#when they keep showing up under eah…

[athena-xox]

As a Sofia the first fan for a decade, who’s your favorite princess? Was the show part of your childhood or adulthood like mine?

Oooh okay

I know that lots of ppl don’t like her but I love Sofia, I feel like we had similar looks when I was younger so I just liked her

Also Amber, I mean you could really tell when there was like a different writer or director for each episode because her character development will get forgotten for a few episodes lol

Also Clio and Hildy bc they’re just so iconic

And don’t get me started on Vivian - SABRINA CARPENTER

Ik those are like ‘the main princesses’ but like they had screen time for a reason

It was definitely a show of my childhood, idk when it came out, it came out 2013, so definitely my childhood, I would have been five 😭😭

I used to spend Friday nights at my Nana’s house up until she moved out of town (I am in fact her favourite, she’s admitted it) and stf was my fav on Disney junior 

And then during Covid I BEGGED my parents to get Disney and I ended up binging stf and I realized the plot was so good, especially in the later seasons?!?!

And that was middle school for me and I had a whole Disney phase of being a Disney theorist (grandmum being sisters with queen Rita and Zandar being the lead ones) and my first time ever reading fanfiction was Sofia the first

I’m also doing my French project on Sofia the first…

Idk I was like in the Wattpad (oh god) fandom like 4 years ago

Idk I’m a girls girly, so like I’m in it for the princesses (and the other girls) and the female villains, I love the aesthetics of the show, the nostalgia, and the season 3/4 over arching plot

[llumimoon]

making an AU based off a show based off a doll line means I go WAY TOO HARD on trying to figure out the fits.

here are the designs for the Ever After High AU !!! :D the story this time around is like. WAY too complicated to explain in one post but like the super duper summarized version is this:

For generations the citizens of Ever After have been following the tradition of signing a magical contract in the Storybook of Legends promising to relive their parents' fairytales to keep the stories alive. But there's a bit of an uproar when the newest Evil Queen in ages refuses to follow her destiny and things start to get a little complicated as the students at Ever After High realize that maybe not everything has been played by the book in the past. When Normal breaks a magic mirror he REALLY wasn't supposed to find, his life and story are thrown into chaos. Add in some wildcard Wonderlandians and now nothing's going according to the script. Is a happily ever after really possible?

The AU doesn't follow the show to an exact T, we mostly borrowed some elements and the initial Raven and Apple conflict so there's quite a lot of surprises in store :3c

(EAH AU made by @rindomness, @kaseyskat, and I!! <3 :])

Edit: more designs

image description under the cut

[ID: Four Images of dndads season 2 characters in an Ever After High AU, the first two images being design pages and the last two being doodle pages.

Image 1: A character line up of three designs, from left to right Scary Marlowe, Normal Oak, and Hermie Unworthy. They are each labeled with the fairytale characters they represent, from left to right Evil Queen, Snow White, and Mad Hatter. Hermie has a speech bubble that says "Hello ~ Audience! (yes you looking here)". On the far left Scary stands with her left hand on her hip and her right hand resting palm up with swirlfs of magenta and purple magic coming up from it. She has a serious look on her face and is wearing black mascara and purple eyeshadow. Her hair is various shades of purple to pink and is put up in a side ponytail with a spiky silver hair accessory along with a silver chain around her forehead. She is wearing a black cape with a magenta underside and a sleeveless ankle length dress and long fishnet gloves. The dress has a fishnet neckline and a purple jewel with silver wings on her chest that connects to the hood of her cape. There are chains that connect on he bottom of the jewl to loop around her back. She is wearing a black corset with silver lacing and the bottom of the corset is embellished with silver feathers and a stylized silver crow head. The skirt has a slit down the right leg that is connected with a silver chain and has a dark purple mesh layer on the top half of it. She is wearing black leggings underneath and platform ankle boots that are also decorated with mesh, chains, and lace. She has spiky silver bracelets and fingerless gloves on the back of her hand that connect to a silver ring with a purple gem on her middle finger. To her right stands Normal who is at shoulder length height to Scary and stands up to Hermie's eyes on his left. Normal stands with his right hand up holding a red apple and his left hand playfully posed out by his side. He is smiling cheerfully with an open mouth and has one green and one brown eye. He is wearinf a small tilted red and gold heart shaped crown with a teal bow on the bottom. He has short curly brown hair. He is wearing a white high collared shirt with long sleeves, lace details, and puffy teal shoulders. He has a short red cape attached to a big red bow with gold trip on his chest and a gold apple brooch in the center. He has a brown belt with a gold buckle and gold chains connected to the belt loops. He has puffy teal shorts with three red slits on each side and a white lace trim. He has sheer white tights with white vertical strips and red and white boots with gold detailing and a brown heel. To his left stands Hermie who has his right hand holding a teacup filled with tea at his stomach and his right hand is up to wave at the viewer. He is smirking and has teal hair with various turquoise and pink highlights. He is wearing a purple and magenta striped hat wirh a teal polkadot bow. He also is wearing teal glasses with a circle and square frame with purple and pink lenses and a rose gold glasses chain. He has a striped teal vest that has a long coat tail with pink and purple detailing on the underside. He has a rose gold pocket watch in his vest pocket and a purple and magenta bow on his chest. The collared shirt underneath is a light striped pink and lavender with puffy sleeves that turn into big circle sleeves with a lace trim. He has pink and purple gloves with a magenta ribbon around his wrists. His skirt is mid thigh length and has three layers, the top layer is magenta and has teal and purple polkadots, the second layer is vertically striped with pink and lavender, and the bottom layer is lavender lace, and the whole skirt has rose gold detailing. He has thigh high horizontally striped socks with lace trim and teal, pink, and purple heel boots with purple bows and laces.

Image 2: A character lineup of two designs, zoomed in so that the lower legs are cut off. Link is on the left labeled Prince Charming while Taylor is on the right labeled Queen of Hearts. Taylor has a mischievous smile on his face and his fist in the air as he shouts "Off with their heads!" while Link has one hand up to stifle a laugh and a fond expression and the other hand rests on the hilt of his sword on his belt. Link is dressed in white and gold princely attire that matches Normal's color scheme and a similar but longer red cape and a teal belt sash. He has gold shoulder tassels and a simple golden crown. Taylor has red streaks in his hair and two heart shaped space buns. He also has a golden crown with red heart shaped gems on them, a heart card earring, and a red collar with a heart lock charm. His dress has a high white neck collar that goes around the back of his head and connects to a short jacket with puffy red and black striped sleeves and a white lace trim and golden heart lapel pins connected by a chain. The dress has a sweetheart neckline and is split down to his waist in a V shape in order to mimics the appearance of a white heart on his top. The dress then flares out into a big poofy skirt that has frills at the bottom and has big red and black stripes on it. A sheer top skirt has a white and gold checkered diamond pattern on it. He also has white and red striped tights and black mary janes with a red heel and a golden heart clasp. He's also holding a golden staff with a red heart jewl at the top.

Image 3: A dark grey doodle page on a light grey background. Normal is standing with an exasperated expression on his face and is squatting with his arms out shouting "Am I the only one who cares about following our destinies!?". In the bottom left corner Link os holding Taylor in a princess carry, the both of them grinning with their eyes closed. An arrow is pointing at Link that is labeled 'was supposed to be Norm's prince'. Scary is in the bottom right turned toward Normal with her tongue sticking out and her middle finger up. Her bangs obscure her face. Hermie is in the top right looking at the viewer with his hand cupped toward his face saying "Don't worry, he'll figure it out" with a knowing smile. His eyes are obscured by his glasses.

Image 4: A dark grey doodle page on a light grey background with a sequence of events that go from left to right down the page. Normal is looking desperately up at Scary and clutching an injured arm while Scary looks concernedly down at Normal with her hands hovering. Behind her stands Hermie who's in a intense thinking pose with a hand on his chin. Scary says "Norm what-" and is interrupted by Normal saying "I need your help. I didn't know where else to go." Hermie has a thought bubble above his head that says "Is this im the script?" The next section has Hermie snapping with his eyes closed saying "I'll make it a comedy then, that'll fix it." The next section shows a loud bang on the door behind Normal who looks surprised and the section after has someone outside the door say "Oh thank GOD," while Normal sighs in relief. The last section has Scary with a frustrated look on her face and her hands up with magic energy coming up saying in all caps "Ok what the fuck is going on." /end ID]

[4rainynite]

EAH Dorm Rooms Headcanons pt 22

Teachers Addition

It wouldn't be high school without the teachers and to teach the students passed down legacies.

A good majority of the adults went to Ever After High School and some even became teachers to teach the future generation.

At the end of the day teachers need a place to sleep and we get to see who roomed with who during their high school years.

The teachers' living quarters are between the boys and girls dorm and is smaller than the students' dormitory.

Like the students each room is design to fit the persons personality.

Headmasters Milton and Giles Grimm

Brothers Milton and Giles created Ever After High to teach the future fairy tales their storybook legacies. Overtime Giles notice how some destinies weren't equal even if some were happy ever afters. Giles purposed a way to make everyone happy, but Milton didn't agree. Still traumatized of almost losing Giles when they were children made him deadset on following the pre-determined fates and because he fears he'll lose power. There was a huge fight and Milton cursed his brother to speak Riddlish and banish him to the Vault of Lost Tales.

Being co-headmasters and founders of Ever After High School, Milton and Giles have the biggest rooms in the living quarters.

Milton's room is similar to his office: full of portraits of himself, full of awards, clean, expensive furniture, posh, with a canopy bed, and blue.

Giles's room is similar to the Vault of Lost Tales: messy, papers everywhere, books piled high, mix-matched furniture, and red.

When Milton cursed Giles the police investigated and closed his room up. Milton avoided the room at all crime to not feel guilt for what he had done to his brother.

When, Giles is free from his curse (he didn't get cured in Thronecoming) and Milton is arrested for his crimes, everyone predicts that Giles will throw away Milton's things. But, he doesn't. Giles lets it be, even after his brother's betrayel he refuses to touch the room.

Baba Yaga

Baba Yaga teaches home-evilnomics and facility advisor and though she sides with Headmaster Grimm with destiny she's less strict and willing to show sympathy for those who want change.

Baba Yaga doesn't need a room due to her living in her cottage/office with chicken legs so it changes locations and we've seen it plenty of times in the show.

Her cottage has Slavic designs, candles, spell books, potions, and she has a steering wheel to control the hut.

I believe Baba Yaga's cottage/office is like the shotgun houses from my home state Louisiana. For those who don't know what a shotgun house is it's a narrow house (front to back) and each room is divided for better examples: 1 2 3. The first section is her office, second potion making section, third kitchen, fourth bathroom, and last bedroom.

Mr. Breaker Badwolf

Breaker Badwolf was a student at Ever After High School where he studied (met the love of his life Ruby Hood and had a daughter) and now teaches General Villainy.

Breaker's room resembles a wolf's cave like his niece Ramona's room with rock formations, dim lighting, and leather furniture.

He seems like a hunter to me, so he has a collection of traps and snares in his room.

He keeps a two-way-book to speak with his with, photos of Ruby & Cerise, and letters from her hidden away in his room.

The White Queen

After, evacuating Wonderland due to the Evil Queen's curse, she and her fellow Wonderlanders escaped to Ever After. She got a job at Ever After High School as the new Princessology teacher.

Like all the Wonderlanders her room is messy, but in a organized chaos sort of way.

Her room is styled like a chessboard with Wonderland decor.

Maid Martha Marion

Maid Marion is the teacher of damsel-in-distress class and mother of Sparrow Hood.

Her cartoon and book appearance are drastically different in the show she looks like the perfect damsel while in the book she was described as:

Madam Maid Marian set a black bag under the desk, then removed her cone hat. Her hair was chestnut and cut in a short bob. She was fresh-faced, with no makeup. A few freckles dotted her wide nose and high cheekbones. She wore the colors of the forest, with a moss-green tunic and brown leggings. A pair of green feather earrings completed the woodsy look. Her suede boots looked super comfortable.

Appearances aside Unlike other damsels-In-distress she teaches her students to save themselves.

Her room is a hodgepodge of luxurious queen/ forest decor.

She definitely has exercise equipment and hunting gear like bows and arrows in her room.

Coach Gingerbreadman

Coachh Gingerbreadman is the gym teacher who encourages his students to run faster to avoid crazed bakers.

His room is more of a gym than a bedroom with a treadmill, weights, a rowing machine, and etc.

His room is mostly candy & gingerbread decor with trophies decorating the walls.

Evil Step-Librarians

Evil Step-Librarians (Stephanie and Sissy) are the librarians of the school, one is the mother of Prudence and Charlotte, and Cinderella's stepsisters.

While other staff members have their own room, they share one while at Ever After High School.

Their room has a gaudy luxury feel to it. Like everything cost of money but it looks cheaply made and tacky. And everything is bejeweled.

Since they're librarians the room has multiply bookcases with trashy romance novels.

Prof. Jack B. Nimble

Prof. Jack B. Nimble is the of tall tales and seems to be a popular teacher among the students.

Prof. Jack has a huge candle collection ranging from size, colors, and scents. He has the cleanest smelling room in the teachers' sleeping area.

As you can see by his desk most of the furniture in his room is candle themed.

Because of this the sprinkler system goes off in his room a lot (similar to Faybelle).

He also has a huge bookcase where he keeps a collection tale tales and poems.

Prof. Pied Piper

Prof. Alto Pied Piper is the music teacher and the father of Melody Piper.

His room is similar to the music classroom with many instruments and music books.

He keeps his Imperial Gold Turntables in his room when not using them in his class.

He has a mini fridge stocked with snacks for his pet rats.

He owns a huge collection of flutes and vinyl discs.

Rumpelstiltskin

Rumpelstiltskin teaches chemistry and is one of the least popular teachers in the school due making students spin straw to gold for extra credit.

His room is probably one of the messiest rooms in the teachers' living quarters and screams goblin core.

He has a spinning wheel that he uses to spin his own gold.

Momma and Papa Bear

Ursula and Bernard are a married couple so obviously they share a room together.

Their room is cottage core with bear cave elements.

Like their story sleep in separate beds since Poppa likes his mattress firm and Momma likes her mattress soft.

Ursula teaches cooking class so she has a ton of cookbooks and Bernard teaches beast training and keeps many cages and pet supplies in their room.

Their son, Teddy, sometimes visits them when not in class.

Author's note: We were robbed that they never appeared in the show!

Hagatha

Hagatha is the school's lunch lady who is infamous for her porridge which she adds artificial lumps to.

Can't really say too much about her so maybe insects motifs on her dress she has food and bug decor in her room.

Mrs. Trollsworth

Mrs. Trollsworth is the secretery and Headmaster Grimm's assistant in his schemes.

Being a troll, her room is messy with a mix of grandma parlor room decor.

Mr. Green Thumb - Is the groundkeeper/gardener, due to his small size he most likely has the smallest room in the teachers' living quarters. It most likely full of gardening equipment and indoor plants.

Prof. Card - Prof. Card with the other Wonderlanders evacuated after the Evil Queen's curse, he is the current art teacher at Ever After High School. His room is full of art supplies and has a few weapons since he was a guard.

Prof. Knight - Prof. Knight teaches Hero Training and is one of the oldest teachers in the school who still remembers the art of knighthood. His room is decorated with suits of armor, swords, and horse decor.

Well, that's all the staff at Ever After High School!

[spontaneousful]

Losercule Hcs!

headcanons headcanons and ideas for daring + sparrow + chase + hopper ship inspired by @ara270904 (but I added hopper, bc how can they be complete without their missing loser)

They are all such big losers, but they are drastically different types of losers and none of them think they are losers. I want to study them under a microscope.

as far as their actual relationship goes, idk bro. are they dating, are they in a qpr, closed or open relationship, are they even aware that they're into each other? all of these are equally good, so like, it just depends what i'm in the mood for honestly

When Sparrow and Chase hang out quietly, Daring and Hopper are not invited

Sparrow will hyperfocus and be very quiet when he is working on his music, writing, and planning, and doing all of the behind the scene stuff for the Merry Men. Chase will sit near him and work on thronework, text other friends, just chill, whatever.

Daring and Hopper cannot sit still. Sparrow cannot focus when they're around, because he'll see them moving in the corner of his eye, or they'll be too loud and it distracts him, because he has to know what's happening. So, they get kicked out when Sparrow is working.

Sparrow, Daring, and Hopper are all bi. Chase is panromantic asexual. The bi guys argue about who is/was/could be (based on their current relationship to each other) getting the most guys and gals and Chase just watches in amusement.

Every so often Chase will throw out the most off-the-wall bonkers take to keep them fighting about it.

Sparrow and Daring fight/compete with each other all of the time, but Hopper and Chase are in on it. They're either betting which one will win or actively participating. Chase will be the first one to realize when they've gone to far and Daring is usually the first to agree with him. Then they have to work together to defuse the Sparrow/Hopper bomb because they will keep going until the world implodes.

Daring and Chase just have more respect for rules and authority than the other two do.

Also, every time, Daring is like, 'it doesn't even matter that I have to drop out of the competition because it has gotten too extreme and it is my princely duty to maintain order. if I had continued, I would have won, because I am the best, and that's what counts.' And it pisses the other three off every time.

Sparrow and Hopper convince Daring and Chase to let them dye their hair red (somehow for some reason) and it is the most horrendous thing anyone in Ever After has ever seen. Even the natural Charming charm can't quite save Daring in this situation.

Daring and Hopper are obsessed with finding new and obscure board games to play, and all of the guys in eah know to go to their dorm room for a wacky fun time.

However, as the relationship starts to develop, the losercule ends up spending most of their time in Daring and Hopper's room. Because of this, the rest of the guys grow weary of going in there, as they do not want to be caught up in the sexual/romantic tension alone.

Soon enough, no one is showing up for game night, anymore (not even Dexter will come at Daring's request)

Daring gives Dexter the saddest puppy dog eyes known to man and he almost concedes. Instead, Dexter tells him to start setting up game nights in the one of the commonrooms instead of their dorm.

Game Night is back and better than ever

Hopper didn't like Chase at first because he saw his red color pallette and was like, 'no way is this man taking MY spot as the color red' but then Chase and Daring became friends and so he was basically Hopper's friend by association. and so he begrudingly started hanging out with him and realized he was pretty cool.

Sparrow and Hopper are workout buddies, but they actively avoid hanging out with Daring and Chase, who are inhuman when it comes to physical activity. Daring "Don't worry, with enough practice, you'll get here one day" Charming and Chase "This isn't normal?" Reford whilst doing things incomprehensible to the human mind are not invited to the workout party.

Chase and Daring go to Hocus Latte every week to try the concoction of the week. Sometimes they go together, but its usually a race to see who can get there first and then gloat about it and spoil the surprise of whatever is in the new drink. loser pays, obviously.

They all show their love physically, hugging, kissing, cuddling, fist bumps, tackling, etc

Daring is a gift giver, Chase is all about words of affirmation, Hopper likes spending quality time, and Sparrow loves with acts of service

no matter what their relationship is, everyone else knew something was there before they did. they were completely oblivious to their own feelings + each other's feelings. What if one day, one of them just woke up (in the middle of a cuddle pile) and said "I think I love you guys." and they all just went, "same."

[svnnyd4ys]

(some of the) eah rebel students as incorrect quotes

Cedar: Are we really going to let Raven keep Cerise? Kitty: We kept Maddie.

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Maddie: Awww, why don't you like cats, Raven? They're just snuggly buddies! They have toe beans! They make a little blep! What's not to love?? Raven: I don't know Maddie, I just prefer to be conscious instead of dead on the floor. Maddie: Raven: I'm ALLERGIC.

!!! Kitty: Isn’t it weird that we can’t ride any other animal except horses. Like if horses weren’t a thing, humans would be fucked cause we couldn’t ride any other animals. Like riding animals wouldn’t really be a thing. We should probably be more grateful to horses. Maddie: Elephants. Kitty: Blocked. Cerise: Camels. Kitty: Extra blocked. Cedar: Donkeys. Kitty: Ultra blocked. Raven: That dick. Kitty: ...Followed.

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Raven, looking at a dead phone: How do we bring this thing back to life? Magic? Live sacrifice? I know a guy in town-

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Maddie: *gets a text* Oh! It’s Kitty. Cerise, excitedly: Did they get me the stuff? Maddie: Yeah, they say they got you the clown costume, the power drill, and 12 gallons of blood. Cerise: Wow! Where’d they find 12 gallons of fake blood? Maddie: You wanted fake blood? Cerise: Maddie: I’ll go call Kitty.

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Headmaster Grimm: Raven, I’ve left a letter telling your mother not to worry— Raven: She won’t. Headmaster Grimm: that you’re safe— Raven: That’ll just depress her. Headmaster Grimm: —and you’ll see her in a few weeks. Raven: Do I have to?

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Kitty: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly. Cerise, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

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Maddie: How would you like your tea? Cedar: As dark as my soul. Maddie: Got it, one cup of milk coming right up!

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*at 3am* Kitty: *runs into Cerise’s room and turns on the light* Wake up sleepyhead! Cerise: *wakes up* Dude! Kitty: *cackles* Raven: *sits up from where they were sleeping behind Cerise* What the fuck, Kitty? Kitty: *jaw drops* Wait WHAT-

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Maddie: YOU CHEATED! Cerise: So did my dad, but hey, my mom knew it all and even sorted out their wedding, so what’s the problem? Cedar: I… can confirm that that actually happened. Maddie: …What.

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Kitty: Hey, Cerise, have you thought about having children? Cerise: ... Cerise: Does looking over you and the others not seem like I already do? Because I promise you, it sure feels like it. Kitty: But we're not childr- Cerise, already distracted: MADDIE, PUT THE FIRE DOWN!

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Cerise: Maddie just said "I have an appetite for destruction" and then they reached down and untied my shoe.

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Cedar: You ever see something that changes your life and you're just like "huh.." Raven: I saw you. Cedar: Honestly that's so cute and sweet but it kinda makes this awkward because I was gonna show you a picture of Cerise in a turkey costume.

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Cedar: Did it hurt when you fell- Kitty: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt- Cedar: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs. Kitty: ... Cedar: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

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Maddie: Raven, I rebuke thee! I rebuke thee! Raven: Rebuke? Is that a word? Maddie: You have all invoked my fury! You will all pay recompense for your transgressions! Raven: What, you got like a word-a-day calendar or something?

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Cedar: Plants have feelings too?! What is this? Now I can't have food! Cerise: You can eat a rock. Raven: Air. Kitty: The fabric of time and space. Maddie: Chugging a bottle of bleach can solve all your problems. Cedar: You guys are not helpful.

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Cedar: So anyways have y'all seen Maddie? Cerise: I think they went in Kitty's room 'studying'. Raven: Doubt that. I heard groans there. *Meanwhile in Kitty's room* Maddie & Kitty, fighting:

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[lucalicatteart]

Poll adventure (paventure? lol) Day 7: read the small story tidbit below the poll for more details, OR just vote based on initial impression

(✦ see past poll results + further information HERE (link) ✦)

The winning option of yesterday's poll was that the adventurer should go on a 5 day journey to find the Innkeeper's weird brother who studies animals, and show him the Suspicious Egg….

~

The next morning he wakes early, buzzing with renewed purpose, and also minor back pain from sleeping on old potato sacks.. After a meager breakfast of more free leftover scraps, the Innkeeper stops him before he leaves, giving him a few extra supplies for the long journey, as she can tell he doesn't have much. He packs up and sets out onto the road once again, crumpled sketchy map in hand...

He has a fairly uneventful journey for the first day - waving at the occasional other travelers as they pass, cleaning his boots in a nearby pond, stopping to eat some dumplings whilst watching the sunset, and finally setting up a small tent a short ways off the main path, resting with his cat by a dim campfire until they both fall asleep......

The second day, however, does not start as smoothly.. Only a few hours further down the road, he's met with a large barricade, guarded by a group of what seems like elven soldiers from one of the larger surrounding cities of the area. Practicing his confidence, he puts on his best "brave face" (which to others, appears more as some sort of pained wince, like he might have something in his eye), shakily striding right up to the authority figures he is definitely not afraid of.

"Halt, traveler! You cannot pass."

He sways slightly, struggling to keep his wobbly legs under control, "OH, y-yEAH, ssorry, I was-, hh, I was just walking, ~o-out for a stroooll~, haha, so I .. uh.. o-okay. That's.. okay. But, uh.. could, can.. euh.. C-can I ask why? like... why the, uh... blocking off.. of ... the um.. the-"

"Unfortunately, we are not at liberty to disclose any information on the nature of this current road closure. Our sole duty is to maintain security of the barrier."

"hhHeh, ye.. eAh, for sure, I-I get that.. Duty is.. really so... important in ... today's world.. gotta, um.. do the duties.. or, uh.. .. yeah, but.. so, uhhh... wh-Do you know.. maybe, uh... H-how long you'll, like... be here? guarding... and such...??"

"We'll be here as long as we need to be here."

"...O-okay.. but, like.. uh... any,,.... time estimate? hahahehhh?? like, uh.. a day, or... two, or um...??"

"This matter does not concern you, traveler. Move along."

"Aoh, yeahgh, I.. totally.. totally.. it, uh.. Well.. but it kind of does though,, right? B-because I do, in fact, actually have to go down that road at some p-point sssoo, um,... uh.. I-"

"I said move along."

The guard abruptly takes a step forward, causing The Adventurer to yelp as if he'd been hit, tripping over his own feet and scrambling off on hands and knees, lunging into bushes near the rocky roadside.. After exchanging a confused glance, the guards both shrug, resuming their stoic positions at the barrier.

The Adventurer watches from the uncomfortable safety of some berry brambles, surveying the area at a distance and desperately trying to work out how he can still get where he's trying to go. The map given to him by the Innkeeper is pretty straightforward, not showing alternate paths. Based on his primary map, he could maybe think of a few detours, but he's anxiously unfamiliar with the area... How should he proceed?

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Additional Details - (I decided whenever he gets new items or goals or something, I'll list them at the end just to keep track)

items + to inventory (from the Innkeeper): 2 lunchboxes of vegetable dumplings, 2 canteens of water, a box of tea, one rope, 1 pouch of dried meat, 4 candles, a hand-drawn map

main goal: get to the abandoned castle ruins to see the rare animal specialist about the egg

[lizziedaring]

i think it’d slap if daring and briar were close actually. hear me out. siblings seem like an uncommon thing in eah, not many students have them and when they do it always comes with some form of conflict, because really only one sibling can fulfill their parents destiny. the charmings are the exception to this though; prince charmings are always needed and in canon theres like. dozens of them, and it makes sense!! it makes sense that for them it’s common to have a number of siblings and for those siblings to have destinies!!! on the other hand the beautys only really have one destiny to fulfill and i think it’d be uncommon to have many siblings. still, briar has like seven!!! i think its a good foil story-wise; daring has a few siblings in a family where it’s common but he doesn’t get along with them nor they with him, whereas briar has almost a dozen siblings in a family where it isn’t common, but she loves and is close with every single one of them. and both are the eldest siblings although their experiences are vastly different.

and they don’t even mean to be friends, but they have the same friends and daring is apple’s sort of boyfriend so sometimes. sometimes he ends up picking briar up for a fashion show ashlynn is running that apple can’t go to last minute. and briar is like GIVE ME A MINUTE as she wrangles her brothers to the kitchen for lunch. and daring isn’t stupid or lazy; he has younger cousins and he knows how to work with kids so he helps out. briar makes the dozen sandwiches while daring keeps them entertained and in the kitchen.

really, they don’t mean to be friends but daring visits briar’s house once and all her younger siblings are obsessed with him bc hey! he’s always willing to be the dragon we slay!! so briar ends up visitng his house when her siblings beg and plead to go visit him and shes like FINE. and its alright really bc daring’s parents are nice to any princess, but briar can still feel the tension during dinner when the mr and mrs charming are late and its just daring darling dexter and the dozens of siblings she has at the table. briar is used to a loud house, used to pirate hats hidden under pillows and plastic swords at the dinner table. dinner at the charming’s house is quiet. and she isnt close with any of the charmings but she knows them still, and they seem like strangers in their own house.

she doesn’t talk about it and neither does daring but she understands him a little bit, why he’s so full of bravado in school and why he’s always willing to be the slayed dragon for her siblings. daring’s a big brother who can’t act like it with his own siblings. so if daring sometimes shows up to the house with more pirate swords than briar can manage on her own well. she’s never been one to pry

[captastra]

Day Four

Fandom: The Outer Worlds

Prompts:  Word: play | setting: modern setting/ghost hunter au

Words: 1.5k

The ghost hunters crew finds themselves on site of a run down theater for another investigation. Will they find what they are looking for? @writersmonth

“All set up?” Max asked Parvati as they stood in the middle aisle in the theater.

“Almost…” she gritted her teeth as she fiddled with the contraption she had spent the past few minutes setting up. “Just about” - an audible pop rang out - “there!” She clapped her hands together before standing up triumphantly. “We are all set and ready to capture anything out there.”

“Excellent.”  He turned toward the stage and called out, “Rhea, Nyoka, Felix, are you guys almost done?”

From the balcony above, Nyoka could be heard yelling, “All set up here. Got both sides like the Doc and Par recommended. Heading down now.”

Rhea stepped out onto the stage right as Felix appeared from the other side. “All set here Max” - she waved her hand over her head at him - “got them by the back doors and set up downstage. Right Felix?”

He was looking into the darkness behind him but turned around at the sound of his name. “Yup all set here. Can we get out of here now. I keep thinking I’m hearing something backstage and it's creepin’ me out.”

“Scared Felix,” Rhea teased, her footsteps echoing as she jogged over to where he stood just off stage. He turned quickly at her words and Rhea enjoyed the way his face turned red. Apparently whatever was occupying his thoughts went away as he quickly puffed out his chest before replying.

“Me, scared?” He tried to sound deeper than his normal voice, standing up taller even though Rhea was still taller than him. “Never, I” - he stopped at the top of the steps leading down the stage - “am never scared. Ladies first.”

“Oh thanks.” Rhea rolled her eyes but found herself smiling as they quickly made their way down the stairs. They continued to tease each other as they walked back to where Parvati and Max stood waiting for the rest of them.

“Will you two get a room if you’re gonna keep flirting like that?”

Rhea and Felix jumped at the words before sheepishly looking away from each other as Nyoka came into view. She gave them a knowing grin, her eyes flickering between the two of them before turning to Max.

“All set up top.” She motioned to the balcony above them. “If the ghosts are here like the reports say, I’m sure we’ll catch them. I thought I’d never finish setting up with all the equipment you gave us, Parvati.”

“Oh, well, I was just going off of what Dr. Welles recommended.” She started listing off the different machines they were using for the job tonight. “So with all of that, we should be good! Dr. Welles really needs us to catch somethin’ tonight, so I made sure we were prepared!” She placed her hands on her hips in a triumphant pose.

“Yes we are all very proud of you Parvati,” Max said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “But I am with the others, we shouldn’t stay here any longer than we have to.” The way he looked around the empty theater, his eyes narrowed, darting around at nothing in particular yet seeming to take everything in. “We’ve been here long enough.”

Rhea glanced around as well, letting herself finally take in the theater as it got closer towards the end of the hour. There was an eeriness about the faded colors, moth eaten seats and curtains, and peeling wallpaper that didn’t seem….right to her. It was almost as if she could see the majesty that had once been The Lunar Theater. She wished she could have seen what the theater had been like during its prime. According to their research, the theater had run for decades. A long list of well known plays and actors and actresses had performed on that stage.

“It must have been quite the experience to see a play here.”

Nyoka stood next to Rhea, taking in the theater as well. She had a pensive look about her though still guarded as she crossed her arms across her chest.

“Yeah,” Rhea said, trying to collect her thoughts about how this place was making her feel. “It must have been a magical time.” They stood there in silence, imagining a theater filled with wonder and people.

“Uh you guys,” Parvati’s voice rang out in the quiet theater, a twinge of fear evident in her voice. “It’s almost time,” she looked at the watch on her wrist, “we need to go.” She started walking towards the door, but not too far away that she would be alone walking back towards the doors.

“No worries Parvati,” Max attempted to sound calm, but the way he tensed as he made his final touches around the machines betrayed how he really felt. “We are leaving now.”

“No complaints from me.” Felix said, quickly catching up to where Parvati stood to walk back with her.

Rhea glanced around one more time while the others started to leave. Usually on these missions, there would be a feeling...a sense of what existed in a haunted setting. Yet here, she felt nothing. She still felt nothing. Guess the doc was wrong this time. It had happened before, sometimes it was old plumbing, other times it was how noise was filtered through the windows. But the times they had been real, she knew.

“Hey, rookie,” Felix yelled at her from the exit, “you wanna get left behind or what?”

She waved him off, smiling when she heard Parvati mutter at him, “you gotta stop calling her that.” But his words seem to stick with her. No, this was not a place she would want to be left alone, walls closing in around her, to become a forgotten relic that no….

“Stop it,” she muttered to herself, clenching her fists at her side. Focusing on her breath, Rhea made her way back to the group. They all shuffled in front of the closed doors, an uneasy feeling settling over the group.

“All here?” Max didn’t wait for a response, “Let’s go.”

There was a small murmur from them as Max moved to open the doors. But when he pushed, the door didn’t move. He pushed harder, using his shoulder this time to try and move the door. But it didn’t budge.

“You having trouble there old man,” Felix smirked as he stepped forward. “Why don’t you let me help you out.”

Nyoka stepped forward silently to help and the three of them attempted to push the doors open. But no matter how hard they tried, the doors wouldn’t budge. Rhea watched as they moved to try and open the two other sets of doors that should have opened out into the lobby. Those remained shut as well.

“Guys?” Parvati sounded scared as she wrapped her arms around herself as if to protect her from danger.

“Dammit,” Max muttered under his breath as he began to pace. “Ellie, we seem to be having issues here, anything showing up on your end?” He paused his walking for a moment and called out again, “Ellie are you there?”

Each of them tried to call Ellie over their own respective radios, but only silence answered them. Max and Felix both let out more explicits while Nyoka turned her attention back to getting the door open.

“No, no,” Parvati began to rock on the balls of her feet, shaking her head. “I’m not supposed to be in these things, I’m supposed to be in the car.”

“We left the doors unlocked,” Felix insisted to no one in particular. “I swear we did..” He trailed off, appearing lost in thought as he stared at the doors. 

“Open you fucking doors,” Nyoka said through clenched teeth. She continued to push against the doors, but no matter how much force she used, they remained shut.

Rhea walked over to Parvati and put her arm around his shoulder. She tried to combat the fear that was fighting to settle in her, if only to stay strong for Parvati. But as the seconds continued to tick by, she felt the thoughts from earlier settling back in.

Parvati shivered and leaned closer into Rhea for warmth. “When did it get so c-coold?”

The others were too lost in their own worlds to hear what Parvati said, but her words made Rhea’s blood run cold. Now that she thought about it, the room had gotten colder, much colder than when they had first arrived. Rhea tried not to think about it, wrapping her arms around Parvati to keep her warm.

As they both watched the others start to act more and more frantic, Parvati turned her head to look at Rhea.

“Rhea?”

“Ye-eah?” Rhea attempted to keep her voice even but the cold had settled in on her as well.

“I-I,” Parvati swallowed, “I’m scared.”

Rhea was about to answer, say anything to try and keep Parvati calm, but a soft cough from behind her stopped her in her tracks. Her breath hitched in her throat as the shiver, that damn shiver, went up her spine. She stood there rigid, not daring to look behind her. Or rather, unable to make herself move. She didn’t want to see it, didn’t want to know the source.

“Rhea?” Parvati’s concern did nothing to shake her.

The cough came again, this time loud enough to catch the others' attention as well. They all froze, Nyoka by the door, Felix standing a few feet from her, and Max, having just turned in his pacing so his back was to them, stopped in mid stride.

Almost in unison, they turned to face the source of the noise.

A ghostly man stood before them, waiting patiently for them to respond. When no one moved, he floated forward and gestured towards the seats behind them.

“We are asking all patrons to find their seats. The play is about to begin.”

[friendlylocalwhumper]

8 and 26 for Lux, maybe? (sorry, darling, I miss seeing you scared)

content warning: graphic gore, child abuse (followed by a scene of recovery from said abuse in adulthood)

8: pour salt in my muse’s wound(s)

“No, n-n-no, please, ple-ease don’t!”

One hand pulls the wound open, the deep gash from the knife. Lux squirms, panting and gasping, both wrists easily pinned by the hand wrapped around them.

“You know, this is one of the ways we interrogated your kind.” Above him, black hair brushed back and slicked down so no curls break free, Lux’s father frowns sternly. “Before they died, some of them were half salt. Something about it made their magic shrivel up, they couldn’t heal themselves.”

Ragged sobs spill out of the pinned warlock, face feeling hot from all the crying. His father makes a sound of disgust and picks up the container of salt that he snatched up off the counter.

“Like it or not, you’re my son. It’s my job to teach you what’s waiting out in the world for you.” The cold words are immediately followed by movement. Lux can’t even process that his wrists have been released as one of his father’s hands pulls open the stab wound with burning efficiency, and the other flips the container of salt upside down.

The ten-year-old’s head snaps back, body arching to let out the loudest scream he’s capable of. Salt fills the wound in his abdomen, the agony doubling as it’s forcefully shoved in to make room for more. It’s packed in tightly, gritty and sharp. The kitchen spins around him, fuzzy and darkening, as the boy hears his whines echoing weirdly. Gauze is wrapped around him, big hands lifting and turning him to get it around his back and tied off.

His dad sounds calmer, sated, when he says, “There. That’ll teach you.” Instinctive healing magic glows in the boy’s hand, but one push of his father’s palm against the wrapped, salt-stuffed wound, and the magic is snuffed out, agony twisting Lux’s face into the shape of a silent scream.

Maybe this will finally fix him so that he doesn’t have magic anymore.

26: frighten my muse

It’s a stupid thing to be scared of, salt. He knows that it’s dumb. He also knows that there will be salt in the house, whether he’s nervous about seeing it or not - Lux refuses to eat unsalted food just because his father was a cruel, traumatized man who couldn’t tell the difference between a violent war-hardened warlock and a ten year old.

Still, when Emory pulls the container out of the shopping bag, a new brand, one they usually never even see at the store - the brand that used to always be on the counter of his childhood home - Lux stares, paling. He watches as Emory sets it down, changes his mind, and picks it back up to pull the metal piece out from under the sticker so it can be used without hassle.

“I-I don’t like that kind,” Lux croaks, arms wrapped around his middle. Emory looks up.

“This kind?” He lifts the cylinder in gesture, his sleeve coming up to show off a pretty metal-and-leather bracelet. Lux’s eyes focus on the accessory instead of the container.

“Yeah. Can you, can we - can we throw it out? I can go to the store and get a different one. Or, or… I think there’s some pink salt in a grinder over by the fridge, that’ll last us a couple days at least, I can-”

“It’s okay.” Emory dunks the fresh container into the trash to show that he has no hesitation - but he already opened it, and it fell upside down, so in the silence after his sweet gesture, salt pours out and cascades down the garbage, making a static-like sound against the trash bag.

He looks concerned, now, spotting Lux’s hands flying up to press in on his ears and drown out the sound.

He didn’t mean to close his eyes. When Lux opens them again, Emory’s standing closer, reaching out to pull Lux’s hands down from his ears.

The warlock flinches back so hard that he falls off the kitchen stool. Staggering away, eyes wild with panic, he gets his back to the wall and protects his stomach with his arms.

“I should’ve made sure the salt was closed,” Emory offers, backing off. “And I shouldn’t’ve moved closer. Do you want to-”

“My dad stabbed me,” He blurts out, nervous but impatient with himself. After years with Emory, he’s tired of slow, gentle coaxing to get him to spill what he needs to say. He’s gotten bolder over time, and with his old fear there’s now new self-righteous frustration. “When I was little. Got me on my back on the floor and poured salt in. Packed it tight, dressed it, so it’d stay. That’s what he did to warlocks in the war. It hurt so bad I kept passing out, but I couldn’t heal myself. I had to go to the hospital, he told them that it was some kind of freak experiment with other kids. They believed him. I’m really - r-really frustrated that he made me scared of stupid salt.”

Emory used to react with a lot more horror to these kinds of confessions. Now, he just sits down, scratching at his chin for a minute.

“That’s messed up,” He mutters, clearly imagining the horrific mental image. “I didn’t know you were scared of it.”

Lux rolls one shoulder, as if considering whether he needs to have a breakdown, before he sighs and comes back over to sit next to Emory, righting the stool that he knocked away from the breakfast bar. “It’s one of those stupid things I try to keep buried. It’s annoying.”

“Dr. Tierney says you shouldn’t victimize yourself like that.”

“By pushing stuff down? She doesn’t know how much stuff I have in my head. I have to push most of it down to get through the day.”

“That’s what you used to have to do. But you’ve got help now. You can tell me you hate the kind of salt I bought, I won’t ever think that kind of thing is dumb.”

The warm hand that finds its way onto his back, then up under his shirt to scratch soothingly over itching scars, makes Lux melt forward onto the countertop. “Ye-eah, I… I know. You never think I’m dumb. I just… feel so happy here, I forget sometimes. That things used to be so messed up. And it feels good to… get attention for it, I guess.”

Unfazed, Emory hums, “Well, yeah. You were a kid, alone with someone scary. You deserve attention for it. Even if you didn’t get the help you needed back then, I’ll still listen to you talking about it. You don’t have to just shove it down and try to handle it yourself. Do you need me to get any certain kind of salt?”

“Um, the, uh… the grinder kind is find. In the plastic that looks like glass?”

“The kind we usually get. Okay, I’ll remember. You wanna come to the store with me real quick to pick it up?”

“Yeah. Can we… can you keep scratching my back, just for a minute?”

With a kiss to his shoulder, Emory answers, “Sure, Curls. One more minute.”

[whateverafterhigh]

Worldbuilding: The Kingdom of Goodfallow

I’m going to come out-right and say it, I don’t like the fact that the Kingdom Raven comes from/lives in is called Queen Kingdom. It makes sense, both in terms of what the in-verse society seems to value more in a character fairytale-wise (Snow White), and in terms of the Evil Queen being more important to the narrative story-wise (EAH) than the Good King. But at the same time it makes no sense.

I’m not even going to nit-pick at it being called a Kingdom when it being named after the Evil Queen implies it’s a Queendom. Queen Queendom would be a stupid name for a country, and it’s not even the only one to be called a Kingdom when the Queen is the one clearly in charge.

But I have other reasons with disliking it. Such as the outright lunacy that is having your primary sovereign be someone who signed a binding magical contract at the age of fifteen to get arrested or die before having kids. Or how the original Snow White story has the Evil Queen marrying into the family, suggesting a patrilineal succession (or at least Good King to future Good King).

So the Good King is the one left running the Kingdom after his wife is arrested and he was probably running the Kingdom before he married the Evil Queen. That makes the Kingdom Raven calls home The Good King’s Kingdom. And no. I’m not going to call it King Kingdom because that’s stupid.

I’m putting the rest under a line-break.

So we’ve established that the ruler of this Kingdom is The Good King, and now the Kingdom needs a name. Unfortunately, the same kind of lazy kingdom naming that most of the other kingdoms in the series get won’t work here. But that doesn’t mean that there isn’t an in-verse naming formula that can’t be used: puns and wordplay.

Originally, I was just going to call the Kingdom Goodfellow, which is obviously the words ‘good’ and ‘fellow’ put together. But then I spelt it wrong, leading to Goodfallow, and I wondered “what is a fallow?”

Fallow can be used to refer to different things, but the two that I’m choosing to focus on here are: the breed of deer that’s called a fallow deer, and the shade of yellow. Because now the kingdom has two things, a national animal and a national colour.

Well, three things. It also has a name.

This might not seem important, especially having a national colour for a kingdom when the characters all seem to have their own colour schemes (Raven and the Evil Queen wearing purple, silvers, and blacks, and The Good King wearing red and gold the one time he’s talked about that I can recall). But having a national symbol in mind for a kingdom is useful if I ever need to describe that kingdom’s seal or the colours on their flag.

So the Kingdom’s called Goodfallow, it has a couple of national symbols that can be linked back to the name, does this mean that the other characters in any fanfiction I write using this now call it Goodfallow also?

No. Where’s the fun in that?

After all, it is still canon-typical that most of the character’s would call the kingdom Queen Kingdom. For example, in the books the reader’s first look at Apple White has her calling some of the dwarfs working for her Pouty and Sloppy when their names are actually Frank and Phil, and even laughs and calls one of them silly when they try to correct her. Because the dwarfs having names like Frank and Phil don’t fit into her own personal ideal of what her fairytale and happily ever after are going to look like, and Raven coming from a kingdom called Goodfallow rather than one called Queen Kingdom also won’t fit into what she wants the narrative to be.

Of course, Apple White isn’t the only character in Ever After High. She does, however, share the same goals and ideals as Headmaster Grimm and as the Headmaster of the school he might even have some power over the course content in the Geografairy class that appears to be a compulsory subject.

The question is now whether or not Raven tries to fight it.

On one hand, she could. She’s the senior authority at Ever After High when it comes to the name of her own country, and insisting it is called something else is going to be massively disrespectful given she’s the Princess and presumed heir. You know that her friends are going to support her, and some of the other characters that aren’t necessarily Rebels but are respectful will too. While anyone still trying to save the sinking ship will look like an asshole and a very rude one at that.

On the other hand, there could be a reason for the misunderstanding and a reason for Raven to keep everyone else ignorant. The royal family in Goodfallow might want it that way.

Think about it, the Good King married someone who, at least as far as he’s concerned, signed a magically binding contract to be evil. Whatever his motives for doing this (and I have ideas on that of my own), there would have been some kind of acknowledgement that doing so could lead to the kingdom going to war. Marrying a main character could well be an acceptable in-verse reason for changing the name of the Kingdom, and changing the name of the Kingdom could well mean the need to reprint “updated” maps.

Presumably, these maps would have up-to-date information in regard to main roads used for trade routes, or have a particular note on which towns and cities are fortified and which aren’t, or mark areas where the geography of the landscape would be marshy and therefore a poor choice of battleground.

If Raven has little reason to believe that the future Rulers of the kingdoms that neighbour hers are going to accept her as her father’s successor, which is reasonable considering the push back against Raven being good. Then she’s not going to want to give up the military advantage she has when it comes to the defense of her boarders.

Especially, not when the biggest person pushing against her is her own niece, who due to a) brief in-verse implications about the Evil Queen marrying Queen White’s father means Queen White would have a biological claim - though generally speaking marrying into another royal family means abdicating titles held in one’s own home kingdom, and b) the original Snow White story has the Good King dying before the story takes place and the Evil Queen dying at Snow’s wedding to the Prince - presumably leaving the two of them in control of that kingdom as well as the kingdom that the Prince came from if he had a claim to the throne himself.

If White Kingdom does boarder Goodfallow the political drama Apple attempting to force Raven into being Evil would hold (and given the Storybook of Legends show Raven as being homeless after being banished by Apple) is a story in itself.

[smol-and-grumpy]

EUPHORIA - Chapter 2

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: He’s Dean Winchester, owner of a shady night club. She’s a journalist who has been asked to write an article to expose the indecency and debauchery that’s going on behind closed doors. But he’s also Dean Winchester, the boy who sat next to her in class. The boy who was too cocky for his own good.

Chapter Warning: Implied Smut, consent is important, feelings, Claire is 19 in this story.

WC: 2461

A/N: This chapter fills my square‘titty fucking’ for @spnkinkbingo​​. Although it’s only mentioned. Please share your thoughts with me, I’d love to hear your feedback. 

Beta’d by @deanwanddamons​​​​​​ <3

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She follows him, is fucking relieved that she wore boots and not heels because Dean’s fucking fast and she almost has to run to keep up with him. They go up the stairs and a bouncer opens the door into the VIP room for them when he sees his boss approaching.

It’s that easy, isn’t it?

Stepping in, it feels like a whole other world opens up for her and it welcomes her in. The air is thick. It gets a little harder to breathe. She can smell a hint of arousal. Can detect the smell of bodily fluid — the sexy kind, not the nasty ones. 

The room is quite big, could easily fit one hundred people, at least, but there were about thirty if she had to guess. There’s a long couch along both walls, stretching from one end to the other, and there are groups of sofas in the middle. Dean walks ahead and she slows down, taking in her surroundings. 

There are people kissing on the couch, full on making out. A girl grinding on someone’s lap who’s still dressed but the girl is naked, there are men getting blow jobs. One girl is receiving oral whilst getting her big tits fucked. Y/N can’t stop watching them but eventually, she tears her eyes away. She’s sure that someone is fucking right at the end of the couch in a dimly lit corner and then there’s also people engaging in an orgy right in the middle of the room like it’s no fucking big deal. While she stops to scan the room, her eyes find a familiar face. 

Claire. 

She’s sitting in a guy’s lab, while she turns her head to kiss him and there’s another woman with her face buried between Claire’s thighs. Oh wow, Y/N thought she was only a waitress. Maybe the mother wasn’t exaggerating after all. 

“You coming?” Dean returns to be by her side. 

“I— y—eah,” She stammers but can’t quite take her eyes off of the crowd. She feels hot all of a sudden and there’s something tingling between her thighs. She realizes that seeing these things turns her on so fucking much. Like, she’s never seen anything like it.

Dean chuckles and takes her by the hand to whisk her to another door but she’s still staring until they are out of that room. 

They pass a girl sitting on a tiny desk with a laptop on it as they walk along a big hallway, with rooms left and right and Dean’s still so fast, she can’t even take a real look at the little windows with light spilling out of them. Even though she’s sure that she’s not allowed to look anyway but still...

There are little red and green lights lined above the respective doors and putting two and two together if she’d have to guess, she thinks it’s to signal if the room’s occupied or free.  The guests probably have to book the rooms with the girl who runs the front desk. 

The hallway is long, and there are about two dozen rooms with numbers on them and nothing else. No description of what they could find in there. Maybe they’re just all bedrooms? She doesn’t know but she needs to find out.

He pulls her along with him until they finally come to a halt at another door. This place is a fucking maze. She wonders if she’ll find her way back, probably would need to ask Dean for a fucking map. Dean punches in a code and goes in, his hand still holding hers tight as they walk up a staircase until they reach yet another door. He goes in and she realizes that they are in some sort of office. 

Dean lets go of her hand and she takes in the room. There are several screens with security camera footage, a big wooden desk with a huge office chair. He probably saw her coming. She’s sure that the bouncer called him up.

In the middle of the room is a big couch, off to the side is a little bar. 

“Please take a seat,” Dean says and walks over to his bar to pour himself a drink, “You want anything?”

“No, thanks.” She replies, she’s not really a drinker. She usually only has one drink and that’s enough because she’s always been afraid that she’ll end up like her mother — dead.

“So,” He says, turns back to her with a tumbler in his hand, brown liquid sloshing inside, “What are you doing here, Y/N?”

“What do you mean?” She frowns.

“It’s just, I don’t think you’re the nightlife kinda girl,” He shrugs and sits down on the couch next to her. 

Well, he’s not wrong. Damn him.

“To tell you the truth,” She starts to say, thinking that it’s maybe good if she tells him what’s going on. She knows him. Dean was always straight forward with her at school, “I’ve been tipped off and now I’m investigating.”

“Here?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“I have received a call from someone who was very upset that their daughter worked here and they think that you’re probably making them do things they don’t want to.”

Dean’s face changes. He looks a little hurt. She can’t really read him though. With Dean, you only see what he wants you to see. It’s always been like that.

After a while, he opens his mouth to speak, “‘S that way you’re here? Because you think I’m a pimp?” 

“No,” She says, “I don’t think that but maybe you can clear it up, prove me wrong.”

Dean rubs a hand over his scruff, thinks about it, “You’re a journalist now, right?” Dean raises his eyebrows at her.

“Yeah,”

“Congratulations! That’s what you always wanted to do, isn’t it? You were attending creative writing, too. I remember seeing you on the playground writing under the big tree after school.”

“Well, not really what I always wanted, but writing novels apparently isn’t that rewarding,” She shrugs with a weak smile. Doesn’t want to really go into detail about the playground remark because she doesn’t want to reveal to him that the reason she did that, was because she was avoiding going home.

Dean frowns but then he changes the subject back, “Let me guess the one that tipped you off, it’s Jody Mills, right? Claire’s stepmother?”

Her eyes widened, “How do you know?”

“The woman has been raging on and on since Claire started to work here. Came by too many times to get Claire to go back with her but Claire likes it here. She loves working for me.”

“She loves being pimped out?” 

Dean throws his head back and laughs, she doesn’t think it’s funny at all. 

“Y/N,” He says after a while and she likes how her name sounds off his lips, “Consent is very important here. It’s like a mantra we use. Nothing happens without consent and my employees know that. I would never make them do anything they don’t want to do. They don’t take orders from me. They are old enough to decide what they do or don’t do.”

“Or who they do,” She mumbles and Dean has to grin.

“Look, the VIP room is what it says on the tin. It’s strictly for very important people. It’s difficult to get on that list, difficult to stay on the list. They want absolute secrecy and in turn, they play by my rules. They undergo a tough background check, they get tested regularly, and if someone behaves just a little out of place, they get kicked out immediately. The list of new people want to get a spot is so fucking long. I look out for my people, Y/N. Everyone knows the rules and knows not to cross the line. What I’m doing is legal and I have a license for it. There’s no harm in giving people what they really want and can’t act upon at home. And no, I don’t have underage girls working for me, neither do I have pedophiles on the list. Like I said, I have employed three private investigators and they will find anything unusual if there is anything to find. I like being thorough.”

“Okay,” She says, and it’s weird. She kind of believes him. Maybe because she saw Claire. Saw how the girl was smiling while she’s been eaten out, and Y/N had the feeling that the girl clearly enjoyed being sandwiched between a man and a woman.

No wonder, Y/N thinks. Perhaps she would enjoy it too, can’t lie about it. There’s still a tingly feeling between her thighs and she presses them together, trying not to be obvious.

“Listen, what I can offer is, if you still have to write that piece or article, then you at least can do it right. I will show you everything in the club. I can show you every room. I can get you alone time with my employees and you can ask them questions. I’m not hiding anything.”

“Okay, that sounds fair.” 

“There’s one condition.” 

“What?”

He smirks, “I can’t obviously show you everything tonight, because we’re open and it’s not long before all the rooms will be occupied. I want you to come in another day before the club opens, I can show you around then.”

“Yeah, okay.” She agrees.

“Great,” He says and he stands up after they agree on it and exchange numbers, waiting for her to do the same, “Come on, I’ll take you back. I have a meeting to attend.” He places a hand on the small of her back and ushers her to the door. Dean leans down to whisper into her ear, “And try not to get too aroused walking through the VIP room, alright?”

She looks up at him with raised eyebrows and flush cheeks. He chuckles. 

Dean takes her hand again, probably doesn’t want her to stall because as he said, he has a meeting to attend. He walks her to the door that separates the VIP room from the normal club and looks down at her, he’s still smirking because she’s probably more flustered than before. 

He lowers his face to whisper into her ear, “You’re turned on, aren’t you?”

Ugh, she hates that he knows. 

Y/N doesn’t say anything though, instead she looks down and gnaws on her bottom lip. 

He chuckles and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear before he leans down again, “Is it okay if I kiss your cheek?”

Wow, consent is apparently really important. 

She nods her head, because there’s nothing wrong with it, right? Dean’s a good looking man, too good probably — with his suit that looks like it’s been sewed onto him — and she’s turned on, there’s no harm in kissing one's cheek.

Dean smiles, a breath of hot air hits her skin and he leans down, kisses her cheek. His lips feel soft on her skin, his scruff a little on the rougher side but it’s nice. It makes her heart flutter, the tingling feeling between her legs intensifies. 

“You’re still as cute as I remember,” Dean whispers before he stands up straight and has to clear his throat after. 

Y/N doesn’t say anything, she can’t because she’s too flustered. 

“See you soon, Y/N.” He smiles that easy smile of his before he opens the door and closes it behind her.

  Dean hurries back into his office, ignoring a woman who called out for him to join them. It’s one of his employees, he guesses, but he doesn’t look. He thinks it’s kind of stupid too, because he never did join in, what makes them think that he would now. 

Well, having a boner, yeah, maybe that gave it away, and his dress pants don’t really conceal much, he realizes when he looks down on himself as he makes his way back. 

He sits back into his chair at his desk, pulls up some camera footage to watch her over his monitor. He watches her until she leaves. 

When she’s gone, Dean sighs and bends down, leaving his forehead on his desk.

Fuck.

He never thought that he'd meet her again in his life. Never thought that she’d be the one looking out for him. And now that she’s here, he feels things that he had buried deep within himself. 

It’s a stupid high school crush, he tries to tell himself. She’s probably changed and so had he, right? 

Yeah, right. She changed. She’s even cuter now and she has something vulnerable about her. Something that wakes the protective instincts in him. He senses that there’s more to the girl with no friends in high school, more to the girl who turned him down when he was about to ask her out to prom — which he didn’t want to attend in the first place but if she would have wanted to, he would have taken her out. There’s something about her that makes him want to know more, makes him want to know what and who hurt her. If it was a guy, Dean would also like to rip that guys fucking lungs out. 

But there’s also something about her that shows that she became a strong woman. She was holding eye contact when he talked to her, something she never did while in school. He also didn’t feel like she was intimidated by him, which speaks volumes because most people are. 

She’s something he’d like to explore, he can’t lie about that. His body can’t lie about that either, apparently, because he popped a boner as soon as he kissed her cheek, which never happened and he thinks it’s stupid. He’s not a fucking teenager anymore, he thinks that he should be able to control himself better.

It’s stupid of him though, to tell her that he wants to show her everything. He doesn’t even know what to show her, where to fucking start. All he knew at that moment was that he wanted to see her again and him showing her his club was just a lame excuse on his part. He doesn’t think that her article would harm him. He told her the truth when he said that he has got nothing to hide. 

Now if he could get his dick in check when she shows up next, that would be fabulous.

Of course the meeting was a lie. He just didn’t know how he could be around her without ripping the clothes from her body. He needs time to think about his next moves. Time to train his body to not act like a seventeen years old when he’s around her. 

Chapter 3

[llumimoon]

Introducing a very important side character and the big bad villain in the EAH au!!!!

Nicky being a bunny rabbit is ABSOLUTELY a running gag in the story btw Lark is fucking fuming and beefing with what appears to be just a normal ass bnuuy and its so funny. its SO funny.

Willy does play the role of the previous Evil Queen before Scary so here he is imprisoned his Magic (Doodler) Mirror that he will totaaaallly stay trapped in. mhm. definitely will not trick someone into breaking him out. (I am lying he definitely gets out)

A small section of the Nicky Bunny Rabbit Saga btw:

Also new Wonderlandian development lead to this

(AU by @rindomness, @kaseyskat, & I!)

Image description under the cut !!

[ID: Image 1: Ever After High AU Nicky Close posed with one hand up holding a pocket watch and the other hand hesitantly raised by his waist. He is labeled with the text ‘The White Rabbit’ and there is a word bubble that says ‘can transform into a bunny!’ And an arrow pointing to a white bunny in the bottom left of the image. The bunny has a pink bow and two piercing on an ear that match the piercings on Nicky’s bunny ears on his humanoid form. His humanoid form is wearing a light blue striped tailcoat with a white shirt underneath with the sleeves rolled up and a pink bow. He has large white gloves with pink toe beans on them and dirty white pants with various white belts and buckles and pink and blue knee patches and a pink sash belt with a bow on the left side. The pants are tucked into blue and pink buckled boots with white rabbit feet sticking out at the ends. He has three extra pocket watches on a belt loop and the pocket watch in his hand is open to show the time and a locket picture on the other side of Sparrow Oak dressed as Snow White.

Image 2: An ornate mirror is in the center of the image. The frame of the mirror is made up of intricate black swirls reflecting purple, blue, and red light from around it. The mirror has four eye shaped gems, the biggest one being a red eye at the top and the other gems being smaller and about the same size on the left, right, and bottom of the mirror. The gems are emitting a glow corresponding to their color. The glass of the mirror is shattered and is giving off a purple glow. Willy Stampler dressed as the Evil Queen is smirking and is trapped inside the mirror with his eyes glowing purple. The mirror is surrounded by purple particles and sparkles.

Image 3: A discord screenshot of messages in a server between ‘rin (doodler gender)’, ‘hero enthusiast (cal)’, ‘sparrow enjoyer’, and ‘hermie apologist (silver)’. Rin says ‘POTENTIALLY WEEKS!’ And ‘lark at some point going is this actually nicky. Is this actually nicky or am I legitimately just beefing with a real rabbit this wonderland kid picked up. did i fool myself’ then Cal and Nyx (who is ‘sparrow enjoyer’) both send keysmashes and Cal says ‘is this nicky or is this some random bunny who hates me specifically’ then Rin sends 'EXACTLY' and Silver sends ‘LMAO’ and Rin sends ‘did i piss off some other bunny-related person. what is this. what is happening. The exact opposite of nicky forgetting he could go rabbit mode when he first started keeping an eye on the kids for sparrow is him staying bunny mode MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH LONGER THAN IS NECESSARY OR REALLY USEFUL’

Image 4: A doodle of EAH AU Taylor ‘s head with bunny ears and an excited smile in red next to EAH AU Hermie’s head with a mischievous sharp teeth grin and cat ears in pink. The top of the image says ‘Update:’ while under the sketches Taylor is labeled ‘half white rabbit’ and Hermie is labeled ‘half cheshire cat’. /end ID]

[lapinlunaire-games]

🙈 and 🎂 please from the emoji ask!

I'm assuming this is for H&H, but let me know if you want these for anyone from EAH too! The answers ended up pretty long haha, so they're under the cut!

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

A actively hides their family connection/parentage as much as they can, though they've leveraged some old social connections in past cases when there was no other option. In general, A prefers not to discuss or even acknowledge that they have a family at all.

Ailbhe, for as long as they can remember, had to contend with the pressures of being a perfect prodigy, always expected to excel and make it look effortless. This resulted in them internalizing intense shame and a deathly fear of failure; although Ailbhe knows that no one is perfect, they hold themselves to a totally unrealistic standard. They'd rather die than have their uncertainty and/or self-doubt revealed.

Catherine plays the femme fatale so well that it's sometimes difficult to separate her stage persona from her real self. In that sense, they keep their true inner personality carefully guarded from the public.

Imric knows he can get awfully intense during investigations - he's got a reputation around the Yard for a reason. He plays up the bluster sometimes to keep the heat from prying too much into his more unorthodox methods.

Getting any kind of personal info from Mina is like wringing blood from a stone. She's very aware that one wrong move on her part could spell disaster for the people she loves; she's already burned one bridge too many to trust even the most innocuous of inquiries. Mina doesn't necessarily enjoy being so reserved, but it keeps her (and as far as she's concerned, everyone that matters) safer.

Rosalind is so incredibly friendly and exuberant that it's easy to write her off as an open book, but there are moments when she thinks no one is watching that she'll deflate a little. It's hard to say whether her expression during these moments is more wistful or bitter.

Sam is fully committed to presenting himself as the least threatening presence in any room, which he achieves by erasing anything about himself that might stand out. He's reluctant to share much about himself that could potentially be twisted against him, so very few people know that he has a large family and that he would do very nearly anything to make his little sister laugh.

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?

A's birthday is June 27th (Cancer) and they are more or less indifferent to celebrating it. They have a mix of very good and very painful childhood birthday memories, but that's all Repressed™.

Ailbhe celebrates their birthday on the spring equinox since H&H fae don't recognize the Gregorian calendar. They do enjoy celebrating, but there's (as always) a certain amount of pressure on because they're expected to host a brilliant event and maintain their reputation throughout.

Catherine's birthday is August 4th (Leo) and they will throw the biggest birthday bash ever every single year. Catherine loves a good party and her own birthday is no exception.

Imric's birthday is June 12 (Gemini) and he likes celebrating it. Nothing too big though, Imric prefers a lowkey celebration like meeting up with friends for dinner/drinks over anything extravagant.

Mina's birthday is March 28 (Aries). She genuinely loves celebrating birthdays (hers included) for the opportunity to gather over good food, good stories, and good company, but her isolation in London has meant that she's spent the birthdays since her exposé backfired all alone. She'll usually get herself a little treat and keep herself busy so the sadness doesn't get to her.

Rosalind's birthday is February 19 (Aquarius-Pisces cusp). She doesn't mind celebrating it (after all, celebrating usually means dancing and having a good time), but it took her a while to get there; she used to be quite hung up on what birthdays mean for the living, and felt like celebrating hers as a ghost was pointless.

Sam's birthday is September 6 (Virgo). He has good memories of celebrating as a kid, but as he got older, the magic faded a little as he realized how much extra work they caused his parents/older siblings. He still likes a good celebration, but there's usually too much weighing on his mind for him to completely lose himself and have fun.

[vetrubius]

ANONYMOUS AFFECTION

CHAPTER 2: DECEPTION POINT

W.C: 1,666

Summary: Y/N L/N is a 24 year old bartender who owns a small bar. The usual life of hers is about to change after meeting the Hero Associations Chairman, Izuku Midoriya. She’s in charge of the afterparty of the Sports Festival for the Hero Association. Watch her as she falls in love gracefully with one of the strongest hero.

A/N: Chapter 2, y’all! Planning to do a little smau too in the consequent chapters.

Warnings and genre: Angst, Fluff, Cigarette smoke, Alcohol, Cheating, mention of gun once, headache, phone conversations, texts.

The two of you sigh looking up at the smokey ceiling. “That was good,” you say, exhaling the smoke. “Maybe it’s been a while that’s why.” he hypothesizes taking the cigarette from your hand “when was the last time we fucked anyway?”. “I guess it’s been a week” answer rolling to face him. His yellow hair falling on his sides, the lips parted slightly to remove the smoke through his mouth, his yellow eyes staring up at the ceiling. He looked so sinful. But it seemed like he was in a different state altogether. Thinking about something else. “Hey” you whisper near his ear, licking the lobe of it. “You seem to like doing that for some reason. It’s….ugh” his body shivered down to the last bit. You could sense his arm hair rising and his cock slowly but painfully erecting again. He decided to latch on to your lips and bite your bottom one hard. “Somebody’s wanting some more.” he growls against your chin.

Your intimate moment with Denki is broken by your phone ringing from the hall. “Ah don’t go,  babe” he whined “I’ll be back in a while, wait.” You say gently smiling at him, giving him reassurance. You got up quickly, grabbed your dressing gown and sprinted towards the noise point. Just a second before you reach, you see the phone on silent again. “Iida..” you murmur as you see three missed calls from him. At… 3 am? Shouldn’t he be sleeping right now? You don’t waste any time calling him back, making your way to the small balcony and simultaneously tightening the drawstring around your waist. 

“Y/N?” 

“Hey, are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I called to tell you that the boss agreed for the afterparty at the bar.” 

“That’s really great!  Was it tough convincing him about the small place?” 

“No, not one bit. He was kinda into the idea.”

“Alright. That’s a plus one. Thank you Iida. You really saved my ass here.” 

“Nah, there’s a slight problem.”

“What?”

“He wants me to organise it on the 25th of November.”

-silence-

“Isn’t that a week?”

“Yeah”

“I need an advance payment for that. I’ll forward you my bank account details. And if I have any problems, I’ll call you.”

“Alright, will do. Why are you up right now anyway?” 

“If you know, you know. I hear cars behind you. Still at work?”

“Shifts getting over at 8 am.”

“Iida, you should make time for Uraraka.”

“Why do you say so?”

“Don’t you think she’ll be getting lonely? She needs you too, you know?”

“I know but she gets it. Anyway, get back to your...ahem….work” 

“You too! Do good and take care.”

“Bye-bye!!” 

As soon as the call ended, you felt the sudden urge to go back to the bar. You’d come to Denki’s place to hook up a lot of times, majorly because your room was a mezzanine right above the bar. So the two of you would never get any privacy. But right now, all you cared about was going back and attending the bar. You made your way to Denki’s room and opened the door slightly. “Den-” your eyes were met by him fast asleep with soft snores. You took your clothes, your white shirt and trousers, rolled them and dumped them in your handbag. “These will need washing, I’ll just take something from his closet.” You took the white t-shirt and a pair of track pants, and made your way to the bathroom. Tying your hair up into a half ponytail, you get out of the washroom and go to his room again. 

You put his blanket over him and exited his house with only one thing in mind. The bar. 

The walk from Denki’s house is barely 20 minutes and you love the city more in the early morning where you see either drunks or joggers. You unlock the bar gate and step inside being welcomed to the darkness again.  It’s not like you mind it but you would feel better coming back home to someone. Someone other than an empty stage and ghosts of your customers. As you finish washing the empty dishes and taking another smoke break, you start making your way up to the mezzanine. Your thoughts of sleeping are disrupted by the metal door bell ringing, showing the door opening of the bar. “I’m sorry we’re clo-” you announce, annoyed as you turn to see who the person was. The two stare into the strangers' green eyes. His green hair in motion with his face, his hands scavenging to remove the mask off his face and get as much oxygen he could consume.” 

“Hey, are you okay?” you start making your way down the steps towards him with concern. He put a finger up, gesturing you to wait. After he’d caught his breath, he stripped his mask off his face completely and looked at you. “I know you’re closed but there was this weird guy chasing me, I needed a safe space,” he said “could I have a little water please?”. Great. There goes your sleep. Tossed right in the dustbin. But right now you need to take care of him. “Ah fuck it” you murmur as you fill a glass of water from the sink and make your way towards him. 

He was as tall as you but his muscles were definitely popping. “Thank you so much.” he said chugging the water down, handing you the glass back and grinned. You have to admit he was pretty cute with that devious grin. “What are you doing out so late anyway?” you asked going behind the bar and sitting on the barstool, indicating him to join you on the table. “Well, I was jogging and as I said before, I saw this weird guy chasing me. I’m pretty sure he had a gun or something.” He said as he walked over and made himself comfortable on the stool, his eyes scanning the large shelf of bottles behind you. “Yeah, I’m the bartender and the owner of this place. Just stay for 15 minutes and leave. I’m tired” you say as your head dips between your crossed arms on the table and you feel your eyes drooping against the cold granite. “Thank you for letting me be here. My name is-” is the last thing you hear before your flake out.

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“Y/N?” Iida shakes you gently. “Y/N, wake up.” he said, patting your head slightly. “Mhm….” you stir,  groaning while twisting your body and feeling your numb hands. Still faded out, you look at Iida with the drool dripping down on one side of your face. “Time?” your raspy voice manages to choke. “It’s 11 am. You didn’t pick my calls up so I figured that you forgot to open the bar for breakfast again. Wake up, there are customers outside,” he said, signalling the door “oh, and here’s a note I found under that glass there” he shuffles through his pocket and hands it to you. “Anyway, I don’t have time. I’m already late to wake your stupidass up.” Iida said, walking towards the door. “Have a nice day.” is what you manage to choke out before rushing to brush, change and keep the bar running again. You kept your note on the nightstand, as you went ahead with your day. I’ll read that later. 

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12 midnight rolled by quicker than you thought. You bid farewell to the last customers and put the closed board outside the bar. Your day had been hectic; the usual breakfast people, cleaning floors and washing dishes in the afternoon, making a list of the things you needed at the party while contacting people and other things while dealing with a splitting headache. Taking care of this place really covers the exercises you don’t do. Wrapping things up, you made your way to your room and recollected the note Iida gave you. You entered the room and turned the lights on and looked at your phone and desk. Picking up the paper, you start reading it. 

“Hey, I didn’t get a chance to thank you since you passed out of the table lol. Anyway, here’s my number, text me once you wake up: +81 xxxxx xxxxx.” 

Keeping the paper down, you pick your phone up to text him and you’re greeted with multiple texts from Ochako, Iida and Denki which you ignore and type in the number in your new message.

While you’re at it, you decide to open Denki’s text too.

After you press send to Kaminari, you think a little. Maybe I should surprise him a little. You wear your garter and stockings on your legs and slip on your track pants, and an olive lacey bra and throw on a hoodie. You take a big chug of whiskey kept on the bar shelf once your feet hit the ground floor. “Oh, he’s definitely in for a treat” you giggle and talk to yourself as you make your way downstairs and out the door. 

You walk in the cold listening to Rude Boy by Rihanna (because why not) to pump yourself up for getting your back injured tonight. You make a left towards Denki’s lane and skip a little. Maybe I’m actually having feelings again. I guess this might work. You giggle realising how much Iida would disapprove of it. Maybe scold you a little for being irresponsible for letting yourself develop a little something for each other. But he’d wish you all the happiness in the world nevertheless. 

You make your way up in the lift to his apartment. The doors part open and you see a new pair of shoes outside his house. Damn, he didn’t tell me he had guests. You unlock the door and walk into the house. Your eyes are greeted by clothes thrown all across the floor. Womens clothes. You freeze. The sounds coming from the room verifies your thoughts. Someone else? You try to process your scattered thoughts and move your numb body towards the door. Each step feels in sync with the moans from the room. You push the door a little to see inside. Only for your eyes to drop to her.

series masterlist

[theobsessor1]

Shedding the truth

Summary: Deceit should know better, going through with another one of Remus’s ideas. He thought it would have been a one time deal, just something for them that night to experiment with his more reptilian side. But he’s starting to regret it with the growing nest of eggs, and horrible uncertainty of feelings swirling in his chest…he might be in some trouble here.

Pairings: Loceit, Demus, Intrulogical, intruloceit

Warnings: None (let me know if i need to tag anything

Word count: 1,926

previous chapters ch.1, ch.2, ch.3, ch.4 (read on ao3)

(wish to support me buy me a coffee :3)

Chapter 5 of “Say Something” series

Logan has been acting strange and Deceit can’t put his finger on why.

The logical side has made him breakfast on occasion, invited him to his room to read together or even for him to join Remus and the side in activities. Giving compliments and shy words sometimes.

Something must be going on here, the bespectacled side must want something from him. Another night together maybe? Why else would the side be acting so weirdly nice to him?

A trick to get something? Or maybe just to be on his good side since Remus and him have finally confessed to one another.

He’s not sure about the motive but it’s obvious something is going on...Whatever the motive it is...a bit nice having the extra attention.

Knock Knock

Scratch that...it’s annoying.

“Deceit please, you have hardly come out of your room, Remus believes you are ill, Let us in to help you.”

Deceit huffs curling up tighter in his bed under his several layers of blankets, he hasn’t bothered to put on his heat lamp. Every time he turned it on he felt like he was boiling, but without it he’s freezing, a horrible conundrum.

Even with all his fluffiest, softest, warmest blankets he can possibly bundle up and burrow in he’s left with the shivers.

He just wants to be left to sleep, all he needs is that precious sleep. Any illness can be cured with rest, but of course that is if he can get any.

Besides he can’t let anyone come in here. He hasn’t moved the eggs yet, they’re still the nest in the corner of his room. The number is officially up to three eggs now. A deep blue egg patterned like it is made of stones that he laid soon after Logan and him had...we...Getting sick has gotten in the way of moving them.

He can just push through this illness like he does with all the others.

“Deceit I respect your space but I must insist I come in. I made soup. Remus has shown me how to make your favorite.”

The snake side hisses a soft breath in response, coughing a bit, feeling ready to just bite something if this keeps up!

“...I’m coming in whether you like it or not.”

Deceit’s eyes widen. No! Mustn’t see the eggs! He launches himself out of his bed tripping over the many blankets he had entangled himself in. Protect the eggs! Keep them hidden! He face plants on to the ground from his efforts to scramble from the bed, hissing loudly as he hears Logan rise up with Remus, no doubt the duke having been dragged into this mess to help logic break into the room.

“Deceit?! Are you alright?”

The concern in Logan’s voice is clear as day as the side quickly rushes to his aid and helps him sit up from the floor. But all the scaled side can do is squirm and hiss, feral thoughts to keep them from the eggs fueling his wild clumsy movements."Stop! Out! Get out!”

Even with his protests the logical side conjures a handkerchief to try and help Deceit’s bleeding nose staying put. “Hold still, your nose is bleeding, and you’re burning up! You should have let me come look after you. You look awful.” Logan’s brows pinch together as he takes in Deceit’s condition, the side only struggling more adamantly in his hold.

“Oooh! You’ve been hiding goodies from us eh? Easter ain’t even here for seve-eah!”

Remus blinks the room suddenly upside down as he lays against a now cracked wall, staring at the spot he’d just been standing at where Dee now wobbly stood hissing at him with Logan shoved on the floor by the side of the bed.

“DoN’t ToUcH!”

Logan huffs dusting himself off as he gets up from the floor, only to pause spotting what the scaled side was guarding over.

There large and distinctly different colored patterned eggs neatly placed in what seems to be a makeshift nest? Consisting of throw pillows and blankets piled in the corner of the bedroom. “Deceit...What are those?”

Deceit hesitates, wincing at the question as his posture stiffens further. “I...Remus had an Idea since I’m partly a snake and I...they’re mine.”

Logan remains silent, staring at Deceit as he takes in this information.

Remus tries again to get near the nest only to get flung back into the wall with several angry snek sounds from Deceit. Nervous about the two finally seeing the nest and their reactions he starts talking again “Nearly every time I’ve slept with someone I’ve ended up laying one about two weeks later. I-I thought it wouldn’t keep happening.” he makes a distressed sound running a hand down the scaled side of his face as he takes a glance at the eggs then back at Logan “I-I was wrong and I-I was going to talk to Remus, I had told myself to but I just-...” he takes a deep breath watching Logan closely, eyes darting over the logical side’s unmoving face.

He can’t stop himself from talking more, panicked that suddenly all of Logan’s niceness would stop, he’d just gotten used to it! He wouldn’t admit it but he doesn’t want to lose the side. Would Logan abandon them both now? Because of this bizarre occurrence

“The green one is Remus’s, Pink and yellow with the speckles is Emile’s and Remy’s, the traits in the imagination..and...and that last one is yours”

He scans over Logan’s face once more. The side’s eyes follow to each egg he pointed to but nothing more.

“Logan?...”

Logan glances to him. He’s unsure what that expression is.

“Well? Use your words instead of just staring at me like-like I’m some freakshow!” Deceit pleads, he shouldn’t care about what the side has to say about it. It’s his eggs. The side’s don’t need to know of them or have an opinion but...Even so it feels like some hand has a vice grip on his heart, ready to squeeze as he prepares for the worst from Logan.

“Please...say something.”

“...How can I help?”

Deceit blinks, all feeling rushing out of him almost dizzyingly, leaving him wheezing “What?”

“How can I help? One of them is mine correct? That doesn’t really matter even if none of them were my children I’d offer my assistance.” Logan clarifies, eyes sparkling behind his glasses.

Deceit hesitates, squishing down that small lift of hope in his chest. He senses no lie, but still. He can’t stop the anxious doubt clawing at his mind “You mean that?” He’s not sure if it’s these unfamiliar emotions building up in his chest or simply him being ill that makes his legs wobbly.

Logan nods lifting a brow at the scaled side, eyes still gleaming almost...excitedly? As he helps Remus from the floor whispering something to him before he turns to Janus again. “Of course. I am fully capable of helping assist you in carrying for your brood as well as helping with whatever may come out. I am responsible for one and as well as I care about you, it would be rather foolish and shameful of me to expect you to care for them all on your own without some help” He steps closer, putting a hand gently to Deceit’s side and guides him over to the restroom where they can see Remus filling up the tub with warm water.

“First thing that needs to be done though is for you to get better. How long have you been ill like this?”

Deceit sputters looking between the two sides “I-I’m not sure, for a while now I suppose?”

Logan nods with a hum, Remus and him working to strip and help Deceit into the tub before the duke disappears back out the room bouncing off to who knows where.

“A nice soak in the warm water should help, you’ve spoken many times of your hard time retaining heat. I’ve done some research in my past time, warm water and heat lamps are most pro-”

“I already have a heat lamp and tried it, I-It was too much.” Deceit interrupts him almost poutily as he melts in the warm water.

Logan nods, eyes scanning over the snake side “Are your scales normally...flakey? When you are sick?” He conjures up a washcloth to soak in the water before using it to gently dab and rub at Deceit’s scales. The scales start...peeling?

Deceit shakes his head “No, they should only be flakey when I’m near my shed.”

Logan hums shaking his head fondly “Deceit...You’re sick because you haven’t shed. I-there are several layers of old scales here. I’m surprised you haven’t caused something worse to yourself.”

Deceit furrows his brows “That can’t be right though! It’s been nowhere near my usual shedding days.”

Logan continues to gently use the washcloth to rub the scales, the skin peeling more as he works, removing the sickly yellowy-green to show a more vibrant almost forest green underneath with of course the lighter yellow accent scales. “Well clearly you’ve missed it several times because you are shedding right now...Could it possibly be from laying your eggs? Most snakes shed when gravid.”

Deceit frowns thinking that over.

There is the sound of shifting wind as Remus appears back in the bathroom holding a large bowl and a pile of clothes. “I brought the soup, and I got more comfy clothes.”

“Thank you Remus, will you set those at the bedside table and assist me in here with Deceit’s shed?”

Remus bounces tho careful not to spill the soup “ooh! Is that why he’s such a grumpy gus! It’s shed time! You should have said something sooner ya silly serpent.” he sets down the items and poofs himself out of his own clothes to hop into the tub with Dee. Earning a few grumbled choice words at him from Deceit for taking up so much room but he doesn’t mind, after all the scaled side just gets himself comfortable leaning against him.

The two sides work for some time to remove the old shedding skin until the snake sides scales are gleaming. Once the side is dressed in comfy soft pajamas they guide him back to bed getting him comfily piled into the many blankets.

Logan moves to pull away only to find a hand latched onto his shirt.

“You...don’t leave. I-I..I would like the company.” Deceit confesses looking to the two sides nervously

The logical side can’t help a chuckle “Don’t worry I’m just grabbing the soup.”

Remus climbs onto the bed cuddling up to Deceit’s side. “You want to pick a movie for us to watch double dee?”

Deceit sleepily nods “Brave, I like the message...and magic”

Remus chuckles, nodding and summoning up Logan’s laptop to play the movie on as the scaled side leans against him resting his head against the dukes shoulder just as Logan gets comfortable on his other side.

The two sides take turns to feed him as they watch the movie, his eyes gradually growing heavy as it goes on.

Drowsy with his head full of cotton Deceit nuzzles Remus’s cheek affectionately before doing the same to Logan. His thanks given he burrows further into the pile of blankets letting his eyes finally close and drift off.

Feeling cared for and that his broos is safe, He drifts off into a peaceful slumber, smiling softly to himself.

Maybe it will be alright.

[stranger-who-writes-fiction]

♫ Surfing on a soundwave, Swinging through the stars, Take a left at your intestine, Take your second right past mars!

On the Magic School smelly space bus! ♫

SPOILERS for Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow #2!

This is a comic where, the longer I sit with a particular issue, the more I’m like, ‘yeah. Yeah. YEAH.’

It’s dense in a way that invites the reader to go through it multiple times, and rewards additional readthroughs.

Also, it helps that the art is FREAKING AMAZING.

Seriously. Evely and Lopes should draw and color everything, forever, always.

(I will honestly be shocked if they don’t get an Eisner nom for this book.)

Anyways, all of this to say: Another issue that I enjoyed. It has one of the most genuinely sweet Supergirl moments I’ve seen in the comics in a good long while.

So, if you’re looking for a quick thumbs up/thumbs down rating, thumbs up!

If you’d like some SPECIFICS, though...

THE STORY

King is an evil genius because we don’t pick up where we left off--rather, we start in the midst of the Space Bus journey.

There is technically a Big Action Scene, but I was honestly surprised by how...casually? the story progressed.

Essentially: Kara and Ruthye are forced to travel by bus because 1.) Krem stole Kara’s rocket and 2.) this corner of the universe doesn’t have the right stars, so Kara’s still recovering from being under a red sun for an extended period of time.

The bus makes occasional stops; they encounter a space dragon; Kara takes some Red Kryptonite and saves the day; they eventually arrive on a planet with a yellow sun. 

And again, all of this occurs with a kind of...breezy ease that I was not expecting at all.

I assumed that the space dragon fight would make up the final moments of the issue, after having built up the problem to a point where Kara needed to intervene.

But, noooope. The space dragon happens somewhere in the middle, which helps sell the central idea that this is simply Kara’s life. She’s been there, done that. She’s a badass who takes it all in stride.

But! Important to note! Ruthye still marvels at the sight of Kara taking out the space dragon, as well she should, because:

OH MY GOD. THE aRT.

There’s only so many times I can say, ‘it’s phenomenal, it’s gorgeous, it’s stunning’ before sounding like a broken record.

But it is. It truly is. This is the prettiest monthly book on the stands right now.

(Realizing I’ve been spelling Ruthye wrong this entire time, maybe? IDK. Apologies if I have.)

It’s in the final moments of the book that we learn what transpired after Krem shot Kara and Krypto and fled: Kara managed to get Krypto and Ruthye to a healer, and then passed out for a week. 

Ruthye and Kara recovered, buuuuut...

Krypto is still very near death because the arrow was poisoned.

The healer can’t treat him until he has a sample of the poison.

Which Krem has.

(See where this is going?)

So! Kara regains her powers! Ruthye has a super on her side! KRYPTO’S LIFE HANGS IN THE BALANCE!

Gimme. Issue. 3. STAT.

THE CHARACTERS

Very much enjoyed Ruthye in this issue!

There’s a really tricky balancing act you gotta pull off when writing child characters; you don’t want to just write them as tiny adults, but you also don’t want to be obnoxious or cloying in trying to write ‘true-to-age.’

King gives himself a bit of a cheat, by setting her up as a rock farmer from a...what would you call it. An old-fashioned planet? And thus the kind of character who had to ‘grow up fast’ and behaves more maturely than your typical pre-teen might.

BUT! IMPORTANTLY! This is tempered by placing Ruthye in situations where her (understandable) ignorance is challenged/put to the test. Like, yes, she is mature, and well-spoken, and utterly tenacious, but she’s also out of her depth, and still in need of help and guidance.

(Which is how we get to The Best Scene which I’ll get to in just a sec.)

TL;DR - this issue has really sold me on Ruthye as our POV character and I am officially Invested in the relationship between her and Kara.

Speaking of...

It’s KARA-CTERIZATION TIME!

So, okay. There’s some ‘eh’ stuff in this one, but, BUT!

We got the goods again.

And by ‘goods’ I mean this:

Whatever other nitpicks I have (and I do! Have one! Which I’ll get to!) THIS. This right here! This is Supergirl. This is Kara.

And what a beautiful line to introduce this moment:

“And it began--as most things begin when you’re dealing with Supergirl--with a moment of kindness.”

It’s the same gentle concern we saw in the previous issue, where Kara knelt down to address Ruthye eye-to-eye. 

Here, Kara’s facial expression, and the way she takes Ruthye’s hands and shows her what to do...

It’s just. SO SWEET.

Ahhhhh it’s so good. :D

So good! In fact! That the above scene offsets my one complaint, which is that Kara came off as harsh, IMO, when addressing the bus passengers, looking for Red K. 

Other good stuff from this particular portion of the book: we get Kryptonese (maybe? I think?) And a mention of Kara’s mother being strict about certain things, which is in keeping with the 2000s series version of Alura.

Ruthye also asks if Kara ever tried to avenge the death of her family/culture and she says no; Ruthye says that she heard a lifetime of regret in Kara’s response, which I suppose could be read one of two ways:

1.) That she regrets her choice not to avenge them, or 2.) that she regrets not having the option to avenge them, as there was no one person to punch, no single action that could rectify the destruction of the entire planet.

I personally prefer the second reading.

Which I suppose contradicts the recent-ish “Killers of Krypton” arc, but who knows what is and isn’t canon anymore, honestly. XD

As for the rest of the issue! I found myself thinking of a Grant Morrison interview, actually.

Morrison apparently met a Superman cosplayer at a con and that’s when the character clicked for them: “[The superman cosplayer] was so in the character, but what really got me was the way he was sitting. It was this absolutely relaxed pose with one knee up and the arm bent over, and that’s what broke Superman for me. Suddenly I realized that Superman wouldn’t be a poser, he wouldn’t be a Muscle Beach steroid guy; he’d actually be completely relaxed because nothing could hurt him. He could be so open and friendly to everyone because no one can punch him or hurt him. He can’t get a cold, or be damaged by anything you’re carrying or wearing. For me that was the power of that, whether you want to frame it as magical or not, it actually informed the stories I wanted to write. I felt I understood him in a way I hadn’t until that moment.”

That’s always stuck with me, the idea that Clark would be the most at-ease, chill guy you'd ever talk to.

And THAT, I think, is what we’re seeing here with Kara. That at-ease-ness.

But in a way that is distinct from Clark! In the above quote, it’s clear that Morrison thinks it’s Clark’s powers that are the reason he can be so relaxed and at ease.

But Kara is de-powered here. So why is she so chill?

Because Kara is an alien.

Kara’s in her element, here. She’s used to space travel, she knows the ins-and-outs, she’s not shocked by any of the weird stuff they encounter on their journey. 

Love it. LOVE. IT.

I am SO GLAD that King decided to go with Kara being the wizened mentor, as opposed to the naïve kid learning to be tough. It’s a much more interesting angle, IMO.

Also NO MENTION OF RIVALRY BETWEEN KARA AND CLARK. WOO. LET’S KEEP THIS ROLLIN’.

Alright, last, but certainly not least:

THE GOOD BOY! KRYPTO!

When I tell you I stress-read this entire comic first thing in the morning...XD

And I am STILL stressed. And a little sad that Krypto doesn’t get to go on another space adventure but! This is MIGHTY PREFERABLE to what I *thought* was going to happen, which is that Krypto would die from his injuries, and Kara would likewise be out for revenge. 

Fortunately, that is not the case! 

So like, the stakes?!?! Suddenly sky high. Find that dirtbag Krem and GET THAT POISON BACK TO THE HEALER!!

ART and MISC. STUFF THAT I LOVE

I generally don’t like to post entire pages of a comic, or panels without context, but the...reach? of this blog is extremely limited so. I think we’ll be okay. XD

So, alright! Some moments that I particularly enjoyed!

One of the panels that Mat Lopes shared early on! 

I want this lettered version on a mug.

(Also she looks very ’Grace Kelly-ish’ here.)

Love Kara’s facial expression and her line about space travel being more fun when you can fly.

From the same portion of the book--such a neat detail that Kara keeps her cash in her sleeve!

Another set of panels that I think Tom King shared a few months back.

Love Kara’s little smirk, and the, “I’m wearing a big yellow S on my chest, and a very fashionable red skirt.”

It IS fashionable. WE SUPPORT THE SKIRT, IN THIS HOUSE.

Also the slrrrrrrp. XD

It’s good.

Okay, 1.) VERY COOL SCI-FI DESIGN and 2.) that line is great. “Can you feel it, Ruthye? We’re getting closer. The stars are changing.”

Mmmm, them good cosmic Kara vibes.

Kara’s attitude about the Red K here is fun, like, ‘WELP, sometimes you turn into a monster, sometimes you don’t!’ but again, the line is what gets me.

“Did my hair move?”

“I do not believe so.”

XD

Honestly? I could post the whole comic here. Evely’s vision of ‘public transit, but space’ is just so immediately...not ‘real’, necessarily, because there’s such a fantastical element to it all, but it is fully realized. I think I used the phrase ‘lived-in’ and that’s it--this world feels like it has always existed; every grimy nook and cranny, every rando space bus traveler.

And Mat Lopes’ colors!

There are like, five distinct color palettes at work in this issue, and Lopes handles them all masterfully.

I think my favorite is the...I’ll call it ‘ethereal space aquarium’ lighting in the bus as they view the space dragon.

The glow and the shadows and the blues and pinks...

GGGGGGGGAAAHHHHHHHHHH so goooooooood

So, yeah. :D

I am very much enjoying this weird, wild ride with small, precocious Ruthye and wizened, crusty Kara. XD There’s some stuff that I don’t *love* but my goodness, it could be a lot worse!

Let us end on the beautiful title page: