#emu was supposed to have a sister did you know that?

[stickers-on-a-laptop]

the show has remembered that kouta has a sister!

#gaimin' it up #wow this show is not actually doing the sibling thing too much huh or at least not for kouta #izumi siblings had ankh problems but like. siblings #nogamis? airi was in most if not all episodes #okay w i guess fjsdiofdsiofdsiofjdsio #emu was supposed to have a sister did you know that? #well i guess decade also kind of had an issue with siblings lmao #kabuto was ALL ABOUT THE LITTLE SISTERS #shijimas were good

[please-give-dd-bread]

alrighty ruikasa nation! hii

uhm so in the footnotes of my i think it was Yoru Magai??? translation i said i was drafting an mv for my che che check 1 2 ruikasa cover idea concept thing. this is the thing i was drafting.

so without further ado. iiiiii preseeeeeeeent.

(under the cut cuz i'm a selectively considerate person yw mobile users)

Che-Che-Check, 1! 2! by 和田たけあき ft. Kamishiro Rui & Tenma Tsukasa

2DMV (Fan 2DMV i guess)

first of all. assume it's in a similar, but colored, style to the Chururira Chururira Daddadda 5-year anniversary self-cover's MV. okay let's do this!

[intro with epic guitar riffs] (チェッチェッチェックワンツー)

nothing much, just the title (+ credits)

[verse 1] (ねえ、先生、君の低い声が大好きね~)

<vocal: Tsukasa Tenma>

- switch between camera and tsukasa pov -

wxs hangeth outes. on the rooftop i guess. through most of the lines it's at camera pov but at the end of the lines, it's at tsukasa's pov and he's just. down. down BAD. for example, kossori tori tameteta no is just wxs talking. and then mp3 is tsukasa turning his head slowly to rui, realizing he may be falling hard for him.

[pre-chorus 1] (僕おかしくなっちゃった…)

<vocal: Tsukasa Tenma>

here he goes about flailing and squeeing over his crush/future husband boyfriend before hand-stitching a platypus plush. clearly that's a very good way to confess. insert shots of him hand-stitching a platypus plushy here. totally didn't steal this (honestly freaking amazing) idea from the best fanfic known to manz ever. it's called Kusanagi Nene's Guide to Matchmaking: For Dummies by mintgreyashes on ao3 please go check it out :333. okay okay and then at the line 「私への愛を囁く先生.mp3」 he sits on the carpet on the floor of his room, raising a slightly derpy platypus plushy with band-aided fingers

[chorus 1] (ずっと。ずっと！聞いてたいよ！)

<vocals: Tsukasa Tenma, + Rui Kamishiro at the end>

4 flashes of Rui (cute/sPiCy gacha cards???) syncing to the NOUNAI MOUSOU and KINDANSHOUJO (+ kira kira sparklies and effects) then a flustered blushing Tsukasa for the rest of the chorus, from SIMULATION! cuz Saki enters his room and asks what he's doing and who he's crushing so hard on. "your squealing could be heard downstairs, what the hell is going on--" she then sees the platypus plush. she evil smiles >:3c "*evil grin* hmm, i think i have a hunch on who you like" "*nervous sweating* UHH I DON'T LIKE ANYONE, WHAT DO YOU MEAN" "...it's him isn't it." "(HOW DID YOU--) *sigh* yep. it's rui." "HA. SO MY SUSPICIONS WERE CORRECT. *basically jumping down the stairs* I HAVE TO GO TELL MY FRIENDS THIS" "hey, be carefu-- WAIT WHAAA" and then for the Che-Che-Check part he puts up his index finger and you know. one. referencing the original mv. at the end he has one one pointing to his head and one one pointing to the camera, kind of like his one-star card

[verse 2] (ねえ、先生、あの子が大嫌いだよ!)

<vocal: Rui Kamishiro>

- switch to camera and rui's pov -

following the break where emu says goobaiii tsukasa finds himself talking to another person and rui? he's J E A L O U S. |||(ò.ó)þ. if you don't get the little kaomoji it's supposed to be angry peep sneaking around a wall. insert shots of him being jealous here. he groans for a bit/sighs and then sends a message to emu and nene individually to meet him at his house.

[pre-chorus 2] (君が僕を放っといて大丈夫思った?)

<vocal: Rui Kamishiro>

cut to later at rui's house w/ emu and nene. they're all hanging out in his bedroom, rui admits to them that he has a major crush on tsukasa and they help him find what to say.

[chorus 2] (ああ、救命病棟24時運ばれちゃう前に、君の温もりな声が聞こえたい！)

<vocals: Rui Kamishiro, + Tsukasa Tenma at the end>

a copy-ish of chorus 1. except here rui does the two, closer to the original mv and instead of being interrogated by a younger sister, he writes down his confession of love. kira kira sparkly tsukasa syncs to HINKOU HOUSEI, and then a flat on stomach, girlypop legs, confession drafting rui from SON BAKARI! onwards. emu and nene are in the back, being asked to see whether tsukasa would like whatever he said. making it seem more ✨rOmAnTiC✨ i guess, then helping him record whatever he wrote. idk i wouldn't know what having a crush on a real person is like (i have had uhm. experience with fictional characters. yuichiro kumada TwT) everyone at my school is either disgusting, a friend or a background character

[guitar solo]

<no vocals>

akin to the Chururira Chururira Daddadda reference in the official mv, we have a Chururira reference here too, with the tables and confetti on the floor featuring a guitar-broom playing rui in an empty classroom i guess

[sequence before final chorus] (だから悪事を働くの… 昼休み放送室に忍び込んであの音が再生!)

<vocals: Tsukasa Tenma, Rui Kamishiro>

wwc going around, sneaking into the broadcast room during break and then plug in!!! the phone to play the sound thingy. finger hovers over something_something_<3.mp3 (star_confession_of_love.mp3 is under that)

[last chorus] ("ああ、くっそ！みんな、耳を塞いでよ!!!" - 類くん、たしか)

<vocals: both Tsukasa and Rui. at the end they do individual che che checks but at the VERY end they do the same lines again>

out plays the silly random noises. and then they get caught. but Rui forgot his phone. which was on autoplay. so he manages to end up confessing his love to him OVER THE SCHOOL INTERCOMS. cut to the che che check. this time tsukasa does the two and rui does the one and at the end they pose together or smthng, clearly in love >:D

[outro with epic guitar riffs]

credits

(flash of verr embarass rui. head in hands. sleeves covering his face. wishing he would just disappear.)

credits

(flash of tsukasa going over to him)

credits

(flash of tsukasa comforting rui and rui's just. why are you comforting me. and tsukasa? he goes "because--")

credits (me for concept?? 👉👈)

(tsukasa turns rui's face to him all rizzy (sorry i couldn't find a better word) and then. they KIIIIIIIIIIIIITH. キーーーーーース。ON THE LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPSSSS and miku and the rest of wxs and vs are there in the back, flailing about)

おわり。<333

ooh omg what if it pans to Mizuki recording everything and posting it online. nah that'd be stalking

(did i copy paste this from my notes app? yes)

yesh das all iii am done speaking. i also made like a color-coded lyric thing in the nonexistent possibility someone actually wants to cover it but i ain't posting it now cuz well. this post is long already. this is enough text. this isn't the color of the sky. haveee a niceee daaaaay

(and here are the translations of the Japanese text thingies i put next to the headers! in order: "Che-Che-Check One Two" "Hey, teacher, I really love your deep voice~" "I've gone crazy..." "Always. Always! I want to listen to it!" "Hey, teacher, I really hate that kid!" "Did you really think I'd be okay if you left me alone?" "Ah, before I go to the 24-hour emergency room, I want to listen to your warm voice!" "That's why I'll do something bad... in lunch break, I'll go to the broadcast room and play that sound!" ""Ah, shoot! Everyone, cover your ears!" - Rui, probably")

#project sekai #prsk #wonderlands x showtime #wxs #ruikasa #rui kamishiro #tsukasa tenma

[nogenderbee]

Their long distance so secretly comes at their concert

gender: neutral

type: headcanons, fluff

characters: An Shiraishi, Azusawa Kohane, Toya Aoyag, Akito Shinonome, Tsukasa Tenma, Nene Kusanagi

That's my first post from Colorful Stage so I think I'm gonna just see how you guys will like it and maybe I'm gonna write more...

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Unfortunately you came on place a little later than you expected but luckily you could still enter the concert and because you weren't really quiet your partner noticed when you came and recognized you

An Shiraishi:

· at first she didn't saw you but then when Toya and Akito had their moment, Kohane pointed at you and asked if it's her partner (yes she showed Kohane your photos)

"omg it is! Let's give the best concert ever!"

· she was trying not to be loud to not interrupt the other two singing

· after concert she invites you to go out and get some ice-cream or literally anything

· overall she was really excited to finally meet you and already plan to introduce you to her dad and all her friends

Azusawa Kohane:

· we all know that concerts for Kohane are pretty stressful but somehow when she saw you come in, all her stress just disappear

· after the show An wanted to celebrate the great show but she asked if she can bring one person with her

"Of course! The more the merrier!"

· she immediately go to you

"Hey, YN...do you want to go out with me and my friends? I'm sure you will get along"

· you could see her smiling so who are you to reject the offer?

Toya Aoyagi:

· the moment he saw you he was supposed to give his little solo and he was ready to make it the best solo he ever did

· after concert he wanted to immediately go to you but he wanted to say goodbye to his friends because he knew he wanted to spend rest of the day with you

"Welcome YN, why didn't you said anything? I'd make sure I have time to hang out with you."

· spends as much time as he can because he have quite a lot of concerts planned

· if you want to meet his friends he'd be more than happy and oh my...they literally loved

· also if you tell them on what concerts of theirs you're planning to go, they An will get you front seat

Akito Shinonome:

· he knows he's not the best in Vivid Bad Squad but he tried to at least be on the same level as them for you

· and oh boy he thinks that he did so bad impression on you but how wrong he was...you were literally sooo impressed

"Hey guys, I'm gonna meet with someone. Don't wait for me! Hey, YN? Did you enjoyed at least a little?"

· after couple of minutes of silent he thinked that you hated it but then you started keep complimenting him

· also he taked you to meet his sister because you clearly wanted to since you had nice contact with her and you sometimes were talking

· jego siostra dosłownie cię kocha za to że zawsze go skarcisz jak trzeba

Tsukasa Tenma:

· literally could feel his all passion for singing multiple and personally thinks that it was his best concert so far

· after the show instantly goes to you and probably Rui and Emu go to see where he go be sure he didn't say a word to them

"Hey! YN! It's me Tsukasa, you recognize me, right?"

· I dare you to say "no" as joke and his friends would burst laughing

· overall he's a little bit more...extrovert because of how happy he is to finally see you

· also really wants you to meet his sister because she said herself that she want to meet you

Nene Kusanagi:

· it made her really shy at first but then she realized that you never actually judged her and she got her all passion to sing especially for you

· after the show she probably needed a little encourage from the others to meet you but that didn't meant that she didn't wanted to

"No, don't do it for me, I can meet them myself. Alright...here I go"

· at first very shy which you instantly noticed because she only been like this at the beginning of your realstionship

· as the time pass she's more comfortable around you irl, just like she was through the internet

#colorful stage #project sekai #an shiraishi #azusawa kohane #toya aoyagi #akito shinonome #tsukasa tenma #nene kusanagi #colorful stage x reader #x reader #headcanons #teen reader #fluff #colorful stage fluff #colorful stage headcanons #colorful stage teen reader

[thxs-december]

Only in my darkest moments can I see the light - - Tenma Tsukasa & Kamishiro Rui

In a world where some are born with magic, and others are given curses, WxS is an adventuring group of 'Magic' users.

WARNINGS -- Major Character death

600 words !!

My sister was sick all her life.

My mother tried using her magic on Saki, but it never worked. Healing powers only go so far, and chronic illnesses are off the table.

I was so happy when Saki developed her magic. She did so before me; She was 6 and I was 8, and I tripped and cut my hand. Her magic flared up, and my hand was healed.

So we tried to use it to heal her. Instead, it made her a year older- and a year worse health wise.

I guess I’ve been scared of those I love falling ill ever since. Our Mother tried her best, but as a piano teacher and assigned a doctor thanks to her magic it could only go so far. And when Dad tore a ligament in his knee- I don’t think I cried that much in front of someone for so long.

There’s always a chance my sister could drop dead. And in this career there’s always a chance I could get killed.

Maybe risking my life is my way of saying “Fuck you” to the world. My magic feels like a curse; a burden that means I’m tied to the disgusting behaviors of the general population.

So I became an Adventurer and a Mage. I learnt magic in my own right, ones that aren’t simple voice projection. Small bits of fire magic and light magic. 

And now I’m at risk of someone else I love dying. I thought my sister was enough- turns out the earth fucking hates me.

I was sitting there, dipping a washcloth in cold water and pressing it to his head. His breathing was pathetic, so shallow and almost damp- blood in his lungs that I’d have no clue how to get out. He kept coughing up blood when he woke up.

It made me want to die, honestly. I don’t know how I fell in love with him- He’s so charming and comes up with stupid ideas that always almost kill us- I never noticed he was dying too. His hair was plastered to his face in sweat.

He literally lights up the room. His magic- or, I guess a Curse, as Nene told me- literally produces light in exchange for his health. And here I was, asking him to light things up willy nilly. If I had known it would kill him-

He shifted slightly, opening his yellow eyes up, and his smile that he always has plastered to his face disappeared. 

“I don’t want you to see me like this, Tenma-”

“Please.” I could hear my voice cracking, and tears welling up in my eyes. “Just call me Tsukasa.” 

He laughed. His laugh is so silly- so cute. “Well, Tsukasa. You’re not supposed to-”

I fell onto him, pulling him into a hug. “We can fix this- my mother and sister are healers.”

“No. No no, Tsukasa. A curse is a curse for a reason. It can’t be fixed.” He had said.

And I guess that was true.

Because now, I’m being held back by Nene and Emu. Now, I’m watching his chest stop moving and his eyes stop fluttering.

If I lose him- it’s as bad as losing Saki.

Saki.

Fuck, I haven’t seen her in almost a year. I need to focus on Rui but- I miss my sister. 

Rui stopped breathing. He stopped breathing and moving and fuck I can feel myself sobbing onto Nene, my voice amplified by the millions. Magic gets out of hand with emotions- I guess I know now how Rui’s ‘magic’ never seemed to falter.

#Lemy writes #Project Sekai #PJSK #Ruikasa #wonderland x showtime #tsukasa tenma #rui kamishiro #emu ootori #AU #magic au #fantasy au

[kawaiichibiart]

hi i want to learn more about the npc units au but i couldn't find more posts about it while digging through your blog i'd love to learn more about it especially with the stuff revolving emu running way from her family

It took me a while but this post goes more in depth about the NPC Units:

When coming up with Wonderlands x Showtime NPC Unit, I knew I wanted to keep it tied to PXL, the amusement park owned by the Otoris.

I knew that right away, I wanted the Wonder Stage to be involved, and in a world where Wonderlands x Showtime never forms, what would be the reason? The Wonder Stage is torn down. What brings further conflict into this? Promises being broken and lingering doubt as to whether or not something precious and important to you and someone you loved will be thrown away because "it's old" and "a waste of space."

Emu doesn't trust her family after they went behind her back and began tearing up the Wonder Stage JUST as she recruited Tsukasa. Tsukasa never sees the Wonder Stage because it's already being demolished, he actually believes he was tricked when he saw the demolition team. But he is the first person that Emu runs into that she knows and she ends up staying with him temporarily.

Hinato, Kaisuke, and Shousuke reuniting with Emu at the Tenma's is less of a reunion and more them hearing what their baby sister has to say, and none of it's good. She's upset. She feels lied to. Like she couldn't trust a word they would say, because what if they go behind her back with that as well? How can she be sure they mean it when they say they're sorry? How is she supposed to trust people who never gave her a chance to at least TRY and save the Wonder Stage? Why couldn't they just tell her right away? The reunion ends with Emu sobbing on the Tenma's couch while Tsukasa escorts her older siblings out of his house.

It's like Sakurako says in the linked post, Emu would have been upset, but she would still be with her family, living and speaking with them, and eventually come to understand why they made the choices they did. But instead, they made basically empty promises, put her on a time crunch that didn't matter, and went ahead and destroyed the Wonder Stage. They broke any trust she had with them, and she didn't want to be in a place where things that were important to her were thrown away, because, again they were "old and a waste of space."

While it's not mentioned, it could be implied that Emu is running away from a potentially neglectful home. Her father and brothers are in high belief that she should give up childish dreams, when she's still a child. They think she isn't thinking rationally, only thinking about what she wants, and not the park's success. Which isn't true. She is thinking about it. She's just trying to preserve at least one piece of the park's older attractions. She understands changes are important, but she also knows change doesn't always mean "brand new," it can mean fixing things.

If you have any other questions, feel free to ask. ^_^

#project sekai #hatsune miku colorful stage #project sekai colorful stage #proseka #prosekai #colorful stage #q & a #npc units au #proseka npc units au

[hopefulstarfire]

Alright we're gonna have some individual posts for ocs for some different little headcanons so here we go, we'll start with Kat!

Kat fully believes Dolly Parton can walk on water. That is her all time idol. She owns every album she has and has several of them signed. She wants to go to Dollywood at least once a year. Steel Magnolias and 9 to 5 are some of her all time favorite movies.

Dollywood apparently also has a squishmallow store and this is what starts her little addiction...okay, major. She owns so many damn squishmallows and most of them take up her bed.

She also has merch for some of the Sanrio characters like My Melody and Cinnamaroll.

The little pink ribbon she wears in her hair is in honor of both her older sister Cecelia and her cousin Sonia. Both of their designs featured them with the big pink bows in their hair (Cecelia's when she was younger) and Cecelias big poofy flowy dress had pink ribbons on it. I think it was kind of their thing they did and she keeps up with it for them. In her mind, it makes them feel closer.

Her Aunt Chelsea taught her all about self defense as she was growing up and people don't really expect this super girly, bright eyed, kinda small girl to pack a punch and she very much uses that to her advantage. She has literally drop kicked Weevil at a tournament once.

Kat's very good at strategy and thinking logically and working out problems. She fucking hates math. It's not that she's bad per se; she doesn't show her work nor really know how to because she's like "okay I know the answer why do I have to show where it came from, yall are supposed to teach me that why do I gotta explain it to yall."

She also is just. Not a great cook. She can cook steak and bake cookies and make Ramen from a package. That's about it. Legitimately can't even scramble an egg. Help her.

Was 1000% a Winx Club and Sailor Moon kid, on top of being a Barbie and Bratz kid.

Even though she lives with her godparents in San Diego, she does call back home to her Uncle Wes and Memaw Josie frequently, at least once a week and does try to go see them when she can. Especially bc she can go see her animals at the ranch, i.e. her pet cow Milkshake she raised from a calf, her horse Rain and her and Cecelias pet emu Oscar.

Is a true ride or die friend. She'll stab someone for you without hesitation but she'll also call you out when you're not doing proper self care.

#yugioh #ygo #yugioh ocs #ygo ocs #kat mercer

[astrodances]

**SLIGHT SPOILERS for “The Fight for Castle McDuck!” ahead!**

Because writing Goldie and Louie texting is so much fun.

*****

Yet Another Secret of Clan McDuck!

Goldie both loves and hates room service.

She loves the anticipation of knowing that a nice, hot meal that she didn’t have to make herself can and will arrive at any minute, ready for her to dig into after a long day of going after her next mark. But at the same time...she hates the actual waiting.

Still, it gives her time to freshen up, relax a bit. Maybe get a movie started on the TV, or text a certain green...nephew.

Only a week ago now, Goldie found out from her sources (while heading down to the Underworld to get a certain fallen wreath) that Louie had been at The Spice-A-Torium in Instanbull the week before that, facing off against Rockerduck himself, with the help of yet another kid to add to the family list (how many did that make now?). Of course, Goldie had texted him right after hearing that to see how he fared (she knew things could get spicy at those dealings), but what she didn’t tell him is that her source had said that Louie had used her as a reference in a couple of side deals, calling her “Aunt Goldie,” and that now, people were identifying him as “O’Gilt’s nephew.”

She really should’ve reminded him not to throw out ties that casually, that people could use it against him, or even her, but...they both have reputations that protect them (and if not, well, they’d be messing with the wrong aunt then). And, if she’s being honest with herself...she likes the way “O’Gilt’s nephew” sounds.

Not that she’s going to tell him that anytime soon.

Goldie sinks into her room’s couch, her phone already out and opened to her texts, and wills her heart to ignore that increasingly-familiar familial warmth bubbling up once again. Scrooge and the kids are staying in Dismal Downs for a couple of days, and it’s bad enough that she’s planning on sneaking into McDuck Manor before they get back not to steal something, but to surprise Scrooge and Louie when they get there.

But that doesn’t mean her heart has to make a big deal out of it.

Goldie: How’s the castle, kid?

It’s getting close to midnight in Scotland, so Goldie won’t be surprised if she doesn’t hear from Louie until tomorrow on the half-chance he’s already asleep. She drops her phone to her side and picks up her water bottle from the end table, taking sip after sip.

After a minute, her phone buzzes with a message, then another, making her smile more than she has any right to.

Sharpie: Cold as ever. And y’know, we found some magical bagpipes, saved them from some bad guys, and had some statues of our ancestors come to life. Typical day. 😝

Sharpie: Also we met our Aunt Matilda.

Goldie smiles again, this time though over Scrooge’s sister. She’s met her exactly twice, both times by circumstance (her past self would never have let her get close enough to Scrooge to willingly want to meet his family), but each time ended up being a riot as Matilda would tease Scrooge for having a girlfriend, thus helping her give him hell (yet another trait of her past self). Looking back between those meetings and the first night she met the triplets, Goldie now knows exactly where the boys get their teasing gene from.

Goldie: I like her. Give her my regards.

Goldie looks up and finally takes stock of what’s on TV. Whatever channel she put it on has delved into a new movie, some comedy from the forties. She can live with it, so she turns her attention to the time on her phone just as a new message comes in.

Any minute now. Food.

But for now, she’s looking at a selfie of Louie with Matilda leaning over his shoulder, waving at the camera. They’re surrounded by bits of concrete and other debris, with their sleeves rolled up and their clothes covered in dust, and Goldie can just make out the back of Scrooge’s broadcloth coat in the background as he lifts something onto a pedestal of some sort.

Sharpie: She’s right here. She says hi!

Goldie grins and nods silently at her phone, happy to see both of them looking well, but surprised at how...awake everyone seems to be in the castle at their hour.

Goldie: Hi Matilda!

Goldie: Also: did a twister take a wrong turn in Glasgow?

Sharpie: Right. The statues? They kinda made a mess of things, so we have to fix them. There was...a lot of fighting here tonight.

She doesn’t press it, not now. She’s about to eat, and everyone there seems to be happy for now. Luckily for her, Louie saves her from having to think of something to say in response.

Sharpie: Wait, oh man, hang on.

Goldie does as told, watching with renewed interest as a few seconds pass before those three little typing bubbles pop up. Briefly, she considers that the statues have come back to life.

After more than a minute of on-again/off-again bubbles, she finds herself getting interested in the movie and drinking her water again. Just as she takes a long sip, a new text chimes in.

Sharpie: Aunt Matilda wants me to ask you, how are things in Goldieburg?

Goldie does a spit take, her water spraying out into the room and all over her phone screen. Whatever brain cells she has left are used to automatically wipe her screen across her sleeve to dry it, because she’s otherwise occupied with her face heating up and Louie’s last word echoing through her head.

Goldieburg???

Matilda’s teasing. It must be her teasing, though...Goldieburg...is definitely a new one. One she can’t even begin to imagine the origins of, though she suspects that Scrooge’s face is probably just as red as hers right now. She also suspects that another fight is starting up, and judging by the fact that Louie was able to send his last text, she’d wager that Matilda is winning.

A knock on her door draws Goldie’s attention away from her phone, but does little to calm the growing turmoil within her. Of course her food would arrive at this moment. She spares a final gawk at her phone before getting up and throwing it to the couch cushions.

It takes all remaining ounces of her self-control for Goldie to ignore the bellboy’s questioning stares at her frenzied appearance as he pushes her room service table into the room, pops open the wine for her, and tells her that she can call the front desk at anytime for them to come get the table when she’s done. She doesn’t know how much she actually tips him, but judging by the wide, bubbly grin that replaces his stare as he rushes out, her mind was far from her wallet when she opened it.

Food. Also far from her mind, for now.

Goldie snatches up her phone as soon as the door is locked again, hoping that there’ll be some explanation waiting for her.

It’s not that she’s embarrassed by the teasing - heaven knows that she’ll be the first to tease Scrooge, for any number of reasons - but this one seems so...personal. So specific. She supposed she should be flattered to affect Scrooge so much that he came up with this, whatever the circumstances. And perhaps that’s it - maybe it’s not the shock of the...uniqueness of “Goldieburg,” but rather it’s that stupid schoolgirl-crush-like warmth creeping through her veins at the idea of Scrooge getting flustered about her around his family, of him telling them about her - however involuntarily or distractedly, it seems - in a way other than a cautionary warning.

That, and Louie knows about it. Somehow, she has the feeling that this is going to be so much worse than him - any of the kids, really - calling her “aunt.”

There are notifications for seven new texts and a photo.

Sharpie: Uncle Scrooge says for you to totally read that last text and to definitely bring it up next time you see him

Sharpie: And that Goldieburg is his favorite place in the whole wide world

Sharpie: and that I should stop texting if I wanna stay in the will

Sharpie: wait what??

Goldie notices a time jump between the last text and the next.

Sharpie: Good news, I’m still in the will, thanks to Aunt Matilda.

A picture follows, of Matilda holding Scrooge back with one arm looped under his shoulder and the other holding him in a headlock. There’s a dead-seriousness in Matilda’s eyes but otherwise she looks like she just won the sibling battle to end all sibling battles. Scrooge, meanwhile, is redder than his coat, missing his hat, and looks ready to break Louie’s phone, even though there’s no way in hell he’s getting out of his current predicament, especially considering that an emu is holding one of his legs in its beak. Still, the photo seems to have been taken from a safe distance away.

(Goldie will have to ask about the emu later, when things aren’t so....chaotic.)

Sharpie: Sooooo...does this make you the mayor of Goldieburg? Or is Scrooge the mayor and you’re the leading citizen? 😂

Sharpie: Oh! Apparently there’s a Goldiesota, too!

Goldie is now very certain that she is on fire, especially with that penultimate text. It seems that she and Scrooge are both definite victims of teasing here now. She buries her head into her free hand and rubs it down her face, pausing to type out the only response she can manage right now.

Goldie: I no longer like Matilda.

Louie’s response is immediate.

Sharpie: Awww

Sharpie: But she likes you! In fact, she says she would *love* to live in Goldieburg.

Sharpie: I would, too! I can just imagine it - cons and schemes widespread, with no laws getting in the way. Infinite gold that holds its value. It’d be paradise!

Sharpie: Though I’m sure Uncle Scrooge has something different in mind.

Sharpie: Wait ew. No. Nevermind.

Sharpie: But you know what I mean.

Sharpie: 💛💛💛💛💛

Goldie rolls her eyes, and takes a deep breath. Suddenly her appetite is back, and the movie seems very captivating. She needs a distraction right now, anything to quell the butterflies. She may be warming up to the idea of family, but right now, she feels like she’s being pulled straight into the heart of the castle across the ocean, and that’s a little too much.

So she throws her phone on silent and wanders over to the room service table, taking a swig of wine straight from the bottle before lifting the tray cover on the center plate to see the juiciest-looking steak one could ever hope for, still steaming.

Culinary bliss.

By the time she finishes eating, Goldie is certain that all of Castle McDuck is asleep, or that they should be. She saw enough debris in those pictures, they’ll need the rest to finish cleaning up tomorrow. So she dares to turn her phone face-up again and take it off silent mode.

Handfuls of texts from multiple people, and several missed calls.

She delves into those from Scrooge first. As much as she doesn’t want to talk to him yet about all this - and she’s sure he feels the same way - if he tried to reach out to her, then she knows he’s going to at least provide the basic facts, without any teasing. An anchor point for her to refer to in her other texts.

Sourdough: Don’t listen to any of them, the hellions! I swear it’s not what you think. Whatever it is you’re thinking.

Sourdough: We can talk this over if you want, dear. Whenever you want.

Sourdough: Or not talk it over. I personally would like to forget Matilda ever opened her big dumb mouth.

Sourdough: Correction. Matilda does “not have a big dumb mouth and tell her that I am the best sister you could ever hope for, or I’ll serve Emu-tilda her breakfast in your hat.”

That text earns a particularly amused snicker from Goldie. She can just imagine the giant bird she saw in the picture earlier staring Scrooge down as he typed that.

Sourdough: Look, can I call you?

Goldie surmises the missed calls from Scrooge happened here.

Sourdough: Never mind. We’ll catch up after this trip. When I’m *not* surrounded by these...troublemakers. Good night, love.

The butterflies have moved from Goldie’s stomach to her heart, and an entirely new anticipation fills her with excitement. If she was a schoolgirl in this situation, she imagines this would be like having to wait over the weekend to talk to her crush on the playground on Monday. Never mind the fact that she’s not even trying to figure out how to get out of this, at least not yet, she realizes belatedly.

There’s one more text from Scrooge, sent after a time jump.

Sourdough: Do NOT believe anything you hear about Clan McScrooge!

Goldie has to stifle a laugh at that, and guesses that she’ll definitely be seeing more of “Clan McScrooge” in her other text messages. But first...

Goldie: Good night, Scroogey. 😘

She’s so tempted to send “Scroogey McScroogey,” but between that and “Goldieburg,” she really shouldn’t tempt fate when they’re all each other has in a boat surrounded by teasing family.

It takes all of five seconds for Scrooge to send back a response, one that’s so simple but enough to tune out the night’s noise for a few moments.

Sourdough: ❤️

She imagines him fumbling to put his phone back on his nightstand next to some big ornate medieval-style bed, his mind already luring him back to a deep sleep. Never mind the whole “Goldieburg” thing, it sounds like he already had an exhausting night between the fighting and the statues and the bagpipes. And the emu.

As she swipes back to see her conversations, Goldie immediately notices an unknown number with a few texts waiting for her. After reading the first one, she makes a contact for it.

Emu-tilda: Goldie! This is Matilda, Scrooge’s favorite sister.

Emu-tilda: Louie gave me your phone number to help make sure you’re okay.

Okay? Goldie pauses, a wave of uninvited guilt washing over her, and she fights every instinct to immediately switch to Louie’s texts. Instead, she wills herself to read through Matilda’s, if at a faster speed.

Emu-tilda: I’m sorry about Goldieburg and all. When I saw that it was you that Louie was talking to, I wanted to get under Scroogey’s skin a bit, so I told the bairns a tale from ages ago.

Emu-tilda: I’m sure Scrooge will fill you in, and if not, I’ll be more than happy to.

Goldie makes a mental note of the offer, and of the ensuing picture of a smiling, somewhat frazzled-looking Matilda with her arm wrapped around her emu, posing for the camera. She’ll respond to her texts later, but for now, she switches to her conversation with Louie, having to scroll back up to where he left off.

Sharpie: An update: Uncle Scrooge got out of the headlock, and is now chasing Aunt Matilda on her emu around the room.

Sharpie: Matilda’s on the emu, that is. Scrooge can’t catch his breath.

Sharpie: Oh! Now they’re in the hallways!

Sharpie: And Scrooge has a sword from the wall.

Sharpie: He’s totally defending your honor.

A blurry picture follows of Scrooge from behind, wielding a sword as he runs after his sister, a scowl clear on the visible side of his face. Goldie saves the photo - she can definitely use this later.

Sharpie: Wait no, now the emu has the sword!

Another picture, this one much more stable, follows again. Indeed, the emu has  somehow gotten ahold of Scrooge’s sword and is now chasing him through some sort of dining hall. Matilda herself even looks surprised and worried as she clutches at the feathers on the bird’s back.

Another keeper for the camera roll, if only for the sheer hilarity of it all.

Sharpie: Ok, Great-Grandma Downy is awesome. She totally just yanked the sword right out of the emu’s mouth while she was still running. Emu’s confined to Matilda’s room for the rest of the night. We’re all having some hot chocolate around a fire.

Sharpie: So, all’s well that end’s well.

There’s another time jump before the last batch of texts.

Sharpie: Right...?

Sharpie: Aunt Goldie?

Sharpie: You’re not mad about all this, are you? We’re all sorry for teasing you and Uncle Scrooge, and I know he didn’t mean anything bad by Goldieburg.

Sharpie: Are you ok?

Judging from the next few texts, Goldie guesses that this is when the missed calls from Louie came in.

Sharpie: I’m guessing you’re busy. At least, I hope so.

Sharpie: Again, it was all just some family teasing. Y’know how it is.

Sharpie: If it makes you feel any better, you can bring up Clan McScrooge the next time you talk to him.

Sharpie: Goldie?

Goldie blinks up from her phone, overwhelmed by the growing panic radiating from the texts and the guilt rekindled in herself. The idea of Louie, let alone anyone in Scrooge’s family, being this worried about her, even if there’s no actual cause for it, makes it hard to swallow and she finds herself quickly reaching for her water, chugging down the last third of it.

Y’know how it is.

She can’t say that she does. Her own family was never this close, never bounced back this easily after fights. They never...cared like this.

Maybe her heart’s right in making a big deal out of this.

After a few deep breaths, Goldie finally answers Louie.

Goldie: I’m ok, Sharpie. Was just eating dinner, had my phone on silent. Didn’t mean to scare you.

She’s very much surprised and totally-not-touched when he immediately texts back. He should definitely be asleep at this point.

Sharpie: Oh good. So, you’re not mad?

Goldie: Mad? No. Curious about the emu? Most definitely.

Sharpie: 😂😂 Understandable.

Goldie: You should be in bed though.

Sharpie: Oh I am! Couldn’t sleep yet though.

Goldie: Uh-huh. Love you too. Now go to sleep.

Sharpie: 🥰😴💛

Goldie: 💚

Not even half an hour ago, Goldie would have sworn off her impending trip to McDuck Manor in the name of not wanting to face Scrooge after the revelation of Goldieburg. But now the trip is back on, and she can’t deny to herself that she’s eager to see the ones she cares about.

That, and pay a visit to Scrooge McScrooge, mayor of Goldieburg.

#DuckTales #DuckTales spoilers #The Fight for Castle McDuck! #Goldie O'Gilt #Louie Duck #Scrooge McDuck #Hortense McDuck #Scheme Team #scroldie #my fanfics

[brunhiddensmusings]

year in review of parenting

thought i would try and record a few prime interactions ive had with my kids so i remember them as my 3 daughters are just so out there - daughter says shes interested in becoming an animator so i have to line up a list of animations on youtube i know were made by one person, including ‘no evil’ by betsy lee, dingo doodles sips and the karaoke of doom, ‘witches on tinder’, and piemations as examples of the kind of thing one person can reasonably do with a lot of dedication and if you pay close attention you can see how each of the animations are done differently - explaining what skaa was, twice - spending  time at gamestop just discussion how some funko pops make sense and some are super dumb. makes sense funko pop would be one of the main characters of a movie thats well loved, dumb ones would be the same but for a movie literally nobody likes but funko pops were released before the movie was so they will never sell, or having 40+ differnt versions of rick and another 50 of morty. even having 15+ different batmans doesnt make sense because given the choice do you want orange batman or classic batman? - no i cannot go to your school to beat up the kid who was mean to you. i mean technically im physically able to but thats not the point - explaining what the music style ‘scat’ is and why its unrelated to the same word used to mean ‘wild animal poop’ - i dont know how to explain to you who freddie mercury is because were in a car and i cant show you a youtube of bohemian rhapsody while im driving - explaining why i am irritated at the kid friendly versions of classic horror monsters, they dont get it so i have to go into detail a- is the wolfman scary? like just a dude thats hairy? no. no he is not. however imagine that someone you know, and you dont know who, may at some point in time turn into a ravenous monster who will attack their friends ruthlessly, its already happened at least once so everyone is on edge wondering who it is. however, secretly it is you that is the monster, living in fear that you could loose control and kill the ones you love most b- the frankenstins monster, just a big green dude with bolts in his neck? scary? no, hes just a larger zombie basically. however imagine someone at college going nutty and then starts to raid the morgue, the cemetery, butcher shops, and surgery wards at hospitals for the human parts he stitches together into a rude parody of a human being and brings it to life. but it doesnt stop there, because he abandoned this new creature that thing now stalks him out of revenge, one by one killing everyone they know - the kids now understand why the majority of the classic monsters are supposed to be scary as balls - explaining COPPA to them because several youtubers we watch together have started loudly announcing ‘not for children’, at which they unprompted start complaining about a youtuber called ‘ryans world’ where a very annoying screaming child tells everyone to buy shit and is repeatedly recommended to them by the algorithm because it knows theyre kids. i should have taken that as a warning so i wasnt surprised at just how much ‘ryans world’ merchandise was in stores this year, like ye gods theres more of it then there was starwars and harry potter merch combined he has his own cereal which is apparently frootloops and disturbing plush animals. we agreed its weird when on his merch theres four different characters but the pink cat girl looks like she was made by someone different then the others because shes got way better detail - explain to kids that ‘green eggs and ham’ was made on a dare, which requires me to recite the whole thing for them to count that there are exactly 50 different words 5 year old- “wheres my sister” me- “in the bathroom, why” 5 year old- “imma hug her” me- “nn.... wow youre - 14 year old in the bathroom- “GAAH!” me- “-fast” - i can do a perfect impression of the ‘huhuhuhuh’ sound sans undertale makes - its been 3 years of me using the phrase ‘sans undertale’ specifically and my daughter who has spent the last 3 years dressing like him and listening to his music hasnt caught on that the way im phrasing it is in fact a joke - kids accidentally stumble uppon a history meme i was part of and i have to explain thats a thing i do - explain to kids what the emu war was - explain to kids who rasputin was - explain to the kids what the problem with hitler was, given the 11 year old is supposed to only get this in the school curriculum this next year i can understand why she was shocked. 14 year old was also shocked becuase she is in the between part of ‘we briefly touched on that war’ and ‘okay now that you are old enough we can explain how shoving people into ovens works’ - they asked, they really did, and only then do i realize that despite it being something everyone should definitely be aware of... figuring out how old and how to explain it really is a tricky matter cause ho-damn most adults get queasy when you explain it and im sure those kids had bad dreams for a week - theyre also aware of the trump concentration camps and were able to draw the connections real quick - pun contest - kid asks me to acquire a daft punk song for her so i can put it on her mp3 player, i have never heard of this song despite her spending 5 minutes describing it and how their eyes are freaky. have to explain to her that when i was about her age daft punk released an entire movie made of music videos. we have to show each other different daft punk videos to understand each other - no, daft punk are the robots, not the blue eye people. literally nobody knows what they look like under the helmets they even show up to music award shows wearing them. the helmets can actually make words and emotes theyre really rad songs we have erupted into together - spooky scary skeletons - narwhals narwhals - another irish drinking song - hubba hubba zoot zoot

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[daddysfangirls-marvel]

70 years of Pain

Warning: Language, sadness, angst

Summary: Steve visits his sister in prison and asks questions that have been bugging everyone.

70 years of grief

It had been Two months since (y/n) arresting. Steve had made it a habit of visiting her every Sunday. They didn’t talk about the past 70 years instead they talk about what they used to do as kids. Friends family they talked like none of it had aged none of it had disappeared or died off. It was like what happened didn’t happen. 

“Hey, what are you doing ?” Steve asked as he stepped into the lab he had just come back from his Sunday trip and Friday had informed him that Tony was still up. He was sitting at his desk scrolling through his tablet. 

“She’s 102″

“We’ve established this and you’re the only one who is shocked by it.”

“I know I’m not shocked by her age I’m shocked by what she has been doing and how no one else has noticed yet. Look at this” Tony connected his tablet on the big screen and began scrolling through “ We’ve never been able to get facial recognition until now and... Your sister has been apart of every major and little event in history. Walt Disney opened Disney land in 1955 your sister is in the background, 1964 with Martin Luther King Jr., here she is with the Black Panthers, here she is marching for abortions, 1968 her she is standing in the background of JFK’s assassination maybe she killed him-”

“it was actually Bucky”

“what”

“what”

“...9/11...here is a picture of her helping people out of the tower. She has shaken hands with every single president and each time she was wearing the exact same dress. I’m more shocked that no one has noticed your sister than anything else. She’s 102 and hasn’t been caught yet. That’s amazing. She met my dad. That’s holy shit.”

“What did you expected she did nothing but killed for the last seven decades?”

“No, but I didn’t think she did all this. It’s kind of a slap to the face when you think about it. Shield has been looking for her for years and she has been hiding in plain sight for years.”

Steve smiled as he looked at one of the pictures. It was (y/n) shaking hands with Obama. “ (Y/n)’s not dumb. She’s a very smart girl. Top of her class. She was supposed to be a teacher. You should go to bed Tony don’t dwell on things like this.” he turned around and walked away.

“This is your sister Steve don’t you want to help her”

“she hasn’t asked for help”

“Bucky didn’t ask for help and he got it” Steve flinched as he came to a stop but didn’t turn around or say anything he continued walking.” Go to bed Tony”

Tony watched through the glass walls as Steve walked away. The anger was obvious in the way he walked off. His sister was an obvious soft spot. In the beginning, Tony thought of her as another hired assassin for some sick organization in the dark just another killer. But now she seemed to be a bit more complicated.

“You know you’re not that bad.”

-

“Why don’t you hate me?”

“Wow, that’s how we’re starting this one” (Y/n) laughed but Steve was dead serious. It was Sunday again and Steve was paying his weekly visit. They were separated by a big thick glass he sat in a melt chair on one side while she was strapped down to a seat on the other side. Although it looked like she was more comfortable than him.

“Why don’t you hate me? I abandon you with no one to love I took away your love and left you with nothing. I made promises and I broke all of them. Hell, I made Bucky break his promises too. Hate me, please” Steve was basically begging for pain but all she did was a smile.

“Once upon a time I hated, oh did I hate you hard. And it grew greater when you came out of that ice. I was relieved you were alive but I also hated you more. Especially when I found out how happy you were in this life. You left me to take a long nap then wake up and join this big flash family. That’s not fucking fair.

...I had the Barnes for a while but they eventually kicked me to the curve because I reminded them too much of their son and they couldn’t take it. I didn’t get a happy ending so I didn’t want you to get a happy ending either. I planned to kill you. But then I saw you with them and you were so happy happier than you have ever been and I couldn’t bring myself to take it away and I didn’t deserve to be apart of it either. “ Her smile was gone honestly this was the first time Steve had seen her without a smile and it looked like she age years without it.

“Bucky doesn’t remember you”

“I know. I actually found him before you did.” she laughed a bit “ He was on a mission we crossed paths I was so happy to see him I just wanted to jump in his arms and I did and he stabbed me. And that’s when my dumbass realized he didn’t know who I was that he wasn’t my Bucky. That he had changed. I made this big plan to sneak him out of Hydra. But that plan didn’t go anywhere as you and your friends destroyed Shield and Hydra and I lost him. I went looking for him but you found him before I could.” she frowned at the memory.

Steve frowned as he realized “ I took him from you again”

“You did”

“I’m sorry” 

“no, you’re not”

“I am”

“Then you would have told him about me. Guard, I’m ready to go back now” A guard came in to wheel her away she could hear Steve banging on the glass and begging for her.

“no, no, no (Y/n) please no. I’m sorry, I’m sorry please don’t go. Please stay, please... you just got back please don’t leave me”

She whispered for the guard to stop and listen as Steve struggled with guards. Apparently, in a fit of anguish and heartache, he cracked the glass.

“Funny isn’t it, those were my exact words that night when you walked out on me. Now I’m walking out on you... it hurts, doesn’t it” And the guard continued wheeling her out and down to her cell. Fury was leaning against the wall outside of her cell he watched as they unstrapped her. Although he held no expression she knew he had heard their conversation. After the guard unstrapped her and locked her cell he walked away leaving the two of them alone. Fury waited a few seconds before speaking.

“I don’t want him back here” but she cut him off “ I don’t want to see him again. This was the last one”

Fury just nodded and walked away without a word.

(Y/n) didn’t say or do anything else she just laid in her bed and went to sleep with deep pain in her chest her heart. She slept soundly because she was used to it she carried it for 70 years. Honestly, she wouldn’t mind carrying it for a few more it was all she knew. All she remembers.

-

It wasn’t until Steve was back at the tower and in his own room that he got the call. It was Fury he didn’t sugar coat it he didn’t prepare him the message was quick and painless like a bandaid. He didn’t wait for the cry afterward he hung up.

Steve collapsed to his knees at the end of his bed and sobbed. He cried, he cried for his sister he cried for the sister he used to have and for the sister he had now. He cried for the sister he lost as well as the time. He cried all night just like she did 70 years ago.

-

“Flowers, don’t you know how to charm the ladies”  (Y/n) laughed as she gave Bucky Peck taking the flowers replacing the old flowers on the table from last week.

“You’re the only lady I’m looking to charm,” he says as he comes to hug her from behind kissing cheek and neck. She turned around in his arms and wrapped hers around his neck pulling him into a kiss she giggles into the kiss. Bucky falls back on to the couch pulling her on to his lap. Their kiss becomes deeper and more passionate. Someone cleared their throat. They pulled away to see Steve awkwardly sitting on the other end of the couch looking forward.

“I don’t mind you guys dating, I actually love it but please don’t tongue each other down while in the same room as me.”

“Why don’t you go check on dinner Steve”

“You’re just trying to get me out of the room so you can continue making out.” he pouted for a moment but then got up and marched away “There better be mac & cheese.” 

“He has been craving mac & cheese”

“me too” he smiled.

“BUCKY SHE MADE PIE” he chuckled as he heard Steve go crazy over her pie. He could imagine him sitting in front of the oven watching the food cook.

“You made a pie?”

“I wanted something sweet”

“You’re sweet enough” he kisses her again “ God where would I be without you?”

“alone”

 Bucky woke up in tears and deep heavy pain in his chest. He was alone.

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THE SAIMON FAMILY CASE recaps [8/13]

In which we meet the children, Ajiro becomes a Big Damn Hero, and the detectives get a tour combined with even more explanations about magic.

--

Waiting for the morning of January 19th to arrive, Ajiro and Kirigirisu discuss the case once more.

If Tamako was murdered, then how? Did seeing the curtain change colors shock her to death? Kirigirisu muses that since the family is full of magicians, maybe someone hypnotized her in such a way that the color change was a signal for her to drop dead. Ajiro replies that it’s not plausible; hypnosis can’t actually make the subject do something they wouldn’t want to do on at least some level. Hypnotizing even someone with suicidal tendencies into dying would be pretty hard. A more plausible option is that Tamako was already dead before her wheelchair was moved to the stage. If so, then Akiko who brought her there would be the obvious suspect.

The problem is that Akiko was the next person to die. However, if her death really was a murder, then the culprit chose a very unreliable killing method, so maybe it really was just an accident.

Yuuta’s death was likely a murder. The witnesses claimed they saw a man digging a hole in the sand, but maybe that man was actually the culprit burying the body.

Daisen could very well have been murdered; if Takayoshi made it into the mountains and performed the switch without being spotted, then an assassin also could have hidden somewhere. Ajiro theorizes that maybe Yuuta went to Tottori using Daisen’s car, then got murdered, which would make Daisen believe he himself was the intended target. Of course, everything is just a hypothesis.

“The first thing we should be trying to learn is who is targeting who,” Ajiro says. “The target may be Fujita-gumi, but at the same time it may be the Saimons… I think we should keep an eye on the Tsukumos and Tousens as well. I don’t really have a tangible plan on how to do it yet, but—Tensui, you’re here, aren’t you.”

The sliding door to their room moves aside revealing Tensui standing quietly in the dark hallway.

“I had a feeling someone was there,” Ajiro says without surprise while Kirigirisu as always has to take a moment to calm down his pulse.

Just like before, the conversation between the three is done through writing. Tensui proposes that he and Miku will keep the Saimon household under close observation throughout the day.

Kirigirisu has a strange feeling that maybe Tensui is actually the murderer, grasping the chance to get closer to his next victim… but no, that would be stupid, considering the next victim may not even live in Kami-Saimon, and with two Tensuis in existence one could still move freely even if the other one was stuck somewhere.

The detectives can likely trust Takayoshi to keep an eye on the Fujita household too. That awkward anxious man is the last person Kirigirisu would suspect of murder.

This leaves one problem: if one Tensui is going to be watching his family all day, how will he know what the other Tensui is doing and if he’s not in danger?

Do not worry about it, Tensui writes. Whenever I’m out and about, the other I always secludes himself in the shrine. No one other than us can enter it.

By “the shrine”, he means the building on the little island in the middle of the garden’s pond. Before Tensui leaves the room to hide, he asks them to show up at the pond a little later.

--

In the morning, Ajiro and Kirigirisu take a walk through Kami-Saimon’s splendid garden, wondrous in the middle of a bright winter day. The shrine Tensui talked about is visible on the little island at their big koi pond, Ryuugaike. With its octagonal base and roof, the shrine looks highly similar to the famous Yumedono, the “Hall of Dreams” of Houryuu-ji Temple in Ikaruga.

Once the detectives make a circle around the pond, Kirigirisu realizes that not only does the shrine not have any visible entrance, there isn’t even a bridge leading to the island.

“The shrine is called Seiryoin,” Ajiro informs him.

Seiryoin… Kirigirisu imagines it might be written 清涼院 [like the JDC writer’s name], a fitting name for this “pure” and “bright” “temple”. Ajiro doesn’t actually know how the name is supposed to be written, but his pick would be 静療院, a temple of “quiet” “recuperation”. Maybe neither way is correct, who knows.

The detectives are waiting on the shore for Tensui when someone suddenly appears next to them. “Suddenly appears” seems like the right phrase to use, considering the man’s footprints begin in the middle of the snowy field as if he teleported there.

The man is, even more surprisingly, not Soga Tensui, but that quiet contemplative man who played the afro clown in the show: Saimon Akio. (Tamako’s grandson, Akiko’s son, Takayoshi’s and Taishi’s brother.)

“Good morning! Indeed what a good morning we have,” Akio greets them with a kind expression. “But more importantly—look over there!”

He points towards the island, where in front of their very eyes Soga Tensui emerges from the doorless shrine, seemingly phasing out through the stone wall. Then he starts walking into the lake—no, walking on the lake, getting only his soles wet, and casually makes it to the other side away from the detectives. His famous Sea Walk.

“Anyway, I’m going to be the one guiding you around today,” Akio says. It’s only expected, seeing as Tensui will be busy keeping an eye on the house.

--

Akio gives them a sightseeing car trip around town—Tsuwano is small enough that it’s not a far journey. The detectives climb the local torii to get a full look at the town from up high. It’s easy to notice where the Tsukumos and Tousens live; it’s a surprisingly wide space south of town, full of various buildings and trailer houses. The two families’ houses are actually connected with Shimo-Saimon into one complex, demonstrating just how closely their lives are intertwined. The entire complex is called Sanasou (山烏荘)—a strange wordplay on the phrase “the trio’s house” (三羽烏の家).

Akio drives them to Sanasou. As soon as they arrive, they spot a few snowmen and a lot of tiny footprints on the ground, and then several curious children come running their way, some happily shouting seeing Akio. A few kids are still holding snowballs; it seems the adults interrupted one fierce battle.

The oldest child present is Tousen Matoki, looking around grade school age and acting like he’s the kids’ leader.

“Look, look!” Matoki does the thing where you put your right hand in your left jacket sleeve and left hand in your right sleeve, and makes an attempt at a dignified princely expression. “I’m Shoutoku Taishi!”

“Oh come on, Maji-chan, you do this every time,” comments the girl next to him. It’s Matoki’s sister Yomiko, the one who played Koyomi. She may have looked older on stage, and may have seemed a bit creepy with her staring back that one time, but with kids her age around she turns out to be a really nice girl. The nickname Maji-chan probably came from an alternative reading of Matoki’s name and is of course a horrible pun on the word “magician”.

Matoki and Yomiko act quite brave and natural in front of adults they barely know. In comparison, the other girl present—Tsukumo Emu—is hiding behind Yomiko’s back, and even further behind them, keeping careful distance, staring at the adults cautiously, are Tensui’s twin sons, Juku and Joukei.

The twins look pretty much identical, but after several meetings with the family Kirigirisu has learned to somewhat differentiate between them. Joukei is the one lacking confidence and with constant scared look in his eyes. Juku’s eyes just seem emotionless and unimpressed. Though their intense, somehow unnaturally pretty stares are filled with different emotions, they equally make Kirigirisu feel like his consciousness is trying to slip away.

It’s hard to believe that either of the twins would play the cheerful, energetic role of Kotensui. The puppet’s voice must have been dubbed over by another boy.

Apparently the twins got here from Kami-Saimon on their bikes to play with the other children.

“Chisato and Chiaki already got here too,” Joukei informs in a timid voice.

Juku mutters something too low to be heard.

“What did you say, Juku-sama?” Yomiko asks. (Why the ultra-honorifics among children?, Kirigirisu thinks in surprise.)

Beautifully expressionless Juku mutters the same thing a bit louder. It sounds like Kudaranai… Ima wa kudaranai yo… Huh? “This is stupid”? “It’s useless now”? What is?

Before Kirigirisu can figure it out, they hear a woman scream at the top of her lungs.

“Ria! Koma! NEMU!”

Everyone turns to see the most unusual scene. Two Shetland Sheepdogs are running towards them at breakneck speed, pulling a sled with a crying tiny girl—Tsukumo Nemu—and being chased by the trio of Nemu’s terrified mother Yumeji, Matoki and Yomiko’s mother Maki, and the only still single Tsukumo sibling Ranma. Several white doves are flying around in chaos.

“What the… Nemu, watch out!” Akio shouts and runs towards her, Ajiro instantly joining his side.

Before they can reach the sled, the dogs see them approach and react with a sudden swerve, the force involved sending little Nemu flying high in the air.

In an instant, something similar to two long poles zooms past Kirigirisu. He glances back: Kotensui’s Magic Hands are being deployed out of Juku’s sleeves. They reach towards Nemu, and barely, just barely—

—miss their mark.

But Ajiro is already close enough, jumps in the air and grabs the girl before she can hit the ground. Nemu is safe in his arms.

Once everyone catches their breath, the newly arrived adults explain what happened. The dog sled is a toy strictly for the older kids. Nemu had to jump on when no one was looking, scaring the dogs and making them run for the hills.

The white doves flying around belong to Tsukumo Ranma, who takes care of the family’s aviary. Though in his late twenties, he still has a lot of a cheerful child left in him, and perhaps because of that all the kids in the family love him. When the sled incident happened, he was in the middle of loading doves up his sleeves to surprise the children with a Channing Pollock-style illusion, and the birds got out in the chaos.

Teary-eyed Yumeji thanks again and again for saving her daughter. It looks like Ajiro became an instant hit with the kids, too, graduating from an adult stranger to someone they can trust. Even shy Joukei and Emu, even stoic Juku are all smiling at him.

For some reason, Juku’s look of approval and respect towards Ajiro leaves an especially deep impression on Kirigirisu.

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Akio leads them to the training studio. A few girls are already there: Chisato and Chiaki (Akio’s daughters) along with Akiko (Taishi’s daughter) are training their ribbon-hula hoop routine, while slightly older Tsukumo Seika observes them with a critical eye. The girls stop, not wanting to show the secret to outsiders, but Akio assures them it’s fine; Tensui actually wants them to explain the method to the detectives. Akio leaves for a moment to change into his costume while the girls perform the illusion.

Just like in the show, the girls dance with ribbons which suddenly turn into hula hoops. Chiaki and Chisato successfully make their moving hoops link together, Akiko approaches with her own, and—all the hoops clang down to the ground.

“What are you doing, Akiko?!” Seika yells.

While Akiko is staring on the floor with tears in her eyes, Kirigirisu takes a glance at the hoops… which turn out not to be as normal as he thought.

“She didn’t do it on purpose,” says Akio, suddenly showing up next to them in his clown costume, though without makeup. (How can this man just keep appearing out of thin air?) He picks up a hula hoop and it suddenly returns to being a ribbon with a sound like tape measure retracting.

Akio explains that the ribbon-hoop is a magic prop. What looks like the ribbon’s handle is actually hiding the entire hoop, which can zoom out telescopically in an instant. The resulting hula hoop isn’t actually a closed ring, but has an opening small enough that it can’t be seen while moving fast. The illusion of the Linking Hula Hoops is basically an unusual variation of the famous Linking Rings.

“But linking the hoops while moving so fast… could anyone accomplish such a feat?” Kirigirisu asks despite having already witnessed it a few times.

“We are the Circus of Magic,” Akio says. “Any illusion requires training to polish one’s technique, especially circus acts combined with magic. That’s why these girls are practicing hard every day.”

“And apparently can’t focus at all lately!” Seika comments harshly, but calms down a little when Akio asks her to demonstrate a few more illusions with him.

Akio and Seika first set up the little table from two planks; this too is apparently a special tool that can be bought in a magic shop. Then Akio produces three red balls out of nowhere and passes them to Seika, who turns them white with a stroke. Kirigirisu inspects the balls and realizes they are reversible, just like that handkerchief changing colors that Tensui showed him. (Even stern Seika looks tickled seeing Kirigirisu’s child-like joy as he keeps changing the ball’s color back and forth.)

Akio demonstrates the next part: turning the balls into long pins by inserting them into an empty tube.

“Are you familiar with Doraemon?” he asks.

“Dorae… it that also an illusion?” Kirigiru doesn’t understand why the girls start laughing at him when he says this.

“It’s a very popular comic for children.”

“I’m familiar with it,” Ajiro says. “My son Souya is a fan, so we’ve read through it many times. I think it’s a masterpiece.”

A short explanation on Doraemon follows. Kirigirisu finds the premise fascinating (a time-travelling cat robot from the 22nd century who has a four-dimensional pouch?!) and decides he and Kano will have to check it out later.

Akio invites him to watch the illusion again, but standing behind the table this time. He sets the tube on the table, then retrieves a white pin from inside his clown costume’s front pocket (maybe not as spacious as Doraemon’s pouch, but still big) and hides it behind the tube. So that’s how something can magically appear “from the inside” when the tube is lifted.

Kirigirisu inspects the tube closer and realizes the opening facing up is slightly narrower than the one on the bottom… and that’s because there’s something similar to a small pocket around that opening, where the squishable balls can be hidden. A spectator looking through the tube from its bottom end wouldn’t notice anything suspicious.

Next, another illusion making use of the spectators’ limited angle of view. Akio holds one ball between his fingers and with swift movements makes it magically multiply into three… except the two additional balls are actually just two empty half-spherical shells. What seemed like a single ball actually had those two shells covering it. It’s a variation of the popular illusion known as the Multiplying Billiard Ball.

Finally, Akio performs the Five-Ball Cascade for them, five balls changing colors from white to red in mid-air as they’re juggled. The secret here is astonishingly simple: the balls used for this particular routine have their halves colored differently, white on one side and red on the other. The rest of the act is just a matter of practice.

“A different method is used for the pins changing colors,” Akio explains. “Do you know what that could be, Ajiro?”

“Using a mirror, I think.”

Judging by the girls’ expressions, Ajiro got it right, but Kirigirisu doesn’t understand how on earth a mirror could be used that way.

Each of the three girls takes two white pins and stands in a triangle formation, while Seika heads slightly behind them… and disappears into thin air. The three girls start the juggle, but eventually sneakily throw the white pins behind them where they disappear, only for red pins to be thrown back instead. It’s not that Seika disappeared; she hid behind a large mirror to help with the act.

Kirigirisu understands now how Akio was able to appear out of thin air earlier. Mirrors.

Akio gets to the next illusion. He takes an empty beer bottle, puts it inside his hat… no, just pretends to put it there, while actually hiding it in his chest pocket. So that’s how. The sweets were likewise produced out of his spacious pocket rather than from the hat.

Finally, Akio gives them what looks like a remote control with a small lever, encouraging them to play with it for a second while he’s changing back into normal clothes. The lever turns out to move the arms of those tall three-armed fire stands from the show, opening and closing them back inwards like an umbrella. The stands are designed in such a way that fire can be extinguished in an instant by pushing the arms into the stand.

“Juku’s Magic Hands are a similar mechanical device, though a lot more complicated,” Akio says once he joins them again, then announces that this would be enough explanations for the day.

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Akio continues to guide them around the place. He leads them to another building—for some unknown reason called Shakuya (杓屋)—where two hammer sharks are swimming in a giant tank under the watchful eye of their caretaker, Tsukumo Souma, the hunchbacked man who’s little Nemu’s father. He doesn’t seem to be one for much conversation.

As they leave the building, they bump into Ranma again—and thank god, because his calming personality is somewhat needed after those sharks. Ranma shows them around the aviary filled with countless dove cages surrounding a cramped aisle in the middle. There’s a particularly big mysterious box with closed double doors in the back.

“Do you keep birds in there too?” Ajiro asks.

“Oh, no. There’s just this big figure of a dove inside. We’ve had it for ages, it serves the role of a god protecting the birds. We call it Onikaru-sama.”

The detectives have already met Ranma, Souma and Miku, so it’s time to head to the main part of Sanasou and meet the fourth Tsukumo sibling, Tsushima, the man looking like a bank employee. That first impression turns out to be close to life, as the man manages the show’s finances, looking as stressed as one can expect considering how much debt they’re in. He’s constantly busy and doesn’t really want to talk to anyone. As they’re leaving, they spot the man’s nervous son, Touji, who quickly hides somewhere.

Tsukumo Karan (Seika’s mother who played the Courtisane Hana Dayuu) then shows them to a room in which elderly Tsukumo Tamako and Tousen Tamako are resting in beds next to each other, under full-time care of Tousen Natsuko. In another room Tsukumo Mitama is similarly caring for her husband Gensui (the old one, known as the magician Soga Tengen in his days).

They quickly leave as to not disturb the seniors. Akio tells the detectives about how decades ago, shortly after the war, the show’s most splendid illusion was the underwater escape as performed by Soga Tengen. One day during practice his son Souma forgot to lock the cage, resulting in the shark viciously biting Tengen. The magician survived, but would never be able to move on his own again. Thirty years later, Tengen still leads his life in bed constantly cared for by his wife Mitama, while Souma still continues to raise sharks in a neighboring building despite protests from a few family members.

The tour comes to an end around noon. Ajiro calls Daisetsu and Miku in turn, making sure everything is fine in the Fujita residence and in Kami-Saimon. Daisetsu says that maybe Ajiro saving Nemu prevented the day’s unlucky accident, so they have nothing to worry about now. Maybe the case is going to stop here? Indeed nothing happens until late evening, so Ajiro and Kirigirisu head to the same bar as the previous night, meeting up with Daisetsu, Takayoshi and Uyama (somehow with an even more pronounced way of sighing “oh, oh!” now) as well as with Hyousen’s son Hyousai. Surely nothing bad will happen before midnight.

Shortly before midnight, they get a message that Tsukumo Mitama was found dead in the bath, where she must have fallen and drowned. It is later ruled as an unfortunate accident.

The case is nowhere near to being over.

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A month later, on February 19th, Saimon Akio dies due to electrocution when the water filter at the pond malfunctions killing him and all the fish he’s been taking care of. When the body is found, all the water in the pond is dyed red.

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A month later, on March 19th, Saimon Chisato is found dead from blood loss after apparently cutting off her hand using the Arm Guillotine prop. It is noted that she has been suffering emotional instability from stress related to the Case.

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A month later, on April 19th, Fujita Daisetsu collapses on his way home from the bar and is taken to the hospital, where he dies from alcohol poisoning.

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None of the eight cases so far have been deemed suspicious by the police, all of them ruled as either death from natural causes, accidents or suicides. Nevertheless, this perfectly spaced string of cases can’t possibly be a natural occurrence.

Who is the target and who is targeting them?

Perhaps the next month will show us the Case’s another face—or should we say, a mask.

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[>>>NEXT PART>>>]

#sparkly reads the saimon family case #maijo and jdc stuff #*me pointing at juku in the back* THERE HE IS

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Anaticula Pt 68

Death Eaters captured and handed over, allies named, it should have gotten better, everyone had hoped it would. Once again the masses were back to their lives while the Dursleys joined the other Muggle Born families choosing to remain on your islands at your trepidation in confirming their safety. They trusted you and knew that it had to be serious for you to be so cautious on the subject even with Riddle Dead. Glimpses of your Dark mark were frequently stolen and each class had asked to get a closer look of the mark now at your control as chosen leader of the Death Eaters. Even those locked up took the notion that you had a plan, it was clear Riddle was weak where you were just getting started so they patiently waited to hear what you had in store for them.

The severity of your dreams only grew worse and in solidarity, even in the start of the season to keep themselves and their loved ones safe remained with the Muggle Borns on your islands until the trio of factions were taken out. Gryffindor vs Slytherin bled into Hogsmeade, a welcome distraction when minor attacks of a team leaving Augrey emblems in their wake seemed to call R out to play again.

Daily again you had to result to more snatchings with your House Elves stirring up another flood of those aiming for your aid. Into your shop they flooded taking the cards offered them they used to zap to your islands in droves. Full families just gone with no doubles this time, taking all they could of their homes and lives to go into hiding against these faceless hoards rising.

A tiny wave of relief came on a Riddle free Halloween. Where others were out getting candy you stood alone in Godric’s Hollow standing at your own grave now bearing two death dates your mother, Lily and James appeared in front of to hear about what was troubling you. Pictures of Em’s first time crawling and her giggles and waves to the camera in your arms, pictures that had been copied to be added to magazines now fully covering her birth and announcement to the world after more students had talked about having seen her.

November reared its head and with it came the response of R in their first batch of public attacks claiming a section of streets as their own ushering up a response, though not from the Augreys, this time from the third using flame emblems calling themselves Scorch. Hooligans it seemed like, common teens out to make a name for themselves in the new post Riddle World apart from the adults they feel had ruined the world for them now exposing themselves.

You knew it was coming and the day before another trip to Hogsmeade halfway through class you shifted to take up Chuck Lupin’s form again when the Ministry came searching for you. From top to bottom they scoured the castle and left agitated to say the least as your face was on wanted posters again being blamed for allowing these attacks and not warning the Ministry, as if you had connections inside.

Though the big explosion in the media came when Grindelwald’s bare cell was noticed. How they had missed it for a week they had no clue but still these gangs were rising up and now a mass murderer was on the loose. For once however they were right, you were the right one to ask for his location, but they had to find you first.

Again in a free period between your final class and supper you aparated in the middle of a deserted island with one house in it. In your approach to the door it eased open and you saw Gellert right where you had left him with his hand outstretched to receive the paper you were holding out for him, “How is the world faring?” He asked unfolding it to skim over the front page.

“Close to burning. It seems the children aren’t as bent on saving the world as they claim.”

“Yes, reckless little ones without a guiding force. Useful, but a task to funnel towards a common goal when blind rage is so simple.” Opening the paper he asked, “This R, seems useless, but old.”

“According to Alastor it’s the only one the Ministry knew about.”

Gellert nodded, “This Augrey, odd, very odd, seems to be merely taunting R into something.”

“Their notes seem personal for strangers.”

“Relatives, or old friends turned enemies then.” His eyes flinched from the page to you, “How is your child?”

“Hmm?” your eyes met his from your stare at the wall of his hut, “Why do you ask?”

“You seem tired, mothers tend to lose sleep over their little ones.”

Shaking your head you said, “Just, dreams.”

“About the three?”

You shook your head, “A friend, this guy she’s supposed to meet and his brother, they were writing limericks.” His brow inched up in a smirk and you said as you brushed your bangs out of your face in the sway of your ponytail on the breeze, “I never said all my dreams were useful.”

“Indeed, intimate though,” his eyes lowered again, “When is she due to meet him?”

“Year, maybe?” Making his eyes flinch up, “They have a different time table it seems.”

“Hmm, very interesting.” With a nod of his head he welcomed you inside at the whistle of his kettle where he poured you both some tea, “In truth most of my dreams were implanted by a woman I once knew, Queenie, Legilimens, quite useful. Gave me a greater goal to wait for.”

“Queenie, I know that name.”

Lowering his cup from a sip he said, “Mmm, yes, you would. Newt Scamander’s sister in law.”

“You wouldn’t happen to know where she is, would you?”

“Last I heard she and her son, Jacob were living in a cottage in the mountains in Switzerland. Exactly where I would head to begin.”

“She’s kept in touch with your old contacts?”

“Yes.”

“You feel ready then?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” His glass rising revealing the marks of his Unbreakable Vow that he would serve you he had suggested when you had freed him. “My followers and their children will flock at my name under the banner of our Queen to rid the world of these imbeciles.”

“Do you know which cottage specifically?” You asked then took a sip of your own in his sharing it.

..

Black cloths flooded the streets, city by city, country by country and those old enough to know what it meant stood still staring as it passed. At once the eternally loyal flocked to the house he had chosen and watching the daily headlines you joined the world in watching the signs of his numbers rising. Where the others struck publicly he was silent and out of sight merely gaining numbers and spreading the word of your plans.

By Christmas in the hidden island holding your relatives from Paris you celebrated with Fleur in one party then returned for another with the Weasleys and your father’s side. 

It was clear that the world was changing, even between secret filming bouts for a dance themed film you were the lead in you could see the fear building and uncertainty of who to trust. The simple plot of a young male dancer who is enamored with a long dead famous dancer and immerses himself in her life story mingling memories of her performances and snippets known publicly of her private life he scavenges for memories from those who knew her, simple enough yes, obsession for an innocent influential figure. 

Though your face being plastered around the world in its explosive release was your biggest to date as some thought it gave some sign that you were still there, still watching after them after months without word or sight of you.

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New Years soon bled into March and behind your shielded form beside Gellert in his you entered a posh Muggle hotel with heels clicking across the polished floor while the Muggles’ faces dropped and the duo inside at a table by the bar watched you approach through the parting, slowing crowds. The room dimmed as black cloths coated the city block flooding the street with apparating followers and in their retraction again you both filled the seats across from Dolph and an emu faced brunette who had been talking to another duo on the stools behind them.

With a smirk in the flicker of your eyes to purple Dolph greeted you, “Petal.”

Smirking back you said, “You have three minutes to tell me everything you know about R’s plans.”

In a raspy laugh he raised his glass in a mock toast to you, “Funny,” downing his drink he asked, “And just why would I do that?”

From under your loose curls one of your snakes slithered in your mental call to it through a tiny portal you had sent dropping his smirk, “Because that’s when you’ll start choking on your own tongues,” down your body and to your raised hand it coiled and greeted you fondly as you did the same in Parseltongue.

In a glance from his glass to the snake flicking its tongue out at him he shifted in his seat clearing his throat as the others did then lifted the pen on top of the pad you had slid over to him to start scribbling down all he could think of while Gellert stroked a finger along the side of the snake grinning at him contently. On your feet again you smirked at Dolph again leaving a small jar with three orange tablets inside collecting the pad and pen while strolling off saying, “Chew before swallowing.”

The heavily coughing trio scrambled to the jar and divided up the tablets, in your silence the snake took your portal back to its perch again and in the streets you strolled to the waiting port key at the end of the block while Gellert said, “If I am not mistaken, that was not a venomous snake.”

Smirking ahead you shook your head subtly, “No it was not.”

“And the tablets?”

“Vitamin c.” Lowly he chuckled and your arm looped around his in saying, “Snakes are quite useful symbols, just the sight of them insights fear, much like spiders.”

In a low hum he leaned more against your side patting your hand resting on his arm, “I am utterly in awe of you. What I could have achieved with your guidance in my first rise, the world we could have made.” His grin deepened as you met his gaze then joined him in stepping into the wooden crate that sent you off back to the Swiss Alps to the large hide out.

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April first was as explosive as ever with those following Grindlewald showering the streets with W shaped confetti, though without taking the credit for it and triggering a day of pranks scorch let loose freeing Gellert to use in taking out a couple divisions of R in their decided moves and plans you had learned of.

Though for you it was merely a month of prepping for another birth, in your nights rocking Em on the tail end of her teething phase in your sleepless rounds of pacing through the house you could hear Tonks nearing her own birth. Her parents Andromeda and Edward both kept close and barely slept themselves often joining you in pacing through the night until on the 8th you all stood wait with Barty holding Em in your aid in keeping Tonks upright on her knees until her crying squirming blob of a baby came out.

With eyes closed for a moment you heard him being cut free by Remus off his chord and taken to be washed avoiding your own near pass out rush you felt seeing Em all coated in slime in her first moments.

Once bathed however while Tonks took her potions and bathed you were named Godmother and allowed to hold him first. Smiling and waving at the boy tucked in your arm who cooed and squealed up at you and the others you introduced him to, though when she returned Tonks insisted Remus have the first chance to hold him, a chance that left him a blubbering mess with the guys helping him to the foot of the bed stroking his back. 

Edward ‘Teddy’ Remus Lupin was fully recorded into the family ledgers and showed off to his older cousins waking from their sleep, including his chosen Godfather, Harry. Fully folded into the family he settled into his own nursery, one that would be joined by another as nearly shouted over breakfast Fleur gave the news she was expecting and joining the new mothering brood.

The news came with the freedom of the seventh years finalizing the NEWTS exams freeing them into the world. Quidditch again had been canceled and in their final ride home from Hogsmeade Station they had decided to aid in the downfall of the trio destroying the world. Into groups they divided themselves and still wound up over not being the one to fulfill the prophecy of ending Riddle Harry jumped right into a bed of lava by accepting Romilda’s offer of joining her group. The pair would pretend to be a couple, both using enchanted items to disguise themselves to others leaving Ginny to a group including Dean and Seamus.

While tensions flew and the relationship between teens started to strain you felt yours let loose completely. It had been two months without wearing the ring Barty had insisted you keep as those trips to Hogsmeade brought another woman into his daily life, a young Veela who had been sent by her parents in hopes of being safe out of Romania while panic flew wondering what Grindlewald was up to slithering around in the shadows. 

He fell hard and fast, though she understood as he made it clear he loved you and you had a child together so you would have to get along ‘masterfully’ as he had put it. In your knowledge of her language the friendship grew and you couldn’t help but step aside even through the sting of having missed out on being the true love of the utterly wonderful man you shared a child with.

Hundreds of criminals were freed from Azkaban and the Aurors tried to scoop them up and in a public plea Rufus and the Ministry begged for you and your Death Eaters to help with the looming war as the lower factions were back and forth taking innocents out in their every move.

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September again brought the train again, and along with the usual first years children of every age were being pushed onto the train and into your shop with notes and hidden bags and boxes holding all their possessions parents were entrusting you and the twins with their children. Day by day the numbers grew and things were growing tense as their parents took up sides to fix what was happening.

Unable to send them home the House elves spare from your islands along with more K had hired helped to handle them in the newly made Nursery near the Hospital Wing while the older students were being trained by a series of Muggle born parents from your islands who were teachers to Muggles. Classes were made up along with dorms and the security of the school was tripled with numbers of your wards growing by the day increasing panic as the sound of children had completely left the Wizarding Europe like out of some horror novel.

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October came however with screams as Ginny had gone to surprise Harry over the weekend and came crashing back to school straight to your arms weeping after finding him in bed with Romilda. Hours she wept and screamed and broke the items you had summoned for that task

“He was just laying there, naked with her, naked on top of him. Passed out from an all nighter looked like!” Her gaze shifted from you and Tonks seeing the emotions flooding through your eyes and expressions along with Remus beside you, though when her eyes turned to Sirius she glared at him tearfully asking, “Why are you looking like that?! Like it’s just-,”

Shaking his head Sirius sighed lowering his joined hands from in front of his face causing his hunched position, then he said, “I am not condoning or approving it. Where it infuriates me to no end that Harry would ever cheat on you, I have no room to judge.”

Shaking her head she wiped her cheek angrily saying, “What does that even mean?”

Sirius, “When I was his age, even a few years younger I dated my way through most of my class. Until I finally saw and realized what I was doing and why-,”

Ginny, “Why would you do that?!”

Sirius sighed, “Because I came from a despicable family, and I hated myself and my life, it felt good so I tried to sleep with as many females as I could until I realized that I was displacing my aggression and insecurities and pain at being rightfully turned down by Jewels for so long.” Her head tilted in another furrow of her brows, “I know to you it sounds ridiculous, and it was, it was terrible and I was terrible but I changed. And this has nothing to do with Harry, you have every right to hate him, to never want to see him again or hurl pianos at him, what have you. That was my reasoning. It could have been a drunken thing, it could have been just the fact that two adults alone sought a deeper connection to distract from what’s going on, either way, you are angry and hurt and you have every right to be. I am, merely listening and waiting for a way I can help.”

Ginny, “Help? How could anyone help in this?!”

Sirius, “Well, for one, did he see you?”

“He was asleep.”

Sirius nodded, “Alright, did you leave a note or hex hovering above them for when they do wake up?”

She shook her head curiously answering, “No?”

“Now, do you want him to know that you know what he did?”

Ginny, “Yes!” Shifting in her seat her hands clenched around her knees after another wipe of her cheek, “Why wouldn’t I?!”

Sirius shrugged and shook his head, “Some women just choose denial. Now, the real question is, how do you want him to find out that you know.”

Ginny, “How is this helping?”

Remus pointed at him as you accepted Teddy in Tonk’s hurry off to get the tea kettle before it began to whistle and wake him, “No, this is actually his area of expertise.”

Sirius nodded and said, “I’ve been caught and outed so many times really I would be the best to come to for this. So there’s for shock value, ways to humiliate him, hurt him, both physically ad emotionally, there is also the blasé, ‘I know’ approach, just clean cut ‘we’re through.’ So it’s just a matter of how you want to handle it.”

Tears poured down her cheeks in the quiver of her lip, “I want to know why? Why I wasn’t en-,”

Sirius pointed at her saying, “This has nothing to do with your worth! You are marvelous. Trust me, he is an idiot, and he will never forgive himself for hurting you like this. Even if it was a drunken mistake or completely deliberate in a way to move on to someone else, this has everything to do with how stupid he is and nothing to do with you being enough or being the spectacular young woman you are. He screwed up, big time, and cheating is always, always selfish, there is no thought on how the other person feels or will take the act, unless it is the rare cases to make someone jealous or prove that you aren’t tied down, and trust me if that’s the case I will be joining the queue to give him a swift kick.”

Turning her head to you she asked, “How am I supposed to handle this when they’re supposed to be other people? When I can’t tell everyone who he is and what he did without putting him in danger?”

Sirius’ lips pursed, “Well then, we can set up a sort of trap to trap you both, or three if you want to hash it out with Romilda when you do confront them.”

.

It was nasty and hours of tears from the trio in sharing the details on the drunken hook up and Ginny reluctantly let her anger go knowing now that it was a so called ‘release of tension’ from the situation of not being able to be themselves or with the people they loved. It meant nothing to the both of them and respectfully they accepted Ginny needed time and space to get through this. So back to school she went and they were back to undercover work in the Augrey faction, all hoping that there could be a quick end to this new war.

…

Buckingham Palace in November, big, bright, beautiful, everything you had hoped it would be. A nice easy stroll in and you had hoped with Rufus’ help that you could talk some sense into the Queen of England, but a sudden shin kick and your hand swayed and asking permission was a thing of the past. Doubles were made and onto one of your islands the Royal family was rounded up and sent on a lovely ‘vacation’ in the growing threat that country leaders were next. The President of France was much more understanding as well as leaders from various countries you and the Order had contacted. Even to Muggles your name apparently was recognizable at least in them seeing posters or papers with your face and name on them.

Brazil had already been toppled with major cities falling left and right. Half of London was next to go with major bridges collapsing, including the one leading up to Westminster, half of which fell into the river as the ground gave way. Random flicks of wands were issued and Muggles were shrunken and aparated from danger, not by Aurors but passing random Wizards and Witches hoping to diminish casualties of innocents. All statutes of secrecy were in tatters and off to your islands the Order took the confused Muggles who all had their lives gathered and brought to their new homes their memories had been warped to accept and not grow violent with one another. Block by block you simply began evacuating them almost by force when the number of those that would be caught in the crossfire kept climbing.

.

Groggily you strolled into Ginny’s room passing her a potion to aid with her continued bouts of sickness. It was clear what conclusion she had jumped to after a night with Harry in the last time he came home to visit coming now to this seemingly unexplained trouble to her morning routine. But none of that mattered as on top of her daunting possible diagnosis she did not want to face came another, Romilda Vane had asked for a pregnancy crystal bracelet and it had turned blue. At once she was packed up and sent to an island for her safety and through her hours of tear filled talks with Sirius a deal was struck, Harry didn’t know yet and clearly she did not feel ready to have a baby or want to ruin what Ginny and Harry had again. It was not going to be done away with, she just did not want to mother it, so Sirius would, if Harry would decide that he was not ready either. At least that was the plan.

.

New Years, a time of new beginnings, new promises, a finish line that loops around to the starting line again. A full week you had gone sleeplessly handling the trade off of more children to your care as all the spies you had gained came to one conclusion, this was it, New Years was when the battle field would be set and those left standing would take it all. It was clear by the way the Minister kept looking at you as well as the Aurors and parents readying to fight.

On the edge of tears you stood listening to Albus planning away the escape plan. Your name yet to be spoken in his naming which lands to gather and which people to snatch up. A new island had been formed in the North Pole, a safe place to burrow and wait it out and still you stood hoping to hear your name, Severus, Barty, even your father and Uncle were assigned. Until the very end came and Albus said in a flash of a glance your way, “Jaqi will hold the barrier behind us and ripple distraction so we might make our escape.”

The sentence as soon as he said it he knew he was due for a slap in the silence of the room, again you were assumed to die, he wanted you to stand and die while they got to flee and with a curt nod you turned on your heel saying softly, “I’ll need something first.”

Lowly he replied, “Of course.” Narrowing his gaze on your back as your hair turned to a telling Midnight blue that you were readying to fight. The list of people to fetch had shrunk and still you had to plan their escapes as well so truly these selfish thoughts shouldn’t have been all your mind kept circling on. Surely you could escape and find your way to the new island and yet you still couldn’t get over this. Again Dumbledore had decided your fate so plainly and like your move to hide him as a dog you had to show him what cards you were holding when he played the Death Eater Queen card.

Through your doorway you gave the doorway across it in the hall you entered a knock and opened it at the call of Gellert inside. Turned around with an easy grin on his face he looked you over asking, “Is it time?”

“Yes, Albus has assigned our escape points.”

With a tilt of his brow his chin shifted, “Ah,” strolling around the table he raised the wand from the desk he was behind and he asked, “I take it he assigned you to stay and face the monsters?” At the tears in his eyes he clicked his tongue and brushed your bangs behind your ear stroking his curled fingers under the line of your jaw, “You are no monster. Come, we will show them who will be watching your back.”

Turning around your fingers rose to fix the rolled up sleeves on your open flannel over your tank top and jeans and his hand settled on your upper back. A subtle finger wave and his halls emptied into the empty hotel your headquarters for escape had been set up. Again the door opened and you saw Albus’ face drop in seeing the man at your side causing those around him to look him and his followers over in shock.

Molly off to the side said with a comforting nod, “I’ll be checking on Fleur and waiting for word on our arrival.” In passing you she gave you a quick hug whispering, “I knew you could do it, Love.”

With a grin you watched as Albus asked, “Jaqi, what have you done?”

Gellert smirked at him, “Our Queen has found herself a Monster to cover your escape.” In his turn to you his hand rose to fix your collar drawing your eye, “Run, fortify. Monsters only, leave these fools to me.” Winking at you hinting that you aren’t the monster you think you are, “Show these Wizards how fiercely Angels can fly.”

Alarms and portkeys went off all at once and in your stride off to join the twins with your broom appearing in your hand after a quick flick of your wrist Harry found your side asking, “Where’s Gin?”

“We’re off to get her.”

Harry shook his head, “No, let me. Won’t take long.”

“You don’t even know where she is!” You shouted in his rush for the portkey to her making Tonks give you a nod in her rush after him latching onto his jacket to go with him. All at once you all zapped and soared off in the looming wave of forces coming your way.

Between plumes of black cloth Grindelwald’s forces grew and alone in the room together Gellert strolled past Albus as he asked, “Your plan was to remain behind? I do not believe that.”

Gellert, “Believe what you wish,” his eyes locked on Albus’ and he said, “Try what you will, live a thousand lifetimes, but you will never deserve her trust. Do not be a fool, never fail her again. She is living starlight.” Continuing on through the door he joined the others in the street and at his presence countless of those on the opposing forces, in Albus’ flight away to the meeting point to gather at the secondary portkey for all those fleeing, turned to join Grindelwald. Even without the Elder Wand a single flick of his wand and those a third of his age could not match his skill of speed in deterring hundreds.

Ripples of the war covered the globe and under the banner of victory Gellert hummed in his stroll through his safe house accepting the silver haired girl with doe brown eyes from Queenie with an excited gasp at her clapping giggle in greeting him. In his arm she was settled and to his rocking chair he strode humming lowly to her, “Delphini, My Dear, I have a grand story for you tonight.” In sitting his legs crossed and he stole a grin at Queenie in her move to go fetch the laundry to get her blankie she had washed earlier before she was off to bed. Grinning at the girl in his arms he said, “It is the story of a mighty Queen, born of starlight, though it all starts with a little girl, just like you.”

Continued in Book 2 Revelio

#Fallen to Middle Earth #The End of it All #Wizarding War III

[finn-nelson-for-the-win]

The Good Life: Chapter 13

Hello, my lovelies! Is it just me or does it seem like forever since I’ve posted a new chapter? In any case, this is yet another filler chapter to set up some events that are to come in the next chapters, but I promise that there will be some fun stuff/drama/shenanigans in the upcoming chapters that will make the last couple boring chapters worthwhile.

Need to get caught up? The Good Life: Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4 , Ch5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8 , Ch9 , Ch10, Ch 11, Ch 12

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The Good Life: Chapter 13

A few seconds after Rocky—who was asleep at Rae’s feet while she lounged on the couch— lifted his head and began to look around there was a gentle knock on the front door.

“Good morning!” Rae called as she opened the door with Rocky trailing close behind.

“Hello, Rae,” Anna said as she pulled Rae into a hug and stepped inside the apartment when Rae opened the door fully to invite her in.

“How is your sister doing?” Rae asked when the pair both took a seat on the couch and Rocky jumped on the couch to sprawl out in the space between them.

“The doctor said that there were some potential causes for concern, so she was under observation for a few days, but the baby was born without any complications and both she and her baby boy are healthy, happy, and back at home as of Friday.”

“That’s great! I’m glad everything worked out,” Rae replied with a smile, “and congratulations on becoming an aunt!”

“I know! I can’t wait to spoil the kid whenever I see him!” Anna chuckled, “I hope Rocky hasn’t been too much of a burden on you. I know I didn’t give you much time to prepare for him to be here, but I appreciate that you were able to take care of him.

“It’s no problem, really,” Rae assured her as she brought her hand near Rocky’s face for him to lick and gently nibble on, “Rocky seems to have really taken a liking to both my roommate and I over the last couple weeks!”

“I’m so glad to hear that! Is you roommate here? I’ve heard so many good things and I’d love to formally meet them.”

“I’m actually supposed to meet my roommate at the cafe down the street from work for lunch in a little while,”

“Oh! Perfect, my house is on the way there anyways, so Rocky and I can keep you company and just walk home from there.”

“Alright! That sounds good, I’ll just need a few minutes to grab my shoes and gather up some of Rocky’s stuff that you gave me.”

When Rae returned from her bedroom with a tote bag full of toys, treats, and other items Anna had given her while she was watching Rocky the pair fastened the walking harness on Rocky and attached his leash before they all headed downstairs.

The weather was incredibly mild for November, so they decided to walk to the cafe and talk along the way.

“So...I seem to recall the two of us coming to a bit of an agreement a few months back,” Anna began with a cheeky grin.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, we agreed that first you needed to get your apartment and roommate situation sorted out and once you did that, you would allow me to set you up on a date and try to find you love.”

“Oh god, not that again, Anna! What is it with you and all my friends trying to get me to date or at least get laid?”

“Because we care about you, duh!”

“In either case, things are a bit...complicated...right now.”

“‘Complicated’ how, Rae?”

“Alright, so you’ve heard me talk a lot about my mates that I knew growing up and in college, right?”

“Yeah! Chloe, Izzy, Archie, Chop, and my personal favorite Finn! Right?”

“Exactly! Well they’re all basically my best friends, but a few days ago I think I did something that could mess up one of those friendships.”

“Did you make out with one of their boyfriends?” Anna asked with a gasp as the two stopped to let a car drive past before crossing the street.

“What? No! I kissed Finn.”

“You did?”

“Yeah...we were both drunk and we sort of made out a bit. I wanted to talk it over with him and figure out what he thought about it, but he’s been avoiding the subject and I haven’t found the right way to bring it up.”

“How do you feel about the kiss?”

“I mean, I used to have a massive crush on him but we’re really good mates now. I liked the kiss, I suppose, but I don’t want it to ruin our friendship or anything like that, ya know?”

“Yeah, that makes sense.”

“Hopefully I’ll be able to talk to him about it today when I see him.”

“So...is that a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’ to me setting you up with a friend of mine sometime soon?”

“It’s a firm maybe,” Rae replied with a sigh.

“That’s good enough for me! I’ll reach out to him and see when he’d be free to meet up. Now Rae, was that really so hard?”

“If it’ll get you off my back and make you happy to see me getting out and being social, then I’ll do just about anything to shut you up.” Rae quipped and stuck her tongue out at Anna in reply.

“Which reminds me, what’s the plan for your birthday, that’s coming up soon, right?”

“It’s in a bit over a week, yeah, but I don’t have any plans. I don’t really wanna do anything too crazy though. Just something small, maybe, with the gang.”

The pair continued talking about Rae’s plans for her birthday as they were nearing the small cafe Rae was going to lunch at when Anna stopped walking.

“Hey, so, am I going crazy or is that your mate Finn sitting outside the cafe right there?”

“Of course that’s him. I told you I was meeting him here for lunch!” Rae replied with a small chuckle as she kept walking.

“Wait! So you mean to tell me that Finn is your mate and your roommate?”

“Yeah, I thought you knew that!”

“No! I did not fucking know that! Oh my god…”

“What?”

“You made out with your roommate!”

“I’m aware,”

“Oh my god,”

“It’s not that big of a deal,”

“Oh my god,”

“Seriously, Anna. Relax”

“Oh my god, he’s waving at us!”

“Yeah, he’s a nice guy,”

“Oh my god, he’s hot!”

“Yeah, I know. Now, do you want to meet him and say ‘hi’ or not?”

“Of course I do!”

“Cool, now try not to gawk at him like you are now and I can introduce the two of you,” Rae chuckled as she walked ahead to the hostess desk at the entrance of the cafe and pointed towards the table on the patio where Finn was seated and waved Anna and Rocky to follow her inside.

Rae, Anna, and Rocky followed the hostess around the patio to the table where Finn was seated and Finn stood from his seat to give Rae a tight hug.

“Hiya, Rae! I just got you water for now because I wasn’t sure what you wanted to drink, but I haven’t ordered anything else yet,” Finn knelt down to pet Rocky but continued speaking, “I don’t think I’ve ever formally met you, but you must be Rocky’s owner.”

“Uh, yes?” Anna mumbled.

“Sorry, she’s a bit shy this morning,” Rae joked, “Finn, this is my friend from work that I told you about and we’ve been watching her puppy for the last week. Anna, this is my best mate and roommate.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Anna,” Finn said with a smile as both he and Rae sat down at the table, “you and Rocky are welcome to join Rae and I for lunch if you’d like to.”

“Oh, sorry, but we should get going. I live in this direction, so I wanted to walk with Rae on my way home after coming to pick up Rocky. It was great to finally meet you though, I’ve heard a lot about you...like a lot,” Anna laughed lightly.

“Alright, well if you ever need anyone to take Rocky off your hands for a little while, Rae and I would be happy to do it!” Finn added as Anna gave Rae a hug.

“I’ll remember that, thank you,” Anna replied politely before turning towards Rae and lowering her voice a bit, “I’ll text you a bit later today, alright? We still have a lot to talk about!”

Rae huffed and rolled her eyes but smiled as she waved goodbye to Anna and Rocky as they made their way to the exit of the patio area.

“I’m not sure that your friend Anna liked me very much,” Finn stated as he looked over the menu.

“Ah, don’t pay her too much mind. She’s lovely, just a bit...odd,” Rae chuckled before picking up her menu as well, “anyways, what are you thinking of ordering? I feel like there’s just way too many options to choose from!”

Finn laughed and agreed and the two continued looking over the menu and making small talk as they enjoyed their lunch together.

A/N: I have no excuses as to why this chapter took so long to come together, but I am sorry that I’ve been MIA lately. Things in my life are still very crazy and turbulent and I feel like every second of spare time that I have is spent doing everything but writing, unfortunately. I do really appreciate the support and messages of encouragement that I got on my previous post and on every chapter before that. I know that everyone says that they’re grateful for their readers, but I’m completely genuine and can never fully express how much it means to me when y’all read/reblog/like/reply to my posts. I don’t really have much else to say right now, but I’m hoping to get better about posting weekly as things start to settle down a bit more for me closer to the end of June, so please stick it out with me.

Also: HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!! ^_^

Until next time: Stay awesome, my friends! :)

#mmfd #my mad fat diary #mmfd fanfic #my mad fat diary fanfiction #the good life #the good life: ch13 #My writing #finn-nelson-for-the-win

[expositionaljazzskeleton]

the gangsey as things my friends have said

gansey

"those bees have balls!"

"the West Virginian mountains could fuck me"

"pack the wife and kids and go watch Mt. St. Helena erupt"

"Just let the fingers have a little dancing fun!"

"He does not need a straw to drink his chair"

"Uranium can't be transuranium... unless it wants to be and that's fine"

"My favorite amusement park: Seven Flags"

"I love the sound of smooth jazz and distant screaming"

"Do you wanna consider the lobster?"

"My elbows need some windshield wipin, if ya know what I mean"

"no, [Blue], I'm not gonna do a line of smarties off of your buttcrack"

"Its time to brush the tiny orange. go to college."

"stop infecting me with your lesbian coldness"

"what the fuck? it's not even whale time!"

ronan

"The rectangle and the rhombus fell in love and made a baby named the square and then they eventually commited suicide"

"Blue highlighters will never amount to anything"

"Fine print is for wimps"

"Have fun getting shanked by the bathroom clown"

"If I have a kid their middle name will be dragonfucker2000"

"Just casual arson, I guess"

"Javelin throw [Noah] out the window"

"If you give the baby LSD maybe it'll be happy"

"I wanna see an emu with a gun"

"The waters turning the whales gay. no wonder they're eating our plastic"

"The best way to ask someone's sexuality: what's your favorite flavor of crotch?"

"bikes are causing discrepancies amongst the skeleton mating habits"

"Juice is temporary. Sauce is forever. My brother said that. he's dead now. the juice got him"

"live your best life. eat your own ass"

adam

"facial absorption of math"

"I learned mama, dada, and the distributive property"

"Why am I not making enough good meat hunk sauce???"

"Everyone is just an allele goodwill"

"The shamrock shake gave me ptsd"

"Wait, there are recipes in the bible?"

"Heroine is not a bird"

"We're having a sauce crisis!!!"

"Y is bisexual. Y-sexual. It goes both y-s"

"I need some barbeque sauce to drown my math problems"

"Have a vengeance against the sight reading. This piece killed your father."

"don't upset sister scantron"

"911 YES HEWWO??!?!"

"my sexuality is Nickelodeon slime"

"what, you have boneless water where you live like some fancy person?"

"I don't deserve fingers"

"who tried to assassinate my pear??"

noah

"I want a Graham cracker taped to a rock as my tombstone"

"What flavor is your bus?"

"The city is very city. Very, very cultures."

"I forgot to water my baguette!"

"Trains are just worms!"

"You're just like leech, and I'm just like LEECH"

"How am I supposed to fall on my face if there is no worm?"

"Dying alone, GONG. Now there's a bell in your head."

"Chickens are fine. I don't think they have feelings."

"I shall always be loved for my corn bones"

"Sticks is a spectator sport"

"is the thumb no longer crunchy?"

"tea? Like, slurp slurp???"

"Alright. Lime screaming over"

"Martha Speaks wrote James and the Giant Peach"

blue

"you must have the highest knees"

"My leg is not the Protestant Reformation"

"TV static, yum!"

"I promise I will never call you a beanie bitch"

"Spanish colonists were furries confirmed"

"Its called a prayer circle, dumbass"

"You can't force your granola culture on me!"

"Rainforest won't make you feel bad about yourself"

"I'm just an intern stripper"

"The spinoff of Five Nights at Freddies: Four Nights at a Hotel Somewhere"

 "you put the 'hobo' in 'chobani'"

"What's it called... English? is it English? fuck English"

"keep it in, walrus man"

"You don't tell a lady to keep her spear in the trunk"

"are you an athlete or a mathlete? I'm a bitch"

"this is discrimination against string instrument players and lesbians!!!"

"how do you smoke weed? oh you SMOKE it!"

henry

"Now I'm definitely not voting for you because you stole my tangerine"

"Are you implying that all other spas are run by robots?"

"The sun..... cannot slide"

"Out of all the animals that would dab, the Clydesdale horse is not one of them"

"Thymine is a power bottom"

"Only white people are legally allowed to play ultimate frisbee"

"I wanna get jumped by second graders"

"No! Rice crispies baby daddy!"

"That ladybug is thirsty AF"

"duck shit? that's hot"

"there's a lot more gay popes than I thought"

"government funded orgies"

"I don't know what God tastes like but pussy tastes like good fuckin food"

"remember that thing we did yesterday? yeet the moon"

"hell yeah ladies get on this scarf dick"

"have you ever seen the human centipede?? THAT WOULD BE THE BEST ORAL SEX EVER!!!"

#the raven cycle #the raven boys #the dream thieves #blue lily lily blue #the raven king #gangsey #gansey #richard gansey #blue sargent #adam parrish #ronan lynch #noah czerny #henry cheng #pynch #maggie stiefvater #trc

[hilarieburtonmorgan]

A Christmas Wish Star Hilarie Burton Says The Movie's Appeal is Its Tongue-in-Cheek Approach to Romantic Clichés

With so many movies on its Christmas slate, Lifetime has something for everybody: people who like to watch traditional romantic holiday movies, people who like a little mystery with their holiday entertainment, and A Christmas Wish, premiering tonight, is for people who like to poke a little fun at romantic clichés.

Hilarie Burton, who stars as Faith, a middle school art teacher, has done a number of these movies, and she claims that in almost every single script, she is supposed to trip and fall into a man’s arms, or get something spilled on her, and whoops!, it’s a ‘meet cute’ that leads to romance.

“All these gross, little stereotypical things are not romantic in real life,” she tells Parade.com in this one-on-one interview. “They’re tacky, and so we get to make fun of that in this. The idea of what’s romantic versus what is actually important in true love is what we grapple with in this in a lighthearted manner, and that’s been fun because I’ve gotten to make fun of all the stuff I’ve complained about in the past.”

That said, A Christmas Wish has all the typical elements: A single woman with a problem that needs addressing, handsome men, and, in the end, a happy ending, but this script about an art teacher who has lost her funding spoke to Burton, because it is an issue she has been working on in real life with her alma mater, Parkview High School, a Title One high school in Sterling, Va.

“They don’t have funding for any extracurricular activities, and so, I formed an alumni group two years ago to fund extracurriculars at the school, and to get people involved,” Burton says. “So, this storyline of someone who puts it all out there, and is always putting these kids before herself, felt important. I wanted to draw attention to what’s going on in public schools, and then have fun with my friends in the process.”

Her friends include Tyler Hilton, who plays her best friend; his real-life wife Megan Park, who plays her little sister; Willie Garson, her White Collar co-star, who plays her principal; and a number of One Tree Hill castmates, who play various love interests or neighbors.

“We like to treat our productions more like a theatre troupe, so we use a lot of the same players that we’ve used before, and we all kind of rotate,” she says.

Garson is new to the group, but Burton says that the two share very playful banter in real life, which worked for him playing her boss.

“As the principal of the school, he could’ve easily been identified as a villain with the cutting of the funding of the arts program,” she explains. “Instead what Willie brings to it makes it clear that he and I are friends. It’s clear that he and I respect one another, and so it makes the dynamic on camera so much better.”

Where romance comes into play — and it does — is in Faith’s hometown of Ponchatoula, La., a wooden wishing box is placed in the park each year for people to write down their true heart’s desire on a slip of paper and place it in the box in hopes that their wish will be granted. Since Faith’s sister Maddie is in a happy relationship, she encourages Faith to put a wish in the box, a wish to experience true love for the first time.

“For Faith, I think the question isn’t a faith in Christmas or the magic of that,” Burton says. “It is a faith in what is love. What is that give and take, and how do you let it in in a healthy way as opposed to the fake fantasy, so that’s the scale that we’re weighing, the fantasy versus reality.”

What do you think the fascination is with these Christmas movies?

When I first started doing them, they were still a little bit taboo. I remember getting my first offer to do one and it was like, “Oh, why would I do that?” And then I did it on a dare. My friends, Paul and Julie Rudd were at dinner with me when I got my first offer to do it, and they’re like, “We’re obsessed with them. Christmas movies are hilarious and magical, and really fun, and you should do one.” So, I did it, and, unexpectedly, I found that the production process of it was so female-friendly. I found a safe place in the industry to create and work, and have a good time, and I could still be a parent. The time commitment isn’t extreme, and I think for viewers at home, there’s so much toxic stuff in the real world.

Perhaps it’s like a pendulum of content in our country, where when things are really tough and messy in real life, we like happy endings, and we like comfort, and we like family stories, and so, being able to create content that soothes people, gives them hope, and is optimistic, is rewarding. There’s great television out there that’s dark, and that’s valuable, but I think having a counterbalance to that’s important.

What are some of your favorite Christmas movies?

My family watches Les Mis every year at Christmas. For whatever reason. It’s like every time Javert jumps off the bridge I’m like, “It’s cool. It’s cool. It’s fine.” I love old movies, too. I really love Meet Me in St. Louis and White Christmas. I love the back and forth, the clipped banter in those old films is something that I like. I like smart dialogue. I like the pace of the Spencer Tracy/Katharine Hepburn relationships, and so when you find costars that you can have that rapport with, its probably why I work with the same people over and over again, because I appreciate the relationship off-camera and how it can reflect on camera.

What about holiday traditions? Do you have one that you could share?

We’re very, very square. My husband [Walking Dead’s Jeffrey Dean Morgan] works all year round and he gets off right before Thanksgiving, and so we know from Thanksgiving to Christmas, that is family time. We go see Santa at Macy’s, and then we bunker down and we don’t go anywhere. We just hide with the kids.

Do you live in L.A. or New York?

No. No. No. Actually, I have a book coming out in March 2020, with HarperOne called The Rural Diaries, about our decision to leave L.A. and move to a farm in upstate New York. We live on a 100-acre farm, Mischief Farm, and we’ve got donkeys, alpacas, cows, chickens, ducks, dogs, and an emu.

Doing content like this movie right when we were getting ready to make that life decision, I think, was very influential, because I was doing narratives about women that made hard life choices to live a more authentic lifestyle, and then all of a sudden it started manifesting in my real life. So, I like doing projects like this, because I hope that they inspire other women to be bold as well.

Didn’t you rescue a country store or something like that?

Actually, it’s a big chunk of the book. When we first moved to town, the very first friend we made was a man named Ira Gutner, and he owned the candy/coffee shop in town. He passed away unexpectedly right when we bought our farm, and so along with some friends of ours, Andy Ostroy, Phoebe Jonas, and then the Rudd’s, we purchased the candy store, so it wouldn’t turn into a chain sub shop, or something cheesy, and so, we own a candy store.

A Christmas Wish premieres tonight at 8 p.m. ET/PT on Lifetime.

#hilarie burton #a christmas wish #interview #news #2019

[feynites]

So I saw this post and I thought of Dirthalene and I just... um... did this...

*throws to @selenelavellan and runs*

Dirthamen has, somehow, asked Sylaise to help him with his ‘relationship problems’.

Dirthamen is not entirely certain how this happened. He had not been aware that he was having ‘relationship problems’, though apparently, he has been, and for quite some time. Sylaise assures him that she is doing a very great favour, though, and despite the fact that she is several years younger than him, Dirthamen is willing to concede that she is much more accomplished in the field of relationships than he is.

“Ta-da!” Sylaise exclaims, and finally pulls the make-up brush away from his face. “You can open your eyes now.”

“Should I?” Dirthamen wonders. He has been fully capable of opening his eyes throughout this process, after all, but had been cautioned that if he did, it would ‘spoil everything’.

“Yes,” Sylaise says, huffily. “I worked a miracle, you should look at it and be in awe.”

Dirthamen opens his eyes, and stares into his younger sister’s vanity mirror. And then blinks, and takes a moment to process the image in front of him.

He looks… like he is wearing a mask, almost.

A very smooth mask, that has contoured and softened his features in a variety of ways, not all of which he can readily identify. The overall effect is very dramatic, however. His eyelids are shimmering, and there are a few deliberate spots of glitter on top of his cheekbones – like freckles, almost, but gleaming – and his lips have been given the illusion that they are larger than they are.

Sylaise is smiling.

“I did fantastic,” she informs him.

“Thank you,” Dirthamen says, dutifully. “Well done.”

Sylaise nods at him.

“Briala found out from her tutor, Felassan, who is in classes with Des, who is friends with Selene, that she likes pretty people. And I mean, well, who doesn’t? Pretty people are the best. So. You’re going to wear that nice blue blouse – the you wore for Falon’Din’s going away party, remember? – and I’ve stolen one of Andruil’s skirts that she never wears anyway, and it’s going to look fantastic with it. I wish we had time to go and get you some kitten heels in a decent size – I don’t think you could walk in pumps – but we only have another hour left. And then you’re going to give this to Selene, because if we let you handle it yourself you’ll probably just do something weird, like compare to her an emu or something, and when she says ‘yes’, you are going to pay me back by driving June and I to the movies any time we want to go,” Sylaise informs him.

Dirthamen takes a moment to process all of that.

“Emus have long legs…” he muses, though he does not think Selene is very much like one, anyway. He knows the blouse Sylaise is referring to, at least. Or he thinks he does. Falon’Din’s going away party had been a very dramatic affair. His brother had not wished to attend military school, although their father had been insistent. Dirthamen does not think he would have been sent away if their mother was still alive. But he cannot know for certain, and in the end, it had been their father’s decision to make.

Selfishly, Dirthamen is somewhat glad that their father had been angry enough with Falon’Din to deny his final request that Dirthamen at least go with him. According to his brother’s texts on the matter, Military School is the worst place that has ever existed.

Sylaise flicks the back of his ear.

“Don’t say to her,” she instructs. “Just walk your sexiest walk and then give her the letter. Alright?”

Dirthamen nods. He almost asks what would be entailed by his ‘sexiest walk’, or which sort of walk that might be, but after a moment he decides that he will google it instead. Sylaise shoos him out of her room – she has to get ready for school now, and Dirthamen must change into his blouse and the skirt the she thrusts into his arms. He passes Andruil in the hall, but she does not seem to recognize the skirt as anything belonging to her.

She stares at his face for a long moment, though.

“What the hell happened to you?” she finally asks him.

“Sylaise is helping me,” he explains.

Andruil snorts, in what he suspects is amusement, and then after a moment, shrugs and carries on to her own room. Dirthamen can hear his father singing in the master bathroom, as he finally makes his way into his own, and shuts the door so that he can begin changing.

He is careful not to touch his face with his blouse, although after a moment, he realizes that Sylaise seems to have sealed the mask of make-up onto his face with some sort of impenetrable veneer. The skirt fits better than he might have expected, but requires stockings, he thinks, so he goes and puts on a pair of those, and then finds some nice dress shoes that do not seem too out-of-place with it, so far as his comprehension of aesthetic rules can determine. Sylaise had told him to leave his hair long, so he does. But it tends to fall into his eyes, and he still has class work to deal with, so after some consideration, he retrieves a silver hair clip and uses that to solve the dilemma.

By the time Father is calling for everyone to come to breakfast, his outfit seems to have come together. Dirthamen gathers up his school bag, double-checks that he has his homework, and heads for the dining room. He is the first to arrive, and his father double-takes at him as well.

There is an awkward moment of silence as they regard one another.

Then his father gestures to him.

“What’s all this about?” he asks.

Dirthamen blinks.

“Sylaise is helping me,” he says.

His raises his eyebrows.

“With what?” he wonders.

Dirthamen shifts, slightly, and wonders if he should say, or if he should make excuses. He tries to weigh the possible consequences of his father discovering that he has a crush, but he finds the possible reactions difficult to gauge. Father had not taken well to Sylaise and Andruil dating, but then, Dirthamen has rarely been treated in the same manner as his sisters.

“There is a girl at school…” he begins, tentatively.

“Ah,” his father says, and then nods, as if things suddenly make much more sense. “A girl, you say? Is it that little friend of yours? The scrappy one who looks like she crawled out of a rummage sale?”

Dirthamen shakes his head.

“No, it is a different girl,” he explains. Inanallas is a good friend, but Dirthamen does not think she would like to date him. He is not sure he would like to date her, either. After a moment his father grunts, and then reaches over, and claps a hand on his shoulder.

“Well,” he says. “…Well, is she, um… like you, then?”

He considers the question.

“She has very light hair,” he says. “And she likes math. She is a member of the competitive mathematics team at school.”

His father nods.

“Math, eh? Quiet girl?” he guesses.

Dirthamen tilts his head.

“Mostly,” he confirms.

This seems to be an acceptable response, as his father leaves the matter be, and instead focuses on scolding Andruil and Sylaise for taking so long to get to the table, once they finally arrive. Breakfast is hurried this morning, as they are running late, but the chauffeur still manages to get them to school before the first bell rings.

Inan meets Dirthamen at his locker.

She stares at him.

“…What,” she says.

“What?” Dirthamen asks back.

Inan reaches over, and gingerly pokes at his cheek. She looks at her finger, and narrows her eyes, and then pokes at him again.

“Please refrain,” he requests.

“You look like someone photoshopped you,” Inan accuses.

“Sylaise did my make-up,” Dirthamen explains.

Inana squints.

“Is she testing out new techniques or something?”

Dirthamen shakes his head, and then means to elaborate. But the class bell rings, and interrupts him before he can, and so he and Inan have to hasten into the classroom instead.

He receives and inordinate number of looks, throughout the morning. Several people stare at him during class, and in the move to the next one, he notices a few more odd looks which are only diffused when one of his fellow homeroom students walks into a door. Venavismi rushes over to the help the boy, and the subsequent noise and clatter seems to draw most attention for a while.

It is not until first break that Dirthamen gets a chance to approach Selene’s own locker.

She is standing in front of it, caught up in a conversation with Elanna, who is in Dirthamen’s history class, and has loaned him pencils.

He does not wish to intrude. But after a moment Elanna nods towards him, and Selene turns and looks towards him.

There is a moment where Dirthamen attempts to parse the meaning of the look she gives him. She herself looks very nice today, he thinks. The summer shorts she is wearing have flowers embroidered onto the pockets, which almost match the ties in her own hair.

Dirthamen clears his throat.

“Good morning,” he says.

The textbook in Selene’s hands catches on fire.

It is not a lot of fire, thankfully. Elanna knocks it out of Selene’s hands, and Dirthamen casts a cooling spell, which does not seem to be particularly effective. The fire smolders across the plastic cover of the textbook, warping the print, but does not quite spread to the pages before Selene gestures emphatically and manages to put it out.

Selene does not look at Dirthamen, as she hastily gathers up the mangled textbook, and then turns on her heel and flees.

“…Uh,” Elanna says. “Hang on, sorry, I’m just gonna… go after her. Sorry. Please don’t tell anyone that happened!”

She turns, too, then, and runs off. Dirthamen cannot help but feel as if he has done something wrong, even though he is not certain what. His father sometimes ignites things accidentally when he is very angry. Had he made Selene angry? Does she not like make-up? Or dresses? She has never responded to Dirthamen in that manner before.

He considers it a bit more, but even several reviews of the situation do not yield any satisfactory answers.

Sylaise’s letter, which he was supposed to give to Selene, crinkles in his pocket. Dirthamen reaches in, and pulls it out. He would not wish to cause Selene to light any unintended fires again. Textbooks can be expensive, and he does not think her family is as financially secure as his own. Perhaps he should abandon the plan altogether, but then, Sylaise had worked very hard to help him, and had been very clear in her instructions.

A compromise, perhaps?

He slips the letter into Selene’s locker, and then has to make his way back towards his own, on the other side of the school.

He contemplates washing the make-up off at several points throughout the rest of the day. Inan offers to help him, but in the end, Dirthamen does not think he could remove Sylaise’s sealants with the simple tap water and toilet paper available in the school bathrooms. Selene is in his Math class, towards the end of the day, but she seems to have traded seats with Tasallir, and she spends the entire class not looking at him.

Dirthamen’s heart sinks.

Has he offended her, then?

He wonders over it for the rest of the day, trying to figure out what it might be that he has done wrong, and how he could possibly solve it. Perhaps he should write an apology? Or stay away instead? What would be better appreciated?

By the end of the school day, he is still uncertain.  There is a kind of pleasantness to watching Selene in class, even if she keeps ignoring him. But there is very little, he finds, in trekking across the parking lot, and feeling as if the mask of his make-up is much too thin.

He almost does not hear the voice calling after him.

“Dude,” Inanallas says, poking his elbow. He looks, and she gestures behind them, and then he turns and sees Selene hurrying over towards them. She seems faintly out of breath, her cheeks suffused with colour and her hair coming out of its ties, as she stops in front of him.

“Yes!” she blurts.

Dirthamen blinks.

Oh.

That was the response Sylaise told him to wait for.

He opens his mouth to reply, but before he can, Selene runs off again; leaving a few smoking footprints behind, as she races back across the parking lot, and down to where Adannar seems to be carpooling their group of friends today. She does not look back towards him, although Elanna offers him a thumb’s up.

“What just happened?” Inan asks.

Dirthamen must shake his head.

“I am not sure,” he admits. “I will have to ask Sylaise.”

Perhaps he should have read the letter first, for context. But it is too late now.

#dirthalene #random modern au i guess #idk there are like nine million other things i should be working on #but #i mean #at least it's something ^^;