#we have Pixie Skye

[beanofspace]

I do draw art yiss, i just recently been motivated by glass.

ANYWAY-!

Thems two characters belong to @chibichiibs (the blue jar with the pixie dragon) and @blackkittensketches (Literally Black in a pool of strawberry milk)

I lasted for a good few hours.

AND I WILL MAKE MORE, MORE JARS-

M O R E

lookie!

Rainbow!

U W A A A H

Beautiful uwu

Back to the grave i go-

[brokenhardies]

Monster

Skye is an average 16 year old girl. She likes art, animals and being in nature. Well, she has to like the last one, because she's lived in a jungle environment for as long as she can remember. A jungle environment with strange, sentence-repeating people that couldn't see her. And that's where Skye becomes a bit more than average.

Skye had been used to this for the first couple of days or weeks that she was there. But recently, she's become desperate for actual communication and interaction with people. Well, people who aren't just her talking to her reflection. Enter a group of strange travellers... All of which can see Skye.

Skye's world is about to change quite rapidly. Finding out that she's not only supposed to be a sentence-repeating NPC in a video game, but that she's an anomaly in the game's programming is the least of Skye's problems.

Now, along with the group of teenagers in adult bodies, Skye must help them navigate Jumanji to defeat Van Pelt, get the Jaguar's Eye, and leave the game. To make things even sweeter, the gruff jock-turned-zoologist starts to take a shine to Skye...

Taglist

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[unsolvedrubixscube]

Don’t Let Me Get Me

AO3

At long last Sasha Waybright, ex-child star, has complete control of her brand and free to do what she really wants, becoming a rock star.

To bad the media, her mother, and every record company in existence thinks she's insane and investing in her economic suicide.

She'll just have to pull off her first album herself or die trying.

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 Sasha throws open the doors of the green room, hurries past a group of interns munching on stale donuts and old coffee, and rushes to the door that had the glowing On Air sign above it.

 “There you are!” cries a woman in shoulder pads and too much makeup, the brains and brawn behind the incredibly popular, if not bland, morning talk show, Morning with Melody.    

“We go live in two!” the show director hisses clutching her clipboard with two-inch acrylic nails.

 “So, talk about your sponsors some more,” Sasha says tugging down her scarf so a lady could apply makeup to her face. “There was ice, no one here knows how to drive.”

 The show director mutters something about how Mrs. Waybright was always punctual but barks orders into her headset giving Sasha time to pull off her scarf, gloves, and puffer coat. Out on the stage, Melody prattles on about their sponsor, a water filter that extends your lifespan.

 After the appropriate amount of product placement and intro music Melody gestures to stage right and says, “Please welcome our special guest, Sasha Waybright, better known for her role as Skye on Staying Popular!”      

 This is followed by a round of applause from the live audience as Sasha strides on stage.

 Sasha shakes hands with Melody, a generic white lady in her early 30s who already had a bit of unnatural stiffness in the corner of her eyes due to Botox, a huge genuine smile on her own face.

 “Oh, your hat,” Melody says gesturing to her own head.

 “Whoops, right, thanks,” Sasha says leaning into the fake causal small talk viewers seemed to love, “the weather made me late. You know how it is.”

 “I know, all snow and ice ugh.”

 “Terrifying,” Sasha says.

 “Dreadful,” Melody agrees.

 Sasha pulls her beanie off revealing a very much not girl-next-door pixie cut dyed a bright hot pink and half a dozen new ear piercings. Melody simply stares at her for half a second. Someone in the audience coughs.

 Cutting and dying your hair doesn’t quite have the same shock value it did twenty years ago but being Gisney’s live action golden child of ten years with no public meltdowns, no drugs scandals, and no international fiascos every little bit of rebellion stood out in stark contrast.

 “I see you’ve cut your hair,” Melody ventures.

 “Oh, yes!” Sasha says as if she had just remembered what her own head looked like, “It was just so much work styling it every day. Such a pain. I love my new style! Don’t you?”

 “It’s very bold,” Melody says noncommittally before taking back control of the interview. “Now you said you had a big announcement regarding the direction you plan on taking your career! We’ve hardly seen you after the final season of    Staying Popular. Your fans are dying to know when Skye will be back on screen.”

 The audience cheers, some of them wave signs that read Bring Back Skye.  

 “Aww,” Sasha cooes at the audience, “Thank you guys so much for your support. Staying Popular would have never made it past day one if it wasn't for all of you.”

 Another round of cheers mixed in with screams. Damn, Sasha was going to miss the raw support if nothing else from show biz. Melody waits for the crowd to quiet down before continuing.

 “Rumors have been circulating about your mother lining you up to move onto Hollywood. If only we all could be that lucky. While others say you’ve been pushing for your music career. That’s got to be stressful, has that played into your hiatus at all?”

 “Well Melody, I’ve got to be honest. You see the reason I’ve been out of the limelight is because I’ve been working out the legal details with my ex-manager.”

 “You mean your mother, Kristina Waybright?” Melody asks, leaning forward, smelling blood in the water.

 “Yes,” Sasha puts a hand on her chest, “I greatly appreciate everything she’s done for me over these past ten years, but I need to spread my wings and fly, sing my own song, you know?” While she talked Sasha casually unzips her jacket. “I’m sorry to say that the chapter of my life that involved Skye and     Staying Popular is over.”

 There was a round of sympathetic and disappointed sounds from the audience but after two years with no signs of the show returning, they should have gotten the memo. Sasha pulls flaps of her jacket apart exposing her T-shirt underneath.

 “In fact, I’m now officially an independent artist. My time working with Gisney is over. So, I can finally say this.”

 Sasha stops holding back her smile and stands showing off her shirt. It’s a custom T made specifically for this interview. The whole thing is colored like a gay pride flag with two same-sex pairing stick figures on the bottom making out, and in case that wasn’t obvious enough above them white letters read      The World Has Bigger Problems Than Girls That Kiss Girls and Boys That Kiss Boys. You know, just to piss off the good Christian demographic.

 “The industry can eat my entire ass.”  

 Sasha double flips off the cameras right as the show director scream Go to commercial! and sprints off the set.

 Sasha cackles, straight up cackles, in the car as they drive away from the studio.

 “And then, and then, you could  feel when Melody saw the shirt!” she dissolves into a fit of giggles, “God, I can’t wait to see their faces on social! Whooo!” Sasha pumps her fist, “Oh my god that was  amazing! Where is the champagne? I need to celebrate.”

 She rummages around in the jeep’s icebox looking for something alcoholic.

 “Not here,” Grime, her driver, a five-foot-six ex-navy seal built like a brick house, rumbles from the front seat.

 “What! Rude, Grimesy, just rude,” Sasha says leaning back in her seat. “I’m twenty-one you know, I can have alcohol now, legally. And it’s not like I haven’t before.”

 “You are barely twenty-one and it’s not even ten,” Grime replies, “No drinking before five.”

 Sasha slumps down further. “Buzzkill.”

 “It’s literally why you pay me.”

 Sasha grunts and then sits up looking out the windows.

 “Wait, where are we going?”

 Grime pulls into the drive-through line of one of those cheap fast-food chains she’d never been allowed to go to.

 “Want some ice cream?” Grime barely gets the words out.

 “Yes!”

 Sasha gets a shake with as many pieces of candy in it she can order.

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Forging Ties - Chapter 37 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Hamish had gone to help out with construction of what he had already begun calling Magic Town The Second and had soon found himself trailed by a small group of mages who barely knew which end of a hammer to hold but who were very eager to please.

These were some of the first freed mages who had been sent to them.

When he finally managed to get one of them to speak more than a few words, she told him that they had been factory workers.

They'd barely even been outside before.

They didn't end up getting much work done even though the mages tried their best but it was time well spent anyway.

There was something truly magical about watching a group of people admire a butterfly for the first time.

To them, it was no less magnificent than the many pixies who inhabited the nearby trees.

Hamish had absolutely no regrets about the adventure he'd gone on but now that they were back, he wasn't itching to go on another.

There was so much to discover and appreciate right here.

Maybe that would change over months or years but for now, Hamish was content.

As the sun began to set and work finished up for the day, Hamish wandered down to where a big pot of stew was being cooked up for all of them and gathered up the food scraps into a bucket.

He had another friend to pay a visit to.

On the way back onto the ship, he passed Perry coming off, pushing his belongings on a cart with the help of the robot.

"Oh, hello," Perry said when he saw Hamish.

"Have you come to see Cookie? I think she's the only one still on board right now. I saw her in the corner of the store room when I was getting the last of my things together."

"That's the plan," Hamish said.

"Somehow I knew she would still be here, so either I'm arrogant and coincidentally correct or Kit's up for a conversation. Are you staying at The Spire, then?"

"I am," Perry's bony face didn't translate into a smile all that well but Hamish could hear it in his voice.

"I talked to Yore and he helped get me an audience with Libby and she's offered me a job in the Spire library preserving and making copies of books. There's even a room up there that I can stay in. Libby says it isn't much more than a closet with a bed on the floor but what else do I need, really?"

"You'll have to come down and visit us sometimes. We're still mostly living in tents but there are plenty of nice spots to sit and have a chat."

"I'll be sure to," Perry said.

"I'd still like to make my own records and writings. In a place like this, I'll never run out of interesting people to talk to. I hope Skye will still be willing to share his story with me. It's only become more interesting with Nim's involvement."

"He's a bit distracted with riding bears and being a courier but he seems to like you. I'm sure he'll find some time for you once he settles in."

"Hopefully," Perry said.

"Anyway, I best get these things over to The Spire. Everett's leant me his robot to help get everything up to the library but I don't want to take up too much of its time. It has a lot of duties to attend to on the ship."

"Good luck. I hope you don't have too many stairs to walk up."

Perry laughed.

"I suppose I'll find out."

Hamish picked his bucket up and headed below deck.

When he entered the storeroom, it took him a moment to spot Cookie.

She was laying on top of a large, wooden crate, tucked snuggly into a dark corner.

Hamish placed the bucket on the ground and Cookie oozed herself off the crate.

She bumbled over to the bucket, shoved one hand deep into it and pulled out a fistful of slop which she fed into her mouth.

Hamish made a face.

"Is this why you're always sticky?"

"No," Kit said as they appeared out of nowhere.

"Cookie's very clean."

"I'm not sure I believe that."

Kit shrugged.

"Believe what you want."

"So, are you planning on staying with the ship, then?"

"For now. It's an easy way to get to places that are normally difficult to get to."

"And we want to make sure the ship gets past the sea monster again even without Skye here," another voice cut in without warning, making Hamish jump.

A teenager girl with long, straight black hair and dark, almond shaped eyes sat on the edge of the crate, swinging her legs.

"Izzy, I assume?" Hamish asked.

She nodded, a hint of a smile on her lips.

"Nice to finally meet you."

Izzy's smile broadened.

"What, you don't count me sitting on a bed with you in panther form in a dream as meeting? Tch. It's all the same to me."

"If you say so," Hamish said.

"So, should I expect you back or is this just goodbye forever?"

"You think we plan that far ahead?" Kit asked.

"Maybe you'll see us next week or five years from now or never again. Who knows. We go where the wind blows."

"More literally than usual in this case, what with the sails on the ship and all," Izzy commented.

"But Kit's right. Who knows?"

"Well, I hope I see you again soon," Hamish said.

"I liked having you along on our adventure."

"Hmm, well, the feeling's not mutual," Kit commented.

"We read the thoughts of everyone around us all of the time, see through their eyes. We see some shit and we're used to that but fucking hell, Hamish. You're a visual thinker and I hate it."

Hamish stifled a laugh.

"Ah. Sorry about that."

"No you're fucking not."

"You're right, I'm not," Hamish admitted.

"Well, I hope I see you again but if I don't, it's been good. I know we have our banter but I appreciate you. Both of you and Cookie and just... everything you are."

"Ugh, sentimentality."

"We appreciate you too, Hamish," Izzy said.

Kit shot her a look.

"Look at us becoming two different people with wildly different opinions again. Good, bad, I don't know but it's something I now have to deal with like an individual. Very annoying."

"We don't have to. Nobody's making us."

Kit took a long, slow breath in and then heaved out a sigh.

"You stopped shifting once we were at the cabin. You didn't want to be a person anymore. Afterwards, when we became this hideous lump of flesh, at least we were together. You couldn't fucking leave me then, huh?"

"It was never about leaving you."

"Obviously I know that. I even knew it back then. But it's still what happened."

"I know. And I know how you feel about it. How you felt."

"Maybe that's the problem. There's not a single thing we don't know about one another anymore but that doesn't really feel like a resolution, so then we end up having an argument in front of this weirdo pervert."

Hamish held his hands out.

"What does me being a weirdo pervert have to do with any of this?" Kit shrugged.

"Nothing but you are one."

"That's fair, I guess," Hamish said.

"It seems like you two have a lot to talk about, anyway. I should probably get back to the others."

"Yeah, this is honestly an extremely energy inefficient way to work out our issues and also we could be anywhere we can imagine and I can imagine way better places than the storeroom of a ship," Izzy said.

"We'll see you around, Hamish."

"I hope so," Hamish said as Kit and Izzy blinked out of existence.

Cookie had her head stuck in the slop bucket and was wandering around, walking into walls.

Hamish almost tried to help her get it off but then he remembered that she didn't have eyes for a bucket to blind and did have hands of her own, so everything that she was doing was a choice.

An odd one but a choice all the same.

When Hamish made his way back up from the dock, he found that people had begun to gather around the bonfire in preparation for the evening meal.

[edamame-bean-yo]

Trip to Skye: Part 6

After the lengthy explanation on the clan’s history Sheila has an epiphany “hey pop since I fixed the spiritual chain or whatev what if I can split the crown doohickey from the shell and return it to nict-neven?” Sheila excitedly said as Kerry thought on it. “okay buh we’re going tah need a plan an we might also have to go through *Elfame tah get it back also it’s Nicnevin”. So Sheila and Kerry spent the whole day trying to plan how in the realms they were going to get this done as well as getting plan appropriate outfits ie all black.

“So yer uncle because he messed wit tha queen he disappeared wit tha crown/shell amalgam” Kerry scaffolded “so are we gonna be dong an Elfame, heist-style-search-and-rescue?” Sheila said excitedly “I guess so wow ma *wee yin you look a bit too excited for this”. Sheila looked daggers at her dad “pop. Australia is boring most days this trip has been the most exciting thing in my life so far *true blue” Kerry smiles gently at his daughter. “So did uncle Dick get trapped too?” her dad nodded “yep that *eejit when he stole and merged the shell wit tha crown both got sucked into Elfhame so if we find him we should find the crown”.

Once night falls both Sheila and Kerry boat to the castle and they go back to where Sheila got morphed but before they get to the pool Kerry knocks his cane three times against an adjacent wall and a tunnel opens up. this pathway leads alongside the drop of the pool and follows it until a light sines ahead. before they go any further Sheila stops in her tracks “wait are you sure we will be safe? cause I know some faeries are dangerous” she says with concern. “ a sheòid we will be fine cus they will recognise the fae in us do nae fuss yersel lass I used to visit don here asa barin an they did nae give me no trouble”. 

As Kerry said they were mostly ignored from the native scottish fae if anything they got shocked stares from humans that got trapped in Elfhame and soon they came to a small village of seelie pixies. “Shelia ya need tah keep silent till I have done what I need when tings are done I’ll let ya know”. Kerry walked up to the village’s centre and knocked his cane thrice against the ground and loudly proclaimed “okay I require the whereabouts of a McLoch any of yous ken where e is?”. It took a minute or two before a single pixie spoke up “yeah I know where a McLoch is what is it to you and what can I get out of it?” The pixie stood there in a defensive stance “I can offer ya some mortal realm food called a Tim-Tam” Kerry said as he gave the pixie a single Tim-Tam cookie that had been removed from the plastic packaging and put into a small paper bag. “You have a deal mortal” the pixie said with a smile as they jumped up to grab the bag then like cookie monster made a mess as they ate the Tim-Tam and the bag too. 

Once the pixie had finished they quietly gestured for Kerry and Sheila to walk with them and they came towards a building that had seemingly been carved into the hills nearby. “okay mortals this is the museum/ mortal prison yer McLoch should be in here now the cont..” Kerry stopped the Pixie mid-sentence “this was nae contract it was a one time event an ya services will not be needed further seelie”  the pixie looked disapointed “poo you looked like such Gwoks too you know your fair work” Kerry nodded in acknowledgement  as Sheila looked at her dad in suprise as the pixie scampered off then Kerry looked at Sheila to say it’s done.

“Okay pop what on earth was that?” Sheila exclaimed in disbelief “I know how tha fair folk work I came here a lot as a wee barin an heard stories bout what they are like so I made sure to not say our names, not say tank you an not to end up unintentionally putting us inta a lifelong fae contract”. Sheila had to stand and think for a sec then nodded with understanding “So uncle Dick should be in there?” Kerry smiled at Sheila as she said that and they went to explore the museam.

they looked for nearly half an hour and they couldn’t find Robert. “Pop he ain’t here!” Sheila said as she flopped onto the floor but then a mortal in an exhibit tapped on the glass “hey girly are you and your dad ok?” the man looked like he had been trapped since the 50s. “We’re just trying tah find my brother Robert he stole something from Nicnevin years ago” Kerry explained to the man “oh wait bobby Lochy? he was in here for a while but he got taken to the castle slammer to keep a closer eye on him and try to fix that crown thing”. As soon as Kerry heard that name his face lit up with recognition “okay tank you fellow mortal i hope they are treatin’ ya ok” the man nodded “yeah the food ain’t like ma’s but it’s ok”.

As soon as Kerry and Sheila left the museum place and before they stepped out of the museum/dungeon a rumbling could be heard from underground and suddenly a huge snake tunneled through the ground infront of them and away to the distance.

"Crikey pa what was that? It looked like a flipping Mulga!" Sheila said quite taken aback. "Tha barin was a beithir an our ticket ta the castle" Kerry said as he climbed into the tunnel.

The two of them walked carefully and quietly not to disturb the structure of the tunnel and to not get soaked and go mermaid.

After a long trek they appeared just outside the castle's moat and were able to sneak into the dungeon of the royal seelie castle.

After looking for a good while Sheila and Kerry found a cell that oddly enough looked like it combined with some sort of lab. Relaxing in the corner of said lab/cell was none other than Robert. “Well look who snuck his way in here little kerry the cowerd” Robert said with venom in his words. “Robert tas been 50 years I know our family pissed you off but you need to get over it and let Sheila bring back the crown”. Robert sneered and looked at Sheila “Are you suppose to be me neice then ay?” Robert looked Kerry in the eye “wha’s so special about ‘er then?”. Sheila puffed up her chest and stood in her most intimidating pose “I done unlocked the mermaid gene! I went full H2O!”. “what does that mean yah blethering child?” Robert said with distain. “It’s an ol mermaid show from round 2000 anyway you need to come back home and we need to return tha crown”.

Robert shook his head forlornly “canne do that the shell that got fused is stuck ya ken?”. Sheila tapped her dad’s arm with the back of her hand “pa! use your computer stick we can try soundwaves to break the shell we need to find the right frequency!” Kerry nodded his head and pressed a button which extended a small screen from the side of his cane. Kerry and Sheila then proceeded to fidget and fiddle with settings and a multitude of other things trying at leas 20 different sound frequencies and once they found the right one the sound not only shattered the paua shell bit the glass of the stand it was on and rang through out the whole castle.

(breaking Paua shell with sound waves from Kerry’s computer)

After the horrible din from the cell a multitude of fae guards and alchemists rushed in to see the shell now shattered and the crown now free. Great shouts of celebration filled the halls as the three humans were escorted to the throne room of Nicnevin. Kerry and Robert (with great strain on Robert’s part) gave back the crown to the great fae queen. “On me brother an the rest of me clan’s behalf we ask forgiveness for the transgression against ya”. Nicnevin looked upon the three of them with a calculated gaze “as the transgression is now put right your whole clan now has their selkie DNA unlocked and you three are free to go”. With a wave of her hand a faint string popped in Robert and Kerry and with that they bowed in gratitude.

As Kerry and Sheila were leaving with a very disgruntled Robert in tow Nicnevin came up to Sheila. “wee barin to thank ye for returning me crown an getting rid of yer lavvy heid of an uncle and for what you have done for us yer necklace is now a help beacon for yer clan here in Elfhame ”. Before Robert was dragged into the cave he let out one last insult with a cocky grin “ey queenie ye got a face lit a melted welly!” and Nicnevin replied with “oh oan yer trolley ya fucking weapon!”.

And as the three of them come out of the tunnel reaching the mortal world again Kerry takes out his phone and promptly calls his parents to instantly hand the phone to Robert and get them to keep an eye on him and probably give him an earful for his actions.

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The trip back to Canberra compared to the whole holiday was uneventful the food was good and no huge hassle with luggage claim. “I'll go get yo some snacks while we wait for the bags an the jo maxi” Sharon Sheila’s mum said as she went to a vending machine.

Once the family gets home from their trip Sheila notices a flyer in the mailbox advertising the Bean Army needing people to man their proxy army in Australia. “Pop have a look at this!” Sheila says as she shows her dad the flyer and the next day Sheila, Kerry along with Sheila’s best friend Sezi and her boyfriend Alexis all went to sign up and the rest is history.

(Elfame= Scottish fairyland, wee yin= little one, Nicnevin= Scottish fairy queen, true blue= honestly, eejit= idiot,  a sheòid= my little hero/warrior, barin= child, do nae fuss yersel= don’t worry, Gwok= idiots or simpletons, Therynad = meaningless I made it up, lavvy heid= toilet head or S**t head, ye got a face lit a melted welly= you’re ugly, oan yer trolley ya f***ing weapon= get out of here you dangerous idiot, jo maxi= taxi, crikey= aussie term of exclamation, mulga= species of snake in Australia)

[ivy-kissobryos]

Fairies and Second Sight

Gaining second sight could depend upon nothing more than the time of your birth. A Lincolnshire woman told one folklorist that she had been born at twilight and could see things that other people couldn’t. However, it also meant that she hesitated to go out at twilight, because she often saw things that terrified her. Being in the right place, at the right time, might also be significant.

In one Scottish case, a child left asleep upon a fairy knoll came away from the spot endowed with the second sight. Whether this was a matter of the place alone, or the result of an intervention by the sith folk because they had chosen to favour the infant, we cannot tell.

It seems that the second sight may also be obtained through faery food. Cromek recorded that a person invited inside a fairy hill to feast with the inhabitants went away afterwards with the second sight, implying that consuming the food itself – or perhaps the proximity to the fairies during the meal – could have been the source. If it was the food, this will of course be in stark contrast to the usual outcome, in which the person eating faery food in Faery becomes trapped there. 

Another example of this same process comes from Skye – and significantly takes place on human terrain rather than inside a faery hill. Two men were out peat cutting. One paused and wished for a drink of milk, in response to which a faery women appeared and gave him exactly what he hoped for. He drank gratefully, but his friend refused for fear of faery influence. The one who had partaken found that he could see a host of faeries throwing darts at his companion. Conversely, food products less favourable to the sith folk may inhibit our ability to see them. Hence, on the island of Skye, it was believed that as oats were not a proper food for the faeries, any person who wished to be able to see them should not have oats about themselves when they went out in the hope of encountering them – although normally carrying oats was recommended as a protective measure for travellers.

Close physical contact with the fairies seems to be fundamental to many transfers, as is seen in Enys Tregarthen’s 1940 story of the fairy child Skerry Werry. A lost fairy child was taken in and cared for by a widow on Bodmin Moor. The longer the little girl stayed, the better the old woman’s ‘pixy sight’ became, so that she could see the pisky lights on the moor.

A third example of transfer by bodily contact is even stranger: an old Somerset woman who used to nurse those who were sick was one day walking to a well for water when a moth brushed against her face. This gave her the pixy-sight and she immediately saw a little man, who asked her to go with him immediately to tend his seriously ill wife. Then again, close association with faerie kind on a regular and prolonged basis can certainly convey second sight.

Once one person has the gift, others can benefit from it. Contact with the gifted individual, either by touching them or by looking over a shoulder, will reveal the fairies to the second person as well. Be warned, though. The fairies object to uninvited intrusions and to any behaviour they regard as spying. There is a Victorian report of a case from Wrexham in which a fairy blinded a person just because he looked at it.

Seeing through the fairies’ glamour risks exposing those aspects of their conduct that they might rather keep concealed from us (their propensity for stealing our property perhaps being the least of them). Knowing their secrets can put us in peril, so that it is possibly rash to wish too fervently for knowledge of their hidden world.

— The Darker Side of Faery by John Kruse

[daisylincs]

For as long as she can remember, Skye has been pushed away from the other girls her age. Is it her fault? She doesn’t think so - but apparently the nuns at St Agnes do. It is her fault for daring to have a girl’s name tattooed onto her wrist - Jemma. Not James or John or Jacob; Jemma. 

Running away from that orphanage is one of the best things she’s ever done, and she’s never regretted it one bit. It’s not like she misses anything or anyone from there. 

She always wonders when she’ll get to meet her Jemma - and it happens, like these things so often do, when she least expects it. She’s supposed to be infiltrating SHIELD for the Rising Tide, after all, not meeting her soulmate!

But when the brown-eyed scientist with the cute British accent and the smile like the brightest star introduces herself as Jemma, her entire world stops. 

Butterflies burst in her stomach when Jemma beams at her, eyes twinkling, and she can barely string two sentences together when the scientist cheerily loops her arm through Skye’s to show her around the Bus. It’s like there are a thousand Tinker-Bells scattering sparkling pixie dust throughout her body, and she doesn’t think her heart has ever beaten more wildly. 

Her mission is completely forgotten, and all she can think about is Jemma Jemma Jemma Jemma Jemma. 

And for a world-stopping moment, she thinks Jemma feels the same way - she could have sworn she saw a spark of stunned recognition in her brown eyes when they first brushed hands, and a tiny, breathless gasp when she casually bumped her hip against Jemma’s mid-walk. 

It’s all going so perfectly, she can barely believe her own luck... then she sees Jemma’s wrist.

And it reads, in clear, beautiful cursive - Daisy. 

The disappointment is more crushing than anything Skye has ever felt in her life, and it’s what actually powers her through betraying Jemma. 

(Jemma forgives her, though, so fast and so effortlessly that Skye’s heart actually aches.) 

She tries not to fall any further, she really does, but when Jemma nearly kills herself falling out of the plane, it’s all she can do to not sprint to her and kiss her as hard as she can just to make sure she’s really there, really okay.

She settles for hugging her instead, as tightly as she thinks Jemma is up for, and her heart stutters with the force of her hopeless crush when Jemma squeezes her just as tightly back.

For a while, things are almost good - she can mostly suppress the growing feelings she has for one British scientist, and persuade herself that she enjoys teasing her about Fitz (despite Fitz’s soulmark very clearly reading Hunter.) She persuades herself that she isn’t hurt when Jemma smiles and good-naturedly accepts the teasing, agreeing that she could do a lot worse than her best friend. (Hey, if we were straight, we’d do it. Probably.) 

But most of all, she pretends that she doesn’t see the little flashes of confusion, and hurt, and desperate struggle that she sees in Jemma’s eyes when she thinks Skye isn’t looking. 

It always happens when she’s looking at her, at Skye, and Skye recognises the haunted look of longing to love someone but being unable to all too well in her eyes. She sees it every morning in the mirror. 

But she doesn’t let herself dwell on what it might mean for Jemma, or for her, or, worst of all, for them together. That’s simply not an option, because Jemma’s wrist says Daisy, and that’s the end of that. Nothing to be done. 

When she nearly loses Jemma again - to the ocean, this time - it’s everything she can do not to shake her, kiss her and declare her undying love right there. 

Once again, though, she settles for a tight hug - and Jemma clings to her, much longer than necessary, like she’s pretending they can do this for just a moment longer, too. 

(Not long after, Jemma leaves. Skye ignores the ache in her heart, and tells herself it’s much, much better this way - maybe Jemma will meet her Daisy wherever she’s gone now.) 

But she doesn’t. She comes back, and her hair is shorter, her smile a little thinner, but she’s no less Jemma. Skye still loves her with everything she has the second she sees her face again. 

For the first time, though, there is something that genuinely, genuinely distracts her - her father. Finally. After all these years.

And that turns out worse than she had ever even dreaded in her worst nightmares.

Except. Except. Her gun doesn’t shake in her hands as she threatens to kill the man she’s looked for all her life, and he doesn’t flinch either. 

Instead, he calls her Daisy.

Daisy. 

For the second time in her life, Skye’s world freezes completely. 

Daisy. Her name is Daisy. That means... that has to mean... 

But much as she longs, longs with all her heart to run to Jemma and tell her right now, she has to fix this first.

So she does, she tries, and she... changes completely.

It is the most terrifying thing in the world, and she wants to hide in Jemma’s arms more than she ever has before.

Jemma, though, turns cold and furious, refusing to even think that powers might not be bad - and Skye’s heart breaks, crumbles into pieces like the temple she tore down. 

She wakes up, shaking, from a nightmare one night - and to her horror, the room is shaking, too.

Even worse, Jemma is there. 

Her voice is calm as she tells Skye it’s her who’s doing it - and Skye desperately, desperately wants to deny it. 

But Jemma is her soulmate, and the person she’s loved hopelessly for nearly two years now - so she nods bleakly. I’m so sorry. 

To her utter shock, Jemma doesn’t leave or push her away immediately, though. Instead, she stays, reaching for Skye’s hand. 

You’re my friend, you’re different, she tells her; promises. We can figure this out. 

Her thumb brushes over the tattoo of her name on Skye’s wrist, and dizzying tingles instantly shoot up her arm. 

Skye can’t help it. She blurts it out - my name is Daisy. 

Jemma stares at her, uncomprehending, and so she explains - her real name, the name her birth mother and father gave her, is Daisy.

Jemma shakes her head once, slowly, then again, and for a single terrifying moment, Skye thinks she means she doesn’t want her as a soulmate.

But then Jemma tears off the helmet of her hazmat suit and kisses her, for once not giving a single damn about the rules. Her fingers tangle in Skye’s hair, pulling her close, and the room stops shaking around them.

Jemma presses her forehead against Skye’s, her eyes simultaneously triumphant, awed and determined. You see, she says, we can figure it out. 

Skye know she isn’t just talking about her powers, anymore, so she reaches for Jemma’s hand and squeezes tightly.

Jemma squeezes back, and she says - we’re soulmates. We can do anything. 

(Skimmons/BioQuake Soulmate AU headcanons for the @agentsofchallenges​​ AoS March Madness challenge! <3)

[lovemesomesurveys]

What's your favourite amusement park? Disneyland for sure. Do you know your social security number (or equivalent) off by heart? Yes.

What would you take to a potluck dinner? Probably just like chips and dip. Do you have any sisters? How is your relationship with them? Nope. When was the last time you changed your hair and what did you do to it? I chopped it pixie cut short last summer.

What's the most romantic thing you've ever done? Nothing. Do you listen to audiobooks? If so, what was the last one you listened to and did you like it? No. I much prefer to read books myself because I feel like I absorb more and can get more into it. With audiobooks I find myself tuning out and getting more distracted. Describe yourself in five words. Depressed, awkward, tired, moody, irritable. What was your favourite class in high school? English and Spanish. When was the last time you did laundry? A few days ago. Do you own a leather jacket? Do you wear it often? I do, but no I haven’t worn it very much. Can you get Chinese food from a drive-thru in your town? Yeah. If you could choose your middle name, what would you pick? I’m fine with the one I have. Would you rather see a sunrise or sunset? Sunset. Do you have any plans to buy any furniture in the near future? No. When you go to bed, do you go to sleep straight away? Pffffft, no.  What do you do for a living? Nothing.  

Do you own a suitcase? When was the last time you used it? Where did you go? I don’t actually have one of my own, I just one of the ones my family has. How many pets have you had in your life? Six. Is there any soda in your fridge right now? Yes. Do you call it soda, pop, fizzy drink or something else entirely? We call it soda where I live. Do you need to get any groceries right now? What do you need? I do need to pick up a few things. If I was visiting your town, what would you take me to see and do? My town sucks, I’d recommend other places in nearby cities. What was the last thing you spent money on? Food. What subscription services do you have? Kindle Unlimited and several streaming services. Do you like olives? I like black olives.  Would you rather be too warm or too cold? Too cold cause I like getting all cozy with my heating blanket, warm drinks, and a nice fire going in the fireplace. What's your favourite name for a girl? Autumn, Winter, Skylar, Skye, Oceana. 

How do you make your coffee? With flavored creamer or cream and sugar. Do you know anyone who has a matching tattoo with someone? (including yourself) Probably.

[mishapcorner]

Winx movie 2- Magical Adventure Comments

HOLD ON. I’m 2 min in and already got something. I thought when Stella in season 1 ep 1 said Magix was the magical dimension she meant like….all the planets with magic. They literally just said Magix is a planet? But also the girls used to be like “let’s go to Magix!” Then go into the city so for a while I was also like “maybe it’s just the city then?” So WHAT IS MAGIX? A dimension, a city, or a planet????

HOLD UP MY GIRLS THE TRIX ARE HERE?!?! I THOUGHT THEY GOT BANISHED (again) and no one seems concerned they’re back?

Oh no I have no idea who’s talking if I can’t see their mouths move I don’t like not know the voices being back the other voice actors 😭😭

Their not as sparkly in 3D but the transformation sequences look SO much cooler as well as their powers and spells

Damnnnn they gave they gave Griffin cheetah print on her collar. Nice touch I love it

So I guess the girls are splitting their time between the magic dimension, earth, and their own worlds if the movies are supposed to be cannon? Because Bloom I’m in Sparks (Sparx?) rn when the others are at the Aflea opening ceremony, but they all have their believix which means they were already on Earth where they decided to stay for a while at the end of season 4. So…I guess they love traveling?

Called me crazy but I think “the first day of spring” is not a good enough confirmation for the exact date of your WEDDING

The Trix helping the 3 ancestral witches restore their power and rule the universe- call that family bonding

“Dad I’m getting married” “Son I have TRAUMA” like damn you think he’d tell Skye back when they first learned Bloom was the princess of Sparks and RESURRECTED HER WHOLE KINGDOM

Blooms dad is a kind hearted and dumb and he must be protected

I hate these 3 maids. They tried WAY to hard to make them likeable, endearing but goofy characters and instead made them annoying af

MALE FAERIES ALERT MALE FAERIES. Movie 2 said equality and make it canon and I’m here for it. (I wonder where the male faeries study cause it’s not alfea 🤔)

WAIT WAIT WAIT now FLORA is a princess? I specifically remember before when we went to Floras world thinking it was nice that not all the girls were princesses cause I think they made a point of being like “she’s a normal girl here.” Next youre gonna tell me Musa and and Tecna are princesses 🙄 we straight up have Midas backstory in poverty and MET the princess of her world so I’m calling bs if they try and pull any of that on me

Love Stellas plan of “just kick the guards asses to get through”

Oh no plot twist her dad is forcing her to choose a husband from ones he selected now and no I don’t like him as much and I take back what I said before 😶

AHALABSJSBS I thought the “meet the princes” part was gonna be boring but I’m already laughing at the first guy who spit out his retainer due to “hyper salivating”

SET HIS ASS ON FIRE FOR GROPING YOU GIRL GET HIM 😤😡😤

Did…did skye just steal Blooms horse? That was a gift? From her parents????

EW WHO TF ARE THESE PEOPLE AND WHERE ARE MIKE AND VANESSA?!?!

This is the first time we’ve seen the girls be mentally connected to their pixies where they can sense they’re in danger and I think it’s a nice addition and adds to the whole “a faerie and pixie have a strong bond” thing that seemed to have been lost some after season 2

Ew hold why did Faragonda just refer to the Trix as the “Trixies”? Are you guys SURE the movies are cannon cause I got some issues with them 😒

If they were stuck on earth post season 4 (which we have confirmed because they have the believix) then they wouldn’t need to stay at Mike and Vanessas and go through the whole “too many people in one house” thing again cause they already have a place. IM SO CONFUSED what carries over and what doesn’t and why?!????

Nabu back from the dead with no explanation. I’ve triple checked and this is the order it’s supposed to be in so I guess maybe we’ll get an explanation in season 5???

Ok Oritel is cool again. The way he just fucking swings that sword around is 😌👌

The horse they names Peg became a Pegasus wow who would have guessed 🙄 they didn’t make that obvious the second they said the name at the beginning of the movie

Uhhhhh gotta say “ancestral witches taking over the Trix bodies to become the super Trix” was not something I expected but here we are

WAIT SKYES DAD IS DEAD??????

I should have known they weren’t gonna kill kill him 😑

Bloom you don’t need to ride the Pegasus when you are literally in your believix form now you’re just showing off

Aaaaaand that’s it that’s the movie

[unknowncountrygirl]

The New Chaser Pt.3

After practice, Murphy raced down to the tent. Some of the team were leaving to headed back to the castle, but he didn't see a silver haired beauty, so hopefully she was either waiting for him or still getting cleaned and dressed.

Once inside the tent for the Gryffindor team, he set up his things near the large chalkboard. Out of the corner of his eye he saw two girls come around from the changing rooms, laughing. He turned fully and saw Iris with the Gryffindor Keeper chatting happily, she was a very outgoing person and he admired that about her.

Her long hair was pulled up into a high ballerina bun, showing off her neck and her delicate clavicles that were peeking out from her white t shirt. Murphy had never particularly ever thought of a white t shirt and jeans as being anything spectacular but on Iris it made his teenage libido soar.

“I'll see you tomorrow!” Iris waved goodbye to the Keeper and her eyes turned to him as she slid a dusty pink jacket over her shoulders, and Murphy had never hated a piece of clothing more.

“There's an 87.6% chance that what I'm about to teach you will up your odds of making the team by 33.7% so-”

“I've barely arrived-”

“But we've got a lot to cover!” Murphy blurted out quickly as he flicked his wand at the chalkboard, drawing and schematics coming to life before his eyes. Iris's eyes bulged a little.

“What is that!” She asked excitedly.

“Quidditch strategy!”

“No, I meant the charm!”

“Oh, my mum taught me the Blackboard writing spell when I was seven.” He told her, warmth swelling in his chest thats he seemed to be impressed. “Now the thing to remember about the Thimblerig Shuffle is-”

“The Thimblerig shuffle?”

“It's the Quidditch strategy I invented.” She had a look on her face that told him she was a little lost and he needed to guide her back. “You know, Thimblerig? The shell game? First you put a pea under one of the three nut shells, then there's a bit of a sleight of hand as you quickly shuffle the shells, then whoever is playing guesses where the pea is at, and then you lift up the shell they guessed, then uh oh, no pea? You shuffle the shells again-”

“Ok, but what does Thimblerig got to do with Quidditch?” She decided that they were going to be there a while and sat down on the bench near him and he could smell either her perfume or her soap, Magnolia flowers.

“Take shell game theory, throw in a dash of the Porskoff Ploy, add a splash of a surprise and you've got the Thimblerig shuffle. I'll break it down move by move-

“I think you should.”

“But pay close attention.”

“I am paying attention.” She asserted.

“Because there's a lot to explain and I talk quite fast, about 2.3 times as fast as most wizards and -”

“Yes, I know, I can hardly get in a word before-”

“Ready? Brilliant! Here we go!” He had to talk quick. Truthfully because around this girl, for whatever reason, made him nervous and that made him talk even more quickly then he normally does.

Actually he knew the reason, she was pretty, she was fantastic at Quidditch, she was full of charisma, and she was a genuinely good person from the little time they had spent together. He had never really had crushes before, except for one little girl in his hometown for the summer, but he could tell by his sweaty palms, nervous chattering, and high heart rate that this was the tentative beginnings of a crush.

“It's a simple strategy when you look at it.” He explained as he animated the chalk drawings on the board.

“Do you think it's something we could pull off at practice?” She inquired, studying the chalkboard, her blue eyes never turning away. “So I fly to center, left, right, then center, right, left... Right?”

“Yep! You're an excellent audience!” He smiled, “the hardest thing is going to be passing the Quaffle back and forth as you shuffle with the other chasers.” They spent the better part of an hour going over the strategy, with Iris asking all the right questions in his mind, getting into the knitty gritty of the Thimblerig shuffle. “That's the Thimblerig Shuffle.” “I definitely got... some of it.” She admitted hesitantly.

“Then let's review. This will be your last chance to get it down before you try it out at practice later.”  

“If leaning the Thimblerig shuffle is the key to getting Orion Amari to give me a tryout, I'm all in.” She told him as she stood up and stretched.

“I like your style, Iris! Alright, first, the chasers start flying in a triangular Hawkshead Attacking formation, then the center chaser drops back so all three are in a row. Then the Chasers start shuffling the shells in a game of Thimblerig while passing the Quaffle among them. Then as the other team gets distracted trying to follow the Quaffle, a chaser flies up to set up the Porskoff Ploy. But then, just as the other team realizes the Quaffle is to be dropped to the Chaser flying directly below, it's revealed that the other Chaser is the 'shell' with the 'pea'. The chaser with the quaffle is open to score when no one is looking at him. It's a fake out, a ploy within a ploy. A masterpiece disguised as a maneuver-”

“And a challenge for anyone to remember.”

“So we'll put you to the test. You have a friendly tomorrow against Hufflepuff. Show you know the Thimblerig shuffle and you'll be one step closer to Orion giving you a Chaser tryout.”

“Sounds like a solid plan, if I can pull it off.” Iris told him, placing her hands on her hips.  

“Stop by my commentary box before the friendly, yeah?”

“Ok, I can do that.” She nodded, giving him a smile.

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Iris flew up to the commentators box bright and early before the friendly.

“Hi, I'm here and-”

“Now let's see how much you remember about the Thimblerig shuffle.”

“Not even a hello? Do you talk about anything other than Quidditch and game strategy?” She asked, feeling slightly perturbed.

“You're the one who needs to ramp up on the Quidditch strategy if you want to get a tryout.”

“Yes, but-” She started, but he cut her off.

“So, how sure are you that you remember my strategy?”

“About 50%, you can quiz me if you like.”

“Of course I want to quiz you! I'll take any chance to hear myself talk.” He only partially joked.

“Sometimes you're impossible Murphy.” She shook her head.

“That's exactly what my mum says.” He grinned, “so, before you attempt the Thimblerig shuffle, tell me in what shape is the Hawkshead Attack Formation.”

“Triangular.” She stated matter of factly.

“Yes! I knew I'd be a brilliant strategy coach to you!” He cheered. “Next question, knowing what Quidditch move is a key component of the Thimblerig shuffle?”

“The Porskoff Ploy is key.”

“Right again! I knew we'd uncover your inner strategist. The friendly is starting soon, so next question-”

“Wait, if I'm to try this strategy at practice now, perhaps I should take a moment to clear my head.”

“And do what in the meantime, quiz me?” He asked, chuckling.

“Why not?” She smiled.

“About Quidditch? You won't stump me.”

“How about questions about you. You're always either coaching me or commentating at me, Murphy.”

“I told you, my friends call me McNully.”

“And I'm telling you, how can I call you a friend if I know nothing about you?” She asked from where she was hovering on her broom, swinging her feet back and forth.

“What do you want to know? My favorite color? Yellow. Favorite food? Roast and veg. Favorite spell? The one I cast on the blackboard. Favorite witch or wizard? My mum. Any pets? My kneazle. Kneil. How do I get my hair to look this good? Magic. Was it my dream to play Quidditch? No, always announcing. See? Now you're one step closer to being on a last name basis with me.”

“Perhaps.” She smiled slyly. “Guess we'll figure out soon if I'm closer to a Quidditch tryout in a few minutes. Have I learned enough strategy to at least get an introduction to Orion, if not a recommendation?”

“You, um... Kind of sort of... Already know him.”

“What?”

Orion flies by conveniently.

“That's Orion.”

“The random mate who's been filling in for Skye at practice?” She shrieked.

“The third Chaser who is captain of our team. I'd already talked you up to Orion even before I dumped my Quidditch playbooks on you.”

“And you never said so! Why?” Her voice rose even higher in pitch.

“Number one, your strategic instincts do need work. Number two, you may not have stuck around to learn the Thimblerig shuffle. I've been wanting to see it attempted in a match, if only to adjust my calculations.” He admitted truthfully.

“I don't know whether to thank you for helping me or be cross for how you went about it.”

“Can you decide after you try the Thimblerig shuffle? Your friendly is about to start. Good luck out there, Iris. I'm 77.7% sure you've got this!”

“Only 77.7%?”

“83.4%...? Perhaps 89.9%?”

“Where are you getting these calculations?” She turned on her broom to head to the pitch.

“99.9% sure, all right? Go! Just go!” He yelled after her.

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She was pissed, and flew by his commentators box as fast as she could, causing paper to fly and for him to drop the microphone.

“What was that all about?!”

“You released those freaking Pixies to pester me while I was trying to balance on my stupid broom!”

“Yes. I already confessed via owl. But it was Orion's idea!” He confessed. “First Orion asked if I knew where we could borrow a lot of Pixies. I asked him how many Pixies is a lot of Pixies: a dozen pixies, or a hundred pixies, or a thousand pixies? Then Orion asked how many pixies did I think was a lot of pixies? Then I asked what are the lot of pixies for, because then I'd know how many pixies is too many pixies. Then Orion asked why I-”

“Skip ahead, Murphy!” Iris shouted, visibly irritated.

“Right, by the time I get through my commentary, Chaser tryouts will be finished.”

“What? Chaser tryouts? When!”

“Today, of course. If Orion's testing you like he's been, it's a good sign he'll be giving you a close look-”

“But Murphy, Orion hasn't asked me to try out for the team!” She blurted out quickly, shock in her eyes.

“Are you sure? 100% sure?”

“Yes! I've tried to talk to him about Quidditch tryouts each time we meet, but all we do is... Balance. It's unnerving!”

“Then it's time I teach you a new strategy.”

“I've no time to learn another Thimblerig shuffle, Murphy.”

“Which you pulled off brilliantly by the way. But I haver a different kind of strategy in mind.”

“And what's that?”

“Talk, and talk, and talk, and talk, until you wear him out. Don't let him get a word in edgewise.” He told her simply.

“Really?” She inquired, not knowing how the heck that would even work.

“Yes! Exhaust him with your Quidditch confidence! Be shrill and tout your skill! TALK SO LOUDLY HE'LL WANT TO CAST AN EAR-SHRIVELLING CURSE UPON HIMSELF!”

“All right, all right, I hear you.” She waved her hand at him.

“Good, now all you've got to do is make Orion hear you. Don't let him throw you off your mission with all of his 'mental focus' nonsense.”

“Nonsense? I thought the two of you got one fine.”

“We do. He trusts my scouting, and I trust his... Captain-ing?” He scratched his chin, “what do you think of Orion so far?” Iris shrugged her shoulder in an offhanded way.

“I find Orion intriguing. I've not met anyone quite like him at Hogwarts.”

Jealousy got the better of him and he quipped, “Some say I'm intriguing too, Just so you know. Usually it's my mum, but others say so too.”

“Your mum must be a fascinating witch, Murphy.”

“I certainly think so, but enough about my mum, you've got to go and talk yourself into getting a Quidditch tryout-and quickly!”

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In the tent after one last practice before the tryouts, which he had heard Iris scored her tryout, he found Iris and Skye talking to one another. Iris looked like she was positively glowing.

“So my advice about talking and talking and talking yourself into the tryout worked!” He exclaimed, coming up behind Iris, she jumped a little but relaxed when she saw it was him. “First, I saw you talking to Orion from my box, then I saw him saying something back, then I heard you yell 'FINALLY! I'M TRYING OUT FOR THE QUIDDITCH TEAM'! And then-”

“Shut up!” One of the fellow aspiring players shouted at McNully.

“What's this? We've got Pince trying out for Chaser now?” He huffed.

“Don't take it personally, everyone is just trying to focus on tryouts, Murphy.”

“Best they get used to the sound of my voice then, right?” He gave her a wink and a grin, he was genuinely happy for her. “Speaking of tryouts, how ready do you feel?”

“55% ready. That's over half.”

“More than half a sandwich means that someone still took a healthy bite out of your sandwich. 55%, dreadful.”

“Murphy!”

“SHHHHHH!”

“Fun bunch, this lot.” He rolled his eyes after glaring at the girl who dared speak to Iris in such a way. “Perhaps this is all part of their strategy to outwit you on the pitch, make you think they're nervous. Don't get outstrategised during the tryout, Iris. Remember, strategy is all that matters.”

“Thank you Murphy, I'll try not to let you down.” She told him in a kind way that made his heart beat just a little faster. Like you could let me down, his mind thought with a goofy grin on his face.

“Odds are you won't. I've done the calculations.” He smiled and was about to give her a pep talk, when Orion walked up.

“McNully, would you allow me a moment with Iris Rosewood?” He said in his dreamy voice.

“Sure, good luck, Iris.” He left her to chat with Orion, and went to find the best spot for the tryouts.

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The tryouts could not have went better, Murphy watched Iris use her brute strength, her strategy, and focus all equally in the sky and had out shown every other player in his opinion. He knew that Orion would need to mull it over and that night in the dorms he decided to give him the third degree.

“What a tryout!” He announced loudly as he rolled into his and Orion's shared dorm. “Good players, all of them, but I think we both know who was the star.”

“All stars burn bright, McNully.”Orion stated from his place where he was meditating on his bed. “Which star are you referring?”

“The Iris star. You know the one that made the rest of the players look like ants?” Murphy was not in the mood to deal with Orion's antics. “She outscored the rest of the people at tryouts by 66%, outflew and out maneuvered 76%, and at one point got a bludger to crash into the stands instead of her! What more do you want from her Orion? Balance on her broom in a tutu while reciting Shakespeare and catch the snitch while winning Miss Hogwarts?”  

“The next Chaser must be like an orb, all encircling, always ready to move forward-”

“What does that even mean?!” Murphy asked exasperated. Just as he was about to go on a tirade, the door flew open.

“What's up my bitches!” Skye shouted. “I need to talk about those tryouts, and what number you intend to give Iris when she joins the team.”

“The question should be if the team wishes for Iris to join-”

“YES!” Both Murphy and Skye shouted.

“Are you even thinking about anyone else?” Murphy stated more then questioned.

“The path has already been chosen, now we must navigate this new trail.”

“What are you smoking, Amari?” Skye asked. “If the new path isn't Iris, I'm going to blow a gasket, understand that?”

“You are both interrupting my meditation, the longer I am unable to meditate, the longer it will be for the answers you seek.”

Skye and Murphy looked at one another, gave each other the I'm not poking the bear expression, and decided to sit and wait.

It felt like hours, which was really just about 30 minutes, before Orion muttered anything other than hums.

“I see a white glow-”

“It's Iris.” Both Skye and Murphy quipped quickly, then looked at each other through narrowed eyes.

“I see fire-”

“It's Iris.” They stated in unison again.

“I see a flying bird-”

“It's Iris.” Again, both Murphy and Skye stated. Finally the girl got up and said loudly,

“We all know Iris is the next Chaser, so fuck it, I'm sending her an owl to meet me.”

[firespirited]

Stock take:

I needed Gooliope’s carboard box for packaging the Endless Hair barbies. Holding her I realized that i’m not comfortable selling her as “TLC needed, half modded” and also we’re right back at the start of this 1/4th doll messy journey with the one who started it all. Hours upon hours of research and I’ve learned that I love playline and cartoony but not to the point of moe proportions. Hard plastic over vinyl coated. Obitsu, DD aren’t it for me. Hujoo’s nice but I don’t like the heads. Barbie’s attempt was half-assed and uncanny. Tonner and IT didn’t resonate. Highly articulated but stiff mechanical clicks over simple friction or elastic. I’d probably like resin but no-ones doing my preferred simplistic style outside of anthro. Gooliope would be perfect if she hadn’t got that broken S-shaped spine and floppy knees - look at that adorable face. So it’s decided if there are going to 1/4th dolls in my life it’ll be Shibajuku and Rainbow Surprise hybrids. Maybe one of the larger Disney dolls but uuuh meh. As for Goo, I’ve modded her neck and will add more hair (yes some came out) then seal *properly* then curls or a well cut bob because those straggly ends are horrendous then eyelashes and possibly glitter or pale stars under her eyes or a darker eye overpaint then she’s out. Ye Luoli head will be wiped and gifted or listed. I’m unsure about Azul (RS Skye on 17″ wonderwoman) I’d need to reinforce (suede?) her hip joints. She’s huge and hard to work with, it’d be easier to get her on an babs coppertone/lightbrown curvy like her sis even if that means losing posability, I just don’t have the space. Gayle stays, she’s a right mess but I love her. My plan is to one day get a ‘Pixie Rose’ or ‘Dream’ Rainbow Surprise to be a sister/friend to Skye and Azul, another Shibajuku head to scalp and replace the eyes for Gayle but honestly just stay well away from looking at BJD and non 1/6th dolls. Knowing what you don’t want is half the struggle I guess OTL

I did a group photo of all the baldies (minus my personal projects) - of course I missed the myscene madison in my reroot tray LOL. Back row is baity/repaint needed which is not to say that they won’t be the first to get rerooted when I get the creative itch because you’re ok taking more risks on baity heads...or inversly end up in the just pay postage box. Back left is hard heads so headpad required. Having a group photo can help when you have a supply you’re dying to use or want to choose your next project without getting the whole bundle out. Also serves as a really good clear reminder to not get that nice icky looking bundle of monster highs, “we have monster highs at home luv and the nice colourful ones too”. I have links to the licca, kurhn and disney heads just go through my aliexpress tag.

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Moth to a Flame - Supernatural Fan Fic - John Winchester and Castiel x OCs

The night was suppose to be a strict girls night. Willow Skye and her best friend, Dana Baker, were going to have a relaxing night in their brand new place in Kansas. It had been torn down and rebuilt two years ago, and it was the lowest priced house within ten miles of their hometown of Lawrence. 

 Willow didn't know what, but something drew her to the house. It was like a moth to a flame, she didn't understand why, but for the price of the place, she wasn't going to ask questions. Dana moved in with her after their junior year of college started. They were scraping money together to survive alone, so they decided moving in together was going to be a wonderful idea. No more struggling, and they could live together. That was one thing on each other's bucket list, and now they could proudly scratch it off. But Dana didn't like the house. She said it felt ominous. Something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Willow, being the ever stubborn optimist, said her friend was being silly. The house was a steal and it was beautiful. But deep down, Willow had the same feelings, but she decided to bury them deep in the back of her mind and enjoy her own home. It was a dreary Friday in October, exam week had finally ended and both girls' heads were spinning. They weren't in the mood to hit up Lawrence's night life. Instead, they were going to grab a couple pizzas, two six packs of smirnoff ice apple, and watch horror movies and play video games. It was the perfect night. They got all the classics, like the nightmare on elm street series, the exorcist, and new favorites like Paranormal Activity. They ordered two large cheese pizzas, and stocked their booze in the fridge. As it hit ten o'clock, they went through their first movie. Terrified, Dana began to beat Willow with a pillow and accuse her of turning out the lights, although she was sitting no more than two feet from her on their leather couch. "Damn it, Dana, quit!" Willow yelped. "You fucking did something to the lights, Pixie!" Dana shrieked. "Oh for the love of God, one bad haircut and I'm stuck with that horrible nickname forever." Willow growled. "Ha! You changed the subject!" Dana said, taking a swig of her smirnoff. "Yeah I did, dumbass, because I'm sitting right here and haven't moved in two and a half hours. Now tell me, how did I fuck with the lights?" "I.. Well.. Oh fuck you." she said with a mouthful of pizza. There was a loud bang from the upstairs bedroom, Willow's bedroom. Willow and Dana looked at each other, growing very pale. Outside the storm was raging and lightening kept cracking every ten seconds. Thunder boomed and made the windows rattle, and rain pounded the window pane with rage. The power went out after the second bang from the upstairs. Both girls were terrified now. "W-what the fuck?" Dana stammered. "I.. I don't know." Willow whispered. "I'm fucking scared, dude." she said, wrapping her hands around her friends arm so tight Willow was losing circulation. "I'm no good dead, Dana. Let go of my arm." she said. They started for the stairs, holding a lighter and trying to keep their dinner down. Dana glanced outside and saw a beautiful Impala on the side of the road. She thought it looked familiar. She saw the car door open and four men get out. Before she could tell Willow, Willow had raced up the stairs on the third bang. The front door was kicked down and Dana screamed her head off. "Hey, hey! It's us!" A man with deep hazel eyes said. "DEAN!? I swear to fuck I will kill you if you EVER-" "No time for that sweetheart, where's your friend?" he asked. "Upstairs." she said, nervously. "I'll go with dad, you and Cas stay with, uh, what's your name?" a tall man with shaggy brown hair asked. "Dana. I only told you a dozen times when you interrogated me this afternoon." she snapped. The man, who she assumed was Cas, stared at her with big blue eyes and studied her. If this wasn't one of the scariest nights of her life, she would have gone over there and flirted with him. Instead, she just smiled and then peered upstairs. It was too quiet. Dean went into the kitchen, and Cas stood a few feet from Dana. She didn't know if she should trust these men, but she had no choice since they broke in to her house. "Cas?" she asked. "Yes. Dana?" he replied. "Yep, that's me." she smiled, stepping closer to him. "So your friend knows about the demon?" he asked. "DEMON!? WHAT!? A DEMON. A FUCKING DEMON IN MY HOUSE?" Dana shrieked. "You didn't-" "A FUCKING DEMON? Like, like those nasty pointy eared motherfuckers who like to.. to.. To fucking pounce on unsuspecting girls like Willow and I?" Dana rambled in a panic. "Good going, Cas. This is why I tell you to keep your mouth shut." Dean said, walking into the living room again. Dean took the mumbling Dana into the kitchen to explain. The house that was on the grounds before this was his family's. He didn't go into too much detail, only enough to make Dana try to flee from the house in a pair of daisy duke shorts and a system of a down tank top. Cas ran after her and brought her back inside, although she scratched his face to Hell. "Look, you're going to be alright. Dean and his brother and father are the best at getting rid of these things. Plus, well, I'm an angel. So, I'm pretty helpful at kicking Demon ass." Cas grinned at her. "Angel? Look buddy you may look like a very delicious.. heavenly.. God given gift to women but you are NOT an ANGEL." She barked. "God given gift to women? Seriously?" Dean looked at her. The next thing they heard was Willow's high pitched scream and her flying down the stairs. She too tried to escape, but Dean's father grabbed her by the waist and took her to the couch. She slapped him across the face while swearing at him, trying to fight him off and escape, not only from him, but the damned house, too. He had to pin her down with his own body and he began to whisper in her ear. She finally stopped struggling, and she looked up at him with fear eminating from her aqua-golden eyes. He helped her to her feet and brought her over to where Dana, Dean, and Cas stood. "Where's Sam?" Dean asked. "He's putting salt in all the rooms upstairs. Stay with the girls, I'm going to help him. "No! I'm coming with you." Willow piped up, grabbing his hand. He looked from her hand in his, to her eyes. He shook his head and got her to let him go before trotting upstairs. Dana still stared at Cas in awe. If he really was an angel, then she had to rethink everything. She had been raised as a catholic, but when she hit her teens, she considered herself an atheist. She never had reason to believe in God or Angels, or even the Devil and Demons. She scoffed at anyones mere thought of them existing. But now, she wasn't so sure. "I'm going to help, um, what's his name." Willow said. "His name is John, and no you're not." Dean said. "Oh, I would just love for you to try and stop me." Willow snapped. "Is that a dare, or a double dare sweet heart?" he asked, taking a step closer to her. "You come near me and you'll be missing your manhood, pal." "I'd listen to her, Dean. She's kind of.. um, well.. a bitch." "Thanks, Dana." Willow murmured. The lights came on, blindingly white. It made Willow cover her eyes and trip backwards, falling on her ass. The light went back to it's natural wattage and Dana helped her friend to her feet. Willow dragged her to the isolated edge of the livingroom, right near the couch and started to whisper fiercely. "Who are these guys? Demons? Seriously?" Willow asked. "I know, dude. They showed up after my World Religions class, ironically enough. At first they said they were with the health department, but then the blue eyed one slipped and said the house had something evil. I didn't give it a second thought. But then when all the weird shit started happening, I saw their car and well, you know the rest." she explained. "Dude, what if this is because we can see shit? I mean, plus my messing with Witchcraft when I was fourteen.." Willow replied. "Hey, Dean said whatever this thing is, was here way before us. It's always been here, so quit thinking this is your fault." Dana said, giving Willow a hug. They joined the guys at the foot of the stairs. It was quiet, and the lights were off. The shaggy haired guy, named Sam, came down and he had a cut on his cheek. Dean and Sam went to their car to load up on what they called "an arsenal of weapons against our little house guest", and Cas stood by Dana. Willow smirked as she saw her friend grow a light pink and then tried going upstairs. "No. No fucking way, Pixie." Dana gasped, and grabbed her friends arm. "Number one, call me Pixie when John is around and you don't have to worry about the demons getting you, because I will first. Number two, I'm a grown ass woman and I paid for this house, I'm going." "I didn't know you were a fairy." Cas said, rather child like. "Excuse me? I'm not a Fairy you twat!" "Willow, he's an Angel! He doesn't know any better!" Dana snapped. "Whatever, see you ladies in a bit, I'm going to find John." Willow said, and ran upstairs. Cas and Dana sat on the couch, fidgeting. Cas looked at Dana and couldn't believe how beautiful she was. It had been centuries since he had ever had feelings for a woman, or even noticed one for that matter, but Dana was different. Her eyes showed how good her soul was, her voice was so soft and promising, and her lips looked like perfectly shaped rose petals. As she shook in horror at the flickering lights, something came over him. He put his arms around her protectively, bringing her shaking frame close to his. He whispered soothingly in her ear, that no matter what happened, she would be safe. Dana sat there, looking at him. His eyes were full of emotions. Unfortunately, they were ones she couldn't quite decipher. If she wasn't so incredibly frightened, and hopelessly attracted to him, she could probably figure it out. But between the howling wind, the darkened house, and the intense fear of being killed and ending up in Hell, she had her mind on other things. But, that didn't stop her from wanting to kiss him. His lips were plump, and looked so warm and inviting. She wasn't in to one night stands, but if this was any other Friday night, and he was some random guy, she would have jumped his bones as soon as their eyes met. Dean and Sam were back inside, and going through everything they collected. Dean saw that Cas and Dana were snuggled on the couch, but saw no sign of Willow. He groaned and walked over. "I hate to intrude on your beautiful moment, guys, but where the hell is that pain in the ass best friend of yours, Dana?" "She went to find John." "Damn it! That girl better hope she found my dad, and not that demon." Sam added. "Willow's smart, she can take care of herself." Dana said. Willow was walking slowly and quietly in the hallway, looking for him. He was so gorgeous, she was surprised he had two full grown sons. He seemed so mysterious, though. She couldn't tell if that was what really attracted her to him, or the fact that his wet, black v-neck clung to his body, which showed how good of shape he was in. Or maybe it was his messy brown hair, or those piercing eyes. She tried to shake the lustful thoughts from her head, and when she did, she tripped. "Damn it, fuck that hurt." she mumbled to herself. She went into her room, but didn't find John. All she could see were these weird images on the ground, and the pristine white salt in the window sills, and in front of her closet door. She moved in, and the door slammed shut. She stifled a cry and looked around the room, there was no one. She heard sounds coming from the closet and her heart began to slam in her chest. As she began to back away, she bumped into someone and screamed. She was spun around and came face to face with John. "Didn't I tell you to stay downstairs?" he demanded. "Yeah well, I'm not obedient." she smiled. "You're gonna get yourself killed, Willow." he whispered. "Look, I'm not a damn damsel in distress, I can take care of myself." she said, growing irritated. "You have no idea how dangerous these damn things are. I've hunted them for the last twenty some years, sweetie. Trust me when I say it's safer downstairs." "If you're staying, then I am, too." she said, not budging from in front of him. "Fine, your choice. But stay close." he replied, frustrated. She stuck right beside him, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. He didn't know why, but he wanted her as close to him as possible. He didn't want anything to happen to her. His sole mission in life was to save people. This girl may have been getting on his last nerve, but he liked her bravery, her determination, and she was pretty on top of it. He wondered why she wanted to be up there with him, but he didn't ask. It was nice to have a woman with him, standing by his side through this. Willow felt safe with John's arm around her. She wanted to hold on to his waist and convince him to run away with her, from this place, far away, and hole up in some motel for the night. But she could tell he wouldn't go for it. She squished herself against his side as much as possible. The windows started to rattle, and Willow made her way to the bedroom door. It wouldn't open. She kept her cool, although inside she was panicing. Dean was on the other side, trying to kick it down, but nothing would work. John stood in front of Willow, trying to figure out what his next move would be. Out of nowhere, she felt herself go flying against a wall, pinned against it. She was deathly afraid, she couldn't even speak. John tried to grab her, but he was thrown against the opposite side of the wall. Dean finally managed to kick the door open, and Sam was right behind, with a large leather book. "Now's not story time, guys!" Willow shrieked. "Relax!" Sam snapped. The thing appeared, right next to John. Willow was struggling to free herself so she could get to him, which caught it's attention. It's pitch black eyes stared at her, and it's lips turned into a cold smirk. Sam's book went into flames and he went flying backwards and the door slammed shut behind him. Dean was knocked into the wall and went unconscious. John was swearing at the thing, trying to get it's attention, to bring it to him instead of Willow. But Willow didn't even shake, or shut her eyes. She stared at it with hate. She struggled to free herself, but had no such luck. "My, how you've grown." It hissed, like a snake. "Fuck off." she choked. She felt a white hot pain on her abdomen, and screamed. The thing flipped her shirt up to show blood dripping down her body. She stared at it, and fear started to sink in. It ran it's tongue over her cheek, and then whispered that she was going to Hell, with it, and there was no stopping it. She stared it down, showing that she wasn't weak, or scared. It slapped her, and then she felt more pain in her chest, and her fore arms. She was turning in to a bloody mess. "Let her go!" John demanded. "What's wrong, Johnny? A little upset that this will be the 2nd woman you've lost?" it smiled evily. "Take me. Let her go." he said. "Nah, this is too much fun watching you watch her slowly die." it said, and turned to Willow again. The door blew off the hinges, and Cas stood in the doorway, Dana was behind him. Cas raised his palm and now the demon was on the ground, on its knees, before Cas. He began to speak in a foreign tongue, and the thing started to scream. It's head moved side to side at the speed of light, and with one loud bellowing symbol, the demon's black spirit was expelled from the decaying body. John and Willow fell to the ground, and Sam ran to call an ambulance. Dana kneeled beside her friend, who was slowly going unconscious. Willow came to in a hospital, it was dark out, and she figured it was the same night. She moved slightly to the left and saw John asleep in the uncomfortable chair beside her bed. She peered down and saw his hand holding hers. Dana and Cas had just walked in and saw her eyes were open. Dana went to say something when Cas motioned for her to stay quiet, so they didn't wake John. Dana walked over and whispered in Willow's ear. "He's been here ever since you were admitted, that was two days ago. Someone's getting hospital sex later on!" She chuckled before walking out with Cas. Willow giggled but winced quickly afterward. It hurt to move at all. She had never been in this much pain before. She wondered what happened, she was out for two days. She also wondered if he was okay. She gripped his hand, and smiled. He was sleeping peacefully beside her. Cas told Sam and Dean that Willow was awake and that they could head to their motel. He was going to drop Dana off at her motel and then come back to see how Willow and John were getting along. But Dana had other plans. They got to her motel and Cas walked her in. She smiled at him as they stood awkwardly in the doorway together. He knew something was up, but he couldn't exactly tell what. She looked up into his eyes and he felt like he was going to melt. Her eyes were a beautiful blue, but they had a violet hue to them. It was like nothing he had ever seen before. He tried to remind himself that this girl was just that; a young girl. He couldn't possibly get feelings for her. In his line of work, and location, it could never work. But still, what he was feeling inside wouldn't go away. "You saved my friend, and myself. I could never thank you enough." Dana whispered. "It's no problem. I would have done it for anyone." he replied, being modest. "It's really late, isn't it? Maybe you should crash here. Besides.. It does get lonely." she hinted, taking his hand in hers and bringing him to the bed. He sat down and she straddled his lap. He looked at her, unsure of where to put his hands. She grabbed them forcefully and held them against her perky breasts. His touch sent a shiver up her spine, and he started to feel tension in his pants. It was all new to him, but he was enjoying the sensation. He laid back and brought her down on top of him. She groaned and attacked his lips. He pressed his lips hungrily back against hers. She was forcing her tongue in to his mouth, and the texture of his tongue against hers was turning her on. She could already feel her panties getting soaked, and she felt his boner poking her through their jeans. She gasped when he flipped her on to her back, climbing on top of her. His blue eyes swam with lust and what appeared to be genuine, human emotion. He slipped her tank top over her head and began to kiss her chest, up to her collarbone and neck, and each kiss was deeper and rougher than the last. She squirmed under him, whining and unable to control her animalistic sounds. She ripped off his trenchcoat, and soon was able to slide off his shirt. His skin was warm and smooth, and felt good against her chilled body. His tongue swirled on her sweet spot, and soon his teeth nibbled, causing her to arch her back. Her legs unvoluntarily opened, giving him room to place his lower body between them. Their lips met with passion, and he gripped her sides. She kept arching into him, her hips bucked against his own. A devilish smile formed on the corners of his lips, and he began to playfully bite her bottom lip. For someone who had never done this before, Dana was dying from the pounding in her cunt. She already wanted him to just shove it in, over and over, and make her scream until no body part worked. He slowly stood up, looking down at her. One of his hands gripped at the button of her jeans, and he quickly undid it. He ripped her pants off her legs as she fumbled to undo his button and zipper. She couldn't even form a coherent sentence, and her lips began to trace down his body, from his chest to his stomach and back up. His pants flew off and across the room, and she pulled him back down. The head of his cock was making an appearance in the hole of his boxer shorts, and she placed her hand inside them, giving his dick a small squeeze. He grunted in her ear, which made her pump his dick in her hand. He yanked her hand out and pinned both of her wrists above her head. He kissed her again, with force. He grinded his lower body against hers, letting her feel every solid inch against her wet pussy. She was able to break free, but she steadied her urges to rip his boxers off and ride him like a bronco. Instead, she slowly slid them off, and he looked down at her. She suddenly felt her heart swell in her chest, and it was a feeling she knew all too well: Love. He gently pulled off her soaked thong and helped her up into the middle of the bed. Slowly opening her legs, he slid inside, and the sticky, hot mess made it easy for him to slide in deep. She cried out and dug her nails into his back, panting in his ear. Her legs were in the air, her back arched as far as it could, and their eyes were locked on each other. They smiled and kissed deeply, passionately. Their tongues locked and slid deep into each others mouths as he penetrated her deeply, roughly, and continually. She was already cumming and drenched his dick with a hot load of cum. He wasn't too far, behind. He began to pound her cunt mercilessly, grunting and groaning in her ear, then he would add little butterfly kisses to her earlobe and neck before sucking hard on the sweet spot of her neck. "Dana, you make me feel so many things, that are so foreign to me. But God does it feel wonderful." he panted gruffly in her ear. "Jesus fuck, Cas. More. Oh God. More, please!" she begged. He did as he was asked, shoving it all inside, pounding her sweet spot, making it hurt. She finally was reaching her final orgasm, her muscle wrapping around his cock and squeezing as she screamed his name. His eyes clenched shut and he bit his bottle lip as he let his own cum rush out of him and drench her insides, and slide down her shaking legs. He fell on top of her, his whole body quivering. She clung to him as he wrapped his own arms around her body. They gasped for air and held each other, realizing this was more than a fling, it was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. Willow woke up around eleven o'clock the following night. The doctors had given her pain medication since she was crying in her sleep. When she woke up, she awoke to John hovering above her. Her heart pitter pattered in her chest, and she let out a small, shy smile. He traced the back of his hand against her cheek, in which she leaned in to it, and he told her she could finally go home. "But I don't have a home." she said. "You can stay with me, for a few days, you know.. If you want." he said. "Really?" she asked. "Yeah, if you want." he smiled. "I'd love to, John." she replied. He helped her sit up, and as the nurse unhooked her from the heart machine and took the needle out of her arm, Dana came in with a huge smile on her face. She gave her friend a set of clothes and helped her into the bathroom to dress. "God this all hurts." she cried. "I know, but John will take care of you. Cas is gonna help me go apartment hunting, for us." she replied. "John's letting me stay with him for a few days." Willow smiled. "Awww!" Dana cooed. "Oh shut up. Um, Dana? Isn't this kinda.. much?" she asked, looking in the mirror. Willow was wearing a long sleeved, low cut fishnet tshirt with a black lacey push up bra underneath, a frilly black g-string and skin tight dark blue jeans, with her tights and knee high boots. Dana put on black eyeliner and mascara, to make Willow's eyes really pop. She combed her messy hair and when she was finished, you would have never have known Willow was attacked. She walked out and saw John talking to his sons, who apparently had a lead on some new monster two states away. John slowly turned and laid his eyes on a new Willow, and he turned from his sons and walked over to her. She heard Dean mutter 'get some, dad!' and Sam dragged his brother off to their Impala. Dana walked off to find Cas and said she would call Willow tomorrow to see how she was doing. John wrapped his arm around her shoulders gently and they walked off to his car. The entire way to his motel was silent, but she kept looking at him once in awhile. More than once she caught him staring and smiled when he looked away. They got inside his motel and he helped her to the bed. She laid down and looked at him as he put his guns on the nightstand beside the opposite bed. He sat down on it and looked at her before lying down.

"Aren't you going to lie with me?" she asked.

"I wasn't sure you wanted me to." he laughed.

"Well, I do, so come here." she giggled.

He slowly got up, and took his shirt off, tossing it on the ground behind him. She laid on her back and watched him get in bed. His body was so perfect; a nice looking chest, perfect abs, and his arms were strong, and when they locked around her, she felt like putty. She looked up at him, and his eyes changed; they were full of lust. She was so glad she wasn't the only one who wanted to have sex at that point. She broke away long enough to slide her shirt off, and he slid his fingertips slowly up and down her arm. She shivered, and he quickly brought her right up against his body. His arms were around her tight and she could feel his heart beating against hers. She melted against him, taking in his scent and closing her eyes. He rubbed her shoulder blades gently with his hands, still keeping her safe in his arms.

"You were brave back there, you barely made a sound or.. Anything." he whispered in her ear.

"Thanks.. I don't know what came over me, I just.. I.. I wanted to make sure you were okay." she said, peeking up to see his eyes.

"Why?" he asked.

"I don't know, John. I just did. At that moment, you were more imp-"She was cut off by his lips hitting hers.

His body carefully rolled on top of hers, making her squeak. Their lips never broke the kiss, but instead, deepened. His hands gripped her hips and his tongue slid easily in to her mouth. She was already shaking and could feel an angry pulse in her pussy. Their tongues locked in a war of dominance, and he was clearly winning. She tried to push him off, but he was too strong. He pinned her wrists down by her sides and broke the kiss, then began  to bite her bottom lip, hard. He lips brushed against her jawline, down to her neck, the kisses were wet and hard, and the more she fought to free herself, the more he tortured her with his passionate kisses. She saw the muscles in John's arms flexing from holding her down, and she let out a whimper.He let her go and helped her sit up. He was on his knees, straddled over her lap so he could undo her bra, as he slowly let the straps slide off her shoulders, he looked down at her cleavage. She slid her hands down his abs and slowly back up, while putting butterfly kisses to his chest. He shut his eyes, groaning. His own hands slid down her breasts, down to her stomach and slowly back up. He cupped her tits in his hands, and as he sweetly kissed her, he began to squeeze her tits, making her gasp and groan. She began to quiver, and he had her lie down.She opened her legs, inviting him in and he placed his lower body right against hers, she gripped his shoulders, and her head was swimming. Her heart raced painfully in her chest, and he pulled away to look into her eyes. He smiled and kissed her cheek while letting his hands glide through her hair. She was quickly falling for him.

 She was nibbling on his neck while gripping his strong, broad shoulders. He began to undo her pants and she hungrily attacked his lips. The kisses were quick and sloppy, but full of emotion and passion and... Need.

"Don't leave after this." she begged.

"I won't, I promise." he whispered assuringly between kisses to her chest.

"God, I need you." she moaned.

"I need you, too, baby." he groaned.

They pulled each others pants off, and she could see his boner in his boxer briefs. He jammed it against her several times, making her lose her mind. She whipped off her g-string while he took his boxers off, and climbed on top of her. His hands were propped up on either side of her, he was now above her and looking for him to signal it was okay for him to enter her. She kissed him twice, the last kiss lasting for several long seconds, and he slowly slid inside her. He let several inches inside, then began to torturously slide the rest in, inch by inch, it was so slow. She wanted him to force it in quick, but he knew what he was doing. He wanted this to last all night, he didn't want to let her go. She was growing wetter by the second, making it easier for him to penetrate her. She arched in to him, their kisses becoming more and more frequent and full of need. His arms wrapped around her shaking body and he whispered in her ear that she was his. He didn't let go, and he was bumping his hips into hers, it hurt but felt so good at the same time. She cried out, groaning and begging for more. Their bodies were sweaty and it made them stick together. 

She bucked her hips into his, smiling as she raked her nails down his back, making him grunt. He looked a little angry, but it made him so much hotter. He kissed her hard as he shoved his cock inside her with one swift move. She screamed, and he began to shove it in, each time harder than the last. She bit her lip, suppressing a scream, and then he put kisses down her chest, to her stomach and back up. He placed one loving kiss to her lips before shooting a load of cum inside of her. It was hot and sticky, and it warmed her insides. Afterward he kept going, not stopping until she finally came, squeezing every last drop of cum out of him. He laid on his back, pulling her close to him. He kissed the top of her head and pulled the comforters over them. She laid her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and enjoying his rhythmic breaths. He fell asleep holding her tight, and the last thing she remembered was whispering that she loved him. 

"I love you, too, Willow." he whispered back.

She smiled and clung to him tight, and they fell asleep tangled in each others arms and sleeping comfortably for the first time in weeks.

[dreamlanddoll]

The Isle of Mermaids

Sofia takes Cedric with her on a quest in the Mystic Isles for the first time. The sorcerer is absolutely riveted with excitement, but upon arriving at a certain isle, he receives an unexpected amount of attention he did not prepare for.

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“So, are you excited, Mr. Cedric?” 

If it wasn’t already hint enough by how Cedric had been endlessly smiling and bouncing on his heels as he and the princess walked out onto the front steps of the castle, there wasn’t much else he could do but tell her. This was the first time Cedric had ever gotten the privilege of going to the Mystic Isles, and as the magic-loving enthusiast he was, Cedric was ecstatic. 

“Oh, Princess I am more than excited. I’m absolutely riveted!” The sorcerer exclaimed, clasping his hands together and beaming at the thought of getting to explore that glorious manor of magic. “I can’t wait to see all those mystical sights!” He twirled. This was the most excitable and dreamy Sofia has ever seen Cedric act before. It was quite an endearing and humorous thing to witness. The only time that came close that she can recall was when she took him and Calista to see Merlin. 

Cedric went on. “The Isle of fairies, the Isle of Sorcerer’s and OH The Cove of Crystals~!” He rambled on about all the places he was dying to visit, hardly being able to contain his joy. 

Sofia giggled. “Well I’m happy you’re so excited, becauuuseeee-” she drawled, hopping down the stairs and landing in front of the carriage to take them there. Which had no flying horse or coachmen in sight, but instead gave off a reassuring glow, signaling that it was very much enchanted.  “we’re gonna do more than just sight see.” 

Cedric halted beside the carriage beside her looked down at his princess, confused by this new information. “Whatever do you mean?”

Sofia smiled sheepishly. “Welllll I do have a small job I need to do. But it’s okay! That’s why I thought it’d be okay for you to come this time since we’ll have lots of time to sight see. I promise.” The princess explained as Cedric opened the door for her. She hopped inside with him following behind. 

“I trust you, princess. But, just one question.”

Sofia blinked. 

“Don’t you usually take your flying pegasus to the isles?” He asked as the carriage took off.

Sofia groaned, shrugging into herself in embarrassment. “Mom wanted me to start taking the enchanted carriage because she thought it’d be safer than me gallivanting around on a flying pesagus without a saddle and helmet like I do with Minimus.” She explained shamefully, resting her head in her arms on the window. Looking quite glum with this new found restriction on something meant to be an adventure. No doubt if Chrysta saw her riding into HQ on this, she’d never let her live it down.

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The coach came to a steady sore as it tilted down to land at the entrance to the Isles, prompting both Sofia and Cedric to climb out of the side door of the coach. Immediately, Cedric gasped in amazement the second he and Sofia stepped onto the cloudy surface of the land. His eyes lighting up at all the beautiful blue and purple mist and clouds surrounding them, the energy of never ending magic all around them, the frolicking fae and witches and centaurs around every corner and on every isle. It was all so wonderful and breathtaking, there was not a single place his eyes could stay focused on for more than three seconds because of all that was happening before him. 

“Welp, here we are!” Sofia gestured, allowing Cedric a moment to take in the grandness of the place they were in. She stepped up beside him, placing her hands on her hips. “Whadayya think?”

Cedric’s eyes didn’t cease their wondrous gazing and his huge, dorky smile never faltered. The majesty before them was almost too much joy and brilliance for him to handle. “This is.. the most incredible place I’ve ever seen!” He said as his voice got high in pitch with excitement. He looked up to see a circle of pixies flutter gently down to the crown of his head, placing a multi-coloured flower crown of all different beautiful shades of blues, purples, pinks and yellows on his head.

“Oh, um, th-thank you!” He addressed the fae folk, gingerly touching the grown they graced him with and waving them goodbye as they flew off. They all waved to him as well before giggling and diapering into the clouds. 

The second the pixies left, a familiar voice came up behind Sofia, causing her and Cedric to startle and turn around. 

“Hey Sofia!” Chrysta flew in, a friendly smile on her face at seeing her favourite princess. “This your friend you brought with ya?” She nodded at Cedric.

“Uh huh.” Sofia affirmed with a nod, gesturing to proudly present her royal sorcerer and mentor. “Chrysta, meet Cedric the Sensational.” She grinned, stepping aside. 

Cedric stepped forward, placing a hand on his chest and sticking one hand out for her to shake. “A pleasure to meet you, Chrysta. Forgive me for our first meeting, it wasn’t exactly formal.”

The protector laughed to brush it off, taking his hand to shake. “Hey, don’t worry about it. Sofia’s very important to the both of us.” She threw the princess a wink. Looking back at Cedric, she noticed a certain adoration on top of his head, rousing amusement in the fairie. “I see the pixies have greeted you already.” 

“Hm?” Cedric puzzled at first, but once he noticed that Chrysta had been eyeing higher up on his head, he remembered the flowered decoration the pixies gifted to him just a minute ago. Feeling embarrassed, a hot blush rushed to the sorcerer’s cheeks as he quickly swiped the crown from off his head, chuckling and folding it into his pocket for safe keeping.

Chrysta still had a smirk on her face along with crossed arms, looking over her shoulder she noticed something quite different about the young protectors choice to transportation here. “Sofia, don’t you usually use Skye to get here?” She asked, turning back to the princess with a quizzical look.

Now it was Sofia’s turn to be embarrassed. “I really don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Well good, because we don’t really have time. We need to get you two to the Isle of Mermaids, stat. As far as we know they’re the only ones with the starfish key we need to open the Chest of Miracles.” Chrysta said, checking her enchantlet. 

“Right. We can get there fast.” Sofia reassured, suddenly hardening her tone to let Chrysta know that she meant business.

“Good.” The fairie replied, then turned to Cedric with a smug grin. “Think you can handle it, Royal Sorcerer?”

Cedric scoffed. “I’m sure I can handle a few fish-tailed ladies that spend their day splashing about in the water.” 

“Great!” Chrysta clapped her hands together and began to usher to two back into the carriage. “Check in with me once you’ve got the key, then you can use your enchantlet to transfer it over to me where I’ll be at HQ. Okay, Sofia?” 

“Okay, it’ll be done in no time.” She said confidently as Chrysta continued to push them. 

“Good, now let’s get a move on you two!” She proclaimed, shoving the princess and the sorcerer into the carriage and slamming the door before either of them could get another word out, and smacking the side of the enchanted vehicle to let it take off.

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“What exactly is the Chest of Miracles, Sofia?” Cedric inquired to the princess sitting across from him. 

“Well,” Sofia started, bringing up her enchantlet to her chin and pressing down on the middle with her finger. The whip extended to create a circle between the two, showing them an image of a jewel-encrusted golden chest with an enchanted lock that looked like it was made of steal iron. It was decorated with rubies, emeralds, diamonds, sapphires, you name it. The sight in a mere picture was almost too much for ones eyes to handle. 

“It’s a magical chest that when you open it, it will grant you one wish and one wish only, so powerful that it can’t be reversed by any magic at all.” Sofia tapped her enchantlet, bringing up another image of a couple of regular looking goons, though clearly native to the Mystic Isles. “There’s been a couple of bad elves after it recently. And before we go looking for them we have to ensure that every single key is safe and locked away where nobody can find them. There’s one key on every isle, but they are incredibly hard to find because they only surface every 10 years.” She took the image down, putting her hand back to her side. 

Cedric rubbed his chin, absorbing all that the Princess had explained to him. “Oh my, seems like quite the event to keep track of.”

Sofia nodded. “It is.” Her eyes shifted to the side and upon looking outside the window, she gasped. “We’re here!” She exclaimed as the coach landed on the sandy and rocky surface of the Isle of Mermaids. Sofia sprung up from her seat and flung the door open, dashing outside to the front of what appeared to be a seaweed door. Covering the entrance to the rocky cove, there was a curtain of multiple thick and long strands of seaweed, decorated with seashells and conch shells and starfish in a prettily detailed pattern. 

“Whoa.” Sofia marveled at the display as Cedric strolled up behind her, who was also taking in the aesthetically pleasing sight.

The princess turned to Cedric, putting up a hand to prevent him from going any further. “I’ll go in first, just to make sure it’s safe.” She walked ahead, ignoring Cedric cry out- “W-wait, Sofia!” -out of fear she might get into some kind of trouble that he’d be deemed responsible for. 

Sofia had slightly peeled the seaweed curtains back and slipped in as to not cause too much disturbance. Her eyes widened at the pretty sight of the cove, the weaving and bending isles of crystal white and purple rock pillars stood proud and tall with bunches of sparkling barnacles gathering at their bases. Beneath Sofia’s boots were purple sands, almost identical to the sand in the Dancing Dessert. 

The cove was packed with mermaids, much to Sofia’s luck and surprise. There were so many. Some chatting, some playing and splashing about, some napping on the sandy shore, and some doing their hair and makeup while they rested on rock peaks. All completely unaware of anything going on around them. Oh boy, it was going to be hard to even get their attention. 

“Um.. e-excuse me?” Sofia quipped, but no avail. 

“Excuse me!” She said a little louder. The mermaids just kept socializing. 

Sofia puffed her cheeks, reckoning she’d have to be louder if she ever wanted this to get anywhere. “EXCUSE ME!” She shouted, which took enough energy from her to turn her normally pink-ish cheeks a brilliant red of frustration.

Silence fell over the gaggle of fish girls, they all turned their heads to the source of their disturbance. Sofia was expecting a backlash of annoyed mermaid folk, but instead was met with a wave of pleasant gasps. 

“A visitor!!!’ They all cheered, swimming up to Sofia like excited newly adopted puppy-dogs. 

Taken aback by the sudden attention, the princess stepped back. “Um.. hi!” Sofia waved, trying her best to just smile cutely and be polite. If she wanted to find that key, she’d have to win her way too it. 

“Hi!” One mermaid with red hair replied gushingly. 

“Aren’t you one of the protectors?” A curly black-haired mermaid with a navy blue tail asked eagerly. 

“Yes, actually.” She replied, attempting to make pleasantries. “I’m Princess Sofia, the Mystic Isle’s first human protector.” She stated proudly, making a heroic stance, which only fueled the mermaids’ excitement.

“A PRINCESS?!” They all gawked, swimming even closer, crowding around the little girl.  

“How many crowns do you own?” One chimed. 

“How much are your dresses?” One chirped. 

Unsure how to respond, Sofia backed up as a swarm of chatter and inquires continued to fire at her at once, overwhelmed by all the sudden questions. “Um...”

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From the other side of the seaweed, Cedric had been nervously biting his nails. Wondering what was taking Sofia so long. He had been pacing, looking at the floor and giving the curtain the occasional worried glance. 

“Oh... what is that girl doing in there?” He muttered, concern greatly affecting his every emote. 

What if they weren’t any help at all? What if they were just being rude? What if they were actually bad mermaids? WHAT IF THEY TRIED TO DROWN HER???

It only took a few minutes for the worries and doubts to build up inside of the sorcerer before he couldn’t take it anymore. “That’s it!” Cedric stopped, stepping up to the door of green strings and puffing out his chest. “I’m going in there.” He declared, drawing out his wand. 

Throwing back the curtain dramatically, which was very opposite to the approach Sofia had tried to take earlier, he stepped inside the cove and called out, “Sofia! Are you alright? What is going on in here?” 

The giggling of the mermaids stopped, being caught by the attention of the new arrival in their midst. Their gazes completely going past the princess and now landing on the tall sorcerer. They unanimously scanned him up and down as Sofia talked. 

“Mr. Cedric, I’m okay, they're actually really nice! They’re... just-”

“A BOY?!” The mermaids squealed in unison, their tails excitedly flipping up in sync. 

“Wha- AH!” Before Cedric had time to react, he felt himself being pulled by his arm down to right where the shore met the water. Before he knew it, or could really register what was going on, he was suddenly surrounded by a flock of doey-eyed fish tailed maidens as the new specimen of their attention. 

“He’s so cute~!” A blonde one in the back cooed, making a shy blush creep onto Cedric’s pale cheeks. He can’t remember the last time he’s ever been called ‘cute’ completely unprompted. 

“We never get any boys here in the cove.” One sighed, looking up and resting her cheek on her arm that was resting on the sand beside his leg. Tracing patterns in the sand with her finger.

“Guys, look at his hair!” A pretty red head reached forward to feel the tips of Cedric’s silvery bangs, to which he sputtered and stumbled back. 

Cedric shook his head, almost certain he had just gotten whiplash from all the tugging and fawning he had just received. He wasn’t used to being so doted on, let alone by a dozen or so pretty mermaids. “I-I-I do apologize ladies, but the Princess and I are in a bit of a-”

“Are you a sorcerer?” The black-haired mermaid swam forward, intrigued by the wand he had currently in his hands possession. 

“Hm?” Cedric directed his attention to where the mermaid had been gazing dreamily, realizing he had been up in arms with his greatest magical tool this whole time. “Oh, um..” he then looked around at the array of adoring faces awaiting for his response. In all honesty it kind of unsettled and yet.. it also flattered him. He would be lying if he told himself that he wouldn’t perhaps enjoy indulging in this sort of attention, just a little. 

“I-I am.” He stated, though that statement was true, he still seeming a little confused and frazzled. However, that response alone was enough to make the mergirls squeal with excitement. 

“Can you show us some tricks?” The blonde one spoke up.

“Oh, well, um, I-I don’t think we really have the ti-” 

“Where’d you get your wand?” The red head intervened.

“That’s actually a funny story! You see I-”

The loud throat-clearing of the princess alerted Cedric to not continue with his story unless they wanted to be there all day. 

“Mr. Cedric, I don’t think we have time for that.” She pointed to her enchantlet, tapping it as if it were a watch. 

Cedric nodded at Sofia, affirming his dedication to get this over with. However, the attention of a particularly bold mermaid caught Cedric’s eye back. A brunette with a dark purple tail swam up to the shore and leaned forward to Cedric on her elbows. “So, Mr. Cedric, do you swim at all~?” She drawled in a sultry manner as she looked up at him through lidded eyes and a confident curl of her lips. This caused a rupture of giggles and whispering from her mermaid companions. In Cedric, it caused what he was sure was the fieriest blush he’s ever felt in his life rise up in his cheeks, knowing he was definitely beat red by now. Not to mention the spike his blood pressure went through at hearing that comment. 

Sofia sighed, lowering her head in defeat. At this rate, she wasn’t gonna get anywhere in finding that key. Not with these mermaids short attention spans. 

The sound of water swishing by the princess’s feet startled her, casing her to turn her head to the water where a “Pstt, hey, Princess!” had sounded. 

Sofia spotted that curly black haired mermaid, who must’ve slipped from the crowd among noticing her distraught. “Is there something you need, honey?” 

The protector smiled in relief, rushing up to the coast line and kneeling down to meet at eye-level with the mermaid.  

“Yes, do you think you can help me?” She asked.

The mermaid chuckled, waving a hand. “Oh of course I can, sugar! You’ll have to excuse me and the girls this whole time, we’re very...” she and Sofia looked over at the rest of her merfriends, who were still gushing over the very frazzled sorcerer, keeping him knelt at the shoreline as one reached up to tuck a lavender sea flower in his hair over top of his ear. They all squealed and giggled at how cute he looked with it.

“distracted easily.” She shook her head, turning her attention back to the princess. 

Sofia giggled at the wholesome sight. “That’s okay.” She turned back to the mermaid. “I’m just glad you’re here now. Do you think you can help me find this?” She lifted up her enchantlet, tapping it to let the whip form it’s image-creating loop, manifesting the sight of a large, sky blue key with an orange starfish that made of the end of the handle. There was a large red jewel installed in the starfish's center, and tiny diamonds aligned the length of the key. “It’s the starfish key, it’s supposed to help open an enchanted chest that needs to be protected.”

The mermaid brightened with familiarity at the sight of the image, straightening up and flipping her tail. “Well why didn’t you say so? I’ll go get it for you!” In a flash, the mermaid dove off back into the water, causing some droplets to splash into Sofia’s face. 

Sofia coughed, wiping the water off her cheeks as she contemplated how easy that was. Well, she supposed it wasn't all that easy. Getting the mermaids to even focus on one thing for long was a challenge on it’s own, but the princess was at least expecting some kind of fight to be put up since what she was asking for was very important. Though, she supposed since she was recognized as a protector, she did have some authority in this realm.

In a mere minute, the mermaid popped back up out of the water, giving the princess a warm smile. Sofia returned her expression and eagerly leaned in as the mermaid had lifted one hand out if the water to reveal the long awaited starfish key exact to the one in the picture. “Is this what you’re looking for, sweet pea?” She drawled, handing the key to the princess. 

“Yes.” Sofia nodded, looking down at the object in her hands. It was a lot more glow-y than in the picture, a gold aura quickly seeped out from it once it hit the air. “Thank you.” 

“Anytime!” The fish lady chirped. “My name’s Quinta, by the way.” She affirmed, resting a hand on her chest to gesture towards herself. 

“Sofia.” The princess stood up to curtsy, addressing herself in return. Then, with key in hand, she turned to Cedric and waved it in the air. “Mr. Cedric!” She called, cupping one hand to her mouth to overpower the noise of the giggling and inquiries of the other mermaids that were still flocked around him. 

The sorcerer’s attention was quickly caught, he turned his head to the princess and beamed, standing up to signal that he was ready to go. “Oh thank goodness you found it!” He exclaimed, a little relived. 

“Actually, it was Quinta.” Sofia smiled, nodding over the the mermaid beside her. She waved at Cedric, who in return waved back.

Sofia rushed up to the sorcerer, tugging on his robe sleeve. “Come on, we have to get this back to HQ.” 

“Right.” Cedric nodded, about to bid the mermaids a polite goodbye. He was interrupted by the feeling of a hand reach out and grab his, tugging gently on his arm. He looked down to see the pleading eyes of the red haired mermaid, along with her other now sad-faced friends crowding in closer to the shore. 

“Do you have to go?” The redhead whined cutely, sticking out her bottom lip. 

“Uh...” Cedric panicked, looking fearfully at all the pouting lips and pleading gazes, afraid of upsetting them he was unsure how to answer. 

Sofia sighed, knowing there’s no way that Cedric, being the kind of person he was, still a little afraid of disappointing people, stepped in to help him. “I’m sorry, but we really have to go. It’s important for the Mystic Isles.” She stood in between the mermaids and her sorcerer, separating them.

“Awwwwww.” The mermaids cried in unison, their shoulders slumping and their expressions dropping. 

“But don’t worry, we’ll probably be coming back at some point!” Sofia chimed, trying to instill a bit of hopefulness into the group as she began to usher Cedric out of the cove, very similarly to how Chrysta had been doing to them earlier when getting them into the coach.

“Hmm, okay!” One chirped hopefully, reaching up to wave the two goodbye. “Bye Princess! Bye Cedric!” 

“Yeah, bye you two!” Another jumped in.

“Hope to see you guys soon!” The blonde called. 

Sofia and Cedric waved politely as they continued to make their way out, looking over their shoulders and at the mermaids briefly before turning around and pulling back the seaweed curtain. Cedric had offered for Sofia to go first, lifting the ocean veil for her, the princess smiled up at him and just before completely disappearing, turned back over her shoulder to see that Quinta was still there, giving Sofia a grin and waving goodbye as well. Sofia smiled back to silently thank her for all her help, and left with her sorcerer.

“Well, that was...” Cedric commented, not really sure how to continue with that as they both walked to the coach. On one hand, the mermaids were incredibly lovely and friendly, but on the other hand, it was all so sudden and quick that he wondered if it even actually happened.

Sofia giggled. “Interesting.” She finished the statement for him, stopping by the coach as Cedric opened the door for her. “Very interesting.” She hopped inside.

“Yes, I should say so, Princess.” Cedric agreed, still in between a state of contentment and confusion, stepping into the coach behind her. 

The princess let out another chortle, hiding her grin behind her hand as she had noticed something... new about Cedric when she sat across from him. Much to his further confusion. 

“What? What is it now?” He panicked. 

Sofia pointed to the side of her head, just above her ear. “I like your flower.” She teased, making Cedric’s hand fly up to his hair. He ruffled around up there with an embarrassed blush before pulling out the flora from his locks and holding it in front of his face. 

“Oh what is with this place and putting flowers on me?” He grumbled, stuffing that flower into his other pocket. 

Sofia grinned cheekily. “I thought it looked cute.” 

Cedric crossed his arms and sat back in his seat, feigning a grumpy facade that hadn’t fooled the princess in years. She knew he fully intended to keep that flower, and the crown he was gifted. 

As the coach continued to sore through the air, it went off to take them to the next Isle. Their journey here only beginning. 

[faeryqueenwitch]

🍃Elementals🍃

Art By @pinktofuart 

🍃When magicians talk about the elements, they don’t mean the periodic table you learned about in school. They’re referring to the four elements- air,earth,water,fire- that make up the natural world and beyond. Since ancient times, myths and legends have spoken about supernatural beings who fly through the air, burrow beneath the earth, or swim in the ocean’s depths. But these magical creatures don’t simply reside in these regions; they serve as guardians and ambassadors of their respective realms. Some people might describe them as energetic forces rather than specific entities, and they go by different names in different mystical traditions. In Eastern mysticism, divine beings known as devas (similar to angels or minor deities) direct the nature spirits. In the fairy world, the three most popular elementals are known as sylphs, sprites, and water nymphs. Fire fairies called salamanders also show up from time to time, but they’re less prevalent.

🍃 “The function of the nature spirits of woodland,meadow and garden... is to furnish the vital connecting link between the stimulating energy of the sun and the raw material of the form. That growth of a plant which we regard as the customary and inevitable result of associating the three factors of sun, seed, and soil would never take place if the fairy builders were absent” - Edward Gardner, quoted in Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s The Coming Of The Fairies.

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🍃 SYLPHS: AIR ELEMENTALS 🍃

Art by: @pinktofuart

🍃 Tinker bell and her flying friends fall into this category of nature spirits. But sylphs aren’t just cute and delicate winged beings, as contemporary films and children’s book portray them- they handle lots of things related to the air and sky. In addition to possessing the ability to fly, sylphs have the power to manipulate the winds, influence air quality, and help earthlings breathe- some sources say they’re busy cleaning up chemtrails these days. The also assist birds and flying insects.

🍃 SPRITES: EARTH ELEMENTALS  🍃 

🍃 Those little green guys you see in the garden are probably sprites (though not all sprites are green or little.) Earth elementals include a large cast of characters, such as tree guardians,gnomes,dryads, and some pixies and elves. These nature spirits aid the growth of flowers,trees, and other plants- if you look closely , you might spot them sitting in a tree or resting beneath a blackberry bush.When autumn comes, they change from green to red,orange,and gold. Earth elementals also play an important role in helping the earth heal from the effects of pollution, deforestation, mining, and other forms of destruction.

🍃 WATER NYMPHS: WATER ELEMENTALS  🍃 

🍃 Also known as undines, these spirits splash about in the waters of the world. Mermaids fall into this category, too. Usually depicted as beautiful young females, water nymphs perform a variety of tasks, from nourishing life on earth to regulating the tides to inspiring artists and poets. They also protect fish and aquatic creatures and- if they choose- guide humans on sea voyages. In recent times, these elementals have been working hard to offset the effects of water pollution and the destruction of marine habitat.

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SOURCE: FAIRIES: THE MYTHS,LEGENDS, & LORE BY: SKYE ALEXANDER

[cherrymoonvol6]

the worst thing about the politician is that it reeks of missed potential

like, the whole politician thing, the way payton and his team are analyzing their chances and the way they can plan forward to turn the tables on the election, i thought it was a good beginning for a further conversation on political correctness, and i was so excited to see what they could do about it since i don’t think any other teen drama has ever touched on that subject. and they did... nothing about it really, more than poke fun at the concept whenever the tone wanted to and just leave it at that.

then we see the scene where payton and river meet and not only they have this instant chemistry, but they establish river as the second person (payton’s mom being the first) which whom payton can behave like a normal person with, and a healthy outlet for his feelings. but then river is dead halfway into the episode, and payton loses that chance immediately. since river ends up being so underdeveloped, he reads more like this manic pixie dream girl character lmao, as he only is there to help and smile lovingly at payton and nothing else. then, river transforms in this ghost guru sort of figure than payton can fucking “conjure” when he feels a lost (tbh i’m so fed up with shows pulling this dumb stunt, yes i’m looking at you 13rw)

and just speaking of payton and river in general, their whole relationship goes to the bin in the very first episode. i like the subtext of river trying to use romance to evade talking about his own feelings and they did a great job at implying river wasn’t okay (though it would’ve been better if it had came before river talked about his first suicide attempt, but whatever), but again he dies before anything can be done about his character, missing another chance to speak about mental illness/suicide. we can see that they have this instant chemistry and we appreciate it on other flashbacks, but like, nothing is done about it. river kissing payton is then used by astrid to get payton to be in a threesome with them, which just ??? happens??? and doesn’t affect the plot or the characters in the slightest, besides just being used as a petty tool to blackmail/humiliate the other (only twice and it doesn’t even WORK). and we’re supposed to clap and cheer that we got that “bi representation” with a stereotypical threesome and then payton only saying he’s “obsessed” with him to his girlfriend alice, never once saying he’s attracted or in love with him (there’s subtext, yes. but since they made them fucking kiss to put it on the trailer and get those sweet sweet views, they should’ve also declared if they were actually in love or not)

river’s death doesn’t impact the plot in any way, and it only serves to tell the audience that payton can’t “feel” his feelings (and i’m pretty sure it’s established in other scenes too), and that’s it. it’s not a turning point for astrid either, as she seems to frankly not give a shit about it (and when that’s discussed with her dad, again, it’s never a source of change for astrid as much as running away with fucking ricardo is). the election isn’t affected by it because astrid jumps immediately to take river’s place as a candidate, which was more or less what was happening when river was the candidate, so nothing changes. and then there’s the anti-gun campaign, that has payton using river’s suicide to justify its existence and since the scene is part of a plan to discredit astrid’s candidature, it’s super impersonal and disingenuous to payton and river’s relationship. not a hint of mental health talk here either.

every established or introduced romantic/sexual relationship is like, shredded to pieces for whatever reason, and while some of them make sense (infinity and ricardo, maaaaybe payton and alice) there’s not really a point in showing us that x and y character are happy together in one episode to fill them with problems in the next one, and this happens multiple times (with mcafee and skye being the WORST). after payton ignores alice and only uses her like a tool during the election, with him only showing affection to her when she’s helping him or getting him out of troubles, i find it hard to believe he’d be sooo in love with her (in the very last episode, jfc) to try to convince her to abandon her fianceé. if anything, i think that’d be a good place to state that since payton has been dealing better with his emotions, maybe he’s clinging onto the idea of loving his “high-school sweetheart” because he feels like he has to, or to justify his impulsiveness, but again there’s absolutely no depth to payton’s mental health besides the payton-the-politician vs payton-the-human-being tension.

just... i find it hard to believe they missed so many things they could’ve talked about. for fuck’s sake, payton (and us) witnesses a fucking suicide from someone very dear to him and it never impacts anyone in any way, and only river’s “ghost” tells us his suicide motivation in the cheesiest way possible. not only that but the tone in this show is all over the place, sometimes being too overdramatic in the darker scenes that you just don’t know if this is supposed to be funny or be taken seriously, or weirdly timed comedy being slapped in one scene because hey audience, laugh a little more i guess. it’s too bad that i’m already to attached at some of the characters, a real boomer because i know nothing will be done to expand on these issues on the next season.

[rpandthangs]

So, I have no chill, too much muse and too much time on my hands. (really, I’m suppose to write some schoolwork but pff) Down below, heuheu, there’s plenty of different relationships/plots I’d like for Ronan but I’m also super open to different ones and more, so if any of these interest you or you just in general want to plot hmu. ❤

trigger warning；toxic relationships and infadility

the childhood friend ↽

+ best friend, born 1993, open gender, open fc.

These two grew up together and known each other when they still were in their mother’s bellies, Q’s family has always worked for the Lynah’s and their fathers became close in the aspect of work and friendship. Therefor their families were often together but it was pretty clear that the Lynah was superior, almost a master – servant kind of vibe around them and that’s how it has always been. Q’s is probably the only one who actually understands how Ronan thinks, knows where all that anger and evil is and absolutely hates Magnus Lynah beyond anything.

Q’s always been there, always taking Ronan side even if he doesn’t deserve it, they were each other first kiss, he was the one who took Q’s virginity because they had made a promise that they should wait until both of them were ready (Ronan said he was a virgin too to make Q happy but he wasn’t), Q is probably the only one who might be able to tell Ronan what to do and not to do, Q keeps Ronan sane while Ronan make Q insane. Ronan is Q’s biggest fan and biggest bully; he knows damn well that Q has always loved him beyond friendship and abuses that very clearly without admitting that he knows. Q’s the person he treats the best and the worst and with every relationship Ronan has a hand in is pretty toxic.

When Ronan got sent to Silver Creek it wasn’t even a question if Q would move to; Q had too because Ronan can’t live without his best friend and what Ronan wants he gets. The future of Q and what Q works with/studies and anything like that is completely open, Q’s might even get tired of his shit finally and tell him to fuck right off. Who knows, and I’m just using Q to refer to the best friend to make it easier to write. All this can of course be tweaked and changed a bit, I’m always up for discussing all them plot and dynamics.

the best friend ↽

Open age, open gender, open fc.

This is completely open and can even be someone he met two years ago when he moved to Silver Creek? They just happened to connect on a level that is not very common when it comes to Ronan, they’re probably has a less complicated relationship than he and Q but still very close. Talks about everything, always got each other back even if they totally do not agree with each other, does a lot of stupid shit together etc. This is super open to be honest so I’m all for discussion more possibilities and depths in this best friend situation. Just because this person also is his best friend doesn’t mean he/she likes Q, maybe they fucking hate each other or loves each other – who knows.

friendships; Of course, he as other kind of more simple friendships such as friends he mostly just parties with or might just take a coffee with each other if they meet out on town. (he most likely has people he’s frenemies with or just people who he can’t stand and who can’t stand him)

current girlfriend ↽

pixie de souza, 25, bruna marquezine, jo

Totally open, they most likely just met a few weeks ago or at least decided to start dating as gf/bf a few weeks ago. Super open so come at me with all them ideas, I’m always up for plotting and the drama. Just a reminder that he will cheat, lie and be a proper asshole from time to time – at least he will buy you pretty and expensive shit.

on/off girlfriend for two years ↽

melanie applebaum, 24, victoria pedretti, chloe

They met when he just arrived to Silver Creek, probably the typical good girl – everyone’s sweetheart, everyone knows her, her father is probably the freaking preacher. Everything that just shouldn’t have anything with Ronan to do, so obviously her friends and family hates him and tells her constantly that he’s not good enough etc. Which is very… true but she also absolutely fucking loves him? And don’t want to be the one that gives up on him, but he’s also horrible so she tries to break up with him but then they always somehow end up back together… and Ronan will probably realize that he actually cares for her when it’s too late. Also, maybe a future pregnancy that may or may not force Ronan into an absolute mental breakdown and maybe become a good person… maybe. This is also pretty open to be honest, I’m always up for other ideas etc. but I like the dynamic of good girl/bad guy. Nothing is set in stone though.

ex-girlfriends ↽

Open ages, open faces.

Ronan has definitely managed to go through a few relationships during his two years in Silver Creek, they’re probably pretty short and intense. They most likely broke up with him because he’s a cheating asshole and he got tired of lying about it so there wasn’t much more to save, doesn’t have to be serious at all or maybe it was serious as well? Super open, there’s plenty of fun plots and dram to throw in here some come at me.

friends with benefits/hook-ups ↽

Open ages, open genders, open faces.

This is what Ronan prefers so I’m guessing he has plenty of people in his mobile that he or they just text him when they’re… feeling lonely. That doesn’t care if he’s in a relationship and people that do, again – there’s plenty of dramatic scenarios we could come up with in this category as well. Though, when it comes to hook-ups with males, they’re a few and in secret – which also could be a fun and dramatic relationship. Gay panic in secret with his ultimate enemy? Or someones brother? Plenty of scandalous things can be plotted so come at me.

jazmin estrada, 26, selena gomez, skye literally just uses him for sex when she needs to get her mind off things, smh love that.

aspen kaine, 22, troye sivan, elin friends with aspen's horrible boyfriend and oops, hooked up. kinda hate each other, kinda not, they both got dirt on each other that they don't want to be known... it's complicated

In general Ronan is the “bad guy” so do you need someone to be the bad guy or be the one who does something shitty to your char – he’s here to be that one. Would love a plot where he gets together with someone just for a bet, to get a picture of the person naked or worse – who knows. SO MANY THINGS I WANT, anyhow, I obviously have no chill and I have too much time on my hands.