#tho I feel I could use the yellow tone to my advantage to make her look a lil more celestial and like a moon...

[cosmicwhoreo]

took a stab at drawing ocean lesbians.

#gonna be 100% real with you #I never liked moonlight's design #just in general #tho I feel I could use the yellow tone to my advantage to make her look a lil more celestial and like a moon... #might need to try again on a different date- #Moonlight cookie #sea fairy cookie #cookie run kingdom #cookie run #crk

[mangora]

I’ve waited long enough to do one of these so here are my cast predictions now that the name dropped

Priya: A big sweetie but an early to mid boot, probably gets taken advantage of somehow, I don’t think she’s fully gonna snap but she probably does get to throw something at someone so good for her. Her design is a bit bland, I think she could maybe use a small detail like a hair clip/headband or something to make her stand out more, but it’s cute :0

Millie: Very responsible and kind, sort of “mom-like”, but learns she doesn’t have to be so nurturing to everyone/deal with the problems of others once Priya is voted out maybe? I think she at least gets past the merge. She has one of my favorite designs I love her everything

Ripper: A sarcastic little asshole but not to the point Noah was, he’s just like clever and witty but doesn’t really piss people off and he’s way more chill to try stuff. Idk how far he gets maybe an early boot maybe like middle post-merge. He’s a cute lil guy

Damien: Very easy-going, that’s really all I have to say about him. I think he’ll be kind of an early boot but he’s cool. Love his designs tho, the shades of blue and green w yellow accents. Yasss.

Axel: Very tough, very jaded, but also like a little unhinged as she deserves. Sort of like season one gwen if she got to be feral. Definitely going to go far (at least I hope pleaseeee go past the merge Axel ily). She’s so cool easily one of my favorite designs, very fresh and grunge

Chase: Already like him. He seems very milquetoast and just like your classic supportive friend but I like that and hope he gets around the merge. His design has just enough spice, I love his hair and head shape. He does dress like Cameron tho which, sorry cameron, is not a compliment

Zee: Funky, very funky, seems very chill and happy. I think they have a silly voice. They probably get voted out early but they have a good time. Everyone shits on them for their weird shapes but I love them. Very weird /pos

Scary Girl: Probably gonna be another top 3 antagonist with some mysterious sympathetic past. Goblin-esque but more in like an eerie way than a manic way. Obviously I love a good goth, the dark Lolita dress is very like rare in the td style and I love it actually

Caleb: Early boot, a bit dumb, idk that’s most of what I have to say. He’s chill, pretty normal. His design is cool tho I love the pastels on the clothes mixed with the sort of ruddy/cool skin and hair tones

Nichelle: Hot take I think she’s gonna be an early boot. She’s a blogger maybe? Or an influencer? Idk. She’s pretty chill though, I think she and Julia are either good buds or natural enemies. Her hair is so cute tho and her color scheme

Julia: I know people think she’s a villain but I think she’s gonna be more of a chill Bridgette type who’s just trying to get through. Definitely post-merge. Smokes weed. Her design is very basic but it’s alright, it’s recognizable, I like the more muted colors as opposed to the old td bright yellow blondes with neon clothes. She does feel like a shitty modern disney edit by a tik toker as a person tho

Bowie:…Definitely gonna be a stereotypical gay character. I mean. Come on. But whether they do it in a fun way or a shitty way is yet to be revealed. Maybe mid season? Also is an antagonist at some point. He’s okay, punchable face and ugly green pants but his color scheme and jewelry are nice

Wayne: The more outspoken one of the pair. He and Riu are like Katie and Sadie but more chill idk. Kinda just a guy

Riu: Takes the backseat to Wayne but still a nice guy, just shyer. I feel like Wayne gets voted out and Riu has to adjust without him like how Sadie would’ve in season one if the writers weren’t cowards. Also just a guy tbh their designs are okay but like forgettable

Emma: Sweet pushover horse girl. She and Priya are also friends but Emma’s more observant idk when she gets booted but I hope she stays for a bit I like her. Her design is sooo cute tho she’s very warm and friend shaped and has just enough detail

MK: A little judgmental and a bit gremlin-y but overall chill. I know they’re gonna get the early boot due to a misunderstanding or rumor. Very nice colors I love the warm cools and cool warms (this is minus the weird bright yellow skin which…mmmmm yuck), love their layers, why are they so smalllll

#total drama #new td seasons #heheheh I love their names

[miyaniacs]

Mafia AU - Bokuto x fem!reader

You work for them, right? 

Chapter 3 -  The next day ; Index ; masterlist

Monday 2 pm

Currently you are trying your best to ignore the pain you have just by simply sitting down. The fact that your business professors voice is as boring and emotionless that it could possible be, doesn’t help you distracting yourself from the pain. 

After Ushijima picked you up on Saturday he stayed with you until he drove you to University today. He said he wanted to make sure that you are really okay, since the drugs in your drink could have been because you were working for them and not only because this idiot wanted to take advantage of you. So he wanted to make sure that you are really okay. And also he needed to make sure that you still know who you work for - or more likely who you belong to, the answer to that he made you scream most of the time. 

So now back to your current problem. You really try to listen to whatever Professor Bernstein tries to explain to all the almost sleeping students, but your mind is - sadly - focused on the many unread messages you received from Bokuto the past day. 

His last one actually made your heart arch and it still does now, while reading over it. 

From: Bokuto 

Hey. I’m really sorry for spamming you - I’m not like this usually. But the frightened look in your eyes seconds before you left still hunts me. I know what you experienced Friday night wasn't easy to cope with and I’m truly sorry that you have to experience this. I just want you to know that I’m not like that. I mean yes I am like that - BUT I’m also the guy you saw on Saturday… I really don’t want you to be afraid of me, I would and I could never in my life hurt you. Please believe me. 

Have you answered yet? No. 

Do you feel bad for not answering? Yes. 

But Tosh was with you the whole time and you… you kind of tried to forget about Bokuto. Which you did, since you couldn’t really think about anything besides Tosh as your fingers dig into his back muscles and scratched down his back, leaving marks that are still visible this morning. 

Lost in your thoughts you don’t realise that everyone around you starts packing up their stuff leaving the auditorium. 

“Hey Y/N?”  Your friends waves her hand in front of your face. 

Snapping out of your thoughts you look up to her and laugh “Sorry” you apologise. “It’s fine we were all sleeping” she laughs and you take your bag leaving the room. 

Monday 8 pm 

Your friend and you walk out of the library, exhausted from all the studying. Around you, you hear people whisper to themselves and looking at the street. 

“Omg? WHO is that?”

“I know right? GOSH he’s so HOT” 

“He does give off those bad boy vibes tho”

“But that is why HE IS SO HOT?”

“Ok but that car tho?”

You hear some girls gossip as you walk past them 

“Tf is happening?” You ask your friend who just shrugs. 

As you walked past the corner you stop in your tracks. 

On one of the parking lots on your campus you see the reason for all the talking. 

Parked in the most perfect way, so everyone who walks by gets a good look on the car. 

You recognise the car. 

How could someone forget a Bugatti La Voiture Noire. 

The most expensive car ever, around 19 millions , with 1500 PS. 

Just the thinking of how it felt sitting in this car makes your stomach go wild. If you are ever attracted to a car it’s this one. 

And then you see him. 

Black suit pants, black silky shirt which shoes off his toned chest and arms. 

His outfit makes his silvery hair and yellow eyes pop out. 

The way he leans on his car seems effortlessly but he still looks like a model. 

Your breath is stuck on in your throat. 

Why is he here? 

“OMG WHO IS THIS?!” Your friend squeals. You can’t answer, loosing your ability to speak the longer you look at him. 

He looks up and your eyes meet. His lips form into a smirk and he puts his phone away, pushing himself off the car and slowly walking over to you, his smirk growing with every step he takes. 

“y/n. Why is he walking towards us?” Your friend asks and you panic. 

“leave.”

“what? No I won-“

“I said LEAVE.” You demand and she looks at you confused but walked away. You didn’t intent to sound so harsh, nevertheless you don’t want any of your friends being involved in your… second life. 

The moment your friend walked away Bokuto stops in front of you. 

“Hey” he stats

“Hey.” You utter, “How did you know I’m here or why are you here?” 

“Baby. You know exactly who I am don’t you? So should this be a surprise to you?” He adds. Something about his tone is different. It’s cold and sends shivers down your spine. You suddenly shiver. 

“Babe, don’t worry. I’m just here to give you something back that belongs to you.” 

He puts his hand his pocket and what he pulls out makes you almost faint. 

He doesn’t pull its out fully but you can see the shaft of your small gun. 

Shit. It must have fallen out of your purse. 

“Come with me now. I think you have some explaining to do.” He demands and his arm is thrown over your shoulder, yet there is not the usual feeling of safety forming in your body. 

It’s fear. 

You don’t acknowledge all the whispers and stares as you walk towards his car and get inside. 

He closes the door and speeds down the road.

“Okay. Now it’s save to talk. They shouldn’t be watching me now.” He utters and looks over to you.

“Save to- what?” You ask confused. 

“The Adlers. One of them was at the campus as I arrived. I just came to apologise to you in person since you haven’t answered to any of texts or calls - but then I saw him, I think his name is Ushijima. And then it clicked. The gun, I don’t judge you for having one don’t worry, and him. They blackmail you right? They force you to work for them.” 

taglist ( open ) : @kageyamasbraincell , @theduvetpirate , @tendouthighs​ ,  @lilacshouko​ @softhourswithseb​ @theperksofcoffee​ @cuddlesslut​ @chromaticstudio 

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu bokuto #bokuto imagine #bokuto x reader #bokuto headcanons #mafia au #haikyuu mafia #hq headcanons #hq x reader

[seduceme-lovestruck-thearcana]

The Girl in The Blue Dress

Chapter 21: Planning the End

@megatraven and @aallotarenunelma and @catlovingwitch

I finally got this chapter done!! Even tho it took almost 3 months!! I like it and I hope y'all like it as well! And feedback is appreciated!

And while I did like this chapter, the next chapter will definitely be my favorite. It will have lore reveals, emotions, and some nice Olympus time. More information on the other Gods and it probably will mainly focus on Olympus. SOO!!! I'm excited for that one!! There's proofreading, but if something is wrong or sounds weird or text looks wrong or repeats itself, then my bad :(.

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“Because she’s my sister,” Oizys whispered out, her voice slightly shaky.

That sentence made him pause and he shook his head in disbelief.

“That's not possible.”

“It’s the truth,” she fired back at him. She crossed her arms and leaned against the door behind her.

“It can’t be. She’s a human. You’re a goddess. If she was your sister she’d have to be a goddess or some kind of demigod.” He felt anger at Oizys because the implication that she could be a goddess was going to give him false hope. He was used to teasing and tricks, but this was too far. He wouldn’t fall for it.

“What if she isn’t human? Hm? Did you ever think of that?! Ever think of the mere possibility at all?” She narrowed her eyes and that anger was rising again.

He shook his head slightly and let out a deep breath. “She’s dying because she has a curse," he explained. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked down at the ground. He didn't know if he should believe her, but his mind began to wander.

Is she saying the truth?

He ran his hand through his hair and began to think, but Oizys wouldn’t let him do anything. She walked towards him in quick steps and stopped in front of him.

“She is my sister. My other half. I’m the goddess of despair, so you should know what she is,” she whispered in an angry tone. “Why do you think she keeps coming back, huh? Don’t give me the ‘fate’ bullshit. She is cursed. She is cursed by being a goddess and always forced to come back.”

“No. Lumie cursed her in her first lifetime. She follows her everywhere! Including me,” he said as he looked up at her. Surprisingly, he saw a sad look on her face.

She nodded at him. “Yes, she did. But that curse was not to keep coming back. She knows what Rose is and she uses it to her advantage. She makes her come back over and over again and curses her to terrible fates.” She let out a shaky breath and continued. “And I’ve been searching for her, trying to protect her just like you have. But I can’t do it up close. My aura is just everywhere!” She stepped back and gestured to the area of the room, holding her arms out.

She dropped them and took a moment to put her words together. “People feel my presence and I can’t turn it off. I can’t stop these feelings from happening to her, I can’t help her from up close. I have to help her from afar, and that is a curse on its own.” She gets up in his face and points at him. “But you have been able to, and still haven’t figured out the obvious. Can’t you feel it? Or see it in any way?”

He then remembered about the woman he sees in his dreams and in the real world. “What did she look like when she was a goddess?” His voice was quiet as if asking a deep secret.

Oizys backed up and shrugged her shoulders as she thought. “I think she wore this like blue and white dress? And her hair wasn’t brown, it was actually black.” She ran her hand through her hair and sighed. “But what does her look have to do with anything?”

He opened his mouth to tell her, but he felt like he couldn't. He couldn't get the words out for some reason. Something was holding him back, and he didn't want to fight it. "It's nothing."

Oizys narrowed her eyes and he knew she didn't believe him, but she didn't care anymore. She already shared enough. "Fine. Just go to her." Her voice was full of venom and he didn't want to push her anymore. He opened the door to leave, but stopped when he collided with Rose.

"Oh! I'm sorry," she said as she backed up with a small smile on her face.

He laughed and closed the door behind him. "It's okay." He was about to ask her something, but he stopped when he saw her gaze looking at the door. She had a confused look and she looked like she was trying to remember something. "Are you okay?"

She looked back at his eyes and nodded. "Yeah, sorry. I'm just a little tired." She smiled and held out her hand. "Will you walk with me?"

He nodded and they held hands as they walked through the crowd of people. Apollo looked at many things in the palace as she led him through it, and looked even more in awe when he realized she was leading him to the garden. It was beautiful and Apollo couldn't stop looking at everything. Yes, he was from Olympus and there were more beautiful things there, but the fact that this was on Earth made it better for him.

"Wow. I didn't know you'd be in shock like this," she said with a laugh.

He looked at her and saw her smiling at him. Her eyes were so bright and seemed to glow in the shine of the night. Everything about her was beautiful, and he forgot everything that happened earlier. He just focused on her and the garden.

"I've just never really seen anything this beautiful." He kept looking at her, making sure she knew what he meant. And by the blush on her cheeks, she definitely did.

She let out a fond sigh and laid her cheek against his shoulder as they walked. They walked in peace and kept admiring the garden, but they stopped in front of a statue when they heard someone clear their throat behind them. They turned around and saw a woman who was clearly a queen. She had a golden crown on, a yellow dress on complete with multiple jewel accessories, and he felt Rose stiffen beside him.

"Queen Anastasia. What brings you here?" Her voice was clear and formal.

Queen Anastasia smiled at her and walked closer to them. "Sweetie, you don't need to use formalities with me." She laughed and held her arms out for Rose.

Rose smiled and gave her a tight hug that lasted for a few moments. They both pulled away and Anastasia looked at Apollo as Rose moved to be back by his side.

"Who is this?" She looked at him with suspicion and it would be terrifying if he was a normal commoner.

Rose looked up at him and squeezed his hand. "This is Andy. He's...". She struggled for a moment as she looked at him. She looked back over at Anastasia with a smile. "He's my very good friend."

Anastasia gave Rose a look that meant that she didn't believe her. But she smiled at him anyways. "Well, it's nice to meet you. Any friend of Rose is a friend of mine." She looked back at Rose and now her smile disappeared and she looked serious. "I wish I was here for nice reasons, but I am not. I need to speak with you privately."

Rose looked concerned and she nodded without hesitation. But then she remembered that Apollo was with her, and she looked at him with a sorry look. "I'm sorry, but I have to go with her alone. I'll be back soon, I promise!" She squeezed his hand and followed Anastasia to who knows where.

He felt a little confused as to why she needed to talk to her, but he knew it was probably mercenary business or perhaps it was personal reasons. He just decided to go back the palace and mingle with the people.

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Anastasia led Rose to a private room in the palace. It was the room where important decisions were made. May it be plans for war, plans for a party, or daily talk with the council. They always happened here. And now Rose felt worried for being here.

She led her to the table in the middle of the room. They stood beside each other and Rose got to see a map of the area. There were circles surrounding Anastasia's palace and a circle around a border between her and someone else's kingdom. She didn't know the little details, but she did hear about conflict spreading in different kingdoms.

"I need your help once again, old friend." She placed her hand on Rose's shoulder and looked at her with genuine need.

Rose sighed and placed her hand on Anastasia's and gave it a slight squeeze. She kept staring at the map and asked what she always did. "What are you fighting for?"

"This kingdom," she pointed at the kingdom behind the little border, "has been attacking me and my people for some time. It never was too serious. But now they are sending death threats, assassinating some of my council members, and are trying to kill my husband. This is going too far."

"Do you know why they are attacking you?"

"They are attacking because of the last war. You were there, and you know why we fought. And I need to ask of your help once more."

Rose thought about it for a second, but she knew what she needed to do. It was what she promised to do. She looked over at Anastasia and gave a sad smile. "I have to talk with my crew before I make a decision."

Anastasia looked slightly irritated at not being given a clear answer, but she knew Rose and that this is what she always done. She always went to her crew before she did anything. She wasn't alone and working solo, she had a crew and did everything together. So, she nodded at that response and let Rose go back to Apollo.

When she did return, she told him that they needed to go back to the ship immediately. He noticed her worried and uncertain look and felt worried himself. When they did get back to the ship, she made everyone come together on the deck and people looked concerned.

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"Alright. I've got some news and it's not really good," Rose said with a laugh.

Many members of the crew looked at each other with unease.

"Queen Anastasia came to the party as well and found me. She asked me for another favor. The kingdom is going through some troubles. A kingdom that is on the separate side of a border is attacking hers, and she asked for my aid. I'm considering helping her, but I need your opinions first." She looked at all of them with a serious look.

"Are you sure this is good? You still have your back wound that isn't completely healed," Melody said with motherly worry.

Rose looked to her side. "I know. But she doesn't seem to be actively going to the war. There is just planning so far. But if the time comes, I want to go and help her."

"Do you want some of us to go?" A crew member asked.

She looked back out at the crew and shrugged slightly. "It's up to you if you want to go, but I will not judge you for being afraid or not wanting to go. You have your own lives and only signed up for being a crew, not soldiers."

Some people looked relieved while others looked serious.

"I say you go if it is necessary. I'll go with you," a man said.

Many more voices followed saying that she should go if necessary, and the only person who didn't speak was Melody. She was beside Rose and she looked worried.

Rose looked at her and was waiting for her input. Melody was afraid, and everyone could tell, but her daughter had her own life. She shouldn't be afraid to live it because of her mother, so she nodded and squeezed her hand.

"I say you go if you need to." Melody smiled at her daughter and Apollo knew she was proud. She was worried, but proud and supportive.

Rose nodded and smiled. "Yes, I believe I have to go."

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Next thing Apollo knew, he was training with Rose more than normal. She was training him while he was training her. It was practice every day and he noticed something different about Rose.

She seemed distracted. When she was free, she would look at her book, but never really read it. And she loved that book. She only kept focusing on doing work, spending some time with the kids, and practicing. She was running herself ragged and he felt worry for her. He needed to talk to her.

With a loose plan, he decided to offer her another stroll. He walked up to her bedroom door and knocked. After a few moments, she opened the door wearing her blue toga. Usually she looked happy, but now she looked a little exhausted.

"Rose. I wanted to know if you'd like to go on another walk."

She nodded immediately. "I definitely need to talk with you," she said with a tired tone.

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They were now back on that shore where they first talked. The night was cool, the waves were calm, and everything felt good, even if it wasn't. They were both silent as they stood next to each other, but they knew they needed to actually speak.

"Andy, I have to tell you something."

He looked over at her and she was facing him with a worried look. "I'm open for anything, Rose," he said honestly. He smiled at her and she smiled back after a few moments. It was shaky but it was there.

"I think I like you," she said quickly. She was looking down at the ground and picking at her nails. Her voice was quiet with embarrassment.

He stared at her for a moment and was in shock. He never would've guessed she liked him back. She never truly showed it, or was he not paying attention? "You do?" He asked with a tiny bit of happiness.

She slowly looked up at him and nodded. He expected a smile on her face, but a frown was there. "But I don't know if that's good."

"What do you mean?"

She turned back towards the ocean and walked closer to it. She stopped when her feet were at the edge of the shore, the water always coming close to touching her. She stared at the horizon and he knew something was going on in her mind. Something she struggled with.

"I've never really liked someone before...I never let myself like someone. I thought it was useless and I thought it would only distract me," she said softly. She was embarrassed and scared. She never admitted this to anyone except her mother, so no one else knew what was going on in her head. They never understood why she only had one special night with a person and choose to never see them again.

She didn't want to get too close.

He walked to be beside her and looked out into the horizon as well. "What are you afraid of?" He directly asked. He knew she was hiding something and that she was afraid to tell him. Afraid to tell anyone.

She went silent for a moment and struggled for words. She was good with snark and arguing with people if need be, but talking about her personal feelings? It was too difficult and hard to deal with, but she needed to do it now. She needed to face her fear.

"I'm afraid of being left behind," she whispered out.

Apollo felt his heart drop at that. She was the one following others, leading them to a good fate, helping anyone who reached out, and helping the ones that she had to reach out to first. She helped everyone, and now he wonders if it was because she was scared of no one being with her.

"I want to help people, everyone knows that. It's because I do like helping people, and whenever I got that feeling that was deeper than just liking someone as a friend, I would cut them off. I was scared that eventually they would leave me because I'm doing a dangerous job, and if they didn't leave me, then I didn't want them to ever get hurt because of me. And I didn't want to lose friends because of my job that I love. I'm afraid of others leaving me, so I do everything for them," she said shakily. Her voice was tight and she was holding back words and feelings.

He reached out and grabbed her hand lightly. She looked down at their hands and went stiff for a moment, but eventually squeezed his hand gently. She looked back up at him and smiled. "But I guess that's a little stupid, huh? I tell people to hold each other close, yet I push people away."

"No, Rose. That's not stupid at all. It's okay to be afraid of something," he said in a gentle voice.

She kept looking at him and her thoughts were tangled together. Happiness went through her because she felt that it was okay to be afraid, but fear also went through her again. She was still scared of seeming weak because she was afraid of such a small thing.

She looked back down at the ground. "But...how is that okay? I'm a captain. I'm supposed to protect my crew at any cost and I work for the people. I don't listen to anyone. I listen to myself, and when I do that I feel fear."

He turned his body to face her and he made her face him. She had a pout on her face and looked truly scared. He moved his hand to cup her cheek and she leaned into it.

"My words will never be enough, but trust me when I say that it's normal to feel like that. Everyone feels like that at some point. Even I feel like that. I'm always scared of people leaving me, I'm scared of hurting people who I don't want to, and I'm afraid of myself."

"Yourself?"

He nodded and didn't explain. He didn't know how. He was a God and he couldn't tell her. He had all of this power at his fingertips and he kept it at bay, all for her and the people. But he scared himself because he worried one day it would slip out. One day his strength would be out of his control and he'd hurt someone.

"I'm scared all the time, Rose. But...when I see you, I feel okay," he said softly. Now it was his turn to be shy. He was glad it was night so she wouldn't be able to see his blush. He always was honest with her, but it always made him shy in each lifetime of hers, and each time he met her.

Her eyes widened slightly and a blush appeared on her cheeks as well. She'd been with a few people, but none of them made her feel like this. This feeling she didn't know how to describe. She'd read so much about love, adored it, but didn't even know she felt it.

She moved closer to him and pulled him into a hug. She rested her cheek against his chest and heard his heartbeat. It was calm and she wished hers was the same. He wrapped his arms around her and laid his cheek on the top of her head.

"I'm scared for the war. I still have wounds and I don't want to die. Not yet," she said. She was muffled but he heard her clearly. It made his heart drop once again, and he tightened his arms around her.

"I'll do my best to protect you, Rose. I'll follow you every step of the way, every day, and do what you demand."

"But you don't have to. You are your own man. What I want is for you to live as you want to and not follow my demand. Do what you think is right, Andy." Her voice was tight once again but it also was demanding. She meant business and it made him laugh on the inside.

"I know. I don't have to, but I believe what you do. I've followed you this long. I don't plan on quitting now, okay?" He looked down at her and hesitated for a moment before kissing the top of her head.

She was silent as she continued to think and listen to his heart. It was constant, calm, and it made her slowly calm down. It reminded her that she was still alive, he was still alive, they were still here, and everything wasn't over yet.

They still had time. And maybe with this time, she'll realize that she doesn't have to cut him off.

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That time, however, wasn't spent fooling around. It was filled with everyone planning for the worst possibilities and the best ones. They had to be prepared just in case she did die. Everyone didn't want to think about it, but they had to. And one person who really didn't want to think about it, was dear Ellie.

She was afraid of the idea and she didn't want to lose her mother. Apollo didn't know her background, but if she was on a ship filled with mercenaries, then something must've gone wrong. She finally found a family and a mother, and doesn't want to lose it.

Rose spent as much time with her as possible. Her attention was split between multiple people. Apollo, her mother, Ellie, the people, and her crew. She managed to spend time with everyone, but it took a lot out of her and he felt sympathy for her. She had all of this on her plate and barely let anyone know. The only time she let anyone know was when she went to sleep with her mother or joined Apollo back at the shore.

He felt worry, but he knew she could handle this. She had her crew and she had him always backing her up. She practiced every day with him and always made sure the people who were joining the war were ready. The only time he got to see the other side of Rose was when she spent time with him on the shore. She looked tired, but happy to be with him and he felt that happiness too. She let her walls down and he was happy to see the real her.

But every night when he went to bed, his heart would hurt. He finally got to see her, but...she was going into another war. She was already in a war before he met her, and all those scars proved that war wasn't kind. It never is, and he knows what else isn't kind.

Her curse.

It never showed mercy, it always hurt her no matter what, and no one could stop it. And now he knew the ending once again. He knew what was going to happen, but he still kept hope. He still believed he could change it. No matter how many times he had to watch her die, he believed he'd find her again and he'd do his best to protect her and end this. He wasn't going to stop now.

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Before they knew it, it was only a week before the war started. Rose's anxiety was rising and she felt scared. She agreed because she cared for Anastasia and wanted to help her and her people, but now her anxiety was getting the best of her. She didn't want to die, and she didn't want her friends to die, but she knew this had to happen. She knew Anastasia hated war just as much as she did, so she wouldn't propose the idea of war without reason.

But it still bugged her at night. The ship's rock would now make her feel sick and she felt like she couldn't breathe at some points during the night. She dealt with them alone and no one would get the chance to know.

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"Do you really think this is a good idea?" Apollo asked Rose.

She was getting dressed in the room they shared and he stood outside. The door was slightly cracked open so they could hear each other, and Apollo couldn't help but share his worries. They had just gotten out of another meeting with Anastasia and her council. They were still finishing the final touches of the battle and everything that still needed to happen.

She sighed as she pulled the nightgown over her head. "I'm not sure, Andy. But we don't have a choice. It's too dangerous to walk out this late at night. She held us longer than anticipated."

"She sure did," he whispered under his breath.

"You can come in!"

He entered the room and saw her sitting on her side of the bed, taking off jewelry. He smiled and laid on his side.

"You really love jewelry?" He asked with a smirk.

She huffed a laugh and shook her head slightly. "No, not exactly. I mean, if it's shiny, I like it. I'll wear it a few times and here and there, but I do not love it."

"So you're conflicted about it?"

She paused for a moment and nodded. "Yeah, I guess so."

They both laughed at each other and they ignored the seriousness of the situation for a moment. It felt nice to both of them to just think things were okay. To imagine that they were spending a night with a friend and going to face a bright day.

Once she was done, she laid on her side, facing away from him. She wanted to face him, but she still felt anxious and confused. She read books about love, but experiencing it? It was different and difficult. She wanted to face him just in case it was the last time she saw him, but she couldn't.

"Andy," she started. "Do you think this is the right decision?"

Apollo was facing away from her, but could still hear the hesitation in her voice. This question caused him to remember her past lifetime, and how she asked him the same question at one point. He took his time in thinking for an answer, not wanting to let her down or worry her more.

"I do. Violence is terrible, I know that, but I think we both really know that sometimes it has to happen." He waited for her to reply and she eventually sighed.

"Yeah. I guess we do know." Her voice this time was quiet and he could tell she was lost in her own thoughts now, and he decided to let her be.

However, someone wouldn't let them sleep in peace. Apollo didn't know how it happened or what truly happened, but the next time he opened his eyes, he saw Rose standing against the wall beside the door, hand reaching into the dresser there and grabbing her dagger, and waiting. He wanted to get up and ask what was wrong, but he knew someone was coming, and if he gave her position up, then she'd be in trouble. More trouble than he would.

He kept his eyes barely open and waited with her. Within a few seconds, a figure was walking slowly into the room. Somehow, the person didn't notice Rose right there and was shocked when she shut the door quietly and letting the sound of it closing scare them.

The person turned around with fear and took out a dagger of their own, but Rose was ready for that. She pulled a smaller knife out of the drawer and threw it at the person. The person groaned in pain as the knife landed right in their thigh. Rose took the opportunity to rush over to them and grabbed both of their hands and held them in the air. She took her other hand and placed it around their throat. She looked truly menacing.

"Just what do you think you're doing?"

The person didn't hesitate on answering. "I was on orders to kill you," they chokingly said.

She tightened her hand around their throat. "And by who exactly?"

"Queen Anastasia's rival."

Rose cussed under her breath before throwing the person to the ground and knocking them out. She looked over at Apollo and gave a worried look before running over to wake him up.

She shook him gently. "Andy, we have to go check on the others."

He opened his eyes immediately, surprising her, and getting up in a rush. "Where are we going first?"

"Anastasia and her husband. They'd be their first target."

He nodded and grabbed the dagger the person dropped and went with Rose. They walked down the hallways, being as quiet as they possibly could, and made it to Anastasia's room. Rose threw open the door to find Anastasia and her husband fighting off attackers. There were three, one with Anastasia, and two with her husband.

"With him!" Rose told Apollo as she pointed at the king.

Apollo nodded and followed her demand as she went to Anastasia's side. She took the attacker by surprise and stabbed them on their arm. It shocked them enough to where she could snatch the sword out of their hand. She threw it on the ground and out of reach. Anastasia knocked the person out as soon as she could and they both looked over at the king and Apollo to see them doing the same as them.

Once they were sure they were unconscious, Anastasia ran over to her husband and held his cheeks in her hands. "Are you alright?" Her voice that was usually stable and strong, was now weak with fear. Fear because of love. The king reassured her and she gave him a tight hug.

Apollo walked over to Rose and placed his hands on her shoulders and looked her up and down. He didn't see any wounds, but she was good at hiding them. "Are you alright?" He said with the same amount of worry that Anastasia had. Maybe even more.

She gave him a tired smile and nodded. "Yes, I'm alright. The attackers didn't have a chance against us, huh?" She placed her hands on his and squeezed them gently.

He nodded and kept looking at her until Anastasia cleared her throat. Apollo moved to be beside Rose and they both saw Anastasia holding her husbands hand tightly. She had a look of anger on her face.

"I hate to do this, but we have to have this war tomorrow."

Rose gasped. "Tomorrow?" She said in disbelief. "We can't do this so soon!"

"We have to. They were under orders, were they not? That man is trying to get rid of us before the war even begins! We have to strike back," she said with authority.

Rose opened her mouth, ready to retort, but the king held up his hand motioning for her to be quiet. She closed her mouth and nodded as she looked down at the ground. Apollo looked over at her and saw her hands in fists. He moved his hand to hold hers, and after a few moments, she held his hand back. It was tight and comforting to both of them.

Now, she felt like everything was going wrong. Everything was going to end, and Apollo felt that too. He knew her end was coming, and he had to get ready to face it again.

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SOOO!!! I kinda sped this one up. I mean, it took awhile to come out, but recently I worked on it and tried to speed it up in a way. I have the next chapter basically almost done!! I wrote ahead because I was so excited and I think it will be a great chapter!! I hope you three enjoyed this and I'd love to hear your thoughts♥♥!! Once again, there's some proofreading, but sorry if something is off.

#my writing #the girl in the blue dress #and hehe planning the end...and the next chapter is the end...and they're planning a war...I took too long thinking of the chapter name lol #Again!! I hope you enjoyed!! And I hope you're excited as I am to talk more about the Gods and Olympus and Rose and Oizys and UGH!! I love #it and the next chapter will talk mainly about that. I mean it'll have her death (whoops spoiler but I mean is it really?? We know this) #but it'll also focus around olympus and such!! I'm excited and practically have the whole thing written! #Anyways!! I hope you enjoyed this and feedback is appreciated!! And Meg if you're confused on everything #the chapters that I think you haven't read??? Unless you did idk. They're 16 17 18 19 and 20. I believe those are the ones you #haven't read?? But idk. BUT YEAH!! BYE GHDSFW #And I meant the next chapter is the end of this lifetime not the actual story lol.

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It's 2007 and somehow, miraculously, Supernatural survives yet another rocky (?) season of mediocre ratings to come back for a third season, or at least, half season, but that season starts out with a real bang! Like, just a real solid trio of an opener for season three. It reminds me of all the things I love about SPN and also it reminds us of all the things that frustrate the hell out of me on SPN. So where did we leave things off?

First up, there’s Dean, who sold his soul to the devil in order to bring Sam back from the dead. Sam, you’ll remember, was part of some overly complicated ponzi scheme to find the perfect vessel to open a door - yep, open a door - and lost to Aldous Hodge who just straight up murders Sam in the season finale. So Dean get’s Sammy back, but in exchange, he’s only got one year left before he permanently moves down south. Oh! And even though they got Sam back and Sam kills Aldous Hodge (RIP pal), they neglected to keep the door from opening. The door to Hell, that is, and now they’ve allowed a shiz ton of demons out to freely roam the earth. Way to go, boys, you lost again! They are two for two on these season finales guys!

OH but they DO kill the Yellow Eyed Demon, so that’s a plus, but not before he plants the most perfect seed of doubt in Dean’s mind - “How do you know what you brought back is all Sammy?” Like, ugh, UGH, ugh!!!! What a way to drive the knife in deeper! What a way to make the heart of this show slowly start to crumble! C’est Magnifique!! *chef's kissy fingers*

So with all that emotional baggage weighing us down, how do we start season 3? How else - with a threesome of course! And also some technicolor grading, it’s wild guys.

Oh boy guys, let’s talk about this opener for a hot sec. I got into it a little bit last season, but as much as I love Dean, you HAVE to admit that that boy is gross. Just like...he’s a little gross. I’m also old enough now to see exactly how many red flags he’s raising through the last 45 episodes. Like, sorry Little Me, but he is not boyfriend material. Not to mention that all this debauchery is 1,000% him distracting himself from the consequences of his own actions, but we’ll get into that later.

Meanwhile, Sam is doing something constructive and trying to figure out how to reverse the curse and save Dean’s soul. And here we have the culmination of two seasons worth of character development - faced with the imminent demise of Dean Samuel Winchester, Sam tries to step up and take care of his brother for once in his life; Dean parties like it’s 1999. There were two things I thought of during this episode - 1) isn’t this not unlike the sort of behavior you see in suicidal people who have finally decided to take their own life? Which is just, like, further held up by the fact that Dean’s big monologue at the end literally has the line “Truth is I’m tired, Sam. There’s a light at the end of the tunnel.” and like...dude, you are NOT ok! Why isn't??? ANYONE??? ADDRESSING THIS????? And 2) Dean is sharing a lot of similarities with the demons in this episode.

Because MEANwhile, there’s demons! So many demons! Specifically, the Seven Deadly Sins ones, but also, spoiler alert, Ruby, who is gettin’ reeeeealll into that ketchup.

All these baddies just really taking advantage of their time topside cuz Hell is, as they so artfully put it, it’s like Hell, so they’re just livin’ it up while they still can ~almost like foreshadowing or something~?!?!?

Real talk though, it being a real long time since I’ve watched this season, it’s these kinds of details that I’m impressed with this time around. There is so much character work that goes into this show and it’s something I definitely connected with the first time around, but not on conscious level. Now I can look at it through time and experience and articulate what I’m seeing, which makes this re-watch infinitely more enjoyable.

Episode 1 of this season continues what they started in season 2 and just keeps building out that Hunter Community. Like, there really is a whole Community out there that keeps in contact and works together and makes sure everyone’s up to date on the latest hot goss, and it all makes John Winchester come off like a real creepy splinter cell lone gunman type. And that in turn makes the Winchester sons look like total, unprofessional boneheads who managed to open a portal to Hell. “UGH Great Jorb Guys, but can we blame them? They’re John’s kids,” is a conversation between hunters that I am headcannoning, but also 100% support.

Honestly, I love the idea of the Winchesters being just these real, like, b-grade, Walmart Brand Hunters that other Hunters are just SO done with. We kind of see a little bit of that with Isaac and Tamara, but by the end of the episode, the Winchesters prove that they’re...better Hunters? I hope somewhere in the next 12 seasons I get an episode that is told from another Hunter’s POV who is legitimately better/more emotionally balanced than the Winchesters and the whole episode is them just, like, cleaning up a bunch of Winchester messes like, SONuvabitch, these two ASSholes. I think we see a fair amount of episodes from the POV of people who are less qualified than the Winchesters who end up being mentored by them, but I’d be stoked for them to run into just a group of people who hate them for totally legitimate, professional vs amature reasons.

Bobby does not count because Bobby signed up to be their Dad and so he agreed to take care of their messes when he took that job.

And then we get to “The Kids Are Alright” which showcases one of my fav changes for this season - BRIGHTLY! LIT! HIGH! SATURATION!!!! And of course, by fav, I mean, Most Hilarious.

I do walk a fine line on this one truth be told. Like, season 1 was definitely going for A Look. It’s super gritty and high contrasty and stylized. Now, I got what they were going for but I wasn’t always crazy about it, mostly because the quality on the DVD’s was terrible. Quick tip for everyone: in order to get 2+ hours worth of content on a DVD, you have to compress the final edit of the program to a pretty small bitrate. When we drop videos onto DVD’s at my work (it isn’t often, thank goodness), the discs themselves only hold, like, 2GB worth of content and that is NOT A LOT when it comes to video files. The more compressed a video file is, the less detail you’re gonna get in the visuals. Watching episodes on Netflix (where everything’s probably at a higher bitrate and therefore is a better quality visual), it’s not bad, but on my DVDs, the compression is so heavy that we get SUPER hot highlights and SUPER crunchy shadows - what a lot of people would called “crushed blacks” because you’ve lost all the detail in the shadows and you’re left with a grainy, noisy, black hole on the screen. Like I lost so much detail in the pilot episode guys, I could not make out this guy’s face.

A rough approximation of my DVD quality. Still recommend it over Netflix for the Accurate Soundtrack tho.

Season 2 SPN toned that Look down a lot, like, a lot a lot. Enough that you still got the general vibe they were going for but not enough that you couldn’t make out faces anymore. But through this whole process, the CW execs kept pushing for the show to look lighter, more colorful, less film noir more...well, CW. And in season 3 it finally happened!!!

I get what those execs were going for, but also, I feel like the colorists on these first few episodes just REALLY went wild out of spite. Lookit this shot from “Magnificent Seven” right before Envy causes some rando innocent bystander to beat a girl to death for her shoes -

GREEN GREEN GREEN GREEN!!!! I WONDER WHICH SIN THIS GUY IS????

Then in “The Kids Are Alright” the birthday party looks like everything is coated in day-glow neon.

The Winchester Bros look like they just got back from 3 weeks in Aruba - LOOK at the saturation levels in these skin tones! LOOK AT THEM!!

My screencap ability aside, only in SPN can a cemetery at night have brighter lighting than a diner in the middle of the afternoon.

This is definitely a thing I will be tracking the rest of the season because I have a distinct memory of a future episode where the brothers have been magically gifted completely different lives where they were never Hunters, they know nothing of Hunting, and they’re completely normal until the end when everything gets snapped back and the episode literally changes colors. V. Excited to see just how saturated this season stays through the end.

But maybe more importantly in “The Kids Are Alright” we learn that Dean does NOT, in fact, have a son. Not that he would be a good father...well...maybe? I mean, this Dean, this season 3, definitely-suicidal, completely-reckless, can’t-keep-it-together Dean, is not good Dad material. Later seasons Dean? Probably fine? Earlier seasons Dean might ALSO be fine? And if he’d found out that Ben was his legitimate kid, it could have made a WORLD of difference, who knows. I know he ultimately does become father-like to Ben and that gives me a lot of feelings. But this Dean is not in a good place to take care of anyone, including himself and really, someone ought to do something about that.

I gotta say, this is an actual bummer. I can’t remember if, in the later seasons, they do any clarifying on this or not, but I am legitimately bummed that Ben is not Dean’s kid and that as far as we know, Dean has no natural children floating around out there with surly attitudes and soft hearts. Dean’s motivation from Day 1 has always been family and despite what comments he may make in early seasons, Dean’s secret desire is to have the wife and the kids and the dog and the white picket fence. And honestly, we’re only 3 seasons in and I just want Dean to have nice things!!

And then guys, we come to “Bad Day at Black Rock,” and I just...WHAT a masterpiece. I had almost NO memory of ever watching this episode before and I don't understand why. What a glorious masterpiece this episode is. Let’s make a list -

More Hunters™, who should be really annoying but were actually kinda charming in a Marx Brothers kind of way

Gordon’s in jail, where he belongs, but also is masterminding a coup against the Winchesters which is A+ spooky stuff

Slapstick comedy that I didn’t know I was missing from my life

Bela F*cking Talbot

Guys, I think this is my fav episode so far purely because I felt, while watching it, that the last 10 years of my life were not in vain and that I had in fact grown as a human person. I remembered hating Bela Talbot. Like, I DID. NOT. LIKE. HER. To the point that I questioned if her British accent was even real. It is, her mother is from the UK and she lived there for a time, but like, honestly, the audacity of Little Me.

This time around? Oh she’s defs my new fav. Just everything about her is like, A+, Great Job, Why-Did-We-Cancel-Her??? Like, oh yeah, probably because somewhere in here they try to shoehorn a romantic side plot with Dean. I don’t actually mind rioting over shoehorned romance, but also, if they’d let this play out for a season or two and then got the two of them to bone? I’m on board. I’m 100% on board.

Maybe it’s just that she is unapologetically out for herself, maybe it’s the fact that she is definitely a match for the Winchesters in a non-murdery way, probably it is both of those things. She's smart, she’s crooked, she has impeccable taste, she’s honestly a helluva lot of fun and I am so excited to see more of her and so BUMMED that she will not make it past this season.

Despite the fact that I absolutely adore all three of these episodes, they also bring up the problem that I was starting to see in season 2 - WHO is this show about? Isn’t it supposed to be about the Brothers as a whole? But the majority of these first three lean pretty heavily on Dean’s emotional arc. Granted, it makes sense. I mean, of COURSE Dean’s demon deal is gonna be the BIG thing in a season where he is literally staring down the barrel, but knowing that there’s a side plot about Is Sam Evil?? seems like...something we should really explore more? I believe it comes up in season 4, or at least, Sam’s demon-blood powers become a bigger deal in season 4, but I would have enjoyed seeing Sam have a more active stake in this season. I can see planting some weird new ticks being planted for Alive-Again Sam that just get weirder and darker and then a mid-season finale or a run up episode to the end of the season where Dean (finally) decides he needs to stop his demon deal because he needs to stick around so he can keep Sam from going completely off the rails. As much as I love Dean 5ever, I do think the show works best when the emotional weight of the season is distributed equally is all. And to be fair to the writers this season, there could have been a bigger plan for something like that but they ran out of time - their season was cut by about a third due to the Writer’s Strike.

Still, all in all, a solid opening to the third season. I want to say that these episodes feel like Classic SPN, but then I remember that this is season three out of fifteen. These ARE Classic SPN. Mostly self contained with enough emotional drama to remind us of the overarching plot. Maybe a little heavy on the emotional drama, but Dean’s only got a year to live and the show’s only got 16 episodes to resolve that crisis, so it’s fine.

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full name.  basil

pronunciation. technically BAY-zil but my dumb disney-loving brain defaults to BA-zil lmao nicknames. dumbass, dumb as ass (these are, of course, all lovingly given to him by his brothers) titles.  basil the kicker, ‘our kicking basil’ courtesy of roh height.  5′11-6″

age. 23ish

zodiac. leo languages. whatever language they speak on his planet plus a few others

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair colour.  red, white eye colour. black with yellow sclera skin tone.   body type.  very athletic and toned, but a little bit wiry tbh accent.  like majora below, he’d technically have one to an earthling’s ear, but they wouldn’t be able to place it dominant hand.  left posture. confident. has a definite swagger to his gait, and he sometimes tends to lean on one hip when he stands. other times, he simply has a very open, fearless stance scars. what scars he has are covered by fur tattoos. none most noticeable features. the fact he aint got no clothes on >:u possibly his doe eyes, which gives him a markedly more ‘innocent’-looking expression compared with his brothers

CHILDHOOD.

place of birth.  currently unnamed planet in U9 hometown.  an overpopulated city where it was easy for him and his brothers to ‘disappear’ quite often from under ‘human services’ noses birth weight / height.  he has no idea manner of birth.  just. the usual, i guess :v first words.  it was probably something like ‘bermo’ which was his babyish way of saying  ‘bergamo’ lmao siblings.  lavender, older brother, bergamo, oldest brother parents.  his father died at some point before he was born, so he has no memories of him. his mother either died or was separated from the three around the time basil was one to two years old (which means i need to edit A Thing i wrote recently rip), so his memories of her are fuzzy and nondescript parental involvement.  he was loved by his mother and treated overtly affectionately by her from the time he was born-- however, his time with her was short. from her disappearance on, he was raised by his older brothers, who did their best of course, but likely fell short in various ways

ADULT LIFE

occupation.   ??? whatever it is, it’s not fully legal current residence.  a small apartment with his brothers. thanks to a certain god’s influence, it’s a little more luxurious on the inside than one might expect based on its outward appearance close friends.  uhhh. his brothers. minca, at one point. and probably again eventually. otherwise, he has various. uh. basically casual drinking buddies, so i’m not sure he’d consider them close relationship status.  single financial status.  it’s okay. paycheck to paycheck, but. again, thanks to a certain god, he and his brothers are able to live rather comfortably driver’s license. unfortunately, yes  criminal record.  Yes vices.  impulsive, short-tempered, has a tendency to be irreverent without entirely meaning to (not that he’s not Trying to be, just that he’s not thinking about it), lacks common sense a lot 

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation.   he personally identifies as heterosexual but tbh it’s bc he’s only had one girlfriend and hasn’t really thought about his sexuality in great depth. i could honestly see him being bisexual romantic orientation.   ??? preferred emotional role.  submissive |  dominant  | switch  |  unsure preferred sexual role.  submissive | dominant | switch  |  sex repulsed libido.  h-hahaa er. High turn ons.  i don’t. know yet tbh turn offs.  anything too Out There love language.  how do i. explain it. it’s not affectionate exactly, but it would be very obvious to his partner that he likes them, bc there’d be signs like his face lighting up whenever he spotted them in a room, or the fact that he invites them to go with him everywhere, that he’d rather spend time with them than with his drinking buddies, etc. he doesn’t actually do a lot of PDA, i think, bc i tend to see him as being a little more immature than that tbh, but there’d definitely be signs of affection and. adoration there relationship tendencies.  basil, at this point in his life, just wants someone he can have fun with. he doesn’t want commitment, he doesn’t want to think about the future (unless it involves daydreaming about visiting cool places)-- all he cares about is the now, and how he can have fun in the now. as such, he’s drawn toward those with like values and desires, and would be turned off by someone who seemed intent on ‘changing him into a better man’ or something similar

MISCELLANEOUS.

character’s theme song. here we go again, renegades hobbies to pass the time.  sparring/fighting, drinking, parties, tagging along with his brothers, causing mischief mental illnesses.  avoidant behaviors but lbr mostly none physical illnesses.  none left or right brained.  right-brained fears.  failure, disappointing his brothers, losing his brothers, embarrassing himself in a way he can’t Come Back From self-confidence level.  ehh, tbh, it’s mostly high. he probably gets down on himself at times when he thinks he’s done something exceedingly stupid, but for the most part, he thinks pretty highly of himself vulnerabilities.  don’t. don’t pull his tail, that hurts. his loyalty to his brothers, the secret feelings he keeps to himself about his childhood if anyone ever figured them out tbh, his fears that he really is kind of dumb

full name.  majora pronunciation. MAH-zheruh nicknames. nurse baobei (an old one from shosa that majora absolutely hates to be called in public these days. not that he. loved it to begin with) titles.  has an officer’s rank of some kind? does that count height.  5′8ish

age. Advanced (TM) no sorry i just haven’t decided how he ages compared to humans yet :v

zodiac. capricorn n/a languages. whatever language his planet/region uses, as well as a few neighboring ones

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair colour.  olive green, white eye colour. ???? skin tone.   body type.  slender, slim, but toned. certain joints like his wrists and ankles are very thin and frail-looking, however accent.  he’d have one to an earthling’s ear, but it’d be hard to place dominant hand.  right posture. generally straight, tho sometimes a little slouchy just bc he’s tired. while he was a military nurse, he wasn’t required to complete any kind of military training, so he doesn’t have the perhaps expected ‘soldier posture’ scars. what scars he does have are easily hidden by fur. has a scar on his upper abdomen leftover from a splenectomy tattoos. none most noticeable features. his ears are huuuuge

CHILDHOOD.

place of birth.  some planet in U4 lmao hometown.  a currently unnamed city on the coast. presently lives in a mountainous region in the northern part of the country/planet he lives on birth weight / height.  ~6 pounds, ~19 inches manner of birth.  something akin to twilight sleep first words.  it was ‘pig’ bc he witnessed one of his older sisters calling another child the term as an insult siblings.  four other siblings (two older sisters, one younger sister, one younger brother is the baby. he is the third oldest of five, right smack dab in the middle). his eldest sister is deceased. he is mostly estranged from the others and only sees them occasionally throughout the year parents.  Mother: jima Father: rougu, i haven’t quite decided what it was that they did just yet but whatever it was left them rather well-off financially, enough so that they were able to allow their children to pursue whatever interests and hobbies they desired (assuming they were proper, of course). their beliefs were steeped in traditions and conventional wisdom, and these are what majora grew up with and probably still to some degree practices to this day parental involvement.  somewhat negligent once he hit a certain age and was capable of helping with younger siblings and household chores, etc. his parents never were particularly affectionate with him, tho they encouraged certain interests of his (...martial arts, mostly) while discouraging others they felt tarnished his (read: their) reputation. this was especially true as he grew into his preteen and teen years and began showing behaviors they didn’t like

ADULT LIFE

occupation.   retired; former nurse current residence.  lives in a communal apartment setup. he lives at the end of the hall, is able to claim he has the largest room of the floor, and also has a nice little balcony attached to his room as well that he shares with the newly-married couple who live in the room next to him (who i’ve named chuan and cori). he’s quite fond of his living arrangement, despite what he may occasionally say otherwise close friends.  ..........shosa. that’s it. that’s literally it relationship status.  single financial status.  he survives on retiree and disability benefits........ but altogether, it’s not bad driver’s license. doesn’t need one. both. bc the city he lives in is compact enough to be able to walk everywhere and bc. Blind lmao  criminal record.  lots of curfew and truancy violations as a teen fjfiea;g  vices.  proud, aloof, withdrawn, set in his ways, stubborn, self-sabotaging

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation.   generally identifies as homosexual romantic orientation.   homoromantic probably preferred emotional role.  submissive |  dominant  | switch  |  unsure preferred sexual role.  submissive | dominant | switch  |  sex repulsed libido.  middles toward low, even when coupled, but he’s not repulsed by any means turn ons.  ....like basil i’m. not entirely sure yet turn offs.  treating him like a doll?? does that make sense, listen he might like to dress up but don’t treat him like a mannequin. and don’t take advantage of the fact that he can’t see what he’s putting on, that should be obvious. Anything without his permission, ignoring his discomfort if it comes up, not letting him know what you’re doing before you do it gdi love language.  kinda stiff and awkward in the beginning, but he softens up soon enough. he never does get to be the type who is outwardly affectionate and forthcoming about his feelings, and particularly in public, will seem very distant and cool to his partner, but he is definitely the sort to enjoy being around a partner and seek their company quite often, whether it’s to accompany them about the town or simply to relax at home

relationship tendencies.  truthfully, romance just isn’t on his mind much these days, but he’s always gravitated toward those that he could spend time with and not necessarily worry all the time. he’s not like basil and wants only to live in the present, but he does need something or someone to ground him in the present, or he thinks himself into a nervous frenzy about the future, particularly nowadays at his age and at his level of dependence on others. he worries occasionally that he’s too much of a burden, and that his efforts to decrease his status as a burden only exacerbate it

MISCELLANEOUS.

character’s theme song. cleopatra hobbies to pass the time.  fishing, listening to music/the radio, playing music occasionally (usually when he’s been left in charge of kids and they’re being little hellions rip), going to see plays and operas (even if he can’t appreciate the sets or costumes anymore, he can still enjoy the stories and acting, he supposes) mental illnesses.  none tbh physical illnesses.  some kind of anemia (think pernicious anemia), which results in fatigue and body aches, compromised immune system left or right brained.  left-brained mostly fears.  death, losing another sense, various small fears related to his blindness and his resulting vulnerability, being helpless/a burden, convalescent homes self-confidence level.  relatively high to moderate while he keeps his independence. when he makes mistakes or otherwise flubs up bc of his blindness, it tends to crash a little vulnerabilities.  his fear of both dying and debility/helplessness, frequent refusal to accept help, obviously he. uh. can’t see, tho his other senses help him out to some degree there, 

#bas;; dash games #maj;; dash games #THIS TOOK ME SO LONG GOD PLS JUST TAKE IT FROM ME

[7pastmidnight]

Past Curfew- Chapter 2

author: 7pastmidnight

summary: senior in hs moving into a new town

genre: horror, thriller, mystery, romance, 18+

warning: smut in later chapters

Chapter 1 

note: this is my first long fic, so please don’t be too harsh in judgement! i will try to release one chapter a week~ all members will be present along with other JYP artists for added characters. there will be lots of texting dialog throughout the story so I used italics to symbolize it~  I tried to type this quickly so i apologize in advance for any grammatical errors.  I hope you all enjoy it^^

key:italics = texting

y/a/n your aunts name, y/a/l/n your aunts last name y/u/n your uncles name

Jinyoung follows you out the door. He stands in front of you and says, “Let me properly introduce myself, I’m Jinyoung.”

“I’m y/n.”

“Nice to meet you y/n. The paperwork shouldn’t take her too long to fill out, so I’ll make this a quick tour.”

Jinyoung leads you down the long hallway, the windows above the lockers letting the natural sunlight in, giving you a somewhat welcoming feeling. There were endless amounts of hallways, you’re not sure how you’re going to get around in this school. “It took me a while to learn my way around the school but you’ll get used to it. Luckily they separate each grade by building so you won’t normally see any freshman wondering around here.”

You give out a light chuckle, “That’s a relief. Freshman can be pretty annoying sometimes.”

You take your phone out to see if Jeongyeon has responded, which she hasn’t.

“So where are you from? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I don’t mind.”, you politely retort,” I’m from San Francisco.”

“Oh I’ve been down there a few times. It’s really nice there, but it’s very different from here.” You’re glad he didn’t ask why you moved here, you really didn’t feel like explaining it. As you two are walking the halls you see more missing Wonpil posters.

“The library is right down this hall. Its huge but usually empty not a lot of people-“

“Sorry I don’t mean to interrupt but who is that guy? Is he really missing?” you interrupt.

He is silent for a moment. “That’s my friend Wonpil, he’s been missing for a few days now. I put these posters up hoping maybe someone would know something, but so far nothing.”

He seemed really beat up about it, but before you could say anything he says, “He’s my closest friend, other than him…. I don’t really have any.”

You weren’t expecting for the tour to take a turn like this. Not entirely sure how to respond you say, “I’m sorry… I can kind of relate to how you feel… I only had one friend back at home too… she’s not missing but…”

“It’s ok, I understand what you mean. My parents are strict so now they won’t let me out of the house past 8pm because of it…. not that they gave me a lot of freedom in the first place.”

“My aunt didn’t really take the poster seriously when she saw it… she said the kids around here play a lot of pranks.”

“Oh she must be talking about Jackson and his friends. They do play a lot of pranks, and they get away with a lot too.”

“Jackson?”

“Yeah… he’s like this typical jock type, jokes around a lot, everyone loves him. He’s a little loud and obnoxious but sometimes he can be nice.”

“OH.”

“Hmm?”

“I already met Jackson this morning! He almost hit me with his fucking car!”

Jinyoung looks down to hide his smirk, “Yeah that sounds like typical Jackson. If I were you I would just try to avoid him.” You two make your way back to the office. Just as you approach the door your aunt walks out.

“All the paperwork is done! You just need to pick out your electives and they can make your schedule then…. you can start classes tomorrow!” your aunt excitedly exclaims. You quickly turn to Jinyoung. “What electives are you in?”

He kind of gives you a shocked look, “Well I uh… I’m taking drama class, and photography…”

“Okay! I’ll take photography too! That way I’ll at least know one person in class.”

He gives you a warm smile, “Ah alright… Well, it was nice meeting you y/n, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He waves goodbye walks back into the office.

Your aunt gives you a smirk, “He was kinda cute wasn’t he?”

“Oh my god… it’s not like that.”, you reply to her. Which is true… he was cute, but you weren’t crushing on him.  You two walk back into the office to complete creating your schedule. You also decide to take home economics as an elective along with photography.

“Okay that’s it! You’re all done. Here’s a copy of your schedule. I hope to see you around!”, says the red headed secretary.  

You nod and smile in agreement and walk out of the office beside your aunt. You two were walking out of the front entrance, down the stairs, when you see with the boy with the black cap you saw outside your aunts house. Shocked, you think to yourself, that guy goes to high school here?? Is he a student?? He started walking up the stairs next to you on your left side. He rushed past you but you still couldn’t get a good look at his face. Maybe he’s a senior? You hope that you don’t have any classes with him.

You and your aunt approach her car when she says, “y/n, you want to go shopping for some things you might need for tomorrow? School supplies or clothes, or both if you want! I’ll take care of it.”

This was a little sudden for you, but you have the rest of the day to do nothing, so why not. “Sure, thank you y/a/n.”

“Okay awesome! I can show you around the town too.”

You two both hop into her Cadillac and drive into town. Suddenly you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. Jeongyeon replied sorry I got caught up in class. I didn’t want to get my phone taken away again. You respond I almost bumped into that creepy guy from the photo I sent you. He was right next to me and I still couldn’t see his face! I think he’s a student here

Jeongyeon: What!? No way that’s so creepy!

You: I know! But so far I met two students today, one was really nice and the other almost hit me with his car.

JGYN: Are they cute too??

You: Oh you’re not even gonna ask about how I almost got hit

JGYN:You’re probably fine

You: UGH well the nice guy was cute… but more like puppy cute not sit on his face cute lol he and I are gonna be in the same photography class

JGYN: Since when have you been into photography??

You: Since NOW I just didn’t want to be completely alone on my first day

JGYN: Whats his name?

You: Jinyoung. I feel kinda bad for him tho, his friend went missing

Your aunt interrupts and says, “There isn’t a mall here, but once we drive past this bridge the clothes store will be right there.”

“Oh ok.” You look out over the bridge and stare at the river, then you look back at your phone. Jeongyeon had just replied.

JGYN: WHAT?? there’s a missing kid in your town?? This Jinyoung guy is shady

You: JEONGYEON

JGYN: His friend is missing maybe he….

You: STOP I just said he was nice!! There’s flyers of his friend all over but this town is so small I can’t really imagine how they can’t find him. At first my aunt told me it was probably a prank so I didn’t take it seriously at first but then Jinyoung explained otherwise

JGYN: What kind of town puts up fake flyers as a joke?

You: Idk apparently this one

JGYN: What about the other guy

You: The one that almost hit me?? His name is Jackson. Hes kinda hot, but he seems like a total jerk so I’m not interested in him

Your aunt parked in front of the clothes store, I guess theres not really a mall here.

“Ok honey you go in look around. I’m gonna walk to the pet store across the street and get some things for waffles.” She hands you her credit card, “There’s no limit, just grab anything you like.”

“wow…. thanks y/a/n.”

You get out of the car and walk into the store. You check your phone, Jeongyeon replied you’ll probably end up crushing on that guy lol I wish I was there tho, I wanna know what these guys look like

I WILL NOT HES AN ABSOLUTE JERK I don’t know if I’ll meet anyone I’m interested in BUT GET THIS. MY AUNT JUST DROPPED ME OFF AT A CLOTHES STORE WITH HER CREDIT CARD, SHE TOLD ME I COULD GET ANYTHING I WANTED.

JGYN: Give me the address of the store

You: Why

JGYN: So if you go missing while you’re by yourself I can tell the cops where you were last.

You: SHUT UP YOU’RE SUCH A BITCH, maybe you and Jackson will get along then

JGYN: I would totally hit you with my car if I was given the chance

UGHH

You put your phone back in your pocket and look around the store. Jeongyeon was funny but she could be a handful at times. The store is bigger than it looks. You were a little surprised, you assumed it was going to be like an old lady fashion store, but instead there was lots of trendy things for men and women. It’s autumn so you think to buy some warmer clothes. You grab a few things, sweaters and shirts, some jeans and skirts, leggings and boots too. You didn’t want anything too flashy, being the new kid in a town as small as this you already knew you were going to stand out. Your aunt said you could grab whatever you wanted, but probably because she felt bad about your situation. You didn’t want to take total advantage of the opportunity, it didn’t feel right. You pay for everything and walk out the store. As you’re facing the pet store you notice that to the left of it there’s some police cars with their lights on. There’s a crowd of people looking over the edge of the bridge you just crossed over. You walk across the street to join the crowd and find your aunt. You asked her, “What happened?”

She has a horrified look on her face and she’s looking down at the river underneath. There’s some police at the bottom…and a bright yellow tarp laid over a human shaped figure. Your aunt grabs your wrist and pulls you away, “Lets go.”, she said in a quick low tone.

You’re in disbelief… there’s no way… could that be… Wonpil?

#got7 #got7 fic #got7 smut #got7 scenarios #got7 jb #got7 jinyoung #im jaebum #park jinyoung #mark tuan #kim yugyeom #jackson wang #choi youngjae #bambam #7pastmidnight fic

[nahyall1891]

She's Got Cheek - Year One

Fred watched as the young witch beamed with the hat's announcement. Her bushy hair bounced around her shoulders as she nearly danced to an open spot on the bench. Her eyes shown as they scanned the table, the blush of excitement darkening for a moment as she caught him grinning her way. George nudged him and he leaned into his brother. "What do you think, Gred? She gonna be worth our time?" She rolled her eyes with an annoyed scowl as the new Malfoy brat smirked with the hats quick proclamation of his house. "Oh, yeah, Forge. I wanna keep a eye close on that one." George's eyebrows furrowed for a moment as he considered his twin. "Really? She's a wee ickle firstie." Fred shrugged and winked at her over his goblet of pumpkin juice. Hers eyes widened in momentary shock at having been caught staring before she lowered her head over her plate. The twins snickered and clinked glasses before turning they're attention back to their fellow quidditch mates and Lee. "Oi," and Angelina shoved Fred's arm off her shoulder before pointing toward the first years filing into the common room. "I heard your brother getting harassed by that curly haired one on the train. She teased him into trying some bogus charm you lot gave him." "Oh, the one to turn Scabbers yellow?" Fred's mind had been sufficiently distracted from the new students when he made the delightful discovery that Angelina had undergone some developments over the summer holiday. Now he was lazily draping his arms around her at random intervals, and letting her playfully shove him off. George and he now shared similar smirks as the boy in question glared at his Perfect brother, Percy. "Blimey," they said in perfect unison as they watched the boys and girls separate to go to their separate dormitories. "He'll believe anything, the git." The bushy haired girl, Hermione Granger, pivoted on her axis at the entrance to stairs to take in the room, again. She caught Fred and George eyeing her and raised her chin in a challenge. Angelina made a sound of faux shock. "That one's got cheek!" She whacked Fred on the arm. "You two nubs better not be thinking of anything. Let them get settled at least. Besides, you heard Wood. He's already in a fit over upcoming quidditch trials. He would murder you, right out, if you lot got detention right at the start of term." "Oh, don't worry, Ang." "That's just Fred's new girl." She raised an inquisitive brow and leaned away from him. "You're my bird, tho." "She's just his girl." "There's a difference," and they smiled matching smiles as their voices sounded as one. "Trust us?" She made a very rude noise and rolled her eyes. "You two don't have the sense of blugger between you. Good luck with that. I'm calling it a night." They shrugged and turned their attention to Lee. "This years goal is toilet seats. We promised our kid sister one." "We're kids." Fred waived him off and George signed. "Oh, Lee. We're third years." "Leagues beyond kid status." Lee snorted and followed them up to the dorms. "Right, practically adults." "Exactly." A good month passed, with an influx of rumours about the new bright witch in Gryffindor house. Malicious words and spiteful hisses moved amongst the classes and the tables in the great hall. What shocked the twins most was their very own first years. "She's a nightmare!" Fred watched as she shoved her way through the boys, making her presence known. "It's no wonder she hasn't got any friends." Fred and George swooped down on Harry and Ron as they broke apart from the other snickering first year boys. Harry, for his part, was observing Ron with a look of exasperation. Something told Fred he had a good handle on what the girl might be feeling. "I think she heard you." His tone was sarcastic as Ron sent him a scornful look while rubbing the shoulder she'd checked on her way passed. "Shut up, Harry." "You should really apologise." Both boys turned at the sound of the twins scolding them. "Yeah? How do you figure that?" "Teachers are already talking about her." "Apparently she's brilliant." Ron's eyes squinted at them reproachfully. "Yeah? And how would you know?" "We have our sources." Ron gave them a rude gesture and pulled Harry along. "Detention isn't a source, bloody prats." They made their way toward the common room, Fred and George contemplating following them. "Sod off." They shrugged and eyed the girls and Lee as they walked across the courtyard. "Should probably let them figure it out, eh Gred." "Harry'll get Ron on track, Forge." They were shocked when MacGonagall questioned them involving the troll. "You really think we could get a troll in here, Professor?" She pursed her lips. "Honest. We wouldn't handle something that large." "We're in the business of handling much smaller livestock." She looked between them and sighed. "Yes. True. It's far too dangerous, even for you two." She dismissed them with a tired waive of her hand. "You should go check on your brother. He was in the bathroom with Miss Granger and Mr. Potter when the attack took place." Fred paled and turned a wide eyed gaze on his brother. "The three of them were attacked?" "Wouldn't have been a girl's toilet, would it?" She shooed them with threats of detention for breaking curfew. They made quick strides to the common room. Hermione was saying good night to the boys as they arrived. Fred made sure to give her a quick assessment before shifting his attention to Harry and his brother. "Blimey, I'm always shocked at how small they are." "Right you are, brother mine." "Wouldn't believe they took on a troll, would you Fred?" "Right, again, George. The little ruffians." They jumped at the sound of the older boys so close. "They hell are you two doing here?" "Oi, ickle Ronniekins, watch your language." "And your toilet antic." They leaned over, using their height to unsettle him, and asked, "what would mother say?" Ron bristled, and with a slight tremor in his voice, challenged them. "You wouldn't. Would you?" They considered. "Only if you be nicer to your bird." Ron blushed and Harry coughed nervously. "She's not my bird!" Fred winked and pushed passed them, George at his side. "Right. You'll be saying otherwise come 5th year." When they were out of ear shot George had his own go at Fred. "Or will that be you?" "I told you, Angelina is my bird." Fred raised his hands as if holding something to his chest. "She's developed these things called breasts. Quite suddenly, actually. I find them intriguing." "They are that." There was an undertone to George's voice that made Fred pause. "Oh, I'm just agreeing. We're twins. Of course if you find her breasts fascinating, I would notice, too." "Right." Fred let it drop. He was too busy trying to figure out the Ron, Harry and Hermione situation. It could be interesting, or he could end up wanting strangle youngest Weasley boy. The pleasant surprise was ickle Harry being a brilliant seeker. Granted he almost fell to his death his first game, but was miraculously able to stabilize himself and catch the snitch almost immediately following Snape and Quarrel causing a commotion. They soon noticed the shouts of "fire" and Hermione miraculously reappearing by they're brother's side, quite breathless. "I think you're right, Fred." "Definitely going to keep a close eye on that lot, George." Fred and George, in between pranks and product development, watched the trio as they fumbled around the school that year. Angelina, fortunately for Fred, found amusement in his constant distractions during broom cupboard visits when he would hear them in the hall. She found it endearing, he found it frustrating. Sure they were an amusing lot and got up to a fair bit of mischief, but he couldn't quite figure out why he was so interested. George was always equally stumped when the question was posed to him. They took the micky out of Percy when they could. He would shout about being a Perfect, and become even more outraged by their blasé reactions. It wasn't enough to fully distract from the increasingly life threatening activities they were randomly spying the three youngsters getting into. The disappointment of losing the Quidditch Cup almost over shadowed the fact that the little hooligans had been attacked at the end of term. Considering Quarrel was missing, though, they didn't believe the tale Dumbledore spun about it being an accident. At least, not entirely. So they weren't really surprised when it was revealed, through gossip circuits amongst the great hall and common rooms, that Quarrel was in fact a nutter and had attacked the "golden trio." "Mum will tan his hide." They fiddled idly with the toilet seats in their hands as they watched the recently released boy find his way back to the hospital wing, Hermione in tow. "Hmm. Quidditch, Fred." His lips tugged into a smirk as he locked eyes with the young witch. "Right you are, George." "Hey, Granger." She paused on her way into the infirmary, hesitant to engage them. "What happened during that game when Harry almost fell off his broom?" George slid an inquisitive glance her way, lightly hitting Fred in the arm with the seat in his hand. "That's right. What did happen?" "I remember Snape being very focused-" "-you disappearing-" "-he and Quarrel panicking about a fire-" "-and you reappearing." They finished together, arms crossed and eyeing her. "Wanna explain that, eh?" She took them in, eyes flicking over their smirks, height advantage and settling on the toilet seats in they're hands. "If you forget what you saw, I'll help you get those off the grounds. Or wherever you're putting them. I'm assuming it involves something with Percy, since you think he's a prat." They both considered the seats. "Actually, they're for our sister. Well, one was for Harry-" "- but we got rejected by Madam Pomfrey. Now we want to owl them to Ginny, but can't quite make out how with out Filch catching us." She nodded slowly. "I help you get them out, and you forget I went missing during quidditch." Fred smirked and moved forward to loom over her, taking an odd delight in her quick step back in response. "Actually, Ginny does only need the one." "And Percy is a prat. Help us get one off to our sister-" "-and prank Percy-" They both stood over her then, chorusing, "and you have a deal." And so Percy had a toilet magically tied to tug after him for the last week of school. Hermione would blush, but still cover her mouth to hide her smirk whenever she would see him. The twins took full credit, at great protest. "As if we would." "Potty humour, that is." They were pleased to see that their git of a younger brother had gotten his act together and befriended the girl. Harry they had no concerns about. At least, until they arrived home to find their little sister half smitten with him thanks to Ron's stories he'd owl'd over the year.

#harry potter fanfiction #hermione x fred #fred weasley #hermione granger #heads up #this is just year one #I will be posting other years #there will be feels eventually #eventually