#protègès

[ouctan-tsuvai]

– You're my son protègè now

[dhr-ao3]

THE HEIRESS AND THE PROTÈGÈ: 100 Ways to Hate You

THE HEIRESS AND THE PROTÈGÈ: 100 Ways to Hate You https://ift.tt/gK09jbr by estherspages Hermione Granger, a pure-blood heiress, has just 100 days left before she inherits her family’s immense fortune; and the magical empire that comes with it. However, in a final attempt to humble his daughter and prepare her for true leadership, her late father left behind one condition: she must learn the business from the ground up, under the watchful eye of Draco Malfoy. The same Draco Malfoy she tormented at Hogwarts. The same boy that, with pure talent and wit, defied every half-blood expectation to become her father’s most trusted protégé. Forced into daily proximity, haunted by old grudges and buried wounds, Hermione and Draco begin their uneasy partnership with cold civility. But tension has a way of blurring into something far more dangerous. As the days wear on, the lines between hatred and desire begin to blur, and what was once contempt turns into something neither of them are ready to name. But pride is a powerful thing. So is guilt. And the past has sharp teeth. With everything at stake, will they risk history repeating itself—or something even more painful? "Hating him was easy. Until it wasn't anymore." Words: 0, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Pureblood Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy Needs a Hug, Romance, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, Angst, Slow Burn, Draco Malfoy is Bad at Feelings, Slytherin Hermione Granger, Gryffindor Draco Malfoy, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin Rivalry, Alternate Universe - No Voldemort, Office Romance, Half-blood Draco Malfoy, Spoiled Hermione, Jealous Hermione Granger, heiress hermione granger, Nerd Draco Malfoy via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/mOPNGjc June 10, 2025 at 07:19AM

[rhodrymavelyne]

Secondary Characters Speak Out: Quartz and Garnet

Garnet's first impulse is still to go complain to his oldest brother, even if he's trapped in a crystal coffin.

Gnomes were creeping up the side of the cottage. Garnet saw them, all red cheeks and round faces. Smiling pleasantly as they peeped in the windows, heads popping in tune with the song the witch hummed while showing her protègè how to clean the floor, windows, dust the clocks and furniture.  He couldn’t bear it. He walked away from the cottage into the shadows of the Forest of Tears.  Some of…

[wrdlbrmpfd]

You can tell when Seamus left Walker to showrun Windy (and what an incredible job he did 🥰) because it showed that Anna on her own is lost when in charge. She practically neutered the experienced main male character to elevate newbies/shortly on the job female protègèes to BAMF's.

Then she got lost in the plot, served us this ridiculous Davidsons plot where from one episode to another suddenly the people being there at the night of the barn fire multiply various times (don't let me start on the lantern Auggie found, what 15/20 years after? Somebody died in that fire, so you think the fire was investigated and no one found that lantern?)

Or when she lost sight of the rest of the family and degraded Bonham, Abeline, Liam to extras and gave us annoying teen drama with Stella and sidelined Cordi in the wake of it.

So, no, I'm not happy about Anna being in charge for Jared's new show. I'm afraid it will be the same thing she did with Cordell. Water down the main male character to let the female newbie shine. Of course I'll watch, it's Jared ffs! I know he'll do his best for the character. But plot wise my expectations are low. Maybe Anna writes better when it's just a small main cast, ensemble cast shows aren't her fortè, that she proved with Walker.

If you didn’t like Walker always apologizing and being outshone by his partners, don’t you think it’s going to be more of the same with Anna as the showrunner?

I'm hoping it'll be different this time. Even he said during the initial interview the network was veering away from badass white men like Chuck Norris, that's why it was nowhere near what his was. So, I'm hoping. Haha.

[gr33nbull]

If Mercedes haven’t built a car that has the capabilities of getting Lewis and George to lap the penis in that energy drink car at least once I’m gonna be ✨angry✨

[hobbitsnapes]

Y’all I’m scared to post this chapter 😂

[puttlefish]

The ancient city of Rookspire is plunged into chaos when their legendary masked vigilante, The Red Raven, goes missing. Young adventurers (played by our students) rise against the inscrutable plots of devils and necromantic nightmares, but alone, they stand no hope. Only the veteran former adventuring companions of the Red Raven (played by celebrity guests), once a well-forged team of great heroes, now scattered, can help the novice protègès overcome the forces of darkness amassing against them.

Do you like DnD??? Do you like contributing to great causes?? Do you like VIDEO GAMES AND ANIME? Well the great news is that my mentor from college (and an entire team of passionate creatives from oh so many artistic and technical fields) are putting on a FANTASTIC live DnD 5e game for charity!

There are two factions in the game: Cabal of the Crimson Flame and the Cerulean Circle. This is the process I took when designing their emblems.

Nick Logue will be DMing the game and he is an incredible physical actor who spec’d hard into stage combat, and is an absolute blast to watch (o also he used to write for WotC back in the day). Celebrities will be teaming up with some of the theater students to put on a great show as they play through Nick’s original campaign, all of which will be accompanied by art (by yours truly!!), music, and live story telling like I have never seen before.

The legendary Red Raven has gone missing! Where’d he go? Who would want Rookspire’s ancient protector gone? Did he leave anything behind? Tune in to find out!

It will be streaming live so you can watch it from anywhere, but at the end of the day this is all about the charity!

So if you’d like to learn more, here’s a link to the donation page with way more succinctly delivered information about the event, the story, and the cause.

It would mean the world to the students of Windward Community Collage and everyone who took part in putting this all together, especially Nick. I was honored to be asked to be apart of this amazing experience by providing the art and some play testing and you can definitely feel all the love, sweat, and tears that went into making this project come to life. Donations are of course highly appreciated, but the event itself is going to be FANTASTIC and if nothing else, I want to do whatever I can to bring attention to the talent and love for gaming that we have here in Hawaii. Even if you’re not on the islands, tune in if you can! It will be streaming for free but the broadcasting videos are still TBD

[dreaminginvelaris]

Sorry in advance but this is going to be a long rant. I simply don’t understand why Feyre is constantly mistreated by the people who are supposed to love her. To start, her own mother paid little to no attention to her or Elain and focused the majority of her attention on Nesta. Mama Archeron provided Nesta with a proper education while neglecting Feyre’s education so much so that Feyre didn’t even know how to read. However, when Mama Archeron got sick, she didn’t turn to Nesta, who was her favorite and her protègè. Instead, Mama Archeron made Feyre, who was only eight years old and the least educated of the Archeron sisters, promise to take care of the family. If Mama Archeron thought so highly of Nesta and lowly of Feyre, why did she make Feyre swear to take care of the family?

Then there is Papa Archeron. I get that he was disabled, and had limitations, but even so, I can’t excuse how he treated his daughters, particularly Feyre. Papa Archeron holds just as much responsibility for Feyre’s lack of education as Mama Archeron. He should’ve ensured that all his daughters receive proper education. Even when they lost their money, he couldn’t taught Feyre to read. And if SJM claims that he just didn’t know that his own daughter couldn’t read, that just shows how awful a father he was. Additionally, when the creditors burst into his home, he should’ve ensured that his daughters were safe and hidden. Instead, he cowered and all but forgot that Feyre, who was only a child, was in the room. To be fair, he did try - although rarely - to help his family by selling his woodcarvings. But his efforts were lackluster at best. Worst of all, in my opinion, is that he rarely expressed any gratitude or concern to the one person who actually helped the family - Feyre. He watched, saying nothing and doing nothing, as his fourteen year old daughter went into the forest where even the most seasoned hunters were wary of. I believe that the only person he genuinely cared and loved was Elain. So, to read about how he led an armada of ships into battle and how he himself lead the battleship Nesta, was very uncharacteristic of a man who only ever sat back and watched his family starve. If SJM wanted to make it even slightly in character, Papa Archeron would’ve ridden Elain or Feyre’s ship into battle. After all, it was Feyre who kept the family alive for years and Elain who showed him kindness during those tough years.

There is also Nesta, who is the oldest and arguably the most capable of the Archeron sisters. It was stated that her mom spent a lot of time with her while ignoring Elain and Feyre. Nesta was groomed to be a lady, and as such, received proper education that Feyre didn’t. And during those years in the cottage, Feyre taught Nesta how to use a bow and hunt. Nesta could’ve used her education and knowledge to better her life and her family’s, but willfully chose not to. I know that even as the oldest, it wasn’t her responsibility to take care of her family - but if your family is starving, then I believe that if you have the ability to help, then you should. To make matters worse, she mistreated Feyre while coddling Elain - which I will never understand. Even after reading ACOSF, I don’t get how Nesta was willing to sacrifice herself to save Elain from Tamlin, but put up no resistance when Tamlin took Feyre. And when Nesta learned that Feyre could potentially die because of her pregnancy, Nesta wasn’t very concerned. In fact, she only told Feyre about the risks of her pregnancy to hurt her. If it was Elain who was going to die, Nesta would’ve dropped everything and spent every single minute trying to find ways to save Elain. So yeah, maybe it wasn’t Nesta’s job to take care of her family, but it was her job as the oldest sister to love both her younger sisters equally.

Elain is only slightly better than Nesta and their parents. She didn’t actively mistreat and abuse Feyre. But she was a silent observer or Feyre’s abuse. She watched passively as Nesta berated Feyre for years and continued to watch passively as Feyre risked her life day after day to hunt for their family. And just like Nesta, Elain was a capable woman who was old enough to help their family - but stood by the sidelines and did nothing. Granted, Elain did apologize for her behavior and has shown genuine remorse, which is more than what Nesta ever did.

Lastly, there is Feyre. Feyre, who felt unloved her entire life until she came to Pythian. As a little girl, she watched her mom dote on Nesta and her father cherish Elain. And as a teenager with the weight of her family’s survival on her shoulders, she watched as Nesta blatantly favored Elain. And now, when she finally got the family she always wanted, she discovered her family (Rhys, Mor, Azriel, Cassian, and Amren) all lied to her about her pregnancy.

I don’t understand why. What reason did the Archeron family have to neglect and mistreat Feyre? Why did Rhys, who swore never to be like Tamlin, hide the truth from Feyre, who is a grown woman and more the capable of handling information about her own body and her son? And why did the rest of the Inner Circle all agree to Rhys’s wishes and betray Feyre, who they all consider their High Lady?

I hope that SJM provides a reason for all this abuse and explores Feyre’s relationships with her family more. However, even if there’s a reason, there is no justification for how Feyre’s parents, Nesta, Elain, Rhys, and the Inner Circle treated her.

In conclusion, Feyre deserves better!

agree on everything anon <3 the amount of abuse and hurt that feyre has received all her life is really fucking upsetting.

[kirei-no-tsuki]

Dazai is 22 y/o and Kouyou is 26 y/o so their age difference is 4 years. Her attempt to leave the mafia was when she was at kyouka's age so it was when she was 14 and Dazai was 10 at that time. What I want to say is : How did he know about the incident?

A) He already involved in mafia and underground so he knew almost everything about mafia. I'm lowkey saying that maybe he is the former mafia boss's son. *cough cough* Or someone similar to that. Seriously, he was 9 and small 🥺

B) He just know it from mori as he was mori's protègè. Mori told him about kouyou and all.

This is just one of the random things I noticed when I read the manga. Already noticed it long ago tho 😅 I know what I'm saying maybe wrong but I just want to say it.

[artificiallyimplantedmemories]

@sevenbulletsavior asked: [ Mampemurruwurlmurruwurl ] (Murrinhpatha) - To make someone’s hair beautiful

meme: Untranslatable Starters (continuable)

     These days, Natasha stays out of the public eye. That doesn’t mean that she doesn’t occasionally need to blend in to public events to get information she requires, though. It’s one such gala (to which she has forcefully procured an invitation) that she invites Karen to come along. Not only will it help her to have someone to listen in and get information, but it’ll be good practice for the other woman as well. Nat has the art of being somewhere in plain sight and going unnoticed down to an art. She’s sure Karen will soon, as well. 

     She is, after all, a delightfully capable protègè. 

     She stands behind Karen at the vanity, carefully pulling the hair up into an intricate braided design. While beautiful, it also keeps the long hair out of reach of attackers, in case they try to grab something, and sits tight enough to the head that it’s not much of a handhold there either. The hair is wispy and straight, so it requires more than a few pins and a touch of hairspray to hold it in place, but when it’s done, it’s elegant and functional. 

     Natasha smiles at the result, and holds up a mirror so Karen can see it too. 

     “What do you think? Glam enough for tonight?”

[yawninginf]

(Ch.1:) Instinct

Okay..This is my first fic ever written and it hasn't been edited properly so it may have grammar/vocabulary mistakes or even wrong game/world facts. If you spot any mistakes please correct me.

World belongs to the extremely talented artist @jojo56830 /@linkeduniverse. Additionally, I want to thank @jinmukangwrites for inspiring me to actually start writing, with their great stories.

Forgive me for not having experience and writing trash

Summary: Are you always aware of your actions?

The night had been rough. Slow raindrops that seemed they would never stop falling from the dark, cloudy sky, would wet the panicked faces of the sleeping heroes and blend with cold sweat. They were having nightmares. It was something they had grown used to, except that they would feel helpless every time. Helpless, with the most haunting memories of their journeys reawakening, the most painfull wounds reopening.

The last watch had been kept by Time, who had felt more than relieved when Warriors woke him up. He had stood guard over the rest of the heroes until dusk, however, it wasn't necessary. Everyone had lost sleep by then; even Sky was wide awake.

Wild gave them some jerky he had saved in his bag, for breakfast. Few ate, even fewer finished their short meal. The lack of appetite was a cause for various leftovers. They eventually ended up in the stomach of a bear who invaded the camp. The pyromaniac aimed at it with an arrow ready, yet Twilight didn't let him release the bowstring.

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-"What were you thinking Twilight?! It's a wild animal it could have harmed us!"

-"Still, it didn't! If you hurt it, it would try to defend itself by attacking us. We both know a single arrow would not take it down!"

-"--Now we have no food resources!"

-"Is food all you really care about?"

-"Well if you end up starving don't run to me saying I was right."

The hero of Twilight rolled his eyes and continued the arguement "That's not the--"

"Guys, please stop it! The bear is gone now, okay?" mixed emotions were showing on Sky's face, hesitation, anger, sadness, tiredness"We all had a hard time last night and there's absolutely no point in fighting over such non-essential things!" His voice was a stage away from cracking.

"Fine." they said with one voice and rolled away their eyes, arms crossed. The spark of anger feeding the fight inside them couldn't stay lit. Exaustion was all they could feel, every other feeling slowly fading away. They ought to put an end on the, slightly aggressive, disagreement before it evolved in sword fight. They had been acting instictively since last night, they weren't thinking clear. Anyhow, they let it roll. For now.

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Wind was slightly afraid. Twilight and Wild hadn't been at eachother's throats for a really long time. He couldn't even remember the last time they had fought over something other than Wild recklessly taking irresponsible risks. He expressed his thoughts to Hyrule, who agreed with him but found it wise to keep this contemplation to themselves.

Legend considered all this being too much. The nightmares, the lost food, the argument between two of the people he was least expecting to see crossing words...He would bet his sword and shield that things were just about to get worse, had he wanted to jinx it.

Sky was...elsewhere. Dreaming of an entirely different world, one he had lost but wholeheartedly desired to return to. He just wanted to go home and pretend none of this ever happened. Go home and ride his loftwing beside Zelda, have a small talk, hear her crystal laugh and watch her eyes joyfully looking around. He missed her. Her gentle smile, her golden hair, her sweet voice and kind personallity. Sky stopped thinking about Zelda and his far away from reality home. His eyes were cloudy and his vision blury from the memories coming back to his mind and he could barely force back several, bitter tears.

Twilight was sitting on a rock, not very close to his protègè, looking carried away while watching an ant carry a tiny leaf. Time gave him a pup are you ok, cause you don't look ok look that went unnoticed. The thought of talking to him was unreasonably rejected by his brain. He needed some time alone to try and put all of the memories his nightmare had awoken back where they belonged; the past. He supposed pup needed some time too. It wasn't in him to react like that. No, his protègè was always reasonable and the type of person that thinks before je acts. Time sent a worried look directed at him, then walked away.

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The heroes packed their stuff and set forth again, eyes red and legs shore from exaustion. Nobody spoke while they were travelling, which was extremely odd for Warriors and Wind; the most talkative of the group. Considering the circumstances, Four realised it wasn't at all weird. He attempted to break the silence; "So..uh..where are we headed for? I don't remember having an update this morning.."

Wild looked away in unexpected annoyance, his hair following the direction of his head. Sky rubbed the back of his head. Warriors restyled his scarf with akward and rather goofy movements. Hyrule and Wind directed a soft, curious glare first at Four, then at Time. He got the message and answered after adding a small pause, without being more expressive than stone.

"Wherever the road takes us"

The truth was that he himself wasn't sure if he knew the answer and, if he had actually learnt something about Wild, the hero whose Hyrule they were in did not know either.

The shortest hero did not bother trying again. The veil of absolute hush fell once again on the adventurers. He couldn't bear watching his companions be so troubled and...lost, but he also couldn't force them to act as if they were fine. He himself was being tormented by his own demons and after the events that had previously occured, he could wholeheartedly relate to them.

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They had been walking for quite a while now. Wind stopped to rub his feet and sent a complaining look at Time. Sky felt his eyelids heavily falling onto his eyes. Legend saw him struggling to continue and offered him his asc of water.

Wild's eyes fell on his Shiekah slate. They were at the Great Plateu. It was the same as the rest of the hundred times he had been there. It should be. Notwithstanding there was a, rather strange sign, coming from the Shiekah technology. It was the first time he had taken sight of that. Following it leaded northeast and Wild did not hesitate to change his direction. No hero realised the adjustment of his plans, for some of them were closed up in their own thoughts and Wild had improved his ability to hide his change of emotions.

Suddenly, he stopped to get something from his pouch. It was a paraglider. Dark red, with nice paterns on it, it seemed royal. At least it would if it didn't have all those patches every there and there. Wind sweared he had seen it before, though he couldn't recall the time. His friend took it and started gliding down the Plateu.

"Wild! Where are you going?!" Warriors shouted at him when he realised they couldn't follow wherever he was going--gliding to. The questioned hero gave a serious look at the hero of Warriors and rudely turned his head away without bothering to give an answer.

Time asked him to explain himself while Legend and Twilight were giving each other looks that gave out how tired and sick of this they were. Wind grimaced, making a face that Four was sure no human being could possibly make. Sky's thoughts were travelling at the fact that they hadn't encountered any monsters yet. He found that intimidiating and his deep frown was passing similar feelings to Legend as well as Hyrule. The last was silent as always: he prefered to watch everything around him without taking part.

The group of heroes could now spot Wild landing near the ruins of what used to be a military outpost many years ago. The paraglider became a small dot and they completely lost sight of it when its owner put it away to continue travelling on foot. Despite their fear of supposably being left behind they felt the need to observe the place. It was...stunning. If that was meant in a good or bad way, they couldn't decide. The whole view was..nice, though the feeling of abandonment and loneliness framing their location made them feel a weight on their chest. There was only one question spinning in their minds with every other query developing from it.

Where was Wild going?

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Outpost ruins. That's what the place is referred to in his map. Ruins. Just like the majority of his hyrule's once glorious (or not) monuments and buildings, they're just ruins. Reflections of a painfull past. A past without a hero to save it. Wild used to put the blame on himself. He still does in fact. Ruins, a reminder of his inability to protect this land, his land, one hundred years ago. His failure.

Anyway it didn't matter at that moment. Wild just wanted to find that "treasure" marked on his shiekah slate and head back to the others before they got mad at him, well, before they got completely mad at him.

There was just a journal. Misko's journal. He wasn't aware of that name. He quickly flicked through the pages and spotted an instructional guide, map to an ancient relic. He moved his hand to put it in his pouch but stopped half way. He inspected the journal from all corners and a thought flashed in his mind. No second thoughts. No hesitation. Something told him he had to go get it. It was his duty. He didn't know why. He took the map in his hands and slowly vanished in blue lights.

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"We can't wait any longer" Legend was losing his temper, tapping his foot to the ground "what if monsters find us? We have been here for almost half an hour now and Wild is yet to be seen."

"Is he not coming back?" Wind's secret fear was no longer secret. Twilight tried to comfort the youngest hero, in an attempt to convince him that Wild was about to return any moment now. To convince himself that cub would return, he ought to. Twilight believed he was mad at his protègè. Yes, he was mad, and the pyromaniac would have to face a really-angry-mom-Twi when he decided to show his face again.

He spontaneously directed his look at Time. His mentor's eyes were meating the morning sky. The others didnot seem to notice this habit the oldest hero had, but Twilight did. His mentor seemed as he was silently praying for mercy, with an expression that showed he never believed his prayers would be heard. A sadness faintly carved in his face even when he was smiling. He wouldn't let it show. Still Twilight could not let that go. He couldn't accept his mentor's "need" to stay alone, to remain silent. Not if he could help. He would try, although something inside him screamed he couldn't. He hated that, but deep inside he thought he knew that he wasn't the one to bring the light in Time's eyes again. And it ate him inside.

Legend felt abandoned, though he tried to convince himself that Wild is real and that he won't leave them like that. He felt as Wild had tricked them all by pretending he was one of them. He always feared something alike would happen. That he would be fooled in attaching to someone and then not being able to let go when they left him. He was sick of that and ,though he had promised himself not to let his feelings overcome him again, he couldn't do it. He was angry at Wild, angry at himself and an emotional reck. He had always been like that and he used his snarky behaviour to cover his weeknesses. Yet, he had failed, once more.

They were all gesturing with slow movements, not knowing how to react. Their confused looks would match at eachother's, troubling their thoughts a bit more than necessary. Wind felt restless, putting his weight on one foot and then on the other. Warriors put a tuff of hair back where it should have been on the first place and Twilight was frowning although he didnot seem to notice. Sky bit his lower lip and Hyrule's palms were starting to become sweaty. His hands reached his tunic in an attempt to dry. Four frowned and glared at Time. Legend tried to say something but Four interrupted him by shushing him and pointed at Time; "Look. The old man's senses have caught something" he whispered with a slight tense perceived in his low toned voice.

Indeed, Time had heard a weird sound and was trying to understand which direction it came from. With a nod, he let the rest of them know they needed to keep their mouths shut and quietly prepare themselves for battle. Twilight nodded his head, as if he was unknowingly accepting the place of the leader. Warriors would have made a snarky comment on that, Legend would have smirked and Twilight would have hated them for it, but it was no joking time. The sound could belong to a wild animal, if they had been lucky enough. However, by the looks of it, it was probably because of monsters approaching.

Another weird, unexplained sound. They couldn't describe it. They couldn't see where it came from despite the fact that the place was at most open. Hyrule's face became white out of a sudden, fear hugging his whole body, a shiver running down his spine. "Wild has told us about these...things. They shouldn't be here-it-it isn't natural for them." Still, was anything natural since they were all there, together?

Curse you Wild.

A lazer ready to fire.

[lv7867]

Lyra HC’s 🌛🖤🌜

Tagging: @lydsmobau @deakydeakydeaky @queensavedmylife @incorrectborhapmobau @mobauvodkaaunt

I hope this is ok with everyone, all you ladies are wildly talented and its a pleasure to know you all, my hats off to all of you 🌛🖤🌜 and if I missed anyone, sorry! 😘

Has a tattoo behind her right ear of a harp and a single star.

Named after the Lyra constellation, the story of Orpheus and Eurydice.

Does work for both Olympus and The Horsemen.

Wears nothing but black, and has a gift for making people talk.

Runs an apothecary/flowershop as a front, known as “The Summer Triangle”.

Known associates, Deneb, Altair and her protègè Vega.

Does contract work, and her place of business has always been known to be neutral ground. She’s often been a liaison between both Atlas and Lucifer, her one rule is that she’s never asked by either to target any “family” member of either of these great Houses.

Wears a vial around her neck, no one is quite sure whats in it and are always a little leary when being served tea at a “gathering”.

When asked ...“Dont worry, thats for me in case something ever goes south, I go on my own terms, with a kiss from the gods”.

Can quote Poe and Baudelaire, has a beautiful painting of “Les Fleurs de Mal” gifted to her by Atlas, and her motto is a Baudelaire quote...”I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror”.

Specializes in Interrogations, and believes that even death should be art.

[mariacallous]

Bulgaria’s parliament on Friday is expected to vote on the proposed cabinet of ex-PM Kiril Petkov’s “We Continue the Change” party, which received a mandate from President Rumen Radev on Tuesday.

In an attempted comeback, “We Continue the Change” will present a cabinet headed by former Education Minister Nickolay Denkov as a PM-designate, a move to signal that Petkov does not want the PM’s post back at any cost.

Expectations that the bid will be supported by the fragmented parliament are low, as GERB and former coalition partners, the Bulgarian Socialist Party, BSP, said that they will not vote in favour of it. 

In December, the October election winners GERB failed to gain a majority – 121 votes in the 240-member parliament – despite also presenting a fresh face for PM. 

Both GERB and “We Continue the Change” suffer from a limited supply of allies: GERB has the Movement for Rights and Freedoms, and “We Continue the Change” its former coalition partners, Democratic Bulgaria. 

If Petkov’s bid fails, the mandate will go to a party of President Radev’s choosing, and if that also fails, Bulgaria will go to its fifth general election in two years in March. 

Borissov ready to side with whoever is against Petkov 

On Wednesday, GERB gave indications that it will support a third project mandate, no matter to whom it goes, on the promise of securing stability. 

“We’ll support the creation of a cabinet with the third mandate [even] without our participation,” GERB member Denitsa Sacheva, a former Social Policy Minister, on Wednesday told Bulgarian National Television.

While the President has chosen the BSP as his third option twice during Bulgaria’s ongoing election cycle, his relations with the party have soured. 

The BSP played a complex double game in Petkov’s ousted late 2021 – early 2022 government by adopting pro-Kremlin positions while sitting in a pro-Western coalition government.

It has recently been shaken by internal conflicts as major Socialist members have been demanding the resignation of leader Kornelia Ninova for the past year and it has not been spared by Radev’s criticisms of Petkov’s cabinet. 

Radev might also opt for Bulgarian Rise, a pro-Kremlin party founded by his former defence advisor and 2021 interim PM Stefan Yanev, which debuted in the parliament after the October elections.

In February last year, Yanev was ousted as Defence Minister after calling the Ukraine war a “special military operation”, borrowing from Kremlin rhetoric. Like Radev, Yanev was an ally to Petkov’s cabinet before the war changed the dynamics. 

President holds cards to Bulgaria’s future 

A new interim cabinet or a government headed by a protègè of Radev would solidify his growing influence in local politics and pose a possible risk to Bulgaria’s pro-Western perspective.

Radev’s current interim cabinet was a subject of protests after now-abandoned plans to delay the newly built gas link with Greece and return to Russia’s Gazprom. 

Bulgarian Rise has said it will support any kind of a coalition combination, including with GERB. “Our most important job is to form a government, as the alternative would be yet another election,” Yanev told parliament on Wednesday. 

If GERB supports Bulgarian Rise, it will contrast with its recent makeover as an adamantly pro-EU and pro-Ukraine party. Both were key points in its last election campaign, despite long-lasting allegations of EU funds mismanagement and keeping Bulgaria energy dependent on Russia, an era which ended with Petkov’s cabinet. 

Such developments would cement a warming of relations between President Radev and GERB’s Borissov, now coordinating to keep Petkov and “We Continue the Change” from power.

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fjord and yasha just giving thumbs up to their fellow protègès

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The Red Hoods Protègè chapter 4

Older Damian Wayne x ofc

(Photo made by my lovely friend @bakketsux)

Summary:Red hood has taken a young vigilante under his wing and subsequently changes Damians life forever. (I suck at summary’s)

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As Jason and angel get to their apartment and climb the many steps, they have a comfortable silence over the both of them. Jason goes and unlocks the front door with his key and they both walk in and take their masks off. Angel taking off the hood that is secure to her head along with her domino mask that Jason gave to her.

The smell of food from what they assume to be from Roy filling the small apartment. They both walk into the kitchen to see a pizza box on the counter with a note attached. ‘Since you guys will be in late.’ Both grab a piece and start eating in the empty room with nothing but the moon coming from the widows to light the room.

“Hey after I’m done I’m gonna hop in the shower okay.” “Okay little one.” “You know I’m not that much younger than you.” She says with a laugh. “But are you still younger than me?” “Yes..” “then you’re my little one, little one.”

He starts to chuckle as she goes to her room to change out of her suit. As she peels off her suit starting with the secret notches in her suit, then to the hidden zipper in the front, a sigh escapes her when she gets the material off of her skin and can feel the cold breeze on her hot skin. As the suit comes off her back, a shiver runs up her spine when the cold hits her scars. She doesn’t pay attention to it as she removes her bra and panties and puts on her robe. She takes her suit and puts it on the dresser to wash later.

She steps out of the room to see the kitchen and living room to be empty, a light coming from under Jason’s door.

She walks to the bathroom and switches the light on, engulfing the room with light. She takes a look at herself in the mirror first checking for anything on her face, she sees that when she looks at her hair, blonde is coming in the roots. “Hey jay!” She yells. “Yeah?” “Tomorrow can I go to the shop and get some hair dye?” Jason steps out of his room with his sleeping clothes on. “That’s if you get me some as well, I’ve needed to dye mine for weeks now.” “Okay I’ll just get the same one then.” “Okay, goodnight little one.” “Night jay jay.”

She shuts the door and turns the water on and sets it to a warm temperature. She strips from her robe and sets it on the counter.

She steps into the shower and lets the water engulf her and sighs at the comfort it brings. She grabs her sponge and lathers in in soap as she gingerly rubs her body down from the sweat that collected on her body. Taking extra care on any healing wounds from previous nights. As she reaches up to wash the top of her shoulder blades a sharp pain runs through her and a small cry leaves her as the pain sets in until she lowers her arms. She waits for the pain to subside to get back under the water. She puts her head under the water and lets the water wash the soap from her body and wet her hair. She grabs the shampoo and lathers her scalp and smiles at the minty cooling it brings.

She stands in the water for a few minutes even after she’s finished washing her hair. She’s so tired she could fall asleep in here.

She shuts the water off and steps into the steamy room and grabs a towel and drys off, putting the towel on her head to dry her hair as she puts her robe on. She goes back to her room to see her suit is no longer on the dresser. Jay must’ve come and gotten them. She smiles as she grabs a shirt that she took from Jason one of the first nights that she came to live here. Even after a year of training it’s still fitting like a dress on her. She gets into bed and lets the comfort of her bed put her to sleep.

She comes into the apartment with a bag containing 2 boxes of black hair dye and a snack for later. “Jay jay im home!” “Bathroom!” “You taking a shit?” “No!” “You naked?” “No” “okay then.”

She enters the bathroom and is met with Jason, bent down to see the top of his head, with a fine tooth comb trying to take the white tuft of hair away from the rest of his hair but failing miserably. “Want some help?” “Please.” She chuckles as Jason sits on the toilet and grabs the comb and starts Sectioning his white bit from his hair. “Why don’t you dye this bit, I never understood why you keep it.” “Makes me look badass.” A laugh rumbles from her and Jason joins in with her. “Yeah and the 6’4 height and the 200 plus pounds of Muscle along with guns isn’t enough.” “Hey plenty of guys have that, who else can say they got a white tuft of hair?” “Old guys, maybe you are getting old now!” “You little shithead.” Jason grabs her sides and starts tickling her, as she lets out a laugh and a cry and tries folding her body from him and he gets up and keeps tickling her sides. “ST-O-PP II-TT!” She laughs “STOP IT DAD!” The tickling stops as she gasps and looks away from Jason. She feels his large arms wrap around her and is squished to his chest. She wraps her arms around him as well. “Okay then I’ll stop, daughter.” A few tears threaten to leave her eyes but she wipes them away on his shirt.

As they untangle their arms from around each other Jason kisses the top of her forehead, a smile breaking on her face. Jason sits back down while she takes the white hair and ties them with a small rubber Elastic and pins them away as to not get any dye on it.

She prepares the dye and puts it in a paper bowl and dips the brush into the mix, and starts off by painting the hair around the white. Then once that is coated she spreads more dye on his hair, getting it in well on his strawberry blonde roots and coating all the hair until it’s fully saturated in the now dark dye. She wraps his hair in cling film. Leaving out the white bit.

She sits down as Jason takes the other box and mixes the dye. He puts the gloves on and takes a glob and puts it in her hair, some drips on her forehead and she laughs at the scared look on Jason’s face. “Maybe don’t pick up so much dye in one go eh.” “Yeeaahh I’ll remember that next time.” He takes a washcloth he has ready for this very purpose and wipes the dye from her forehead. She chuckles at the look of pure Concentration on Jason’s face, even his tongue sticks out a little bit. He carefully rubs the dye into her hair and a calm silence overcomes the two. When it’s all in she wraps her hair in cling film and waits another 20 minutes for Jason’s hair to Process.

Once the 20 minutes has passed they go into the kitchen and Jason bends down to get his head in the sink. She starts washing the dye from his hair and makes sure not to get any in the white. Once it’s washed out her hair is ready. “Now I’ll try not to get any water in your ear like last time.” “You better not.”

Jason starts rubbing the dye out of her hair, another silence overcomes them as the water turns from black to clear. She gets up and puts her hair in a towel. The two walk into the living room and sit down on the couch. “What do you wanna watch?” “Umm, I don’t know.” “Have you seen the Harry Potter movies?” “No?” Jason gasps. “Okay I know what we’re doing for the rest of the day.”

He gets up and goes over to his stack of movies and picks one to go into the tv slot. “While you do that I’m getting something to eat.” She goes to the fridge and sees what she’s been waiting for all day. She grabs the yogurt and a spoon and plops on the couch with Jason. “How can you eat that shit?” “It’s the most wonderful and Decadent food in all of existence.” She says as she puts the spoon in her mouth. They relax as the first scene comes on and prepare to watch what will probably take up the rest of their day.

As Damian walks down the hallway of the manor he’s greeted by Alfred. “Master Damian, master dick has requested you to go to the family room for ‘brother time.’ I brought sandwiches and lemonade for you both.” “Thank you Alfred.” Damian groans as he walks towards the living room. The sound of the large TV is heard down the hallway the further he gets to the room. Damian walks in and sees dick laying on one of the large couches facing the TV. “Hey dames, come on in.” Damian rolls his eyes as dick sits up and he joins him on the couch. “What do you want, you never just invite me to watch a movie.” “I know, I was here helping Bruce with a case and we got it figured out faster than we thought and I’ve got nothing to do today. So I thought we’d have some brotherly bonding time.” “Can’t you do that with drake?” “He’s out with steph today.” “And Todd?” “Damian...you know he doesn’t talk to us anymore..hasn’t for a while.” “Probably because he’s got his hands full with that annoying little brat hes taken in.” “Wait what? What do you mean?” “Last month father and I went out one night to a large drug trade and found the place filled with bodies. When we found the couplet it was Todd and said he wanted to show us their work. He’s taken in a young girl and calls her his Protègè. And god she’s Insufferable and won’t shut up and is a fucking Nuisance.” “Oh yeah, what makes her that way?” “She’s always saying something snarky, always with a smug look on her face and makes inappropriate comments towards me.” “What kind of comments does she make? And why does it bother you so much dames?” “I’m done talking about her, if I keep thinking about her I’ll get a headache.” “Okay then..” dick says with a smile. “What do you want to watch?” “I don’t care, just nothing annoying.” “You find everything annoying.” “Not everything, just most things. Besides father and I leave for patrol in a few hours.” “Ever seen Chicago P.D.?” “No.” “Then we’re watching that.”

When Damian walks down to the cave he sees his father is already in his suit. “I need you to hurry up tonight, Croc escaped the asylum and is in downtown Gotham.” “Got it.” He hurried to get dressed and grab his things faster than normal.

Catastrophe, all that was around them was destroyed apart from the tall buildings that stood high into the sky. Cars where abandoned with windows broken. Glass and Debris scattered all over the ground, crunching against their boots as the walked around trying to find where croc went.

A scream could be heard on the other street over, Batman and robin running towards it. They cane to a halt when they saw croc holding a woman in the air, about to rip her apart when a bullet was shot into crocs foot. The beast let out a roar and threw the woman, both men running towards them to not only save the wounded woman but to stop croc. As Batman runs to fight croc, Damian crouches down to pick the injured woman. That is until he hears another person running towards them. It’s her. “You go help Batman and I’ll take her to safety.” Angel picks up the woman and runs towards the other street, presumably to where the cops are.

As Damian goes to help his father he gets hit by the tail of croc, throwing him to the ground a few feet away. Croc sets his eyes on the fallen robin, and charges at him raising his claws to strike him. But before he could be ripped apart a shot fires and hits crocs hand. As croc clutches his hand in pain, Damian feels arms wrap around him, pulling him up. “Are you hurt??” “No im fine!” “Then do your fucking job and try not to get killed!” Angel takes a rock next to her and throws it at crocs head. Angering him and having him charge at the both of them. Damian takes his grappling gun and shoots croc in the head and pulls him to the ground and kicks his head into the ground. Angel gets on top of croc and beats his head into the ground until croc gets back up and she swings off from him before he can fling her off. Red hood appears and shoots croc in the knee. Croc falling to the ground in pain. Batman comes and kicks crocs head into the ground again, finally Knocking him unconscious.

“You know I didn’t need your help!” “Hmm yeah, totally looked that way when you just laid there when he was about to rip you apart!” “We had it under control!” “You had it under control as much as you control your angel issues.” “DO YOU EVER SHUT THE HELL UP!!” “Don’t be fucking MAD AT ME THAT I SPEAK THE TRUTH! EVERYONE JUST TIP TOES AROUND YOU BUT GUESS WHAT I WONT! You’re just fucking mad that I speak the truth!” “IF IT WASN’T FOR THIS CODE I WOULD’VE KILLED YOU BY NOW!!” “ROBIN! STOP IT NOW!”

Damian didn’t hear his father when he charged at her, no longer able to control his anger. He grips her arms and throws her, her landing on the ground. She reaches back and hits him as hard as she can in the mouth, stunning him for a second as she flips around, slamming her thighs around his neck and locking him in a choke hold. “You know, most people in this Position are in very different Circumstances. If you weren’t such a prick I’d offer to try it out sometime.” She gets off of him as he gasps for breath. He hits her and throws her again, against a car and walks away.

“You know, I looked up to you when I was on the streets. Thought you and him were a symbol of good, justice, and to help others. Now I see you’re just a broken man who can’t handle when someone challenges you and gets angry when someone defies you. Robin is supposed to help people, to help the greater good and to save this city. You’re no robin.” When he turns around she’s gone. When he heard her, a pain shot through his heart. He let his anger control him, he was becoming what his mother trained him to be. A soldier that ends anybody who defies his beliefs.

As him and his father speed away awards the manor, a silence fills the space. Damian looking down just thinking. He’s not thinking about one thing in particular, more a jumble of things that he can’t put into parts and Sort through.

When they reach the manor Damian gets out and starts walking away, not even bidding Alfred or his father a goodnight. Both men watching him walk away with tense and rushed footsteps.

The sound of his door opening brings Damian back to reality. He walks into the room with his head still down. He goes to the bathroom, striping from his suit and getting into the shower. He scrubs all the sweat and grime from his body and washes his hair.

As Damian gets out of the shower he looks in the mirror and sees a bruise starting to form on his neck, from the girl who may Infuriate him, but also he let down because of his anger, a lesser but still strong pain shoots him in the heart at the thought. Her usual arrogant and snarky voice sounding disappointed and, pained. How many others has he let down since becoming robin? How many no longer look at robin as a symbol of hope. How many no longer think of robin being good, all because of him. The thought hurts him to think as he climbs into bed. The pained sound of her voice ringing in his head until sleep overcomes him.

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