#I had to make Faye a magical girl

[ajerboa]

Thinking about cowboy bepop again...

#I had to make Faye a magical girl #i couldn't stop myself #she would of course have a gun as her magical staff whatever #also catboy spike #cause you can babygirl poor mew mew any character #anyway eventually Ill actually learn how to draw chibis and shade/highlight #not today tho! #cowboy bebop #spike spiegel #faye valentine #swordfish #my art

[dr0wning-in-hell]

One Of a Kind- Xavier Thorpe

Summary: Y/N is a rare creature, something that’s thought to be extinct. She’s hated by all Normies, and maybe even some Outcasts, but one Outcast in particular thinks differently of her.

Warnings: a bit of angst, some fluff, probably some cursing,

Word Count: 2.9k+

Characters/Pairing: Faye!Reader x Xavier Thorpe, Mentions of Principal Weems, mentions of Tyler

Prompt: simply that Y/N feels like the biggest Outsider amongst Outsider, but Xavier is there to prove her wrong and let her know that she’s just a one of a kind.

A/N: Reader is similar to Maleficent, but without the horns. :) Has magic and those giant wings that I freaking adore

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Y/N had been found on the outskirts of the forests in Europe before she was sent to Nevermore. Principal Weems was the one who originally found her anyways, so she thought it was her duty to take care of her and give her shelter, not just because she was an Outsider who was hated by half of humanity, but because she was one of the rarest creatures she had ever laid her eyes upon. 

That was when Y/N was 12, until she was brought to Nevermore she had spent her time as a child hiding in dense forest areas that no one could possibly get to, secret caves that held her own hideaways far from the Normies of the world. When she was brought to the school for Outcasts, she felt like a freak. Everyone at the school was pretty, popular, they all looked semi-normal, but not Y/N.

No, Y/N had to have fangs, longer and sharper than any vampire’s, naturally long nails that should have counted as talons, and ginormous black wings that shrouded her body. Y/N was, in her eyes, a human bird. 

From the moment she stepped foot onto campus all eyes were on her. At that young of an age she was scared, she scared herself and everyone else, but as she grew up she turned that frightened little girl into a power to be reckoned with. As everyone at school watched her grow into this confident young lady, they also became less scared of her. She had her times where she’d lose her temper and lash out, her magic uncontrollable as she’d stomp away and wreck everything in her path, but they knew she was just like them in that sense. Unable to control how they felt because there was not a single person in the world that understood what it was like to be an Outcast. 

By the time Y/N was 16 she had learned that it was just better for her to stay on campus at all times than to go into town and try to be normal with everyone else. The Normies may be able to hide their hatred for the Outcasts at least somewhat decently with the others, but with Y/N she could always see the look of disgust on their faces from a mile away. Every time she’d try to go into town with a few people from school she was always picked on, bullied, and it wasn’t even just the Normies who did it. She’d be invited out as a joke several times, it wasn’t until the third time she was made fun of and abandoned in town that she realized no one would ever truly except her for what she was. 

Outreach day was approaching and Y/N was dreading going, but Principal Weems was making Y/N volunteer this year by having her paint a mural of Nevermore and the town of Jericho together in harmony. The thought made Y/N gag. Why would she want to celebrate such a stupid day that obviously had no meaning to anyone in the long run?

If this wasn’t mandatory then Y/N wouldn’t be going and setting herself up for embarrassment. Rude comments ran wild in her head as she mocked what some people in town were going to say as she showed up to celebration. 

She packed up her painting materials in a duffel bag and then headed to the Quad, where all the other students would be getting their assignments. When she walked into the Quad everyone had already begun hoarding together in their cliques, so Y/N just stood next to the wall and waited till they were all dismissed. One thing about having these giant wings was that she couldn’t ride on the bus with everyone else, instead she was going to have to fly herself down the town. 

Y/N’s eyes scanned the crowd of students, watching as they opened their assignment letters. Some students were happy but others seemed upset about what they got. One of those people was Xavier, someone that Y/N admired from a far but would never confront face-to-face. He must’ve been upset about what he got, the same going for his friend Ajax.

Feeling as though she had intruded on people’s private conversations, Y/N picked up her duffel bag and headed towards the front of the school. Little did she know that as soon as she walked away from the bustling students who were rushing towards the busses, Xavier had looked up from his assignment card and watched as the black winged beauty turned away and walked away. 

Xavier didn’t see Y/N again until everyone was in the town square to listen to Principal Weems and Mayor Walker go on about how important the day was and how they created a new statue in honor of the town embracing the Outcasts. 

It was complete bullshit and everyone knew it. Y/N must’ve gotten bored listening to their speech, because once they were all dismissed to go to their jobs for the day, the Faye was no where in sight. Xavier sighed as he trudged over to the Weathervane for his assignment. Working in the same café as Tyler, his tormenter, was not how he wanted to spend the day. 

When he walked into the café his eyes landed directly on the winged beauty. She stood in the corner awkwardly looking down at her phone as she waited for her order name to be called. Once she heard her name called out she went to grab her drink quickly and bolt from the small building. Y/N didn’t even look up as she brushed past Xavier and out into the open. 

The taller boy watched as she walked with her head low, going to the designated area for the portrait she was to draw. It was the same wall that Xavier had painted on last year, on this exact day. The thought of her putting all this effort into a portrait and then possibly having it destroyed just like he had done to him, angered him more than it should have. Taking in a deep breathe he walked over to Tyler, who also didn’t looked too amused that he was in this situation as well.  

An hour, maybe two at most had gone by before he saw what Y/N’s painting looked like. It was amazing, to say the least. The wall Y/N was using as a canvas was a mirror image of the town on that exact day. Both the town and it’s people joining together with the students of Nevermore in celebration of Outreach Day. The thing that pulled it all together? The heavily detailed painting of Joseph Crackstone in the center of the town. It was perfect for that day, and exactly what Principal Weems wanted out of the feather winged girl. 

As Y/N stood a few feet away from her painting, admiring it and criticizing it, she could hear the words that the towns folk were saying. 

“What a freak.” Some mumbled. 

“Who let the little birdy out of her cage?” Some would tease menacingly. 

“If there were a contest for being the biggest freak of all the freaks, she’d for sure win.” 

One would think that on a day like today, these small minded people would put their snide comments to the side and at least pretend to be decent, but no, in fact they were even worse. Usually she could handle those harsh words, but for some reason today was just the day for her to snap.

Bawling her fists she began to pack up her painting supplies, anger consuming her as she thought about all the horrible curses and spells she could use on these lesser people. Y/N was so overwhelmed with anger that she began to shake which caused her to drop some spay paint. 

Before she could reach over and grab some asshole had to kick it so hard that the can busted open, spraying Y/N and ruining the bottom half of her painting. With tears blurring her vision and anger blurring her judgment, she stood up quickly, her hands glowing a bright green as she threw the Normie against the wall opposite of her. She growled lowly, her eyes glowing the same green as she began to close off the person’s airway with her magic. If it weren’t Xavier to snap her out of her trance, Y/N for sure would have murdered the man. 

Y/N’s eyes stopped glowing, along with her hands, her gaze moving from the man she was choking to Xavier who was standing in front of her with a very concerned look. For a split second Y/N’s eyes looked at the man, her growl scary enough to send him hurling around the corner and down the sidewalk. 

Without a word she took a step away from Xavier and turned back to her supplies. She through the busted can into her bag, zipped it up, and then tried to walk away. As she was a few steps away from the tall blonde, he reached out and gently grabbed her wrist. Y/N stopped and turned to look at the boy, confusion grazing across her face. 

“What? You gonna make fun of me too?” Y/N’s words were harsh, but Xavier knew that she was still angry. 

Letting go of her wrist he lets out a soft sigh, “I was going to ask if you were okay.” He said looking at her and watching her expressions. 

Y/N looked taken back at his question, as if no one had ever asked her that before. “I’m fine,” Y/N huffed. She was clearly lying, but why on Earth would she open up to someone she barely knew, so easily? Xavier’s look on his face was basically saying, ‘really?’ He knew she was lying and was hoping she would just talk to him a little bit, even if this was their first time really talking. 

Letting out a huff of frustration, Y/N let her walls fall down as she looked away from the boy. “Fine, no, I’m not okay. I’m pissed.” She paused and waited for a response but only got a nod telling her to continue. “This is all just so stupid, it bullshit. No one cares about today, they just care about the money they get from this stupid day.” Y/N rolled her eyes as she looked up at Xavier. “No one actually cares, they never will. We will always be the freaks and outcasts to them, they will never see us as equals.” 

Xavier could practically see the steam rolling off her skin, seeing how angry she still was. He knew there was nothing he could say that would make her feel better, so instead he gently took her duffel bag from her and offered to take her to the Weathervane.  It took a moment for  Y/N to consider the offer, thinking that this was just going to be another joke, but once she realized that Xavier meant no harm she agreed and the two began the short walk to the coffee shop. 

It was a good thing that the café was slow that day, or else Y/N and Xavier probably wouldn’t have been able to talk as much as they wanted to. The other great thing about it being slow was the fact that wasn’t a lot of people around to gawk at Y/N and make rude remarks about her looks. The only other person in the building was Tyler, but he could care less what the Nevermore students were doing, especially Xavier. 

Xavier and Y/N sat at a booth close to the counter, both of them feeling the tension as they squeezed into their seats. Well, Y/N squeezed into her seat because of her wings, Xavier was fine. 

It was quiet at first, the two just looking around and avoiding each other’s gaze for the first few minutes before Xavier decided to speak up. 

“Your painting looks great, by the way.” He smiled softly, hoping that she’d realize he was here to talk to her and not belittle her. “The detail in it is amazing.”

Y/N was a bit taken back by the compliment. She wasn’t used to people saying nice things to her, let along talking to her at all. “Thanks, though I’d rather see that stupid statue burn than to paint it, thanks.” Anyone who was listening to their conversation would know that she was joking, she was being serious. 

Xavier chuckled a bit and nodded in agreement, “Trust me, I know how you feel.”

Y/N snorted at his response. How could someone like him? Someone who looks normal, understand how she felt? The only odd thing about him was his father, and the face that he could make his artwork move or come to life. Xavier looked confused at Y/N’s slight harshness and watched as tried to lean back a bit in the booth, crossing her arms as she looked at the wall.

“Hate to break it to you, pretty boy, but you most definitely don’t know how I feel.” Her words were harsh, and completely true. While Xavier could have anything he wanted and grew up only being know as the son of a famous Outcast, he would never really know what it’s like to feel like Y/N. To be tormented for how he looked. It’s never a problem that he has ever had to deal with.  

Silence filled the space between them once more, both of them unsure of what to say next. Xavier studied Y/N’s face, memorizing every curve, mark, and point there was. To him, someone she barely knew, he thought she was the most beautiful and unique person on this planet. Even though he didn’t really know her all that well, his heart wanted to know more so he could get closer to her and learn to understand her. 

Y/N’s eyes unfortunately wandered over to the window where she could see the townsfolk pointing and gawking at her. The anger that had slowly started to subside started to come back stronger than before, her eyes starting to glow that vivid green color. Xavier’s eyes followed hers and once he noticed what, well who, she was staring at, he immediately when to  calm her down. Without thinking or hesitation, his hands grabbed hers softly, like she was made of the finest porcelain and he didn’t want to break her. 

“Don’t worry about them,” he said softly, his thumbs rubbing small circles into the backs of her hands. The action startled her at first, but then she found it calming. Her eyes stopped glowing, her heart went back to normal and she no longer felt like ripping out those peoples throats.

“Why do you care so much?” Y/N asked with a tilted head, “You don’t know me, so why do you care so much?” It was a genuine question she wanted the answer to, but Xavier wasn’t sure if he could really tell her why he cared.’

The boy gulped, trying to find a way to word his thoughts in a way that didn’t sound creepy or stalker like. There was a long pause before he said anything, it was when she went to pull her hands away from him that he sputtered out the truth. “I’ve always liked you, thought you were the most mesmerizing being to ever lay my eyes upon. I’ve watched you, since the moment I started going to Nevermore, I- I just didn’t know how to approach you. I was nervous.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, thinking he was joking and was put up to this as a joke. “You’re only saying that to say it, you don’t mean it.” Her eyes averted downwards towards her lap, trying desperately to focus on anything but the feeling of her hands still holding his. “No one thinks that of me, I’m a monster.”

Xavier’s gentle squeeze on her hands was enough to pull her Y/E/C eyes back up to his blue eyes. “I don’t think that.” The warry look on Y/N’s face was enough to tell him that she really had never been told that in her life, “I promise, if I truly didn’t think that, then I wouldn’t have said it in the first place.”

The shaky sigh that Y/N let out worried him. Had he gone too far? Did she find him repulsive now? Was this all too creepy?  

“I don’t think you understand how much that means to me,” When their eyes met he finally saw the tears that brimmed her waterline. Carefully, he reached up and swiped away the stray tears that managed to slip down her flushed cheeks. The soft smile that Y/N let Xavier see was something he’d remember forever. He’s the only one who’s seen her cry, who’s seen her smile, who’s been so kind and genuine to her. 

This was the beginning of something new, for the both of them. It would be rocky in the beginning for sure, but both teens could tell that they’d let out the best of each other in the long run.

#imagine #preference #angst #fluff #reader insert #faye!reader #magic!reader #netflix's wednesday #Wednsday imagines #Xavier Thorpe #Xavier Thorpe x reader #Xavier Thorpe angst #Xavier Thorpe fluff #xavier thorpe imagine #Outcast!reader #percy hynes white #Percy Hynes White imagine #Percy Hynes White x reader #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #netflix orignal series

[natalynsie]

Turqouise Hearts (Tomco Oneshot)

Mewberty is an experience that mewman magic users under the age of 16 go through, usually coming a few months after the first spell.

The person who is affected by Mewberty will shed colorful hearts, turn into a faye-fairy-butterfly mix form, gain sticky web-like substances in the palm of their hand, which can be used like a spider web, and become obsessed with people they are even mildly romantically attracted to. But with people they are already heavily attracted to, feelings will enhance dramatically, making it dangerous to see people going through this stage of life.

Mewberty usually only lasts a few hours, and from it, comes Mewberty wings.

Well, when Marco Diaz was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, holding the turquoise heart that had just fallen off of his forehead, the first statement was proven wrong.

Marco was not a mewman. But he had used one spell in the past few months. The All Seeing Eye, Eclipsa's spell, which was one of Star's favorites.

"Star!" Marco called from the bathroom. He knew Star, Tom, and Janna were downstairs watching a movie. He had been there too before going to the bathroom, where the turquoise heart in his hand had fallen off his forehead as he washed his hands.

"What?" Star responded from downstairs.

"Get up here!"

There was a sound of footsteps running up the stairs before Star entered the open door, Janna and Tom behind her, to see Marco looking down at his hand.

"What do you need?"

Marco held up the heart in his hand. "Um, this fell off my head."

Star's eyes widened, and she took the heart into her hands. "Oh. Oh no," she said, feeling the tissue-paper-like heart in her hand. "It's a Mewberty heart."

"Wait, Marco used magic? He's a mewman?" Tom asks through the doorway.

"Yes and no, I think I've said multiple times I am a human," Marco replies. "Okay, so, Mewberty, as in, crazy purple Star kidnapping multiple boys at school Mewberty?"

"Yeah," Star says. "I didn't know humans could get it, but them and mewmans are very similar so I guess it's possible. But that also means me and Janna gotta scram, you wouldn't mind staying, right Tom?"

"Um, yeah I can do that, I guess."

"Alright! You know Marco, you're gonna go girl-crazy and stuff. Bye!"

Marco waved as more hearts started falling from his face.

"Call us when it's over!" Star says before slamming the door.

"So, Tom, care to fill me in a bit? All I know is from when Star got it at school."

"Basically it prepares you for intense magic, even if you only use magic once," Tom says. "The Mewberty wings are like, butterfly transformation thing that Star does."

"Yeah but like, do I need to do anything?" Marco asks, trying to catch all the hearts falling from his face so he doesn't have to clean up as much later.

"I guess I just have to keep you away from girls and make sure you don't leave the house, your parents won't be home anytime soon, right?"

"No, they're having a couple days vacation."

"Okay," Tom says.

"For safe measures, I'm gonna go lock myself in my room so it'll take a bit more work to get out," Marco says, hearts starting to fall uncontrollably as he runs down the hallway to his room. He locks the door and looks around his room.

I wonder if being bi will affect it. And maybe having a crush on Tom? Star's bi and it didn't seem to affect her. And Star acted a bit more crazy with Oskar. Oh hell, that'll be a way to come out, locking Tom in a corner or something.

Marco thought that last part as a joke. Hopefully he wouldn't end up doing something like that. Tom didn't know. Marco's parents knew, but that was it.

He knew his friends weren't homophobic, Star had told them she was bi and Jackie was pan. But Marco was a perfectionist, and could never figure out how to tell them in the best way.

To pass a bit of time, waiting on his inevitable crazy butterfly form that Star had, he went through some pictures he'd saved on his phone.

Star had been a lot more freaked out about Mewberty than Marco was. But she had been in school, and Marco was in the safety of his house.

Suddenly he landed on a picture of him and Tom. Fuck.

Tom had his arm around Marco's shoulder, they were smiling, holding ice cream. Star was the one to take that picture, he remembered, because she wanted a picture of her Earth bestie and Underworld bestie. She'd then sent it to them both.

Then Marco couldn't see through all the turquoise rain.

His hands started feeling soft, and he dropped his phone.

Of course. On Tom's picture.

Tom was the only other person in the house. He could hear him humming on the other side of the door. He was probably doing that weird stretch thing Star hated so much too.

He felt something in his stomach. Looking down, he realized his hoodie and jeans turned turquoise, matching his now turquoise skin and hair. Just like how Star's clothes had changed.

And he felt his sides stretch, as if he were growing something out of it.

And then he fell out of control.

On the other side of the door, Tom finished his stretching. He was about to go back on his mirror when he heard pounding on the door.

Looks like it's started.

No big deal. It wasn't Tom's business until Marco managed to get out of his room.

Then he would just have to stop him from getting anywhere else.

He did not care if Marco would just fly past him and search for someone else.

He did not care that Marco wouldn't pay attention when he came out of that room.

Oh, who was he kidding? Of course he cared that Mewberty Marco would pay him no mind. Tom wanted Marco to like him. He really wanted Marco to like him.

"Hey Marco, calm down in there, you're not going anywhere," Tom said through the door, but the pounding only got louder.

And then the door, just floating there, was forced open by a turquoise version of Marco.

He had four arms, the hoodie was gone, a plain t-shirt under. His skin had faint hearts dotted every here and there, and eyes a very light version of his skin. And oh god, the wings. Big, diamond shaped, turquoise with his new eye color in the center of the wings.

And something about him looked so pretty in that moment. Tom was stunned.

Marco grabbed him by the horns and face, floating a little closer to him.

Then reality set back on Tom. Marco didn't fly past him, to his surprise. In fact, Marco was very, very focused on him.

And that made Tom blush like crazy, because, well, it was Mewberty, and during Mewberty, all you focus on are people you're interested in, even if it's just a bit.

Tom knew Marco didn't mean it, Marco didn't like him. But it meant Tom had a chance for him to like him, because if Marco was focused on a boy, that meant he liked boys. That was new.

And suddenly Marco was closing in on him, fluttering down to the ground, hands now moved to Tom's face and neck.

And Tom did the only logical thing one would do when your best friend going through Mewberty tries to kiss you- push him off.

But Marco was persistent. Shoving Tom into a corner, he used his web hands to trap him there.

"Marco! Let me out!" Tom shouted, knowing it would do nothing, and tried pushing through the sticky stuff.

Marco smiled, looking down on him.

Then he flew away.

Tom clenched his fists and tried not to blow up. Ugh, that stupid butterfly thing! He was way too smart, making Tom all flustered so he wouldn't think just so he could shove him in a corner and try and get out.

Tom was outsmarted by someone going through Mewberty. Wow, that's a new low.

He decided to burn the sticky stuff and ran downstairs to make sure he hadn't left yet. And thankfully, Marco was still tugging on a locked sliding door.

Ha, stupid.

Tom pulled him off the door. Marco turned to the boy and was fascinated by him again, feeling all over his face and horns.

"Get off me!" Tom said, lightly pushing him.

But Marco didn't listen, and flew lightly off the ground so he was at Tom's height.

"No, no you don't!" Tom shouted, giving Marco a harder shove, and with quick thinking, grabbed two plastic grocery bags off the table and tied them around Marco's hands. "Can't trap me in a corner anymore, loser. We're getting you back to your room."

Tom dragged the resisting Marco up the stairs and shoved him in his room, pressing the lock before closing it and leaning on it, keeping Marco in.

There's pounds on the door again, Tom rolling his eyes at the useless effort.

"You're not getting out this time, Diaz."

Tom didn't know how long it had been after that. All he heard was rustling and pounding on the other side of the door. It must've been an hour before the door was busted open again.

Tom didn't have the time to register what was happening before he was pinned to the ground by Marco.

"Marco!" Tom shouted, and tried to push him off. It didn't work, and so Tom kicked and pushed, trying to get Marco off without hurting him.

This went on for about a minute before a lot more hearts poured out of Marco's face.

Tom shielded his face as the hearts fell on him, and then Marco dropped onto Tom's chest unconscious.

It was a few seconds of Tom spitting out Marco's hearts when Marco let out a groan.

"Ughh, what happened?" Marco asked, rubbing his eyes and looking down at Tom.

Oh shit, Marco thought, as he realized where he was.

His eyes widened as he scooted back. He remembered a few glimpses of what had happened.

"Oh god, Tom I am so sor-"

"It's fine, Marco," Tom said. "Could've done with a heads up about you liking guys, though."

"Dude I- how are you so cool with this?"

"It's just Mewberty, no big deal."

"But I li..." Marco started, but didn't finish. He vividly remembered all the attention Star paid to Oskar, and he just did the same to Tom. But maybe Tom didn't know that part. Has he ever been around someone in Mewberty? Probably not.

"You what?"

"Never mind," Marco said.

"No, what were you gonna say?"

"It's not important," Marco said.

"Were you gonna say you liked me?" Tom asked, hopefully.

"Wha- um," Marco said, looking away. "Yeah, I-, I was."

"Really?" Tom asked.

Marco buried his face in his knees. "Yes," he whispered.

Tom crawled over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey."

Marco looked up just a little bit.

"I like you too."

#tomco #marcoxtom #tomxmarco #tom x marco #marco x tom #marco diaz #tom lucitor #star butterfly #janna ordonia #mewberty #coming out #svtfoe #star vs the forces of evil #star versus the forces of evil #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #natie fics

[wysteria-clad]

Wintery kisses.

paring: Jake Lockley x fem! reader (established relationship with the moon boys)

genre: fluffiest shit you've ever read

a/n: literally wrote this instead of sleeping rn

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There was one rule you were hell bent on not bulging a bit; your boyfriends were not allowed to leave the house without kissing you no matter what.

And when Jake left the apartment without kissing you, that's when it all started.

It was an early, winter morning. Snowflakes were settling down on the Earth gently and softly, coating the pavement and the road with pristine white magic, the lamps by the pavement stood tall and proud, their heads glowing with soft, warm light.

The moment you rolled off to see the empty bed and no sign of—your papi, ahem, Jake, you let out a sound that was a mix of half whine and half groan. Where was he? Did he really leave without kissing you?

This cannot happen.

And so you sprinted down in your sleeping attire as fast as can—a comfy t-shirt, and soft cotton pants, still half asleep, with only your socks on.

"Jake!"

Jake had already started his cab, but he stopped when he saw you sprinting towards him, well, trying to anyway.

"Princesa, what are you doing out here?!" he stepped out the car. He couldn't stand to see you shivering one second. He immediately wrapped his jacket around you. And cursed a whole lot in Spanish. "Y/n/n, are you crazy? You'd get sick!"

"You didn't kiss me."

His face and the tone of his voice instantly changed. A hearty chuckle left his lips. "You were sleeping, princesa"

"I don't care"

Your 'I just woke up annoyed, don't give me shit' glare and the frown on your lips was absolutely cute to your man.

With a wide smile still on his face, he rubbed your arms, then cupped your face softly and planted a kiss on your forehead that lingered for few more seconds longer than the usual quick peck on your head.

"I love you," satisfied now, you wrapped your arms around his torso, a slow smile making it's way on your face, "so much" you nuzzled your face further into feel his warmth.

"Te amo, princesa," he bent down slightly to kiss the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you. He pulled away after few moments, "Now go back to bed, mi amor. It's early and you stayed up late working"

It wasn't really your fault when your boss shoved few extra paper work to you.

You groaned. "It's cold without you," you whined.

"I'll make upto to you, I promise. Now, get back inside, my little snow queen, you are not even wearing warm clothes."

His concern was endearing. "You'd take care of me if i get sick" you joked playfully.

"Don't even joke about it." He can't even bear to see you sick because of the common cold. "Por favor, princesa..."

"Alright, alright" with a grin, you kissed his lips and returned his jacket. Waving him goodbye, you went back inside to carry out your day.

What a lovely day it was.

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[probablyintensemuses]

INCOMING: A DESPERATE COLLEGE STUDENTS OATHBOUND PREDICTIONS!!!!

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TRACY!! I JUST FELL TO MY KNEES IN THE MIDDLE OF WALMART! THE WHOLE GANG!! I’m so happy to see Valec, Alice, Will, & Mariah in the flesh like wtf! But while we are here, I want to talk about some of my Oathbound predictions…because I can. ❤️⚔️💙

P.S. IF YOU HAVEN’T READ LB OR BM I SUGGEST YOU DO NOT CONTINUE! Spoilers ahead!

• Okay first, I truly believe that Bree has had her squire and kingsmage all along, Nick and Sel. I mean just with the relationships between those three, there is no way it goes any other way.

also, Alice will wake from her coma and have somehow inherited powers from Will as she was LITERALLY breathing his aether signature in. Like I’m not 100% sure how that would work, but we’ve seen it in media before, take Monica Rambeau and Wanda’s hex for an example! Maybe that interaction with magic will awaken Alice's own unique magic too, or maybe it's closely related to Bree again how the Mesmer did too in LB.

Regardless, when she awakens I think bby girl will be given an even more important role in the finale of this series. Maybe like being Will's squire...

• it’s going to come out that not only is shadow daddy, IYKYK not spoiling for potential new readers who have no sense of self-preservation and are reading this anyways, is not only Sel's father but VALECHEZ’s! Like not only would that be pure comedy considering how they were at each other's NECKS in BM, but it makes sense as to why Sel was succumbing to his demonia so fast, faster than others, maybe because a little more demon than others…

•I think this new magic system that Tracy is cooking up is going to tap into Natasia and Faye’s relationship a bit more and even Sel and Bree’s.

I also think it’s going to be the solution to not only Sel’s demonia, but Bree’s bloodmark, and even abatement and all these fucking legendborn oaths. I mean think about the word OATH, practically meaning something one HAS to abide by. Vera took an oath of sorts with the blood mark “one daughter at a time for all time.” The legend born and their oath of service and all this, as I call it, greedy magic which shortens their life spans, the Merlins too! What if, just what if, Faye and Natasia found a way to combine both their forms of magic (root + aether + blood craft) and created something entirely new? Something so potent and powerful, defying these “oaths” or what you could call them, curses, to cure all these things…and what if since Bree is from Faye’s lineage, sel from Natasia, what if they can do it together too.

• I think we will learn more about the Morgaine. More on Nick….hmm. A lot of LB fans keep calling him boring, but with his mom's disappearance, and the fact that Tracy is too good of an author to simply leave his arc hanging, I don't trust it. Maybe he will even go rogue, I'm not too sure ATP, but don't sleep on Nick!

• Lastly for my final predictions…more like a pipe dream. I really, for the life of me, need Bree to pull a Wanda from episodes 8-9 of WandaVision with Shadow Daddy.

We know Bree is smart and clever, this ain’t new! So, I need her to take what she has learned from shadow daddy, and then pull a clean uno reverse, and get out of there! EXPEDITIOUSLY!

Then from there, I need her to find Sel and Nastia (preferably in some cute cabin in the woods, and Natasia needs to be a MILF) this revelation of Bree's survival prompts Natasia to discuss the above ^^^ She and Bree get to work! Sel is now cured and they can get these oaths removed!!! Once these oaths are removed, the REGENTS ARE TOAST, TOR TOO! Then we get to work on Camlann in book 4! Cuz that’s how tf Tracy does it! Period!!

THESE ARE JUST MY PREDICTIONS, NONE OF THESE ARE CANON!! All I have to say is I'm fucking so excited about this book and even though it's still two years out I'm trusting Tracy's expertise to bring us something DE-LI-CIOUS! Also is it too much to ask that if this is adapted for television to have it animated, we know how much Tracy loves and takes influence from anime... it's only fair, and I feel can make for a more accurate and dynamic visual medium.

That's all for now. PEACE.

#legendborn3 #legendborn #bloodmarked #tracy deonn #legenbornpredictions #legendborn cycle #bree matthews #kingbree

[v3nusxsky]

can you write a fanfic about emily and R having a daughter?

A mini you

*Authors note~ I took a fair few creative liberties here. I wasn't sure what sides of this you wanted so I decided to try capture all points, I hope that's okay anon*

Trigger warnings~  fluff?

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

When you reach a certain age, it's only natural to think over your younger days. Remembering the good and the bad, reflecting on the years you'd lived. For you, that moment was happening now as you and your wife were getting ready to attend a wedding.

Emily and yourself were high school sweethearts, the kind that everyone just knew would stay together forever, if Emily was somewhere you weren't far behind. Even at the age of seventeen you knew you wanted her to be your wife. Emily was so unapologetically herself and that's what helped you come out to the world. Those times were some of the best, even when you were sneaking around to see one another. You even went to prom with her, you in this stunning maroon, floor length dress and her in this form fitting suit. That night she'd turned up at your house with a bunch of red roses for you. That night was certainly magical.

When you both finished school, Emily went through the FBI academy, you stood by her every step of the way while you went down a teaching route. You knew that work and home life would need to be kept separate as much as possible, if Emily had to go undercover then they couldn't recognise her as your partner. The day Emily got accepted into the BAU, she took you out to dinner and got down on one knee. You knew then this was your forever. Being her wife was a dream and you couldn't believe it was finally going to come true.

After your wedding things calmed down, you got to know the rest of the team, often coming in to see Garcia when the team were working a case, in your holidays you opted to work in Garcias office, the company was nice and if you got to hear your wife's voice then that was a bonus. Emily loved knowing you weren't alone while she was away so she would often come straight to Garcias office after arriving back to steal a quick hug and kiss from you.

Children were something you always knew you wanted, Emily too. And with her job it made offending IVF easy. The decision on who would carry your child was easy, Emily loved being in the field and being pregnant would make that rather difficult for her, you didn't mind carrying your child but you had one request. "Emi I want a mini you, those dimples, those eyes and that hair. Your kind heart and smart mouth" you murmured one night. So it was decided you'd use Emily's egg but you'd carry the baby. And that's how you were given your beautiful daughter Delilah Faye.

You'll never forget the day you went into labour, a slow day for the BAU, paperwork really and you were with Garcia getting a drink in the little kitchen. You'd ignored the niggly pains you'd been having putting them down to Braxton and hicks, but when your water broke, the squeal of Garcia alerted your wife and the rest of the team to what it really was. Your wife instantly hoping into protection mode, she and Garcia helped you to the car before she took you the hospital, thankfully all the bags had taken residence in her boot weeks ago.

Delilah's infant days were certainly an adjustment, Emily had two weeks off to help you but that flew by. You adored having your daughter to care for, a little piece of Emily while she was away. Realistically, she was a very easy baby, but completely a mamas girl. In her toddler years she showed just how much of her mothers fiery temper she had, if Emily had a case and Delilah wanted her mama you knew about it. It often upset you thinking she didn't love you the same way. Every time you felt such a way your wife was quick to remind you Delilah loves her momma just as much, it's just because Emily has to travel so often that she clings to her so much.

As Delilah aged, you began to see just what Emily was saying, Delilah was five the first time you had to leave for a teachers conference, you hadn't expected her to cry and cling on to you as you kissed them bye. She even had Emily FaceTime you before bedtime. She snuggled into your wife as you talked her about her day and how much you love and missed her. Only then did she fall asleep snuggled on your wife's chest. The sight truly making your heart ache, the two raven haired beauties so far away from you, you began to wonder if this is how Emily felt when she was away with work.

You and Emily were both present on the day she started high school, her teenage mindset not wanting to be embarrassed as you both dropped her off, "mommmm!" She whined seeing you crying slightly, "mama she's crying again." Your wife chuckled and they both said their goodbyes before driving away far enough to not be seen. She parked up and pulled you into her arms. "Angel, she'll be okay" she reassured as you sniffled into her shoulder, "she's all grown up em" you mumbled truly craving those baby days back, where she was so small and needed you both. "Come on angel let's get you to your work children."

The day Delilah left for college you both cried and laughed at how the moving process went. Your wife quick to remind you the perks of an empty house and your daughter quick to remind you she was more than ready for this step. Clearly you were the emotional one that day, you reminded her she can always come home and you and Emily were only a phone call away. That memory triggering the one where she was a scared twelve year old who just got her first period. She came in to your bedroom on a rare weekend that Emily was home thinking she was dying. She just needed the comfort and guidance of her mothers and you both gave her that, she would always have that ready and waiting should she need it.

Before her final year in college she brought home her first boyfriend. This time it was Emily who needed to be reminded that Delilah was smart and wouldn't choose anyone unworthy. She knew her self worth you'd both made sure of that. Emily couldn't help but profile the guy though, and she made sure to keep a protective eye on Delilah. Even going as far to warn him on all the things she could make happen if he ever hurt her in any way shape of form.

The same boyfriend was about to marry your daughter, he became just as much a child to you as your work children. He made your little girl happy and that was all that matters. After all they shared a love similar to you and Emily and that was truly the highlight of your life. Your daughter truly was a mini Emily, even opting for a similar style of clothing as your wife. It was clear she admired her, but she would adopt traits that were undeniably you. And that's what you'd always dreamed of, a mini Emily mixed with the better parts of you. Your perfect flower, only now she'd bloomed and now was going to be someone else's. That's okay though because she will always be yours and Emily's daughter, the miracle of your lives.

Word count~ 1314

#anon answered #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x fem!reader #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss x you #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds #anon requested

[mongoose-bite]

This isn't that relevant but I just never remember to take screenshots. Paladin moment! And you can see Wyll's lil face in the background if you squint. I anticipate a playthrough where we both have dogshit strength being pretty funny.

Did Faye go party after talking to Halsin? Of course she didn't. My girl will not rest while innocents need saving, and I did just fast travel out without saving that stupid bard...

I don't know what it is with me and names in this game; I saw Volo and was like 'heh, same name as that freak in Soul Calibur' and completely forgot Volo's Guide to Monsters until I saw him again.

The party. Oooh god I was not prepared for the party. Neither was Faye. Laz'ael kinda had dibs, and couldn't be un-dibbed so it was basically a night of awkwardly rejecting people. Excruciating for both of us. Notable exceptions: Wyll, who did not ask. I thought Faye might go for him, but they are a bit too similar. He's basically a brother from another mother and she loves him as such. Halsin, who was very kind but firm when Faye wondered if she could get to know him. okay.jpg

And. Of course. Asterion. Who let her know he was absolutely desperate to fuck, but anyone but her. Ew. Listen, this entire camp is crawling with horny morons, and if you weren't such a sour and condescending gremlin you could have your pick of them, but instead you're having a sneer-off with the one person you can't stand who is going to go and get laid regardless.

I actually kind of love how antagonistic they are, and I'm almost tempted to turn the ship around just to watch him eat. his. words. But I couldn't do that to Faye, who basically regards him like a tired paramedic outside a club at 3am on a Sunday asking again what it is he's taken. Sadly, he's her job.

Anyway. Laz'ael. You don't have to get all dommy to get head, you know? She's a paladin getting on her knees and giving is in her nature. I don't think Faye regrets it, but she finds Laz'ael a bit exhausting in several senses and doesn't want a rematch either, or to talk about it. Asterion probably sensed that. Dick.

I still had this cursed book sitting in my inventory, cause I am the stupid, and had forgotten right click opened an Attack option in the menu and I fruitlessly kept trying to target it with the general attack option. I did eventually work it out.

Now I had noticed Auntie Ethel had the fey creature type, but I thought nothing of it, and Faye, sweetheart that she is, wasn't going to scare some old lady by telling her about the tadpole, so I only headed to the swamp out of a desire to fill in the map before leaving the zone. Also, a friend had informed me I could improve things slightly with Asterion by 'baa-ing' at redcaps, a bizarre piece of advice that made no sense til I got there. Frankly it's the first thing about him that's been remotely charming.

Anyway, we got as far as the door to the hag's lair, and I thought we'd more or less hit an instant boss fight, and I and my companions were so close to level 5. That extra attack was gonna do so much for me. So I turned around and scoured the map for anything that might offer scraps of exp. Took all day. Rested.

Gale offered a magic lesson. Faye had a great time til it all got a bit too serious and she broke it off, getting the sad and lonely reaction, and she's feeling bad about it cause he's hot and smart, and good-hearted. But. It did seem a bit too smooth, and he did also kick things off with a picture of his ex, and then a demonstration of how good said ex makes him feel. If she even is an ex. I'm not cucking a fucking goddess. Faye's wis score is higher than that.

Dyce would love everyone in this party though. He really would. I need to know if an nonocule is possible.

Back to Faye. Rather than face her problems, she decided she'd rather go to a horrible swamp and fight a hag with a guy who deeply dislikes her. It went fine. Overall, by the time we were done in the swamp, Asterion had gone from barely tolerating her to grudgingly tolerating her. As she herself says, 'I've got a long road ahead of me.'

#crunchy plays bg3 #bg3

[zahri-melitor]

Elvira's House of Mystery Special #1

After working through two very much kids' comics in a row, it's nice to be back with a story that's willing to have a bit of an edge to it. And House of Mystery has delivered for me before.

Elvira's Christmas Carol

To nobody's surprise this is yet another retelling of the three Ghosts scene of A Christmas Carol. Elvira learns the spirit of Christmas by getting taken around by Cain, Abel, and Destiny. In the end she resolves to celebrate Christmas by sending a giant bat to Cain and Abel.

Oh, What Fun to Laugh and Sing a Slaying Song Tonight!

This one troubled me. It does contain a Real Santa (as well as several fake Santas), but I could have done without the magical healing scene.

We once again have a crook robbing a Santa gathering donations, and then stealing his costume and heading off with the cash to rob other places. Onija Smith, our troublemaker here, apparently just broke out of Rikers Island 2 hours ago and is on the run. He breaks into a house and while stealing all the gold and silver is discovered by a little girl - who thinks he's Santa! She's blind and asked to get her sight back for Christmas. Smith tells the little girl he's doing a spell by gathering all the valuables, then escapes out the window as he tells her he needs to get something from the sleigh to make the magic work. However... REAL SANTA suddenly comes down the chimney!

And cures her blindness. Yeah. That happened.

Santa's feeling old and tired as he gets back into his sleigh, and as he takes off...he runs over Onija Smith, killing him.

This is House of Mystery after all.

Oh Christmas Tree - this is by Barbara Randall so I'm going in with decent hopes.

A couple of social climbers (Faye and Steve) have just moved into a fancy new house and the wife wants the best Christmas Tree this year. They look at a bunch of options but Faye declares she wants a 'real wild tree' so they go chop one down in the forest (which was off limits for lumbering).

After a Christmas party of showing off the house, the couple go to bed and the tree comes to life, growing roots and through the walls to attack the couple and kill them in the house.

The tree's growth takes over the whole house, and is so huge it eventually gets cut down to be the Christmas Tree outside the White House.

'Twas the Night Before X-Mas...

The Night Before Christmas poem, about nuclear winter (this is a nice change, I haven't had many Night Before Christmases yet).

Some aliens stop by but find that the entire planet has been wiped out by the nuclear bombs.

However...their ship detects something moving and they worry it's a missile! (it's actually Santa)

Unfortunately, Santa gets zapped by the aliens.

#DC Santa read along

[manias-wordcount]

imagine dancing with spike 😭😭

When Time Isn't Enough (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆'𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘂𝗵,,,,, 𝗶 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝗲𝘀 :)

𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗯 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: @dogsandrocketsocks @pittbull-enthusiast @asuperconfusedgirl  

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

Time just seems to stop when he looks at you. 

  It stands still, and just it parts ways just for him to lay his eyes on you. And sure, you’ve always stood out in the crowd to him. You always had a way of catching his eye. Of entering his view. Of being on his mind. And it didn’t matter if it was an empty room or a busy street. You just had a funny way of being the center of his attention every second of the day. But he could never fault you for it. Not with that pretty smile of yours. The one you would give him whenever you caught him staring. 

  But that pretty smile you’re giving him across the room coupled with that wedding gown that you haven’t taken off yet? It makes him want to do more than just stare. It makes him want to more than just look.

  The ceremony had ended a couple of hours ago. Everything went off without a hitch. And it was beautiful. Because it absolutely was everything you wanted to see and hear and do. He made sure of it. Even if it’ll have him selling his life away to a nine-to-five forever. He wanted that moment- that moment the doors push open, and everyone looks back to catch a glimpse of you. Pretty, perfect little you in the expensive little number that he never even let you learn the price of. But that was fine because you looked beautiful, and radiant, and gorgeous, and all kinds of words that he wished he could have told you at the moment. But he couldn’t. Not with the way he was choking on his thoughts, his words, his breath, his everything. 

  Because time just seems to stop whenever he looks at you. Who knew a wedding dress would stop his heart too?

  And by the time you make it up to the altar, he’s practically out of it. Sure, he makes all his cues because Jet Black isn’t just his best friend, he’s his best man too. And sure, he manages to wipe the stupid look off his face that his tunnel vision is giving him whenever maid of honor Faye catches his attention with a sour look on her face. And sure, the laughter that erupts as Ed the flower girl and Ein the ring bearer step onto the scene is the perfect reminder that he’s standing up at an altar not because this lighting gives him the perfect view to admire your beauty. But because he’s going to marry you today. In a few mere minutes. In a few mere seconds. In a few mere moments. You’re going to be Mrs. Spike Spiegel. You’re going to be his wife. 

  But that moment has passed. No longer are you both face to face at the altar, waiting for the moment to say your vows. To say “I do.” To kiss. No longer are you ‘going to be’ to be married to him. You are. You are. You are. The ring on your finger tells the whole story. But he doesn’t want to think about stories right now. He just wants to think about you. You. You. You.

  So he does. He lets nothing else but thoughts of you enter his mind as he sees you once more after returning from the bathroom. And compared to everyone else, you’re glowing. The brightest star in the galaxy as you laugh at a joke made by one of your cousins at one of your family’s tables. Your parents are looking at you fondly. Ein is following you dutifully. Oh, but they don’t matter. They never mattered- not quite in the same way you do to him. Because even after taking his eyes off of you for one second. One measly second. One precious second. It’s like the magic is all there again. It’s like he’s fallen in love again.

  So when the muffled voice of Jet comes over the mic, announcing the next part of the reception, Spike never stops looking at you. When all eyes glance up and around, searching for the newly wedded couple, he never stops looking at you. And when the music starts to play- a song so soft and slow and romantic he could have easily mistaken it for the sound of your voice- he never stops looking at you. And when your eyes meet his from across the room, he’s still looking at the most beautiful woman in all of creation. He’s looking at the way your hair sits on your head. He’s looking at the way your dress hugs your body. He looking at the way your smile of all things is about to bring him to tears. And he decides once again that looking isn’t enough. Staring isn’t enough. Time isn’t enough. 

  So he takes a step. Or maybe it was two. Or perhaps even three. Or four. Or five. Or who knows how many. Who cares how many? Because all that matters is that he’s close. He’s so close that he doesn’t just have to look. He doesn’t just have to stare. He doesn’t just have to let time sit still and for him to find a moment to love you. He just has to offer his arm, and watch as you take it. He just has to smile so, so gently as delicate fingers rest over the fabric of his suit and lead you to the dance floor. And all you have to do is smile back at him as the world fades around you two until there’s nothing left. No family. No friends. No party. No nothing. 

  Just you, as one of your hands finds his shoulder. And him, as one of his hands find your waist. And now, the music, as he takes your empty hand in his. 

  Because when he finally got to tell you that he loved you, he knew that looking wasn’t going always to be enough. Because when he finally got down on one knee, he knew that staring wasn’t always going to be enough. And this morning, as he slipped the ring on your finger, and leaned in to kiss you for the first time as your husband, he realized that time was not enough. It would never be enough. But he’ll find a way. 

  He’ll find a way to make it enough.

  It was he chooses as the two of you step in a circle, moving in time with the music. It’s what he determines as the two of you brush noses and lock adoration-filled eyes. It’s what he promises as he whispers just how much you mean to him in between twirls and dips to develop into hugs and kisses. He’ll find a way to make it enough. He’ll find a way to love you in the way you absolutely deserved to be loved in a world where time itself isn’t enough. 

  And even as he wakes up in his own bed tomorrow as a just bounty hunter and not quite the happily married man he saw in his dreams, he’ll take his resolve with him. Because as pretty as the smile you’re giving him right now as you fix breakfast for his crew would look even better…

  …if he could just get down on one knee and show you what he’s been hiding in his nightstand from the first time you said “I love you too.

#spike #spike spiegel #spike spiegel x reader #cowboy bebop #cowboy bebop x reader #cowboy bebop spike spiegel #spike cowboy bebop #spike x reader #cowboy bebop fanfiction #cowboy bebop fanfic #x reader #xreader #fanfiction #fanfic

[emberfaye]

ooooh for the weird writers asks:

8. if you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?

12. if a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into lorem ipsum, i don’t make the rules

17. talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

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8 if you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go? answered already, i do an action based fic and it'd go fairly well i think?

12 if a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into lorem ipsum, i don’t make the rules --the keyboard typing speed of 15 year old faye roleplaying in aol chatrooms with her friends. because damn that girl could type so fucking fast. I can still get fairly fast, but it's nowhere near those speeds--i don't know if my hands just don't work that way anymore, if all the keyboards are different, or if i just have slowed down in my old age. --the perfect instrumental playlist that i didn't have to create, of all my fave writing songs especially the ones i don't remember the names of --drag and drop text programs for when i need to change things around, and selecting/copy/paste doesn't work well enough while trying to picture where it actually belongs in the section

17 talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text. which wip? I have so many T_T the last one i was actively working on is paying the price, my gift for the wonderful dumpsterfire. It's where chay needs a lil encouragement to believe that kim loves him, and then regrets the actions he's taken.

the title is a reference to once upon a time, where rumplestiltskin says "all magic comes with a price". I based the witch's name on old fluffy bunny jokes of choosing pagan names. Chay in this fic is very hurt, he's very scared, and more than he has ever been in one of my fics. he's afraid of change and afraid of stagnation, but he's no longer able to put himself out there without a safety net.

When he thinks that safety threatens kim's agency (and deludes kim's feelings) the thought was that chay tried to fix things, but he was unlucky in life, of course magic can't fix that either. The third chapter isn't out yet so I don't want to really spoil much, but I wanted to make this whole fic surreal---is chay a reliable narrator? is kim? when does a dream turn into a nightmare, and when does a nightmare ease into a dream? This is a chay who has regret lingering on his skin no matter what he does or chooses, and that plays into his actions and feelings more than he noticed.

weird writers asks

#interaction #ask answered #babydroll

[cutiecrpze]

“Ah, a shooting star! They say that anything you wish for when a shooting star passes will come true. How about we make one right now!”

Name: Faye “Yuu” Estrellas (Though, She normally goes by Faye ) Pronouns: She/They

Nicknames: Herbivore( Leona ) , Little Shrimpy (Floyd ), Mademoiselle Trickster ( Rook ), Little Beastie ( Malleus ).

Age: 16

Birthday: April 16th

Height: 157cm

Gender: Female

Family: ???

Homeland: ???

Twisted From: N/A

Class: 1-A

Dorm: Ramshackle

Occupation: Student

Club: N/A ( but she’s looking to join one! )

Best Subject: N/A

Dominant Hand: Right

Favorite Food: Grilled Cheese Sandwich

Likes: Music, writing, decorating, cute things, and pastel colors.

Dislikes: Rude people, Messes, Cockroaches and most bugs.

Hobby: Writing

Talent(s): She actually has a pretty good singing voice,it’s just that they’re very insecure about it.

Personality: If you asked people to describe Faye, the answers would vary, some would say she’s a bit of a klutz, others would say that they try their best with what they have But, one thing for sure is that Faye is the most exuberant member of ramshackle dorm, constantly bursting into songs from her world while cleaning around the dormitory, or hoarding all the pink and cute things they can find. Nevertheless,Faye has a heart of gold and always treats people with kindness and respect ,so long as they treat her with the same respect they give to them.

Backstory:

[ AN OLD BOOK OF FAIRYTALES APPEARS BEFORE YOU,MAGICALLY TURNING TO A CERTAIN STORY..]

The Sick Girl and Her Wishing Star

“ Once upon a time, there was a young girl.

She was like all the other girls, she liked the morning and the sun and hated the dark, and she loved to imagine and play pretend.

But, this girl was quite sick, and was confined to her room. She was very sad that she couldn’t go out to play like the other kids, but she settled with what she had, her imagination.

Everyday, she was someone different, a Princess one day and an adventurer the next. It was the most she could do, the closest the young girl could get to the outside world.

One night, the young girl looked out the window,noticing that a shooting star had just passed by. Her eyes lit up as she made her wish.

‘ ‘ I wish that I would stop being sick, that I could finally be able to go outside and play.. I wish I could be like a Princess, and be saved from my room by a handsome knight, so that I can finally be free.. ‘ ‘

As the girl laid her head down and drifted off to sleep, she heard someone whispering into her ear.

‘ ‘ Don’t worry, your wish has been granted.. ‘ ‘

And so the girl- “

[ THE BOOK CLOSES, AS IF NOT WANTING YOU TO READ ANYMORE..]

TRIVIA

If you couldn’t tell,Faye is largely based off of me and my personal issues, though ,I don’t have an illness myself. (Thank god)

Estrellas is Spanish for stars

Though Faye isn’t twisted from anyone,I took inspo from a couple Disney princesses for her personality.

She’s also a tad bit based off the star in Pinocchio ,like the smallest bit.

#Faye “Yuu” Estrellas #twst self insert #twst mc #twst yuu #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #faye’s ocs #faye’s adventures in wonderland

[masterofrecords]

Angstober day 8: Dark Days

Ah. Once more I return to the topic of Faye. This is something of a sequel to last year's Fever as well as a prequel to Hand-made Miracles.

Like Clockwork

The Coleridge mansion was always filled with peculiar gadgets, clockwork helpers, the sound of moving gears. The many timepieces counted the time precisely, coldly.

“I don’t think you should be drinking right now.”

Something clanged to the floor.

“Shut up and fuck off.”

Ah. Profanities. Perhaps Orion underestimated the situation.

He carefully moved several delicate-looking components, metal and glass intertwined into a future something, and hopped onto the table where Leo was having his pity party.

“I don’t think I will,” he said, leaning back onto his hands to be able to better see Leo’s face.

“Screw you,” Leo replied without much heat in his voice. If anything, he looked tired and defeated.

He also looked terribly drunk despite the only bottle on the table being half-empty. Lightweight.

“If that makes you feel better, sure. What are best friends for?” Orion flicked Leo’s forehead and sighed. “But somehow, I doubt this problem here has such an easy solution.”

Leo’s face crumbled, and Orion scolded himself for the joke, but rather than blow up at Orion, Leo instead dropped his head onto his arms, fingers clawing at his sleeves.

“What do I do?” he asked, voice choked and muffled. “Orion, what the fuck do I do?”

Orion softly hopped of the table to instead lean awkwardly so he could hug Leo’s shoulders. If only he knew the answer – hell, any answer to that.

“She keeps getting worse, she’s always in pain, always burning up. What if there’s no cure?” Leo’s shoulders shook, and Orion clutched at them tighter.

“Hey, come on, don’t think that way,” he tried, even though the words tasted flat in his mouth. “I… I’m sure Remi will think of something. She’s promised to ask around, didn’t she? Do you really think all across the world, there is no one who knows how to treat this stupid thing?”

Leo said nothing, and Orion had a feeling he didn’t truly believe in that last sliver of hope.

In truth, Orion had trouble finding the strength to believe it himself. He patted Leo’s head, noting how the red locks were damp with sweat. Did Leo also have a fever? Or was it just drunkenness?

“Look, Leo,” he paused and swallowed, unsure what to say, “you know we love Faye very much, right? She’s like a little sister to all of us, not just you. We’ll do all we can, okay? I promise you. If there is any chance at all, we’ll do what you need us to do. So… don’t lose hope, okay? Because I don’t think we can deal with both of you being out of commission.”

He felt like the last coward saying it, but he also added, “Faye needs you to be strong, doesn’t she? You’re her big brother, so don’t you dare let her down.”

Leo was quiet for some time, and Orion wondered if he’d finally fallen asleep. Was anyone else still in the house? Orion would probably need help getting Leo to bed on his own…

“If she…” Leo suddenly sniffed. “What would I do without her? She’s…”

Orion forcefully unclenched his jaw. “Come on, don’t think like that.”

“It’s all I can think about,” Leo argued, finally raising his head and looking at Orion. “All these years – ever since – it’s been the two of us. She’s still just a kid, Ori.”

She wasn’t, not really, but Orion knew what Leo was talking about. He – at some point, all of them – had practically raised Faye. How old was she when their parents died? Eight? Nine? Back then, Leo was barely into adulthood himself.

To them, to Leo, she would always be that little girl, no matter how strong her magic had become or how proficient she was with clockworks.

Orion straightened up, his back protesting from being in a hunched position for too long. “Think about it this way,” he suggested. “What will she do without you? She’s still here. Spend this time with her, not with a bottle or these gears.”

“I just wish I could do something,” Leo’s face twisted again, a desperate, doomed attempt not to cry. “I can’t – we’re just sitting here. I want to help her, and I can’t and it’s –“

It was torture, Orion finished in his head. Not just Faye’s illness, but seeing Leo like this, reduced to frayed nerves and sunken eyes, anxious in his helplessness.

He’d been on autopilot these last few weeks, and Orion couldn’t figure out if it was good or bad that the dam had finally broken.

Orion got on his knees and took Leo by the shoulder. He’d run out of platitudes, but Leo probably didn’t need them by now. At that point, all Orion could offer was companionship.

Leo half-turned towards him and suddenly collapsed onto him, his light frame heavy with premature grief.

Orion hugged him and swallowed around the tightness in his own throat.

Leo cried into his shoulder motionlessly, silently.

Minutes ticked by on the heavy hands of the workshop clock.

In the house where metal came to life, three people kept falling apart.

#angstober2023 #masterofrecords angsts #masterofreocrds writes #day 8 #welp faye's story never fails to make my eyes watery

[batteredoptimist]

@imprvdente from [x]

Her eyes couldn’t help but follow the motion of his arms as he reached for her basket, grabbing a few berries and popping them in his mouth. At his question, she jolted, realizing he’d gotten even closer to her.

A trade. With a faye? 

Giving him something had been bad enough. But an exchange? That sounded worse, right? She blinked too quickly, eyes quickly darting to the basket of fruits to avoid his glance. What sort of things did she desire? 

No. No, she couldn’t reply to that. She couldn’t trust him! Her father had warned her, and yet she had not listened to his words! Now, she was certainly in trouble. 

Just watching her, James can tell that this lass is wise. The others of his kind have spoken extensively of humans and their greed- how easy they are to manipulate. Some do it for a laugh and some do it to teach a cruel lesson. James isn't so certain yet what he wants, but what he does know is he doesn't have the heart to bring harm to this lass. If anything, this interaction alone is entertainment enough.

Sneakily James plucks up another berry as the girl thinks, and she does look a mite concerned now. Maybe she's heard stories of the not so friendly Fey. Truthfully, it would be unwise of her to trust him. Though he may not be the bloodthirsty sort, it's never a good idea to start thinking you can just walk up to a Fey and start haggling with them.

"I must admit-" James says with his smile turning warmer, "That I'm not exactly the most powerful creature here. My magic tends to extend towards flora, more than anything. But if I were to make a suggestion? I could create a rose bush for you that never wilts in winter. Or-! You could tell me your favorite mushroom and I could ensure there would always be a patch of it that grows for you."

#[[ once again let me apologize for falling off the face of the planet LOL ]] #[[ new post with old reply for context :) ]] #imprvdente #c.james #v.stolen child

[magicalgirlfumiko]

The inexperienced magical girl almost didn't finish her sentence before a hand fastened around her neck and was pulled away from the window, Seiko's scythe pulling back ready to decapitate her.

"What are you doing here?" Seiko's voice was cold. "Are you one of them...The corrupted?"

"Corrupted? No! I am trying to find out what happened to my friend Goldenrod...My mascot said that they saw someone with a sctyhe. That could only mean it was you! Don't you know the rules? No killing other magical girls!" The inexperienced magical girl

"The rules mean nothing, in war they are the first casualty and you mascot are forcing me to save people from their doom!"

Her grip tightened around the other girl's neck as here eyes bored into her eyes. As with everything she did her face was a blank mask.

"… this action, if carried out will escalate hostilities. Your murders will become a full fledged warzone… we will become unable to prevent human society from noticing… they will retaliate…" The girl said as she gasped for air.

A new voice stepped in.

"Durch die Leidenschaft meiner Seele."

The room around her faded into a very dark blue light, Jitsuko had just appeared. Without saying a word, Seiko tossed the other magical girl into the wall knocking her out.

She moved quickly towards the window and slid it open. The magical girl then leapt from the roof of the old gang hide out to a few meters away from where the Seiko was standing. Jitsuko gave her opponent a blank stare.

However, Jitsuko's was logical and masking emotions. A poker face was always safer than not. She was hear to protect a faye from harm.

“...I hate to act like a garbage man, but if I have to take out the trash. So be it.” She said. "Let our Scythes clash."

That voice she knew it… Kashima was tossed aside and Seiko turned, a ring of dark energy gathering beneath her feet and she summoned her power. Her heavy scythe whirled as if it was lighter than air before the head was brought down with a thump that sent cracks screaking through the ground like frightened spiders.

Seiko seldom spoke before battle, there was seldom need to. When she appeared everyone knew what it meant and they either fought or fled. Her now impassive face surveyed Jitsuko coldly before her foot was lifted and the scythe swung up to rest against her shoulder and without a work she turned her back on the girl and started walking slowly away. Then she stopped.

"Stay away… or I will kill you…"

She started walking again without looking back.

“Kill me? If you are trying to make me laugh, then I sorely don’t get your sense of humor.” Jitsuko said.“…It’s my duty to protect the innocent”

She scanned the surroundings. This was a residential area, so no matter what they did someone or something would notice their fight. It was going to be best to make it look like a gas explosion.

Without warning, Jistuko attacked first, hurling black smog balls from her hands. Seiko was in her direct line of sight and couldn’t see the attack spells coming her way. This Reaper was not as effective with speedy foes; it was the one thing Jistuko remembered after studying the aftermath of battles Seiko had against other magical girls. She had her distraction set. Now it was time to set up an attack.

Jitsuko began to alter the spiritual energy around and began to charge at full speed while Seiko was coughing from the vile smelling smog Jitsuko had hurled at her. Now she was in striking range. With an strong thrust forward, her smaller scythe slashed Seiko right in the face and sent the heavier magical girl flying backward….

Seiko flew backwards , just after a somersault landed on her feet, pieces of asphalt skittering across the road as she quickly assessed the situation. The only logical thing, she leaped out of the way of Jiitsuko's next attack, her scythe glowing as it pulled her along and then vaulted over a an alley way fence, leading the other away.

As Jitsuko followed though she would be met with an impassive face and a scythe already in motion to strike. It was her style to lead her scythe into a trap, disable them with a powerful strike, then finish them off.

“She expects me to follow her lead. No. She’s a master of close range fighting. I'm going to have to smoke her out. I know that she’ll start to strategize for the smog; however, she doesn’t know what other things I’ve been training to do. Let’s try baiting her out with some of Hana's other toys that I borrowed a while back.”

Jitsuko reached behind her back and pulled out what looked like several Magic 8 balls. She hurled them towards Seiko's location. As they reached the ground they exploded, causing thicker gas to drift over the residential area they were about to enter.

Instead of following Seiko directly over the fence, she leapt on to the roof of the house that Seiko was most likely trying to ambush from. Once again, she pulled out two more of Hana's explosives.’ These were a heavier kind. Jitsuko tossed them from the roof, hoping that they might bait Seiko out. As they crashed into the ground, they made a heavy thud.

Seiko knew it was a trap, it had to be, there was a heavy thud as the blow aimed for the pursuer that never came hit the wall of the house, and into this breach int he wall the witch disappeared. The mist would obscure everything, even for her foe so she had to be somewhere where she could see where the witch would emerge, Seiko doubted she was stupid enough to charge into the mist after her.

It came to the right of Jitsuko, the splintering of timbers and shattering of tiles as a scythe and girl came crashing up through the roof, by luck it was the same roof Jitsuko had taken shelter on and with her in sight she aimed and spun before letting go, her weapon sinning through the air like a shot put.

As the foe's scythe tore its way through the roof, splinters cut into Jitsuko's skin. Realizing that her gig was up, Jitsuko aimed for the roof of the next building over. This part of the city was built relatively close together and had very little space between.

Her landing was rough. Jitsuko teared up a little as she landed on her bleeding leg. Having precious little time, she tore a piece of her dress off and made a crude bandage. She forced herself forward. A part of her was glad that being a magical girl meant that she could push herself harder than a human could.

She leapt to the next roof top. This building had a covered porch, so she kneeled on top of it for now. Jitsuko then closed her eyes and summoned her own weapon. Her fiery scythe then appeared in her hand. She wasn’t sure if this tool was going to be enough to stop the foe; however, she had enough of a distance between herself and the Seiko to make use of her actual powers.

Jistuko could easily be simply overwhelmed with physical attacks. Now…She was going to use flame to counter Seiko. If she had to, Jitsuko had all of the elements at her usage.

“Der Brand.” She then said in German.

Jitsuko was ready for Seiko. If the reaper came charging, she was going to be slashed in half by a wave of fire and steel.

Seiko saw Jitsuko get ready to engage, but Seiko had a few tricks up her sleeve too. She did not rush after her, but instead summoned dark crystals around her, each pointed like a sword and aimed for Seiko. Up until not the only sound from her had been the damage her scythe had been doing, but as she truck the back of each crystal it sounded like thunder, sending the deadly shards towards Seiko before she took off, again not towards Jitsuko but away from her, leaping down from the rooftop and into another apartment complex where she was hidden from view and dashed too, not even bothering to vault the wall but crashing directly through it, scythe first.

".. Something's not right....Looks like I am going to have waste one of Hana's better toys to play it safe..."

Jitsuko then grabbed another tool of Hana's. This time it looked like a small metal box.

With that the roof top she sat upon turned into a bright light of flame. This was soon followed by a series of explosions caused by the crystals Seiko had summoned. With the added energy, suddenly Jitsuko was being overwhelmed with extra power. She then slammed onto her back.

" Of course. She had to have something I didn't know about."

She then felt a rumble. This wasn't from Seiko. The fire that had started to cause the gang hide out she stood on was to burn as well. Fearing she might have put someone in danger, she quickly glanced down and saw that there was no car. As luck would have it, the mob that owned this building was away..

Jitsuko once again bolted from the building onto other roofs. If one were to see her from the ground, it'd look like there was a figure flying through the night. She made sure she was enough of a distance away before scouting the scene again.

"...I'll have to dig up more about this foe. Now that I have battled her, I can maybe figure a thing or two about her. Sigh.... I'll have to fix this leg when I get home..I need a break."

#muse: jitsuko #muse: seiko

[blightbear]

Hello! :D

For the Soft OC asks…

🌻 for Ashari 🌳 for Faye 🥀 for Mori'na 💦 for you!

(skip the ones you don't like of course!)

Thank you!! These were all fun so of course I did all of them :D Rest is under cut of course

the questions

🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?

After the Blight and the land started to heal, watching the wildlife and plants start to come back, watching the flowers peek through. The smell of the bread her father bakes – her mother’s favorite – every time she’s visiting home. The sound of Soris’ children’s laughter when they’re running around during the family get togethers. The spark in Shianni’s eyes every time they’re discussing reforms for the alienage. The twitch in Alistair’s ears when he’s concentrating. The smell of the newly bought pigments Alistair had given her one night.

🌳 What is your OC’s favourite way to relax after a stressful day? Do they have a favourite book to curl up with? A hobby? Or do they have a nice bubble bath and have an early night to bed?

Sitting down at the desk in their room, picking up the quill, and thinking of new melodies. Write a few notes, strum it on the lute, edit, stum again, repeat. Faye gets into that flow state when it comes to playing or creating music. Humming little tunes calms them during battles and helps them concentrate more on they’re magic output. Also outings to the Hanged Man with the main crew is a great stress reliever. 

🥀 How would your OC decorate a notebook or journal? What kind of things are written in there? Could you give an example of a nice entry?

Mori’na actually does have a notebook she carried around! It doubles as both a personal and flora journal. One side is the pressed plant glued down with basic notes: Identification, properties, location found in. The other page is filled with an entry of what she was doing at the time of discovery, what led to it. There’s some letters stuffed at the end of the journal, some addressed to her, others unsent. No one can read the journal except Mo due to the atrocious handwriting. 

An example of what a flora page would look like:

💦 If you as the writer could erase one traumatic event from this OC’s life what would it be and why?

Trauma builds character, why would I strip that away?? In all seriousness, one I would probably remove would be the disappearance/death of Mori’na’s father. While there have been way more traumatic events in their life, I think this one I’d be more fine with revising. The others shape Mo a lot more. I think my girl deserves to have both parents alive in some universe. She doesn’t remember much about him considering the age she was at when he left, but that fact alone affects Mo in several ways. From trust issues to only knowing him through her mother’s stories, something about it has left an impact.

#ask #ashari tabris #faye hawke #mori'na lavellan #included a rough PS job but it was fun to make :3

[toonabby]

Today marks the 5th anniversary of Zuzubaland, also known as Zuzubalândía in Brazil. For context, Zuzubaland is a Brazilian animated series created by Mariana Caltabiano. The series was based on the book Jujubalândía, published in 1997, and serves as a reboot of the children's live-action series of the same name, which premiered on April 13, 1998, making that series 25 at the time of this post. The show revolves around Zuzu, a cute little bee girl who lives in the titular world of Zuzubaland/Zuzubâlandía (in the original book, it was called Jujubalândía) along with all her friends and dreams about being a famous singer in spite of her ear-grating voice. Zuzubaland is a kingdom ruled by King Appetite where everything is made out of food, right down to the character names being puns of the food they represent (e.g. Marsha Mallow is a pun on "marshmallow"). The main antagonist is the Green Witch (or Anorexic Witch in some sources, but I would prefer to call her "Greenhilda" - a portmanteau on "green" (her skin color) and the name "Brunhilda"), who hates food, joy and Zuzu's singing and wants to destroy Zuzubaland. But the only way to break the magic of the grandmothers that protects the kingdom is to get the magic crown that King Appetite keeps under a lock and key. Garfedia is her assistant, but she isn't really malicious as she's somewhat ineffectual but kind; she has a doll she keeps every day called Kellen. She also has a bad habit of farting (albeit unintentionally) when she laughs a lot. (source: Wikipedia PT)

Funnily enough is that this wouldn't be the first time we would see Zuzu and friends in animated form: Gui e Estopa was another animated series created by Mariana Caltabiano originally launched in 2000 as a children's website called Iguinho, with the mascot being a puppy of the same name (at least initially). He is best friends with Estopa (a dog), is in love with Croquette the beautiful, and has a rivarly with Pitiburro. A series of films were made before finally becoming a cartoon in 2009 that aired on Cartoon Network. They even have an official YouTube channel. (source: Wikipedia PT)

A crossover episode simply titled "Zuzubalândia" was released on July 20, 2016, two years before Zuzubaland premiered. Unfortunately its only available in Portuguese without subtitles (or at least the English subtitles) and I don't know much about the episode's plot other than it being a proposed pilot for Zuzubaland. But if I want to summarize this plot, it's basically Gui having a dream about going to Zuzubaland alongside Estopa. I also forgot to mention that it also had a musical in 2013, though I could only find one image of that one.

While this show, and by extension franchise, is hardly well-known in the West, it didn't stop Zuzubaland from having it's own YouTube Channel AND official English dub by none other than Bang Zoom! Entertaiment!

The English dub is not only easily my favorite EN dubs of Brazilian cartoons next to Ba Da Bean (both recorded by the same studio), but it also introduced me to the series. The cast includes Dino Andrade as Zuzu, Aleks Le as Sundae, Amber Connor as Popcorn, Zeno Robinson as Rocky, Joe J. Thomas as Hot Dog, Ryan Bartley as Marsha, and Jason Marnocha as King Appetite, but I think the best performance hands down would have to be Wendee Lee (the titular character from Haruhi Suzumiya, Konata Izumi from Lucky Star, Faye Valetine from Cowboy Bebop, Blanc/White Heart from Hyperdimension Neptunia, and Lyn and Veronica from Fire Emblem) as The Green Witch, whose loud-mouth, nasally Wicked Witch-esque voice perfectly suits her character. In fact, I first noticed this while looking at Lee's BTVA page. I was honestly shocked knowing that she has the same voice actors as Blanc and Faye. And for the cherry on top, it has an official website (albeit in Portuguese). The website includes characters pages, video clips, games, comic strips, art, online books, music etc., so at least isn't completely obscure online unlike other South American cartoons (*cough* Underdogs United *cough*). Mariana Caltabiano also has her own official website deticated to herself and her cartoons.

In conclusion, Zuzubaland is and forever will be my favorite Brazilian cartoon of the 2010s and my favorite Brazilian cartoon of all time (Ba Da Bean is a close second). Thank you for reading this post, and if you are a fan of Brazilian cartoons, did you watch it (in English or its original Portuguese language) and whats your opinion of this underrated foreign cartoon.

#zuzubaland #zuzubâlandía #gui e estopa #zuzubalandia