#jay coding adventures

[shiraishi--kanade]

This is how learning HTML feels like

[weirdlookindog]

Mysterious Adventures #23 - Story Comics, December 1954.

Cover art by Jay Disbrow?

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daddy's in a tutu !!

(🩰) ── 𝓟ARK JONGSEONG [제이] ⁞ ㅤㅤ𝓰. fluff, humor, married auㅤㅤ୨୧ㅤㅤ warnings : est. relationship, not proofread, pet-namesㅤ⟡ㅤ!nonidol hubby !jay 𝔁 wife !reader ᯓ ꒰ wc : 1.3k꒱ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsynopsis .ᐟ in which you come back home to the sight of your husband in a pretty pink tutu (•̪ o •̪) ── 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ᡣ𐭩

juno's note ─ "unfortunately I can imagine him in a tutu if our daughter asked him too" is so jay coded. you will never not catch me yapping about husband jay..bc why is that man so hubby material. if you enjoyed reading this, please be sure to like & reblog !! ♡

the snow was falling heavily outside, blanketing the world in a soft, white layer. inside your cozy home, you were busy getting ready for a day of much-needed errands.

bustling around the house, you pulled on your warmest winter coat and bundled up, ready to brave the icy roads.

before you left, you turned to your husband, jay, and your four year old daughter, yubin, who was sitting on the couch, hugging her favorite pink stuffed bunny.

you stared at your daughter's crestfallen face as she cuddled up beside jay. It was the inevitable that the four year old would be upset right now. due to the icy roads and heavy snow, today's ballet class was canceled, leaving yubin devastated.

“are you sure you'll be okay?” you asked, fixing the scarf around your neck and grabbing your purse.

jay looked up from the couch, where he was busy trying to cheer up yubin, her eyes still a bit puffy from the earlier tears and her nose resembling rudolph.

“we'll be fine,” he reassured with a smile, “right, princess?”

yubin nodded half-heartedly, a cute pout still present on her face as she clutched her bunny.

“you guys call me if you need anything,” you reminded them, pressing a kiss to jay's cheek and ruffling yubin's hair. “i'll be back soon.”

and with one last look at your two favorite people, you braved the snowy outdoors. the cold air nipped at your cheeks, but the promise of hot cocoa and a warm house kept you going.

you made your way to the car, shaking your head with a smile at how cute they looked together. little did you know, an adventure was unfolding inside.

jay and yubin huddled together in the living room, surrounded by the warmth of the heater and the faint sound of delicate snowflakes hitting the window.

yubin wore her little ballet outfit, a mini bun perched on the crown of her head as she practiced her pirouettes.

jay on the other hand, was trying his best to keep up with her, although his ballet skills were definitely less refined.

“okay binnie, let’s try that spin again,” jay said, puffing slightly. “i think i’ve got it now.”

yubin giggled, her cheeks flushed with excitement as he watched her dad try to catch his breath from just a couple twirls.

“daddy, you’re doing great! but…”

“but what, sweetheart?” jay asked, glancing down at her with a raised brow.

“i think you need a tutu too!”

jay blinked. he hadn't anticipated that request. “a tu..tu? i don’t know if that’s a good idea honey...”

“pleeease, daddy?” yubin begged, giving him her best puppy eyes. “it’ll be so much fun!”

jay stared at his daughter for a moment, his heart swelling in his chest at the sight of her big round eyes staring up at him.

after a moment of thought, jay reluctantly sighed, giving in to her adorable plea. “alright, alright. if it’ll make you happy, i’ll wear a tutu.”

and with that, jay found himself sporting a frilly tutu that barely fit his hips, his face turning an adorable shade of pink to match the tutu. yubin clapped her hands in delight, twirling around in her own tutu.

“we're matching now daddy!” yubin cheered, jumping around in her ballet slippers.

jay laughed, looking down at the slight new change of wardrobe. it was definitely a combo to say the least, never in his life would he expect sweats to look so good with a tutu.

“isn't that right binnie?” he commented, extending his hand for yubin to take. “now, let's get back to those grand jeté's we were working on earlier eh?”

yubin squealed, immediately accepting his requests with the grasp of her tiny fingers and a wide smile plastered on her face.

“yes please!”

as they continued their ballet practice, the living room had turned into a makeshift stage for the two, with yubin and jay performing a whimsical ballet routine, the sweet melodies of the nutcracker adding the perfect touch to their chaotic performance.

“okay, let’s see your best grand jeté!” yubin called out, her tiny arms reaching out dramatically.

jay attempted a grand jeté, but ended up looking more like an enthusiastic baby goose learning to fly, his arms flailing in the air.

yubin giggled uncontrollably, trying to mimic her dad's moves with even more dramatizing flair.

they pranced around the living room for what seemed like hours, their tutus fluttering in sync with every twirl and leap. for jay’s sake, they would take periodic breaks throughout the practice.

during these breaks, yubin would watch in amusement as her dad rested his hands on his waist, desperately trying to regain his composure. let’s just say, it was like watching a wind-up toy wind down.

after what felt like ages, you were finally heading home. sure, the sweet jingle of christmas music and the warm smell of cinnamon from each errand stop were enduring, but what you were really looking forward to was being wrapped up in a warm, cozy blanket with the two people you love most.

as you pulled into the driveway, the house looked picture perfect against the snowy backdrop. you carried your bags inside, balancing them as you nudged the door open with your hip.

“i'm back!” you called out, kicking off your snowy boots and setting the bags down in the kitchen. “i got all the goodies!”

no response. now you were curious.

you walked further into the house slowly, following the sound of familiar classical music you knew all too well. peeking around the corner, you stopped in your tracks, eyes wide and mouth agape.

there, in the middle of the living room was your husband, in a bright pink tutu that barely fit his athletic build. matching his outfit was your daughter, her own tutu flaring out as she twirled around, her giggles a melody of their own. they were completely in the zone, unaware of your presence.

If you were being frank, the scene was too precious to interrupt. jay was trying to execute an arabesque, but his balance was off, making yubin laugh even more.

“come on, daddy! like this!” she demonstrated with the grace only a child could have, and jay tried again, a bit more successfully this time.

you couldn’t hold back your laughter any longer, and jay’s head practically spun at the sound, his face turning even redder from embarrassment.

“oh- hey honey! um, well, yubin wanted to practice ballet–” he explained, his voice trailing off at the end.

“don't stop on my account,” you teased, revealing yourself from behind the wall as you took in the scene before you in all it’s glory.

yubin ran over to you, her eyes shimmering with excitement.

“mommy, look! daddy's my ballet partner!”

you couldn't help but chuckle, kneeling down to hug your daughter. “i can see that," you commented through giggles, your gaze flickering towards your husband for a moment. “and I must say.. he's doing a pretty fantastic job.”

“why thank you.” jay answered. he tried to pull off a graceful bow, but from the energy he had just exerted to his recent performance with his daughter, he stumbled a bit.

you couldn't stop laughing, tears forming in your eyes. “oh, jay, you're a sight.”

jay grinned, walking over to join you and there daughter. “anything for our little princess. plus, i think i’ve found a new appreciation for tutus.”

later that evening, after yubin was tucked into bed, you and jay found yourselves cuddled on the couch, the soft glow of the christmas tree lights casting a warm glow to the room.

“you really made her day today, y'know,” you murmured, resting your head on jay's chest.

“well, that's what dads are for, right?” he replied, his fingers playing with a strand of your hair.

“i think you might have missed your calling as a ballet dancer,” you teased, nudging his side with your elbow.

jay laughed, pulling you closer. “i'll stick to my day job, thanks. but for yubin, i'd wear a tutu any day.”

you smiled, feeling the warmth of his love envelop you. “and that's exactly why you’re so amazing.”

𝓢igning off... @pnghoon

── 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 [OPEN 🗯] @onlyhees @amouriu @greentulip @enhluv1 @samiikeu @hoonwhile @dearrwoni @won4kiss @jakesangel

[nickistuffs]

Chimed encounters

Pairing: Harry x Designer Reader (curvy or plus-sized—whatever you feel they should look like. This is my preference 😌)

Summary: Meet-cutes that's all

Warnings: None, just fluff.

Word Count: 965

✨masterlist✨ read the rest of Harry x Designer Reader there

...

You wake up to the blaring sound of your alarm at 6 a.m., groaning as you reach over to turn it off. A sigh escapes you as you mentally prepare for the busy day ahead.

Reluctantly peeling yourself away from the warm cocoon of your blanket, you head to the bathroom, splashing cold water on your face to shake off the remnants of sleep. After finishing up, you move to your closet, opting for something simple yet comfortable: a white boat-neck tee, grey jeans, and your trusty black Sambas.

The perk of being a freelance designer is the casual dress code—no rigid rules to follow. Quickly, you apply a touch of makeup, grab the closest jacket within reach, and stuff your essentials into your bag.

Before leaving, you glance around your apartment, double-checking for anything you might have missed—keys, phone, or plugs left in sockets. Satisfied, you lock the door behind you and make your way to the lobby. Your bike, chained under the stairs, waits for you. You place your bag in the basket, plug in your earphones, and brace yourself for the chaos of city commuting. But first, breakfast and coffee.

The familiar chime of the door greets you as you step into the quiet café you frequent. Felice, the owner, waves from behind the counter.

“Good morning, Y/N! The usual, or are you feeling adventurous today?” she teases with a warm smile.

“Morning, Felice. Surprise me,” you reply, smiling back at her excitement.

Felice and her husband, Jay, have been experimenting with new recipes to add to their menu, often using you as their unofficial taste-tester. Not that you mind—every dish is a delightful creation.

“It’s on the house! I don’t want your money, Y/N,” she calls out as she disappears into the kitchen.

You chuckle at her generosity and quietly slip a twenty-pound note into the tip jar, knowing she’ll try to give it back if she notices.

Finding a vacant table, you sit down and pull out your phone to review your agenda and upcoming meetings. Alongside it, your commonplace journal—a collection of ideas, sketches, and plans—makes an appearance. Pen in hand, you begin jotting down thoughts as the café’s calm atmosphere settles over you.

The door chime rings again, signalling another customer. Glancing up briefly, you spot a tall man wearing a cozy brown cardigan. You don’t think much of it until Felice’s voice cuts through the air.

“Harry! Your order’s almost ready. Jay’s just finishing it up now,” she says casually.

Your heart skips a beat. Harry Styles? You quickly lower your gaze, pretending to be engrossed in your notebook.

Felice calls your name, and you head to the counter to retrieve your breakfast.

“Thank you! Oh, this looks amazing. What’s in the sandwich?” you ask, marvelling at the colourful creation.

“Lettuce, tomatoes, two types of sauce, and pan-fried teriyaki-marinated tofu,” she explains proudly.

Before you can respond, the man beside you—Harry Styles—chimes in.

“That sounds delicious. Is it available?” he asks, his voice as smooth and familiar as you’d imagined.

You freeze momentarily, your mind scrambling to process the fact that Harry Styles is standing right next to you.

Felice, unfazed, answers, “Of course, Harry. Yours will be out in a minute.” She heads back into the kitchen, leaving you rooted in place.

Grabbing your tray, you quickly return to your table, doing your best to avoid eye contact with him. Meeting famous people always makes you nervous, and being an introverted designer who occasionally deals with high-profile clients doesn’t help. Plus, it doesn’t hurt—or maybe it does—that you’re a huge fan of his work.

You take a deep breath, push your straw into your iced coffee, and focus on your sandwich. To distract yourself, you doodle mindlessly in your journal.

From the corner of your eye, you notice Harry taking a seat at the table adjacent to yours. You keep your eyes down, bouncing between your coffee cup, your phone, and your sandwich, trying to act nonchalant.

When Felice calls his name to pick up his order, you resist the urge to look at him, knowing it would only make you more flustered.

...

Finishing your sandwich, you glance at your watch and realize it’s time to head to your first meeting. As you pack up your things, you risk a quick look in his direction. He’s taking a bite of his sandwich, seemingly enjoying it. For a brief moment, you consider asking if he likes it, but you bite your tongue and focus on leaving.

With your coffee in hand, you walk to the door, unhook your bike, and start to prepare for your ride. The door chime rings again, and you assume it’s Felice coming to say goodbye.

“Sorry, Feli, I’m in a rush—my meeting’s in 30 minutes,” you say quickly, only to stop mid-sentence when you see him.

It’s Harry Styles, holding your journal in his hand.

“Hey, you left this on the table. I didn’t want you to forget it,” he says, his voice kind and warm.

You freeze, your hand reaching out to take the journal. As your fingers brush against his, you feel a jolt of awareness that makes your cheeks flush.

“Oh, thank you. I didn’t realize I left it,” you mumble, embarrassed.

An awkward silence lingers as you both stand there. You avert your gaze, fumbling to place your bag in your bike basket.

“Thank you again, truly, but I need to go,” you say, finally hopping onto your bike.

“No worries. Have a safe ride,” he replies, smiling softly.

You meet his gaze for a fleeting moment before looking straight ahead, your heart racing as you pedal away.

As you turn the corner, you can’t help but replay the interaction in your mind, blushing harder than ever.

... I felt so giddy when I was writing this. aaaAAAHHH!

[s0ull3ss-p3rs0n]

So anyways, I have decided to make a list of all the unique canon x canon Ninjago shipnames in alphabetical order (proships and Lloyd x Ninja are not included for obvious reasons)

You can send an ask with a shipname you'd like to add to the list or if you happen to be the one who invented said shipname I can also credit you if you want to, directly or indirectly (@placeholder or @/placeholder, and if there are mutliple shipnames the different shipnames and credits will be color coded for distinction) and if you have a ship and don't know the shipname of and the list is way too long for you to find jack shit you can just send me an ask and I'll try to remember!

(Note: every shipname with "🔹️" after it was made by me!)

(Note 2: please send me an ask instead of reblogging/replying with a shipname suggestion, it's a lot harder to organise when the suggestions are all over the place, if askbox is closed, then you send them through submissions)

(Note 3: PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODS READ THE INSTRUCTIONS ABOVE BEFORE SAYING ANYTHING 🥲)

(Note 4: hit max mentions, every single one will be indirect from now on)

(Note 5: every credit without an @ is non Tumblr and every credit with 🫡 is deactivated/defunct)

List below (163 ships so far!):

A

-Acidic (Tournament Guard x Temple Spirit) [created by @geoxstxrs ]

-Adventure (Vinny x Clutch x Acronix x Cyrus x Ronin x Frohicky x Dareth) [created by @geoxstxrs]

-Amberclone (Chamille x Skylor)

-Amberphoenix (Nya x Skylor)

-Amberwind (Skylor x Morro)

-Amethyst (Pixal x Zane x Cole x Geo) [created by @mimenoises456 and @meavaly ]

-Amnesia (Ice Emperor x Agent walker)

-Anchoredpirate (Dogshank x Cyren) [created by @alyxpostsdumbassshit ]

-Ancienttimes🔹️ (Garmadon x Krux x Nokt)

B

-Blacklight (Shade x Ultra Violet)

-Bluewire (Jay x Pixal)

-Bonfire (Geo x Mr. Pale) [created by @geoxstxrs ]

-Boomer (Bleckt x Chen x Krux) [created by @hellsballz ]

-Boulder (Cole x Zarkt) [created by @geoxstxrs ]

-Bounty (Ronin x Mr. E) [created by @patchesahoy ]

-Braincell (Nya x Zane)

-Broadcast (Roby x Percival) [created by @geoxstxrs ]

-Bruise (Jay x Cole)

-Bumblebee (Arin x Percival)

-Burntpie (Arin x Wyldfyre)

C

-Cashgrab (Ronin x Doubloon)

-Citrus (Morro x Echo Zane)

-Compatible/Frostbyte (Pixal x Zane)

-Crash🔹️ (Rox x Nya x Jay)

-Crimsonlightning (Mr E (not Echo!) x Jay) [created by @naiad-ni ]

-Crossfire (Kai x Cinder)

-Crystalarrow (Plundar x Soul Archer) [created by @alyxpostsdumbassshit ]

D

-Deal (Soul Archer x Ronin) [created by @riptidesblog ]

-Deepseaenergy (Benthomaar x Lloyd)

-Destiny (Kai x Morro)

-Detective (Detective Simon x Detective Tommy) [created by @alyxpostsdumbassshit]

-Disguisedwolf (Akita x Faith) [created by @alyxpostsdumbassshit ]

-Djinnblade (Nadakhan x Krux) [created by @alyxpostsdumbassshit ]

-Dumbass (Kai x Cole x Jay)

E

-Earthtrident (Nyad x Lilly) [created by @alyxpostsdumbassshit ]

-Electricalfuse (Jay x Geo) [created by @skrunklydoo ]

-Electromoon🔹️ (Jay x Nokt)

-Eyepatchclaw (Rapton x Clutch Powers) [created by @alyxpostsdumbassshit ]

F

-Firefly (Kai x Drix) [created by @geoxstxrs]

-Firestorm (Kai x Cinder x Jay) [created by @quebeck ]

-Firewall (Zane x Kai x Pixal)

-Forbiddentime (Nokt x Acronix) [created by @alyxpostsdumbassshit ]

-Forgotten (Benthomaar x Morro x Echo)

-Formless (Vex x Nyad)

-Frozengear (Dr. Julien x prev EM of Ice)

-Frozenmagic (Vex x Clouse) [created by @alyxpostsdumbassshit (?)]

-Fusedbruise/Meteorite (Jay x Cole x Geo) [created by @poopinmybabyfood ]

-Fusedelements (Cole x Jay x Zane x Kai x Geo) [created by @colesdilftits ]

-Fusedwire🔹️/Welding (Pixal x Geo)

-Future (Cyrus x Acronix)

-Fyreworks/Heatpad/Plum (Roby x Wyldfyre)

G

-Geostorm (Geo x Morro) [created by @skrunklydoo ]

-Girlbosspolycule🔹️ (Nya x Skylor x Pixal x Vania)

-Glacier (Cole x Zane)

-Goldcircuit (Kai x Skylor x Zane x Pixal) [created by @hiddensneker ]

-Goldensnake (Wu x Clouse) [created by @geoxstxrs]

-Goldstone (Kai x Cole x Skylor)

-Grayscale/Straight (Shade x Neuro x Ash) [created by @cybermoni and @jalluzas-ferney ]

-Greenfile (Lloyd x Maurice aka the administration orc agent)

-Greenflower/Forgiven (Lloyd x Brad) [created by yaoimelody🫡]

-Greenjade/Dragonspider🔹️ (Lloyd x Harumi)

H

-Hailstorm (Zane x Jay x Cole)

-Hazard (Tox x Kai)

-Hazardmohawk (Tox x Ultra Violet x Miss Demeanor) [created by @geoxstxrs]

-Heavymetal (Cole x Zane x Pixal)

-History (Misako x Krux)

-Holly (Lloyd x Akita)

-Honeybee (Percival x Frak) [created by @geoxstxrs]

-Hotspot (Gayle Gossip x Aspheera) [created by @buff-daddy-cole ]

-Hotwire (Kai x Pixal)

-Hunting (Kataru x Benthomaar)

-Hurricane🔹️ (Nya x Jay x Morro)

I

-Iceberg (Zane x Geo)

-Icyghost (Vex x Morro) [created by @alyxpostsdumbassshit ]

-Icythief (Vex x Ronin) [created by @alyxpostsdumbassshit ]

J

-Jadewing (Harumi x Vania)

-Jadewolf (Akita x Harumi)

-Jetfaith (Jet Jack x Faith, it's a name combo shipname but also fits in a tad bit too well here so)

K

-Kelp (Benthomaar x Lloyd x Brad) [created by @kelpshippingceo ]

-Killcount (Zane x Vex x Nyad)

L

-Landline (Cole x Pixal)

-Lantern (Kai x Mr. Pale) [created by @geoxstxrs]

-Lava (Kai x Cole) [created by the sister of redarsenic🫡]

-Lost/Geode (Cole x Geo)

-Lostmemory (Jay x Zane x Cole x Geo) [created by @skrunklydoo ]

-Lycoris (Brad x Morro)

M

-Magneglass (Reflectra x Miss Demeanor) [created by @sunn-mechanic ]

-Malewife (Zane x Mr. Frohicky)

-Mango (Arin x Percival x Frak) [created by @geoxstxrs]

-Melted (Grimfax x Ray) [created by @alyxpostsdumbassshit ]

-Metalonia (Karloff x Korgran)

-Mistletoe (Lloyd x Akita x Vania)

-Molten (Kai x Cole x Geo)

-Moon (Nya x Nokt)

-Moongrave🔹️ (Cole x Nokt)

-Moonrock (Cole x Pixal x Nokt) [created by @geoxstxrs]

-Motorclaw (Killow x Rapton) [created by @geoxstxrs]

-Mountain (Kai x Cole x Zane)

-Mudshock (Cole x Jay x Nya)

-Museum (Arin x Roby) [created by @geoxstxrs]

-Mutation (Chamille x Tox)

-Mystech (Mystake x Gandalaria x DR. LaRow) [created by @sunn-mechanic ]

N

-Never/Eternalwinter (Ice Emperor x Vex)

-Nightmode (Pixal x Nokt) [created by @geoxstxrs]

-Nocturnal (Ras x Nokt) [created by @cable-salamdr ]

-Noodlewire/Stolendata (Skylor x Pixal)

O

-Oldie (Wu x Krux) [created by @alyxpostsdumbassshit ]

-Opposite (Kai x Zane)

-Overcast (Maya x Libber)

P

-Paperwork (Detective Zane x Administration Jay) [created by @pnrp1echa1k ]

-Pastroyalty (Krux x Hutchins) [created by @geoxstxrs ]

-Plasma (Kai x Jay)

-Pocketwatch (Wu x Bleckt) [created by @geoxstxrs]

-Polyninja (Kai x Zane x Jay x Cole)

-Polyponytail (Nya x Skylor x Pixal)

Q

-Quartzclock (Vangelis x Krux)

R

-Racing/Hairstyle (Kreel x Blazey H Speed)

-Raspberry/Wolfcat (Sora x Jordana)

-Rigged (Chen x Bleckt) [created by @skrunklydoo ]

-Rivervalley (Nya x Cole x Geo)

S

-Samurai (Nya x Pixal)

-Sandstorm (Morro x Cole)

-Sapphirine🔹️ (Lilly x Libber x Nyad)

-Scamware (Cyrus Borg x Ronin)

-Scroll (Misako x Aspheera)

-Scruff (Dareth x Ronin)

-Seabreeze (Morro x Benthomaar)

-Seaflower (Brad x Benthomaar) [created by @kelpshippingceo ]

-Seawalker (Sea!Nya x Administration!Jay)

-Serpent (Skylor x Jay)

-Shapeshifter (Kataru x Chamille) [created by @alyxpostsdumbassshit ]

-Shattershock🔹️ (Jay x Rox)

-Shatterstorm (Nyad x Rox) [created by @geoxstxrs ]

-Shatterwaves🔹️ (Nya x Rox)

-Shockwave (Nya x Jay)

-Shockwaveserpent (Zeatrix x Aspheera) [created by @geoxstxrs]

-Snowflake (Zane x Nokt) [created by @geoxstxrs]

-Solareclipse (Kai x Nokt) [created by @hiddensneker ]

-Spitfire (Kai x Zoltar) [created by @oshawottarchive ]

-Spyglass (Sqiffy x Bucko) [created by @alyxpostsdumbassshit ]

-Stainedglass🔹️ (Skylor x Kai x Cole x Geo in that order)

-Sunrise (Kai x Rox)

-Sunset (Vania x Skylor)

-Survival (Garmadon x Vinny)

T

-Tangerine (Arin x Frak) [created by @geoxstxrs ]

-Techno (Zane x Jay) [created by yaoimelody🫡]

-Technoghost (Bansha x Dr. LaRow) [created by @alyxpostsdumbassshit ]

-Thief (Ronin x Plundar)

-Thunderwave/Toasterbath (Jay x Benthomaar)

-Timeheist (Acronix x Clutch) [created by @geoxstxrs]

-Tripletrouble (Doubloon x Ronin x Plundar) [created by @alyxpostsdumbassshit ]

-Twofacedbullet (Doubloon x Flintlocke) [created by @alyxpostsdumbassshit ]

-Twofacedcrystal (Doubloon x Plundar) [created by @alyxpostsdumbassshit ]

-Twofacedeyepatch (Doubloon x Clutch Powers) [created by @alyxpostsdumbassshit ]

U

-Ultraform (Ultra Violet x Chamille) [created by @alyxpostsdumbassshit ]

V

-Vanillacake (Cole x Vania)

-Ventrifact (Cole x Geo x Morro) [created by @skrunklydoo ]

-Volcanic (Kai x Geo)

W

-Wanted (Mr. E x Ronin x Doubloon)

-Windpower (Pixal x Morro)

-Windtech (Sora x Euphrasia)

-Wishgranters (Nadakhan x Arrakore) [created by @alyxpostsdumbassshit ]

-Wolfqueen (Akita x Vania)

X

Y

Z

[lagoonalake]

enhypen ideal type pls

ENHYPEN IDEAL TYPE

HEESEUNG

Personality: justice, 8 of cups, ace of cups

Someone with strong morale and integrity, who has no time for pettiness, Focused on doing their thing and follow their own rules and code, someone deep, with strong powerful emotions, who follow their heart, very giving and who could only help if they’d see suffering around them, someone who knows what sacrifice is, who understands pain, who is a bit detached from all things shallow and materialistic, someone with a strong sense of justice who wants to help the needy pisces, scorpio, aquarius, virgo

Appearance: king of wands, 3 of cups, strength

Someone who could have a rather heroic appearance, bright, warm colors, a more masculine style, short hair, or disheveled big hair, a fierce determined look, looks aren’t his primary concern, he is more about the vibe of the person and that they can connect on an emotional level fire signs especially aries and sagittarius, aquarius

Turn offs: ace of pentacles, the magician, 5 of wands

Someone opportunistic, interested in him for his money, a manipulator, a trickster, someone who talks big and makes false promises, someone overly ambitious and competitive who wants to win at all costs, and would be ready to lie, trick, use and manipulate others in order to do so.  negative taurus, capricorn, gemini, leo

JAY

Personality: 2 of swords, 4 of wands, queen of cups

He wants something rather traditional, a balanced, calm individual, someone who can help him make decisions and is intelligent, moderate, astute, calm. He wants someone who would be fully committed to the relationship, he isn’t really interested in anything non serious. A homebody, an understanding, nurturing, motherly, kind, caring partner. Someone who could understand him without him having to talk about it, a very intuitive partner. A soothing, healing partner, with whom he’ll have this perfectly balanced cozy life where everyday is a celebration, someone who can help him find joy in the little moments. libra, cancer, taurus, leo, pisces

Appearance: queen of wands, 8 of swords, queen of cups

He likes someone who looks rather feisty, confident, sporty and physically strong, someone who carries themselves with a lot of confidence but behind all of this he actually also wants to perceive vulnerability, humility and softness. Both fierce and sweet at the same time. Could be someone with striking features but a round face, or someone really athletic but with very curvy body. He would prefer a curvy partner, hips and butt especially should be rather wide. A siren sort of look, could prefer darker skin with more revealing outfits. Full lips, wider features. Long luscious hair. aries, pisces, taurus, libra

Turn offs: king of pentacles, queen of wands, 8 of swords

Someone who would want to be the man, especially when it comes to money. Someone who wants to control everything, who is too concerned with finances, career, someone with no time to chill, with no spontaneity. Someone who is too independent financially, he wants to be the provider. Vanity, arrogance, a bully.  capricorn, taurus, negative leo

JAKE

Personality: 6 of swords, knight of wands, 4 of swords

Someone very simple, not too attached to him, that would be fun, adventurous, up for anything, and would help him relieve his stress. He isn’t looking for anything serious right now. He likes his partners confident and feisty, a bit wild, very straightforward. Light hearted but sassy and a bit reckless sort of energy. He likes a challenge but it shouldn’t be too tiring either. Sporty, loud, who enjoys the outdoors, full of life, competitive, hot headed partners. People who aren’t too emotional or sensitive, nor too boring or too deep, at least he doesn't want to have to deal with that side of them. Someone he has a lot of chemistry with. sagittarius, gemini, aries, mars

Appearance: 8 of wands, 7 of wands, ace of swords

Sharp, athletic, a more masculine appearance, tall height or someone impressive physique, fierce eyes, big, bold movements, muscles. Strength. Warm colors, like red, orange, brown. Short hair. Simple style. Could prefer more revealing outfits. Sexy. mars, aries, scorpio, sagittarius, leo

Turn offs: 8 of swords, 10 of pentacles, queen of wands

Insecurity, shyness, passivity, someone too serious or mature, snobbish people, someone looking for something long term, someone who is high maintenance, someone who comes with all their bagages, he just wants something very simple cancer, virgo, leo, libra, taurus, capricorn

SUNGHOON

Personality: the lovers, knight of cups, page of pentacles

Someone romantic, a very calm, sensitive, compassionate person, a beauty, someone not afraid to express their feelings, someone more quiet, who may not be a celebrity, but still a beauty, very feminine presence, sweet, kind with animals, who loves nature, a certain innocence, very caring, affectionate, physically demonstrative, friendly, accepting, open minded, non judgemental. Someone he can build something stable with. I’m hearing “a fresh spring”. Someone who he’d want to protect and cherish. Just a sweetheart!  pisces, libra, virgo, cancer

Appearance: the world, 6 of wands, temperance

Someone he’d be proud to be with and would want to show the world. Someone who could look like him a bit or match him physically, he want to hear people say “they look so good together”. Someone calm, with a peaceful, serene energy, very symmetrical face and harmonious features. Could enjoy jewelry and accessories. Warm bright colors, pink, red, orange, yellow, gold. Feminine appearance, long hair. Dignified and regal. Good proportions and good posture. Warm, sunny smile and face. Could like a foreigner too. libra, sagittarius, leo

Turn offs: judgement, 3 of wands, page of cups

Someone too intense, invasive, who wants to change his lifestyle or habits, who wants to control everything, someone who is extremely focused on their goal and vision and has no time for the relationship, someone too naive and disconnected from reality, with a delusional sense of self importance, it’s giving delulu sasaeng energy to be honest XD  scorpio, pluto, capricorn, neptune, leo

SUNOO

Personality: justice, 5 of wands, high priestess

Someone fair, honest, with strong moral integrity, who sticks to their beliefs, who is open minded and treats everyone equally, still someone who could be rather competitive, confident, assertive, protective, possessive, he wouldn’t mind someone a bit jealous. Someone who is a bit mysterious, magnetic, sexy, alluring, seductive. Someone who can be very charismatic and impressive. I feel like this could be a specific person that he’s still trying to get to know. He wants that karmic soulmate type of relationship, maybe a secret relationship. He wants to stare at someone across the room and know that this will be the start of a passionate affair.  libra, aquarius, scorpio, aries

Appearance: justice, king of pentacles, 10 of wands

Someone who looks impressive, important, of high status, someone who looks in charge, boss energy, rich, very stable, grounded, rather slow energy, someone who looks like they can carry a lot of responsibility, and physically strong. Calm, grounded body language, symmetrical, balanced features, tall, clean cut, short hair, well dressed, brands, luxury, structured shapes, someone who stands out. Black and white colors. Nothing too flashy, simple but high quality, sophisticated, modern, sleek.  capricorn, taurus, leo, virgo, libra

Turn offs: the magician, 8 of cups, 8 of swords

Someone manipulative, too chatty, detached, two faced, someone who would use him and leave him, someone insecure, shy, scared, depressed. Someone cowardly. Someone not from the same circle as he. Someone outside of his comfort zone. negative gemini, aquarius, pisces, cancer

JUNGWON

Personality: 10 of wands, 4 of wands, ace of pentacles

Someone fun, playful, who can shoulder a lot of responsibilities, who can help and support him, and at the same time celebrate life with him. Good marriage material, the manager type. Could be someone older who can help him in his career, shoulder responsibilities with him, help him deal with stress. Someone committed and loyal. Practical and who always has a solution. A good advisor. Mature and realistic. Intelligent, efficient, honest, positive. Practical, helpful, crafty. Could be someone in his circle or from the staff. An assistant sort of energy. virgo, aries, capricorn

Appearance: 6 of swords, high priestess, 6 of cups

Someone who looks calm and wise, with a seductive mystery. Not a show off but effortlessly, quietly magnetic. A kind face. Soothing voice. Looks intelligent and deep. A bit curvy, especially chest and hips. Beautiful, deep eyes, long eyelashes, refined, gentle features. Foxy face, can look a bit mischievous, in a cute, sweet way. Smells good. Relaxed feminine style.  pisces, gemini, virgo, libra

Turn offs: 3 of swords, 10 of swords, 9 of wands

Cheaters, manipulators, backstabbers, people who are all talk and no action, who make false promises, people who are overly complicated, unhealthy (both physically and mentally), people who play mind games (he doesn’t have time for this and really wants a partner that can help him, and accept his help), someone always on the defensive, provocative, who has too many baggages.  scorpio, negative gemini, cancer, pluto

NIKI

Personality: 3 of cups, judgment, 4 of swords

Someone he clicks well with and who makes a strong impression on him, who can help him evolve. He doesn’t really have a specific type of person he is attracted to and he’s not too picky. Just that this person is positive, honest, fun to be around, friendly, not too complicated, independent. A bit all or nothing, strong opinions, what you see is what you get, easy to understand or figure out. Rather proud, confident, passionate, feisty, still with a lot of humor and playfulness.  aries, leo, aquarius, sagittarius

Appearance: queen of pentacles, the lovers, death

Someone sensual and sexy. Not shy to reveal their body. Someone with a romantic quality. All skin tones, all hairstyles. Feminine appearance. Very magnetic and alluring. Someone with a lot of intensity, hypnotic eyes. The color red. Wider features, big smile, strong defined bone structure, square jaw. Can be both fierce and soft. Darker aura and appeal, a bit of a femme fatale, with a natural earthy quality. taurus, scorpio, aries, sagittarius

Turn offs: 6 of pentacles, queen of swords, the magician

Someone high maintenance, an ice queen, someone too posh or snobbish, someone a bit too moderate and calm (he prefers people who are a bit more black and white and intense), someone uptight, a bit mean, cold, detached, impossible to get to know. Someone hesitant, too serious. Someone manipulative, a smooth talker (he doesn’t trust them), cunning and mischievous, two faced, who plays games with him, someone who gives too much in a way that he'd feel endebted. air signs, virgo

[addicted-to-dc]

AK!Jason Todd x Catwoman’s protégé! Reader - Just for tonight, Kitty - Pt 3

Guess who's back, back again? There will be a few more parts as long as inspiration fuels me.

Content: 18+, MDNI... angst, fluff, alcohol use (why does that look like it's spelled wrong?? anyways), getting into some smut (finally) in this part. Nothing too serious yettttt 😏

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Holding tight onto Jason, he grapples to the top of your penthouse. Rushing through the historical district at night always takes your breath away, especially with Jason. It’s been 5 years since you’ve enjoyed Gotham with him. It’s almost like the city is alive again.

Your feet gently land on the balcony, Jason landing behind you. Walking towards the entrance to the greenhouse, you input your code and open the door. The cold Gotham air quickly disappears as you step through the doorway. Jason’s right behind you, closing the door as he takes your plants in. Gifts from Ivy, ones that you spared no expense to help them thrive.

Finally, you enter your penthouse, descending your spiral staircase into your living area. The building, funnily enough, was severely damaged during one of the never-ending battles between Batman and his long list of rogues.

“I guess crime does pay, doesn’t it, Kitty?”

You turn around in time to watch him take off the mask. He places it out of sight, then his armor quickly meets the same fate. A bottle of your favorite drink calls your name. Two glasses join the party as you pour generous helpings of the beautifully colored liquid.

A quick laugh escapes from your lips as you turn to face him, your arm extending to hand him his glass, “It certainly has its perks, especially now I’ve branched out of Gotham.”

You take a sip, testing the flavor as you sink into the most comfortable couch money could buy. The glass is quickly placed on the table as you begin to take off your suit. Your gloves are the first thing to go, the fabric and hardware easily slipping off your arms.

Jason stays still, leaning against your countertop. He watches as your boots get tossed near the staircase. His eyes wander to the whip still attached to your waist before taking a big gulp of his drink. “That why you were in Venezuela?”

You take another gulp, relishing in your newfound warmth thanks to the alcohol. “Shopping for things to pay the bills. Might’ve made enough to retire.”

He laughs, “Do you really think you can retire? Once you’re in, you’re in for life.”

Leaning forward, you swirl your glass as he makes his way towards you. “Maybe, but it wouldn’t hurt to make it a part-time thing. Have some more time for myself, maybe for us?”

Jason finally sits down, leaving no space between the two of you. “After tomorrow night, I’m all yours.”

You gulp down the rest of your drink down, needing something to rid the thought of the near future. He places his drink next to yours before pulling you closer. Your thighs drag over his until you’re resting on top of them. He drags his fingers along the seams of your suit, goosebumps trailing behind his touch. You lean in closer, sighing as you take in his body heat.

“What are we going to do after this? Stay in Gotham?” you ask, your hand playing with the fabric on his chest. “We could go anywhere if we wanted to.”

His hand weaves in between yours, pulling it up for a kiss. “I don’t know, haven’t really thought of anything after this.”

You sigh, squeezing his hand. “No matter what we do, we always end up back here.”

“Hey.”

Your eyes flick up to his immediately. He adjusts himself, taking you with him as he places his back flush against the cushion. The movement sends a gasp out of your mouth, the friction setting you on fire. Your hands shoot out to stabilize yourself, using his shoulders to recompose yourself. You didn’t even register he unzipped the front of your suit until you felt his lips on you.

“Jay,” you whimper, back arching as he pulls you closer.

“This is where we met, Kitty, had all our little adventures,” he begins, leaving a trail of kisses and bruises as he travels upwards. “A little vacation every now and then would be nice, but…”

He bites your neck, stealing your breath away as he soothes the skin afterwards. Your grip on his shoulders loosens, overwhelmed by everything he’s doing to you.

“…Gotham’s home as long as you’re in it.”

You forgot how soft his lips were against yours.

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Aha CLIFFHANGERRRR XD. Felt right to torture you guys a bit. Part 4 will be out soon, won't be able to fend off the fic voices for long.

As always, likes, comments, and reblogs are always welcome!!

[witchofthesouls]

I just read your seeker bird kiddo (Jack) and Truck dad Optimus adventures and I beg for more content, I adore it all and the spOoky cryptic parts are 👌

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Jack accidentally triggers mechs’ protective instincts because he makes baby bird noises to mimic the local corvids. It doesn't help that Jack parks himself at the entrance to the Ark and plays games with the more playful blackbirds. Dadimus is very much used to Jack’s imitations, the rest of the Autobots (and his counterpart) are most definitely not.

The chirping and screes are reminiscent of newsparks’ calls for attention and care, and it drives the resident Seekerkin up the wall because he is the only sparkling in the vicinity and Jack punches the Seekerkin-coding into activity after four million years of dormancy.

There have been a few jokes to take a recording of the sparkling’s noises and play it to the Decepticon Seekers after the Autobots had seen their own Seekerkin with the kid. TFP Optimus is immediately No. Stop. Control, Alt, and Delete that terrible plan. He will take Jack and run into the most remote environments he can find.

No one knows how Jack did it, but the blackbirds got into gambling, and everyone blames Smokescreen. 

He's partly to blame with the cards, but the dice is Bluestreak's fault.

Jack is a polite menace. The kid knows his manners, but that doesn't stop him from skipping up the walls, hanging on the ceiling, and popping into places that he shouldn't have access to. At all.

Mechs were confused why Dadimus pinged out so often but then realized that's the most reliable way to actually tag Jack as he's a slippery little thing. Sometimes the sparkling responds, but usually he doesn't.

Red Alert is on the verge of having an aneurysm since Jack can bypass all the security measures. Mechs have taken to looking up to see if Jack is trapezing on the panels or checking under the tables and desks because of near unfortunate incidents of almost shooting the kid or shock-related delays with time-sensitive chemical reactions that nearly turned the ship into a massive crater.

Dadimus was highly disappointed and upset by the last part as Jack knows better as he had done similar stunts when they were upon research vessels. Not only Jack had to apologize to Skyfire, Wheeljack, and Perceptor, but he wasn't allowed to stray from Dadimus' field for a month. ("Curiosity cannot override safety protocols.")

On one camera, Jack would be at a corner by the entrance with organic birds, and between blinks he would then disappear and reappear across the ship, talking excitedly to a random corner with a different group of birds.

(If anyone catches them at the right second, at the right angle, at the right frame... the raven/crow/jackdaw/jay will ripple. Feathers dripping and flowing like an inky waterfall and eyes splitting into multiple, countless pairs as Jack's shadow expands- And then, the watcher will blink because they have to, and the footage will reset. Devoid of Jack and blackbirds.)

There's talk about new cryptids going around. It's silly Halloween and superstitious nonsense… until it isn't.

Due to Smokescreen, Bluestreak, and the Aerialbots constantly monitoring the perimeter or setting traps that are becoming more elaborate each week, it's becoming a new running joke. It's the Autobot snipe-hunting. All because of Jack's devoted drawings of strange, contorted creatures.

They're adamant that something is outside.

(They’re right).

An eerie thing begins to appear at the nearby dunes by the Ark’s entrance. It’s vaguely canine and its size is constantly changing. They can smell a wildfire in the air and taste ash upon their tongues as it beckons them to follow with a heavy, burning gaze. 

Before anyone follows, a racket of shrieking blackbirds breaks them out of the trance. When the piercing noise fails, then a nasty peck to some skin or exposed protoform is enough to bring them back to their senses.

“It’s looking for something that can’t be regained,” Jack speaks with a keenness beyond his age and a lilting cadence. A flurry of pictures of the same dark canine by a campfire with multiple individuals and groups sitting by it. It remains unchanged, despite the others’ fashions and vehicles it managed to beckon to it. “Don’t be taken by its ancient sorrow. You won’t escape its grasp.”

Between the space of desert and forest, there’s an old barbwire fence and a seemingly endless dusty dirt road that has never been updated to proper asphalt, despite its existence for over a century and all the grumbles and complaints by humans and Cybertronians.

When it rains, a phantom of a massive stag appears. Dark and regal, it gently trods along the path, always towards the forest, never in the opposite direction. Perched upon its twisted antlers is an owl with multiple wings, spread out and spotted with many painted eyes, a feathered and watchful halo with a cry that echoes in everyone’s ears and audials. It leaves no tracks, just deep puddles with flickering shapes in its vast depths that immediately dry when people look away.

The mechs start to understand that the local humans’ grumblings and complaints are half-hearted, and when it starts to drizzle, everyone stays inside. 

“It’s older than all those that vaguely remember its beginnings,” Jack murmurs to a window full of drawings in the condensation, sleepy in the colder weather as he curls in a heated seat. “Dreaming and wandering, yet always returning to the place that crowned it King.”

[shiraishi--kanade]

Every time I think I understand how code works it turns out I don't understand how code works

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

Some changes for Power Of Three

Each Clan effectively has a "classroom". There was a baby boom when cats came to the lake!

Leafpool's arc was quite messy, so I'm smoothing some things out. For one, her attitude towards Jay wanting to be a cleric is less "hm but you are blind and unable to Do Thing" and more "are you absolutely SURE you wish to swear eternal chastity and never even getting to adopt? You can be a Warrior if you want to! I promise! I'm more than honored but you do NOT have to do it!!!"

Jayfeather also WANTS to be a cleric. A lot of his early frustration comes from cats assuming he only wants because he may doubt himself. He doesn't doubt himself! But hunting is so, so boring, and while fighting is fun... He can't just fight and then sit on his rump.

Lionpaw also is assumed to want to be a cleric.... Because he likes plants. No, he is not a cleric, he is just a fan of Good Nice Smells. Lionpaw and Jaypaw switch mentors. Hollypaw also was a Cleric Apprentice for a while, but she cannot do blood. Holly has hemophobia and feels quite ill when seeing blood/wounds.

Squirrelflight's weird eary arc moments where the authors tried to make her a Bad Mom before realizing The Three need to care that she's not their mom have been fixed. Yes, she is busy, but she's still THERE for them.

The Three all have issues. All are caught in 2 worlds.

Jay is caught between the physical realm and the spirit world. His ties to the spirit realm, Starclan and the rest, keep his mind in unrest. He can feel the spirits of living cats around him, some emotions are contagious, such as Sorreltail's anguish over her lost son. The feeling is so thick it makes him upset. It's hard, and tiring, and it makes him snappy. Not to mention his ties to the past...

Holly is struggling with a balancing two lives. The politician, the good 'little thinker' who keeps the Warrior Code in her mind at all times despite seeing it's cracks and lack of nuance... With the rebel. The firey rulebender who does what is right, even if it is against the laws. The friend to not only Fallen Leaves, but Willowpaw of Riverclan, Olivepaw of Shadowclan and Figpaw of Windclan.

Lionpaw has his own problems too. On one hand, he wants to have fun, enjoy himself, have lots of friends. But in his mind and dreams he is tormented. All of The Three were targeted by Tigerstar but only Lionpaw gave in. In his mind he sees himself do horrible things, he thinks he is blowing off stem in the Dark Forest, when the reality is that he is being groomed into their weapon... Unlike Canon, Lionblaze never acts on his thoughts. Well... Not on living beings.

The Classrooms! (So far, subject to change but not by much!)

Thunderclan!

Hollypaw - Mentored by Leafpool, then Ashfur

Lionpaw - Mentored by Leafpool, then Brightheart

Jaypaw - Mentored by Brightheart, then Leafpool

Hazelpaw - Mentored by Dustpelt

Berrypaw - Mentored by Brambleclaw

Mousepaw - Mentored by Little Brook (Brook)

Icepaw - Mentored by Whitewing

Foxpaw - Mentored by Squirrelflight

Poppypaw - Mentored by Mistleberry (Snowkit's sister)

Honeypaw - Mentored by Sandstorm

Cinderpaw - Mentored by Cloudtail

Deerpaw (Lynxpetal's son, Brambleclaw's nephew) - Mentored by

Shadowclan!

Ivypaw - Mentored by Rowanclaw

Redpaw - Mentored by Whitewater

Owlpaw - Mentored by Oakfur

Sleekpaw (Renamed Shrewpaw) - Mentored by Ratscar

Olivepaw - Mentored by Lavenderpool (Rowanstar's sister)

Shiverpaw (Renamed Smokepaw) - Mentored by Snaketail

Kinkpaw - Mentored by Cedarheart

Wanderpaw (Adventure Game) - Mentored by Dawncloud

Riverclan!

Robinpaw - Mentored by Pinefur

Minnowpaw - Mentored by Voletooth

Pebblepaw - Mentored by Woodblossom (OC)

Splashpaw - Mentored by Biscuitfall (Name from the Wafflepaw Poll)

Nettlepaw - Mentored by Parsleyfire (OC)

Copperpaw - Mentored by Duskfur immediately, she was a Warrior for a few days before Copperpaw was assigned to her

Ripplepaw - Mentored by Reedwhisker

Rainpaw - Mentored by Sasha

Duskpaw - Mentored by Leopardstar

Willowpaw - Mentored by Mothwing

Mallowpaw - Mentored by Blackclaw

Sneezepaw - Mentored by Perchcloud (Mistystar's son)

Windclan!

Breezepaw - Mentored by Whitetail

Heatherpaw - Mentored by Crowfeather

Harepaw - Mentored by Tornear

Fallenpaw (OC) - Mentored by Webfoot

Kestrelpaw - Mentored by Barkface

Furzepaw - Mentored by Ashfoot

Antpaw - Mentored by Cicadawing

Thrushpaw (Leaftail pre-transition) - Mentored by

Sunpaw - Mentored by Drizzlecloud

Iciclepaw (OC) - Mentored by Hayclaw (OC, Larkwing and Featherpelt's father)

Technically, Pouncepaw and Otterpaw, Pouncetail and Otterheart, are apprentices during early Po3, but Otter graduates in the middle of The Sight, and Pounce graduates in early Dark River. That and, "ugh, we're way too old to be hanging out with you 😒 Kittens, honestly!"

[cbsghostsmetasandtrevor]

Warning: controversial opinion ahead :-) As much as I love Ghosts, I think the show would be even better if Bela were the human who served as the intermediary between the ghosts and our world.

As a few people have pointed out, Sam and Jay have become stagnant, boring characters who are in a stagnant, boring relationship. They have basically no personality, there's no real character contrast between them that would lead to a natural push and pull (San and Jay are essentially the same dull person - except that one of them can see ghosts!), and now that the bed and breakfast is open and somehow surviving, they have no real dreams, goals, interests, major challenges, flaws, or even friendships with people more interesting than they are. Can't Jay at least start a D and D group or something so we get likable and amusing nerds hanging out at Woodstone?!

Bela, though, has personality. It's sometimes an annoying personality, but she's a much more vibrant, lively character than either Sam or Jay. Unlike Jay and Sam, she has clear flaws and struggles and therefore a lot of room for growth while Sam and Jay seem kind of done growing and changing. Bela has more unpredictable, impulsive and surprising reactions to situations while Jay and Sam can just be counted on to almost always help in the same ways no matter what comes up. She has a more personal ethical code that make her choices a lot less predictable than Jay or Sam's. She already has a fascinating dynamic with Trevor, and there's so much they could do with her relationships with the other ghosts. Even the fact that she's single could be fun - imagine trying to date with the ghosts around :) Basically I just think she'd be far more interesting and entertaining than either Jay or Sam.

I know this won't be a well received opinion and it would never actually happen even if it were, but I really think messy, flawed, emotional and spontaneous Bela would be better as the show's main, ghost-seeing "living!"

OOOOOOHHHHHH!!! This is very interesting.

I do love Sam and Jay, but as the seasons have gone on - it really does feel like they're the same person. Like they had separate thoughts about the mansion at the start and then switched the roles (Jay cashing out their money for a B&B while Sam was in a COMA), and we saw some renovations spark different fights (which could've been more interesting).

But now, we have a couple that has lost some spark, and individual personalities and are really not all that different aside from Jay cooks and Sam writes. I think we needed to keep them separated and not so isolated.

Jay has 1 friend (and he works for him), Sam's friends are all dead. It's hard to do much with that. I think we need more information about them / maybe if they had been newlyweds - so we could see more of them growing together - OR if they have to be well-established as a couple, SEE more of them conflicting. As it is there's barely any conflict with them, and they just seem to be yes-people for the ghosts.

Having a single person - Bela - be the one that can see the ghosts would be so interesting. Especially because they could play with a ghost / human romance (and settling on, this doesn't really work or a happy ending where they can be together - the heartache and angst...) ANYWAY - Bela is chaotic and fun. She seems to be more outgoing and adventureous, so it could have been way fun - I agree.

I do think it's just the writing that if they made there be more conflict with Sam vs Jay on the ghosts stuff or Jay kept his initial interests or even Jay figuring out ways to communicate with the ghosts that don't involve Sam would be more fun then what they're doing with them.

Conversely, I propose a brother/sister duo in charge of the B&B. Maybe Bela gets the B&B in one of her 'impulsive decisions' and Jay goes to stop her because he thinks she's lost the plot, and she gets the power. As a result (in this story, their parents would be gone and that's how Bela (oldest) gets the house), Jay decides to move there because he wants to support Bela's crazy ideas because he almost lost her, too.

We have the conflict of Jay vs Bela with the ghosts & personalities - he's 'more responsible' vs her 'impulsiveness' - and it would allow for more storylines.

He could even meet Sam along the way.

I also think Bela would be game with the ghosts for sheer chaos. I hope bringing her in as around more will help Sam and Jay remember who they are outside of bad business owners that live with ghosts.

thanks for the ask! :)

[huffle-dork]

Long Live the King

Chapter 1: Fallen Swords

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“Alt!! These aren’t authentic!!” Chase whines, pulling on his tunic that closely resembled the one he wore the few days they stayed in Glasúil. “They’re gonna be able to tell!! These are machine stitched!” 

Alt rolled his eyes, dressed similarity to how he was before too, phantom mask around his neck. He looked up from the spells he was reviewing, “Chase…I know you’re a superhero. But, neither of us make enough to afford accurately-made, custom, medieval clothing!” 

Jackie grinned from where he was sitting crossed legged on the couch. “Well- I still think you’re both super nerds for already dressing up!” 

The Brody brothers both glare at Jackie. 

Dr. J tsks quietly, shaking his head. “I think it’s admirable,” He said. The good doctor was still getting used to having a voice again, after so long believing he couldn’t speak. So, he spoke constantly like he was trying to be the most model library guest ever. But, at least he was slowly healing from whatever Mag did to fuck with his head. “That kind of passion is rare these days, it should be embraced!” 

“Even if it’s cringe?” Jackie teased. 

Chase threw a pillow at him, “like you’re not cringe about superheroes, dork!” 

“Both of you are cringe! How bout that?!” Alt snapped with a look of annoyance. 

“Ah friends can we please not do the fighting?” Henny asked nervously. “This trip is for ah- bonding… is it not?” 

The other boys looked at each before Alt sighed with a smile. “yeah, you’re right Hen. Thanks for the reminder.” He shot a pointed look at Jackie and Chase. “Iii think I’m done with preparation, if you guys wanna gather round.” Alt says, shutting his book and arranging stuff on the coffee table. The boys all crowded around as Alt explained: “Okay- these bracelets are attuned with runes- they should try to find each other. They’ll glow when one of us are near- and if you press the gem and say loonu then I’ll show you a path to the nearest signal. Blue means you're close, green is far away. It should work there since it’s connected to my magic… that way, we can hopefully find each other quickly! And! I got a universal translation spell on there too- it might struggle a bit but it should help until we can find Marvin…” 

Jackie winces slightly at the name but nods. “Pog~! sounds like you thought of everything, Alt!” 

Alt smiles shyly and shrugs, “Well- we’re kinda experts on this now, I’ll say~!” 

“You sure you got the right code, bro?” Chase asks, watching as Alt pulls out the TRVLR. 

The Glitch nods and smiles, “Yeah. I even tried to double check with Anti… the UF prefix should be correct!” He scrolls through his favorited list and finds the one he’s looking for: UF-0606021FM. 

Bro can’t help but excitedly stim, securing his bracelet on his wrist as he watches the rest of his friends do the same. “Guys this is gonna be so much fun!! We can get fresh air and Jackie, the fantasy Jackie said we can teach you to sword fight like he taught me! And Jay, you’ll love learning stuff from fantasy Henrik and and Henny! I bet you’ll love seeing the language and the sights and-!” 

Alt laughs and nudges Chase playfully, “Breathe, bro. Don’t pass out before we even get there!” 

Jackie grins, “Yeah dude- don’t worry. I tease but… I’m stoked! This is gonna be super cool!” 

Dr. J nods with a kind smile. “I am quite excited to see the place you all have been so enamored with. Maybe learning the history too… if it has any connection to our world here… well… beside the obvious.” He chuckles. 

Henny laughs and prances on his feet. “I am just glad my new ear thingys are working! Hopefully I will not be too lost! I want to experience this new world as best as I can!!” Then he frowns and anxiously messes with his vest. “Though… it will be… strange… without Sahne.”

Alt looks back at Henrik with sympathy. “…I get it Hen… it’ll be weird without Glitches… as much as I wanna bring her it’s just… not safe for them. They could get lost really easily…” 

Henrik sighs dramatically, “yes yes… I know…” he almost whines, crossing his arms. 

Jackie leans over by Alt with a smirk. “at least they’re in good hands though! A nurse’s hands~ which you would know allll about, right, Alt~?” He grins cheekily and Alt blushes before finding the pillow Chase threw earlier and stuffing it against Jackie’s face, pushing him down into the couch. Jackie laughs and tries to push him off. “Hey! What?? Am I wrong?!!” 

Alt glitches away and pretends to check the TRVLR idly, schooling his expression into something neutral. “Okay well- Jackie’s not coming then-“ 

“What?! Hey Alt, c’mon man! I was joking!!” Jackie cries out, hopping to his feet. Then he pauses as he sees Alt trying to hide his grin. “…yer an asshole-“ 

“Love you too, Jackie~” Alt replies cheekily before picking up his bag and securing his jacket around his waist. “Alright gents! We ready?” 

As the group of friends prepares to jump, a shadow slinks across the wall, eyes narrowing. His puppets were planning to jump to another dimension without him? Well… that wasn’t going to happen. Magnificent had a score to settle with that arrogant Royal… he would get that thing’s head on a spike. As his cub gathers everyone around and explains how the jump works, Mag slinks his presence closer… he can’t give himself away too early. Then, that annoying apprentice of his would notice and this would all be for naught. Patience… he had nothing but patience. 

Like a cat stalking its prey, he watched. He waited. He sees the Hero seem to stiffen, looking around the room with narrowed eyes. 

Alt pauses his explanation, just as Henny is taking the glitch’s hand to start a chain with the others. “…Chase? Is something wrong?” 

Luckily for Mag though, Chase looks back at the younger brother and smiles quickly. “Hm? Yeah yeah no it’s fine! Just.. thought I… felt something-“ 

Alt glitches a bit nervously but returns the smile. “Well- maybe it’s the wind? Or nerves… but it’s gonna be fine! We’re prepared this time!” 

Chase laughs, proud to see Alt confident and not paranoid for once. He really was getting stronger and stronger. “Yeah- you’re right. C’mon! We’re wasting sunlight over there- probably!” He takes Jackie’s hand to complete the circle. 

“Jesus… this feels like a prayer circle-“ Jackie mutters, “or like- those sharing things they make the kids do.” 

Dr. J nudges him, “Jackie- Alt probably needs to concentrate. Show a little more decorum, hm?” 

Alt laughs, “It’s fine- this is like second nature now!” He grins with confidence and powers on the device, moving his finger to the jump button and- 

Now’s his chance! As Alt charges his magic into the device, Mag lashes out of hiding and appears in the circle, grabbing Alt’s wrist holding the TRVLR and sinking his magic in to try to get a hold of him. “Going without me, Alt? Well that simply won’t-!”

He expects banter, surprise and Alt attempting to glitch- 

He did not expect the screaming. 

Magnificent startles back as Alt- and soon after, Chase, starts to scream bloody murder, their eyes quickly filing with corruption as their backs arc and bodies spasm like they’re being shocked. The black magic Mag tried to use to control Alt’s magic and the TRVLR goes haywire and backfires- lighting the room up with purple light as it tries to fight Alt’s blue-green. But Alt’s magic is quickly losing, the room growing dark. The apartment fades away into black- and the green orbs that start to appear as the group feels like they’re falling glitch and flicker with static. The black air around Alt and Bro seems to shatter like glass and purple fills their eyes completely. And then… just as soon as it starts- the screaming stops- and the connection starts to pull them apart- taking the now seemingly passed out and glassy eyes Brodys away into the darkness. The air fills with the horrible sound of static. 

Jackie, Dr. J and Henny try to cry out for them- Magnificent covers his ears against the grating sound- And then they’re all falling into fragmented, broken black- tv static and purple staining the way.

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When Alt falls into Glasuil- it’s not a smooth fall like all the times he’s jumped before. No, its painful. Something is being ripped from him- rewritten. He falls onto his hands and knees, gasping for breath like he just broke the surface of the water after drowning. Then, he bites back a cry as he curls up towards the ground, his body glitching wildly. But, it’s not how he usually glitches. It’s like… the world- the air around him… is spiking- glitching… fragmenting into him like shards of stained glass. Glitching Into his brain. His being- his soul. Everything is tinted purple. It’s hard to form thoughts at all as he dazedly falls to the ground completely, like a rag doll. His glassy eyes stare out at nothing as purple flashes and glitches in his eyes. And when this phenomenon is done… his eyes seem to gray. They’re still his, still the same colors, central heterochromia and all. But they’re less vibrant. Like… something is missing.

Alt has landed in the middle of a small courtyard garden filled with bushes and flowers. There are stone walls surrounding this green space, with arches leading to the interior of the building. Standing at one of these arches is a pair of helmet-wearing warriors. The tunics they wear over their chainmail are black, with a design of a green-striped shield with a blue circle in the center. Despite their helmets hiding their eyes it’s clear that they’re looking at Alt. They glance at each other, unsure, then back at him. One puts a hand on a sword by their side.

For a scarily long time, Alt doesn’t move, his brain too scrambled to even process where he is or who’s in front of him. Then, suddenly he sits up and gasps again, blinking rapidly as he takes in the garden. He shakily pushes himself to his feet, body glitching just slightly- enough that he doesn’t seem to take notice. “…w..where… am I…?” He asks quietly. Then, he freezes, finally taking in the sight of the warriors. He shakily steps back, eyes wide. 

Though once he’s on his feet… the warriors can recognize a white mask around his neck, marked just like the other Masked Phantoms. 

The moment the warriors see the mask they stiffen slightly. The other one also reaches for their sword. "Fanann keart," one of them says. Which, somehow, Alt knows means "Stay right there." 

There's a faint flash of green light somewhere inside the building. And soon a man walks out into the corridor. He wears fine clothes, including a green cloak with the hood down. Brown hair is held back by a golden circlet. He looks at Alt with emerald green eyes. "Bhuel. Didhui aan." Again, Alt knows this to mean "Well. Hello there."

Alt is trying not to panic, trying to figure out why his heart is beating so fast and his body feels like it’s made of lightning. But his head is so- fuzzy. He… he can’t seem to remember… anything…! Everything feels wrong..! But he doesn’t know why! He feels his breath leave him as the king steps into the courtyard. He staggers back, panic clear in his eyes. “A-aan Rith…!” He whispers. 

And the King is surprised to see… he doesn’t need a translation spell. The boy is speaking Glasish. But, this is a far cry from the last time the king laid eyes on Alt Brody. This boy doesn’t look like the powerful lightning bird he saw before, blessed by the Elders. He looks… lost and confused. And based on what he knows… his mind doesn’t seem fully intact. Something has happened… something had messed with his memories. And fate… has delivered him straight to his castle. 

The King blinks, momentarily confused. Out of curiosity he reaches out to Alt's memories to see what led him here... and finds only scattered pieces where there is usually a continuous stream of consciousness. How... unusual. Something definitely happened, perhaps something magical in origin. But one thing is clear. This man does not know anything. Nothing important at least. An idea sparks in his mind. 

As Alt stares at the king, his fuzzy brain can only register one thing: danger. He can hardly even remember his name… there’s so many of them floating around in his head. But, He knows he can’t stay here! The mask around his neck seems to be the only truly solid thing he can remember… The Masked Phantoms. And the King wants the Masked Phantoms dead. Then, one more solid thing comes back to him. He has magic…! The fuzziness he feels in his limbs that spark like fire confuses him to no end but- he tries to dig into that feeling. Maybe he can use it to get away! His eyes flicker to the empty space behind the King in the corridor- before he tries to appear behind him to run. 

The King reaches out to him but--right, he forgets this man can [imíonosht]. Glishing, as he called it. Alt disappears before the King can reach him. He whirls around, silently commanding his warriors to block off the nearest entrance, but to not appear hostile. They do so instantly. 

"Alt," the King says, trying to sound more calming than he usually does. "What's wrong?" The result is a bit stilted, but the main point--non-hostility--gets across.

Alt stumbles as he finishes glitching and looks down at his fizzling and popping hands with confusion. “W-what kind of magic is this…?!” He whispers to himself. Like he doesn’t recognize it. He stiffens as the king speaks and whips around, looking at him with wide eyes. His hand reaches back on instinct, curling around something in his pocket. It feels weird but… Alt’s brain dimly reminds him it’s a knife. He doesn’t draw it though, he just looks at the King with panicked eyes. “Y..you… you know… my name…?” He asks quietly, as if he’s not even sure of it. This could be very very bad. 

Hazy memories float around his head- he’s crossed paths with the King before. But… he knows his face- his name. He could be killed. He swallows shakily and flips out his knife, then seems surprised for a second at the mechanics of it. But, he holds out the knife at the King and warbles out, “W-What are you playing at?” He tries to growl, but it falls flat. “W-Why are you t-talking like you know me?” 

The warriors tense up again when Alt pulls a knife on their ruler, but the King holds out a hand, ordering them to wait. "Because I do know you," he says calmly. "You don't remember? It was a very brief encounter, and I'm afraid I didn't make the best impression." He flashes a smile, drawing on some of Aodhan's tattered personality to try and make it warm. Again, the result is a bit awkward, giving Alt the impression that this man before him isn't used to genuinity but is trying. "There was a fight. But I have no desire to fight you now. Something is clearly wrong. Did something happen...? Do you remember what?"

Alt starts to lower the knife, even as he stares at the King with a guarded expression. But… that smile- and the concern in his voice. Alt can’t help but let the truth fall from his lips. “I…I don’t.. know-“ He answers quietly. Purple flashes and glitches in his eyes again and he hisses in pain and grabs at his head, dropping his knife. Alt pants through the pain that follows and shakily breathes. “S-something… I-is missing I… I don’t… I can’t remember a-anything…!” Now he starts to sound distressed and scared, his tough mask falling. He grips tightly at his hair. “I don’t know how I got here- o-or why…! Or why my m-magic feels wrong! E…everything feels w̶̓̕r̶̈́͠o̶̜̊n̶͑̽ĝ̶̜!” He shouts at the end, his body and voice stuttering like something electric. But this only seems to frighten him more.

The King frowns. How strange... but... perhaps useful. "It's... it's going to be alright," he says awkwardly. Slowly he reaches out, but stops, unsure if physical touch is appropriate here. It's been so long since he tried acting this way. "Take deep breaths. This is... strange, but we can work with this. Your magic... from what I saw, this is actually how it's supposed to be. Perhaps. We didn't exactly talk about it, but you seemed confident in it last time. 

Alt unconsciously glitches back from the king, eyes wide again. He knits his eyebrows in confusion and looks at his magic, “…strange… I don’t think I’ve seen.. a-anything like this… before. Not in Glasúil…”

“As for how you got here... I'm curious about that, too." The King looks over at the warriors. They'd alerted him about someone in the courtyard. Further peering into their minds reveals that Alt really did just appear there out of nowhere. "I wonder if anyone else came with you..."

Alt feels like he needs to hide. He’s not sure who he should trust… if he can trust anyone. But… what’s the alternative…? He’s not even sure if he can remember anyone else- Brief flashes of other people pop up out of the fog. A wolf masked man in a red coat. A owl masked man in a white tunic. The wizard in the cat mask with the white and gray familiar. The quiet kind man in a rabbit mask who spoke in hands… and the Hunter in the deer mask. The one that looked and sounded like his brother… 

…wait… brother? 

The next flash is a little more intense as images of another brightly colored man appears in Alt’s memories, shining bright like the sun. But… so many of the flashes only leave Alt more confused. Why were his clothes so bright and sleek? Shiny almost? He’s never seen someone dress like that before… that he can remember. But, a recent memory seems to calm down his confusion- seeing Chase smile at him in the simple tunic he always wore. 

“…m…my brother-“ Alt mumbles, “Chase… he’s here somewhere and…” He tries not to let his muddled brain mess with his tongue. The images of the Masked Phantoms flash again and he feels fierce determination at the sight. His friends… he had to find his friends. The Rebels. 

At this, Alt starts to back up again, trying to look for another exit. Even if the king is being nice… Alt knows he’s a rebel. He can’t let his guard down. Then he cringes again as black magic tries to spark up in his eyes, and he gasps, a name falling from his lips, “M-Magnificent…!” He pants and leans against the nearest thing he can, feeling sick. The cruel laughter and pulsing purple that’s invading his mind feels too familiar.. and not in a good way. “…he- he’s… he’s here too-“ 

The King's eyes darken upon hearing that. "Magnificent is here too..." he repeats. Sounds like this is just like last time. But now, the bits of memory flashing through Alt's mind, the confusion about the strange clothes... Alt has forgotten about anything besides this world. How strange. But again, probably useful. If Alt has no memory of his world from before, then he'll have no desire to return to it. Hmm... 

"Well then, I suppose we should find him. I know you may be feeling... confused right now, in terms of loyalties." He nods at the mask around Alt's neck. Judging by his memories, he still harbors fond feelings for those rebels. "But Magnificent is a great danger. It's best if we deal with him quickly." He pushes a bit with that statement, hoping to take advantage of Alt's confused state to get him to listen. "There's also a chance that your brother is with him."

Even without his memories- Alt’s body remembers the fear and hatred associated with Magnificent. He knows that cat bastard poses just as much of a threat to the kingdom as the King… that him and his brother would stop at nothing to subdue him. He blinks and then narrows his eyes at the King, “…you want to… help me?” He asks slowly, looking at him skeptically. But, he does agree… Magnificent can’t be left to his own devices. He goes to pick up his knife and flips it closed, but he doesn’t take his eyes off the king. “…but… maybe… I-if you want to assist me in finding Magnificent then… fine. A… a temporary truce.”

The King nods, trying for another friendly smile. It's a bit colder than the last one, but not suspiciously so. "A temporary truce." He doesn't mind. Truces rarely stay temporary with powers like this. He turns to the warriors and commands them to step to the side so he and Alt can leave. They do so. "We should get started right away, then. I don't think Mag is anywhere is the castle. It may take some time to find him."

Alt nods slowly, still keeping his distance from the King as he rubs his mask. Then, he shudders suddenly, feeling the hair on the back of his neck prick up as the air suddenly feels electric. He glitches back- just in time to see a figure appear in a colorful wave of rectangles that buzz like angry bees. 

The King's eyes widen as he feels the familiar hum of electricity in the air.Then, he gets tackled to the ground, Magnificent pinning him down. His claws dig into the royal’s shoulders as he laughs darkly, magic sparking wildly around him. “Well hello again, Aodhan~!” The mad magician cackles. But, in a flash his expression turns murderous and angry as he lashes out to try to choke the king while he’s down. 

Alt stumbles back, watching with confusion and horror.

The King gets the wind knocked out of him. He looks up into a familiar set of black-sclera'd eyes. "What the--" The words get cut off with the rest of this body's airflow. How did Magnificent get here without him realizing?! Oh, right, of course. The magician can [imíonosht] as well. Just in a different way than Alt. A foolish oversight on his part. The King feels the tightening sensation of suffocation in his lungs, but he doesn't feel the need to breathe or the panic that most would. He reaches down to his belt, fingers trembling in a frustrating way, and draws his seax. In a flash he holds it up to Magnificent's neck, a harmless fragment of lightning arcing along the blade, barely missing Mag's flesh. 

{Kill this body and I'll make you regret it,} he says in the magician's mind.

Magnificent stiffens a bit at the blade at his neck. Then he laughs madly and presses harder, corruption hot on his fingers. {And what will you do to me then, specter? Without a body- what harm can you pose? Sure you can find another host… but no one else will have the power you seek, will they?} He leans in close and growls with bared canines, “I want to see you writhe, powerless as the life is drained from you…” 

Alt panics more. They… can’t kill the King… right? Jackie was very much against that. He panics and then opens up his palm, sending out a wave of magic to try to get Mag off the King.

The magic just barely misses- but it does draw Mag’s attention as he glances at Alt and barks out, “Stay out of this, puppet!” His eyes darken to black pits as the air around Mag shimmers and twists from his magic. “Or I’ll make sure you suffer twice as much as him!” Alt shudders and staggers back, overtaken by fear.

The King narrows his eyes. The green color flickers for a bit--Aodhan is panicking, survival instincts breaking through his control. He presses the blade into Magnificent's neck, drawing a drop of blood. He has to act fast while Magnificent is distracted-- Or... he could try something else. 

{You would,} the King says thoughtfully. {Or... he would.} His eyes flick back to Alt. He's loathe to abandon this body after seven years of work, but if it comes down to it, they're both good alternatives. {And I think we've established that my control exceeds yours.} 

Black spots are starting to dance across his vision. If this doesn't work he has to make a decisive choice. As he speaks to Magnificent mentally, he turns to look at Alt, giving a wide-eyed look, silently pleading for help, reaching out and trying to influence Alt to act despite Mag's threats.

Anger fills Magnificent’s body as the King suggests stealing his body or his cub’s. He roars in rage and magic bursts on his arms, sharp and loud and hot. “Don’t you fucking dare you loathsome little snake!” He spits. 

Alt’s eyes meet the scared eyes of the King and he feels like he’s being pulled along in a fog- despite the fear pounding in his ears. Then, in a burst of magic and green lighting- the body of a brown coated wolf is driving itself into Mag’s side and shoving him off, making both of them roll down the hallway for a second. 

For a moment, the King thinks he's made the wrong decision, as the magic travels down Magnificent's arms and to his body. His back arches in instinctive pain and his grip on the seax slips as it lands on the grass right by his head-- And then it's gone. Magnificent is knocked to the side and the King sits up, gasping, testing the skin on his neck for bruises or other marks. 

Magnificent yells in anger and quickly gets to his feet, spitting in feral rage. “you pathetic mistake!! I should-!” Alt however, in the time it took for Mag to get up, has quickly shifted back to his human form and is looking at himself in disbelief and confusion. He sees Mag towering over him and scrambles back, cowering and shaking. Mag stands there confused. …what happened to his fearless apprentice? The one with such a fearsome bite? …something happened during that jump… it’s almost like… Alt’s forgotten how his magic works. 

The King stands up, grabbing the seax as he does, and looks back and forth between the cowering Alt and the confused Mag. He takes a brief look into Mag's thoughts. "Pardon the intrusion," the King says in a hoarse voice. "But that's exactly it." He looks at Magnificent. "How dishonorable of you, attacking someone who doesn't even remember you." Though, to be fair, the King can't say that he wouldn't do the same under other circumstances.

Magnificent startles and then glares at the King. But slowly he looks back down at Alt. 

Alt tries to hide his shaking as he squeaks out, “I… I sort of- remember you…” 

Mag looks temporary enraged by this and probes Alt’s mind as well. He startles back at the fragmented void that awaits and looks at Alt with wide eyes. “…how… did this-?” He starts to say and then frowns, remembering the burst of static and Alt and Chase screaming and- “…my magic must have affected the TRVLR… and… in turn… messed with his memories.” He kneels down by Alt and lashes out, taking his chin and tilting it back and forth as he searches his mind. “…fascinating… it’s like… he believes he’s from this world….! Oh that is rich~!” He laughs then shoves Alt back, who just glitches slightly and scrambles back, curling in on himself. He feels like livestock… being observed before he’s picked off to be the next meal. 

Mag sighs and then turns towards the King and bares his teeth, “Can’t even take advantage of such a treat.. not when you still need to be dealt with!” He lights his hand with green fire and prowls towards the King once more.

The King backs up, holding his seax in front of him defensively. "Do you really want to do this here, Mar--Magnificent?" This is not the time to provoke the magician. "In the middle of my own palace?" Magnificent hears the shing of metal. The two helmeted warriors are still there. And they've drawn the swords. "Do you know how many resources I can call upon here?" Indeed, he's already mentally calling to as many of his special forces as he can, just in case. "Believe it or not, I don't want to kill you, but I will if I have to." His eyes flick to Alt again. {Besides, with our expertise combined, we can truly take advantage of this situation.}

Magnificent’s eyes flicker towards the guards as they draw their swords. He flashes black pitted eyes towards them and growls. But then he tilts his head towards the King and lowers his magic some. {…is that so…? Hm… this is a rare opportunity… one that might not present itself again.} He tilts his head at the King like a curious cat. {Are you suggesting another alliance, Aodhan?}

The King grins. {That's not my true name. But yes. Whatever happened seems like a freak accident, not something to happen more than once. In fact, to show you how sincere I am about this.} He sheathes the seax. The gesture probably doesn't read the same to Magnificent, without the context of this culture, but sheathing a weapon is a sign on trust. After all, it takes a while to draw it again. {I can tell you my true name. Since I know yours, it's only fair.} Once again, this may not come off the same to Magnificent. But in a land where legends of the Fair Folk stealing names are still fresh in the culture, this is very significant.

Magnificent straightens up, eyes alight with intrigue. He knew threats of the fey… a true name holds power. It’s the ultimate sign of trust. He lifts his head up and studies the King with a schooled expression. {…Alright.} He makes a go on gesture. 

Alt looks wearily at the two men- why does it feel like he’s missing a ton of valuable information right now? …is this a chance for him to run?

A smile flickers across the King's face. And for once, Magnificent gets a glimpse into his mind--truly his, not the mind of this person he's possessing. It last barely long enough for Magnificent to sense that the King is telling the truth. {I'm called Aneirin.} The name comes with a few faint images, buildings that look even older than the ones in this medieval world, blades clashing against each other, faces that mean nothing to Magnificent, metal twisted in the shape of a tree. And then the window is gone.

Magnificent blinks against the images, shaking out his head. The fact that the King also opened up his mind… and the images shown. Magnificent believes him. Besides… when else would get such a perfect chance? His cub was practically begging to be molded back into his perfect little pet. Mag grins back at the King, {Well then, Aneirin. What devious plot do you have in mind for our lost kitten, hm?}

{He looks about ready to bolt, so we need to act fast,} Aneirin says. {With his unique magic, so different from anything else in this world, he could be a valuable asset. Doubly so if this memory loss affected his brother as well. If we could make them loyal to the crown--to us--we could eliminate the rebellion and rule the kingdom for good. Possibly beyond.}

Magnificent’s eyes flash with ambitious hunger. His grin only grows wider. {…you know out of all the villains we met in the other worlds- you truly were one of my favorites, Aneirin~!} The mad magician purrs. {That sounds like a truly magnificent plan~!} He turns his hungry eyes back towards Alt. 

The glitch trembles with a quick buzz of static and glitches and then tries to bolt to his feet. But, Magnificent is faster, lashing out some of his strings and catching Alt by the foot, making him fall on his face towards the ground. He cackles madly, “Now now kitten! You can’t leave just yet! The fun is just getting started~!”

Aneirin grins as well. He walks over to Alt and crouches down by him. "Come now, Alt. We've reached an agreement and we're willing to get you in on this." The green of his eyes seems to glow as he pushes Aodhan's enchantment power into Alt's mind--mostly making way for Magnificent, since he's sure the magician has more experience in this particular matter. "You may not remember this, but we're here to help you. And your brother as well." 

Alt shakes, fearful tears in his eyes as he tries to back away from the King and Mag. "P-Please I... I don't-" Then, he feels his mind go foggy and he feels himself relax just slightly. His eyebrows knit together in confusion, "...you're... here to... help us...?" He shakes his head and tries to build up magic to try to glitch again, " B-But... the Phantoms they-!" 

Then, Alt's attention is drawn towards the bright spiral of magic building up behind the King, swirling with green and purple. His eyes flash purple again. The fight quickly starts to leave his body. 

Magnificent chuckles, his voice echoing as he increases his influence over Alt's mind. Even if it's missing things... he knows this mind and its weaknesses. "The Phantom Masks lie, Alt. After all... where are they now, hm? They left you here... alone... what kind of friends do that...?" 

Alt's eyes slowly start to glaze over and fill with magic. "...the...phantom masks... lie..." He falls easier than ever, his mind missing his usual safeguards. This is almost too easy~!

"Exactly," Aneirin says, backing up Magnificent's words. "It's not hard to put up a front for the short time you spent with them. Did they tell you why they wear those masks? It's to scare people. The citizens of Glasúil have heard rumors of those frightening specters. Ask anyone about it and they'll tell you the same. The Phantoms spoke of an honorable cause, didn't they? And yet they spread chaos in their wake. Their rebellion destabilizes the kingdom. A kingdom which is doing well without them. A kingdom that is strong without them. And they know what they're doing. Why else would they lie about their intentions to you?"

Alt slumps more and nods hollowly. The Phantoms… they’re bringing rebellion to a kingdom that was fine… they’re putting innocents at risk. That makes his blood boil. But he looks between the King and Mag with a lost look in his eyes, “…what… do I… do then…? I… was gonna… protect people… protect my brother… my friends…”

Aneirin grins. "You help me and Magnificent track down those dangerous rebels. Eliminate them once we've found them. You can protect people by defending the kingdom that way." He pauses. "Of course, we'll find your brother first. And then we'll go after them."

Alt’s eyes glow green at the commands, whispering to himself. “Eliminate… the rebels…” Then the green flickers and he winces, something trying to fight in his quickly emptying head. He groans, almost looking like he might break out of trance. “N…no m’friends…!” 

Magnificent tsks and increases the strength of his hypnotism. He kneels down by Alt, taking him by the chin to force him to look at only the spiral. “You will serve the King, Alt. You are now a noble knight, protecting the kingdom for a good cause. But protecting the King and his trusted allies is your number one goal… the second is finding a way to eliminate any rebel who stands in your way. Anything else left in that empty head of yours is irrelevant. Forget… and focus only on protecting your King. And obeying any command he or I gives you. Do you understand?” 

Alt’s mouth falls slack as the suggestions take hold, his eyes filling with magic again with little resistance. Finally, he breathes out, “Yes mu Ríthe…” Mag blinks a bit in surprise- trying to remember what that meant. Then it clicks, My Kings. He giggles, turning to grin at Aneirin, “Oh I love when they add unexpected things like that! Always such a ego boost~” He laughs and then looks back at Alt,“Very good kitten… now… drift. And let all these commands sink into you and mold you into the knight we need… sleep.., and awaken a loyal knight of Glasúil~!” He snaps and Alt’s eyes roll back as he crumples to the ground. Magnificent teleports to his feet and wipes himself off.

Magnificent teleports to his feet and wipes himself off. He looks at Aneirin cheekily and grins, “Shouldn’t take too long for that to sink in.“ 

Aneirin watches this all with fascination. He wonders if there's some techniques he could adopt. But maybe not. After all, this otherworldly magic is so different from the enchantment in this realm. Magnificent will make a fine ally. If he can handle being just a partner and not the sole contributor. Which... the judge is still out on that. 

Still, he smiles when Magnificent grins at him. "You're quite good at this," he says. 

Magnificent smiles smugly, like a cat trying to strut. “It’s my specialty, Aneirin, darling! Hypnosis and controlling the mind are my bread and butter. You have to know when their minds are empty enough… then you can mold it into whatever you want~!” He chuckles sinisterly. 

"So I suppose we wait. And then... well, I wasn't kidding about finding the other one. His... brother. Those powers would also be helpful.”

At the mention of Bro, Mag nods. “…from what I can remember… whatever I did to the TRVLR affected both of them… their other useless friends seemed unaffected. They shouldn’t cause us much trouble before we find him…” 

"So... there are others with them, then," the King mutters. "Let me guess. Jackie, Jameson, and Henrik. Those seem to make up the rest of this little group. I wonder if that's a pattern across worlds. Five, with one separate."

Magnificent nods with a smirk. “Correct. Those 5 plus some antagonist… isn’t always the same person, either. But, they’re all connected across the universes I’ve seen. An Anti… like Alt. And you. A-“ He winces and gestures at himself. “A Marvin. A Henrik. A Chase. A Jameson. And A Jackie. Always intertwined…”

“Hm… I remember having difficulty with your Chase’s mind before, but if he's similarly afflicted, that would help. I could sense that one's mind if we get close enough, but there's no telling where he went." 

Mag growls. “yes… he’s a difficult one. His head is hard to keep under… hard to mold. But… having Alt already under our thrall will help… if he can’t remember anything… I’m sure their annoying sibling bond is still very much intact. We can use that…” 

Aneirin winces, almost unnoticably. Yes, that annoying sibling bond. How useless. But useful for others. The King pauses, looking at Alt while he lies on the ground. "Hmm... something slightly off with those clothes. Can't quite put my finger on it. He'll need new ones, anyway." As he stares, he notices something else. "Is that... a bracelet with words? I don't recognize the symbols. It's not your alphabet, is it?"

Mag blinks and looks down at Alt. He kneels down again and picks up Alt’s limp wrist, studying the bracelet. Then he grins. “Oh ho… he’s learning so many new tricks~!” He glances at the King and then gestures to the bracelet. “It’s runes…  one of our ancient alphabets of magic. Gaelic, I believe. But, I studied these as a novice too. It’s a tracking bracelet… it will lead its wearer towards others with similar energies.” He grins then, eyes glowing as he touches the stone, watching as it lights up with magic. “…which is how… we can find that poor lost do-gooder~!”

The King stays quiet as Magnificent talks, listening to what he knows. He leans closer, getting a better look at the bracelet. His eyes light up--metaphorically--as the stone starts to glow. "Ooo, a very useful talisman. We have similar ones here, though the, ah, 'roonz' are replaced by plain letters or abstract symbols." He straightens again. "But back to the matter at hand. The others. Even if they are useless, they will probably try to find their friends. We should expect that.”

Mag looks back at the King and scowls before shrugging, “Of course but… I wouldn’t worry too much about the ones from my world. Two of them have been my puppets and are easily controlled. Henrik’s magic is primitive and weak. The other two are powerless. Jackie can fight but- he doesn’t usually pose much of a threat.” He looks down at Alt and nudges his face with his shoe. “…we just need to keep a tight hold on our new knights… and they’ll be putty in our hands.” 

At the touch, Alt’s eyelids flutter and he blinks slowly as his eyes focus. Then, he registers who’s in front of him and in a quick glitch, he’s kneeling on one knee and bowing towards Mag and the King. “M-Mu Ríthe!“ 

Mag blinks in surprise and then giggles, “Oh… I could get used to this~!”

Aneirin flashes a smile at Mag. "It is quite... what was the word you used? An 'ego-boost.'" Magnificent returns the grin with a chuckle. 

The King turns back to Alt. "Good to see you awake again, á klaíoh. Are you ready to serve? Because we have someone to find and we wish to go soon."

Alt doesn’t lift his head as he addresses his king, “Of course, mu Ríth. I’m ready whenever you have need of me.” 

"Excellent. Then stand." The King makes a 'rise' gesture. "We will get you a proper uniform and then start our search." 

Alt rises to attention and nods, “Yes, mu Ríth.” 

The King glances at the warriors still nearby. {No need to remember this,} he tells them. And now, as soon as the group leaves the courtyard, the warriors will forget this even happened.

Magnificent takes this time to get back into his clothes from his last visit as well, taking time to smooth down the fabric. He grins madly, “Well… this is gonna be a whole lot of fun~!” 

"It certainly is." Aneirin matches Magnificent's grin with a more subdued--but no less mad--version of his own. "Now let's be quick. I assume the tracking bracelet's glow means the other one is nearby."

Magnificent nods and then looks at Alt. “Alt, is there a seeking word for your talisman? If so, use it now.” 

Alt’s eyes pulse green and then he touches the stone on his bracelet and speaks “Loonu” The bracelet pulses too and then wisps of green-blue magic start to appear in the air, popping up like a path towards the nearest matching energy. 

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Bro’s fall into Glasúil was anything but pleasant. Everything is a confusing, painful blur of fuzzy images and broken glass. It feels like it’s rearranging everything in his head. As he crashes to the ground, his body glitches and contorts, eyes wide and glitching with purple as he’s rewritten by the corrupted magic in his veins. He vaguely remembers gasping and yelling. But, soon enough that starts to fade away into the fog. 

But- he vaguely remembers he’s… looking… looking for people. For someone… they’re… important. That’s the only solid thought in his head as he lifts his head up from the coarse wet sand sticking to him. His dull eyes try to take in the sights around him, weakly pushing himself up. “Where… am I…?” 

He's on the shore of a large body of water. There's a distant shore barely in sight, but judging by the curve of this shore he's on an island. To his back, it's crowded with wood and stone buildings. Surrounding him is sand and reeds that vary in size from knee-height to waist-height. Extending onto the water are wooden walkways and floating buildings. Farther, close enough that he can see it clearly but still a bit of a walk away, there is a wooden dock with some attached wooden buildings. A cobblestone roads leads from it off into the surrounding fields. There are... people over by the dock and buildings. He can see them, the distance making them small enough to hide behind his hand. 

Bro takes in all the information around him with a bit of panic. He looks down at his clothes and they feel… off. Why? What was happening? Where he is? Why can’t.., why can’t be remember anything?! He chokes down a panicked breath and tries to breathe, just… gather your thoughts Chase… what do you know? 

…he’s in the land of Glasúil… and considering he’s near a lake… is he near Suilthair…? He… can’t remember if he’s been before… And he knows… his brother. Alt. Anti… the one he’s always out to protect. And last he remembers… was his little brother screaming in pain. 

With this in mind, he staggers up to his feet and makes his way towards the nearest cluster of people. Maybe they’ve seen him! And… and his friends. Yeah… he also needs to find them. The… the Masked Phantoms. He must look like a crusty mess but still he trudges over, occasionally pausing to groan in slight pain as an intense headache attacks his head. But he can push it off. He’s… Bro Fantastic he’s a… a super hero …he’s a warrior. He can handle anything thrown at him. 

As he nears the docks he calls out towards them, “Hwaet!!” He then waves his arm to get their attention as he continues closer. 

The people near the docks are scattered into disparate groups. Some of them turn when he calls out, some of them don't. Everyone is dressed differently, and everyone has bags or boxes of some sort with them. Ah. They're all waiting. Probably to board a boat of some kind, judging by the docks. There are also a pair of warriors leaning by the doorway. They look relaxed, chatting with each other, expressions calm. The nearest group is made of an older man and three younger people who all look alike enough to be related. Two of these group--a young woman and one who looks pretty androgynous--walk over to him. 

"Aan bhfuil tu kear leori?" the woman asks. Something that Bro instinctively knows means "Are you alright?" 

"Did you fall in the lake?" her companion adds. 

Bro meets the others and attempts to smile, “Ah… dia duhui…” He greets. He brushes off some of the sand and shakes it out of his hair. “Nearly… lucky I didn’t fall in head first…” He then looks at the two in front of him and tries to find his focus. “oh but um… I’m looking for someone… my brother. He looks like me but- a lot shorter! And he has some green in his eyes- and… he- oh! He has a white cat mask on- with like… stripes on it. Have… you seen anyone like that?”

"A white animal mask?" the woman repeats. "Like those destructive spirits?" 

The other person rolls their eyes. "Those spirits aren't real, Lila." 

"I don't understand how you can still say that!" The woman--Lila--repeats. "After what we heard in the Leonbhar claim?" 

"They're probably just people causing chaos." 

Lila sighs and turns back to Chase. "Don't listen to Senan, they don't know what they're talking about. But no, we haven't seen anyone like that. Maybe he took the earlier ferry?"

Bro blinks in confusion, “Destructive spirits…?” He asks quietly. “…is that how you all… think about the phantoms?” 

"Phantoms...?" Senan repeats, confused. 

Bro knits his eyebrows together, trying to sort through his thoughts. Could the phantoms really be causing that much trouble…? 

Bu he’s shook out of his thoughts by Lila’s second question. He tries to smile, “maybe… but I don’t think he’d tried to leave the island without finding me first… guess I gotta… just keep looking around!” 

Senan shrugs off their confusion. "Yes, of course, I'm sure you'll find him. Maybe you can ask some of the local warriors. They keep an eye on things around here, maybe one of them saw your brother."

Chase glances at the warriors and gets an uneasy feeling. Guards… probably aren’t the safest thing for him to go towards right now. Even if… he’s missing his mask. He nods his head and smiles politely, “yeah! Of course- well, thank you for your help!” He waves to them and then starts heading further away from that beach. 

Lila frowns, confused, but she and Senan wave goodbye anyway. 

As Chase heads away from the beach and further into the city, it seems like avoiding guards is going to be harder to do than he thought. He can't go two minutes without seeing them, usually in pairs or trios, walking along the streets. Patrolling. The people don't react to them, merely going around them as if this is completely normal. Or... they don't usually react. 

Chase watches the guards warily- as if he’s expected to be recognized. But… huh. Guess he’s managing to somewhat fit in. Where could Alt be…? And the others…? Bro glances at the bracelet on his wrist and perks up, going to study it. Oh… but- fuck! He forgot the word he’s supposed to use… man. If only he could fly-

As Chase pauses to look at the bracelet, another pair of warriors turn the corner. These ones wear helmets. And this time, the cityfolk glance at them uneasily, seeming to speed up their business by just a bit.

Chase notices and feels the change in atmosphere and notices the helmeted guards. Those… seem like very bad news. He glances around quickly to see if he can hide anywhere- he’s just hoping he’s fast-! But as he thinks this, his body seems to react and in a blink- he’s zipped into the spaces between two buildings. He blinks slowly then looks at the lingering energy pulsing in his veins. “Cadé aan… sailile…?”

He doesn't have too long to dwell on it, though. The helmeted warriors continue down the street, glancing into every alleyway as they go.

Bro gasps and stumbles back as he hears the clanging of their weapons and chain mail, trying to see if he can find a way to blend into the shadows.

They pass by the alleyway. One of them glances inside and starts to walk past, but then stops. They nudge their companion, who turns and looks. They nod. "You there!" they call, obviously spotting Chase. "Identify yourself."

Chase stiffens and then swallows thickly, “Um… Chase son of… Kieran-“ He then seems to stiffen slightly as his eyes just slightly flicker with purple. “I mean uh… son of b…Brody, sir.” 

The warrior nods again. "The King has business with you," they say. "Come with us."

Chase’s stomach drops, “T-The King?!” He starts to back up more, panicking. “w-what does he want with me?! I- I’m no one special!”

"We do not ask questions of His Majesty," the other guard says. "And a summons is not a request. If you do not comply we will use force."

Chase might not know much right now… but he knows for sure he does not want to be brought to the King. Every muscle in his body screams this. He glances briefly as the bright blue still pulsing weakly in his veins. …he doesn’t understand what magic this is… but desperate times! Relying on instinct, Chase lashes out a hand, points a finger at the guards- and a volt of blue lighting zaps out of his finger. He takes a moment to look at this in surprise- but then he quickly scrambles backwards and starts to book it down the alley.

One of the warriors gets hit by the lightning and knocks back into the other one. They tumble to the ground but they're up again quickly, running after Chase, shouting at him to stop. 

When Chase bursts out of the alley he's in the next street over. People turn and stare at him as he rushes past, jumping out of his way when they see who's pursuing him. There are also two non-helmeted warriors on this street. They look very surprised, almost too stunned to move even when one of the helmeted ones shouts at them to help. Not that the helmeted warriors need the help. They're gaining quickly. 

Chase is cursing over and over in his head. Fucking Alt! Where is he?! Where are the others?! Why is he being chased when he can’t remember shit?! He serpentines through people and things on the street- trying to get as much distance as he can between himself and the warriors. The warriors are fast… but he feels pretty fast too.

And fast he is. As the chase continues, he slowly pulls ahead, zigzagging through the streets at random. Getting deeper and deeper into the city. People keep jumping out of the way but they literally cannot move fast enough. Thank god that he's very good at dodging around them. A stone wall grows closer, palace towers looming higher.

Part of him wonders how he got so good at running and dodging. The other part of him assumes it’s from being with the Phantoms. They had to do this regularly, huh? …well- s’not like he can remember anyways. 

Chase zips down another corner and then blinks in surprise as he sees… a blue green wisp of magic. …that seems very familiar. Before he can chase that thought, something suddenly appears in front of him like a fuzzy bolt of green lightning. And a seax is held at his throat, two burning green eyes glaring at him. 

The two Brody brothers stare at each other for a second before Alt starts to lower the blade. “Chase…?” 

Chase looks relieved for a second, “Alt!” Then he stiffens and is about to grab Alt to run again when he pauses and takes in his little brother properly. “…what in Elders name are you wearing?!” 

Alt straightens, showing that he’s now dressed in a long black tunic, the king’s crest stark on his chest. His phantom mask isn’t anywhere on him. It feels… strange to see him without a mask. Didn’t he always have one? “Chase-“ Alt says softly, holding up a hand as he sheathes the seax. “just… try to breathe. I know you must be feeling confused right now…” 

“Hells yeah I’m confused!” Bro shouts, “Why are you dressed like you’re a Kings’ warrior?!” 

The helmeted warriors behind him skid to a halt, suddenly seeming unsure. And then they both stiffen and bow their heads... as a man in a green cloak and golden circlet rounds the corner of the street. "Ah." His green eyes light up and there's a flash of a smile before his expression falls again. "Just barely out of range. Of course," he whispers, just low enough for himself and Mag. Then he raises his voice to a more audible volume. "Hello, Chase. Good to see you again, it's been a while. Have you forgotten as much as your brother? You must have... otherwise this wouldn't have been a surprise."

Chase startles as he turns to see the King walking up to him… and Magnificent. “What… what is happening…?” He whispers with wide eyes. 

Magnificent chuckles and smirks at Bro, “Well Mr. Brody… it’s so rare to see you get cornered, isn’t it?” 

Chase fumbles for anything to say. “What… what did you do to Alt?” He finally growls out, blue light shimmering in his eyes. 

“Chase please just- let us explain!” Alt tries to say, grabbing onto his arm. 

But Chase rips himself away and stumbles back. “no! You’re… you’re betraying our friends Alt! The- the Phantoms-“ 

“The Phantoms are the problem, Chase!” Alt snaps, “The King and Magnificent want to help us… they helped me remember- they can help you too!” 

Mag rolls his eyes and sticks out his tongue at the King to show his disgust. Then he sighs dramatically and snaps his fingers, “Enough of the drama- Alt, secure your brother in place, won’t you?”

Alt stiffens, his eyes flashing green. Then he grabs both of Bro’s arms and yanks them hard behind his back and holds them. “Yes, my Liege.” 

Bro cries out and tries to fight his way out of Alt’s grip. “N-No! Alt stop it!” He glares at Mag and the King, baring his teeth. “W-Whatever you’re planning…! O-Our friends will find us- they’ll stop you! Both of you!”

Magnificent giggles and strides over to Bro with a shit-eating grin. “Ain’t that sweet… such a pity though, seeing as you can’t even remember them properly~!” He then snaps and magic blooms behind him and the King, “And we’re gonna keep it that way.” 

The King smirks. "Don't worry, Chase. It won't take long for you to realize your mistakes. We won't hold it against you." He reaches out mentally, clearing the way for Mag. "It's possible to get swept up in a so-called righteous cause. But let us show you the truth now. The truth of where your loyalties should truly lie."

Chase struggles and tries to fight, but his brain is already so scrambled from the memory loss. The King can feel a bit of resistance in Chase’s mind… like an injury messed with the pathways that are usually easier to navigate. But, soon enough the magic fills up his eyes and he slumps slightly, looking up at the King and Mag in a daze. “Where my… loyalties… lie…” he whispers, Mag’s magic digging into his rewritten, open mind. 

Magnificent laughs, this does feel easier than it usually does! Maybe it’ll actually stick… but if it doesn’t. He has a plan. “Yes Chase… the Phantoms have lied to you. You’ve heard it recently haven’t you? They cause nothing but chaos and destruction. A hero like you… a warrior like you… would never align himself with such people, right? You pride yourself in protecting the innocent.” Mag tries not to let his disgust show at saying that. “The kingdom protects far better than the Phantoms ever could… you’ve been deceived, Chase.” 

The magic flickers in Chase’s eyes before growing brighter as his expression gets blanker. He tries to shake his head but… the logic seems so sound. …how was he so blind to it all…? Has he been protecting the wrong people…?

“Yes, Chase, you were on the wrong side,” the King says, reinforcing this way of thinking as Magnificent’s magic sinks in. “But you can make up for it now. Just like your brother. The two of you can help save the kingdom from these threats… if you only remember where you’re supposed to be. By my side, and Magnificent’s. Being the loyal warrior you were always meant to become.”

Green light swells to consume the color in Chase’s eyes as he numbly nods. “…a loyal warrior…” He breathes. 

Magnificent grins, triumphant. Now- to properly mold him~! “Very good Chase… now. You don’t need to remember anything else but your loyalty to the crown. The Masked Phantoms and any other rebels are your enemies. They must be eliminated. You exist to serve the King, a loyal knight. Just like your brother.” 

Chase slumps more, the magic getting brighter. But, then it flickers slightly as his face scrunches up- trying to fight. 

Magnificent growls and goes to grab Chase’s chin, pressing his face close as magic swirls in his eyes. “And… know this, Chase Brody. I know your tendency to rebel… but if you try- if you don’t obey the commands I or the King give you… your baby brother will suffer. I will hurt him. And you don’t want that… right?” 

Chase stiffens and lets out a hurried, breathy, “N-No!” 

The magic increases its pressure- so much so that Bro’s head lolls back limply as Magnificent laughs, “Good answer… then let this all sink in, knight. Be molded into the perfect warrior of Glasúil. And when you awaken, you will know your purpose and be ready to serve. Understand?” 

“Y-Yes… my liege.” 

Magnificent grins wide and then snaps, and Chase slumps completely, falling forward with his head hung. Alt drops him stoically, as if he doesn’t care or even recognize him. 

Magnificent purrs at the sight, “Mmmm… hopefully that sticks. This one is always tricky to keep down… so ironic, considering his brother is my best puppet~!” 

“It’s always strange with families,” Aneirin agrees. “It’s never clear what gifts will pass to who.” He pauses for a moment, looking around to make sure no one saw what just happened. No, this is a thankfully empty part of the city. The warriors who were chasing Chase are still nearby, but he easily dismisses them, wiping the encounter from their minds. “For example, take my oracle. Did I tell you about him last time? I can’t recall. But I used to… employ an oracle, before he ran off with the rebels. No one in that family had the sight before, and yet there he was. Not to mention the way powers fade in bloodlines before suddenly returning.” He sighs just remembering the wait for another enchanter Royal. “In any case, clever thinking there. Now… now we can hunt those rebels down.” His eyes flash with anger. “I was planning on going soon. Some were in this city recently and I believe I know which way they went. Best to move quick before they get too far, I thought.”

Magnificent nods, “Magic always works in strange ways.” He comments. Then, his eyes flash hungrily and he grins. “An excellent idea… having these two to tear the rebels down~! Oh it’ll be such a beautiful sight to see! So much betrayal and drama!” He giggles. 

Aneirin smiles. “It truly will be a sight, won’t it?” Though he does not look forward to the drama in the way Magnificent does, he can’t pretend it won’t be satisfying. 

Mag then gestures for Alt to come over. He grabs the glitch’s wrist and green lines cover over his purple marks. He nods- now he had a way to make sure they kept Bro on a short leash. He then whistles and snaps, looking back at Chase. “Rise and shine, Brody! We got rebels to find~!” 

Chase groggily groans for a second, his eyelids fluttering. But then he stiffens, his eyes flashing green. Then he pulls himself up and bends over at the middle, arm pressed to his stomach to bow to the King and Mag. “Yes, my lords.” He looks up with determination and fire in his eyes. 

Alt shakes out of his light trance and smiles a bit with determination too, the air sparking with his magic. 

As Chase and Alt shake out of their trances, the King turns to them. “Prepare for travel, á klaíohe. Once you are armed and ready we will leave the city.” 

Chase nods and bows properly to the King, “Of course, mu Ríth.” 

The King turns back to Magnificent. “It’s early in the day so we can take advantage of the daylight to travel far. I’ll gather some of my special forces as well—” Then he suddenly winces. “Damn, I almost forgot I need to appoint a regent. How I wish my range of influence was greater. Ah, I’ll just leave it to Thalia. That will help secure more loyalty.” He nods, satisfied. “We will be able to leave quickly.”

Magnificent grins, “Ah excellent… I can’t wait to see the look on my puppets’ faces~!” Then he processes and tilts his head at the King, “Ah your telepathy is limited… interesting. I definitely need to be close but- once a link is made I have pretty good control. Then again- I don’t let them travel farther than our city so…” He shrugs. “We’ll see! But- sounds like we have a lot of preparations to make!” 

"It covers the city, but yes, we will be going too far for it to stay," Aneirin clarifies. Then he smiles. "Yes, there are some preparation, but we will be going soon." He turns around. "Follow me. We reconvene at the castle and then head out." 

He can't wait to smother those rebellious spirits once and for all. They know the truth about him. 

Word cannot spread.

[zackfairscumslut]

Hello there! May I request matchup for Final Fantasy VII Remake/Rebirth? It's really up to you if you'll pair me with male or female character and I would also like to include reasoning dynamics, headcanons, photos, and music, thank you so much!

𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘀: Transmasc (AFAB-Assigned Female at Birth) Genderfluid, Biromantic and Pansexual; He/They

𝗔𝗴𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗔𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲: 22 years old, around 5'3", Southeast Asian (Filipino) with Spanish ancestry. Chubby with Messy Medium brunette hair with grayish tips [mistakenly thought to be dyed], Chocolate brown eyes, and a Small beauty mark on my forehead.

𝗦𝘁𝘆𝗹𝗲: Feminine Tomboy, Soft Punk/Rocker Chic, Casual Chic, Modernist Chic, and Rustic fashion style (like Malia Tate)

𝗠𝗕𝗧𝗜, 𝗘𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺 & 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁: ENTP-T, 4w5, Neutral Good

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𝗡𝗲𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀: Complex, Sarcastic, Driven, Wary, Reluctant, Loud, Outspoken, Keen, Sensitive, Chatty, Traditionalist, Feisty, Clumsy, Humorous, Stubborn, Hopeless romantic, and Dogmatic

𝗡𝗲𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀: Volatile, Flighty, Inconsistent, Aloof or Dependent (depending on the mood), Potty-mouthed, Gullible, [a bit] Manipulative, Exasperating, [can be] Possessive [but needs your own space], Restless, Tenacious, Indecisive, Overly dramatic, Moody, Blunt, and Condemning

𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀: Arts, Literature, Creative writing, History, Old cathedrals, Catholic theology, Catechism, Saints, Choir, Amateur-fact reading, Social commentary, Beauty pageants, Makeup, Cute minimalistic items, Eating, Night sky, Astronomical events, Galaxy color palette, Karaoke, ASMR, Rock bands, 2000s-2010s music, Kpop, Cartoons, Memes, and Chilling both Indoors and Outdoors

𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀: Stereotyping (I hate it when I labeled as sunshiny girly girl), Forced obligation, Being left out, Interrupted plans, Emotional invalidation, Apathy, Judgemental people, Hypocrites, Pressuring, No privacy, Forcing to do I'm against with, Gaslighting, Telenovelas, Dirty bathrooms, blackout, Lightning, Firecrackers, Toads, Snakes, Cockroaches, Bees, Toxic Masculinity, Misogyny, Fake woke, Nitpicking, Trash talkers, Extremists, Crab Mentality, and Overly girly things

𝗛𝗼𝗯𝗯𝗶𝗲𝘀: Drawing, Conceptualizing original characters, Writing, Reading random subjects (except math), Singing, Dancing [when nobody's around (I'm very bad at it)], Walking like a so-so called model (if I ever feel so confident), Sharing nerdy or opinionated thoughts, Sleeping, Listening to music, Chatting in social media, Watching videos on YouTube (mostly ASMR and color coded lyrics or audio), Watching cartoons, Creating clay charms, Making terrible jokes/puns, and Cooking

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀: Drawing, Sketching, Painting, Modeling clay crafting, Hand lettering, Scrapbooking, Creative writing, Essay writing, Singing, Playing flute recorder, Doing makeup, Acting, and Public speaking

𝗠𝘆 𝗙𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗡𝗼𝗻-𝗞𝗽𝗼𝗽 𝗔𝗿𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀:

My Chemical Romance

Evanescence

Avril Lavigne

𝗠𝘆 𝗙𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗞𝗽𝗼𝗽 𝗔𝗿𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀 + 𝗕𝗶𝗮𝘀𝗲𝘀: (I'm really late in that fandom lol)

ATEEZ (Biases: Mingi, Hongjoong, Wooyoung, and Yeosang)

Seventeen (Biases: Woozi, Joshua, Jeonghan, Wonwoo, Jun, and Dino)

ENHYPEN (Biases: Ni-Ki, Heeseung, and Jay)

TXT (Biases: Yeonjun and Taehyun)

ZEROBASEONE (Biased: Ricky, Jiwoong, and Zhang Hao)

𝗙𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀:

I was diagnosed with mild ADHD when I was a child

Once a Computer Science major shifted to Secondary Education major in English

Used to be a member of Campus Ministry, and served as a lector, a psalmist, and a choir member of my school at the same time for three years from 9th grade to 12th grade.

I’m part of the Education and Hotel Restaurant Management college department choral group who won our school’s chorale competition last December

Currently one of the overall top students in college department of my school (ranked 23 out of 100+ college students)

P.S.: I wait and lurk around Tumblr to see if there are any active Final Fantasy matchups, so thank you so much for making one and have a great day/night ahead! 💖

Matchup for @aeriscallanga <3

Thank you sm for requesting!

💌𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒔..

Aerith/Aeris Gainsborough!

I Know You

Faye Webster ♥︎

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ˏˋ➷Starting Off Simple With my Initial Reasons

This might have very well been expected, so I apologize.

<3

⋆ — First, I would like to say that Aerith would greatly appreciate your childlike and adventurous nature, as it matches well with hers. Having her person, who's down to have fun (together, specifically) is definitely something that means a lot to her.

✰ — Her empathy and capability to read others and understand would also be of value to you, I think. She'd never make you feel as though the way you're feeling and/or thinking is wrong in any way. If she didn't understand, she'd try damn hard to. She' never judges nor purposefully makes you feel less than. "You know.. I like that you aren't afraid of the way you feel."

✰ — Following that same idea, she'd give you the freedom to express yourself however need be. Whether it's a suit and tie or a leather top, you're you. And that's all Aerith cares about. Pink and frills kept all to herself. She'd never try and force anything onto you unless it was something you explicitly wanted. "Gender isn't worn on the outside, silly. It's what you got in here." With a little tap to your chest.

⋆ — Along with that, your moody and blunt tendencies, while contrasting with Aerith, wouldn't be much of a problem in her eyes. She really just enjoys having somebody around who wants to be with her as much as she does them. Even if their mood varies. She'd come prepared. Any and all time spent in the others company is good and valuable. Infact, I'd say she'd enjoy not having to guess what you mean.

⋆ — To be met with the same warmth and nurturing hands she provides to everyone else will be a breath of fresh air. Your equal support of one another is something you'd each cherish. Especially Aerith. To her, it had been a rarity her whole life to be included. To be supported. Whether or not you share the same sentiment, you also hate being left out. The two of you would make an excellent pairing for the very reason of never letting the other feel alone.

⋆ — Ah, but one good thing about Aerith is she won't push it too hard. If space is what you need, it's what she's got. Privacy and alone time aren't a price of love, and she knows that well.

✰ — Your creative passions are definitely things she's intrigued by. As evident in Rebirth, Aerith, too, has a knack for singing and taking the stage herself. I could imagine the two of you bonding over these shared interests and talents together. (More on this later..)

⋆ — Aerith's church! The scenic aspect of it, along with the familiarity of a religious environment would appeal to you. Also, the lack of nature in Midgar. Both the church and her house would be two of your favorite places. (More on this later..)

ˏˋ➷Dynamic of the Duo

I Will Be

Avril Lavigne ♥︎

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0:36 ━━●━━───── 4:00

<3

🩷: Your similarities make for some good times. Seeing eye to eye is a good thing! She gets you, you get her. Between Aerith's sass and your feist, some pretty eventful stuff is bound to happen.

🩷: Aerith loves your stupid jokes. It's the little things, is it not? Teasing and giggling with each other are some of the highlights of hangouts.

🩷: You're equally as enthusiastic and eager, which leads to very fulfilling dates. And, while going out is certainly on the agenda, neither of you mind kicking it back every once in awhile to invest in some cartoons.

🩷: Being childish does not mean being stupid. Another thing the two of you share is intelligence. Some deep conversations are to come from this, with both of you walking away in comfortable agreement.

🩷: When it gets rough and unstable, Aerith's your rock. Just a glimpse of that smile makes it feel like all the pieces fit together, even if they don't. She stands grounded and constant when you aren't, and that's comforting.

🩷: Being each other's certified hype people! Raising your significant other up is a key point in this relationship. Aerith is your girl, and you're her partner. Some things just come with the package, and unwavering support is all over this one. It's all high-fives and "woohoo!"s.

🩷: Loving what's unique. She'd be so giddy to play with your hair. Forehead kisses, also. "Physical proof of just how cute you are!" Her eyes never fail to catch you in a trance. So deep, and full of life. All of your features are her favorite ones. She gushes all day non-stop about her awesome partner.

🩷: As for taking charge, I say it's shared amongst you guys. Both of you are outspoken and bold people. It just depends on the day, and who gets to it first.

ˏˋ➷Time Spent Together

Hate to See Your Heart Break

Paramore ♥︎

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<3

💭:Lots of passion.

💭:She'd definitely model for you! Quite a few of your canvases are spent on her.

💭:You'd be the one to show her a pretty sky. Quell that fear.

💭: Karaoke nights are often. From sweet 'n savory duets up in her room to bars/spots you find around town. You find she looks stunning under the cheap lighting.

💭:Academic pursuits. You see her face in every crowd, feel her embrace after every speech.

💭:Shared scrapbook. Preserved versions of everytime you finally had your other half.

💭:You aren't getting out of flower deliveries. A helping hand (or two) certainly won't hurt. And she requires your input, of course.

💭:The church is that perfect mix of indoor/outdoor. Pretty flowers that smell like her. Sophisticated, yet aged and deteriorated structure your eyes can appreciate. Right up your alley.

💭:Her house is cozy and perfect for late nights in. A little chunk of heaven that belongs to her, that she lets you into.

💭:Like the modeling, she doesn't mind getting her makeup done, either. You make her feel especially pretty when she's all done up. You get to have fun, and see the confident sparkle in her eye when it's done.

💭:Carefree and awkward dancing between the two of you and the stars. Her hands here, your feet there.. it's uncoordinated and perfect.

💜: Your hair rests under her curious fingertips, tousled and bronzed. ❝It's so..❞ You suck in a breath, shoulders going slump with disappointed expectation. ❝..pretty.❞ Oh. Hah. Nice.

ˏˋ➷Some Photos<3

Thank you for your submission! This is my first time, so apologies if it isn't the greatest.

[morningmask27]

Berryheart X Curlfeather. I love middle aged toxic yuri <33

Pebblepaw(skip, if they get a full name), the most victimised kid in the clans;

Berryheart and Curlfeather were Not seeing each other for relationship reasons, they were both AGAINST the code changes. Berry and Curl were both mothers already, Curl having kits for the political stuff they were up to, both had mates, both were loyal to their clan, but seeing each other a few too many times made them kinda like each other.

Curlfeather took it slightly better than Berryheart, who REFUSED to admit to any feelings and they just kept plotting together but Berry became massively more unstable and hostile. There were still feelings tho and Curl was always able to push Berry's buttons in ways to make Berry not dangerous to her.

Somehow, eventually, Curlfeather was expecting. Jayclaw's death was a bit too long ago, but she pretended the kit was also Jay's. Frost and co were happy to have a little sibling at first, :D and everyone was a bit emotional to have a postmortem kit of Jay (now Mothwing and Splashtail were both a bit suspish of how late After Jay's death Pebble was born)

Now this happened right in the time between Mistystar's death and Curlfeather's death. and curlfeather still dies in this...

Pebble is tops 3 moons then and it's very painful when they see what's left of their mom.

then ShadowClan shows up in RiverClan. One day Cloverfoot takes a bit closer a look at this small child and sees some similarities to her and her sister and talks to Pebblekit. Now most of RiverClan wasn't very happy with Cloverfoot talking to the kit of RiverClan, but she promised she wouldn't hurt Pebble. She didn't get much info out of them, but their behavior made them think of Berryheart, so she went to speak with her sister and asked Berry about possible interactions with Curlfeather.

Berry snaps immediately and began a long and LOUD tirade against her own sister about how dare she blame her of breaking the code and having a kit with a cat from another clan. It's long and Berry pulls so many guilt trips, drags Buster into it and blames Clover of doing that herself and trying to put the blame on her and it sounds like fucking verbal abuse and cats who heard the screaming were worried.

Sunbeam heard it. She went to check on her mother and heard Berry and Clover "talk" about the kit. Next time she was on duty in RiverClan she went to see if she could interact with the child and uh... yeah... yeah, those white spots were a bit dubious...

this ends up with Sunbeam speaking to Frostpaw once and learning about Jayclaw and other stuff and Sun does some math and sees it's technically not possible and she goes to talk to Berryheart and gets eviscerated for also suggesting Berry, her own mother, had kits with a cat from another clan. She still ahs her stint with Night and leaves to Thunder and then Night goes on his silly adventure with Frost lol.

Now Splashtail is still plotting, and Frost dipped from the healer position and tries to get Moth to take Pebble as an apprentice a bit early and after Berry does some Annoyances he was leveraging her secret kit to make her cooperate. In the end it's Pebblepaw not listening well enough that made Splashtail do a public callout and openly tell everyone Pebble was fucking halfclan and Berryheart as a codebreaker.

at a gathering.

The same gathering Splash openly became leader of RiverClan, the same gathering Berryheart tried to remove Tigerstar from the leadership position, and thus the one Frostpaw saw. Frostpaw and Pebblepaw learned about that parentage issue at the same time and it was BAD.

the rest of ASC is still up in the air, but I assmue Pebblepaw leaves RC too, Frost and Pebble are in an awkward position, but Sunbeam tries to be a good older sister and at least help Pebble and by extention Frostpaw, who is also Nightheart's friend, so obviously.

[bizlybebo]

PLEASE SAY SOMETHING ABOUT CHILDREN BASTARD RAHHHHH! Personally I’m an angst fiend so anything angsty I can get behind, but really anything cool or interesting you think about his character :))

HELLO !!!!!

i think you made a typo and meant to say chip bastard. if not this is entirely going over my head oops

but CHIP BASTARD !!!!! i hate him <3 here’s a jumble of random hcs or just like. thoughts about his story

-he’s SO aromantic/arospec coded. i think it’s because he’s good at falling in love with the idea of a person, but almost gets, like… scared, in a sense, when they love him back. probably because it’s not something he’s used to.

-anyways he probably never had a very strong sense of identity before the riptide pirates. he was only ever (and still is) a kid trying to get away from something; a kid trying to find his dad. he probably pieced himself together out of lies and sharp edges so nobody could get too close. jay and gill found a way anyways.

-i like to think he has those really dark brown eyes that lots of light can reflect out of. it’s perfect for imagining his mischievous lil winks while trying to steal or his eyes full of stars on the deck.

-he fell first. gillion fell harder

-he never knew how to braid hair much, and whenever jay or gill offered to teach him he’d shrug them off and make fun of them. but ollie knew how to braid hair and decided to start showing him, and chip latched onto it very quickly (took him a second because i hc him as having apraxia, but yeah).

-speaking of ollie, i think it’s so cool how you can gradually watch two sides of chip constantly fighting over what to do with him. it’s like watching scales tip. he wants to show ollie the world and take him on cool adventures while also keeping him safe. the moment where the scale tips towards “keeping him safe” is practically visible and i AUUGHH

-while we’re on the topic of brotherly relationships,, reuben… augh. he drives me up the wall because i think that reuben is actually a perfect example of what chip would’ve become without the black rose pirates or the riptide pirates. and it hurts especially because i think reuben actually cared about him a lot. he was a kid with nothing too and he was trying to scrape by in the way that he was taught, that being violence and trickery. i think he mocked chip a lot but i think he still loved him and. ough.

[incase-imake-it]

someone has left something strange at your doorstep...

it's us. we're the eighth wonder system. yes we named our system after lemon demon. autistic rights.

we're a fictive heavy and possibly polyfragmented mixed orgins system of about ~80. mixed origins meaning our system is traumagenic and neurogenic, and about half of our headmates are endogenic.

we're collectively asexual, agender, panromantic, and demiromantic. our collective name is either jay or simon, although we would prefer you just call us by whoever's fronting. our collective pronouns are he/they/it/she (in order of preference). we're bodily a minor too.

our interests include regretevator, pokemon, homestuck, splatoon, tally hall, will wood, lemon demon (duh), femtanyl, machine girl, ENA, gravity falls, adventure time, undertale/deltarune, astronomy, digital art, sprite editing, and scenecore aesthetics.

we have anxiety, depression, autism, adhd, and are suspecting ocd and osdd-1b.

we don't keep a dni, as most people avoid it anyways (flashback to that time i made an agere stimboard that got 10 notes from ab/dl blogs despite my dni banner literally being RIGHT THERE (oh and that radqueer too but thats a whole other story)), but we block extremely fucking freely. we do ask that radqueers GET THE FUCK OUT. GO AWAY. SHOO SHOO I KNOW YOURE STILL READING THIS.

plural code: 🌇 /🖤/🔥/🍀🌵🍃/ 🦢/🎸🎺/⚡⭐ syscourse code: 👍/💛/📘/🔸/🔵/🗯/🗯/🌳/🌥/🥖/🐊/🐌/🦭 (we dont engage in syscourse, we just kinda watch it from afar and munch popcorn, but these are our stances for anyone interested)

we use 'i/me/myself (WILL WOOD REFERENCE 🤯)' and 'we/us/ourselves' interchangeably, depending on the context.

some of us use typing quirks. translations will be provided.

frequent fronters (usually not accurate, our frequent fronters change a lot): simon (he/him), stella (she/her), folly (she/it), cross (they/he), siren (she/it), pongon (he/she), dave (he/they)

(links to more in-depth bios will be here soon!

our other blogs:

@michealsoft-binbows -- main blog, we like and follow from there. @chaotixx-stims -- stimboard blog. on hiatus because no energy @shiveria -- agere blog @bl4ck-rainbows -- stella's blog. she doesnt really use it that much anymore @dezzhoard -- desirae's blog. made right before she went dormant. i think she was a walkin. would be used by us but we are too lazy to do shit @dove-strider-irl -- dove's blog. no idea what she planned to do with it, like desirae she went dormant right after. @justanother-bah-blog -- build a headmate blog

list of all of our fucking headmates here

our simply plural is eighthwonderz-ofthewrld btw... you should totally friend us /nf

uh what do i do now? i guess i just-