#theodore sanchez

[darkartistyt]

tell me abt ur ocs RIGHT NOW /nm

i'm in the process of rewriting a bunch of stuff bc i made up most of it when i was a 13 yr old edgelord but…

The multiverse -

hhhhokay 👏

So everything oc or au related falls under one giant omniverse in which exists clusters of multiverses. I like to think of them like galaxies

In the center is the primal world - the first/original world in that multiverse. For any of my aus, that would be the media they're based off (ie professor layton, ace attorney, etc.) Those primal worlds are inaccessible, but the ones in Destiny-Alduran are

Each universe is like a star; it can burn bright on its own or be part of a solar system. In that case, realms (worlds within worlds, in a way, like a demon realm or something) are like planets

Sometimes, you have subworlds (sorta like planets separate from a solar system) or deadworlds (dead stars separate from a solar system). subworlds are usually man-made, and they have only been found in Destiny-Alduran, whereas deadworlds are former aus that I no longer work on and are found outside multiverses

Destiny is the largest multiverse, being the collection of worlds where my main ocs exist. Alduran is the second largest, being a group of worlds I made to play around with a different magic system. They do have some characters, but they're still underdeveloped. Destiny and Alduran are so interconnected (being my only two oc multiverses) that they can be considered their own cluster

outside of everything is the void and the dream realm. The dream realm is accessible to anyone but is mainly utilized by a Shadow Beast ghost named Shadowweaver. The void, however... only a certain individual has been able to enter... a certain individual by the name of

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The theory of the True Reality holds more water now than it ever has! Thanks to ████'s research, we are now aware that Shadow Beasts are able to escape the dream realm and access the void without much consequence to their physical health. We finally convinced ████ to try to go beyond the infinite nothingness, but they have yet to succeed in escaping its confines.

Contacting her has proven unsuccessful. Our Empress is rather busy observing some newly discovered multiverse, trying to understand how in the five realms Destiny's magic seeped into one of its universes. Apparently, this happened to another world too, turning it into a world of demibirds. The Empress says demibirds and harpies are extinct in Destiny, which, as someone native to Alduran, surprises me. Additionally, their primal worlds are locked, unable to be accessed. ████ wonders if accessing them is the key to accessing True Reality, though part of me doubts the Empress will be willing to test that.

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The magic system(s) -

holy cannoli there's a lot to talk about here

Destiny (and by extension the Demibird and Harpy AUs) - ya got basic magic, elemental magic, artificial magic, and celestial magic

Alduran - only one type of magic and it comes from sin creatures

I'll talk briefly about Alduran first bc there's less to discuss

TL;DR, the only realm in Alduran is Aldur (very clever, I know /s), which is basically Hell. Aldur demons have magic that they can give to human hosts whom they possess for reasons I haven't come up with yet. Aldur magic is a lot like typical spellcasty wizard magic, except it's a dead giveaway of demonic possession, so even the concept of magic has been regarded as evil for millennia

Now...

I think I overdeveloped Destiny's magic system a bit bc it kinda turned into this

but...

To start, basic magic, sometimes referred to as "human's magic": there's Light magic, Dark magic, and Dual magic. Light magic is generally seen as a more defensive magic, with protection spells being easier to use. Conversely, Dark magic is seen as an offensive magic, with attacking spells being very easy to use. Light magic doesn't react to its environment as well as Dark, which can be good (does exactly what its user commands no matter what) and bad (depends of user's instruction and cannot act on its own). Dark magic reacts well to outside forces, which, too, can be good (adapts well, can act on its own) and bad (harder to control, can act on its own). Dual magic is an extremely rare combination of both which neutralizes a lot of the advantages/disadvantages one has over the other

Basic magic is most commonly used by humans, demigods, and Shadow Beasts, with demigods mainly using Light out of tradition, Shadow Beasts only being able to use Dark because they are made of the stuff (although hybrids can use Dual), and humans/demons being able to use whatever

What basic magic you get depends on what your parents have and their strengths. For example, if you have a weaker Light mage father and a stronger Dark mage mother, you'll get Dark magic. If they both have the same type of magic, or if one has magic but not the other, you'll get that magic. On rare occasions, the magic's strength will be equal, or one parent has Dual and the other is magicless, or both will have Dual magic, in which case you'll have Dual magic. The other two types of basic magic will dominate Dual, so if you have, say, a Dark mage father and a Dual mage mother, you'll get Dark magic.

Elemental is unusable by humans on its own, but magical creatures (with the exception of demigods and Shadow Beasts) can use it. In fact, they are made of elemental magic. There are four kinds - water, earth, fire, air - and different magical creatures have different amounts of each. For example, dragons have mostly air and some fire, whereas demons have mostly fire and some air.

Artificial magic is just magic put in something like a scepter or amulet and used by people, generally those without natural magic. No matter what is put in the source, be it Dark, Light, Dual, or elemental, artificial magic will act the same. This is because it is just the spellcasting angle of magic usage (think runes and incantations), and the magic lacks the ability to react to its user or environment. It is generally weaker than natural magic because of this

Celestial magic is like if you turned basic magic into deities

At first, there was only one, known today as Alpha Prime, believed to have resembled Dual magic. It is widely believed that it was the first thing to exist in the multiverse, and that it created Destiny Prime and, subsequently, its AUs. The story goes that it got lonely and split itself in half to create Alpha and Omega (so clever past me... /s). Alpha resembles Light and Omega Dark. Alpha went to work creating the basic magic system so humans can survive in the wild (bc idk i guess she liked the funny little apes or something and didnt want dragons to eat them) and Omega made a bunch more magical creatures like phoenixes (his personal favorites), gryphons, and demons

Anywho, because humans are stupid, they ended up fucking shit up and Alpha decided their magic should be weakened because they keep fucking shit up, but she failed to properly communicate that to Omega, so he thought she wanted them to take magic away from humans. So yeah, he did that, got about halfway done before getting severely overpowered, Alpha panicked, and because separation spells were, like, the only thing she knew worked at the time, she cast one on him. There were supposed to be only two products of this spell, Light-magic-resembling Sunfire and Dual-magic-resembling Reaper, but plOT TWIST THERE WAS A THIRD NAMED SOLAR ECLIPSE WHO RESEMBLED DARK MAGIC BC 13 YR OLD ME WAS EDGY AS FUCK

Alpha viewed Eclipse as nothing more than a mistake and was pretty shitty towards them. Eventually, Eclipse got sick of it (rightfully so), so Alpha yeeted them into space. dw they found their way back without Alpha's knowledge >:)

Eventually the celestial magics all found users for prophecy reasons

BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE!

Hellfire's a thing

It's like the Destiny equivalent of Aldur magic and yes it is used by sin creatures HOWEVER harpies used to have it too and no one knows why

Demons (not the evil kind) can obtain Hellfire if they are shit enough as a person or unlucky (Hellfire chooses its users via soulreading but sometimes it goofs) because those creatures have the ability to turn into angels or sinmara (the bad kind of demon, word comes from their language) after they die

Harpies just have it

One neat little quirk of Hellfire's is that it can cause its users to undergo monstrous transformations. In sinmara, this results in titan and hellbeast forms, and in harpies, it results in a harpy beast form. I won't go too in depth because the details of each form is dependent on the person and also because I'm still working on harpy beasts

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Dee-Dee -

My main oc :) I made her in 6th grade, and by "made the character" i mean "stole a character from BeyBlade Burst, misspelled his name, forgot he had Vegita hair, gave him magic, forgot he was originally from BeyBlade so now he's in his own world with magic and demons and stuff, made him bisexual, made him a transwoman, and redesigned/renamed her all between the ages of 12 and 14"

Her backstory is the one I have to fix the most bc, again, I was a dumbass edgelord in my early teens, but it basically goes

Born to a magicless demon mother and human Dark mage father (except plot twist his magic was celestial but we'll get to that)

Magic was overpowered as shit because something something celestial magic

Fucked up a spell real bad and her magic just shut down in response

Was given an amulet to help her hide the fact that she's a demon (her mom does this too)

Was nearly attacked by a Shadow Beast when she was 14, which reawakened her magic

Magic is still overpowered as shit

Fucked up a spell so bad it gave her MBES (my reworking of what i thought DID was (i was SO wrong, it's almost embarrassing) where basically it's a magic born version of the whole "split personality" concept where those who have it are systems of (usually) 2-3 alters. Basically it's DID, but instead of it being trauma based, it's caused by the user's magic being so unstable it permanently messed up their brain chemistry)

Anyway her alters' names are Midnight and Aura (they used to be Eclipse and Nightmare respectively. hopefully it's clear why i'm rewriting them)

She starts learning how to control it and learns that it's actually celestial magic and that she's part of some great prophecy

She meets a Shadow Beast named Nightshade sometime in high school and they fall in love (she doesn't know Nightshade is a Shadow beast at first btw bc they're shapeshifters)

Dee-Dee and Nightshade reveal to each other that they are not human (well, both of them are half human, but that doesn't matter ever so...)

Dee-Dee finds out she's a bisexual polyamorous transwoman

She starts dating her bestie Ash because she realizes she's in love with Ash (ranlay moment). Nightshade is totally fine with this and is actually really close friends with Ash, so they are now a happy throuple :)

Callie's a bitch i guess, idk i still have to rewrite her

Oh, also, she has a little brother named Raymond

sorry the details are kinda vague at the moment

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Nightshade -

she never had a super fleshed out backstory unfortunately

She was actually my first acespec character. She's demisexual

Her real name is Belladonna she just thought Nightshade sounded cooler when she was in middle school and it kinda just stuck

She's a straight woman with a wife lol

Her personality is like if Athena Cykes had an emo phase in high school and then was the mom friend in college

She has made jokes about keeping Dee-Dee on a leash before bc that woman is feral

She was also the first Dual mage character I had

She HATED Callie with a burning passion (she still doesn't like her, but she tolerates her now)

She's probably the only neurotypical one

She's also the only member of the Prophecy that doesn't have celestial magic, but her powers are so strong it's on par with Sunfire and Reaper

She can and will fight god (Callie)

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Callie -

she was That Bitch as a teenager (she grew out of it and became a megalomaniac instead)

Walking Stereotype Develops a God Complex, more at 11

oh btw all the non-human prophecy members are royalty. Callie's just the only one who made that her entire personality when she was 15

no longer thinks being a demigod princess makes her the greatest person alive, now thinks being Alpha's user makes her the greatest person alive

god I need to rewrite this bitch I made her WAY too unlikeable

hates the other prophecy members

accidentally blinded Theo in a fight with Dee-Dee and actually regrets it (maybe she does have a soul)

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Ashton -

gay gay homosexual gay

was my projection central for a while

gay dude with a girlfriend lol

very stoic and serious, but also loving and sweet

he doesn't have a backstory :/

Sunfire's user

Dee-Dee's childhood friends to lovers story

has albinism and is bilingual, Dee-Dee thought it was the coolest shit when she was little

may be autistic

yes he was originally based on Shu Kurenai

yes his design is still based on Shu Kurenai

I just like Kurenai's design okay

loves pokemon

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Theodore -

bapy

with ✨𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓊𝓂𝒶 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝒸𝑒✨

youngest of the quintet

adopted brother of Ash

sees Dee-Dee as a mentor

used to be a Terraria oc

Reaper's user

half-blind

i want to give my boy a skeleton motif in his design so freaking bad

Ray's boyfriend

my adhd son

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there are a bunch of other characters but i'd rather not go past the character limit talking about all of them, so here's the main 5

[alicezhaox]

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Happy holidays everyone! Enjoy a spa day at Azure (and for the couples, a couples massage). And a box of popcorn for a lazy night in! Also tossed into the box is a gift card to Sandcastles for a night on the town.

Much love, Alice

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Bad movie I have Rag Doll 2019

[theostrophywife]

written in the stars.

pairing: theodore nott x reader. song inspiration: until i found you by stephen sanchez feat. em beihold. author's note: boyfriend theo is the best theo. if you're wondering, then yes writing this hurt me as much as it hurts reading it but like in the best way possible.

Theodore Nott has always had an affinity for the stars. 

When he was younger, Theo's mother used to take him to the rooftop of Nott Manor and point out the constellations to him. The stars told stories, his mum had said. Theo listened with rapt attention as she recounted the tales of Aquila, Heracles, and Orion as they glittered against the backdrop of the English countryside.

The two of them would make an entire evening out of it. Laying on his back atop a nest of blankets and pillows, little Theo watched as the stars climbed higher and higher, filling the horizon with hope and light. Stargazing had been their special secret. The one thing that wasn’t tainted by his abusive father. Theo guarded the memory of those nights in his heart like a priceless treasure.

After his mother’s passing, Theo continued their tradition of stargazing. Even if she was no longer alive, all he had to do was look up at the sky to feel her with him. For that reason, the stars were special to him and he’d never shared its meaning with anyone. 

Until tonight. 

“Watch your step, cara mia.” Theo said as he guided you by the small of your back. 

The dark cloth covering your eyes prohibited you from seeing, but you trusted your boyfriend to keep you from falling. Though you weren’t a fan of surprises, Theo was impossible to resist. All he had to do was flash those pretty watercolor eyes at you and you were an absolute goner. 

For you, Theo had always been the exception. 

He guided you up a staircase, keeping a firm grip on your waist as the two of you ascended. Wherever you were going, it was pretty high up. You smiled as Theo took hold of your waist, knowing that you weren't the biggest fan of heights. Sometimes it felt like he knew you better than you knew yourself. When you reached the top, Theo unfastened his tie from behind your head. 

“You can open your eyes now, sweetheart.” 

You blinked, letting your eyes adjust to the dark. The wind whistled through the stone arches of the Astronomy Tower, framing the starkissed night with its marble pillars. The soft glow of the moon illuminated the nest of blankets and pillows arranged in the middle of the wooden floor. 

“Did you do all of this for me, babe?” 

Theo smiled. “I thought you might like to go stargazing with me,” he said, his voice soft. “Do you like it, my love?” 

“I love it, Teddy.” You beamed, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his nose. “But not nearly as much as I love you.” 

Theo grinned before pulling you in for a proper kiss. His lips were soft against yours and he tasted like peppermint. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as your knees buckled slightly. Theo never failed to make you feel like a lovestruck school girl. It never stopped feeling like this despite how many times you kissed this boy.

As if reading your thoughts, Theo smiled against your lips. “Come on, Y/N. I want to show you my favorite constellations.” 

The two of you laid down beneath the stars, making yourself comfortable amidst the blankets and pillows. Wordlessly, Theo pulled you into his arms and you nestled into the crook of his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of sea salt spray and sun kissed skin. 

“Tell me the story of the stars, Teddy.” 

He smiled, brushing your hair back. “That one right there is Ursa Major. Otherwise known as the Big Dipper, but if you look at the entire constellation, it actually forms a bear.” 

“I remember learning about that when I was little,” you said, gazing up at the sky. “Didn’t it have something to do with Zeus?”

Theo nodded. “In Greek mythology, the Olympian God Zeus fell in love with Callisto and got her pregnant. After she gave birth to the child, Hera was so mad she turned Callisto into a bear.” 

“That hardly seems fair,” you responded with a frown. 

“Zeus was a bit of a wanker,” Theo said in agreement. “Hera was even worse. She cursed Callisto to wander the forest for years in bear form until she was hunted by her own son Arcas. Just as he raised his spear to strike her down, Zeus stepped in and sent them up to the heavens. Callisto as Ursa Major and Arcas as Bootes.” 

“The Greek gods were truly a piece of work,” you replied. “But at least we got those constellations out of them."

You squinted, pointing at the cluster of stars hovering in the east. “What’s that one?” 

“That’s the constellation of Leo,” explained Theo. “Named after the Nemean lion that Heracles defeated during the first of his twelve labours.” 

“Didn’t he make a cloak out of the lion’s pelt?” 

“Smart girl,” Theo said proudly. “The cloak made Heracles invincible and more fearsome than he already was. The Nemean lion’s heart is made up of the star Regulus, which is associated with the arrival of spring.” 

“The Little King. I read that it burns hotter than the sun.” 

Theo couldn’t help but smile. Before he met you, he never thought he’d find someone to share such a special and intimate thing with. He was worried that no one else would understand his love for the stars, but as he watched you peer curiously up at the sky, your nose scrunched in careful concentration, Theo felt all of his doubts fade away. 

“Regulus is unique because it can be seen in both the Northern and Southern hemispheres.” 

The blue star glittered brightly above your heads, as if it was showing off for the occasion. “It’s beautiful,” you breathed. 

Theo stared at you, at the childlike wonder shimmering in your eyes, and he felt like the breath had been knocked out of his lungs. The gravity of what he felt for you hit him all at once. 

“Yeah,” Theo said softly, still looking at you. “Beautiful.” 

You grinned, intertwining your fingers and kissing his knuckles. “How do you know so much about the stars, Teddy?” 

“My mum taught me.” Theo answered, drawing circles on your hip. “When I was little, she used to take me to the rooftop of the manor and tell me the story behind each star. She was fascinated by them. Before she met my father, she wanted to teach astronomy at the Stati Magia.”

“The Italian School of Witchcraft?” 

Theo nodded. “My mother attended the Stati Magia, just like her mother and her mother before her. A tradition that I unintentionally broke, as nonna Lucia loves to remind me. Sometimes I think the old bat wishes that I was born a strega instead.” 

You giggled. “You would’ve been a very pretty witch.” Theo chuckled as you propped your head up in one hand. “Did your mum end up becoming a professor?”

“No,” Theo said sadly. “After I was born, my father said that her place was at the manor. He refused to move to Florence, even though he knew it was my mother’s dream.” 

You stroked his hair, nodding emphatically. Theo rarely talked about his mother. You knew that her passing was a painful subject for him, so you never pushed him to talk about it unless he wanted to.

“That’s awful. I’m so sorry, my love,” you said. “But at least she was able to pass down her love of the stars to you. In a way, she lived her dream by teaching you.” 

A soft smile tugged at your boyfriend’s lips. “I suppose she did.” 

You laid back down, but this time you cradled Theo against you. He rested his head against your chest, listening to the calming sound of your heartbeat. Talking about his mother will always be hard, but you helped ease the pain. 

“What about those stars?” You asked, pointing to the north. “What did your mother tell you about them?” 

“Perseus and Andromeda,” Theo answered. “Those are actually her favorites.”

“The chained maiden.” 

Theo stirred, inclining his gaze to the horizon. “Andromeda was the Princess of Aethiopia, the daughter of King Cepheus and Queen Cassiopeia. She was said to be very beautiful. Her mother bragged that Andromeda was fairer than the Nereids, which angered Poseidon. As punishment, the Sea God sent the creature Cetus to ravage that coast of their kingdom.” 

You nodded, recalling the story. “King Cepheus chained her to a rock and offered her as a sacrifice to appease the sea monster.” 

“Luckily for Andromeda, the hero Perseus found her before Cetus could attack again. Perseus fell in love with Andromeda and defeated the monster so he could free the princess. They ended up marrying and became king and queen of Mycenae. When they died, the goddess Athena placed them side by side in the heavens so that they would never be parted, not even by death.” 

“A love written in the stars,” you said with awe and wonder. “I can see why it’s your mother’s favorite.”

“When I was a boy, she told me that she hoped I’d experience a love like theirs, minus the sea monster of course.” You chuckled. Theo knit his brows together like he did when he was deep in thought. When he spoke again, his voice was barely audible. “It’s sad to think that she never found her Perseus.” 

You brushed his hair back, running your fingers through his curls gently. “She might not have found her Perseus, but she did have her Theo.”

Theo turned over and looked at you. The intensity in his gaze made you shiver. He was so ingrained in your heart that it felt inaccurate to continue calling it yours.

“After she died, I never thought I’d share her stories with anyone again, but I’m glad I shared them with you.” 

“Thank you for trusting me, Theo.” You said as you placed a kiss on his temple. “It means the world to me that you not only shared your mother’s stories, but her memory as well. I would’ve loved to meet her.”

The tender smile on Theo’s face was heartbreaking. Then softly, he whispered. “She would’ve loved you, Y/N.”

Your heart cracked open, his words spilling like sunlight over every crevice, warming you from the inside out.

Tears formed at the corners of your eyes, but you forced yourself to give Theo a watery smile. “Because I’m a nerd who memorized obscure mythological facts?”

Your boyfriend smiled. “No,” he said gently, caressing your cheek. “Because you made her wish come true. You are my love written in the stars, cara mia.” 

The moonlight kissed Theo’s tan skin, the silver beams caressing his face like a lover as if the moon and the stars craved to commit his beauty to memory as badly as you did. Gods, he was breathtaking. 

This was the Teddy you knew and loved. Your Teddy.

Those watercolor eyes shimmered with emotion. “Sometimes I think the gods made you just for me, like our souls are linked in a way that neither logic nor magic can explain. Whatever it is, I think I’ve loved you since before the heavens and the earth existed and I’m fairly certain that I’d still love you even after the last star falls out of the sky.”

“You’re the love of my life, Theodore Nott.” Tears streamed down your cheeks as this boy—this beautiful boy ensnared your mind, body, and soul. “I’d find you in any universe and in any galaxy. Maybe someday we’ll be immortalized in the stars too.” 

Theo held your face in his hands. His expression was open and vulnerable, like he wasn’t afraid to lay himself bare before you. As if it was the most natural thing in the world. 

“We’re two halves of a whole,” Theo said. “I loved you yesterday. I love you today and I’ll love you tomorrow. You’re it for me, Y/N. You and no one else.” 

“You and no one else, Teddy.” 

Under the constellations of the star crossed lovers, Theo kissed you so gently that it made your heart ache. As Andromeda and Perseus kept watch over the horizon, Theodore Nott knew one thing for certain.

Someday the stars would tell your story too.

[theodoresprincess]

🦋 Theodore Nott as boyfriend 🦋

Song playing :

Until I found you ~ Stephen Sanchez

Reading together

Touching 24/7 - once Theo gets used to physical touch and feels comfortable around you , he clings to you

Playing with his brown curls absently or while being lost in thoughts and not catching him staring at you with a soft look in his eyes

You're the talker in the relationship. While Theo did open up more and responds to you, you're usually the one who leads the conversation. However he does show that he listens to you by making small comments and making eye contact

Talking and planning your future together. Once Theo knows you love him *almost* as much as he loves you ( cause this man loves you. A LOT. ) he is completely committed to your and your relationship. There is no one else for him. It's either you or nobody.

Getting him to smile more by making sassy comments, playing around with the gang or simply by being yourself

Being close to the gang ( Draco, Mattheo, Blaise, Enzo, Pansy, Daphne ) y'all are literally a found family by now

Study dates. Hear me out! Theo is really smart, like damn. But he ( like the biggest part of the gang ) doesn't study that much and tend to skip classes. He would also help you study in your weakest subject

Holding hands. He needs to feel you there with him. You ground him.

Italian nicknames. His main nickname for you would be principessa ( I will die on that hill ) bc you are his princess and he treats you like one - princess treatment

Theo being protective over you. And yes, he did got into fights more than once because of protecting / defending you. What do you expect him to do when this jerk talks bad about his girl?

Patching him up after those fights and showering him in kisses which results into Theo smiling

Theo being possessive. You're his and he is yours. End of discussion

( I might add some more headcanons later )

~ princess 🦋

[distantdarlings]

INTERTWINED // t. nott

RATING: R / 1.9K WORDS

Theodore Nott x Reader Insert (No gender-specific details)

+ SUMMARY - You make the bold decision to approach Theo about your mutual feelings for each other. (Romance, Smut)

+ WARNINGS - Smut! Kissing without permission, descriptions of sex (not super graphic but still), language, dom!Theo

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

High - Stephen Sanchez

-

Theo stared at you with gentle, beckoning eyes. His tie was loosened quite a bit and the first two buttons of his shirt were pulled apart. His smooth skin called out to you. You swallowed thickly.

“Are you sure you want to?” he asks. You nod vigorously. It wasn’t doing anything with him that scared you, it was doing something in general. You had never done anything like this with someone before. If it was going to be with anyone, though…you wanted Theo.

This was a rather interesting situation and—if you were being honest, you didn’t think you’d lose your virginity this way. Asking your best friend shamelessly and, even better, him not immediately recoiling in disgust.

“If I do anything you don’t want, you have to tell me immediately,” he demands, his eyes wide and stern.

“Jeez, I’m starting to wonder if you even want me to anymore,” you joked nervously.

“Hey,” he spoke, stepping closer to you. Much closer. His lips find your ear. “I want nothing more than to make you mine in every way I can, but I can’t hurt you. I have to make this absolutely perfect for you.”

“You will be,” you reassured him.

“Well you don’t know that for certain,” he argued, “Plus the fact, I’ve only done anything once before and—wait, would that bother you?” He cut himself off. You made a face at him. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I want you, I really do.”

You hide a smile. You’d had feelings for Theo for a while now and you’d asked everyone you could think of. They all said that Theo liked you—a lot. Which was perfect for you.

“What is it? What are you thinking about?” He asks nervously, his eyes flicking wildly back and forth.

“Theo, calm down,” you chuckled gently. “Shouldn’t I be the one who’s nervous?”

“I’m sorry,” he winced. “I just want to make this—”

“Let me,” you cut him off, gently shushing him. You knew it had been bold of you to ask such a straight-forward question but you wanted him and he wanted you and you were tired of waiting for him to make a move. So you’d shown up to his room around ten o’clock and knocked politely on his door, praying his roommate wasn’t in.

Your hands slowly rise up to press easily against his cheeks, feeling the warm skin beneath. His sideburns tickled the tips of your finger. His eyes were widened and nervous, his breath short and rapid. You wanted him to relax.

“Breathe, Theo,” you whispered, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs. “You’re my best friend, you’re not usually this nervous to be with me.”

“Yes but usually you’re not asking for me to sleep with you,” he replies quietly.

“Is it much different? I’m still me and you’re still you. I’ve seen you naked before,” you smile, trying to lighten his concerns.

“Not in this context,” he mumbled.

“If you don’t want to, that’s completely okay,” you whisper, “we can forget this conversation happened—”

“No!” he hissed. “I want to.”

“Are you sure? I can just—” He presses his lips abruptly to yours. You grunt in surprise before melting into the kiss. His hands come down to slowly slide around your hips, his thumbs brushing beneath your shirt, caressing the soft skin there. Chills appear down your arms.

He refuses to release you for a few minutes, at least, before you’re practically yanking yourself back to get a deep breath. The both of you pant heavily, your eyes finding his.

“Sorry,” he breathes. You shake your head in response.

You bump your nose with his playfully as your breaths intertwine, dancing around each other. He leans forward slightly, his lips brushing against yours. You shudder against his mouth. His tongue darts out and caresses your top lip slowly, tracing it from the inside curve up to the Cupid’s bow. You hold back a moan as you press your lips to his once more.

He turns the two of you towards his bed and walks you back until the backs of your knees hit the soft surface. You fall over it, your back colliding with his blankets. Your lips separate only for a moment while he climbs back up to you, dipping his head down to press open-mouthed kisses to your neck.

“Roll over,” you whisper, as he works on your jawline.

“Hmm?” He hums distractedly.

You roll your eyes and press your hands to his chest, pushing as hard as you could. As he slides over to the spot just beside yours, you pull yourself up onto him and settle just above his pelvis. He stares with wide eyes.

“I wanna do it,” you whisper to him. You copy him and begin by pressing your lips to his neck. His eyes flutter shut and a small breath comes from his lips. You smirk against his skin.

Your fingers come down to swiftly pull each button away from its hole in his uniform shirt. Once they’re fully unfastened, you take advantage of this new display of flesh and drag your nails gently down his chest and stomach. His lips part in a small groan. You smirk once again.

Your lips reconnect with his skin, only this time, they’re weaving their way around his built chest, becoming familiar with his taste.

With one hand, he tightens his grip in your hair. With the other, he reaches down and manages to undo his belt. Quite impressive.

“Would you like help?” You laugh. He shakes his head with a smug smile plastered on, pulling the belt swiftly out of his belt loops. He raises his hand back up to the back of your neck and pulls you down to his lips.

You pull away and help him slide his uniform pants down his legs. You giggle childishly as he kicks them off the edge of the bed. You follow his actions quickly behind him, with him teasingly sliding your pajama shorts off your hips and groaning when seeing your choice of undergarments.

You tighten your fingers around his curls as you sink down onto him. His breaths fall out in quiet, shuddered exhales. His fingernails dig into your back on either side of your spinal cord. The pale blue veins over his eyelids tremble like spiderwebs in rain. Your lips part at the feeling of him—all of him, taking up every space in your body.

“Baby . . . ,” he rasps. You gently shush him, pressing your hand to his cheek and your thumb to his lips. You push down, watching his swollen bottom lip part to reveal his teeth. A spot of red slips through to cover the pearly creatures. Your eyebrows furrow as you lean closer to see what could have caused the bleeding. There, on the curvature of his lip, lay a hole embedded into the surface. You press your lips to his once more, swallowing up his groan with his blood as a chaser. You fit your incisors perfectly to the wound and gently bite down. He exhales sharply. You taste metal.

“Please,” he breathes, a bead of sweat falling from a dark curl. As if in slow motion, it collides with his chin, cascading down the curve of it, kissing his neck gently. Your lips learn the meaning of jealousy as you follow the droplet with your eyes.

“Please, what?” You ask. You suppose it could have given off a bit of a teasing tone but you were genuinely curious. This is the first time you’ve ever done this. You could be doing something terribly wrong or hurting him. You weren’t sure. You leaned closer to him. You feel him shift inside you.

“Mm!” His eyes clenched tightly. He draws his bloody lip into his mouth. “Move, baby, please move.”

“I—“ your lips part to speak. Blood rushes to your cheeks and ears, filling them with warm shame. You didn’t know how to. To be quite honest, with all of the miniature fantasies about Theo you had, you never really thought they’d come into fruition. You thought you were a hormonal person thinking about a cute guy, like everyone else in the world. But it seems that when you were fantasizing you weren’t actually planning. Else you would have known what to do here.

“What is it?” he whispers, his eyes lidded and sultry. Concern floats in them. Arousal burns in your stomach.

“I don’t know—uh, I . . .,” you stutter clumsily. He nods gently, never breaking eye contact. His hand pulls softly away from your back to cup the side of your face. His thumb slowly strokes the curve of your cheekbone. He leans in as if to kiss you once more but his lips stop to hover against yours.

“I’m going to move your hips—if it hurts, I’ll stop. Okay?” he whispered. You nodded gently so your foreheads did not bump. His hand slides down your face and across your neck. His calloused fingertips scraped your throat, claiming it. You tilted your head back to allow him more access. His hands drop to your hips.

Fingers tightening around curves, cold metal touching burning skin, and hot pleasure stabbed at your brain. You could feel everything around you and nothing at all. He felt like nothing you’d ever felt before and like everything you were supposed to be feeling. This must be what everyone talks about when they discuss how great sex is. But maybe they’re experiencing something different from you after all, because this isn’t something that is just enjoyable that you could do whenever—this is something you never wanted to end. You never wanted to stop feeling his hips slam into your thighs, his hands gripping your sides, his hot breath flutter against your throat as his lips chanted nonsensical praise to your neck. You wanted—needed to feel this forever.

“Fuck, baby, I can’t—I—” he groaned, his eyebrows screwing together. His pace became jagged and his breaths got quicker. Dulcet tones skirted the edge of your jawline as he suppressed as much of his sounds as he could. You didn’t want that.

He pressed his open mouth to your neck, sending uncontrollable chills down your arms. Bits and pieces of words slipped out between each kiss, things like “made for me” and “feel so good” echoed against your throat. You couldn’t contain the sounds slipping between your lips. He was much better at hiding his sounds than you were. You were embarrassed. You didn’t want to be useless.

You opened your eyes and slowly pulled away from his embrace. His face came away from your neck and he found your eyes. He looked worried. You shook your head and slammed your hands into his chest as hard as you could. A soft grunt came from him as he fell back. He shifted inside of you as he did. The shock in his eyes died down to an amused glint. The corners of his lips turned up gently as you did your best to recreate what he had been doing to you without his hands. As soon as you began to move, his lips parted and his eyes fluttered shut. His head fell back down against the bed.

His swollen, cherried lips glistened with saliva from the kisses he’d scattered across your neck. The sounds he had been concealing became breathier and a little louder. His eyes were beginning to clench shut. You placed your hands on his chest. You did what you were supposed to and let him learn every secret your body kept hidden.

[j-femmescoli]

books i read in 2023

my goal was to read a book a week and while the timeline wasn't perfectly even, i did manage to get it to add up (and then some!). this year i focused on religion and philosophy as well as classics (of which im counting both as traditional "ancient or pre-modern famous and outstanding" types of books, but also famous more modern books). i also bolded some books that were really good in my opinion that have really stuck with me so if you are interested in the genre i'd suggest those

st joan by bernard shaw (play)

mary and your everyday life by bernard haring (theology)

theology of liberation by gustavo gutierrez (theology)

magnificat by elizabeth ruth obbard (theology)

piedras labradas by victor montejo (poetry)

the boy who was raised as a dog by bruce perry and maia szalavitz (psychology)

4 great plays by ibsen - the dollhouse, ghosts, the wild duck, and an enemy of the people by henry ibsen (plays obvi)

the night of the iguanas by tennessee williams (play)

being logical by dq mcinerny (idk sociology maybe? it was about recognizing and avoiding bad-faith arguments and logical fallacies)

the alchemist by paolo coelho (classics)

frankenstein by mary shelly (classics)

an american tragedy by theodore dreiser (classics)

is this wifi organic? by dave farina (idk how to classify this one either but it was also about recognizing bad-faith arguments, specifically when it comes to pseudoscience)

the nicaraguan church and the revolution by joseph muligan (theology, history)

catholic social teaching: our best kept secret by peter henriot, edward deberri, and michael schultheis (theology)

beowulf (classics)

sapiens by yuval noah harari (anthropology)

the church and the second sex by mary daly (theology)

mary in the new testament edited by raymond brown, karl donfried, joseph fitzmyer, and john reumann (theology)

a catholic devotion to mary by oscar lukefahr (theology)

1001 nights / arabian nights trans. sir richard burton (classics)

a house on mango street by sandra cisneros (poetry)

primary source readings in catholic church history edited by robert feduccia and nick wagner (theology)

doing faithjustice by fred kammer, sj (theology)

winds of change by isaac asimov (sci-fi)

the sound and the fury by william faulkner (classics)

una ciudad de la españa cristiana hace mil años by claudio sanchez-albornoz (history)

the glass menajerie by tennessee williams (play)

reinventing the enemy's language by joy harjo and gloria bird (indigenous women writers anthology)

the great gatsby by f scott fitzgerald *reread* (classics)

the bell jar by sylvia plath (classics)

the kite runner by khaled hosseini (classics)

one nation, under gods by peter manseau (history)

development as freedom by amartya sen (economic / political philosophy)

women in ministry: four views edited by bonnidell and robert g clouse (practical theology)

mother of god: a history of the virgin mary by miri rubin (theology / history)

a study in scarlet and the sign of four by sir arthur conan doyle (classics)

adventures of sherlock holmes by sir arthur conan doyle (classics)

the casebook of sherlock holmes by sir arthur conan doyle (classics)

the valley of fear by sir arthur conan doyle (classics)

the memoirs of sherlock holmes by sir arthur conan doyle (classics)

the return of sherlock holmes by sir arthur conan doyle (classics)

the hound of the baskervilles by sir arthur conan doyle (classics)

his last bow by sir arthur conan doyle (classics)

the fundamentals of ethics, fourth edition by russ shafer landau (philosophy)

dracula by bram stoker (classics) (yes i'm counting dracula daily)

desde mi silencio by carmen gomez (poetry)

happiness in this life, excerpts from the homilies of pope francis (theology)

the vigilante / the snake / the chrysanthemums by john steinbeck (classics)

quest for the living god by sister beth johnson *reread* (theology)

the adventures of tom sawyer by mark twain (classics)

the adventures of huckleberry finn by mark twain (classics)

the boys in the boat by daniel james brown (history)

and that's all folks, ending the year with some classics, plus my mom insisted i read the boys in the boat while im home for christmas because she wanted to see the movie lol. i got so many books for christmas so i'll be startin off strong next year too, and my goal is finishing my collection of john steinbeck, by which i mean obtaining as well as reading everything i can find by him. here's my list from 2022 and i'll see you next year

[fictional-musician-competition]

the moment you've been waiting for has arrived...

We have a bracket!!

Yeah. It's a 64-person bracket, the font is small, all that. You can try to zoom in, or there will be a list of matchups below the cut.

All but the first matchup have been randomly generated, please don't complain about the seeding or having to choose between characters. It just worked out that way ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (ig you can complain about the first one)

Polls will be released Monday afternoon. The first round will once again be a week long, but after that we'll go to 24-hour polls until the final matchup.

May the best musician win!

Side A

Orpheus (Ulysses Dies at Dawn by The Mechanisms) on mandolin vs The Toy Soldier (The Mechanisms) on mandolin, glockenspiel and others

Theodore (Alvin and the Chipmunks) on drums vs Wylan Van Eck (Six of Crows) on flute vs Squidward (SpongeBob SquarePants) on clarinet*

Hitori "Bocchi" Gotoh (Bocchi the Rock) on guitar vs Vice Principal Nero (A Series of Unfortunate Events) on violin

Murdoc Niccals (Gorillaz) on bass vs Tsukasa Tenma (Project Sekai) on piano

Ibuki Mioda (Danganronpa) on bass guitar vs Jasiker (The Witcher) on lute

Grover Underwood (Riordanverse) on reed pipes vs Marceline "The Vampire Queen" Abadeer (Adventure Time) on bass guitar

Wei Wuxian (The Untamed) on dizi vs Rodrick Heffley (Diary of a Wimpy Kid) on drums

Toki Wartooth (Metalocolypse) on guitar vs Eddie (The Rocky Horror Picture Show) on saxophone

Chai (Hi-Fi Rush) on guitar vs Sherlock Holmes (Sherlock Holmes) on violin

Wirt (Over the Garden Wall) on clarinet and bassoon vs Alec Hardison (Leverage) on violin

Raine Whispers (The Owl House) on violin vs Scanlan Shorthalt (Critical Role, The Legend of Vox Machina) on lute and flute

Raiko Horikawa (Touhou Project) on drums vs Undyne (Undertale) on piano

Riebeck (Outer Wilds) on banjo vs Candace Flynn (Phineas and Ferb) on a variety of instruments that begin with the letter "B"

Lisa Simpson (The Simpsons) on baritone sax vs DJ Octavio (Splatoon) on turntables

Ronan Lynch (The Raven Cycle) on uilleann pipes vs Venti (Genshin Impact) on lyre and flute

Rocky Rickaby (Lackadaisy) on fiddle vs Hoid (The Cosmere) on flute

Side B

Sonic (Sonic Underground) on electric guitar vs Sal "Sally Face" Fisher (Sally Face) on Guitar

Demyx (Kingdom Hearts) on sitar vs Achilles (The Iliad) on lyre

Jade Harley (Homestuck) on bass guitar vs Ryan Akagi (Infinity Train) on guitar

Wednesday Addams (Wednesday) on cello vs Maki Nishikino (Love Live! School Idol Project) on piano

Sally Thorn" McKnight (Scooby-Doo) on guitar vs Hunter Sylvester (Metal Lords) on electric guitar

K.K. Slider (Animal Crossing) on guitar vs Will Treaty (Ranger's Apprentice) on mandola

Edward Cullen (Twilight) on piano vs Miguel Rivera (Coco) on guitar

William the Gonagle (Discworld) on mousepipes vs Marzipan (Homestar Runner) on guitar

The Phantom of the Opera (The Phantom of the Opera) on organ vs Dr. Teeth (The Muppets) on piano

Kris (Deltarune) on piano vs "Soul King" Brook (One Piece) on piano and guitar

Manolo Sanchez (The Book of Life) on guitar vs Greg Universe (Steven Universe) on electric guitar

Ebony Dark'Ness Dementia Raven Way (My Immortal) on guitar vs Figueroth "Fig" Faeth (Dimension 20's Fantasy High) on bass guitar

Link (Legend of Zelda) on ocarina and panflute vs Max Rebo (Star Wars) on organ

Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney) on guitar vs Luka Couffaine (Miraculous Ladybug) on guitar

Melody (Crypt of the NecroDancer) on lute vs Musa (Winx Club) on all the instruments

Marcy Wu (Amphibia) on drums vs Victor Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy) on violin

*due to an unfortunate counting error, a 3rd person has been added to this matchup.

[mongrelmutt]

My books read list for 2023! For the first time I met my goal of at least one book a week!! 😁

1. "A Conspiracy of Kings" -- Megan Whalen Turner

2. "Thick as Thieves" -- Megan Whalen Turner

3. "Return of the Thief" -- Megan Whalen Turner

4. "Vatican II" -- John O'Malley

5. "The Catholic Church: A Short History" -- Hans Küng, translated by John Bowden

6. "Confessions" and "Letter to Coroticus" -- St. Patrick

7. "Through the Brazilian Wilderness" -- Theodore Roosevelt

8. "The Wind in the Willows" -- Kenneth Grahame

9. "Period: The Real Story of Menstruation" -- Kate Clancy

10. "Star Wars: Padawan" -- Kiersten White

11. "Star Wars: Master and Apprentice" -- Claudia Gray

12. "Deep Down Dark" -- Héctor Tobar

13. "The Lost World" -- Michael Crichton

14. "Provida Mater Ecclesia: Apostolic Constitution of Pope Pius XII Concerning Secular Institutes" (English translation) -- Pope Pius XII

15. "Frankenstein" -- Mary Shelley

16. "Kenobi" -- John Jackson Miller

17. "Fuzz: When Nature Breaks the Law" -- Mary Roach

18. "Trigun" and "Trigun Maximum" -- Yasuhiro Nightow

19. "Contagion of Liberty: The Politics of Smallpox in the American Revolution" -- Andrew M. Wehrman

20. "Gay and Catholic: Accepting My Sexuality, Finding Community, Living My Faith" -- Eve Tushnet

21. "The Making of Biblical Womanhood: How the Subjugation of Women Became Gospel Truth" -- Beth Allison Bar

22. "Turtles All The Way Down" -- John Green

23. "All Systems Red (Murderbot Diaries #1)" -- Martha Wells

24. "Artificial Condition (Murderbot Diaries #2)" -- Martha Wells

25. "Rogue Protocol (Murderbot Diaries #3)" -- Martha Wells

26. "Exit Strategy (Murderbot Diaries #4) -- Martha Wells

27. "Network Effect (Murderbot Diaries #5) -- Martha Wells

28. "Fugitive Telemetry (Murderbot Diaries #6) -- Martha Wells

29. "Isaac's Storm: A Man, a Time, and the Deadliest Hurricane in History" -- Erik Larson

30. "The Johnstown Flood" -- David McCullough

31. "The Last Days of the Dinosaurs: An Asteroid, Extinction, and the Beginning of Our World" -- Riley Black

32. "Beastly Brains: Exploring How Animals Think, Talk, and Feel" -- Nancy F. Castaldo

33. "The Rise and Reign of Mammals: A New History from the Shadows of the Dinosaurs to Us" -- Steve Brusatte

34. "Dog Sense: How the New Science of Dog Behavior Can Make You a Better Friend to Your Dog" -- John Bradshaw

35. "Evolution Gone Wrong: The Curious Reasons Why Our Bodies Work (or Don't)" -- Alex Bezzerides

36. "Immune: A Journey Into the Mysterious System that Keeps You Alive" -- Philipp Dettmer

37. "Catholicism and ADHD: Finding Holiness Despite Distractions" -- Alex R. Hey, PCAC

38. "The Tale of the Dueling Neurosurgeons: The History of the Human Brain as Revealed by True Stories of Trauma, Madness, and Recovery" -- Sam Kean

39. "An Immense World: How Animal Senses Reveal the Hidden Realms Around Us" -- Ed Yong

40. "Lesser Beasts: A Snout-to-Tail History of the Humble Pig" -- Mark Essig

41. "The Mind's Eye" -- Oliver Sacks

42. "Loveless" -- Alice Oseman

43. "The Monkey Trial: John Scopes and the Battle Over Teaching Evolution" -- Anita Sanchez

44. "The Great Quake: How the Biggest Earthquake in North America Changed Our Understanding of the Planet" -- Henry Fountain

45. "Kiki's Delivery Service" -- Eiko Kadono (translated by Emily Balistrieri)

46. "Origin: A Genetic History of the Americas" -- Jennifer Raff

47. "Ancillary Justice" -- Ann Leckie

48. "An Elegant Defense: The Extraordinary New Science of the Immune System: A Tale in Four Lives" -- Matt Richtel

49. "System Collapse (Murderbot Diaries #7)" -- Martha Wells

50. "Spying on Whales: The Past, Present, and Future of Earth's Most Awesome Creatures" -- Nick Pyeson

51. "Howl's Moving Castle" -- Diana Wynne Jones

52. "We Have Always Lived in the Castle" -- Shirley Jackson

53. "Sarah, Plain and Tall" and "Skylark" -- Patricia MacLachlan

54. "The Haunting of Hill House" -- Shirley Jackson

55. "All Creation Waits: The Advent Mystery of New Beginnings" -- Gayle Boss (illustrated by David G. Klein)

[the-madness-within]

𝕄𝕌𝕊𝔼 𝕀ℕ𝔽𝕆ℝ𝕄𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ

MOD CY'S MUSES:

Sanford

Hank

2BDamned / Doc / Tobi

Eremis (oc)

Sheriff

Jeb (occasionally)

MOD KATIE'S MUSES:

Deimos

Tricky

Crackpot

The Auditor

Chrono (oc)

𝐌𝐨𝐝 𝐂𝐲 ⭐️:

HANK:

Hank Wimbleton | Agender (HE/THEY/IT/ZAP) | Aromantic Asexual | Relationship status: Single 39 yrs old | June 25th | 7'1" | 315 lbs.

SANFORD:

Sanford Sanchez-Ricardo | Transgender (HE/HIM/HIS) | Bisexual (Masc. Leaning) | Relationship status: Married (Deimos) 31 yrs old | Oct. 8th | 6'2" | 195 lbs.

2BDAMNED:

Tobi Wilkerson | Cisgender (HE/HIM OR THEY/THEM) | Gay Polyam demisexual/romantic | Relationship status: Taken 35 yrs old | May 5th | 5'10" | 167 lbs.

EREMIS:

Eremis Harlow | Transmasc nonbinary (HE/THEY/XE) | Pan Demiromantic/sexual | Relationship status: Private (Taken) 29 yrs old | Sept. 29th | 5'7" | 125 lbs (underweight)

SHERIFF:

Theodore Clark (Sheriff T.) | Cisgender (HE/HIM) | Unlabeled sexuality | Relationship status: Taken (Chrono, ???) 33 yrs old | Sept. 15th | 6'0" | 197 lbs.

JEB:

Jebediah Christoff | Cisgender (HE/IT) | Gay? | Relationship status: Taken (Tricky … kinda complicated)

75 yrs old | Dec. 25th | 6’3 | 199 lbs.

--

𝐌𝐨𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞 💜:

Name: Deimos Pablo Ricardo-Sanchez Pronouns: He/They Orientation: Gay Age: 30 Partner(s): (Spouse) Sanford Sanchez-Ricardo

Name: Tricky Pronouns: It/They/Clown/He/She Orientation: Gay Age: 72 Partner(s): Jebediah Christoph

Name: Crackpot Pronouns: It/Hymn/Ze/He Orientation: Pansexual Age: 69 Partner(s): Private.

Name: The Auditor Pronouns: It/He/They Orientation: ??? Age: ??? Partner(s): ???

Name: Chrono Woodrow Pronouns: She/They Orientation: Bisexual Age: 25 Partner(s): Theodore Clark, ???

[darkartistyt]

hdmi card died, so i cant use my display tablet anymore. anyway here's a lazily done theo doodle while i try to get re-used to using a pen tablet

[gyubby99]

@disneyanddisneyships so um

My oc ships as songs 🥰

Charlotte and Edward:

Marianne and Damian:

Selene and Elizabeth:

Dalia and Aurelia:

Mallory and Dylan:

Mal and Aponi (does this count):

Mal and Vox:

Theodore and Emma:

Valencia and Eve:

Zach and Ruth:

[fragwuerdiger-episodenguide]

(013) Die drei ??? und der lachende Schatten

Klappentext

Schatten pflegen normalerweise zu schweigen. Hier aber lacht ein Schatten – schrill und furchterregend! Doch nicht nur dieser höchst ungewöhnliche Schatten bereitet Justus, Bob und Peter Kopfzerbrechen. Auf dem Landsitz der alten Miss Sanchez scheinen auch sonst recht merkwürdige Dinge vorzugehen. Was hat es zum Beispiel mit dem Gerücht auf sich, daß ganz in der Nähe ein wertvoller Indianerschatz vergraben sein soll - an einem Ort, wo kein Mann ihn finden kann ...  

Veröffentlichungshistorie

Buch (Random House): 012, 1969, William Arden, The Mystery of the Laughing Shadow Buch (Kosmos): 006, 1971, Leonore Puschert (aus dem Amerikanischen übertragen) Hörspiel (Europa): 013, 1980

⁉️ Allgemein

Handlungsort

Rocky Beach

Kategorie

Diebstahl, Schatzsuche

Figuren

Justus Jonas

Peter Shaw

Bob Andrews

Alfred Hitchcock

Professor Meeker, Sprachwissenschaftler

Skinny Norris, Lieblingsfeind der drei Fragezeichen

Mathilda Jonas

Theodor „Ted“ Sanchez

Sarah Sanchez, Großtante von Ted

Patrick (keine Sprechrolle)

Mr. Harris, Präsident des Vegetarierbundes (😈)

Mr. Morton. Chauffeur

Natches

Kommissar Reynolds

🏖 Rocky Beach Universum

Orte

„In den Bergen“

Hacienda (Landgut) von Miss Sanchez

Cambridge, England, Ted kommt dort her

Indianerkopf, Bergformation

Einrichtungen

Schrottplatz

Zentrale

(Bibliothek)

Sonstiges

Stamm der Yaqui, Ethnie aus Mexiko, haben sich am erfolgreichsten gegen Kolonialisten gewehrt

Stamm der Chumash, „primitivere Sprache“, keine Schrift, Häuptling Magnus Verde, hatten Stützpunkte in den Bergen, auch auf dem Landgut der Familie Sanchez, haben einen Goldschatz vor den Kolonialisten versteckt

🛼 Sonstiges

Lustige Dialoge

Mr. Harris: „Ich weiß nicht recht, ob unseren Freunden das Essen schmecken wird, Mrs. Sanchez und ich sind nämlich Vegetarier, wir essen nur Pflanzenkost. Ich bin Präsident des Vegetarierbundes. Mrs. Sanchez hat mich mit der Gründung des Ortsvereins von Rocky Beach unterstützt.“ Justus: „Vielen Dank Sir, aber wir haben leider keine Zeit zum Essen zu kommen, obwohl wir eine derartige Kost gern einmal ausprobieren würden.“ […] Justus: „Buärgh, Mohrrüben und das wohlmöglich zum Mittag! Da ist mir ein saftiges Steak schon lieber!“

Alfred Hitchcock: „Bob und Peter fuhren zum Haus der Vegetarier.“

*Es wird rumgerufen* Peter: „Das kommt aus dem Vegetarierhaus.“

Skinny Norris: „Man, was seid ihr Superhirne doch bescheuert." Bob: „Skinny Norris! Das ist Skinny Norris. Er hat uns eingesperrt. Lass uns sofort raus, Skinny Norris!“ Skinny Norris: „Ihr beide kommt hier nicht raus. Nur schade, dass euer Dickerchen nicht dabei ist, hehe. Das würd' mir Spaß machen, wie sich dieser fette Schlauberger abmüht, da wieder raus zukommen.“ Bob: „Wenn Justus hier wäre, würdest du dich nicht so aufspielen!“ Skinny Norris: „Ach halt die Klappe.“

Justus: „Sehen Sie doch, dieses braune Zeug und hier den roten Fleck, merken Sie was?“ Morton: „Ja … Senf und ein wenig Blut wie mir scheint.“

Phrasenschwein

Fat shaming Justus wird beleidigt

Knock-Out Bob wird auf den Kopf gehauen

🏳️‍🌈 Queer/diversity read

Shippy moments

-

Diversity, Political Correctness and Feminism

„Indianischer Künstler“

Ein dunkelhäutiger Mann mit einem Messer

Patrick der Ire

„Es sollen zwei dunkelhäutige Männer gewesen sein. Vielleicht waren es Indianer.“

Natches und Nanika, haben den FRAGWÜRDIGSTEN AKZENT!

„Indianerjungen sind klein.“

[theostrophywife]

baby, won't you be my girl?

pairing: theodore nott x reader. song inspiration: only girl by stephen sanchez. author’s note: theodore nott, the man that you are. please enjoy my favorite flirty yummy slytherin boy 🐍 part two: stop the world i wanna get off with you.

Theodore Nott was not the jealous type. 

Jealousy required emotions, which Theo found so terribly unrefined. He was a Slytherin, for Salazar’s sake. Not some hotheaded Gryffindor incapable of keeping his anger in check. But as he glared daggers at the back of some pathetic little beater who was currently flirting with you across the common room, Theo couldn’t help but feel downright murderous. 

The worst part was that he could’ve prevented all of this. If he had just manned the fuck up, Theo would’ve been the one pressed close against you, whispering his signature suggestive comments in your ear and making you smile. 

But Theo—absolute tosser that he was—didn’t realize his blunder until it was too late. 

Earlier that week, the two of you had been studying in his room. Well, you were studying. Theo, on the other hand, was smoking enough pot to sedate a hippogriff. He inhaled deeply, watching with a slight smirk on his face as you frowned into your Charms textbook. You were laying on your stomach at the edge of his bed with notes strewn all around you. The combination of your slightly unbuttoned white blouse, dangerously short black pleated skirt, and green and silver high knee socks affected him more than the drugs he was currently inhaling. 

There was something incredibly sexy about a beautiful woman laying in his bed and completely ignoring him in favor of a dusty old tome. Or maybe it was just you. To be fair, Theo found everything about you quite sexy. Even your infamous lectures regarding his drug habits, which you were due to give him in three…two…one….

You huffed indignantly, the action ruffling the feathers on your quill. “I will never understand why you voluntarily choose to put that rubbish into your body.” 

Theo shrugged, blowing a puff of smoke towards the ceiling. “It’s relaxing.” 

“What could you possibly be stressed about, Teddy?” 

He smiled at the nickname. If anyone else called him that, Theo would’ve hexed the life out of them, but he liked the way it sounded when you said it. Especially when you were a little bit annoyed at him. 

“I’ve got a lot on my shoulders, love.” He took another drag and sighed dramatically. “Being rich and handsome is incredibly tiring work.” 

You snorted. “You’re an absolute twat, you know that?” 

Theo held the blunt between his slender fingers and plopped down next to you. “A rich and handsome twat.” 

“A rich, handsome, and dead twat if you don’t get that blunt away from my textbook.” Theo smiled sheepishly before putting out the cigarette on the ashtray by his bedside table. You rolled your eyes and tapped the end of your quill against his chest. “You should really quit. That shit’s terrible for your lungs.” 

Theo turned, cocking his head at you. His watercolor eyes bored into yours as a smirk curved against his lips. “What will you give me if I do?” 

“Theodore Aurelius Nott,” you chided. Despite the blush creeping into your cheeks, you managed to keep your voice steady as you glared at the perfectly coiffed prick. “Do not make me stab you with my quill.” 

He grinned. There was nothing Theo enjoyed more than making his best friend flustered. “I’ll take a light stabbing if it means that you’ll start paying attention to me again.” You laughed at his childish pout. “What are you studying so hard for anyways?” 

“We have a Charms exam on Friday and you know how brutal Flitwick is.”

“Scheduling an exam on the same day as a quidditch game should be a crime punishable by wizarding law.” Theo complained with a groan. “A game against Gryffindor, no less.” 

“Not everything revolves around quidditch, Theo.” 

“Try telling that to Malfoy,” he said with a sigh. “The bloody git’s been running the whole team ragged. For the past three weeks, Draco’s been forcing all of us to wake up before sunrise. I’m losing my precious beauty sleep, Y/N.” 

You pouted, pinching his cheeks. “Poor Teddy bear. How will you ever recover?” 

"Smartass," Theo said with a smirk.

"Top of the class, baby." You rolled over and winked at him. "I really am that witch."

"I think I'm rubbing off on you, love."

"In your dreams, Nott."

He chuckled. "Oh, I'm definitely rubbing off on you." Theo snatched the quill out of your hands. "Enough studying. I'd rather talk about how I'm going to crush those Gryffindor brutes, which I can only do with you cheering me on from the stands."

You took the quill back, tapping its feathery edge against Theo's nose. “You know that watching all that flying makes me nauseous. Plus, I can’t even enjoy myself because I’m too worried about you taking a bludger to the head.” 

“I promise not to let anything ruin my pretty face. I know how much you enjoy the view, after all,” Theo said with a wink. “If you promise to come.” 

“I don’t know, Teddy…”

He pouted, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. “Please, Y/N. I need my good luck charm. Plus, you look cute in my jersey.” 

“My eyes are closed half of the time from sheer terror,” you pointed out. Theo watched as you fiddled with the end of your quill. “Besides, wouldn’t it be weird to wear your jersey and cheer you on?” 

Theo’s brows furrowed. “Why would it be weird?” 

“Because,” you said matter-of-factly. “Those are things a girlfriend would normally do.” 

“Well, yes, traditionally. But you’re my best friend,” Theo explained. “It’s not like that between us.” 

The minute the words came out of his mouth, Theo knew it was the wrong thing to say. You stiffened beside him, your body language turning as tense as a bowstring. 

“Right,” you said in a tight tone. “It’s definitely not like that between us.” 

“No, that’s not what I meant. I just—I mean you’re not like the other guy’s girlfriends. We’ve known each other for ages. We just don’t see each other that way.” 

Theodore Nott, idiot extraordinaire. If looks could kill, he’d be at the bottom of the Black Lake waiting to become a delicious feast for the merpeople. 

“Of course not,” you said with humorless laughter. “We’re just friends. It would be mental for anyone to think that we’d ever be in a relationship, right?” 

There was a challenge behind those words. Despite the fact that his dorm was deep within the dungeons, Theo could hear a slight ringing in his ears, like the howl of the wind as he raced past on his Nimbus, heart beating against his chest as he prepared to hurl the quaffle with all his might. Only now his target wasn’t a goal hoop.

It was you. His best friend. The girl he had been head over heels in love with since the moment you pushed Adrian Pucey into a bush at Malfoy Manor for making fun of five year old Theo’s lisp. 

He should say something, anything, but for once in his life, Theodore Nott had no witty comeback in his arsenal. Stupid, pathetic coward that he was, all he could manage was a nod. 

“Right,” he licked his lips nervously. “Just friends.” 

The disappointment in your eyes felt like a punch to the gut. Worse than when he’d broken his arm in third year. Worse than when Mattheo dragged him into a brawl with those brawny Durmstrang guys in fourth year. He would have gladly taken another meaty Bulgarian fist to the face rather than face you right now.

Theo watched helplessly as you rolled off the bed and stuffed your studying materials into your leather satchel. “Wait, Y/N. Are you leaving? I thought you wanted to study?” 

You slipped your shoes on, averting his gaze. “I do, which is why I’m gonna head to the library. I’m more focused there, anyways.” 

Theo was still utterly confused as he scrambled after you. “Let me at least walk you to—”

“That’s really not necessary,” you said, cutting him off. “I’ll see you later, Theo.” 

Theo, did not, in fact, see you later. 

If avoiding him was a sport, you would’ve won the bloody Triwizard cup. The fact that you memorized his schedule for him since he couldn’t be trusted to actually remember to show up to class probably helped. Theo didn’t realize how accustomed he had grown to having you around until you weren’t there. 

When Enzo obliviously rebuffed a Hufflepuff’s attempt to flirt with him at breakfast, Theo turned to your usual spot beside him to nudge you only to find the space empty. When Potter & Co. prattled on about whatever martyr cause they’d picked up that week, Theo found himself searching for you across the Potions classroom to share an eyeroll, but caught a glimpse of your retrieving back instead. The last straw had been when Elizabeth Burke’s portrait refused to let him into his own dorms because Theo couldn’t remember the passcode. He never had to since you always came in together.

In other words, Theo was absolutely fucking miserable. Even the team’s win against Gryffindor failed to lift his spirits. He knew that it had only been a week, but he missed you so fucking much that it actually hurt. 

The sight of you walking into the common room filled him with instant relief. For about half a second. Until he saw that you weren’t alone. 

Then, Theo had reverted back to his sulky self, choosing a shady spot amidst the raging party to drown his sorrows with a bottle of firewhisky. He had gone through at least half of the Ogden’s while chain smoking like a Hungarian Horntail. 

“Oi, what’s got your wand in a twist?” Mattheo asked while snatching the cigarette out of Theo’s mouth. He took a deep inhale and blew a puff of smoke directly into Theo’s face. “Aren’t you supposed to be celebrating our victory? Why’d you look like someone pissed in your soup?” 

“Fuck off, Riddle,” Theo muttered in response as he took back his cigarette. The smoke made the room hazy, but not enough to block you from view. 

The beater—the fucking twat—leaned in to whisper into your ear. Whatever he said made you burst into laughter, which once again filled Theo with pure, unadulterated rage. 

“Someone’s in a mood,” Enzo remarked, plopping down on the sofa beside Theo. A circle of third years hovered at the edge of their group, but as usual, Berkshire remained utterly oblivious to their presence. Bloody hell, he was even worse than Theo. 

“I bet ten galleons that Nott bashes Murdock’s head in before the end of the night,” Draco said.

“Murdock, is it?” Theo grunted. “What do we know about the prick?”

Blaise rolled his eyes. “Absolutely nothing. He’s not even worth gossiping about,” he announced dismissively while sipping his drink. Imported French wine, probably. Zabini would never partake in something as common as beer. 

Mattheo’s lips curled in amusement. “Besides the fact that he’s making a move on Theo’s girl.” 

“She’s not my girl,” Theo said defensively. 

“Really?” Malfoy drawled, raising a pale blonde brow. “So you wouldn’t mind if I asked Y/N to dance?”

“Don’t even fucking think about it, Malfoy.” 

The Slytherin boys laughed. For them, the week had been amusing as all hell. They had never seen Theo this wound up before. A few days without Y/N and their usual sassy, sarcastic mate had turned into a complete basket case. 

Pansy sighed. “For Salazar’s sake, Theo. Either man the fuck up or stand down. Y/N deserves to have a good night, too. Who she has it with is entirely up to you.” 

Pansy Parkinson was a pain in the arse, but she was also right. 

With that, Theo put his cigarette out on the ashtray and stood from his place on the sofa. It only took three strides for Theo to get to you. Four for you to startle as he casually put his arm around your shoulders. 

“There you are,” he whispered into your ear. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

You froze in place as Theo pulled you close. The scent of expensive cologne and cigarette smoke enveloped you, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. 

Under normal circumstances, you would’ve flown straight into the fire that was Theodore Nott, but tonight you were in no mood to get burned. You’ve already endured enough pain and humiliation from your last conversation. 

Just friends kept replaying over and over in your head like a broken record. You felt like an absolute pillock. For years, it felt like the two of you had been teetering towards…something. All that shameless flirting, the lingering touches, the late night conversations. You had been stupid enough to believe in the possibility that Theo felt for you what you felt for him. 

But maybe it was all in your imagination. 

“Theo,” you said, slinking out of his reach. Hurt flashed in his eyes as you faced him. “Congrats on the win. Christoph said it was a good game.” 

“It would’ve been better if you were in the stands,” Theo said softly. 

“I was busy.” 

“Yeah, I can see that,” he eyed Christoph with disdain. “Listen, can we go somewhere and talk? I haven’t seen you all week.” 

You crossed your arms. “We just got here.” 

Theo was not well pleased by your use of ‘we’ as if you and Murdock were suddenly now a thing. He barely spared the sodding prick a glance. You couldn’t actually be attracted to this prat, could you? He was all wrong for you. Murdock had a stocky beater build and short blonde cropped hair. You hated beefy guys and you were definitely not a fan of blondes. Case in point: Draco.

No, you liked tall sarcastic brunettes with messy hair and a slight nicotine addiction. 

You liked him. 

So Theo stayed put, meeting your gaze with equal intensity. There was no way in hell he was backing down. 

For good measure, he pouted slightly and fixed his eyes on you. “Please, Y/N.” 

He saw the exact moment when your resolve broke. Your expression softened and your shoulders relaxed, slumping in defeat. You sighed before turning over to Murdock. “Do you mind giving us a moment?” 

Christoph nodded. “I’ll fetch us some more drinks.” 

Theo watched him walk away, or rather, he glared at his back until Murdock was out of sight. 

“Really, Y/N?” Theo asked incredulously. “You're slumming it with that benchwarmer?” 

You wheeled towards him, eyes blazing with fire. Oh, he was truly in for it now. “First of all, I’m not ‘slumming it’ with anyone and even if I were, it’s none of your bloody business. Second of all, Christoph is actually a really nice guy.” 

Theo scoffed. “Yeah, because you’re suddenly into really nice guys now.” 

“Well maybe I got tired of hanging around pricks.” 

Ouch. That one definitely hurt. Even if it was well deserved. 

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me all week?” Theo asked, stepping closer. “You’ve been busy with Murdock?” 

Merlin’s beard, Theo was ridiculously tall. He towered a good foot over you, cornering you against the wall. His eyes were stormy and dark like a predator watching its prey. 

“Careful, Theo,” you warned, meeting his gaze. “You almost sound jealous.” 

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Neither one of you were backing down from this little standoff. Theo braced himself against the wall, his face inches away from yours. 

“What if I am?” He challenged, his eyes dipping to your mouth. “What if I told you that it’s taking every ounce of self control I have not to rip Murdock to shreds?” 

A shiver skittered down your spine. Theo wasn’t a violent person. Sure, he’d been in a fight or two, but that was mostly Mattheo’s doing. Your best friend wasn’t the aggressive type, so to hear him threaten Christoph took you by surprise. 

“You have no reason to be jealous, Theo.” You countered. “After all, we’re just friends.” 

“No, we’re not,” he said. “We’ve never been just friends, Y/N.” 

“Then why did you—”

“Because I’m an idiot and a coward,” Theo said with a sigh. “Because I had a beautiful girl in my bed and I had no idea how to tell her that I’ve been in love with her since I was five.” 

All the anger and hurt you’ve been carrying around for the past week instantly dissolved. A little smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. “You’re in love with me?” 

“I thought that much was obvious, love.” 

“Hmm,” you hummed in response. “Theodore Nott, infamous playboy and shameless flirt, is in love with me. What an interesting development.” 

Theo groaned. “Now is not the time to be a smartass, Y/N.” 

“I think it’s the perfect time—” 

You didn’t get the chance to finish your sentence. Suddenly, Theo’s lips were on yours. He tasted like peppermint and whiskey, and he kissed you like his life depended on it. You sighed into his mouth, melting against his touch as he cupped the side of your cheek. This was definitely not a just friends kiss. It was a butterfly inducing, head in the clouds, sweep you off your feet kind of kiss. 

Theo's hands snaked around your waist as your fingers found purchase in his shaggy brown hair. He pulled you flush against him like he couldn't get enough. Merlin's pants, Theo really knew how to kiss. His lips were soft against yours, but there was a roughness in his actions that told you that his restraint was hanging on by a thread.

Like he'd been waiting for this for far too long.

You knew the feeling all too well.

"Darling, if you keep kissing me like that then this party will receive a show they didn't ask for."

You stuck your tongue out at him. "You started it."

"Shall I end it too, love?"

"You're an absolute twat, Theodore Nott." You rolled your eyes, kissing the tip of his nose affectionately. “A rich, handsome twat that I'm in love with."

Somewhere across the room, the hoots and hollers of your friends ignited a deafening cheer. Mattheo and Enzo clapped Theo on the back. Blaise raised his glass in approval. Draco smirked and exchanged galleons with Pansy. You didn’t even want to know what that was about.

“Fucking finally,” Mattheo remarked. “Notty boy here has been impossible to deal with this entire week. I never noticed how much of a wanker he can be when you aren’t there to balance him out, Y/N.” 

You chuckled. “It couldn’t have been that bad.” 

Enzo grimaced. “You weren’t on the receiving end of his quaffles,” he said, eyeing Theo. “He nearly took my head off.” 

That only made you laugh more. “Teddy bear wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“No, it’s true. Nott went absolutely mental.” Draco confirmed, draping an arm around your shoulder. “I’ve never seen him play like that. He wiped the floor with those pathetic Gryffindors. You should ignore him more often, Y/N." 

Pansy wrinkled her nose. “Please don’t. Looking at his miserable face put me off my meals for an entire week. I couldn’t even bear to eat any of my special Belgian chocolates. I missed out on Belgian chocolates, Y/N!” 

“You lot are overexaggerating,” Theo said, pulling you in by the waist. “I wasn’t that bad.” 

“Please, you were an absolute mess without Y/N,” Blaise added. 

“More like an absolute wanker,” Mattheo supplied. 

“An absolute supreme mega wanker,” Draco agreed. “Even by my standards.”

“It was pretty brutal,” said Enzo. 

Theo glared at all of them before taking your hand. “Let’s go, Y/N. I’d rather not stand around and get insulted all night.” 

“Sure thing. But I should probably tell Christoph that I’m…indisposed.” 

Mattheo grinned mischievously. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about Murdock.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him. “What did you do, Riddle?” 

“I didn’t do anything,” he said innocently. “The boys and I just let him know that he should set his sights elsewhere.” 

“We also might have implied that we’d turn him into a horned bullfrog if he ever hit on you again,” Enzo said with a smile.

“The audacity he even had approaching you is frankly insulting,” Malfoy remarked. “Everyone knows you’re off limits.” He smirked. “Unfortunately.” 

Theo fell right into Draco’s bait. “Don’t hit on my girl, Malfoy.” 

Blaise raised an amused brow. “Oh, she’s your girl now, is she?

“Of course she is,” Theo said. He linked his fingers with yours and flashed those pretty eyes at you. The perfect mixture of blue and green, just like the ocean during a storm. “If she’ll have me.” 

You smiled, wide and bright. “Come on, Teddy. Your girl wants to dance.” 

[gothwives]

i have no business starting new threads with the amount of drafts i have but.... i need more dark/horror based things so consider this a starter call for that. available muses are listed under the cut but feel free to request someone else off my full muse list!!

jonah darke (b.ill s.karsgard)- he/him, 24, guitarist/graffiti artist

arwyn darke (s.ophie t.hatcher)- she/they, 21, documentarian

buffy bloom (m.ia g.oth)- she/her, 26, adult film star

esme cortez (a.lexa d.emie)- she/her, 28, man eating demon/exotic dancer/nail tech

frenchie horowitz (r.achel s.ennott)- she/her, 25, escort/podcast host

lux laurie (m.ia g.oth)- she/her, 27, socialite/heiress/psychopath

juniper sanchez (a.ubrey p.laza)- she/her, 38, surgeon

yvonne lopez (l.izeth s.elene)- they/them, 24, drummer/satanist

marnie babbitt (t.aylor r.ussell)- she/they, 27, doppelgänger/taxidermist 

julian “jules” hicks (t.imothee c.halamet)- he/him, 25, bassist/record shop employee

juliette jackson (a.lisha b.oe)- she/her, 25, witch/apothecary owner

theodore “teddy” bianchi (a.dam d.imarco)- he/him, 30, english teacher

eden rockwell (l.aura h.arrier)- she/her, 30, investigative reporter

ash goldmann (f.red h.echinger)- he/him, 22, pizza delivery guy

devyn de silva (j.enna o.rtega)- she/her, 20, student/thief 

blossom pines (z.oe c.olletti)- she/her, 20, camp counselor/babysitter

[stlhandyman]

Supreme Court, U.S FILED In The OCT 2 2022 Supreme Court ofthe United States  RALAND J BRUNSON, Petitioner,

Named persons in their capacities as United States House Representatives: ALMA S. ADAMS; PETE AGUILAR; COLIN Z. ALLRED; MARK E. AMODEI; KELLY ARMSTRONG; JAKE AUCHINCLOSS; CYNTHIA AXNE; DON BACON; TROY BALDERSON; ANDY BARR; NANETTE DIAZ BARRAGAN; KAREN BASS; JOYCE BEATTY; AMI BERA; DONALD S. BEYER JR.; GUS M. ILIRAKIS; SANFORD D. BISHOP JR.; EARL BLUMENAUER; LISA BLUNT ROCHESTER; SUZANNE BONAMICI; CAROLYN BOURDEAUX; JAMAAL BOWMAN; BRENDAN F. BOYLE; KEVIN BRADY; ANTHONY G. BROWN; JULIA BROWNLEY; VERN BUCHANAN; KEN BUCK; LARRY BUCSHON; CORI BUSH; CHERI BUSTOS; G. K. BUTTERFIELD; SALUD 0. CARBAJAL; TONY CARDENAS; ANDRE CARSON; MATT CARTWRIGHT; ED CASE; SEAN CASTEN; KATHY CASTOR; JOAQUIN CASTRO; LIZ CHENEY; JUDY CHU; DAVID N. CICILLINE; KATHERINE M. CLARK; YVETTE D. CLARKE; EMANUEL CLEAVER; JAMES E. CLYBURN; STEVE COHEN; JAMES COMER; GERALD E. CONNOLLY; JIM COOPER; J. LUIS CORREA; JIM COSTA; JOE COURTNEY; ANGIE CRAIG; DAN CRENSHAW; CHARLIE CRIST; JASON CROW; HENRY CUELLAR; JOHN R. CURTIS; SHARICE DAVIDS; DANNY K. DAVIS; RODNEY DAVIS; MADELEINE DEAN; PETER A. DEFAZIO; DIANA DEGETTE; ROSAL DELAURO; SUZAN K. DELBENE; Ill ANTONIO DELGADO; VAL BUTLER DEMINGS; MARK DESAULNIER; THEODORE E. DEUTCH; DEBBIE DINGELL; LLOYD DOGGETT; MICHAEL F. DOYLE; TOM EMMER; VERONICA ESCOBAR; ANNA G. ESHOO; ADRIANO ESPAILLAT; DWIGHT EVANS; RANDY FEENSTRA; A. DREW FERGUSON IV; BRIAN K. FITZPATRICK; LIZZIE LETCHER; JEFF FORTENBERRY; BILL FOSTER; LOIS FRANKEL; MARCIA L. FUDGE; MIKE GALLAGHER; RUBEN GALLEGO; JOHN GARAMENDI; ANDREW R. GARBARINO; SYLVIA R. GARCIA; JESUS G. GARCIA; JARED F. GOLDEN; JIMMY GOMEZ; TONY GONZALES; ANTHONY GONZALEZ; VICENTE GONZALEZ; JOSH GOTTHEIMER; KAY GRANGER; AL GREEN; RAUL M. GRIJALVA; GLENN GROTHMAN; BRETT GUTHRIE; DEBRA A. HAALAND; JOSH HARDER; ALCEE L. HASTINGS; JAHANA HAYES; JAIME HERRERA BEUTLER; BRIAN HIGGINS; J. FRENCH HILL; JAMES A. HIMES; ASHLEY HINSON; TREY HOLLINGSWORTH; STEVEN HORSFORD; CHRISSY HOULAHAN; STENY H. HOYER; JARED HUFFMAN; BILL HUIZENGA; SHEILA JACKSON LEE; SARA JACOBS; PRAMILA JAYAPAL; HAKEEM S. JEFFRIES; DUSTY JOHNSON; EDDIE BERNICE JOHNSON; HENRY C. JOHNSON JR.; MONDAIRE JONES; DAVID P. JOYCE; KAIALPI KAHELE; MARCY KAPTUR; JOHN KATKO; WILLIAM R. KEATING; RO KHANNA; DANIEL T. KILDEE; DEREK KILMER; ANDY KIM; YOUNG KIM; RON KIND; ADAM KINZINGER; ANN KIRKPATRICK; RAJA KRISHNAMOORTHI; ANN M. KUSTER; DARIN LAHOOD; CONOR LAMB; JAMES R. LANGEVIN; RICK LARSEN; JOHN B. LARSON; ROBERT E. LATTA; JAKE LATURNER; BRENDA L. LAWRENCE; AL LAWSON JR.; BARBARA LEE; SUSIE LEE; TERESA LEGER FERNANDEZ; ANDY LEVIN; MIKE LEVIN; TED LIEU; IV ZOE LOFGREN; ALAN S.LOWENTHAL; ELAINE G. LURIA; STEPHEN F. LYNCH; NANCY MACE; TOM MALINOWSKI; CAROLYN B. MALONEY; SEAN PATRICK MALONEY; KATHY E. MANNING; THOMAS MASSIE; DORIS 0. MATSUI; LUCY MCBATH; MICHAEL T. MCCAUL; TOM MCCLINTOCK; BETTY MCCOLLUM; A. ADONALD MCEACHIN; JAMES P. MCGOVERN; PATRICK T. MCHENRY; DAVID B. MCKINLEY; JERRY MCNERNEY; GREGORY W. MEEKS; PETER MEIJER; GRACE MENG; KWEISI MFUME; MARIANNETTE MILLER-MEEKS; JOHN R. MOOLENAAR; BLAKE D. MOORE; GWEN MOORE; JOSEPH D. MORELLE; SETH MOULTON; FRANK J. MRVAN; STEPHANIE N. MURPHY; JERROLD NADLER; GRACE F. NAPOLITANO; RICHARD E. NEAL; JOE NEGUSE; DAN NEWHOUSE; MARIE NEWMAN; DONALD NORCROSS; ALEXANDRIA OCASIO-CORTEZ; TOM O'HALLERAN; ILHAN OMAR; FRANK PALLONE JR.; JIMMY PANETTA; CHRIS PAPPAS; BILL PASCRELL JR.; DONALD M. PAYNE JR.; NANCY PELOSI; ED PERLMUTTER; SCOTT H. PETERS; DEAN PHILLIPS; CHELLIE PINGREE; MARK POCAN; KATIE PORTER; AYANNA PRESSLEY; DAVID E. PRICE; MIKE QUIGLEY; JAMIE RASKIN; TOM REED; KATHLEEN M. RICE; CATHY MCMORRIS RODGERS; DEBORAH K. ROSS; CHIP ROY; LUCILLE ROYBAL-ALLARD; RAUL RUIZ; C. A. DUTCH RUPPERSBERGER; BOBBY L. RUSH; TIM RYAN; LINDA T. SANCHEZ; JOHN P. SARBANES; MARY GAY SCANLON; JANICE D. SCHAKOWSKY; ADAM B. SCHIFF; BRADLEY SCOTT SCHNEIDER; KURT SCHRADER; KIM SCHRIER; AUSTIN SCOTT; DAVID SCOTT; ROBERT C. SCOTT; TERRI A. SEWELL; BRAD SHERMAN; MIKIE SHERRILL; MICHAEL K. SIMPSON; ALBIO SIRES; ELISSA SLOTKIN; ADAM SMITH; CHRISTOPHER H. V SMITH; DARREN SOTO; ABIGAIL DAVIS SPANBERGER; VICTORIA SPARTZ; JACKIE SPEIER; GREG STANTON; PETE STAUBER; MICHELLE STEEL; BRYAN STEIL; HALEY M. STEVENS; STEVE STIVERS; MARILYN STRICKLAND; THOMAS R. SUOZZI; ERIC SWALWELL; MARK TAKANO; VAN TAYLOR; BENNIE G. THOMPSON; MIKE THOMPSON; DINA TITUS; RASHIDA TLAIB; PAUL TONKO; NORMA J. TORRES; RITCHIE TORRES; LORI TRAHAN; DAVID J. TRONE; MICHAEL R. TURNER; LAUREN UNDERWOOD; FRED UPTON; JUAN VARGAS; MARC A. VEASEY; FILEMON VELA; NYDIA M. VELAZQUEZ; ANN WAGNER; MICHAEL WALTZ; DEBBIE WASSERMAN SCHULTZ; MAXINE WATERS; BONNIE WATSON COLEMAN; PETER WELCH; BRAD R. WENSTRUP; BRUCE WESTERMAN; JENNIFER WEXTON; SUSAN WILD; NIKEMA WILLIAMS; FREDERICA S. WILSON; STEVE WOMACK; JOHN A. YARMUTH; DON YOUNG; the following persons named are for their capacities as U.S. Senators; TAMMY BALDWIN; JOHN BARRASSO; MICHAEL F. BENNET; MARSHA BLACKBURN; RICHARD BLUMENTHAL; ROY BLUNT; CORY A. BOOKER; JOHN BOOZMAN; MIKE BRAUN; SHERROD BROWN; RICHARD BURR; MARIA CANTWELL; SHELLEY CAPITO; BENJAMIN L. CARDIN; THOMAS R. CARPER; ROBERT P. CASEY JR.; BILL CASSIDY; SUSAN M. COLLINS; CHRISTOPHER A. COONS; JOHN CORNYN; CATHERINE CORTEZ MASTO; TOM COTTON; KEVIN CRAMER; MIKE CRAPO; STEVE DAINES; TAMMY DUCKWORTH; RICHARD J. DURBIN; JONI ERNST; DIANNE FEINSTEIN; DEB FISCHER; KIRSTEN E. GILLIBRAND; LINDSEY GRAHAM; CHUCK GRASSLEY; BILL HAGERTY; MAGGIE HASSAN; MARTIN HEINRICH; JOHN HICKENLOOPER; MAZIE HIRONO; JOHN HOEVEN; JAMES INHOFE; RON VI JOHNSON; TIM KAINE; MARK KELLY; ANGUS S. KING, JR.; AMY KLOBUCHAR; JAMES LANKFORD; PATRICK LEAHY; MIKE LEE; BEN LUJAN; CYNTHIA M. LUMMIS; JOE MANCHIN III; EDWARD J. MARKEY; MITCH MCCONNELL; ROBERT MENENDEZ; JEFF MERKLEY; JERRY MORAN; LISA MURKOWSKI; CHRISTOPHER MURPHY; PATTY MURRAY; JON OSSOFF; ALEX PADILLA; RAND PAUL; GARY C. PETERS; ROB PORTMAN; JACK REED; JAMES E. RISCH; MITT ROMNEY; JACKY ROSEN; MIKE ROUNDS; MARCO RUBIO; BERNARD SANDERS; BEN SASSE; BRIAN SCHATZ; CHARLES E. SCHUMER; RICK SCOTT; TIM SCOTT; JEANNE SHAHEEN; RICHARD C. SHELBY; KYRSTEN SINEMA; TINA SMITH; DEBBIE STABENOW; DAN SULLIVAN; JON TESTER; JOHN THUNE; THOM TILLIS; PATRICK J. TOOMEY; HOLLEN VAN; MARK R. WARNER; RAPHAEL G. WARNOCK; ELIZABETH WARREN; SHELDON WHITEHOUSE; ROGER F. WICKER; RON WYDEN; TODD YOUNG; JOSEPH ROBINETTE BIDEN JR in his capacity of President of the United States; MICHAEL RICHARD PENCE in his capacity as former Vice President of the United States, and KAMALA HARRIS in her capacity as Vice President of the United States and JOHN and JANE DOES 1-100.  

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