this is also a way of returning the favor

signs as the black girls you’re bound to meet in your life

aries: she can probably beat you in arm wrestling, and while she won’t brag about it without prompting, if you decide you wanna act like you’re the HNIC, she’ll be quick to take you down a peg. your absolute best friend or the worst nightmare of an enemy, like she won’t go all out of her way to fuck with you, but you’ll be fucked with. remembers everything. not exacty the “mom” of the friend group, but lowkey responsible… unless she’s bored. 
taurus: the friend who makes sure you ate and pulls snacks out her bag if you didn’t. always down for a laugh. falls asleep when y’all hang out at the house. not about short-term friendships or relationships, so if you end up in one with her, remember that she can and will cut you off at anytime bc this means like… nothing to her lol like yall are friends but it’s not that srs. loyal until you hurt her then just fades back out your life without a word unless you decide to fix your mouth to ask why, then get ready for an earful. 
gemini: takes screenshots and has all the receipts, so don’t think about lying on her unless you wanna be all the way exposed. her room either looks like a five-star suite or like all the drawers barfed on the bed and chairs (and maybe floor), just depends on what day of the week it is and if anyone’s coming over. dressed to kill. nice until you do something wrong, then don’t know you. has EVERYTHING in her bag. knows all the sales. most likely to slash your tires.
cancer: carl thomas - emotional.mp3. just so many feelings. super nice until she’s SUPER NOT. the actual mom friend if your mom had you at 14 and was growing up with you. like, she’ll hold you when you’re sad, but she’s also down to go hit the club afterward. always watching, like in the beyonce-peeking-through-the-blinds kinda way, she knows everything, she’s just not saying anything. super loyal as long as you return the favor. geniunely surprises you when you find out her kinks. 
leo: highest expectations in the crew besides virgo because… well, have you seen her? have you seen the effort she puts into herself, her career, her life? seriously, like keep up. big softie deep down inside who just wants to be loved and treated like a princess but also worshiped like a queen like, why is this so hard? turns to mush inside if someone she likes is around, but trying to act like they’re no big deal and annoying bc she’s not gonna admit someone has that much hold on her. like things just so, so stop FUCKING with her stuff.
virgo: going to the top and not gonna let anything stop her… but if anything does they’re breathing fire and huffing smoke and being pissy about everything. always has advice and if you don’t take it, it serves you right when shit goes wrong. petty and stands by it. bougie but usually cute about it. probably has an impressive, color-coded day planner or everything scheduled into her phone. biggest betrayal is purposefully getting in her way. 
libra: super cutie who wants everyone to get together and bake a cake full of rainbows (but also somehow an evil genius if need be?). never ask her to pick where y’all are going to eat, because she’ll end up trying to take a vote or something instead of outright picking. always has a crush on/kinda sorta thing with somebody (changes/rotates constantly depending on who’s paying her attention), or the one in a relationship that she’s 149% all about. loud. kinda goofy. same room dichotomy as gemini, ‘cept hers is pillow paradise.  
scorpio: nicest person with the shortest temper, and the worst part is that it SMOLDERS. the living embodiment of “hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”. the friend you go to when you have a bad breakup bc she’ll put you in tight-ass dress, do your makeup, post you on ig to make sure your ex sees, and then take you out on the town to forget everything except how bad-ass you are. gotta check on her periodically cuz she’s not about to let anyone know when she’s suffering (she’s the one who Gets Shit Done, what does she look like asking for help?)
sagittarius: sweetheart with her own agenda. private and you don’t even know it. better justifying/deflecting genius than libra, which is kinda scary, tbh. coordinator extraordinaire, which turns into manipulator extraordinaire unless she’s done some emotional work on herself. lashes out when she’s hurt on some FUCK IT ERRYBODY CAN GET IT type shit but will maintain that she’s unbothered. nice as long as you remain on her good side forever and always. social climber and unashamed about it. 
capricorn: the only one more ambitious than virgo, but not wasting her breath giving out advice lol if you wanna know her secrets to success, you can buy her book when it comes out. doubt her and you’re dead to her. the actual evil fucking genius, like between the fact that her talk game and diplomacy skills are on point and the fact that she refuses to let anyone make a fool of her, just don’t try her. like if you fuck her over and she just stares at you and then smiles and goes “have a nice day” or something, you’re just dead, you’re gonna die. 
aquarius: not about to waste her breath warning you about anything  more than once. good intuition, but doesn’t usually trust it. a little out there, but it makes you smile cuz she’s just a cute-ass weirdo. good luck tryna pin her down buddy lol she knows the biggest resource she has at her fingertips is her life itself and she’s dedicating it to fun, freedom, and the existential greater good. bounces back from everything but doesn’t forget who didn’t help. 
pisces: flower child whose hand you might need to hold sometimes (both to guide and to console). the one who’s not about to jump into the roast session cuz last time y’all hurt her feelings (but she also got in like a REALLY good one that one time, y’all still talk about it). always wants the aux cord cuz she has a song she REALLY wants you to hear. very dreamy about her music. everyone’s favorite baby besides libra. sometimes naive, but in the cutest way bc they truly want to believe that the world is a good place, so she’s really personally hurt over injustices. 

anonymous asked:

In my setting, there are people with fire magic who can heat up metal till it's red hot and basically fry people wearing armor. Would it be believable to have metal armor not have become a thing? Or would people have just found ways to eliminate the fire mages?

It would depend on a few things. How effective is the ability? How common are the mages? What kind of precautions could negate this ability? What else can you do with this?

We’ve talked about how you build armor around the threats you’re most likely to encounter while using it. If this is an extremely common ability, and one that can affect entire groups of enemies at once, then, yes, it would seriously affect the role of metal in combat. Though, it might not mean abandoning metals entirely.

So, let’s pick apart those questions and talk about what the mean for your setting, and your question.

The biggest question is about how well the abilities work. Both the speed of the ability, and its scale will directly affect how the ability needs to be dealt with, if it does at all. If it’s on a large scale, torching an entire army at once, for example, then the casting time (or the speed that the spell heats metal) only matters if it’s long enough to find and kill the caster.

If the scale is small, one or two people, then the biggest threat would (probably) be during combat. In that context, we’re back to kill the mage. This is especially true if the mage needs to be in direct contact to make it work. Even if they can simply zap whomever they see, they’d be limited to an area denial role. That is to say, they could prevent hostile forces from rushing corridors or streets that they’re watching. This also assumes there’s little to no strain on the mage. If casting this is a strenuous action, and they’re limited to a couple of zaps, it’s entirely possible they wouldn’t affect warfare much at all.

If fire mages are exceedingly rare, either because it takes years of dedicated training, because most people simply don’t have the ability, or because mages suffer serious attrition during training, that means even large scale burns won’t affect much.

Think about it this way, if there are five people on your world who can instantly charbroil an enemy army in their own gear, that’s simply a threat to be carefully tracked, and neutralized, before you start a battle.

As you add more (and the abilities become more common) it becomes harder to keep track of enemy mages until you get to the point where it’s functionally impossible to track them individually. Depending on your setting, that number could actually get pretty high before you reach that point.

Also, with larger numbers, the smaller scale versions of the ability would have more of a chance to affect how warfare works. If you’re able to field one or two mages in your average army, and their primary role is as snipers, that’s not going to affect how people fight, for the most part. (Though, it could, seriously, alter how nobles behaved on the battlefield, or even if they’re present at all.) But, if you can field entire squads of pyromantic infantry, then those small, “reach out and torch someone,” abilities become a lot more threatening. At that point, eliminating them before the fight is basically impossible, so your setting would need ways to deal with them in the moment.

The hard part about introducing magic to a setting is establishing its rules. To an extent, you need to build an entire set of metaphyics for why magic works the way it does, before you start getting into specific abilities. In the absence of that, you have a setting where people will (or, should) work to counter the threats they face, and magic becomes the convenient answer for all of life’s problems.

With fantasy, this isn’t automatically a problem, but it is something you need to keep in mind, when you’re building your world. Look for systems to limit how your magic works, and what it can do. Or, be ready for a setting that is very difficult to work with, because the answer can always be, “magic.”

People are creative. When faced with the prospect of being cooked to death by an enemy mage, the immediate solution is to find a way to prevent that, or preemptively return the favor. This could be as simple as booby-trapping your soldiers (or their gear) with spells that will redirect pryomantic magic back at the caster, or enchanting their gear with some kind of thermal negation effect, so when the pyromancers try to flash fry them, all they manage to do is give their foes flaming weapons and armor.

This could also lead to armies making extensive use of divination, allowing them to better track enemy mages. Which in turn would lead to mages looking for ways to create decoys, moving around forces that don’t exist, in an effort to confuse anyone scrying for them.

It could also result in the creation and enhancement of other materials that are magically immune to pyromancy, or made from something the pyromancers can’t affect. Such as impossibly durable resins, or unmelting, super-hard ice plates.

It’s also worth realizing that these kinds of powers would radically change the way metallurgy developed as a technology. When you have mages that can replicate forge technology that wouldn’t “naturally” exist for centuries. There’s a lot of potential for changing the way it evolves. You could very easily see much higher quality steels than the real world ever produced in its analogous era, and potentially even alloys that simply aren’t possible in the real world. I’m not sure what 12th century battlefields would have looked like with space age alloys, but it’s not outside the range of possibility for your setting. Especially if your pyromancers can participate in the refinement process as well. This also leads to the potential that they may have materials that are centuries ahead of their technology, (because magic allows them to work with the mater directly).

When you’re creating a world, and you come up with an idea, usually, the best thing to do after that is sit there, and see if you can find all the ways people would react to it. An ability like being able to instantly heat metal to forging temperatures would be dangerous in combat, but it would also have many other potential applications.


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Never Say Never (Part 1)

Pairing: Arthur (Mr.) Ketch x Reader
Word count: 2,636
Warnings: Cussing. Spoilers for Season 12 all the way to episode 13. Smut. Unprotected Sex. Fingering. Minor Rugaru Violence.
Authors Note: I am no good at writing a summary.  This is just an idea I had and decided to try.

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anonymous asked:

Headcanon for Rfa (+ trio, if you like) upon discovering MC is gifted at massage? This can be as tame or nsfw as you please 😄 hope I did this right...😶

So I’m actually a massage therapist IRL, and this is great, it’s just….. I just wanted to say, I’m happy that this is a request, it’s nice, but this will NEVER be NSFW because the sexualization of my profession is a very real problem, and… I would like to request you all to avoid sexualizing it in the future.

Well, with that serious note out of way, let’s get to this!


  • He was super stressed out over a term paper he had to finish
  • Yoosung had been hunched over a desk all weekend, writing, working, and stressing
  • So MC came up behind him and began rubbing his shoulders when he had his head in his hands
  • The simple action made Yoosung immediately relax and slump backwards into his chair, allow MC a better angle
  • They talked a little as she rubbed his shoulders
  • When she stopped, Yoosung was sleepy and distracted, but it was also late and he had school the next day, so MC dragged him off to bed
  • He started asking for shoulder rubs from time to time after that
  • After a while, MC teaches him how to return the favor so that he can take care of her too


  • Jaehee invited MC over after a long day at the cafe, and they started watching a Zen movie over some popcorn and tea
  • Then MC noticed the way Jaehee was sitting, with her feet elevated and a cold compress on them
  • When she offered to massage Jaehee’s feet, Jaehee wasn’t expecting much, but the moment MC started digging in, she nearly passed out
  • In fact, within minutes, she completely fell asleep with MC massaging her feet
  • When Jaehee woke up, her feet felt like they were new, like she could put weight on them without pain
  • She was so impressed, Jaehee asked MC to teach her
  • Afterwards, MC and Jaehee made it a point to meet up once a week, watch something together, and rub each other’s feet while on the couch
  • MC even buys and brings some peppermint lotion to help with the massage


  • Zen was freaking out
  • He’d had a crick in his back for a few days and it wasn’t going away, so he was super concerned
  • When Zen described the pain and the location, MC knew exactly what was hurting him
  • So she had Zen lay face down on the bed, topless for easy access to his back, then she stood next to him and got to work
  • MC moved her hands in ways he never would have thought of, following invisible lines with the tips of her fingers, digging in harder than he thought she would or could in some places
  • When MC moved away, he’d zoned out, and slowly came back to reality at the sound of her voice
  • When she asked him how he was feeling, he dreamily said, “good” not even thinking about the pain he’d been in
  • About 15 minutes later, however, Zen got his clarity of mind back and realized, “my pain is gone!”
  • He gushed to MC about what a good job she does, and while she blushes, she says, “well I should hope so after all that training I went through.”


  • Jumin came home cranky because he’d had a horrible headache all day and it just wasn’t going away
  • When MC heard what was wrong, she took off his tie, loosened his shirt, and told him to lay down with his head at the foot of the bed
  • Jumin wasn’t sure what she was planning, especially not when she turned off the lights, but when she sat down on a little stool and started rubbing his neck, his eyes dropped shut
  • With a few minutes, Jumin had drifted off into a half sleep where he could feel her hands moving his head and massaging his neck, shoulders, and scalp
  • When she told him she was done, he opened his eyes, looking directly up into hers, and realized the pain was gone
  • He kissed her in gratitude
  • MC explained she’d learned how to give massages before she’d met him, and if he ever needed another, all he had to do was ask


  • It had been a long day for Saeyoung as he’d spent 90% of it hacking and chasing off hackers that wanted to catch him
  • So when he comes out of his cave at long last and finds MC rubbing Saeran’s shoulders (Saeran had started having a panic attack and MC did it try to calm him down), Saeyoung wants a shoulder rub too!
  • Of course, he waits his turn, and once Saeran gets up to go get some ice cream (today, he goes with mint chocolate chip), Saeyoung sits up a little straighter in anticipation
  • MC has him straddle a chair and the moment she starts working on him, he relaxes, and five minutes later, he’s completely asleep as she works down his back
  • She has to jostling him awake, and once he’s conscious (though a little bleary eyed), he says, “You really are too good for me.”
  • Of course, from then on, as an excuse to make physical contact, he begins exchanging massages with her
  • MC teaches both him and Saeran how to properly give a massage, even pulling out her massage table and chair, which she rarely uses, to teach them the body mechanics of it
  • In a couple of months, Saeyoung’s more relaxed than he can ever remember being, as he’s practically receiving a massage every day
Beauty and the Beast Headcanon

My new BATB headcanon is after the spell is broken, Belle invites Père Robert to visit the castle library (He and Belle geek out over how cool and absolutely massive the library is when he first visits) and let’s him borrow any of the books he would like as a way to return the favor for all the times he let her borrow his books. When Belle introduces him to Adam, Adam teases her and says “So this is the man who lent you Romeo and Juliet?” And just as Belle starts to worry Adam shakes Père Robert’s hand and thanks him for being such a good friend to Belle and for supporting her love of reading. Père Robert soon becomes a mainstay of the castle library and he and Belle start a book club for the castle residents. Also he, Belle, and Adam start a school for the village children, with a focus on providing a proper education for the girls of the village. And of course he officiates Belle and Adam’s wedding and it is beautiful.

muse-multiverse  asked:

DAI companions and advisers reacting to Teen!Lavellan post trespasser getting black out drunk after finding out that the elven religion is a big ass sham built on slavery and brainwashing? Especially the andrastian companions, to whom they ask "are you happy now?" (because I am a horrible horrible person :3)

Cassandra: The question cuts her to the core, and in that moment the Seeker cannot help but remember every time that she could have supported them –encouraged their beliefs rather than questioning their faith- and she feel sick. Was she so desperate for the Chantry to be salvageable and her mentor to be avenged that she was willing to cast her own Exalted March on their lives? The answer to that frightens her, but where that might once have caused her to lash out she instead holds her peace. At this young elf’s side she has learned patience and understanding, even against her instincts. And so she does not respond to the question as they expected, but simply folds them into a stilted hug.

“Who could find happiness in the face of such pain? I am sorry for all that you suffer, and will be with you through this as you stood beside me when my own faith was shaken.”

Varric: He’s by no means a Theologian, but no one in the Inquisition is better suited to handle misplaced drunken anger. It’s not a situation that can be handled with a story about Hawke or some tale from Kirkwall though, and so the dwarf grabs a pint of his own and sits next with a tired sigh.

“I walked away from the Stone, you know. Bartrand never really did, I don’t think, but it never mattered to me. It was part of Orzammar and the whole backwards way of life they have below the surface. The Maker and the Chantry…they were sort of trappings of surfacers and so I stepped into that at first. And…shit, I don’t know if the Maker is really there or not, but I’ve also never had to stand there and have someone I trusted tell me that he’s a murdering lunatic either.” He downs some of the alcohol and pats them on the shoulder. “I’m not happy about this, Kid. No one is. But you fixed our religious shit when it was broken, so we’ll do what we can to return the favor.”

Solas: While he’s not there in the aftermath, Solas felt their despair in the crossroads. Everything the Dalish had taught them is turning to ash before their eyes, and in truth a part of him weeps for the Da’len. For one so young they showed such wisdom and understanding, and to cause pain in what they had always trusted in brings him no joy. But it was for other young elves that he had made his choices in the first place, and he must follow through for them now. And yet the sight of them in pain and crushed will haunt him for many nights to come.

Vivienne: She is not, but the question does not offend her. The young elf before her has proven to be a true friend more than once, and despite their years she has always trusted them to make the best decisions. More importantly in this particular moment is the fact then when her world was falling apart –when Bastan was dying before her and nothing she was trying was going to work- they h right there for her. Fighting dangerous animals in dragon ridden territory for a mage whose believes are in contradiction to their own. But Madame de Fer has watched them grow from a young elf more frightened by their surroundings than they wanted to admit into a confident Inquisitor learning to navigate power and political turmoil like they were born to it.

But now they need someone who isn’t so deeply involved, and she has been made of iron for far longer than they have. “I am angry, darling. Angry for you, angry for what has happened. I will stand for you in this, even if you don’t want me to right now. None of us are happy for your suffering, my dear, but we will help you to make it right.”

Blackwall: Thom Ranier once stood on the side of a road in Orlais and lost faith in all he believed in, and now –decades later and hopefully wiser- it hurts to watch the same thing happen to a younger and far more innocent person. Their pain resonates with what he had felt when Gaspard betrayed everything he had fought for, when the Gray Wardens had crumbled beneath him. Bht there was no one to catch him then—he is standing both arms ready if they stumble.

“Never happy for that, lad/lass. But here for you, when you are ready to be again.”

Sera: The resulting argument is loud and painful and full of words that neither of them mean, but when the dust has settled and the wounds have healed the fight is the best thing that can happen. They might be far more elfier than she ever wants to be, but Sera has always cared about the little people. And right now, with only one hand and no sobriety and so much pain in them Sera can only see them as someone who needs a Red Jenny at their back.

“Nobs and gods and all doesn’t matter. We’re going to fix it, yeah? We fixed the sky and we can fix this.” And when the inquisitor finally breaks down it’s on her shoulder.

Dorian:  Maker how many times has this been him? Sitting in a tavern and too drunk to think or speak anything but exactly what is burning through him in that moment. And its more than he can bear. Lavellan probably doesn’t know what is going on before he is hugging them tight. He can’t stand to see them hurt, and quite honestly his faith has never been a huge part of his life. But he knows that they are hurting, and for the teen who has been strong enough to stand before Orlesians and Fereldens and Magister Halward fucking Pavus Dorian can find some strength to stand for them.

“Happy? No. But I am here for you, and whatever you need. You are so strong, and I am sure you can do this. I know you can.”

Iron Bull: He’s lucky enough to be spared the pained questions, but that means that all he is left with is grief. And if he has lost the Qun then Bull is right there. He knows exactly how he feels, exactly how it feels to have everything you believe destroyed through what you care about. And he would never trade the Chargers, he’s made that choice and will gladly live with it. But they are so young and so shaken, and all he wants to do is wrap them up like the Tamassran he truly is and take care of them.

“Easy, imekari. We can’t fix this right now, we can’t make this better. But we will.” And his bg hands are gentle as they rest on their shoulder, very subtly pushing the alcohol away.

Cole: “So much hurting and everything is gone, why would he do this why why why.” The pain is so much, and Cole doesn’t know how to stop it. But he sits with them and after awhile that’s enough.

Josephine: She just wants to hold them. Oh how many times has she said, out loud, that she thinks they are the Herald of Andraste or that it would be easier if they were the herald of Andraste? How many times has she not dismissed their beliefs, but simply forgot about them in the face of her other duties. They are younger than Yvette but already so burdened with responsibility and she could have been helping instead of making it worse.

She probably doesn’t say much and might have to leave to hide her ters, but the next morning the Inquisitor wakes up in a darkened room with everything needed for a hang over and a letter in Josephine’s hand outlying the first political steps needed to stop Solas and the promise of her total support.

Leliana: Its a hard question for the most Andrastian spy master who ever walked the earth. If she still truly believes that the Maker spoke to her during the Blight then she is, in a way, even more sympathetic to them. She knows what it is to face your gods and come out changed from it. And they are so young, younger even than the warden was. Her protective instincts are in full force, and it comes out in her answer.

“I am happy you came back. I am happy we have the chance to protect you now, when we couldn’t afford to before. I am so happy that you are safe. The rest can be fixed.”

Cullen: Maker’s breath where does he even start? How many times did he cry out to the Maker, to Andraste, to anyone he thought would hear him in Kinloch. For a long time he thought no one answered, though later he was able to accept that the Warden was very likely an answer to those. But while most Andrastians are raised from birth to believe that the Maker has turned his face from them he knows that the Dalish have different beliefs. And finding out that your gods are actually evil rather than locked away but general caring can’t be easy. Still…

“Happy that you aren’t actually the Herald of Andraste? Actually yes.” At their incredulous look he reddens and rubs his neck awkwardly. “It’s such a burden for one so young, and we know you don’t believe, so this means that you can finally just go back to beig you and have as normal a life as is–”

At that point the inquisitor is probably just holding onto them and blubbering because they haven’t had anyone really encourage them to give up the role, so he just awkwardly pats them on the back and starts to lead them to the door.

–Mod Fereldone

Seventeens’s Reaction to: Their Really Shy S/O Running Away After They Say ‘Saranghae’!

@highest-quality-of-17trash asked:
Heya! Could you do a Seventeen reaction when their s/o tells them ‘Saranghae’ but runs away right after bc she’s too embarrassed and shy?

Of course~

S. Coups:

  • Would be so shook until someone finally snaps him out of his daze.
  •  Is the type to run and find you so he could return the favor.

Originally posted by fabulous-girl-here


  • Would be a blushing mess.
  •  It would make his day if you did this.

Originally posted by 7unhui


  • Would be such a flustered mess. 
  • Would try to find you and tell you how cute you looked.

Originally posted by jihanlife


  • Would be so damn confused. 
  • Then when it all clicks he’d be on the ground blushing.

Originally posted by mountean


  • Would probably run away too, because wow that was so cute??? 
  • Is also the type to return the favor. 

Originally posted by allfor-won


  • Would catch you so fast before you could even take a step. 
  • Wouldn’t even care where you two were and would return the favor.

Originally posted by wonshi-17


  • Would be so surprised at the sudden gesture. 
  • Would snap out of it so fast so he could find you and tease you about it for weeks!

Originally posted by mc-gyu


  • Boy would he find your shy gesture to be so cute. 
  • Would sneakily return the favor later with a few teasing remarks.

Originally posted by fyhoshi


  • Would turn into a blushing mess at the sudden PDA.
  •  Is the type to be way too shy to approach you for a while.

Originally posted by mountean


  • Would squeal in happiness at your cute gestures.
  •  Would love your shyness so much because of moments like this.

Originally posted by wonnhao


  • Would be shook for a solid 10 minutes. 
  • Then he’d be sassing the shit outta you for running away after the kiss.

Originally posted by mountean


  • TBH he’d be running too. 
  • That was the cutest thing ever??? God he feels so lucky to have you????

Originally posted by hansoltheist


  • Would either blush and melt or be bold and grab you before you run.
  •  Would enjoy your short moments of PDA and would find them to be adorable.

Originally posted by performanceunit

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- Mrs Potts being like a mom figure to LeFou and being overprotective and stuff and just ajsnskajdnksckas

- Mrs Potts would be so happy for him but her protectiveness means poor Stanley got questioned for hours until she felt satisfied he was good enough. Lefou apologises for ages until Stanley just gives in and kisses him.

- Belle and Adam allow them to have private moments in the rose gardens so long as they never ever tell them what they do in there.

- She also allows Stanley to pick some roses for Lefou (unbeknownst to Lefou) now and then, which makes LeFou blush everytime.

- Also they try everything they can to make sure Chip is NO WHERE NEAR them when they have “private moments”, and it being very awkward when the little guy asks the two questions.

- Mr and Mrs Potts try to stop Chip following them but Chip took a liking to Stanley the first time they met.

- Stanley also has a really good relationship with Madame Garderobe (in fact Lefou teases him for stealing someone’s wife because they don’t stop talking)

- Also Lefou encourages Stanley to wear dresses more often because he looks cute and happy in them. And Stanley definitely gets fashion tips from Madame Garderobe on date nights.

- Stanley goes to Madame Garderobe for fashion advice and always look dazzling when he finally joins Lefou (who also cleans up nicely thanks to Belle but both pretend they never stay up late and talk about their men)

- But really Lefou adores her for teaching him to read and they’re actually best friends

- Also I like the thought of Stanley asking Mr and Mrs Potts for LeFou’s hand and them both just being excited as heck about it, and Chip overhears and keeps almost telling LeFou because he too is very excited about it.

- (And Stanley definitely wearing a dress to the wedding because who are we kidding)

- He turns out to be surprisngly strong so LeFou giggles as his husband twirls him around the dancefloor (although both admit later Stanley only lifted him because he did not want LeFou standing on this dress)

- Them feeding eachother cake and Stanley being extremely serious about not getting it on his dress but when it does, Lefou picks it up, tastes it and just nods. And Stanley can’t help but just give the biggest smile ever because his boy is so adorable. (Also, it’ll definitely be a cherry cake because somehow I could see Stanley calling Lefou “mon *cherry*”… see what I did there)

- Stanley loves making bad puns just because LeFou keeps laughing at them anyway and he loves seeing LeFou laugh. In fact they’re so giggly when they’re having private moments (LeFou is so ticklish and Stanley uses that to his advantage every time(

- This is also the reason why Stanley LOVES giving LeFou neck/belly kisses. He just wants his boy to feel good and to feel loved. (And LeFou almost always returns the favor, unless things start getting a little more intense and Stanley just goes all the way to make sure he kisses every part of LeFou’s body, which he absolutely adores.)

- They’re the most cuddly and affectionate boyfriends. Like if they’re ever sitting down chances are LeFou ends up on Stanley’s lap and they can’t stop giggling and kissing.

- Which kind of slightly annoys Adam, because whenever he’s in, like, a serious conversation with one of them, the other just jumps in and forgets about the entire thing. And then Belle comes up to him and tells him to cheer up and be happy for them, which he really is.

- Belle keeps pointing out that Lumiere and Plumette can’t keep their hands off each other for more than five seconds so Adam eventually just stops being cranky (especially as to stop him frowning Belle rolls her eyes and slides into his lap to kiss him(

- The castle is full of giggly happy couples so Mrs Potts eventually points out there’s still a small child running around so please keep this coupley act until he’s gone to bed (Lumiere and Plumette just sneak off to private corners only they seem to know about)

Owe (Credence x Reader)

Anon: reader x credence where it’s been a while since all that stuff happened and after all the reader has helped him through he wants to return the favor and he’s just super soft and sweet and caring one night and just treats her the way he thinks she deserves? like super fluffy.

A/N: I am kinda sad at the moment so this really helped, I am not particularly happy with this one but I hope you guys liked it, also vanilla chi tea is amazing especially in my FBAWTFT mug. Hope you guys enjoyed! Keep sending prompts because I absolutely love doing them.

Word count: 1,178


Credence never knew true compassion until he met you. He was so scared, so broken when you found him. You were Newts assistant, young, beautiful, thirsty for knowledge and wanted to make an impact in the wizarding world. Whether that would be doing little things or fighting a war if it meant you helped the world become a better place, you would do it. 

You were sent out by Newt to go and find Credence. “Y/N I have a very important job for you” Newt said to you, more serious than he normally was “What’s wrong Newt?? What do you need?” You asked slightly worried he was going to ask you to retrieve his pocket watch from the nifflers nest again, Just the thought of that ran a shiver down your spine. “You know Credence?” He asked curiously “Well yes I do, But wasn’t he killed?” You ask now very confused at what Newt was trying to get at.

“I saw something in the subway and I believe that he survived or the obscurus did, I want to find him or it and bring it back here. If we find Credence we are taking him in and teaching him how to control his magic if we find the obscurus we are going to capture it and study it” Newt said pacing in front of her, Hands on his chin thinking thoughtfully “Well what are we waiting for?? Let’s go” You say and start climbing out of the suitcase into New York city to find the broken boy.

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kay-emm-gee  asked:

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (◠‿◠✿)

Thanks Kayla! <3

1. There’s A Nap For That

“I’m sorry,” Raven interrupts, “sometimes you nap?”

“That’s not weird!”

“Depends on how often sometimes is.”

“Like,” she stops to think, “three times a week, tops.”  | The one where Bellamy and Clarke keep taking naps together. You know, platonically.

2. Then I Heard Your Heart Beating

The thing is, there are a million really good ways Bellamy could nearly get himself killed. Productive ways, like, dying a radiation soaked death while trying to save his friends from sporadic nuclear meltdown. Or, like, dying a bloody death at the hands of a wild boar on a hunting trip gone wrong. Less grandiose, but still broadly understandable. Really, the possibilities are endless. | Canon-verse. Hurt/Comfort. Just an excuse for Clarke to vocally appreciate Bellamy, because someone needs to do it.

3. Set My Heart Aflame (This Is Not A Game)

Whoever this arsonist is, Clarke has to wonder if they’ve got something out for her in particular.


The loud, deep voice rings out as she turns away from a witness and back toward the house—kitchen now no longer on fire—to see her least favorite firefighter, cocky grin settled on his sweaty, unfairly handsome face. “Fancy seeing you here.”

She loathes him. |A Bellarke Firefighter/Detective, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers AU.

4. Freckles and Constellations

Clarke doesn’t really think about whether or not she’s ever touched Bellamy Blake, mostly because it’s weird. But also because they’re hardly even friends. He’s just the guy she sometimes works with at the library. His freckles are nice. | Based on a soulmates prompt where soul marks blossom at the place you first touch.

5. Cloud Diner

Clarke Griffin dreams about the same boy every night after her father’s death. He helps her through tough times and she returns the favor. There’s no way he’s real, right? | Another soulmates AU because that’s my entire aesthetic.

And definitely check out all of Kayla’s writing as well!

Uranus, Neptune and Pluto

The outer planets, Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto work on very subliminal, unconscious levels. There is a hermetic sacredness about the outer planets. The discovery of such bodies meant qualities that lain dormant in human consciousness erupt as the internal world weaves the web through outer cosmic patterns and kindles concealed light. They suggest the sort of soul and deepest layers of the psyche expressed by the collective. But they also emerge on personal levels that seem guided by some sort of fate.

Pluto in Cancer (1913-1937) - The Great Depression, the large family unit, birthed the ‘baby boomer’ generation, war era, ‘protect your homeland’. Sacrificial. The beginning of government benefits schemes so to provide safety nets

Pluto in Leo (1937-1957) occurred during the rise and destruction of fascism and egoism, glam rock stars, an obsession with youth, broadway and Disney movies

Pluto in Virgo (1957-1972) - Prejudice, discrimination, the apartheid, obsession with health/fitness, the green/hippie/earthy natural medicine revolution, emergence of extreme diets and body types

Pluto in Libra (1972-1984) - Redirected the manner in which we approach relationships. Intolerable partnerships are rarely taken to the grave. The emergence of divorce, the urgency for diplomacy and righteousness, the second rise of feminism and fight for equality

Pluto in Scorpio (1984-1995) -AIDs crisis, Harry Potter, homosexuality and acknowledgement of many sexual orientations, redefining ‘love’ that has been carried on by previous Pluto in Libra. Inability to be dictated to by propaganda. Also there is a great pull to occultism and sacred arts like astrology and numerology

Pluto in Sagittarius (1995-2008) - The fear of religion and other cultures through terrorism, and the breaking down of this falsity. There is an elevated awareness of cultural oneness, a philosophical outlook that is broad spectrum and there is major ‘group think’ so it facilitates a global community, the secularization and deconstruction of major religion

Pluto in Capricorn (2008-2023) - Resurgence against multinational corporations, some sort of practical management between public sector and private operations will be established. An entrepreneurial generation and also a favorable time to begin self employment and start a personal business

Pluto in Aquarius (2023 -2043)  - Melting ice caps, dissolving financial crises with revelation and new ways of managing the economy, directed toward providing financial stability for the collective. The aid for countries that are being drowned by rising water levels, massive leaps in technology

Pluto in Pisces (2043-2066)- Materialization of aliens on earth, re connection with astrology, mystic godsends, and starry bodies. The ability to reunite with hidden unconscious wisdom. Return of a savior

Distraction (Part 2)

Prompt: Your a teacher at the school for gifted youngsters and your favorite students need help sneaking out to complete a mission but Charles said it was to dangerous so he put Peter (Quicksilver) in charge of them. You on the other hand know they are ready so you get talked into distracting Peter so they can sneak out. Jean encourages you to use any method because she plans to wipe his memory.

Little did you know she completely forgets to do so and you may have a small crush on Peter.

Warnings: smut, confrontation, peter being a little shit, kinda really intimate peter loses his virginity


Too afraid to look back you stared intently at the brown bedroom door.

Damn it Jean.

You reached for the door nob before Peter interrupted you. “Wouldn’t do that if I were you,” He said lowly.

“Turn around,” He demanded.

You did as he said slowly swiveling your body. You averted your eyes to anything other then the smug speedster crossing his arms form across the room.

“You have anything else to add, any creative little nasty things you want?,” He teased. “Look Peter, it was for the sake of the mission I was doing what I was told,” You tried to explain. “Funny you should say that, because Jean visited me this morning and told me about your feelings,” He said walking closer.

“She told me what she asked you to do and how everything you said was true,” He continued. “So you might wanna use a different excuse for giving me blue balls then running away,” He said.

Jean was really starting to push it, this was probably her whole plan you thought.

“Look Peter, if I offended you in any way Im sorry,” You said. “Offended? You think you offended me? Darling that was all I could’ve hoped for,” He added. “Now since you were so honest with me maybe I could return the favor,” He continued stepping closer.

“I like you too,” He said smirking. “I also want to fuck you senseless as you spill those dirty little words from your pretty little lips,” He whispered.
“I think I want you just as bad if not more, I want to hold you down while I make you to cum in my mouth,” He finished.

By now Peter was barely an inch away from me, hovering over me watching me squirm underneath him.

“Does that turn you on?” He asked. “Now you know how it feels except I’m gonna take care of you,” He whispered.

He bent down and slowly traced his fingers up my bare legs and reached underneath my skirt. Once feeling the lacy material of my undies he slid the down exposing the wetness that stained then. Your breath hitched in anticipation for what he could offer and so far it had been erotic. Stepping out of your shoes you slid off your shirt as Peter took off your skirt leaving you in just a bra. “Take it off,” He demanded he said referring to the last piece of clothing you had. You followed his directions leaving you naked and exposed to the only man you cared about, he took a step back to admire just a fucking gorgeous you were. His mouth began to water as his eyes landed on the growing wetness between your legs. Next thing you knew you were on the bed with Peter kissing down your thighs getting closer to your sensitive area.

Spreading your legs open he licked down your wetness as you moaned in satisfaction, he was killing you. His tongue gently played with the area around your sensitive nub getting faster and faster to you released on his tongue and he ate it all moaning at how fantastic you tasted. “So fucking good,” He said complimenting you. By now you were a mess, barely able to function and you hadn’t even noticed the Peter was still dressed.

“Peter, I want to see you,” You pleaded. He looked a bit hesitant. It confirmed what you had thought, that his confidence didn’t run as deep as you had hoped you loved how adorable he was though. He was still a virgin who was experiencing this all for the first time. You helped his slip his shirt off exposing his muscular chest and you licked your lips. His face was red from your gazing eyes as you continued to help his out of his clothes. Next were his boxers, they held a pretty big tent that Peter was most nervous about. You took your time teasing him by slightly brushing your hands on his clothes shaft as you slipped them off. He closed his eyes to afraid of your reaction, Peter’s dick was beautiful. It wasn’t to big or small it was perfect and slightly thick. “Come here,” You whispered trying to ease his insecurity. You sat him down and decided to take charge to make him more comfortable. Looking at him straight in the eye you slowly slid yourself down his shaft coating him in all your juices. Peter swore there was nothing like it, nothing to ever compare actually being inside you. He jerked off into so many things hoping to at least replicate it but nothing would ever come close. He released a throaty moan as you slid up and down, his hands finally found a place on your hips. You leaned in more for a better angle but little did you know you hand pushed your bouncing tits closer to his face and he loved it. He was in pure ecstasy and so were you, your strokes got faster and deeper and you felt yourself clench around him and your stomach heat up.

Looking directly at each other you both rode out your orgasams with Peter exploding inside you.

“That was better than I imagined,” He said as you slid off. “Yeah, I thought about a lot too,” You confessed. Reaching for your underwear you were stopped by Peter. “I’m not done with you yet, I just figured out what I’ve been missing all these years and I need to make up for it,” He stated.

You smiled, this was the start of something beautiful.

anonymous asked:

How would things turn out if Fushimi and Yata were turned into 4 year olds during their homra days together? Totsuka and Kusanagi having to act as their caretakers and struggling to get them to drink milk and eat veggies respectively(I see Fushimi picking out all the vegetables in his omurice while Yata makes faces at his milk) and seeing their differences when interacting with Mikoto with awe and fear. How will they keep up with these very different kids each with their very different needs?

Aw they would be so cute, tiny Sarumi babies being taken care of by their Homra daddies. Like Kamamoto comes back from a mission taking care of some gang that was moving in on Homra’s territory, he was supposed to be accompanying Fushimi and Yata but instead he’s got one kid on each arm. Tiny Yata is trying to squirm out of Kamamoto’s grip because he’s energetic and wants to escape while tiny Fushimi sits there quietly sucking his thumb and staring at everyone with wide scared eyes. Totsuka would be so charmed by the two kids, like he wants to take a million pictures and have the kids come and play hobbies with him. Kusanagi’s a little more cautious about it, like the kids are cute but he’s not sure about taking care of them in the bar, he can already see all the glasses that tiny Yata is going to break. Mikoto just shrugs and says it’s fine, they can handle the kids, and Kusanagi kinda sighs and notes that Mikoto’s helping too, like he’s not letting Mikoto go take a nap and dump all this on him. Mikoto walks over to take a look at the kids and Yata thinks he’s cool, like you’re so tall and you have cool hair while poor Fushimi is scared and goes to hide behind the couch.

So the Homra trio try to keep an eye on the kids for the rest of the day, tiny Yata totally latches on to tiny Fushimi and starts dragging him places and wanting to play with him. Fushimi’s a lot shyer of course and at first he tries to get Yata to leave him alone because he doesn’t know how to deal with having someone pay him all this attention. Totsuka thinks it would be good for the kids to get along and tries to play little games for them, imagine him showing them his flame butterflies as like a magic trick and they’re both amazed, Yata tries to chase them and even little Fushimi is reaching for them (since this is pre-anthill Fushimi he’s not afraid of the fire and is more enthralled by the shiny). Kusanagi tries to corral the kids for lunch, he has them both sit on stools at the bar and brings them their food. Yata’s very excited for lunch and is using his fork to make little shapes in the rice while Fushimi makes a face and probably picks at his food and refuses to eat anything. Kusanagi gives this tight smile and is like I thought this one would be a difficult one. He tries to convince Fushimi to eat a couple vegetables and Fushimi keeps refusing, it becomes a battle of wills between the two of them before Yata’s just like ‘I’ll eat them for Saruhiko!’ and thus earns Fushimi’s undying affection. Fushimi also returns the favor later when Kusanagi’s trying to convince Yata to drink some milk (maybe Kusanagi attempts the ‘it’ll make you grow big, you know?’ line and in the background Totsuka just covers his mouth to hide a laugh).

Mikoto isn’t so sure how to handle the kids and probably tries to keep out of the way but imagine him ending up being so good with them too, like he’s all gentle and awkward the way he sometimes is with Anna. Yata of course thinks Mikoto’s super cool but Yata’s also a little ball of energy and it’s hard for Mikoto to keep up, he’s trying to sleep and Yata’s just climbing all over the couch wanting to play lion tamer. Unexpectedly Mikoto and Fushimi end up getting along well, at first tiny Fushimi is totally terrified of Mikoto and keeps hiding from him. Mikoto just lets him be, figuring no point in scaring the poor kid, but at some point maybe he ends up having to take charge of Fushimi for a bit. Like Totsuka takes Fushimi and Yata out for a trip down to the store or something and Fushimi gets distracted by a line of ants marching by. When he looks up Yata and Totsuka are gone and Fushimi doesn’t know what to do, like he can’t bring himself to yell for them and he’s just sitting there looking around everywhere and getting increasingly more upset, thinking he’s been abandoned. Then Mikoto just appears from around the corner, having been contacted by a worried Totsuka (who’s probably accompanied by a crying Yata). He just holds out a hand to Fushimi and Fushimi nervously takes it, not sure what to do. Mikoto just puts a gentle hand on his head and tells him not to worry, taking him back to the bar. By the time Totsuka and Yata come back Mikoto’s asleep on the couch with Fushimi curled up beside him like a contented kitten.

Bellarke, Season 4, Love Confessions, and Kisses

There seems to be a lot of speculation about this at the moment, so I thought that I would offer in my own two cents.

My opinion on this topic is always changing, I’ve imagined it several times after various plot points and it is different almost every single time. This is just a momentary speculation based upon what we’ve seen, analyzing the crap out of that, and where I think the story is going personally.

I’ve seen a lot of people speculate that Bellarke won’t be together until season five as of late, but I disagree. Everything that I have seen in season 4 thus far gives me the idea that these two will be canon soon… probably sooner than a lot of us might think. I’m banking on a kiss by the end of season 4, and feel that it might be a disservice to the story if the writers drag it out any farther than that. 

These two characters have been building and building and building their relationship from the start of the series until now, and it has literally no where else to go. We’ve seen hugs. We’ve heard “I need you” and “I can’t lose you too” and “if you need forgiveness, I’ll give that to you” and “I trust you” and “I believe you” and “if you’re on that list, I’m on that list” and “she’ll see how special you are” and “If I don’t see you again-”

Think on those quotes for a moment. Think about how the story line and dynamic has developed between these two characters. Think about that last line and what it means in regard to where their story is going.

It’s my belief that the writers knew exactly what they were doing when they entered in that last line- that they knew exactly what we would think and how we would respond. The fact that it was said less than half-way through the season means that it will likely be revisited at some point before season five, that Bellarke is mostly likely going to be canon by the end of four.

We’re now facing another Bellarke separation after a potential love confession on Bellamy’s part. You know what ALWAYS happens when these two are separated? Everything goes to hell and they lose their minds over each other. We’ve seen this throughout the show, and every single time it happens Bellarke is brought closer because of it and they become significantly more aware of the feelings that they have for one another and how those feelings are more intense than any other relationship that they have. So, basically Bellarke+separation=development and realization of feelings. I don’t see that ending any other way than these two characters fully recognizing the love that they have for one another and acting on it. Meaning that we’re either going to get a kiss (I think this is going to happen first, actually), a love confession, or both (we’re probably going to get both but I don’t want to be too greedy).

After all this time, I still think that Clarke is going to be the one to initiate a kiss when it happens. I know Bellamy is the one that’s waiting on the sidelines to profess his everlasting love, but I think that the separation changes that. I’m one of those people that thinks Clarke knows how Bellamy feels. She cut him off last episode, probably with the same impression that we did, intentionally pushing back that conversation to a later date when it wasn’t under the circumstance of “goodbye.” The separation gives her time to analyze how SHE feels. I’m 99% certain that when Bellamy goes back to Arkadia and discovers that Octavia has run away, he’s going to do everything in his power to find her and make peace. That’s what’s important to him right now. And he’s not really going to tell anyone what he’s doing except for the blurred figure in the background (I’m pretty sure it’s Kane). When Clarke finds this out, we’re going to see her worried!kitten mode come out again. She’s going to wonder if Bellamy’s already dead and how much she needs him in her life. She’s going to realize the full extent of her feelings for him and how their relationship differs from her other friends. She’s going to dwell on his final words to her and what he might possibly say before she cut him off. She might even wish she hadn’t.

When she sees him again, I think that the writers are going to give us something that directly PARALLELS THE HUG IN 2X05. She’s going to run to him and collide into him and wrap her arms around him, but that’s not where it’s going to end this time. She’s going to press her lips to his and it’s going to be the most passionate and intense and beautiful thing that we’ve ever seen. Poor Bellamy’s probably not going to know what to think other than “dearGod,Clarke’skissingmerightnowwhatdoIdo?!” and then he’s going to return the favor in kind and deepen the kiss. Then they’re going to break away from each other, but still hold each other in their arms and smile like we’ve never seen them smile before.

That’s where my mind is right now. It’s probably a bit fanfiction-y and I’ll probably be way off base with this speculation, but I’m certain that we’ll get a kiss like this at some point. Bellarke is being written as an epic romance. So I have no doubt we’ll get an epic kiss.

I also have another speculation about how Bellarke could go this season, a bit more slow burn-y and less intense and more realistic. I’m just so in love with the potential of this idea though, because the first Bellarke hug was a moment that we all lost our minds (and still do, occasionally) and we’d lose them all even more if the writers decided to parallel that moment with a kiss. Let me know if you would like to hear the alternate speculation as well!

sinking like sand in your sea

some people believe in love at first sight. some people say it takes a lifetime. for maya hart it takes five years. // or the stages of falling in love with lucas friar

lucaya oneshot. title from send me the moon by sara bareilles

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greg x pansy learning to love themselves through loving each other

this is for the @hprarepairnet be mine challenge!

  • gregory goyle was the first boy to ever give pansy a valentine’s day card.
  • it was first year, and she remembered it perfectly.
  • she was sitting alone and crying, like the pathetic sensitive eleven year old she was, because daphne greengrass got a valentine from theodore nott.
  • the valentine’s day card she thought she deserved.
  • looking back now, she wondered why they were even giving valentine’s day cards out at the age of eleven, but i suppose that was irrelevant.
  • gregory goyle saw that she was crying and tapped her shoulder.
  • she didn’t look up at him, but she knew it was him by his large hand.
  • he slipped a valentine’s day card onto her lap and left her alone.
  • it simply read: to: pansy from: gregory - don’t be sad.
  • she scoffed at the fact that her only valentine was from gregory goyle of all people.
  • he was a nobody; just like her.
  • he gave her a valentine’s day card every year after that, and it would always have a new message.
  • it would sometimes tell her to cheer up, or to make sure to eat a lot of chocolate.
  • they became friends as the years went on, of course.
  • but it still meant everything to her that he remembered.
  • the war was over, and pansy was alone.
  • blaise fled the country; draco was under house-arrest.
  • vincent had died, and daphne cut off communication.
  • it was valentine’s day, but she forgot.
  • it wasn’t something that was important anymore.
  • but in the middle of the afternoon, she received an owl.
  • it was holding a pink envelope, and she curiously took it to see what it revealed.
  • she recognized the script on the front of it; she knew it was from him.
  • her heart thumped in her chest as she ripped it open.
  • it was nothing elaborate, but it usually never was.
  • he did not say who it was from, because he didn’t need to.
  • and he only wrote one simple sentence, one that made her heart stop in the best way possible.
  • it read: pansy, remember that you are loved.
  • and it was in that moment that she realized she was never truly alone for all those years or even now.
  • and it was then she also realized she had never returned the favor of giving greg a valentine’s day card after all those years of kindness and friendship. 
  • she was so selfish, but not anymore.
  • she took the first piece of paper she saw and replied to his note by writing: you are not alone.
  • and as the owl flew away, she hoped that maybe, just maybe, they would become something more. 
Patater Week Day 2 - Proposal (Part 1/?)

Unfinished, but better than nothing, eh?


Kent looks up from where he was picking at his supper to see his mother looking at him, mouth drawn in a serious line.

“It is high time you began thinking of marriage.”

Kent drops his fork. Now he knows why his sister Katherine was allowed to have dinner with her paints in her studio instead of eating with them. The small ting as the fork hits his plate rings throughout the silent dining room. “Mother—“

“Kent, this should hardly come as a surprise. You’ve been Out for seven Seasons now. Any longer and you will be firmly on the shelf.”

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Moral of LWA Ep. 5: Be smart.

Alternative title: Why you’ll never be as cool as Diana.

Because she slayed a fucking dragon!

Not with magic or swords or anything but with an old piece of parchment and by asserting her words.

Smaug has caught up with the times and rounds the corner like the behemoth loan shark that he is.

And only Diana is brave and smart enough (because it’s like she’s the only one who actually makes use of her brains in this group full of incompetents, oyy) to turn this case against him.

This is why it’s important to read through the terms and conditions and whatever addendum are made to a contract, especially if it’s concerning a loan.

Honestly, I can’t believe it never occurred to these teachers (adults, need I remind) to have the common sense to find someone translate this note. Surely there should have been at least one person in the witch realm who knew how to read Dragonese but they couldn’t bother to go look for them? And they let this dragon bully them around about interest for a thousand years because of that until Diana came along and put a stop to it?


On another note, ten points to Diana for being bilingual. Add another 10 if she’s multilingual in several other languages. 8D

And here we see what makes Diana not only a great witch but an astounding one.

The Enchanted Parade OVA revealed that even in that universe, witches have a history of being reviled by non-magic folk. And for some reason that I will never understand, Luna Nova agreed to host a parade displaying the humiliation their ancestors went through in the past. Diana, who’s so proud of her heritage, thinks it’s shameful that in this day and age they should continue this “tradition” of cowering before the judgement of Muggles when it should be the other way around.

This is a similar scenario. Luna Nova is so afraid of the dragon they owe a debt to, so afraid of this creature notorious for devouring witches, that they can only grovel and beg before him for extended time on payment. They’re so afraid that they can’t even think of finding another way out.

Diana absolutely won’t stand for that shit.

She found proof that they were being hoodwinked. She marched right into Fafnir’s home and confronted him without blinking an eye. She hammered it in that they didn’t owe him a cent.

Hell, she made the giant ancient lizard sweat.

Diana is amazing because she won’t let people walk all over her. If they try to intimidate you, then stay firm and intimidate them the fuck back. Don’t tolerate that crap. Stand up for yourself.

And so I ask, are we still debating who’s the Best Girl here? HUH?!

Then Fafnir tries to talk his way around it, tries to maneuver things in his favor so that he can still get money but as always, Diana is much too clever and intelligent to let him get away that easily.

She didn’t just reaffirm her position that Luna Nova WILL NOT be paying Fafnir anymore installments, now that the interest has been effectively voided by Fafnir himself…

She also closes the lid on the original debt so Fafnir can’t hound them any further than he already has AND makes it clear to Fafnir that he WILL return the amount that is not rightfully his.

That he, a dragon, WILL honor his agreement with them, mortal witches.

Diana did that.

She kicked a dragon off his high horse and forced him to come down to see eye to eye with her.

All with the greatest finesse and professionalism that nobody else in the room has the capacity to possess. She settles the academy’s dues, got money flowing back to the school, retrieved their magic stone and made a dragon face her like an equal.

Diana is incredible and you’d have to be really dumb to say otherwise.

Dawning in Dust: Part II

“Wake up! Wake up damn ye!” an unknown Scottish voice whispered.

They may as well have shouted it, for Claire twitched at the urgency in the voice. She wished she could wake up, but felt like she was climbing out of a dark fog. Why did her ribs hurt? It felt like her head was going to split open. What…. Frank? No… Randall. Captain Randall. Claire’s eyes flew open.

"Jesus fucking Christ,” she said to no one in particular. A hand went immediately over her mouth and she yelped.

"Shh! Are ye mad? Do ye want those bastards to hear us?”

Claire’s eyes found the owner of the hand. Apparently the owner of those blue, cat-like eyes as well. She was a small woman, with long jet black hair pulled back into a French braid. A scrape marred her cheek, but that wasn’t what brought Claire fully back into the waking world. Her hand was covered in dry blood.

"Mmph!” Claire uttered, rolling away from the woman.

"Shh!” the strange woman implored again, eyes fixed somewhere in the distance. “Unless ye want to be manhandled by yon Captain again, ye’d best keep quiet, aye?” she hissed.

Captain Jonathan Randall. Same last name as Frank. Same build. Same features. Was he a distant relation perhaps? Claire swallowed back nausea, hoping for ‘very distant’, and nodded. “The captain. What did you..”

"Christ, yer English!”

Either I have a concussion or she has advanced weapons training, Claire thought, as the dark haired lass brought a pistol to bear on her before she could blink. Claire raised her hands in surrender.

"Easy,” Claire said, in a calm sort of voice she’d use on a deranged patient. “Yes, I am… was… English. Weren’t we all?”

"Well that depends on who ye ask now, doesn’t it?” the other woman replied primly. “Now what are ye doing here, and why was yon captain havin’ a go at ye?”

"You know he asked me those same questions,” Claire hissed, trying with all her might to keep her voice down.

"Aye well. I wilna hurt ye,” she replied, but raised an eyebrow. “I will have an answer from ye though. Canna let ye go otherwise, times bein’ what they are ye ken?”

Claire sighed, getting more irritated by the moment. Clearly, she just needed to tell the truth so she can get out of here.

"I was traveling. I needed water so I stopped by the stream to boil some when I heard the shots. I ran for it then encountered that captain. Obviously you saw what happened next,” Claire finished lamely, crossing her arms over her chest and meeting those blue eyes straight on.

"So yer sayin’ ye dinna ken the good captain then?” the woman asked, dark eyebrow raised.

"No,” Claire replied shortly, but she could feel the blush creeping up her neck and into her cheeks.

"I see. Ye seemed surprised to see him. Even before he pushed ye, I mean.”

"Well, I wasn’t expecting to run into anyone was I?” Claire retorted, avoiding a real answer. God, he’d looked so much like Frank…

"No, I suppose not. Why were ye wanderin’ out here on yer own?”

The woman’s face was blank and impassive. Rather unnerving, really. Claire sighed again.

"I’m a nurse. Was.. a nurse. I’m alone. I.. tend to people I encounter in return for food and shelter. I typically don’t stay in one place for more than two days. Now, if you’ll take that gun off me, thank you very much, I’ll just be..”

"You’re a nurse?” the stranger interrupted, and Claire saw the expressionless mask flicker a bit. She also lowered the pistol as well. Claire blinked at this sudden change in atmosphere.

"Well. Yes. Are you.. hurt? You’ve got blood on your hands.”

"Oh, this lot isna my blood. Some of it’s yours actually. Yer head’s bleedin’.”

Well, that explained the headache, Claire thought dimly, reaching up and hissing as her fingers found the abrasion just above her hairline. Sure enough, she was bleeding. Bloody frickin of course.

The other woman pulled out a cloth and handed it over, resting the pistol on her knee as she watched Claire dab at the wound. She looked around again, but her body was relaxed, like a house cat that knows the dog is outside.

"Do ye have medicines?” she asked abruptly, making Claire blink.

"Well, yes. In my pack… oh no my pack!”

Claire made to stand up, but the woman held her at her elbow to stay put.

"No’ yet. They may still be about aye?”

Claire stared at her for a moment, but nodded and closed her eyes, trying to tell by touch if she’d have to give herself stitches.

"What’s yer name?” the woman said.

"Claire,” Claire responded automatically without opening her eyes. “Claire…” oh bloody hell… “Claire… Beauchamp.”

"Nice to meet ye Claire. I’m Jenny Murray. I have a proposition for ye.”

Claire opened her eyes at that. “Oh?”

"Aye. Ye see…” Jenny paused, as if forming the best way to say what she needed to. “It’s my brother. He’s been hurt badly. That’s why I’m here. We… helped him get away but…”

"But those men are still after him,” Claire said slowly, picking up on the situation. “The captain?”

Jenny swallowed. “Aye.”

"I see.”

Claire’s thoughts were spinning. Perhaps she could help Jenny’s brother, then make her way further north. Still, her thoughts returned to Jonathan Randall. Would he know the name Frank Randall? Could he possibly be family, by marriage?

"If ye will come wi’ me and tend to my brother, ye’ll be paid in food and shelter and given any materials ye’ll need. I can guarantee yer safety as well. Will ye accept?”

Claire gazed at Jenny. For all this stranger was small and dark, she had a fighting spirit brighter than a star. There was also someone in need of help. Claire couldn’t turn her back on that.

"Yes. Yes, I accept. I do need one favor though.”

Jenny had smiled widely at her agreement, and nodded. “Aye, anything.”

"Commando me back where you dragged me from and help me get my pack back?”

Jenny sniffed out a laugh, and held out her hand. “Done.”

Claire smiled back, held out her hand, and sealed the deal.


Tails: It doesn’t have enough power to get us both up to speed! We’re not going fast enough!
Sonic: Never tell me I’m not going fast enough!

After ‘The Sidekick’ this is my favorite Sonic Boom episode. Look at all these lovely bro moments! /)QwQ(\