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gracexthoughts · 22 days

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of violent delights chap 7

happy birthday, mia

30 January 1996

Euphemia's POV

The Christmas break seemed to float by. Harry and I stayed at Hogwarts as always, the Weasleys and Hermione staying as well. My first two years at Hogwarts, I went back to the Dursleys' for Christmas, just to see Harry and make sure he was okay. Since Harry started though, we've had no reason to go back. Christmas with each other and our friends has always been far preferable. I'll never forget how excited Harry got his first Christmas morning at Hogwarts.

I love the castle during the holidays. It's decorated to the nines and is quiet and serene for two weeks. I spend most of my time running around the empty halls with the twins, a snowball fight with the Twins and I on one team and Harry, Ron and Hermione on another, and two weeks of no prefect rounds.

Since that night in the broom closet, Mattheo and I haven't spoken of what happened. I've never seen him be so gentle, especially not to me. The way he helped calm me down from panicking, and the way our hostile banter turned playful in the time we spent locked in the closet has plagued my mind in the two months since. I fully expected to arrive in class the next morning with the whole school knowing Euphemia Potter had a panic attack from being stuck in a broom closet with Mattheo Riddle (most girls' dream situation) but no one knew unless I told them. Mattheo hadn't told anyone what happened, or if he did he swore them to secrecy. I tried to thank him for it but I only received a grunt in return, reverting back to the same cold, angry and insufferably superior jerk I've always known him to be. Even so, I can't help but wonder what he was doing over break, why he was so nice to me that night, and why he hasn't tried to use my weakness against me.

Harry has been despondent since Christmas when his new Firebolt was confiscated to be checked for tampering. I hadn't even woken up yet when Harry had come rushing in, yelling thank you over and over again. He'd thought I had bought him the new broom but I hadn't. Well, I'd been planning on it but my plan was to let Harry pick out the broom he wanted rather than choose it myself. But some mystery benefactor had beaten me to it and McGonagall promptly confiscated it, worried about it being cursed or hexed and Hermione has taken the brunt of Harry's anger. Secretly, I'm grateful someone else thought it was strange besides me but i’m sorry Hermione is being shut out for it.

Since term has resumed, and prefect rounds and Quidditch practices along with it, Harry and I have been adding weekly anti- dementor lessons to our schedules. Four lessons in and Harry and I can both produce the shield version of the Patronus Charm. The corporeal form, however, has been a bigger challenge.

"Happy Birthday, Mia!" The door to my dorm is flung open as the Weasley Twins, Angelina, Alicia, Lee, and Harry all flood into my room. The best benefit of being a prefect? I have my own dorm room. Although, my friends have started to use it as their own personal common room so it's ultimately not that private anymore. I sit up, making a noise somewhere between a groan and a laugh as my friends and brother surround my bed. I squint at the clock on my nightstand and balk.

"I love you all so much but it's literally 8AM, I don't get to sleep in on my birthday? It's a Sunday!" I pretend to whine, falling back on my pillows. With Quidditch practice Mondays-Thursdays 4:30-6:30PM, prefect rounds Tuesdays and Thursdays 9-11PM, and extra lessons with Lupin on Wednesdays at 8PM I have barely any time to do my schoolwork, let alone anything else.

"No, because it's not fair for you to shorten the time we get to celebrate you by sleeping," Angelina says, crossing her arms and sitting on the bed next to me.

"You can't sing at breakfast," I say, sitting up with my eyes wide and looking at the Twins. Fred and George love parties, celebrations and taking the mickey out of people they love. When they found out I'd never celebrated a birthday before coming to Hogwarts, they made it their personal mission to make every birthday since absolutely insane.

"We won't," Fred says, a mischievous gleam in his eyes behind his smile.

"I couldn't believe you less," I laugh.

"Oh we're singing! No opting out, Potter!" Lee says, wiggling his eyebrows like a madman.

"C'mon, Mia don't be a spoil sport!" George says, leaning against one of the posts of my bed frame.

"Oi! I am many things but a party pooper is not one," I laugh, "I need you all the leave if you expect me to get dressed though."

"Boo," Fred laughs, heading towards the door with George and Lee. Harry holds back for a moment and leans over the edge of my bed to give me a hug.

"Happy birthday, Mia," he says with a small smile.

"Thanks, Haz," I return his smile, reaching up to ruffle his already unruly hair. He chuckles and shoves my hand away and turns to leave with the rest of the boys, leaving me with Angelina and Alicia.

"Sooo, what do you think Freddie got you for your birthday?" Angelina asks, lay back on my bed.

"The twins better not have gotten me anything. I don't want any presents," I say, pushing off the blankets and tossing them over Angie.

"Not the twins! Fred," Alicia says, sitting on the back of the love seat in front of the fireplace. I furrow my eyebrows as I cross the room to my dresser and begin pulling clothes out for the day.

"Why just Fred?"

"C'mon, Mia. You are not dense," Angie says, rolling onto her stomach and propping herself up on her elbows.

"About what, Ang?" I turn, raising my eyebrows, playing dumb because I know exactly where they are going with this.

"Freddie liiiikes you!" She responds in a sing-song voice, causing me to roll my eyes and throw a sweatshirt at her from across the room.

"Please!" I groan.

"Why are you upset? Fred's cute," Alicia says. Angelina and I raise our eyebrows at our friend, who is very openly lesbian. "That's not a personal opinion! It's just a fact. Fred and George could have any girl in this school they wanted and yet, dear Freddie has been single for more than a year. He likes you, Mia. It's plain as day."

"I look like I could be his sister. Remember first year when half the school thought we were triplets?" I say, pulling a sweater over my head. The Weasley family all have bright and fiery red hair while my hair is a darker red, a weird mix of the dark brown of my father's hair and the bright red my mother had. Never stopped people from asking if we were related though. "I don't like Fred like that."

"You're dumb for that, Phe. Sorry," Angie laughs.

"You date him then if you think he's so great!" I laugh.

"No thanks. I've got dibs on George though," she responds, winking at me. Alicia and I exchange a shocked look before we burst out into laughter.

"You know, Ang, I think that will work out very well for you," I tease. Angelina bolts up to her knees, still on my bed.

"What do you know?"

"A secret!" I wink and duck as Ang throws a pillow at me.

"The three of you and your secrets, I swear!"

"Okay so who do you like? There's gotta be somebody," Alicia pries, and I sigh.

"There's no one. When would I find the time?"

Angelina gasps, jumping up from the bed and rushing over to me, grabbing me by the shoulder. "Don't tell me it's Riddle!"

"ANG!" I groan, pulling out of her grip, moving into the ensuite bathroom but leaving the door open.

"Oh my god, imagine?" Alicia starts cackling on the couch, falling off the back and landing on the cushions on the other side, her feet dangling over the back of the love seat.

"It's like Romeo and Juliette! By that muggle writer you like so much!"

"Romeo and Juliet both die in the end," I call from the bathroom. "I don't really think they are meant to role models."

"Still, he's so hot. And experienced. From what I hear he's amazing in be-"

"Ah! No! Please stop, it's already hard enough to do rounds with him without thinking about his bedroom habits!" I interrupt Angelina, waving my hands begging her to stop. "Let's go get breakfast and you can continue your tirade of embarrassment once I have coffee in my system, deal?"

My day is spent being dragged around by my friends. They take me to Hogsmeade, singing happy birthday again when Rosemerta brings me a cupcake with a small candle stuck in the top and telling every shopkeeper it's my birthday. I think I spend most of the day blushing and trying to hide. When we finally make it back to the castle, I head into my room to put away some stuff I bought in Hogsmeade.

Just as I'm about to leave to rejoin my friends, something catches my eye on my mantle. It's a yellowing piece of parchment paper folded into a square with my name on it written in handwriting I don't recognize. I reach for it and turn it over revealing a dark red wax seal. I study the crest pressed into the dark red wax, feeling like I recognize it but not being able to-- My knees fold below me and I sink to the floor at the realization. I did research on our family history my first year at Hogwarts and this crest was everywhere I looked. The Potter Family crest.

My hands shake as I tear open the letter.

22 October 1981

My darling Mia,

Happy 18th birthday, my beautiful, wonderful daughter. If you're reading this letter, then I am very glad I decided to write this. While I hope your mother and I come out of this war relatively unscathed, I feel it would be irresponsible if I did not put some things in writing for a worst case scenario. So, I have enchanted this letter to appear to you on your birthday on the off chance I am not there to give you a present in person.

As I'm sure you know, my father inherited a fortune, which through his career he grew significantly, and a manor house. A house in which he and my mother raised me, and I spent my life in. My parents, never failing in their generosity, made our home a haven for others, and a place of warmth and joy, not only for our family by blood, but our family through choice as well. It has a proper name I never could be bothered to remember but everyone just called it the Potter Manor anyway. If you are reading this it means I am gone and the house is now yours. You'll find directions to it in this letter as it was hidden by enchantments before we left to go into hiding. What you do with the house and the money, I leave entirely to you and your brother's choosing. I know first hand how quickly the world changes and I believe the age of manor houses and ballrooms, and lavish parties of my parents' life is not in keeping with the world you shall be a young woman.

I also want you to know how loved you are. We may not have expected you but we have never regretted your existence. You and your brother have been the shining star that has guided your mother and me through the dark years that have followed us since leaving Hogwarts. I know you will do incredible things in your life, my darling. Watching you grow these last few years has been the most wonderful experience of my life and being your father is the greatest privilege. Your mother and I love you and Harry more than anything in this world.

I know if you are reading these words, then the worst has happened and I am very sorry I never got to watch you grow into the beautiful young woman I know you will be. Luckily, you have been surrounded by loving friends and family since your birth and I know you and your brother will be well taken care of by your godfathers. Remus and Sirius are my brothers, as well as Peter, and they are some of the only people your mother and I would entrust our children to. Do me a favor? Tell them I love them for me.

Now, I hear your mother calling me for dinner and I must go have a wonderful meal cooked by the woman of my dreams, joined by the two most beautiful and wonderful children to ever exist. What a lucky man I am.

With all my love,

Dad

I can't help as tears fall down my face as I read my fathers words, words he hoped would never reach me, words he might have shown me himself, to which we would laugh at our good fortune and celebrate the 18 years we spent together as a family. I blink back tears and read through the letter again, soaking up the only piece of my father I have.

As I reread his mention of godfathers, a tightness grows in my chest. Sirius, I know, is Harry's godfather but Remus? I sit there, my knees pulled to my chest, for a moment before the realization hits me.

The letter in my hand, I run out of my room and into the halls, furiously walking to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, red clouding my vision as the truth of my life comes more clearly into focus. As I enter the darkened classroom, I see light spilling out from the office door at the back. I throw the door open to see Remus Lupin standing at a record player in the back, music playing softly from the speakers.

"Mia! Are you alright?" He asks, his eyes scanning my face with concern.

"Are you my godfather?" I blurt out, unable to control the anger coursing through my veins. Lupin pails and he nearly drops the record in his hands.

"W-Where did you hear that?" He asks, setting the record down and walking around his desk to face me. I hold out the letter, slightly crumpled from my rush through the halls. Lupin's hands shake as he takes the paper, his face growing somber as he reads the words my father wrote days before his death. The office is silent for a long moment, the only sound is the record player in the corner spinning still even after the music has come to an end. After a long moment, I break the silence again.

"So? Is it true?" Lupin looks up at me, tears shining unshed in his eyes, and nods slowly.

"Yes..." I close my eyes, willing myself not to cry as he hands me back the letter. I wait for him to continue but he doesn't. So I do.

"What, no excuses? No explanation as the where the fuck you've been the last fifteen years? Sirius Black being Harry's godfather is bad enough but you? You seem quite capable. I mean you're alive, seemingly sane and decent and yet I had no idea you existed until 5 months ago. Clearly my father was under the impression you'd have been a good guardian to his children and yet, what? You said no? Disappeared until I was old enough not to be a burden on you? Ran away and left the children of a man who called you brother to the care of their muggle aunt and uncle who made their lives a living hell? I assume you knew the state of my mother's relationship with her sister since you were good enough friends to be her child's godfather!" I rant, barely recognizing my own voice as it's clouded through grief and tears and barely contained anger.

"Mia-" He takes a step towards me, his hand outstretched and shaking but I step back, shaking my head as tears flow freely down my cheeks now.

"How could you have left us there? Without even as much as a letter? A visit? Not even a single sign that we were not entirely alone in the world? Do you have any idea what they were like? Any idea what we lived with for 15 years? How they lied to us about who we were ,who our parents were and how they died, how they locked us in the cupboard under the stairs when we used magic before we even knew magic was real!" I'm yelling now, rage over taking any sense of decency or respect for the man standing in front of me, looking guiltier than a man on trial for murder. All the rage I've stuffed down over the years about the circumstances of my life bubbles up as I realize what Harry and I could have been spared. I rage and I rage and I don't care if it wounds this man. "You know, all this time I've been wrong about you. All year, I've thought that you were good and kind, that you were giving Harry and I lessons out of empathy when really all along it's just been guilt! You claim to have cared about our parents and yet you abandoned the children they sacrificed their lives for... You... You're just as much of a coward as Sirius Black." I say before turning on my heel to leave.

"Mia! I-I tried. I promise you, I tried to take you but... I was told I wasn't fit," Lupin says, his voice breaks on the last word. I close my eyes, for a moment, frozen in my tracks as I stand under the doorframe.

"Then you didn't try hard enough," I say quietly before slamming the door behind me and running out of the classroom.

A/N: I’m sorry Remus, I love you I promise. Also i’m sorry it’s another all Mia chapter but Mattheo’s is next, i promise.

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manygalaxiesinone · 2 months

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Prinny Instructor Charlie & Vaggie Pt. 5

Valvatorez: "That concludes today's lecture, however there is still time before we begin combat training. Therefore, I would like everyone have a quick recap over everything we've discussed thus far. Here to aid us is none other than Charlie Morningstar."

Charlie: "Huh? Oh! Is it my time to shine?" Goes up to Valvatorez.

Valvatorez: "Charlie here along with her companion are upcoming prinny instructors. I expect each of you to get along well with one another throughout the year."

Charlie: "Hi everyone! As Val sensei said, I'm Charlie and I'm pretty new here, so it's nice to meet you all."

Prinnies: "Greetings, Charlie dood!"

Charlie: "Wow, such a positive response. Already off to a good start. Alright, recap. How about this, I'll ask you guys a question and if you get it right, I'll give you 10 HL? A nice way to start off your lives after graduation, right?"

Prinnies: "Aye aye, dood!"

Charlie: "Alright, let's kick things off with an easy one. What's prinny rule #1?"

Prinny: "Always use "dood" in every line, dood!"

Charlie: "Correct! Here's your 10 HL!"

Prinny: "Thank you so much, Charlie!"

Valvatorez: "You there, prinny! How could you get the question correct and immediately forget to use the line?!"

Prinny: "I-I'm sorry, Lord Valvatorez dood! It slipped out of excitement!"

Valvatorez: "Too late. You must start over from level one."

Charlie: "Isn't that a little harsh? It was an honest mistake."

Valvatorez: "You mustn't be too complacent with the prinnies, Charlie. Proper discipline but be placed to keep them in shape for when they depart."

Charlie: "That sounds so mean though..."

Valvatorez: "Mean? What are you, 4? I'm not insisting that you act cruel to the prinnies. In fact, I encourage the opposite, however, a proper balance must be kept between a prinny and their instructor. This is important for their reincarnation."

Charlie: "Mmm... I'll try to keep that in mind."

Valvatorez: "Excellent. I humbly apologize for the interruption. By all means, please continue your recap questionnaire."

Charlie: "Okay let's see... Oh! When are prinnies allowed to spend their money?"

Prinny: "Only on food and equipment because we need money for our reincarnation, dood!"

Charlie: "That's right!" Tosses 10 HL "Next, who came up with the standard Prinny Contract?"

Prinny: "The first President of Hades, dood!"

Charlie: "Right again!"

-later-

Charlie: "You all are some bright prinnies. I'll have to come up with some harder questions later on. For now, it's time for training. Fenrich and Vaggie should be waiting for you all in the training grounds right now. Good luck!"

Prinnies: "See you later, dood!"

Valvatorez: "Not bad, Charlie. Quite the unique idea for a recap session. I'll have to keep this in mind myself for future reference."

Charlie: "Really?"

Valvatorez: "Well, I'll consider swapping out the 10 HL reward for fresh sardines, but it is a clever progress check."

Charlie: "Thanks Val sensei! Just wait, I'll come up with even more ideas later on!"

Valvatorez: "I'll expect nothing less."

Fuka: "Valzyyyyy! You in here?! Did your class end yet?!"

Valvatorez: "The door is open, lass. You may enter."

Fuka: Enters. "Ha! I knew it! See Desco, we picked the perfect time!"

Desco: "What a relief. Desco was so worried she might be interrupting an important lecture."

Charlie: "Um... hi?"

Fuka: "Hey, who's the blonde haired lady?"

Desco: "Desco doesn't know, but this lady looks pretty, Big Sis."

Fuka: "Well... she has good skin care, I'll give her that."

Charlie: blushes. "Uhh... thank you?"

Valvatorez: "That's right, I never properly introduced the two of you. Lasses, this is Charlie Morningstar, a new prinny instructor candidate."

Charlie: "It's nice to meet you both."

Fuka: "Prinny Instructor? What made you want to take up this job? I'm guessing you're either bored, desperate for cash, or hiding your identity as some famous person like Valzy did."

Charlie: "Well, I am the princess of Hell... does that count?"

Fuka & Desco: ".......... YOU'RE WHAT?!!!"

#disgaea 4 #hazbin hotel #valvatorez #prinny #fuka kazamatsuri #desco #desco kazamatsuri #charlie morningstar

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stormblessed95 · 2 years

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Good morning Storm.

I think TKKrs have ruined Taekook for me. The cute pic that just posted of them with someone at Hobi’s party, or that video that surfaced of them dancing next to each other, I think to myself “so cuuuute”. And then its followed by “eeeesh, what are they going to explode this into”, and then the amount of hate that gets slung by both groups. I hope people know that both Tae and JK would pick Jimin over anyone, including each other. Let the guys have their moments and enjoy it rather then it turning into a freaking war.

Thanks,

Good Morning J,

We've interacted on here quite a few times and you seem like a nice cool person from those few interactions. So I'm going to hope that you take what I'm about to say to heart and know I mean it with kindness. 💜

I saw these pictures this morning. And my only response was to gush over their pretty smiles and be jealous of their producer getting 4 entire selcas with them all to himself! And honestly, anything more than that, anything where you feel like anyone is ruining taekook for you, is too far and not okay. When you find yourself starting to resent or not enjoy or only think of the backlash when ANY of the members interact, you need to check yourself and your behavior as a fan. Maybe take some steps back from everything while you process why and how you are feeling that way. And until you can come back to it with the understanding that NOTHING shippers do have any bearing on what the relationship and interactions are between the members. And not enjoying ANY of their bonds (regardless of if said bond is your favorite or not) will have you start bordering with the edge of anti behavior and is how those people you claim ruined a bond for you started out too. Don't go down that path.

You end your comment by saying let the guys have their moment and enjoy it. But can you say that you are giving advice that you yourself need to take as well? You aren't letting taekook have their moment. You yourself are coming here to a blog and bringing jimin into a taekook moment yourself and saying they would pick Jimin over each other. That's really just.... not cool. Let taekook have their moment and enjoy their moment as it is. They aren't responsible for their cultists being lunatics. I 100% understand the frustration tkkrs bring. Because they are horrible people who say horrible things about the other members, especially Jimin. But a reminder post here about how taekook and tkkrs are completely different and your reactions to them should be as well

Would it help if I remind you that ALL shippers can at times suck? If you can enjoy vmin despite the fact that I've seen some vminnies say some really shady awful shit about JK and Jikook, then the same should apply to taekook. Same for if you can enjoy jinkook despite the bullshit they too have said about JM and jikook. Same for some jikookers and the vile shit I've seem them say about Tae and taekook. If you want to DM me, I'd be more than willing to share those things. They aren't as big as a ship group or as loud. But they are there. Just check out report accounts for ALL the members and you can see it. I've even seen namjiners say shitty things about jikook before.

Every shipper group has its bad apples. They aren't all the same and tkkrs are a HUGE major problem. The things they did today are a HUGE major issue and problem. It's disgusting. Something should be done. I hope one day they feel great shame over their whole tkkr experience. But NONE OF THAT has anything to do with taekook, nor should impact how you see or interact with taekook content. If it does, then that's honestly on you and only you. You letting taekookers ruin taekook moments is on you, not them. Let them ruin their own fun. Be outraged at their bullshit. But don't let them impact BTS and your experiences with them. Block them. Curate your timeline. Report them to the company if it's needed and to various SM platforms when that's needed. But STOP searching for what they will say. STOP giving them the attention and reactions they want. Read up about how one should engage with cults if you must too. Lol but don't let their shittiness impact how wonderful the members friendships with each other are.

Sorry if I was harsh. But honestly, with all jkkrs talk about how taekook would hate this and would always pick Jimin. Jimin would HATE seeing this type of message about anyone not enjoying the cuteness of his babies for any reason. Those are his people. He ADORE them. Bet if he saw that selca at some point just adored how happy his babies looked. So can we just refrain from this sort of stuff PLEASE. Can we recognize the difference between ship and shippers. Can we enjoy without bias and without any blockages in our hearts? Please!

Again, sorry if I was harsh. I promise I do understand the frustration we all have with tkkrs and how horrible they usually are. I promise I do. Just please make sure we always keep that seperate from our members.

Thank you. Sorry, but I'll always want to defend taekook too here. And this felt like a needed reminder for EVERYONE. I'm not singling anyone out.

#taekook are jms babies #tkkrs are toxic it just is what it is #tkk are not responsible for their shippers #show only love its what the members deserve

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loorain · 6 months

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Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - Home Stretch

As Sigrid and Robin's wedding is now days away (yes, it's finally happening!), Sigrid heads to the venue to do some final checks to make sure everything is in order. Anya, ever the supportive sister-in-law and major help in the planning process, meets her to do one last check of the space.

Anya: Ah, been a minute since we've been here, huh?

Sigrid: I'm just glad we found this place. All thanks to you of course.

Anya: Well I know some things about wedding planning. Of course I have to use my learned skills to help my sister! Thank goodness you have me too, Robin would be so lost trying to do any of this stuff.

Sigrid: I'll admit he's been a bit naive to this whole wedding planning thing. It's nice to have your help. I just hope everything is coming along inside.

Anya: Well there's only one way to find out! After you, bride-to-be!

Anya and Sigrid make their way inside, taking a good look at the reception space which is looking very nice as things are being set up for the big day.

Anya: Another wedding happened here just yesterday so they're still switching things out, but this is looking very nice so far!

Sigrid: I agree! These vibes are perfect. Looks like everything is coming along in here. Can't wait to see the final result.

They take a good look around the reception space, making notes about the room and anything they may need to follow up on to make sure everything's perfect for the big day. Then, as they finish up they make their way to the ceremony room.

Anya: Wow...

Sigrid: Tell me about it...

Anya: I know we picked out this space for this reason, but... wow. This is beautiful.

Sigrid: It's perfect.

Anya: Is it starting to feel real?

Sigrid: It is... felt like this day would never come, to be honest. When I got pregnant with the twins, it felt like my life was being written for me and I was just having to go along for the ride. I love being a mom, but it doesn't mean it's been easy. But finally, something that I've really wanted for myself is coming true.

Anya: It is. You're finally marrying my blockhead brother.

Anya can't help but giggle to herself a little, watching as Sigrid admires the space as if she's not even there anymore. Sigrid imagines her future with Robin and their family, and her heart swells. Through it all, she knows that life has been leading her to this moment. Things seem brighter, and Sigrid feels at peace, albeit also a little flirty thinking about her love.

After finishing up at the venue, the two head to the next-door karaoke bar for a simple cocktail, Anya's treat. It allows them time to unwind, go over wedding plans, and bond deeper.

Anya: ...Trust me, married life has its ups and downs, but it's also so lovely. And you and Robin have literally the most perfect love story in the world, like, nauseatingly cute, and he's head-over-heels for you, so I'm sure things will be fine.

Sigrid: How did you know Haru was for you?

Anya: It was difficult. I really didn't know for a long time. I was involved with him and another guy for a while, but not really committed strongly to either of them. Then I got pregnant with Colt, and all of a sudden our paths were permanently intertwined. He was ready to go all in, but I felt the pressure coming in from all sides, and honestly, I choked. I had Colt, but I immediately gave him to Haru and said I couldn't be the mother he needed at that time. I didn't even really start getting to know my own son until he was a child. Still, through it all Haru always expressed his desire to be with me and to bring our family together under one roof. I was so focused on my career, and a kid and husband threatened to upend everything I worked towards.

Sigrid: But...?

Anya smiles softly, recalling her past.

Anya: But... over time... I realized I was running from my own destiny. I was afraid of not living up to the expectations I put on myself. That I wouldn't be a good mother like mine was to me. That I had failed her by following in her footsteps in becoming a teen mom. That I had completely screwed up my life simply because I was angry at the universe that it had taken her from me. In reality, being a mom, wife, and successful actress were all things I was made to be together.

Sigrid: I know what it's like to feel lost after the loss of a parent. I lost both of mine way too soon. Not to mention two of my siblings. It's always felt like life was happening to me, and I wondered if things would ever go the way I want them to. Getting pregnant so soon was not the plan, but the moment Robin expressed such excitement about being a dad, and when we saw them on that screen for the first time, I knew this was my path, as rocky as it may be.

Anya: Robin loves you. He has since the first time he met you all those years ago when he was just a dorky teenager. And now he's a dorky man.

Both Sigrid and Anya laugh.

Anya: No, but seriously, my brother is wonderful. He's a simple guy, and all he's wanted in life is to create the family Armani lost too soon. He idolizes his dad, and for good reason. He was amazing. He even became the dad I needed. After all, it was him that walked me down the aisle. My father came and gave some general congrats, but that was it. He was never there for me. Armani filled that void as best as he could, and he tried to fill it when that void grew stronger after my mom died. It wasn't always enough, but that's a lot to put on one sim. Despite this, he did his very best, and Robin has always intended to do the very same. I know my brother is a bit naive at times and maybe a bit too idealistic, but his passion for dreaming is what led him to you, and it's led both of you to this moment.

Sigrid: I love Robin. I do. I love our family. I love that you all have let me into your lives so warmly.

Anya: You're my sister. I'm always going to be here for you, and so will everyone else. We want the best for both of you.

Sigrid sighs.

Sigrid: Guess this is really what my life has always been leading up to.

Anya: Well, cheers to life taking us right where we need to be.

Sigrid smiles.

Sigrid: Cheers to that.

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✎ Flesh Torn Voids

《Eldritch Games》《Origins Biology》

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One day the Vessels were taken out of their world and returned irreversibly changed. These entities placed their eternal mark.

But just where do these Vessels disappear to when the entities will it so? Would you like to see?

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⌡ 🔏 Listen well, oh Reader from Faraway⌠

⌡ 🔏 Autonomy is lost. That is all I believe you need to beware⌠

⌡ 🔏 If I failed to caution thee against anything else within this tale, please tell me so⌠

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Flesh Torn Voids Ep.1 ✨ Wardrobe Changes & Strange Rearrangements

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Almost pitch black. Frantic breathing. Jumping and hitting the ceiling. Fist keeps hitting bedrock up above.

It keeps going.

The bedrock breaks. Jumping higher than ever before.

Clawing.

Breaking bedrock.

Repeat.

Stone . . .

Stone. Stone. Stone. Stone.

dirtdirtdirtdirt.

LUMINESCENCE . . .

blinking...blinking...blinking...

Jump up. Jump up. Jump up.

Green leaves rustling. Brown bark. Blue skies. White clouds. The sun up above.

Someone walking. Pale skin. Blonde hair. Green eye. Eyepatch. Black and purple clothes. Looks into the hole. Looks at them. Crouches.

A quiet feminine voice. "Hey, you good there?"

A man's voice rasps. "I've seen better days."

"Me too." The blonde stands up. "So where'd you come from?"

He turns around, looks into the tunnel. "I— I think I came out of the void." He faces the blonde again.

The blonde's voice isn't quiet. "What the fuck, you too?"

"Yes, where'd you get out from?" He drags himself out of his hole. Green grass under him now.

The blonde walks. "I dug out at around here, here come check it out." He follows them.

Another hole, as deep as his. They both look down.

"This is where I came out of."

"Ugh, I'm not looking down there. Don't want to see that shit again. I'll just believe you for now." He looks at the blonde.

The blonde starts looking all around them. "Nice to know that somebody else is in this predicament. Don't think you know where this place is either." They look at him. "Wanna be Void Buddies?"

"No. No more voids after today. I'm getting as far away from here as possible and burrying these holes til' they're filled." He looks back at the hole and where he came from.

"You wanna fill the void." He looks at the blonde.

"You know what I mean." A pause. "Do you know where you're from and what you were doing before the void happened to you?"

"Yeah I was beating the Ender Dragon with me and my friends." The blonde looks to the ground, walks aimlessly. "But then . . . I think we all died. Fell into the void too. Fuck I hope they're okay."

"Shit, you too? One minute I'm going to be a hero, the next I'm breaking bedrock." He sighs. "I hope my team is alright. Especially Mune . . . "

"A—" The blonde cuts themself off. Silence. They clear their throat. Their voice is clearer than ever before. "Did you happen to have a sword named The Blade Of Fallen Gods? Armor named after a fellow Godkiller?"

"H— How did you know that, who the hell are you?" He raises his voice, his voice that croaks. They stepp away.

A pause . . . the blonde stutters...

"T0ttle . . . ?" Their gaze is fixated on them.

His voice hitches. "You're the one tottling...Mune . . . ?" He looks at her.

"It's me alright, I had a kitten who was black and she was my familiar of Malum, her name was Malum and...what the hell happened to you? Last I checked your hair isn't blue."

"And you look like Fischl from Genshin Impact."

"Fischl? Genshin Impact?"

A tch. "You're uncultured as always. Where's some water to check myself out?"

"I dunno, it's just trees as far as I can see." BaAaAaAa "And animals."

"Well we've gotta find one then to see how we've changed." T0ttle walks towards nowhere.

"Yeah." Mune follows him.

Animals. Grass under their feet. The only audio for minutes.

The silence breaks to his voice. "So, how did the Void treat you? Are you still alright after it?"

She's quiet... "I'm thinking about it now and I don't actually remember anything. I remember how scared I was of everything, I remember dying and loads of emotions but before I broke bedrock I knew nothing."

They keep walking.

It's getting darker. The sun beyond the trees falls lower.

"How about you?"

"I don't remember anything either. I just know my emotions back then as well."

"That's a problem."

"Yup."

A pond up ahead. They run. Looking into it.

"Oh yes! Holy shit I'm Kaeya!"

"Is he from Genshin Impact also? Did we take over their bodies? Bodyswapping? Are they in our bodies now?"

"No, Kaeya didn't have stars in his hair or stars for freckles everywhere unless I missed something." He looks back at her. "You're also not wearing her Vision either, a gem that gives Fischl her powers."

"Awww, that's sucks. I never saw a gem on you either." She looks at him.

"Daww."

"And our voices are still the same. I feel stupid for not recognizing you earlier."

"We were disoriented and clawed out of the Void, don't beat yoursself over it."

They can see the stars.

She yawns. "It's getting dark."

"Oh shit you're right, quick we've gotta make shelter real quick." He runs to a tree. He collects wood.

She walks to a nearby tree. Chops it down.

Groaning. Rattling.

Swift whispering. "Quick, quick, quick!"

"Yeah yeah yeah!"

He makes a crafting table. A wooden pick.

A shriek. He looks to it. Too many skeletons. They weren't there before. They're surrounding her. They're shooting mobs surrounding them. They're shooting him. He runs behind trees. Walls himself off with wood.

Pitch black.

Rattling. Arrows. Groaning. Her panic.

Wheezing.

Clucking...

The planks in front of him breaks. Mune's face. "It's— it's safe now. They're all gone now! I'm not hurt!"

"Mune. Where the hell did all those skeletons come from?" He breaks down the remaining planks.

"I dunno! One minute a zombie's hitting me the next skeletons are all around me." She digs dirt with a wooden shovel.

"Well then how did you do that?" He follows her into the staircase. He closes the entrance. He's moving sluggishly.

She stops. She looks towards him. "Hey you're emitting light."

"Wha—" He looks down. He can easily sees what's right next to him in the dark. Further along is difficult. "Holy, I am."

She gets behind him. "You can see so you take the lead."

"Huh?! We were stuck in the void, surely you can see in the dark just as well."

Amusement. "You're the nightlight."

A huff. "Fine."

He mines stone.

He mines coal.

"Oh yes! Torches!"

He places one nearby. He climbs up the steps.

He lights the staircase walls.

He digs into the wall.

A five by five space. Three blocks of height.

He digs out the floor. He places dirt.

"This is probably better to sleep on than just stone."

"Yeh."

She lies down. He lies down.

Fading to black. Shifting in dirt. Tossing. Turning.

There's light now. T0ttle's and torches.

He looks at Mune. She sits against the wall. She looks down.

"Mune . . . you have to sleep . . . "

"I can't and neither can you. You probably just closed your eyes like I did."

" . . . "

"Why can't you sleep?"

"I've slept in worse, several times before but..." she stands up. She paces. "The idea of closing my eyes, laying down on the ground and sleeping paralyzed me. It gave me the same feeling when the zombie hit me and the skeletons popped up to save me."

She stands still.

"Can you describe that feeling?" He gets up.

"I can't I can't, I just think..."

"I think it came from the void."

"Claustrophobia?"

"N- no I haven't felt that. Nothing's wrong with where I sleep, it's sleeping I'm scared off."

"Oh. Well how is your fear of sleeping connected to your new powers?"

"Um . . . I...think it's connected to death somehow. I can see bodies that aren't there. Bodies of people who are dead I think. And I think I pulled a bunch of them out and made them skeletons when I made them..."

"Since when could you raise the dead?"

"I don't know. I don't know anything about how I got this knowledge T0ttle. I know so much about death and dying and raising the dead but I don't know where it came from and— and— it scared me and—"

Voice cracking. Sobbing. "T0ttle I don't think I'm alright! I don't think I'm alright—!"

Hitching. He walks up to her. She raised her arms. Hugging.

"What the fuck did the Void do to us Mune? What the fuck did it do?"

Her sobbing . . .

The intro plays now.

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Minecraft Hardcore Survival ft. AbyssBorneDream

Surprise surprise Flesh Torn Voids was in fact a sequel to a Minecraft Hardcore series with little roleplaying if any at all.

There was one main goal across the whole series and it was to defeat the Ender Dragon.

They died trying, ending the series.

Abyss played a character and roleplayed sometimes. G0tt just played the game normally, occasionally playing along with Abyss in roleplaying.

G0tt and Abyss played all by themselves at first but occasionally had guests in the form of some friends. Some guests were temporary while others came back for the final battle against the Ender Dragon.

They all died. Some died on the islands whilst others fell into the void.

Flesh Torn Voids

Years after the end of the Hardcore series, Abyss would get the idea to make a more roleplay-oriented smp. One with mods.

Using their Hardcore series as inspiration, she would come up with the concept of everyone in the final battle having fallen into the void, dead or alive, and be permanently changed by it.

It would take a long time, but everyone escapes the void.

She convinces not just G0tt, but the eight other friends—some of them guests from the past series and some new—to join in.

The degree to which everyone roleplays varies. (See Mune not knowing Genshin Impact because she has no canonical means of knowing it while T0ttle knows it because G0tt knows it)

Nevertheless everyone plays a character, and has a Genshin Skin for the roleplay. It's going to become a reoccuring gag.

Everyone is recording their POVs and uploading them on YouTube. Everyone starts their series around the same time the duo does.

Anyways here's some lore.

The team dies against the Enderdragon and succumbs to the Void.

An unknown period of time later, they all successfully tear open the void with just their limbs, and break bedrock—two feats said to be impossible—and clawed into the world. Let's not even get to how they always resurrect after death as Mune and T0ttle will find.

Aside from Mune and T0ttle, everyone ends up in different dimesions and locations, no matter how illogical.

As they find one another around in this new world, they must work together to rediscover their missing memories, learn why they have these powers now (origins), and bond along the way.

That isn't to say that some people want to pursue the truth, however; they escaped death once, and wish not to tempt fate once again. So please, may they have a life where they may forget death?

Some people like WardeNyah just made their accounts recently since they wanted to join the server.

In terms of the lore, some characters look different than before the void, others do not. Example: WardeNyah's character

When I said that AbyssBorneDream was dedicated to roleplaying? I meant it. If any addons and mods down below are uncompatible, bet on Abyss to have reprogrammed them to be compatible. She also likely modifies them for a friend who wants some part of a mod to work differently, for quality of life chances, or for the sake of the lore.

The Modpack includes: Optifine, Pehkui, Origins, Origins: Umbrellas, Medieval Origins, Lato Origins, Quickster Origins, Volcanic Dragon Origins, Honey Bee Origin, Genesis, Starborne Origin V5.

The Aether, The Twilight Forest, Biomes O' Plenty, The Bumblezone, Blue Skies, The Undergarden, Runic Dungeons, Dimensional Doors

Probably some other mods in there, but those can be whatever you want.

"The void, doesn't take just all of your items. When you fall out of the world, you lose your everything." "Or at least we were supposed to." "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth." -Dialogue idea for the RP

The Players

Yeah everyone wanted Genshin Impact skins for a Minecraft Roleplay lol. They also take their Skins to other servers like Hypixel or single player worlds as well

That doesn't mean they don't fuck around in Genshin Impact however, they have plenty of fun running around in Teyvat with eachother, wrecking havoc, building shit, mining, exploring the Abyss and trying to build up to Celestia whilst getting smited down again and again.

"cmon cmon we can totally kill Celestia this time around, CMON!"

Somebody asks their friends to help cuz they got lost in the Abyss, set their spawnpoint there and keep gettign spawn killed.

The death messages give everyone an aneurysm.

Someone is gonna try to fight the Players so that they release the Skins from their hold but they'll learn it's futile rip

The Skins

AKA The Vessels

Poor guys are trapped in their bodies and can only watch their bodies be piloted.

They also feel everything the Players do with them. From pain to moving, to the beds they sleep in, they still feel everything and maybe it helps with muscle memory for some tricks like speedbridging.

Yeah idk if i mentioned this is Creeper, AWWW Man! but they have inventory as well plus the ability to break and build like a player

Speaking of inventories, anything a Player keeps in their inventory after logging off stays in the inventories of their Skins, meaning the Skins can keep otherworldly shit on them and use it in Teyvat.

Also, uh, if T0ttle, saying that Kaeya has no star freckles nor stars in his hair didn't make it obvious, the Players modified their Skins to fit with their Origins and those changes are permanent to their bodies. Clothes not so much, those can be changed but body modifications are permanent.

Also their origins obviously alter their biologies permanently.

What are everyone's said Origins now you ask?

Kaeya -> Starborne

Fischl -> Necromancer

Eremite -> Warden

Tartaglia -> Merling

Wanderer -> Quickster

Kazuha's Friend -> Phantom

Hu Tao -> Nukelian

Dorian -> Honey Bee

FellFlower -> Siren

Geo Abyss Mage -> Dragonkin turned Volcanic Dragon

More on this in Origins Biology.`

#✎ My Creations #✎ Eldritch Games #genshin impact x minecraft #minecraft x genshin impact #genshin impact isekai au #genshin isekai au #kaeya genshin impact #fischl genshin impact #G0tt1stT0t #AbyssBorneDream #tw loss of autonomy #genshin impact au

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dark-muse-iris · 1 year

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Pre-dystopian era truly encapsulates pre 2020 now doesn't it? 😂 The things the last 2 almost 3 years have brought forth in humanity is 👀 disappointing at the best of times.

I'm surprised to see just how the app has changed, as I haven't had the chance to hop on desktop just yet. It seems...almost functioning? No more character limit on asks is nice as now I don't have to break this into 6 different messages 😂 New settings and everything else to try and figure out.

I've turned 24 this last July, and the last time I was truly active on here I was 21 so the personal growth and loss that have come with that is interesting for sure. I've lost both my grandmas in the past year and my living grandfather has already remarried (oh boy the family drama that caused), moved twice and live with my boyfriend of 3 years, have gone NC with his narc family and LC with mine as best as possible, started a job that has me earning the most I ever have financially but definitely have cost a part of my soul 💀😂 and I'm trying my best to get to a place in my life where I'm debt free and in a industry I actually love and care for (cannabis and growing it) and get my boyfriend the disability coverage he needs but I'm sure you're well aware that its a poor joke of trying to get that approved. So on some notes, its been good and I've changed into a better person but also if anything bad happens in 2023 I'm very fragile about it 😂😅

I understand the "striving for mediocrety" as a workplace mentality, and just how exhausting it can feel with wanting to bring better things to the office and just getting shot down. The old dodgers of "this is how we've always done it" dont always seem to realize that doing the same thing for 40+ years only works when the system isn't as broken as it is (or if it even worked in the first place). Is being remote going to give you the chances to take care of your sleep issues and anything else health related thats popped up for you? Ik last I checked you were doing the testing to see if it was more than standard narcolepsy.

(I'll probably message again and finish my thoughts but I am night shift and my break just ended so I gotta head back. It's so nice talking to you again ☺️💕)

I’m sorry to hear about your grandmas. I lost two of mine since 2020 and it’s been really hard on the family. If my grandfather had remarried that quickly, I’d be scratching my head as to how they were able to make it happen. My grandfather doesn’t appear to be dating, but that’s likely because 1) he cooks, and 2) he’s got stage 4 cancer, courtesy of U.S. chemical warfare in Vietnam.

As someone who works in a soul-sucking job that pays well, let me just say: it’s worth it. It is absolutely worth it to have a full belly and warm place to sleep during recession years. When I worked in industries I loved and didn’t have enough to eat, I resented my dreams and hated myself for having them. Letting those dreams go gave me the chance to have other dreams and I’ve been able to forgive myself for being so hard in my early 20s. It can take years to get the life you want, so don’t let anyone shit on you for doing what you have to do to eat in the meantime, especially anyone of the older generations who did their part to suppress our standard of living.

The insistence on clinging to broken systems of the past is one big reason I transferred jobs. There’s a lot of that still going around. My managers were panicking and kept asking why I was leaving; I think they finally understood how far I’m willing to go to make sure “office culture” won’t waste my time anymore. For me, being a remote employee streamlines my workflow and reduces my workplace accommodations for narcolepsy by half. It’s also much easier to manage my ADHD at home where I can remove distractions. In the office, no one was working on our job shit; everyone just gathered around to talk about their kids or health problems or ridiculous work drama they didn’t plan on fixing themselves. I had forgotten how much time people wasted just bitching for nothing. When I hear a complaint, I want to fix the problem and get rid of it, but that wasn’t a good fit. My colleagues wanted free therapy from someone their kid’s age because *surprise* their kid isn’t talking to them anymore.

I’m hopeful for cannabis and glad you’re pursuing the field! It’s not fully legal where I live, but I have many chronically ill family and friends who rely on it because they can’t take meds or afford the healthcare they need. I have some family who are growers in different states where it’s allowed and they’re happy with the work they’re doing. I never had the green thumb for that; I’m the only who would take dead grass and make a basket out of it.

#iris answers

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i missed u too 🥺 i felt really bad abt not coming to say hi bc i always disappear but here i am!! i'm on winter break for uni but still studying bc i have exams right when i come back 😭 i've been doing well tho, 5/8 exams have already been taken and i think i've passed most of them with nice marks 🤓 still have a whole semester left tho...

how are you doing??? i'm also missing treasure as always, damn whygee 😤 i haven't heard sneakers yet so i'll be sure to check it out!! also so excited to see clips from ISAC even tho everyone hates it 😭😭😭 i like seeing the besties <3

oh pls don't feel bad !! i often wonder how you're doing but i know you've been so busy, i'm always happy just to see you randomly pop up on the dash 💖 i'm rly proud of you for juggling so much at once and doing so well in your studies !! 8 exams is far too many, i don't miss those days from my first degree 😭 wishing you well for the ones left to go and i hope u can enjoy your break in the meantime !!

i've had a weird / good summer but i just realized that i only have a few weeks left of it and my head started spinning JDSJGB i can't believe i'm 2 semesters away from graduating myself, and that means this year i'm really going to have to actually start planning for what comes next. it's exciting and also scary to know that the pages will really be turning for my next chapter after a lonnnng stretch of being in one place and working so hard laying the foundation for a future that felt really far off and suddenly it ... isn't anymore. so i guess one day at a time right and i'm sure you all will be here every step of the way (me crisis posting constantly JKDBJGHB).

i've been so happy w the anniversary content we've been getting and i ordered one of the sweatshirts they dropped the preorder from yesterday, the design though idk whygee i feel like maybe we've been looking at my blog KJDSBGJHB the aesthetic is very in line w my jihoon day post hmmm ....... i kid but i really am wondering if they'll hit us with a cb announcement with the festivities this weekend. here's hoping praying crying etc !! i miss my babies !!!!

#i'm neutral on isac itself but i LOVE the cross group content absolutely #sending u the biggest hug !!!!#erimail #mail from: mimu! 🍯#long post

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Hello hello! Seattle anon again :)

So reading your reply was so exciting! Getting more insight as to how + why you wrote Marc and Rebecca the way you did was super interesting!! Also I totally agree - while Rebecca is clearly a very strong person, she is human and had a very tough life which would make anyone vulnerable to abuse! Thank you so much for the recommendations too, I think I'm gonna start with Leather and Lace but honestly I'm excited for your whole masterlist 😊😊

Also just want to say I read your little update about how you've been doing and I want to say that I am so sorry you've been going through a tough time and wish you the absolute best. Like you said it takes time to feel better but I am so glad that you're here and hope you have more good days 💜 Also I am SO impressed by how you are doing in your classes. The topics you are studying also seem very interesting!!

Now, I have read all your TF boys headcanons bc they are just SOOO good. I truly want to praise every word, but that seemed like it would make the ask way too long so I just licked some highlights:

Benny having struggled with bulimia bc of his athletic background was such a genius way to incorporate his characterisation and to write one of the most heartbrakingly realistic aspects of mental health struggles, which is that when it happens to someone you love it can feel so different from how it feels when it's haopening to you. Like SO so often when we hear negative self-talk from friends it is to say "that's not true" but when we look at ourselves the negative things we think feel like it's just the truth. The way Benny was basically doing the same thing but with bulimia (it's "justified" when he does it but he can't figure out for the life of him why his partner, whom he thinks if so highly, would do such a thing) was such a well thought-out detail.

Will being extra excited about the pie in the acts of service love language headcanon? ADORABLE

Having to frame taking care of Will as asking for a favour? Yeeeeeeeeeaaah

Hope you have a nice day :)

Hello again!!!! so happy to hear from you!

As far as life update, im getting through it. I saw a childhood friend the other day which was nice. She and I have known each other for like 16 years and despite each of of moving around we've managed to see each other like once a year or more. This year we've about an hour and a half apart but she went to visit her mom and we met up for coffee with her new baby so that was nice. I told her I wasnt myself and didnth think i'd be good company, but she said she wanted to see my if i was up for it, weather or not i'd be "fun." She also brought me a lil care packege and I got to hold her two month old baby <3

Hoping to make it to shabbat tomorrow which i think will be nice, haven't been able to go since Rosh Hashanah

Every kind of person can fall victim to abuse, and I appreciate Marc's defense of her and caretaking but still trying to allow her her dignity. Like in chapter 3 at the end, Steven meeting Becca he was trying to hard to make her feel welcomed, take away her worries like paying for things but that's not what Rebecca wants. She wants to be indipendant and relying on Marc is embaressing to her.

You mentioned before that you wanted to check out leather and lace, and 0 pressure but the fun thing with that is it's a whole universe, so if you choose to keep going, after that is Frankie's story, and im currently working on Will's, then Benny's. It'll be touched on in Will's story but come up more in Benny's, his struggle with bulimia. I think about these boys a lot and have a lot of hc's that are canon to me, like benny having a drinking problem and eating disorder, Frankie loving grunge, Sant always has an older sister to me and the Miller boy's dad was abusive.

Im glad you seem to love will like I do. he's my baby

#romana answers asks #seattle moon knight series

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le-souriant · 1 year

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#MusicMonday Review - December 2022

#MusicMonday is the hashtag I've been using for quite a while to share music recommendations from up-and-coming artists. Always fresh, and always different, trying to look for trends before they become one. You can check November's review for more music.

Welcome to the last #MusicMonday of the year! Let's have a recap of the most popular genres of the year with some cool tracks, and a word from the artists themselves. 🎧

Michi Sanz – Hey Siri

¿Será que no me quiere? ¿Será que ya no me ama? ¿Estará con sus amigos diciendo que no me extraña? Que no me quiere pero se engaña, Por qué todas las madrugadas (El me llama)

Qué raro que tú, diciendo que esto fue mi actitud, Y no se que tú esperas de mi De mi parte esto ya se acabó.

We begin with a (not so) upbeat Latin Pop track from Maracay, Venezuela. Can we ask the virtual assistant how to unbreak a heart?

"The theme tells a story of heartbreak in which Siri is the main protagonist and virtual confidante. I went for old Avril Lavigne, Olivia Rodrigo sounds. My favorite part of creating this track was being able to flow organically with genres that were new to me."

Rolling Thunder – Sunny's Song

As nice as you look I'm sure you can tell No one in this room wants to buy what you sell

A face on the board and a staple in time 'Til one off the belt comes and takes all the light

A wink of the eye and a stick of the tongue Distracts from the fact that you're not having fun A half empty drink warm and flat in your hand Allows you to think that it's all gone to plan

Next genre: Indie Rock from Northampton, England, with a tale of the life of those who make a living giving discount codes with a fake smile:

"I started writing the song just as the first lockdown happened, I was up in Nottingham by myself away from the rest of the boys and the only thing I could do was write.

Thematically the biggest inspiration for the song was influencer culture. I was seeing pictures of these love island contestants getting spat out onto club circuits and they all had nothing behind the eyes and looked miserable. A lot of it is about describing the experience and trying to show how quickly you can get it and how quickly it can be taken away."

The Collectors – Don't Be Afraid

Well there's no easy way out All you do is doubt All your hopes and dreams away

You need to find a way for a better day But all you got to do is pay Now you're on your own and close To the bone when you Think about it again

Representing Brit Pop, a band from Stockton-on-Tees, England with a song about understanding there's no one to blame about the life you decide to live. Just don't be afraid:

"It was just one of them days where you worry but you can't really do anything about it but daydream your thoughts away."

Lantern By Sea – Ghost Story

I was never too good at goodbyes I’d pace the backyard beneath a veil of light Oh, how was I supposed to move on With a love not gone away?

On this long road I’ve been so alone Passing through towns that I’ll never call home But God I wouldn’t take another path If my will can last the nightFrom Provo, UT, this cinematic song takes us on a journey about watching from a distance, in true Indie Folk style:

"Ghost Story was inspired by being stuck in over-romanticized memories, memories of being young and care free, memories of being in love. Constantly revisiting them and never moving on."

Arrester – The Worst People... Having the Time of Their Lives

We never miss our rent Got every seasons clothes We can't afford to buy a house Just like everyone we know

Keeping our heads down Has served us well so far Never seem to get ahead But we've got a nice new car

Open my eyes to find a shocking surprise The worst people having the time of their lives

Finally, let's travel to Toronto, CA to get a taste of Australian Indie with a song that warns about staying in our lanes, and being complacent:

"Just seeing the glee with which the right wing in the US and elsewhere we’re going about their awful business. That and feeling my middle class white guy-ness was part of the problem essentially. The whole album is kind of in that vein."

#MusicMonday 2022

What a way to finish the year! We say goodbye to 2022 with this year's compilation. 99 titles from original artists covering plenty of different genres, all representing the multiple trends independent artists are proud to establish. Have a listen:

Preview 2023 and much more on the complete Playlist

@osornios

#music #MusicMonday #review #december #2022

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im-always-the-problem-its-me · 1 year

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i am battling too much, mostly i am losing against myself.

i have had a nasty cold all week that is finally starting to feel like it's on the mend. i've spent way too much time in bed when my spirit has longed to finally exert some of the long awaited creative energy that finally found its spark.

i had many difficult, yet enlightening, conversations before the onset of the cold. i realized the danger of 'in the moment' feelings. in hindsight, these fleeting moments of pleasure leave me empty and guilty at times. the guilt comes from the fact that there is nothing i can do about changing the past but parts of me insist on keeping dying embers blazing. the fire is out. i need to accept this. i need to be firm about it. i need to tell certain parties that i can no longer engage in the nonsense that i have been in the hopes that some future fleeting moment can happen because it will only lead to disaster.

i've had time to ponder while i've been healing and it really opened my eyes to my present situation. i did a 'life check' so to speak. in the midst of complete misery i started to see how far i've come. i didn't completely fall into bad eating habits even though i know i'm constantly feeling awful about how i look. i'm eating (even if it's sparingly, but i'm not at a danger level and with the support i reached out for, i think i can be okay for awhile...i can't get my mind to shut up about body image, but for now, i'm not starving myself...that's a good thing, it truly is) and i'm dealing with the guilt about eating even though i'm eating 'good things'. i don't know how to get out of the disordered phase of thinking, but one step at a time. i haven't fallen into a complete state of despair or psychosis even if to the outside it may look like i've given up on life. i'm just taking things more slowly. i'm not giving in to the pressure to be some 'success' when i have nothing to prove to the world or anyone. i'm disabled. i'm ill. i'm doing the best i can within the limitations of that and most days i can find at least one thing to be happy about. i have no long term goals at the moment and i need to retrain myself to stop believing that i do. i take care of my hygiene, my 'adult responsibilities' such as chores and bill paying, and i am keeping all of my medical appointments. all of that in itself is tiring enough so trying to add in any superficial nonsense to 'show the world that i am okay because i'm doing so many things!' would just be self-abuse at this point.

i'm keeping in touch with people. i'm writing letters by mail even because i believe it's a nice, personal thing that helps me feel more connected with someone rather than these techno boxes we've all stuffed ourselves in. i may be on my own here on this distant island for now but there are plans to change that. i just have to be patient about this move and not try to force things. all in due time. it's out of my hands for now anyway.

the biggest thing i thought of during my reflections was 'hey, you're alive.' that's a big feat in itself. just a few years ago i thought i wouldn't be and although that time wasn't the lowest i've ever been, i seriously wanted to give up and i nearly did. i'm still here and honestly, i'm good with that for the first time in a long time. things are continually changing for me, but i feel i am able to 'keep up' with those changes because there's a lot of the old me that i'm not holding on to anymore.

so i've lost to myself because i stopped fighting myself. this is a good thing. i'm fighting way bigger battles and i was standing in my own way too much because i couldn't cope with everything anymore. i'm glad to be in a better place. it's not perfect, but it's better. and the rest of these rough edges i am working to smooth out. but first i must recover from this cold and jot down these creative ideas i have with hope that i can be well enough to work on these projects soon. one at a time. one hour at a time.

#personal #chronic illness #mental illness #recovery #writing

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freddieslater · 3 years

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MCU Ships That Could Deafeat Thanos: Thundershield | Steve Rogers x Thor Odinson

Requested by anonymous

[Full thing on ao3]

"No." The answer comes out so clear and decisive that even Thor's a little surprised by it, but as soon as he says it, he knows it to be the truth. "I don't want to go back even knowing I can if I so desire. Because I would be living a lie. Those versions of the people I love... they aren't mine. And I wouldn't belong there with them. Not anymore, that's a different version of me, that's his life. Not mine."

Steve sighs again and starts to shake his head. "I know what you're trying to say, but... it's not the same for me."

"No, I know," Thor agrees. "It's different. I would be messing with the timeline, stopping things that need to happen. You would be... well, happy."

"Don't... do that," Steve pleads, turning away from him again, closing his eyes against it all. "It's not that I'm not happy."

"But you do regret it? Crashing your plane into the ice?"

There's a pause between them as he lets Steve think it over.

"I don't... I don't regret that I ended up here. That I became an Avenger with you guys, or everything we've done over these last few years. I don't regret this life I've lived since I woke up, but it's—it's not mine—“

"But it is," Thor argues, exasperation slipping into his voice, trying to reason with him. "This life—it may not be the one you were meant to live, but it's the one you have, and—and going back? It erases all of those things you say you don't regret."

"Why does everyone think that?" Steve asks, his frustration clear in his voice. "You and Bucky make it sound like such a bad thing, for me to want to go back. Why? I shouldn't be here, and I don't—I don't belong here."

"Neither does your friend Bucky. Yet he's staying."

Steve drops his head forward, hands clenching. Thor just watches him drag them through his hair.

"Alien girl. The green one. She doesn't belong here, not this version of her. But she stays. Well, not on this planet, but she's staying in a timeline she isn't from with a man who's supposed to be her partner but she currently loathes, so... that's something."

He almost pulls a chuckle from Steve. It's quiet amusement, more of a smile and an exhale. But it's something.

"I belong on Asgard," Thor then says. "Yet I've had to make a new life here. Without my brother, my mother, my father, and a lot of my people. But I keep telling myself, it'll be alright. You know why?"

The answer is obvious to Steve already. His smile fades a little, but it's still there, as though engraved in his face permanently. He drops his hands from his face and looks up at Thor expectantly.

"Why?" he asks.

And Thor smiles, leans in to clasp a hand on Steve's shoulder, and says, "Because I know I have people I love all around me. And people who love me. This may not be where I belong, but I can handle it. Because I can see any of you whenever I feel like I'm alone. I'm reminded that I am far from it, and that, now, this is where I belong. Not here, specifically, but in this place in time."

Steve stares back at him. He gets the point. As much as he may not want to, Thor can tell that he does, as he takes a deep breath.

"It's just... it feels wrong to stay," he admits. "With..." He bites down on the insides of his cheek. "With Tony gone, and... Nat. It just doesn't feel right to stay here knowing that they're not."

Squeezing his shoulder, Thor nods. "I understand. Truly, I do. I..."

His fingers press a little harder than intended, but Steve says nothing as Thor speaks through his teeth, "I miss them, too. Every moment, I'm reminded of them, again and again. But, you realize that going back to a time before you met them won't rid you of the grief of losing them? It'll still be there with you. Only, you won't have anyone who understands the pain that you are feeling. You'd be more alone than you may feel here."

Steve knows he's right. Going back wouldn't make him feel better. Or happier. It would just be escaping.

He tries for a small smile, and cuts his eyes away, turning his head as well. The bad feeling returns to the pit of Thor's stomach and winding around his heart like a weight pulling it down. But he knows that Steve needed to hear it. They both did.

He releases Steve's shoulder and pulls his hand back. It feels cruel, to leave him with no comfort, but he has to for himself. Maybe he's a bit of a hypocrite; to say all of that all while knowing he's probably going to up and leave to join the Guardians in the next few days. Getting too attached to this New Asgard, it wouldn't go well for him. Neither would becoming too attached to the people he does have left.

What's really the difference between that and running away? Valkyrie's been trying to talk him into staying after making her the new King. Maybe... Maybe he should try. He just won't have the weight of all of his people on his shoulders this time. He could just... be one of them.

"I guess," Steve starts, shrugging, "I could go back to Brooklyn. See if the flat Nat and I used to stay in is still available. Or find a new one." He drags the back of his hand across his face and Thor isn't sure if it's to hide his sadness or wipe away the last traces of it. "I could keep an eye on the kid, then. Peter could probably use some support around him from us after everything that went down. And I'll see if I can find Wanda."

Thor nods but stares down into the water with a frown. It hadn't occurred to him how badly it might be hurting Peter. Or that Wanda might not be in the best state of mind. They haven't seen or heard from either of them since the funeral.

"You should check in on them," he agrees.

"What about you?" Steve asks, curious. "What are you going to do?"

Thor takes a deep breath. His answer a few minutes ago was somewhat simpler. Now...

"I think I might stay here," he says. "My people... these people... they don't need me to lead them anymore, but it would be nice to be with them. I did agree to help the Guardians, so I'll probably have to do that first, but I would only be gone a little while."

He glances at Steve to gauge a reaction. He's nodding, and when he says he might leave, he just makes a quiet, "Oh" but doesn't seem betrayed. Maybe a bit disappointed. Like he wants him to stay, which is entirely understandable considering he did just talk him into staying.

"You'll be the first one I come to see when I get back," he tells him sincerely.

Steve really does smile at that. He lifts his head with one more deep inhale, then looks at him, and says, "Good. And if you disappear off the face of the planet for a year after that speech then I'm getting Carol to take me up there and find you myself."

He's the one to reach out this time, patting Thor's leg with a kind, warm glint in his eyes. It hadn't been there when he got here, but Thor's glad to see it returned home safely.

"We gotta stick together. Right?"

Thor smiles back. "Of course."

They talk for a little while longer, until they eventually say their goodbyes. It's hard. Thor admittedly still worries that, the second he goes off with the Guardians, Steve might feel alone again and decide that it's no longer worth staying. Steve assures him that he knows now he can't do that. Not to the others, and not to himself.

And so they separate, for the time being, Thor going off to help the Guardians, and Steve going back to Brooklyn to check in on Peter before he starts trying to locate Wanda. But they promise it won't be long before they see each other again.

#mcu #marvel #mcuedit #thundershield #steve rogers #thor odinson #steve x thor #thor x steve #rowing the rarepair rowboat #mcu ships that could deafeat thanos #myedit*#this took me forever to actually get around to doing so I am so incredibly sorry anon #I’m not sure how in character they are as I still haven’t auite figured iut characterisation for mcu characters yet #but I’m working on it!#and also this is technically a snippet because I couldn’t afford to post the full 2k works that I wrote for this here #so it will be on ao3 #hope you’re still around anon!!

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angel-riki · 3 years

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Dazed & Dreaming {Ch. 3 }

summary: Y/N's life was always quite normal, some may even consider it boring. However, Y/N enjoyed her simple life and the little pleasures it brought. Unfortunately, that all changed the day she found out her best friend's biggest secret. Her discovery leads her down a rabbit hole of a new and confusing world she never knew existed. She must now navigate this new life filled with love, fear, and the supernatural. What awaits her down this path?

pairing: enhypen x reader (vampire au)

warnings: light swearing

word count: 1,658

chapters: [Ch.1] [Ch.2] [Ch.4]

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God, the weekend can't come soon enough. You sighed as you strolled through the hall to go grab the books for your next class. As you approached your locker, you noticed Heeseung was there waiting for you. He was hard to miss since he towered over all of the lockers. Has he always been this tall? Your heart fluttered and you couldn't keep from smiling. He waved at you as you got closer.

"Hey, Y/N!" he said cheerfully.

"Hello," you replied, "What are you doing here? Not that I mind or anything!" You tried not to sound rude, you were just confused. Your schedules were completely different and his locker was in an entirely different wing than yours. Usually, you only saw each other at lunch.

"I just thought I'd come see you...I missed you," he admitted.

You were not ready for that answer. It was like he was trying to make you fall in love with him. Your face was burning up, you probably looked ridiculous.

"Oh, that's really sweet. I missed you too," you returned his kindness with a giggle.

Now, it was his turn to blush. He looked away from you, trying to contain his smile. It seemed like you had the same effect on him that he had on you.

Heeseung ended up walking you to your next class, chatting on the way. You were sad you only got to talk for a few minutes, but you'd see him soon since lunch was right after.

You set your stuff down at your desk and pulled out your books. As everyone settled into class, your teacher announced that today was going to be a work day. You were relieved because you had a couple of assignments you desperately needed to catch up on. You cracked your knuckles before getting to work. You managed to focus surprisingly well, considering Heeseung was taking up 90% of your thoughts. You ended up getting completely caught up with all of your assignments before the bell rang. Feeling accomplished, you packed up your books and headed to the cafeteria.

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You looked around for Jake and Heeseung like usual, tray in hand. You spotted them sitting with three other boys that you didn't recognize. Two of them were blonde and the other had black hair. Maybe they're those other boys that Jake and Heeseung talked about, you thought while heading to their table. Jake looked up from their conversation and noticed you approaching them.

"Hey, Y/N!" He smiled wide while motioning for you to sit next to him. The rest of the boys looked up and noticed you as well. You waved at them all, a bit intimidated. As you joined them, Jake introduced you all. "Everyone, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Sunoo, Jungwon, and Niki," he explained. You smiled at the new faces,

"Hello, nice to meet you all," you said with a gentle smile. Wow, they're all so cute, you thought. Were all of Jakes friends this good looking? The three boys stared back at you in awe.

"Wow, you're Y/N? Jake has told us so much about you!" Sunoo chimed in excitedly. He really reminded you of a puppy.

"Yeah, he talks about you a lot," Niki admitted.

"It's nice to finally meet you!" Jungwon added with kind eyes.

You became less tense as you heard their words. You were touched, Jake really talks about me that much? You looked over at him and you noticed his cheeks were dusted pink. Why does he seem embarrassed? You decided not to think into it too much as the boys carried on their conversation.

"Where's Sunghoon? Shouldn't he be here by now?" Niki asked, confused.

"He had lunch detention so he'll probably get here pretty late, if at all," Jake said. They all chuckled. None of them looked surprised, a few even rolled their eyes. This seemed to be a common occurrence.

Everyone continued on talking and eating for a few minutes before the boys suddenly perked up and began waving at someone. You turned around to see who they were waving at.

Oh no.

It was that strange boy you had run into in the hall last week. The universe just loved making you uncomfortable, apparently.

"Sunghoon, you're here!" Sunoo exclaimed happily.

"How did you get out of detention?" Jungwon asked.

"I got up and left." Sunghoon said like it was obvious.

"Didn't the teacher try to stop you?" Heeseung joined in.

"No, she went to the bathroom."

The boys laughed and shook their heads. Sunghoon sat down at the table as Jake began to introduce you once again,

"Sunghoon, this is Y/N-"

"Oh, we've met." Sunghoon cut him off, grinning as his eyes went to you. The rest of the boys looked slightly confused.

"Uh yeah, we're in the same english class. I didn't know he was a friend of yours," you chuckled nervously as you tried to explain yourself. You didn't want anyone to get any weird ideas since Sunghoon seemed like he was trying to imply something else.

"Ah, that makes sense," Heeseung said. They all nodded, understanding now.

"So, how did you get detention this time?" Niki asked, changing the subject.

"I didn't do my homework." Sunghoon answered.

"What class was it for?" Jungwon questioned.

"English."

Jake perked up at his answer. "Oh, you should have Y/N help you! She's great at english and you're both in the same class, it's perfect!'" He explained. You shot Jake a look for volunteering you.

"What a good idea, Jake." Sunghoon turned to you, smirking with his tongue in his cheek. "Whaddaya say, Y/N?"

"Uh, yeah sure," You laughed awkwardly and accepted his request, not wanting to appear rude. Although you really did not want to.

"Great, I'll see you after school," he said, pleased with the way things were playing out. You weren't expecting to start today, but you weren't about to argue with him.

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The end of the day finally came as you checked the time and sighed. Time to go meet up with Sunghoon. You grumbled as you headed to the library. How did I let myself get roped into this?

You entered the library and looked around for the dark-haired boy. You noticed him sitting far off in a corner by himself. As you walked over to him, you realized he didn't have any of his books or work with him.

"Where are your books?" You asked, confused.

"Eh, I didn't feel like bringing them," he said, uninterested.

"Why would you ask for my help if you clearly don't want to do the work?" He was starting to get on your nerves.

"Because I wanted to see you, obviously," he said smugly.

You scoffed before sitting down next to him and pulling out your books for him to use. You weren't going to let him off this easy.

"Well lucky for you, I have my books with me. So let's get started," you retorted. He rolled his eyes at you. "Hey, you wanted this, not me." You said, holding your hands up defensively. He sighed and accepted defeat as you opened the book and began going over the assignment.

You had only been working for about 15 minutes but you were already over it. Tutoring him was like pulling teeth. You would put in the effort to thoroughly explain something to him, just for him to write down the most half-assed answer ever. And what made things even more frustrating was that you could tell he understood everything perfectly, he wasn't dumb. He was actually quite smart, he just didn't care and didn't want to care. You quickly realized he didn't actually even need your help. Your patience was wearing thin as he began tapping his pencil against the table rather loudly.

"Can you please stop that?" you asked, unamused.

"Anything for you, princess." The nickname dripped off of his tongue so naturally. Too naturally. You rolled your eyes and turned back to your book. Yet, your heart was beating faster than you'd like to admit.

You continued working, but after a while he stopped listening and just began staring at you. You didn't want to give in. You carried on while trying to ignore him. Sadly, you failed. You turned to face him, visibly uncomfortable.

"Are you even paying attention?" You asked.

"Not to the work, just to you." He answered honestly.

Why were your cheeks getting hot?

"Why do you keep doing that?" you questioned, irritated.

"Doing what?" He said with a teasing grin.

"Saying weird things," you said, "Do you like making me uncomfortable or something?"

"Yeah, I do. It's fun. Plus, you look really cute when your flustered." He stated simply.

You hated to admit it, but he did have an affect on you. You convinced yourself that it was just because of his good looks. There was no way you actually liked him, right? Right? Either way, you were not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had such an effect on you. You stood up and gathered your things, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. You were frustrated in more ways than one.

"Aw, leaving so soon, princess?" he asked.

"Yes. You're driving me crazy." You replied, already heading towards the library doors.

"Yeah, in a good way." He said, satisfied with himself.

You pretended not to hear his last remark as you left.

After exiting the building, you finally felt like you could breathe again. God, Sunghoon was suffocating to be around. Jake, why did you have to befriend such a jackass?

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Hello! Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I tried to pick up the pace and add some more ~romance~ hehehe. I also finally introduced all of the boys except Jay (don't worry he'll come into the picture very soon). Until next time!

~Elle <3

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rogue-durin-16 · 3 years

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AN UNUSUAL YEAR (Part IV/V)

Summary: After having little to no interest on girls for five years, Fred suddenly feels the need to nag the shit out of a certain witch, completely oblivious to the reason behind it.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Genre: fluff (+ enemies to lovers)

Taglist:

An unusual year: @natural-hearts @manuosorioh @lumos-solemn @westyywifee @whiskeyn-rain @warlock--protection @gossip-girl-ecr @fandomscombine @birdy944 @28cnn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: none

A/N: BOI IS THIS LOOONG. I knew this part would get a bit out of hand since I wanted to write all of this in the same chapter but still damn. Anyway, enjoy <3

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part V

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"You sure you don't wanna come to the ball?" I asked Mathilda, climbing down the dormitories' stairs.

"No, I'd rather stay..." Her mouth opened in agape when she saw me. "You look... Wow."

"Why, thank you." I replied, walking towards my best friend with a smile. "I'll probably be here before 10:00 pm." I assured her, squeezing her shoulders. "And we can gossip a bit."

"Already looking forward to it." Mathilda patted my hand with a chuckle. "Have fun, will you?"

I nodded and waved her goodbye before leaving the common room.

"Bloody hell, Y/l/n!" George, who as promised, had been waiting for me at the entrance of the dungeons, shamelessly though harmlessly, checked me out. "You clean up nice, huh?"

"Of course I do." I walked to meet him at his spot. "You don't look so bad yourself, Weasley." With his chin up and a proud smile, he offered me his arm, which I gladly took, and we headed off to the Great Hall.

A fairly big crowd had formed at the doors, mostly conformed by people who were waiting for their partner slash group, and some not-so-subtle gossips.

While I intended to go straight into the Hall, George tugged me away from the shortest path, claiming that he wanted to 'have an overall view'.

I reckoned he had something else in mind when we passed by Fred and Angelina, both immersed in their conversation until my friend caught a glimpse of us.

"Damn Y/n!" I held back George, who was playing dumb for some reason, and made my way to the couple. "You look SO good, doesn't she, Fred?" She nudged her partner, giving him a knowing grin.

"I guess you look nice." His nonchalant reply was accompanied with a shrug.

"She looks breathtaking, actually." George's correction left me staring at him speechless. "Just like Angelina."

Oh well. "Yeah" I agreed, clinging onto my partner's forearm, finally getting a vague idea of what was going on —not quite there yet, though. "Angelina, love, you look astonishing, right George?"

"Right." I could see my friend's cheeks reddening ever so slightly whilst making eye contact with George.

"Shall we go in?" I suggested, already heading to the gates.

FRED'S P.O.V

'Breathtaking' was the exact word I was thinking about when Angelina asked me about Y/n, and George knew it.

The girls probably didn't catch how my jaw dropped when I saw her, but my brother did.

He knew it.

"Go with her, yeah?" I requested to Angelina, gesturing at Y/n and at the Great Hall simultaneously. "George, can I have a word with you?"

He nodded and whispered "Go on, ladies." before walking to me. "What is it, Freddie?"

"What's your game?"

"I think I don't follow." The fact that he had the nerve to speak that blantant lie angered me more than I would ever admit.

"Why is she your date?"

"Why is she not your date?" He retorted, triggering a gasp from me, followed by a scoff. "You're not only completely oblivious, you're also a coward."

"Beg your pardon?" Was the only thing I could bring myself to say; I blamed the shock caused by my brother's nonsense.

"AND you stole my date." Oh, so this was about Angelina. "Now if you excuse me," he patted my back a couple times. "I'll go dance all night with MY absolutely breathtaking date."

"Have fun with Slytherin girl, Georgie." I replied, sprinting to reach him. "I'll go dance with our beautiful Angelina."

"Tosser." I could hear him say as I jogged into the Hall to reach the girls.

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READER'S P. O. V.

George probably wasn't the best dancer, but he clearly knew some moves, and made me want to stay on the dancefloor for a good couple of hours, having a great time.

That's one of the reasons why I decided to help him out.

"Oi!" He leaned on and I stood on my tiptoes, holding onto his forearms so I could speak directly into his ear. "Wanna dance with Angelina?"

"Maybe" He slightly pulled away and both our gazes spotted the girl, dancing madly with Fred. "Yeah! Yeah I do!" He shouted so I could hear him over the music, now that we were apart.

"Alright, come!" I tugged his hand and together we narrowed the already short distance between them and us.

The timing was perfect, almost as if it was meant to be like that; the moment we reached them a slow song started to play.

"Angelina, may I steal your date for a dance?" I requested, not waiting for Angelina's nod before letting go of George and tugging Fred's hand. "You can have mine." I spared my friend a teasing smile and a wink while I pulled her date away from George and her.

"Stealing me away, huh?" Once we were far enough, I spun around and held up one of his hands, his left one falling on my waist and my right one on his shoulder. "Eager to be near me again, Y/l/n?"

"So I'm not 'Slytherin girl' anymore?" I raised my eyebrows at him with a smirk on my face as we swayed.

"You heard that?" All from sudden he turned somehow self-conscious.

"This may come as a shock to you," I peeked over his shoulder to check on George and Angelina. "but you two are quite loud."

"I didn't mean it." His word had way more regret than necessary for something as stupid as what he was sort of apologizing for.

"I know." My eyes returned to his just in time for him to made me twirl and pulling me back to him, this time a bit closer than we were before. "Asking Angelina out was a shitty move." I pointed out.

"You won't believe me," he began, "But I completely forgot." I snorted. "I swear!" His eyes widened and both our mouths twisted into an amused smile. "She was near me when Ron asked me who I'd be taking, and I didn't think twice."

A soft, genuine laugh escaped my lips; one which made the boy in front of me smile.

"Is he pissed?"

"Earlier? Very. Now?" I gestured behind Fred, urging him to look at his twin brother, now kissing Angelina. "I don't think so, no."

This time it was his laugh that made a smile tug the corners of my mouth.

"You do look breathtaking." He spoke quietly, almost in a whisper. "Dunno why I didn't tell you earlier."

"Because you're a twit." He chuckled, shaking his head with his eyes fixed on our feet. "You look very handsome, though."

"I am very handsome." He corrected me, looking at me again, now with that damn smug face.

Out of every possible comeback, I chose the one that he expected the least. "Yes, you are." His cheeks turned mildly red and his grin fluttered; I counted it as a win.

"You're beautiful." He returned the compliment, after a moment of silence, to which I responded with a confident 'I know'. "So cocky."

"That makes the two of us." I pointed out.

Silence fell among us again. Comfortable silence, though, one that I could get used to.

Another twirl, another pull to stand even closer.

A small lean was enough for my head to rest against his chest. I blamed tiredness for the need to do that, but I didn't find anything to blame for the way his heart was pounding against his chest, nor for that strange feeling in my stomach.

As soon as he took a deep breath, we both eased into each other's arms, giving up the tension that our bodies had held.

We stayed like that for a while, until I looked around and realized most people had left, George and Angelina included; the dancefloor was now almost empty.

"I don't know what time is it," I spoke, letting my fingertips trace random patterns over his shoulder, dancing down to his chest.

"Me neither" he spoke, making me sway.

"I reckon this is the longest we've been together without jumping down each other's throats." I observed. "And it's probably the longest—"

My words died when, without any kind of warning, his lips landed on mines.

His right hand unconsciously gripped mine for an instant with such force, almost as if it was holding onto it for dear life.

Before I could even think about kissing him back, he retreated back to his previous position, offering me a smile I couldn't decipher accompanied by a wink that made him look relaxed an confident.

All façade, I thought to my self, as he said nothing —no teasing, no cracking jokes; he just kept slowdancing, his hands now more loose, seeming like he was prepared for me to run away; his gaze was also casted down and his cheeks flushing.

I would have teased him if it wasn't for the way I felt my own face burning.

I did let go of his hold, and he subtly stepped back, lowering his arms.

Just like me, he didn't have time to react when I pulled him down, cupping his cheeks for a proper kiss, which he returned instantly.

I felt both his hands on my hips as he leaned on, drawing me against him as close as he possibly could, while my hands left his cheeks to circle his neck.

All of a sudden I remembered that I needed to breath; I broke away, leading my hands to his shoulders, where I could feel how heavy his breathing was.

"What's just happened?" I mumbled, my eyes fluttering open to look into his.

"Dunno." He confessed. "Did you like it?"

"Very much." I replied instinctively, not bothering on thinking it through.

"Wicked." He muttered against my lips before going in for the third kiss, this one more heated.

With a hand on his chest i slightly pushed him away, scanning the place around us before asking, "Wanna go for a walk around the castle?"

"Please." His response was so immediate that we both had to chuckle at it.

"Wicked." I mocked, earning a playful push from him. I my fingers interlaced with his and I led the way.

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FRED'S P. O. V.

"Shhh!" I playfully shushed Y/n's giggles, loosely hugging her from behind with my lips pecking her shoulder as we went downstairs in the direction of her House. "You don't want us to get caught, do you?" I let go of her waist just when we found ourselves halfway through the corridor.

"Merlin's beard—" Y/n, who had turned to face me, widened her eyes at the sight of me under the dim lights of the dungeons. "You're a mess." She whispered between quiet laughs, raising her hands up to my face to try and remove some of the lipstick stains she had left all over me.

"Don't you dare laugh, woman." I feigned pain, only making her giggle more. "You made a mess out of me."

She held my chin and moved my face from side to side, checking if she had made it any better. "What am I supposed to do with your neck?" She huffed.

"Place a couple more kisses there?" I suggested with a smirk, fixing her hair as best as I could. "Or a bite, you choose."

"I'm serious." Her thumb gently rubbed the side of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"Let them there for people to see." I was joking. My tone was playful. I didn't really mean it.

It was just a joke, right?

Her hands slid down my chest before leaving my body. "I'd rather not to." She replied absent-minded, making me realize that maybe I wasn't joking; maybe I wanted people to see— to know.

She didn't, though.

"Hey, everything's alright?" She questioned, concern making its way to her face when her eyes found mines.

"Of course." I replied— no, I lied. I lied to her and to myself. "Just tired."

"No wonder why." She laughed at her own innuendo, but the only thing she got out of me was an unenthusiastic half smile. "I'm gonna head back now." She added, probably sensing something wasn't right. "Get some sleep."

"I'll go have a shower." I informed her, stepping back in the stairs' direction without breaking eye contact.

"See you in a couple of hours." She responded, mirroring my moves, but towards her common room.

I nodded briefly before heading up to my own House, craving a cold shower to shake her voice off my mind and detach her touch and kisses from my skin.

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