#magic out of hand

[a-drifting-mannequin]

Update: Accidentally deleted my entire Magic out of hand part 2

This is gonna take a while...

[palarien]

sketched this out at jury duty actually

[egophiliac]

A guy who just wake up from a coma -> what did i miss?

Pomefiore was the last plot i follow before real life made me forget about our silly boys. How bad has the plot become now for our gang? Also who is that Gojo looking guy?

anon, I am so sorry and I mean this in the best way, but I do think episode 5 is the absolute funniest place to have stopped following Twst because shit starts escalating SO fast after that. episode 6 literally starts with a secret government shadow agency breaking down our doors and kidnapping students. zero to a million instantly.

and like...that's not even the zaniest thing so far? Ortho's hacked into the collective human unconscious. there's time travel (sort of). "Crowley might be Malleus' long-lost father" is a serious theory. if you'd told me any of this back pre-episode 6, I would have asked for the link to this unbelievable but highly intriguing fanfic.

also, episode 7 gave us (and then immediately took away 😔) the best character in the whole story:

[fireflywaterfly]

Magical girls can have a treat, for saving the day 😊🌸

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Completed Draxum's Nightmare Comic!

CW: PTSD, nightmare, anxiety attacks, implied character death, trauma, Mikey's hands do the snap-crackle-pop-glowstick thing

I had a fun time creating this miniseries comic, answering interesting asks about writing Draxum's character and angst ideas, and just seeing people fall to their knees over the angst I fed them.

Thanks for reading! See ya in the next comic!!

Now go get some rest.

[methoughtsphantom]

Jason “my family doesn’t know im alive” Todd and Danny “my family doesn’t know I’m dead” Fenton going alongside each of their plans my beloved. like Danny will absolutely go head-to-head with all of Gotham to support his new best friend on all his crime lord endeavors while he drags Jason to also attend collage with him. They are roommates and there never seems to a mention of family from either side. It’s an unspoken understanding they have. They met because Crime alley as a ghost lair thrummed with so much loneliness, it was at first the perfect place for Danny to hide his ecto signature in. But then he saw the dumbass whose lair it was lean his motorcycle just a tad too much when making a sharp turn to an alley, he sweeped the floor through a lifted chain link that passed his body but not his helmet. Yep that’s right the red thing got stuck. Danny who at the moment happened to be watching through his window snorted. Much to his horror because if not a ghost that dude could’ve gotten his head flung off.

Still, the scene was ridiculous.

On a whim he irrationally sees the police closing in on the guy and panicked at the thought of the guy using intangibility to free himself so Danny phased them both through his apartment wall and left the guy sprawled in his couch. Jason didn’t freak out but that’s normal when one’s got a concussion, one the guy immediately denied having as Danny laid out the medical supplies. The idiot proceeded to almost flatten four steps to the door with his stubbornness. He also said “I’m asexual” in the most deadpan voice as Danny dropped him back in the couch.

Danny sighed. Clearly though, he’d done so too early in the night because the guy kept trying to go, kept trying to knock Danny out, kept trying to slash him with knifes Danny didn’t know he had stashed. He’d only disarmed the guy from his guns. The visible ones apparently, cause at one point the guy did take out a gun and shoot until the ammo ran out and then teetered the thing like it was an art prop and hit his moon lamp.

Danny "yeah you aren’t officially my friend until you’ve tried to kill me" fenton my guys.

Anyways both keep having the same argument over if Danny technically kidnapped Jason or not. Danny holds the fact that the police at least didn’t see the guy make the ridicule. Jason argued that happened cause he was sporting a concussion. Danny argued he got that after.

Jason at first thinks the guy's a meta, but no. Danny introduces himself, sheepily now that he recognizes this is who the lair he invaded is from. He bandages him and tries to cook for him. If Danny didn’t have ice powers he most certainly would’ve burned the apartment. Jason then proceeds to kick him out of his own kitchen and make them both enchiladas. It’s the most normal both had in a while with another person and the air seems oddly settled. From then on, Jason constantly invited himself over, under the pretense that this was his territory and therefore he could drop in unannounced. Danny who has actual powers says he only allows this because Jason cooks very well.

Danny stays away from the crime fighting business unless his buddy is in deep shit he can’t get himself out. Also it’s Danny’s turn to cover for his vigilante friend which Sam and Tucker give him so much shit for. (but also advice)

And they were roommates. (omg) Danny effectively derails Jason’s big comeback plans by casually dropping ghost lore every two days. Like,

Jason, talking about how he doesn’t want Bats snooping on his territory:

Danny: Just don’t let them in

Jason: ??

Danny: yeah!! Hasn’t Batman died and got revived??? You can totally kick out death touched people you don’t want entering on your lair.

Jason: …I can?

Danny: Yep dude, your lair’s supposed to feel safe.

Jason: wait does that mean I can kick you out?

Danny: First this is my apartment. Second, im dead, not dead touched. Third, it’s too late to get rid of me. bitch.

Anyways Jason is super excited. You mean to tell him he can actually deny people over to his territory haunt?? (Yes it’s only to people who have died and came back but still!! The sample size is exactly the type of people he doesn’t want to see—!)

Joker my beloathed can’t step foot in Crime Alley.

(Jason’d feel a lot safer if the clown was dead but the possibility of his murderer turning into a ghost and their little loophole not applying on the clown is too scary to contemplate.)

Anyways, Jason loves experimenting with the power. It can go from simply making people shudder and not want to enter crime Alley to straight up not letting them enter like there’s an invisible wall blocking the way.

Jason because he’s hurt that Bruce never even patrols Crime Alley and also because he’s petty put B under the category of “invisible wall” blacklist. His reasoning is that the man doesn’t even attempt to enter Crime Alley. To him it’s surely just a place shadowed in tragedy. (anyways that’s it’s the place he met Jason)

Ironically, Jason totally forgets that Batman does venture into Crime Alley one day in the whole year. The day he met Jason.

Okay. He didn’t forget at first. The first year Jason remembers cause it was only a few months till then but then the next— Jason forgets that today’s the anniversary of the day’s Bruce’s parents died. He forgets to allow B in when he feels a slight tug and dismiss the feeling that prompts Bruce to investigate because he literally can’t enter Crime Alley. He starts the trialsTM, he scouts on the very edge and sees people the whole day enter and get out and cross with no problem but Bruce can’t.

It’s literally just Bruce.

Time to call Constantine, i guess.

[ariddle-diddle]

WIP, beloved Borgin Boy. Just another boring evening at B&B.

[kizzer55555]

Core Gems

So when a ghost becomes injured, they have a last ditch defense where they retreat into their core. And I mean, injured badly where their body is rip apart to the point they can’t hold a solid form anymore. And they basically go into a hibernation state until they are strong enough to form again.

Ellie, Danny, and Dan are all injured in a final battle against the GIW. The organization was destroyed and the ghosts were safe but the halfas ended up being so injured that they reverted to core form and then went to sleep for a bit. When they woke up, they were still weak but at least recovered enough to gain consciousness. And realize…they are in some kind of auction…in the middle of a heist. It appeared that two furries (one in a bat costume and one in a cat costume) were ducking it out. And they…they were a necklace. All three of them had been turned into a necklace with their cores as gems accompanied by sapphires, pearls, and opals. And frankly gorgeous craftsmanship as the metal was crafted around their cores as if to cradle them and the other gems.

Unfortunately, they were too weak to take a form properly, they could still feel the strain on their bodies. But at least they could still communicate through their auras. Then the cat lady punched a hole in the glass container surrounding them and grabbed their necklace.

However, the bat grabbed the other end and it resulted in a sort of tug-a-war. Meanwhile, Danny, Ellie, and Dan were having a back and form commentary on the situation and what they should do. Completely unheard by the other party.

In the corner of their eye, the three halfas finally noticed a third contender. Some kind of clown who was…hold on…holding a gun?! And it was pointed straight at the two fighting furies who had yet to notice him. The ghosts’ protective instincts went into overdrive and they frantically tried to shout, yell, move. Just do something to warn the two but their cries fell on deaf ears. All they succeeded in doing was faintly glow which immediatly caught the attention of the fighting duo. The two turned to look at the strange necklace but right at that moment, the clown fired and a gunshot rang throughout the auction room. Having no other options, Danny and the others poured every ounce of ectoplasm they had to try and phaseshift, making the two furries intangible as the bullets passed right through them, but in their shock, the two jumped away in opposite directions and accidentally ripped the necklace apart. Gems and pearls went flying and the three cores bounced along the ground.

Luckily, the two finally noticed the clown and went to deal with him and his minions who had appeared. Seemingly putting their fight on hold and forming a temporary truce. The three halfas could only watch as the battle finally wound down, ending with the cops barging into the place and arresting the clown and his grunts, the cat managing to escape with half the scattered gems and pearls from the broken necklace along with a few other jewelry pieces (none of their cores though) and the bat leaving through a skylight.

The auction continued and in the end, despite being broken, their necklace seemed to have caught someone’s interest. A man named Bruce Wayne bought up every piece of the shattered jewelry wear. The auctioneers appeared relived that the item managed to sell in the end and gratefully gave it to him.

Bruce had no idea what happened at the auction, but he could have sworn that some of the gems faintly glowed right before he and Selina were shot. If the necklace was some sort of magical item, then he needed to understand exactly what has been brought to Gotham. It was unfortunate that Selena had taken some parts of the necklace but he utilized his vast wealth to make sure all the other parts ended in his possession. Now he would take them back to the mansion for examination.

[justaz]

merlin (immortal) giving arthur (pendragon) the only blade that could kill him

[shanklin]

Stan and Ford never stop playing the game of tag they started when they were still little kids.

So what if Stan got kicked out and Ford doesn’t want to see him anymore? 

He can still sneak into Ford’s dorm at night, tap him and leave a post-it note on his face saying “Tag, you’re it!”

So what if Stan is currently staying in Colombian prison? 

Ford can still break in during spring break and tag Stan before escaping. Stan escaping in the process was an unintended consequence.

Ford gives a big speech at his graduation?

Well, perfect opportunity to tag him while he’s distracted. The proud tears in Stan's eyes are just for show so he fits in better with the crowd.

Stan gets captured and trapped in a trunk?

What better way to tag him than when he’s all tied up. Helping him to a safe place, tending to his wounds and watching over him while he sleeps is just a way to keep the game fair. And Ford dropping his new home adress before he leaves? Purely an accident.

Stan arrives in Gravity Falls, but doesn’t immediately tag Ford. He claims he’s waiting for a good opportunity. Ford responds that he’ll just have to keep a close eye on Stan in the meantime.

It takes a long long time for Stan to finally tag Ford again, but when he does, he escapes no further than his room in the Shack.

[warning-heckboop]

Hazel, Jasmine, and Winn find their plans to mend fences disrupted when they discover Anti-Fairy magic is evident in Dev's reoccurring nightmares.

So do you guys ever get so invested in a fake episode that you made up in your head that you make a fake title card and synopsis for it? No? Yeah, me neither.

[egophiliac]

ANNIVERSARY GROOVY BOYBAND! THEY ALL LOOK SO GOOD, I also love the hades reference with idia! Ik ur probably really swamped with the book 7 brain rot but I wanted to know ur thoughts. I also wanted to mention that I am so card deprived I feel like I need a replacement event to take tsumderlands place

AUGH NO I LOVE THEM. 😭 UGH now I really have to think about if I want to try pulling for Grim again. dangit. heck. I already got his little pedestal to add my guest room shrine, but...now I kinda need the boss himself...

also, the implications of it not being an OB thing, Idia can just. Do That? apparently? do you think he ever just sometimes does it by accident? what am I saying, he absolutely sometimes does it by accident.

gosh though. this event has been SO cute in general! I was wondering who'd get the focus for year 5; I could not be happier that the answer is apparently EVERYBODY. :D all the dorms get their own special songs! so many cute little scenes!!! the lowest of stakes bringing out the highest of pettiness in everyone!!!!!! it's excellent.

(also, because I will make literally anything about my diaboys...I know these events are typically sorta, let's say chronologically unmoored with regards to story. but the further implications that this takes place pre-episode 7/Malleus' Big Existential Crisis, and yet...some of these lines?)

[stormingfrost]

Kinda obsessed with the historical context of Rise of the Guardians. Pitch wanting the Dark Ages to come back, which historically was the decline of culture and records. The Guardians rose at the same time as the Renaissance with the rise of culture, knowledge, and science. (Tooth in particular mentions that she hasn’t been out in the field for 440 years, give or take, which would put that smack dab in the middle of the Renaissance) 

The way Pitch doesn’t want the world to change, the way the Guardians change in tune with the world. The way Jack, who lived in has a human in the 17th or 18th century, who lived in the time after the Renaissance and lived witnessing the world all the way to the modern era, is there to show the Guardians how much they missed and how they can further change and improve for the more modern world. These characters are immortal beings who have so much power over the world, it makes so much sense that when they fall and rise in power it impacts the world that they want to influence, for better or for worse. 

[ragnarockz]

Hey, Beta! Love your stuff 🥰 Can you write up for me a 50s!Agnes x Reader breeding prompt? Cool dude, thanks! 🤍🖤

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Inspo: Personality - Johnny Mercer, Undecided - Ella Fitzgerald, Good Rockin Tonight - Roy Brown, Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On - Big Maybelle, He's a Demon, He's a Devil, He's a Doll - Betty Hutton

Hey Beta! Yeah, no worries my dude, I GOT YOU! 😤

heart eyes for her like LOOK AT MY LITOL FRUIT 🍇

50s!Agnes x Reader

You mull over your glass of sherry and watch Agnes from across the living room as she laughs loudly with Wanda. The two of them are as thick of thieves and the other women from the neighborhood take notice of this as well.

You sigh to yourself as you turn your back on the two women and feel a flush of something spread from your chest and up to your cheeks. It's jealousy. You shake your head and finish your drink and hope that the alcohol can chase away the sudden feelings. It only makes it worse.

You turn back around because god forbid that you're rude in Wanda's house at her house-warming party. God forbid Dottie catches you being a sourpuss and gabs about it later in the week at the Planning Committee. God forbid Agnes throws you under the bus because as sweet and charming as she can be-

"What are you doing sulking over here, Hon?"

And it's her voice that fills the air beside you and makes you jump. You swore she was just across the room talking to Wanda and now, she's sidled up beside you nursing her own glass of sherry. It doesn't even look like it was touched.

"Agnes...sorry, I was just...going to refill my glass."

"Oh, I'm sure you were, Dear...come with me, I know where Wanda keeps the good stuff."

She flicks her wrist back as she walks past you and you follow close behind her because of course you do. She's like a magnet; drawing you always closer to her. You even try to sit beside her as often as you can at Dottie's meetings. You want to draw her in, pull her close. The way she moves with such power and grace; her tight curls bouncing at the nape of her neck. You're falling deeper and deeper into your neighbor and you wonder what sort of spell has she put you under to make you want her this badly.

Agnes squats down to a lower kitchen cabinet and pulls out the bottle; beaming like she just uncovered the lost city of Atlantis. She stands back up with the bottle tight in her grasp and puts it down on the counter so you can help yourself to another drink. She's enabling it; pushing you to let yourself relax. It's not even her house and she's urging you to take another pour, have another drink. Her eyes burrow into your skull as she watches you closely.

You give her a weak smile as you reach for the bottle. It's fast and quick as her hand shoots out to grab yours. You both stand there still, looking at one another until a slow, devious grin fills out on Agnes' face. You hold your breath and watch her literally transform in front of you from this aloof housewife to a temptress ready to ruin you.

You swallow hard and she drifts her eyes down to your neck to watch.

"You don't want that...I got the really good stuff next door..."

That hand of hers over yours grabs your wrist and turns; twisting your arm and you gasp out from the sensation of being pulled along by Agnes as she leads the two of you towards Wanda's back door. You pray no one saw you or heard you. You pray no one notices the back door open and close with a slam behind you as Agnes walks you across Wanda's lawn and onto hers.

She shoots a quick look over her shoulder before she rolls her shoulders back and tilts her head back. She's in control; usually is. You follow like a lost little puppy and suddenly, you realize, that's exactly what you want to be when it comes to you and Agnes.

"Don't worry, Ralph is away for the weekend..."

Your eyes close for a second or two as you soak up the implications. She stops just to open her front door and pull you along with her still; letting go of your wrist finally so she can turn and close the door behind the two of you. You look down at your wrist and see how red it is and the slight scratch marks from her nails.

"Aren't people going to notice we're not at the party, Agnes?"

She turns from her front door to look at you in the darkness of her hallway. That same grin coats her face now but a little more relaxed; a little more stripped back from having to keep some semblance of normalcy in Wanda's home. It sends shivers down your spine.

"No one is going to notice us missing, Hon. Trust me."

Another shiver creeps down your spine as she starts walking towards you which, makes you walk backwards deeper and further into her home. Whatever the hell trap she's set you're in deep now and you're not sure you even care to escape.

"But, we do need to hurry this along...they will get suspicious if we just never come back for cake and coffee."

The way she says it as she keeps walking is as if she's done this a hundred times. Had women come over or dragged over; cornered them up in the hallway of her house and explained to them that this had to be a quickie and nothing longer because the neighborhood would notice.

"Agnes..."

"Now don't go worrying your pretty little head over that; we still have a lot of time to kill..."

She passes you now as you stand there in shock and you know, in that moment as she turns on her heels, you have to follow her. And so you do; follow her to the left and find yourself in Agnes' living room. It's just as pretty and just as fashionable and put-together as Wanda's. This doesn't surprise you as you know just from the way Agnes' dresses that the older woman has taste.

"Make yourself at home, Pumpkin...go on..."

And so you do as you cross the threshold into her living room and take a seat on her couch. You take it all in; the place she calls home. A lot of purples and blacks which is a stark contract from Wanda's blue and cream colored furniture. You clear your throat as you try to appear not as nosy as you actually are, turning your attention back to Agnes who is just pacing in front of you. Is she nervous? Having second thoughts? You secretly hope not; already trying to keep the secret of this rendezvous close to your vest.

It's exciting and scary and absolutely unspeakable.

You smile at her which makes her stop right in front of you and you see whatever touch of nervousness in her face evaporate as she smiles back down at you.

"Well...shall we?"

You're about to agree with her until you watch her slightly bend at the waist to gather up the hem of her dress and lift it upwards. Her gaze is downcast as she watches herself instead of you; watching as she lifts her dress high enough to fully show off her underwear. It's only then that she looks right at you with an otherwise blank expression and you can feel those eyes burning into you as she waits to see what your reaction is.

Your reaction? As you stare at the lilac-purple member standing erect between Agnes' legs and quickly come to the realization that this is the most normal thing in the world. As if, somehow, a veil has been placed over your eyes but it makes you see clearer in some unexplainable, magical way. You shake your head as you try to clear the cobwebs in your mind as you react the way you want to with your hands gathering up your own hem and lifting it up to expose your legs underneath.

"That's it...such a good girl for me..."

You try to choke back a moan but fail miserably and it makes her smile and shake her head at you; chiding you for being so desperate for anything from her. She keeps her dress up as she takes a step and then another towards you before her left knee comes out a little further to slide against the couch cushion. She uses it as leverage to bring her other leg to join on the right side; straddling you down into her couch.

"Put those pretty, little hands of yours on my waist, Dear...yes, just like that...you're a natural..."

You realize then that she's using you to sit herself down and another realization as you see that her fingers are no longer clutching the hem of her dress. They're moved up under yours as they push it up higher, exposing you as her left hand gently hooks under the side of your underwear and pulls it away. You feel your brain start to short circuit and a fog roll through, and you're wondering how you're still conscious.

She's done this before, is all you can think, as she holds your underwear to the side and lowers herself further until the lilac tip teases your entrance.

You're suddenly cursing all this fabric around you and her as you snap your neck down to watch. More than fascination takes over and it's become a full-blown warped sense of depravity.

"Please, Agnes..."

Her gaze drags down from your face; slightly hidden as you keep your head bowed to watch. She joins you; watching herself scoot a little closer until she easily pushes her head inside of you. No resistance which means you're wet enough to take her.

She grins and nods something short and fierce. Fired up in her abilities to turn you on so quickly. But maybe that's just the desperation.

"Look at you, Pumpkin, still have your manners even when I..."

She cuts herself off to push a little further; sheathing herself deep inside of you now. You press back into her couch and try to plant your feet firmly down onto the floor beneath you. You focus on her and her weight on your lap; her legs sandwiching to your sides as she keeps you locked in your spot. Trapped, just like you thought earlier, she's got you trapped.

She doesn't continue speaking but laughs. It rings out through her living room as you sit there with your fingers digging into her waist as you hold her down; want her as close to you as you can have her while she's now fully inside of you.

She starts to rock, testing the waters to see what you're comfortable with as her gaze drifts back up to your face. Her full attention is on you now, where it should be as she rolls her hips ever so slightly. The friction is insane; how she feels buried deep inside of you. You feel the all-familiar throb of your clit that, at one time, throbbed the same way from just the thought of Agnes.

And now, it was all happening in real time. In her house. Her living room. The wedding ring glinting on her finger as she holds up your dress to fuck you.

Panic sets in, but that just makes her roll her hips faster, deeper. She's pressing you down and against her couch as she uses her strong thighs to move herself. You want nothing more than to move your hands to touch her, grab at her, grope her. You want to open up the buttons on the front of her dress and slide your hands in and cup her. The images reel in your minds eye, and you moan which, of course, she takes note of and smirks at you.

"That's it, Sugar, taking me so well...I can feel how wet you are around me, coating me all up..."

You take the gamble because this may be your only chance and, you may suddenly be empty and dragged back over to the party within minutes. Hands travel up from her waist to her sides; rubbing over her ribs as they pull forward to the front of her dress. Your fingers hardly fumble as they undo one button and then the other.

But she's faster than you; quick as a whip as her left hand shoots up to grab your wrist once again. The same one she grabbed to drag you into this mess.

"Uh huh...you keep those wandering hands to yourself, Pumpkin..."

Hot and breathy as she guides it away along with your other hand. You could resist, easily, but why would you? Why risk it all and throw it away when you've gotten this far? Far enough now that you're almost touching the crown of your head into the back of her couch as you clench and try to hold her still inside of you.

She coaxes you now as she starts to whisper and you can barely hear her over the blood rushing in your ears. It's all too much, overwhelming, overstimulating. You're on the brink of orgasm and she's mumbling and whispering about...

"...thenextlittlepartywe'llhavetohaveisforyou...ababyshower..."

All the stars in the night sky burst behind your eyes as you groan and relax your body around her; underneath her. Your fingers lose all tension and your legs go slack as she still sits prettily on top of you. You hope that she can feel you; your release with her still inside of you rocking ever gently. You know she can as whatever veil still hangs over you holds fast.

That cute little laugh she does turns a corner; higher in pitch, longer. Cackling as her fingers push your dress up once more to watch. That fucking rock on her finger glints and catches your eye and makes you lose your breath which, of course, tips her off into a little moaning mess.

Your world crashes around you as she lifts herself up and out and off; the swishing of her dress against yours and her leaving to stand herself back up in front of you. She barely looks like she went through the ringer; her hands coming up to pump the underside of her curls and wipe at the corners of her mouth just in case her lipstick was smudged in the process of fucking you. That sickly sweet smile spreads on her lips as she turns her back to you; already rushing around as she heads back to her front door.

You know you have to peel yourself off of her couch and smooth down your dress around your wobbly knees and follow that woman back to Wanda's party. That little lilac secret still tucked under her dress and you, obscenely wet under your own.

It doesn't hit you until you close Agnes' front door behind yourself at the words she had mumbled over and over in different ways.

A baby shower...for...yourself?

Your cheeks burn crimson as you follow her back to Wanda's; hot on her heels with your head down and the connotations of her words burning into your already ruined soul.

[i-like-forcefem]

When browsing through the wares of a newly opened magic shop you passed by an item that caught your interest, a massive mirror

You peaked inside expecting to see yourself, but instead you saw, a girl? About your height, quite pretty, good taste in fashion… Maybe your mom when she was younger?

It feels weird, in a good way, to see this girl follow all your movements, you couldn’t help but smile, and her smile is radiant

You felt an odd sense of relief… until you looked down to see that, you’re you, of course you are

Why do you feel so sad?

…

“Quite the item isn’t it?”, the Witch tending the shop noticed your interest and started talking to you “a magic mirror that shows you what you’d look like if you were born the opposite sex”

You stare into it

Why do you feel this deep dread?

“But that’s not all it does!” The witch continues “want to see a magic trick?” The witch asks laying a hand on your back

You’re curious to see where this is going, so you nod your head

In one swoop the witch pushes you against the mirror and as you brace yourself to slam into it, stumbling on your feet across the floor, you find yourself slamming into the witch face first

She laughs “I probably didn’t need to push that hard”

As you lay on the ground you feel different, you look as you prepare to push yourself up from the ground you notice your hands… are they smaller?

As you get it up and oriented yourself you glance at the mirror, still the same showing girl you, but how did you get turned around did… did you get

“Sorry” the witch says as her laughter days down “that’s the first time I’ve pushed someone through a mirror, should’ve seen that coming”

You look down and see the dress you’re wearing

“Now cutie” the witch claps her hands, and jumps up! She has a grin you don’t trust “I hoped you enjoyed the trick! If you ever want to become a guy again And I hope you have some savings! Gender-bending magic is quite expensive!”

You stumble back, you can’t turn back? The mirror is showing yo- Girl You, not the real Guy You, so… that’s a no go? You’re way to poor for anything

“But don’t worry cutie, we pay quite well here and just so happen have an opening for a maid and I can assure you, you’ll look just adorable in the uniform”

[turtleblogatlast]

I think a lot about Leo’s tendency to push his way into the spotlight despite clearly being a natural in the shadows. Hell, you could argue that his worst moments are when he’s forcing himself onstage, and his best are when he does things no one notices until it’s already been done.