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bloodyjuls-blog · 11 months

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You don't understand

"Hi girls" y/n said as they entered the locker room. "Hi honey" Alexia said, giving her a kiss on the cheek as the other girls looked at Alexia and y/n suspiciously. While changing out of her street clothes into her workout clothes Claudia says "how about some beers at the bar downtown" "for the day off" to which most agree except y/n.

Alexia looks at her funny and asks "why can't you go?" "because I'm meeting my sister I'm going to take care of the kids while she does some extra hours at work" y/n's sister is a doctor at the Vall D'hebron hospital. Alexia nods, not very convinced but she knows about your love for children, especially your nephews, so she doesn't say anything. "Any problem with that my love?" you say. "no none, i miss them".

The training session goes by, more exhausting than the others 'maybe it's because of the sun' you thought. When patri comes in, scoffing, she says "when are you and Alexia going to get married?" "I don't know, when she proposes" you say in a funny way but hoping it will be soon.

Hours later at home with the little ones

"Ruppert don't run down the stairs you might fall" you said to your 5 year old nephew while you were putting 6 month old Augustine to sleep in the living room. "tia y/n/n alexia said to go upstairs to play mario bros" "well kid but you don't have to run, because you fall down there and what do we do eh" you say between angry and joking giving the little one a hug. "Babe, let Ruppert climb up to beat Mario," says Alexia, teasing the boy. You laugh and let him climb up.

For Alexia these moments are worth gold, she visualizes herself married to you, living in a villa in Castelldefel with a couple of kids running around in the yard and you teaching them how to play soccer.

The next day your sister picks up the kids around 11 am. You spend the day cuddling with Alexia at home, watching movies and eating dirty food.

Wednesday came and with it the training. There was Irene with little Mateo around, so I went straight to play with the little one while the girls finished showering. I must admit I'm a little picky because I always have to shower first. While I was playing with Mateo I heard Crnogorcevic says to Alexia "can you imagine when you and y/n have babies running around the house" "you don't know how excited I am about all that, seeing one or two little ones running around the house" "soon we will have another little one to play with mateo eh alexia" you panicked while playing with mateo. How could Alexia take it for granted that you want children if you haven't talked about it. That made you very angry. First of all because even though you like children and you are fond of them, you can't imagine being a mother, even less with your tight schedule and the constant trips you have, secondly, you are afraid of what pregnancy entails and even worse, you are afraid of hospitals. You'll have to talk to her, you thought.

When you get home you decide to talk to her.

"hey ale, I overheard a conversation in the dressing room today and I swear it was unintentional" you said. "Oh yeah, what did you hear?" said Alexia in a relaxed way "you were talking to Ana about kids and stuff, taking for granted that I wanted to be a mother" "Of course I want kids with you y/n, you are so good with the little ones and the only person I see in that future is you" "look Ale, I will be very honest with you, because we have been dating for about 4 years now and I just don't want, it terrifies me, to have kids, a human being under my responsibility. I said it a few years ago and I stand by it, I don't feel like having children with anyone" you said that a little bluntly. "You think after four years together it's time to say you don't want to have children? what's wrong with that? You are very good with it, even your nephews adore you and see you as a second mother" she says hysterically. "I'm sorry Ale, a little late yes, but it is what it is, I don't think I can change my thinking at some point" you said starting to feel weird, like out of place. "you know something y/n, I think I can't spend years of my life wanting something next to a person who can't be more flexible with that, I can't want to marry you when your plans and mine are different. I think it's better to break this thing we have and look forward with no hard feelings or anything" Alexia said sadly. "Why, what do children have to do with what we have created as a couple" "I just see myself with you, without children but with you" you said in tears. "You don't understand, I want to share my achievements with my FAMILY, with my descendants, with my children, so that they can see that their mothers were successful women and that they can follow the path. I don't want to be left with the legacy alone, you understand that, I want after this whole soccer thing is over there is something else to focus on." "You're being a bit selfish Alexia, you can't want children for such invalid reasons" you said crying, watching your life you thought you had figured out go down the drain. "selfish you y/n, you who are not at the same stage as me, you who prefer partying, traveling, alcohol before me as a partner and family" alexia said raising her voice. "You have no idea what you are saying" you said hurt. "y/n get out, get out of my house, I can't believe you threw all the plans we had out the window".

You left the house angry, sad, hurt and you did the best thing you could do, you called the only person who understands why you don't want to have children. The English captain, your best friend Leah Williamson. But since not everything can be so easy, that night while you were driving something happened...

Part 2 ✅

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yourmomsushi · 25 days

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The boys in the Band room

warnings : fluff? Comfort? MDNI !!!

@thelaisydazy

“Again, Angelique If I heard the words ‘Again’ or ‘Angelique’ I was gonna scream. Who knows how hard it was to overblown notes immediately above the ‘break‘ from B above middle C to E at 4th above! What the hell is that?

I set my clarinet down in a big huff, fixing my hair which was perched in heatless curls the night before, plucked into two bows my best friend and roommate Lola said would make me ‘pop’. If god knew what she meant..

I look over at my music coach, Brady, me and Lola call her “Coach Cruella” cause the fact she has 11 dogs. Rumors spread that her and her partner, now husband were practicing so much that they popped a baby instead of a concert. Which puts even more pressure on me because the fact that I’m her next choice in spotlight.

Her son, much older now. Is playing music too, flute to be exact. She teaches her son too, he’s a prodigy really, she proclaim like it was important to me.

I start packing up, putting my clarinet away in its usual places, huffing as I put my music pieces in my folder. When just then, I look over. A man, whom looks just like Coach Brady, but with sun-kissed skin, a small fluff of black hair on top, with a flute cade in hand, along with 3 other men.

Coach Brady looked happy as she squealed out, “oh! Speaking of him Angie” She says, delightfully.

One of the 3 men, had a overgrown Mohawk, perched up high, soft blue eyes that glistened in the sun on a warm sunny day, his arm was slung over another man, with a skull mask clung tight onto his face, a soft fur of blonde on the top of his head, his blue eyes were cold, not like the other man. finally, the oldest looking out of the bunch, with mature beauty like no other man, he had a scurry beard, with soft eyes that could hold someone in the night, these men all seemed close - romantic with each other almost.

I look over and they’re all staring straight at me. I blush in embarrassment and look away, my cheeks heating up as I turn and start to walk out.

just then one of the boys grab me, I look over, he has his flute in his hand he smiles softly and says : “stay, hear us play.” I look shocked almost “you- you sure?” I stammer out. He nods as he grabs his stand, the others grab their places too, I see the older man carrying a large case, most likely a tuba. Meanwhile, the face-masked man is heading over to the drums, and the younger out of all of them: the Mohawk one is setting up his saxophone. He looks at me just then, smiles, and says : “you play?”

Coach Brady smiles just then and says : “yes! She’s an old student of mine from college, she was first chair every year! She majors in music and clarinet!” She says, praising me like her most prized possession.

i smile awkwardly as i stare, watching them as Coach Brady introduces me to all of them properly.

The mature out of all them and the oldest is named Johnathan Price : John for short. While her son is named Kyle. Meanwhile the Mohawk man is named Johnny while the masked covered man is named Simon.

Just then, I hear the drums start rolling, then I hear the tuba, saxophone, then the flute last. They all come in harmony, like a beautiful melody, something played in a sweet rom-com in Hawaii, it brings something inside me. Like maybe..maybe I can be one of them.

Before I know it, it’s over, the last note rings high in the room and it all goes quiet. I look over and stammer out to everyone in the room.

“T-that was beautiful I-“

Before that, Johnny starts up with a sly grin, “ye wanna try yourself, less?”

…

Thinking of making a part 2, or a series, let me know if you’d want this to continue or not !!

lots of love - kitty

#Band!141 #Poly!141 #Tf141 #fem!reader #poly!tf141 #poly141 x fem!reader #poly 141 #poly cod x reader #poly!141 x reader

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gemini-sensei · 11 months

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Started thinking about poly!parents!Demetri and Eli with their wife and children.

CW: protective dads Demetri and Eli, intruders, little section of pregnancy, Canon level fighting, big protective dog, Demetri Alexopoulos is a cat person.

Before their son was born, they wanted a pet, but it couldn't be that easy. Demetri wanted a cat while Eli wanted a dog. They debated it for a week's time before Reader made them compromise and get both. So they have a mixed breed pretty, prissy cat that Demetri named Dot and treats like a princess, and a Doberman Pinscher that Eli named Diablo and runs around the yard with on a daily basis. Those are their cat and dog respectfully, but as soon as Reader popped up pregnant with their son, they lost them to her as they always wants to be by her side at that point.

If she were on the couch watching TV, Dot is either by curled up her side or trying to sit on her lap. Diablo is at her feet 24/7, following her around the house and watching her. As she gets bigger with the baby, both are intrigued and interested in her belly. Dot touches a paw to her belly whenever the baby visibly moves and it freaks her out while Diablo stands at attention and watches. When their sonnis born, Dot and Diablo love him. It's the same way when the twins are born.

Then I thought of what if someone tried to break into house. Diablo starts barking and it wakes literally everyone up. The babies and the parents. Reader is a little confused and frightened at first, wondering what's going on.

"He never acts like this."

Eli just throws the covers off of himself and is jumping up. "Exactly. D, stay with her and you two go to the kids."

They're all getting up and rushing around. Reader immediately goes to her fussy and crying babies, lifting them out of their cribs to comfort them. She ends up on the floor with her 11 month old twins in her arms and her 2 year old on her lap, all huddled up and seeking comfort. Demetri locks the door and leaves the room to go find Eli and see what's going on.

The house is dark and he doesn't make it far before someone is walking into him. They stumble, catch themselves, and look up only to see a stone faced man staring back at them with cold eyes. This intruder has broken into his home, scared his wife and children, and has made one of the most agreeable people on earth mad.

Somewhere in the house, Diablo is still barking up a storm and it's driving demetri crazy because he knows why Eli got that specific dog. He knows Eli wanted a dog that could be scary and mean when the time called for it, just like him. So the fact that he was still alerting was concerning. He didn't like it.

"Look man, let's just forget this happened."

"You got this far into my home and you want me to let that go?"

Dude bolts and Demetri goes after him. He manages to snag him buy the bag he's wearing and pull him back, getting punched in the cheek as it happens. He reacts with a jab back, knocking the intruder back a bit. He takes a defensive stance as a warning, but the intruder is in fight mode now and doesn't heed it. He gets kicked in the stomach and falls.

When he gets up, he says, "I don't want to hurt you."

"I don't want to either," Demetri tells him. "But he does."

The guy only has enough time to turn around to meet a fist straight to his face. Eli shakes his hand and almost spits on the guy, but Diablo gets on top of him to keep him down on the ground. He's an angry, protective dog bearing his teeth as he stares the guy down.

By the time Demetri and Eli get the intruder and his friend that Eli and Diablo didn't hold back on restrained, the cops are showing up thanks to their security system. Diablo is at attention the entire time, even following the officers to the door and watching them take the intruders out of the house. He only stands down when they're gone and his family is left talking to some officers. He goes to the nursery to make sure that Reader and the babies are okay, sniffing them all over.

The kids are so happy to see him, one of the twins hugging him and babbling about "Didi." Dot crawls out of hiding and comes to the oldest son to love on him, butting her head against his leg to tell him she's there and they're all okay.

I don't know what this is, but I hope it was as enjoyable to you as it is to me. I'd love a big bad guard dog if I wasn't allergic.

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swissboyhisch · 1 year

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The Aussie Easter Experience

Pairing: Nico Hischier x Reader

Summary: Nico gets to experience an Aussie Easter

Word Count: 1311

Warnings: Alcohol. Oh and kids cause they always should come with warnings

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After getting knocked out of the playoffs just before Easter, Nico and yourself decided to just head to Australia to spend the holiday with your family. It was a big deal in your family. With all your nieces and nephews, it was an all day deal. Nico chose to make the best out of the shitty season he and the boys had. To be able to spend the holiday with some family.

You two had flown in the day before the big day. The house was already full with visiting family who were staying with your parents. Caravans were parked in your front yard. Luckily you had grown up on a large property where your parents still lived. Nico and yourself were given your old room which was still pretty much how you left it.

The Sunday morning came around and the sound of giggling children on the other side of your bedroom door had woken you up. You were quick to nudge Nico awake.

“If you don’t wake up right now, you’ll have about 5 kids under the age of 7 jump on you and beg you to get up.” Nico groaned, pulling the covers above his head. You were quick to join him as the door was thrown open and the gaggle of kids rushed in. “We’re up, we’re up.”

Nico threw the covers off of you two and over the kids laying on top of you. Trapping them under the blanket. “I’ve got you guys now!”

The giggling quieted down as the kids quickly left the bedroom. The last left was Layla who had chosen to cuddle up to Nico. “Uncle Nico. I missed you.”

“What about me?” You mutter, getting up and pulling out an outfit from your suitcase.

“You too Aunty (Y/N)!”

She goes out of the room allowing you and Nico to change. You two were quick to make your way into the lounge room where the family had all crammed in for breakfast. The adults around the dining table and on the couches with the kid in the lounge room.

“Since our teenagers are up,” Your mother jokes, smiling as the two of you take a seat beside your sibling, Dylan, “We can get started with our Easter. You kids can now pick up your basket. Only the one with your name though.”

The kids sitting on the lounge room floor all cheer. With your 5 older siblings and older cousins, there were a total of 11 kids in the room. Ranging from 4 months old to 8 years old. The perfect ages for a big Easter celebration. The first thing each kid under 18 gets is a basket each that contains a pair of pyjamas , a movie and a chocolate bunny.

Breakfast was placed on the table. A wide spread of bacon and eggs, pancakes, croissants and fruit was put out. Oh and you couldn’t forget the three different types of hot cross buns, fruit, fruitless and chocolate chip. Everyone piled up their plates and found a seat around the room. Yourself and Nico set yourselves up with your siblings Dylan, Molly and Nick in the lounge room. Dylan was your only younger sibling at 18, just aging out of the Easter traditions. Nick was the next sibling after you at 25 and then Molly was 26.

“What’s these?” Nico asked, poking your hot cross bun on your plate with his fork.

“It’s a hot cross bun,” You answer, picking up one of the buttered halves and holding it up to his mouth. “It’s a sweet, spiced bread. There isn’t any fruit in this one.”

He took a bite and grinned, “They taste good!”

“Right? We only have these at Easter.”

Molly rolls her eyes, “Shops start stocking them the day after Christmas these days.”

“Here’s a juice each,” your mum offers, coming over to Nico and you.

The pair of you take the glasses of orange juice from her. You went straight in for a sip. Enjoying the refreshing beverage. Mid way, one by one the fathers started disappearing from the room, going out back to hide the eggs. Luckily the kids didn’t notice, too enthralled by the pancakes and chocolate chip hot cross buns. Nico did instead, turning to you in curiosity.

“What’s happening?”

You leant in, whispering in his ear, “They’re going to hide the eggs.”

“Uncle Nico!” Your 4 year old nephew Wyatt toddled up to you guys on the couch. He held his arms up, wanting to be sitting with you. “Look, a bunny.”

Nico lifted the blonde boy onto the couch, sitting him on your lap facing Nico. Wyatt held up the chocolate bunny which had its wrapper already peeled back and a bite taken from the ears. You quickly snuck a bite of the bunny making the kid squeal.

“Guys look,” Dylan shouted, running in holding up a small, foil-wrapped egg, “The easter bunny came!”

All the kids raced outside to start the hunt, bringing their baskets with them. You got up, grabbing Charlotte from Kacey and her basket. She was a bit young to understand the whole idea of the hunt. So instead you wandered the yard, avoiding the gaggle of children running around the large yard. The rest of the adults had filed out of the house to watch the joy of the hunt.

“Mummy look!”

Bianca ran up to your older cousin Sarah. Showing her the collection of small eggs she had collected. Nico caught a glimpse of one you had snuck and opened.

He was confused. He looked at you standing beside him, entertaining Charlotte. “Uh, the eggs are actually chocolate? Not plastic?”

“They’re chocolate, here,” You pass him a handful of the Cadbury eggs. “It’s a mix of flavours. I think there is Turkish delight, mint, cookies and cream and some others.”

Nico tried them one by one as he watched the kids enjoy the morning. Honestly, no-one knew how many eggs were actually hidden by the dads. Knowing your dad, a lot. He loved to spoil you as a kid.

“You looking forward to the adult hunt?” Kendall asks Nico, not knowing you hadn’t told him.

“The what?”

Dylan laughed, “In our family, we have an adult hunt. Instead of chocolate we find alcohol. 18 plus is the age bracket for the hunt. Mum, Dad, Aunty Julie, Uncle Glenn, Aunt Rose and Uncle Johnno put it on. Everyone has a specific drink to find. Oh and the small bottles of alcohol are free for all.”

“I wasn’t asked…”

You shrug, giving Nico a bashful smile, “I told Mum your favourite was Emu.”

Nico smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips. “And what’s your choice of poison?”

“Cruisers. Specifically citrus ones.”

“Basic,” Dylan joked.

“Says the 18 year old planning to find Ronas.”

Once the kids had found them all, they went inside to watch Rise of the Guardians in the movie theatre. Then it was the adults' turn. You all sat in the lounge drinking the first drink of the day while the parents hid the alcohol. Your father came in, holding the little bottle of tequila.

“Who first?”

This was your time to shine. You got up the quickest and shot back the little bottle of alcohol. Then you got to start first. 30 seconds after you exited the back door, the others filed through. Nico was quick to join the hunt. Some of your older guy cousins were pushing each other around, trying to get to some of the old hiding spots.

“How many do we have to collect?” Nico asks.

“12,” You reply, adding another to your little esky bag.

“And usually we drink them all today,” Kacey grinned. “Grandparents get to look after the kids while we have a party.”

You and Nico both pop open a bottle, clinking them together, “To Easter I guess.”

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strangesickness · 3 months

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i think richie tozier is really into glam metal. i think as a preteen he was really into rock n' roll because bill was really into rock n' roll, and i think bill would mostly listen to very core rock n' roll, not branch off into sub genres too much, he really appreciates the early stuff i think. but richie, at like 11 years old hears livin' on a prayer on the radio and he's immediately hooked. his parents buy him slippery when wet for his birthday and a bon jovi poster. his parents are pretty clueless about this stuff so wentworth takes him to the store so they get the right one. maggie's pretty sure bon jovi's for girls, but is just excited she isn't going to have to deal with her son playing the same three records over and over again anymore.

when richie's twelve the bon jovi poster gets moved to his door, so that it's hidden when he has it open. he feels guilty when he looks at it. it's his favorite poster though and it gets rotated around his room a lot.

when he's fourteen there's a bon jovi concert in maine and he convinces his parents to let him go so long as his sister goes with him to chaperone. it's a pretty life changing experience for him. his sister ends up really liking the music too, so thats cool. he gets a t-shirt that quickly becomes faded and soft from constant wear.

all the lights and effects and just the energy really flips a switch for him. it's not just bon jovi anymore, he's spending hours in the record store, he gets a job so he can buy a CD player, it takes a ridiculously long time to get to that point.

he also gets big into KISS because of course he does. he probably spends more time looking at the cover of his paul stanley album than he does listening to it. he may spend an unhealthy amount of time gazing longingly into paul stanley's eyes but his favorite is probably ace frehley. he has a ridiculous amount of magazines that he just got for interviews with them. this is the era of glam haircuts for richie. it takes him at least two years to figure out he actually has to style it though, so that's fun.

he tries to make his own music but he's hot garbage at it, he moves on to trying to play his favorite songs on guitar, which he also sucks at, he eventually gets desperate and tries to play on bill's mom's piano. he is swiftly removed from the household. he gets really good at singing his favorite songs though.

i'm not really going anywhere with this. richie tozier likes glam metal. it awakens something gay in him.

you can find some relevant images and some more of my commentary under the cut.

slippery when wet, the first album richie sought out on his own, and the beginning of the end of his heterosexuality.

i'm not going to say this is the poster, because i don't know enough about this stuff to confirm if this poster would've been sold around the right time. but you get the picture. ideally it would be this exact poster, but i'm not picky. i think richie comes home from school one day and looks at this poster and has a fucking. biblical experience. like it's just a normal school day, and then he just goes home, closes his bedroom door, turns around to take off his shoes, and stares this man straight in the eye and just thinks "holy shit he's beautiful" i think the poster sleeps in the closet that night.

this is the paul stanley album i'm talking about. i think this is also richie's main haircut inspiration, but it takes him years to figure out what hairspray is. lucky for him his hair is naturally curly so he didn't look too stupid, but things weren't ideal.

i think he takes a lot of style influence from various musicians, but he's never willing to part with his dear patterned button ups, so his workaround is: obnoxious button up + leather jacket as we saw in the movie.

he really likes cinderella, and feels a little betrayed when they change genre direction in the 90s. i think he sees tom keifer

wearing a lot of jewellery and decides he also wants to wear a lot of jewellery but ends up either hating it, or forgetting it, he also never convinces his parents to get his ears pierced. if he ever manages it, it's because bev did it herself, she probably screwed it up pretty bad too, and he just ends up with some pretty gnarly scaring on his right ear.

originally posted january 27th. reposted january 29th.

#none of this was influenced by me or my music taste or how i felt watching concert videos of bon jovi at eleven #just in case you were wondering #bon jovi is like earth shatteringly pretty though. i'll say that #“richie why are your walls covered in pictures of pretty and vaguely effeminate men?”#“richie why is your failed piercing scar on the right ear?”#“richie why do you have a collage of magazine cutouts of ace frehley on your wall?”#all maggie tozier at some point probably (she is confused and trying to engage with her sons interests)#it stephen king #it novel #it 2017 #it 2019 #richie tozier #maggie tozier #wentworth tozier #strange ramblings

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lucidmagic · 2 years

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A thought occurred to me just now that if Donna’s parents are dead and she was basically a teenager when Miranda gave her the cadou, then it’s not entirely impossible that by the time Donna turned 18 (the drinking age in Romania,) her first drinking experience was with Alcina

Just the image of that is incredibly funny to me because can you image:

Alcina with her extensive knowledge of wine inviting Donna over to the castle the moment she turns 18 and being really eager to give her a variety to try (most likely really luxurious vintage stuff,) and then Donna trying to be polite and accepting everything despite not really having any idea what to expect in terms of taste and tolerance

I think one of 2 things could happen in that scenario. One being that Donna is a complete lightweight but doesn’t want to be rude so she just takes what Alcina offers her and attempts (struggles) to keep up and hold conversation as Alcina just tries to act like a cool mom

The other scenario is that Donna’s Italian genes kick in and Alcina’s just sitting there wondering (and slightly impressed) how this 18 year old, 5’ something, probably less than 115lb girl is downing wine glasses like a pro

Bonus if Alcina is the one who actually starts getting tipsy first and teenaged Donna is just sitting there like 🧍🏻‍♀️ “when am I supposed to feel something”

(I'm so sorry about the super late reply to this. I meant to answer earlier but I kept forgetting. Please forgive me!)

Okay so, drinking in Italy is very liberal from what I've heard and usually, children have their first sip of alcohol before the age of 16 through parents or family. And considering her family is hyper Italian from the get-go despite being ex-pats, I have a feeling Donna (and Claudia) would have had some experience with the stuff before. Also, I doubt Alcina knows the modern drinking age of Romania and just goes by whim honestly, like "oh the girl is vaguely 16? TIME TO TELL HER ABOUT THE FERMENTATION PROCESS WHILE SAMPLING IT DIRECTLY"

So, Donna has built a tolerance from about the age of ~11 onwards, nothing like heavy drinking (though she wanted to before, when her parents passed, but Ioane made sure to keep the cellar locked during that time in case). Mostly her parents would give her half a glass of wine during dinner, and to some extent, Donna continued the tradition into her teenage years.

As for Alcina, when she thinks Donna is ready to partake in the glorious pass time that is wine with her, she's ecstatic, to be honest. I mean Donna's Italian-- so she has to have some taste, unlike Moreau and Heisenberg.

Of course, three things could happen:

1.) Donna is a complete lightweight-- well, lightweight in terms of Alcina ("I mean it's only five glasses, Dear, really not that bad"). Donna gets flushed and redness on her chest and neck that's to her paleness after her second drink and her posture is noticeably looser after the third. Alcina's voice is calming, especially, when she's teaching someone about something she's interested in, the tone calm and lulling, and doesn't have its usual bite of haughtiness. It's nice and serene. The countess is actually a great conversationalist when she wants to be and especially when she likes the company.

By the fifth glass, Donna is noticeably struggling to walk in a straight line, and try as she might, Alcina is amused and laughing at it. Which only makes Donna pout and more persistent to finish the display (aka her Italian stubbornness has kicked in). By the seventh glass, Donna is talking up a storm, sometimes in English and sometimes in Italian, and most of the time in an amalgamation of both. Alcina tries to not show her amusement and tries to be the adult, but honestly, the company is nice and loosens her up as well, despite the fear that Donna may blow chunks all over the tasting room floor. Then Alcina starts chatting (Alcina Dimitrescu doesn't gossip, she just relays what she has heard from others and makes comments on it-- that's all) and asking questions Donna would normally be too shy to answer.

"So Donna dear, what are your . . . proclivities?"

"Do you need a hands-on demonstration about things that have you hesitant, I can give you an experienced servant if you wish?"

"Tell me more about this friend you gave a necklace to..."

(If this happens again when the Phyto’s Guide Reader is around, then it goes something like: "What are your thoughts about your little gardener?" Donna: *hiccup* "Fukken perdy...")

So drunk Donna is very loose-lipped and Alcina enjoys every secret she manages to squeeze out from the dollmaker. Eventually, Alcina call its after the ninth glass and Donna starts to sway in her chair. Alcina gingerly picks up the girl and places her in one of the guest rooms, tucks her in, and informs one of her trusted servants to stop by every so often to make sure the young lord is okay.

Donna awakes to a massive fucking headache the next morning and is mortified to know that she remembers everything and so she remembers everything she said.

2.) Donna and Alcina both have a high tolerance to alcohol because of their Cadou and the experience is nice and calming and they make sure to do it again on occasion. Moreau and Heisenberg have their fishing trips, Dimitrescu and Beneviento have their wine tastings.

3.) Alcina somehow gets blasted while this 5'-something little Italian teenager, who hasn't even had her first kiss, let alone drunken stupor, outdoes her in the tolerance department. Of course, this likely won’t happen because of the Cadou, but it’s fun to imagine. I personally imagine Alcina as being a bit more affectionate when drunk, more looser, and bit more human in a sense, her walls are down. Also a clumsy 9′6″ vampire is fucking hilarious. Donna watches as the formerly refined, composed countess stumble and snort and slur her words. It’s . . . an experience to say the least. And like you said Donna just sits/stands there like 🧍🏻‍♀️ 🧍🏻‍♀️ 🧍🏻‍♀️ while Alcina is rambling about her beautiful daughters and her vineyards and the stupid man-things she has to work with for her subsidiaries. Eventually, Donna gets concerned and calls for the three daughters. They buzz in and immediately groan-- “Not again!”-- and now the three girls are trying to carry a drunk and babbling Alcina to the master bedroom-- it’s a disaster and the four younger women just drop her off in the nearest guest room, which honestly drunk Alcina doesn’t care so long as she’s horizontal.

Donna stays the night in case the countess needs her. The next morning, Donna is chipper and stays until Alcina emerges-- large cat-eye sunglasses to fight against the very bright lights in her castle. Donna brings her hand-pressed coffee and Alcina greedily takes it, clearly hungover.

There’s a pause, before Donna asks, “Same time next month?” Alcina groans but nods.

#donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #donna my love #phyto's guide #the phytologists guide to falling in love #the phytologist's guide to falling in love #phytoverse #tPGtFiL #my fic #lucidmagic #anon asks #my asks #asks #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu

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Natsu Harem: Fairy GET! 11/14

Now we're getting to the oneechan's. (人◕ω◕) I saved these for last because they should be obvious.... But let's not get ahead of ourselves. We'll deal with them one at at time, like all the rest~

The first spotlight goes to Ultear Milkovich~ \(人◕ω◕)/

When did they meet?

Officially, Natsu met Ultear on that S-Class Quest to dispel the curse of Galuna Island. (人◕ω◕) At the time, Natsu didn't know it was her. She pulled off her disguise so well that for the longest time, the Dragon Slayer actually believed she was an old man named Zalty~.... Isn't that just cute? (人◕ω◕)

After battling Natsu for a bit, toying around with him.... Ultear wound up with a little trophy with the swelled cheek there, as can be seen. (人◕ω◕) It was delayed, and Ultear-chan was rather miffed about it... But the Dragon Slayer apparently got one good hit in. (人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)

Ultear would go on to watch Natsu's progress in the Tower of Heaven incident, as well as report about Oracion Seis making their move to Hades.

Natsu and Ultear would more formally meet on Tenrou Island. ... Where Natsu would assume she was a guy crossdressing as a girl. And get her name mixed up with "Ultimate Milk Sandwich." (人◕ω◕) Now why would he ever think that~...?

Their more proper meeting goes about as well as the first. Natsu tries engaging her in battle, but Ultear is more focused on tracking down and capturing Zeref for Grimoire Heart's goal of the Grand Magic World. ... Or, well. more specifically her desire to go back to a time when she didn't hate her mother. To save her mother from death. (人◕ω◕)

It's honestly very interesting that Ultear and Natsu's fates are intertwined so inextricably. While she did get handed to the Dark Guilds on a silver platter at a young age, her mom would go on to seal away and eventually kill one of Zeref's demons. And Ultear wanted Zeref for her goals. Zeref, who is in fact Zeref Dragneel. It doesn't go as planned, of course. Zeref becomes cross at Grimoire Heart summoning Acnologia to the island; and he'd go on to kill Hades with the Curse of Ankhseram. Moreover, Gray helped Ultear get her head on straight... Although frankly, most of the "work" was done when they ended up in the ocean, where Ultear heard stray memories of her mother; and she rightfully deduced it was the remnants of her mother that melted and became one with the sea.

Regardless, Ultear came to see the error of her ways. She would go on to help restore the Tenrou Tree to help give Fairy Tail back their magic, and then she'd slip away with Meredy... who found out the truth about her childhood home's destruction. Ultear tries taking responsibility for that by killing herself... But Meredy forgives her, wanting Ultear to live.

Ultear and Meredy wouldn't get to see Fairy Tail again until seven years later...

When did they get closer?

As mentioned in the Meredy post... Crime Sorciere approaches the Fairy Tail mages preparing for the Grand Magic Games, hoping to get their help in tracking down a presence similar to Zeref to deal with it. Ultear juices them up with Second Origin... And, well... (人◕ω◕);;;

... Natsu still thinks she's Zalty crossdressing. (人◕ω◕);;; A pity this gag fades away after... But I suppose we can take that to mean Ultear proves to Natsu, leaving no room for doubt, that she is a bonafide woman... (人◕ω◕);;;;;;; What? Don't you remember the hot, raunchy episode where they screwed like monkeys? No...? Aw, well. (人◕ω◕)

Jokes aside... Ultear is more aware of Natsu's true feelings towards Jellal. Especially with how Erza suffers, clinging to the past like she does. Natsu's frustrated, but keeps quiet to keep Erza... "happy". Ultear nudges Meredy into noticing Natsu's depression, figuring Ultear's Maguilty Sense is the best tool for anyone empathizing with Natsu. Ultear herself keeps a polite distance, prioritizing her sister's happiness over her own; Meredy needs friends, considering she's forced into travelling around with Crime Sorciere as a "criminal" since they busted Jellal out of jail so they can all atone.

... It's really too bad for the Time Witch that Natsu never got the memo to leave things be. (人◕ω◕) He picks up on the fact that Meredy was "directed" to him, and more or less deduces Ultear was responsible. They have a private conversation while Meredy plays around with Juvia for a bit - a talk that ends up with Ultear confiding in Natsu that she feels guilty about possessing Jellal as children, and causing so much pain and hardship for all the slaves... Erza included in that.

Natsu doesn't let Ultear drown in her guilt. Jellal was never just a puppet with no free will... He doesn't get a free pass for everything he did, constructing that Tower on the backs of all his "friends" and fellow slaves. Even Natsu could see that Jellal was in control of himself. The most that Ultear's spell did was nudge him into his darker emotions... Which were there already. Jellal was a child, and he was a slave like all of them. A harsh environment like that can stir some very dark, vengeful emotions. All her spell did was "add more fuel to the fire". Jellal was a lost soul trapped in his own darkness, and Natsu tried getting the guy to wake up during the Tower of Heaven conflict... But seeing him now, Jellal's so down on himself. He's not making a real effort to atone like Ultear and Meredy; he's going though the motions, and they're dragging him around just because they need the extra firepower.

Ultear doesn't dispute Natsu's observations. Crime Sorciere always felt like her brainchild, not Jellal's. She tried making him the leader to let him feel like he was making progress in his atonement... And to deal with her own lingering sense of guilt that she didn't "deserve" to lead the group after all she did... But honestly, it's like Natsu said. This isn't helping Jellal. Getting defeated and freed from Ultear's spell just... shut him down. Ultear doesn't know how to get through to him, and Natsu says there's nothing wrong with that. The fact they tried, gave Jellal these opportunities, Ultear and Meredy aren't obligated to do all the work in "bringing him back". Jellal has to make the effort himself and seize onto this second chance at life with both hands, and until he does Natsu won't get over his resentment toward the man. He won't pity Jellal like Erza does; Gajeel and Laxus made harsh mistakes too, and they've been atoning all this time. Jellal has to accept responsibility for his actions, and just move forward on his own two feet. No one should have to push him along.

After Natsu unloads all of his pent-up frustrations on her, Ultear can appreciate his position. He is being tough on Jellal... But it's what they deserve, after falling so low. Natsu's kinder to her and Meredy because he can see they're truly contrite and making an effort. Jellal's just... given up. This gives Ultear plenty to think about, how to proceed with Jellal from now on. She accepts that she should take on the mantle of Crime Sorciere's leader, and be a little tougher on Jellal, herself. if she doesn't... they probably won't go much of anywhere. And Ultear would rather not drown in guilt again... That's no way to live.

This talk gives her much more insightfulness into Natsu. He's not a complete fight-happy idiot. There's stuff Natsu takes very seriously, and his friends are at the top of that list. He spares Erza's feelings out of compassion... But he privately feels very strongly about the person hurting Erza by keeping her rooted in the past. Natsu's very fascinating to Ultear, and like Meredy she'll keep an eye on him from here on out~...

As the Grand Magic Games go on, Ultear lightens up somewhat. Messing with Jellal while he's on Fairy Tail Team B, on the verge of exposing himself all because he wants to impress Erza. (人◕ω◕) Ultear will have none of that.

While we're talking about differences from the canon, though... (人◕ω◕) Leading up to the Games, Warrod negotiated with the King, the Council, and Makarov to give his "little sprouts" a second chance, now that he's had seven years to reform Oracion Seis, Rusty Rose, and Azuma. (人◕ω◕) It doesn't go quite as planned... The King's initially against letting criminals participate in the Games. But when Raven Tail breaks the rules, well... It opens up an opportunity for Warrod to give his proposal a shot. If his "guild" of Hydra Roots manages to make a comeback and win the games, they can be pardoned and allowed to go free. ... If they lose - more specifically, if Fairy Tail performs better than them... Then they will join Fairy Tail. ... And still be pardoned. (人◕ω◕) The Council isn't exactly happy about Warrod's shenanigans... But if they doubt one of the Four Gods of Ishgar, that would reflect bad on them in the eyes of the public. ... So they grudgingly allow it.

I bring this up because Fairy Tail still wins the games. Obviously. (人◕ω◕) And Warrod being the playful guy he is... He ropes Crime Sorciere into his "guild". Both during the games and the dragon invasion. Lahar is against this, since Crime Sorciere has been running loose all this time... But Mest grudgingly helps Warrod "convince" Lahar to allow it. Wiping his memories a bit. The memories pertaining to Crime Sorciere. (人◕ω◕);;; ... Just a bit.

I was debating to go this route for a while. So prior posts might not exactly reflect this change in canon... Not precisely. However, I don't see the need to save Crime Sorciere's pardoning until the end of the series. It's mere circumstance that they're left as "criminals" on the run, and there's just no point to keeping up the charade. If Fairy Tail and their allies work together frequently with Crime Sorciere without complaint, the powers-that-be can just deal. (人◕ω◕)

Ultear and Natsu have that talk during the dragon invasion, keeping Ultear from casting Last Ages. I won't expand on this point too much since I already talked about it in Meredy's post, but Natsu's pretty much nipped all of Ultear's "problems" in the bud. Simon's alive, Natsu's convinced her that Jellal's actions are his own, and now he's given her the strength to carry on during a dangerous event of fighting dragons~... It shouldn't come as a surprise when it's all over, and the King pardons the members of Hydra Roots and they go on to join Fairy Tail... Well. Ultear is more than happy to grow closer to Natsu. (人◕ω◕) There's nothing holding her back anymore.

... And really, since I already had Meredy making frequent trips to Magnolia over the next few years anyway, might as well go all the way. Oracion Seis (minus Brain), Rusty Rose, Azuma, Ultear, and Meredy all join Fairy Tail. I should have specified in Tenrou arc, but Azuma survived. I have this habit of keeping awesome characters alive for atonement. (人◕ω◕) Nooo regrets~....

When did friendship turn to something more?

I'll skim over Tartaros and Alvarez arcs. It should be pretty obvious Ultear and the other former Balam Alliance members helped bring down Tartaros... and the survivors of Tartaros went on to fight Zeref's armies in Alvarez, independently. Gotta love these buildups over time with reformed villains coming together to fight against stronger foes. (人◕ω◕) ... Or maybe that's just me.

Ultear and Meredy joining Fairy Tail... Gravitating to Natsu... Of course there's opposition to these endeavors. (人◕ω◕);;; Ultear's such a troublemaker. All these... "games", flirting with Natsu and "leading him along". ... Certain parties feel like she is, anyway. It's all but impossible to hate Meredy because of how bubbly and cheerful she is. ... But Ultear. Ooh, boy, Ultear. Cana, Kagura, even Juvia is a bit... territorial around the Time Witch. And Sayla butts heads with her, when she comes around... And bossy Brandish... (人◕ω◕);;; Ultear has a fair amount of competition.

Yet Ultear is... grateful to Natsu. She really is. (人◕ω◕) It's no surprise that she and Meredy join Team Natsu on jobs... The team is rather large by now. Natsu, Erza, Gray, Lucy, Simon, Wendy, Juvia, Kagura, and now these two. (人◕ω◕) Jellal turns down the opportunity, and really it's for the best. There's already enough... tension. All orbiting around Natsu for some bizarre reason. (人◕ω◕) Doesn't help the Strauss Siblings struck during the guild's disbandment and were with him for a year. (人◕ω◕);;;

But Ultear delights in Natsu's pranking nature, as much as his serious side. (人◕ω◕) They're just playing around with friends, like Gray and Lucy. ... And Erza. What's wrong with that? (人◕ω◕);;;;;;; I confess, however, that Ultear gravitating to Natsu is what snapped Erza out of her funk, regarding Dingleberry. Erza realizes that somewhere along the way... Natsu became very popular. And seeing the woman that sprang Jellal from prison, seeing Natsu get along with that woman so well.... It makes Erza very jealous. She was one of the first to eye Natsu, and it hurts to see she's wasted all this time, and now she can't have the Dragon Slayer to herself. (人◕ω◕);;; Erza and Ultear get along about as well as cats and dogs. ... Please don't throw Mira into that mix. (人◕ω◕);;;;;;;;

I suppose to get back to the question: Natsu and Ultear become an item shortly after Alvarez arc. That's when most of the relationships become established anyway... But Natsu and Ultear...? Hmm. They both have serious sides to them. Both have goofy sides. And it just felt nice to resonate with one another. In part, Ultear wanted to see the look on Gray's face when she got together with Natsu.... But the Dragon Slayer wasn't a means to an end. She cares deeply for him, and it's very much reciprocated. (人◕ω◕)

Ultear's certainly one of the first few to make babies with Natsu, though... After all, Ultear thinks ahead. And there isn't anyone else she'd rather be the father to her children. (人◕ω◕) They wind up with a daughter as the firstborn... But after that...? I'll leave to your imaginations~... (人◕ω◕)

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darlin', I'm just tryin' to tell ya

“You’re kidding,” Ravi mutters in the waiting room as Bobby discusses things with the vet tech and Buck holds this incredibly large mutt in his arms like a baby and Eddie looks at Buck like his world is imploding inwards. “Great. What do we do with Cancer Dog?”

“Ravi,” Hen hisses. “We are in public.”

ravi begins, or something

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When Ravi is 7 years old, he goes to the hospital for the first time.

He doesn’t remember it, later. It’s not one of those memories that stick after all the in and out and up and down and do the hokey pokey or what-fucking-ever. The first time he goes to the hospital, it’s because he broke his leg racing down the school-yard with his friends. It’s not because he has cancer.

The second time, he’s 11. His primary care physician tells his mother it’s growing pains. He prescribes Ravi a heating pack for when his knee aches too much.

The third time, he’s 12 years old and in so much pain he can’t even see straight. The third time, his younger sister watches him with wide, terrified eyes in the back of their Honda Civic and there’s no music playing. The third time, even though it feels like another bone break, the doctor gets his x-rays back, and then promptly books Ravi in for an MRI.

“We want to run some more tests,” she says, frowning slightly. “So that we can make a conclusive diagnosis.”

Ravi’s mother’s grip tightens on his shoulder, and she keeps glancing at her phone, waiting for his father to call. Ananya, all of 10, sits on a chair and plays Pokémon on Ravi’s silver Nintendo DS Lite, which is only okay because she never remembers to save the game. The doctor’s office is white, sterile, and there aren’t even any fun posters on the wall, which is Ravi’s first sign that everything’s about to go to shit.

“Conclusive diagnosis,” he repeats carefully, pushing up his glasses. He’s farsighted. “Why—I mean, what are you guys looking for?”

“Ravi,” his mom shushes before the doctor can lie or something. She doesn’t say it through gritted teeth like she might if he was being bothersome at the local HEB, which is Ravi’s second sign. “We’ll talk later, okay?”

He blinks, and then Ananya tells him that she caught a Flareon—“In the wild?”—and the doctor leaves and his dad calls and comes over and gives them a dollar each for the vending machine and Ravi forgets he’s in the hospital at all until they leave and it’s dark outside and the ache in his leg flares up again.

His dad, with his quiet face and hands in his pockets, doesn’t say anything that night when Ravi asks if they can turn the Air Conditioning down low so that he can sleep through the pain. “Amma gave me Advil,” he explains, at midnight, when his acchan catches him messing with the temperature. “But I still can’t sleep.”

“I’ll fix it,” his dad tells him. It’s late. Ravi doesn’t know why he’s still awake. “How much colder do you want it?”

“Cold,” he answers, rubbing at his face and praying that his dad can’t see the DS still flashing light underneath his pillow.

He wakes up to it freezing—ache in his leg just a dull throb. His dad doesn’t complain about the electricity bill the next day.

(That’s his third sign.)

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Nobody Ends Up Dead in a Bathtub, Everyone Keeps Their Organs: Chapter 11

Summary: Alex is an ordinary, highly-introverted office worker. He clocks in and out and goes home to his little apartment he shares with his younger sister. He hasn’t dated in years. Until his co-workers set him up on a blind date.

The only issue is he and his date are not on the same page. At all.

While Alex thinks it’s a normal date, Damián is under the impression Alex is a client who paid to be there. No-so-quickly, they realize something is up. It’s all a prank. Damián is a sex worker Alex’s co-workers hired as a sick joke.

After reassuring that they’re both okay, Alex decides he wants revenge for both him and Damián. The plan is to use the stigma of sex work and start a 6-week, scandalous fake dating scheme with a big finale at the office Halloween party. Alex’s co-workers will be too horrified to try to prank him again. At least, that’s the plan.

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Eve threw her bag over her shoulders with little care for the aging straps. It sat heavily on her shoulders. The bulk of her laptop and textbooks weighed her down and reminded her of the ache in her lower back that she had initially earned from work.

Her keychains rattled as they smacked into one another and collided with her pins and buttons. A Tom Nook hit a Secret Police badge. An enamel coffee mug was assaulted by a Master Sword. All the plastic clinked together, echoing her nerdiness to the empty room. If she cared enough, she would think of herself as cringe. But she had too many other things on her mind to consider when she crossed the line from cool geek to weirdo.

“Are you feeling any better about any of this?” Leo asked.

“Kinda.”

It wasn’t the right answer. Leo didn’t look pleased that they were only in the “kinda” stage. He was so good at math, he was probably annoyed that she was taking so long to understand anything. Every time he had to go over a formula with her again or correct her steps, she felt she was burdening him. Even though he didn’t outwardly show it, she knew she had to have been the worst person in his life at the moment.

Leo was always passive in their study sessions. He corrected her without any sharpness in his tone. He would slowly erase her progress and tell her to try again, not ever giving her the answer.

But he was staying late for her. He could have been back in his dorm or his apartment or wherever rather than running through the same math problems over and over, correcting her, and re-teaching her how to work through formulas and watching her make the same mistakes over and over and over again.

“Better than I was feeling about it,” Eve said, hoping that would help her win some favor with Leo.

“When’s your exam again?” he asked.

“November 1st. Dr. Felner took major pity on me.”

But she was still going to try to be nice to Leo. He was the only other student she spent so much time with, and she was starting to feel a little kinship with him.

About a week ago, she passed him as he was leaving a campus coffee shop. He waved at her and smiled, and his smile felt familiar. Like she had seen it before. It was something about how it brightened his whole face or how his teeth were so straight it was like he should have been in an ad for braces.

After that, she thought maybe there was a chance that he didn’t totally hate her enough to ignore her. But then again, anyone would be in a good mood at noon, holding an iced coffee compared to 6 pm in a stuffy academic center.

Leo, she was sure, was nice and kind. She just always saw him with dark circles under his eyes after a long day of his own shit.

He pulled his own bag on. There was the rattle of his own keychains and pins. One keychain, an old thing, popped off its chain and bounced off the table.

“Noo!” Leo cried, tone way too dramatic for the impression he had already left on Eve.

Eve stooped to grab it off the carpet and handed it back. It had been a clean break. The chain had fallen out of its little nook in the plastic of the charm. There was a glob of dried hot glue on it where it had been repaired before.

“I like your Charmander,” she said.

Immediately, Leo brightened. He put it in the center of his palm and held it out to her so she could get a better look.

“Thanks!” It was the most expressive Eve had seen Leo since the coffee shop. He smiled again, and Eve could not place why it reassured her so much. “I got him from a claw machine. I spent, like, 20 bucks to get him.”

“You spent 20 dollars on that?”

“Yes! Look at him! He’s so cool.”

Eve nodded along with him. It was pretty cool. It was almost chibi-like and stood up perfectly on its own. The colors were vibrant but overall a little off and basic. Charmander’s body was a little too yellow. The flame on the tail was missing some depth. It looked like it could be unofficial merch in any of the many bogus restaurants in the city that stocked weird games and even weirder prizes.

But Eve had finally found a way to get Leo to say more than a few words to her. She was going to pounce.

“Do you play a lot of Pokémon?” Eve asked.

“Yeah!”

Eve slipped her bag off one shoulder and swung it around. She showed him her Ponyta keychain. She had gotten her from some mystery box from some store in New Jersey over the summer. While she wasn’t particularly a huge fan of Ponyta, she didn’t have enough money to buy another mystery box.

Alex had said it was cool when she brought it back to his apartment at the start of the school year. Ponyta had some good attacks. He secured it to her bag for her, and it stayed there ever since.

“Dope. Ponyta is pretty badass, but I’m personally loyal to the starters,” Leo said. His eyes caught something else. He pointed to the pink and orange rainbow pin on the front of her bag. “I like your rainbow.”

“Oh. Thanks.”

“Does it mean anything?”

Leo looked at Eve so earnestly, and Eve wanted to assume that he was a good guy, that he would have no problem if she told him it was lesbian pride colors. If she wanted to actually get to know him, he would have to know her. At some point, she would have to let him know that she was gay.

But she still froze. She didn’t know whether or not she should avoid the question, make up some lie about how she just liked rainbows, or that it was a reference to a movie or the emblem of a secret society on campus. She could tuck her secret away and hide it away until later. Until she was certain she wanted to tell him.

“Is it a gay thing?” Leo asked.

Eve could hardly breathe. It was a mistake to have the pin on there if she didn’t want to be asked about it. “Yeah.”

“What kind of gay thing?”

“What?”

“Like. Is it a special pride pin for October? Like breast cancer? I think that’s cool if that’s it.”

Eve shook her head. Did he really think the gays collaborated on merch with breast cancer awareness organizations? Did he think that queer people created different pins as special, limited-edition collectibles? It was kind of a cool idea but a bit too capitalist.

Her brief panic was instantly over. Damián looked at her so earnestly. It was like staring into the eyes of a Labrador Retriever. A young, clueless Chocolate Lab.

“No,” Eve said. “It’s the lesbian flag colors.”

“No shit? Lesbians have their own colors?”

“Yeah?”

“That’s dope!”

Leo looked excited to be learning so much. Eve was startled by the sudden switch. Only a moment ago it was like he wanted nothing to do with her. Regardless, her anxiety had easily melted away. Leo was okay. They had just needed a little nudge toward each other. They just needed Pokemon and gay pride to come out of their shells a little.

“I’m an ally,” Leo said, putting a hand to his chest.

“I can tell.”

“My brother’s gay.”

“Cool.”

“It’s super cool. And I love lesbians, too.”

Leo turned off the lights to the lounge of the academic center. It was where all tutoring sessions took place. There was comfortable seating for the students, snacks and coffee, and fancy tables with whiteboards as tabletops. During the day, it was pretty busy if only because people were swinging by for a morning or afternoon fix of caffeine.

In the evening, once all the real adults who worked there clocked out, it was eerily empty. The high ceilings imposed some feeling the opposite of claustrophobia. Something that reminded Eve of nightmares of drowning in an ocean with no land in sight.

“I also love trans people,” Leo said.

“You love the whole alphabet.”

“I do! So much!”

Leo held open the door leading out of the building. Eve stepped through it and down the few steps right outside. The campus was still lively. The sun was just starting to go down, and everyone was taking advantage of the last few warm evenings of the year. Girls whizzed by on skateboards, packs of seniors were carrying hammocks to try to find someplace on campus to hang them and then pretend to study. Really, they were all going to update their Instagram accounts.

“I really am an ally,” Leo said. “My brother’s taught me all this stuff about Stonewall and stuff. Have you heard of Stonewall?”

Eve wanted to sigh, but she could tell he wasn’t trying to be condescending. He was genuinely interested in talking about it. “Yes. I have. It’s pretty well-known among us gays.”

“I think it’s great. Throwing bricks and shit at the cops,” Leo went on. “I’d throw a brick for the LGBT community.”

“We’ll have to meme that. ‘Leo threw the first brick at Stonewall.’”

“Thanks, but I don’t want to take credit away from a black trans woman.”

Eve turned around. She was about to tell Leo that he didn’t have to worry. She was almost certain their meme would be harmless. It was like an inside joke with the LGBT community that she’d let him be in on.

But before she could say anything, she looked past Leo and at the picnic benches on the front lawn of the academic center. A group of boys sat at the one closest to her and Leo. They had textbooks out in front of them but were clearly not reading them.

Eve had a class with them. Though, that class was so big she didn’t know their names or anything about them besides the fact they usually sat a couple of rows ahead of her. She was one of the few girls in that class. Every day, they looked at her. At first, when they waved, she waved back. But as the semester went on, they’d look back at her and laugh and turn to one another.

It was hard to tell why they did all that. They could have been harmless, and Eve wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt. It could have been playful teasing. Playground, recess-type stuff a parent or a teacher would brush off with just, “That just means he likes you.”

They watched her wait on Leo. She didn’t look directly at them but could still see them out of the corner of her eye. She stared straight ahead, grabbing the straps of her bag tight.

Leo joined her, gave her a look, and then turned towards the boys. When Eve started to walk away, the boys started shifting around in their seats.

It was probably nothing. They were probably just getting up to go back to their dorms. But Leo sidled up close to her, his Chocolate Lab eyes shadowed.

Leo towered over her. When they first met, she thought that he must have been an athlete on campus. He had to have been over six feet, making him a solid foot taller than her.

“Where do you live?” Leo asked Eve.

“Off-campus.”

He took her arm and pulled her down the sidewalk. “Do you live far?”

“No. It’s in walking distance.”

“I’ll walk you there.”

“Thank you.”

It wasn’t until they were on the edge of campus that Eve started trembling. She was reminded of all the times she had made it back to Alex’s apartment in tears, her phone in her hand, finger ready to dial Alex’s number.

It truly sucked how much power men had. They could make her feel unsafe, terrified even. Or, if they cared, they could protect her. Like Leo was doing. The only thing that could stop a man was another man. Even Alex, who was not at all intimidating with his stocky build and baby face, could ward off creepy comments just by standing next to her.

The whole thing burned her up inside, but all she could think, walking through the city, was that she was lucky Leo was one of the good ones.

“How are you liking your other classes?” Leo asked.

“They’re fine. It’s just calc that I’m struggling with. I don’t get why I even need to take it.”

“It’s not a bad thing to be well-rounded.”

“I guess not.”

“And math is more than just math. It teaches you how to deconstruct problems before you solve them.”

They walked for a while longer, their conversation dying. Eve eventually calmed down. She was thinking about what she was going to make for dinner, whether or not they had pasta or something frozen she could shove in the oven. Alex was always nice and made sure, whenever he did the shopping, that he picked up things that she liked and could cook with her limited culinary talent.

“You know, I’ve never seen you around campus before,” Leo said.

“It’s a big campus.”

“True.”

“And I’m only a sophomore. You’re a senior.”

“Yeah.”

Eve led him around a corner. He kept close as people walked past. An old woman walking her tiny dog. A couple in matching beanies. The least intimidating the city had to offer.

They passed a bookstore with a pride flag in the window. The rainbow stripes and the triangle were prominent in the window. The flag was creased still from the packaging. The plastic-y material would never let the crinkles go until they were properly steamed out.

It wasn’t an uncommon sight anymore for flags to be displayed in businesses or outside homes or apartments, but Leo still stared it down as they came up on it, met it, and left it behind until his neck was all twisted around.

“Um, about the ally thing,” Leo said. “Do you know anything about the ally group on campus?”

“The GSA?”

“Yeah. I’ve seen some stuff about it, but I don’t really know all that much about it. Are you part of it?”

“I go to the meetings. Most of the time. They have a Twitter if you ever want to see what they do.”

“Like things they do around campus?”

“Yeah.”

“Do they do stuff often?”

“Every so often, yeah. I think there’s something coming up this weekend.”

“What is it?”

“There’s a queer author visiting. She’s giving a lecture or something.”

“Oh! I’d go to that!”

“’Cause you’re an ally?”

“Exactly! Will you be there?”

Eve hadn’t been planning on it. She had worked last weekend and the weekend before that. She had been looking forward to time to veg out on the couch. Nothing seemed more appealing than playing video games until her eyes were crossed and there was a deep ache in her sockets. And hanging out with Leo outside of tutoring was a drastic step to be taken right after their first real conversation.

But she found herself saying yes to Leo, and she found herself listening to him excitedly go on about how he was going to tell his brother he was going to a GSA event.

It was just a lecture—not that Eve meant to downplay the importance of their guests, but it was low-key compared to everything else the group did around campus. It wasn’t like their drag shows or their Friends-giving every November. It was just a thing to show up to when you didn’t have any other plans and were feeling something insightful.

Eve agreed to meet up with Leo there. She pulled up the promotional flyer from their Twitter account and got Leo’s number to send it to him. Leo asked how early they should get there, and she said it wasn’t like a movie premiere. There would be plenty of seats. They could get there a few minutes early and be fine.

Leo dropped her off at the front of her building and waited for her to get through the doors before turning around and starting off toward his own destination. No doubt, he was feeling pretty good about himself. Not only did he befriend a lesbian, but he was going to a queer lecture. Truly the ally they all needed, Eve thought.

#original fiction #original writing #writblr #writeblr #Nobody Ends Up Dead in a Bathtub Everyone Keeps Their Organs #Nobody ends up dead #queer fiction #queer writing

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deke-rivers-1957 · 4 months

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Toby Goes to Hogwarts

"Now son how's ya robes fittin ya? Ain't gonna be meltin down cause of em?"

Ah look in the mirror an see mahself in a set of school robes. Ah kinda bounce a bit.

"Ah look sharp! Ah'm ready fer Hogwarts!"

He pats mah shoulder smilin.

"That's mah boy! 11 years old an yer gonna be goin out on yer own havin adventures."

Ah go down ta the kitchen ta put the finishin touches on the tank fer Trevor. Pop an Ah get the last thangs together. Ah pick up mah trunk an' backpack an' Trevor's tank an we head out ta the car.

"Do ya got mah ticket, Pop?"

He smiles an nods.

"Got it right in mah pocket. Ah'mma give ya the ticket once we get ta the station."

"Ok."

Ah start fidgetin an look out the window.

Time Skip

Ah'm startin ta get a lil scared once we get ta the station. Pop parks the car an helps get mah stuff out. Ah see 'em lookin at me like he think somethin's wrong.

"Wha's wrong Pop?"

"You's best be fixin ta get ya cryin out the way Toby. Ah know this' gonna be yer first time away from me so jus let out yer cryin now."

Ah try not ta cry... but Ah can't help it. Ah hug Pop an cry a little bit. He hugs me back.

"Ah'm givin ya money fer lil snacks an yer ticket. Ya can send me letters anytime ya want. It'll take awhile but Ah promise ta send ya one back."

Ah'm still cryin an in a way Ah'm glad it's rainin. Ah like this type a rain cause it's all nice an cold.

"We's best be gettin on the platform before we get wet."

Ah follow Pop as we run inta the wall ta get on the platform. Ah'm a lil upset Ah started cryin in front a people but Ah keep on goin', hopin' Pop'll think Ah'm brave.

"Jus be brave, Toby. Ah know this'll be hard at first but it'll be ok."

Ah see the train an hear a sound tha's like a mix a whistles an train wheel squeak. Pop looks over at mah face an notices mah lil' waterin' eyes.

"Doncha worry bout the train son. It'll sound loud at first but once ya give it a couple mins, yer gonna feel better."

Ah wipe mah eyes knowin Pop's makin sense. Ah can't really say anythang cause Ah'm tryna catch mah breath. Pop pats mah head an Ah start ta feel better.

"You's gonna be makin new friends Toby. Got yer frog, Trevor goin wit ya. Just gotta let out yer feelins an get on the train."

"Oh-Ok, Pop."

Ah wanna make sure Ah'm gonna find mah way on that train, seein' as how Ah'm not so good wit trains normally. Mah mind goes blank an mah stomach feels tied up wit knots. But this time instead of bein' a scared kid it feels different. Ah think this' the first time Ah've ever felt real special. Maybe this' what Hogwarts' supposed ta be like.

"Watch yer step son. Jus gotta get on the train an you'll be fine."

"Thanks, Pop."

Ah make it ta the top an stand by the train window. Ah look back at Pop standin on the platform. Mah face is full a excitement an a flood of feelins. Mah stomach starts ta hurt real bad.

"Bye Pop! Ah love ya!"

"Bye son. Love ya too."

Ah try ta keep a straight face an keep watchin' mah Pop as the train pulls outta the station while gainin' speed.

"Trevor. Are we gonna be ok?"

He looks at me with his froggie eyes and ribbits. Ah try not ta cry agin.

"Thanks Trevor. We's gonna be great then."

Ah hear somebody clear their throat. Ah turn round.

"Need help? I'll show ya how to find a seat."

"Well. Ok."

Ah follow the man through the train till Ah find a special train room.

"Thank ya sir."

Ah sit down knowin it's time ta close mah eyes an take a deep breath. Mah head leans against the train window as the train rattles down the tracks. Mah stomach starts to hurt real bad, like real bad... But Ah'm on the way to Hogwarts.

Time Skip

"Hello. My name is Jacklin. Jacklin Gryffindor. May I sit here with you?"

Ah peek out one eye an see a girl bout mah age lookin at mah face. She's got very pale skin an almost white hair. She's looks magical like the LOTR girl from mah daydreams. Mah stomach is still turnin' somersaults in mah gut.

"Oh, Ah guess so... Mah name's Toby Kwimper."

Ah notice that her eyes are still on mah face. She opens her mouth to say something, then stops and just stares at mah face.

"Is this your first time on the Hogwarts Express? You look like you have motion sickness."

"Uh yeah...how'd ya know?"

Ah'm surprised she could even notice all that. Mah stomach's still turnin' over in all kinds a directions.

"When I got on the train I saw a few other first year students get sick."

"Oh. Well Ah'm not just gettin' sick, Ah'm gettin' real sick. Would ya maybe have somethin' ta settle mah stomach? Do ya know any spells?"

Ah feel sick enough to puke.

"Well I do know something. Try to focus on me, Toby."

"But mah stomach's turnin' and hurtin' real bad. Ah'm gonna puke."

Ah clutch mah stomach an look at Jacklin. Her eyes seem ta be drawin' me in.

"Just take deep breaths."

Ah'm scared ta hold her hands. But Ah'm scared to puke in front a her even worse. Ah slowly put mah hands out an we grab each other's hands. We jus look at each other's faces an try to think about somethin' else.

"Are you feeling better, Toby?"

The pain's gone. Ah can still feel mah stomach movin, but it's stopped hurtin'.

"Thanks."

Ah look at her an give her a little smile.

"That's lovely to hear, Toby. If you don't mind I think we try to distract ourselves. Let's talk about our wands."

Ah sit back in mah seat an' look at her. It's been awhile since Ah've seen mah wand. Ah dig it outta mah pocket an take a good look at it.

"Awright. What d'ya wanna know?"

Ah see 'er lookin at it.

"Is that an english oak wand? What's the core?"

"Yeap, English oak wit'a unicorn hair core."

Ah give her another little smile.

"And tha's good?"

"English oak wood supposedly was used to make Merlin's wand. Wizards who use this wand have to have strong intuition, and tend to like nature. You might end up becoming really good with our classes that focus on plants and magical creatures."

Ah feel mahself noddin but Ah don't really get everythang she's sayin.

"Yeap. Ah think Mr. Ollivander done tol me bout all that. Ah like it."

Ah smile an seem ta be a little cloud a light an have warm, fuzzy feelings in mah brain that's makin' me feel good fer a change. Jacklin takes out her wand.

"This is a cherry wood wand with a Veela hair core."

"Cherry wood wand with a Veela hair core? What's a Veela?"

She looks up at me.

"Veela are semi-human magical beings; beautiful women with white-gold hair and skin that appears to shine like the moon. When angry, Veela take on a less pleasant appearance; their faces elongate into sharp, cruel-beaked bird heads, and long scaly wings burst from their shoulders. My mother can do that but since I'm only half-Veela I can't."

Ah blink at her cause she said a lotta words.

"But what does that mean about the core of the wand?"

"Veela hair helps tame temperamental wands. Cherry wood is very rare in the UK and can be very dangerous. Only wizards with a lot of self control should get wands like this."

Ah look at her with big surprised eyes.

"Why d'ya gotta say that?"

Ah can feel mah stomach startin' ta rumble again. Mah face heats up an Ah start ta look at mah wand again ta try an' distract myself.

"Since I'm part Veela, I'm always trying to keep my powers under control. Veela have the ability to hypnotize most people attracted to girls when we dance. I try not to dance though because I know it makes them do dangerous things."

Ah look up at you. Mah stomach is rumblin' still, but Ah'm more scared of lookin' at her eyes now that Ah know what they can do. Ah hear her sigh.

"Veela magic is a curse when you think about it. You never know who your real friends are. My family supports half blooded and human born wizards but it's too dangerous for me to be around pure humans."

Mah stomach's turned back into just a big knot. Ah can feel mah face tryin' ta change into a soft, sad little face. Ah got no choice bout this one.

"Tha's a shame. Ah'm sorry ya have ta live wit that. Ya seem so nice."

"We're always, no matter what, physically perfect; graceful; and flawless. Nothing can make us look bad. Even when I start to get acne it doesn't seem to matter. That's why I wish I can have someone tell me I look snotty. At least that would be a sign I'm like any other 11 year old girl."

Ah notice her skin seems ta look perfect. She ain't got bruises or paper cuts on her hands like Ah do. Ah wish Ah could comfort her an Ah don't want her to feel so bad. After a bit, Ah start ta think about somethin'.

"Hey! Yer lips don't look perfect. There's a crack right in the middle of one of 'em!"

Ah hope Ah weren't soundin too mean. Girls in the past usually jus laugh at me or think Ah'm gross.

"Where?"

Ah point ta her lip an the little crack in the middle.

"Right there. See it?"

She looks at her reflection in the window.

"They do look a bit chapped. So does that mean that you don't feel affected by my magic?"

"Nah. Least Ah don't think Ah do cause now that Ah'm seein yer dry lips tha's all Ah can focus on."

She looks away from the window.

"I see. I didn't realize they were that dry."

Ah'm glad Ah was able to find somethin' that ain't perfect bout her. The knot in mah stomach slowly starts ta go away.

"See ya ain't so perfect. Perfect girls ain't got cracked lips."

She touches them ta feel how they're so dry.

"I should probably buy a bottle of pumpkin juice when the Honeydukes trolley passes by."

Ah look at her, an Ah wanna laugh. Ah dunno why since Ah know it probly ain't that funny.

"Wha's pumpkin juice good fer?"

"Anything to drink should help add moisture to my lips. The trolley on this train has only pumpkin juice since we're going to have a feast when we get to Hogwarts."

Mah eyes look real big cause Ah sure Ah ain't knowed we's gonna eat a lotta food.

"Feast?"

"Oh. Don't you have start of term feasts where you're from, Toby?"

Ah jus look at her knowin Ah ain't understood a word she said.

"Oh, not at mah school. Sometimes we got pizza days but then on the last day a school we get this hotdog day. Sure ain't a feast cause we'd only get one hotdog an a bag a Fritos or Pringles. Ya know those small little bags they give ya cause the school jus ain't got a lotta money..."

Ah jus start ramblin bout mah old school. Ah guess tha's a good thang cause she ain't tol' me ta shut up yet.

"Are you autistic Toby?"

Ah stop talkin. Ah need a sec ta figure out wha she said but Ah nod cause Ah'm scared ta say yes out loud.

"Uh huh."

"I think that might explain why you're not affected by my Veela magic."

Ah turn mah head a bit cause that don't make sense.

"How come?"

"I'm not sure since not everyone with autism seems to be affected the same way. It’s very rare to even have any immunity as it is."

"An yer sayin' Ah'm the only person that ain't affected by yer magic?"

"Outside of my family, yes. I’m not sure if there’s anyone else who wouldn’t be affected by it."

Ah look at her with wide eyes. Mah mind's racein' with ideas and excitement.

"If it ain't too personal, what does yer family worry about?"

"That my Veela magic causes the boys to do dangerous things to try to impress me. That’s why I said my magic is similar to a siren. Even when I don’t willingly use it, it’s still there. I can’t turn it off."

"Sounds like a pain."

Ah look out da window while smackin mah hands gainst mah seat.

"We nearly at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft an Wizardry yet?"

Ah look back at her an give her another half-smilin' look.

"I think we have another hour before we get there. Do you want anything from the trolley?"

Ah remember mah stomach's rumblin a bit.

"Yes. Ah think Ah could go fer one of 'em pumpkin juices. Ah ain't gonna be gettin cracked lips too."

The trolley lady appears an Ah try ta get mah wizardin money.

"Anythin off the trolley dears?"

"Yes, ma'am. One of dem pumpkin juices if ya got it."

She turns ta Jacklin an she wants ta get everythang. She's gotta be rich if she can get all 'em snacks an pumpkin juice too. Ah dunno if Ah'd be able ta eat anythang at the feast. Ah can't help but smile like a baby, an mah stomach seems ta go from a knot ta a floppin' flounders tail.

"Tha'll be 12 sickles loves."

Ah try ta count out tha money an hand it ta her.

"Thank ya ma'am."

Mah mouth is almost drooling. Mah eyes're all wide open. Mah stomach's a-rumblin' an' a-growlin'. Mah hands're all fidgety on tha pumpkin juice.

"Have you ever had anything from Honeydukes before, Toby?"

Ah shake my head, still lookin' at her snack an droolin' an starvin' an waitin' impatiently, like a baby might act.

"Oh that's right, you're American. You probably don't have Honeydukes there."

"Oh no. We ain't even got a trolley fer snacks. Is tha pumpkin juice good? It smells real good."

"I think it makes for a nice summer's drink. It seems to be popular because it's sweet."

Ah nod an mah stomach growls again.

"So it means Ah can have a sip right now?"

"Oh yes. Sorry about that, Toby."

Ah smile at her then immediately take a big drink out of tha bottle. The drink seems ta instantly help mah hunger pangs. Ah feel mah stomach settlin.

"Thanks fer buyin all these snacks, Jacklin."

"I figure it’s time that you learn what all these snacks are. Have you ever tried a chocolate frog before?"

"Nah. No one eats frogs back home. Ah mean some do but they don't cover 'em in chocolate. They fry their legs. Ah don't eat 'em though cause... Ah got mah frog Trevor."

Ah look at a package an then back ta her. Mah stomach growls an then Ah turn ta look at tha frog package. Ah'm tryin' real hard ta be polite an well behaved.

"Go on Toby, open it."

Ah open it up. A magical chocolate frog starts ta hop around.

"Don't worry, Toby. These frogs are just chocolate shaped like ones. They’re not alive."

Ah grab it an' start nommin' tha chocolate frog like it's some kinda animal. It's meltin' in mah mouth... A real frog'd take some time to eat or swallow.

"It's reeeeeal gooood."

Mah stomach's growlin slows down.

"Thank ya."

Ah smile like a baby at her.

"There’s the card that comes with it. The boys like to trade them when they collect these."

Ah look at the picture of tha frog and read tha card.

"Which one did you get, Toby?"

"Ah dunno who Ah got but it says Albus Dumbledore."

"Oh that's Headmaster Dumbledore. We'll be meeting him today once we get to Hogwarts."

Mah growlin' calms way down. Ah feel real full an relaxed and tired, but Ah feel good. Ah smile up at her like one o' those baby animals with tha big eyes.

"Ya know, Ah feel like Ah ate mah favorite dinner an' then Ah ate mah dessert an then some mo' favorite dinner an then some mo dessert. Ah feel kinda... kinda full... A little... sleepy...

Ah yawn a little, an' Ah lean against her until Trevor ribbits.

"What was that? Chocolate frogs never sound like real ones."

Ah snap awake after her voice startles mah half-asleep mind.

"Oh."

Ah look around to find tha sound. Ah see Trevor on tha floor an' Ah pick it up.

"Trevor started talkin' ta me."

"Is that your pet, Toby?"

"Uh huh. His name's Trevor."

Ah let Trevor sit on mah hand an' scratch tha back a his head. He likes tha way Ah'm scratchin' him. Ah wonder if he likes mah scratchin' better than tha others. He likes tha way Ah pet him.

"Wanna come an sit on mah lap Trevor?"

There's a big smile on mah face. Trevor climbs onto mah lap so Ah can get better access ta pet him. Ah notice Jacklin lookin at me.

"Wha's happened?"

"Oh nothing. Nothing happened, Toby. I was just thinking about you and your frog. I think the English oak was a good choice for your wand.

"Why's that?"

She smiles at me.

"Trevor seems to understand what you’re saying like he’s a person too."

"Well tha's cause Trevor's smart like Ah am. He's talkin' ta me like he knew me real well ever since Ah got 'em. We're basically friends."

Ah say all that wit a serious face. Cause Ah mean it. Jacklin don't seem ta think Ah'm weird that Ah talk ta frogs.

"Well that's nice Toby."

Ah give Trevor a long and tender scratch along tha back an' tha back a his neck, an he seems ta like it. Ah look at Jacklin an Ah see the same kinda look in her eyes now too. She seems ta understand me a little better all a sudden. Mah stomach doesn't growl no more. Ah feel really happy like Ah ain't ever felt before. Mah heart's flippin around. But Ah'm happy. Real happy...

Tag list: @arrolyn1114, @aliengoth3, @vintagepresley, @comebackep, @thetaoofzoe, and @presleysgirl6.

#toby and the veela #ecu fanfiction #hp au #toby kwimper

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not-so-mundane-after-all · 1 year

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Now that tlou is over for now I need more father & found kid media in my life. Do you have any recommendations? ❤️

Well, the two off the top of my head are obviously The Mandalorian, which I'm sure I don't need to explain, and another Star Wars media: the animated series The Bad Batch - which the fandom jokingly calls the Dad Batch because it's a show about a group of brothers who are "defected" clones and they find themselves taking under their wing a little girl named Omega who is technically their sister because she's the first and only female clone.

And while Omega has a very special and unique relationship with each one of her brothers, one specifically stands out.

While the others are like brothers/uncles, Hunter is truly a father. They have a special connection from the start, as you can see here in this pic she's his little shadow and loves to mimic him. At this point in the story, he's all about giving her a life she deserves, away from danger and just letting her be a kid. He's a tired dad but he loves being a dad. And everyone can tell by just looking at him.

Another pair I've been recently obsessed with is Stephen Strange and America Chavez. Even if you're not into MCU, go watch Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness because the boost of serotonin the Instant Adoption trope in this movie gives you is everything you hoped for and more.

Like, the protective instinct in Stephen pops up out of nowhere and he's like what the hell?! I can't turn it off! But do I want to turn it off? Nah, not really.

Istg, maybe there's not a lot of content with just one movie but the FICS?! The fics are chef's kiss!

Then there are other more famous pairs like Hopper and El from Stranger Things or Geralt and Ciri from the Witcher. But those I think I don't need to explain because their cases are widely known. So I'm gonna go in a different direction.

Oldie but a goodie. Marcel Gerard and Davina Claire from The Originals. Used to be my whole personality like Dick & Rachel and Joel & Ellie are now. I'm not gonna lie, my heart got broken many times and they are the reason I have trust issues but god they were so good. Like c'mon, the man saves her from literally being sacrificed in some ritual and instantly goes "yup, you're my child now", dials up his protectiveness to 11, creates her a beautiful room in the old church's attic, and even if he fucks up many times, I haven't seen a man love stronger before I met Marcel Gerard.

And of course:

SAVING THE BEST FOR THE LAST HAHAHA. DICK GRAYSON AND RACHEL ROTH, DC TITANS. But if you followed me for a while, here or on Twitter, you know the drill already. No need to explain, all my fics will do it for me 💙🖤 "we were supposed to save each other"/found you through a dream/invisible string/my reason to live all in one??? Got me in a chokehold since the pilot and is keeping me there for four years straight. The loves of my life. Can shake hands with Joel and Ellie because they took "if you're lost in the darkness, look for the light" literally. BOTH LOST IN THE DARKNESS, IN HER CASE LITERAL AS WELL AS FIGURATIVE. BROUGHT LIGHT TO EACH OTHER'S LIVES. SAVED EACH OTHER FROM ROCK BOTTOM. YOU CAN'T GO BETTER THAN THAT.

I'm sure there's more but these are the closest to my heart right now. Hope that'll help fill the void!

#mundi asks #dc titans #the last of us #the originals #the bad batch #the Mandalorian #doctor strange #dick and rachel #joel and ellie #hunter and omega #stephen and america

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acewithapaintbrush · 2 years

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If you'd like to, here's a prompt

Dolores gets her first period and thinks she's injured or dying (like most inexperienced 11 year old girls) and goes to Julieta for food to heal herself, but when she realizes the 'injury didn't heal she grows concerned and goes to pepa crying which ends in dolores learning about periods and all alongside Isabela and Luisa.

This prompt took me so long cause it fuelled the idea for a long One-Shot. A bit angstier than you probably intended but I hope you'll like it anon:

The Kindest Thing (2344 words) by Acewithapaintbrush Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Encanto (2021) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Additional Tags: Pepa Madrigal Needs a Hug, References to Depression, Dolores Madrigal Needs a Hug, Dolores Madrigal Gets a Hug, Bruno Madrigal Needs a Hug, Bruno Madrigal is Good With Kids, Sad Bruno Madrigal, period pain, Dolores gets her period and has no idea what to do, takes place a month after Mirabel's ceremony, Bruno just left, Pepa is not dealing with it so well

Summary: Dolores is convinced she is dying. She is in so much pain and bleeding and Tia Julieta's food doesn't help. She wants her Mama but Mama hasn't come out of her room for a week now because she is so sad. Dolores can't bother her Mama with this, can she? A uncle in the walls breaks his silence to set her straight.

#encanto #encanto fanfic #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #encanto headcanons #Warnings for depressive Pepa #And mentions of blood of course #This ends on a sad note #Just saying

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princesssarisa · 1 year

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Sleeping Beauty Spring: "Dornröschen" ("Briar Rose") (1941 German stop-motion short)

This elegant example of 1940s stop-motion animation, produced and directed by Ferdinand Diehl, is a simple, straightforward, and beautiful adaptation of the Grimms' version of Sleeping Beauty. I don't know if it was first shown in color or has always been black-and white, but it only seems to survive in black-and-white, although a color photo does exist of some of the stop-motion figures. The surviving version on YouTube also seems to be cut to just half of its original length. The original version allegedly ran 22 minutes, but the YouTube version is only 11:55 minutes long. The ending is particularly abrupt, with the castle gates just starting to open for Briar Rose and the Prince to greet the people – obviously the scene was once longer. Still, the story is told clearly and effectively, with a solemn beauty arguably enhanced by the moody black-and-white cinematography.

The setting of this Dornröschen is medieval, and the stop-motion figures are realistic, with only hints of stylization. The characters never speak, but the story is told in voiceover by a male narrator, whose narration comes almost word-for-word from the Grimms' tale. The opening scene poignantly shows the King and Queen's longing for a child, as they sadly watch a little peasant girl rocking a baby doll. But soon enough, a frog hops out of a pond to assure the Queen that within a year she'll have a daughter. When the little princess is born, as in the Grimms' tale, twelve "wise women" – not fairies – are invited to the great feast. These wise women are depicted as beautiful priestess-like figures, dressed in long white robes, veils, and crowns of flowers. Meanwhile, the antagonistic thirteenth wise woman – who, as in the Grimms' tale, goes uninvited because the King and Queen have only twelve golden plates – is a stern figure whose robe and veil are stark and black. After she curses Briar Rose to prick her finger on her fifteenth birthday, we see all the spindles in the kingdom being burned in a bonfire, an image that will reappear in various other adaptations over the years.

Fifteen years later, we find the lovely Briar Rose enjoying a birthday feast with her parents, only for some sudden business to call the King and Queen away from home. Alone, the princess explores the castle's unfamiliar rooms... and of course, she eventually comes to a tower where an old woman is spinning. As in the Grimms' tale, the entire castle instantly falls asleep with Briar Rose, from the newly-returned King and Queen to the animals in the yard and the fire in the hearth. Such details as the maid who falls asleep as she plucks a chicken and the cook who nods off as he's about to box the scullery boy's ears are also taken straight from the Grimms. The entire sequence has a dark, eerie beauty, as somber organ music underscores each person or animal dropping off to sleep, and afterwards as as thorns slowly grow until they envelop the castle.

A hundred years later, though still in medieval times, we meet the Prince, who learns the story of Briar Rose from an innkeeper. At first he tries to chop through the thorns with his sword, until suddenly roses blossom from the briars, and they part to let him enter. After wandering the castle and seeing all the many sleepers, the Prince finds the tower, where the princess lies enveloped in rose-covered briars, leaving only her face visible. The Prince's kiss wakes her, the rest of the castle wakes too, Briar Rose reunites with her parents and introduces them to her Prince, and the wedding is celebrated.

This short is a subdued Sleeping Beauty that might not have much appeal for modern children, but its simple elegance and quietly magical atmosphere make it stand out. The stop-motion animation is handsome and reasonably fluid, the narration moves the story along without being intrusive, and the musical score, while not strictly medieval-sounding, still evokes a medieval feeling in scenes both of festivity and of solemnity.

I recommend that anyone who loves the story of Sleeping Beauty see this version at least once.

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linh-cindy · 10 months

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Game On (Hunger Games x TLC Part 3)

Cinder takes a risk with the Gamemakers of the Hunger Games.

"It's important to take the defense mechanisms for use. You die from 10% infection and 20% dehydration. If you want to train with a partner, you may ask assistance."

Cinder glanced around the room. She was good with knives. Maybe she could put her skill to use.

Once the girl from District 2 had finished with the knives, Cinder went next. She grabbed a knife and threw it at the target. It landed onto the bullseye.

"You stole my knife!" Cinder heard a boy--Cato--yell.

"I didn't take it!" another countered.

"I'll get you! Oh, you know what? I'll just wait for the arena! I'll kill you first!"

Cinder looked up and saw a small girl, about 12 years old, on top of the climbing obstacle and holding Cato's knife, smirking mischievously. Rue, from District 11. Cinder couldn't help but smile.

She turned around and saw a dark-skinned boy who was also staring up at Rue, shaking his head and grinning. Thresh.

"Hey, cyborg freak!" a girl's voice taunted her.

Cinder turned around, annoyed.

A girl from District 1 with golden hair sneered at her. "Hey, look everyone! It's the Girl with a Missing Hand!"

"Nice one, Glimmer!" the girl from District 2 said. Clove.

"What kind of name is Glimmer?" Cinder asked. "And why is your name Clove? Some kind of clover leaf? Because I don't count you as lucky."

The girls stopped.

Cinder rolled her eyes and gave them the middle finger- with her left hand. The cyborg one.

. . .

"You did what?" Effie shrieked.

"I was angry. I'm sorry," Cinder said, shaking her head and looking down. "They called me a cyborg freak! What was I supposed to do?!"

"They deserved that," said Kai darkly.

Cinna nodded. "They shouldn't have called you that."

"They are Careers, Cinder!" Effie shrieked.

"And?" Cinder pressed her lips together.

Effie scoffed. "Fine. Whatever you want."

Cinder turned to Kai. "What's going to happen next?"

Kai sat up straight. "They're going to take you in one by one and they're going to evaluate you. District 1 goes first. You're last."

Cinder pushed back her hair.

Kai stared into her soul. "You have to show them everything. There'll be knives. I know you're good with them. And... how do I put this?" His brown eyes shined at her. "Make sure they remember you."

. . .

"Linh Cinder."

Cinder stood up and made her way into the room after 15 minutes of waiting for Chang Sunto to finish.

Cinder snatched a few knives from the stack and tossed one at the dummy, its blade digging itself in the dummy's head.

A few Gamemakers nodded in approval, but the rest were all cooing over a roasted pig. Cinder growled. She was being upstaged by a freaking dead pig.

She positioned the knife carefully so it would safely pierce the apple and not any of the Gamemakers.

One... two...

The knife darted through the air and pinned the apple to the wall behind the pig. The Gamemakers cried out and stared at the girl standing boldly before them in disbelief.

Cinder took a breath and bowed. "Thank you for your consideration." She put the knives back and exited.

. . .

"You did what?!" Effie said once again.

"They were ignoring me!" Cinder complained.

"That happened with me once," Kai said, rolling his eyes.

"Oh, no, no, no! You think this is going to be taken out on only you, Cinder? This is going to reflect badly on all of us!" Effie screamed.

"That was fair enough," said Cinna, folding his arms.

"So it's just bad manners, Cinna?" growled Effie.

"Really, Effie? Would they really take it out on Cinder? Or her district partner- what was his name again- Sunto? The individual training is private. If they're going to take it out on us, they'll have to reveal what happened publicly. President Levana won't like it," explained Kai.

Effie sighed.

“What did they do when you stabbed that apple?” asked Kai eagerly.

Cinder shrugged. “Well, they looked pretty startled.”

“And what did you say again? ‘Thanks for your…’”

“Thank you for your consideration,” finished Cinder, unable to stop laughing.

“Genius!” Kai clapped a hand on Cinder’s back. “Genius.”

He looked at her directly in the eye. “I would have given anything to see it.”

Cinna turned on the netscreen. Caesar Flickerman appeared on the screen.

"Hello, ladies and gentlemen! Today, we're going to reveal the scores of our Tributes!” Caesar announced cheerfully.

He looked at a paper on the table. “From District 1… we have Marvel, with a score of… Glimmer, with a score of…”

Cinder zoned out.

“…Clove, with a score of…”

“From District 3, Chang Sunto, with a score of 6.”

Kai nodded. “We can work with that.”

Effie clapped. Cinna smiled.

“And, from District 3, Linh Cinder.” Caesar paused for effect. “With a score of…”

Cinder could feel the tension rising around her.

“…11.”

Cinna, Kai and Effie shrieked in joy, surrounding her with squeals and screams.

“Oh my stars!” everyone screeched.

“Outstanding!” said Caesar from the netscreen.

Kai scooped Cinder up and twirled her around. She gasped.

“Sorry- sorry,” he said, setting her down as gently as he could.

“It’s fine,” gulped Cinder. She laughed hoarsely. “I thought they hated me.”

Kai smiled at her. “They must have liked your guts.”

“To Linh Cinder!” Cinna raised a glass of orange juice. “The Girl on Fire!”

They all agreed.

#the lunar chronicles #tlc #the rampion crew #linh cinder #kaider #tlc cinder #emperor kai #prince kai #the hunger games #thg

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patriotismforstetriol · 2 years

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Most mysterious character in the series probably goes to Talon. Who is she? Where did she come from?

You thought the answers didn’t exist. You thought she’d remain mysterious. But this is not the case! Today we will pull back the curtains and reveal the truth!

Here it is:

In the war, Talon was a secret agent -- probably a spy within Greencloak ranks.

Evidence #1: "’If it's the Greencloaks who find us,' Talon said, ‘tell them you never met me. Tell them you were captured separately. It will go easier for you that way.’"

Talon is afraid of being seen by Greencloaks. The Greencloaks don't have a list of every ex-Conqueror, let alone know them well enough to recognise their faces. Therefore, Talon was either high-ranking enough (unlikely, as nobody matching her description is described in earlier books) or closely involved with some task that would have brought her into close contact with them.

Evidence #2: Talon can recognise significant Greencloaks by sight.

"That's the Keeper," Talon said, pointing at a young figure resplendent in tellunum armor. ... "And over there--that one is Keith." A Greencloak had cornered Raisha and had an arrow nocked on his bow, pointed at Raisha's heart. "Looks like he finally learned how to fight."

Talon even knows enough about Keith to make a wry comment about his fighting ability. Further evidence that she was deeply involved with Greencloaks.

Evidence #3: Talon is older than our protagonist age range of 11-13.

Anuqi always refers to Talon as a "young woman", never a girl. However, Talon has no interaction with other teenager/adult characters: she’s a friend of Grif, Anuqi, and Worthy, and has one scene in which she interacts with Shane and Abeke (Yumaris is in the room too, but only acknowledges Abeke, and Talon, for her part, ignores Yumaris too). Every single one of these characters is in our protagonist age range. Wouldn't it have made sense/been easier to make her that age too? I propose that she is older in order to imply that she is more skillful/advanced than your average 13-year-old.

Evidence #4: Talon is multi-skilled, perhaps more than any other character in the series. - "'Hold it up to the light,' Talon instructed, peering through the bars. 'It looks like Zhongese blast powder!'" - "Don't let Talon hear you say that. She's a master with a crossbow." - "She took aim and shot her bolt straight through the heart of an approaching tern, which veered off course and slammed into the opposite wall." - "He didn't know how they all worked, and the main set of gears had remained stubbornly in place even when his best tinkerer, a girl named Talon, had tried to release them."

Like most of our characters, Talon clearly has a favoured weapon (the crossbow) but the books make a point of how skilled she is with it (unlike, say, Shane or Conor, who are good fighters and have preferred weapons, but aren’t ever described as masters with their weapons). We're also shown the breadth of her general knowledge in her ability to identify the blast powder by sight, and she's also referenced as a tinkerer. There's another scene in which she convinces a robin to move a bag for her, but considering the fact the robin was a spirit animal (and therefore more intelligent than a normal animal) and Talon's own ... supernatural/unnatural existence, it's hard to say how much of that is prior bird-whispering skill.

Evidence #5: In the tunnels of Sadre.

The arc 2 game quest leads the player and Worthy through the caverns, dispatching numerous bosses and infected animals, culminating in a boss fight with Maddox (who, similar to Zerif, seems to retain more capacity for independent thought than most of the infected, but that's another topic), in order to catch up with and then rescue Talon.

Talon survives down there, alone, (we assume) being chased by Maddox for ... wait, how long?

I thought there was more of a concrete measure of time named, but I can't find anything, so I’ll just piece together the parts that made me think this wasn’t a quick journey:

"A similar figure appeared here at Greenhaven not long ago, but his mask had the face of an animal carved in it. ... They left together and haven't returned." (Olvan in Broken Ground) -> "not long ago" here implies Worthy and the Keeper have been gone... let’s say more than a couple of days.

There's at least one meal on the course of the journey (see: Worthy sliding food under his mask). Possibly exactly one, possibly more.

In the final quest, Worthy and Talon share/let slip some information that probably would have been mentioned to Olvan when the Keeper got back. However, Olvan does not inform our book protagonists that the Redcloaks are ex-Conquerors trying to make up for their mistakes, and so we assume our heroes left Greenhaven (or Greenhaven fell) before that news reached him. The First Fleet took ~8 months from England to Australia. A modern powered ship takes 20-40 days, according to a quick internet search. With Greenhaven's whale-powered ships and assuming Erdas is of a similar scale to Earth, it probably took them somewhere between the two. At a optimistic estimate of 2 months after the “not long ago” quote for our aboveground protagonists to get to Stetriol, + 1 day spent in Stetriol before they lost contact with Greenhaven, that's a fair chunk of time the Keeper and co. spent underground.

If you trust the assumptions above, Talon survived 2+ months underground, in tunnels Xanthe thinks you can't learn how to navigate. She survived the regular underground fauna, the Wyrm-corrupted fauna that you as the player have to fight through, while being pursued by Maddox probably.

To add on to that, take a look at the dialogue avatars of the two Redcloaks in the game. Worthy is fair-skinned, so you can tell he has every inch of skin covered and wrapped, presumably as an extra layer of protection against the parasites.

Talon doesn't even wear a full-face mask.

That's bold. I rest my case.

#only mostly joking #spirit animals books #SA spoiler #proclamation #Talon

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