#I’m hoping it’s obvious it’s based on howls moving castle

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Magic circle

#I’m hoping it’s obvious it’s based on howls moving castle #apparently they’re called star children? #pottery #ceramics #my art #mug #studio ghibli #ghibli

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Hii! Can I request prompt 1 and 36 for Remus x Slytherin!reader. Thank youu!💚

Panic Room

(R. L. x Slytherin Reader)

okay so i can't express how much I love this request!! Remus is SO cute and he's one of my favourite Marauders to write for! @obsessedwithrandomthings I really hope you like it <3 remember this is my first fic on Tumblr so please don't be too harsh guys!!

warnings - mild smut themes (non detailed) , kissing (LIKE A LOT ASKDFGHIJ), not much else but please DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE BELOW 15/UNCOMFORTABLE WITH KISSING ETC.

prompts - "Kiss me.", "Stay here tonight." 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝗹𝗱. i also loosely based this fic off of the song 'Panic Room' by Au/Ra, so be sure to check her out!!

enjoy!! if you like it, reblogs are always appreciated ✨

Panic Room

(R. L. x Slytherin Reader)

"I can't just walk up to him and say 'Hi Remus, I' ve wanted to fuck you since we were in fourth year, you don't even have to go out on date with me, I'd just like to make out with you in the Room of Requirement.'" Elle pauses for a bit, thinking over what she just said, "That'll just give him a scare. Although..." She trails off, smirking widely. "I bet he can kiss really fucking well." It's all you can do not to punch her.

You're sat outside by the lake with your lifelong friend Alya's head on your shoulder, with Lily Evans, Elena Brasovean, Jules Felix and Marlene McKinnon sprawled out along the grass beside you. You're watching the sun go down, basking in the golden glory of the sunset, zoning out of Elena's whining.

"I don't know, he might like you back. But I suppose you're right, you'll just make it awkward." Lily can never help teasing Elena. She's too easy to piss off, and even a girl as sweet as her can't resist the temptation from time to time. Elena retaliates by swatting Lily's forearm, almost making her drop her book. "Hey!" Elena pushes herself from the grass, propping herself up by her elbows and narrowing her eyes at Alya, who's outright howling with laughter. She then diverts her attention back at the redhead Gryffindor; ignoring Alya's cries of mirth. As she's clearly about to think of a comment, you notice a looming figure in the corner of your vision.

"He's looking at you again." Alya points out, changing the topic. And it's true. Lily turns to look at the open corridors of the castle only to notice the black-haired Slytherin standing there. "He's like a lost puppy without you." Jules muses, watching the boy whip his head to the other side and continue walking— embarrassed by being caught staring.

"I'm going inside; the Gryffindor common room. Want to come?" Elena offers when she sees the slight frown that has crept on to Lily's usually cheerful face, but Lily merely shakes her head and tells you that she's going to finish the Charms homework first. You raise an eyebrow. You did Lily's Charms work for her last night. You shrug and send her a small wave as she walks away, the red-head happily returning a wave of her own.

Nobody questions you as you walk into the Gryffindor common room. You've spent a lot of time there recently, studying for NEWTS and chatting to Lily and Elena. As soon as you sit down on the couch in the Gryffindor common room, James begins bombarding me you with endless questions. On second thought, maybe you shouldn't have come.

"Has she asked about me?" Marlene rolls her eyes at him. You smirk, his behavior reminding you of a little boy who won't leave his crush alone ( probably because he has the same maturity as one— Merlin, the boy's like her fucking shadow! ) "Yes," Jules started, observing how his eyes light up and raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow at the eager smile urging her to continue. "I believe her exact words were, and I quote, 'what should I do for him to leave me alone?'"

A snicker escapes her lips as he lightly pushes her off the couch, sending a playful glare her way. You go to pick up Jules from the ground, but James shoots a spell at you, preventing you from helping her unless you want to be paralysed for the next week. You pout, feign offense, and crawl towards Remus, who is sitting on the floor too. And yes, you bury your head in his lap, pretending to cry. He strokes the hair away from your forehead and you sit up, settling yourself in his lap with your head resting against his chest. "Are you alright?" he asks, gentle amusement lacing his words. You look up at him with big watery eyes that make his breath hitch and you could swear that his heart stops beating for a second before picking up again and racing in his chest. You tense slightly. Maybe he cares more than you thought. Maybe... you gasp slightly as he bends down as if he was whispering something in your ear, and thrill at the soft brush of his lips against your earlobe.

"You're an idiot, Y/N L/N."

You reply in the most sarcastic voice you can muster: "I'm adrift in a sea of bitterness and endless despair. How 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧-𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜."

Sirius laughs at the scene happening in front of him watching with blatant amusement— taking another piece of candy from the bag in Peter's hands. It's as if he's in a muggle cinema watching a particularly entertaining film. "You're a bloody drama queen is what you are!" exclaims James, an exasperated sigh following soon after his words. Elena freezes, as if an epiphany has just hit her. She slams her hands into your chest and pushes you off of Remus, trying her best to keep the obvious red tint of her anger at bay. James clearly becomes perplexed at the now-quiet girl and wonders if he has gone too far— he didn't say anything wrong, did he? No, James. It's not you. But you know that secretly, you fucking wish it was.

Knowing that apologizing is better because better safe than sorry, James will of course apologise to Elena. His mother would often get upset at him and he would never really know why, so his father gave him a useful piece of advice; apologize even if you aren't really sure what you did. James had taught you that one in second year, when you had supposedly set a Hufflepuff on fire. "Uh, Elena, I'm sorry. I was only joking, y'know." Elena snaps out of whatever day dream she was having (probably dreaming of Remus, the stupid girl) and hides her dilemma with a joke. She snaps her head towards the wall, purses her lips, and acts in a rather bratty and prissy manner. Scratch that. It probably wasn't an act. "You've pushed me away one too many times, James Fleamont Potter." she says, her voice high pitched and wailing. She pushes her arms together, accenting the top half of her practically transparent lacy black and red bra, which she pulled out of the top of her skimpy red tube top a little more when she thought nobody was looking. Nobody can deny that Elena's gorgeous. At that moment, Remus turns to look at you.

You ignore the butterflies fluttering the pits of your stomach and avoid Remus' lingering look, instead ending your conversation with the Hufflepuff boys in the group and bidding them farewell— knowing that Professor Sprout wouldn't want her badgers loitering in the other side of the castle close to the curfew. You get up, making your way back towards your stupid common room with its vapid, uninteresting occupants and ugly blood purist passwords.

Okay, it's pretty obvious, isn't it? You like your best friend. You're in love with Remus Lupin.

Suddenly, you jump. A mouth tickles your ear for the second time tonight, while hands wrap around your waist. "Y/N. I hoped I'd find you here." Remus spins you around to face him, his hands lingering at your hips. And then suddenly you can't cope anymore. You try to take a step back, but he pulls you close. "Holy shit, Y/N/N (your nickname). I can't believe how beautiful you are today." You can't help but freeze. Rem hardly ever shows affection towards anyone, and this is twice in one day. Suddenly, a guy you know as the Hufflepuff keeper grabs your hand and you spin around. He's kind of cute.

"Hey, Y/N, right?? You're so hot for a curvy girl." Your face flames. EVERYONE knows you suffered with an eating disorder and this guy is a total dick for bringing it up.

Remus's eyes darken, and he walks up to the guy who insulted you.

'Stay away from my girl, or I WILL ensure nothing in your life ever goes right for you again.' The guy backs off, running up towards the castle again.

Remus turns back to you. '𝗞𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗲.' Without thinking, you slam your lips onto his. Your hands move up, tangling into his hair, and he groans, grabbing your hips tightly and making you gasp. You gasp, your breath hitching in your throat. Remus kisses like a drowning man; like now is his last moment on earth and this is the last thing he'll ever do. The kiss is messy, and he seems to notice this as he slows down, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You let out a tiny squeak and kiss him back harder, gripping the back of his shirt.

'Fuck, Y /N. We have to stop.' You look up into his brown eyes and see fear etched into every line of his face. Instantly, you know the problem.

'Remus... I don't care if you're a werewolf. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙩. If you can kiss a Slytherin, I can kiss a werewolf. Stop living like you're in a place 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪. You're everything to me, you dense twit.' And you grab his face, turn it back towards you, and kiss him again.

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This time the kiss is different, steamy and hot, making you feel like a toaster, all your coils heating up inside of you. Remus picks you up and carries you in his arms to the tree where you were sitting with Alya and Elena just half an hour before. You sit down under it, and then resume making out, planting little butterfly kisses along his jawline. He groans and just pulls you close to him, hugging you tight.

'I don't want to move too fast. Let's take it slow, day by day. We don't need to rush this.'

You nod, nestling your head in the crook of his neck and lying on the grass next to the lake with him, looking up at the stars. 'Can we 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁?' Remus asks, nuzzling your cheek.

You turn around and kiss him. 'Of course. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙘𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙬.'

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(A/N- Okay, so this was kind of more of a fluffy one-shot?? Comment to be added to my fluff taglist. Also tagging @cxlestialsea because she really wants to read this <3

also the bold italics are lyrics from the inspo song smh)

#au/ra #panic room #incorrect marauders quotes #hp #jily #lily evans #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #marauders #icons #marauders era fanfiction #fluffy #seventh year #i love them

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What are your favorite movies and TV shows outside of SW? I’m looking for new things to watch since SW was so disappointing

My tastes are pretty eclectic, so I will stick to just things that are either similar to sw or are in the reylo-esque romance wheelhouse and have happy endings:

Chuck. It is a goofy, light-hearted action-adventure show with extremely endearing characters and a very prominent central romance (seriously, heavy romance and there is a lot of payoff for it, you will be FED- it's kind of slow burn but also shockingly NOT slow burn, they are deep into it pretty much immediately). The main couple is the classic Stoic Badass gradually softened by an innocent they have to protect who is a liability in battle but full of the Power of Heart. Chuck is The Heart btw. He is of that vanishingly rare male Beauty (of B&tB) type. He's incredibly generous and open, Sarah is prickly and closed-off. It is Quality. Very much a gender-swap of your typical cliche anime couple lol. I would recommend stopping at the mid-season finale in season 4, because it's downhill from there. The beginning of season 3 is very rough, but it's definitely worth it to stay for the back half, imo. There are several great endings to choose from before things go to shit, so we don't need to talk about the finale. Probably the most tonally similar to SW thing possible without being high/space fantasy. More humour, more silly, but definitely has a spiritual kinship. Has the best THE BEST 'secret revealed' scenes I have ever seen in anything. If you're into that and were hoping for that in ep IX, you need to watch Chuck.

The Shop Around the Corner. 1940 romance/drama film. You've Got Mail is a remake of it. Jimmy Stewart being profoundly adorable, Frank Morgan (aka the Wizard of Oz), various amusing side characters, and an absolutely deathless double blind 'secretly in love with the workplace nemesis' plot that can and probably has been a great reylo AU.

Mirromask. Fantasy/coming-of-age film. Touted as a 'spiritual successor' to Labyrinth by the filmmakers (one of whom is Neil Gaiman) and let me tell you, that is extremely apt. Beautiful, magical, laden with symbolism and Mask Discourse, and has a great ship. I quote it regularly.

Speaking of which, I'm sure you've seen Labyrinth? If you haven't seen Labyrinth, drop everything and watch Labyrinth.

Legend (the Ridley Scott director's cut, not the theatrical cut). Sumptuous fairy tale, runs on proper fairy tale logic, stunning to look at and overall captivating. Tim Curry. Tim Curry as a lonely tragic lord of darkness who tries to seduce the heroine and has drippingly overwrought monologues.

Howl's Moving Castle. Fairy tale adventure/romance film. Beautifully animated, has the ending you want.

The Silence of the Lambs. Thriller/drama film. Actual masterpiece. Use it as a gateway drug to read the books and rejoice that Clannibal is canon and it is spectacular. Just SotL and Hannibal, you don't need to read the other two. Stan Clarice Starling and revel in that ending. Most triumphant 'villain'/heroine ship of all time (he is not technically a villain but for shorthand's sake).

The Adventures of Baron Munchausen. Terry Gilliam 1988 fantasy/adventure film. THE TRIUMPH OF IDEALISM OVER CYNICS I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH HOW HEALING IT WAS TO WATCH AFTER THE TROS BULLSHIT HIT. Jonathan Pryce's spiritual villain is basically Chris Terrio and it is cathartic to see imagination and sentiment conquer him.

Sabrina. 1995 romance film. Modern fairy tale with Harrison Ford. Rejecting what you thought you wanted all your life for the thing you actually need, growing up but still believing in magic, beautiful character development across all the leads. Could be (and is irrc) a fantastic reylo AU.

The Scarlet Pimpernel. 1934 adventure film. High romance, secret identities, play-acting, people who aren't at all what they appear to be, falling in love with your own spouse, Big Heroism, guile and wit and audacity. It makes me do little kicks like a happy baby. This is one of the 3-5 films constantly tied for my favourite film of all time. There is a good quality rip free on youtube. Watch it and fall in love with Leslie Howard (this is possibly my favourite acting performance of all time).

Oh, related note. Pygmalion 1938 or My Fair Lady. (The musical is based on this film and borrows from it heavily, including its much more romantic ending compared to the original play.)

The Mummy. 1999 action/adventure/romance film. Very tonally similar to sw. A fucking great time, A+ characters.

EVER AFTER. 1998 romance film. The flawless and perfect and best ever Cinderella adaptation. This is the most satisfying film in history, maybe, the ending is so good it is amazing it exists. Also, it has Richard O'Brien being slimy. Huge selling point. Grapples with identity and stewardship, is brilliant.

Fruits Basket. drama/romance anime. I haven't watched the new version yet, but it's following the manga so I know the story. The original anime didn't do the whole plot (because they caught up with the source material) but it's wonderful and I still recommend it. The central ship is (spoiler.........) a B&tB type where we eventually discover the main love interest both feels like a figurative monster and turns into a literal monster. He has an incredible speech about his relationship with people's fear, it makes me weep. I called the endgame from the first episode and always thought it was obvious, but there is a red herring love triangle dynamic. It's really not annoying, though, because it is a red herring. (I hate love triangles)

I am Dragon. Russian monster romance film. Beautiful, simple fable with a really great heroine.

Jane Eyre. 1943 Gothic Romance film. It's Jane Eyre, byronic hero x sensible heroine love story with much atmosphere and Gothic drama. I stan this version because I am an Orson Welles fangirl and I'm also not convinced it can be improved upon. Elizabeth Taylor's film debut btw.

Hellboy. 2004 action/adventure/romance film. Defying destiny, reconciling identity, monster romance. The complete package and a great time. Tonally similar to SW and probably thematically closest to it out of this whole list. Don't watch the sequel.

Beauty and the Beast 1987 tv series. Exactly what it says on the tin. Deals with the classic B&tB themes, but in a different way. He's not cursed and will never transform into an ordinary man. The first season is very episodic and 'case of the week', but the second season gets more into character drama. It's dated, but if you give it a chance you can get past some of the cheese factor and it's really a unique experience. Its concerns are SO atypical that it feels like something fandom would make rather than a mainstream network show. It was so massively, insanely popular with women at the time that a record of Vincent (the beast) reading poetry topped the album charts. Also Ron Perlman and Linda Hamilton. Stop at season two. Point of interest: George RR Martin wrote for this show.

Stargate (the movie not the series) sci-fi fantasy about a nerdy guy who accidentally a hero.

Possession. 2009... mystery/supernatural/romance. Okay. This is a whole thing. Lee Pace and Sarah Michelle Gellar. It's based on a Korean film I've never been able to find for some reason, but being Hollywood they ruined the romanticism and nuance of the original in the theatrical cut to make a shitty punative ending. However. If you buy it on dvd and go to the alternate ending (which follows the original story) with around 20 minutes left (scene after Lee Pace's character wakes from a bad dream-go to deleted scenes and select the alternate ending), you will get a very, very interesting character study/thriller/redemption about sincerity within deception, compassion, and a major question about second chances with a positive answer. It's kind of dark and kind of astonishingly idealistic at the same time. The heroine makes a very powerful choice, twice over. It's fascinating. If you're into the conflicted and uncertain period in reylo, the part where he is most ambiguous, and you wanted more of that and much darker shades to it, you might be really into this. Also, it should be noted, there is a MASSIVE height difference and they show it off. The film is flawed (and the seams show on the Hollywood rewrite) but idk, it's fascinating. Shocking to me that they even got to shoot the original ending. It is pretty balls to the wall with its themes on forgiveness.

I would recommend getting into kdramas because there is a wealth of female-gaze tropey amazing content, but always check the ending before getting invested. My all-time fave is the 1st Shop of Coffee Prince, but it's not sw related at all lmao. It has a happy ending with all the elements you'd want, but it's not satisfying in execution, so that's it's major flaw and I find that pretty common with kdramas. One that is maybe more relevant is My Love from Another Star, which has a hero who is a little bit like Ben in personality. The heroine isn't my favourite, though. It does have a decent ending.

Oh yeah- brain fart. Kurosawa films and classic westerns were both very influential on SW. Or you can combine both and watch The Magnificent Seven.

#this somehow ended up a wall of text??? I'm so embarrassed #anyway it should be fixed now #recs #anyway 40s movies are fantastic they used to CHURN OUT rom coms and even the bad ones are entertaining #and they were not in the romance ghetto they had prestige actors and directors #I don't know what happened and why this isn't done now because that shit was profitable #another edit: #I messed up my directions on Possession bc I first saw the alt ending on YouTube from the fridge point #but actually the full thing starts way earlier and covers more of the loose ends than I remembered #so I've fixed that now as well #(because I just rewatched it after writing this rec) and serious SERIOUSLY someone watch this movie and scream about it with me #I can't stress enough how important it is you switch to the alt ending and watch that INSTEAD of the theatrical cut but but but #If you do - OMG the ending is incredible #the coded conversation the subtle optimism #it is a meeting place where we Soft Reylos and the edgier villain/heroine stans can meet in the middle

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The One With the Love Potion

Beauty and the Beast 4/?

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"They weren't kidding when they said they'd be loading work on us in preparation for our O.W.L's. I've never had more to do in my entire life," Marlene groaned whilst banging her head on the library table.

The librarian, Madam Pince, gave the group of Gryffindor girls a warning look to which Lily held Marlene back from injuring herself further. "Oh, come on," the ginger sighed, "It's all about time management. We just need to work more efficiently."

Edie had been resting her head on the table on top of her History of Magic essay. Her eyelids had almost completely shut when Marlene's ruckus forced them open again. She begrudgingly pulled herself off the table, "You know, she's right, Lily. Slughorn has got us writing one foot on the many uses of dragon blood, Baggott expects us to fill out our moon charts for the next month by tomorrow, and don't even get me started on Binns. Two feet on the goblin wars! I'm not going to have any parchment left by Halloween, at this rate," Edie ranted. She had never been more overwhelmed with her work, and they were only about a week into the school year.

"Dropping out doesn't sound like such a bad idea," Alice grumbled.

"Neither does a Dreadful. Or a Troll," Mary added, to which Alice, Edie, and Marlene all nodded in agreement.

Lily rolled her eyes at her friends' behavior, although she couldn't help but feel bad for them. "No more of this moping around. What you all need, is a study schedule. We're all making one right now. Pull out a clean roll of parchment," she instructed, sounding too much like Professor McGonagall for Edie's liking. But nevertheless, all four girls followed her and lazily got out a fresh roll and prepared their quills.

"Now make a chart with all seven days of this coming week as the columns and the time by the hour as the rows," Lily spoke while drawing one herself. Her friends did as she instructed. "And lastly you're going to write in each block of time what you'll work on during that hour, and make sure to leave one open for dinner. Also space out some free blocks here and there to give yourself a break."

Lily was completely in her element as she wrote quickly on her schedule. The rest of the girls worked silently as they thought through what they had to do this week. One by one, the Gryffindors finished and set down their quills with a sigh. Edie, Marlene, Alice, and Mary still wore faces of stress, while Lily beamed back at them. "I've been making a schedule for my work for years now, and it's never failed me. Just trust the process and don't deviate from your goals," she chirped.

"No guarantees," Edie grumbled, although Lily pretended she hadn't heard her. The blonde observed her friends' tortured faces as they attempted to get back to work. She tried to add to her essay, but was unable to find anything else to write about the Goblin Wars. Too restless to get back to working, Edie huffed and slammed her quill on the table. "I physically can't do any more work right now. Anyone fancy an early dinner?"

Marlene, Alice, and Mary immediately shot up in unison. "I thought you'd never ask," Marlene sighed blissfully. Lily giggled at her friends, and the five didn't hesitate to pack up their things to exit the library. The corridors and moving staircases were a breath of fresh air after being cooped up in the rather drab room for hours on a Sunday.

"You dare challenge Sir Cadogan? Back, you scurvy braggarts, draw, you knaves!" the tumultuous voice of Sir Cadogan, Edie's least favorite painting in the castle, filled the hallway.

"Oh, shut up, won't you?" the blonde grumbled, while her friends took to ignoring the armor-clad man in his frame.

The Gryffindor girls walked with an extra bounce in their step to the Great Hall, relieved to be taking a break from their work. When they finally approached the last staircase leading down to the entrance, Marlene and Edie shot each other a knowing smirk. Before Lily could warn them, the two blondes hopped onto the railing on either side. They slid down the lengthy staircase, giggling the whole way down before gracefully landing at the bottom. They beamed up at Lily, Alice, and Mary who laughed at their antics. Feeling much better than before, the five girls sauntered into the Great Hall with matching grins.

The smell of roasted chicken and pork pies made Edie's mouth water and stomach grumble. She  didn't hesitate to slid into a seat and immediately start piling an obscene amount of food onto her plate. The girls ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes, mouths too full to hold a conversation.

Edie was so engulfed in the steaming hot potatoes on her plate, she didn't even notice the group of pranksters a few seats away from the girls.

"What's that?" Remus narrowed his eyes at a smug Sirius Black and James Potter.

Sirius twirled a small, glass vial between his fingers and shrugged, "oh, you know, just some harmless fun" James and Peter giggled knowingly like little school girls.

Remus snatched the potion from his Sirius's hands and examined the liquid inside. It was a pinkish-pearl color, and based on the giddiness of his friends, he had a sneaking suspicion of what was inside. Still glaring at the three boys, he cautiously unscrewed the top and raised the vial to his nose.

An irresistible sensation immediately wafted into his nostrils, and he felt his mind going cloudy. The sensation was one like he'd never experienced before. The smell of roses, chardonnay, frost, cold air and-

Remus's eyes widened and he immediately snapped out of his trance upon the realization of who the scent belonged to. His face reddened and the boys howled in laughter at his reaction. Remus desperately tried to fight past the obvious blush and shot his friends a hard look, "What the hell do you think you're doing with this? Do you have any idea how dangerous amortentia can be? It's one of the strongest potions in the world. If you made it wrong-"

"Well that's the beauty of it, Moony, isn't it? We didn't make it. Slughorn did," James grinned deviously.

Remus groaned and let his head fall against the table, clattering the surrounding plates. He really didn't expect any better out of his friends, and last year it wouldn't have bothered him as much. But this year Dumbledore had entrusted him with being a Prefect in hopes of bettering his friends' behavior. So he couldn't help but feel guilty covering their antics-- especially when there were so many of them.

"Do you realize how much trouble you could get in if you got caught stealing from a teacher?" Remus grumbled at the boys, pulling his head back up from the table.

"Well we were careful, obviously. Used the invisibility cloak and everything. Even if he realizes it's missing, he'll probably just think he misplaced it," Sirius reassured his annoyed friend.

"Yea, and it's essential to Operation Moodie," Peter added with a full mouth of baked chicken.

Remus's eyes widened at this. "No. Absolutely not. You are not using that on Edie. Besides, if you want it to work I'd have to be the one pouring it. I refuse," the lanky boy ranted. His blush was long gone now.

Sirius rolled his eyes at how worked-up his friend was getting, "We're not gonna make her drink it. Just watch. Trust the process," Sirius smirked at a furious Remus Lupin. James snatched the vial back and dumped it in a glass of water and slid it over to Peter. Peter gripped the glass and moved over to where the group of Gryffindor girls were sitting, right next to Edie. Remus's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as he had no choice but to watch the scene before him unfold.

Edie was laughing at a joke Mary had said she'd heard from a Hufflepuff boy about Professor Dumbledore's beard when she felt a presence beside her. She glanced to her left at a (seemingly) bashful Peter Pettigrew who tapped the table nervously.

"Well hello, Peter, what brings you over here?" Edie smiled kindly at the awkward boy. She glanced past him to catch sight of the rest of his gang, who appeared to be engaged in conversation.

"I was just wondering if I could join you all. James and Sirius were making fun of my grade on the Goblin War essay, and I felt like moving," the boy mumbled sheepishly, successfully masking the plan under his sleeve.

The five girls shot him a sympathetic look, "Of course," Lily chirped. "I'll give James a talking to later. That's completely uncalled for." The ginger proceeded to glare at the glasses-clad boy a few seats away down the table, who didn't meet her eye.

Mary repeated her joke for Peter to hear, sending the group of Gryffindors into another fit of giggles. Peter laughed along, and brought the glass of water up to his lips. Just as he was about to drink it, he scrunched up his nose in confusion.

"Huh, this definitely isn't water. Smells like someone must have spiked it," Peter hummed with wide eyes full of false confusion.

Edie frowned at this, immediately averting her eyes to his Sirius, James, and Remus, who conveniently turned their watchful eyes. "Let me see that," Edie grumbled and snatched the glass away from Peter. She didn't hesitate to raise the liquid to her nose to see if she could smell what James and Sirius had inevitably put inside. Peter slid back over to his friends just as the blonde began to fall under the trance just as Remus had.

The sensation hit Edie like a truck. It was so sweet, so enchanting. Like nothing she'd ever felt before. She felt her mind go cloudy as she tried to decipher the scents.

"What's it smell like, Edie?" Marlene tried to stifle a giggle upon realizing what it was, based on the love-struck look on Edie's face.

"Hmm," the Rosier girl sighed blissfully. "Smells like melted chocolate, redwood, old books, earl grey tea..." Edie trailed off and both the girls and boys leaned closer in anticipation, with the exception of one scar-covered boy. "Smells like, smells like... smells like Rem-"

The growing volume of giggles and sudden realization of what she was about to say caused Edie to snap out of the trance immediately. Her eyes widened in shock and she felt the heat rapidly creeping up her neck and face. Her girl friends were giggling more than they had all day; even Lily was invested. And the girls didn't even compare to the Peter, James, and Sirius, who had nearly fallen out of their seats in laughter.

Edie's embarrassment quickly transformed into anger as she stomped over to the bumbling baboons with the glass of cursed amortentia water in her hand. She didn't hesitate to dump the full glass of liquid over the heads of Sirius and James, who were clearly the ringleaders in this all. The blonde avoided eye-contact with the boy she knew was sitting on the other side of the table at all costs and stomped back to her original seat.

James and Sirius didn't seem to mind being drenched with water, and decided to take their sweet time before finally settling down. Edie sunk into her seat next to Alice who pat her shoulder reassuringly while trying to stifle a giggle. The blonde shoved a large bite of treacle tart into her mouth to avoid conversation as her girl friends settled down for her sake. Thankfully, Lily brought them back to normal conversation, allowing Edie to recover from the embarrassment; though the incident would most definitely be brought up later. Edie sipped her tea quietly and avoided the urge to sneak a glance at the equally embarrassed boy a few seats down.

Remus unknowingly mimicked Edie's actions, sipping his tea silently and fighting the urge to sneak a glance at her. While he felt bad that Edie had fallen victim to one of his friends' pranks, he was grateful that she didn't know what he had smelled.

Remus didn't know what to think at all. Edie was attracted to him? Well, attraction is merely a physical thing. And there's nothing wrong with finding your friend objectively attractive. Physical attraction is far from emotion. This was what Remus settled on, and at that turned his attention back to whatever his friends were talking about. But he couldn't avoid the odd feeling gripping his chest.

The noise level in the Great Hall was beginning to die down and students were returning to their dorms. Edie did not hesitate to shoot up from her seat when the rest of her friends announced they were ready to go. She lead the group of Gryffindors out of the hall and up the staircases in a brisk walk. She didn't need to turn around to see the four identical smirks behind her.

"Password?" the Fat Lady hummed, not looking up from her nails she was intently examining.

"Wattlebird," Edie grumbled, trying to get inside as quickly as possible.

"Hm, come again? Missed that," the woman in the portrait still wouldn't spare a glance at Edie or her friends.

"Wattlebird, now let us in," the blonde spoke harshly through gritted teeth.

The Fat Lady cocked an eyebrow, "Well there's no need to be rude, now is there?" She still refused to look up at the girls, but swung open anyways. Edie heard a rushed 'thank you' from Lily behind her, but continued her march up the stairs to their dormitory. She hoped the girls would sit by the fireplace like usual, but wasn't surprised to hear them running up the steps behind her excitedly.

Edie had barely made it to her bed and stuffed her face in her pillow when Marlene's squealing filled the room, "Edith Lillian Rosier! Have you finally admitted your love for Remus Lupin?"

The tortured girl let out a grunt as she felt an added weight jumping up and down on her bed. Edie peeped one eye open to see all of her friends had gathered around her bed with expectant grins. She yelped as Marlene sat on her, and forced her to turn around.

"Oh come off it, Marlene! There's nothing to discuss," Edie cried and covered her face with her arms in despair.

All four girls simultaneously scoffed various protests.

"Yeah right!"

"As if!"

"You wish!"

Edie shook her head violently. Alice rolled her eyes at the blonde's stubbornness, "Edie, Amortentia never lies. It reminds you of the things you find most attractive, and all of the things you listed just so happen to belong to Rem-"

Edie uncovered her face with a sigh, "I do NOT like Remus, okay? Not as more than a friend. All we'll ever be is friends. End of story. Goodbye, the end."

This seemed to quiet her friends, but she could tell they still weren't convinced from their half-hearted shrugs and resting smirks. "Whatever you say," Lily hummed. "But when you come to your senses, we'll be here to say we told you so." The girls returned to their respective beds, still stifling giggles.

The incident passed and the girls sat in their beds finishing up the list bit of work they hadn't gotten to earlier. One by one, they finished with a yawn and collected their things to get ready for bed. Edie had never felt more relieved than when she scrawled the last word of her History of Magic essay on the lengthy piece of parchment. With a large weight lifted off her shoulders, she changed into her pajamas and readied herself for bed gleefully. The atmosphere of the dorm was a comfortable silence as the stress from earlier hadn't carried over. Exhausted from the long day, Edie felt herself slipping into sleep before Mary even turned the lights off.

As the blonde began to lose consciousness, the sensation from earlier swirled in her mind. She longed to have another small sniff of the amortentia. Edie had never encountered a more intoxicating fragrance. Each time she tried to relive those five seconds of bliss, a pair of chocolate brown eyes would accompany them, despite Edie's desperate attempts at pushing him out of her mind. The fact she'd smelled Remus merely meant she found him objectively attractive. And there's absolutely nothing out of the ordinary with finding your friends attractive; Marlene is objectively attractive, and so is Sirius (but only if you really squint), Edie thought. Besides, just because what she smelled just so happened to be similar to Remus doesn't mean that he had smelled Edie too. At this last thought, Edie drifted out of consciousness and into a deep sleep. So deep that she wasn't waken by her mangled cat, Piggy, making himself at home on her pillow at the top of her head. The only noise to be heard in the Gryffindor 5th Year Girls' Dormitory was the purring of Piggy and the soft snores of Lily Evans.

The following morning was a bit of a blur. Edie could already tell by the time she had left breakfast to head for her classes that it would be one of those going-through-the-motions type of days. Her coffee was blander than normal, and she couldn't remember whether or not she had packed a quill in her bag.

Edie mindlessly followed her girl friends at least three paces behind. The high-pitched giggles of lively First and Second Years were but a muffled noise, as if she were underwater. Even the sky was a dull grey, and the sun was hidden from sight. Her legs moved with a mind of their own as Edie felt herself slipping from reality and drifting into the clouded world inside her own mind. She thought of the chapter she had read in her Astronomy book last night about the correlation between birthdays and the position of the moon. And with the moon, she thought of Dumbledore's half-mooned spectacles. A particular thought was itching at the back of her brain, but she ignored it. Instead, she thought of her brother, who was still yet to show his face since arriving. This particular thought dampened her mood even further. Sure, they didn't particularly converse much at school, but a simple "Hello" would be nice, even if it was just-

Edie was abruptly pulled from her thoughts by the feeling of her body crashing into another, and a sharp, menacing voice, "Watch we're you're going!"

The blonde felt as if she'd just woken up as her eyes shot up to meet the cold, obsidian ones of a very displeased Severus Snape. The Slytherin boy walked swiftly past before she could get a word out, making sure to bump her shoulder. With a quick shake of her head, she brought herself back to reality; completely, this time. She looked ahead for her friends, but she'd fallen so far behind they were no longer in sight. With a huff, she continued her trek up the never-ending staircase alone. Just as she took her first step, Edie was surprised for the second time that morning.

"What the hell was that?"

She yelped at the shrill voice mere inches away from her ear. Her head turned to meet the inquisitive eyes of Sirius Black. His goons lurked behind him with matching expressions.

With a roll of her eyes, Edie grumbled, "I was just daydreaming again. Bumped into Severus. My fault." She started up the stairs without waiting for the boys behind her.

"Doesn't mean he needs to be a slimy git about it," Sirius shot back with a tone of pure dislike

James, Remus, and Peter had caught up the two at this point. "Well Padfoot, that's just the thing. He can't help because that's what he is-- a slimy git!" James clapped his arm around his friend's shoulders with a mockingly blissful sigh. Peter laughed as if he'd just made the funniest joke in the world. Edie's eyes shot to Remus, who wore a matching expression of indifference. She was about to roll her eyes at the childish boys again, when confusion took over her instead.

"Padfoot? Since when do you go by Padfoot? I've known you for fifteen years, Sirius Black, and never once have you referred to yourself by Padfoot!" Edie cinched her brows together and glanced up at her taller friend. He merely shot her his infamous, unbothered smirk.

"Well, you see-"

Sirius, James, and Remus's eyes simultaneously widened as Peter began to speak.

"Oh, well looks like we've arrived. Better hurry into class, wouldn't want to be late for Transfiguration, would we? Favorite class of the day!" James effectively cut off Peter who was clearly about to say something the others didn't want her hearing. The four boys scurried into the classroom they had arrived at. Edie restrained herself from shouting after them, as Professor McGonagall stood a mere few yards away.

"Miss Rosier, do you plan on coming in, or will you attend class standing in the doorway?" Professor McGonagall's voice cut through the air. With one last sigh, Edie forced herself to enter the room and took the empty seat beside Marlene. The four boys conveniently sat a few rows ahead so she couldn't get their attention.

These boys were certainly up to something, and whatever it was, Edie was hellbent on finding out.

#Harry Potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #harry potter imagine #harry potter imagines #hogwarts #Remus Lupin #remus #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin fanfic #remus lupin smut #Marauders #marauders era #marauders headcanon #marauders smut #marauders preference #marauders imagine #Sirius Black #sirius black smut #James Potter #james potter imagine #sirius black imagine

[faelune-home]

FFXIV Write 2020 #11: Ultracrepidarian

(A/N: The idea for this one finally hit me when I looked at what prompts I hadn’t written for on the extra day. Gosetsu was a bit baffled at the Dotharl’s beliefs. :’) I didn’t give this too much of a once over before posting so apologies for any obvious misspellings or poor grammar moments.

Mid-Stormblood, Azim Steppe, before the Naadam and retaking Doma Castle. A look at beliefs in mourning and the gods themselves.

Word count: 888

@ffxiv-writers)

“There, a proper burial,” hummed the great samurai. Fufu turned back from her watch of the horizon, on lookout for any further predators that would look for easy meat. Gosetsu had already sat by the makeshift grave he had dug for the warrior, eyes shut in silent contemplation. She joined him, keeping her bow in hand and an ear prepped for any disturbances.

“Surely this is preferable, yes?” Her ear flicked, Gosetsu’s question recapturing her attention. The elder roegadyn sighed, “Try as I might, their way makes no sense to me. Why would any warrior wish to be left to rot without care? Surely it is better to know you were cherished and missed when you pass? To know you did a great service to your nation or your people?”

“From the way they describe it,” the miqo’te said, eyes trailing toward the Dotharl village, “they love their friends and family dearly, but because they believe the soul comes back, there’s no reason to mourn them. They don’t have to miss them when they know they’ll return.”

Gosetsu scoffed, “And that I will never understand. To think a babe full of new life is just the rebirth of old.” His eyes however betrayed his confusion despite his dismissive tone. The wolves in the distance howled.

“And what of you?” Gosetsu asked, “What do your people think of death and mourning? How do they do it in the West, with your Eorzean kami?” 

Fufu smiled, “Well, I’m not necessarily from Eorzea, but I guess I can answer for them as best I can.” He nodded, awaiting her answer.

“I guess they’re not too different from Doma’s way of doing things. Maybe not to the same extent as you, but they mourn and pay respects,” she explained, “Their souls would pass into the halls of Nald’thal, their bodies unto the earth, and their aether into the lifestream. For the most part that’s pretty consistent across the realm.” With a wry smile she added, “Ishgard was more focused on Halone herself, but then they are a bit single minded, if I can be honest.”

Gosetsu let out a chuckle. “If their Goddess grants them strength then I see nothing wrong there.” He looked to the woman herself, “And what of your own beliefs?”

Her ears flicked. “I...I don’t know sometimes.” 

He frowned. “Don’t know?”

Looking away, Fufu shrugged. “I know people that have passed. And I wish it could’ve went any other way, but they’re gone now. And I miss them and I mourn them, of course I do. But I don’t know what to think when it comes to wondering what happened to them after. With the Scions, I’m surrounded by scholars, so it’s easy to just hear the technical side of death.”

Despite the tilt of his head and the bothered frown on his lips, Gosetsu only answered, “That is a fair thought. In the end so long as you mourn  and remember your loved ones, I would say that you still hold them close. Unlike this idea where you place all your hopes on raising a child to be a facsimile of the past.” Fufu flinched at his still harsh words of the Xaela tribe’s beliefs, but she didn’t question it. Better to finish their vigil and move on back to the Dawn Throne for their friends.

She continued, “All the talk of the Gods...I can’t say I don’t believe but I can’t say I do either. The most I can say is when I feel pretty lost, it’s nice to think there’s someone watching over me, so I’m not alone.” Her first thought was of Oschon, a patron chosen in a moment of curiosity and kinship with the God’s base desires; travel and freedom and carefreeness, ideals she hoped to embody in her early adventurer days.

Her next was of a grand blue crystal, a kindly voice like a loving mother, only for the light to grow dim and the voice to cease. For the smiling figure of a blonde woman to fade along with it.

She shook her head of the thoughts, a chill running down her spine. For his part, Gosetsu didn’t seem to notice her absent minded moment.

“I guess I just put more stock in my friends with me at my side than I do the gods in the heavens. They’re here and they can help, and I can trust them to do something. Not that I’m saying the gods wouldn’t if they could.” 

He nodded. “That’s a valid stance to take. For all we can pray to the kami to watch us and grant us strength, sometimes we have to have more faith in the physical bodies around us.” He got to his feet, sword in hand.

“I am done now. I wish this man peace, and that his beloved’s grief passes soon. Whether through her child or whatever youth comes to resemble him in the future.” Fufu smiled. It wasn’t quite acceptance, but it was close enough from the man.

“Back to the Throne then?” she said. A nod. His brow furrowed, a look of determination in the set of his jaw.

“Aye. I am done with mourning the lost. We shall partake of this Naadam and return to Doma, where she shall hopefully be set free once more.”

#ffxivwrite2020 #ffxivwrite #gosetsu daito #keeper of the moon miqo'te #stormblood #azim steppe #my wol #fufu faelune #my writing

[themardlonk]

How is Carole and Tuesday transphobic? I'm legit curious, I kinda binged everything so far, but maybe I overlooked some shit?

Yeah, np! I’m not trans, so I’m only speaking based on what I observed, but here’s what I picked up on. Basically, C&T got a lot of things right and is very progressive in many ways, but its depiction of transgender people is not one of them. It often depicts its trans characters as “men pretending badly to be women” or “men dressed up comically as women”. It didn’t respect actual trans people, but rather turned them into comic stereotypes to laugh at, and then showed them as quick to anger and violence.

So, for example:

The Mermaid Sisters, that really awesome self-proclaimed genderless group who sings “Galactic Mermaid” (aka the “Fucking Bullshit” song) at the talent show, in their cute dresses and awesome voices. I understand that it’s Mars and it’s supposed to be a little quirky, and that some gender-fluid and agender people do have mustaches, beards, and long hair, but there was something a bit off about their character design. Maybe it was that, of all the ways they could have portrayed a genderless group, they chose a mismatch of very frilly feminine mixed with very distinct mustaches. If anyone else has any thoughts on this, I’d love for you to add to this. And then, when they didn’t win the round, they flew into fits of rage, attacked the judges, their voices dropped a bit lower, and suddenly they were angry, violent, unpredictable, and dangerous. And it was played for surprise and laughs. And although the song they sing is a BIG MOOD, at least where I’m concerned, the fact that they chose a group of transgender people to sing a song that’s just comprised of swear words makes them sound uncouth and low-class and rude, especially the way the audience reacts. I mean, if I was there in that audience, I would’ve been ALL OVER that song hahaha! Like, that song is legendary.

Secondly, the character of Dahlia makes me very uncomfortable. It’s like they tried to make a transgender Dance Mom while making the point that Dance Moms suck, but instead made the point that transwomen suck because whoever wrote that character clearly has never met a transwoman. They gave her The Deepest Voice imaginable (which doesn’t make a transwoman invalid! But also, as the show’s MAIN transgender representation, was ill thought out, in my opinion). They really didn’t do well with her character design (honestly, she reminded me a bit of the Witch of the Wastes from Howl’s Moving Castle, only less fun and more violent). If you consider it, all the other main characters in this show look very similar, but Dahlia’s character design looks kinda like a purple Cruella Deville with really bad makeup. It was like the character designers’ ideas of a transwoman were “a man puts on a purple wig and tries to do makeup but fails.” They didn’t even try, even a little bit, to make her pretty! The only transwoman, a person who identifies as a woman, they didn’t even try to make her look feminine! And then, on top of all of that, they made her abusive, quick to anger, and violent. Angela is scared of Dahlia. She loves her but she’s terrified of her mother, which is a trope used with transgender caricature characters to further the stigma that transwomen aren’t women, but are just very violent, unhinged men pretending to be women. And then they killed her. They killed their only transwoman character, which is not only the disgusting “bury your queers” trope, but they also really didn’t give her any redemption character-arc-wise either. But yeah, they killed their transwoman! Ahhhh! It destroys me just thinking about it.

Maybe there is a trans character that they did do respect and justice, but I can’t think of any off the top of my head. I think the David Bowie guy was done pretty well, but I don’t know if he would be considered gender-fluid or not…? 

TL;DR is that C&T is an adorable and refreshingly lovely anime and it’s dear to my heart, but the transphobia of the writers is obvious and Not Great. It’s honestly okay if you didn’t see it, because often it’s hard to notice stigmas and bias in action, even if you don’t believe in them and/or are against them, because they present themselves in subtle and nefarious ways. But yeah, the transphobia was no fun, especially when C&T is so progressive in other ways (ethnic diversity, immigration themes, class themes, and positive lesbian themes).

I hope that helped! It’s kinda long. 

#carole and tuesday #anon

[blue3ski]

Glenya Settings Prompt Fill: 28

Exactly 3 months to this day, Pure Anon, you asked for #28 of a settings prompt. I initially had something vague but very very different in mind, but while I was rereading the Twilight series over the past week, this newborn idea just…bit me :D

I’m sorry for taking forever, but finally, finally here we are! Glenya… with a Twilight vampire twist (I really do like my vampires!) I’m not sure how well you know the series, but as always, drop me an ask and I’ll be happy to answer all the questions (I also have quite a few headcanons about this AU :D)

Settings: Snowstorm (musical inspiration: Hero/Heroine by Boys Like Girls

The law must be upheld.

Gleb had been bound by the law since he was human. It was fitting that even beyond that, he remained bound.

He wrapped his ash-colored cloak more tightly around himself as the wind picked up, howling in his ears and blowing the hood off his head. White ice battered his face, attempting to shield his view. Not that it mattered. No vampire would be deterred by something as mundane as a snowstorm, not least a member of the Volturi guard. Especially with the threat that loomed.

The Romanians could not be allowed to return. It would destroy the world of secrecy the Volturi had worked so hard to build for all vampires’ sake.

It had long since been assumed that the ancient coven, which had ruled openly and shamelessly among the humans, had died out. It had been over a thousand years, after all, since the Volturi had deposed them. There were a few stragglers out there, but nothing, it seemed, the guard had needed to trouble themselves with, weak, broken, and petrified as they were.

Then, shortly after the Russian Revolution, whispers reached Aro’s ears. The Romanians were gathering again. One more member of the ruling class had survived – one was who younger, stronger, more gifted than the others had been. One, he said, around whom the remains could rally, if she were to find them.

Anastasia.

And Gleb was the best tracker the Volturi had. There was no question of sending anybody else.

His sharp ears picked up the faint chugging of an approaching train. His dark raiment was far too obvious against the snow, and he made quickly for the silhouette of the nearby trees. As the locomotive came closer, so did the scent of human blood, igniting the usual burn in his throat. But thirst was unimportant. The law came first, always the law.

He watched the cars pass, idly considering his need to hunt by tonight. Just as he was about to turn away, he caught a different scent in the air. Something more than human.

Rosemary. Grapefruit. Sandalwood. Immediately, he straightened, all his senses on high alert. He burst silently from his hiding place and made a running leap, managing to land on top of the last car.

Gleb never doubted his instincts.

“Why are we hiding in the baggage car?” Anya asked again from where she sat on the floor.

Dmitry ran a hand through his hair as he pressed against the door, looking tense. “I felt something. It’s not safe.”

Anya sighed and leaned her head against the wall. The snowstorm had made it cold, which was a comfort as the train rumbling along the tracks under her feet was doing nothing to quell her pounding head. From the other end of the baggage car, Vlad shrugged.

She had always had the headaches, ever since she could remember, accompanied by flashes of fiery scenes and metallic screeching. They had intensified with her meeting Dmitry and Vlad – initially, this had excited the men, who thought she had the gift of foresight. But nothing she saw had ever made sense, and so their enthusiasm had dimmed, the migraines becoming more of a liability than anything.

If she truly was Anastasia, Anya wondered if Maria would also see her as a liability. The old leader of the Romanian coven was probably looking for a warrior, not a vampire who complained of human ailments like headaches. It was yet another disadvantage to add to Anya’s disappointing lack of recall.

Dmitry had begun pacing, which was worsening Anya’s mood. She was about to snap at him when he stiffened, nostrils flaring.

“Time to go,” he said in a clipped voice.

“What?”

He yanked her to her feet roughly. “Someone’s coming! We have to run!” He threw open the car door so forcefully, he nearly ripped it off. “Vlad! Come on!”

They were all lined up to leap into the snow when she saw who was coming. He was wearing a gray cloak, the hood of which hid most of his features. The exception was a pair of blood-red eyes that had fixed themselves on the three of them.

“The Volturi,” Vlad croaked out. “They’re coming for us – I knew it!”

The Romanians’ age-old enemies. They were coming for her. For Anastasia. Anya’s head swam, and through the pain assaulting her cranium, she could see burning castles. The air was thick with purple smoke and the smell of incense…

“Jump! Now!” Dmitry was shouting.

Anya didn’t think she had exerted more effort in jumping now than she had in the last how many years she’d been a vampire. When she landed, she was in the thick of a copse of trees.

And she was alone.

She started running through the trees, pushing all her senses to awaken. She needed to find Dmitry and Vlad, to detect the familiar notes of citrus and sandalwood.

She smelled the sage before she was caught, very nearly crashing headlong into the body that had materialized from seemingly out of nowhere. Suddenly, her arms were locked behind her, and there was a cold arm across her throat. She snarled and thrashed, but her captor barely seemed to notice as he began to drag her across the forest floor.

Anya had not survived this long without knowing how to fight, however. Perhaps underestimating her, he had left just a little bit of slack in his grip across her collarbone. Just enough slack. With as much strength as she could muster, she slammed her head into his chin.

He staggered, and she was able to yank her arms free. She shot for the trees, finally tasting the faint scent of grapefruit in the air.

Her captor flung himself at her, and a tree groaned and collapsed. Anya’s limbs were caught in a tangle of branches – she tore through them easily enough, but by then, he had lifted her by the neck. His hood had fallen back in the struggle, revealing his face.

If she was not fearing for her life, she might have thought it beautiful.

His ruby eyes widened as he looked up at her. He seemed struck dumb, and he released her. As she dropped onto the snow-covered ground, hands rubbing her throat, he backed up.

“I can’t,” he whispered, so softly that she barely caught it. 

The snow and wind whirled around them, but neither of them moved. When the Volturi soldier reached out again, it was hesitant, and his eyes were softer. Without fully understanding why, she slowly extended her hand. Their fingertips touched.

The warmth of his fingers was stolen away in the next second as he went flying into another tree. Dmitry was now crouched in front of her, growling. The rustling of leaves, followed by the smell of sandalwood, told her that Vlad was at her back.

The Volturi soldier had assumed an attack stance. His teeth snapped, and Vlad swore. Dmitry automatically edged backwards, the tension in his muscles suggesting that he was battling his base instinct to bolt for safety. The soldier noticed Dmitry’s distraction, and he charged.

Anya stepped directly into his path. “Don’t!” She didn’t even know if she could be heard above the wind.

There was a loud crunching sound – the forest floor protesting. Her nostrils filled with the smell of sage.

The Volturi soldier had stopped, just barely an inch from her. He looked anguished. Behind her, Dmitry drew in a sharp breath.

The soldier reached up to touch her cheek – feather-light against the snow on her skin. Then he turned away.

“Go,” he ordered quietly.

Dmitry didn’t need to be told twice, tugging on Anya’s wrist and pulling her to his side as he backed into the trees. Anya’s eyes sought the soldier’s face, her legs suddenly unwilling to move.

“Hurry!” Dmitry hissed.

As she turned her back on the copse of trees, she detected the fading scent of sage.

“Find me,” she whispered to the air, hoping it would carry her wishes.

#pure anon #prompts #twilight au #glenya

[howlingmoonrise]

Dear Yuletide Author

thank you for signing up for yuletide, i hope you have fun!

i’ve put all my letters in one place so you don’t have to juggle links around, feel free to send me an anon (is that allowed?) if you’re in doubt as to whether i’d like a certain trope or not! (and so sorry about all the ranting oops)

things i like in general:

pining. TONS of pining. ALL the pining! i have a lot more fun reading about idiots in love that aren’t together yet than if they’re already in an established relationship

i’m good with either gen or romance if you’re not comfortable with shippy stuff! what really works for me is the relationship itself, platonic or not, the development of it, and the interactions/feelings regarding the other. when it comes to the characters i’ve picked, for me it makes sense for them to develop trust and fondness/affection for the other before they get into any sort of relationship so gen is all good!

i’m veeeeeery fond of enemies/rivals-to-friends-to-lovers, and bickering pairs overall (as you can see by all my choices in characters lmfao) since they’re so much fun and provide such an opportunity for character and relationship development :D

continuing from above, nothing kills me as much as characters that bicker all the time but in the end they rely on the other and go to each other before they go to anyone else

conceptual AUs are fine! by this i mean stuff like soulmate AUs, AUs where they met differently from canon, i’m-your-next-door-neighbour-and-i-had-to-break-into-your-flat-to-get-my-cat-back AUs, canon divergence, that kind of thing - AUs like that are super fun!

fun tropes (sorry, these are a bit romance-heavy): fake dating, “accidentally got roped into x thing and shenanigans are happening”, What Do You Mean We’re Not Dating?, “oh no there’s only one bed”, misunderstood confessions, trope subversion in general is also GREAT

i REALLY like the canon and characters for all the fandoms i picked, so sticking at least to their characterisations and the overall “tone” of canon are a huge plus!! “missing scenes” and “what if” canon-divergent situations are excellent but like i said, i also like conceptual AUs so don’t be afraid to mix up the scenario a bit if you enjoy it, because i do too!

things i don’t like a lot in general:

kidfics. unless it’s petshop of horrors - where Chris and the pets are an exception - next gen and stuff are a pass for me

far into the future fics in general, actually - what really does it for me is the development, so if we skip ahead to much later on i feel like we end up missing it all

i usually don’t like most angst stuff since it feels a bit gratuitous to me when it comes to most fandoms and characters. the one exception for this is psoh (see below if you’re picking this fandom) or when it’s introspection fic. as a result of this, i’d pass on most content with major character death, sexual abuse, self-harm, the like, though of course there are always exceptions to the rule and you’re free to write as you wish! 

hard AUs are a bit ehhh to me - by this i mean world-heavy stuff like harry potter AUs, where the focus ends up more on the setting than the characters more often than not. i’d also pass on high school AUs (gsnk being the obvious exception) and ABO. 

i heavily dislike things involving cheating/infidelity, and genderbending is a bit ehhhh for me

script-based or roleplay fic is not really my preferred format, i really enjoy prose instead of nearly all dialogue!

if you’re going for nsfw:

kinks: moderate sadism/masochism, bondage, choking/breathplay, xenophilia and tentacles (which only make sense here for like... 1.5 fandoms lmfao), moderate degradation, edging

squicks: scat, vomit, praise kink, daddy or baby kink, vore, forced feminization, pet play, gore

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PETSHOP OF HORRORS

i’m usually not partial to angst AT ALL but psoh is the one fandom where i don’t mind it if you wanna go ahead - psoh is RIPE for angst. we got two people with abandonment and inadequacy issues: leon who decided to leave his whole life behind to chase someone who gave him life and left him after thinking that he didn’t care for him at all, and d who is supremely fucked up by his upbringing and had to push leon off the ark to continue his family’s mission and let drop one (1) single tear that he was not supposed to cry over a human.

THAT BEING SAID, i also!!!! love slice of life shit for them!!!!!!!! GODS i love how much they bicker but then they turn around and the other is the person they rely on the most and who they trust above all others and how they keep roping each other into ridiculous shenanigans. neither of them are particularly communicative with a few rare exceptions, so there’s also a lot of room for introspection there on both sides, which i LOVE. my son leon in particular is also super underestimated when it comes to his intelligence and tolerance for gay shit both in canon and fandom, and he performs ridiculous leaps of logic and instinct that somehow turn out to be right but that are super ???? for everyone else involved, and that’s always fun to see. hell, just another missing scene where leon brings d some cake and they banter fondly over tea is A++++ to me!!

nsfw???? bring it!!! this is the fandom amongst these three where you’re free to go super dark and kinky if you wanna, or if you wanna write tender loving reunion sex where d cries a little while leon cherishes every bit of him that’s also excellent! 

psoh is the most excellent genre triangle where i’d be super happy to receive anything on the slice-of-life/angst/smut corners! (also, slash is 3249823% acceptable if you couldn’t tell by my ranting)

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GEKKAN SHOUJO NOZAKI-KUN

yuzuki seo is my absolute favourite character on the series and i love her and how ridiculous she is! waka is also gr9, and i really love that little sadist streak he has going like when he kept teasing seo with his “confessions”, that was probably one of my favourite chapters! 

for gnsk either canon-verse or a conceptual AU would be excellent - if you’re going AU, i’m very fond of those where seo is a siren/mermaid and possibly man-eating (because those are the best kind amirite??) canon-wise i LOVE their interactions and how waka keeps accidentally getting taken on lowkey dates while resolutely defending they’re not even friends and even more accidentally retributing those with thoughtful gifts and the like haha

another thing i love is when waka is capable of looking past appearances to see seo, like in the chapter where they gave her the “lorelei” makeover and no one recognized her but him. i also love how stupidly happy seo is whenever she sees waka, it’s so cute!!

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HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE

the thing i like the most in hmc are the characters’ flaws! i love the ghibli movie, don’t get me wrong, but they took away the bits i liked the most - sophie’s stubbornness and nosiness and temper and howl’s cowardice and vanity and his silver-tongue whenever he tries to slither around sophie, and all their banter and arguing. 

there’s nothing quite like their stupid arguments where sophie pretends she didn’t mess around with things she shouldn’t and howl is torn between being amused and exasperated at her expense - even better if he’s trying to do something good sneakily behind her back so he won’t be accused of being a good person before he finds another excuse to justify it. 

for this fandom i’d really prefer it if it were from anywhere from the beginning of the first book to before their marriage (i haven’t read the sequels and prefer non-established relationship anyway), but a conceptual AU would also be pretty nice! hmc in particular is very good for trope subverting, which i’m extremely fond of! for example, take a soulmate AU with the first words written on the skin thing: we could mess it up a bit since calcifer was in possession of howl’s heart and as such his first words would be on sophie instead of howl’s - cue shenanigans while sophie wonders how someone can have a soulmate bond with a sentient fire with no words of his own, howl panics internally about sophie not returning his mark, and so on! 

another thing i love about the book is the writing style and that incredible sense of humour in the writing, so something lighthearted and in the spirit of canon would be great!

#howl rambles a lot #yuletide #yuletide 2018 #dear yuletide author

[zewrites]

25 Questions

I was tagged by @jaimistoryteller. thank you as always!

1. Is there a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason?

mmm sort of. I’m holding off continuing to flesh out that character Astra, I brought up a few weeks back. I’m holding off because I don’t want to lose interest in my current WIP when I’ve worked so hard on it, and do genuinely like the characters I made for it. 

2. What work of yours, if any, are you embarrassed about existing?

hmmm, to be honest, most of the original stuff I wrote before my WIP. The stuff I wrote at 10 was quite obviously not very good and the stuff I wrote at 14-16 were blatant rip-offs of books I’d read at the time. Apparently I didn’t learn creativity until after high school -_-’ 

BUT I still like rereading them to myself because they highlight my progress. 

3. What order do you write in? Front of book to back? Chronological? Favorite scenes first? Something else?

Chronological, front to back. At least, for the first draft. 

4. Favorite character you’ve written?

hmmm... tbh Silas and Jinx are tons of fun to write. I know it’s uncreative to just choose the two leads for my WIP but... they’re my leads for a reason, right?

5. Character you were most surprised to end up writing?

I haven’t spoken about her at all in this blog, nor does she have a character page because she’s actually very minor, but I have a character named Vera. She was originally a pretty nothing background character, but I came up with some characterization for her on the fly and ended up loving writing her. I imagine a future WIP will feature someone based closely on her, since she’s so fun. 

6. Something you would go back and change in your writing that it’s too late/complicated to change now

tbh, I’m still on first draft, so there’s a LOT of things I can still change. However, there is a plot twist regarding one of my characters I randomly thought up one day and thought it would have been awesome...! Except that it works against everything else that makes up that character, so I ended up not doing anything with it. I might reuse it later for a new WIP too, we’ll see. 

7. When asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

I don’t mind telling people that I write, I just don’t like when people want to read my writing because it’s so unpolished right now and not ready for anyone’s eyes!

8. Favorite genre to write

Fantasy and romance.

9. What, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

Weirdly enough, reading through/watching writing advice never fails to inspire and modivate me to create. 

10. Write in silence or with background music? Alone or with others?

Silence, or music without lyrics. Voices tend to distract me. I write alone. 

11. What aspect of your writing do you think has most improved since you started writing?

Pacing and characterization. My old stuff had neither lol.

12. Your weaknesses as an author?

Though I’ve improved a lot, I feel like my pacing isn’t amazing still. Also, I’m bad with story structure because I’m such a disorganized writer lol

13. Your strengths as an author?

I hope characterization; it’s certainly the part I like writing most. 

14. Do you make playlists for your work?

mmm no, actually. Certainly not for listening to while I write. 

15. Why did you start writing?

Idk I guess because I had all these ideas and was inspired by authors I’d read.

16. Are there any characters who haunt you?

Not yet...

17. If you could give your fledgling author self any advice, what would it be?

Your writing is flawed and that’s okay! You’ll get better with time and practice and patience! Stick with your work and it will pay off. 

18. Were there any works you read that affected you so much that it influenced your writing style? What were they?

I’d have to choose Howl’s Moving Castle (a surprise to absolutely no one). 

19. When it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.?

Can’t say, since Spellsong is my first full WIP that I didn’t give up on, and it has a pretty simple, straight forward narrative. 

20. Do you write in long sit-down sessions or in little spurts?

Little spurts with occasional long sit down sessions. 

21. What do you think when you read over your older work?

Yikes. But also that there’s small nuggets of talent buried under the yikes.

22. Are there subjects that make you uncomfortable to write?

Sure, most of the usual unpleasant or terrible subjects that I won’t name for obvious reasons.

23. Any obscure life experiences that you feel have helped your writing?

Sort of, but it’s a spoiler so I can’t say! 

24. Have you ever become an expert on something you previously knew nothing about, in order to better a scene or a story?

Um, I guess I know a lot more about late 1800′s fashion now. 

25. Copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of.

Sorry, draft’s too unpolished for me to really answer this. Plus I’d have to type it out lol. 

I tag, off the writer’s peeps list: @lady-redshield-writes @ladyliliana @lend-your-lungs-to-me

#ze txt

[joeyloganho]

Demonic Love (Calcifer x S/I) Chapter 1

Genre: Fluff for now/minor angst but nothing yet really

Warnings: Talk about someone who cheats (not the main relationship)

A/N: This is just a quick first chapter mostly getting information out of the way. This will also be on Ao3!! I hope you guys enjoy. Also side note, Calcifer is based on the book descriptions with a few differences and there's a few things I've changed about the story so that this can work, so it's canon divergent by quite a bit.

Looking out the window of his small home attached to the palace of a large kingdom called Hell, Victor slid his jacket onto his left arm. It was going to be a cold day, and he had plans on walking to Howl’s castle today, rather than just use the door that he had magically connected to it. Despite the cold, Victor still wanted to get out for a bit before seeing Calcifer. It had been weeks since he’d even seen his fire demon boyfriend, what with all the royal business Victor had been attending to. His older sister, Lyn, had yet to meet Calcifer, though it had been talked of multiple times that they should meet. Unfortunately, despite being a married woman, Lyn wanted everyone she could have, and Victor feared that perhaps she wouldn’t hesitate to jump at Calcifer either.

“I’m not a fan of fire demons, at least not romantically,” Lyn would say, but Victor could hear the tone of her voice. She’s not a fan of fire demons, so long as they're not the one that HE is attracted to. It wouldn’t be the first time Lyn had taken a lover of Victor’s and twisted the scenario so that they loved her instead. So for now, they simply kept pushing back the introductions.

Despite that, the rest of the family was starting to get concerned. Why did Victor never bring his “lovely, wonderful, perfect” boyfriend around them? Was it their status differences? Sure, Calcifer was a powerful demon, but he was no royal. Was Victor ashamed? Surely not. Though his closer family knew that it was all Lyn’s fault, the older and more distant family assumed it was because he wanted to split from them and not be associated with them any longer. They had “taken the hint”, or what they assumed to be so, and they began to distance themselves from Victor, despite him being one of the leaders of Hell. They didn’t care, they could separate and make a new state if they so choose.

It wasn’t like that at all though. It was simply a misunderstanding. Victor just wanted to protect his relationship. And so he did, even at the cost of his own family. And as he finally walked off the palace grounds, greeting a guard as he passed them, he continued to wonder how he could get Lyn to back off before she even began. It wasn’t like he could just outright say “back off” to her. That wouldn’t work. In fact, it would only fuel her to steal Calcifer further. Victor wondered what her poor husband thought of this. He had to be aware at this point. Maybe thousands of years ago he hadn’t known, but now it was just obvious. Stealing men, using them for a week or so, and then tossing them aside. Reminded him of Howl in a way, only Howl never tried to steal Calcifer from him. He wasn’t a fan of stealing lovers from friends and family, not like how Lyn was.

Soon, the home that Howl owned in Hell came into view. This was attached to the castle of course, where Victor could finally see his love. He shook all the thoughts of Lyn stealing Calcifer from him out of his head, and began to briskly levitate his way across the green grass, the blades fluttering down towards the ground as the air passed over them. Placing his feet back on the ground once he reached the purple door, he adjusted his jacket and knocked on the door three times.

Noises of falling books and jars came from behind the door before it finally opened. Howl stood in front of Victor, tall and lean as he towered over him. He smiled at the demon, not saying a word as he moved out of the doorway to allow Victor to walk into the castle. He spotted Sophie sitting in a chair as she worked on a sewing project, and Michael was at the workbench, working on a spell for the King in Kingsbury.

“Calcifer,” Howl said a bit on the loud side, causing the flames in the fireplace to stir and sizzle. Howl watched as Calcifer’s green eyes opened in the blue flames. “You have a guest.” He smiled as he headed upstairs to his room.

Victor took his jacket off, setting it on an empty chair as he made his way to the fireplace. He had created a spell a while back that ensured if Calcifer left the fireplace, he wouldn’t burn everything down, nor would he ever go out, not even in rain. With this spell, Calcifer could finally be in a form he wanted to be in. More than just a face and hair and little arms, he was finally who he was before. Tall, slender and lanky, his curly green hair flickering up towards the ceiling, blue flames constantly sizzling and crackling. Victor thought he was so handsome, his facial structure and lankiness always so attractive to him. And as Calcifer made his way out of the fireplace, coming to his full height, arms reaching out to Victor, they both felt content and happy in seeing each other once more.

“I missed you,” Calcifer sighed, planting warm kisses on Victor’s jawline. Victor placed a hand on his lover’s cheek.

“You have no idea how I’ve longed for you, my dear fire demon.” Victor smiled, pulling him in for a soft kiss.

“Is it still unsafe? With Lyn?” Calcifer asked. “That witch…”

“Now now,” Victor laughed. “You’re correct, it is still unsafe. However, I placed a spell of safety on my home on palace grounds. We are safe there, if you wish to go there for a while.”

“Are you sure? There’s no way she’ll ruin things if I go there?” Calcifer asked, concerned. “I just don’t want things getting messed up. I know how she is despite never having met the bat.”

“I promise. So long as you don’t go into the main palace, it should be fine.” Victor smiled, gently running his fingers through Calcifer’s green hair. Sophie made a noise from the chair, and stood up to approach the two.

“I think you two should go. Calcifer, how long has it been since you went to Victor’s?” She asked them.

“Far too long…” Calcifer sighed. “Alright, you’ve both convinced me. Let’s go.”

Soft breezes fluttered past the lovers’ faces as they made their way onto the palace grounds through a backdoor. Calcifer looked around, having never been to the palace, his eyes always on the lookout for anyone who might see them.

“What if I am seen?” Calcifer questioned as Victor opened the door to his home, ushering his fire demon past the door.

“Even if they do, I am an adult. You are millions of years old. We are not children, they cannot stop us.” Victor said matter-of-factly.

“But Lyn-” Calcifer was quickly stopped by a kiss from Victor.

“Don’t worry so much. You never worry like this.” Victor tells him, taking his jacket off and placing it on a chair.

“I only worry so much when it comes to you. You are what I care about.” Calcifer smiles, looking around the main room. It was cozy, with a fireplace and some chairs and a table. Pictures of Victor and Calcifer scattered the walls, which made him smile.

“Well, I appreciate it, but calm down.” Victor giggled, taking his hand and pulling him further into the home. “Would you like a tour? Some food? I saved some egg shells if you want them?”

“I’ll take a tour.” Calcifer smirked, fixing a hair that had fallen out of place on Victor’s head. “You’re so handsome.” He told Victor.

“Oh hush…” Victor giggled. “Come on, we have a tour to give.”

#self insert #self shipping #self ship community #self ship fanfiction #self ship imagine #self ship

[worldstraveller]

My Top 10 favourite shippings/pairings Part 3

It’s now it starts the solos...

4. Elena x Mateo (Elena of Avalor)

Before I explain why I ship them, I want to tell how I came to know and  start watching this animated series and so shipping Elena with Mateo, then it will be the reasons why. Elena of Avalor, when was first announced to the media, I was curious, because I liked Sofia the First a lot  and the great job Craig Gerber done with it, when a show is introduced before airing, they introduce the important characters of the show, I knew about Elena's character before and I remember I liked the idea and the concept of her character and circunstances since it added more lore and expanded to the world of Sofia The First (yeah, I have thing for lores, world building in no matter media form - be video games, graphic novels, mangás, books, animated series, movies, etc), as I looked over the character's bios and design (I liked the descriptions back in time (the characters I was most interested then was Mateo, Elena and Isabel - I liked the idea of a princess  being an inventor), imediately Mateo got my attention with his promo picture and description, I got the feeling back then he would be my favourite character being a wizard in training and all, it made me a little hopeful about a chance of maybe seeing a wizard and princess (this was before I knew of the whole "avoiding the romance" thing - to me avoiding something is the same as something is present and trying not to get close to it, it's there but won't be part of the plot or to be a subplot, just vague hints, the "elena will not have a love interest", this to me can vary in terms of interpretation about "romantic interest", you can grow to like someone romantically without being interested romantically in the person because liking is different from being interested in someone), but one of the characters was a royal guard (Gabe), my hopes went quite down (since is a classic trope, many different dynamics inside royaltyxroyal guard were explored, there is only 1 exception I give to this trope in shipping but is in somewhere else), as I researched a little more about Mateo, I saw the famous promo duo picture of them, which made me feel a bit more hopeful. I did actually waited for the Secret of Avalor to air before starting to watch the animated series, because I wanted to know how it began first (and the explanation of the change of the new main dress of Sofia in mid-season 3 in Sofia The First), I was actually bit surprised Mateo appeared and played an important role in Secret of Avalor and in freeing Elena and her family, I was already very interested in his character, as seeing the character in action, I was charmed by his character and became instant fave, when Elena and Mateo first meet face to face, you sense and see there is a special connection between them, be it romantic or platonic, that's was when I officially shipped them...

The reasons of why I ship them:

- For starters, I find the special relationship between Elena and Mateo as pretty unusual, between a Wizard/Royal WizardxRoyalty in romantic concept is something I always wanted to see and read for a very long time, unfortunately is almost non-existent, there is only two works of fiction and is in literature, however is for the adult audience (if you're interested - The Royal Wizard (Dragonblood, #1) by Alianne Donnelly and the saga of The Wizard of Bright Isle and both well received in GoodReads, the first mentioned is about a royal wizard woman and a prince, the saga one is between two men (wizard>royal wizardxprince>king) - I'm interested in both, however the saga one, seems to be a bit gory), but for the younger audience, pretty much doesn't exist, it's a very unexplored great potential. Even by close friendship standards is unusual as they are, the royal wizard when friends with the king is usually wise and old, when the same age is like we see with Cedric and his wizard peers, their input isn't valued by the royalty they serve, while Elena and Mateo are both the same age and teenagers, besides in the beginning of the series, they are both in training and gaining experience in their respective fields, Mateo being a wizard-in-training into Royal Wizard (he is still learning how to be one), while Elena is a ruler in training as crown princess into becoming queen, as they grow as individuals, they grow closer together too, It's very easy to tell that Mateo is becoming Elena's right-hand man and confidant.

- The role of Mateo in Elena's life and the show itself is unusual, he plays a key role in the story as much in Elena's growth, even as royal wizard, he is probably the youngest character to become a royal wizard in the media (after him would be Howl from Howl's Moving Castle) and appointed by the crown princess Elena, the most moving part in this, besides Mateo's mom, Elena is the one who believes most in his worth as wizard and royal wizard, even see potential of hero qualities in him (that's a pretty big deal), she believed more in him than Mateo himself.

- One of the traits that makes their connection so special (whether you ship them or not, whether you perceive as romantic or platonic), there is a sense of complementing each other, giving each other what they lack and need, a sense of completion because in the start of the series, Elena is more of a giver and receiver while Mateo is the other way around, it went full circle from "Spellbound" to "Jewel of Maru" in the confidence department, Elena giving Mateo encouragement and Mateo in retribuition of receiving her faith in him, he gives his votes of confidence when she needed it, which made them grow closer together.

- The other reason, it is that I find always so adorable how much attention she gives to Mateo, usually is her who takes iniciative, Mateo at the beginning was always very surprised at the much attention he received from Elena, you could tell from his wide range of facial expressions by wondering if was okay of him to be friends with the crown princess, even when as a wizard-in-training and as royal wizard, even though recently he became used to it, he does still react slightly surprised.

- Another thing I want to note, as is obvious, Mateo isn't afraid to call out on Elena when she makes a misstep while follow and respect her decisions at the same time with unwavering loyalty, and Elena will defend and speak up for Mateo when someone's doubting him. It's quite fun to find hints based on their interactions when you ship them, because isn't something "in your face", their special connection and growing closer relationship, they will eventually becoming lifelong partners in either romantically or platonically, it's displayed ambiguously, it can be interpreted in a romantic or platonic way, I would bet slightly romantic inclined.

Favourite Moments (I will mention the least mentioned, my most memorable is the most mentioned): I love the many moments they have together as much when they're separated thinking of each other...There is no order of preference...

1.I liked how they first met face to face (I think as many wonder, for Elena may have been bit earlier since she watched what was happening inside the amulet, including when Sofia met Mateo), you can tell, there, to me it had the special spark, as Jaquins arrives to welcome Elena being freed from the amulet, as they bow, while Mateo welcomes her excitetly mounted in Luna to falling from Luna's head when Luna bowed to Elena, as when he introduces himself as he bows, not wishing for formal treatment as comes close to his face asking to just call her Elena (in Mateo's house, when few civilians saw Elena and bow to her, it was a bit similar except coming closer or asking to call her by name), so far, Mateo was the first and only person she asked to call her by name on screentime (later was Naomi and then Gabe).

2.Next favourite scene, it might be a small things to many, but I liked in the first episode very much for scenes such when Elena and Naomi was trying to find the boat Isabel and Gabe were, Elena was was informed how the thiefs looked liked and suspected they were magical, I liked that she thought of Mateo with a smirk, as if looking forward to see him again and confident he might know about these magical creatures...I thought it was cute how she connected magical creatures to thinking of someone magical, Mateo.

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3.It's followed by the scene above, when they enter Mateo's workshop, as Naomi wonders Mateo wizard get up as bathrobe, Elena explains he is wizard and Mateo extends Elena's answer "in-training", I like how she looks at him as she says "Mateo is a wizard" and Mateo extending feeling humbled and bit shy that she saw him as fully-fledged wizard while Mateo saw himself as wizard-in-training.

4. Of course, the adorable small moments when Elena catches Mateo from falling and vice-versa, it's curious and cute that it starts with Elena but due to Mateo clumsyness or help him finding his confidence - his character development, while when is Mateo catching Elena, it's more plot focused, since he usually plays a key role in the story.

5. In "Island of Youth", I thought was so sweet, when Mateo uses the first time the floating spell on himself, I think is sweet and moving how she whisper "Oh, Mateo." as if praying for his safety with deep fondness for him.

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6. There is many moments of the song scene "The Magic Within You", I like very much, but I always giggle when Elena sings the first lines of the lyric about how since she met him for the first time saw that Mateo was meant to be a hero to everyone, because Mateo's expressions between these lines are amusing and bit funny, as we know well before Mateo starting gaining confidence in himself, it's notable he does have a bit of sarcastic self-deprecating humour, his expressions between these lines of this song, he is thinking from how he met her was him falling from a jacquim head to the floor, so you can have a good guess of what he was thinking on those expressions (from remembering about their clumsy meeting with a sad expression to disbelief and wonder how did she saw him potential to be a hero by him falling from a jacquin's head) It always makes me wonder which first time she means? inside the amulet from sofia perspective when first meeting Mateo or face to face, it could be both, hmmm. look at how she looks at him when she sings "The first time that I met you..."

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7. "Spirit Monkey Business", one of my beloved favourites scenes of these two, when the Zanies "kidnaped" Mateo as their king "wizard king" while Elena pretends to be queen of the zanies, addresses Mateo as "King Mateo" and asks to walk with "her king", Mateo's response to play along, he stutters a little and little shy, he must have a thought for a moment about this play along and calling her "Queen Elena" (pretending to be a married couple as king and queen of the zanies), but it seems he might haven't been the only one (Elena, after the zanies asking her did they have king And a queen, she went a little nervous when the idea of her and Mateo pretending to be a married royal couple), this scene is so cute, I think it hints a little they were conscious about it, when is as "just friends", you play along without being nervous, usually, I do think it's hinting at something...

#Elena of Avalor #eleteo #Eleteo Appreciation Week - Day 1 - Valentines Day #eleteo valentine day #eleteo appreciation week #elena x mateo #elenaxmateo #matena #mateoxelena #mateo x elena

[thelegendofclarke]

Just venting I need to get this out:I firmly believe that there are Key 6, not 5, players in ASOIAF. And Sansa is one of them. GRRM has himself named Sansa as one of his key protagonists (there were 6 in total inc Sansa) and also that Sansa,Arya and Bran's journeys were paramount for him. I know this subject has been done to death &I'm really sorry for imposing on you but yeah to me,based on all this,Sansa is one of the Key 6. (you dont have to post it. Just venting. Thanks for reading)

Hi! Sorry to bother you again. I’m the Key 6 players anon. You don’t have to post my initial ask. I know the whole thing has been done to death. I was just venting and getting it out of my system. I hope I didn;t offend. Thanks for understanding.

Hi Anonny!

Oh gosh please DON’T apologize, you didn’t offend me at all in the slightest! I am just slow af and take forever to answer things and am generally The Worst… But my Ask is always open for venting! Especially venting about people who don’t ~recognize, respect, and appreciate~ the Noble and Poetic Land Mermaid that is Sansa Stark.

Yeah, the Key Players debate does continue to be a kind of ~weird bone of contention~ in the fandom for some reason. I think (and like to hope) that a lot of the time when people talk about or make fanart for the Five Key Players, that they aren’t excluding Sansa or leaving her out maliciously. I think they might just be going off of, or wanting to acknowledge, the five main characters GRRM listed in his original outline for the series in 1993.

But you’re right, I have definitely seen people who insist that Sansa is not a main character or key player in the story, which simply isn’t true. GRRM even identified her as a main character himself in 2016:

I’d thought the whole story could be told in three books, and that it would take me three years to write them, a year per book. That picture was taken just a few weeks after I blew my first (bot not my last, oh no) deadline on the series. Ah, how innocent I was… little did that guy in the picture imagine that he would be spending most of the next two decades in the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros with Tyrion, Daenerys, Arya, Sansa, Jon Snow, Bran, and all the rest. (x)

And even if GRRM’s word alone weren’t enough, Sansa’s character is vastly different from how she was originally planned. In the original outline GRRM basically had the Arya character involved in plot lines that now belong to Arya, Sansa, and Meera Reed (homegirl would have been BUSY AF); and the original Sansa character was basically who we would now identify as Margaery Tyrell if you are looking for a comparison. The original Sansa character ended up marrying Joffrey and bearing him a son and then choosing him over her family and ultimately paying the price. It was always ~super obvious~ to me that GRRM figured out that it just wasn’t going to be logistically possible to have the Arya character do everything she needed to do. I mean she was basically going to have to be in a minimum of two places at once: fleeing North beyond the wall with Bran AND in KL/WF getting entangled in a love triangle with Jon and Tyrion. So he ended up splitting and then modifying Arya’s storylines for the characters we now know as Arya, Sansa, and Meera.

The Sansy Pants as we now know (and love) her does start out a lot like the original Sansa, with dreams of marrying the prince and having his babies ect. She also does play a big part in what some people see as the betrayal and downfall of her family. But unlike the Sansa in the original outline, our Sansa learns. Her observations and inner dialogue become more and more keen and shrewd and move further and further away from the romantic fantasies and naivety that characterized her original POV. The romantic and fanciful AGoT!Sansa does make appearances throughout the series as Sansa wistfully, and sometimes resentfully, recalls the girl she used to be. But AGoT!Sansa’s memory is consistently suppressed and rejected in favor of a sharper, smarter, more cunning, and more guarded perspective (She hasn’t left her romanticism behind completely though as we know, just like she hasn’t forgotten her true identity. She is still Sansa Stark; “Lord Eddard’s daughter and Lady Catelyn’s, the blood of Winterfell”). 

If anything, this proves to me she’s going to be a Key Player and central to the story’s endgame. Like her siblings Sansa has lived through extreme atrocities and incredible adversity and come out the other side stronger and smarter, but still kind an noble. And like Bran has been honing his supernatural abilities and Arya has been honing her physical abilities, Sansa has been honing her own intellectual abilities. Her growing political savvy and transition from Pawn to Player is incredibly similar to Bran’s growing confidence in his magical abilities. Just like Bran is gradually becoming one of the central characters for the magical endgame of the series, Sansa is transitioning into her role as a key player in the pragmatic and political endgame of the series.

And going along with that, I think another reason people have a hard time believing that Sansa is going to be a Key Player is because she isn’t magical. All the other five Key Players (Bran, Arya, Jon, Dany, and Tyrion) have some sort of magical ability that’s central to their arc. Whether it’s dragon riding or blood magic or warging or being brought back from the dead, they all have some sort of magical skill and/or experience. There is, of course, the fact that Sansa could have been a warg or a skin changer, but her ability to do so essentially died with Lady. But honestly I think that’s kind of beside the point…

In the end I don’t think it matters that Sansa doesn’t have any significant magical abilities, because I don’t think GRRM is trying to write a story solely about magic where the magical storylines and characters are the only important ones. I think he is more writing a story that is set in a world where magic exists. ASoIaF isn’t divided into magical storylines vs. political storylines, the two co-exist and are of equal importance. Whether you want to view ASoIaF as a political world where there’s magic or a magical world where there’s politics, it still stands to reason that the lives of the characters are going to be affected by both. Just like the magically inclined Dany is driven by royal aspirations and entangled in political endeavors, the politically savvy Sansa does interact with and has been affected by magic. 

Both these things occur simply based on the fact that both exist and are pervasive over arching themes in the universe GRRM has created. Even though Sansa doesn’t have any obvious magical skills like Arya and Jon, she has interacted with magic and it has been a prevalent theme in her arc. Here are just a few examples:

The name Sansa actually means “invocation and charm” in Sanskrit. And while yes, this could just be a play on words with Sansa’s power to charm others, it gets brought up again in he advices Petyr gives her to seduce Harry the Heir: “Charm him. Entrance him. Bewitch him.” Seduction is described here like a spell. 

The Ghost of High Heart Prophecy- “I dreamt a wolf howling in the rain, but no one heard his grief. I dreamt such a clangor I thought my head might burst, drums and horns and pipes and screams, but the saddest sound was the little bells. I dreamt of a maid at a feast with purple serpents in her hair, venom dripping from their fangs. And later I dreamt that maid again, slaying a savage giant in a castle built of snow.” The bolded part is pretty clearly speaking of Sansa at Joffrey’s wedding. The purple serpents in her hair with blood dripping from their veins is referring to the silver hair net with purple amethysts given to Sansa by the Tyrells which they used to smuggle poison into the wedding feast. The “serpents in her hair” also really strongly parallels the myth of Medusa, who could turn men to stone with just one look.   

The smallfolk also talk about Sansa and the Purple Wedding in terms of magic and legend when telling the story to Arya and The Hound: “The northern girl. Winterfell’s daughter. We heard she killed the king with a spell, and afterward changed into a wolf with big leather wings like a bat, and flew out a tower window.” (Arya XII, ASoS) Not only do they say Sansa preforms a spell, but also that she skin-changes into a bat-wolf, all references to the dark arts. 

The remaining direwolves often think of think of “the sister they had lost”, which is obviously Lady. And it’s significant that because Sansa lost Lady, her brothers can’t track her the way they do their other siblings. This indicates that there is in fact a magical bond/connection between each Stark and their wolf allowing them to connect with and track each other as a pack, and that with Lady’s death Sansa’s magical connection was severed. 

GRRM has also explicitly stated that all the Stark children have warging abilities: “[On whether the trait of being a warg ran in the Stark family] I don’t know if I want to get into genetics - this is fantasy, not scifi… I don’t think this is necessarily a ‘Stark’ ability, though all the children have it to one extent or another. They also realize it to one extent or another.’

Her presence in Bran’s dream in AGoT (Bran III) where she is surrounded by shadows, each representing characters she has and possibly will interact with (The Hound, Jaime Lannister, and possibly Robert Strong)- “One shadow was dark as ash, with the terrible face of a hound. Another was armored like the sun, golden and beautiful. Over them both loomed a giant in armor made of stone, but when he opened his visor, there was nothing inside but darkness and thick black blood.”

Maggy’s Prophecy- Sansa is also potentially the “younger and more beautiful” queen in Maggy the Frog’s prophecy about Cersei. And while she might not ~actually~ end up being the younger and more beautiful queen, Cersei believes she could. This is significant because it shapes Sansa and Cersei relationship and fuels Cersei’s hatred of Sansa from the first time they meet. It’s the same reason Cersei hates Margaery, they are a threat not only to “all she holds dear” but also to her power. 

SO tl;dr Sansa Stark is ~important af~ and DEFINITELY a Key Player in ASoIaF. I know you already knew this haha, but just take comfort in the fact that there is a gd mountain of evidence against anyone who claims differently. So they can just sit there in their Wrongness and be Wrong :)

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No Lips to Seal: An Underfell Story

Contains: SFW, no content warnings

Some say that it is violence shrouding Underfell in darkness; others say it is secrets, buried more deeply even than the monsters in their underground prison of earth, stone, and ancient magic. In this world it’s kill or be killed, and the best way to survive is to keep a whole deck of aces up your sleeve. This isn’t a story about having aces in spades, however. This is the story of a joker and a knave.

Sans had worried about Papyrus’ future from the moment the babybones had tumbled out of his incubation tube and bitten him on the ankle. Such ferocity boded well for Papyrus’ future, or it would have if Sans didn’t know his little brother at all. Despite his savage antics, Papyrus had a caring and merciful soul, and in Underfell, that made him just as big of a target as his older brother.

Sans possessed only a single hit point. This, combined with his equally singular attack and defense, meant easy experience for any monster who didn’t know better. Dragging a babybones along in his foraging made it a two-for-one deal. How Sans managed to survive the frequent attacks remained the Underground’s best kept secret. Sans did have a stat a bit higher than the loneliest number, a stat that couldn’t be viewed by Checking him: his LV. In this world, Sans wasn’t about to allow himself or his brother to be killed.

Sans honed his skills, practicing dodging and overwhelming opponents with a barrage of attacks. He perfected blue magic, developed elaborate bone attacks, and even had one of his teeth capped in gold to give the illusion of toughness. Eventually, he and his younger brother had settled in Snowdin.

The small town of Snowdin lacked the dense population of the capitol. The few residents who fought for experienced simply weren’t interested in the meager pickings from a puny skeleton monster and his babybones brother. The local guards were willing to overlook Sans and Papyrus entirely as long as Sans periodically threw them a literal bone. In the Fell, you accepted peace and safety for as long as you could hold onto it, but nothing lasts forever.

As Papyrus matured, it became painfully obvious that he would be the opposite of his older brother in every way. His tall, lanky stature made his brother look even more stout, and his penchant for high-heeled boots only accentuated the difference further. Papyrus lacked Sans’ single-minded disregard for any lives but theirs; his soul burned with empathy. His mind sought to see the good in others, a pursuit that Sans had long since given up on.

The most important difference, the one thing that changed everything, involved Papyrus’ stats. Everyone who knew the gold-toothed skeleton assumed that his younger brother would have similarly sub-par attack, defense, and hit points. Even Sans hadn’t expected Papyrus to blossom into such a powerful monster. Unfortunately, a well-endowed monster represented a life-changing wealth of experience, and that meant Sans and his brother were no longer safe in Snowdin.

It happened on a sunny afternoon, not that the sun ever really penetrated the thick canopy of trees where Papyrus practiced magic attacks with Sans and occasionally designed elaborate puzzles. That afternoon, Papyrus bounced excitedly as he eagerly showed Sans the system of spikes and pressure pads he’d set up. He was explaining the solution to Sans, who, though quite clever, feigned bafflement to please his brother when the dog monster attacked.

Doggo, a Guardsdog and regular at Grillby’s, landed only a single blow, claws tearing deeply into bone over Papyrus’ left eye. He didn’t get a chance to press the attack against the shocked teenager; Sans moved like lightning, pinning the mongrel to a nearby tree with a bone attack before summoning a pair of dragon-skull Gaster Blasters to end his worthless life. The Blasters opened their mouths in unison, jaws unhinging as they gathered energy.

Ping!

Papyrus had only perfected one bit of battle magic, and he used it now to turn his own brother’s soul blue. The dragon skulls froze in stasis, magic swirling in their gaping, unmoving maws. Doggo, sensing a reprieve, struggled against the bone that had punctured his shoulder and held him to the tree. Sans’ attacks were efficient and accurate- they had to be- and left his opponent with no chance for escape. Red snarled, fighting his brother’s magical immobilization

.“Papyrus!” he snapped.

“Sans, I’m sorry. Please don’t kill him. I’m sure he’s learned his lesson!” Papyrus pleaded for Doggo’s life even as he clutched his damaged socket, blood seeping between his fingers. Doggo nodded his enthusiastic agreement to Papyrus’ statement.

“Fine, just let go of my soul, Papyrus.” Sans’ red eyelights never left Doggo’s claws, dripping his brother’s blood onto the previously pristine snow.

“Promise me, Sans,” pressed the lanky skeleton. He knew his brother too well.

“I promise not to kill him,” growled Sans. As soon Papyrus released his soul, one of the Gaster Blasters dissipated with a whoosh. The other Blaster, however, spewed a beam of concentrated energy squarely into Doggo’s eyes.

“Sans!” Papyrus shouted in reproach as Sans dismissed his bone attack. Doggo collapsed at the base of the tree, clutching his face and howling in agony. Sans was already walking away, discarding the would-be murderer like so much human anime.

“C’mon Paps. I need to take a look at those scratches. The mangy bastard will live.” He added the word probably under his breath. Sans truly didn’t care either way, but his younger brother would be traumatized if he saw his assailant die.

Subdued, Papyrus followed Sans home. After inspecting the wound, Sans reassured his brother that his eyesight would be unaffected, but he would have a pretty intimidating scar over much of the left side of face. Sans had little hope that the scarring would discourage future attacks; the potential experience from a powerful monster was worth the risk to many who were trying to get ahead in the Fell. How long could Sans keep his brother safe? How long before he lost the only thing that mattered to him?

That night over a hot dinner of Papyrus’ lasagna and chilly silence, Sans concocted his most ambitious plan ever, a plan to construct a facade that would encompass their entire lives. Their new fabricated identities would be their armor against a dangerous world. Maybe the illusion of kill or be killed would suffice.

Sans set his plan in motion the next day while Papyrus stayed home to recuperate from his injuries. The first step? Approaching the Captain of the Royal Guard, Undyne, and convincing the savage fish monster to accept Papyrus into the Guard without testing him. Despite his high stats, Papyrus had failed to master even basic battle magic; turning a soul blue had been his one and only success.

The moment Sans stepped forward to speak to Undyne, he could feel her Checking him. The Captain had the audacity to laugh raucously at his meager stats before she outright insulted him.

“Whaddaya want, weakling?” she snapped, her one good eye constantly roving the ranks of the Guard. They feared her enough to behave, even behind her back. That’s why none of them even dared to gasp in shock when Sans challenged her to a fight.

She choked on laughter, doubled over, barely able to squawk a disbelieving “What?” before Sans continued, unfazed, tone icy.

“My brother wants to be Captain of the Royal Guard in Snowdin. He’s tired of the mutts running amok or lazing about, but he’s not interested in serving under a commander who’s all reputation and no substance. He wants me to see if you’re worth his time.”

Undyne glared daggers at the diminutive skeleton monster. “I guess your brother wants to be an only child.” On the last words, she lunged at Sans, summoning her spear in mid air and thrusting where Sans’ body had been a mere moment earlier. Undyne followed each of his movements with a stab of her weapon, trying and failing to anticipate his next dodge.

Screeching with frustration, the Captain of the Royal Guard increased her speed and redoubled her efforts to impale the puny being that mocked her. After a particularly skillful dodge, Sans summoned a pair of bones, driving them into the ground in a cross shape and trapping the pole arm beneath them. With a smug grin, he materialized a pair of Gaster Blasters. They awaited the command to gather magic, but Sans hoped that his performance had been adequate to satisfy Undyne.

Undyne glared. How had this miserable single hit point monster bested her? “You’re not bad, shrimp. Bring you brother to me tomorrow. I’d like to meet the monster cold enough to risk his brother for a Royal Guard position.”

Sans nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He’d exhausted every bit of energy within him for this victory; he couldn’t spoil it by fainting. No, he teleported home to do that, crashing face down on the bed into deep unconsciousness. He’d survived. He’d succeeded. Now he just had to get Papyrus to agree to his grand scheme. Later though. Now, he needed a nap.

“Are you sure this will work, Sans?” Papyrus asked for the umpteenth time that day, pawing nervously at the outfit Sans had designed for him. His brother had insisted he wear his favorite red boots, but the rest of the clothes were atrocious. A tattered shirt with armored shoulder pads left his spine exposed, and the low slung leather pants held up by the gaudy silver skull belt buckle didn’t even cover the crests of his hipbones. He thought the gloves and tattered scarf/cape looked just plain ridiculous. He didn’t want the other monsters to make fun of him!

When they arrived at the castle, the entire Royal Guard stood at attention to greet them. Those who had not been present for yesterday’s battle had been filled in by their fellow Guards, and by the time the story had fully circulated, it was well embellished. No one dared to mock the tall skeleton, imposing in his black and red attire, for fear of swift and fatal retribution.

Undyne strode haughtily forward to face the newcomer, and the heels of his boots lent Papyrus just enough height to be taller than her. Sans kept his face impassive, staying behind Papyrus at all times, giving the impression of a servile attitude. 

“So you’re the great and terrible Papyrus?” Undyne’s voice held a mocking undertone, meant to challenge the tall skeleton with his angular features and gruesome scar.

“Obviously,” Papyrus shot back coolly. Just like they’d practiced.

“And what exactly do you propose to do as Captain of Snowdin’s Guards?” Undyne disliked the cold immensely and without her heavy-handed guidance, the dogs of the Guard had become something of a running joke.

“Patrol for humans and set puzzles and traps to befuddle and capture them. And no more rowdy parties, chugging junk food at that disgusting bar!” Papyrus improvised in the disdainful growl that he and Sans had agreed on. Sans would’ve patted his brother’s back, but that would break character.

“What makes you think there will ever be a human in Snowdin?” Much of Undyne’s reputation centered around her capture of a fallen human.

“What makes you think there won’t be?” 

Silence fell in the wake of the insubordinate answer. Undyne’s booming laughter shattered it. She clapped a firm hand on Papyrus’ shoulder. “The position is yours!”

They’d done it!

Undyne’s sarcastic moniker stuck, and stories of the Great and Terrible Papyrus spread like wildfire, with a bit of help from some well-placed lies, courtesy of Sans. The new Captain appointed his weak, servile brother as a sentry, and rumor had it that he had done so to keep the smaller skeleton under his thumb. Doggo thanked his lucky stars that Papyrus had allowed Sans to punish him. His eyesight never fully recovered, but Doggo somehow convinced himself that Papyrus had intended to kill him when Sans intervened.

The ruse worked like a charm. For his part, Sans referred to his little brother as Boss and even wore a spiked red collar he’d found at the dump, pretending Papyrus had given it to him. The Great and Terrible Papyrus spent much of his time building traps and recalibrating his puzzles in the dense Snowdin forests. Nobody bothered him, fearing his wrath. Papyrus had an imperious nature and a scathing tongue, and no monster dared rile him enough to risk an attack.

As for Sans, nobody bothered him either. His laughable stats and his brother’s protection weren’t worth the measly experience or waste of time killing him. When they retired to their home at night, whispers ensued about what they must be up to behind the locked doors and blacked out windows. 

Nobody could ever have guessed that the Great and Terrible Papyrus made lasagna for his brother most nights. They’d watch the latest MTT TV specials, and then Papyrus would don his bunny pajamas and Sans would read him Fluffy Bunny stories until he dozed off in his racecar bed.The skeleton brothers of Snowdin became Underfell’s best kept secret. 

The pair had found a way to avoid killing or being killed. Most importantly, every night when Papyrus fell asleep, Sans would Check his stats. They remained the same, impressively high, except for one- the statistic that couldn’t be checked, Papyrus’ LV. It mirrored Sans’ own stats.

One.

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Busy with Blender

Thanks to Grant Abbitt’s tutorials on YT (https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCZFUrFoqvqlN8seaAeEwjlw) tutorials, I’ve picked up a few quick skills. Until he makes the part 4 of the tutorial with the texture painting, I decided to hit WoW and made a few screenshot about objects and houses and tried to make them in Blender.

First attempt: Barrel and cart:

I really liked this one, despite the fact that it’s super low poly, it is quite obvious what it is and even with basic shading, it looks very good.

2nd Attempt: House in Evelynn forest:

and the reference screenshots:

It had some very strange angles The house normally would just straight up but as they made this “cartoonish” in WoW they distorted the house from the sides:

Also it was not super obvious how the walls go. I think they are double sided planes, not actual geometry, at least around the windows for sure. I don’t know how to do that yet. Also as I was studying the structure from all sides, I noticed a few optimizations as well. The geometry was not really obvious, since the texture painting created a lot of “illusion” geometry, it was hard to tell what is shape, and what is texture painting sometimes.

In any case, it was a good exercise and it kept me pumped so I ended u modelling a few more things in Blender:

A signpost:

and a bed scene:

Without texture painting these all look a bit plain, but I think I make good progress in understanding and creating simple models.

I also bought Portia on PS since it was reduced price. I thought it’ll be different but after playing it for a day, I can’t say I’ve seen a more snowflake friendly game in my life. There’s absolutely no conflict in it in a meaningful way. Everyone is nice, the weather is pretty, whatever you are tasked to do is super easy, the whole game feels like a safe place simulator..

Regardless, I bought it because of the art style. It was quite OK, although the lack of texture painting results in a very low quality models some places. I’m positive I could make 60-70% of the models I’ve seen so far. I don’t know about the programming aspect or game systems just talking about models of houses, walls generic objects around the world etc. Some are surprisingly badly made for a fully released product, but it was quite consistent in execution. If nothing else, the game gave some hope that I can make a game one day, since if they could release and sell this quality of assets, it is absolutely doable to make something with similar quality (or better) solo.

The more I dig into game making, the bigger the task seems to be, but so far I’ve not seen anything I couldn’t solve (maybe bunny fur on the “official” blender Udemy tutorial, but that’s useless anyways.). Models can be made with blender. repetition and level design can be learned from WoW, and how they re-use parts of their models and textures to build variety in the scenes without actually making new models. Sound design and music theory can be learned from Udemy tutorials and programs like FL studio or that strange midi generator can make music. Concept art and drawing can be learned, I bought a complete drawing tutorial on Udemy as well. Eventually I will be able to make models, concept art and music. Animation I have a book on that I can read. UE4 I have a complete course as well as an UE RPG course as well. All I need is just the game idea and execution. After seeing some ideas I still have more idea on what I don’t want to do than what I do want to make. I liked the wider game design of Portia, but that conflict-less blank characters are just creeping me out. I liked the huge sunsets and the ancient ruins on the horizon, I like how bright the game is, although it does terribly miss dark areas and creepy, evil places etc. As I played Portia, all I thought was maan, this is TOO cheerful, this is TOO happy. This game is like Stardew Valley on drugs for overly sensitive people. For those who cannot deal with conflicts so they need their game too to be without real confrontation. Portia surely doesn’t follow the typical “Hero’s journey” since there’s nothing heroic in it. nothing to overcome or learn from, nothing to challenge. FFS the first dungeon doesn’t even have enemies and the game is proudly presenting it as a safe place to explore. I expected some reaction from the bus driver when I started axing the rainbow lamas everyone was just watching cheerfully as those nightmare monsters went off with a puff and dropping a nicely folded leather.

I definitely don’t want to do that. I want extraordinary creatures like in FF and PoGo, I’ll probably want companions like pets etc.

About what the game would be.. Probably a journey with many easter eggs and side quests. Something where decisions shape a world state, Regions are similar size as WoW areas with similarly packed with small towns, areas of interest etc. Something that can be explored, and quests would lead to the next areas. Player can choose where to go from similarly hard areas.

I do want some form of building in the game and regarding that I had the idea of a player building their house, either as freeform building like in Conan exiles or upgrade it and have fixed attachments added to it like Skyrim or WoW garrisons. I can restrict the building area in each region and the player can cast a spell to “pick up” their house and move it to the next area or build more and travel between them. Like in NMS. NMS building system is good, just the building pieces are not good enough.. All the buildings look like cubes.

Both building systems (upgrade with fix pieces or free building from parts) have its charms. Pre-made parts probably easier to make. I potentially would like to end up with a “howl’s moving castle like monstrosity where towers and planks are sticking out. The pre-made and upgrade system can also be combined with shelves and furniture so people can customize it. I do enjoy free building better though, free building is one of the cornerstones of Conan exiles, without it I’d probably not played it for this long. The idea that you can just set up shop anywhere on the gigantic map and build a massive base, castle, whatever you want is pure imagination. You see a place or a cliff side and you have an idea what could look good there. Or you just settle on a random place and follow along what the world gives you, build inside a cliff side, or set walls along the vulnerable openings. You can climb a mountain to get a good vista or a cool sunset and start building there. Originally I wanted something like that, but I admit I have no idea how to make it work well. It works for Conan because it barely has a story. remove the bracelet, fill the shopping list and no ending.

The problem with Conan’s ending is that it’s non-existent and I realize now that it was a conscious choice. During my first play-though I thought it makes no sense to remove the bracelet. By the time you can do it you are king of the world, you have a palace, you have an army of thralls, you have many beasts following you, you own an oasis, you conquered all bosses and enemies in the game. And you cannot die. Why would you want to remove the bracelet and become mortal again and walk into the desert? So it makes sense that the developers don’t want you to finish the game. 80% of Conan exiles is building. it’s not about finishing the story. This is a strange relationship between what the game tells you and what it is actively trying to force you to do. By story they want you to remove the bracelet, but every game elements wants you to stay and keep building on new locations. Conan exiles still pulls me back occasionally just purely to build and make a new base. There’s nothing in terms of story in the game for me, I’ve seen every corner of it, yet when new building pieces came out, I feel encouraged to go back and build a new base because  of the free form building.

Things that can make a game infinite:

- Random levels to play on (Diablo’s Rifts)

- Free building where you can build any house you want (Conan exiles)

- Character customization (Maple story 2)

- Free form crafting (Paper life)

The problem with these is the more random a game gets, the harder it is to write a consistent and freely explorable story to it. The more random the game is, the more possibilities are for the player to miss / skip story either by accident or by simply going towards something that is more interesting on the map. You can either write a main story arc or small hubs with mini stories perhaps? Maybe you can have mandatory quests and optional quests as in other games.

What I aimed for at the very beginning was 2 states for each areas. For example you have a woodland forest, and depending on your actions it will be a trade hub because you made it safe or a bandit hub if you selected certain choices. This can result a “World state” that can be used for New Game +. You go through the game, make your choices, and that results a world that has less or more problems. When you finish, you have the choice to restart, but the world is in the state you left it. If you left the woodland that became a trade hub, in NG+ you find a rich area that have a set of problems coming from being rich (eg attacked by bandits). If you left the area in the main play through as a bandit hub, you have quests to liberate it or profit off it etc. Liberating the bandit hub results a trade hub, neglecting or exploiting a trade hub results a bandit hub. If all areas have 2 states, you can play through the game at least 2 times.  

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Love Doesn’t Discriminate (Part II)

Word Count: 4329

Authors Note: So this is part two of our collab Beauty and the Beast AU, Lin x Reader fic. We’re very excited to be sharing this part with everyone and we hope that you enjoy it.

Part I

“Goodbye, Papa! Good Luck!”

You yelled after your father as he and his invention traveled to the fair, which you were sure would make him the world-famous inventor that he wanted to be.

“Goodbye (Y/N), and take care while I’m gone!” Jefferson yelled as he steered Icarus and the cart away from the house.

Normally the route to the fair was long and tedious, just barely interesting enough that he didn’t fall asleep at the reins. But he was alone this trip, with just Icarus to keep him company. So when he found what he thought to be a shortcut to get there faster, he took it, despite Icarus protesting the entire way.

A sudden movement in the woods beyond the small gravel path caused Icarus to back up, his eyes wide and scared. At the sudden wolf howl, the back of the cart rammed into a hollow tree, and the bats residing within took flight obscuring Jefferson’s vision as he encouraged the horse to go.

Icarus responded in kind, dashing away from the shortcut Jefferson had insisted he take. The ground rushed by under his hooves as he attempted to get away from the howls of the wolves. The bats continued to block the horse’s sight until all of a sudden there wasn’t ground under Icarus’ front hooves anymore. He threw himself backward, Jefferson being bucked from his back in an instant.

As he picked himself up from the ground, he noticed Icarus and the cart with his invention racing away and his heart stopped. He’d have to travel back through the dangerous forest to get to any of the nearby towns, and his only hope was that Icarus would head back home and you would figure out what happened to him.

He dusted himself off and picked up his hat that had fallen off at the same time that he had before venturing back inside. His heart pounding in his chest, he observed everything, the sound of twigs snapping beneath his feet, to the distant howls of the wolves in the distance. Every time a shadow flickered across his vision, he would freeze in terror, clutching his hat to his chest.

All of a sudden there was a rush of movement around him, and he took off down the path running deeper into the forest batting branches and foliage away from his face. He hesitated a moment when he noticed the only way across a ravine was a log precariously balanced on the two sides. Seeing that the wolves were almost biting at his heels he decided to take the risk, but almost immediately regretted it when as soon as he got over the ravine he tripped and tumbled down the hill.

In the instant that he had tripped he had thought his life was over that he’d never see you again. But as he noticed the large wrought iron gate, he began to wonder if him falling down the hill had been his salvation.

He closed the gate just in time; just seconds later he’d be meat in the wolves’ bellies. He watched them prowl around the outside of the gate before deciding he wasn’t worth their time and turning to run back into the forest.

He rose from the ground favoring his left ankle that he had hurt during the fall and stared at his surroundings in awe. Looming in front of him was a huge castle, the darkness of the night making the white stone of the castle in the daytime, dark and gloomy, and the gargoyles that may have been peaceful were dark and threatening.

But yet he continued to draw closer to the front doors, a voice telling him that if he didn’t take shelter that he was likely to freeze to death in the blistering cold that he had been able to ignore until that point. And when he stood before the great wooden doors, hand hesitating before pushing one of them open, he was surprised to find them unlocked like whoever or whatever was living in the castle had been expecting him.

The great hall was massive, a large staircase at one end of the room splitting off into two to head to separate wings. On either side, gargoyles that glared and snarled at him sat in their nooks, and a lone piano sat abandoned in the corner.

“Hello? Is anybody home?”

The only object other than the piano that the man could see was an extremely ornate clock that was about the size that he was.

“This is incredible,” Jefferson muttered, walking around the clock, inspecting the mechanics of the object, his hands grazing the exterior.

“If you’d kindly watch where you place your hands, thank you.” The sudden voice made him jump and look around the room for the owner.

“I’m not over there,” whoever it was said with a sigh as if they couldn’t believe that Jefferson was still looking for him. “I’m right here.”

Suddenly the clock began to move, separating the base to form legs and arms, while the face of the clock seemed to form a face.

“My name is Leslie,” the man-clock said before bowing, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“You can talk?” Jefferson leapt back in surprise, pulling his hands away.

“Of course I can? What else would you expect from a clock as ornate as I?”

“You really shouldn’t scare people, Leslie, in most places it’s considered rude.”

A voice came out of nowhere, and when no one appeared, he attempted to find the source of the foreign nose. He had narrowed it down to one of the dark corners of the great hall.

“Who’s there?” Jefferson asked his voice trembling in fear.

“Do not fear, it’s just me,” There was a flash of light, and suddenly the whole room was lit in a warm yellow glow. The speaker stepped out of the corner of the room, and Jefferson gasped. Whoever it was was around waist-height, and his arms and face were lit in the same soft glow that filled the room. The man was a candelabra, Jefferson realized.

“Let’s get you out of the cold,” the strange candelabra-man spoke and guided him gently through the castle to a large chair in front of a fireplace. In an instant, there was a flurry of movement. What looked like a coat rack wrapped a soft blanket around his shoulders, while an ottoman seemed to scurry under his feet.

Just as he was starting to get warm in front of the large fireplace a mug that was speaking to him in his hand. He must be going crazy. Objects can’t be alive.

The sound of something large on the stairs caused the ottoman to scurry back against the chair, and the audience around him seemed to dissipate into thin air, a sudden roar causing him to tremble in fear.

“Please Master, he’s only getting warm,” Leslie said as he hurried toward the sound. “It isn’t his fault we let him in.”

“Nobody shall see me like this; I thought I made that perfectly clear.”

“Daveed, what a pleasant surprise.”

You watched helplessly as he strode through the doorway, glancing around with an air of disgust at your humble home. Knowing you had no chance of politely turning him away, you closed the door behind him, trying not to stare at the little crowd that had gathered just within the tree line; presumably, they thought they were out of your sight but were exceedingly obvious to you. Daveed spun to face you just as you were turning away from the door.

“Isn’t it, though? I’m just full of surprises, (Y/N).”

He gave you a dashing grin, haughtily looking over your body. All you noticed about it was the way his eyes stopped roaming as they landed on your breasts. You crossed your arms across your chest and attempted not to look entirely hateful as you raised your eyes to him.

“Imagine that,” you responded, your voice dripping with sarcasm. He took a predatory step towards you, causing you to take a step back. You inwardly groaned as you felt your back hit the door. You were trapped inside your own home. “Is there anything I can do for you, Daveed? I was in the middle of-”

“Yes, of course. I have a proposition for you, (Y/N).”

His voice cuts you off mid-sentence as he took another step forward. His hand rose up as he leaned in closer, supporting his bulk against the solid wood of the door. You were pressed as close as you could manage to it, trying to escape his very presence.

“Do you have any idea how lucky you are to be in these shoes?”

You looked into his brown eyes, mere inches from your own. Although he hid behind the façade of a blithering idiot most of the time, you could see just how cold and calculating he truly was. His eyes showed only a single emotion, one that had you nearly quaking in your shoes at its intensity. Lust.

“I do assume you’re about to enlighten me.” While you were trying to keep yourself confident, your control over the situation was clearly portrayed by the crack of your voice as you spoke.

“This is the day I’ll make all your dreams come true,” he stated, leaning ever closer while his eyes flicked down to your lips.

“And what do you presume to know about my dreams?”

“I know I am every girl’s dream.”

You had to hold yourself back from scoffing at him to his face. Perhaps the young girls of the village had such dreams, but you most certainly did not. You did not get the chance to reply as he continued.

“Say you’ll marry me, (Y/N). We could have a good life together, you and I.”

Daveed finally pushed himself away from the door, strutting over to the arm chair you had been occupying before his arrival. He plopped down into it and propped his feet up on the table just in front of it. Mud dripped steadily off his boots, soaking into the papers that had been spread out there. You followed after him, standing just outside of his sight line behind the chair.

“Just imagine it, (Y/N). Me just back from a hunt, a perfect goose roasting over our fire. Our boys playing on the rug with the dogs. And you, in my lap of course, perfectly comfortable and content. What wouldn’t a girl do for a chance at such a life?”

You stood silently while your eyes rolled at his theatrics. You were pondering his sanity at his consistent pursuit of you, one of the few women in the village who had no interest in him whatsoever. After only a minutes quiet, his feet came off the table as he sat up. His head turned to you, one eyebrow raised expectantly as he awaited your affirmation.

“I just can’t picture it as well,” you finally stated, firmly denying his request. He stood at this, eyes dulling as he began to grow angry. You scrambled for an easy response to placate him until you could get him out of your house. “I just… don’t deserve a man such as yourself!”

“Why of course you do,” he whispered. His voice was quiet, his tone icy. He began to walk towards you again, and you once again backed yourself into the door. “Perhaps you should leave it up to me to decide who you deserve.”

“I could never.” You had to hold yourself back from screaming obscenities at his rude and forward behavior. Your hand was fumbling for the doorknob, hoping he was too distracted to notice. “I’ll make my own decisions concerning such matters.”

“Well, perhaps you should reconsider. We could make an excellent-”

The rest of his words were caught off as you finally found the knob, wrenching the door open and ducking under his arm. You watched him tumble down the steps and into the small pond of mud that lay just beyond before shoving the door shut. It slammed with a satisfactory bang, and you quickly turned the lock before he could recover himself enough to return. You sprinted up the stairs and huddled behind the curtains of your bedroom window to watch his reaction.

Daveed tore himself out of the mud as Okieriete rushed over to him. Pulling his deep red jacket tighter around himself, Daveed snarled at his friend as he approached.

“So, it went well?”

Stomping out of the mud, Daveed stormed past the shorter man, engulfed in his fury. Scrambling to catch up with him, Okieriete took his arm, pulling him to a stop just outside the line of trees where the villagers had gathered to celebrate.

“Daveed,” he insisted, “this won’t be the end of the world. Perhaps you can find another girl.”

“No,” hissed Daveed, tugging his arm away from his friend. “I deserve a woman of her beauty as my bride. No girl in this town can hold a candle to (Y/N). I will have her for my wife!”

With that, he marched past the flustered villagers, leaving the fuming Okieriete in his wake. Deciding he should be making some attempt to calm his friend, the man raced after him.

You watched the whole exchange from your hidden spot in the window, standing long enough to watch the disgruntled villagers begin to disperse. You yanked the curtains shut before turning away from the sight.

“Of all the women in the village,” you bemoaned aloud, pacing back and forth across the floor. “Why did the brute imbecile have to choose me?”

Once you had finished your pacing, you crept back down the stairs and over to one of the windows by the door. Peeking out from the side of the curtain, you were satisfied to notice that all of the people who had been gathered had returned to the village. Slipping your cape around your shoulders to protect against the chill of the fast-approaching night, you opened the door again and stepped out. You were careful to avoid the mud that Daveed had fallen into along with the tracks he had left upon his departure as you headed around the side of the house, picking up the feed for your chickens as you stepped into their pen.

“Madame Diggs,” you hissed to yourself, bending down in the garden after having fed the chickens. “His little wife. As if I would ever even consider it!”

You were just collecting a few of the ripened vegetables when the frightened whinny of a startled horse reached your ears. You stood up, brushing the dirt off your dress as you walked around the side of the cottage. Your garden was forgotten entirely as you saw Icarus galloping over the crest of the hill, heading straight for you.

“Icarus,” you yelped in surprise as he reached you. You grabbed his reins and ran a hand down his neck trying to comfort him. He was nearly shaking, his head whipping side to side as though he was searching for danger.

“What happened boy,” you murmured to him. Then a sudden realization hit you, and your blood ran cold as a sense of dread came over you. “Where’s Papa?”

Icarus bucked against your hold on the reins as he turned his head again. If you hadn’t known any better, you would think he was pointing you towards your father, and wherever he had been left. You rubbed his muzzle as he looked back at you.

“Where’s Papa,” you repeated, even knowing he didn’t understand you. “Come on, Icarus, you have to take me to him!”

You tossed the reins over his head and climbed into the saddle still latched to his back. You urged him forward, turning him around as he started to gallop back the way he had come.

It was just growing dark as you sped through the depths of the woods. You could see the yellow glow of eyes in the trees as you rode past, and the chill of the wind as it tore last you had you pulling your cape closer to you with your free hand. The other hand clutched the reins tightly as you bounced in the saddle.

You rode for a long while before Icarus finally slowed, pacing slowly up to a massive iron gate. You stared up at it, craning your neck to see the large spikes at the very top. Swinging one leg over the edge of the saddle, you slid into the ground and approached the gate warily, the horse’s reins still dangling from your hand.

You stretched your free hand out to it, barely touching the metal before you pulled your hand back with a hiss. Despite the air around just barely holding a chill in the unseasonable warmth of autumn, the gate was freezing to your touch. Covering your hand with your cape, you shoved the gate open and led Icarus inside its borders.

You walked all the way up to the tall wooden doors, surprised to find them hanging slightly ajar. Your head turned slightly as you let go of Icarus’s reins before going up the stone steps and slipping inside the castle. You looked around the great hall as you stepped inside, your mouth hanging open as you took it all in. You forced yourself to focus as you began to look around the room a second time, searching specifically for your father.

“Papa,” you called timidly. “Are you in here?”

You were just venturing further into the hall when you were startled by the door slamming shut behind you. In an instant, you had turned around completely, your hand covering your mouth in a poor attempt to dull the sound of your gasp. You were shocked to find there was no one standing there; the icy claws of fear slithered up your spine and across your shoulders at the thought of the door closing itself. Was this castle haunted by some invisible creature?

A clattering behind you caught your attention, causing you to spin around again. While there was again, no one there, you noticed a faint glimmer of light shining through the doorway set in between the grand staircases. Hoping that you had finally found a person who could lead you to your father, you called out to it.

“Hello? Can you help me? I’ve come to find my father!”

You began to sprint towards the doorway as the light disappeared upward. Upon crossing the threshold, you realized that it led to a spiral staircase. You could no longer see any of the light, something you presumed to be radiating from a torch carried by whoever was roaming the castle. Against your better judgment, you began to climb.

“Wait, please! I just want to find my father! Come back!”

As you continued your ascent upwards, you noticed the landings placed periodically throughout the tower. The short landings gave way to tiny cells, marked by signature iron bars and a hefty lock on each. There was barely enough room to sit down in them, and you shivered at the thought of being stuck within them. You tried to push the thought aside as you kept trekking up the stairs.

When you finally reached the top, you noticed that the room had plummeted into darkness, with only a small sliver of moonlight penetrating its depths as it flitted in from the small window on the adjacent wall. There was no sign of the light you had followed up here. You could feel the sharp prick of tears forming behind your eyes as you processed your defeat.

“Please,” you called desperately, “where are you? I need to find my father!”

“(Y/N)?”

Your head turned sharply at the sound of your father’s voice. You rushed across the room, through the patch of moonlight, to what you discovered was another cell tucked into an alcove opposite the stairway. Your heart tightened as you noticed that it was just barely larger than the ones you had passed on your journey up here. Your eyes scanned the darkness, trying to make out the shape of your father’s body in the faint light.

“Papa! What happened? How did you get here?”

You kneeled down as his hand reached out towards you through the bars of his cell. You grasped it tightly in yours, terrified by the cold that had taken over his skin. You could hear him coughing as he tried to speak until his voice finally piped up.

“(Y/N), there’s no time to explain! You must leave here immediately!”

“We will leave, together. I’ll find a way to break the lock. But who did this to you?”

“It doesn’t matter now; you must go!”

“Not without you!”

“(Y/N), please-”

The rest of his words were lost in the sound of a tremendous roar.

You were shaking as you turned your head, glancing over your shoulder to find the source of the voice. You couldn’t see anything in the darkness, your eyes straining to provide you with a view.  

“Papa,” you whimpered, the sound of heavy footsteps causing you to try and imagine the creature that those footsteps must belong to. They were coming closer, and your mind began picturing everything from a giant to a hideous beast that was keeping your papa just to eat him for dinner.

“What are you doing in this castle?”

An earth-shattering roar thundered behind you, and you whirled around clutching the fastening of your cape to your chest. And you moved, so you were standing in front of your father, hoping to keep him out of harm’s way.

Noticing your father out of the corner of your eye, you knew you had to do whatever you could to stop him from being hurt.

“Please don’t hurt him,” you begged, “I’ll do anything you want just don’t hurt him.”

“He is a trespasser in this castle, and he will die in this cell, and unless you are willing to serve a similar fate, I’d like to suggest you leave.”

“No, please, I’ll do anything. I’ll stay here in his place.” You didn’t have a life in the village; you were replaceable. Your father, however, was much more important than you were, at least in your mind. He was an inventor. If he was stuck in here, he wouldn’t be able to innovate and help the other people in the village.

You could see that your statement of staying in your father’s place had caused thoughts to go roaring through his head, but you weren’t sure of what exactly.

“Your father’s life for yours. If you think that both of you will  somehow be able to get past my guards and I you will be sorely mistaken, and if somehow you still attempt to escape neither of you will see the light of day ever again.”

The beast pressed down on the lever to lift the door separating you and your father, and you reached for him as soon as it was out of your way.

“Y/N you don’t have to do this,” he whispered into your ear. “I can take care of myself.”

“Papa,” you sobbed into his shoulder, not wanting to let go.  Suddenly there was the feeling of a massive paw on your shoulder, and you knew your time with him was over. You stepped back into the cell, and the heavy door clicked close between you.

“No! Please! My daughter! Y/N!” Jefferson screamed as he was steered down the stairway and you could hear his cries for what felt like forever, but when they stopped, you realized how truly alone you were. No one around to hear you cry.

“Your highness you really should have been nicer to her. She is going to be living here for a very long time, and the least you could do is give her a room instead of a cell.” Chris muttered later, waving one of his candle hands around, the wick of which occasionally caught fire casting long shadows against the walls for minutes at a time.

“Why should I care about her well-being,” the beast muttered, “it is no fault of mine that she finds herself here.”

“Yes your highness, but the only way to break the curse is by a woman falling in love with you, and I don’t know about you Prince, but she is the only woman I have seen around.”

“Fine,” The beast conceded dragging one long paw down his face. “I will show her to her room when I feel like she fully understands the consequences of her taking her father’s place.”

“This will be your room while you stay here.”

The prince’s voice was cold and commanding as he stepped aside, allowing you access to the chamber beyond. You took a cautious step past him, barely crossing the threshold when the door closed behind you. In the corridor, you heard the hushed murmurs of the prince and his advisors; you tried to focus on their words, but they were lost behind the stone walls.

“You will join me for dinner,” the prince declared angrily. “That is not a request!”

You listened to him stride off, his advisors with him, before collapsing onto the bed. Tears began to flow freely from your eyes as the sorrow of the evening’s events caught up with you. You laid there for a moment before a voice piped up, catching your attention.

“I’m terribly sorry about him, dear. He has quite the temper.”

Your head lifted from the blanket, searching for the source of the voice. You were surprised when it spoke up again, allowing you to narrow your search down to the wardrobe that stood across from the bed.

“You’re alive too,” you stuttered, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“Yes, of course. Most things in this castle are.”

“I’m starting to realize that…”

Authors’ Note: Come tell us what you think about this part of LDD. We love feedback.

With much love,

Zoe and Cass

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[amicicidalgambler]

Equiusona: The Contextening

violin (violin): he's asking vriska to play https://trolljacksparrow.tumblr.com/post/158809245829/new-idea-hell-chess hell chess with him

(ctc) the nyandertaker: oh my god shes. slightly surprised honestly but accepts

violin (violin): why is she surprised omg

(ctc) the nyandertaker: i mean. it says straight up the basics are the same so the options are 1) nadaya does not know the basics of chess but thinks vriska does 2) nadaya does not know the basics of chess and knows she doesn't really either, and thinks that would improve the experience 3) somewhere down the line nadaya got told more about chess than she did

violin (violin): 1 with maybe a bit of 2, he hopes she doesn't know either but he brought a bag of a bunch of chess pieces so they can draw from it to get a random assortment and that sounds incredible to him Also you can throw the chess piece at the opponent??? What's not to love

(ctc) the nyandertaker: vriska definitely does not know chess but she does like chance based games and throwing small objects at people

violin (violin): exactly

(ctc) the nyandertaker: i hope youre ready to get hit square between the eyes with a pawn nadaya

violin (violin): "nadaya how is your face so bruised" "chess" he is throwing pawns back at her - in fact, thats what he does when vriska is a turn away from eating them

(ctc) the nyandertaker: nadaya..... neither of them win, they just run out of pieces to throw

violin (violin): FUCK YEAH... Nadaya, upon drawing 4 knights: I have a cavalry :D bc they look like horses...

(ctc) the nyandertaker: oh no that's cute

violin (violin): they're ridiculous nadaya would be equally happy if any of them won he names his queen vriska

(ctc) the nyandertaker: "8eing adora8le is cheating when I have to throw things at you."

violin (violin): "pirate"

(ctc) the nyandertaker: and just like that now she Has to win she is going to abuse the fuck out of the "if you look away from the board your turn ends" rule and nadayas attention span

violin (violin): f u c k he starts wearing sunglasses so she can't tell if he looked away

(ctc) the nyandertaker: she will steal them don't test her

violin (violin): LOL

(ctc) the nyandertaker: theres a line and shes drawing it right there

violin (violin): he bats off her hand

(ctc) the nyandertaker: look nadaya you can either take off the sunglasses or suffer her progressively trying more obnoxious ways to get them off

violin (violin): now its a challenge

(ctc) the nyandertaker: hell chess has been paused for an Extreme Sunglasses Fight

violin (violin): FUCK he throws streamers on her to distract her

(ctc) the nyandertaker: see, that mightve worked earlier, but now that hes activated her trap card: motivated by spite she has to take it as unflinchingly as possible while maintaining eye contact

violin (violin): Oh. My god. He starts filming it

(ctc) the nyandertaker: she is not going to waver she is going to take those goddamn sunglasses off and hes never getting them back

violin (violin): I'm whEEZING WHAT IF HE GETS SUNGLASSES WITH GOOGLY EYES WHAT THEN

(ctc) the nyandertaker: OKAY SHES LAUGHING BUT SHES STILL MAD SHE SWEARS GODDAMMIT NADAYA

violin (violin): FUCK he has the most shiteating grin

(ctc) the nyandertaker: did he know that he is actually the Most Terri8le

violin (violin): yeeeeeeees ://)c

(ctc) the nyandertaker: at this point she is walking over to the other side of the table and trying to snatch them off all while dramatically going on about how hes made her have NO OTHER CHOICE but to come ALL THE WAY OVER HERE

violin (violin): FU JCKCHZSHAGJAHAHA he tries running to her side of the table to claim her seat

(ctc) the nyandertaker: she stays on his side and takes all his knights she is holding his cavalry hostage

violin (violin): then he is holding her royalty hostage! : O

(ctc) the nyandertaker: WELL HES GOING TO NEED A HORSE TO TAKE THEM ANYWHERE AND GUESS WHAT HE DOESNT HAVE

violin (violin): WHAT IF HE STEALS HER HORSE

(ctc) the nyandertaker: DOES HE REALLY THINK HE COULD CONTROL ONE OF HER CASTLE'S WELL TRAINED HORSES??

violin (violin): OKAY THEN HES KIDNAPPING HER CASTLE (the rook I think) HOWLS MOVING CASTLE BITCH

(ctc) the nyandertaker: BUT HAS HE NOT CONSIDERED HER CASTLE GUARDS???????? ROLL FOR INITIATIVE, 8ITCH

violin (violin): HES KEEPING THE ROYALTY HOSTAGE THEY GOTTA DO WHAT HE SAYS BUT HE PULLS OUT A DIE AND ROLLS FOR INITIATIVE

(ctc) the nyandertaker: i hate these two

violin (violin): m e

(ctc) the nyandertaker: she is. also rolling for initiative though and respecting when her turn is BECAUSE DID HE REALLY THINK SHE MEANT THE GUARDS OVER THERE? NO, SHE MEANT THE GUARDS RIGHT HERE and then throws a knight at his face

violin (violin): fuck IM CRYING

(ctc) the nyandertaker: did he keep recording this...

violin (violin): MAYBE HE FORGOT TO TURN IT OFF HE PROBABLY DID He reaches over to throw his own pawn at her THEYRE RESCUING THE CAVALRY VRISKA

(ctc) the nyandertaker: THESE HORSES ARE HERS AND IT WILL BE N(E)IGH IMPOSSIBLE TO GET THEM BACK

violin (violin): i was thinking of a horse pun and got distracted WHAT IF HE ATTACKQUIUSES HER WITH HER OWN PAWNS? that was terrible but its intended to be

(ctc) the nyandertaker: oh my god

violin (violin): eyebrow waggle they are so fortunate no one is witnessing this

(ctc) the nyandertaker: they really really are

violin (violin): her block doesn't have a camera in it does it?

(ctc) the nyandertaker: im 90% sure it doesn't though nadaya still has whatever hes recording with and. if they were doing this at the base. the walls are notoriously not at all soundproof

violin (violin): OH, MY GOD, THEY ARE doing this at the base I mean bc nad couldn't wait and went immediately Also, he grabs one of her bishops and yells YOUR BISHOP IS DECLARING A HOLY WAR AND SECEDING FROM THE MAIN RELIGION, HES MINE NOW

(ctc) the nyandertaker: what a dweeb, i say, as if that wasn't already obvious she says WELL WHY NOT MAKE IT OFFICIAL THEN and grabs a bishop of his color out of the bag of pieces to throw at him

violin (violin): snrk FU CK He grabs the bishop, replaces it, and starts playing like his bishop is there, by attempting to eat something

(ctc) the nyandertaker: g o d i guess she just has to fucking. reach over and try to counter him.

violin (violin): oh my god that's how they're playing now, from each others seats

(ctc) the nyandertaker: WELL HE HAS HER KING AND QUEEN IF SHE LETS HIM BACK OVER TO HIS SIDE SHE CANT WIN

violin (violin): HELL TRADE THEM FOR HIS HORSES

(ctc) the nyandertaker: now see, that's a fair deal nad, but how can she trust him at this point to not make off with both her royalty and the horses

violin (violin): what if they just throw their hostages at each other

(ctc) the nyandertaker: fuck

violin (violin): ITS IN THE SPIRIT OF THE GAME

(ctc) the nyandertaker: IT IS so now they just. synchronized throw their hostages at each other and try to catch them

violin (violin): Y ES

(ctc) the nyandertaker: and then both go back to their own seats and resume Hell Chess

violin (violin): Y es he still has the sunglasses tho HA

(ctc) the nyandertaker: what sunglasses there are no sunglasses she refuses to acknowledge them

violin (violin): he shakes his head so the googly eyes move

(ctc) the nyandertaker: she just cant see what hes doing, such a shame

violin (violin): he, while staring at the board, makes little sunglasses out of cut paper for one of his hORSES

(ctc) the nyandertaker: "Equius is not a valid part of the canon chess universe."

violin (violin): ".....heckuius."

(ctc) the nyandertaker: god...

violin (violin): im dying

(ctc) the nyandertaker: again, neither of them is going to win, theyre just going to run out of pieces to throw or get tired of playing

violin (violin): y es they're just gonna be lile *like "who won?" "entropy"

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