It’s about time I made this post! Since we can pin stuff to tumblr, this should make things alot easier! Welcome one and all to the lantern! This is my easy access page just in case you can’t find the stuff in the pop ups or are on Mobile.

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Two rules I’m going to add:

• Reblog from the Source: I’m not a meme source blog so please get them from the source and not me. Any photos and graphics I WILL make, I fully encourage you to reblog.
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sorcerymuses:

There was a chorus of greetings ranging from generally polite to quietly excited (except for Chloe who could have cared less about the newcomer) and Marinette paused in settling in her seat. The only seats available were at the back of the class.

Something felt off about Lila, but it was probably just the ‘new girl’ atmosphere about her. So, aiming to help her feel more comfortable in the class, Marinette shouldered her bag and stood.

“Here, Lila, you can have my seat,” she offered, stepping into the aisle and gesturing to the seat. “I can sit in one of the open seats in the back.”

       ❝ Oh thank you ever so much.
I’m struggling with my hearing problem
so this definitely helps. You’re so sweet. ❞

Lila spoke in a sugary tone towards Marinette before taking the seat, leaving the back seat open for the designer. Alya proceeded to introduce herself before Mlle. Bustier continued the lesson and Gigi nodded in approval of Marinette’s politeness.

The class continued uneventful until the next bell rang… and Lila began to attract some of the students with some of her background in Italy. She walked out with Rose, Alya and Juleka on her tail as they listened intentively.

Before allowing her to leave, Marinette would be stopped by Gigi.

       ❝I wanted to say how I’m proud of
you for welcoming out new student, Marinette.
An excellent example of our class President.
Do you think you would be comfortable showing
Lila around the school after classes are over?❞

strcngered:

13xwishes​:

Whisp gave a groan of disappointment at herself. What in Allah was wrong with her today? She was about to clean it up with her magic when she saw Neighthan act first and she was surprised to see him have magic of his own.

Okay, color her impressed.

At his question, Whisp gave a glance away as she felt ashamed of messing up already.

       ❝ I’m fine… I don’t feel pain for long…
This is stupid… not you, but me… I’m not
usually like this. I don’t know why I’m
so nervous... ❞

     The subtle surprise in Whisp’s expression isn’t lost on the zombicorn. Being a hybrid, there was no guarantee he’d get any distinct abilities from either of his parents. It didn’t help that unicorns were a bit uncommon in the monster world. She’s not the first person caught off guard by Neighthan’s powers, she certainly wasn’t going to be the last.

     There’s something undeniably amusing about earning the shock of a djinn, though.

     “An unfamiliar environment can be stressful, even under the most ideal of circumstances.” He speaks in an even tone, hoping to ease some of the tension Whisp was no doubt feeling. “It also can make it easier to feel overwhelmed about little things. Most monsters struggle with these things, Whisp, you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself.”

With her history, Whisp didn’t know if she should correct Neighthan on that statement. She definitely couldn’t tell him why because it would ruin her chance on making a new genuine friend. As much as she could talk to her bestie, there were things even Kieran didn’t know about. But this wasn’t about her anyway and she doesn’t WANT to make it about her.

       ❝ I’ll be fine. There’s nothing to
worry about me anyway cause it’s not
about me. We’re here to have a good
time, right? ❞

strcngered:

13xwishes​:

Whisp gave a stretch, feeling her joints pop back into place after being stuck in the library for so long. Hey, when you get caught up in a good book, a thousand years can pass by like five minutes for all she knew. She looked around the weird and simple little room before turning to her finder.

       ❝ Oh no, you DEFINITELY need me.
I’m not one for fashion, but this whole place
needs a definite makeover. Besides, you don’t
find the lantern, the lantern finds you. So can
we skip the beliefs and disbeliefs and get right
to the part when I explain the wishes? ❞

     Watching the djinn grow comfortable within her space, Carrie doesn’t want to believe what’s happening right now. Between the start of the bleeding and the horrendous reactions from her classmates, today has been terrible on its own. There’s only so much she can keep from Mama, and she couldn’t risk the matriarch discovering the lantern. To bring such an unholy artefact within the limits of the bungalow would be an unforgivable sin.

     “I-I’m sure you do good work, but you don’t understand. It’s not safe here.” Tone drops to a whisper as Carrie makes her way to her bedroom window. Glancing outside, Mama’s car hasn’t pulled up front yet, which means they’re safe to talk for a little longer. “I-If you’re determined to stay here, we better try to make this quick then.”

Hearing in regards of her safety, Whisp raised an eyebrow at her finder. She took the time to stop looking around the room and looked at her finder directly. She was definitely skittish, self-conscious and definitely afraid of something… or someONE.

The question was who and what was threatening her finder.

And how would she handle the situation. The genie just got out so she was no hurry to get back in. So, what to do…

       ❝ What is your name, finder? ❞

ofthepuzzle:

The rest of the trip consists of light-hearted jests and conversations and overall smiling and content faces. Atem has tilted his head gently above Gigi’s when she leaned against his shoulder.

Eventually the chariot comes to a full stop when they reached their destination. As everyone comes out they are greeted by a butler and lead inside the lobby. The moment they check in they appear to run into a problem. One of the maids has gotten sick all of a sudden at work and needed to leave. And one of the two mirrored bedrooms where Atem and Gigi will be staying isn’t tidied up properly so they may have to wait a moment. The management apologizes sincerely.

“Oh. Would you like to move your luggage to the room that’s available, Gigi? I don’t mind waiting. It shouldn’t take long.” Atem would rather Gigi go in and get settled while he possibly helps his parents meanwhile. A couple of staff then arrive to ask who will be going in which room so they can carry the luggage for them.

Gigi smiled and held Atem’s hand as she looked around the luxurious hotel they were staying. It may seem silly to others, but the genie always marveled of seeing different architectural designs. She couldn’t believe this is where they were staying.

She paused when the royals went to check in and heard of the issue before she frowned in worry. They only just got here and there’s already a problem? Oh, no, not on their first vacation. Not when she could do something about it.

       ❝ Oh, o-only if you want too. I’ll be fine. ❞

The genie only had one carry on and her purse which didn’t seem troublesome. But while she looked like she seemed as if she was digging through her purse, Gigi focused as she remembered what she learned in her guide of conjuring magic in multiple ways. A single snap could even be use and was the most inconspicuous way.

Summoning her magic enough to fix the problem through her fingers, Gigi gave a snap and her bag gave a small glow. To cover up, she revealed her phone screen lighting and vibrating.

She hoped this works.

sorcerymuses:

Her breath caught a little. Maybe this would be easier than she hoped.

“For me?” she gasped, then cleared her throat. “I was just about to come looking for you too…to tell you something. But, you first,” she laughed, still trying to think just how to word what she wanted to say.

Lagoona must’ve read her thoughts because Gigi was about to ask her to go first. But it was better to get it out now that she found the sea ghoul.

       ❝First… I wanted to make sure if
you were alright. After the whole creepeteria
and the swim practice. I was worried about
you and hoped you weren’t hurt. ❞

That part wasn’t al lie. Gigi felt guilty of running away without Lagoona after the food fight and immediately was worried even more regarding seeing them fall into the deep pool and Frankie charging them, even though she knew the simulacrum meant no harm.

She knew Lagoona must be fine physically as she appeared, but Gigi had to ask in case… and… she had to ask about something else.

Fumbling with her fingers, aquatic eyes looked to green with nervousness.

       ❝I… wanted also to ask… the poem
you wrote in creative frightening class.
You can correct me if I’m wrong because
I never want to assume. But… I saw how
you were looking… towards me as you
spoke…

Did… did you…❞

chaoticxgays:

   For a brief moment, Jack was afraid he’d stepped too far. That he had read the signs wrong and Jamal wasn’t interested. But again, that moment was brief. As he felt the larger males arms wrap around his lithe form.

   At feeling the arms wrap around him, Jack let go of his staff, letting it fall to the floor. That in itself was a sign from Jack, though he didn’t mean it to be a sign. Jack never let go of his staff, always touching it in some way, hand or even foot. Yet here he was, letting it fall to the floor. Showing utter and complete trust in the genie.

   When Jamal tilted his head, deepening the kiss, Jack gave a soft hum. His own arms wrapping around the others neck. Testing the waters, as the saying goes, Jack pressed his tongue against the others lips, silently asking for them to be parted, so the kiss could be deepened further.

Jamal didn’t know how to feel in this moment but did his best to live it, letting Jack take control as he allowed himself to lower down and part his lips when he felt the tingling cool tongue touch between his lips.

The genie didn’t realize he allowed himself to sink to the ground, thankfully soft grass, and allowed for the frost spirit to be on top of him. Unaware of laying next to Jack’s fallen staff.

sorcerymuses:

She groaned. It wasn’t like she hated her little sister. It was just that if Mirabel was hiding that probably meant kids and more flower demands.

“That was just my little sister, Mirabel,” Isabela sighed. “She gets in the way a lot. But…if she’s hiding that means the kids she plays with are looking for her and if they find her, they find us. And they’ll want coronitas.”

Mirabel caught up with them as Isabela started for the kitchen.

“Where’s the fiesta, Isa?”

Isa stopped in her tracks and looked at Whisp. Oh right…she needed a new dress. She scowled, mind racing and erratically coloured flowers blooming at her feet. Before food, she should have been worried about getting Whisp some more comfortable clothes.

“If you need new clothes…,” Mirabel started, looking over Whisp as if assessing her measurements. Isabela amost tried to silence her and take Whisp to her room to change, but Mirabel’s eyes flickered to the flowers blooming on the floor. She took a deep breath and willed the flowers to go away.

If only her sister was that easy to get rid of. She settled on glaring at Mirabel for a moment before she squared her shoulders and lifted her chin.

“I can throw something together,” Mirabel said brightly, seemingly ignoring Isabela’s displeasure. “You go eat, I’ll meet you in the nursery after!” with that, Mirabel was darting up the stairs, adjusting her glasses as she went.

Little sister, huh?

Whisp looked back at the curly haired girl and gave a good once over between her and Isabella. The moon princess does see some of the family resemblance. Although the younger girl, Mirabel, seemed more colorful than her sister.

When they were stopped, Whisp raised an eyebrow at Isabella’s reaction. What was her deal? She looked to the floor but listened at Mirabel’s offering. She turned to pat Isabella on the shoulder as the younger sister left.

       ❝You might wanna cool it before you start
spitting out sunflower seeds. Hey, she said she
was gonna get me clothes, right? So it’s no big deal.
No offense, but I’m not really a pink person anyway. ❞

At that moment after the mention of food, the princess’ stomach made noise. Whisp wasn’t too proud to starve herself.

       ❝ So where’s the kitchen anyway?
If I’m going to go look for MY sister,
I’d rather not do it on an empty stomach.❞

sorcerymuses:

The wait dragged on and Chloé found her leg shaking impatiently. This was disgraceful and ridiculous! Straight from the book? What sort of joke was Sabrina trying to pull?

Finally her father came into the school and didn’t even look at her as he greeted Gigi and Mme Bustier.

“Sorry for the wait, but I’m sure you understand,” he said lightly, shaking their hands. “Now, what’s the trouble?”

“The trouble,” she snapped, jumping to her feet. “Is that these incompetents are failing one of my assignments for no good reason!”

“I was asking your teachers, dearest,” her daddy sighed, still not looking at her. And the way he said ‘dearest’ sounded more like the way he simpered and bribed clients. She didn’t think she could be more enraged about this fiasco.

She barely registered what was being said as her father apologized for her behaviour and went with the two of them into the classroom. Chloé started to follow them and the door slammed in her face. She gasped and pressed her ear to the door. She expected to hear her father yelling at them for mistreating her, as he always did when she was upset, but the conversation was calm and quiet, barely audible through the door.

Mlle. Bustier and Gigi merely gave the mayor polite greetings before inviting the mayor in to talk regarding not just the incident.

       ❝ Thank you for coming, Mayor Bourgeois. We have much to discuss… ❞

Before the door closed on Chloe, Gigi gave a slight worried glance to her blonde student. It was hard to do, but this was necessary in order to fix this problem.

Mlle. Bustier started the meeting by informing about Chloe’s attitude and reaction regarding her failed assignment. The main reason why the daughter called for him. Gigi explained again regarding how the essay was merely ripped out of their textbook without referencing or in her own words whatsoever. They also explain of the few incidents regarding the interaction of her peers in which fellow classmates have come to both the teacher AND the TA of Chloe’s attitude.

    ❝ I’m afraid it doesn’t stop there, Monsieur. Gigi, would you please? ❞

Gigi nodded as she was given the okay to discuss more regarding Chloe. The reaction to her grade was only the tip of the iceberg. Pulling out the folders, she pulled out papers and test done within the last five weeks. All marked with in the grade range from 0-5 out of 20.

       ❝ Chloe’s recent homework assignment wasn’t the only thing she had failed. There were a few assignments from her other classes from her other teachers, all regarding the same issue of plagiarism. We’ve also tried to have Chloe show some her knowledge in class but she refuses to participate. As of now, she has failed her midterms in three of her classes. Should she continue, Chloe will have to repeat the grade next year. ❞

dontsteponthememeraths:

PSA: Consideration aka The Bare Minimum of RP.

This is what you should be doing no matter how you run your blog. No matter how fast or slow you are. No matter if you run a single muse blog, a multi, or a collection. No matter your mental or physical health.

This Is. The Bare Minimum. The Very Basic of Basic. That You Should Be Doing.

• READ THE RULES! This is the most basic thing of all and people still don’t do it. But the rules will tell you whether your blog is compatible with another and often contains VERY important information such as trigger warnings or canon divergent notes. And if you don’t read them, it is glaringly obvious.
• IF YOUR MUTUAL HAS AN INTEREST CHECKER, FILL IT IN! It takes five minutes or less, shows your mutuals you’re truly interested in writing with them and leads the way to better interaction both IC and OOC.
• FOLLOW THROUGH WITH STARTER / MEME / PLOTTING CALLS! Putting out multiple calls and never delivering, or only doing selective ones, is not fair. If you can’t manage a high number, place a cap on how many you’re accepting. Remember, you made the request, so be fair to those who made the first move to interact with you!
• REACH OUT FOR INTERACTION! Nobody wants mutuals for decoration. You are not a house plant or a casual observer. The worst that can happen is they say no, in which case you’re free to move on to other writing partners. Even just saying hi to a new mutual is a start.
• IF YOU DON’T LIKE PLOTTING, SEND MEMES. IF YOU DO LIKE PLOTTING, SEND A MESSAGE! It’s that simple. Anxiety or shyness is not a valid excuse in 2023 to ignore your mutuals or refuse to make contact. RP is clearly not the hobby for you, because communication is key to building strong writing partnerships.

If you can’t manage these very simple things then you’re not being considerate to your mutuals. RP is a two way street, it takes teamwork, and a one sided game is NOT fun. RP is a hobby, yes, but your mutuals aren’t disposable entertainment and we need to stop treating eachother like this as we step into the New Year.

chaoticxgays:

13xwishes:

Jamal pulled away, the tingling of the cold on his lips made him shiver slightly, but only slightly. Seeing the smile, and surprise blush, on Jack’s face was all but worth it.

Holding the stuff tiger, Jamal gently scooted over so there was space and patted on the spot for the winter spirit to join him.

Should Jack decide yes, they would see in time that fireworks would soon begin to shoot off into the sky!

   Jack watched as Jamal held the stuffed tighter and scooted for Jack to sit. And Jack did. Taking the free space and sitting next to Jamal. Though as the eyes sparked and boomed in the distant, his blue eyes did not remain fixated on them long.

   As his gaze drifted back to the genie. Seeing the smile and glee on the others face, and how the distant fireworks illuminated the other immortals face, it made Jack’s face darken more. The blue tint covering more of his cheeks. He knew this feeling. He knew it because it was alien to him. A feeling he’s never felt before. A feeling he’s only heard or read about. 

   He was falling in love.

Jamal could only watch in awe of the spectacle in which he heard a human refer to them as ‘fireworks’. How delightful. Such a wonderful way to close off the night of their time together.

Jack Frost is certainly not like any spirit he’s met before. He’s awoken something in the genie he longed forgotten.

Perhaps… this wouldn’t be the last time they see each other. He hopes… no matter who his finder was… Jamal could see Jack around more often.

chaoticxgays:

   Jim was only half paying attention now, eyes fixated on the genie. Boyfriend? Sure, Jim was gay, slept around a lot, but he never actually thought about having a boyfriend. Mainly because he didn’t think he was deserving of love like that.

   His attention only came back when one of the cops called him a loser. The quip instant striking a nerve and he shot the robo-cop with a glare before they left. He was now acutely aware of all the stares in the room. Before his mother’s look met his. His own gaze falling to the floor. He’d rather face a gang all armed with guns and knives than her judgmental look. At least he can fight a gang.

   When Ifrit patted his cheek and called him babe, a smile ghosted at his lips before he was alone with his mother again. “Jim, I have had it! Do you want to go to prison, is that it?” Jim rubbed at his cheek before walking past his mother as she demanded he look at her.

   “Jim it’s been hard enough keeping this place afloat by myself without you going and–”

   “Mom, it’s no big deal! You heard, Ifrit! That lamp was his to begin with and those cops just wont get off my–” He stopped when he saw his mothers gaze harden on him. Luckily one of the customers called Sarah over, clearly not caring for whatever conflict there was. “Jim, I just don’t want to see you throw away your entire future. You’re grown up now, and it’s about time you start acting like it.”

   “Yeah, what future?” Jim muttered as he backed his way into the kitchen. Sighing heavily, he looked up and saw Ifrit at the sink.

   “So that was your lie~?” Jim muses, happy to switch to something not focused on himself as he set the dirty dishes by the sink before sitting himself on the counter. “It was smart. But I gotta ask, how’d you know I was queer? And how did mom handle the news? I’ve never had a boyfriend before. So I imagine that would have been a shock to her.”

Ifrit’s back was seen until the genie turned around… and revealed he wasn’t touching the dishes himself. He simply was using his magic to levitate and let them wash all on their own.

The small little apron he wore was for show.

Dusting himself off and knowing he wasn’t being watched by anyone except his finder, Ifrit allowed himself to be levitated in the air.

   ❝ Quite clever of me, isn’t it? I sometimes impress myself. I may be new to the worlds I visit, but I adapt pretty quickly. Your mother was quite charming and didn’t question much with the lunch rush she’s had. As for guessing… I honestly didn’t know. But I’d figure you would rather run with a lie than end up in jail, correct? ❞