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Text or Call? || alexia putellas x reader

prompt: At the 2019 World Cup you meet Alexia, what happens at the 2023 World Cup.

warnings: uswnt!reader, instances of angst but a happy ending

“The United States look to continue their powerful regime and earn a fourth covenant star on their jerseys.”

It was the somewhat mantra of this year’s major tournament, building the pressure to perform well to the highest magnitude. There was an expectation of excellence surrounding the team months leading up to the tournament, with new eyes joining the march nearly every day, boosting the US to new heights. 

The 2019 Women’s World Cup had been set and it was imperative that the United States go back-to-back World Champions, you could see the newspapers now as it seemed it was somewhat written in the stars for the United States. The pressure to play well was there, and you couldn’t let down your country on the national stage. The prevailing narrative casted an array of self-doubt and anxieties into you, and you couldn’t deny the lingering thoughts of what-ifs. What if you don’t play well? What if you don’t win? 

You’d spent countless years preparing for this opportunity, moving through the USWNT age groups with ease and then battling to make the senior team roster. You’d been playing professional soccer for a couple years right out of college, playing for a few different NWSL teams throughout your career. A few international assignments scattered along the schedule leading up to the World Cup proved you were worthy of such call-up and when the roster was announced, you’d managed to escape with a spot. 

The media’s outrage was uncontrollable, claiming other national team members deserved your earned spot more than you, the constant outpour of hatred flooded your social media, it was hard to ignore, just like the dark cloud that casted over you as you landed in France to begin the tournament. 

The group stage had gone swimmingly, the United States proved once again why they were a threat and seemingly looked to breeze by competition. The roster was filled with the highest of talent but still you’d managed to find minutes on the pitch, only causing increased negative media. One bad pass or one bad movement made you feel each and every ruthless word that the fans spewed online, it was uneasy to escape the anxious feeling you felt each time you played. 

Your national teammates tried to shield you from the hatred online, but you saw it, and throughout select moments of the tournament, you felt yourself desperately trying to prove them wrong, but your head was clouded and your mind was on overdrive, your apparent distractedness was only hurting your game. 

With an upcoming knock round game versus Spain, you seeked to play your game, play the game you loved with every fiber in you, play with the seemingly carefree nature that set your game apart from your teammates. The same energy and joy you played with during the NWSL season that had initially brought your name up to Jill, you needed to return to yourself, you needed to play for yourself and not listen to what hundreds of people said behind anonymous screens.

The match against Spain in the midfield looked to be a challenge you welcomed, matched up directly across Alexia Putellas, a woman near your age who had been streamlining a new era of Spain dominance and prolonged success of Liga F’s Barcelona team. 

You’d yet had the chance to meet the brunette in person, but seconds before kickoff you couldn’t deny the effortless beautifulness the midfielder had. Her fixed concentration and aura was undeniable, there was something enticing about her that you clearly didn’t have time to ponder on as the whistle blew and the game had begun.

The US managed to strike first but an untimely mistake that Jenni Hermoso quickly countered on and the score was tied 1-1.  

A wave of up and downs on both sides left the match up in the air, both sides fighting desperately to move on. You’d spent most of the match marking the vital number 11 for Spain, she moved rapidly down the pitch, excelling at such rate that you questioned if she was human or not, her stamina never withering. Alex had sent you a narrow ball on the route down the right side, forcing an untimely challenge from the Spaniard you’d been eyeing all game. You’d felt every spike of her cleat in your ankle, immediate pain coursing through the bone. 

“Lo sien- I am sorry.” She spoke with a clear apologetic tone, crouching down to meet your eyes. Her eyes were piercing up close, an assortment of different brown and hazel tones that fit her perfectly. “Are you okay?”

You’d sent her a swift nod, using her extended arm to help assist you up. Her breathtaking eyes peered down to you ankle, searching for any sort of extra concern. You moved your ankle in circles, the pain dwindled a bit and you were ready to compete again. Alexia let out a breath she wasn’t aware she was holding in, thankful she hadn’t hurt you for her idiotic attempt to stop your path to a goal to put the US back on top.  

“All good.” You explain, sending her an appreciative smile for helping you up and jogged backwards a bit to resume play. You’d understood the tackle wasn’t malicious or targeted, she was simply trying to win the game, you couldn’t blame her efforts as you would have done nearly the same. 

Throughout the rest of the match, you’d found yourself stationed within close distance of the midfielder, her feet always seemed to attract the ball from her teammates and her vision for the game sent you running yards to continue to track the ball down. She made her passes look effortless, slicing through defenders with ease and her dribbling technique to create space was incredible, you would have been in full awe of the brunette if you weren’t in the middle of a vital match. 

Luckily a penalty had been awarded to the United States and the US were now ahead 2-1 and you desperately begged for the final whistle to blow. Your wish came true not much longer and the US moved on to the next stage. Spain gave a valiant effort, exposing the weak parts of the US game which you were sure the opponents were watching. After a brief celebration, your legs seemingly moved without your own account, moving until you were inches away from the Spain number 11, the midfielder that had suffocated your thoughts nearly all game. Before you could really think, your arm peered out and tapped the midfielder on the shoulder. 

“Good game.” You told her when she turned to you. “Jersey swap?”

Her once focused eyes now red-rimmed as tears threaten to fall from her eyelashes. It broke your heart in an indescribable way and you’d just nearly met the girl 90 minutes ago, but there was something alluring about her, she was a future powerhouse of women’s football and there was a sort of fascination that bubbled in you about the brunette.

She nodded and quickly discarded her jersey and handed it to you, “Good game as well.” 

You couldn’t deny, Alexia Putellas was built by God himself, her features chiseled and muscles defined, you couldn’t help but stare for a few seconds before she put your jersey on, the heat certainly rising to your cheeks placing a warm blush across your face. 

“See you around Putellas.” You told her as you walked toward where your team stood in the middle of the pitch conversing with other members of the Spain team.

The celebrations rang through the changing room, everyone congratulating one another on a solid performance and another checked off box towards back-to-back world cup wins. The time difference in France had certainly caught up to you and the efforts of the match meant your sore limbs desperately needed relaxation, so you headed back towards the hotel, leaving your national teammates who you knew would be partying until the sun eventually came up the next day. You’d swiftly changed out of your new Spain jersey and settled for a casual grey sweatsuit combo. 

Entering the hotel, you made your way towards the elevator, but something, or someone, piqued your interest. The all too familiar girl you’d spent the last 90 minutes chasing around, now sat in the hotel bar. She was dressed in similar clothes as you, nursing a small glass of wine alone. You’d recognized the back of her hair immediately, you’d constantly been behind her most of the match as her speed was unrivaled. Her hair now escaped the bun it had during the game and cascaded along her back. She was beautiful in the bun, but something about her hair down made your heart skip a beat, she was breathtaking, even from the back. 

Once again, your legs drove you forward, tiredness forgotten, you were incredibly infatuated in the midfielder and you desperately wanted to know her, understand her. There was something unexplainable about her that you couldn’t pinpoint that drew you in. 

“Can I sit?” You asked timidly. The position you know found yourself in was sticky, you didn’t think about the fact that your country had just knocked hers out of the World Cup and there was a high possibility that she wanted nothing to do with you, the brutal obvious thoughts now entered your mind when she didn’t immediately answer. 

“I’m sorry, I’ll go.” You told her as you made your way to leave.

“No, stay. You can sit.” 

You turn your head at the familiar voice, settling in next to Alexia on the barstool to the right of her. 

“You don’t deserve the hate you get online you know.” She spoke, breaking the awkward silence. 

“Thank you, and if it’s any consolation, you and your country did play well today.” 

She simply nodded in agreeance, taking a slow slip of her red wine. You and Alexia fell into an easy conversation when you asked about her journey, and then when she asked you about yours. The talking flowed effortlessly and you slowly found the girl in front of you coming out of her shell. She was easy to talk to and even after experiencing the loss she did today, she was quite humorous. The laugh that fell from her lips was intoxicating and you slowly found yourself melting around the Spaniard with every passing second. 

During one of your national teammates stories where you described an amusing event at training during the group stage, the pads of her fingers briefly stroked your shoulder and even through your sweatshirt, you could feel her electric touch, something was growing between the two of you in that dimly lit hotel bar. 

Glancing down at your watch, you realized you’d spent nearly three hours in the bar, talking with Alexia. Your once tiredness completely vanished when you saw the girl, but now the weight of your activities of the day now hitting you like a truck and a small yawn escaped your lips unwillingly.

“You should probably get some sleep.” She whispered. “But here.” She tore off a piece of the napkin that held her wine glass and jotted down her number for you. “Text or call after the tournament, yeah?” 

“Of course, Alexia. Thank you for tonight.” You told her as you pulled yourself off the bar stool. “Good night Alexia.” 

You moved to leave the bar before you heard her voice again, “Wait.” 

As you turned back to the midfielder, she placed a soft kiss on your cheek, “Good night.”

After the World Cup, you’d made good on your promise and texted Alexia, blossoming a friendship with the Spaniard, and then with time, you found yourself in a committed relationship with Alexia. A long-distance relationship that relied heavily on communication, but every chance either of you got to visit, you both did so instantly. 

You watched Alexia cement her name in countless record books across Spain and she watched your game develop likewise. A powerhouse couple of sorts in women’s football, and you had fallen madly in love with the midfielder. But eventually, the hundreds of miles caught up to the two of you.

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You replay the moment in your head every single day. From the very second you wake up in the morning to the second your eyes close at night, the moment replays in your head like a broken record. Alexia’s voice on the other side of the phone, hundreds of miles away, begging you to not give up on her drilled into your brain. 

Every day that passed you thought about forming a line of contact, trying to take back the obvious mistake you’d made. But you had let her down, and the last memory of the Spaniard you had was her voice buzzing in her your head, pleading to give her one more try. The distance between the two of you ultimately became too much and you couldn’t handle it any longer, and you would not let Alexia throw her whole life away to move closer to you, her home was in Barcelona and yours was in the US. 

You still smell the traces of her scent on your bedsheets. You still remember her favorite songs, the way she’d sing them out loud in the shower thinking no one’s listening. You still remember the feel of her under your palms, every curve, every line. The Spaniard still infiltrated all of your thoughts, even after you thought you’d gotten over her. You still couldn’t get her out of your mind, even though you knew you were probably long gone from hers.

From then on, you’d thrown yourself full force into your game, working hours a day to perfect your game and make the 2023 World Cup roster. A numbness had settled into you some time after the breakup and it had never left. Your main focus was football, the game that had changed your entire life, and not necessarily because of the sport itself. The game in which you had the highest of highs and low lows, the game that had brought you Alexia, and the game that eventually teared you away from the girl. 

You’d watched her struggle to recover from her ACL tear and watched her proudly return back to the pitch like she had never left. You’d kept up with Alexia, peaking into a Barça match every so often, watching her excel on the pitch just like she did four years ago at the World Cup, now just more people appreciated her game and you couldn’t be happier for you her.

The 2023 World Cup had the same intense feeling as the 2019 World Cup, the pressure for the United States to win another star was at a new height and it was up to the squad to win at any cost necessary. You’d cemented yourself as a valuable member of the team and now felt the weight of what was at risk for this tournament. 

You knew Alexia was going to be at the tournament, but you tried to force it out of your mind and focus on the task ahead. But there was no way to avoid her, the anxiety that settled into your stomach thinking about the girl was uncontrollable. Your mind was supposed to be focused and ready, but instead you felt numb and blank. Physically you were in Australia, but your mind was elsewhere. 

The group stage was all a blur, you’d been simply going through the motions for longer than you could remember, trying to just survive. The media was even more ruthless this tournament, claiming the US had lost their passion for the game and condemned each and every national team member, it was ruthless and you simply couldn’t escape it, but your mind spewed the same things, except your thoughts were focused on the girl who hadn’t left you mind since you broke her heart. 

The game against Sweden was an eye-opener, a stalemate match that even after extra time was still even, forcing a penalty shoot-out. Your team swayed together uncontrollably as your heart pounded in your ears, tuning out the crowd and trying to focus on the penalties. 

Next up was you. You lined the ball up and did the same penalty kick routine you’d done every single time. You took a deep breath and kicked the ball. The ball cleared the goal post, missing the net entirely, sending the ball into the stands. You had missed the penalty, and Sweden capitalized. You’d let down your country. 

Unbeknownst to you, Alexia sat in hotel room watching the match. Her knee bounced anxiously as she tried not to bite her nails, a habit you desperately pleaded for the Spaniard to stop. The match had given her heart palpitations as she shakingly paced around the room when the match came down to penalties. She watched you take yours and miss terribly, and when the camera panned to you, her heart broke in a million little pieces.

 Her thumb hovering over your contact, wanting to extend herself to you again, to be a shoulder to cry on, she knew this pain all too well. But luckily, she knew where you would go.

Back at the stadium, the Sweden team celebrated and the USWNT left in despair. You want to scream and cry but you can’t, every time you want to show an emotion, your body shuts down, unable to get the numbness that has surrounded you all tournament out. You needed something to let go, to get rid of this agonizing feeling and aid your despair.

You’d made quick work of packing your belongings in the changing room, and escaped out the door as quickly as you could, getting on the team bus and locking your eyes out the side window, not allowing the tears to fall. 

Once back at the hotel, you fell behind your teammates and instead of turning right towards the elevator up to the hotel rooms, you took a left and entered the hotel bar. You’d asked the bartender for something strong, something to forget the last 90 minutes of football. 

 “I figured I’d find you here.” You knew her voice all too well, it sent a bone chilling shiver down your spine. “Can I sit?” 

As you turned towards the girl, even in the softly lit bar, you knew who it was. 

“Alexia.” You try to not let your voice betray your feelings because you know Alexia can read you like an open book. Being back in Alexia’s presence was more intoxicating than any drink the bartender could offer you. 

“This was a bad idea. I just wanted to…” What did Alexia want to do? In truth she wanted to kiss you, hold you and tell you how special you are and apologize a thousand times for letting the distance get in the way, she wanted to do and say so many things. She noticed your eyes were tired but still had the same fire she saw four years ago. 

“Please stay.” You said and reached out to grab her, not caring how desperate you sounded, you couldn’t help it. Alexia, the girl who you had tried to avoid like the plague the second you landed in Australia, stood right in front of you. Her hair was slightly longer and you met her eyes for the first time since the breakup. She sat next to you in silence, she’d never seen you so damaged, so frail.

“How are you… doing?” You asked, swallowing around another lump in your throat, trying to get your thoughts together as you look towards her nervously. 

“I’m okay.” She said, sending you a soft smile with the small quirk it always had, the smile that was ingrained in the back of your mind even though you wished it wasn’t. 

Your heart thuds in your chest, Alexia was mere inches away from you and you yearned to lean over and kiss her, but you knew you couldn’t. She most likely had moved on and found solace in someone else, someone who wasn’t you. 

You try not to look into Alexia’s eyes for too long, because you know that if you lock eyes, Alexia will see just how much you still love her. 

“It’s not your fault you know.” She said, but you couldn’t tell if she was speaking about the match or about the past relationship. But nonetheless, you saw the opportunity and took it, and the apology spilled out of you.

“I was scared. I was hurt by the distance and I couldn’t handle it any longer. I tried to get you back but I am so sorry Alexia.” You whisper brokenly, tears streaming down your cheeks gently. You choke on your own cry that builds in your throat, everything bubbling to the surface. 

“I am so sorry I ever let you go.” Your voice cracks on the last word, not knowing where this conversation would go from here, but it had to be said.

Before you can say anything more through tears, you feel Alexia stand up, a hand wrapping around your waist and warms lips on your neck. Your eyes close as you cry harder, emotions from the game combining with the unsettled emotions of your breakup all those months ago. Alexia tightened her hold around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

You watch as something flashes across Alexia’s face and it takes your heart in a vice grip to see the girl so confused and hurt. It makes you think back to the phone call and if you’d been able to see Alexia’s face when you broke up with her, you didn’t think you’d be alive now. 

There were two broken hearts in the room, not just one.

Alexia takes one of your hands, holding it between the two of you, “If you leave again, I will not be able to survive.” 

Her words hit you like a train as the impact almost makes you fall over, but you take your combined hands and place them firmly over her heart. You close your eyes and focuses on the heartbeat under your palm.

“I never want to live without you ever again.” You tell her as you hold your breath with the last syllable as you finish. Alexia kisses the small tear rolling down your cheek, The move is gentle and genuine and you reach out and tug Alexia closer. 

Alexia lifts your head up to meet her eyes that are also brimming with tears, “I never want to live without you ever again.” 

Alexia is giving you the power to reach into her chest and rip her heart right out again, but she is trusting you won’t this time. She leans in once more and kisses your lips, the gesture so familiar as if no time has passed. 

Alexia manages the one sentence that she knows doesn’t need much explaining for you to know the meaning, and she weighs on it heavily to anchor the two of you. 

“Text or call after the tournament, yeah?” She asked as the corners of her mouth curved into a smile. 

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A New Pelle Interview from Death Power!!! From DeadFromMayhem.ru Dark Hel

Interview with Dead, done by Scottis Kriss-Toff.

LITTLE STORY ?

It’s always the same hard to give a brief history and to shrunk down about 6 years. So, I tell of the line-up of MAYHEM. After that MANIAC (ex-vocalist) and MANHEIM (ex-drums) left (straight after the recording of "DEATHCRUSH"), I joined MAYHEM in the early spring 1988 and HELLHAMMER joined about a month later. We’ve got terribly hassles with rehearsal places, somewhere to live, money, etc etc... But we don’t feel for give up only to continue when the band is the reason of our existence.(We would be dead without MAYHEM, eh ! ! !) We’re still trying to get enough of material together for the L.P. We do only songs that will last for years, not the shit songs that becomes a short-time trends,...I hate trends !

STYLE ?

We’re a Black Metal band!!

INSPIRATION ?

We're trying not to copy other styles, but every band has got inspirations even if they don’t think so by themselves. We’re still VENOM Heads (old VENOM of course) and VENOM created the music. I’ve got personal influences by different singers of course and to mention some: MANTAS/early DEATH, SARCOFAGO, POISON (german of course), PARABELLUM (the first demo) and early SEPULTURA.

PRODUCTION ?

By all these years, it has not been much of discocraphy.There have been "PURE FUCKING ARMAGEDDON" in 1986 limited to 100 copies, DEATHCRUSH in 1987, our second demo, our mini-L.P. DEATHCRUSH in 1987 limited to 1000 copies + some rehearsals tapes given out by MANIAC’s "MANIAC PROD".

ACTUAL LINE-UP ?

-DEAD (but still not buried) (vocals)

-EURONYMOUS (greek name for prince of death) (lead guitar)

-NECROBUTCHER (bass)

-HELLHAMMER (drums)

ACTIVITIES OUT OF THE BAND ?

-DEAD : immigrate to Transylvania, castle mania, cut deeply in myself and others, torture humans and animals.

-EURONYMOUS : dangerous expriments with chemicals, weird science.

-NECROBUTCHER : guru and pot-smooker.

-HELLHAMMER : hellish drunks always and then sings sailor songs.

REASONS OF THE NAME MAYHEM ?

It sound cruel enough we think. But as the most people who’re reading this now, there has been lots of other "MAYHEMS" all over the world, but we were the first ! The name is from 1982 when EURONYMOUS had a band then.

CAN YOU SPEAK ME ABOUT YOUR LYRICS ?

At "PURE FUCKING ARMAGEDDON" the lyrics were pretty VENOM clones. "DEATHCRUSH" had more slaughter, insanity, Eating corpses style over it. As for the new ones, I make them far and I’m possessed of transylvanian legends and its castles, satanic coven meetings, black art and nice animals as vultures, bats and goats. So that, I write of Evil ! I’m inspired by evil in everything I do. When I make a drawing, it’s to express evil, when I talk, when I dream, when I’m thinking... and when I create lyrics.

WHAT WOULD YOU SAY IF I TELL YOU THE FOLLOWING WORDS ?

Alcohol : Nothing left. Drug : Against. Cigarette : No smoking. Sexe : Violence and death. Politic : Crap! Religion : Evil, ancient, Satanic! Money : Broke always... A.I.D.S. : Marcin Wawreynzak (of "ETERNAL TORMENT"). Torture : Nice to do. Noise : Children’s bands!!! Dream (hope) : Transylvania, Immortality. Death : Peace. Life : Stupid mortals! Rain : By the night. Wind : In the dark forest. Thunder : At the darkened sky. Evil : Evil weather, castle. NAPALM DEATH : Trend! Earth : No hope. Wizard : Black arts. The end : Crossover, straight edge and Grind. You : The superstitious mortals in Transylvania’s dreams came true...

YOUR TEN FAVORITS BANDS ?

(this is not in order) PARABELLUM (R.I.P.) from Colombia, SARCOFAGO from Brazil, MASACRE from Colombia, DEATHPEED (R.I.P.) from Japan, POISON (R.I.P.) from Germany, DAMNATION (R.I.P.) from Canada, TORMENTOR from Hungary, IMPERATOR from Poland, GROTESQUE from SWEDEN, REENCARNACTION from Colombia.

Do you know MAYHEM, the MAYHEM from U.S.A. ? What do you think about what they do.

I hate them !!! How can a records company releases such crap, even if they are a commercial label !?! We gave out our mini-L.P. "DEATHCRUSH" a half year before they released their excrement compilation ! I suppose you’ve heard the Brazilian MAYHEM (?). They’re now splitted up but that was at least a Death Metal band and I liked their music. There has been also other MAYHEM’s in the history but they don’t exist no longer. I know of two other still existing MAYHEM’s : from Hungary and from Uruguay.

HAVE YOU ALWAYS PLAYED IN DEATH/BLACK/EVIL/ FROM THE DOOM BANDS ?

The two bands I’ve singing in are MORBID and MAYHEM, the both of them are Black Metal.

WHY DID YOU LEAVE MORBID ?

‘Cause the original guitarist of the line-up left the band and the others didn’t know if they wanted to continue like before and to remain a dirty and a Black/Satanic band. There had been too many hassles of the gigs and between the members, so, after my opinion, that band didn’t exist after the first demo "DECEMBER MOON". Later, they recorded a second demo with another line-up, new logo and completly different style than before. Something I think I have to add here is that we’re thinking of having one, just one more MORBID gig of the old style as MORBID was (and also should be) and we also think of the finish song "DEATH EXECUTION" that the "DECEMBER MOON" ends with (on the demo it’s only the la-la version slowly of the refrain and the opening riff). It was a whole song but a not finished such coz we were changing it the time during MORBID’s existence and then, have one or two more songs and then, give it out as a demo… some dark day.

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT WHITE METAL (METAL FOR THE BIBLE, METAL FOR JESUS) ?

First of all, I don’t think it’s Metal. Then, I think as long as it can be called Metal it comes originally from VENOM… Even if there is Grindcore, fun-noise, straight edge-anti-everything or yucky white metal. To me, only Black is true and only death is real !!!

THEY ALWAYS SAY THEY WANTS TO MAKE GIGS WITH BANDS LIKE VENOM OR SLAYER. WOULD YOU LIKE TO MAKE A GIG WITH STRYPER, VENGEANCE OR HOLY SOLDIERS ? WHY ?

It seems like the white « bands » believe Black Metal is only for fun… We’re a serious black band. We take this mortually serious! The « white » bands don’t deserve to exist.

HAVE YOU EVER HAD PROBLEMS WITH THE CHURCH OR ANYONE WHO FOLLOWS A RELIGION ?

Well, the chritians, new-boru christians, the mormons, hare-krishnas, Jehovas witnesses and more have tried lots of their methods of turn me into it, without success of course. The most of them, especially the christians and fanaticals but do not believe in it cos so many of them have been forced by their parents and their family to « believe » and, after that, they’re going out trying to make others join them… of the more limited believers who chose it by themselves and have got a belief in it, I use to scare them up (and to them it works almost every time) most of the cases. The all I have to do is to talk with them and they’re getting corpse pale in their faces and then realize I’m lost and impossible to turn over. One guy even tried an exorcism on me......

WHAT DO YOUR MOTHER THINK ABOUT MAYHEM ?

She (and also my dad) thinks it’s good for me that I’m in a band, so I don’t start with something stupid instead. It’s hell a work to play in a band, whatever someone might think. Only the letter writing is a full-day job. What she do not like is when I sometimes gets ideas of cutting myself up and when I lived at my parents home, none of them liked when I had parts of animals in my room (from some animals they used to start to rot already at the second day).

CAN YOU SAY A FEW WORDS ABOUT THE SONG « BURIED BY TIME AND DUST »

Not the best lyrics I’ve done.

YOU SEEM TO LIKE BLACK SIDES OF THINGS, WHY ?

It simply is my way of thinking. The only that feels as the possible right to me. I search for the Evil and Black in all matters and I don’t give a dawn of what others are saying of that !

WHAT IS OCCULTISM FOR YOU ?

It sounds too mystical only, to me... I’m into the pure Evil and right on Black ! But with that I don’t mean I’m a great sorcerer. I mean of a though and a style of living.

I just don’t really know why I’ve hated all the fucking christans the whole life of mine and I’d search for the Evil darkness. I totally ignore those who are telling me I sicking my head I better go to hospital. Occult can be just anything that people think sounds strange to them. There is no actual limits of what is the occult… Yes mystic, it can be anything from practice. After my opinion, that word occult doesn’t say anything !

IF i TELL YOU "SATAN",WOULD YOU LIKE 95% OF THE TRASHERS, RUNNING AWAY DO A STRANGE FACE, SHIT ON YOURSELF, SAY "NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NOT SATAN",AND GET ANGRY AFTER HAVING CALLED YOUR MOTHER ? WHY ?

Of course, I won’t run nor put shit on you. Mainstream people of clone bands used to fuck with the very few existing anti trend Black Metal bands when crossover-straight-edge-vegetarians ruled the trends… then grindcore was "in" and people used to refuse listen to anythong else than NAPALM DEATH, and so on... It’s not actually NAPALM DEATH who created this awful fashion actually, it was the children who then had to try playing fast. How I hated all the demos with hundred of second-sings and lyrics talking of how many animals that get killed coz of hamburgers and do not vegetables either coz they’re also living. AAAAARRGH !!! As what happens sooner or later with all trends they’re vanishing completly and everybody forget about it really fast. Even Death Metal became trend. At least, it’s on its way. So, what did happen to all the "important" lyrics bands that blamed all the others for not been "in". Did they went designing new fashions that everyone had to follow ? Hell no ! AAAAAAARRRHHHHGGHH-death, the mother fuckers jumped on Death Metal !!! How dared they make Death Metal to something normal that wimps are starting to play to await something new to appear… Next trend ! I will guess the most of the true BM heads (who’ve been into it since Venom) can understand what I mean here. It feels like something is really wrong when serious bands that wanna create something own musically are in ‘zines that also feature noise bands that have been existing for a week but already have released 3 demo’s or something like that and are playing in 25 differents "bands" only for fun. Bands that are sending picture of theselves who are supposed to be funny, strange glasses, toilet paper and a shirt on the head and so much other childish and above it all boring bullshit, I think those have misunderstood humour completely! I refuse to laugh of this! I cannot understand why everything has to be so fucking funny and how people can laugh at this, and if someone might laugh of this interview, I can tell him that he has misunderstood the whole point of this and the rest of this interview, read it again more carefully and he won’t find this funny at all! It’s not funny and I refuse to say something funny or laugh, everybody would misunderstand everything only. There’s so much that stupid people only seek for a good time, so they can laugh don’t understand by the music so I should even refuse listen to music... But that would be too hard to do and it needs more self control for that. The most of the new demo’s sound all the same, the originally is gone it seems. I can’t see why so many self-condemned bands have to exist. One weird thing is that when a band almost is formed they have to record a demo and straight after that, they "have to" give out something on vinyl... and then only after a few weeks they can’t understand how they could record this when they’re sounding much better now if they haven’t already forgot it.

DO YOU LIKE BLACK SABBATH (OLD ONES, WITH DIO AND OZZY) ?

Only with Ozzy! By dio I can listen to « Holy Driver » but nothing else.

DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE A HEAVY METAL KIDS ?

Hey, I’m lucky I’m not a NAPALM DEATH/CARCASS kid. Well, then the most Evil, "Occult", dirty and the worst are BLACK SABBATH, KISS,IRON MAIDEN, AC/DC and MOTORHEAD, they were my faves. When I heard VENOM and MERCYFUL FATE, it felt like I lost an important part of my brain and I worshipped them.

WHY ARE YOU ANTI-MOSH ?

Cos I hate that word !!! I wanna hear an explanation of what the moshers actually do when they’re moshing...

LAST WORD...

"Antiquus Malum Cruentus Scriptum De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas" : It’s a book I recommend.

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[ghostlychief]

OKIE, HI LOVE, I'm so excited. I would like to request Touch-starved! John. John, who didn't realize how it felt to be loved. John, who didn't know how nice it felt to be wanted for being just him. John, who's never had a hug in his life, stiffing when his partner gave him a hug before realizing how comforting it was. John, who doesn't know how to hug his partner back and is scared he'll hurt them.

Okay i love this idea so much. YOUR MIND CONTINUES TO AMAZE ME. Because John would TOTALLY be like this at first. Love touch-starved!John. For some reason the concept of the song Drops of Jupiter popped into my head when i thought of this John. I hope you enjoy what i threw together, and hope you're doing well <3

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Drops of Jupiter

John-117/Master Chief x reader

no warnings, just fluff!

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John’s life can really only be measured by statistics, measured quantitatively. From the moment he was found on Eridanus II by Dr. Halsey, his life started to have meaning in the way of numbers. How fast was he growing? How much did he weigh? How much could he lift? Those numbers became one of the most important thing in his life. Besides that, he didn’t have much else to count for. His sole purpose was to train and become the best Spartan II the UNSC has ever seen.

That was until he decided to remove the hormonal pellet, lodged in the center of his lower back, resting in between his spine. Who knew how much power rested in something smaller than a quarter?

This pellet repressed his moods, making sure he was only ever objective, the thought of subjectivity a sin. It also dimmed hormones a normal person experiences in their every day life. Such as, the longing touch of a loved one. Or, the hope to feel accepted by one’s peers. These suppressors were supposed to make the ultimate, elite solider. It was supposed to help aid the Spartan’s on the battle field by making them mission oriented. Act first, ask questions later. As long as the mission was complete and a success, not much else mattered.

At first, John felt disoriented. He felt unbalanced by the new coming of emotions and hormones that spiraled around in his body. There was a crash of emotions washing over his entire body that he forgot he felt before, in a distant past life he wasn’t even sure really existed. It felt rickety, yet exciting. Everything seemed brand new to him. The clouds looked different, the grass brighter, the sun felt warm against his skin. He appreciated the stars that blanketed the sky on a moonless night.

For once, he felt like he completed the orbit around what his life was really about. He finally understood. Life wasn’t just about missions and killing the Covenant. No, there was so much more to it and he finally felt like he touched back home after a long, grueling journey, pulled down by the gravity of the new world he found himself in.

Shortly after his pellet was removed, he met you. You were a linguistic technician that worked closely with many of the people John worked with. You were an expert in Sangheili, which became a hot commodity skill to have in the impending months leading up to the human/Covenant war. John had actually crossed paths with you before, only in passing, but you have met, though not officially.

The day you sat across from him in the cafeteria was Johns’s first encounter with you since feeling different, feeling new. You were already half way seated when you asked, “Mind if I sit here?” John looked up at you, brows furrowed and nodded, but at this point you were already sat down at the table.

“I’d like to pick your brain about something if you don’t mind?” Your sweet voice traveled across to John in the noisy cafeteria and he found himself staring at you for a second before he mentally shook his head. “Sure?” He was still perplexed why you were here sitting with him. Usually no one approached the Spartans unless they were instructed to do so.

“Okay, so I’m in the linguistics department, specifically Sangheili, and I wanted to ask you about the encounters you’ve had with the Sangheili, specifically the higher ranked Sangheili.”

John felt himself slightly smiling at your rambling, but he made sure to hide it from you. He cleared his through them said, “Yeah, I remember you. We met in passing a couple years ago.”

Your eyes widened, “Oh! I didn’t think you’d remember.” This time John made sure you noticed his smile, “Spartans have eidetic memory.”

“Ah, that’s right. Well, that’s good for all the questions I have for you then.” You then proceeded to talk to John about the Sangheili culture and how it related to their patterns of speech for the next two hours, time slipping away, fast through your fingers.

After that, John always felt a pull towards you, seemingly stuck in your orbit. If neither of you were on duty, you’d usually end up going on long walks. John told you about his past, like what it was like being in the Spartan program, and other adventures, like his mission on the Halos. You never interrupted him, and typically had follow-up questions, always curious to learn more about him.  

The first time you touched him was when he was explaining how he was taken as a child by Dr. Halsey to be entered into the Spartan program. You rested your hand on his bicep, and your fingers slowly rubbed back and forth in a comforting notion. He at first stiffened, but then soon relaxed under your enchanting touch, longing to feel it again after you left his quarters that night.

He started to see more and more of you, and his feelings slowly and quietly developed into something akin to love, though he was never really sure what that word meant. Not until you. He imagined what love might have been, but could never quantify it since love never dealt in numbers or absolutes. It was abstract, confusing, with no concrete answer to it.

Though all of these new emotions felt confusing at times, John never felt confused by you. You simply loved him, not Master Chief or John-117, just John. Slowly but surely, John felt more comfortable with you, emotionally and also physically. Although Spartans are massive in their stature, people still forget how freakishly strong they actually are. Such as, John can easily flip over a Warthog. So, in dealing with you, he was extra cautious.

The first time you wrapped your arms around his middle in a bone crushing hug, he was worried about hugging back, afraid he would crush you, hurt you. He doesn’t remember ever receiving a hug like that, and he wanted to savor it, and feel it over and over again. Once he realized that he wasn’t going to hurt you, he would always pull you into random hugs through out the day, comforted by your beating heart against his.

John’s life, once measured only in numbers, in quantity, now could be measured by so much more. He was lucky, after all.

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[outtoshatter]

This week's author spotlight goes to the fantastic and lovely @missanniewhimsy!!

Fics to Read:

Brave in the Shadows | NR | 5k tags: space, war, epistolary, open ending, angst Summary: Derek pulls his phone out as soon as he’s in the kitchen.

You have no new messages.

It’s the same every day.

Here Together | T | 10k tags: gaming, speedrunning, glitch hunting, online friendship Summary: In which Derek is a world-record holding speedrunner, Stiles is the glitch hunter who's found some of the biggest strats for the run and Derek's second most annoying mod. Small crushes get blown wide open when Derek invites Stiles to do commentary for a major run and they finally have a chance to meet in person.

Worthy | G | 1k tags: established relationship, domestic fluff, they both deserve nice things Summary: Stiles took a breath, then another, eyes locked on Derek’s. He shook his head, willing himself to calm down. “It--it’s been a while.”

Fics to Hear:

little boy lost | T | 1-1.5 hours tags: single parent Stiles, magic Stiles, deputy Derek, autumn Summary: If someone asked Stiles to write a parenting book, Stiles would say the best and most important rule is to love your kid. Just love the hell out of them, and make sure they know it.

The second most important rule would be don’t turn your back on a curious three year old with supernatural speed.

Stiles is currently failing at the second rule. Badly.

i went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees | T | 2-2.5 hours tags: fallen angels, guardian angels, rest stop Summary: Stiles is a crossroads demon operating out of a rest stop Subway, Derek is a guardian angel whose family has passed on. When Derek decides to stick around, the Jacob Campbell Southbound Rest Area gets interesting. Well, more interesting than it already was.

(aka the prompt generator drabble that grew legs and turned into an meditation on grief, guilt, responsibility, and the redemptive power of unconditional love.)

And When I Wake You're There I'm Saved | T | 1-1.5 hours tags: space, kidnapped Derek, kidnapped Stiles, no torture Summary: "Derek," Stiles says, firm. His hand is warm on Derek's shoulder. "I'll be okay."

"You didn't leave me," Derek argues. "How can you expect me to leave you?"

Stiles rolls his eyes. "Oh my god, it'll be fine. Even if I am captured, I'm just a boring human. They wanted you for your Lycan blood."

Derek crosses his arms. Mainly so he doesn't wrap his hands around Stiles' throat in an attempt to throttle some sense into him. "That's fine. But this isn't a time when being a boring human is an asset. This is a time when being a boring human results in a shot to the head."

"Derek," Stiles says again. He steps closer, so Derek is surrounded in his scent, his chemosignals—namely unwavering, resolute determination, distinctively sharp and entirely unbreakable—clouding Derek's mind. "You'll come back for me." He sounds so sure, and he can tell the exact moment Derek gives in. Because Derek somehow always gives in to Stiles.

"I'll come back for you," he confirms. "And you better not be dead."

Stiles grins, eyes sparkling with far too much humour for someone who potentially just sacrificed himself for a surly Lycan and bunch of strangers. "You do say the sweetest things."

In Progress:

[podfic] Fractured Starlight | M | 9/34 chapters tags: hurt/comfort, amnesia fic, witch Stiles, blood and gore, alpha Derek Summary: Stiles is driving home when a werewolf pops out of his trunk like a demented jack-in-the-box, aggressive, confused, and with no memory of who he is or how he got in there. Stiles has no choice but to take him through the protected borders of Willow Pass so he can figure out what's going on and if this strange werewolf is a danger to his coven.

Go check out allll of misswhimsy's fics on their AO3 page! Don't forget to mind the tags, leave a kudos, and maybe even drop a comment!

#sterek #sterek fandom #author spotlight #teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #misswhimsy #spotlight saturday

[mybadlywrittenstories]

Enchanted to meet you (Paul Lahote X OC) Part 2

Note: Hey guys this is just a quick little chapter but I assure you all I will be posting another very quickly Word Count: 856

Aeon and Jen laid in bed most of the night, after their daughter had interrupted the meeting with the shifters, things ended quickly afterwards. To most people, the change in the atmosphere would’ve been almost undetectable, however both Aeon and Jen were magic users and could feel like slight shimmer in the room as their eldest daughter Amelia made eye contact with one of the shifters, Paul Lahote. They both were very familiar with the wolf shifters lore, and very aware of the imprinting bond that had an unbreakable hold on them. Aeon had very swiftly ushered the pack towards the basement where they had set up a temporary guest bedroom situation for them—while Jen stayed sat on the couch. Complete and Utter Rage barely remaining contained.

“I don’t know how you can be so okay with this.” Jen gritted through her teeth, casting a sideways glare at the side of her husband’s head. His face was smooth and serene, if it had anyone else gazing upon him, they would’ve assumed him to be asleep; however, she knew better.

“You know, just as I do, that we are no match against fate, My dear.” His tone didn’t portray any emotion as he spoke, which made Jen’s blood boil.

“This isn’t her fate, Aeon.” She propped herself up on her elbow as she turned to fully face him, “Amelia is supposed to take over the Coven, not fall into some story-tale romance with a shifter of all people! We both know just how unruly and short tempered the shifters can be, and you’re just going to sit back and accept it?”

“My love,” He began opening his eyes to meet hers, “You know that I love you and the girls more than anything else in this entire realm. If I genuinely believed he posed some danger, of course I would be concerned. I do not mean to offend you my dear, but I fear you may be judging them a little too swiftly. Yes, the shifters are a formidable enemy, however only if you make them the enemy. The same wolf blood that causes their short tempers is also the same blood that makes them fiercely loyal and protective of those around them. You have also not seen them in battle, I have. Those few years ago when I was called upon to witness for the Cullens, I saw two wolf packs, fighting alongside each other all to protect the imprint of one of the wolves.” Aeon paused to look into the eyes of his wife and could tell the flame of her worry and anger had not been extinguished. “What else is troubling your mind?” He reached out gently, tracing the side of her face moonlit face.

“I just…” She breathed out, leaning into the loving touch of her husband, “She has barely lived, Aeon. Now, she’s supposed to go run off to Vegas and get married? How will she know this is what she wants?”

Aeon let out a breathy laugh. “No, my sweet, sweet, Jenny, I think you misunderstand the imprint bond.” The corners of his mouth tug into a small smile as he sees the look of confusion spread across her features. “Yes, the young man that is sleeping in our basement this very second, could possibly become the future lover of our daughter. That, however, is not for certain. All we can know at this moment is that he will be there for her, through thick and thin, protecting her and loving her in any way she needs, whether that is the love of a brother, best friend, or Lover. All this means for our daughter is that no matter what, she will always have someone by her side who has her best interests in mind.”

“Oh.” Is all she could say as she attempted to shift her way of thinking. A thick blanket of anxiety was wrapped tightly around her heart as she tried to consider what this means for her eldest daughter. If she was to take over the coven, she would benefit from a bodyguard. Having that much power in the magical world did come with a target on her back, and this Paul could make out to be a good protector.

She shook her head gently, dispelling the positive look she had taken on the situation, she still did not like this at all. She raised her daughters to pave their own road in life, not let anyone hold them back. This seemed all too… all too…

She let out a groan of frustration, letting her head fall onto her husband’s chest, as her mind failed to conjure the proper words to describe the feelings eating away at her. Aeon simply entangled his fingers into her hair and gently massaged her scalp, pressing a small kiss on top her head, “It will be alright, I assure you. Give it some time and I promise you will see.”

That was the final words exchanged between the two parents that night, they slipped into a deep sleep not long after, both minds full of thoughts of their dear daughter, Amelia.

#oc #twilight #paul lahote fanfiction #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote x amelia boleyn #paul lahote #wolf pack #twilight fanfic #witch #fae #twilight sage #au #enchanted to meet you #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote fanfic

[ahautism]

MCYT Yuri Week - Day 1 - Break

(crossposted on ao3)

It’s stressful work, preparing for the competitions. El tries to brush it off for the camera, usually, but it gets tiring, to put it simply. And she’s grateful to Cleo for teaching her, she really is, but their… shape… magic… thingy makes El’s brain hurt. She’s also not sure why a time witch has specced so heavily into explosions, but hey, to each her own.

Luckily, Cleo notices that she’s… a bit lost, and stops teaching for a second.

“Need to take a break?” They ask, stepping away from the diagrams she’s drawn up, and picking up the spell components lying on the ground.

“I… yeah. If you don’t mind.” She laughs awkwardly. Cleo sits down on the ground where they’d been practicing – the un-exploded part, and gestures for El to sit beside her. When El obliges, and sits beside Cleo, they wrap their arm around her, pulling her closer in to their chest. Her skin is soft, and almost warm enough to be alive after so long in the sun. A soft breeze flutters around them, making Cleo’s robes flutter slightly, exposing a bit more of her thigh, big and soft, stitched together from different pieces of skin that El doesn’t want to know the origins of. She leans against their chest, and lets out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding. Cleo chuckles a little, and rubs her shoulder.

“That any better?” She asks, leaning back against the whiteboard she had been using to diagram. El blushes, just a little. Hopefully Cleo doesn’t notice. They’re too perceptive.

Suddenly, she’s behind a quiz show pedestal, one of those annoying show host guys, dressed in a velvet tuxedo welcoming the audience back from the break.

“Welcome back to the Gobber Games Quiz Extravaganza! We have a new question for our lovely contestant since the break, and she even gets multiple choices this time! Drumroll please…” The drumroll sound effect plays, and Eloise groans out loud as the question is read out to her.

“How much of a crush does SoupforEloise have on ZombieCleo? Is it…

A.) A lot!

B.) An embarrassing amount!

C.) More than she thinks!

or…

D.) All of the above!

What does our contestant think?”

The host shoves the microphone in her face. El puts her head in her hands.

“E! None of the above! Stop this, come on guys!” A loud incorrect buzzer sounds.

“I’m sorry, that is not correct! The correct answer was D.) All of the above!” The studio audience boos. El hates her life right now.

“Worry not, our contestant still gets a consolation prize! This beautiful mug that says “Tell her you like her!” El walks off stage, to the host still yelling game show jargon at her, and wakes up, still in Cleo’s arms. She hates these dreams.

“You okay? You looked like whatever was happening in that dream, you were annoyed by it.” Cleo asks, and El goes bright red.

“Uh… yeah, haha! Just weird dreams, you know how it is.” Cleo shrugs.

“Just wanted to make sure.” They seem so… sure of herself. El is amazed at how it seems like she can just… take up space, without worrying about it. She’s a trickster witch, sure, but… the attention is usually on her pranks, not her. Usually, if the attention is on her, if she takes up space, it means she’s done something wrong, but with Cleo, she seems so solidly herself, so present, even if she claims to be about a hundred versions of herself, scattered across tons of timelines. El admires it, admires her. Cleo removes her hand from around El’s shoulders, jerking her out of her thoughts, and back into the real world.

“Ready to get back to it? That competition isn’t going to win itself, you know.” El jumps to her feet.

“You really think I’m going to win?”

“Of course you are. You’re in the most powerful coven around. And I don’t leave people behind.” Cleo sounds so sure of it, even though she and Scott could have so easily have just paired up, still been the most powerful group on the server, and scorned everyone else. Instead, though, Cleo took her under their wing, and believed in her, believed she could be just as powerful as they were. And then she just… made it happen. Like it was that simple. Scott had said the same to her too.

“Once Cleo decides you’re with her, she never gives up on you.” Then he had frowned. “I’m not sure how I know that. But I can feel that it’s true, you know?” El didn’t know either. But the more time she spends with Cleo, the more sure she is that Scott had been right, and that she likes being one of Cleo’s people.

When she wins the competition a few days later, and sees Cleo cheering her on from the stands, El finally starts to feel like maybe she can do it. Maybe she can be Supreme Witch. Maybe she can make friends. Maybe she can even follow that annoying game show host’s prodding, and tell Cleo she likes her.

@mcyt-yuri-week

#mcytyuriweek2023 #witchcraft smp #soupforeloise #zombiecleo #witchcraftshipping #do they have a ship tag? #cleo/el #<- thats not gonna do anything but whatever #wcsmp

[the-colossal-nerd]

As we approach season three, I'm curious how our perception of the Collector will shift as we see more of him

I say this because a trend I've noticed with TOH villains is they get a lot less scary the more we see of them.

Lilith started out as the imposing head of the Emperor's Coven and turned into a bumbling, low level threat until she turned into a full on good guy.

Hunter was a fairly intimidating villain partly because of how mysterious he was, but the second we saw more of him he was the most pathetic (affectionate) man in the world, until he also became a full good guy.

Even Belos, who started out terrifying, gradually stopped being creepy and powerful as we learned how completely horrible he was. As time went on, he transformed from Emperor Belos, the extremely powerful ruler of a realm full of demons, to Phillip Wittebane, who I have no fear for because my hatred for him takes up all available emotions I have towards him. (His monster form is still extremely creepy though, in a very good way).

So I'm very curious to see if this trend will continue with the collector or if it will be subverted. Personally, I think it’d be very interesting if he got more terrifying the more we see of him. 

#toh #the owl house #the collector #lilith #hunter #belos #phillip wittebane #could this be structed better? #probably #do I care? #no

[carla5172007]

HEAD COVEN DIWA AU.

Diwa joined the Emperor’s Coven age 43 after a year grieving at her father’s execution. Bells himself and 2 men went to Diwa to have an arrangement,a deal. Belies gives Diwa a position becoming head of the beast coven, and head of the military (since Belos has eyes everywhere ) in return Diwa will be payed a lot money and protection on her family. Diwa knew about this is a sketchy deal, she is full aware that HE only need her for his own personal gain but…. To protect her son… She accepted deal but her own terms. 1.She is allowed to leave Emperors coven even it’s her day off or visiting important events on Clay’s and Jasper’s life ( Like graduation/birthday etc). In every time did Bella can add punishments on her or extra orders. 2. She allowed to go home every night. And finally NEVER come near to her family in any other way (This Au Clay’s was never destroyed). He accepted the terms and they have a deal. Diwa told Jasper about deal. Jasper was heart broken seeing his wife, joining the coven she never wanted, sacrificing her freedom for them…Clay never knew why Diwa Joined. Jasper knew and kept secret to Clay.

DIWA POSITION IN EMPERORS COVEN:

Diwa is the backbone of the emperors coven, she made the scouts stronger and great fighters. Diwa,Terra,and,Hettie are the power house of the coven because they are one of the most powerful witches second to Darius. This Au Diwa uses her magic more than than the canon she use he Bolo knife / itak. This Au Diwa has most PTSD attack after owl house especially the collector

I was inspired by the Admirals. Think about world building in that au. The ranking on Emperors is like in One Piece Marines

(It took me months to finally have the motivation to finished this. I Started to draw October 20 2023 but art blocked hitted me so hard that i stopped for a while before i came back)

#carla5172007 #my art #fanart #digital art #digital #digital artwork #the owl house #the owl house fanart #Diwa Sandust #my ocs drawing #toh ocs #toh oc fanart #diwasandust #Head Coven Diwa Au #Emperor’s coven #head coven #terra snapdragon #hettie cutburn

[royal-they]

just felt like writing instead of doing homework so here have some huntlow

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Hunter had never had tea till he came to the Nocedas house on the Day of Unity. Everything had been so chaotic and nobody knew what would happen but Camilla Noceda had made them all a big meal and before they went to sleep she handed him a cup of tea. It wasn’t anything super special; just some chamomile tea she had made quickly with the hope of soothing these lost anxious kids. There was something so touching about it though, just the thought of it made him feel a little less upset about being displaced from his home. 

Since then Hunter had made it a habit to make tea. Every morning, he would get up early to make all his friends tea. They always acted like it was the biggest favor in the world for him to get up at 5:00 am just to make them tea before they woke up. The favor wasn’t a big deal to him; after spending most of his life in the Emperor's Coven he could probably go days without sleep. Still Willow always forced him to rest, saying it was good for him. 

Hunter got up a bit earlier on this day though. He walked to the kitchen and was quite surprised to find the gorgeous plant witch sitting on the stool next to the counter staring out the window. Her feet didn’t touch the ground because of her height and her hair was out rather than in its normal braids. He felt suddenly incredibly guilty for interrupting her thoughts and tried to slowly walk out of the kitchen without Willow noticing him. 

“Oh hey you’re up early.” she said, turning around catching him just before he left. 

“So are you?” He said nervously. Should he move? Should he go back into the room? Every movement he made around Willow made him second guess himself. 

“Hmm that’s true.” She said turning back to look out the window. Hunter paused before walking over to the counter so he was in her field of vision. 

“Is something wrong?” he asked, starting to reach for her right hand with his left. He stopped himself. Using his left hand felt strange. Belos had always told him not to use it because it would make him a wild witch. He never understood that and even now, when he knew there wasn’t anything wrong with using his left hand it still felt wrong. He brushed away his thoughts, Willow was hiding something and he felt whatever it was she needed his help. 

“Nope just thinking.” She lied. 

“Okay… What were you thinking about?”

“Nothing.”

“That- isn’t possible.”

She sighed and rubbed the bridge or her nose, knocking her glasses out of place. She set them down and continued to rub her face. Hunter reached his hand out again. 

“Willow, please tell me what’s wrong.”

She wrapped both of her hands around herself and looked up at him again; her eyes glittering as tears welled up in them. 

“Hunter, could you give me a hug?” she whispered.

Hunter blinked, a little surprised by her request but still he wrapped his arms around her, brushing the back of her head. Willow wrapped her arms around him as well crying softly into his sweater. He didn’t say anything for a while but when she lifted her head up to look at him he gently brushed her hair out of her face which was sticky from the tears. 

“Ready to talk about it?” He asked quietly. Willow pressed her face into his left hand slightly and nodded. 

“I guess I’m just overwhelmed by all of this,” she explained “everyone's worried and I just feel like it all comes down to me y’know? I’m supposed to be there for them to just listen and help them. And right now it feels like I can’t, I don’t have solutions.”

“Nobody expects you to be able to save the world for them Willow,” he said tilting her face to look at him a bit better, “nobody could ever do such a thing by themselves no matter how powerful.”

“I know, I know,” she sighed, “I’m not being logical. It just feels like after everything everyone's done for me I should be able to help them.”

Hunter felt quite surprised as he gazed down at her, “I feel like you’ve helped more people then you realize.”

She looked at him with confusion, “Not nearly as much as they’ve helped me.”

“What are you talking about? You were the first friend Gus ever had, you introduced Luz to Hexide, and you even were able to resolve your conflicts with Amity.” Hunter stared into her eyes and said more softly, “You also helped me more than anyone ever could, you gave me a chance to be more than just the Golden Guard.”

Willow was speechless as she gazed up at him but his expression didn’t change. He really does mean it. Something about that made her face flush a bit. She buried her face back into his sweater.

“Is something wrong Captain?” Hunter said feeling rather concerned. 

“No.” she mumbled.

“Are you sure? Your face seems a bit flushed,” Hunter said, pulling away slightly to see her face, pressing his left hand to her forehead “Are you sick?”

“No.” she said, leaning toward him smiling as he fussed over her.

“Hmm well if you are definitely going to need tea.” He said gently picking her up and walking over to the stove to get the tea pot. 

“Do you always get up to make tea this early?” she asked as she absentmindedly played with his hair. 

“Well not usually this early, usually I get up around 5:00-”

“5:00?” Willow exclaimed, “you said you were getting enough sleep!”

“I am getting enough sleep, you’re the one who’s up earlier than me sitting in the kitchen for like an hour.”

“I haven’t been here for an hour,” she huffed, “only half an hour.”

“Yeah, well growing witches need their sleep.” He teased setting her down. 

Willow kept her arms wrapped around his waist refusing to move at all. Hunter felt quite surprised but didn’t mind his friend's embrace. He leaned towards her slightly suddenly feeling like he might not need tea to feel at home.

“Willow,” Hunter murmured after a while, “I need to move.”

“Hmph.” Willow gave him a quick peck on his cheek and then ran back to bed before Hunter could react to her impulsive decision.  

#the owl house #toh #huntlow toh #huntlow #huntlow fanfiction #winter toh #willow park #hunter toh #fun fact i dont like tea very much #i just thought that hunter probably would #also the aesthetic appeal of tea gives huntlow vibes so yeah

[wackulart]

Oooo I saw the reblog of the Oc ask postcand now I am intrigued, can you please tell us about them!

-♪Anon

AAAAA!!

I have A LOT of ocs some for my own original series but since this blog is covered in owl house content I'll tell you about my TOH OC!

Lunas De Mise

Age: 1450 years old Gender: He/Him Height: 7'8 feet Species: Lunar Salamander (He's like a moon lizard but also a cyclops) Sexuality: Pansexual Trivia: His species can grow to 1500 years old Voice Headcanon: Death (Puss in Boots 2: The Last Wish)

I'm gonna put his backstory under the cut because it is PRETTY LONG

But yeah! He was my first TOH OC and ofc he's associated with Belos bc I had to project some how

I'm also working on another one but they are still in the concept phase

[Also I have a bunch of fan kids so I guess they count as OCS too but I'll post about them tomorrow]

Backstory: Lunas comes from a clan that have very strict rules about 1. Promises and 2. Power. They all come from an Island just a bit off of the Titan. Each member of their clan gets tasked with a crystal that they need to return to the greater crystal after a trip off the island as a sign of coming of age. The crystal is to show love to the memory of the Titan.

Lunas was reaching the age [1000-ish] where he was going to have his chance to do so. With that he left his Island for his trip and came around the time where Belos was going around and preaching to towns.

He meets Belos and they get along decently, Lunas travels with him to learn from Belos as well as to protect him on his journey. Belos tells him about his mission for the titan and Lunas tells Belos of his Island.

Two things that Belos focuses in on was that Lunas was unable to break a promise. It is like a law that is made and it is so important to them, to break it would be to betray everything you were. The only way to get out is if the other person breaks the promise first, then you are unbound.

The second thing was that this crystal had the power to contain magic properly.

With his current issue with sigil magic this seemed like a great opportunity, but he couldn't manipulate it out of Lunas hands because Lunas already believe it was going to the Titan. So the next best thing?

Steal that crystal.

SO-

One night after Lunas and Belos have known eachother for at least a year, at most two, they're together all romantic like and Lunas tells Belos that he has feelings for him since he would have to leave for his island soon. Belos pretends to agree, not that he didn't think of Lunas an asset to him but yknow.. demons. How could he ever?

Lunas is happy and then Belos proposes a promise.

The promise was that they would be loyal to eachother, no matter what.

Afterwards, they fall asleep underneath the stars, not Belos though. He stays up to steal the crystal from him and replaces it with an illusioned rock that he had prepared to look similar.

It's time for Lunas to head back, but when he does the clan notices the crystal isn't the right one. When his clan finds out he's lost it, he's banished and exiled from them and the Island.

He returned back to the Boiling Isles, alone and unable to find Belos. Unsure of what else to do, he hermits himself in a cave and blocks off the outside world completely.

Lunas lived on the far side of the titan and took care of the flora and fauna around his cave but ultimately avoided any other people.

One day, he does leave his cave and he does hear about all of this coven, day of unity business. He isn't sure what to make of it, but he is sure that he made a promise to Belos that he would have his loyalty and since Lunas never knew what happened to his crystal, that promise has yet to be broken on Belos' side, so he wasn't going to break his promise.

#forgive my insane ramblings #thank you for asking abt my oc #the owl house oc #toh oc #belos #emperor belos #philip wittebane #oc x canon #lunas de mise #the owl house fanart #toh fanart #oc fanart #my art #the owl house #toh #anon ask #music note anon #anonymous #asks #ask

[twicearoundthesun]

[coven au]

Sana woke abruptly as the door to her chambers flew open. Panic cleared the sleep from her eyes immediately; she reached for Mina and pulled the girl towards her, towards the side of the bed furthest from the door –

“It’s me, it’s only me!” Momo’s voice was rushed, breathless. She’d run here. Sana heard the chamber door close and two locks deploy.

“What’s going on?” Mina’s voice was raspy with sleep. “Why do you sound so scared?”

“We have to run. Royal soldiers are here. They took your brother-”

“What!? Why!?” Mina stood from the bed.

Momo shook her head. “We have to go. Please, please pack a few things. My father will send men after us with more supplies to get us through a few weeks until this is sorted-.” She said, beginning to rifle through Sana’s wardrobe and toss thing in a bag. “We’ll stay at my uncle’s hunting cottage until this is over.”

“Momo, slow down! What’s going on!?” Sana couldn’t keep the fear from her voice.

“I’m not going anywhere without my brother.” Mina added, though hers wavered too.

“Mina.” Momo’s voice sounded pained. “They arrested him for possessing magic.”

“What? Possessing? The King – He knows my family has always had magic, Kai’s never used it, my dad is friends-”

“The King is dead.”

Sana’s mouth fell open.

“He was assassinated last night. The Prince commands the royal army. He –” Momo’s voice was thick with emotion as she paused. “They pulled Kai from our bed and arrested him.”

“The law is no magic can be practiced. He might have magic, but he’s never used it. Just like you two. He’s innocent.” Through the dim moonlight, Sana and Momo met eyes. Mina continued. “I’m sure my father is working to clear his name as we speak.”

“The new king sees anyone with the ability to use magic as a threat. I don’t think your father can clear this overnight, Mina.”

“Kai is not a threat!”

“Kai is an example!” Momo’s voice boomed as she finally lost her patience. Sana caught a familiar shine in her eyes as Momo grabbed Mina by the shoulders, making her look up. “Kai is an example. No one is safe, anyone with magical abilities – no matter how powerful, no matter if they’re buddies with the royal family and in line to be governor of the most powerful province in the stupid kingdom – is going to be hunted down and prosecuted. Okay?”

Mina didn’t say a word. Sana didn’t breathe.

“And I just – I have to get you two out of here. Before they come for all three of us, I need to get you two to safety while our parents work this out. So please, please get out of bed and pack your things.”

The door handle rattled. The three of them froze. Momo’s hand went to her belt, and Sana shuddered as she realized Kai’s sword shone from under her robes.

A sudden force bent the door, but it held strong. A ram. Whoever waited outside the door knew they’d need to take it by force.

A few seconds of stillness. Then, they jumped into action.

Momo began to push furniture against the doors. Sana pulled Mina to her, out of bed, to the window. She dug in the chest underneath it, pulling out the rescue ladder her father always insisted she knew the location of. Looped it around the cast iron chock hidden by the chest. Sana had always thought he was paranoid.

Whoever was on the other side of the door had come back with friends, and now even the furniture creaked under the force of them hitting it.

“GO!” Momo rushed towards them, and Sana climbed out quickly, urging Mina to follow. As she joined them on the window ledge, Sana watched Momo unleash an inferno, setting her room ablaze. Mina gasped. She’d never seen Momo use her power before.

CRACK!

Sana jumped, shaken from the memory by the sharp sound of an axe against wood. She heard a snicker.

“In your own little world there?” Momo smirked, drawing back to strike the stump again.

“Not anymore.” Sana mumbled. She watched Momo set up another piece of wood and step back. Her best friend was truly a sight; here Sana was, bundled to extremes in furs and cloaks while Momo wore nothing but simple pants and a sleeveless tunic. Her muscles stretched under her skin as she brought the axe up. The snow was beginning to come down harder, melting as it landed on her but clinging to Sana’s robes.

“What were you thinking about?”

“When you burnt all of my possessions to the ground.”

Momo tilted her head and split another log. “Was that the same night I saved your ass from certain death?”

“Hm, guess it was. Aren’t you cold?”

“Not in the slightest.” The axe came down again.

“Well, I’m cold.”

“Go in the tent.”

“I’m keeping you company.”

Momo only rolled her eyes and continued her work. Sana stood, opting to help out by passing Momo the whole pieces of wood for her to split. They didn’t say a word for a few minutes – until Momo’s stomach growled loud enough for Sana to hear while she was passing off a log.

“Wow.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Is there anything left to eat?”

A small pause. Another crack of the axe.

“No. I can go back out after the storm. Visibility’s only getting worse.”

Sana nodded. She would go scavenge later, though she knew not to expect much. They hadn’t had full stomachs since the first frost. They weren’t going to starve yet, but she didn’t know how much longer they could scrape by like this. While Momo made sure the cold itself wasn’t an immediate problem, the scarcity of food still seemed likely to kill them, eventually. She couldn’t bear it.

“This cold is worse than anything we’ve had before this.” Sana started the conversation for what felt like the fiftieth time. “We’re really getting into winter, now.”

Momo nodded slowly, focusing on her work. She knew what Sana would say next.

“We should reconsider moving on. Somewhere warmer, where food is easier to find.”

“If we leave the province, they’ll have a harder time finding us once they get this sorted. My father told us to stay within the borders.” The answer was almost practiced at this point. Momo took the next log from her hands.

“He also told you he’d have it worked out before the snowy season. It’s been silence from home for months now.”

There was no rebuttal to that, only a deep breath. The next log was split with intent, the two halves tumbling off the stump and far out of reach. She was ignoring the issue, shutting the conversation down once again.

“Momo.” Sana said, more sternly. “I don’t think anyone’s coming for us anymore. And – I know, that’s hard to admit. But I… I think we need to look out for ourselves now. It’s been almost a year since we left home, months since we left the hunting cottage… No one’s coming. We need to give ourselves the best chance at survival.”

“Our best chance of survival is here. As close to home as we can safely be.”

“Maybe at one point it was, but now – it’s time, we can’t stay and freeze. Food is getting impossible to find. The only news we’ve heard about the province capital… it isn’t looking good.”

“We have connections, immunity here. Leaving that would be stupid.” She said with a glare. Sana sneered.

“And what did those connections do when they took Mina’s brother to the gallows? Your betrothed, Momo.” She tensed, and Sana felt bad invoking him into the argument. But Momo needed to see that they wouldn’t be safe here. “He was killed because he was the governor’s son. You’re the one that told me that. There’s no use in staying here. There’s danger in it.”

“What about our families, Sana? Our home?” Fire burned in her eyes, almost literally. “You don’t want to be close to them? Ready to go back when this clears up?”

Sana’s heart hurt. “As long as the king sits on the throne, as long as this witch hunt is taking place… It isn’t going to clear up. You know that. We’re not going home. We have to admit that to ourselves.”

Momo didn’t answer, but the air filled with the faint smell of burning wood; she dropped the axe, the handle now scorched where she’d been gripping it with white knuckles. Her hands balled into fists at her sides.

The last time she’d seen Momo accidentally burn anything out of anger they’d been kids. But it was a difficult truth and she had been pushing it. She inched forward, until she was an arm’s length away. “Momo.”

The girl only shook her head, wiping away angry tears that Sana hadn’t noticed and then pressing her palms into her forehead with force.

“Hey.” Sana kept her voice soft. She gingerly put a hand on Momo’s back – she was warmer than usual to the touch. “Deep breaths. I’m... I’m sorry I brought Kai up. It’s been stressful lately and I pushed the issue.”

“But you’re right.” Momo’s voice cracked. “I don’t want to go further from home, but we’re dying, here. We’ve been starving for weeks. And now we have another mouth to feed. We don’t have enough food for us as it is. I… I should have left her in the forest.”

“You did the right thing, helping her.”

“I know I did. I shouldn’t have, but I did. I couldn’t leave her. She couldn’t have been older than Mina, and I just…”

“I would have done the same.” She ran her hand up and down her back. “You did the right thing.”

“I don’t want to leave.”

“I know you don’t. I don’t.”

“Leaving feels like admitting it’ll never go back to how it was.” Momo whispered, in such a defeated voice that Sana wished she could tell her she was wrong. She stayed quiet. “I don’t want to accept that we’ll never go home.”

“I know, Momo. But it’s going to be okay.”

“How can you be sure?”

Sana took a deep breath. She wiped some of the melted snow dripping down Momo’s face, and held her cheek.

“I can’t.” She rubbed her thumb over her cheekbone. “But as long as we have each other, we’ll be okay. Just like it’s always been. The dream team.”

“A third of the dream team is dead.” Momo whispered, tears finally spilling.

“And we have his baby sister. We swore to him we’d protect her, remember?”

“We were seven. We were protecting her from monsters under the bed, not... Not this. And she doesn’t want to leave, either.”

“We’ve always protected her, Momo. The last time she a suitor proposed to her, you lit his room on fire. We haven’t broken our promise yet. And I never intend to. ” Sana dusted off some snow. “So it’s time for us to move somewhere safer.”

Momo sighed. “I know... We’ll… We’ll talk to her. And the new kid. When they both wake up.”

Sana offered her a gentle smile. Momo only bit down on her bottom lip, turning back to the wood block and picking up her axe.

#momo isn't straight dw #they were just Best Bros in an Arranged Marriage bc Politics #coven au #samo #sana #momo #mina #twice au #witch au #twice fic #sorry this is a little scrambled #ive been editing it for days an you know what. Im just posting it because ive written two more coven au fills that are jammed behind this

[thewickedmerman]

The Trix - Dark Witch Forms (Version 2)

And we have finally gotten to my redos of The Dark Witch forms. It's mainly just me giving Icy and Darcy better backgrounds and giving Stormy and Darcy more details in their backstories and different hairstyles.

Icy

I was really excited to work on Icy's because of how I planned on giving her loose hair and it looks absolutely gorgeous. Her loose hair isn't the only change I made to her look, I added an ice necklace, a fur cape, and an ice crown with a diamond on it. Why? Because of how I wanted to make her look like a queen.

Also, there are some slight changes I made from Icy's backstory, so you might want to read this.

I'm keeping her backstory that she gets in season 8 where she was a princess of a planet called Dyamond and it was destroyed by a witch, who also turned her younger sister Sapphire into a fox. However, what I would change is that I would have the witch really be Mandragora in disguised who was sent by the Ancestral Witches with the intention of sending either Icy or Sapphire (Who are descended from the head witch, Belladonna) down a dark path in order to form a new generation of the coven, steal three great powers (The Great Dragon, The Shadow Phoenix, and The Leviathan), take over the magical universe, and free them from Obsidian. However, instead of Sapphire (Who was 10 at the time) being turned into a fox, I had her turned into a statue made out of a sapphire gem. The rest of Dyamond wasn't so lucky and died, while Icy, at the mere age of 13, was the sole survivor. Also, instead of the planet being turned into a snowy wasteland (Icy's powers are snow and ice so why wouldn't the world already be a world of snow and ice), it is instead turned into a heated desert of sand and no life. Icy then decided to seek out vengeance against the witch who did this by becoming the most powerful witch in the universe. She planned to free Sapphire from her frozen state when she became powerful enough. However, as she continued on her path, she became more power hungry and bitter about how she was always good and kind but she still ended up suffering the fate of the life she knew being taken from her. She wanted to take over the universe as a queen to make up for the crown that was rightfully hers being taken from her. In my version of the last season, where The Trix team up with their Ancesters, she finds out about this being their plan and destroys them with the Winx Club. Redemption arc? Maybe....

I love how the backstory is similar to Bloom's because it adds something to their dynamic and shows how two people can react very differently to the same tragedy.

Darcy

I gave Darcy the hairstyle of Lust from Fullmetal Alchemist. It really fits because of how both are seductive manipulators and my fan-cast to voice Darcy is Laura Bailey, who voices Lust. And a crown to top it all off.

As for her backstory, I've updated it. She comes from Whisperia (Yes, I got that name from the 4Kids dub) where everyone has the power of illusions. However, every individual is born with a second magical ability that goes with their illusions. Mirta, for instance has the power of illusions and dreams. Darcy was both with the power of illusions and darkness. This was considered a curse to her family, who were very high class and respected witches. They tried to force her to hide her second ability and had her home schooled. She was abused verbally by her family for bringing disgrace to their family name by being born with her second gift being of darkness. All her life, she had been isolated and her only comfort was reading romance novels (Which explains her seductive nature) and longed for a life with someone who would love her and take her away from this torturous existence of hers. She would hate being forced to always be all dolled up in frilly clothes, not to mention forced to deal with bright sunshine, which hurt her eyes (It's why she wears glasses, to protect her eyes from the bright light when she's not in her witch form), due to her powers being tied to darkness.

When she turned 13, she put on some regular clothes and snuck out (Using a clone of herself to stay at her mansion) to meet kids her own age. She started playing with some other kids and it was great until, of course, some bully picked on her, and took away her glasses. She tried to cover her eyes to protect them while also trying to steal back her glasses. She eventually got so frustrated, she let her magic unleash and temporarily blinded everyone. She grabbed her glasses, her new friends were scared of her, and she ran back home. Her parents had noticed she was gone (As her clone didn't last very long, due to her undeveloped skill) and already knew about the incident. They were furious with her and even used their magic to physically punish her. She had finally had enough and her powers exploded. She accidentally killed her parents. However, she had only known suffering and contempt from her parents, so while she didn't mean to kill them, she didn't feel and sadness for their deaths.

She knew she couldn't stay there anymore. Before the staff could do anything, she used her magic to temporarily blind them so she could get away. She didn't have much time because, due to her not being allowed to use her magic, she had no idea how long the temporary blindness would last. As she ran, she could hear the voice of an old woman (Liliss) telling her to take the family crystals (The Whisperian Crystals) with her. She leaves and soon meets Icy and Stormy, who are all lost souls with no place to call home and emotional issues. With the Whisperian Crystals, they learn that they are blood descendants of The Ancestral Witches, the first witches to ever live. Darcy now knows why she was born with dark magic and that it seems she was destined to be evil like everyone believed. She then decided that if that's all she was gonna be, she would embrace it and make everyone crawl at her feet. She, Icy, and Stormy then became friends and considered each other sisters.

Stormy

I got some help with this from my girlfriend, @keeloves. Stormy was an orphan from Vallisto (Known as Callisto outside of the 4Kids dub) that was often overlooked and overshadowed by others because of how she was the only witch in the orphanage. Due to a stigma against witches, no one ever wanted to adopt her and would always choose a fairy child over her. This caused her to develop a horrible temper and an extreme hatred for fairies. She would play pranks to try to cover up her own insecurities but deep down was lonely and longed for friends and a family. She would often get punished for her outbursts of anger and her pranks on the fairies at the orphanage, particularly by being locked up in a really small room. She would get anxious and became claustrophobic. As her powers developed, they were often unstable due to her being very powerful and unable to control them a lot of the time, along with her temper making things worse. When she was thirteen she was punished for another prank but this time was locked in a closet, which caused her to absolutely freak out, due to her claustrophobia. She was having an anxiety attack and kept on shouting, pleading, and begging to be let out only to no avail. She finally snapped and unleashed a massive tornado with her signature pink lightning, which ended up destroying the orphanage, though everyone survived. She felt bad about it and tried to beg for forgiveness but was proclaimed as evil by everyone. She was kicked out of the orphanage and the authorities arrived to take her away. They told her she was going to be locked up where she wouldn't be able to use her magic again. She had a PTSD moment with how she was locked up in rooms before and refused to let them take her. She attacked and summoned her Psycho Clone to give her time to escape. She eventually met Icy and Darcy, whom didn't fear her and could relate to her. The three became friends, discovered that they were descended from the Ancestral Witches, and considered each other sisters.

Credit for the character bases goes to SelenaEde from DeviantArt.

#winx #winx club #the trix #icy #darcy #stormy #winx icy #winx darcy #winx stormy #icy winx #darcy winx #stormy winx #witch #witches #redesigns #redesign #dark witch #darkwitches #transformation #transformations #ice #snow #storms #thunder #lightning #illusion #illusions #darkness #magic #magical

[stormvanari]

imagine a tf2 and toh crossover...which magic track(s) would the tf2 mercs pick?? what do you think??

i’m down to see how the TF2 mercs can survive in a magical world since they have experienced Merasmus’ chaos in Scream Fortress, and at least many of the magic users on the Boiling Isles aren’t too chaotic like Merasmus himself.

right?

RIGHT?

Scout: Becomes a “LORD OF ALL (wild) MAGIC!!!” because fuck the Coven System all the way

-Gives the Emperor’s Coven a living hell by pranking and putting them in a marathon across the Boiling Isles to the point the Golden Guard, Lilith (before Young Blood, Old Souls), or a Coven Head is involved. But the Golden Guard serves as Scout’s main competition until Hollow Mind.

-Always lands in the Detention Track and Scout doesn’t even care! What kind of moron says using one magic is legal, yet doing all kinds of magic is illegal?!

Soldier: Abomination

-He surprisingly got into the EC and is currently a Captain. But Sol primarily specializes in Abomination magic the most because think of the army he would summon and yell commands Pokémon trainer-style

-Soldier wanted to take on all, yes ALL, of the Coven Heads at once cause he heard they are the “most powerful witches on the BI”

Pyro: Bard, Illusion, and Potions

-There are a few Coven Scouts that report feeling frightened by their encounter with this wild witch (and the Scouts even compared Pyro to Hooty but like. without the bad Mickey Mouse voice impression. just an almost silent “cryptid.”).

-Pyro doesn’t agree with the idea of using only one type of magic, even though they primarily specialize in three certain types of magic the most. The merc wants to have fun in this magical world, y’know?

Demoman: Potion

-Conjures magical potions of mass destruction

-Amplifies his scrumpies to boost his attacks, such as his Demoknight Charge ✨🍾✨

-Frequent visitor at Grimgrub’s Pub

-Is a member of Salty’s crew and Demo fought numerous sea beasts with his bare hands

Heavy: Construction

-They say his strength matches that of Mason’s, but those that share close connections with this merc say Heavy’s strength is greater than the Construction Coven Head’s.

-In fact, he was petitioned for that title but Heavy denied the offer and chose to focus on his family’s needs instead

Engineer: Abomination

-Engineer would eventually do Construction and Bard magic post-S3

-One of the EC’s main defense suppliers

-He’s inspired by Alador’s inventions

Medic: Healing (ofc)

-Well. Things are gonna look....splendid when Medic meets Hettie on one of his work days at a Healer House (this isn’t an official name for clinics during Belos’ reign btw)

-Archimedes becomes his palisman in this AU

Sniper: Beast-Keeping

-Some half-bird demon

-Works as a Demon Hunter (which is kinda ironic for Sniper’s species in this crossover AU, but least he got the job due to his sharpshooting skills)

Spy: Illusion (ofc)

-Was doing rebel work on his own, and sees Adrian Graye as an “embarrassment to illusionists everywhere” after Labyrinth Runners. Prior to the Hexside invasion, Spy originally saw Graye as a “close second to the deadliest illusionist I know,” due to the latter’s Coven Head status.

Although the two have not properly met each other, Spy would consider Gus as a “close second.” The merc still considers himself as the deadliest illusionist on the BI.

-On the other hand, Spy would commend Darius’ fashion sense. Those two would get along pretty well.

Speaking of which:

i did in fact made TF2 x TOH dubs before! ⬇️

#ask #although the dubs are primarily coven head focused cause i was hyperfixating on them during that time

[sacrificedbelicfs]

[ josephine langford | she/her ] Another face is seeking safety in New Orleans. Make sure to welcome MARNI LEWIS to the home of the resilient. Rumor has it that they are an 22 year old WITCH, who is one of the SURVIVORS but we’ll keep that a secret. They are said to be WILY, but that’s all a façade to cover up their UNDEVIATING nature. We’ve heard that they can be found listening to ANIMAL by PVRIS, which sums them up pretty well. Let’s hope that they can find a way to survive this harsh new world. 

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄:

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: margaret lewis (her full name is unknown to MOST bc she hates it) 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: marni 𝐀𝐆𝐄: twenty two 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: tbd. 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍: new orleans 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄: new orleans 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: tbd. 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓: chaotic neutral. 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓: tbd.

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂: WATERCOLORS, HEART SHAPED SUNGLASSES, BUBBLE BATHS, SOFT CURLS, FREEDOM IN THE OPEN ROAD, LANA DEL REY, LIVE FAST, DIE YOUNG.

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: n/a

𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘:

Marni was born into her coven, and to her, it is almost like they are servants of nature first, people second. It is the power on which they live, and it is their duty to see it remain in balance. She is proud of her heritage, her ancestors, all the ones who came before, who paved the way.

As the OEA rose to power, her coven sought to fight back, to separate themselves from the other supernatural beings. It wasn't ideal, and in Marni's mind, no one truly thought so. It was the way things had to be. They had to survive, and the OEA had to be stopped before they reached too great a power.

She craves freedom, and a world run by the OEA would never be free. It was that love of freedom that she brought to Jesse Kenner. The second she met him, she could see the burden he carried, and she wanted nothing more than to lift it from him. To give him a life that was his own, not his family's.

She never intended that her best friend would be a sacrifice, but it all got out of control. The loss of him, even though it was at her hand, broke her. She reasoned it in her head a million times: that he was better off, that he'd have granted her access to his power if she'd asked. In truth, she doesn't know why she didn't ask. She sacrificed him, and she grieved him.

She's a good manipulator, and maybe she's even fooled herself...

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍'𝐒: ⭒ In Levi, she's found a comfort, even knowing he'd likely hate her if he knew the best friend she always talks about losing was his own cousin, and the loss was her own doing ⭒ Magic is her greatest love, but she stays within its laws and bounds when she can. It's maybe the only set of rules she's willing to follow ⭒ Taking on Nathan Kenner as a sort of mentee, she is determined to teach him the skills needed to embrace his witch side over his wolf one ⭒ To her, the gala was proof that her coven had been on the right path, and she resents being told they were wrong when the other beings were willing to massacre to fight back. No hands are clean. ⭒ more tbd.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:

PARENTS: tbd. RELATIONSHIPS: jesse kenner (best friend), levi cadieux (friend...?), nathan kenner (mentee/padawan), more tbd. SIBLINGS: tbd. EXTENDED FAMILY: tbd. WANTED: tbd.

#exitium.intro #( about. ) #( pinned. ) #// okay this is a start. more to come...

[mdhwrites]

I’m surprised Belos wasn’t destroyed at the end of the first special, since he seemed to be presented as the first obstacle the group would need to deal with before going back to the BI. I guess they’re saving his death for the final special, and I don’t know what else they could do other than kill him- he’s visually non-human enough at this point that it would be acceptable on screen, they’ve explicitly shown he’s not redeemable, and him being imprisoned would be seen as just lame.

So this got me to talk about why S3 as a concept was doomed as a whole because it reveals that the second half was just kind of doomed. A return to the Isles was always going to be more adventure focused just like the second half of S3 for Amphibia was always going to be adventure focused. Amphibia had a truly monstrous world and a capricious, malevolent ruler with vast resources that could all challenge the protagonists. Half a season of that is easy to see how that's exciting.

Belos is ALL that TOH had. Honestly, I still hate that they struggle as much as they do with Kikimora because while it's a BIG Abomaton, it's still an abomaton effectively but with you just needing to knock out the driver. With the fact that Willow can just send one of those who knows how deep into the ground without effort, it's hard to feel intimidated by anything Kikimora does.

Now in theory, there's the coven heads, especially since after you remove Raine, Darius and Eberwolf, you have six of them. With Camila, the Hexide Squad is 6 members strong. That sets up for a very good possibility for each of them to fight a form of counterpart amongst the coven heads, either in personality or in magic.

…Except this literally can't happen because half the squad don't use only one magic, figuratively can't happen because Gus' fight can't have any tension without bullshit as he proved WITHOUT the coven head's artifact that he was already stronger IN A PANIC ATTACK and also narratively wouldn't make sense. Why would they be fighting? Sure, you can make literally all of the coven heads pure evil so they're fighting out of spite. That'd work for Terra and the illusion head but otherwise, they have no reason to go against the Hexide Squad or really anyone. In theory, they're just as screwed by the Collector's regime as anyone else is and the Collector has no interest in generals or armies. He wouldn't send them out to kill Luz and co.

The Isles themselves also aren't categorically dangerous enough to pose a threat. There is literally only ONE time where what Luz fights is a creature of the Isles and that's after she blew a hole in its fur in Adventure in the Elements. Otherwise, as Eda said, it would have left them alone most likely. This is the opposite of Amphibia where just sitting on a bench is liable to have a form of Roc or giant insect come and take you away.

As a note, the last Amphibia episode I watched was "After the Rain" and that episode is fascinating to me because of the push and pull of fantasy genre tropes, the world of Amphibia and the fact that some stakes and pains can never be trivialized for a good person. The fact that I've never heard it discussed blows my mind.

Anyways, getting back on track, this all presents a fundamental problem for the show. We're an adventure show that wants a big fantasy ending but we have no villains to fight. No monsters to beat. Not anything other than Belos. And having only one villain for three specials is a very rough place to be. After all, he has to be able to challenge the characters without killing them but if he's ever beat, the narrative tension is destroyed. This is part of why him being smashed by the Collector like he was actually made it hard to be interested in Belos because… Okay, once this kid is reformed, that's the win button. The Collector could literally just do "Rocks fall and everyone dies" after all because he feels like his powers are effectively unlimited.

And… I'm not getting into the finale because it's a whole other mess of structural and narrative problems and I'm trying to be respectful to those who care about spoilers, at least for a couple days.

What's hilarious to me though is that the second special didn't even try. They still brought back Kikimora despite Kikimora being even less of a threat and having less tension around her than Belos. It's part of why I'm baffled by the second special because while I haven't watched it, it sounds like it's mostly filler. Bare minimum, anything with Kikimora is where you just have to be sitting there going "WHY ARE WE FIGHTING THIS PERSON RIGHT NOW!? Don't we have more important shit to do?"

It's a mess and it's entirely TOH's own fault. What if instead of using Them's the Breaks Kid to make sure EVERYONE knew Raeda were a pair of soulmates, two clones of each other, we had spent literally any time with a right hand of Belos that wasn't Hunter. Or any of the Coven Heads to try and establish their villainous cred and why they may decide to fight the Hexide Squad once they get back? Or if Belos was already going "This bitch is a fuckup and a liar", have a coven head there for Eclipse Lake that Amity pisses off in the process of things instead of Kikimora who loses her credibility that very episode by how unhinged she is with minimal intervention by the heroes?

Just… Anything. But the show very rarely actually cares about its adventure elements, it's much more of a fantasy drama just like Amphibia is mostly a fantasy slice of life. Having life or death stakes in a fantasy setting, or the odd fight, frankly doesn't make it an adventure show… But I don't think TOH was ever willing to commit to that. To commit to climactic talk that resonated with the themes of the show instead of a high octane, big threat climax. If you have magic, you gotta do something with it, right?

Well… I mean, how much have you done with the magic? Anne's powers, introduced so late, are more connected to her character, the plot and has more interesting limitations/risks than Luz's magic literally ever did. Literally. It never played into her arc, her character, the plot… It was just there so she could be a witch and have magic so that the writers didn't have to think about what to have her do in a given fight scene that limitations would have forced upon them.

It's a part of the split identity problem. If you've not spent any time on your adventure elements and magic, when those elements need to come to the forefront, they're going to come up short. You're not going to have villains to call back to. You're not going to have interesting mechanics to your fight scenes. You're not going to have built up properly any last minute power ups.

And the fact that everyone was just ready for Belos to die is indicative of that. Some because he's a bastard, yes. Others like me? I was just done with him being around because I'd stopped feeling tension about him or thinking he was some master manipulator so him dying is more a frustrated "Finally" instead of a cry of triumph.

And while there is a place for that in shows, usually you still want villains people are enjoying on screen at the same time. And TOH just didn't have those.

#Belos #The Owl House Criticism

[sassylovermongerbear]

Watching and Dreaming Spoilers

If you don't give a shit just scroll, I don't mind, but I really just need to vent cause I don't know anyone that watch toh and I need to vent somewhere. It defenetly going to be a mess to read.

I literally just finished watching the last episode and I've been crying the entire time. This show is just so amazing.

I love how Rain was so much stronger than what people give them credit for. Like they were a coven head and sure most of the time they're dorky and cute but they're also so powerful. They literally resist against Belos' control and got him out of their body AND SURVIVE (Flapjack could never... I'M SORRY FOR THAT IT WAS TOO TEMPTING).

Also I'm so glad I was right about the person we see in the world in between, in the 2nd episode, being King's dad. A'd the little worm thingy looking like Hooty hot me lol. Imagine it's someone from Hooty's family.

The collector was so cute and innocent like poor kid just wanted a friend! And the fact that he didn't know that people could DIE because of his games!!!!

Which bring me to Luz's "death". YOU CAN'T SCARE PEOPLE LIKE THAT!!! AND THEN, BECAUSE APPARENTLY THAT WAS NOT TRAUMATIZING ENOUGH, THEY HAVE THE AUDACITY TO MAKE DOLL CAMILLA CRY!???? LIKE SHE FUCKING KNEW HER DAUGHTER WAS GONE EVEN IN THAT STATE!!!!! IN WHAT WORLD DOES THAT SOUND LIKE A GOOD IDEA IN A KID SHOW????

Also Luz look when she came back was ICONIC. Girl looked so good, I wish Amity had the time to see it. She would've gone into full gay panic lol.

I'm sad we didn't get an Hunlow kiss too, but we got Willow's dads kiss and that was cute.

Can we talk for a second about the tattoos at the end??? THE FUCKING FLAPJACK TATTOOS THEY ALL HAVE??? I CRIED SO FUCKING HARD WHAMEN I SAW THEM 😭😭😭

And Hunter making palisement is just so perfect for him. While Eda became the thing she despite the most as a child, an authority figure in the education system lol.

And they all look so fucking good too!!!!

I can't believe that it's really over. The all thing was so good. From the very first episode to the last one, it was amazing. I just really don't want it to be the end.

If you read that far, sorry for the rambling lol. There is probably more to say that I forgot but now I just feel so empty. Like what am I suppose to do now? I know it's not the end of the world and there will be plenty of great show I can watch but it was so good and it's the end. We're never going to see them again. Sure there's always fanfics and fanarts but it not the same. I just wish it had lasted longer...

#toh lumity #toh amity #toh gus #toh willow #toh hooty #toh season three #toh finale #toh eda #toh king #toh hunter #toh luz #Toh #toh lilith #toh darius #toh raine #toh collector #toh camila #toh steve