#also bc his hair is fire and he doesn't have the energy to make fire rn

[toxictigertonic]

Alright, I've been cursed with new blorbos (don't worry DJ will always be my number one). Outlast trials has me in a chokehold, specifically Franco, but all the prime assets are running around in my brain causing problems. I'm subjecting you to my stupid food headcanons as a result:

COYLE

- This mother fucker drinks hot sauce. Like. Chugs the shit. You can't take him anywhere without him bringing a bottle of Tabasco.

- Takes his coffee black, but will add a little sugar if no one is looking. Can't let people know that he doesn't like plain black coffee.

- He feels like a big breakfast kinda guy, with all the fixings. If you took him to a diner that'd be what he'd get, no matter the time of day.

- Would he disgusted by energy drinks EXCEPT classic redbull. Now imagine this man hyped up on caffeine.

- Would still eat his scrambled eggs if he got shells in them. Would say some shit like "the shells put hair on your chest"

- Trusting this man to bake anything is a fire hazard, it doesn't matter if it's those pre cut cookie rolls, they're catching fire.

- Says he hates desserts then stares down a slice of pecan pie from across the room like it owes him money.

MOTHER GOOSEBERRY

- The only one I trust to cook tbh, and that's not saying much.

- If you took her to get coffee she'd get the sweetest thing on the menu (and Futterman would bitch and moan about it the whole time) or she'd get a chai latte. Futterman would demand a black coffee.

- I would trust her to make me an apple pie and then she'd put the drill in it bc the crust came out wrong.

- She feels like a woman who really likes jam. Maybe I am projecting but jam is cool.

- She will not touch an energy drink bc they taste bad to her, and bc Futterman would throw a fit about how bad they are for your teeth. No caffeine fueled death sprint for her, but based on her singing and the whole angel dust thing I don't think she needs it.

- I would make her pancakes she seems pretty cool.

- Likes the batter for desserts more than the finished products.

FRANCO

- God help us where do I begin

- On one hand I wanna say he makes some bomb ass Italian food. On the other hand I wanna say he burns cereal.

- Speaking of cereal, he's the kinda guy who let's his cereal turn to paste in the bowl before he eats it.

- Considering what we know about the wolf's milk drink, I'm frightened by this man's palette. Genuinely terrified.

- I think he would die if he tasted hot sauce. I think Coyle is aware of this fact and has plans.

- Give him an energy drink if you wanna see him start doing flips. He thinks they're gross but he's also like "fuck yeah pure sugar I love these"

- Likes his cookies so underdone that they're basically raw (me too chief)

- If you cooked him a homemade meal he'd cry while eating it. Then he'd get pissed because you made him cry.

- He's my little skrunkly doo so I'm feeding him wet plaster ❤️

If I'm wrong about anything bc it's actually stated in the lore I do not care tell Red Barrels to get their facts straight (/J I SWEAR)

I haven't had time to look at Gooseberry's or Coyle's lore so I don't know if they have some super important amazing cooking skills that I'm missing out on. Feel free to tell me if you think I'm wrong or have your own ideas about these idiots.

[rayroseu]

💚Mallevan/Levanoa Headcanons (2/?)

PART 01 PART 02⬇️

you guys dont know how often i brainrot about these couple who never even talked in game yet KDJAKSK

Am glad to see that Levan's receiving the "Yuusona treatment" because of the various ways that twst artists draws him lolol

• • • Headcanon 2.

Malenoa is the strongest of the trio. Because she is a royalty, she is much more knowledgeable about magic— particularly if its related to dragons. Naturally, she became kind of like a magical tutor to both Levan and Lilia when they were children.

i really like the thought of eastern dragons in TWST🥰 its a nice foreshadow that Levan is a Long bcs thats Malleus' Halloween costume✨

(if its really like that,,,, im going to cry bcs that means Malleus dressed up like his papa who he never knew 💔😭)

(also I'm praying with all my heart he's not some plot twist jerk in game like King Stefan from Maleficent 1 😭)

I think dragons are rare on TWST not only because they're really particular on their mates but also because raising one is extremely high maintainance.

Its 1: life threatening to the caretaker, 2: needs constant attention and love, 3: once it grows up, you even need to withstand its tantrums and emotions (who are btw magically powered) 😭💥

That's why I think ??? there's limited knowledge about mediating their power (so they just get stuck in this cycle of being the strongest but that very strength can bring disaster bcs its uncontrollable)

Thus, I thought of Malenoa being Levan's friend who teaches him about controlling his draconic powers because Levan doesn't really want to accidentally harm others because of his uncontrollable strength--✨✨✨

I like to think its because of Levan's pacifist nature that Land of Briar chose to have war treatiest first instead of just crushing the Silver Owls through Malenoa's military strength. He's aware that killing off humans would just make them more hostile to faes in general, and I don't think both Malenoa and Levan wants Malleus to grow up in war once he hatches-

—

Levan's fire is purple because I remember getting surprised when Overblot Malleus used that on his attack despite Land of Briar/Malenoa (?) being "mainly green colored" all this time...

So, I think that's one magic he got from his father??? because most of his features already derives from Malenoa (horns, tail, magic (i think his green fire is from Malenoa), straight hair, etc)

The purple fire might've originate from Malleus' mastery of void magic (I hc their dorm spells' element are their forte magic and Dorm Malleus is double void card) but we've never seen void magic used like a fire... its usually like an energy beam right? I think it was so exciting when he attacked like that💜👆‼️✨ (I literally squealed lol its so pretty?? but I know I'll die from that lol)

I love the thought that Lilia is the "mom friend"/"sensible friend" of this trio... 😂 because he says hes the one constantly working for these couple... mostly to deal with their antics lol

plus Lilia is literally the sole person working for Levan and Malenoa to meet together right now---

since Levan's missing and Malenoa can’t really leave the castle since she’s guarding unhatched Malleus--- and its just a bad move to send the best queen on the frontlines when they can just send Lilia yk 😆

i hope we get more dragon egg lore and also specifically egg malleus reveal🙌🙌 like how do THEY take care of a dragon egg anyway.... do they put it on cradles as well like human babies??? or their parents will hold them since they require vast amount of love-

i'd used to think malleus backstory would be his child self being lonely (which in the future might??? but for now?? his backstory is literally just him being an egg and all of us are crying over an egg JDHJWJD 😭😭😭

[anxiteyandsleep]

I'm so sorry if I made you flustered about the smut question- didn't mean to! 🫢🫣😆

Okay so I'm gonna try and request this: 🙏

Could I please request Thranduil x Male reader who's this tall and buffed tiefling (big horns, long strong tail) who looks scary asf but is actually a total sweetheart? He only looks intimidating bc he's always wearing his armor, covers his face with a cloth/a mask, has dark makeup around his eyes and basically looks like a fricking demon?

He wears a cloth/a mask around his mouth bc he has a big open scar on his cheek (naaah nothing too graphic he just can do this trick with food where when you're facing his healthy side he sticks a carrot into the opening (scar) on the other side and chews without even opening his lips- totally normal- he did it in front of Legolas once and that poor child didn't sleep for a week). He's not ashamed of it, he just doesn't like the stares.

Even tho I'm as old as the first LOTR movie I only just now became a fan and I saw that Thranduil has an injury on his face as well (but hidden) so that got me thinking...

Maybe reader and Thranduil are a couple (reader was treated badly for being a barbarian tiefling -> not by Thranduil <- but proved himself when he saved him) and he then made reader his personal guard, became friends and then lovers.

Thranduil is curious about reader hiding his face but never pushes him to uncover himself (Like why are you hidding yourself from me hmm? Why don't you kiss me? Your other facial features are gorgeous asf, for a tiefling barbarian who rips goblins in half with his bare hands you could even compete with some elves I know-).

One day Thranduil has some issues with his own injury which reader sees and comes to his aid, Thranduil is embarrassed and nearly breaks down, tears fill his eyes bc his love saw his hideous face and is afraid he will leave him (god I'm so bad at romance bro) but reader just chuckles, takes the cloth/mask from his face and shows Thranduil his own injury.

Now they both have scars! They know each other struggles! And they love each other like never before! Happy ending- No but really, angst with fluffy comfort for our two boys and mainly for the elf himself, he needs the love.

Maybe even emotional way back to their shared bedroom by sunset all lovely dovely bc why dafuq not- just Thranduil giggling kicking his feet and twirling his hair as he's princess carried-

Jesus...I got way too into this. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Sorry for it being so long, I honestly don't know how to write short requests...also sorry for any mistakes, english is my second language.

Add something, remove something, it's up to you. You don't even have to write it if you hate it or you're not comfy with it. 😘😘

This is adorable ahhh and dw you didn't make me embarrassed or anything! I may have missed some details, this was written over the course of multiple days with very little sleep😭

I included my head canon that Thranduil is blind in his one eye from the dragon fire, as well as that when low on energy he can't keep the disguise up.

Slight TW for blood, scars and such???

It has been almost a year since you and Thranduil had started dating, you were his personal guard and beloved boyfriend, he adored you so much. He never knew why you hid your face but he didn't pry, especially considering he hides his face in a way too.

Thranduil had always been impressed by you, a strong tiefling with a kind soul, much like a gentle giant. Sure you were rather... Gruesome in battle, using your bare hands to fight and always returning covered in blood and gore. It was truly terrifying but Thranduil loved it, especially after you had saved him from a spider attack.

Today, however, Thranduil was hiding away from his beloved barbarian, tucked away in his room with nothing but a small candle dimly lighting the room. He had overworked himself again, his head was aching and he had no energy left to maintain his disguise, the burnt skin and muscle visible, a sight he despised.

When you heard that Thranduil was taking the day off and locked himself in his room, you grew worried. He's never done that before, usually on his days off he spends them with you, taking a walk through the garden or getting some much needed sleep. So of course you immediately went to check on him, making your way to your shared bedroom.

"Thranduil? Are you alright? I heard the guards say you weren't feeling well and I-" you fell silent as you entered the bedroom, squinting as you adjusted to the dim light but you knew exactly what you saw. You never knew Thranduil had such a scar, it covered the left half of his face and his eye was completely white.

Thranduil had to turn his head completely to actually see you, quickly attempting to cover up the scar but alas, he couldn't manage to use his magic in such a state. He never wanted you to see this side or him, he wanted to keep this horrid scar hidden from you.

"(Name)... What... What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be on patrol?" He managed to get out, clearing his throat and doing his best to speak in his usual tone but his voice still sounded shaky. Perhaps if he didn't bring attention to the scar, you would just ignore it as well

"I just got back, my love..." You replied, slowly walking closer to Thranduil, head tilted slightly in curiosity as you examined the scar. When you reached the edge of the bed, you knelt down before him, resting your chin on his legs. "is that from the dragon you faced?"

Thranduil sighed softly, closing his eyes as he couldn't bare to look at you, afraid he'd see disgust in your eyes. "yes...I managed to survive but..." He vaguely gestured to the scar, shaking his head slightly. Thranduil finally opened his eyes again when he felt your strong hands holding his, the touch was so gentle and caring, he just had to see you.

The way you were looking at him surprised him, your eyes were full so of love and admiration, it made his heart swell.

"We kinda match" you hum in a soft whisper, reaching up to remove the mask you always wore and revealing your own scar. You weren't ashamed of it, you mostly hid it for everyone's comfort as the sight of your open cheek often made people uneasy and you hated the looks they'd give you.

it was now Thranduil's turn to stare in awe, one of his delicate hands reaching up to gently trace around the scar, his fingers soft and gentle as always. "hm I suppose we do, my love" he replied softly his hand trailing up to gently trace over your horns, following the pattern and ridges of them.

"forgive me for keeping this from you... I... I do not like people seeing me in such a state but I should've told you" Thranduil apologized, moving his hands back to gently cup your face, being careful to not disturb the scar

You couldn't help but chuckle a little, leaning into his touch while your tail wagged slightly. "there's no need to apologize, I kept a secret from you too"

Thranduil felt as if a huge weight was lifted from his shoulders, the stress slowly melting away as he held you in his hands. "Well now that we both have told the truth, how about we rest?" He whispered sweetly, leaning down to capture your lips in a tender kiss, one you eagerly returned.

Without breaking the kiss, you got off your knees, cradling the back of Thranduils neck with one of your hands. You kicked off your boots, accidentally sending one flying across the room but you didn't care. "a nap sounds good, yeah" you muttered against his lips as you carefully push him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him to continue the kiss.

Thranduil couldn't help but chuckle, pulling back from your lips just enough to talk. "My love, this is not napping ~" he didn't really mind as you continued to pamper him with kisses, his delicate hands reaching up to gently tangle themselves in your hair.

"mm we'll nap after, then"

[mrsnancywheeler]

got any NSFW thoughts abt billy youd like to share by any chance? 😍 (if they rlly wanted us to hate him they wouldnt have casted sam claffin)

REAL like I'm rewatching and like damn he's too fine for me to hate him even when I'm upset

but yes I do in fact have some of those (I have a lot of those but I keep my mouth shut sometimes bc ik y'all want finnick content and I'm sorry that billy's my man too 😭😭😭)

billy fucking his muse in the backseat of the car is what my mind has been on recently

he's in one of his moods and you've been talking with eddie, joking around, and reasonably billy knows he has no right to be jealous when he hasn't exactly been faithful but he wants to make sure you know at the end of the day you're his girl. you're snappier and more pissy because he is and your energy feeds off of his, there's been small digs all day. and by the end of the day, he's walking you out to the car to drive you both home (well to his place)

"I just don't get why you're being like this, I was just trying to have a good time"

"everyone's working on a great fucking album, it's not about having a good time"

"you're unbelievable." it's windy and cold and you don't particularly feel like walking to your actual home so you stop after that, simmer in peace.

before you get in the passenger seat he's grabbed you and has his lips on yours which has you shocked but also you're addicted to his fire. so you let him do as he will, hands finding your way to his hair that you've always loved playing with when he lets you. and he's got you pressed up against the car until he's sliding his hand over to open the back seat. and he doesn't even have to say anything before you're crawling in and he's following you.

he totally fucks your brains out in the backseat of his car says multiple times, "my girl feels so good." "fucking made for me, baby"

god I'm in love with him

[4thenookie]

random hcs 3/??

do people even like these??

nina being the scene queen she is has racoon tails!! she bleached one into tobys hair one 3am, i havent decided how it went

liu drinks straight black tea but his coffee?? he might as well drink straight creamer

jeff has like..... patchy hair, like bald spots yk?? all that fire did a number on his hairline

puppeteer wants to play d&d but nobody wants to play with him

if someone pulls out cards against humanity i just know they all playin

guess who wins

guess

brian.

nobody expects him to find such filthy heinous shit funny but he does bc hes a tomfoolery enjoyer, a shenanigan causer if you will

BEN and toby both laugh at their own cards and then they're the most unfunny things ever

when people give tim an explicit card he has to turn away and take a deep breath before he reads them out in the most serious deadpan dad voice ever

you know the voice

and everyone finds this funny so they give him all their filthiest cards

brian giggles

nina can actually draw really well!! she does that emo art style the one that's all scribbly w the big eyes and skinny ass legs yk???

havent figured out who it is yet but somebody gives everybody piercings (who would this piercer be?? debate)

toby has quite a few because he can't feel the pain anyway,, im thinking snake bites, septum, lobes, helix, and maybe a tongue piercing??

jeff might as well make his entire ear one big earring at this point

if he took all his earrings out his ears would be riddled with holes lmao

nina has a couple ear piercings, as well as dolphin bites and a nose stud

BEN has piercings in his funny elf ears (which are very expressive btw!!)

ej has a stud in each ear (i think hed have pointy ears too! and they move like they prick up and droop and stuff!!)

speaking of ej... i think he also has really tiny horns, but he's so much taller than everyone else not many people actually notice them

also he doesn't wear shoes bc he has like demon feet idk

he has two fangs on the bottom that stick kind of out and up?? like you can see the points of them even when his mouth is closed

ok ill shut up about him now (i did a lil sketch of him a few posts ago if ur interested!!)

jeff and toby dumpster dive (the crust punk and his pet raccoon)

OK LAST EJ ONE FOR NOW.... he moves really slow to conserve energy, but when he runs jesus christ i pray for you

[cloudycaffeinatedcryptid]

I have been taken by the sickness again (curse you viruses!) and sleep eludes me. Brainrot does not. What do you think each of the counselors are like when they're sick?

booo viruses :( i hope you feel better soon!

i think Jacob is the most dramatic about it. if you've seen Ferris Bueller's Day Off, he's Cameron

total baby. even just for a cold. injuries, he barely notices, but gods forbid this man start to sniffle

Abi honestly prolly does what you're supposed to - she takes the day off, stays in comfy pants, drinks honey lemon tea & eats toast, takes the gross meds, a bath, & she's good by morning. couldn't be me but. yk. girlbossing

Ryan for sure just pretends it's not happening. he takes some cold n flu meds, keeps a water bottle close, and keeps having to blink spots out of his vision but he's fine! he's fine until his sister notices & chews him out bc he's always telling HER to take it easy when she's sick & "look here, mr. hypocrite, you better get in that bed or ELSE" so then he goes & lays in a dark room, listening to his podcast until he falls asleep

i think Emma prolly complains about it the entire time & spends an hour in a hot bath but i also don't think she stops working. if she can't go out, she's answering emails, keeping her social media updating, working on editing/scheduling/whatever an influencer does. picture Emma in her desk chair with atrocious hair, wrapped in a blanket, three mugs of tea, & a sinus strip just firing off emails

i see Dylan as a low-energy sick. barely awake, shuffling to the kitchen for crackers (he has a weak stomach when sick) wrapped in his comforter with his hair sticking up. sometimes he crashes on the couch, sometimes he makes it back to the bed, but it's all restless sleep, tossing & turning :( he keeps mumbling nonsense to his cat, who definitely tricks him into feeding him twice. you go schrodinger <3

Kaitlyn HATES being sick. she wakes up with a stuffy nose & a fever & she's like... "i'm gonna kill someone today & it might be myself". she has shit to do. she resists as much as she can & tries to do a bunch of things just to spite it, which usually ends up in her crashing hard & sleeping for twelve hours to recuperate. everyone knows to stay out of her way when she's stalking around, pale and clammy with a thermos at her hip, & just wait for the burnout

Nick doesn't get sick, even germs don't want this weirdo. i'm just kidding. kinda. anyway Nick one thousand percent just straight up goes comatose. dead to the world for 24 hours & then he's right as rain when he wakes up. how? no one knows. why? no one is brave enough to ask.

the love of my life, Laura, also tries to strongarm thru it but she's better about it. she takes her meds, sucks on cough drops, prolly drinks coffee to stay awake, & she's better about managing her workload. it's kind of just a background thing to her & it works great until her fever spikes high enough to be noticeable or she slips up & then Max finds out. he coaxes her to lay down on the couch while he makes them some soup & then they watch movies together until she falls asleep :,)

the other love of my life, Max, doesn't stand a chance. he coughs once & his girlfriend has a thermometer in his mouth & a mug of tea warming up. he always tries to downplay it, "honey, really, it's nothing" & it never works. he spends all day with a live-in nurse & he feels bad that she keeps doing things for him so he continuously plays the "i'm feeling better" & she lets him do it for the ten minutes before he throws up, then it's back to bed "& cut the bullshit this time, max"

[skele-bunny]

Can you talk more about quintessence ghouls? Just anything about them please

Hell yeah!! Long post bc I'm gonna ramble for a HOT minute

There's a whole variety of abilities quints can do. There's common ones such as: Mind Manipulation, Object Formation, and various levels of healing.

Some rarer abilities being: Possessors, Clairvoyance, and Ether Destruction

All Quint's do have the ability to heal, but it depends on their main ability and how much it takes over their process!

Enki (era 2) is a mind manipulator, which gives him more access to healing! He's able to project himself both into the mind and body, and where to locate issues. It's also easier for him to do thinks like quint intox, manipulate someone to his will, and break someone mentally. High healing varient

Omega has a mixture of object formation and bodily destruction. He can create temporary life forms or conjures. While with ether destruction he can bend other's souls and life forms, essentially killing them slowly. Despite this, in medical work, he's able to use his object formation for temporary fixes like quick casts or stitches! High healing varient

Aether has the ability of object formation. He's extremely proficient at life forms, mimicks, or even barriers if needed! One of his personal things is making spiders and fireflies for Dewdrop just to see him smile. Like Omega, he can use this for temporary medical work. Medium healing varient

Sarra (era 1) is a possessor with minor clairvoyance. Able to link with those deceased and become a vessel for them, or take over (wether by force or consent) another's whole body and mind. While it does give the perks of using that souls abilities as his own, it's a very heavy ability to have, which leaves him both exhausted constantly and susceptible to harm as he holds onto the spirits he allows in. He's able to use his clairvoyance for long future insight. Low healing varient

Phantom is a possessor. He doesn't know how to control or access it yet, but when he does and just like Sarra, he's susceptible to harm and constant exhaustion. When he does get the control of it, he's more of an open doorway to connect rather than using them. Has taken over a few Siblings to do things for him like chores, other than that, he just stays curious but too nervous to act it out. None-low healing varient

Delta after their transition only received partial mind manipulation. They're more in tune to link into someone to hear their thoughts or their current mental state. Other than that, they're still majority water.

Super shiny and decorated if not their horns and hair, then piercings and jewelry/clothing accessories. They're big on wind chimes, beads, and crystals.

They can read tarot cards very well and it's part of their morning routines. Don't always have to, but some like to be aware of what their day will be like or assistance for a problem.

Biiiggg on astral projections and meditation. Not only does it let them recharge their social and internal battery, it allows them just.... A break. A moment to step away from the current world.

Quintessence ghouls are more likely seen in the emergency department and surgical! Waters are seen for ICU and L&D, Earths in pharmacy/anesthesiologists, Air for physical therapy, and Fires with imaging & radiology. There's a mixture and no designation when it comes to regular appointments or visits, but there's a higher quantity of quints then other elements in medical settings.

They're big on trading as well, even topside. Prefer not to use money given to them inside the abbey if they can avoid it when it comes to acquiring things.

Book nerds. Straight. Nerds.

Majority of them have glasses as they can't read small prints, and are more likely to have large handwriting. Also yes, they have the doctor type of handwriting.

If they have high energy they can accidentally shock people that touch them. They're also more likely to smell like electrical appliances and metal! Very "silver" scents.

Quints are more likely to get along with earths as they have a very long history together, even in the pits. Earths are extremely susceptible to death if they experienced a leg break (hooves!) as they don't have a strong immune system to wade off infections and thus weaker healing. Quints were their saving graces that avoided a lot of death, in return of a permanent trading system. Their environments were very close to each other, as well!

Quints that die who are vengeful/don't feel completed are more likely to haunt than other elements. Poltergeist type, and they're fucking angry. Possessors can either rid of them into purgatory (which is a damnation, essentially) or pull them into their hold which is negatively looked at. That's why it's so important Possessors can control themselves and manage their door open/closed at will.

Curses and blessings galore! Wether in the form of sigils, casts, or items—they have something for anything. Oh, want a fertility boost? There's a cast for that. Oh, need to know if your mate is harmed? There's a sigil for that. Oh, want something for protection? There's an object for that.

GGAHHH I just think they're super ritualistic. Very in tune with bodies, death, and life. They take their practices very sacred and consider it treason for those to use their abilities to purposely harm others for anything other than defending purposes.

They ESPECIALLY hate it when their sigils/casts are manipulated from their original intention to cause harm.

Like a protection sigil being manipulated to a possessive sigil. Intent matters so much to them broo

[theghostbunnie]

I’m curious but ever since you dropped your Harrison hcs I’ve been thinking about what he would be like when he gets older. Are there any hcs/info you have for him??

I'M SO HAPPY Y'ALL ARE INTERESTED IN MY HCS IT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME!!!!! 💖💕💫🩷

I have like two paths I could see my version of older Harrison going down. Let's say roughly age 17 or so, he either swears off using absolutely any of his natural magical ability and keeps his illusion/slide of hand tricks utterly private for the most part. The first being a desperate attempt to regain his parents trust, the second with the card tricks being more of getting shamed out of being open with his peers with his hobbies. I wouldn't wanna see him kept on this path and I often pair it with some major character development story. (In my head atleast, I don't think I'd ever be able to use a fanfiction writing website or have the energy to regularly update one or anything like that. I would definitely maybe write short fics on Tumblr one day.. maybe)

The other option being he actually never stopped working on his talents like that and has steadily gotten so much better. (At the start of the show he accidentally sets David on fire, in much later episodes he's able to make rings of flame, already MAJORR improvement!!) He works on his other abilities, making things levitate ect.

So when they start having these hiccups, often small physical items or spells bursting out of him during strong feelings (leading to panic and embarrassment only making it worse.) Harrison feels like it's a total setback. That his work so far didn't mean anything, he has no idea where his powers come from and as they change he apparently has no idea how to control them after all. Alot of old doubts, and new ones emerge. "Maybe it would've been better to have never had them in the first place."

I like to think after awhile he regains this hold over it, and it was just a sign of like. His magic going through puberty/hj and it turns out stronger in the end.

Other older Harrison HCs include he's definitely a swiftie and jumps up on his bed lipsyncing doing a fucking Matilda as shit floats everywhere.

His formal vest and top hat get switched out for a casual vest and beanie hat (constant hat hair) wouldn't it be so funny if he had a top hat shaped pin on it/hj

His like signature little thing I love putting on his clothes and drawing him with is the ace of spades. Small charms n shit I love it.

His frienemy thing with Nerris as she matures turns more into friend leaning. (Bc like, their dynamic is not 50/50 she is nearly always the one coming at or for HIM 😭 and it's coming from a very childish reasoning- which is okay. Bc she's a child.) So as she gets older and grows out of her issues that caused them to not get along they become closer.

Mostly due to them both being much better friends with Preston and spending time with each other via him.

But since they're older and Preston fills alot of his time with the multiple hobbies he has and Nerris has other friends to hangout with, Harrison is still left on his own sometimes. He goes through these bits of bad mental health and "everyone hates me" thoughts but doesn't really let anyone know about it.

I have this OC Quincy, technically not a camp camp oc I'm actually embarrassed sometimes to add him into things bc he doesn't fit the vibe of cc what so ever but the angst he can make is so good 2 me

He's this demon with magical know-how but no power of hisown. I like to think of Harrison (who notoriously throughout the show wants company.) Kinda ignores all the red flags and "I've always said don't judge a book by it's cover"s his way into accidentally getting manipulated by him. But also getting incredibly helpful magic lessons out of it too before it comes to a head.

[ghostryders]

I just want to talk about what we know about what life is like for human biotics! I am aware that this reads as if I was talking to myself in a hypomanic episode. this is because I was.

We get a lot of interesting info from Kaidan, who was exposed in utero in flight 714 incident at singapore int'l spaceport on april 8 of 2151. He was fitted with an L2 implant at 17 (2168). If Shep is biotic, they were exposed in utero (2153-54) + at age 14; They were fitted with an L3 implant at age 17. which by the way literally how bc they were a minor at the time and there was no official biotics program at the time since BaAT was shut down, plus it was before Grissom Academy. ROTC type program maybe?

ANYWAY We know that biotics just tend to be more... static-y(?) in general. They tend to get small shocks from touching metal objects. Kaidan actually has a little throwaway line that his hair stands up a little on its own so he doesn't need to style it. the mass relay statue on the presidium makes his teeth feel funny and he hears a low humming sound, maybe this can be felt around eezo or large quantities of electricity in general?

On the day to day, it's really important for biotics to keep their amp ports clean, kinda like any medical port we have today. Due to their metabolism burning through calories to provide energy for biotics, they may have what could be considered symptoms of hypermetabolic disorders. Gaining and maintaning weight may be challenging, they're probably prone to anemia, and often feel hot/sweaty.

Typically there are only a few biotics in a unit. This is likely due to the expenses related to them. They need more food, amps, medical observation, and armor that is protective yet flexible enough for them to perform their physical mnemonics. Ironically though, they work best in groups where they can synchronize their abilities.

As we know, there tends to be prejudice and ostracization from other humans. There was even one instance where a biotic was attacked and killed by mob who was scared of them. There's a lot of misinformation about what they are capable of and fear from the general public, including organizations refusing to pay reparations to biotics they abused in their research. This is sort of the origin of biotic extremist groups.

I wonder if they face these issues in the Alliance. Of course publically, the alliance welcomes them and offers them huge enlistment incentives. and they aren't locked out of careers, their options of where they are accepted is mainly limited to the military. It's totally possible that on the day to day, alliance officers and crew distrust them.

i imagine that since biotics basically fire up your nervous system, it can make you feel overwhelmed or anxious, which is probably the source of psychological distressed that many L2's developed. It's also known that biotics kinda like glow during sex. By that logic I’d think biotics can also flare up with strong emotions or physical pain.

Government registration is necessary if the mission involving major kyle and chairman burns goes sour. Though I'd always imagine this is something the government would want to keep track of anyway for census, public health, and military recruitment reasons.

not 100% sure on some sources but hit post send anyway

[loregoddess]

@seanorib this is honestly all the motivation I need to make a very long post about character designs, I'm including dads who got designs from Houses as well bc damn if I don't have opinions on those too (cut for length):

Fathers of the Black Eagles:

Ionius IX: This is what I picture when I hear "revenant" pronounced in its native French, this guy looks like a zombie but like, a fancy zombie, a revenant. His design sparked an entire theory post about the Agarthans and their blood experiments on Lysithea and Edelgard and it was fantastic, if I ever unearth it from the hell of my drafts I will reblog it bc it was a great theory post, and made me appreciate this fucker's design while giving me a reason to want to set him on fire aside from "I don't like his vibes". Looks like he could be related to Edelgard, so props there.

A+ design, but potentially an F in being a dad.

Ludwig: Looks more like a greedy rich merchant than a corrupt duke, full outfit wasn't included here but it should be way more opulent and decadent than it is. I hate that pathetic excuse of a mustache and will set it aflame myself if someone else doesn't beat me to it. Design loses points bc his outfit is red and he's a redhead, I cannot stress enough how much better blue or green or even purple would have worked with his hair. Does NOT look like he's related to Ferdinand in the slightest, outside of hair and eye color.

C- design, F in being a dad.

Leopold: Looks like a Tekken character, he has the Mishima eyebrows, even that goofy armor wouldn't be out of place in Tekken, I am not convinced he didn't get lost on his way to Tekken. Also he's short, I cannot stress how short this guy looks in cutscenes. Armor's a bit goofy, but he looks like a wise warrior who has seen many, many battles, and somehow despite not looking too much like Caspar, I can buy him being Caspar's dad bc he's so fucking short.

A+ design but only bc I like Tekken, A in being a dad so far as I can tell but I'm not to the end of Scarlet Blaze yet.

Waldemar: As covered in my previous post, this guy looks like an undead toad, or undead Muppet, whichever. I haven't even been able to pay attention to his characterization or the rest of his design bc his face is so weird looking that I get stuck on that. Props for not having round glasses I guess. Doesn't look related to Linhardt outside of the hair color, I think Fodlan's genetics run on the same logic as Awakening and Fates genetics.

?? design bc it's horrid but also hilarious, ?? in being a dad bc again, I just haven't seen enough of him to know.

Gregoire: Looks like a dad (derogatory). One of the most dad-looking dads in this game, but his portrait here has the sinister undertones that I can only describe as dad (derogatory). He's a coward in-game though, I have no idea how this spineless wet rag managed to traumatize Bernadetta so badly. His mustache somehow works despite being the exact same as Ludwig's, but the Elvis hairdo is unnerving. Does kinda look related to Bernadetta though.

B design, F- in being a dad and also a person.

Volkhard: Not a dad, but an uncle, so close enough. Looks like a vampire. Major vampire energy. I know he's dead and it's someone else wearing his skin in both games, but this dude has so much vampire going on that he might as well have lost on his way to a Castlevania ripoff (does not have quite the same vampire energy as an Ayame Kojima vampire).

A+ design, ?? in being a person bc again, this guy is actually basically undead.

Fathers of the Blue Lions:

Lambert: I hate this man's excuse of a beard so much. The rest of his design is Fine, he's got a generic blond fantasy king look but it's not a bad generic look, but that beard has to go. He looks related to Dimitri so, props again.

A- design, ?? in being a dad bc being dead makes parenting very hard.

Rufus: Not a dad, uncle again, but can you believe this fucker is related to Lambert? He looks like if you mixed the words "revenant" and a "draugr", and he looks even more undead as a fully animated 3D model. Are his bangs gelled back or is that supposed to be stylized long hair swept back? Who allowed him to choose that beard shape? Why is his armor so boring if he's trying to wrest the throne from Dimitri by force, you're royalty get some fancy fucking armor.

C design, F in being a person.

Rodrigue: I surprisingly don't have complaints about his design. The facial hair's a bit weird, but considering some of the other offenders, I'm letting it slide. Surprisingly looks related to Felix.

A+ design, B+ in being a dad.

Lonato: Dad by proxy. This is one of the most "is a knight" looking knight characters in either game. Fantastic mustache, the rest of the design is fine, a bit generic for the armor, but fine otherwise.

A design, D+ in being a dad (SB might, weirdly enough, raise that score).

Mattias: That's just some guy. That is literally the most "just some guy"-looking design I have ever seen in my life. He's just...a generic guy, he doesn't even have dad-energy, he doesn't even have dude-energy, what am I supposed to do with someone this generic? I guess props for having an interesting nose shape, but considering how many characters suffer same-nose syndrome in this game the bar for that isn't hard to pass. Does look related to Miklan, does not look related to Sylvain which makes me wonder what each of their mothers looked like.

C design, C- in being a dad but only barely above a D+.

Gustave/Gilbert: If you took a "is a knight, looks like a generic knight" approach and crossed it with a "looks like a wet mop" approach to a character design, I think this would be it. The orange accents are a weird choice, re: my rant on Ludwig. Does kinda look related to Annette, but I'm assuming she took after her mom.

B+ design, C in being a dad.

Father...of the Golden Deer:

Erwin: Somehow--SOMEHOW--fits all my mental assumptions and biases for "crafty duke who takes being a noble too seriously and imparted that anxiety onto his son and heir". Looks like a duke, looks like he's related to Lorenz, even his armor which is kinda generic is so purple that I can't assume it belongs to anyone but a noble. I hate the purple-on-purple look the armor and his hair have going on, but the excessive purple does evoke a sense of regality even if it's too much purple (I'll save my rant for purple-hair characters and their disaster outfit's for another post, bc there isn't a single purple-haired character in all of Fodlan who gets a good outfit color palette). The weird little diadem thing is an odd addition, but this is the most "dad who looks both related to his child(ren) and looks to fit the role he is assigned on the game" design of any of the dads.

A+ design, uh...B+ in being a dad bc he wasn't actually as bad as I was expecting him to be.

Bonus Round:

Jeralt: I haven't forgiven his design ever since I first drew his hair. It's fine actually, even the color palette isn't technically bad, but I hate everything about his hair and his beard, they're so fucking hard to draw . Looks like a mercenary though, so props, does not look related to Byleth but we actually do get a design for their mom and Byleth does take after the mom, which leads me to believe that all the moms are gorgeous and that's why IntSys decided we couldn't have them.

A- design bc it's fine technically, B in being a dad.

Alois: Technically a dad even if we never get to see his family and the Hopes writers entirely forgot about his family. I have no complaints about his design, not even his mustache, this is a decent design. This is also the best armor design on this entire post, in fact this is the ONLY good armor design on this post.

A+ design, ?? in being a dad bc the writers love to not tell us anything.

Seteth: Dad who's status as a dad is the worst-kept secret in Fodlan. The only design with an unnatural hair color that has an outfit that doesn't completely clash with said unnatural hair color. His hair looks better on the model than in the portrait image. I still hate whatever is going on with those sleeves. Can you imagine going into battle wearing that? All the sweat is gonna show through that white. Mixed feelings about the beard. Looks like he could be related to Flayn but mostly bc of the green hair.

A design, A- being a dad.

[dogboyren]

hihi @entropicthymes happy gift exchange :] (also @mastasof-ravenkroft for the record)

serious ramifications is sad from every perspective and oouuu i love me some zit angst ;w;w;w;w; everyone go read it !!!!!! aa!

also how do you draw sheep

[notmanagingmymischief]

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I can't really....explain my thought process on this one. But the family it was a good idea, so I wrote it. uh--have fun.

also i made up the name of stephan's kingdom since it's never given to us, deal with it chief

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title source: "poison" by rita ora

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warnings: light swearing, curses, magic-induced violence, possible canon divergence (bc what else did you expect -_-)

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"Mother, why can I never leave the castle?" You'd been trapped here for the past thirteen years, unable to go anywhere past the doors of this big old castle. Your parents, the king and queen, insisted that it was for your safety, but you'd heard talk that it was because you were born out of wedlock. You didn't know what that meant until a few years, but now you know it means that you parents weren't married when you were born. You're not sure why that's a bad thing, but it was, and so here you stayed. Cooped up like a barn animal with no more than the castle guards to befriend--and they weren't very friendly. It had been hell, but now...now there's something new. A new child--your baby sister--Aurora. You've been visiting your mother even more often now, to see your new sister. She's adorable, and the first time she smiled at you, you swore your heart would simply burst from the affection it held for her. It was that day that you swore you'd protect her, no matter the cost.

Today is the christening. You'd helped your mother prepare little Aurora for the grand occasion, a huge celebration of your sister's birth. The entire kingdom is bustling with energy. And now you stand behind your mother's throne, still in the shadows but able to see everyone gathering in the hall. This is the most people you've ever seen in one place, and even though you can't interact with them, being so close sends a heady rush through your entire body and makes you a bit dizzy. You're wearing your nicest dress, hands wringing in front of you. Any moment, everyone will be gathered and the christening will begin. The nobles are talking excitedly between themselves, eyes locked on the cradle that holds the delicate child who you're all here for. Soon, your father clears his throat, but before he can speak a tinkling sound is heard, and soon three little specks appear from seemingly nowhere. They're flying, and you barely bite back a shocked gasp. Fairies! Surely they can't be...but they have wings, and--"You see, we're magic!" They are...a grin splits across your face but you stay quiet and watch as the three fairies approach your baby sister's cradle. The first one, Knotgrass you think her name was, hovers above Aurora and mutters her blessing, a wish of beauty. The second, Flittle, wishes for her happiness. It makes your smile turn fond, and Thistlewit holds out her hand, beginning her wish.

But she doesn't have the chance to complete her wish as the castle doors slam open, hitting the walls on either side with enough force to crack the stone. The candles blow out in unison and your smile drops, eyes going wide in terror as a darkness seems to envelop the entire hall. A repetitive tap, tap, tap, is heard against cobbles, and the shadows loom larger, making you curl into yourself and whimper quietly. Faintly you can hear your mother whisper "Calm, y/n," and do your best to obey. An intense wind rushes through the crowd, blows your hair out of your face and makes you blink rapidly. Luckily, it calms down to a gentle breeze, and finally peters off as a woman appears, marching with confident strides through a parted crowd. Her back straight, chin high, gaze hard, you could almost mistake her for a queen herself. She's quite pretty too, you realize. Striking eyes, and...horns. Large horns that sprout from her head and curl up towards the sky, wrapped in expensive material that dips down onto her forehead in a gentle peak. Your expression goes slack and you watch her, rapt with attention, approach the dais slowly but surely.

Tap, tap, tap.

She pauses. Blood red lips curve into a small smirk as she mutters "Well, well," before splitting into a full, wicked grin as she climbs the staircase. You only notice the raven perching proudly on her staff when it warbles a high pitched caw, and the woman's hand glides across it's sleek black feathers gracefully. Everything she does is done with grace, elegance. The way she holds herself, her stance, they all scream nobility. But you have a feeling that she is anything but. "I really felt quite distressed at not receiving an invitation," she says, and her voice is smooth as silk, slightly accented and, well, pretty. Just like the rest of her. Black suits her well, you faintly acknowledge, and risk peeking your head more above your mother's throne. It drops back down though when the strange woman's eyes dart to the movement and lock with yours, and for a moment you're captured by their color; acidic yellow, green rings around the pupil. They're threatening, and hold an edge that makes your hair stand on end, but something like amusement also sparks in that gaze, before it drops and you duck your head once again. She's been speaking, as has your father, but you'd tuned it out until now, when you focus on her words again. "Oh dear.....what an awkward situation..." she mumbles, head tilting away a bit, before your mother quickly pipes up with "You're not offended?"

It takes a long moment for the woman's gaze to return and for her to respond with "Why no." She pauses. "And to show I bear no ill will, I too shall bestow a gift on the child," the words seem innocent enough, but something about the offer is disconcerting, and you nearly give yourself away by telling as such. Your father beats you to it though, exclaiming "No! We don't want your gifts!" his accent thick, as it usually gets when he's anxious. But the woman isn't listening, and turns away, walking towards Aurora's cradle much to the dismay of the little fairies, who immediately begin protesting and yelling for her to stop. Your breath catches in your throat when, with no more than a simple flick of her wrist, the woman sends them flying across the room and into a jewelry chest. She must be a witch, if she can do that. But aren't witches supposed to be ugly, with long noses and warts and such? Certainly she couldn't be a witch, she's much too beautiful for that. Still, how else could she have done such a thing? The crow now perches on the cradle as it's mistress bends over it, making a low hum as she stares down at your little sister. "Please don't hurt her," you whisper upon instinct, nerves on high alert and leg bouncing with the urge to intervene.

You don't, but with everyone's attention on the cradle, you do manage to sneak to your right and quickly duck behind your father's throne, crouching low and peeking your head around the edge, now looking directly up at the woman. She surely knows you're there, as her gaze wavers and momentarily seems to drift in your direction before snapping back to Aurora. She takes a deep breath, and begins speaking, an ominous green flame surrounding her hand and floating down into the cradle. You watch with bated breath; "Listen well, all of you. The princess will indeed grow in grace and beauty, beloved by all who meet her," the woman states, voice carrying with no effort throughout the grand hall. It seems well intentioned and you relax a bit, even though the flame has yet to disperse which you assume means the gift has yet to be completed, even after your mother says "Tha-That's a lovely gift!" The woman's head raises, her gaze meets your father's, and he whispers "Don't do this." She shushes him, a slender finger pale against ruby lips. She stands slowly, hand dropping to her side as she moves casually to stand in front of him again. She states a simple "But," and it puts you on edge again. 'But' is never a good sign. And certainly it was not, as the woman's arms raise to the side, and the flame nearly engulfs her entirely, backlighting her and illuminating her features, cheekbones appearing sharper, eyes becoming volatile.

"Before the sun sets on her sixteenth birthday," she calls out, "she will prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel, and fall into a sleep-like death." Your breath hitches and speeds up, eyes go wide and heart races. No, no this can't be happening. "A sleep from which she will never awaken!" You begin to cry without realizing it, and crawl to Aurora's cradle, not caring if you're seen or not, to stare down at your poor sister. She looks unbothered, unharmed. "Maleficent please. Don't do this, I'm begging you." Your father never begs, so this statement catches your attention. Is her name Maleficent? What a strange title, you think. The woman, Maleficent, stares at the king for a long moment before purring "I like you begging." Her lips curve into a barely there smirk. "Do it again." Fists clenched around the edge of the cradle, you pray that your father will obey. And he does; getting down on one knee, he stares up at Maleficent and mutters "I beg you." And after a moment, Maleficent smiles sinisterly and states "Alright. The princess can be woken from her death sleep." You let out a breath of relief, placing your hand on your sister's forehead and smiling at the coo she lets out, tiny hands coming up to poke at your wrist.

"But only by true love's kiss." She turns to face the people, flames still going strong. "This curse will last 'til the end of time. No power on earth can change it." The final toll is spoken and Maleficent cackles wickedly, flames mostly dissolving as the wind returns and she stalks from the hall. You sag, body going lax, but suddenly you sit up, a violent shiver wracking your body and a gasp ripping from your throat. Your hand jerks away from your sister, feeling as if it's been severely burnt, and you collapse backwards. Your mother calls out your name and runs to you, panting on the ground. Once the burn has receded, there's not a single mark on your skin, no evidence. You assume it was something to do with the curse, as you were touching Aurora when it was cast. Your mother is worrying over you but you assure her you're fine, get her to focus on your sister, and sneak out of the hall and back to your room.

When you heard that your sister was to be taken away by the fairies, you had panicked, begged your parents to let you go with her. Yet they wouldn't, and absolutely forbade you from following. But you couldn't part with Aurora like that, not now, and with tears in your eyes and heart heavy in your chest, you snuck from your room, and followed the fairies' carriage out of your kingdom on horseback, staying meters behind to avoid being seen; you knew they'd send you back if they knew you'd followed. The forest is no place for a fourteen year old, but you couldn't just let them take your little sister away from you. So you watch from a distance, holding tightly onto your horse's reigns as the fairies become human sized and immediately begin bickering. They leave the cradle outside and you thank the stars that you'd followed. Those three imbeciles are going to get your sister killed before the curse can even begin to take place.

After a moment the yellow one comes back and brings Aurora inside, finally, and you let out a heavy breath. For a while, you stare at that old cottage, listen to them all arguing, and finally lead your snow white horse away and deeper into the forest. There's no place for you to stay, so you resign to staying in the crook of a rock, keeping your horse tied to a thick tree and rubbing her snout appreciatively. "Good job Nova, good girl." The creature neighs and nudges your hand, affectionate as always, and it makes you laugh quietly, finally walking a few feet away and settling down for a long day of planning. You don't even notice the large raven watching you from a tree, high above you, tilting it's head inquisitively and staring with beady black eyes. Oh yes, you're an interesting one for sure. Maleficent will love to hear about this.

In the end, you do find a place of residence. It's a nice little cave, one that both you and Nova can fit in comfortably and still have room to move around. You had been led there by a large bird, nearly hypnotized by it's wing beats. That same bird had come back a few times and had taken to you quite well, and you'd come to consider it a friend, even if it wasn't a human. It had been the only creature who's remained with you besides Nova, for nearly three years. Today it's decided to visit again, and you're alerted of it's presence by a familiar caw, bringing a smile to your face as you stand from collecting berries. "Hello, Raven!" you call out, skipping over to the bird and running your fingers over it's smooth back, telling it all about what you've gotten up to since it came around last. You've just gotten to the story about when Nova had bucked you into the river and proceeded to laugh at you over it when the thing takes off in a flurry of feathers, disappearing into the trees with a shrill shriek. You pout, confused as to why it left so suddenly, but just huff quietly and return to your berry bush.

"Excuse me, miss?" You spin to face the unknown voice, stick held out in front of you threateningly; a pathetic weapon, really. In front of you stands a rather handsome man. Messy jet black hair, kind face, dark clothes. He's tall, taller than you, and kind of intimidating. "Who are you?" you ask, trying to stay confident as he walks forward. "My name is Diaval. I mean no harm," he replies, and his voice is so nice that you believe him, dropping the stick and relaxing. You ask him why he's here and he says "You know me. I'm Raven." Your expression contracts in confusion and you splutter for a response, but Diaval just laughs and does his best to explain. You don't understand in the slightest, but you don't particularly care because it's a person and you've gone so long without human contact that you've begun to feel a bit disconnected from reality. "Well, come meet my horse!" you exclaim, grabbing Diaval's hand and dragging him off with a quiet "oh!" to your cave, showing him around and introducing him to Nova. The man is clearly hesitant, as is Nova, but with your gentle prompting he slowly reaches a hand out for the horse to smell, and when he deems it safe, cautiously runs his fingers against her coat.

You allow the two to bond a bit, smiling in silence, and eventually a smile of his own blooms on Diaval's face as he declares "I like her!" You laugh loudly, clapping in excitement, and he grins too, stating "I should introduce you to someone too. She's wanted to meet you for a while." The last sentence he wavers on, scratching his neck and mumbling "Well, not exactly 'wanted' to, but...fair's fair. Come on!" And with that you're off, running after Diaval and laughing as your dress blows behind you, bare feet tickling the soft grass and flowers. You're out of breath by the time Diaval begins to slow, panting with a hand on your chest and bent at the waist. Diaval seems to be winded as well, but pushes on and breathlessly calls out "Mis--Mistress! I brought her!" You're completely unsure of who the ravenette is speaking to, as you straighten up and look around curiously. "Diaval, who are you--" "Well look who we have here." A familiar voice cuts you off and you gasp sharply, head snapping towards the owner and meeting those terribly enchanting eyes once again. Automatically you breathe "Maleficent," into the still air, and her lips twitch into a curious smirk.

The woman creeps forward, staff thumping quietly on the soft ground and cloak dragging at her feet. She circles you like a predator, watching your tight stance and tense shoulders with an amused simper, humming to herself as your breathing goes shallow. Is she going to curse you, like she did your sister? Or worse, will she kill you? You say as much and to your surprise Maleficent laughs--though it is cruel, not humorous--and exclaims "Why, of course not! You've done nothing wrong, why would I harm you?" That sparks something in you and the fear is replaced by anger so you snap "Neither did Aurora! And you cursed her anyway!" turning to face her and giving her a strong glare. Diaval's gaze flicks between you and his mistress, just waiting for the latter to strike you down or for you to attack her, but neither happens, you and Maleficent simply having a stare down. You almost break, that strange acid gaze piercing your very soul, ripping you to shreds from the inside out. And then she's in front of you, fingers on your temple, and you're gasping for breath as a surge of something uncomfortable washes through your body. You throw your head back and your eyes flutter, but you're too choked up to scream. Everything goes dark and you can't move your body; you're sure you've passed out. But then the pain is gone and you're on the ground with Diaval at your side.

He checks to make sure you didn't hit your head before quickly asking if you're alright. You groan quietly, pressing on your head against where Maleficent had previously been touching as you mutter "I'm fine, Diaval. Just a headache," doing your best to stand with his assistance. And then you register that you're no longer in the thick forest where you'd been before. Instead you're faced with a huge wall of thorn and branches, that seems to lift miles into the sky. "Where am I?" you breathe, and hear Maleficent's voice behind you saying "You're at the border. Go home." A small path is revealed, just large enough for you to fit through. Yet you spin, pulling free of Diaval's gentle grip, and declare "No. I won't go back. I'm watching over my sister!" Maleficent turns back to face you, eyebrow cocked and an inquisitive look in her eye. "So I was correct. You are the little beastie's sister," she purrs, smiling darkly. The derogatory endearment makes you hiss "Don't call her that. You cursed her, you made her to be killed. You're a witch!" The other woman rolls her eyes and mocks your words, only serving to anger you further, but then she flicks her wrist towards you and you pass out again.

When you wake up you're back in your cave with Nova by your side, and both Diaval and his mistress nowhere to be found. You blink hard for a minute, looking around in bewilderment, but after a bit you shake your head and sigh heavily, absently running your hand across Nova's neck as you mumble "Just a dream, y/n. Just a dream," and lay back down, the sun setting outside the mouth of your home.

When you wake, it's to a voice in your ear, calling your name. You groan quietly and try to bat away the disturbance, but it doesn't leave and finally with a sigh you open your eyes, looking for who's woken you. When you're met with Diaval you shriek, scrambling back and waking up immediately. He laughs at your fear and it makes you growl in annoyance, spitting out his name irritably. The man's laughter peters out and finally he states "Come on, time to wake up, I wanna take you somewhere new." Without thinking you reply "I don't want to see Maleficent again." Diaval sighs and shrugs, muttering "I mean I can't guarantee it, but she shouldn't be there yet." With the confirmation, you nod and allow yourself to be led out with a quick goodbye to Nova. You and Diaval make quiet conversation as he walks you through the forest, pointing things out to you along the way that he thinks are interesting, and eventually you arrive at a cabin. More specifically, the cabin, the place where Aurora resides.

You take a shaky breath in and mumble "I haven't talked to her in years." Diaval nods, frowning in sympathy. You have, of course, been watching over your sister, but you know that if she sees you she'll ask questions and you wouldn't be able to lie. Not to mention you feel terribly woozy in her presence. "I know. But...I think it's time you meet her again." You startle out of your thoughts and stare at Diaval incredulously. "What?!" you exclaim, and he repeats his statement. But you shake your head violently, turning away and beginning to walk back home, stating "No, absolutely not. I can't meet her until she's sixteen, when the curse is over." Your steps are determined and no matter how much Diaval tries to convince you to come back, you keep walking and ignoring him. But eventually you get sick of it and, without pausing, turn your head back to spit “Shut up Diaval! I’m not going back!”

You instantly regret looking away, because as soon as the words leave your mouth you collide with a warm, solid form as Diaval exclaims “Careful-!” It’s a bit too late though, and you tumble backwards and onto the ground with a gasp. Your eyes move up to whoever it was that you ran into and are met with none other than Maleficent. She stared down at you, unimpressed, and mutters “Oh, Diaval. How clumsy this one is.” You grumble, looking away in a sulking manner. What you don’t expect is for a hand to enter your vision, and though her face is still blank of any emotion, Maleficent keeps it there until you finally take it, hesitatingly letting her help you to your feet. Your hand remains in the woman’s for a moment as her fingers tighten around yours, eyes narrowing into a calculating look.

It makes you shiver until she finally drops your hand and looks away, turning and simply stating “Come.” before marching forward. You give a look to Diaval, but he just shrugs and follows Maleficent. Before, you wouldn’t have followed. But now you can’t get her kindness out of your head. You realize that she must have been the one to return you to the cave, and now she was nice enough to help you up after you ran into her. Your steps are robotic and automatic as you think all this over. She cursed Aurora, you should hate her. And you do. Don’t you? But why is she being so nice to you? Maybe she isn’t as bad as you thought. Still you just clear your throat and pay attention to what's happening, making sure you don't trip over roots and branches. No one speaks, and eventually it begins to get darker around you, trees blocking out the sun--although it was already late when Diaval woke you, so perhaps it's simply becoming night. It seems that's the case when you emerge from the trees and yet it's still dark, somehow enough time has passed that evening has fallen.

Maleficent stops abruptly, nearly making you run into her once again, but luckily you catch yourself and come to a halt just inches away. It makes it a bit awkward when the woman turns to face you and you're now very close, causing your breath to stutter before you finally come back to reality and step back, trying to ignore the amused smirk on Maleficent's lips. "Now then," she mutters, before raising her hand towards you and in an instant you're off the ground, which would make you gasp but you can't because a split second later you've passed out.

When you wake, this time you're not in your cave thankfully, as you'd be very disappointed to have your expectations raised only to be let down. No, you've not been returned home. Instead, you're laying on something soft, a material that you dig your fingers into at your sides, feeling out your surroundings before sitting up, since your head is spinning a bit from the whole...experience. Whatever it was that Maleficent had done to you left you dizzy, so you're slow to sit up, blinking a few times before rubbing your eyes roughly to make sure you're not dreaming, since the place you're in must be a dream. Surely this couldn't be real. And yet, even pinching yourself does nothing more than make you hiss in pain. The noise draws someone's attention as a silky voice purrs "Sleeping beauty has awoken." You look towards it, seeing Maleficent first, and soon after Diaval as he leans against a tree beside her. The ravenette grins at you, waving a bit and chuckling when you hesitantly wave back before shakily asking "Where the hell are we?" Maleficent rolls her eyes, as usual, but still replies "The Moors. Surely your father has spoken of it?" You laugh sardonically, rubbing your hands together and shaking your head. "No. Well--" you reconsider, "He had mentioned it once or twice, but it was always...well, he didn't seem to like it. It was like a curse around the castle."

You only realize the irony of using the metaphor of 'curse' once you speak it, and cringe at yourself. But Maleficent chuckles and leans back a bit further, laying against a thick, ancient tree. But when you look higher, the leaves seem to be glowing, as do the blossoms that line the branches. It takes your breath away, lips parting as you stare at the hypnotizing light. Slowly you rise to your feet, walking with deliberate steps towards the tree until you can reach your hand out and graze gentle fingers across the delicate petals. They're warm under your fingertips and after a moment of hesitation you gingerly pluck it off it's stem. The light doesn't fade, even as you hold it in your palm, staring down at it in awe. Blush pink petals surround a luminescent center, each stamen a bright orange. You're so taken by the strange bloom that you barely hear your name being called until finally the person tosses something at you that hits your shoulder and snaps you out of your reverie. A tiny gasp passes your lips and you spin on your heel to face the attacker, still holding the flower and an accusatory stare. "Diaval. That wasn't very nice," you state, one brow raised and gaze scolding. But the bird simply gives you an offended glance, exclaiming "I didn't do it!"

Disbelief drips from your words when you deadpan and respond "Oh, of course you didn't." But the other person that remains in the clearing speaks up to say "He didn't. I did," and you glance over at her. "Pardon?" Maleficent repeats her statement, exasperated, and the confirmation makes you laugh loudly. So she's playful too? The more time you spend with this woman, the less evil she seems. Still, a little voice in the back of your head reminds you that this is the same witch that cursed your little sister, and the smile drops while you near Diaval, making sure to not drop the flower glowing in your palm. Not making eye contact with his mistress, you ask the ravenette if he'd help you put it in your hair, and he hesitates, awkwardly replying "Eh, I don't really...do that. Sorry." It makes you pout, knowing that you won't be able to do it yourself and surrender to the fact that you'll just have to go without. That is until Maleficent unexpectedly says "Come here, then," and almost against your own will you do so, slowly walking towards the woman who's sat up slightly and gives you an expectant look.

You clear your throat and pause when you're a few feet away, the desire to fidget anxiously becoming nearly unbearable. But you're unable to with the flower, and Maleficent silently gestures for you to hand it over. It makes you pout, but you do it anyway, knowing that you probably shouldn't argue with the woman. Once it's in her hand she states "Sit," and waves to the spot next to her. You don't move for too long, and the woman scoffs, muttering "Humans are so stubborn." The statement finally makes you sit down, probably just to spite her, and definitely not to see her smirk in satisfaction. From there, much to your surprise, Maleficent has you turn away from her before carefully beginning to do something to your hair. It makes you tense automatically, lips parting as all the air leaves your lungs. Minutes pass before her precise movements cease and she mutters "There. Now you can't complain about not getting your way." You figure she's just done this so you wouldn't pout about the flower situation, but the deed still leaves butterflies in your chest as you carefully reach your hand behind you head, feeling the flower braided into your hair delicately. A smile blooms on your face and you quietly mutter "Thank you, Maleficent," earning no more than a neutral hum.

The three of you stay there for a while longer, and at some point a small creature approaches your party, visibly hesitant but also extremely curious, and your eyes light up, a little noise leaving your mouth as you squeal "Oh, you're so cute!" The little thing makes a tinkling noise that you hope is a good sign, and proceeds to fly around you wildly, making little gestures and poking at your hair. You laugh loudly, playing with it carefully, and soon more of them appear, until there are dozens of the tiny creatures surrounding you and playing around. Each one is a little different, various colors, shapes and sizes, but they're all very hyper and excited. It excites you too, and you can't help but ask what they are. Maleficent answers with a simply "Fairies" and you gape at her, almost unbelieving but also unable to come up with any sort of argument against the statement. So you accept it and move on as best as you can; you realized a while ago that this place, this 'Moors' that Maleficent speaks of, it must be magical. And it must be her home. But that means that she can't be a witch, yet you can't figure out what she is. She can't be a fairy, she has no wings. But what else was there?

You shake it off and continue playing with the fairies, now joined by a few other species of what you assume to also be kinds of fae. They're lovely, but soon you become tired, and dizzy, so though you're still laughing breathlessly, you can't stop yourself from collapsing onto your back beside Maleficent, ignoring the strange look she's giving you while you try to catch your breath. Your laughs taper off into the occasional titter, until you're just smiling broadly. "This place...oh, it's more than I've ever dreamed of. It's magical," you breathe, grinning towards Maleficent, who doesn't return it. But you don't care, really, as laying here in such soft moss has you growing more and more sleepy, until you let out a yawn and your eyes begin to drift closed. "I'm just gonna...take a little nap," you murmur, rolling onto your side and closing your eyes completely. You're asleep within the minute. Meanwhile, both Diaval and Maleficent watch you for a while longer, the latter looking away, disinterested in you. Inwardly, she questions what exactly possessed her to bring you here. But she knows why, really; you're different. Something about you is...strange. Yet the fairy simply can't figure out what. You're not a fairy, she knows that much, but somehow she also is aware that you aren't completely human either. How two humans could have created a non-human baffles her, though. And Maleficent does not like not understanding things.

She allows you to rest for a while, Diaval keeping a close eye on your vulnerable form. But she has to get some rest eventually as well, so soon the woman sighs and stands, levitating you into the air and knowing Diaval will follow as she takes you back home. The trek is a bit long, and makes her grimace uncomfortably, but they get there eventually and Maleficent sends you inside, dropping you gently on the hard stone. The visibly uncomfortable living situation gives the fairy pause, but any sort of emotion that it may have drawn out of her is gone in an instant, already bored of the place. "How she lives here, I will never understand," Diaval mutters, and Maleficent hums in what might be agreement as she turns away and begins the journey to her own residence, returning Diaval to his bird form and allowing him to fly ahead of her.

The next time you see Maleficent is weeks later. Diaval has come to visit a few times, both in bird and human form, and accompany you on walks and such. As a raven he likes to show off and do fancy tricks in the air, making you clap and laugh proudly. As a human he can make intelligent conversation, and tells you all about what Aurora's gotten up to. You visited her about a week ago, and she's growing up wonderfully, even though her "aunts" are terrible caretakers. But Diaval has been keeping her company as well, playing with her and watching over her when you cannot, and you're forever grateful for that. "I know I've already said it, but I really appreciate how much you watch over Aurora," you say one day as the two of you recline against a rock casually conversing and eating raspberries. Diaval glances towards you and replies "It's no problem. She's a precious little thing, and sometimes..." He hesitates, looks from side to side warily before continuing. "Sometimes I regret not speaking up against Maleficent when I knew she was going to curse her." You tense on instinct, but know deep down that in the end, it wasn't up to him to decide what Maleficent did and it wasn't his fault she cursed your sister.

Instead you nod stiffly and mutter "Yeah, I know. But what's done is done, and as long as those three keep her safe until her birthday, it'll all be fine." Diaval nods, popping another berry into his mouth an chewing thoughtfully. After a moment he asks "Why don't you ever want to see her? She's wonderful, and she'd love you." You don't reply for a long moment, but just before Diaval assumes you won't, you state "I wouldn't be able to lie to her. She would no doubt ask who I am, and I would have to tell her that I'm her sister. I simply can't risk that." Your voice is thick with unshed tears, wishing with your entire being you could see her, could speak with your darling Aurora. But you know that you can't, and you've done your best to make peace with that. After all, once she turns sixteen, the curse will be over, and both of you can return to the palace and live happily. That's all that matters. So you just heave a great sigh, eating a few more berries and moving onto a new topic of conversation.

"Is this what we do now? Lay around and be useless?" Diaval jumps to his feet, but you just sigh heavily and lay your head back onto the rock as you call out "Yes Maleficent. When one lives in the woods, this is what we do." A deep chuckle is heard from behind you and you roll your eyes, throwing a berry into the air and attempting to catch it in your mouth. Before you can, it freezes in midair and you watch it zip backwards. You sit up and turn just in time to see the thing disappear past Maleficent's lips, pulled into a challenging smirk that you stare at for a moment too long. Watch her chew the berry for a moment before swallowing, watch the way her neck muscles tense as it goes down her throat, porcelain skin that's visibly flawless. You shake your head and look away once you realize you're staring, feeling a bright flush burn your cheeks that you attempt to hide by turning your body away and standing up, collecting your basket and walking away with the excuse of wanting to collect more of the sweet raspberries. Though you're not lucky enough to lose them, as both Diaval and his mistress follow, the latter more reluctantly as she lets out a huff when her raven walks happily beside you, forced to stray behind.

As you collect the small fruit, Diaval stays quiet, as does Maleficent who's now leaning against the cliff and inspecting her nails, staff clutched tightly in one hand. Becoming curious, you call "So why do you always have that staff?" over your shoulder, tossing another handful of raspberries into your wicker basket. Maleficent groans quietly at your incessant talking, but responds anyway; "It helps me to walk. Why else would I use it?" You roll your eyes and stand up, basket mostly full and berry bush stripped barren. "Well I don't know. You don't seem that old to me, so I don't exactly know why you'd have trouble walking," you explain, crossing your arms and giving the woman a blank look. She returns it with one of her own, nails tapping on wood quietly. After another moment of staring, Maleficent states "I haven't always had to walk." It's a simple statement, but something about the way her gaze flickers away for a split second, almost as though she's nervous to say such a thing, how her fist squeezes the staff a bit tighter, sets you on edge. Your mind races for an answer as to what she might mean, but before you can think too hard she pushes herself off the rocks and jerks her head to the side, Diaval following obediently. You hesitate, not sure if you're meant to follow or not, before Maleficent huffs and yells "I don't have all day, y/n," and you skitter after her, enjoying the way your name sounded coming from her lips.

Just like last time you walked with these two, none of you utter a word, though Diaval sneaks his hand into your basket a few times, which makes you giggle as he smiles playfully, Maleficent huffing indignantly at your antics. Still no one talks directly, enjoying the walk that Maleficent is taking you on. Eventually the trees become more...abnormal, your surroundings changing into something more elegant, but also dark. Something about this place is magical but in an oddly malevolent way. Still, you know that Diaval will keep you safe, and you'd like to think that Maleficent would do the same even though she most likely wouldn't. But it's enough to make you feel more comfortable, even with the strange atmosphere. On and on you go, the sounds of nature and Maleficent's staff hitting the ground blending together until she finally halts, causing you to do the same. You're in the same clearing as last time, you think, but this time there's more than just fairies. It's dark, and there are fireflies of some sort plus other creatures that seem like fawns, if you could ignore the fact that their spots are glowing. Bouncing on your heels, you grin but make sure you don't rush forward without permission, something which is granted after a moment with a sigh and wave of a hand.

Careful not to startle the little deer, you approach slowly with your hand out, appearing less threatening as you sink carefully to your knees in front of them. The creatures are wary, and glance at each other before finally coming forward to nudge at your hand. When they realize that you mean no harm, they bounce a bit, playing with each other as if to say "new friend!" and then begin bopping at your arms and jumping around your form. You laugh jovially as you mess with them, playing in the same manner one would with a puppy, unaware of the eyes that watch you steadily, one pair cold and calculating, the other twinkling with mirth. The little noises the deer make are interspersed with the sound of fairies, their bell-like tinkling joining in as they flutter rapidly around you, haloing your head and tugging at your hair. You're having so much fun you don't even realize that your berries are being picked at until finally Maleficent shoos the creature away, aware that allowing them to all be eaten wouldn't be fair to you, after your hard work of collecting them. At last you take a breath, flopping onto the ground to look up at the stars--when had it become night? A few of the fawns still prance about, while others rest beside you, glowing brightly with a flickering sort of effect. "Best. Birthday gift. Ever," you breathe, grinning up at the sky.

This catches attention. "Birthday?" Diaval prompts, coming to sit next to you against a boulder. Your head turns towards him and you hum in agreement, responding "Yeah. It's my sixteenth birthday. Well--not quite. It's tomorrow. So it's been almost...four years since I ran away." Diaval nods, making a noise of appreciation and muttering "Impressive," to which you chuckle. Maleficent approaches, standing in front of you and forcing you to crane your neck up to look at her. You can only do it for so long and when she stays silent you huff and drop your head back onto the moss. It's then that she decides to speak; "Why did you run? You could have had it all, with your sister off in the forest," she inquires, brows pulled together quizzically. "What's so special about her that you felt the need to throw away your life for her?" You laugh breathlessly, shrugging and trying to come up with a response. "She's my sister, I love her. I couldn't just let her be taken away, with no idea of how she was doing, you know?" you eventually reply, sitting up just far enough to rest your head on your palm, leaned on your elbow in the soft ground. Maleficent watches you carefully, keeping your gaze effortlessly as you lose yourself in her eyes. No matter how many times you see them, you don't think you'll ever really get over their color, they way they sparkle when she thinks too hard.

The fairy notices each time--of course she does--and thinks that it's terribly strange, the fascination you seem to have with her. Though you don't trust her completely, it's obvious that you find her fascinating, in some way. And it's an observation that leaves Maleficent bewildered yet again. You should be afraid of her, should hate her for what she did to your sister. But you don't. You haven't ran away, so you're clearly not afraid of her, nor Diaval. But what was it that you held your gaze when you looked at her? You're interesting, and the fairy isn't quite sure if she means that in a positive or negative way.

You on the other hand, you think she's amazing. Wicked, sure, but still amazing. Something about her draws you in, keeps your attention, and as much as you wish to despise her for everything she's done to your family, you can't quite get there. When you're alone, away from her, your heart hardens and you come to hate her, remember what she did and loathe her for it. But then she stands in front of you, she speaks to you, and all of that distaste fades into the background til it's no more than a dull ache in your chest. And then she looks at you, really focuses on you, and your heart races, skips a beat almost. Your skin heats up under her gaze and you know it. She has such a strange effect on you, Maleficent. And her name...foreign and peculiar, but oddly fitting. After a moment you don't really think about propriety as you ask "What are you?" in a hushed tone. Maleficent blinks a few times, gaze turning disoriented, as though broken out of a daydream. "I beg your pardon?" she responds, and you repeat your question. The woman isn't quite sure whether she should respond or not, but then realizes that it's not like you're going to tell anyone, not when you've condemned yourself to living in a cave like some sort of wild animal. So she strides towards you and settles down against a tree opposite you, making you turn to face her again properly as she states "A fairy."

Your breath hitches and your lips part in surprise. "You're not a witch then?" you ask, and Maleficent actually laughs, shaking her head and carefully setting her staff to the side. "No, I'm not." "Where are your wings?" There it is. She knew that by revealing her nature you'd ask it eventually, but she had hoped you'd wait a while. But no, it seems you're just going right for it. Still all the fairy does is sniff quietly and state "They were taken from me, quite some time ago," unwilling to say any more. And, surprisingly, you don't push. You can sense that she's uncomfortable speaking about the topic, and you don't particularly wish to tick her off so you simply nod and murmur "That's terrible. I'm sorry that happened to you, Maleficent, truly." The brunettes eyes stray back to yours, slow and purposeful, and when they land on you again they don't leave for quite some time, even after you nervously look away, unable to hold eye contact for too long. The raven shrugs and mutters "It's more than she's told me," and you smile, figuring as much but also quite honored that Maleficent would trust you enough to tell you such information. "Yes, it was," the fairy finally mutters once her gaze has left you and begun following an errant fawn who still plays in the foliage.

Again it falls quiet, the silence only being broken by your quiet whispers to the fairies who sit in your hair, braiding tiny strands and giggling. Some perch on your shoulders like little birds, others flitter around your legs and four are sat firmly on your head, teeny hands buried in your hair. The tickling that their wings and hands create makes you giggle breathlessly, swirling your fingers around in the air for the still flying creatures to chase excitedly. They're like puppies, all of these creatures, and you realize that this place isn't as bad as your father had made it seem. Absently you mumble Maleficent's name, gaining an acknowledging hum from the fairy that prompts you to ask "Why did you curse Aurora?" You don't expect an answer, so you aren't disappointed when all the woman says is "I have my reasons." Silence returns, and this time you don't return to your cave, allowed to lay here through the night, having occasional conversation with Diaval, as Maleficent's already fallen asleep--much to your surprise--but it always peters out easily. And though your eyelids grow heavy, and sleep desperately tugs you towards it's realm, you resist, not wanting to miss a moment. Eventually Diaval also falls asleep, and you're left between your two accomplices. Diaval snores quietly, which makes you chuckle, and Maleficent stays mostly silent, besides the occasional little coo in her sleep.

Eventually you roll over to face her, observing the fae silently as thoughts swirl lazily through your headspace. Conflicting ideas of whether or not she's really evil, if she was somehow justified in what she did to Aurora. Surely there must be something deeper to the reasoning behind her curse. This woman, this Maleficent, she wouldn't curse an innocent baby for fun. No, your family must have done something to her. They must have, and she simply chose to take it out on your little sister. As these thoughts come and go, fingers running slowly across the glowing back of a sleeping fawn, a pain begins to grow in your chest. You brush it off as a bad angle and adjust your position, scooching a little closer to Maleficent to try and get away from the root pressing against your spine. Only feet away, you can nearly feel her warm breath on your face, her lips parted just slightly and face totally relaxed. The pain gets worse, and you let out an uncomfortable moan into your arm, grimacing as it only increases. It seems to be focused in your upper body so you sit up and begin pressing gently on certain spots, but nothing makes it especially worse, it just seems to get gradually more intense. Your breathing becomes labored and you can't even appreciate the sunrise as it becomes almost unbearable.

Scared that this is due to something magic, you gasp out a breathy call of Maleficent's name, trying to wake her as you clutch at your chest. She doesn't respond so you try again, and again, until finally you can raise your voice enough to rouse her from sleep. She comes to slowly but surely, but when your pained noises finally register in her ears she sits up rather fast, suddenly fully awake. Her eyes land on Diaval first, still asleep, and then your crumpled up form. On instinct she moves to you and grasps your shoulder, nails digging into your flesh and grounding you in a way. You breathe her name again and Maleficent hurriedly asks you what's wrong. You can't speak all that well but manage to choke out "Hurt, chest hurts. Can't bre-breathe." Some strange part of Maleficent panics a little bit, and her hand tightens on your shoulder even further. She goes to say something, though she's not quite sure what, when suddenly you pull in a loud, sharp gasp that even sounds painful, and collapse into her lap, completely unconscious. The fae freezes up, hands still in midair and eyes locked on your frail, limp form. You're warm against her chilled skin, even through the material of her cloak, but your breathing is too shallow to be quite safe, so with slow movements Maleficent carefully places her hand above your heart, luckily finding a steady rhythm.

She then rests her fingers on your forehead and nearly hisses and jerks back; you're burning up. Still, the fairy isn't sure how to take care of human diseases and so she just does her best to relax her muscles and let you be until you can finally wake up. Her own breathing is a bit heavier than normal, not used to prolonged contact with a human, not since him. The thought of Stefan makes her blood boil again, and she almost pushes you off her on instinct; you're his spawn, his heir. You're the princess, just as much as your sister is, and it sets Maleficent on edge. Yet she knows deep down that you've really been nothing but kind to her, and it wouldn't be fair for her to hate you. It wasn't really fair for her to dislike Aurora either, but she wouldn't go so far as to forgive her as well. No, never her. So the woman is forced to stay still until finally Diaval wakes up; he pokes fun at her predicament, but then she threatens to turn him into a wolf again and he's quick to shut up. "Would you like some help, mistress?" he asks instead, and Maleficent nods, grateful again for his assistance as the raven carefully picks you up and off her lap, allowing her to fully loosen up, though her senses still remain on alert as you've yet to wake up.

Diaval checks your temperature as well, grimacing at the heat that radiates off your skin. "She's got a fever, that's for sure," he mutters, and Maleficent hums in agreement, watching the two of you carefully. A few more minutes pass, and finally you begin to rouse, letting out a little, pained moan from slightly parted lips, eyes fluttering open and fingers pressing roughly into your temple. You murmur something incomprehensible under your breath as you sit up, taking in your surroundings and all at once remembering what had happened. "Has your impromptu nap worked to heal you? Or did you decide to invade my personal space for nothing?" You look towards Maleficent, looking as unimpressed as ever, but you can't even be upset. So you just smile softly and mumble "Yes, it doesn't hurt anymore. I'm terribly hot, though," and Diaval quickly pipes in with "You've caught a fever, y/n. Quite a bad one, I reckon." You nod, figuring as much, before looking up to the bright morning sun and stating "Well, I'm officially sixteen. How interesting." A quiet chuckle that Diaval copies, rubbing your shoulder and wishing you a happy birthday. You nod and smile back, whispering a soft thank you to the raven.

Maleficent has stayed quiet through the ordeal, but finally forces herself to reluctantly mutter "Yes yes. Congratulations, you're one year closer to dying," and the absolute morbidity of the statement makes you laugh loudly, flushing a bit under the heavy stare that it earns you from the woman. "Sorry, sorry. I just--hah--that's the strangest 'happy birthday' anyone's ever given me," you say, "It caught me off guard, but it's very...you." Maleficent cocks a brow up, prompting, but you just shrug and smile mischievously. She watches you curiously, even after you turn away, and you do your best to ignore the feeling of her eyes on you as you speak to Diaval, thanking him as well for his help, until eventually you sigh and state "Well I should get back to Nova. She's probably worried herself sick, you know." The raven nods, knowing you're probably right, and then looks over your shoulder at his mistress, who's already stood, staff in hand. "Very well," she states, and you can barely get out a thank you for letting you stay before you're knocked unconscious my Maleficent's magic.

From that day forward, unbeknownst to the fae, Maleficent began to see you differently. Her heart began to soften, slowly but surely. Without her conscious knowledge, Maleficent grew to enjoy your presence, even crave it on occasion. And the same was happening with you, each moment you spent with the woman only making you fall deeper and deeper into your fascination. And soon the fascination was something else, something more intimate and personal. As walls cracked and glances became fond, Maleficent began to care for you. It wasn't right away, of course. After what had happened in her childhood, what he had done to her, she couldn't risk letting someone else in. Yet you'd managed to push and push until finally it started to work. Until finally she'd let you walk with her, have quiet conversations and, if you were lucky, make her laugh. That's your favorite thing of her, you think, her laugh. The way her lips would twitch up a bit before finally they'd part, revealing pearly white fangs and a wonderful laugh. And then she'd give you that look, that oddly fond one that sent butterflies through your chest and made your cheeks heat up.

All of these memories, little moments shared with the fairy, form daydreams and lovely nightmares, the ones that leave you terrified but somehow, some way, also are a comfort. Absently, your fingers move through a bush, collecting blueberries for your meal later today, moving on autopilot as you let yourself drift away into your own head. It's silent around you, nothing besides a few birds and your horse chewing contentedly on the supple grass that lines the clearing around your cave. It's almost a shock to realize that you've been living here for nearly fifteen years. Has it really been that long? Certainly not....no, it definitely has. Only a year before you can go home. The thought makes you laugh in disbelief. A decade of living in the forest. How've you managed to get this far? You're not exactly sure, standing up with your basket hanging in you crook of your elbow, full to the brim with dark navy berries, a few of which you nibble on as you return to your cave. Throwing a greeting towards Nova, along with a berry that she catches easily, you carefully crawl inside and place your basket in the corner, covering it up to keep any bugs (or stray fairies) away from the fruit, before rearranging your small amount of belongings, keeping yourself busy to keep your wild thoughts at bay. But eventually you can no longer find anything to do inside, so you sigh and return to the sunshine, tipping your head back and letting the sun soak your face and heat up your skin pleasantly.

Throughout the years, you'd learned how to make clothing, stealing cloth from the cabin, knowing the three fairies wouldn't even notice the missing material, and fashioning a needle from a bit of sharp rock that you'd spent weeks sharpening down to a point and boring a hole through. It was a tedious process and you'd rather die than have to do it again, but luckily you've managed to make yourself a couple new dresses. It's easier than having to wear the same one over and over, and wash it in the river every week in no more than your undergarments. You're wearing one today, a dark thing with mismatched fabric, though luckily the pieces are all of a very similar color, so it doesn't look too terrible. Your bare arms extend to the side, a sigh falling from your lips as your fingers stretch out, as though trying to grasp a beam of light in your hand and steal it from the sky. You hear soft, repetitive strikes on stone coming from somewhere in the vicinity, but dismiss them as some animal passing through, until a well known voice rings out through your clearing, bidding you a good morning. A smile stretches onto your face, and your head falls back down to look at the owner of the voice.

"Good morning, Maleficent. How did you sleep?" you ask, dropping your arms before crossing them loosely over your chest as the fairy approaches slowly. Distantly you notice that she's got her horns wrapped in a different crown. The woman shrugs elegantly and replies "Well enough. You haven't been getting up to too much trouble, I hope." You chuckle and mirror her shrug, muttering "Oh, always," which makes Maleficent sigh in exasperation, muttering something about humans and their ridiculousness. She doesn't make the statement to your face though, instead stating "I just came from your sister's. She's growing into quite the fetching creature, that beastie." You'd never earned an explanation of how Aurora had gained such a nickname, and while it had offended you at first, now you've come to see it as a sort of endearment towards your sister. So you lean against a boulder and nod, humming quietly and asking her how she's doing. "Fine. Those three excuses for caretakers are stupid as ever." A cruel smirk pulls at the woman's lips; "Though it is one of life's simple pleasures to see them attack each other on the daily." Her honesty makes you snort quietly and shake your head, knowing she's right even though a part of you wants to scold the fairy for messing with them. Still, you suppose she doesn't have much other entertainment around here.

Maleficent, who'd paused her advancing a few minutes back, resumes her movement, her slow approach lazy and casual, and you watch her in amusement, enjoying how even her steps are and satisfying each quiet strike of her staff against the earth below her feet. Your own feet are bare, allowing you to feel the grass and rock that they would tread upon with ease. At first it had been painful, but after fifteen years, the soles had become rough and it was no longer difficult for you to traverse various surfaces without the need of shoes. Which was nice, honestly; quite freeing. Your fingers vacantly tap against your arm, eyes not leaving Maleficent's nearing form, until she's finally stopped a few feet away. A small smile plays on her lips and you return it with a proper one of your own, murmuring "And what are you up to, hmm?" The fairy doesn't respond, her eyes tracking across your face for a while before she finally responds with "Nothing in particular." Nodding, you don't push it, and take to looking up at the sky again, perfectly blue and cloudless. You don't even notice Maleficent sneaking a bit closer, now within arms reach, which proves important as her free hand raises to your face, fingers gently catching your chin and tilting your head back down towards her. They're cold, somehow, and the feeling makes your breath catch in your throat.

You whisper her name quietly, not getting a response, and try not to fidget under her intense and watchful gaze. Those eyes...an impossible color for anyone of your kind, yet they work so well on her. You're so hopelessly lost in her gaze that you don't even fully register her leaning a bit further forward, until her nose nearly brushes yours. So you remain quiet, unable to look away both physically and mentally, until at last Maleficent drops her hand and jerks away, blinking a few times as she steps back, expression one of confused surprise. "I don't...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," she mutters, not quite looking directly at you, staring somewhere just above your eyes, but you shake your head and quickly say "No no, it's fine. You don't make me uncomfortable, not at all." Maleficent glances down and meets your eyes for a split second, hums neutrally, and turns away completely. Once she's a good distance away from you, and you've made no move to get closer, she asks "You realize that in less than a year's time you'll be going home?" You answer her positively, quite aware of that fact. "Fifteen years in the forest. No other humans to interact with, nothing to do except forage and sleep." She chuckles, "Have you not yet become bored?"

You do think about the woman's words for a long moment; you've most definitely gotten bored, many times, but have always managed to find something to do. Even the most mundane tasks are better than nothing, and Nova's kept you constant company. You tell Maleficent as much, adding in "Plus, I've had you. And Diaval. Surely I can't be bored when you're here bothering me constantly, eh?" The casual tease earns you a glare, the implication that Maleficent is a bother setting her on edge. But then you smile playfully and she realizes you were joking. "Indeed." From there neither of you speak, a pregnant pause lagging the conversation, and eventually Maleficent states "I have places to be. Keep yourself out of trouble, if you will," before disappearing as soon as you've acknowledged her words. She sneaks past trees with practiced ease, slipping further and further into the woods and closer to the Moors. The woman begins to pass the cabin on the way there, but hesitates when the sound of joyous laughter hits her ears, clearly belonging to the princess herself. Reluctantly, she slips a bit closer until she can catch sight of Aurora, playing around in a pile of leaves and laughing loudly. Something in Maleficent's hear softens again, watching the blonde so free and wild, and just for a moment, she regrets cursing her. Immediately this fades and is replaced with anger. How she can be so happy and wile while Maleficent is forced to suffer, wingless and practically alone--it's not fair. The fairy scowls and marches away.

Your fire burns warm and bright, a plume of smoke rising high into the sky that's visible even from where Diaval perches on Maleficent's staff, before his eyes drop down to the laughing blonde in front of them. She's playing with no care for grace nor cleanliness, dress beyond rescue but still grinning. He chirps in what could be seen as a laugh and gives Maleficent a prompting look, hopping off her staff and tilting his head to the side. The fairy huffs, rolls her eye, yet still turns him back to a human. He thanks her quietly and continues watching Aurora play with the creatures around her, covered in mud but happier than ever. It brings a smile to his face, and though he knows his mistress wouldn't admit it, Maleficent also has a miniscule smile playing on her features as she watches. Something about Aurora, just like her sister years prior, has taken Maleficent and refused to let her go, until a certain fondness has grown in her darkened soul. It's not the same kind of affection she holds for you, though. Yours is different, something about it is more personal, whereas what she feels for Aurora could be taken as...maternal? It's a thought that makes Maleficent cringe, hating the idea of being a mother figure to a human. Still, the godmother title does please her. Whether that's because she finds it amusing for the fact that Aurora sees her in such a way, or if it's really affection, she's not sure. Probably both.

So Maleficent continues to bring Aurora to the Moors, give her a sense of security. And slowly, she understands that it's definitely affection. And that scares her. It terrifies her, somehow more than her feelings for you terrify her. The notion that she's letting not only one person from the man that accosted her, but two people? Horrifying. How could she let herself do something like this, let herself go soft for humans? Not to mention humans who were the heirs to Stephen's throne. Pitiful. And yet when she was confronted by Aurora about the curse, had the young princess yell and condemn her, she swore her heart broke in two, all over again. "Find the boy!" She had insisted that Phillip would do no good for Aurora, but she knows that Aurora is going to go back, and she can't let her curse take hold of the blonde. So when she tracks Phillip down, she doesn't hesitate to take off towards the castle where she knows Aurora is headed as well.

As for you, well you've just about done the same. You were on your visit to the cabin to watch over Aurora for a while, but when you're met with still air, empty cabin, and no Aurora, and remember what day it is, you panic. Your gaze darts to the sky, seeing the sun beginning to set already, and your breathing kicks up, panic consuming your heart. You sprint back to your cave, completely abandoning your belongings as you untie Nova from the tree, jump onto her back, and swing her reigns down, calling out "Nova, go!" before the horse takes off in a gallop. You lead her expertly through the trees, heels digging into her flanks and body bowed down, air rushing through your hair. Tears unwillingly prick in your eyes, knowing that if you don't get to the castle and stop her, your sister will activate the curse and fall into her death sleep. And in this moment you can't help but despise Maleficent all over again. If she had just taken her business elsewhere, taken out her anger on your father directly, none of this would have happened. She cursed your baby sister and now the princess could very well be condemning herself at this very moment. Again you strike the reigns down, needing Nova to go faster, but you know that she really can't go any quicker and tearfully apologize.

The creature neighs in protest but doesn't slow, finally exiting the clearing, and finally the Moors entirely. You can see the wall of thorns up ahead, so you abruptly steer Nova to the side, trying to find the end. It takes you too long, but you do eventually and quickly direct her around it. You're forced to cross a small river, which is less than ideal as now your legs are soaked to the knees, but you ignore it as you get closer to the castle. "Come on girl, keep going," you mutter, and you can almost feel Nova put on a bit more speed, even though she's nearly panting and clearly exhausted. You feel terrible about overworking her like this, but you'll be sure to give her extra attention just as soon as you restrain Aurora long enough for night to fall and the curse to end. You crest the hill and finally see the huge castle, though it's still at least half a mile away. So you hold your breath and clutch the reigns tighter, knuckles going white and tears flying behind you as they streak over your cheeks. Closer and closer the palace gets, becoming bigger by the second, until finally you cross the bridge, shouting for the guards to open the gates. They must know that you're not a threat, or maybe it's just the pure panic in your voice, but they obey just in time for you to burst through.

You pull Nova to a sudden stop, the horse rearing up in the process and nearly bucking you off. But you exclaim "Nova, calm!" and she drops back onto the cobble. Not hesitating, you fling yourself off of her and spring towards the doors, bursting through them and looking around rapidly. Your head begins to spin and your chest becomes tight. Once again you take off in a run, needing to find your sister before it's too late. Past hundreds of doors, down a dozen winding hallways you go, waiting to catch sight of someone, anyone, who can direct you to either Aurora or your father. Eventually though, you skid to a stop, digging your heels into the floor and doing your best not to fall backwards. Something is pulling you away, towards an open door that leads down to an impossibly long staircase. You blink a few times, glancing around warily, but eventually give in and let yourself be guided down by some invisible force. Further and further down you get, and the louder it gets, sounds like a busy town market filling the area as the tug gets stronger, your head gets woozier and throat goes dry. Your vision clouds a bit and you bite back a frustrated groan, unsure why everything's going quiet again when you're in the middle of the washwoman's quarters with them bustling around you hurriedly, paying no attention to your wandering form.

Still walking, you traverse the halls until it begins getting dark, your finger begins pulsing painfully and with no explanation. It gets worse the farther you go but for some reason you can't break away from the spell that you've become stuck in, wandering endlessly. And then you arrive at a door, cracked open just enough to show more darkness. So you push it open numbly, no longer fully aware of your actions, and don't even question the piles and piles of wood that surround the cleared path you walk down. And in the center of the room sits one perfect, undamaged spinning wheel. It's spindle glints brightly, dangerously. Almost like tunnel vision, your focus zeroes in on the metal needle, steps stopping once you've arrived within a foot of the wheel. And slowly, cautiously, your arm raises. In the back of your head there's a voice screaming at you to stop, to find Aurora, do anything, but it's overpowered by the whispers that have begun to enter your mind, millions of hushed voices but all with one message: do it. They want you to touch the needle, you're sure of it, and not strong enough to stop yourself from ghosting your pointer finger over the tip of the spindle. And before you can break free or pull away, you bring it down and the metal pierces your skin. It hurts, but only for a moment, because you're only able to think "oh no" before you become horribly dizzy and promptly collapse. Your head collides with the stone floor, and it's all you feel before everything goes dark.

Somewhere a few miles away, just outside the castle, a certain fairy's entire body goes lax, and she pulls in a sharp gasp that rips through her throat painfully. Maleficent's hands tighten until her nails cut into her palms and her head drops to Diaval's mane. "It's done," she breathes, and an overwhelming sense of failure washes over the woman's entire body and soul. If she didn't know better she'd say her heart stops beating for a moment, before it shatters into a million pieces. Is this what heartbreak feels like? True, pure heartbreak, hundreds of times worse than what she had felt at Stephen's betrayal. Diaval hasn't stopped running, still carrying her limp form as Phillip's horse does the same behind them, but eventually Maleficent pulls herself together, sits up straight, and hardens her will. She's going to get into that castle, she's going to get Phillip to Aurora, and he will wake her up, she's sure of it. So she snaps the reigns and mutters "Faster, Diaval," glad he's listening for once and obeying as he speeds up just a tad. Soon his hooves hit hard stone and she pulls him to a stop, sliding off his back before returning him to a human. Her magic still remains on Phillip, and she leads his horse inside, skillfully avoiding the guards even as Diaval complains behind her.

They make it inside, somehow, but are soon faced with a corridor of spikes, which Maleficent can assume without touching them are made of iron in an attempt to keep her out. Surely there could have been a better way in, she realizes, one that would not risk her safety, but they're already here and she isn't going to waste time finding somewhere else. So with a determined expression, and ignoring Diaval's quiet "Mistress..." she walks forward, maneuvering herself around the spikes and hissing when one catches her arm, burning against her skin painfully. With a huff, she lets the burn fade before bending herself around an especially long spike that heats up red as her forehead hovers just centimeters below it. But she does make it out, as does Diaval and his floating prince, and is conveniently let out into a hallway. Maleficent hums under her breath, amused at how surprisingly easy it was to get past the king's "defenses". A pair of servant girls walk past before she and the two boys creep around the corner and hide behind a thick curtain. Though the fairy's eyes do catch on a guard stationed in front of what Maleficent prays to be Aurora's room. After a moment of thinking, she finally guides Phillip, still in the air, out and into the guard's line of sight. The woman can just barely see him react, confused and automatically creeping forward to inspect the anomaly. And with a sturdy baseball grip on her staff, she steps in front of him, and wacks him across the head with a grunt of effort. He falls to the floor in a heap, and she smirks down at his body, letting out a little "hmph" of satisfaction. Diaval rolls his eyes at his mistress' dramatics, but follows obediently, pressing himself against the wall beside Maleficent next to the door.

The doors are closed, but Maleficent nearly groans at the muffled sound of the fairies that were supposed to keep Aurora safe talking from behind the wood. Goddamn imbeciles, those three. Still, the fae keeps quiet, unable to risk being found, and levitates Phillip in front of the door before ungracefully dropping him to the floor, not caring for his comfort. The sudden thump must draw the fairy's attention as soon the doors are heaven open with tiny grunts, revealing Knotgrass and soon her other two companions hovering and staring at the prince in shock. He wakes rather fast, looking around and, when the fairies begin interrogating him, states "I'm quite embarrassed to say that I'm not entirely sure where I am." When Flittle states "In King Stefan's castle," Phillip finally gets to his feet, still looking around cluelessly as he mutters "This is where I'm meant to be," smiling sheepishly. Maleficent can't see anything besides Phillip, but can clearly hear the wary pause the three fairies give before finally Knotgrass requests to know why he's there. The prince explains that he was sent by his father--King John of Ulstead, apparently--and in unison the fairies gasp and exclaim "A prince!"

And before Maleficent can even blink she's watching Phillip get pushed and pulled into the room with a confused noise of protest. The fae watches in dull amusement as he stumbles on his way in, a tiny smirk teasing her lips, but that drops immediately when, after Phillip breathlessly states Aurora's name, the sound of her voice responds with "Oh, Phillip! Thank the heavens you're here!" Maleficent's blood runs cold, and any hint of color that may have been in her skin fades to a ghostly white. The woman's breath hitches uncharacteristically as all she can think of is that this can't be happening, it's impossible, she must be wrong. And yet, when she slips unseen into the room, she watches as Phillip embraces Aurora tightly, the blonde undoubtedly awake. Which means that someone else must have been cursed. Someone else of the royal lineage...once again Maleficent's heart skips a beat in the worst way as the two pull apart and the bed is revealed, along with the woman laying on it.

It's you.

Maleficent isn't sure how to react, exactly. Her lips part as though she wants to speak, but she's unable to get a word out and they close just as fast. She can hear Diaval's breath go shallow and his whisper of your name, and has to blink a few times as her vision unexplainably gets a bit blurry. The fae watches Aurora walk around the bed again to kneel next to the mattress, clasping your hand in hers as Phillip stands beside her, also staring down at your vulnerable form. "What's happened to her, Aurora?" he asks, and the blonde sniffs before tearfully replying "She--She's been cursed. She took the curse th-that was meant for me." Though Maleficent knew it to be true, knew there was no other explanation, the audible confirmation still sends a shockwave of nausea, or something similar, through her. She's unable to look away, acid gaze locked on you and your sister as the latter presses her face against your arm, presumably beginning to cry again. "I never even got to meet her. Never got to speak to her, my own sister. I didn't even--" Aurora has to stop to take a deep, shaky breath before continuing. "Didn't even know she existed," she finishes, and Phillip purses his lips, clearly distressed as well, and Maleficent can't stand by and watch any longer, so before she can change her mind and cower away, she steps into sight, the sound of her heels against the tile alerting the young royals of her presence.

Aurora looks up first, and as soon as she catches sight of Maleficent she exclaims "You did this! You did this to her!" It makes Maleficent recoil automatically, the blonde's loud volume hurting her hearing a bit. Still she doesn't pause her approach until she's standing on the opposite side of the bed, staring down at you. "I know. I know I did. But I...I didn't mean to. I don't know how she took your curse," the fae mutters, this time unable to blink away the tear that soon falls past her waterline and onto a sharp cheek. Aurora glares at the fae for a while longer, but gradually the hate begins to seep away, watching her godmother genuinely upset at your state, and finally fades completely until the sorrow returns and she doesn't hesitate to circle around and pull Maleficent into a tight hug. The woman's form stiffens and she isn't quite sure how to respond, but hesitantly wraps her free arm around Aurora's shoulders and finally relaxes, sighing and setting her chin gently on Aurora's shoulder, ignoring the feeling of the blonde's tears falling onto her neck. When they finally separate Aurora grabs Maleficent's hand and carefully pulls her around to your side of the bed until she's standing beside you, close enough to touch.

And the fae watches, peaceful and silent, so normal one could really mistake it for a normal sleep. As she stares down on you, finger absently running across your cheek and hating the lack of reaction it causes, she finally gains her voice enough to speak. "I know I don't deserve your forgiveness. What I've done is beyond unforgiveable. But you..." she pauses, getting a bit choked up as she speaks, but as Aurora squeezes her hand tightly, she keeps going as best as she can. "You've somehow managed to steal my heart with little more than kindness and a smile. You've given me something that I haven't felt in years, and not a day will pass where I do not miss you." The woman can't really think of much more to say other than "I won't let anything hurt you, I swear it," before finally stopping, thumb rubbing across your jaw gingerly. More tears have escaped but Maleficent can't bring herself to care. Meanwhile, Phillip had left to give the three of you some privacy, knowing he isn't close enough to you to warrant being in the room. But Aurora isn't leaving, even once she drops her godmother's hand and carefully perches on the edge of your bed, exquisite sheets soft and plus against her fingers.

She watches the way Maleficent looks at you, sees the spark of emotion that has never been directed at her, and realizes at once just what that emotion is. So without any thought to her own shame nor Maleficent's possible embarrassment, the princess quietly says "Kiss her. True love’s kiss, remember?" Maleficent glances towards the blonde and chuckles humorlessly, mumbling "There's no such thing," but Diaval, who's remained in the shadows and out of sight, finally reveals himself and calls out "Just try it, Mistress. Please, for y/n's sake." The fae glares at Diaval, though it holds no true bite, before looking back down at you. Her gaze moves from your closed eyes to a bit lower, doubts racing around her head but something else telling her that they have a point. And at this point, she's nearly desperate enough to try, so with Aurora's gentle encouragement, the fae slowly bends down, and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. But neither Aurora nor Diaval are impressed and the former sighs, exasperatedly mumbling "That doesn't count, godmother." Maleficent's breath stutters, very much aware of what they want. And before she can regret it, she slides a bit further down until her lips hover just a hair's breadth away from yours. Her hands shake and her eyes close tightly, but with a deep breath to steel herself, she finally dips down and properly connects your lips.

Yours are soft, shockingly so, and Maleficent feels a shiver travel down her spine as she presses just a bit harder, before pulling away and standing up. All three of them watch you expectantly, silently praying that it'll work. But it doesn't; you don't react in the slightest, and after another moment, Maleficent finally turns away, no longer able to look at your unresponsive form as she breathes "I told you it wouldn't work," and begins walking away. But she gets no more than two steps away when Aurora gasps loudly and breathlessly exclaims her name, bringing Maleficent's attention back to her, and subsequently you. You, who's now staring up at her with a fond smile on your face and a playful sparkle in your gaze. "Hiya, Mal." The woman lets out a shaky breath, unable to speak for a moment as more tears burn in her eyes, but then you smile again and she lets out a breathless laugh and replies "Hello, darling." Your grin widens further and you finally look away from Maleficent, turning to see your darling sister. "Oh, Aurora...you've grown into such a wonderful girl." The blonde sniffs before throwing herself into your arms, exclaiming your name as she buries her face in your shoulder, making you laugh and hold her tightly, nearly squeezing the life out of her. "Oh, it's so wonderful to finally be with you..." you murmur against her.

After a minute Aurora pulls away and proceeds to pull you to your feet, panicking when you stumble and cry out in pain, but you assure her--and Maleficent, who also freaks out a bit--that you'd simply twisted your ankle on your journey to the castle and were still a bit dizzy from the whole curse experience. Maleficent chuckles nervously at that one and you glare at her teasingly. She waves you off but doesn't meet your eyes, even as the kiss has yet to leave her mind. So she stays quiet and doesn't bring it up, and neither do you, even though you're acutely aware that she was, in fact, the one to wake you. Instead you just mutter "Now c'mon. Let's go home."

Your scream echoes through the room as you watch the chain net come down upon Maleficent, her own scream just as ear piercing. It's clearly made of iron, and you can see it burning her skin as her face twists in agony. Not caring of your own safety, you lunge towards her, sliding on the slippery tile and trying to tug the net off of her, but it's too heavy and you can't move it. Tears stream down your face as you sob, repeating "no, no no, come on!" as you desperately keep pulling. But Maleficent tries to get you to stop, calling your name repeatedly before finally grasping your hands, even as the iron burns her wrists, stopping you from moving as she hisses "It's no use, y/n. Go, get out of here with Aurora, please." You shake your head, tears clouding your vision as you refuse to leave her, but the fae isn't having it as she again yells "Go! You need to get to safety! Please!" The idea of leaving her here, totally at your father's mercy, breaks your heart, but you know that you need to get your sister out, so you brokenly whisper "I'll come back for you," before clasping her face in your hands and pressing your lips against hers as hard as you can, tears wet on her lips. A band of iron drapes across her nose and scalds her sensitive skin but Maleficent doesn’t care in the moment. One of her hands grips your wrist tightly and she presses back, but she's forced off of you as guards converge around the net and one of them grabs you by the shoulder, tossing you back violently even as you scream for them to stop. Maleficent calls your name in a panic and you call hers back but she's cut off by another painful cry.

You try to fight your way back to her, but when you see Aurora doing the same you back off, screaming for your sister to stop. She looks up at you, and obeys, but then you hear the roar of something large above you and spin to face a huge dragon now flying ominously above the crowd. You assume it Diaval and look back to your sister, but she's already gone. Now you're seriously terrified, so with one last look back at Maleficent, who's still trapped and under the abuse of a dozen guards, each blow that hits her body making you cry a little harder, you run off in the direction of the stairs. Sprinting up the staircase and through the halls, you yell out for your sister but she doesn't respond, for far too long. Until finally, after what feels like forever, you hear her call back, and you take a sharp left, crashing through a door, panting. You see your sister there, attempting to push a glass case onto the floor. You're not sure what it holds, but you trust her and run to the other side, giving it one great shove with her, and sending it to the ground, shattering upon impact. And you finally see the contents; a magnificent pair of wings, clearly sentient as they now flap wildly in an attempt to wrestle out of the ruins of the case. When they finally get free, they flap in the air for a moment before finally speeding out of the room with both you and Aurora hot on their tail.

You stumble but catch yourself on the railing, looking down at the scene below you. Fires everywhere, soldiers with iron shields and armor. Your heart breaks when you se Diaval, still in dragon form, chained and struggling on the ground, crying out in rage. But it completely shatters when you see what the soldiers are circled around. It's Maleficent, her cape ripped from her body, with none other than your father standing above her, a ball and chain clutched tightly in his right hand. He's yelling at her, and you can barely catch "-in a world where you don't belong!" just as he loops the chain around Maleficent's torso and pulls it tight. The fae's mouth falls open in pain and you scream her name, taking off down the walk and practically falling down the stairs in an effort to get to her. You're shouting for your father, begging him to stop, but he completely ignores you. As you run blindly towards the circle, you don't notice the wings entering the room until a blinding light illuminates the room and you hear Maleficent gasp loudly. You freeze in your tracks and watch in awe as, a moment later, the woman's body lifts into the air, carried high above the rest of you with wings the size of...well, you don't even know how to describe them, they're bigger than you've ever seen.

Maleficent sees you first, staring at her in astonishment, and then Aurora, still standing at the railing upstairs, staying safe as you had instructed. The fae's eyes return to you and she smiles gratefully, but the moment is broken as your father stands and declares "Kill her!" You kick yourself into action, as does Maleficent, and run towards Stephen. He's distracted with Maleficent, as are the rest of the soldiers, giving you the ability to forcibly remove one of their swords from it's sheath, clutching it tightly in your hand. You've never used a sword in your life, it's heavier than you expected, but you feel it around, getting comfortable with it for a moment but keeping a close eye on your surroundings. Thankfully, since one guy catches sight of you, now armed, and runs at you, forcing you to put the thing into action. With some effort, you dodge out of the way and swing the blade up, catching him under the arm. He cries out in pain and you quickly focus on your main target; your father. He's swinging that chain around again, as Maleficent flies through the air, sending chandeliers to the ground with ease, their chains snapping as if it were nothing. Stephen yells out a battle cry as the woman easily knocks the soldiers that are holding Diaval out of the way, allowing the dragon to escape and assist her with the rest of the men.

You steel yourself to try and figure out what to do with the sword, but don't really get the chance as you hear Maleficent shriek above you, and when you look she's got a heavy chain wrapped tightly around her ankle. With one hard pull, she's caught off balance, wings curling the wrong way, and it gives your father the chance to bring her down. She falls with a shrill scream, attempting to catch herself in the air but failing as Stephen once again heaves her downwards. She connects with the floor in a heap, letting out another painful cry. Seeing her like this, in pain and vulnerable as Stephen advances on her, sword poised to attack, makes your blood boil, and without thinking you charge him. "Get away from her!" Your body collides with his a moment later, and he's so caught off guard that he falls sideways onto the ground with you practically on top of him. With him in his heavy armor and you in no more than a lightweight dress, he's much slower than you, so even with your nonexistent training you manage to knock his sword from his hand, sending it skidding across the floor. And as your father looks up at you in shock, choking out your name along with a "Don't do this, I'm your father-!" you laugh darkly and shake your head, raising your own sword and hissing "You were never my father," before swinging it down as hard as you can, shoving the blade through the space between his neck and the edge of his breastplate.

The sharpened metal connects with Stephen's flesh and digs into his neck, easily severing multiple vital arteries. It's a fatal blow and you don't bother to pull the blade free as you push yourself off him with some trouble. You turn to face Maleficent, who stands at the foot of the steps with a shocked expression, eyes wide and lips parted, but then you grin and she comes to, returning it as she ascends into the sky again. You watch her speed through the air, heading towards the stairs, and with barely even a stumble, she manages to pull Aurora over the railing and into her arms before veering to the side and, with your awestruck gaze following her every move, corkscrewing towards the huge mural window above your parent's throne. She crashes through it with ease and her wings extend to the sides, and time seems to slow as she glides into the air, head up proudly and your sister held protectively in her embrace. But you've been paying too much attention to her. So much so that you've dropped your guard completely, and without a weapon you're completely at the mercy of anyone in that room. And boy does this prove to be a problem, for a moment later time resumes when someone grabs your bicep and flings you backwards, ignoring your cry of pain when you crash into the wall. The tears return at the immense pain that rockets through your entire body, unable to protect yourself as the man advances on you, accusing you of killing the king.

Which, to be fair, is not an incorrect claim. So in all honesty he kind of has a right to be mad. But still, you're now the oldest royal, with your father dead. You're the rightful queen, the heir to his thrown, and if this man kills you now he'd be committing treason and would be sentenced to death. You say as much, declaring "I am my father's eldest daughter. If you kill me, you'd be killing the new queen!" But the soldier just cackles wickedly and exclaims "You're no queen! You're barely even a princess!" This pisses you off, rightfully so, and gives you enough strength to push yourself up to your feet. Breathing heavily, you grit your teeth at the ache in your side, but spit "Get away from me, or I'll have you executed!" It really does nothing except anger him further, and he raises his sword, preparing to impale you as he states "That's enough talk from you," but before he can you're suddenly in the air, and his sword pierces through no more than air, hitting the wall with a metallic screech. Warm arms around your waist hold you up, and you know immediately who's got you and don't fight. Instead you relax as best as you can while still hanging fifteen feet above the ground with the only thing keeping you from tumbling down being Maleficent's arms.

You can feel her warm breath against your face as she murmurs "Assertiveness suits you well, dearest. You should use it more," and before you can even think to respond she's taken you from the castle, exiting through the now empty window frame. She soars through the air, your long hair blowing into from your face and making you laugh breathlessly. "I should probably cut my hair someday!" you exclaim, and Maleficent chuckles but doesn't respond, just flipping in the air and diving back down towards the ground. The earth grows nearer by the second, coming up to swallow you, and you'd be scared if you didn't trust Maleficent so much. And she pulls through, of course, extending her wings just in time for her body to come to a harsh stop only feet away from the cobblestones. It's a rush, and you're left panting when she finally lets you go. After steadying yourself, stumbling a bit from the sudden stop, you spin to face Maleficent and exclaim "That's so cool!" looking at the huge wingspan that now adorns her back, moving slightly in the wind. The fairy laughs quietly, and before she can comment your sister rushes past her and tackles you, muttering "Oh thank god you're alright-!" You hold her tightly, just like the first time only hours prior. "I'm alright. We're all okay."

Your eyes stay on Maleficent over Aurora's shoulder, and she doesn't look away either until finally a large form bursts forth from the castle, dropping a few unlucky soldiers to the ground, killing them instantly of course, before coming towards you three. Just before it can collide with Maleficent, the woman flicks her fingers out and mutters something that turns it back into a human, Diaval tripping and falling on his face at the sudden transformation. The sound breaks Aurora away from you and she rushes to help Diaval to his feet, making sure he's alright. After all, he's done just as much work as the rest of you, if not more. Meanwhile, as your sister worries over Diaval, you creep back to stand in front of Maleficent, who watches you carefully and quietly. You don't hesitate to take her hands in yours, staring up at her for a moment before mumbling "Thanks for the whole, yknow...saving my life and all that." The fairy shrugs, nonchalantly replying "Simply repaying a favor," to which you roll your eyes, biting back a grin in order to playfully ask "You sure it wasn't more than a favor?" standing up on your tiptoes to get closer to the woman's face. It annoys you that she's taller than you, but it amuses Maleficent to no end as a smirk pulls at her lips, still ruby red and so very tempting.

"Why of course. What else might it have been, princess?" the way she purrs the last word has you biting your lower lip and gaze dropping down to her mouth. So in a breathy voice, you whisper "That's queen to you," before pushing forward and connecting your lips again. You can feel Maleficent's breath stutter just slightly before she's pressing back, just as eager. You drop her hands in order to bring yours to her face, pulling her a bit further down so you don't have to stand on your toes, while hers settle around your waist. It's a hesitant movement, fingers ghosting over your hips before she finally gets the courage to rest them against your body gently. As soon as her palms are pressed flat against you, she settles into the hold and pulls you just a tad closer, tipping her head slightly to the side to deepen the kiss. It's been a long time coming and Maleficent plans to take advantage of every second that she can get. In fact she's perfectly content to keep you there for the rest of the night, but an exasperated Aurora finally exclaims "Oh my goodness, get a room you two!" and you pull away from the fairy to laugh, removing your hands from her face and stepping away so you can playfully glare at your sister. Diaval grins mischievously beside her, hands crossed behind his back and shoulders high in pride. It earns him look of his own that the ravenette waves away with no trouble.

"Well. I think I've had about enough of humans for approximately the rest of my life, so if you wouldn't mind I'd like to return home." Maleficent's voice drips with exhaustion, but her tone still holds that playfully clipped edge that it so often would take with you, and you giggle, nodding in agreement. "Yeah. I'd like that," you state, and before you head off you once again take Maleficent's hand. This time she doesn't even startle, and holds back just as tightly.

You stand tall and proud beside your partner and her loyal bird, currently residing as a human at her right hand, as you watch your little sister approach the three of you slowly. She's wearing a lovely dress, something fit for a royal, as are you. With your crown perched delicately upon your head, you'd taken the day off, entrusting your own right hand to watch over the castle for a bit, in order to come see Aurora's own coronation. Yours had taken place weeks ago, nearly a month, and while it was lovely, this...this is something else entirely. As your sister stands in front of Maleficent, eyes darting to you and shining with excitement, you give her a smile before she looks back to her godmother. You all wait for a moment longer before finally tiny voices can be heard approaching the dais, and three familiar fairies fly haphazardly towards you. They appear, two holding an intricate crown made of what look to be golden olive branches. They hand it off to Maleficent, saying "To our sweet Aurora, for whom we have sacrificed the best yea--" Knotgrass is cut off with no more than a look from Maleficent and she quickly shrinks back, mumbling "never mind," as the three fall back.

With a satisfied hum, Maleficent looks back to Aurora, and placing the crown on her head states "Our kingdoms have been unified." Once it's securely around her temples, your little sister turns to face the gathered crowd of Moorfolk before Maleficent declares "You have your queen!" and they erupt into cheers and applause. A grin breaks out on your face, one which you share over your fae's shoulder with Diaval, and you clap with them, nearly bouncing in place from all the excitement. Before you can step away, allow Aurora to soak in the cheers, she grabs your hand and pulls you to her side, exclaiming "My sister, Queen of Cenia!" You grin and awkwardly wave as the cheers become loud once again, creatures jumping about, including the group of fawns who'd accompanied you all those years ago in the clearing. You glance towards Maleficent and Diaval, who smile proudly, until Aurora finally lets you go with one last hug and kiss on her cheek. So you follow after your partner, walking down the path and away from the dais and Aurora's new throne, adorned with cherry blossoms and poppies. Maleficent guides you in front of her before once again returning Diaval to his bird form and picking you up, and with one strong stroke of her wings she rockets into the sky. You squeal before laughing joyfully, beaming as you feel the wind against your skin, reach out to touch the clouds that are cold against your fingers, like cotton candy that's been dissolved into ice water.

The fae doesn't stay in the air for long as she soon drifts down onto a cliff face, Diaval arriving soon after. You remain in her lap as she sits down, legs hanging off the edge with you kept securely in her arms. You watch over your sister, talking with her new subjects, and it brings another smile to your face. "She'll make a wonderful queen, don't you think?" you ask absently, and Maleficent hums in agreement. You finally look away from your sister and raises to the fairy that you sit upon. Her high cheekbones and bright lips, unnaturally pale complexion contrasting against her dark hair and horns. And idea enters your head, and you reach up to remove your own crown before stretching your arm out and slipping it over the woman's horn so it can lay at an angle upon Maleficent's head. She looks down at you finally, eyes sparking with curiosity, but you just smile playfully and matter-of-factly state "You look good in a crown, figured I'd give you the honor of wearing mine." The brunette rolls her eyes and murmurs "Oh yes, such an honor," though it's clearly sarcastic and makes you giggle. "I'm sure," you respond before pulling her down by her neck and into a kiss. Diaval caws in protest beside you, but you just pull back long enough to reply "Go away, Diaval, or stop complaining," before reconnecting your mouth to Maleficent's. Diaval chooses the former and is gone with a flurry of black feathers.

When you finally need to breathe you drop back down into the fairy's lap, grumbling in annoyance when she seems to not be out of breath at all, but speak up to breathlessly state "You know, you never told me why I got cursed instead of Aurora." Maleficent hums, nodding absently. After a long moment she finally mutters "You were touching her when I cast it, yes?" You nod, watching her intently even though she refuses to meet your eyes. "I cannot say for sure, but...I reckon the curse transferred onto you since you're older, and the skin-to-skin contact acted as the medium for the magic to travel through." It makes sense when you think about it, and you're not schooled in magical doings to argue against the claim, so you agree silently, relaxing against your partner's chest and allowing yourself to breathe in her scent, something musky, but fruity at the same time; it's nearly hypnotizing, but you know you can't stay here forever, even as Maleficent's fingers run through your hair, so eventually you mumble "I should get back to the castle. Would you mind sparing some time to take me?" The brunette glances down at you again, leaning back on her hands, and though she's attempting to look stern the little smile that twitches on her lips gives her amusement away.

"Very well," she finally says, and with a bit of a readjustment in her arms, she stands, looking over the edge, bored. You look down as well and the height makes you a bit woozy, but then Maleficent leans forward and free falls towards the ground and you nearly shriek. The fairy laughs maniacally, and you know she did it just to fuck with you so you smack her lightly, looking away and fake-pout. "That was mean, Mal," you mumble, and the woman chuckles and replies "That's just revenge for all of the times you mess with me, darling." Fair enough, you figure, and shrug lazily, moving your head side to side an a so-so motion. "Yeah. I guess that's fair." Silence falls again and you let yourself be drifted into a relaxed state with the wind cold on your skin and Maleficent's arms warm around your body. So relaxed in fact that you don't really realize you've arrived back at the castle until finally you feel a light nip at your throat that wakes you right back up with a soft breath. Maleficent titters under her breath as she puts you down, supporting your body while your legs become accustomed to supporting your weight. When you can stand properly you turn back to face the brunette, your crown still resting around her right horn, glinting and glittering in the sun temptingly and giving her an otherworldly look.

You stare at the woman for a moment, just admiring her very existence, and she watches back, amused but also strangely captivated with the emotions that shine in your own gaze. Amazement, awe, wonder. All things that keep confusing Maleficent every time you look at her. Because every time you look at her, it's loving. It's...fond, even. Affectionate. The fairy blinks a few times and looks away, only looking back when you giggle and grab her hands again, lacing your fingers together and pulling her attention to you again. "You're so pretty, and it's not even fair," you state, smiling sheepishly when Maleficent deadpans, brow cocked up and lips pursed. For what seems like the hundredth time, you have many things to say and yet no idea how to say them nor the time to figure it out, so you settle for a quiet "Would you like to come in with me? Say hello to Elias maybe?" You watch your partner's frown in annoyance as she growls "I have no interest in playing nice with that man, y/n." A grin stretches onto your face as her expression sours, and mumble "Don't be jealous, my love. You know I've no intention of humoring his advances, yes?" Maleficent hums neutrally, not making direct eye contact with you once again. "Well he clearly knows no such thing. Perhaps he needs some...reminders."

You know very well what that tone is hinting at so you drop the fairy's hands and instead gently cup her face, tilting her head to look at you directly as you mumble "Maleficent, no cursing. No magic. I can handle myself. I'm the queen remember?" You chuckle quietly, "Not even Elias is stupid enough to disobey my orders, and if I tell him to get lost he will." "And why haven't you yet?" You sigh heavily at her accusatory tone, knowing she means no harm but gets easily jealous. So, you're quick to reply "I've simply enjoyed stringing him along. But if you wish, I can order him to stop." Your partner nods once, stepping a bit closer and forcing you to look up even further--you should really start wearing those heels again--and casually knocks your hands off her face, wrapping her large wings around the two of you and pulling you roughly against her by your hips. "Good. Because you're mine. Not his, not anyone else's. You understand?" The possessive edge in her voice sends a shock down your spine and you breathe "Of course, Maleficent." The answer is enough for her and the fairy smirks wickedly before stating "Good," and lunging forward, roughly pressing her lips onto yours. The action pulls a surprised moan from your throat but you respond just as fast, used to your partner's various mood swings. Jealousy and possessiveness are her forte, you've known that since the beginning, and the fact that her protectiveness only increased when the two of you made it "official" was no surprise, nor did her demanding kiss and strong grip.

When you finally have to part, breathing heavily, you whisper "Okay, that was...a very good...goodbye present." Maleficent smiles, edged with a proud sort of malice that you don't fear in the slightest. Instead you smile back and, as soon as the huge wings that had caged you against her have receded, step away from Maleficent and prepare to enter the castle. But, before you can, the brunette coyly asks "Are you forgetting something?" You stare at her quizzically for a moment, confused by her sly expression and expectant gaze. And then you realize what she means when her right hand lifts to her head and she taps a long nail on the golden diadem adorning her horn. So you let out a soft "Ohhh," and she grins, rolling her eyes at your temporal idiocy before carefully removing the crown and stepping close enough to carefully place it upon your head, pressing it down gently until it's securely wrapped around your temples. It fits comfortably and is a familiar weight that makes you smile softly in satisfaction. It's been difficult learning so quickly how to rule a kingdom, without any parental guidance of course, but with Maleficent's advice as well as your most trusted advisors, you've managed to get it...mostly in control. As soon as the crown is secure, Maleficent steals another quick kiss that makes you giggle and mumble "Are you sure that wasn't just an excuse to kiss me again?" The fae hums and catches your lips again, not giving you a verbal response.

As soon as she's had her fill, Maleficent finally pulls away with a soft sigh, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear and smiling fondly, wings fluttering absently on her back while she watches you. "Be good, come see Aurora soon, the little beast may get out of hand without the guidance of her older sister," she mumbles, and you nod slowly, stating "I'll be sure to visit. Thank you for bringing me, Mal," and with one last smile peeked around the door that you push open with your hip, you mutter "Love you," and slip inside, not giving the fairy a chance to reply. Not that she'd think of replying with anything less than a returned sentiment. Of course she would have normally, if it weren't for the fact that she's left a bit speechless outside the door seeing as this was the first time you'd said such a thing to her. But you're already gone so Maleficent breathes "I love you too, darling," and takes off to the sky, heading back to the Moors with a smile.

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

JJ Maybank Headcanons:

A/N: I know I said I was gonna write more but I’ve barely had time or energy to even clean my house lately soooo. Anyway, I’m literally writing these on my lunch break. I may write some for the other pogues too idk yet it depends on how many I can come up with for them. I just have a good bit for JJ bc I think about him a lot lmao. Without further ado.

P.S. This has been sitting in my drafts for like a week awaiting the moment that I decide I'm happy with it lol. So here it is finally.

Random Headcanons:

He sleeps in starfish pose. Like you cannot tell me that this dude can’t or won’t take up an entire bed by himself.

We all know his motto, “Stupid things have good outcomes all the time,” but this dude's number one signature catchphrase has to be “Full Send!” followed closely by “YOLO Bitches!”

This may just be biased bc of Uncharted and the Royal Merchant ordeal but I can definitely see JJ pretending to be a pirate who’s on a massive treasure-hunting expedition when he was a little kid.

JJ’s hidden talent? Rapping. His ADHD and quick mind help him come up with lyrics quickly and even if they don’t always make sense to others they make sense to him 90% of the time.

JJ is either a fighting drunk or a goofy drunk. It’s either “let’s throw some hands” or “I’ma dance on that table brb” there is no in-between.

As for when he’s high, I think JJ is one of those people that just comes up with absolute nonsense that kinda makes sense. He has really deep thoughts about random shit and barely shuts up.

He does a lil dancey dance. I can see him just kinda standing in line, standing amongst the Pogues or they're all sitting around doing nothing and he gets bored so he dances along to whatever song is playing in his head. It often distracts the Pogues and cracks them up.

JJ is a speed demon no ifs ands or buts about it. This makes him a pro at playing spot the cop because while he enjoys the rush, he does not enjoy the idea of getting a ticket.

Somehow, Kie once convinced him to let her put his hair in tiny pigtails. He may or may not have been drunk.

You know that cute little thing where one person sticks out their hand and another rests their chin in it? So, as long as it's someone he trusts i.e. the Pogues or a significant other, they can stick their hand out and catch his attention and he will immediately put his chin in it even if he has to hurdle over tables in his mad dash from across the room.

I saw someone headcanon, I’m sorry but I can’t remember who, that JJ can play drums. I 100% agree. I can see him just banging around on them to let out some frustration one day and Kie convinced him to actually learn how to play them. Let me tell you, it was not easy at all bc JJ’s attention span didn’t wanna hold out for it but eventually he got the hang of it.

Unfortunately, at the insistence of the Pogues, JJ is no longer allowed to light fireworks anymore after having almost caught not only the dock but also The Chateau on fire one Fourth of July.

Dating Him Headcanons:

JJ is always attached to his love in some way, shape, or form. It could just be a simple shoulder-to-shoulder thing or he could be practically backpacked on you with his arms wrapped around your shoulders, his chin resting on your head or in the crook of your neck, and him leaning against your back.

JJ doesn't have a lot of money but what he does have is the desire to shower you with gifts so what does he do? He makes things for you or steals them but that's not the point. Your wrists, hands, and neck are probably always adorned in loads of bracelets, rings, and necklaces that he made for you. They may not look like much to other people but to you, they mean the world and you would never let anything happen to them.

JJ is a huge fan of words of affirmation. Remind him often that you love him and are very proud of him, even sprinkle in a few compliments.

That being said, as you can probably tell from the first headcanon of this section, his favorite form of showing love is physical touch. He loves giving it and receiving it.

JJ loves to make you laugh. He'll pull out the cheesiest pick-up lines and corniest dad jokes if it means he gets even a giggle out of you.

So, like I said previously, JJ takes up the entire bed. I also feel like you'll have to fight him for the blankets. You both may start the night out cuddled up all cute and shit but by the time you both wake up, he's spread out as much as possible leaving you to either tuck into his side or flat out lay on top of him.

JJ never says no if you ask for a piggyback ride. Sometimes if he thinks you’re getting tired he’ll just stop in front of you and squat down motioning for you to hop on.

I think a lot of people think that if JJ were ever jealous he would throw hands or super cockily just butt into the conversation and distract you but I personally think he’s a mean-mugging jealous. Like, say you’re having a polite, innocent conversation with some Touron but JJ gets jealous. I think he’d simply walk up behind you and give the person an “if looks could kill” glare. Soon enough the Touron gets the hint and dips. I don’t think JJ would want to fight in front of you if he could help it even if every bone in his body is screaming to throw hands. He doesn’t want to scare you.

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More JJ Maybank Imagines

[hamartia-grander]

Just some Ethan/Chris/Heisenberg/Mia (or as I like to say "Ethan and his 3 wives") thoughts of mine because I'm too disoriented and burnt out to write a fic rn (set in an AU where Ethan lives because he took Heisenberg's deal and they fought Miranda together with Chris and made it out with Rose, of course):

First off, Ethan discovering over time that he's polyamorous and bisexual and it's okay, he can be in love with Chris, Karl, and Mia.

Heisenberg shamelessly flirting. With all three of them. (like he's canonically a flirt.) (Also accidentally makes Chris Redfield like him but that's okay bc Chris is hot as fuck and Heisenberg isn't blind)

Heisenberg being openly polyamorous and pansexual from the get go, helping Ethan gain some confidence in his identity

Mia shaking her head as they all board the plane at the end of the game, noticing Ethan has a new "friend"

Mia, fondly: I see Ethan found some more riff raff

Heisenberg, winking: pleasure to meet you, ma'am

I think Karl and Chris would actually be good friends but in the "two guys being dudes bonding over the dumbest shit" kinda way

Heisenberg: *is making toast but it's just slightly warmed bread with nothing but butter on it*

Chris, walking in on him: YES. Now that's how you make toast.

Heisenberg: Right!? That's what I've been saying all along!

We already know Chris cares about and respects Mia but I'd like to think Heisenberg has equal respect for her and lowkey simps ngl (he is very amused by how she keeps Ethan in line)

Speaking of, Ethan and Mia both finally go to couples' therapy. They have to change up their story a bit obviously but the general idea of their shared trauma and bad coping mechanisms are managed.

Just the babysitting alignment chart where Ethan and Mia are the parents and Rose is the child, obviously, but Chris is "good at babysitting" and Karl is "the house is on fire, God is dead" (but they both love Rose very much)

Karl constantly mentions Rose's power and Ethan is annoyed by it bc he doesn't want Rose to know yet but Mia is like "Look, I kept the secret of you being Mold for so long, and that didn't go well. I think Rose deserves to know she has powers." and Karl gives her a fistbump.

Chris doesn't like being addicted to smoking and Ethan tries to help him to stop, but sometimes when he's really stressed or anxious he pulls one out without thinking about it. Somehow, Mia finds him every time, gently takes it away with a kind smile and offers to talk. She slowly helps him quit for good.

Mia and Rose are the only ones who get Chris to go completely soft. Ethan watches Chris put Rose to bed one night and actually hears the man sing her to sleep

Chris doesn't have the most extraordinary voice but it's deep and calm and soothing and Ethan loves it

Rose is scared of Heisenberg at first but warms up to him after a while, and likes to play with his hair. He refuses to cut it for that reason alone.

Karl crafts the silliest toys for Rose and she loves them all. When she turns seven he makes her a tiny metal dog who, much to everyone's annoyance and Rose's great amusement, does bark.

Mia is a big star wars fan (Chris is too but he won't admit it) (Ethan prefers Star Trek lol) and when she gets Rose to watch star wars Rose thinks that Karl has the force

Rose: do you have a lightsaber?

Heisenberg: absolutely ;)

Rose: :0

They all find out Karl is actually an amazing cook, much to everyone's and his own surprise. He just seems to get it. He and Mia take turns making the other dumbasses dinner.

Chris and Ethan are shit cooks. Ethan can make some good mac 'n cheese but that's it. Chris lives on the irl equivalent of star wars ration bars so he never learned to cook

Karl and Chris having lengthy conversations about the weirdest things. They are that meme cartoon of one person having no energy and the other having too much energy but mentally they seem to be on the same wavelength somehow.

When they all move into the Winters' new home Mia offers for everyone to sleep on the king size bed. Chris politely declines and opts for a recliner, claiming he can't sleep feeling so vulnerable. Karl doesn't pass up the chance and willingly dogpiles Ethan and Mia.

If you can't tell by this post thus far I actually really like Mia, people are just misogynistic and give her more shit than she actually deserves (and ignore the fact that they way she acts is the same as some other characters but she's given more shit because she's a woman :/ )

I just like to focus on Mia's very loving personality.

I don't think she's polyam but she'd for sure platonically love Chris and Karl and they her

Mia, introducing Ethan: this is my husband, Ethan

Mia: and this is Ethan's boyfriend, Chris

Mia: and Ethan's other boyfriend, Karl

Chris and Karl have a weird FWB type thing going on that no one talks about

Chris patching up Ethan's various wounds with equal parts skill and exasperation

Wanna reiterate on Karl platonically simping for Mia. He rushes to help her whenever she needs, takes her side on any argument even if he has no idea what's going on (mostly bc it's Mia but also just to spite Ethan), when he notices Mia is tired he'll take care of things for her and guilt Chris and Ethan into helping out as well when they're oblivious.

Because Heisenberg is finally free of Miranda and her brainwashing and tyranny so now that he finally has choices he chooses to support and care for a woman/mother who's actually caring and loving like a mother should be, and he's happy that Rose gets to grow up in such a loving, encouraging household

As Rose gets older her powers get more uncontrollable, and they all try different tactics to help her but somehow it's Heisenberg who manages to help her calm down most of the time because he understands living w so much power that it feels suffocating

They all have nightmares of varying degrees but sometimes Karl will dream that he never escaped, that Miranda is still alive and holding him hostage, and he'll wake up feeling scared and hopeless only to be comforted by three understanding adults who all prove he really is free

Ethan sometimes dreams of Eveline. After a while he grows empathetic towards her, starts to feel bad for this little girl who just wanted a family, but he only feels comfortable talking to Chris about it because he's worried it would upset Mia. Chris doesn't understand but he still puts his arm around Ethan and tells him he's alright

Ethan bottoms for all of them fkfjsjsjd

Karl finds that he sometimes misses his siblings, despite convincing himself he hated them. Chris always knows just what to say when Karl is sad over his siblings' deaths and wishing he could've saved them too.

Mia and Chris both have a mutual dry humour that catches Ethan and Heisenberg off guard every time

That's all I've got rn, feel free to add more. Just got into a RE Village brain rot and I have too many thoughts about bisexual polyamorous Ethan.

[syubub]

Hoseok soulmate reading

Let's get the disclaimer out of the way: This is for entertainment purposes only and shouldn't be taken as fact! This is my interpretation of the cards.

Oki. Before we begin I must say... I put this off as long as possible. For those of you who have followed me for a while, you know that hobi is THE HARDEST to connect with and tbh this was no different. I'll probably revisit this reading again at a different time (you'll see why)

So. To start things off... Hope has some.. strange(?) energy. His energy was really vague and weak. The color too is intresting because its 100% not a color I've ever seen and I'm not sure if something is afflicting the color of his energy? Its ruby red but also deep grey blue? Its really strange and honestly pretty but it doesn't feel like the normal color? The color is usually a nice red with some deeper hints but...Its usually a bit more... lively? It just feels dull right now.

It looks like this right now but with a little more red? Its really peculiar.

Now. Idk maybe some shit is going on with him right now? Or maybe bc there was a fuckin lunar eclipse in Gemini last night? Idk but the energy was a little.. hostile. That's not a bad thing but it kinda felt like he was being broody? Its all really strange but he was not very into the reading (more so than usual) blah blah he didn't want to talk and I asked some questions I probably shouldn't have and some stuff happened. Long story short his soulmate(?) Showed up and pushed our foreheads together so we'd have to connect.

I asked his soulmate if they could tell me what the fuck was going on and they said that they don't know him well. Idk if that means that they don't know him well on a soul level? I'll get into this more later but this feels like something that's already been concluded or comes back up from time to time.

"He's pretty closed off huh?" Yes soulmate. He is.

I asked for more info about them and they said May. I was like cool, is that your name or? "Nah" sick is that like you're birthday? "Not really" cool cool cool.

They did say that he deserves better than what he has. I'm gonna leave it at that but hobi is possibly going through some shit.

Now we can get onto the reading part. I do want to say though, this reading felt very disconnected and weird? Just like somethings off and I have a feeling that this soulmate is more of the "life lesson" type soulmate?

Oki. We have temperance, chariot, two of cups, queen of coins. This is a person who is definitely motivated and driven and 100% a business savy human. They are also very likely loyal and know how to balance work and play time very very well. Is well-off (or materialistic) lol. There's a very ride or die energy that tells me this person is the type of friend that will do anything for you but when you do stupid shit then you get a stern talking to. Idk why but it also feels lonely? Like they're on their own journey to find themselves and their path/happiness/self and if it doesn't fit in the wagon then it gets left behind. This person might move too fast and miss out on important things because they're always chasing after something. They take "its not the destination that matters but the journey that does" to a whole new level and they just never stop to enjoy the scenery bc they'd rather get the rush of newness.

As for their relationship. As I said before I think this soulmate specifically is the "life lesson" type and could definitelybe a platonicsoulmate too. The kind that provides you with an opportunity for growth. With the 5 of swords rev. I kinda think that this could be someone from either a past life or back in a less favorable time. The fool card to me makes me thin that this relationship provides a sense of being born again? Its that newness of having a new perspective and a whole new understanding of self. With the magician rev. Its about issues with communication i.e not being able to get across your needs and desires for both of them and a lack of energy to figure it out. I also feel like this was just something that they didn't fix and didn't want to fix. (I'm talking in past tense bc this reading feels like its someone from the past) This card also talks about deception. I'm not gonna go into this much. With the 3 of wands though!! Yay! This talks about progress and I feel like this points to them learning more and more about who they are and what they truly want. They're kinda like lines that were moving towards eachother, intersected and then continued going in their own direction. Its like this time together was formative in who they are as people and what they dream of! And with the father of cups it does seem that over all the relationship was/is (I don't know how to talk about this) relatively balanced and they had/have respect for eachother. This card specifically is about balanced emotions and emotional intelligence and I think that this is what they gain from this relationship.

Moving right along we have the oracle cards! Stand by you commitment, financial healing, unconventionality, socialize or join in and sensitive emotions. The flower cards are from hobi to soulmate and the others are from soulmate to hope. Now. Maybe his soulmate went through a failed business venture that they're recovering from or just general money trouble bc the whole world is being fucked over by a virus. Either way hobi is very strong in the message of commitment (that makes me think that its specifically about business or something they started but never finished) onto cards for Hope. He might kinda be going through the shitty times and his soulmates advice is to not isolate and celebrate himself more. He might be having some issues related to self image or a soul-identity crisis? Idk but hobi needs that good good self care and love.

Now the two unicorn cards. Those are also from his soulmate to hope about some personal shit and I will be leaving that out because its not my fucking business. (Hobi is fine don't worry)

Woo wee lets get on to traits! First for zodiac sign. Earth, fire, air. Possible Libra and Taurus placements.

Tiny cards. Light hair, dark hair, sweet, extrovert, hard working, tall, business oriented, loud, fate, sorry, open, faith, happy, wait.

First off I get brown hair vibes (maybe medium brown?)

The word cards sound like his soulmate trying to give him a pep talk so I pulled an affirmation card that says in stillness I receive. I think hobi is going through some soul stuff and I'm not sure if this specificly translates into his life right now (though I think it does and he's repressing it or hopefully he's sorting it out on his own privately)

Oki oki oki. Idk why but it also might be that hobi is doing work to heal his inner child? I honestly don't know whats going on or if its affecting him in his day to day life at this time but I want to come back and do this reading at a time that he might be in a better energy space?

Hobi is ALWAYS hard to read and its even harder when he's less open than usual.

I'll get another soulmate read from hobi at some point and see if I can catch a "future/current romantic soulmate"

I am confused 😕

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Roomate anon, hi babe! ❤️ First of all I just wanted to say that I am so so happy that you managed to work out your thoughts and admit to yourself that you're gay, that's so good for you! Some of us take years and years to even start accepting that part of ourselves. Also, you don't have to go and tell your family and friends right away hun, you have all the right to decide who gets to know this part about yourself because you feel safe and comfortable with them knowing.

You're so brave and admirable and from what you've shared with us, I can tell that you genuinely are a sweet, kind, and compassionate person who cares about others and tries her best at everything. Those are such lovely qualities to have ❤️ PLS tell us what happened when you talked to roomie! Your story is so beautiful and it's safe to say that we're all rooting for you, sending you love, and wishing you the best😍❤️

Now, in reference to Tay's gay sounding songs, I 100% agree with you on Dress and Delicate. Without the backstory of Swiftwyn, those two songs are very sapphic and really capture the feeling of a sprouting wlw relationship. Nat has a very good lyric by lyric interpretation of Dress somewhere in the blog if you wanna check it out, I feel the same as her in regards to that song.

To me personally (and I think many here will agree), Treacherous sounds very gay too bc of all the "I'll do anything you say if you say it with your hands" and "forever going with the flow, but you're friction". Imo Begin Again is somehow gay as well, bc of all the comparing a past "he" that didn't understand you or treat you the way you would like, and currently being with a "you" (female imo) that thinks you're funny and endearing, can relate to you, and treats you the way you wanna be treated.

Wonderland is... pretty gay idk. Like the rs it talks about goes into trouble bc "whispers turned to talking and talking turned to screams" as in people started to find out about them and being judgy. Not to mention "too in love to think straight" which speaks for itself haha.

I hear wlw in It's Nice To Have A Friend. It sounds to me like two high school friends who are actually more than friends but don't yet know it and, like you a few weeks ago (it's okay we've all been there ❤️) , think "aw it's so nice to be straight girls and be best friends and be able to just kiss and sleep together, isn't it so nice that bffs can do that".

Seven. Holy shit that song called me out so loudly lmao. Seven is about two different themes imo: 1) the beauty of being a little kid and not having to worry about anything and just playing and running all day. As a kid we're very free spirited and imaginative and, in my case, happy to play in the trees and the mud and just be wild 2) being seven years old and looking at one of your girl classmates in school and loving/memorizing very specific physical features of theirs like their hair (like a pattern), their freckles, their dimples etc and also thinking "we should run away together and live a cool life like superheroes or dancers or animal rescuers (me haha)". At that age we don't really know it or understand it, but those are early romantic feeling towards another girl. I could go on and on about this song tbh.

I agree with you in that August has a wlw vibe to it. Idk if it's the nostalgia, the cottagecore of it all, or the lamentation of a love that could not last for whatever reason but the energy is there. "Wanting was enough, for me it was enough to live for the hope of it all" and all of that you know.

Ivy is imo a fraction of a wlw story set during winter in like the 1700s or 1800s. The narrator is a widow whose husband died recently and she's having a romantic thing with one of her female friends, but the friend's engaged to be married to a man (as in her hand has been promised to him because that's how things worked during those times, marriages were often arranged by families), so the whole thing is a secret affair, which is why she says "your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand": her friends touch sets her insides on fire bc of how much she's attracted to her, but the touch is "tarnished" bc the whole thing is forbidden, yet it's "so grand" because it's meaningful and their love is very real.

"And the old widow goes to the stone everyday, but I stay here grieving for the living" = a widow would usually go to visit their husband's grave and lament his passing, but the narrator doesn't do this because she doesn't (and probably never did coz you know she's gay) feel any deep love towards her husband, she doesn't really miss him, and instead she prefers to focus on the love and infatuation she has for her female friend, and she grieves that they can't actually be together in a normal way bc of society at that time.

But they really are deeply in love with each other and it breaks the narrator that they can't spend their lives together as a couple : "goddamn my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand". Yet they continue to love each other, spend time together, and be magnificently cursed while sitting down to talk for hours while drinking the narrator's dead husband's wine, because she doesn't really care that it used to belong to her husband; it has no significant value to her in that sense so she prefers to drink it with her lover.

"Clover blooms in the fields, spring breaks loose the time is near, what would he do if he found us out" : the bridge explains that winter has passed, spring is coming, and the wedding date for her lover and her bethroved husband is getting nearer (aka they're running out of time to be together). They discuss the possibility of attempting to keep their secret rs even after the marriage, but they fear of what would happen if the husband found out: "he's gonna burn this house to the ground", the house being their romance.

Still, the narrator insists that her lover will always be in her mind and in her otherwise cold ("my house of stone") heart ("your ivy grows and now I'm covered in you"). She claims that she will forever remember and hold on to the "moments that they stole, on begged and borrowed time", which suggests that they don't end up together, not even in secret. Sorry I got carried away but my mates I could write a whole ass novel about this song, I already have the narrator and her lover well developped in my brain and I have some pretty solid ideas for side characters lol.

Cowboy like me has sapphic aspects to it. "Takes one to know one" makes me think of how a lot of gay people have very on point gaydars and can sorta tell when someone pings haha. Idk Tay really loves Joe in a gay way and I love them for it haha.

And lastly what even is Dorothea lmao like is there even a non-gay explanation for that song? It's a fictional setting and fictional characters but Tay hun you really know how to capture the feeling of having been in love with a girl and now seeing her from far away huh. I mean it could be accidental but still👀 the song sounds gay to me idk.

Those are just off the top of my head and my personal opinion. At the end of the day, we can relate queer experiences to all sorts of songs and all lyrical interpretations are valid. That's what art is all about 😊.

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