#she’s got a heart of gold and a great personality to match | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

evenmorefatallyobsessed · 3 months

Text

Toga’s AU Concept

He visited Sanctum on a whim, he was in Mistral visiting his niece Saphron after all, why not visit the school that was training it’s future protectors… Was it truly chance that it happened when he got there at that moment. That he stumbled upon the horrified students backing away from a scene from a horror movie.

A girl over a boy, her skin pale, hair a dull gold but utterly contrast by the crimson of the boy beneath her, of his blood leaking, his eyes wide in equal parts horror and confusion as the girl above him drank deeply. Her aura lighting, brightening with every drop more she drunk.

But from her eyes another purely liquid dripped, tears that contradicted the madness in her eyes, others stood confused. But not him, never him, he didn’t hesitate, to hesitate was the let others suffer. The girl moved with surprising grace, avoiding him while her features altered, matching her victim’s.

His hand reached out as he enforced his soul into him, willing thew boy’s body to mend though his soul’s light. The second he saw the student’s face gain some of it’s blush ensured his life her turned on her and launched after the girl.

She’d been smart to run instead of fight, it was a fight she wouldn’t win, couldn’t win, but escaping was just a futile. She was fast, agile and athletic yes, but he was a skilled tracker. If she was faster, he just had to rely on endurance to carry him through.

And it did…

She’d been locked up, and they were debating her sentence, the sentence for an aura user with combat training, she was a threat. And perhaps he should’ve left it well enough alone, but he didn’t, and spoke to her.

And he realized the tragic madness that spurred her on. Toga Himiko was not a monster, she was a girl, gifted with a powerful Semblance, great potential and an honest easily corruptible heart. One’s semblance could influence a persons personality quite easily. After all, it was the manifest of your being, of your soul. How could you not begin to ponder its meaning, how could you not attempt to reflect it’s nature on your person, within your actions.

She was dangerous yes, unstable without a doubt… But, she was also alone, her family couldn’t understand her and feared her for it. Somewhere inside he knew she understood her sense of love was twisted. Was not the norm, after all, why else would she have cried when expressing it.

This was no monster, no villain of demon, she was a girl, a pitiful, lonely, misunderstood child who wanted nothing more then to express her love the only way she could. They way her very soul demanded she act out. All she wanted was a connection, was someone to understand her, was to have friends, family and a love that could accept her deviant nature, a nature she had no control of.

How could he call himself a Huntsman if he couldn’t save a single girl from her crippling, cruel loneliness. So he visited her, again and again, using his pull and connection with Ozpin to freeze the freeze the girl’s sentencing while he worked things out.

She started to look forward to meeting him, and he’d admit to the same, after all she was so cheerful and oddly endearing. If not for her eyes being amber instead of blue he’d had thought her one of his nieces.

Apparently after he started visiting regularly she ceased any resisting and even halted trying to escape, he started to bring her things, even cooking for the girl. Not helping but to feel she needed food a bit better then what they served here.

… He hadn’t expected her to cry, she, she couldn’t remember then last time her mom had made her food… The last time they treated her like a daughter instead of a Grimm. It angered him, it infuriated the Arc. But he held his tongue, and focused on what mattered.

On calling in favors, on talking to his family and getting his affairs in order, Jaune was many things, he was a Huntsman, next in line to be patriarch to the Arc House and a teacher at Beacon. But he was also a criminal who’d cheated his way into Beacon once upon a time. His hands had cut down men, his decisions as a leader had led to the death of innocents before as well.

Toga almost killed a boy, she needed help, needed understanding, to be given a chance. And he was all to willing to risk giving her one.

-0-0-0-

She tried to be normal, to live normally, to act normally, to love normally, she tried so hard, it was also such a struggle, other people’s normal. Other people being able to express themselves, to be themselves and be accepted for it. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t right, why couldn’t her way be normal… Why couldn’t she be accepted?

Why couldn’t her parents understand her, accept her, but no, they told her it was wrong, that to be so fascinated by blood was wrong, sick and twisted. That she needed to be normal… Were they saying her soul was wrong? She could feel it, ever since her semblance first manifested, since she stumbled upon it so long ago when she’d licked her wound…

Blood was to the body what aura was to the soul, it was beautiful, profound and unique to every person, and she, she could understand it, could indulge, could become others through their blood, she could understand them, be them… It was her normal.

But her parents refused to accept her normal, society refused it, the world and everyone in it refused it… She obeyed, she tried, she struggled to be everyone else’s normal… Until she met him.

Saito was a amazing boy, he was kind, smart and popular, everyone liked him, everyone respected him, just like a lot of other girls she grew to like him. So often she fought the urge to ask him for some of his blood, she wanted to be like him, to know him, to Become him…

But she smothered those urges, because she knew he could not accept them, nobody could accept a freak like her so she resisted the urge. She fought to stay ‘Normal’ To be a average, cheerful, reasonable, well-mannered girl that others could accept, even if it was all a act…

But then Saito got into a fight, and seeing him like that… so wonderfully bruised and bloodied, it made what was so twisted inside go crazy. And it all came crashing down… And she was upon him, moving on not instinct but pure natural movement, as unconsciously as one breathed she gave to her semblance’s nature.

His flesh parting so easily from a mere box cutter, his aura was shattered in the fight with other beforehand. She drunk from him, his blood tasting like the sweetest of irons, so warm, so filling, so unique to him and him alone…

It was ecstasy, finally, finally she got to be herself, she was able to express her love, she felt herself turning into him. His aura, his soul, his being, she understood it so much more in that moment. She knew it was all over, her life, all her efforts, they would come crashing down. But for just a moment, she wanted it, to be her own normal, to be herself…

And then he appeared, he saved Saito, and stopped her, his gaze held so much in it, there was the anger and disgust she expected, but also something new… Pity.

His name was Jaune Arc, he was a Huntsman, a professor, and he stopped her, but he didn’t stop there. He should up to met her in her jail cell, they talked, well, he talked, asking why she did it. And eventually she explained… And, and he listened.

He didn’t understand, but… But he tried to, he asked more, and she could see it, the disgust this anger and confusion, but never was that all she saw. She could see him trying, struggling to comprehend. Time and time again he’d visit, and talk to her, ask her question she’d never considered, asked if she thought what she did was okay.

She knew it wasn’t you can’t force your love on others, but he understood, not because it was normal to him, or because he was like her. No, because he tried to do what nobody else did… He tried to understand her.

He wanted to help her, and then he asked.

“Toga, I need to hear you say it, where you trying to kill Saito?” She knew he needed to hear her say it, so she did.

“No, I just, I wanted to express my love…” And then he told her.

“Toga, you’re not normal, but that’s okay, everyone is different, it’s what makes us unique, what makes life beautiful.” He hugged her.

“You’re not a monster, or a Grimm, your human, and you’ve been through so much.” He was warm… The words slipped from her mouth.

“Please, can I, can I drink your blood.” He paused and she knew she’d be rejected, pushed away and left alone…

“Toga, listen.” But she wasn’t rejected, pushed away, instead the man met her gaze, a sternness in his gaze but also a sympathy, one she’d never seen before.

“You don’t behave like others, and it can be dangerous.” She knew that, of course she did.

“But it doesn’t have to be.” He begun to glow, a soft, kind but powerful white.

“I know, you can help people, more than even I can with your semblance.” His big, calloused hand landed on her head.

“The same way you can take other’s blood, if you gave your love back, you could help so many people.” She shook, she’d thought that too, but, but never hoped others would, would.

“You’re not a monster, twisted or evil Toga, your just different, your semblance, your soul, your beautiful.” It was the smile of a father, of someone who genuinely wanted nothing more than to help her, then to comfort the girl who’d spent her entire if not short life being rejected by others.

“Himiko, I can’t just let you free, unfortunately the law is very clear on that.” She saw the sadness, the anger in his eyes, it was for her sake. But soon enough they were both overtaken by what she would come to know was his most prominent trait, Determination.

“If you agree to it, to come to Vale you can be put on Probation, under my supervision. I’’ be your guardian and probationary officer.” She knew her parents must’ve given up their rights to her by the slight anger that burned in his eyes.

“We’ll attend therapy lessons and you’ll be taught about aura control by me.” He reached into his pocket and pulled it out then, a vial, the most beautiful shade of red.

“Toga, I know the way you view things are different then mine own, but that doesn’t mean you can’t understand me, you lived in this world, acted appropriately for it as well. You understand how the general public views love.” He offered her the vial, the beautiful crimson flowing with his aura, with his soul.

“I can’t promise others will accept your views, or even try, but I promise, at the very least I will do everything I can to make a environment you can be yourself in… And that I’ll try my best to understand you.” She reached, her fingers grazing the glass, the vial warm… Her heart pounded as she looked to the beautiful crimson.

Slowly, cautiously she undid the top, he never looked away from her, never tore his gaze from the sight, there was no rejection as she took him into her. As she felt his soul through his aura, as his being and iron went down her throat becoming one with her.

She felt herself change, becoming him, her pale ash-blonde hair becoming a shade of livid golden-wheat, her fair skin pinking with a healthy flush. The slits of her pupils dilating, the Faunus trait vanishing as her pupils rounded and turned the most expressive blue.

Her aura converting, her soul changing and being replicating that as her very body matched the new soul she was temporarily hosting. And he looked at her through it all, reaching out and patting her head, the smile was genuine.

“If this is how you want to be that’s fine, I’ll learn to get used to it, but please, don’t stop being yourself, even if your appearance changes.” From his hand aura surged into her, his aura, given freely, pure and unfiltered.

Her answer finally came alongside the tears.

“Yes.”

-0-0-0-

She rushed down the hall from her room, excited for the day she’d looked forward to for so long, she couldn’t wait. Reaching the kitchen she found three people there, her sister and brother, Ren and Nora, two others he’d taken under his wing.

At the stove flipping the immense amount of pancakes the Valkyrie craved was Jaune, they waved to her, well Jaune and Nora did. Ren sat patiently at his seat enjoying his tea, she sat there beside them, besides two people who knew her, truly knew her, who accepted her almost as much as Jaune.

Two simple years was all she spent with him, but in those two years she’d felt more joy, more acceptance then ever before. She’d realized truths about herself and flaws in her actions.

She was free to express her love, but not to enforce it on others, to take from people who did not want to return her affections. It was wrong, cruel and that act whether it be her form of expressing love or ordinary expression of it by others were no less disgusting.

She’d help so many people with her feelings though, a little blood and she’d given so much back in turn, to children who needed it, to people with unique cases and blood types meant nothing to her semblance with regular people. She couldn’t help but want to help, even if Jaune worried, she loved him for that… She loved him, loved him more then others. More then anyone else.

But it wasn’t the same type of love she always felt, always knew, no, this was different, she wanted to both love him and be loved by him. To be loved as Toga Himiko, by Jaune, she didn’t want him to conform to her standard of love.

It wouldn’t be fair, it’d be like who she was forced to follow the standard society before she met him, she wanted to love Jaune as herself but also as him whenever the fancy struck her. But she also wanted to love him as Ren did, as Nora did, as so many of his students did…

And soon, she would be able to, today would be the start of it, a plated landed in front of her then, and looking up she met his smile.

“Are you ready Toga, your three will be trying out for Beacon today after all. So you all need to eat up.” He served her her breakfast, more than Ren’s but nothing near the mountain of pancakes he placed before her eccentric sister. But then again the pile her put before himself was barely any smaller. He needed it after all, because he regularly gave her blood, regularly accepted her form of expressing it and indulged that aspect of her.

She loved him for it, wanted to love him even more, even deeper, more intimately then any other, and once she passed Initiation she would. She only hoped that when she did succeed, her partner would be as understanding as her.

Maybe even being able to understand her love, Or Better Yet! Maybe They’ll Love Jaune As Much As She Does! Oh ‘Giggle’ she meant Professor Arc.

#toga himiko #jaune arc #prof. arc #au concept

186 notes · View notes

a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual · 9 months

Text

Long list of Nimona headcanons cause I didn't post yesterday

I feel like Nimona doesn’t really have great control of her shifting/strength when she’s experiencing really intense emotions

When she’s angry or frustrated she tends to get bigger

Sometimes it’s her whole body sometimes it’s just her arms

She has a bad habit of breaking things on accident when she’s upset

When they’re sad or hurt they’ll get smaller

One time Nimona and Bal got into a really intense argument and Bal said something he didn’t mean and they shrunk like 5 inches and he knew he fucked up instantly

When he gets happy or excited is when his shifting really goes haywire

Sometimes when he’s really happy with someone he’ll subconsciously take on some of their characteristics

Ambrosius complimented him one time and Nimona had his dimples for the rest of the day

Bal fixed her headphones and she took on his laugh for two days

At first it kind of unsettled them but they understood that it was just another way of her showing love so they got used to seeing their freckles on her face and hearing their laughs from her

Bal needs glasses and contacts most of the time but he never uses them

He says glasses are a pain and he’s terrified of anything and everything near his eyes

Ambrosius needs to do it for him because it’s easier for some reason

He also has a bad habit of misplacing his glasses and recruits Nimona and Ambrosius to help him look for them the second they're supposed to leave

Half the time they give up on looking for them and he relies on Ambrosius to help him read things

He loves that man to death but if he has to read one more menu out loud he’s gonna lose it

There have also been close calls where people tried to start a fight cause they thought Bal was glaring at them

In reality he was just trying to read the sign next to them

No one should let this man drive he’s a terror to society when he’s behind the wheel

He always insists that he doesn’t need his glasses to drive

Nimona offers to drive but no one lets them because the last time they were behind the wheel they aimed for a group of people yelling “That’s at least 50 points”

Ambrosius is the most responsible driver but as I said in this post that man can’t find his way out of a paper bag

So his directions are always on and Bal always complains that he could find a faster way in his sleep

Ambrosius turns to him and says “Love you couldn’t find your hand in front of your face”

And Bal shoved him so hard he almost crashed the carriage and his passenger privileges were revoked for a week

Both Bal and Nimona have resting bitch faces

A lot of people think Bal is this mean horrible stuck-up person

And then they talk to him for more than five seconds and realize he’s got a heart of gold and big puppy dog eyes to match

A lot of people see Nimona’s resting bitch face and get a little scared but they also have this thought of “but she’s just a teenager with a squishy little face how bad could she be”

And then they realize they’re talking to a chaos gremlin and the resting bitch face was there to protect them

Ambrosius has been trained not to frown in public

This man puts Disney Employees to shame with his bright smile and his energetic personality

But the literal second he’s home that mask drops

Bal and Ambrosius are so used to this routine that they aren’t even fazed anymore

But Nimona always pretends like they’re cutting the string over Ambrosius' head whenever the door closes

It’s almost comical to see because the second they do it his face drops and his shoulders droop and his once energetic voice is a monotone mumble

He’s not always like this tho being in the public eye just drains the life out of him

But when he gets to stay home with people who love and care about him he could put the damn energizer bunny out of business

#nimona 2023 #nimona movie #nimona headcanon #nimona #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #goldenheart #Ambrosius is Bal's little seeing eye human #I have a little headcanon that Nimona cant read #cause no one taught her #and even if she could read she wouldn't help Bal #she already helped him look for the stupid glasses #that's enough kindness for one day #sorry I didn't post #my wifi was down again

242 notes · View notes

letsgetrowdy43 · 3 months

Text

From Eden (Rowan’s Version)—

Quinn Hughes x Honey Hughes

I tried a new style of writing, it's a bit more creative writing than normal so tell me if you like it!!

Ro's 1000 follower celly

Au Masterlist!!

"Babe, there's something tragic about you, something so magic about you. Don't you agree? Babe, there's something lonesome about you, something so wholesome about you. Get closer to me?"

Quinn’s draft day had been nerve-racking up until the moment his name was called, relief filling his lungs as the Canuck’s general manager called his name.

Seventh overall, it was a great day to be Quinn Hughes.

As their gazes collided, he was abruptly enveloped in his mother's arms. Yet, the impression of Honey's stare lingered in the back of his mind.

Something about this moment mixed with the way his best friend stared at him with such pride and love had him foggy-brained as he hugged Luke and then Jack quickly.

He made his way through his family members, thanking them and hugging them for everything before he found himself placed in front of her. She stood so prettily in a blue long-sleeve dress that matched his tie, something that Ellen had orchestrated to make their day more special.

A soft blush adorned her cheeks as she chewed on the inside of her plump lips, uncertainty filled her as she searched for the perfect words but was met with a silent cry of happiness as he pulled her into his chest. It was the perfect moment in his eyes. Every important person in his life at his side and the girl he loved most whispered short affirmations of her pride in him into his ear.

In the tender hug that followed, a sigh of pure contentment escaped her lips as his face found comfort nestled in the crook of her neck. "I'm so proud of you, Q," she whispered. Quinn, overwhelmed by the weight of unspoken feelings, could only manage a subtle nod, his voice lost to the emotions building up within him.

Instead, he expressed his gratitude with a kiss pressed against her blushing cheek before slipping his jacket from his shoulders and gently draping it across hers—a silent testament to the warmth that existed not only in fabric but in the shared moments of vulnerability and pride.

Jack looked at her knowingly as she fixed the jacket that sat on her shoulders, his arm wrapping around her shoulder as they along with the rest of the Hughes family and friends watched the oldest walking up to the stage to shake hands with the members of the organization.

Loud cheers erupted through the arena as he slipped the blue and green jersey over his head and onto his frame. A smile found its place on his face as he looked to the photographer in front of him taking his photo before exiting the stage. But not before looking back at the crowd, finding his family, and giving his best friend a little wave before heading toward the media booths.

★★★★

"No tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony. No 'who cares', no vacant stares, no time for me."

Honey ran her fingers through her tangled wet hair, the salt water causing the ends to curl. In the radiant embrace of summer, Honey blossomed into a picture of beauty. Quinn thought she was the most beautiful thing to walk this earth.

His heart stammered in his chest as her fingers stopped playing with her hair and moved to his, her fingers fixing the mess of damp hair that sat atop his head. Breath got caught in his throat as her fingers stopped playing with his hair and moved down to fix the dainty gold chain that hung from his neck, a draft gift from Honey's family, that he had yet to take off since she put it on him in late June.

It was now August, meaning that decisions were being made, and Quinn was being pressed into either returning back for his sophomore year at Michigan or moving across the continent to British Columbia to fulfil his dreams.

Quinn found himself standing at a crossroads, where the lines of destiny branched into two possibilities. One path beckoned him toward the path of his future, whispering promises of a professional athletic career. The other held the allure of youth, freedom, and the silent melody of unspoken confessions that he had yet to complete.

Summer's gentle touch adorned her, the radiance of her smile, lingered for mere seconds before a frown wove its way onto her expression. "Have you made a decision yet, about school?" she whispered, the words carrying both curiosity and an awareness of the timing.

She understood that the weight of such a decision wasn't something he wished to face at this moment, yet the curiosity that danced in her eyes revealed the undeniable urge to be in the know.

"I think I'm gonna wait another year, they said it was up to me, and I just think another year would be better for me," he watched as she tried to contain the excitement that was clearly written on her face. "Makes sense," she said in a sad attempt at being straight-faced, which he immediately read through as her grin got the best of her.

"Not that I don't want you to go fulfill your dreams, but I want you by my side for at least one more year, I'm selfish," she said repositioning herself so her head could rest against his shoulder, "I don't know what I would do without you Q" "You'll be just fine Hun, I'm never really gone, just a quick call away," he smiled as she moved momentarily to press a kiss to his sunburnt shoulder.

The awareness stayed in the space between them– Quinn would always be a simple phone call away from a decision that could alter the course of their lives. The potential of the forthcoming adult world loomed, yet there remained a precious promise of one more year. One more year to soak up the unbreakable bond that made them inseparable.

Honey and Quinn adopted a silent vow to make this final year, their sophomore year, an era of memories

★★★★

"Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago, idealism sits in prison, and chivalry fell on its sword. Innocence died screaming, Honey, ask me I should know. I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door"

In the warmth of his dorm room, Quinn found himself mesmerized by the allure of Honey's kisses. Since the moment their lips first connected, an insatiable hunger had taken residence within him, fueled by her intoxicating adoration.

"I think I'm in love with you," he confessed, the words a tender murmur as Honey laid her head against his bare chest. Soft breaths escaped her lips, creating a gentle rhythm with the beat of their hearts. In the quiet intimacy of their entangled limbs and sheets, she smiled against his skin, a silent acknowledgment of the emotions that words could only begin to express.

Her fingers traced circles on his skin, and she sat up, her gaze meeting his with a soft intensity. "I know I'm in love with you," she declared, her words carrying the weight of certainty, she leaned in to press a less gentle, more passionate kiss to his chapped lips.

★★★★

"Babe, there's something wretched about this, something so precious about this. Where to begin? Babe, there's something broken about this, but I might be hoping about this. Oh, what a sin"

There was something so tragic about being in love with someone who lived so far away.

The ache of longing manifested in her final kiss, a sweet torment as tears welled in her eyes. She desired relief in his arms, her face buried in the curve of his neck as she mumbled about calling whenever he felt. "I swear Quinn, you call whenever you need to talk, even if you think it's something dumb wanna hear about it all," she mumbled as he smiled into the crown of her head. "Thank you, Hun," and with that her fingers gripped the soft cotton of his sweater, and his hands traced comforting patterns across her shoulder blade, a silent reassurance echoing through the tender touch, as they swayed back and forth.

With a heartfelt whisper, words of her adoration for him were followed by sad murmurs about how she would miss him. As he pulled away, the lingering warmth of his lips on her cheek, oblivious to his brothers' groans, left an unforgettable mark. "Thank you for everything Hun," he smiled a genuine expression of love on his face.

With one last squeeze, he began to make his rounds of goodbyes to his family, leaving Honey with a promise. "Go have a good rest of the semester, I'll see you in a few weeks, and then we have all summer together," he affirmed.

As he hugged his little brothers, Honey stood, both anchored and adrift, in the thought of their shared moments, eagerly awaiting the summer.

★★★★

"To the strand a picnic plan for you and me, a rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree"

"Date night?" Quinn nodded to his brother as he stole a quilt from the hall closet and draped it over his arm, "You're so in love, it's unbecoming," the comment earned Jack a glare as Quinn shoved the blanket into a bag. "That's a really big word for you J," he poked back which gained a laugh from Jack. "I'm just saying, you are fulfilling your dreams and you get the girl, it sounds like it's gonna be your year," Jack teased, savouring the chance to poke fun at his older brother, but instead of pressing any more he left to go and bother Luke instead.

As Jack retreated, Quinn stood there, quilt in hand, fully aware that this was in fact his year.

Honey got his car, the engine humming with potential, a cooler bag of dinner nestled by her feet, as she leaned over the center console, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Where are we going?" "I don't know," Quinn admitted honestly, his eyes reflecting the spontaneity of the evening, "we could go to the park, or that little clearing outside of town."

His gaze lingered on the girl beside him, her hair woven into loose braids and the bridge of her nose adorned with freckles and a hint of sunburn.

The words "outside of town" escaped her lips like a secret shared between the couple, "It's more private," Honey's whisper hung in the air. Leaning in, she sealed the idea with a passionate kiss, leaving Quinn momentarily breathless.

Quinn, hand now on the wheel, felt a combination of excitement and dizziness. His other hand found its way to her thigh as they set forth on the road to the outskirts of Plymouth.

It was Quinn's year, and he was sooo in love.

★★★★

"Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago. Idealism sits in prison, and chivalry fell on its sword. Innocence died screaming, Honey, ask me I should know. I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door"

In the quiet embrace of nostalgia, Quinn found himself lost in his old Instagram posts, scrolling through the old captured memories that he hadn't looked through in years. The images that appeared on the screen told tales of life, their life together. Each photo was a snapshot of a chapter he had lived alongside her and were the moments that had sculpted him into the person he would become today.

With baby Maeve cradled in his arms, a symbol of the present and the future, Quinn's heart warmed at the stark contrast between then and now. Fifteen years had woven into a prosperous life of experiences, and as he looked up from his phone, he saw the picture-perfect scene unfolding before him. His wife, snug on the couch, sharing a bowl of popcorn and M&M's with their other two children as they watched old Disney movies

In this snapshot of domestic bliss, Quinn realized just how full of love his life had been. Quinn's heart swelled with an appreciation for the present— Honey and their babies were his everything, and in that quiet living room, surrounded by their shared history, Quinn cherished the beauty of his life.

#thelittlesthughesau!!#⭐️ro's1000followercelly⭐️#quinn hughes #dad!quinn hughes #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes fluff #quinn hughes fic

98 notes · View notes

sleepyorchidmonster · 3 months

Text

Once upon a time, NRC's Board Game Club decided to organize a chess competition. Thanks to Azul's marketing genius, the event became really popular, with plenty of students from outside the club participating.

However, due to an accident (Floyd was bored and Grim annoyed him, everything is now on fire), most of the club's chess sets were destroyed. To solve the problem, contestants were encouraged to bring one of their personal sets.

This idea made for an ecletic set up, especially since most students are crazy rich. Idia brought the set Leona gave him for his birthday, Malleus found an old heirloom from Briar Valley, Kalim isn't even a competitor, but he still got a set made of solid gold and encrusted with precious gems from the Scarabia storage room, and so on... (Cater took a bunch of pictures of all the different styles).

In an effort to make up for Grim's mishap, Adeuce also decided to help, remembering that Heartslabyul has a room filled with different games that students often used.

There were dozens of chess sets, but they just HAD to choose the pretty one atop of a pedestal, with a sign saying "NO!!" in bold letters (in their defense, Heartslabyul is nonsensical, also they were in a competition with Sebek and that was the best set).

A few days later, right before the event, the game club students began to organize the space for the matches.

Only for the Heartslabyul set to come to life and start fighting people, that is...

Apparently, the Queen of Hearts left a small contingent of her best soldiers to protect the school, just in case. Hidden as a deck of cards and a chess set, those soldiers can be summoned by simply opening their cases/boxes, though they shall only answer to the Heartslabyul housewarden.

She also forgot to tell anyone else about the plan, trusting that a single rule of "When in trouble, get the chess set or the playing cards" would suffice.

So now we have a bunch of gigantic marble statues wandering around campus, looking for hostile forces or their leader...

After a few fights, a statue crashing a dormhead meeting and kidnapping Riddle, and plenty of discussion, the students FINALLY manage to calm the statued down, explaining how it was all a misunderstanding.

All's well that ends well, but now the chess pieces want to watch the actuall chess matches.... something about wanting to know the prowess of great warriors and future leaders...

And that is how we get an chess event in twst, with a few extra cards and special outfits, since this just became a formal event, what with the piqued interest of a bunch of ancient royal guards.

The main event cards would be Leona, Idia, Azul, Malleus, Lillia and Jamil, since they're the actual contestants for the competition, while Riddle also gets an SSR, since he is supervising the gigantic chess soldiers, in a role similar to the Queen of Hearts.

Since the statues insisted on participating in the competition's finale, the last match is held in the school's Coliseum, with a cute twstune to wrap things up.

Then the victor gets crowned and the chess pieces leave.

#the chaos actually helped. since malleus would've missed the date of the competition...#the soldiers remember lillia #the card outfits were designed by Crewel #the chess soldiers thought this could be a diplomatic event to strenghten ties between nations. also they were bored #the “riddle kidnapping incident” wasn't even a kidnapping #the statue took like four steps before getting collared by Riddle and attacked by the other dormheads #adeuce had to act as referees as punishment #twst #riddle rosehearts #leona kigscholar #idia shroud #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #kalim al asim #malleus draconia #lillia vanrouge #jamil viper #after that whole mess is over the students made the executive decision to revise all the queen's rules #just to check if there are any other surprises #deuce spade #ace trappola #cater diamond #sebek zigvolt

59 notes · View notes

queenofpurgatoryx · 1 month

Note

For Aslaz headcanons: after they start kinda dating Asi starts borrowing jewelry and pieces of clothing from Alaz which makes him unreasonably happy because it's as if he's always touching her and also demonstrates to everyone around that she's his (not in the ownership sense but in a "Asi excepted Alaz" sense)

i think i will use my other account @queenofpurgatoryq for aslaz writing so hmu there and give me head canons or requests

He was feeling cold all of a sudden, empty.

Alaz Soysalan was no stranger to waking up next to someone else inside his bed, yet, it was a strange feeling to wake up with someone who he still longed to touch after a night spent together.

He moved his hand a little, the other side of the bed was still warm but he was alone. His bare chest was feeling chilly because he had gone to sleep with an arm drapped over his chest, her curly hair shielding him away from the cold. With her absence, his left side ached with the loss of warmth.

Once he heard gentle foot steps on the wooden floor he opened his eyes, squinting at the brightness of the morning sun.

He watched as Asi moved in his room like a feather. She was tip-toeing around not to wake him up as she eyed his room. Alaz couldn't help but smile a little. Her feet were bare, she was only wearing an over sized white shirt of his that barely covered her tighs. She looked like an organic part of his room and his heart swelled with a strange feeling of possesiveness.

He moved a little to sit up, enjoying the quiet as Asi watched herself in the mirror, checking a spot right under her ear lobe where her neck met her shoulder. He had done that last night, even in the heat of the moment where all he could think was to devaour Asi, Alaz was aware that he was going to leave a bruise with his kiss.

Alaz was not a horny teenager anymore and he knew how to not leave a mark but he was not the most logical person when Asi was on his lap, half naked and out of breath. A part of him wanted to leave a mark to show himself that they were real, what ever they had was real and if he did not fuck it up like he usually does, he could have it for a while.

Asi did not look upset about it, she gently touched her finger tips against the mark, Alaz could swear he saw her lips curling upwards ever so slightly.

His chest ached again and this time the fire he was feeling was something less innocent and more primal.

All of a sudden Asi caught his gaze through the mirror, her eyes widened as she turned around to face him. She was leaning against the dresser, she was obviously blushing which made Alaz grin.

"Why are you watching me like a creep?"

"Good morning to you too, my love. You are full of romance and sweet-nothings as usual." Alaz sat up and his gold chain dangled on his bare chest.

A few months ago a sarcastic comment like this would've earned him a frown if he was lucky (it could even lead up to a fist fght under certain circumtances) now it made her chuckle and roll her eyes.

"Were you expecting breakfast in your bed?" She hummed. "Mr. Soysalan, thank you for gracing me with your presence" she held the end of the shirt as if it was a dress and bowed down a little. "You better get used to things the way they are now."

Alaz shook his head a little as he got up from the bed, grabbing some sweatpants that were thrown on to the floor. "Oh, I intend to get used to it." As he got dressed from the waist down, he could feel her gaze on his movements. She was still smiling but when he looked up he could see that she was staring at his chest. This woman was going to kill him with the way she was making him feel.

"I also think I want to get used to seeing you in my shirt, it is a great look."

Asi awarted her gaze and blushed. She crossed her legs a little to cover herself but the view was still breath taking and Alaz could feel a matching blush creeping down from his neck to chest. "Take my shirts, jewlry whatever you want. As long as people know you are mine." He said slowly as Asi raised a brow. He knew this would not sit well with her but he wanted to push just a little. She was looking so cozy, she was looking like she belomg to his room, his space. It was intoxicating feeling. "You even smell like me, you're driving me crazy Asi."

She didn't object when he crossed the distance between them and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek.He moved her head to the side with a gentle hold on her chin, taking in her sent mixing with his cologne, his shampoo, and almost lost control as he gently kissed the hickey he gave a night ago. "Or I could give you more hickeys, since you were admiring it so much."

Asi finally snapped as he knew she would, pushing him away from herself, not so gently. "You are such an idiot," she muttered. She crossed her arms over her chest but Alaz could see she was red up to the tip of her ears and was breathing a little heavier for someone who was standing still. "Are you also going to pee on me to mark your territory? You are a barbarian, all that luxury and high end life and you're still an ape."

Alaz couldn't hold his giggle, he loved when Asi was mad, which only made her huff. She tried to move away from him but he gently caugh her by the wrist. "Calm down Asi Kız, its not an alpha male thing, I promise."

"What is it then, Alaz? Enlighten me," she challened him but did not pull away from his touch.

"I know you are mine just as I'm yours. I don't need to prove anything," he said honestly. Although he would've enjoyed annoying Cesur and Yaman with mischief, he was secure in his feelings perhaps the first time in his life. "That being said, you look hot as fuck in my shirt. Maybe its the ape in me but I blame you for the result. Its not my fault you look unresistable."

Asi tried not to smile but failed. He moved closer again, wrapping his arms around his waist. For a moment he taught Asi would stir up an argument again but she was looking pleased. "You are mine?"

"I am."

"You're not just saying it?"

She was actually looking bashful and Alaz's chest swelled with the intensity of his feelings. How could e be unsure after everything? "I'm yours until you'll have me, anything you want" he said truthfully. Asi had gone through a lot in her life, seen things that he did not want to imagine. He had been part of the things Alaz wished she had never experienced, it was too late to turn back time but he was determined to make it up to her as long as he lived.

She was looking so cute in his arms even her messy curls were perfect as she put her arms around his neck, now they were standing so close he could feel her breasts move with every breath. "To be honest, I would be yours even if you decide to hate me one day. You can even stab me again, you're not changing my mind. I'm still not enough of a good guy to let you go. I could never."

She kissed him with force. Alaz was feeling invincible as he picked her up from her waist and she did not hesitate to wrap her legs around him. It was a scary confession because he knew that this feeling was dangerous, this dependecy and devotion he was feeling was dangerous. That was a topic for another day though, he did not think about anything else but Asi in that moment. He doubted he would ever want to do otherwise ever again.

Hello anon, thank you for this it was so much fun.

you sweet summer child though, i think there is a possesive side to both of them that is a little toxic so i definietly acknowledge they have a dynamic that is not the healtiest but it works. i believe in a health and mature relationship you should know when to let someone go but alaz is not that guy tbfh

And yes i am turk writing in eng bc i see a lot of international fans!! feel free to send in eng or türkçe de yazmayı düşünüyorum hayatımda hiç Türkçe ff yazmadım ama denemek istiyorum skdkdldk belki aynı hikayeyi asinin bakış açısından Türkçe yazarım vs. Talep varsa bekliyorum

#yabani #aslaz #alaz soysalan #turkish tv #my writing #head canons

26 notes · View notes

ninetailedfoxmanchi · 2 years

Text

Aemond Targaryen x Reader: You meet for the first time and are engaged

Warnings: none, maybe a slight implication on possessiveness, otherwise only fluff :)

Summary: you and Aemond are arranged to be married and have never met before the engagement feast.

HOTD AND GOT MASTERLIST

* * *

It was your first time at court since you were from a minor but prominent House on the account of some Valyrian ancestry. You had never been to King's Landing though, much less to the Red Keep itself before but this was the night of your engagement. Your parents have made a powerful match, marrying you to Aegon the Second's younger brother, Aemond. The two of you never met before the engagement feast but since it was both of your families' wish to be wed, you both decided to honour your duty.

You wore an exquisite gown in the colours of your house as you entered the Great Hall. All eyes turned to you when you walked behind your parents to meet the family of your future husband. Your heart was pounding and your cheeks flushed as you bowed gracefully before the high table. When you rose your gaze, you recognized Prince Aemond immediately. Although most Targaryens had silver-gold hair and violet-blue eyes, what distinguished Aemond from the rest was the deep scar across the left part of his face and the leather patch he used to hide his injured eye.

Prince Aemond bowed as well and smiled with his lips but not his eyes. He had no reason to. The marriage was just a formality to join Houses, fortunes and strengthen the bloodline. You forced yourself to return the gesture although beneath it all, you were more frightened than ever.

"You are so lovely, Lady Y/N. Welcome to our court," greeted Queen Alicent Hightower as she took your hands and kissed your cheek. Her voice was soft and her skin smelled of lavender. It was an outmost strange sensation - meeting your family rather than being born into one. Or perhaps you had two families now.

You were sat to Prince Aemond's right as was custom and to your own right was his older brother, Prince Aegon with his wife and sister Princess Helaena. They did not seem to speak at all, much less behave as husband and wife. On the other hand, your parents were no example of great love either. It was all political.

You did not know how to start a conversation with Prince Aemond although the two of you would be married before the week's end. He seemed like a formidable person much unlike yourself. There was a good reason for that too. You were not a dragon rider nor a great warrior or swordsman. You did not ride the biggest dragon in the world nor was your face marked with a scar that was equally attractive as it was formidable.

You took a sip of wine when a voice came from the other side of the table.

"Would you like to dance, my Lady?" asked Prince Aemond. He had already gotten up from his seat and offered his hand. Your heart sank and for a split moment, you thought you were going to be sick from nervousness. Heat flushed your cheeks and neck. You felt light-headed as you took Prince Aemond's hand.

The silk fabrics of you dress brushed against your legs as its train traced the floor behind you. Your shoulders were exposed in a heart-shaped cut of the gown, no finer jewellery decorating your body but two golden pearl earrings. He, on the other hand, was wearing all black with ornate white gold details. He never seemed to wear other colours except the occasional green – the colour of House Hightower.

The musicians reassembled for a dance song and in unison they began to play the Valyrian Waltz. You and Aemond stood facing each other, side by side with an arm’s length distance between you. You knew that if you looked him in the eye, you would not be able to keep yourself from staring. It was not his scar that caught your attention, rather his entire face. It was extraordinarily beautiful and so unlike anyone you have ever seen before.

Your palms touched briefly as the lute sounded through the hall. You stepped and turned, your arms entwined. Your step was as light as a feather as your fingers brushed against Prince Aemond’s tough, sword-calloused palm. You turned slowly, the scent of orange blossom, amber and musk following on your train. Aemond’s hand took you side for the last figure of the waltz as your palm rested on his chest, letting yourself be guided.

The song came to an end and the highborn guests clapped, even Prince Aegon although his facial expression could not quite mask the volatile relationship he had with his brother.

You and Prince Aemond bowed to each other again before he took your hand and escorted you back to the high table. As you sat down, he held your hand a moment longer and kissed the back of your palm. Aemond closed his eyes as his lips touched your knuckles where he left his mark in front of everyone. Although the wedding was in a week's time, he already let the entire kingdom know you were his now.

#game of thrones #got #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen fanfiction #hotd fanfic #imagine #fire and blood #a song of ice and fire

356 notes · View notes

sinsandsuccubus · 9 months

Text

I Wish You Roses - Jack Harlow

Context: “With pretty flowers can come the bee sting”

Genre: angst

Word Count: 1.0k+

Pairings: Jack Harlow x Ex!Fem!Artist!Reader

Warnings: n/a

a/n: This was something quick I wanted to put out, so excuse any grammar errors if there are any. I kind of didn't like the way this ended, but ya know, I always hate my own writing. One of the favorite things I love about myself.

Masterlist ☽☾

“Ooh, never thought I would be without you

I wish you love, I wish you well

I wish you roses while you can still smell them”

The MTV music awards were here, and with every awards program came a performance.

This year around you were performing your new song, “I Wish You Roses” from your new album “Red Moon in Venus”. Once again, you had been nominated for an award, this time, Best Song of the Summer.

You were going up again many other artists, such as Ice Spice, Taylor Swift, Beyoncé, and your ex, Jack Harlow. You didn’t expect all the different genres of artists in one category, yet, here you were.

Your microphone was glittery gold, to match the color of your album, and you were wearing an orange dress, with diamond Louis Vuitton red bottom heels. You wore a headpiece, specifically a crown, and your hair and makeup was done to perfection.

You took a deep breath, your manager coming along beside you, resting her hand on your shoulder.

“You got this. Don’t forget where the song came from, and sing it for the person who it’s for.” She looked at you and smiled softly, nodding her head.

She was right. You had to sing the song from your heart, for that’s where it came from. And the song was for your ex.

Jack Harlow.

The two of you had been together for almost three years before deciding to break up, the deciding factor being Jack’s newly found career. His music and features had taken him to a new level of famous, something he had never experienced before, and his management team thought it would be best for him to step into further the game with a clean slate. Meaning he had to break up with you.

It was difficult in the beginning, not being with the person you loved, yet seeing them all over the internet. You were truly happy for him, happy he was becoming recognized and credited within his rapping career. However, you did mourn the loss of your relationship, the hole in your heart never closing.

So, after going through tons of therapy and with the approval of your manager, who was like a best friend to you, you wrote “I Wish You Roses”, in dedication to your ex and your previous relationship.

You just hoped he recognized the song was about him.

“And now, singing a new song from her new album, Red Moon in Venus, please give a warm welcome to Y/S/N”

The lights dimmed as you rose up from the center of the stage on a white pillar, aerial silk dancers floating in the air in your presence. You began to sing your song, putting love and effort into each part that you were singing, your vocals strong.

“While I'm here, I'm someone to honor

When I'm gone, I'm someone to mourn

But if you and my heart should someday drift apart

I'll make sure to give you these blessings

Because they're all I've got

My love's deep as the ocean

Don't you drown on me

Just know any love I gave you's forever yours to keep”

As you belted the song from your heart, you looked into the crowd, spotting Jack sitting front row. You kept eye contact with him for the majority of the song, eyes drifting from him as you finished the song, ending it with notes from the heart.

You're gonna want me back

You're gonna want me back, you're gonna

You know we can't do that

You know you can't do that, you know it”

The crowd applaud as you ended, slowly drifting back onto the pillar, sighing as it was lowered into the stage. You smiled at your manager, who immediately handed you a snack and a bottle of water, a ritual you had going after your performances.

“You did great Y/N.” She spiked, embracing you in a hug.

“It felt like it. Let’s just hope he got the message.”

Smiling and waving at everyone, you slowly made it to the Sheppard Bus parked in the section for the attending artists, holding your award in your hand.

You had won song of the summer, your fans supporting you all the way through. You were happy, ecstatic, yet there was still one person you wish you had heard from.

“Maybe he won’t stop by.”

“I doubt that Y/N. Look.” Your manager pointed towards the parked Sheppard’s bus, Jack standing in front of it, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. You smile and nodded your head towards your manager, who took the award from you and made her way towards the vehicle. Slowly you walked up to him, your dress trailing behind you swiftly.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” Jack spoke, fiddling with the packaging of the flowers he held in his hands.

“Are those for me?”

“Oh shit, yes. Yeah, they are.” He thrusted them towards you, a small laugh leaving your lips. You took in a whiff of the roses, smiling as you looked back up at Jack.

“They’re gorgeous, thank you.”

“Of course.” There was a pause.

“Listen.” You both spoke at the same time, “Wait” you both spoke again, looking at each other with a smile.

“Go ahead.” You nodded to Jack, who began to twirl the ring on his finger - a nervous tick, something you had picked up on while you were together.

“Listen, Y/N I- I never meant for things to go down between us like they did. It was never my intention to hurt you, now that I can see that with the song you performed tonight.”

“So you think it’s about you?”

“Wasn’t it?” Jack looked at you panicked, his bright blue eyes looking directly into yours.

“Of course it was Jack, I was just messing with you.” You smiled softly, a sigh leaving Jack’s lips.

“Phew. Don’t do that, you know I don’t like sarcasm like that.” You both laughed it off, your eyes drifting down to the flowers.

“But like I said. I really didn’t want our relationship to end between us as it did, and I’m sorry that I hurt you.”

“Jack… let’s not do this right here.” You spoke softly. “How about tomorrow, over lunch?” You looked at him, hoping he would say yes.

“… Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay. I’m cool with that.” He nodded at you, placing his hand on your cheek. Smoothly, you moved closer to him, kissing him on his cheek.

“I’ll text you the details. Goodnight Jack.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

#jack harlow x reader #jack harlow #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow fanfiction #jack harlow fic #jack harlow scenario #jack harlow imagine

43 notes · View notes

barbwritesstuff · 1 year

Note

hey! everyone's been really talkative about this IF so I wanted to jump on the train :) do you think you could tell me about the RO routes and like, the vibe of them? i want to start planning out my characters now becuz the release date is next month! (congratulations btw)

also, ik this is a romance book, so I wanted to ask if there's a bunch of romance scenes/small romance stuff included? (ie; them holding hands, sneaky looks, etc) cuz some books advertise as a romance but like only include like 5 scenes, you feel me? the plot seems super cool and im intrigued! but romance also plays a huge part in my satisfaction so just, wanna know!

sorry if this comes off as rude 😭😭

Not rude at all! Though, honestly, I'm not 100% sure how to answer this.

Blood Moon is defiantly more romantic than a lot of games, but it's not as romantic as others. There are romantic scenes and moments, dates, and explicit content, but a large chunk of the game is also... not that.

Like the tagline says: date werewolves, fight vampires.

So, for every werewolf kiss, expect to have to punch a vampire or two.

If anyone who has played Blood Moon would like to comment on the romantic aspect of the game please do. As the author, I feel like I'm not the best person to describe it, because when I write the game I see every possible outcome, so it might seem different for me than someone playing it through.

As for vibes... There are eight romanceable characters and the feel of each romance is different.

CliffsNotes version:

Marco is a lanky blond guy who likes to joke around. He's got some insecurities, because he had a shitty upbringing, but he's also fiercely loving and loyal. He tends to 'match' with the player's character a lot, eg, when running side by side, they always run in lockstep. His romantic route has a lot of BFF to lovers vibes.

Vicky is a tall, muscular woman with a dark past. She's terrifying on the battlefield, but very soft and gentle with those she loves. Her romantic route is about finding peace and softness in a world at war. Great if you want to play a more world wary protagonist, through she can mesh with other sorts of characters too.

Ed is young, ambitious, cheeky, and idealistic. He's probably the most 'human' of the werewolves and strongly believes the world can and should be a better place, though he sometimes uses underhanded methods to make that happen. His route is pitched a little younger, and can include some 'first love' vibes.

Shawnie is a curvy red head with a sassy personality. She's very sexual but actually probably one of the hardest to win the heart of. You have to really get to know her, and prove that you're interested in her for her, before she really shows you her heart.

Roe is a non binary person, very beautiful, with long hair and a lean build. They can come across as aloof or cold, until you get to know them, then they'll show a fierce and passionate side. Romance route is VERY star-crossed lovers. They're torn between desire and duty.

Farro is the resident DILF. He's VERY tall and muscular. Think Pakistani lumberjack. He's also, in contrast to appearances, quite shy and reclusive. He has an eight year old daughter that is the opposite to him in almost every way. Be nice to the kid to win his heart.

Sergi is a stocky man, dark hair, dark eyes, and is older than the player's character by a decade or two (he will call you 'pup'). He has a playful personality, but undergoes some serious trauma throughout the story, so loses that for a large chunk of the game's runtime. The romance is a little forbidden love, but leans more toward shared trauma bringing people together.

Carrie is small, skinny, and covered in sharp edges. She can be rude and abrasive, especially before she gets to know the player's character, but beneath that has a heart of gold, for those willing to take their time to get to know her. Enemies to lovers, but perhaps not in the traditional sense.

I hope that helped.

82 notes · View notes

avatarmerida · 2 years

Text

Just A Jacket

A silly little Huntlow fic, set between Sport in a Storm and Labyrinth Runners. I’m on mobile so forgive any spelling or format issues lol ✌️

- - -

“How are you cold right now?” Willow laughed as she wiped the rest of the green paint off her face. Hunter sat beside her on the bench shivering, waiting to walk her home.

“Well, I’m not used to wearing civilian clothing,” he chattered with a blush, she assumed because she had noticed the shivering. “I’m used to wearing more layers. You probably don’t realize how cold it actually is because you were so focused on the game. It’ll hit you any second.”

“Sure it will,” she smiled, digging through her bag. “Here, put this on.”

She tossed a green lump of fabric at Hunter who was too busy complaining to catch it. “Oof,” he groaned as the bundle covered his face. “What is it?”

“We got them when we got the new uniforms,” Willow explained. “It’s my jacket, isn’t it nice?”

“It feels nice,” Hunter said, removing it from his head to properly see it. It was a typical letterman jacket, the white sleeves were long and thick and the body was the team’s signature green. The back had ‘Park’ written in bold white letters on the back. It truly was a fine jacket. “Good quality. Impressive.”

“We’ve got a tournament coming up so I wanted to make sure we looked our best,” said Willow proudly. “Check out the front.”

Hunter turned it over and saw a patch that read ‘Captain,’ written in gold, a title she justly deserved. Something about it being written in gold the way it was made his heart flip. Below it, two Es were placed beside each other to represent the team’s name.

“It’s excellent, Captain,” said Hunter with a smile. “A jacket worthy of your abilities.”

“It’s heavy, put it on,” she said. “It’ll keep you warm.”

“But it’s yours, I couldn’t-,”

“Captain’s orders,” she insisted playfully. “I have an idea about a new strategy and I need your opinion and I don’t want your chattering teeth to distract me.”

Hunter did not protest further, carefully putting his arm through the sleeves as though it was made of glass rather than wool.

“How do I look?” He asked with a nervous laugh. Why he was nervous, he did not know.

“Cute!” Willow beamed, as she finished gathering her things. Hunter buried his hands in the pockets and looked down to the ground hoping the setting sun would disguise the blush he felt overcoming his face. “Ready?” Willow asked, giving no indication she noticed.

Hunter nodded and the pair set off. This was their after game tradition. Darius had helped Hunter sneak away to watch his friend’s matches and then he would walk Willow home as she shared her thoughts and strategies from the game. She liked to do it while it was still fresh in her head she said, and Hunter’s observations as a bystander helped her see the whole picture. It was the next best thing to actually playing, but since he wasn’t technically a Hexside student there was little to be done. Plus, there was no way he could ask Darius to cover for him during practices and games.

He was grateful for this time with the Captain. They messaged every day, yes, but she was so much quicker at it he felt embarrassed when he took too long responding. He liked seeing her in person, it was easier.

Well, some parts were easier.

“So, how’s the new guy doing?” Hunter asked.

“Ugh, you noticed didn’t you?” Willow groaned, throwing her head back.

“Hey, I didn’t say anything, I was just asking,” laughed Hunter. “But yes now that you mention it I did notice he didn’t do... great.”

“He’s still on a trial basis,”

“So I’m guessing he didn’t get a cool jacket?”

“Not yet,” sighed Willow. “He’s in a lot of my plant track classes but I think he’s more focused on decorating the field than actually playing. He wouldn’t stop growing blossoms!”

“Interesting tactic, but I’m guessing not what you had planned?”

“No,” she smiled. “But, hey, it’s not his fault. You’re a tough act to follow. I guess there’s just no replacing you.”

He was blushing again, he knew it. He couldn’t help it. “Yeah well, you guys still won tonight though, right?” He chucked nervously again. What was he nervous about. “Just proves what a great captain you are, I guess.”

“Thanks,” she said, tucking rough strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes darting to the ground. “And thanks for coming, you know you don’t have to right? I mean, I’m glad that you do but if you’re ever busy I understand-.”

“Nonsense, I always look forward to seeing you,” he said, then quickly tried to changed directions. “Seeing you kick butt that is! All of you, the team. You and the team, you on the team. Hmm.” He pretended to cough. “The human said she would message me live updates if ever I couldn’t make it but she’s not as familiar with the terms so it was less than helpful. Besides, it’s more fun being there in person.”

“That’s true, you are our lucky charm,” said Willow. “We’ve won every match you’ve gone to.”

“That’s because of your abilities as captain, not my spectatorship,” insisted Hunter.

“Hmm, well unless you miss a match I guess we’ll never know for sure,” mused Willow, hoping to never know for sure as they approached her house. “See you tomorrow?”

This was one of the parts that wasn’t easier, Hunter never knew how to say goodbye. It was much easier in text form, words were enough then but something about seeing her walk away made him want to talk longer. But he had nothing else to say about today’s match and he was sure she didn’t either. He just wanted to listen to her talk more.

“Yes, of course,” he said. He was already out later that he had told Darius he would be, he knew he and Flapjack would have to fly home faster than usual but still he could not drag himself away. “Um, same time?”

He didn’t need to ask that. The time was always the same. He knew that. He just needed an excuse to talk to her longer.

“Yes,” replied Willow. “We’re playing last years undefeated team, so we’ll definitely need our good luck charm. I’ll make sure you have the best seat.”

“You always do,” he said, mostly to himself. “Well, uh goodnight.”

“Goodnight,”

“Oh, wait your jacket!” exclaimed Hunter, remembering why he felt so warm and content. He started to take it off but Willow stopped him.

“Oh, that’s okay,” said Willow. “You can give it back to me tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, you’ll need it for the chilly flight home,” she said with a giggle. “Consider it a bribe to ensure you’ll be at the match tomorrow.”

“Well, uh, consider me bribed,” he laughed, hoping it was the right thing to say. She laughed as well. It was.

Hunter had the hardest time taking off Willow’s jacket. It was so pristine, which meant either she hadn’t worn it or she was extremely careful when she did. And she trusted him with it, a symbol of her leadership, to wear because simply he was cold. That’s all he had to do, he didn’t earn it. But now he held a piece of her long after they parted ways, delicately tracing the letters of her last name with the tip of his finger.

He knew she had worn it because it smelled like her; like dirt and bark and flowers, so many flowers. Willow smelled like a wild garden, all the plants came together in the air around her. Just when he thought he could pinpoint it to a single flower, she’d surprise him. He’d often be out on patrol, and sneak a sniff of a flower absentmindedly thinking of her when he’d realize how many things she was at once. She was a tornado in a green house, a gentle breeze in an open field, fresh cut grass meeting morning dew.

When he put his hands in the pockets he found they were full of seeds, which made him laugh because of course they were. Something about his hands being where he knew hers had been made him feel safe. Wearing it reminded him of her embrace, and being close to her. He felt warm. He hoped the Captain wasn’t too cold without her jacket and made sure he’d bring an extra jacket to the match tomorrow, already loathing the idea of having to wear something else.

During the day when he could not wear it he made sure it was safely and delicately folded and was excited to wear it again. He was excited to have Willow see him in it again. Maybe she’d call him cute again, but he didn’t linger too long on that thought.

“Hunter! Over here Hunter!” Luz called from the stands when she spotted him. “We saved you a seat!”

“You didn’t save anything this is always my seat,” Hunter replied. “Why do you have an engorged finger?”

Luz looked confusingly at her homemade green foam finger as though the idea wasn’t obvious. “Because we’re number one?”

“It’s a human thing,” Amity explained as Hunter sat down. “It’s dorky, but it’s cute.”

“That��s debatable,”

“Speaking of cuuuuute,” Luz began dramatically. “Are you wearing Willow’s flyer derby jacket?!”

“Huh? Well, not that it’s any of your business but yes,” he said smugly. “And I didn’t steal it if that’s what you’re thinking. The Captain insisted I wear it.”

As though on cue, Willow called out to Hunter from the field where the team was warming up and waved to him. Hunter eagerly waved back, before the eyes of those around him told him to dial it back a tad. Luz practically fell out of her seat.

“That’s so cuuuuute!” She squealed.

“You already said that,” he murmured, annoyed.

“I know! But it is! How did she ask you?”

“Ask me what?”

“To wear her jacket!”

“You mean how did she ask if I was cold?”

“Ugh! No! I mean what the jacket represents!”

“What are you babbling about human?”

“When someone on a sports team asks you to wear their jacket it means they like you,” said Luz, then realizing Hunter may not get the intended point she added for emphasis. “Like, like-like you. Ya know? That’s like classic rom com 101.”

Hunter tried to avoid getting flustered. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, that’s just a silly human thing.”

“No, it’s a thing here too,” said Amity, matter-of-factly.

“But maybe it’s not as common as you think,” said Hunter. “Maybe the Captain doesn’t know that!”

“Her dads used to wear each other’s flyer derby jackets so I’m pretty sure she knows,” said Amity nonchalantly before seeing the panicked look on Hunter’s face. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine! W-why wouldn’t I be? I’m just wearing the Captain’s jacket and that means everyone will think.. she gave me... I gotta go!”

In a flash, Hunter teleported away from the pair who looked at each other confused.

The entire game, Hunter paced frantically beneath the bleachers. Flapjack did his best to calm him down, but Hunter could not be reasoned with. He watched in awe as Willow soared and shouted out strategies to her team as he was trying to find the right words to say what he was dreading to say. She was so strong and kind and beautiful... she didn’t even realize the mistake she had made. How was he supposed to tell her?

He waited until he was certain everyone had left. Her friend came up to say their congratulations and Hunter was hoping he could sneak the jacket back into her bag without being noticed but then he worried she might not see it at first and he couldn’t just leave it somewhere lest it fell on the ground. But he didn’t want to embarrass her by giving it back to her in front of people, he was already worried he’d had embarrassed her by wearing it.

Mid thought, he felt a familiar something wrap around his ankles and force him to the ground before dragging him away. He clung to the jacket for dear life, worried it would get stained. He opens his eyes and standing above him was no surprise, he’d know those vines anywhere.

“H-hey captain,” he chuckled nervously.

“What are you doing under there?” She asked with a grin. “I looked for you during the game and didn’t see you. I knew you didn’t leave though because we won. Told you you were our lucky charm.”

“Yeah sorry about that,”

“Did you not wanna sit with Luz and Amity? Luz explained that giant finger thing to me, if that’s what was bothering you...”

“No, no it’s not that it’s...” he held his breath. “Captain, I need to return your jacket!”

“Oh yeah!” She said as though she had forgotten she had entrusted him with such an important item. “Ya know, I’m not gonna need it tonight so you can hold onto it if you want, I know it’s still kinda-.”

“Captain, I-I hate to embarrass you but the huma-Luz informed me that it’s customary for athletes to allow another to wear aspects or extensions of their uniforms to signify that they’re... romantically involved.”

“Um... yeah? Sometimes, I guess.”

“And when you gave me your jacket, I accepted it not knowing it’s extra symbolic importance.”

“Oh.”

“I didn’t realize what I was taking from you,” he went on. “I should’ve returned it immediately in case you had plans for it.”

“Oh?”

“I don’t know much about this school or school in general, but I know that whoever you select to wear this jacket will be worthy,” he said. “You were kind to lend it to me in my time of need, but I’d hate to keep it from someone more deserving.”

“Hunter, I... it’s just a jacket...”

“But it says your name on it! It’s your jacket!” He rambled. “You worked hard for it! If anyone but you is going to wear it they have to be important! And worthy! And special! And-“

“Hunter,” she placed her hand on his shoulders to cut him off and looked directly into his eyes. “You are all of those things, I promise.”

“But, what if people think-?”

“They’ll think you’re cold,” she laughed. “Or they’ll think you look nice in it. Or they won’t care at all. If you’re uncomfortable wearing it, that’s okay. But I like seeing you in it; it feels like you’re still on the team. I-I’ve really missed getting to play with you.”

“Oh,” he said, embarrassed but he couldn’t pick just one reason. “I-I’ve missed playing with you too.”

“Ya know, I say you’re our lucky charm but I really mean you’re my lucky charm,” she admitted sheepishly, a tiny blush creeping on her face now. “That dodge and weave technique you thought of? It worked great! They never saw it coming!”

“You looked great,” said Hunter fondly. “Did great! I mean you did great, you played great! You always do.”

“Thanks,” she said and the two stood in silence for a moment before Willow zapped herself back to the moment. “So... you were worried about wearing my jacket because you thought I might want someone else to wear it?”

“Uh yeah,” he admitted, feeling as though he has overreacted. “But... I did like it. I do like it. I mean I really like... this jacket. It’s soft. And green. And nice. Like you. I mean, I-.”

“Well I’m glad you like it becaaaause,” she dramatically dug through her bag before pulling out another green jacket.

“Is that-?”

“I hadn’t sewn on all the patches yet so it wasn’t ready otherwise I would’ve given it to you yesterday, but ta-da! Your very own Emerald Entrails jacket!”

He took it cautiously in his hands as though it might crumble and marveled at it. It was the same as Willow’s, but the back had his name on it instead and where hers said Captain, his said-

“‘Lucky Charm,’” he read aloud, his voice wavering.

“Do you like it?” Willow asked excitedly.

“I love it,” he breathed, running his hand over the stitching. He could tell she did it by hand, she had worked so hard on this for him and he didn’t do anything to deserve it. “It’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever given me.”

“Well, it’s maybe not as nice as your Golden Guard cape but I wanted to thank you,” she said. “You’re a big reason this team is even here, so I wanted to make sure you had a part of it.”

“Thank you, it’s-.” The wind blew and sent a small shiver down Hunter’s spine and out of the corner of his eyes he saw that it had affected Willow as well. It was colder than last night, and seeing Willow slightly shiver made him react without thinking. Instinctively, he put the jacket he held over her shoulders before the reality of what he did caught up with him. Her eyes widened at their closeness and her face quickly went from stunned to smug.

“Is this your way of asking me to wear your jacket?” she asked mischievously.

“What? No! I mean, not ‘no’ but it was because uh,” he sputtered. “I mean, that’s stupid because you already have a jacket. I mean not stupid! I just don’t want you to think I don’t wanna wear it, because I do! But I thought that since you looked cold-.”

“Because I’d love to,” she cut him off, then gently squeezed his hand. He exhaled, his breathing still shaky. “I think it’s only fair, since you got to wear mine.”

He nodded. “Deal,” he said, and followed her lead and he was always happy to do. He didn’t need to tell her what people might think because he didn’t care. He liked having something of Willow’s and he liked the idea that she had something of his.

“So, how do I look?” She said, twirling around in his jacket leaving it draped around her shoulders like a cape.

“Cute,” he said without thinking because it was true and they both blushed. They were both so focused on concealing their own face they didn’t notice the other’s. It was getting darker, usually they had left by now. But with double overtime and the exchanging of jackets, timekeeping just wasn’t a priority. “But uh, we should get going before your dads get too worried.” He was always so focused on what her dads thought when he was involved.

“Right,” she said as she began walk. She picked up her bag and struggled to sling it over her shoulder as she usually did, wanting to keep the aesthetic of the jacket on her shoulders. Hunter reached out to take the bag from her to carry it for her but she misunderstood his intention and transferred the bag into her other hand and slipped her free one into his and they continued to walk. He didn’t correct her, he tried not to react lest she misunderstand and decide to take her hand back. Be he imagined the sight of them: walking hand in hand in one another’s matching jackets and he held her hand more firmly. It felt so natural but so scary at the same time.

He hoped this part was a permanent addition to their after game routine.

Gilbert and Harvey watched fondly from the window as their daughter strolled down the path hand in hand with her escort.

“He’s wearing her jacket,” sang Harvey as he sipped his cup of tea.

“Seems she took a page from your book,” responded Gilbert with a light chuckle, sipping his.

“They look cute together,” his husband whispered endearingly and then looked closer. “Oh my titan, I think they’re-.”

“-holding hands,” Harvey finished, taking in the sight with fondness. “That’s a page from your book.”

“I’m gonna turn on the porch lights on when they get to the door,” said Gilbert mischievously, running to the front door.

“Oh please, Gilbert don’t embarrass the poor girl!” His husband called after, secretly loving the thrill.

“She’s wearing his jacket too,” he responded peeking through the curtains.

“Let’s open the door when the walk up,” decided Harvey, remembering a similar situation back when they were that age. They rushed to the door utterly giddy, trying to keep their voices hushed. They had been looking forward to this day for so long.

“We should ask him to stay for dinner and wear our old flyer derby jackets.”

“Let’s pace ourselves dear,” laughed Harvey. “I think we’ll have plenty of opportunities to scare the poor boy.”

#huntlow #toh #the owl house #huntlow fanfiction #Willow park #hunter wittebane #winter #winter toh

311 notes · View notes

gay-edwardian · 7 months

Text

Iconic ABBA costume poll

Right. Kinda what it says on the tin. Pick your favourite or whichever you think is the best, don't worry too much about it. There are so many great/iconic outfits, I know I didn't get them all, I even left out some of my personal faves.

Photos for reference and some fun facts (if I know any) beneath the cut.

Mamma Mia

Fun facts:

The jumpsuit Agnetha's wearing helped her win the accolade "sexiest bottom in pop music," I title that would haunt her for years.

Owe Sandström, who designed the outfits, said the following about Frida's skirt: "This is truly mother-of-pearl sliced into thin slices, and it was just like the rooftop of a carousel. And I asked her, 'Frida, don't move too much because they would be stretching out and, well, expose perhaps a little bit too much?' I can tell you, she was spinning like a spinning wheel definitely all the time" Source

Waterloo

Fun Facts:

According to the photo book Frida saw a jacket in a shop window that "had chains and sequins and looked butch. I took Agnetha to see it and then the others. That jacket was the prototype for the Waterloo costumes."

Poor Björn could barely sit down in his pants because of how tight they were

Ring Ring

Wildflowers

Fun Facts:

These outfits were designed by Owe Sandström. Each of the four members has a different flower (some sources say specifically Swedish Wildflowers). According to the Web Shop, Agnetha has the hundkäx or cow parsley, Björn wears the columbine flower, Benny has a fictional heart-leafed flower (to reflect his talent, creativity, and knowledge), and Frida's is (apparently) a kind of weed when seen under a microscope (however it may just be cornflower or some other type of wildflower)

Gold/White (Europe/Australia Tour)

I could've gone looking for a high-ish-quality, in-colour lineup that included the boys. But I didn't feel like digging for too long. Sorry. Take two pictures of the girls instead

Fun Facts:

Frida's shorts were shorter in Australia than they were in Europe for... reasons?

There was a costume change! There were multiple costume changes because they had hats and scarves and capes that they took on and off through the shows, but towards the end of each performance Frida and Agnetha would change into matching costumes and wigs for The Girl With the Golden Hair. One time while dancing, their wigs got tangled together and when they moved apart, Agnetha's wig came off.

Watch this performance of Why Did It Have To Be Me from the movie. It's not a fun fact or anything, Frida just does a really good job at. Everything in it. She totally steals the scene.

Blue Suits

Cat Dresses

Fun Facts:

Longer versions of the cat dresses were necessary for places that didn't like the fact that the normal versions were very. very short

The dresses happened because Frida reminded Owe Sandströrm of his cat, they "were both beautiful and a little wild"

Velvet Jumpsuits

Fun Facts:

They're wearing these in the Dancing Queen music video. It's hard to see because it's dark, but they are

Pink & Purple Suits

Ok so Björn's in blue, it's purple-adjacent

Live At Wembley

Fun Facts:

In the ABBA Official Photo Book, Frida says that "My favourite [outfit] was a body stocking with a little dress cut diagonally. I thought I was elegant and sexy in it." I don't know if it's these outfits, but it might be!

All-White Ensemble (no not that one, the other one)

They had a lot of all-white looks. These are the ones on the album cover for Arrival

#abba #polls #obviously this is very swayed towards the outfits that i tend to think about more often #but i tried to get most of the well-known ones in there

16 notes · View notes

t4tails · 5 months

Note

Since we already got Venus and Spectra's finalized looks, what's your top ten of the Core Signature dolls?

No Clawd and Deuce don't count, boy dolls are fake.

okay here we go. warning that i start out as a bit of hater. teehee

10. spectra. im sorry, but the way its just a worse version of an already released collector? the complete lack of anything new fashion wise? this is nothing. the clear hands and feet are cool, but i heavily doubt a later deluxe version of her in a different line isnt going to blow this out of the water. absolutely nothing of interest is going on here.

9. toralei. between dumbing down g1s mean girl personality, AND giving her long hair? horrible. at least give her pants. she looks like the protagonist of a disney channel original movie. camp rock lookin ass. shes the most plastic & playline looking, easily.

8. ghoulia. the fashion, with the exception of the hunk of textureless fabric that is her skirt, is great. i love the jacket especially, and making her a skater is so fun. however the base doll is SO UGLY!!!!! whyd they give her BROWN EYEBROWS? an unflattering green skin tint? obscenely light pink lips? none of it matches. i hate it. i take offense to it

7. clawdeen. kind of the reverse of ghoulia where the base doll is mostly really nice, except the pastel hair 😒, but the fashion is... a mess. the first red flag of them not having a direction to take her style. the shoes and coveralls give sporty, but then theres the gold jewelry and fur coat...? at least her freckles are cute.

6. draculaura. big step up! from here on its mostly my personal taste. this is cute! im generally just of the opinion that most draculaura dolls are very similar, and its not a style i tend to LOVE, so they blend together for me. cool heart and bat motif, just not for me specifically.

5. cleo. the really busy patterns kind of drag it down, but overall shes really pretty and definitely reads pharoah! her makeup especially stands out. so nice

4. lagoona. some people dont like g3 lagoona. i am not one of those people. her pink and blue serves, sorry. she always has such nice makeup, not to mention a fun sporty mermaid motif. im a lagoona lover

3. frankie. the icon, the myth, the legend. already giving us transgender swag in their very first doll. could have a little more detail/accessories, but their color scheme is so nice i cant complain.

2. venus. FINALLY. DIFFERENT HAIR! she is so fucking beautiful, i need her. her color scheme? great. her fashion? fantastic. her accessories? so fun. dont look at her weird fucking pet

1. ABBEY. her comfy swag. her beautiful colors. shes so peak and she does it so casually too. the light freckles are so adorable, and shes able to look cold and welcoming at the same time. slay

#og post #ask #theunstablejester

11 notes · View notes

no-phrogs-in-hats · 1 year

Text

If I Could Turn Back Time

Larissa Weems x fem!reader

A/N: Cross-posted on Wattpad and Ao3; to the anon who I told that this wouldn't be posted for awhile...uhhh...surprise?

Chapter 7

The next day, I sat on the couch with my cat in my lap. I moved my hand down his back, slowly stroking his fur as I stared at the TV and watched reruns of Grey’s Anatomy, my nose only slightly throbbing today.

A knock on my door drew me from my thoughts and I groaned as Gingie jumped off and ran, meowing at the door until I came over. I looked through the peephole and to my surprise, it was Larissa.

I opened the door to see her standing there, a headscarf covering her hair and her eyes soft–almost solemn. I could see a sense of pity in her eyes as she saw my form–hair a mess, bags under my eyes, and a ripped pair of sweatpants and a tattered oversized t-shirt I still wore after my ex broke up with me a couple years prior.

“Larissa, what are you doing here?” I asked.

“Well after our phone call last night,” she said, “I couldn’t help but get the feeling that you weren’t okay. You sounded like you’d been crying.”

I chuckled at her remark. “Was it that obvious?”

“Unfortunately,” she sighed, following it with a soft smile.

“Oh, do you wanna come in?” I asked. “I need to clean up a bit, but it’s nothing too bad.”

After letting Larissa in and my cat becoming completely attached to her, I brought her to the kitchen. “Can I get you anything?” I rummaged through my fridge to get a soda for myself. “Water? Coffee?”

Larissa set her purse down on the counter. “No. Thank you, though. I just came by to see if you were okay.” There was a moment of silence before she spoke up again. “Would you like to come by Nevermore tonight? I can’t take you right now, I’m waiting for a student, but I could show you around the school before you start teaching there.”

“Of course,” I said. It was hard to hide a smile as I looked at her. “I’d love that. Thank you.”

For some reason, I had every urge to dress in nice clothes. Why was I going to such great lengths to impress this woman?

There was something about her. No other woman I’ve come across has been like her. Maybe it’s her perfect lips–painted rouge to match the passion I harbor for her. Maybe it’s her eyes–that sweet blue that even the calmest of waters envy. Or maybe it was something beyond her physical appearance. Something I would never see with my eyes or feel with the tips of my fingers, but see with my heart; something I would experience or hear–how she laughs at the oddest things, how she’s willing to sacrifice herself for the people she loves the most, the way she cared so deeply for me that first night despite the fact that we hardly knew each other. To this day I still cannot pinpoint it, but just the thought of her made my heart race.

I took a deep breath as I climbed into my car. My hands gripped the steering wheel to the point where my knuckles were white as I approached the wrought iron gates. I had never seen the school in person before, and the pictures of it do not do it justice. It was so much more magnificent in person–especially during sunset.

After putting my car in park, I hesitantly got out, trying to keep calm. When I approached the door, I was careful to make sure it was a push door, not wanting a repeat of the last time I had spent an evening with Larissa.

There were a few students roaming the halls and when one of them directed me to Larissa’s office I thanked them. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest as I climbed the stairs. And when I met the gold plaque that read Principal Weems, I nearly stopped breathing.

I knocked timidly on the large, mahogany door and a quiet voice came from the opposite side.

“Come in.”

When I entered, I was in awe: The office of Principal Weems was like no other room I had seen before–and Larissa made it even better.

“Ah!” she smiled, looking up from her computer. “Y/N! I was hoping I’d see you tonight.”

As I approached her desk, I chuckled. “How could I pass up an opportunity to see you again? But it’s also a pretty large school, and I wouldn’t want to get lost on my first day.”

She stood up and beckoned me to follow her. As we walked through the corridors, her sweet voice graced my ears and part of me felt dazed.

“Y/N?”

“What?” I could barely recall the past few minutes and we were now standing in front of a door.

She smiled at my oblivion. “I was just saying this is your classroom. My office is right down the hall, so if you ever need anything, don’t hesitate.”

Oh I won’t.

We continued through the school, and every hall we went through, every staircase we climbed or descended, curious looks were thrown our way by students.

“Is that the new history teacher?”

“I wonder if she’s a normie.”

“Do you think she’s nice? She looks nice.”

Larissa smiled at a group of students exiting the cafeteria, the chipper girls greeting her warmly.

“As you can see,” Larissa said as we continued walking, “this is the dining hall. Teachers and staff are welcome to eat there. I prefer to have my meals in my office, however.”

We took a stop by the trophy case and I admired how many there were. So many clubs and activities were held at this school, and it made my heart ache to know I missed out on it.

“You were on the rowing team?” I gaped.

Larissa smiled brightly. “I was! It was one of my favorite extracurricular activities. It still is. I’ve always loved the Edgar Allen Poe Cup…Ophelia Hall hasn’t won since I was in school though.”

“Ah, so you were the glue holding it together,” I grinned, eyeing her.

“Oh, God, no!” she giggled, her hands clasping in front of her. “No, I was the copilot. But the captain and I were…close. Grew apart with time, of course, but that happens when you graduate.” There was a pause before she turned her head to look at me. “Do you still keep in touch with any of your school friends?”

My smile faded briefly before appearing once again. “No, I never had any close friends in school…I was…troubled.”

“Ah,” she said, smiling softly. “Well, I won’t push you any further.”

After showing me my living quarters (“Of course, you have your own house, but if you ever get tired, you’re welcome to stay here.”), she walked me to the front entrance. “Well, that’s all the necessary areas to show you.”

“I don’t think any picture online could truly capture how magnificent this academy is,” I mused, my head turning at all angles to look around. “Even after the tour I think I’ll get lost.”

Larissa’s lips pursed together in a grin as she walked me to the door and out into the courtyard where my car awaited. “Well, I’ll be happy to show you around again on Monday if necessary.”

Opening my door, I looked back at her and smiled brightly. “With that offer, I suppose I’ll just have to get lost on purpose.”

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #gwendoline christie x reader #gwendoline christie #wednesday

47 notes · View notes

intothewickedwood · 1 year

Note

Ruby or Mulan, Maleficent or Cruella, Dragon Queen or Outlaw Queen, Shadow Queen or Regina x Kathryn?

Gaaah! Thank you for the questions! These are challenging, for sure!

Ruby. But it's close! The werewolf thing wins it for me, and also because she was in Season One. I have a lot of Season 1 feelings. And also her friendship with Snow! And "Red-Handed" being one of my favorite episodes. She's a great and tragic character who does her best to help others no matter what she's going through herself.

I do love Mulan a lot, though. I may be in love with both Red and Mulan. Oops! I just wish we'd gotten more of Mulan. I loved her dynamics with every character she interacted with. She's such a badass. Mulan x Aurora x Phillip is one of my favorite ships in the show, and I also wouldn't have said no to Mulan and Ruby ending up together. Mulan deserved better.

Cruella. I agree with you about having a lot of room to explore with Maleficent, as she could have done with a bit more development in the show. I'd have at least loved to have seen more of her relationship with Lily. She was an adorable mom in the one episode we got to see them interact. But Cruella makes me laugh out loud. She has some of the best lines. "Sympathy for the De Vil" is one of my favorite, most unique episodes. She just wants to murder people! Let her have her happy ending, Isaac! xD. I don't know, she's just so fun, but I do still really enjoy Maleficent. I wish they'd explained what the heck happened with her and Aurora's parents. I like to believe she was in love with Briar Rose, and it went terribly wrong.

Definitely Dragon Queen. I've just been having a discussion on a different website about how Robin Hood was possibly evil the whole time. Looking at the evidence, his words don't match up with his actions. If he wants to steal from the rich, why date Regina? His code says he can't divorce his wife, but he'll… let her die instead? In the book, there is a page which shows that when he met Marian, he planned to kidnap her for ransom, yet he tells Will that he tried to steal her horse, didn't because she was poor, and from that day forward, he chose to steal only from the rich and give to the poor. Yet, in "Heart of Gold," we see that he only decides to steal from the rich and give to the poor long after he and Marian are a couple. Not to mention he shot at Regina without hesitation when looking for the Wicked Witch and, knowing at the time that the Wicked Witch had bright red hair, hid in the bushes and aimed his arrow at the back of a clearly dark-haired Regina's head for a good while before making his presence known. It's just a theory, but I do wonder if he had a plot for revenge against her all along, at least at first. I think that would have made him a much more interesting character. Otherwise, I struggle to make sense of why Regina, post formation of the Evil Queen, would want to be with someone like him. She kinda had to change her personality during their interactions just to make it make a little sense. It's just not for me. But power to those who like it, and I may adopt the revenge plot theory as headcanon, which might make me more invested in them.

Dragon Queen, on the other hand, has to be canon, right? I mean, the intensity of the moments when their noses almost touch. I think they should have kissed. There is so much blatant subtext there, and it's so wonderfully gay. Okay, so Regina rode home on a dragon. Okay, girl, I see you. "Are you a bad girl, Regina?" "The worst." I mean, come on! Everything that comes out of their mouths when they interact just screams "we are exes who can't stop flirting with each other." I love it! I wish it was more explicit!

Okay, this last one is really freaking hard. I do love both almost equally, but I've been thinking a lot about Regina x Kathryn lately and their potential, and I just wanna go back to season 1 and make them fall in love. I want the angst post-season 1. I need it! I honestly would have been ecstatic if Regina had ended up with either of them. And it's totally cool that she ended up single at the end. That was a nice way to demonstrate that happy endings/beginnings don't have to involve romantic love. But goddamn, I wish Facilier didn't die. I know love triangles aren't popular, but heck, if they'd brought Facilier in earlier and had a Kathryn/Regina/Facilier love triangle, I would have been very happy. Idk, I love both pairings, but the Kathryn x Regina friends-to-lovers gets me. And we could have gotten so much more Kathryn. *Cries forever*.

#ask #asks #darkpoisonouslove

17 notes · View notes

nerd-chocolate · 1 year

Text

Lucien’s Cousin oc idea:

Renée Claire Lyron

Age: The same age as Lucien.

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Lesbian

Personality: She is a mythic bitch. She is a popular ruthless girl like Heather Chandler or Regina George. She can charm any girl she wants whether she truly loves them or not. But once she starts dating them, she treats them terribly and would take advantage of them any time she gets them. She would play with their hearts, making them believe she is interested in them and when they confess they like her, she breaks their heart while she and her friends laugh at them. Just like Lucien, she is very manipulative and can be very possessive of the things she wants. So yeah, she is just as bad as Lucien is.

Some fun facts about Renée:

Both Renée and Lucien are Taurus and were born in May.

She plays ice hockey and is the captain of it.

She got the gold necklace from her grandmother alongside Lucien, so she and Lucien both match each other. Just one is silver and the other is gold.

She has weird gap teeth because of “an ice hockey practice accident.”

She and Lucien have a surprising but good relationship and she is the only other person that Lucien thinks is just as perfect as him.

She lives with her dad, Jorge Rebois, who is the twin of Lucien’s mom and her mom, Esmee Lyron. She has a good relationship with her parents even if her parents spoiled her a bit too much.

She is a tall girl, to say the least!

And lastly, she loves rom-coms, yes even the ones that are bad.

Now that's out of the way, let’s begin with a story I came up with! Enjoy!

💔StoryTime🩷

When Cosette was in middle school (at least for the 6th grade through 7th grade), they went to an all-girls school and they didn’t have the best time there. It didn’t have any friends and most of the other girls found them strange not only for its appearance but also its personality, Cosette got used to it by now since it already experienced that from its previous schools. That suddenly changed one day during lunch, Cosette was just eating her lunch until Renée came to the table she was eating at and sat next to them. Cosette was confused at first since they only knew Renée from some conversations they heard and some classes they had been in together but other than that, they didn't know her that much. Cosette asked why she came over, Renée said that they looked lonely and wanted a taste of their lunch. Cosette joked with her a bit by stating its lunch can’t be tasted that easily but it wouldn’t mind a trade of something to taste some of it. Renée smiled and said that sitting with it would be enough too often since she looked cute from what she was sitting at and wanted to get a closer look. Cosette thinks for a few seconds and then says yeah no then leaves to eat her lunch somewhere else leaving Renée shocked but intrigued.

For the next two weeks, Renée kept being nice to Cosette while Cosette slowly grew less annoyed with her antics and jokes. Until Cosette said they wouldn't mind if they and Renée are friends and Renée said great, I’m glad that we’re friends now with a cheeky smile on her face. In the next few months, Cosette and Renée grew to be great friends as they hung out together. Cosette smiles at the fact that she has a friend now after not having one for the longest time. But it ended up having a crush on Renée after she kissed it on the cheek one night and gave her a wink before going home, making Cosette blush like crazy. Cosette at first didn’t want these feelings at all since Renée is at this point it’s only a friend and didn’t want to lose that. So they try to lose these feelings but Renée is a bit of a flirt with them and gives some hints that she likes Cosette in a romantic sense.

So a few weeks passed and it was almost Valentine’s Day, Cosette was at her locker getting her books for her next class then Renée came to her locker and asked if she wanted to go to the amusement park together on Valentine’s Day. Cosette was surprised and a bit flustered at first but said yes with a hint of blush on its face. Renée with a grin on her face, kissed Cosette on the cheek and said, can't wait to see you and left, leaving Cosette stunned while they were screaming inside.

The night before Valentine’s Day, Cosette spent it baking Renée’s favorite cookies for this occasion, Raspberry with Chocolate chip meringue cookies. When Jordyn saw Cosette baking cookies, he asked what she was doing and Cosette said something you don’t need to know about, Jordyn. Jordyn rolled his eyes and told them that it was for their crush, then they should know that no matter how hard they try, no one loves someone like them and they should give up before they get crushed by them since no one loves a freak. Cosette doesn’t say anything and Jordyn gestures dismissively and leaves to go to bed while not noticing Cosette crying for a bit from wiping its tears and going back to baking.

When Valentine’s Day came around, Cosette wore a short slip dress with a candy heart pattern on it with their favorite bracelets and Valentine theme makeup like hearts shaped eyeliner and two heart-shaped hair clips on the side of their hair. After putting the cookies in a little bag, it heads off to the carnival to hang out with Renée. When Cosette got there, everything was great at first, she and Renée went on many rides, played some carnival games, and even took a picture in the Photo Booth. Cosette didn’t know when to confess her feelings towards Renée until Renée suggested they go through the tunnel of love. Cosette thought that would be a good way to tell her, so it agreed and got on the ride. When they got on the ride, Cosette was a bit nervous at first but mustered up the courage to do it. They gave Renée the cookies they made for her which Renée thanked them for and say the cookies are amazing. Cosette said you're welcome but that is not the only thing I want to do tonight, while Renée looked at her to listen to what she had to say. Cosette finally said the thing they wanted to say “I love you and I wanted to tell you for so long. You don’t have to answer right away, I just wanted to tell you that all.” Cosette didn’t know what to expect but probably not what Renée said next. She just smirks at them and cupped one of their cheeks and says “Well thank you for telling me, I appreciate it. There is something I need to tell you as well after we get off this ride, of course.” Cosette a bit stunned, managed to say “Oh okay.” Renée said, “Don’t worry, I love you too, it just needs a better place to say it you know?” Cosette was unsure for a minute until Renée smiled at her again, it made her feel relieved since she could trust her, right? It then says “Yeah, I know. Just promise me that you’ll tell me okay?” Renée put a smirk on her face and said: “I promise with all my heart.” It was officially, Cosette was love stuck and it felt amazing. They just kept thinking about all the times they hung out together and how it led up to moments with a blush on their face, they were happy.

When they got off the ride, Renée took it somewhere away from the crowd and told it to close its eyes and she’ll tell it when it can open its eyes again. Cosette was curious why they had to do that but not enough to question it and closed their eyes. It takes a few minutes until she feels Renée holding both of her hands. Renée starts talking again. She thanked them for confessing to her and that she appreciates them… for being such a fool and letting go of their hand. Cosette was shocked by that reply and opened its eyes when it got worms and dirt poured all over it and saw Renée’s cheeky smile which came off as more malicious than endearing. Cosette felt like its heart was breaking into pieces as Renée and her friends laugh at it so much that it doesn’t notice the two of them filming this whole thing. Renée told her the real reason she would ever talk to her is for a bet that the other friends came up with to see if the school freak would easily get a crush on her by just giving her the basics of attention and Cosette proved it to them. Renée just finished it off by saying it would be some miracle for someone to fall in love with them and just laugh about it some more with her friends.

Cosette just ran from the situation, not even saying a word to her, running. It is the only thing that makes sense in their brain right now. It hid somewhere to get out of its system before going home since it didn’t want its brother to be proved right and rubbed it on its face even if he was right. That someone wouldn’t love some freak like her and that she should have given up on love, at least it wouldn’t hurt as much as it does now.

A few days passed after Valentine’s Day, and Cosette had to experience the embarrassment from the video that Renée’s friends posted of scenes from their classmates and siblings making fun of it. Well at least, the siblings were doing it as much and just let it go after a few days, the classmates however would rather have it known as long as possible. Cosette was just lucky to survive to the 7th grade and was happy that she was moving again at least she would never see any of them again. But before she left, Renée decided to tell her one last thing, which was about how they could have become a couple if Cosette just looked and acted differently so that she could have a better chance. Cosette felt disgusted by that comment and before Renée left, they gave her a punch that gave Renée a gapped tooth. It was the last time they ever saw her and honestly, that made them feel nothing and a bit lucky it was the beginning of summer and somewhere that no one was around to see.

It pushed those memories of the event and Renée down and brushed them off so much that it sometimes joked about it time and time again. But it doesn’t mean it had a part to play when Cosette started covering their white streaks in the 9th so at least people would make fun of their appearance that much. Though, she is surprised that she never developed a fear of worms or getting dirty from that.

The End

These are some things I want to clear up before I end this post:

Does Lucien know about the thing Renée did? The short answer is yes and he does find it funny as much as her.

How did Renée feel after getting punched in the face? She may have developed feelings for Cosette which is pretty stupid to anyone else with common sense but she is Lucien’s twin cousin so don’t expect much from her.

Does she and Marc know each other? No, especially to Marc since he only heard about her a few times from Lucien or seen pictures of her and Lucien as kids. As for Renée, she only heard of him from Lucien and that's just it and she doesn’t care about the relationship, to be honest. But as long as Lucien is happy then she is fine with it.

Also, this is what she looked like in middle school if you were wondering.

And that's it. I would like some feedback on this character and the story I came up with. Also if you’re wondering where she comes from then look at this post to see. I hope I did a good job and I would love to hear about it in the reblogs and replies since I want to improve my writing skills so these would help me to do so. Also since I’m mentioning Lucien in this, I’m just going to tag @artzychic27 , sorry if I’m disturbing you.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ocs #marc anciel #mlb ocs #Lucien Rebois #mlb season five #mlb season 5 slander #oc idea

8 notes · View notes