#that woman is a witch and you can't convince me otherwise

[lemxioz]

Black Magic Woman Stevie Nicks 🔮✨️

[reveluving]

the bump in the night ; rick flag x reader

summary: someone made Mrs Flag cry, and her family is not having it.

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, shadow-magic f!reader, reverse comfort & humour!

a/n: this AU is based on this piece I made a while back, 'cause you already know I can't do this special without hubby Rick and the kids! hope you enjoy it & don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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'For now, they had a plan, hoping it could bring a smile to your face.' ;

Coming home to his daughter's hugs had become an everyday thing if Rick didn't have to work overtime, but if the flicker of sadness in her eyes was anything to go by, something had to have happened while he was away.

“Mrs Bedford was saying bad stuff to mama while we were at the park.” 

It was the same thing she told her brothers when they got home from school, and just like them, it was enough for Rick to get the whole picture.

Ah, Mrs Bedford. Or as the neighbourhood youngsters, children and teenagers alike, like to call her 'the modern witch of the road', and not in the cool way. Her husband was no better, always bugging you at any given opportunity. The worst part was Mrs Bedford always antagonized you for it, even if she knew you didn’t entertain her husband’s behaviour. It was also extremely hypocritical of her, considering she herself has tried to make her move on Rick. A lot. Only to be met with disappointment each time. 

Her children were just as bad, too, to put it lightly.

“What did she say?” It was the green light Irene needed before she explained what had happened to a T, courtesy of her father’s eagle eye. Unlike most days, it was just you and Irene visiting the park since your sons had football practice. 

The two of you were feeding the ducks when Mrs Bedford came up to you.

“You on your own?” Was the first thing she asked you before you questionably said ‘yes’, despite Irene being there too, and the little girl realized Mrs Bedford wouldn’t have gone off on a tangent about you and your ‘possibly tainted history’ if her father or brothers were around in the first place.

“I don’t know what you did but I can see it in your eyes, Flag. You’re no saint. You can fool the others with your little flower shop and your so-called angelic kids, but not me.”

Though Mrs Bedford knew nothing about your powers or your time in Belle Reve, instead, spewing hate out of jealousy and hatred for you for being the favourable neighbour, she wasn’t completely wrong. You have hurt people, you’ve even killed some, but they were for the greater good. Since your freedom from hell on earth, you’ve barely used your umbrakineses. It wasn’t until the birth of your children, to which all three of them gained your abilities did you realized you couldn’t run from who you really were—it wasn’t right nor fair to them.

Then, telling them your story as a criminal and how their dad was once your enemy was another thing. You weren’t sure what reaction you were expecting, but it was certainly not amazement and sparkles in their eyes. As they grew older, they began to make sense of how their parents somehow knew people like Aunt Harley, Uncle Robert and hell, even Nanaue.

And at that point in time, Mrs Bedford reminded you of Waller, turning you into submission as you could do nothing but listen to her make a mockery out of you for turning over a new leaf. Irene had to watch your face drop as the woman insulted you, and she knew she had to tell her family about it. 

Irene insisted that she was fine about heading home early, even if you tried to convince her otherwise. She wanted nothing more than to do something about that glazed look in your eyes.

As soon as you stepped foot into the living room, a tear rolled down your cheek. You couldn't help but apologize to her, to everyone if they were with you then. You weren’t entirely sure if it was because you seemed weak over a bunch of words or their fate of ending up with you as the wife and a mother of their family.

Irene shook her head, hugging you with her face in your tummy.

"You're not a mean person, mama. You're the nicest and coolest mama we could ever ask for, and we love you." 

It was simple, something you've heard of thousands of times in your lifetime, but you very much needed it today.

Ever the sweet girl, she accompanied you as you lay in your bed, telling you random stories about what she painted during art class or what she ate at lunch, anything but the time Mrs Bedford’s son, Kyle pushed her off the swing while his older brother, Blake laughed and praised him for doing so. You didn’t need to know that. 

Not yet.

You listened with a warm smile, embarrassed but nonetheless thankful for how observant she was of your feelings before eventually dozing off. 

Irene was careful yet quick to jump off the bed, running downstairs to shush Richie and Ethan as they returned home. 

The more she explained, the brighter their eyes unnaturally glowed. Richie was starting to look like their father as he crossed his arms, listening to her like a police officer, while Ethan seemed like he was already thinking of ways to counter the Bedford’s undignified acts.

Basically, the Bedfords were not the greatest people. Each and every one of them. 

Though they had a myriad of ideas, they weren’t sure how much their father would appreciate it, even if it was for your sake. Still, they thanked Irene for being there for you, promising that something would be done, no matter what it would be.

For now, they had a plan, hoping it could bring a smile to your face.

After an unexpected nap, you came down to find your kids huddled on the couch, whispering and hushing each other. Curious, you approached them.

Ethan was the first to notice you, offering you a grin before showing you what was in their hands, “Look, ma, I think we got it.” 

You leaned in to take a closer look, only for your breath to hitch at the sight of life on their palms. There, they showed you the differing mass of shadows they conjured, a tougher one you just taught them about a week ago. You have always loved this trick as a kid, and it only aided your sanity when you were by your lonesome in the penitentiary. In a way, you were replacing what life truly was by making your own, even if they were temporary because there was no telling when or if you’d ever be free. 

Yet, here they were, prompting joy and pride as they held the wispy animals of their choice; Richie with what seemed to be an adorable little puppy, Ethan creatively emulated a bioluminescent jellyfish and Irene…

Oh, Irene.

She scarcely remembered how much you loved making her laugh by conjuring butterflies when she was still very little if not for the twins confirming it. 

The butterfly was as small as her hand, but the wings were majestic, idly flapping before flying over to you, leaving cloudy black trails and landing on your outstretched finger. 

You stared at their creations ever so lovingly, already on the brink of tears. You were just as mad at yourself for doubting your worth, and your potential, just because of the things you had to do in the past, for the sake of the person you were now.

You embraced Irene in a tight hug before pulling your boys in as well. You sniffled, absolutely joyous and blessed to be surrounded by the most loving people. Nothing could deter you from this, not even as the shadow puppy yipped and chased the jellyfish and butterfly in excitement. Your cat, Tofu, must’ve heard the commotion, too, as she came from the kitchen to check, only to be frightened and jump on the couch with you as the puppy came running to her.

Rick finally arrived about two hours later, coming home to hear laughter before he saw Irene running across the room, followed by Tofu and the shadow puppy in tow. The jellyfish laid on Richie’s head like a nest whereas the butterfly decided to make Ethan’s shoulder its home as they hung out with you on the couch.

“Daddy!” Irene greeted him before running over to him. He didn’t question the questioning look she gave him just yet and instead, hoisted her up, laughing as Tofu and the puppy pawed at his bootlaces.

“What’s going on here?” He raised his brows, amused by what could be described as a fever dream of a sight.

“The kids learnt how to make little lives.” You giggled, allowing Rick to sit next to you as you scooted over.

“And I got a new hat,” Richie gestured to the jellyfish, who he has now dubbed as Jelly. As if it understood, Jelly immediately floated away, leaving Richie’s hair flattened, “Never mind.”

You shared a laugh as he deadpanned before you turned to Rick, “Was work okay?”

“Yeah, the usual. Decorated the place today, actually.” He took his phone out of his pocket, opening his gallery and showing you and the kids the spookily tacky decor that furnished his workplace.

“Did you really paint ‘dead inside, don’t open’ on the entrance door?” The twins gawked.

“Fitting, ain't it?” Rick joked, prompting smiles and chuckles from you once more before falling back on the couch, “But at least I’m off tomorrow, so I was thinking we could eat out for dinner.”

“Oh! We should head to Pop’s since they’re also offering their apple betty.” Ethan suggested.

“Well, I think that’s a good idea, so,” Richie trailed off, raising anticipation from the rest of you before jumping off the couch and running up the stairs. Ethan and Irene simultaneously gasped before the former took his sister out of Rick’s arms to chase their brother together. You and Rick could only watch with delight as Tofu and the shadow creatures followed them too.

“Everything okay?” He wanted to know, but he wouldn’t pry if you weren’t ready to tell him.

“Yeah,” You nodded, gazing down for a moment before continuing, “Something happened earlier but…”

“Richie! You better not lock the door or I swear to God!” Ethan’s voice rang out from upstairs, followed by Irene’s ‘language!’, and you couldn’t help but shake your head in amusement. 

“It’s all good now.” You reassured him. You knew you could’ve told him, but it wasn’t worth dwelling on. You had children to nurture and a husband to take on the world with.

“The Bedfords?” He guessed. If it wasn’t them, then it had to be Mr Walker.

“The Bedfords,” You confirmed with a tight smile, “I’m just more upset that Irene was there to hear it.”

You didn’t explain any further and Rick took it as a sign to drop it. If they were able to make you this upset, then it was best to ask the kids instead. 

“I’m sorry,” He pulled you to his chest, planting a slow and gentle kiss on your forehead. He rubbed your back, sighing at the very mention of that family. Rick loathed that they were influential enough to be one of the higher-ups of the school’s PTA, though he was confident that money was involved in it too. He hated that they were reasons why you’d come home ranting about how Mrs Bedford bugged you again, or when he had to make sure Mr Bedford knew he was making a promise and not an empty threat whenever it involved their kids and his, "You know I can talk to them." 

It would do no good, but it was worth trying. 

"No, you know how the Bedfords are. Don’t worry, okay? Not now,” You kissed the inside of his palm before pressing your lips against his, soft, sensual and safe. Rick moved forward, deepening the kiss as held the nape of your neck. You pulled away but not before nuzzling his nose, “We should be celebrating.”

He nodded, though he knew it would only linger in his mind for a while. Still, he adhered to your wishes, standing up before offering you his hand to get ready, “Right, right. Shall we?”

You snorted, placing your hand in his the way a princess would when a prince asks for a dance. Unexpectedly, he twirled you around, wrapping his arms around you he pulled you in, chest to chest. You playfully smacked him, though it did very little to wipe off the pleased look on his face as the two of you headed to your room. 

You and the boys were the first to head out to the front yard, chatting and evaluating the decors of the houses while waiting for Rick and Irene. 

“What happened today?” He asked his daughter quietly as they stood at the front door, helping with her shoes while she slid on a jacket. 

“Mrs Bedford was saying bad stuff to mama while we were at the park.” She whispered back, swinging her arms as she watched her father tie her shoelace, “Like, really mean stuff. No one was around except us so she was kinda loud, too.”

Rick fumed, clenching his jaw as he could already hear and picture whatever nonsense she loved to spit out. 

“Mama got kinda quiet when we came home, and then she started crying. About how she’s sorry she was a criminal and how we’re ‘stuck’ with her powers.” She added. If anything, she and the boys thought your abilities were the coolest thing to have ever happened to them. 

He shook his head—who wouldn't crack after being subjected to their ways for so long? He hummed, hiding the seething resentment by ruffling Irene's hair.

"Can you help me distract your mother while I talk to the boys for a bit?" She nodded diligently, skipping over to you before Rick called out to his sons, "Need some help, boys." 

They rushed over, glancing at you before Ethan spoke up first, "She told you?" 

"Yeah." Rick replied as he locked the door.

"Can't we do something about it?" Richie asked with a frown.

"You boys are not punching Blake again." Rick reminded them with a small smile. 

"You didn't seem to mind it," Ethan mirrored his father's amusement, "He was yelling at our teammate and encouraged his troll brother to push Irene off a swing." 

"I'm mad, too," Rick was more than mad, but he couldn't let his emotions run wild, "Look, we'll think of something, alright? For now, just make sure she's happy." 

That's all they ever wanted.

The drive to Pop's was a lively one, and so was the dinner itself. Though you knew you'd be thinking about Mrs Bedford's words every once in a while, the smiles and laughter of your family were already a welcoming distraction as it is. 

Midnight rolled around, and everyone had returned to their rooms with sore cheeks and a full stomach. You were the first to slip under the covers after a shower, hoping you wouldn't be too tired as you waited for Rick, though it didn't work.

By the time Rick got out of the bathroom, you were peacefully asleep, your face just a breath away from your husband's pillow as his scent soothed you like no other. 

Rick smiled to himself, changing into his PJs before sitting on your side of the bed. The dip roused you from your slumber just a little.

"Rick?" You murmured, fluttering your lashes tiredly.

"Forgot to get some water," He caressed your cheek before bending down to kiss it, "I'll be back." 

You mustered a closed-eye smile and before you knew it, you drifted off once again, lulled by the way he patted your back.

Once the coast was clear, he moved off the bed, silently slipping out and closing the door before heading over to the twins' room. He knocked on the door, just enough for them to hear before doing the same with Irene's door and headed downstairs.

Rick sat down at the dining table with a glass of cold water, arms crossed and lost in his own thoughts before hearing light footsteps approaching.

Richie, Ethan and Irene carefully pulled their chairs back before taking a seat, and just like that, the discussion began.

But it didn't seem like they were getting anywhere and at some point, they just started shit-talking.

"Man, I wish coach would just kick Blake out." Ethan groaned, his head falling back. 

"Tell me about it. He's shit at quarterback." Richie clicked his tongue.

"Boys." Rick warned them, partially because his youngest was listening.

"Sorry." They apologized but Irene didn't seem to mind.

"How about…" She chimed in, tapping her finger on her chin, "We scare them?" 

"Like…?" Richie cocked his head, hoping she'd say more than just that.

"I don't know, I just thought it'd be cool since it's Halloween and stuff. And, well, maybe we could use our powers, but I know mama and daddy wouldn't want that." She shrugged, pouting because she hadn't thought it far enough.

"It would be a miracle to scare them without using our powers in the first place," Richie sighed, looking over to his father, "What do you think, dad?" 

No reply.

"Dad?" Ethan followed suit as the three of them raised their brows.

“How far are you in your shadow puppet practice?” Rick asked out of the blue, staring ahead as though imagining whatever idea he had played out. 

“Uh, pretty far, I think? Ma taught us how to merge our shadows into one if we wanted to make a bigger animal.” Richie answered, earning affirmative nods from his siblings. 

“How big?” 

“Like, this big!” Irene opened her arms wide to let him know just how big of a monster they would be able to make if they wanted to. They haven’t, there was no reason to, but the more their father asked, the more it piqued their interest.

Rick thought it through for a moment. It has been a while since he has seen you make that one particular lifeform, but it was worth a shot. If it were able to render Waller speechless, then it’ll definitely make the Bedfords piss their pants. 

No actual attacks, and definitely no killings. But he’ll make sure they shudder at the mere thought of Halloween. Put the fear of God in them. They had it coming, too, stomping on other neighbours’ happiness for years just for the fun of it. 

He just had to play it safe. 

He slowly broke into a sinister smile.

“You three ever heard of a hellhound?”

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» a/n: ahh hubby rick <3 ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Sex witch, I don’t know if I need advice or commiseration, but I’m writing in anyway in case you/your followers can help.

So I (24M) am a polyamorous slut, a term I embrace. My current sexual partners are my fiancé (25M), my girlfriend (22F) and my boyfriend (25M). Fiancé and boyfriend aren’t currently having sex with anyone other than me, but my girlfriend has recently started hooking up with her friend R (21M).

Because I have multiple sexual partners, I tend to be more-than-usually strict when it comes to regular STI screenings. I ask that my partners all get screened regularly, and that they ask their sexual partners to also screen regularly. This hasn’t been a problem until now.

Recently, my girlfriend asked me to talk to R for her. Apparently he told her he’d been STI tested recently when in fact he’s never been STI tested at all. That already rubs me the wrong way, because it means that he lied to her in order to get her to agree to sex she otherwise wouldn’t have. GF doesn’t want to start a fight with R about the lie. She *does* want me to convince him to actually get tested. He refuses or changes the subject when she asks, and is apparently offended that my “tyrannical demands” are expected to dictate his behavior.

I don’t want to talk to R about this and would prefer to let him and GF sort it out between them, except that GF has continued to have sex with him in the interim and seems to have given up in getting him to listen to her directly. In short, it’s a mess.

My choices seem to be these:

—Have multiple lengthy and miserable conversations with an immature 21 year old who thinks I’m a sexual tyrant about why STI testing matters to me.

—Physically drag him to the local free clinic by his hair (I know better, don’t worry)

—Try to get my GF to stop having sex with him (I hate trying to control other people’s sex lives)

—Stop having sex with my GF indefinitely. (This is the current state of affairs.)

At this point, I think I’m too frustrated to have a clearheaded view of this issue. R seems to think that I’m upset that one of my partners is having sex with someone else, but it really, really isn’t that. I got along great with my GF’s ex boyfriend and my boyfriend and fiancé’s exes, all of whom were prepared to approach our dynamic with respect for everyone involved. I’m kind of thinking myself into angry circles about this one, I think. Please advise.

hi anon,

glad you decided to ask about this now that you've found yourself thinking in circles. it can be easy to lose perspective when you're up to your eyes in a problem, and getting someone else's input can be really necessary. I'm happy to offer that input, and it's this:

the last option, re: no sex with your GF, is not only by far the most reasonable option but also the only one that seems at all fair to you and your other partners.

I don't know your GF and I'm sure she's a lovely person, but from where I'm standing she's also being a huge dick about this. it's not her fault that R lied to her about having never been tested, but making the choice to continue having sex with him after finding out the truth, giving up on trying to get him to get tested, and pawning the responsibility off on you is unfair to you, your other partners, and anyone else who potentially becomes part of this dynamic

I want to be so clear here: wanting everyone to get tested for the safety of an entire group is not unreasonable, and it's not tyrannical behavior. it's an extremely reasonable request to make, and if your girlfriend wants to disregard that then that's her choice to make, but she's also an adult woman who can deal with the consequences of the choice.

in my pinned post I say that my answer to most requests for relationship advice is to talk about it or break up, and unfortunately I can't really see this situation ending any other way.

[andreal831]

Can you imagine what it would be like if Klaus had been born a woman?

Everything would have been completely different and they likely never would have been turned.

The biggest difference is that it would have been easier for Esther to hide her affair. We see Klaus as a child doesn't have a warrior's heart. While he carried the werewolf curse, we see him resistant to harming others. He wants to whittle and paint and take care of his siblings. This is something that Mikael resents from him. People always say that Mikael never gave a reason for his hatred of Klaus, but we can infer what it was. And the show confirms it. Esther gave Klaus a charmed necklace to keep him weak and this angered Mikael who wanted warrior sons.

We also know from the show that Mikael didn't approve of his daughter's wielding swords. This would have been perfect. Esther could have still given Klaus the necklace but Mikael wouldn't have viewed Klaus' lack of strength as weakness, rather he would have found her to be an appropriate daughter. As a daughter, there also would be less chance of her triggering her curse since she wouldn't be a warrior.

Mikael would have seen her as a second chance for Freya. We don't see him do this with Rebekah but we know that Mikael celebrated Klaus' birth. And it's not just because he's a boy and a warrior. Otherwise he would have had that reaction to Elijah. It was the timing of it. It had been long enough after Freya's "death" that he was ready to love a child again. He would have viewed a daughter, especially one that likely would have looked like Freya, as a sign. Mikael loved Klaus until Klaus started to disappoint him because he was "weak." As a girl, Mikael wouldn't have had this disappointment.

Now this likely would have changed as she got older and eventually triggered her curse. Mikael would have been even more devastated that this second chance to protect and love a daughter was all a lie. I don't put it past Mikael to try and kill her in anger. However, I do think that Elijah likely would have been more protective of her than he was of Klaus. To me, I always viewed Elijah's resistance to stopping the abuse because that's just how Mikael trained his sons. But I can't see Elijah tolerating that with Rebekah or another sister. He would tell her to run and stop Mikael from going after her.

Even if Klaus' personality was the exact same, I just feel like the day Henrik died would have played out differently. They would have tried to convince Kol to go with them since Henrik was too small for a weapon and Klaus likely wouldn't have known how to use a weapon. Klaus is smart enough to not go spy on the wolves without some kind of defense. Kol, as a witch, would have been able to protect them. If Henrik had never been killed, they never would have been turned into vampires.

Thanks for the ask! This was interesting to think about.

[ace7librarian]

What if in some universe, another identity, miss Holloway was a librarian?

As a librarian, I know a lot about people in my town - what people read tells you a lot about them. I know who's unhappy with their partner, I know who's children struggle with their mental health, I know all of the gossip of the old ladies.

Miss Holloway could spy on the citizens pretty easily- she would organise the library in a way that books about the paranormal would be just in her line of sight. If someone would come to the library for information, she would be there to help.

Jane used to come a lot, taking one or two books for herself ans some books for tim. Tom was pretty lost the first time he took Tim to the library, but after a while he started to look at some books himself.

The nerds, of course, are always there. Pete took Steph to see the library once. She took a comics and almost forgot to bring it back. Grace is... Grace. No smut in the library.

Linda is there with her blonde boys, despising every second of it. River is just trying to read and his brothers won't let him.

Becky used to come all the time, reading every romance book, but for a long time, she arrived once a year, apologising for returning the books so late and not staying fir more than two minutes. After her husband "left her", she came back to reading regularly.

Charlotte is one of the sweet religious woman that reads the most erotic shit you've seen. I see so much of them.

Bill is reading emotional and inspirational books, and lately he took some books about parenting. Sometimes he runs into Sylvia, who's reading sweet romance books.

Mr Davidson took every erotic book he could find.

Zoey tried reading les mis, got bored and never returned it.

Young ted took books about flirting.

Alice and deb go on dates in the library. I saw a straight couple do it once, it's adorable. Alice and Deb are both fandom trash, convince me otherwise.

Frank is not taking tons of books, but he trusts miss Holloway's recommendations and is almost never disappointed. He's never late. He can't afford that.

Sometimes, when the library is closed, wiley is there, switching the order of the books and turning them so you can't see the binding like a fucking monster.

Maybe she met duke while he looked for psychology books.

Hannah comes to the library every day, she's reading fantasy books in the corner and stays until closing time. Lex was worried about this, she didn't know you didn't have to pay for the library. Miss Holloway notices every lonely kid reading alone. She talks to Hannah. Maybe when Hannah is older she gets a job at the library too.

Credits to the Israeli starkid group for some of the ideas, and to my boss for casually admitting she's a witch.

[morsobaby]

For your ship thing, how about:

Beloterra (as in belos X terra, I think it's got potential)

Squirrelcrow (Squirreltail X Crowfeather)

Whitestorm X Tigerclaw

Also Jayce X Vic Vs Jayce X Mel?

Beloterra ??/10 uh well I had to mull over this one for a bit ngl. I've looked into it a bit. There was one post that explained and elaborated really well on why they'd make a good pair and it was good! But Belos hates witches. Regardless of how much they may have a good connection with him. But now, if we ignore that part.. Honestly I really have a hard time imagining Belos in any romance? Also Ironically despite being an actual White cracker™ who probably comes from the age that sees homosexuality as a mental illness, I cannot see him liking women lmao. Take this lightheartedly please. But in more seriousness, to me, Belos as a character truly shines in other relationship dynamics. Familial, authorial, antagonistic and so on. There's much more interesting stuff to be done with him and his personal relationships and I just can't really imagine the kind of person in the show that he'd fall for. Ngl I'd probably be annoyed if they gave him a romance in the show (obv. Depends alot on how it's done but Idk). This isn't me going "Bad guys don't get to have romance u_u" at all, this is just me saying I'm not sure how I'd vibe with shipping culture™ + Belos.

But I must admit, I think unrequited romances would be kinda fascinating for him. Either in the case that someone likes him and he doesn't like him back, or the other way around. Just something.. Complicated, ykno?

Anyway, despite that, I definitely accept this ship into my house 👍

Squirrelcrow 5/10 (I think you meant Squirrelflight? Bc I can't really think of who the other one there would be otherwise. Correct me if I'm wrong ofc). Nah. Don't see the appeal. I get that people make the argument that she and Crow coulda played off each other much nicer and had an interesting relationship, also minus the age gap Squilf has to Bramble, which is Def a plus. But meh. I'm not feeling it at all. I see your argument and I can respect it but I don't care about this ship at all. I really really don't think Crowfeather would be much better of a boyfriend than Brambly. Not as bad probably! But not good enough in my eyes. I think either someone else entirely or just. Let her be single and heal. With her friends and family. Please. I don't feel super strongly about this in the negative way either tbh but I definitely don't care for it at all. I ignore it.

Whitetiger 8/10 yes. Nods. I'm not like Uber invested in this ship but I definitely think it's a good one, especially considering what other ships Tigerclaw has in the Fandom.. *side eyes them in mild discomfort*. Anyway. I'm not sure if I have much to comment? I think it's cool how people noticed these two as an item bc before being introduced to the ship I wasn't aware they basically grew up together?? That's dope! I love their sort of. Relationship development I guess? At least as much as the fans have expanded upon it

Jayce x Vic vs Jayce x Mel - okay so. I think I've touched upon this briefly when I mentioned my aro(spec) hcs, and Mel was on it. I don't wanna say I dislike Mel and Jayce's relationship but it's really bland fr. It's painfully obvious how this is just "Man like woman, obviously!". Like Idk if it was just me but right up until they boned i was 90% convinced she'd turn out to be a twist villain or stab him in the back or just, like have some. Suspicious things going on. Her interest and interactions with Jayce were not romantic at all imo, if anything I'd probably have to say it just seemed like pure lust. Which, good for them I guess, that's valid too. But you get what I mean?? There were no sparks. They sure had A dynamic, but not a romantically coded one. To me at least.

With that said I'm not gonna protest the fact that they're together, even though I'm just facepalming at it. I'll just let it exist since clearly that's how they wanna tell this story and apparently one gay couple is their maximum quota for this show (looks at Vi and Cait). However, Jayce and Viktor have an infinitely more interesting dynamic and a much more genuine feeling relationship. They actually seem to have a connection and care for each other as people, to an extent I don't see with Mel. To me it felt like she was more interested in Jayce for his inventions. I honestly do with it woulda been Jayce and Viktor, and not just bc "Gay uwu" but genuinely bc it would be very engaging to explore their relationship develop. Ofc, relationships don't need to be romantic to be engaging. But just, with Jayce being a poster boy of the upper class and Viktor rising up from the dumps, it would create interesting conflict for them! Explore that please! It was so cool seeing them work together bc they play off of each other so well! And they were given actual bonding moments!!!!

I'll just say. They both exist to me, in my heart. The way I see it, Jayce and Mel are queerplatonic and Viktor has Feelings™ for Jayce, who is probably a little suppressed about his own feelings for him. Ofc it does clearly seem that he cares for Mel as well. I don't feel annoyed enough to gloss over that. But to me this is how it works and I'll be fine if they explore Viktor and Jayce's relationship in a meaningful way later on.

Also I'm not hating on Mel btw. Tbh I kinda wish she'd turned out to be a bit more devious, that woulda been interesting to me. I feel like she was only allowed to be interesting towards the end of the season (before that she was honestly just "Hot,,, lady👀👀support Jayce inventions??? She is mysterious and graceful,, in a hot way")

[chuuyrr]

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jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

warning(s): possible spoilers for wandavision, or the scarlet witch in general

bear in mind that this is a crossover. some information might overlap or even change because this is a work of fiction, you can say it is an alternate universe <3 (so pls be nice and dont attack me for it)

gojo learned about your existence right before toji breathed his last, right when he already had taken custody of megumi after toji intended to sold his son to the zenin clan. by that time, megumi was mature and old enough. you, however, were still a baby.

if it's something that toji fushiguro had failed to do, it would be telling satoru gojo of your origin. the real story behind you; your real power and bloodline. you could say that he left gojo an enigma to solve on his own.

at first, gojo's initial thoughts were, 'oh god, another child for me to take in.'

he never really intended to get attached to you in the first place. it's not like you were actually his. you just needed a father-figure to raise and guide you, but the moment when you held his finger? all ever saw was innocence, warmth and love from you.

"alright, i'll look after you." a smile graced gojo's lips as he cradled you in his arms.

you suddenly squealed, eliciting a happy noise at him. "daddy!"

"what? no! i'm your uncle, i am not your dad!" although gojo specifically made that clear, it was obvious that his heart and mind said otherwise.

raising you was no trouble. just like how he did with megumi, gojo was able to get financial support for you too. you grew up to be a bubbly child who'd always stick to him. gojo eventually came to love you and finally let you acknowledge him as your father, not as an uncle. though he wondered if toji was cursing at him from six feet under, toji did say to look after you, but did it mean for him to stand up as your father now? gojo knows for a fact that toji loved you.

he learned that toji intended to sell you at first, but he didn't continue to do so. toji loved you so much that he wanted you to live a good life. toji didn't want to repeat the same mistakes. so, he did what was best for you.

days had passed since you exhibited your real power at jujutsu high. after a lot of arguments and convincing power against the higher ups, gojo was able to keep you out of their mess. however, they asked gojo to find out the truth behind you because they saw you now as a threat. if they can't have you or have you executed either, then it only means you were a danger to them.

so, that's what gojo did. his days worth of trips became weeks. gojo even traveled outside of japan, desperately trying to trace back your origin to find any information about your power and after some time, he eventually did find something. in a strange church-like place, outside of japan.

gojo met a strange old woman while he was searching for the origin of your powers. for some reason, she knew about you and how gojo was exactly looking for answers.

"how do you know [name]? who are you?" gojo cautiously asked the short, white haired woman that was holding a black cat in her arms. "are you her grandmother perhaps?"

"grandmother? i am not related to that child you have with you, young man." she stated calmly.

gojo swallowed thickly, watching as the woman summon a book from thin air. "what do you know about my daughter?"

"many things actually, your daughter exists in vast range of multiverses." with that, images of you flashed before gojo's field of vision.

he saw a version of grown-up version of you with red hair along with an android of sort; and then there was another wherein you were appeared to be a teenager, you were with a young man with silver hair who looked similar to you. gojo assumed you had a twin; other versions consisted of you wearing a strange crown and dress of dark red; you living in a world with people that didn't have powers.

gojo took note how all of these versions of you didn't seem to be of japanese descent, and how you were named as wanda maximoff instead of [name] fushiguro.

"she's unique from the rest of her versions." the woman explained to gojo, dissipating all the images of your versions throughout the universe with a single snap of her fingers. "it intrigues me to find out what path she will take in this one. will she ask me to mentor her again? will she create another reality? who knows? it's exciting and frightening at the same time."

"what your daughter possesses is not cursed energy young man, she is not like your kind."

"then, what is she? who is she?" gojo was dying from anticipation.

before gojo could find the answer he was looking for, he woke up with a sharp gasp from his bed. the white haired man stressfully ran his fingers through his scalp, his crystalline eyes frantically looking left and right. everything he saw was a dream? but, the atmosphere and the old woman's presence felt real to him. how did he find his way back in japan? gojo thought for sure he left.

"your daughter is the scarlet witch. a being not born, but forged from chaos."

a voice whispered in his ear the moment he directed his gaze at your sleeping figure that was curled up like a cat against his side.

[notmanagingmymischief]

ᴀʟᴍᴀ ᴘᴇʀᴇɢʀɪɴᴇ | ɪ ꜰɪʟʟ ᴍʏ ᴄᴀʟᴇɴᴅᴀʀ, ᴄᴜᴢ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪꜰ ɪ'ᴍ ʙᴜꜱʏ ɪᴛ'ʟʟ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴍᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ - ɪɪɪ

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sorry that this is super short tho lol it's just a filler chapter ig

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warnings: PTSD

word count: 2K

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THE WAY IT JUST FALLS OUT OF HER MOUTH I'M WHEEZING PLS-

I'm not sure how long I'd been out when I finally wake up to the feeling of someone's hand gripping mine tightly. Light slowly begins to filter through my eyelids and the world starts to register in my head as I awaken, and I take a deep breath to try and fill my lungs with the still air that fills the room. I don't know which soldier is holding my hand, since none of us do that, and it makes me try to open my eyes. It's also bright, I finally realize, something that is certainly uncommon in the barracks. Did I fall asleep outside again watching the stars? I've been doing that a lot recently, I think. But that still doesn't explain the hand, nor the lack of the sound of my general screaming my name. It's certainly late enough, if the position of the sun is anything to go by.

I finally force my eyes open with a quiet groan, and vaguely feel the hand tighten around mine as my head turns towards the owner. Vision blurry, I don't recognize who it is, but it's definitely not a solider. And that's when I remember; I'm home. I came back home. And by the dark color that the blob of a person is wearing, it's either Enoch, which is very unlikely, or the headmistress. Blinking a few times to try and clear the sleep in my vision, I groan again as a pounding headache finally hits me like a freight train. The person quickly leans in, and their free hand gently presses my chest back down as they whisper "Don't try to get up just yet, darling." Oh yes, that's Miss Peregrine. I whine in response, but do as I'm asked and relax back onto the pillows again.

After a moment of silence, I ask quietly "What happened?" Miss Peregrine replies with "You fainted during the reset. You've been out for..." she trails off and I hear the clicking of metal on metal along with the soft sound of a ticking clock as she checks her pocket watch and finishes "six hours and seven minutes," a second later. I hum in response and sigh heavily; my hand remains in hers through the entire ordeal, and it's a welcome weight to help ground me in the moment while I attempt to remember the previous night. I can't recall much other than flashes, but I do remember the planes and the bomb and the panic attack. I finally realize that the person who carried me inside just before I blacked out must have been Miss Peregrine, and for some reason it makes me blush lightly thinking about being in her arms like that.

When I finally have enough of that, I sigh again and, my vision fully having returned to me, turn my head to face the headmistress, who looks to be staring at me, only turning her head away quickly when I make eye contact. I smile teasingly and mumble "It's rude to stare, Miss P," and the woman rolls her eyes, something I notice she only does around me. Otherwise she's much too proper to do something so childish, so it feels like a sort of privilege being able to experience it, even if it's happening because she's annoyed at me. "Are you feeling well enough to stand? I'm afraid dinner is in....ten minutes, and I've yet to prepare the table." I smile and nod, already beginning to push myself up with her quick assistance, and soon I'm on my feet. Miss Peregrine keeps one of her delicate hands on the small of my back as we finally leave my room, and I subconsciously arch into the touch.

When we arrive at the kitchen, the woman leaves my side, effectively removing her hand from my skin and, to my embarrassment, I actually whimper a little at the loss. The sound makes her chuckle quietly and give me a little smirk, one which I return with a pout as I try to deny it. Miss P then turns, still looking smug, and begins to gather plates, calling out "Could you help me set the table, please?" over her shoulder. I shake myself out and grumble an agreement before doing so, taking the china dishes from her hands and moving back and forth between the dining room and kitchen, setting each one in it's place, until there are thirteen perfectly arranged table settings, one for each of us plus Miss Peregrine. Once done, I brush my hands clean from invisible dust and look over my work proudly, returning to the kitchen and announcing "Done!" to the headmistress, who seems to just be finishing something.

The ravenette turns her face to me with a small smile and thanks, before saying "Wonderful. Now, go get ready to eat, you look as if you've just been raised from the dead." I scoff in mock offense, jaw dropping and hand going to my chest. "How dare thou!" I exclaim, acting hurt, but Miss Peregrine just gives me A Look and I wither, reducing down to a pout and a murmured "I'll be right back." She nods curtly and I hear a tiny, satisfied noise leave her throat as I exit the kitchen, heading to my room to get changed and cleaned up.

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Questions come rapid fire for the first few minutes of dinner, but I luckily don't have to answer most of them once Miss Peregrine calms the children down. I answer the basic ones, if I'm feeling better and such, but I tend to shy away from the reason that I passed out, not comfortable talking about such things with literal kids present. Miss P seems to understand as she gives me a nod when I glance at her, mouthing "Thank you" from beside her. Halfway through, everything calms back down, and the rest of the meal goes smoothly, talks of our upcoming walk, what the others were doing outside before being called in, all that. I stay silent, just observing and listening, but a smile remains on my lips the entire time. Now that I'm older, no longer a child like I used to be, I feel less like their sister and more mature; maybe this is how Miss Peregrine feels.

It's not like I feel like their keeper or protector, I could never do what she does, but it kinda feels as though I've upgraded from sibling to parental figure. I am the oldest one here besides Miss P, after all, so it would make sense why I feel like this. And while it's a loss to not connect with them like I used to, it's already rewarding in and of it's own being someone that they look up to. Miss Peregrine is really lucky to have these kids, I think as I eat, and glance over at said woman. Her eyes shine with contained happiness as she watches over her charges, a barely visible smile ghosting over her features all the while. She loves them, I know that, and faintly remember the few times she gave me that look. It wasn't often, seeing as I was almost always the troublemaker, but when it did happen it felt like fireworks exploding in my chest.

Through my time in the army, I had a lot of time to think. And think I did, about anything and everything under the sun. But my thoughts still fell back to the old headmistress quite often, and I've come to terms with the fact that I definitely had (and probably still do) a crush on the woman. But who wouldn't? She's strong, powerful, confident. She's what every woman wants to be and she doesn't even have to try. Of course someone like me would have a natural pull to her, but it's not like anything could ever come of it anyway, so I just try to keep it down to a minimum. If I can turn the schoolyard infatuation into simple friendly admiration, then everything will be alright. So I focus on my food, finishing it up a few minutes later and returning my attention to the rest of the table once I realize I've been staring.

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"Y/n!" I skid to a halt in the grass, just out of reach of a running Claire, and spin to face the person who called my name. I can hear Claire laughing happily when she realizes that she's going to get away from my tickle wrath, and I glare playfully at her. I then call back "Yeah Miss P?" The headmistress skips over the nickname and says "Could I speak to you please?" I nod, mumbling an "Be right back" to Claire, who pouts before going to find someone else to play with. With that, I follow the headmistress back inside, where she leads me into the study, closing the doors behind her. Gesturing to a seat, the woman sits across from it, quite close to me. When I'm settled, she finally asks "I hope you don't mind, but...I'm curious." I cock an eyebrow in confusion, waiting for her to continue. "Why did you pass out last night? Did something happen?"

My breath catches in my throat for a moment and I realize that there's no getting out of this. There's no way I'm going to deny Miss Peregrine an answer, so I nod stiffly. With a deep breath, I begin answering; "Well, as you know, I've been in the war this whole time while I was gone. And I've had to go through a lot of stuff, but I think that the hardest was definitely the bombings. I've seen homes demolished, families torn apart, parents taken from their children and vice versa." I pause, swallowing roughly to clear my throat. "And last night, even though I knew it wasn't going to hit, I think that seeing the bomb just brought me back to all of that. Remembering all the people that I couldn't save, all the lives that were lost. I just....I feel like I could have done so much more.

"I know that it isn't my fault that I couldn't help everyone, but seeing that thing just coming at you, at the people I love....reminded me of that. I don't know what I would have done if I had actually lost you, or--or anyone that night. So even when I logically knew you would stop it, I couldn't stop my head from throwing me back to the day it happened." I stop, unable to continue as my voice cracks and tears blur my vision. I don't like revisiting my past, especially now that I'm finally out of the army, and doing it in front of someone makes me feel weak, useless. But I'm quickly engulfed in a pair of warm arms that I instinctively fold into, and Miss P mumbles "Alright, alright. It's okay, I'll never let that happen. I will never let any of you get hurt." I nod as best as I can and curl further into the woman's embrace, trying to get as close as I can to her body in the process.

"I still regret leaving, you know," I eventually whisper into Miss Peregrine's neck where I had buried my face, hands holding her blazer. Faintly, her breath hitches and her posture stiffens, but still she hums and murmurs "I know you do. I regret letting you go. But you're a stubborn girl and even then I knew I couldn't stop you." The comment makes me chuckle wetly, knowing that she's totally right. "Still am," I mumble against her and she nods. We stay like that for a while, just mumbling quiet stories to each other, and even once we've separated she still tells me of the things that she and the children have been up to these last eleven years. It's comforting in a way, knowing that life still went on even though I wasn't here, while I was out there helping people. Or...trying to help people, at least.

When it's finally time to part ways, Miss Peregrine leaves me with "I'll always be right here if you want to talk about it, y/n. You have that, right?" before telling me to go back outside for a while. And as I walk away from her, words still ringing in my head, I realize that I'm failing miserably at keeping this little crush down to a minimum.

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[itsana004]

10 Characters for 10 people

Thank you for the tag @aoristiandariostis !! It's going to be difficult to choose only 10 favourite characters, but challenge accepted! I send the same challenge to @mizaelloverno107, @sienasiesta, @galaxymaster360, @ayse7124, @vector3996, @karenusia, @baddyzarc, @little-mx-cryptic, @aerialartistic, @animalgirl2018 and anyone who comes across this and wants to do it!

1) Liesel Meminger from The Book Thief

This is one of my absolute favourite books and movie. I remember watching this at school when I was in fifth grade and loving it and love her character. This story sets at the time of the Nazi Germany and the character of Liesel in front our eyes has been through very rough times in her early childhood, she has experienced and seen premature death from a very tender age and since the novel takes place during World War II, death is omnipresent and she constantly puts her own life on the line with her actions. She has a very unique prospective of life and was really fascinated by the power of the words, in fact she is referred as a "book thief", she has pretty much put her life on the line just to learn how to read and understand the meaning of the words, with which she has saved a life and saved her own.

2) Dolowa/Droite/Dextra from Yu-Gi-Oh! Zexal and II

This character lays a special place in my heart. Droite is presented as a classy business woman type but rather here she seems to be a person with a duty of the Maintenance of Security in the tower belonging to its creator and the Mayor, as his right hand woman, it is also confirmed that she's an elite. The reason I began to like her it's because how her true layers of personality quickly contrasted the typical business woman/seductive persona, she was nothing like it even though most of the time, the characters similar to her character design are portrayed that way. She's purely devoted to her loved ones and she doesn't got tip to toe with her boss' wishes and would face any consequnces for them. She's caring and capable and her Dueling tactics were really cool.

3) Mebara Keiichi from Higurashi no naku koro ni (kai, rei, kira)

I love love love him. Keichii is hilarious, funny, easily can get attached to but he's a tragic hero. He breaks the chains of tragic fate in utterly hopeless situations and I love how much he cares about his friends. It's absolutely tragic the deaths they have to go through, and luckly they came past it and Keichii played a great role in breaking those tragic chains.

4) Ellen/Viola from The Witch House

The Witch's House is an JRPG game and I am so sad that this doesn't have an anime or something because the plot is really awsome. Anyway, the character of Ellen, she's the main villain, so I should feel no sorrow and sympathy for this b- bery very bad person, and especially not include her in the favourite list, but my kokoro can't be helped, even though I absolutely hate her character out of frustration, but she has a tragic ass backstory to make feel damn emotional for. I hate her but I also love her, idk anymore... Next!

5) Sana from Kodomo no Omocha or Rossana

She's super energetic, and kind and compassionate and querky, silly, stupid sometimes but also very intelligent and mature. We saw so many phases of herself and her character grow. Even though she goes through really tough times, or even dying almsot, she always has a huge heart of her to forgive and come out of trauma and look at life very brightly. She was definately my role model and I am still surprised when I rewatch the way she handled her problems, and she had tones in the anime since she's an actress and lots of teenage drama. Her approach to problems was somehow many times applicable to my life and I still feel inspired by her. She's really an awsome character.

6) Katniss Everdeen from The Hunger Games

I immediately fell in love with her character the moment she volunteered for her sister. She's incredibly selfless, devoted, brave and ribellious, however it's a shame the reason that everything started by trying to protect that person is taken away from her. I loved how she realised that President Coin is just another President Snow and she killed the right person and rightfully allowed the citizens of the Districts to kill Snow. There were so many parts of the book and scenes of the movie that really drawn such a high opinion of her but I can't talk about everything other than the beginning and the end, otherwise I would take ages

7) Phoenix Wright from Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney (Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney, Dual Destiny, everything that has Phoenix and my babies Apollo and Atena in it!!)

I admire how he believes the innocence of the people and is after the truth and not winning the case, he's true, genuine and honest. I love how he does the extreme to repay people back, literally make them either his assistant, adopted daughter, his apprentice, his husband (yes I am talking about Edgy), I can't even take account of at this point.

8) Shuici Saihara from Danganronpa

I have a thing for Detectives with the name that starts with a "S", the only reason I didn't put Shinici Kudo from Detective Conan because I couldn't keep up with the series and honestly I can't, maybe one day when my online classes will end, anyway... Shuici, I like his detective work, his reasoning and the bond she formed with Kaede and his sidekick Kaito, it makes me cry just remembering it, and he's actually sensitive. I loved him even more after his reactions in Love Hotel and secret scenes. The character of Kaede was a huge influence on him, he didn't want to find the truth before because he was scared, but then he took off his cap and solved cases with his head up in the sky (I still can't get over the feels from the fact Kaede's portrait is always on Shuici's side in scrum debate to show she's always with him even after death 😭)

9) Alvin Junior from The Walking Dead

Even though I followed the series of Walking Dead for a very long time, I really got attached to Alvin Junior as much as Clementine, he's just a young god and can't convince me otherwise. Some fans didn't like AJ that much because he was new but I really saw AJ like a young Clem and Clementine now being in Lee's shoes and protecting AJ with her life just as Lee did with hers. AJ is such a mood sometimes and also really reliable. He had to make really hard calls poor guy, but I am really glad to having a happy ending

10) Agatha from the Dark Deception

Agatha is a merciless monster and a spoiled brat that will say that you're cheating by speed boost while she teleport and cut you into a corner while we're running, but I still love her <3