#riverdalepromptathonweek2

[simon-eriksson]

Riverdale promptathon: Week two ➢ Orange, Magic @riverdalepromptathon

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[bettycooper]

@riverdalepromptathon:  magic / orange @riverdalebingo:  (literal) heatwave

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[imreallyloveleee]

promptathon week 2

Betty arrives five minutes after eight, carrying her notebook and what appears to be a sack of oranges.

“I’m sorry I’m late.” She drops the oranges on the desk next to his, and Jughead leans over for a closer look. They’re unusually small. And a weird choice for a study break snack – he can’t imagine her eating more than, like, two of them – but then again there are a lot of things about Betty Cooper that are weird. Weird, he often reminds himself, is not necessarily bad.

“That’s okay.” He nods at the fruit. “You skip dinner or something?”

Flipping through the pages of her notebook, she pauses to give him a reproachful look. “We’re on Chelouche Spirals this week. Didn’t you do the reading?”

He did not, in fact, do the reading. He probably could have found the time, but certainly not the will, in between preparation for their Practical Applications exam (he’d nailed it) and constantly sampling the rum Veronica was making in the attic of the Physical Kids’ cottage as she tweaked the recipe for more of a “luxury” feel (she had not; if anything, each iteration was even less potable than the one preceding it).

Three months in to his tenure at Stonewall University for Magical Pedagogy, the study of magic is far from what Jughead had expected. Admittedly, his imagination had been hemmed in by the pop culture of his youth – Harry Potter, the Eldervair and Elsewhere series – dominated by gnarled wands and flowing robes and funny words that could do anything you wanted if you just believed in them enough.

Real magic was math – theoretical math, metamath, theoretical metamath – and handwork so quick and precise it made your knuckles crack and fingers cramp. It was complex languages on the verge of extinction that might actually result in the death of yourself or someone you love if you fucked up a verb conjugation. Real magic was hard.

And yet when Dean Weatherbee had called him into his office a month ago and offered him a spot in the second-year class for the spring semester, he had not hesitated to say yes. Sure, it meant getting completely caught up on the second-year fall semester while also passing his first-year final exams – but Jughead (mostly) enjoyed the work.

It didn’t hurt that it also meant more alone time with Betty, the only other student in their year to be granted such an exemption.

Not that their study sessions have amounted to much. She’s always late, always harried, always seeming like her mind is half-occupied by some other matter entirely, even as she works methodically through one theorem after another.  

Jughead’s heard the rumors: that she didn’t even take the entrance exam, that she just showed up on campus on the first day of classes, despite the wards around the school that should have prevented her from doing so.  Whether they’re true or not, even he can tell that there is something special about the way she does magic. Watching her cast is the closest he’s come to seeing that childhood ideal made real. Betty makes magic beautiful.

Which just makes it all the more painful that she’s been avoiding him since what happened on Saturday night.

Now she is watching him expectantly, vibrating with impatience as he pages through his textbook for the spell. Chelouche sounds French, but it’s not where it should be between Charbonnier’s Eighth Maxim and the Comtois Convergence –

“It’s Algerian.” Betty leans over from her seat and redirects him to an earlier chapter of the book. “I forgot mine, so we’ll have to share.”

Jughead nods mutely, shifting the book closer to the edge of his desk. “I uh, I didn’t have time to read it.”

Chelouche Spirals, he learns, are the magical equivalent of that thing he always did as a kid where he tried to peel an orange rind in one continuous piece. Honestly, it’s kind of a letdown. And annoying, to realize that the second-year classes Veronica and Cheryl are always acting so secretive and superior about are really just a bunch of grad students sitting around learning how to peel fruit.

Betty seems mildly amused by this take on it. “It’s a lot harder than it sounds,” she says. “Try it.”

She places one of the oranges in front of him. Clementines, he corrects himself silently. That’s what she’d told him they were called when he’d asked if he could eat one.

Jughead clears his throat, reviews the spell one more time, and then recites the words in Arabic while he moves his fingers in a counterclockwise, up-and-down motion over the open palm of his left hand. She’s not entirely wrong – getting the movements right is trickier than he’d thought based on the illustrations – but he thinks he’s got it.

Until the clementine caves in on one side, and ejects a stream of juice straight into his eye.

“Ow, fuck!” Jughead scrambles up out of his chair, clapping one hand over his eye. “Jesus fucking Christ – that fucking baby orange just fucking blinded me –”

“Jughead. Jughead! Hold still.” A firm hand circles his wrist, pulling it away from his face; through his unimpaired eye, he can see that Betty is trying not to laugh, standing up on her tiptoes to get a closer look at him. She murmurs something under her breath, and touches two gentle fingertips to the edge of his eyelid. The pain dissipates.

She takes a step back as he opens his eye slowly. He rubs at it cautiously with one knuckle, but all of the citrus seems to be gone. His eye’s just watery now.

“Thank you.” He can’t quite meet her eyes. Given it took all of twenty seconds to resolve, his reaction to the situation now feels a tad overdramatic.  

“No problem.”

A beat of silence passes, and he allows himself to look at her. Her face is tilted up towards him, uncertain, and he thinks again of the party on Saturday night. They’d been standing just like this, but a little bit closer. And a little bit drunk. Toni was playing DJ in the living room, her long pink braids swaying with the beat, turning the bass so low he could feel it echoing in his chest across the room.

He’d been surprised to even see her there that night. Betty wasn’t normally much for parties. But she was there, and her hair was loose and wavy around her shoulders and she was wearing this dress that was – well, it was a far cry from the collared sweaters she wore every day. And if he hadn’t been able to stop his gaze from dropping to admire her figure all evening, then she hadn’t been able to stop smiling every time she caught him doing it.

“I’m sorry I kissed you.” His voice catches on the last word.

Betty’s mouth moves, wordlessly at first. “Oh.”

“Not that – I don’t regret –” Jughead swallows. “I should have asked, and I didn’t, and you have every right to be angry with me. And I’m sorry.”

The tiniest crease forms between her brows. “I’m not angry with you, Jughead.”

He rubs at his jaw; there’s a wet spot on the side of his chin. Probably more clementine juice. “So there’s some other reason you’ve been completely avoiding me?”

Betty turns away, but not before he can catch the flush blossoming over her cheeks. “Yes, actually.”

For whatever reason – probably that he’s an idiot, who responds to social signals in the exact opposite way of how he’s meant to – her admission propels him forward. “What?”

She stops before the desk with the bag of clementines, her back still to him. “Did you know I had a sister?”

Her words catch him by surprise.  “No.”

“I did. I do.” Betty glances at him over her shoulder. “I don’t know who knows. Aside from the faculty, I assume all of them do. Anyway, she died here, when I was thirteen. Polly.”

Any sympathetic words he’s thought about speaking die on his lips when she turns to face him fully. They’re not what she wants to hear. “What happened?” he manages instead.

“I don’t know. No one ever told me.”

Betty opens her hand and holds it level with her chest. A round, plump clementine sits in the center of her palm. Her other hand starts to circle above it, fingers bent like she’s playing piano keys.

He watches as the rind begins to separate from the flesh, peeling away in a long, thin spiral. A lump settles in his throat. It’s frivolous, yes. But it’s a lovely piece of magic.

When she’s finished Betty loops the orange peel over her pinky finger, setting it gently on an empty desktop. She splits the fruit in two, handing him one half.

“I don’t know what happened to my sister,” she says. “But I’m not here to – to make friends and go to parties and – meet a boy.” She drops her gaze on the last part. “I’m here to learn magic and find out what happened to Polly. That’s it.”

“Then I’ll help.”

Betty shakes her head slowly. “No. You didn’t even know her, you don’t –”

“I know you. And I want to help.”

Jughead wants very badly to touch her – to cup her face in his hands, brush his thumbs over her cheekbones. To kiss her again.

But as surely as he wants it, he’s also sure this is not what she needs from him right now. Instead, he waits. He slips his thumb between two sections of the fruit in his hand, separates them. The clementine bursts sweet and tart on his tongue.

Betty watches him, her eyes darting from his eyes to his mouth and back again. Something in her face shifts. He wants her trust, he realizes. He wants her lush mouth and her clever words and her elegant hands – he wants all of her – but more than anything, he wants her trust.

“Okay,” she tells him. “Okay.”

(written for week 2 of @riverdalepromptathon​! prompts used are orange, magic, & anger. this is an AU set in The Magicians universe.)

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[bugheadsextape]

Angry + Magic + Whyte Wyrm

“What do you mean you’re jumping?” she asks. It takes him by surprise that she’s so upset about it, but obviously she would be. It’s not that she cares about him that much. She just cares about other people in general.

“I mean, what do I have keeping me here?” he asks, voicing the existential question that’s been echoing in his mind since his dad died. “My mom is gone. My dad is even more permanently gone. I’m like a prime candidate for jumping, aren’t I? They’ll pay me enough that I’ll be able to go to university in the future and everything. If I stay here I’ll be stuck working for Tall Boy the rest of my life.”

“That’s not… necessarily true,” she says awkwardly. She’d been lucky enough to be born into a much higher ranking family. She has no idea what it’s like to be in servitude.

“Betty.” He sighs and puts a hand on her shoulder. “This is my best chance to make a decent life for myself. If I-“

“If you survive whatever suicide mission they’re sending you on!” she angrily cuts him off.

His eyes dart around the Wyrm to gauge if anyone’s heard her, but the din of the bar seems to be providing adequate cover.

“Where are you going? What year are you going to? What are they sending you to do? When do you leave?” she asks rapid fire.

“You know they won’t tell me any of that ahead of time.”

“So, you’re just going to, what, leave us all here without a second thought? You know once you jump they won’t let you come back. We’ll never see you again.” She crosses her arms tightly as tears brim in her eyes. “It’ll be like you’re dead. You will be dead. You won’t exist here anymore.”

“I know,” he says softly.

Betty is the only person he’ll really miss when he’s gone. Maybe Archie a little bit. But, mostly just her. He’d already thought about how he’ll be able to look up her public records to see who she marries and when she dies and all that. He knows it’s probably a bad idea. He figures he’s just masochistic enough that he’ll through with it at some point.

“But, you’re going to go live your life without me anyway,” he reminds her. “You’ll finish school, get a position in the Battalion, marry some other established Northsider. It’s not like you’ll be hanging around here the rest of your life.”

She looks surprised for a moment, opening and closing her mouth again. “Jughead,” she finally says with a shake of her head. “You are so stupid.”

“What?” he asks, confused.

She looks at him for another beat before leaning in to press her lips against his. He freezes in surprise and she pulls back before he can react.

“You are so very, very stupid.” Her tears finally fall as she turns and leaves.

His mind is reeling as he thinks about his blood signed contract sitting on Hiram Lodge’s desk and realizes she’s right.

—-

A little dribble drabble for week 2 of @riverdalepromptathon.

#riverdalepromptathon2 #riverdalepromptathonweek2 #which one is the tag? #don’t remember #it might not even be either one of those #but here it is #I read sully’s fic this morning and I was *inspired* to write this #look at that! #I can still form sentences and paragraphs #thought I was completely incoherent now didn’t you?? #ha ha! #I successfully got my brain to function enough to produce 500 words #so the joke’s on you

[thepointoftheneedle]

By Moonlight

On AO3 here.

For the @riverdalepromptathon week 2, a little highwayman story.

The prompts

location: Whyte Wyrm /activity: magic /emotion: angry/ color: orange /lyrics: i came down to meet you in the half light the moon left

With that he put a foot in a stirrup and swung up into the saddle. Mounted on the great horse, his feathered hat was almost as high as her window ledge. As she watched he reached up his hand toward her. For all his swagger there was an entreaty in the gesture, something vulnerable and yearning. She leaned out and placed her fingers into his palm and he stood in the stirrups to bring it to his lips in a courtly gesture, which he immediately ruined by licking her finger and grinning mischievously. “I so wanted to know the sweetness of that orange Betty. I longed for it as I watched you eat it. Will you let me have a proper taste next time?” She gasped and snatched her hand back as he laughed and spurred Bess out through the courtyard and away, followed by his clerk, if that was what he was, out onto the moonlit road as it unrolled before him like a ribbon.

The song? Well it's a pretty British kind of story so let's have an English folk song about the most famous of the highwaymen Dick Turpin. (If the voice is familiar it's because it’s Colin Meloy of the Decemberists).

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[lucivar]

Riverdalepromptathon Week 2

-> ANGER + ORANGE

I know this is peak river!crack, which I live for, but this one is for @arsenicpanda who once told me that this scene inspired them to keep watching this dumpster fire of a show (affectionate). I hope you like this random nonsense!

@riverdalepromptathon​

(trying comic graphics style this time)

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[riverdalepromptathon]

riverdale promptathon week two masterlist

fic

untitled / @bxtty-jxnes / tumblr 

By Moonlight / @thepointoftheneedle / tumblr / ao3

Mirror Maze / @literarygetaway21 / tumblr / ao3

untitled / @imreallyloveleee / tumblr

untitled / @bugheadsextape / tumblr

Snowflakes are kisses from Heaven / @nightskiye / tumblr / ao3

to you health / @sullypants / tumblr / ao3

untitled / @hbiccjsblog / tumblr 

nightfall / @winterlovesong1 / tumblr / ao3

untitled / @like-romeoandjuliet-love / tumblr

bewitched / @heavy-lies-the-crown​ / tumblr / ao3

It's Just Your Typical Wednesday / EdgarsAbandonedRocketship / ao3 

Abilities and New Beginnings / @chrissmou​ / tumblr / ao3

graphic

@fyeahbughead / tumblr

@jugbetty / tumblr 

@bettycooper​ / tumblr

art/other

@raymondebidochonlifechoices / tumblr (graphic, drabble, PLUS cocktail recipe!!!)

@lucivar​ / tumblr

Everyone is so amazing! Did we miss your contribution? Tell us, please! 

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[winterlovesong1]

nightfall

for @riverdalepromptathon - Based on the prompts orange, angry, and the lyrics “I came down to meet you in the half light the moon left”

Author Comments: Surprise! I made a moodboard! And I wrote a thing! Don’t be too harsh on the moodboard - it’s my first one...

-/-

She waits by the river she’s known since she was a child, near the tree with carved initials of people who pledged forever, not knowing what it meant.

(she knew what it meant once)

She looks out at the vast landscape of water, mesmerized by the night’s light upon its glassy exterior.

She thinks did it always appear this way or was I too blind to ever notice.

Read more at AO3.

#bughead fic #riverdalepromptathonweek2 #my fic moodboard #writing: winter's

[raymondebidochonlifechoices]

for @riverdalepromptathon​: week two

>> Whyte Wyrm + magic + orange (or, rather, its cousin, the tangerine)

There are a lot of strange things about the Whyte Wyrm.

First there are the cocktails: retro recipes from the 30s and the 50s but also from long before the prohibition, with names like Southside, Old Pal and Last Word. Corpse Reviver, Widows Kiss and the Bijou. The Rusty Nail. Death in the Afternoon. Hurricane.

Then there is the bartender, Frank Fogarty (father of Fangs Fogarty), who is the spitting image of the vaudeville performer of the same name who created the Last Word cocktail back in 1915.

There’s also the incongruous basket of shining tangerines that no one is allowed to touch, except from the owner of the Whyte Wyrm and the big ass snake that materialises behind the bar from time to time. Jughead Jones always drinks his Sazerac garnished with a peel of tangerine instead of the traditional lemon; and the snake seems to only be interested in sinking its teeth in the juicy fruits. No one has ever seen Jones and the serpent in the same place at the same time.

Finally, there’s the fact that if you ask your cocktail directly from the Serpent King (for a price, of course) and if it is delivered to you by one Betty Cooper-Jones, then the name of your drink becomes quite literal for the person who drinks it.

It invariably tastes like tangerines.

Sazerac Cocktail 

1 sugar cube

2 dashes of Peychaud’s bitters

5 cl cognac (or rye whiskey)

Mix and pour in an absinthe rinsed old-fashioned glass.

Garnish with a lemon peel or -if you’re Jughead- a tangerine one!

#riverdalepromptathonweek2 #Bughead #the Southside Serpents are definitely magical #very loose interpretation of the word 'orange' #by yours truly #🐍🐍🐍 #apologies to Albrecht Dürer for what I did to his lovely snake

[riverdalepromptathon]

WEEK TWO

pick two or more prompts:

location: Whyte Wyrm

activity: magic

emotion: angry

color: orange

lyrics: i came down to meet you in the half light the moon left

POST DATE

Wednesday, May 5

RULES

pick two or more from the prompts above.

create something! anything: fic, fanart, moodboard, gifset - whatever strikes your fancy. all characters and all ships welcome.

post it on the following Wednesday so we’ve all got some new content to share and enjoy while we wait for our beloved trash fire problematic fave to return from hiatus.

tag your submission with #riverdalepromptathonweek2 AND tag the @riverdalepromptathon​ account in your post so we can find it and reblog it!

that’s it. seriously - we just want to encourage some creativity and sharing during the hiatus. if you have any questions, our ask box is open!

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[riverdalepromptathon]

hey hey hey. it’s riverdale promptathon’s week two posting day!

over the next week we’ll be reblogging your completed prompts. make sure you’ve tagged your submission with #riverdalepromptathonweek2 AND @riverdalepromptathon​ so we don’t miss it, and keep an eye out for next week’s prompts!

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