Second installment of the Jasper Hale imagine series “Let It Pour,” requested by anon. “Hi there (: okay, do you think you can continue the Jasper imagine Let it Pour? Your wrote it months ago, but I just came across your blog and the way you ended it was amazing, you’re very talented. I just want to see how Jasper & y/n rekindle: he’d avoid her at 1st, she’s strong so she tries to move on,not onto someone else but emotionally(angst here), but eventually they come back to each other (end w/ fluff). Please and thank you (:” Hope you like it!
It was as if he had never crossed paths with you, never set foot on the dampened earth that coated the town of Forks like a carpet of waterlogged velvet. His presence had been eradicated completely from all but your memory. His family still attended school, though now without their brother by their side, the lot of them pointedly ignoring you as if you were nothing more than a shadow in the halls. Only Alice, whose eyes you caught on more occasions than one, paid you any mind; she was watching, always, though most of the time she averted her gaze faster than you could comprehend, but her stare was as searing as her silence was frigid. You couldn’t help but wonder if Jasper was having her keep an eye on you, or if perhaps her attentiveness was merely due to your presence fading in and out of her visions as both Jasper and yourself thought and retracted the thought of rekindling what had been tarnished to the point of dilapidation beneath the torrential fall of rain. Perhaps it was hopeless, allowing yourself to entertain the idea that so absent a figure in your life could be plagued by thoughts of your face, your name… but you couldn’t help imagining a man who had claimed he loved you just as much, if not more, than you loved him experiencing some degree of pain due to your separation. Lord knows it was borderline agonizing for you. You tried not to dwell on the thought of him, the halo of golden hair that shrouded so perfect a face, the honey of his eyes, the burning of his voice, the fire in his icy touch… no, it was best if you locked his memory in a vault. He clearly had no intention of returning. Maybe, just maybe, you’d be so lucky as to see him sometime after your ninetieth birthday, when he thought you were long dead and made his return to Forks. For now, you allowed yourself the thought of him racing through the trees of some dense forest, far enough away from human civilization that he could be completely free.
Your hand had fully healed, thanks to the attentions of a certain Carlisle Cullen, leaving the whisper of a scar left in the crease of your palm. You were sure the shining pink that now puckered your skin would fade, too, but until that time it would serve as a constant reminder of the simple mistake that had cost you something wonderful. Images of his inky silhouette straining against the glow of evening as it seeped through your window haunted your dreams; the tension held in his muscles was painful to witness, the hardness of his clenched jaw so rigid it was immobile. He spoke your name, and each night you ran to his side, watching portraits flash before your eyes with a patient sort of hysteria… his face resting gently against a bed of moss, streaked by the fall of rain, his smile growing wider as he reached for your hand in the halls of Forks High, his skin shimmering beneath the forgiving rays of sunlight, his lips pursed as he tampered with your fear from afar when you found yourself facing the truth of his immortality. You drank his features like sugared milk, retaining as much of him as you could bear as you fought the leaden darkness swarming your limbs to slow your pursuit, your fingertips outstretched to touch his shoulder… and he was gone. You woke each night in an empty bedroom, your hand falling absentmindedly to the divot he had created in your mattress, foolishly expecting to find his chest awaiting your touch. If it wasn’t his face, it was his temperature you found yourself missing; you were always feverish at nights, or struck with a sudden flash of heat, only you were now left without remedy. He was a ghost wandering the vacant halls of your memory, proving himself impossible to forget.
It was injury enough that he had taken the liberty to erase himself from your life, but worse a wound when, weeks later, he finally returned to school. It was as if your heart had stopped in your chest, finally as still and as silent as his own, when you saw the familiar width of his back straining against the tightness of his shirt. The glorious waves of his hair hung like loose threads of spun gold, suspending diamonds of fallen rain as effortlessly as ever, holding the gems of a storm like an embroidered bodice. You were frozen where you stood, your backpack weighing heavily on your shoulder, your hands limp at your side. He, too, was still; he remained unmoving as Alice’s eyes fell, unmet, upon your face, her hands attempting to guide him further down the hallway. You knew enough about his condition to understand that he could smell you, and therefore knew you were present. Hell, he could’ve smelled you a mile away… and yet he proceeded, somewhat rigidly, down the hall, increasing the distance between you, without once turning to meet your eye. You burnt a hole in the back of his head with your stare, watching him abandon you without so much as a second thought. You held yourself upright by some miracle of gravity, your body sapped of all energy, your limbs lifelessly numb as the world passed you by, your eyes following the glow of his hair as he waltzed away from you. You realized now how generous he had been to disappear; it was far worse to have him here… to have him here and not here all at once, to watch his sister lead him away from the risk of reconciliation, her fingers claw-like as they pierced the muscles of his forearm, ushering him away from one outcome or another that she had foreseen. You knew her intentions were goodhearted, but you had never felt more betrayed than in that moment. You hung, suspended in the air, until the bell rang and pulled you from your trance.
That afternoon, you stepped into the rain with full intent to drown yourself in the downpour. You didn’t care enough to shield your hair with a hood, nor your body with an umbrella, as you pushed through the doors separating the safety of the school from the hellish storm beyond the walls. You were among the first to rush from your classroom, though your movements were far less vibrant than your classmate counterparts. You moved like the dead, swift despite your numbness, eager to escape the social confines that made it impossible to cry freely without suffering the judgement of others. You longed for the serenity of your home, the quiet of your bedroom, the calm of an environment you knew would keep the spilling of your emotions a secret. Walls couldn’t talk. Students, on the other hand… well, there wasn’t much else the average high schooler was universally good at. You trudged through the sheets of icy rain towards the promised warmth of your car, your hair sticking in strands to your cheeks by the time you reached the driver’s side door. You slid behind the wheel, your brain on autopilot, fighting back the burning image of his back as it bit at the vault door you were so desperate to spin shut. All you cared to do was survive the drive home through the Friday rush of reckless drivers and lose yourself in the unattached surrender of sleep. You drove with practiced precision, peering almost unfeelingly through the falling rain until you pulled into your driveway, proceeding to enter your home without so much as an absent thought. You were off, it seemed, moving and breathing with just the basics to survive, your cheeks burning with the pressure of your mind scorching against the wall you had erected. No, you wouldn’t spare him any tears. You wouldn’t spare him a single sliver of your mind. You flooded your brain with void blankness, pulling your comforter back before throwing yourself in all your rain-slick glory onto the cushioned comfort of your mattress, steering clear of his side of the bed as you pulled the cotton canopy over your head. Your mind was good to you. Merciful, even. You slept easily.
Your dream was tainted by the events of the day. His silhouette was turned away from you, shielding the heavenly image of his face, your feet carrying you as desperately as ever toward an uncaring, guarded figure cut from the darkness by the dull glow of his diamond flesh. You whisked away the images of his smile, the echo of his laughter, your brow furrowed with determination as you raced, unhindered, to his back. Your hand grasped his shoulder, thrilling at the contact, spinning him to face you, his golden eyes burning with shock, his adoration unhindered by the surprise that painted his features. Your palm cradled his cheek, the ice of his skin melting effortlessly into the fabric of your subconscious, watching his parted lips sigh into the ghost of a smile. His shoulders angled toward your body as your dream snapped unceremoniously to the evening of your waking reality. You sat bolt-upright, disoriented by the passing of time, your eyes falling quickly on the figure that was perched on the ledge of your windowsill, his body freezing to see you waking so soon. He was exactly as you remembered him; of course he had remained unchanged, but it was more than the flawless resistance of time that struck you as familiar… he was rigid, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes locked painfully on your own. You exhaled quickly, the wind forced from your lungs by the sheer surprise of his presence, both of you remaining unchanged outside of your frozen astonishment for an endless minute. He had not parted his lips to speak, but the manner in which he held himself suggested he had fully intended to explain himself. Then, with your next inhale, he was upon you, moving with impatient and inhuman speed to mold his body to yours, his palms guiding your lips to his with the ease of familiarity. The floodgates burst, and the river roared in.
His lips crushed against yours with a passionate fervor you had never witnessed in the man, his hands moving to your waist to cement your body to his own, all but pulling you from your bed as he lavished your mouth with his. His fingers tangled in the silk of your hair, his thumb caressing the curvature of your cheekbone as he breathlessly mobilized his apology. Your hands closed easily at the back of his neck, all but clawing his skin as you forced yourself ever closer to him, running your palms along the broadness of his back, clinging breathlessly to his shoulders as his tongue traced the curve of your lower lip. He finally pulled himself away, separating briefly before resting his forehead against your own, his hands on your cheeks once more. He shook his head, visibly torn by the anguish that so obviously ravaged his body, his ragged inhales moving against your beating heart. You breathed in the luxury of his scent, your eyes absorbing every minute detail of his body, the vault door blown from its hinges as you matched every aspect of him to the memories you had suppressed. He exhaled raggedly, his eyes burning brightly as they met your own, the gold of his irises molten with adoration.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he breathed, his voice breaking under the weight of his guilt, no more than a whisper in the darkness, his pained features illuminated only by the moonlight streaming in through your window. “I’m so sorry, Y/n. I can’t believe I-” He choked on his apologies, his thumbs working over your jaw, his lips finding yours once more, his urgency bleeding through his skin and into yours, your hands spreading smoothly over the hardened expanse of his chest. He caught your hand as it rose along the center of his chest, stopping your movement as your fingertips kissed the angled neckline of his sweater, holding your palm over his unbeating heart. He moved from your lips, then, his eyes dropping to your palm, his fingers turning your hand in the darkness as he searched for the remnants of your minor injury. After determining that you were fully repaired, he lifted your palm to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to the thin layer of scarring that remained, your skin electric under the softness of his lips. His eyes met yours as he tipped his face downward, inhaling deeply at your wrist before lowering your hand between your bodies. He sighed then, as if emptying himself of sorrow, releasing freely into the bliss of the moment. “I’m sorry I left you,” he whispered, his tone grounded with the power his volume lacked, compensating with resonance rather than expose his presence to your sleeping parents. “I thought, stupidly, that staying away from you would prevent what almost happened in the woods from happening, more severely, in the future. I couldn’t bear the thought… if I had been any slower, any less on guard, what might have happened to you… I realize now how selfish that was, to remove myself without any regard to your emotions, to leave you stranded in the aftermath, to trust my own judgement over anyone else’s, especially yours… and despite how selfish it is for me to be here now… I can’t stay away from you any longer. You can’t imagine… or maybe you can, how much I missed you. I can hardly bear to think about leaving you again come morning… that is, if you’ll have me.” You pressed your lips to his, both of you moving as one, your thoughts aligning exactly as if you had never been parted. You spoke, your lips a breath away from his, your mind clearing like inky clouds after a rainstorm.
“I can’t believe you thought I’d let you leave in the morning,” you whispered, his smile stopping your heart in your chest as he spun you in his arms, his lips peppering your exposed skin with elated kisses, his joy clear in his breathless, suppressed laughter.
“I’m here until you send me away,” he grinned, his eyes alight with glee. “I love you,” he breathed, his words ringing with the passion of an oath, the fortitude of a vow, his voice painfully tender. His arms wound around your waist, holding you strongly and softly to his chest, his lips in your hair as you melted in his embrace, listening to the sound of raindrops striking your window as the day’s storm opened once more, washing the world of misery beyond the glass, Jasper’s hands smoothing over your back as you watched the trickling of rain bleed into a downpour.
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Highlights from the Mixed Cast panel at Storytelling Con, Barcelona, April 22, 2017
Please note I missed the first 10 minutes of this panel… 5AM is early to get up on a Saturday :)
Favorite scenes for each actor:
Gil: “I guess I have to go with meeting Ariel. I’ve had some nice scenes but that was really the special one. It was the first scene that I shot. Walking down the stairs and seeing Ariel and falling in love.”
Sean: “It’s difficult to pick one because there are lots of scenes that I enjoyed. But there is an episode [4.17] where I’m riding a horse down a street in New York. And obviously you can’t ride a real horse on concrete because it’s dangerous. So they have this pretend mechanical horse which is just a big rocking horse and they put it on a truck and they drive it down the street. So I’m on a big pretend rocking horse driving down a main street and there are all these people in Vancouver looking at me going what is that guy doing? And I was like… I’m Robin Hood.”
Beverley: “My favorite scene was in Red Handed, when Ruby was just about to attack Peter and I threw the cape on her… that was so exciting because we were outside in the snow it was beautiful it was tense and we were fighting and I had to throw the cape on her and turn her back into Ruby.”
Bex: “I have two favorite scenes. My first one I love the scene with Zelena and Regina in the episode… I love all the stuff that explores the relationship between the sisters. And there was one episode in season 5 called Sisters… there was a very emotional scene with me and my sister and our mommy when she made us hold hands and close our eyes and we remembered that we had known each other all along. That was my first one and my second one was the musical which you haven’t seen yet!”
Gil sang A Whole New World to Deniz as if he was Ariel.
Bex best moment as the Wicked Witch: “My song in the musical was so much fun! I don’t even know what to do with myself. I keep looking at the calendar is it May 7th yet? That was the best moment for my character because in this song it tells my character’s whole story in one three and a half minute song. One of the best days of my life.”
The most touching moment filming scenes:
Gil: “Getting to kiss Ariel. Multiple times. I was like ‘can I get one more?’ They are like Gil it doesn’t need to be an open mouthed kiss.”
Bex: “One of the most emotional scenes I shot was when I had to give up my baby to Robin and Regina because I was hurting her and I had to surrender her that was really…”
Beverley: “When they were going through the gate back to [the Enchanted Forest] and I had to say goodbye to Roland. […] I was holding the baby and I kissed his head that was very touching. Raphael is a gorgeous little actor.”
Sean: “Obviously working with Raphael. I started working with him before I became a dad… because I was a child actor myself I felt very protective over him. It was one of the first days I was filming with him I had him in my arms and he was only 5 at the time and I have lots of nieces and nephews and I’m very touchy feelly and I kissed him on the head. We weren’t filming and he turned around and said ‘did you just kiss me?’ And I was like yes, yes I did. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to do that… why is this strange man kissing me… from day one we had a really strong bond, we got along very well. He’s just a very sweet boy and I love him.”
Faustino: “When we have these little glimpses of nature cutting in. We were shooting a scene [in 3.02] by the river with Snow White and Charming and all the dwarves and in comes a deer. Just starts walking. Walking … walking and we’re just kind of doing our scene and the deer is in the scene. Everyone at that point was .. and then at that point the deer was right there and Ginny goes ‘oh my god’ … and on the wedding scene we had some birds that snuck in the building while filming we had those glimpses of nature setting in…”
Deniz: “I was always a big fan of the cartoons of Aladdin and on the first day we actually got to do the scene where I fly in and Jasmine’s in the hourglass and Jafar’s there with the staff and I’m in the cartoon I’ve watched four hundred million times… And I got to be Aladdin and save her…”
What do you love most about Once Upon a Time:
Gil: “That I got to play a Disney prince. Because honestly I was shocked that I got that part. I feel honored and humbled.”
Deniz: “That I got to work with all these lovely people.”
Faustino: “I love the message. It’s a message of hope and ah that message is represented through all of you. Thank you.”
Bex: “The best thing about Once Upon a Time is how it’s brought all of us together. The fandom has created a community. Like no matter what happens we’ll always have each other.”
Beverley: “I love that it took these fairy tales that we all knew as children and then gave this life and history which connected all of us together. And that it’s international. The cast is international and now we get to travel the world and have this international community.”
Sean: “I just like that I get to wear leather head to toe all day and they pay me.”
Will Zelena be a good person or will she just be a wicked witch: “I think Zelena is going through a massive transformation… I think becoming a mother has made her heart softer. You’ll see throughout the rest of the season what happens with Zelena’s relationship with Regina but I think no matter how redeemed my character becomes there always be a little bit of wicked in there.”
What UK food does Bex miss the most: “A good bloody cup of tea! Like a proper cup of tea with milk and sugar! Like a lady!”
For Sean: What do you like most about playing a Disney fairy tale character? “Well I thought of Robin Hood as a character by itself before Disney made a Disney movie of Robin Hood. I just liked the fact that I got to play a … just getting to play the legend of Robin Hood. It’s just one of those characters that any male actor would really enjoy.”
What do you think about fans that follow you around the world [at conventions] are they crazy?:
Bex: “I think it’s amazing that people get on a plane to come and meet us. It’s mental. We are very very honored and it really means a lot to us.”
They were asked to dance the Macarana. Bex attempted to decline saying she needs more coffee but Beverley made them all get up and do it. The editor at this point is having 1990s PTSD flashbacks…
Favorite same sex love interest for your own characters:
Sean: “I don’t want to disappoint the gents here because they’re strapping men every one of them but I’d have to say my old pal Colin O’Donoghue. When he raises that eyebrow I just fall to pieces.”
Gil: “Aladdin here. He’s got long hair …. something to grab hold of….”
Deniz: “I’d have to go with the one and only Prince Charming. He’s the prince of Charming.”
Faustino: “Charming absolutely.”
Beverley: “I just feel strange because I’m a grandmother… of course Zelena would be number one but my tied for number one … Jasmine …”
Bex: “I think Zelena might have a crush on Belle. She’s so little! I can pick her up she’s so cute! In really life I think Rebecca Mader would go for Lana Parrilla we’re not sisters in real life so it’s not wrong. It’s not weird.”
How long does it take to become the Wicked Witch: “Three hours. Seven coffees. And lots of snapchat, twitter and instagram. But once the green makeup is on it can stay on for 17 hours and then it takes half an hour to take off. And then I look 16 at the end because it’s taken all the skin off.”
Who is your favorite scene partner:
Beverley: “I love hanging out with Archie and Geppetto. We have a nice little trio and the three of us [talk a lot].”
Gil: “Again there are just so many to choose from. I’m going to say Joanna who plays Ariel. Though last time I was up there I got to work with Karen David and she was absolutely wonderful. Do you want to trade?” [to Deniz]
Deniz: “Karen David’s my answer. Actually no Jafar.. Oded is so fun to work with. He’s so evil and so lovely in person. It’s kind of cool to see him switch.”
Faustino: “Since I play dwarf I’m going to say my dwarf brothers. Because we have a lot of fun all the time.”
Sean: “I can’t pick one person. All of us became good friends. Bex is like my sister, Colin is like my brother, Mikey Raymond-James who left the show a little while ago is one of my best friends…. it’s a tie. Lana obviously … I can’t pick between all of my favorites.”
Bex: “Lana Parrilla! Two reasons I like working with my sister the most. One when we’re in character we play and each take is different. And number two she makes tea like a British lady. I spend a lot of time in her trailer drinking her tea and eating her chocolate.”
If you could play any other character:
Sean declines to answer because they were all well cast. “I’m very happy I got to be Robin Hood because I think I would have been a terrible Queen of Darkness.”
Bex doesn’t want to play anyone else but her.
Deniz: “I’d like to play Zelena for a day. Just for a day. One day get green…”
Gil: “Prince Charming because he’s gotten to do way more episodes than me.”
Faustino: “Hook, that’s an interesting character.”
Summary: Beast Boy doesn’t ever disobey direct orders. Beast Boy doesn’t ever disobey Robin’s good judgement. Except for that one time the green changeling decided to follow a certain empath to the fiery pits of a demonic hell, that is. BBRae slow burn.
3. Lesson of Trying
His sheets smelled like her.
Why in the hell did his sheets smell like her?
Beast Boy groaned audibly, muffling the sound into the plush
confines of his fluffy pillow so that no one heard him suffering.
He should have been overjoyed, finally getting to sleep on
his own bed again, in his own blankets. He had anticipated many nights of
peaceful slumber once he’d returned home, and yet, what he got instead was
equivocal to that of enduring hell itself.
Garfield should have been all too familiar with that discomfort, considering how many
sleepless, uneasy nights he’d spent out in the wild. Never could he have
anticipated undergoing anything worse than such a bone-weary restlessness that
knew no cure. If it wasn’t the unpredictable weather, it would have been the
surplus of predators on the prowl, always looking to make a meal out of him no
matter what shape he took.
Beast Boy had thought that he was finally out of the woods,
literally and figuratively.
Until, of course, his head hit his pillow and his senses
were immediately assaulted by the intoxicating, divine aroma of Raven.
“There is a Passion natural to the Mind of man, especially a free Man, which renders him impatient of Restraint.”- George Mason, Letter to the Committee of Merchants in London, June 6, 1766.
The days seemed to grow together, spanning out in the long doldrums of August. Lexa liked this time of year because of just that reason, the length of the days and the taste of the sunshine in the hazy humid heat. She liked seven pm games that she watched in front of the store with Bellamy and her friends from various places that all seemed to congregate there. She liked the way the day weighed heavy and stiff on her body when she walked on the sweating sidewalks.
When she was a kid, Lexa loved August because it was historically when her entire family was together. It was when her grandfather took her to games almost every day, and she was Nolan Ryan when he was a Met, and she pitched strikes to every kid that came around to play in the streets until it was too dark to see the ball. August was when she sat in the backyard with her friends and her mother cooked for them all night. It was the last sweet days before school started, when she rode the subway and spent the day in Central Park, when she walked the bridges, spit off of buildings, spent hours in the museums with little attempts to hurry home. August was rooftops and a city that was on fire with the ripples of heat escaping for the day.
After she moved to DC, Lexa spent August in a blur. It was a busy time for her with work, and when she wasn’t working, she was finding new rooftops and parks.
- Practice, meditate, or spend more time in natural areas. Forests, beaches, your local park, the tree in your back yard. The more time you spend outside, the more time you a) get more in tune with nature and become more sensitive and b) make yourself known to any entities that lurk in those areas. - Some people suggest the more magic you do, the more entities are drawn to you. If they sense things going on, they may be more inclined to investigate. Because of this, I advise cleansing regularly. I imagine negative entities are more prone to checking out negative energy and vice versa for less nasty creatures. - If there is a spiritual or natural area that you feel may be home to fey or spirits in general, a way to make a good first impression is to leave an offering. Fey in general can like sugar, milk, and sweets. If you can’t provide something physical, music or writing can also work. Different entities will have appreciations for different offerings. Just ensure what you leave won’t negatively impact the environment, and that you don’t litter. - Travel to the astral realm or the fey lands. You are bound to run into fey there. Ensure you do your research and take precautions. Be on good behaviour in places where other entities reside, and be sure to stay from places that give you negative vibes. Learn the etiquette of talking to fey and how to navigate the astral.
Talking to fey and entities:
- Use a different name. You as a person are made more powerful by being considered a person. Your name is where this power lies. If you tell fey your true name, it can be dangerous. They will have an advantage over you because they know where your power comes from and can undo it. More sinister creatures can even try to take your power from you, similar to how an identity thief might. Fey will almost never give you their true name and commonly go by several different titles. When dealing with them, you should too. “When in Rome, do as the Romans,” basically. Consider the name you give them as like an online alias. - Don’t eat or drink anything you are given by fey. Lots of different folklore will tell you different things about this, but the underlining meaning is that it’s dangerous to do so. Persephone ate six seeds when she was in the underworld and has to stay there for six months each year. Basically, if you eat something given to you by somebody else, or while in somebody else’s domain – even in the human world – you owe them to an extent. The fey take favours seriously. Some won’t torture you for these things, but some might. - Don’t dance with fey. I don’t know the reasoning for this, but I know that folklore suggests that you can be trapped by fey if you do. Apologies, but I don’t know why. I’ll be sure to ask next time I talk to Mr Night, and edit this post. - Be careful when you say ‘sorry’ and ‘thank you’. As mentioned above, fey take favours very seriously. When you say sorry or thank you, that is a form of you saying, ‘I owe you.’ Don’t do it. Or if you do it, be hyperaware and careful. Say, ‘I apologise for my mistake,’ or ‘I’m grateful for this,’ instead, to express your feelings without putting yourself in the lesser position. - If fey ever offer you something or ask for something, detail things out specifically and carefully. Some are perfectly fine and won’t twist your words, but – as with people – there are plenty of entities that will make you regret wishing for something. I had a favour done for me and it basically went like this:
‘I can help make it better if you like.’ ‘I’m super stressed about this and I don’t want further trouble. I’m not sure if I should ask you.’ ‘I understand. How about I make sure things go smoothly and he won’t get angry with you.’ ‘You won’t hurt anyone involved or anything?’ ‘Of course not.’ ‘And what would I have to do in return?’ ‘One favour in the indefinite future.’ ‘I’m not sure about that.’ ‘Okay. How about I promise that it will be something you’re fully capable of doing or giving.’ ‘I’m still not sure about that.’ ‘Okay. One favour in the indefinite future that you are fully capable of doing or giving, that won’t bring you any trouble, and that you’ll be happy to do.’ ‘Okay, I think I can agree to that.’
- Friendship is different for fey. Don’t easily call fey your friend. If you decide that you’re close enough to be their friend, ask their permission and their opinion, and what a friendship between the pair of you would entitle. There are usually strings attached with lots of things involving fey or astral entities. - Just be polite. Be really polite. Don’t anger anyone unless they are openly bad to you and you’re certain you can stand your ground against them and make them pay.
Navigating the Astral:
- Read the above and make sure you know the proper etiquette for talking to fey and astral entities. Don’t eat, drink, dance, or give out your true name. Don’t stray into dangerous areas or places that give you bad vibes. Don’t be afraid to take baby steps with your travelling. - Just a suggestion but cleans yourself when you get back. Especially if you’ve been through a negative experience. You don’t want to carry that energy around. - Because the astral is made up completely of energy, don’t be surprised if you take in things differently. You might find that everything blurs or is fragmented, or even that your point of view will change. Same deal with hearing. Words may not make sense, some entities communicate with images, and sometimes sentences are fragmented. This is because your brain, used to physical material, is trying to process all of this energy in ways that it understands. You are energy, when in the astral, so your senses will be different. If you’re unsure of things, take your time, and if it’s in conversations, just ask the entity what they mean, or to repeat themselves. - It can be ideal to prepare a kit that you hold whenever you journey to the astral. Dirt from your home is something to include. Throwing it at hostile entities can slow them down from attacking you. String can also be handy in case, for some reason, you find returning to your body more difficult (it’s usually not a problem, but there are worst case scenarios, depending on how deep you delve into that world). A weapon or candle maybe. Whatever you feel is best. - Some areas may be out of bounds. Ask any nearby entities if you are unsure. - I may come back and edit this post if I remember anything else.
Another AU where Lovino has moved into a house that he finds is haunted by the spirit of a young man named Antonio. He’s freaked out at first but, upon realizing he can’t afford to move, decides to put up with it. Antonio reaches out to him in effort to communicate and, to his surprise, Lovino does. Lovino can’t hear him well so Antonio has resorted to writing on pieces of paper or sticky notes. Lately, they’ve been reading positive messages like ‘Have a good day =)’ and 'Welcome home’.
After some research, I’ve come up with some new points. I also wanted to fix some of my grammar and spelling errors. I wanted to expand on the location ties. Please note that the QN profiles do not include their “dislike” category. The information was compiled from the “Uta no Prince-sama DEBUT” and “Uta no Prince-sama All Star” official fanbooks. Also from the back of the “Milky Puzzle” cards in the “Dreaming Collection” Card set. Senpai hobby information was from the “Uta no Prince-sama All Star After Secret webpage.
I keep forgetting that the Utapri boys are embodiments of the places they are from. This also influences the way they talk. Of course since they move around a lot their speech is affected by outside influences.
(Again with poor Phasma and Mitaka as their fellow housemates!)
Ren won’t stop teasing Hux about the fact that his parents pay for him to get his shopping delivered weekly to the house from the local supermarket even though he barely cooks.
It takes a few months for the house to realise that the reason they barely see Hux cook is because he can’t cook at all. He lives on posh microwave meals and pre-made sandwiches until they put a stop to it.
On the other hand, Ren is a surprisingly excellent cook and will accept bribery for making house meals.
Once when Mitaka came home from uni in tears, instead of teasing him the other three marched to uni to find the culprit.
Ren won’t admit that he’s memorised exactly how much milk and sugar Hux likes in both his tea and coffee (everyone knows and thinks it’s cute).
When Ren knows he’s upset someone, he’ll always leave a cup of tea outside of their door. One day Hux’s room has four cups outside of it.
Once when Phasma went in Hux’s room one morning to get him up for a lecture, she discovered that a very naked Ren was in the bed with him and she reversed all the way into Mitaka’s room to be resuscitated with one of his breakfast bars and a pat on the head.
They have a cleaning rota that Hux sticks to religiously, Phasma will remember when the house gets truly disgusting, Ren pretends doesn’t exist and which Mitaka does exactly when he should and when everyone else forgets to.
A very hungry stray, ginger cat keeps wandering in through the back door, and they wonder why it keeps coming back until Ren discovers Hux stroking and feeding her one morning.
They once had a house party where (after quite a few drinks) someone dared Hux to kiss Ren and they did so with extreme gusto. It became increasingly awkward when they didn’t stop after quite a few minutes had gone past.
At the same party, there was a particularly memorable game of ‘Never Have I Ever’ where to everyones’ surprise Mitaka kept on drinking, and drinking, and drinking.
Once, they brought all of their duvets and pillows downstairs and made a den in the living room for a film night; the next morning they woke up in one big pile, tangled together.
AN: Newt and the reader have been seeing each other for a while and he’s finally coming to her apartment for the first time.
Characters: Newt Scamander, Pickett
Pairings: Newt X reader
Prompt: “You make me happier than anyone I’ve ever known” & “Is that me? Did you draw that?”
Your laughter cut through the evening air, bringing a smug smile to Newt Scamander’s face. He loved that he could make you laugh, and not just the polite giggles he was used to, but real belly laughs that made you throw your head back and scrunch up your nose in that adorable way that always made him blush.
“You’re an idiot Newton Scamander.” You chuckled, bumping his shoulder with yours, your eyes twinkling with humor.
“Am I now?” He teased, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you to his side.
“Yup,” you assured him, nodding, “you’re lucky you’re cute, otherwise I would’ve dropped your ass ages ago.”
“Oh I don’t doubt it.” Newt laughed, “That’s why I’m counting on Pickett and Doogle to keep you around when my looks start to fade.”
You feigned looking thoughtful, “That’s a foolproof plan, trap the girl with adorable animals. It’s a classic.”
Newt chuckled again, kissing the top of your head affectionately as you walked. The silence between you was a comfortable one, as you both got lost in your own independent thoughts. Tonight was a big one for you, as a couple and, despite how at peace he usually felt with you, he was a little bit nervous. Newt’s mind began to race as you reached your destination, an apartment block that Newt had seen from the outside on many occasions but had never entered. As you led him through the doors and up the stairs, his heart started to pound with a level of anxiety that he usually associated with coming close to a particularly dangerous beast. As your hand reached out to grip a doorknob, Newt stopped.
“Y/N, are you sure about tonight?” He asked gently, “Because I don’t want you to think that I-“
“Newt,” you interrupted, “I’m sure.” You gave him a reassuring smile, trying to quell his doubts as you took in the look of panic on your boyfriend’s face, “This relationship means a lot to me, you mean a lot to me.” You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, “And I think that this is important for me, for us.”
Newt smiled, letting out a sigh of relief and pulling you into a slow, thankful kiss. Your lips moved in sync with his and you tangled your fingers in his hair, sighing into his kiss and reaching behind you with one hand to open the door to your apartment. Everything felt right with Newt, from the easiness of your conversations to the heat you felt at his every touch. He made you feel things that you didn’t know you were capable of anymore, like you were a schoolgirl, giddy and flushed with all the infatuation and promise that came with a new relationship.
With your lips still connected, you walked together into the room and Newton Fido Scamander officially became the first man to ever enter into your apartment.
As you broke apart, giggling softly to one another, Newt looked up and scanned the inside of your living room. As he inspected everything, you inspected him, caught somewhere in between pure elation and anxiousness. You watched the expression on his face as he touched the picture frames on your walls, and the blankets on your couch, and stroked the curtains that covered your windows. You knew in that moment, that Newt was imagining you here, the way he imagined his creatures in their natural habitats and you felt oddly vulnerable.
You held your breath, still frozen in place at the door, twisting your hands meaninglessly in front of your stomach. Newt turned back, his face lit up with obvious wonder and you felt your body relax. Newt lifted you up and spun you around, laughing loudly. As he put you back on the ground, cupping your cheeks in his hands and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, you felt your heart swell.
“It smells just like you in here.” Newt proclaimed, “It’s wonderful!”
“It’s just an apartment Newt.” You laughed.
Newt shook his head, “No, no it’s not.” Newt replied adamantly, “It’s your apartment, that makes it extraordinary by definition.”
His eyes couldn’t seem to focus on one thing, preferring to glance quickly between everything. Eventually, after a lot of gentle coaxing, you convinced Newt to sit down on the couch as you went to make tea for the both of you, your hands shaking subtlety. You could hear him cheering with elation every few seconds, occasionally calling out ‘amazing’ or ‘wonderful’. You smiled, shaking your head with affectionate exasperation, stirring sugar into your cups. You barely noticed when the exclamations stopped, figuring that Newt had finally settled down.
“Here you go,” you said, walking back into the living room and pacing the two cups on your messy coffee table, “no milk, two sugars just like you-“
You froze. Newt was bent over a black book, cradling it as though it was an infant, or something else equally as valuable and precious, his eyes blown wide and glued to the page. Your sketch book.
You felt your heart drop as Newt’s eyes flicked up to meet yours, filled with an emotion that you couldn’t identify. He looked back down at the page, his mouth opening as though he was trying to speak, and then closed it again.
“Is this me?” Newt asked, his voice thick with that unidentifiable emotion, “Did you draw this?”
He held open the book for you to see the page he’d been examining. It was an unfinished portrait you’d started of Newt, fast asleep on his desk, with his head resting on his arms and a peaceful, vaguely happy look on his face. You swallowed hard and felt yourself blush and was flooded with guilt. You’d crossed a line, and you weren’t sure how to uncross it, or even you could.
“I-yeah, yeah it is.” You admitted in a small voice, avoiding Newt’s gaze as your eyes began to fill with tears, “I’m sorry, I was just-“
Newt shook his head, sliding along the couch to get closer to you and clutching your hand with his.
“Please don’t-no Y/N don’t-I love it.” He assured you, forcing himself to look directly into your eyes, “I love it Y/N and I love you.”
Newt hadn’t meant to say that last part quite so bluntly but, as he physically watched the blood drain from your face and felt you pull away from him, he hadn’t been able to help himself. It was the truth. The portrait had filled Newt with a sense of reverence and admiration that he had never expected, mostly because it was obvious how much time and care you’d poured into the piece and he wanted you to know that. He needed you to know that.
Your tear filled eyes met Newt’s, and the unbearably sad look on your face morphed into one of confusion.
“What?” You replied softly.
Newt flashed you a nervous smile, brushing your cheeks with one thumb.
“I love you Y/N, you make me happier than anyone I’ve ever known and this,” he gestured to the portrait again, “this is…wonderful. I love it, in fact, I was wondering if I could keep it.”
You giggled flinging your arms around Newt’s neck and pulling him down onto the floor beside you, pressing tear stained kisses to every inch of his skin. Newt clung to you like a drowning man, his heart swelling with love and indiscriminate devotion that made him think that he could spend the rest of his life with you, if it meant feeling like this.
“I love you too.” You admitted, resting your forehead against his, “So much.”
“Well that’s lucky, isn’t it?” Newt teased gently, “Here I thought you were just sticking around for my good looks and my creatures.”
You threw your head back and laughed, scrunching up your nose and sending a stab of near painful love through his chest. He pulled you onto his lap and pressed a chaste kiss to your shoulder, swallowing hard as the reality of how lucky he was rushed over him again.
“Oh no, that’s all true, don’t worry.” You joked, “But I’m still vaguely fond of you.”
Newt chuckled and nuzzled into your hair, letting the comfortable silence of domestic bliss wash over him. Yes, he could definitely get used to this. Your fingers massaged his scalp, running through his silken hair in a way that made Newt both unimaginably calm and strangely breathless.
“I’ll give it to you when I’m finished.” You finally said, “So long as you promise to let me draw another one.”
“Of course.” Newt answered with a pleased hum, “We have years and years for you to draw me.”
“Oh do we?”
Newt nodded, “Remember, I’ve got a foolproof plan.”
Title: I think it’s you Pairing: Fem!Phan !!! Summary: Dan stumbles across Phil while walking her dog, and Phil’s sticking up posters for her lost cat. Dan helps her look, because Dan kind of hates cats but she’s shallow and Phil’s really cute (PG, 2,300w) A/N: For Gina because happy birthday and I love you. See you tomorrow!! <333 This is just silly and short and I wanted to write you something and then Phil being a cat lady came into my head so yeah this happened lol. Art