#cassie lily's well

[cats-in-video-games]

Cassie from Lily's Well

#cat #named #submission #thank you for sharing this cat with us! #lily's well #cassie lily's well #now HERE'S a game ive been meaning to play for...awhile... #ye olde steam wishlist #the story for this game does some interesting things with the medium

[eveningrainstorm]

cycle knots

#i've had all of these sitting around for a while and haven't felt like posting them #but since i don't have time to draw anything new right now i figured i might as well #i've been drawing a lot of these textpost doodle thingies for psychonauts and it's mostly because normally i would make textpost edits #with talk sprites and stuff. but psychonauts doesn't have those and for some reason i'm super resistant to making them with screenshots so. #psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #uhhh am i tagging all these guys. i guess i am #otto mentallis #ford cruller #compton boole #cassie o'pia #bob zanotto #razputin aquato #norma natividad #lili zanotto #chloe barge #sam boole #putting these all together really makes it obvious how differently i color raz every time i draw him huh. #for some reason his color scheme is just hard for me to figure out. the bright yellow skin throws me off #my art

[lilitharchivess]

✨— tag dump x

#lilisms #lili x wells #lili x liam #lili x vance #lili x haven #lili x kiah #lili x ian #lili x cassie #lili x brooks #lili x rey #lili x parker #lili x lainey #lili x jordan #lili x harley

[formulapai]

THE MUSES BY YOUR SIDE PT1

a Lance Stroll social media AU

scenario: the “history of literature”’s student taking over instagram slowly attracts a driver, curious about beautiful words and dazzling writings. OR how to fall in love through poems and handwritten letters.

warning:

pai’s words: i studied history of literature while in uni (this is not the name it has where I live but from what I’ve read, it’s part of what I studied) and absolutely fell in love with poems analysis. also, i have an unhealthy obsession with myths so yeah.

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1. Putting words on words, explaining the explanation.

2. Went to the market, fell in love with mirrors and what they reflected. The sky, the clouds, my eyes, the seller’s kind smile, life passing by.

3. Gaia is learning about her Name and what it implies, carefully reading as she takes in the beauty of her own myth.

4. “Le Villi” Bartolomeo Giuliano.

user1: gaia seems to be enjoying her book ! can we know what it is ?

romanticalliope: Of course darling, it’s Pride and Prejudice ! She surely took a liking to it, as I did after reading it the first time. 🤍

user2: those mirrors are to DIE for, i need them plz

romanticalliope: They are, aren’t they ? I sadly didn’t take one home..

user3: Will we have another poem analysis soon ? I love them so much, it helps me a lot with understanding literature !

romanticalliope: I’m very grateful for your comment, helping all of you understand poetry is my main goal and I’m glad it’s working. An analysis will be out tomorrow ! 🤍

user4: Hey, random question but do you have a playlist ? I feel like you have divine music tastes 🥹🥹🥹

romanticalliope: Well, that’s a high praise, thank you my sweet. I don’t have a public playlist for now but will surely make one if people are interested :) 🤍

user1: YES PLEASE

user5: we are SO interested 🥳🥳

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user7: I WAS WAITING FOR IT OMG

user8: Thank you for this analysis!! 🥹🫶

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1. One of the Water Lily’s paintings from Claude Monet, in Paris. Undoubtedly one of my favorite paintings, it’s truly magnificent.

2. Matching Spider-Man Lego keychains with my friend. I’ll forever be enamored with my friends.

3. Gaia is disturbing my reading time as the sun is hugging us. Karma is the cat purring on my lap because it loves me, I guess.

4. The market in the morning, the scent of newspapers and mimosas surrounding us.

user2: the Spider-Man keychains omg 🥹🥹

user9: estie bestie would love them lol

user2: oh bestie while I 100% agree, I doubt Cassie knows about estie bestie..

romanticalliope: Ahah, I do know about Esteban :) and I bet he’d adore them too 🤍

user11: CASSIE SWIFTIE ???

romanticalliope: Confirmed 🥰

user5: I feel like you really like Impressionism, is it your favorite style ?? Also I LOVE this painting, still didn’t have the chance to see it IRL :(

romanticalliope: Impressionism is my favorite indeed ! I hope you’ll be able to see it soon, it’s truly something 🤍

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1. A new tattoo, an illustration for Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe. While I don’t particularly like this writer, this poem has changed the trajectory of my life and I felt it was only fair to have it engraved in me, forever.

2. Walking back from university and feeling leaves crunching beneath my weight, the smell of wet asphalt taking over my senses.

3. My friends and I going to the Lego store and standing in front of the keychains for a good few minutes, admiring the tiny persons.

4. A picture with Esteban, from 2016, baby face and all. For those not believing I actually knew who he was 😬😉

estebanocon: Nooon les deux enfants qu’on était ! On doit faire d’autre photos plus récentes 🤣 (nooo the two children we were ! we need to take more recent pictures)

romanticalliope: Invite moi dans le garage Alpine et on prend autant de photos que tu veux 😭 (invite me inside the Alpine garage and we’ll take as much pics as you want)

estebanocon: Bien compris 🫡 (understood)

user12: THE TATTOO OH GOD ITS SO PRETTY

user13: ESTIE 😭😭😭 A BABY

user14: I didn’t expect to see f1 related posts on this account 😬 not complaining tho !

user2: me neither !

user9: the tattoo is breathtaking, cheers to the artist !!

#lance stroll fluff #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll imagine #lance stroll #Lance stroll social media au #f1 fluff #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 social media au #f1 smau #f1 #Lance stroll smau

[del-stars]

chapter 5 of dreaming of after is out <33 i didn't post a sneak peek this week but here is ur snippet (go read the chap though)

Sirius opened the door, hair unbrushed and still in his pajamas, ready to tell his visitor to fuck right off so he could nap. What he did not expect was his husband to be standing on the other side, looking perfect as ever.

Without thinking, his mouth started moving: "Oh, fuck. " Sirius slapped a hand over his mouth, absolutely mortified at what he’d said. Several long, horrible, awkward moments passed between them, Remus staring blankly with his jaw hanging slightly open. Years ago-- a few months ago, even-- Sirius felt like he could see the love blossoming in Remus' eyes for him. It had been an awkward discovery, at first, realizing that someone was looking at you like you'd hung the moon. The first few times he saw that look, he couldn't help but cower away from it, blushing and hiding his face. Over time, though, he'd come to relish in it. He'd learned to read Remus' mind through his body language: the taut pull of his shoulders when he was stressed, the working of his jaw as he rolled the inside of his lip between his teeth when he thought too hard, the softening of his eyes when he wanted to be done fighting and go back to being in love. Now, though, there was an emotion written across Remus' face that he didn't recognize (or maybe a lack of one, if he thought about it). He had no idea what Remus was feeling, or what he was thinking, and this was a fairly new phenomenon. He spent so long trying to decipher the clues hidden in Remus' features that he hadn't realized he couldn't breathe with his hand over his mouth, index finger pressed under his nostrils. He wrenched his hand away, taking in a desperate breath of air. "I'm so sorry," he said, all in one breath.  Remus shifted awkwardly. "'S'fine. Can I come in?" Two days ago, Sirius would've made some remark about Remus not needing to ask to enter his own house, but he felt protective over it, now. Remus was the one who'd left. He'd sacrificed his claim to this house, had retreated to his mommy and daddy, had refused to come back when begged to. It was Sirius' now, his safe place, his home base in their ongoing battle. So yes, he could ask permission to enter Sirius' house that had Sirius' bedroom and housed Sirius' kid. "Yes," Sirius answered, trying his best to sound diplomatic. He stepped aside and let Remus walk in, then shut the door behind him. Remus moved into the living room, looking about. Right, Sirius thought, he's not here for you, he's here for Cassie. "I didn't know you were coming so early," he explained, "she just went down for her nap, but I'll wake her." "No, no," Remus said quickly. "I, erm, I was... at James and Lily’s. Didn't want to drive all the way back to Mom and Dad's, so..." Sirius briefly felt sympathy for Remus, driving at least an hour each way every time, but he quickly stifled it. There was absolutely no way he would be driving to Hope and Lyall's, both due to the inconvenience and the possibility of coming face-to-face with his soon-to-be-ex-husband's parents. No, Remus could be inconvenienced, and Sirius would not feel guilty for it, because Remus had chosen to leave. "Right. Well, you're welcome to..." Sirius trailed off as Remus turned and looked at him. That look, he knew.

#your honor they're at it again #wolfstar #del writes #marauders #sirius black #remus lupin #dead gay wizards #angst with a happy ending #ao3 #mwpp #wolfstar fanfiction #remus x sirius

[diazsdimples]

WIP Wednesday!!

Hello! I've got a two snippets from Single Dads AU today, both from Christopher and Carrie's first meeting, and when Carrie gets in trouble for defending Christopher. Hope you enjoy!!

Tagged by @rainbow-nerdss @loserdiaz @hippolotamus and @daffi-990 please go read their snippets right now!!

(Snippets under the cut to save your dash)

First meeting:

“Everyone, this is Christopher, he’s a new student starting out today. It would be really nice if someone could offer a space next to them for him to sit and show him around the school. Any volunteers?” Carrie looks around the class and notes, with annoyance, that no one’s putting their hands up. Some of the kids are whispering behind their hands and giggling, others aren’t even looking at Christopher. Carrie’s got a spare seat next to her and suddenly her Dad’s words are floating through her head. “We’ve always gotta look after the little guys, Carrie. It’s our job to protect people that need it.” Carrie’s not sure if Christopher needs protecting but she’s pretty sure he needs a friend right now so she puffs out her chest, thrusts her hand in the air and says, “Christopher can sit with me, Mrs. Dixon!” Carrie watches as Christopher just about melts with relief and Mrs. Dixon shoots her a grateful smile. Mrs. Dixon guides Christopher over to Cassie’s table and helps him into the chair, before patting Carrie fondly on the head. “You’re a good girl, Carrie, your Dad will be proud of you.” Carrie sits up a little straighter and grins. Dad will be proud, Christopher gets a friend, there’s no downside to this in her eyes. She turns to Christopher and smiles sweetly at him. “Your crutches look cool; I didn’t know they made them in blue!” Christopher looks at her, almost surprised, as if he can’t quite believe that she’s talking to him before smiling shyly. “My Daddy picked them out, he says they’re blue like Superman cause I’m his Superman” he replies, quietly and Carrie beams at him. “I love Superman! My Daddy got me to watch all the movies, but he says Marvel is better. I don’t really like superheroes, but Daddy does so I watch them to make him happy.” Just like that, Christopher and Carrie are fast friends, chatting away as though they’ve known each other for years.

Carrie stands up for Chris:

It's after lunch that it all goes a bit pear shaped. Carrie and Christopher are sitting at their table, chatting about dogs (Christopher want to know if dogs know they’re dogs. Carrie thinks they probably don’t), when Jordan, Carrie’s least favourite person, sidles up to their table with a smug grin. “Making friends with the freaks Carrie?” he asks, kicking one of Christopher’s crutches over so it clatters noisily to the ground. Christopher shrinks back in his chair, but Carrie merely glares at Jordan. “Go away, no one wants you here,” she retorts snarkily. Jordan laughs. “No, no one wants him here,” he says, his face twisting into a mean sneer. “We don’t like freaks in our class, go back to Texas, weirdo.” Carrie watches as Christopher’s face crumples and it’s like a fire is light in her belly, burning hot and angry and slowly bubbles to the surface. “I said go away Jordan!” she says, raising her voice. Jordan arches an eyebrow. “You’re a freak for wanting to play with him too, Carrie.” The anger in Carrie’s stomach burns hotter and hotter and she stands up, knocking her chair over. “Yeah well you’re – you’re a –“ There’s a million things she could call Jordan right now. Meanie?  Butthead? She’s heard Daddy say some bad words too that she could use. Like when he was really mad after he got off the phone with Uncle Doug a couple of years ago and she’d heard him call Uncle Doug a “fuckface”. Carrie really liked that one but when she’d called Lily a fuckface for taking her doll, Daddy had been really mad and asked her where she’d heard that word. He’d turned very pink and made Carrie never to call anyone that again. He'd also called Uncle Chimney a really naughty word rhyming with “runt” that Carrie can’t quite remember, so she doesn’t use that one either. She uses the worst, naughtiest word she can think of that describes Jordan perfectly. “You’re an asshole, Jordan!” she explodes, and the class goes completely silent. Jordan’s standing there, jaw hanging open with surprise, and Christopher is looking at her almost reverentially, his eyes glowing. She feels a rush of pride until…. “Carrie Buckley, come here this instant!!” Damn.

(No pressure) tagging @theotherbuckley @malewifediaz @thewolvesof1998 @jesuisici33 @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @steadfastsaturnsrings @housewifebuck @disasterbuckdiaz @callmenewbie @cal-daisies-and-briars @wildlife4life @spotsandsocks @smilingbuckley @fortheloveofbuddie @nmcggg @wikiangela @fruitandbubbles @watchyourbuck @fionaswhvre @evanbegins @monsterrae1

#carrie is now my favourite oc #buck's daughter 100% #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #single dads au #911 buddie #buddie wip #911 abc #911verse #evan buck buckely #911 fanfic #eddie x buck #911 #wip wednesday #usercam

[roseworth]

Could I get your thoughts on Teen Titans #78 and 79? Also how would you have concluded Rose's character arc regarding her family?

i LOOOOOOOOVE that story <3 its such a great representation of roses relationship with slade w the way she comes there to kill him then later on goes "nvm i love him and dont want him to die. this sucks."

not to mention!!!! it shows the difference between rose & joey's relationships with slade sooooooo well bc joey was raised by slade and thinks theres good in him! but rose wasnt raised by him and doesnt believe in any good in him (but loves him anyway)!!!!! GOD.

i love it its a fantastic wilson family story and gets all their dynamics down rly well <3 i love rose & joey in that story i love it when they get to hang out (disregard the zombies theyre just hanging out) 💕💕💕

as for how i would have concluded the arc. i have thoughts.

first of all it haunts me every single day of my life that the new 52 came and stopped anything from happening with this. her mom was ALIVE and she was being talked about!!!!!! then n52 came and erased her from existence and i will never not be upset about it (also the last panel lili has ever appeared in they made her BLONDE.) i wish i could contact jt krul and ask him what the plan was i need to know so badly

but honestly. if it were me writing it i would not have brought lili back. i think the story would be so much more intriguing if rose was basically on a wild goose chase since the only evidence she had wasnt very strong but it gave her HOPE so she clung onto it for as long as she could

plus i feel like rose would have a lot of guilt surrounding her mothers death (since she died protecting her) even though she doesnt outwardly show any guilt and just blames slade for all of it, so shes doing everything she can to a) prove to herself that she didnt actually kill her mother and b) make up for the fact that it was her fault (in her mind) and get forgiveness for it. but she doesnt get any closure or forgiveness so she has to learn to accept that she did have a role in her mom's death but it doesnt make it her fault

anyways after obsessing over finding her mom just to realize that she actually was dead the whole time rose would have a catastrophic breakdown and probably take it out on slade, who would probably make it worse on purpose

i havent thought about it in depth so i dont know exactly how it would happen but i would say that eventually she realizes that the titans were there for her while she was looking for her mom and while she was in the middle of her breakdown, then be like "the titans are my family and its great <3 fuck my stupid dad"

then she has insane lesbian sex with cassie and then everyone lives happily ever after until another writer comes along and decides to retread the same drama and ignore character development because thats what they love to do in tt03

#but part of me also wishes that lili did come back to life #because i love her but also because it would be so funny if she was part of deathstroke's kooky cast of characters #lili and addie interactions now please <3 it would be so terrible they would rip each other apart #can you imagine if lili was in deathstroke 2016. imagine if on top of everything that was already happening in that book she was there too #i will always wish she had showed up in ds16 at all but it would have been sooo funny if she was alive for it #rose wilson #dc

[charmsandtealeaves]

@jilychallenge (@jilychallenge2023) | Partner(s): @call-me-the-cassie & @itsjamespotter February: Butterfly moments | Prompt: ‘but I can’t just be friends, you’re messing with my head/ I got your heart on my mind’ from 2/14 by The Band Camino Words: 1,796

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Feelings Keep Running The Red

James had royally fucked up. That much was abundantly clear to him now. If he’d had a modicum of common sense he would have kept his distance. He should have known he had a better chance riding a hippogriff than he did in solely maintaining platonic feelings towards Lily Evans. Now he was stuck in the hell loop of getting butterflies in his stomach any time she walked into a room, or smiled at him, or looked at him with those beautiful green eyes. All because he’d been the one to cross that previously unspoken line. 

Lily

She’d been Evans for the better part of their seven years and counting at Hogwarts. They were Evans and Potter. That was the line. Then he just had to go and mess the whole thing up and call her by her first name. Something which previously he’d only dared to have done in his dreams. Which had resulted in her now referring to him by his. A problem James hadn’t even considered to be a problem until it became one. Since then he’d been plagued by that stomach flip-flopping, heart racing feeling that he just couldn’t shake. Suddenly things had become much more serious than a simple crush. 

It was entirely his own fault, a demise of his own making. They’d become friendly in their sixth year. Friendly, but not friends per say. Potions partners. Hanging out in a mixed group setting. Friendly but not particularly close. That had suited them just fine. Then came the letters. She’d be the head girl to his head boy. They’d need to work together and co-operate for the sake of the whole school, not just their potions grade. Plus this was N.E.W.Ts, they’d both have enough stress on their plates without adding provocation to that list. 

So he’d opened his fat mouth. He hadn’t even given the statement much thought before he’d uttered it in all honesty.

“I think we should be friends, Lily.” 

The second they’d left his lips he felt the first faint flutter.

“I think you’re right. James.”

There was no going back after that. A flutter became a flurrying crescendo that hadn’t stopped since. It was enough to make him feel physically sick with anxiety. It wasn’t her fault. How was she supposed to know he was a giant idiot - well, she knew he was a giant idiot but not that kind of idiot. She’d relaxed more around him since they’d become friends. In the evening she’d quiz him in front of the fire about things they’d learnt in lessons that day. All while twiddling a piece of that stunning red hair around her fingertips. Occasionally she’d prod him playfully when he stared off into space too long, when in reality he’d been staring at her. 

There’d been group Hogsmeade trips where she’d bought him his favourite, a butterbeer accompanied by piping hot fish and chips. Patrols of the castle corridors after hours alone on rounds. Where he could have sworn she’d brush her hand against the back of his on purpose. On occasion they’d partaken in duels together. She slung hexes and jinxes quicker than he’d ever seen, except perhaps from Professor Flitwick. 

He’d shown her secret passageways and shortcuts known only to him and his friends. How to sneak into the kitchens because she’d not once ever served a detention in there. Evans getting detention would surely be a sight to see. In turn she’d shown him where she hid the best potions ingredients in Slughorn’s store cupboard, and shared her secret to the perfect bathwater combination in the prefect's bathroom. All perfectly platonic things. Friends shared secrets. They didn’t keep them from one another. But that was precisely what James was doing, and he just couldn’t take it any longer. 

Doodles on parchment was what had done him in. He’d always doodled in his margins, because he could never just sit still. His hands always had to be busy. It was subconscious at this point. A hastily drawn stag on the corner of his potions textbook, not even that good. But by the time he’d wandered to the store cupboard and back for extra leeches she’d seen it, and made her own additions. 

The stag had now been shaded, and a little meadow had been placed beneath its feet. Scratchings of grass and patches of daisies. There was even a tiny snitch which at first he’d mistaken for a bumblebee. James had lit up in a grin at first, his drawing elevated by her hand. Then he’d panned his eyes down and he saw what was beneath it. 

JP + LE

Shit. The butterflies had boiled over to the point he practically felt like he was swallowing them. Yet Lily hadn’t seemed to have noticed, cheerfully stirring away at their cauldron humming along happily to herself. Oblivious to just how James had royally screwed up. 

He’d waited until they’d been left alone in the common room. Her heart and feelings on the discussion he needed to have had weighed heavily on his mind. But he knew it was one he had to have all the same, and the sooner he got it over with the better. 

“Lily… I know what I said but I can’t just be friends.” James had let the sentence out in a rush of air. Desperate to release it out into the universe and just leave it there. 

Lily had stilled when he’d spoken, not looking up from her transfiguration essay they’d been working on together. Though her quill hovered over her point in the page. 

“Why not?” Her voice was flat. 

Those green eyes were what betrayed her. Tears were already filling them despite her rapid blinks to clear them. It broke his heart. This isn’t what he had wanted and had whole heartedly been trying to avoid. Hurting Lily was the absolute last thing he had wanted to do. She’d lost enough friends as it was over the last few years and here he was adding to that list. It felt selfish, but he really was doing it for her best interest. Lily deserved a true friend. Not someone masking a crush, romantic attraction, affection under the guise of a close friendship. She deserved better than that. 

“You’re messing with my head.” He replied. “No. No, that came out wrong. I’m messing with my own head.” 

James swallowed. “I crossed the line.” 

“I don’t understand. I thought you liked me?” Lily’s voice wobbled. 

“I do! That’s the problem.” James closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose beneath his glasses. 

“What are you talking about?!” 

“The doodles in my potions book.” he supplied, as if that would make everything slot into place for her. 

“Because I added to it? I didn’t think you minded. I add to them all the time.” she defended. “If that’s what all this is about, me not respecting your space or whatever, you could have just asked me to stop. I thought it was our thing.”

Our thing. 

“No. No. Lily that’s not it at all. I love that you add to my doodles. That’s the problem. It’s got me adding our initials to the page and that was something I thought I’d stopped doing but clearly I’ve started doing it again subconsciously because I can’t get you out of my mind and I just-” Words were failing him, hsi tongue tying itself in knots he tripped over. 

“Hang on a minute…” Lily interrupted him. Getting to her feet so quickly she nearly upended the ink well on the floor between them. She strode across the room to where he had earlier discarded his satchel and torn it open, pulled out his potions textbook and began flipping the pages. She found the page she had been searching for and presented it to him. The sketch of the stag. 

“Is this what you’re on about?” She pointed to the offending marking on the page. He may as well have carved it into his own heart. JP + LE 

“Yeah.” James breathed. 

“That was me,” she replied. “I drew in our initials. I’ve done it under all our drawings.” 

Lily flicked a few more pages and presented it to him again, arm outstretched. A mini quidditch pitch he remembered drawing while Slughorn had been talking about identifying rotten roots. There were players he didn’t remember scribbling in, and another JP + LE. Lily turned another page, and another. Each time presenting him a new scene she had added to, right under his very nose. Each with their own little JP + LE. 

James swallowed hard. He truly was the world's biggest idiot. “You drew the initials in.”

“Yes. We did them together so I thought I’d mark them as such. In case you ever looked back at them. You’ve never seemed to mind. Until now.” Her voice was thick with emotion. 

“I didn’t notice ‘til today,” he answered honestly. “I used to doodle your initials on things all the time back in fifth year. My defence exam paper even. I assumed I must have done it”

“Your… as in your OWL exam paper?” She asked him incredulously. 

“Yeah.” He blushed crimson. 

“Why the bloody hell would you do that?” 

“Because I fancied you, Evans. Isn’t it obvious I still do? Considering the absolute fool I am making out of myself.” James watched the stunned look cross her face and took hold of the potions textbook as it slipped from her grasp. 

“This is why I can’t just be friends with you Lily.”

“So then we won’t be just friends then.” She said simply. “Plenty of heads have dated before us. It’s not like we’d be the first. The Slytherins might have a problem with it considering you’re a pureblood but quite frankly I couldn’t give a toss what they think.” 

“You wot?” James was dumbfounded, staring at her with his mouth open. 

“I don’t want things to change James. I like us the way we are. If updating the label is what you wanted all you had to do was ask.”

“I’m sorry, are you saying you want to be my girlfriend?” he asked. 

“Well yeah. That’s what you were trying to get at wasn’t it? Honestly you had me scared there for a minute. I thought you were like breaking up with me.” Lily sounded relieved. She was smiling broadly at him. 

The butterflies had migrated from his throat to his lungs, doing somersaults in his chest. If he breathed too hard they might start flying out of his mouth. Lily leaned down and pressed her lips against his. 

“That is what you want right?” She asked against his mouth. 

All he could do was nod, as he cupped her face in his hands. 

#jilychallenge #call-me-the-cassie #itsjamespotter #february jilychallenge #jily #jple #james potter #lily evans #Charms Library

[harmonysummertimemadness]

Harmony Summertime Madness Prompt Spotlight! ~ 💖Time Traveling Harmony Child

So u/Val_shadowhunter reminded me of this prompt which honestly I'd really love to see more of too in Harmony fics! So here's a prompt spotlight and a drabble to go with it. Plus if you're interested here's some Harmony fics which have this trope:

Time Warped by Twitch E. Littleferret

An accident turns Ryan's life upside down. As a result, the beautiful Head Girl, Hermione Granger, is seriously crushing after him which seems to raise the hackles of Harry Potter who is determined to make his life a living hell at Hogwarts. Oh, and did I mention that Ryan's last name is Potter and that Harry and Hermione are his parents?

Time-Traveling Meddler by Harrys Mistress

A boy from the future who has a problem keeping his mouth shut. Harry and his gang are in for a little suprise. You all know I suck at summaries, so please read. Rating may go up in later chapters

The Next Potter by Lysander12

Lily Potter was supposed to be helping prepare for the twenty-fifth anniversary celebration and memorial of the Battle of Hogwarts alongside Cassie Malfoy. Instead, she wound up standing before Cassie's father, just in time for the battle itself. A.K.A. a time-travelling Harmony Child contributes to the peak of her parents' legacy and the hurricane of emotions in the aftermath.

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Twenty-year-old Harry sat between Sirius and Hermione on the sofa his head leaned back and his eyes closed. A glass of fire whiskey was in his hand. “I should have been smart like you and just ended things when I realized it wasn’t going to work out.”

Hermione patted his knee sympathetically. “I’m sure Ginny will calm down eventually—I mean, we’re all friends first, right?”

“She was trying to kick me the nuts before I disapparated.”

Sirius, who had dodged his fair share of witches out to maim him, winced. “Well, at least she wasn’t cursing you?”

Harry sighed contemplatively, still not opening his eyes. “I think I would have preferred her to try hexing me.”

At that moment, someone pounded on the door.

“Oh shit,” Harry muttered, sitting up and looking toward the door before glancing back at Hermione. “She’s probably come after me again. Remind me never to date anyone with red hair ever again.”

All three sat there unmoving while the knocks echoed through the house.

Hermione, who had her share of red temper tantrums, asked thoughtfully, “We can just pretend we’re not here, can’t we? And not answer the door?”

“Answer the door! I know you’re in there!” A muffled voice shouted.

Sirius, who liked the Weasleys well enough in small doses, but definitely not when they were ranting at him, straightened his shoulders. “I’ll answer it. I’ll just tell her to go away.”

Hermione and Harry gave him skeptical glances.

“What? I can be commanding. I am an authority!”

The skepticism increased exponentially in both their gazes.

“Fine! Watch me!” Sirius stood sucking a deep breath for courage. Then he straightened all his clothes and flipped back his hair.

“Ah, he’s going to try de-escalation by flirtation,” Hermione said quietly to Harry.

“I feel like that’s wrong in some way.” Harry shrugged. “But if it works to get her to go away — flirting offensive it is!”

Sirius placed his hands on his hips as he faced their ungrateful gazes before zeroing in on Harry. “I would be offended by that, but you get a pass since you’ve finally managed to get the balls to break it off with her after being miserable for six months and making me listen to it.”

“Oi!” Harry called after Sirius as he turned away to walk to the door. “Don’t be mean to me!” Harry turned back to Hermione. “I was not afraid of breaking up with her. I was trying to make it work like a responsible adult.”

Hermione bit her lip, eyeing him dubiously. “Uh, huh.”

Harry reached out and pinched her side, making her laugh. “Don’t give me that, uh, huh. I was!”

Hermione caught his hand grinning at him before repeating herself. “Uh, huh.”

Harry leaned forward and put his drink on the table with intent. “I’m going to tickle you if you say that again.”

“Look, I’m just saying that you avoid awkwardly emotional things at all costs,” Hermione said, jumping up to get out of his reach and holding out her hands placatingly.

“Hermione, you owled Ron to break up with him.”

“But I did in a timely manner! And—and I was really busy at the time!”

Harry smirked back at her. “Uh-huh.”

“You!” Hermione jumped forward as Harry laughed and they fell over onto the couch, wrestling and muttering things at each other as they tried their best to get to each other’s ticklish spots.

Sirius clearing his throat made them both look up. Hermione had managed to climb on top of Harry while he had both her wrists caught and held above his head. Seeing Sirius looking unnaturally serious made Hermione panic that Ginny was going to come in at any moment. And Hermione was not about to deal with any unfounded accusations of her and Harry being more than friends again. She pulled away from Harry abruptly, who didn’t let go of her hands in time and they both tumbled from the sofa with Harry squashing her flat.

“Ew. So you always behaved this way,” said a young feminine voice.

Harry and Hermione looked up to see a young girl with messy black hair and bright green eyes standing next to Sirius. “Uh–” Harry muttered, getting off of Hermione and helping her to her feet. “Sirius, who is this?”

Sirius, who still looked entirely too solemn and a bit pale, motioned to the girl next to him, “Harry …. Hermione…. This is…. Uh…. this girl…. She says….”

Giving him an annoyed look, the girl stepped forward and put her hands on her hips, her head tilting familiarly. “It wasn’t my fault! Jamie was being stupid, trying to tell me what to do, and I wasn’t even doing anything wrong. I just thought that maybe Dora had gotten into Mum’s research lab and I was looking around and he has such a big fat head it got in my way and then I knocked over something on the desk—which really Mum why would you leave it unlocked—and then it started to glow and then I picked it up and then poof! I’m home, but there’s someone else living there who starts screaming, so of course I started screaming—”

Hermione and Harry had no idea what to make of the babbling which continued on and on in a faster and faster rate as if there was a time limit about to expire on the young girl's spiel. Sirius’ eyes widened as he listened before finally interrupting the story. “Calanthe Potter–”

The girl stopped and scowled. “Don’t call me Calanthe! I told you! It’s Callie.”

“Harry has a cousin we didn’t know about?” Hermione asked, trying to figure out what was going on.

Harry, though, was staring wide-eyed at the girl who looked so much like him and yet had the same scowling face as Hermione. He asked the only question that made sense. “When are you from?”

Callie’s lip jutting out with the barest hint of a tremble and her eyes watered as she held out a necklace that closely resembled the time turner Hermione had used in their third year of Hogwarts. “Twenty, twenty-four.” She paused for a minute, then dashed forward, throwing her arms around Harry. “I know I’m not supposed to mess up time, but I’m scared, Dad.”

Sirius cleared his throat and gestured to Callie, who hadn’t let go of her tight grip on Harry. “And her parents are Harry and Hermione Potter, as you’ve probably figured out.”

#fanfic #fanfiction #harmione #harmony #harry potter #harry x hermione #hermione granger #hp fandom #hp fests #fest #harmony microfic #microfiction #microfic

[psitaniumpsichosis]

~ Spoilers obviously ~

Here he is, Razputin Aquato! Lead vocalist of the Deluded Deluge and our favorite Psychonaut!

This band is just a tiny part of the Time Travel Terrors AU, a big passion project of mine that I've been working on for the past week or so :)!

If the font is too hard to read, tell me and I'll provide a transcription ASAP! Read more cause there is a tiny ramble oops

Quick note on April 21st, this au has been mostly abandoned. I've put my focus more into the Psichosis Timeline, which includes a handful of things from this au.

The only reason I've kept this posted is preservation!

OCs mentioned:

Ginnifer Barkys and Henry Zanotto-Fullbear Jr.

These two are a fun one. In the TTT au, Bob and Helmut adopted two children back in the day, Valley and Henry. Valley was a lot like Bob, a very withdrawn and shy girl who preferred plants over people. Henry however was a rambunctious, buckwild kid with no sense of self preservation.

After the Deluge, Bob fell into a depression and the two (at the time) teenagers had no choice but to leave once it got too hard to sustain themselves and stay on Bob's good side. They both ended up living in France and having families-- Valley having Ginnifer, and Henry having his Junior -- affectionately called Littlebear.

After the two returned, with their families in tow, they were able to reunite with their fathers-- only now, the previously non-psychic children showed psychic abilities!!... Well, okay, Valley did. Henry is still just nuts.

Ginny is very reserved but is extremely snappy, specializing in herbaphony and always carrying some mutated, psychic Venus flytraps in her bag. She's not afraid to beat Littlebear senseless.

Littlebear is a mini-Henry, but is a psychic-- specializing in Pyrokinesis. He has synesthesia, frequently describing the sensations people's voices/any music gives him.

Esther Cruller

Esther is, as you can assume, the granddaughter Ford Cruller. Turns out he had at least one kid running around he was unaware of, and Esther-- suspiciously-- popped up shortly after the first incident of the Time Travelling Terrors.. hmm...

Natalie O'Pia

Natalie is one of a set of twins, her brother being Nikolai O'Pia. They're Cassie's grandchildren, her daughter being their mother and a well respected Psychonaut. Their father is a mystery to them, but.. it's better they don't know about him just yet.

~~~~

More tidbits because I'm brainrotting

- Raz and Lili aren't dating, but they're very close friends-- Lili bullying Raz lovingly for his very obvious crush on Littlebear.

- In TTT, Lili's mother is Otto Mentallis' youngest daughter. Otto had three children, but the other two have been MIA since the Deluge.

- Raz has one more older sibling-- a sister named Jackie. Her original name was Vanya, but she changed it after leaving the family at 17(when Raz was 4).

- Otto completely erased empathy and most negative emotion from his mind with the astralathe after the Deluge, hence his strange behavior and lack of guilt or trauma. He had many reasons to do this, but Raz intends on going in to figure it out himself.

#Psychonauts #Psychonauts 2 #Psychonauts and the Time Travelling Terrors #Psychonauts TTT #Psychonauts AU #Psychonauts au #psychonauts razputin #razputin aquato #razputin fanart #lili zanotto #otto mentallis #psychonauts fanart #psychonauts headcanons #I'm normal about this au i swear #Psychonauts Deluded Deluge #raz has such a big crush on Littlebear #It's mutual dw #they're both too stupid to confess #so Littlebear just paints what Raz' voixe looks like to him #its very pretty and colorful #lili and frazie are taking bets on when they'll confess #dion is gonna blackmail raz with this info #its 3 am and this took forever to write #no i will not fix typos in the ref #yet

[sparrowsfallingfromthesky]

In case anyone else was curious, these are all* the names people have given Trent Crimm’s daughter in fanfiction**:

*unless I've missed any **on ao3 as of November 7, 2022 [updates below]

Seraphina/Sera

Emma

Evelyn/Evie

Georgie/Georgina/Georgiana

Leith

Katie

Amina

Genevieve

Sophie

Lola

Mia

Sara

Maisie

Rose/Rosie

Amanda

Olivia

Poppy

Mella

Annalise

Imogen

Samantha

Maud

Edie

Ruby

Annabelle

Willow

Lucy

Maggie [could be nickname for Margaret which will show up later]

Beatrice/Bea

Joanie

Ellie/Eleanor/Elle [later variation: Nellie]

Deliah

Freya

Cressida/Cressy/Chrissy/Cress/Chris (one of the fics using this name also has the middle name Ching-ling)

Drew

Alice

Ophelia/Ofelia/Feeli (one of the fics using this name also has the middle name Clementine)

Lizzie/Elizabeth (one of the fics using this name also has the middle name Tabitha [later addition: another fic has the middle name Jessminder])

Adelaide/Addy

Tabitha/Tabby

Charlotte

Madeleine/Maddy [later variation: Madelyn]

Mabel

Tessa

Clementine

Anna

Khadija

Kendall

Penelope/Penny [later addition: one of the fics using this name also has the middle name Rose]

Simone/Simi

Amelia/Emilia

Rowan

Pia

Lily

Addison

Emily

Octavia

Isabel/Izzy [later variation: Isobel/Issy]

Violet

Kieran

Freddie

Estelle/Estie

Miranda

Flora

Olive

Sibyl

Winifred

Camille

Megan

Jemima

Eloise

Malia

Mina

Isla

Emmeline/Emmy (middle name Nicola)

Thea

Cassie

Some fun facts: - This list is not quite in order of when the first usages of these names appeared, but it's pretty close. - Assuming I caught everything and did the math correctly, Trent's daughter has been mentioned by name in 192 fics! For reference, Trent has been tagged as a character in 395 and does not actually appear in some of those, so she's really named in over 49% of the fics he's in. - Of the approximately 77(!) names used, ~33 have been used in multiple fics (including several series), and ~21 of those have been used by multiple different authors. - Seraphina and Georgie are tied for most usages (18 each) but when it comes to usages by the most authors, Seraphina (probably unsurprisingly, given how many people have been inspired by a kind of dwell and welcome) wins in a landslide with 15.

EDIT March 14 2023 I don't feel like updating the math but here are the new names that have been used since I originally posted this:

Ivy

Rosa

Clara

Eliora Eli Asher (nonbinary in this one)

Persephone

Agatha

Sadia

Lottie [could be a nickname for Charlotte (already on the list) but not necessarily and not clarified as such]

Mira

Karime

Lydia

Billie Rose

One more day to season 3, can't wait to see if we get a confirmed name! Either way, it's been fun <3

EDIT April/May 2023 to add:

Isadora

Molly

Darla

Patricia/Trish

Amaya

Ella

Meg/Margaret

Charlie [again I'm assuming this is a nickname for Charlotte but that's not stated]

Eliza [Could be standalone name or could be nickname for Elizabeth]

Carmilla/Millie

Annie [Could be a nickname for a number of other names. EDIT: One of the two fics using this name just revealed it's a nickname for Cordelia Annabel. Not sure how to count this tbh.]

Frances

Emi

Kara

Ingrid

Astrid

Beth [again this is probably a nickname for Elizabeth]

Claire

Maya

Cindy

Harriet

EDIT after the finale aired (this info also added to a reblog):

Well, it seems we're not getting a canon name! I guess she's our daughter now. I haven't decided whether I'm going to maintain this list going forward (though for my own sanity I'm leaning towards no) but at least it's fully up to date as of 7:30 pm est today (May 31, 2023).

Some "final" statistics: The numbers aren’t perfect, because there were a few names I grouped together and probably should have counted separately, and a few names I counted separately and probably should have grouped together, and those may or may not have balanced out, but keeping that in mind, about 110 names were used! About 49 were used in multiple fics (including individual installments in several series) and about 35 of those were used by multiple authors. Trent’s daughter has been mentioned by name in about 298 fics by 149 authors. This includes works in which she’s mentioned but doesn’t show up as a character, but doesn’t account for works in which her existence is mentioned but not by name. Fun fact, about 21 new names were used just while season three was airing!

#yes I've read all of the tedtrent fic in existence no I'm not ok #Ted Lasso #Trent Crimm #Trent Crimm's daughter #this is one of those moments you really hope your 'read more' works lmao #I don't know why I did this. I hope people find it interesting? it's kind of fun seeing the kinds of names we've chosen #I guess you could also use it as a list of actual baby name suggestions hahaha #most popular

[princesspuffle8]

Double double toil and trouble…

Your second set of twins with Sirius was NOT planned. I mean your first set wasn’t planned either, to have twins that is, but you were ok with having one more baby… they just happened to turn into two.

But your second set well they happened on a wild night celebrating your wedding anniversary on a spontaneous trip to France (your kids were left with their godparents and uncle). And well lots of fun time was had… as Sirius had one to do list for that trip… and that was you. 

Needless to say when you got pregnant again it was not a shock to anyone. Sirius was beyond elated to be a daddy again. Polaris was both equal part grossed out (he had the birds and the bees talk a couple years back) and equally excited for a new sibling. Lysithea was nervous (poor baby thought that you and Sirius wouldn’t love her anymore and needed some reassurance when the pregnancy was announced) but after that hurdle she was excited about being a big sister and was obsessed with making cute little beanies and bows for the new babes. Regulus, their uncle, who was constantly involved in the kids lives was equal parts excited and equal parts “are you two rabbits” much to your annoyance. And your twin boys Leo and Andy well they wanted another set of twins like them. In fact that was all they talked about.

And they got their wish. Not identical twins like the boys but fraternal twin girls. And boy their birth was a bit of a shock. You weren’t new to the twin mom experience, and you enjoyed seeing your family grow. It was the opposing appearance that was what was so special.

The eldest but smaller twin Cassiopeia Lily Black, aka Cassi or Sirius calls her lil pea, had black hair and brilliant gold eyes that seemed to literally glow and her skin tone was closer to pale much like Sirius’s. She was the more wild of the twins, loud and expressive since birth. 

While her sister, Carina Dorcus Black (aka Cari or Rina) was the exact opposite. Born with pure white hair (which neither you nor Sirius were sure where that came from, and the healer said it may be a magical coincidence) and Sirius’s silver eyes and your skin tone, she was a bit of a surprise in contrast to most of all your other children as most of them had inherited their fathers dark hair. Unlike her twin, Carina was more quiet and not much of a crier. Which was concerning to you for her first few months because you honestly thought something might be wrong with her (like she was sick) since she didn’t cry very often. Alas, as she grew to be a healthy baby your fears subsided.

Dorcus, their godmother, joked that they were yin Yang babies. Which you could honestly see. 

As for your family dynamic…

Well it was already chaotic (Sirius would correct you and say that he was raising baby marauders to cause mischief) but the twins only added to the love and chaos 

Polaris was super happy to be a big brother of sisters again. He would joke and say they were more fun than brothers. Your twin boys were super happy to have another set of twins in the family. “The twin magic is strong,” they’d brag, as if being twins gave them special magical powers (it did not). And Lysithea had well mixed emotions that resolved themselves with love and support. And since then she was super protective big sister, who loves picking out the headwear for her siblings.

As for your husband, Sirius, he was over the moon at being a girl dad again. But also was super proud at having twins again bragging to James that “his swimmers were going strong” (you playfully hit him on the arm for that one). He had nicknames that only he called the babies. Cassiopeia was lil pea since she was the smaller twin and Carina was snow bunny (since they were born in winter and she had white hair). 

As for you, you couldn’t be more happy. Elated about your little… well big… family but also you swore up and down to Sirius that you were DONE having children. To which he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and kissed your neck while whispering that he still thinks you guys could try for a quidditch team… 

… he can’t keep his hands to himself when it comes to you

#harry potter #writing #fanfic #headcanon #sirius black #babies #sirius black x reader #sirius black x y/n #y/n #reader insert #self insert #hp marauders #marauders era

[cy-fi-theansweris42]

I've been thinking a lot about the different mental worlds we see in Psychonauts and one thing that's been sticking out to me is how some are populated with various NPCs and mental representations of other people, and others are just so... empty.

We've seen that a lot of worlds have a lot of random characters that fit with the theme of the world, or mental representations of people that person knows. Just a few for example are Milla's world which is filled with dancers, Hollis' world is filled with patients, Cassie's world with books characters as well as representations of the Psychic 7, even Linda the Lungfish's mental world is filled with little lungfish NPCs.

Then there's the worlds we see with little to no people throughout their minds. Just from off the top of my head, there's fewer worlds with small populations, but there's examples in Bob, Sasha, and Loboto's minds. In Bob's mind, there's only the moth and the mental representations of Otto, Truman, and Lili. In Loboto's mind, there's only the other versions of him you can talk to (like the one on the ship and the ones in the paintings) and then those couple of flying teeth that you shoot at (so you don't really even talk to them). In Sasha' mind, there's no one to talk to. We might not see all of his mental world since there's so much locked away, but there's literally no on there besides Sasha. No mental representations of people he knows, no NPCs, nothing.

A part of me wonders if loneliness to some degree has something to do with the population size of mental worlds. It could be loneliness in general, growing up lonely, or having a tendency to choose isolation, or something else entirely.

My initial thoughts are maybe it has something to do with childhood loneliness because that's something Sasha, Bob, and Loboto all have in common. We all know what happened to Loboto in his childhood and how his parents viewed him, Bob had a lonely childhood where it looks like he had to look after his mom, Sasha only had his dad who appeared to be pretty emotionally unavailable. The only problem with this is that we don't know enough about other characters' childhoods to see if this trend continues or if other people had lonely childhoods but now have a well-populated mental world.

A friend of mine pointed out that it could be the tendency to lean towards isolation instead of people around others. I don't think we know enough about Loboto to speak for him, but it works for Bob and Sasha. Bob retreated to his greenhouse after being fired and isolated himself, Sasha has his underground lab at the summer camp and has his line about discovery in isolation or something like that. I think this is another valid theory, and it also makes me wonder what Otto's mind is like considering how he seems to have a little bit of a tendency towards isolation himself.

I think there's some kind of connection between loneliness and mental world population size, but I'm not sure. It's one of those things that would be fun to do a little study on in-universe if I could.

#Psychonauts #Psychonauts Analysis #Psychonauts headcanons #It's something I've been thinking about a good bit #I want to study some brains in-universe like bugs lol

[thewayofthemandalorian]

all’s faire - chapter six

Pairing: Modern!Pero Tovar x F!Reader

Series rating: M

Chapter rating: M

Word count: 4,850

Notes: I’m so excited for this chapter! So much gets accomplished in this one–these two have a lot to talk about and a lot of ground is covered in this chapter! I had a lot more planned for this chapter but it would have been twice as long, so chapter 7 will have those scenes, which I’ve been thinking about since before I started writing this fic. Beta-read as always by my beloved @ezrasbirdie​​​​. A shout out as well as @lowlights​​​​ for continuing to be a supporter of this fic and modern!Pero.

This fic is cross-posted to AO3 under the same name and my taglist can be found linked in my bio as well as my masterlist which is linked below.

Comments/reblogs appreciated.

Chapter warnings: Swearing, food/drink mention, grief/mourning, enemies to lovers, discussion of feelings, fake dating/marriage, kissing.

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Pero’s strong arms are all that’s holding you upright, you’re sure of it. Positive that your legs have turned to jelly. Especially when his lips move away from yours and begin to roam down your cheek, your jaw, onto your neck. Nips and nibbles against your skin. His beard tingles against your sensitive skin and your brain nearly short-circuits right then and there. 

He murmurs your name. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to —” Pero doesn’t even finish the sentence, just brings his mouth back to yours. He tastes like the chocolate cake Em had made for you; you taste like the sangria from the punch. Pero never thought this would happen, that he would be able to kiss you, the woman he’s wanted to kiss out of character since before the handfasting between your characters. Hell, he’s wanted to kiss you since you yelled at him all those many many weeks ago in the hallway outside the school’s gymnasium.

You have no idea how long you stand there, lazily kissing him.  “Pero,” you murmur in between kisses. 

He groans appreciatively against your lips. He loves hearing his name from you; he can’t even imagine what it would be like, hearing it as he brings you to bed. 

His thoughts come to a screeching halt. Pero can’t think ahead like that. Can’t jump to conclusions. Sure, you might like kissing him, but maybe that’s all you want to do. Taking a step back, he takes you in; your lips are kiss-swollen, your eyes glazed over. 

You look up at him, confusion beginning to etch into your features. Have you done something wrong? “Pero?” you ask, still breathless from his kisses. “What’s wrong? Did I do something—?”

“No.” Pero is quick to reassure you that nothing’s wrong. “You’ve done nothing wrong, bonita. Not at all.” He kisses your forehead. It’s so gentle and so tender you think it might break your heart. “But I think that we need to talk,” he says, taking your hand in his. 

He’s right. The two of you have a lot of air to clear between each other. Not two months ago, you were at each others’ throats. And now? Well… Now is a different story. “You’re right. We do.” 

Pero cups your cheek, leans down and presses his forehead against yours before kissing you again. You respond right away this time. Before you’re able to get too far gone into the kiss, however, someone calls your name from behind you. You break away just as Sarah comes into eyeshot. “There you are!” she says. “We’ve been looking for you for the past, like, ten minutes!”

Have you two really been here for at least ten minutes? 

Sarah has a knowing smirk on her face when she sees your kiss-swollen lips and how Pero’s looking at you. “Yeah. Um. Tess was looking for you. She wanted to let you know that she had to get going. She said something about an early morning at work tomorrow?”

“That’s right,” you remember. “She has a presentation at work that she wanted to prep for.” Pero’s hand is still in yours. “So she’s ready to go?” you ask. 

“No, she already left. She was dropping Cassie off at Lily's house before for a sleepover. I think Will left at the same time, actually.” You and Sarah come to the same conclusion. Nothing’s getting done as far as preparation for the presentation goes. The two of you share a knowing look. You’re happy for Tess. “Anyway, the party’s winding down, but you’re welcome to stay as long as you like and either me or Em can drop you back home when you’re ready to go.” 

You’re about to say sure, that would be great. But Pero’s faster. “I can drive you.” 

You turn to face him. “Are you sure?” you ask. “I don’t want to trouble you.” 

Pero chuckles as if to say, as if you could ever be a trouble to me. “It is on my way home already.” Both he and you miss Sarah about to say something. 

She knows his place is on the opposite side of town to yours. Thinking better of it, she shuts her mouth, not saying anything. “That’s so thoughtful of you, Tovar,” she says instead, tossing you a meaningful look that she hopes you catch.

“Yes,” you agree, your heart pounding so loudly in your chest you can hear it echoing in your ears. “So thoughtful.”

Pero gives a nod. “Whenever you are ready, bonita.”

Sarah insists on sending you home with some of the food, especially a large portion of the huge cake that Emily had made for you. You give her a big hug. “Thank you for doing this for me. This is one of the nicest things anyone’s ever done for my birthday.”

She returns the hug. “Of course. Happy birthday, and I hope you have a great rest of your night. I’ll see you later.” She shoots you a wink, tossing a knowing look at you. “I’m glad you had such a good time.” 

You know you’ll have to tell her what’s happening with you and Pero at some point soon, but first you have to figure out what that is. 

“Ready to go?” asks Pero. 

You nod, thank Sarah and Emily one last time and follow Pero through the backyard and the gate to the front of the house. Sure enough, there are fewer cars parked outside the front of her house than there were earlier. Most people have to work tomorrow after all. And it’s not exactly early. The sun is just going down. 

- - - - 

“Is it all right if we stop here?” Pero points to an empty parking area. 

It’s been a quiet five, ten minutes. Not an uncomfortable silence, but neither of you feel inclined to break it just yet. “Sure.” 

Neither of you want to discuss what you have to discuss while driving. Pero puts his car into park and kills the engine. He’s stopped you at a lookout spot. It’s also a makeout spot. You lift your eyebrows at him. “Thought we were here to talk,” you say, trying to keep your voice light and teasing. 

Pero lifts his own brow at you. “We did. I never said anything about not doing other things.” Good Lord, the things his voice and his teasing are doing to you. 

He unclasps his seatbelt and you do the same thing, both of you getting out of the car. There’s a picnic table a few feet away.

The moon is full, hanging low in the sky. Stars are beginning to make their presence known. It’s still warm, but there’s a breeze in the air. Far below you the town’s streetlights wink to life. It’s peaceful. 

Instead of sitting on the bench of the picnic table, he sits on the table itself. You sit down next to him, your leg almost touching his with the lack of room. He stares out at the view for a long minute. 

“You kissed me,” you start. It’s not accusatory, just stating a fact. 

Pero hums. “I did. And you kissed me back.” Also not spoken in an accusatory tone. Pero hesitates for a moment and then continues. “I’ve wanted to do that for months. Months.” 

This stuns you. “You have? B-but I thought you —”

“Hated you?” Pero supplies, scoffing. “Bonita, I’ve never hated you. Never. Hell, I’ve liked you since you marched into the meeting in April.” 

Your eyes are practically bugging out of your skull. “But why… why were you so mean to me? Why did you want nothing to do with me?” you ask.

Pero sighs. “Because… you wanted nothing to do with me. And I haven’t felt this way for anyone in a very long time. I’m not good at this sort of thing.” His voice still isn’t accusing. Just speaking matter of factly. “I’m sorry,” he continues. “That I kept you at arms’ length.” 

You shake your head, grasp his hand in yours. “Pero. I’m the one who should be sorry. I thought you didn’t like me. That you had a stick up your ass. But I should have tried harder. I should have tried to give you a chance sooner, like everyone told me to.” 

He stares out at the view, not letting go of your hand. “The truth of the matter is, I did have a stick up my ass. And I’ve wanted you since you yelled at me to lay off you. I needed to hear that. Sometimes I get caught up in this whole… Faire thing as I think you once so eloquently put it. That I think I forget that this is meant to be for fun. Accuracy is important, yes. But William didn’t start this for the sake of accuracy. He started it because he thought it would be a fun thing to do.” 

You nod. “For what it’s worth, I have been having fun doing it.” 

Pero turns to look at you. “All of it? I remember how displeased you looked when you realized who you were getting handfasted to at the beginning.” 

Had you? You think back a few weeks. “That was when I thought you wanted nothing to do with me. And Pero, I mean come on, I think you saw the last of my resistance to the idea of you crumble away at that ceremony.” 

Pero smirks. “Yes, I did have an inkling. But for the longest time I thought it was in character.” 

You give a startled laugh. “Pero, seriously? I’m not a theatre major. Not an actress. And Sarah herself said that our Faire characters are extensions of ourselves.” You realize something as you speak. “You kept the act up — the whole handfasting, Captain Bastian in love with my character thing — so you could interact with me, didn’t you? So you could keep kissing me, so you could spend time with me.” 

Though he doesn’t need to, Pero nods. His face is vulnerable; he looks at you like you hung the moon that illuminates both of you. And how could you ever have thought that he hated you? 

“Pero…” you breathe. It’s your turn to crowd him, practically crawling into his lap as you kiss him. You need to feel his lips on yours. You need to show him that it’s a mutual feeling. That it has been since the beginning. 

He hesitates for only a second before he kisses you back. And though his kisses are similar to those you’ve exchanged in character, they have a completely different meaning to you now. 

Pressing your forehead against his, you ask, “Why – why did you tell me I didn’t have to do the act if I didn’t want to? Why did you give me an out if you wanted to keep doing it?” It’s the one thing that still doesn’t make sense. 

Pero cups the side of your neck. “I thought that you weren’t… fond of me. And even though I wanted you to continue, that I wanted it to be real, to mean something, I didn’t want to coerce you or make you think that you had to do something you didn’t want to do. I didn’t truly begin to think you might reciprocate until you said that you would keep doing the act.” 

You kiss his cheek. “Pero. Don’t you know by now? I never do anything I don’t want to.” Your lips move their way across his cheek, pressing little kisses until you reach his own lips. “I like you, Pero Tovar. A-fucking-lot. It just… took some time for my brain to catch up with my heart.” 

He blinks, your words soaking into his brain, processing them. And then he gathers you against him and kisses you again. 

It takes a while to get back to the car. 

When he pulls up to Tess’s darkened house, you hesitate to get out of the car. He hasn’t let go of your hand the entire car ride home. “Happy birthday… amor,” he says. Your heart flutters at the new term of endearment. He kisses you one last time before relinquishing your hand. 

- - - - 

Twenty minutes later, just as you’ve finished getting into your jammies, your phone rings. You recognize the number as Pero’s. “Hey,” you answer, slipping your phone between your shoulder and cheek as you cut another slice of cake and grab a glass from the cupboard.

“Hi, bonita.” Pero sounds shy. You grin. “How are you?” 

Your doofy grin grows. “I’m good. I’m really, really good. How are you?” 

“I’m good, too.” 

You grab the carton of milk from the fridge. “Did you remember something else you wanted to tell me?” you ask teasingly, pouring yourself a glass of milk to go with the chocolate cake. 

“I wanted to ask you something, bonita,” Pero says. “I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me tomorrow.” 

The glass is overflowing with milk, spilling onto the counter and the floor. “Shit,” you mutter.

Pero sounds confused. “Do you… not want to?” he asks. 

“No! No, no, no, that’s not it at all. Of course I want to go out with you. I just, um, spilled some milk.”

Pero’s laugh is warm. “You need to be more careful, amor.” It’s a gentle admonishment. Teasing and playful. 

“Yeah, I really do. Ummm. You were saying something about a date?” you ask, your cheeks hurting with how wide your grin is. Your face warms with the idea of going on a date with Pero Tovar.

“Yes. Tomorrow, if that does not sound too eager.” 

He sounds so nervous it’s endearing. “Pero. I’d go out with you right now if I could. I’d love to go out with you tomorrow.” 

Pero sounds relieved, as though you didn’t tell him just over an hour ago that you liked him very much before attacking his face with your own face. “Good. That’s good. I can pick you up? Is eleven too early? I don’t know what time you usually get up on Mondays.” You’ve never seen or heard him so rambly and nervous before, but it’s so fucking cute and endearing you want to die from cuteness overload. 

“Pero,” you say, getting his attention. “Eleven is perfect. Where are you taking me?” you ask. 

He takes a long pause. “Can it be a surprise?”

You can’t remember the last time you were surprised on a date. “Sure. Can you at least tell me what I should wear?” 

He hesitates again, thinking. “Something that isn’t casual, but not formal either. Something nice. But you always look nice, bonita.” 

Your skin flushes warm again. “So do you, Pero,” you reply.   

He makes a sound and you picture his cheeks flushing pink. You’re already so far gone for this man. The wheels turn in your mind, thinking back to that day that he came to pick up his books. He’d been about to ask you something.

“Pero…” you say. “Were you going to ask me out before? On Wednesday, when you were at the store?”

You wait for his answer with bated breath. “Yes,” he confirms. 

“I would have said yes then, too,” you say. Pero’s quiet but you can picture his shy grin. The two of you chat for a couple of minutes before Pero wishes you a goodnight. “Goodnight, Pero. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You have full on, legit butterflies in your stomach. 

After cleaning up the milk you spilled, you take your cake and your now less-full glass of milk to the couch and flip on the tv. It’s just past ten, but you’re sleepy.

Your phone buzzes and your heart, which has just slowed to a normal beat, picks up again. You look down at your phone, expecting it to be Pero again. But it isn’t. It’s just Tess. 

Home by eleven. 

You have a million questions for her and where she is, but you won’t ask them now. You’ll just allow her to have fun. Sounds good, you reply. 

Once you’ve finished your cake and had enough of the show you landed on, you put the plate and glass in the dishwasher, snap off the lights (leaving on the overhead microwave light and the front porch light) and pad to bed. Your phone buzzes again. This time it’s Pero. 

Sleep well. 

You smile. You too.

You’re mostly asleep when you hear the tell-tale sounds of Tess returning home. She taps lightly on your door, whispers your name. “Are you awake?”

You want to say yes, but you’re too close to sleep to say anything, let alone mumble. A few seconds later, you hear her head to the bathroom. Ten minutes later, you’re asleep as your sister climbs into her own bed. You dream of brown eyes and devilish smiles. 

The following morning, you wake just as Tess is leaving for work. When you open your bedroom door, there’s a note on the floor just outside your room. 

Cassie’s staying at Lily’s for most of the day, will pick her up after work before I go out with Will again tonight. Have a good day :) 

The date last night must have gone well if she’s going out with Will again this evening. Taking a quick glance at the clock over the stairs, you see it’s just past nine. Less than two hours to get ready for your own date with Pero. 

After a quick breakfast, you hop in the shower. You have no idea where Pero’s taking you for your date but you want to look your best. 

Wrapping a towel around yourself, you walk to your bedroom and begin to peruse your closet. Pero had said something not too casual but not too formal either. You settle on another sundress, one that’s an old favourite; you like the way you look in it. It just toes the line between nice and casual. The rose from yesterday sits in a glass of water on your dresser drawer. You might press it when it begins to wilt, not wanting to throw it out. It serves as a nice memory. Giving yourself a once over in the mirror, you think that you look nice. Pair your dress with your nicer sandals and the makeshift necklace with the handfasting twine, and you’ll be perfect for your date. 

- - - -

You sit out on the front porch, too excited to wait inside. Ever the teacher, Pero is the very definition of prompt. His car pulls into the driveway at exactly 10:59am. Even though he sees you on the front porch, he still gets out and strolls to meet you. “Hi,” you say as he bends down to kiss you. He has a flower in his hand. 

“Hello, amor,” he says as he pulls away, presenting you with the flower. This one’s a purple tulip. “For you, mi florecita.” 

You take it from him with another kiss. “Thank you. I’ll just put it with my rose and I’ll be right with you,” you promise. Pero follows you into the house, trailing behind you to the guest bedroom that’s functioning as your bedroom. 

“How was the rest of your night?” he asks as you place the tulip with the rose in the makeshift vase. 

“It was all right. I watched some tv, had some more birthday cake, and went to bed. Nothing too special.” Pero nods, taking you by the hand when you indicate that you’re ready to go. Locking up behind you, you drop your keys into your purse and follow Pero to his car. He opens the car door for you. “Such a gentleman,” you flirt. 

“I’m always a gentleman, bonita.” And you’re reminded of your conversation from last weekend – was it only last weekend? – when he had laced and unlaced your corset for you. Retroactively, you wonder how much he really enjoyed that, knowing what you know now about his feelings for you and how long he’s had them. 

“Are you going to tell me where you’re taking me?” you ask as you buckle your seatbelt. Pero shuts the door and strides around to the driver’s side. 

He starts the car. “I’m taking you on a ferry ride. I know you grew up in Lockwood Falls, but in recent years they’ve added a ferry ride. It tours around the lake and you get to see all the small towns and villages along the way before it stops in Millstone; I figured we can get off, have some lunch, do some sight seeing perhaps and then come back on an afternoon ferry.”

Pero studies your face to see how you react to this idea of his. You’re immediately on-board. “That sounds amazing, Pero. The perfect kind of first date.” 

It’s not a long drive to the docks. You haven’t been to this part of town in years. On the way over, he talks about this and that, his hand resting on your thigh as he drives. Something that you’ve noticed about Pero is that he’s a very tactile man. Not that you’re complaining. He parks and gets out of the car, meeting you on the passenger’s side. He takes your hand in his and the two of you stroll hand in hand. “How is Clementine?” you ask as you stand in line behind an older couple to buy tickets. 

Pero grumbles but you don’t miss the look of affection in his eyes. “She’s a cat. She’s fine.” You giggle, seeing right through him. 

“I want to meet her.” 

Taking a step closer to the ticket booth, Pero says, “She doesn’t do well with strangers. But soon. I promise. If you wish. How is it living with your sister and Cassandra?” he asks. 

You pause. “I should preface this by saying that I love my sister and her kid,” you say. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for them.” And that’s one hundred and ninety seven percent true. 

Pero raises an eyebrow. “But?” he prompts.

“But it’s too crowded when we’re all there together. I mean, it was one thing when Tess was still recovering from the accident. I needed to be there. But now? There’s no privacy and… I don’t know. I’m thinking about getting my own place because there’s hardly any room, let alone privacy.” You don’t want to ruin your date by bitching about this, but Pero’s a good listener and he asked. 

He doesn’t seem to mind. “I understand. I was in a dorm in college with five other people. It was a four bedroom apartment.” 

“Who shared?” you ask. 

“The couple. David and Sandra. They broke up in January and the lease was until May. And it was… shall we say… not a nice breakup. So then I had to share with William. Who was hardly there because he was spending all his time with Lin-Mae. ” You can sympathize. It’s your turn to get tickets. Pero hands over a crisp twenty dollar bill and pockets the change before getting the tickets from the employee. “Do you think you’ll find a place of your own?” he asks, leading you onto the boat. 

“I don’t know. I hope so. I haven’t really looked yet. I’m sure that Tess will be glad to have me out of her hair, though.” 

Pero kisses the side of your head as you settle into a plush seat. The lakeshore breeze ruffles your hair. “You could never be in anyone’s hair, bonita.” He drapes his arm around you and you settle into his embrace. How quickly you could get used to this. 

- - - -

The ferry leaves promptly at 11:30.  You and Pero sit in companionable silence as you look at the islands dotted around the lake. It’s gorgeous; you wish that this had been a thing when you were growing up here. 

At 12:30 it docks in Millstone. Pero helps you to your feet. Most passengers are staying on, but you’re hungry and you want to see this small town, one that you haven’t been to since you were Cassie’s age. The water gurgles at the docks as you step off the boat, your hand still in Pero’s. 

“Do you want to eat first, or take a look around? I know a really nice restaurant that we can go to.” 

Your stomach grumbling answers first. “Lunch, I think,” you say. 

You sit out on the terrace with Pero and drink iced tea. You would have laughed three months ago if you were told that you would willingly spend time with Pero Tovar, let alone enjoy it as much as you do, that you would be falling for him the way that you are. Because that’s the only way you can describe your feelings for him; you’re falling for him, harder every day. The more you get to know him, the more and more you like him. He’s sensitive and charming and kind and funny. Sharp as a tack and deeply caring. All qualities that you like in a person. He cares about what you have to say and he’s attentive. Sure, he’s a little bit prickly, but past that hard shell is an incredibly soft and caring man. One that you like, a lot. 

“How did you and William meet?” you ask suddenly.

Pero blinks and you immediately feel bad for bringing up his dead friend. Before you can apologize, though, he answers. “My family immigrated here from Spain when I was twelve. I didn’t have many friends. William was in my class and one day he proclaimed himself my best friend. I wasn’t ever able to get rid of him.” He chuckles, almost sadly. You squeeze his hand and he continues. “He would have loved you, amor. He was so full of life and was always telling me to lighten up.” 

You think you would have liked William, too. “I’m sorry I never got to meet him. I’m sorry — I didn’t mean to upset you.” 

Pero shakes his head, brings your joined hands up to his lips. “You didn’t upset me, bonita. I promise. I will always miss him, but it’s good to talk about him.” 

Your food arrives and you change the topic once you’ve settled into eating. “When did you know you wanted to be a teacher?”

And that launches Pero into a story about how he had several career starts and stops, and all the jobs he had before going to college. He was very nearly a carpenter. It doesn’t surprise you. After lunch, you and Pero wander along the streets of Millstone, his hand still in yours. It’s the perfect day for it. It’s warm and sunny but not too overbearingly hot. The lakeshore breeze makes it all the more nice. You stop for ice cream and sit on a park bench. You never want this date to end. 

Once you’ve finished your ice cream, you kiss him sweetly beneath the willow tree that you’re sitting under, the view of the lake in front of you. He tastes like the chocolate ice cream he ordered; you’re sure you taste like the strawberry ice cream you had. 

On the ride back to Lockwood Falls, you snuggle into Pero, resting your head on his shoulder. “I had the best time today,” you say as he wraps an arm around you. 

“You two are adorable,” says an older woman in front of you. “Do you want me to take your picture?” 

You glance up at Pero, who just shrugs. “Um. Sure,” you decide for the two of you and get your phone from your purse, handing it to her. 

“Now, smile!” she says, taking a few pictures of the two of you. In one of them, you’re looking right at each other. She clicks her tongue. “Just the absolute cutest. How long have y’all been together?” she asks, handing you your phone back. 

It’s Pero who answers, “Not very long. But she is quite special to me.” 

Your nerve endings are on fire; you know that what he’s saying is true but to hear him say it to someone else? It stirs something in you. “And he’s quite special to me, too,” you say, smiling softly at him. 

Back in Pero’s car, time seems to speed up altogether too quickly. It hardly seems like you got in before he’s pulling up at Tess’s place. Her car’s parked in the driveway. He turns to look at you, saying your name. 

“I had… such a great time. I never wanted today to end,” you say. “And I’ll send you those pictures that lady took of us.”

Pero kisses each of your fingers. “I meant it, you know.” 

“Meant what?” you ask, not breaking eye contact. 

His eyes burn into yours. “I… care about you a great deal. You are special to me.” 

You cup his cheek with your free hand, stroke his face gently before kissing him softly, trying to pour in as much emotion as you can into the kiss and into your words as you pull apart and lean your forehead against his. “I meant it too, Pero. You’re special to me too.”

--- taglist in reblog

#pero tovar x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #my writing #pero tovar x you #my fic #modern pero tovar

[queenharumiura]

It's just me screaming about the primaniac perfume that came in. Ignore me.

Ignore the fact that I can never seem to get the lids back on properly where it isn't slanted. ANYWAYS!

IT CAME IN!!!! This is the Gokudera perfume where reviews have stated it smells like smoke and hospital. After reading that, you know my ass had to buy it -- for science.

In comparison to the TYL Hibari perfume, you REALLY smell the musk in this one. I think I can somewhat understand the 'smoke' smell that people were referencing. It's definitely not cigarette smoke, but it doesn't have that charred smell from a burning fire either.

To me, it has more of a subtle smell that you may get from the ashes of say-- incense sticks being burnt? Perhaps because perfumes are alcohol based, I can pick up on something that smells a bit antiseptic, which could be where the 'hospital' smell is coming from that reviews talked about.

The top notes are lemon, orange, and bergamot, which are all citrus smells, and I do smell it, I think. There is a quick tart/sweet kind of smell and then you smell the secondary notes which are floral, which gives it a more pleasant and soft scent. I think the first notes being citrus gives it a harsh kick at first which then gives way to the softer notes of the florals. It say last notes be musk and i'm like bruh--- it's mostly musk what you mean. LOLOL

The last notes are Amber, Sandalwood, Patchouly, and Vanilla and I might smell the sandalwood, not sure about the rest.

I think the reviews also said that it has a masculine and tough kind of smell to it. Harsh, but still a nice smell. It is very fitting for Gokudera, and I agree.

-

I'm too lazy to look for the previous post, but let's go over Hibari again using pictures I took last time.

As noted, this one has wayyy less musk than Gokudera's lololol. It's definitely more on the subtle side. I find it kinda funny because it's almost like Gokudera wants to assault your nose and then be calm. (Eye of the storm? NAY nose of the storm in this case). Hibari's is very soft and subtle.

The reviews be like: it smells of Japan. These are Japanese reviews, by the way. One said that it smells of high quality joss-sticks, and I can definitely pick up what they're talking about. It has a very similar smokey kind of smell to Gokudera's, but it's a lot subtler. It's very soft. To me, it gives me the vibe of smelling clean, and fresh air of an open field. Just- freedom.

Top notes are Lime, Mandarin, Eucalyptus, Pear. I def pick up the eucalyptus and I think pear. There is the most subtle sweetness to the scent, but it's also got a spicey kick to the scent as well. Which is likely coming from the middle notes: Cedar Leaf, Nutmeg, Clove, Lily, Heliotrope. I do smell a bit of floral, which is probably where the lily came in. The last notes are Sandalwood, Amber, Cedarwood, Patchouly, Oakmoss- and sandalwood, amber, and cedarwood was in Gokudera's as well, which is likely why i'm picking up a similar 'smoke' kind of smell to it. Which, cloud... smoke... I get it.

So the reviews basically say it's a calm and cool kind of scent. A smell that could totally seduce you on a busy train and LOLOLOL I'M NOT GONNA LIE BY DISAGREEING!

-

The Haru perfume. Now, I have to preface this is a perfume bottle from someone who bought it likely years ago because as far as I know, the Haru perfume didn't restock from initial release. This means that a lot of the scent from the perfume may have gotten weaker.

Still, I can try to smell it. Top notes are: Lemon, Cassis, Bergamot. You REALLY do smell the citrus in the lemon for sure and the bergamot. Cassis if I recall was like an alcohol, which- I won't be that surprised by considering perfumes are mostly alcohol based so.. yeah... all of them will have a scent to it. Middle notes: Rose, Jasmine, Muguet, Lavender.

After the initial hit of the lemon/bergamot, you are met with all the floral scents. I don't think I smell much lavendar (idk what muguet smells like) but I do get the rose and jasmine. Last notes are: Musk, Amber, Woody, Peach. I do think I smell the peach, which makes the lemon smell a bit less punch-y in comparison to the way it was used in Gokudera's perfume. (both have lemon and bergamot as top notes)

So overall, Haru's has a feel of smelling of flowers and also citrus, which fits the general vibe of what I HC'ed for her. I do like to think that sometimes she's got vanilla if she was baking as well. It's a soft smell, and it's got a clean kind of smell to it for a lack of better terminology.

Hibari's was also a clean sort of smell as well. Gokudera's def is not a 'clean' smell. NOT to be understood as it being a dirty smell, no, it's more so... that a lot of the scents kinda mesh and almost fight for dominance? Kind of hard to pick out what a dominant smell is or pick out what it is that you smell. So, as it's not so easy to pick apart, it's more... cluttered of a scent?

Yeah

I got the perfumes for vanity and science. Oh, this is also for: so this is basically how I envision how Gokudera and Hibari smell if I ever thread with them AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.

#Muneo talks #About Haru

[maeleelee]

Gang

Des/Hera (Cat hybrid)

Best friends with Cassi. They are the planners of the gang. Honey met them when she was telling Caden a plan and they informed her that would get them killed and told them a better plan in last than five minutes.

Mae/Honey (bunny hybrid)

Main lead, assassin. She was dropped off at a young age and fell in love with her best friend. She grew up hating getting close to people but now she had a whole family and she was scared it would happen again but she couldn’t help but love being with them.

Kayla/Kitty (Cat Hybrid)

Leader of the gang. She trained with her best friend, Honey, growing up with her. She fell in love with Honey and the day she left on a mission, she knew the program set her up. Now she was away from her girlfriend and was on an impossible mission to escape.

Cassi/Dusk (Human)

She was the only human on the team but never complained. She loved them all, especially Caden. He would open his mouth about any subject and she’d give him the ‘love heart’ eyes. They flirt all the time but refuse to get together, only because she wants Caden to meet his soulmate.

Caden/Glitch (Deer Hybrid)

He’s a smart little deer. The hacker of the team. Can get them pretty much anywhere and into pretty much anything. He loves Cassi but like her, he really wanted to find his soulmate. He would still do anything he could to make her happy though.

Ani/Pup (Puppy Hybrid)

Ani was the weapon handler. She knew where to get the guns and how to find them quickly. Honey came to her when she needed something and finally talked her into joining the team. Ani wanted to date Honey, but honey would say no each time only because the last time she said yes, they disappeared.

Jessie/Petal (Bunny Hybrid)

Poor Jess was in the wrong spot at the right time. She’s the distraction for the team. She’s oblivious to everything but she team loves her to death.

Sky/Swift

Sky is a new recruit along with Lily. She was found by Jess in the woods hurt. Caden was the first one to offer training to the little squirrel. She agreed and they started training her. She was swift and quick, making her code name swift. 

Lily/Sterling

Lily came in almost the same time and way as Sky did. They weren’t hurt but very hungry. So they all made sure the baby deer got food and was well taken care of before they offered to make her a new recruit before training her up.

Masterlist

Alphas | Betas | Omegas