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yanderecrazysie · 3 months

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Twisted Zoo: Chapter Three

This is based on the stories of a keeper reader with the octotrio by @ashensgrotto and @merakiui .

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Summary: You’re a brand new zookeeper at The Halfling Zoo- a place where half-animals live in captivity. Your job is simple- feed them and study them. Your main worry is that one of the more dangerous halflings might kill you.

Unfortunately, that may become the least of your worries.

WARNINGS: none for now

Previous Chapter: Chapter Two

Next Chapter: Chapter Four

Note: All characters are aged up, since there will be mature themes in future parts.

Also, I can’t promise I’ll finish this. I suck at finishing stories.

Note 2: I worry that maybe these birds don’t fit their counterparts well, since no one correctly guessed them all ;-; I made Riddle a flamingo only because of the Queen of Hearts’ flamingos, and I thought he’d like to be one, if he had to choose LOL

Note 3: You have probably already guessed that the heart system means how quickly they’re becoming yandere. Please keep in mind some with gain hearts faster or slower than the others.

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Today would be a more relaxed day, as you only had one exhibit to visit. The birds were all separated by wire fences, but they were all part of one big aviary. Tomorrow, you’d be working with the three remaining exhibits all at once, so you were glad to have this day of respite.

The bird keeper was a kind older lady. She gave you a bunch of salads, with notes as to which one belonged to which bird. The salads with shrimp were obviously for the flamingos, but the other salads were a bit harder to remember.

You walked into the aviary, a large plastic container with the separate salads under your arm. The birds were all wide awake, with the exception of the owl, whose green hair was just barely visible from where he had covered his head with one of his wings to sleep.

“Hey! I want to eat first!” A voice cried out to you, “Hey, lady with the food, over here!”

You were surprised to hear such fluent English from a halfling, but when you turned your head to the source of the calls, you immediately understood.

Parrot halflings caught onto human languages quickly. That didn’t necessarily make them smarter than other halflings, it was simply something they were naturally good at. This parrot halfling had mostly-orange wings to match his hair, although the tips of his wings tapered off to yellow and then a vibrant blue.

The parrot gazed at you curiously for a moment, before his expression became more mischievous, “Guten morgen? Ohayo? Buen día? Zǎoshang hǎo? Dobroye utro?”

“Good morning to you too, show off,” you laughed, walking up to him, “I assume you’re the salad with sunflower seeds?”

He grinned, “That’s me! I’m starving!”

You felt like you were talking with a human, and that fact made you feel a little sick inside. Should an animal with the ability to converse so normally really be confined to a wire cage?

You rummaged through the plastic container, looking for the salad with seeds. The parrot halfling spread his beautiful wings and flew onto a perch closer to you, his talons curling around the wood as he impatiently waited for his meal.

Finally, you found the correct salad and handed it over to him. His eyes lit up and he snatched it from you.

“Thanks!” He said with a grin. Before you could ask him his name, he spread his wings and flew into an enormous birdhouse to eat there. A little disappointed that you couldn’t have a conversation with him, you turned to the raven in the cage next to him.

“Hello! I brought you a salad!” You called out to the raven halfling. He walked over to the edge of the exhibit and tilted his head, looking you over curiously.

You found his salad fairly quickly, as it was accented with bright red apple slices. The raven drew closer and you admired how his feathers and matching hair color were not black, but a dark blue that seemed to shine in the early sunlight.

“What’s your name?” You asked as he took the salad from you.

He grabbed the salad and held it close to him, as though someone may steal it. It took him a few moments to process your question before he answered, “Deuce.”

You knew that ravens were normally very intelligent animals. But with the way Deuce took so long to answer and the way he struggled with the plastic packaging, you had a feeling that the same could not be said for the halflings.

Deuce struggled with the packaging a little while more before he handed it back to you and, with a blush settling on his cheeks, muttered a small, “Help.”

You opened it for him with a smile, “No need to be embarrassed, Deuce, it can be tricky to open sometimes.”

He nodded, but you weren’t sure he actually understood you. Either way, he seemed happy enough to have his salad open for him. Similar to the parrot halfling, he retreated to his birdhouse to eat his meal.

You decided to try giving the owl his meal next, although you weren’t sure you would be able to wake him. You would feel bad if you disturbed his rest.

However, you had no need to worry, because the owl halfling was awake and alert when you approached his cage. You rummaged through the salads for the one with grilled chicken chunks in it and found it quickly. The other salads had either shrimp or were plain, saved specifically for the flamingos and peacocks respectively.

You handed over the chicken salad and the owl halfling smiled politely at you, giving you a gentle, “Thank you.”

Unlike the parrot and raven halflings, he did not open his salad and dig in, but instead put it aside for later. Upon noticing your confused look, he explained, “I’m saving it for nighttime.”

You nodded but secretly wondered why they wouldn’t just feed him at night only. After all, that’s the time owls hunt. But you supposed it made it easier to just feed everyone at the same time instead of making any exceptions.

Pretty lazy, in your opinion.

Next was the flamingos, and you approached their enclosure in awe. Their feathers were a soft, beautiful pink and, instead of the talons you were used to seeing on bird halflings, they had bare feet much like a human’s, just with webbing between the toes.

“Shrimp salads, anyone?” You jokingly asked the two flamingos.

One of them, the one with light orange hair, flew over with such excitement that you took a step back, “You’re new!”

“Yes, I’m filling in for the morning meal today!” You said cheerfully.

“How exciting!” The flaming gasped, “That’s exciting, isn’t it, Riddle?”

The other flamingo, a more serious-looking man with red hair, cautiously watched you. He did not respond to the more enthusiastic flamingo.

“Let me just…” the orange-haired flamingo took a salad from you, opened the container, and began methodically arranging the shrimp and lettuce until it looked like it was something out of Chef Ramsey’s kitchen, “Perfect! Hashtag delicious!”

You stared at him, wondering where he’d learned to talk like a teenage girl. Riddle, annoyed by his fellow flamingo’s behavior, snapped at him, “You don’t have a phone. Stop with that ‘hashtag’ nonsense.”

You were shocked to hear a halfling besides a parrot speak so fluently, not to mention so prim and proper sounding. Handing over a salad to Riddle, you asked the other flamingo, “What’s your name?”

“Cater!” He said with a proud smile, as though his name was an accomplishment. You couldn’t help but giggle at his antics, which seemed to deepen Riddle’s frown.

“I have to give the peacocks their salads now,” you told Cater.

“Bye-bye!” Cater said cheerfully, waving as you walked away.

The peacock enclosure was certainly something to behold. It had a huge fountain and ornate fencing. You tried to wave the three peacocks over, but they refused to come to you. Remembering what Mr. Crowley had said about them being a little cocky, you sighed and opened the gate.

You carried the large plastic container over to them and, with a smile, you held out a salad to the closest one. The tall flamingo gave you a disdainful look, but took the salad all the same. The one with a bowl cut took his with a closed-eyed smile, “Merci, mademoiselle.”

French? You wondered where he had learned French and if he spoke any English. Moving on from that thought, you handed the last salad over to a slightly timid-looking, small and adorable lilac-haired peacock.

All of the peacocks had beautiful white feathers in a fan shape protruding from their backs. You couldn’t help but admire them, despite the way they didn’t seem all too interested in you.

“What are your names?” You asked.

The one with blond-to-lilac hair turned his back on you and walked away with his salad. The one with completely lilac hair merely offered you an “Epel” before following after him.

The one with a bowl cut placed a hand on his chest and, with a large smile, introduced himself, “I am Rook,” He pointed at the retreating back of the first peacock and said, “Vil”.

“Vil is his name?” You clarified. Rook nodded in response. You wondered if he knew more French than English.

Either way, you were done feeding them for the day, so it was on to studying them.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere one shot #one shot #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland

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plumbum-art · 5 months

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Crowleys Plants

If you're like me and can't sleep until you know exactly which plants Crowley owns, then...this is your lucky day!

I did a little research and these are the results so far. Feel free to correct me or add anything I missed.

in short: these are all more or less typical houseplants, as one probably would find in any common garden center. Nothing extraordinary here.

Let's start with the plants in Crowleys flat:

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There are at least three big pots (two at the window, one at the door) with the same plants

1 - some kind of Musa (banana plant)

2 - Strelitzia reginae (bird-of-paradise flower 👀)

3 - this poor, scared to death fellow is a Alocasia zebrina (zebra plant) Anthurium andraeanum (Flamingo flower)

Now on to the plants in the Bentley:

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4 - Monstera deliciousa (grows edible fruits!)

5 - Aspidistra elatior (Bar-room plant, I see what you did there)

6 - Ficus elastica (Rubber plant)

7 - Ficus lyrata (Fiddle-leaf fig, not to be confused with the common fig which has edible fruits)

8 - Aglaonema (Chinese evergreen)

9 - Calathea lancifolia (Rattlesnake plant 🐍)

Needless to say, that a mostly dark flat or a narrow car interior aren't the best places for such plants. It probably would take a miracle for them to survive...

Edit: @dreaded-mika pointed out that plant #3 could be a Anthurium andreanum and you are absolutely correct (I asked a gardener to confirm)! Thank you!!

#good omens #good omens 2 #crowley #crowleys plants #good omens meta #good omens reference

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katskitoshi · 7 months

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May I please have this? https://www.tumblr.com/katskitoshi/696416151501209600/sheepy-twisted-wonderland?source=share

But instead of sheep a Bunny and with the other dorms?

Thx Love your work!!!<3

"MY CUTE LITTLE BUNNY!" with TWISTED WONDERLAND.

synopsis: you thought you would be prepared to never let another sheepy incident happen again. however, you clearly underestimate your friend's ability to ruin your life. but this time, you turn into a fluffy little bunny rather than a fluffy little sheep.

characters: riddle, trey, cater, ace, deuce, leona, ruggie, jack, azul, jade, floyd, kalim, jamil, vil, rook, epel, idia, ortho, malleus, lilia, silver, & sebek x fem! reader

you took extra precautions to try to prevent yourself in an alchemy incident. you watched each ingredient go in, stopped horse playing and petty fights, and double-triple made sure the order of each ingredient was correct. somehow, after a miscalculation or addition of some unknown substance (grim added something without telling you), your body turns into [color] smoke and you shrink down a bunch of feet.

you're no taller than grim now, with cute floppy ears, a fluffy tail, and a cute twitching nose thats flicking especially fast from stress. and just like before, you're left in the hands of the dorms as crewel looks for a way to turn you back. let's see how they do, yeah?

HEARTSLABYUL is a pretty safe place for a bunny like yourself! nice roses, cute animal friends, and nice tea parties you get to be apart of. it's easy to get lost in the twisty-turvy halls, but it's still a pretty dorm for a pretty bunny!

riddle is a pretty suitable caretaker. you're fed each meal, which is surprisingly more than carrots thanks to trey. he'll brush your fluffy coat and keep you looking as proper as possible! a nice, long bath is due after a tiring day of hanging out with the hedgehogs and flamingos, and he's pretty good at restoring your fluffy coat to it's former glory. once bed time rolls around, he'll let you take one half of his bed and he'll take the other. if you hop into his arms while he sleeps, he won't push you away. however, if you nudge at him with cute pleading bunny eyes for a bite of his tart he will. he loves you dearly, but he will not share his tart with you while you're in bunny form. that's a treat reserved only for when you're human.

trey is your sole reason for sanity. you thought you'd be fed carrots and lettuce all day, but he's able to whip your vegetables into anything you wish. carrot cake, sugar free fruit tarts, hay biscuits. any food you could think of, trey will try and most likely succeed in making it perfect for your bunny tummy. besides his amazing cooking, trey's good at grooming and reading you. he absolutely loves your little ear or nose twitches! if you're good, he'll let you help him bake or collect some ingredients. but only if you're good, okay?

pretty predictably, cater is thrilled about your transformation! it's super cute and magicammable. don't worry, he has his phone, a brush, and a cute diamond hair clip on standby as soon as you enter his care. it's time for a makeover! he'll manage your fluffy fur into a nice style with the hair clip and take a bunch of pictures. once that's done, he'll take you out to the rose garden and just talk for hours with you. he takes notice of your every reaction and pets your cute ears in response. if you couldn't tell, he loves them. but it might be obvious due to how often his hands will gravitate towards them and just fondle them. gah, you're so cute! all these pictures might overtake his sheepy one!

ace was supposed to be beheaded for his crimes, but he seems to like punishment. somehow, he got his hands on you and you're terrified. but this time, it's all for nothing. surprisingly, ace was a much better caretaker than before. he fed you and kept you out of harms way enough the survive your time with him. but ace made his time with you special. a little dream of his was to pull a rabbit out of a hat, so he used a small teleportation spell to transport you from his bed, to be slowly pulled out of his top hat. with a "ta-da~!" leaving his lips, you begged to go again! it was fun, and ace was finally not putting you in harms way so its a win win.

sweet deuce always wanted a bunny growing up. he never got one, but perhaps this mishap was a blessing in disguise. he hugged you close to his chest gently when he first got to hold you and smiled brightly. deuce is a great caretaker. he'll bring you whatever you want, even if you shouldn't eat/have it, and he'll let you play outside for a nice long time! all he asks for in return are some cute snuggles and to let him pet your ears. his dreams will come true!

perhaps letting you stay in SAVANACLAW for a bit was a mistake. it was hot and scary. the blazing sun and dry conditions were nice, but the sand blowing in your face and wool was not. oh, and not to mention you were at the bottom of the food chain here. i mean, who's brilliant idea was it to keep a prey and a dorm full of predators?

be lucky leona values human you a bit. if he hadn't, who knows what would've happened to you? maybe a big, scary beastman would snatch you up, tun you into bunny stew, and eat you for dinner with no remorse. leona'll tell you all those things to try and scare you, but sevens forbid once of the losers in his dorm lay a hand on you. then, they'll turn into beastman stew and leona will slurp them up and go right back to bed while using you as a pillow.

how adorable could you get? ruggie will chuckle at your new form, his familiar laugh and smile making you feel a bit less stressed about the situation. as usual, leona will throw ruggie some money to take care of you, only use a bit for you and pocket the rest. he still cares, so he'll even watch you frolic and play around the botanical gardens or fields of savanaclaw.

jack is such a good boy, as always. he always takes care of you and does it pretty well. nice meals and groomings obviously. he'll also let you play around outside if you get bored, or do anything your little bunny brain wants. as long as it's in reason, he'll give it at least a thought. so, to put it short: no, [name], jack will not let you go inside the microwave to see what it feels like.

when approaching OCTAVINELLE, your best decision is to hop as far as you can and as fast as you can. but unfortunately, that cannot help your poor, unfortunate bunny soul for there are eels and octopuses that stop you from going before the fun begins.

dollar signs ring in azul's head as he hears about your form. hooray! marketing! you can either sit pretty in the eating area of the lounge or in his office for private pet sessions. for the cheap price of 1000 madol, a student can pet your cute little bunny ears. besides being a marketing tool for him, he cares for you pretty well.

jade drugs you. nothing more to say than that he wanted to give you some mushrooms and well, bunnies don't fair well with them. next thing you know, you're hallucinating carrots and [favorite food] and begin chomping away at him. jade only laughs. he's an okay caretaker. but he much enjoys seeing you woozy from just a common mushroom. he really wants to see what happens to you with psychedelics.

look, when you said you wanted to go in the microwave, you were joking! floyd attempts part 2 of attempting to cook his crush. it was crazy, honestly. floyd seemed to learn no lesson! but at least your so squeezable in this form! ah, his cuteness aggression is kicking in! he's still harsh, but at least the number of injuries has decreased. so perhaps something has changed. but let's not forget of his crimes. attempted microwave cooking, attempted drowning, yanking your ears, flicking your nose, and quite a few more that will most likely not end up on his record but should.

similar to savanaclaw, SCARABIA is a dorm with great living conditions for bunnies! most of the time, the dorm members are nice and the dry ground is fun to dig in.

kalim had changed a lot since last time. he's a lot better at taking care of you. if it's too warm, he'll make a little oasis. for you to swim in or drink out of. he'll let you hop around the desert planes of scarabia but he'll most likely lose you. and when he pets you, he's a bit rough from cuteness aggression, but he loves you and treats you like royalty nonetheless.

jamil is again your main caretaker, and again one of the best people you can end up with. nice food, well taken care of, lovely head-rubs and all sorts of affections. i'd like to believe that once upon a time kalim or one of his siblings had a rabbit and it turned into jamil's responsibility to take care of it. who would've know that their negligence would help him?

hopping into POMEFIORE was lovely. the scenery was breathtaking and it smelled of fresh fruits and apples. this is one of the only dorms you can hop around and just find food lying there. nice fields to get lost in, nice waters to swim in. this dorm is like bunny heaven!

vil is a great caretaker, and he'll carry you wherever you need to go. you know this little poodle pouch bag things, vil owns one just for you. after treating your wool, whiskers, and paws and such, he'll plop you right into his little bag and stroll around pomefiore to invoke the jealous stares of his dorm mates. now, you're the prettiest bunny with the prettiest man to carry you around!

you know those fields you like to get lost in? yeah, you're never really lost because rook always has his eye on you. he loves you as a bunny dearly. taking photos at every moment or chasing you just to see your ears and nose twitch in fear. it's hilarious to him! and insane for you to think he wouldn't just love to sneak up behind you, grab you, and hold you to his chest while giving you kisses all over your little bunny head and ears. as soon as you're back in human form, he'll give you some real kisses while he forces you to look at all the cute bunny pictures he has!

sweet epel shares his apples with you. back home, he was familiar with bunnies as they'd come into the orchard and try to steal apples. he'll cut them up into cute shapes for you so you don't have to hit the trees to try to get them to fall for you. again, he'll carve you a little apple figurine of you in bunny form. epel'll share some sweet moments of just talking as he rambles into his southern accent, like he used to do back home, but instead he's just rambling onto his crush.

IGNIHYDE is freezing! but luckily you have nice thick, fluffy wool to cover you and keep you warm. it's a refreshing change from the warm weather of other dorms, but one things the other dorms were definitely better at was their natural aspects. there was barely any outdoorsy space for you to frolic in!

idia has never considered having a garden in ignihyde, but your pleading bunny eyes and downturned ears somehow convince him. next thing you know, idia's had a small garden built for you to jump around in. he even leaves his room to watch you. when you aren't in his garden, he's sit you on his desk or lap and pet your ears as he games or something. perhaps he'll even give you some pomegranates to snack on. oops! looks like you have to stay in ignihyde just a bit longer~!

ortho is darling, really. he searches the web for how to perfectly care for you and caters to your every need. he even helps convince idia to make you that garden. he'll even take you to the gardens of night raven for you to be able to play around properly, and buy you some bunny feed. overall, good job ortho! he's a good caretaker.

DIASOMNIA is a scary place for a little bunny like yourself. oh, you thought you were being towered over in other dorms? that's funny! people are like giants here, and you haven't been this scared since octavinelle.

of course, malleus was left out of the meeting that explained that you would be passing through the dorm's care. he went to ramshackle expecting you, only to find you were at his dorm! he teleports there immediately, and smiles once he get's to hold you. he didn't think you could get any smaller! malleus was more interested in stone animals than anything, but a cute breathing bunny is fun too. especially when it's his child of man.

lillia should not be left in charge to care for you. well, at first he shouldn't. he'll play the ropes a bit and is quite rough at first. pulling your ears a bit and flicking your nose a bit too hard, but he'll suddenly flip a switch and is super gentle and sweet. nice pets, kind words, the whole kindness bundle. but then, he tries to feed you. and you're certain it was all a act to get you to trust him and for him to feed you his awful food! once you're human again, he'll wonder why you have a little grudge with him, not understanding that he's nearly killed you with his food.

silver is missing in action. not a bad caretaker or a good one. but he naturally has animals gravitate to him so he barely noticed having you hop in. once he familiarizes himself with you and realizes you're not just some woodland creature, you're his friend and his crush, he'll straighten up his act a bit and make sure you're taken care of especially. although it makes the other animals jealous, silver can't help but hold you specifically while he's sleeping. it's so sweet!

sebek is okay. he's not all that familiar with animals, but can hold his own in taking care of you. you're fed pretty nice meals but not given that much affection. his cuteness aggression might kick in, so he refrains from it. he'll also try to watch his voice, because he knows it'll hurt your ears if he's too loud.

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lineycantdance · 5 months

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For all the people clamoring for a book/movie/prequel about Haymitch's Games, why is there virtually ZERO fanart of the 2nd Quarter Quell? Young Haymitch who was canonically a baddie? Maysilee Donner, the OG owner of the Mockingjay pin whose death Katniss explicitly compares to Rue's? Where y'all at?

Suzanne dedicates 3-4 pages in ch 14 of CF to describing Haymitch's Games. We know what the arena was like, how most of the tributes died (bloodbath killed 18, volcanic eruption killed 12), we know how Haymitch outlasted 47 other tributes, we know how he won and why the Capitol was unhappy with his victory.

PLEASE the fact that the arena was designed to look picturesque and enticing but every temptation, from the flowers and fruit, to the butterflies and even the water itself, was toxic like some kind of twisted Garden of Eden???? Gotta hand it to the Gamemakers, that's so scrumptiously evil!

Also, I'm sorry to bring this back to my girlie Maysilee, but the fact that she wasn't killed by another tribute but by flamingo mutts minutes after she broke off her alliance with Haymitch and just as soon as he figured out the force field... Ohhh the Gamemakers did her so dirty!

Honestly, for a character with connections to many established characters in the trilogy, (she was Madge's aunt, Katniss's mom's best friend, AND Haymitch's ally) and who is the originator of an object which was both a testament to the intergenerational dynamics in the series and whose symbolic significance is central to the entire HG franchise, we know very little about Maysilee.

Maysilee's family ran a sweet shop, she owned a pet canary (a songbird used to detect poisonous gas in coal mines) which was bequeathed to Katniss's mother after her death, and she had a twin sister who eventually married the Mayor but suffers from chronic pain, presumably because she remains devastated by her sister's death.

These details establish Maysilee as someone distinctly of the well-off merchant class of D12, and they evoke notions of frivolity, excess, and indulgence. Arguably so does the pin which is described as a family heirloom made of solid gold in the book. And yet, these details also speak to the simple joys in life that should be luxuriated.

Katniss's mother receiving the songbird foreshadows her falling in love with Katniss's father as well as his eventual death in the coal mines. Similar to the cakes in the Mellarks' bakery that Prim so admired, sweets represent joy, beauty, and pleasure, even if rare and fleeting.

Candy as both a source of temptation and pleasure, the canary as both a melodious songbird and detector of poison, plus the fact that the 2nd QQ arena was a poisonous paradise, I feel like these dualities had to be intentional! Maysilee's weapon of choice was poisonous darts. She was both beautiful and lethal.

I would like to imagine that Maysilee had something of a rebellious streak as the original owner of the Mockingjay pin. I would like to imagine that she probably had some important things to say given that the last thing the Gamemakers did to her was rob her of her voice.

Maysilee stuck her neck out for Haymitch and rescued him from a Career tribute before their alliance was formed. I would also like to imagine that, even though she died in the arena, her legacy lives on in the little and big acts of defiance exhibited by the other characters around her.

Her spirit lives on in Katniss's mom who moved from the merchant sector to the Seam to be with Katniss's father. In Madge who brings Gale her mother's medicine after he's whipped for hunting illegally. In Haymitch who becomes a key figure in the rebellion. And obviously in Katniss who risks her life for Prim, Rue, and Peeta.

We're all familiar with the origin story of the Mockingjay as a crossbreed between the mockingbird and a Capitol muttation—the Jabberjay which was intended to gather rebel intelligence but backfired. The Mockingjay thrived outside of the Capitol's control and thus became a symbol of anti-Capitol resistance.

It's called a MOCKINGjay because it made a mockery of the Capitol's failings. Sometimes mockingbirds are called nightingales but Suzanne intentionally used the former in the portmanteau of her fictional bird species because she literally spells things out with her naming conventions!

Thus, any character who acts in defiance of the Capitol's expectations or designs is akin to a Mockingjay. It's Haymitch avoiding other tributes as much as possible and only winning by exploiting the arena's forcefield—the D1 girl's axe backfires, and she's taken out by her own weapon. It's Katniss holding out the berries and refusing to win on the Gamemakers' terms, forcing their hand to let both her and Peeta live. It's Reaper using the Capitol flag for his makeshift morgue.

It's all the tributes who gave solace, comfort, dignity, and respect to other tributes in their deaths (this happens A LOT but notice that all the D12 Victors do this). It's Thresh sparing Katniss for taking care of Rue. It's Peeta playing with the intent of helping Katniss win. It's Mags volunteering for Annie, it's Finnick resuscitating Peeta, etc. It's anyone risking their life or livelihood for someone else's sake. It's care, compassion, and even love persisting in the most brutal of circumstances.

For me, taking risks to care for others is what flies in the face of the Capitol ideology that people are inherently prone to war, violence, and destruction. This is especially true when it happens in the Games which are premised upon an "every man for himself" and "kill or be killed" mentality.

For me, taking risks to care for other people is the power of the Mockingjay symbol. It's also the meaning of the Hanging Tree song; risking everything for the chance of love and true freedom, even unto death. And that kind of hope is what rebellions are built on.

I just think that the Mockingjay pin means so much!!! I didn't even mention how, when Katniss pins it on her green shirt, she associates it with the freedom of being in the woods. It reminds her of her father whose singing voice was so beautiful that the mockingjays stopped to listen. The pin grounds her and makes her feel like she's taking a piece of home, a piece of her father into the arena.

Also, the pin is what makes Rue want to trust Katniss! For Rue, music is the one thing she can't live without, and back in D11 she sings to mockingjays to communicate that the working day is done. Katniss offers to give the pin to Rue, but Rue says she likes seeing it on Katniss better.

Also, let's not forget that the pin is a parting gift from Madge, Katniss's friend who truly cherishes her. As with the crowd who offers her the three fingered salute which she attributes to D12's respect for her father or Prim's loveableness, Katniss has difficulty recognizing that people like Madge already respect, admire, and care for her in her own right for her tenacity and bravery.

Madge is very insistent about informing Katniss that she's allowed a district token and implores her to wear the pin into the arena. This is likely a way of honoring her aunt who presumably also wore the pin as her district token. If so, then it's likely that Haymitch would have recognized the pin which may have given him an extra push to do his utmost to save Katniss because it reminded him of the girl he couldn't save.

Anyway, I feel like the intricacies of the mockingjay pin, its original owner, and its connection to the 2nd QQ are a little underappreciated. Like, this isn't even getting into the everlark parallels that write themselves... Please, Haymitch and Maysilee paved the way. They were the blueprint.

Personally, although I'm just as intrigued about the 2nd QQ as the rest of y'all, I'm fine with it being left up to the readers' imagination. There have been some great fan interpretations both in the form of fanfiction as well as the fan film by mainstay pro: https://youtu.be/7mUjssn86h4?si=PNH1rblPBp1Us5pg

I just find it kind of strange that, given how much interest there seems to be around Haymitch's Games, there isn't that much fan content, discussion, or analyses about them. Please feel free to contribute any thoughts, corrections, or reactions to this post!

#the hunger games #thg #the hunger games renaissance #thg meta #2nd quarter quell #50th hunger games #haymitch's games #mockingjay pin #haymitch abernathy #maysilee donner #maysilee donner appreciation post #it just means so much to me #but so much of this context was excised from the films lol #they completely shafted madge #thg ramble

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bookishjules · 6 months

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sizzy slut! analysis, am begging <3

the song -> "slut!"

first of all, the contents of this song in contrast to its title perfectly reflect discrepancy between the confident, somewhat promiscuous, untouchable isabelle our girl presents herself as and the softer, more romantic, and even at times insecure izzy that simon knows her to be.

additionally, "slut" is most often used with an amount of disdain and disgust by people who don't approve of the sexual habits of a woman. as a shadowhunter, any time isabelle pursues a relationship with a downworlder, she no doubt receives looks and comments that express such distaste. we don't know for sure if she was with any mundanes before simon, but there's no doubt she would have received an equal, if not worse, response. a not small reason izzy does pursue these kinds of relationships is because of the shock value, but we see how, in dating simon, it became more than just about choosing him because he was someone her father wouldn't approve of, tho that fact remains the same. it's very much in line with the idea of this love and this relationship being hidden beneath a label given by people who don't understand the half of it.

now, for the lyrics themselves..

Flamingo pink, Sunrise Boulevard Clink, clink, being this young is art

these lines are giving so much personality in the casually unapologetic way that isabelle goes about life. and the "clink, clink" line, especially given its position at the beginning of the song, makes me think of magnus's party in cob. just vibes all around. dancing and probably kissing and accidentally being turned into an actual rat? art.

Aquamarine, moonlit swimmin' pool

the first line here uses two words that call to other sizzy-coded taylor songs. "moonlit" -> glitch's "blood moonlit" and "swimming pool" -> paper rings' "icy outdoor pool." there's this idea here of jumping in no matter the consequences, of seeking each other out in the night, which they do on multiple occasions. and of course, there's simon's nocturnal nature as a vampire. when you think of swimming, too, there's this idea of weightlessness, that's tied by the time or season to privacy as well. i've always seen simon and isabelle as being these very buoying sources in each other's lives. and maybe that's just relationships in general, but we see this recurring theme of them being the only ones who can talk to the other in hard moments. it's in cog after max dies, and in lbotw much later on. this, of course, ties into the next line.

What if all I need is you?

there are so many ways this question can be asked. introspective, accusatory, pleading, fearful.. it makes me think of the thoughts that must have been going through izzy's mind before she showed up at simon and jordan's apartment in cols, of the conversations simon has with himself when he's trying to figure out if he loves her (both in tmi and tfsa). with the push-and-pull nature of their relationship, with izzy's fears and simon's inexperience.. there's no way this question, or similar ones, didn't often filter through their heads.

Got love-struck, went straight to my head

if we take this to indicate a level of overconfidence, it fits well with simon in cofa, thinking he could continuously date two girls in the same friend group. it could also be something like the dizziness of a headrush, or like the high after drinking someone's blood, or having your own blood drunk? especially if you're attracted to that someone.. which of course calls straight to cols. there's also the idea of love going to someone's head in a spiraling about said love feelings way and/or taking them to Rational Jail, where they will be dissected. the way izzy does this push-and-pull with simon throughout the series is really an outward representation of what's going on in her head, as she starts to have these feelings and then tries to find someway around that weakness by sending them to her head rather than being confident with her heart.

Got lovesick all over my bed

again we have this image of izzy coming to terms with her feels for simon. i imagine her laying in bed wishing he was there and wanting to throw up because who is she?? and the first time she does reach out for him and tell him to come to her while she's in bed, she's drunk, which can, of course, lead to sickness (honestly i wouldn't be surprised if she actually did throw up some time between leaving simon's apartment and him arriving at magnus's, considering how much she'd drunk and how quickly)

Love to think you’ll never forget Handprints in wet cement

there's something so new and fresh and tentative about the metaphorical handprints being in wet cement, rather than cement that has already dried to form their shape. there's the possibility that someone will come and screw it up, that they won't be able to hold onto this time together. izzy herself is unforgettable; she's a force of nature. simon, on the other hand, may very well believe himself to be so, and i bet izzy wanted him to be forgettable after she found out about him and maia. but he wasn't. even so, as they press their palms into the wet cement, they know there's a waiting period, this "are we permanent?" question that perpetuates.

Adorned with smoke on my clothes Lovelorn and nobody knows

i imagine this as isabelle attending simon's shows, watching from the shadows, the smoke from other people's cigarettes getting on her, and she's just looking at him, a total goner. but no one there is gonna notice--she's too good at hiding her more vulnerable side for that. this could work in the cofa era, but also post-edom, when she may have gone to his concerts just to see him.

Love thorns all over this rose I'll pay the price, you won't

calling back what i said about the title, this could be referencing the idea that izzy is gonna be the one looked at negatively for dating simon, rather than the other way around, though simon does receive plenty of teasing for having so much love for his shadowhunters. i think more likely is the internal struggle i've mentioned before. there are love thorns that have grown around isabelle's rose.. because of her history with love, because of her parents.. and i think to a certain extent, she feels it would be a bigger price for her to pursue simon than the other way around. it hurts to hold her heart out to him in a way simon himself is unfamiliar with.

But if I’m all dressed up They might as well be lookin' at us

this line is so isabelle. just, like, the essence of her. she's always dressed up, and she has no problem with being the center of attention. so of course she'll be confident and proud and let people see her and simon together, even when she's not wholly sure of where her heart lies.

And if they call me a slut You know it might be worth it for once

see my initial rant about the title. i do think there's a little more here too, though, with the "might be worth it." might be worth izzy giving her heart up for realsies. might be worth taking their time.

And if I'm gonna be drunk Might as well be drunk in love

the fact that two very big moments in sizzy's relationship happened while one of them was drunk just makes this line that much sweeter. izzy drinking too much because she's coming to the realization that she really really likes simon, that night ending with them sleeping in the same bed together for the first time, and then simon calling up to isabelle while intoxicated and telling her he loves her for the first time. so it's not just drunk in love, but drunk and in love.

Send the code, he's waitin' there The sticks and stones they throw froze mid-air

as i said before, there's a recurring set up with sizzy where one comes to the other's aid or comfort, where they just know what the other needs. it's this idea of understanding the code the other is sending. beyond that, though, there's also something like a code in the name of simon's band in the epilogue of cohf. i just think of izzy looking down at the flyer, reading "the mortal instruments," then looking up at magnus, and then across the way, where simon is waiting in front of his school.. and the sense of hope and relief and anticipation that would have come over her. and maybe it's more prescriptive, but i do think there's a level of time-stoppage in those moments, of being careful where to step or else everything will come crashing down and she'll be left with the heart-breaking force of the previous six months slamming into her once again.

Everyone wants him, that was my crime The wrong place at the right time

yes, we can relate this to maia wanting simon as well in cofa, but i think it would be remiss not to mention the amount of people who want him for other reasons--raphael, camille, maureen, etc.--a vampire, a daylighter, bearer of the mark of cain.. immortal. asmodeus wanted his immortality. and simon gave it and his memories. i think when considering this a "crime," it would have been, to izzy, a crime against her herself, against her image, an infiltration of the walls she's built up. she put her heart on the line, put her faith in simon, not once, but twice--something she would chide herself for when the smoke cleared after edom

And I break down, then he's pullin' me in In a world of boys, he's a gentleman

it's the way simon can tell when she's breaking down, knows to be there for her when others would have just let her seclude herself or bear whatever weight silently. and he might have been a boy when they started off, but he also has a lot of gentlemanly qualities. he respects izzy. he appreciates her. he thinks she's beautiful in a way that goes deeper than the curves of her body. and izzy has dated enough boys to know the way simon sees her, the way he treats her, is something special.

Got love-struck, went straight to my head (Straight to my head) Got lovesick all over my bed (Over my bed) Love to think you’ll never forget We’ll pay the price, I guess

i know this is mostly a repeated line, but i want to reframe it in the context of simon actually losing his memories. the resignation in "i guess," and the recognition that they're both paying the price. simon has to forget. and izzy has to remember. and this time when izzy is love-struck, it's a headache, a pain that would leave her caught up in memories and what-ifs. and then the sickness comes. for simon, it's the absence of these memories that leaves him spinning. why does he feel the spot where love should be without knowing what it should be filled with?

Half asleep Takin’ your time in the tangerine Neon light, this is luxury

this makes me think a lot of their first time in angels twice descending when they have the whole night to just be with each other. there isn't a war going on, no danger right around the corner. they've fallen together again and they can finally take the time to appreciate that. it's a luxury, because it's something, during those first six months after edom, izzy would have thought was something they would never get to experience together at all. if we wind it back a bit, this also makes me think of the nights in magnus's apartment, when taking their time meant more.. in the grand scheme of their relationship. they were falling back into step still, after the fallout of cofa, and it was a luxury just to spend the night wrapped in each other's arms.

You're not sayin' you're in love with me But you're goin' to

because of the time sizzy did take to get on their feet as a bona fide couple, and because of izzy's realtionship with love, these words hold.. a lot of weight. there's a sense of expectancy here, an understanding from simon that isabelle is in love with him even though she can't quite say it yet. but there's also something cheeky about it, like izzy knows it's only a matter of time before simon says he's in love with her, because how couldn't be be?

Half awake Takin' your chance, it's a big mistake I said, "It might blow up in your pretty face" I'm not sayin', "Do it anyway" (Do it anyway) But you're going to

i can see isabelle having a conversation like this with herself. it's a mistake to keep hanging out with simon because she can feel him sneaking under her defenses. but that's not going to stop her. but there's also "you're a heartbreaker, isabelle lightwood." simon knows he's taking a risk by giving his whole heart to izzy. he's been told multiple times she would walk all over him or that she would break his heart, but again, he doesn't let that stop him. because he does love her. consequences be damned

#you asked for it ;)#sizzy #slut!#lyric analysis #becca 😎#asks #simon lewis #isabelle lightwood #tmi #tsc #taylor swift #1989 tv

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r0ttingsystems-intros · 9 months

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Grian (🐈‍⬛⭐🦜🐾)(woohoo first intro) frequent frontier

age : 4-14 (mainly around 4-7)

gender : : afab transmasc/transneutral

sexuality : gay(or abro idfk)

+ + relationship : :TKN <3 by no one, I'm unlovable

pronouns !!! : He/it/paw/star

role : : host , core, trauma holder, technically split introject/'IRL', + more I think

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likes : my girlfriend (she left me haha), my dad aka flamingo aka Albert :3( I miss my dad, he left me, (also in @bunnysiren s system I love him s much cries ) what me

dislikes : : WGEN GRIAN FUVKIN MC POSTS ANGST

music taste : yippie! (first playlist my boyfriend made me omgomgomg), :P

+ + height innerworld !!! : 4' -5'1

Source(s) : grian ( hermitcraft, life smp, yhs, evo, a bit cc) , Randy V Jade (dialtown), Jschlatt/glatt (DSMP & SCU), Red guy (DHMIS), Mr Mistoffelees (cats 1998), Ink!sans (Undertale AU), Papyrus (Undertale), Jane doe (ride the cyclonesys), Noel (ride the cyclone), Cub (hermitcraft AK_TASTIC AU), Fresh!sans (mama CQ AU/ Undertale AU), Mr loverman (songtive), Blitzø (hellava boss), Slimecicle (DSMP & SCU), Remus/duke (Sander Sides), Logan (Sander Sides), David (camp camp), SPORTSY (dsaf), friend (dsmp),Lee Hoon/hooni (suicide boy)(+maybe more oh god)

Funfact : : I am currently (and for the foreseeable future) frontstuck (I can't leave front but others can leave and go), I have 4 insys kids, 5(?) Insys brothers and 1 brother who's in our partner system

Faceclame :

#osdd did #osdd alter #alter intro #osdd community #osdd system #osdd 1b #grian #grian alter #hermitcraft #life smp #scarian #last life #double life #yhs grian #randy jade #dialtown #i know i have too many sources

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is-the-post-reliable · 7 months

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Hi, I love your blog! Thanks for keeping us all a little bit safer and more grounded online <3

While scrolling I noticed that the third source on your flamingo post (reliable) wasn't hyperlinked/linked? Feel free to ignore this, I don't want to come across nitpicky or pushy!

Hope you have a great day.

hi, thank you! and don't worry, I appreciate this kind of thing being pointed out. Unfortunately since it's been a while since I fact checked this, I can't remember what the source was. Hopefully with my new way of formatting sources, if I miss a link it will be easier to find later. I'll have a look and see if I can find the source :)

#ask #timeline-maker #appreciate you for this!!#not a fact check

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taranodongirl · 5 months

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Ideas for my own Pokemon x Twisted Wonderland fanfic Part 3

Wild Pokemon that Appear in Twisted Wonderland Part 2

Oddish that evolves into a Gloom and Vileplume: An Oddish that appeared in Pomfior’s herb garden and took a liking to Vil, but when it evolved into Gloom Vil became conflicted between his bond with the little poison bud and how it’s new and stinky form could hurt his image. When Alexia explained that Gloom can evolve into a Belossom, Vil tried to convince it to evolve into that. This made Epel lose his patience with Vil and decided to take Gloom and move into Ramshackle, which made Vil question himself and grow depressed. After his overblot Vil apologized and admitted that he didn’t care about Gloom’s new form and that he needs to ease up on his obsession with image. Alexia agreed to let Gloom come back, but only if Vil agreed that Epel can talk the way he wants, and to neglect his beauty routine for each day that Epel and Oddish lived with her.

Misery the Misdrievious: A wild and sneaky Misdrievious that appeared in TWST and likes feeding on the misery of the students. She was temporarily partnered with Vil after Epel and Oddish left Pomfior and took advantage of his insecurity as a food source. She later ditched him mid-show to make Vil even more upset and made his overblot worse. Misery later overblotted due to her addiction of eating the overblots misery and was defeated by Alexia. She was taken to a Pokemon rehab.

Meltan and Melmetal: A minor filler villain thats more of a pest problem than an actual villain. One day an Ultra wormhole sent a bunch of meltan into NRC where they began to cause some mischief with their love of eating metal. They were first found by Ortho, who wanted to keep them as pets (it was kinda like in FMA when Alphonse wanted those cats), but when Idia found them eating his tech and little brother’s arm, the school freaked out and tried to exterminate them, which caused one of them to evolve into Melmetal in self defense. Alexia and Ortho were able to defeat Melmetal and helped it along with most of the Meltan return through the Ultra Wormhole, but one of the Meltan stayed behind and became Ortho’s first Pokemon, much to Idia’s dismay. Ortho named it Tinker and feeds it scrap metal and pokemon food.

Pollywag twins: The students find a pair of Pokemon eggs which go into the care of Alexia’s Crogunk Belladonna. They hatch after a few chapters, eventually evolve into poliwhirl, and then one evolves into Polywrath and the other evolves into Polytoad.

Doduo: a wild pokemon that ended up with the flamingos and became Cater’s first Pokemon. I don’t know why I chose this, it was just the first pokemon that came to mind when I was trying to think of what Pokemon the Heartslabyul boys would get and for some reason it just seemed to fit Cater.

Carnivine: A wild Carnivine that suddenly appears in the rose garden and acts as a mini boss. It mistook the hedgehogs for food and Alexia had to go into his mouth and save them.

Bongo the Bonsly: Jack’s first Pokemon. I chose a Bonsly because everyone else is already thinking of giving him a cactus pokemon and I didn’t want to copy them, but I still wanted to give him a pokemon that was at least somewhat related to his cactus hobby and that was when I remembered Bonsly! It’s a rock type pokemon that looks like a plant type and doesn’t like getting wet, I can totally see Jack making that mistake and watering Bongo but since he is so used to watering cacti he doesn’t put enough water on Bongo to hurt it but it still makes it uncomfortable. Bongo’s name is a reference to Bongo the Bear from the Disney film ‘Fun and Fancy Free’

Bullseye the Tauros (might change name): a wild Tauros that appeared at Epel’s hometown and was a mini boss before becoming Epel’s first pokemon. It’s first impression didn’t go well, Bullseye was suffering from a toothache and was running himself into the apple trees in an attempt to knock it loose and this caused the townspeople to mistake him for a mad bull that escaped from somewhere but when Epel saw the Tauros’s three tails, he suspected he could be a monster or a pokemon and called Alexia who confirmed it was a pokemon and that it’s behavior was either a result of confusion or pain. Epel having grown up on a farm and as a member of the equestrian club, realized what Tauros was trying to do and attempted to wrestle it to the ground and help it. Now Tauros stays at Epel’s house and helps the town by pulling carts and knocking apples out of trees.

Furret and Tepig: Cheka’s first Pokemon and a reference to Timone and Pumbaa

Beedrill: a swarm of beedrill that appear in scarabia and were defeated by Kalim’s oasis maker spell because they don’t like flying in rain. Jamil was in constant terror that day.

Ribbon-Bee the Ribombee: a wild Pokemon that appears in Twisted Wonderland and meets Kalim due to circumstances involving outside sports causing Kalim’s turban to fall off and Ribombee getting tangled up in the accessories. Kalim thought it was a kind of fairy and when he asked for its name, he mistook it for Ribbon-Bee due to the sounds it makes and and the name stuck ever since. In fact it became a kinda inside joke because Ribombee look a bit like bees and Kalim gave it ribbons to wear. Due to its special ability to synchronize its heart with others, Ribbon-Bee became a huge help to Kalim as he has difficulty understanding people. Like Mina’s Ribombee in the anime, Ribbon-Bee is able to make Kalim sense what it feels and uses this to help Kalim understand the feelings of others.

Muk: A wild Muk that appears as a mini boss in Pomfiore. At first it remained hidden due to all the perfumes in the dorm, but it’s stench soon became so strong it overpowered the perfume and its pressure was causing the plants to die. In response to this Vil and the dorm evacuated to get it fumigated and had to stay at Savannaclaw until it was done. At first they thought Ruggie’s Trubbish Nuka (who was visiting) was the cause but since Trubbish smell less bad the friendlier they get and it’s been so happy ever since moving into Ruggie’s hometown, it’s bad smell is almost completely gone, and Alexia pointed out that Trubbish can’t cause the same environmental damage that was happening in Pomfiore. While the dorm was being fumigated by Vargas, Sam, and Crowley, they were attacked by Muk and had to call the students for help. Muk was defeated by Nuka, Vil’s Vileplume, and Alexia’s Crogunk Belladonna.

#twisted wonderland #twst x pokemon #pokemon #twst pokemon #twisted wonderland x pokemon #fanfiction #fanfic ideas

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hundredsofsmallbirds · 3 days

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tangerine and mustard and flamingo

... i should probably say this is for the ask game and not code for something XD

heres the link if you need it <3 https://www.tumblr.com/hundredsofsmallbirds/748686453983330304?source=share

love you dude!!

love you too bud!!! i should absolutely be studied. i deserve it

#weird horse.exe #okay to reblog

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lostmyremembrall · 2 years

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𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐨'𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷

Tom Riddle x Fem! OC Genre: Romance, Friendship, Mystery

Summary: Genevieve Moreau Kai is in her final year at Hogwarts. When she, a muggleborn, is chosen Head along with a certain prodigy from her orphanage, how will she leave her mark on Hogwarts? How will she change Tom Marvolo Riddle forever when a fated curse binds them together?

Warning: None except some wholesome friendship. Tom Riddle will make an appearance in the next chapter. Photos aren't mine.

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐨'𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

“Genevieve Moreau Kai!”

Genevieve’s eyes brightened up as she recognised the familiar voice. Oh how much she’s missed him over the 3 long months of summer. She turned around with a smile on her face. She searched for the source of the voice in the swarm of different coloured heads. She soon spotted a long arm waving at her above his signature platinum blond hair. He was closer to where she had come from, by the brick wall that led to the muggle platforms of King’s Cross. Against the tide of underclass students hurrying to board the train, she manoeuvred her way back to Abraxas Malfoy.

“How was the Alps? I hope you took pict-...” Genevieve trailed off as she slowed down. She was about to reach to hug him when she noticed, her eyes narrowing incredulously. “Have you-,” she looked up and down at the slender boy in his silk navy suit. “Have you grown taller?” Genevieve knew that was an understatement. He was definitely not the boy she remembered from a few months ago. Abraxas Malfoy, at least in her memory, was and has always been shorter than her. He always wore a dimple on his right cheek and smiled bashfully up at her. There was a hint of innocent boyhood as he often sported suspenders with shorts. This Abraxas that stood in front of her, however, has grown more than a few inches above her. It seemed like he lost a bit of weight as well seeing his pronounced jawline.

“Yeah I did,” Abraxas smiled down, yes, down, at her. But there was still that bashful smile, Genevieve noticed with fondness.

“Here,” Abraxas, always being the gentleman that he was, took on her single leather suitcase.

“Thanks,” Genevieve beamed up at him. She still had to get used to that height difference. “So, how was the Alps?”

“Oh loads of fun.” Abraxas widened his eyes. It must have been really fun then. “You should join us next summer.” Genevieve absentmindedly nodded, pondering whether a ski set, nay, a single useless snow blade was something that she would be able to afford. She mused whether she would be able to ski down a hill on her right leg like a speeding flamingo.

“And I did take pictures. I’ll show you guys in the tram.” Abraxas casually held out his hand for her as she climbed onto the train. He shook his head when she thanked him.

“How’s your family?” Genevieve peered into compartments to look for the other Slytherins as she made her way down the hall, briefly standing to the side to let the giggling excited second years pass in the narrow corridor.

“Ah, the same old. Quite pleased about a new house they bought in New York City.” Abraxas nodded at the empty compartment on his left. “Let’s take this one. They’re always late anyway.”

Genevieve and Abraxas shuffled in. As always, the compartment looked too large for how thin the locomotive looked from the outside. She always suspected they were enlarged with magic.

‘I wonder if they’ve visited anywhere near where “Saboteur” was shot,’ Genevieve thought back to the film that featured the city that never sleeps, which she saw a few years back in the cinema. She realised she didn’t know much about the foreign land of New York City except what was featured in the Hollywood glamour. Genevieve settled down by the window and flattened her skirt as she watched Abraxas store away her luggage easily above her head. She mumbled her thanks.

“You know Genevieve,” Abraxas shook his head, and even from below she was able to see the exasperated look he fashioned on his raised brows. Abraxas sat himself across from her. “You don’t have to thank me every time. I’m simply doing what every man should be doing for a graceful mademoiselle like you.” Genevieve hoped she hid her faint surprise as she blinked a few times. She was definitely not used to this after spending three months at the orphanage. Had it been a stranger, they would have interpreted Abraxas’ comment as a snarky Slytherin sarcasm. But she knew that Abraxas meant every word, as always. It was just Abraxas being Abraxas: extremely polite. Maybe it was the French in him.

“A drama queen, as always,” she mumbled, stealing a glance at Abraxas almost as if to check if she’s offended him.

“Ah, now there’s the Genevieve we all know and love,” Abraxas beamed and chuckled. But, soon the chuckle faded from his playful lips, tilting his head. “It always made me curious how you seem a lot more quiet when we come back from summer. You’re like a completely different person.”

Well, how could she answer that question? Oh you know, it’s just a side effect of living in a cramped orphanage where you are always hungry and cold. No, Abraxas, an aristocrat, would never understand.

She was just about to joke ‘it’s the London air’ when Canopus Lestrange and Alphard Black bursted in through the sliding doors.

“There you two are!” Canopus huffed in frustration as he shuffled in, struggling and quite frankly, failing to fit his large suitcase through the door without banging it everywhere. “You just had to sit at the very end of the train, huh,” he growled.

“Late as always, Lestrange?” Genevieve smirked. She thought she did a rather good job of switching from a sombre topic. She saw Abraxas lean out of the way of Lestrange throwing his expensive yet tattered suitcase above him.

Genevieve did not miss Abraxas mumble darkly, “Wouldn’t have expected anything better in our last year.”

“Fashionably late, Kai,” Canopus imitated Genevieve and winked down at her. Abraxas turned away to roll his eyes. “There’s a difference.”

“I rather think that’s very Slytherin of us,” Alphard joined in with a smug look.

“Gotta stay on brand even for our last year.”

For the rest of the trip to Hogwarts, they chatted and laughed. Abraxas showed them several of his moving photos on their trip across the European Alps. His perfect white teeth shone brightly as he and other wizards, presumably his cousins, smiled at the camera and waved their ski poles in the air. Behind them, the steep snowy mountains reflected the sun.

When they had gotten up to get off at Hogsmeade, all holding their respective jackets and suitcases, Genevieve was certain she heard Canopus mumble, “hang on, did you grow?”

Abraxas was now definitely an inch taller than Canopus. When Abraxas nodded silently, not making a fuss about it, Canopus exaggeratedly narrowed his eyes, looking up and down at him.

“How dare you,” he hissed.

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“I say,” Genevieve raised her head at Canopus. Canoups was eyeing at the mess in her hands. With their belly full of butterbeer and pudding, they lay in front of the fireplace back in the Slytherin common room, waiting until their stomachs were done digesting.

“I say we’re a bad influence on you, Gev.” Genevieve looked down at the sweater assignment she was attempting on her lap. The knitting needles, for some reason, 5 of them, were jabbed into the sweater. The sweater had missed stitches all over that resulted in holes, taking a resemblance of mouldy swiss cheese. The needles were twitching and trembling pathetically like it lost its will to live on.

Genevieve was absolutely disheartened, nay, disgusted to learn that Housekeeping was a mandatory class for 7th year girls. Even more disgusted, when she found out that she had to complete a sweater and a scarf over the summer. “It’s just a flick of the wand,” Professor Poltish said. “It’ll only take a few hours,” she said. If only she knew about Genevieve’s abysmal excuse for housekeeping skills.

She was so disgusted that, in fact, she continued to complain about it throughout last semester whenever she found a chance or a person willing to listen to her. “They don’t expect anything better from us other than to get married, have kids, and to become a housekeeping servant,” she always concluded bitterly. “But they’re all important and useful skills to have as an adult,” just once, Alphard timidly braved the terrifying glare Genevieve was shooting at the back of the Professor Poltish’s head who happened to be walking a few metres in front of them. He flinched when the glare was redirected to him as she responded coolly, “I don’t see you taking the class.” Alphard’s response was a sturgeon expression with a nod of ‘point taken’.

And here she was. Technically the last night of summer break before the classes began, with only a mouldy swiss cheese and a cat hairball called an attempt at a scarf to show for it. Genevieve raised her brows, shrugging, “Better than my last one.”

“This, is better?” Canopus swerved his hands as if to point out, ‘whatever this is.’

Genevieve scowled. If Canopus wasn’t so irritatingly loveable, she fancied the idea of shoving the sweater down his throat. “I’d like to see you try.” She huffed, picturing Canopus coughing up the sweater. “You wouldn’t be able to cough up anything better had I turned you into a cat,” she added.

Al hollered, and dug into his sketchbook after fiercely dipping his quill in the ink pot. Canopus’ ears turned pink and crossed his arms in a huff. “Well good thing I won’t be needing a husband.”

Genevieve rolled her eyes at Canopus. “I’ll be finding my own way of making a living, thank you very much.”

Canopus’ jaw dropped, perhaps more so than when he found out he had somehow passed the OWL last year. “You’re joking.”

Genevieve paused and stared at Canopus incredulously. At this point, Canopus had known her for 4 long years. Surely he didn’t perceive her to be a housewife material. “No Canopus, you have to be joking.”

“Honestly Les, did you expect her to be the marrying type?” Abraxas chuckled and shook his head in disbelief. Genevieve agreed.

“But-... Sure, I mean, but-,” Canopus seemed to be struggling with the plausibility of the idea. Canopus shot her a pitying look that screamed ‘you do realise how difficult your life will be.’ But in the end, he wisely chose not to comment on her decision and instead said, “Well… don’t forget to come to me if you need anything.” Genevieve understood that by ‘anything,’ Canopus really meant any political or financial support that any unmarried woman would struggle with, rather than, say emotional support. Genevieve had to admit empathy was not the strongest suit of the eldest Lestrange.

“Thanks,” Genevieve smiled. “I’d like to think I’m an excellent juggler, enough to support myself.” Al’s laughter echoed through the common room. Genevieve also had to keep herself from bursting into laughter at an image of herself as a street performer. There goes seven years of top notch education at Hogwarts down the drain… Genevieve absentmindedly waved back at Druella Rosier who just walked by and smiled at her. But perhaps, she was more interested in the casual wink Canopus had thrown her way. She giggled and walked away.

“Yeah good luck with that,” the said sybarite rolled his eyes and threw her a snake embroidered couch cushion that he was toying with. Before she had enough time to prepare for the attack, still curious whether there might be new developments between the girl and Canopus, Genevieve was hit in the back with the cushion.

“There!” Al’s hands zoomed into her view as the cushion dropped on her lap. He was holding out his sketchbook that she had given him as his birthday present last year, showing a sketch of a cat coughing up her poor excuse of a sweater. The cat comically resembled Canopus with his curly black hair and teasing set of eyes, but came with a set of whiskers and a tail. Alphard looked extremely proud showing his sketch.

Genevieve cackled, “Yes! Yes, this is exactly what I was picturing!”

“I can make that even better,” from the corner of her eyes she spotted Abraxas pull out his wand from the inner pocket of his Slytherin blazer. He swished the wand at the page, his eyes twinkling. The sketched cat came to life, complete with the sound effect that resembled a house elf wheezing. Genevieve glanced at Canopus, who was trying his absolute best to keep a scorn, but failed as his lips quirked upwards.

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“Last year, huh…” Abraxas breathed out.

Genevieve raised her head from her upcoming Potions’ textbook to crane her neck up at Abraxas who was surveying the high ceilings of the Slytherin common room with a fond expression. It was past midnight and the excited conversations of students had long died down. Canopus and Alphard had gone off to the kitchen to smuggle some late night snacks a while ago and without them, the common room was left to polite late night murmurs and whispers of few students who were still awake. Genevieve had slid down onto the floor from her initial position on the couch. The embroidered cushion Canopus had thrown at her earlier was placed between her back and the foot of the couch. The green fire in front of them flickered and shadow danced side to side on Abraxas’ face. With the lighting, the Slytherin common room had the effect of making nearly everyone look like a ghost.

“You sure you aren’t gonna cry?” Genevieve smirked. She was, of course, referring to the very reason they became friends in their first year when she found Abraxas Malfoy, a small blond rich boy, crying alone in the corner of the Slytherin common room on their first night at Hogwarts. It was after everyone had gone to sleep and after the excitement of the great feast, typically when realisation of being away from home set in with the silence.

She still remembered it like it was yesterday. She was about to ignore the boy and continue with her first midnight exploration around the castle, when the quiet sob stopped in her tracks. She was curious enough to U-turn and slowly sit next to him. Abraxas told her about how this never happened and that he was ‘just a tad bit homesick’. Genevieve, having grown up in an orphanage, couldn’t understand how he could miss home, but she did understand that he was embarrassed about crying in front of a girl. Genevieve explained to him how she’s never felt this full, this warm and comfortable, and this excited. Sure, it was a new place, but it was now up to her to make Hogwarts into whatever she wanted it to be. Abraxas sobbed even more when she talked about how happy she was to be at Hogwarts. Sensing she’s done it all wrong, she instead asked him what he missed from his home. He talked about his pet, a white ferret named Draco and how he loved him even if the deviant ferret destroyed and left a bite mark on every one of his possessions. And once he got started, he couldn’t stop talking. He talked about his silk bed sheets, cookies and warm milk that the servant brought to him every night, and zooming across the rivers, apple orchards, and sheep farms that they owned on his favourite broomstick. Genevieve shook her head in disbelief; she’s never met such a spoiled boy. She’s heard about rich kids in movies, but she didn’t expect their lives to be this elegant.

“You’re gonna have something better than all of those combined,” Genevieve remembered those words verbatim. Abraxas raised his tear-stained, puffy eyes at her questioningly. “Friends like me,” Genevieve said. She didn’t even smile back then. Genevieve cringed at how cold hearted she seemed. But then again, she was an awkward kid never good at first impressions, so this was probably the best she could have done back then.

“Now, are you coming with me to explore this castle?” Abraxas wiped his tears away on his beautifully embroidered handkerchief that was stored inside his inner pocket, and blinked a few times staring at Genevieve’s outstretched hand.

He nodded, and took her hand, involuntarily sealing the future of their friendship, along with the other Slytherins like Canopus Lestrange and Alphard Avery.

“You are never going to let me forget, are you?” Abraxas narrowed his eyes at her teasing remark.

“As long as the fact remains that that’s how we became friends, no.” His eyes softened as soon as she replied with a grin.

But, as soon as the soft smile appeared on his lips, it disappeared. A cloud of worry seemed to cast a shadow over his face and his eyes carefully observed her features.

His brows furrowed and asked in a hushed voice. “Are you doing okay?” Of course, he was talking about the attacks against the muggleborns that were becoming more frequent as Grindelwald’s war continued.

“Of course,” her voice came out more hoarse and high-pitched than she’d have liked. But she smiled nonetheless. “The channel separates us from the continent,” she stated the obvious. Thank God, she was born on an island, or else, the war would have spread further and sooner. But deep in her heart, she knew that it wasn’t really Grindelwald and his continental men that she was worried about. She thought she sensed something different when she walked into the Great Hall that night. Perhaps there was no such thing as geographical borders when it came to a war of philosophies. No, not even the English channel could protect them from elitist ideologies. Last year’s attacks were a cruel evidence to that fact when the half-giant kid went on a killing spree of muggleborns. Last year, it seemed like he was the only pureblood suprematist, crazy enough to resolve to violence. But, only after three short months, the air had taken on even more tension between the students, the professors, everyone; as if the ideological sickness never left with Rubeus Hagrid, but even spread and took a deeper root within the school. She had a feeling that Hogwarts was not quite going to be the same home she’s always found it to be: not for the next school year, hell, maybe even for decades to come.

Afraid that Abraxas could easily read her concern, she pretended that she was suddenly interested in the giant squid that passed by the high ceiling window and turned her head away. Abraxas didn’t question her anymore. In truth, he probably knew exactly what was going on in her mind since the worry never left his eyes. But, he simply nodded.

She thought for a second that maybe he was about to place his large but soft hand on her shoulder. It seemed like his right hand stirred towards her, but perhaps she was imagining it. Instead, his hand reached in the opposite direction and reached for the now salvaged sweater that had been knitting itself on the couch opposite to him.

“I think this is done,” Abraxas quietly mumbled and handed her the sweater.

“Wow,” Genevieve delicately took the sweater in her two hands. “This looks like it was made by a professional, Abraxas.” Thank God she found that her best friend was unexpectedly, not only talented with, but enjoyed housework. “You’re truly a lifesaver!”

Abraxas only sheepishly smiled.

A/N: This was my first fanfic written in middle school, published under the same name by PumpkinPie1926 on fanfiction.net. But, based on how cringe-worthy the writing/characterisation/the plot was, I decided to give it a massive re-do. The characters and the main plot arc remain the same, but I can finally say that I genuinely like both Genevieve and Tom, now that they are more aligned with my values/moral code. As always, thanks for reading! Much thought went into Genevieve's last name. The lack of representation is horrid in the original Harry Potter, and it's so upsetting when you can't really picture yourself in the Harry Potter universe unless you're white/British (even if it's getting better with Fantastic Beasts). In my mind, Genevieve is half Japanese and half European (Brit/French), just out of respect for my original character who was white as a paper. But, I chose the name Kai (甲斐) for its most ethnically ambiguous last name I could find in Japanese. My hope is that you can insert whatever appearance/ethnicity you'd like to picture in her 🙂

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turnstileskyline · 2 years

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hello all!! today (aug. 17 2022) is what would have been richard hunt’s 71st birthday. if you know me, you’ve probably seen this post before where i gave a brief rundown on hunt and his contributions to the muppets. rather than go on another rambly post about him, i wanted to recommend jessica max stein’s website. jessica max stein has been a biographer of hunt for over a decade now and is in the process of publishing her full length biography of him (which comes out next year!!!), so if you want to read more about him, she is the source to go to !

however, what i am going to do is link some of my personal favorite clips of performances of his.

here is his last performance as elmo – be prepared for the weirdness of hearing elmo with a deeper voice.

here is scooter’s official introduction in the muppet show.

“fifty ways to leave your lover” by simon & garfunkel by janice and floyd performed by hunt and jerry nelson.

heres him going needlessly hard as placido flamingo

compilation of beaker clips (#3 and #1 have beaker performed by steve whitmire since they followed hunt’s passing, but they still make me chuckle)

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scopostims · 2 years

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[ID: 3 gifs of someone playing with hot pink and orange slime with flamingo confetti and circle-shaped confetti on top, that's inside a clear container. In the first gif, they tilt the container back and forth. In the second, they push their fingers down into the slime, squishing it down. In the third, they pull some slime up and push it back down. End ID]

🦩 Flamingo lagoon slime by blushingbb_slimes (source) 🦩

made by me, credit if you use :•]

#stimmy #stim gifs #visual stim #slime stim #slime #pink slime #pink stim #pink #cw hands #flamingos #stimblr #i just. really like flamingos <3 #scopo gifs

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introjected-confession · 2 years

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(apologizing in advance for the rant)

as a Factive of a Roblox YouTuber from 2018-2019 I have never met a sourcemate and i HATE it

and even if i DID meet a sourcemate, I have source memories of dating one of my male friends that possible other sourcemates OR he himself probably wouldn't have which would probably be super weird for them

I love it here ✌️ /s

- Albert/Flamingo introject 🦩

(pro)endos DNI! <3

#-Albert/Flamingo introject 🦩#introject #factive #fictive #endos dni #anti endo #blue skies : confession #did #introject confession #introject culture #osdd

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chordsykat · 1 year

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OC ask meme! For Caj, 3 16 20 for Nita 34 3 40 for Cherry 29 23 20 (thats a lot, sorry XD)

Oooo! Let's do this! I answered 40 for Nita, here. As for the others...

3: How easy to annoy is your oc? Do they have common pet-peeves or are they stoic in response to everything? What is their reaction if the source doesn’t stop?

Nita - She's patient to a fault -- to her own detriment. Really really. She'll let you annoy her long after it's pushed her to her breaking point. You'll see some of this at play in Dethkomic very soon. Nita's got a problem with boundaries, but slowly and surely, she works it out. Unfortunately until she does... she's likely to just let it keep going even after other people are beginning to find it obnoxious.

Caj - Also has a lot of patience, but she'll let you know when you're getting on her nerves. The only thing that really truly bothers her (except Skwisgaar) is inaction when action is clearly warranted. Caj is the wind element of the bunch. If she's not moving, she dies. Or, moreover, she takes matters into her own hands.

16 (Caj): If your oc could only eat one thing for the rest of their life (while miraculously not suffering from malnutrition), what would it be? Does this match their favourite food?

Caj is on record as saying chocolate is the only addiction she hasn't been to rehab for. On tour, she is well-known for hitting up restaurants and asking for the dessert list up front -- proceeding to order the most decandent chocolate *whatever* on the menu. There are some exceptions (she doesn't consider American chocolate to be real food) but her sweet tooth is as legendary as her music.

20: Does your oc have any pleasure that embarrasses them so they keep it secret? Or are they open about all the things they enjoy?

Caj - Probably knows more about the characters and worlds that inhabit her kids' favorite shows and books than they do. Following the timeline of when my stories *actually* happened, Caj would probably be a brony. If they'd happened today, she'd unironically enjoy Bluey and Blippi. I'm not sure how out she'd be about these things, but I'm sure she'd correct other parents when they confused Pinkie Pie for Rainbow Dash.

Cherry - She's pretty hedonistic and sees no shame in enjoying all that life has to offer and doing it out loud. Her "guilty pleasures" are many for this reason. Cherry's got a not-so-secret love for sappy romcoms, loves to overdo it on makeup snd wildly out-of-vogue hairstyles any chance she gets, and has a thing for pink flamingo lawn ornaments and similarly themed items.

34 (Nita): What would someone blackmail your oc with? Would they be successful in getting what they wanted?

That's a tough one. What they'd blackmail her with isn't as hard a question -- probably a loved one. But God help those bad guys if the one they took hostage was her dad. They'd give him back.

How successful they'd be is what has me stuck. Nita's quick to please, and if it was someone she loved dearly, there's no question she'd do anything in order to save them. However, one of Nita's innate abilities is this persuasive nature she seems to have over others that come in contact with her. She's a spirit of harmony and getting along (and yeah, here again, I'm kinda hinting at superpowers). Maybe all it'd take for the antagonist to drop the ball is hanging around her for a few minutes? I mean... can you blame them? Who'd want to hurt this chick? LOL

29 (Cherry): If your oc was in a video game, what would their idle animation be? (When the player stays still for too long, the animation that plays.)

I actually almost did this when I found a plugin that would allow me to put idle animations on characters in Harmonic Odyssey (but, feature creep, yanno...) -- would absolutely have her roll a joint and smoke it until the player picked their controller back up again.

23 (Cherry): What is the most annoying sound to your oc? What’s the most pleasant? Is there any reason?

I LOVE it when I have to re-read my own character sheets to figure stuff like this out. Annoying is a very good question because she "analyzes" sound in a way that would confuse and confound most people who don't specifically have her sort of sensitivities. She is always looking for patterns and notes in things, even when there aren't any to be found. If none exist, she will likely shrug it off until there's too much of nothing to be found. I imagine she's cool with a consistent white noise, but only to a point. Having an alarm or something that should have a regular "beat" go off without keeping a consistent time pattern might be her kryptonite.

Pleasant sounds? Let's talk about the sound of water pipes... for several reasons that should be obvious by now. :)

Thank you for another round of wonderful questions! I sincerely doubt I'll ever get tired of doing Q&As off this list. XD

Original prompt is right here!

#mtl oc #answered #quizzes and questions!

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