Descendants 2 had a lot of strong points but what this post is going to focus on is the character development in all of the characters.
Obviously this movie focused a lot on Mal. She has grown a lot from the first movie but not in a healthy way. She developed some bad habits (spelling things and people) and developed some self image issues. This is a vast difference from our defiant and confident Mal from the first movie. While I don’t like the softer Mal that was shown, even closer to the end of the movie, I like that they explored these identity issues. By the end of the movie Mal has reconnected with her roots, her group and what made her want to change in the first place. I think it leaves us with a strong Mal with more room to grow in the right direction.
THIS IS MY GIRL! Gonna be honest, I disliked her in the first movie cause she was a ditz but my girl has come a lonngggg way. Evie grew from a superficial girl into an incredibly smart, talented and confident lady. She has a booming design business and doesn’t take crap from anyone, and right beside her for these changes was her supportive boyfriend Doug. I love the dynamic they have because they are equal to each other, she is the strong one but he will still defend her to princes, he manages her business finances and supports her dreams. BUT she is not a dainty princess and he know he isn’t her “prince” but he is her knight. I will defend this ship with. My. Life. Also, she has a big heart and is fighting for the kids that she grew up with. She is going to be a great advocate for the isle.
Jay came a long way from his rule breaking enthusiastic lifestyle. He even obeys the smallest (and more sexist) of rules. We also saw that he became less aggressive than before. It was curious to see him as a responsible captain, and it was very fitting. Through out the rest of the movie we got to see him step up as a leader when Mal was lacking or when something needed to be said. Like when everyone was arguing he calmed them down and when Mal and Evie were chatting about her hair, he took initiative to bring them together. Jay is a born leader and is doing the one thing his father, jafar, could not. Being successful and compassionate in a leadership position. In the end when he forfeits his title as captain to Lonnie(?) so she can join the team that is him doing what is best for the team. She is strong and they needed her. He sacrificed his title for the greater good and I hope that doesn’t go unnoticed.
Our shy boy came a long way as well. Carlos is a more outspoken and confident person. I don’t think he lacked confidence in the first movie but I believe he was more introverted, now we see a more open Carlos who stands his ground. For example, kicking Chad out of his room repeatedly. He is dismissing a prince and gives 0 cares. We also have a slight mention of how he programmed his 3D printer to have really cool hacks and such which references his special abilities with computers. Jay can be physical, Evie can be smart, Mal can be sly and Carlos can hack. This is important. Finally we see our boy finally ask Jane out. Tbh, I didn’t see it. BUT I am not against it. The little dorks make each other happy and they make each other stronger, for Carlos he has someone to protect and for Jane she has someone who makes her feel beautiful which is not to be under-estimated.
Jane grew in a few notable ways. She became a more involved and outspoken person than the shy, squeaky girl from the first movie. Now she is coordinating big projects and making sure the schedule is kept to. BUT she is still insecure about herself and you can tell, even the way she thought Carlos wanted to go to the party as friends until he spelled it out for her is a sign of the insecurity. Carlos makes her feel beautiful and while that isn’t the best place to get a confidence boost it is still a wonderful development for a young girls self esteem to have someone like that.
well, he/she learned English so that is pretty impressive.
Ben was a goodie two-shoes in the first movie. While he developed a wicked streak in the second one, he NEVER abandoned his big heart, which is what truly makes him King Ben. He was trying to tackle the life struggles of ruling a kingdom, dealing with an engagement, helping the project areas and maintaining his grades. We know he had to quit his different sports teams because he didn’t have time, the time he spent with Mal dwindled to near nothing and we know he was overwhelmed. He never complained though. Ben is a strong character who is taking care of business and while he might not be the first to throw a punch he is powerful with words before fists, and he doesn’t let his girlfriend fight all his battles for him. In the end when he still trying to seek peace, preventing what could have been a catastrophic battle, he was doing his duty as a king. He put his life on the line. His biggest development in this movie was seeing the other side of things and understanding just how abused these kids were. It is one thing to hear about it and think you know, but he never really knew. And Uma abusing his kindness and spelling him didn’t scare him away from continuing to seek justice for these kids. Ben is a good leader.
In the first movie we never really got to explore her character. We saw that she wasn’t afraid of our lil’ villains and that she was still compassionate towards them but that was it. In this movie she is introduced as a threat. She is powerful and smart just like her mother, and she may be a love interest for Jay which is a perfect math. Talk about power couple, am I right?! I look forward to seeing more of her.
NEW CHARACTERS -
You can see the results of abuse and bullying in her personality. All she is looking for is validation. This is the entire point of “Say my name”, she wants to be acknowledged. Her dwarf rats don’t really obey her, they still challenge her constantly and call her “Shrimpy”. While she has issues, there is room for change. I really hope Disney takes the opportunity to properly show kids/people how to interact with someone who comes from that abusive background.
Harry Hook -
Dang.. Uh, not gonna lie, I am so weak to this little out law. I was practically drooling over him, and when he tickled Ben my heart skipped a beat. I could ship that, I wont cause I will be lynched, but I could. I could see him being a bigger problem in the future. He has more of a cutthroat attitude than Uma and it is clear that him and Jay have bad blood. I hope we see much more of that delectable pirate.
I bet you are one that gets to leave the isle. You don’t seem inherently bad, just kinda a dunce. Definitely room for improvement.
“So not any boys over this time?” the man asked as he worked on getting the shelf fixed.
“Hm? Oh nah, no.” you shook your head, for a moment getting distracted by his arms and how good he looked with the sleeves of the flannel rolled up “No projects to work on for this weekend.”
“Is that so huh?” he raised an eyebrow, smirking knowingly so “Come on sweetheart, it’s just me here.” he said with a small chuckle and you shrugged.
You laughed, looking away for a moment “I know real well, but I’m just being honest. Besides-” you bit your lip stealing a glimpse at him “Boys will be boys, Mr Winchester. A man is what I really need.”
“A man huh?” he sounded a lot more interested than he let it show as he tried to keep himself occupied and not fully look at you; although he did pause in thought for a moment.
“Yeah of course.” you shrugged, watching him curiously “There’s no shame in that. Like… I wouldn’t blame you if you were interested in a younger girl, Mr Winchester. If anything-” you licked your lips as he looked up at you “I think a girl my age is just what you need.”
“How so?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, lips parted and eyes darker.
Man, this took a while for me to get out but I got it done eventually. I hope you enjoy it! This is my 100th post on this blog and I’m fucking psyched guys. Enough of my happiness, here is some pain.
“Lance!” Someone screamed his name desperately behind him. Pidge. The muscles in his neck twitched, the urge to turn towards the voice was overwhelming. His stomach sank but he couldn’t look away from the ship that he was stepping towards, slowly but surely coming closer to it. Hot tears welled up in his eyes as he tried in vain to move any part of his body, but he kept marching to the open bay doors of Lotor’s ship. The prince himself stood smirking as he came closer and closer to him.
“Lance! What are doing?!” A different a voice screamed at him angrily. That was Keith. A quiet sob hitched out of his throat, although it didn’t register on his face. He didn’t even know why he was walking towards the ship. Or why none of the generals were keeping him away from it. Not even why he couldn’t move his body.
“Lance please!” Hunk. He couldn’t stand that he was the one that caused that much pain to be in his friend’s voice. His foot landed on the metal of the ship ramp, unwillingly he walked and stopped at Lotor’s side and turned to look back at the battle.
“Zethrid, we’re done here,” Lotor drawled, he gripped Lance’s face in his hand and drew him closer possessively. She grinned and slammed her hands into the ground, sending up a cloud of dirt and debris. It took less than a minute for the ship to rocket into the atmosphere and away from them.
“Lance!” Allura screamed, her eyes searching the skies for the ship.
“Everyone, get to your lions, we still have a chance of catching them,” Keith commanded running back to Black. He didn’t wait for any affirmations before he was rocketing into the skies in a vain attempt to get his teammate. He flew around the planet looking in all directions for the craft, no matter where he looked he couldn’t even find a clue to where they could have gone.
“What about Red?” Allura asked the coms. If only he was in Red right now, Black was fast but Red was like a missile. He wasn’t the red paladin though. In fact, they had just lost their red paladin. He didn’t know what to do, he was supposed to be their leader. Now, look what it had gotten them.
“Keith?” Hunk asked gently, “Did you get Lance?” He asked so innocently that Keith didn’t know if he could tell him so bluntly.
“Keith?” Pidge asked again after the moment of silence.
A/N: This is my first reader insert. This is also the first smut that I’ve done on here so bear with me. I also feel like the story line was all over the place, so I apologize in advance. Also, I apologize for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes as I’ve procrastinated really hard on this, starting this in like early April and not finishing it until 1:30 in the morning today, and I am way too tired to proof read.
How do you deal with having a crush on the hottest girl in the office? Be a complete asshole and ignore her all the time, of course.
Admittedly not my best decision, but it’s kept me from fucking her in front our co-workers, so that’s something, right? And I can’t help it. It’s not my fault that she could literally be wearing a paper bag and I’d still get a hard on. The way her jeans hug her curves and the shirts that make her look sophisticated, yet sexy at the same time. Or when she wears these cute little sun-dresses and sandals that make her legs look amazing. It can make any man fall to his knees. And to make matters worse, I was her supervisor.
Hey peeps! It is with much relief that I say I am FINALLY getting over kidney stones 2017. Just when I thought I was better, nope! More stones and 2 surgeries later, here we are! But all is better now. I had my second stint removed yesterday morning and I feel SO much better this morning. I got THE BEST sleep last night, first time in a month! All of this struck right at the beginning of my HRT journey which was really unfortunate, but IT DID NOT CONQUER ME! I stuck with my hormones even through all of the other medication once I got the green light from my doctor. Today is 29 solid consecutive days on HRT and it is definitely showing in my opinion. A picture only says so much, but my skin is getting so soft, it is really nice and makes me smile. It has been difficult separating my emotions because some things I was experiencing were because of the kidney stones or medications they had me on. So, I am excited to really tune into my mental state as I begin finishing my antibiotics and eventually get back to just taking my hormones. I did have a bit of an emotional spell right before Mothers day, but that very well might not have been hormones. I had a lot of stress going on unrelated to why I felt like I was having such intense emotions. Like I said, I am glad to be getting back to just my hormones.
Also, I know it is not Tuesday. But honestly, whatever. This shirt is comfy.
Peter and tony "Don't you /dare/ say I don't care about you!"
“Don’t say a word,” Tony said firmly, as they both stood face-to-face in the remains of Loki’s destruction, “not a single fucking one.”
Peter shuffled, opening his mouth a fraction, but Tony jerked forward, hand outstretched and a metal finger pressing against his lips, “not a single word, Peter, what part of that do you not underst- no, no, wait, never mind, don’t-”
“I understand all of it, I just sometimes really need to say things and want to know why exactly they’re happening, like now all I want to know is why I’m supposed to be keeping my mouth shut, although actually I think I’ve worked it out after saying all of this,” Peter babbled, eyes growing steadily wider the further he delved into his own sentence.
He hadn’t…. he hadn’t meant to say any of that. That had been a brain-thought, not a mouth-thought. What the fuck? “Loki- did he put a spell on us?”
Tony rolled his eyes and sighed irritably, “yes- and now if either of us asks the other a question, we will answer 100% truthfully with no filter whatsoever, so until this thing wears off, we keep our sentences completely questionless. Completely. No exceptions. ”
Peter paused for a few seconds, before blurting “I’ve never been put under a spell before. This is kinda awesome. Oh- it doesn’t hurt to remove them, does it? Oh, wait, shit, question-”
“It depends on the spell, and the emotional connection you have with it. For instance, I once got a touch-telepathy spell put on me in the middle of a fight and then had to hold a little boy while he died, which was incredibly painful, but just for different reasons- and Peter Parker I would like you to know that I fucking hate you, what do you not understand about ‘no questions’- oh, Jesus Christ-”
“Like I said, I understand all of it, but I’m not used to thinking too carefully about what I say, I mean, what if- no, shit, question word, okay….uhm,” Peter rubbed the back of his neck, trying to think how best to ask a question without asking a question, “The inflections of our voice might even affect whether we perceive it to be a question, I assume,” he said slowly.
“Yes,” Tony nodded, and then sighed again, “let it be known that I really fucking hate Loki. I thought we were done with this nonsense. I thought I wasn’t going to have any more issues with doing dumb shit under the influence of magic in front of other people. Jesus Christ. Hope you’re happy, asshole,” he muttered, looking up at the sky before turning on his heel and surveying the damage the Trickster god had left behind.
“I am, actually,” Peter said, and Tony swung back around, eyes wide, but Peter was off again, and there was no stopping him, “I always get a rush after fights that don’t end with any deaths, and generally speaking, I don’t think I’ve ever been happier with life.”
He slapped a hand over his mouth, cheeks reddening. Tony looked at him a little awkwardly, before nodding. “Right. Cool. I’m… I mean, I’m glad you’re happy. Although I was actually trying to talk to Loki.”
Peter nodded. “I was aware. I don’t… I don’t know why I said that.”
Tony’s eyebrows rose. “Oh, so it’s not just for questions that are directed at us, then? Interesting. Annoying, but- interesting.”
Peter shuffled on his feet. “So how long does it take for the spell to wear off? And what should I do when I’m around people? Sorry- I have to ask,” Peter said apologetically, and Tony huffed, but shrugged immediately after.
“Usually about 24 hours for the spell to wear off. You’re lucky it’s a Saturday, or you’d have to go to school with that shit. As it is, you can just stay with me, if you want. Or you can go home and tell Aunt May what’s happened.”
Peter thought about going home- about how many questions May always asked him when he stepped through the door, which he always veiled, just a little. The thought of him being 100% truthful to some of the questions she asked…
He shuddered in horror. “I think I’ll stay with you, if that’s alright.”
“Of course it’s alright, I love having you around,” Tony said immediately, and then clenched his eyes shut, “oh, Jesus Christ, I hate truth spells. They are the fucking worst ones. Just… just shut up and hop on, kid,” he said gruffly, opening his arms.
Peter was about to say something, but he decided against it as he stepped into Tony’s hold. There was currently an 87% chance it would go badly- which was a good 43% higher than his average rates.
The ride back was silent as expected, and when Tony dropped them on the roof, he pulled out of his suit immediately and turned on his heel. “Food in the kitchen, films on JARVIS, knock yourself out. I’m going to be ignoring you in the workshop- you come down there for nothing other than the fact that you are close to imminent death. And I mean imminent. If you are dying, but slowly, it can still wait.”
“Can’t I just come down to the workshop and be quiet?” Peter called out after him.
“Peter, you don’t know what the word ‘quiet’ even means. I’ve asked you not to speak like, 19 different times in the past ten minutes, and you have listened on exactly 0 occasions.”
“I can be quiet!” Peter called, but Tony had hopped down the stairs without looking back, and Peter was left on the roof.
He sighed. This was going to be a fun weekend.
3 films, a seasons of Brooklyn 99 and exactly one empty kitchen later, and Peter was just about ready to start jumping off the walls in boredom.
He wanted to go and see Ned. But that would just be a travesty in every single way, knowing his friend’s track record of secret-keeping mixed in with his never-ending stream of question asking.
God, he was only 14 hours into this shit.
The clean-up crews were working out on the streets- Peter could see them through the huge glass windows, and he sort of wished he could join them, but again, social situations were a bad idea at that point in time.
Goddamn Loki. Peter really didn’t like that guy. He’d already tried to destroy New York once before- and now here he’d come again, years later, doing nothing more than annoy both Tony and Peter for a couple of hours before disappearing, leaving them both with an irritating truth spell as a parting gift.
Groaning, he flicked the TV on to the news and flopped backward into the couch. It was the usual post-battle breakdown, this time with a woman standing in front of a particularly grim-looking pile of rubble, face sad as she stared into the camera.
“And once more, I am stood amongst what remains of a local supermarket, staring around me and wondering- where are the superheroes now?”
Peter rolled his eyes. Right. So it was one of those news channels. He should really turn it over, it wasn’t going to offer anything worthwhile.
At that moment, there was a hissing noise behind him, and Peter’s head turned, watching Tony as he slipped through the doors and headed to the kitchen. He waved absently in Peter’s direction, but didn’t stop to talk as he padded over to the open-plan kitchen behind Peter.
“You’d think, what with Iron Man’s lesser half being the great Tony Stark, that there’d be some funding going into the rebuild of some of these buildings, but so far, as always, the billionaire has yet to declare-”
“What bullshit,” Peter muttered, turning back to the screen and staring in disdain. Everyone knew how much Tony put in- he’d been cleaning up after the Avengers since the Battle of New York. “Who the hell do these people think they are?”
It wasn’t directed at Tony, but he must have heard it, because Peter heard the man clearing his throat to begin talking, “they’re reporters, Peter, and I’m just the target. I’m easy. They need something to base their stories on.”
Peter stopped, face scrunching up incredulously, “but you do so much for them! You fought for them in the Superhero Civil War! Why would they-”
God, he really had to work on keeping his conversations question free.
“Because no-one cares about the guy behind the IronMan faceplate, kiddo,” he said with a shrug, and then scowled, “God, Peter, you really don’t have a filter, do y-”
“I care,” Peter said indignantly, turning around fully now, back to the couch as he stared across the room and over to Tony, who was staring at him with slightly raised eyebrows.
It didn’t last long, though. Tony’s face fell a little, and he shook his head. “Right. Sure. Just… just turn the channel over, Peter-”
“Wait, do you think I’m ly- no, no, wait, sorry, you don’t have to answer-”
But Tony was already going off, mug clutched tightly between tired fingers as he glared mutinously at Peter, “of course you don’t, kid, you like me because I’m cool and I get you fancy gear, but you don’t…not really. I’m not an easy one to care for- you know that. Why do you think everyone’s left? Once the defects in my personality start outweighing the pros of my money or my influence, it stops being so fun.”
There was dead silence, where Tony just looked over at Peter, mouth hanging open in mortification. Peter was staring at him, completely shocked by what he’d just heard.
Did Tony really think….
“Jesus,” the man muttered for the billionth time, swallowing heavily and turning away, thrusting his cup back on the sideboard, “okay, well, good talk, let’s never do that again-”
And then he was speedwalking out, leaving Peter sat, stunned, on the couch, emotions growing in his stomach until he felt like he might explode with them.
What the hell? What the goddamn hell-
He jumped off the couch angrily, storming after Tony, who’d almost made it to the stairs down the corridor by that point. “HEY!” He yelled at the rapidly moving body ahead of him, and Tony jerked a little, stopping in his tracks to look over at Peter in surprise. The tone of voice, the anger in it, probably came as a bit of a shock to him. It sort of came as a surprise to Peter too, to be honest,
“What the hell?” Peter asked incredulously, flinging his hand out, “what the hell did you just say? Did you just try and tell me you don’t think I don’t care?”
“Peter, stop asking-”
“Tony, you’re so stupid! Why do you think I like hanging out at the tower so much- and no, not just the workshop, the kitchen and the living room and the gym, why do you think I do that?”
“Well, I mean, I’d guess it was just so you could-”
“Why do you think I call you when I get into trouble, or always ask you for advice, or how I text you after every scuffle I get into because I know that you worry if I don’t, I know it Tony-”
“I- I, well, I mean I just kind of assumed you were being polite? I-”
Peter choked, lip curling in exasperation. “Tony. You are a walking disaster and you worry stupid amounts about me, and you don’t understand boundaries very well and you can annoy the damn hell out of me- and you’re always, always there for me when I need you. You matter to me, Tony, for God’s sake, you’re the closest thing I’ve got to a dad. Since I met you I feel like I’ve got someone else I can rely on, which is a pretty fucking big deal to me, because all I had before was Aunt May, and I love her to pieces but it was difficult for the both of us- so don’t you dare try and tell me I don’t care, because it just makes you sound like a fucking asshole.”
Peter breathed deep, clenching his jaw and dropping the finger that had risen to point accusingly over at Tony, who was stood rigidly a few feet in front of him. His eyes were blown wide, mouth hanging open a little, and his eyebrows were almost at his hairline, they were raised that high.
No one said anything. Peter sighed, feeling the anger leaving him as suddenly as it had come. He just felt tired. Truth spells weren’t as fun as he’d previously imagined.
Tony was still staring a little incredulously, and then he jerked. A full-body spasm, like he couldn’t quite compute what he’d just heard. Peter just shook his head. “Sorry. Know you didn’t want me to ask you questions. I’ll just… yeah,” he gestured behind him and then turned away, heading back over to the living room with heavy feet.
A few seconds, later, there was the quiet hissing of the door as it shut behind Tony.
“Ask me why I said it,” Tony entered the room with a few hours later, and Peter turned, watching him march up to Peter and fold his arms stubbornly.
Peter stopped, frowning, before he realised what Tony was talking about and tensed up. “Tony, just let it g-”
“Just ask me, Peter, dammit,” Tony said again, loud and a little jerky, like he wasn’t quite sure of how to hold himself, but was giving it his best shot anyway.
Peter bit his lip. He didn’t want to drag this out any further than it needed to be-
“Peter,” Tony said, a little gentler this time, and Peter knew him well enough to know that there was an eye-roll he was trying to hold back on committing to as he looked down toward the couch, “can you let me explain myself? Please?”
Silence, again. Peter folded his arms. Tony mirrored him.
They stared stubbornly at one another.
“Why did you say it?” Peter asked, quieter than he’d intended.
Tony clenched his jaw, and then with a little spasm, he opened his mouth. “I haven’t known a lot of people who’ve been genuine with their affection before. I’m an asshole and I push people away a lot because I don’t want them to hurt me. But…I can’t afford to push you away, or be too much of an asshole to you, because you’re a kid and you need me. So I’m just waiting for you to lose interest, instead. I can’t get rid of that sort of thought-process, but I am trying. Therapy and everything, it’s fucking gross, but… you need someone reliable. I need to be better. For you. Because- I - uh, I mean….”
Tony broke off, running a hand through his hair and huffing in a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment. “You matter to me too. A lot. Uh- and I know Aunt May is your proper guardian and everything, but- but… well, I- uhm, I still consider you my own. Kid. Yeah. So…”
Tony shifted backward and forward on his feet, and he was actually blushing in embarrassment, which was a first. Peter just stared, a little shellshocked. He hadn’t been quite sure what he’d been expecting, but it certainly wasn’t that.
“Right,” Tony choked out, nodding robotically and then taking a step back, “that was entertaining, shall we both just agree to never talk to one another ever again-”
He turned on his heel, doing his little speedwalk thing toward the elevator as Peter stared at his back.
“Wait,” he blurted from the couch, getting unsteadily to his feet and then vaulting the couch, stumbling toward Tony, who had turned a little to face him.
Running up to him, Peter wrapped his arms around Tony’s shoulders and hugged. Tight. Tony stumbled a bit, and his hands wavered about in the air for a few seconds before settling lightly on Peter’s shoulder blades. “Right. Cool. Okay, hugs, then. That’s good. Healthy. Or so I’ve heard, anyway-”
“Thank you,” Peter said, breaking through the nervous ramble and squeezing Tony’s shoulders tightly, “that must have been hard.”
Tony shrugged “Eh, truth spell, you know-”
“Tony,” Peter rolled his eyes, letting go and pulling away so Tony could see it, “you really think I wasn’t counting down? The spell ended 15 minutes ago.”
Tony raised his eyebrows, and he pulled a face. “Shut up, it’s called being emotionally healthy.”
“If you think that’s emotionally healthy, you need a new therapist.”
Tony shoved him off with a muttered swear, and Peter laughed. “Are you going to come out of your workshop now?”
“Can I come into your workshop?”
“I’ll go get my shoes,” Peter said with a smile, patting Tony on the shoulder, “can you get the specs up for my suit? I have a few things I think might need tweaking.”
Tony sighed. “You’re a spoilt brat!” he called out as Peter turned back and went for the shoes that were strewn across the living room, but he pulled out his phone and started tapping at it as he turned back in the direction of the workshop, and Peter knew that the rest of the evening would pass as they worked on his suit.
He could think of worse ways to spend his weekend.
Hinata: Wow Kageyama that costume is horrifying Kageyama: What costume Hinata: How long did that zombie makeup take? How did you make your eyes look like that? Kageyama: Huh? I just got out of bed. I’m not in a zombie costume Hinata: Are… you sure? Kageyama: Not really. It’d explain my sudden urge to kill you
Yamaguchi: You know, Tsukki, you’re the least convincing murderer I’ve ever seen on Halloween ever Tsukki: Why? Yamaguchi: Because the only kill you’ll ever do is on a volleyball court Tsukki: Well Yamaguchi you’re the least convincing devil I’ve ever seen on Halloween Yamaguchi: My costume would kick your costumes ass. Tsukki: Because you’re an angel. Wait you didn’t set me up for the line.
Sugawara: Daichi you’re in a skeleton costume Daichi: That I am Suga, That I am. Sugawara: I’m gonna get that spooky bone dick Daichi: Excuse me Sugawara: Did I fucking stutter
Noya: Hey Asahi, doesn’t it bother you that Halloween is the only night of the year people aren’t scared of you? Asahi: No. Why would it? Noya: Because you’re not wearing a costume. Asahi: Oh.
Bokuto: Akaaaaaaashi! Look what I got Akaashi: It’s a cheap halloween decoration that says spoopy Kuroo: It’s terrifying, Bokuto Bokuto: No, Kuroo. It’s spoopy Kuroo: It’s so fucking spoopy Akaashi: I know I’m only dressed like a zombie because it’s halloween but I still want to die
Yaku: Lev Lev: Hey Yaku-san! Yaku: I didn’t want to confront you about this but… you do realise that your cat costume is a literal fursuit, right? Lev: A what? It’s supposed to be furry it’s a cat Yaku: Yeah, but, actual furries. Where did you get this? Lev: I got it used from this dude I guess wore it last halloween Yaku: What are those white stains
Oikawa: Hey Iwaizumi your costume is terrifying. You should really tone it down. Iwaizumi: I’m literally dressed as a super hero Oikawa Oikawa: Terrifying. Take it off. It’s unacceptable Iwaizumi: I can’t just take my clothes off at a party Mattsun: Yes he can Oikawa: Yes you can Iwaizumi: I am not doing that
Mattsun: Hey everyone, Makki found an ouija board Makki: Look it’s spelling out something S-E-N-D-N-U-D-E-S Makki: Nice Mattsun: Nice
Star vs. The Forces of Evil Episodes In One Sentence
Star Comes to Earth: Princess Cinnamon Roll that Could Kill you comes to earth and meets Misunderstood safe kid.
Party With a Pony: Spoopy Wardens hunt for the glitter pony while Star gets ice for Marco’s sweaty back.
Matchmaker: In which we learn it was probably a bad idea to give Star the wand in the first place.
School Spirit: Star misunderstands football and Marco tries to get Ferguson to blow his whistle not in that way.
Monster Arm: “Not my bowels! I love my bowels!”
The Other Exchange Student: Star is jealous of the meatball man from Bakersfieldville.
Cheer Up Star: “It’s supposed to be ironic!”
Quest Buy: Very accurate depiction of what it is like to work in retail.
Diaz Family Vacation: Both Marco and Star see new sides of their dads but that’s not necessarily a good thing
Brittney’s Party: Star and Marco party with someone who hates them while Ludo hijacks a bus
Mewberty: Star gets horny and snares boys in her web but not in that way
Pixtopia: Marco messed up and Alfonso marries Ferguson’s rebound
Lobster Claws: “… You can’t eat children.” “Really? Not even the annoying ones?”
Sleep Spell: “Camera Phooone!”
Blood Moon Ball: We’re suppose to ship them now, right?
Fortune Cookies: Love is never the answer kids
Freeze Day: Father Time offers Star and Marco some mud before riding away on his wheel-mobile pulled by giant time-hamsters I am not making this up.
Royal Pain: King Santa Claus destroy mini-golf
St. Olga’s Reform School for Wayward Princesses: Princess Prison sure is a nightma–OH MY GOD ARE THOSE CLUBS?!
Mewnipendence Day: No wonder monsters hate Mewmans so much.
The Banagic Wand: Star still doesn’t get Earth and like all of us, Marco is always hungry.
Interdemensional Field Trip: Miss Skullnick fears the “Big Change” while Marco sends Jackie cat memes
Marco Grows a Beard: Ludo is out, Toffee is in, and Marco will probbaly be terrified of beards forever
Storm the Castle: “SURPRISE!”
My New Wand!: DIP DOOOWN
Ludo in the Wild: Wait, since when did Ludo become badass?
Mr. Candle Cares: “Star and I have recently become smooch buddies… On the lips.”
Red Belt: Marco searches for a meaning in life and Star searches for hammer.
Star on Wheels: *epic remix of Marco saying Star is in trouble*
Fetch: Marco can’t open juice and Star runs away from her problems and sending thank you cards
Star vs. Echo Creek: Star gets high and destroys a police car
Wand to Wand: Both Ludo and Star are terrible at magic also major ship tease
Starstruck: Star and her idol Sailor Super Saiyan destroy a park and Marco is 100002% done with this shit
Camping Trip: King Butterfly has a mid-life crisis and tries to control an eagle
Starsitting: They’re gonna be great parents some day.
On the Job: Buff Dad is best dad and buff babies are adorable
Goblin Dogs: “You might think this line is long, but listen to my goblin song!~”
By the Book: Ludo and Star still suck at magic and Glossaryck is a bigger troll than Alex Hirsch
Game of Flags: Queen has no patience and legs.
Girls’ Day Out: Janna is back and is still awesome btw
Sleepover: “TRUTH! STAR HAS A CRUSH ON MA–” *cube gets crushed*
Gift of the Card: R.I.P. Rasticore Chaosus Disastorvayne… He couldn’ get his fucking chainsaw to work
Friendenemies: Star becomes one with Christmas tree while Tom and Marco go on a date and sing a romantic pop ballad.
Is Mystery: Meatfork is apparently a family name and Ludo is really starting to freak me out tbh
Hungry Larry: “He’s still hungry…”
Spider with a Top Hat: He tries and he is awesome and that’s all that matters
Into the Wand: SPAAAAADESS!!!
Pizza Thing: Marco is OCD about mushroom and Pony Head buys skinny jeans
Page Turner: Glossaryck is awesome and how did Moon miss Lizard-Loki in the orb?!
Naysaya: Tomco friendship confirmed and Marco finally asks out Jackie while Star the supportive noodle armed friend cheers on
Bon Bon the Birthday Clown: Starco fans cry, Jarco fans rejoice, and Ludo now has the book god dammit Nefcy
Raid the Cave: Glossaryck is the true neutral asshole.
Trickstar: Weird Al is a treasure and I’ll mes up anyone who makes Marco cry!
Baby: *glances around nervously* So… Star is similar to Eclipsa, huh? *Nervous laughter* Great…
Running With Scissors: Marco gets a new edition to his shipping harem and she is so cute!!!!!!
Mathmagic: Don’t worry Star, I can’t math either.
The Bounce Lounge: Marco is definitely the mom friend.
Crystal Clear: The Chancellor guy is amazing and Rhombulus just needs a hug and wAS THAT ECLIPSA IN THE BACKGROUND?
The Hard Way: “SURPRISE!” 2.0
Collateral Damage: Marco how do you not know what a possum is?
Just Friends: I’m fine! *blows up sign to prove just how fine I am*
Face the Music: Moon=Badass, Star=Why?, River=Loving Husband, Marco=Shocked, and we got to meet Ludo’s family so pretty cool episode overall.
Star Crushed: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH–remember when we though Bon Bon the Birthday Clown was the end of the world?–AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH
Hey hello so I’ve been making false starts on this idea for a fic for MONTHS now and I attempted maybe five different versions of it with vastly different storylines, none of which really worked, and in the end I just spent three days on this and meh okay here goes. Simon can’t deal with his feelings for Baz so he uses magic to repress them.
upset with me, because I didn’t ask her where she’d been. I think. She’s been
gone the entire day, and I just figured she had something she needed to do or
she was sick or she needed a day off, and I pushed it out of my mind, and I
didn’t say anything. She thinks I don’t care enough about where she is, or what
she’s doing. She thinks that if I like her, those are things I should worry
upset with me, because we’ve barely spent any time together over the last week.
She thinks I’m too busy following Baz around to care that I’m never around her.
She thinks that as her boyfriend, I should want to spend time around her. But I
do want to spend time around her. I just know Baz is up to something.
keeps nagging at me, because she thinks it’s weird that I don’t talk about
Agatha much. I don’t think she has a problem with it, but she’s convinced that
I don’t like Agatha the way I did in fourth year. In fourth year, I wouldn’t
shut up about her. I told her that liking Agatha doesn’t mean I have to think
about her all the time.
no, but it’s a known symptom,’ Penny said.
says it’s strange that Agatha doesn’t seem to get under my skin. The other day
Agatha got frustrated with me for botching up a spell, and Penny said she was
surprised when I didn’t seem really worked up about it.
because you guys know what my magic is like,’ I said. ‘Agatha’s just
frustrated, she’s not judging me.’
says I used to try so hard to impress Agatha, but now she thinks I’m just going
through the motions. I told her I’m trying to be a good boyfriend, and she said
I’m only doing it because it’s what I’m supposed to do.
you saying, Penny?’ I finally ask. I know she’s getting at something.
don’t think you two are that into each other,’ she says. ‘What she said didn’t
would I be pissed at her? She wasn’t trying to upset me. Not like when Baz says
things like that.’
It does bother me when Baz insults me. (Not
to mention the fact that he does it all the time. It’s his favourite hobby.)
barely hang out together anymore.’
I’m just busy…’ Following Baz. Trying to figure out what he’s plotting. There
have been weeks where I barely let him out of my sight.
never talk about her,’ Penny continues.
I talk about, then?’
sighs. ‘You talk about Baz.’
because, fine, she’s right. I probably do talk about Baz too much. I probably
do think about Baz too much. A lot more than I think about Agatha.
‘Where is Baz?’ I say. ‘What’s he up to? I need
to know where he is.’ I need to see him. I need to be around him.
an accident in class turns simon’s hair pink, triggering old memories for baz and bringing the two of them closer than before
a/n: much love to @cherryonsimon for the beta! go tell her nice things!! @bazwillendinflames i don’t know if this is exactly the fic you were imagining but thank you for getting me out of my writing slump ^__^ from now until the end of july i will be posting a new fic every wednesday so you can track the tag #egfics to keep up!! (the readmore might not work on mobile so just click my url to get to the post!!)
I smell Snow before I see him. I’d know the scent anywhere. The cloying smokiness of him; forever the cruelest joke. I hear him too, clomping up the stairs in that way of his. Like he’s always got somewhere to be, and he has to be bloody loud to get there.
He gets closer to the room, and I brace myself. I don’t know what kind of mood he’s in, but I don’t feel like fighting today. I haven’t been to any of my classes . Instead, I’ve been working on a paper for my last one of the day, and I still haven’t finished. (It’s Snow’s fault, of course. I’ve had days, but he keeps distracting me.)
The door to our room flies open with a bang and there’s Snow, breathing heavy and scowling. He looks like he’s just been for a run. I almost comment on his appearance, something snide and cutting. Something sure to remind him that we hate each other.
Then I notice his hair. It’s…
It’s pink. Simon’s hair–his normally bronze hair–is pink. Not just pink, but the colour and texture of the candy floss. The kind I used to get whenever I went to the fair with my mother when I was a child. When my mother was still alive. The memory hits me hard. She’d despised the stuff. Hated the way it made everything sticky and pink. But she knew I loved it, and made sure to get me one every time.
Feelings that had been locked away for years threaten to spill out, and I turn my head. I can’t look at him. Not with that hair. It hurts too much. I can feel Snow glaring at me, though I can’t imagine why. Surely he can’t be blaming me for this. I wasn’t even in class today; again, I’ve been working on this paper. I wonder what I missed.
The door to the evidence lockup swung open, revealing an anxious Rosa. “Jake, I need to talk to you about something before Gina gets here… what are you doing?”
Jake stopped disassembling the confetti cannons and turned to face the confused Rosa, wiping non-existent sweat from his brow in a vain attempt at looking tough. “Well, I was preparing for Gina and her baby’s big entrance, but Terry says you can’t shoot confetti at an infant. What kind of rule is that?” He shrugged. “I’m guessing I’m gonna have to get rid of the sparklers, too, huh?”
“Probably,” Rosa agreed. “Look, Jake, you had such great advice when it came to my parents…”
“Well, yeah,” Jake agreed, adopting a dramatic tone. “I guess when you speak from the heart… dammit, I got confetti in my Lucky Charms.”
“Jake,” Rosa began again, unamused. “I still haven’t told Gina that I’m bi.”
“Really? That’s what’s got you worried?” he asked in disbelief. “It’s Gina, she’ll be totally cool with it.”
“Are you sure?” Rosa narrowed her eyes. “I mean, I’m not saying she won’t accept it, but… you know, sometimes people don’t like change.”
“You haven’t changed,” Jake reminded her. “You’re the same as you’ve always been. Gina will get that. Besides, she’s got a baby now. She’s got more important things to worry about.”
“Guess so,” Rosa agreed hesitantly. “Thanks, man.” She turned to walk out.
“I think I aciddentally superglued my hands together.”
“What the hell were you using-”
“She’s here, she’s here!” Boyle squealed, practically skipping around the room. “I’ve missed my sister so much!”
“In the bathroom checking out the weird pimple on his butt. He says if he’s not out in ten minutes, he needs one of us to go in and pop it for him,” Hitchcock answered calmly.
“Nose goes,” Jake announced, frantically slamming his index finger against his nose.
“Nobody’s gonna be popping Scully’s ass zit,” Terry informed the group loudly, glaring at Hitchcock.
“Okay, okay, focus, people, focus!” Amy snapped. “It’s just like we rehearsed. When the captain gives us the word that Gina is in the elevator…”
The elevator opened, revealing Gina in all her usual splendor, her baby girl balanced on her hip. “Greetings, peasants,” she announced, boldly strutting out. If it wasn’t for the drooling infant, it would have seemed as if nothing had changed. “I have arrived in order to bless you both with my presence and that of my spawn.”
“I apologize for not signaling, Santiago.” Captain Holt emerged from behind Gina. “But Peralta changed the code word so many times I’m afraid I lost count.”
“Sorry, Babe,” Jake muttered, watching his irritated fiancée with wide, guilty eyes.
“It’s great to see you, Gina,” Terry cut in, making his way over to the woman and her child. “You look great.”
Gina chuckled. “As do you, Terrence, as do you.” She turned to address the crowd once more. “I know my maternal glow may frighten some, but don’t be afraid. Come, cradle my child if you wish, but please wash your hands if you’re going to touch her.” She protectively hugged her child closer. “And Hitchcock, you and Scully are required to stay at least ten feet away at all times.”
“Can I hold her?”
The question shocked everyone in the room into silence, all except for a giggling baby girl who was reaching out towards the cuff of the expectant detective’s leather jacket.
“Oh, of course,” Gina replied after a moment, tenderly passing the baby into Rosa’s arms. “Now, make sure you keep her head elevated- yeah, just like that.” Gina smirked down at the little girl’s round face. “She loves her Auntie Rosa, doesn’t she?”
Rosa smiled as she became more comfortable with the action. “Huh. This is what you’ve been missing out on work to do?”
Gina sighed. “Well, there’s something she does that reminds me a whole lot of this precinct.”
“What’s that?” Rosa asked, genuinely curious, before wrinkling her nose in disgust. “Gross.” She held the baby out in front of her right as it began to bawl.
Gina took her back. “Yep, her little poops smell just like Scully’s feet,” she announced. “I’ve been trying to train her to warn me by chanting ancient witches’ spells right before she takes a dump, but she hasn’t really caught on.” She patted her daughter’s back, trying to soothe her. “Captain, can we discuss what happens when I get back in, say, five minutes? I need to change this one’s diaper.” She didn’t wait for Holt’s approval before casting her gaze to Amy. “Hey, Ames, you wanna come give me a hand?”
Amy smiled sweetly and placed a hand over her heart, truly touched. “You want my help with your baby?” she asked earnestly.
“Yeah, I think I forgot a diaper, and that jacket looks close enough to one.”
“Well, Gina, we’re pleased to see you in good health,” Captain Holt began, sitting across from his secretary at his desk.
“Very conversational of you, Captain,” Gina noted. “Has Jake been teaching you small talk while I’ve been gone?”
“Yes, much to my dismay,” he answered. “But I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to ask a few more questions.”
“Ask away, for I am a fountain of knowledge,” Gina said with a flourish of her hand. The baby made a farting noise.
“How’s this small human’s father, who, if I recall correctly, is also a cousin of Boyle’s?” The captain inquired, eyebrows raised.
“We actually split up,” Gina informed him, waving it off. “We weren’t in sync.”
“I see,” he responded, puzzled. “And he’s still involved with the child?”
“Yes,” Gina answered. “We simply won’t be producing any more offspring. It’s probably for the best, too. Any more and they might try to assassinate her as the one true heir.” She hugged her baby protectively, as if this was a very real and dangerous threat.
“I see,” Holt repeated, unable to read Gina’s expression.
There was a knock on the door before Charles cracked it open. “Captain, Scully’s trapped in the toilet again. Sarge says he can’t get him out. Should we call plumbing?”
Holt sighed, rubbing his temples in exasperation. “Excuse me,” he told Gina, standing up and walking briskly out into the bullpen. “Peralta, put the power drill down!”
Boyle’ feet stayed planted just inside the office, though. “I don’t mean to pry,” he began, tone suggesting that he very much meant to pry. “But I heard you split up with Milton. How’re you holding up?”
“None of your business, Charles.”
“It’s very much my business. You’re my sister and he’s both my cousin and the father of your child.”
Gina groaned. “You have got to stop saying stuff like that, Boyle,” she chided.
“Answer the question,” he pressed.
“I’m fine,” Gina answered, waving him off. “Better than fine, actually. I have brought into this world a child free of the constraints of a patriarchy ridden society.”
“Oh,” Boyle exclaimed softly. “Cool.” He looked out the window into the bullpen, looking directly at Rosa’s desk. “So, did Rosa tell you?” he asked, lifting his eyebrows.
“That she broke up with Pimento?” Gina inquired. “Oh, I saw that coming way before it happened. They were like a flame: the burned bright while they lasted, but eventually they burned out.”
“Okay…” Boyle frowned. “Not what I meant, though. You know, how she came out as bi?”
Gina smiled knowingly. “Yeah, I figured.”
She waved vaguely. “There were… signs.”
“Really?” Boyle repeated, still confused.
“Well, only a trained eye such as mine could pick up on them,” she explained mysteriously.
Boyle grinned. “Is she gonna introduce you guys?” he asked in excitement.
“What are you talking about?”
From behind Boyle, Gina caught of a beautiful woman marching through the bullpen, past a group of uniformed officers, right up to Rosa’s desk, and…
“Oh.” Finals voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. Her lips remained parted as she stared in shock at the gorgeous woman who was kissing Rosa in front of everyone, not giving a damn who was watching.
“Yeah,” Boyle said, awkwardly shoving his hands in his pockets. “They do that a lot.”
Gina cleared her throat. “Charles, it’s been a while since I fed her,” she informed him, hoisting her baby up. “Mind giving me some privacy?”
“Oh, of course! Hey, how’s the breastfeeding been going? Does it hurt? Genevieve and I have all these great, informative books from back when we were trying to inseminate-”
Gina groaned loudly. “How is it that you’re making the miracle of life repulsive?” She questioned incredulously. “Get out!”
He obliged, scurrying away, shouting something about a plunger and and Scully’s buttocks as he went, leaving Gina to state out into the bullpen.
Gina placed her daughter on Holt’s desk, one hand on her back to steady her. She grabbed the pride flag from Holt’s pencil cup and began chewing on the end, but Gina was too preoccupied to care.
She’d run out of chances. She had a baby now, and Rosa, finally comfortable in her identity, had found a beautiful girlfriend… they both had very different needs in life right now. And Gina was happy for her. She wanted everything to go perfectly for Rosa Diaz, to never see her go through another heartbreak again. And yet…
“Hey,” she whispered, taking her daughter’s hand. “You see her? You see your Auntie Rosa?” She pointed the baby’s chubby finger at the incredible, brave detective. “That’s the love of my life. It took me way too long to realize it, but… that’s my girl.”
The baby couldn’t possibly have understood what her mother had just said, but she turned to look at the other woman, now leaning against Rosa’s desk and speaking softly. Whatever she was saying, it was lighting Rosa’s face up. Gina used to be the one that did that. “And that… that’s her girl.”
Okay in response to my crytyping post and all the people asking about my race
I am white, yes. I’m very aware that crytyping was originally done by racist white people who were being called out for their racist behavior
It was still ableist then
And the jokes, especially the ones made on my post and many others, are really fucking ableist
I frequently misspell words and sometimes have to quadruple check to make sure I have everything spelled right and have the right verb tenses
Here i am wkth autocorrect turned off–in a fairly stable mental stste. Notice how easy it is for me to make mistakes even wien im not in distrwss. Imagine if i qere in distrwss typing this–it would look a lot worse
I know real crytyping is more like what I just typed, not a bunch of random keysmashed and space like the jokes show
Honestly I am tired of elves and how I’m constantly told that elves are the only relevant race of Dragon Age. The last time I looked the game was not called Elf Age. I really am praying there is content on the Kal-Sharok Dwarves in the next game. I want to see Tal-Vashoth who are NOT these blood thirsty monsters they are made out to be. How about a nice village where they DO NOT follow the Qun and just want to LIVE THEIR LIFE?? I even WANT a human COMMONER origin. If there is a city elf origin great. I will even play it but right now I am just tired.
Hey Confessor. No worries. Your Confession is fine. And I did check when doing this confession. You spelled Kal-Sharok Correct!! :-)
“The things I want to do to you,” Derek goes on. “Wanted to spank
you when you mouthed off to me, imagined pinning you down and fucking
your thighs until you are screaming to be fucked, throw you over the
back of my couch and pound into you until you are broken.”
Derek is cursed with a truth spell and just needs to tell Stiles all the filthy things he has always dreamed of doing to him.
“Scott. You call me back right fucking now. What the unholy hell is
going on with Derek right now? This is … this is NOT RIGHT. Is he
possessed? He’s … talking. A lot. And SAYING NICE THINGS ABOUT ME.
Really specific, awkward things. What’s going on, man? Am I
hallucinating? Call me back right. fucking. now.”
Fucking witches, man. Stiles has dealt with them
before, but a truth spell, seriously? Not to mention he had to swap spit
with one of them to make the spell work, and the only person he’d like
to swap spit with is Derek, thank you.
To top it all off, Lydia, Allison, and Erica only make it worse.
Through the trials and tribulations of the past year or so in Beacon
Hills, the social circle of the pack has grown and shrunk in various
ways. The only thing that’s remained a constant is that Derek and Stiles
really don’t seem to get along too well. Neither of them seem to want
to budge from this stable state they’re in, but it just feels
uncomfortable for the both of them. They can’t seem to understand each
other, neither able to really see them. Only through brand new eyes
could they really see for the first time.
Rn I'm living on kind of a toxic house for idk how much longer (trying to move out asap) but a lot of things make me anxious/angry/feel all kinds of negative emotions. Could this affect my magic? If so, what can I do to fix that? I can't go anywhere else to do magic and I have to be discreet, my parents are hardcore Christians. I don't want to stop doing witchcraft tho, I really enjoy it even if it doesn't work, it kinda helps me feel better.
It can if you think it will. I assume that’s already a worry in your mind, since you’re asking this question. It’s like how we say doubting your spells can actually help them fail - this is sort of in that vein of thought. If you think it matters, that it will have an impact on your impact, then it can.
A lot of people talk about not needing to be in a calm / positive state when it comes to your spellwork - it really comes down to your frame of mind. Some spells require those emotions to fuel them - mostly curses, but certain spells call for you bring up those things to bind or banish them as well.
So, at that point it’s a matter of letting yourself believe and know that it will not affect your magic, and trying to keep the doubt from your mind. And I know it’s easier said than done, but as long as you keep trying, keep pushing those thoughts, eventually one day it will just be that way (the whole “fake it ‘till you make it” mantra, right?).
You can still research magic and call yourself a witch, even if you’re taking a break between castings. I mean, it’s been, like, months since I did a “proper” spell, with candles and crystals and herbs and stuff like that. But here I am, still a witch, just focusing on expanding my knowledge at this time. That can be an option if you are willing to wait until you leave the house to do magic, so the negativity won’t impact it. And it makes me feel better too, I feel you.
Otherwise, you have a couple of other options as well.
You can [cast a ward] (tw: gif) around your bedroom - think of it like a layer of thick and potent energy coating your walls, as close to them as possible - so as not to allow any other negativity from the rest of your house in. Here are some more options for warding techniques:
From there, [cleanse often] to keep any negativity out of your space, and from you. A discreet cleansing is open up a window and direct the airflow to come in, sweep up any negativity, and bring it back out again. The “light visualization” is also a wonderful way to cleanse a space with no tools. You can also [decontaminate people before they enter your space], an amazing idea brought forward by @stsathyre.
Self cleansing is also great to help with any negativity you may have picked up in the meantime - you still have to interact with the rest of the house right? Shampoos and body washes can be enchanted simply to help you cleanse as well as clean in your shower. My favorite method of self cleansing is standing out in the rain as it falls - and it’s getting to be better weather (at least where I am), the ideal time for this!
Discreet practicing comes down to a lot of [energy work], in my opinion - you don’t need any tools, really, just your own body and an understanding of working with energy. I do spells with my intent and tapping debit machines to make them load faster. I also draw down rain by willing it, and some subtle hand gestures.
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader (ft. Voldemort)
Content/Warnings: Angst; fluff; torture
A/N: Sorry this is out so late guys, I had family come in today so it’s been hectic. This was an anon request, asking for:
Draco x reader where Draco is a Death Eater and the reader is his long time girlfriend, who is a Slytherin but not a Death Eater. And Voldemort threatens and tortures the reader, so Draco would do what Voldemort wants from him. And Draco would like promise the reader that he will do whatever it takes to keep the reader safe
I hope you guys enjoy this one!
You were in danger. Well, everyone was, all things considered. But you in particular. Mainly because you were dating Draco Malfoy, who had joined the Death Eaters in order to appease his parents. That meant you were fair game to use as incentive. No one ever said that Voldemort played fair. After all, if he played fair, you would be safe at Hogwarts, instead of tied up at the Malfoy Manor, which Voldemort was using as his headquarters. According to Bellatrix, you were waiting to see the Dark Lord himself.
You knew that Voldemort preyed on fear and control. That’s why he had you tied up, and why he was making you wait. You were wandless, virtually defenseless, and completely at the mercy of him and the other Death Eaters. You really wished that somehow, Draco would swoop in and save the day. Unfortunately, that wasn’t exactly how it happened. Draco was shoved in the room first, looking extraordinarily pale. He was followed by Voldemort, in all his snake-like glory.