#let homegirl be magical
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That awkward moment when you realized that your big bro got laid with the person you tried to kill.
Author Notes: Credits to @eternal_auditor & @jazeswhbhaven, I got this idea for this shameless worldbuilding headcanons for Heaven and Angels thanks to both of them and the latter's "Angel Bros Headcanons: Michael Flips" post. I also just want to write the scenario in general.
Warnings: Raphael is a caution flag himself, depictions of violence, thoughts of brutalizing and eating someone (being directed at MC) by Raphael, a lot of name-calling from Raphael directed at MC
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(Heaven - Time of Councils and Assemblies)
In the tranquil embrace of Heaven, evening descends like a gentle caress, casting a soft golden hue upon the timeless realm. As the radiant sun dips below the horizon of ethereal clouds, the celestial landscape is bathed in hues of pink, orange, and purple, creating a breathtaking tapestry of colors that stretches across the vast expanse of the heavenly domain. The sky is like a canvas painted lovingly by the hands of God, with the colors of a thousand sunsets, each stroke a masterpiece of divine artistry. The clouds, like celestial brushstrokes, dance across the canvas, their forms ever-changing, their edges illuminated with an ethereal glow.
Amidst the celestial splendor, angelic beings gracefully glide through the sky upon the archways of purest gold span the thoroughfares of Heaven, their graceful curves reminiscent of angelic wings in flight. Beneath these archways lie crystal atriums, their transparent walls revealing the celestial wonders of Heaven in all their resplendent glory. Their iridescent wings shimmer with divine light, flying gracefully as if they dance and pirouette in ethereal ballets, painting radiant trails of luminescence across the sky.
The lower-ranking angels engage in celestial chorales, their melodious voices intertwining in harmonies that resonate throughout the Heaven. The soaring soprano of archangels blends seamlessly with the velvety alto of cherubim, weaving a symphony that would uplift the soul and transport the listener to realms of pure bliss. The music reverberates through the celestial expanse, like a cosmic symphony conducted to worship the Almighty.
For middle-ranking angels, their beloved duty during the Pilgrimage to the Mount of Revelation to commune with their dear creator has to be despairingly pushed to merely Contemplation of Sacred Texts and attending to the Halls of Eternal Wisdom, a lesser, but an honorable duty nonetheless.
Even higher above, amidst ethereal spires and resplendent palaces that grace the heavenly expanse, angelic artisans toil diligently within the Halls of Artistry. Their deft hands sculpt magnificent statues and weave intricate tapestries, each a testament to the wonders of creation. They yearn for the day when their divine creator will bestow upon them a glimpse of their artistry, even a millisecond of recognition for their unwavering dedication to him would be more than enough.
While other angels tend to the flourishing celestial flora in the Gardens of Eternal Bliss. Radiant blooms burst forth in a splendor of colors, their petals shimmering with an otherworldly luminescence. The angels nurture these heavenly gardens with love and care, a single damage to a petal of these beautiful flowers is enough to have their heads roll to the disgusting pit of Hell, however making a mistake in God's favorite garden is an even bigger sin.
It is a mundane day for all of them.
Bang!
"Sir-!"
Creak!
"AAAAAA-!"
Crunch!
"I have yet to finish my prayer-!"
Snap!
However, it wouldn't be a normal day if there wasn't a Raphael brutally tearing and eating fleshes of every angel on his path to the Chamber of Divine Counsel to meet with other Seraphs. His blood-caked shoes thundering over polished marble as he swaggers through the vaulted corridors of Heaven, his crimson-smeared wings unfurling like banners of carnage. Red marred his short blonde hair and white attire. With each wrathful step, he leaves a trail of dismembered angel carcasses, their alabaster feathers floating like ethereal snowflakes in his wake. His crimson eye fully emits an aura of violence and fury.
Thump!
Bursting into the Chamber of Divine Counsel with enough force to make the office tremble, the room was bathed in an ethereal glow, and the other Seraphs present, Gabriel and Michael, sat in their resplendent chairs, their expressions inscrutable. Raphael's form, however, drenched in the gore of his victims, stood in stark contrast to the pristine surroundings. He only has one thought of personally feasting upon that purple hair wench's flesh when she is still alive and making her watch herself being devoured alive and cut off her tongue so she couldn't even voice out her pain.
"Why... Why is it always her...! That bitch!"
The pure white chairs, crafted from the finest celestial ivory, bore the brunt of his rage, splintering and crumbling under his kicks. Yet Gabriel and Michael, their faces devoid of emotion, paid him little attention.
"If you insist on throwing a tantrum, I implore you to do so in a realm more suited to such sorrowful displays. Hell would accommodate your temperaments more appropriately."
Michael stood tall over the intricately designed long table with a mindmap and countless brainstorming notes. Standing in a place Brother Lucifer used to stand in each council meeting. His glare locked on the furious blonde seraph before him. A frown, as if carved in stone, creased his handsome face, adding an air of solemnity to his prideful demeanor. Around his neck, a regal purple choker, embellished with ornate gold rings and shimmering gemstones, encircled his throat. At its center, a prominent gold ring held a solemn cross pendant, its gentle clinking accompanying his every movement.
In a swift motion, Michael tilted his head to the left, displaying effortless grace as he dodged the flying chair hurtling towards him at high speed. The chair collided with the wall, its impact leaving a deep dent in the panel, a testament to the force behind the throw.
"Shut that shitty mouth of yours! Maybe try to go down there yourself to ask why our dear brother is entertaining trash!" As Raphael spoke, his voice trembled with anger and frustration, his words dripping with venomous accusation. A few veins already popped on his crazed, striking appearance. Filled with unrepressed anger that led him to kill his spies who reported to him and fly from the dungeon up here.
Yet Michael continued to look at his notes, his face blissfully indifferent. His right hand continued to write on many of his papers on the white table.
"He has simply strayed from the right path."
Brother Lucifer’s footstep-less feet headed for the vile tiny red devil.
'Stop it.'
However, he couldn't say the same about his head. Memories he had been trying to wipe from his mind for years served only to haunt him. Taunting him of the gut-wrenching event more than a hundred years ago.
In the silence, pure white hands pushed through the grass and preciously held up the rotten red thing.
'Don't dirty your hands.'
His brother stroked that thing's body so softly with his hands so similar to how he once did with Michael's face. Those strong, beautiful hands that once held his face so tenderly to wipe his tears away. As he placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.
'Brother...'
"I remain confident in my ability to guide him back to the right path."
His brother's hand was holding Michael’s ray of light. The light in Brother Lucifer’s hand had stopped in front of the disgusting beast's chest, unable to advance further. He was again protecting worthless things that didn't deserve his grace.
'Why did you save it?!'
When his brother finally stood before Michael on his third step, black energy, not white, began to flow from his body.
'No-NononononoNONO-'
From his beloved brother’s head, the gorgeous head of the Morning Star, bright red horns that were the same color as the vile thing that tempted him began to grow.
'Brother- Brother Lucifer please!'
"You shall witness it in due time."
"I love you, my brother. Which is why I will give you one last chance. Return."
Crack!
The force of Michael's left hand left a massive crack in the opulent crystal marble table that trailed down to the other end of it. Effectively bringing clarity back to Raphael as the blonde gazes at Michael's hard knuckle gripping the table painfully, ignoring the blood pooling down to the marble floor and further dirtying the former pristine chamber.
Michael's abrupt actions were met with an air of knowing silence from the two. It wouldn't be far-fetched if they possessed a secret understanding of his motivations that would elude outsiders.
"Hmph," a scoff rang out and pierced the silence of the room, originating from the slender man with platinum blonde hair seated to Michael's right. His face, though classically handsome with a pale complexion, remained stoic and emotionless, belying the arrogance that dripped from the single syllable he uttered.
"Then you better live up to those words."
Gabriel's lean was a graceful movement, his body sinking into the chair as if it were a throne. His arms crossed over his chest, the crisp white of his shirt contrasting sharply with the gleam of the gold chain that adorned his white jabot ruffle shirt. The fabric of his sleeves rustled softly against the delicate filigree, creating a symphony of subtle sounds that echoed through the silent room. His eyes, deep and enigmatic, surveyed the scene before him, his expression a mixture of amusement and quiet contemplation.
"Furthermore, even in his current state, Brother Lucifer still demonstrates a reverence for God. It is conceivable that his actions are merely a symptom of his yearning for God's divine presence."
In this timeless realm, where Gabriel proudly proclaims to reign supreme as the epitome of seraphic obedience, there exists but one for whom he would willingly surrender his esteemed position: Brother Lucifer. The firstborn of God's creations, Brother Lucifer's devotion to his Maker surpassed all others, earning him the title of Morning Star. His brilliance illuminated the heavens, casting an unrivaled radiance that even Gabriel's wings could not obscure.
It was Brother Lucifer who instilled within the celestial choirs the rituals and observances that expressed their gratitude to the Almighty. Yet amidst his unwavering piety, Brother Lucifer adhered to a solitary discipline known only to himself. Only a select few had glimpsed this secret regimen, elusive even to those who had followed his every step for countless eons.
Solitary would not be said without Brother Lucifer's name being attached to the word. He found solace in his own construction of hallowed sanctuaries. These Majestic Temples of Worship at odd places in Heaven served as his solitary refuge, where he could commune with the divine without the distractions of others. His devotion ignited a spark in other angels, who, inspired by his example, crafted Halls of Artistry. They sculpted countless colossal statues of the Almighty, their grandeur exceeding the limits of mortal imagination.
No one dared step one foot into his havens, they were for Brother Lucifer alone, and death would be upon those who broke that unspoken rule.
Yet there were times he allowed Gabriel to join him during Celestial Meditation in the secluded Garden of Eternal Reflection, a sacred sanctuary hidden deep within the heart of Heaven. Here, amidst the fragrant blossoms and tranquil pools, Brother Lucifer let Gabriel join his silent meditation and prayers. It was one of the highlights of Gabriel's day when his brother was still around.
"Not if he is messing with the descendant of Solomon."
Raphael's voice now had the former rage in it that reminded him of what he came here for, to be in these two insufferable presences. He could barely believe it when one of his spies uttered those words out of their useless mouth. That Lucifer? The Morning Star? His brother who despises Solomon as much as any other angel and the one that would bite another head off if they recklessly touched him even in the rendezvous night at the sacred Eternal Flame at the heart of Heaven where they allowed themselves to let loose for a bit?
It sounds fucking unbelievable, but when they show him a picture of that purple-haired vixen bumping parts with his brother, it sends him off the reels. He kills most of the spies and storms out of his favorite dungeon to here.
"Pardon?" Michael's mismatched eyes bulged, his neck creaking and twitching as he stared up at Raphael in a frenzy of incomprehension, his falsely composed display gone. The mere hint of the truth was liable to send the black-haired Seraph into a rampage and murder them all.
"Are you suggesting..." Gabriel's face, previously etched in stoicism, crumbled into a mask of horror. He couldn't believe the words that had escaped Raphael's lips, but he couldn't shake the realization that was slowly creeping upon him. He desperately wished that the words that came out of Raphael's mouth were nothing more than a cruel jest, but the look in his eyes said otherwise.
"I said, he's with the descendant of Solomon, that purple-haired harlot...that traitor....that cheat- That tempting trash!"
It pissed Raphael off even more as he raised his voice volume, veins now appearing on his throat, especially at the reminder of his text with that two-timer. The sheer self-satisfied energy radiating off his phone screen almost makes him fly down to Hell to choke that bitch until her brain pops out of her head himself.
"This is preposterous...impossible..." Michael's jaw hung slack, his eyes wide with disbelief as Raphael's accusations cut through the air like a madman who had just been cheated on. His normally steady stance faltered, replaced by a palpable sense of hysteria that made his body tremble. He stumbled backward, his back colliding with the cold, unforgiving wall as if seeking solace from the onslaught of emotions that threatened to consume him. The wall provided no comfort, its smooth surface a stark contrast to the turmoil raging through his body.
"I'm not joking. I heard her talking about Lucifer, his scar, his... 'thing'," The mere mention of his beloved brother's private part sends shivers down his spine as his voice quivered. The thought of that conniving bitch taking full advantage of the trust Brother Lucifer had placed in her made his blood boil with simmering rage. And that she dared to go against her promise to him as if those moments they shared in the poisonous sky of Hell meant nothing.
"She knows his exact measurements!- You know what, look at this shit yourself!" With a resounding slam that echoed through the room like a thunderclap, he unveiled the damning evidence: a collection of photographs frozen in time, capturing moments of intimate interaction between Lucifer and the individual in question.
The images fell upon the table with a heavy thud, causing the fragile surface to tremble under the weight of their revelation. Despite the force of impact that threatened to shatter the fragile table beneath them, the pictures remained intact, their unspoken truth radiating from their glossy surfaces like a painful revelation begging to be acknowledged.
Michael's face contorted with a ghastly twitch as if he were attempting to conjure laughter, but the sound that escaped his lips was more akin to a hollow echo in the thick, suffocating atmosphere. "Shut up," his mind struggled to piece together the unthinkable truth that lay sprawled before him like a macabre revelation. Denial, a feeble shield against the onslaught of evidence, crumbled before the weight of reality, leaving him quaking.
"I swear before Thrones of Heavenly Majesty I will make her rue the day she even touched him. She corrupted him and brought him over to the side of temptation. God would never-" As Gabriel's solemn vow echoed through the room, the air crackled with the intensity of his conviction, thick with the gravity of impending retribution for the sinner.
His words struck a nerve, exacerbating Michael's fraying composure. The gravity of the situation bore down upon him like a suffocating weight, his anger bubbling to the surface in fervor.
"FUCKING SHUT UP! IT'S NOT REAL! IT'S NOT REAL!" Michael's voice cracked with anguish and insanity, his outburst sending shockwaves through the chamber. In his distress, the chamber was engulfed in an inferno, casting eerie shadows that danced upon the walls. In the distance, the echo of Michael's despair mingled with the desperate prayers and curses of those trapped within the blazing office. The once-orderly chamber had become a scene of utter chaos and destruction.
"O, Almighty Creator," Gabriel's voice trembled with urgency, his words a fervent entreaty to the absent God above. "Grant us clarity in this hour of darkness, illuminate our path with Your divine light."
Meanwhile, Gabriel's attempts at prayer offered little solace as he grappled with the implications of Raphael's revelations.
His murmurs grew more frantic with each passing moment, a desperate attempt to find solace in the face of unsettling truths. "Guide us through this tempest, O Lord, for we are adrift in a sea of uncertainty. Let Your wisdom be our compass, and Your mercy our salvation."
But despite his fervent appeals, only shrieks and flames answer back, echoing throughout Heaven from the burning chamber they're in.
"She said she'd only do that with me..." Raphael’s voice cracked with bitterness, each word laced with venomous resentment. His fingers curled into fists, nails digging into his palms as he fought to contain the seething anger threatening to consume him whole. "...she lied...she lied..."
The weight of betrayal hung heavy in his heart, suffocating him with its oppressive presence. Raphael's chest heaved with each labored breath, his heart aching with the sting of betrayal. "Fucking cheater..." His words dripped with venom, the bitterness of betrayal poisoning his soul.
With a primal snarl, Raphael's control shattered like glass, shards of rage cutting deep into his consciousness. He lashed out blindly, his teeth sinking into the flesh of a passing stupidly brave angel that came to check on the three Seraphs, the taste of blood a bitter reminder of his own foolishness.
"I hate her..." The words escaped his lips in a guttural growl, each syllable dripping with raw fury. His grip tightened around the angel's trembling form, nails digging into flesh as he sought to vent his pent-up rage on an unwitting victim.
"I'm not sloppy seconds..." Raphael's voice cracked with rage, his crimson eyes ablaze like a firestorm. He tore into the angel's flesh with savage ferocity, his actions a grotesque display of his inner turmoil. "...I'm no side bitch!"
Boom!
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"Hm?", in the dim recesses of his grandiose office, Lucifer, who was engrossed in his craftsmanship of carving the statue of the divine, lifted his gaze from his artistic endeavor by the sudden but subtle yet discernible disturbance in the island above the sky of Hell.
His pure white eyes shimmered with an otherworldly glow. Despite the plaster and pigments that adorned his once-pristine garments save for his bloody back that had his broken wings. His form radiated a timeless beauty, marred only by the grim expression on his handsome visage.
The sensation he felt was like a creeping up from above, like a ripple in the placid waters of a celestial lake.
'What are those three getting angry at right now?'
Raon, who was perched upon the plush velvet couch that adorned his office, her tall form immersed in the pages of an ancient tome, looked up swiftly at Lucifer's voice, a rare occurrence after hours of silence.
Once she raised her gaze from the text, her curious eyes meeting Lucifer's form with silent inquiry. Normally, she would wait until Lucifer is willing to tell her what is on his mind, but currently, she is bored and needs a break after reading several magic grimoires Lucifer gave her and practicing with them for almost a whole day.
'Let's just hope he will at least give me a short answer.'
"Um, Lucifer, is there something wrong?" Raon's voice, soft and tentative, carried a note of concern as she awaited his response, her gaze fixed unwaveringly upon him.
Lucifer's answer was measured, his words carrying the weight of foreboding. "I feel there's a disturbance. There would be a storm soon," he left out the part that it was most likely his brothers being angry about something again.
"Is it related to the angels?" Yet the young woman still managed to catch onto the hidden message, her question not directed at ordinary angels but at his brothers as she nervously tightened her grip on her grimoire.
Lucifer nodded solemnly. "Very likely," he confirmed. His gaze remained fixed on the distant horizon but his voice relaxed to ease the lady's tension as he contemplated the unfolding events in the celestial realm.
"Oh, then I will get back to my training-", with a subtle shift of his form, he turned his attention back to Raon, his gaze meeting hers with a serene intensity as he stood up to clean himself with a swipe of his finger. He tidied himself with a cleaning spell and put his tools and statues back into their orderly places without doing so himself physically—a casual display of his magic that Raon wishes to get to one day.
"It's fine," Lucifer assured her, his tone gentle yet authoritative. "Let's take a rest. Care to join me for a walk to the observatory room?" Quietly, he held out his right arm for her to hold on to if she wanted to accompany him.
Raon's heart fluttered at the invitation, her breath catching in her throat as she struggled to contain her excitement. "Really? I-I mean, of course! Please lead the way." Her words spilled forth in a rush of eagerness, her eyes shining with anticipation as she rose from her seat and she excitedly but carefully walked over to Lucifer's spot.
As Raon raised her gaze, a silent query lingering in her eyes, she studied the handsome devil's countenance for the slightest hint of unease. Finding none, she shyly reached out and clasped his arm, a silent agreement passing between them. Together, they embarked on a leisurely stroll, the pace unhurried yet purposeful.
Lucifer, typically swift in his movements, slowed his steps to accommodate Raon, pausing whenever she expressed a desire to linger and marvel at the exquisite white blossoms that adorned Paradise Lost, a sight reserved only for the privileged few. The air was filled with a sense of tranquility and reverence as they meandered through the garden, each step bringing them closer to their destination, yet allowing them to savor the beauty that surrounded them. Unbothered by the chaos that is currently exploding in Heaven.
#what in hell is bad#whb#whb worldbuilding#whb michael#whb gabriel#whb raphael#whb lucifer#whb mc#minors dni#these 3 are so silly/jk#i will act like the christmas event didn't happen and just let mc girlbossing in another way#let homegirl be magical#lucifer is literally God's first fan boi#guess who these three got there habits from#it would be funny if lucifer was the wild one that contain himself to be a role model to his brothers but it failed anyway#they still love him tho and that is all it matter
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As per your request! I just copied and pasted it from my comment!!
Also. Love your stories. Love it when you post them. They’re just always so short!! I’m so greedy! I always want more!! I’m always full of ideas so if you need any just ask. (I feel like you don’t need them though you do so well writing!) I’m far to ADHD to actually write any of them so happy for you to create the magic lol
They randomly meet a few weeks/months later in a coffee shop and sit down and chat… or she just happens to Bert her bestie Ava at the school hoping to get a glimpse of her!!
I dunno. You’re the artist! As long as it’s happy and smooshy!! 🥰
Thank you for your sweet, sweet words! As requested, here is part 2! I definitely didn't follow the prompt at all, but this is what I came up with, and I hope it's okay!
Enchanted- pt 2
Part 1
WC: ~2.4k
You went to text Ava the next day after meeting Melissa, but you just couldn’t find the courage. So here you are, still just sitting at your desk job, thinking about her. Your mind is filled with what she could be doing right now- actually you know what she’s doing: it’s 11 am on a Monday morning. She’s at school, probably teaching her second graders. You sit there for another half an hour before it’s finally time for your lunch break, and you take the walk down to the Wawa around the corner like you usually do.
Melissa opens up her Tupperware container, only to let out a loud groan at the odor that comes out of it.
“What the hell is that smell?” Ava scrunches her nose up as she walks in.
“I knew it was a risk bringing this today,” the redhead grumbles as she dumps the contents out into the trash can. “But I thought I could get another day out of it.”
“Damn, girl,” the principal laughs. “That sucks. Wawa lunch for you, I guess.”
“Anyone want anything?” the second grade teacher asks as she slings her bag over her shoulder. Jacob goes to say something, but he’s cut off by Melissa loudly announcing, “Alright, if no one wants anything, I’ll be back in twenty minutes.”
She storms her way down to the convenience store- the same convenience store that you’re currently standing in. She sees you as soon as she walks in.
You’re not nearly as dressed up as you were the other night when she saw you, and you look to be in deep concentration as you decide what you want for lunch that day. She chuckles as she watches your furrow your brows deeper than she ever thought possible. She’s absolutely enamored.
“For Christ’s sake, Y/N,” you chastise yourself quietly. “Just pick something.”
She stands behind you and laughs softly. “You know, you can’t go wrong with their quesadillas.”
You nearly jump three feet in the air. You weren’t expecting anybody to come up behind you, and you certainly weren’t ready for the woman that has been occupying your thoughts to be there.
“Oh my…” you take a deep breath as you look at her. She looks… wow. Your cheeks instantly heat up. “Hey, Melissa.”
“Hey, hun,” she chuckles. “You forget lunch today too?”
You don’t really want to admit this, but you aren’t about to lie. “I usually take a walk down here everyday for lunch.”
“Everyday?”
“Like clock work,” you tell her, as you still mull over what to get for lunch. “It’s so bad most of the employees here know me by name.”
As if on cue, one of the workers there looks up and gives you a grin. “Hey, Y/N! The usual today?”
“Usual?” Melissa smirks.
“Aw, yeah!” the employee grins. “Homegirl comes in everyday!”
“Damn, you weren’t kidding’,” the redhead mutters, smirk still written on her face. She hip checks you lightly, effectively making you move over. She hits a few buttons, and then looks at you expectantly. You just stand there, not quite sure what you’re supposed to do.
“Oi,” the woman rolls her eyes. “Put in your order before I order for you.”
“Oh, no,” you stumble out. “I- I couldn’t ask you to pay for my-”
“You didn’t ask, I’m just doin’ it. And I ain’t gonna hear any arguments,” she tells you sternly.
“Melissa, I-”
“Hey, kid!” the teacher calls to the employee that greeted you. “What’s her order?”
He rattles it off as Melissa taps through the different screens, and you give him a look of betrayal. She prints off the ticket, wanders over to the drinks and grabs a raspberry tea before heading for the register.
“Melissa, you really don’t have to,” you try again.
She’s already handing the ticket over to the man behind the counter and pulling her card out of her wallet though.
“At least let me give you cash… or Venmo?”
“Absolutely not,” she rolls her eyes. The two of you stand and wait for them to make your meals, and when she hands in the printed paper and gets your food, she hands it to you with a smile. “Enchanted.”
With a hair toss, she makes her way out. The entire walk back to your office, you grin. She bought you lunch. She said, ‘enchanted’ again. Then, you mentally kick yourself because you didn’t ask her out, you didn’t ask for her number, you didn’t tell her you would get the next meal, you didn’t even reply with that one word that seems to be your thing now.
You eat your usual order from Wawa, and there’s something about it… it just tastes so much better.
As Melissa struts back into the school, she has that confident smile on her face.
“Damn, what happened to you in that Wawa, girl?” Ava laughs as she watches the redhead settle back into her seat and take a bite of her hoagie.
“Oh, nothin’,” the redhead shrugs. “Just saw a friend there.”
The next day, Melissa doesn’t come into school with a container full of her own cooking like she usually does. She doesn’t even enter the staff room when lunchtime rolls around. Instead, she grabs her bag and heads down the street to hopefully run into you again at the Wawa.
You’re standing there again, ordering your meal, although you look a little frustrated today. She doesn’t know that your frustration is because you had been standing there for ten minutes, hoping she would come in. You had just admitted defeat and decided to order when she waltzed in.
“Rough day?” the redhead saunters over and asks you.
Your eyes go wide, and the mental fog is lifted when you hear her voice and smell her perfume. “Hey.”
“Rough day?” she repeats.
You shake your head. “Just a little tired,” you tell her as you move to the side so she can put in her order. “I can’t focus on anything at work.”
She taps away on the screen, ordering hers and then also yours.
You swallow hard. “You remember my order?”
“Course I do,” she shrugs. She hits the button to print the ticket, but as she goes to grab it, you take it first. You make your way over to the drink stations, grab a diet coke, and gesture for her to get her own drink. She grabs a raspberry tea again and then follows you to the register. As you go to hand your card over, a gentle hand slaps your card out of your hand and to the ground. She’s standing there with a smirk as she goes to hand her own card over.
“Aye, Schemmenti,” you playfully growl as you bend over to pick your card up. “It’s my turn to buy.”
“Nah, I got this one,” she chuckles. She also goes to hand her card over, but you smack it out of her hand and throw your card at the employee- a man who is used to seeing you come in and actually checked the two of you out yesterday.
“It’s her turn,” the man shrugs with a cheeky smile as he takes your card, although he does slightly cower at Melissa’s glare. Then the redhead turns to you and immediately turns softer.
“Thank you,” she places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “But I got next one.”
“Alright, alright,” you laugh as the two of you head over to the counter to wait for your meals.
“So, you forgot your lunch again?” you ask her.
“Yeah,” she sighs. “Had it out on the counter and left it.” It’s a complete and total lie. She knew she had to test fate to see you again.
The two of you chat while they get your order together, and once again, she’s bidding you a goodbye with a gentle, ‘enchanted’. This time, you get to say it back, and your smiles and blushes are quite similar to each other.
This continues for the next few weeks, until one day she doesn’t show up at the Wawa like she usually does. Your day sucks. And you’re supposed to meet with Ava after the school day to go get your nails done. You know she’s going to be onto you when you show up in a bad mood.
“Damn girl,” she rolls her eyes and raises a brow. “What’s got your panties in a twist?”
“Nothin’,” you roll your eyes back. “Let’s just get our nails done and gossip.”
“You know I’m always down for that shit,” she laughs.
The two of you talk for a while as the ladies do your nails before it the conversation turns to your love life.
“Well, who is it this week?” your best friend asks you.
“No one,” you sigh.
“Well no wonder you’re in a bitch mood- you need to get some!”
“Girl, you make me sound like I’m with someone new every weekend, and you know for a fact that I am very much not like that,” you roll your eyes.
“You have to have your eye on someone,” the principal says. “Otherwise you would be out at the bar looking for someone!”
You mull over telling her, and before you know it, the words are spilling out of your mouth, “Well, I do have my eye on one person, but it’ll never happen, so…”
“Ooh, girl! You got tea! Spill it!”
“It’s really not a big deal,” you tell her, hoping she doesn’t pry. Of course she does, it’s Ava, so you have to go about describing Melissa without Ava being able to catch on.
“She’s a little older than us, she’s tough on the outside but has a soft spot for me,” you tell her. “Easy on the eyes, smart as a whip.”
“Girl, why didn’t you tell me you were practically dating someone?! If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re describing Schemmenti."
“I’m not,” you roll your eyes. “I really just see M- this woman when we run into each other at Wawa.”
“What’s her name?” the principal wiggles her eyebrows, all too interested in your love life.
“Enough about my love life,” you shut her down. “Anything interesting happen at school today?”
“I had to cover Schemmenti’s classes today,” Ava tells you. “Woman sounded awful today when she was calling out.”
It clicks in your head that that’s why she wasn’t there to meet you at the Wawa like she usually did, and it isn’t like she has your number to let you know she wasn’t going to meet you. You instantly feel a bit of relief that she didn’t just decide not to come- but you feel bad that she isn’t feeling well.
“Oh?” you try to hide how you actually feel about it. “Is she alright?”
“Nasty cough,” your best friend tells you. “But she assured me she’d be back tomorrow… Red never calls out, so I knew she was feeling pretty shitty.”
“That sucks,” you sigh softly. “Hopefully she’s back tomorrow.”
“So you can ‘run into her at Wawa’?” your best friend blind sides you with her casual remark.
“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say quickly, hoping to cover yourself.
“Oh, please,” she waves the hand that isn’t being painted right now. “I saw the eyes the two of you were giving each other at the fundraiser, and Melissa has been going to Wawa everyday since the one day her lunch went bad. I know she’s going to the same Wawa you go to everyday, and she always comes back in a better mood. I put it together about a week in. And you just confirmed it.”
“I did not.”
“Girl, remember, I’ve known you since we were five. I know when you’re lying. Listen, she’s your type, your hers. I say go for it.”
“Maybe I will… if she’s feeling better and at school tomorrow.”
“If I know Schemmenti, she will be,” Ava rolls her eyes. “She might be half asleep, and an absolute bitch tomorrow, but she’ll be there.”
Melissa looks like hell as she drags herself into the Wawa, but to you she still looks gorgeous as ever. When she spots you, her eyes light up.
“The usual?” she asks you as the two of you head to the ordering stations. Her voice is barely there.
“Mel, you should be home resting,” you tell her pointedly.
“I’m fine,” she grumbles. “Besides, I can’t miss. The kids have important tests coming up, and-” she interrupts herself to cough. It sounds awful.
You lay a gentle hand on her shoulder and rub it soothingly. Once she’s finished coughing, she sighs.
“Soup instead of your usual hoagie?” you ask her, already pressing buttons to order her a chicken noodle soup.
She looks defeated but nods. “Yeah, that sounds good.”
You insist on paying, telling her to let herself be taken care of. She begrudgingly listens, mumbling about how she’s a Philly girl and she can handle herself. You roll your eyes, but you assure her that she’s still a tough Philly girl- that it’s okay to lean on someone else. As the two of you are standing there, she coughs a few times. Again, you lay a gentle hand on her shoulder. When she’s finally done coughing, she quite literally leans into your body just slightly.
“Sorry I ditched ya yesterday,” she wheezes out. “I couldn’t drag myself out of bed.”
“No need to apologize,” you assure her. “I’m glad you were home getting some rest.”
“I just kept wishing I had a way to tell you,” she mutters.
“Well, why don’t I just give you my number, so if that happens again… or you want to get something besides Wawa with me, we can text?” you shoot your shot with the woman.
“That sounds… enchanting,” she smiles softly. “When I’m feeling better, I’ll make us dinner? I’m one hell of a cook.”
“I’d be enchanted,” you tell her warmly.
As the two of you separate, you get a text from her. Enchanted.
By the time the end of the work day is over, Ava has texted you too. Bitchhh! I’m assuming you shot your shot. Red came back into the school practically dancing.
Yeah. You’re just starting this chapter of life- that one night was truly enchanting, and it really was the very first page.
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#melissa schemmenti x you#melissa schemmenti fanfic#melissa schemmenti x reader#melissa schemmenti#abbott elementary fanfiction#abbott elementary fanfic#abbott elementary
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Cucumber face mask and Fist of Vengeance.
warnings: fluffy Jake ya'll. I died from his cuteness when writing this.
a/n: Jake Lockley is a total simp for you madly in love with you
as always, thanks to my homegirl @imgoingtofreakoutnow for helping me with Spanish parts <3
gif credit @mandobi-wan
How soft would Jake Lockley's heart go for you?
One would think he was lethal and scary. And he was, but with you, it was the exact opposite. If someone told him he would be madly in love, he would have fixed them a glare or a mocking grin. Boy, was he wrong.
He was absolutely smitten with you. It was the reason he let you sit comfortably on his lap. His left hand was loosely draped around your waist, just in case if you slipped back. Plus, he loved holding you in that position, sitting on his lap, facing him.
You squeezed the sides of his face with your index and thumb fingers, making his lips pucker into a cute pout. "You are so cute", you said, kissing his pouty lips with a loud 'mwah'
"You are staring" he stated, as a matter of fact, with a smug smile on his face.
"What? am I not allowed to look at my baby?"
Jake Lockley was many things, but cute?. Oh well, if you said he is cute, then he is cute. If you called him baby, then damn right he is your baby. No questions or protests by him.
"lo que tú digas, mi amor" he accepted it with a tiny smile on his lips.
He did not live his life through rose tinted glasses. Everywhere he saw, it was all dark corners, dark souls, with promises of threats and evil lurking—until you came into the picture.
You traced his face with your fingers delicately, his eyebrows, temples, cheek bones, the soft skin below his eyes, his nose. You brought your face closer to his, placing a feather light kiss on the little scar on his nose bridge.
His eyes closed for a moment. He was aware of his good looks and how many eyed him with lustful gazes everyday. But love? The magical word with the capital 'L', he never dreamt of such thing, but now? Oh my God, his heart would burst into fluttering butterflies.
You loved him and adored him— each touch so gentle, you could not hurt him even on accident. Your love was like warm sun on chilly days.
Now, you were not completely 'pure like an angel', no one was. But to Jake 'I love and adore my girlfriend with all my heart' Lockley, you were the best thing ever happened to him. All his life, he thought his purpose was to protect Marc and Steven and keep them safe. It changed when he you came into their lives, well it did not change completely, more like he had another person to protect. His sweet princesa.
"You alright there, baby?" you paused, your finger tip resting above a scar on his left eyebrow.
Here you were, making sure he was comfortable and alright, even now.
You loved the parts of him that needed the most love.
Your love was careful. Your love was soft, yet fierce and passionate.
Oh how nice it felt to be adored, to be cared for, spoken to in softer and caressing tones, to be held gently by your hands.
He opened his eyes. His usually sharp eyes was round with softness. If he kept looking into your face full of nothing but love for him, he would cry tears of happiness, he thought.
To answer your question, he brought your finger tips to his mouth, kissing them. Then he kissed your palm and the sensitive spot under your wrist, making you giggle. "I'm alright, princesa". His voice was bit gruff, but his heart wasn't. And you knew that. With a hint of smile, you kissed that above that scar on his eyebrow, ever so lightly.
He could kill someone with a hard look on his face, but the moment his eyes laid on you, his expression would soften.
You caressed the tip of his nose with yours. "You know what we can do now?" you pecked his lips quickly and pulled back, "we can do face masks"
"A what?" his eye brows was furrowed.
You sprung off his lap, making your way to the bathroom cabinet. His eyes followed you, he could hear you rummage through it.
.
He would sit with a cucumber face mask on his face with you on a wednesday night.
That's how soft Jake Lockley's heart would go for you.
Only you.
His love.
His woman.
.
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"What the odd little mortal have done to you?!" Khonshu's voice boomed in Jake's ears. He was shocked to see Jake sitting camly next to you with a...what is that thing on his face? what have you done to my fist of Vengeance?!
Jake stared into a space behind you, mumbling something and shaking his head.
"What does your bird friend say now?" you asked your man, with a light amusement dancing in your eyes.
"Nothing, mi amor. Don't worry" his hand wrapped around your waist.
"I can put this mask on his face too if he like-"
Before you could even finish the last word, the God of the moon fled in fear. In fear of an odd little mortal; an odd little mortal that had his Fist of Vengeance wrapped around her finger.
#jake lockley x reader#jake lockley imagine#jake lockley fluff#moon knight x reader#moon knight imagine#moon knight#jake lockley#wystie-verse
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Feelin like a fuzzy blanket, the first sip of water at the top of the mountain hike, & being in the passenger seat of your speeding ass homegirls car all at once. Inspired to push all boundaries, while learning that slowness is magic. Stillness is the secret ingredient. Heart exploding and expanding in directions it’s never known before. Discipline, commitment and motivation pouring in and overflowing. Feeling extremely competitive with my selves of the past, in life love and learnin. Letting God lead, in every which way. Choosing lighter cuz fuck dat load. No smoke unless it’s real smoke, I hope everyone on this earth know I love them regardless… that’s how I’m feeling. Cheers 🫀
#kehlani#kehlaniedit#wocedit#flawlessbeautyqueens#dailywomen#femalegifsource#blogmusicdaily#ugh I love her so much#gifs#*
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the bell test with taylor hebert reincarnated as naruto would really be a wholeass circus of insanity. girlie is unhinged enough to make ninja double-take and it shows.
when kakashi says to come at him with deadly intent you know she would ask for it in writing. "it's generally frowned upon to kill superiors," says taylor, who is pretty sure she would have heard by now if promotion could be earned through murder around here. "in case we succeed I'd like a guarantee we won't get in trouble."
homegirl is only preoccupied with the political backlash and completely unphased by the idea of yknow. killing a dude. and since they're literally being trained to be child soldier mercenaries she doesn't think that anyone else would see it as weird. but kakashi obviously does because uh, hello, she is a fresh graduate in peacetime? why is this kid so chill?
tay also spent the entire morning trapping the training grounds to high heavens with poisoned wire. so you know sakura is convinced by now that all those rumors about uzumaki being a dangerous maniac are 110% true. sasuke is just hnn-ing to the side in agreement of taylor's perfectly sensible request of their sensei, because he is also his own brand of fledgeling unhinged.
kakashi would then pull out like an old receipt or something and scrawl messily on the back of it, because trolling is 30% of his personality (the other 70% is trauma). and as soon as taylor grabs the note, confirming she indeed has permission to go all out, she's all *mentally cracks knuckles*
mans said lethal force? aight bitch lets play.
ten minutes later kakashi has a newfound hatred of tay's specialized stinkbombs and a healthy respect for flashbang tags. girlie did her research the night before and brought an arsenal to target sensitive noses and magic eyes, alongside the usual oodles of poison because her reaction to learning she was immune to most kinds had even the endbringer-equivalent in her stomach feeling wary.
ofc taylor wasn't able to actually kill kakashi. but because she is a totally sensible and sane girl her reaction to not being able to defeat a former black ops captain at twelve years of age is to be disappointed. the fact she couldn't even lightly maim him has tay wondering if she's destined for failure and death, because that is of course a very normal thing to think after you put a jounin on the back foot in battle. I love her.
kakashi is now wondering how on earth he's going to wrangle this feral child and jokes on you mfer the answer is you won't.
#taylor uzumaki au#taylorpinions#shinobipinions#naruto#parahumans#taylor hebert#kakashi hatake#sakura haruno#sasuke uchiha
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Mirabel's gift is she can grant wishes! Like as soon as she touched her doorknob, it transformed into a genie lamp with Mirabel dressed as a genie.
Very cool ⁉️⁉️
Seriously, I do like this au <333 homegirl got that genie magic❗❗
Uhhhh. I think that when she's younger, she grants 1 wish, per person, per day. But the older she gets, the more wishes she can grant. By 10, she can grant up to 2, and by 15, 3 wishes per person, per day. She's not completely bound by the lamp though, she can use her magic to some extent outside of wishes. And I think while Mirabel is usually outside of her lamp to get wishes, Alma or some other family member might occasionally carry it around. She can be summoned if someone rubs the lamp, it gets annoying sometimes though, so she tries to leave it at Casita.
She might only be able to max out other people at 3 people, but for her family, she lets them have however many because she loves them <33 Also her magic I feel is limited by the usual things. No bringing back anyone from the dead, no killing, no making anyone fall in love, and no changing the past/messing with time in general. Mirabel also probably can refuse wishes.
I don't think she's magically bound to the lamp like other genies. It's only a gift, and if the candle ever went out, she's lost her genie magic lol. She might not have control over the outside of her lamp's appearance (Alma insists she keeps it looking "neat", her room inside is very??? I don't wanna say chaotic, but a lot is going on. As for where it is⁉️??? Maybe there’s like a carved out hole in the wall where her door should be, and it sort of sits on a pedestal or stand of some kind, and maybe her name is carved right above the hole. Probably glows too.
Since she has no door, technically, her lamp can travel with her, and so can her room. She can enter it and leave it freely, but others can't. For others to enter, the lamp first has to be in Casita, and then others can enter it. How idk.
I made two versions, one for her usual, and then the other from her ceremony <333
She’s still loves embroidery and playing music (when she has the time) 🤭🤭
Would love to see more honestly
#my asks#my asks are open#encanto#encanto au#au#encanto mirabel#encanto alma#genie mirabel au#genie#djinni
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@kehlani: feelin like a fuzzy blanket, the first sip of water at the top of the mountain hike, & being in the passenger seat of your speeding ass homegirls car all at once. inspired to push all boundaries, while learning that slowness is magic. stillness is the secret ingredient. heart exploding and expanding in directions it’s never known before. discipline, commitment and motivation pouring in and overflowing. feeling extremely competitive with my selves of the past, in life love and learnin. letting God lead, in every which way. choosing lighter cuz fuck dat load. no smoke unless it’s real smoke, i hope everyone on this earth know i love them regardless… that’s how i’m feeling. cheers 🫀
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last song: O Holy Night by Lou Christie, best version there is, well, other than the one that features my rewritten lyrics in honor of the death of grody cheeto... anyway, I love this version because it's beautiful (I mean that in a very secular way), because the song itself has an interesting history, and because another song I love, Unchained Melody, by the Righteous Brothers, starts off in a very similar way. OHN is 52 bpm and UM is 66 bpm.
favorite color(s): greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen!
currently watching: Cherry Magic (Thai) w/ my friends
last movie: Cherry Magic (Jpn) w/ my friend, but may watch it again soon since we watched it before I created the discord server and our other friend hasn't seen it yet.
currently reading: Semantic Error just finished(!) and The Dangerous Convenience Store will be ending soon. It's been a while, but I'm also rereading homegirls & handgrenades, a book of poems by Sonia Sanchez. This book is in tatters; I've loved it thoroughly over the years. It was a Christmas gift from my mother back in '91. And the inscription reads: May your love for our heritage be enriched through the reading. May your knowledge of our history continue to grow.💚
Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Spicy > Savory > Sweet (if I'm in the mood)
last thing I googled searched: "can you use hashtags on bluesky" … so, I completely forgot that I joined the wait-list and my invite just came, so I signed up. am I going to use it? who knows?! I broke up with twitter and IG earlier this year partially to scale back on the looming cloud of participation, so taking on another wasn't really in my plan, but unlike spoutible, it does let me upload pics, so, possibly. but I did four inaugural posts just to make it clear it's a sims account.
current obsession: making tattoos for my OCs! other than "yay for making stuff" I'm really happy that I didn't have to leave this aspect of my story out because initially I was going to since it seemed like more work than I wanted to do and would definitely delay the debut, but I told myself it would be worth it, if for no other reason than not having to rewrite storylines that are so integral to who my OCs are.
currently working on: see above.
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I’m gonna say it, I think we had kinda the wrong read on Neo back in V6-8.
Homegirl was living purely to kill Ruby. Then she finds a magical land where her powers are supercharged and she can make full-on copies of other living things.
The speculation back when all we had of her was the intro sequence was that she’d be living with her semblance-created duplicates of Roman and everyone else that mattered to her, in some unhealthy, tragic parody of life and that she’d try to take a swing at the heroes but fail and be brought over to their side, either based on the promise of finding something new to live for, or just refocusing her ire on Cinder and letting her float around as the Token Evil Teammate trope until a new reason to keep going naturally happened over the course of the following volumes.
In V8, the read was that she’d realise she’d been co-opted into Salem’s apocalypse cult and dip when she got the chance. It didn’t happen. The chance presented itself and she instead doubled-down and gave Cinder everything she needed.
Even when her quest for vengeance results in her falling to her apparent death, Neo responds only by continuing said quest, and trying to choke Ruby out.
I mean hell, last episode was the darkest of the entire show. Pretty much the entire runtime is Neo psychologically torturing Ruby until she decides to kill herself, using the faces of her dead friends and enemies to break her down. And, through Roman, she says that suicide isn’t enough. She doesn’t want Ruby to kill herself, she wants Ruby to break herself apart so a weird tree can remake her into something else.
None of the other villains have ever gone that dark. Even the actual main antagonist of the show has never been shown to do that. Easily the single most fucked-up thing any character has ever done in RWBY, and the show has killed off villains for doing less. And when she shuts down after succeeding, it’s not because of some realisation, or a “My god, what have I done!?” moment, it’s because she achieved everything she set out to do and immediately sank into ennui.
Yes, Neo had a sad backstory. The shit she went through as a kid is awful. But as we’ve seen from this show, that doesn’t necessarily mean a character is going to get an olive branch. Adam went through some absolutely horrific shit in his backstory, and whether that was the start of darkness for him, or he always had something wrong, he still ended up dead.
I don’t know what’s going to happen to her after this point. I don’t know if she’s going to come back from being possessed by the Cat. But I don’t think WBYJ are gonna be all that interested in saving Neo.
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Alright! Here’s the start of these!
These are the base designs, but I’ll include more details under the cut! Please keep in mind that at the time of me writting this, not all of Deltarune has been released! So I’m probably gonna get some stuff. Very wrong.
(I also haven’t thought as in depth about Deltarune as I have about Undertale, again because not all of it is out yet! So please, if I get something wrong in here that is like. Common knowledge. Please forgive me :,)))
Okay so we’ll just go down the line!
Kev
Okay So big difference. They aren’t a scientist!
She still has her Doctorate, but ended up teaching High School math instead of working in any scientific fields.
Both of their kids have grown up significantly more!
MK’s in middle school, and Thetin’s off in college!
Yeah. Kev is still a bit of a grumpy gus.
They don’t HATE their job, but they don’t love it either.
Lot of paperwork. And not a huge paycheck.
The are involved in a lot of town stuff, though.
As for the Dark World… holy cow.
I don’t think she would really get it at first, and would be REALLY uncomfortable with everything.
I’m talking panic drop kicking anybody who comes near her.
They just want to get back home, take a shower, and go to bed.
Eventually though, I think she gets the hang of everything!!!
Oh yeah, and I think her, Aesop, and Alphys would probably bumble their way into a dark world together.
Which is fun.
I think Kev kind of declares themself the de facto leader in that situation (it’s more of a democracy but shhhh. Don’t let her hear you say that).
Yeah they kick some ass it’s pretty cool.
Aesop
So big difference. Here she’s alive! Face and all!!
She works at the middle school as a custodian.
Alphys and her are still friends!!!
Yeah. She’s actually doing decent. Not great. But decent.
She has her own little family, and while they occasionally have their problems, over all she’s decent.
In a dark world though?
Homegirl is having the absolute time of her life.
Seriously, she loves it. The magic, the environment, it all feels like something from a dream.
She just thinks it’s really nifty guys.
In battle, it’s really REALLY hard to get her riled up enough to hit somebody full force.
She’s more of a grapple kind of gal.
That being said, she’s a barbarian for a reason.
Get her mad enough and your ass is grass.
I think she really acts as Kev’s foil, keeping them grounded in times of peril.
And with Alphys? Those guys are buddies! I think they both are really interested by dark worlds, and bond over that.
CG
Okay so for starters, she’s a nurse!
She just got out of college, and is working at the hospital.
It’s hella busy but she’s having a decent time.
Her bubbly attitude has mixed reactions from both the people she works with and her Patients. Some love it, some can’t stand her.
I don’t know why, but I think her and Gin fall into a dark world together.
I don’t know how I just think they’d have fun together.
Speaking of which, she’s an absolute CHAOS AGENT in the dark world
I’m talking side quests, accidentally burning shit down, just having a grand old time.
Again, public opinion is really split on her. Some think of her as a brave warrior, and others think she’s an omen of doom. It all depends on how recently she’s burned something down.
But yeah she’s having a good time.
Gaster
Okay full stop, I’m such a sucker for the Knight!Papyrus theory so. Yeah.
While I have my own theories for involving Papyrus in Deltarune, this is ASS!Papyrus! So I get to do what ever I want with this one >:)
Just kidding. Anyway!
He’s the knight.
Well. One of them.
I think there’s a couple running around, Kris being one of them (and Dess possibly being another but you didn’t hear it from me 👀)
Anyway.
Him and Sans moved to Home town recently to outrun the law because Gaster got mega fired from his last job.
That being a scientist.
Yeah. You can put the dots together.
Anyway, some way or another, Gaster figured out how to enter the dark world, make fountains, the whole Shibang.
He never had the redemption arc he had over here so. Um. Yeah. He’s still like that.
So intentions for reality as a whole? Probably not the best.
I don’t think he fully understands that he’s dooming the whole world. I think he’s just trying to get control over his life again in the worst way possible.
So yeah he’s. He’s a little fucked up.
Alphys
Okay! Homegirl!
You already know her whole deal in the light world, so I won’t go into it.
IN THE DADK WORLD HOWEVER.
I have. Some thoughts.
First off, she has these badass gauntlets that shoot Lasers out of them.
This scared the shit out of her the first time it happened.
I think she’s also super interested in how a dark world is even possible. Like the science behind it and stuff.
I think she really wants to try and document as much as she can about it but. Can never really get the right equipment down there with out of going all funky.
You being ONE camera down and next thing you know, you accidentally invented a gun.
Her and her gang get along pretty well, I think.
Her group could definitely be considered the most ‘heroic’ out of anybody in this list LMAO
They actually TRY to do quests and shit. Without to much property damage.
She can repair broken items!
But yeah that’s her and I love her.
Sans
Again, you already know his whole lightworld deal.
Convience store owner, local some guy, etc.
His relationship with Gaster is a LOT more strained over here (which is saying a lot)
He’s worried about why he rarely comes out of his room, but he’s also kind of pissed at him for just. Everything going down in their lives now.
This is amplified slightly in the dark world where he’s just like “I’m sorry you knew about this for how long? And you did what now???”
But then he drops it because he’s sans and non confrontational fndndndmd
Yeah he’s a bard.
He’s got a long trumpet thing that’s bigger than he is.
It is exclusively used for meme songs.
He kind of follows Gasted around because he doesn’t really know what else to do and is just kind of mildly horrified by it all.
Gets great gigs tho, creating intricate poems about the epic deeds of heroes such as “Suc Adic” and “Alloto Dix”
Gin
Yeah okay so this one’s fun.
Them and Alphys used to be roommates but ended up having a falling out and haven’t really talked since.
Gin ended up moving to the city, where they became one of those Bus Tour guides.
It’s not their dream job or anything but… well. It’ll have to do.
So they do that and all that jazz, but it doesn’t really pay the bills.
So they’re kind of forced to return to the town they grew up in to try and find something that will work.
And guess what! They end up meeting CG and have a ton of fun adventures in a Dark World!!
Out of the two of them, Gin is definetly the more chaotic one.
They would live in the Dark World if they could.
They have a similar deal to Gaster where the Dark World is just. It’s a better alternative to their life and it just sucks man.
They really, really hate that.
But yeah they’re mostly a force of good, if you don’t mind a bit of property damage while they’re at it!
Okay now that that’s done. Have some Misc. Doodles!
Thanks for reading :)
#WHEW. LONG POST.#I just think they’re neat :))(#those are my rambles#ANYWAY#ask the science squad#undertale#tw bold text#tw caps#tw swearing#birthday bash#deltarune#ooc
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agree with everything that you said! let's not forget homegirl's famous signature spell WAS dark magic. she def has the potential. im gonna write a dark witch ginny fic because when I look for fics where ginny turns bad it's always bashing her
its true! she’s got the tragic backstory all primed and ready to go! but i do think it’s hard to write a true dark!ginny because she’s never going to align with a system of ideals other than her own.
if she’s going to be an antagonist she’s going to do it to one specific end goal that probably has nothing to do with institutional oppression or amassing power and going to have everything to do with revenge or righting a wrong that has been done to her or someone she cares about.
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I don't think Meg has any intentions of "talking it out and be adults" since she's been saying that her words are being twisted and cherry-picked, and viewed with a tunnel vision...
Be so fr right now, all we were saying is that she didn't address the ACTUAL issue that led people to believe that she is a proshipper: her supporting and reblogging a post that's supports incest shipping
But k, homegirl prefers to be on her high horse. She's still vile for that hp/jkr comparison but let's be real, homegirl believes that she isn't wrong for making that comparison
No, Meg held no intentions on actually talking things out from the start. If she did she would've tried to privately contact Asmodeus instead of crying on their tumblr about being called a Proshipper. Adults talk things out, children cry publicly to their fanbase so if the person magically gets harassed she can claim it wasn't her so it's not her fault.
If you really wanna think about it she won't address the real issue because she actively agrees with the post and knows if she addresses it everyone will really be able to tell she's a pro-shipper. Intel she actually address it she can use her own silence to try and say she isn't one.
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Twisted Wonderland Main Story Scattered Thoughts (Prologue Chapter 9-12)
Time for something new, baby! Hello villain statues! Someone ready to get scorched at some point? Grim doesn’t know them, my poor Disney heart. ACE! ACE! ACE! BUDDY I’VE BEEN WAITING TO SEE YOU! You know, Queenie looks kind of chill in the statue. Okay, funny story, when I first saw Riddle he was always talking about having peoples’ heads if they broke the rules. I hadn’t seen what his unique magic was, so I thought he was genuinely threatening to decapitate people. Grim: She’d decaptiate people? That’s messed up! Ace: Cool, right? I’m a big fan of hers! Oh my gosh, ACE! Pick better idols. Wait they think she was kind all the time? Uhhhhhh… Ah, Grim’s already calling Yuu his hench-human. Ace called Yuu’s name weird. RIP. Ace is the lorekeepr! He’s just explaining everyone, cool! “Earn it through hard work and elaborate scheme” sure Acey, let’s call it that. Hyena equality! This is why Ruggie vibes with the dude. The twisted views of these villains is so interesting! Except they were genuinely bad. History must have been massively rewritten in their favor. Yet the heroes are still considered heroes. Weird. I take it everyone just heard Ursula’s song and went “Oh yeah, she loved helping people!” Yeah, helping them help herself. Grim wants to follow in her footsteps. Grim is hungry for lore. Me too, this is so interesting! Heh, staff. First TWST joke I ever saw was someone saying how you’ll see a TWST character and you’d find out they were twisted from Jafar’s staff. I mean Epel is the poison apple, so they were not wrong. Hang on, hang on, hang on. Scalding Sands event discussed the beautiful relationship between a princess and a street rat (Jasmine and Aladdin). But Jafar is praised for exposing a guy pretending to be a prince to get closer to the princess. It’s like people split the stories in half and made sure no one made the connections! He used the lamp to become sultan, no one questioning how? Or mentioning how he went crazy with power, became a genie, got stuck in the lamp, and rocketed into the cave of wonders? Ace, we’re calling doing whatever it takes to stay the most beautiful dedication? Dedication. Do you know what she did? Homegirl’s statue is literally holding the apple she tried to murder her stepdaughter with! And she’s good at making poison you say, put the pieces together child! “I gotta respect the hustle” He’s a fan boy through and through for these 7! Okay, I will say Ace is spitting straight facts for Hades. I mean, the guy really got the short end of the stick. MALEFICENT! Yes, she’s cool, please continue Ace! The whiplash! Ace no! He really started up a conversation only to turn around and use it as an insult. Oh, that’s it? Next chapter now, I'm invested!
Wait, is that a battle? A BATTLE? THE BOYS ARE FIGHTING! The music died. Chaos music! He’s laughing so much! Wait, how does he know they are janitors? Ah- hey I know who they are! For some reason Yuu doesn’t, come on Yuu! Ace: I just wanted to have some audacity, so byeee! Grim no! Grim! It’s not worth! Explodey head? Oh, he’s insulting his hair! But I like his hair. Wind boy! Oh, hello NPCs. Such boys. Yuu, of couse wind magic is a thing! I’m embarrassed to be shadowing you right now. Ooo, battle time. OH BATTLE EXPLANATION! I really should have played the main story earlier, I’ve been winging this for months! Ah, Duo Magic my beloved! 5000 too? Ace, buddy. I will end you with my cards. AHHHH, THE STATUE! THAT’S HOW THEY DID IT! ACE IS MORTIFIED! Grim: You should have let me burn you to a crisp! Ah, another Crowley jumpscare! So they burn a statue, and then when Deuce joins they party they break a chandelier. The Chaos Quartet is going to be crazy. Actually, how does Crowley catch people? Yuu’s getting blamed to, RIP. 100 WINDOWS, OH MY GOSH! Ooo, more gems!
Oh, those were timeskips! Ace is flaking. Talking Painting! I didn’t know we got to meet those! I remember Rosalia from Cater’s vignette. The painting is using Wonderland logic. Hm, I didn’t have that much to say.
Yay! New Twistune! I have all the event ones so far, but a new one for the main story excites me! Hall of Mirrors! I love how the gates look different! Grim jumpscare! I don’t know who ro root for. Fair is fair, but I think Grim is out for blood. DEUCE! DEUCEY! MY BOY! Deuce, that’s a lot of ideas you got there… can you even execute that? Maybe tackle him? Wait! WAIT! Is it caldron time? AHHHHH YES I LOVE HIS CAULDRONS! Ace, you alive buddy? Oh, they about to get exposed to Deuce. I wonder when Riddle found out they burned the Queen of Hearts statue. I mean, it’s his counterpart. Oh Deuce, stick with them long enough and you’ll get in trouble, too. Who is he, Ace. He’s Juice. “Don’t you remember your own classmate?” Deuce, there’s like 26 people per class and it’s the first day, how would he? And he doesn’t remember either! Ah, the start of the most iconic TWST Duo. Move over Ramshackle Duo, Adeuce has been united. Good point, where did Grim go? Grim wanted to shirk responsibility too! Y’all are so fake! JUICE! I love that joke so much! Deuce didn’t sign up for this. “Useless janitor friend” yikes, sorry Yuu. Oh yeah, the Twistune! I forgot already! …Two rows of green notes. I’ve done blue and red notes, but two green notes? MMMM, let’s see how this goes. Oh, this music is also a bop! Juice! Oh I love it already! Oh, that did seem as bad as I thought it would be. Adeuce really be sharing that braincell! How can they be so in sync and yet not in sync at all? Gems! Oh love this game, this is a really good Prologue!
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My friend watches Merlin: Part III
And I love how Morgana just covered her cup when Merlin tried to pour her a drink Girl ain't going to forget the little hemlock incident for the rest of her life
Also how is Morgana both the best and the worst at acting
On the one hand she's handling this whole "I have no knowledge of any of this" play very well, but the moment someone barges on her slightly unexpectedly she just loses all her acting skills
Like girl this ain't gonna help you, you only draw suspicion to yoself
I don't know why I'm rooting for the antagonist
I just want Uther to get fucked and this is the length I'm taking
Gwaine my belovef
There's something so homoerotic in campfire scenes
Gwen is the real MVP for still standing after all the bullshit she's been through
Her dad was killed, she got kidnapped at least 3 times already, now she knows that Morgana, a person she liked, is plotting against them
Homegirl deserves a happy ending, and we're only at Season 3
When will Arthur pull his head out of his ass
Maybe is he was less of a dick to Merlin I wouldn't root as hard for Morgana
I'm so tired of Uther and we're not even 10 minutes into the episode
Gaius knows something and I don't like it
Also I do not like that ugly ass CGI monstrosity from the beginning
Oooo Gaius lore
If there's one thing I don't like about this show is that it spoils itself too much
NOPE I HATE THAT THING
I hate that it talks
Oh Poor Gaius This will hurt him so much
Should've let the poison do it's thing with Uther
I'm still so incredibly torn about the Morgana situation
It's just so weird how she suddenly acts with Gwen. Like the whole personality change
I mean it makes some sense considering Morgause's influence and stuff
But low-key I wish they kept them having a good relationship even when Morgana turned to the dark side (which I still support to some level)
What I'm saying is that I'll need fanfics about the two of them
Honestly everything still leads down to Uther being a horrible-ass person. Literally everything
NAH GURRRLLL YOU BETTER STAPH
Can someone PLEASE just kill Uther already
I can't even believe how long Merlin wanted to say those words to Uther's face
Homeboy with the ring looks like he's about to cry every time he's on screen
Arthur should've kicked Uther's ass. I know I would've
KC THE FUCKING DRAGON IS BACK
Oh cool, the magic cup
GWAINE MY BELOVEF
GWAINE NO-
I'm really intrigued by whatever Senred and Morgause has going on
It's so satisfying seeing Uther on his knees
BOOOOOOM. Get fucked Uther, this is all karma
Go queen, slayyyyy
"These people are innocent" "You killed innocents too" The fact that Uther can't bring up an argument Morgana doesn't have an answer for is glorious
It's a shame homegirl went off the rails but Uther finally gets what he deserves
Sup Freya Good to see ya girl, how are you doing this
Oh yeah I forgot about the sword
The most important item in the Arthurian legend cycle
Hey Lancelot how are you doing?
Oh yeah Percival was one of the knights
Canonically he was the one who found the Holy Grail
Oh we're just getting all the Arthurian symbols huh? The round table
Also Percival's armor looks really inconvenient with the bare arms
Good to see the character development in Arthur
JESUS CHRIST That Morgana scream
Welp, the sword is in the stone
Why did this lowkey feel like a Series Finale
#Merlin S3#Merlin#Arthur Pendragon#Guinevere#Morgana Pendragon#Lancelot#Sir Lancelot#Gwaine#Percival#Uther#Gaius#Merlin reaction
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Winx club playslists
Someone liked it so here we go, all my winx playslists songs + reasons
Imma just... Go ahead and tag those who encourage me, hehe-
@h-doodles @theguythatdraws @prancingpixie
Group Playlist:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1A5ssSjVPbpd35kjVPMNMD?si=4ca30869ea514dd5
Kids in the corner- Arguably the best thing to come from Fate the winx saga. Just the misfits, found family stepping up vibes
Alright- Montage song vibes, definetely something they blast while training
Home- “ Oh, home, let me come home. Home is wherever I'm with you. Oh, home, let me come home. Home is wherever I'm with you.” Need I say more?
Meet me at our spot- Again, the found family vibes + the excitement yet fear of growing up
Lotta true crime- They literally became the next company of light and are an all girls group. I don’t need to say anymore-
Twin size mattress- Their own emotional baggage, trauma, how they found solice in one each other
Sports- Again, just found family vibes
Marlboro nights- Montage vibes
boho days- Montage vibes
Glory and gore- They were literal freshman when they fought an army of decay- and they saved the entire universe multiple times.. Yeah the girls are badass warriors
Tonight Tonight- But at the end of the day they are also just teenagers trying to enjoy themselves in a world that seems determined to force them to grow up too quickly
I can feel it- Montage, stupid teen vibes
Freaks-Found family, group of misfits
Then there’s of course the individual playslists;
Bloom:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/18trVd42Z2FxcVIFEV5AoQ?si=a8af770a5ff94668
Bones-Magic that has always been crackling under-well, her bones. Plus there is no way she always had good control of her magic.
Jenny (i wanna ruin our friendship)- Her and Selena were definetely into each other, i’m just saying- and if not Selena, she definetely had a crush on Stella and/or Flora at one point.
Back in school- Let’s get one thing straight- an adopted kid who’s quiet with a hyperfixation on fairies as a teen- Bloom got bullied and got panic attacks whenever vacations were about to end, i’m not wrong-
Waiting on a miracle- Now hear me out on this- Mirabel’s desire for a mriacle like the rest of her family, Bloom waiting for the miracle that’s control of her powers or atleast to be able to understand them
Runnin’ - ... Bloom canonically ran away from Alfea 5+ times, it just felt fitting-
Carry on wayward son- Honestly I at first added this one cause... my sister loves supernatural but the first lines do actually fit! Except Bloom is carrying on Daphne’s power, the dragon flame, and come on- “There’ll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest, don’t you cry no more.” That’s Daphne talking to Bloom right there-
Look who’s inside again- Again, Bloom before meeting Stella
Are you satisfied- All these girls are Marina coded- But jokes aside, even if she always wanted to be a fairy, there’s still fear and nerves in there too. Homegirl felt like she didn’t belong in that school for weeks-if not two whole months when she first started
You’re gonna go far, kid- She did as a matter of fact- go far- Plus come on “see them running for their lives” when she has full control over the great dragon and kicked ass in the season 1 finale
American idiot- Bloom grew up on earth and... idk i just felt like it fit- And Mike is definetely a Green day and metallica fan so there-
Stella:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5G3IfiIY4iwZeU8lrCJUGB?si=2ca97c37049a47e8
Sunkissed-Solaria has THREE SUNS, enough said
Honey- Idk why but this song SCREAMS Stella to me
Make you mine- Definetely a song Brandon once put on a playlist for her and it’s been on loop in all of her playslists ever since
Primadonna- Again, just Stella vibes-I don’t feel like I have to explain myself further
Devil town- “Mom and daddy aren’t in love. That’s fine, I’ll settle for two birthdays.” It’s the divorced kid anthem-
The Family Jewels- Did you know when you have both mommy and daddy issues, it’s called parental wounds? yeah... Stella has parental wounds
Seventeen- Stella definetely has a low self esteem despite what people think. I mean *gestures to season 3*
Cherry bomb- Stella has a lot of depth, yes, but she’s also still the ‘trouble making party girl.’
Princesses don’t cry- again, season 3- Same applies to Layla/Aisha
Young and beautiful- *gestures to season 3 again* Come on, her being cursed-
Flora:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/197IGgpoRUmWnyXc9lGFN1?si=22a5a6207df743c9
Backyard boy- Idk, this entire song just screams Flora and Helia’s relationship to me (which btw is goals)
Prom queen- Flora also has a lot of insecurities, but hers are more so about her own shy personality and her inability to speak up. “i was never cut out for prom queen” which only got amplified to appearances when she couldn’t find the courage to confess to Helia
Vienna- Flora is a certified burned out gifted kid with overachieving tendencies
Put your records on- I heard this song and all I saw was Flora barefoot walking around in a field naming all the flowers. Also definetely her wake up to song
She- Flora, another queer icon. The soft spokenness of it all, the sweet, gentle “please can i have this person in my life” just screams Flora
Savage Daughter- At the end of the day Flora is a nature fairy and well, that girl is a goddamn force of nature (pun intended)
Treehouse- Again, referring to her more introverted nature and how the only ones truely allowed inside are the Winx. “Why can’t everyone just go away? Except you, you can stay.”
Some nights- Even with Chatta’s and the winx support, speaking up for things I can imaigne is something Flora struggles with well into adulthood. Even if one moment she seems to be commanding everyone’s respect and attention, the next she can be in a corner, just wishing no one would see her. “Some nights I wish my lips could build a castle, some nights I just wish they would fall off.”
The record player song- this song just screams cottagecore to me and therefor it screams Flora. I mean, wearing vintage dresses, climbing in the trees? Come on. Also “wish i was a teenage rebel, never even got detention.” Flora’s fear of not living life to the fullest cause of her anxieties.
Tecna:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4cbGvZsrqhd8DGhAWmS4FN?si=ab7dbdaec9b54d65
High hopes- “I got one more run and it’s gonna be a sight to see.” Listen- I was daydreaming trying to think of songs for Tecna, heard that line and all I saw was that scene of her marching forward to close the omega portal in season 3. Instantly added it-
This is me- A personal fave cause... come on, Tecna’s whole arc is about learning her own emotions and understanding those of others
I’m a mess- It’s always easier to feel and acknowledge negative emotions rather than positive ones, and even someone as logical as Tecna suffers from that.
Lemon boy- She IS the lemon boy. I mean, come on-
Family jewels- Yes, this one is for Tecna too. I mean, her whole “not acknowledging emotions, operate only on logic-” she got it from SOMEWHERE-
Cloud 9- “when he calls me pretty, i feel like somebody” come on.. her and Timmy, about how acknowledging her emotions helps her get more healthy and she makes progress and the- “You remind me how to fly.” Timmy also has similair struggles and they help each other, come on- it’s their song
Mastermind- She’s the mastermind of the Winx, period-
Rät- “ The hot girl in your comp sci class And I was Darwin's prep school dream, Bred, born and raised to kick your ass. I fell for circuit boards, Rocket ships, Pictures of the stars. If you could only be what you pretend you are” If this doesn’t scream Tecna-
Oh no- “ Maybe it is all a test.'Cause, I feel like I'm the worst, So I always act like I'm the best.” Being a fairy isn’t just about being clever and logical and I can imagine Tecna really struggled when she didn’t score high enough to her liking on tests because of that
top of my school & Price of perfection- These have similair vibes and well.. Mainly how I see Tecna’s relationship with her parents
Musa:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3AZmwiKJMEPzNHb9tctJ2N?si=d825bb7dc0144a1c
Tomboy-Mainly how Musa became more feminine clothing wise later on but also the fact that she can do both, masculine and feminine, she rocks both like a ... well a tomboy-
Won’t bite- Idk why but this is just one of those songs I can picture Musa singing to hype herself up
Tear in my heart- I mean, that first line already- “Sometimes you gotta bleed to know, that you’re alive and have a soul.” Soul is literally what you need for music- Both to make it and to enjoy it
not your barbie girl- Musa is an independant queen, please and thank you- ... even tho she and Riven are a bit toxic, i still ship it-
That bitch- “ And I keep talkin' like I'm taller than the trees (bitch). But my eyes never see much higher than five feet.” All short Musa jokes aside, homegirl is a feminist and blasts this at any chance
Put your records on- “Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song.” Music is THE best way to connect according to Musa. Sharing playlists and songs recommendations, even a simple “hey, i heard this song and thought of you-” that’s her love language.
Still into you- Her and Riven, no other words needed
Dear maria, count me in- Just musa vibes, idk how else to describe it
Sit still, look pretty- Again, independent queen Musa who wants to make that money and not have to rely on anyone unless she chooses to
Hey look ma, I made it- *gestures to her and her mom* When she becomes an guardian fairy or when she starts making money with her music, just-
Layla/Aisha: (imma refer to her as Layla cause that’s the name I grew up with)
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0J0GMzon7v2Z7tBF6yAm4X?si=3189375851374f57
Riptide- “I was scared of dentists and the dark, I was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations.” If that doesn’t summon up her childhood, I don’t know what does-
Sofia- Layla’s first crush was absolutely on that one ginger girl that taught her the freedom that comes with dance
Ain’t shit- Have you seen how homegirl treated Nabu and the boys at first? Come on-
Afraid- “ When I wake up, I'm afraid, Somebody else might take my place.” Homegirl has abandoment issues and fear of being left behind and/or replaced. It just made sense
Underwater- Honestly just a song that seemed to fit her as the princess of Andros. I mean, it’s a planet with like atleast 50% of it’s population living underwater. Also could definetely see it as a lullaby her mom used to sing to her.
Shut up and dance- Layla’s go to up beat song, you can’t convince me otherwise
Runaway- Honestly I just see tthis as her yearning for freedom away from the court, the ability to make her own choices and the life she wants to live
Princesses don’t cry- Same with Stella, the pressure of having to become queen, being hyperaware of everyone watching your every move
Sit still, look pretty- Again, Layla wanting to have her own say in what happens in her life, wanting to be active in every way possible in her life, not a mere passive bystander
Roxy:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1hOEFrvqhya9dsJys68RQa?si=4ef80d945431463d
Wake me up- “wake me up when it’s all over” her utter complete denial about wanting to do with any fairy stuff including the fairy hunters. Homegirl wanted none of it
Téir Abhaile Riu- So first of all, Roxy’s irish so- Second it’s something that just gives Roxy a little hold onto, she loves celtic music as it’s as far as she knows (before she met the winx) the only connection she has left from her mom
Tir Na Nog- Do... Do I really need to explain this one...? The home of the earth fairies, come on-
Show & Tell- “Im’on display for all you fuckers to see.” From one normal day to these crazy girls insisting you’re a fairy, fairy hunters coming after you, hearing literal voices thanks to the White circle. Homegirl had it ROUGH and felt like every move was watched, as if she wasn’t human anymore. “ Why is it so hard to see? (Why?) If I cut myself, I would bleed (kill me) I'm just like you, you're like me. Imperfect and human, are we?”
The last of the real ones- Come on... Last Earth fairy
Sweet Hibiscus tea- “ And I'm not your protagonist, I'm not even my own. I don't know anything, I don't even know what I don't know.” Roxy had.. a very rough and long way when it comes to her path of acceptance to being a fairy. Unlike Bloom, she wanted nothign more than to just be normal.
I can’t handle change- Idk, Roxy has always struck me as a person who thrives from a routine and already dislikes change. Yet a change as big as being told you’re a fairy? I mean... Can’t blame her for acting out-
Freaks- She really felt like a freak, I imagine. Probably way before she even met the winx. Luckily for her, they are freaks too where she fits right in.
Below the surface- Everyone remember those moments where she literally got POSESSED by Nebula, fairy of war?? Yeah- “ Listen close, Follow my instructions. There is no time for introductions. He was the one that made us. You'll be the one to save us.”
You’re gonna go far, kid- I mean, her and Bloom are each others foils, right? They are so the same yet each other’s complete opposite, it only felt fitting that I’d put a song like this too in Roxy’s playlist. Also “if you can’t get what you want, well it’s all because of me” is just Roxy @ the fairy hunters and honestly- good for her.
#WOO LONG POST#mira rambles about winx club#winx club playlists#i mean#i also got like daphne which only has 3 songs so far#and Selina cause#bloom x Selina forever#but yeah#bloom#stella#flora#musa#tecna#layla#aisha#roxy#winx club
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devi and ben for the questions
omggg my never have i ever beloveds <3
Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa
Devi. Homegirl is that much of a disaster.
Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them
Devi. She has journals upon journals of doodled hearts.
Who starts the tickle fights
Ben. He'll do anything to be subtlely affectionate with Devi.
Who starts the pillow fights
Devi and she means war when she starts them.
Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile
Ben. He could spend all day every day watching and admiring her.
Who mistakes salt for sugar
Ben whenever he goes out.
Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning
Ben. Devi is way too cautious from her upbringing to be caught dead at the microwave at 1am.
Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines
They both do. It never works out for Ben but always for Devi.
Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order
Both and neither. They both argue over the value of organizing the books by alphabetical order, by color, by genre, etc. And the bookshelf definitely magically rearranges itself in different orders once a month.
Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies
Ben, he's been a chronic brownie-batter-spoon-licker ever since he could bring a spoon to his mouth on his own.
Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion
Devi. She'll talk herself into a frenzy over nothing about how she needs to me more romantic.
Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen
I think they both do and it's more so little love notes on each other's arms.
Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation
Devi. She'll buy it for her mom but then Nalini doesn't want it so Devi ends up with a stockpile of vacation magnets.
Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines
Devi. Although it takes Ben half a second to be convinced. "Hey Ben, I saw this quiz --" "I have a pen, where's the quiz?"
send me a ship and i'll answer these questions
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