❄️ HLMC December ❄️
Day Sixteen: Moodboard! Show your MC at the Yule Ball!
Julianna: “I had never felt pretty in my life, but that day — I felt like a princess.”
A princess she was indeed.
Julianna was nervous to walk down the staircase she usually strode down everyday, as she scanned the large crowd to find her date. Thankfully, fiery red hair was easy to find among a sea of brown and blonde hair despite the colorful dresses and suits.
Her dress shimmered like it held its own galaxy that had yet to be discovered, her hair graced down her shoulders and back to hide the goosebumps and slight blush she had when Garreth’s eyes finally met hers. She couldn’t help but smile at how handsome he looked, compared to the normal attire of his student uniform covered in whatever creation he attempted that day.
Garreth could only smile in awe. He had never seen Julianna in any kind of dress, since she asked a special favor from his aunt to wear men’s trousers instead for her to feel comfortable. While other men and women gaped at her, Garreth rushed to her side, lifted her like she weighed nothing, and spun her around in the air before fixing her curls to show off her collarbone. He never took his hands off her the entire ball, and he couldn’t wait to wear that lipstick tonight.
He had been right, she truly was stunning in red.
A/N: In Chapter Three of Invictus, this is the exact outfit she wore for the Yule Ball their seventh year. It was garden themed in the story, but she would wear this regardless of the theme.
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Alright victims look. Dig out your ears and hear me out on this one.
V-tuber MC.
Look, the bills have to be paid in some way, right? A time-flexible job would be ideal, no? And if there an added layer of anonymity added to the job, won’t it be a perfect side-hustle?
Imagine streaming every week after classes, playing games or perhaps showcasing a certain talent of yours? Singing, drawing, dancing … whatever you’ve got. The list just goes on. Maybe you just sit down with your viewers, and have a light-hearted chat.
Talking about your friends and experiences seems to be well-welcomed, on your streams. Well, some of your experiences in Night Raven College are just… ridiculous. Having to run after a chaotic bunch of friends is exhausting, so at least those wacky experiences turn into good stories for the internet.
Everything is kept anonymous, of course. People get nicknames to cover their identities, and people think all of these tales come from you playing as the character they portray.
Now imagine Idia just stumbling across your streaming account. Perhaps he was bored, one day after class… and lo and behold, you were streaming right after class as well. Streaming some… story based game.
At first he joined just to have some background noise while he gamed. Idia told himself he’ll just lurk, maybe judge your gameplay for a bit. Yet he found himself clinging on to your every word, focusing more on your laughter then the controls of the console in his hand.
He ended up losing every match he played that day, but your follower count steadily went up by one.
Idia soon found himself tuning in more and more, looking forward to the days you were free to stream. They miraculously mirrored his quite closely, what a wonderful coincidence! He was still very much a lurker, but occasionally his trembling fingers will type out a word of encouragement or two, in the chat.
He likes the way you say his username, the way you read out every letter he typed. You remember him, oddly enough. Aways perking up whenever his username flashes across the screen, grinning away like an idiot.
Idia can’t say he doesn’t like it, though.
He keeps a keychain of you on his bag. A subtle design, never your model outright. Maybe it’s a small plushie of your fan mascot, or the logo of your avatar. Either way, he takes it with him everywhere, thumb stroking it whenever Idia’s thoughts wander.
Wonder what happens when one day, he stumbles across you in the hallway. Bags stuck together because your keychains tangled, and he saw you had the exact same one? The moment you open your mouth, apologising profusely… Idia knows. You’re the streamer he’s been faithfully watching ever since that day.
Oh no, he’ll never dox you outright. Idia knows all too well how badly parasocial relationships tend to go, and he would never want to scare you off. Somehow, one way or another, you end up sharing a class with Idia.
Now, he was fully planning to hide in the corner throughout the lesson… but you sat in front of him. Slipping your phone out of your pocket, before booting up… a game. He’ll never normally make the first move, but the moment he saw his favourite game pop up on your screen, a hesitant sentence slipped right off his tongue.
“I play that game too.”
Beaming at him, you spin around. Clutching your phone in your hands, excited to find another game enjoyer in the same class. You asked some friendly questions about what character he played, how far along the quests was he, and other gameplay related questions.
Idia had fun, discussing the game with you. Talking all the way until the teacher walked in and gave both of you a nasty glare. You slid right back around, but not before scribbling something quick onto Idia’s palm.
You wink at him, before folding up his fingers into a fist. Once your back was turned, Idia couldn’t help unclenching it to take a peek.
Your friend ID code, scribbled out in your favourite colour on his hand. Ending with a cute little heart. Great Seven, you were adorable.
Guess he’ll have to actually be serious about this game, for once.
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Prompt 129
Danny, now an adult, has just moved to the city of Gotham. Actually he’s been an adult for a while, but every once in a while he has to end his life, at least legally, lest someone get suspicious. Usually whenever Dan or Ellie does an oopsie and pulls a firebird with being reborn through their core.
So legally, one Danyal Nightingale, has just moved to Gotham to open a bakery (Thank you for the wonderful recipes and bonding Clockwork) while taking care of his practically newborn son Jordan. Of course Elnath- Ellie- had to pull a core retreat too, which is just his luck.
It wouldn’t be a problem, but he’s trying to not be so broody. A ghost- even a half-ghost- carrying another core though, has instincts turned up to like, eleven. Which again, wouldn’t be much of a problem if not for someone falling into his dumpster late at night bleeding. A vigilante, which he’s sworn to stay away from that life years ago. And it’s not a lethal wound…
But his instincts are screaming to not let the person bleed all around his nest, and he knows from experience that it would continue to bother him. Which is how he ends up with Batman on his couch to Dan’s glee if the ghost chirps are to go by.
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When you’re researching Joel Miller and find this:
And then think about this:
And this and this:
And think about how the best thing about this man is the multitudes he contains: every version of him is wholly different, and yet also him.
Pre-Outbreak with Sarah at soccer, immediate post Outbreak despair, brutal Outbreak survival for years, the emotional transition post Ellie, Jackson Joel.
The best part about fanfiction is that we get to explore every single facet of these phases of his life, extrapolating them further to additional situations and I am so fucking HAPPY that you all do this.
I am here for and support EVERY version of this man you create — dark Joel, fluffy Joel, filthy Joel, soft Joel, etc — and on this fine Monday, am so very thankful for all of you and your glorious brains.
Thank you for exploring and creating and sharing! ❤️
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