#i’m very attached to it being theodore/teddy though

[elenthali]

i’m starting to think that even the captain doesn’t know the captain’s name

#bbc ghosts #the captain #i feel like someone may have told pat a name but they were lying #so we’ll just never know #i’m very attached to it being theodore/teddy though #ben willbond

[baezdylan]

LITTLE WOMEN FANFICTION

CHAPTER 3: SEVEN

Escapism

"Please, picture me in the trees...

...before I learned civility."

- seven, Taylor Swift

***

one.

- Let's run away.

It's barely a whisper. It's said more to the open sky above them than to anybody else.

- Let's run away.

It's more than a whisper now. It's a call. An invitation for something greater than both of them. And Laurie would gladly buy a ticket for that particular train. He would. But the sun is so wonderful and the clouds are so enchanting in their unusual shapes that even getting up seems like a chore. He wants to stay here. On the grass. But Jo is persistent in her wishes. Jo March never, never, gives up.

- Won't you say something, Teddy? Can't you just see it? We could be anything, do anything, go anywhere! The world could be ours!

She, unlike him, is on her feet. She always seems to be. Gravity isn't very fond of Jo. Or at least that's what Jo will tell you. Laurie doesn't know if that's true or not, but he likes hearing her talk. He finds himself generally attached to sounds. The chipering of birds. The first note you play on the piano. Amy's chaotic laughter. Beth's soft chuckles. Meg's little mumbles. Jo's wild exclaims. That's one of the many reasons why Laurie loves the Marches. It's like these sisters have discovered an utterly fresh, vivid and extraordinary way to be alive. It's a pleasant contrast to what he's used to.

It's always quiet at home.

"What do you say Theodore Laurence, kindest and most noble of knights of this kingdom? Shall we follow the wind and see where it leads us?"

"I wouldn't want it any other way."

"Then you accept my proposal?"

"I sure do, Miss March."

People's faces usually look radically different when lightened up with smiles. They look prettier, more beautiful and somehow truer to themselves as opposed to non smiling faces. Jo's doesn't. She is smiling at him right now and her face doesn't look any different. It's just as true and warm as it was a thousand smiles before. And would Laurie even be allowed to call himself a comrade of Jo's if he didn't gift her with a smile of his own in return? He grins at her with no specific thought behind the expression. This is how people are supposed to be smiling, he thinks. Wide and real. Yes, people are supposed to be smiling just like this.

For a second, Jo and Laurie are the same person. Hair wild, shirts half unbuttoned, cheeks flushed. Laurie's hands are splattered with dirt from the ground whose hostility he was taking advantage of moments prior. Jo doesn't seem to care about that. Once he's up and standing, she grabs his arm a bit forcefully (which he doesn't mind), a bit theatrically (because this is Jo and life is a theatre piece) and they start running, both of them now embellished with dust. There's a lot of stumbling (and stumbling is blamed on the seemingly nonexistent objects that appear and disappear under commands of fairy like creatures) and there's a lot of laughter (laughter that comes in its most natural form and doesn't show any interest in being contained under anyone's wishes, especially not the ones of the world).

"Oh dearest, the world might not be for us, but us we are for the world."

***

two.

Freedom is both the most basic and the most complicated aspect of life to be gained. It is so simple of a concept, one could easily and rightfully so believe how all of thought guardians (more commonly referred to as humans) should have the right to not only experience, but spend their entire lives swimming in shinning lakes of freedom. But it's not how it all works. Some have tiny bits of freedom. Some don't have it at all. Some have loads. Some have just enough. Too much, sadly or sadly not, have none. 

Jo sometimes wishes she were a tree. High up in the sky, stretching out her branches towards infinity. She isn't a tree though.

Imagination is of grave help despite what anyone says. To a normal person, the tree is just a tree. Tree and nothing else. To Jo March, a tree is so much more. It's an opportunity. An adventure. It's a solace and a home. A sanctuary. She's climbing up one of her leaf providing friends as she's trying to figure out how to describe this moment the best. Her reflections are interrupted by a voice which surprisingly doesn't come from the bellow, but from the above instead. Once Jo spots the speaker's ground conquerors (or "shoes" if you are of dull old sameness and don't find the pleasure in crafting phrases unlike our Jo), she immediately recognizes their owner. She still isn't sure why Teddy let Amy paint his shoes with images of flowers, but she is mesmerized with the final result. And although she shall never share this with the oh, so great artist, Jo thinks Amy's creations to be exquisite.

"I presume you are coming here to put your mind at ease."

"That is correct, my boy, and I suppose you are here for the same cause. "

By the time they exchange these lines, Jo has already climbed up to the place where Laurie is. She finds herself a steady enough branch and rests her head against the surface of the wood. Her friend is positioned in a similar way, his leg gently swaying to a peculiar beat of his own making.

Two figures, who almost seem to be one with the wooden fellow, occasionally take an exceptionally deep breath. Their hands colored with bruises, souvenirs from many extraordinary expeditions, their clothes decorated with leaves. Seemingly they are flowers, nature is their most beloved companion.

It's quite a story how Jo and Teddy, these flower resembling humans, coexist without many syllables shared. The phrases they do sometimes grace each other with can end up being translated as meaningless or lacking in thought. But Teddy and Jo, among everything else, are inventors. They invented a language which only functions for them. What is mean to others represents to them a code. What is strange to some, playful and witty to them it is. What is impossible to comprehend, they understand with little to no effort.

"Language of flowers is the language of flowers for a reason. Nobody, but flowers, thinks it much sense."

***

three.

"I'M ALIVE! LOOK AT ME, EARTH!!! I! AM! BREATHING!"

This is just one of the many declarations that have furiously been shouted at the void today. Young people often have trouble befriending compromises, especially if those compromises are to be made with the creatures you live in close proximity with. Jo has again been fighting with her sisters for reasons she cannot exactly recall right this instant. It's funny, because this always happens to her. Something sparks her temper, she recklessly gives into it and at the end, it's all about the anger she doesn't know how to release. She usually goes on long walks or takes deep breaths. She basically tries to isolate herself from everyone until the storm passes.

Teddy has a different solution for her troubles, troubles that naturally turn out to be his troubles too because they are Jo and Teddy, Teddy and Jo, and they have the same troubles (which is both wonderfully relieving and awfully annoying at the same time). Jo wouldn't even call Teddy's solution a solution. They are both making these announcements of nonhuman frequency and dancing their heads off, and as ridiculous as it is, Jo feels it liberating. They aren't improving anything (just the opposite, screaming random things into the air represents the peak of impulsive behaviour) and the conclusion is: no profitable discoveries in the "containing yourself" department. But who cares? Sometimes you have to let it all out. Dance and shout the worries away. It wasn't a coincidence that Jo met Teddy under the circumstances that she did. They were both of hot tempers, strong wills and free spirits. And they needed to dance it all out out. Despite the absurdity and inappropriate mannerism a foreign eye would most certainly find in their actions.

"There exists no right nor wrong way to express one's self."

***

four.

Laurie is surprised with how much he is enjoying this. It's all very simple. Yet, he feels at peace. He feels like everything inside him has a chance to rest.

It's the fireplace and captivating movement of the fire flames.

It's the soft "click" he discovers every time Meg takes a step. Her shoes are marvellous singers.

It's the chattering of dishes he recognizes somewhere in the background. It must be Beth, cleaning the table after the meal.

It's Amy giggling mischievously after coming up with what Laurie supposes to be some kind of scheme or more accurately, a master plan. He wouldn't know what is it about, but whatever it is, Amy is destined to succeed in it.

It's Jo. This is all because of Jo. He wouldn't have come across the hidden delights of the "uncomplicated" and "boring" if it weren't for her. She takes a seat beside him interrupting the spectacular date he had with the fireplace, rests her head on his shoulder and sighs. It's like this with them. Touching has never been a big deal.

"Beautiful."

That's all Jo says. "Beautiful." He doesn't question it. He understands what she means even though he cannot explain it. He understands.

"Warmth. Choreographed chaos. Lines overlapping. Minds intertwining. Familiarity greeting you "hello". People. Family. Home."

***

five.

She cut her hair. She cut her hair and everything is supposed to be at least a little better if not completely fine. But she can feel the tears forming in her eyes as she's approaching the house. The money in her pocket is so incredibly present. No, the money is not just present in her pocket. Everything those dusty pieces of paper represent carries weight. A weight so grand Jo could swear there is somebody following her, kind of like the money has taken the shape of a person and is now accompanying her, monitoring her every move. What kind of world sees a green, ugly paper and claims of it a metaphor for greatest treasures? And the tears? The tears she cannot comprehend. Why would she care? It's just hair. If anything, she should be bursting with joy right now. She got rid of the womanly burden. But it doesn't feel right. It's all extremely selfish of her. Selfish and thoughtless.

Her sister is... not well. Her father is out there doing all sorts of heroic things and instead of crying over her sins, she's crying over this. For once she does something right, for once the part of her that's wrong different isn't screaming. And then it hits her. It's not just a part of her that's different wrong. It's her. The moment she realises this she steps into the house. Everyone is either too distant or too close to notice all that is hiding underneath her seemingly admirable actions.

Her body is barely handling the atmosphere. It's barely cultivating the facade. But her body is also covered with Teddy's waistcoat and just as she remembers this little fact she sees her best friend right there in front of her. He is not too distant nor too close. He is right where she is.

They have the same hair.

Jo is pulled towards him because this is Teddy and hugging Teddy is like hugging herself. They stay like that for a few moments, their realities greeting each other like two fellow soldiers, finally reunited in battle.

It doesn't make her feel any less hollow. It doesn't change anything. It doesn't alter the wrongs. But it does make it a little better. It offers an assurance. An assurance embodying validity so present, money can do nothing but hold a candle to. An assurance of rational absurdity. Because that's what Jo and Teddy are.

They are rationally absurd.

"It's a childish belief that all twins look the same. There exist many ways to be somebody's twin."

***

six.

She is holding his hand.

He has just told her how he doesn't fit within himself. He has just told her that and she is still here, laying on the floor with him, covered with blankets. She said it made sense. She must have been too tired or something. She must have misheard. She must have.

"Jo, are you there?"

She does not respond. She only squeezes his hand. It's not about the gesture itself. It's about everything the gesture holds.

Promises. Lifetimes. Daylights. Midnights. Setting suns. Growing spirits. Flowery Youths.

She is holding his hand.

" Mutuality sure is a wonderful creation. What is more wonderful though is mutual understanding. Mutuality means the returning of the same. Mutual understanding means accepting and loving of the different."

***

seven.

"I could run away for real this time. Explore the unknown, unravel the mystical. Encounter the miracles. Touch the heavens..."

Her words are empty. They don't mean much. They are empty and desperate. Empty, desperate and meaningless.

Her sister got married. Meg got married and she is talking to herself about running away. The wind is dancing with her again long enough hair, tangling its fingers into her rough curls, reminding her of the countless times it has done the exact same thing before. Mocking her with its endless supplies of stability and comfort. Jo is leaning over the wooden fence, despite the wishes of her dress which keeps complaining about her unlady like methods. Jo honestly does not care about the fancy bridesmaid dress and its wants. If one has the will to climb fences, one shall enjoy the act of doing so, no matter what some piece of fabric might have to say. She is trying to hold back rivers her eyes miserably wish to let flow. She cannot cry. She must not. She has an ongoing bet with Teddy about this. He was daring enough to assume she will turn herself into a paddle today and she ought to prove him wrong.

"What might a lady like yourself be doing here instead of enjoying the jolly ceremony out there in the open?"

"I am no lady Teddy, my being is in no need of such chains."

Laurie doesn't pressure her into answering the question (she would have answered it in the first place if she had the intention to) and steps on the fence beside her. He starts humming a random melody, rhythmically moving his fingers to the sound.  He must be composing something again, thinks Jo and silently envies his creative range. It's been too long since she's written anything worth sharing.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Everything."

"Isn't that a bit too much of things?"

"Oh, it's just a little over the top Teddy, but I believe I can handle it. This mind is no stranger to overcrowding."

The same tree they used to climb when they were younger is now observing them, representing an eternal and haunting reminder of everything that once was. Jo is frightened. That silent way in which Teddy is looking at her is frightening. He is looking at her in ways she longs for to be different and his eyes have too many freshly discovered stories to tell. She is frightened she won't find those stories to be very pleasant.

"Do you remember that day when I told you how I wanted to run away?"

"How could I not?"

"I need to run away again."

Laurie doesn't need to hear it twice. He jumps over the fence and starts running, his arms widely spread, his tie and jacket long forgotten. It isn't real. Jo knows they will never go anywhere. The sun is setting and the lines of separation are clearing up. The sun is setting and challenges, struggles and complications lie ahead. She knows all of this. Yet, she hikes up her skirts like she's sixteen again and follows the path her boy has chosen for as long as she knows how to. Jo and Teddy run through the endless fields of gold, specks of sunlight meeting their bones. Teddy and Jo, Jo and Teddy, high in the sky for one last time before nightfall.

They keep falling over each other and eventually end up wrestling on the grass, occasional screams and consistent laughter adorning the air around them.

The last song of Meg's shoes. The last symbol Amy will ever paint on Jo's hands. The last wide smile of Beth's. The last understood conversation of birds. The last fellow of the trees. The last arrangement of flowers.

The last.

The last.

The last.

"Oh, to live in a world where there are childhoods, fields of gold and raging hearts."

"Grab a coat, leave a note and run away with me."

- William Chapman

#louisa may alcott #little women 2019 #little women fanfiction #laurie laurence #jo march #amy march #my writing #beth march #meg march #taylor swift #folklore #evermore #jo × laurie

[teddybeckham]

charles melton, cis male, he/him, silver hey have you seen TEDDY BECKHAM ? HE let me borrow his PAINT BRUSHES . oh, you know them! they’re 27 and they’ve been at Roy G. for THREE YEARS. They are known to be a total SCORPIO. no wonder they’ve picked up the nickname THE BLACK SHEEP ! i’m surprised you haven’t heard them blaring STACY’S MOM BY FOUNTAINS OF WAYNE all night. they remind me of PAINT SPLATTERED JEANS, A LONG TIRED SIGH AND GETTING HIGH AT 3 AM. anyway, let me know if you see them ! (rachell, 23, she/her, mt, n/a).

ok hello omg im rachell and this is my lil shit teddy who just needs love ok? i haven’t gotten to play him in awhile and i’m really excited to play this new kinda version of him here?? this whole thing maybe kind of all over the place cuz we’re kinda figuring it out as we go lol but yes pls love us, this whole post is a lot so i apologize im--

tw cancer, tw death, tw depression, tw alcoholism

teddy was born november 3rd, 1993, as an only child, and though a sweet and happy kid he had always struggled with school, being diagnosed with adhd dislexia at a pretty young age causing him to learn at a different pace than the rest of the kids at his class

tho this was pretty hard on him and caused him to grow frustrated at his assignments more often than not, his mom was always there with the patient and supportive smiles, ready to give a hand wherever she could 

things were ok with his dad for the most part the boy was just easily more attached his mother, it being as clear as day to anyone who knew the beckhams

it threw everyone in the small family for a loop when his mom was diagnosed with breast cancer by the time he was six, soon growing familiar with the visits to the hospital and seeing her in a way he never wished he’d have to

as the years went by and his mom now practically stayed in the hospital, the small boy was completely at a loss on how to cope, one day he had to put together a creative piece for school, and being completely fed up with everything, he just painted out everything he was feeling, not giving a shit on how it looked or what he was supposed to have done instead, completely caught off guard when his teacher absolutely loved it, saying she saw great potential in it and him, it being the first time he had actually felt good about smth in school

his mother passed away by the time he was 10, causing teddy to be a lot more closed off and withdrawn from his peers at school, growing frustrated a lot quicker, with art being the only thing that really kept him going as he even pushed his dad away as well, the pair never having been good at talking about their feelings

the death took a big toll on his dad as well, soon falling into a depression that costed him his job, at times not being fully capable of caring for teddy on his own, bringing in the boy’s aunt to help out when she could as he spiraled into borderline alcoholism....that is, until jasmine’s mother came along, slowly helping him come out of his dark place with each moment they spent together, supporting him through therapy and alcoholics anonymous 

teddy found it difficult to be as happy for him as his aunt was, considering how it felt as if his mom was somehow getting replaced, let alone the seemingly perfect young daughter this new woman in his dad’s life had along with her. his dad never really took his love and passion for art all that seriously to begin with, now he had someone else to compare his son to, despite the age gap between the two and he couldn’t really stand it, causing him to give the new people in their life a difficult time at the beginning of them all getting to know each other that was pretty difficult to shake

by the time jasmine’s and teddy’s parents officially got married, the boy was around a freshman/sophmore in high school, at this point warming up more to his new step mom, able to see what his dad saw in her and over all grateful for all that she’d done for him, tho his new step sibling was still smth to adjust to, teddy being too awkward and feeling too much like he was living in her shadow to open up too much, on top of their differences with her as pretty much the golden child and him still not caring much for school and more throwing himself in his art instead of really socializing or getting to know others

fast forward to now with the 2 siblings having been in florida for 3 years, living together and still struggling to understand each other while also getting on each other’s nerves in between. their family at this point is a real one in teddy’s eyes, despite how much he feels like the black sheep when they facetime. call jas his step sister and he’ll sock you. over all there’s sm love there despite how difficult it can be to admit out loud or in general really

about him

takes meds for his adhd

there is nothing that he loves more or is more passionate about than his art, it’s his escape and his way to let out his emotions he doesn’t know how to communicate otherwise

his and jasmine’s place is filled with wips that he’ll just start cuz he got inspo, was bored, or was stressed out

kind of hard for him to sit still and can be pretty anxious but usually puts up a hard exterior so it’s kinda hard to tell 

he is tired all the time, stays up too late to work on his art and relies on coffee to keep him going, someone stop him

is pretty hard to warm up to i wanna say but he’s such a lil shit and has chaotic dumbass energy but like...lowkey lol, very loyal tho, he kinda keeps others at arms length but will appreciate you sm if you become one of his ppl

can be reckless if he’s comfortable w you and around the right ppl

swears too much

extra awkward once finding out he likes someone, will be gruffer than he means to bc he’s just like ew why?

projects this sort of intimidating, confident kind of aura but is actually v insecure

trust issues *finger guns*

usually has paint stains on his jeans but he couldn’t really care less? and he’d dare someone to say smth to him about it

actual name is theodore but he hates it sm call him that at your own risk

stubborn AF and can be pretty judgmental of ppl who come off as snobby and entitled??? hates those kinds of ppl

is so so protective of jasmine despite usually being a pain to her, that’s his baby SISTER

where does he work? idek man maybe at like a tattoo place or smth, ill figure it out

#roygintro #🎨 // intro #not this taking me so long

[squid--inc--writes]

purgatory

so, I decided to finally finish writing that piece from a really fucked up dream I had. this probably doesn`t cover a quarter of it, but I enjoyed it, and its the first solid writing piece I`ve had in 2 years, so I`m proud.

@schwarzekatzen @wettthepottterheadss4120

warning: gore, gross descriptions, vague psychological bullshit, bullying, violence, etc.

word count:  2281

summary: you follow Trith (not mentioned in the story) on her first round to meet some of the residents within this particular realm of purgatory. Because, frankly, who else can?

My eyes open to a hollow ceiling, peering right into an attic where a familiar rocking hair rocks away. Not a care in the world about how it's up there. That would be Granny Gin. Don't know her real name, but still. She's there. Dead as ever, and knitting away. Sometimes I sleep in long enough that her scarf reaches the floor.

Standing up, groggy, I make my way to do my rounds. Someone's got to make sure the dead don't panic. The first round doesn't have to be me all dressed up. Not like they care about the smell. At least I don't think they do. Can the dead smell? I don't know. At Kirby's request, I started keeping a journal so he can remember what last happened and get one step closer to getting out of here. I also want to help everyone else out of purgatory, so this is why I'm writing this. Brand spanking new. Right up on a blank page. Yep.

So, I guess my next ghastly figure is Heidi. She stands in the bathroom all day. Touching up her makeup, not changing a thing. Aside from the usual changes extended stays can cause. I think she starved to death. Couldn't tell you. She's standing there, takes a glance at me in the mirror, nods, then tries another colour of lipstick. She's been here a while, so that means three eyes, each one a distinct colour of red, blue or yellow. She also has glowing skin, and her legs are becoming more horse like. Maybe her puzzle would be solved by getting her life a little STABLE. Hah. Get it? Why would I write down my laugh?

Whatever, I'm not going to erase anything or cross it out. The thoughts of the living might help, even abstractly.

The next is the hallway. Bert walks along, holding a gas can thing. Y'know, an old timey thing they used to gas bugs? I'm not sure, I can't recall ever needing an exterminator.

He tips his hat to mean, "hey there, lil' lady. Didn't the landlord tell ya to keep out of the building for the next day or so? Don't worry. I'll wait to do my work until you get out. I'll just let 'im know I'll be a bit late starting."

I nod, "thank you." Sometimes it's easier to play along. I feel he's been a tad testy, so I try not to agitate him. Usually I can pass by just fine. Maybe he had anger issues. Try and work his puzzle out like that. Ironically, he resembles a cockroach by now. He doesn't have hands, but the rigid limbs that should have been his hands were made of a hardened skin. It chipped away from his bones like it knew it wasn't supposed to look like that. I rarely look him in the face, both because he looks… interesting, but also because it tends to aggravate him. Maybe it's the way I look at him. He's yelled at me for being a large bug before, not always a roach. I just don't want to get hit again. Maybe I shouldn't help him.

Next up, Theodore and Teddy. They have the same name, and they yell at each other from across the hall. They each have their own rooms. Sometimes they switch rooms. They seem to be connected at this point, literally. They have long strings of flesh swinging from between their bodies. At one point, they got cut, and you see everything pouring out. They acknowledge it in their recent arguments, getting mad at the other for not making enough of an effort to keep it all in. Theodore usually doesn't have a jaw anymore, since it melted down, combined with his clothes. I can't check on Mindy anymore thanks to them. I don't think I want to.

However, I think the problem revolves around they're communication. But that's an obvious point. Maybe they need to accept their own responsibility for their misfortunes.

Mindy… last time I saw her, she had dolls connecting to her through thousands of strands of veins, and nerves, and all other sorts of things. They aren't all made of plastic anymore, last time I saw her.

Theodore says to me, as if his chin wasn't sitting where his stomach would be, "hello dear. How are you today?"

"I'm doing well. Thank you. How are you and Teddy today?"

Teddy snorts from the other room, dusting off an old hat, and placing it on his head, "I'm fine. Perfectly."

Theodore rolled his eyes, "we're as well as ever. Just a lovers' quarrel."

Teddy got offended, ripping the hat off, "oh, NOW we're lovers?"

I nod, and quickly leave before they start trying to pull their guts to their respective sides, and spitting insults. It never ends well.

Next up, Patty and Simone, standing on the stairs. They are actually quite friendly with each other. Patty asking Simone about her husband, Simone asking how Patty's been, after her being widowed and all. They swap recipes regularly. Patty very much seems like she killed her husband. And some of the recipes they swap sound as if Simone is trying to kill her husband. If what she says is true, he deserves it. God do I hope it's not.

Simone has morphed into the railing at this point, spine jutting from bloodless flesh so she can lean on the staircase. I feel the one they used to talk at was a lot lower, considering Simone is almost nine feet in the air. Patty, however, seems to be turning to a bone statue. Her legs can no longer move, not that she moved much to begin with. Wait, no, this time she seems to be turning to ice. Her legs are quite transparent, but there's a layer of frost surrounding her feet. They never used to acknowledge me, but Simone seems to have spread to the stairs, and she'll scold me for walking too roughly. Patty gives me the most judgmental look. I think if they could move on from husband's they'd probably be home free. But that is what their lives revolved around for so long, so I'm not sure that could be easy.

Once I sneak down the stairs without slipping, or getting yelled at, it's into the kitchen I go. Sid is at the fridge constantly stuffing his face. Somehow, he's a part of the fridge. Everything drops out of his stomach back into the fridge, into a pile of slop. Like something a pig would eat. If he's particularly frantic, he'll tear chunks out of himself. I don't think they can feel it when they hurt themselves. Not unless they're supposed to…

I have no clues as to how Sid can save his puzzle. He doesn't tend to talk. I'm not sure he has vocal cords anymore. He barely has eyes.

Moving from the kitchen is the parlor. I'm not sure how this place works, so I'm not sure this is in the right place. Either way, the parlor has about seven people in here. Kirby plays checkers with Daniel, Maud watches TV with Lainey, Paula and Shess pick on Lily. 

Paula and Shess would probably be gone if they could stop, and just sincerely apologize. I'm not sure Lily is really a person though, because she's never changed once. I think she kind of looks like a mannequin, but moving. She's meant to play a part, being small, and easy to pick on. Shess shattered her arms at one point, and now just has gooey, bloody stumps with bone shards sticking out that she uses to punch lily with, and her head is being engulfed by her own skin, but her eyes seemed to have multiplied, hair having started to attach and grow off of the eyes. Like the world's grossest ice-cream cone. Paula, on the other hand, started turning into blades. Her fingernails are long and sharp, her arms have started to thin at the edges, and splinter into more blades, even her nose resembles a knife. I passed her once, her hair brushed my cheek, and I had a long cut from my temple to my chin. That wasn't fun. I can't talk to either of them. They're always caught up in bloodlust.

Lainey and Maud try to ignore Shess and Paula as much as possible. They are actually aware of their surroundings. I don't think they need my help out, because they've been fading lately, so maybe they're ready to pass on. They generally talk about the movie they're watching. Sometimes they get new snacks from an unknown source. Usually they just coo at each other about how much they love each other, and what signs to look for to find each other again. They told me that Purgatory allows you the chance to return to when you died, the chance to fade completely, or to join the better place in whatever you believed in. Purgatory is for learning lessons. They both believe in reincarnation, and fully believe they'll still love each other, no matter the timeline. It's one of the nicer conversations.

Daniel and Kirby are next up. Daniel has no idea what's going on ever. His skin seems to be made from webs, and these small black creatures weave over him all the time, anytime something starts breaking down. Which happens at every move.  Daniel seems actually peaceful here. Maybe he needs to take a stand. Especially with Kirby always cheating. He doesn't even do it subtly, he straight up takes pieces, and places them where they shouldn't be. Daniel would probably tear all his 'skin' off at this point if he tried to do something.

Kirby, however, seems to increasingly be made of greasy Hawaiian print shirts. Yes, you are made of shirts. I almost slip when I pass your table because it's not, like, slightly caked on grease, it's literally dripping, and doesn't spread past a three foot radius. Maybe if you apologized for Dan, it would help. How's that sound?

Okay, three more rooms, then I start getting ready. So, I leave the other side of the parlor, head into the hall, and head to the basement. Shimi is down here. They're just a long, skinny eel at this point. With multiple heads that bite at Shimi's main body. I'm not even sure when Shimi showed up, and I've never seen much else, so I'm not sure they can leave. I don't try to go into the water. Too scared. It's undefinably deep. Some places you can see the ground, others are holes, others are so obfuscated by flesh that has yet to melt down and turn into water. I'm sure Shimi's been here for thousands of years.

Heading back upstairs, I check on the, what I can only assume, ballroom. It's huge, and usually has a few dancing couples. This room changes a lot, and has the least mutated people in it. I remember I helped one couple realize the intense emotion they couldn't move on from was rage, at the fact that they had cheated on each other. They both felt wronged, but they were both no better than each other. The puzzle they solved involved them no longer dancing together, and finding new partners. Today it stood completely empty. Not unusual, but still. The room always unnerves me.

Next up, I like to call the nook. It's not quite in the library, but it's very cozy right outside it.

A rough, sweet voice says, "what took you so long?"

I smile at Ronnie. She's very nice. I think she is, maybe was, actually my age when she died. We're both around seventeen. She however has skin made from literal porcelain, although that does mean when she moves too much, her body starts leaking blood, like from her eyes and joints . Her hair is nearly laid around her head, a warm auburn. And I don't mean that figuratively. It literally feels the way a room with plenty of blankets and a fireplace would feel like. The nook doesn't have a fireplace, it just has Ronnie.

She rasps out, "well, are we going to have a nap? You're my favourite snuggle buddy, and I can't have one without you."

I'm pretty sure she can't leave because she's trapped in her childhood. She's told me about all her dolls, and toys. I think her house might have burned down, and she wouldn't leave them behind. I'm not sure if I'll be able to get her to leave.

I give her a closed mouth smile, and step forward, "yeah, I can help you take a nap."

I wind up cuddling up to her. And, I think I won't write much until after I get ready. Too tired. Need to wake up more.

When I'm finally up, I look up to see the hollow attic. No floor at all. Grandmother Gin rocking away in her rocking chair, completely unaware of the lack of floor.im not sure if that's actually her name. Sometimes I get up so late that her blanket actually gets in my way trying to get up. At least I don't usually get dressed up to do my first round. I don't think the dead care about when the living stink. They don't seem to care about much. I do. Speaking of stink, I am doing this for my pal Kirby. Try to keep a record and write down everything that happens. Maybe I can help him, and some of the others, out of here. That's why I'm writing this. Right here. Blank page. Well, not blank anymore. But, hey, first page, first to go.

#violence #tw violence #tw gore #gore #writblr #writing #my writing #vaguely horror #horror #short story #tw mutilation #gross descriptions #predictable but still fun

[manygalaxiesinone]

Persona Characters in a Nutshell:

Naoya: “I’m the original protagonist. I’m also a gamer.”

Maki: “The first game is literally all about curing my illness.”

Kei: “I have money, but I don’t really screw the rules.”

Eriko: “I’m so eccentric and unpredictable I’m actually scary. Also, I secretly want Naoya’s “D”.”

Masao: “So wait, am I Black or...?”

Ayase: “I’m the only member of the “Magician” Arcana whose love life didn’t end in tragedy...for now.”

Yukino: “I have more involvement in the sequel game than I do in the title I first appeared in.”

Reiji: “Fuck Kandori!”

Hidehiko: “I’m awesome! Why? Because I said so!”

Philemon: “TRUE fans would know that I’M the master of the Velvet Room.”

Igor: “TRUE fans would know that I’M actually just filling in for my master.”

Belladonna & Nameless: “You may not be able to see us in later titles, but trust us, we’re still here.”

Kandori: “I’m the first main villain of the series, and I’m not the final boss of the main story.”

Tatsuya: “I may or may not be emo.”

Lisa: “I want Tatsuya’s “D”!”

Eikichi: “Don’t tell my dad what I’ve been up to!”

Maya: “I’m everyone’s favorite “Big Sis” reporter! Also, I’m the first female protagonist of the series.”

Jun: “I’m the original Joker!”

Takashi: “I’ve been doing the asshole school staff thing before it was cool.”

Demon Painter: “I’m the only human Velvet Room attendant.”

Motoko: “I’m NOT a Velvet Room Attendant.”

Tatsuya Sudou: “I may or may not be the reaper shadow that appears in later games.”

Fuher: “I’m Hitler. That’s it.”

Nyarlathotep: “I’m anti-Philemon. You know all those shadow selves of everyone that attack people? You’re welcome.”

Minato: “Believe it or not, I’m not emo.”

Minako: “I’m technically canon now thanks to PQ2. Also I’m cheerful and upbeat to the point of being adorable!”

Yukari: “I’m actually the best healer in the series. Also I secretly want Minato’s “D”, though I’ll never say it flat out.”

Junpei: “I’m the only truly laid back character in this series. That’s the joke.”

Akihiko: “Protein everyday!”

Mitsuru: “Screw the rules? I MAKE the rules.”

Fuuka: “I’m kind of like Rutile from Disgaea 3.”

Koromaru: “Woof!” (I make things explode.)

Aigis: “I want to protect Minato and Minako, even though I can’t remember why.”

Ken: “I’m pretty mature for my age.”

Shinjiro: “Just a head’s up. You might not want to get too attached to me.”

Ms. Toriumi: “I’m actually one of the better teachers in this series, and I’m secretly attracted to one of my students.”

Shuji: “My plan is literally the plot of Nocturne.”

Ryoji: “I’m Vigilance from Soul Nomad, except I also flirt from time to time.”

Takaya: “I just wanted to see Fear the Gr- I mean Nyx destroy the world.”

Jin: “If you’re not Takaya, then fuck you.”

Chidori: “I’m kind of like Namine from Kingdom Hearts, but not really.”

Elizabeth: “I’m the dangerously adorable member of the Velvet room! All will fear me, but all will love me as well.”

Theodore: “I think I’m being bullied by my older sisters.”

Yu: “I’m the King.”

Yosuke: “I have terrible luck. That’s the joke.”

Chie: “Brawn over brains!”

Yukiko: “I’m Eriko 2.0, minus the part about wanting Yu’s “D”...maybe...

Teddie: “I’m basically Tink from Disgaea 2. I even started out with his voice. Now I have a prinny voice.”

Rise: “I want Yu’s “D” so bad! Even when he becomes an old man!”

Kanji/Naoto: “We don’t have a thing for each other!” (Audience: “Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight...)

Adachi: “Who wants to talk about murder-”

Ryotaro: “Shut up Adachi!”

Nanako: “I’m the little sister everyone wishes they had!”

Morooka: “This class is too sexy!”

Kashiwagi: “This class isn’t sexy enough!”

Namatame/Kubo: “We’re the culprits...but not really.”

Margaret: “I’m the most matured member of the Velvet Room. Also I miss my sister... deeply.”

Marie: “I hate you...but I love you...but I hate you.”

Izanami: “I’m the first person you meet in town, so I’m the main villain.”

Labrys: “My sisters are dead!”

Rei: “My personality gave birth to the Anti-Shadow Suppression Weapons!”

Zen: “You know how Ryoji’s supposed to be the incarnation of Death? Yeah, about that.”

Akira: “I’m kind of like Killia except more laid back.”

Morgana: “GO TO SLEEP!!!”

Ryuji: “Fuck Kamoshida!”

Ann: “I’m a bit more airheaded than you’d expect...Just a bit though.”

Yusuke: “Screw the money, I have art.”

Makoto: “Just because I’m an honor student, doesn’t mean I’ll hesitate to kick your ass.”

Futaba: “I’m the one person everyone wants to date. Should I be concerned?”

Haru: “Admit it. You want to cuddle me, don’t you?”

Akechi: “My betrayal isn’t as big of a shocker as you would think.”

Sojiro: “I’m a very reasonable guy once you get to know me.”

Kawakami: “I’m like Ms. Toriumi except I spend my time as a maid instead of playing an MMO version of one of the previous games.”

Caroline: “Fuck you.”

Justine: “I secretly dislike you.”

Lavenza: “We’re cool now.”

Igor (?): “If you played Disgaea 1, then you’ll see my true intentions coming a mile away.”

Shido: “I’m Void Dark, minus the sister complex.”

#persona #persona 2 #persona 3 #persona 4 #persona 5

[wandlores]

Vendetta

Pairing: Ginny Weasley x Blaise Zabini Words: 3,797 You can also read this on AO3. This is a Muggle AU for the @slytherdornet and @hprarepairnet Valentine’s Day Challenge!

Blaise was a notorious womanizer. He wasn't ashamed of that fact, but he didn't take pride from it either. Sex was sex, relationships were weakness. That is what his mother had always taught him, anyway. Use people to protect yourself and get what you need and make sure to get out fast. It was second nature to Blaise at this point; it was a way of life. Why should he change it now even though his mother was thousands of miles away? It had been working for him for years.

The truth was, Blaise didn't know any other way, and he was afraid to step away from what he had always known. He was afraid of that vulnerability. He had been humiliated once in his life by someone he thought he could care for, and he wouldn't let it happen again. So when his least favorite holiday came around, he decided to use it to his advantage. There would be lonely girls around that would give him what he wanted - information on the dean's son, who was also a notorious womanizer, and it would give him a few minutes of pleasure. And who knows, he might learn a few new tricks from these women. Blaise knew you learned something from everyone you met.

Campus was overflowing with couples mastering the art of PDA and over-exaggeration of their feelings that probably didn't really exist. He smirked to himself as he watched a girl swoon over her boyfriend giving her a stuffed teddy bear he saw at Wal-Mart for five dollars two days before. If only she knew he got that as a bargain, or maybe she knew and didn't care. She just wanted to feel important like everyone else.

Blaise walked with his hands in his pockets across the campus grounds until he saw her. Her blonde locks were flowing down her back, and she gave him a flirtatious smile that hinted "you will be getting fucked in the near future" while also appearing like she had better things to do. It was truly an art.

As he approached her, she kissed him forcefully on the mouth. He didn't push her away, this was the game he played.

"Now Blaise," she started, "You are taking me out tonight, right?"

He knew it wasn't a request, it was a demand. He would oblige for now, get what he wanted, and leave her the next day. That was his pattern.

"Yes, Daphne," he reassured her, "I will be taking you out tonight. But I have to be in by eight, alright, love?" He kissed her on the cheek then, and he felt the blush against her cheeks. He knew she wanted to protest that he had to be in so early, but he also knew she wouldn't turn down some time with him. That's how it always was for him. The girls would flock after his name and fortune, even if they knew their fate. But there were always the ones that were too naive to see the game he was actually playing.

Daphne was looping her arms around his neck when they were suddenly hit with wet sludge. Daphne squealed and stepped away from him, but Blaise didn't move. He just glared across the campus lawn to see who their attacker was. Snowballs were a very childish tactic, if he said so himself.

It was then he caught side of her. Her blazing red hair was blowing against the winter air, and she was preparing another snowball. He raised his brow, deciding to challenge her. She gave him just what he wanted and chucked the snowball in his direction. This time, he diverted it rather easily.

"If you want to play dirty," he called after her, "You might as well come up close and personal."

Daphne giggled, and he saw the red head glare back at him. He figured she would run off at that point, but instead, she marched towards him in her hideous combat boots that he was pretty sure he saw through the window when he walked by Ross last week. She would be the type to bargain shop.

When she finally approached him, he realized she was smaller than he would have expected. He was almost a foot taller than her. Her light brown eyes were blazing like her hair. If she would be any element, it would be fire. He tried to recognize her face, but her name was not coming to mind. The only reason she could be angry with him though was because he hooked up with her at some point and didn't call her back.

Daphne latched onto Blaise's arm. He wanted to push her away, but he was a gentleman, after-all. You don't do that, even if she is just a casual fuck. He did have more respect than that.

The redhead finally spoke, "I'm not surprised to see you have another gremlin attached to your hip, Zabini."

"And you are?" He asked.

She rolled her eyes, "That doesn't matter. All I know is that you broke my friend's heart for another one of your pets."

It was now Daphne's turn to glare, "I am not his pet, you wretched whor-"

"Stop-" Blaise interrupted her, "She has a right to be angry."

Daphne gave him a shocked expression, but then he kissed her on the cheek watching the redhead's face as he did so. She looked like she was going to blow chunks. He loved her revulsion. It gave him an adrenaline rush.

Daphne leaned into him and he whispered into her ear, "See you later, love. I'm going to take care of this."

Daphne smiled up at him and flung her blonde locks over her shoulder. She gave the redhead one last dirty look and walked away in the snow in her six inch heels. He wondered how she didn't fall in them in this weather. Talent, he figured.

Blaise turned his full attention to the redhead now and crossed his arms. He studied her up and down, and she snapped her finger in his face.

"I'm not here for you to study and oogle at. Yeah, I'm hot, but I'm here for revenge."

He lifted his brow and laughed. He actually laughed. Full belly laughing was not Blaise's thing, but he couldn't stop.

"Stop laughing at me!" She spat, "You are such an asshole."

He stopped laughing long enough to catch his breath, then he seriously asked her, "Now which friend's honor are you defending? I have to say I have seen a lot of woman recently so I can't say that I-"

Before he knew it, the redhead had smacked him across the face. Hard.

He instinctively touched his cheek and felt angry, but he made sure to keep composure. He was like ice, not fire. He wouldn't give into this impulsive bullshit.

"Her name is Millicent Bulstrode," the redhead told him, "My roommate."

"Ah, yes," Blaise pondered, "Millicent. I remember her. Very luscious curves, too eager to be touched."

The redhead turned her hands into fists at her side.

"Stop toying with her," the redhead demanded, "And other woman while we're at it. You know, some people actually have feelings."

"I know I do, my ego is real bruised right now," Blaise joked, "Just like my cheek is going to be in the morning."

The redhead huffed and turned around abruptly. She attempted to walk away from him, but Blaise wasn't finished yet. He had to know her name.

"So what's the name of Millicent's friend defending her honor?" Blaise called after her.

The redhead didn't turn around to acknowledge him. She just kept walking across the courtyard, but she did reach her arm back behind her body and flipped him off.

Blaise grinned.

Blaise zipped up the fly of his pants and reached down for his jacket. Daphne rolled over in her bed wearing her baby pink lingerie and gave him a pouty lip.

"Do you really have to go?" She whined, "I feel like we were just getting started."

"I told you I had to leave by eight," he said, "I'll call you tomorrow."

But he wouldn't. He found out what he needed about Theodore Nott, and he surely got what he needed from her. The dean's son wouldn't know what hit him.

She pouted as he left her bedroom and out of her dorm room and checked his wristwatch. The speed-dating event he was going to started in twenty minutes; he was happy to know he would make it on time. He knew a lot of Theodore's ex-girlfriends would be there. They always were, and it was the perfect opportunity for more information.

As he drove across town, the redhead from the courtyard came to his mind. He had never met someone who vehemently hated him like that. It gave him the same rush he experience earlier, but now it was down to his groin. He pulled himself together as he found a parking spot and adjusted his collar in his rearview mirror. He walked into the great hall where the speed-dating Valentine's event was being held and signed in at the front desk. The receptionist blubbered and smiled at him; he had her wrapped around his finger. She handed him his name-tag and waved to him as he made his way to the banquet hall. She then leaned over to gossip about him excitedly to her receptionist friend. At least he knew if he didn't take home one of the ladies from the event, he could take her home easily. He memorized her name-tag that said Tracey.

All the women at the event were dressed to the nines. They wore tight revealing dresses and heels they could barely walk in. Blaise tried to find the woman he would talk to first so he could pick his first table, and it was then he noticed a familiar redhead across the way.

She was wearing a skin-tight emerald dress with black fishnets. She wore five inch velvet heels and a diamond bracelet around her wrist. It was as though she was a different person. Before his mind even made the decision, his body was walking towards her.

Once she caught sight of him, she rolled her eyes and pursed her red lips. All Blaise could think about was how they would feel against his dick.

"Well, well, well," he joked, "You clean up nicely."

She snorted and took a drink from her flute of champagne. Blaise quickly grabbed one from the waiter passing by. The redhead still didn't say anything, but she tapped her freshly painted nails against her glass as she took a seat. He took the seat across from her.

"This doesn't seem like your kind of event," he commented, "What are you doing here?"

"No questions until the bell rings," she told him, "That's how speed-dating works."

He grinned and she took another sip from her drink. Blaise watched her until the bell rang, then she set down her glass and crossed her legs under the table. He could feel her foot on his calf and tried not to let it distract him.

"What is a rebel like you doing here?" He asked again, "You seem like the type that would personally despise these events and try to revolt against them."

She laughed, "I definitely despise these events, but I have an agenda."

Blaise cocked his brow, "Oh?"

She leaned forward across the table to the point where he could look down her dress. Her cleavage was showing, and he shifted in his seat to control himself.

"What do you know about the dean's son, Theodore Nott?"

Blaise leaned forward so their faces were close together; he felt her calm breath against his lips. She was completely composed and under control. Nothing like she was earlier that day. They both could feel other people's eyes on them, they probably figured they had already met their match and would leave after this round. Blaise was pretty sure they were right.

"Who's asking?"

She smirked and took another sip of her champagne, "The authorities."

Blaise choked on his own spit, and she waited impatiently as he tried to compose himself. Did she know of his plan? Was she a fed?

"Calm down, Zabini," she told him quietly, "I don't care what your original plans were, but I will tell you what your new plans are."

The grin on her face was wicked as she motioned him to lean forward even closer to her. Her lips were against his ear; he felt shivers go down his spine.

"You're going to help me put that son of a bitch behind bars."

The bell rang for the next round, and Blaise leaned back in his chair and away from her blinking rapidly. Was this really happening? She was still leaning forward over the table and smiled seductively at the next guy trying to sit down, but she impulsively grabbed Blaise's hand and silently demanded him to stand up with her.

"Sorry," she told the stranger, "I already found my catch for the night."

She winked at Blaise and maneuvered his arm around her waist. He tried to keep calm and walked out of the banquet hall with her. They were back at the front desk again, and Tracey smiled widely when she caught sight of him, but when she saw the redhead, she pursed her lips and looked annoyed. She wasn't going to get fucked tonight, and she was now well-aware.

"I would like my room-key," the redhead told her, "We have a little bit of business to discuss."

Tracey didn't say anything as she typed away at her keyboard and readied the room key. Blaise didn't dare utter a word. He knew now that this woman was not to be messed with. His powers of persuasion and manipulation could only go so far, and she had him beat.

"Here you go, Miss Weasley," Tracey said as she handed the redhead her room-key, "Room 536."

Miss Weasley smiled, "Thank you, Tracey."

The redhead, who he now knew as Miss Weasley, looped her arm through his and led him to the elevator. They didn't say anything the whole ride up to her room, but as soon as she shut the door behind them, she marched over to her mini fridge and took out a small bottle of vodka and downed it.

Impressed, Blaise sat down on the bed and watched her, still stunned to silence.

Miss Weasley kicked off her heels and started to unzip her dress. Blaise looked away, which was unusual for him. He would usually revel in a moment like that where he hardly had to put in any work.

She chuckled to herself, "Why look away when I know this is what you basically do for survival? Go ahead, take a look."

Blaise looked up at her and admired her black lace lingerie. She would be the type of girl to wear black. She was now shimmying off her fishnets so she was only in her bra and panties. He could feel himself harden, but he tried to push that feeling down. He needed more information first. What did she know about Theodore Nott, and was she really a fed? Blaise didn't work with feds. That was his number one rule. He surely didn't fuck with them, either. Literally and figuratively.

She sat down on the bed across from him and poured herself another drink. Blaise watched her swallow, and he finally decided to speak.

"Are you a fed?" He asked her seriously, "If so, I want nothing to do with the government it is my-"

"Quit, Zabini. Yes, I am a fed, but I figured you'd like my offer," she told him, "You want Theodore Nott gone just as badly as I do. Especially after he framed your mother and locked her away."

Blaise grit his teeth but didn't say anything. He let her continue, "I know you have information about Nott, so why don't you just tell me what you have learned from your little pets? I can then use that information, turn a blind eye to the fact that you were planning to kill him, and we will both be on our way."

Blaise could no longer keep his composure, "I wasn't going to kill him."

"Come on, Zabini, we both know that's a lie. Even if you didn't do it directly, you were going to hire someone. I know how your family works."

"Why do you care that he gets put away for framing my mom? If you know so much about what my family does then-"

"Because I also have a personal vendetta against Nott."

"Which is?"

She got up and grabbed another glass of alcohol and poured it into a cup. He was learning quickly that she had a high alcohol tolerance. Maybe it helped her focus, just like it seemed to help him.

"He killed my brother, Fred Weasley," she said bluntly, "That fucker deserves to rot in hell."

Weasley. That name sounded familiar. He knew it did even when Tracey had said it downstairs.

"You are from the Weasley family," he realized out loud, "You are Ginny-"

"That's right, we are the secret agents that catch assholes like you and lock them away."

"Why not take me then, too?" He asked, "You know what the Zabini's have done."

She smiled, "Because I'm the type of person to know when an ally might be necessary to protect my family. I also know that you are too much of a pussy to ever try something again after knowing I know all your secrets. You will just go back to being a lonely man-whore."

Fuming, Blaise stood up, "I never said I would help you."

"You will if you also don't want to go to prison."

She smiled at him and he took a deep breath. He sat back down, and she sat next to him.

"Good," she said, "Are there anymore questions?"

"Was your anger real earlier today? Do you really know Millicent?"

She was tracing his jaw with her finger and leaning in to kiss his neck. He took in a sharp breath. He learned quickly that he was about to quickly receive his payment.

"Yes," she told him, "That was genuine anger, but it was also a way to size you up. Really see if you are as good as you think you are. Which I'm sorry to say, you're not."

She then moved her hands down and unzipped his fly. Her hands were soon in his pants and he leaned his head back, trying to stifle a moan.

"You-you are very different than you appeared earlier today," he told her with a shaky breath, "I thought you were all about honor."

"Even honorable people can be resourceful," she told him. She then leaned her head down so her lips were close to his groin. Before she wrapped her mouth around him, she added, "And you should know that people have many different sides. You're one of those people."

He was about to respond, but he wasn't able to. He was so overcome by pleasure that he thought he would explode.

After his payment, he was sad to watch her put on the same hideous outfit she had on earlier when she chucked a snowball at his face, but he knew now what was underneath those clothes. He would never look at her the same. Especially now that he knew what her mouth felt like wrapped around his dick.

"Now I figure I should tell you how I know Millicent?"

Blaise nodded as he buttoned up his shirt.

"She has been my friend since childhood. She has let me stay in her dorm room while I investigate Nott. When I heard your name, I was overcome with a feeling of disgust and a need for vengeance. I also knew you would be useful to me since I had heard from Millicent that you kept asking her questions about Nott. You really shouldn't assume that every girl has fucked him. A girl like Millicent really does just want love, and she is not a toy."

Blaise swallowed, "I see."

"So tell me now," she said, "Tell me what you know about Nott."

So he told her. He told her everything. He knew it was his only way not to end up in prison like his mother, and he knew it was the only way he might be able to feel her lips on his once again. Or so he hoped. For once, he didn't want a one fuck and be done with it type of night.

"Thanks for the information, Zabini," she told him, "You may go now."

"That-that's it?" He asked, "That's all?"

"I thought you already received payment in full?" She motioned her head toward the lipstick stain on his collar and the missing buttons on the bottom of his shirt.

Blaise sighed, "Yes, that is all, Miss Weasley. Thank you for your generous payment."

She smiled, "Anytime."

The next day, it was all over the news. Theodore Nott and his father were arrested for their crimes. Blaise took a swig from his whiskey and set the glass down. He had skipped class that day, too amped up from the night before. He was relieved he didn't have to go through with killing Nott. The Weasley girl was right, he really didn't have it in him. He was a pussy, but he knew how to survive.

He was about to pour himself another glass of whiskey when he heard a knock at his door. He got up from his loveseat and opened it quietly. He hated having visitors at the dorm, and always feared that one of his ex-flings would find out which one it was. To his surprise, none of them had yet, until now.

It was the Weasley girl. She was wearing a jean jacket and black jeans with those hideous combat boots, and she wore dark eyeliner to match the ensemble. She didn't say anything, but she pushed him inside his dorm and slammed his door shut with her foot. Before he knew it, her lips were on his. It all happened so fast, he wasn't sure he could process what was going on.

She pulled away from him breathlessly, "Thank you for the information on Nott, my vendetta is now over." She went to kiss him again, but he stopped her. She lifted her brow and he grinned.

"I thought I already received my payment?"

She smirked, "You did, but now I'm just here for a little fun."

It was this experience that taught Blaise that there were people out there just as good as he was, if not better.

#hprarepairnet #slytherdornet #rarepotterpairs #hpshipsnet #mywriting #hp #blaise x ginny #ginny x blaise #blinny #blaise zabini #blaise #ginny weasley #ginny #ff-sunset-oasis #provocative-envy #amaliabones #userdaisy #usernuwanda #userriya #userkale #user: sage #userhan #userhazel #useraustens

[hphorrorfest]

HP Horror Fest: REVEALS

Hello, everyone! We are pleased to announce the reveals for the 2018 Horror Fest. A HUGE thank you to everyone who participated this year, from the very beginning with prompters who left amazing inspiration for the creators, to the writers and artists, to our lovely readers and commenters. This has been so much fun for us mods and we have been blown away by the talent and creativity this fest has yielded. 

If you would like to see some fun stats on this year's fest, otherwise known as The DMLE Case Files, we will be posting those in a couple of days time.

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@writcraft & @heyitsamorette

When Death Comes (Harry/Draco | R | 4,600) by @kedavranox

There is little you can do to live when Death wants you all for his own…

Sirius' Nightmare (Sirius | G | ART) by @yumenouveau

In the Dark, Deep Woods (AU Genfic | T | 3,600) by @hiddenhibernian

Werewolves are howling outside the camp, and there is a stranger at the fire. Harry Potter died fourteen long years ago, but the Order is still fighting.

A Wand, Made of Bone (Draco/Hermione | M | 3,200) by @mykesprit

Break into the temple and collect the wand; that is their objective. For artifact hunters Draco and Hermione, the assignment quickly turns deadly as they face dark magic that has lain dormant for thousands of years.

House of Horrors (Next-Gen Genfic | M | 3,600) by LRThunder (AO3)

Despite being warned not to go, Scorpius persuades Albus and Rose to investigate a mysterious house with him. Soon, he realizes he had listened to his father and grandfather.

Sacrifices (Mandy Brocklehurst/Pansy Parkinson | T | 2,700) by Celinarose (AO3)

Wizards all over Britain start disappearing after the war, and no one can figure out why. Until Mandy finds out, the hard way.

The Murders at Hogwarts (Various Pairings | E | 4,750) by @zivandre

There's a killer on the loose at Hogwarts. Each time a body is found, they are no closer towards finding the killer, and honestly, Dumbledore's not that worried. The School Governors try to shut down the school, but Dumbledore won't have it. What happens when a Jack-The-Ripper-esque killer is on the loose and has no mercy or limits? Please, read the tags - this is seriously dark and demented, and I don't want anyone to sign up for something that they aren't prepared for or want to read.

Dress You Up (In My Love) (Harry/Draco | M | 2,150) by @nerdherderette

Draco had always been known for his beauty.

Found (Hermione Genfic | E | 9,700) by @misdemeanor1331

While flying back home from a friend’s baby shower, Hermione Granger gets caught in a fierce autumn storm and is forced to land in the middle of a forest. Eight months pregnant and desperate for shelter, she eventually finds refuge in the isolated cabin of Theodore Nott. She thinks she’s safe, but soon realizes that quiet, unassuming Theo is more dangerous to her life - and the life of her unborn child - than any storm.

Against the dying of the light (Harry/Draco | E | 17,380) by @bangyababy

The Rage is a rare dark creature that feeds off of its victims deepest fears. When Harry discovers one is attached to Draco Malfoy, he refuses to leave his side until they can defeat it, even if that means facing the Rage himself.

One By One (Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy | E | 9,724) by Dramioneinlove (AO3)

An unlikely group of witches and wizards come to be trapped in an abandoned mansion after a Portkey accident. But is said accident that unfortunate? Probably not in the eyes of the person who's killing them off one by one...

Down in the Ground (Harry Genfic | M | 7,950) by Coriaria (AO3)

“I’m not the only dead man in here, Harry. In fact, there’s so many of us, this place should be called a cemetery. Once you are here, generally your family doesn’t discuss you any more. No wizard wants to admit they have a relative who is insane. Easier to say we are dead.”

Count to Ten (Draco/Hermione | M | 4,000) by Carapace (LJ)

Sometimes life is all about timing.

The Apple Tree (Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter | E | 8,922) by @foularcadebanana

Harry’s breath caught in his throat as his wand automatically lit up. “Lumos,” a familiar female voice lightly whispered in his ear and then giggled, making Harry shut his eyes tightly. It was a dream, it was just a dream. It wasn’t real, it couldn’t be. He was just having a nightmare, just imagining things that were happening inside his own head. “Of course it’s happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean it’s not real?”

Distortion (Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy | M | 8,937) by DorthyAnn (AO3)

Harry wakes in darkness. A darkness that goes on and on without end. He can't see or feel, he doesn't- know what's happened. All he can do is hold on, using his memories and pure determination.

Dysphoria by @Writcraft (Teddy Lupin | T | ART + POEM)

“Who is it that can tell me who I am?” (King Lear, Act 1: Scene 4)

Green (Harry Potter/Severus Snape | M | 17,373) by Antuhsa (AO3)

In St Mungo's, caught between the war and his trial, Snape has no idea how to proceed. Leave it to Potter to barge in and disrupt his musings. However, Potter's unusual demand may end up helping them both.

Flicker (Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter | E | 11,009) @drarrymylove

Harry has an argument with Draco but places a very high regard on his privacy. Instead of making a scene, thus feeding the vultures of the media, he stays calm and sits down for a drink in a bar. Harry never makes it home that night. He quickly loses control of the situation. With no access to his magic, he is left in the hands of a man he just met.

A Cold, Dark Room (Bellatrix Lestrange, Luna Lovegood | E | 1,142) by beaute_ephemere (AO3)

He comes to her every night when she's in the dungeon. She knows what he wants, but is powerless to resist.

Bubble-gum (Bellatrix Black Lestrange/Alice Longbottom | E | 4,473) by OTPshipper98 (AO3)

“You think you’re being funny, don’t you?” Bellatrix said. “Think I’m just going to Crucio you to death as I did with that piece of shit and end your suffering?" For a moment, it seemed as though the witch was going to bite Alice's throat off, but her expression suddenly softened into a wry smile and her eyebrows rose. “Ah, but you couldn’t be more wrong.”

Poetic Justice (Draco/Harry | E | 10,054) by @heyitsamorette

Someone is finding elaborate, poetic ways to murder people who went unpunished for their crimes in the second Voldemort war.

Some Sort of Monster (Fenrir Greyback/Nymphadora Tonks | E | 6,458) by @wl-erkling

One time— one time was enough to give Tonks the need for something Remus wasn’t willing to offer. How far will she go to lose herself, to find that intensity again?

Don't Ruin a Perfect Thing (Draco/Harry | M | 9,039) by @thepansypxrky

After the battle, everything seemed fine. Until Harry woke up one morning to find his scar a blooded mess upon his forehead, and growing with each day. This is what happens when a horcrux splinters inside of you. This is what happens when you want something so badly that everything becomes simple.

Skin Jar (Petunia, Lily, Severus | T | 7,931) by BirdieMing (AO3)

Who are we all, really? It’s superficial. Of course it is. No one’s going to crack their chest wide open at the lightest request, and if you do, then you’re an anomaly, something to be eradicated with clutched pearls and exchanged looks. High society never did favor the boldly bright. They preferred their men poised with power; their ladies beautiful and haughtily docile. It’s the unattainable lifestyle, one that you were either born or married into. It’s all what Petunia Evans of dirty, industrial Cokeworth ever wanted.

#hp horror fest 2018 #2018 reveals #2018 masterlist

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beep beep hey y’all ,, ur local gremlin ‘n dumpster dweller here but u can call me kay !! don’t mind the trash like state of my blog atm i just have attachment issues from old threads when i was previously in this lovely group. but yes !! feel free to yell at me in my it’s if u wanna plot or just *youtuber vc* smash that like button and i’ll slide on over for plots !!

( tom holland / twenty-one / he&him ) is that ( theodore caldwell ) ordering a ( white chocolate mocha ) at mocha? i heard they’re a ( paralegal ) who’s known as the ( polymath ) around here. however, they say ( theo ) is very ( pragmatic ), but ( headstrong ). well, better get their drink before it gets cold!

okie so first things first ,,ya boy’s full name is theodore dashiell caldwell but prefers the nickname of theo to those close to him bc it’s simpler and doesn’t like how proper it sounds ,,given in the public sphere he’s known by his full name but only those who get the Seal of Approval get to call him teddy,,, he was born in brooklyn, new york to virginia caldwell ( the current united states ambassador to the united nations and ex-chief executive officer of greenpeace ) and quentin caldwell ( current new york senator and democratic whip minority leader in congress )

while v democratic and liberal in beliefs, theo was always v uncertain about following a path that strayed away from what his parents expected of him since both are v established in the political world so theo always felt like he had to put forth this perfect appearance of himself so he was worthy to be boasted about by his parents to colleagues and political opponents alike with his academics, accomplishments, etc.

due to him being brought up in the public eye as his parents built their respective careers ( lowkey trash in viewing his parents as frank and claire underwood but with more chill rip ), theo didn’t have many friends so partly as a way to give him a hobby to pursue outside of school and to meet new friends, his parents signed up a 5 year old theo for language lessons and a soccer lessons ,,,u know ,, lil kid things ,,, so it’s here that begins theo’s love for languages bc he’s a nerd and a bit of a polyglot but as of now he’s fluent in italian, spanish, french, german, russian and latin ,, ur boy is currently learning arabic and mandarin

being raised by his parents meant that theo was brought up with the caldwell ambition and hard work ethic, believing in order to succeed you must work hard for what you want and that change can only be made in the world if you fight enough for it. this transferred over to theo’s academic standing who worked to keep up his 4.0 gpa


for real though,,,theo was the kid in all ap classes and managed to seem effortlessly cool but also was a giant ass nerd ?? ask him about harry potter, star wars or marvel ( bring up dc to him and he will rant off on why marvel is better ) and he’ll sure as hell have a vocal opinion ( don’t get him started on hp,,,snape was a bully and can choke,,,while draco is his fave that he’ll defend forever )


on top of him being a raging nerd, he was also a big activist while in high school and was that kid handing out flyers for an upcoming protest to the school board demanding for healthier school lunches and fair prices for such since the unhealthy options were much cheaper, and standing on cafeteria tables for change in school policies


at the time he was a smol in the local private catholic school so he often got beat up from the sports teams ( i’m just a lil emo picturing tom is the school uniform and internally crying nbd ) for protesting school fundings being unfairly distributed, more often than not benefiting the sports teams rather than the drama department, the art department or even better academic resources


im gettin emo thinkin of lil theo and lil tom wearing uniform blazers and being a lil politician in the making  r…ip me,,but yes so he graduates valedictorian and accepted into princeton as a politics major of which theo had to nearly threaten his dad not to donate money for a new library to sway his acceptance

it’s during theo’s time at princeton that he truly begins to find himself and grows more confident ??? gone are the days of string bean theo and bada bing bada boom enter tom’s spider-man physique bc theo starts taking more care of himself and just v self assured in his place in the world and just wanting to help people and make a change ?? for now he just wants to make a difference as a lawyer and maybe work for the state and maybe down the line turn political ,, but he’s debating whether to go aim toward corporate, constitutional law, or international humanitarian law

since the past few years in college have been super !!! especially throwing in helping out his parents with appearances, stress of keeping up his grades, and generally running off of caffeine and the determination of elle woods ,, theo is taking a year or so off to steady himself but he got an internship position at baker & mckenzie law firm here in chicago as a paralegal to get some experience in the field before going off to harvard law ,, plus his dad has connections that may have tilted the scale in theo’s favor for the job but theo is a bit ,, naive in his optimism 

overall though theo is the least bit pretentious person and is a p chill dude,,,understands his privilege and knows that not everyone is born into money like his family is,.,, loves helping people and just wants the world to be a better place ??? v openly liberal in terms of political beliefs and 10/10 would fight donald trump and jeff sessions in a heartbeat do it for the vine


likes to think he’s kinda cool but don’t let him fool u he is a Nerd ,,,will probably rant off to u about harry potter and why draco malfoy is not only the best character but why he and the slytherin house are done dirty and snape can choke ,..also list an abundance of reasons as to why he will defend tony stark until the end of his days ,,,also probably has a collection of iron man comics and harry potter wands bye

his sense of humor is the worst i swear legit it’s all pop culture references with a mixture of shitty puns and jokes beware ,, he’s extremely level headed though and knows how to make good decisions, pragmatic as shit but can often lead to him being very over-analytical and dwelling on things too much

v charismatic and loves talking to people,,,and this isn’t a personality trait,,,well maybe considering he’s fashionable as shit and loves cardigans and button down shirts and chelsea boots,,,but also loves to be casual in joggers and a light shirt,,,but his fave designers are paul smith, ted baker and givenchy
 bc i hate him

#mochahq: intro #did i copy n paste from my old one ... yes #don't @ me #but ily all

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Draik, ogrin, gnorbu, shoyru, Ruki, uni, lutari, eyrie!

holy shit that’s a lot ok let’s get to WORK !! under a cut bc this is super long and also contains some sensitive content 

Draik: What’s your most prized possession?

i guess i kinda think about this as, ‘what would hurt me the most if i lost it?’ the first thing i think of is a stuffed bear that i’ve had since i was very little. his name is theodore (and i didn’t realize the irony when i named him that i basically named my teddy bear, ‘teddy’) anyway he’s just super sentimental and he still hangs out on my bed lmao you’re never too old for your stuffed animals 

outside of this, i think it’d kill me if i lost the writing/brainstorming i’ve done for the book i’m writing (trying to, anyway.) i actually wrote the very first draft of the book when i was 13 and my (now ex-) friend threw the only copy of it i had away :^) i still mourn it sometimes, even if it was a really shitty story back then hahaha

Ogrin: Tell us 3 things you’re really proud of about yourself.

ok this is actually gonna be p hard haha

1. i’m a pretty good writer. this is like one thing i actually have confidence in. i don’t want to be arrogant or anything about it, but i’ve been writing since i was little and it’s something i really love to do - which is why i’ve gone back to school to study it more and see how i can always be improving :) 2. i’m back in school!! holy shit it’s hard to go back to school. high school and college have been an uphill fuckin battle for me but i’m almost done with my bachelor’s (ok, a year left!!) and i honestly can’t believe it haha but i’m working hard to just get it DONE 3. i’m not dead. lmao ok this’ll be a little more personal. i’ve struggled with chronic depression since i was in junior high. in my freshman year in high school, my dad was killed by a drunk driver. our extended family basically abandoned us. my mom got into a relationship with an abusive man. i barely graduated high school, honestly it’s a miracle i did. i still suffer from ptsd. i was borderline suicidal for a very long time, and it resurfaces here and there. but, i’m still here. 

Gnorbu: Do you prefer winter clothes or summer clothes?

definitely winter. it doesn’t get AS cold here in southern Cali but there’s nothing better than being able to put on a pair of thick leggings and a big oversized sweater

Shoyru: What was your first neopet?

my first neopet was a zafara, actually! this was back when i was like 11 though, so i named her something like zafari7834934. i really wish i still had my first account, but it was purged way back when 

Ruki: Are you a productive person or a procrastinator?

mm, i’d say i’m kinda both? usually at the beginning of a semester i’m really proactive and get lots of stuff done early on, but usually i tend to burn out halfway through and end up procrastinating really badly haha. in fact i left like 200 pages of reading and a paper to write til the last day… they’re due today…. oops

Uni: Do you believe in magic?

to an extent? i can get behind the spirituality aspect of magic, like i’m very interested in stuff like Wicca/witchcraft, that attachment to and commune with nature and drawing energy from the natural world 

Lutari: What’s your dream vacation?

a long trip through scotland or japan. there are tons of other places as well but these are my top two haha.  i’d love to be able to take a few weeks, travel through the countries, maybe have a tour guide esque person to help out but i hate being on big crowded tours - that’s how my trip to china had been but we’d been able to go to really rural non-touristy places and i’d REALLY loved that

Eyrie: What is your favorite mythological creature?

omg i love this question!! my favorite mythological creature is the chimera, specifically the version that has a head and body of a lion, a second head of a goat, and a tail of a snake. i actually have an OC in the book that i’m working on who is a chimera in disguise as a giant lady ;^) 

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