#Why and How to Preform Spells

[morganbritton132]

Musical prodigy Steve, who is way too casual about this gift. He plays seven instruments and could read sheet music before he could spell his own name, and literally never mentions it.

He has perfect pitch and can perfectly replicate a song he’s heard once on the radio. If you gave him an instrument he’s never played before and an hour, he’d made something beautiful out of it. And no one knows.

Well, some people know.

His mom still signs him up for recitals and performances out of state, but Steve never talks about it. He just says he has something to do with him mom that weekend, and then goes to preform in a concert hall in front of hundreds of people.

Honestly, Steve kinda assumed everybody was like that.

His parents never made it seem like it was a big deal. Hell, he doesn’t even consider that he could go to college for music (not that his dad would ever allow it). It’s basically a hobby.

It’s only after concussion number two when he’s sitting in English class listening to Eddie Munson complaining for a week straight about how he has an ‘epic vision’ for a ‘new song’ but it’ll never come to fruition because he’d need a full string orchestra.

And then another week listening to him hum the melody of the song.

And then a couple more days with the studio equipment that his parents got him for Christmas that Steve starts to think that maybe this ability isn’t all that common.

Eddie - still complaining - just stares at him with shock and confusion when Steve sits a cassette down in front of him and tells him to, “Stop talking.”

Honestly, that should be it, right? Steve has spent more effort making mix tapes than that cassette and those were barely a blip in the week so…

So, why is Eddie Munson confronting him at his locker the next morning? Eddie’s hands are all over the place like, “Did you really find and pay an entire orchestra to play my music just so I’d be quiet?”

“No,” Steve says slowly because that’s insane. “I played your music so you’d be quiet… it clearly didn’t work.”

“You can play…”

“Yeah?”

Eddie just stares at him like he’s something worth staring at and then asks seriously, “Do you want to be in my band?”

[ew-selfish-art]

DPx DC AU: Danny learns that he can change his summoning ritual and decides to go chaos mode with it i.e. A viral tiktok trend.

Danny ascends the throne and it's honestly pretty alright as far as new jobs go. He states a few opinions, makes sure no one goes to war and is slowly integrating a community service sentence to Walker's prison. It's not a bad gig, and considering the troves of gold he's now owner of, it doesn't pay too shabby either.

His main problem with the job isn't even his constituents (he likes to think they would vote for him over pariah), it's all these loony death cults! They keep summoning him with Pariah's old cold sign and it's driving him insane- After a very unhelpful smirk by CW, a long study session in GW's library and some help from Ember (she knows drama like no one else) Danny finally has a new summoning ritual.

Of course he swapped out the blood and bone for like, sour gummies and random shit he had in his backpack at the time. A TI-84. And yes, the Latin chant is that one super-fast bit of Rap God preformed to a BTS dance at speed.

But rather than keep this to himself, he gets Sam (who has a thriving plant and protest community following) to record her completing this ritual and Danny being summoned. Why? Cause it was a very specific to Sam skill that they didn't know if people could replicate and it gives Danny some plausible deniability that he tried to make it difficult when CW asks.

Posting it makes it very quickly go viral as people attempt to call it fraudulent but sure enough, Danny is now traveling the world at a moments notice.

Which is great cause it's summer and he's bored in Amity anyway (He's going to change it before he starts university in September, duh), and its even better because the second a lame ass death cult brings him forward to, like, destroy the planet, a slumber party or influencer has already summoned him away. Shit, he even met a few celebrities this way! Plus, turns out that most death cultists aren't able to rap!

Reality hit him pretty hard when he got summoned to an office space that is clearly a base of operations and the summoning spell locked him in. Literally, he has no idea how to get out of this binding spell- Danny definitely hadn't realized that was an option. Taking in the Justice League members in front of him, plus one trench coated menace, Danny groaned for a moment before thinking to ask:

"Wait- Which one of you was able to do Rap God? And the dance? Please tell me someone thought to film that!!"

[atzloverr]

Otherworldly obsession

Incubi Woosan x Witch reader

MINORS DNI!!! This chapter includes explicit content

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You stared dumbfounded at the two men towering above your sitting frame.

You never thought you could actually summon a demon with your spell, and two demons on top of that.

“San, why is she looking at us like that?” the slightly smaller one asked. They were both barely dressed, and from what you had read in your spell book, you assumed they were incubi. Sex demons. The broad shouldered man shook his head in confusion at your puzzled stare.

The smaller one sat down on the floor in front of you, next to your little ring of crystals and potions. “So tell me, little witch,” he started, taking a strand of your hair and twirling it slowly. “Why’d you summon two incubi huh? Don’t act so innocent now.” His smile was captivating. Sinister.

“I didn’t think the spell would actually work I-“ you looked around anxiously. You were new to witchcraft, and had only managed to preform small insignificant spells until now. This was simply something you wanted to try out of sheer curiosity.

The man on the floor in front of you put a finger to your lips. “Well we’re here now aren’t we? Let us do what we do best,” he smirked. The larger man moved forward and suddenly picked you up in the air. You yelped in surprise before he gently put you down on the bed.

“What kind of witch isn’t confident in her own spells, hm?” the dark haired man asked you, looking you up and down. You looked away flustered as his face hovered closer to yours. “I’m new to the craft…,” you admitted. The shorter male placed himself on the bed next to you, resting his head in his hands.

“Oh! How rude of us not to introduce ourselves! I’m Wooyoung, and the man on top of you is San. We’re a package deal, so we only appear to those with stronger wills, whose spells are more powerful,” he explained.

You nodded in understanding. “I’m

Y/n, it’s nice to meet you, however, you don’t have to stay here,” you tried. “I didn’t mean to summon you, and I didn’t think I was capable of such a strong spell.”

San tutted in disagreement. “Sounds like you need to be more confident in your abilities, little witch”, he told you.“Since you did summon us… Don’t you think you owe us?” Wooyoung smiled, looking straight into your eyes. Your gaze dilated between the two in confusion. “I guess?” you answered unsurely. Wooyoung and San shared a look before swiftly changing their positions. In a matter of seconds, San was placed behind you, holding you in place as Wooyoung hovered on top of you.

“There’s one thing I didn’t mention about those who manage to summon us,” Wooyoung started, slowly inching closer to you. He now whispered in your ear. “They’re usually the horniest ones.”

Your eyes widened at the statement, and you felt your cheeks heat up from embarrassment. “It’s okay, Y/n,” San comforted. “We’re not exactly innocent either,” he said with a low voice.

Suddenly, Wooyoung’s hands were all over you, and you felt as if everything happened so quickly. He skillfully unbuttoned your pants and slid them down your legs. His soft hands traced your bare legs as San started kissing your neck.

“Will you let us take care of you, little witch?” San asked in your ear. You nodded without second thought, to caught up in the heated moment to even properly think about the question. The two demons hummed in satisfaction and quickly took off your remaining clothed until you were only in your underwear.

To be honest, you weren’t exactly experienced in bed. You had only had a few partners, who all seemed to only think of their own pleasure. You felt overwhelmed at the sensations San and Wooyoung gave you, as they smothered you in kisses and bites, before you had even properly started the act. You hadn’t been this wet in a long time.

“San, let’s switch,” Wooyoung demanded, and momentarily, San was placed in between your spread legs, and Wooyoung behind you. His hands started unclasping your bra, and a wave of shyness suddenly washed over you. You tried your best to hide your boobs as your bra came loose, but San quickly took your hands in his.

“Don’t be shy now,” he teased as Wooyoung’s hands slowly massaged the soft mounds of flesh. You let out a squeak when his fingers found your erect nipples. Too distracted by the thrilling sensation of Wooyoung’s fingers around your nipples, you missed when San slowly pulled down your underwear.

You were overwhelmed by all the sensations happening at once. San’s mouth leaving kisses up your thighs, Wooyoung leaving hickeys on your neck while his skillful hands toyed with your sensitive nipples. You whined in desperation as San’s mouth only moved closer and closer to your aching sex, but when he finally came really close, he abducted his mouth from your body and spread your legs further apart.

”Wow, look how excited you’ve gotten.” San gathered your slick on his two fingers just to shove them inside his own mouth, letting out a deep moan as he felt your taste. “Hey,” the man behind you urged, and San immediately understood what he meant, as he gathered more of your wetness to share with his friend. Were they friends? You didn’t really know how demons worked.

Wooyoung slowly sucked on San’s fingers, not letting a spill of your juices go to waste. San eventually brought his head between your legs, and kept kissing your inner thighs. “Please,” you begged desperately as San continued his teasing. “Please what?” Wooyoung asked with a smirk. His fingers never left your sore breasts as he pinched and pulled on your nipples. You whimpered at the question. “Where do you want me, little witch?” San asked between kisses and sucks.

Wooyoung silently moved your hand to San’s head, asking you to guide him. You pushed your hips closer to San’s face, and gently pushed down his head. “There you go,” Wooyoung whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Your back arched when you finally felt San’s mouth on you, his long tongue hitting all the right spots. You could feel something hard pressing against your back as you melted into Wooyoung’s back. Your head was snapped to the side by two fingers, and in a moment your lips met Wooyoung’s in a lustful kiss. You moaned into his mouth as San’s skillful tongue found your aching clit. He held your legs open with his strong arms, making sure you stayed right where you were.

You felt your orgasm inching closer for every second, and felt ashamed to be close so quickly. Your hands desperately found their way to San’s hair, pulling slightly as he quickly lapped over your sensitive spot. Wooyoung’s lips left yours and found your ears, kissing and breathing heavily into them. “I know you’re close, don’t fight it,” he whispered. That’s when you finally let go, letting the orgasm wash over you with bliss. You moaned in pleasure as San continued his fast licking, overstimulating you slightly.

“What a good little witch you are,” Wooyoung praised, giggling at your exhausted state. San’s lustful gaze met yours for a second before you looked away in embarrassment. His eyes were glazed over in bliss, almost giving him a drunk expression. He slowly moved away from your thighs, getting closer to the man behind you.

“Wooyoung,” San almost whined. As if needing no more words to understand what San meant, the two demons met in a passionate kiss. Their tongues entangled, and their lips glistened with your cum. Wooyoung moaned into the kiss, and you swore you could feel his hips twitch from underneath you.

As their lips finally disconnected, they gave you a somewhat sad look. “I’m afraid we have to leave you now, little witch,” Wooyoung said, tilting his head to the side. San’s hand found the top of your head, stroking it slowly. “Don’t be shy to summon us again,” San smiled. You looked between the two, mesmerized by their beauty.

Without any more words being said, the two left you alone in your bedroom, and you couldn’t get yourself to move from the spot on the bed.

What the hell just happened?

𓆩♡𓆪

Wooyoung desperately grind down on San’s lap, head rested in the crook of San’s neck. “We need to see her again,” Wooyoung begged, feeling his cock getting harder by the second. “Yes, Woo, I agree,” San admitted in between moans.

The two couldn’t keep their minds off you ever since they left you. Something about your taste was captivating, nothing they had ever had before compared to it.

Sure, they always felt energized after pleasuring any human, but this was something entirely different.

“She must’ve put us under some sort of spell, that witch,” Wooyoung said into San’s ear.

It was against the laws of demons for them to come back to you, so they could only pray you summon them again.

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[casually-eat-my-soul]

Okay picture this:

Jaskier and Geralt end up by the coast for a monster hunting job with sirens. Geralt tells Jaskier to stay behind because he thinks that as a Witcher he will have a certain immunity to the sirens song, but as a man Jaskier would not. 

Cue the hunt Geralt goes down to water and Jaskier follows secretly behind. Geralt actually does get ensnared by sirens and Jaskier has to be the one to save him.

But Jaskier is pissed, “ I mean, really, Geralt you listen to these, these fish for five minutes and you’re already in love. But it took me!! Twenty years.” Jaskier never let him live this down, he brings it up in arguments over and over again.

“Oooh I fell for the monsters spell?? What about you mister oh the siren wouldn’t ensnare me”

“Oh you want me to be quiet?? Well I guess you prefer the song of a siren then hmmm?” (My headcannon is that Geralt actually like jaskier singing and talking but want him to be quiet on hunts)

Geralt is so confused on how Jaskier could be immune to sirens. He comes to the conclusion that Jaskier is one. He preforms bunch of tests that leave Jaskier perplexed, soaking wet and smelling of fish. But yet he can’t figure out why Jaskier has never changed forms.

He ends up, bringing jaskier to Kaer Morehn. He asked for his brothers and Vesmeirs help on trying to figure out why Jaskier was immune to sirens. They all believe his theory on Jaskier being a siren yet none of them can prove it. The tests get more and more ridiculous and nothing works. Jaskier firmly believes the reason he wasn’t ensnared is because he’s a musician.

Jaskier: “Why yes they had lovely voices but they were all very high pitched, a little scratchy if you asked me. Reminded me of my time in Oxford. Some of those singers could not hold a tune.”

Geralt: “you love the sea”

Jaskier: “of course I love the sea, do you know how many songs there are about the sea?? Hmmm Geralt?? Do you know how many different love stories I can create by using the sea as a metaphor??”

Geralt: “you like fish”

Jaskier: “it’s easier on my throat.”

Geralt is tearing out his hair. Vesmeir is so offended over the fact that he can’t prove anything concrete.

I don’t know what would be funnier ending, but I have options:

1: if he really was a siren who just didn’t know it

2: he challenged and siren (unknowing) to a singing competition, and the siren was so impressed that she blessed him with

2.5: he slept with a siren who liked him enough to bless him

3: he really was immune because he was a musician. I mean you really think that Oxford is turning out basic singers, absolutely not??

[shuggymaniac]

I want to do a magic school AU where they have to summon a familiar.

It would like a demonic monster from the netherworld that wizards/witches from centuries ago managed to make it fall to their submission and use whatever abilities they had to enhance to magic of any future magic user, and even submit them to eternal servitude.

Not forever maybe until the magic user they are serving dies and when that happens the demonic being would be sent back to the netherworld where they would either die from the nature of their realm or wait until they are summoned again to serve a new master.

It was annual thing.

When a young wizard nears adulthood they would there a ceremony where they have to preform a ritual that would match them with the best servant depending on their abilities and what they exceed at.

Some summoned creatures that kind of resembled animals like lions, dogs even rats and squirrels.

Others summoned ugly creatures that were hard to look at.

Few were able to summon creatures that had terrifying appearance but were able to hide it through human form so that they looked less terrifying to be around and took less space.

Shanks was understandably nervous, his adoptive family came from a long line of magic users and whatever creature they summoned was remembered in the history books even recognized because previous great wizards and witches also summoned those creatures.

Even though his father Roger and his close friends assured him that he whatever creature he summoned would be a great one……

So why was he looking back at a small creature that looked like a clown plushie.

shanks would have believed that it was a cruel prank, to place a toy in the middle of the circle before the smoke cleared but then the said “Toy” started moving.

It looked around is if confused at where it was then looked down at its hands and body and then it panicked, Shanks expected to hear tiny voice exclaiming or something. But no words came out instead….

“Honk! Honk honk honk!! HOOOOONNNNKKK!!!”

The puppet tried running away but the force field of the circle kept it at pay, as if sensing they hostility the circle levitated slightly before it wrapped around the puppet’s neck and then another circle wraps around Shanks’s wrist bounding them as master and slave.

Everyone would laugh at Shanks except for his friends and the people who cared for him.

He would run away but because of the new bound the once invisible chains would reappear and forced the clown puppet to be dragged and flunked around by the movement of Shanks’s arm.

It would take a while but Shanks would get over the embarrassment and just accept his familiar, and his familiar was pretty funny.

They had explosive nature, they always seemed to disagree with Shanks and even go as far as attack him with kicks and punches but due to the puppets physical body it never harmed Shanks or else the spell around the puppet’s neck would have activated and harmed them to force them into submission.

But his familiar didn’t no matter how hard they tried, and shanks would tease them for it which causes more angry “Honking” sounds.

Which leads to another thing, everyone including Shanks would heard the little puppet let out “Honk” every time it tried to talk but unlike everyone else Shanks understands what they were saying, not word by word necessary. But they would understand if the familiar wanted to eat or cursed or even commented on something.

“Hey guys, check out my new robe! Pretty good huh?”

“Honk!”

“It’s not.”

“What?”

“Not me, him!”

“Honk!”

“He says the colors are…fancy?”

“HONK!!”

“Oh! Flashy!”

“Honk! Honk!”

“But it doesn’t suite you at all”

“Honk!”

“You should focus more on summer colors because it matches your skin tone and wearing those colors right now makes you look like a wannabe peacock.”

“He said all that with one Honk?”

“Nah, it was mostly me.”

Followed by a chance scene where Shanks would run away from his friends and their familiars. And his clown puppet seemed to enjoy those pranks.

Yes his familiar was a mischievous prankster, kind of like Shanks but he was more devious. Him and Shanks would spend all night just planning pranks on their friends and teachers, his familiar’s ideas would lead to great harm and maybe death but Shanks always makes sure to water it down where it was acceptable enough, to the great displeasure of his familiar.

Now, one of the steps to fulfill the ritual is to name your familiar, but his teacher Rayleigh advices him against it. Maybe teachers dismissed the clown puppet saying that it was just Shanks’s bad luck, that they shouldn’t have expected much of him since he was adopted and they never knew who his true family was, so maybe he was descendant of some weak magic users.

But Rayleigh had other suspicions.

Those creature took many forms but never the form of an object like a puppet so he decided to do a research bit adviced Shanks to never name his familiar because if this puppet was some kind of no good demon he can find a way to break their bond and then allow Shanks to do the ritual again in hopes of finding better familiar.

At first, Shanks was hopeful with that idea, that he just wanted to rid himself of that embarrassment and find a powerful familiar like his father. But with time he found himself getting attached to his familiar, it wasn’t a familiar anymore it was his friend.

So when Rayleigh came to him one day telling him how he didn’t find out what kind of creature was his familiar but he is close to finding a way to not only break the bound but also make sure that the clown puppet won’t be summoned again when he tries to do the ritual again.

Such thoughts made Shanks anxious.

He didn’t want to separate from his clown, they were closer than ever, he didn’t care that people still laughed behind his back him and his familiar had great connections even if the clown threw tantrums sometimes they were still very good friends.

So when night, Shanks decided to make his familiar….his Buggy.

The moment the name left his mouth with the intentions of naming the creature a beam of light the revealed the invisible chains hardened and gave a “clank” sound as if confirming the bound between them. A wave of energy covered shanks’s body from inside out, it felt so ….powerful? And when he looked at his confused familiar who stared at his body confused he understood that he too felt it.

“Buggy?”

“Yeah, it’s after a mischievous jester from the stories my dad used to tell me late night. I feel it fits him, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know, sounds unserious.”

“Nah, he likes it, right Buggy?”

“HONK!! HONK HONK HOONNKK!!” Buggy was pulling Shanks’s hair and hitting his head.

“Ouch!! hey that hurts!!”

“He doesn’t seem to like it, Hahah!”

What Shanks and everyone else didn’t know was that he didn’t come from a weak family line, far from it. Shanks came from a long line of powerful magic users that history used as examples to be taught and researched. It was just that for some reason we got separated from them and Roger found him and raised him as his own.

Something else that no one knows, but will be found out later, was that Buggy wasn’t a weakling.

Not at all.

He was a great demon of chaos and greed, able to break anything and everyone around him including himself like a jigsaw puzzle, and move them around. Their cries and pleads were music to his ears. He was greedy, he loves treasures, golds and gems, especially if they were like an accessory that he could wear. And he didn’t look like a puppet, he had the figure of a grown man, fabulous long hair, and equally flashy clothes that he could change at well.

But because of the Ritual, that forced him out of his realm, he was reformed to look like a small puppet, form that was weaker than his master so that his submission would be easier. When he realized what had happened he tried to run but he got trapped with a slave crest.

And so he was now the servant of a wannabe wizard who couldn’t even form the simplest of tricks and preferred physical fight than that of magic. And it was Buggy’s dilemma, because his development was connected to his new “master’s” so he needed to find a way to motivate the idiot so he can get stronger with him.

Which was his new plan, make the idiot strong, get stronger with him, regain his chaos energy and then use it to break the bond and kill everyone around him and gain control and power.

But for now he need to protect himself, because he can see familiar faces around him, the faces of demons and creatures he has tormented, creatures that looked at him with anger and amusement some even gave silence promises of pain and death, so for now, use the red haired idiot as a human shield and plan the Greta escape.

I mean use he enjoyed the pranks they had, the small discussion they’d had about magic whenever he was able to understand him, and dare he say he felt connected to the boy in some way, he too didn’t know where he came from and was looked down on for it before he was able to get stronger. Even the puppet form was still his form it was just from the time when he was small and weak from back then, it brought back memories.

So what will happen when the truth comes out?

Shanks’s origin?

Buggy’s truth?

The realization that the familiars weren’t simple energy beings but real creature that think and feel?

And what kind of trouble that they will face?

The idea inspired by the cute art of “rottenbuggy”

LOOK HOW CUTE HE LOOKS!!! They have many great arts please check them out!

[cozymochi]

Just read your Jamil-Nyoka post, could you go in more in depth on Cecil & Silver’s relationship pls?

Previous

Sophomore/Second-year students typically share a dorm room with one other person.

Cecil is Silver’s roommate.

⚠️ No Book 7 Spoilers beyond Part 1. This will remain in the generic status quo.

Cecil has been Silver’s roommate since his 1st year, ended up his roommate again in his 2nd year, and ended up sharing his homeroom and nearly all his classes both times.

He seemingly cannot get away from this guy, and it’s something of a point of annoyance for Cecil, but it’s not like he’s going to do anything about it.

Silver is everything Cecil wishes he was and has everything he wishes he had. He’s this… hero-type handsome knight-in-training with competent magic, fighting prowess, and has a close amicable relationship to and has the respect of the vice and lead Housewarden. He even has the woodland animals flocking to him. What even is that? It’s like the world itself just loves him unconditionally just for existing, and for what?

For Cecil to just watch? It’s dreadful. Being around this guy that kid Cecil thought he himself would end up like by his current age but he isn’t? Eugh.

Cecil doesn’t exactly realize that Silver isn’t as respected at NRC as he thinks, nor privy to the relationships he actually has to Lilia and Malleus, nor the context surrounding it. In fact, he knows almost nothing about Silver on a personal level.

Silver’s kind-nature is seen as uncharacteristic at the school, least of all his lack of facial expressions being off-putting, nor is he aware of how much Silver does not value himself at all. But, that’s just Cecil’s own jealously clouding his judgement. As a result, he is not too interested in getting to know Silver personally despite practically always being in proximity to him like a satellite in school.

To an outsider like Cecil, it just looks like Silver is adored and everyone and everything just goes right for him. Save that whole sleeping thing, but Cecil views that as just a space-cadet zoning-out quirk. If anything, he does think he’s smarter than the guy.

Cecil finds Silver to be a nuisance that he’s just stuck being around, but won’t actively do anything malicious to him. If he doesn’t get up early enough he will be at the mercy of the many alarm clocks.

Though, when one day Silver showed up to their room with a magical ring on a gold chain that a sparkling jewel that reflected the dawn— All of a sudden maybe this thread of fate doesn’t seem so unfortunate after all…

Cecil becomes a little more open to engaging with Silver after that, posing as a more open “confidant” should he ask. Perhaps if he could get his hands on that ring then maybe he…

On the other hand, Silver thinks Cecil is nice.

He doesn’t really notice his mild contempt. Silver views Cecil as his friend, but is unaware that the feeling is not entirely mutual. He doesn’t even realize that half of Cecil’s responses to him are snarky rather than genuinely “kind.”

Silver sees Cecil as a very gifted student and doesn’t quite understand why everyone else views him as bumbling. He sees how effortlessly he preforms magic, memorizes spells and his study habits? At least within their room, anyway. If anything, Silver wishes he could stay up as long as Cecil does.

Cecil does not perform well in front of crowds nor in front of the rest of the dorm, and since magic is linked to one’s imagination and thoughts, well, that can manifest into screw-ups.

Maybe he needs more training. Silver has offered “training” but Cecil never accepts that. Silver’s idea of training is way outside his physical capabilities, absolutely not.

He also finds Cecil to be quite considerate. He appreciates that he lends him notes he may have missed in class. (Disclaimer: Cecil does not do things for Silver out of consideration, just done so he is left alone OR if he wants something in return.)

When Cecil starts to become that room “confidant,” Silver thinks that their friendship must be improving. He’s glad they can get along. Despite the lack of expressions visible on his face, he is glad their bond is deepening.

Oop.

Their relationship is like two co-workers who see each other every day for years, but don’t know much about each other.

Well, until one day one co-worker has food and the other one is now like “Hey there, buddy whatcha got there”

Or uh, y’know. The more obvious Disney parallel given what Silver is and whom Cecil is twisted from.

(Assuming that 2 months from posting this, none of this breaks in Silver’s Room Relaxtion infodump. No fear: He had a generic mob roommate with no distinct qualities. One fear: “He has no roommate.”)

Cecil will certainly break one day and be his friend mutually. Somehow. Maybe all that kindness and faith in his abilities will finally get to him and maybe he won’t wanna do… whatever it is he might be planning.

Who can say for sure.

…

P.S Cecil dislikes Sebek. As an outsider looking in, how in the world those two ended up being close is beyond him.

[skywwwalker]

If youve read some of my revent work, i think you can understand my fascination with vampires (or vampyres). Butttttt i realized i hadn’t written any vamp!reader for anyone in cod or harry potter

So this is my official vamp!reader x tom riddle shit post.

I like to think that Tom realized somethingwas different about you when he couldn’t read your mind using Legilimency. It was sixth year at this point and you were a kept-together, quiet student. As a Slytherin, Tom knew your name but nevr paid attention to you until sixth year: people whispered about you when you passed by, teachers were noticeably more lenient with you on almost everything, your magic was extremely powerful and you were well practiced, and how striking your features were.

Professor privilege (or ‘special treatment’) consisted of you attending most classes but ignoring everything that was going on. You never slept- Tom noted- but were always doing somthing else. The differing activities you preformed didn’t disrupt the class, but the fact that you always did something else in every class was definitely an eyebrow raiser.

Your magic was powerful. Powerful, honed, practised, strong, and memorable. Tom was intrigued by how fluid your wand movements were, how quickly you could cast a spell, how lethal your movements were, and your ability to cast spells without a wand. As a sixth year, wandless incantations were growing more and more popular. But the fact that you could preform duels without your wand- strings of spells- without so much as a twitch of the hand was extraordinary.

Tom didn’t want to say you were pretty, but in all honesty, you were incredibly attractive in Tom’s opinion. Your sculpted eyebrows paired with the stony stare in your eyes? The way your cheekbones hung over your guant face was further enhancing Tom’s interest in you. Your chin and jawline were prominent, a perfect mix of sharp and piercing.

Going more in depth in the people gossiping about you wasn’t really necessary. Some people- boys- were attracted to your facial and body features, ‘spcial treatment’, and just wanted to have sex. Other people- girls- were jealous of the interest many of their boyfriends gave you, were jealous of your smarts, and didn’t like you. You were powerful and you knew it. People didn’t like that.

These traits led Tom Riddle to the jarring conclusion that you were a vampyre. town further prove his theory, Tom often caught a glimpse of you wandering the corridors at night, paying no mind to the prefects and head boys and girls that saw you. You conversed easily ith the portraits and spirits- even befriending Peeves.

Evan Rosier was the one to bring up your existence during a Knights of Walpurgis meeting. Tom had listened to Rosier’s ideas- involving you with their agenda and bringing you into their organization. 

Tom had his doubts. He believed that you were not the right person to try to convince. Tom protested for no real reason. He himself didn’t even know why he was tensing up around your name, growing defensive as the conversation continued. Why?

Coincidentally Tom Marvolo Riddle came across you striding into the Forbidden Forrest that very same night.

He didn’t know why he followed you. Tom didn’t know that, for some reason, you intrigued and infuriated him to no end. Why must you effortlessly best him at every activity? Why must you look so unbothered after singlehandedly destroying three seventh year Quidditch players after making a bet that you couldn’t win against them as a 3 versus 1? Why, pray tell, were you the only person on Tom’s mind after seeing your sly smirk when you stumbled across something undeniably inappropriate in your book? Why you? Why-

“Stop thinking so loudly.”

Tom stood- frozen- as you moved into an open clearing. You clicked your tongue a few times and whistled. After doing it a few times in a pattern, Tom realized you were summoning something.

“What did you follow me for?” Your voice was crisp and audible despite the distance between the two of you that was closing slowly. Tom inched forward, hesitating for one of the few times in his life.

“Why did you sneak out? I could report you to the headmaster for this. You’ve done this before, so I could get you in trouble for a long time.”

You showed no reaction as you tilted your ear up. You whistled again. “Step back, please.”

Tom didn’t know why he complied but he did. A second later, a large winged animal emerged from the trees. A hippogriff, Tom realized. “Did you hear me? I said-“

“Do even know my name, Tom Riddle?” You finally turnd around. Your face was even more haunting in the moonlight. “If you have seen me sneak out numerous times before, why haven’t you already told anyone? You have nothing to blackmail me with, so I am confused by your reasoning for following me.” You watched Tom for a second. The hippogriff whinnied shyly behind you and you immediately turned your sharp gaze away.

Tom realized that he liked your sharp eyes on him. He liked when you looked at him like you could crush him- knowing that you could, in fact, crush him. But then Tom realized that you knew his name.

You cooed and murmured something to the hippogriff that was inaudible to Tom. You patted the animal’s side and mounted the beast. You cooed a few more words at the animal before turning to Tom. “If you come with me, I can answer some of your questions. You’re an awfully curious fellow, Tom. Very smart…”

“You can read my thoughts?”

“Like an open book,” you snickered. “I’m leaving in ten seconds- as does your opportunity for answers.”

The hippogriff’s feet stamped anxiously, eargerly awaiting departure.

Tom’s jaw set. Did he really want to? He couldn’t answer the question as he took a step forward.

“Bow first,” you commanded quietly.

Withholding a scoff, Tom scoured the animal’s eyes before bending down at the waist. The blasted animal waited until Tom’s entire core burned to caw and return the bow. 

Tom struggled to mount. He couldn’t quite wrap his arm and get his leg up to the beast. He glowered, hearing your breathy chuckle. “Help me.”

Your eyes seemed to smile. You reached out a hand and waited impatiently for Tom to take it.

Despite how impressed Tom was at how easily you lugged him up, he grumbled. “Where are we going?”

“To eat,” you replied simply. “Better hold on, Tom, I ride fast.”

Tom grumbled. He didn’t want to hear the coyness in your tone at the last sentence. “I don’t need to hold on.”

Suddenly, the hippogriff lurched forward and Tom’s throat let out a choked cry. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and scooted further into you as the beast rose into the air. He grumbled some more after prying his forhead from your shoulder and opening his eyes.

“There’s food at the castle,” Tom whispered with a ragged voice. “What are you going to eat?”

“Not the kind of stuff I need,” you chuckled. “They don’t keep fresh blood for me there.”

[whereserpentswalk]

How to get away with Murder.

If you are reading this document you are attempting to get away with murder while in human form if you are looking on how to get away with murder in human inhabited areas without taking human form look at document 5943021-8575840 if you are looking how to get away with taking a human life in the form of an animal or object look at document 4893200-49211211. If you feel you’ve been assinged this document wrongly consult your superior officer.

If you are looking to take the life of a human while in human form it is important before anything to stress that this is extremely frowned upon within human society. Humans cannot recover from death in any known way without assistance from the paranormal. In most cases, committing murder will lead to humans preforming a type of physical bonding spell on you by sealing you away in something known as jail or sometimes something called asylum. If you are in one of these places you will not be able to return to incorporeal form as you are being watched and quantum physics will prevent you from any form of success. There is also a chance that you will die in your human body. As previously stated you do not want to die in your human body. Along with any person consequences the organization will consider you personally responsible.

The first important step as to committing a murder is to be unseen. Your attempts to avoid quantum entanglement have already made you somewhat accustom to this. As corporeal beings human body are most easily destroyed by damaging specific body parts. While in your human body pay attention to the blob on the top of your body, that contains not only several sensory organs, but also a type of soul made out of meat called a brain, this is by far the most vulnerable target. Notable objects that can also be targeted on the human body are what are known as necks (what connects the head to the rest of the human), and the various squishy machines inside of the ribs. Do not attack the long bits of the human known as limbs, if you attack them the human will scream a lot, and you don’t want them to do this as this is known to be a way of summoning other humans. Once you have murdered a human, you may proceed to covering up the murder.

There are many weapons that can be used for murder. While in a human body magic is possible but not recommended, actions comes naturally to humans and magic does not. However, humans have many sorts of objects that can be used for killing each other, and in fact they have made many. There are many sharp pieces of metal known to do that job. A type of metal object known as a gun often is used, perhaps to bludgeon someone, as it is made of metal and rather heavy. Though it is possible guns serve a purpose not yet known to us. Also note that many chemicals interact with human bodies poorly, as does a type of ethereal creature known as fire. But be warned! The Fire will also try to attack you, that we know from experience. Dropping a human from a large height will do it, and so will surrounding the human with enough water, we do not know why this is, some have theorized humans are naturally very afraid of heights and water.

The best way to cover up the murder is to destroy the body. It is possible you could put the body inside of a place humans expect dead things to be, such as a forest, a subway station, a water, a warzone or a garbage this will make humans feel that the body is something normal and not something to be investigated. Better yet, make the human body look homeless (a type of banishment curse humans perform on each other for not properly sacrificing to the high priests of their religion capitalism) and the fact that they are laying dead somewhere sad will be considered especially normal. It may also help to destroy the human’s face and/or fingerprints. Destroying the body totally may also be a recommended strategy, but do not attempt to eat the entire body directly after the murder, we have tried and this has proven itself to be hard if not impossible to attempt no matter how natural it may seem.

If you are caught committing murder, you will be put through a type of ritual known as a trial. The trail is where humans decide weather they like the human who committed the crime more then the person who was a victim of the crime, as to decide if it’s really worth it putting them through their consequences. Remember that jail is bad and that you do not want to go there. The best way to get away with any crime is to have sufficiently pale skin, and sufficiently large amounts of an item known as money. (We recommend this for anyone trying to take on a human body for various reason).

There are other things that you can do to make humans like you enough to not really care that you killed someone. It is best to make sure you cry on television as to make people sympathetic. Make it so you seem like the victim for being accused of murder. Show pictures of yourself with an animal known as a dog. Mention that you have parents (humans are more sympathetic to people who have parents). Mention your love of the piece of land that you’re on, as well as your loyalty to popular capitalist celebrity Jesus Christ. Take on a well desired profession such as police officer, politician, CEO, child of politician, or child of CEO. Avoid certain professions such as criminal, unemployed, drug addict, or YouTuber. In general make it so that the entire ordeal is more about how society treats murder, rather then the exact details of if you killed someone or not. People will say things about how nobody can really know if you killed someone, but it wasn’t fair how the media treated you.

Good job reading. You are now allowed to attempt to kill a human while in human form.

[krunklys]

Why Batcest is a Thing

I was talking with my friend the other day and while she's not a batcest shipper, she asked me why I was. I said that I don't think I take it to the same extremes some other people do, a few things that aren't a personal favorite of mine would be any of the REALLY younger kids with Bruce or say Dick and Damian. It's mostly the age gap that gets to me.

But she asked why I liked JayTim and I had a time explaining it to her and I wanted to bring it here as a sort of explanation, I suppose for people who might not enjoy batcest ships.

first of all, the name. Batcest is... an interesting name. A lot of arguments you'll come across is that they're not actually related, or there are some fanfics out there for aus where one of them (most commonly Tim or Jason) were never apart of the Batfamily in the first place. Of course, there are some where they are! Because, at the end of the day, in Canon they do share a family. But the implication of it being incest can be a real no no for people, even if it's not. Dick wasn't adopted into the family for quiet some time (I think he was adopted around the same time Tim was but I'm not a 100% sure, not to mention he acted as his ward and then aged out of it), Jason was adopted but after his return to life has regularly denied his part in the family (Look at literally any Red Hood Comic, though I do prefer to look at the New 52 Red Hood and The Outlaws for his feelings towards Bruce and the Wayne's in general), Tim was adopted but was later emancipated (in Red Robin), and Damian has a blood relation to Bruce only. Morally, there can be a problem with it but for mow shippers, since this is fiction, the lack of blood relation means there's no problem. Remember! They're not real people. Adoptive relationships, or pseudo familial ones, they don't see these relations as any reason to not ship them! And in later points, I go into why. And if people really had a problem with this pseudo familiar relationships, take for example Tim and Jason who have never once lives under the same roof nor have any legal connection to each other through Bruce, then on principal alone they should have a problem with Cassandra and Stephanie - Cass is adopted by Bruce, yes, but Bruce has also claimed Stephanie as part of the family and includes her in family talks. Does that not make them family members? No. They're friends or girlfriends, depending on how you want to interpret them.

Secondly, the canon relationships that any of the Bats have with their partners. I could go through all of them and explain the nuance of the relationships but I'll simplify for the sake of the post. In Bruce's sake, whether it be Talia or Selina or for the more fanon ones like Clark and Min Khoa (i think that's how you spell that, I'm not sure though!), there's no denying that in Canon these relationships don't pan out. Talia and Bruce have moral problems, even if she was originally a spy and didn't kill, and Selina and Bruce have an entire history of problems. For Dick, himself and Barbara are much of the same. A sweet beginning until something comes in to ruin it and they break up. Take, for example, the newest Nightwing run (on webtoon and not technically canon, i know). Barbara breaks up with Dick because she feels disconnected from him and like he's still preforming for her, but they have no conversation about this prior to it. With Kori, I'm not as knowledgeable about why they broke up, all I know is that they did and it was ugly. Another example is Tim! Himself and Stephanie didn't work out because she couldn't trust him, due to now knowing his identity, and then she faked her death, causing the distrust between them both. These are only a few examples of how relationships work out for Bats and in my personal opinion I think it's because of a ack of understanding for the characters, their love interests I mean. And in fanon, partners for Batfamily members tend to be washed down - Kon acts as an emotional crutch for Tim, Roy has morals he simply does not stand with anymore in Canon in JayRoy fics, Barbara is an anecdote in DickBarbara fics, and Selina is barely featured in Bruce fics. Not to mention the simple lack of wlw fics in the fandom that aren't background.

Due to this, the shipping of Batfamily members together is only natural. The characters share similar morals or in the case of Tim have such complicated morals that in fandom you can pick and choose what to use. They're fleshed out, have a canon relationship with multiple layers to it, and complete each other in many ways. In comparison to some of the fandom favorite ships like SuperBat or BirdFlash, where we only see a two dimensional aspect of their relationship recently, then the shipping of characters like Jason and Tim or Tim and Dick together is a natural conclusion to reach.

And Finally, History and old characteristics. It was mentioned before in another post that I'll try to hunt down for you guys and link in a repost because it will be WORLDS better than what I could write and have much more research thrown into it than this does, but originally there were a lot of implications under their relationships, specifically Bruce and Dick. Wardships programs were used by a lot of gay people when gay marriage was illegal, so were adult adoptions. It was to have a legal connection in whatever way possible. And I think in a really old comic, Dick has a dream where he's living in the manor as an adult still with Bruce. Bruce has a portrait of them together. They eat breakfast together in their pajamas or underwear, and spend all their time together. Batman regularly saves Robin over civilians and for his relationships, sometimes they wouldn't work out simply because of Dick. It worked this way for many Superheroes and their sidekicks in the "golden age" of comics! Batman has always had queer undertones since his creation but adding Robin into the mix just proved this. Like it or not, Bruce and Dick had sexual and romantic implications to their relationship since the character was first introduced in the 40s.

As for Old characteristics, in the New 52 i feel as though some of the characters have been washed down do their base characteristics. They lack depth in a way some characters don't or in a way some do, particularly in fanon. Dick's possessive originally and I see people talking about his anger issues as a child a lot, especially in comparison to Jason's Robin run, but either way - the characters have changed throughout the years. That doesn't mean that people can't cling on to their old relationships or even their old personalities. People are so fond of making Jason insane and crazy and Hella mean when in recent adaptations, he's a normal vigilante for all intents and purposes. He's not even a crime lord anymore, I'm pretty sure he still owns the Iceberg Lounge. That's all to say that the boys used to be a lot closer than they are now, especially Tim and Dick and Dick and Bruce.

The conclusion to my explanation to her is that batcest is much of the same as any other ships - picking and choosing what to take from canon to put two people together into a relationship that you like. It's a work of fiction and while that's important to remember, it doesn't say anything about you in real life! you don't enjoy real life incest if you like JayTim. That's all to say si that there's reasons behind it that some people like and some people don't. She wasn't swayed by my answer but accepted it since she couldn't deny that the Batfamily has been explored on and their relationships together so much more than their relationships with anyone else, canon or fanon.

[mastermindmiko]

Request: Where reader is jealous of some girl who flirts ron. And ron and reader have passionate sex

Thank you so much for the request! I hope you don't mind, but I've left out the smutty parts because I feel uncomfortable writing them. Sorry it took so long.

Green eyed monster and green skin girl

Pairing: Ron Weasley + reader

word count: 1008

Summary: Lavender gets too close to your boyfriend

Warnings: jinxes, some sexual innuendos, y/n being kinda cruel, maybe some mistakes? noot proofread

Hey! If you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist.

Ron has always been a jealous person. Sometimes, it didn't even make sense why he was jealous. It had sprouted over years of insecurity and feeling like his brothers were better than him. I've always tried to reassure him and make sure that he felt loved.

What didn't make sense, though, was the fact that today, Ron wasn't jealous, I was. So when madame Sprout announced that Ron's partner was Lavender I was too busy fisting my pen in my palm and trying to ignore her obnoxious laughter than celebrating the fact that Neville was my partner which guaranteed me an O.

They were sitting in the seats a few feet in front of Neville and I, and after a few minutes, I couldn't resist the urge to glare at the back of Lavender's head.

Poor Neville was trying to explain something to me, but I couldn't help but fantasize about chopping off Lavender's long blonde hair or even better yet, setting her whole head on fire.

My blood was already boiling, but when Lavender let out a high-pitched giggle and decided to place her hands on my boyfriend's arm, I was seeing red. All I was thinking about was how after the lesson, I couldn't wait to give her a piece of my mind.

Suddenly, I didn't have to wait till the end of the lesson because her hair caught fire. She started screaming and shouting. There was chaos all around her, and I tried to ignore it as much as I could. I didn't know I was that angry.

"How could you do such a thing?" Hermione whispers, angrily from the chair behind me after madame Sprout poured water on Lavender's head, leaving her looking like a drowned rat. I shrug my shoulders and avoided her gaze, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Please! Everyone here noticed the way you wanted to stab her." Hermione scolded, and I scoffed at her (very true) insinuation. I said, "I did not want to stab her."

"You did, too. I stopped explaining ten minutes ago." Neville pipped in from beside me. I rolled my eyes and huffed. I turned back to find that Lavender's hair was intact and after a quick drying spell, she looked normal again.

Lavender continued her antics and pressed on my boyfriend's bicep, no doubt telling him how fit he was. Ron flushes and awkwardly shifts away from her. He looks back at me to find me glaring at both of them.

Lavender looks back at where Ron's looking and notices me. Her face turns to disgust. She looks me up and down, then scoffs, and she looks back to the front. I growl and try to claw at her from behind my table while Neville holds me back. Neville says, "You can't go to Azkaban for murder!"

"You're right, Neville." I say while straightening out my uniform before sitting down in the stool again. I grab my pen and whisper, "There are too many witnesses here anyway."

"What was that?"

"Nothing!" I reply, feigning innocence. Thankfully, the lesson is over in a few minutes. Neville and everyone else leaves the greenhouse. I wait, noticing how Lavender has my boyfriend cornered, talking to him about something idiotic.

Ron stops her mid sentence and rushes out of the greenhouse before she can catch him again. Lavender huffs and flips a bit of her hair over her shoulder. It was my moment, I slung my back over my shoulder, and as I walked towards her, I flick my wand to preform one of my favourite spells.

After it's done, I grin, satisfied. She's done packing when I reach her. I clear my throat and she looks at me. The give her a fake smile then say, "You should really know not to touch what isn't yours, especially since I know that you know that Ron isn't yours."

"What are you going to do if I don't?" Lavender replies with a hand on her hip. I smile, and head to the door, leaving the greenhouse, but not before replying, "You'll know."

Ron's waiting outside, fidgeting anxiously. I ignore him and walk a few steps towards the castle. Ron follows muttering, "I'm so sorry, I would never-"

"Relax, Ron. You were great, she, on the other hand...she'll get her punishment." I mutter the last part of my sentence. Ron looks confused. He asks, "What do you mean?"

A few laughs are heard and then a loud scream. I grin, knowing what happened. Ron looks back at the havoc that's occurring, and his eyes go wide. I can only imagine what he must be seeing, Lavender with green skin and hair. Ron looks back at me, eyes wide. Then, his face turns into what can only be described as incredibly smug.

"You're jealous." Ron says, and I look at him, mouth agape. I was, but no way I was telling him. I roll my eyes, but the blush on my cheeks betrays me. I huff, "You're insane."

"You're very jealous." Ron replies and lets out a chuckle at the end. I pout and start marching away from him. Ron wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me to his chest.

He presses his lips to mine and raises his hand to cradle my face. It's slow and passionate. I open my mouth, and he deepens the kiss. I feel butterflies in my stomach. He parts, voice significantly deeper, "You're very sexy when you're jealous, darling."

He trails his other hand and fidgets with the hem of my skirt. My eyes widen, and I look around to find no one noticing. Ron whispers into my ear, "How about...we go to my dorm, and I'll remind you how you're the only one for me."

He presses a long kiss to my lips again, but this time, it's filled with lust. A need grows inside me, and I can't help but let out a small moan when he pinches my waist. Ron doesn't waste any time taking us to his dorm.

a/n: I think you can guess what happens next. I hope this was good, its my first time writing a request, I hope I did it justice.

[dgknightblue]

Some back story for the Fenton parents!

Jack is part Romani and he is the golden boy in the family because he looked exactly like one of their ancestors Fentonightingale (how is it spelled?).

Maddie is part Wiccan and the Fenton kin didn’t like that as they took pride in their history of witch hunting, so the Fenton kin forbade them from interacting with them unless it was for either a divorce or needed their help with supernatural they couldn’t handle and had no other choice.

Of course it wasn’t the whole family that rejected them, just the older generation at the time they were still in college.

Most of the people who didn’t like them were old and a foot in the grave (some fully in the grave as the years go by), slowly the more accepting members (and a few secretly doing things like Jack did regarding taste in partners) took those positions in the family and changed the attitude of how they handle things.

They would have reached out to Jack and his family to tell them it would be okay to come around, but they didn’t have a way to contact them. No number or knowledge of where they went.

It didn’t help that most of them left the country to pursue a more freeing life.

Maddie’s family doesn’t have many Wiccan’s anymore, and they don’t preform ceremonies much but a few do still want to keep up the traditions.

Eventually a shift in the supernatural side caused them to get back into it full force, all or nothing. (That was their attitude after all)

They had a few incidents over the years but it was far and in between before the shift.

(They didn’t shun them as much, it was just that they were more of the isolated types to get swept up in their interests hence why they see them more than Jack’s side)

Something like that.

[crowpickingss]

Could you do one a Maleficent x Hades GN youngest child stuck back in time who’s platonic with Morgie and the young couple feel an urge of protection towards them and tries to keep them apart after Red and Chloe forgets them ??

Protection

hades x malefient and gn! reader (platonic)

summary: hades and maleficent protect the reader after the reader goes back in time

warnings: spells

a/n: tysm for the request! I don’t have anything else to say lol

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When your parents split you were sent with hades while your sister Mal was sent with Maleficent. Hades wasn’t the worst father but he wasn’t the best. He was always rambling on about how Maleficent was the worst and how he wished he dumped her in high school.Merlin Academy always came up when he was talking about her.

When the barrier was gone and the isle and aurodon joined together you were finally allowed to go to the same school your sister did. What you didn’t expect was to be caught in the middle of a high school revenge. It all happened so fast and ended with Red and Chloe fighting.

You stepped in to intervene but was also sent back in time. While Red and Chloe were running off doing whatever they can to change the evil queen you were more interested in the VK’s. Their entrance was quite funny, the image of Uliana’s flamingo face caused you to laugh.

After the whole flamingo feather incident the VK’s split. Hades and Maleficent noticed you walk away, a small urge to protect hit them like a bullet. It was strange they had never felt this way before it was a very new feeling.

Wanting to get closer to you but not wanting to have to put in the effort they sent Morgie instead. You two hit it off talking about your interest and animals. Eventually he invited you to hang out with the VK’s.

That’s when Maleficent and Hades started to get closer. Taking a sort of parental role. You thought they were being nice but when Hades set a guys locker on fire because he was gossiping about you. Your suspicion started.

They were very judgmental and quick to snap at anyone who hurt you. They always invited you to stay at their dorm. One thing they didn’t like was that you were friends with Chloe and Red. Maleficent suggests to Hades they use a spell to make you lose all memory’s of Red and Chloe.

Hades was skeptical at first but when he saw you hanging out with Bridget he was on board. One night when you were asleep they preformed the spell causing all memory’s of Red or Chloe to vanish.

You stopped seeing Red and Chloe and soon they forgot about you too. They finally had you semi under control. Morgie always questioned why they did it they never told the truth just that they didn’t like who you were with or how something happened.

You soon became a full blown student at Merlin Academy. Your life back in present time starting to fade. When one day Red reappeared with Chloe. Maleficent and Hades saw that they were back but didn’t worry, you had forgotten about them nothing would happen.

Except it did when Red saw you she took you back to present time. When Hades and Maleficent couldn’t find you they were mad, then sad and then numb. Eventually they got over it. But you remained in the back of their minds.

When you returned to present day you were sent back to the Isle. You soon found out that Hades and Maleficent never split. So she never made friends with the evil queen and cruella. So Mal was never sent to aurodon and so the barrier was still up.

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[stuck-in-jelly]

Found myself thinking about Lissa, how all of the conversations about her are exclusively from unreliable narrator stand points.

With most flash back sequences we often the truth unfold. While in the story it is being recalled we as the audience get to see how everything actually went down, the narrators voice fading into the true scene but Lissa is never granted that same treatment.

In every flashback or mention of her she never speaks for herself, never recalls her own memories or her choices. It was always narrated by her children or by her ex-husband, all of which don’t have the full story from each other.

I think it is best symbolized in how every time anyone speaks of her it is through 2D story format.

She has a 3D model, one that is used for a large scene but it isn't used when Viren is recalling his memories with her and in-between that Kpp'Ar gets an animated sequence but not her.

Even if it wasn't intentional, it highlights how much of Lissa we still don't really know about. Everyone who speaks of her doesn't truly have her side of the story, they dont know her thoughts, her feelings, her actions and why she did them. They don't ever have the full picture.

We see her in the show once, when she speaks to Claudia and tries to talk her down.

But that isn’t Lissa speaking.

It's Soren.

It’s what Soren thinks of his mom, its what he thinks she would say to Claudia or maybe its even what he wants to say to Claudia and in turn to himself. They tell themselves stories of their mother in place of her.

Viren remembers her as a weeping woman he assaulted, Claudia remembers her as angrily shouting at her father, and judging by Lunjanne’s performance Soren remembers her as an elegant woman. Lissa has never been truly seen.

Which is fascinating because thinking about it Lissa is the only one of them to have the full story of their past.

Lissa knows what happened to Kpp’ar, she knows the spell preformed on Soren, She remebers a time with Claudia in the groove, and only she, now that Viren is dead, knows the real reason why she left.

It’s insane the amount of closure she holds in her hands for her children, the amount of things she can tell them but never has, and maybe never will. Perhaps like Viren, she will take it to the grave.

But we don’t really know if she would or would not.

[verysmolnerd]

You know what? Frik it!!! Some characters are getting booped!! By you!! 🐾🐾🐾

Otto Octavius:

He wasn’t expecting it one bit. He was hard at work and this attack came out of nowhere!

You had caught him overworking so many times, you’ve lost count at this point!

So, when it comes to dragging him away from the desk, you’ve gotten more creative.

There are times where you have lured him away by using your newlywed charm, and then there are times when it’s absolutely bonkers.

You’ve pulled him away with his spinny chair, you’ve even pulled it out from under him.

It gets a laugh out of him every time. Why? Because it shows him how much you care. When he loses track of time, you’re there to remind him.

He sometimes gets excited when he notices what time it is. Because it’s time for your mischief again.

You walked up to his chair and rested a hand on his broad shoulder.

“Hello, my dear. How are-“

You booped him right on his crooked nose. 🐾

What was once a look of adoration turned to one of shock. His eyes are wide and mouths agape; he couldn’t make heads or tails of it!

In fact, the piece of machinery that was in his hand fell to the table.

With the power of the boop, You powered off Otto. Cute and absolutely priceless.

Doc Ock:

How many times must he bolt the entrances down?! It seems like you’re always finding ways in here!!

He seems to close off one exit, and then he turns around to see you -his loving partner who’s more stubborn than they should be- arms open ready to embrace him.

You love him far too much, and he can’t take it at times. He’s no longer in control of his body, his free will is gone. He’s a slave to his own creation.

And yet.. you’re still there, for kisses, for comfort… it’s amazing, gobsmacking even. To have someone who will show him the light when he’s stuck in the darkest pits.

Regardless, he’s working nonstop: welding, wiring, or stealing; Doctor Octopus has been always working. Never resting.

He was placing another one of the components for his containment chamber when he heard a crashing noise.

He huffs when he sees that you had fallen out of the air vents. Scabs, dust, and dirt littered your face; but still a smile grazes your features.

He opens his mouth to say something, but you are quick to rise to your feet.

“For the last time. Get out-“

Boop attack!! 🐾🐾

The arms stop whatever they are doing and fall to the ground, limp.

They soon rise up and become docile for a brief moment. Chirping, nearing you.

And Otto? He’s in shock.

He looks at you with an aghast smile appearing on his face as you both discovered a way to fight the actuator’s influences.

The power of the boop. In the palm of your hand.

Maxim Horvath:

You were practicing alongside him. As per usual, he’s showing that tough love you’re so “ever” fond of.

It’s not like you hate training, it’s just that it gets tedious at times and there’s no banter between the two of you.

When you preform a spell correctly, you hear his huff of approval. Yep. That’s your indication.

When it’s time for a break you sit across from him in the fanciest chairs known to man. He has style, you’ll give him that.

He has a critical eye, reading a person is almost second nature to him. He’s been a live for a thousand years, after all.

Nothing seems to catch him off guard anymore, well, you don’t think anything ever did… until later in the evening.

It’s your turn to cook, despite his protests…. So when he took back the stove using magic, you weren’t surprised.

So, you had your own trick up your sleeve as you slowly approach him.

“Whatever you’re trying, I suggest you stop. It’s not going to work-“

Beep bap! Boop attack! 🐾🐾

You laugh at his shocked expression…. But then you start running when the furniture starts floating and is launched at you.

Snidley Whiplash:

With all the criminals piling into the bank, you would think that you’d be shaking in your boots… you’re not.

It’s Snidely and his hang you can see the top hat set atop his proud head as his incompetent criminals part like the sea.

“Give us your money and all of your gold.”

You roll your eyes despite the shouting you’re getting from your boss.

“Or what? You’ll drop an anvil on me?”

An array of clicks could be heard from all the pistols.

“Or we’ll shoot you!”

You can’t even count how many gun muzzles are pointed directly at your head.

Snidely looms over the counter, while you swat away your boss. Silently urging them to call the police. They run away, covering the ulterior motive by saying, “You’re on your own!”

“Hoo hoo,” you almost laugh from his stupid cackle. So you decide to lean forward, challenging him instead.

Snidely starts to lean back, unsure of what you’re planning.

“You think you can oppose, Snidely k Whiplash. Well, thing agai-“

You’ve been hit by🐾🐾 you’ve been struck by🐾🐾a boop criminal!

A blush adorns his face, as does the blinding police sirens outside.

He has heart eyes locked on you while he’s being pushed inside the squad car.

Hugh Weldon:

He had taken you star gazing. A common date, but a lovely one nonetheless.

You happily sit on the blanket while he excitedly tells you everything about the constellations he could see.

You felt like you could be his best student if you weren’t dating. Seeing him smile feels like your lifelong mission… and who are you to deny him of such happiness?

He had draped his coat over your shoulders, smiling with how it essentially swallowed you.

But now, you find that his ways of showing affection are short and sweet while dates are long and romantic. Cute.

He kissed you right before he went to view the stars, leaving you wanting more. So you swore for revenge.

So when he sat next to you, the trap was set.

When he opened his mouth, you got ready to strike.

“I think I saw the Orion constellation-“

He just triggered a boop attack!! 🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾

He laughs and allows you to attack him with kisses as well.

You got him back, in the best way.

Comte de Reynaud:

The spring festival is in full swing, and you couldn’t help but notice that the Comte was watching from afar.

You don’t know why it s a shock to you considering that he’s there every single year after his wife left him.

He always looks so gloomy or cold and calculating. Always looking out for his people, never for himself.

Well, it’s about time someone looked out for him.

You made your way over to him, and you find that his demeanor is a tad bit different. He looks uplifting, like he had a sudden change of heart.

And you’re especially shocked when he asks, “May I have this dance?”

He’s not light on his feet, however, when the music slows…. That’s a different story.

He holds you like a man deeply in love and you couldn’t help, but wonder what caused this change.

When the songs softly decrescendo to an end, he pulls you closer.

“I believe that I-“ he stops himself.

Oh hell no! Boop for answers! 🐾🐾

His eyes flutter as he finishes his sentence, “I love you.”

That passionate look in his eyes was the last thing you saw before he claimed your lips…. And your heart.

Kostya:

The landowner makes frequent visits to your humble shop. You find that he does a lot of the manual work himself alongside others.

You know he likes you, by the way he gazes at you from across your shop. Some of the people who work here as well can see the adoration in his eyes. It’s as clear as day.

However, the shy landowner is famously known for holding his own words. Dying with his own verbal desires.

So, if you wanted anything to do with him, it would be on your own accord. You’d make the first move.

It seems like all the patrons are rooting for you as well, as you tap your fingers on your counter; thinking on what to do.

So when he enters the shop the same time he always does, you’re quick to accompany him; offering your help.

Rather than wanting anything, he takes the opportunity to talk to you. He’s very flustered when he admits it.

Honestly, he’s just a flustered mess to begin with.

“I’m sorry, I-“

Take that! Boop attack! 🐾🐾

His mouth is agape and it seems his flushed expression spread to you.

He quickly composes himself and asks you out on a date. That was his plan after all.

The boops brought him out of his shell.

Armand Gamache:

Reading together in the evenings is a common occurrence between you two.

You sit on his lap while he’s facing the fireplace. Three Pines is a cold and grueling place, but when you’re together, the freezing temperatures don’t appear to be all that bitter.

You’re cuddled right up next to him as he reads the page, pausing for you to read as well.

He had chosen another book about escapism. You’ve read so many with him that you don’t remember the names of the books, just the plot.

You don’t mind at all, you wouldn’t trade these moments for anything. Because normally, it ends up being a de-stressor for the both of you.

However, you were feeling a bit of mischief tonight. You’re always antsy when you’re plotting a scheme, he knows it all too well.

“What are you planning?”

And it was at that moment… he got booped. 🐾

He arches a brow, not sure what to make of this at first.

But then he marks the page he left off in and tightened his embrace on you. Peppering you with kisses until you couldn’t breathe.

Then he boops you as well, making you burst out in laughter.

It seems he has a few tricks of his sleeve as well.

[descenderintofantasy]

How Exactly Were The Villains PUT On The Isle?

Firstly, I need to establish that I don't believe the contributing spell that helped Hades bring the villains back was LIGHT magic. (if it was, then why was it not used on the dead good guys? Like Shang's father.)

Meaning that the spell could not have been preformed actually ON the Isle. As 'evil magic doesn't work on the Isle.'

With this in mind I have to ask....HOW exactly were the villains rounded up and PUT on the Isle?

I ask you how exactly did the auradon forces go up against villains like Hades, Maleficent, Ursula?.

These villains would have had FULL ACCESS TO THEIR POWERS in the time that they were brought back, and the Isle was built.

You REALLY think they would have GONE QUIETLY as guards place them 'under arrest?'

It makes you think huh? What exactly did beast have DONE to GET the villains on the Isle?

[sag-dab-sar]

No, We Aren't "Orthoprax"

I'm speaking about neo-paganism, neo-polytheism, left hand path, non-initiation witchcraft, non-initiation occultism

Orthodoxy = Correct Belief

Orthopraxy = Correct Practice

Many people in these communities like to claim "we aren't like Christianity (alt: Abrahamic Religons). We are orthoprax not orthodox!"

This is simply wrong.

Disclosure: I am a Hellenic Revival Polytheist, Sumerian Revival Polytheist, and practice Shinto.

Orthopraxy

Some practices:

Ngöndro in Tibetan Buddhism

Mounting in Las 21 Divisiones

Offering sequence in Shinto

Mass Rites in Catholic Christianity

Salat in Islam

Halakha in Orthodox Judaism

Yasna in Zoroastrianism

Baptism in Mandaeism

Sāmāyika in Jainism

These are all examples of things needing to be done in specific ways— ie correct practice. Some of the examples also include correct belief. Because Orthopraxy and Orthodoxy are not mutually exclusive.

These things require proper learning from individuals (or things written by individuals) who already know how to do the proscribed activity correctly.

Of course some traditions will have things that must be done a correct way while other things are left up to the individual because there is so much to account for in human experience, but I think I got the point across.

Dichotomy?

In these communities the discussion around orthopraxy and orthodoxy uses a "versus" as a split between the two. When that over simplification leads to complete misunderstanding of the actual terms.

Some things are both correct belief and correct practice— Islam.

Some are just correct practice— Shinto

Some are just correct belief— Protestant Christianity

Some are neither— Neo-Paganism et al

Our related entwined communities don't fully understand this in my opinion. People try to use this dichotomy to separate their new found practices from the dreaded boogyman Christianity— or Abrahamic Religions—instead of actually learning what it means. They want to race to assure new people that "We Aren't Like Them" and they use the word orthopraxy to convey the idea.

Modern DIY Community

If there is a right way to do something that means there is a wrong way to do something.

The vast majority of neo-pagans, neo-polytheists, self identified witches, many occultists would get extremely annoyed if you called their way of doing things incorrect.

If it is "there is no correct way to be a witch/hellenic polytheist/eclectic pagan" then it is not orthoprax.

If it is "your practice is your own don't let others tell you it isn't" then it is not orthoprax.

If it is "there is no one right or wrong way to pray/ give offerings/ preform a spell" it's not orthoprax.

If it is "you can make up any correspondences/rituals/divination you want there are no guidelines" it is not ortnoprax.

The fact is: our practices are fundamentally neither correct belief nor correct practice. We are heteropraxy (different practices) and heterodoxy (different beliefs) even within the same general tradition, e.g Celtic paganism, Hellenic paganism, or even the concept of the different varieties of polytheism itself.

Why is this important?

We all express the idea that your practice/beliefs are your own and then literally contradict that by saying it's orthoprax. So lets look at how the communities being not orthoprax and being heteropraxy effects us— for better or worse.

1. Cultural Appropriation

The idea that there is no wrong way is why many in the communities get very upset when people say what they are doing is cultural appropriation, because they believe there is no wrong way to do things.

When you say "that's cultural appropriation" for them it translates to "you're doing paganism (et al) wrong!!!"

When you say worshipping Lilith as a non-Jew is wrong they say "she personally called to me! it cant be wrong! don't speak for her!"

When you say shamanism is specifically from Tungusic cultures they say "shamanism is a type of spirit work you're just gate keeping!"

When you say your practice is not smudging they say "its my preferred way of cleansing so its none of your business!"

This is a problem, our heteropraxy (different practice) bites us in the ass on this one. Because trying to convince people that something actually IS wrong flys in the face of what the communities tend to believe, that our personal practices can't possibly be wrong.

2. History Smishtory / Anti-Intellectualism

The idea that nothing is wrong practice wise and that no right belief exists fosters an environment for misinformed and disinformation.

Medusa was never a women's shelter symbol

Inana did not conquer death

"The original myth" ... blah blah

Dangerous new age ideas seeping in

No ancient prehistoric goddess worship perfect matriarchy exists

Evil Abrahamic Religion (usually Judaism) destroyed the beautiful Goddess worship— just thinly veils antisemitism

Easter is not Ištar

Thousands witches burned myth

If you ever point out historical inaccuracies you're blasted as not respecting personal beliefs (heterodoxy) and personal individual choice of practice (heteropraxy).

Often times this gets tossed into "you dont have to believe that [insert historical fact] because our religion is orthopraxy not orthodoxy!"

Accepting historical accuracy is NOT orthodoxy, its not a faith system or belief system, its just learning; being willfully ignorant of history because "my practice is my own" (heteropraxy) is simply anti-intellectualism.

Developing modern things (Medusa being patron of abused women) isn't wrong, but claiming it's definitely a historical thing is wrong imo.

3. The necessity of Do It Yourself

For those of us that do not live close to a community of others who share our faith and/or practice we feel isolated. We want to share what we do with like minded people.

If we truly were orthopraxic we would have to correct people on various aspects of the practice they share every single time they share it.

In general if we were picky about prayer, altars, and offerings to the extent orthopraxy demands we'd all have to stop sharing online.

There is a lot of attempted orthopraxy around the words we use which just leads to completely trivial arguments — Post discussing it link

If we actually tried to be orthopraxic we would hide from each other, it would become an incredibly lonely world for us.

4. Eclecticism

Eclectic neo-paganism/polytheism/witchcraft wanders into cultural appropriation, shallow understanding, ahisotrical facts, and unrestrained do it yourself often. Under the guise of "it's incredibly personal." Again, thats heteropraxy not orthopraxy.

Eclecticism isn't inherently bad but unrestrained personalization can have negative effects if you don't stop to deeply think about what you are adding and try to understand it. Things get striped down, devoid of meaning and context, and sometimes culturally appropriated.

For example, despite my post about not defining words for each other, eclecticism can take things like that to an extreme. I once chose to disagree with someone over the topic of veiling because I still believe words have meaning. And her "incredibly personal practice" was destroying the literal meaning of words. Post Link

5. Neo-Polytheism: Revivalism vs Reconstructionism

This is primarily confined to Hellenic Polytheism because I'm in that community. For another perspective from Irish Polytheism someone sent me this explanation — Post Link

There has been A LOT of discussions about how these two things absolutely shouldn't be differentiated.

I think this does a disservice because most reconstructionists (not all) are trying to create some level of orthopraxy even if that practice is coming from the ancient smoldering ashes of mostly dead traditions. Some practices are more easily reconstructed such as Roman or Greek than others such as Celtic or Iberian. Other variants of neo-polytheism may or may not care about building any orthopraxy.

The concept of there being no inappropriate offerings, there is no purity requirements, there are no ritual requirements, various historical inaccuracies can be dismissed because "well modern people believe it", inserting completely new things when its not entirely necessary — may go against reconstructionism's attempt at orthopraxy depending on the "strictness"; these are just examples. Many neo-pagans and neo-polytheists get extremely upset by these ideas which are orthopraxy...and it is extremely ironic when they claim the practice/religion is orthopraxic.

While some Hellenic Polytheism Reconstructionism works toward some level of orthopraxy; Hellenic Polytheism/Paganism as a whole is going to be heteropraxic and that is okay. Minus things such as complete disrespect for Greek culture/people or complete disrespect for the most fundamentally things in ancient Greek religion (eg. hating the gods).

6. How we conduct ourselves

When we accept and understand differences (on many sides) we can better respect each other.

Whenever a question comes up about what you can and cannot do in these communities it erupts into drama, tit for tat, and people deactivating accounts.

While some things can and should be criticized— bigotry, cultural appropriation, anti-intellectualism, invented history, disrespect for the culture ancient or otherwise, removing meanings—we do not have to claim everyone should be doing things in a very specific way.

Claiming everyone has to do x offering, everyone has to preform ritual in this way, everyone has to follow the same purity standards, everyone needs to pray in this style— IS ORTHOPRAXY.

And our communities hate it, so maybe we should stop saying we are what we hate.

-dyslexic not audio proof read-