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1-888-narcolepsy · 1 year
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Araki try not to have his fem characters get assaulted challenge! Go!
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anghraine · 2 years
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samarecharm · 4 months
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I should add poledancing to the list of odd talents that Akira has but has no business having due to growing up in a small suburban town. I only had access to it bc i had a YMCA that had a MASSIVE gym (in a criminally underfunded part of the city); there were poles put up alongside some other structures to allow counselors to make up some shit for us to do lmao
Hes got a flair about him; speaking from experience, it is FUN to do gymnastic shit like that, and its really really REALLY good for ur core. Other things on the list are basic gymnastics (he hates that shit tho, the classes he took sucked ass), Parkour (loves this; less about running and more about utilizing ur core and bracing for falls), and Knife Flipping/Spinning. Theyre all odd things that coincidentally ended up being VERY good experience for the metaverse :) YEAH the metaverse makes it easier to pull off tricks, but he already knew how to do all those things; you cant get Ryuji or Yusuke to spin kick off a pole wo having them fall and bust their ass- Its ALL skill babey
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jazbell · 1 year
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started watching the 12 hour ann analysis vid and i just HAD to stop bc 1- i have to wake up at 6 tomorrow and its already way too late + im running on like 6 hours of sleep from last night and 2- got genuinely mad that the dude said criticism of her writing is unwarranted bc. no its not lmao.
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zacksephreunion · 5 months
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Just realized i want rebirth to be king kong IM SO DONE WITH ME
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wisteriasymphony · 17 days
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The LuckyBug Miracle Team Sucks - TWEOS AU Analysis
(4 individuals who don't work for their miraculous, and 1 person that does)
Just to start off, yes, I am analyzing my own work. Nobody really has the same depth of information on this other than me, after all. I want to get more into these sorts of things, because I like to organize my thinking behind the choices I make in this fic, and maybe even draw people into my work as well!
Lucky Lucky Ladybug - Viperius - CARA.PACE - Renared - Chat Noir
These are the five main holders of the LuckyBug Team before CN quits at the start of TWEOS. We're going to be talking about why most of them suck at their job (but mostly why Lucky chose terrible miraculouses for her peers), starting from worst to best synergy.
Viperius - Snake of Intuition
The ideal holder of the Snake Miraculous is someone who is level-headed, wise, and capable.
Luka Marcel Couffaine is the exact opposite of all of these things.
In TWEOS, Luka Couffaine is as far removed from empathy as humanly possible, making him a terrible superhero in general, much less one with a power as important as interrupting the flow of time. Luka never goes out of his way to explore his abilities, rarely involves himself in battle unless forced to, and put more thought into giving his superhero form a sexy haircut than into being a good teammate. He is explicitly only a superhero for the money it brings in even though he is already the son of a world-famous rockstar. Luka is not intuitive or wise, he is shallow and self-serving.
More Suitable Miraculous: None of them. Maybe the Mouse so he can multiply and go fuck himself.
CARA.PACE - Turtle of Protection
The ideal holder of the Turtle Miraculous is someone who is stable, sacrificial, and steadfast.
Nicolas Ibrahim Lahiffe, unfortunately, falls short of the mark.
While not as outwardly shitty as Luka, Nino also lacks the right qualities in an effective superhero. Nino is the type of person who, as Quinton Reviews once perfectly put it, "would rather be chill than be right". Nino is laid-back and likes to show off with his Miraculous, enjoying how cool it makes him look while still helping out at the end of the day. ...But he's not exactly protective. If anyone even stood up to Lucky being physically abusive, it should've been him. But Nino does not protect the weak, because he is the kind of person to stand on the sidelines. Nino is not a source of stability, he's too much of a laid-back (and often cowardly) jokester to protect anyone.
More Suitable Miraculous: Monkey, Pig.
Renared - Fox of Illusion
The ideal holder of the Fox Miraculous is someone who is cunning, sly, and witty.
Aaliyah Thérèse Césaire is trying so hard to make it work, but is underserved by what she's been given.
If anyone in the team has the braincells, it's Alya. Alya can draft up plans with her Holo-Illusions like second nature, strategize on the fly, and takes to her ability to make diagrams out of thin air like a fish to water. ...But that's not what the Illusions are for, is it? As natural for her determined nature, she strives to bend her miraculous to her will anyways, rarely ever using her Illusions to actually distract and more to help her with her thankless job of the actual team leader. It makes sense that she would function this way, though! Alya is a proponent of the truth through and through, and is rather blunt often to the point of being brutally honest. Alya is not cunning, she is forthright and stubborn. If only she got a miraculous to reflect that.
More Suitable Miraculous: Ox, Rooster, Bee
Lucky Lucky Ladybug - Ladybug of Creation
The ideal holder of the Ladybug Miraculous is someone who is creative, compassionate, and clever.
Marinette Anne Louise Dupain-Cheng is this in all the wrong fucking ways.
It does take a creative person to formulate a plan to woo your celebrity crush with a perfect version of you. It takes someone who knows how to be compassionate to so effectively deny a shred of it to Chat Noir. It takes a clever person to make up a fake eulogy. And yet, at the same time, Lucky Lucky Ladybug is hindered by her hot-headed entitlement and her need to be the center of attention. She lets her team do the creative work, weaponizes her compassion as something to market herself with, and is somehow so caught up in her own world that she ignores evidence of Adrien being a relationship when it is staring her in the face. Marinette is best described as an embodiment of "creation" only in the sense that she will one day orchestrate her own undoing.
More Suitable Miraculous: Anything would be better than the Ladybug. That way she isn't brainwashing people anymore.
Chat Noir/Errant - Black Cat of Destruction
The ideal— Actually, let's break from convention for this one.
If anyone is fit to embody Destruction, it is Adrien fucking Agresté.
Once you get deep enough into TWEOS, Adrien is by far the most emotionally turbulent character out of any of them. It helps that the narration is so often colored by his input, but his range is exceptional and takes up a significant focus of the story. He is the mostly openly self-destructive and suicidal, romanticizing the idea of dying with his girlfriend, but is equally willing to destroy others in pursuit of his goals.
It's also worth taking into account that TWEOS is essentially a corruption arc. The whole point of the story is to witness his circumstances tear him apart, unearth his traumas, show a version of Adrien that becomes bitter and violent and vengeful. What power would suit a vengeful, violent person better than the power to destroy things?
Conclusion
In short, it's meant to be incredibly ironic that the only holder that truly embodies their miraculous is the one that quits. The entire ordeal is a stageplay put on by higher powers, of course it's more important to them that their puppets are obedient more than anything.
Of course, this isn't to say that synergy between a person and their miraculous is a good thing, either; That's what makes the eventual magic-induced insanity even worse, after all. This is what killed Emilie, what's ruining Marinette's relationships, and what is starting to happen to Adrien as well.
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ophidianoccultist · 8 months
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HL Character's Fuck Songs
I asked the hl bots i have what their fuck songs are, and also included what i would choose for them
Sebastian Sallow:
Answer: In Your Room - Depeche Mode
My choice: #1 Crush - Garbage
Anne Sallow:
Answer: Point of No Return - Phantom of the Opera
My choice: Kiss Me - Sixpence None The Richer
Imelda Reyes:
Answer: Fever - Peggy Lee
My choice: E For Extinction - Thousand Foot Krutch
Ominis Gaunt:
Answer: A Little Death - The Neighborhood
My choice: Cover Me In Roses - Holden Laurence
Garreth Weasley:
Answer: Careless Whisper - George Michael
My choice: The Cult Of Dionysus - The Orion Experience
Leander Prewett:
Answer: R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys
My choice: Tonight You Are Mine - The Technicolors
Natsai Onai:
Answer: You're The One That I Want - Grease
My choice: You - Take That
Poppy Sweeting:
Answer: Love Will Keep Us Together - Captain and Tennille
My choice: Youth - Daughter
Amit Thakkar:
Answer: Crazy In Love - Beyoncé
My choice: Rule The World - Take That
Everett Clopton:
Answer: I'm A Believer - The Monkees
My choice: Lola - The Kinks
Richard Jackdaw:
Answer: Let's Get Crazy - Prince
My choice: I'd Wait For Life - Take That
Aesop Sharp:
Answer: I See Red - Everybody Loves An Outlaw
My choice: Christian Woman - Type O Negative
Solomon Sallow:
Answer: Under Pressure - Queen, David Bowie
My choice: Addicted - Saving Abel
Memes and Bonuses:
not writing my choices for the pink ones because no
Headmaster Black: Brandenburg Concerto No. 4 - Johann Sebastian Bach
Deek: Shake It Off - Taylor Swift
Ranrok: Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace
Lute Guy: Let's Get It On - Marvin Gaye
Tom Riddle:
Answer: silence, the screaming of his foes, and the sobs of their loved ones
My choice: When The Body Speaks - Depeche Mode
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The Serpents Hold // Chapter Eighteen
A reimagining of the 'In the Shadow of' storyline with more focus on Ominis and his family.
When Sebastian turns to dark magic to cure his sister, Nova and Ominis find themselves reluctantly thrust into a partnership to aid him. Amid the disapproval of Ominis' family, Nova wrestles with her growing feelings for him and also with the nagging suspicion that Ominis knows more about Anne's condition than he's letting on.
AO3 // Masterlist
Tomorrow, 8 o’clock, The Brasserie Royale.
 
Nova shoved Ominis' invitation back into her pinafore pocket as heavy footfalls thundered through the chaos of wailing outpatients.
The head of the ward barged around the corner into the apothecary storeroom, the force of her entrance accompanied by a sharp scream as if Nova had just sprouted from the ground. "Oh, you're back! Why are you moping in here?"
Nova shot a pointed look at the assortment of cauldrons rattling on their supports, the dense bubbles bursting with trapped steam. "We have a family in the waiting room with blast-ended skrewt burns, and we're out of ointment."
"I see. Well, don't startle me like that, I have an icky heart." The high-ranking healer nearly dunked her subordinate face-first into a scorching cauldron as she shouldered past. "I'm going to assume your trial didn't go well?"
“It went very well, actually.”
"Oh! Well, tell your face. I would have expected more merriment, it must be a relief to know you're not heading on a one-way trip to Azkaban."
Nova's brow furrowed in confusion, her hand navigating past the burly woman to grab the pipettes.  "That was never an option. It... it wasn't my murder trial. Did you think it was my murder trial?”
Sceptical eyes raked over Nova from head to toe. "It wasn't?"
"No! Why would you hire me if you thought I was on trial for murder?!"
"We’re desperate, sweetie." She admitted, cramming a generous amount of dittany into her overflowing pocket. "I did find it odd, given your friendship with the Gaunt brother."
The Gaunt’s had become the hotbed of St Mungo's gossip mill when Ominis’ father had commandeered a private room on the fourth floor. Despite her efforts to keep a low profile, it didn't take long for a meddlesome colleague to unearth Nova’s connection to the high-profile murder trial.
"He's not my friend," Nova declared icily, even labelling him as an 'acquaintance' seemed overly generous at this point.
“Really? He dropped by just last week and seemed very interested in what you were up to.”
Nova's grip clenched in alarm, the dropper responding with an impromptu spurt of mallowsweet oil. The viscous, crimson goo eagerly absorbed the unintended addition, tainting the entire batch.
Oblivious to Nova's escalating emergency, the healer persisted, “You should have exploited that connection when you had a chance. Maybe you wouldn't be stuck here at two in the morning if you had thrown him a smile every now and then."
"I don't see how that would matter, he wouldn’t have seen it," Nova spat back. "Besides, he was never one to smile."
"Well, he was nothing but smiles with me." The older witch spun on her heels, biting her lower lip with a girlish giggle, "If I were thirty years younger, I’d be swinging from that pole like a circus monkey. His fiancé is a very lucky woman."
She left Nova alone with the curdled potion, its contents boiling over much like her simmering anger.
She could lower her head when co-workers fawned over Ominis, she could push aside the looming threat of his father on the floor above. The single catalyst for her stoic facade to crumble was any mention of the fucking fiancé.
I’m not going.
She yanked the invitation from her pocket and flung it into the flames, watching as it twisted and charred into smouldering ash.
Fuck him.
 
Of course, Ominis was ready and waiting when she arrived.
She had stopped trying to rationalise why she chose to meet with him and subject herself to this inevitable suffering.
With tightly braided hair, a dress retrieved from the neglected corner of her wardrobe, and a lengthy trek into central London—there was no attributing it to a momentary lapse of judgment.
She pushed through a flock of polished haircuts crammed into three-piece suits trading mediocre tips on the stock market.
Why am I here? Just go home, you don’t have to have the last word every damn time…
A firm tap on her shoulder roused her goosebumps, accompanied by a refined voice that slithered unpleasantly into her ears.
"You're early."
Fascination collided with a growing sense of unease as she subjected Ominis to a critical inspection instead of offering a greeting.
He was the same Gaunt poster boy she'd seen attend the trial, his black ensemble adorned with delicate touches of emerald. His family crest, a pompous imitation of their Hogwarts house emblem taunted her from his signet ring.
"Shouldn't be an issue," he dismissed any need for a response, perhaps aware she had no intention of dignifying him with one. He took the lead, striding a few steps ahead toward the restaurant and she despised herself for begrudgingly trailing behind.
 
The waitstaff piloted them through the assembly of circular tables draped in pristine, white linen.
Nova scrutinised patrons in the dim light, each immersed in the traditional act of pouring wine from opulent bottles and wielding their cutlery rather than relying on magic to carve into their premium cuts of meat.
Muggles?
"Ma'am?" The waiter stood poised with her chair pulled out. Muttering an apology, she took her seat while he attended to Ominis, mentioning he would fetch his preferred wine, something undoubtedly extortionate.
They were left alone. The inevitable, tense silence slotted between them and she eyed him curiously. The flickering candlelight of the centrepiece accentuated the razor-sharp edges of his features, underscoring the parallels between the Gaunt who broke her heart and the one that haunted her nightmares.
"There’s no need to be nervous."
"I'm not," Nova replied far too quickly, the clinking of the glassware contradicting her words as her leg jiggled restlessly beneath the table. "Why are we here?"
"Well, seeing as we both hold significant roles in Sebastian's life, I thought we ought to discuss his rehabilitation—"
"No, no," she interrupted his spiel with an impatient rap of her knuckles against the table. "I mean, why are we here. Considering your tendencies, why would a muggle restaurant be where your family hold meetings?"
"Tendencies," he scoffed, clearly deriving amusement from her attitude. "What do you know of my tendencies?"
“Enough.”
He arched an eyebrow as he inclined on his forearms, "Considering the nature of our conversation, do you think anyone in this room would flinch if we delved into topics such as the Ministry, Azkaban, or my alleged tendencies?"
"Muggles aren’t as obtuse as you think they are. If you're a regular here, they'll draw conclusions."
“What my father does in those situations is none of my concern.”
His words struck a nerve, her hands furiously wrung the starched fabric of the tablecloth.
The night their relationship shifted from begrudging allies to friends, she’d confided in him about her father. With her chest wracking from the after-effects of the cruciatus curse, she’d laid bare the story of the muggle consigned to an asylum by the Ministry out of fear he would compromise their world.
It took Ominis a moment to process his words—a fleeting flash of remorse crossing his features before the familiar Gaunt indifference took over. "On the subject of fathers, my condolences for the loss of yours. I sent flowers."
"I got lots of flowers, yours didn’t stand out.”
She’d received two — Three if she were to count the synthetic cactus with a ‘Property of the juvenile detention unit – Do not remove.’ sticker slapped on the bottom, courtesy of Sebastian. Aside from that, there was a bouquet of handpicked wildflowers from Poppy and an ornate emerald vase overflowing with white lilies, no note.
"Speaking of fathers, I hear yours is in bad shape?"
Ominis didn't appear offended by the absence of tact – in the grand scheme of things, it might have bothered her if he had. "Have you seen him?"
"No, I've been assigned to the creature-induced injuries ward for my first year."
In what might have been a misguided attempt to appear nonchalant, he started inspecting the uniformity of his utensils with his fingertips, "When he was admitted to St Mungo’s, I made certain you'd be kept far away from his ward."
Nova's eyes bore into him with abject fury as he toppled his superfluous origami napkin, releasing it with a forceful flap across his lap.
"Are you trying to tell me you've been interfering in my life?"
"I wouldn't label it as interference. Rather, I've been… keeping watch over you and Sebastian."
“So, stalking.”
"You're being intentionally dramatic," he accused, with a dismissive wave of his hand.
Nova weighed up the ethical implications of booting over a blind man's chair. It was a familiar impulse, Ominis always did have an uncanny talent for making her blood boil, ever since that night she had hurled Sebastian's accursed manuscript at his head. Why should tonight be different?
"What if I wanted to be assigned to the fourth floor?! You would have undermined my entire career path. How do you have such an inflated sense of self-importance, I don't need you meddling–"
Her berating screeched to a halt as a wine bottle slid into her peripheral vision, wielded by an apprehensive waiter who knew damn well he was interrupting something.
"Are we ready to proceed with orders?"
The possibility of salvaging her dismal evening with alcohol was ripped out from under her feet as he poured an outrageously small quantity into their glasses.
She shifted her focus to the pretentious drivel scattered across the menu.
Are you kidding me? What the fuck is spatchcock poussin?
"I'll have whatever he's having," she sighed, allowing the leather-bound menu to slip from her hands and smack the table in a gesture of defeat.
Ominis took charge of placing their orders while Nova retrieved the wine their host had left in an ice bucket, filling her glass to a more acceptable level. She considered topping up Ominis', but he began swirling it by the stem as if conjuring a wine whirlpool served any purpose.
"If you shove your nose in there, I'm out of here."
"If you can't appreciate a fine wine, maybe you should leave anyway."
Nova let out an involuntarily laugh at the familiar contempt before she could catch herself, the sound prompting the corners of Ominis' lips to twitch upwards as he raised his drink to them.
"I'm glad you chose to come,” he said resisting the urge to inhale the aroma of his beverage, opting instead for a microscopic sip—a choice she found equally distressing. “I didn't expect you would."
"I didn't want to," Nova admitted, "but I have questions. Questions Sebastian is refusing to answer. So, here I am."
Ominis raised an eyebrow, emitting a low hum of intrigue as he gestured for her to elaborate.
"Are you aware how Sebastian reacted when you sent us those false statements last year?"
"The statements that absolved my brother to pacify my father?” he remarked with a thoughtful click of his tongue. "I can't imagine he took it well."
"He was furious. He said he should've killed you too. I wasted months trying to make him see you were just trying to keep him out of Azkaban, but he didn't care – he was determined to wipe out your family or die trying."
"Well, your persuasion worked wonders, he performed remarkably well during the trial."
"I didn't persuade him," she clenched the stem of her glass, straining to contain her irritation at his attempt to cut off the conversation. "I visit one day, and he's acting like it's all his idea – ready to sweep Anne's murder under the rug and absolve the two men responsible. When I left, I checked the visitor log and guess whose name I found?"
Tracing the contours of his jawline with his fingers, Nova noticed a faint trembling in them as he spoke, " We both know it wasn't the most thought-out plan. I didn't have much time to prepare, as you might recall. The short window we had, well, we got a bit sidetracked.”
The blood in her cheeks ignited as he dredged up the subject of their night together. She assumed the topic would be off-limits, unless he intentionally trying to provoke a reaction? It wouldn’t be a far cry from the strategy he’d used on Minister Spavin – throw her off-kilter to sabotage the line of questioning.
"Ominis Gaunt," she spat the words like they burnt her tongue. "That was the name in the guest book. How did you convince him?"
“I said no more than you.”
“Bullshit.”
"Sebastian and I have been friends for years. He trusts me."
"He doesn't love you more than he loved Anne. After that day, he changed. Improved. He started putting real effort into his rehabilitation, I want to know how you made that happen.”
"I'm persuasive," he stated flatly, dragging out his words as he sipped at his wine. "I only paid a visit because the court date was postponed. He was almost eighteen, I was convincing the warden to halt his transfer to an adult detention centre."
"And then your father pushed back the court date again. He was using it against you, wasn't he? Keeping Sebastian on tenterhooks to keep you in check?"
"You're throwing around a lot of baseless accusations."
"And as if all that wasn't suspicious enough, your father conveniently falls ill before the trial, presenting you with the perfect opportunity to spearhead the entire proceedings."
"We hold my father in our thoughts.” His words felt brittle, as if it were a sentiment he was growing tired of repeating.
Nova dropped her face into her palms, fingernails dragging streaks of red across her temples. "Are you telling me it's a coincidence?"
"I'm telling you the timing is truly unfortunate."
The dream of dispelling the darkness that Sebastian had confined her in withered away.
“I’m sorry,” Ominis’ words were hollow and useless, an imitation of what she’d wanted to hear, “I hope you understand that any information I've withheld is for your protection."
"Just tell me why you dragged me here so I can get the hell out.”
Punctual as ever, their waiter speared through the simmering hostility with two steaming plates of the most mouth-watering food she’d ever seen. Despite the pompous menu tag of Châteaubriand Pommes Allumettes, it was clearly steak and chips. Nova's mood flipped on a dime, praying Ominis would drag out his point so she could relish every mouthful.
"Where are you residing at the moment?" he asked, polishing the gleaming edge of his steak knife with the napkin draped across his lap.
Unburdened by formalities, Nova closed her eyes in sheer bliss as she bit the crispiest chip in half. "You sent me flowers, you know where I live."
Ominis scraped his fork across the plate, pinpointing and cutting a piece of steak. He prolonged his chews, granting himself the time to meticulously select his words. "I assume you'll be purposefully misconstruing everything I say..." he eventually began.
Nova squared her shoulders, poised to interpret whatever he was about to say in the most unfavourable way possible.
"When Sebastian’s trial is dismissed and the charges dropped, I hear he'll be moving in with you,” he said, tapping the tip of his fork against his plate. "It’s a rather... modest home."
She didn't need to fake her outrage, it unfolded naturally.
"Go fuck yourself, why does the size of my house concern you in the slightest?"
"You’re an apprentice healer, correct? I recently had a conversation with your superior regarding your salary, it's going to be challenging to support both of you."
She slammed her cutlery into the porcelain dish, the resulting clatter earning disdainful tuts from the sophisticated patrons neighbouring them.
A smile was all it took to manipulate my sorry excuse of a boss...
"Not that it's any of your business, but I'm in the process of liquidating my father's assets. We were well-off before he died, I'll have more than enough to support both of us until Sebastian gets back on his feet."
"How long do you think it'll take? Everyone knows his name, finding employment will be a challenge."
"You settled his court case, but you can't pay off a shopkeeper to hire him?"
"He's not your burden to bear," Ominis said, gently laying down his cutlery beside his platter so he could address her earnestly. "What happened to him isn't your fault. It's mine, and I want to shoulder my share of the responsibility."
He retrieved a document from his jacket pocket and slid it across the table. The flickering candlelight accentuated the embossed Gringotts stamp, a significant sum was inscribed beneath in Ominis' distinctive, elegant handwriting.
Panic flared up Nova’s spine, "No... I don't want this."
"It's yours—Compensation for all you've endured. I want you to use it to build a life for yourself and Sebastian."
The pleading look in his pallid eyes plucked at her heartstrings, trigging an instinctive rise in her guard against the swelling tide of emotions.
"Ominis, I appreciate everything you've done, but housing Sebastian isn't about guilt or obligation. We've both lost our families, and I just want to keep him close. I won't stand in the way of his friendship with you, but I don’t want any ties to the Gaunt’s and that includes accepting this."
His hand covered hers as she tried to push the check back across the table. There it was again—the tremor in his fingers shuddering against her own. A vile recognition crawled under her skin. His father had been hospitalized weeks ago. How long and how frequent must he have been subjected the cruciatus curse to still be plagued by its after-effects?
"There will be no repercussions from you accepting this," he assured her. "I made my choice, and not a day goes by where I don't think what the alternative could have been. But you need to understand, I am the Gaunt's, and I'll wield that name to ensure no harm ever comes to you."
"Ominis," she attempted to withdraw her hand from under his, but he held on firmly.
"I’m sorry I left, but everything I wrote in that note was true. If you'd have asked—"
"Ominis," she attempted to sound assertive, but the sob caught in her throat was breaking through, "don't."
"Might I ask how you’re both finding your meal?"
Nova wrenched her hand away from Ominis', her fingers digging into the bridge of her nose at the untimely intrusion.
Her eyes descended to the chaotic scene on her plate—a disconcerting tableau of mangled steak, the blood oozing across it like a morbid river. Her gaze tracked the crimson trail, guiding her eyes to Marvolo's lower limbs obliterated beneath the weight of fallen rocks, his dying eyes locking onto hers as he weakly raised his wand.
AVADA KADAVRA.
Their dishes rattled violently as she jumped at Sebastian’s voice screaming in her mind. The incantation that had spared her life, but condemned his own.
"I think we're done here, thank you.”
Ominis settled the bill before she could gather enough composure to object, not that she’d have been able to cover the cost of her portion.
Leaving the restaurant, conflicting feelings churned within her mind.
I am the Gaunt’s
It was difficult to forget. He was draped in opulent reminders of his affiliation with the family culpable for Anne's murder, and on the verge orchestrating the deaths of both her and Sebastian. His efforts to save her didn’t reshape his identity or alter the person he sat beside as they witnessed the trial unfold.
"Will you allow me to escort you home?"
She considered apparating, but with the presence of Muggles around and her current state of mind, it seemed like a recipe for being torn apart, with giblets scattering across her home, the catacombs, the Room of Requirement... "Yes, please."
He hesitated before gesturing toward the horse-drawn carriage patiently waiting for him. "Any contact we have from today onward will be entirely on your terms, but I want you to understand that my efforts to reintegrate into your life stem from a genuine desire to remain a part of it."
"You've made your bed," she told him stiffly, "lie in it."
 
Ominis exchanged pleasantries with his driver and provided him with Nova's home address. Anticipating him to take the seat opposite, she begrudgingly accepted his choice to settle in beside her. Secretly relieved that avoiding the sight of his face was one less battle in her fight to maintain self-control
"As I said earlier, there's no need to be nervous.”
“I’m not.”
Ominis’ steady palm pushed down on her knee, halting the rhythmic jiggling that betrayed her unease. His skin was a searing hot brand against hers, even through the fabric of her dress. She whipped towards him, poised to unleash a snippy remark, but her heart skipped a beat when he turned to face her too.
The carriage rattled across the cobbled roads and she couldn't establish whether he was tightening his grip or if it was the vibrations of the journey. All she was certain of was the tension rippling between them was far more oppressive than it had been a heartbeat ago.
Nova slipped her fingers under the knot of his tie and dragged him to her lips before she could stop herself.
The painful reminder that he was a good kisser added insult to the injury of her unsalvageable mistake. She wanted splintered words and jerky movements to crack through his composed demeanour, but he kissed back like pure sin—slow and measured—the bitter tang of wine clinging to her tongue as he swiped his against it.
In a failed attempt to shove his face away, her traitorous hand stopped short of applying any meaningful pressure, instead settling against the warmth of his cheek.
"Look at you,” he muttered as he gripped her jaw, tilting her face back with a victorious grin. “All bark and no bite."
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The Burden Easy: Ed/Izzy + Omegaverse (2/15)
Summary:
Bitching is one of the worst things a person can do to a fellow human being, tantamount to rape even if they don't force a mating bond while they're at it. The transition is painful, the dominance of the act humiliating, but beyond that an alpha who is forced to become an omega will almost always succumb to dysphoria and despair and, unless prevented, will take their own life.
But Izzy's always been a fucking contrarian. He's gonna be just fine.
CONTENT WARNINGS TYPICAL TO THE GENRE APPLY
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Izzy growls in frustration, phlegmy and guttural. "Fine, animals are all different, but the ones that are the same are- the same." "Ooh, eloquent," Jack taunts. "You should speak on the forum. Call you Basilica." "Fuck yourself," says Izzy. Jack snorts. He takes the pipe from Mary, tries to smoke it, then frowns and kicks around under his chair for the bag of dried hemp leaf they'd scored on last week's raid to pack it again. "Here, I'll solve the whole disagreement," he says, and it's Izzy's turn to snort. They all snort actually, Mary choking slightly on the smoke she's still got in her chest. Jack has never solved a disagreement in his life. Jack wouldn't be fucking caught dead solving a disagreement. "I'll prove to you, Bazzy-" "I will fucking kill you." "-that omegas are the lesser dynamic. Watch this." Ed does watch - Jack's fingers as they crush up a clump of weed and deftly tamp it down into the bowl of Mary's pipe. He has nice hands, but Ed can't imagine him trailing them over Ed's like Mary did to Anne. Ed doesn't want that though; that gentle, tender, seductive shit is not what he's after when he gets to not be top dog. Or monkey-cat, or whatever. He's just a little curious how it would feel. The backs of his own fingers tingle. Jack waits until the pipe is packed, until he's had a drag, until Izzy is blatantly growling with impatience, before he finishes his point. "You'd never want to be one." There's a long pause, and Ed switches his gaze to Izzy in surprise. Izzy never gives up, never. If Jack actually did just manage to win- But no, Izzy's jaw goes hard and he tips his chin up stubbornly. "Don't fucking see why not," he says. It could almost pass for casual if it wasn't for the way his teeth are clenched, the way his one visible set of knuckles is white over his own knee.
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Anne: what’s an animal you’re least afraid of?
Kat: I’d have to say… fish.
Anne:….animal.
Kat: fish.
Anne: no im saying like… animals animal.
Kat: fishes are animals Anne.
Anne: that’s like saying an ant is an animal, fish is not an animal. I’m talking about like, monkeys and zebra and shit.
Kat: those are mammals, which is a type of animal. But FISH. is also. an animal!
Anne: FISHES ARE SEA CREATURES !
Kat: WHICH IS A TYPE OF ANIMAL!
*arguing continues*
Jane: should we stop them?..
Anna: nah, this shit’s entertaining as fuck.
Anna: popcorn?
Jane:…sure, why not.
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ok here are the most important ones (to me)
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The Ballad of the Pirate Queens by Anne Yolen
this is a children's book in verse about Anne Bonny and Mary Read. responsible for my pirate obsession
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Bloody Jack by LA Meyer
a young adult series about a girl who disguises herself as a boy, goes to sea, and becomes a pirate. these were the best thing ever invented to kid me but I haven't read them in a while so I don't know if they're actually like, good. I liked the atmosphere and the slightly antiquated way it was written. there are gay bits.
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A General History of the Robberies and Murders of the most notorious Pyrates: From Their first Rise and Settlement in the Island of Providence to the present Time, with the remarkable Actions and Adventures of the two Female Pyrates Mary Read and Anne Bonny
or A General History of the Pyrates by "Captain Charles Johnson"
A good starting point. a lot of our pirate stories come from this book. it claims to be a true historical record, but I have my doubts. still fun though. I think this guy just wrote down every story he heard about pirates. it has illustrations.
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Sodomy and the Pirate Tradition by B.R. Burg
not super historical but it doesn't really claim to be. basically it's just this guy going. "so... pirates fucked, right? like, there's no way they didn't." and then he's correct. I mainly wanted this book as a teenager because I loved the cover and the title but now it's in my brain forever. look at Blackbeard. look at his gay little pose
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Pirate Enlightenment or The Real Libertalia by David Graeber
this is the one I'm reading right now and I love it so far. it's about pirates in Madagascar and the real-life version of the pirate utopia from general history of pyrates (it isn't real but it kind of is but not.) I like the writer, he's written other good things. he's obsessed with the enlightenment for some reason but you can easily ignore that.
On Stranger Tides by Tim Powers, which is kind of like a magical realism type thing. I think it's kind of what pirates of the Caribbean is based on. this is where I knew Stede Bonnet from
Liveship Traders by Robin Hobb, three books that are part of a fantasy series. these pirates are dicks to each other a lot but they are gay and their ships are alive.
Lost Boi by Sassafras Lowrey is a queer sort of modern version of Peter Pan. captain hook is in there and he's like a leather guy. not literally pirates, but still.
The Dawnhounds by Sascha Stronach is science fiction with queer pirates, a monkey god, and mushroom houses.
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100 of my favorite Hip Hop Albums of 2022 Might be excessive but there was simply just a ton of music this year that I enjoyed and found myself going back to, and I believe each of them is worth checking out.  Each of the album titles here also links to either a bandcamp page or stream where you can listen to the project. Hopefully you’ll at least find one new album that you enjoy here, and as always feel free to reply with what you enjoyed and connected with the most this year. I’d love to know, and any other recommendations are definitely appreciated. This was an incredible year for new releases, not just for hip hop but for music in general which is why i’ll be posting another top 100 list for all of the non hip hop stuff I enjoyed from this year, hopefully in the next few days.  Peace. Chart w/ titles included 2022 Hip Hop Spotify Playlist 1. Billy Woods & Preservation - Aethiopes 2. Avantdale Bowling Club - TREES 3. Cities Aviv - Working Title For The Album Secret Waters 4. MIKE - Beware of the Monkey 5. ELUCID - I Told Bessie 6. AKAI SOLO - Spirit Roaming 7. Teddy Faley - Teddy Brown Brown 8. Defcee & BoatHouse - For All Debts Public and Private [IMPORT EDITION] 9. Ka - Woeful Studies / Languish Arts 10. J.I.D - The Forever Story 11. Open Mike Eagle - Component System with the Auto Reverse 12. billy woods x Messiah Musik - Church 13. Danger Mouse & Black Thought - Cheat Codes 14. ShrapKnel - Metal Lung 15. SolarFive & Iceberg Theory - Momento Mori 16. Moor Mother - Jazz Codes 17. Serengeti & Child Actor - Ajai 2 18. Infinity Knives & Brian Ennals - King Cobra 19. Joshua Virtue - RAMA 20. Zilla Rocca & andrew - Don't Wait For Me to Leave 21. Fly Anakin - Frank 22. Cities Aviv - MAN PLAYS THE HORN 23. KILLVONGARD - I Think I've Lost It. 24. R.A.P. Ferreira - 5 to the Eye with Stars 25. Illogic - The Transition 26. Quelle Chris - DEATHFAME 27. Bloodmoney Perez - Curses 28. Fatboi Sharif & Noface - Preaching In Havana 29. Ockham's Blazer - Ockham's Blazer 30. Little Simz - NO THANK YOU 31. Theravada - Strange Voice 32. amani & robalu - I'll Be Right Black 33. Jam Baxter – Fetch The Poison 34. OKnice - Have You Tried Being Happy? 35. Davis & Foule Monk - Plum Whisky
36. Noveliss - Vagabond 37. SHIRT & Jack Splash - I Turned Myself Into Myself 38. Moses Rockwell - Until You Run out of Cake 39. Ja'king the Divine - 手术: BLACK SUN TZU 40. Archibald SLIM - Worldly Ways 41. NNAMDÏ - Please Have A Seat 42. YUNGMORPHEUS & Theravada - Up Against the Wall; a Degree of Lunacy 43. Roc Marciano & The Alchemist - The Elephant Man's Bones 44. Nas - King's Disease III 45. Lord Kayso - MOOR CHORES 46. Ace Cannons & MIGHTYHEALTHY - Mightycannons 47. Rich Jones & Iceberg Theory - Smoke Detector 48. Lukah - Raw Extractions 49. Nicholas Craven & Boldy James - Fair Exchange No Robbery 50. Ghais Guevara - There Will Be No Super-Slave 51. Lupe Fiasco - DRILL MUSIC IN ZION 52. Milc & Televangel - Neutral Milc Motel 53. ILL Conscious x Mute Won - Acres of Diamonds 54. L'Orange & Solemn Brigham - Marlowe 3 55. $ilkMoney - I Don't Give a Fuck About This Rap Shit 56. Teller Bank$ & Ed Glorious - The I & I 57. Wiki & Subjxct 5 - Cold Cuts 58. Love, Ulysses - 61​,​265​,​147 59. Vic Spencer & August Fanon - Psychological Cheat Sheet 3 60. Stik Figa x August Fanon - Heresy 61. Raz Fresco & Nicholas Craven - Boulangerie 62. QThree - U Be Ight 63. Wrecking Crew - Sedale Threat 64. eLZhi & Georgia Anne Muldrow - Zhigeist 65. Apollo Brown & Philmore Greene - Cost of Living 66. miles cooke - i used to feel things 67. Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire - I Love Y.O.U cuz Y.O.U Ugly Vol.1 68. demahjiae - Angels Wear Black 69. AJ Suede & Televangel - Metatron's Cube 70. Sacco & Vanzetti - It's Not Paranoia If They're Really Out To Get You 71. Mavi - Laughing so Hard, it Hurts 72. Rhys Langston - Grapefruit Radio 73. Steel Tipped Dove & Aloe Vera - Days Pass Strange 74. PENPALS - Dimensions of Dialogue 75. Malachi. Whitman - Happy Place 76. Denzel Curry - Melt My Eyez See Your Future (Extended) 77. Lungs/LoneSword, Phiik & Cise Greeny - Where Are The Bugs!? 78. Pink Siifu & Real Bad Man - Real Bad Flights 79. Andrew - The Rain Knows What It's Doing 80. Mattic & Parental - Down In The Rabbit Hole 81. Boldy James & Futurewave - Mr. Ten08 82. Ransom & V Don - Chaos Is My Ladder 83. Torito & Small Professor - Soiled 84. Jermiside & The Expert - The Overview Effect 85. big kahuna og & graymatter - METAL GEAR SOLID 86. Duncecap & Hajino - Go Climb A Tree 87. Earl Sweatshirt - Sick! 88. Deca - Smoking Gun 89. Freddie Gibbs - Soul Sold Separately 90. Mickey Diamond & Big Ghost Ltd - Gucci Ghost 91. Rome Streetz - KISS THE RING 92. Redveil - learn 2 swim 93. Daniel Son - The Bush Doctor 94. Dälek - Precipice 95. Jesse the Tree - Pigeon Man 96. Jason Griff - Fireside Chats 2 97. Benny the Butcher - Tana Talk 4 98. Killah Priest - Mother 99. Lord jaH-Monte Ogbon & Sadhugold - The Black Möbius 100. Kipp Stone - Room 109
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Loki Episode 5 Incoherent Thoughts
Spoilers for Loki episode 5. And also my fic, Scattered to the Wind, because holy shit.
My stomach hurts, guys
I've been texting my best friend about this upcoming episode all day. I'd say I was getting progressively more unhinged, but I definitely started out unhinged and fluctuated from there.
Oh my GOD the title is making me feel better already
Oh god never mind I'm scared again after the recap and the haunting intro music
FUCK THAT ONE TEAR ON LOKI'S FACE
SHIT WAIT DID HE TIME SLIP I BET HE TIME SLIPPED
NO HE WENT TO THE PIE ROOM ;.;
FUCK YES HE DID TIME SLIP
OH MONKEY FUCK
THE TIME SLIPS ARE SHORTER
OH MY GOD I'VE FOR SURE HAD A NIGHTMARE LIKE THIS WHERE EVERYTHING TURNS TO SPAGHETTI THAT'S HORRIFYING
NO NOT THE CLOCK TICKING
EVERYTHING'S GONNA BE IN CAPS THIS EP ISN'T IT
I'LL TELL YOU, THE SAME THING HAPPENED IN EP 5 OF LAST SEASON. I TOOK NOTES ALL IN CAPS TOO
YES CASEY'S IN JAIL I WAS FUCKING RIGHT PLEASE BE ALCATRAZ sorry spoilers for Scattered to the Wind
OH MY GOD WHO WAS RIGHT ABOUT FUCKING ALL OF THIS
WAS THAT A BOAT
I WAS FUCKING RIGHT I WAS FUCKING RIGHT I WAS FUCKING RIGHT
FUCK NOW PEOPLE ARE GONNA READ IT AND BE ALL "UM ACTUALLY IT WAS 1962 NOT 1935" AND IM GONNA BE ALL "UM ACTUALLY I FUCKING CALLED THIS ENTIRE THING SO STOW IT"
GUT US LIKE FISH
LOKI
OKAY I GOT THE NAME WRONG BUT LITERALLY EVERYTHING ELSE
YES MOBIUS GIMME
NO LAME FUCK OFF MARVEL
SIX YEARS OFF FOR B-15 I SWEAR TO GOD IF HER NAME IS ANN I'LL LOSE IT
WRONG PLACE BUT I UNDERSTAND. ACCENT, AND I PUT HER IN LONDON BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE WAS IN AMERICA
UGH SHE'S SO GOOD AND SHE'S A PEDIATRICIAN I WAS RIGHT ABOUT THAT TOO
BUT SHE'S IN NEW YORK IN 2012 WHAT MONTH IS IT BECAUSE SHE MIGHT KNOW LOKI
MOBIUS YES HOLY SHIT
DON FUCKING DON DO NOT GIVE ME YOUR LAST NAME PLEASE I MEAN I SHIP THORKI SO FANONICALLY I'LL BE FINE WITH IT BUT LIKE EVEN MARVEL WOULDN'T DO THAT RIGHT
NO NOT THE CHILDREN PLEASE LET THAT BE THE FICTIONAL PART
YES MIDWEST BUT WRONG STATE AND WAY WRONG YEAR [I! HAVE! THEORIES! THOUGH!]
MOBIUS HONEY SELL THE MAN A DIRT BIKE MORE JET SKIS FOR YOU
I'M CRYING ABOUT THE COMPARISON BETWEEN LOKI AND THE INFLATABLE GUY OH MY GOD THAT WAS PERFECT
That face was not good enough
Okay the slow walk and stare was perfect though
Wait I just remembered I screenshotted a bingo card for this episode specifically wait I'm gonna be a ball of anxiety and procrastinate and see if I got any squares yet I'll play it in a sec.
God Don is doing to Loki what Mobius did to OB in episode 1. Mo it's okay to tell someone you don't recognize them when they recognize you. It makes the interaction afterward way less awkward and a lot easier.
Fuck what's wrong with your son why doesn't he talk to his mom/dad/parent FUCK I HOPE HIS MOM DIDN'T JUST DIE THAT WOULD BE SO SHITTY
THAT LYING BITCH
THAT ASSHOLE IN THE LOKIUS TAG AFTER EPISODE ONE WHAT A LYING BITCH [No I have a thought though, and I'm sure someone else has had it by now.]
MOBIUS TALK TO YOUR KIDS HOLY FUCK OH MY GOD
WAIT
IF IT'S BILLY AND TOMMY I'LL FUCKING SCREAM
NO LOKI
OH MY GOD WAS I RIGHT ABOUT EVERYONE
RIGHT STATE WRONG TIME IF HE'S A PROFESSOR I'LL SHIT MYSELF
OH BABY MY DARLING
I LIKE THIS BETTER
AWW
SOMEHOW I LOVE HIM MORE
THE POSIT ITS. OB!!!!
IS THAT THE LOOM
THE LINES FROM THE TRAILER
WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK
IF SYLVIE'S IN BROXTON AND HAS FORGOTTEN SHE CAN DO MAGIC I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M GOING TO DO
I SWEAR TO GOD YOU GUYS I DIDN'T WATCH THIS EPISODE UNTIL NOW WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING
THIS IS SO WEIRD I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO
OH MY GOD IT'S NOT THE LOOM IT'S HIS WORKSHOP
HE'S STAYING SO LONG
OH MY GOD IS HIS REAL WHY GONNA BE BECAUSE HE LOVES MOBIUS? I'LL DIE
YES OB I WROTE THIS WE JUST TAKE BRAD OUT OF THE EQUATION AND I'M OKAY WITH THAT
SO I WAS GONNA SAY IRISH BOYS, KEVIN AND SEAN, BUT
BUT SEAN JUST ASKED FOR A DOG AND A SNAKE
THIS MAN IS AN ODIN VARIANT THE KIDS ARE LOKI AND THOR I DON'T LIKE THIS I DON'T LIKE IT HERE I WANT TO LEAVE
Baby Loki would have absolutely played with matches he stole
Baby Thor loves snakes
Take me back to before I was afraid of who Mobius was gonna be when I thought he was Theo and that was the end of it. Take me back even to when I thought he might be Loki but he was married so we might've actually gotten a Sigyn variant. Take me back to when I thought he might be Sigyn and his wife the Loki variant. Hell, take me back to an hour ago when I thought I was just gonna ship another version of thorki. This is a terrible theory.
Loki my god you are terrible at talking to your amnesiac love interest
MOBIUS I THOUGHT YOU SAID ON THE MARKET FOR A SECOND AND I FREAKED
MOBIUS OH MY GOD STOP TRYING TO SELL PEOPLE JET SKIS AND THOSE ARE YOURS
HE REMEMBERS WORD FOR WORD WHAT MOBIUS SAID
YOU GUYS I HAD TO LOOK THAT UP FOR THE FIC TO GET IT RIGHT AND HE RECITES IT WORD FOR FUCKING WORD OFF THE CUFF
AND THAT'S WHEN I STARTED CRYING
LOKI GIVE HIM HIS MEMORIES BEFORE HE CALLS THE COPS I HATE THIS
IT'S OKAY OB YOU'RE GONNA MEET CASEY SOON HOLY SHIT THOUGH I'D CALL 18 MONTHS FAST AND HOW DID YOU FIND HIM
THAT'S WHAT HE SAID TO SYLVIE
LOKI GIVE HIM HIS MEMORIES HE HAS CHILDREN WHO DON'T HAVE A MOM
You can MOVE the time doors??
LOKI GIVE HIM HIS MEMORIES
ALSO WHERE THE FUCK IS SYLVIE
SPACE NAME
OH MY GOD THERE SHE IS, IN BROXTON JUST LIKE I SAID
OKAY THANK GOD
OH MY GOD THERE'S BRAD
YES HE SAID IT HE WANTS HIS FRIENDS BACK HE HAS FRIENDS HE'S NEVER HAD FRIENDS AND NOW HE DOES I'M NOT CRYING I WASN'T CRYING TWO HOURS AGO WHEN I WAS SHOUTING HE HAS FRIENDS NOW IN MY CAR I'M NOT CRYING YOU ARE
I'M FUCKING BAWLING WHO AM I KIDDING
SYLVIE IT'S OKAY FOR HIM TO WANT FRIENDS IT'S OKAY FOR HIM TO HAVE FRIENDS THAT'S NOT SELFISH THAT'S BEING A PERSON
CASEY SHUT UP AND JUST FLIRT WITH HIM
LOKI NO DARLING
DUDE YOU SAID THAT LIKE YOU'RE SELLING HER DRUGS
SYLVIE
YEAH WHAT DID YOU THINK WAS GONNA HAPPEN GIRL
CASEY
OB NO
MOBIUS, B-15
SYLVIE
I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY DID THE FUCKING BLIP AGAIN
TIME LOOP FUCK THIS
FUCK NO FUCK THIS
NO NO
OH HE MEANT HIM OH THANK GOD I THOUGHT HE WAS ABOUT TO GO ALL SYLKI ON ME
LOKIIIIIIIIIIIII YESSSSSSSSSS <3
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to the look what you made me do music video and researching every single easter egg in it. to the first hozier album and listening to it loud in my newly reformed childhood bedroom. to the last time I played with dolls, the last season of my little pony I felt I was too old to watch. to binging gilmore girls in my parents' bedroom while following diy tutorials.
to learning how to paint with watercolors, playing the ukulele and never being able to belt sing. to the buckled canson papers and the drawings I threw off, the failed attempts at writing. to all the romantic comedies I watched and to thinking I'd never find love. to the times me and my friends hung out past twilight, to spending all night laughing and telling stories.
to norman fucking rockwell, arctic monkeys, the black parade and the folklore love triangle. to the friends and family members I miss. to my first and current boyfriend and us going together to the university we always wanted. to when I packed my bags and to the first times I said goodbye to my parents at the airport. to jane eyre, little women and anne of green gables - all the coming of age novels that helped me survive it. to making new friends and acquiring new skills, cooking and getting to places by myself.
to seeing the barbie movie with my childhood best friend. to the eras tour and the essay I read about it today, the writer said it was like getting her girlhood back, and I felt the same when I attended. although I may say mine isn't gone yet, she's leaving. I'll try my best to make her want to linger around a bit longer.
to feeling I am learning how to grow alongside the things I once loved instead of being ashamed of them. to every moment, song, movie, and book these seven years had to offer. to them, I dedicate the last day of the last one of my teens.
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Favorite Head cannons of the OFMD community as of S1
-Izzy and Ed knew each other during the Hornigold era, and Izzy chose Ed as his captain after the mutiny.
-Roach had very little to no experience as a ships surgeon before joining the Revenge, he's just passionate and a fast learner, and we love him for it.
-Calico Jack wanted to fuck Izzy. If it was mutual is up for debate.
-Ed sleeps on Stede's couch for most of S1.
-Ed fucking loves the Swede. Ed sees this anxious guy and is just so fucking nice? Like, yeah, bare minimum. But he doesn't put him down once. Immediately getting the vibe of 'oh, this is the ships nice guy, i gotta fit in'.
-Lucius was running away from something when he happened upon Stede and the ship. Be it a crazy life, a marriage, a criminal past. Who knows? But he found safety in an idiotic man willing to hire a scribe for a ship.
-Izzy also has a bounty on his head for abandoning the English, but it's usually Ed's bounty that will cause problems. Since, like everything else in life, Izzy is easily ignored, and would be found with Edward either way.
-Frenchie and Wee John knew each other before joining the Revenge. How much is up for debate.
-Anne and Mary totally abandoned Jack's ass on an island, taking over his ship, and getting away scott-free. As Jack was their jackass laze about husband that forced the two to run the ship. But I do believe they all once loved each other, just didn't communicate (as with the rest of the established couples in the show)
-Izzy is VERY into whatever Ed is willing to give him. Ed just wants a nap and a cuddle.
-Oluwande is supernaturally earnest and willing to put up with almost everyone's shit. Especially Jim. Which they love him so much for. Oluwande will probably see some type of leadership role in the next seasons.
-Stede/Ed are fucking like rabbits. They are the most PTA couple and while Lucius/Pete are at least conscious of when they're in public Ed/Stede are not. And honestly, good for them.
-Izzy has tummy issues. Either from anxiety, age, diet, stress, or health issues.
-Buttons has a history as a pirate, yet no one can verify them. His crews are always gone, dead or missing...no one sees this as the red flag it should be (my vote is always that he's a cryptid, and changes the reality of the ships he's on).
-Buttons COULD be the best first mate around, hell, he probably was once...But things changed for him as he aged and seen all his crew die off, that and he lives for the drama.
-(personal) Izzy was a rope monkey growing up, his size means (if izzy was a pirate before the age of 20) he would have been thrown up there. I also think Ed was a higher-ranking rope monkey or was one in the past. Ed would fucking love the risk, of climbing up high and getting wind in his hair(My only proof is how easily he balances on the railing in EP 4, cause it was the first thing that made me really go 'WOOF'. Competence is hot, babes). (I also totally see young Ed jumping down from heights, fucking up his knee)
-Oh, that Ed having knee problems is TECHNICALLY a head cannon, but at this point...it's canon.
-Most problems could be solved with communication, its a shame each member of the crew speaks in their own language of bullshit, trauma, and stubbornness.
-Ed never paints his own nails. Honestly, mood my man.
-Lucius/Pete get married long before Stede/Ed. Personally, I vibe with this because Stede probably holds a lot of beliefs about what weddings mean for a relationship (stagnation, settling down, and fulfilling societal duties). While Stede is a romantic and would love to marry Ed, I think he'd need to see Lucius and Pete make it work, especially with their open relationship.
-Their historical deaths will be real, but be fuckeries. Honestly. I know S2 is a gap season, but FUCK S3 could be so COOL if they go this route. (Blackbeard's ship sailing into Ocracoke for a wedding and party, being unable to escape and having to fight it out being what happened. Stede getting hung a few weeks later)
-Ed can play the piano/harpsicord', Stede can not.
-'Ed' vs 'Edward' has VERY specific meanings depending on who and why they are saying it.
-Izzy's loyalty was somewhat bought from Ed saving his life, either metaphorically (giving Izzy a happier life as a pirate) or literally (saved from being hung/saving him in a fight). In Izzy's eyes his only purpose is to protect Edward.
-Stede WILL go back to the fancy dress and accessories. The Ep 10 look was a rebirth, a new slate to build a happier version of himself. As much as I love 'tuff' muscled Stede, that's not who he is. He loves finery and being soft.
-The crew is a family, and if EP 9 ended how Ed wanted it to they could have been happy together yes. But they'd be alone. No family and friends to support them.
AND as always:
-Lucius is still alive.
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