#you can’t take him back if you can’t find him mwahahahaha

[alexanderlightweight]

Pretty open ended but I'd love to see more manipulative Magnus. Like this dude has been alive hundreds of years, he's got to know how to twist things for his own benefit. Particularly against young naive shadow hunters.

okay yeah i saw this and went mwahahahaha. like, who would magnus be able to manipulate exactly what he wants from? and anon i hope you enjoy this because i grinned evilly while writing it

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Magnus stares at the group of shadowhunters in front of him, all of them young and naive, even their leader who swaggers over with pure confidence that oozes into arrogance.

“We’re here for her memories, Bane.” The blonde says with a grating smirk that Magnus wants to sear off. “You stole them, so you’re going to give them back.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” And Magnus lets himself look troubled, worried even. “You see, I made a contract with her mother while she was a minor. I’d need to create a contract that would override that.”

“Then we’ll do that!” Little Clarissa Fray says, like she has any idea what she’s offering, what Magnus is asking for.

“I’d lose the payment procured and given in the original deal, are you sure you can afford my prices?”

“Greedy bastard.” Magnus hears muttered but he’s heard far worse and he’s willing to listen to it if it lets him teach these unrepentant brats a lesson. Even the little Fray is acting like her hidden blood, all self-righteous indignation and assuming she’s in the right.

“I do require a blood oath, mutual of course.” Magnus promises, because there is little risk to him with an oath such as this. The blonde looks murderous and then contemplative, and Magnus lets himself pale and sway back, as if intimidated and then he smirks.

“If it’s mutual, it’ll be fine.” He says, like he’s trying to assure himself more than Clarissa who looks about ready to grab his sword and stab herself with in her eagerness to see the contract fulfilled.

So, Magnus summons a scroll, writes a few sentences and lets her read it over before they both nick their fingers and stamp their blood on the page.

No sooner has the oath been sealed than an exhausted, furious and cold voice interrupts them.

“Just what, do you three think you’re doing?”

Magnus looks up expecting to find yet another tiresome hunter and oh, he thinks pleasantly surprised, he knows exactly what he wants out of this.

“Virgin shadowhunters energy.” Magnus says with a smirk, interrupting any response the group might have made and when the blonde looks like he wants to skewer him through, Magnus sends him a withering look. “Don’t worry blondie, you three lack what I require.”

Which clearly takes the wind out of his sails as he looks at Clary lost, like somehow, she’s hurt him with Magnus’ admittance which is just absurd. “But you,” Magnus hums and lets his gaze linger over the tall, new shadowhunter. “You’ll do just fine.”

He heres a gasped, low, “Alec’s a virgin? Wow, no wonder he’s so uptight.” And he valiantly resists the urge to throw her throw her through a wall. The comments are neither helpful, nor appreciated and being a virgin is hardly something to blame commonsense on. It’s not Magnus’ fault that the other three clearly had intelligence fucked out of them, because that’s his only explanation for the situation he’s gleefully taking advantage of.

“Excuse me?” His prey asks, incredulous but not at Magnus, “what the hell is going on?”

“A blood oath, to get my memories back.” Clarissa helpfully pipes up, smug. “You refused to help us, so we figured it out ourselves.”

“A blood oath?” His shadowhunter deadpans, his features twisting into a disbelieving scowl. “Jace, are you serious right now, you just stood by and let her do a blood oath?”

“Encouraged it even,” Magnus says as he stands up, circling his hunter for a better look, because he’s always willing to pour gasoline on a blaze. “He’s quite eager to get Ms. Fray’s memories back,

“What’s the price?” He’s asked tiredly, because apparently out of all of them, Magnus is the least problematic of the four in the room and Magnus is delighted.

“You.” Magnus says with a smirk, “and your energy.”

“Wha-?”

His shadowhunter gets interrupted by blondie who gives an obnoxious snort and a glare, still sore apparently about Clarissa’s missing virginity. Magnus idly wonders if after he leaves, blondie will go put up signs to see if he can find who took it.

“It’ll be fine Alec, just, I don’t know.  We’ll get the memories back and you’ll do an energy transfer or something.” Blondie is defensive now and the brunette who seemed the most unsure seems bolstered and laughs.

“Oh no,” Magnus says with a laugh, “I’ll be using the energy to retrieve the memories. You don’t think I just store peoples memories on my bookcase do you? I’ll need to summon them from where they’re safe, in the belly of a memory demon. Which, as you might understand, requires energy.”

“I—” and his shadowhunter doesn’t get a chance to protest, with three terrors talking over him, pressuring him and finally he sighs, shoulders slumping and with an anger that isn’t directed at Magnus as he bites out. “Fine, I’ll pay the price.”

Magic snaps in the air, a binding contract and his boy shivers and his eyes go wide as he turns to look at Magnus and then go even wider, as if he hasn’t actually managed to look at Magnus before now.

“Come along then, darling—” Magnus purrs and opens a portal, his hand out, “business it is.”

His boy hesitates before taking his hand and Magnus leads him through it and then smirks, his glamour dropping once Alexander is in his lair. He turns, all the worry he wore like a veil fading and it seems that blondie knows his warlock marks, because he goes pale, a hand to his hilt, “a pleasure doing business with you, Jonathon.”

It’s a name that was never given, but blood allows for many things and Magnus knows their identities now. A way to make sure the contract is kept. “I’ll take good care of Alexander, don’t you worry.”

“Wait, aren’t we coming too?” Clarissa asks, not noticing how pale her little guards have gone and stepping forward and lip caught between her teeth. “For my memories?”

“Oh, are you planning to just stand there and watch as I harvest his virginity?” Because now that his boy is out of earshot and the contract set, Magnus has no qualms letting them know just what they signed away. “I doubt he’d like that, all of you watching as I enjoy him. A bit crass, don’t you think. After all, he’s already doing you such a big favor and you didn’t even give him a choice.”

Magnus ignores the exclamations and questions of surprise and concern and simply leaves, the portal dissolving as he steps through to his bedroom, where Alexander Lightwood is standing and looking around with confusion.

“Alexander,” Magnus croons and steps close, hand going to Alexander’s back to tug him forward, so that Alexander is chest to chest with him. “Aren’t you a delight.”

Alexander shudders but doesn’t protest and Magnus knows he was right, about that spark of desire that Alexander hid away. Magnus doesn’t mind drawing it out, piece by piece until Alexander is begging for him, begging to be kept by him.

Magnus is going to ruin this boy with pleasure and he’s going to make it so that Alexander never wants to leave Magnus’ arms.

“Shall we start?”

#writing wednesdays #writing wednesday #shadowhunters #magnus bane #alec lightwood #lumine writes #malec #shadowhunters au #my fics #my fanfics #my ficlets

[tickly-stuff]

ALSO ALSO IN THE MINI EPISODE WHERE OUR TURTLES WERE LIL BABYS AND LEO WAS THE VILLIAN I think that when the villian gets caught they tickle the shit outta him (esp leo bc yk how he is he wouldnt give up so quickly LOL)

YES YES YES YES YES YES. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS. YES.

Hero’s and Villains

turtle tots!!💞

Summary: Leo get caught as the villain during training but doesn’t wanna face the consequences

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Today was a calm and quiet day in the lair. Well, it would’ve been if the boys weren’t busy training. It was a game called “Hero and Villain”. And they loved it. It wasn’t necessarily training. It was just in good fun.

The objective of the game is for one of the four turtles to be a villain, and the other three to be the heroes. If the villain gets caught, they get tickled until they say the code word “cowabunga”. And Mikey was the villain for this round.

Mikey was currently winning, running away from the three constrasting turtles with all his might. He was carrying “artifacts” which we’re actually just random items from Splinter’s room.

“Mwahahaha!! You’ll never catch me fiendish villains!! Wait. I’m the villain. So would it be fiendish heroes? Whatever!!” Mikey stated with mirth in every word.

“You can’t run forever Mikey!!” Leo yelled. It was more of a Tom and Jerry kind of situation. Mikey had the upper hand due to his size. He was small, which allowed him to fit through certain spots. And he was energetic enough to tire the others out for a little bit to buy himself some time.

Meanwhile while his brothers were catching their breath, Mikey had hid in a nearby closet.

“Phew! Alright! I think I’m safe. I have all of my precious artifrcats. They’ll never find me here! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!” Mikey attempted an evil laugh, trying to stay in character. He was never really fit to be a villain but he was nominated for the game and those were the rules. Whoever is nominated or outvoted has to play that position. And he really tried his best.

Unfortunately, he had laughed a bit too loud. So loud that his hiding spot was no longer hidden. Suddenly two big hands wrapped him and scribbled themselves all over his sides.

“Gotcha Mikey!!” Raph exclaimed. Continuing his tickle attack.

“GAH! Aahat least give mehe a waharning first!” Mikey said between giggles.

“No chance little bro! You can’t just tell the villain ‘I’m gonna tickle you now’! ” A different voice said behind him. Tickling the back of his neck.

“LEHEHO!!! Cuhut it ouhut!” Mikey said with full blown laughter. His knees had gave out and he was now in a ball on the floor.

“Nuh uh! You have to say the code word if you want us to stop! And for your information, it’s ‘artifacts.’ ” Donnie said, squeezing Mikey’s knees.

Michelangelo. Totally. Lost it.

“COHOHOWABUHUHUNGA!!! COHOHOHOWABUHUHUNA!!!!!!”

The three brothers immediately stopped their tickle attack and went to aid their brother.

“You good Mikey?” Raph asked sympathetically. The four of them made sure that they never went too far. With anything. And if they did, they would do whatever it takes to make it up to one another. That was their agreement. Their bond.

“Yeheheah ihihm fine. Thahat was fun.” Mikey stated. The phantom sensations causing him to giggle to himself a bit. A wide grin plastered on his face.

A few minutes had passed. They decided to rest for a bit to give themselves a break. But all they had to do was look at each other, and they all stood up.

“So who should be the villain this round?” Mikey asked.

I personally vote Leo! I’m sure he would fit the job! He’s agile, swift. You can do it! Right Leo?” Donnie stated. The spiny soft shell turtle’s words leaked of amusement. He knew Leo wouldn’t last. He just wanted to get him back for eating the last slice of pizza last week.

“What!? No way!! I am NOT. read my lips. NOT being the villain.” Leo said nervously with a shake to his head.

“Aww is the wittle baby leo scared of his brwothers? scared of being tickled?” Donnie said with wiggling fingers.

“Stop it D! I’m not scared! And I’m not a baby! And stop wiggling your fingers like that!” Leo said with a slight blush to his cheeks. “Fine. I’ll do it.”

They always gave the villain a 10 second head start to get themselves situated.

Whereas the other three we’re strategizing on how to capture him, Leo was contemplating. He knew Donnie was out for revenge and he knew that he would find him in no time. He would make it his mission. Any minute now he would burst through that door with Raph and Mikey screaming- “LEONARDO!”

“AAAAHH!!!” Leo screamed and ran as fast as he could. It’s not like he minds being tickled. But being tickled by Donatello? Could. Not. Stand it. He would always tease you about how much he was right.

Donnie was right on his tail. He wasn’t as fast as Leo but he sure wasn’t slow. Mikey and Raph followed behind.

Leo took a sharp corner to quickly hide behind a wall. This was no longer Hero’s and Villains, oh no. This was sibling war. One has the upper hand due to smarts and the number of people. But the other has speed and agility.

Due to Donnie’s lack of speed he hadn’t seen where Leo had went. So he started searching. He had made hand signals that told Mikey and Raph to split up.

They had understood and the hunt was on.

They looked everywhere. Donnie’s room, Raph’s room, Mikey’s room, Splinter’s room even Leo’s own room! Still no sign of him.

Until Donnie had looked around and found two. turtle. feet.

Leo wasn’t paying attention at all. So it was Donnie’s turn to strike.

He slowly crept up to Leo. Trying no to make any noise. When he finally got up to him, he reached for his foot and took it swiftly with a “HA!” and began tickling it.

“WOAH!! DOHOHONNIEE KNOCK IHIT OHOFF!!” Okay. Leo lost. He tried every trick up his sleeve and Donnie STILL caught him!! well. He had a good run.

“Never!! You were caught!! Some villain you are. RAPH! MIKEY! I FOUND HIM!!” Donnie stated.

Raph and Mikey immediately came and started tickling him everywhere. His neck, hips, torso, underarms and sides.

“NAHAHAHAHAHA WAIT GUHUYS!!!!!” Leo was completely losing it. Raph pinned Leo by his hands with his knees so he wouldn’t and couldn’t move. So he just endured the tickling. Besides, it felt nice to laugh like this.

“Well Nardo, do you admit defeat or would you like this to continue?” Donnie said in an evil voice.

“COHOHOHOWABUHUHNGA!!!!” Leo yelled out. And the tickling immediately stopped.

“Glad you finally came to your senses brother.” Donnie said to Leo with a noogie.

“Yeah yeah whatever. I NOMINATE DONNIE TO BE VILLAIN THIS ROUND!” Leo said with a prod to Donnie’s side that made him yelp.

Leo had a wide grin on his face. “This is gonna be fun.”

PERSONAL OPINION THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST FICS IVE EVER MADE.

#fluff #brothers #rottmnt #tickle #fic #request #donnie #raph #leo #Mikey #CRYING #💖💖💖💖

[jinbestboy]

#*pops him back in my pocket and takes off* #you can’t take him back if you can’t find him mwahahahaha #I just want a tiny yoon to carry around making smart ass jokes in tiny #pure devastation is what you’re putting me through w this #moon #tagged #tenri💘 #bts #🥺🥺

[cotccotc]

♡ 4:25 pm ; feel better

set in the domus amoris universe !

genre/s: fluff, comfort, suggestive (heH), established relationship/domestic au, hyunjin x gn reader

wc: ~2k MWAHAHAHAHA

warnings: descriptions of pain i guess? kinda? lol

a/n: i’m super excited to see what y’all think of this one! it’s based on a suggestion from @chogiwow hehe thank u ivy ♡♡ if you ever have a suggestion for the series feel free to check out the suggestion box !!

hyunjin always hates bothering you with trivial things. or at least things he would deem so. he knows you’d go to the ends of the earth to support him and provide aid for whatever might be troubling him - and he for you. you share the same home, the same heart, and the same devotion to each other. what’s yours is his, and vice versa. yet, even on a day like today, he feels it unnecessary to burden you with his troubles. he doesn’t want them to become yours.

and yet, he underestimates the bond you share. he should know by now that no matter what, there’s no way to hide from you. whenever you’re upset, troubled, in pain, or in conflict, verbal confirmation isn’t necessary. he just knows. it’ll be the way you breathe; sighing with every exhale, furrowing your brow as you breath in. or the way you look at him; your soft smile laced with a twinge of pitiable sorrow, eyes drinking in his features as a means of momentary distraction before you avert them somewhere else. or even the way you touch him; slower, fluidly, with a soft sense of urgency that you might not even realize.

but that’s exactly how you can tell there’s something wrong today. he’s been quiet with his voice but his actions speak volumes. you sit next to him on the couch, offering him his cup of tea. he holds the cup in both of his hands for a bit, one through the handle and one on the outside. he neglects to thank you in favor of letting out a deep, sighing breath. you glance at him with concern, taking a sip from your own drink. the hot liquid, dulled only slightly by smooth creaminess, creates a great deal of warmth inside you despite the subtle chill in the room. it’s chamomile, just as he likes it.

“you okay?” you ask, setting your cup down onto a coaster on the table. he nods to you, a passive smile spread across his face. he looks at you with a palpable longing in his eyes; one he can’t control even if he tried. “are you sure?” you shift closer to him, placing a comforting hand on his thigh, right above the knee. you rub back and forth with your thumb, a gesture you know he’s always found both endearing and soothing. maybe he’s cold, you think. it could explain his tight grip on the warm cup. “i can grab a blanket if you need-”

“no. it’s-” he starts. however, he hesitates. he stops. barely opening his mouth, he lets out an “i’m… fine.”

you know he’s lying. not out of spite or with malicious intent, but because he feels the same way you do whenever something’s wrong. one would think that after all this time, it’d be easier to confide in each other about superficial things without having to worry. but it’s not in either of your nature. “really?” you question, lifting your legs onto the sofa. you cross them, turning to fully face the boy you love; the boy you want to protect and provide for at all costs.

he nods again with a long, hard blink. he looks pained. it makes your heart twitch a little.

he leans over to set his teacup down onto the table before placing a hand on your waist. “c’mere,” he breathes out, once again opening his mouth only as far as he must to get a word in. you oblige, letting his hands guide your hips until you’re straddling his. he then wraps his arms around your center, looking up at you affectionately. for a brief moment, you forget your partnerly duties as you self-indulgently survey the shimmering vastness contained within his eyes. your focus lies within the chocolatey depths of his irises; cavernous pupils lit by the streaming sunlight from the living room window… what’s more, his widened, yearning eyes are further proof that he needs you right now, for reasons he’s somehow unable to tell you.

“what’s wrong, baby?” you ask, the softness of your tone fluttering across his heart like a feather on the skin; gentle, fleeting, and goosebump-inducing. he wants to tell you. you lull him further into relaxation, however, with your fingers combing themselves through his ebony locks and massaging his head in the tenderest fashion you can muster. you know how much he enjoys it. you can see it in his face when he lets his eyes close and head fall back onto the top of the sofa. and you can hear it in the way he hums in response. temporary relief. but you know you could be doing more. you glance down at his strawberry pink lips, slightly chapped from lack of use. you lean in, cupping his face with your hands and pulling your faces closer. but then, he lets out a small gasp.

his eyes shoot open, making immediate and urgent contact with yours. he’s in pain.

“i’m so sorry,” you say, taking your hands off his face.

“no! no…” he mutters. his hands travel to your sides, giving your hips a gentle squeeze.

“where does it hurt?”

he lifts a hand to the left side of his jaw, lightly rubbing back and forth. “tooth,” he says, simply.

you let out an “aw, baby,” under your breath, looking at him with concern. you hate it when he’s hurting. he hates it when you feel guilty.

“i’m okay,” he mumbles, mouth still partially closed. “i promise.”

“i know that’s not true. don’t lie.” you lift yourself off of his lap, receiving a bit of protest from your lover-made-patient.

“don’t go,” he whimpers through gritted teeth. this is just as he’d dreaded; you’re going to do everything you can to help him. and while he appreciates it, he doesn’t want you to worry. he never wants you to worry.

but you don’t want him to be feeling as bad as he does. as much as you’d love to stay here in his loving embrace, tending to him by simply being near to him, you know he’ll remain in pain. and you can’t let that go.

“i’ll only be a minute. i’m going to get you something cold to hold on it and an aspirin to take, okay?” your hands lay flat against his shoulders as you gently push yourself off the couch and onto your feet. he takes a hold of one of your hands, bringing it to his lips to place a faint kiss on the back of it. 

“thank you,” he adds with a half-smile. you rub his hand with your thumb before making haste into the bathroom to grab a washcloth. you soak it in cold water, then quickly ring it out and walk back into the living room to see hyunjin in the same state you left him. however, when you enter, the brightness returns to his face. you hand him the cloth, guiding his hand up to his jaw to lightly press the coldness against the affected area. his glassy eyes never leave yours. he lets out a slight hiss at the temperature of the cloth, but quickly adjusts. you smile down upon him, a loving hand placed against his other cheek, thumb stroking back and forth against it. he smiles back at you; at least, he tries.

then, you make your way to the kitchen cabinet where all the medicine is stored. you haven’t much room to keep them in the bathroom, but you made do with what you had when you bought the apartment. besides, it’s right near the faucet, which comes in handy in instances such as these. you grab an aspirin and fill up a glass of lukewarm water. however, just as you shut off the faucet, you hear him calling.

“baby!” he whines, loud enough to be heard from the other room despite his impaired oral function. you rush back to him, medication in tow, worried for what may have happened to him while you were away. though, you were only away for a few moments. after you arrive, his expression quickly transforms from agony to relief. the cold compress is squished against his cheek. he’s adorable.

“i’m cold without you,” he murmurs with a cheeky pout. 

you chuckle, letting out the breath you didn’t even realize you’d held when you heard him and came running. “do you need the blanket?”

“no,” he replies. “just need you.” squinting, he adjusts the washcloth. you really do hate seeing him like this, no matter cute he can never cease to be. so, of course, you comply.

as you approach him, he sits up, eager to be close once again. “here,” you say, handing him the cup and pill. you then settle back upon his lap, rubbing his stomach and gently holding the washcloth in place as he swallows. he hands back the empty glass, which you place on the floor beside the sofa. “good.”

he takes a deep breath while slowly snaking his hands up the back of your hoodie, pulling you closer to him. the contact between his cold fingertips and your back sends a shiver through you. “kiss?” he asks. every word that escapes his aching mouth is as light as a feather. you take a moment for this image of his face to seep into your unconscious. you’ll keep it there in case he’s ever far from you. it’s funny how memory works. some things will take temporary leave of the mind at a moment’s notice, but pictures such as this will linger for a long while.

“are you sure? i don’t want to hurt you,” you reply. you dab his jaw with the washcloth, trying to find the coldest spot to use. looking up at you with umber earnestness, he nods. you glance at his lips as they part, exposing his front teeth. they’re still clamped shut. you lay a singular, hushed peck upon his lips, still holding the compress against his cheek. you press a second kiss on the corner of his mouth, then his opposite cheek. you gaze at him once again, threading your fingers through his hair as he relaxes against the sofa for a second time.

he wraps himself further around you underneath the fabric of your sweatshirt, kneading the skin on your waist. as his eyes open, lashes fluttering and brows relaxing, he whispers, “more.”

you giggle. “is this just an excuse for kisses?” you ask, pecking his nose and cheek.

“no~,” he drawls. he leans toward you, fingers grazing over your skin and leaving your back in favor of gripping onto your hips. he swiftly latches his lips onto yours, drawing you in to deepen the kiss, as he’s unable to. and so, you do. he exhales into it, audibly relieved by the feeling. it’s almost as if the mellow, chamomile-infused sweetness of your lips provides a temporary numbness for the pain with which he’s been afflicted.

“is it feeling any better?” you ask. he looks up at you, nods, and smiles - as much as he’s able to - while his hands roam around your hips and thighs.

“thank you, baby,” he whispers. “you didn’t have to…” he trails off, squinting again. you take the washcloth off his jaw, noticing the rosy tint his skin has taken on due to the chill. gently, you drag the tip of your finger against his jawline. you then place a tender peck against it, trailing down to his neck as well.

“does this hurt?” you ask against his neck, your lips moseying back up to the point of affliction.

he lets out a deep sigh. “not at all…”

later, you’ll ask him what might have caused his pain. later, you’ll clean up the cups and drink the tea you would have otherwise forgotten about. later, in fact, you’ll keep tending to hyunjin’s toothache, ensuring that he gets some form of nourishment and some rest. but for now, you’ll stay seated on the lap of your lover; peppering kisses over his face, letting his hands roam around your form… whatever’s going to make him feel better, right?

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[cunty-cuntasaurus-rex]

Ok so here is a fanfic idea I had. DC, BatSuper yada yada here we go!

Bruce’s targeted by the court of owls and dies and Talia steals his body to resurrect him and he’s stuck with the league for a lil bit, Dick is taken by the court of owls and is slowly becoming talon. Bruce manages to escape and fucks up the league a little while doing so cuz he’s pit mad and goes and most definitely and completely fucks up the court of owls cuz he’s still pit mad and worried about Dick they go home and manage to get most of the programming out but they’re never quite the same, just a little more brutal. they’re very codependent (???) but Robin grows up and becomes Nightwing. Bruce being an empty nester as soon as he sees Jason stealing is like this is my child now. and Dick is annoyed he didn’t know about his brother for so long but he’s so happy! ok so he was annoyed at first but he didn’t even try to kill him or seriously anyway and they got close and then Jason died. the joker dies cuz like Bruce has found the self control to not kill indiscriminately but that fucker killed his son yanno. and the pit stays in your head but he doesn’t try to bring him back. i think he considers using the pit on Jason but ultimately decides not to because he’d have to deal with the league and they’d all probably be their prisoners or something i dunno. so Talia comes in steals Jason’s body and revives him in the Lazarus pit and poisons him against the family or at least tries to. I’ve decided in this world instead of adopting Tim only a few months after Jason’s death he takes him in like a year or two later. Jason stays with the league for let’s say 5 years and meets Damian during that time. They become brothers during his stay. Like this is part of the reason Damian hates Tim so much because he’s like first you took my brothers place, and then you took mine, f u. Anyways Talia hears about this and is like yes I can bring him fully onto my side mwahahahaha. So she does and it works and is like finally I can get back at Bruce and sics him (Jason) on the new Robin hurt comfort with Jason realizing he’s becoming his worst nightmare by whaling on Tim, the batfam gets through to him and he goes home. Stay a drug lord vigilante though. They don’t talk about it at family dinners tho. Then Damian comes along attacking everybody and only getting the drop on Tim cuz he hasn’t been training as long and they realize they fucked up. Jason takes the forefront and helps explain “the rules” to Damian and how they’re different from the league. And they’re all happy family

K so on to Clark, our dear Superman. So I like to think in this world the justice league was formed just before the start of this story (bruce dying) so they’re not close and this is more comics verse so nobody knows the bat’s identity. Clark and he we’re getting kinda close but weren’t really yet and he had like a puppy crush on him. B disappears and clark is sad and tries to look for him but can’t find him. ( As a side note Alfred is saying bruce is on a long trip and that he took dick with him??? I dunno but they’re accounted for someway or another. Or their deaths were announced and Alfred had some tricks up his sleeve to make it look like b&r were still out there??? We’ll hand wave it away) can’t find him but he moves on a bit. Like he had a crush on Lois anyways but he still held batman in his heart. He ends up becoming friends with Alfred because he still looks for Batman and that’s how he finds out his secret identity.( Batman knew cuz he searched for the all of the JL’s. He’s paranoid like that) but finally he goes to visit Alfred and hears heartbeats very similar to theirs. Knocks Alfred let’s him in and boom it’s them. So B and Clark grow closer but Clark thinking bruce isn’t interested and really loving Lois, stays with her. and then Kon comes into existence. Clark is terrified but also like I’m a father now. Lois isn’t as with it but she does her best to be there for Clark and by extension Kon. But it’s also kind of obvious that she isn’t really jiving with it ( Lois should not be a villain in this story) She and Clark are growing apart and Clark is going more to Bruce and while they were best friends there’s more of a romantic undertone now but they refuse to acknowledge it and Bruce isn’t letting the kids say shit and is ignoring Alfred. Lois and Clark have still been doing the do and now there’s gonna be a baby. And it’s Jon and Lois wanted this baby k, but the longer she has him she sees that she’s not the motherly type and she and Clark aren’t too close. Everything with Jason happens and Damian comes and is best friends with Jon.

It really starts because of Jason. He’s back and he sees that uncle Clark isn’t really in love with his wife tho they are best friends, and is kinda nostalgic and remembering he and dicks 115 step plan to get him and his dad together. Talks to his siblings about it and d is enthusiastic, Tim wants to spend more time with Kon and same for Damian. They hope it doesn’t come to death for Lois if only because of Jon but if it happens oh well they’ll comfort him. And they’re bat kids so they’re just as sneaky as their dad. Bruce is forcibly oblivious cuz he does not wanna know and is enjoying the time with Clark and Clark is just like it is healthier for me not to know what his kids Bruce’s kids are up too. And they get a divorce Clark and Lois because the spark just isn’t there but they’re still best friends. And the kids make sure it’ll be permanent. Maybe not with murder.

The End

anyways TLDR: the whole point of this is that dark batfam are conspiring to make Clark their step dad and are perfectly ok with killing Lois if it comes down to it.

#batman #bruce wayne #superman #clark kent #batsuper #batsupes #bruce wayne/clark kent #blark #batfam #dark batfam #dark bruce wayne #dc #dc comics #fanfic #fanfiction #superbat

[katzkinder]

Hello! I’m the Anon that sent in the Sakuya w/ pillow and guardian angel sister drabble a while back 😅 I read your Cain vs Able Envy vs Lust post

https://katzkinder.tumblr.com/post/645026783681511424/cain-vs-abel-envy-vs-lust

and this drabble popped up in my head and I couldn’t stop myself. I hope the Sakuya one wasn’t too out there… if it’s not any trouble, your post made me conjure this, it’s pretty much a ‘based on / continuation’ of your post… I was hoping to get your feedback? I’m sorry I have a terrible habit of making these things too long😓

First off, every detail of the (eventual PLEASE BE EVENTUAL!) Misono vs. Mikuni fight that no one can leave until the end… I love every second of it!

There was one other aspect though… one of Lily’s main abilities is erasing/manipulating memories *cough cough, another Sakuya foil, cough cough*

so what if upon Misono realizing just how much Mikuni does love him…

what if Misono amid the fight played to the advantage of everyone, Mikuni included, presuming that he’s weak and Misono uses that, putting on an act of being out cold or severely hurt and Lily, aware of what Misono is doing, Lily manipulates Mikuni’s memories/perception of the situation before running to Misono’s side cradling a limp body to further the act so Mikuni thinks he’s gone too far and legitimately hurt his baby brother.

In that moment of panic, Mikuni drops Able on the ground and starts stumbling towards the Servamp cradling his baby brother… he falls to his knees before all of a sudden Misono twitches his fingers or crinkles his nose or something to signal Lily ‘now!’ and Lily jumps behind Mikuni to carry out Execution Block of the Red Queen.

The part I love the most is imagining Mikuni, with Lily’s scythe to his throat just before Lily pulls it, Misono stands, looking down at Mikuni with a confident, almost playful smile that mimics Mikuni’s very own and Misono just quotes something Mikuni said a long time ago… “‘The winner or the loser is decided by who can be cruelest to the end.’ Those we’re your words, right brother?” and right then and there Lily pulls the scythe with a “pleasant dreams, master Mikuni.”

If I’m not mistaken, if something like this happened, this would be the first time Misono has called Mikuni “brother” to his face since he left… as well as the first time Lily had called him “Master” since he left…

Misono is victorious. As the alternate reality begins to fade, Mikuni’s consciousness would begin to fade too… and with a weak chuckle, a smirk, and maybe he even has a “good game, brother” or something like that left in him… in that moment Mikuni is truly happy Misono has surpassed the frail little boy he once was… the frail little boy that now only exists in memories and Mikuni’s treasured photographs.

&OK! the reason I haven’t really mentioned Jeje in this little scenario is because… as far as I know… he’s pretty much the only Servamp we’ve seen who won’t act on his own, outside of his Eve’s orders… even if it means protecting his Eve.

I keep thinking back to the Lust Arc where Jeje, obviously hesitant, asks Mikuni on the rooftop why he isn’t going back to Alicein manor to help and Mikuni responds chuckling, asking Jeje if his asking is referring to Misono or Lily - and Mikuni puts on one of the most tortured/forced/almost somewhat psychopathic smiles and asks Jeje “Do you seriously have any right to ask me that?”And Jeje immediately shuts up and hangs his head in shame.

Unless Mikuni directly ordered him… I honestly don’t believe Jeje would continue to intervene in this fight between Alicein brothers on his own accord. I think he’d be very hesitant to really do anything in this setting from the very beginning unless directly ordered to do so because of the guilt and shame he does feel about how his influence of Envy cost both of them a mother (technically cost Misono 2 mothers).

I think that even if Jeje didn’t necessarily believe Misono was really hurt… he wouldn’t intervene because Mikuni believed he was; I do believe in some ways Jeje does genuinely care about Mikuni, that at least from his POV their relationship/contract isn’t entirely made up out of loyalty and guilt…

& again Jeje seems to be one of the only Servamps that makes no act on his own to defend his Eve from harm (excluding Lawless’ past Eve murder sprees) without being told - Jeje may not have agreed with Mikuni’s mom wanting to kill Misono, but he did not object - Jeje could have easily stopped Mikuni from stabbing and killing his Eve / the boy’s own mother, but he didn’t - Jeje could intervene on this moment right now and try to snap Mikuni out of it or take a (non-fatal) shot at Misono or Lily… but I don’t think he would.

Maybe later when Mikuni would come to… he’s in a bed in a big empty room… and his hands/feet/body is secured to the bed of course. He smiles knowing his little brother knew not to underestimate him.

Misono, with Lily🦋 on his hair, comes in with a glass of water and some pain killer or something and summons his chair/lead, sitting down facing Mikuni and is 100% straight with him, bringing up again what he had screamed during their fight. Mikuni couldn’t slip out easily at the moment, he had no choice but to listen, and Misono starts saying again “stop doing everything on your own, you have people who love you!” just with less screaming, more composure, and a 100% guaranteed tsundere blush.

They have this heart to heart and then Misono looks Mikuni in the eyes; even if Misono already knows, he wants to hear it from Mikuni himself.

Misono tells Mikuni that he knows he is the love child of their father and Mikuni’s teacher; that he knows Mikuni’s mom killed his biological mother; that he knows Mikuni’s mom took him in as a baby… but eventually wanted to kill him too.

Mikuni has his gaze turned away and Misono slams his hand down on the bedside, leaning over his brother that is still restrained to the bed. “I know what she was going to do… but how… how could you kill mother?” Misono is trembling, he needed an answer and we’ll all finally get a more detailed recollection of the events from that night from Mikuni’s perspective! Mwahahahaha

Sometime later once they’ve both recovered from this conversation, Misono gets up to leave, his chair/lead disappearing on command and with his back turned says “I’ve missed having my brother around.”

Once Misono opens the door he turns back with a soft smile and says “and I’m not the only one. After I bested him, he asked me to tell you to come home… he wants to talk again… like a family.”

With that, Misono exits and Mikado walks through the door to talk with his son.

And of course the chapter/arc would end there and we’d have to know gosh knows how long to find out what goes down with those two in a room together when Mikuni can’t just get up and slip away.

Bonus: I’d most definitely wager Mikuni at the very least cockily attempts to make his dad uncomfortable (to avoid talking) by making various comments about how perverted it is Mikage is comfortable having his son tied to the bed frame like this 🙄

fgjdfh YEAH I HAVE YOUR ASK STILL I keep trying to write a little drabble in response but I'm stuck 😭

Gosh I love all of this though, like, yes! Also Mikuni being tied down made me laugh a ridiculous amount, like. He's so tired, and this isn't helping. He WOULD make an inappropriate crack at Mikado in the hopes the man will go away, but unfortunately for him... It's not going to work

Hhhhh, with Jeje... I half agree? That he isn't the type to move unless his Eve tells him to, but also, I wonder about what happened that night. Did Jeje help Mikuni kill her? Did Mikuni kill her at all? Did the Servamp of Envy murder his Eve in order to protect her children? What happened all that time ago?

The answer, to me, is obvious. Both of those brothers are loved, oh so dearly, by their Servamps.

#servamp #mikuni alicein #envy pair #asks #anonymous #kat's mewsings #thanks for the ask nonny!!

[worstloki]

Part 3

Fury: I cannot believe the Avengers No. 1 unattainable criminal right now is a seventeen-year-old twink Clint: I can’t believe you’re calling Loki a twink Tony: I can’t believe he's been the legal godparent of kids his own age for months and I didn't realise Steve: You didn’t get him removed? I thought you made Rhodey their legal godparents instead?? Tony: nah I removed Thor Natasha: ?? why would anyone do that ?? Fury, having a breakdown: we nearly lost New York and the entire world to a 16-year-old twink with daddy issues Clint: yoU just did it aGAIN- Tony, the only actual Avenger who knows Loki isn’t actually evil™: heY! Daddy issues are a serious thing! Don’t make fun of the guy for having a crisis and finding out his life was a lie and he’d faced over a millennium of abusive environment for nothing!  Avengers: are you… defending Loki… the megalomaniac WAR CRIMINAL who turned every SHIELD facility into ice cream earlier today…? Tony, hands up in surrender: I’m saying maybe we shouldn’t be so quick to judge the guy. I wouldn't be able to guess what but maybe he had an ulterior reason for the New York fiasco? His normal stuff is usually harmless.  Avengers: ... Tony: What? It could’ve been much worse. Strange, rolling his eyes: Yes, at least it wasn’t Stark Raving Hazelnuts Loki, who has been standing at the back listening to the entire conversation: That flavour is way too chalky to suit SHIELD anyways [everyone turns to Loki with their weapons ready, except Tony of course] Loki, raising his hands in surrender: what? A Hunka-Hulka Burning Fudge is way better, and its green, and for some reason they didn’t have a Loki flavour so that was the next best option-

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Loki: hey Morgan what would you say if i offered you an officially evil part-time job with decent pay and extremely good evil workplace benefits? Morgan: do you offer evil dental? Loki: of course?? we also have A-Grade coffee 24/7 because top class extremely good evil deserves only the best Morgan: Excellent! I look forward to working with your evil team and being a part of your nefarious schemes and plots in future Loki: Thank you. Tomorrow we replace all Tony's vehicles with incredibly realistic wax models. Morgan: ...including the jets? Loki, scoffing: what kind of amateur villains would we be if we left his jets, boats, bikes and single vintage helicopter untouched Tony: its 4am can you maybe not have this conversation right next to me in my own workshop?!

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Tony: I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU WOULD REPLACE THEM WITH WAX MODELS Morgan: What kind of low-grade predictable villainous evil doers would we be if we did what we said we would Tony: oh $#!^ now you're speaking like him too Loki, cutting his shoulder to reveal cake: Just so you know, it wasn’t JUST the vehicles ;)

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Peter: *following loki around with a notepad* Loki: Terribly sorry if you mind but he's MY intern now. Tony: You don’t think there’s anything wrong with what you’re doing, do you? Loki: I don’t think anything I’ve ever done is wrong Peter:  *avidly taking notes and nodding along*

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T’challa: I cant believe you filed an application for ‘time off’ Shuri: I NEED at least 3 hours a week reserved specifically for training if I want to keep my part-time job T’challa: you don’t NEED a job! You make up 90% of Wakanda’s research and development departments! Your technology work IS a job! Shuri: yeah well my ACTUAL job is fun and has proper work benefits and I simply must empty the time blocks I specified for it! You wouldn’t stop me from meeting with Peter and Morgan would you? They ARE, legally and spiritually speaking, my siblings, brother :) T’challa: what job could you have that would need you reminding me that a mischief deity adopted you before telling me what the job actually is Shuri: The official position is called Secretary of Evil but that’s only for the probationary 2 week period and I’m allowed to request a name change if I think of anything better T’challa: T’challa: you are working as a SECRETARY?! Shuri: The job pays well, Brother, T'challa:  T'challa: mother will be so disappointed

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Scott: I can’t believe you did that Maggie: I didn’t know he was a supervillain! OBVIOUSLY! Scott: how would you noT KNOW! He wears nothing buT LEATHER and BELTS and GREEN BOOTS AND- Maggie: I needed someone to watch her and she showed up in pink sweatpants and a black tank top and was charging a decent rate Scott: Scott: are you sure their name was loki

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Clint: you told me it was a ‘family gathering’! Tony: yeah, it is, and the avengers are family Clint, pointing at Loki: so what’s the twink doing here and why are MY kids along with every other person here who is under drinking age clinging to him like a frickin’ koala bear Tony: morgan wanted to get her ‘the floor is lava’ badge and loki was the only one immune to the lava so they jumped him - and he enjoyed walking around covered in them way more than he should have -  and also loki is legally peter and morgan and harley and shuri’s godparent so he’s allowed to be here on more of a basis than anyone else here at this point Clint: There was LAVA near MY KIDS?! Tony: no of course not – it was FAKE lava that just looked and functioned like real lava Clint: im taking them all home Tony: good luck convincing them not to want another playdate Clint: this isn’t a joke Tony Tony: I’m serious. Good luck. The kids love him, and you’ll need all the luck you can get if you want them to ever root for the side of good instead of wherever-loki-is-at instead. 

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Pepper: *watching the news* Pepper: oh hey the Avengers are on Peter, running into the room: woW NICE Pepper: wtf why is Hulk wearing giant boxing gloves Peter: Language! Pepper: is Steve's shield padded?! Peter: i don’t remember that being normal Pepper: did most of the Avengers just ditch Steve? Why’re they leaving Peter: I guess the danger must be over? Pepper: WHAT is going ON out there today Peter: I think Loki had planned an attack today so maybe he did it as a joke Pepper: oh they're facing Loki yeah okay that explains it Peter: Loki always does the funniest things of course he baby-proofed all the Avenger's gear! Classic Loki! :D

-meanwhile-

Captain America, tears streaming down his face: pl,,ease, loki,, stop,t his, I cant hit ,,a child Loki: Look at you, the American icon, unable to save all these innocent people from having their skin turn into primary colours, all because you are TOO AFRAID to fight me! Captain America: I’m a national icon, not a good soldier but a good man, I will do whatever it takes to keep innocents safe, but I can NOT beat up someone who isn’t even legal enough to vote Loki: I was around causing chaos before this ‘voting’ was even invented! And I’ll NEVER legally vote even if I could!! mwahahAHAHA- Falcon, to Bucky in the background: How did we not realise he was a teen, all his comebacks are ‘no u’ and ‘uno reverse card’ and ‘look over there!’ Bucky, to Falcon: I don’t know but I really really want to know where he gets his outfits from Falcon: if it means I’ll be seeing you geared up in leather again then I want to know where he gets his outfits from too ;‘) Thor: I think my brother makes his own outfits Loki, still tormenting Captain America: *SISTER Thor: ah, my bad Captain America, crying x2: wait does this mean I’ve been lobbing my shield at not just a child, but I’ve been misgendering them while doing it?! Loki: only occasionally and I don’t blame you that was on me for monologuing too long, really— Captain America, taking off the helmet: nope I’m done Loki: what are you doing Steve, handing Sam the shield: It’s yours. Enjoy. Sam: woah woah woah what’re you doing you cant retire just like that  Steve, unzipping his suit to reveal American flag boxers: watch me Bucky to Sam: hello new best friend Sam, realising that Cap and Bucky are a duo: oh no no no STEVE is your best friend Bucky: he hasn’t been my ‘best friend’ since I saw him with the American flag splayed over his butt Loki, holding his hand out for Sam to shake: Hello there new Captain America its nice to meet you formally, my name is Loki and yes I’m a child but I’m actually 1075 but that is irrelevant if I’m causing trouble and looking for a fight, I’m also genderfluid so yes sometimes my pronouns will be different but I’ll be sure to inform you if it happens Sam: what are you doing Loki: I’m… formally introducing myself Sam: Sam: why?? Loki, blinking to hide that he’s getting teary eyed: well, the last national icon I didn’t do this with ditched me because I didn’t Bucky, a trained assassin, who isn’t a fool: *hugs loki* that wasn’t your fault steve just likes to carry the stupid with him Loki: thanks Bucky: is this a bad time to ask where you get your clothes from…? Loki: I make them Bucky: oh. Well $#!^. Loki, sniffing: if you join the dark side I’ll make you some too Bucky, immediately: done. Sam: JAmES Bucky deadpan: Yes, Samuel, what is it that troubles you, my new arch nemesis? 

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Sam: HE TOOK BUCKY Natasha: What do you mean ‘he took bucky’ he’s standing right next to you Sam: He’s “infiltrating the enemy” Natasha: *lifts an eyebrow and looks to Bucky* Bucky: It’s true. My loyalties lie elsewhere now. Natasha: ??? Bucky: note to self – unexpected outcomes confuse the black widow. Natasha: how did this happen?? Sam: he SOLD himself out to the ENEMY Natasha: well when you say it like THAT ;) — Bucky: I think friendship is a decent price to pay for decent clothing Natasha: ??? Sam: oh also I’m Captain America now because Steve broke down and quit Natasha: ?!?!?!

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Peter, entering the room and high-fiving Loki: I heard you got Mr. Bucky to switch teams! Loki: well, my fashion skills ARE legendary Tony, under his breath: he’s not even trying and he’s gotten every kid and the freaking winter soldier on his side and I am so so grateful he isn’t actually TRYING to make everyone go bad

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Bucky: we’ve been over this Steve, Loki is young but he’s also over a thousand years old Steve: I was beating up a KID, Bucky, a kid who was SMALLER and WEAKER than everyone else where he lived but wouldn’t EVER turn down a FIGHT for what he BELIEVES IN and he was probably BULLIED and I wanted the guy DEAD, Bucky– Bucky: don’t forget the genderfluidity thing Steve: he said it wasn’t my fault but I should’ve asked Thor after he referred to Loki as ‘she’ instead of thinking he’d made a mistake and I just can’t – he isn’t even old enough to DRIVE or VOTE or DRINK or BUY A KNIFE or -- Bucky, holding Steve and patting his back: hey now, there, there, it’ll be okay, Bucky: *gives Loki a thumbs up as he sits on the couch with popcorn and watches Steve be miserable*

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Loki: We need to get through this locked door. Tony, quick, give me your card! Tony, handing the card over: Take it! Loki, pocketing it: Thanks! Morgan, fire at the door Morgan: *pulls out an iron man gauntlet painted green and gold* Tony: hOW COULD you deface YOUR BIRTHDAY PRESENT with GREEN Morgan: MINE is still being used as a paperweight. This is one of YOUR gauntlets.   Tony, under his breath: maybe it’s not too late to burn the physical evidence and hack Loki’s name off the digital copies of the adoption forms Loki, whispering back: oh its definitely too late. I’m already on your christmas card and everything.

#LokiAdoptsAU #where all the kids can enjoy loki tormenting the world because its funny and no one actually ends up seriously injured ever #loki is about mischief and chaos not death and destruction #the avengers don't know why the kids are attached #tony knows that loki isn't evil but so far Shuri and Peter and MJ and Ned and Cassie are the only ones who know about the torture #because everyone else is an *d*ot #watch as loki cajoles the avengers to his side 1-by-1 with the promise of good coffee decent prankster material and custom leather outfits #ThisPostIsLongerThanMyLifeSpan #TPILTMLS

[luna666us]

Unknown Relationship pt.1

This is that Felix x reader that my friend asked for.

Here you go lily I hope you enjoy

“He’s just so sweet.” Wendy had been talking for twenty minutes straight and I had yet to type even a single word for my book. I’m just sitting there in my plaid widow outfit looking bored out of my mind. then my phone chimed. Thank the gods. It was from Felix. I smiled. “who is it, Y/n?” She asks. “Felix.” I say. “Ooooooo.” She whoops while raising her eyebrows up and down. I laugh and hit her with a pillow. “shut up.” I say. I pick up my phone and read. “Hey, Y/n” I read. “Hey, Felix. What’s up” I replied. Then Wendy starts laughing. “I ship it.” She says. I make a face. “what! Eww! I don’t think of him like that.” I protest. She laughs. “sure,sure.” She answers. Then my phone chimes again. “I’m good. How’s the book coming along so far” he asks. I roll my eyes. “It would be if Wendy would get off my back for two seconds. It Pan this, and Pan that. Pan, Pan, Pan, Pan. I’m sick and tired for hearing how sweet Pan is. If only she actually knew him.” I start venting. I’m about to put my phone down when it chimes again. “That was fast.” Wendy says playfully. “oh shut up.” I say. Then I read his text. “You could come over to my place and we’ll work on the book together.” He suggested. My eyes light up. “really, that would be great. Thanks Felix I’ll be there in five.” I  answer. then I get an immediate response. “no prob. Kay I’ll wait for you.” I read. I smile. “I’m going over to Felix’s place to work on my book so you can spend the rest of your night texting Pan.” I say. She giggled. I get up and grab a backpack and stuff my, phone, laptop, and some cloths in case it gets cold at Felix’s and I can change, and strap my skateboard onto it. Then I point at her with an apple in my hand. “Stay out of my room and behave.” I say. She salutes me. “mam yes mam!” She says. I laugh once and we head out of my room. I close the door and lock it with a key and put the key in my pocket. Then I wave my hand over the door knob and lock it with magic so that she can’t brake in. Then I grab my boots and head out. I get on my black and red motocross bike, and I drive off, and soon I make it to Pan, and Felix’s apartment. I grab my stuff and I chain up my bike. And use magic so no one can steal it. Then I walk over to the huge steel door and press the buzzer for apartment B9. I hear a returning buzz that tells me that I’m being let in, and I open the door and walk in. I go up thirty nine flights of stairs. Luckily I’m on the track team so it doesn’t really bother me. I knock on the door and Peter opens it. “Oh, hey y/n come on in.” He says. “Felix! Y/n is here.” He shouts. “ok!” Felix shouts back. “he’s in his room.” He says. I nod once and head down the hall. I knock on the door. “come in.” I hear Felix say. I open the door and lean against the door frame. He’s sitting in a gaming chair and playing. Game of thrones, with Baelfire, Nibs, and Devin. “Devin to your left.” Felix says. I laugh once and the whole game stops. Devin, Nibs, Baelfire, and Felix’s characters all go still. They all have their cameras on so I can see them. Felix turns and sees me. I wave with my fingers. “so I see you guys have been playing Game Of Thrones without me.” I say. They all look guilty. I smile. “its fine I have a lot to do anyways.” I say. They all look relieved and I go sit with Felix. “we’ll work on the book later.” I say. He nods once. “want to join us?” He asks. I smile. “sure.” I get up and grab a controller and head set. Then I turn on his other game system and login. Then I wait for an invite. Devin sends it, and I join. I take some time to edit my character. Then I click join and I spawn in the world. I turn on my camera and headset. They all unpause their game. And we get back to it. I see an orc about to kill Felix and I know that if I warn him it will only take up more time so I use my bow and one shot him in the head. Then I attack the dark elf that goes at me for killing the Orc. Soon we get rid of most of the enemies, and we move out. We split up into teams. Then Henry logs on and Devin invites him. We all split up into teams of three. Devin, Nibs, and Baelfire are one team and Felix, Henry, and I are on the other team. After a few hours of playing I realized how dark it was outside now. “Crap!” I say. “What is it?” Henry asks. “It’s 10:30 PM. I need to work on my book the last time I took so long to update the story all my followers banned together and started a mob that literally found out where I lived to demanded that I work on the next chapter.” I say. Felix laughs. “ok guys me and Y/n are gonna log off so we can work on her book together.” He says. “Mmhmm... sure.” I flip Nibs off before logging off. They all wish us a good night and then he log off too. I get up and pull out my laptop and in less time than it takes me to get up and walk across the room. I logged into my story account and and get to my recent books. then I get comfortable and Felix sits with me on a large beanbag. He pulls me into his lap so he can see the screen too. Then I immediately type on my forum page. “Sorry guys for making you wait so long but I’m writing the next chapter right now.” I hit send and then I begin typing something else. “you guy remember me talking about my best friend Felix. He is here with me today to help write my story.” I send it and take a picture of us he has his arms around me and I hit the ten second countdown button and right before it takes the picture he starts tickling me and I struggle to get out of his arms, and then it takes a picture of both of us laughing, him tickling me and me trying to escape. “noooooo!” I shout. He laughs and stops. The picture automatically sends instead of making me send it because when I take a picture with the app it automatically sends the message with the picture in it. He laughs as I watch the comments roll in like a flood. “you ass! You knew that was going to happen.” I accuse him. He laughs. “maybe I did maybe I didnt. The world will never know.” He says. I laugh and look at the comments. “@Bagellover65- awwww you guys look so cute together.” I read. “@bookworm39- I ship It.” I read next. “@batcat33- I will dedicate my time to this Ship and together the Y/s/n (your ship name) Fan club with make this ship sail.” I read the last one and laughed. I then type. “how the hell is there already a fan club for me and Felix, and sorry but we are not together he is just an adorable little demon boy that the gods have cursed me with.” I say. Felix shouts. “hay!!” He shouts but its a playful scolding. “That is for vengeance.” I say then I get to work on the book. Felix helps out a lot and sometimes we have to act out scenes so that we can describe them right. Then it gets to an action scene in the book and I focus mainly on picturing the scene playing out in my head so that I can describe them. At the end of the action scene katie’s (the main character) best friend billy dies and then I end the book on a cliffhanger. I smile and write at the bottom of the page in an authors note. “Mwahahahaha thats the end of the story folks your gonna have to wait for the next book in the series.” I write then I publish the story and mark it as a finished story. “wow I did not see that coming.” Felix says. I laugh and stretch. I look outside and see how dark it is. “You could stay here for the night if you want.” He says. “no. Its okay Felix, I’ll can find my way home in the dark.” I say. “wait you didnt bring a car.” He says. “no, I came on my motocross bike, and the lights haven’t been working lately.” I say. “well in that case your staying here tonight there is no way in hell that I’m letting you outside in the dark in this part of town.” He says. I start to protest but he shushes me and I know that I’m not gonna win this argument. “Fine.” I mumble. Then I head down the hall to the bathroom with my clothes and change. I walk back out, and I head back to Felix’s room and flop down on the beanbag. “your a jerk.” I say into the beanbag. “yes, yes I am.” He reply’s. We head into the living room and then I hear my motocross bikes alarm going off. I look out the window. “hay thats my bike!” I shout then I run out of the apartment the boys following Pan with his keys to the apartment so we dont get locked out. I throw myself over the stairwell railing and drop the rest of the way down. Then I land skillfully on my feet and Felix jumps over the railing too landing by my side. I get to the door and open it then I sprint down the side walk with the boys following after me. I see a man trying to use his magic to take down my spell so he can steal my bike. “HAY!! GET AWAY FROM MY BIKE!!!” I yell at him. He looks my way and keeps trying to get at my bike. I get to him and I punch him across the face. He jack knives to his feet and throws a punch at me. I dodge it and he throws another punch I catch it and twist his arm behind his back and slam him against the wall. “stay the hell away from my bike!” I yell. He teleports out of my hold and punches me in the back of my head. I spin around and throw a punch but he dodges this time and punches me so hard across the face that I fall the the floor. Felix and Peter both brake into a sprint and beat the dude senseless. Then I get up and stummble almost loosing my footing due to how dissy I was. Felix rushes to my side and helps me. I use my magic to take the spell off of the bike and unchain it then I wheel it back to the apartment. Felix helping me the whole way there. We head into the cellar of the apartment and put my bike in their storage compartment and we lock it up. Then we head back upstairs. I almost fall again so Felix picks me up bridal style. “Felix put me down. I’m fine.” I protest. “Shut up, Y/n. If I put you down and let you walk up these stairs your gonna fall over the railing and brake your neck.” He says. I huff and cross my arms grumpily. we get back to the apartment and Peter opens the door and lets Felix in first so he can put me down. Felix walks over to the couch and sets me down. He crouches down and looks at my head. “your fine but I suggest that you stay off your feet for a little while. I’ll go get you an ice pack for your head.” He says he says. I nod once.  And he goes to get me an ice pack. Peter walks in and places a hand on my head and uses his magic to heal me but even though that its healed it still hurts a bit. When Felix gets back he hands it to me and sits with me. Later that night I end up sleeping on the couch and even though I had told him that it wasn’t nessary Felix had committed to staying with me in case I needed him I  was snuggled up against his side his arm around me a blanket over us to keep us warm. I woke up with Felix’s arms around me protectively. Both of them wrapped around my waist. I blushed a little at the fact that he was shirtless and in just a pair of black jeans. I managed to get out of his grasp. I took the blanket and covered him with it. For once in his life he looked at peace. Not grumpy or angry or irritated or even bored just peaceful. I smile at this and go to the kitchen. I make myself some breakfast. Bacon and eggs with some sausage as well I made enough for all three of us. Then I make three mugs of coffee. As soon as I pour the first cup Felix walks in sleepily sniffing around. He sees me making pouring coffee and I walk up to him and hand him the mug. “thanks.” He says in a sleepy voice. I nod and try not to look at him because he’s still shirtless. However I did happen notice just how extremely toned his body was. I blush deeply with the thought. Then I turn and make more coffee he sits at the table. Then Peter walks in.... shirtless. “Damn it. Does no one wear clothes around here.” I complain. Both of them burst into laughter. I roll my eyes. Then I remember that I dont have anything to wear today.  “DAMN IT!! Plus I have nothing to wear. And peter before you make a comment on that I would think about weather or not I will strangle you for it.” I say. He closes his mouth instantly. “thats what I thought.” I say. “you can barrow one of my shirts and just where the same pants.” He says. I thank him and he goes to go get me a shirt. He comes back with a white button down shirt and tosses it to me. I catch it and head over to the bathroom. I take a shower and clean up then I change back into my under clothes and shorts and pull on Felix’s shirt and button it up leaving the last button undone because it was broken. I roll up the sleeves and and head out. The shirt is so long that’s it covers up my shorts making it look like the shirt is all I’m wearing, but I dont get self conscious easily. I walk out and grab my bag. “I’ll see you guys later at Wendys party!” I shout. Felix walks me out and I hug him goodbye. Then I climb onto my bike and start it. Me and Felix do our hand shake and then I drive off. ...to be continued

A/n: I apologize for how horrible this was i just edited it so that it at least makes sense. I will be making a part 2 and posting it today thank you

#Ouat felix x reader #once upon a time story #writer

[lunavadash-creates]

YES, YOUR KNIFEY IS BACK. 🍾 And I don’t plan to go anywhere so it seems you are stuck with me from now. Mwahahahaha.

First of all I would like to congratulate you! I am so so SO PROUD OF YOU, my beloved Master! You totally deserve good rest and I hope you will have fun in Prague! I always wanted to see it myself, Prague is such beautiful city! There is The Mucha Museum and I would kill to be there and see works of one of my favourite artists myself. And Astronomical Clock! Ooooh, so many things to see! I hope you post some photos on your blog!

What are you going to do after your 3 month break? Having any plans already?

Well.. Those 8 days in Italy were so intense and a lot things happened. For example, MY BEST FRIENDS GOT ENGAGED!!! I am still in shock and can’t believe in it, but I am so happy for them! They are so beautiful together! The funny thing is, me and my friend came to senses few hours after announcement and we decided to throw surprise party for them. You can imagine how hard it was, since we were going everywhere together. And our love-birds were ruining all our evil plans with consequence. Our first idea was taking them to fancy restaurant to celebrate their engagement but nooo, let’s have pizza tonight! Or maybe aperitivo would be better idea! So we struggled for two freaking days and we end up buying them a cake and a champagne. It was miracle that we did it and they didn’t notice anything. I was buying candles with my engaged friend standing one meter away. All of this was on the highest adrenaline level ever.

We had beautiful apartament in Lucignano. The last night was spectacular! We had terrace on the rooftop so we spend time laying on our chairs with blankets and stargazing. There was thunderstorm, far away, on the horizon. We haven’t heard anything, we just saw lightnings. Have you ever seen The Lord of The Rings? It felt like we have seen Mordor from Minas Tirith. Unbelievable! And there were so many shooting stars!

Florence itself was amazing as always! Thanks to pandemy the city was almost empty and it was wonderful. Last time I was in Florence there were so many people we cannot move to be honest. Now we could see everything. If you will ever be in Florence Piazzale Michelangelo is totally must see. We were there before sunset and gods, that was a view!

But no, I am not in the mood for our Italian assassin. XD I don’t know, but I feel Ezio is overrated. Yeah, I like him, but he cannot compete with Altair. And Shay. And Edward. Aaaand Connor. And Bayek. And omg, I’m really into some good AC stuff. I'm going to re-read your posts while waiting for your OC/Altair story and rest of the requests. I read your previous descriptions of Amara’s story and geez, I AM WAITING IMPATIENTLY. Your latest headcanons made me cry a bit. They were really good! Also PMS spare no one and topic is really close to my heart. Edward’s headcanons definitely hit right in my heart. Thank you so much for making such good content! And writing all my requests! I know I can be pain in the ass, haha, but you have to deal with me.

AND YES, ALTAIR IN THE BOOK. ASDFGHJKLLOVE. I KNOW, I KNOW.

Loads of love Darling! Enjoy your trip to Prague, have fun and stay safe and healthy! Pretty please with cherries on top! 🍒

🔪

KNIFEY MY BELOVED!

Honestly I'm so so happy you're back i missed you, yes please let's be stuck together 😂💜

So thank you so much for your kind words! I studied at 2 universities so I have 1 more year to finish (second bachelor) and I plan to find a job and be... An adult.

I think I can post some photos here, i was in Prague once, years ago and I love that place. This time it will be better as im meeting a dear friend of mine. I cant wait!

Omg! Your friends got engaged! Thats so freaking AWESOME! I hope they will have their happilyever after and it's so nice of you to celebrate with a cake! And stargazing? Honestly I envy you so much right now! If I ever have the opportunity to visit Florence I will check that place you reccomend 💜

Im so happy you had fun, you deserve a nice vacation and a break. And there is nothing better than trips with friends.

As for LOTR... I've seen only part 1 of the movie. I know i k kw. Shame on me!

Ezio... Well I started to play ac games a bit over a year ago so I missed all Ezio hype and drama. I enjoy him as a character but I still stand by my words - Altair is the best and my fave assassin. I will always simp protect my boi! But in all honestly I enjoy all ac characters. Every has something interesting in them.

Also now its time to blush because gods. Im so happy you like my writing, i really try to get better and to keep all of them in character. Your words, my dearest Knifey, mean world to me. A WHOLE WORLD.

I hope I can post rest of your request soon but if you feel like it you can always send more! I'll happily write everything for you, it's the least i can do for your constant support.

Also Im still playing black flag! Im at this moment when Edward went to that assassin's island and was scolded for his actions. 😭😭

I hope to finish this game soon so I can understand Edward better!

Once again Altair in the book is top tier. I simp. I stan. I crave.

Thank you Knifey got reaching you and all your wishes! You too stay safe and healthy and enjoy summer!

Do you have any plans for those months? 👀 I never asked if you study or work but im curious since i told you about myself so much! Feel free to answer but no pressure!

Love you lots darling and sending all love and positive vibes!

I'm responding from my phone and tumblr app is so... Meh when it comes to asks. So if I forgot to answer something let me know!

#Knifey #Ask #Knifey my beloved

[secret-engima]

nammuellyll

@secret-engima congrats, you woke the monster. ardyn in my hero academia. there. go wild.

Me: MWAHAHAHAHA. You say that like I regret it >:DDD

-Ardyn in this wakes up post The Great Stabbing and is ... more than a little annoyed. Hello. He wanted the afterlife experience. HELLO WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS DESTINY OF FADING TO COSMIC DUST.

-But no. Apparently he gets to have a “second chance” to “be a hero”.

-Just let one of the Astrals show themselves, he’ll show where to put that “second chance”-.

-Anyway. Ardyn is Ardyn, he looks like he did in canon but he’s sane again. Oddly enough he’s still got both his armiger magic, his super healing, and some of his scourge-like abilities (scary face included). He’s not corrupted tho. Ardyn isn’t sure what to make of that.

-Goes and hobos around for a while, getting used to this world and the fact that everyone looks like a storybook encounter with cursed items gone wrong. Picks up a Smol Traumatized Child that can disintegrate things with his fingers off the streets because Why Not, Let’s Both Be Homeless Together Kiddo, then in short order gets himself known as a Major Villain when he finds a trafficking ring and, since Ardyn is Not Exactly Moral Even If Arguably Sane, he slaughters them to the last man.

-Ardyn is known on the news via grainy footage that only catches glimpses of his scourge face and a lot of rumor, he laughs his head off when the ONE soundbite they manage to get from the scene leads to his being named Adagium. AGAIN. Okay he walked into that one.

-Uses the resources of the no-longer-operational trafficking ring to set up a nice restaurant bar with a secret (illegal) clinic in the back. He makes dishes exclusively from his original time period and so the food is known as very eccentric but good. Ardyn rapidly gets the wackiest duel rep in history. To the mainstream/police/pro heroes he’s a shadowy super-murderer named Adagium. To the underworld and the homeless, the quirkless and the children, Adagium is a name that means hope and shelter, healing and comfort and a monster that protects its own rather than giving meaningless promises, all in exchange for simple favors like clothes and information and school books for his child.

-Ardyn makes special one-finger gloves for Tenko so that he can touch touch stuff without worrying about destroying it. He also, at some point, picks up the rest of the not-LoV by pure happenstance. Toga comes into his clinic hunting a patient, he scolds her, puts her in time-out, then gives her a lolli with heavy iron supplement because clearly if the girl has a blood craving she needs more iron in her system. Don’t you heathens know anything about the meaning behind cravings. Spinner gets into a fight in Ardyn’s territory, Ardyn patches him up and gently informs him that if he’s going to pick fights, at least fight dirty enough to win them. Twice comes there often for a meal and company that won’t look at him funny for talking to himself, Mr. Compress is bound and determined to get Ardyn to be surprised by one of his magic tricks (never works, because unlike Compress Ardyn can do LITERAL MAGIC). Magne is not a regular, but still shows up once in a blue moon because Ardyn’s illegal clinic is probably better stocked than most legal ones at this point (people tend to trade his treatment for actual medicine and equipment, Ardyn never asks where they get it).

-Dabi is the last to be picked up. He is also how Ardyn’s increasing collection of strays first learn about Ardyn’s superhealing factor when he TAKES Dabi’s fresh, weeping burns onto himself and they heal over in minutes, leaving both of them unscarred (or mostly so, Ardyn’s skin will always have faint ripple marks where the burns were). It is also around this time that, coincidentally, people start gunning for Endeavor and trying to make his life miserable. Because Adagium hates him and is plotting to end him, so clearly that’s their cue, right?

-The rest of Endeavor’s kids vanish in the middle of the night. No one in the police or pro heroes can find them.

-Far away in a little, unnoticed restaurant bar, Dabi holds his siblings tight and promises they are never going to have to suffer That Man again. Ardyn rests gentle hands on Shōto’s face and whispers that everything will be okay even as his skin bubbles and boils into an ugly burn before healing over with the faintest scars.

-Moving on from Ardyn’s growing collection of strays (that will keep growing so keep an eye on that):

-Ardyn doesn’t get the whole quirk thing. Or the whole superhero society thing. If something needs doing and it suits him then he shall do it, none of this Symbol of Peace nonsense.

-Yes, he said nonsense. The Symbol of Peace is nonsense and only setting society up to fall apart when this All Might fellow either gets too powerful and is made to take a fall or when he finally picks a fight he can’t win.

-Ardyn says as much to Toshinori Yagi, the nice civilian man who wandered into Ardyn’s bar without knowing who is running it. The man sputters a bit and asks why he thinks so, Ardyn just laughs and laughs and laughs until there is something unnerving about the sound and Ardyn has to stop and catch his breath. Blue eyes flicker gold as Ardyn murmurs that he’s seen it happen before.

-Somehow, Toshinori thinks this strange, eccentric barkeep doesn’t mean as a bystander.

-Ardyn meets Aizawa while Aizawa is on the hunt for Adagium, they eyeball each other like wary cats before Ardyn decides that this angry hobo hero is His Now and invites the man over for food. Aizawa declines. Ardyn casually slings Aizawa over his shoulder and carts him in anyway before Aizawa can think to retaliate.

-Ardyn is highly amused to learn that Hobo Man is after the Adagium. Good luck with that, truly, best of fortune.

-So, for those of you paying attention, Ardyn’s count of Heroes He Has Adopted is officially up to 2, even if he pretends not to notice the first one (pretends. Because he knows exactly who Toshi is, come ON it’s not that hard, they have the same voice and smile and everything).

-Ardyn’s kids grow up with his scathing political commentary and one foot in both legal and illegal worlds. Some of them (Tenko, Dabi, Toga, Spinner) decide that they’re gonna make a League to show the world how dumb its being. A League of Villains! (”League of Vigilante’s sounds more appropriate for your chosen activities, Tenko Mine-” “VILLAINS. WE ARE VILLAINS NOW.” “Alright then, will all villains in the room please wash up for supper?”)

-Ardyn finds Hitoshi and decides he’s not quite qualified for this one.

-Aizawa wakes up from another rare session of being black-out to find Ardyn cheerfully tearing up his apartment to make it more “child suitable”. Child WHAT. Child suitable. For your child.

-MY WHAT.

-Ardyn calmly holds out the adoption papers that have Aizawa’s signature on all of them, perfectly legible because the man is a little too good at pretending he isn’t stone drunk, and then gestures to the sad-eyed, skeptical boy with purple hair in the corner. Ardyn smiles (reads: threatens with killing intent) and says that he’s sure Aizawa will take his new responsibilities seriously (read: you’d better or you’re next on my hitlist).

-Aizawa, never one to go back on his word, has a kid now I guess.

-Shōto comes home one day with a bby Izuku in tow and Ardyn is charmed beyond all words over the boy. He’s so Smol! And Smart! Lookit his little brain firing away! Upon hearing the boy is developing All The Esteem Issues because of his bullying and quirklessness, Ardyn stares off into space for a long time, acknowledges that he’s a sap, and then soothingly tells Izuku that some quirks just come in late, why, Ardyn’s came in late too! Just give it a few days. Then he pats Izuku on the head and uses the motion to disguise the teeny tiny fragment of magic he splits off from his own and gives to this boy who deserves better.

-Izuku comes back two days later, crying for joy and with sparkling green magic dripping from his fingertips. Ardyn exclaims in “surprise” over the similarity of their quirks and offers to teach him. Izuku accepts and after some sweet-talking to Inko, Ardyn gets to mold this tiny genius boi as he pleases to both be proud of himself and his “quirk” AND to fight quirkless as much as possible because “tactics, my boy, take them by surprise!”

-Also then he figures out that he didn’t just lend Izuku magic because this world is funky like that, he genuinely gave it away which counts as LC adoption rituals so OOPS GUESS WHO HAS A BLOOD SON NOW.

-Oh well.

-Toshi and Izuku get along like a house on fire whenever Toshi comes over for a hot meal and Ardyn is pretty content with his brood and his handiwork against Endeavor (who by this point has been exposed as an abuser and put in jail for a long time HAH). Toshi ... pointedly doesn’t ask why several of his kids look like Endeavor. Nope. Not asking. They get their red hair from Ardyn, clearly.

-Of course, all of this casual wrecking of canon attracts the attention of AfO, who is not happy about the competition. He shows up at one point, all suave and intimidating because he is immortal and older than anyone alive and smarter too and-

-Ardyn laughs in his face.

-Baby.

-Bby playing at immortal.

-You think two centuries or so makes you hot stuff? You think stolen quirks makes you special? You think you can come into Ardyn’s territory and threaten his kids and get away with it because you’re ... a little older than the average human being? Ardyn leans close and smiles as AfO tries and fails to steal a quirk that doesn’t exist to be stolen, his Scourge face leaking into existence as he purrs that AfO should’ve minded his own business a little more than he minded others.

-AfO came prepared for a quirk. He did not come prepared for the combined might of 2k year old LC magic and abilities of a Scourge the world has never, and will never, see.

-It’s not even a fight.

-Adagium makes the news again when a body is found hanging from a high tower, torn apart as if by dozens upon dozens of blades, the corpse pinned in place by a spear that dissolves into red sparks upon the police touching it, leaving behind only a note that gets leaked to the media and goes viral.

-Dear World, refrain from touching my stuff, and you won’t end up like this man. Sincerely, Adagium.

-Not the most menacing letter until you considering the delivery method.

-Toshinori has to sit there and have a Moment upon the news that the man who murdered Nana is already dead by someone else’s hand and they have no idea when the fight went down. Because surely there was a fight, right? AfO had been centuries old and with dozens upon dozens of quirks. Who could possibly have brought him down when Nana, the then-wielder of OfA could not???

-Ardyn gently pats Toshi’s shoulder through the breakdown. There there. I’m sure you’ll figure out the culprit eventually, you’re a smart man Toshi. There there.

-Also Kurogiri shows up not long after that entire debacle looking for a new job because his old one got murdered and Adagium seems like an efficient dude. Ardyn is always happy for more hands on deck in wrangling the kids, and this one has warping powers. Welcome aboard Kurogiri.

#Secret Engima Rambles #Melodies and Manuscripts #ffxv #bnha #xover #I'll call this au #Gentleman Ardyn verse #no idea why

[marshmallowprotection]

Would you say Lila is a Himedere????👀👀👀👀👀 I remember you saying Lila loved the idea of being a princess (or something like that) and adored the style of bedroom that Ray decorated? I havent read all the bad ending fics yet, but I adore the idea of an Evil Queenly Lila wanting to be treated like royalty (though not at the cost of Ray being a servant, if anything he'll be the King and deserving just as much worship). What are your thoughts on this? Is there a oneshot/series most like this outcome? (Rika as their servant. Mwahahahaha.)

I would say that she has the ability to be a Himedere. Lila herself, if we’re like, talking about her in Another Story, is someone that spent her childhood dealing with her problems by reading fairytales and painting scenery that made her feel more at peace with herself. She likes to close her eyes and imagine that she’s a world away from her trauma and pain where she’s thriving instead. Yeah, she’s aware that it’s a bit embarrassing to be twenty-one and still has dreams of living in her Disney-esqe style fairytale. 

But, when has Lila ever cared about shame when it comes to her style and how that empowers her? If it makes her happy, she’s not going to let anyone make her feel bad about it. After all, she thrives in Lolita and spends a lot of her free time styling Coordinates and different Lolita styles. The girl lives and breathes in a petticoat whenever she gets the chance! 

Ray knows that is something that she’s into, he’s the one that picked her to test his game. He’s seen her modeling social media and he’s seen her artwork. She makes no point to hide it from anyone but she’s just the type of person that he’s thriving on his own fantasies about. He also loves the idea of a princess that he can fawn over, and I think everyone knows that. He wants to be the knight that covets the pretty princess in a tall tower of his own design. In many ways, she’s his Rapunzel. 

He sees himself more as keeping her safe than keeping her locked up. It’s just their dynamic. He thrives on the fact that she’s comfortable in herself when she is dressed up like that and he can’t help himself when she takes his breath away just like that. She’s his princess, after all, and he’s been fantasizing about that for quite a while now. Now, there’s one bad ending that I’ve written where Lila makes the mistake of not putting enough work into the game, leading to her Bad Ending 1 experience which entirely different than Ray’s BE1.

Lila doesn’t have it in her heart to push Ray down and make him subservient to herself. Instead, Ray’s clouded by his envy and jealousy, and fear. He catches his her by the wrist and fears that she’s been tricked by Saeyoung and her inability to use the chatroom is because she’s turned away Ray when she’s not done that at all. He isolates her and takes her phone away, and manipulates her until she’s scared of everything and only trusts him. She’s a glorified porcelain doll for him that he cares for, and he won’t even let her walk around. She has to sit there, stay safe, look pretty, and never leave him. 

That’s not exactly what you were looking for, however, so I’ll answer the other part of the question. You’re asking if Lila will have the ability to become spoiled and entitled just as Himedere does. Well, this is something that happens in the Assistant AU. You’ve heard me talk about Wisteria, and well, that’s what Wisteria is to her core. She’s a Lila that’s been burned with elixir and manipulated by Rika to give in to her anger and insecurities. 

This leads to the possible Bad Ending of the Assistant AU.

Wisteria is a Himedere. 

She’s angry, she’s spoiled, and she will do anything to get her way. What does she want? She wants to protect Saeran. How can she protect him? She can be stronger. She can tell the world what to do. She can stop being shy and scared, she can bite back and order people around. She really needs to become the princess that she’s been holding at bay, Rika whispers. This will very surely go and backfire on Rika, however, because Wisteria’s devotion is to Unknown. 

Rika understands that when she broke Lila, she twisted her up to use her as an asset to Unknown. She needed her to be committed to Unknown’s anger and in a way, the one that would hammer home that he needs to keep destroying the RFA to get his peace and dreams to come true. Wisteria would give anything and do anything for Unknown... that was the plan. 

Where this backfires on Rika in the Bad Ending? She miscalculated just how devoted Wisteria was to securing Unknown had everything he wanted. She’d realized that Rika was lying to Unknown and that she wasn’t going to give him what he wanted, and that was the destruction of those liars. So, what is a real princess supposed to do when something is undermining her power? Oh, get rid of the thing that’s challenging her power. 

Wisteria is happy to take punishments for Unknown and fall for him, but she will not allow him to be hurt when Rika promised him happiness that is eternal and everlasting. When Saeyoung, Minji, and Judas come to Mint Eye to save our boy Saeran, she and Unknown are prepared this time, and they force Saeyoung’s hands. He has to give in and give Saeran what he wants, and that’s information on hacking and the RFA. Minji and Judas are forced to leave and Saeyoung makes Judas promise to leave the country with the safety clearance he made for them, so the Mafia can’t find Judas and the agency can’t find Judas, so he and Minji can be safe. 

Saeyoung has to give Saeran what he wants. Saeran uses this knowledge to take the RFA down with Lila. She singlehandedly manipulates everyone in the RFA to their side alongside Saeran, but Saeran doesn’t know that she’s got her own plan apart from the one that Rika gave them. She’s slowly gaining the trust of everyone so they know she’s not a liar, and when the RFA falls and Rika has what she wants as far as she knows... 

Well, Wisteria makes her move. She forces V’s hand and makes him bow his head to Saeran instead of Rika. V has no choice but to listen to Wisteria cause she offers him a blunt deal, Rika gets taken away from power, Saeran no longer has to suffer, and everyone stays happy in paradise. Rika loses her mind when V ignores her and bows to Saeran. She gets angry and shows everyone that she is lacking in heart to a dangerous degree. 

The RFA sees how unstable she is and they have her taken down from power because she can’t handle it right now. “She needs their help and support to get better,” Wisteria says. “But, they need someone in charge that knows how to take care of everyone.”

“Who’s better than Saeran? He’s been here the longest. He’s devoted to this cause and making sure that everyone is taken care of. He was the one that wanted to save all of you from the lies that you had been told. I think it’s only fair that he take care of things while we make sure that Rika gets better,” Wisteria says. 

Guess who ends on the throne? 

Guess who is in charge? 

Guess who is sitting on the throne laughing wildly to herself because she’s gone and destroyed everything that Rika wanted just to get what Wisteria wanted all along. She and Saeran take the lead of Mint Eye and convert it as need be, but make no mistake, it’s still no heaven. I won’t spoil all of it but it’s a wild ride to read! 

Saeran thinks that this happened because of his own choices and his own power, but you know who really gave him that crown he wears? The spoiled princess that gets whatever she wants, Wisteria. 

#cmc #lila lancelot oc #ray x lila #saeran x lila #long post #mysme cmc #ask #mod kait #longpost #mystic messenger cmc #bad ending #assistant lila AU #my fics #seulgi008

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Daniel Michaelson: The Party

Anonymous said:                                                                            Junior executive of the company purposefully setting off Danny to see what happens! Mwahahahaha

This was requested and I put it together! I can’t remember who asked me for this any longer, though. Who was it? IDENTIFY YOURSELF so I can tag you!

CW: Implied/referenced past noncon and violence, forced drinking, Trevor Corey is a dick to a trauma victim, PTSD/trauma flashback, emotional abuse (at the end)

Tagging my people: @special-spicy-chicken, @bleeding-demon-teeth, @spiffythespook

Timeline: Just before The Lucky Ones

“Do you remember me?”

Danny blinks, startled by the loudness of the voice so close by him. His grip tightens on the glass in his hand - rum, St. Germain, lemon juice, and sugar. Little edible sugar violet that had floated on top at first, but Danny ate that. Ryan hadn’t said a word about him drinking flower drinks again, only ordered himself his usual rum and coke and slipped back to the party with a wink.

Danny shouldn’t be here. He doesn’t belong here anymore, with these people - he never did. But Mom and Dad wanted him here, wanted to make a show of family unity.

Like there’d ever been any.

Still, they’d had dinner catered and paid for a bartender and Danny had put on the suit that used to be tailored and now was loose everywhere but his shoulders, even though he’d put some weight back on since he came home. Nate wasn’t here, though - the whole thing about him being at this party was that if Danny agreed to show up and wear his suit and be the dutiful returned long-lost son, they’d give him more money for Nate to go to speech therapy, too, to try and shake the stammer or at least control it.

It was the only way Nate would agree to think about trying to teach again, and Danny would do anything to help Nate start back on building a foundation.

So here he is, at a company party in his parents’ house, trying not to feel his skin crawl with the memory of the way Corrine had kept a hand on his back while reintroducing him to people who hadn’t seen him since a year before he went missing.

Danny had come in and carefully ignored the framed photos in the entryway, family photos, photos of Danny and Ryan as children, the blown-up photos from the People article about his adoption. Michaelson Logging CEO Finds New Purpose With Growing Brood: ‘Family is Really the Most Important Thing in the World’.

Danny had never met the aunt whose startlingly public meltdown and disappearance had been the reason he was adopted. Neither had Ryan - Kells Michaelson, Patrick’s younger sister, might as well have vanished off the face of the earth, although she still sent Christmas cards with no return address.

Wait.

Did he just remember that?

Danny felt a hint of a proud smile on his face, before the hard-edged voice interrupted him again. 

“Hey, are you even listening to me? I’m talking to you. You really are a fucking space cadet now, huh?” The voice is a little annoyed, ragged at the edges, and Danny turns to look at who spoke to him and freezes.

Pale blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin, a flash of white teeth in a smile above a perfectly tailored suit.

(don’t tell me you’ve forgotten me, puppy)

No

(you haven’t been very good for me, have you?)

No no no

(even if I did let you go, I could be anywhere, at any time, you’d never be free)

No, please no

(don’t you ever fucking forget that you’re mine)

In the time it takes for his eyes to widen and his heart to start hammering inside his chest, he realizes it’s not Abraham at all. Abraham Denner is in prison, he thinks, reminds himself, chants inside his head like an incantation. It’s not him, not at all. Younger, his own age, with darker honeyed blonde hair and the eyes are a much deeper, darker blue. Nothing moves beneath the waters.

His skin’s pale, but it’s no paler than Danny’s, less freckled, still perfectly human. The man’s face isn’t eerily pretty like Abraham’s, but has a stronger jaw, a narrower mouth. At first he can’t remember who it is, but then his eyes light on the white teeth and Danny’s brain kicks up dust and supplies the white teeth are veneers, they cost Johnson Corey a pretty penny and were a birthday present for Trevor’s seventeenth birthday.

Trevor. That’s who it is, Trevor Corey.

Trevor Corey has hated Daniel Michaelson his whole fucking life, for reasons Danny never understood, and he’s staring right at him, now.

“T-Trevor,” Danny manages, his voice a little hesitant, shaking a little harder than he intends. Trevor’s smile widens at the recognition, and he holds up his own glass - just two fingers of whiskey, neat - and Danny’s hand moves without him, clinking the glasses together.

Cheers, now what the fuck do you want?

(don’t be rude, puppy)

I’m sorry, I’ll be good

“You do remember me. They said your memory’s fucked all to hell from the blows to the head.” Trevor looks away from him, down the hall and through the doorway at the crowd in the great big dining room. Most of the executives are in the far corner talking animatedly about something that just happened in Japan, while the executive kids (Trevor and Danny being the oldest, the other two dozen or so filtering down year by year to the youngest, little Nathalie - how do I remember all of this but I forgot that I owned a laptop before Abraham found me?) are scattered around the room chatting.

Ryan’s nowhere to be seen - studiously avoiding a group of people that he keeps reminding Danny are his ex’s family and Danny doesn’t remember a single one of them - and Danny feels a curl of nervous fear up his spine.

Alone alone alone.

Ryan’s just going to go outside for a second and be right back, Danny reminds himself. He’ll be right back for you, don’t move from this spot. You used to know this house but you don’t know anything now, you’ll get lost in the hallways by yourself.

Don’t move from this spot.

Stay, puppy.

(that’s my good boy, you’re so good at ‘stay’ now, aren’t you? oh, but see the pretty bruises on your knees)

“I have some, um, my, uh… Dr. Rosa thinks it’s trauma-based memory repression, not, um… not from the concussions,” Danny mutters, more into his drink than to Trevor. “They come back sometimes. Better now.”

He had a dim sense that he’d known his own birthdate for a few hours this morning, the way you just knew things like that. It was gone now - but he thought it would probably come back. Maybe.

If it didn’t, Ryan and Nate would just keep reminding him.

He’d be… whatever the next age was soon enough. Maybe he’d remember that one.

“Glad to hear it,” Trevor replies. He’s close to Danny, too close, and Danny tries to take a quick step back only for his back to bump into the wall, next to one of the large houseplants Corrine kept pretty much everywhere, the ferns and green leaves that grew glossy and dark and silky for her.

Danny had always managed to kill any houseplant he tried to keep alive, even the aloe - oh my god, I remembered the aloe plant.

“So what are you up to these days?” Trevor’s voice, impossibly, is even closer, and Danny swallows hard as the shorter man leans in. His shoulders are hunching, he can’t seem to stop them, and before long they’re nearly the same height. Danny clutches his drink like a life raft.

“I’m, um. I’m at home a lot,” Danny manages. He should tell Trevor to fuck off but he can’t, he’s not that Danny any longer. “I go to, um, to therapy and practice… going out. Sometimes. Trevor, can you, um, can you back up a little bit?”

His voice cracks a little on the question and he sees a light in Trevor’s eyes that he knows all too well. A burst of interest and fascination, and it’s not tempered by concern, not at all.

The scars on Danny’s face suddenly burn as if they’re brand new, like Abraham is shoving the muzzle onto his face right now, while he stands in the corner in a hallway in his own childhood home and Trevor Corey is way too close.

“Do you not like people to stand too close to you, Michaelson?” Trevor’s eyebrows raise, and he leans in even further, taking a sip from his own glass. Danny’s eyes dance to the side and then back, but he’s blocked off by Corrine’s plant, the people in the dining room probably can’t even see him, just Trevor, closer and closer.

Too close.

Too close too close too close

(do you get to choose, puppy? do you get to choose who touches you, ever again?)

“No,” Danny whispers, and the word feels foreign and forbidden on his tongue, coming out of his mouth. He’s not allowed to say no, ever again - but he is allowed to say no, they talked about this in therapy and Nate and Ryan tell him all the time. “No, I, um, I don’t like people to get very close to me now-”

“Why is that?” Trevor raises an eyebrow, and there’s a smirk playing across his face. Danny wants to punch him, to beat the shit out of that stupid smug fucking face he’s had to put up with his entire life - but Red is too scared and Red is sometimes louder than Danny.

“He, uh, he got… he got in my face a lot. I just. Trevor, back off, okay?” He starts out strong, he thinks, but then his voice wavers and breaks again, and he tries to curl his spine, make himself smaller. He could just walk away. He could - just stand up and walk the fuck away. He grew up in this house, even if he can’t remember it any longer, even if the layout is hiding down inside his head with all the things the past four years buried.

He can walk away from this.

But Danny’s legs won’t move, and when Trevor sets his drink down on a nearby little table covered in framed photos of Corrine, Patrick, and Ryan, Danny doesn’t do anything but watch, hear the soft thunk of the glass on the wood, and stare as Trevor turns back to him.

“I heard you flipped your shit at Starbucks a couple weeks ago,” Trevor says conversationally, and leans his hand on the wall, boxing Danny in totally between the plant and Trevor. The condensation coming off of Danny’s drink makes his fingers cold and slippery and he grips the glass as tightly as he can. “Friend of mine was there and told me all about it. Said some girls took pictures of your face.”

Danny’s breath catches and he stares at something over Trevor’s shoulder, feeling the cold slowly wash down from the top of his head, trickling through him, slipping under his skin and into his veins, all the way down to is feet.

“They said you ran to the bathroom with your brother and that friend of yours right on your heels. I have to admit - I’m so interested in what happened in that bathroom, especially since apparently the barista blocked the whole fucking hallway off to keep everyone out. Then, you come out a few minutes later - led out to the car by your friend like a little kid who threw a tantrum - and your brother tips the store a hundred dollar bill. What’d you do, Danny-man?”

I don’t remember. I don’t remember anything after I realized they were looking at me, looking at my scars.

“I hate that fucking nickname.” He manages to get the words out, but they’re small, barely a whisper. The room is getting colder around him. There’s a wisp of fingers through his hair, a murmured (who’s being such a good boy today?) and Danny makes himself take a breath.

Inhale.

My name is Daniel Michaelson.

“You know what, I want to know-”

Hold for five.

“-was it taking the pictures that got you all flustered, or that they were of your fucked-up face?”

His breath stops, caught in his throat, and he can’t remember how the rest of it goes. All he can remember is and I’m the puppy and I want to be good.

Danny’s eyes drift, focus on the wall opposite him, where he can see a photo of himself, a sophomore in college at Ryan’s high school graduation. His hair was cut shorter then, and he’d tried to calm the waves and you could almost see how stiff his hair was with product.

“I don’t, um, I don’t like people looking at my face,” He mumbled, looking at himself, younger, half-smiling at the camera in a deep black T-shirt and jeans, an arm around Ryan who is smiling next to him in his cap and gown, holding his diploma up in the air like a trophy.

I went to a concert later that night. I got so stoned I could barely think, hooked up with somebody. I didn’t know, I didn’t know that I only had a couple of years left. No one told me.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t, either, if I looked like that.”

Danny felt Trevor’s hands close over his around the glass in his hand. “What are you, um-… Trev, you hate me,” Danny whispers, his throat is going to close and he can feel it, can feel the bite of the leather around his neck, the way the little tag bumps against his collarbone sometimes, glinting RED in the sunlight in the clearing…

“Yeah,” Trevor says softly. “And I’ve always wanted to see snobby stuck-up fucking Daniel fucking Michaelson brought down a peg or two without his little brother to nose his way into shit that’s none of his business.”

“Trevor, you have to move, I really need you to, um, to give me space, to stop touching me-”

“No.” Trevor leans in just a little further, his mouth nearly against Danny’s ear. No one can see him behind his mother’s stupid fucking houseplants. No one’s in this hallway. He can hear them talking, just down the hall, but he can’t get enough voice to ask for help.

Ryan, Mrs. Verona… Dad… Mom, even, just somebody, please

(do you get to decide what happens to this body now?)

No, Abraham, no, you decide, you decide what happens now, it’s yours

(who does this body belong to?)

Yours, Abraham, it’s your body, you can make it do whatever you want

Danny’s fingers try to let go of the glass, but Trevor’s are closed too tightly over them and when the rim is tilted up to his lips, Danny opens his mouth and lets Trevor pour the sweet cocktail straight down his throat.

He manages to swallow nearly all of it but some runs down the corner of his mouth, down to his throat, cold liquid warming to his skin.

“Jesus fucking Christ, look at you,” Trevor breathes against his cheek, into his ear. Danny’s heart races, too fast, it can’t beat this fast or Abraham will know, he’ll get mad, he’ll get so mad and then he’ll be in trouble, he’ll be punished. “You’re such a fucking mess now, Michaelson. You used to tell me to fuck off every time you saw me and now you just stand here like a pretty little doll. Did he fuck you up in those woods, Danny-man? That’s what our guy in the courtroom said. The Coreys had someone there every day to see what your dad didn’t want us to know about, but we found out, didn’t we?”

“Yes,” Danny says softly, because that’s a rule. Always answer Abraham’s questions. Abraham always knows when you’re lying.  

“Guess we know why Patrick Michaelson stopped talking about his sons inheriting the company and he only talks about the one now, even though Danny came back from the dead, huh?”

My name is Red.

(I’ll call you anything I want, puppy)

Trevor laughs, tipping the very last drops of Danny’s drink into his mouth. He takes them, he’s good, and Abraham likes to make him drink this way. Danny finds some dim part of him wondering what he’s put in the drink this time, and hopes it’s the stuff that makes him feel good first.

There’s a chuckle - it’s not quite right, it doesn’t shake through him the same way. “We found out that that Denner fucker went up there on the stand and he told everybody how good you are now…”

(don’t you want to be good for me, Red?)

Blue eyes turn to colorless ice in his mind. He sees the monster underneath.

He looks up into Abraham’s eyes. “I am good,” Danny replies, automatically, hearing the edge of a whine in his voice. “I want to be good.”

When Abraham picks the glass of brown liquor up from a small table behind him where it was sitting next to a houseplant, puts Danny’s empty glass down next to it, his eyes follow the movements but he doesn’t move.

It’s not his body, any longer, and Abraham will tell him what to do.

“Drink,” Abraham says, and Danny leans his head forward, moves his mouth to rest at the rim of the glass, and it’s bourbon - it’s bourbon Abraham wants him to drink now. Warmth in his shoulders, burning in his throat. He’ll get to feel good, first, this time.

It’s not so bad, then.

“Oh, you’re fucking gone, now,” Abraham says with delight. There’s still something wrong, something off, but Danny can’t figure out what and his brain moves like mush. He’s struggling under the weight of obedience - he shouldn’t think. He can’t think. If he thinks, he’ll break a rule. Instead, he drinks the rest of the bourbon sip by sip, and feels the world go warm around its edges, while Abraham watches the flush rise in his face, covering over the scars until they nearly look pale in comparison. “Hey, what’ll you do, like this? Shit, I gotta tell someone, I’ve waited my whole fucking life to see your bullshit torn down like this…”

Abraham pulls out his phone - it’s not the one Danny remembers, the black case with the bumpy ridges. This one is camouflage-patterned and something in him knows that’s not right, that’s not what Abraham’s phone looks like. He takes a picture of Danny’s wide blue eyes, dazed and fogged over and frightened, with the glass still pressed against his bottom lip, with the last little bits of brown liquor on his tongue.

“Now that photo I’ll keep close to home,” Abraham says. “That’s for my collection. I wonder if I could find some of the ones they talked about in court, they said that shit put them on the internet… Whatever. Let’s see what else I can get you to do.” He sets the glass back down on the table, empty now, and Danny feels the two drinks, back to back, settling into his veins, fogging the world around him.

“Anything,” Danny says. He knows how this one goes, what feeding him drinks means. He puts his wrists together and holds them up in front of himself at chest level. Sometimes if he guesses what Abraham wants to do, if he’s right, he gets hurt less for being good that way, too. “I, I can do anything you want, Abraham. I want to be good for you.”

“Oh, shit.” Abraham goes still, staring at him. “Is that what this is? You think I’m him now? Oh man. This is even better than I-”

“Trevor Corey, what are you doing with my son?”

Her voice. Danny hears the sudden snap of disappointed irritation and feels his brain click back into place, dropping his hands back down to his sides. Trevor steps back and away from him - not Abraham, it was Trevor the whole time, it was never Abraham - and Danny swallows hard as he sees his mother standing in the hallway, arms crossed, in her black cocktail dress and pearls.

For just a second, he thinks his mother’s eyes are glowing.

And purple.

“Mrs. Michaelson.” Trevor smooths down his suit along the front, clears his throat, standing nervously. “I was just talking to Danny-”

“You were bothering him. Go rejoin your father in the dining room.” When Trevor hesitates, some part of him bristling at being spoken to like a child when he is a grown man, Corrine’s eyes narrow. Not glowing at all. “I said go, Trevor.”

“Mrs. Michaelson, I was only-”

“I know what you were doing to him. I saw you take a photo of his face, and I saw what you did with your drink. You will not push my son any further tonight or you will find yourself regretting every moment from your birth until this second. I’ve changed your diapers, you know. Don’t think you intimidate me for one single solitary moment. Go find Johnson and hope to God I decide not to tell him what I just caught you at.”

When she points down the hall, Trevor shoots a glare full of hate at Danny, but he goes.

Only when he’s gone does Corrine turn her eyes back to her son, who stares back at her wide-eyed, uncertain, feeling suddenly weighed-down and exhausted. “Are you all right, Danny?”

Danny swallows, hard - he can still feel the liquor, the buzz in the back of his mind, making it all feel a little bit smooth and strange. Slowly, he nods, stepping away from the wall, crossing his arms in front of himself and hunching over just a little. “I’m okay,” He says, softly, voice a little shaky. “I’m okay, Mom.”

“Did he hurt you?” Corrine looks him over brusquely, brushes at his shoulder, ignoring the way he shudders a little at the sudden touch. “Do you need to lie down?”

“N-No. I’m, um, I’m fine. Can I… do you know where Ryan is?”

She stops mid-motion, picking a bit of lint off his sleeve. Her eyes go to his - the odd honey-colored amber eyes that she and Ryan had in common. Why had he thought they were purple? Was that part of his flashback somehow? “He went up to his room, dear. I think he got a call from, well, you know who.”

“Oh. His ex called?”

“Yes, well, I assume, since he didn’t want me to overhear it.” Corrine steps back to look at him again, and something in the hard lines of her face gentles, just a bit. “Oh, Danny. What are we going to do about all of this, hm?”

Danny’s eyes drop to the floor. He feels fourteen, not… however old he is now. Twenty-something, at least. “I don’t know, Mom. I’m… I’m so sorry. I’ve been better. I don’t know what happened. I’ll try harder.”

“Hush. That wasn’t your fault. That wasn’t anyone’s fault.” Corrine’s hand pats the side of his face, and Danny is so good, he doesn’t even flinch. “Go upstairs and find your brother. I’ll let Dad know you’ll be heading home in the next few minutes once Ryan is done with his phone call, how does that sound? We’ll keep this between us. No one tells anyone, understood?”

“Sure, I, I won’t tell anybody-”

“Don’t tell your brother.” Corrine’s voice drops into seriousness and Danny blinks at her confused. “I know you two tell each other everything - you’ve always been inseparable - but he’ll only kick up a mess if he finds out Trevor acted that way. And we don’t need that sort of hostility at the company, do we? Over a little misunderstanding?”

“A… a what?”

“Trevor just didn’t understand what he was doing, did he?”

“M-Mom, he fed me my drink, he-”

“He’s always had a thing for you. Clearly he drank too much tonight and made a mistake, that’s all. Go find your brother and don’t tell him anything.” When Danny hesitates, Corrine sighs. “Right. I forgot. Go upstairs, Ryan’s room is the third one on the right. Yours is the fourth. I need to get back to the party. Will you be all right, Danny?”

“Um. Yeah, Mom. I’ll be, I’ll be fine.”

“Good.” She pats him on the back, and he digs his fingernails into his palms to keep himself from pulling away. “Thank you, darling. You’re so different now that you’ve come back to us… It’s odd, isn’t it?”

“Is it?” Danny asks, because he doesn’t really remember who he used to be, before.

“You went through all of that horror… and you came back sweeter. People will always surprise you.” Corrine shrugs and waves him away, turning herself to head back for the dining room.

Danny stands staring after her for a long time before he looks around himself, down the hall, and tries to remember where the stairs are.

Like hell he won’t tell Ryan.

He’ll go upstairs and tell Ryan everything.

Assuming he still remembers any of it by the time he figures out how to get upstairs.

#Daniel Michaelson's story #daniel michaelson is a tall smol bean #Corrine Michaelson is a bad mom #and also more than that #request fulfilled! #whump #recovering whumpee #broken whumpee #recovery whump #tw: trauma flashback #tw: implied/referenced past noncon #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #bystander whumper #whumpee can't catch a break

[stardustacefics]

Only You Pt. 3

Pairing: Saifah/Zon

Summary: Saifah and Zon, feat. ✨anxiety✨

W/c: 1k

It was about 11:30pm when Saifah heard a soft knock on his door. He groaned, closed his laptop, and rolled out of bed. He was rubbing his eyes as he answered the door.

“…Zon?” he asked groggily.

Zon was standing there, still in his school uniform, and giving him a cheesy grin. “Hiiiii.”

Giving him a questioning look, Saifah asked, “What are you doing?”

“H- here?” Zon asked apprehensively.

“No. That… that face,” he replied, poking Zon in the cheek. “What is that about?”

Pushing his hand away, Zon snorted. “Ha ha. Funny. I… uh… could you help me with a thing? I brought food!” he added, proudly holding up a bag of takeout.

A sly smile grew on Saifah’s face. “Well… only because of the takeout.”

The two of them settled at the foot of Saifah’s bed, and Zon opened up his laptop. “So, I have a presentation tomorrow.”

“Fun,” Saifah said, already munching on some chips.

“No. Not fun,” Zon countered. “I hate public speaking.”

Saifah nodded. “Then,” he swallowed, “have you tried writing out what you are going to say?”

“That’s just it,” Zon said, flopping down on his back. “I don’t know what to say. I just keep thinking about how I’m going to go up in front of the class and… freeze.”

Saifah laid down next to him, resting a hand on his stomach. “The best piece of advice I’ve ever gotten about public speaking is that no one else cares, except you.” He turned to lay on his side, propping his head up on his hand. “They are all too busy worrying about what they are going to say. Really, you are just presenting to the teacher. Everyone else is zoned out. You are your own worst critic.”

“But what if I say something stupid?” he asked, a worried look clouding his gaze.

“Then you say something stupid,” Saifah said plainly. “And then you keep going. Make it sound like you know what you’re doing. That’s the main part. Keep on talking, no matter what happens. And plus, the more you practice, the more likely you are to succeed.”

“How… do I sound like I know what I’m doing?” Zon asked insecurely.

Saifah looked upwards, thinking about this for a moment. Suddenly, he replied, “How would your characters do it? In your fanfiction?”

Zon furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Huh?”

“Your main character. Would he back down and accept failure? Or would he charge to the front of that classroom and kick everyone’s ass?” he ended loudly, pumping his fist in the air triumphantly.

Snorting loudly, Zon said, “I’m not the main character in a fanfiction.” (LMAAAAO mwahahahaha)

“You don’t have to be,” Saifah laughed. “You don’t even have to be confident. You just have to pretend to be.”

Zon nodded and looked over at him. “Do you really think I can do this?”

“If you write literally any notes down on that document, yeah. You’ll do just fine,” he answered with a wide grin.

~

“I’m really nervous!” Zon exclaimed, pulling at the hem of his shirt anxiously.

The two of them had just left Saifah’s room after having stayed up all night practicing for this presentation. As they walked down the hall and slowly approached Zon’s classroom, the more nervous he became.

Saifah pulled him to the side and place a hand on each of Zon’s shoulder. “Hey,” he said comfortingly. “You’ve got this.”

Zon nodded, eyes wide with fear.

“I’ll be right here to pick you up after class, okay?”

Zon nodded again.

“Okay,” Saifah whispered. He pressed a quick kiss to Zon’s forehead and nodded towards the classroom door.

Taking a shaky breath, Zon slowly walked in, leaving Saifah behind in the hall.

I can do this, Zon repeated to himself. I can do this.

The first student went up to present, and Zon spent the entire presentation reviewing his notes. He and Saifah had written out the entire speech that he was going to give word-for-word, and they had gone over it so many times that he basically had it memorized. Still…

The next student did their presentation, and Zon’s hands began to shake. Every person that goes… that means one less person ahead of me…

Another student walked to the front… I can’t do this…

The professor called his name, telling him that it was his turn. No. No.

He slowly stood up and walked on wobbly legs up to the front of the classroom. He placed his notes on the podium and looked out at the rows of student. So many… too many… he was going to fail. He was going to-

He glanced over to the door and saw Saifah slide in quietly. He took a seat in one of the desks closest to the door. Realizing that Zon had seen him, he gave him a cheesy grin and nodded.

The hints of a smile tickled the corners of Zon’s mouth. He looked down at his notes and swallowed nervously. Slowly, he looked up at Saifah, and began.

~

“I have never sweat so much in my entire life,” Zon exclaimed as they walked out of the classroom. “Could you tell? I’m sure everyone could tell. I could feel it dripping down my face.”

“Zon,” Saifah laughed. “The podium is too far away for anyone to notice that. No one could tell you were sweating. I promise.”

“Was I okay?” he asked nervously.

“How do you feel about it?” Saifah countered, looking over and raising an eyebrow.

“I mean… I stumbled on a few parts, but… I said everything I needed to, so I think it was okay.”

Saifah nodded and smiled back at him. “Good. When do you find out what grade you got?”

“Don’t know… a week or two maybe? Honestly, I don’t care. I’m done!”

Reaching over, Saifah gave him a side-hug as they walked. “You want to get some dessert somewhere? For purely celebrational purposes. Not just because I like cake,” he smirked.

Zon giggled and said, “We both know that it’s because you like cake, but yes. Absolutely.”

The two kept walking together, arms around each other’s waists, and celebrated Zon’s success, on their way to eat all of the cake that the bakery had to offer.

#fanfic #why r u the series #saifahzon #saifah #zon #cute #fluff #emotional hurt/comfort

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Winx Club Season 2 Thoughts (4kids) Part 1

I already posted some thoughts on season 2 last year when I legit just clicked through he episodes rather than actually rewatching them so I am back to give a more in-depth look on this season! (And, hopefully, it won’t end with disappointment for me.)

2x01:

- Eww, why voiceover? It just seems so unnatural since we’ve never had it before. Not to mention that Bloom told us what each of the other girls has done during the summer but she didn’t tell us anything about herself. Like, she set out to find out more about her origins back in the first half of season 1, and I know that she did learn about being the princess of Domino but she still has no fucking idea who her parents are as individuals apart from them being the rulers of Domino. Considering how big of a plot that is later on, it just doesn’t sit right with me that she doesn’t seem remotely interested in it currently and didn’t mention anything about it. It’s like that plotline is closed for her which we all know is not true. So I am having some issues here, not gonna lie (not with Bloom but with her inconsistent writing).

- Aww, am I the only one who thinks that Stella buried herself in fashion rules all summer because she didn’t want to think about her parents’ divorce? Poor baby has been going so hard with no rest to keep herself from grieving over it. But at least she did something! (Proving she’s not lazy and spoiled; she practically had a job. Her dream job. You go get it, girl! (but also take care of your mental state, please.))

- Why is Bloom so eager to learn her fortune? Has she not read Greek Mythology? Bad idea, hon. Bad idea. (The thing with the magical reality mirrors was cool, though!)

- (Is that a new secret library or is it the regular library? I’m confused. Does anybody have a handy layout of Alfea for me?)

- She just fucking told her everything! I’m not a fan of knowing your future tbh. It really messes with your head and you start thinking “Will my actions have a negative impact on it? Will I somehow change my own destiny for the worse?” and then you go and do exactly that. Not to mention that it would be so weird to stare at Layla and just feel the pressure of being told that you’ll be best friends. Like, what if it doesn’t work? And what if it is just the fact that you were told so that pushes you to seek the friendship of that person? I don’t know. It’s just not my thing.

- Layla is awesome, though! Climbing those rocks with no equipment, not to mention with so little power left. She probably couldn’t even transform and fly if she fell. That was dangerous but did she care? Nope. She was there to save the pixies! Brave little soldier. Too good, too pure for this world.

- Ugh, Darkar managed to annoy me with his very first sentence ever. Nice job. You are a loser, loser. So deal with it! God, how will I take all that narcissism for 25 more episodes? Oh god, oh no, please, no! Whyyyyyyyy?

- Ugh, Bloom, that diadem is doing the opposite of wonders for your hair, please! At least Stella had the common sense to remove it.

- Speaking of Stella, that moment with the multiplying beauty was so cute! I love how she complimented the others while complimenting herself! But guys (Stella & Bloom), you’re not discreet with the groping. Seriously.

- Oh, hey! Riven won! And Sky only came in third! Nice! But lbr here, Timmy is the real victor! The others came in on hoverbikes while he had an entire ship that he modified himself. I mean, idk about anyone else, but I would definitely go for the ship.

- Of course there’s Diaspro drama. God, can they not for literally five seconds? And also, “we’re just friends”? Wtf? Did you fall on your head this summer, Bloom? You were calling him your boyfriend last time I checked. And you were fawning over the romance in your future. Can you just drop the pretense already?

- Ooh, Layla is so smart! She managed to outsmart all the monsters and win even when she barely had any magic left! You go, you absolute badass!

- Did they even make any changes on that new wing at Alfea? I mean, besides the name.

2x02:

- How did Tecna know that Layla was the princess of Andros? Did she hack the interdimensional FBI system? Wtf.

- They could’ve showed some other things we hadn’t seen that Layla had to go through but, of course, why would they do that when they could just use the same footage and draw less animation, bruh?

- And we’re getting to the opposites. Right on schedule when the Shadow Phoenix has shown up. You gotta love how convenient those school lessons are (not to mention that Bloom suddenly started feeling her opposite out of nowhere. Nice!) At least we got a cool magical lesson. Though, idk how to feel about the ying-yang symbol. I mean, it is a perfect representation of what they’re talking about but kind of weird to see something so earthly in Alfea. Though, Earth did have magic so... Hmm. Okay, anyway. Moving on.

- Um, question, why do Stella and Layla not know each other? And in the first season Stella and Musa and Sky didn’t know each other even though they were all royalty (I am still unclear on whether Musa is a princess or not btw but anyway). Don’t they, like, have royal meetings with other kingdoms? (which they even did in season 5 when Domino was back. What, is Domino the center of the universe and they can’t function without it? I mean, come on!)

- The talk about love is getting on my nerves and I literally have “love” in my url and it is my fave word. So what is wrong with that? I do love that guard there. Heck, yeah, it’s a prison (it’s worse than that tbh). And the fact that they’re trying to make it out not to be is extremely fucked up and sickening if you ask me. Not to mention “You can force people to be happy. It just takes time.” I really hope whoever had the idea of that place (in-verse) is going to hell.

- They legit just kept recapping season 1 for a solid minute? Aaaaaaaand... SKIP.

- Can I say that a 30-page report is an actual living nightmare. Thanks.

- The girls are all friendly with Layla (well, outside of a slip-up or two). That’s cute. But where the hell is Tecna? Can the animators only animate five Winx girls at a time? What the hell, you guys?

- So the Pixie village is on Andros (if Layla found it accidentally. I don’t imagine she realm-hopped at will)? Why don’t I remember any of that? But hey, finally some flashbacks that we haven’t seen before!

- Oh, look! My guy Kerborg is here! (the only good part of this whole Darkar thing tbh)

- The Trix finally thought of trying to pretend to be happy in order to get out of there. Well, better late than never. Though, watching how it’s going I can understand why they didn’t try before that. It is, in fact, hopeless. (But at least Darcy is handling it! She always was a bit more controlled.)

- I am so majorly creeped out by Darkar. He just met them and he’s like “You belong to me! Mwahahahaha.” Ummmm? Can you calm down? But I loved Icy’s response. Though, it didn’t stick. And he’s at it again. Seriously, this is really giving me some major off vibes. He said they were going to be the queens of Shadowhaunt which, considering he’s the king, would imply they were his wives. Now there’s a mental image that I am not even going to let inside my head, thanks. Although, having in mind that he just kept buttering them up, I would say it was just him stroking their egos to get them to join him. Not to mention that his later treatment of them supports that theory. And of course, he had to test them first and see how they’d do.

2x03:

- Please, tell me that they’ll tell someone about the Pixies and won’t just go to Shadowhaunt on their own initiative.

- O!M!G! They actually told Faragonda! I can’t believe this! Finally doing something smart, I can’t! And of course she wasn’t going to just let them go. Though, did she really think they weren’t going to want to take the test?

- Shouldn’t Stella be weakened by the darkness of Shadowhaunt? I kinda wish she’d stayed at Alfea if that would’ve spared us from the arc that is coming. (Why?)

- Okay, but it was kind of rude of Layla to just overtake Riven’s hoverbike like that. I wouldn’t appreciate it if I had to give someone a ride and they shoved me out of the driver’s seat and occupied my car, thank you. I’m surprised Riven agreed to let her drive.

- I don’t really have much to say about this episode tbh.

- It was cute that Stella jumped off the cliff for Brandon but it was not the smartest course of action. It probably would’ve been easier for him to save himself if he was alone and they may not have ended up being brought to Amentia. God, I hate this. I don’t want to be bitching about this every other sentence so just know that I absolutely despise this arc from the very bottom of my heart and that will never change.

2x04:

- They have no powers and Darkar knows they’re there. Sounds like a great situation, doesn’t it?

- That amazing moment when you either have to marry a person you’ve just met or watch the one you love die and then be forced to get married anyway. You gotta love that! I hate this so much! (And this is different from my previous point. Or at least has a different angle.)

- Wow, Riven is absolutely handling being a boyfriend. Somebody get him a manual, the man is failing spectacularly.

- I am not quite a fan of Flora’s “Must be nice to have a shoulder to cry on”. Like, you have your friends???? No, I get that she wants a boyfriend, nothing wrong with that, but it came out like she has nobody. Which is absolutely not true.

- What a lucky save that Stella just arrived when they were about to become toast. Can anyone tell me why she didn’t just teleport them where the Pixies are? Or anywhere closer to them if she could do that all along?

- Am I distracted or is there nothing to talk about in these episodes? (Both. It is both.)

2x05:

- Seriously, why didn’t they at least mention the option to teleport using that gadget from the beginning?

- Aww, Brandon was trying to be noble and get out of the marriage but it backfired. Poor him.

- Why are the Pixies bickering like that? Is it Shadowhaunt’s influence or just the fact that they’d been imprisoned together for so long?

- Wait, did they just... kill a pixie? (Off screen of course, but still. Damn!)

- So Bloom and Stella did... interestingly with the boarding.

- Why is Stella afraid of heights? Also, that’s never been mentioned before. Especially not when she jumped off a fucking cliff! Wtf. They just keep throwing in new stuff without setting it up properly and I am getting annoyed.

- What happened to Tecna’s computer?

- Oh, look! Chatta lied to Darkar to protect Pixie Village.

- It’s the Trix! Finally some action! And they are harder to defeat now that they’re stronger! Nice!

- Damn! Layla was really determined to get the Pixies out of there. (Which wouldn’t have helped if Darkar hadn’t let her but she still gets points for trying.)

- Oh come on! Do I really have to deal with fake Avalon so early in the season?!?!?! Dammit! Also, wtf is up with Bloom and Stella? Like, you both have boyfriends. At least Layla’s not affected.

- “Stella returned a compliment. What is that about?” XDDD One of the funniest lines ever! And look at Amore! She is so cute!

2x06:

- But yeah, seriously, just go get Brandon, please! (Also, good that they noticed something’s fishy.)

- Aww, Stella is absolutely furious and determined to get her boyfriend back. She should’ve gone for a plan tbh since it could’ve helped them get to the palace faster.

- I love how Stella’s known Layla for a week (half of which Layla was unconscious) tops and is already making her her bridesmaid. Am I the only one who finds this weird? Like, this friendship train is moving way too fast for my trust issues.

- Poor Brandon. She’s going to stretch him, wtf? These episodes are a horror show.

- How bad can a guard worm be? Hm, gee, I don’t know, Layla. Enough to stop you perhaps since it is a “guard”, y’know.

- And Brandon is talking to a parrot now. I am losing it just like he is. How much longer will this torture go on? Please, tell me this arc is coming to an end.

- Okay, so the plotline with Amore’s magic is less problematic than I remember it. I thought she was going to make Amentia fall in love with the flower pollen but it only leads you to your soulmate. That isn’t problematic, actually. Nice!

- Wtf do you mean they’re going to eat Brandon if he’s not a good husband?!?!?! I am getting nightmares over here. Just feeling them forming in my head. Thanks.

- It must be horrible for Stella to be standing there and watching her boyfriend being forced to marry another woman. How are these people not psychologically scarred anyway?

- Aww, they’re back together! I love how Amore is just sitting in Stella’s lap! It’s cute.

2x07:

- I was not ready for the Kiko angst even though I knew it was coming.

- Faragonda really thought she could just dodge that question without them noticing, huh? Yeah, well, no.

- Oh, look! The Shadow Fire is sentient. This reminds me of LotR tbh but anyway, moving on. So Darkar is a man who is possessed by the Shadow Fire? I so did not remember that.

- Oh, no! Is it really time for Avalon already? Dammit! I was just getting thrilled there was no Darkar in these last two episodes and now I get Avalon. Uggggh.

- I get Bloom’s annoyance with this but why does she keep blasting it when that obviously doesn’t give results?!?!?! This reminds me of that quote by Einstein that madness is doing the same thing and expecting different results. “I feel tired.” You think? You’ve been out there blasting that thing for hours. Get inside and get warmed up, oh my god! Seriously, how are they even alive? They don’t take care of themselves at all.

- This might be my more advanced knowledge of what the future holds for them speaking but I absolutely do not get what is Avalon’s appeal.

- Oh, how convenient. He’s teaching magic connected to their origins. Amazing.

- “I don’t want to seem obsessive” *proceeds to spy on girlfriend* At least the show is framing it well.

2x08:

- Ugh, I really hate these Bloom and Avalon scenes. They just leave a bad taste in my mouth.

- Ugh, I’m gagging at Bloom’s obsession with Avalon. I get he promised to help her learn about her origins but she’s downright lovesick. I am so with Sky on this and I understand his frustration.

- Aww, Brandon immediately revealed his own nickname to help Stella calm down. That was so cute! I love them!

- I love how the fairies are always invited, of course, but the witches are only invited because they helped. I mean, yeah, they do cause trouble, but like, they’re witches? I think the show should have done a better job at specifying what exactly being a witch is because currently it’s like “hey, they’re evil but they can legally learn how to be evil in the legitimate school for witches!” How does that make any sense?

- Ewww, seriously? On the one front I have Bloom and Avalon and on the other Icy and Darkar. What is wrong with this season?

- Oh, hey! It’s Helia! Now only if we didn’t have to wait half a season for Flora to confess her feelings, that would be great! I love how she got mad at Stella for introducing herself to Helia. Don’t just glare there, Flora. Do something about it! (About Helia, I mean.)

- So Saladin is also a dramatic bitch. Good to know. XD But hey, the new Red Fountain looks so much better. Before I started the rewatch, I didn’t even remember the initial vision. I only remembered the one from season 2 onwards.

- Poor Timmy! But what was Tecna’s problem? Like, you dreamed of him. That’s cool. I mean, you like him. What’s the problem? I guess she’s just not used to emotions like that, though.

- “I think it was Darcy” Jeez, really? Why is the fact that she ran away not enough proof that it was Darcy? Why would she run away if she was just a random girl? But I guess it’s a good thing Musa recognized her voice because people can actually do that unlike what movies would have you believe.

- It’s Kerborg time. Nice!

- Oh, yeah, “let’s leave Bloom and Sky in charge here”. Now you trust her. Last time she was there he blamed everything on her but hey, whatever.

- I loved Sky being supportive of Brandon and then the team up with all the rest. And Riven showing a better side of himself. That was really awesome.

- Oh, I think Helia’s got his eye on a certain fairy too! ;)

- But seriously. Literally an entire army of Specialists can’t hold the monster down while Helia did it on his own. With his glove. Wtf?!?!?!?! Though really, why am I expecting anything to make sense at this point.

2x09:

- Okay, but as annoying as Darkar is, he at least knows how to steer the witches to do exactly what he wants.

- Really, Tecna, I think your facts are wrong. You aren’t completely grown up at 16, wtf.

- Who else is completely creeped out by Avalon? He really just gave all of his very female and very young students flowers. And he’s teaching them all individual things (which is just a cover so that his interest in Bloom doesn’t stand out, of course, but still). He knows they are all crushing on him and he’s exploiting that and doing his best to lead them on and reinforce those emotions. That is absolutely disgusting, thank you.

- Seriously, even Faragonda is falling victim to his “charm” (not)? I can’t with this episode anymore and it has just started. And here I thought Darkar would be the problem of this season. How was I so wrong????????

- Oh, he wants them to trust him as much as they trust themselves? How about they throw you off a cliff instead? Oh, wait, that won’t work because he has wings. Crush him with a boulder then? (This is getting very anti Avalon and I am so sorry for all the negativity but I don’t think I can stress enough how much this is upsetting and angering me.)

- Why do I feel like Avalon is the one who planted the book there so that Tecna could do all of that and embarrass herself so that she wouldn’t try it again and he could proceed with his real plans?

- Well, we finally got Bloom’s parents’ names and a very unclear peek at them. Though, props for having their designs figured out from the beginning, though I guess that is just thanks to the comics.

- Oh, hey! Palladium is back. (Why is no one crushing on him? He is so much better and more handsome than Avalon tbh.) Glow up time, bitches. XD

- Amaryl is being Amaryl, of course. But Palladium is having none of it anymore. And he saved Stella. Nice!

- The others trust Tecna, that’s great!

- (Honestly, Griffin is the only thing saving me from losing my mind in this episode tbh, Also the fact that she believes Tecna and that Tecna was suspicious enough to dig in the first place. At least someone hasn’t lost their common sense.)

- Oh, hey, how did Bloom get that medallion? Did she pull it out of the past? Pls, tell me that’s not what happened. It can legit mess the entire timeline.

- Wait, didn’t they start chasing him before midnight? Why is it suddenly morning? Wtf? You can’t tell me they chased him all night. Why is everything so wrong?

- Poor Wizgiz! Another invention is destroyed. I feel his pain.

- At least all parts of the episode came together nicely. The writing was actually good but I absolutely hate this episode, thanks! I still appreciate the effort with the script, though.

2x10:

- Seriously, why did Bloom instantly decide that Diaspro was involved in this? Ugh. Both she and Sky need to calm down with the jealousy.

- Omg, Griselda is so savage, I can’t! Her magic is so awesome. (Since when is Stella up for cooking? Or was it just because she wanted to see the cute guy that would teach them cooking? Ah, and she’s tired of take out.) I really loved how she used different methods to deal with the different powers of the fairies. Finally we’re getting all the magical lessons and it is absolutely glorious.

- (Btw, seeing Stella openly critique classes schedule makes it clear to me why she’s always been my favorite. That is such a me thing to do. I still can’t understand how teachers liked me since I was always arguing with them.)

- Of course. Sky wants to talk and Bloom immediately decided he wanted to break up with her. Why don’t you hear him out first maybe? (Sidenote: Stella and Brandon went on a date with unicorns? That is really cute!)

- Brandon is in his role of the wingman again. Considering he’s the only one having a steady girlfriend (and they’ve said “I love you” already), the rest should just listen to him.

- Mayhem globe? That’s really cool actually.

- Helia is here. Nice!

- Poor Stormy. She looked really hurt. I thought Darcy was the one with the illusions and riddles. Why did she get it wrong and why was Icy the one to solve it (through a detail that not only has never been shown but has been pretty much disproven by what we’ve seen)?

- Yeah. Tecna and Timmy were also knocked out, Bloom. Just in case you care about that.

- Kindness spell? And non-agression spell? That’s kinda cool actually. But problematic... again.

- I am not quite sure what Bloom did but I am actually glad to see they went with a hug there (and it was cute). But how many times are they going to become a boyfriend and a girlfriend? I thought we were over this.

2x11:

- Brandon is at it again. A true specialist... in dating tips. XD

- Wow, Flora. Nice Helia spell you got there. (Btw I am so loving that we get to see them in different classes and learning things! Yes, this is what I’m here for!) But Layla was so ready to help! And I also love that Flora went to Layla instead of anyone else. It’s really cute that they got so close so fast. (”He’s crazy if he doesn’t like you.” Perhaps Layla is the one who likes Flora. XD)

- Shoulda listened to Brandon, Timmy. (But Tecna so boldly went for the “us”. You go, girl!)

- Idk but to me “The Archaic Spells of Spheria” doesn’t sound any good tbh.

- Of course Stella is all about the romantic movies. But poor pixies. They had to imprison them to save them.

- Why did all of the boys know about the Codex in the previous ep but the girls have no clue about it? Why is Faragonda keeping it from them if everyone at Red Fountain knows about it?

- What was Faragonda doing? And why did she make Bloom look for the spell? Couldn’t she do that herself? (Also, she just threw the book like that on the floor. I get why it prompted her derision but damn, really?)

2x12:

- Flora and Helia are such romantic dorks. And they’re bringing their A game there. Poems and flowers... A beautiful romance blooms. (I’ll stop now.)

- This convergence talk is giving me all the friendship feels. Not just for Winx but also for Faragonda and Griffin since they have been spotted doing convergence too. Ugh, my heart!

- Wow, Riven sure has a lot of pictures of Musa, considering the way he’s acting.

- “Kind of involved”? Mhm, sure.

- So I understand Musa’s frustration with Stella’s meddling but on the other hand I can see Stella’s point. I love Musa x Riven but Riven doesn’t seem exactly present and Musa herself stated that she’s not really sure what the status of their relationship is so...

- Okay, but there is no way in hell that it is Darcy’s birthday. It is fall currently and Darcy’s birthday is May 5 according to Wiki. So yeah, no.

- I am getting a bit sidetracked again but can we talk about the fact that Bloom and Stella couldn’t do convergence after a simple disagreement even though they’re together like 24/7 while Griffin and Faragonda managed to do it seamlessly at the end of season 1 after not speaking to each other for years and kind of getting into a fight the last time they spoke at the Day of the Royals. Friendship goals (well, besides the silent treatment.)

- Okay but I think it wasn’t right to blame Stella. She didn’t say anything that was inherently offensive. She suggested that they try to get closer. That isn’t bad even if it upsets someone indirectly. There was no need to blame her. They should’ve just focused on making Layla feel better.

- Why do I feel like none of them really had friends before they found each other? But hey, they are this big found family now and that is awesome! (I am getting all the feels again.)

- And Darcy is messing up the magical reality chamber again. Didn’t we do that already? Also, why didn’t they try to... idk, take precautions and put better security on it considering how dangerous it can be? Like, those are simple things. Please, be responsible.

- Better not play Truth or Dare with Stella. Unless you wanna be kissing ogres. XD

- That was a good save Layla pulled off there. Also, I love how the girls are mad at the “technical” issues. Tbh they are right to. How many times are they gonna get stuck in the wrong world when sent into the magical reality chamber? Like, get your shit together teachers. Also, why don’t they simply do a test run before they get anyone inside it? You’d think they’d learn their lesson.

- Damn, they can be deleted if the program is turned off? Why didn’t Darcy just have Jarred unplug it then? Winx are erased forever. Boom, problem solved. For the Trix, I mean.

- Aww, the pixies were ready to go in. That was cute.

- I LOVED that convergence! It was such a cool idea to have them make a figure. Also, they just created life. Damn! I am impressed.

2x13:

- Poor Layla. She has all those nightmares. But at least Piff helps! That’s really cute.

- I see Flora still hasn’t solved the Helia problem yet.

- They just ditched school to go to a club. What chaotic dumbass energy, I can’t.

- Aww, Layla is sharing about her harsh childhood. At least she has friends she can talk to now. But damn the difference between Andros and Solaria is very striking in scenes like that.

- Layla totally nailed that improv. Nice, you go, girl!

- I love the difference between Griselda and Faragonda! XD

- I loved that convo between Bloom and Vanessa! Yes, thank you for that. I am a little confused as to when Bloom learned Daphne was her sister. Did I miss something or did the writers miss something? But aww, Vanessa can’t see Locket. That’s making me sad. :(

- They did go to the club, though, huh? Nice one, you guys.

- How will Faragonda learn if they use magic on humans but not otherwise? That doesn’t sound very logical to me. (Speaking of logic, where is Tecna? They didn’t show her in this ep.)

- Oh, no! Poor Layla. But damn, she’s powerful. And the others are there to help her. (The pixies can cause so much trouble considering how small they are.)

- I love how Faragonda and Griselda just showed up to get them. It was cute. Though, now they’re being punished. Well, technically, Bloom didn’t break any rules because she had permission to leave but I guess she’s also in this because she shouldn’t have taken the others with her. (Cheeky to welcome Faragonda and Griselda to Earth.) At least Faragonda managed to get them the permission for music back from Griselda. XD

- Aww, babies! They are so tired from cleaning the whole school, they fell asleep. And the pixies helped, too.

- I’m not sure how Flora got that Helia is “the one” from talking to him for half a minute, but damn, wanna share those powers with the rest of us so that we can know immediately when we’ve met the one as well? (It was so cute to see Flora lean on Layla to sleep with her. And Piff, too. If she weren’t just talking about Helia, they would’ve been like a picture perfect family.)

This got very long so I decided to split the post for this season in parts. Part 2.

#winx club #winx stella #winx layla #winx flora #winx musa #winx tecna #anti bloom #just in case #i did bitch about her a little #anti avalon #also #very very anti avalon #anti darkar #the trix #winx sky #winx brandon #winx timmy #winx griffin #winx club season 2 #thoughts #part 1 #review

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OK! Premise time (got a bit carried away tbh)

Vaguely midieval setting, Mc is from a family of hunters and so knows her way all around the forest, befriending crows and ravens via scraps (because that is a dream of mine). Plot kicks off when homegirl’s brothers get snatched by the monster kingdom for trespassing onto their land for what was assumed to be nefarious reasons when really they just got a bit lost and nobody believes them. Back home Mc tells the knights what’s up and is promptly told to sit the fuck down because they have more important things to do. So she goes off on her own instead, armed with a hunting knife, a bow, and a walking stick she plans to sneak in and break her Bros out. Along the way she has to free herself of multiple well crafted traps and once she finally gets to where she’s headed (with some help from her very smart brothers leaving traces) she’s confronted by the Boi himself. With the capture of humans their town has sorta gone crazy, fighting to determine who will take them to the king. For now they’re kinda subdued but peace is flimsy. Mc ends up getting found out and into a pseudo sword fight (aka blocking for her life with a walking stick until an opening to book it) with our favorite skeleton while ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE. Since Edge is distracted the other townsfolk take this as their cue to try and swoop up the prize, this goes splendidly terrible when the building they’re being kept in starts to collapse. Homeboy quickly figured it’s better to have at least 1 alive Human and manages to catch up to MC who is about to book it into a collapsing building like an idiot and pull her back before she gets crushed. I say collapsing but I wasn’t that much, as they could still get down to the holding cell and *surprise* the boys are gone~

Now! For what was happening with the boys. Seeing as how I’m the one daydreaming these are My brothers, the oldest of which is a very social person. So obviously he’s chatting with the only other person there, Red. Meanwhile middle brother is trying to think of a way out. This goes on until things start getting dicey and the house is rumbling. Red gets hurt but the three of them escape (because who are we kidding, of course there’s a secret emergency exit) and so are stuck together for the time being relying on each other.

Back to the duo, upon seeing the empty cell and majorly f-ed foundations they leave the house and end up begrudgingly having to work together because of their shared love of and willingness to do whatever it takes to help their family and find their brothers.

Some scenes that popped up were- Edge being a dick to birds and Mc lecturing him about Corvids and their ability to hold grudges. This may have plot relevance, because yes

Edge getting stuck in something and REFUSING to ask for help. “I’ll help you out, but you a) have to ask and b) have to use my name” he ends up passing out and waking up to her ranting about him being an absolute prideful idiot. This leads to an argument because she wasn’t exactly being nice either. This actually leads to a civil apology because CHARACTERS CAN ADMIT WHEN THEY’RE WRONG AND BEING PETTY. Eventually some themes will become recurring until they’re close enough travel companions to admit their faults/insecurities and why they keep acting how they do so they can better themselves.

Meanwhile with The Bois, so many Hijinks have insued and it’s glorious. I can’t say what but you know they are Best Buds by now and are up to absolutely No Good

When they finally catch up and have their reunion, it’s to the most awkward and hard to explain scene that the duo has just walked in on. Mc is keeled over laughing, barely standing by leaning on Edge, and Edge himself is just sighing resigned like “I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN” because ofcourse his brother was doing dumb shit the whole time he’s been looking for him, what else would he be doing?

But don’t worry, there are emotional reunion moments between the bros, just when less people are around to witness them. Meanwhile Mc’s Bros just rounded the corner and she just fucking busts out crying and hugs her brothers because, unlike certain spiky companions- she isn’t bad with public displays of affection. A little bit of rest and a few tankards of ale later and they’re sharing stories around a campfire.

Oh, and did I not mention? Pre-reunion There was only one sleeping bag MWAHAHAHAHA!!!! I mean, Mc was prepared for a long trek after her Bros, and then gained a party member who was decidedly not. He refused to share until a good ways through their journey of course, cause right off the bat when they still loathe each other’s existence it’d be real weird. So it was moss and bunched up leaves for him.

Imagine, they’re about to go to bed when someone brings up their lack of sufficient sleep equipment. Only 3 for 5 people. Previously the Bros had combined theirs into 1 big pallet but... what about them? Kekeke. The two- having forgotten how most people don’t cuddle adventure buddies since it’d just become the norm? And also how damning nightly snuggles seems to people who Obviously won’t get that they’re TOTALLY FRIENDS WHO JUST DO SO OUT OF NECESITY. (And comfort)

Mc kinda drops the ball- “I don’t know about y’all but I’m a big fan of cuddles” cue a smack upside the head and ‘OOOHHH’s to ring in some heads. A little (sorta) tactful talk from both sets of siblings and our oblivious duo- in trying to defend that it’s totally not a thing- realize they totally have a thing going on and oh Fuck I Like It . they’re both oblivious cornballs who’ve been too focused on sibling retrieval to pay attention to their growing bond with their travel partner and now that they see it they have no idea how to handle it.

Now, you may ask, how can this end? If the kingdoms are separated and such then how shall they live in peace? WOODLAND CABIN BAYBEEEE!!!!!! Who tf goes into the woods? Not just anyone if they don’t wanna get lost. Plus it’s neutral ground. What about the siblings? They can build their own or visit- up to them. And since both town’s are in visit distance, edge can probably just commute/go on buisness trips if he has to go places for guard things. Mc is a hunter so her job is the woods so that’s easy.

Anyways, enemies to lovers is good when done right. Slowly and through comradery

#casual conversation #CAS WHY ARE YOU STILL AWAKE #Ideas #ok i sleep now- NIGHT!!! #long post

[sinakakyralih]

MUN MEME

– one / NAME / ALIAS. Kyralih! (KEEr-ah-lee!) 

– two /  BIRTHDAY. September 1st

– three / ZODIAC SIGN. "Virgo” but the sun is still in Leo on my birthday! So TRUE SIGN LEOOOOOOO with some virgo tendencies

– four /  HEIGHT.  5′7.5″ the half counts

– five  /  HOBBIES. Writing, roleplaying, gaming, mindlessly watching tv episodes with the rest of my schedule that’s all I can doooooooooo

– six /  FAVOURITE COLOURS. Grey! Pale greens! Grey-blues!

– seven / FAVOURITE BOOKS. Because my writing gets heavily influenced by what I’m reading, I haven’t read a book in forever go ahead and shame me, I deserve it  ｡ﾟ(｡ﾉωヽ｡)ﾟ｡ but!!! When I used to read all the time my favorite authors were for fantasy! Like Terry Brooks (Shannara series!), Mercedes Lackey (Heralds of Valdemar!), Anne McCaffrey (Dragonriders of Pern), Tamora Pierce, Margeret Weis and Tracy Hickman (Dragonlance Chronicles!)

– eight  /  LAST SONG LISTENED TO. I was writing for Khit’li yesterday so it’s on his playlist! Can’t Help Falling In Love cover by Kina Grannis (hahahaha from Crazy Rich Asians)

– nine  /  LAST FILM WATCHED. hmmmm.... the Steven Universe Movie? I think? I might’ve hung out with Husband when he was watching something since then, though

– ten  /  INSPIRATION FOR MUSE. Tbh, I made “Sinaka Kyralih” when I was first getting back into writing and roleplaying in 2010 and was supremely impressed with myself in that I could take my first and soon-to-be-married last name, flip it backwards, change where the space was, and tadaaa, generate a name that sounded like an actual name. Hooray for me! As far as “inspiration” for Kyra went, I took the lazy way out and stuck in parts of me (which would be easiest to RP with ;D) and pushed the idea of wanting to get out there and find adventure, and went with it. She fights for what’s right and won’t hesitate to stand up for her ideals. She won’t back down from a challenge. She’ll do all that is in her power to help her friends and back them up. She enjoys exploring and likes to be out in nature. She can be really silly, and intense. She’s in the Path of the Twelve and frequents dangerous locales to keep the peace in Eorzea and doesn’t regret a minute of it. She likes to play with people. Is she lazy in regards to mundane activities? Ridiculously so. Does she whine and complain? Frequently. If she’s not complaining about something minor then either she’s supposed to be in charge, something is actually wrong, or she realizes she’s with people who don’t think it’s cute/endearing. Is she perfect? No. 

The Calamity helped develop her greatly; the five-year gap gave her time to grow ha she caught up to my age during that and I was all >O about it when it happened xD I made her 5 years younger than me for... well I had a reason back then, anyway xD OH WELL THOUGH, HAPPILY SWAPPING AGE FOR A LITTLE MORE HARD-WON MATURITY AND ANGST, MWAHAHAHAHA and then never mentioning the other members of the Path of the Twelve, including the player’s Path Companion, gave me alll kiiinds of room for angst >D which I happily indulged in (my entire ‘sol’ tag, mwahahaha). But she remained completely happy and normal and playful and ridiculous and aggravating on the outside, just :) a little broken on the inside. hooray!

KHIT’LI WAS A SEPARATE CASE BUT THIS IS GETTING LONG SO TLDR: Handsome, spoiled, rich little Keeper Princeling from a well-respected Keeper clan from the time of the Crossing; his grandmother is the head honcho of the clan and is a direct descendant from the first Mewrilah matron, making his line like the direct-direct descendants and his mother next-in-line for that role and his sister (they’re close!) training to take up that position later in life. They’re traditional Keepers but living in a much larger-than-”normal” family group (like 6-10 families together rather than the one nuclear often shown in Keeper quests), and males are expected to leave and wander and w/e, but I thought it’d be fun for me for his family to make the male’s role a little more important - their clan has “important” ancestry, and they claim their coloring is closest to Menphina (dark purple-blue dusky skin, like the nighttime sky, with hair the color of moonlight~), so they don’t give away their important “seed” for nothing; rather, they trade with their male’s attentions (alongside normal trade things, like furs and etc.). Weekly ratings, etc. ex: The Aliapoh’s want a Mewrilah-sired offspring? There’s a price~ 

BUT ANYWAY I wanted Khit’li to be driven by the want to not have to take on that wandering lifestyle. He wanted to be taken in by another family, permanently, as he can’t stay with his own, and will do whatever it takes to get there. He wants to be wanted, but will settle for being found indispensable by another family unit - so much so that they will trade whatever it takes to retain his services permanently. So~ he trained intensely growing up to be perfect in all things Keeper poor thing thought he could just stay on if he did well enough ;u; and when that didn’t work, he petitioned to train as a healer to make himself more desirable, the petition passed, and so he went out in the world to train as a conjurer (and then an arcanist when the elementals didn’t much care for him either way) and flirt (and flirt hard) with any Keeper with a crossings-last-name (since only old families could hope to afford what he had planned). He’d drive her crazy to the point she’d want to mate with him, but can’t without a trade agreement with the Mewrilah clan, and when she took him to her clan to start those negotiations he’d wow them with how useful he was and charm all of their young women and make himself indispensable with how well he hunted and healed them and cooked for them and painted faces and told traditional stories and would be so charming that when he suggested they trade for his permanent services they wouldn’t hesitate and would go through with it. 

And then he’d have a home.  (ಥ﹏ಥ)

- eleven / GOD KNOWS WHERE IT WENT. I know where it went. o_o I am very organized.

– twelve  / MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL. Sinaka Kyralih is her name~ @keeperprinceling  is khit’li’s whole ‘persona’~ ♥♥

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