#so i went ahead and drew these even if idk if they make sense. look at the dog haniwa it makes me so happy :•)

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according to this post, Gregory's favorite movie is SUSPIRIA..... so here's me redrawing screenshots from that movie to include Gregory Horror Show characters ❤

screenshots i referenced are below the cut ✂

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#ghs #gregory horror show #suspiria #suspiria 1977 #screenshot redraw #fanart #digital art #sketch app #image described #lonely dog draws #scopophobia/ #i don't remember this movie very well and i didn't particularly enjoy it when i did watch it. but artistically it is so alluring #so i went ahead and drew these even if idk if they make sense. look at the dog haniwa it makes me so happy :•)

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Ml Theory: Origins of Emilies name and Mayuras design

While looking up the real life equivalent of Emilies portrait and its artist I came across something that is just WAY too good to be a mere coincidence.

As many fans know already Emilies golden portrait is in real life the painting “Adele Bloch-Bauer I” by Gustav Klimt from 1907.

Its to this day the painting sold for the highest price EVER, making it a fitting portrait to visualize Gabriels love for Emilie I always thought. But there is quite more background information with potential to be important.

Back before we were given Emilies name in “Gorizilla” Adele was a very common name for her in the fandom because of the original golden Lady, Adele. Funnily enough, the idea that Emilies name is connected to her portrait has quite likely never been a wrong assumption in the first place. We just never went deep enough to find her actual name or a couple of other similarities for not only her but for Natalie as well.

Because as the names might have already given it away, Adele Bloch-Bauer and Gustav Klimt were not husband and wife. Adele was married to someone else and Gustav never married at all. So while this painting is one of Gustavs most well known and one of the most valuable paintings in the world, the lady in the painting wasn’t his wife/lover and therefore Emilies name also isn’t Adele.

But just because Gustav Klimt wasn’t married doesn’t it mean that there wasn’t a very special woman in his life, one he was incredibly close with.

So may I present to you:

Emilie Flöge

Right away its obvious that both painting were done in the same eye catching style, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

She was the almost life long and very dear life-partner and Muse of Gustav Klimt. Just like him she was austrian and she was a fashion designer/creator and business woman and the sister of Gustavs sister-in-law. From 1891 onward he drew/painted her several times and rumors even say that Gustav, on his most well known painting “Der Kuss (The kiss), eternalized him and her together as lovers.

So if there is a name associated with the “Adele” portrait that were to be Emilies namesake it certainly was the right call to have it be the dear life-partner of the artist who is basically representing Gabriel in this. Emilie Flöge.

But digging even deeper into Gustav Klimts works one could even make the argument that another name in the show wasn’t as completely random either and apparently not lazy at all:

Amilie Graham de Vanily

Because 7 years after finishing “Adele Bloch-Bauer I” he started painting another portrait called “Das Bildnis der Amalie Zuckerkandl (The Image of Amalie Zuckerkandl)”

but it was never finished because… well… both he and Amalie died in that timeframe for reasons unrelated to each other so.. yeah. But still.

I do think this woman is the namesake for our Amilie de Vanily, not because of background information as with Emilie, its more that I can indeed imagine it very well that for Emilies sister Thomas Astruc and Team went back to the same artist they got her name from and looked for a fitting name. And since it’s a pair of twin sisters we are talking about here the name “Amalie” was probably just waaaaaay to good and convenient to pass on.

So Amalie became Amilie and our family Graham de Vanily twin sisters had their names.

But you know what? If I’m already at it, lets take this to another level and you all know what I'm about to point out.

Because the first thing I thought when I looked at the portrait of Emilie Flöge was a sober: "Yeah, so THAT looks like Mayura" 

-Main color blue with pink highlights

-one piece of each outfit has white incorporated

-both have a "peacock tail". Mayuras is just part of her dress and Flöges is something like a big fancy collar (idk man)

-Hands gloveless

-necks covered. Natalie/Mayura wears a turtleneck and Flöges wears a scarf

-Flöges has dark hair like Natalie (not as dark but definitely closer to Natalies than Emilie Agrestes)

I do even have another reason why I think Mayuras design was inspired by the real life background of Emilie Agrestes golden portrait.

Not only does Miss Flöges blue dress with pink highlights explain why the peacocks signature color is blue combined with (FREAKING) pink even though that isn’t anywhere close to an accurate depiction of a real life peacock the way all the other Miraculous do (It bothered me to no end but now I can finally sleep again in peace) But would you believe it? One of Gustav Klimts last finished paintings shows a woman who is supposedly meant to visualize what he thought to be the epitome of beauty:

Peacocks, fan, you get where I’m going here right?

And this would make sense, RIGHT? Emilie was the peacock miraculous holder before Natalie so Emilies namesake wearing an outfit resembling the peacock holder we know and the peacock in general combined with the symbols of what the artists thought to be beautiful should checkout, shouldn’t it?

Weeeeell yes but mostly no imo.

While it is true that Emilie was the blue peacock long before Natalie became Mayura, it doesn’t change the fact that we, the viewers, were trained to associate the direct complementary color with Emilie right from the start. Emilie for US is not blue, she’s the opposite of blue, she’s yellow like her portrait:

So it is very unlikely in my opinion that the blue Mayura outfit would be used like that for Emilie as well. That’s just WAY to harsh of a color whiplash for a character only given to us (for now) through stoic visual representation and a couple of lines from her family. We have very little to directly associate Emilies character with so yeah, her color coding with yellow and white is way to important to just break like that.

Therefore I do think its safe to say that the Mayura outfit/colorscheme is meant to be primarily associated with Natalie, meaning if the team actually took inspiration from this portrait for the Mayura design even though its also the portrait they took the name of the lost WIFE from, I do think this is supposed to mean something.

Especially when you consider that the painting of the epitome of beauty woman is obviously hindu oriented. Which comes right back to Natalie because not only is her villain name MAYURA the name of the male peacock in hindu mythology (the female one is called Mayuri) a general oriental flair is also how her room is designed as we just saw in the New York special 

So what does all of this mean now? I’ve thrown quite a lot at you and a lot is contradicting each other too much to get a clear picture right away. So lets bring a little order into all of this and translate how these informations properly with what we see in Miraculous.

I’ll break it down like this:

Adeles golden Portrait doesn’t show the actual lover of the artist. Although Adele was married the actual special woman in Gustav Klimts life was Emilie Flöge, his partner, friend and companion he may have been in love with.

Translating this for Miraculous would become this:

Emilies golden Portrait doesn’t show the actual lover of Gabriel Agreste. Although Emilie was married to him the actual special woman in Gabriels life was Natalie Sanccour, his partner, friend and companion he may be starting to fall in love with.

Meaning this for the usage of the real life portraits as references:

Yes they still choose the right name for Emilie. The lady on the golden portrait is neither lover nor wife hence why Emilie couldn’t be named Adele. Because even if Gabriel is now falling in love with Natalie its doesn’t change that before all of this started Emilie was indeed the special woman in his life, hence her namesake being Emilie Flöge.

But on the other hand Natalie/Mayura, Gabriels new love, we know from the very start and a lot better than Emilie, is the right person to give the design of the blue portrait. E. Flöge was life-partner, friend and companion to a single man, everything that Natalie is as well. So while all of these aspects also applied to Emilie Agreste in the past they are way more fittingly at home with Natalie in the narrative of the show.

Besides that I will continue to stand to my believe that once we get Emilie back things will not go the way Gabriel wanted. Too much has happened that is too unforgivable. So our Emilie is portrayed as the not-wife-lady in gold because once Emilie is back and finds out what a monster (of a father) Gabriel has become there will very quickly be no marriage between them anymore. 

Okay, that’s all I have but I just had a thought so I wanna say it for protocol that I called it:

I'm calling dips on Gabriel getting a portrait for Natalie in s4 that looks like the the blue one from Emilie Flöge.

Just saying, I'm calling dips

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ml theory #ml designs #ml spoilers #Emilie Agreste #natalie sancoeur #Gabriel Agreste #Mayura #Mayuras design #Gustav Klimt #Emilie Flöge #ml design refernces #Emilies golden Portrait #Amilie Graham de Vanily

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I got another idea if you’re up for it! What if Martin just finally snaps for a second one night when he and his s/o are in the field. She comforts him as much as possible and tells him everything she adores about him. If it gets into some nsfw, I would never complain 😌

Thank you for always taking my requests btw. So glad someone writes for Martin and does it so well 🖤

I obviously really loved this idea.. but something about it made it so difficult to write. Idk what it is even after I asked for a few specifics! *sigh* I cant really seem to get the tone right. Think I’m suffering from a case of bad brains...lmao

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One of the things that you adored about Martin was the fact that he wore his emotions on his sleeve. It was something that would be pretty much undetectable to a stranger--they’d just see some shy boy with a stoic face. Some strange form of telepathy, you could practically feel his moods when they’d start to shift. You could tell when he was anxious, he would always end up chewing on his nails. You knew when he was angry-- most of the time it was after he left Cuda’s. When he was happy or excited about something, you were elated. It was so rare that you got to see him smile. If you really thought about it, Martin hadn’t really smiled in the past few weeks.

You could sense something was off the moment you answered the door. He appeared almost startled to see you-- His reactions were a bit delayed, words more like an afterthought. His eyes were slightly red and puffy, if anything it looked as though he had been crying.He assured you that he was fine.. It was just his allergies. When you persisted he changed the subject. The two of you stood chatting idly in the kitchen for a while as he gradually drew closer. Before you knew it, Martin stood right in front of you,holding you close as he nuzzles in close to your neck.You can feel him practically meld against you, but he was trembling as you card your fingers through his hair. He pulls you closer still, almost as if he was afraid you might slip away.

“Martin, are you sure you’re okay?”

“Do you think we can just go outside?”

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The two of you decided to take a walk when you suggested you visit the field. He seemed to perk up instantly, it had to be one of his favorite places in town. It was on the west side,on top of a small hill right behind an old abandoned church. The grass was mostly unattended, littered with wildflowers and cat tails. You could see almost everything from that vantage point, you would often find him staring into the distance. He claimed the city looked so far away, it actually made him believe one day he could actually leave. He could! You’ve always tried to remind him that given the word you would pack up and go with him.

By the time the two of you arrived there he managed to grow quiet once again. You could tell he was listening, he offered short replies-- but it was clear that he wasn’t completely there.

“Well here we go..” You offer, stretching your arms above your head “I’m so glad it’s not as hot today..”

“Yeah..” He offers, staring idly towards the skyline-- fingers clenching in his pockets. You already decided that you weren’t going to ask him again. You just wished he would tell you what was wrong. Was he feeling shaky? He had no problem letting you know-- the two of you had even worked out a ‘deal’. Maybe he went out to feed without telling you and he feels guilty. Even then, he just stuck with the bums right?

The seconds seemed to bleed into minutes as you knelt down, fiddling with bits of stray grass. It was a nervous habit, maybe you could make him a flower crown! It had amused him to no end the first time. After a while you decide to just let it be as you roll out the blanket, settling back onto the grass. Your eyes were focused on the sky above you honed in on one particular cloud. “Breathe”

Moments pass and before you know it, Martin moves to join you on the blanket. You bite down on the insides of your cheeks, still not wanting to show any outward signs of relief. He was curled up on his side facing you, head propped up on his elbow. You could tell he was watching you-- watching the sky, but he still refused to speak. The sound of crickets and cicadas muddle together in a quiet hum. Wind cutting through the grass as the breeze picks up, sending some of the clouds over the sun. You can feel the back of his fingers tentatively brush against your cheek. Thumb grazing along the curve of your jaw as he leans in. Your breath hitches in your throat. His hand moves to rest against your waist as he gently tilts your head to face him. You couldn't quite describe the expression on his face-- his cheeks were flushed, tears brimming the corners of his eyes.

What was wrong?!

You were about to ask him once again but he leans in kissing you sweetly. He hovers there for a moment, you can practically feel the anticipation emanating from his skin. His tongue traces along your bottom lip as he sighs, you were already turning to face him. Push pull in a tandem, when you lean in he starts to draw back. Your fingers grip the hem of his shirt urging him to stay in place. His tongue teasingly darts between your lips once again right before he deepens the kiss. Stars seem to explode behind your eyes as they always did the second your lips would meet.

You were breathless as he moved to rest on top of you, lips pressed against the base of your throat. His hands were eager--traveling over every bit of skin he could reach, moving to rest between your jean clad thighs. Now this was different. He kisses you like he was desperate for air as he fumbles with the buttons of your jeans.You wanted to be concerned...you never knew Martin to be this assertive… why did he still seem to be on the verge of tears? You could taste them, a slight saltiness on your tongue as his fingers slip past the elastic. His movements were frantic, lips hovering inches above your own as he skillfully buys your silence. You find yourself grasping at fist fulls of grass as he continues to work you over.

You could have sworn that you could faintly hear the train blaring on in the distance. Memories of being cooped up in his tiny little room.. hand resting over your mouth, with a chair braced against the door. The two of you could clearly hear the old man walking up the steps. His head moves to rest at the crook of your neck as his breath ghosts against the shell of your ear. “Darling..go ahead.. He whispers…

You wanted to. You needed to so badly, but you just had to know what was wrong? Was he leaving… surely he would have said something. His lips pressed against the base of your throat once again... and you were finished. Spasming against his hand as he rains kisses all over your cheeks and forehead. “Ma-martin..I ahh l-love e you…” you whisper. Once again he seems to drift off somewhere in the back of his head. The weight of your words seem to vanish somewhere in the distance.Dampness continues to seep into the fabric of your shirt.

The breeze sends a wave of goosebumps across your skin, as the fine sheen of sweat begins to cool. Martin still rests on top of you, hand still buried in your jeans with his head lying gently across your chest. His breath begins to slow, but you could feel dampness seeping into the fabric of your t shirt. His shoulders start to quake as his left arm encircles your waist.

“S- sorry… I’m s-so sorry.”

His voice comes out in broken sobs. You sit back on your elbows, brown locks spill across your white shirt. “I--h-hate him so much…”

You finally realized what this was about, it caused something inside you to ignite. You could always sense his disposition from the moment he met up with you after work. You already loathed the old man, you didn’t trust him any further than you could throw him. He told you all about the garlic and the exorcisms. He told you how much Cuda wanted him dead. For a while you didn't take it as being literal. After all, Martin was family.

His grip on your shirt grows tighter as nearly choked sobs escape his throat. Face still buried against your ribs, your legs wrap around him holding him in place. At this point, he was practically wailing. The weight of his tears caused your shirt to cling to your skin.

“I’m m-n-ott gonna leave you… “ He continues to chant, all the while your hands continue to weave through his hair. He holds you closer still, lips hovering against the shell of your ear. The words seem to leave his body like a mantra.

“I’m not gonna leave you ever.”

#martin 1977 #martin 1978 #martin mathias #martin/you #martin/reader

[bluebellhairpin]

Never Forget, Never Regret (1/?)

Levi Ackerman X Reader (But like, less than normal?)

A/N: Blame that conversation I had with Suz a couple weeks ago for this one. #BEST DECOY CLUB!!! - Nemo

Summary: They’ve always been a duo, riding along the exact same path in the exact same way. But then they aren’t, and (y/n) can’t tell if that’s a good thing or not. 

Warnings: Character Death. General AoT themes. Blood. Injuries. 

Listening to: ‘Apple Seed’ - Attack on Titan OST (Bertholdt Transformation Theme) - ‘Old man please remember me.’ 

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Eventually, when someone's faced with something that they're unable to overcome, they have to make a decision. Keep fighting, and overcome the situation. Or get help, find someone who can overcome it. 

These two Scouts managed to do both. 

When they were in the training corps they met someone who they soon came to realized was a lot like the other. And to this day they had yet to meet anyone who didn't think they both were absolutely insane. 

Training s cadets was more a time they'd both spend bonding rather than actually training - even if an obscene amount of training did get done anyway. It was like they both really wanted to be there. They'd blabber on about how each other would kill the titans, how efficient they both could be if they tried the odm gear this way or that. They would keep score when they spared, rewarding whoever 'won' with some of the loser's food at dinner. The most unusual of all the things they did was probably joining the Scouting Legion - without flinching, or a single second thought.

No one would think that was a good choice, not until a boy came years after they both joined. He had the same pure, unrestrained audacity as both of them did - and did he latch on to their examples like a man starved. 

On their first expedition beyond the walls, everyone thought they'd both die. Not because they were inexperienced or lacking skills - they both were some of the top ranking in the whole cadets - however they were also self-destructive. 

When the time came to using the odm gear to avoid the titans during the expedition, they went nothing short of buckwild. 

Their superior was horrified. The other Scouts were shocked into awe. And when they returned within the walls, their superior's superior wanted to 'ground' them both for recklessness. However, like some angel of death, second chances, and blond hair, Erwin Smith came and simply asked for them both to be transferred to his section. Erwin, being new to his higher position in the Scouts, was seen as just gathering people to join his expeditions. 

The two had been outside the walls. Riden. Fought. Lived. Protected. In fact, despite their reckless moves and haphazard techniques, they'd been a great help - only three people came back to be buried, and one didn’t come back at all. 

A new record.

Erwin didn't understand how bad they must've been, facts considered. Not until he saw them in action too. 

Then and there, in a forest filled with titans, he knew. 

They were smiling. Laughing. They both sounded like they were having the time of their lives. He concluded they were absolutely bonkers. But in a flash, he also knew they were going to be useful. 

They went ahead, letting out whoops and cheers, while watching each other's backs, but they drew a lot of the titans to themselves too. They put themselves into a buttload of danger, but the other Scouts, especially the new cadets, were having it much easier. Erwin could see a method to the madness, even if they themselves couldn't, and from then on he decided he'd use it as best he could.

And that's exactly what happened. 

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You hung up your saddle, fixing up the stirrups, and deciding to not clean it today, as much as Levi might nag you about it later. You did do it last week, and again lightly before you left yesterday. 

After today, however, you had a feeling he'd be lenient. 

Despite how Erwin planned, and how the Cadet Armin offered his opinion, the losses counted were not something you, nor your titan-killing counterpart could've stopped. Said counterpart soon appeared at your side. 

By now you could tell when it was her behind you and when it was Hange trying to test your 'connection'. You could tell she was going to say something, just from the way she let out a huff. Turning, you saw she was looking slightly disheveled, which was odd considering how kept she normally looked. 

And for once, you didn't know what to say to make her or yourself feel better. 

"I'll miss them," she said, saving you from having to say anything, "But we've got to keep fighting. For them." 

"Never regret." You said, lifting a fist up to her, and she mirrored you, her fist now touching yours.

"Never forget." She finished. 

"Oi, (y/n), Nerva. Erwin wants the both of you in the dining hall." Levi said, appearing from thin air to startle you both half out of your skins. "Now." he added after a beat.

"Yessir." She drawled, earning a scowl from the short captain. Even though you'd both been here longer than him, he still thought he had more authority than you. Nerva said it was because he was 'so old', but you were pretty sure it was just because of how skilled he was. You worked a lot on luck, and he didn't like leaving things to chance and bets. 

"Sure thing Levi." You said. If one of you were going to be less than pleasant, then it was probably going to be you. It helped that you had a soft spot for him. 

You both watched Levi eye you one more time, before he left. No sooner had he left, then Nerva had a hand on your shoulder.

"'Sure thing Levi'," she started, mocking you in a hushed and too goodie-two-shoed voice, "Also, I love you and want to marry you and have your babies please, Mr. Captain Levi Sir." 

You laid a heavy backhand on her shoulder.

"Shut up!" You scolded, "After everything that happened today, you're doing that?" She smiled sadly, shrugging with a hand on her shoulder.

"Humour makes it easier for me. You know I don't cry, ever, so this is second best." she said, "And you know, well might I add, that if Petra were still here I'd be doing it to her too. The both of you were groupies." 

Your eyes darkened, a ghost of a wicked smirk flashing on your face before you returned to your stoick look.

"I supposed I shouldn't bring up that 'meeting' you had with Miche and Erwin then. Without me." You said, sticking your nose in the air. "You and I both know we always go to meetings together. That one was suspicious."

Nerva sputtered as you took off towards the main building, catching up to your side with a few quick strides. 

"I've sworn that was just a meeting, nothing happened!" 

"Sure sure." 

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They had a plan. 

The Cadet Armin thought he knew who the Female Titan was, and as a group you'd all come up and approve a plan. 

You and Nerva didn't have a lot to do, if you were to compare this mission to normal circumstances. Your main job was to make sure things didn't go too out of hand, and to take civilians out of the way if they couldn't in time. Your unprecedented odm moves would be utilized, just like Erwin normally did, and Nerva was practically vibrating for a chance to catapult and slingshot through narrow streets. 

You hadn't done something like that since the 104th Cadets joined the Garrison and Scouts to help with the second wall breach. 

Standing atop a rooftop each, you and Nerva huddle behind some chimney's. You both share a couple looks, and you knew what she was saying. 

'Something's gonna happen. Something bad.'

And you couldn't help but agree. You don't survive this long in the Scouts without getting an intuition. A sixth sense for when things are going to turn sour. This was one of those times you were right. 

The sky rumbled, shaking the building you were on, and there was a bright flash of light. You slid down the roof but caught yourself, and Nerva surged forward with a stumble. 

"Damn," she swore, hands on her odm handles, "It really was Annie." 

You turned and climbed back up the roof to see what Nerva saw - the same blonde-haired titan that had killed your friends. 

"That's a titan I'd cut to splinters." Nerva muttered.

"She's just a kid," you said, also reaching for your gear, "I bet she doesn't know any different." She clicked her tongue, before pointing around. 

"Let's get moving. I'll tell Erwin, you tell Hange. Collect and corral civilians on the way if you have time. Go, go, go!" 

You both had an intuition that day - that something bad would happen. At the time you didn't know how bad that thing was. But you found out. 

Annie and the Female Titan soon became the least of your problems. 

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#the adventures #levi ackerman x reader #attack on titan x reader #shinjeki no kyojin x reader #erwin smith #oc x reader?

[impaladolan]

What if y/n tried to sneak out again and ends up opening a door and it’s literally a conference room and grays ins sitting head of the table and it’s filled w mafia men lmaooo and she’s just like oh sorry was looking for the bathroom which is an obvious lie cos girl has one in her room and she runs away and one of them catch her and take back to grays I mean does he punish her in front of the men girl that’s up to you but even if he doesn’t I feel like it’s like a lowkey funny concept like poor girl she just tryna escape hahaha

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i think it would be fun if y/n just constantly winds up him now in hopes he will get sick of her antics and just tell her everything hehe like maybe one day she steals his rolex, smashes all the plates lmaoo idk now that i type that out i feel like he won’t care and just spank her ass every time (which i highly doubt she’s gonna complain about lol)

Capture - Grayson Dolan [7/-]

summary: y/n has always been a curious women, but when she stumbles upon something she’s not supposed to.. things become too much to handle...

warnings: swearing & humiliation/degradation..

a/n: do y’all want to do tags @?? and also, thank you sweet anons for the prompts! love you all 💕

The events to which had pertained early this morning continuously played on a loop in your head. Rerun after rerun, and you never ran out of film. It really made you question your decision-making skills, or rather any of the skills and manners you have acquired in your short time of living. You couldn't help the "imbalance of homeostasis" moreover your impulsive, fluctuant feelings that would come over you like a rushing water at times. It really made everything a bit more difficult to understand. In shorter terms;

What the hell even happened?

You couldn't deny or even feel guilty for the wrongdoings of this morning, but nor could you exactly excuse them. Yes, it was a heat of the moment type of thing and you really should have expected him to come barging in like that, but it still had taken you off guard. Although, when you think back to what happened, you don't regret it.

You miss it.

You miss the way it felt, to be sat atop of him and needing for his scared touch. He was like a drug. An addictive, life sucking drug that wouldn't wash away from your mind. He was all you could think about.

He is all you can think about.

The wanting demand to know his name, the request to see his godawful handsome face, the aching of his touch. Everything about him was mysterious and daunting. He drew you in, like a magnet against steel. The burning desire you have for him doesn't make sense.

How could you be in love with someone you barely know? Someone who had taken you away from everything you've ever known. A man that knows the ins and outs of you, yet you couldn't even recognize his name?

It feels like a game. A stupid, twisted fucking game that you're bound to lose to.

Sighing to your intrusive thoughts, you blow a wavering piece of hair from your face. You were stuffed under the lengthy duvet and your eyes were directed at the spinning ceiling fan above. The industrial, artificial wind-making machine upwards reminded you of a similar one placed in your room at home. Of course, this one didn't have a squeak but it still made the pit of your stomach drop in an agony-filled remembrance of home. It feels like forever ago when you used to run every morning. The feel of the harsh wind against your cheeks and the subtle pumping of your heart was washed away with the same old gray walls that you were enclosed by every single waking moment.

The sudden thought of just that sparked energy within you.

You were pretty exhausted from prior events and you thought you’d be able to get a nap or two in. But your overthinking and legitimate thoughts clouded your head and you just couldn’t find a way to sleep properly. Although now, you were ready to explore.

Well, explore the kitchen.

The mere thought of a tall glass of iced water sounds satisfactory. Especially for your often dry throat. So, you hassled out of the flooding white covers and marched straight to the door, pulling down the only thing that covers you; a large white t-shirt— presumably his. The urge to soothe the parchedness that swirled within you only strengthened as you trekked past the door and into the ominous hallway. You werent for sure if he was home or not, but at this point it really didn't matter. You were thirsty and you were gonna do something about it, one way or another.

You retraced your steps from only a few days beforehand, when you had tried to escape, which had ended in complete failure. Thinking back to it, it surprises you that he actually knew you were in the walk-in pantry the entire time.

It seems like he knows just about everything.

Like you remembered, the hall opened up into a large, modern looking kitchen that could possibly sustain an expensive restaurant if it really had to. Before you could pause in absolute awe by just gaping at it, you get straight to work in finding a glass. You swung open most of the cabinet doors, opening to mainly spice racks and pots/pans that looked pricier than your own vehicle. You finally found something that could fit the desired contents and you went straight for the fridge. Just as quickly, you dip your cup in the little boxed formation and listen to the ice cubes soothingly fall. You didn't even worry about the deafening bangs of the cubes as they fell from the dispenser, or the crackling or the cool water slipping down and around their entirety.

God, it looks like heaven.

You bring the cylindrical shape up to your lips and let the freezing water slip down your tongue and throughout your body. It cured any and everything that seemed to be wrong, at least for the moment. You dont stop your drinking until the water is fully ingested and the ice begins to burn the tip of your nose. You place the glass carefully on the counter and deeply inhale, shutting your eyes for a brief moment to think.

You’re tired of staying in that room all damn day, and you need a change of scenery. You know there’s got to be way more in this house than just the couple rooms you’ve ventured in, and what’s the worst that could happen?

Aww, he spanks your ass again?

Like that would solve anything anyway. He should know by now that it affects you differently. He seems to know everything else about you. It’s actually really frustrating. For him to know all the details and you’re left in the weird gray area that’s clueless and dumb. It makes you so aggravated and angered, and you wanted to oh so bad, put your foot down in some way.

So, that’s what you’ll do.

A devilish grin comes across your face as you leave the kitchen, waltzing into the dining area with scouring eyes. What could you possibly do to make the “almighty capturer” upset? The first thing to come across your head was unorganization.

He seems like a perfectionist, someone who likes everything put in their exact places and to not be tampered with. You share that similar quality, but you aren’t an extremist like him.

You first lay your eyes on the dining room table, the centerpiece along with the runner looking a little too nice. With a sense of urgency, you decide sabotage. Firstly, you grab the extravagant-looking art sculpture and set it on the floor. After, you crumple the cloth underneath it. With an odd smirk, you pull out all the chairs in not so orderly fashion.

Wow, Y/N, you really did some damage..

Taking a couple steps back to look at the petty mess you've made, a chuckle erupts from your mouth and you sigh yet again. You shrug the simplicity away from your head and continue your walking. You come about a spiraling staircase and instantly begin to climb it, eager to see the upper floor’s decor. Your hand slides against the railing as you become steps closer to your desired destination, another chic and modern looking domain before your eyes. Unlike the downstairs, this room held a lot more art work and a certain professionality you couldn't begin to explain, but you continued to move forward. You approach another hallway, except this one withheld a deadend, large double doors that open outward. It somehow gained your attention and you couldn't help but want a quick look inside. Nothing was really stopping you and there are no signs of him around, so why not?

You didn’t really need an answer, you just went ahead and did what was on your mind. Exerting the small amount of force needed to push down the handles, you pull the doors open wide and focus your eyes on the room’s interior.

Men, sat all along a table that led all the way up to him.

Your eyes widen in immediate shock and your jaw drops open. All of their heads turn in the direction of a barely dressed girl standing in the doorway, disrupting the importance of a meeting with their leaders.

You.

Papers were strung all over the long piece of oak and there was bustling before you rudely interrupted their transactions and communicating, but you were too frozen to react or runaway.

“What the fuck are you doing up here, Y/N?” He said your name with such a deep and dark mannerism, it made your pussy throb unexpectedly. “I- Uhm, I.. Bathroom?” Words wouldn’t come out straight, no matter how hard you tried. You felt the stares of a million, but you could only focus your gaze on him.

And he looks furious.

What could you do to escape all of this? Well, running actually. You take off just as you see him get up from his seat. You speed back down the hallway you first walked down and curved through the different paths you had taken prior. The faint “go fucking get her” that spilled from his lips had made it to your ears and a certain fear ignited within you.

You could hear the footsteps behind you, but you didn’t stop. You were almost down the steps, until that menacing touch of someone grabbing you right before freedom— immersed around you. You knew it wasn’t his arms wrapped around you, but you didn’t dare look back to see whose it actually was. You wanted to cry, struggling to stay in his grasp as he lifted you back up and into the meeting room from whence you came.

“Let her down, Marc.” His wondrous voice filled your ears and you’ve never felt so secure yet troubled in your entire lifetime. The large arms unraveled from around you and you were softly placed on the ground. You didn’t dare to look up, but instead focus on the ground beneath you.

“Get your ass over here, slut.” His dark voice filled the quiet room, and your heart plummeted at the sound of such a slur. Sadly, you could only listen to him, so you walk carefully around the table, making your way to his perch. You weren’t even fully near him until his arm reached out and clutched your wrist, forcefully pulling you towards him. He roughly laid you over his lap, in front of everyone, and pulled up the bottom of your shirt, allowing every eye to see you lower half nakedness.

And just like the early morning prospects, an echoing slap to your ass filled the room’s silence. “This is what fucking happens, Y/N. When you disobey me.” You could tell his jaw was clenched and his face was red with anger by the way he was talking. Tears began to form in your eyes, but not from the pain, but from the embarrassment.

How’re you supposed to face all the people in this room, after getting an ass whooping for the second time today?

“Guess you don’t know how to fuckin’ listen well, do you Y/N?” He kept saying your name like it was some kind of extravaganza, which humiliated you all the more. You didn’t want everyone to know who you are, laid across a grown man’s lap and getting seriously aroused amidst people.

Out of the blue, he wraps his hand around the back of your neck to pull you back up to face him, a dark red spread across your cheeks. “Lucky I don’t make you suck my fuckin’ cock in front of all of ‘em. Then they’d know you aren’t such a bad little girl, wouldn’t they?” He whispers against your ear as he sets you on his knee, facing the direction of the stone cold men veering their eyes on everything but you— away from the awful scene.

You shake your head to his words, feeling his large hands linger under your shirt. “Don’t think so? Would that embarrass you, sweetheart? Cause I couldn’t give a less fuck about that right now.” His hands continue to travel upwards, wrapping around the both of your unclothed breasts, the thin shirt material not doing much justice.

“Please, no. I-I’ll do whatever you want, just please— not here.” With those words of plea, you cross your arms over his hands and train your eyes to the floor in humiliation.

“Get back to you room, and don’t leave it. You’re on thin fucking ice, princess.”

to be continued...

a/n: don’t ask me why, i really don’t know why he has such an affinity for spanking her 🤷‍♀️ and it’s also 1:00 am that I finally finished this.. procrastination at its finest..

#dolan twins #dt #dolan twins smut #grayson #ily #ethan dolan #ethan grant dolan #grant #grayson dolan #grayson dolan fanfic #capture #grayson dolan smut

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have you— have you read new 662 chapter?... like i just did and idk if i should scream or straight up die

and r u ok with stuff like that?? since ur blog is clearly not tcf blog and i dont want to litter ur ask box with unnecessary stuff

first of all, yessss, I welcome all talk on this blog regardless if it’s requests or plain discussion on any of the fandoms celebrated here! 

so this took a while for me to answer because not going to lie, I had not caught up to the most recent chapters because I can easily consume a hundred chapters in a sitting, I decided to let it accumulate - anyways I only had 60 or so chapters to catch up on so now that I’m all caught up - let’s talk business.

But before that.

SPOILERS! In case that wasn’t obvious! Please don’t read ahead if you don’t want to be spoiled about MAJOR PLOT POINTS in TCF!! 600+ chapters and above!

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can I first mention about how it feels like we’re quickly speeding towards the end of TCF and BOY. do I feel sad about it already. I can already feel the emotional drop from finishing a really good series from miles away and I’m sadly not looking forward to it. I always had a hard time parting from series and I already know TCF will hit hard. Perhaps when that time comes, I’ll have to drown my sorrows and release it out through stress writing.

aw man but where to even start? not from where I picked up because WOW author really packed A LOT in 60+ chapters and phew, this will turn into a thesis if I went and commented on it all- so Chapter 662- actually chapter 663. Because by the time I started writing this a new chapter has been updated so-

Right. Where to even begin?? First thing first will be to address the niggling issue at the back of my mind- because I’m a bit confused and not sure if I’ve understood it correctly. 662 really unpacked a lot of information.

So basically why White Star looks like Kim Rok Soo in TCF is because technically when he reincarnated again for Xth number time, he took over Kim Rok Soo’s TCF baby body, which forced out Kim Rok Soo’s soul to leap to Earth 1 and be born there instead. Now Death God decided he’s going to fix this anomaly (and TCF world) by offering to OG Cale Henituse the chance to regress + switch places with Kim Rok Soo, which essentially brings back Kim Rok Soo’s soul back to his original world albeit into a completely different body.

Now, here’s my issue. If this is fixing something, technically Death God fixed nothing? Because technically Kim Rok Soo wouldn’t have been the only soul that has been forced out by White Star in his many, many times of reincarnation cycles. Wouldn’t that mean there would’ve been other ‘Kim Rok Soos’ floating about on other Earths? So what I’m seeing is that, because TCF Earth is facing a crisis, he decided you know, since this world’s gone up in flames might as well try to salvage it by picking the most convenient dead soul- Oh look, a dead Cale Henituse! Great! Here, go to Earth 1 and that lost soul can return and fix this mess! Am I confused? Yes. I hope it will get answered in the future, about what happened to all the other souls that got pushed out of TCF because of White Star and Death God’s true motives.

At 660 chapters +, Author really did try to fit more plot into TCF didn’t they? I appreciate it haha

Next up Thames Family’s dark history - Are they modern people? TCF people? Variables themselves? Half immortals? Or are they the lost souls that’s been pushed out by White Star and brought back to TCF thanks to X God? I can appreciate that Author tried to lighten up the heavy mood with that little bit of humor in 663 (really going to make us think that Drew didn’t leave a single good clue for our dear Cale huh?) and finally, we get some flash backs to the world tree and the dangerous stick they handed over to Cale. Everyone sensing the ‘I’ll stab myself and it’ll turn into the strongest weapon’ moment coming towards us like an oncoming freight train.

Alright, give me your thoughts and your screams about the most recent chapters up to 663 guys. Remember to tag spoilers because we want to protect all our sweet new readers joining the TCF fandom! Meanwhile, I’m going to let TCF sit and accumulate for another 60+ chapters.

Peace. -drops mic-

#chatter #spoilers #tcf #trash of the count's family #chapter discussion #662 #663 #discussion #theories

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I Will Follow You Into the Dark (draco malfoy one shot)

requested by @i-mmunity​ : can you write something about where the reader and draco are dating and she watches the malfoy’s flee during the battle so she runs up and says something like “are you just gonna leave this all behind like nothing happened??” and it gets to a point where she starts dueling lucius and it ends up with him dead or something- idk something along the lines of that but.. i hope that made sense 😳😳

A/N: this took forever and i’m so so sorry!!!! but here it is. i’m terrible at battle scenes so i switched it up a bit i hope that’s okayy!!

WC: 1.4K+

WARNINGS: mentions of death, angst

you can read my draco x cedric fic here!

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST

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i will follow you into the dark (d.m one shot)

The silence spoke volumes. Everyone stood outside, hearts heavy as they watched Harry’s limp body frozen in Hagrid’s arms. The ghosts of those who left you were lingering in the castle, while the rest of you who managed to survive, tried to muster up the courage to keep going. They weren’t going to die in vain. 

You stared at George who looked ahead of him, eyes empty like there was no purpose anymore. And maybe to him, there wasn’t. He lost his other half, after all. You could still feel Fred’s presence, if you imagined it enough- his boisterous laughter and his never ending jokes. You could still hear Remus and Tonks telling you to be careful before you ventured out to the other side of the castle. You could still hear Colin Creevy’s piercing cry before he perished. He was too young, he didn’t deserve that. None of them did. 

As you took a look around the space, you saw Draco for the first time since everything happened. You were behind him, out of his line of vision. You watched as his eyes watered, presumably shaken up from all the deaths he watched happen in front of him. You wanted nothing else but to hold his hand to remind him that he will heal. You all will. But you knew you couldn’t. You couldn’t expose your relationship to everyone. He always told you, you had to be safe. 

“We have to hide this for the both of us,” he whispered as he absentmindedly drew shapes on the skin of your exposed hipbone as you laid in the dark of his dormitory. “I need to keep you safe.” 

You hid behind Luna, not wanting to make your presence known. Hermione caught your eye, a frightened smile tugging on her lips. She was fighting back the tears as she wrapped an arm around Ron who fell apart under her touch. He just lost his brother and now he watched as his best friend’s body sat lifeless in front of him. Then you saw Luna. It was the first time you saw sadness twinkle in her eye, almost as if she lost her optimism. You couldn’t really blame her, could you? It was staring right at you, defeat. 

“Draco,” a voice cut the tension. Your head snapped up at the name being called. You saw Lucius motion him over, a stern look on his face. Draco stayed frozen in his spot, not wanting to walk to his father. Good, you thought, stay, Draco. 

Before you could smile, another voice emerged- this time, lighter and higher. His mother. You gulped, knowing that Narcissa held a special place in Draco’s heart. Don’t do it, you pleaded in your head, hoping that he would somehow be able to hear you, don’t join them. 

“Draco,” she called again, her fingers calling him over. She looked afraid- terrified, even. “Please.”

Draco let out a breath, eyes darting from left to right, waiting for someone to give him a reason to stay. Nobody moved. A part of Draco knew nobody would save him. He’d been horrible to everyone at Hogwarts, he didn’t deserve anyone’s pity. In a way, he was to blame for everyone’s deaths. 

He knew he didn’t have the right to let tears slip when he saw Fred Weasley’s body on the concrete, unmoving. Fred Weasley, the boy whose pranks made him laugh at times, and who was too cool to give Draco the time of day because he knew he was better than Draco; not in an arrogant way but he knew he was kind, unlike Draco who relied solely on his family name. He knew he shouldn’t have waited so long to start walking towards his rightful place, beside his mother and his father, and behind the Dark Lord. 

But a boy could only hope. And hope he did- hoped that someone would somehow forgive him after years of brutality, hoped that someone wouldn’t hate him as much as they thought they did, hoped that they’d tell him there’s more to life than being bad. 

You felt your stomach churn when you saw the Dark Lord’s outstretched arms for Draco. Reluctantly, Draco neared his presence, not daring to return the formality. You couldn’t watch any longer. Quickly, you circled around Luna and ran in the middle of the situation. 

In a piercing cry you spoke, “Draco, stop.” 

He froze in his spot when he heard your voice. No, he thought, you’re not supposed to do this. Draco closed his eyes, a tear slipping out before he could catch it himself. His mother watched him fall apart in agony, knowing that now you, the girl her son loved with his entire being, was now going to be the target of everyone’s wrath. 

Draco turned around, giving you the coldest look he could give. He failed, however, the minute he saw your state. Blood running down from a wound on your temple, clothes torn up, and tears streaming down your face. He cleared his throat, “Y/N, go away. I’ve made my decision.”

“I refuse to believe that!” You yelled, trying to march closer but a hand stopped you. You turned around, annoyed at who was stopping you. 

Neville looked down at you sadly, bottom lip poking out. You furrowed your eyebrows up at the boy, confused as to why he was getting in between the conversation. He whispered, voice trembling, “We’ve lost enough people. We’re not going to lose you, too.” 

You gulped, placing a hand of comfort over Neville’s hand on you. He let go and watched as you returned your attention back to Draco. He now stood beside his parents, looking at you like he was breaking more and more every second, and honestly, he was. You didn’t dare to move closer, now vividly aware of the presence of the Dark Lord a few feet from you, and the hot breath of Bellatrix running down your spine. You asked, “Are you just gonna leave this all behind like nothing happened?”

“Y/N, please,” Draco pleaded, voice breaking. 

Voldemort rolled his eyes, motioning for Lucius to step up. He followed the Dark Lord’s order and left his family’s side. He spoke, “Lucius, I’m getting quite bored of this display. Take care of her for me, will you?”

“Father, please!” Draco begged, Narcissa having to hold him back from running up to his father. 

You raised your wand a second too late and you watched as Lucius spoke, “Expelliarmus!”

Then, everything happened all at once. Harry rolled out of Hagrid’s arms and you watched in shock, mirroring everyone’s expressions. 

“Potter!” Draco ran towards you, getting out of his mother’s grasp. He threw his wand to Harry on his way over to you. 

Draco laced his fingers with yours, grabbing you and running away with you by his side. He pulled you into his chest, feeling his beating heart against your cheek. He kissed the crown of your head, shaking uncontrollably as you sobbed in his chest. He murmured in your ear, “What was that? I told you not to do that.” 

“I couldn’t let you go with them, Draco,” you reasoned, pulling away from him to cradle his face in your hands. “I-I wasn’t going to lose you.” 

“Well, I wasn’t going to lose you, either.” he sighed, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. His thumb ran over the wound on your temple, muttering a sorry when you hissed in pain. He kissed the wounded area, “You’re hurt.” 

“I am but I’m better now that you’re here.” 

He looked into your eyes, glistening with tears, “Don’t ever do that again. Don’t ever risk your life for me again.” 

“I can’t promise that,” you sighed. “For you, I’d do it a million times over.” 

Draco kissed you, not caring about the commotion behind him. His lips moved against yours so perfectly. Your tears mixed with one another’s as you were pressed up against each other’s skin. His arm snaked down to your waist to pull you closer, wanting to savor the last few moments he had with you before you went back out there. When you finally pulled away, a sad smile played on his lips. 

“I love you,” he breathed out. 

“I love you, too.” 

And with that, you both walked back out into battle, hand in hand. Draco looked at you, one last time, before you officially stepped out to fight for the right side, memorizing every curve, every stroke, and every line of your being, afraid that it’ll be the last time he would be able to.  

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requests are open but i cannot promise that i’ll get them done as soon as you may want! also to the person who requested for shy!reader x draco, i lost the request so if you still want that, pls let me know!!!

i write for: 

draco malfoy

fred weasley

george weasley

oliver wood

cedric diggory

#harry potter #draco malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy one shot #draco malfoy angst #draco malfoy drabble #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x yn #submission

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Claw Marks

Remus Lupin

No Pairing

Reader Insert - Gender Neutral.

Imagine: Remus finding out one of his students is a Werewolf.

Warnings: IDK...werewolves?

He hadn't picked up on it at first, too occupied with keeping his own 'condition' a secret and, more importantly, under control.

Remaining unknowingly oblivious to the subtle signs they'd been showing.

How fidgety and agitated they'd become around the time of the full moon, often lashing out for no reason - even at close friends. How they seemed incapable of staying awake during breakfast or morning classes. Of the often many fresh cuts that littered their skin. All signs went unnoticed.

Until one fateful day when it all seemed to crash over him like a bucket of ice water.

The class started as normal as any other Thursday; with the exception of Y/n needing to be awoken at their desk.

A sharp jab to their elbow was enough to send their arm off balance, chin falling from it's place against their palm, the sudden drop of y/ns head waking them with a slight fright.

"Thank you for that, Miss Bell. Good Morning, Y/n. I do wish you'd save all sleeping for Professor Binns class rather than before I've even begun my lesson." Remus says sarcastically. "Sorry Professor." Y/n mumbled in reply sitting at attention. "Excellent. Although thankfully, given today's topic, I don't believe any of you will be at risk of nodding off."

The class shared an amused chuckle while y/n merely managed a tight lipped smile.

There was a brief knock at the door as Professor Flitwick and Mr Filch entered the room with a large, rattling, wardrobe.

"Perfect timing!" Lupin spoke as the cupboard was deposited at the front of the class and the students were made to stand as the teachers cleared all their desks to the sides of the room. "Today, class, we will be learning about Boggarts."

After a quick introduction of what a Boggart is and how to repel one, the students were made to form a line. As the music carried out it's loud melody and their turn inevitably drew near y/ns body filled with dread.

They hesitated, not wanting to step any closer to the creature in fear their secret be revealed, but with a nudge from the person behind them and encouragement from Professor Lupin they did.

The Boggart took it's time analysing the new arrival before finally transforming. In it's place now stood a great snarling beast with glowing yellow eyes and gruesome, bared, teeth.

Y/n froze. As did many members of the class all of whom drew a sharp breath at the sight. It were truly terrifying.

Y/ns expression bore one of pure fear. Face turning pale as the blood rushed from their head. Shock took over Lupin as well, not having expected one of his students to produce a nightmare quite so frightening. The nightmare he were forcibly living.

Remus took a step forward readying to intervene as he noted the way y/ns wand arm shook in fear.

But to his surprise, with their eyes squeezing tightly shut and head turning back over their shoulder, y/n shouts quickly "Ridikulus!" casting the charm.

The approaching beast is suddenly changed; now in a vivid pink tutu, aimlessly cycling in circles on a miniature tricycle, the image completed by a multicoloured party hat upon it's head.

The previously stunned class erupts into a fit of laughter. The sound filling y/n with enough courage to look back at the scene playing out before them. An astonished and relieved sigh falls from their mouth before joining in and laughing with the class.

Lupin is beyond impressed, barely able to contain his excitement he yells, "BRILLIANT, Y/n! Truly brilliant! NEXT!" His joy however, is short lived as all that previous worry that'd clouded his mind is brought rushing back.

Y/n spun excitedly in place, smiling widely, their robes shifting with the momentum to reveal a large scar from the base of their neck, presumably, stretching right along to their shoulder as it traced their collarbone. Claw marks. Unmistakably - claw marks.

Lupins face drops briefly before he's quickly painting back on a fake smile. After that the signs weren't so subtle anymore.

Not wanting to get ahead of himself and draw wrong conclusions he confronts Dumbledore with his suspicions.

"Headmaster, I wondered if I might be able to have a word?"

"Of course, Remus. You may have more than one if you so desire." Dumbledore responds from his place at his desk, looking down over his half-moon glasses with a grin.

"It's about a student of my 5th year class...y/n y/l/n?" "Ah, yes." Lupin watches Albus expectantly but he does not continue so Remus does, "I couldn't help but notice they possess certain qualities that are remarkably similar to my own." Dumbledore nods in acknowledgement but remains silent. "Would I be out of my depth in assuming they-that they're..." "like you are?" The Headmaster finishes for him. Remus swallows thickly as he watches him intently.

"You would not. Be out of depth, that is. Y/n is indeed a Werewolf."

Remus takes a deep breath. He knew he was right in his assumptions but to hear it be confirmed is a different thing entirely. Like a truth one would never hope to be true. A flood of emotions overtakes him; some shock. Sympathy and sadness - as he knows what they are going through. And quite a bit of anger towards the man infront of him.

"You didn't think it necessary to inform me of this?" He glares. "That would have been against their, and their parents, wishes. When they told me of y/ns condition they were adamant in no one else knowing - less word spread, I agreed to respect their wish so I couldn't tell you. Were you to discover this on your own however-" "so you've just been sitting around waiting for me to piece the puzzle together?" "To be frank, Remus, I'm rather surprised it took you this long."

Anger and frustration are bubbling over in Lupin at this point as he turns his back on Albus. It's taking all his strength not to lash out at the old man like he desperately wants to.

"They're taking necessary precautions, Remus, if that is what's troubling you." "No, Headmaster. What's troubling me is that they are suffering with this condition on their own." He speaks through gritted teeth. "Yes, I have an idea of how unpleasant it must be." That comment alone pushes Remus' temper to it's limit.

"With all due respect, Albus..." he turns back to face him with daggers held behind his eyes, "you have no idea. You could not possibly imagine the difficulty of enduring the effects of lycanthropy - especially not at such a young age."

"Do you forget who assisted you in your transformations during school?"

"I do not, Professor. Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs helped me through every full moon. Although you may have offered a place to do so safely, you did not assist me in my change. It were James, Sirius and Peter who were there for me. And if what you say is true - that you are the only person in this school who knows - y/n doesn't even have that. A fact of which I am truly sorry for."

Not waiting for a response Remus storms from Dumbledores office.

As the next full moon approaches Remus prepares himself for the night. Locking himself in his office and drinking the Wolfsbane potion Severus prepared for him to make the change a little easier.

As the sun sets for the day he watches as the final rays disappearing beneath the horizon paint the Black Lake in brilliant hues of gold and cream. It's a picture perfect scene when something suddenly draws his attention.

A student decending into the forbidden forest. Y/n.

His body urges him to follow, but in little time he'll be in no position to offer help and, given the fact his theories have been proven correct, y/n will be in no state to accept.

When morning dawns he resumes his place by the window, mind fixed on only one thing. One person. The same person whom he witnesses hobbling back out of the forest along the very path they'd entered.

That day he calls y/n into his office and explains everything. How he found out. How he's the same. How he can help.

Y/n breaks down in front of him. Years of carrying this weight on such young shoulders finally met it's peak and took it's toll.

That night Remus offers Y/n the goblet of Wolfsbane to make the transition a little easier. It'll be the first time they get to change without suffering an excruciating amount of pain. It'll also be the first time in months Remus will be forced to endure it.

The change that night as the moon rises would be different than any before...

"Remus, have you taken your potion tonight?" Sirius grips his shoulders tightly as he speaks the words frantically. "You know the man you truly are, Remus. This heart is where you truly lie. This heart here." Padfoot beats against Moonys chest as he watches his features slowly morph into the grotesque creature that forever lurkes within.

All words are dull in Remus' ears as the pain blinds his senses and he feels himself start to lose control.

The image of Y/n is the last thing to flash before his eyes and at least his mind is eased in the knowledge that, for the first time, their transformation will be bearable.

A final comforting thought before the beast inevitably takes over.

#harry potter imagine #remus lupin imagine #harry potter #remus lupin

[goddess-of-geeks]

Grace and Power pt. 7

Burn

A/N: I wrote a nice chunk of this like after mid-night and I’m starting to believe that I should write after midnight more often. WE GOIN BACK IN TIME FOR THIS B****!!!

Memories are in Italics!

Word Count: 3.4k

Warning: Violence, burns, idk how to write warnings.

Pt. 6

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You found yourself  on the deck of the ship with Iroh and Zuko. Iroh stood by your shoulder, Zuko was behind the both of you with a telescope to his eye. His attention solely focused on locating the Avatar.

You yawned into the palm of your hand. You were quite tired. You spent a lot of last night looking for your katana for its monthly polish but you couldn’t seem to find it. Turns out it was underneath your bed.

Iroh took in a deep breath, inhaling the salty sea smell that surrounded him.

“There is a storm coming. A big one.” Iroh announced.

“You’re out of your mind Uncle,” You looked over your shoulder to Zuko as he spoke. “The weather’s perfect. There’s not a cloud in sight.

“I don’t know Zuko…” You said cautiously your eyes locked on the horizon. “Your uncle has much more experience than you, maybe we should listen to him.”

Zuko ignored you, he's been doing that quite often. Since he knows you’re too stubborn to answer why you were banished, he’s being difficult and now he won’t even look at you or listen to you.

“We know the Avatar is traveling Northward, so we will do the same.” Zuko said.

Iroh turned around to face his nephew, you kept your back to the prince. “Prince Zuko, consider the safety of the crew.” He said.

‘The safety of the crew doesn't matter!” The prince snapped at his uncle.

As Zuko made such a bold statement Lieutenant Jee walked onto the deck. He appeared to be quite angered at the prince's choice of words. To be fair you were angered as well.

You turned around to watch Zuko. You saw him approach the lieutenant.

“Finding the Avatar is more Important than any individual's safety.” Zuko said. Zuko turned and entered the ship, he shut the hatch behind him. Leaving You Iroh and the lieutenant together on the deck.

“He doesn't mean that.” Iroh said to the lieutenant. “He’s just all worked up.”

“I’m finding a hard time believing that.” You told Iroh. You walked away from the two and walked below the deck to your quarters. You were tired and you didn't want to deal with a storm.

You lied on your bed thinking, believing, hoping, that Zuko would come to his senses and redirect the ship. However you knew your wishes were futile. This isn’t the same Zuko you knew all those years ago.

With those thoughts plaguing your mind you drifted off into a dreamless slumber.

~~~

A slight pain in your stomach awakened you from your sleep. You sat up straight in your bed, placing a hand on your stomach. You heard your stomach whine for food. You got out of bed and walked towards the kitchens. You assumed you’ve had a decent amount of rest, considering you were less tired than you were before.

You stumbled your way down the corridors and made your way into the kitchens. You pushed open the doors and was shocked to see Zuko on the other side.

“What are you doing here?” He asked you, hostility in his voice.

You brought your hand up to cover your lips as a yawn escaped your mouth. “It’s the kitchens’ Zuzu, I’m here to get some food.” You said as you pushed past him towards the warm stew on the fire.

You reached for a bowl but something latching itself onto your wrist stopped you. You looked down at your wrist in shock and saw Zuko’s hand wrapped around it.

“There’s no need. I noticed how you slept through breakfast so I thought I would get you something to eat.” He told you bashfully, avoiding your eyes.

“Thank you Zuzu.” You said, as you took the prepared bowl of soup that he handed to you.

You gave Zuko a small smile and left the room. He left as well heading in the opposite direction towards his quarters. You took three steps in the direction towards your room before you stopped and turned around.

“Zuko.” You called out towards the princes receding back.

Zuko stopped and looked over his shoulder. He gave you a questioning glance.

You took a shaky breath before speaking, “I think it’s about time I told you about my banishment.”

You motioned for Zuko to follow you. He did so, and together you walked in silence to your room.

As you neared your door, Zuko stepped ahead of you to open the door for you. You gave a small nod of the head as thanks to his actions. You walked towards the desk you had in your room and placed down your bowl. You walked over to your bed and sat down at its edge. You pat the open spot next to you to signal Zuko to take a seat. He did so leaving about a foot of distance between the two of you.

The both of you sat together, bathed in silence, whether it be comfortable or uncomfortable you couldn’t tell.

You took one last deep breath. Looking ahead of You. You began to tell the tale.

“This started around a few weeks before you found me under Zhaos command…”

You stood near the fountain at the palace gardens. You were told by one of the servants that the Princess would meet you here. So you've been waiting.

“Y/N!” You heard a voice call out. It was Azula, Mai and Ty Lee stood behind her. “It’s wonderful that you could make it.” She said with a smile on her face.

You gave a small smile in return. “I’m lucky I had some spare time. My uncle finally deemed me old enough to help him in the forgery. So my schedule has been quite full as of late.” You said with a little laugh.

The trio approached you. Mai gave you a small smile, and Ty Lee practically tackled you in a hug. You had to stumble backwards to catch yourself as your arms wrapped around Ty Lee’s waist.

“It's lovely to see you again as well Ty Lee.” You said with a big smile.

The two of you stood together in an embrace until Azula cleared her throat.

Ty Lee drew her hands from your body and threw them in the air.

“Your aura is practically blinding today Y/N!” She said. “You must be very happy.”

“I am quite happy.” You said, nodding in agreement. “But that’s only because I get to see my bestfriends after so long.” You said turning your head to look at the other girls.

“Let’s go for a walk and catch up shall we.” Azula suggested. You nodded in agreement. 

The four of you walked together through the halls of the palace discussing anything and everything. You were constantly chatting and adding to the conversation. It was a very fun and nice way to spend the time.

But you know how the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. Zuko became the topic of discussion and you decided to stay quiet throughout. You walked beside them watching your feet. Of course they noticed but none of them spoke out about it.

Azula seemed to be annoyed but you assumed it was because it was your lack of contribution to the conversation.

However, You found yourself speaking up when the question arose.

“Do you think Zuko will ever come back?” Ty Lee asked.

You stopped in your tracks. Looking up ahead of you. Ironically you found yourself in front of a portrait of the Royal Family. The whole royal family.

You looked into the happy eyes of Ursa before your gaze drifted down towards Zuko. He looked happy. You hoped he was happy.

“I hope he comes back.” You spoke up, drawing the attention of the three girls. Your eyes remained planted on the painting of the boy in front of you.

You shook your head before looking at your feet once again. “But what's the point of hoping? We all know he’s never coming back. The Avatar hasn't been seen in 100 years. This is a fool's quest.” You said you looked up at the trio. Ty Lee and Mai had a look of sympathy in their eyes. Azula looked a little standoffish about what you had to say.

“I don’t know why you care so deeply for my brother Y/N.” Azula said, you could hear the spite in her tone. “There’s nothing special about him except for his bloodline.” She said, shrugging her shoulders.

Azula looked up the portrait before giving it a look of distaste. “Let’s go someplace else. I don’t like that painting much.” Azula turned on her heel and went in the direction opposite of the portrait. Ty Lee and Azula followed after her.

You stayed in your spot, giving the boy in the paining one last look before following after your friends.

~~~

It was late at night you had awoken from your sleep. You sat up and looked around, taking in your surroundings. You were in a soft bed, and there was someone beside you. You remembered that Azula suggested that You, Mai and Ty Lee stay the night, but Ty Lee had to train for the Circus and Mai had curfew.

You lifted the satin sheets off of your legs and stepped on the carpeted floor of the palace. You were trying your best to be quiet but you shifting positions must have woken Azula.

You heard a yawn from behind you. “What are you doing awake at this hour?” She asked you, sleep lacing her tone.

“I couldn’t sleep.” You told her. You weren't sure yourself if that was the truth, but it was the only thing that came to mind.

“You know Y/N,” She said as she climbed out of bed and walked to your side. “I can tell when you’re lying.” She finished.

“Really?” You questioned with a smirk, “What's my tell?”

“You sound tired whenever you lie. Like it’s physically exhausting for you to not tell the truth.” She sat down by your side and reached for your hand. Her warm fingers interlocked with yours.

“Do you think Zuko will ever come back?” You asked her.

She leaned over to lay her head on your shoulder. “I must admit, I miss my brother. I miss the days with mom, before my father became fire lord. Everything was much more simple.” She sighed and looked up at you. “You make everything feel simple.” Her voice had an undertone of weakness and vulnerability that shocked you.

You turned your head to look at her, your faces were mere centimeters apart. Using her free hand she reached up to cup the side of her face. She leaned up and pressed a small lingering kiss to your lips. 

You didn’t pull away. Azula’s embrace was surprisingly comfortable. You found yourself relaxing and leaning in a little.

Azula pulled away. “Goodnight Y/N.” She said. “And try to get some sleep.” Azula stood up and walked back to her side of the bed. Azula got back under the covers you followed soon after.

You lay awake thoughts of the kiss at the forefront of the brain. You didn’t expect this softness from Azula, and you’d be lying if you said you didn't enjoy it.

~~~

You awoke alone in the bed. You weren’t surprised though. Azula has told you how she spent most of her time training. You got out of bed and changed into a more appropriate training attire. You were thinking of joining her.

When you finished changing you left the bedroom and asked one of the servants where you might be able to find Azula. They led you through the corridors and into a large training room where Azula was practicing her fire bending. Lo and Li stood beside one another critiquing  the princesses' moves.

“Good Morning Azula.” You said as you approached the princess. She just finished practicing some of her forms.

“Hello Y/N.” She said, “Care for a little sparring?” She questioned with a smirk.

“Oh I would love to but I’m afraid I left my katana at home.” You told her.

“I'm sure you’ll be able to find something in the Armory.” She said. “Lo! Li!” Azula said, turning to the elderly females, “Lead my friend Y/N to the Armory and give her the finest katana you can find.” She finished in a commanding tone.

“Yes, Princess Azula.” Lo and LI said in unison as they bowed. The two women left the room, you began to walk after them before Azula called out to you.

“Yes Azula?” You questioned.

She stepped towards you and placed a peck on your lips. “Thank you for being here, and making things simple.” She told you.

~~~

It was nearing nightfall when you decided to leave. You said your goodbyes to Azula and was making your way through the palace gates, when two guards stopped you.

“The Fire Lord demands your presence.” they told you.

“Why is that?” you asked them.

“You have committed an act of tyranny against the royal family.”

“What is this act of tyranny you're referring to?” You questioned them.

“You have engaged in a romantic relationship with the princess.”

“I believe you and I have very different definitions of tyranny.” You told them calmly.

The guards approached up but you stepped just out of their reach. They swiped at you but you dodged again. For every step they took towards you, you took one backwards.

They began to grow tired of your little games. One of the guards shot a fireball in your direction. You quickly ducked and rolled out of the way. You got up to your feet and ran behind a pillar. The guards sent a steam of fire in your direction.

“That's not fair, I’m unarmed!” You yelled over your shoulder. You pushed yourself off of the pillar and ran in the opposite direction of the firebenders. They sent volleys of fire your way but you were just able to dodge them.

You ran back into the palace, turning corners and running through passageways. The only things you could hear was the sound of your heart beating in your chest as well as the heavy footsteps caused by the guards.

You had no idea why kissing Azula could be deemed as an  ‘act of tyranny’. You knew same sex-relatipnships were illegal and frowned upon, but ‘act of tyranny’ is a bit uncalled for and quite harmful if you’re being honest.

You turned a corner and ran into something. You fell on your butt and looked up. You noticed how it was another guard. You quickly got up and tried fleeing, but your attempts were futile as he grabbed you by the wrist.

“Where do you think you're going?” He asked you.

“Preferably home.” You told him, a little out of breath from all that running.

You brought your leg up to stomp it on his foot, but he anticipated your strike and moved his leg out of the way.

You winced slightly as your foot made contact with the stone floor, causing a small pain to flare up in your ankle.

“You have a meeting with the Fire Lord.” The guard told you as he began to drag you down the halls. The other two guards finally caught up with you, and began to follow the guard that held you hostage. They dragged you into the throne room, Azula, Li and Lo were present as well. They all had their backs towards you, their heads bowed down to show respect for the Fire Lord.

Your heart beat began to quicken in your chest as you locked eyes with Fire Lord Ozai. He had a look of disgust on his face. The guards shoved you onto the floor. You kept your eyes glued to the wall of flames that surrounded Ozai.

“Y/N.” The Fire Lord said. “It’s shameful, what you’ve done. You have corrupted my daughter-” He said but you interrupted.

“No offense Ozai but I think you’re doing that just fine on your own.” You said without thinking. You quickly bit down on your tongue. Another slip up like that could get you killed.

The fire that surrounded Ozai grew higher and hotter with his rage.

“You pest, how dare you interrupt me.” His voice was frighteningly calm.

You took a couple of deep breaths to calm down your heart.

“Li and Lo have informed me that you have kissed my daughter. If this was any other fool's daughter, you wouldn’t have had to face me, but this is my daughter. Azula is the Princess of the Fire Nation, the heir to the throne, she is a fire bending prodigy. She is one of the most valuable people in this world. And you engaged in an illegal relationship with her.” He told you.

“To be fair,” You spoke up, “She kissed me first.” You told him.

“Are you implying that Li and Lo, my most trusted and loyal servants are lying to me?”

“Yes.” You said simply. The temperature in the room rose about 10.

“You’re lucky I’m feeling merciful today Y/N.” He told you, there was a look of pity on his face. “You are banished from the Fire Nation, and you are never to return.”

Your heart stopped beating entirely. You opened and closed your mouth, you looked like a fish out of water.

The guards grabbed you by the arms and practically threw you out of the throne room. You fell to the floor, you stayed down for a while feeling defeated.

The guards as well as Lo and Li walked out of the room, they passed you without even sparing you a glance.

You just got banished from your home. You were never gonna see your uncle again. You had nowhere to go.

You heard approaching footsteps and looked up. It was Azula. Her face was stoic. You quickly got up to your feet to face the princess.

“Father says that you have one day to pack your things before you leave.” She told you, avoiding your eyes.

“Did you even try to defend me?” You asked her.

She gave you a questioning look.

“We both know that you're the one who kissed me, so why didn’t you say anything?” You asked her.

“You dont understand Y/N my father is a cruel ma-”

“Not as cruel as you obviously, You knew a relationship between us would be illegal, but you also knew that because of your status your consequences wouldn't have been nowhere near as dire as mine.”

Azula looked angry, but so what. You just got banished from your home, you didn’t care if angering Azula was one of the last things you’ve done here.

“I am the Princess of the fire nation, the heir to the throne-”

“You’re nothing but a sad lonely girl who knows that no matter what she does she will never be good enough for me or her own mother.”

You saw the pain flash on Azula’s face before it was quickly morphed into anger. You turned on your heel and walked away from Azula. Tears making their way down your face.

“Y/N!” Azula screamed after you. “You don’t get to just walk away. I command you to stop.” She shouted.

But you wouldn’t listen.

“Fine, if you won’t listen,” She said, her voice dropping dangerously low, “I’ll make you listen.”

“... unfortunately for me.” You told Zuko, “That was also the day I learned to never bring up Ursa around Azula.”

“Why?” Zuko asked. “What did she do?”

You brought your hand up and reached for your shoulder blade. “She burnt me.” 

Zuko looked angered, “Azula has no right doing that!” He shouted as he stood from his seat.

Zuko went on a rant pacing your room going on and on about how it was cruel and unjust.

You sat still, looking at your now cold, untouched stew.

You yawned causing Zuko to stop talking. “Maybe you should get some rest. You look tired.” He told you sincerely.

“I feel tired.” You nodded, you got underneath your cover.

Zuko looked at you. It was quite obvious that he cared for your well being.

You yawned once again.

“Can you do me a favor?” You asked him.

He nodded his head.

“Redirect the ship.” You told him.

You laid your head on your pillow and closed your eyes. Quickly being lulled into sleep.

~~~

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T.H| This Is Odd

Summary: sometimes coming to a high school when your not supposed to has some... odd features

Warnings: rant about black hole, DRUGS, small RAPE MENTION, languange, OD (overdose), and idk

“Yeah his brother is like Indian or something, which makes absolutely no sense” you heard from a distance, you turned and followed the voice, finding one of your classmates, crowded with other ones.

Ding ding

“Class class- we have a new student!” Your teacher, let’s call her ms Barbra. You sat in the back of the class, not wanting any attention of the sort. “His name is Ben Perkins!” The student stepped up, an awkward smile across his lips as he looked through the class.

“Everyone say hi!” “Hi Ben” “hey Ben” class said one or another, expect you of course. “Go ahead and find yourself an open seat” Ben took his time but made his way to the back, sitting in between you and a girl that was your..... friend? You are cold but she got along with you pretty well, I guess.

About 20 minutes in, you look over the class, eyes cold and in an over-sized dark green sweater, black biker shorts, and a over-sized plain black shirt that came down just revealing a few inches of your shorts.

“What the fuck is your problem?” The girl asked, Tracey. “Okay so I’m Spider-Man, if you want me to be honest yeah” Ben shrugged. “Your fuckin nuts” she whispered, leaving Ben chuckling.

“You hear this bullshit y/n?” Tracey asked, making both of them turn to you. “Eh, don’t really care about it” “so you don’t like Spider-Man?” Ben whispered. “No, I don’t like anything, or anyone, except for Tracey, isn’t know why but I really like her” “as in-“ “no dipshit” you turned to him, giving him that cold stare, he stopped looking at you and cleared his throat, looking at Tracey panicked as she only shrugged.

You walked through the cafiteria, computer in hand as your hair bounced with each walk, sitting down at a table alone you open your computer. “Can we sit here?” “Don’t care” you heard bags drop on the table as you look up, “Spider-Man huh?” You looked at Ben and he nodded, “ID please” “I don’t think-“ “I’m not trying to fuckin rob you or anything, just give me the ID” you looked at Ben, you made eye contact as he tried not to fail.

“Fuck” he lost when you raised your eyebrows at him, he took out the ID and handed it to you. “Let’s get this out of the bag, you aren’t Ben Perkins, who is stupid enough to give someone that name-“ “ouch” “this ID, made, of course it is, it’s the school ID, is it?” You mostly talked to yourself, Ben and Tracey just starring at you as you were in detective mode.

“What’s your real name?” “Should I be giving this information?” You snapped your fingers at him “that’s a fake accent, your brother is indian” “he was adopted” “shut up” you type in your computer ‘soon to be Spider-Man’ “any trailers out yet?” “No” “aha” you scrolled down on marvels Instagram, clicking it “this is fun, I should do this more often” you nod to yourself, you scroll down to the Spider-Man post “Tom holland, so it’s true?” You turn the computer, “duchess, your from the UK” Tracey scrolls through the computer reading it.

“How would you know that” “you came to a geniuses school didn’t you?” You smirk. “How long you gonna be here?” “For about three more days” “there’s a party” Tracey smiles. “Tracey no, Thomas is like 19,20” “I’m 19 and how did you know my name is-“ “because your from the UK, duchess, it makes sense”

“Hey ms Johnson can I get some water?” You ask, Tom and Tracey behind you. “Yeah sure huh you know where it is” the office manager smiled at you, you smiled back and grabbed a cup, instantly going to the coffee machine. “That isn’t water” “want one?” You ask them, they all nod. “Okay so like, what’s going on, how did you get here, and why?”

“My British humor is something that people don’t get” Tom smiled. “Yeah... I bet” Tracey mugged Tom, he looked at her as in ‘what did I do?’ “Are you coming to the party?” Tracey asks you. “Is there drugs?” You say, standing infront of the coffee machine and turning back to her, your lower lip puckered. “Your an addict” “I have my problems” you shrugged, handing the black coffee to Tom as he grabbed the things he needed for the coffee.

“Are you?” He asked, looking back at you. “I’ve been clean for.....yeah I don’t know” you shrugged, know handing one to Tracey. “Is that a good I don’t know” “no she literally likes to wipe her memory- I’m suprised you haven’t OD’ed yet” “in your dreams Tracey, in your dreams” you smiled, now coming over with them and making the coffee, until the door opened.

“I thought you only wanted some Y/n?” “Hey, the more the merrier am I right?” You winked at her, “whatever” she playfully said, closing the door. “And you call yourself a genius right?” “Sometimes duchess, why?” “I’m pretty sure geniuses don’t do drugs” “but geniuses do find out when a fraud enters their school, and cracks the case under 20 minutes” you glared at him “touché” he cheered his drink at you. “I really hope you don’t plan on skipping this party y/n” “ayo, I’ll think about it trace- how about you pretty boy, you comin?” “What’s the age range” “we are both eighteen, as long as you don’t thot around you’ll be fine” you smile at him as he nervously chuckles.

“The black hole, do you know what you’d find?” The teacher asks, nobody knew. “You guys suck” you said out loud, standing up and taking the marker from the teacher you drew a black whole. “Black whole, if you went in you wouldnt find anything, it’s called the black whole for a reason, it’s basically a planet vacuum, if we ever got to close we would be sucked in” you explained. “And that would take us to the fifth dimension, this black whole” you hit the drawing “can pop up anywhere, it can take the sun, Mars, I’m suprised it didn’t take Pluto yet, but what you didn’t know is” everyone paying attention to you “there’s multiple versions of yourself, beck give me a fruit” “orange” “see, there’s another reality, deminsion- whatever where you said apple, or even lemon, or even grapefruit. Now let’s not get off topic, but there’s like four different deminsions, if you were to enter and go to earth, you’d probably find another one of yourself, maybe the same, maybe different, but there’s a reality, a dimension where you didn’t have gravity, where you don’t live on oxygen, where you don’t have to live on water, but as the time passes, things change, puberty, teeth, clothes, everything, so imagine before Christ, what was here?” “We don’t know” “read about it, anyways, not to get religious or anything but Adam and Eve, eve being the dumb person she is she ate the apple, then she tricked Adam into it, but god didn’t set up any kind of snake so where did it come from?” “Satan, who is a fallen angel, this makes absolutely no sense” “shut up and let me explain. Imagine a different deminsion, one where you can’t make mistakes because really, earth is what we make it, we as a community are fucking up this planet, so in the different dimension what are some things that would be in there, duchess” “I-uh, no plastic out in public for animals?” “Yes, good job, what else?” “Green grass” and a whole bunch of other answers. “Correct, but there has to be one bad thing right...? Sinning, we do sins everyday but we are human, but if we were in this dimension... that would be the definition of human, but why would god make this ‘black whole’? He must want us to go in, right? Or are we the adams, the eves, the fallen angels, the angels who are still here, having to face consequences. Getting sucked in this black whole makes you get lost, it’s obvious that we shouldn’t go in, because anyone who have probably died, because the black hole is everlasting, here, this is where we stay, the fifth deminsion is where you don’t go, thank you” Tracey slowly started to clap as everyone else did, some standing up as you turned around looking at the board, noticing you impulsively drew a lot of notes on it. “Well, that was a lesson but also some intresting theories, thanks for sharing y/n. I guess that sums it up” the teacher shrugs, “no actually the fifth deminsion is a five-dimensional space is a space with five dimensions. If interpreted physically, that is one more than the usual three spatial dimensions and the fourth dimension of time used in relativistic physics. It is an abstraction which occurs frequently in mathematics, where it is a legitimate construct,” you make you way back to the seat. “So you are a nerd! I fuckin knew it” Tracey whisper yelled. “I’m not a nerd!” “Oh you so are a nerd” “shut up duchess!”

It’s the day of the party, and you aren’t that exited.

You sighed “I’m not wearing this Tracey” you say, in the body con dress. “You look good!” “I look like a box” you glared at her, “you going just like that, let me-“ “your not doing my hair, leave it” you looked in the mirror “at least have a side part” “fine”

Most people dancing, others drinking, Tom, Tracey, drinking. “I’m not gonna ya know Uh-drink” “now that’s not y/n, I have never heard you say that before” “well maybe- fine” you shrugged, looking over you found a bowl full with pills, you sighed as you walked over, taking two handfuls and slipping them into your pocket, walking back over they both look at you as if your crazy “hey I’m gonna take my time with these!” They still looked at you crazy, Tom taking a sip of the beer. “I’m hungry” you muttered, going to the kitchen and opening the freezer getting pizza rolls, pulling out a pan and slapping a whole bunch on and popping them in the oven. While you waited you looked at the heavy pills in your pockets, taking one out you slipped it in your mouth, just curios. “Oh fuck me” you were clean for about a week, now giving up made you feel like a pussy, you waited for the pills to kick in, the purple and pink lights getting bigger and seeing spots “fuck- how psychedelic is this?” You asked yourself, your dirty converse helping you stand. “I should go upstairs” you whispered to yourself, this wasn’t that strong but the colors really got you.

The oven went off.

The beeps and the distant music, a smile across your face as your steps stuttered “excu me, haha!l you smiled, grabbing a towel and pulling out the hot pockets, grabbing a large bowl you put them in, making your way back to your friends Tracey was gone. “Heyyyy, where she goooo!” You said. “You don’t look okay, hot pockets?” Tom said. “Take one please” you slipped in your pocket and handed him a pill. “I can’t I have a job I’m not really suppose to be here-“ “it’ll make you so happy, look at me! I feel great, please” you now begged, his jaw clenched as he looked around, he put the beer down, taking the single pill and placing it in his tongue and swallowing “good let’s go upstairs!” You grabbed his hand, pulling him to the stairs and going up whole the other was filled with hot pockets.

You searched the rooms “oh-sorry!” Until you found a room, you pulled Tom in, closing the door behind both of you and locking it. The pill wasn’t strong for him either, so you both were pretty sober. ‘Tame impalas borderline song booming through the walls. “So?” He asked, throwing himself on the bed. “Aren’t you happy” you said, sitting on the bed, placing the pizza rolls down. “I don’t really feel anything honestly” he shrugged. “I have more” you smiled at him, taking two out. “Open” you smiled, he sat up and opened his mouth, placing his tongue out, you placed it right on it “don’t swallow” you placed one on yours. “Now” you both swallowed, sitting there as it really now hit you. “I hope you don’t become like me” “I really wanna kiss you” you looked at him confused. “I think your smartness is really, really sexy” “Thomas your high” “you are too” “I-“ you take out another one ‘god please don’t let me overdose’ you thought. “I’m not that high Thomas” “then join me” he took your hand, you looked at the pill, “this-this can’t hurt me, I’ve done more then-“ “please y/n, I don’t wanna be hanging here” you looked at him, eyes watering “I’m scared” “don’t be, I’m right here darling” he wiped your tears away. “I-I just don’t want to die” “you won’t, I’ll be here, I promise” “Tom your high right now, I” “take it” you looked at him then at the pill, putting it in your mouth you swallowed. “I don’t want to die” “it’s to late, you took it” he reminds you, were you imagining this whole thing? “I fucking love you, I want to fuck you” soon someone’s else’s face popped up, his name is bray “I love you, I’m so sorry” “you rapped me you prick, I hate you” he pinned you to the bed, the leds purple as his face was there, you spit in his face “I’m so sorry, I love you so much I did it because I love you- I-I’m sorry”

“Y/n? What’s happening” Tom said, you throwing up in the floor, he instantly sobered. “Get off me!” You screamed and bray, he is still pinning you on the bed. “Y/n!” You fell to the floor. “I love you so much, I did it all for you, for us” bray yelled at you, your heart feeling heavy. You body shook. “Y/n are you having a seizure?! Help! Help!” Tom screamed, your body on the floor shaking, laying down next to your vomit, you choking on it. “Please get off of me” you begged, tears falling down your cheeks as you gave up, your vision blurry. “Your gonna die, nobody is gonna morn you, 6 feet under, no one to save you, not even Spider-Man, you pussy” he smiled at your weak figure.

Tom pushed through people, finding Tracey “y/n is dying in need your help!” He screamed over the music, traceys bottle falling as he pulled her upstairs, “CALL 911! PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU!” Tracey screamed through the music, Tom pulling her to the room your body is on the ground, still shaking and choking on your spit, it made Tracey fall to her knees, “911 is being called I- how many did she take?” “Three full pills” Tom said, dropping to your side, trying to sit you up as he choked on his sobs “fuck,” he just looked at you.

You woke up.

Beep, beep, beep, beep.

You looked over and found duchess and Tracey, both of their eyes red and blankets covering their bodies, just starring at you. “What happened?” You asked. “You overdosed” a single tear ran down Toms face as he looked away from you. “We only knew each other for three days, why are you crying duchess?” You smiled. “I- I honestly don’t know, I feel like I knew you my whole life and seeing you, almost dead it just breaks me” “your parents couldn’t see you like this, they just went outside” “you guys slept overnight here?” “Yeah we did” Tracey weakly smiled. “I’m gonna sober, you don’t have to worry about me” “yes we do, we wanna help, and we are” Tom smiled at you, sitting next to you on the hospital bed, taking your hand and playing with your fingers. “I’m sorry” you whispered, tears filling your eyes as your parents came in. “It isn’t your fault” your mom reassured. “Yes it is, I just keep walking in these traps and I- I’m just slipping away piece by piece, what if I’m just cheating death, what if I’m not supposed to be here?” You said, the tears now collapsing. “Don’t say that, we aren’t losing you” Tom whispered, the 19 year old looking down at the 18 year old, not losing her yet.

He doesn’t know why he feels this way about you, he just got hooked, it was amazing at first but know that he knows what’s going on is even better, letting him seeing you vulnerable is making baby steps into something, right?

“Yeah sat next to this pretty girl and she said what’s your problem. I told her im Spider-Man, your fuckin nuts she said, then she turned to her friend who is the most intelligent, beautifulest girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on, then she found out who I was, called me duchess, yeah I had the best three days, then left, but hey that’s how I have my girlfriend now” everyone clapped and let out some ‘aws’ “and you met this girl at the school you say?” Graham Norton says. “Yep she was a senior, 18” “the one who called you fuckin nuts or?” Jake said making everyone laugh “no the one who cracked my code under 20 minutes, and ya know it’s crazy, I had a good accent but she found out!” He stuck his hands out and everyone laughed again. “Hey you went to a genius school didn’t you” “yeah... she is one genius still to this day”

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland x black!reader #tom holland fanfic #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfiction #jb writes

[moonlightjinko-kun]

Sparks

YAY I finish in time for D7 of @atsukyouweek!

Characters/Pairing: Nakajima Atsushi & Izumi Kyouka // Atsukyou 

Genre: Angst with a happy ending

Rating: General

Prompt used: Free day! - Fairy AU (potential Winx AU) 

Word Count: 3k+

Summary: Kyouka was a young girl with magical powers and the potential to transform into the Fairy of Lightning. She was playing in her secret cave when a thunderstorm happened, terrifying her. Atsushi came running to the cave to look for her.

Read it on AO3!

A/N 1: The result of me binging Winx Club all the way to Butterflix (bless me idk what season that is, but I hanged on for the unicorn) made me want to do a fairy AU, but I have no idea what other fairies are like so I made a Fairy AU with references to Winx. 

The afternoon sun hung in a cloudless blue sky, beating down on her mercilessly. Kyouka squinted into the sun, and found herself smiling. The weather was hot but perfect for a trip down to their special cave. She trekked the familiar path across the forest, a melodious hum flowing from her. The trees grew close with their limbs stretching in every direction to form an interlocking canopy overhead which provided her a temporal shade from the relentless sun. The short trek through the forest brought her to the mouth of the tunnel, and she wiped away the sweat that had beaded on her forehead before stepping into the tunnel.

A draft of wind blew from ahead, cooling the tunnel. She took small and soft steps, not wishing to disturb the silence in the cave. A familiar soft glow emanating from ahead served as her guidepost, leading her closer to her spot - a small rough rock outcropping which served as a small ledge fit for two. The tunnel opened up ahead to her spot and she took her seat. Her legs dangled freely in the air as she took in the magnificent view ahead of her. Crystals of varying shapes and sizes grew on the rocks, illuminating the small cavern with a soft hue of blue. A sense of calm swept through her, and any tension and stress that she had felt throughout the week faded.

She conjured a small ball of bright white light in her palm and flicked it to the middle of the cavern. The light from the ball fizzled and crackled as it reflected on the crystals close to it, and there was a burst of rainbows stretching and filling the small cavern. With another flick, the ball drifted down to the floor of the cave, to the spot where she knew the prettiest rainbow would form. It took a second but the ball never failed. The arc of colours stretched from the cave floor, reaching to the top of the cave, cutting through the soft blue hue from the rest of the crystals, a beautiful mix of colours with the soft brightness of the blue. She felt her lips tug up in a small smile at the beauty of it. The perfection in the arch of the rainbow and the soft glow had stirred a wistful desire in her for him to be here to see its perfection – her masterpiece, before it disappears.

-ackkk.

The sound was faint, but it had caught her attention. She froze, her legs stopping in mid-swing and waited, hoping that the sound would not return.

CRACKKKK.

With all her attention on it, she heard it clearer now – the distant crack of a thunder. She shifted back into the tunnel and turned to look back down the way she had come. She heaved a sigh of relief at her realisation that she was too far from the tunnel mouth to see the flashes of lightning. She looked back to the cave and saw that her rainbow had disappeared, leaving the cave bathed in a blue glow again. The unnaturalness of the blue glow brought a slight prickling over her skin as uneasiness crept up on her. Images of the past few days of practice flashed through her mind - the bluish glow to her mother’s bolt of lightning and her own reluctance to shoot a bolt of lightning, her mother’s clear disappointment and her cowering under her blanket. She stopped herself there, not willing to see the next image that came, and pulled her knees to her chest, burying her head in them with her eyes and ears closed.

Time ticked by. The roar of the thunder had been replaced by a soft patter of rain a while ago. Her eyes darted to the mouth of the tunnel and she contemplated if she should take the risk and dash back home. She swept her gaze across the small area, while she weighed her options. If she waited the storm out, at least she would be -

“KYOUKA!”

His voice was loud and it echoed down the tunnel to her. Her gaze flickered back down the tunnel, but the tunnel was too dark to make out his silhouette. She strained her ears, and heard a faint tread of footsteps coming her way.

“ARE YOU HERE, KYOUKA?” He called again, his voice reverberating in the tunnel. The echoes sounded frighteningly eerie, yet it did not mask the concern in his voice.

“ATSUSHI! HERE!”

She stood up and waved wildly. She could make out a dark silhouette some distance ahead of her. He ran down the tunnel, his footfalls loud and hurried in the tunnel, as he called out that he was coming. She felt some of her uneasiness slipped away as he slowly came into focus. He stopped in front of her, his breathing short and raspy.

“Glad… glad you’re … okay,” he croaked out between breaths.

She forced the tear of relief trapped in her throat back down and nodded. Atsushi stood to a side, clutching the wall, as he sucked in deep breaths. His wet hair was plastered to his face, and he trembled slightly from the cold. His blue cape was dripping droplets of water into the ground, forming a dark wet patch. With his breathing finally steadied, he pushed his hair back and drew his hand across his face, wiping it as dry as he could. His eyes met hers and a sheepish grin formed on his face.

“It’s just a little rain, don’t worry, ‘kay?” He paused, his eyes shifting to the glowing space. He took a few steps ahead and stopped at her spot. “It’s still as beautiful as the first time we found it, huh?” A small chuckle followed his words, as he stared off into the space.

She joined him and flicked her hand. The small ball of white light appeared again, fizzing with energy as it hovered in mid-air. The change was quick, and a few small rainbows stretched out from the crystals near the ball. She heard a sharp indrawn breath of awe from him and felt a slight grin tug at the corners of her mouth. Her eyes closed for the moment, listening to his steady breathing and his soft ‘wow’. Her eyes flew open at a slight touch on her hand and shifted down to see his hand resting against hers. Slowly, she closed her hand around his, the heat of her hand warm against his cold hand. Like he was snapped out of a reverie, his gaze turned and locked onto hers. The flash of surprise in his eyes was quickly replaced by what seemed to be shocked happiness, and then embarrassment. There was a tinge of pink in his cheeks and she could feel a flush heating her own cheeks too. An awkward silence stretched out between them as she fixed her eyes on him. Even with his head turned now, she could hear the cogs in his brain working up something to say, and she waited, wanting to give him the chance. She heard a low muttering from him, and bit back a question that was already forming on her lips.

Atsushi took a deep breath and cleared his throat. “Um, actually, I came back to the kingdom, because um… I needed to tell you something.” He paused for a moment, and took another deep breath. “Kyouka, I like you. Will you come -, no wait, will you be my –”

The rock underneath her feet started to vibrate, its intensity increasing by the second. She looked around and saw the cave shaking. The cave was rumbling and vibrating with an intensity she had never felt before, and as the ledge they were standing on quaked even harder, she heard it - a loud crack. In that split second, she felt a hand shoved her backwards and her hand reached out blindly to grasp only air. She stumbled back into the safe confines of the tunnel with her hand still outstretched. She waved the swirling cloud of rock dust away, and looked over the edge. Her eyes went wide with horror.

“Atsushi!” She cried out, before she leapt down after him.

                                                                                        ―――――

There was a dazzling flash of bright light above his eyes. He saw her, a transformed fairy now, flying towards him with her hand outstretched. He could hear her shouting something, but he was too stunned to react as he continued to fall. “She’s beautiful…” was all he could think of as he stared blankly at her outstretched hand, now inches from his. He could just reach it if he stretched. She was still shouting something at him, though it was getting clearer.

“-my hand, take it! DAMN IT, ATSUSHI!”

Something in her voice jolted him, and he found himself stretching his hand out to meet hers. He felt her hand clasped around his, followed by a sharp pull, arresting his falling momentum. His eyes darted around wildly at the realisation that he was inches from the cave floor and that Kyouka had saved him again. He gazed at her with gratefulness in his eyes, as she set him down on the ground below before falling to an exhausted heap beside him.

She was gorgeous in her fairy form. Her outfit was a simple yellow ombre off shoulder dress with sparkles that shimmered, and it was completed with an orange ankle heeled boots. Her dark blue hair flowed to her waist and a white headband with what seemed to be golden stars sat atop her head. But it was her wings which drew his attention. The wings were a translucent blue with what seemed to be an intricate pattern of forked lightning paths along the edges of her wings ending with a ball of light at each tip. She looked ethereal, like an angel from the heavens descended onto their kingdom to grace him with her beauty.

“What? Atsushi, stop staring.”

He turned away, a blush warming his cheeks. “Sor-sorry. Didn’t mean to.”

She heaved a sigh. “It’s fine. Give me a minute to catch my breath.”

“Okay,” he paused, realising what it was that he had heard from her voice. “Sorry for scaring you, and, and thank you for saving my life.”

Her breathing was loud in the silence that followed, as she settled them into regularity.

“Please, don’t, don’t ever do something like this again.” He heard the trace of fear in her voice, despite her clear efforts to suppress them.

He nodded and took a glance at her. Though she hadn’t complained, he could see the exhaustion in the sagging of her shoulders. He looked up to the small hole, where they had been earlier. It was high, and it would take her some effort to get them both up. He had to look for an alternative way out of here instead of exhausting her even further.

“Kyouka, can you stay here for a moment?” Her eyebrow arched upwards at his request. “I’m just going to take a quick look around, and see if there’s any other way out. I’ll be back in a mo-mo-, what?” He had stopped at the frown on her face.

“I’ll just fly us up later. Just let me rest a little first.” She answered in exasperation, while she shifted to lean against the face of a rock that was jutting out of the ground.

“But-” he started to protest.

“Atsushi, if there is no other way out, you’re going to tell me to just fly up on my own right?” His eyes went wide at her words. “As I expected. Well, I’m not taking no for an answer, okay? So, come sit here for a moment.” She patted the ground next to her, a wide but tired smile stretching her mouth, and he found himself settling into the small space next to her.

His gaze slid to her and he heard a voice in his head nagging at him to ask the same question he had asked her every year. The question tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. “Kyouka, do you want to come to Alfea next year?”

A moment of silence followed his words as she furrowed her brows in thought. “No.”

Surprise flitted through him at her answer. “Kyouka, but… but you’ve earned your fairy form! You should come –“

“No. I don’t want this power, I’m just-“ Her words trailed off into silence.

“Just what?” He prompted tentatively.

She bit her lower lip, and withdrew her knees to her chest. She locked her gaze with his, as though hoping to see something in them. When she spoke again, her voice was soft like a whisper and with a hint of uneasiness. “Just… just that I’m scared. I never liked the lightning, and it’s as if the heavens are playing a cruel joke on me by giving me this power. It’s like I’m being punished for what happened back then, that horrible day.”

She looked so small and vulnerable with her eyes closed, cowering in her own fear. He knew of that day, and he knew of her fear. What she hadn’t realised was that she was the one who had saved him that day. Her mind, too young to process the horror of that day that had unfolded in front of her, had sealed the memory in its deepest corners and in doing so, she had suppressed her own magic, limiting it to a small lightning ball. That was what the Queen had swore him to secrecy about a few years back. He looked at her shuddering small frame, and realised that he can no longer keep this a secret. He knew he had no rights to reveal it to her but she deserved to know. With his mind made up, he shuffled toward her to close the short gap between them and put his arm around her.

“Kyouka, listen to me for a moment, okay?” He paused. “That day, you didn’t injure anyone. You saved them.”

She shook her head. “Lies.”

“Kyouka, listen. I was the boy you saw!” There was a sharp intake of breath from her. He held up his hand, and continued, “The lightning... it’s trajectory, it was about to hit the tree I was hiding under. I saw the people running towards me, shouting at me to run towards the bubble that was floating towards me, but I was too scared to. My legs had turned weak, and I fell to the ground. I was so scared of the bolt that was to come, and I closed my eyes, thinking that it was the end. But the bolt never came. Do you know why, Kyouka?” A smile stretched across his face as he looked at her.

“Me?”

He nodded. “Yes, somehow, you, who had been watching the whole thing from the window, had subconsciously directed the lightning away, shooting it to the next tree. The queen had been so shocked when she saw it, but before she could even say anything, you had cried into her arms, and try as she might, she could never convince you to believe otherwise. It was like, you had sealed yourself off to the truth.”

“My mother? So that bolt, it never killed-?”

“Never. The bubble reached me in time and it shielded me from any other lightning attacks on my way back into the palace.”

A shocked silence followed, and he could see her face scrunched up, her mind processing the information he had just revealed,

“But why did she stop telling me about it? Did she lie?”

Hesitation slipped into his voice. “I think... I think she just wanted to protect you. You didn’t want to remember it, and she didn’t want you to hurt anymore, so....”

He let his words stretch into silence, giving her the time to think.

“Atsushi, I can’t say I definitely want to go to Alfea, but if I do… will you… will you help me?”

“Of course, that’s what, us, specialists do.” A smile entered his voice as he patted her.

“Even… if I lose control and become too scared?”

“Especially then.”

“What if… a storm happens and I’m… I’m too scared?”

“I’ll go to you and stay with you until you feel better.”

A small chuckle came out from her. “Are there no rules in Red Fountain?”

A laugh entered his voice, as he replied, “Well there have been seniors who have done it, so I don’t see why I can’t. I’ll risk it.”

Their laughter rang in the resounding silence, filling the small cavern. He looked at her to see that the fear and uneasiness from her had dissipated. He gave her a small pat on the head. “Kyouka, we should go.”

She nodded and got up. He took her hand and she carried them up past the remnants of the ledge and into the tunnel, stopping a short distance away from the mouth of the tunnel. There was another flash of light and she transformed back. Kyouka waited for him to stand before asking, “Ah, Atsushi! I just remembered, what were you about to ask me? You know, before you fell?”

His cheeks flushed red and he walked away quickly, mumbling, “I don’t remember!”

“Atsushi, hey, Atsushi!” She ran the few steps and caught him by his hand, pulling him to a stop. Her voice was a silky whisper as she teased him.. “The answer is yes, by the way.”

She ran ahead, laughing, stopping at the mouth of the tunnel with a bright smile on her face. He stood frozen in shock, his eyes locking with hers as a flush of heat warmed through him.

“Atsushi!” She called from where she stood. She looked so beautiful with the sunset framed behind her, the last rays of the sun stretching to reach her, bathing her in its remaining glow. Her smile was wide and bright, it was as if the storm in the day and the uneasiness she had felt earlier had not existed. She was like a ball of happiness and joy now, waving and smiling at him. He liked that about her, being able to smile with so much warmth. He ran up to her and pulled her into his embrace, just as another shower of rain fell upon them.

A/N 2:  Thank you for reading to the end and I hope you enjoyed this! Likes and comments are always welcomed, and I would love to hear any thoughts that you might have :3 This is the second AU I did for this week that I really like and I'm so tempted to make Kyouka be a fairy with Sirenix transformation (yes I am changing it to a winx au probably and taking out Believix)

#bungou stray dogs #atsukyouweek2020 #atsukyou #atsushi x kyouka #nakajima atsushi #izumi kyouka #fairy au yes #atsushi with a sword #ATSUSHI WITH A PURPLE AND YELLOW SWORD #AND A FKING DRAGON #Kyouka as an enchantix fairy #KYOUKA ENCHANTIX #CINFICS 🎀

[missbecky]

So this is going to be a long post, as this has been a string of events that all kind of tie together, and I'm posting it here to write down tomorrow after I sleep on it. Writing it here is easier than handwriting.

Initially, wanting to be able to read tarot cards is what drew me to witchcraft, I've always felt drawn to tarot. Always. So I finally start dipping my toe in, and the more I research the more my entire life makes sense all the sudden. So getting started has been great, and I honestly don't know what my path is yet, but I feel like I'll end up wherever I'm supposed to be, so that's all fine.

I kept reading about working with deities, and that felt right to me. After all kinds of research, the only "name" (and there are a crap ton of deities), that really resonated with me was "ancient ones" which can basically be anything, apparently. Okay, fine, I can deal with that. I attempt to reach out to said "ancient ones" for any kind of sign that I'm supposed to be working with deities, or not. If I am, I wanted to know who these "ancient ones" were.

Immediately after I did that, I then went searching for guided meditation to go to sleep (I pretty much can't sleep without meditation). YT music's auto-guess of what I was searching after I type in mediations was "guided meditation spirit guides." I have a chuckle and go ahead and select it. The first one that popped up (which I want to point out, the next time I searched this exactly the same way, this did not happen again), was something like guided Visualization to contact your spirit guides before bed by Jason Stephenson. Again, I'm like what are the odds? So I pick it. I proceeded to get grounded and centered, and then as the guided visualization led to the first Spirit guide, it was like pure chaos, a flurry of images and words and the only thing I caught isn't even a word, but it sounded like "mawn-mooht" (in my head when I heard it, I interpreted it as being spelled Monmut, but idk). Then the next spirit guide I only saw flowers. They were beautiful, but not particularly informative. Then the third was like hitting a wall, and I got the very distinct impression that I was either not allowed to see, not ready to see, or both. So I make mental notes of all of this because I decided instead of walking myself up to write it down, I needed to sleep, that was what I was intending on doing, and what the meditation was made for. So I continued to go with it.

The dream was weird, and I took the time to write it all out, but to save time right now I'll skip it. Ultimately, I saw that I was indeed not ready to see, the dream showed me specifically one way that I wasn't ready yet. I still have a lot of work to do on me before I'm ready to work with a deity. Ok, fine, point made. Whatever. (See, lots of work on me still)

Well my dumb-ass is like, LeT's MaKe TaRoT cArDs AnD CaLl On ThE AnCiEnT OnE tO hElP (that it was specifically decided that I wasn't ready to do). So I spend two f***ing days making these tarot cards, they're tiny and weird and I just absolutely adore them. Like even now, I get the warm and fuzzies just thinking about them. I wasn't going to do more than the basics for getting the cards ready. But again, this dumb ass... So they're done, I'm in love with them, but they're off, they don't feel right. I decide they need dirt or something to feel better. Then I'm like, but they also need coarse salt. Then before I know it, I have them in a spell jar, essentially, with a bay leaf, cinnamon, marjoram, and some other things that just "seemed" right. There was no rhyme or reason to what I was adding (and yet the intent I ended up focusing on actually made the ingredients make a lot of sense, except the dirt, can't figure that one out). I basically willed foresight, insight, luck, and purity into my cards. And weirdly I thought I should protect them in case an entity with ill will attempts to influence them (and TBH, I don't even know if that's a thing, but I promised my mom I would when she found out I was making tarot cards. We live in a tiny house, and when you're taping for 2 days, people ask what you're doing. Weird). So then I set them on the windowsill to be charged by the moon. Great, super excited to sleep with them tomorrow and then use them!

So then I'm on Tumblr, and first post that pops up is a lady giving free readings. What the hell, why not? So I send her my name, sun sign, and requested the divine presence (I think it was called), to determine which deities were connected to me. She does it, apparently it's not good news. Something that sounds like a parasite. I spend a good few hours freaking out because of what I did with my tarot cards. Then I realized I don't know what the cards mean, and proceed to look them up. It was basically a checklist of all the shadow work I need to do. Funny enough one of the cards was 6 of cups, and all the cups were filled with flowers, which correlated with what I saw when I did the guided Visualization.

I then realize, this is probably yet ANOTHER sign that I need to slow my roll and work on me. I'm the parasite on my own damn self. So I'm going to be focusing on the basics for a while, meditation, grounding, and just like learning shit. And I guess I'm going to be doing shadow work... Yay...

I should have known that was always going to be where it led, the second I learned what shadow work was, I'm like, yeah, don't sign me up for that. Then the powers that be were all like, watch this. Fuuuuuucccccckkkkkk. Also, when I first got into all this, it was more about self exploration, so yeah, should've known....

#witchcraft #witchcraft storytime #grimoire #I'm an idiot

[primasveraas-writing]

Reuniting with Éomer after the Battle of Helm's Deep (Éomer x Reader Drabble)

Word Count: 1772

Warnings: mentions of/references to sex

I am... LOTR trash and especially Eomer trash. Also idk if anyone else would agree, but to me, he is secretly very soft and romantic when alone so all those moments are included. He ruins me. Have a drabble.

XXX

The night before had been seemingly endless. Stowed away in the caverns of Helm's Deep, you had waited with the other women and children of Rohan, sitting with bated breath as the sounds of battle and destruction raged ever nearer. Each minute had been an eternity, and as time wore on, it became clear to you that victory was hopeless. Even before the bloodied and exhausted soldier had entered the cave and told the people of Rohan to flee into the mountains, to your death, as you knew, you had realized that you were fated to die here at Helm's Deep. You prayed to the gods above that your husband Éomer had been saved by his exile and would escape a similar end.

Yet, the sun had risen, and by any miracle, Rohan had prevailed. While people streamed out of the caverns, searching for their loved ones, whether dead or alive, you mingled among the soldiers and quickly learned that the Rohirrim had returned, that Éomer and his men had come and turned the tide of the battle. 

Now, as you searched among the men of Rohan, weaving through the throngs of people flooding throughout the destroyed keep, your stomach churned. Reasonably, you knew that Éomer had lived through the night, for there was no alarm at the loss of the king's nephew, but it had been almost a week since you had seen him last, and your heart ached at the thought of reunion. He had been exiled almost a week ago, but the bloodshed and the violence during the events that transpired since then doubled your worry and your need to be with him once again.

The stench of blood and death filled your nostrils as you ventured out beyond the inner walls of the keep. You took a deep, steadying breath, trying to avert your eyes from the death around you when you heard someone call out your name.

"Y/n!" Your heart leaping into your throat at the familar voice, strained with urgency and relief, you turned to see Éomer striding towards you. You stepped into his arms without hesitation, hugging him tightly, your head resting against his armored chest, eyes squeezed shut as you struggled to find words, something, anything to express your worry and your care, how much you had truly missed him.

But he spoke before the blinding happiness faded enough for you to even open your mouth. "This is no place for you," he uttered, pulling back to look you in the eyes, concern still evident as he took you in, trying to assess your well-being.

A small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. "Is my place not at your side?" At his immediate exasperation, you continued, murmuring quietly, "I was looking for you."

Éomer sighed and drew you close again, pressing a kiss against your forehead. He was silent for a moment, relaxing into your embrace, and you gazed up at him, his face covered in the grime and blood of battle still. His hair was matted to his head, sweaty and long unkempt, and dark circles were apparent under his eyes. You raised your hand to his cheek, gently caressing his face with care and concern. 

"You should return within the walls of the keep," his voice was low and soft, "I will find you again the moment I can. There are other things I must attend to first." The pain and weariness of his voice indicated the grim task ahead; there were dead to find and lay to rest, and he had to account for the lessened number of his men that survived.

Despite his words, his arms remained around you for a moment more. Éomer sighed again, touching his forehead to yours. "I dreamed of you every night we were apart."

You leaned up to kiss him, brief and chaste, mindful of those around you. "Come find me when you are able, my love." You told him, stepping away. "I have missed you greatly."

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The next hours passed in a blur. As Éomer's wife and a lady of Rohan, the duty of leading the people back to a sense of calm and order fell to you, among others. Exhaustion settled deep within your people, the great cost of victory inhibiting celebration as sorrow began to prevail. There would be feasts and merrymaking later, but the day after the battle was terrible and red with blood.

Late in the afternoon, as you finished helping a group of women count the remaining provisions, yet another task in reorganizing the keep, you spotted Éomer making his way towards you. He caught your eye and smiled briefly. After checking that your companions could finish without you, you excused yourself to see your husband.

He held out his arm, and taking it, you allowed him to lead you to a private chamber, walking quickly through the remains of the fortress. Not before the door to your room had finished closing, you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him, long and deep, slightly rough with desperation. His arms circled around you, holding you close, and tangling his hands in your hair. You pulled back, staring into his eyes, heart pounding. Your love for each other went unsaid, still tangible through your shared gaze.

At last, you stepped back, taking his hand in yours. “Let me take care of you, my love.” You implored, sitting him down on the bed and beginning to undo the straps of his armor. He raised an eyebrow at you quizzically, but you only shook your head, a wry smile on your face, even as heat flushed your cheeks. “Not like that.”

Éomer snorted softly, helping you with the layers adorning him. Though he would never admit it, his exhaustion was palpable. He smelled of death and battle, so you took it upon yourself to help him in whatever way you could. After he was down to just his tunic, you took a wet cloth, wiping his face of dirt and blood. He caught your hand in yours as you stood over him, and he looked up into your eyes, lost in each other again. You leaned down to kiss him, gently this time, as if all the time in the world was yours to spend together. When you parted, his eyes remained closed as he leaned into you, face buried against your stomach. Almost absentmindedly, you ran your fingers through his tangled hair, wishing there was more you could do than clean and comfort him.

“Are you injured?” You asked quietly, and he shook his head. 

“Just a few scrapes,” he mumbled, “you need not worry.”

“I always do.”

The comment was meant to be lighthearted, but without your bidding, your voice caught, the upset clear. “Y/n?” He questioned, but you looked away, blinking away the sudden wetness in your eyes.

You took a deep, steadying breath. “I thought it would be the end of our people,” you confessed, “that all would fall to ruin and death, and that Rohan would be no more.”

His grip around you tightened. “Not by my will. Never would I have let you-”

But it was too much for him to continue. You sunk down on the bed next to him, limbs entangled as you clutched each other, alone in the cold room of stone. Head now resting on your shoulder, his shaky breath was hot against your shoulder.

“It was hopeless,” you told him, “and even so… darker days are still to come.”

“We will be ready now when those days arrive.” Determination returned to his tone, and he held you at a distance to meet your gaze. “The darkness over the king has lifted. And from this day forth, we are ready for whatever comes.” His eyes glinted with fiery conviction. “Rohan will not fall while I still draw breath.”

Nodding silently, you hugged him again. Éomer kissed your temple. “Have faith, my darling wife. For whatever evils are ahead… I am with you once more.”

This elicited a soft laugh at his romanticism, so hidden from all the world except you.  “Then come. Fresh clothes and a hot meal await you.” Your nose wrinkled as you regarded him. “And you have a need to wash your hair.”

“As my wife wishes, I shall do,” he obeyed gracefully, though you did note the hint of lighthearted mockery at your order.

“I should think so,” you mused, and he chuckled, drawing you into his embrace. “Shirt off, my love. I believe I have some scrapes to attend to.” 

He sighed but listened again, and you inhaled sharply. Blood and bruises covered his torso. “You’ve seen me with far worse, y/n. There is no reason for alarm.”

“It does not mean I enjoy the sight,” you retorted. “I enjoy you healthy and whole.”

“So you have said. It will heal in time.”

“I know.” Your eyes narrowed at a particularly nasty gash on his left arm. “Nevertheless…” you trailed off, lost to concentration. Éomer allowed you to clean and stitch the wound, and quiet settled over the room as you worked and he concentrated on anything but the pain.

Another hour passed, and when you were finished, Éomer was clean before you, recently full, and dressed in a fresh tunic, his hair washed and the evidence of battle gone except for the weariness in his eyes and the bandage around his arm.

“Thank you, my love.” He rested his chin on the top of your head. “I shall bathe properly when we return to Edoras.” Leaning down, he kissed you, his lips brushing against yours. Mischief was in his eyes. “And I should hope you would join me then.” 

“You need rest.” You scoffed, ignoring the weakness of your protest, only encouraging his grin.

“My strength will return by the time we arrive home.”

Rolling your eyes, you stepped away from him. “But as of now, bed. You must sleep.”

He caught your hand in his. “And with you beside me?”

Every duty and chore there still was to do flashed through your mind, but you regarded the man before you. However brief, there was an opportunity to spend time with your husband, something you knew would not be commonplace in the coming days. You nodded, and Éomer pulled you with him into bed, kissing you yet again as you settled, with your head on his chest, his arms around you. Eyelids turning to lead, you closed your eyes, the sound of his heartbeat and the thought of hope in the days to come luring you quickly to sleep.

#eomer #éomer #eomer imagine #lotr #lotr imagine #eomer x reader #lotr x reader #lotr fanfic #lotr fanfiction #eomer fanfiction #eomer fanfic #éomer x reader #éomer imagine #lotr drabble #lord of the rings #the two towers #the return of the king #Eomer of Rohan #rohan #lord of the rings imagine #tolkien

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OC background story//Secondary Characters

1: i’m aware they’re sorta boring in a sense (literally all 3/4 profile busts lol) but I couldn’t be bothered to get super detailed about them yet. I was trying to work out a look, and this is the quickest way lol. Lots of mistakes here, don’t focus on that. Just...jive with me.

2: idk that anyone is going to be interested, but i’m happy with my little babies! :) This kept me busy lol. 

Long post ahead!

Okay, so the band, Adria was formed sort of by accident. None of the members thought they were really going to get anywhere and were mostly just learning to play instruments and jamming to escape the pressures of adolescent life. 

Niri--her parents were very strict and proper. “Yes, sir. No, ma’am.” type people who do what they can to keep up appearances. Her father is a police detective and her mother was a homemaker after the birth of her children, but was once an attorney. They expected the same level of success from their children, having picked out career paths before the kids were even a speck in the womb. When Niri and her older brother showed excellence in academics, they moved to a new city, enrolling them in an academy that was known for churning out high level success stories--Politicians, Judges, CEO’s of major corporations...you get the drill. They were happy to practically go into debt forever if it meant their kids would be successful. 

Year 1...Enter KOU. 

Kou’s dad was always business first. He expected his son to be the same. So much so that the day after the birth, he went out and bought a whole building to keep for his son, the future doctor, to house his practice. Being from an old money family, there was never a shortage of opportunities to rub elbows and make a way for this kid to be a success no matter what. Through years of primary education, he was a quiet kid, but there was something under the surface that loved to go against the flow of where his life was forced to travel. His mother passed when he was very young, but she was the reason he was able to have few moments of peace and fun. He and Niri were school rivals, fighting for the top spot on the scholar’s board, but...they wound up giving up the struggle when they realized they had a lot in common and neither really cared to pursue their parents’ dreams. They stopped attending after school programs and chose to graffiti and vandalize the building Kou’s dad bought while it was still empty. When they weren’t tagging, they were listening to “inappropriate music” and that soon became them teaching themselves to play the songs on instruments they bought...with Kou’s dad’s credit card. They didn’t sound bad after a while! 

One day, the pair skipped school altogether to avoid an exam they had not studied for. On their way out of the academy, they were tailed by someone they never expected would keep their secret so well...

KRISS

Kriss and Kou are cousins. Their mothers were twins, so the two share a few features, but their personalities couldn’t be any more opposite. Where Kou is a grounded, sensible person, Kriss is carefree and...kind of an idiot. His mother raised him on her own and as a very open, artistic soul, she taught Kriss to always follow his heart and his dreams. He’s basically never been told “No” in his entire life. He was a very energetic kid, so his mother urged him to try out the drums (maybe it would tire him out enough for a nap) which he ended up falling in love with. It’s one of the few things he ever really kept an interest in despite being pretty flighty with his pursuits otherwise. Once he realized what his cousin was up to, he set up a drum kit within a few hours and was glued to their side ever since. 

Kriss’s mom is the only person who really believed in the band from the start. She would be a big help through their early years and to this day has a reserved spot to watch them play shows whenever she wants (usually stage right). 

Did I mention Kriss was part of the percussion section of the academy band? Well, it was more of an orchestra, but still. He felt there was something lacking in their sound during jam sessions so after a few weeks, he called up a few friends. 

Vash

Vash is a complete wildcard. He’s the sweetest person you’ll ever meet, but it takes a while to realize that because his personality is quite...Sharp. He has no problem speaking his mind, never has, and he’s not afraid to call anyone on their BS. Does an expert job of providing entertainment with his outbursts. His first words when he dropped by the “clubhouse” were “so you expect me to play in this shit hole?” His mouth usually got him in trouble at school so he was somewhat happy to have something to occupy his mind so his mouth wouldn’t run so often. He’d been playing music for many many years, his parents both being famous musicians themselves, so he has mastered quite a few instruments and often provides backup vocals because “none of the rest of you dingbats can be trusted to stay on key.”

He is the glue that holds everything together and his honesty keeps everyone grounded. He expects everything to run smoothly and on time, so he was made leader of the band within the first hour. It’s effortless and he keeps his cool pretty well under pressure, but the one person who manages to make him snippy is Eri.  

ERI

Eri is a mess of a human being in the most endearing way. He’s a walking contradiction and he loves to push buttons. He and Vash have been neighbors and best friends since they were born. They’re the Yin to each other’s Yang and act like an old married couple, always  disagreeing on the most basic things. It has never been an issue and the others love to watch a match go down. Where Vash is hands-on and always on track, Eri is laid back and couldn’t care less if something goes wrong. That’s not to say he’s not passionate about their dream, he’s just more of a “Things will happen as they happen, just go with the flow” type. His easygoing nature lends him a very grounded and rhythmic personality...perfect for a bassist. His favorite thing is spending time with friends and being able to just do what his soul calls him to do. He does, however, absolutely hate attention. It makes him feel pressured to act a certain way or do a certain thing and it just clashes with his entire vibe. He broke out in a rash when they got their first major gig and had to do a meet and greet. He loves his fans, but...can they not want pictures all the time? “I look awkward when I smile.” He really does. The boy doesn’t smile, it’s always a grimace. 

Eri’s dad owns a very successful restaurant and often got the band small gigs like birthdays and weddings that he was hired to cater for. He doesn’t understand what they’re hoping to do, but hey, the kids play some mean covers of songs he grew up on. Besides, if his son is happy, that’s good enough for him. 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For the first few years, they snuck around and the others lied for Niri and Kou when their parents had questions. They couldn’t say they weren’t all hanging out together, so once things got real, they moved their practices to Vash’s house since his parents had all the equipment they needed and didn’t really care one way or another about what was going on, too busy with tours and things.

Once they graduated, it was harder to cover. Niri came clean to her father, her mother having found out shortly before but promising to keep it quiet if she just quit and focused on school. Her father was furious and demanded she cut ties with her “hooligan friends” immediately as she was set to go to college and become a lawyer like her mother. Niri refused and was kicked out of her home after being called a failure of a child. This only fueled her fire to pursue her dream. She called Vash, mostly to cry in frustration, but he met her at the front of her neighborhood saying “I just felt something was up with your dumb self so I came by to check. Good thing I did. Let’s go, you’re moving in with me til we figure all this out.” The two soon became three when they got an apartment with Eri two months later. 

Kou had a similar experience once he told his father he didn’t want to be a doctor and had no plans to attend his father’s alma mater (which he only got into after his father wrote a very generous check being Kou’s grades had slipped to an abysmal level) he was removed from the premises by security, cut off financially, and removed from the will within 2 hours. The only thing he managed to keep (for a while anyway) was his car, so he hopped in and drove over to his aunt’s house and lived there for a while with her and Kriss. 

During this time, they still had small shows coming left and right. One night after a few years of a rough grind with no money and shitty daytime jobs, while playing a local club (that didn’t even pay them by the end of the set), they met a small time producer who liked their sound and asked them to record a demo. The producer played the demo to a group of friends that called a separate group of friends and eventually their little song made it to the ears of a real band who had an unexpected opening in their roster for an upcoming festival tour. Adria got the call and had to scramble to get their set list ready. It wasn’t anything big, just a side stage gig, but the more stops they played, the bigger the crowds they drew. 

When they made it home after several stops, they were met by the producer who found them, asked to record a whole album and from there they filmed a very low budget MV and soon after their first single was playing on the radio. They were asked to appear on small time local talk shows. They spread like wildfire once their second single dropped, played on stations nationwide. More MVs and a headlining tour followed with a second album set to drop. Kriss and Niri were asked to be part of a 6 episode arc on a popular TV drama and a second tour.  It was a tough climb, but they’ve been at it for 15 years. Niri and Kou did go back home at one point and faced their parents, attempting to make amends and build a bridge. Kou and his dad are in a much better place now, the old building they used to play around in was transferred into Kou’s name and they now use it as their recording studio/ band headquarters. 

Niri’s family reunion was a little less of a happy ending, in fact, it’s still a work in progress. Her mother apologized and they cried a little over the years missed, but her dad is a very tough man to get through to. He acknowledged he was harsh in his actions but still feels justified in what he did. He says if it weren’t for his tough love, Niri wouldn’t have felt the need to work so hard to get to this place in her life. He did at least say thank you when Niri handed him a check to cover the hit her parents’ savings took when her brother went to medical school. She has weekly calls and video chats with her mom and her brother often makes it out to shows and sends her snaps when he sees her on TV or hears the band on the radio. Her dad sometimes texts her “Heard your new song. It’s loud.” That’s his way of saying he's giving it a chance and doesn’t exactly hate it.

#butter's OCs #the band Adria #OC backstory

[littlestsnicket]

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thanks!! (this got out of hand, but I had fun thinking about these things :D)

I’m going to talk about “Promise not to lie, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I’ll tell the truth” 

First, this title is ridiculously long, and I clearly remember having one of those, fuck, ao3 will not let me post this without a title moments, but I kind of like it; it works. 

Second, I’ve done this a lot less in this fandom (where as like... i think all of my doctor who fic is like this) but the easiest fic for me to write are the ones where I read a fic and think, well that’s not quite right. And I had read a bunch of Violet is a Snicket fic and none of it was quite right. Which is definitely not a slight on the people who wrote it (a lot of it is really good! it just didn’t jive right with my personal understanding of the characters and themes of the series, and well... a lot of it seemed more influenced by netflix than the books), so I went and wrote my own.

Cut because I went through a nearly 2000 word long fic practically paragraph by paragraph.

“What a coincidence, I was about to make myself some tea,” said Violet. Even though this was an entirely plausible statement, Violet was certain it sounded like a bald faced lie, and she was certain by the way Lemony’s eyebrows drew together, that he thought so too, but he took a second mug from the cabinet above the stove, placed it next to his own on the counter, and dropped in a second tea bag. Violet thought she caught him scanning the room for exits, but it might not mean anything—Lemony did that constantly. She sat down at the worn kitchen table.

I like the idea of characters letting each other get away with lies. And I also think it’s important to asoue--there’s a reading of a lot of things that happen with disguises (like when Klaus and Sunny disguise themselves as doctors, and Madame Lulu, and maybe even Olaf disguising himself as Stephano) where I think there is some vfd *thing* where you are trained not to call people out on lies unless you are certain you have more to gain from doing so than you might gain from playing along and seeing what else happens. That’s not terribly related to this fic, but it’s something I was thinking about when I wrote Lemony letting on to Violet that he didn’t really believe she wanted tea, but going along with it anyway (and then Violet doesn’t even drink the tea (but that’s maybe not super clear from the way I wrote it), so Lemony knows at the end... and of course they are both very observant and spend a lot of time watching people both as a matter of personality and circumstance.)

“Thank you for finding us, Mr Snicket, and reuniting our family.”

One of the things I’ve put a lot of thought into is how characters use names/nicknames/titles. It’s something I became very concerned about when I was writing Twin Peaks fic, and I carried it along to this fandom too. And I really liked the idea of Violet using Lemony in her head but still calling him Mr Snicket out loud until they resolve their relationship. 

“I couldn’t say no to Beatrice,” he responded without looking at her.

And then Lemony half denying that he’s done anything special or admirable. I tend not to think of Lemony as particularly self hating, although I don’t know if it comes across that way (especially in “platonic equivalent of hate sex” but that’s from Olaf’s pov and he sees Lemony in a certain way that is not necessarily accurate). This has more to do with Lemony not wanting to make moral judgements about himself, or really allow other people to commit to making moral judgements about himself. Which could certainly be read as self hating, but I think has more to do with pragmatism and a result of his world view which is very accommodating of moral grayness (except when it very much is NOT at all--like no one is ever all good in Lemony’s head, but there are certain people that Lemony allows himself to think of as 100% bad even though he intellectually knows otherwise).

but she was nearly twenty six now and the guardian of a child; she understood now that nothing, but especially trying to do right by a child, was ever as straightforward to an adult as it was to a young person.

The idea that Violet should be a properly grown up adult for this conversation was very much a reaction to reading other fic. It’s also the only thing that makes sense with my head canons about the timeline of when things happen/books are published. And this is also a sort of reference to atwq where Lemony has the line about children inevitably becoming adults that I am not going to look up. 

“I know you were engaged to my mother,” Violet said.

I’m not sold on this. Violet is Bertrand’s child, and this sounds like more of a Beatrice/Klaus thing to say--it’s so very direct. But (a) given how relatively short I keep my fic, I needed to cut to the chase and (b) this was pretty early in my involvement in fandom. While most of the things I think about Lemony are things I’ve been thinking about since I was, idk, twelve or thirteen (Lemony has ALWAYS been my favorite), I had to flesh out Beatrice, Bertrand, Violet, Klaus, and Sunny a lot to be able to write them.

Then the next bit of dialogue--it was important to me to establish that Violet and Klaus (and Sunny too) had been researching Lemony. And there is a lot of information out there about Lemony. (And maybe the Baudelaire parents have been deliberately keeping their children away from information about Lemony, because the Quagmires are familiar with him in tvv--and the particular way they bring it up makes it seem like general knowledge not something that they discovered researching Olaf.) For one thing, I think the Baudelaire’s (especially Klaus) would research Lemony, but it was also important to me to sort of... balance out the amount of knowledge Lemony has about them.

And then of course, there is the thesis of the fic:

“Violet, I have always believed that genetics are a negligible part of paternity. And somewhat selfishly, if I were to think of myself as a father figure—even in a limited capacity, I would have to admit I was a monstrous failure.”

The idea that Lemony hasn’t already worked through his feelings about having a kid (in the strange capacity that he does) is just ridiculous to me. Like... families of choice is one of the KEY THEMES of the book series he wrote. It’s almost a non-issue. And I think when we see Lemony being completely un-self aware, that’s a deliberate rather than passive act on his part. All that performative grief we see in his narration isn’t something that just happens, it’s something he’s actively doing because he cannot deal with the complexity of his actual feelings. Where as this is something he’s worked through and consciously let himself off the hook for, and can concisely and accurately explain to Violet. Because he’s an adult. And even as a child in atwq, he’s pretty self aware about the things he’s not deliberately lying to himself about. 

He placed one mug on the placemat in front of Violet, although the wood of the table top was so scratched and damaged one would never be able to pick out one more ring of water. 

This might be my favorite thing I’ve written in this fandom, and it just... the thing about not using coasters being a sign of evil. I will never get over that. it’s so perfect. Because, when it comes down to it, evil is synonymous with carelessness. And giving up on the idea that small acts of care are worthwhile. And how that is so core to who Lemony is as a person and what being a Volunteer actually means.

blue gray like the sea during a storm—the same blue gray eyes she saw when she looked at Beatrice, the same blue gray eyes that looked back at her from the mirror.

(a) I wanted to connect the Snickets to the sea--it seemed important, and (b) I have a random and unfounded head canon that the Snicket siblings don’t look at all alike besides having the exact same color eyes--so that is the “Snicket” trait that Violet has as well. 

I already talked about the name thing, so I’m going to skip a head a tiny bit. When I wrote this, it was really important that the fic actually be about something other than Violet being genetically a Snicket--it was the only way to show that it’s really a non issue. So Violet and Lemony talk about the Baudelaire parents and casually refer to them as such without any caveats because that’s the truth. 

“Sometimes, it feels like I didn’t know my parents at all. They had so many secrets, so many things they never told us.”

“I am all too familiar with that feeling. I knew your parents quite well; I would like to help if I can.”

And this is Lemony breaking one of the many negative cycles of vfd involvement. And, despite their genetic relation, Lemony is going to interact with Violet primarily as a friend of her parents, and a someone who fundamentally understands what she is going through in loosing ones parents especially in situation of not really knowing what they were thinking. 

I’m going to skip ahead to the sugar bowl bit because the discussion about moral ambiguity and what the Baudelaire parents would have wanted pretty much is what it is. Lemony is able to give Violet closure that I think she really needed. It’s nice. It’s what I want for her. I think it’s something Lemony knows Jacques didn’t have and needed as the eldest sibling. 

Yeah... there is nothing in the sugar bowl. I am sorry. Those are the facts. It’s also something Lemony is not comfortable telling Violet. He wants to prepare her for disappointment, but she doesn’t have the context to really get it yet. Even though Lemony hints at it earlier (”they would be proud to have raised children who were brave and resourceful enough to barter the location of the sugar bowl for their sister’s safety”). That the Baudelaire’s instinctively understood the real value of the sugar bowl. Also, I was already planning what ended up becoming “To share a kitchen” at this point. The original draft was primarily focused on Sunny figuring out what was in the sugar bowl, and that being something that Lemony wasn’t comfortable telling anyone because it’s something that one has to figure out for ones self. But that ended up being kind of tangential to that story in the end. 

Violet was silent and perfectly still, puzzling over all of this not terribly helpful information, as Lemony finished his tea. 

Call back to Lemony saying “he was so still and quiet when he was thinking through a puzzle”. Because Violet is Bertrand’s daughter. 

“Thank you, at least, for not telling me it is too dangerous for me to know.”

“My track record is far from perfect, but I do make a sincere attempt to keep my word.”

This is a direct refute of Widdershins saying that it’s too dangerous for young people to know what is in the sugar bowl. That was very deliberate. Lemony and Widdershins have some shit to work out. I don’t know that they ever get the chance. (I tend to think Widdershins doesn’t know what is in the sugar bowl. And that is a beginning of the rift between them; they seem close in atwq and Lemony seems so casually disdainful of him by the time he is writing tgg.)

And then the last paragraph is just... Lemony is not and never is going to play the role of a father figure for Violet, but they are a FAMILY in the way that matters--they’re comforted by each other’s presence and the small noises they make when going about their normal habits. 

And that is that!

#ask meme #tangentially #mayo talks about writing #this seems like the work of an insane person #but i own it

[thirteen-beaxhes]

do a muffy prompt where they meet at a cliff that both went to, to clear their minds

So the ending is very Liv and Maddie inspired idk why I was watching it skfhdjdjf

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The wind whistled through Buffy's ears, her hair blowing wildly. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, sighing as she looked down from the cliff on which edge she sat. There wasn't a truly spectacular view from where she was, but that didn't really matter to her. She just needed the place to be there. And it was. Buffy didn't mind the quiet up on that cliff, that was most of the reason she loved it so much. Well, that and the fact that it was her's and Marty's place.

Halfway through their first year in high school, Marty and Buffy had accidentally come to the cliff, both adamant that they hadnt gotten lost on the way, but both secretly thankful that there was something as calming as the place they had landed up. Soon enough, it became their spot, much like the swings were TJ and Cyrus' spot. They came there every so often, usually at night, just to sit and talk and laugh, enjoying each other's company.

But Buffy wasn't there for that reason that day. She sniffed, wiping away a stray tear rolling down her cheek. She needed to be alone, to think. And a small part of her was naively hoping that Marty would walk up behind her, surprising her with his presence. But the chances of that were low.

She really hadnt meant to snap at him, it had just happened, and soon enough it was a yelling match, and Marty was walking away, saying that he needed a break from them, and Buffy had tried following him out, but she couldn't catch up to him. And before she knew it, she was at the cliff's edge, sitting on a rock, her throat sore and her head pounding as she tried to keep the tears in.

"Figured you'd be here," a voice said from behind her, and Buffy couldn't help but let out a watery laugh, turning around. Marty walked up next to her, hands in his pockets, as he made his way up the slope to where Buffy was sitting. She faced ahead, avoiding his eyes as he say down beside her with a sigh.

"Why are you here, Marty? Don't you need a break?" Buffy said, unable to hide the harshness of her words.

Marty winced slightly, but looked at her. "I was worried about you."

Buffy scoffed, looking the other way.

"I was!" Marty said defensively. "And, I shouldn't have said what I said. I'm sorry."

"You know I hate those words."

"Sometimes, they need to be said."

Buffy sighed, finally looking up at Marty, pinching the bridge of her nose, the hesdache only growing. "You shouldn't be sorry. I'm the one who snapped."

"Yeah, what happened? You haven't done that before, not with me at least," Marty said, looking at her intently, his hand incredibly close to hers.

Buffy looked up at Marty, biting her lip before looking back ahead. "It's nothing."

"It has to be something."

Buffy just kept looking ahead, bringing up her hand to quickly wipe away another stray tear. But Marty had noticed it, and he narrowed his eyes.

"Buffy? Is everything okay?" Marty asked, his voice laced with concern.

Buffy drew a shaky breath and looked down at her shoes. "I know about the foreign exchange, Marty."

A small part of her had been clinging onto the hope that what she had heard wasn't true, but the way Marty sighed, squeezing his eyes shut, gulping, Buffy had to let go of that hope.

"Buffy, I," Marty started, trying to find the words to explain, but Buffy shook her head.

"It's okay, Marty," She said quietly, resting her hand on his. "I know how much you liked going the first time. So, it makes sense you'd go again."

"I, I know I should've told you, but, I uh, I didn't know what to say," Marty fumbled, looking pleadingly at Buffy.

"I mean, Australia sounds pretty cool," Buffy said with a small smile.

Marty just nodded, coughing slightly.

Buffy sighed, squeezing his hand before letting go. "But you were right earlier today. We do need a break."

"What?" Marty said, his voice breaking. "Buffy, I, I just said that in the heat of the moment!"

"Marty," Buffy said softly, cutting Marty off. "Think about it. You're gonna be in Australia for more than 9 months, and video calls can only do so much. It isn't fair for both of us to stop and wait, is it?"

Marty looked into Buffy's eyes desperately, trying to plead with her, but Buffy also knew that Marty understood her, deep down. And soon enough, acceptance, or some form of it, flooded his face, and he looked down nodding slightly.

"Hey," Buffy said, lifting up Marty's head by the chin. "We'll always be great friends. I wouldn't trade my 11.5 for anyone."

That managed to make Marty smile a bit, even letting out a small laugh. "Yeah, we'll always be friends."

"And, if when you're back, we're meant to be more, the universe will let us know," Buffy said with a smile. Marty nodded, pulling Buffy in for a hug.

Buffy held on right, finally letting out some tears as she smiled into the hug.

Yeah, the cliff was always their special place.

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