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Dialogue transcripts:

Panel 1

Quincey:  I know a couple fellas who get into that sort of thing.  I’ll swing by for a talk with ‘em.

Mina:  That would be very useful!  We should ask around at the docks as well for the boat’s activity.

Panel 2

Godfrey:  I’d be glad to go.

Irene:  Not without me; I’m not letting you out of my sight again.

Godfrey:  I wouldn’t dream of it.

Panel 3

Jekyll:  Are you sure that’s wise, Mrs. Norton?  The men at the docks can be quite rough to women. 

Irene:  So can men in castles.  If you’re so worried, I’ll simply go as a man.

Panel 4

Jekyll:  Er—yes, I suppose that could—

Irene: Oh!  Mina, would you like to come along? You could borrow some of my clothes.

Panel 5

Mina:  That does sound exciting…

Jonathan:  And I can come in case we need to bribe anyone!

Panel 6

Arthur:  I…could check with Gray if it came to it, but…

Panel 7

Quincey:  We’ll spare you that ‘til we’ve checked these leads.

[muffinrecord]

I need to go to bed, but initial thoughts:

I like Magia Record a lot more. I'm having fun but I admit that I feel a little disappointed. I'm going to stick with it but I don't think I'll need to worry about whaling too much on this game.

The combat is growing on me. I prefer Magia Record's combat but I can see how Magidora is going to have more intricate stuff going on that won't just devolve into magia spam/blast spam. Maybe. I dunno? But it's fun and that's good enough. I do like the speed element of it over random disc selection, I think.

I don't really like the 3d bits but I can live with it. Folks keep saying how good the graphics look and to me it looks kinda ugly, but no one ever said I have good taste.

I don't particularly like how exploring labyrinths work. You're not even really exploring, just moving in a straight line looking for the occasional shiny. The labyrinth parts feel like an awkward in-between the content that matters, aka story and combat. I think I'd rather move between menu screens.

Uhhhh story wise.... Hmm. I think one problem I have is that the main story is literally just pmmm but an inferior visual novel version. If I want to read the pmmm story then I can go watch the anime or the movies or even the horrible comics. This doesn't really do it for me.

I'm also a little worried about upcoming event stories for spinoff girls. I straight up hated the Tart events in MR because a lot of them were an extended boring rehash of the manga and if I want to experience the story, I'd rather read the fucking manga, you know? For all the upcoming spinoffs: are they going to do their own thing with new stories like magia record did? Or are they going to be another visual novel version of the comics? Because god I don't really want to go through that???

It was also kind of depressing to get old characters I love, excitedly go to their magical girl stories, and then realize they're probably going to be rehashing what we already know. I mean, they're not copies of the originals and I can see how they might provide new context that we didn't have before, but something about it just makes me really sad.

I also REALLY miss having a homescreen character. There is so much charm in having a character on the homescreen, selecting their outfit, getting excited over new poke quotes. And being able to change your homescreen in general. Getting a new character in magia record wasn't just exciting cause new character but also because you got to put them on the homescreen and see what they were about, you know? Like these are their poke quotes, here are their outfits, look at all their lil animations! I miss it so much. Getting a new character does not feel that exciting to me at all ;_;

Something I never thought about before, but I hate how dark all the menu screens are. MagiReco menus had a lot of color and variations and they weren't just the same dark gray background repeated over and over.

Like look at this. Where's the color? I feel sad looking at this OTL

I think all of this kind of culminates in: it feels like some of my favorite aspects of magireco were taken away, mainly the character-focused nature of it. I'm not going to say Magireco was the pinnacle of writing but it was what drew me to the story in the first place and it's not here.

Last negative thought-- I have absolutely no idea how a person who doesn't know anything about Madoka Magica would feel about the game. The presentation feels kind of weird-- I feel like we're already meant to know who everyone is based on all the videos you see before loading in but then the story kind of treats us like we're brand new and that Mami is supposed to be some sort of surprise.

All of that said, it's early access and we're not even a whole day into it-- I'm not done with the main story so it's possible I'm missing stuff too. Maybe I'll be more into it once I start watching more Magical Girl Stories. The event story is kind of boring so far but it's also pmmm girlies and I love them but-- you know.

I think my greatest fear for the game is that it doesn't bring anything new and it just summarizes stories we already know. I know you have to strike a balance between presenting content that old fans and new fans alike are going to find interesting-- and new fans need to know what's the deal with characters they are unfamiliar with too. But I really hope it gives us new stories, new characters, new things in general.

There are elements I like, I swear that it's not just all negative. It looks like we'll spend a lot of time developing our characters and I like long projects which reward you for patient investment. Again, the combat is growing on me and I'm starting to enjoy it more.

Actually trying to write out the positives makes me think of more things i dislike aklfjsaklfasjfkkasfja

Which is weird, because I'm not not having fun. I am! I dunno.

I don't want to be a huge bummer so I won't put this in the tag. We'll see how I feel about the game in like a week.

At the very least this game looks like it'll be a fun way to waste some time and good god I've been needing something like that lately so if anything, thank the stars for that

[lichtluxx]

About Demonolatry PT 2

Dukante Hierarchy

This second part focus more on the Dukante Hierarchy, which was allegedly one of the most famous, this includes also additional information about these demons including their descriptions ands enns. Though note that the Dukante hierarchy is admittedly incomplete. Mr. Dukante died before he finished his work.

Family 1

Satan - King: Tasa reme laris Satan - Ave Satanis - Direction: Center/All; Color: All; Months: All; Seasons All; Rituals- Any; Satan appears as a sage wise man with silver hair and black eyes. His eyes have been described as nothing and all.

Unsere - (Female) Fertility and Sorcery: Unsere tasa lirach on ca ayar -Direction: Northeast; Colors: Green and White; Month: February; Season: Late Winter; Ritual: Wisdom, patience, motherhood.; Unsere has deep green eyes like the fertile plains of Ireland. Her hair is brown with strands of spun silver. Her eyes smile and sparkle. Her energy is gentle and nurturing. She travels often in a cowl-hooded cloak. Most memorable are her thin, delicate, pale hands. She dissolves as a mist. She is said to often appear to women during or after childbirth to breath life into infants.

Satanchia - Grand General (War) : Furca na alle laris Satanchia.

Agaliarept - Assistant Grand General (War) : On ca Agaliarept agna

Lucifage - High Command (Control) : Eyen tasa valocur Lucifuge Rofocale. His twin brother is Lucifer.

Flereous - Fire Elemental : Ganic Tasa Fubin Flereous - Direction: South; Color: Red, Orange; Month: June; Season: Summer; Ritual: Baptism, action, love, solstice. Flereous appears as a tall man with long, red, course hair and red eyes. His voice is low and hissing. His expression is that of placidity.

Lucifer - Air Elemental : Renich Tasa Uberaca Biasa Icar Lucifer - Direction: East; Colors: White Yellow; Month: March; Season: Spring; Ritual: Enlightenment, spring equinox, initiations. Lucifer appears with long, black hair and blue eyes. His voice is considered average though he seems overly excited most of the time. He wears pendants of eagles.

Beelzebuth - Lord of insects. [Editor’s note - more recent translations of older texts say Beelzebuth was translated improperly and it should have been Lord of Lords. It is possible Dukante did not know this?] : Adey vocar avage Beelzebuth

Belphegore - Master of Weaponry-gain: Lyan Ramec Catya Ganen Belphegore

Mesphito - Keeper of the book of death: Mesphito ramec viasa on ca

Delepitoré- (Female) Demoness of magick. : Deyen pretore ramec Delepitore on ca - She is tall and slender with blue/gray eyes. She possesses all knowledge of sorcery and carries with her an oak wand with a tip made of glazed crystal. She appears most often in blue robes and cloaks. Patient and reserved. Heed well to not anger her for she knows well the Demoness' Tezrian and Sonnellion.

Belial - Earth Elemental: Lirach Tasa Vefa Wehlc Belial - Direction: North; Colors: Green, Brown, Black; Month: December; Season: Winter; Ritual: initiation, new beginnings, winter solstice. Belial appears with hair colored black and white like salt and pepper (some people report his hair to be blonde). His eyes shift from brown to green. His voice comes off as being quite normal, though he speaks with resolute confidence in everything he says. He often seems perplexed or confused by some great mystery. He is not as tall as some of the other elementals.

Family 2

Luithian - Advisor: Deyan anay tasa Luithian *Azlyn - (Female) Weaves the threads of things to come, future. [New addition stemming from ascension 4/8/01] Her Enn was also begotten through ascension.

Rean Par Tasa Azlyn Ayar Leviathan - Water Elemental: Jaden Tasa Hoet Naca Leviathan - Direction: West; Colors: Blue, Gray; Month: September; Season: Autumn; Ritual: emotions, initiation, equinox, healing, fertility. Leviathan appears with long black hair and blue/gray eyes so striking it is as if you are staring into the waters of your own soul. His voice is low, his speech reserved. He is also shorter than Lucifer and Flereous, but stands a hair taller than Belial. He wears an amulet of his own sigil.

Sonnelion - (Female) Demoness of hate: Ayer Serpente Sonnillion - Direction: Southwest; Colors: violet; Month: July; Season: Mid-summer; Ritual: dispersing anger, cursing, balancing, focus.

Family 3

Abbadon - Advisor: Es na ayer Abbadon avage

Ammon - Demon of domination: Avage Secore Ammon ninan Twin to Mammon.

Mammon - Demon of Avarice: Tasa Mammon on ca lirach Twin to Ammon.

Family 4

Rosier - Demon of love: Serena Alora Rosier Aken - He often remains reclusive from the human eye. Most of his work is done from afar. Rosier does, however, answer prayers and listens quite well. On the Demonic plane he will stay bathed in a shadowed corner when introduced. He is very shy.

Astarte - (Female) Demoness of love: Serena Alora Astarte Aken Ashtaroth - (Female) Priestess of friendship: Tasa Alora foren Ashtaroth -Twin to Astarot

Astarot - Matters concerning the heart: Serena Alora Astartot Aken - Twin to Ashtaroth

Amducious - The destroyer: Denyen valocur avage secore Amducious - Twin to Asmodeous. Direction: Southeast. Colors: Orange; Month: May; Season: Late Spring; Ritual: war, action, dispel old.

Asmodeus - Demon of Lust: Ayer avage Aloren Asmodeus aken - Twin to Amducious. Appears as an attractive and clean cut and articulate man. His eyes seduce all women mortal and otherwise. He will answer calls by Ouija boards if asked. He is very friendly. Be forewarned, he often turns conversation into some aspect of sexuality as it pleases him.

Family 5

Eurynomous - Demon of Death: Ayar Secore on ca Eurynomous Direction: Northwest. Colors: Black and White; Month: October; Season: Late Autumn; Ritual: New beginnings, death, rebirth, celebration of death, Halloween.

Eurynomous appears as a shadow or wraith. Or as a common man with white or translucent hair and pale or white eyes. His energy is calming and cool. He also holds the book of the dead. He often communicates vi baoith raimi Kairtey - or as invisible hands.

Balberith - Prince of dying: Avage Secoré on ca Baalberith - He guides the souls of the dead to the Demonic plane where they are reborn from the whole of the fifth element. He leads them to safe passage. He appears as someone the deceased remembers who has also passed on. His true form is a mystery.

Babeal - Keeper of Graves: Alan Secore on ca Babeal - He is a shadow amidst the graveyards tending souls and graves. Keeping them safe from desecration at their resting places.

Family 6

Verrine - Demon of Health: Elan Typan Verrine - Direction: Northwest; Colors: Blue, white; Month: November; Season: Late Autumn; Ritual: healing.

Verrier - (Female) Demoness of herbal knowledge: Elit Rayesta Verrier -Direction: Northwest; Colors: Light Green; Month: November; Season: Late Autumn.; Ritual: healing, earth, knowledge or herbalism.

Ronwe - Demon of Knowledge: Kaymen Vefa Ronwe - comes to those who seek him through dreams in settings befitting the Demon of knowledge such as bookstores, libraries, and cafes where many intellectual types gather. His form varies often as he is an adept at changing his appearance. However, his demeanor remains consistent with that of the sage wise man. His soul is very old and his eyes reflect great understanding.

Family 7

Svengali - Demon of Vengeance: Desa on Svengali ayer - White hair, red eyes

Tezrian - (Female) Priestess of battle: Ezyr ramec ganen Tezrian

Family 8

- Some speculation has arisen suggesting that family 8 should actually be coupled with family 3. As it has been suggested these are the females of that family.

Asafoetida - (Female) Demoness of feminine attributes: Asana nanay on ca Asafoetida

Rashoon - (Female) Priestess of seduction: Taran Rashoon nanay - Twin to Taroon.

Taroon - (Female) Priestess of Desire: Taroon an ca nanay - Twin to Rashoon.

Family 9

Consists of lesser hierarchy: These are the only Enns I currently have of lesser hierarchs, or hierarchy that does not appear in the Dukante hierarchy.

Berith: Hoath redar ganabal Berith

Agares: Rean ganen ayar da Agares

Abigor: Aylan Abigor tasa uan on ca

Lillith: Renich viasa avage lillith lirach

Who are the nine divinities?

I had already spoken briefly about them in the first part, but the nine divinities are the demons of the fundamental energy of the universe, of existence and balance, according to the Dukante hierarchy.

Fire – Flereous

Earth – Belial

Air – Lucifer

Water – Leviathan

Health – Verrine

Destruction – Amducious

Life – Unsere

Death – Euronymous

(Some people may disagree with this list, though. Or they may reorder the list with other elements.)

"Tasa Reme Laris Satan - Ave Satanis"

Satan, for the demonolators, is the all, the ether. Many New Agers call his energy “the source.” He is associated with everything: all seasons, months, directions — you get the idea.

He is the eternal spirit, the divine that we are all part of and to which we all have a connection. Satan is known to appear as a wise old man with silver hair and black eyes.

Honestly, it's hard to write about him without sounding like you're repeating yourself over and over again. "The All" is the perfect description for him. He is known for assisting in spiritual enlightenment and guidance.

Direction: Center/All;

Color: All;

Months: All;

Seasons All;

Rituals: any

Flereous

"Ganic Tasa Fubin Flereous"

Flereous is the elemental demon of fire! He is seen as destructive, but also creative. This is because although fire is a destructive force, it also provides us with life in the form of the sun. We cannot exist without fire.

Flereous is associated with warm things and ideas, including the direction of the south, warm colors (red, orange), June, and summer. He is commonly invoked in demonic baptism rituals, action rituals, love rituals, and at the summer solstice.

Flereous is seen as a demon with an excellent balance between the physical, mental and spiritual. He is also associated with the spark of life from which we all come, connecting his energy to that of Satan.

Working with Flereous is a transformative work. He helps demonolators become more confident in themselves and their practice. The best way to describe this transformation is to say that he molds the practitioner into a tiger.

Direction: South;

Color: Red, Orange;

Month: June;

Season: Summer;

Ritual: Baptism, action, love, solstice

Belial

"Lirach Tasa Vefa Wehlc Belial"

Belial is the elemental demon of the earth! He is a demon of the physical and mental, bringing awareness to the beauty in all things.

Belial has associations with colder, earthly elements, including the direction north, the colors brown, black, and green, December, and winter. He is commonly invoked in winter solstice rituals, rituals of new beginnings, and initiations.

Belial is a demon of independence and self-development. He assists in professional growth and the achievement of new titles. He reminds us to experience the world in whatever way we wish, without giving in to pressure from others.

In other beliefs, Belial is associated with fire. Do some research and find out which one resonates with you the most!

Direction: North;

Colors: Green, Brown, Black;

Month: December;

Season: Winter;

Ritual: initiation, new beginnings, winter solstice.

Lucifer

"Renich Tasa Uberaca Blasa Icar Lucifer"

Lucifer is an air elemental demon and possibly the most popular on this list. As an air elemental, he is a great advocate for freedom and one’s own path. He is a wise demon and often shares his knowledge with his devotees.

Lucifer is a symbol of divine masculinity. He is also a demon of the spiritual and mental, helping lost souls find their way. He is called the "bringer of light" because light represents the freedom he grants to all who seek it.

Lucifer has associations with spring, being linked to the colors white and yellow, the month of March and the rituals of enlightenment, initiation and the spring equinox.

When you come into contact with Lucifer, expect to be encouraged to think for yourself. He helps you connect and find your own path. Some see him as having feminine and androgynous aspects, though he traditionally represents the masculine. Do your research and decide for yourself what makes the most sense to you!

Direction: East;

Colors: White Yellow;

Month: March;

Season: Spring;

Ritual: Enlightenment, spring equinox, initiations.

Leviathan

"Jaden Tasa Hoet Naca Leviathan"

Leviathan is the elemental demon of water! Being an aquatic being, he is associated with emotions and judgment. He is an extremely androgynous demon, being referred to as both empress and emperor.

Leviathan rules over everything related to the mind, especially emotional and mental strength. He aids in the development of resistance against the currents of fate. Leviathan also rules over the abyss and the void, and is called the "abyssal serpent."

Its elements are autumnal, but it extends beyond that aesthetic. Its colors are blue and gray, its month is September, its season is fall, and its rituals include emotion, initiation, fertility, healing, and the autumn equinox.

When working with Leviathan, expect to confront your deepest emotions, especially those you’ve been hiding. He is a powerful draconian demon who demands respect, so be courteous when communicating with him.

Leviathan is also the demon of judgment. When invoked in destructive magic, it is said to strip away the target's defenses so that the magic can reach them.

Direction: West;

Colors: Blue, Gray;

Month: September;

Season: Autumn;

Ritual: emotions, initiation, equinox, healing, fertility.

Verrine

"Elan Typan Verrine"

Verrine is a creative demon, inspiring his followers to discover ways to heal and heal themselves and others. He is a great teacher when it comes to overcoming trauma and scars from the past.

Verrine is the health demon! There aren't many sources on him but he is associated with healing and well-being, most often invoked in these types of rituals. He is associated with the northwest direction and the colors blue and white. His month is November, at the end of autumn.

Direction: Northwest;

Colors: Blue, white;

Month: November;

Season: Late Autumn;

Ritual: healing.

Amducious

"Denyen Valocur Avage Secore Amducious"

Amducious is the destroyer within the Dukante hierarchy. While this title may suggest a dark demon, destruction on the Left Hand Path is seen as something positive and necessary for growth.

It is associated with the southeast direction, the color orange, the month of May, the end of spring, and rituals of war, action, and the removal of obstacles.

In the Complete Book of Demonolatry, S. Connolly writes that Amducious represents "the mastery of the will over the physical." While it may seem destructive, it teaches self-control and personal transformation.

He is not a demon who promotes war, but rather a mentor who helps overcome mental and emotional blocks.

Direction: Southeast.

Colors: Orange;

Month: May;

Season: Late Spring;

Ritual: war, action, dispel old.

Unsere

"Unsere Tasa Lirach On Ca Ayar"

Unsere is the demoness of life (and witchcraft)! Just as Lucifer symbolizes masculinity, Unsere represents femininity. She is the manifestation of life from birth through all its stages.

She is associated with the northeast direction, the colors green and white, the month of February, the end of winter and rituals of motherhood, wisdom and patience.

Unsere is said to appear to women at the time of childbirth to breathe life into their newborns. She wears a cow-hooded cloak, symbolically connecting her to these animals.

Not only does she rule birth, but she also reminds us to enjoy the little moments in life. As you work with her, expect to be encouraged to slow down and appreciate the present more.

Treat her with respect and avoid harsh language. Unsere may be serious, but she also has a gentle side. By the end of your work with her, you will find that you have learned to live more fully.

Direction: Northeast;

Colors: Green and White;

Month: February;

Season: Late Winter;

Ritual: Wisdom, patience, motherhood.

Euronymous

“Ayar secore on ca Euronymous”

Euronymous is the demon of death. While the energy of death can literally mean the end of life, it can also represent transformation. Within Left Hand Path practices: death, destruction, and similar concepts often symbolize change and renewal, and not necessarily literal harm. Thus, Euronymous is not only the demon of death but also of rebirth.

However, his essence is directly linked to the energy of death. He is often invoked by those preparing for necromancy practices or any work related to the world of the dead. Some people ask Euronymous to impregnate them with his energy before rituals involving spirits, so that they can better accustom themselves to this vibration. He is also called upon for funerals, guiding the souls of death for the place they'll rest.

Euronymous is associated with the transition from summer to winter, reflecting the passing of the seasons and the cyclical transformation from life to death.

He is described as a shadow, a specter, or an old man with translucent white hair and white eyes. He is said to carry with him the Book of the Dead.

Euronymous doesn't have much information independent of his Greek associations, so if you're interested, it's worth researching that side of him further.

Northwest. Colors:

Black and White;

Month: October;

Season: Late Autumn;

Ritual: New beginnings, death, rebirth, celebration of death, Halloween.

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Working with them

In Demonolatry, the magician does not use a triangle or a circle of protection, as contact with these energies will not be aggressive or hostile, and we will not need banishments and threats, here we work with partnership and mutual respect.

Here, evocation (the act of binding them as is done in goetia) is seen as disrespectful. The ideal is for the magician to magnetize the demon's energy to achieve what he wants by joining forces in an invocation, which is when the magician and the demon will interact by exchanging energies.

When calling the demons into your ritual circle, the traditional way to do it is to use the enn, or an invocation of your own devise, and use the ritual dagger or your hand to draw the following in the air in front of you, starting at the arrow and ending at the dot:

The invocation symbol above is often refered to as the ZD or DZ sigil. It is also used as a sigil representing Satan. Within the ZD are nine points representing the nine demonic divinities. The symbol is one fluid motion and is encircled as a sigil to represent the whole encircling all its parts.

It starts with the closest point of the arrow with Unsere, then it's Lucifer, then it's Flereous, then it's Verrine, then it's Belial, then Amducious, then Leviathan, Satan and finally it ends at the point with Eurynomous.

The ZD is also employed to invoke each Demon, no matter which one, with respect to the nine. Some common courtesies (to avoid disrespect toward the Demons) when invoking: Don't command or be aggressive with the demons!!!! Nor stab the ritual blade into the air!!

Ritual tools

This is, by no means, something you must really have. Demonolatry is your path and your own, those tools or working this way might not be for you, and that's ok because you can adapt yourself and your tools to do what you want.

Though, according to Paulo - Guia de Demonolatria, those are the tools every demonolater should have:

"The tools we will need are a temple, an altar covered with a black cloth, items that represent the four elements on the altar, and a dagger or athame or knife with a black handle.

The dagger is to draw in the air a symbol of opening and closing the pillars of each elemental demon. The color of the handle is black, because this color attracts and concentrates energies more easily. If you are in doubt, go out on a sunny day wearing black clothes. A black shirt will attract all the light wave frequencies, causing heat. Candles and incense according to the correspondence of the demon you are going to work with.

A metal bowl to burn the seal and the request. Burning the demon's seal with your blood, or sexual fluid, in Demonolatry is not seen as disrespectful to the demon, but rather signifies sending a small amount of your vital energy to the entity transmuted by the element of fire.

In the ritual, it is advisable to burn the seal and also another piece of paper with your requests."

[rippleclan]

RippleClan: Moon 94

When the mediators visit SlugClan to discuss the issue with Icekit and Pearkit, Nimblestep asks them to at least tell them about their family if they won’t give them back yet. No one... really knows what to say.

[Image ID: Paleseed, Spikecrash, Sandhollow, and Slushtrail speak with Lettucestar and Nimblestep. Slushtrail has juniper berries tucked by her ear. Under her, it reads + ACCESSORY: JUNIPER. Nimblestep says, "Quickkit and I have been learning how to make pottery… she's so good at it. Do Icekit and Pearkit like art?"]

(Sandhollow: 25, male, mediator, ambitious, lore keeper)

(Spikecrash: 69, female, mediator, wise, good speaker, lore keeper)

(Slushtrail: 30, female, mediator, wise, clever, talented weaver)

(Paleseed: 60, female, mediator, insecure, incredible runner, steady paws)

Weevilsight is sorry, but she still isn’t ready for a romantic relationship with Anchovystrike, despite caring for him too. Anchovystrike slinks off, rejected. He goes hunting with Currentsmoke, Billowhaze, and Whitepaw to calm down.

[Image ID: Whitepaw, Billowhaze, Anchovystrike, and Currentsmoke speak in a group. Under Billowhaze, it says - CONDITION: RUNNY NOSE. Under Currentsmoke, it says LEVEL UP! SKILLED TOOLSMITH → INVENTOR AND INNOVATOR. Behind Whitepaw and Billowhaze, a gray and white kit with green eyes approaches, yowling "Clan cats!" Under him, it says NEW PLAYER: DOVEKIT, 4, MALE, IMPULSIVE, ACTIVE IMAGINATION.]

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"Um, Mr. Anchovystrike?" Whitepaw gulped from the back of the patrol. "I don't want to be rude, but…"

"You're making us all depressed," Billowhaze huffed. "You might be taking this a bit too hard."

The mentor and apprentice weren't wrong. As Anchovystrike led the pair and Currentsmoke toward the heart of the territory to hunt, he couldn't help but let his ears dip and his tail slag. Even the bright bird song and glittering glow of early afternoon couldn't uplift his heart. Anchovystrike knew he'd been through worse, but that didn't stop his chest from hurting and his teeth aching with the tension in his jaw.

"We don't have to call each other mates," Anchovystrike muttered, staring at the grass as he walked. "I just want to take her out of camp sometimes."

"You've been best friends as long as any of us can remember," Currentsmoke purred, rubbing against his brother. "Weevilsight obviously loves you, or at least cares! It'll be alright."

"I have to be blunt here, Anchovy," Billowhaze sighed. He looped around his brothers and stood in front of them, his pelt dappled with the light passing between budding branches. "Do you really expect Weevilsight to be interested in mates right now? Her parents have barely been dead a season." Whitepaw stayed at his mentor's side like the dutiful apprentice he was. With bright green colors breaking through tan grass and colorful flowers peeking out from the bases of old trees, Whitepaw's pelt burned against the land like the pale center of a flame.

"I thought it would take her mind off everything," Anchovystrike mumbled as his ears grew red.

"Give her a little time," Currentsmoke said. "Just being her friend can be enough for now, right?" Anchovystrike let our a mrrow of laughter. Currentsmoke and Billowhaze were right. Of course they were. Anchovystrike was just being a mouse-brain about it all. Whitepaw shuffled his paws, uncertain of his place in the brotherly conversation.

"Maybe we can at least catch some birds for her?" Anchovystrike suggested. "She loves—"

"Clan cats!" Whitepaw jumped at the sudden yowl, back arched high. A figure stomped through the young growth behind Whitepaw and Billowhaze, tail high. The wind finally carried the scent of a young tom to Anchovystrike's nose. Shiny green eyes blended into the blooming foliage. A gray and white face plunged into view. Every muscle in the tom's soft face pointed itself toward the RippleClan patrol. He had no Clan scent, but he was certainly younger than any wandering loner Anchovystrike had met. He was likely still a kit!

"Hello?" Currentsmoke gulped. He blinked wildly, laughing as the gray and white tom marched toward the group with huge pawsteps.

"Greetings!" the kit chirped, shimmering in the dappled light. Anchovystrike snorted at the strange choice of words. "I've come to join the Five Clans! Which one is this?"

"Um…" Anchovystrike snorted, trying to hide his laugh by clearing his throat. "You're in RippleClan, kit."

"I've come to join you as one of your fearsome warriors!" the kit declared. "Take me to your camp!" The four older toms stared at the loner kit. The kit stared back, blissfully unaware of the awkwardness choking the air.

"Alright, let us handle this," Billowhaze muttered to his brothers. He nudged them back with his hind leg. Billowhaze and Whitepaw moved closer to the kit. "Where did you come from, then?"

"Why does that matter?" the kit scoffed. "I'm a RippleClan cat now!" The kit's voice broke as he made his dramatic declaration, sounding more like a weasel than a warrior. Anchovystrike couldn't hide his snort at that.

"What Mr. Billowhaze is asking," Whitepaw quickly said, "is where your mother might be."

"I don't know," the kit chirped with a dismissive flick of an ear. "My humans adopted me ages ago. No idea where Mom is!"

"You're like me," Whitepaw muttered, eyes widening.

"I want to be!" the kit said. "All the Witch Hunters were talking about how big and strong the Clans were. You make a lot of stuff and trade it with the Witch Hunters. You must be really smart! I want to big and smart too! I could be a great warrior! That's way better than sitting in a human's lap all day!" Billowhaze hummed, tilting his head at the proud little kit.

"Well, you heard him," Billowhaze chuckled, glancing back at his brothers. "He could be a great warrior."

"Shouldn't we make sure no one's looking for him?" Currentsmoke asked.

"Who would be looking for me?" the kit asked, mimicking Billowhaze's head tilt.

"If he has a mother looking for him," Billowhaze muttered so the kit couldn't hear, "I'm sure the Witch Hunters will come by the border and ask for him. Besides, we should take him to camp. He's only…" Billowhaze paused, a thought catching his attention. He turned back to the kit and asked, "How old are you?"

"I don't know," the kit said innocently.

"Alright," Billowhaze groaned. "Whitepaw! Do you remember age markers? Can you figure out this kit's age?"

"Um…" Whitepaw said, tail twitching back and forth. "Have you lost any of your teeth, little one? Have they fallen out of your mouth?"

"Yesterday I ate the food my human left out," the kit explained in one breath. "My tooth fell out of my mouth but I just ate it with the rest of my food."

"Well," Whitepaw chuckled, "you still have kitten fur, so… I think you're four moons old."

"Good job," Billowhaze purred. "I agree. It's better to take him back to camp."

"I'm still going to ask Oilstripe if I can lead a patrol to the river," Currentsmoke sighed. "I don't want this to be a repeat of our problem with Nimblestep."

"Can we go hunting?" the kit asked, bouncing around Billowhaze.

"You need to see our leader first," Billowhaze said. He stopped the kit from wandering by placing his paw in front of him. "If you really want to join the Clans, there's a few things you'll need to do. What's your name, anyway?"

"I heard what Clan names sound like," the kit said, jumping onto a small root. "I picked my own! Doveclaw the warrior!" The gray and white kit dropped into a playful battle pose, growling.

"That's a nice name!" Whitepaw chirped as Anchovystrike once again laughed. "You'll have to earn that name, though. When you're young, we would call you something like Dovekit. Then you can become Dovepaw, like how I'm Whitepaw!"

"I can't be Doveclaw?" the kit—soon to be known as Dovekit—huffed.

"With hope," Billowhaze hummed, nudging Dovekit toward the rest of the patrol, "you will some day."

Anchovystrike took the lead back home while Currentsmoke, Whitepaw, and Billowhaze walked along Dovekit, prying him for more information and laughing at the kit's strange arrival. Anchovystrike couldn't stop laughing at Dovekit's random comments and insistence he could become a warrior as soon as he entered camp.

It seemed there would always be something to take Anchovystrike's mind off heartache and frustration.

(Whitepaw: 11, male, historian apprentice, nervous, active imagination)

(Billowhaze: 29, male, historian, loyal, good kit-sitter)

(Anchovystrike: 29, male, warrior, playful, unshakable StarClan link)

(Currentsmoke: 29, male, cartakr, loving, good climber, inventor and innovator)

(Dovekit: 4, male, kit, impulsive, active imagination)

A skirmish with LynxClan cats stealing crabs leaves Yarrowclaw with a mangled leg and Downstar with a mangled tail.

[Image ID: Yarrowclaw and Downstar face off against a black masked tabby with blue eyes and a scar across their muzzle. Under Downstar, it says + CONDITION: MANGLED TAIL, while under Yarrowclaw, it reads + CONDITION: MANGLED LEG. Oilstripe runs towards them, yowling, "Get off of my leader!" Under her, it says - CONDITION: GRIEVING.]

(Oilstripe: 98, female, deputy, charismatic, ghost speaker)

(Downstar: 153, female, leader, wise, trusted advisor, very clever)

(Yarrowclaw: 29, female, warrior, cold, fire master)

Washington finally passes from his shipwreck injuries, but at least he died in a safe and loving home. Rabbitjoy decides to retire as a result, but since Downstar is weak, Oilstripe’s the one to give Frostpaw to Ravenweaver for the rest of her training.

[Image ID: Oilstripe watches over Rabbitjoy, Ravenweaver, and Frostpaw. Ravenweaver and Frostpaw face each other, now mentor and apprentice, while Rabbitjoy watches, pleased.]

(Washington: 222, male, elder, nervous, good mediator)

(Rabbitjoy: 130, female, elder, charismatic, master weaver)

(Oilstripe: 98, female, deputy, charismatic, ghost speaker)

(Frostpaw: 11, female, artisan apprentice, strict, lover of stories)

(Ravenweaver: 29, female, artisan, den builder, very clever)

[sprunkimortality]

(NON RP QUESTION): What does everyone think of Tunner?

(no rushing, take ur time, im very patient :D)

not doing quotes this time cause 1) it's quicker and 2) you said non-rp, so x might as well !! Oren - Thinks he's a cool sheriff Raddy - Neutral lol Clukr - Honestly prefers Ciqu over Tunner when it comes to law enforcement, but doesn't think Tunner is bad in general Fun Bot - Thinks he's fun, likes it when he dances the tango Vineria - Senses good vibes in him

Gray - 👍 Brud - Likes him Garnold - Prefers him over Ciqu OWAKCX - Still kinda scared of him cause of the stealing incident Sky - Loves him cause he's Tunner's son :) even though he gets bummed whenever Tunner says he can't do something cause he's too young

Mr. Sun - Still a little guilty for indirectly causing him to dry up during his first time on land Durple - Likes his rugged fashion (it's his guilty pleasure) Mr. Tree - Likes relaxing with him, also has had history of guiding him through emotional troubles Simon - Sees him as a dad figure (Tunner doesn't know)

Mr. Fun Computer - Loves introducing him to internet culture (well, the Sprunki equivalent of it- which is MUCH better and more sanitized than irl internet culture) Wenda - Thinks he's a buzzkill (/aff) also likes attempting to bribe him with her charm (it always fails) Pinki - Finds it adorable when Tunner giggles while eating her muffins Jevin - Sees him as competent

Black - Has a mild grudge on him for being able to smoke while he can't, but otherwise thinks he's fine Saves - Only vaguely remembers him, sees him as hardworking and courageous Ciqu - Questions his methods yet respects him as both a coworker and only close friend Sprinkles - Thinks he's kind and wise, even made him a lil DIY badge :) Calvin - Prefers him over Ciqu

[tribalauthor]

THE WISEWOMAN (roman reigns ff) <chapter 13>

word count: 2.4K

January 27th, 2024

Sophia's POV

We've been in the arena the whole day today. I watched Roman rehearse for the match later.

I also finally met Jey. Since our work schedules don't align I haven't had the chance to meet him but now I did. He seems like a very good man. Just like all of the Bloodline.

I also had the honor to meet Naomi - Jimmy's wife who is going to return at the Women's Rumble match. It's been years since she left WWE but now she is returning and I'm sure fans are going to be so happy.

As of now I am talking Cathy. We befriended each other since we both have masters in Journalism. I also learned she graduated in Julliard as well. Suddenly a male voice interrupted our conversation.

"Finally I get to see Sophia face to face." the voice sounded oddly familiar. I turned around and there was CM Punk in front of me. He has history with my uncle too.

I smiled faintly at him.

"Nice to meet you." I said politely and he reached his hand for a handshake. After we shook our hands he hugged me which took me off guard.

"You grew up so much. I remember the day after your uncle saved my whole career back in 2002 he invited me to his home and you were there. A sweet, little girl who turned into a woman. A Wise Woman." he corrected himself and I just slightly chuckled at him. "You were talking serious smack back then and I told Paul that you are going to replace him one day. Turns out I was right."

"I am replacing him temporarily, Mr. Punk." I replied to him with an assuring note in my tone.

"How is his leg?"

"It's getting better but really, really slowly. I don't know when he's gonna come back." I said the truth.

"Gotta jump to New York and visit him soon." he muttered.

"How are you feeling about the match?" I asked. It's good to hear the point of view of Rumble's contestants.

"Can't wait to win." he replied confidently. "I may be old, darling, but I still have the same blood boiling as I did 20 years ago. And when I win, I'm gonna choose to face your Tribal Chief, gonna defeat him and then take you as my Wise Woman." the gray haired man just spilled all of his plans and winked at me.

"Good ideas, Mr. Punk but let's not get too bold." I replied.

"What's going on here?" this time I heard a clearly familiar voice from behind me and it was my boyfriend's.

"Talking about the good old days and the sweet new future." Punk replied to Roman. I looked at him and he had his arms crossed.

"Phil, there's some questions we need to discuss." Cathy told him and they went somewhere.

"I don't like him." Roman said as Punk left. "What was he telling you?"

"Nothing. Just that once he saw me when I was a toddler and now I am a grown woman." I said the truth but I'm not gonna say the last part because it's gonna get him mad and that's the least I would want right now.

"Yeah, you are. He is also married. Did he tell you that?" he asked, still sounding a bit heated.

"No. We didn't get to that part since we didn't talk much." I responded trying to sound calm.

"I don't like other men talking to you. I'm gonna be real." Roman stated and I just started laughing cause he is so cute when he gets jealous. "I want to protect you from these hyenas. And I will."

"Okay." I said and I really wanted to hug him and kiss him right now but we promised to act professional around the colleagues for the time being since we want the kiss later to be a surprise for everyone. "But just so you know, not everyone wants to take me from you. It's just collegiality, my Tribal Chief."

"Nah. I know these men better than you think. It's not just collegiality." he sounded so sure and I didn't feel like arguing, so I didn't say anything.

Roman Reigns is protective over his territory.

"Look at you, lil' mama." Roman exclaimed once I came out with the full glam Balmain he got for me.

I wrinkled my face by the way he called me, though.

"Lil' mama?" I repeated.

"I'm sorry, it just slipped out." he apologized and then stood up coming closer to me.

"The first thing that slipped out of your tongue is lil' mama?" I asked him while he approached me, completely towering over me despite the fact that I'm wearing high heels.

"I think it's broken can you fix it?" Roman asked back and leaned to kiss me. He is a very slick man. I felt him pulling my body closer to his while I got my hands on his chest.

We slightly pulled away with our faces still being close.

"By the way, how do you picture our kiss later?" I asked.

"Mm. I don't know. Let's practice the options and then we are gonna decide." he suggested and I shook my head at him all grinning.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is the start of WWE's 2024 Royal Rumble. Very important matches are ahead of us and as y'all see I'm even in front of the Tribal Chief's room to interview his Wise Woman and give us a little sneak peek of what should we expect later." Cathy spoke on the mic and then she handed it to me waiting for my response.

"The Roman Reigns that is in this very room behind me is not the Roman Reigns people know or are used to." I started explaining dramatically. "He's been preparing mentally and physically for this match because he is defending the Undisputed title not from one, not from two but three men at the same time, Cathy." I said. "If we think about this when was the last time we got a fatal 4-way match with a title defense?" I asked rhetorically. "Roman Reigns is currently getting ready to make history again tonight." I declared.

"And do you think he is winning?" she asked me and I furrowed my eyebrows at her.

"Please, don't ask me stupid questions. I will provide a spoiler and not a prediction that your reignsing, defending, undisputed WWE Universal Heavyweight Champion, your Tribal Chief, Roman Reigns is retaining the title." I spoke with pure confidence, feeling the spirit of my uncle taking over me.

"Do you have any predictions or spoilers about the Women and Men's Rumble matches?" Cathy asked me.

"For the Women's Rumble I root for my girl Tiffany Stratton and for the Men's it's gotta be Jimmy. I already explained him. He wins, faces Gunther and takes the World Heavyweight Championship in the Bloodline." I replied.

"Alright, Sophia. Thank you for your time and that outfit is fire." Cathy complimented me.

"Thank you." I replied politely and she left with the camera men.

After the long entrances, the powerful introductions from Samantha and the punches and maneuvers all the men have been pulling, the match was near its end.

Just like uncle, I am holding Roman's Ula Fala like the totem of reign and dominance it is. I am also observing the match thoroughly and it's so nerve-wracking yet exciting yet scary.

Never have I ever thought in my life how many emotions you can experience just in one wrestling match and especially when you are sitting ride beside the ring. I start to understand uncle more and more every single day why he cherishes this business so much.

The stipulation of this match is awful by the way. Whoever pins somebody, takes the championship. It's not necessary to be Roman.

As a Wise Woman, I tried to play my part for a while and I think I did it perfectly. With that perfect bodice with deep cleavage, it wasn't hard for me to distract Roman's opponents. He saw how they were staring at me and that made him even more furious, enhancing his performance.

Solo interfered in the match, Samoan spiking Randy and LA knight but AJ Styles turned out the things in his way, spearing Solo through the baricade.

While Roman was sure he got Randy and Knight, AJ was about to jump at him from behind. I was yelling to warn my boyfriend and he moved away.

AJ is now on the ground and Roman started throwing punches at him then pulled him for a DDT.

Shoulders on the mat.

1, 2, 3.

And Roman Reigns retains.

Samantha's voice echoed through the whole arena announcing the victory of the Tribal Chief.

I got in the ring swiftly grabbing the championship from the official. With the belt in my one hand and the Ula Fala in the other I kneeled before the lying body of my boyfriend. He was dripping from sweat, his long curly hair getting slightly frizzy and looking tired as hell which is expected after a match like this.

I will take a good care of him when we get back.

When he saw me kneeling in front of him, he got in the same position too. I handed him his most priced possessions but he pulled me in for a kiss instead.

Just like how we arranged it.

The kiss was exchanged was deep but not too passionate. We came to a decision not to go too crazy yet.

I heard how the crowd started screaming, yelling and clapping. When I opened my eyes, I saw genuine shock in everyone's faces from the crowd until the commentators and Samantha.

My heart was beating loudly from all the excitement and adrenaline that is going through my whole body right now. It's a feeling that is hard to be described.

I put the Ula Fala on Roman's neck and when we finally decided to get up, I put the belt on his waist too and then he pulled his one up, taunting his opponents and the part of the crowd that is sick of seeing him as a champion.

Then we headed out of the arena, some people shouting and applauding, others were basically frozen.

No one saw that coming.

I know that a lot of questions will get upon us.

I was actually wrong. The colleagues behind the scenes seemed speechless.

"Amazing job." Hunter praised us.

"Sophia Marie Heyman." uncle spoke through the phone.

We were facetiming, of course and Joe was right next to me.

"I have so many questions. How did you two decide to do it? Who came up with the idea? Is this all real or storyline and last but not least why wasn't it discussed with me?" my uncle seemed completely off guard.

Me and Roman just exchanged some guilty looks, trying to see who is gonna start explaining.

"Well, first of all, uncle, I'd like to say this is all real." I started and his eyes widened and when uncle's eyes widen they become exactly like those animated characters which makes it so funny but I am also scared of what he is going to say.

"So you are saying my Tribal Chief is now my nephew-in-law." he concluded and me and Roman started laughing.

"Paul. I felt instantly attracted to Soph ever since the moment I saw her and you know best that when I want something, I get it." he declared, looking so determined.

"Then Triple H called us and based on the fan's reactions about us, he wanted to do a little storyline thing. We didn't know you would react to all of this plus it was all a secret between us three. No one had any idea. Not even Jimmy and Solo." I spoke tge truth and uncle shook his head slowly.

"I need some time to process all of this." he put his hand on his forehead. "My niece with my Tribal Chief, oh my God. I know both of you so perfectly. Never would I ever foresee you attracting each other. Are you serious or is it just momentarily?"

Me and Roman got offended by this question.

"Paul, I thought you knew I am a serious guy, make it even ten times more in this case cause we are talking about your blood." Roman responded with certainty.

"For the record uncle, I have never been unserious about something my whole life. I like Roman, I like spending time with him hence I want to be his partner not only in WWE." I said with the same tone too.

"Alright." hs suddenly settled. "I have no other choice but to acknowledge your intentions towards each other but I gotta warn you, Roman, right here and right now, if you break Sophia's heart in any way and make her regret her decisions, it's over with your career. That is not a prediction, it's a spoiler." uncle alerted his dear friend and colleague and I tried to contain my laughter.

"Got it, Paul." Roman replied obediently. "I'm gonna bring her positive emotions only, I promised it to her and now to you as well. She is not going to regret being with me."

"Okay. I believe you but I still had to say all of this for the protocol." uncle nodded his head.

I think he took it better than expected.

I am lying next to Roman in his bed running my fingers softly through his chest, exchaning couple of kisses from time to time.

"I just realized something." I spoke and he looked at me with interest. "This was our first match together."

I saw a cute grin on Joe's face and he wrapped his hands around my body.

"And how'd you like it?" he asked.

"It was amazing. You were perfect." I purred and slowly smooched his lips.

"You were amazing too, baby. The way you were distracting these uncles...see? They are all married but the second they see a young woman like you, they fold." he spoke with a matter-of-fact tone.

"And that's why I'm using this fact as my advantage." I winked at him and we kissed again.

"I fully support that but be careful, okay?" I nodded.

"Are you hurt, baby?" I pouted my lips and suddenly his cheeks got red.

"Did you just call me 'baby'? Joe giggled like a school girl and I bit my lower lip. "Nah, I'm not hurt. When you are around me, I cannot feel pain, babygirl." he replied to me and pulled me for a hug then kissed my head.

As we started to feel tired I fell asleep in his embrace.

[xflixer7]

all of my yellowjacket headcannons (so far)

word count is like a trillion ok i’m not counting all of this

hi it’s been 8 months i finally counted (1865 words)

lottie

she/her transfem! lesbian bottom (i wanna eat her whole)

-schizophrenic

-definitely has some type of ocd

-ptsd

-autistic because i say so

started playing soccer when she was little

will actually go insane is you steal any of her clothes if you look at her she will actually be drooling with heart eyes

plays piano

also knows violin because her parents made her take it doesn’t play is anymore though

lottie isn’t jealous but very protective

her favorite (modern!) singers are

-phoebe bridgers

-clairo

-#1 laufey fan on the world

-fiona apple

unironically knows every katy perry song by heart because she used to be her favorite when she was little

her room is huge

likes putting her hair in pigtails

golden retriever girlfriend she’s so sweet ugh and loves to spend time and money on her person you always staying at her house would literally kiss the ground the person she is dating walker on if they asked her too:((

also the worst cooker you ever met like how did you fuck up toast why is the smoke alarm going off??

favorite color is blue

lottie definitely has a hairstylist she goes too every month to get permed and there really close i can see her telling them about ALL the school drama

lottie wants write story’s when she’s older maybe romance or mystery idk but i can just imagine her having a typewriter and writing you story’s she has wanted to do it since she was a kid and is very passionate about it:((

what i think her favorite shows are:desperate housewives,american horror story,sailer moon

so scared of horror movie like she will start crying

her favorite characters are:

-emily (corpse bride)

-bree (desperate housewives)

-starfire (teen titans)

always goes on and on about how she’s bubblegum and your marceline she LOVES adventure time

her favorite movie is bridge to terabithia

lotties favorite animal is a bunny and she really wants a pet bunny

BEGS you to give her your bra and your confused but you give it too her and she makes a bracelet out of it and wears it practically every day proudly

also think that lottie is a great artist? like sketching and painting wise

nat

SAY IT WITH ME transmasc! (he/they) definitely bi because i say so

-depressed

-dyslexic

-ptsd

started playing soccer in middle school

LOVES christmas like has an unhealthy obsession with it (tries to act like he doesn’t)

northern italian knows the language pretty well also a great cook

wants to play electric guitar

his favorite (modern!) singers are

-tyler the creator

-radiohead

-alex g

-hole

-is so obsessed with mistki don’t even get me started

randomly painted his room black one day when he was bored

usually prefers his hair down

you give him haircuts he doesn’t trust anyone else someone definitely fucked up his hair once and he never went back

his favorite color is black or gray

just wants to be famous tbh but he wants to be in a band

what i think his favorite shows are:rick and morty,bojack horseman,shameless

LOVES horror movies and reality tv like 90 day fiancé and the kardashions (his guilty pleasure)

also likes claymation

his favorite characters are

-ash (fantastic mr fox)

-alyssa (the end of the fucking world)

-coraline (coraline)

his favorite movie is little miss sunshine

nat’s favorite animal is a panther he saw one in the jungle book when he was little and just thought it looked cool

always headcannoing characters as trans like finn from adventure time or jeff from clarence he’s so cute:((

nat skateboards too definitely not great at it but does it when he’s bored

jackie

(she/her) jackie is just a bratty pillow princess lesbian you can’t fool me

-adhd asf

-neurodivergent for sure

-ptsd

started playing soccer because she was bored eighth grade tbh i don’t think she likes it as much as the others but she thinks it’s fun

chronic hoodie stealer

this girl is a vegetarian for sure

jackie is jealous always period

her gay ass button ups bro

her favorite (modern!) singers are

-ariana grande her fav

-rihanna

-billie eilish

-harry styles

-lana del ray

pretty mainstream music taste

all pink room it’s very like coquette?

ponytail girl but also enjoys her hair down

favorite color is light pink duh

wants to be a makeup guru or just stay at home honestly she hates working

what i think her favorite shows are:euphoria, grays anatomy,glee,vampire diaries

i think she likes very drama files shows and will rant about tv show characters and there dynamics and why she think that there like that and etc for HOURS

ughhh jackie is such a girls girl like she is the friend who always has your back and has gum or a tampon for you she is the friend who would check you on your period

her favorite characters are:

-maddy (euphoria)

-regina (mean girls)

-winnie the pooh (she thinks he’s cute)

her favorite movie is DEFINITELY jennifer’s body

jackie is a cat lover and has 2 i can see her with a orange and a gray cat and they always fight

shauna

DEFINITELY bi (she/her)

-bipolar

-ptsd

joined soccer with jackie in eighth grade

has like thousands of boxers

russian

knows how to play saxophone (she doesn’t even know how she learned she just did) she doesn’t own one though

so jealous but never says anything (this girl cannot communicate to save her life)

her favorite (modern!) singers are

-the cranberries

was so mad when they got popular on tiktok and had to let everyone know they where her fav since day 1 (everyone knew)

-suki waterhouse

-cigarettes after sex

-never got over halsey since 2017

-the smiths

(a TRUE music lover over here)

she honestly doesn’t care how her room looks but it’s never clean

doesn’t do anything with her hair really

dark green is her favorite color

shauna’s hair may seem simple but she’s VERY picky about how it’s cut and is always worried there gonna cut it bad so she gets it cut like twice a year(she always ends up hating it)

she wants to be some sort of doctorate she’s fascinated by the human body so i can see her wanting to be a surgeon

what i think her favorite shows are:good girls, queens gambit,13 reasons why

her favorite characters are:

-velma (chicago)

-cassie (euphoria)oh the parallels…

-amy (gone girl)

her favorite movie is chicago (loves musicals)

a simple gal she really likes dogs

taissa

she/her lesbian

-anxiety

-ptsd

joined soccer in fifth grade

mixed (duh)

used to be in the marching band

her favorite (modern!) singers are

-frank ocean

-post malone

-has a soft spot for shawn mendas has all of his albums

-really enjoys 60’s music so she really likes the beetles

her room is pretty big too not huge on decorating

doesn’t care about hair like at all will wear a headband sometimes

a good girlfriend like if your cold she will give you her jacket type she has a temper never jealous either girlfriend material she’s the type you would want your kid to date y’know?

respectful to adults gets good grades and stuff

her favorite color is like a pearlescent white and everyone is like what the hell is that (she is trying to be different this is one of my favorite colors😿)

cuts her own hair thinks it’s overpriced and dumb to have someone professionally do it

tai wants to be something important like president or some shit i can see her being a lawyer

what i think her favorite shows are:the umbrella academy,big mouth,skins

tai only watches skins and euphoria type shows because she loves the drama

her favorite characters:

-hermoine (harry potter)

-patrick (perks of being a wallflower)

-nadine (edge of seventeen)

her favorite movie is the 6th harry potter movie she also thinks it’s the most underrated

she likes tigers

van

she/her and lesbian duh

-ptsd

joined soccer kinda randomly in seventh grade

irish

plays the trumpet but is kinda embarrassed by it

her favorite (modern!) singers are

-bruno mars

-tori amos

-girl in red duh

-david bowie

-was ziggy stardust for halloween when she was 8

can’t convince me her room is not painted red

doesn’t care about hair either puts in a ponytail to keep it out of her face

is a great girlfriend all the same traits as taissa except not the best at school she’s honestly surprised she graduated

favorite color is red

her uncle cuts her hair for like five bucks out of his garage also i definitely think she used to have a bowl cut when she was little

doesn’t really care about money she just wants to be happy wants to own a record store or be a professional soccer player

speaking of records she definitely has a lot of collections like lowkey a hoarder…but her stuff is cool though! like funky pops hot wheels cd’s records etc

what i think her favorite shows are:beavis and butthead, avatar, south park

mostly likes adult animation

her favorite characters are:-harley (suicide squad)-ron (harry potter)-beast boy (teen titans)

her favorite movie is the bee movie or lego batman there cinematic masterpieces

van likes pigeons for not particular reason she just thinks there funny looking

i can see van as a surfer too like her dad definitely is one also i can imagine her being really close with her dad and they have a local family business bakery:((

misty

she/her and idk her sexually like i genuinely have no idea

-autistic

-ptsd

always wanted to be on the team but knew she was bad at sports

german definitely

her favorite (modern!) singers are

-any female kpop band

-justin bieber

-pink-

melanie martenz is her favorite forever

light purple room has justin bieber posters everywhere

lowkey forgets she has hair whenever people comment on it she’s like “oh yeah!”

very obsessive of you and loves you almost too much sometimes you think it’s creepy but than your like “awww she’s so cute”

likes the color yellow

her favorite colors are brown and orange (there her favorite because she feels bad everyone calls them ugly)

i can see her being a k-pop stan too

(her bias in bts is j-hope)

also is a famous editer on tiktok and no one knows😭her username is like “gxxbflix” or some shit

literally has had one haircut in her life like it never grows?

i see her as a pharmacist

what i think her favorite shows are:walking dead,mlp,monster high

has SO many online friends

definitely loves romance anime

she’s in like every fandom ever because she wants to have online friends and be included on discord😭

plays clarinet

is in band

favorite characters:

-cruella (cruella)-alice (alice in wonderland)-edward (edward sciccor hands)

and mistys favorite movie is alice through the looking glass (because it shows the queen of hearts back story and misty loves her)

and misty likes birds duh

those are my headcannons for them i know it’s a lot but i’m obsessed ok send requests if you have any please

-🙈

[strangestcase]

You remember that list of J&H movies that actually slap? I cannot find the post for the life of me and I NEED to watch that French one. Help a sister out! What was the name???

Alright SO!

Doc’s incredibly objective list of J&H films that fucking SLAP:

-Le Testament Du Docteur Cordelier (1959): obscure French TV film by Jean Renoir in which Mr. Hyde is a sex pervert played by a mime. Set in 1950s France but incredibly accurate to the book.

-I, Monster (1971): a British production with Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing as main characters. A more “realistic” science-y take on the story.

-Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1920): with John Barrymore. It’s also an adaptation of The Picture of Dorian Gray. -Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1931): a “talkie” version of the previous movie. Not the best writing wise but it’s gorgeous. The acting and SFX are the best I’ve seen so far.

-El Hombre y La Bestia (1951): Argentinian movie in which Jekyll is married with a four year old son. And it’s heartbreaking. Other than that is very similar to Le Testament in the ways it adapts the story and changes the setting.

-Nightmare Classics: Jekyll and Hyde: episode of the show Nightmare Classics which it is a very interesting retelling of Jekyll and Hyde.

-The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (2003): okay this one isn’t a J&H movie but Jekyll and Hyde are in it and they’re very well acted and characterized. Go on, sue me.

Might expand the list when and if I find more movies that are worthwhile or at least not mid.

[sunflowerandsunshinebaby]

girlieee you know i luvvvv your writing! thalia and little!annabeth please(and only if your not busy. you know i hate stressing you out)

Annabeth checked the Poseidon cabin clock (put in there after Percy was late to too many meetings) for the umpteenth time in the last hour. After all MamaThalia had told her she would be here TODAY but Annabeth was still waiting in Percy's cabin while he iris messaged his mom. “Hey wise girl get over here and say hi to my mom” Percy gently flicked a pen in her direction and she moved and went up to the iris message “hey Mrs. Jackson” she mumbled and inwardly cursed. She is going to be a big girl when Thalia gets here and big girls don't mumble!

Sally and Percy exchanged a knowing look. Percy was an expert at telling when Annabeth was little despite him not being her caregiver and Sally was just good with all littles. “Y’know sweetness…” Sally starts and Annabeth glares and Sally sighed softly “I’ll leave it alone for now sweetness but take care of yourself okay?” she said with a motherly look that made Annabeth only need MamaThalia even more. 

“Oh don't worry she will” comes a familiar voice from the cabin door and Annabeth whirls around any sense of her being big disappearing at the sight of her mama. Percy sneaks out the door while Annabeth rushes to Thalia. “Mama!!! I missed you” she says thrilled to be in her arms again. Its been hard with Thalia on the hunt and Percy has been trying his best but Annabeth tends to go to Piper when Thalia isn't there. “I missed you too Annie” Thalia murmured into Annabeths blonde curls.

“So I'm judging based on your little chat with Percy's mom that you haven't been little much?” Thalia questioned with a slightly stern edge.  Annabeth shuffles her feet, her cheeks flaring hot “Not really…Percy tries to help n so does piper but not the same as you…” she admits. “I know Annie I know its hard baby but I’ll try and send more letters” Thalia says soothingly as she strokes  Annaneths hair. No matter how bad of a hunt it had been or how edgy Thalia was normally when she’s with Annabeth? She melts.

“Can we just cuddle mama?” Annabeth looks up at Thalia with giant gray eyes. Thalia nods wordlessly scooping Annabeth up and carrying her over to the extra bed in the Poseidon cabin and settling them both down. She strokes annabeths hair lulling her farther into little space and begins to tell her a tamed down version of one of her recent hunts. And soon Annabeth was falling asleep finally feeling safe in her mamas arms.

[rebootgrimm]

Okay so I saw Null’s trailer animated as if it were in BFDIA: TPOT (animation credits to Konneguy. Animation here). Might draw these later, idk. It’s under the cut due to it being LONG. If everyone had an appearance in tbe BFDI crossover and either I missed it or the wiki didn’t show it, I’m going to lose my mind /gen. This has taken me 3-ish hours to do. please reblog it took me so long

Poob: This one’s obvious since Poob already was one in the trailer, but Poob is a party horn.

Bive: Was also in the trailer, but she wasn’t an object. I want to say that she’d be a notebook due to it being implied to be where she writes everything down in a conversation with Pilby. She also would likely have glasses (drawn on or taped on) on herself as well, like she does in canon.

Unpleasant: I’m going to be honest, I don’t have a lot to go off of here. According to the wiki, Unpleasant is a “solid rectangle with exactly one nerve”. I’m just going to say that Unpleasant is a poster and move on because I have no clue what else I could possibly do.

Reddy: Reddy is a red animatronic for the Redball company whose full name is “Reddy Franz Redballs”. Safe to say it would be a red ball robot (like flower robot, but a red ball).

Mannequin Mark: It. It’s in the name. MANNEQUIN Mark. I think he’d kinda look like David regarding how human-like he looks. Except for the fact that they have no legs and instead have a stand.

Gnarpy: It would be easy (and incredibly funny) to make Gnarpy a UFO, but yknow how there’s Algebraliens??? Yeah, so Animaliens. Animal aliens. Jermbo is one of those too. Gnarpy is a bipedal Animalien cat.

Mozelle: Okay on one hand, Inanimate Insanity already has a character that is a bow and they’ve collabbed. On the other hand, both shows have a character named “Taco”. On that note, Mozelle would be a bow with demon horns to symbolize her being from hell. I’d make them be a crown with said horns but uh… she doesn’t wear one of those.

Scag: So apparently she was in an appearance for the BFDI crossover and appeared as a blue floppy so uh… yeah. That.

MR: yeah uh. that is a rock. Would it be funny if it just floated around everywhere? Yes. Am I imagining him acting more like One and having no arms but using magic for everything instead? Also yes.

NULL: Okay whatever Null is, it’s a robot. In the animation I mentioned earlier, Null is a chicken hat. It makes sense since that’s really the only notable thing accessory wise about him, but it would be REALLY funny if it was a robotic chicken. Albeit, a chicken is more of an animal than an object so uh… chicken hat it is.

Jermbo: As mentioned earlier, Jermbo is an Animalien (bipedal cat Animalien).

Prototype: Was also in the crossover, appeared as a gray wooden box with his regular horns (one on each of the box corners where their face is).

Folly: In the animation I mentioned before, Folly is her hat. While it’s a great idea, I don’t want to steal the idea. Instead, I’m going to say Folly is her mask, with the same side gone like in canon and her red eye is just floating there… somehow. The Diamond eye is a bit shorter so that way an arm and mouth can fit without looking weird. Folly only has one arm due to the broken mask.

Split: Look at her. That is a banana.

Melanie: It has dawned on me that this game has a lot of robots. Anyways. Bunny-themed television. Can you tell I’m getting tired? This has taken me roughly two hours at this point.

Dr. Retro: Canonically had an appearance form for the crossover, was a cat-themed Gumball machine.

Pilby: Another difficult one. Pilby would probably be a clown nose due to the fact that they’re a clown.

Infected: Had an appearance in the BFDI crossover. He was a tv showing static and his infection covering their right eye.

Pest: Had an appearance in the crossover. Was the letter “P” (white and blocky with red outline) with mandibles.

Spud!: Due to the capture and experimentation by Gnarpy (and other Gnarpians), I want to say that Spud! would be partly Animalien, but not fully. I want to say she’d be a bucket that has parts of a fox (reasoning: silly /pos)

Stat: Stat has a crossover appearance, appearing as a “Davidian” with her normal hairstyle.

Wallter: Wallter appeared in the crossover as a literal wall with grass underneath.

Flesh Cousin: This one is tricky due to not having much to work with, however I think it would be a mirror that can copy the appearance of others, much like they can do in-game.

Lampert: …that is a lamp.

[ajsvthefourth]

Hello, I'm Jeriko and this is my account. I don't do much here, but I might occasionally post unimportant things. Anyways, that's about it, really.

My mutuals:

@donethatbeforelong 💛(a close friend)

@another-delta-lover 🤍(one of my fav drawer [update: who is, unfortunately gone 😭])

@heavyweponguy ❤️(do I have to explain?)

@scouts-cosplays ❤️(Delta's moot and also one of my fave)

@scoutbot-asks 💙(scoutbot roleplay blog)

@the-technition-red ❤️(mod's oc of @fantasytf2-au )

@azra-home-of-gods 💜 (another account that belongs to @tavernofdragons)

@tavernofdragons 🧡(↑)

@fantasytf2-au ❤️(I forgot if you're my moot or not, but I have a feeling you are)

@aniolleq 💛(mod of @n-owhere-to-run)

@darkcloudsatnight ❤️(Delta's moot; aw yeah I love you man)

@ed-died688 🖤(guy who draws Venom content; also one of my favs)

@pyro-the-maniac-woooo ❤️ (Pyro RP blog; at this point, all my moots are my favs)

@mxcrowave 💚(mod of @conductor-on-grn ; I've interacted with the blog a few times and they're really cool!)

@black-scout 🖤(COME HERE, PALLY, I LOVE U; RP blog for a scout oc, please go check them out! [Blog belongs to @tavernofdragons])

@goblinick 🤍(awesome guy that made @white-team-scout)

@silly-gray-person (never thought I'd be your mutual, because you're really cool!)

@pootimedes ❤️(YOU'RE TOO COOL FOR ME, WHY???; really cool #1 heavy simp)

@tf2-nurse-is-dreaming (dude, why are really absolutely cool people following me?!?!; check their blog out, they're cool)

@wololo-01 🖤(everyday I found out that I have another cool moot; great artist and they were one of my first favs)

My RP blogs:

@ask-biddy (a roleplay blog for Mr. Bidwell from Team Fortress 2)

@firebombing-freak (a roleplay blog for my tf2 oc, Rory)

@purple-scout-tf2 (roleplay blog for a scout oc, Jules; a part of the scout rainbow; update: he has a boyfriend)

@zombiesniper-lol (a sniper roleplay blog that is dating zombie scout because why not?)

Thank you for coming, have a nice day 💜💟.

@julio-rictor-richter (a roleplay blog for one of my fav marvel character: Rictor. Not lore wise and not the original Rictor)

@simoia-vajik (here's another green coded blog, sorry not sorry I guess. Anyways, both oc rp and writing blog)

Update: moot tags

[whateversawesome]

Spy x family chapter 81 (Crazy) Theories!

First, let's get something out of the way... Twilight looks HOT in this chapter 🔥 Roger that, Mr. Spy 😏!

Now, back to the theories: I told you so. Westalis probably has some moles inside the SSS. You know who I think it is *coughs* (Twilight's dad/Yuri's Captain!)

But what's interesting to me is that Norman says GUYS (plural). Meaning there's more than one Westalis mole.

Small theory about Westalis moles: We'll find out who they are, they all have different destinies. One will be a double agent (come on, this is a spy story!!) and one of them will be...

Yup, this guy. And you all know l suspect this Captain is Twilight's dad. Come on!! Look me in the eye and tell me you don't see the resemblance. It's him!

This makes me wonder how and why was [Redacted] recruited by WISE. Don't you find it odd they just appeared out of nowhere to offer him a job? And no, I'm not suggesting his dad wanted his son to be a spy...quite the opposite: WISE took [Redacted] under their wing as 'insurance', prevent his dad from betraying them.

Food for thought 🤔

Moving on...

Look at this fun interaction between two agents 😏

Nightfall: It's too dangerous, Twilight. Let's run away together 😍!

Twilight: There's no fucking way I'm leaving my family. I'm in love with my wife (Yooooooooor 😍😍😍!!)

Nice try, Nightfall. But Mr. Spy promised his wife he would never make her suffer like this anymore and has to go back home and make her happy 🥰

The following is VERY important: Seems like the current government wants peace with Westalis AND some higher ups of the SSS are acting against this. Who is behind this? Desmond? There's a reason why WISE is after him.

Crazy theory time (again): Let's play a little. What if instead of a mole, Twilight's dad was a double agent (traitor)? Could it be that WISE purposely trained Twilight to be the best spy knowing one day he could encounter his dad so his dad would be unable to hurt him? It's a bit far fetched, but it's fun to guess.

This panel tells us what Twilight needs to do: Distract/Stall the SSS.

Which makes me think: This is Twilight wearing a disguise. Evidence: His orders. Plus, WISE knows how Wheeler looks like and Twilight has worked with him, so he knows his mannerisms. He can fool the SSS. Plus, the fact that he approached Yuri, who Twilight knows is part of the SSS and his brother in law 😏

My guess is that this is Twilight, but the question is: where's the real Wheeler?

A final word about Wheeler: Now more than ever I believe he'll be Twilight's foil. He looks like a badass, but I doubt he'll be a villain. Endo is an expert in bringing morally gray characters.

If anything, l think he'll be a strange mirror for Twilight. He even kinda looks like him.

They said he was in deep cover and lived in Westalis which means he probably needed people to strengthen that cover. Maybe a family? Maybe... a wife? Since this arc started with certain little adorable wife, maybe Wheeler will make Twilight think about his marriage.

Any thoughts on that? Let me know!

[ohbo-ohno]

Congrats on 1k followers!! Your fics are amazing 🫶🏻 Can I request old Victorian mansion and seance with Johnny x reader?

1k game here

tysm for reading my stuff!!! the victorian mansion isn't exactly present here, but it's the end goal!

2.2k of Soap x Reader with an old Victorian manor & a seance (ft. scam artist reader and asshole ghost johnny. no smut!)

Your newest clients are odd. That's all you can think as you show up on their property, surveying what they claim is haunted.

Usually your clients live in just slightly run-down homes - old enough to have setting bones (or "strange sounds in the night"), some odd air circulation (cold spots), and usually on at least a bit of an incline (uneven flooring that leads to "things falling off shelves at random"). A house just old-enough to cause seemingly impossible things, but not so old that the people moving in already knew what to expect.

But this house... well, it's a bit of a different story this time. Mainly because it's not a house. It's an old RV that, quite frankly, you wouldn't even bother to try and turn on.

The couple who's hired you - Mr. and Mrs. Stewart - had told you over the phone that they planned to take the old RV on a cross-country roadtrip. Seeing it in real life, you're not sure how they ever thought that would happen even before the supposed haunting.

"Oh, fantastic!" Mrs. Stewart, whose first name you can't recall no matter how much you try, rushes up to you and away from her husband. She's middle aged - you'd guess older than forty but not quite fifty - with brown hair and gray streaks, a pair of round-rimmed glasses making her eyes look bigger than they are and a tie dye caftan. "You must be the medium, Ms...?"

You give your name with a small, hopefully non-threatening smile. Poor Mrs. Stewart looks fit to jump out of her skin at any moment, her hands twitching as she lifts them to shake your outstretched hand. She cups yours in both of hers, leaning closely to you.

"Yes, yes of course. We're so happy you agreed to a consultation! Honestly, we've just been terrified, I can't even sleep at night these days, what will all the flashing and the noise and..."

You tune her out a bit as she shakes your hand endlessly, letting your eyes run over her shoulder to her husband and your project of the night.

Mr. Stewart is at least a decade older than his missus, if not more. He's fighting a losing battle with his hairline, leaving him with one of the most insane receding hairlines you've ever seen - the man nearly has a mohawk. His khaki shorts reach his knees despite being belted nearly around the ribs, and a faded polo shirt is tucked into them.

"...and my husband doesn't believe me, you know. No, he acts like I'm insane! Hah! Can you believe that?"

When the endless rambling goes quiet for a beat, you tune back in. Years of zoning out during long winded stories from your mother have given you the great gift of hearing just enough of a speech to respond.

"Well, not all of us are true believers," you say with what you hope is a slightly wise tone. You're still not great at playing the character you've constructed, but you're getting better. At least, you're getting paid more.

Mr. Stewart lets out a loud bark of laughter, then descends into a fit of coughs. Mrs. Stewart quickly moves to his side, patting his back and ignoring the way he waves her off.

"True..." he coughs again. "True believers my ass. Honey, I told you this would be a scam! Look at her - you think a medium shows up to her clients in jeans?"

You fight a blush at that. You knew you should've changed - people are never as doubtful when you wear floor-length skirts, something about pants apparently makes people think you can't see ghosts.

Not the most unfair assumption. You can't see ghosts. But not because of your pants, because they aren't real.

But that's not what you're selling to this couple. So you duck your head a little, try to keep your smile soft. "I'm sorry my informality, Mr. Stewart, but I came as soon as I got your wife's call. This situation sounded... well, I'd hate to use the word dire, but..."

Mrs. Stewart gasps dramatically, right on cue. "Dire! Oh, Lewis, did you hear that? Oh, I told you something was wrong with this damn vehicle!"

"Honey, she's just trying to-"

You cut him off quickly. "I'm here to do whatever needs to be done." You wince at the terrible line, but hurry on. "If there's a lingering spirit here, I'll be more than happy to help them move on. If there's not, no harm to you."

"Harm to my wallet," Mr. Stewart grumbles, scowl only deepening when his wife whacks him on the arm.

"We'll pay whatever we need to to have a safe vehicle," Mrs. Stewart says, her tone very pointed. "Please, we just want to be able to start our trip. We've been looking forward to it for years now!"

"I understand," you nod sagely. "I do prefer to perform my initial inspections alone, so would you mind...?"

Mr. Stewart looks positively indignant, even as his wife begins to drag him away. "We are not leaving this girl alone with our property, Cheryl! She'll rob us blind!"

"Oh, Lewis, you've got to stop seeing the worst in people! You give us a call when you're ready for us to come back, alright?" She steps quickly back over to you, dropping a keyring in your palm. "Here. The damn thing doesn't start, but the doors still work properly."

You nod at Mrs. Stewart and give her as comforting a smile you can as she and her husband make their way over to the bus stop you'd stepped off at, leaving you alone in a dark and frankly creepy parking lot. You're not sure why they chose such a shady part of town to keep their property in, but as long as no one's around you're not going to complain.

It takes a bit of effort to yank the door open, the metal a bit warped, but you manage it without too much trouble and shut it securely behind you as you finally step into the vehicle.

It's.... kind of a dump.

You're glad you brought a flashlight, flicking it on and scanning over all the contents of the RV. You can see dust particles floating through the air and there are cobwebs in every piece of furniture that has a corner, each surface covered in a thick layer of dust.

You can't help but wonder how long it's been since anyone's even bothered to try and turn this thing on, and scowl a little to yourself. If it's been that long since someone was here, there's a good chance it's devoid of anything of value for you to nick.

You scoff and let your flashlight drop, making your way to the driver's seat and flopping into it with a sigh. If you can get the engine to start thig might not have been a total waste of time.

It takes a couple tries for you to even get the key in the ignition, and a couple more turns for the engine to do more than sputter loudly, but the old beast eventually rumbles to life, the lights on the dashboard and above your head brightening the car.

"Than God," you huff. It might be a bit of a pain to steal this hunk of junk, but if you can manage it... well, it would be nice to not have to shell out money for motels every couple of nights. "Full tank of gas," you hum to yourself, frowning a bit at the little gauge. For some reason that strikes you as odd.

"Where you takin' us?"

You scream at the sudden voice behind you, jumping nearly a foot out of the chair as you whirl around.

There's a man standing in the middle of the RV. Tall and young, with broad shoulders and a dark brown mohawk.

And he's transparent. Well, at least partly transparent. The soft yellow glow of the cabin gives him an odd coloration, and you can... oh God, you can see the door to the back through him.

You can't speak. You're left standing there, gaping a bit like a fish, and staring with wide-eyes.

"Well, lass?" He asks, smirk growing on his half-there lips. He takes a few steps forward, hooks his arms around the passenger and driver's chairs and leans forward into your space.

You yelp as you jerk back, landing on the dash board and brandishing your flashlight as a weapon.

"Get the fuck away from me!" You shout, heart nearly beating out of your chest.

"Och," he tilts his head, adopts a fake-hurt expression. "But aren't you the medium? Thought your job was to make contact with ghosts. C'mon then, bonnie." His grin gets... almost salacious as he leans as close as he can to you, nearly brushing noses. "Make contact."

You can't believe it. Honest to God, you think you might've died. There's simply no way you're really seeing a ghost, and there's doubly no way that that ghost is flirting with you.

He seems disappointed by your lack of response, leaning back and letting his expression fall to a more neutral expression. "Not into it then?"

You shake your head as best you can.

He sighs dramatically, like you've done him a terrible inconvenience. "Alright then. Well, if you want to take this thing, you're only taking it to one place."

You still can't quite manage words. Even as he steps to the side, throwing himself into the passenger's seat and somehow not slipping through.

"I wouldn't mind a bit of a roadtrip with you," he goes on, heedless of your shaking and overall terror. "You're not a bad view. But this piece of shite is only going one place. If you don't want to go there, you can get out now."

It takes you a minute to work up the nerve to speak. "Wh...where?"

His eyes flick to you, and he grins again. "My home - nice old house on a hill, left to me by my granny. I was on my way there when the bawbags who own this car ran me down. Didn't even stop to make sure I was alright, can you believe that?"

You shake your head, a little numb as you slip into the driver's seat. You're unintentionally facing him, and he angles his body more towards you and laces his hands between his kness.

"You take me to my home, and I'll let you go. How's that sound?"

"You can't..." you lick dry lips, work a little more moisture into your mouth. "You can't drive yourself?"

He makes an angry noise, leans back against the window and crosses his arms. His legs - intangible as they might be - are long enough to rest on either side of your feet.

"Can't touch anything anymore." You'd almost call his expression pouty, if a ghost could be such a thing. "Can do anythin' else to this thing - turn it on, play music, make it hotter than hell, but can't drive the damn thing."

The lights flicker above you as his tone gets more angered, and you suck in a quick breath.

"Alright," you breathe, hoping maybe he'll calm down and not... what? Blow up the RV? What's the worst case scenario here. "I want to leave town, you want someone to drive you out of town. I can do that."

He eyes you, a little suspicious gleam in what look like they might've been blue eyes once. "You're taking this very well. You met other ghosts before?"

You can't help the laugh that bursts out of you, wiping a hand down your face. "No. No, as a matter of fact, I didn't think ghosts were a thing until about five minutes ago."

A little smile twitches at the corners of his mouth. "Well, rough day for you then, huh?"

You giggle a little hysterically. "You could say that again. Where's your house, anyway?"

You turn to face forward, moving the chair up so you can comfortable reach the wheel as he rights himself in his seat too.

"Oh, it's a stunning thing. Old Victorian building, up on a hill like in all the best movie. Gran always said her own pa built the place, but I'm not so sure myself. Figure if I'm stuck haunting anything, it might as well be that."

"Sounds pretty," you hum, pulling the car out of the parking lot. It's not easy to drive, but you try and keep the jerky starts and stops to a minimum.

"Oh, it is, lass. We MacTavish's have been up there for centuries now, if Gran's to be believed. Might even get to see her again, if this whole ghost thing works out."

"MacTavish?"

You see him grin as he leans forward, holding out a hand. "Johnny MacTavish, ghost extraordinaire, at your service. Long as you take me where I want to go, you and I will get along just fine."

You glance over at him as you pull up to a stop sign. You introduce yourself, reaching out to grasp his hand. It doesn't.... quite work. There's something there, certainly, but it sends shivers up your spine when you try to grab it, and you feel almost like you've been doused in ice water.

He pulls you a little closer by the odd not-quite grip, grin sharpening as he nearly brushes noses with you.

"You try and trick me, lass," he rumbles, lights flickering above you. "You might just find yourself trapped in here with me."

[farity]

Obsession, part 7

She saw it in the news, that the three brothers Grimm, the scourge of their city because of their lawlessness and recklessness, had been found by their own mother, in their own living room.

What wasn't in the news but around gossip sites, was the rest.

The bodies had been placed on the sofa, in the See No Evil, Hear no Evil, and Say no Evil poses, and at first Mama Grimm had laughed upon first seeing her sons. "The boys" she'd called them even though they were in their late twenties and had fathered various little Grimm bastards around the land.

Then she'd realized, seen the wounds, seen how they didn't breathe, and screamed loudly enough that several servants rushed in.

The police had taken one look and known there would be no fingerprints, no fibers, not a mote of evidence. Which told them exactly what had happened.

"A burglary?" Mama Grimm had yelled at the police chief. "Are you fucking joking?"

The man, old enough and wise enough to know what was what, nodded. "There is no evidence to point to anything else, Mrs. Grimm."

* * * * *

"Pyke?"

Your boss pinched the bridge of her nose. "We should open the office there within six months."

"I don't want to live in Pyke."

"No one wants to live in Pyke. Those living in fucking Pyke don't want to live in Pyke. But you'd be management. Up the ladder and all that."

You shook your head, "I don't want to be management. Management is synonymous with headaches. I like my job as it is."

She stared at you, mouth open in disbelief. "You can do that in your sleep. Monitoring shipments? How the fuck is that remotely interesting?"

You wanted to say that your job was a means to pay your bills and live your life. It didn't have to be fulfilling, it didn't have to be interesting. But you couldn't exactly say that. "It suits me, and I'm good at it."

"So you are officially refusing the offer?"

There was a threat now in her voice and you wanted to laugh at her. Fire me, you wanted to say, I'll live off unemployment.

You were not into spending every cent you made. Your savings account was healthy and your daily life was pretty modest, because you liked to splurge in traveling. If you got fired, you'd be fine for a year and you were sure you could find employment quickly enough.

"Yes, I am," you said as pleasantly as you could. "I have no interest in being a manager and even less in moving to Pyke."

She closed her eyes and sighed. "You're the best candidate! Who the fuck is going to be able to handle everything?"

"Maybe you should have clued me in as to your plans before you decided to open a branch in Pyke."

"Go home. I don't want to see you the rest of the day."

"Fine. You're not taking one of my vacation days, though."

You walked out and grabbed your things before heading home. It was a gray, dreary day, and you decided to head home and take a luxurious daytime nap.

* * * * *

"She doesn't have her own security?"

Viserys leaned over, a smile on his face. "The fact that she is asking for a favor puts us in a good situation. She knows you're the best, and by making this public, she is making it known throughout the realm."

Aemond said nothing. He was wasting his time over some old woman who wanted a babysitter while she traveled to King's Landing? By car?

The car arrived and both men exited, walking silently up the rose-framed staircase. There was a woman standing there, who greeted them and led them inside to see the legendary Milena Tyrell.

"She will be with you in just a moment, if you need anything, just ring the bell."

The office was well appointed, the Tyrell sigil dominating the area over the desk, an antique like most of the furnishings.

"Ah, Viserys!"

Aemond turned and saw Milena, a slim woman with a ready smile and a sleek white sweep of hair. She wore a red dress that emphasized her shapely figure, and seemed perfectly at ease in her sky-high heels. She presented her hand to his father, and he placed a kiss on the back of it. "Milena, looking fabulous as always."

"That's what everyone keeps telling me," she said flirtatiously, and then her gaze went to Aemond. "My goodness, aren't you very imposing, dear child?"

Aemond bowed, kissing her hand as well. "It is my honor to provide you with protection, Lady Milena."

"Let us talk. We shall have dinner and talk about the details."

She took the arm Viserys offered and led them to the dining room, where a variety of dishes were laid out. Aemond watched her discreetly during the meal, and was keenly aware that despite the fact that her eyes were mostly on his father, she was assessing him as well. He couldn't blame her. If she was going to put her life in his hands, she had the right to decide if she trusted him or not.

"It would only be the trip there, and once we arrive, my grandson can meet me and drive me back." She sighed. "I just can't do planes any more, not since we almost crashed that one time."

Aemond hadn't heard of this, but said nothing.

Viserys sipped at his wine. "Aemond would be delighted to drive you back here as well, if you wish."

Aemond would NOT be delighted to drive her back, he thought, but kept his expression neutral.

"Oh no, no, it's just the drive there that has me worried. The roads aren't what they used to be, you know."

The rest of the meal was taken up by stories from "the old days" which bored Aemond to near tears but he paid attention nonetheless, even though he would much rather have spent his time thinking of her.

* * * * *

She woke up and realized she'd fallen asleep on her sofa, and had a voicemail. She didn't recognize the number, but these days, that didn't mean anything anymore.

"Oh hello. Uh, it's me. I mean, Helaena. Hi. I got your number from Aemond, I hope it's ok. So, you're the only one who is doing the book club so did you want to come over or, you know, um, I could go to your place. Only if you want. I mean. You're always welcome here, but I know it's a drive to get here. Uh, ok. Let me know. Only if you want. It's Helaena. Oh, I said that already. Ok, bye."

She smiled to herself, wanting to hug Helaena. She seemed so lonely, and she was incredibly sweet. She texted back: I'd love to have you come over! Let me know when and we'll do it!

There was nothing from Aemond, not that she expected him to check in with her, but she was nervous about his sudden trip to Highgarden. Still, Helaena didn't sound like there was anything wrong, so that was a good sign.

She would live like this, she thought, always wondering if he was ok, and while the thought scared her, she didn't contemplate embracing the alternative.

Her phone dinged and she saw Helaena's reply.

omg omg I've never texted anyone other than my brothers. Ok yeah, let me see when I can go over and I will let you know. I'm so excited. Ok.

This poor girl. She had the sudden urge to plan something like an escape to Dorne or something, a girls' weekend full of tiny, dangerous drinks. And mani-pedis. And massages. And she was sure Aemond might murder her himself if she tried to escape with his sister. And she knew, given how she'd met Helaena in the first place, that it wasn't a good idea.

Maybe she'd plant the idea in Helaena's head and see what they could do. Alicent looked like she was up on all the latest treatments with her perfect skin and hair, maybe they could book a spa day wherever the Targaryens approved of such things.

She cleaned up a little, not that there was a lot to clean up, but it always made her feel better to have her space tidied up.

* * * * *

"Stay down, my lady!" Aemond yelled. The driver, a long time employee of Lady Milena, had been stupid enough to leave the car and had immediately gotten himself killed.

"Get me out of here!"

Aemond, reaching through the space between the two front seats, grabbed the woman's hand. "We're surrounded, my lady, but you are safe inside the car."

Another volley of gunfire sprayed across the side of the vehicle and Milena squeezed Aemond's fingers. "It doesn't feel very fucking safe!"

He knew they should have taken a different road, he had suggested it and been overruled because this fucking hag thought she knew better. And so did her goddamn driver. And he was dead. If they were in the car she'd wanted to ride in, they'd be dead. His vehicles were armored, it wasn't something he'd been willing to compromise on, and she should be fucking grateful.

His father had been in the first car, and his driver - one of Aemond's men - had sped away, taking Viserys to safety.

He had reinforcements coming in, and then he'd throw the silly goat into another armored car, drive her the rest of the way to King's Landing himself, and never again agree to this kind of shit.

* * * * *

You had finished laundry, eaten dinner, brushed your teeth, and were about to change into your pajamas when there was a knock on the door and you lunged for your phone, opening up the door security app.

You ran to the door and opened it, and Aemond, shirt covered in dried blood, looked at you.

Again you pulled him in and closed the door but this time he reached for you, grabbing your face in his and pressing his mouth to yours with a desperation that had you running your hands over his chest and shoulders to check for injuries.

"Not my blood," he muttered against your lips before he kissed you again, and sighing, you parted your lips for him.

He leaned down and for a moment you thought he was collapsing but then one arm went under your knees and he swept you up against him, and he headed down the hallway while you devoured his neck, raking your teeth down the pale column. Aemond hissed, his steps faltering for a moment, but then he walked into your bedroom, placing you on the bed.

He reached behind his head, pulling off the ruined shirt before tossing it aside. Coming back to you, he slipped his fingers into the waistband of your leggings, and you raised to hips to help him as he began pulling them down along with your underwear.

Pulling your own shirt over your head, you threw it somewhere to the side of the bed as he finished undressing you, and then you felt his mouth on the inside of your knee. You pressed your lips together as he sucked in some of your skin between his teeth. There would be a mark there. "Mine," he said, and pushing your legs apart, hooked his arms underneath your thighs.

You met his eye, burning with want, a moment before he fastened his mouth between your legs and the room began to spin. You fell back on the bed, his lips and tongue setting you aflame. He wasn't gentle, or patient, and amidst the fog of pleasure enveloping you, you understood his frenzied need to have you.

Reaching down to grab his hair, to somehow get him to slow down before he made you come already, you felt his hands grab yours, and you could only hold on as he drove you to a quick, sharp orgasm. Your hips rolled with every lashing, your cries filling the room, and you realized he wasn't slowing down at all. He licked at your overly sensitive flesh, each swipe of tongue making your body twitch, until you felt it again, the heated coil twisting inside you once more, your hands squeezing his for something to ground you.

When you came the second time, your scream was louder, more ragged, and your body arched, every muscle straining as shards of pleasure tore through you. You could feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears, the brief seconds of bliss as you came down soon taken over by a new build up of release curling inside you.

"Oh gods, oh gods," you breathed. If he heard you, he didn't react, gave no indication of stopping. Instead, he made some kind of growling noise against you and you gasped, the vibrations against you making you moan. Your legs had started to shake and as you began spiraling again you thought I might not survive this, and realized you didn't care.

You began rocking your hips, reaching for release, your hands wrapping around his, and as tears began falling from your eyes, you let it tear you apart, every part of you on fire for him as you came again, your mind going dark as the orgasm took over your every sense.

You felt him leave you for a moment, but then he was pushing inside you and your moan turned into a sob as pleasure and pain mixed together. He was big, and you were so overly stimulated, and as he stretched you, you started reaching for him, to slow him down or to pull him against you, you weren't sure.

You felt him grab one of your hands and he leaned down to kiss the delicate skin of your wrist. You turned your hand to caress his face and he pressed his lips to your palm, murmuring something you didn't quite hear.

You gasped as he snapped his hips, seating himself fully inside you. There were sharp little stings as you struggled to take all of him, but you pulled him down to you until your mouth was near his ear.

He stilled for a moment, and you ran your other hand up his arm.

"Fuck me, Aemond," you whispered. "I want everything."

You felt a shiver go through him, and then he pulled back, so slowly you stopped breathing, and then he thrust hard, making you gasp. Again, he pulled back and again he drove back hard enough to make you moan.

He stopped for a moment and you looked up.

"More. Harder."

You heard a soft hmmm from him, and then he leaned over you, his hands fisting in your hair because each thrust was hard enough that you realized he was holding you in place. The sounds of his hips slamming against yours filled the room, joined by the sounds of someone moaning, whimpering, desperately struggling to take everything he was giving you and at the same time, demanding more.

Your body, already addicted to the pleasure he was giving you, began tightening in anticipation, and when the orgasm hit you, you cried out, a ragged sob leaving your throat as you clenched around him.

He didn't let go of your hair and he didn't stop fucking you through your release, and as you recovered, you ran your hands up his arms and down his chest, the muscles hard as rock as he continued pumping his hips.

"Say you're mine," he demanded.

You wrapped your arms around him, your nails sinking into the skin of his back. "Yes."

He thrust hard, making you gasp. "Say it."

"I'm yours," you breathed out, and in the next desperate breath, you demanded, "your turn."

He went completely still then, and you could hear his breathing as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. "I am totally, completely, and terrifyingly yours."

"Then I will have you, Aemond," you said, and pushed on one shoulder until he realized what you wanted and rolled onto his back, pulling your knees to his sides.

You rolled your hips once, realizing you would be sore later, and began moving, your hands on his shoulders as you began riding him. He reached up to squeeze your breasts, teasing the sensitive tips until he pulled you down to take one in his mouth. You moaned, and he fisted his hand in your hair again, keeping you in place so he could feast.

You rocked harder against him and he let go of your breast, one hand raking through his hair. "Fuck yes," he muttered, letting you set the pace as you continued moving above him. His hands slid down to your hips, one pressing into the soft skin there and the other moving over to your belly, his thumb sliding down to where you were joined. "Come again for me."

You let your head fall back and rode him, your thighs burning, until you felt it building inside you, your hands on your breasts as you gave in, a silent scream on your lips as he grew harder inside you, sending you over the edge, and you felt him groan, fingers digging hard into your hip, the other moving to wrap around you as you collapsed against him.

* * * * *

You didn't know how long you lingered in his arms, floating in the aftermath, Aemond turning to kiss your sweaty forehead every so often. At some point he rolled you onto your back again and ever so gently slipped inside you, this time his movements languorous as he drove you both to a sweet, sweet release that had you sighing.

You were now curled against him, legs intertwined with his, and he wrapped his arms around you. "Are you cold?" he murmured.

The covers and sheets had long ago ended up at the bottom of the bed along with one of your pillows.

"No," you looked at him. "Can you tell me about it?"

He turned onto his side, facing you, and told you about Milena Tyrell, how she'd complained about everything while he put his life on the line for her. The screaming argument he'd had with his father when he'd told Viserys he would never again agree to something like this, and how he'd just left in the middle of it, storming out of the house, to come to you.

You said nothing, just listened and ran your fingertips down his arm. You were most definitely NOT a fan of Viserys Targaryen, but right now you wanted to only focus on Aemond and it delighted you that he had sought you out, that he trusted you enough to come to you. It meant something, especially to someone like him.

"What are you thinking?" he asked.

"That I'm glad you came over, not just because this is the best sex I've ever had in my life," you said and he smiled, "but because I'm glad that you are confiding in me."

He leaned in to nuzzle your cheek. "I trust you," he said. "I've never told anyone I am theirs. I've never wanted anyone to be mine. I don't want to scare you," he said, and laughed when you rolled your eyes at him, "but I want you with me. I want you not just in my life, but to be a big part of it." He stopped himself before he said any more, but kissed your nose.

"Aemond," you said softly, "I know yours is not an easy life, but I am with you."

He moved to kiss your lips, holding you tightly, and he didn't let go for a long time.

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fav ryujin hair? mine was her pink hair in mr vampire:)

anon this is such a hard question. as i'm sure you know, there has been no hair that ryujin has not absolutely rocked.

i think for me...my favorite was her cheshire hair, especially when it was styled a little wavier and not pin straight. the gray, idk...maybe it was just the concept photos that permanently ingrained themselves in my mind?

though to be completely honest...i think a lot of the time i kind of prefer ryujin's natural black hair! i will not put photos of paris fashion week ryujin here bc i value my mental health but black hair really does just suit her i think (chaeryeong as well). i love ryujin's hair in the kmd era (tbh i think every member of itzy in the nomb mv is peak itzy hair wise lol).

however...honorary mention to...wolfcut ryu...

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character/story inspiration tag

rules: write up a blurb or make a visual collage of the people or characters (from books, TV shows, movies, etc.) that inspired your story and/or OC, either visually, personality wise, or just a general vibe

Snatched from @wavvi Tagging @crimewriter/@neonoirland, @digital-deluxe, @havemercymusic, @joannebernice, @armoricaroyalty, @swiftviolets and if you have a story consider yourself tagged!

So because I can't update Sink or Swim like I want to, I decided to whip this up.

For Rosaria

Starting from the left side, we have the actress Marisa Abela who originally served as a means of inspiration for Rosaria’s facial features. Peggy Olson from Mad Men, Retsuko from Aggretsuko, and the movie Secretary.

On the right side we have lyrics from the song "Bad Girls" by Tennis, American Crime Story: Impeachment, Andrea Sachs from The Devil Wears Prada, Waylon Smithers from The Simpsons and the film Funny Girl. I watched Secretary before writing Sink or Swim because I knew it had the tone I wanted with its lead character essentially having a 'sexual awakening' through her boss. A narrative element that connects Aggretsuko and Secretary, beyond its office setting, is how its lead female characters find themselves in relationships with subpar men (sorry to any Haida fans, but that relationship wasn't developed well) which represents how Rosaria began Sink or Swim in a relationship with Ben. Something that connects Secretary, Funny Girl, and The Devil Wears Prada is how its female protagonist undergoes a transformation in terms of presenting herself through the attire she wears. Additionally, in the case of Funny Girl, I took inspiration in how Barbra Streisand's character defied idealized female beauty standards. Fanny Brice found a role at the Follie’s for her comedy, not her appearance, but as she accumulates wealth we see her become a glamorous woman who gains the attention of a traditionally handsome gambler. Beyond portraying a deeply inappropriate workplace relationship, Impeachment provided me a lot of inspiration in how her voice should sound and the various ways she wears her hair.

FOR PIETRO

Starting from the left side, we have Mad Men, The Sopranos, Henry Tomasino of Mafia II, and Michael De Santa of GTA V. On the right side we have lyrics from “Count Me Out” by Kendrick Lamar, Benny of Fallout New Vegas, Hades from Lore Olympus, and the musical Company.

Video games played a bigger role in Pietro's characterization than I realized. Benny was my first source of inspiration from Pietro, as he is the protege of a powerful man (Mr. House) who has ambitions of his own. I always felt Benny was someone who felt he could do better and be better than the man he followed. This is exactly how we'll eventually come to see Pietro's dynamic with Raphael whereas Henry Tomasino is a character I modeled Pietro's voice on and Michael De Santa? Well, when it came to dressing Pietro I always think about the clothes that are available for his character to wear. I checked out Lore Olympus before writing Sink or Swim because I wasn't sure how I wanted to characterize Pietro when it came to his relationship with Rosaria. He isn't necessarily like the boss from Secretary, he isn't Christian Gray, and while I saw LO had its critics I wanted to look over the comic and see what worked or, if there was anything I liked about Hades' characterization that could be incorporated into Pietro. Turns out there were a few things (relationship issues, therapy, a soft spot for dogs). On the subject of therapy, Pietro's sessions with Dr. Bracco are inspired by Tony's reoccurring sessions with Dr. Melfi in The Sopranos. I liked how they provided a gateway into what Tony's character is thinking, and I also thought it would be the best for readers to get to know Pietro, a quiet, vague guy, that way, but Mad Men was ultimately more of a inspiration for Pietro than Sopranos was. Inspiration from the musical Company would come a little later once I decided that Pietro was a guy with relationship troubles as the musical depicts a stable, successful man who is seemingly fine with being alone, but actually craves to receive romance and 'be alive.'