#mara x pixie

[iristhedeadflower]

happy june 12th! and happy day 12 of dcla pride month, dedicated to mixie <3

[time-never-waits-for-me]

How would you Fix Mara?

oh help this is such a loaded question.

hmm...

ok i feel like the show itself could've fixed her if we had gotten a s3, but we didn't so...

just going to say this rn, ive been a proud mara fan since s1, but since ive recently watched s2... idk they kind of let me down with her character in s2, like she kind of became this one-sided, flat antagonist who just really didnt do anything interesting except for angrily rant into her phone and feud with my queen paula

i think my basic answer to this is that i would make her insane. like i would turn her into the most unserious character ever. like that scene with her and the balloons where she recreates the daisy fuerza interior video idea is insane like literally what was she thinking. i think i would play into that side more and the more she becomes jealous of carmin, the more just insane she becomes to the point where everyone realizes shes not a threat, shes just a joke. but shes still so desperate to rise above carmin because she wants to prove that shes not inferior to carmin, she wants to be someone to prove that she could to the person who made her feeling like she was no one. so yeah i feel like id just have her go so insane that maybe even laix drops her becomes she does something so controversial or is revealed online to just be an absolute madwoman. so shes at her lowest point and all shes thinking about is how she can possibly make the best of this situation and still prove her superiority to carmin so carmin wont be able to look down at her, cause at her core i feel like thats what she wants. sure she wants popularity and whatever but i feel like thats more of a mask too that she feels like she has to put on because her main goal is that she wants to prove herself, esp to carmin who always put her down. so what if, then, she decides that she has nothing left to lose so in order to try to restart her popularity and continue to try to hit carmin where it hurts, she comes to fundom.

and omg, wait so in my mind mara is just a complete pathetic clown (i mean that in the best way, i love her) so what if this idiot believes she can fool the people at fundom by pretending to be a changed person and befriending everyone. maybe she pretends to make up with carmin and tells her she loves her channel and wants to help her and be her assistant again or wtv, and carmins really hesitant but she still feels bad about how she treated mara so she agrees, esp since she pities mara cause shes like wow shes become pathetic but hey i can help her like how the fundom-ers took me in s2. but ofc maras plan is so try to sabotage carmins channel. but idk maybe she ends up spending a lot of time around fundom, and omg she HATES the others at fundom, like omg just imagine her around daisy, luan, and pietro im actually losing my mind that would be so funny. also i do not see her being able to handle chiara. and ofc the others would have a tough time believing mara but ofc they would eventually.

and maybe the more mara works alongside carmin she starts to realize just how fun carmin actually is, and that their duo of nail art and upcycled clothing is actually the duo ever. like maybe she finds herself starting to take an interest in the recycled clothing stuff, but tries to hide it, but carmin finds out and then helps her out make some clothing based on her style and mara finds herself genuinely enjoying carmins presence for the first time.

uhhhh.... idk where it would go from here, because i dont see mara completely letting go of her resentment, but maybe eventually she would restart her channel with the help of carmin and maybe the others and kind of forget about her revenge plan and focus on her own channel but doing it for herself and because she enjoys it for the first time, and not to prove her worth or her ability or superiority.

idk sorry for delivering an entire essay help but idk i really think they couldve done something interesting with maras character

[giuliettagaltieri]

Cherry Flavored Kisses

Pairing: Varsity Player!Eren Jaeger x College student!reader

Synopsis: The life as Eren Jaeger’s girl fascinated you, but it was nothing compared to the fascination you feel for the man, himself.  He could be nice if he wanted.  But nothing is as bittersweet as a love unrequited.

Warning: Innuendos, minor violence, unprotected sex, angst.

Word Count: 5862

This can be a stand alone, a part 2, or a part 1 of Number One Fan

Eren Jaeger warned you not to get close to him.

But being around him has had its benefits.

You got to hang out with the popular kids.

Got invited to those wild college parties.

And like them, you are cool, you are fucking game, you are the it girl.

“Hey, nice top!  Where’d you get it?”

You look up to see a senior, whose name you do not know, smiling at you.  

“Max Mara.  I like your top too!”  The smile you gave her was genuine, although it did feel required.

She flips her largely curled hair and gave you a look as if she is relieved that someone finally took notice.  “Duh!  It’s Dior!”

With just the right amount of practiced surprise, you manage to again stroke one’s ego.  “So that’s why.  It looks absolutely stunning on you.”  You add an angelic smile.

She playfully swats the air at you.  “I know!”  She then flips her curls once more.  “Anyway, I’ll be having a party this Saturday.  You’ll come, won’t you?”

You brighten your smile even more.  “Oh absolutely.”

The woman claps her hands in excitement. “Awesome!  I’ll just dm you the address to my place-” She rolls her eyes and slaps her cheek gently.  “What was I thinking.  Eren will drive you there.”

“I’ll be seeing you then.”

She wiggles her fingers with bright acrylics at you.  “See you.”

You watch her walk away and disappear in the hallway before you feel a light shove beside you.

“Oh my gosh!  I can’t believe Hitch Dreyse just talked to you.”  Louise gasps beside you.

“Who?”  You giggled while your nimble fingers unwrap the lollipop that you just fetched from your bag.

Louise starred at you with her mouth ajar.  “Are you being serious right about now?”

You reluctantly shake your head ‘no’ while popping the lollipop in your mouth.

Both her hands fly to your shoulders.  “That was Hitch, the head cheerleader of Paradis University!”

Of course.  That’s why she was so familiar.

“And I can’t believe you got invited to her party.” She sulks, her arms crossing after she throws you an accusing glare.

With a gentle smile you attempt to ease her irritation.  Although, it isn’t entirely your fault, to begin with.

“Maybe I can ask her if I can bring a friend?”

She throws her hands up in annoyance.  “As if I’d be able to enjoy that party.  It’s for cool kids like them, you’re probably the only one who’ll talk to me and Jaeger will surely hog you for the entire night.”

You look away to hide your flustered face.

“Anyway, I’m off now.  I’d look like a pitiable side character if I stay here longer.” She walks off before you could protest. “Enjoy your spotlight, miss manic pixie dream girl.”

The corners of your lips twitch to a frown but you can’t really appear to be mad at her.  At least not in a hallway full of onlookers.  But you did bite the lollipop stick harder than you should have.

Suddenly, a bunch of squeals grates your ears, they’re like tires burning on asphalt.  

“Hey.”

You look up to find Eren leaning on the column beside the bench you are occupying at the moment.  Immediately, you give him your brightest smile.

“Hey!”

Eren sits himself beside you and you fight off a sneeze, a thundercloud of axe body spray seems to be present everywhere he’s in. He picks up your pastel binder and tosses it back to its place on the bench, picks up your fluffy pen and does the same as he did with your notebook.

“You done throwing my stuff around?”  You glare playfully at him while starting to put your stuff back into your bag.

Eren hums and slumps into the bench as he manspreads.  “Didn’t see you in the practice match.”  He muses while eyeing the way the leggings hugged the posterior of the girl that passed by, all the while you were too busy trying not to notice.

A wave of muttering and mumbles fill the hallway. Right, Eren had his fan club following him there.  Can’t judge them though, you were just like them last year in your freshman year.

Until you became the lucky girl by becoming his favorite yet.  

You kept bringing him pastries, plus you’re cute. Of course, he’s gonna like you.

“Hardly seemed like I was needed there.”  You glance up to meet his bored stare.  “Besides, I had to finish an essay assignment.”

Then there’s your game of push and pull.

Eren scoffs and rises to his feet. “Alright.  I’ll be seeing you this Saturday night.”  You hold your breath when he suddenly bends down, his warm tic tac smelling breath fanning your face.  “I’ll pick you up by eight.”

He holds your gaze and doesn’t move until you finally nod at him frantically.

You swirl your moist tongue on the lollipop head before mumbling a choked up ‘okay’ as your answer.  You puff out the breath you’ve been holding when he straightens up and looks at you from above, making you crane your neck to actually see him.

And the bastard had a smug grin on his face, knowing exactly what he was doing to you.  And as if it wasn’t enough, he pulls out the bright red cherry lollipop from your cute mouth, making a moist popping sound as the candy slips from your plump lips.  To your horror, Eren flicks his tongue on the lollipop before sucking on it, the stick is wedged on the side of his lips.  It was difficult not to break away from his gaze as he did that.  But you were also not giving him the satisfaction by looking away.

“Wear something cute for me, baby, yeah?”

Your lips are still parted in surprise but you shut them quickly when Eren’s gaze fall to them.  

“Mhm!”

“Good girl.”  He pats your head and turns on his heel, heading to his next class, off to ruin professor Ackerman’s day.

His flock of fans follow him quickly, but not before throwing nasty envious glares and glances of pure curiosity.

Your back meets the bench and you try to ignore the looks thrown your way.

That was the closest thing you had to a kiss!

Oh My Gosh!

The attention that you get from people around the school almost fooled you into believing that there was something going on between you and Eren Jaeger.  And when he acts like that, you think that something just might be.  How else would you interpret his actions?  Eren must have liked you to some extent to do that.

A loud ringing of bell had you scrambling up and out of the bench and on to history class, at least professor Smith is going to help distract you for now, with his engaging lectures and equally engaging physique.

Saturday night rolls by fast.  

You had to end the mandatory calls with your mother when you hear the revving engine of Eren’s car outside your dorm.

Your chunky heels thuds on the stairs as you descend it.  Patience is not one of Eren’s strongest suit after all.  Your bangles jingle and clink together.  Your hair bouncing with your motion, along with some of your other assets, the bouncing was starting to hurt that you put an arm under them for support, while you try to navigate the steps.

The tinted windows of Eren’s car doesn’t hinder his view.  The pastel colors of your dress were dimmed just the tiniest bit but you practically hopping off the last step of the stairs allowed him to peek at the bows that sat on your thighs as your ruffled dress poofed up with the air.

You stood patiently by Eren’s door, your hands clasped together as you swayed like the adorable girl you are.

Eren opens the car door from the inside and you sit your bum before pulling your tightly pressed knees inside the car until the shoes that you probably got from the kiddy section land inside.

“Look who’s here.”  Eren drawls.  “You really gone and dolled yourself up for me.”

You smile at him meekly, your fingers crumpling the edge of your dress.

“You don’t think I overdid it?”  You bat your eyelashes at him.

Eren shifts his thighs to help with the sudden discomfort, a soft groan that is barely audible escapes his lips. “Nah.  ‘S perfect on you.”

You shrink under his intense gaze, all shy.  

The car suddenly feels warmer now.

“Y-you should probably start driving to the party now.”  You smile at him like a lovesick puppy.

Eren cocks a brow at you.  “Yeah?”  You nod at him to which he only replies with a sharp smile.  “Say please.”

It was almost funny for him to watch your eyes turn round like a baby doe, your delectable looking lips following the same shape, making him feel stuff he knows he shouldn’t.  Eren swore to never fool around with you.  He enjoys your company and admiration but it felt like pure carnality to even think about running the warmth of his hands on your skin. You are pure, an untainted flower, and he feels just a bit guilty about thinking of ruining you.

Nevermind him getting off in the thoughts of your pillowy thighs and feather soft touches when his bed gets a little too lonely at three in the morning.

“Please, Eren.”  You say with a giggle.

Eren checks if you buckled yourself in and steps on the gas hard, making you yelp.

“You finished your homework?”  Eren asks an uncharacteristic question, making you frown at him in confusion.

“Of course.”  A pause.  “Did you?”

Eren glimpses at you briefly.  “Armin’s already on it.”

You look at him in disappointment.  

“Shut up, he offered.”  He sighs.

“But I didn’t even say anything.”  You mumble under your breath.

Poor Armin.

“He offered to do it.  In exchange, I’ll get him Leonhart’s number.”

You tilt your head in confusion.

“Marley U varsity player.  Women’s volleyball.”

You nod in understanding.

One of the reasons why Eren likes you is because you are too simple.  Dealing with you doesn’t require him to sit and ponder.  You are easy to understand.  You are predictable.

What Eren doesn’t predict however, was the amount of attention you will be getting because of your all too adorable dress. His plan to have you dressed attractively for him to have a delectable arm candy backfired.

One more sticky gaze from those sleazy frat boys and he swears, his fist might find an unsuspecting jaw tonight.

Even women dressed in lowcut dresses has their hands lingering a little too long on your thighs.

A bright red cup is shoved in his face and he’s just about to yell his head off when he meets the unamused stare of Jean.

“Horseface.”  He greets while accepting the cup and taking a swig.

Jean grits his teeth.  He’s not about to take the bait.  Eren’s pissed and he’s just begging for a fight.

“Cut that out.”

Eren sends a glare up to Jean before his hawk like eyes wander to your direction as you play with his other teammates.  “Cut what out?”

Connie is warding off the guys, which helped him keep his cool, but that new recruit, Surma, is standing a little too close to you. He doesn’t care if the sophomore is on your team in the game.  And you’re oblivious to his stare as you enjoy your glass of boone’s farm.

“Brooding in a dark corner and looking like you’re about to shove your shoe in someone’s mouth the next second.”  Jean sighs as he watches you cheer with Connie when you get a point.

Eren downs the rest of the contents of the cup and crushes it in his grip.  “I think professor Ackerman taught us the wrong social sciences.”

“Agreed.”  Jean sighs. “Whatever man, just stop acting like a creep.”  He stalks away, making Eren roll his eyes.

What else was he supposed to do then?  He’s can’t drink since he has to drive you home, he’s not about to go play spin the bottle with Floch and the others.

The sofa he’s on dips.  And judging by the sickeningly sweet cologne, it’s a girl who’s sitting next to him.

He side-eyes her and catches a well-defined curve in her chest that is clad in a skin tight cheetah printed dress.

Correction, a woman.

“What are you doing alone here, big guy?”  He hears her nasally yet absurdly seductive voice.

“People watching.”  Eren tells her.

She smirks at him, her dark purple lipstick making it pop despite the dim room.  “Can I people watch with you?”

Eren shrugs.  “Why not.”

The woman laughs.  “Name’s Roxy by the way, Eren.”

“You know me.”  Eren smiles slyly at her.

“Hey, bud!  Watch over Y/N for a sec, gotta run to the bathroom.”  He hears Connie yell but Roxy runs the back of her fingers on Eren’s cheek before he could turn to look.

“Who doesn’t?”

Good point.

Eren rests back on the sofa, letting the woman feed his ego with her exaggerated and poorly constructed sentences.

She’s tacky.  Her dress, her lipstick, her scent.  Roxy is a cheap chick but Eren doesn’t turn away anybody who is willing to openly praise him.

She probably thought she could get some tonight, Eren chuckles under his breath.

He shouldn’t make fun of her, that’d be mean. Especially when it looks like she’s really impressed with herself.  He’ll let someone else burst her bubble.

The night is going really well, until it doesn’t.

Like a birthday candle blown by a toddler, all humor vanishes from Eren’s face.

His features turn rigid and he has never looked more menacing than the time he stood from the couch.  The woman he left behind couldn’t let a single word out as her throat went dry.  People didn’t see Eren as he moved like smoke around the drunk bodies dancing away on the dancefloor.

It was loud.

The smacking sound of his fist finally connecting with the sophomore kid’s face, knocking the glasses off his plain looking face.

“You better watch where those hands wander, kid.”  Eren sneers.

Immediately, he felt your soft figure collide with his.

“Eren, you shouldn’t cause trouble!”  You clutch his shirt to pull him down to your level. “You’re a varsity player!  You can’t get into stupid fights.”

You’re right.  What was he thinking?  Ruining his plans for a girl?  He better wish this won’t reach their coach.

He pulls away from you and his strong grip finds purchase on your dainty wrists.

“We’re leaving.  Now.”

You nod at him quickly, desperate to get him away from the malicious spectators.

Eren drags you away from the crowd and out of the party and you just let him.

Soon enough, the back of your thighs are pressed against the cool leather seats of Eren’s car as he is too busy speeding away. Your knuckles have turned white as you grip the edge of your seat, your other hand on Eren’s forearm, a nonverbal reminder for him to slow down as he’s not the only person in the car.

No words are spoken between the two of you and you choose to keep it that way, despite your desperate need to know what just happened.

But you’ve learned.  

Eren should not be pressured to do anything he doesn’t want, especially when he is mad.  Anything that poses as a threat towards his sense of control in the situation, he will crush.

He was just barely hovering below the speed limit, going beyond it where he is sure there was no speed gun aimed at him.

What should have been a thirty-minute drive was cut down to twelve.  And the familiar architecture of your school dormitory comes to view.  The tires screech as Eren drifted to a parking space and you could have sworn your heart is pumping two hundred beats per minute.

The entire car shakes when Eren gets out of the car and slams the door close.  You watch him circle to your side and he opens the door surprisingly gentle.

You meet his unreadable expression before you get out, taking measured steps and putting a considerable distance between you.

He’s pissed, you are not quite sure if it’s because of you.

“Uhm-”

“Go to your dorm room.  I’ll be there with you shortly.”

Your eyes widen.

And Eren waits for you to say something stupid.

“I’m not supposed to have boys in my room when it’s past nine.”  You rock on your heels back and forth, clearly nervous and unsure how to deal with the situation, unsure how to deal with him.

“That’s okay.”  Eren tucks your hair behind your ears.  “I won’t tell anyone.”  He can feel the heat of your face radiating to his fingers and he barely even touched you.

He watches you chew on your lip before nodding. “Okay.”  You then reluctantly enter the building and Eren watches you from where he stood.

As soon as you disappeared from his view, his murderous expression was back on his handsome face.  

He can’t understand just where the scum got the courage to hold your waist and elbow like that, while he had his hips pressed on the poof of your dress.

Eren could think of about fifty ways to kill that filth.  But that is frowned upon, isn’t it?  Eren will have to do it smarter.

Having him run extra laps sounds like a good way to start.  The bench also looked a bit to lonely during their games, he’ll have that kid warm it up.

The sole of Eren’s sneakers scrape the pavement as he finally follows you inside.  No lights were streaming under the doors of the rooms next to you.  They must have been in the party still.  

His knuckles rap at your door and he finds your scrambling footsteps amusing.

The door swings open harshly, sending some of his hair that escaped his manbun to fly to his sharp cheekbones.

“You’re here!  I thought you went home.”  You gasped.

“What are yo-”  He checks his watch and tried to clear his forehead from frown creases. “Sorry, I didn’t realize I was taking way too long.”

You smile at him and lean your hip against the door, Eren’s eyes followed the movement but he can’t see much with your poofy dress swallowing your form.

You’re relieved that he’s in a better mood now. “It’s okay.  Come on in.”

Eren follows you inside, making sure to lock your door.  He watches you pad around in your cotton slippers, tucking away a bra under a bunch of plushies that you have in your sofa.

“So sorry for the mess.  I didn’t think you were serious about…you…coming.”  You press your lips tightly, he looked uninterested just then.

Eren hums as he continues to walk over in your direction, with that same bored expression he had in his face, it was intimidating and attractive at the same time.

“I was hoping we could talk?”  Eren smiled at you but it wasn’t warm at all.

You look down to your feet and then at his chest, not brave enough to meet his gaze.  “About what?”

Asking such question was foolish yet necessary to buy yourself some time.  It didn’t buy you much though.  Eren’s patience was nonexistent.

Eren clicks his tongue, making you look up. “Stop playing dumb!  Why didn’t you push that guy away?”  He took another step closer.  “Were you trying to get a rise from me?”  He was dangerously close now.  His voice low and his eyes wide with barely hidden rage in them.

He didn’t have to talk to you in that tone.

Your eyes turn glossy, your nose sting.  The telltale signs of your tears.  You hated crying, it makes your nose feel stuffy, you stomp your foot in annoyance.

“That is so unfair!”  Eren had to take a step back to get a view of your adorable display of anger.  “I didn’t even do anything.  Surma was also just teaching me how to aim the ball better.  You were the one who was over reacting.  Throwing punches at people who were just trying to help and making your car fly after your dramatic exit at the party.”

You are heaving by the time you finish.  Your lashes are clumped with unshed tears filling your waterline.  Your cheeks have also gone bubbled.  It’s a shame you’ll never know how adorable you are when you lose your temper.

So adorable that Eren closed the distance between you two and you fall to your butt and land on your squishy plushies in surprise. But you don’t have that much time to complain when you feel his hand cup your cheek to have you tip your head at him and he leans down, with so much force and speed that you draw a sharp breath.

Fuck.

Eren meets your wide eyes and glances at your parted lips.  He never wanted to kiss someone’s lips so badly.  

But if he meets your lips with his, it’s all over. His vow to keep you chaste.  He’ll feel guilty of breaking that halo atop your head.

His jaw is clenched and he straightens up. “Sorry.”

A frown graces your features when he drops his hand and you quickly pull them flush to your chest.  “Don’t be.”  You look away from him and nibble on your lips.  “Kiss me.”  You meet his eyes again.  “Please.”

When you ask so nicely, he’ll just have to oblige.

Eren reaches and runs his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it slightly and letting it go with a bounce.

“Pretty girl.”

Eren takes you by surprise as he rests his knee on the sofa next to your trembling thighs and captures your lips.  He groans at the sugary taste of your cherry lip balm.

It was everything you dreamt it would be. Eren’s lips were pillowy and they feel good as they wrap around your bottom lip, just before parting to let his teeth nibble on you.

“Eren.”  You whisper as he litters your jaw with kisses.  You are perfect and he wants nothing else but to have you right now.

His fingers brush on your clothed chest and reaches behind you to roughly tug at the zipper holding your dress together. Groaning when he finally felt your soft mounds even before he could see them.  A mewl escapes your lips and you cup his hands that are groping your soft bosom.

Eren often associated you with cuteness and youth but right now, you are a woman.  A woman with sultry eyes that are just inviting him in.

His hands press on the pudge of your stomach and you moan as he presses you harder against your plushies, closing your eyes when they go lower and lower until he caresses the petals of your flower behind your soft panties.

He pinches the oozing chub of your thigh above your thigh highs and traces his hand on your thighs up to your hips.  His long thick fingers hook on your panties and you could swear you heard a soft rip.

You cried when his knuckles brush along your puffed lips, collecting wetness as he did so just before slipping inside, the foreign intrusion having been too much that you push Eren’s shoulder slightly. Eren groans as he drags another knuckle just before stuffing you with it.

“Oh!”  You moan so obscenely and Eren was taking it all, his head fogging up with how much your virgin cunt was sucking on his fingers.

“You can take more, can’t you, baby?”  He grins against your jaw as he drags his fingers on your velvet walls.  “You can, yeah?”  Eren talks you through it until he’s slipped a third finger on you.  The stretch burns but you are far too needy to care.

“Ren.”  You whimper as your walls flutter around his fingers.  “Want you to f-…Want you to do it.”

He’s about to ruin you and you still can’t say the word.

He pulls them out, making your gasp.  Eren presses his forehead against yours and grips your thigh and his dripping fingers make you shiver.  “Yeah?  You think you can take it?”

You nod at him frantically.

“Alright.”  Eren snickers as he slips off his top along with the layer under it, his jeans come off next.  His movements are swift and you are struggling to keep up as you slide off your own dress.  

You shut your eyes when it springs free, slapping to his stomach.  

“What are you doing?  Look at me.”

Eren hooks his arms below your thigh high clad knees to drag you until you feel your back resting more against the plushies. “Come on, just a peak.”

You bite your cheek when you feel something stiff but squishy on your thighs and it drags to your folds.  Eren rocks his hips and you clutch to his enormous biceps when the thing slides on your lips and kisses your clit.

It feels soooo good.

But it wasn’t enough.  You want it inside.

“Fuck!  You’re leaking.”  

Your eyes flash open when you feel it caught on you entrance.

“There she is.”  Eren says almost condescendingly.  “Want you to look at it, baby.”

With much reluctance, you do.

And you wish you hadn’t.

“That’s too big for me.”  You whimper, your gentle fingers flying to his abdomen to try and push him away.  

“It’s alright, Y/N.  I’ll be gentle, yeah?”  Eren sinks deeper and the head disappears, making you tear up.

Eren does not ask for permission most of the time and is mostly just letting you know.

He scoops you up by your shoulder to have your chest pressed against him.  He’s mumbling on your shoulder, praising you, telling you how good you are making him feel. His hips haven’t stopped moving.

“Too full!”  You cry on his shoulder and Eren grits his teeth, sweat dripping down his temples as he tried to hold himself back.

“I’m almost all the way in.”  He glances between you and still half of him is yet to be put inside you.  “Just a little bit more, alright?”  He kisses your forehead and brings you close to him.  You cry on his shoulder as he shallowly thrusts.  “Just a little bit…”  and with one swift motion, he plunges all of him inside you.  “More.”

Your lips part to let out a voiceless scream.

Eren groans, the tightness was almost painful but he marvels at how good you’re making him feel.  You on the other hand has your eyes wide, the feeling of it is weird and incredibly excruciating.

“Get it out!”  You pounded on his back but Eren only groans even more, sucking on the tender flesh of your neck.  “You’re hurting me.”

He doesn’t stop your hands, ignores your whimpers, and the bright red lines you draw on the wide expanse of his well-toned back with your cherry colored nails.

A small rock with his hips has you mewling in pain.

“Come on, stop fighting it.”  He sighs, his rough fingers already tracing your clit, drawing circles and patterns and shapes that are yet to be discovered and named. “Relax for me.”

The natural response of your body doesn’t fail to impress him.  Eren takes pride when he manages to let your juices seep from your lips.  He got himself ingrained in every fiber of your being.

From the sweet noises and gasps spilling from your lips, it is not difficult to understand that you are feeling good at the moment.  A particular upward thrust had your foot kicking high up in the air, knocking one of your plushy to the floor.  Eren glances at the fallen innocent looking plush kitty and your debauched state and couldn’t resist stealing a kiss from you.

The heat pooling in your lower abdomen is spreading, making you impossibly more sensitive, feeling every drag of his heaviness on your walls.  Every bump and vein, all designed to make you feel euphoric.

Slowly, with every wave of pleasure, you feel your control of your body slipping.

It felt like falling.  An erotic scream bouncing on the walls.  The pleasure had your eyes rolling backwards as liquid fire courses through your veins.

“There you go.”  Eren laughs, only rocking his hips against you faster, his thumb tracing his name on your clit, dragging your release longer, as he was owning you.

A loud squelch of your own kitty being pounded by Eren had you all flushed and you pull your hands to cover your embarrassed state.  A futile attempt as Eren easily pulls your hands back to his shoulders.

“S alright, baby.  Sounds hot.”

You look up to Eren with love sick heart eyes, only pure admiration is what you feel towards the man who you gladly allowed to deflower you.  Even with sweat sliding down his chest, his brows twisted to a frown, his teeth gritted, everything about him is just so enticing.

You let your head rest on the softness of the plushies and you just watch Eren make you feel good.  

“What’s wrong, baby?”  His movements halted and he stiffens before moving his hips faster and more erratically.  “Tapping out?”

Gently, you hook your legs around his hips and you shake your head.  “Nope.” You giggle but it turns to a small hiccup when he lifts your legs and presses your knees to your shoulders. The soft thin fabric of the thigh highs rubbing on his heated bronzed skin.

What a scandalous way he has you right now. But Eren doesn’t care as he uses his weight to press your own legs on your torso and pounding into you with all he has, making his heavy balls slap the globes of your ass.

He has you folded so shamelessly and still has the cheekiness to grin at you.

“Look at you.”  

Broken mewls are all you can give him as he overwhelms you, overstimulating you in the best way he can.  A shiver runs through your body when you feel your juices seeping to your bum, definitely wetting the sofa.  You open your eyes and could see your feet rocking with Eren’s movements. Tiredness hit your hips first, crawling up your thighs.

“What’s wrong?”  Eren nips your nose when you scrunch it up.

You put a palm on his face to keep him away. “Hurts.  ‘M tired.”

He hums and you smile sleepily at him.  

But he isn’t letting up like how you expected him to.

“Ren.  Eren, please.”  You sob.

A snarl rips from Eren’s throat and you feel every rumble of his bulging pecs on your chest.  Your breath hitches when he buries himself inside you and stays there. Every twitch of him inside you, every ridge of his muscular thigh against your bum, and the warm spurt of his cum.

It was thick, goopy, and too much!  

Eren continues to fuck his cum deeper inside you, unfazed by the loud squelching your cunt makes.  Tears flow to your cheek as your body gives in to him for the second time that night.  Your walls pulse around him, milking his spent cock inside you.

“Whoa there.”  Eren coos as he kisses you shoulder, your body still twitching.  He holds your hip and slips out, his cum splashing on your swollen lips.

He straightens up, his chest rising and falling just like yours.  His hand reaches to cup your cheek and you share vulnerability with him.

But his walls return quickly.

With half lidded eyes, you watch Eren get up and pick up the shirt he tossed earlier.  You manage to lift yourself up to a sitting position to watch him open random drawers until he pulls out a small pink fabric.  Your head tilting to the side as he brings it to his nose and takes a deep whiff.

Too tired to fight back, you let him slip the fabric, which turned out to be your panty, up to your thighs until its snug on your cunt.  Immediately, you feel it turn sticky but you ignore it when Eren makes you raise your arms up as he helped you put on his shirt.

You pull the shirt slightly so you can read the print.  1.  

“It’s yours now.”  He tells you.

“But this is your jersey?”  You mumble while pulling a bunny plushy.

Eren buckles his belt and puts on his compression tank top.  “I got lots of it.”  He finally slips his shoes back on.  “Come on.”

You rise carefully, your bunny still squished in your arms.  “Where are we going?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, we didn’t use protection when we fucked.”  You flushed at his bluntness.  “We’ll go get you a pill.”

You grab your keys and you slip on the first footwear you see, your ballerina flats and you quickly run to Eren’s side after locking your door.  

You smile giddily when he didn’t say anything as you cling to his hand.

“I’m surprised to see your heels touching the ground.  I thought your feet are specially made for high heels only.”

You giggle like a school girl.  “Silly!”

The trip to the pharmacy was short and you are grateful the tired looking cashier didn’t ask anything else.  

You still haven’t let go of Eren’s hand when you are back in his car as he drives you back to the dorm.  A comfortable silence fills the car and you soon see the tall building of your university.

Eren reaches for your exposed knee when he brings the car to a halt as the traffic signal flashes red and you smile at him before popping a cherry flavored bubblegum in your mouth.  You grimace at the bitter aftertaste.  Eren chuckles at your expression making you erupt in giggles too.

You wish he’d say something, anything that would tell you that you’re not the only one exhilarated at what happened between you.

It was terrifying for you but you are glad you did it with him.

With your chest so full of warmth, you can’t help the words spilling from your lips.

“Eren, I know you feel what I feel.”

The traffic light flashes yellow and he remains silent, you can tell he’s having a battle in his head with the way he’s staring hard at the empty street in front of you, his jaw twitching with every passing second, his hold on your knee getting a tad tight.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to-”

“What are you talking about?”  He chuckled dryly as he pulls his hand from your knee to shift the gear stick.  “You know for a fucking fact that this doesn’t change anything between us.”

Your back hits the passenger seat with the speed of the car lurching forward.  Your chest tightens and the street lights bled together as tears fill your eyes. There was no commitment being made earlier as your bodies molded as one.  

He is not yours as you are not his.

“I did warn you not to get close to me.”

Sequel: Number One Fan

[dcla-confessions-send-your-amor]

ok guys i want to hear your opinions on smth since one of our anons inspired me:

do you guys have any insane crackships or just noncanon ships that you think that could work even if the characters like never interacted or anything? or maybe they do interact or maybe its just something bizarre or insane or a ship you just think has the potential to be really cute?

feel free to reblog this with your answers or send an ask ofc

because i have a few silly ones and i want to hear what your guyss are

ok so yeah share yours with us! and ill add mine below to get us started so 🤭

ok this is me officially saying that yes beto x ramallo is one of my crackships and thinking about them as a ship never fails to make me laugh its such a funny concept to me. also yeah i think victor has a crush on thiago and luan and pietro would be the boyfriends ever cause they both give off such lame dad energy. i also def ship ana and juliana from sl idk why but ohhh i love temporary relationships and i feel like they would be a great example of that. and ofc my favourite one is that i think gregorio and pablos went on a terrible accidental blind date. like they accidentally ended up on a date together somehow and the moment they met each other it was hate at first sight.

also yeah. i ship mara and pixie and pixie and carmin (this one makes more sense with canon) but idk i see the mixie vision like theres potential there i can feel it

no because pablo and gregorio actually have no compatibility at all not to mention pablo is so straight why is them on a blind date so funny to me like i need it

for me I think I'm gonna officially come out as a simón x benicio truther 💔. it's the dumbest concept of all time but I swear they dated before simón left for buenos aires.

but the best crackship in all of dcla is emilia x matteo because THEY SHOULD HAVE HOOKED UP IDC !!! they're literally both so gay and angry so what else would they have done??? man if sl wasn't a disney show they should have got me into the writers room because that whack kiss was not worth luna having a manic episode over and matteo getting lyric amnesia and falling from the fence.

anyways share with us every crack ship you have we wanna hear 😍

HELPPPP im going to cry the emitteo agenda makes me lose it.

also omg how did i forget about simicio i also think theyre exes.

also nico has the biggest one sided crush on matteo (esp in s3) and i also have this crack ship thats eric x ramiro and thats all im going to say (its a complete joke dw)

also now apparently tatric (eric x jazmins random love interest at the end of s3 is a thing thanks to my lovely co runner of this blog so uhhh) also eric x tomas from violetta im going to cry

[sadlynotthevoid]

The other day (like a month or two ago but shh) I had a weird dream where Jason Todd was running from ninjas (which is normal) carrying a little girl (which is not that weird) in the middle of a forest when he trips and falls way down through a shining circle.

(This is when things get weird)

Turns out the shining circle was a magic gate to a magic forest in a magical dimension.

He discovers it when he wakes up in a futuristic ship with little winged humanoid people and some dudes with weird uniforms and glowing blades (!!!). He's confused, tired, and doesn't understand what's their situation. So he asks for an explanation. And he gets one, more or less.

The little people introduce themselves as pixies, they were who found them. The purple-haired one, Lockette, says the magic gate should have been opened by a mayor spirit. "They do that sometimes", she tells.

The other guys, the human-sized ones he means, are called specialists. They are from what he only can refer to as a battle school. The school, Red Fountain, specializes in training its students in fighting, strategy, technology, and magic.

"These guys here", a pink-haired guy named Riven informs him, "are only an impromptu team, temporarily formed to take you and the girl to Red Fountain safely".

That gets him out of the cultural shock fast. Not completely, he's gonna be in awe and frick out later when he feels better, but at least for the next days he'll be to worried to care.

Because the girl, Mara— his pupil, his cousin, his to protect and care for— hasn't woken up yet.

————

So, yeah, I had a weird dc x Winx crossover dream and I don't know what happens next because I woke up. I just needed to take it out of the deep part of my brain.

[thedarkangelpuppet]

Janstar Universe

[cuntylittlesalmon]

[id: a photo of a half-peeled clementine on a black background. above it in a white serif font reads “stillwater” and in an orange cursive font reads “stillwater”. at the bottom of the image in a white serif font reads “r.v.k. allen” with an orange wave pattern at the very bottom. /end id]

- STILLWATER -

genre young adult // southern gothic horror

status drafting

pov / tense first person, single pov // past tense

expected word count 70000

themes grief | healing | survivor’s guilt | classism | misogyny

trigger warnings graphic depictions of death, drowning, severe mental illness, on-page suicide, underage drinking and smoking, drug use, homophobia/lesbophobia

aesthetics a refreshing swim during a heatwave, gas stations at two in the morning, sitting on a bed with someone you care about while you can hear loud music playing in the other room at a party, the numbness of too much grief, the crushing feeling of being a second too slow

- CHARACTERS -

C.J. Bates - a 17 year old goth girl full of bad decisions and cigarette smoke ;; lesbian ;; whether or not the dead people following her around are actual ghosts or just the manifestation of her own guilt has yet to be determined

Wynona Johnson - an 18 year old who holds to title of that other goth girl in town with pride ;; lesbian ;; way to caring for her own good, and it ends with her being best friends with someone who’d drive their own truck into the lake if it meant finally getting a quiet night

Austin Greaves - a 17 year old blue haired manic pixie dream boy ;; gay ;; honestly, he’s just trying his best in a world that’s been sucking his soul dry since day one

Levi Edwards - an 18 year old with a sharp tongue and a soft heart ;; bisexual ;; he doesn’t really care for most of the people in his life, but he won’t leave them cause the alternative is much more terrifying

Mara Harding - a 19 year old mom friend by force, and she makes it everyone’s problem ;; ??? ;; she’ll back up anyone who needs it, but don’t worry, she’ll only hold it over their head forever

- ABOUT -

>> It’s three weeks until the end of senior year, the hot rich girl’s birthday party is that night, and all CJ can think about is how great it’ll feel when she finally hops in her truck and leaves this shithole of a town behind. That is, until the hot rich girl is found face-down in the lake the next morning, and CJ starts seeing her everywhere.

when i shared the preemptive outline with a friend, they said (and i quote) “this is really fucked up”. so, there’s that! i’m currently pitching it as summer sons x the haunting of bly manor but if the setting was in georgia and the awful, centuries old spirit leaves it up to her victims so she doesn’t get her own hands dirty.

there’s lots of self-indulgent scenes in the water cause i really, really like describing water, and also a main sapphic romance arc because i cannot be stopped <3

taglist below the cut! ask to be +/-

@childhoodlovers @happyorogeny @stormharbors @chazzawrites @birdywrote @mcximilians @dauntlessshadowice1 @snowinks @butterfly-tteeth @loverofallthingssmart

[bonjour-rainycity]

Double Heart | Chapter Three ~ Cosima

|previous part|

Pairing: Haldir x OFC

Rating: PG

Word count: 3857

Warnings: None

**Read on Ao3 under the user “bonjour_rainycity” if you prefer!**

A/n Thanks for your response to the previous chapters! I hope you all are doing well <3

In the morning, it’s Orophin who wakes me. I accept his offer of breakfast readily, even if it’s more of the same bread and now-soggy fruit. Rumil offers me a knowing smile, promising more interesting food once we sit at Elrond’s table, and I hold on to that hope. After a hasty breakfast, I work on finishing mending the two tunics. I’m nearly done when I feel a presence behind me and turn my head.

Haldir stands, tall and intimidating as ever, peering over my shoulder.

I purse my lips, trying to hold in a laugh. His behavior is so much stranger than that of the others. “Yes?”

He narrows his eyes, scrutinizing my work, then nods once. “That will do. Thank you for your work.” He raises his voice so all can hear. “We leave in ten minutes.” He holds out a hand, and I place the shirts there, still trying to get over hearing the words ‘thank you’ from him. I honestly didn’t think he was the type.

The more you know, I guess.

Like the others, I hurry to pack my things. Because, over the limited time I’ve spent with this group, I quickly came to realize that when Haldir says ten minutes, he actually means ten minutes, and only ten minutes. I stifle a laugh. Mara would never—

A gasp tears through my throat, and I drop my bag.

Sharp tings ring through the air — the sound of metals scraping against each other. Absently, I recognize it as the sound of swords being drawn from their scabbards.

Haldir appears at my side, gripping my elbow and drawing me nearer to him. “What is it?” His voice is low, urgent, and, though he speaks to me, his eyes never pause their scan of our surroundings.

Belatedly, I realize my error. Of course they would think I saw something of concern. But the memory is taking form now, my head begins to pound and ache with the effort, and I have to work to assemble a sentence. I don’t want to lose focus, to lose the memories. “No, it’s—” I try to explain, try to communicate that we’re not in any danger—that I know of. “I only…” I bring a hand to my temple and take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. “It’s not an attack, sorry for scaring you guys. It’s just, well, I’m remembering something.”

Baranor jogs over to me, sheathing his sword. Haldir is much slower to relax, and releases my arm in favor of walking the perimeter of our camp.

“Tell us about it,” Baranor encourages. “It might help you recall more.”

“It’s nothing helpful or important,” I preface apologetically, but he only waves it off.

“Any memory is a sign of recovery. Now, go on!”

“Okay.” I take a deep breath and close my eyes, trying to remember as much as possible. The initial ache in my head is fading, though it sharpens when I try to concentrate too hard on any one detail. “I was thinking of how I better hurry up and get my supplies together because Haldir is the type of person—well, you guys would say ellon, I guess—who means what he says, so I sure as hell better be ready in ten minutes. Then, out of nowhere, I remembered a friend from home—Mara. She’s…” the memory warps and dips out of sight, but I chase after it, feeling my pulse race. I want to remember. I want to know more. The memory comes back to me and I am rewarded for my efforts with more details about my friend. “She’s taller than me but shorter than you, has a pixie cut, and always wears these ridiculous blue sneakers, no matter the occasion.” I feel a pang of fondness for this important person I’ve only just remembered. Is this what missing someone is like? “But I think she came to mind because she’s always late, to the point where, if I hosted a party or something, I would have to tell her it started earlier than it did in the hope that she would show up on time. Oh, it would make—” And the progress stops. I strain my mind, trying to force it to go deeper, to learn more, to try harder, but nothing happens. All I receive in return is a splitting headache, one that makes me grimace against the pain. I can’t remember anything else about Mara, or place her in any other memories, or find the person she always angered with her tardiness.

Feeling a little defeated, I shrug.

Baranor gives me an encouraging smile, shaking his head. “You are doing well. I think, with adequate rest and time for your head to heal, and perhaps some intervention of Elrond’s, you will have your memory restored. Do not lose hope.”

I accept his reassurance, as well as his leg-up for the horse, and spend the remainder of the morning wracking my brain, searching for more memories of a friend I didn’t know I had.

{***}

By midday, the sun is bearing down on us hotter than it has before. I shed my cloak, using my newly acquired riding proficiency to keep my balance while tucking the fabric into my bag. I glance at my companions, each of whom wears a metal chest plate, a bow and quiver on his back, and various swords and knives on his belt. It makes me feel overheated just looking at them. “How are you all not miserable in that armor? I’m burning up and I’m just in a tunic and leggings!”

“Ah, dear Cosima, you are mistaken.” Rumil pulls up next to me and Baranor, shaking his head in mock sadness. “You see, we are miserable. We are absolutely baking with all the added weight we carry.”

From his spot ahead of us, Orophin snorts, a noise I’m not sure I’ve ever heard from him. “This is nothing, little brother. You weren’t part of the guard when Haldir made us run for miles during the hottest part of the day in the hottest part of the summer in full battle armor and weaponry for seven days in a row.”

“Ah, yes.” Haldir chimes in, and I can hear the hint of a smile in his voice. It softens it slightly, makes him sound less harsh. “I remember that drill. Perhaps I should bring it back. It seems the newer members of the guard aren’t as well-adjusted as those who went through such special training.”

Rumil visibly pales. “Haldir you wouldn’t.”

“Oh I most certainly would,” he shoots back, his signature haughty tone coming forth once again. But he turns his head over his shoulder, giving his youngest brother a teasing look.

I laugh, caught off guard by Haldir’s playfulness and Rumil’s woeful expression. Haldir returns facing forward and rolls his shoulder back, seeming perfectly pleased with the knowledge that he can still torment his little brother. I twist to stick my tongue out at Rumil, who responds with a glare.

“I wouldn’t laugh if I were you, Cosima.” I snap my head back in Haldir’s direction. Surely he’s not… “If you decide to return to Lothlórien with us, I am having you fitted with armor for the return journey.” He turns over his shoulder once more, fixing me with a single raised eyebrow. “And it will be well into summer by then.”

He turns away, apparently not phased by the quiet chuckles of Orophin and Baranor, nor the gleeful guffaws of Rumil.

“Rude,” I mutter under my breath, but this only makes them all laugh harder.

The sparse cloud cover shifts and the rays of the sun concentrate on the top of my head. Its warmth knots and multiples in the tangles of my hair, and I want nothing more than to have some relief from the awful heat. I grimace, wishing I had something to use to put my hair up. I steal jealous looks at my companions who call themselves elves. Their hair is just as long as mine and it doesn’t seem to bother them one bit. While mine collects frizz like it’s gold, their hair remains perfectly straight and smooth, falling over their shoulders almost languidly. My inspection of their hair reveals something I hadn’t taken much notice of before — the subtle yet intricate braids each of them wears. And though there is hair wrapped around the end of each braid, obscuring what I hope is there, something has to be holding the braids in place—right? Otherwise, they would fall and sit straight like the hair is made to.

It’s worth the ask.

I raise my voice a bit, calling out to the whole group. “Long shot, but does anyone have a hair tie? Preferably big enough for me to get around all of my hair?”

Orophin and Baranor shake their heads. Rumil makes a show of checking his wrists and the pouch attached to his belt, but comes back with only a look of apology.

Shoot.

Though he never falters in keeping his horse at a quick pace, I notice Haldir twist slightly, rummaging through one of his bags. Quick as a flash, he tosses something behind him which Rumil catches easily, though I myself can barely follow the object’s movements. Rumil grins, presenting me with a tan, thin circle of leather. He demonstrates spreading his fingers and the leather stretches.

I take the hair tie, smiling broadly. Perfect. “Thanks, Haldir!” He says nothing, only nods in acknowledgment. I fight the urge to roll my eyes. He’s back to business, then.

Rumil brings his horse closer to the one Baranor and I ride, and I notice even Orophin shooting me interested looks. I raise an eyebrow self-consciously. “What?”

Rumil scrutinizes the hair tie, then the waves that fall down my back. “What are you going to do with a tie that large?”

I squint, partially at the shift in the sun’s angle, and partially in confusion at Rumil’s question. “I’m…going to put it up in a bun?” The looks they give me have me questioning my choice. Is that wrong, somehow?

Baranor tilts his head towards me as much as he can. “A bun?”

“Yeah, I—wait.” I pause, recalling that they only way they’ve worn their hair so far is down with the small braids added in. “Do you guys leave your hair down all the time?”

“For the most part.” Rumil shrugs. “Sometimes during battle or heavy training we will tie it all back in one or a few braids, but elves traditionally let their hair grow long and leave it down.”

“Interesting,” I murmur, taking the time to really look at each of their heads. Haldir, Rumil, and Orophin’s braids have similarities, but are in no way identical, and Baranor’s are completely different. I begin to catch on. “So, do the braids mean something, then?”

“Exactly,” Rumil nods, a twinkle in his eye. “It’s up to the elf to decide what to put in their hair, but most at least indicate where they hail from and from which family. Most warriors will denote who they are with braids—healers and scholars, too. If you are courting, that’s a specific braid as well, to show other elves that you are off-limits unless the courtship is broken.”

I smile, seeing their hair in a whole new light. “I never knew they meant something. The braids are beautiful.”

Rumil tosses his hair in my direction, letting me see the interlocking twists and tucks of a complicated ladder braid. “Mine the most, right?”

I roll my eyes, shooting my cheeky companion a grin. “If you say so.”

But all this talk of hair is reminding me just how hot my own is making me, and I am endlessly grateful for the means to put it up. I grip the horse tighter with my legs, preparing to release my arms from Baranor’s stabilizing middle. “Don’t let me fall,” I whisper, nerves gathering in my stomach as I chance a look at the ground passing under the horse’s thundering hooves.

“Of course,” he nods, and I swear the horse rides smoother.

Tentatively, I unwrap my arms from the thing that steadies me, putting more hope into my legs to keep me on the horse. I take a few deep breaths, straightening my back and keeping myself as still as possible while continuing to rock with the horse. Once I feel solid, I reach my hands up, gathering my hair. I don’t remember the last time I did this, but the muscle memory is there. I pull my hair into a high ponytail, beginning to twist the long strands around each other.

The horse jolts and I suck in a breath, feeling my body jerk to the right. Rumil shoots out an arm, steading me quickly. I give him a look of relieved thanks and continue, twisting my hair with one hand and wrapping the tie with the other. From the corner of my eye, I notice Orophin slow his horse a little, falling back to ride closer to us. He alternates between watching our surroundings and shooting curious glances at my hair. With a final twist, the bun is secured, and I take a moment to pull at the top and the sides so it’s not too tight.

Smiling broadly, I drop my arms, wrapping them around Baranor once again. “Ha! I did it!”

“Great job,” Rumil grins, voice thick with sarcasm. “Soon you will be able to shoot a bow while riding at a full gallop.”

Orophin snorts at his brother’s joke, speeding up once again to return to his place near Haldir.

“Oh, be quiet,” I snark, just happy to have a little relief from the heat.

A low bird call sounds from somewhere around us, and I tilt my head upwards, looking for the source. I’ve never heard a twitter like that before. “What kind—”

“Shh,” Rumil hisses, all traces of humor gone. I turn to him in confusion, then notice the way each of them sits straighter, more tense, a hand on the weapon nearest to him. I shrink against Baranor, heart beginning to race.

Something’s wrong.

I guess I wouldn’t know for sure, but I have the sneaking suspicion that I’ve never been in a fight. And, while I have no reason to doubt these men that I’ve somehow come to trust in such a short time, how can I really know if they are as great warriors as they say? For all I know, their perception of themselves could be horribly skewed, and we’re about to be attacked and overpowered.

I feel my hands shaking.

Baranor inclines his head in my direction, catching my attention. “It’s alright. It is just one man, as far as we can tell, but Haldir will want to ascertain that we are not walking into a trap. Stay silent and do not draw attention to yourself. We are going to approach him.”

As if on some unspoken order, Haldir and Orophin draw their swords. Rumil takes the bow from his back and smoothly nocks an arrow. I try to exhale quietly, fear making my breath catch in my throat. I tighten my grip around Baranor and press my forehead against the cool metal of his chest plate. Part of me feels incredibly wimpy hiding behind him, but the part of me in charge of survival instincts says I should be doing more…like, running in the opposite direction, perhaps.

Our horses slow and I try calm my racing heart.

We come to a stop.

“Identify yourself.” Haldir’s voice is always strong, always full of authority, but this is like I’ve never heard it before. It rings with both confidence and the sharp edge of a threat. If this was my first encounter with him, I would be shaking in my boots.

Silence.

I can practically feel the tension in the air.

The stress of not knowing what’s going on, not knowing what I’m facing, adds to my fear. I exhale, gathering my courage. I’m gonna have to look. Leaving myself no time to change my mind, I stretch my head to the side, peeking around Baranor’s shoulder.

And the memories come rushing back.

“Alex,” I breathe, my body feeling hot and cold all at once.

His head snaps from Haldir’s to mine, and the color drains from his face. “Cosima!”

I swing my leg over the horse’s back and jump to the ground. I’ve never gotten off the horse without help, and the force with which I hit the earth sends shocks of pain up my body. I ignore it, pushing myself to meet Alex as he runs towards me. We collide, gripping each other in a tight hug.

“What,” I gasp, pressing my face into the crook of his neck. I burst into tears. “What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here, what about you?” He pulls back slightly, gripping my arms and looking me over. “Why are you crying, what’s wrong? Have they hurt you?” He sends an accusatory glare at the men behind me.

I follow his gaze, noticing for the first time that Orophin has dismounted and stands near my shoulder, glowering at Alex.

I hurry to set the record straight. “No. No, they’ve been nothing but kind and helpful.” I sniffle, running a sleeve over my cheek. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

He smiles, placing a hand on my neck and pulling me back into a hug. “It’s okay. It’s just the stress.” At his words and the comforting motion of his hand running up and down my back, my tears begin to subside.

I hear the soft sound of boots connecting with dirt and turn just in time to see Haldir striding up to us, falling in line next to Orophin. Like his brother, he sets Alex with a hard, untrusting gaze. “You are traveling alone?”

Alex’s jaw tightens. “You kidnapped my friend?”

I twist out of Alex’s hold, turning so I can keep both him and my companions in view.

Haldir’s expression doesn’t change, he only raises his chin in defiance of Alex’s accusation. “We are elves, guardians of the great realm of Lothlórien, traveling upon invitation to Imladris. We found Cosima alone, like you, and offered her our aid. If, perhaps, you become more cooperative, we would be prepared to extend the same offer to you.”

Alex leans forward and Haldir raises an eyebrow, as if daring him to make a move. Orophin’s weight shifts to his back foot. I angle myself to face Alex, gripping his elbows. “It’s okay, honestly. If it weren’t for them I’d be dead by now. They can help you, too. Just answer their questions.”

Alex continues to glare, but I can see the resolve leave him. He looked peaked, and weak, and dark shadows sit under his hazel eyes. How long has he been here? Would I look like this, if the others hadn’t found me?

“Yes,” he acquiesces. “I’m traveling alone. I woke up on the riverbank three days ago and have been wandering around looking for civilization since. I don’t remember anything before that other than my name—Alexander. Now I remember Cosima too, and my nickname, I guess.”

Baranor slides off his horse, joining us with the bag I recognize as the one keeping his healing supplies. Haldir holds up a hand, stopping Baranor’s approach.

“Two humans that know each other wake up on the bank of the same river on the same day with no memory. One was strange enough, but two?” He looks between me and Alex, eyebrow raised. “Perhaps Elrond can offer insight.”  

“Elrond,” Alex questions, his voice guarded once again.

I explain before Haldir and his attitude can. “He’s a friend of theirs in a city across the mountains. That’s where they’re traveling, so it’s where we’re going, too.”

Alex sets me with a look that quite obviously questions my sanity. “You agreed to follow them to another town through the mountains?”

I recoil at his tone, as well as the attack on my common sense. “Yes, I did. Because they’re nice and my only other option was waiting along the riverbank hoping another equally helpful party came along. Because if you haven’t noticed, Alex, there aren’t any cities here. It’s not like I can just walk up to someone’s house and call for help.”

He sighs, running a hand through his unkempt sandy hair. “But you could have waited. I was walking in that direction, I would have found you eventually.”

I throw my hands in the air, actually annoyed now. “There’s no way either of us could have known the other was here! I woke up the same as you did—with nothing. No context, no memories, no supplies. In light of that, I don’t think we’re in the position to be picky when help comes our way. We have to adapt, Alex, and quickly. It won’t end well for us if we don’t.”

His lip curls at my words. I try to soften my tone, knowing we are heading for an argument and that isn’t helpful to anyone right now. “You’re tired. You’ve been wandering for three days, I’m guessing without enough food or rest. Let us help you.”

Alex looks between me and the men behind me. With a start, I realize that I’ve just encountered a long-lost friend, someone quite important to me based on the onslaught of memories, and, to him, it must seem that I’m abandoning him in favor of taking the side of these newcomers. Guilt weighs uncomfortably in my stomach.

“Okay,” he sighs, shaking his head. “I’ll go along with this—for now.”

Haldir nods, already walking towards his horse. “We ride until nightfall, then we will stop for food and rest. Be prepared to ride hard. We must make up for the time we lost with all this bickering.” Aside from the usual command in his tone, there’s a note of annoyance. He is so impatient.

I give Alex one last hug, feeling bad for my treatment of him. He’s my only link to my home, the only person here I can really, truly trust. I shouldn’t be at odds with him. “We’ll figure this out. Don’t worry.” He doesn’t respond, only follows me to the horses.

Baranor bends to give me a leg up, but a voice halts us both. “Cosima, you ride with Rumil now. Baranor—keep Alexander on the back of your horse.”

Why? I glance at Haldir in confusion. He eyes me steadily, shaking his head once. I sigh, deciding to go along with it. I give Baranor a small wave of goodbye and join Rumil.

“On to bigger and better things, then?” He winks, kneeling and locking his fingers together.

“Oh, shut up,” I roll my eyes, chuckling as I step into his hands and swing my leg over the horse. He settles in front of me and takes the reins, and, before I know it, this company of five has become a company of six.

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[catra-goddess-of-lesbians]

(SPOILERS) Out of context She-Ra season 5 reactions

I wrote as I was watching, it helps me cope 😂

• CATRA HISSES WHEN SHE'S STARTLED I LOVE IT SM

• "We'd stay up all night whispering about... y'know, whatever." SHE BLUSHED, WAS CATRADORA A THING IN THE PAST

• REDEMPTION ARC YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSHDKAKVKSKGKSKGKEJDKXDKJDDKJDJD

• "I'll never say sorry to anyone!"

"Adora! I'm sorry!"

CATCH ME SOBBING

• CATRA DOES THIS BEAUTIFUL THING WHERE SHE DOESN'T DIE AND IM LOVING IT

• KYLE HAS A CRUSH ON ROGELIO SJKCKWKCKDKDKVKFKDKGKEKFKVKMEKDKKFJKF AAAAAAAAAHHHHH BBYS

• Glimmer has PTS from being held captive and I'm honestly glad because a lot of shows and stuff usually just have the character brush it off and I like that it showed her distress about it.

• CATRA NOOOOO

• WHEN I SAID I WANTED SHORT HAIR CATRA THIS ISN'T WHAT I MEANT

• I feel like Catra touching the back of Adora's neck was her crying for help and giving Adora a hint on how to free her.

• DID CATRA JUST BREAK HER FUJUCKING BONES

• ADORA CATCHING HER AND HUGGING HER

THAT IS ALL

• ADORA PLEASE NOTICE THE FUCKING CHIP ON THE BACK OF HER NECK P L E A S E

• "Kisskisskisskisskisskiss-- fUCK"

- me for the 184828184th time this season

• "Promise?"

wHY

• DID SHE JUST

NO

CATRA PLEASE DO THAT BEAUTIFUL THING AGAIN

PLEASE

I BEG OF YOU

• SHE-RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--

• SHE FUCLING RAPUNZELED CATRA AND I LOVE IT

NOW KISS

• "Hey, Adora."

MY GAY ASS IS SOBBING

• That Catradora hug is what's gonna get me through quarantine.

• Remember what I said about giving characters realistic PTS. That.

• CATRA PLEASE STOP ACTING TOUGH FOR ONE SECOND

• WOW ADORA, JUST FLIP HER LIKE THAT

IM NOT SAYING SHE DIDN'T DESERVE IT

BUT W O W 😂

• Catra has the lil stripes on her back and it's so cute--

• Catra is more self-deprecating than me and my friends combined oop--

• Frosta, give Micah a break, he misses Glimmer and wants to feel like a dad again--

• Okay, Catra and Adora definitely in a relationship in the past. Like, the way Catra held her hand, and how Adora blushed, you can't tell me they weren't canon while Adora was still in the Horde.

• Catra blushing when she sees She-Ra 2.0 is a big mood

• THEY ACCEPTED CATRA WITH OPEN ARMS I'M SO HAPPY

• sPINNERELLA N O

• CATRA LOOKS HOT WITH A PIXIE CUT AND HER NORMAL CLOTHES WTF

ALSO HER JUMPING INTO ADORA'S LAP IS A MOOD

• THE NEW INTRO IS SO SWEET OMFG

WITH THEM SMILING INSTEAD OF FIGHTING

• IM GETTING DOUBLE TROUBLE VIBES NOOOOO

• Anyone else think Peekablue is Double Trouble? No? Just me? Okay--

• MERMISTA AND SEAHAWK

THAT IS ALL

• HOW CAN CATRA SAY SCORPIA IS BAD AT SINGING THIS IS BADASS

• SCORPIA X PERFUMA? IS THIS SMTH WE'RE LOOKING AT?? BECAUSE I'M FINE WITH THAT

• Okay Peekablue is DEFINITELY Double Trouble--

WHO WAS RIGHT? HAHAAAAA

• NETOSSA NOOOOOOOO

• MERMISTA NOOOOOOOOOOO

THIS HURTS

• IM NOT EVEN GONNA MENTION NAMES SPECIFICALLY ANYMORE JUST KNOW EVERY TIME A NEW PERSON GETS CHIPPED IM CRYING INSIDE

• DT is so overdramatic and honestly I'm living for it

THEY CALLED SEAHAWK "HOT STUFF" IM DEAD

• Scorpia I love you and you deserve better

• So did Netossa

• THEY UPDATE THE INTRO TO SHOW EVERYONE THAT'S BEEN CHIPPED

THANKS I HATE IT

• CATRA'S SPACE SUIT HAS COMPARTMENTS FOR HER EARS

THAT IS ALL

bOW AGREES

• BOW AND GLIMMER KNOW WHAT'S UP WITH CATRADORA

OR AT LEAST THEY'RE STARTING TO

• THEY WARMED UP TO CATRA AND ARE JOKING WITH HER AND AKJCNWKCKEKSF THIS IS WHAT I WANTED SINCE SEASON ONEEEEEEEE

• BOW COOING OVER CATRA IS MY MOOD 24/7

• YOU MEAN TO TELL ME CATRA'S CUTE ASS SNEEZE HELPED HER WTF

• I WANT A MELOG PLUSHIE

• NE TOS SAAAAA

• tHEY'RE MARRIED AWWWWW

WAIT NO THAT MEANS IT HURTS NETOSSA MORE NO

THIS IS NOT HOW I WANTED TO LEARN THEY WERE MARRIED

• Glimmer picking up Frosta and spinning her gives me life.

• FROSTA PUNCHED CATRA INTO THE NEXT MILLENNIA

• NETOSSA REALLY PULLED THE SPRAY BOTTLE ON CATRA IM DEAD

• SCORPIA REALLY YEETED CATRA

• But wouldn't Scorpia and Mermista be a bad combination? Like, electricity and water? Scorpia would use her power and electrocute Mermista's chip off.

• "WE DON'T THROW TANKS AT OUR FRIENDS."

• Perfuma really called Catra out on her abandonment issues like that 😂

I'm not saying she's wrong but w o w

• WHY DO THEY HAVE AN EPISODE CALLED FAILSAFE, MY YOUNG JUSTICE HEART IS SCARED

• Why would Shadow Weaver try touching Catra knowing how she emotionally manipulated her her wHOLE FUCKING LIFE?

• Catra jumping into a ring of fire to save Adora is what is keeping me from passing out after pulling an all-nighter to watch this.

"Did you just jump into fire for me? 😏"

• "Catra confuses you." AND YOU DON'T?

• Oop Catra heard--

• "What do you want Adora?" SHE WANTS YOU FOR CRYING OUT LOUD

• BOW X GLIMMER BOW X GLIMMER BOW X GLIMMER

• SPINNERELLA AND NETOSSA ARE KISSING IN THE THEME PICTURE IN THE HEART PART 1 AND IM LIVING FOR IT

• Melog do be calling Catra out on her bullshit tho

• "Adora doesn't want me! Not like I want her." CATRADORAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AT LEAST ONE-SIDED

BUT ADORA IS DUMB OF ASS SO IT'LL PROLLY STAY THAT WAY TBH

• KISSKISSKISSKISSKISSKISSKISS-- FUCK

• CATRA AND GLIMMER? SORRY, I ONLY KNOW HORDE SCUM AND SPARKLES

• "Bow... I love you."

THE NOISE I MADE WAS NOT HUMAN

• THAT FOREHEAD KISS WAS E V E R Y T H I N G

• Mara said Adora is so close to love. C A T R A?

• GLIMMER COMIN IN HOT AND KICKING ASS AS PER USUAL

• Seahawk and Mermista's relationship is so cute and so dumb and so underrated

• Adora gives me Shiro vibes when she's sitting against the stone with a hand on her wound. Then again, this whole season has been giving me Voltron vibes so 🤷‍♂️

• CATRA I ADORE YOU

• Wha?? There's really??? A part in Shadow Weaver?? That?? Cares about Catra??

• I honestly think the only people that are sad she died are Adora and Catra 🤷‍♂️

• dOUBLE TROUBLE

• If Adora dies I swear--

• Omfg I don't know what that outfit is but it's pretty--

WAIT

WAIT

IS THIS HER AND CATRA'S WEDDING???

Okay it's Scorpia's ball but it's definitely Catradora and their outfits are pretty

Also I didn't know I needed ponytail Catra until now

• "I LOVE YOU" KEKGKDKGKELFKFMFMRKSKFJGJWGJDKDCKFKF

THAT IS ALL

• "You love me?"

KFKALXKFKAKVKWKVKSKCKAMBKAKVKDKFK THAT'S THE CUTEST THING EVER OMFG

• KISSKISSKISSKISSKISSKISSKISS--

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESKGJSJVKDKFKESKKFFKKVKRFKGKEKF

• Best true love's kiss? Snow White? No. Princess and the Frog? No. Catradora.

• In this house, we stan big ass space tree.

• "Hello. I'm your dad."

That is all. 😂

• BOW AND GLIMMER ARE THE CAPTAINS OF CATRADORA CHANGE MY MIND

[shortytori]

My OCs

Decided to post my list of ocs. I am pretty sure I am not missing any, and if I am I will no doubt cry. If you have any questions about any of my ocs or would like to see how they look go ahead and ask me!

My OCs for my verse:

Edward (Hero)

Son of Beast Boy and Raven

Will mostly be used for callyieverse content

Hex (Villain)

Daughter of Jinx and Alan Albright

Minor villain. Just likes to cause chaos

Jamal’s girlfriend

Has a half-brother she barely knows

Jamal (Villain)

Son of Hotspot and Argent

He doesn’t agree with children and teens being forced to become heroes because they have supernatural abilities

Has a younger sister named Cecilia, who is a young hero

Hex’s boyfriend

Bella (Hero)

Daughter of Cameron mixed with Chemical X

Forced to be home-schooled for most of her life, so she’s lacking some social skills

Is only 18 and in a junior in college

Tanda Liv (Villain)

Daughter of Mandy and Gaz

A reaper-in-training. Also leader of Mandy’s undead army in the Underworld

Fang’s secret girlfriend

Tangaroa (Hero)

Son of Tempest and Starfire

Winston (Hero)

Son of Tootie and Tuck

Younger half-brother of Seth Carbunkle

Wants to revolutionize the world for prosthetics

Yoko (Neutral/Civilian)

Daughter of Tak and Gizmo

Makes weapons for anyone who is willing to pay her price

Ranger (Civilian)

Son of Rojo and Motor Ed

Best known mechanic in the city

Will mostly be used to callyiverse content

Cleo and Leo (Villains)

Twin children of Rocket Roxy and Motor Ed

Will mostly be used for callyieverse content

Winona and North Jewel (Civilian and Villain)

Children of Poison Ivy and Dr. Blight

Winona is a conservationist

North Jewel is a student at Masters’ School for Exceptional Boys

Will mostly be used for callyieverse content

Castor (Civilian)

Son of Gwen and Dib

Half-sibling to Envie and Rogen

Paladinverse canon

Thalia (Civilian)

Daughter of Velma and Dipper

Best friend to Castor

Loves orange and yellow

Rodr’ryk (Villain)

Son of Blackfire and Vlad Masters

Noemi and Kali (Civilian)

Daughters of Dee Dee and Nergal Jr. 

Xavier, Cindy, and Dalton (undecided)

Children of XJ9 and Brad

Mihetah (Villain)

Daughter of Queen Mandie and Skulker

Wanita (Villain)

Daughter of Juandisimo and Pixie Queen

Julie (Hero)

Daughter of Speedy and an OC named Harper

Reynard (Hero)

Son of Cat Noir and Katnappé

Abe (Hero)

Child of Connie and Marco

Florian (Hero)

Son of Trent and Bloom

Loves his half-brother

Randall “Jax” (Civilian) 

Son of Trent and Gwen

Hates his half-brother

Hates his father

Hates Max

Mattison “Max” (Civilian)

Son of Duncan and Mandy

Half siblings with Edith and Tyson

Tyson (Civilian)

Son of Duncan and Nikki

Edith (Civilian)

Daughter of Duncan and Daphne

Haven and Desmond (Hero)

Children of Bubbles and KO

Devin (undecided)

Son of Dexter and Kevin

Crystal Claire (Villain)

Daughter of Steven and Star

Dylann (undecided)

Son of Aqualad (Kaldur)

Joel and Bethany (Civilian)

Children of Bridgette and Broseph

Karlee and Makayla (Hero)

Daughters of Bumblebee and Static Shock

Mara (deceased)

Deceased daughter of Jack Spicer and Buttercup

Marquise (Hero)

Adopted son of Cyborg

Shelby (Villain)

Daughter of Dick Grayson and Rose Wilson

Oren (Villain)

Son of Slade Wilson

Royal, Toshiro, Aina (Villain)

Grandchildren of Trigon

Tanya (Civilian)

Daughter of Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle

Daughters of Wuya (Villain)

Shayna’s other parent is Butt Witch

Zi has no other parent

Fang’s other parent is Aku

Jeremiah (Hero)

Son of Blossom and AJ

Doesn’t want to go into hero work but is being pushed by parents

Lovelyn and Laylin (Hero)

Daughters of Blossom and Wade

Luis (Hero)

Son of Jessica Cruz and OC

Father walked out of him but has been trying to get back in his life again

Paula and Tatiana are his half siblings

Racheal (Civilian)

Daughter of Tucker Foley and Monique

Porter (Civilian)

Son of Jude and Emma

Gabriella, Gema, and Pahola (undecided)

      -    Daughters of LaCienega and Raimundo Pedrosa

Cypress Roseborne (Villain)

Granddaughter of Preston Change-o and Mother Mae Eye

Parents are Diana and Oscar Roseborne

Tamika (Hero)

Daughter of Menos and OC named Savana

Samuel and Emilia (Hero)

Children of Mas and OC named Mari

Eugene Sanchez (Civilian)

Son of Eddy and Penny

[deathlxpenhallow]

TAG GAME!! 85 BLOODY QUESTIONS!!!

1. How old are you? 18

2. Favorite scent? I don’t have a sense of smell lol

3. Sun, moon or stars? Moon

4. The book or the movie? Books ^.^

5. What’s your zodiac sign? Libra

6. How big is your heart? Very big uwu

7. How old were you when you had your first kiss? 17 lol

8. Tattoos or piercings? Piercings

9. Favorite flower? Orchids

10. Favorite animal? Owls and pudgy birds

11. Are you happy? I mean not really but I know it’s temporary

12. Favorite song at the moment? Miss You by Louis Tomlinson

13. Last movie you watched? Kill Your Darlings

14. What are you reading right now? Daughters of the Storm

15. How old were you when you had your first heartbreak? I haven’t

16. Something that you love? My chemistry professor

17. Something that you hate? Possessive partners

18. Favorite color? Fluorescent purple fuchsia

19. Favorite season? Fall

20. Coffee or tea? Tea

21. Favorite food? Pretzels

22. Something you can’t live without? Oxygen

23. What is it that you are but wish you weren’t? Insecure

24. What is it that you are NOT but wish you were? More athletic

25. Do you have a crush at the moment? Does my lover count

26. Three things you are scared of? Being trapped places I can’t escape from with no control over my situation, confrontation, and isolation

27. Dream destination? New Zealand or the Netherlands

28. Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate

29. First thing you notice in a person when you see them? Smile

30. Favorite book/TV ship? Drarry, Luna x Ginny, Malec, Helen x Aline, Luke Skywalker x Mara Jade, Deamus

31. What were you doing before this? Cuddling while not doing homework

32. Something you’re interested in? Chemistry

33. Do you smoke? Nah fam

34. Can you play any instruments? Hella no

35. Any talents? Maybe? What’s a talent

36. Have you ever selfharmed? Ye

37. Playing any sports? Tennis

38. Favorite thing to do in your free time? Browse YouTube

39. What’s your sexual orientation? Very gay, homosexual panromantic.

40. What do you prefer: to go to a party or to stay at home? Depends who’s hosting the party

41. Are you a pervert? 😋

42. Are you optimistic​, pessimistic​ or a realistic​? Pessimistic

43. Do you love yourself? Sure

44. Are you religious? Eh

45. Do you have a good relationship with your parents? Yes and no

46. Favorite fruits? Pineapple, mango, grapes strawberries

47. What color do you wear the most? Yellow/mustard/gold

48. Describe your style? Like hipster, classic, bright colors, retro, and space punk all had a child.

49. Favorite desserts? Brownies

50. What was your first job? Retail

51. How tall are you? 5'4

52. What motivates you? Other people’s motivation

53. Dogs or cats? Dogs

54. Lipstick or chapstick? Both

55. Favorite Disney princess? Leia Organa Solo

56. Do you have any siblings? Bigger brother

57. Favorite holiday? Nah

58. Are you a more quiet person or do you talk a lot? I talk a lot

59. You can undo something from your past, what is it? Nah I’m good

60. Least favorite food? Tuna

61. Lucky number? 🤷🏻‍♀️

62. Favorite mythical creature? Mermaids

63. Which color suits you best? Purple, yellow, black

64. Do you believe in love at first sight? No

65. Eye color? Brown

66. How long is your hair? What color is it? A very fluffy over grown pixie cut. Purple and brown

67. Have you ever tried drugs? Once

68. Favorite hair color? Reds and oranges

69. Favorite eye color? Gold, purple

70. Are you superstitious? No

71. What’s your relationship status? In a relationship

72. Do you believe in soulmates? Kindaaaaa

73. What does your name mean? “Crowned in Voctory”

74. Is cheating ever okay? Neh

75. Do you believe everything happens for a reason? Ehhh no

76. Are you mean? Sometimes

77. What’s easier to forgive or to forget? Forgive

78. Do you miss anyone from your past? Yeah

79. How are you feeling at the moment? Content

80. Are you a romantic person? Hella

81. Sea or mountain? Sea

82. Ever got in trouble with the police? Nope

83. Can you cook? Yes

84. Are you allergic to something? Lavender, cats, something in my makeup???

85. Something that surprises you? Jealousy

TAG AS MANY PPL AS YOU WANT! Enjoy answering :)

@flannelweasel @namebrandwitch @ramen-eye @pwnie3 @uncool-anna @eternal-fangirl @the-silent-stargazer @thefireinthenight @thistimemachinekills

[dcla-confessions-send-your-amor]

I think sometimes with non canon ships fandoms just ship random people that have 0 chemistry and everyone eats it up but it makes no sense!!

literally like I'm all for a good crackship but some people are so serious and a few don't make any sense to me. but power and love to the non canon shippers out there because if we saw a few of mine then...

yeah i so get this some people ship things that literally make no sense i do like a good non canon ship but some are just so out of left field that even I (a mara x pixie shipper) couldnt come up with an explanation for them

[auradonfairy]

Sorry Part 2 Uma x Mal

Part 1 under #sorrymuma

Mal made her way back to the hideaway and crawled into bed, ignoring the others as they tried to talk to her. They would save Ben in the morning, when everyone was well rested. When morning came it was a shock to find that Uma had released Ben a few hours after Mal had left the shop and had Gil drop the young king off at the hideout after everyone had went to sleep. As the others got ready to head back to Auradon, Mal walked outside to stand on the fire escape, looking over and at the Isle. "I know, it's time, to say, goodbye. So hard to let go." She sang softly to herself as she spotted the sails of The Lost Revenge, she didn't know how she would avoid Uma after everything that had happened. Just thinking about the girl made Mal's heartstrings tug at themselves and her throat go tight. "You okay?" Mal turned her head and nodded at Jay as he made his way down the stairs. "As ready as I'll ever be. You ready to head back?" Mal forced a smile to her face and made a gesture to the barrier. The five of them made their way to the Limo and the VK's yanked Mal into a hug. "Are you sure you want to stay here?" "Actually ," Mal pulled her bag from behind her back. "Think you can take an extra?" The other four grinned and they all climbed in before riding back to Auradon. A few weeks later Ben announced that he was bringing four new VK's over from the isle. Dizzy Tremaine, Gil Gaston, Diego De-Vil , and another that he wouldn't say the name of. They would be welcomed at a ball held on the royal ship. When the night the new VK's arrived everyone was bouncing in excitement about who it would be. Mal figured it might have been either Wendi Wicked or Mara Facilier. Both seemed like good options but, deep down she hoped it was a certain brown eyed girl. The music started and slowly each new transfer made their way down the stairs one at a time, but only three had appeared so far. Diego had just gotten to the bottom when the king himself had stepped out. "And now announcing, the newest lady of the court. Uma Posidon." Mal let out a small gasp as Uma timidly made her way out to Ben and took his hand. The whole boat watched in awe as the two walked down the steps to gather with the other VK's. Mal felt someone behind her and soon someone else's hand was squeezing hers in comfort. She looked over and caught a flash of royal blue hair. The young pixie turned back to the scene before her to find the couple now dancing, looking at each other as if there wasn't anyone else in the world. 'They fit.' Mal thought sadly watching the two smile at each other. 'Like pieces of a puzzle.' She was glad they were both happy though, she just wished she was the one looking into those beautiful brown eyes.

[assim-eu-sou]

Bia 2:15-16

2:15

- Alright, spit it out Victor… I know you won’t but.

- :(

- I need some Bilena content

- Believe her…. pleeeeeaseee

- I know he will… he’s Good

- Yayyyyy

- Tsk tsk Pietro…. Come on…

- I know what she just said but. still.

- RIP

- LMFAOOOO “Is there something between you?” “The Atlantic Ocean”.

- Cringe

- Luxie <3 I just think she deserves someone that adores her

- Uh ohhhhhh…

- Bia, trust your instincts

- :’) qué tiernooooooo….. estas miradassss

- NOOOOOOO MARA AND ALEX DON’T RUIN THIS I know they will try to but

- Ayyyy no not Soledad

- HA Ana could not escape from that conversation even if she’s not there

- Come on girlie, you’re gonna tell me you couldn’t understand that?

- Byeeeeeeeee my secondhand embarrassment

- It’s just so sad that Alex knows Manuel is his brother and he just wants to torture him

- I can’t wait for Paula’s glow-up… surely it’s coming… one day

- OH come ON don’t even think about giving him another chance… you can’t thrive with that toxicity in your life

- Luan and Pietro, están en problemas de amor juntos

- Luan really said OOF

- Victor smells a rat

- Alright Thiago, you ain’t slick, singing a song in Portuguese after Soledad says she likes it

- Ayyyyy Ana, I see that face

- Bilena content when?

- Celeste is on top of things. #Celestepower

- Am I the only one who likes to sing harmonies over the musical numbers when I’m watching the show because

- Anyway nice little musical number

- Proud father Antonio… too bad he sucks

- Antonio could literally make this so easy for him. But instead he’s gonna make him live a lie

- Manuel is really gonna be eating his words when he finds out the truth

- Ayyyy look at her preparing for her date

- She really got in Bia’s head with that one for a moment

- Ayyyy la super-espia

- Hurrrryyyyyy I’m stressed

- Marcos and his dolls

- Jandino’s trying his best with the acting

- Lmao they’re having fun with this

- I need to read some Spanish books

- Bro what am I witnessing rn

- Ah. I see.

- Ana’s in deep.

- Alright Guillermo, stop asking so many questions

- Now you have some of your own to answer

- Ohhhhhhhh I didn’t realize Pixie was gonna find out so soon

- Uh oh Celeste… you’re in it now

- SHE GOT IT

- Oooh I want to go to that park, it looks very nice

- :’) :’) :’) :’) :’) :’) :’) :’) :’) :’) :’) :’) :’) :’)

- I love this scene

- Manuel and his “pero antes”

- NO NOT ALEX

- Alex, this feels a little voyeuristic

2:16

- BROKEN PHONE! As he deserves

- Lmaoooo Celeste kind of did tell her

- Rip Chiara hours

- I’m glad she moved on fast

- What shall Carmín do with that info….

- Rip………. Indy said I’m OUT of here

- NOOOOOO Pixie thinks he was using her or something :’(

- :( we hate to see it HATE TO SEE IT

- Family comes first, as if…

- Tu mega hermano lmaoooooo

- Carmín x Jandino friendship >

- Uh oh…. Aillén sees all

- Jandino really leaving Carmín to clean up the mess

- Genuine Carmín’s way of acting with Aillén is cute

- Daisy’s like SHOOT he is whipped

- Como su sueño… Ana needs to get her mind out of the gutter lmaooooo

- she’s… pretty

- Me and Ana lesson NOW

- Here comes Luan looking like a kicked puppy

- I haven’t seen a lick of Bia or Manuel in this ep yet and It’s been 18 minutes

- Nice Clara and Jandino duo though

- There’s my Bia :) babey girl

- LMAFAO Celeste, cool your jets

- Uh Uhhhhh Mara… don’t be doing this

- Also I just learned randomly that the biblical meaning of Mara is ‘bitter’ and that sure does fit

- Finally, Super-like for Guillermo

- Newsflash…. He’s not over Vera OR Helena

- Daisy is trying for Luan

- Give him a chance :’(

- Stop making me root for men like this… ew

- BILENAAAAAA we love

- LMAOOOOO ANA I saw that.

- And so did Bia.

- Ana’s like hold UP what are you saying with Victor???

- HAHAHAHA

- I love love love this

- Sister moment sister moment sister momentttttt

- BIAS FACES <3

- I am FED this afternoon for REAL

- Celesteeeeee what are you doingggggg

- Carmín, Carmín… smart girl….

- Ay, there’s Manuel. Sin Bia :/

- Uh ohhhhhhh the jig is up. Sort of.

- Bia is so cute heart eyes heart eyes heart eyesssss

- HA got emmmm

[gawaine]

About A Girl, Chapter 2: reaction by ladymxdnight

CHAPTER 2

So, I really liked getting confirmation on Ari’s lack on involvement in the disaster that was Dara’s wedding. And I like the idea of them hanging out, though I’m still kind of salty about Ari blackmailing my girl Mara.

Going back to Mara’s and Dany’s POVs was very enjoyable for me, since I adore them. However, I’d forgotten how dense Dany could be. I mean, seriously. He actually thinks Mara is carrying on with this charade for her career. I get that it might be a contributing factor but… they’re both. So. Dense. About each other.

It took me an embarrassingly long time to realise the scene with them in his room takes place right before the CB x UB crossover, and then I was super hyped because I always wondered how that came to be and wanted to see the aftermath of it.

Listen. I love these two. Why can’t they just be happy? wHY?

Thinking about how complicated they are gives me a headache, man. Like, they don’t even understand how complicated they are. It’s like they both think if they ignore these things it’ll go away which is so ridiculous but precisely what I expect from their characters. Dany seemed kind of harsh here which I wasn’t really a fan of, sigh. I suppose it’s kind of understandable, but… yeah.

I was also thrilled to see that not only does Mara grudgingly admit she had feelings for Dany, but he tells her he loves her (again? What is that supposed to mean?). I’m SHOOk.

This chapter had a lot subtle, underlying themes, so let’s get into the first one: consent. Where, exactly, are the boundaries for consent? Should it matter if something happens against your consent if if ultimately turns out well? Shouldn’t it? Does it matter if Dany put Mara on the spot during their wedding? Does this mean he forced her into the marriage, or did she still have a choice? Did he have the right to do something like that? Was it the right thing to do? This chapter brings up so many questions that have no easy answers.

Like, Dany taking her to the hospital. Since she really did need medical attention it seems this was the right thing to do, but she didn’t want to go, so did he have the right to force her? And if he did because it was for her own good, by that logic does that mean he was right to change the plan for their wedding and go through with it because it was for their own good? Sigh, so much brain exercise.

It’s also really interesting to see this take on the fake-dating trope (which in itself has been thoroughly exhausted). This makes you think of the aftermath of it, and calls into question whether a relationship built on a lie can actually work. It’s a nice twist on the trope.

Mara’s inner monologue can be confusing sometimes because she tends to, like, cut herself off a lot even though she’s just thinking?? Idk how to describe it? It can sometimes be a little hard to understand. It’s not really a thing that happens in Ari’s POVs as far as I can remember; is this a conscious decision or just the way Mara’s voice works when writing? It’s quite distinctive, but also reminds me of Soph. Sometimes it can be a little too confusing but it makes her come across as unsure of herself (which she is). It’s painfully clear how much she wants to belong somewhere, be that with the Zafars or with her birth parents, and the lengths she goes to (a kidney!) are astounding. I understand Dany’s disbelief when he finds out about the kidney thing but I also understand how it can be difficult to let go of a parent no matter how terrible they might be. Do I think she was silly to donate the kidney? Absolutely. Do I blame her? Nope. It’s complicated.

Another thing I liked in this chapter is Mara’s realisation that the Zafars are flawed people. Because they’re public figures and because she idolised Soph for so long it’s easy to see how she might have romanticised them and built them up in her head but in truth, they’re just people. There’s a John Green quote that summarises this pretty well - What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person. (I might be misquoting lol). Their family isn’t perfect (cough, Tara) and neither are they, and I’m glad she’s realised that. Having said that, I do think they love Mara. She wants to be a part of them but at the same time doesn’t want to get attached because she always ends up hurt when she opens up to people, and that’s something she needs to overcome before she can truly be comfortable.

Like I mentioned before, Mara reminds me a lot of Soph. They’re both ambitious and capable of world-domination, and both have a lot insecurities. I’m eager to see where Mara’s character goes, because I feel like she and Soph could have a super interesting dynamic if only they interacted more.

Also, Pixie’s wedding! This, I’m really excited to see. I’d love to know more about her and Sarfaraz, and her friendship with Mara. All in all, this was a really exciting chapter!

This reaction makes me so happy omg

I’m glad you’re salty about Ari’s interactions with Mara. You’re right to be. Their whole dynamic is so interesting to me and it’s the premise of AAG - because which girl are we learning about?

Dany is super dense, Mara is wilfully ignorant and they’re both emotionally stupid. It’s so fun, but equally frustrating, to write.

Oh my God. Your questions ref: consent, boundaries, etc. I’m so happy. Like, so so so happy. That’s a major theme in their relationship and this story, especially in coming chapters and I just love that I’ve done it at least enough (?) justice that there’s enough to grapple with in the actual text.

Also, I agree! I think even we, as creator/fellow writers/readers fall into the trap of seeing Sam was the Ultimate Ship and, in doing so, forget how flawed they were (and still are) now. Mara is so desperate to belong but she’s grappling with the fact that stems from an idea of these people vs their reality and whilst she is (as far as we know) considered a member of their family, it’s also enough bitter hope for her to try and find that in her family. I love that you can feel that. Mara’s story is complicated and not necessarily as accessible as some of the other characters, but to know that the underlying emotion is coming across is... So good!

Mara’s inner-monologuing is partly deliberate and (probably) partly my adjustments to the format, still. She is so similar to Soph in a lot of ways (I LOVE THAT YOU SEE THAT AND IT’S NOT JUST ME ARGH) but I think she’s also a bit more... Imbalanced than Soph, in terms of allowing herself the room for that internal discussion. So much has happened, so much is still happening, she is... Disjointed, she’s not comfortable with that inner conversation yet, because as you say, she’s so far into ignoring what she wants to. So I’ll try and make it clearer from a writing perspective, but I’m glad you’ve picked up on it too!

I’m honestly LIVING for these reactions

[templeofgeek]

Fan Expo Dallas 2017 – Day 2

Day 2 of Fan Expo Dallas 2017 has come and gone. This was the day that I was waiting for. The day that the celebrities would be here to sign. The day where we would be able to interview guests. The day that… why does this place seem so crowded?

Crowded is calling it lightly. This place was packed! There was way too many people at this convention to truly enjoy the convention. So, why was it so crowded? Here is the lowdown. Norman Reedus and Jeffery Dean Morgan were scheduled to be at the con both Saturday and Sunday. Due to a television commitment, they had to cancel their Sunday.

The powers that be decided to have the Sunday con goers come Saturday to honor their photo ops. They had to pay for a Saturday ticket to get in but with some re-shuffling and scheduling, they were able to get the photo-ops set-up. This made the autograph area a mad house. There was people everywhere. Then add in the fact that the Vampire Diaries guys were only here today and with Mark Hamill present, this was a crazy packed day.

Cosplay

Besides dealing with large crowds, I decided to seek out cosplay. Let me tell you, the cosplay was on point today! The costumes that I seen today were absolutely amazing. Some of my favorites today were X-23, Marty McFly, and The Shovel! Take a look at some of these great costumes!

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Marty McFly | Cosplay by Tyler Dunivan

Killer Croc

Oscar the Grouch

Jesus from the Walking Dead

Harley and Catwoman

Ash

X-23

Strom

Mario Bros

The Shovel

Meet the Mountains

Snape and Sybill from Harry Potter

Elliott

Venom

Disney Princess

Shiek and Princess Zelda

Western Wonder Woman

Batgirl

Mara Jade | British Pixie Cosplay

Moana

Cobra Soldier

Raven and Artimis

Captain Jack Sparrow

Cylon

  Guests

The celebrity guests were in good spirits even though there was a lot of people to speak with. We saw Norman Reedus signing away and people walking away with grins on their faces after meeting the one and only Daryl Dixon. Con Man and K2S0, Alan Tudyk was also drawing in lines himself. He gave each guest a warm and personal reception. Even though Mark Hamill was at the con today, I never actually got to see him and how he was doing.

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Alan Tudyk

Hillywood

Norman Reedus

  Wrap-up

Day 2 was not as good as day 1. The crowds were too massive to truly enjoy yourself. I know the vendors had to suffer from this. The plus side, people were remaining in good spirits getting to meet their celebrity idols. There was also plenty of cosplay to enjoy once you were able to find a gap in the crowds. All in all, it was to be expected, I just wish this was managed a little differently.

ToG At The Con: Day 2 At Fan Expo Dallas 2017 Fan Expo Dallas 2017 - Day 2 Day 2 of Fan Expo Dallas 2017 has come and gone.