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Izana Headcanons

Requested by @noixxcarva

Relationship headcanons:

Izana is ranked first in top 3 worst lovers from Tenjiku, so I will mention his red flags here.

I think the relationship with him would be toxic because of his lack of communication, trust issues, jealousy, lack of affection and he probably wouldn't really know how he's feeling.

On the other hand, I think he'd be overprotective in both, good and bad, ways.

Despite that, he wouldn't ever intend to hurt the person he loves because he deep down, he'd actually care about his lover so much, he'd love his lover so much but he wouldn't know how to show it.

He'd have hard time trusting you at first but little by little, he'd eventually warm up to you.

He would slowly get used to things such as hugs and kisses and maybe he'd return them back.

With you, he wouldn't wear a facade. He'd actually be more genuine with you, but then again, he has hard time expressing what he's really feeling.

I feel like he'd tell you to something like "leave me alone" when he's playing a guitar but he'd actually be secretly liking it when you would stay and listen to him play a guitar.

He wrote a song for you but he's too embarrassed to admit it, so he'd say "I just wrote it for fun." but the way he'd play it and sing it for you, you'd know he definitely didn't write it for fun.

Once you gifted him a scarf, thinking he'd probably throw it away but he actually kept it and was always wearing it in winter.

You'd gift him things in general, thinking he would really throw them away but when you found out that he kept everything, it made you feel so happy and appreciated.

"You kept it?"

"Tsk. It'd be a waste if I would throw these away."

Yea, he wouldn't admit the truth but you knew.

In good timeline, he'd be more attentive partner than in previous ones. He'd take you on dates more often and probably spend more time with you in general.

Okey but he'd actually be so happy if you two would have matching earrings. He doesn't know why but it actually makes him happy.

Izana: "If you're this weak, you'd be so easy to attack by my enemies."

You: "But I trust you that you'll protect me."

His corner of lips would be twitching as he would try his best to don't smile at what you just said.

At the end of the day, he'd love and care for his partner but in his own way. He'd appreciate all the times you'd stand by his side and I feel like you'd become his most trusted person soon.

He'd be your shield from danger, even if it would mean shielding you from bullets-

[mamawasatesttube]

a snippet of chapter 2 of androecia, complete with meme accompaniment:

“Coffee sounds great.” Tim hesitates, hovering awkwardly just out of arm’s reach. He hates this. He’s not supposed to feel awkward around Kon. “Need me to do anything?”

“Uh…” Kon glances up, clearly searching for a task to assign Tim. “Well, you could take the coffee over to the table if you want, but I got it, honestly, so you can just go sit down if you want.”

Tim likes to feel useful. He takes the coffee to the table.

Kon follows him with the plate of artfully-glazed cinnamon rolls. He doesn’t bump Tim’s shoulder with his own as he passes him, or playfully nudge his shin under the table once they’ve sat. It’s almost like… he doesn’t want to touch him at all. Guiltily, Tim wonders if Kon did notice how rapidly he pulled his hand away after waking up.

But… the cinnamon rolls. His mouth waters. He’ll worry about that in a minute. First, there’s some beautiful pastries on a plate calling his name. His stomach rumbles again, and he stares as Kon pushes the first one onto his plate.

Shit, they really do smell heavenly, and they look it, too; they’re the perfect golden-brown color, drizzled with a tantalizing vanilla topping. Holy shit, Kon is spoiling him.

They sit in silence for a minute or two while Tim ravenously inhales his first cinnamon roll. It tastes like heaven on his tongue—what little of it he actually tastes in his haste to scarf it down, anyway. He doesn’t even bother with utensils; he just grabs that shit with his bare hands and dives right in. By the time it’s gone, his fingers are sticky with cinnamon-sugar and vanilla icing, and he pauses briefly to lick them before he snatches the next cinnamon roll from the serving plate.

Kon eats at a more sedate pace, chuckling as Tim continues stuffing his face like some kind of feral raccoon. “I take that to mean you like ‘em?” he asks, sipping his coffee.

“Howy fuckin’ shi’bawws, yeff,” Tim says, as best he can manage through a large mouthful of cinnamony-sweet goodness.

Kon laughs. “Ma’s astrally projecting through me to tell you not to talk with your mouth full, bro.”

Tim flips him off with a cinnamon-sticky finger, and Kon grins back at him. This, at least, feels normal.

By the time he’s on the third roll, though, he’s much more sated, and his thoughts start to wander from the realm of holy fucking shitballs, yum, get in my mouth forever. He eats more slowly, watching Kon finishing up his second one; the silence is companionable, but not as easy as it should be.

That’s when Tim finally notices that both his coffee and Kon’s are rapidly stirring themselves in their mugs, sitting on the table. That’s a huge red flag that Kon’s nervous. He’s probably so busy trying to keep himself from fidgeting with his body that he’s not paying attention to the outlet his TTK found, or else he was banking on Tim being too distracted by his brunch to notice.

Tim bites the inside of his lip and stares down at the cinnamon roll in his hands. It’s really, really good. Kon made him a scrumptious breakfast after everything he did for him last night. He’s still taking care of him even now. And he’s nervous.

kon: malewife mode engaged tim:

[nerdsinc]

after 30 hours of work, i finally drew every single version of matoro, redesigned in my style! he's my favourite character of all time so i decided to put a ton of love into this drawing. theres lots of little cool details which ill go into more depth on under the cut!

(as always, PLEASE reblog so my art gets circulated!! it would be very, VERY appreciated! thank you, ily!!)

every version of him has a sad expression, though i tried to make it the most prominent in the last three. i think hes just tend to have a sad look in his eyes even when hes not actually that sad.

his 2nd matoran form has the gear part stylized to look like a tail, and i added a shorter version to the 1st matoran form to imply that it just 'grew' over time

his toa inika design has the same tail as the first two matoran forms, but its been broken, the gear no longer on it. it shares the same transparency as the other parts of his design, and is shaped like a lightning strike to call back to how he became a toa in the first place

the toa mahri design doesnt quite have a tail, instead having the tube broken, having the silhouette of a tail without actually being one.

the 2nd matoran design has a scarf, i like to imagine that he wore it almost constantly, but it was taken when he went to karzahni, and he never recovered it. kopaka later did, and ended up wearing it in memory of matoro

every design has the same hair-like mask (originally how i stylize the akaku), and has a asymetric design where one side is a bit longer. the mahri mask looks more like the akaku, however the iden looks less like it, with the ""hair"" being much longer and pulled back. this was to try and show how he didnt really feel like himself as a toa inika, and how that mask was very much so not him (as it was its own separate entity after all) but once he became a toa mahri he felt a bit more like himself again.

i tried to make it look like he was wearing winter gloves in most of the designs, though its most obvious in the 2nd matoran and mahri designs

i stylized the iden a bit so that it looked like he had horns, my thought process there was just kinda "karzahni = hell so i guess it makes sense"

each one has lines under their eyes, with the 2 matorans having ones similar to the markings on the akaku, toa inika having ones similar to the iden that also are meant to subtly look like tear streaks, and the mahri having ones that very subtly are meant to look like the lines on the ignika mask

more red accents on the mahri design, to call back to the red flag, and also to teridax/maxilos

while i didnt draw in most of their weapons, mahri kept the twin cutter and i just made it an attachment to his hand

the red axle piece in the mahri foot piece is actually a piece i thought was included in the set itself. i bought my mahri matoro second hand, and apparently along with him being in bad shape he also just had those parts added there for some reason? so i drew it in thinking that it was correct. just learnt today that that was false. but i like it so im keeping it

there mightve been more details i added, but thats all i remember right now!

[ultralightpoe]

Rule Number One- Jake Seresin

Authors Note: FINE I GIVE IN, I WILL WRITE THIS HOT MAN 

Word Count: 1361

Warnings: Talking about spicy times but no actual spice. Allusions to a bad relationship before 

Enjoy!

The rule had been written on a cheap bar napkin at 3am on a desperate night. You had needed a night off from work and your friends were more than willing to bring you out on their regular Saturday night party.  They had spent most the night congratulating you on finally removing the stick from your ass and you spent the first half accepting any drink they shoved in your hand. 

Anything to forget him. 

This is the night you would meet ‘Hangman’ or as you liked to call him ‘Salty Jake’. 

Your friends were all whispering about him and the group he was with, apparently apart of some flight school called Top Gun, and they were all huge flirts. Your friend Amy waved a red scarf she had warned and began singing the old red flag song you made in high school when he approached but you didn’t care. Because he was absolutely beautiful and he wasn’t HIM. 

He introduced himself as Jake, and you gave him a flirty response with your own. Jake knew how to play the game well, and you couldn’t help the excited heat that traveled your body as every compliment he gave. 

Soon enough it was decided that he would be coming back to your place. “On one condition, Sugar.” He had smiled, pulling you in by your hip and dragging a napkin across the table. “You follow the rule.”

“What’s the rule?” You breathe out, embarrassed by the fact you had definitely soaked through your panties just at his voice.  He chuckled knowingly, taking a pen and scribbling across the napkin before handing it to you. 

You laughed as you read it, muttering no problem before he snatched it back and shoved it in his pocket while he winked at you and dragged you out. 

At the time you honestly thought you could follow the rule, I mean this was just gonna be a one time thing. ‘NO FALLING IN LOVE’

Who would fall in love with a one night stand?

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The one night stand turned out to be the best thing you had ever felt, and apparently you had wasted 6 years on a boy who knew nothing about female pleasure. But Jake did. Jake praised it. 

That one night stand turned into a weekly thing. A game both you enjoyed playing. 

He would always come in with his friends, and you liked to think he immediately spotted you, then you would skirt around each other for a bit. Sometimes you would dance, other times you would sit with your friends and listen to them. But no matter what you would always make your way to him by the end of the night.

He always greeted you with a smug smile and pulled you in, leaning down to nip at your lips and drag you home. 

But then you made a huge mistake.

Somewhere along the way you had broken the rule, that shit rule that was sprawled across that stupid napkin, and you found yourself falling in love with Jake Seresin. 

Your heart beat picked up everytime he smiled at you, and you began wishing you could just kiss him and make eye contact while he fucked you, maybe even made love to you. But you craved his attention and affection, desperate to make him smile and stay close. 

You were so fucking stupid. 

At first you ignored your feelings, but after a couple weeks it came crashing down when he collapsed next to you in a sweaty heap, both of you trying to catch your breath. A small giggle escaped your lips as you stared at your ceiling, drawing his attention immediately as he turns to watch you. 

“What’s so funny? That not good enough?” He teases, leaning to kiss your forehead before sitting up and looking around for his clothes. 

“I was in a serious relationship before this, is all.” You giggle, watching his back tense up as he tries to find his boxers. 

“Why’s that funny?”

“I wasted my life.” You murmur, the giggle slipping as you turn serious. You stare at the ceiling still, too scared to look at him as his hand finds your thigh. 

“Are you dead and I just didn’t know it, Sugar?”

Reigning in a breath, trying to ignore the warmth his touch gave you as you sit up to look at him, making eye contact and reaching a hand up to touch his cheek. Your window was cracked and the breeze was beginning to bite at your sweat clad skin, but you were too focused on the softness of his skin under your fingers.

“Do you ever think about getting serious?” You whisper, a nervous feeling churning in you. “D….Does your heart ever race when your near me or is that just me?”

His jaw tightens and he flinches back from your touch and a wave of panic fills you. “Please tell me you feel this too. Please tell me that you crave my touch as much as I crave yours. That you are feeling just as desperate as I am when you are-” 

He moves away then, snatching his pants and pulling something out of the pocket. It’s crumpled when he throws it on the bed before you and you reach for it slowly as he rushes to get dressed. 

The napkin is old, and the words can barely be read as you unravel it but you know what it is. Your throat tightens and your eyes sting as the tears begin forming, but you don’t say anything as he snatches his shoes and slams your bedroom door closed while he leaves. 

He hadn’t felt the same, then. 

—----------------

“I’m such an idiot.” You whine, watching Amy come through your apartment like a tornado. 

She had shown up 2 weeks into your pity party with pizza and cleaning supplies. “Oh please, it is his loss-”

“You said that with Thomas too.”

“It was definitely Thomas’ loss. He hit you.”

“I’m just saying you only get one valid ‘his loss’ and we used it on Thomas. Let’s be honest, Jake is my loss.” You snap, “I should have just kept my mouth shut.”

“Military men suck.” She sighs, sitting with you on the bed. 

“Men suck.” You agree. 

“Wanna be lovers?”

“No. You are far too pretty for me.”

“SHUT UP!” She cackles, slapping your shoulder before dragging you up with her. “No more of this. Lets go get drunk.”

—------------------------------

“She’s not here.” A voice starts at his shoulder, turning to see Phoenix waving her eyebrows with a smug smile. “You can stop looking.”

“I wasn’t looking for her.” Jake snaps, rubbing the back of his neck as he clutches the bottle in his hand. 

“You look for her everytime we come in here, and then you sulk in the corner like a kicked puppy.” She laughs, walking to the bar. He follows, not having anything else to do since everyone else seemed to be living their lives. 

His heart picks up when he sees a couple of your friends at the bar, hoping to hear your laugh and see you. But his excitement dies down when he realizes you are not there with them. But the fast beat in his chest doesn’t die down and another wave of shame fills him. 

You had been so fucking gorgeous, bearing your heart to him, saying the things he had dreamed of you saying for months. It was like he had he had cracked the wall you built around yourself and not only did you mention the relationship before you had opened the door to him. 

You had opened up. 

He hadn’t even said a word, instead he threw that napkin down on the bed like a coward. The very same napkin he clutched in his hand nearly everyday, desperately begging himself not to fall for you. It hadn’t worked. 

It was terrifying the way you haunted him. You filled his dreams, he often wondered what you were doing while he was stuck flying, wondering what you would wear next time he saw you or what perfume you would choose. 

He was a desperate desperate fool.

[bloodyknucklesforme]

Hallo!! I have had this stuck in my brain for so long but I just love the idea of a reader who knits or crochets as a hobby and them making little Christmas gifts for the 141? Like a bright green crocheted version of Prices hat or a knitted mask for ghost. I just think they deserve hand made gifts so they know they're cared for 😌

A/N: I love a good holiday drabble

Soap

"What's this then?" He asked, leaning against the doorframe. It was early in the morning and you were lucky enough to get holiday leave. You just had to deliver everyone's presents. Soap's room was next to yours so he was first.

He held the clumsily wrapped package with an amused smile.

"Open it."

"It's not Christmas yet." He said, shrugging.

"Soap. Just open the damn thing." You wanted to see his reaction. He tore at the paper, and his smile grew as he revealed his gift. A knitted scarf made to look like the Scottish Flag.

"I'm never taking it off," he said, wrapping it around his neck. "Did you make this?"

"Yeah, I just had some free-" You were interrupted by him hugging you around the waist and lifting you up into the air.

"I love it." He said, spinning the two of you in a circle.

Gaz

Gaz was the next stop. You found him eating breakfast in the mess. You slide into the seat next to him.

"Mornin'." You said, stealing a piece of toast from him.

"Morning to you too, little thief." He said, jokingly slapping your hand away. "You leaving today?"

"In a couple hours but I had to do some things first."

"What are these things?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Delivering this." You handed him a tissue paper-wrapped bundle.

"Fuck, I didn't get you anything." He said rubbing a hand over his head. "You gotta warn me about these things."

"You don't have to get me anything. Just open it now."

He smiled and shook his head as he unwrapped it. It was a pair of mittens, knitted with dark maroon wool.

"You're always complaining how cold your hands are." He slipped them on and cupped your face.

"I'm still getting you something when you get back." He kissed your forehead. "You're making me look bad.

Captain John Price

You knocked on his office door, a light blue bag covered in snowflakes in your hand.

"Come in." He called. You went in. "Aren't you supposed to be home?"

"Trying to get rid of me?"

"You being home means I have one less person to worry about." He leaned back in his chair. He was looking at the bag.

"This is for you." You were shyer about this one than the previous two. You set the bag on his desk. He smirked and took the bag. He laughed as he pulled out the tissue paper. It was a green bucket hat, maybe a little more feminine than you had intended but it was too late to make changes. He took off his hat and replaced it with your handmade one.

"How do I look?" He smiled.

"You look good." You giggled.

"Thank you, dear." He reached into his desk and pulled out a candy bar with a red ribbon tied around it. He tossed it to you. "Have a good holiday."

Ghost

You were afraid you wouldn't be able to find him in time. You had to loop back to the other three and only Soap had the vaguest idea of where he could be.

"Try the roof?" He shrugged, offering to pass the gift on if you couldn't find him in time. No, it had to be in person. You were anxious. He had never been cruel or even outright mean to you but he was intimidating, to say the least. He was also who you knew the least.

Soap was right. He was on the roof. A cup of black coffee in one hand, cigarette in the other. You close the door just loud enough that he could hear and have time to pull his mask down.

"Thought you were gone."

"I have to leave right after this, actually." You approached slowly. Your gifting hand outstretched like how'd you let a dog sniff you before going to pet it.

"After this?" He turned to look at you. He paused when he saw the gift. 'Don't bite me, please' you thought.

"For you." You handed him the little wrapped package. He set his coffee down and gave you his cigarette to hold. He was the most gentle with the wrapping, slowly undoing the knotted bow. He pulled against the tape, careful not to rip the paper. It was simple. Just a plain black balaclava.

"Most of yours are polyester and this is cotton so it won't be as harsh on your face." You explained quickly. He was flipping it over in his hands.

"Did you make this?" He asked, standing.

"Yeah." You resisted the urge to ask if he liked it. He pulled you into a one-arm hug.

"Thanks, kid." He clapped your shoulder. "Now get out of here."

He took the cigarette back and sat back down. You hurried away, taking one look back before slipping back inside. He had the balaclava in his hand, just staring at it. You got a quick glimpse of him living his mask over his chin to rub the cotton against it before the door slammed shut.

[matashaw]

Klaus von Klinkerhoffen

≫i used to hate Klaus so much but ive started to love his character a lot actually Klaus headcanons requested by @mimpinightmare !! I hope this gets you in a good mood!!!!

general headcanons:

demi boy, asexual, gay, he/him pronouns

german!!!

the sweetest boy you’ll ever encounter

candies are his comfort food, especially the red ones with sour candy on top

has the prettiest blonde ever, sometimes paparazzi ask him what he does to keep his hair so golden (he just laughs, says that his aunts hair remedies are very good and goes on a rant about how her aunt is the best)

HAS FRECKLES

adores farm animals, animals in general

HUGE green flag

autism and social anxiety

childhood headcanons

grow up in a farm, with the help of his cousins they built a small football field

got injured ALL THE TIME

very sensitive kid, he wasnt born to live in the countryside

wore braces at some point

used to have a beautiful, long hair. Sadly, his parents made him chop it off

got made fun of a lot, crying in his room was a part of his daily routine

when he was bored he did some type of hairstyle, absolutely loved pigtails!

collected bottle caps, still does it

once almost drowned in a lake, developed a fear to swimming since that and didnt grow out of it until he joined the team (North helped him a lot with it)

how I think he’d dress

he gives me a lot of cottage vibes, but also a downtown brownish vibe too! I think he’d love scarfs and handmade sweaters. Such as

anything that reminds him of his grandma really

music taste

likes all kinds of music, doesnt really pay attention to the lyrics

some examples of his music taste are

Walk like an Egyptian (The Bangles), Honey, Honey (ABBA) cannonball (The Breeders) Blitzkrieg Bop (Ramones)

well, first request completed! I’m sorry if I take a long time to make your request, but I’m so excited to see people requesting!! Thanks a lot

[phoenixcatch7]

You got me thinking about this all day. I'm on mobile so forgive autocorrect

Padok stared at the kid in front of him. The kid stared intently back.

"You can... just take them. They're free," Padok repeats.

"That's not fair! I don't want to be in your debt! We'll trade."

"Ok. What do you have in mind?"

The kid, who had curly hair and a green tunic over a brown undershirt shrugged and started sorting through his bag. He pulled out many things including a little doll of himself which he immediately put back in, a raft that he swiftly threw over his shoulder before it expanded and knocked a few of his companions to the ground, and a large bottle that was obviously supposed to be a terrarium complete with sticks and a brightly colored beetle, before finally pulling out a stick with a few leaves and flower blossoms on it. The kid smiled proudly and set it on the table, declaring it a "symbol of life and prosperity grown in the blessed gardens of the Great Mothers."

Padok had no fucking idea what that was supposed to mean but he nodded and set the stick on the shelf, getting a bunch of bananas to hand to the kid, who accepted. This usually is a red flag that you're dealing with yiga, but Padok had his doubts.

The curly haired kid thanked him and wandered away. Padok slyly watched him take a banana and chomp off the top, peel and all. Curly made a disgusted face but chewed and swallowed while several jaws dropped in the group he'd come with, along with one chiding "Hy-Rule!"

Scarf attempted to stop Curly, but Blue Hat stepped in with a grin, shake of a coin bag and a gesture where the quad colored tunic kid was watching in fascination. Wolf pelt tried the peel and actually nodded like it was alright. Scarf threw up his hands and turned to their leader, a man with full plate armor - how rich are these people?- who had been teaching the caped boy with a replica of Link's sword how to peel and eat a banana properly. Lobster shirt was watching them and took the banana peel, rubbing the inside consideringly. When Armor turned to address Curly, Lobster shirt carefully dropped the peel on the ground and went to bother his elders.

"But it is edible?" Curly asked loudly, shaking the peel for emphasis.

"I mean yes, but just because it won't give you food poisoning doesn't mean you should eat it!" Armor argued, rubbing his eyes.

Lobster shirt pointed out Lola, Padok's dog, to wolf pet, who ran to greet her and slipped on the dropped peel landing flat on his ass.

"It doesn't matter how it tastes!" Curly was meanwhile arguing. "Everything that can even give nutrients is a gift you shouldn't waste! What if after here we get stranded something we can't scavenge or hunt in? You'll be wishing you had extra peels to eat!"

Armor opened his mouth, visibly sighed, and gave up. Curly took another triumphant bite of the peel and cringed. Blue hat exchanged money with Quad Color. Scarf's face was buried in his hands.

Padok's pretty sure these guys aren't yiga.

I'm cackling oh I love this.

The increasingly doubtful stable master, hyrules canon bag of goodies with the raft and doll, the shout of dismay from the group but twilight testing it with... I can't tell if he used his human or dog taste buds, even my black hole of a goat dog won't eat banana peel XD. I think twilight just. Is like that.

But wind discovering the banana slip on his very first banana.... Tricking twilight with a dog to pet (mood), the way the guy thought time was rich af or at least descended from people who were, with his plate mail, hyrule ACTIVELY defending his terrible taste but hating the banana peel XD. The general air of chaos. Oh I love this!!!

Yeah sure despite the bananas they manage to pass the test anyway. First people to do so, but now he's got a great story to tell the next people coming in lmao.

[fancyfeathers]

Hello! I would like to send a request to Fancy. With all the angst going on between William and his daughters + darling, would it be possible to request something heart warming stuff- like maybe them bonding and William trying to improve their family relationship ( maybe after the kids are caught?). Like I get that he is manipulating red flag and traumatised his eldest to the max, but it’s so sad seeing him wishing for love but everyone trying to run away from him 😭 (and for obvious reasons-)

I hope that this request is not too selfish or anything, just for once wanted to see yandere William happy 😭 But if you don’t have time to answer it it’s completely fine☺️❤️

Okay I had a really cute (?) idea, I really hope it’s not to angsty and if it is I am so so sorry

For me when I think of putting differences aside and spending time with family I think of Christmas and while I know it’s nowhere near the holidays I don’t care I just had a really cute idea with this.

So I imagine the residents of Baker Street would not really celebrate the holidays until the girls came along because then Miss Hudson and Dr. Watson would think it almost mandatory.

So Miss Hudson would get her old decorations out of storage and make the detective decorate with her and the girls before the girls go out with Dr. Watson to pick out a tree. It’s the girls first holiday away from their family and they are only children still so they will do their best to make it as special as they can. Eloise will read stories out loud while Madeline helps Miss Hudson in the kitchen.

Then on Christmas Eve the adults send the girls out to the park to play in the snow while Miss Hudson and Dr. Watson get their gifts ready. The two sisters play in the snow, actually getting to be children but of course Eloise is making sure Madeline keeps on her scarf tight and keeps on her gloves. Then out of the corner of her eye, Eloise spots someone sitting on a nearby bench watching them. When William sees that his eldest daughter spotted him get gets up and walks over to the two of them and before Eloise can grab her sister and run off of he speaks up…

“I am not going to try anything, I just wanted to see the two of you.”

She chooses to believe him and lets him kneel down onto their level as he is near them. Madeline is a bit unsure of what to do when she sees him there and looks at her elder sister for what to do and Eloise just smiles and nods and at that moment the littlest sister runs up and clings to her father. Eloise is a bit more hesitant, it takes for William to open his free arm to her to come over and hug her father.

They know he is not a good man but sometimes homesickness gets the best of someone.

Then when the girls finally breaks away and William stands up nods his head over to the bench that he was just sitting on where there are four wrapped boxes for the girls. Each one of them holds onto one of his hands as he walks them over to the bench and hands them out to each of the girls, two are the same size while the other two are very different in size. He tells them that they can open the smaller two when they get back to Baker Street but save the others for tomorrow morning.

“It is getting quite late, I suppose you two should be getting back to Baker Street… if you change your minds there are two places back home for you two.”

He watches as the girls exchange unsure expression before Eloise shakes her head no. Then they can hear the calling of their names from a certain detective and the quickly wave their father goodbye before running off in the direction of the voice of Sherlock who had come to bring them back to the house. When the detective sees the girls with the gifts he is confused but quickly pieces two and two together and realizes they must be gifts from their father, the mysterious Lord of Crime. He walks them back home and the two run up to their shared room and open to smaller of the gifts and it’s cookies make by their Uncle Louis, still slightly warm.

Then the next day in the evening there are no sign of the girls returning to the Moriarty estate. William and his darling are sitting in the drawing room when Louis comes in with a folded piece of paper saying it was slipped in with the mail but there was no address on it. He hands it off to William and his darling and they open it and it’s a sketch their eldest had done of their youngest playing in the snow that she must have done when they got home.

(I really need to make a master list for this)

[mysterious-moonstruck-musings]

Destiny & Deliverance Chapter 4

Destiny & Deliverance Masterlist ||| Dieter Bravo X OFC

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Series Rating: Explicit (18+)

Series Summary: Natalia Cohen is experiencing major life changes, beginning with leaving an emotionally abusive husband. She is learning how to navigate life on her own while dealing with high functioning anxiety, depression, and mild PTSD. Everything is looking up for her. She is a highly respected consultant for a major LA firm, has her best friend, Lauren, by her side, and is on her path to healing. Everything changes when she meets a handsome and broken stranger on a work trip. He turns out to be a well-known actor, with a heart-breaking past. They quickly develop a connection that will forever alter their lives. 

Warnings: Themes dealing with mental health, emotional trauma, alcohol use, and discussions about suicide. There will be fluff, tears, spicy language, and smut. This will be a slow burn type of story. Read at your own risk.

Chapter Quote: “This must be the ‘fucking scary’ side that I heard about.”

I awoke to my neighbor’s alarm going off, again. I didn’t want my Tuesday to start like this. I was annoyed, but it really wasn’t even that loud. A normal person would probably sleep through it. I laid there attempting to go back to sleep. It went off again twenty minutes later. Seriously, what is the point of hitting the snooze button? Just get up already and be done with it. 

I rolled over and grabbed my phone to do a quick email check. I had an email from Aubry saying she hoped my trip was going well. Nothing else. She was phishing for information. I hit reply and typed out, “It’s fantastic.” then hit send. She was going to love that. I was giving her nothing.

I sat there for a moment wondering if Dieter had social media. This is a slippery slope, I thought. Then I opened Instagram anyway and found him. It was a verified public account, so I’m not sure what I expected to find. There was a lot of promotional stuff for his movies and shows. Some pictures from his travels. Typical celebrity stuff most likely. The latest post was an advertisement for a talk show that was happening this morning. I went to the search bar and entered his name in. Tons of images came up. Pictures of him out with friends. Paparazzi images of him walking around LA. I actually felt kind of bad for the guy. He couldn’t even walk down the street without someone shoving a camera in his face. 

The alarm next door went off again ten minutes later. I huffed and threw my phone down on the bed. I decided to get up and start my day. My morning started the same as yesterday’s, minus the encounter with Dieter. Joe was waiting for me with coffee and a blueberry scone at 7AM. Megan met me outside the building when I arrived. She shared a funny story about her dog on the way up to the office. I felt like she was slowly warming up to me. 

I spent the entire day doing observations and meeting with different staff members to ask questions. My lunch break was quick. I scarfed down the chicken alfredo that Megan had ordered, then immediately got back to work. I was beginning to feel a little overwhelmed with the amount of information that was coming in. I was starting to worry that maybe I wouldn’t be able to get through everything before the end of the week and I still hadn’t come across any obvious red flags. I was concerned that I had missed something. That familiar feeling of anxiety was really starting to kick in by the end of the day. I, of course, did not let it show. I was also feeling pretty exhausted. I thought about taking it easy on the workload this evening at the hotel. Maybe even try to go to bed a little earlier.  

When 5 PM hit, I was ready to get out of there. I was peopled out for the day. Talking to people could be so mentally and physically exhausting for me since I tend to be more introverted. These were always my worst days. I would much rather be locked in a room reviewing data.  

I walked out to meet Joe. He greeted me with a smile and again asked if I needed to make any stops before the hotel. I declined and slumped down into the seat. He didn’t try for any chit chat today. I think he could tell I was worn out. He just let me be. We pulled up in front of the hotel and he opened the door to let me out. He told me to have a good evening and he would be here at his usual time in the morning. I nodded my thanks and gave him a small smile. 

I slowly walked into the hotel entrance debating on if I wanted to post up downstairs again while I had dinner or go back to my room and just eat junk food. I stopped in front of the restaurant and looked in. Not a soul in sight, except for Tim the bartender. He saw me, pulled out a wine glass, and started pouring whatever it was he gave me yesterday. I walked in and smiled thanking him as I took it to my back corner booth. He followed behind me. 

“Tough day?” he asked. 

“Not tough. Just long and I still have more to do.”

“Are we having a steady flow of wine and appetizers tonight?” he asked with a sympathetic look on his face.  

“Why not.” I said as I shrugged. He laughed and walked back to put in my order. 

I started pulling out all of my stuff and got to work reviewing more documents. It was an hour and a half later and a glass and a half of wine in when a voice asking to join me snapped me out of my intense focus. It was Dieter. I knew it as soon as I heard his voice. I looked up and he gave me that big, brilliant smile that made me want to melt. I smiled back, “Of course, have a seat!” 

“I hope I’m not distracting you from your work. I can go somewhere else if I need to.”

“No! Not at all. Actually, I think I could use a distraction right now. I need a break. I told myself I was going to take it easy tonight, yet here I am.” I gestured to my stuff spread out on the table and gave an exasperated laugh. 

“Well, if you insist on a distraction…” he chuckled as he sat down in the curved booth, rather closely on my right side. I could feel the heat from his body due to his proximity. It was a miracle that I could focus on anything else. 

“So, how’s it going? Have you uncovered the big secret yet?” he asked with what seemed like genuine interest. 

I sighed heavily, “No, not at all. I have suspicions, but nothing to back it up so far. I’m hopeful I’ll find something tomorrow when I really start digging into their data and tech stuff. I’m starting to get a little worried there may be nothing. Which, if that’s the case, it is what it is. The CEO doesn’t have any definitive proof of anything going on, he just suspects. I didn’t want details on the who or why yet. I don’t want any potential bias to affect what I am doing.”

“I am sure you’ll figure it out. You seem pretty intelligent.” he said as he gently bumped his shoulder against mine. I felt hot suddenly.

“Wha…what about you? Have you heard back about the audition or whatever it was you were anxious about?” I stuttered out. 

“I haven’t. I think I should probably hear something tomorrow. I know they’ve inquired about my filming schedule, so that could be a good sign.” 

“That’s awesome. Hopefully you’ll have something to celebrate tomorrow.”

Bartender Tim came over to take Dieter’s order. He ordered a beer and asked what I was having. 

“I am partaking in endless appetizers and wine tonight. Feel free to have some of whatever I get surprised with next.” Dieter knitted his eyebrows together and started laughing at me. He looked back at bartender Tim and said, “Yeah, bring extra of whatever you're bringing her. We can split it. I’m down for a little appetizer roulette.” Bartender Tim sniggered at us and walked off. 

“Bartender Tim and I have become BFFs already. He’s making sure I’m taken care of.” I said as I raised my wine glass as if to give a toast, then finished it off. 

“How much of that have you had?” Dieter asked. 

“Why? Do I sound drunk already? This is just my second glass. Trust me, I can tolerate more.” He chuckled. 

“I don’t know about drunk, but you’re definitely amusing yourself. How long were you down here yesterday? I saw you as I was leaving.”

“A while..and you didn’t say hi? I feel insulted.” I said jokingly and lightly pushed on his shoulder. For fuck’s sake, I was flirting. I should stop drinking. It’s going to get me in trouble. 

Bartender Tim came back with Dieter’s beer, cheese sticks and jalapeno poppers, more wine, and a glass of water for me. I didn’t even ask for the water. I think he was just doing me a solid before I got sloppy. 

Dieter continued our conversation, “I actually wanted to pop in and say hi, but I was running late. As usual. A fucking disaster as you say. There just isn’t enough time in the day sometimes.”

My phone buzzed. Lauren always had impeccable timing. I tried to ignore it, but it kept buzzing. I looked at him and said sorry as I picked up my phone.

LAUREN: What are you doing? 

LAUREN: I haven’t heard from you much. You need to take a break and call me.

LAUREN: I’m bored. 

LAUREN: What do you want to do for our girl’s day when you get back? Maybe a spa day? 

LAUREN: You DO need to learn how to relax occasionally. 

I rolled my eyes at her. She always did this when she was bored. Normally I found it to be hilarious, but I didn’t have time for that right now. I hit reply. 

ME: I can’t talk right now. 

LAUREN: Why? Are you being held hostage? 

LAUREN: If it’s because of work, then yes you can. Take a break already.

ME: I’m busy. 

LAUREN: Are you ok? These are weird responses for you. 

LAUREN: Waaaaaaaait. Are you with the hottie? 

LAUREN: You better tell me if you are. You know you can’t lie to me. 

Dieter was giving me the side eye. 

“I’m sorry. It’s my best friend. She is being needy and ridiculous right now.” He gave me a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “That’s fine. No biggie.” I started typing out a response. 

ME: Ok, yes. I am. We will talk later. 

LAUREN: Hell yes! Get it GUUURL!

ME: Stop it. Bye. 

I set my phone back down on the table. “Everything ok?” he asked. 

“Yeah, she’s just bored. She gives me hell for working too much. She tends to be a bundle of energy, so she starts about five different conversations before I can get the first response in.” He laughed at my description of her. 

“I can’t fuss about her too much. She’s been amazing the last few months. Helping me with things and all the drama I’ve been dealing with.” I said without thinking. Hopefully he didn’t ask me to elaborate.  

“Drama?” he asked. I gave him a contemplative look. Ok, I guess we are going there, I thought. Without thinking, I put my right hand up to my shoulder and gave it a squeeze.  

“I’ve been going through a divorce. He was an asshole and a cheater. I put up with it way longer than I should have. He really messed me up, but it’s done now. Hopefully I’ll never see him again.” I looked down at my glass of wine, expressionless and unblinking. Dieter reached over and grabbed my right hand away from my shoulder, breaking my thoughts. He sat it on the table and gave it a squeeze. I looked up at him and our eyes locked. I could feel my heart almost beating out of my chest. 

“No one deserves to be treated like that. Karma is a bitch. It’ll bite him back one day. He’ll never be happy and live a miserable existence.” 

He said it with conviction. At that moment, I felt like he was looking into my soul with his dark eyes. I could see the sadness hidden there again. It made me wonder if someone had hurt him in the past. He slowly let go of my hand.   

I let out a measured breath, “I certainly hope so. Who knows, maybe one day karma may come in the form of slashed tires and sugar in the gas tank of his fancy car,” I said casually. I was attempting humor to lighten the mood. He took the bait and started laughing at me. 

“This must be the ‘fucking scary’ side that I heard about,” he said through his laughs. 

“Welcome to the show, I’ll be here all week.”

Thankfully that did lighten the mood. We spent two and a half hours chatting, eating, and drinking. The conversation and laughter never stopped. His fun and boisterous side was more evident now than our previous encounters. He had a hilarious sense of humor and even a touch of dark humor that I could appreciate. The small touches continued. He would lean into me and lay his forehead on my shoulder when he laughed. I had seen pictures of him with his friends appearing to do the same thing, so I couldn’t tell if this is just the way he was with people or if he was being flirty. He was very hard to read. I did, however, feel very at ease with him. My anxiety was non-existent once we got past the initial awkwardness. He seemed to be more at ease as well. 

Around 10 PM we decided to call it a night since we both had an early start. I slowly stood up and started packing all my stuff that had been scooted to the other side of the table as he handed it over to me. I was still slightly tipsy.  

“So…” he started to say, then gave a long pause. I stopped what I was doing and looked down at him. “Is it possible that I might run into you down here tomorrow evening? I should be done kind of early.” He looked down at the nearly empty glass in front of him and started lightly tapping on the table with his index finger. He was clearly nervous to ask. He kept his head lowered but looked up at me through his lashes while he bit his lip. Was he trying to give me a heart attack? My mind momentarily wandered to me biting that lip. I shook my head. What the hell was my problem? I suddenly felt embarrassed, like he could read my thoughts. I finally pulled it together enough to respond.

“It’s a very good possibility. We do have to celebrate tomorrow after all.” 

He gave me a questioning look. 

“We’ll be celebrating you getting that role. I have a good feeling about it.”

He gave me a huge smile and said, “Please don’t jinx it” as he got up out of the booth. 

We walked over to the elevator and got on. 

“Which floor?” he asked as he hit the number “9”. I froze and looked at him, slightly confused. 

“What?”

“Are you on the 9th floor?”

“Yeah, why?”

The doors slid shut and I started laughing hysterically. Immediately thinking of Lauren talking about all the destiny garbage. This was getting comical. 

“What’s so funny?” he said with a very confused look on his face. 

“Nothing. It’s just that we’re on the same floor.” He kind of laughed too. The door slid open, and we both stepped off of the elevator. We stopped, awkwardly standing in the middle of the hallway. I had a gut feeling, and I wasn’t sure if I could handle the answer, but I asked anyway. 

“Which room is yours?”

“The second to the end on the left side.” 

I absolutely lost it and doubled over in laughter. “You’re the snooze guy!” I said through my laughter. He stared at me wide eyed and confused. 

I finally got it together and had to wipe tears from my eyes. It was absolutely absurd at this point. 

“Just so you know, I’ve been internally cursing you every morning because I can hear your alarm every time it goes off.”

“You can hear that?” he said in disbelief. 

“Yes, I can. I’m pretty sure our beds share a wall.”

He looked slightly embarrassed for a minute, but then started laughing too. We began walking toward our doors, both still laughing and shaking our heads. We said our goodnights and keyed into our respective suites. Our eyes lingered on each other as we walked through the doors. 

I walked into my suite and shut the door in utter disbelief. There is no way this is actually happening. I threw my stuff down on the couch in the sitting area and dug my phone out of my bag to text Lauren.

ME: You’re never going to believe this. 

LAUREN: Well, hello to you too, jerk. I’ve been waiting to hear from you.

My phone started ringing. She wasted no time calling me. I answered, acutely aware that he was right next door. I was paranoid he could hear me. I stayed on the opposite end of the suite, pacing and talking in a hushed voice. 

“Well? What’s the big news? Did you finally get laid?” Lauren said sarcastically.  

“What?! No. Shut up. I am dying right now. His room literally shares a wall with mine. He’s next door. It’s his alarm that's been waking me up the last two mornings.” 

She was quiet for what seemed like forever. Then there was a burst of laughter. 

“You absolutely cannot make this stuff up,” she said through her maniacal guffaws. 

“So, are you going to tell me what you’ve been doing all this time? I need details.”

“Not many details to be had. We’ve been downstairs at the restaurant talking. We realized our rooms were next to each other after we called it a night. We both laughed about it.” 

“That’s all I get? Really?”

“Yes.”

“You. Suck.”

“I’m sorry, I just don’t want to read into anything that’s not there. I know if I tell you, we’ll both be doing that. Honestly, I think he’s lonely and just wants someone to hang out with who isn’t fawning over who he is.”  

“Wait, so does he know that you know who he is?”

“No. I haven’t said anything.” 

“Don’t you think maybe you should?”

“Yeah, maybe. I don’t want him to think I was looking him up though.”

“Good point. Maybe it’ll come up naturally next time you see him. Assuming you do.” 

I was quiet. I wasn’t sure if I should tell her we had already discussed dinner tomorrow. 

“Why aren’t you saying anything?”

“Oh my gosh, fine. He’s going to be done early tomorrow, so we’re going to meet for dinner again.”

“Oh. Yeah. There is totally nothing to this,” she said sarcastically.

“That’s it. I’ve got to go. I’m tired. Bye. Goodnight.” 

“Let me know how tomorrow goes!” I heard her yelling as I hung up.  

I got ready for bed. After laying there in the dark for what seemed like forever, I reached for my phone and searched his name again. There were so many pictures and videos of him out with his friends. There were also a lot of him with people he worked with and at events. Nothing recent romantically linking him to any girls though. I skimmed comments on the pictures. On several, there were people arguing about his relationship status and preferences. Poor guy, no wonder he wasn’t dating anyone. The general public and paparazzi were all up in his business.  I heard the faint sound of a TV click on, next door. It seems Dieter was having trouble sleeping too. It was nearing midnight, and I was still wide awake. Knowing that he was just on the other side of the wall was kind of driving me crazy. I could feel the magnetic pull, drawing me to him. I decided I was going to get up and take some melatonin in hopes that would knock me out. About 30 minutes later, I finally drifted off into another restless sleep. 

A/N: Things really start heating up between our dear Dieter and Talia in the next chapter. I promise, it’s coming soon. 😉

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Character study - SUN WUKONG AND MACAQUE

Alright class today we talk about macaque and wukong for not particular reason

Did you know that aside from all the beautiful things we write about macaque and wukong being a super cute couple that eventually divorced, in the jttw canon macaque is just the dark side of wukong

(Yes everyone we are actually in Star Wars)

Killing macaque is like the representation of giving away any dark feelings to finally reach enlightenment

It’s safe to assume that macaque is literally wukong shadow-

What? Sounds familiar?

Yes obviously , cuz that is most likely the interpretation that the Lmk crew gave upon creating macaque character.

The evil part of sun wukong- his shadow

For today class we are going to take as example the lion king

In particular Scar and Mufasa - the reason is that they are , in terms of character design choices, very similar to our beloved monkeys

Here mufasa, the king , his colors are gold and red, the colors of regality

The same that wukong has

On the other hand Scar is supposed to be the evil side of Mufasa , in a way a sort of shadow

And so he has the same palette of colors but it’s darker, cuz you know dark side

Same goes with macaque, he almost has the same palette colors of wukong just darker to show that he is his dark side.

Anyway I could stay all night taking about their colors and outfits

And since I can I will-

I really love one the first interaction that we have with macaque

The fact that he has his like scarf covering all of him shows us how he is hiding his true intentions, in short a big red flag for us when he showed up the first time.

Also he is all put in a posture to show us how intimidating this sugar is

Then I like to talk about how their colors change under the influence of the lady bone demon.

Macaque :

In this particular outfit macaque keeps his gold and red, to show us that somehow he is still bounded to his past life, but his colors are the one of sadness and fear- if this two emotions are his or for others to feel I leave to interpretation.

Under the service of the lady bone demon, macaque outfit is more “symmetrical” , it’s a huge change from the past one he had.

A symmetrical character is usually seen as evil and calculating

See how symmetrical her outfit and pose are, this show us that she’s evil

Now for macaque it could be a representation of him being an actual treat in this season but it could also represent that he is working for a villain.

Wukong :

Even for wukong his new outfit is more symmetrical. Getting rid of the scarf that created “noises” on his outfit.

The fact is that wukong original outfit is already symmetrical, differently from macaque’s; but in his case it’s done to give us a false sense of perfection in wukong character.

Us like MK always look at this character with admiration, to us wukong is perfect; only when he stop wearing that outfit in favor of the one he has in S3, we actually start to see that this character has many flaws and demons, but we had to get pass this perfect shell.

Wukong color change is the perfect representation of the downfall of a character always depicted as great and strong

Do you know Cersei Lannister from GOT?

Good cuz we are taking her as an example

In the first seasons, when she is depicted as powerful and “happy”, if you know what I mean

She is shows to wear red and gold, royalty colors, and having long hair, having long hair means that that character is free

Very similar to wukong situation

But when she’s near her downfall , at her worst state, she wears silver, green/ blue, this colors infact represent the downfall of a character and the fact that they lost themselves

Also she has like short hair here which shows to us that she’s not free anymore

Same goes for wukong, when under the possession on lbd he lost himself and so he wears silver and blue

But when he breaks from LBD control

His colors has gone back to red and gold, cuz he found himself again, the fact that he also has WHITE in his design , which is a new color in his outfit outline the fact that he is free , “purified” from LBD control

Alright class that was all for today, I hope you enjoyed this little things ✨💕

[duckapus]

Southern Magnamiel:

"Chaos!"

A miniature blizzard saturated in darkness cuts through the mountain air, blowing apart a particularly large crowd of ghosts before they can do anything to the family of cats and pair of Lakitu tourists they'd cornered. As the strange spell finishes, its caster is revealed; a lanky brown cat in strange half-armored red and white clothes and a ragged cape. She turns to address them.

"There's a guard house two streets west, you'll be safer there."

The group makes haste after taking a few brief moments to thank her for saving them, and once they're gone she glares up at the unnatural storm.

After she'd found Tiresias's note, Dapple's fine-tuned adventurer's instincts had intuited that things were about to go to shit, most likely due to whatever the hell Damian must have been doing that involved messing with everyone's heads so they'd ignore the massive red flags he'd been waving around. So, she'd begun making her way through the mountains towards Devos, changing into her old outfit (though not her old species) since her usual dress isn't exactly Proper Adventuring Attire.

And of course, a few hours in, all hell breaks loose, and quite literally from the looks of it. A thick layer of sickly green clouds hangs over the entire continent, blocking out the sun, with the only breaks in it being nine swirling, glowing vortexes that are hemorrhaging ghosts. Mostly cats, of course, but a massive number of the various monsters and magical creatures that inhabit Harmonia as well. If she remembers her geography lessons properly, the nearest of them is somewhere above the border between Magnamiel and Luminos, while the largest is in the middle of Devos, maybe a bit to the west. That one makes the most sense as her target, especially since she'd been going there anyway.

Path now set, she takes off at a run.

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Eastern Devos

...Yeah not sure what to actually put here so I'll just say that Tonio and Piper are making good use of their new ghost-hunting tech and fighting their way across the kingdom towards either the castle or the seal, depending on where Damien/Disc is at the moment. They're being guided by Tonio's "intuition" (aka undiagnosed clairvoyance), so they've got a good idea of where they need to go but I don't.

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Cilcia's Capital

"Hold your ground, men!"

The battalion of royal guards do their best to keep formation in the face of their spectral enemies, bravely defending the civilians behind them with blade and shield and song as they evacuate to the designated shelters. They're vastly outnumbered, however, the force spread thin across the sprawling city, and they're slowly but surely losing ground.

And then a massive blur of greens and browns surges in, the telltale glint of polished steel on either side of it, and dives straight into the spectral tide, sending the ghosts into a frenzy that causes most of them to take their attention off the soldiers.

After several moments of chaos punctuated by unholy shrieks and the clashing of blades, the ghosts scatter, revealing the battalion's savior.

What they see is a brown, vaguely birdlike creature as tall as a building, draped in a heavy green cloak with a matching (and rather stylish) wide-brimmed hat. A light brown scarf with ragged ends trails behind it, waving in the wind, and in its three-clawed hands is a pair of long bladed weapons with oddly shaped handles... recognizable to some as the separated halves of a massive pair of gardening shears. When the creature is first revealed, one of these blades is stabbed clean through the ghost of a Cymbal Troll, which seems to be absorbed into it.

It looks out over the group, its glowing blue eyes seeming to pierce into their souls, then nods once and runs once more down the street, leaving them to wonder exactly what sort of god just saved them.

As he runs, ClearAll grumbles under his breath. Just his luck that he'd decide to come here for a change of scenery the exact same day that some moron decides to start up some kind of ghost apocalypse. And worse, if he's correctly reading the code signature of the static interference that's blocking his portals, he knows exactly which moron it is. It had admittedly taken him a few minutes to recognize the signature, but to be fair it'd been well over a decade outside the computer and relative centuries inside, and the program in question hadn't been particularly memorable apart from the company they kept. Even now he couldn't remember the poor fool's name.

Rolling his eyes, he briefly goes over his list of priorities. Firstly, the thing he's been doing; traveling through the city and aiding anyone who's being overwhelmed by the ghosts, mostly by gathering the wayward souls into his shears to deposit into this world's afterlife once it's re-sealed. Steps two and three are to actually do said re-sealing and kick the moron's ass, the order depending on which makes sense to do first at the time, hopefully with the aid of this world's heroes.

He'd love to go beyond an ass-kicking, frankly, but while he feels that the moron's time has long since passed his programming disagrees. Of course, given just how many powerful people this scheme would piss off, he felt confident in predicting that their time is at least fast approaching.

His gaze flicks to the side, detecting a mass of incoming deaths that Need Not Be, and he shifts trajectory and readies himself for another bout.

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Luminos Castle, moments after the ritual

As the bizarre green clouds roll in, Ash tears his gaze away from the panicking Admin and her patient, closing his eyes to get a good look at what's happening in the sky with Aura Sight, and gasps.

"Incoming!"

Less than a second later, the vortexes appear and the ghosts come pouring out. While most of them spread out across the continent, large clusters seem to specifically target the Capital cities of each kingdom (except, rather expectedly, in Devos and Desiderio), and as a result the castle is about to get absolutely swarmed.

There's a series of flashes as the three Trainers let out several of their Pokémon.

Miku is the first to start dishing out orders, turning her attention to her oddly green-tinged Dragonair, "Night Concert variation G-7, with light show. Cover as much of the castle as you can."

Dragonair nods and shoots out through the nearest open window, and soon enough the air around the castle grounds comes alive as she weaves together an intricate, maze-like array of barrier moves, Tailwind, Aurora Veil, and even a few seemingly randomly-placed bubbles of Trick Room. While this blocks the main bulk of the spectral swarm, at least for now, several are either fast enough to have gotten past before the full blockade was up or crafty enough to make their way through without having to brute-force it.

Which is where the rest of the group comes in, having already gone outside to meet the ghosts head on.

"Golduck, Bob-ulk, Flash Cannon barrage!"

Exactly as Jet had ordered, the rage-fueled kappa and oversized purple mortar shell fire dozens of orbs of silvery energy up into the swarm which detonate as they hit, causing the weakest of the ghosts to dematerialize entirely and the rest of them to be scattered and disoriented. This makes them prime targets for the projectiles of the other Pokémon, though some ghosts seem to resist or outright ignore some attacks.

With another round of Aura Sight, Ash works out what's going on, "Guys, it looks like some of them have an extra type! It's probably based on what kind of magic they specialized in when they were alive."

That fits with my observations, comes a telepathic reply, Most of the ones that are ignoring our electric attacks are wearing Monaxian fashion, from what I can see.

The telepath in question is Jellibelum, Ash's fully evolved Donandan Water Starter. The Jellyfish part is now as large as Bob-ulk with eight tendrils coming off of it, four coming from the bottom "lip" of the bowl and acting as legs, while the other four come from the sides (as defined by the way the goldfish is facing) and all eight have three finger(or toe)-like phalanges positioned around an opening at their bulbous ends. The goldfish part's brainlike crest is significantly larger, and now attached to the jellyfish by what look like nerves, while the main body is now long and thin, with the tail fins atrophying to almost nothing (they're not exactly all that necessary now that the two organisms are one and the fish outright can't leave the bowl), while the dorsal fin is now long, white, and drapes horizontally like a cape, though with the pectoral fins doing something similar it all comes together to look more like a labcoat.

Anyway, with their new strategic knowledge they make reasonably short work of the ghosts inside the castle grounds, and with the blockade holding for now (especially with Dragonair continuing to refresh and redesign it even as the ghosts keep picking away at it) most of them head back inside to discuss what the hell is going on, and hopefully figure out a plan. Though a few Pokémon do stay outside to help the guards with any ghosts that do make it through, including Ash's Kirlia and Krookodile (because Dark Type) and Jet's Eevee (because Normal Type's ghost immunity).

(Also, Ash finds out about the interference that Disc is causing (whether intentionally or not) when he tries and fails to open a small portal so he can transfer in more of his Pokémon, and it's then confirmed when one of Melody's aides shows up to inform them that the Hyperlink Gate isn't working.)

[iaus]

[fic] my every sigh (run)

M / 1,052 words

content tags: unhealthy relationships, possessive behavior, boundary issues, non-explicit sexual content throughout

Jace is good at tricking others—offering them a sweet, slow smile, or masking purposeful, malicious decisions beneath a veneer of harmless incompetence. Porter still sometimes falls into the trap despite the years they’ve been doing this, but Jace isn’t trying to mask his emotions now. He’s genuine right now. Genuine and pissed off.

jace and porter before the start of the school year.

notes: fragment of a potential future project, but definitely not committing to it (hence the tumblr post). i really just needed to get it out of my head title from "red flags and long nights" by she wants revenge.

Jace is quiet tonight—smoking, eyes distant and cum still lingering on his thighs and abdomen. Porter doesn’t mind it. It sates something primal in him to see Jace marked up, used, and allowing it to sit. He’s never been the type for pillow talk, or even really being conscious after he’s come.

It must be the change in season, the shift of the end of August turning to September. It’ll be business when the week starts—buy back and training days, first day of school, making small talk in the hallways, acting like he doesn’t intimately know the way Jace gets mean when he’s impatient.

The summer break has been relaxing—different. Jace has been over almost every night as they hatch their fledgling plan. Apparently, the details of the spell work and components are going to be a pain in the ass and Jace still needs a few months to make sure everything’s lined up. He still kept coming over after he told Porter that at the end of June.

“It’s a precaution,” Jace had told him caustically, even as Porter squeezed his ass and bit high up along the inside of his thighs, sucking a bruise into the pale, sensitive skin as Jace arched and snapped if Porter was even listening. He was. It didn’t matter. Jace had stopped talking.

He stretches, thankful they’re at his place, Jace’s bed is too soft and too small. Thick with the smell of magic and lotions too lavish for a teacher salary. He can smell it on Jace’s skin under his own cologne. Familiar. That should bother him more than it does. Rather, it fills his belly with heat and makes his cock stir.

Jace usually shakes him off and showers—cleans out his ass and washes the sweat from his skin. He likes this, the cooling flush, and the way the heavy smell of sex lingers heavy on Jace’s skin. He should mark him up before he leaves. Make sure he has to choose between wearing a scarf too warm for the weather and bearing Porter’s marks when they go back for their staff training days on Monday.

He nuzzles at Jace’s hip.

Jace puts a hand on Porter’s head, trying to push him away.

“We need to talk.”

Porter raises an eyebrow. He bites a kiss onto Jace’s hip, savors the hiss it causes. “There’s better things we can be doing, yeah?”

“There is something wrong with you,” Jace snaps. He shoves Porter again—he moves with the motion, amused. “Get off me.”

“Seemed like you had a good time.”

“Gods. You’re insufferable.”

Jace is good at tricking others—offering them a sweet, slow smile, or masking purposeful, malicious decisions beneath a veneer of harmless incompetence. Porter still sometimes falls into the trap despite the years they’ve been doing this, but Jace isn’t trying to mask his emotions now. He’s genuine right now. Genuine and pissed off.

Which is something Porter is familiar with—something he enjoys. There’s nothing better than hearing Jace’s real opinions on the rest of the faculty, his poisonous, jealous thoughts on the fact that Porter can actually be good at his job.

“Okay, well, what’s the issue this time, sweetheart. Didn’t fuck you hard enough?”

Jace’s eyebrow twitches. “I’m ending this.”

The world lurches, goes red along the edges. He grabs Jace’s thigh, squeezes and knows from touch alone that he’s done damage. Left his mark. Jace hisses. “No.”

The word falls between them, a low growled threat.

“You don’t get to say ‘no,’ to this,” Jace snarls. “I’ll still work with you; in all ways you need me. I simply won’t do this.”

“Why.”

He can feel the hot pulse of rage starting in the tips of his fingers, where he still grips Jace. If he looks down, he can see the marks he sucked along the insides of his other thigh. Jace still smells like him—has his cum cooling on his skin.

“Zara,” the fury in Jace’s voice is fantastic, beautiful in his sudden and unexpected wrath. “I find her irksome.”

Once, what feels like a very long time ago, he had teased Jace in his truck and asked if he was the jealous type. Jace had never answered him. If he weren’t so pissed off, he might honestly laugh.

“Why’s this an issue now?”

 “I’ve told you before, I am not a team player.”

“That doesn’t answer my damn question, Jace; why’s it an issue now?”

Jace shoves him again, Porter doesn’t budge but loosens his grip on Jace’s thigh.

He allows Jace to move away from him and Jace is across the room in a few frenetic strides, pacing by the window—curtains drawn back to let in the moonlight. Still naked. Still dirty. Still Porter’s.

“What are you so pissed off for—I’ve only seen you the past few months.”

“And what about on Monday?” Jace’s eyes are wild in a way Porter has never seen them. The anger almost makes him glow. Porter has never wanted him more. Jace turns away from him, bends at the waist to start rummaging on the floor—he gives Porter a perfect view of his ass, his bruised thighs, the cum dripping down the back of his leg.

Porter’s cock twitches.

“Jace. Lay back down.”

“No.”

He can count on one hand that Jace has used magic on him. Usually, it’s always been for a laugh, Jace playing up his annoyance or a curious edge to see how much punishment Porter really could take. This is different. Jace’s eyes go molten gold, and flicks his fingers in such an easy, practiced motion that Porter can admire it.

Naked, angry, and casting aggressive magic at a man who could pulp him in a breath.

He assumes Jace is pulling out all the stops, is about to tell him to knock it off but can only grunt. His body still breathes, pumps blood, but he has no control. He didn't even realized he failed the spell save.

He’s not sure what’s heating his blood more the rage or arousal.

“I told you; I’m leaving.”

Jace picks up Porter’s shirt, wipes the cum from skin. He pulls on his slacks, lingers in the doorway and says, hoarse and unreadable, “Don’t call me.”

He wants to tell Jace that he doesn’t get to walk away from this—you’re mine, he thinks fiercely; you wanted this.

But the spell holds—and Jace walks out the door.

[mossyscavern]

Dresses, flags, pride and all

_______________________

Its pride and miles invited Pavitr, Gwen and hobie to their dimension.

They’re planing to go to 1610 Brooklyn’s pride parade in their prideful outfits and miles found a couple of things from their parent’s room she wanted to try on for the event.

Pav is pretty excited for these cause it means he can understand his friends a lot more…

Except miles was taking a pretty long time to get out of the room she went to change in. It took a lot of coaxing and a bit of patience... only this time miles really took a while to come out.

“Nope, this was a mistake.” They heard from the other side, making two out of three groan. “Miles, we promised we won’t laugh.” Gwen says.

Hobie shook his head, sighing as he lays across the couch. “And you said you needed a second opinion!” Pav added, staring at the door intensely while fiddling with his bracelet a bit. “I’m sorry, it’s-… never mind.”

They all heard, the three looked at each other then back to the door. “Hobie wears dresses all the time, at least listen to the guy who knows hobie doesn’t even believe in gender roles.” Pav shouted, hobie nodding with pride.

“… ok, just- don’t laugh… please.” Miles says. Miles finally opened the door and revealed the outfit she’s planing to wear to the parade.

She’s dressed in a blue, white and red Spanish dress with a red scarf around their neck and to top it off, a sunflower pin in their hair. Looking nervous and their face dusted with maroon.

“Miles, you look great!” Gwen shouted jumping up from her spot, wrapping her arms around the Afro-Latina. “R-really?” She asked, generally curious. “Yeah, why the blue, red and white tho luv?”

Hobie asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Tilting his head to the side as he arched his brow at the young teen. “Right, why the Cuban flag?” Gwen wonders.

Pavitr doesn’t care about the colour, the outfit itself is gorgeous and seeing miles in the dress with a red neckerchief and a sunflower pin, miles looked beautiful and Pavitr can’t pry his eyes away.

“Puerto Rican actually.. it’s mi mamí’s, this dress is a traditional white, blue and red.. told me when younger she used to dance a lot in it…” Miles trailed off sadly, shuffling a bit before shaking their head.

“But it is nice to see Mamí never got rid of it.” Miles explains quickly, holding the skirt of the dress tightly in their fists. From what Pav sees in her body language and how quickly they said near the end, sounds like miles didn’t want to explain further.

“And the red scarf?” Gwen asked, pointing to miles neck. “Neckerchief actually and it’s part of the male outfit so… why not?”

“Breaking norms? Respect.” Hobie nods, shuffling through his pocket before passing each their respective pride flag badges.

Trans for the four spiders each, a pan pin too and different gendered pins each. He/him for Pav, no labels for hobie, she/they for miles and she/her for Gwen.

“Alright, let’s get to parading!” Hobie shouts, hands in the air.

“Don’t think about threatening the bible bashers again.” Gwen warned, following the punk. “Seriously? He did that?” Miles asked, following Gwen.

Leaving behind Pav, who is now down bad for miles, more worse than normal. ‘Gayatri is so not going to let me down for this.’ He thought, shouting towards the others to wait up before he loses them.

He just hopes gayatri would understand, maybe she’d open up to a polyamory relationship…

_______________________

… to be honest I wanted to see/write miles in a traditional Puerto Rican dress.

Best way I can do that with a transfem? Is with she/they pronouns. That and very true to what I do..? Chaiflower. Shoot! Almost forgot.

———

Gayatri, holding a photo: so this is Miles?

Pavitr: yeah… she goes by she/they

Gayatri: … they’re gorgeous! You’re right to have a crush on her!

Pavitr: … so you agree to open a poly relationship?

Gayatri: duh!

———

Can’t forget the aftermath! I Still very much like gayatri as Pav’s girlfriend.

[vii-is-free]

Leona's Feldcroft Date

First of all, shout out to @silverxstardust for Sebastian's coat and scarf mod, because the biggest thing missing from this quest is Sebastian pouting in style

Look at hiiiiiiim :3

Anyways, apologies for the radio silence, in addition to personal stuff and finally taking a T break, I’ve been romancing Goatjo on Stardew Valley

HES BLUSHING

I love this mod. It's teaching me self love. BUT ENOUGH ABOUT GOJO

We’re here for a completely different breakout star side character that completely overshadows the actual plot

Nah, I’d kill his uncle

But seriously, THANK YOU MODDERS. Do you realize how pissed I was when, while playing on the switch, I got my mc all dressed cute and hair done only for Sebastian to show up in his stupid uniform?

Should have been the first red flag honestly.

Also, in case anyone is wondering,

We're still ignoring Duncan

So i show up to Feldcroft with my cute outfit and hairstyle and what do I see

HIGHLAND COW. It literally just walked up to me and sat down.

I fucking love highland cows. But do you know what I fucking hate?

Sebastians uncle lmao.

In all honesty I don't think Sebastian lives in the shed when he visits - he's more of a sleep outside on the hay, under the stars kind of guy.

Also, it's a fucking dump. Sebastian doesn't strike me as a messy person, and there's broken bottles everywhere. I think this is Solomon's "get drunk and think about how miserable my life is until I pass out" shed.

But seriously, he's HORRIBLE to them. And it's not only the "no cure for Anne" thing. That part I can understand. What I can't understand is this:

You're a former Auror, probably the only one in Feldcroft with the capability of protecting the hamlet and you're not doing anything about the goblins? Not one thing? Don't even have connections to the ministry to get some backup?

Which, I don't think is an oversight in the plot at all. I think it was intentional to show us that Solomon did not leave the ministry on good terms.

What I'm saying is...

Let our boy get away with murder, guys.

Anyways, idgaf about the keepers plot so have some screenshots of Sebastian and Leona sharing the same braincell posing

Also,

I need fanfics of mischievious Anne right now like right now.

EPILOGUE:

So we get back to Hogwarts and this happens....

But I ignored her because I'm tired and not interested in her weird vigilante shit. Also, how about a "Hi, hope you're doing well?"

So I go to bed and the next day, THIS happens:

Ominis: You're always going on adventures with Sebastian! I'm tired of being left behind!

Sebastian: *quiet for once*

Leona: You want to...go on an adventure? I have a treasure map right here.

Ominis: Ah - I mean --

Leona: Let's set off, then

Ominis: Now, don't get the idea that this is some kind of date, Hart.

Leona: What?

Ominis: What?

Ominis: Is that a...whirlpool?

Leona: Hm...seems like whatever this map leads too is at the bottom.

Ominis: Well, that's a shame -- WAIT

Ominis: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

Leona: Keep watch for me, okay?

Ominis: Keep....watch!? Seriously!?

Leona: That was a fun.

Ominis: That wasn't fun at all! I spent 38 minutes in a damp cave wondering whether or not you were alive!

Leona: Do tell me what your idea of fun is, then.

Ominis: Shopping. Shopping is fun. Shopping is safe.

Leona: I'd hate to spend all the galleons we just found on something I can brew myself, though.

Ominis: Get what you want, I'll pay for it.

Leona: And if I want the whole store?

Ominis: Fine, I'll buy the store.

Leona: Ominis... is this a date?

Ominis: What?

Leona: What?

Meanwhile,

Sebastian: I cant believe they left me here with him.

Duncan: Has she found anything to, uh, prove my bravery yet?

[epersonae]

I have no idea what this would entail i just want to see what you'd come up with so... stitch and bitch au lol

I can see this as either a TAZ Balance AU or an OFMD AU, which is great :D

TAZ Balance

Taako and Lup are co-owners of the yarn shop

Lucretia is a regular at knitting group night; she and Taako are hot gossip buddies

There is a LIVELY debate about crochet vs knitting (Magnus is a crocheter, Taako is a knitter)

Everybody thinks Barry is just there because of his crush on Lup, but actually he's an avid knitter (he really likes this yarn)

Kravitz is the one who's there because of his crush, he's been working on the same mangled mess of a garter stitch scarf for three months

Our Flag Means Death

Stede's new weird tiny shop is full of heinously expensive specialty yarns; you didn't even know that animal's hair could be made into yarn!!!!

Ed owns a small but very well known chain of high-end yarn stores (somebody like StevenBe). He does of course show up at Stede's shop for the regular stitch and bitch night, just as some kind of crazy fight is breaking out between a pair of mean old ladies. (Stede gets stabbed with a chiagoo #0, which is fucking sharp actually)

The crochet vs knitting debate is between Lucius and Izzy. Lucius mostly just likes an excuse to make hooker jokes, he's not actually that committed to the debate.

The Badmintons are Hobby Lobby execs, Izzy's betrayal involves a real estate deal or something

The red silk is a bit of lace that Ed's mom knitted out of laceweight red silk, it's a little wonky in the way that 70s knitting sometimes is, but he's been holding onto it all these years.

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(ask game from a few days ago: Let’s play a game. Send me a potential AU and I’ll tell you five fun facts that would happen in a story.)

[conjuremanj]

Ogou Or Ogun. Spirits Of Iron In African Diaspora.

This is Papa Ogou one of many in the Ogou nation.

Ogou is a Nago spirit from the Nago Nation these spirits came to Haiti from Africa. they are strong spirits and used with the Asson or Tcha Tcha (rattle) there personality falls between Rada and Petro.

Now some might think, " Isn’t there a spirit like this in Lukumi ? ” Yes. There is, He is Ogun an Orisha. One of few Orishas who made it outside of Africa and who has some similarities with Ogou: In Haitian Vodou and Santeria and so on. They both are associated with iron and metal. Ogun is more of a blacksmith, whereas Ogou is more of a soldier.

When you hold a knife, railroad spike, sword or horseshoe in your hand and you're holding Ogun or Ogou. Ogun is also the patron of anyone who works with metal.

This spirit is great even if your practicing hoodoo because he can protect you help you even help increase your energy in your workings.

There are also many Ogous in Haiti, like Ogou Kriminel, Ogou La Flambeau, Ogou Feray, Ogou Badagris, Ogou Shango, to name a few. He is also associated with a particular region of Nigeria, and is often depicted as an older soldier there names in Cuban Santeria (La Regla Lucumi) he is known as Ogun, or Oggun; In Brazilian Candomble.

The name Ogou is not the same name like in Africa but is actually a title used to describe warriors and they also carry a machete, but some favor a sword. There colors are red and blue, but some Ogous take additional colors like green or khaki. Remember: if you can’t afford anything other color to wear, you can always use a (white scarf to salute any spirit.)

Ogoun Ferraille, aka Papa Ogou Feray in New Orleans, this warrior lwa is the primary figure of Saint James the Greater—the saint himself riding into battle on a white horse. He is sometimes also represented by Saints Andrew, Martin Caballero, some use Saint Peter and John the Baptist any many others depending on which African diasporic religion you want to practice.

He is the chief of all the warrior paths of Ogun durning the Haitian revolution which gave the colors to the Haitian flag.

Orisha Ogun

INVOKED:

Ogun or Ogou is invoked to heal diseases affecting blood, including AIDS, leukemia, and sickle-cell anemia. He is invoked for safety and success before surgery. He also heals infertility and erectile dysfunction. Request his protection from crime and criminals. He also help finds employment for devotees.

Ogou is usually syncretized to Saint James the Greater but may also can be associated with Michael Archangel and Saints Andrew, any many others depending on which African diasporic religion you want to practice.

He is a works tirelessly at the forge, in the bedroom, and on behalf of his devotees. He never rests.

He will use his machete to cut away all evil and sweep your enemies away. But he is also a tender and loving Papa. I’ve will cry when his children are in pain. Ogou also loves the ladies and he is one of the most commonly married lwa.

ATTRIBUTES: A machete, a three-legged iron cauldron, traditionally wrapped in chains and filled with iron implements, including tools, spikes, nails, and knives👇

SPIRIT COLOURS: Red, black, sometimes green, sometimes red and white (the colors of heated iron), or blue and red (the colors of the Haitian flag) or Green and black for Ogun. But can always wear white if you don't have the other colors.

OFFERINGS: Red candles, cigars, rum, whisky, aguardiente, or other alcoholic beverage— incense, metal, chains, metal tools, railroad spikes. He likes red beans and rice, and typically likes Florida water as a cologne.

Fill a cauldron with found pieces of metal, like rails or railroad spike (not plastic).

He will often blow cigar smoke on people to give them blessings.

He like fire we make a fire for him sometimes on the veve.

So whichever one you're drawn to like Haitian or African spirits, there's no spirit better to have for protecting than Ogun. Except, St. Michael or God of course 😃

Everyone needs a warrior. Ogun is his name among the Yoruba people. Among the Fon he is called Gu. In Cuban Santeria (La Regla Lucumi) he is known as Ogun, or Oggun; In Brazilian Candomble , Ogum; in Haiti’s Vodou and New Orleans Voodoo Papa Ogou, or simply Ogou.

Feast Day: He is syncretized with St. Peter whose feast day is June 29, St. James whose feast is July 25th, and St. Michael whose feast is Sept. 29th.