#how do you like this semp

[lola-legendary]

HEADCANON SPAM TIME

@bronte-deserves-better i have a gift for you

storytime

Trans bronte, fuck yeah.

Second youngest child but most mature.

Me: How much abuse you want? Brain: y e s

3 older sisters, one younger brother. Don’t want to steal Pyren Bros so no. 

j a p a n e s e b r o n t e

Oldest sister named Nakano, meaning warrior. Died in a war.

Second sister named Shion, meaning princess. Not going to tell you how she died yet.

Third oldest named Tori (cant read this name without thinking of tommyinnit anymore), meaning bird. Also not going to tell you how she died.

Fourth is our boi. Originally named Nariko, also meaning thunder. Eventually changed his name to the one he uses now due to the same meaning.

Youngest bro called Homura meaning... hol up. (googles it) fire. Again, not gonna tell you how he died! Haha! 

I’m gonna tell you now. Read this short fic.

Nariko shrieked. Flames engulfed the house, trapping god-knows-howmany of her siblings inside. Flames... fire... Homura! Did he set the blaze? 

Nakano tugged on her arm. ‘Riko! We gotta get out of here!’

‘But the others!’ Nariko fought against her sister, but she was no match for the warrior. 

Nariko heard Tori yelling for everyone to run, the hydroknetic was trying her best to hold back the flames. Shion’s shadow seated against the window, facing the window. She’d accepted her fate to the heat and smoke.

Homura was jumping out of a window. He would have made it to them safely, but a gust of hot wind threw both girls to the ground, and Homura back into the fire.

‘NO! BROTHER!’ Nariko screamed, grief-broken. Nakano tugged at her again, but this time it was more of a suggestion. 

Nariko could only watch as the flames swallowed up her older sisters, her younger brother, her parents and everything she’d cared about.

Sorry about that. I’m not a good angst writer.

Anyways. Bronte, or Nariko also had abusive parents, both were shades and could control shadowflux. The reason is because of a genetic mutation, Bronte ended up with congenital heterochromic eyes, gray-blue and green respectively. This in fact ties into canon with Umber being Bronte’s mom. Here’s another snippet.

‘Useless.’ A kick landed on the girl’s back. ‘Weak. Pathetic’. 

Nariko remained silent, knowing that being seen and not heard was the best response here. 

‘You’re a freak,’ Lady Hotaru spat at her daughter. ‘Nobody cares about you. You don’t belong here.’

She landed another kick before walking away. ‘I’m not done with you yet.’

‘I know,’ Nariko whispered, tears filling her eyes. 

Her mother didn’t care about her. She knew that. No one would love a freak.

Her mother wasn’t wrong.

So why did it hurt so much?

Haha, I can’t write angst.

So yeah. That’s all I got.

Oh yeah, Bronte thinks he’s the root to the world’s problems because projection self-esteem issues and being brainwashed.

#and he is sad #all the time #like me #tw angst #tw abuse #tw death #tw dead people #tw child abuse #tw abandonment #tw depressing thoughts #tw self-esteem issues #my sleep schedule is screwed #like my life #how do you like this semp #i cant make up names

[sethdomain]

I miss 2018-2020 mcyt era

#ignorelist #it was very quiet #very enjoyable even #the only thing i dont like about the fandom is how they are now in the front of every fandom eye #i just really miss when they werent so loud #atleast i now can enjoy it a bit lol #i just make my own little bubble now where i’m posting mc yt content #sitting on the corner posting sbi art #twt seem to like it so i keep posting my mc yt stuff there #im not posting it on ig thats only for other stuff lol #you know funny fact i ironically havent watch any desempe vod or lore in like 9 months? #i dont have the energy to do it #i just recycle my knowledge i still attaint lol #or watch as people liveblogging n shit #i just cant seem to enjy de sempe anymore it just doesnt have the same charm ynow #but i rllt wnjoy o sempe stream and #… s-s- sebiy russ 💔 #waiting 100 fucking year for that to be streamed again #im in denial #it will be streamed again you guys #will said it #😭😭i miss that russ server #it was so good why did they stop #ok but i like the current state of fandom there are many cool content now #but but #i just rlly miss when every single person on the internet doesnt give a shit about it #like i need all the people in the internet to revert back to when they dont gave a shit about smp #it will be a personal heaven for me #god i remember mincft mondy that shit was wild #too bad the fucking host was fucking cumstar

[maefart06]

Emily Schaaf

Date:10/19/21

Coach.Branch 

  Growning up I’ve realizesd that I am fragile,i break very easily.I’ve have broken my bones multiple of times,that Ive been in and out of doctors offices and also hospitals too.Sometimes I tell myself and wish to that why do I have to be so fraigle or why am I breakable.

   One day Me and my sister Megan went to the schools to go an physical for athleicis and for all of the sports we wanted to play.Well when we did everything for the physical and paperwork for sports,our results came back and something was bad and wrong with my results.When Doc. from the High School called and told my mom and said that it was first Megan but then he called back and truly it was about my paperwork and everything.What was my results was that I have had W.P.W. it has something to do in your heart.Your heart can control and do a lot of stops and goes in and to your body.My heart issue stop me from doing a lot of things that i loved and dreamed of doing in my future,my life.And playing sports were part of the things that my heart condition that i had and got until i had got surgery on semp.( of 2019 but i still cant play or do a lot of things that i want and i still hope and dream to do but thats it life.Life is so amazing for me to manage the spots that i wanted to play and be in so i manage them and be a great co-coach and be there for the team,the coach and myself and just do what i can and do what i enjoy the most with everyone that i have and everything.

     I still till this day get hurt and injured and everything because of my bones.My family has been there for me through my ups and downs with all of my medical history that i have a big file of paperwork on me because of how many times i’ve been in and out or just to visit real quick for the docs, i am one person that i can say i’ve been through the docs, and hospitals a lot for a surgery,bipsy,and other things too.During my surgery there was actually an 50/50 % that i have could have or could have not have died in it but and thankfuly i didnt die and that i  am still here. Because i know if i have died it  would hurt my family and everything,

      There will always be some things that you can do and some things you wont ever be able to do in life.Like me i cant done sports but I sure can manage them and support the team and everything.And just like theatre i can act and do tech/crew and everything but yes i can act and all but i really cant go on stage really and act,but in do good on acting on of other things and in life too.But right now i know i cant act and i have to actually show and express how im feeling and tell you and me about how i cant do things like how i cant play sports that i love doing and be apart of and with people.And i can keep on going about how i feel and everything about my life of how im fraige and how i cant do a lot of the things i love and do and what i do or anything but i think imma stop it from right here because i dont wanna you know get in to too far about how i can or cant do things and everything about me or whatever so yea.

        Dont ever give up always do and always find new paths and light to and in your life for yourself that you can or either cant do it doesnt matter just find and figure out who you aare and what you can do and stick with that one path in your life that you can enjoy with yourself and with other people too.

[always-and-forever-a-killjoy]

Part 3 of Semp’s Bad Fic About Cherri Cola

Good evening y’all and welcome to the latest episode of 'Semp can't title shit to save his life'! On this episode, he will refer to himself in third person, write about Fun Ghoul, and compose poetry so bad it's a disgrace to Cherri Cola's name. 

I’m sorry for posting twice in one day, but i have absolutely no impulse control and I finished this today so...there you go.

Title: Sofas and Poetry

Wordcount: 1090

Summary: 

Cherri Cola has the unfortunate habit of leaving his poetry lying around Dr. Death Defying's radio station.

Fun Ghoul has the unfortunate habit of being a nosy gremlin

Aka how Fun Ghoul got a lot more than xe bargained for, learned about a war and Cherri Cola's backstory, and continued to be a little shit to Party Poison, feat. my shitty poetry.

Warnings: mentions of death, violence, and war. Nothing is super graphic but let's just say cherri's life has really not been fun. Also lots of swearing but that's a given with me.

Taglist: @sleevesareforlosers @tasteofamnesia (sorry for tagging y’all twice in one day, like I said I have no impulse control)

AO3 link

(Actual fic under cut)

“Give that back!” Cherri Cola called exasperatedly.

Fun Ghoul leapt onto the back of the sofa, out of his reach, still holding the poem. “I want t’ read it! I never get t’ read your poetry!”

“I read poems on the radio at least once a week!”

“Yeah, but only Jet n’ Kobes listen t’ that!”

Cherri sighed. “At least take one of the finished ones.”

“But this one looks neat,” Ghoul protested, still perched precariously on the back of the sofa.

Cherri sighed again. “If you get off D’s sofa, I’ll read you the poem. Whichever one it is.” He didn’t know exactly which of his poems was on the raggedy scrap of paper that Fun Ghoul had managed to steal, but chances were it would be one he was planning to read on the radio anyways.

Ghoul seemed to think for a moment before he hopped off the top of the sofa, tilting xyr head at Cherri as if to say ‘pay up’. “Got off Dr. D’s sofa.”

“I suppose you did,” Cherri sighed, settling himself down on the sofa as Show Pony went skating by, yelling something about “Do y’ think we’ve got the carbons for that?”, presumably to Dr. Death Defying.

Ghoul happily settled next to Cherri, waving to Show Pony before passing Cherri Cola the scrap of paper.

Cherri’s heart plummeted when he recognized the poem on the sheet, but he forged on anyways. A deal was a deal, even if this one was a bit of a heavy topic.

“This one isn’t really finished, just warning you.”

“’S okay.” Xe looked over (and up) at him expectantly, and Cherri took a small breath.

“Right. Uh. Here we go.

Blood on your hands, a final goodbye. You drown in your grief, you scream to the sky. You held onto your pain, your fire, your rage. You cannot escape, your mind is a cage.

The people fell and the bodies rose. The deadly bomb brought the war to a close. Every body once had a beating heart. Every fallen soldier a craft or an art.

You fought a war from pain and grief. You are drowning, searching for relief. The wind whispers and shouts their names, The Phoenix Witch plays her games.

None of them deserved to fall, And in the night you’ll hear them call. They whisper oaths to the ones left behind, You offer quiet promises in kind.”

It wasn’t his best work, not by a long way. The rhymes were clunky and the symbolism obvious. It needed a lot of refining before Cherri would count it as finished, and even then, he doubted it would be his favorite.

But Fun Ghoul looked at the very least intrigued, eyes wide as xe asked Cherri “What does that all mean?”

“It means…” For once, the poet was at a loss for words. “It means that every person deserves to live. Every soul deserves peace. It means that there are no winners in war, only the ones who died and the ones left behind.”

“Oh.” Xe frowned, looking both thoughtful and awfully young. “How d’ you know this stuff, Cola?”

“I’ve seen it.” He debated how much was appropriate to tell a literal teenager, and ultimately decided most of his stories were no worse than what Fun Ghoul would have seen already.

“I’ve watched so, so many people die for no reason. I’ve seen killjoys die for love and their love die a second later. I’ve known parents who gave their lives for a future that their children never even got to have, I’ve heard tales of medics and neutrals who were just trying to help the wounded when they were shot down. I saw the loss of life in the Analog Wars and the years after, and I saw the grief that followed. I knew children who were forced into fighting for Better Living Industries and killjoys who ended up fighting their former friends; I felt the pain and wrote the tales.”

Ghoul stared at him. “Shit, Cola. That’s…”

“I know,” Cherri said quietly. “I’ve seen horrors that I can’t express in any typical way. That’s part of why I write.”

“Shit. That’s- that’s really rough.”

“It’s been a long time.”

It had been, longer than he wanted to think about- or really remembered, for that matter. There had been years where all the days blended together, and who knows how long lost in the haze of addiction and sunlight. It was so easy to lose track of the time when all your effort was focused on getting through each day, and he still vividly remembered the years spent in that state of survival mode. It hadn’t been long enough for any of those memories to start fading away, much as he wished he didn’t carry the pain of his past.

Cherri shook his head, clearing away those thoughts to focus on what Ghoul was saying.

“-an’ can I have some of your destroya-cursed tea? Poison hates it and I want t’ get back at ‘em for that prank they pulled last week.”

He had no idea what prank Poison had pulled last week, but knowing them, it had probably been dastardly. “Alright, you can have some of my very good tea.”

“No offense, but tha’ tea is th’ worst thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“Rude,” Cherri sniffed, but he ruined his own dramatic effect by letting a smile slip. It was impossible to stay mad at any of the Fabulous Four for long, not with their bright smiles and laughter always bringing the room to life, not to mention how truly young they felt compared to him. They were still teenagers after all, no matter how fiercely they fought or how famous their crew.

So he took a bit of the radio station’s precious water supply and threw together some tea, giving it to Fun Ghoul in an old plastic water bottle. “Here you go, trouble.”

Xe grinned. “Thanks, Cola!” He gave Cherri a thumbs-up before running off, presumably to head back to the diner and prank Party Poison.

“Be nice to Poison, okay?” Cherri hollered after xem. “Don’t prank them too much!”

“Will do!” Xe hollered back, not sounding entirely honest.

Cherri shook his head and returned to his poetry, only later realizing that the poem he had shown Fun Ghoul was gone.

Ah well. Sometimes, the young and reckless needed a reminder of what the might face- and what they were fighting for. He hoped his poem would serve that purpose well enough.

#cherri cola #fun ghoul #danger days #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #danger days fic #auri writes #fun ghoul uses xe/xem and he/him #no beta we die like the fab four #auri writes dd

[mermaidmafia-official]

{ PART IV: BLOOD GETS IN YOUR EYE }

taglist: @bebemoon​ @interluxetumbra​ @vampirkaninchen​ @blubbingbeautifully​

shoutout to semp for amare’s lines! <333

[ WHERE THERE’S SMOKE . . . ]

Yinmei was the first to wake.

Fire, she thought, as she jolted out of bed. And then the other scent hit her, overpowering the acrid smell of smoke.

Wolves. But how?

No matter; there was no time. Yinmei scrambled out from between the sheets, pausing only to dig out a satchel filled with spare clothing and glass eyes from the dresser, before racing down the hall in the direction of the stairs, wrenching the others’ doors open as she ran.

“Get up! The house is on fire!” she shouted over her shoulder, not stopping until she reached the banister.

Yinmei’s un-beating heart sank as she took in the sight. Downstairs, flames licked at the newly-refurbished floors and furniture, and it wouldn’t take long for the fire to finish burning through the entire ground floor. After that, it would only be a matter of time before the flames reached the staircase. Smoke was already floating up through the air, drifting in front of the windows (which showed, alarmingly, that the sky was starting to lighten) in a haze of stinging gray.

Yinmei whirled around and headed back in the direction of her room. She could smell the Wolves, waiting outside the front door - restless and hungering for a fight. 

Angelika’s room was closest to the stairs. “What’s happening?” she asked blearily as she joined Yinmei near the bannister, her white-blonde hair loose over her shoulders.

“Wolves set fire to the house,” Yinmei answered tersely. She quickly flicked her gaze down the corridor, mentally tallying up the doors she’d already passed. 

She drew in a breath, ignoring the smell of flames and Wolves alike. “Maddelena, Cyborée, Ysabelle, and Amaelia. They’re on the other side of the house. Make sure they’re awake,” she ordered.

Angelika’s eyes widened, and she was gone in an instant, flying down the hall to rouse the others. 

Yinmei continued back towards her own room. Shoes would be nice - and she needed the rifle.

Yinmei began banging on the doors that were still closed on her way back, and one by one, the other vampires realized what was going on, gathering outside their rooms. “Get to the roof,” Yinmei instructed. “The ground floor’s on fire. Get to the roof!”

The only door on her side of the house that was still closed belonged to Amare. Yinmei frowned, and knocked loudly. “Amare, get up!” she snapped through the wood, impatiently jiggling at the doorknob. “Get up, unless you want to end up burning to death!”

When the door finally opened, it was not Amare herself who stood in the doorway, but her human servant. Yinmei didn’t know her name, and she’d never cared to learn. She pushed past the mortal and into the room itself. “Amare!”

Amare stretched vexingly slowly and got up out of her bed in a languid motion, while her human began to panic as she realized what was going on. Yinmei resisted the urge to rub her temples; she had neither the time nor the patience for either of their unnecessary dramatics.

“Granny please, there is no need for yelling,” said Amare. “Some of us are trying to sleep.”

"The house is on fire, and the Wolves are here,” Yinmei snapped impatiently. “Do you want to be turned into dog food, hmm?”

Amare ignored her. “Where’s Mother?” she asked instead, looking over Yinmei’s shoulder and ignoring the human girl as she hurried about the room - presumably to gather some of Amare’s belongings.

“I sent Angelika to wake her.”

“Perhaps Mother will do us all a favour and leave her little ginger parasite to the flames,” Amare mused dreamily. “It’s the perfect time to let go of that which holds us back.”

Yinmei arched an eyebrow, despite herself. “Yes, well, there’s a thought,” she answered. “Now get on the roof. It won’t be long before the stairs are on fire, too.” 

With her work done, Yinmei moved to slip back out to the hallway and find the others. The hand that Amare put on her arm made her pause, however.

“Granny, take my darling Sabine to the roof with you - you’re far too old and frail to make it through this inferno. I will rouse the others. Mother would never forgive me if I simply let you turn to dust because of a little fire.”

It was Yinmei’s turn to ignore Amare’s comments, but her suggestion...it was true. They needed someone on the roof, to find a way out. They couldn’t travel by shadow, what with dawn being so close, so it would come down to the garage. Yinmei didn’t know if it was on fire or not; she could only hope and pray that the Wolves hadn’t gotten to it yet.

“Alright,” Yinmei said, calmly. “I’ll meet you on the roof. And, Amare-” Yinmei cut off and reached out to gently grasp her shoulder, and she pressed her lips together. “There’s a rifle in my room; it’s in the rosewood chest. You should find the bullets in there too. Bring that with you.”

“Wonderful,” Amare replied, nodding. She leaned over to kiss the human girl - Sabine - tenderly on the forehead before changing shape and flying out into the hallway as a bat.

There was nothing left to do, except to get the hell out of there. “Come here,” Yinmei snapped at the mortal, yanking the curtains back and pushing open the window panes. She flung the girl over her shoulder in one fluid motion and half-climbed, half-levitated out onto the roof, hissing with disgust as the Stench of Wolves assaulted her nostrils. 

Yinmei was on the south roof; from her vantage point, she could see the Wolves crowding near the front door. She grimaced and directed her attention back towards the rooftop, waving the others over as they made their way out of the windows. Yinmei duly ignored Sabine, who was fretting very annoyingly about Amare, clutching Amare’s bag as if her life depended upon it.

With the Wolves below and the fire behind her, Yinmei began to map out their escape. The garage looked like it hadn’t been touched by the fire - so far - and the house would hold up long enough for them to get there. Or so Yinmei hoped, anyway.

The Wolves had noticed her standing among the conical spires that jutted out of the roof and were now circling around the area directly below her, where the ashes from the raging inferno were turning pristine white snow into a grimy gray in the pale blue light of the approaching morning. They jeered up at her, and Yinmei had no choice but to grit her teeth and focus on something else (such as Nessa disappearing around the corner two stories below, presumably toward the garage), her hands itching for the rifle as she briefly fantasized about blowing out some dog-brains.

She was thrown back to reality when small section of the roof gave out, accompanied by alarmed shouts. They didn’t have much time left.

“Get over here!” Yinmei screamed, her voice betraying more of her apprehension than she’d intended. Who were they missing? Where was Angelika - and Ysa?

As if on cue, a gunshot sounded out from the opposite side of the roof. Yinmei breathed out a sigh of relief; that must have been Ysabelle. And a few moments later, Angelika and Amaelia came into view, Amaelia’s bright hair the same shade as the flames licking up the sides of their former home.

“Mother says to - Mother says to get to the garage,” Angelika gasped out. Amaelia was clinging to her arm, frightened out of her mind. “She’ll meet us later.”

Wooden beams groaned and crackled and collapsed, not ten feet away from them. “We have to go,” Yinmei said tightly. “Where the hell is Amare?”

“I don’t know,” replied Angelika, her eyes wild. “I thought she was with you!”

Yinmei pressed her lips together. Thankfully, only a minute or two passed before Amare appeared a short distance away.

“Garage!” Yinmei barked out, and they were on the move.

[ FIRE AND BLOOD ]

It didn’t take long to 1) get to the garage, and 2) for the south roof to completely cave in on itself as the flames devoured the house’s wooden frame. Angelika, Amaelia, Amare, and Sabine crowded into one of the cars with Yinmei, who tore open the door to the driver’s seat and pulled the key out of her satchel. With no time to lose, she turned on the ignition and sped towards the garage opening-

-just as the Wolves began setting fire to the garage, too.

“Get as many as you can,” Yinmei told Amare (who had done as Yinmei had instructed for once in her undeath and brought the rifle. Antique as it was, silver bullets were still silver bullets), her voice tight with tension and her foot poised over the gas pedal. “I’m going to run them down.”

Amare cranked down the window of the passenger side (after Sabine hurriedly showed her how to do it), and Yinmei tightened her grip around the steering wheel as the engine roared to life.

The vampires in the backseat yelped in alarm as they were thrown forward. Yinmei braced herself in between the headrest and the steering wheel and let the car shoot past the flames, swerving over the slippery asphalt. Wolves leapt towards the black car, their claws slicing deep gouges into the sides, and blood splattered across the windshield as a silver bullet hit home. Still - the Wolves who were in human form were advancing frighteningly quickly; too quickly for Amare to take out one-by-one with the rifle.  

“Gather in the Depths!” Ysa’s voice rang out, and Yinmei would have slumped forward with relief if she hadn’t been, you know, careening wildly towards the treeline with the Wolves hot on her heels (literally, as they were setting fire to anything that would burn at this point - including the trees that they were about to crash into).

“Ysabelle!” Yinmei called wildly, sharply jerking the steering wheel to the right so that she could circle back for the Bloodmother, ramming into a Wolf with a satisfying crunch as she did so. The tires screeched and skidded, but Yinmei managed to keep them upright (thank the stars), and moments later, there was a thud on the roof, accompanied by more gunshots.

“Amare, take them out from the backseat,” Yinmei ordered, snapping her wrist and flicking open the door to the passenger side. Ysabelle slipped in, her black dress bloodied and slashed to trailing shreds, and slammed the door shut while firing off another round out the open window. 

Yinmei gritted her teeth, narrowed her eyes, and hit the gas. 

#btr #btr: story #yinmei #yinmei story #blood gets in your eye #btr: blood gets in your eye #btr: yinmei #hope this all looks alright! #sorry it got so long aaaa

[bronte-deserves-better]

Hey folks and welcome back to angst hours with Semp, wherein I break hearts and torture Bronte. And occasionally also Fintan.

ANYHOW

This week we have the first chapter of what I have deemed the ‘Bronte gets captured by the Neverseen’ fic. Lots of pain and angst ahead, everyone! Anyways, I haven’t actually written the proceeding bit yet, so I hope this makes sense. Oh and while this doesn’t technically fit with the Pyren Brothers AU plotline, Fintan and Bronte are brothers.

Title: Forces Stronger Than Evil

Wordcount (so far): 1213

Warnings: a lot of swearing. Implied torture. Generally angsty.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23004208/chapters/55001665

Actual fic (more under the cut):

"He isn't talking."

"Just won't tell us a thing, and my telepathy hasn't been doing much either."

The voices were familiar by now, these Neverseen members who had been tormenting him for the past...however long it had been since his capture. The same boring, scratchy-voiced pyrokinetic and the silky-voiced telepath who had tried to break into his mind a few times. The fool underestimated the strength of an Ancient mind.

Bronte couldn't help but flinch as a new person spoke, the voice terribly, horribly familiar. "Even your telepathy will do nothing against the mind of an Ancient, Gethen. Leave him to me." Fintan.

"But-" The other pyrokinetic, the one with the scratchy voice, protested.

"I said, leave him to me. I know his weaknesses, and talented as you are, you haven't had my many years of practice."

"Yes sir," Both of the usual ones mumbled. Bronte heard the click of the cell door as they left, and then soft footsteps as Fintan approached him.

"Fintan-" He started, already bracing himself for the stinging pain of burns as Fintan leaned close enough that Bronte could feel the warmth of flames.

"Shut the fuck up," Fintan hissed in his ear. "I'm getting you out of here, but you need to stay quiet."

The ropes binding Bronte dropped off his wrists, burned through by Fintan's fire and quickly followed by the ropes around his ankles.

"Can you walk?" Fintan asked softly.

Bronte managed to find the strength to shake his head.

"Shit. Hold on to me and don't let go."

Bronte did as his younger brother asked, hardly daring to believe this could be real as Fintan carried him out of the hideout, hissing curse words under his breath occasionally. Finally, they were outside, and Fintan hissed at him to concentrate as a beam of light swept them both away.

They reformed somewhere cold and windy, and Bronte shivered as Fintan set him down on what felt like stone. He could hear the crashing of waves somewhere nearby as Fintan’s slim fingers unknotted his blindfold. He blinked his eyes open slowly, knowing the light would be jarring after days (weeks? Months?) in darkness. Thankfully, the cave they were in was relatively dim, giving his eyes time to adjust as he focused on the elf next to him.

Fintan looked so much older than even the last time Bronte had seen him, his face weary and scarred. Now more than ever, Bronte could see why people had always said they looked alike. He had never seen it before. Fintan’s face had always seemed more bright and youthful, the flame of his spirit shining through, while Bronte’s was worn and tired even at a young age. Now, they could almost have passed for identical twins if it wasn’t for the difference in hair color. Even Fintan’s sigh as he pulled out a small tin of burn salve from his cloak seemed beaten-down.

“Are you okay?” He asked, not meeting Bronte’s eyes.

“In a lot of pain, but yes.”

Fintan winced and began to apply the salve to the worst of his burns. “I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for. You saved my life.”

“I should have done something sooner. I-I didn’t know they had you, all I knew was that there was an important prisoner.”

It was getting harder to focus through the pain and the cold, but Bronte made an effort anyways. If he could survive however long with the Neverseen and tell them nothing, he could focus on this conversation. “It’s not your fault.”

“It is. It’s all my fault, and I’m sorry.”

Bronte could feel himself slipping away as the cuts and burns all over him throbbed in agony. “I can’t stay- any longer.”

“No. No. You have to stay awake. Please. Stay with me!” Fintan cried.

Bronte’s eyes were sliding towards sleep. “I-I’m sorry…”

“NO. You have to stay awake! Please! You have to live, you bastard. After all the effort I put into rescuing you, you have to live.” Fintan’s voice sounded choked with tears, and Bronte tried his best to reassure the other.

“I’m not dying…I’m just tired, Fintan. Let me rest.”

Fintan’s eyes were filled with fear. “No! You’ll-if you pass out now you’ll stop fighting and I’m going to lose you!”

Bronte did his best to smile. “It’s going to be okay, Fintan.”

The world went dark.

Fintan could only watch in horror as Bronte’s eyes slide shut and he went limp in Fintan��s arms.

“No! No fuck fuck fuck no Bronte wake up please-“ He begged.

Silence.

“Fuck fuck shit please Bronte you can’t- you can’t die you- shithead!” Fintan let his head fall and choked on a small sob. “Fuck.”

Bronte wasn’t going to die. Bronte couldn’t die. Fintan wouldn’t let it happen. He cradled his brother more firmly, and climbed to his feet, still swearing under his breath as he retrieved his pathfinder. There was no doubt as to where he would go, even if it was a terrible decision.

Fintan arrived in Eternalia, and instantly sprinted for Oralie’s castle, pounding on the door as hard as he could. There was no reply, and after a moment he turned to see the the certain flag flying over Tribunal Hall.

“Fuck. Fuck fuck fucking shit.” I guess it’s time to barge into a Tribunal.

He ran for the hall, hardly even feeling the tiredness of his limbs as he held Bronte tightly. It was a matter of seconds to throw the doors open with his mind, and go running into the hall, skidding to a stop in front of the Council.

“What the fuck?”

“Please- I- Bronte is dying. Please save him, you can do whatever you want with me. I’ll turn myself in. Please,” Fintan begged, “Just help him.”

Unsurprisingly, Emery opened his mouth first. “What did you say?”

“He said that he’ll turn himself in, are you deaf?” Clarette demanded.

Emery sputtered as half the Council immediately burst out arguing.

“Please,” Fintan tried again. “He’s hurt! I'll-I’ll tell you how to find and unlock my cache! I- please just - I can't lose him- please help-"

Very surprisingly, Oralie cut off the rest of the Council. “All of you shut up! Do you think we need motivation to help Bronte?” She asked, glowering at Fintan.

“N-“

Oralie cut him off again. "Give him to me. I’ll get him to Elwin.”

Emery sighed. “Oralie we’re in the-“

“My best friend’s life is in danger. I don’t give a single flying fuck, Emery.”

Fintan handed Bronte over with shaking hands, trying not to break down sobbing in front of everyone. Although that might have been moot, given that he had just begged for Bronte’s life. He watched helplessly as Oralie held up a Pathfinder, carrying his brother's limp form.

She glittered away, taking Bronte with her, and Fintan sagged to the ground, sapped of his remaining strength. Bronte would be okay. Bronte would be okay. He repeated that to himself as if it would make those words true.

When the goblins came, Fintan let them take him away with no resistance. All the fight had left him. He had gotten his brother to safety, and that was all that mattered.

Bronte was all that mattered, now.

#pyren brothers AU #Bronte #Councillor Bronte #Fintan pyren #bronte pyren #writing #My writing #KotLC #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc fic #fanfic #angst #councillor Oralie #oralie #chapter two coming soon!

[ayzrules]

quiz - which of my friends’ “oc types” are you?

shoutout to inspo sources: @interluxetumbra @bebemoon @kzombi3 @morningstar1399 @carelessmidnight @now-on-elissastillstands @vampirkaninchen @clarienanaberry @atimefordragons

(i’ve posted this quiz before on tumblr, but i’m posting again bc felt like making edits w one of the inspo source chars for each person lmao. feel free to rb with your own results!)

kzombi oc (sol; rua) - ‘cute. but psycho. but cute.’ rebels most certainly without a cause, except for the thrill of the fight. partiers. very ambiguous moral compass, but willing to follow their own heart.

danielle oc (stasiy; wrc) - bi. gentle, a bit tragic, and a huge softie (sometimes secretly). heart of gold; likes poetry and all the little things that make life sweet. quiet. 

destiny oc (rune; amnd) - a bad bitch through-and-through. impulsive; does what she wants, the consequences be damned, but has a softer side that occasionally shines through.

fanfan oc (neddy; gq) - lovely and ethereal, but lonely. pearls, billowy skirts, and delicate, gem-encrusted circlets. flowy hair, and (usually) an innate connection with the sea. gentle, but more headstrong than you'd expect.

elissa oc (leni; rua) - gay. rebel with (or without) a cause ready to smash the patriarchy. gritty and abrasive, but raw and vulnerable behind the tough exterior.

vampy oc (a collar of spikes; btr) - a bit of a tomboy. very competent; likes chasing thrills, leather jackets, motorbikes. kinda punk rock, ngl.

ara oc (liv; wrc) - reserved, though not always out of shyness. usually very musical, and grapples with self-worth issues. stronger than they think they are.

clara oc (vera; wrc) - rich as fuck; european old money bourgeoisie. a bit spoiled sometimes - she did not live a hard life, before - but a boss bitch through-and-through. kind of a nerd.

semp oc (as; rua) - likes classical literature; studious, hardworking, and steadfast. wants to make her parents proud, but doesn't know how to do it without losing herself in the process.

(which random piece of spanish-language literature that i like are you? edits + quiz: https://ayzrules.tumblr.com/tagged/sp-lit-quiz)

#my art #i have nothing to do all day lmaoooo #havent left my house/backyard in a week #we love coronavirus!!! #wrc #rua #amnd #btr #my stuff

[thewildwaffle]

Cuddly but Dangerous

There was a story I read that helped to inspire this. It was about “human therapy” and the spas and clinics that started popping up after humanity joined the galactic community. Based off a story from @starr-fall-knight-rise​ called Oxytocin. Check it out, it’s great!

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“And you’re sure you used enough tranquilizers?” Gnet prodded the massive alien form cautiously with the butt of his blaster.

“Listen, we hit that thing with at least three shots between all of us, it’s down and it’s going to stay down for a looooong time,” Wrun hardly looked up as she helped the others pack up and stow the hunting equipment. Many hands make light work, and soon all five of them stood surrounding and admiring their quarry - a human.

It was rare to see humans out this far from their home solar system, unless of course they were part of a crew or expedition. But they’d found one on its own. They’d picked up on their ships signal, tracing it back to this planet, studied it's movements and finally, today, they had struck. As the human phrase goes, they'd struck gold.

Humans had been introduced to the Galactic community several standard solar orbits ago, and while they'd become part of the Galactic Alliance, there were still many planets full of races clamoring for access to them. Human-mania was a real thing. Everything about them was in high demand - their music, stories, technology, toys, artifacts, anything! Including humans themselves.

Was what they were doing illegal? Well, Gnet figured that depended on who you asked. And if you asked him, it was only illegal if they got caught.

“Hey Gnet! Take my picture with them?” Fent, the youngest on their crew, tossed him a field comm kit. It was equipped with a camera, among many other useful tools. Gnett caught it and huffed his displeasure. Fent had crouched down next to the human and was trying to move its long arms. “Do you think you can get a shot of me where I look like they're holding me? That would be hilarious!”

“No,” Gnet cut them off, passing back the comm kit, “Absolutely not. The last thing we need is evidence getting out and getting us all in trouble.” Fent looked like they might object, but Gnett stopped them, “I don’t care how cute they are, no. Now help load up.”

“Has anyone checked out the human’s ship yet? I’m sure there’s got to be a few somethings there that will be worth its weight in kwint credits!” the largest in their group, Semp eyed the small ship, barely visible in the distance.

Gnet tossed his head in excitement, “If not, there’s got to at least be plenty of supplies for it. That might help boost prices. Or perhaps some earth media or info stashed on the computers?”

Oh yes, they’d certainly struck gold today.

The ship had indeed been full of goodies. The ship itself, however, was basically only good for scrap at this point. How the human they’d caught been able to land that thing on that planet in one piece was a mystery to everyone.

Humans accomplishing near-impossible, incredibly dangerous feats? Yeah, sounds like their MO.

Gnet wandered the halls of their ship. He eyed each smuggler’s compartment as he went by them. The most precious/most illegal contraband items were stored amongst them. His wandering eventually led him to the suite where the human was being kept.

The lights in the room were dimmed and the platform the human was resting on was cushioned with blankets and anything soft they could find on the ship. They’d done their research. Between all that and the tranquilizers, the human likely would sleep until after the delivery. Gnet smiled smugly. It’d been so easy. And here they’d heard so many stories and reports of how tough humans were, how resourceful. Bah, he though, more like tall tales! Still, it was widely accepted among the galactic community that the earthlings were adorable. Cute in spite of their alleged ferociousness. He had to admit, it was pretty cute, asleep on its side, sides rising and falling slowly with each breath.

Over the past few years, there’d been claims of calming effects humans could have on a rather wide range of species. Cuddling. Human therapy, they called it. Granted, the calming effect wasn’t universal among humans. Some could be incredibly irritable or irritating. Nonetheless, there had been a rise in demand for hiring humans in upscale “therapeutic spas” around the galaxy.

Gnet stepped closer to the sleeping human. He poked its arm gently. Nothing. No, of course not. It would probably be out for another standard solar cycle or two at least. Still, this was a dumb idea. He knew it.  he was gentle and slow as he carefully lifted the top arm of the human. It was heavy. The arm alone from shoulder to fingertips was almost as long as he was tall. He managed to lift the arm enough for him to clear enough room to snuggle into the space between the arms. With his back to the human’s chest, he kept his arms ready and available to move the top arm again quickly if need be.

Soon, however, he felt himself loosen up. Ever so slowly, he wriggled down enough to be able to use the human’s lower arm as a pillow. By the void! Those quacks at the therapeutic spas were on to something! It felt like all the tension he didn’t even realize he’d been holding in his body was melting away. The warmth the human was radiating was starting to pull him into a sleepy haze.

Frewan, he though. As much as he hated the idea of moving, he couldn’t fall asleep here and now. The others would wonder where he’d gone off to and come looking. It took a while for his mind to convince his body to move. Eventually, he decided that after this whole job was done, he’d use part of his earnings to go visit one of those spas - get the full package! The best his money could buy!

With that helping to finally convince himself, he slowly started to lift the human’s arm again to get up. Before he’d moved it more than half a mirte, the human’s position shifted slightly. The arm he’d been lifting pressed back down firmly, the other arm underneath him coming up and around him. He was trapped! He pushed against the arms, but they didn’t budge. He tried wriggling out, but the arms only seemed to hold him tighter. Tighter? What in tronkus was going on?!

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stop squirming.” The voice murmured quietly next to his ear. It was awake!? By all things bright and shining, how was it awake!?!?! The seeming impossibility of it all almost made him forget the fact that he was now being held tightly in the arms of a powerful alien that had every right to be ticked.

He stopped trying to break free. Maybe it could be reasoned with? Maybe he could distract it long enough from killing him that the rest of his crew would notice his absence and come find him? Worth a shot.

“How are you even awake? We shot you with three doses of hydrag serum.” Frewan. That’s definitely the wrong thing to say to start off with in this situation. It just came out. He was panicking.

“Those darts? Yeah, those wore off while you all were setting up my little room here. The bed looked so soft, I thought I’d stay for a while, get a good nap in.” The human squeezed Gnet tighter and he could feel the human arching their back and stretching as they slowly started sitting up.

“Gotta admit, I’m not loving the idea of our current destination though. I’ve got better stuff to do than muck around in the black markets of Tenbos 5. Tell you what though,” the human stood up off the makeshift bed. They took a few steps to balance themselves properly, Ghet still being held firmly in their arms, the ground seemed so far away from here. “Since I’m feeling so generous after my nice little nap, I’ll drop you and your little friends off there before I go back to doing what I was doing before our little meetup, huh? I think I’ll be able to get everything done much faster now that I’ve got a ship that doesn’t belong in a junkyard.”

What had they done?

They’d brought a monster on board. That’s what they had done.

#humans are space orcs #aliens #space #cuddles #humans are awesome #humans and aliens

[zoslittlefish2]

Killers and Deep Closets

Ch 5 Lost Waves

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Hey Yall! This is my first fic, and it's based on the World created within my favorite Sanders Sides ask blogs, @ask-creativitwins , @ask-the-left-brains , @ask-the-sanders-dads , and @ask-remy-and-picani. Fish is Deciet and Remus's child (kindof-). If you want, you could skip the first part with Fish, anf go straight to the rescue party.

WARNINGS: Semi Graphic description of torture, Partial drowning, and death mention

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A couple of days later, the routine had continued. Fish had almost gotten used to it and didn't pass out right away when Magnolia was finished with them. Today started the same, and magnolia dragged them out of the room. This time, though, they went in a different direction, leaving Fish to wonder what the dragon witch was planning.

They entered a room that was similar to the other room. Magnolia attached the chains to the wall this time and left the room without a word. Fish felt her blood run cold as they heard what sounded like running water. Their fear was confirmed when they felt the water at their feet, rising quickly. They tried to keep their breathing calm when they realized what was happening.

The water rose quickly, and the room was filled in a matter of minutes. Fish couldn't see anything, and the water stilled around them. It wasn't long before their chest started to ache, and every movement felt like lifting heavy boxes. They could feel themselves slipping out of consciousness and fought it, knowing if they passed out, that would be the end.

They could feel the water start moving again as they started sinking. When they felt the top of their head leave the water, they almost passed out then and there. They couldn't stay sitting, let alone standing, as the water finally disappeared. The last thing they saw was a pair of feet before everything went black.

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Logan looked around as they walked through the forest, taking note that Roman seemed sluggish in his movements, and was leaning on Virgil. Remus and Deceit were in a similar state. Logan had made his way to the front despite not going into the imagination often. Remy made his way to the front, falling in line with Logan.

"Hey." He said, causing Logan to turn his head to him

"Hello. Did you need something?"

"I wanted to see how you were holding up." Remy sighed, the concern evident on his face.

"I am... Adequate, I suppose. And how about you?" Logan asked, his gaze returning forward, carefully stepping over a root.

"I'm alright, I guess. I am a little worried about Princey, though. Remus and Dee, too, they all look exhausted." These observations surprised Logan. Apparently, this surprise was showed, because Remy laughed.

"What? Just cause I'm dumb doesn't mean I can't tell when someone didn't or had trouble sleeping. If I couldn't, I wouldn't be able to do my job. I mean, I know I'm stupid, but not that stupid." Remy said, placing a hand on Logan's shoulder. "I can also tell that you're not as 'adequate' as you want me to believe. I know we don't always get along, but you can talk to me."

Logan sighed, "I guess I am concerned, it been a few days of wondering the Imagination, and we haven't seen a sign of Fish, anywhere.  I've also noticed how the others are reacting to their disappearance, which is concerning. I'm fond of them as well, and i hope we can find them soon. I guess..." logan trails off, and remy tilts his head.

"You guess?..."

logan shakes his head. " I guess I didn't realize how much Fish wiggled their way into this odd family. I find myself wanting to find them quickly, not because of how long it's already been, but i fear what is happening with them, and the longer it takes, the less likely we are to find them unharmed..." 'or dead...'  he almost said, but shook the thought from his head. They would find Fish, and Fish was going to be fine. A movement in front of him caused him to leave his train of thought as he stopped, looking ahead and seeing what remy was pointing two.

In the distance was a small town, and a large, dark castle overlooking it. The others caught up, looking at the castle. Remus and roman seemed to tense up.

"How much do you wanna bet that's her castle?" Virgil said, and roman sneered into the distance.

"It is... " Remus growled. Deceit held his arm. Logan looked around before speaking.

"well, we have two options. We can either go to the town and stay there tonight, or we can camp out here. Either way, the sun is setting, so we won't be able to search the town until tomorrow." this made Remus and roman sag, both looking at each other. Without letting go of Virgil, Roman reached a hand out, and Remus took it. Logan couldn't hide his disappointment with waiting one more day. finally, they had found something that might lead to Fish, and he wanted to jump straight into the search. But deep down, he knew everyone needed to rest first.

"Why don't we stay here? Since that is  the DW's castle, we don't want to run the risk of running into someone that would recognize those two," he gestures to Remus and Roman, " and none of us have the energy to deal with that right now." Logan nods, and looks to the others, waiting for their opinion. Reluctantly, they all nod slowly.

"That settles it then; lets set up camp then. "

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The sun had just finished setting when they had camp set up. remy had forced Roman and Remus to sleep, and Virgil had fallen asleep not long after. Remy fell asleep as well, leaving Deceit and logan still awake. Dee was sitting by the still-lit fire when logan came back with some more twigs and leaves.  He sat next to the snake-like side, setting his things down.

"You should sleep." Deceit looked over to see Logan looking at him with a level of concern he hadn't seen much before this search started, but had been shown to him more and more these past few days.

"I can. I just..." Dee sighed, looking into the fire, " What if we cant find them? What if... what if we're too late? I can stand the thought of losing them. What if-" he's startled out of his thoughts with a hand on his shoulder. He turns to see that Logan moved closer, a determined look in his eye.

"Deceit... We will find them. We are already much closer than we were a few hours ago. We are going to find them, and everything will be alright." Logan says this with such certainty that Dee almost believes him. He sighs and removes his hat.

"I am not going to try to sleep... Goodnight, Logan." he quickly falls asleep, and Logan sits by the fire, keeping watch until Remy wakes up and forces him to sleep as well.

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Patton was standing in the twin's room, staring at the Imagination door for the millionth time.

Emile walked in and sighed. This isn't the first time he's found Patton here, waiting.

"Pat... Come on. I've got cupcakes in the oven and cookie dough in the fridge. Why don't you come and help me and the others get ready to decorate?" he asks. Patton looks at him, before nodding and leaving the room. Emile sighed again. Patton hadn't really talked much since the others left to find Fish, and it's taking much longer than they had expected it to. He knew that Patton was worried, Em was too,  but he had to stay strong for Patton and the Mods. As he walked out, he ran into the girl with dark hair, who seemed like she wanted to say something.

"Hey there, Semp!What's up?" Emile asked cheerfully, startling her.

"Oh- uh- sorry... I was just... are- are the others okay?" She asks shyly, and em sighs.

"Yeah...It's just taking them longer than we thought it would. They're going to be fine." Emile said, "now come on, its almost time to decorate those cupcakes."

Semp didnt seem convinced but followed him to the kitchen. Both of them were shocked when they walked in, before bursting into laughter

It hadn't taken Pat long to make the icing, and had separated it for the Mods to have their own, and was going to make more for emile and himself. Jax and nerd wanted to try to help, and Patton let them. They were almost immediately covered in powdered sugar. Astra then thought it would be fun to put the icing on Nerds' face, which led to full out war. Now the entire kitchen was covered in powdered sugar and icing.

The part that surprised Emile the most was the genuine laughter coming from Patton. He hadn't heard that in a while and it made emile think...

Maybe everything is going to be okay...

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Im pretty sure this is my longest chapter. Well, Ill see yall next time. Love Y'all!

#roman sanders #sympathetic roman #patton sanders #sympathetic patton #logan sanders #sympathetic logan #remus sanders #sympathetic remus #remy sanders #sympathetic remy #emile picani #sympathetic deceit #deceit sanders #sympathetic virgil #virgil sanders #sympathetic emile picani #tw torture #tw drowning #tw death mention #first fic #sanders sides fic #thomas sanders #sanders sides #oc

[ask-the-left-brains]

Hey semp! How are you doing?

“As good as I possibly can... I feel like a huge wighet has been lifted from my shoulders.” She smiles, a genuine smile. “And for once, I feel happy.” She giggles a bit.

[succygirl]

Hello, I’m wondering if you could help me ID these! I got them at a little farm and most of the name sticks do not match :( I know the top two, and the string of pearls, thank you very much in advance!! 💚

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Sure I can give it a shot! 

Starting at the top (with the two you already know, maybe someone else needs the ID?) Left is possibly a Kalanchoe x houghtonii (if not please let me know, I’m always trying to learn plant IDs) and Right is a Sedum rubrotinctum

2nd row on the Left is a Crassula tetragona. Right is possibly a Sedeveria 'Blue Mist'.

3rd row on the left is a Sedum dasyphyllum ‘Minor’, right is possibly a  Graptosedum 'Alpenglow', a Graptosedum 'Bronze', OR a Graptosedum 'Vera Higgins' (I’d deffo google them and see which compares better, comparing pictures to pictures is always harder than comparing the real thing to pictures)

4th row, you’ve got your string of pearls,  Senecio rowlyanus. On the right is possibly Graptopetalum paraguayense

5th row looks like Oscularia deltoides on the left, on the right is a Sempervivum (I think? It’s hard to see the edges in this picture but I usually ID Semps by the fuzzy edges of the leaves and how thin the leaves are.) If it is a Sempervivum I can’t ID it past that because there are thousands of different cultivars and each of them have different colors depending on season and sun exposure. Thankfully care for Semps is the same for all of them.

#succulents #succulent ID #plant ID #plants #succulent submit #natvre-nymph #If anyone has any opinions on these IDs please let me know! #Think I'm wrong? DM me! #I can explain why I think it is what it is and you can do the same #maybe you'll even introduce me to an entirely different plant I've never seen before! #natvre-nymph if you wanna send me additional pictures of the plants I'm not sure about please feel free! #More pictures is always better! #submission

[aidanchaser]

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets: Everyone Lives AU

Table of Contents beta’d by @ageofzero

Chapter Seven Mudbloods and Murmurs

Friday, January 27, 1978 DADA Notes

Confringo aka Blasting Curse Expulso --Confringo and Expulso differ in size and strength and incendiary capabilities. Confringo will damage persons in the area, and will cause fire. Expulso repels objects in a similar manner to an explosion but no flame will appear. Damage largely done by sheer force and will not cause direct pain to the target of its own accord. (WILL BE ON THE TEST)

Furnunculus--Pimple Jinx Naresvertum--a jinx that turns the nose green

Incendia Incendicum--purple flame that causes internal damage. Very deadly and only to be used in the most dangerous of situations, may result in death of target if cast with enough strength (motion similar to semp. ask sev)

Furnunculus and Naresvertum are good basic dueling jinxes. Confringo and Expulso can cause a lot of damage when not used properly so I do NOT recommend even attempting them for a few years. Maybe in a couple summers I can show you how to use them. DON’T use Incendia Incedicum. It’s nasty curse and there’s no easy counter for it. If you hit someone with it, they might die very painfully. Do NOT try it. --Sirius

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Dear Mum and Dad,

I know I promised I wouldn’t get any detentions this year, but it was absolutely for a good cause. Malfoy deserved an ugly green nose. (The swelling, oozing part was accidental.) He called Hermione a rude name just because her parents are Muggles. So Ron and I both hexed him. Well, Ron’s spell backfired, and he got hexed, and my hex landed, and Draco hexed me back.

But it was totally justified. Please please please don’t be mad at me. I got hexed back, and Professor McGonagall still gave me detention, even though Draco caused a bunch of boils to appear on my face, (which hurt really bad, by the way) and I have to spend the night in the hospital with Malfoy. Isn’t that punishment enough?

Love, Harry

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Ron was dismissed from the hospital wing just before dinner. He’d puked up the worst of the slugs, and Madam Pomfrey was at her wit’s end, with Draco moaning about his nose. Harry wasn’t in much better shape. The Boil Cure potion had not cleared his face as it should have. It only turned the boils on his face a sickly shade of green.

When Madam Pomfrey finished putting a thick paste over his face, Harry sent off a letter to his parents, which had been difficult with the paste sticking to his eyelashes. He hoped his arrived not long after McGonagall’s. It would be better if he could preempt any of his parent’s anger with an explanation. Malfoy really had deserved it. He didn’t feel guilty about what he had done at all. Mostly, he was just sorry he had to spend an evening in the infirmary and another evening doing detention next Saturday.

Draco had a similar paste over his nose, and was in a bed opposite Harry. Madam Pomfrey brought them both sandwiches and soup. Harry had to break his sandwich into bite-sized pieces before he could eat it, or else the paste would get all over it. Draco, at least, stopped whining to eat.

After they finished dinner, there was a gentle rapping at the hospital wing window. Harry recognized one of the owls from home and got up to open it. Harry reached out for the letters in its talons, but the owl only dropped one into his hand, and a small package, then flitted to Malfoy’s bed and dropped the other letter and package into Draco Malfoy’s lap.

Harry opened the letter first. Uncle Remus had sent him condolences about the curse and the detention. Harry was surprised by the quick response, and wondered if his parents would send a letter along tonight as well. Maybe they were too busy arguing over whether or not he had been fairly punished. He wondered if Sirius would send a letter along, too. At least Harry knew what to expect from Sirius: Congratulations.

Harry opened the package and found a single chocolate frog. He looked over at Draco’s bed and saw Malfoy had the same thing. But Malfoy was looking at the package like he’d never seen one before.

“They’re not real frogs,” Harry said.

“I know what a Chocolate Frog is, Potter,” Malfoy snapped, and proceeded to open the package.

Harry sat back down on his bed and opened his chocolate frog. It tried to leap off his bed, but he caught it before it hit the ground. He watched Malfoy break the frog into small pieces as he ate it. He wondered why Uncle Remus had sent Malfoy a chocolate frog. Had Harry been unclear in his letter home what it was Malfoy had said?

“You write to Uncle Remus?” Harry asked, careful to keep suspicion out of his tone.

“I didn’t know he was your uncle.” Malfoy’s voice was sour and defensive.

“Not really — He’s a family friend.” Harry’s only uncle was a Muggle, and a rather rude one. He didn’t think it was a good idea to say that to Malfoy. “Do you have any uncles?”

“What do you care?” Malfoy grumbled and folded up the letter. Harry resisted the urge to ask what it said.

“I was just being polite. Making conversation.”

Malfoy made a disgruntled noise and ate the last pieces of his chocolate frog. He threw the card at Harry. “You collect them, right?”

“How’d you know?” Harry picked the card up and looked down at it. It was of Merlin.

“It just seems like something stupid you’d do.” Malfoy snapped.

“You don’t collect them? You could start. I’ve already got both of these. You could have them. If Uncle Remus sends you stuff, he’ll send you lots of chocolate frogs. He likes them a lot. He always —”

Harry stopped abruptly. He heard something, whispering. He tried to make out the words, but the voice was quiet, faded.

“Do you hear that?” he asked.

“Hear what?”

Harry paused. Then, in a clear whisper, he heard, Come…. Come to me….

“There! There was a voice, I heard it.”

“I don’t hear anything.”

Let me rip you…. Let me tear you…..Let me kill you….

The voice was chilling and terrifying. “You don’t hear that? At all?”

“I don’t hear anything,” Malfoy snapped.

Harry glared at Malfoy. He thought maybe it was Malfoy playing a stupid prank, like he had with Dobby. Making a voice and pretending not to hear it, just to scare Harry, sounded just like Malfoy.

“You’re not funny, you know,” Harry said.

Malfoy bristled. “At least I don’t look half as funny as you.”

Madam Pomfrey came to take the dinner trays before Harry could snap anything else at Malfoy. She brought them both hot tea and it made Harry drowsy. He wondered if she’d put something in it because they needed rest or if she simply wanted to avoid them fighting in the night.

In the morning, they both washed their faces and all signs of a hex were gone. Ron and Hermione were waiting to walk with Harry down to breakfast. No one was waiting for Draco.

As soon as Draco was out of earshot, Harry told Ron and Hermione about the voice.

“And Draco really didn’t hear it?” Hermione asked.

“Maybe he was just trying to make you think he couldn’t hear it. Maybe he did hear it but he wanted to scare you, like with Dobby,” Ron suggested.

“I thought that at first but….” Harry thought about the voice and how terrifying it had been. He wasn’t sure that Draco Malfoy, who had offered him a Chocolate Frog card, was capable of creating a voice that sounded that intent on murder. He shivered just remembering it. “It was scary,” he finally said as they approached the Great Hall. “That voice really wanted to kill somebody, and I don’t know why.”

#harry potter and the chamber of secrets #hp everyone lives au #hp everyone lives #hp fic #harry potter #hp

[sciogli-lingua]

Roberto Murolo || Te voglio bene assaje || Neapolitan lyrics + English translation

Pecché quanno mme vide Why is it that, whenever you see me, Te 'ngrife comm'a gatta? You act like a hissing cat? Nenne', che t'aggio fatto Girl, what did I ever do to you? Ca nun mme puo' vede’? Why can't you stand me? Io t'aggio amato tanto, I've loved you so much, Si t'amo tu lo ssaje You know how much I love you Io te voglio bene assaje I love you so much E tu nun pienze a me And you won’t spare a thought for me Io te voglio bene assaje I love you so much E tu nun pienze a me And you won’t spare a thought for me

La notte tutte dormono At night, everyone sleeps Ma io che vvuo' dormire! But how do you expect me to sleep! Penzanno a nenna mia Thinking of my girl, Mme sento ascevoli' I feel myself faint Li quarte d'ora sonano The quarter-hours fly by A uno, a duje, a ttre: In one, in two, in three: Io te voglio bene assaje I love you so much E tu nun pienze a me And you won’t spare a thought for me Io te voglio bene assaje I love you so much E tu nun pienze a me And you won’t spare a thought for me

Guardame 'nfaccia e vide Look me in the face, see Comme song'arredutto The state I'm in Sicco, peliento, brutto, Skinny, pale and ugly Nennella mia, pe' tte! My girl, because of you! Cusut' a filo doppio Bound with a double string Cu' tte me vedarraje To you, that's how you'll see me Io te voglio bene assaje I love you so much E tu nun pienze a me And you won’t spare a thought for me Io te voglio bene assaje I love you so much E tu nun pienze a me And you won’t spare a thought for me

Quanno so' fatto cennere When I become ashes Tanno me chiagnarraje You'll shed many tears for me Sempe addimannarraje: You'll ask all the time: "Nennillo mio addo' sta?" "Where is my baby?" La fossa mia tu arape Just open my grave E llà me truvarraje: And you'll find me there: Io te voglio bene assaje I love you so much E tu nun pienze a me And you won’t spare a thought for me Io te voglio bene assaje I love you so much E tu nun pienze a me And you won’t spare a thought for me

#full-blown neapolitan mood today haha #i blame l'amica geniale #this is one of my father's all-time favorites #translation #neapolitan #mine #lyrics #music #music: neapolitan

[always-and-forever-a-killjoy]

Part 2 of Semp’s Bad Fic About Cherri Cola

I’ve been really bored recently, since we’re all stuck inside, so more shitty killjoy-verse fic, here we come!

Title: Orange Soda

Wordcount: 1216

Warnings: a bit of blood and violence, not too graphic but there is a small fistfight.

Summary: Party Poison is a dick, gets their ass kicked for it, and finds out some things about Cherri Cola.

Taglist: @sleevesareforlosers @tasteofamnesia

AO3 Link

(Actual fic under the cut)

Party Poison glanced over from where they were draped over the (battered, old, and threatening to fall apart at any minute) sofa in the living room area of the radio station, a thought suddenly occurring to them. “Hey, Pepsi, why are you called Cherri Cola?”

“I thought I said not to call me Pepsi,” Cherri Cola called back from the kitchen area. He was making…tea, allegedly. It was probably an attempt to be hospitable, but his ‘tea’ was usually quite awful given that it was made of some sort of desert weed. Poison honestly had no idea how Dr. Death Defying put up with it all the time.

“Alright, no callin’ you Pepsi, Dr. Pepper.”

“That’s worse,” Cola sighed, setting the tea down on the crate that passed for a coffee table.

“Alright, Fanta.” They noted in a small corner of their mind that he looked upset, but they often teased their friends like this, so they brushed it off.

“No! Stop that!” Cola’s glare was surprisingly fierce for the gentle poet, but Party just grinned.

"Sure thing, Sprite!”

“Stop!”

“How about Root Bear?”

“No!”

“Cherri’s a little silly, orange soda.”

To their great surprise, that last one caused Cola to lunge for them, and they leapt up as he dove for them. “Shit!”

The two killjoys tussled across the floor, awful tea entirely forgotten as they fought, Cola quickly gaining the upper hand. Party Poison might have been the leader of an infamous killjoy crew, but they were built lean and wiry and not so good for hand-to-hand combat. Cherri Cola was strong, far stronger than his usual gentle demeanor would suggest, and it was only a matter of minutes before he had Poison pinned. Blood was already starting to leak from their nose, and they were starting to regret their decision to tease Cola as he practically growled at them.

“Don’t. Call. Me. That.”

Party Poison might have been reckless, careless, and a bit of an asshole sometimes, but they knew when they had pushed too far, and (usually) incredibly gentle Cherri Cola tackling them definitely meant that. Most of the time, he was one of the most mild-mannered and kind people out here, but right now he looked like he wouldn’t hesitate to kill them.

So they put their hands up in surrender (although it was a fairly useless gesture, given their position on the floor) and offered their best apologetic look. “’M sorry, Cola.”

The fight sagged out of Cola’s shoulders, and he climbed off them, albeit without an apology, which was unusual for him. Poison wiped a bit of blood off their face as they watched Cola turn away, suddenly looking fragile despite the fact that he had been kicking their ass with little effort only a moment before.

“Cola? You good?”

“Fine.”

"You don’t sound fine.” Sometimes, being a stubborn asshole was a bad thing. Sometimes, it let them push through and get to the root of things. They tried to be a little more measured with their words this time, given that they didn’t feel like getting tackled to the ground for a second time today. “’M really sorry if I made you upset.”

“I’m a little bit touchy about my name.” The words were soft, almost unintelligible. “Being called Pepsi doesn’t really bother me like I say it does, but the rest…”

Poison hauled themself off the ground to stand next to Cola, trying to get a glimpse of his expression. “I didn’t know that, ‘m sorry.”

Cola turned to look at them for the first time since letting them off the ground. “You asked why I’m called Cherri Cola- my name is for my sister. Because she loved cherry sodas. Cherry-flavored anything, really.”

“You have a sister?” They were pretty sure their face looked as shocked as they felt.

“Had a sister.”

“Oh. Shit.”

“It’s been a long time,” Cola said quietly. “The last time I talked to her was when I was twelve years old. The last time I saw her was the Analog wars.”

They got the impression that there was more to the story, but even Poison knew when to back off. “I had no idea, Cola, shit, ‘m so sorry-“

“It’s not your fault. You just happened to tease me about the one thing I can’t stand.”

“Was still being an asshole about it.”

They didn’t want to know if the shine in Cherri’s eyes was from tears or not. “You thought you were just teasing. It’s okay.”

“Uh, you need a hug?”

“That would be nice,” Cola whispered, and Poison threw their arms around him, ignoring the faint ache of bruises that were already forming from their tussle.

“Really am sorry for that, Cola.” They hoped he could tell they were sincere.

“I promise, it’s okay. You didn’t know.” The words would be more reassuring if his voice didn’t shake so much.

“’M still going to feel bad about it.’

“And I already feel bad about tackling you, but we can’t undo our actions. We can just do better.” Cola gave Poison a concerned glance as he pulled away. “I hope I didn’t hurt you too badly.”

“Bit of a bloody nose, but it’ll heal.”

Cola only looked more guilty at that, and he ended up giving Party Poison a cloth to hold to the bleeding as they headed back to the diner, although they refused any other help. They had deserved it, just a little. They could admit that at least.

-

They arrived back at the diner to find Kobra Kid and Fun Ghoul tinkering with something that looked explosive on the table, bent over it in intense concentration. Neither of them looked up at all as Party walked in the door, despite the noise of the rusty hinges.

“Hey, assholes.”

Ghoul glanced up and a brief expression of concern flitted across his face. “The fuck happened to you? You’ve got blood an’ bruises an’ shit everywhere.”

Poison reached up to find their nose was still fucking bleeding. “Got the shit beat out of me by Cola.”

“Cola? Really?” Kobra asked incredulously as Jet folded their arms in a protective stance, leaning against the doorframe of the hallway leading to the rest of the diner.

“Do I need to drive down to the station and have some words with him?” Their voice was calm, but Poison knew they wouldn’t hesitate to follow through with that if Poison asked them to.

“Nah, ‘s fine, I deserved it.”

“The fuck did you do to him?” Ghoul asked. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Cola give someone so much as a bruise.”

“I was bein’ an asshole. Wouldn’t stop calling him dumb nicknames.”

Jet frowned, clearly aware that wasn’t all of it, but they said nothing as Kobra returned to bending over the explosive and Ghoul looked Party up and down again. “Guess I won’t fuck with Cola then, if ‘e can kick your ass.”

“Don’t fuck with ‘im, and don’t call ‘im anything but Cola or Pepsi. Or Cherri, I guess. ‘e hates it.”

They hoped that would be a firm enough deterrent as they headed into the back of the diner, keeping the details of their conversation with Cola quiet. There were some things you didn’t share. Even Party knew that.

#cherri cola #party poison #danger days #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #no beta we die like the fab four #once again shoutout to sleevesareforlosers for giving me the confidence to post this #i hope you like it dude #mild angst #i was not kind to cherri when making up backstories #auri writes

[atrwriting]

Strategy // Draco x oc -- Ch. 11

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xi. sectumsempra

sectumsempra (sec-tum-SEMP-rah): lacerates the target, as if they have been slashed by a sword

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DRACO SPENT THE REST of his shift trying to mend Theo's injuries. Madame Pomfrey had supplied him with a few potions that could possibly counteract the curse Theo endured, but Draco knew he was going to need to get to the root of the spell to find the counter curse. Draco couldn't help but grind his teeth together as he watched Theo flinch when his body absorbed each spell that fell from the tip of Draco's wand.

"If only good ol' Snape was here, eh?" Theo chuckled sadly, voice breaking at the pain.

Draco swallowed as his brows knit together. "His expertise may have been helpful, yes."

"What?" Theo questioned, quirking an eyebrow at his friend. "You're not going to feed me some horseshit words of comfort?"

"Not my style, Nott," Draco replied curtly, swallowing hard. "You should know that."

"Well aware," Nott offered with a choked laugh. "Maybe you should go easier on Alexandra, yeah?"

"And why..." Draco trailed off, averting his eyes away from his friend's body to run an anxious hand through his hair. He finished, "...would I do that?"

"Oh, you bloody wanker!" Theo groaned. "Do you fancy being dementor chow? You think they'll serve you up on a shiny plate with a folded napkin like you're used to eating off of, is that it?"

"I don't like her," Draco spat with gritted teeth, locking eyes with Theo. "I don't think highly of her ancestry, either. How am I supposed to know she won't let me slip through her slimy hands like her father wanted to slip out of Voldemort's?"

"Osborne's always been a git and a chav," Theo replied, waving a dismissive hand in the air. "Worse than that rat, Pettigrew, and he knew it."

"Doesn't exactly matter what Voldemort thinks, now, anyway?" Draco asked to no one in particular as his mind began to drift off to other spell possibilities.

"Correct, young Malfoy. You know what should matter to you?"

"And what would that be, Nott?" Draco bit, not too fond of his friend's nickname for him.

"The fact that I fought alongside her whilst your parents forced you to fight with them and my father," Nott retaliated with a quirked brow. "Voldemort may not have wanted her father, but had he known the power that could apparently come from such an insufferable areshole like Osborne Graham, he would've manipulated her just like you-"

"I swear to Merlin, Nott, I will leave you on this bed to bloody rot if you don't keep your tongue from spewing more horsehit," Draco seethed, shooting daggers from his eyes at his friend. "Do not-"

"I will do whatever I damn well please as long as I'm lying in this fucking bed and you're standing over me!" Theo seethed through bared teeth. "For Merlin's sake, go find your attorney and stop bloody bothering me."

Draco immediately rolled his eyes, completely unaware of the fact that his friend was being serious. Draco went to reach for his wand to cast another healing charm on Theo when his old friend made an attempt at rolling over. Draco once would've laughed at someone trying to dismiss him, a Malfoy, but the feeling of emotional hurt sunk into Draco when he realized that even through the excruciating pain that Theo was enduring, Theo would rather be in pain than talk to him.

Shame had threatened to break Draco's stoic facial expression and he was thankful that Theo was avoiding looking at him. Worry had caused Draco to swallow hard and leave his mouth slightly agape as he let out shallow breaths. With a shaky hand, he went to loosen his tie, struggling to breathe, when he realized that he wasn't wearing a tie.

It only caused him to panic further.

Without even a reflexive snarky remark to bid Theo goodbye, Draco left his friend's side in a hurry. His long legs carried him for a bee-line towards the door as he passed by other people trying to heal the injured and care for the fallen. Their groans of pain and anguish filled Draco's ears as Theo glared at his old friend's back. Theo almost regretted saying what he said to Draco, but then he realized he shouldn't be apologizing for Draco's suffocating pride any longer.

Once out of the infirmary, Draco thought his rush of panic would decrease, but it only plagued him further as he searched for a space or corridor that was free from prying eyes. Draco could see it now: Rita Skeeter making him the object of gossip in his pitiful state surrounded by the Order's wounded when he conveniently switched sides at the last possible second. The thought left a vile taste to settle in the back of his throat, but Draco couldn't tell if that was because of the fact that he thought of the dung beetle or his anxiety was causing actual bile to rise in his throat.

He forced a cough before he rounded a corner in the hallway he was stalking through. He was met with the sight of his Mother, which would usually calm his nerves, until he saw her ruffling through a small black purse outside of the lavatory. The same lavatory that Draco bawled his eyes out in sixth year before he was Sectumsempra'd.

Which was also the same lavatory that held the Chamber of Secrets behind its building scheme.

Paying your respects to where the Weaselbee's little sister almost died because of father, Mother? Draco spat in his head, furious at his mother.

Narcissa hadn't noticed Draco yet and he used that to his advantage. She was still rummaging through her purse before his long, quick strides gave him enough time to tower over his mother in an effort to surprise her and catch a glimpse at what was occupying her attention.

"Need help, Mother?" Draco inquired darkly, quirking an eyebrow.

Narcissa jumped and shoved the purse at her side. "D-Draco... dear, did your shift in the infirmary end already?"

His raised brow didn't move, not at all satisfied with her dismissive response. "Not quite, no. Theodore Nott is a bed occupant, unfortunately. What're you looking for?"

Whatever element of surprise Draco had before he approached his Mother vanished when all emotion had vanished from her face. "That is unfortunate, my love. I was actually looking for Miss Alexandra-"

"No, Mother," Draco insisted. "Your bag. You never carry one. What're you looking for?"

That's when it was Narcissa's turn to raise an eyebrow at her son. A knowing, painted red smirk crossed over his Mother's face and Draco knew he had lost the game. He gritted his teeth as she responded, "Our attorney, my son, just like you should be. Wouldn't you agree?"

Draco was about to rattle off a snarky remark when he heard footsteps approaching behind him.

Draco's gaze rested upon the out of breath, curly-headed girl that was walking towards him. His lip was turning up before he could even notice grimacing had become instinct when he saw her.

"Narcissa and Dra- Mr. Malfoy!" Alexandra exclaimed, slightly out of breath. "Hogwarts is a bit of a maze... I've been looking for you two. Is everything alright?"

"Why don't you mind your business for a change, Alexa?" Draco snapped before he could resist.

Alexandra swallowed and exhaled. She turned her attention to Narcissa, whom she was expecting a much more pleasant greeting from. "Narcissa, it's good to see you. How did St. Mungo's go? Did anyone give you any trouble?"

"No, dear, thank you for your concern," Narcissa responded warmly. "Did my son give you as much trouble as he's giving the both of us at the moment?"

Alexandra's played with her fingernails at her waistline as she opened and closed her mouth, anxious to think of a response. "We... We had a productive shift in the infirmary."

"I would hope so," Narcissa responded, sending a look at her son.

Alexandra stared at the mother and son skeptically. She was concerned as to why Draco was standing so close to his mother with anger present in his features, but settled that Draco never really did have any respect for personal space or the people that the space belonged to. Alexandra was also concerned as to why Narcissa was adorning a purse, similar to one that a Muggle would wear, that she conveniently tucked behind her out of Draco and Alexandra's line of sight. It didn't help that the pair were in this suspicious position in front of the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets, and it caused feelings of worry to cloud Alexandra's mind as she wondered who else was lurking in the hallways to witness this uncomfortable exchange.

"I will be returning to St. Mungo's now as it seems the two of you have reported on only productive happenings," Narcissa stated, stepping away from her son. "Play nice, my son. Thank you for your help today, Alexandra."

"Be-Be safe, Narcissa," Alexandra sputtered out, still plagued with unease from the conversation.

Narcissa left without another word to her son, but Draco's glare never left his Mother's back until she disappeared around a corner. Alexandra wondered if Narcissa could feel the heat of Draco's glare like Alexandra could when he sent one on her.

Alexandra's gaze was still locked in the corner of the hallway Narcissa rounded before Draco was towering over her the same way he did to his mother. Alexandra fell back against the wall in surprise and sucked in a sharp breath. That didn't stop Draco, though, only allowed him more room to lower his face down to her head and rest one of his palms on the wall beside her head. Draco's icy eyes were like daggers into her pupils, ready at any moment to strike out of anger.

And all Alexandra would be able to do is hold her breath and wait for the blow.

"You want to be worthy of my trust, little Alexa?" Draco seethed, eyes locked on hers.

Alexandra bit back a snarky remark, afraid to upset the Malfoy son even further. "That-That would prove to help your case, yes."

"Then, under no circumstances, will you ever lie to me or conceal information from me that specifically pertains to me or that I ask about, do you understand?"

Alexandra would feel every angry breath he took that washed over her face. She wanted to say yes, I understand, Mr. Malfoy but her anxiety that was leaking every pore on her body would only allow her to start taking shallow breaths that rattled her shoulders. Her lips quivered and eyelids wavered so, so uncomfortable with a man this close in proximity to her, but her lack of response only made Draco angrier.

He smacked his free closed fist on the space on the wall on the other side of her head as he bared his teeth. He seethed, "Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, I understand, Mr. Malfoy," she gushed, on the verge of tears once more. "Please stop, please..."

Upon her response, he immediately retreated from his invasion of her personal space but the same angry sneer was plastered on his face. "If you're going to beg for my trust, you will do well to not make me regret giving it to you."

And then he left, leaving Alexandra breathless.

#draco #draco malfoy #dracotok #hogwarts #battle of hogwarts #Hermione Granger #Harry Potter #Ron Weasley #Ginny Weasley #fred weasley #arthur weasley #draco fic #draco au #draco fluff #slytherin #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #Gryffindor

[bronte-deserves-better]

Me, crossposting a headcanon of mine from a Discord server even though no one gave a fuck about it the first time, knowing no one will give a fuck about it on Tumblr either: 

ANYWAYS

Enough of me being a clown and fool, here’s a headcanon about Ancients:

So, I’ve always headcanoned that being an ancient is more than just pointy ears. Because of the amount of respect they get in the Lost Cities and mentions of things like brain pushes (Is that what they’re called? The weird fucky thing Sophie can do that is supposed to take thousands of years to train yourself to do), I think at very least that ancients have more mental strength and quite probably stronger telekinesis and channeling as well. At the very least, they’ve had more time to train their skills and are most likely better at using them. I also think that ancient's abilities might get stronger as they turn into ancients, which would explain how revered they seem to be, and also that would be a good like backstory/explanation for Fintan's actions in making/joining the Neverseen. He might have been able to keep his fire under control for a while, but when he became an Ancient and his Pyrokinesis got stronger, it would have been just that much harder. Plus, most Ancients seem pretty batshit anyways, and having a banned ability probably just adds to that. 

Anyways enjoy this stupid headcanon, brought to you by a mildly sleep-deprived Semp.

#KotLC #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc headcanon #headcanons #meta #kotlc meta #semp's stupid shit #Fintan pyren