#now that i think of it this would be an incredibly cool good omens AU | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

wallpaper-inside-my-heart · 4 months

Text

💛Smoshblr December Asks Final Day💙

IMPORTANT NOTES (that I forgot to include in todays ask):

If you aren't done with answering all your questions yet, but want to; then don't feel any pressure to do this today 🤗 Just bc it says december on the tin, doesn't mean I will appreciate getting your answer any less, if it's in late january or smth 🫶

also: I promise I will get around to looking at & interacting with everyone's responses! I promise I did not forget about you, I have just been/still am incredibly busy irl 🙈

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Alright, buckle in folks, this is a long one 😅✨

(Split into three parts like the other asks; No pressure to any of you to do the same tho, I just really like this format and it suited my thoughts/organizing needs)

My favourite smosh related memories of 2023 (chronologically):

Tldr:

1.) Joining the smoshblr community 💚

2.) Spommy nation 💜

3.) Smoshblr December Asks 💛💙

now for anyone who is interested in me rambling way too much:

Joining the Smoshblr community 💚

I got into smosh at the start of this year bc of the Reddit stories videos (I watched a couple smosh vids over the years before, but never consistently followed their releases). They became smth I looked forward to every week and lead me to check out more smosh videos in general! I also remember checking the tumblr tag for smosh back then and being a little disappointed, that the fandom was fairly inactive, barring a few exceptions <3

And then the reunion happened and it took me like 3 whole days or so to actually realizewhat went down 🙈. Bc I saw the thumbnails for the interview and the 2t1l vids and was just like “Aww, it’s so nice that they are friends again and doing a collab! 😊 (I’ll watch these later tho…)” Little did I know that finally watching them would turn my year around in a way that I could have never seen coming!

Suddenly the Smoshblr community exploded with activity and so so many lovely ppl joined and started sharing their thoughts and feelings about the reunion. And while I wasn’t an OG fan by any stretch, it really felt like there was magic in the air/ on this platform! 😹💕

I’ve been into fandom for more than half of my life by now. But I’ve never really gotten “personally” involved in any active communities. Just someone hovering on the sidelines and simply liking & reblogging stuff from time to time.

But with this community smth just started to click for me and made me to get “more out of my shell” or whatever idioms might apply here. And this allowed me to meet so many awesome people!! 💖 Special shoutout to @wiggog-y-hecox 💜, who was literally my first friend in this community! I still so fondly remember our talks about your cool smosh AU concepts! 🤗💙 And also to @swiftllama 🩵 for discussing so many taylor swift lyrics and ianthony with me (+occasionally good omens too 😹💕) And also @japhan2023! 💚 I know we’ve been chatting on and off since the beginning, but I am also so so happy that this month in particular allowed us to grow even closer!

2. Spommy nation 💜

So we’re moving into the middle/end of summer now on the timeline for this one. I was in the middle of writing my bachelor thesis and really going through it mentally bc of that. Getting deeper and deeper into the Smoshblr community also lead me to check out more smosh fanfics in general. Which is how I discovered the fic the right side of my neck (still smells like you) - jovenshires (imdeansgirl) - Smosh [Archive of Our Own] by our beloved @jovenshires 🩷.

Now I’ve told Katie <3 this story before so I’ll keep it brief here; but basically smth about this fic was incredibly comforting to my overworked brain. And I’ve reread it more times that I’ve ever read a fanfic in my life before that. And I truly think it has forever changed my brain chemistry, and also made me very attached to this ship (aside from the fact, that spommy is genuinely such an amazingly adorable ship with incredible amounts of potential, like!! I don’t wanna downplay that bc of the chemical reactions in my brain around that time 🙈) Some more stuff happened which eventually lead me to become friends with Katie, who is truly one of the ppl I treasure the most in the world at this point 💖

But I also wanted to mention Spommy nation as a whole, bc this subsection of the fandom is filled with so many kind, creative and just generally amazing people!And I also just love all of us freaking out whenever we get new crumbs for this ship lmao 😹💕

Special shoutouts to @soupy-girl 💛, Kit! @hoohoobeanie 🖤, Mer!!! @tommybowefuneralattendee 💜, @ancientvamp 🤍 & Snel @blondeforyou 💙 for being some of spommy’s nations strongest soldiers 🫡 and also absolutely lovely and incredible people in general, who I adore so so much🫶🥰

3. Smoshblr December asks 💛💙

I doubt anyone didn’t see this coming 🙈😹

So, I had been meaning to do smth inspired by the “Shayne guesses” series for a while now (also the fact that the official smosh compilation of those vids dropped this week, near the end of this challenge, is so funny to me for some reason). But I never quite figured out how to do it, since I knew guessing for eachother would be difficult. And if I just started randomly messaging all the blogs I’ve followed with an onslaught of these questions, it might get a bit weird or overwhelming 😅…

⚠️slight too personal ramblings ahead, that I don’t wanna force on anyone without warning⚠️

And then, towards the end of November, I gotta be honest, I was really not doing well, especially mentally. (First masters semester and I was still sorta dealing with the damage I caused to my brain while writing the thesis and barely getting two weeks between defending it and starting the new semester to truly recover from it all) And I knew december would get worse, bc I still hadn’t finished all the Christmas presents for my family, assignments were piling up & I kept on catching way too little sleep.

So all of these stressful thoughts made me think “You know, a lot of other ppl are probably struggling with similar stuff rn, especially during these dark & cold times of the year. So why not try to do smth that might bring some joy or fun into other ppl’s lives?” And that’s how I literally typed up that initial post, two days before December started without having planned it for more than a literal day or so 🙈😹 (I did already have a long list of questions, bc I started doing the top 3 stuff in my friendgroup, but rearranging everything to fit the sorta 3-day cycle I wanted to do, still happened up until last week lmao; tho I always knew that this would be the last question <3)

(end of rambling ⚠️)

And I was genuinely, positively overwhelmed by how many people wanted to join in for this silly little game!🥹 I love and appreciate all of you, whether you stuck around for the whole month, might still be catching up on some of the questions (which, no worries, I know there were a lot 🤗) or just answered a few of them! 🤗💖 And as I am currently fighting the urge to tag every single person who participated in this activity, I cannot help myself but atthe very least tag the ppl that I feel like I have grown closest to/gotten to know a hell of a lot better, over the course of this month (some of which I may have known/followed for a while now, but some I also got to know mainly bc of them joining in on this journey with me in the first place: @ceilidhasworld ❤️, @fantasticduckchaos 🩶, @notthatalex 🖤, @natashasbitxh 🧡, @shaynetopps 💜, @only-frann 💛, @smoshmonker 💚, @smoshidiot 🩷, @craintheodora 🩵, and so so many more of you guys! I just don’t want this entire post to become a taglist or send this to too many ppls notifications 🙈🫶

Note:

I know that I am super behind on interacting with everyone's responses! 🙈 And I promise that I will get to each of them eventually! 🤗 I am just super busy with assignments and exam prep atm. And also get very easily overwhelmed by talking a lot to people, even if it's just online 😅 (I love and appreciate ppl reaching out, asking questions or otherwise trying to have a conversation with me tho! It might just take me a good while to respond in some cases, which I promise has nothing to do with how much I value any of you 🥹🫶💞)

PS: The month might be over, but I do have something special planned in honor of this event and everyone participating in it 👀🫶

💚 Smoshblr December Wrapped 💚

#smoshblr december asks #I'm neither a super emotional or sentimental person irl #or at least not great at getting these thoughts & feelings across in a way that doesn't sound too clinical at times 🙈#so I hope y'all know how much I appreciate every single one of you wonderful ppl in this community 🫶

30 notes · View notes

inbarfink · 3 months

Text

Okay so back when Good Omens S1 came out I was considering a whole bunch of Concepts for the Wrightworth Good Omens AU and I already joked a bunch of times about how Damon Gant has Archangel Gabriel Energy

And I was also thinking about how Dahlia Hawthorne would make a good Beelzebub as like a cool Fucked-Up Butterfly Demon

And NOW….

I mean, I guess I still kinda stand by that, I think these ‘casting’ still make sense… but also NOW I have to face the Incredibly Cursed Crackship Concept I had accidently created.

9 notes · View notes

badmemoryneko · 3 years

Text

oh,to be a 1940s high school nerd boy who’s in love with the leader of the bad boys with motocycles,and one chilly day he notices im shivering from the cold and gives me his leather jacket,making class time a fun yet confusing time when my bullies recognize what im wearing and don’t know what to do with themselves.

#mlm #gay yearning #gay fantasy #1940s #1940s queer #queer #lgbt #lgbtq #LGBTQA #lgbtqai #LGBTQA+#imaginary scenarios #not drawing related #taking a break of reblogging serious stuff #now that i think of it this would be an incredibly cool good omens AU #or just a story in general #watch me do another comic plot that i wont draw

88 notes · View notes

soysaucecas · 2 years

Note

MEGSTIEL (this is just to give you an excuse to talk about megstiel)

THANK YOUUU

i think ppl who hate this ship bc of meg’s actions in s1/2 are incredibly valid but other than that well.

[ID: an edited 5-star google review that reads, “Do not believe any ratings that is less than 5. Its a ship with the most pleasant interactions. What’s the last star you’re holding off. Is it the scenes were too sexy, too fresh, the chemistry was spread too generously. Stop being jerks.” /end ID]

there is so very much to say about them but i’m gonna just make a bullet point list of my main thoughts right now

- the way cas’s rebellion from god and his father parallels the way meg is constantly looking for gods and fathers (through azazel, through lucifer) and then chooses tfw as well is sooo good and i wish they got to talk more about that

- this fanart always makes me scream and cry and perish. any post about them being girlbestfriends in s7 makes me scream and cry and perish. this is a time when cas feels soo lost and guilty and meg feels so directionless and they find meaning in each other! she’s a demon who kills other demons and an angel to save HER angel and it all happens in ONE episode! oh my god!

- the scene that initially got me into megstiel was seeing the gifset of him wrapping her wrist in 8.17 and the thing is. physical touch is so lacking in spn and cas very rarely gets to give physical comfort and meg very rarely receives it and also. cas has healing powers he could literally just zap her wrist back but instead he chooses to painstakingly wrap it in bandages while flirting with her about festering wounds like. oh my fucking god. and then there’s ALSO the chance that cas CAN’T heal her bc his grace would somehow Interact with meg’s demonhood which is also SUCHHH a sexy concept and couples so well with meg’s “i feel so... clean” after their makeout session in 6.10. the idea that something in their natures is fundamentally oppositional and yet they are making it work...

- on a similar note the fact that when cas sees her (as evidenced by his reaction as emmanuel in 7.17) he doesn’t see rachel miner (*twirls hair* *giggles*) but her true demon face? like i loveee meg but i am not going to try to say that rachel miner ISN’T a huge part of that so the fact that that isn’t even a Factor for cas speaks more to the strength of their connection. also i love the idea that meg can see hints of CAS’s trueform or even that looking at cas hurts her eyes like looking into the sun and yet SHE KEEPS DOING IT. sorry for getting obsessed with good omens a few years ago and subsequently being obsessed with demon/angel relationships forever. as if it’s my fault

- they’re literally nice to each other idk how to stress that more. they’re NICE to each other and she DIED FOR HIM

- i just think meg’s moral code of picking a cause and devoting herself to it is sooo... i LOVE the idea of characters without an internal moral compass still Choosing to be good. which is why i also love thinking about meg being soulless jack’s cool aunt through cas. i love meg lives aus in general regardless of megstiellification. god can you imagine if she was there during human cas

- meg being just like a dean who was never rescued from hell before demonification is such a good thing to think about. i love thinking about cas wishing he had saved her beforehand i love her wishing cas had saved her beforehand and then pushing that down

- megstiel heaven endgame is everythingggg to me. i KNOW in my heart that he meets her in the empty and that she absolutely propositions him to “make it loud” and he laughs and they hug and then jack gets them (and ruby and like. maybe p much everyone else) out of the empty and cas lives with her and kelly and jack as they restructure the afterlife and emotionally support each other i KNOW it

- did i mention they’re nice to each other and she died for him

Send me a ship and I’ll give you my (brutally) honest opinion on it

#mc #meg cw #orig #ask

44 notes · View notes

mallowstep · 3 years

Note

I'd love to hear some ✨StarClan Slander✨ from you

starclan fucking sucks and i'm not afraid to say it.

ugh. where to begin.

okay, starclan sucks in a lot of different ways. like, a lot. it sucks from a narrative perspective, it sucks from a lives-of-cats perpsective, and it sucks from a worldbuilding perspective.

like: starclan is incredibly inconsistent as worldbuilding. it. gah. that part is most in my control when i write, so i try to really like. maximize said control. but if you compare the description of fireheart getting his nine lives to any modern starclan scene, it pisses me off. starclan is so fucking Cool, and now it's not.

i could go on for a while, but it's more of the same.

and then from a narrative perspective like. it causes so many problems. and i don't mean starclan causes problems for the characters, i mean starclan is simultaneously the cause of a lot of problems while the narrative wants us to believe they are the good guys. starclan causing problems? interesting. starclan causing problems but they're Very Good Actually? lazy.

this is a small thing but like it bothered in tbc? okay so. the fact that the clans' relationship to starclan has changed doesn't bother me. it's really interesting. they've been through this time of massive upheaval, something which often correlates with this uptick in spirituality.

i do not need convincing to believe that as the clans have gone through these past ten or fifteen years, with an exodus and the whole great battle (even setting aside the religious implications and just focusing on: big battle, lots of betrayal, lots of death), and everything with skyclan and darktail, yeah!

like, there was a spiritualism wave in the us after the civil war because that's what people/humanized cats do in those times. they latch on to spirituality and religion. why do you think witchcraft is on an uptick again in modern times?

however the problem is the Narrative never acknowledges this, which makes it feel not like an intentional culture change but authors being lazy. i'm not sure what's worse: authors just leaning on starclan because it's interesting and easy, or authors simply failing to convey the nuances of culture change.

whichever makes the erins sound better, pick that one. i have no lost love for them, but i try to keep my criticisms factual.

anyway, i digress, here's my favourite example:

in tbc, it's this Big Deal how the moonpool is the place of the medicine cats, and other cats cannot enter, Nope No Sir, which, like, really fucking confused me.

what?

do leaders not speak with starclan anymore? is that. is that not a thing?

i mean, in tpb, leaders visit the moonstone all the time. apprentices visit it before coming warriors. it's pretty normal.

and i'm fine with the culture of the clans changing for the moonpool to be a medicine cat exclusive: that does not fundamentally bother me. there's even the smallest nod to this idea in po3, during outcast, when they mention that the tradition of going to the moonstone/pool has fallen out of favour, and maybe that's bad.

and like, yeah, okay: i don't really understand Why it fell out of favour, especially in thunderclan. thunderclan had the Longest journey to the moonstone, and now they have either the shortest journey or one of the shortest, so there's really no excuse, but like. that's diaspora, you lose things, i'm okay with that.

what i'm not okay with is the sudden transformation of the moonpool to a Holy Place only Medicine Cats can touch. like, mothwing has been to the moonstone: she knows this isn't how it was. the others are young enough to not know, but then, when did this idea get started? who put it in their heads? why?

jayfeather has had so much pov, it wouldn't be hard to explain. he could've even taught alderpaw about it. or something could've been slipped into an early shadowpaw chapter. it really would not have taken much: a single line in outcast or something was all i needed to accept the moonstone/pool visitation tradition was dead (even if i think it should've continued), but unless i've forgotten, this is just. never explained.

this is how it Always Was (even though it wasn't, and there are cats who should Know it wasn't).

heck! heck! mistystar shared tongues with starclan in her novella. i don't remember where riverclan was during this scene in tbc, but my point is more. someone should've been able to say something. anything.

probably before the actual scene, given how few cats would know about this: bramblestar should since he was made a warrior in the forest territory, but i'll give the other leaders a pass. all i need is like. one line. from one cat. that's it. that's all i need.

finally, starclan obviously is uhhh. evil? it's evil, right, we can all agree? there is no evil starclan au we're In the evil starclan au, i should write a good starclan au.

the thing about this one is like. it's a product of the others. if starclan wasn't Real and Tangible, then like. then like. it wouldn't matter that they gave shitty advice and did terrible things, because now you just have cats dreaming of others, searching for answers in the Strict Code, and that would all make sense.

(did that paragraph like. read? i can't tell. basically, if starclan wasn't confirmed as a real thing with real dead cats, i would be fine with starclan cats being shitty and ooc, because now it's not actual cats we know and love, it's other cats' perceptions, memories, and inferences of them as they search their ancestors for guidance from the warrior code.

so of course their advice is going to be terrible and inconsistent and leafpool is going to decide spottedleaf said she should have kits and then starclan is going to backflip when the kits are born: all of that makes complete sense as long as starclan isn't an actual place. as long as it's just religion, just dreams and omens, there is no problem with that.)

and then if starclan like. if their role in the clans had been covered more thoroughly by the narrative. if how they gave shitty advice a lot was covered. i would also be okay with it.

but the best we get is mothwing's whole "yo uh. starclan doesn't save cats. i save fucking cats. give me my god damn credit for saving your fucking life." like that's a bad thing no. mothwing. queen. please continue ur so right.

and just as a cherry on top, the ableism in starclan is exhausting. it's its own thing, really, but like. i was talking with @foxstride about this. and like. how disabled cats will just have their disabilities erased.

personally, i'm okay with briarlight not being disabled in starclan. i think that makes sense for her character. i think it is Bad that the narrative's response to that was "now that she's dead she's finally happy again!", it should have been "thunderclan failed to give briarlight the actual support she needed to be happy", but the fact that she's not disabled in starclan doesn't actually bother me.

she was sick basically 100% of the time after her accident, and thunderclan was really shitty to her. do you remember how happy she was to "get" to sleep in the warriors' den? she was a fucking warrior that was her right.

thunderclan failed her, but the takeaway is "she couldn't be happy until she was dead and her disability was magicked away." that's bad. that's. i'm not okay with that part of it.

(briarlight deserves so much better than thunderclan.)

but for pretty much every other instance of it, there's none of that. maybe, maybe, you could make a similar argument for cinderpelt, but i would disagree with it.

my cinderpelt opinion is and always has been: she would never have chosen the path of being a medicine cat for herself, but she ultimately finds happiness and fulfillment with it. like, it wasn't right that she was forced to become a medicine cat because of her accident, but it was something she did ultimately enjoy and was happy to dedicate her life to. if she was given the chance to become a warrior after she had been a medicine cat for a while, she wouldn't have taken it.

it's part of why when i'm doing like. big time aus for warriors i still make her a medicine cat. because i like her growing to love it. i like that it's not right, how it happens, but she still loves it eventually. it's a very interesting idea to me that there aren't many characters to explore it through. jayfeather and alderheart are similar, but not in the same way. anyway i'm rambling because these are all the things i thought about when writing stolag, back on topic.

so i don't think cinderpelt should have her disability poofed by starclan, i think she should keep it. i also think that cats who are injured and then aren't disabiled in starclan should be representitve of that. they should be the age before they got injured.

briarlight should be apprentice aged, a hypo-cinderpelt should also be apprentice aged. this is something i'm fine with. i make hollyleaf apprentice aged in starclan because i think she was happiest before the ending of po3.

moving on: snowkit? can apparently hear? wtf?

and y'all already know how much i hate that jayfeather can see in his dreams. i said No that's Not Canon anymore and no one (no one) can stop me.

in conclusion: starclan is bad in a lot of ways, and if it weren't so damn inconsistently bad, i think i wouldn't hate it half as much.

#ask #essay #starclan #anon #long #mine #txt

45 notes · View notes

cucumbers-and-olives · 3 years

Text

When All Is Said And Done

⚠️stop! have you read part one, the winner takes it all yet? if not, click the link and read it cause idk if this will make much sense!

Summary: You slowly repair you relationship with Reggie as you get closer to the end of the show.

Category: high school au, musical au?

Fandom: JATP

Paring: Reggie x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings/Includes: mentions of cheating

A/N: this is for @reggiepetersappreciationweek day 5? whatever yesterday was, i have a trash memory, and i forgot to post this so... whoops!

(also @williexmercer asked to be tagged in this so.... ta da?)

Mandatory Thanking of the Betas: ahhhh ty so so much @wrhen for helping me give this story the ending it deserved, i had no idea how to end it, so thank you!

AO3 link here (nope)

Please don’t repost my work without my permission, in part or whole. My work can also be found on AO3 under the same username. Thank you!

Here's to us

One more toast

And then we'll pay the bill

Closing night was always a sad thing. But after the last three months, all of the drama, and the nightmares… You could tell that the smile on Reggie’s face was his, and he was happy. Truly happy.

Deep inside

Both of us

Can feel the autumn chill

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I’ll be better. I want to explain, so I’ll be at our spot at 7 pm tomorrow.” You listened to his voicemail over and over, trying to decide if you should trust him this time. You got one of these voicemails every week on Monday. It had been a month since “the incident” and he wasn’t giving up.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I’ll be-” You tossed your phone at the wall as hard as possible, but with your bad luck it landed on the soft white sheets of your bed and you let out a scream. It was loud and heart-wrenching, and you collapsed into the shag carpet. The soft blue carpet he had bought for you when you found out you had landed the role.

And from your spot on the floor, there was the photo of the two of you that you had framed after your second date. When you knew he was the one. He had taken you to the fair, and one of his friends had come over to take a photo of the two of you, but someone had bumped into him, and there was a ton of bright pink cotton candy in his hair. That was your favorite moment with him.

You rolled over, and like a bad omen, your phone played the voicemail again. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I’ll be better. I want to explain, so I’ll be at our spot at 7 pm tomorrow.” You had crawled onto your bed to turn it off when you heard him whisper something he hadn’t in any of the other voicemails. “I love you.”

As you lay down to sleep that night, your brain looped his words. I love you, I love you, I love you. I. Love. You.

He hadn’t ever said it before.

Birds of passage

You and me

We fly instinctively

The cast all had slight tears in their eyes. Most of them were seniors, including you and Reggie, so this was your last show at a school you had grown to love.

When the summer's over

And the dark clouds hide the sun

Neither you nor I'm to blame

“Y/N and Reggie.” Your science teacher moved on and continued calling out other pairs to work together.

He moved to where you were sitting. It seemed as if his personality had changed. He was no longer the confident, happy boy you knew, but a shy, quiet one. “I- I can ask for a different partner. You probably don’t, don’t want to work with me.” His eyes were transfixed on the desk.

You don’t know what led you to do this, but you slipped a finger under his chin and tilted his face to look at you. “We have 5 minutes left in this period, and then we have rehearsal. You have that long to come up with a convincing argument as to why I should trust you, go it?”

He nodded softly, and you released his face. Now you had that long to figure out if you should trust him again.

As the bell rang you began to pack up your stuff when a note fell out of your bag. You picked it up and began to read it.

“Y/N. I kissed him. I’m not trying to cover for him, it’s the honest truth.” You looked up at your teacher.

“Y/L/N, get to rehearsal, or at least get out of my classroom.”

“Yeah, sorry!” You said, hurrying out of her classroom. You stepped into the hall, and you continued to read the note.

“I know it sounds like I’m covering for him. I’m not. I came into his dressing room, I kissed him. (I’ll spare you the details) But you two are an amazing couple, and he’s been a mess without you. There’s a hole in his heart that only you can fix.”

And just like the “I love you,” those last words rang in your head through rehearsal.

“There’s a hole in his heart that only you can fix.”

When all is said and done

In our lives

We have walked

Some strange and lonely treks

He crossed the stage and looked back at you. The strength it would take the entire cast to not laugh like children would be incredible.

Slightly worn

But dignified

And not too old for sex

We're still striving for the sky

No taste for humble pie

“Thank you.” He said, passing you a coke. “The pie will be out in a second.”

The booth in the back of the diner was a quiet one, but there were so many memories here. Your first date, your first kiss, Reggie asking you to be his girlfriend, and getting cast as Donna and Sam. You had found out sitting in this booth.

The waitress came over. “Two slices of apple pie, enjoy you two,” She said, with a little wink.

You took a fork and stabbed the pie like an enemy. “Talk.”

“I didn’t mean to. She came in, and she started it, I-” You shoved some pie in his mouth. His face was alarmed for a second, and then he smiled.

“Not about that, idiot, about the project. We have to present tomorrow.” You took a bite of your pie.

“I thought…” He was lost in thought for a moment and then he spoke. “I was thinking we could alternate slides? Or if you just want to do the chunks you wrote, that’s cool too!” He said, eating some more of his pie.

“That sounds good, we can alternate slides. Also, could you help me with my math homework? I’m- well, I’ve got a D. Can you help me? I brought it with me if you want to now, I have it with me, or we can do it later?” You rambled off.

“Scooch over,” He said, standing up. As you did, he sat down next to you. “Okay, pull it out, and show me what you’re struggling with. We’re not leaving till you have it down.”

He smiled at you, and you knew you were back to normal now. Or at least, a new normal.

Thanks for all your generous love

And thanks for all the fun

Neither you nor I'm to blame

As he sang that line, you both glanced into the audience where your former-best-friend-now-acquaintance sat. Your relationship had healed over the last month. He and you were clearer, and when/if anything happened, you both gave each other a chance to explain your side of the story. It was better now.

When all is said and done

It's so strange

When you're down

And lying on the floor

“Okay look up when you open your eyes,” He said, removing his hands from your face. You looked out at the beautiful rolling hills and then up. Up to the sky, and the shining stars. You gasped as you saw them, each one more beautiful than the last.

“Woah, Reggie this is so beautiful, I-” You turned around to face him. He had a picnic all laid out. There was a full apple pie and ice cream, along with a bunch of your favorite sweets and some popcorn and pretzels.

“Reggie, when did you have the time for this? It’s almost tech week,” You said as you sat down next to him. “Not that I’m ungrateful but seriously, when did you-” He cut you off as he stuck a bit of pie in your mouth.

“Did you?” He nodded. “You bought a full pie from the diner?” You smiled at him so big. And it was a wonderful night.

How you rise

Shake your head

Get up and ask for more

Clear-headed and open-eyed

With nothing left untried

Standing calmly at the crossroads

No desire to run

“I’m scared Alex.” It was Reggie’s voice you heard as you walked up to the garage. Over the past 2 and a half months, your relationship had changed, and now, it was the Saturday before tech week.

You froze outside the garage as you listened to Reggie.

“I- I, I messed it all up before, and I keep feeling like I’m gonna mess up again,” Reggie said. His voice was shaking if it was even possible for a voice to do that.

“Reg,” Alex said. “What happened wasn’t your fault. They came in and kissed you.”

“I should’ve stopped it. I should have stopped them.”

“Reggie, she forgave you. And trust me, Y/N wouldn’t be with you if she thought you had done it on purpose.”

You knocked on the garage door. “Reg, you in there? We’re gonna be late to rehearsal!”

“Yeah- yeah, I’m coming, I’ll meet you in the car babe!” He hollered back.

There's no hurry anymore

When all is said and done

Then he did something unexpected. Something unscripted. You just felt him pulling you in and dipping you down, and for a moment in one amazing kiss, the audience wasn’t there.

You pulled away, smiling and breathless as the audience cheered.

Send me an ask or fill out this form to be added to my tag list! Send me an ask to be removed from my tag list!

JATP Tag list: @screwunsaidemily @crybabyddl @n0wornever @crybabyddl @dream-a-little-bigger-x @crybabyddl @badwolf00593

Reggie Tag list: @willex-owns-my-heart

Everything: @funsizearsonist

#reggieappweek #more tags coming soon (im slow okay)#reggie x reader #reggie peters #jatp #julie and the phantoms #fanfic #reggie fanfic

37 notes · View notes

nat-20s · 3 years

Text

MEDIA THAT I RECOMMEND YOU CONSUME INSTEAD OF SUPERNATURAL FOR BOTH HEART AND HEALTH BROKEN DOWN BY TYPE OF MEDIA AND WHY YOU MIGHT LIKE IT IF AT ANY POINT YOU, LIKE MY POOR POOR SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD SELF, WERE INVESTED IN THIS ABSOLUTE GARBAGE FIRE OF A SHOW

with apologies to anyone on mobile who’s readmore function APPARENTLY doesn’t work

(I haven’t watched supernatural for at least five years and, given any sort of luck, I will never do so again, do not @ me)

hello babes. I am talking to you know bc I keep seeing supernatural, unironically, on my dash, and I think we can all do better. I see what’s happening and I think: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hU3i_o5Xd4g

Supernatural is fudge stripes. You are Megan. We can fix this.

So a list of alternate things that I think are overall better written/characterized/just generally more enjoyable that might scratch some of those itches:

TV SHOWS

Good Omens

okay look if u were on tumblr last year u probably already watched this show but like. If u haven’t, it’s only six episodes babe and there’s a large enough fandom that u can go down a fanart hole for days on end

Basic summary: the antichrist has reached that lovely young age where he’s supposed to bring about the apocalypse. An angel and a demon who have decided that actually they like the world as is, thank you very much, try to stop the end times. They’re not very good at it though, which makes for a comedy of errors.

Shared elements with supernatural that you might Vibe with: theologic (mostly christian) exploration/parody/imagery without inherently being a religious show. Fighting off the apocalypse narrative, which I think pretty much always goes hard as hell, but that’s just me. There’s a gay angel who’s socially awkward. There’s a fun very British demon. Touches on the hierarchies of heaven and hell, with framing Heaven as a bureaucracy and blurs the differences between angels and demons. Pining. Tenderness. A deep nostalgia for 80s music, though in this case it’s specifically queen, and who doesn’t love queen. Main character has a weirdly strong bond with his black vintage car. Satan is (sort of) fought.

Gravity Falls

sometimes...things that are kids shows...with a set story and a predetermined ending...are better

(also this isn’t relevant to any of what I’m talking about but I really appreciate that Gravity Falls specifically went against the thing that most begged me about ATLA aka that a 15 year old girl would be like yeah I’m into a 12 year old boy because the 12 year old boy has a crush on me and I apparently don’t get to really have a say in this. How does that make sense.)

Basic Summary: Twelve year old twins Dipper and Mabel go to stay with their Grunkle Stan for the summer in a small Oregon town called Gravity Falls. Turns out this town is filled with all sorts of strange phenomena that they often have to confront, work around, learn about, or befriend!

Shared elements with supernatural that you might Vibe with: The core focus of the show is a close sibling duo, but like It’s obvious that the siblings actually like and love each other and while they have their spats it’s still incredibly clear that they deeply care about each other even with their differences LIKE SORRY SUPERNATURAL YOU CAN’T JUST TELL ME THAT SIBLINGS CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER AND THEN THEY SPEND ALL THEIR TIME FIGHTING AND LYING TO EACH OTHER AND GENERALLY ACTING LIKE THEY CAN’T STAND EACH OTHER’S COMPANY BUT THEN OOOHHH YOU CRY ON TOP OF THE HOOD OF A CAR EVERY THREE EPISODE AND SUDDENLY THEY’RE SOULMATES OR WHATEVER

Anyway. Yeah. GF has a solid sibling dynamic. Monster of the week that builds up to greater over-arching plot. A little bit of body horror, you know, for humor. Fair amount of meta humor playing with the tropes of the genre. A Good Ol Big Bad that tries to pit the siblings against each other. Have to fight the apocalypse (you’ll see this point on like a good half of these recs, I really like ‘what are we gonna do about Armageddon’ media). Interesting creature design. Planned, satisfying ending (which supernatural absolutely does not have, but I still think if it had ended with the season 5 finale like it uhh pretty obviously was supposed to, that would sort of counted. Don’t revive shows that have clearly already told their stories kids.) Tie in media that gives you some fun extra stories when you miss the characters. (yes I read some of the supernatural novels when I was a c h i l d, yes I’m pretty sure there’s one or two of them still buried somewhere on my laptop, no I don’t wanna talk about it.) Older father figure (?) who owns a tbh kind of shitty shop. Both already in place and found family.

It’s a good show, and it’s two seasons. John Mulaney Voice: I dunno it’s 40 episodes

MINI REC ALERT! (mini recs are basically things that I’m not gonna go into detail about for whatever reason [probably either due to i’m not familiar enough with it OR I just don’t like. Have a bunch to say about it in regards to how it will scratch the itches presented to u by spn] but still seem like a Good Watch)

Mini Rec: Over The Garden Wall. Spooky Kids Media! Episodic! Miniseries so you can watch it in like 2 hours! Cool ass Animation! About two brothers encountering said spooky stuff! Big Bad tries to pit brothers against each other! Might haunt you for the rest of your life! Check it out!

The Haunting of Bly Manor

I think about this show every goddamn day of my life. (Also not relevant but Greg Sestero makes a brief cameo in it and I was like hi greg my friend greg!)

Basic Summary: An girl named Dani, while staying in London, decides to take on an Au Pair job for two young children, an older brother named Miles (age 10) and the younger sister Flora (age 8) at the spoooooky and mysteeerious Bly Manor, and she gets far more than she bargained for.

Shared elements with supernatural that you might Vibe with: Okay so supernatural doesn’t actually do this but I know I KNOW why we let ourselves be queerbaited in 2012. Four words for you: CENTRAL! GAY! TRAGIC! ROMANCE! You want some pining? Some tenderness? Some LOVE? Some dealing with internalized homophobia but no, like, actual violent onscreen homophobia? HAVE I GOT THE SHOW FOR YOU. If ur favorite episodes where the ones that make you sob (for me it was kevin’s death on god), I recommend this show. If you wished that supernatural literally ever had consequences or perma deaths or didn’t retcon major plot events like every five goddamn episodes so that there could be some exploration of like grief and trauma through the lens of/ higher stakes of horror, I recommend this show. If you really do stay up at night picturing a supernatural that wasn’t made by dumbass cishettie white men hack writers but was actually allowed to have Dean and Cas be in love over the course of the show so they could have like actual development and not the most homophobic gay reveal of all time, I recommend this show. Hell, if you just want a banger ghost story in general, I recommend this show.

As for what they actually have in common: horror setting/aesthetic without actually being all that scary most of the time. A strong sibling duo, though they’re not nearly as much of the focus of Bly Manor. Found family. Strong themes of grief. Questions of what turns someone into a monster (and done much better) An actual, much better noble sacrifice done out of love. Escalation of stakes until there’s a big final confrontation. Semi-big bad trying to tear this family apart. Found and pre-installed family. Sad orphans.

Watch this show. Vibe with me. Cry with me. Yell at me about Owen Sharma

MINI REC ALERT!

Haunting of Hill House- spiritual predecessor to Haunting of Bly Manor, though they’re not actually the same universe/story. However, it’s made by the same dude and has a shared aesthetic/sensibilities/some of the cast. This is only a mini rec bc I haven’t actually seen it, but I’ve heard good things and that it, while much more heavily leaning into family dynamics, has similar themes of exploring Grief and Trauma through ghooossstttsss.

Community

Okay I know that this may seem like a Wild rec considering community is a school sitcom with basically Zero paranormal elements but just like. Hear me out. And no this isn’t just because I think it’s a realy good show and I want more people to watch it, though that is a factor. If I was just recommending comedies that I think are good and more people should watch regardless of them serving as a replacement for supernatural I would demand you all go watch Galavant and Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. I’m gonna demand it anyway. Everyone go watch Galavant and Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. Now back to your original program:

Basic Summary: A group of students at Greendale Community College form a Spanish study group, and things quickly go Off The Fucking Rails in the best way possible.

Shared elements with supernatural that you might Vibe with: All right I’m gonna be real honest this rec is for all of my (correct) bitches who’s favorite episodes of Supernatural were French Mistake, Changing Channels, and/or Mystery Spot. You think if Supernatural would’ve been fucking fantastic if it had been a committed comedy instead of a CW melodrama that occasionally landed some admittedly really fucking funny episodes/concepts, Community (and the movies on this list) will gently take you into its loving arms and give you everything you desire. It’s about the Meta comedy. It’s about the discussion, exploration, and subversion of common tropes within the format. It’s about the grand use of group/ found family dynamics in order to max both the goofs and the heart. It’s about fantastic callbacks. It’s about having one of the few “asshole with a heart of gold” leads I can actually stand because. You know. Growth. It’s about the INCREDIBLE genre and pop culture parody. Which genre do they parody, you ask. All of them. They parody all the genres. The glee parody episode is a fucking masterpiece of television. If you don’t want to watch a show that features a Halloween party where everyone turns into zombies and the ABBA discography blasts in the background, you can stop reading right now, because I can guarantee you won’t be interested in a damn thing I have to say.

MINI REC ALERT: The X-Files. I’ve also never seen this but a: everything I’ve seen out of context has been fantastically weird and delightful b: it appears that there’s a general consensus that Scully and Mulder are one of the only valid straight couples so it’s probably pretty fun and c: let’s all be honest. Supernatural was already basically an x-files rip off, it had like half of their original writers swiped from the x-files crew, I’m pretty sure if you liked especially the first couple of seasons of supernatural, you’re gonna like the X-files.

Subcategory: TV SHOWS ( A WHOLE TWO OF ‘EM, OR MORE LIKE ONE AND HALF IF YOU WANNA GET TECHNICAL) I’M SPECIFICALLY RECOMMENDING FOR THAT COCAINE HIT OF PURE UNADULTERATED UNCUT 2012 TUMBLR NOSTALGIA

BBC Merlin

Yes, I know the show ended in 2010. Yes, it still provides that 2012 Tumblr nostalgia. 2012 Tumblr is a feeling, not an actual time period.

I love this stupid show. I plan on rewatching it all over the month of January. I harbor a deep amount of fondness for it. It’s why every time I see literally any depiction of Merlin I get just so fucking excited, and why I’ve consumed as many ridiculous Arthurian adaptations as I have (side note: my two favorite other ridiculous Arthurian legend adaptation are Avalon High, a DEEPLY silly DCOM that is required viewing to level up friendship with me, and The Kid Who Would Be King, which is the only movie that I think truly understands the comedic potential of playing a King Arthur Adaptation mostly straight but everyone in it is 12. I’m not sure it intended to be as fucking funny as it was, but again, they’re all middle schoolers. I have never been more jealous of an actor than I was of the 22 year old that got to play a 16 year old dumbass Merlin who was sometimes also Patrick Stewart and did all of his magic with ridiculous hand gestures That should’ve been me that should’ve been me that should’ve been me. Also Sword in the Stone by TH White is pretty good, because Merlin knows germ theory in the fantasy 400’s and he just uses it to be petty mostly. Also listen to High Noon Over Camelot by The Mechanisms. Also Also I tend to prefer family friendly adaptations because they don’t have the uhhh. You know. Incest and sexual violence of the original legend. Love to Not have that shit!) Whether you watched it initially and are due for a rewatch, or you’re intrigued enough by the concept of the show to watch it for the first time, you should join me on this wild wild ride.

Basic Summary: You know who Guinevere, Arthur, and Merlin are, come on. BBC said let’s make em all YOUNG let’s make em SEXY let’s make em FAMILY FRIENDLY and let’s make magic REALLY SEEM LIKE A THINLY VEILED ALLEGORY FOR BEING GAY BUT TO THIS DAY IM NOT SURE IF THAT WAS INTENTIONAL OR NOT BUT IT SURE SEEMS LIKE IT WAS. @ THE BBC MERLIN CREATORS WHAT IS THE TRUTH BECAUSE THERE WAS SOME INTERVI-

Basic Summary but like a bit more helpful: A BABY version of Merlin (and by baby I mean like 20 year old.) is sent from his small town to the big city the Kingdom of Camelot to find his destiny. Staying with the town physician and friend of his mom’s, Gaius, he ends up as both his assistant and personal manservant to Prince Arthur. But in a kingdom where magic is punished with death and the prince seems hell bent on getting himself into situations that are going to kill him, the young sorcerer has his more than his share of work cut out for him.

Shared elements with supernatural that you might Vibe with: Primo supremo queerbaiting. Like, yeah, okay, it’s queerbaiting, you know it’s queerbaiting, but you watch some of the scenes and ur like okay. I know why I let this bait me. Obviously with a modern show, I would expect more, I would expect better, I would raise my standards, but I gotta admit. Some of these scenes are fuckin compelling as hell, and the subtext is like barely sub. Monster of the week shenanigans. Some awful CGI creatures but like a charming awful. Like the kind of awful that tells you their very limited budget was more focused on cool swords than realistic creatures. Episodic stories build into a more overarching plot, with things getting darker in season 4/5. Shitty father that end up eating shit and while the son of said father is rightfully conflicted and upset over the death it’s cathartic and victorious as all hell for the audience. Multiple hot evil women, and I love hot evil women. There’s also nice hot women, which is a bonus. These women don’t all immediately stupidly die, so that’s a nice change. Also like a LOT of sarcastic humor and shenanigans if u like Sass Merlin is there for u personally name a more iconic line than “Oh I’m sorry, how long have you been training to be a prat, my lord?” AND THAT’S IN THE FIRST FUCKIN EPISODE brilliant amazing fantastic show stopping. Also you know those like dumb hijink episodes where like Dean was possessed by the spirit of a dog or some shit? You bet your bottom fuckin dollar BBC Merlin has those kinds of storylines. Also I know some people go to spn bc it had that HUGE fanbase and like BBC Merlin’s fanbase is still SURPRISINGLY poppin even though it’s been a decade since there was new content so like. Have fun!

Doctor Who but Specifically the RTD Era

Look I’m not here to say that the first four seasons of reboot doctor who are the only good doctor who or inherently better than all the rest (though the RTD era is my favorite personally) BUT when ur seekin that sweet sweet superwholock frenzy nostalgia, this is the ‘who’ that is being referred to. Also like. Stan 9. We should all collectively stan the ninth doctor. Chris Eccleston, the Objectively Best Famous Chris, deserved better.

Basic Summary: An immortal alien that goes by “The Doctor” travels across time and space with a variety of different companions, often to try and save the day or fix a (sometimes self created) mess. It’s distilled campy sci-fi with a family friendly tone that has made me cry on several occasions.

Shared elements with supernatural that you might Vibe with: Monster of the week that, you guessed it, builds into bigger overarching plot style narrative. Fighting off the apocalypse, but like every couple of weeks because worlds are in danger a LOT. A semi-tragic romance that made people go absolutely buck fuckin wild bc pining n shit. Wamen, but they aren’t fridged. (actually for real though none of the main women die and I just think that’s really fun and flirty even though I could go on a COMPLETELY SEPARATE rant about the injustice of one of the character’s ending YES season 4 is my favorite season and one of my favorite pieces of media ever and I am currently actively recommending it to you YES im still fucking pissed over how it ended YES we exist) Specifically, a Wonderful and Very Excellent woman named Donna who goes on a spa trip that doesn’t end up going very well. That seems like a highly specific example, and it is, but it did happen in both shows. (Also, to anyone that continued watching SPN after like idk season 9 what happened to Donna? I always liked her and I know she became a recurring character so like DM whatever probably injustice was the end of her story line pls and thank you) I’m also extra specifically recommending for Supernatural Fans and also The World At Large: Season Four of Reboot Who. I rewatched it last year and it still goes so fucking hard. Donna Noble is the best character in existence. In regards to the appeal for SPN, personally I think the best part of SPN was when people who are soulmates went on adventures and tried to save the day and it was a good mix of banter and sincerity AND GUESS WHAT’S BASICALLY THE ENTIRETY OF SEASON 4 OF DOCTOR WHO. It’s so good y’all I wish Everything was about soulmates going on adventures and trying to save the day.

OKAY TV SHOWS DONE TIME FOR M O V I E S which I don’t have nearly as many recs for but uhh here goes

What We Do In The Shadows/ Shaun of the Dead

I’m lumping these two together bc my reasons for recommending them are largely the same, and I would call them tonally similar enough that if you like one you’ll probably like the other

Basic Summary (Shaun of The Dead): Uh-oh! London’s had a break out of some of that good ol’ zombieism. Shaun and friends decide to hunker down in a local bar, but they have to get there first. Will they survive? Will they fuck up some zom zoms? Who’s to say?

Basic Summary (What We Do In The Shadows): Some vampire roommates dick around. I think there’s technically, like, a plot, but it’s really just about some vampires Doin Their Thing. Vibin.

Shared elements with supernatural that you might Vibe with: This is kind of similar to the Community recommendation, in that supernatural had the opportunity to be one of those things that was both a parody of a genre but also just a really good example of the genre. WWDITS and SotD are both those things for vampire and zombly movies, respectively. Have the aesthetic and some of the themes of a horror but is not actually all that scary. Horror Comedy is a god tier genre and I don’t know why it’s not more widespread. Fun monsters/cast of characters in general, so at least one person in it is probably going to make you go “oh gender” ya know? With SotD you have the fantasy power trip that comes with like any piece of media that involves hunting monsters. With WWDITS I go “yep that’s how bisexuals dress” and I Will Not Clarify which character I’m talking about.

MINI REC ALERT: All of Taika Watiti’s filmography. Thor:Ragnarok is one of like 3 marvel movies that I consider genuinely fucking fantastic completely independent of the MCU and my own tendency to be like “hurr bdurr I love. Superheros”. For the one that is most tonally like Supernatural But Significantly Better and Written By Someone Competent I think I would say try out Hunt For The Wilderpeople. It’s got a reluctant curmudgeonly father figure and I KNOW some of you motherfuckers were so invested in spn when you were like 16 bc you had daddy issues. This is a callout post for my friend [REDACTED], who I should text to watch Hunt for the Wilderpeople, actually.

MINI REC ALERT X2!!!: Bram Stoker’s Dracula. I’ve never seen it but it has both Winona Ryder AND Keanu Reaves so like. Goth bi rights.

Happy Death Day (and Happy Death Day 2 U)

happy death day was one of those movies that I saw the trailer, went “eh”, heard other people say it was great, watched, and went holy fuck this slaps. Not nearly as much of a slasher film as the trailers implied if im remembering the trailer correctly

Basic Summary: Our main character Tree keeps waking up on the day she was murdered. The day resets every time that she dies. That’s right, it’s a time loop storey babey!!!!!!!!!!!

Shared elements with supernatural that you might Vibe with: If you were anything like me you were foolishly lulled into supernatural for way longer than you should’ve been on the promise that the characters would idk like grow and change and become better and learn lessons and some of that would be through the power of receiving love and kindness. You know. Like how good writers would do it especially if their main characters are kind of dicks that really should make some changes. Well, Happy Death Day fucking delivers on that promise in SPADES. It’s about growth! It’s about change! It’s about making the active decision to become a better person and putting effort into doing so! There’s heavy themes of like grief and trauma and acknowledging them and facing them head on in order to move on and the negative consequences of refusing to do so and just trying avoid it until it goes away. There’s a romance that makes my dumb little self do the pleading face emoji. Tree is also one of the only good asshole with a heart of gold characters. I also think media is improved by having at least one character that is a Good Good Boy (note: Good Good Boy character does not have to be a man.) and Happy Death Day has Carter. Oh on that note: Tree Voice: I’ve only had character for (the same repeating over and over) a day but if anything happens to him I’ll kill everyone here and then myself. Also the movie is funny so like hell yeah.

that’s all I got for relevant movies right now

BOOK RECS

jk i’m illiterate. Everyone should feel free to go ahead and add their own suggestions for this section The best I can do is uhhhh I think y’all would probably like Mira Grant’s novels, particularly the Newsflesh stories, bc sibling dynamics. Also the book The Haunting of Hill House is really good. Ballad of Black Tom slaps? There’s of course the Good Omens novel that the show was based on. I’m about to recommend some podcasts after this section which will include to Welcome to Nightvale because of course it will and the tie in novels for that slap, especially It Devours!, and I’m pretty sure they work as stories even if you know nothing about the podcast. Also also I think you should read “The Long Way to A Small, Angry Planet” by Becky Chambers It’s not thematically similar to supernatural at all but it’s one of my all time favorite sci fi novels and only like four people have read it which is a goddamn TRAVESTY.

Anyway yeah that’s it that’s all there is. Onto the medium that is like books but I can fold laundry or cook while consuming their narratives.

PODCAST RECS

Okay so this is getting uhhh wicked long so I’m gonna limit myself to only three full blown recs and a

mini rec

Alice Isn’t Dead

Fuck me running this show is so good. Literally hands down my all time favorite (and scariest!) horror podcast. Mamma mia, that’s a good fuckin story. The Book version is also good and has fewer Weird events but some further character development so I recommend them both.

Basic Summary: After her wife Alice disappears mysteriously, Keisha takes up a job as a long haul trucker, traveling all across America in order to find her, but ends up finding so much. Pursued by a deadly creature she calls The Thistle Man, the stakes of her journey are raised.

Shared elements with supernatural that you might Vibe with: okay so I have a lost of bullet points of things that appealed to me specifically about supernatural and how no other shows covers all of them which sucks bc it means I basically Yearn for a show that’s supernatural but good. Alice isn’t Dead, however, hits the most of these bullet points AND is so fucking good. It has monster hunting. It has stopping a cataclysmic event BUT also discussion of the cyclical nature of events such as these and how the fight never truly ends but you can make some fucking progress nonetheless. It has a central gay romance that’s actually a central gay romance. It’s the ONLY show on this list that really hits that the weird and dark underside of americana vibe but specifically the americana of not like suburbs and shit but that eerie haunted feeling you get when you’re hours into a late night drive on open roads with no civilization around and an expansive sky and it just Seems like something should be watching you. Have you ever been out for a walk at midnight and encountered a deer and you looked into each other’s eyes and it felt like it was telling you a message that you couldn’t possibly hope to parse? Have you ever felt an incredible sense of deja vu eating in a restaurant you couldn’t have possibly been in before, because you’ve been to a thousand diners a thousand times just like one, and there’s an incredibly sense of homogeneity even though you’re 2000 miles away from anyone and anything that could possibly know you? Have you ever traveled to an area that seems to be stuck in a bubble of time, the only thing that shows any evidence of having aged past 2006 being yourself, and you wonder how your cell phone even works around here? THAT’S the spooky americana I’m fuckin talking about! Messed up road trips! Too much goddamn space! America is scary because it’s big and Filled With Things but also Not Enough Things! Fuck yeah!!!!! That time bubble fuckin EXISTS in Wyoming the most recent song on the radio I heard was fuckin Hey Soul Sister!

Also has a thing where like are there even good guys and bad guys in a conflict or is it all just one umbrella nightmare that you’re trying to stand against in anyway possible (u kno..like how the overarching structures of both heaven and hell were kinda fucked in spn? No spoilers but similar shit be happenin in Alice Isn’t Dead). Exploration of what makes someone into a monster, like how do you go down that path? Also this is the only show on this whole damn list that southern gothic music really suits it so points for that.

The Magnus Archives

You know I had to do it to ‘em.

Basic Summary: Jonathan Sims has just become the Head Archivist at the Magnus Institute, a “research” “facility” that looks into paranormal/esoteric/unexplained phenomena.

John Mulaney Voice, Again: Nobody knows what the archivist is going to do next, least of all the archivist. He’s never been in an archives before, he’s just as confused as you are.

Shared elements with supernatural that you might Vibe with: Oh fuck this document is over 5k long I said I wasn’t gonna do this hhhhh so lipton lightning round: Slowburn Gay Romance but Actually Canon, Monster Hunting but Hey What Even Is A Monster Anyway, Acts Somewhat like a Loosely Connected Horror Anthology until it DOESNT, Little Things Build to Bigger Narrative, Characters Be Goin Through It (On God These People Need Therapy), Trying to Prevent/Fix The Apocalypse (X2!!!), Smug Asshole Big Bad, Horror as a Metaphor For Various Shit, Basically if you thought that the Men of Letter concept slapped and you think it should’ve been the whole damn show including being Deeply British you would probably really fuckin like TMA. Also if ur like the ideal piece of media is a horror tragedy but also like it’s a wacky sitcom but also also fuck cops. U will like tma.

Welcome to Nightvale

IF ANY 2012 TUMBLR FANDOM DESERVES TO MAKE A MASSIVE COMEBACK AND BE EVERYWHERE AGAIN AND ABSOLUTELY FLOOD MY DASH IT’S WELCOME TO NIGHTVALE WHY DID WE ABANDON THE SHOW THAT TREATED US THE MOST KINDLY DID YOU KNOW THAT EPISODES 108-110 ARE THE BEST FUCKING BUILT UP NARRATIVE REVEAL THAT I HAVE WITNESSED IN MY LIFE DID YOU KNOW THAT IT CONTINUED TO BE REALLY FUCKING GOOD AFTER MOST PEOPLE STOPPED LISTENING DID YOU KNOW CECIL AND CARLOS ARE MARRIED AND THEY HAVE A DOG AND A TODDLER NOW BECAUSE OF ALL THE GAY PODCAST PROTAGONISTS CECIL GERSHWIN PALMER LOVE OF MY LIFE ELDRITCHIAN CHEERLEADER AND CERTIFIED BIMBO KEEPS FUCKIN WINNIN BABY. DID YOU KNOW THAT CECIL THINKS PEANUT BUTTER IS A ROCK.

Basic Summary: Welcome to the sleepy desert town of Ņ̶̏ight V̶͚̰̮͗̔̊̊ale! Community radio how host Cé̵̟͚͕̗̞̙͂͑̽̄́c̵̤̼̞͈̪͓̍̽̋̚̕͜il Pǎ̵̧̨̢͚̻̈̂̄̇͐̇̊̀̆ͅl̶͚͎͕͉͖̬͓͑́̐̒̍̿̈́͢͜͝ͅm̸̧͙̟̖̠̳̬͋́͋́͌̚̚ͅȩ̙̖͎̖͂́̒͐͜͞r̢̢̛̰̻̮̺̩͙̼̈́͋̀͘ is here to k̠̠̰̦͙̯̥̎̄̆͌̎̀̿̔̌̚ê̷̢̬̥̞̩̯̘͒̽̈̓͐̂̔̍e̶̡̝̗̺̫̪̜͆̓̿̈͌͌̆͒͞ͅp̵̹̗̬̼̠̬͙̏͐͐̉̅͊͊́͟͞ͅͅ ỷ̛͙̞̦̦͖̑̉̌̎͞͡͡͝ͅo̧̧̥͎̻̥̲͇͋́́̔̈͌͞ǔ̸̬̯̫͇̦̮͕̤̲̯̽̔̀̔͆͋̈́͘̚ up to date all the local happenings, including w̸̢̢̢̧̡̡͍͖̻̳̹̼̼̰̬̭̱͔̲͙͍̰̠̥̺̝͖̺̖̼̮̼̞̳̞̜͉̤̯͇̖̳͖̠̙̺̲̤͇͈͚͓̮̭̱̭̩͚̟̥̬̟̻̝̼̖͚̘͐̆̅̂̃̈́͆͊̉̏͒́̈́̋͗͑̄̉́̐̌́̿̌͛̾̎̊̾̃̈́̉̔̍̐͛̕͘̚͜͜͠͠é̵̢̡̧̨̨̡̧̨̡̛̹̥̥̞̮̯͙͈̻̝͓͖͙̦̰͍̖̜̲̰̞͎͈̭̯̳͕̗͓͈̭̫̼̯̪̞̯̰̲̘̭͎̪̱̗̝̝̞̤̱͉͙̯͎̬͎̙̜̗͉̩̦͕̪̳͇͙̺̙̰̠͚͎̜̠͔̬͎̺̣͕̜̊̓̃̐̂́͂̎̐̾̔̽̀̉́̍̊̂̿̎͂͐̎̐̄̍̔̋̐̃͗̈́͂̀̒̊̎͘͘̕̚̕͜͝͝͝͠ͅͅa̸̡̧̡̡̨̡̨̛̛͙̣̘̳͎͖̥̝̟̱̩̥͙͉̝̲̙̮̩̩̹̱͔͎̥̹̻̜͚̭̬̳͚̤̙̖̯͎̱̫̞̪̻͖̱̞͔̭̻̺͚͚̯̬͓͓̳͇̳̦͓̞͈̮̤̭̣͉̲̞͚̘͗̆̃͌̅̍͊̓̈̇̌̒͊͑̊̏̊͌̈̓̿͗̒̏̒͊͒̏̃̎̒̀̅̾̍̀͘͘͜͝͠ͅt̵̢̡̨̧̧̛̛̛̯̤͓̘̻̤͓̪̰͔̪̝̫͎̻͔͈͎͔͙͕͈̰͓͍̀̏͒̆͋̈́̈́͂̔͋͆͂̅͗̍̆̍̆̔̑͊̏̈͒́̽͊́̿͂́̓͛̽͐͌̌̐̈̇̃̓̆̍̅̃̔̚̕͜͝͝͝ͅͅh̸̨̨̡̢̢̡̢̧̡̧̢̡̨̡̭̜̬̬̙͕̗̙̻̯̠̘͙̻̥͉͚̼̗͚͇͉̰͍̥͉̗͎̬̫͖͉͔̼̮̯̞̫̬̟̻͉̖̙̥̫͖̬͚̟̜̭͇͎̭̘̝̲̤͕͎̰̭̗̯̮̤̙̙̯͍̞̭͚͔͎̞̹̲̟͉̩̭̖̱̠͍̺͈̟̩̋̆̈́͆̍̆̄̏͜ͅͅȇ̸̢̢̨̨̧̛̜͍̺͎̬̪͙̻̝̣͓͈̺̩̳̟̲̠̣͈͎͎͈͉̙̪͖̳̺͇̹̊̍͊͑̿͊̌͛̿̓͊̾̀͂͛̉͆̾̽͆̈̏͛̊͛̍̈́̇͋̔͂̑͐̂̿͊̽͑͘̚͘͝͝͠͝ͅͅŕ̵̨̡̨̨̢̧̡̧̨̘̟͙̦̲̲̪̦̙̼̠̳͚̞̦̞͖͚͇̳͖̲̭͕̜̫̳̖̙͖͉͎̘̘̤̠͈̬͕̝̻͚̥͍͕̠̥͙̙̪̖̯͍̘̘̲̣̹̜̪̲̭̟̮̫̖̤̰͔̩̩͉̲͚̟̝̦̬̪̘̬̮̱͔̻̦̼̃̐̂͋̐̅̋͒̉͛́̅̈́̒̒͆̑̆͊̒͒̀̍̈́̍͌̍̏̔͋͌̒̍̌͛̓̈̂̐̕͘͘͜͜͝͝͝ͅͅͅ ̶̢̡̨̛̠͇̹̯͕͍̻̟̼̼̗̩̱̗̙̱̥̜̬̫̜͎͉̺̣͓̟̯̱͖̣̞̠̝̥͍̲̳̙̠͔̹̘̲̲̻̖̈́̊͋͜͜ą̵̡̧̟͕̬̳̜͈͈̳̝̜̣̬͔͈͈͎͉͍̯̟̞̺͎̝͇̰̥͖̬̯͙̤̬̼̲̦̯̭͓̠̺̳̱̰̮̎͋͆̈́͌͆̎̉̓̇̐͋͋́̃̉̈̄̏̓̉̿̅̒̉̒̉͂͛̄̀̇̒͊͛́͊̎́͆̌̆́̌͂̈́̽̋͛͗̑̊̀́̍͊̌͆͊͐͆̅̒̊̉̾̄͛̑̕͘͘͘͘͝͝͝͝͠͠͝n̸̡̛̛̛̛̛̙͎̬̦̠̼͓͈̝̾̍͑͛̅̒̾́̌̍͛̇̋̇̓̏͛̔͛̈́͆̿̌͐̿͊̿́͒̍̃̀̈͐̐̆͐̉̒̂̉̀̅̇̾͋̍͒̋̈̌̿͒͐̍́͗̀̌̌̚̕̕̕͘̚͘͘̚͜͠͝͝͝d̴̡̢̢̛̛̛̺̠̳̬͎̞̲̣̲̱̳̪̹͉̝̠̱̗̙̫̠̹̼̙̝͉̲̟̮̙̙̮̻̹͈̦̙̞͚̜̙̖̞͓̙̭͉̃̽̌̅̔̾̈́̒̽͑́̒͋̓̈́͆͋̽̒̃̽̋̐͌͂̍͑́̽̋̍͗̋͗͂̅̽̈̈̾͐̄̃̕̕͜͠͠͝͠͝ͅͅ ̵̡̡̢̛̛̗͚͍̺͇̲̳̯͓̰͍̙̮̙̜̟̞̣̼͕̝͔͙̺̫͈͈̠̻̘̱͍̦̭͔͈̤̺̗̮͕̦̞̘͍̯̻̝͓̤̳̫͔̩͉̬̈́͋̈́̐͒́̔́́̿̓̆͐̎͆̇͒̄̈̿̓̑̾̏̔̿͊̌͆͒̒͊̓̅̓́̔̅̀̀̀̃̿̂̑͂͆̅̎̾̏̓̂̈́͛͌̇̾͌͐̈̂̆͐̅̓̍̓̃̆͗̃͛̏̒̌̀̅͊́̽̐̆̿́̌͘͘̚̕͘̕̕͜͜͜͠͝͠͝͠t̷̢̥͓̄͗̾̄̅̚͜r̵̨̡̨̧̧̢̛̛̛̛̛͍͙͚̥̱̞̜̦̜̼̺͉̠̬͎̰̻̜̼̫̤͓͖͖̤͇̞̥̖̈́͊̆̓͊̑̑̋̒̈́̔̆͆́̐͛͑͊͋̇̈́̓̑̍̏͐͛̽̋̎͑̃̈́͒̇̂̇̌͂̀̍̊̇̓̋̈́̌̏̕͘̚̕̚͝͝͠ǎ̴̡͓͓̯̘̥̱̱͖̦̺͓̘͉͖̞̟̦͈̜̥̰̘̞͈̦̠̼̯̙̭̼͚̟̖̲̠̝̜̐̅͆̏̈́̍́͂̃̾͑̓͋̽̄̾́̾̆̾͒͋̎͂̈́͘̕̕̚͜ͅͅf̷̢̡̡̧̢̨̡̧̢̢̧̡̧̫͖̖͇̲̫̮͕͉͓̩̪̳̹̩͎̖̟̤̤̲̟̪̫̻̻̖̟̦͉̼͎͖̭͍͖͎̖̳̳͙̜͉̝̘̺̖͚̙͉͕͙̯͖̞͚̮̲̻͉͙̺̭͓͎̤͙̦̦̺̯͕̜̰͍̳̙̦͉̪̥́͋̓̅̀͋͐̀̄̊̆̉̒̐͒̀̏̈̇̊̉̆̐̏̾̀̀̓͛͆̍̾͗͌̀̄̔͒̀̍̈́͆̔̒̑̏̍̏͆́̾̐̂͋̂̔̂́̓̓̌͌̉͛́̒̐̽̏́̑͊́̌̆̂̑͋̇̈́͌̑̿̅͗̚̕͘̕̚͜͠͝͝͠͠f̴̨̨̛̹͌̂̓͌͛̀͑̾̓̍͗̽͆̉̊͗̇́̍͌̊͐̔̈́̊̇͆̄̃̑̕̕͘͘͘͠͝͝͝͠i̴̧̡̢̢̧̢̨̨̧̧̧̛̛͎̗̳̦̘̙͓̦̙͔̜̼̘͇͇̺̭͉̠̩̟̤̥̘͙̤̩͔̪̱̻͈̪̼̼̞̠͎̟̹͕̻̭̤̪̲͕̟̺̻̻͖͕͚̣͇̖̰̝̩͈̤͕͇͕̝͙̙̪͔̗̫͇͎̙̲̲͖̗̘͉̲̣̤͎̔̐̆͒̄̈́̀̎̃̃̅͆̌̈́̽̈́̅̈́̑̄̇͒͐̀̐̀̒̍̀̓͌͗̓̽́͗̓̎͂͛̅̑̔̀͛̈́̽̾̃̊͊͆̄̍͑̍̆̌̾͗̄̊̽̉̅̆̀̎̀͑̿̎̋̄̆̃͐̾̏͛͒̍̋̅͘̕̚̕̕͜͜͝͝͝͝͠ͅͅc̷̛̛͚̝̻̣̞̓́̃́̀̃̓͗͌̂͛́̒̊͑̓͆̇̈́͑̏̆̀͌̑͂͂̄͌̉̔̋́̎͒̿͗͒͛̇͛̿̎̍̕̕̕͝͝͝͝͝ ̴̢̧̢̡̨̢̡̨̡̢̢̛̺̘̹̯̤̩̘̯͔̞̟̬̠̣̟̻̥̜̤͔̥͕̠̥̞͎̗̩̱̮͉͔͎̲̯̱̙̜̥̳̮͔̦̣͖͔̜͉̗̪̳̹̦̤͇̣̙͕̯̫̖̝̼̹͍̠͎͓̗͎̦͓̲̯̱̠̰͇̮̹͔̝͉͙̹̜̹͈̹̥͖̣̳̲͖̓́͌̈́̈́̀͌̄͂̌̾́̍̔̊̓̿͋͂͋̈́̋́́̒̓̀̒̃͂̀͑̐͛̆̆͒̈́̅̿͊͌̍͗̌̌͆̂͌́̉̏̒̓͊̾̒̓̋̽͐̏̾͘̕͜͝͠͝ͅͅr̸̨̢̛̪̞̬͓͔̥̤̣͔̭̥̙͉̦̗̠̳̩͙̂̈́͑͑̿̋̓̀͋͆̋̕͝͝ë̴̢̡̨̬͈͉̖̞͔͎͓͖̼̘̬͕̰͈̥͈̝̩͎͉͉̫̜͚͕̤͔̟̯͓͎̟͙̜̭̩̗̮͎̗̤͇̝̩͎̜̺̯͕͇̝͎̯͙̖͙̮̗̮̘́̑͑͛̂̅̄̌̽̓̒̾̿͆̏̏͐͛̾̂̃͑͆̅̄̿͋̅͂̈́̽͋͒̎͐̒̓͆̌̉͑͊́̀̈̾͛̋͑̋̎̈̀̽̀͊̏͘͝͝͝͝͠͝ͅp̴̧̧̡̢̢̢̛̛̛͚̟͓̖̭̪̻̪̲̬̥̙̥̰̼̹͎͕̪̞̮̺̰̬̘̫̤͉̦͙̮̖̙̹̻͔̖̮̲̞̣̻̜̠͇̬͚̱̦̼̲̮̀̂͌̍̈̒̍̋̌̏͐̓͛̉̂̈̀͑̈́͊͗͋͗́̂̎̎̃͆͒̅̑̇́̈͐̾̀̔̒̉͑͒̅̓̈́̋͋̀̍̄̿̌̀̉͆̇̔̈́͗̋̄̓̇͗̎̉̆͊̒͗̚̕͘͘̕̕̚͜͜͝͝͠͠͠͠͠ͅͅͅơ̶̢̡̧̨̡̛̛͔̦̼̰̠̯̰̟̲̣̜͙̲͙̪̱̱͕̺̪͈͉̺̻̙̥̲̩̲̩͔̠͚̩͓̞̠̯̟̫̣̗̦̰͉͚͙̺͎̼͖̥̙͈̯̲̝̞͎̻͕̮͔̰̖͔̭͙̩̼͔̫̹̘͓͔̜̘͍̍̅̄͋͑̋̍̊̉̄̈̽̈͐̀͌͐̆͊͂̐̋̃̎͆͛̐̀̂̿̈́͂́̈̌͐̇̀̒͋͑͐́͌̐̇̊͆̀͂͋̏́͋͆̏͗͂͑̂̓̽͘͘̚̕̕̕̕̚͘͜͜͠͝͝ͅͅͅr̴̨̨̨̧̨̛̘͕͈͔͙̠̬̯̩̗̰̗̬̦͈̗̝̣͓͓̟͕͙͈̠̘̻͓̭̝̘̦̦͓̭̘͙̻̙̼̩̰̝͈̱̝̱̬͉͙̣̖̮̲͈̙̱̩̣͕̦̰̮͔͈͓̙̮͍̳̟̠̞͎̱̣̰͕̩̝̲̝͐́́̍̈͐͋̐̑̌͋̓̈́̈͗̿̈̈́͗̑̚͜͜͜͜͜͝ͅͅţ̴̢̨̧͇͉͎̣̬̣̝̗̬̹͇̮̞̈́̐̌̇̈́̌͊̐̅̂̌̂͒͌́̈͌̂̊͗̍̿͑͋̎̓͂̀̎̎͒̾̏̒͌̃̄͋̌̾̍̈́̐̏͑̊̍͑͆̉̓́̆̌̾̓͊̊̈̑͘̚̕͘͘̕͝͝͝͝͝s̴̢̢̡̛̬̹͚̻͉̦̦̣̦̠̜͕̤̳͓͙̟̬͕̘̦̿͗̉̏̒͆̓̄͊͌͛͂͑̒̃͛͘͜͝͝!

Shared elements with supernatural that you might Vibe with: Honestly, probably bc Nightvale and Alice are by the Same Dudes, a lot of these points are the same as Alice Isn’t Dead, but it’s less scawy and more funney. Also hits the “horror, but make it kind of a sitcom” vibes. Doesn’t have the same road trip vibes, but DOES capture the exact weirdness of South Western USA, so I’m still giving it “fucked up americana” credit. If you’ve never been to New Mexico ur like this is an exaggeration clearly no desert town is subject to like ACTUAL cosmic horror and unexplainable sights but I’m telling you New Mexico is just Like That. (I highly recommend visiting the land of enchantment if you ever get the oppurtunity it is a deeply odd and wonderfully unsettling experience.) Look man it’s gay it’s a horror comedy cecil has a wonderfully soothing voice and it hates capitalism so fucking much like oh my god so much what more could you want.

MINI REC ALERT: Wolf 359! I have nothing deep to say about this I just like it and my gut tells me that y’all would enjoy it too I know there isnt much for physical descriptions in the show but I know in my heart that the main character is so so pretty and so so stupid. I KNOW yall like some himbos that experience character growth.

Okay since It’s my party and I’ll speak if I want to rapid fire list of podcasts I just like and want more people to listen to even though I’m behind on like all of them shhhhh: The Penumbra Podcast, BomBARDed, Dungeons and Daddies, Stellar Firma, Wonderful!

SONG RECS

okay these aren’t like replacement recs or anything they’re just really good and I almost certainly would have put them on some sort of supernatural playlist in 2013 but I don’t, like, have a good playlist for them now so I’m subjecting y’all to them also they all have the youtube link for ease of access

Woah There Kimmy- Felix Hagan & the Family

Devil’s Backbone- The Civil Wars

Blood On My Name- The Brothers Bright

Awake O Sleeper- The Brothers Bright

The Bottom of the River- Delta Rae

Old Number 7- The Devil Makes Three

The Bullet- The Devil Makes Three

In Hell I’ll Be In Good Company- The Dead South

Bartholomew- The Silent Comedy

Pomegranate Seeds- Julian Moon

Curses- The Crane Wives

Tongues & Teeth -The Crane Wives

OKAY THAT’S IT! THAT’S ALL FOLKS! FUCK!

#long post #if you didn't want this blame of-mice-and-mentality for enabling me posting #supernatural

44 notes · View notes

bush-viper-cutie · 4 years

Text

“Tea and Omens” || YEAR 3 – Ch.9 (HP au)

Chapter List

<-- Last Chapter Next Chapter -->

Day posted: 8/7/2020

Word count: 4,560

Relationship: EVENTUAL severus X oc (slow burn)

Rating: E for everyone

Warnings: none

-----

A/N: This is my first fan fic I’m writing mainly as a way to practice. This is a retelling of the hp books with an inserted character. Although most every character will be written about, this is mostly for the pro snape fandom. Please do not fear, although this is a severus x oc story, it is an incredibly slow burn as I do not intend for them to get together at all until after the final book events. Chapters will be posted twice a week.

This derivative work follows the events of the Harry Potter books by Jk Rowling and is intended as a fun way to practice my writing. Thank you for reading :D

-----

~~~ * ~~~ * ~~~ * ~~~ * ~~~

Heather woke with a start, realizing it was officially the first day of classes. She quickly ran to the bathrooms, took a bath, brushed out her hair for once, and brushed her teeth all before anyone she knew was actually up. She exited just in time for Pansy to wake up and walked out into the common book with her bag, successfully avoiding her entirely.

She was heading to the door when she spotted Marcus talking to two Slytherin boys she didn’t recognize. She spotted an open seat close to Marcus and sat down, taking out her new potions guide to pretend to look through.

“– Right. That shouldn’t be a problem. They’re usually the first to hold them. I doubt the Gryffindor captain will hold any this year since no one’s left, so I’ll see soon enough. Probably after the Hufflepuffs hold theirs.”

“Can’t wait.”

The three boys passed by and Heather’s mouth fell open. It was Graham Montague and Cassius Warrington who were talking to Marcus. She was pretty sure they were fifth years now, and they were huge. They must have been working out all summer long. She was puny compared to them and probably had better chances at becoming the next Seeker than being a Chaser again.

Draco walked out of the boys’ dormitories, so she quickly put her guide away and caught up to him just as he exited the door with his friends.

“Draco! I think Graham and Cassius are going to try out for chasers this year,” she walked beside him waiting for him to say anything, but he just shrugged. “What, you won’t help me?”

“Potter, just face it. You can’t beat any of them. You should be glad, actually. We’ll have better chances at winning this year,” he laughed and walked on with his friends.

“Fine. I don’t need your help.” She slung her bag over her shoulder and headed over to Gryffindor tower.

After a few minutes of waiting by the portrait hole, Hermione, Harry, and Ron came out and they walked down to the great hall for breakfast. There were less spots open but Heather managed to squeeze into the Gryffindor table like always.

“Oh man,” Ron put several muffins on his plate and started picking at all of them. “I hope our schedules aren’t awful this year.”

Heather giggled, “They weren’t bad last year. You and Harry just need to do your assignments not last minute.”

Hermione nodded and covered her mouth, “I agree. This year we’ll make sure you two – ”

“Hey, Potter!”

They turned towards the Slytherin table.

“Don’t forget a pillow in case you feint again!”

Draco laughed at his friend’s joke and pretended to feint onto Crabbe.

Pansy stood up. “Oooooo! Careful! The dementors are out to get you, Potter!”

Hermione knocked on the table, turning their attention back to her. “Ignore them. They aren’t funny.”

“I don’t know how you can stand to be a Slytherin,” Ron glared down at his half-eaten muffins.

“Slytherin isn’t the problem. It’s just stupid Pansy and Malfoy.”

Harry put his hands up, “We all know that. They’re trying to make us mad. We can’t let them make us mad.”

Hermione smiled, “Precisely. Oh! Here come our schedules!”

Professor McGonagall went by handing them out to her Gryffindors and walked back to the High Table. Professor Snape was much slower with his, and she had to stand up to go get hers. She cleared her throat behind him and caught the paper as he dropped it over his shoulder.

“Were the Weasleys out of flying cars this year?” Professor Snape looked over his shoulder at her, glaring.

She held her head up higher and mumbled a thank you before returning to her seat to unfold the schedule. She looked over her shoulder again and sighed, “I’m never going to beat Malfoy.”

Ron laughed, “You should just face the fact that no one can kiss Snape’s shoes better than Malfoy, and focus on other classes like Harry and me.”

“And what classes are you two focusing on?” Hermione laughed.

Harry unfolded his schedule, “Magical Creatures looks promising…”

Ron shook his head, “Fred and George tell me Divination is the class we’ll like. They said it’s the easiest class – ”

“Hogwarts classes aren’t EASY. I bet Divination is going to be challenging and very informative.”

They all ignored Hermione’s intense optimism for classes. Heather unfolded her own schedule and was very happy to find all their classes lined up. She bit her lip and reached for Hermione’s, looking at all the classes listed one after the other. “How many classes are you taking?”

She pulled it back before Heather could look too closely at it, “All of them. They all looked so interesting I couldn’t pick and…”

Ron snatched the schedule from her, “You’re sounding like Percy when he – hey! Some of these you can’t even go to – ”

Hermione pulled it away again and stuffed it in her bag. “Will you two stop worrying about my classes? I talked to Professor McGonagall and she approved all of these.”

Heather and Ron looked at each other but left Hermione alone the rest of breakfast. What did she care if Hermione’s schedule was all messed up? If anything, Hermione would be putting less time in herbology and potions which would mean less competition.

They had to venture into a part of the castle they hadn’t yet seen or been in before. They went through corridor after corridor trying to ask portraits for directions and it was a suit of armor that finally pointed them the right way.

They found the north tower stairs and started their climb all the way to the very top. It would have been much faster if there were only one set of spiral stairs, but there were at least four. One of them led half way up and then took them back down, the other one started on a different second floor corridor and led to a third one that only went to the other side of the very same tower. The fourth one had steps that retreated into the wall, so they had to quickly descend to the landing at the halfway point.

“Who built this castle!” Ron sat on the landing and huffed hot air out, trying to cool down.

“We should just ask for directions,” Harry pushed everyone back down the steps.

They stepped off at the third floor and looked for a painting. Heather spotted one and called everyone back. A tiny knight on a horse rode passed yelling and screaming half-intimidating things until he calmed down after getting flung of his horse.

“Err… how do we get to the top of the north tower?” Harry pointed up as if to let the knight know he knew the direction they should be heading was ‘up’.

The little knight rubbed his metal gloves together and nodded, “Indeed! Follow! Lost children, follow me!” He hopped back on his horse and ran to the left and disappeared.

They stood around until they realized they could follow the sound of clanking metal and bolted after what they assumed to be him. There were a few paintings where they could spot him momentarily, glad to see it was still him they were chasing. They ran across the corridor to the fourth floor and to a new set of spiral stairs in a much more contained and compact chamber that looked to lead all the way up.

“Our quest is now complete! Good day! And should you need Sir Cadogan…” he rode off, his voice trailing quietly behind him.

They took a break at the base of the stairs until more third years sounded around the corner and before they got stuck in a giant crowd on the tight stairs, they started the climb for the fifth time. They rested against the white painted stone walls of the landing and looked around as more students made it.

Heather looked over some heads and spotted Neville looking confused and disoriented. “Neville!” she waved at him, “Here!”

He made his way, looking relieved to find them. “I thought I was going to be late. My shoelace got stuck on a stair when it pulled in. You’d think there were six north towers…”

Ron pat his shoulder, still unable to say anything until his breathing regulated.

Harry looked at the time on his watch, “Class is soon but… where’s the door? Is it going to reveal itself when the clock chimes or – ”

A shabby brown door above their heads opened inwards and a shiny silver ladder fell onto the floor with a thud right behind Neville. He jumped back and looked up.

“Well go on…” Hermione pushed him up.

One by one they climbed and stepped into what looked like a circular attic with tiny windows all over the wall like picture frames, letting in odd colors of light. There were circular tea tables everywhere with two chairs per table and a circular base in the middle that reflected as clearly as any mirror. The windows all closed suddenly and lamps turned on, glowing dimly behind sheer red scarves.

They squinted and made their way into their seats next to one another. Ron and Harry in one, and Heather and Hermione in the other. Everyone waited for something else to happen but for a long minute nothing did, except mist seamed to be coming up from creaking floorboards.

“Class! Welcome!” a woman’s voice boomed loudly.

“Where is she?” Ron looked around and almost jumped out of his seat when one of the colored curtains moved and revealed their teacher.

She waved her arms as the curtains slid off her on her way to the center of the circular room. She adjusted her glasses and folded her hands in front of her, smiling widely at everyone. Her glasses were huge on her head and very think and round. She looked like an owl that had been dropped in expired glitter and vintage streamers.

“So, we physically meet,” she looked every student in the eyes. “Let’s sit and let our spirits converse!” Being the only one standing, she sat down on her small cushioned reading chair and drank some tea off her table. She moved her beady necklaces around to jungle and closed her eyes, breathing in some of the mist.

“Hmm,” Hermione tilted her head at the teacher.

“Hmm?” Heather wanted to ask what on earth that meant. Hermione was frowning and had her arms crossed in front of her.

“I am Professor Trelawney and I will be teaching you the very serious art of Divination.” She took out the divination textbook as if to talk about it but set it back down. “I must warn you all. Before we get into this class, you must know just how serious and difficult this art is. In fact, I would say the most difficult.” She pushed up her glasses again. “Some of you,” she looked at several students, “will have the necessary ability like me. Some of you… have the Sight. So, no matter how hard you study… many of you will not be able to venture into the field of divination ever.”

Ron and Harry looked up at them and raised their brows. Heather and Hermione stuck their tongues out and told them to turn around and pay attention. Heather couldn’t believe it was day one and she might already be doing worse than others just because she’s used to studying things hard. How could the textbook not be enough?

Professor Trelawney stood up and looked around. “Let’s allow for your physical beings to meet your partners for the class, although spiritually I’m sure we have all met. Go on.”

Heather turned around to Hermione. “Hello, this is my physical being talking.”

Hermione crossed her arms again, unamused. “What did she mean about the studying bit? Why would she make us buy a textbook that wouldn’t help?”

She shrugged, “Maybe it’s just required? Like for potions?”

“Oh my,” Professor Trelawney approached Neville. “Your grandmother is looking quite ill.”

Neville shrunk back in his seat, “She was fine yesterday…”

“I’d check on her.” She tapped her chin and pressed her lips staring at Neville. She turned her attention away, continuing with class. “This term we will be covering many things… Beginning with Tea leaf reading, which will likely be very difficult for many students – ” She turned to a Gryffindor girl near the front and bent down close to her table. “You should beware a red-haired man, dear.”

The Gryffindor girl turned to look at Ron with the rest of the class.

Ron’s ears went red. He frowned. “Technically my hair’s orange.”

Harry’s tried muffling his laugh, “But in certain lights…”

Ron gave him a mean look as Professor Trelawney took the center of the room again and everyone but the very concerned Gryffindor girl turned their attention back.

“The next term we will be looking at crystal balls. Palmistry will be a very interesting subject. And I hope to finish fire omens – they’re very, very insightful – but with the flu everyone will be dealing with in February who’s to say. Of course, I’ll lose my voice which will be another interruption and some time around Easter someone here will leave us forever.”

Heather looked around at everyone else who, too, were scanning the room for any hints of who that might be. She looked at Neville and he shook his head, but she wasn’t so sure. Last year Professor Snape said they’d be brewing more explosive potions this year and she doubted he’d have suddenly gotten less clumsy over the summer.

“Now, we should get ready. You dear,” she pointed at a different Gryffindor girl, “Please pass me that silver teapot just behind you.”

The girl looked relieved and stood to grab it, handing it carefully as if coming into contact might trigger a prediction. Unfortunately for her, it looked like Professor Trelawney already had a prediction ready for her.

“I see that you’re dreading something. Well I’m so very sorry to say but on Friday the sixteenth of October, it will happen.” She smiled and took the tea pot down to her table by the fireplace and cushioned chair, sitting and sliding her teacup nearer. “Now, there are teacups on that shelf so please everyone collect one and come down to the teapot to fill it.”

Heather stood up with Hermione and followed Harry and Ron up to the teacup shelf with everyone else.

“Can you believe anything she’s saying?” Ron whispered, looking back at Professor Trelawney who was staring down at her teacup, swirling her tea. “Now everyone’s going to hate me and my hair isn’t even actually red!”

Heather put a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. “Very unfortunate prediction.”

“You looked at me when she said someone would leave forever,” Neville leaned into them.

Heather sighed, “Just be careful this year with your ingredient labeling, ok?”

The line was moving fast and they managed to all get their teacups, fill them from the floating teapot by Professor Trelawney, and return to their seats.

Harry leaned back and whispered to Heather, “What if it has to do with Black.”

“What?” Heather groaned and shook her head violently. “Harry don’t start now. If we stay in the castle how could we get hurt?”

He shrugged and turned back as Professor Trelawney as she stood and continued on about how to properly prepare the leaves. Heather drank until the leaves were lightly coated in tea and swirled it around three times with her left hand like she had instructed. Everyone placed their teacup upside down on the saucer and waited a few minutes for more liquid to drain down.

“Please switch with your table partner and interpret the patterns. Page five of the textbook will be helpful for this if you do not yet have the Sight. Oh and,” she turned to look at Neville again, “make sure to grab a blue teacup after you’ve broken that one. Thank you.”

Neville nodded and reached over to give his cup to his table partner but it slipped out of his hands and toppled to the floor, breaking into several sharp pieces. The class started laughing, and Heather did her best to hold it in for him out of support which Harry and Ron couldn’t manage to do even when Hermione give them very stern looks. Neville stood to get his second teacup and start all over.

Heather swapped cups with Hermione and laughed, “What if it tells me something really embarrassing? Should I pretend not to have noticed?”

Hermione rolled her eyes, “It won’t tell you anything. They’re just tea leaves.”

Heather opened ‘Unfogging the Future’ to page five and ran her finger down to look for any familiar clumpings. She stared at the tea leaves that were slowly gathering back at the center bottom from being tipped upside down and she wasn’t sure if she should wait for them to settle.

From her chair Professor Trelawney cried out, “Look past the ordinary of the world and into the extraordinary! Broaden your minds!”

Hermione huffed and frowned into Heather’s cup trying to search for something. Heather turned the cup around and spotted a clump that looked a bit like a blade of grass or maybe a curved stick or string. She looked for any type of swirly line resembling that and found at least five that could work.

“So… I think maybe you’ll fall down or something? Or something will fall around you… making you sad? And,” she looked for two clumped circles to the left of the cup, “and something about running.”

Hermione sighed and set the teacup down, “According to this you’re going to get swallowed up by something small.”

“Right. I’ll look out for that.” She glanced down at Harry and Ron who were doing a very poor job at stifling their laughs. “Will you two take it seriously?”

Ron covered his mouth with his arm and Harry half snorted and nodded, trying to look through the options again. Unfortunately for Harry, Professor Trelawney heard him and came up to see what all the fuss was.

“Let’s see your prediction, dear.”

Harry cleared his throat and looked down into the teacup. “This lump here means trials and suffering,” he checked the book, “and this one is happiness… so he’s going to suffer… but be happy about it.”

The class started laughing quietly and Professor Trelawney took Harry’s teacup from Ron. As she studied it everyone looked over intently. She moved her fingers over the mouth of it as if counting and muttered to herself.

“The great falcon, my dear. You have a deadly enemy.” She set the cup down and pressed her lips shut into a line.

“But everyone already knows that. Everyone knows about Harry and You-Know-Who.” Hermione sunk further into her chair under the eyes of the whole class and Professor Trelawney.

Heather stared at her wide-eyed. She couldn’t believe Hermione had just spoken out like that. And to a teacher, no less.

Professor Trelawney looked back down at Harry’s cup, ignoring Hermione’s outburst, and turned it clockwise. “I see here the club, meaning you’ll face an attack. And, oh dear, this is a very sad cup.” She leaned in closer and frowned. She turned it one more time and gasped very loud and sharp suddenly. She twisted it slightly and screamed, almost throwing the cup back down on the saucer. “Oh dear, dear boy… no… I shouldn’t say… It would be better that way.”

Harry took his cup and looked into it, shrugging at Ron.

One of Harry’s dorm mates, Dean, raised his hand but spoke anyways. “What is it?”

Several people were leaning over trying to look into Harry’s cup. He placed it back upside down on the saucer.

“What I saw… My dear, you’ve received the Grim.” Professor Trelawney shook her head sadly and picked the cup back up to examine it more.

Some people were looking around confused and others had clapped their hands to their mouths.

“What’s the Grim?” Harry looked up at Heather who shrugged.

“The Grim? Dear, it’s… It’s a giant spectral dog that haunts churchyards! It’s a very serious omen! It’s… the worst… It’s an omen of death!”

Heather closed her eyes and sighed. Of course Harry had to get a death omen. And of a scary dog like the one they’d seen. Now she was sure he’d be overthinking everything again. She turned to look at Hermione and saw she was gone from her chair. She looked back down and saw Hermione looking over Professor Trelawney’s shoulder.

Hermione shook her head. “It doesn’t look like the Grim at all.”

Professor Trelawney set the teacup down and crossed her arms, looking Hermione up and down. “Your aura… it’s very small and weak. That would explain why you are unable to be receptive around the art of divination. I would suggest meditation to increase your reception of the future.”

Dean was squinting into the teacup pulling it away and bringing it back, “No I see it. There, like this… but then again if you hold it out here it looks like a donkey…”

Heather stood up and took the cup from him to inspect it herself. She looked down and saw a clumpy mush of wet leaves. “I don’t see anything.”

Dean turned the cup around for Heather and pointed. “See those ears?”

“Are we done deciding if I’m gonna die or not?” Harry took back his teacup and hugged it tight so no one else could see inside it.

“I think we shall finish this class early today. Pack up and put the teacups in the back.” Professor Trelawney looked at Hermione one last time and walked back to her chair.

Everyone packed up and silently left the classroom.

Hermione still looked very upset as they were making their way down the spiral stairs. “It wasn’t the Grim. It was a mushy clump. She only said that because she’s heard of you and would have known about last year and the year before.”

“I agree.” Heather bumped Harry encouragingly.

He nodded but kept quiet the rest of the way down. They stood outside the transfiguration class in silence until more students gathered and Professor McGonagall let them in. Harry immediately sat down in the back and Hermione grumbled but didn’t say anything.

As class went on it was hard to pay attention to Professor McGonagall when Harry was looking so down. She took extra detailed notes for him since all he was doing was doodling in his notebook. Class was coming to an end and Professor McGonagall got to the last listed subject they would learn about.

Professor McGonagall circled the last word on the chalkboard and turned to the class, “Animagi. That is the name for wizards who can transform into animals, at will.”

Heather’s ears perked up. That definitely sounded cool.

Professor McGonagall continued, “The transformation process is very dangerous and any wizard who wishes to attempt it should have a healer standing by. Animagi are registered with the Ministry for safety. We shall touch more on this later in the year.”

Out of the corner of Heather’s eye she saw Harry drop his head on his desk. She looked around and saw several eyes looking over at him. Even sitting in the back he was getting lots of attention. She turned back to Professor McGonagall and just caught her mid-transformation from a cat back to herself.

“Really? Not that it matters but this is the first class no one has clapped…”

Hermione raised her hand. “We’ve just had our divination class and – ”

“Ah.” Professor McGonagall leaned on her desk and shook her head, fixing her hair. “And, may I ask, which one of you is it that’s supposed to be dying?”

After a minute Harry broke the silence, “I am.”

“Of course. Well let me inform you all… Professor Trelawney has predicted the death of a student every year. Not one of those predictions has ever come true. Seeing death omens is her way of greeting each new class. I don’t speak ill of colleagues… so I will leave it there.” Her nostrils flared as she sighed and shook her head. “There are some branches of magic that are incredibly imprecise. True Seers are very rare to find, and Professor Trelawney – Well.” She looked over at Harry, “You look in fine health, Mr. Potter. And I shall expect your homework in on time, however, if you die, I won’t take off points from Gryffindor for your late work.”

The class laughed and spirits were higher than they’ve been in the last two hours. Harry was back to talking as they made their way down to the great hall and Heather was sure Professor McGonagall had fixed whatever Professor Trelawney had done. They sat down for lunch together, but Ron was still looking unsure.

After they had all started eating, Ron turned to Harry. “And you’re sure you haven’t seen the Grim anywhere?”

Heather groaned.

“I have.” Harry set his fork down.

“What!” Ron stared at him.

“He has not! We saw a stray dog. And I didn’t even recognize it as a dog when I saw it.”

“There are lots of strays everywhere, Harry.”

Ron shook his head, “If he’s really seen a Grim then that’s very serious! My uncle died of one!”

Hermione laughed. “He died of seeing a Grim?”

“No he died after.”

“Look. Divination seems like its all guesswork and coincidences. It’s no different than with muggle fortune telling.”

“Sure. If you don’t have the Sight.” Ron stabbed his stew.

Hermione huffed, “You didn’t even see the Grim when you read his tea leaves! Divination is all nonsense.”

“You just don’t like things you’re bad at. Professor Trelawney said your aura was too weak for divinations.”

Heather and Harry stared at each other.

Hermione stood up from the table, “If being good means pretending to see nonsense in wet clumpy leaves then I’m not sure I want to study it any longer. My arithmancy class was way better!” She took her bag and walked away out of the great hall.

They all stared at her as she turned the corner out of sight.

Heather turned back. “Did she say she’d been to her arithmancy class?”

Ron frowned, “She can’t have been.”

They continued eating in silence. Heather went over Hermione’s schedule in her head. She couldn’t have been to arithmancy. That was at the same time as Divinations. The rest of the day studying and doing homework with Harry and Ron was very boring and quiet. Ron was upset, Harry was thinking to himself probably about that Grim, and Heather couldn’t figure out when Hermione would have had the time for her extra class.

By the end of the day Heather was extremely tired with all the worrying and thinking from the most eventful first day they’d had yet. She hadn’t seen Hermione since she left and wished she had asked more questions about her classes. With a groan she dropped to the floor after everyone in her dorm was asleep and did barely any exercises before crawling back into bed. She closed her eyes and hoped classes tomorrow would go smoother.

~~~ * ~~~ * ~~~ * ~~~ * ~~~

Chapter List

<-- Last chapter Next chapter -->

-----

@lokilover-39

@halcyonrogers

@krazykatkay456

@lady-of-black-roses

@writingmi

-----

#harry potter #heather potter #pro snape #severus snape x oc #severus snape x reader #severus x reader #severus x oc #snape x oc #snape x reader #snape fanfic #snape fanfiction #snape fan fiction #fanfic #fanfiction #fan fiction

18 notes · View notes

kirbychan234 · 4 years

Text

Something Lost, Something Found

Read it on AO3

A fic based on @abnormallynicehere‘s older au. Their art is fantastic, so you should all give it a look!

Neku groaned and rubbed his temples; he could already feel the impending headache.

He loved Shiki, really he did, but it was way too early in the morning for her bubbly personality. And the ringtone Neku had picked out for her suddenly made him regret every life decision he ever made in his life. “What?”

“Sheesh, good morning to you too, Mr. Grumpy-pants.”

Neku double-checked the time on his phone before he put it back to his ear. “Shiki, it’s like 7:30 in the morning. You know I’m not a morning person.”

“Yeah but you don’t have classes today, and I wanted to catch you before you got too busy!” The excitement in her voice would have been charming if he wasn’t still half-asleep. “You’re free later, right? Can we get together? I wanted to show you and the others something.”

The others – meaning Beat and Rhyme probably. And if they were going, then he probably didn’t have a choice in the matter. “Besides, it just…feels like we should do something today, you know?”

“Why?”

There was a brief moment of silence on the other end of the line. “Neku, don’t you know what today is?”

This was getting dangerously close to something he had a feeling he wasn’t ready for. “Uh…”

“Come on. It’s the five-year anniversary of when we came back to life.”

Oh.

Neku was suddenly a little more awake. He finally sat up in bed. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. And it’s been way too long since the four of us hung out together, so…”

Right. Despite his lingering irritation, Neku couldn’t help but smile. “I get it,” he replied. “Usual spot at the usual time?”

He could picture Shiki beaming so easily. “Yeah! We’ll see you there! Thanks Neku!”

Neku couldn’t help but think there was no reason to thank him when they hung up. It wasn’t like he really did or said anything special. This day was kind of a big deal after all, so of course he’d hang out with his friends.

Still. “Five years…damn.” 1,826 days since he was revived, and 1,802 days since he’d seen…

‘No, don’t go down that road again, Neku,’ he reminded himself bitterly. ‘You’re past this. You’ve moved on.’

But goddamn if it still didn’t ache.

Neku glanced out the window. ‘I wonder how you’re doing…’

“Look!” Shiki proudly sat Mr. Mew on their shared table.

“Oh, you found your pig,” Neku joked, and promptly received an elbow jab from Shiki in retaliation. It made him laugh anyway. Making fun of Mr. Mew never got old, no matter what Shiki said.

“’s cool you found ‘in,” Beat said in between bites. It was pretty disgusting, and Neku wished desperately that Beat would learn to stop doing that after all these years. Ugh.

He was surprised when Rhyme actually ignored Beat’s bad manners. Instead, she beamed at Shiki. “Yeah, that’s great! Where did you finally find him?”

“So you’ll never believe this-” Shiki cut herself off with a laugh. “He was flopped over in the back of my closet. I don’t even remember going in there with him!”

For a brief moment, Neku wondered if Mr. Mew could still move on his own…nah. That wasn’t possible, not in the RG anyway, right? “Oh, and that’s not all!” Shiki held out her hand and all eyes were drawn to the ring on her thumb.

It looked incredibly familiar. “Hey, isn’t that…”

“Yeah! I finally found the ring Eri gave me!” It was just one of her simple silver bands, but the sentimental value couldn’t be measured in words. Shiki had been beside herself when she had lost it, and she couldn’t look at Eri in the eyes for weeks. “I thought I lost it for good, but you know what? Mr. Mew was lying right on top of it when I found him!”

Huh. Maybe he spoke too soon, Neku mused. “Whoa. That’s like some UG shit or somethin’, ain’t it?” Beat finally had the decency to swallow his food before speaking. “Maybe?”

“Maybe,” Shiki replied with a shrug. “But I dunno. Mr. Mew’s always been kind of weird like that. Whenever something happens with him, I always feel like…”

“Premonitions, right?” Neku spoke up as he sat down his chopsticks. “You told me about them before.”

Beat and Rhyme’s eyes were drawn back to Shiki, and she nodded after a bit. “Yeah. But I think this is a good omen this time. Finding something you lost can never be bad, right?”

Maybe. It was hard to say, but Shiki hadn’t ever been wrong about this sort of thing before. Neku sighed and sipped his drink, quietly listening to Beat and Rhyme asking her questions.

Well, whoever the omen was directed at, hopefully they’d appreciate it.

Neku probably should have learned by now to trust Shiki’s instinct.

The scramble was as busy as ever, and it was a miracle Neku had even seen him at all. Or maybe it wasn’t…

He only saw him for a brief second, but to Neku, it felt like time had stopped. Those eyes, that smile – Neku cold never forget them for the rest of his life, no matter how hard he tried. “J-!”

But as soon as the second was over, his target was swallowed by the crowd of people. Neku knew he did it on purpose, the bastard. A second wasn’t nearly enough time, but now…

No. Not again. He wasn’t getting away that easily. “JOSHUA!”

He broke away from his group of friends, ignoring their surprised calls to him, and dashed through the crowds. People yelled, some might have even gotten knocked over, but Neku ignored them too. This was way too important.

The bastard kept walking, but Neku didn’t give up. Finally, he managed to grab a thin and familiar wrist, and the both of them stopped in their tracks.

The people around them stared, and neither moved. But eventually, slowly, Joshua turned to face the other with a small smile. “Hello Neku.”

Neku felt his heart lurch. He looked – and sounded – exactly the way he remembered. “It…it is you…”

The crowd had started moving again, and Neku could faintly detect Shiki, Beat, and Rhyme all behind him. Right now though, all he could focus on was the one he hadn’t seen in five whole years.

Joshua hummed, and then looked Neku up and down. “You’ve certainly gotten taller,” he said, tone bordering on amusement.

That was all he had to say? Seriously? “I-” Neku wanted to be mad. He wanted to be so goddamn pissed at the asshole who vanished for five years, then suddenly reappeared like nothing ever happened.

But…he couldn’t. Instead of anger, all Neku felt was relief. “You-”

Without warning, Neku pulled Joshua’s wrist forward before tightly wrapping his arms around him. He felt Josh freeze in his hold, like he was expecting something else. Hitting probably, but Neku couldn’t bring himself to do that either. “Oh?” Josh’s soft voice carried through the crowd of people. “A public display of affection, Neku? How unlike you.”

Neku only held him tighter. “Shut up, you asshole!”

A small chuckle rang out. God, he’d even missed that annoying laugh of his too. Neku felt himself start to tremble, despite his grievances. “Neku, are you…crying?”

He was. Neku realized this was the second time he cried in front of Joshua. He hated it. “No…”

With another laugh, Joshua finally started to relax in Neku’s hold. Slowly he rose his hands up to rest on Neku’s back, and Neku sighed in relief. He was here, he was real.

A full fifteen seconds passed with neither man letting go nor saying anything. Finally, Joshua shifted, and one of his hands fell back to his side. “Are you going to let go of me?” He asked.

Neku wondered if Josh could feel how fast his heart sped up at those words. “If I do, are you just gonna vanish again?”

On his back, Joshua’s remaining hand twitch, like Neku had struck a nerve somewhere. Good, served him right for all he put him through. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“What the hell do you think it means?” Neku pulled back but kept his hands on Josh’s shoulders. He couldn’t let him go, not yet, not until he was certain. His eyes were red and puffy, and dried tear streaks stained his cheeks, but he was determined if nothing else. “You’re smart. Use your brain.”

Joshua didn’t look amused, but eventually he sighed. “Fine. We’ll talk later.”

“Why not right now?”

“Well I do have a city to run, Neku,” Josh replied with a smug smile, one that make Neku’s heart do flips. “I’m not even supposed to be here right now, but I did want to congratulate you on five years.”

So he remembered. For some reason that made Neku happy, and the mental image of Mr. H tracking down the runaway Composer only made it better. “Thanks,” he said, and he truly meant it. “So I’ll see you soon then? When you’re not so busy?”

“Yes.”

“Promise me, Josh? You won’t disappear for another five years, right?”

Joshua was quiet for far too long, and Neku almost feared the answer. But eventually, Joshua’s smile turned sincere, and he nodded. “Promise. I won’t disappear without warning again. You can expect to hear from me soon.”

That was all he could ask for. Reluctantly, Neku let his hands drop from Josh’s shoulders. “Okay.”

“Don’t look like such a kicked puppy. I said I’d be back soon, didn’t I? You can at least take my word on that.” For now, that was all Joshua seemed to be able to say. If Neku didn’t know any better, he almost looked shaken up, and that honestly made him feel pretty damn proud.

Josh gave a small wave and faded back into the crowd. Against his better judgement, Neku believed him. Damn that charming smile of his.

“You’d better keep your promise…”

#Kirby writes #the world ends with you #twewy #joshneku #joshua kiryu #neku sakuraba #abnormallynicehere #my writing is extremely rusty #but i hope this brings a smile to your face :>

78 notes · View notes

franeridart · 5 years

Text

Anon said: Roses are red! Scarlet Death Queen Witch! Please tell me if your okay! Ice cream Sandwich!? 🍨(Seriously, I miss her)💖💖💖 // I also miss Mako and Taiyou too. Can't forget about them. 💘💘💘💘 // NORI! I FORGOT NORI! I'm so sorry nori. 😭😭

Awwwwww to be fair lately if I wanna draw ocs I’ll end up drawing the ones not tied to a fandom, sorry anon! It’s just the mood I’m in!! But thank you so much for missing my kids T^T

Anon said: First, your good omens piece is freaking cute. I've always loved your style. Second, a while back I lost all but 2 stickers I'd bought from your redbubble, which made me so upset, BUT I finally have a little money to spend on myself, so I just bought 6 stickers, to begin replacing what I lost, and to get the ones I haven't had before. Also, some designs I'll get as notebooks, instead (like the winter fantasy au kiribaku), and maybe replace the bag i had, too. SUPER EXCITED!!

AHH!!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!! I’m so so glad you like my stuff enough to want to buy it, holy heck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 I hope you’ll like them once they’ll get to you!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said: Hey, just wanted to say your art is incredible and I always get super excited when I'm notified that you posted something! Your style is so cute and cool!! Def keep up the good work 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻Also, you're so nice to everyone who sends you asks. You're just really amazing 😊

!!!!!!! Gosh anon thank you so much TT^TT you’re definitely the nice one out of the two of us!!! 💕💕💕💕💕

Anon said: What do you mean your style is too anime to do something, fite me

(ง •̀_•́)ง

(seriously tho, thank you T^T I just mean that it feels weird to draw irl people since everything looks so soft and young and round in my style hahaha)

Anon said: OMG! OMG! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I LIVED TO SEE THOSE TWO IN YOUR STYLE. THEY'RE PERFECT! LIKE, NEW-LOCK-SCREEN-ASAP-SO-I-CAN-CONSTANTLY-STARE-AT-IT TYPE OF PERFECT. OMG! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR OBLIGING!

You’re very very very welcome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m so glad you liked it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 💕💕💕

Anon said: Hey what got you into my hero academia

Oh now this is one heck of a question.......one long ass story............ one thing that happened long enough ago that I lost the details of............................

Jk, so pretty much I was looking for something new to read and they had just announced bnha s1 and I was like yo neat lemme check this thing out, sounds good! and then I read up to chapter three and I couldn’t go on cause Deku was just too annoying to me. Yeah.

Then the anime started airing and at the same time opm s1 did too! and a lot of people started going on and on and on about how bnha was the Superior Hero Anime and how opm didn’t hold a candle to it, and I actually really liked opm so I was like, I really don’t want anything to do with this fandom (to be fair, opm fans were doing the same with bnha, but back then I was into opm and had already a bad first impression of bnha, so there’s that)

Fast forward a couple of months and a friend got really into bnha, like, really into bnha, and started a crusade in trying to get me to read it cause “just give it another chance, it’s exactly your thing!!!!” (I mean, she was right) and then she started sending me characters from it and random facts about them to try and get me into at least one of them enough to get me to try the manga again - and she managed it! mostly with Tokoyami, of all people (I’m an edgelord and also very into non-human designs, what can I do) - hadn’t my impression of bnha been as bad as it was I think she would have managed it the second she sent Bakugou around, ngl 🤔 but it was bad enough that even Bakugou’s nice face and wonderful trivia facts couldn’t get me to fall for it (also cause I had already read the first three chapters and Bakugou had been there and had been wonderful but not wonderful enough to make me overlook just how annoying Deku was so, you know)

so I picked up the manga again, pretty sure I would drop it again but willing to reach at least the sports fest (since it was were I had been told Tokoyami started Doing Things) and then I reached chapter 11, and Bakugou cried, and I realized I was done. Forever. No way of getting out of this again, I would have read that manga for that shouty emotional hedgehog even if the rest of the cast had been absolute crap.

but yeah so long story short Tokoyami got me into bnha.

#fran answers #doing it like this cause last time tmblr wouldn't let me put the answer under cut #crossing my fingers and hoping for this to work #long post #in case it doesn't

464 notes · View notes

thankchaosforspellcheck · 4 years

Text

Genius omens au

(aka a Girl Genius/Good Omens crossover because I’m not gonna stop being on this kick until something better comes out. Which nothing has yet.)

So I’ve got at least 2 ideas for this AU, first one goes like this:

Crowley and Aziraphale are both low-rung minions for competing families. Neither are from canon, and while one of them prides themselves on the “help” they spread to the local commoners, the other on the chaos. (they are both pretty chaotic, honestly).

Gabriel and Beelzebub are top-ranked minions who mostly handle all the paperwork.

The actual sparks never appear. The spark for Aziraphale’s family (who is essentially god) is too busy producing brilliant inventions to help the world... and then forgetting to include any instructions or telling anyone how they work. (She actually does this on purpose, as a bit of an experiment to see if anyone will ever actually ask her how they work & to see if they can work it out on their own) Meanwhile, the spark for Crowley’s family (Lucifer) creates horrific inventions meant to insight chaos and disaster on all those who are within it’s aim! ...Which would be a lot easier to do if he had neater handwriting. Or used less obscure scientific terminology. Or didn’t spill coffee on half of it!

So Aziraphale & Crowley’s jobs are essentially to go out and try to figure out how the inventions work without getting themselves killed (the latter bit’s more for Aziraphale for Crowley, honestly. And even then they only say that because they’re the “good guys”, not because they actually mean it), as well as to try to prevent the neighboring family from using their’s.

They are surprisingly good at their jobs though.

Like, weirdly so.

Everyone kind of assumed they were gonna be dead within the first week like all the past minions were.

(what they don’t know, is that they have 2 advantages on everyone else:

1. they met almost immediately and both went “oh shit he’s hot, hEY WHY DON’T I HELP YOU WITH THAT” and not only figured out how each other’s devices worked, but also realized that they negate each other (ex: one is meant to end world hunger, the other is meant to cause massive famines, together they make all the farms have solidly mediocre years)

2. they are actually both minor sparks, not that either has realized it yet. See, Aziraphale’s breakthrough was probably the quietest breakthrough in the history of the world and Crowley just kinda vaguely sauntered his way through a breakthrough, and everyone else was too distracted by the latest disaster to notice (Aziraphale’s breakthrough sparkwork was a quick fix he did on the flaming sword he was given by the family spark (It was so easy, I hardly needed to be a spark to do it) which he immediately gave away to the Spark’s daughter (who’s as mundane as you get) since she’s going to be traveling through the wilderness with her husband. Crowley’s was the Bentley, which is a horseless carriage he bought off a passing spark and fixed up in his spare time (look, there was barely anything wrong with it. I just did a bit of tinkering here, welded a few wires together there, and after some polishing and a good wax she was good as new! Took me forever to finish ‘er anyways, a spark’d hardly take an hour to do what I did).

Both of them have noticed that the other is a spark and revert to minioning when the other gets in a fugue. Neither notices when the other is minioning while in said fugue, and they never actually bring the sparking out up. Because they’re idiots.

Now, The second idea (under the cut because boy howdy did this get long!):

They are both still oblivious minor spark minions (because I just think think this fits them really well) But this time it’s with some known families

Crowley is a Heterodyne Jager, though not one of the ones that’s particularly noticed by people (not one of the oldest, but not young enough for, say, Bill or Barry to have seen him take the Draught)

You know how 99.9% of Jagers take the draught because they are just so devoted to the cause and want to serve the Heterodynes for the rest of eternity? Well Crowley’s that .1% that did it because everyone else was chanting “DO IT DO IT” at the time and he was just like “Welp, it’s not like I have anything else to do” and downed it.

(He’s possibly the only spark to take and survive the drought, no one has any fucking idea so he’s just considered as one of the minor foot soldiers. Which is probably all the better for him, since he would have been on a dissection table in 5 seconds flat otherwise)

He looks more or less like he does in the show, just with scales under his clothes, black claws on his hands (which he generally hides with gloves, and some fairly small (for a Jager) fangs. He definitely still has sunglasses, and if asked claims either “they look cool” or “I’ve got an eye condition and I don’t want a spark to make it worse or put lasers in” depending on who he’s talking to and how much they’ve annoyed him. He also grew some black wings some time after he drank the draught (which, if the Heterodyne knew about, they would be extremely interested in) which he keeps under his clothes and extremely close to his back.

He also doesn’t have too much of a Mechanicsburg accent since he kinda just fucked off on the first mission out of town and away from the Heterodyne that he could get (look he loves his master and thinks they’re creations are fascinating but that doesn’t mean he actually wants their attention)

he’s also part of the same batch that Beelzebub, Hastur, and Ligur came from and hates all of them.

Meanwhile, Aziraphale is a minion of the House of Valois, and has been for quite some time.

See, around the same time as Crowley was made a Jager, someone from the Storm King’s line (probably a von Blitzengaard) Decided that enough was enough and they were going to make their own Super soldiers (but prettier! and with wings and a melodious voice like an angelic choir and-!)

Aziraphale was the only survivor.

(He was not what the creator was aiming for.)

He also looks more or less like he does in canon, with beautiful white wings and white curly hair. He looks strangely normal for someone who went through a version of the draught, honestly. He does, however, still have the increased strength, durability, stamina, and whatever else the brau includes. It just showed up at a much slower rate, so it was put down as a bad job and discarded.

(the reason he survived is because he was the only one out of all the subjects who had even the vaguest of sparks. I think the duality of this is nice. One survives in spite of his spark, the other survives because of it)

So when he fails to be Angel Incarnate he gets a disappointed dismissal from his creator and gets sent out on some away mission he’s meant to never come back from

(he doesn’t, but it’s only because he met Crowley on the way there)

Several Generations later, they are wandering around the wastelands, vaguely hear about the Heterodyne boys recalling all their Jagers and turning over a new leaf, shrug, and disguise themselves so that they can follow the kids from a distance (because they’re still his Heterodynes dammit).

(or at least that’s Crowley’s reason. Aziraphale’s reason is that Crowley’s there and that’s good enough for him at this point)

They keep this up on-and-off for a good while whole events with the other and the attack at the castle happen and they lose track of them.

Crowley’s a bit worried, but figures he might as well just wander around the Wastelands like the others are and if he finds them, he finds them.

He was not actually expecting to find either of them

So you can imagine his surprise when Barry shows up near him one day with a toddler following him like a lost duckling.

So he does what any reasonable Jager would never do, and immediately goes up to the two and introduces himself and his husband TRAVELING COMPANION as everything but a Jager and Jager-knockoff.

Barry is, of course, paranoid at these complete strangers that seem vaguely familiar in the weirdest of ways, but they both seem genuinely nice and they both hate the other with a passion so he settles into an uneasy trust.

They both end up showing him their wings and explaining that they’re constructs who were made in such a way that they are immune to wasps.

(Crowley offers to demonstrate by eating one. Barry hastily declines)

They start traveling together and, after that uneasy trust settles into an easy one, he asks if he gets whatever signal that made him decide to start tracking down the Other solo

But Punch and Judy aren’t there. He never managed to run into them at all,

Crowley and Aziraphale, however, are.

Part 2:

Agatha Crowley-Fell has had a very normal, if interesting, life.

She’s raised by her two fathers (uncles, they insisted for a good long while until she points out that they’ve officially adopted her and they’re as much her parents as her biological ones are, and that she doesn’t think they’re replacing them, just adding to them (to which the respond with hugging and crying)) in Beetleburg.

one of which works as a librarian at the local college (where he is more then happy to help anyone who needs anything besides books.)

an unofficial elective is “how to borrow a book from Mr. Fell”. Everyone who passes gets hired by the university on the spot.

Crowley, meanwhile, owns a flower shop where all of the plants are guaranteed to be vibrant and spotless! (or else)

Occasionally, they’ll come to her right before bed and ask to see her locket, “to keep it in the best shape possible” they say. One will take it to another room, while the other sits with her and sings a lullaby until she falls asleep

it’s always back on her neck come morning.

As time goes on, her headaches slowly get better. She’s still never able to finish a project, but it pops up less during mild excitement or frustration.

They’re still incredibly annoying though

And then comes the day when her locket is broken and the Baron comes to town, and her life goes from tame to disastrous in a matter of hours.

#girl genius #good omens #crossover #genius omens au #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #agatha heterodyne

28 notes · View notes

spac3bar7end3r · 4 years

Text

Sort You Out

Ineffable Husbands / Hogwarts AU / 1212 words

read on Ao3

Year 1

“Anthony Crowley.”

“Slytherin!”

- - -

Year 7

“Do you think the sorting is a mistake? I don’t think I should be in Slytherin. I mean, I just like snakes. They are cool.”

“Chill,” says Bee, “You say that just because you’re pining over that Ravenclaw boy.”

“Well, apart from that. Don’t you think I’m supposed to be a Ravenclaw? I’m clever, I like researching, I like reading--”

“You read and research to play pranks on other houses. That’s like the most Slytherin thing to do.” From the other side of their common room, Hastur spits while he’s petting his weird, gross, toad. Another weird, gross, toad is sitting next to him, laughing. Whoops, actually that’s Ligur. Crowley’s eyesight is not that good when he’s in the dungeon’s lighting.

“You didn’t deny that you’re pining though,” Ligur says.

“It’s true. There’s no need to deny it.” Crowley shrugs. “Have you look at him? He’s perfect. Last week I saw him trying to feed a fire crab. Who in their right mind would want to feed a fire crab? He’s incredible.” Crowley is pretty sure if it’s not because of his nerdy habits, Aziraphale can also be in Gryffindor. Is that a thing? Double Houses, like double major? Dunno, Aziraphale could totally do it.

“Too bad you have a mentality of a kindergarten and the only thing you can do is pulling your crush’s pigtail.” Bee rolls their eyes and got up on the couch, walking to the door.

“If you’re going to the kitchen bring some muffins to me, yeah?” Crowley says, eyes glueing to his transfiguration homework, an essay on transfiguration jinx.

“No, I’m not. Even if I am, I’m not going to bring them to you. I’m not a fucking owl.”

They bring muffins to Crowley anyway.

Bee is the best (if Aziraphale isn’t on the list). They were the first person to befriend Crowley when he first came to Hogwarts as a clueless muggle-born. Their full name is Beelzebub because their ancestor’s prophecy and stuff (Crowley doesn’t really care), but they would totally hex you if you call them that.

Bee returns with Crowley’s muffins and immediately goes out of their common room again. Crowley assumes they were going to see Gabe, the Gryffindor Head Boy that they’ve been having an on/off relationship for years.

Hastur and Ligur have been plotting something at the corner of the room. Crowley ignores them. Their pranks are tasteless, unlike his.

Crowley looks around the room then looks at his watch. Oh! It’s time already. He picks the muffins next to him and goes out of the room.

Two O’clock on Thursday afternoon is his favourite time of the week. It’s Teasing-and-Flirting-with-Aziraphale-at-The-Library time.

“Hello, Aziraphale,” Crowley grins, throwing himself on the chair in front of Aziraphale. Aziraphale looks up. His bright blue eyes stare at Crowley. The Ravenclaw sighs, “What, Crowley?”

“Nothing. I just thought that I should visit you as usual.” Crowley reaches for one of the books in Aziraphale’s piles of huge and dusty books. “Transfiguration? I already finished it. Wanna see mine?”

“No!” Aziraphale pouts. He tries to get back to his essay for a minute before he glances up and looks really offended. “Crowley! Are you eating in the library?”

Crowley, mouth fulled with muffins, has the audacity to raise his eyebrows and say, “Yes?”

“Stop it right now. I’m a prefect. I can deduct your points.”

“Like I care about points.” Crowley swallows. Aziraphale frowned, homework forgotten.

“I’ve got more. Want one?” Crowley out all of the muffins on the table.

“Crowley, stop. Or Madame Pince will--Crow-” Aziraphale can’t finish his sentence because he keeps gaping at Crowley stuffing another muffin in his mouth.

“Hmm blueberry, yum!”

“Oh my god, stop tempting me. You know I love muffins.” Aziraphale sighs exasperatedly and looks longingly at Crowley’s lips.

“Wha- What did I do?” Crowley smirks.

“Just you wait. I’m gonna sort you out.” Aziraphale puts his hands resting on his hips and looks at Crowley like he’s had enough.

Yes, sort him out with love, please.

“As if you’re able to do that.” Crowley sticks out his tongue. He looks at the watch and sighs. “Time flies fast. I wish I could stay here and do a mukbang with you more but I have to go to practise.” Crowley points to the field outside the window.

“What even is a mukbang?” Aziraphale complains.

“Geez, just google it, Azi.” Crowley puts the rest of the muffins on the table. “Enjoy your snack and if you’re done, come see me practising at the field.”

“If I’m free.” Aziraphale hums, hands reaching for the muffin bag on the table and putting it in his bag (he’s a responsible student. He’s not gonna immediately eat it. He have special self-control).

Aziraphale is not free, but 30 minutes later he can still be spotted at the stands.

- - -

“Crowley, please do something about your friends!”

“Who?” Crowley is busy trying to figure out what’s wrong with his cauldron when Pulsifer entering the room, panting.

“Hastur and Ligur, they are cornering Aziraphale!”

Cauldron be damned. He let go of the herbs and following Pulsifer as soon as possible.

“Aziraphale!”

“Crowley!” Aziraphale is holding his wand, looking around while Hastur and Ligur are standing around him.

“Guys, what are you doing? Let him go.”

“Crowley! Let’s play with him for a bit.” Ligur shouts loudly.

Crowley comes between them. He reaches for his wand and prepares to cast a spell to protect Aziraphale.

However, Aziraphale needs no protection. He’s one of the best students in Hogwarts. Two classmates, who are not that good at casting spells? Aziraphale can manage them effortlessly.

“Ducklifors!”

There’s a light at the end of Aziraphale’s wand. He gesturing it towards Hastur and Ligur. Before Crowley knows it, those two’s shape slowly transforming into...ducks.

“Oh my fucking god, did you cast a transfiguration jinx on them!?”

It seems like Aziraphale obviously doesn’t need Crowley’s help on his transfiguration jinx essay.

“Even though they are your friends, they are too much.”

“I don’t care about them. I love you!”

Aziraphale stops what he’s going to say and looks at Crowley pointedly. Crowley swallows. Whoops. Didn’t mean to confess his love easily to his crush of four years. He plans to go big. Fireworks, plants, flowers, absolutely not an excited shout because of fucking ducks. And he’s a bit mad that it has something to do with Hastur and Ligur.

“Is that just a spur of the moment kinda thing?” Aziraphale asks, “Or you plan...this?” He gestures at the stupid ducks.

“No, I didn’t plan this! I was going to tell you, but not like this!”

“If it’s not from your flirting since we were in fourth year I’d think you try to bully me too.” Aziraphale grins. “I was waiting for you to say something but you keep teasing me.”

“My bad.” Crowley can’t stop smiling. “Soooo….Boyfriends?”

“Boyfriends.” Aziraphale nods.

“Guys, the professor is coming! Run!” Anathema who’s standing at the corner not far from them shouts and Aziraphale frantically turns to Crowley, “Let’s go. A prefect jinxing someone is not an ideal situation.”

“Ducks.” Crowley shakes his head, looking at his housemates. He grabs Aziraphale’s hand and runs away.

I wrote this to participate in #GOvember by Good Omens Only Event TH because I can't resist a Hogwarts AU prompt lmao

#ineffable husbands #my fic #good omens #good omens fic #hogwarts au #GOvember #GOonlyTH #spacebartenderfic

1 note · View note

twiexmachina · 7 years

Text

Hello and welcome to another “I just wanted to get this out and I don’t want to edit it: Cupid AU addition” in which Ryoma is Cupid and Xander is Psyche, but Venus is not Mikoto because I could never make her that mean.

In the mortal realm, he was called Cupid, the god of desire, of eroticisism, of affection. Among his own he was Ryoma, godson, occasionally an annoying prick, mostly from those who had tasted the sweetness of his arrows. He insisted he was either immature when those incidents happened, or they deserved it. He tried be good, to do his job well and properly.

But sometimes, his fellows ask for favors to give some mortal vengeance, including his mother.

Aoi, called Venus by mortals, tapped her fingers against the table. “There is a prince in Nohr. He’s apparently very beautiful.”

Ryoma flipped a golden arrow between his fingers. “How nice for him.”

Her eyebrows pressed together and she grimaced at a wall. “They call him ‘The Man to Rival Venus’. They offer him gifts and offerings, pray for his hand. They worship him as they should worship me.”

“That’s very presumptuous of him,” Ryoma said, with no weight. She curled her lips at him and he sighed. “Mother, that is blasphemous, but I don’t know what you expect me to do.”

“He has received many offerings of marriage and hoards their affection. He is not engaged to anyone. You should change that, my son. Find the ugliest and most deprived soul in Nohr and make this prince fall for them.”

Ryoma sighed and rubbed his head. “Mother…Mother, you realize that isn’t the point of my arrows.”

“You’ve used them that way before.”

“Well, they deserved it. And I was younger then.” And it was funny. Aoi stared at him harder, and he sighed. “Very well mother, for you I will.”

“He’s just a mortal after all.”

“Of course. What was his name again?”

“Xander, the Crown Prince of Nohr.”

“I’ll find him for you, Mother, and soon your name will be praised again.” Ryoma stood and fluffed his brown wings out, stiff from sitting for so long. He went to his mother and kissed her cheek. “I love you.”

She patted his cheek. “I love you too, Son.” With that, Ryoma stepped out of the window and flew to Nohr.

Among the clouds, no mortal could hope to notice him, and if they saw him in a stretch of clear sky, they found their eyes torn away to stare somewhere else. He did not want to be seen, and so he was not seen. But as he circled the castle he shifted his form, became a lahore pigeon and slipped in with the ravens. He found his way to the throne room and settled on the rafters.

The proud King Garon sat on his throne, his queen sitting at his side. And standing, straight and tall, had to be the Crown Prince, the man who had threatened to eclipse Aoi, Venus of love and beauty.

He certainly was a pretty human, a profile that looked carved from stone, a strong nose and brow, contrasted by the soft gold of his hair and the delicate ringlets. He was tall, reasonably muscular, all in all an incredibly beautiful mortal. But mortal nonetheless.

Ryoma decided to pay attention to who they were listening to, a well dressed noble. It was politics, offerings, but then, “It is truly an honor to look upon your son,” he said and Xander bowed his head in return. “Would it be too much to ask…” he pulled out a small box, “I had this prepared to offer you, a gift, though I fear it pales in comparison to your splendor.”

“If you are giving it,” Xander said, his voice deep and smooth, “then I shall gladly receive it.” He stepped forward and met the noble as he opened the box and pulled out an bracelet fashioned like a winding vine. “It’s lovely,” Xander said, but he did not look impressed. He did not look surprised by it either. He was used to such gifts. He held out his wrist and the noble fastened it on for him. He raised his hand and watched it fall and settle a bit further down his arm. It did not fit. “I hope to wear it often. Thank you.”

The noble took his hand again and kissed it. “You truly look lovely with jewelry. You know, I have a ring to match.”

Xander did not laugh until his father did. “Our relationship is not that sweet yet,” King Garon said, “But we will keep you in mind.”

“Of course,” he said, still holding Xander’s hand, stroking his knuckles. “I’ve heard that he has not been proposed to yet.”

“Oh, he’s certainly been proposed to, however, none have been chosen yet.”

“Ah of course of course.” He patted Xander’s hand one final time before pulling away. “May I say your skin is extraordinarily soft.”

“Thank you,” Xander said, and stepped back.

The noble left and Xander took the bracelet off and handed it to a servant as another entered. Ryoma watched the politics. Every single guest praised Xander’s beauty. Many had gifts. A few kissed him on the cheek. After a time, the guests left and Xander was excused. He went outside to the stables and Ryoma followed him. It was odd that a man dressed in such fineries would willingly go to such a dirty place, but he seemed at home. Odd. He wouldn’t question it.

At least Ryoma didn’t have to force a meeting with Xander’s future husband. The young stablehand looked like he had been stepped on a horse a few times and stunk like alcohol. He treated Xander with the bare minimum respect he deserved and ogled him blatantly. Truly, they would be a horrible match.

Ryoma let out a breath and shifted to his true form and stood on a roof above them, no one thinking to look at him, pulling out an arrow and aiming it at Xander as he stood with the horses. “You don’t seem too bad,” Ryoma muttered, like an apology, “and perhaps you deserve better, but you’ve scorned my mother and your goddess.” He pulled back, ready to shoot.

And a girl’s voice split his focus. And then Xander’s broad smile made Ryoma stop altogether. He had never smiled before, always had a cool visage and such a smile seemed unfitting. But it was brilliant and Ryoma watched as he picked up a small girl that ran into his arms and twirled her in a circle before setting her on the ground again. The smile stayed. This man was a different person than the one who stood before all the nobles. And Ryoma felt that he couldn’t use his arrows on that man. This man, kneeling without a care on a pile of dirt, did not seem like the person who would bask in the gifts given to him, in the affection that should’ve been meant for Venus. Ryoma sighed and decided to ignore his mother’s wishes and lowered his bow.

And his finger slipped and he shot himself in the foot.

Ryoma cursed, curled on himself to grab his aching foot, the deep sting of love sinking into his skin, and he raised his eyes and looked at Xander.

And Xander was beautiful and Ryoma wanted to run his fingers through his hair, over his cheeks, to feel the texture of his skin, wanted to kiss him and feel his warmth, wanted to hear him talk, wanted to know him, wanted to hear him complain and ease those complaints away and make him happy and content, he wanted, he wanted, he wanted Xander.

Venus had wanted him to fall in love with the most deprived soul. Ryoma supposed he would have to do. He was certainly lost, was desperate to be with Xander. But he needed to prepare. He needed to make everything perfect. Because he loved Xander now, and he wouldn’t want him hurt, or sad, or uncomfortable. Ryoma needed to give him everything, and he would accept whatever was given to him.

Ryoma flew away to prepare and Xander found an odd feather on the ground, larger than any he had seen before. He kept finding them. He liked the pretty things and thought that they were a pleasant omen until the day a seer informed him that they were a sign that he had been betrothed to a creature that even Jupiter feared.

#TwiExFanfiction #TwiExDrabbles #Cupid AU #Jupiter: Just fuck him like a normal god why are you building a palace #Ryoma:....because I love him and I don't just want to fuck him I want to know everything about him and I want to make him smile and I want--

32 notes · View notes

prismofwords · 7 years

Text

Wheel of Fortune

Umimaki Month Day 8: Amusement Park AU

“The Wheel of Fortune, huh?” Umi analyzed the design on the card, but whatever symbols and meaning it carried flew over her head. “Well? Is it good or bad?”

“Why so urgent? I thought you didn’t believe in my card readings, Umi-chan.”

The blue-haired teen resisted the urge to roll her eyes at her coworker. “I don’t, so the faster you tell me what this is supposed to mean the sooner I can forget about it and get back to work.”

The older girl just laughed. “Just because you forget about it doesn’t mean it won’t come true.” She turned her attention to the card. “So, the Wheel of Fortune. For your information, Umi-chan, the cards are never purely good or purely bad. But this one is especially tricky. It’s a sign of changing fortune, a reminder that good times don’t last forever, but neither do bad ones.” She looked back up. “So, Umi, have you been particularly lucky lately?”

Umi recalled her latest string of misfortunes. Her umbrella broke while she was walking home in heavy rain. She tripped while carrying a box of her favourite manjuu and watched it get run over. She somehow got six different papercuts throughout the week.Bird droppings landed right on her head--three times in one day. “...Er, not exactly.”

Nozomi smiled. “Good, then your unlucky streak ends today.”

Umi smiled, before she remembered she was supposed to not believe in any of this. “R-right, well I highly doubt that.” She coughed. “Some kid’s barf will probably land in my hair or something today. Yeah.”

“That’s a strange thing to wish for, Umi-chan. You’re not even working the dangerous rides today.”

“I’m not wishing for it to happen!”

The hours flew by uneventfully, which Umi figured was at least better than she’d expected with the way her luck had been going. The only noteworthy thing that had happened was her friends Honoka and Rin, and a few other girls they’d brought, dropping by to say hi before running off into the jungle of metal and people, all excitement and energy. It was ridiculous how well they fit in with the younger children running around followed by their slightly-out-of-breath parents. She was glad she had an excuse not to have to keep an eye on them, but at the same time she was worried what trouble they’d get into on their own.

Umi felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Keeping one eye on the Ferris wheel as it turned, Umi pulled it out to see who it was. A text from Honoka: hey umi-chan r u done workin yet?

Almost, I’m off in twenty minutes.

can maki-chan come stay with you? rin hanayo and i wanna go on the big rides but maki’s got a headache already.

Sure. Umi had to think for a moment to remember who Maki was. When Honoka and Rin had come by, they’d introduced their two friends to her as well. She was pretty sure Maki was the redhead. She didn’t seem shy, especially next to the bespectacled one, but she was reserved, not having said anything more than her name. Under the surface though, she looked bewildered, like a tourist hopelessly lost at the airport. Umi didn’t know if it was conscious, but the girl made her presence so small she was practically invisible next to the two obnoxiously loud gingers.

“Um...you’re Umi, right?”

The underpaid employee looked up. “Oh, you’re here already.” She looked around for their friends, but there were no orange-haired idiots in sight. “What, they didn’t even bother walking you here? How inconsiderate.”

“Ah, no, I told them I could find you by myself. We were just nearby, anyway.” The redhead awkwardly approached her, stopping outside the fence that sectioned the control booth off from the public.

Umi figured she should try to make conversation. “So, not good with rides?”

“Apparently not. I’ve never been to an amusement park before, so I had no clue what it would be like.”

Umi tilted her head. “You’ve never been?” Where did Honoka and Rin find this girl? They always teased her for being a bit of a bore but even she’d been to amusement parks with her family when she was young. And when they were old enough to go on their own, well, Umi still wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea of them running around without some kind of supervision.

“My parents used to ask if I wanted to go but I never saw a reason to.” Maki shrugged. “I prefer going to museums or the orchestra.”

“Ah. I’m guessing Honoka and Rin dragged you here, then.”

“Yeah. Rin’s been pestering me to go since she found out I’ve never been, and I ran out of excuses, especially since Hanayo finally came too.”

Umi gave her a sympathetic smile. She knew too well how persistent Honoka and her partner in crime could be. “Did you have fun, at least?”

A moment passed as the girl considered it. “...Yeah, I guess.” She looked almost disappointed to find that she didn’t entirely hate the experience. “This headache is killing me, though.”

“Oh, I’ve got some Meridon with me. You want one?” Maki nodded, gratefully taking the pain reliever. Umi turned her attention to the Ferris wheel as people got off and the few people in line took their place. “What are you going to do for the rest of the day?”

Maki rested her chin on the cold metal fence. “Well, I don’t want to make my headache any worse, so I guess I’ll just wait for Honoka and Rin to tire themselves out. They’ll never let me hear the end of it if I go home early.”

Umi shook her head. “Hey now, there’s no point being at an amusement park if you’re not gonna enjoy yourself. If you want, I’ll go around with you after my shift ends. I can show you the gentler rides that should be better for your head.”

The redhead was silent again as she considered the proposal. “I wouldn’t mind that.”

Umi beamed. “Great. I’m off in ten minutes, but I do have to wait for my replacement to show up.”

On cue, a new voice replied, “I’m right here.”

Umi turned around. “Oh, Eli! You’re pretty early today.”

The blonde nodded. “Yeah, I didn’t have anything else to do so I figured I’d come let you off early. Besides,” she gestured towards Maki, “Nozomi told me you might, ah, ‘be getting lucky’ today.”

“Eli!”

“Hey, hey, Nozomi’s words, not mine.” She pulled out a key and unlocked the gate to the control booth. “Now get out of here and go have fun with your new friend.”

Umi didn’t miss the teasing smile on her coworker’s face, but she chose to ignore it. “Thanks, Eli.” She turned back to her guest. “Right, just let me get my stuff and get changed, okay?”

It was a perfect day to be at the amusement park. There were enough clouds to keep the sun’s heat from getting unbearable, and even the humidity was down. Although it was summertime, it wasn’t overly crowded, so they thankfully barely had to wait in line. The rides that Umi figured would be safe for Maki were terribly spread out, she couldn’t imagine having to stand in line for hours after walking across the entire park.

They chatted about random things as they milled around. Umi learned that Maki was actually in Rin and Hanayo’s class, but she spent most of her time in the music room. She hadn’t intended to get too close to anyone, preferring to be studying or playing the piano, but Rin and Hanayo found out they lived in the same direction from school and they ended up walking home together. Her parents were doctors, and Maki was studying to eventually become one too. She liked tomatoes, and hated mikan (Umi thought she heard a little orange-haired girl gasp when Maki mentioned that).

What she didn’t say, but Umi noticed, was that she was lonely. It was obvious in the way her eyes lingered on families sharing their sugar-loaded desserts and groups of friends excitedly searching for their next conquest. She wondered how often the girl tried to act as the perfect genius she was expected to be, and how often she pushed her own feelings aside for the sake of that act.

She didn’t know what compelled her to do it, but she reached out and took hold of Maki’s hand.

“Umi...?”

The older girl kept her gaze focused ahead of her, hoping she looked cool and reliable and not embarrassed or scandalized which she totally was. To her relief, though, Maki didn’t say anything or let go.

“Well, I think we’ve been to all the rides you can go on,” Umi said with a satisfied sigh. The sun was going down, the sky turning pink and purple in one last blaze of glory.

Maki frowned. “What about the one you were running?”

“The Ferris wheel?” Umi hesitated. She’d been on it before, of course, but always in a group. Going on it with just one other person...seemed rather intimate for her.

“Is there a problem? We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Umi shook her head. “No, let’s go. You’ve never been on one before, right? The view at the top is something else, you should see it.”

When they got there, they found Eli looking incredibly bored, and not a single soul in sight. “Umi! Please tell me you’re gonna ride this thing.”

Maki looked at the empty space where people were to line up. “Um, why is no one here...?”

“I forgot, there’s a lull in activity around this time. Most people are in line for the flashier rides, and anyone who still wants to ride the Ferris wheel usually just waits until it’s night time to see all the lights. It’s never been completely empty before, though.” Umi shifted uncomfortably, wondering if it was an omen. “If you don’t like that, we can wait until more people show up.”

“No, it’s fine. I like seeing the horizon at dusk, anyway.”

Eli grinned. “Thanks, you two. I’ll make this a ride to remember.” Umi decided not to think about that too hard as they climbed in one of the cars. Wouldn’t want to worry her companion.

Maki looked around the small, sparse car as they started to move. “So...we just go around a few times? Really slowly? None of that fast up-and-down and looping stuff?”

Umi pointed at the window. “Yeah. It’s a little relaxing, being so far away from all the activity but still being able to see and hear it. I don’t mind talking, of course, but the real draw is in the view.”

The redhead turned her head as indicated, and gasped. She probably hadn’t realized just how tall the Ferris wheel was. Even now, Umi could forget just how high up it went. From the top, she could easily see clear across the park. Everyone on the ground looked like ants. The distant sounds of laughter and screaming drifted up into the lavender clouds. Umi saw a wistful spark in the other’s eyes. “...Okay, I guess I’ve been missing out. This isn’t bad.”

“Right? To be honest, I’m actually not really into rides either,” Umi said. “I don’t really enjoy roller coasters, though Honoka and Rin have never stopped trying to find one I’ll like. The Ferris wheel, though...it’s not like it’s the only way you can find a view like this, but in a place like this, it’s special, isn’t it?”

Maki just nodded, watching the people slowly get bigger as their car came back down. “Please tell me it goes back up,” she breathed.

“Yeah, we get three revolutions.” Maki made a noise that sounded almost like a squeal.

The second revolution passed in silence, both of them just taking in the view. On the third one, however, just as they were reaching the highest point, the Ferris wheel groaned as it suddenly came to a stop. Maki looked at Umi. “Wh-what happened?”

“I’m not sure, maybe something broke.” Umi suddenly remembered her streak of bad luck. Was this part of it? She pursed her lips. It was fine if it was just her, but did it have to affect Maki too...? Nozomi, please, let your prediction come true.

“So...are we stuck here?”

“Yeah, until they fix whatever’s wrong.” Umi looked at the hard metal floor, trying to think how she could make it up to the other girl. “Sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for?” Maki’s voice brought her back attention back up, surprised at the ecstatic wonder of it. “Look outside!”

The sun was almost completely gone, the sky quickly shifting from dark blue to black as it disappeared behind the horizon. In response, all the many buildings, rides, and attractions of the amusement park lit up one by one, a wave of bright and colourful neon lights coming alive and pulsing through the darkness. The fleeting violet sky was romantic, but this artificial aurora was something else entirely. “You know,” Maki said, “I’m not really a fan of big crowds and loud noises. It always looked so chaotic, I didn’t understand how anyone could enjoy themselves like that. Life’s chaotic enough as it is, isn’t it?” She put a hand up to the cold glass, as if reaching out for the world she’d newly discovered. “I think I’m starting to get it, though.”

The car shuddered, and slowly the wheel began to turn once again. Umi watched the sea of lights start to fade from view. “Huh, that was fast.” She was almost disappointed.

When they reached the bottom, Umi made to open the door, but Maki spoke up again. “Hey, Umi?”

She stopped.“Yeah?”

“I think...I’d like to come back here again, one or two more times. Would you go with me?”

Umi’s smile was as bright as any of the lights outside. “Definitely.”

A wheel of fortune, huh?

As the midnight-haired girl waved goodbye to her friends with a promise to come with them the next time, footsteps approached from behind. She turned to find a certain purple-haired coworker smiling knowingly at her. “So, Umi-chan, how was your luck today?”

Umi rolled her eyes. “Oh, fine, so it wasn’t completely terrible. Doesn’t mean I’m sold on your ‘spiritual power’ noise, though.” She looked past Nozomi to the other coworker who had approached. “What even happened back there, by the way?”

Eli winked. “I told you I’d make it a ride to remember, didn’t I? You’re welcome, by the way.”

She was running before Umi even fully processed the words. A smart decision, because Umi ran very fast when embarrassed and angry.

“ELIIIIIII!”

#umimaki month #umimaki #love live #llsip #llsif #amusement park au #ferris wheel

4 notes · View notes

forsvtmx · 7 years

Text

Dream

Mingsol Soulmate AU! (Hansol and Minghao) ————— The dreams started around the time he began high school. Hansol would open his eyes and suddenly he would be in the middle of an open field, surrounded by a beds of flowers. They would start out quite short, him only getting the chance to sit up and look around, and by the time he would realize it, he'd be awake. Then as time passed, he'd be able to walk around. He'd look at the flowers and eventually find the train tracks. It was always quiet there, but occasionally, he would hear the train coming, and he'd sit and wait for it, but no matter what he tried, he'd always wake up before it got there. When he told his to his parents, they seemed ecstatic, telling him that he would see his soulmate there before meeting them in real life. Then he began trying harder to get the train to arrive. One time, he even spotted the train, but it never arrived, and he never saw it again. He would only sit and wait and listen. As high school dragged on, Hansol began to get more nervous to meet his soulmate. His friends told him he shouldn't, but when he saw one of them come crying saying their soulmate rejected him, he realized he should be scared. Whenever he would be in the dream, and he heard the train, he would instinctively run to it, then as he reached the train tracks, his fears and anxieties would hit him, and he'd run away from them. He grew to love the dream, and to live without trying to force his soulmate to appear. Tonight was no different to Hansol, he woke up in the dream and began to walk around. Away from the train. He walked to the river and threw rocks in an attempt to skip them. He would take his shoes and socks off and let the cool water run across his feet, squishing the soil in his toes. He would walk to the trees and stare at the light falling from in between the shadows. It was always peaceful here, and he never felt pressured to go to the train. The next morning he woke up and felt sick to his stomach. He felt as if something bad were going to happen, and it did, he threw up to cold pizza he had for breakfast. His mother let him stay home, and so he did. Wrapping himself in a blanket and eating the, now warm, pizza. He texted his friend Seungkwan, telling him to not cry if he died. 'Why would you die??' 'I threw up the pizza I ate for breakfast!!Its a bad omen' 'Did you warm it up first?' '...' '🙄 I'm gonna go, I don't need my phone taken up again, plus there's a new student and he's really shy so I'm gonna crack his little shell gtg!' Hansol sighed and ate the last of his pizza slice, taking his temperature again. He had a slight fever, but he felt like he was in a literal inferno. He pressed a cold press on his forehead and laid down to nap, but he couldn't. He felt incredibly tired, but he couldn't sleep. He removed his covers, his socks, his pillows, and moved around restlessly, but nothing. This was the first time he'd ever felt like this, and he didn't like it. His stomach began to churn again, that bad omen feeling returning. He rushed to the bathroom, wasting yet another slice of pizza. When he finished brushing his teeth, he checked his phone and saw a message from his best friend. 'It cracked!' He opened it and saw a selfie of Seungkwan and someone. But the boy's face was blurry. He wiped and pressed his eyes, ignoring the feeling of lightheadedness. He staggered to the couch, still staring at the picture, before he blacked out. --- Seungkwan smiled at the new student, thanking him for the picture and for accepting his friendship. He led him to his lunch table, directing him to the seat next to where Hansol would have sat, had he not skipped. "So Minghao, how long are you going to be in Korea." Minghao thought about his answer, translating each word carefully before answering, "For the rest of the year, then I go home." Seungkwan smiled and nodded,"I think you and I will be good friends. My friend Hansol will probably like you too! He's not here today, but this is what he looks like!" Seungkwan pulled up Hansol's Instagram, clicking in the most recent selfie. Minghao squinted at the picture, tilting his head to one side,"His face...is not..clear?" Seungkwan looked at his phone and back and Minghao,"It is though,right Gyu?" He turned in his seat and showed Mingyu the phone, not noticing how Minghao held his head. Not even noticing how he began to rock and sway until it was too late, and he was on the floor. -- Hansol was back at the field. The flowers once again surrounding him, the train approaching. But he refused to go to it. He went to the river, ignoring the ever growing noise of the train, even diving into it in hopes of waking up, but when he opened his eyes he was at the tracks, the train coming into view. He ran behind a tree, realizing he wasn't waking up, and watched as a curly haired blonde stepped off of the train. He began walking around, and almost spotted Hansol, who ducked quickly. Hansol's heart was beating incredibly loud, and he suddenly realized he was meeting his soulmate, in his old pajamas. This was not the usually peaceful dream, this was a nightmare, and he couldn't wake up. He watched as his soulmate turned away from him, heading once again towards the train. He watched as all of his fears followed him. But he also saw all of the peaceful dream leaving, all of his hopes for love fading, everything following that boy, and he did something he never thought he could do, he ran out and chased him. Hansol reached him right as he grabbed the train door, and he yelled out to him, to his soulmate. "Wait! I—" the boy turned to face him, startled by his presence. He stared at Hansol's clothes, and at Hansol's hand that was tightly gripping his. "Could you..let me go?.." He pointed at their hands and Hansol gripped tighter. "No! I'm not letting go! I've waited for so long, I've sat here alone waiting for this train, for you, I can't let you go now! I-I don't want to let go.." Minghao suddenly understood and he reached up to wipe Hansol's tears,"I didn't think my soulmate would be such a crybaby." Hansol finally let go, and he let his tears fall. And he opened his eyes, ready to really face his soulmate. But when he opened them, he was back at home, laying half on the couch, covered in tears. He stood up faster than he should have, racing to find his phone. He found it under the couch five minutes later. He opened the message Seungkwan had sent, staring lovingly at the picture of his soulmate. He wiped his eyes, hoping and praying to the Universe that he would see him later that night. Then the doorbell rang. Hansol rushed to it, wiping his face furiously and fixing his hair as best he could. He opened the door, excited as ever to see him, to see the love of his life, and then Seungkwan barged in. "Why'd it take you so long to answer? Are you actually sick? You better not get me sick." Hansol almost cried before slumping on the couch beside his best friend. "So get this, I was showing the new kid a picture of you and he passed out! Everyone was super scared and then Jun's parents came for him since he's staying with them and all, and it was a big spectacle! They think it's because of the move—" "Where do they live?" "Hansol, what do you—" Hansol shook his best friend furiously,"Where does Jun live?!" Seungkwan pulled away and told him the address, watching as Hansol rushed to put shoes on. "Where are you going? In pajamas? At seven in the afternoon? The kids probably fine by now!" Hansol didn't look at him, simply yelling out,"To meet my soulmate!" Hansol ran to Jun's house, paying no attention to the people staring or yelling at him. He had one person in mind, and no one was going to stop him. As he reached the address Seungkwan told him, he saw a familiar blonde walking up the steps and to the door of the house. He ran once again to him, reaching for his hand,"Wait!" Minghao turned around and saw him, tears rolling down his cheeks,"I thought you weren't going to come find me! I was so scared! I—" Hansol pulled Minghao close to him, kissing the top of his head before saying, "I didn't think my soulmate would be such a crybaby~"

#svt imagines #svt scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #vernon #Hansol #minghao #the8 #mine #yes I did make up that #soulmate au just for #mingsol #fight me #thank you Celeste for slipping me into this ship

6 notes · View notes