#Around my friends or choir/theater groups?
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They're all here now!!
Mischa was the first one I did so if his sheet looks off and poorly formatted it's cause it is…
Headcanons below the cut
Mischa
☣ Now before I say anything "why are all the boys with each other" uhm cause I was indecisive on if I liked starrypoet, spacerap, or nischa better, I still ship mischalia honestly sometimes even more. So I just threw the rest of them into the polycule regardless
☣ He is a short king, short Mischa truthers rise he is literally only an inch taller than Ocean, she probably intimidates him more than the other way away around (Need more absolutely unhinged Ocean's who are one point away from screaming at someone, Trinity theater Ocean changed my life/j)
☣ He's practically Ezra's adoptive older brother at this point, bond over the Saw franchise and ICP. He's surprisingly good with kids, like he's a good guy he just looks intimidating and crusty, which I did on purpose. But he is literally the sweetest one in the choir, super physically affectionate, gives good hugs.
☣ Along with Penny he also constantly looks like he's been shoved down a flight of stairs, which he claims is because he's gotten into fights. It's not, he just fell down the stairs like her. He wants to think he's all tough and everything but it's like the complete opposite, he's a dork.
Ricky
☄ They are best friends with pretty much everyone except Ocean for obvious reasons. Constance and them make Kandi together. He's wearing two Kandi necklaces on his uniform, both of them loosely based on the Kandi singlets I made for the choir members. (which of course you have no context to unless you're the like 5 people I've shown them to.)
☄ They're breaking so many dress code rules and the school is just too tired to care. Dyes his hair regularly with Constance, also I know lots of people love the Savannah Potts hc, it's cute!! But I physically cannot draw masc presenting people without shitty facial hair. It's an addiction. I'm so sorry.
☄ Their art style definitely is similar to the late 2000s anime style every shitty windows movie maker slideshow presentation had. with a mix of warrior cats and sparkle dogs. I couldn't really present that in the like 4 inch amount of space I gave myself.
☄ Him and Constance have matching tamagotchis, Noel also used to have one but it died and he sobbed for hours and never wanted to touch it again out of sheer guilt of killing a virtual pet.
Constance
♡ I'm ngl I like pretty much every Constance ship except for blackrose and kept seeing sugarspace art and thought it was cute. So there you go sugarspace crumbs, I'll draw them probably at one point.
♡ She is literally the reason why the choir is like mentally and physically stable. Course that's very mentally draining and never said it's a good thing!! She's probably pushed into the group therapist role at points, I hate the "mom friend" headcanon at points, it's accurate, but at points it can be really toxic, coming from personal experiences.
♡ She definitely shops at hot topic with Ricky and collects a bunch of really cheap fandom merch. Usually bracelets and necklaces, also really into styling hair. She braids Penny and Ocean's hair sometimes, and as mentioned before dyes her hair with Ricky.
♡ I don't like blackrose at all but they've dated for like… a day. It was not a great time. (Literally just one of those absolutely pointless middle school relationships that you forget about like immediately after a breakup)
#ride the cyclone#rtc#rtc musical#mischa bachinski#ricky potts#constance blackwood#rtc art#I am in love with Constance I'm ngl#she's so pretty#Honestly like this grouping more than the first 3#also that's supposed to be an AAC in Ricky's backpack#that probably wasn't clear but y'know#my art
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15 Questions for 15 Friends
15 questions for 15 friends
Tagged by @pikapeppa <3
ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Two people, actually! My middle name is my maternal grandmother's, and I got my first name from my childhood best friend. She was born a few months before me, and my mom loved her name so much she gave it to me too. We were inseparable, but sadly she died in an accident when we were 8, so now I carry the name for both of us.
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Last week when I was having a bad fibromyalgia flare and hit critical mass for being able to cope. Chronic pain is a bitch, yo. 0/10, do not recommend.
DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Very happily childless. I have a TON of niblings though and love being an auntie.
WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED? I was hardcore into softball as a kid, spent 8 years playing. Not that wimpy slow pitch stuff either, which is why I've never been able to get back into it since casual adult leagues are just... different. I was a pitcher and 1st base, and even now I can catch pretty much anything thrown in my general direction purely by instinct 😂
DO YOU USE SARCASM? Nooooooo, I would never!
WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Oooh this is a hard one to explain. I studied costume design in college, and one of the things they trained us on is how to look at a person's whole appearance in order to "read" them as a character. It's a habit I never really got over, so I'm always looking for people's "character cues" and they're always going to be different from one person to another.
WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR? Mostly brown, but other colors come out depending on the light
SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? HAPPY ENDINGS HAPPY ENDINGS I refuse to engage with depressing or genuinely unsettling media. My life is already full of too much bullshit, I'm full up.
ANY TALENTS? I can catch very nearly anything thrown in my general direction 😜 I'm also kinda... idiot-savant-ish when it comes to learning new artistic and craft mediums? I pick up the basic concepts really quickly, and I've yet to encounter something I genuinely suck at or can't figure out. Oh yeah and I can sing!
WHERE WERE YOU BORN? In a hospital in California, which is where I grew up.
WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES? Crafts! Painting, wire wrapping, drawing, a bit of leather working, and anything else that strikes my fancy. I also love jigsaw puzzles, smutty romance novels, very specific RPG videogames, and taking care of my plants
DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? No 😭The husbear and I are both allergic to anything we'd actually want to have around.
HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5'5".
FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? High school: choir and theater. College: studio drawing classes, especially the one in my final year that was taught by a guy in my D&D group, who also happened to be a professional illustrator for MtG!
DREAM JOB? I used to dream about designing the costumes for Cirque du Soliel. That was THE dream, until I gave up theater and switched to illustration. Nowadays I just want to make a success of my little craft business, and be able to earn enough to actually need to file taxes for it 🫠
Okay, now to figure out who to tag.... @ariseis @mumms-the-word @charmedcleric @drizztdohurtin @halsins-herbal-underpants @carmsgarms @galebrainrot2024 @alexxxaloy @lemonsrosesandlavender @luinen-bluewater @autistichalsin @nerd-artist ... it's not 15, but eh. Close enough!
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Just randomly went to a casting for some extras in next month Opera's "Nabucco".
I had been previously told (by choir singer friend) that showing up was all i had to do for pretty much a garanteed enlistment.
I have pretty much no theater experience. I only know one of the choir singers that invited me to come. I've been to this part of town only once in my life
40+ people show up and my friend desappears right after taking me to the entrance.
Everyone else groups up, most people here know each other and seem to be good friends.
I am trying as much as I can to suppress my perceivability for tism reasons but try to stand out at the same time for casting reasons.
Voices around say that they're looking for only EIGHT people. ouch-
Other voices add that they're looking for 4 males and 4 females. Uh-oh
We get on in the theater and on stage.
We get instructed to Act 10 actions that come around in a loop (last one precedes the first),
they will later instruct emotions to infuse the actions with.
We get 5 minutes to think of actions.
I'm currently peeing myself. Literally. I akwardly ask where the bathroom is.
Spent 3 minutes in said bathroom frantically trying to come up with enough distinct actions.
Get back on stage, do actions
Waiting.exe
Friend comes back, has not seen my performance, so has no feedback to give
(oh fuck mode activated)
More people get on stage to do more actions.
Waiting gets more intense because they keep asking for info that doesn't actually pin down who you were (just names and phone numbers)
They take a picture (which still doesn't tell you who's who)
They call back all of us.
"YOU" - director grabs my hand and one other girl's, before picking up the rest of the casted
They ask for my IBAN
#feels like the starting of a musical#random guy that doesn't like teater actually tries it and succedes against expectations#i can't really complain but it's weird beating a bunch of teather kids at their own game#teather#opera#i guess this is my opera arc
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Protego Pt 7 - Back to School
Masterlist here
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(Okay this is the closest I could find to the square faced features I picture for Lily, so we’re going with this insp gif for now. i know at least one person wanted me to try to share who I pictured in my head for each of the younger characters, and trust me if I had the tech and the time I would just make them myself, because this is nonsense to find an actor/model who matches what my brain conjures up. And surely the gif of Vivien Leigh down farther is for Jewels as I’ve used her for the long lost relatives in the later years of Anaticula. :D Enjoy the drama.)
“Full up,” Jewels said, gaining a scoff from her sister, who had the door to her chosen train car slid shut in front of her face. Still obviously in a mood of hurt feelings the sisters had become one of the more amusing groups to return to the school. Gossip inside the car of those who saw their icy demeanor at the station and entering the first year train car spread to any who might find it amusing enough to fill some of the long train ride chatting about it.
Lily moved on to find some of her Gryffindor friends. Some of the other younger members of choir gladly filled the far from full car, in her sister’s absence, and Jewels’ own dorm, to take advantage of hearing all the details in what had been missed.
They had heard before the break of the theater plans and all huddled around the pictures Regulus had charmed his camera to capture while the first performance of her hopefully long standing career to come had run on the stage. True she only said five words but there seemed to be nothing more brilliant to compare the experience to.
But her glee in the entire ride dimmed at the split of groups to fill Thestral pulled carriages to head back to the school. When Lily was seen by everyone shouting at Sirius. “Stay away from my sister! And she doesn’t want your stupid broom!” Right into his chest her hand gave a hard shove that knocked him back a step and she moved onwards to claim a closer place to the carriages.
“I have a mind of my own you know!” Jewels shouted back, instantly tearing Sirius’ wide eyes her way through the now parting crowd of older students.
“How would I know that?! You’ve been nothing but a mirror of me since we met!”
“Oh!!” Jewels could be heard growling back and was tightly grabbed by Ted Tonks and Andromeda to give the sisters some much needed space. Both at the sight of her eyes shifting colors eased Jewels back between the students hurrying off the train to get back on it at least until Lily was gone.
“We don’t associate with the likes of your family!” Lily shouted at Sirius to maintain her point only to be hit by a red burst of paint Bellatrix sent her way.
“Remember this you whiny little rodent!” Bellatrix hissed back at Lily. Now with her wand raised at the paint coated girl’s face, “No filthy little Mudblood will ever insult our family and walk away from it. Now you get on that carriage and do not ever say a false word about our cousin over there. You are not related! You are not worthy to call her sister! Next time I will remove your filthy little tongue!”
James with his own wand drawn at the dark curl haired cousin of Sirius stated aloud, “And anyone who hurts Lily has to deal with me!”
“Oh what are you going to do about it, Saint Potter!” Lucius Malfoy spoke up. Hitting James in the back with a spell that sent him face first into the carriage; the lanky blonde then walked over to grip him by the back of his cloak to toss him into the carriage.
Internally enraged by a fellow member of the Sacred 28 who was shirking the image their pureblood kin had to uphold to be welcomed in high society as the Malfoy family pressed him to be for now on a dozen years. This Potter boy was selfish and cruel without though to guidelines for such behavior their clans upheld in being so to retain their standing and dignity. Everything a common dog would be allowed to be and not worth the weighty name generations had worked to build up so he could dash it all away. Not worth the dirt on the underside of the train if he kept disgracing his family on the path to ruin all for selfish gains that change with the wind. All to force more pressure on the other Sacred 28 clans left standing when Potter would blot his family name off that illustrious list.
“Must be careful Potter, wouldn’t want to bloody that precious Gryffindor robe,” and Lucius looked sharply at Lily, “Get in the carriage with your blood traitorous boot licker, Mudblood.” Sirius, knowing he couldn’t step in to stop this, simply turned to check on the patrolling Professors, only to tap Lucius’ shoulder when one came into sight and Narcissa reversed the paint spell and used a second charm to force Lily up out of her spot she was frozen in the get inside the carriage as she was told.
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Together inside the train car Ted and Andromeda guided Jewels to sit. Visibly trembling in rage, tears clouding her eyes soon to follow the one that dashed down her cheek on the way here. “Not easy being a Morpher.” Ted began with a wry forced chuckle. “Bit of a dance between being amusing and a lie at times.”
“Eyes,” Jewels uttered in a confusing reply. Though their try to ask what she meant broke when she all but growled, “Years, the pinches, shoves, reminding me not to change my eyes. or hair, or my face into a beak when I got mad!” More tears spilled down her cheeks and she glared at the duo who were more a placeholder for her infuriating sister. “No one, is ever like her!” she now whined in the momentary scrunch of her face in a flinch of a try to begin sobbing her body made only to be pulled back as she shook her head, “I could look just like her, but it’s never enough!”
Ted nodded knowingly, “Well now, there in lies the whole hippopotamus between the floating greens. She’s not you.”
Jewels scoffed and glanced away a moment roughly wiping her cheek with the sleeve bunched in her hand, “Backwards.”
“No, got it right round how it needs to be,” and she looked at him with brows furrowing and color changing green to purple eyes back on him as he said with a grin. “She’s not you, and all of you knows it. So stop trying to be her and she will see you. We all do. You can’t, but you can, if you tried.”
“He’s got a point,” Andromeda spoke up with a confirming nod. “Not easy with sisters, Merlin knows I’ve had row after row with mine. For all our parents’ hopes we aren’t copies of one another. Now, you had to hide, and as a kid you picked to look like her.”
Ted shrugged and said, “I’d have picked a neighbor,” making Andromeda nudge him in the side, only making him chuckle at his own hint of humor in this mess. “Look, Morpher, Veela, you got names for what you are. Witch to boot of a great line, a 28 line. I’m a Muggle-Born too, but in my years here, spending time with Andromeda, I get it. Not much to some people, but to a great deal of people it means a great deal parent names or no. Who are you Jewels?” and her mouth fell open at a loss for words.
Andromeda said, “Jewelia Gaunt deserves her day in the sun. So you best gather your courage while we can hide you here at school and society comes calling. We are your family too, you have such a vast family tree. But we want to know more of you.”
Internally Jewels felt about ready to break in half. Knowing all she’d learned on the last three Gaunts and the little, named justifiably close to demonic, past to her elder cousin in that line on top of this feud. The words Lily had chosen still burned in her chest and in a try to keep herself safe and her adopted family if that cousin should come calling Jewels felt an ominous cloud that gnawed at the chance to tear her away from what family she had known. “What, do you know, about the Gaunts?” Jewels managed to squeak out in a fearful tone.
“You certainly inherited the temper. Not much else, good thing too. None were fair, just off their portraits in our family ledger. So top marks on you for that.” Andromeda looked up as a voice from the open doorway turned all your heads to an unknown new member to this conversation.
“The name is what matters.” Barty Crouch Jr spoke up, having come to check on the angered twin. “I don’t reckon on being anything like my dad. But I am a Crouch, and the line will be what I shape it to be after he’s gone. Clan as a whole have rules, standards, you are the last Gaunt standing, lucky you. Whoever you are, grow to be, that is who the Gaunts will be held up to in comparison.”
“And if I fail, at everything?” she asked fraily and he chuckled to Andromeda’s widening smile.
“Can’t fail, not in our eyes. See, we don’t fail. Gaunts were poor, then rich, all dead, then you pop up out of thin air like a Muggle magic trick. Can’t fail. Go broke, forge ahead all on your own, no matter what the name can only go up in renowned.” He accented with a nod and gestured behind him, “Professors are doing a head count. Coast is clear, up you pop before I let your Sevy and Sirius scrap it out to see who gets to come fetch you.”
“In front of the whole school,” Jewels groaned and hung her head back a moment before rising reluctantly to her feet, “And I’m the one pinched and prodded to not cause a scene!” he stepped back to let the trio out, following after so see what he said was already underway. Severus and Sirius were on either side of the door bickering around Remus who stood between them shaking his head at the current scene.
“I’m not giving back the broom!” Jewels said pointedly, ending the argument mid stomp onto the first step out of the train car.
“Good, wouldn’t have accepted it anyways.” Sirius replied watching her walk to Severus’ side, who relaxed his stance a few moments seeing she was intact at least.
“What happened with you two?” Severus asked, increasingly concerned at the rift he noticed over the final blip of the holiday break that seemed to now be the size of a crater by morning at this rate. Gently guiding her along to head for the carriages, “You never quarrel like this.”
“She started it,” Jewels flatly replied and he huffed to that vague response he couldn’t sense a way to help fix things from that alone.
“Jewels,” he tried to argue but she cut him off.
“You didn’t hear what she said to me!” Jewels all but hissed in a sharp whisper that had his lips part.
Ted cut between them and eased his arm around Jewels to the sight of some feathers beginning to sprout out between strips of her hair to show she was getting angry again, “Now, now, we are going to have a nice supper and all get some rest.” Leading her within sight of the Professors marking names down of all the students to ensure none get left behind for a possible stolen shopping spree or worse mischief.
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Subtly over winter break Jewels had been easing her true facial structure out. One she was slightly terrified to see in the mirror knowing it might set off more nightmares of the trapped woman with that same face. And on the long winding walk up to the Great Hall in sections she had shifted her hair into varying shades of the rainbow. To hopefully gain a color she might find more appealing to stick to over red.
A strange new face in the mix of returning students had Professor Kettleburn on patrol in the halls to the welcome back feast do a double take. Calming only at the telltale bag the teen girl had pinned to her side shaped like a whale that inside the school grounds began to wiggle its fins. Revealing the impressive charm she had read about and wished to try a few months prior in one of her regular study sessions in the library.
Both sisters were here and by the whispers of the other students a whopper of a fight had been missed by the Professors near the trains that had no sight or word to share of the student contained trouble. Rumor that had most of the Professors glad they were sorted separately so that perhaps a night to sleep on it would help matters.
But it was the sunken expression during dessert on Jewels’ face that had them and more of the students concerned to the fall of her eyes to her lap. Where her now open bag sat and she had blindly opened the small notebook she’d written all the information about her mother she had been able to find. Which, was painfully only enough for three half pages and a picture taped to the back of one page.
Andromeda in another stolen glance to the girl between her and her boyfriend Ted, asked, “Why are you staring at a picture of a wall?”
Ted to that peered over shifting his mouthful of tart to the side to argue, “Clearly it’s the door that’s impressive. Fine decorative woodwork there.”
Andromeda over Jewels’ head asked him pointedly, “Who jinxed that tart? There’s no door in the picture.”
Ted shook his head as he looked to the book to tap the door on the image and Jewels looked up at Andromeda with furrowed brows. “Door, right there. Something solid, oak, or, I don’t know, something solid. Dad always says anything solid has to be oak.”
“There’s no door, Ted. Don’t try to be funny.” Andromeda argued back.
“There is a door,” Jewels cut in and had the both of them to look at her. Andromeda with brow arched in disbelief and him gesturing her way to proof he was right.
“You’re serious?” Andromeda asked and that had Jewels draw in a sharp breath.
“There’s a door.” Jewels replied flatly and that had Andromeda remove a hand to a few inches from the book palm up.
“Can I borrow that?” The tuck of the book against Jewels’ belly has her add, “Won’t hurt it. Bring it right back.” Jewels relented and Andromeda swiveled around, legs tucked up to do so, and onto her feet she snuck to hurry farther down the table and hold the open book in front of a blonde girl down near to the other end. Seen to ask, “You see a door here?”
The girl nodded and tapped the door on the picture, thanked and now curious in the hurry of the prefect back to her previous spot. Gaining even a few hushed commentary from the Professors who took notice of the curiosity brewing.
Andromeda gave it back, “Got to be a bewitched door only Morphers can see, it’s a blank wall to me.”
Ted looked Jewels over at notice her roots and brows were darkening to black in the sink of her mood also urging more of her real face out. “Jewels. Where’s that door?” Concern flooding out of his tone for how she looked closer to tears more now than a couple minutes before.
“It’s a picture from the Muggle police report in my adoption file.” Jewels murmured sadly.
Andromeda asked, resting her hand now on the younger girl’s back. “Why did that have this door in it?”
“It’s where they found me, inside the house.” She said and the couple let out a collective puff of air. Now realizing that might not be a shadow on the dark wood floor at the foot of the door as they had first presumed.
“Well that must have been a powerful spell to have kept whatever, or whoever out.” Andromeda said in a hopeful tone that had Jewels misty eyed look up at her again. Full doe eyed stare unable to be hidden like the pleading gaze that fact might be true. “Your Mum must have been some Witch to do that. My family is notorious for spotting bewitched items, and I can’t catch hint of it.” Her hand patted again and Jewels glanced at the picture again, now with a grin ghosting across her lips to the fact she moved the book to bring out a pen to add the notes on the door onto the pace across from it.
A task hiding the second stolen glance over her head by the couple who were only more confused as to how she might have ended up in that Muggle orphanage in the first place. Across the table though argument from a pair of fellow choir members had Jewels snap out of her emotional bubble to groan and grimace as they did to the thought of the performance in Hogsmeade in a couple weeks usual for the group Flitwick had been warning of extra practices the week before holiday break so none would be surprised about it. But the relief of the calmer topic and mood of the shorter tempered twin would be short lived.
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“How could you let them talk to me like that?!” Lily sharply whispered to her sister on the crowded walk from the welcoming supper to their divided dorms in the separate towers.
Eyes rolled from older students at this round two they knew Professors would hear if they kept it going long enough.
Jewels fired back inside the crowd of students that slowed to have full audience to this car crash in the making. “That’s fresh, coming from you Miss, ‘I wish we never brought you home’ Evans. You don’t want me to be your sister, fine. I should have known once you got tangled in that Potter boy’s clutches you’d turn out just as heartless as him.”
A collective mental “ooh” rippled around to that crowd who were glad Potter was still farther back down the hall unable to hear.
Jewels paused in her try to walk away and asked, “How fast do you think you’d have pushed me away if we’d been sorted to the same house? Maybe it’s better we’re not in the same house. Why would I ever want to be like you? I wish I’d known how you’d turn out when I was a kid, never have turned my hair red in the first place. I might grow a beak when I’m mad and wings, sure. But that’s all on the outside. Why would I want to look like a heartless beast like you?” Then she walked off leaving her sister open mouthed with tears brewing in her eyes at the words she had hurled at Jewels weeks prior aimed right back at her.
Out of the slower crowd Jewels’ dorm mates hurried to catch up to her. Snickering internally at what even with half this clearly long brewing argument brought with them from the break at home there were some verbal mastery work involved that had Jewels more points ahead on count of jabs. Right in the middle of a swiveling set of stairs they caught up to her and spoke to her for the rest of the way up, being given the gist that the Black brothers had given her a broom and the fight over that had now spiraled into this mess.
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Fit for a Princess. Just as she first mentally remarked the gothic styled RavenclawTower was decorated so posh in soft blues and silver. Satins and velvet on the chaise lounges and love seats in small groups for teas around stained glass tables. And those between the regal armchairs paired to clawed footstools, much softer than they looked with sections of bookshelves marked to each student so all could have their own private library if they do wished when the study bubbles were free. The latter sat upon silencing charm laced carpets designed to match the finery.
Around the circular space more than one fireplace to spread heat for all spaces and ambiance to encourage white noise for concentration much like the hovering enchanted instruments any could ask to play background music to set the mood as well during House study time.
Cushioned nooks resembling short canopied beds fit for royalty were the bottom layer to a short spiral staircase fed ledge that held another set of bookshelves and a desk for each of them. Angled like a K off the outer walls, so that if they do wanted the top of the canopy could be used as a puffy moss resembling hammock of sorts for lounging. Scented to encourage brainpower and focus. All to pair with the enchanted ceiling above every student’s designated section that would cast colorful mist to resemble a peaceful sunny day and numerous clouds to ponder and daydream their free time until firmer thoughts came to fruition that also could turn to the night sky if stargazing was more preferred in the thought process. One of the seasonal looks for the dorm, that like the staircases tended to change, but was never far from superb an environment to test the mind.
The bath was like from right out of a palace, private claw footed tubs leaned to relax and read in and ample mirrors. Much like the one she now stood at to look at the face she inherited from a very powerful Witch who died protecting her. Still no name beyond Unnamed Mother. Not yet ready to show her pitch black locks she settled on a deeper maroon highlighted look underneath shimmering snow like white shade to be a more appealing twist on Slytherin’s silver beard and brows as she apparently was no longer welcome as an Evans.
“What was the mess with the door?” The blonde fellow Morpher asked, turning Jewels to face her.
“Oh, think it was the door to my birth mother’s room. Andromeda said she couldn’t tell it was bewitched though. Family is good at that apparently.”
The blonde nodded and said, “Well, if it’s not bewitched you could look into Morpher Runes?”
“What now?”
“Uh, third year there’s an elective of Ancient Runes, part of the deeper study is Morpher Runes. Only Morphers can see them or items they are marked on. But Muggles can see the items if you’re after learning them to keep your sister out of your things. If the Blacks can’t find an bewitched then might be that.”
“Oh, thanks, I’ll look into that.” The blonde nodded and Jewels hurried to bring out her same notebook to write those runes down as well to find a book on them the next day.
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History of Magic would open the following day, and the walk to the classroom would only prove that the night apart did nothing to calm this feud. Both sisters ignored the other and chose to keep among their houses at least up to the door to the classroom.
“Ah. There you are Miss Evans,” the ghostly Professor Binns remarked with a kind gleam in his eyes at a truer display of the young girl he’d known to be hiding herself away in plain sight. “I am honored and quite pleased to have met more of you. All of us dearly prize the chance to meet the rest of you in time.”
“Thank you, Professor,” she replied sheepishly and had him chuckle to himself on her patch past him to take her usual seat.
Not many wished to sit up front as she usually did. Remus and Barty Jr out of the crowd slipped into the seats on either side of hers. Onto the desk she situated her usual notebook and self writing quill so she could bring out her second notebook and a second quill as they brought out a single set of each. Much like other classes they would be peering over her shoulders to track her note taking process to keep up. James and Sirius, when Lily and Severus blocked themselves in the back row on the end to keep away from Jewels continuing their talk, James took Barty’s free side and Sirius split to take the free seat on Remus’ right.
Lowly Sirius muttered to Remus in the shuffle to get his own notebook out of his bag now sitting open on his lap, “First chance we get, we’re breaking into Headmaster’s office.”
Remus nodded and leaned closer to murmur back so Jewels wouldn’t hear, “We can check the map.” An idea that had Sirius grin and peek around his friend at the girl they hoped to help through this trying mystery.
A question a good twelve minutes into the opening of his lecture and Professor Binns smiled at the stunning lift of Jewelia’s hand after she read back what he’d said. “Close,” the Professor responded and clarified the small detail that many got hung up on and she hastened to write the question, her answer and his explanation between the options down in case of some distinct wording she could find on an exam later. Adding stars around it to be sure she would not miss it later. Same as three of the boys around her, James already was nodding off like many students in the back rows.
After class when everyone seemed to dart out of the room to free time Jewels lingered behind to speak to the Professor hovering to the side of his desk, eyes fixed upon the girl he could tell wished to speak to him. “Something troubling you, Jewelia?” Clutching her bag and books to her chest she walked over to come stop in front of him.
“You, you’ve been, around, a good while,” she said timidly and he chuckled to himself.
“That I have. Ask what you like, pre or post mortem.” He joked to try and help her relax at his death not being a sore topic.
She nodded and asked through her reluctance, “Do you know anything about the Gaunts?”
“I have heard talk of a small number of them. It was not until the 1900’s that most Wizarding families wished to send their children to magical schools. Might this family be in relation to the curious note of our Founder portrait of Slytherin that you belong to his kin?”
“Yes, partly. I found out I am a Gaunt.”
“Ah,” he replied at her near whisper of an answer. “Other than the eyes, and the rumored temper many have tale of. Does the lack of living relatives trouble you? Lack of history or common ideals to learn of?”
“Well they certainly hated Muggles,” she replied lowly and he nodded again, hearing low echoes of his next class taking their time in coming to his classroom. After clearing her throat she asked, squeaking unintentionally at the end of her sentence. “It would seem I am one of the 28, does that mean I have to hate Muggles too?”
“Oh most certainly not. Some still hold that prejudice. However you are known to have been adopted and raised by Muggles, and for all they know those parents and sister could be Squibs and none would look down on you for maintaining that bond. They raised you, surely there are no other Gaunts alive I have knowledge of. These are troubling times and many hold firm to the grudge from slain Witches over the centuries that led to the divide of our two worlds but you must hold to hope, this fight will end.”
When the first second year came into the room she smiled at him and said, “Thank you, Professor.”
“Should you require more assistance many on staff would be able to lend a hand.” He added vaguely to not disclose their conversation topics to the older students, avoiding more gossip at her expense if they took it the wrong way.
Right to the library she went to head over to the guide book on common topics. Warmed instantly by the scent and sounds of the space she’d always felt most welcome on school grounds. Not wanting to speak loudly she whispered to the book and accepted the slip of paper off a stack the enchanted quill resting on that same stand copied down for her. “Thank you.” Back towards the historical section of the library she moved, to find the top five books on the list to check those out and start there in a gradual build of facts on this ongoing struggle between the two worlds.
An out of place origami stingray floated over to her in line behind two older students at the book desk, and in unfolding itself revealed a note from Professor Sprout to come to her classroom. Softly she huffed to herself and continued to wait until she was free to leave with the hefty books Librarian Pince helped to shrink to fit inside her bag and shared the proper spell to resize them again at her first chance to read them. One end of the vast castle grounds to the other she walked, mood souring at the loss of the free class slot the longer she walked.
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“I’m not apologizing.” Jewels said cross armed in front of Professor Sprout, who had heard from the other first years in this class of the blow out fight that had happened the night before. Them and the Headmaster who granted her means of a special form of discipline used only in certain circumstances by staff to hopefully nip this problem in the bud. Almost having been mistaken as an intruder at the school for how different her doll like face, just meant for the stage and silver screen, looked compared to Lily’s squarer features, but with eyes and voice that told who Jewels was without a doubt. The same face the brothers and Alastor would know as it eased out more and more in their time alone with her at the theater and on their travels to help find her true lineage.
“After all I have to put up with, her using my face to hide all these years. All the looks and whispers on which one of us is the one who is mad in the head talking to snakes and sprouting beaks and feathers-..” Sprout raised a finger, stunned at the bitter hiss of a venomous tone Lily spoke in at her sister without so much as a glance at the multi colorfully haired and eyed one of the duo.
“Jewelia go tend your Mandrake root, then enjoy the rest of your break. I need to have a word with your sister.”
“Yes, Professor,” Jewels said trudging back to her station. And in passing the boys enamored by the sisters in trouble, who had been obviously listening in, she lowly muttered to herself all the way to her designated pot amusing more students in the Slytherin/Gryffindor mingled classroom Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw would be attending the following day.
“What’d she say?” Alastor eased over to ask her lowly after he’d flung his protective glove near to her foot in excuse to fetch it.
“Tried to make us apologize,” Jewels muttered through clenched teeth and he bent to fetch his glove.
“This has higher ups all over it. Sprout rarely gets involved outside of Puff matters. Hmm.” And he eased away back to his spot when Sprout’s teaching assistant was turning to check over the students on his end of the greenhouse.
“It would seem you require some humble pie, Miss Lily.” The Professor said having added a special root to the tea for a rarely used but acceptable punishment for students who behave this way under these circumstances. One that would inexplicably cause her to change her appearance. To let Lily know exactly what her sister suffered to control all of these years. “That and some compassion and some empathy for your younger sister. Who you should have been more forgiving of. Let this lesson sink in before a wound too deep to repair is set in.”
The point wouldn’t take long to set in, but for two weeks she would be slipped the root. And only after those two weeks, then she would be freed of the effects and the Professors would just have to sit and wait to see if the more short tempered one would be easily forgiving now some perspective had been granted to the other party in the blow out.
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Right back to the library Jewelia went. Straight for the back section of the library in charge of storing copies of every school paper throughout the years. Another enchanted book was approached. The final step up to the podium it sat on had the young teen flinch when it heavily opened its front cover to an introductory page with instructions on how to use the directory. “I would like copies of everything written about or by the Gaunt family. Please.” Nothing seemed to happen and her eyes scanned over the divider enclosed space to ensure none were hidden away to hear her use this wrong. Out of three posts topped by lanterns circular openings spun into view to release ghostly nine tailed foxes that shot out to scour the drawers coming out of what resembled to be unnoticed moving block designs on the far wall and rotating racks of hanging records on the three aisles inside the enclosure.
Nearly her size the copies of the papers sat atop a table. One at a time she got to shaking the papers and handed the original back to the ghostly fox helpers. Older students who were intending to study, but were stuck on motivation let their curiosity have them follow hint of where the mysterious young teen had gone to. Not able to see the helpers who carried papers away, but with a few quiet waves to other older students back at their abandoned table more bodies came over to help in the copying process. Each chuckling at the hefty dig for some assumed research extra credit project to impress the Ravenclaw paper.
“You know,” the stoutest of them started in a thick Scottish accent, “Won’t take this much to get on the school paper. Let alone the Rav one. Someone might be pulling your leg at this task if they gave you an earful o’ that.”
“Oh,” she let out in a breathy chuckle letting go of another paper they would see floating back to its former home. “No, found my adoption papers. Digging into my birth family.”
“Ah,” a few of them exclaimed in wonder for who the former students could be.
“Well plenty of folks ‘round here would be keen to hear ‘bout them when you get a full picture on that family tree.” The tallest of them added with a hoped to be comforting grin. All of them helped her to finish off the stacks she used the spell the Librarian gave her to add into her bag and hurry off to her next class, Defense Against the Dark Arts. And a fourth beside them added in, “And don’t go forgetting the Treasury Room either. Heaps of trophies that didn’t get their heyday in the papers due to odd happenings.”
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Inside that classroom talk of the first transformation Lily underwent was shared to the tune of scattered giggles from those who had seen her suddenly sprout scales, a tail and horns soon swapped for a full body of fur and a snout moments later. Though it did seem amusing at first to her younger sister the mental argument of a lack of someone to jab at her and shove her out of sight when said transformations happened only lessened the similarity between the two situations.
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Alastor in a peek at Jewels’ bag from his seat had him smirk at the shrunken hoard of newspapers and books she shuffled beyond to bring out all she required for that class and Transfiguration after. By the time the half hour break prior to lunch the guys had heard from older students about the library paper records dig same as Lily, who stormed off to go sulk at another low blow her younger sister fired her way when she felt she couldn’t sink any lower.
Alastor, off his plan to go and do just what Jewels did and check for record of the Gaunts in the papers, he then turned to go and head for the Treasury instead. For half an hour he used glowing name charms that would float around and find trace of the Gaunt name, same as for Riddle, walking between each pulsing orb to write down what each was.
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Meanwhile Sirius had broken through a crowd to tug a fellow first year, and secret Muggle-Born, into a side hall confusing the other students he had been talking to. “You can get at the Slytherin House ledgers, right?”
“Yes,” he answered haltingly. Uncertain of why Sirius had picked him.
“Good. I know they’re locked to members of the house only, so if I give you a name, years he studied here and a couple sickles you would quietly dig into them?” He tried to disguise the matter and said, “My cousins and I are in a sort of competition to find the out some more on older Prefects who sort of vanished on the wind like Merlin. I got one in Slytherin House.”
“Oh,” he said looking at the folded slip of paper in Sirius’ hand, “Sure, common room is empty around five, I could check then and give you notes at supper.”
Sirius grinned at him, patting the boy on the arm, “Thanks mate.” Trade of the coins between palms and they walked back for the boy to make an excuse on notes from class requiring clarification by the odd part time Slytherin couch surfer the others seemed to just accept. Sirius on his own went to the library to fill in more on that cruel cousin the Nun had warned Jewels of searching out to see if hints might pop up before he broke back into the Headmaster’s Office on what he could have seen there with his name on it.
Stacks of papers were plopped onto Remus’ bed startling the lanky teen reading atop it. “Got the papers on Riddle and bribed a Muggle-Born to dig in to the house ledgers. Alastor is on his own moves and we have ten minutes to lunch,” Sirius rattled off on his move to hop onto the bed. Tucking his legs up to cross in front of him he grabbed the top copy while Remus set aside his book to grab a copy of his own. For ten minutes with quills and spare bits of parchment notes were made on anything that might be useful.
Echoes of a radio in the common room rattling off a melancholic hum of two new Wizards gone missing without sign of return cut off by the hand of a young relative who had the station playing nightly in case of updates. Lately some students more than others were making more trips to the Owelry and on the edge of their seats for morning post, and others around them much like the Professors merely let them have space to be worried and not bother them about it unless asked themselves for input.
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Wait for Potions class in three hours after lunch always had the first years excited. Jewels, out of those hoping for time in the snow was back in the library, to have more room at one of their tables to spread out the papers she had copied. A hand sliding one of the five she had in wait to replace the one she was reading to be straighter on the stack had her look up at Alastor. Beside her he lowered to sit and leaned in to lowly say, “Checked the Treasury for you. Gaunts didn’t do much in terms of spare achievements aside from what looks like a season, for one cousin,” out of his notes he found the right page to show her, “On the Slytherin Quidditch team.” He flipped to another page, “And a potion competition Merope participated in.”
“That’s all you found?” she asked in accepting the pages that didn’t seem to have much on them to build a picture of personality or drive for the family line.
“In the Treasury, yes,” out of his pocket he brought a manila envelope he opened to bring out the clipping from inside he showed her. “Got this from the Prophet, only thing mentioning Riddle aside from the articles on Morfin is a mention he worked in Borgen and Burkes during a remodel on Knockturn Alley some decades ago.”
She nodded and read through the finger length column in the paper and let out a sigh mid plop of it on the table in front of her. Across his lips a grin eased and he continued, “Nothing else from them, but I did get this letter,” bringing out a folded letter from the envelope he showed her. “Some Auror named Fudge put his foot in the way cautioning me on digs into the personal matters of other Wizards when I wrote to the Ministry on a possible death inquiry. So we’re certainly onto something.”
“That’s good, right?” she asked and he nodded, “He isn’t just vanished then?”
He shook his head and joined her in looking up at Rudolphus Lestrange who offered him a sealed letter. Hint of his grip reluctant to let loose just yet had Alastor rummage in his pockets for three knuts the older boy smirked in accepting. “Ta,” Alastor said now able to claim the letter freely.
“Pleasure doing business with you.” Rudolphus hummed in a step back to turn away going about his day now with the coins slid into his pocket.
“What did you just pay for?” Jewels asked with concern in her voice that had Alastor grin back at her mid blind open of the envelope.
“His dad works on interrogations for the Ministry and at Azkaban prison. Asked over break if he’d convince his dad to check for Riddle on the Ministry lists.” Once open the both of them leaned in to read the letter that came up another dead end. “So he’s not in prison or questioned.”
“Then, we’re back at nothing,” she huffed and he looked her way again.
“Or he fled abroad. Just leave this to me. Right up my future career tasks to hunt down foul little criminals. I will make inquiries abroad and dig for more clues on where he might have clawed his way off to hide. True test of my metal and you need not hover in worry. For now, I’ll help you dig more into these.”
That had her grin again as he pocketed all the letters and envelopes to grab his own paper, “I want to circle their mentions and see if anything else important of the time is named too.” She stated, leaning forward to hover over her own paper again.
Hours she circled things and put stars by others building a small stack of those that had been read. Ignoring the chatter around them in what free time they had, of other students gossiping still about the sisters and numerous others who plotted to send one of their groups to go and see what the younger was up to with all those newspapers. Warning of the time found them clearing up to hurry and make the long trek to Professor Slughorn’s classroom for Potions.
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Another stunned Professor who watched the duo take up the open spots in the middle of the left seats nearest a trio of intimidating snakes carried on his class to get the start of term lesson underway. Feud still raging on the Professor moved around the room able to feel the tension between both silent sisters. But he had to hope the ability to keep quiet and civil in the same space could prove a good sign for when anger waned. Years he had seen numerous siblings at war almost and this like others had to come to an end eventually.
Flitwick in Charms seemed to have a better mood than all the others. Simply pleased to see the required divide between two very different sisters each requiring room to shine. This had to happen. He was sure of it, or the both of them would be at war their entire lives battling for who was to blame. All through the class he did go an as he usually did, making certain to stop and speak to Lily in a comforting way after her three transformations throughout his lesson. Twice she had to step out to keep from crying and he helped her back to his seat without causing a big scene or allowing others to, and now with a receding patch of cow fur on her hoof ended left arm she tearfully nodded to his next check in on her.
“Are you feeling better now, Miss Evans?” he asked her.
“Now I just have to get through supper and I can hide in my room,” she replied sheepishly.
Swiftly he let out a breath and said, “This is not to drive you to hide, Miss Evans.”
“Well I don’t see how this is fair,” she replied in a cracking tone of voice.
“The Muggles have a saying, walk a mile in another man’s shoes,” and she nodded wiping her cheek on her shoulder to avoid moving her half cow leg of an arm in case it would get worse. “Consider yourself walking. People, including children often bear little compassion for those who suffer in ways they have not experienced.”
“They’re all just taking her side!” James cut in and Flitwick gave him a pointed glance.
“You are excused, Mr Potter! I will not have you worsening matters with your poor attitude!” Flitwick said and pointed to the door. With an eye roll to the door he moved as Severus stayed behind, looking at a distance to Jewels, who did not seem any bit pleased by this punishment put on her sister. To Lily the Professor spoke again, “Now, Miss Evans, I personally would not have chosen this route, but then again I am not the Headmaster and in charge of the applicable list of punishments to students. I would like you to remember just one thing, throughout all of this window of time you are to be out of control to your outward appearance.” Right into his eyes hers fixed in a steady gaze uncertain of what bit of advice he like all the other Professors would offer her. “This sensation of lack of control will end.”
“I already know I must wait it out,” she said with furrowed brows and he waved a hand between them to cut her off.
“There will be a day when this trouble of yours stops,” he tried to clarify and she still did not get it, but Severus did and tapped her arm to stop her next try to argue.
“He means Jewels has to live with this forever, and you don’t,” Snape said and her jaw dropped open.
“I already knew that,” she argued and stomped off away from both of them, “Give someone else a snout or fur and a tail twelve times a day!”
Flitwick simply looked up at Severus who sighed and picked up his bag to go follow after her, “She always calms down after a few hours.”
Shaking his head Flitwick turned and smiled seeing Jewelia still there, having been trying to think of how to organize things in her crowded bag or if she should just carry the spare notes and packet given in class to complete for a later grade the following week. “Are you excited for our performance in a couple weeks?”
“Excited would not be the first word I would choose.” She answered making him chuckle.
“Given time she will come around. Perhaps after she steps out of her own way. Hopefully in time to celebrate your first performance, I will not keep you longer just do not forget our spare practice tonight.”
“I won’t, thank you Professor.”
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When she’d gotten back to her dorm to leave her things there and free her hands for the trek down to supper she was met by other choir members who were already showing off their chosen outfits for the performance. Something she joined in on, a navy blue dress with stars stitched into it that the others found very lovely, albeit a less flashy look than others had chosen, but one unique to herself and personality. She didn’t want to deal with this alone, but after supper she returned to get back to a bit more digging in those papers until bedtime.
Daily she got through more, eventually making use of a letter home to ask for some spare scrapbooks and decorative papers she had lying around at home to be sent to her. To be made of use in combining clippings and removed spare articles to fill in events at the school and in the world. Papers to the books she checked out more of her free time was spent in the library. Added amongst the next round of books was one on Morpher Runes as well as special charms to force people to keep away. Daily she had to brush away papers loaded with more worrying headlines some new students to every one to create a wall of books to block out Lily when she decided to come and share in the easier hideout. So at least she could have more resources from studying and be guaranteed to not have much noisy people around her to laugh at her expense.
Pt 8
#Hogwarts#Marauders Era#Jewelia Evans#Lily Evans#Sirius Black#Lucius Malfoy#Bellatrix Black#Narcissa Black#James Potter#Scuffle in Hogsmeade#Welcome Back#Sisters Feuding#Professor Sprout#Humble Pie#Severus Snape#In the Library#Harry Potter
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This is High Note the pony that I ship Fluttershy with in this universe! A random background pony who I liked the design of!
Let me say before we continue that I know the similarities between the designs of Mr. Shy and High Note. Whenever I draw Fluttershy's family I will make sure the guys much more green in their hue, so they don't look as similar. I actually did find High Note, before Fluttershy's family was even introduced, but I don't have much evidence for that. Let it be known that the two character aren't related in any way. I just thought Note looked cute, thank you for understanding.
Anyway back to it!
When I first made my Next Gen there weren't many shipping options that I liked for Fluttershy, in fact there wasn't many notable characters at all really. So younger me spent quite a while just looking through the wiki at all the background ponies to find a design that stood out. I ended up finding High Note, who I thought had nice colors and looked very cute. Also he had a music cutiemark which I thought fit well into a Fluttershy family idea. I also compiled some of his appearances, I really want to look at this boi. He has the same mane as Caramel, because that's how background design were like back then, I ended up changing Note's mane to differentiate the two more.
1: High Note is a resident of ponyville, and has been for the whole time of the show, even a long time before then. He's a pretty active member of the community, he went to events and such.
Note is a singer, sometimes a song writer. He is quite quiet, very kind hearted, understanding and a good listener. He is socially awkward, but he tries his best. He has a rather innocent and pure mind, even though he knows about how mean the world is he still is very warm hearted. Note loves his long hair and dressing more traditionally more feminine. He also doesn't care much for gender roles either. He is a little bit of a hippy and has an admiration for such people who care for others and the planet. When he gets closer and more comfortable with someone, he's more loud and enthusiastic. He also just sings all the time to himself. He's a real choir/ theater kid type.
High Note is more comfortable when he's preforming, and becomes incredibly expressive and confident. He feels as though can only be this confident when he's in a group like in a choir or a much smaller group, but he still needs others around. He also has a talent for theater, but mostly just musicals. He is an expert at belting and hitting those high notes.
2: Even before the two actually met, High Note knew of Fluttershy. I guess you become a little well know after saving the world a few times, and also being a fashion icon for a short period of time. Note thinks Flutters is very pretty and wants to get to get to know her more, since they already live in the same town. Maybe even become friends? He basically just has a very cute and innocent crush on her.
3: His heart flutters whenever he sees he sees her in town, but he thinks she's too busy with life. He also doesn't want to bother her or invade her space, so he ends up just working on himself.
4: He's quite lonely so works on preforming. He does some theater, and whatever vocal performances are available. He becomes parts of public and private choirs around the Ponyville area, but nothing too fancy. He makes some friends while doing these things and is having a good time. Whenever he's preforming he becomes a little cocky and his this aura about him.
5: The mane 6 then all go together to one of High Note's choir concerts, and in this concert he has a solo in one of the songs. Fluttershy is impressed with him and now has a little crush of her own.
6: Fluttershy doesn't pay too much attention when she's out on the town, especially when she's just getting groceries. Now, though she starts notices High Note around, and she looks around to see him. She never really noticed him before. Fluttershy goes to more of his performances off and on. Note saw a glimpse of Fluttershy at one of his performances, and starts feelings his heart flutter again. He hopes she liked the show, and his solos.
They both have cute crushes now, and look for each other in town so they can look from afar. If they ever make eye contact, it's not for very long since they quickly look away and are blushy the rest of the day.
7: One of the days Fluttershy is out on the town with her friends, and looks for High Note and gets all sighy. Rarity notices her, she leans in and asks, "Have you made a move yet, darling?"
Fluttershy surprised answers with a red face, "I-I don't know what you mean"
"It's alright if you have a crush, dear. I noticed how you can't keep your eyes off that stallion, but I could be mistaken."
The yellow mare looks down in embarrassment, "I don't think I could build up the courage to even talk to him"
"I could help, if you want me to dear." Rarity offers.
The rest of the mane 6 talking among themselves, then Pinkie trots over to the two mares, and asks with squinted eyes, "What are you two at? OH, I KNOW HIM!"
"Really?" Fluttershy asks quietly.
"Yep, I know pretty much everyone in Ponyville," Pinkie answers proudly. "And that's High Note!"*GASP*"I could totally introduce you guys!"
"I don't know about that."
"Well, whenever you're ready, we'll be here for you," Rarity tells Fluttershy.
8: At a later time, Pinkie pie, without much thought, pushes Fluttershy into High Note. Both are shocked, and Fluttershy is as red a tomato. "Are you alright, miss?" asks Note. She nods, walks away a little, then runs.
9: Now the two are too embarrassed to look at each other even far away. Rarity sees how they're kind of a lost cause. Being the romantic she is, and wants her friends at least to have the chance of relationship.
10: She takes matters into her own hooves. At least a little bit. Rarity plans a little singer's get together and invites them both. Before she does though, she visits Fluttershy to make sure if she's really okay with going. Rarity won't force her, but will hype her up if she needs to. Rarity explains that it will be a cozy little get together, with not many ponies she doesn't know. Fluttershy hesitantly agrees.
11: The two go together, and Rarity helped get Flutters a little dressed up. She was also there to make sure she would go and to comfort her if she wasn't feeling up to it. Fluttershy is incredibly nervous the whole walk there. Rarity tries her best to put Flutters mind at ease. When they get there, there's the Pony Tones (who Fluttershy is comfortable with), and only a few other ponies. The two friends greet some of the ponies then Fluttershy becomes full of nerves, once she spots High Note over near the wall, being friendly to whoever comes his way.
12: Rarity gently nudges her over there, and Fluttershy goes and starts talking to him. He's a little surprised, but is friendly and happy. He starts with the talking, since this is a singer's gathering they talk about singing. She mentions that she went to some of his performances, and how impressed she was. She could never do something like that. Note is flattered by this, and tells her how he can go on stage even though he's actually quite a shy pony. They then start geeking out about musical performances they love, and how they love to sing and watch singing and dancing.
13: The two have really hit it off, and Rarity is happy to see it. They talked for the longest time. Later into the event Rarity joins them, they seem so happy and excited. They then finally introduce their names to each other. They now have actually met and enjoy each other's company. One of two asks if they would like to hang out some other time, overjoyed the other accepts.
14: Fluttershy and High Note's first date. The two weren't in a public place, to have more privacy. Fluttershy's friends were watching from afar for safety reasons. The mane 6 are all pretty protective of Fluttershy. They have a great time just talking again, and go on more dates.
15: The couple go on very quiet dates, which at first they thought were platonic. They are very honest with each other, and find out they both like each other. They now go on even more dates, being picnics and such, all being far away from the generally public.
16: The couple opening up more and more. Note being a little more loud and enthusiastic, he sings all the time. Fluttershy shows her snarky side. I love whenever she is sarcastic in the show. They have become incredibly comfortable with one another but still have boundaries that they respect.
17: They take it very slow for physical affection. They love each other very much and want to make sure the other is happy, so they had their first kiss deep into their relationship. They still prefer nose kisses and cuddles. They just don't kiss on the lips very much, they love on the check and forehead and such. These two are just very cute. They are both are the asexual spectrum, so they prefer cuddling and kisses over anything else.
18: These two love each other very much, and have a strong bond of trust and communication. Little sweethearts these two. They were actually one of the first of the mane 6 to get married and settle down. They had a small nature themed wedding, with only friends and close family members. Some animals were there also of course! They both wore cute flower crowns, and Note might've also wore a dress.
I once again was regretting my decisions by making such a long post again. I love how this one turned out though! The colors are so pretty, and it's all overall so soft!! I feel this is definitely a step up from the last one in quality.
#mlp#my little pony#mlp next gen#Cloud_verse#my art#ParentBios#fluttershy#highnote#flutternote#mlp shipping#mlp ship art#mlp ng#mlp fim
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Hello! I know im a new follower but i was hoping i could request a twisted wonderland match up? I'm a relatively shy person but wont shut up once i know you well. I can be kinda clingy too. I'm really into art and theatre so drawing and acting are my most prominent hobbies. I'm an INTP and tease people to show affection. I can do really well in school if i put any effort which i usually end up not doing. I love video games but don't get to play them very often because of show choir (singing and dancing in a large group for judges if you aren't familiar with it) I bake in the little free time i have during school, but laze around all summer. i love to buy stuff whether it's in person at a mall or online. I absolutely love to leave the house for any reason i can find. I plan tons of random events or parties with my closest friends when i can. I also like sneaking up on people though sometimes i do it on accident. "Where did you come from" and "When did you get here" are some pretty frequent phrases tossed my way. I think that's it really so thank you again and sorry for writing so much! <3
Hello, thank you for the request! Sorry this is so late! But for you, I think that the best match would be...
Rook
Look, it's Pomefiore!
Rook is definitely a theater kid at heart haha, and the fact that you do show choir along with theater is what grabbed his attention first. The two of you can definitely find a lot of ways to connect with these hobbies, be it practicing for a show together or going to watch a performance. He probably wants to go watch you sing too, and you should invite him! But be prepared for a ton of poetic French afterwards, since he'll be complimenting you for a while about your performance. He definitely wants to see your drawings one day too! Rook is probably one of the best people to go shopping with. I feel like he would be the type of person to find hidden gems in stores or look for really unique items, honestly go explore with him! He might buy you random things too, as gifts from time to time.
It's totally okay to be shy at first, honestly it doesn't bother him at all. When you two get closer, he loves listening to you talk about whatever you want. It could be about the most random topics but he's just so interested in hearing your opinions and ideas! He'll probably encourage you to keep talking haha. If you tease him, he'll make a mental note that he should tease you back. Also, if you like planning parties, he's totally in. He probably likes gatherings since he can meet a lot of different people, so don't shy away from planning more events with him!
Speaking of sneaking up on people, I feel like he would do it to you a lot as well, maybe on purpose too. He's a hunter, so he's bound to be really good at doing that. He'll show up out of nowhere and say hello, and perhaps you might do it to him one day too. I feel like he would find it really cool for some reason if you did sneak up on him haha.
#twst#twst headcanons#twst x reader#twisted wonderland#twst matchups#twst scenarios#twst imagines#twst pomefiore#pomefiore x reader#pomefiore headcanons#twisted wonderland x reader#twst vice dorm leaders#twst rook#twst rook hunt#twst rook x reader#rook headcanons#ask box#matchups
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3.14.23
Happy pi day! (at the end of the day, so punctual)
I am currently watching Bojack Horseman, season 5 episode 6 is definitely an interesting one so far. While I’m watching this, I’m applying for scholarships and getting rejected from colleges (RIP UChicago, you were a real one). OH! I’ve had some job interviews with a few businesses around my area, and I have enjoyed every one of them. They truly have been so nice.
In class we had to write about something real that happened to us at any point. Something personal.
Here’s mine:
Seventh grade. I was but a wee lass just trying to make my way through the uncomfortable center year of middle school. You could say I had friends, but I don’t know if that category completely suits their… characteristics. 13-year-old girls are heathens, brutes, and terrors. They can’t be trusted to do anything, let alone actually be good people.
So, here I was. Trying to live my life, being horrendously annoying (as the average junior high student is) and learning what I was passionate about—and at the time, it was punk rock, “emo” things. Picture this, little chunk of a middle schooler in Old Navy jeans, a Hot Topic My Chemical Romance shirt, and black Converse. A classic “emo” kid. However, all but one friend was not in this genre of these interests. The rest were all cheerleaders, theater kids, and our main connector was choir… and two of them were in band.
School choir was interesting, to say the least. You either did elective courses with all the teachers in your “team”, and move around throughout the quarters, or be a performing arts kid—band, choir, orchestra. I joined choir to get out of being with the rest of my class for an hour a day and I enjoyed it. My first choir teacher in middle school, I adored this woman, she worked with us on being better singers and better people.
It wasn’t until she left, and we had a new choir teacher for the next two years, that shit hit the fan. She outright performed favoritism with a small section of the sopranos, and the boys in the class (weird, I know). I was not in this group, but I was their friend, so while I didn’t get special treatment, my first year with this new teacher wasn’t total hell. That lasted for a short period of time.
The favorites of the class soon became an even tighter friend group than ours was initially, and like a fool, I thought I could be involved. Turns out, they all did theater together as well. So while I was trying out for basketball, facing a lot of personal issues, they were bonding closer than ever...
That’s what I have for it so far. It’s due on the 17th which is when I get another college decision coming out.
I’m feeling excited for life. Kind of. Nervous? Very much.
Have a blessed day!
You are loved,
Scorpio
#school#highschool#loveyou#bojack horseman#free churro#college#applications#jobs#love#life#hot topic#former emo kid lmao#seventh grade#pi day#pi#3.14
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OC "Wiki Pages": Spike
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Nicknames (aka): My Little Shining Sun (Celina), The Spikester (Natalie), My Life (Butterpearl), Mr. Sunshine
Affiliations: Children’s Choir of Sargassum Rock (formerly), Regal Queen Conch Academy of Performance (formerly)
Family: Celina (mother), Xenia (maternal grandmother), Emilio (maternal grandfather)
Friends: Shelltop (best friend), Waterlily (best friend), Butterpearl, Cream, Natalie, Basseel, Filippa, Eleanor, Prudencia, Sardino
Romantic Interests: Butterpearl (girlfriend)
Enemies: Needle (father)
Color: Black, lavender, pink, light pink, dark pink
Special Features: Black spines, tentacles, sharp pointed teeth, wristbands
Character Influences: Spyke (Splatoon), Steve Buscemi, Ursula (The Little Mermaid), Raven (Teen Titans)
Likes: Singing, writing his own songs, music, musical theater, dancing, making others happy, vintage decor, entertainment, kisses, peace
Dislikes: Violence, his father, stepping out of his comfort zone, getting his ink sac checked, pain, death
Gender: Unlabeled (masculine-aligned)
Pronouns: He/him
Birthday: October 6
Quote: “I'll stand under your umbrella anytime.”
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Debut: TBA
Headcanon Voice: Randall Boggs from Monsters, Inc.
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Spike Lucian Cecae is a supporting character in the Unikitty!: Big Bright World series. He is Shelltop and Waterlily’s best friend and the son of Celina "Nightrain" Cecae, a strategist. His voice sounds like Randall Boggs from the Monsters, Inc. film duology.
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Physical Appearance: Spike is an octopus/sea urchin hybrid with black spines for hair and lavender purple skin. His eyes have pink scleras with black pupils shaped like rhombuses. His teeth are sharp and pointed. On his chest, his skin has black spots signaling a fade-in to his black skin. He has eight black tentacles with light pink undersides. On his arms, he has black wristbands, and he also wears a pink sash around his waist. His land form outfit is simply a sleeveless black unitard with his sash and wristbands.
Personality: Spike is very polite and well-mannered, as well as patient. He's an open person, wanting others to know how he is feeling. He’s the sweetheart of the group; he wears all three of his hearts on his sleeve. Nothing lifts his spirits like the sight of other people being happy. He is a novice singer-songwriter, as singing and making music are his favorite things to do. He is also an actor and an occasional poet. His friends make him smile a lot, and Spike has a desire to share that with other people. It also cheers him up when he's feeling down.
He has a pacifistic and kind nature; he doesn't like to hurt people or cause damage to anything. His optimistic attitude has led to others referring to him as a little ray of sunshine. Spike is very romantic as well.
It is easy to make Spike scared or nervous. If he needs to do something that embarrasses or discomforts him, he'll have a hard time doing it. He usually doesn't have any idea what to expect from going up to the surface. He panics very frequently, and when he’s panicking, he tends to eject ink. Sometimes, he has trouble falling asleep at night. He might be a little too humble, as he tends to deflect praise or compliments.
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Trivia
Jezabat has stated that Spike is one of her favorite Unikitty OCs. She has a lot to say about him.
He is named and designed after Spyke from Splatoon.
His color scheme and history are influenced by Raven, one of Jezabat’s favorite Teen Titans characters. His color scheme also draws inspiration from Ursula from The Little Mermaid.
Spike prefers not to use labels to refer to his identity.
Whenever Spike is nervous, he tends to eject ink.
In addition to being a singer, he can also play the guitar and the flute. He plays a semi-acoustic guitar, and his grandpa Emilio taught him the flute.
He likes all kinds of music.
But, according to Jezabat, he’d be particularly fond of anything from the 1900s.
Jezabat has also stated that he'd be a fan of The Backyardigans and take influence from it when writing music.
Spike uses the sun as his symbol. He talks with the sun when on the surface, others view him as a ray of sunshine, and his favorite color is sunshine yellow.
Spike cannot camouflage the way octopuses do because of his sea urchin half. Jezabat describes him as camouflaging with audio because of his experimentation in sounds and music despite not doing it visually.
Spike wears wristbands because they are a popular fashion choice among some Marevians.
Spike is 22 years old.
Spike being an actor as well is inspired by Steve Buscemi, who voiced the character Jezabat imagines him sounding like. His middle name is also the name of Steve’s son.
He was the youngest cast member of a show called Quoth the Penguin, “Nevermore!”, having performed in it when he was 20. He played Fortunato from The Flask of Armadillo.
Spike and Butterpearl have been dating for roughly 2 years.
His last name comes from his grandfather. It is based on the word “cecaelia,” a common word for a merperson who has octopus limbs.
His birthday is two days before World Octopus Day, which is October 8.
He is so close to Waterlily and Shelltop that they are like younger siblings to him.
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In Other Languages
Arabic: سبايك / "Sbayk"
Spanish: Pincho
German: Stachel
Swedish: Spikar
Italian: Chiodo
Swahili: Mwiba
Portuguese: Prego
Korean: 스파이크 / "Seupaikeu”
Japanese: ウニ / "Uni" (Urchin)
Chinese: 尖钉 / "Jiāndīng" (Spikes)
Polish: Kolec
Greek: Ακίδα / “Akída” (Spike)
French: Pointe
Russian: Спайк / "Spayk"
Hindi: स्पाइक / "Spaik”
Thai: สไปค์ / “Spik”
Turkish: Çivili
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when you get this you have to answer with 5 things u like about yourself, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)
I'm fucking adorable. I guess like shallow/narcissistic but more along the lines of generally I like how I look. There are some things that I don't like but they don't perturb me that much. Generally I think I'm adorable/cute and I like that but have the occasional issue with grander adjectives like beautiful/sexy that we won't get into because liking myself is enough.
I like that I'm good at art?? I'm not like fantastic but aaah to make this easier on me this can lead into my next one
I like my jack-of-all-trades thinking in that I don't really try to HONE one craft and instead try to experience things generally. For example, when it comes to art, I'm not that great digitally or traditionally, or musically, theatrically, or other. HOWEVER I have experience in all these areas ranging from oil paints, watercolors, ceramics, theater workshop, drama, choir, dance, sewing, crafts etc does gymnastics count? jk whatever So I like that I have not only had all the opportunities to try these but that I have tried to work on each of them a moderate amount we're working on sewing and crafting it's my lowest art stat rn followed closely by instruments
Let's see, I like my friend choices. I feel like all the friends I've made have been pretty good. Some have stuck around more than others but any friend GROUP that I've stuck with for a period of time like months to years, I always think about fondly. I don't think I've ever had like an insanely toxic friend or like a friend that would back stab me does that make me the toxic friend? Anyways, I feel like a lot of my life is colored by the friends/people I've surrounded myself with and yeah sure not all of my life is great but I made some nice friends and had some good shenanigans wherever I went.
Last but not least, I like my absolutely self indulgent/self insert nature. Listen, there is like no fandom that I have been a part of where I have NOT self inserted myself into in some way or another and god damn it NOBODYS GONNA DO THAT SHIT FOR YOU UNLESS YOU PAY THEM. I CAN PUT MYSELF INTO MY FAVORITE FANDOMS FOR FREE AND BY GOLLY I'M GONNA DO IT CAN'T STOP ME MY BRAIN IS A SELF INDULGENT THIRST MACHINE AND IT IS GOING
Anyways thank you so much for sending me this ask. It took me two days to get to it because I needed to sit down and think through these. I can't wait to send this to some of my followers!
#t-n talks#personal#t-n answers#idk what else to tag this#for real tho tbh i could have just gone all superficial but i decided not to also real haninozuka vibes for the first one ngl thats me in#a nutshell sorry not sorry also im not bragging about my artistic skills because for realsies i'm just slightly above average on them so li#like not even that good just good enough to do them decently except sing i feel like my singing isn't that bad and my arts not terrible but#everything else? just not bad ya know hashtag real bard taking jack of all trades#also if i send this to you YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS AT ALL ITS TOTALLY COOL IF THIS GOES UNANSWERED#THERE IS NO PRESSURE AT ALL
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3, 4, and 38!!!
3.) 3 films you can watch for the rest of your life and never get bored of
i dont watch a ton of movies but probably uhh…. ferris bueller’s day off, school of rock and tick tick boom !! :)) im a comedy guy at heart
4.) what’s an inside joke you have with your family or friends?
my freshman year when i first joined show choir at my school (a group of eighteen or so tightly knit theater nerds, they’re my family, i love them all) i joked something about how death by [being trampled by] a shopping cart would be the worst way to go out and somehow the joke LANDED. and stuck. we reference it all the time. it’s now a thing that everybody in show choir is afraid of shopping carts. my friend kas even designed a shirt that is available to buy based around shopping cart fear. its pretty sick actually
38.) fave song at the moment?
right now I’ve been listening to a LOT of recession pop so probably run away with me by carly rae jepsen!!!!
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unboxing sexual trauma part 2–
So I haven’t spoken abt the indirect sexual abuse like, having old men leer at me, being cat called every time I walked to school when I was 8 years old. it was constant, I started to wear boys clothes and didn’t want to be a girl anymore even though I loved pink and cute things and I loved being girly.
The actual direct abuse, alright.
So I had that first bad relationship that ended my freshman year, dated an 18 year old next when I was 15. He was some nerdy music theater guy, stubborn, and prone to insulting — think stereotypical Boston family, like he moved to my city later on in life. We’d play videogames together, but honestly without choir and theater we had virtually nothing in common. But I liked feeling like someone loved me, and he was mean to everyone but me which made me feel special. He also was short, unintimidating, and funny. He wasn’t attractive to me, but I figured I wanted a nice guy who cares about looks didn’t Marge Simpson love Homer? yeah. The damage psychologically was already done. Things ended bc we had no chemistry and I still held out for 3 months of dating, he also saw my severe self harm scars and cried. We broke up shortly after I told him I had some trauma around sex and wanted to take things slow. He told me his last girlfriend cheated on him too. We probably were better off friends anyways, when we kissed it felt like I was kissing a family member on the cheek. Like zero sparks.
I don’t know why I included that ^^^ but im sharing a lifetime of my bullshit right now so bear with me
The next guy I dated was pretty quickly, he’d been an outlier on my big friend group since middle school. I was such a sucker for shojo like anime tropes. He had pined after me for years, given me gifts and always praised me. I thought he looked like a troll. He ended up working out and clearing his acne a little, he grew a little taller (still only like 5’6 but im 5’1) he started dressing a little nicer and being less whiny. He liked anime, I liked anime, he said he liked gaming (but usually I was the one hijacking his Skyrim account and gaming all night bc he didn’t actually game), we both did choir and he conveniently was always around to help. Finally my junior year I was 16, this was the age id always told myself I wanted to lose my v card. I didn’t want to wait too long bc then it would be an even bigger deal, my friends were losing theirs, I didn’t want to be like the weird one. I also started smoking weed and drinking a little bit, starting to go to parties and join social circles more legitimately. I also was more attractive, most everyone forgot the “shitty lay” and “she’s pregnant” rumors from freshman year. People weren’t so mean to me and the popular boys were starting to ask me out, I genuinely thought they were joking I was so defensive and id be a mean bitch. It felt good to be cruel to the people who were cruel to me. Lowkey it’s embarrassing but I gave tsundere vibes and I was proud of it, I felt cool for being one of the only kids smoking weed and id come to school late and stoned every day. One of the people who smoked me up for the first time was abusive ex 2, id originally planned to do all this stuff with a hotter friend but he went to a different school and we couldn’t coordinate. Ugly abusive ex 2 was my chemistry tutor so i had a handful of late FaceTimes and study halls with him. Then abusive ex 2 started to take me on dates, smoke me out, he spent like $50-100 every week taking me out and doing things with me, it was textbook lovebombing but to me I just thought he was trying to impress me after wanting me for so long.
Smugly, I brought up that id wanted to try sex with a friend just to get it out of the way. He was a virgin, I liked that, and he had an objectively bigger dick than I would’ve expected. Still never got much experience to know where it fell on a scale but yeah. I wanted no strings attached. I was the first to give a blowjob, it was kinda weird but not terrible. He came in like 30 seconds. But when it was his turn to go down on me bc he obviously wanted more, he made a stank face when he saw my pussy (an outie) and commented that I didn’t shave (just trimmed) before I could react he jams a finger in roughly, and tries to finger blast me like they do in porn while grossly licking everywhere but the clit. He didn’t like to eat pussy and told me every time after if I asked… I bled and it lasted maybe 3 or 5 minutes before he asked if I came. I said “I don’t know” and shakily got dressed. He reassured me we would learn to have better sex, I felt gross and regretted my choice. But then he doubled down on the gifts, on letting me crash at his house (my home life was chaotic to say the least), always getting me takeout or Starbucks or whatever I asked for every day, he gave me a big chunk of weed in a heart shaped jar and never told me no. My friends started to comment and how romantic it was and how I should give him a chance, he’s a nice guy. We had mid tier oral sex and smoked weed every day after school, I told him I didn’t want to have penetrative sex for a while and he was actually ok with it. When I was drunk on prom night we ended up having penetrative sex, it hurt and sucked and lasted about 1 minute. I felt dirty and weird after. I drunkenly took my makeup off and wondered if everyone enjoyed sex bc I didn’t think I did. I can’t tell you when it turned volatile exactly but he was porn brained, once we started having sex sex he told me about his kinks and we would try them, unsafely with no safe word, no foreplay, no after cuddles. I felt like a sex toy, and by this point id moved in full time because my parents didn’t want me at home. I don’t think I had a real orgasm the entire time, maybe a few times when I didn’t look at his face and fantasized about other men/women. Then he started to like slap me without warning in sex, or choke me incorrectly while my face turned purple. It was like violent things were the only things he could get off too. I felt like I was complacent but curious, I’d explore being “kinky”, is this what that was? We had such frequent aggressive sex, i had such low esteem just to feel desired made me tolerate a lot more than I should’ve. He started calling me a bitch and then the disrespect trickled into our real life as soon as I moved in. He knew I was more or less powerless and I didn’t have the esteem to leave. He would nit pick everything about me, and on top of that he was gross! I would tell him to stop being such a pig and a slob but he just told everyone I was a nag. Him and his alcoholic mom would gang up on me when he and I argued. I remember wanting to leave and every time I did the love bombing would continue, I wanted to be loved so badly… he would have sex with me when I was too fucked up to say yes, he would get off to me crying or gagging or choking, he liked to hit me. He liked anal sex. He liked calling me a bitch and being extremely rough. This was like… my only sex experiences so far. Then the rumors are that im kinky, im daddy issues, im slutty … it didn’t feel good and i felt trapped. I thought i had no other place to turn.
While a lot of those things could be considered sexual coercion rape (like anytime he was horny he expected sex and would threaten to kick me out if I didn’t) the times he actually raped me were terrible.
One time when we had argued at his house and i broke up with him he overpowered me in a physical fight ripped my clothes off and started fucking me, I went numb. Dissociated so hard I stayed the night just staring at the wall. He locked me in his room and wouldn’t let me leave many times, he told everyone I was crazy and left me with very few friends
He asked for anal and I said ok let’s try, he wasn’t gentle and he didn’t stop when I said no or slow down. He just kept fucking me roughly, it was like he got off to me hurting, similarly the first time we did anal the same thing happened except he used tingling lube that made it burn all the worse. My asshole tore and bled every time.
Made me blow him for 40+ minutes until my knees bled from the rough floor
He was having sex with me and I wanted to stop, he choked me until I was losing consciousness and slapped me until my ears were ringing not even hitting my face but the side of my ear. He said it was hot when I cried.
I had taken xanax and fallen asleep in bed, I had taken very strong triple pressed Xanax and it might have been the first time I did it. Although I’ve done xans since and even after a year long break wasn’t this fucked up. Idk if it was laced but anyways. I was out and couldn’t wake up. He started fucking me while I was drugged, I said no no no and tried to push him weakly. It felt like knives in my vagina, I was wet with blood bc I was dry when he started jamming it in. I kept blacking in and out I said no stop no. He came in me. I woke up in a puddle of cum and blood. My shirt was torn my panties missing. I couldn’t believe if it was real I felt like throwing up, dry heaved and nothing came out bc I didn’t eat for days. It hurt to pee, I had to strain. I still have to focus to pee now. Blood was on the tissue paper after. I immediately took a Xanax I couldn’t handle processing what happened, I didn’t have another place to stay for the next 2 weeks. I didn’t want to ask for help. I don’t remember much of that week I was doing so many drugs to numb the pain, he fucked me other times but I didn’t feel it or react. I wasn’t in my own body. I wasn’t even me anymore I was so damaged by the experience. Paralyzed. I ended up dumping him at a coffee shop during winter break, he violently raped me maybe two weeks prior. I’d spent time with my friends and out of state family mentally preparing to dump him. He said it was cool bc he wanted to fuck other girls anyways. I felt dirty and used up. I’d just let this ugly troll man abuse me for years, we were together for 2 years.
A week later I dropped out of school, partied every night, moved into a trap house, started dating my current bf I’ve been with for 6 years now.
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Updates from these past few weeks!
I started my DBT group and I’ve really enjoyed it so far, I think it’s going to be very helpful.
Two friends came over after school and we spent most of the time eating microwave food but it was nice to spend time with them outside of school.
I did a lot of writing for a DECA assignment, we’re in our social media marketing unit and I planned 30 days of Instagram content.
I ate lunch with two friends, a freshmen and a sophomore, they didn’t know each other so I introduced them.
It was Sara’s birthday on the 3rd so we celebrated that by going to a restaurant. It was a super good local family-owned restaurant, one of our favorites. We brought our dog in a backpack carrier and we met the owner which was super cool because the restaurant had won many awards and had been around for a long time. He got to meet my dog and we talked a bit.
I had work and did chores.
I had a crisis intervention person come to my house to work with me, it was something that I was referred to after I had gotten out of the hospital. We reviewed how the past week had been and planned who got to be out and when so we could use our self-care. She said she's glad that the DBT group has been going well, she gave me her phone number and told her to text or call if I needed her, and I'm meeting with her once a week for the next few months to work through things that come up.
I had a meeting for ANSR (association for nonsmokers Minnesota) and we talked about Day at the Capital which is on March 5th. We’ll talk with state legislators about ending the sale of flavored tobacco. We reviewed the hook, line, sinker method. The hook is your introduction, your name, where you’re from, your grade, your association. The line is explaining why it’s important to you that the sale of flavored tobacco ends. The sinker is when we ask them if they’re with us in signing the end of the sale of flavored tobacco.
I’m also making posters with coping skills to hang up in the bathrooms. There’s an escape the vape video challenge run by the Minnesota Department of Public Health, it’s for teenagers to make a creative 30 second video convincing their peers to stop vaping or not to start in the first place. My friend and I came up with some great ideas and we planned to film it today but my mom said I had to cancel having her over because I didn’t get my homework done and I also called into work yesterday because I was barely able to get any sleep and was way too tired to function and perform and that’s not okay. We’ll find another time to film it and this time I’ll try to have my assignments in and make sure I’m going to work.
One of my friends shared that their mom was being very mean, rude, inappropriate, and emotionally abusive to them. They said that their mom said that all Liv does is lie, that’s all they are and all they do, she doesn’t even know who they are anymore and she doesn’t want to know, she doesn’t want a relationship with them, and basically called them worthless in a bunch of ways. I was there to support them and empathize with them, I told them that’s not okay for her to do and say and it wasn’t their fault, they didn’t do anything wrong, but it’s completely valid to be very hurt because what she did and said was very hurtful and they don’t deserve that, even if they did lie about something, which they didn’t even do. I told them that they deserve a safe, loving, stable, supportive mom, and I’m so sorry they don’t get that.
It was Waffle Wednesday, which is one Wednesday a month when the theater kids sell gluten-free dairy-free waffles to fundraise for theater, choir, and prom, so Liv and I got some waffles. They were good for being dairy-free gluten-free waffles. When I was in DBT, I shared that I had been singing to cope, and the group leader asked what I had been singing. I said my favorite artists were Tate McRae, Ava Max, Sara Kays, and Kenya Grace, and the other DBT participants really loved those artists too! So we bonded over that.
I got food from the food shelf at school because my mom had the biggest presentation of the year with the CEO this week and she didn’t have time to cook. I got pancake mix and made pancakes and felt competent.
My school is selling flowers for Valentine’s Day. You can buy flowers for people and write them notes, so I bought ten flowers and they’ll go to eight friends and two friendly acquaintances. I got one of my best friends a little box of lavender vanilla scented body care products at Bath and Body Works because she gave me some lavender lotion for Christmas.
There’s been a series of incidents happening at school with a girl who is immature and disrespectful and up to no good, I’m not going to explain the situation right now because it stresses me out but I met with a BI (behavioral interventionist) and explained everything, all context for the whole situation. But before I did that I introduced myself because I hadn’t formally met this BI before and I explained that I come into this with respect and I am not looking for trouble I’m trying to prevent it and I don’t want drama I want the drama to end because I don’t have time or space in my life for drama.
I went through the notes I took. He said he loves my personality and this was the first time we had sat down and talked but he says I’m very mature for my age and he wants me to always keep that about me because there are few people who are in the realm of understanding that I am and coming from the place that I am coming from and he loves when students advocate for themselves like I am doing and that I am very good with my words and he loves my vibe and values and what I stand for. That really made my day and made me feel special.
-Everett
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Today meeting with my church cell group, so Satanist is being on the waiting list again... or i might go off topic and end up just writing about stuff im upset about.
So MUNA!! and Skatie. Kind of Girl💕 I love how before they start the song they will alway dedicate it to their trans and queer fans, it makes me feel this little kind of joy and safety. For their Greek theater performance, they even got the trans choir of LA to perform with them!! that gonna sounds so special!
Kind of Girl to be is an ode to self-love and self-acceptance. It is the work you put in to heal yourself so you get to love the people around you better. it is where you talk gently to yourself. As a girlie who had combined ADHD in the early 2000s in a catholic girls school let's say that was an experience, endless complaints to parents, being caned, being told if i just behaved i would have friends, having my teacher tell other class I was crazy, being prayed over that i will be healed.
So Kind of girl to me is leaning to use healing instead of fixing, to not punish myself when my brain decides it is a wonky day, to maybe laugh a bit louder, and dance to Silk Chiffon with my Blahaj. To take my joy as they come and accept that that is the kind of girl that i am.
Also it is laughing everytime Katie sings work in the garden, because of Katie adventures in gardening, where there was lead in the soil, many many many injuries and tears and calling Naomi. Im SO SO sorry for laughing Katie, but your gardening just isn't very smooth sailing. Maybe thats another point, to just do what i want and would like to even if it wasn't the most smooth sailing journey.
So sorry about the essay... ❤️ U
Sorry I took so long to get to this! I never get ask notifications 🫠
Kind of Girl is such a special song, it really is about self acceptance and love and learning to be kind to yourself. Your analysis of it makes total sense to me, you can’t give from an empty cup; you can’t give love to others if you’re unable to give love to yourself. It’s not about changing yourself, it’s about having the patience and self love to be able to be gentle with yourself and take the time to heal.
I’m sorry your experience was like that, it’s truly unfair how neurodivergent kids were and still are treated. Nothing was wrong with you and nothing is wrong. I’m glad you are able to now lean into healing yourself and embracing your neurodivergence instead. Find joy where you can, be patient with yourself, change the way you do things if they aren’t working for you. You’re doing wonderful 💖
Katie and her garden 😭 she has had her mishaps for sure. I hope now she’s more careful, it makes me laugh whenever she sings that part too
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During his studies, he was awarded with the Rector’s Award in 2010 (for new project “DuLuM”), as well as with the Dean’s Award in 2012 (as an assistant conductor in the production of Bizet’s opera Carmen). In 2013 he conducted a performance of Stravinsky’s opera Le rossingol. He continue to collaborate with the Academy of Music in Zagreb from 2016 on, as an Assistant professor (Conducting studies and Sight reading), as well as a conductor of the new production of Massenet’s opera Cendrillon in March 2020. Since 2013 he was a member of the team at Croatian National Theatre in Zagreb, firstly as a Répétiteur, later as a Studienleiter. As an assistant conductor, he made 10 productions for the theater: Les vêpres siciliennes, Don Carlo, Madama Butterfly, Turandot and Gurre-Lieder, just to name a few. He conducted performances of operas such as Don Pasquale, Mimi and Equinox. From September 2019, he is a member of Staatstheater am Gärtnerplatz in Munich, where he had his german debut in March 2021. He is a conductor and an artistic director for three ensembles: Vocal baroque ensemble Projekt Lazarus (with concerts in Rome, Vienna, Venice, Varaždin, Zadar and many more), Chamber opera company “Opera bb” (with two premieres: Die Lustige Witwe in 2017 and Die Fledermaus in 2019) and Chamber ensemble “Col legno” (with contemporary repertoire performed at many festivals in Zagreb, Cres and Rovinj).
Hello, dear Darijan and welcome in our Conductors of the future rubric! We are very happy to have the chance to get to know you better and to talk with you about your path & the beautiful world of opera. First of all, please, tell us about how everything started for you, about your musical journey.
Dear OperaCharm Team, it is a great pleasure having this opportunity to talk with you all present myself and my work to a wider audience. I’ve been living with music since very early age. My older sister is a concert pianist and I had often been present while she’d practiced at home and my father always mention that I’ve been humming with her and sometimes even correcting some mistakes even before I started to play piano myself – so, there was a conductor somewhere inside even then I’ve started to work with my first piano teacher around my 7th birthday in my small hometown Novska (Croatia) and piano is always near me and I think it will be my whole life the basis of my musicianship, but with time I’ve realized that I like to make music with my friends and colleagues more and more… In that sense, I’ve gathered a few friends and started my own choir during my high school. After graduation in both piano and music theory, I moved to Zagreb, where I studied conducting and eventually got my MA Diploma in 2014.
In 2011 you started your professional career as an assistant conductor in the production of Bizet’s Carmen, how was it for you? What is it like to have the chance, as a young conductor, to assist & be a part of the musical creation process?
Except for living with classical music, mostly repertoire for piano solo in my youth, I’ve always been interested in wide range of music, going from arrangements for all kinds of ensembles (from chamber choir to symphonic orchestra) to even playing pop music in a few different groups. Somehow, opera as a form got to my attention quite late, i.e. during my studies in Zagreb. That was really the so-called “A-ha moment” when I felt really like I got “infused” with some kind of a drug I could never get rid of. All joking aside, that was really a great pleasure to assist my professor at the time and get the chance to be included in all stops on the way of making an opera production – from the very first coaching and lessons, learning the roles with singers to conducting staging rehearsals with soloists and full chorus. That experience was and still is crucial for all projects that came later. I’ve had an opportunity to find a way of giving my best working patiently with singers on all needed skills within a goal of
performing his/her best, from mastering most of languages of operatic repertoire to sing other parts, that still makes me happy to this very day.
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Oglebay Institute's Parcel Players Auditions Upcoming
It’s once again time for some of the Upper Ohio Valley’s best and brightest up-and-coming thespians and practitioners of stage and tech craft to showcase their talents.
Oglebay Institute’s Parcel Players are hosting auditions for this summer season’s two productions—Clue: The Play by Sandy Rustin and “Little Shop of Horrors” by Alan Menken and Howard Ashman.
While the curtain will rise on the two productions on July 13-16 and August 3-6, respectively, auditions are set for Tuesday and Wednesday upcoming at 7 p.m. at OI’s Towngate Theatre in Center Wheeling.
Started back in 1967 by then artistic director Hal O’Leary, the Parcel Players morphed into its current iteration as an avenue for youth (ages 13-21) to get their theatrical feet wet.
“This is the longest-running program that Towngate has,” said Tim Thompson, Oglebay Institute’s Director of Performing Arts. “When the venue at Oglebay burned down in 1965, Hal talked the railroad station down near where the amphitheater is today by the river and they let him use the baggage and parcel room, hence the Parcel Players.
“When Towngate opened in the former church, that’s when the Parcel Players became the high school program that it is today.”
What sets the Parcel Players’ productions apart from other performances in the Ohio Valley is it is entirely done by students, except for directing and designing.
OI hired two local directors to head up the productions—Daniel Loh will be directing Clue. Loh, himself, is a former Parcel Player. Handling the director’s chair for Little Shop will be Erin Gallagher Bond, currently the choir teacher at Linsly, serving as the director of the school’s annual Extravaganza. Dave Henderson and P.D. Gregg serve in their respective capacities as design and technical directors.
“The students will have the opportunity to be in the play, work as stage manager, run the lights and the sound, help with the set, get props, find costumes,” Thompson said. “This is their chance to go in any aspect they want to explore.”
Fun, Experience, and Commitment
Players amidst the production of Godspell at Towngate Theatre.
Auditions are open to any interested student ages 13-21.
While many Parcel Players throughout the years have come up through the ranks of Oglebay Institute’s summer acting camps and classes, participation in those is not a prerequisite for auditioning.
In fact, experience in stage acting is not a prerequisite either. While it may help, Thompson explained it’s not unheard of for a newbie to the theater to audition, land a role, excel, and open up a whole new world of interests.
Thompson would know. He’s just such a case.
“That’s what happened to me,” Thompson admitted. “I was an athlete in high school and my friends talked me into a play, and I love it and ended up doing it for the rest of my life.
“Even wanting to do theater for a career is not a prerequisite for participating. Because you’re playing another person, you get to learn empathy, you learn how your body and voice work, and you’re collaborating with a group of people you don’t necessarily know from school.
“We do two things. We help hone skills for young people who may want to go into the theater or discover that they want to, but also, it’s just for people who want to try it out. It’s not a career choice for them, and it doesn’t have to be. They can just enjoy it.”
There will be plenty of rehearsal time for those that are involved, whether it’s just in one of the productions, or for the young people aspiring to be a part of both the play and the musical, which is an option.
Thompson noted that typically if 20 students try out, there may be around half that just want to do one or the other, while the rest are interested in both.
Rehearsal times will run generally in the evenings from Sunday through Thursday, with Fridays and Saturdays kept free so students are able to work or go do other things. There are roughly six weeks of rehearsals for the play, while the musical will feature another two weeks in addition.
“This is the place to get experience,” Thompson said. “We have people who have never done anything walk in, and we help them find their niche. We also have people who have done plays at school and want something to perform in the summer.
“We’re very unique in that respect.”
The Parcel Players previously put on a production of Godspell.
Playing the Roles
The are other production houses in the Ohio Valley that also put on summer theater or musicals. But those open auditions are for all ages, and you’ll generally see adults playing adult parts and teenagers playing teenagers.
The Parcel Players allow teenagers to flex their acting chops and branch out into more complex, adult roles.
Case in point, the play Clue is based on the 1985 feature film starring Tim Curry as Wadsworth, Madeline Kahn as Mrs. White, Christopher Lloyd as Professor Plum, Eileen Brennan as Mrs. Peacock, Michael McKean as Mr. Green, Martin Mull as Colonel Mustard, and Lesley Ann Warren as Miss Scarlet.
It’s a dark comedy game of who-done-it, fittingly also based upon the beloved board game of the same name.
Given the film came out in 1985, there’s a chance not all interested auditioning parties have seen the film, which may come in handy. Tim Curry’s iconic take as Wadsworth would be nigh impossible to replicate, nor should it be. Thompson believes those auditioning should give their own interpretation of the role and not try to copy Curry or any of the other stars of the film.
“If you’re trying to be Tim Curry, or Ellen Greene in Little Shop, that’s a tall order. They are icons,” Thompson said. “But watching can give an actor the idea of what the story is and what the style is, but when it comes to the part.”
For more information visit Oglebay Institute’s Towngate Theatre on Facebook.
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Haven’t had a good pity party in a while (personal vent incoming)
When I was in high school, I was really into photography. It was the one medium I excelled in compared to my friends who were better at other kinds of art.
I always felt ostracized because I wasn’t talented in the ways they were and while they got constant praise and admiration for their work, I rarely got any.
When our photography unit came up in our graphics class, I thought for sure I was going to finally get to shine. Only for my group of friends to denounce photography as a valid art form and make fun of me for even considering it to be so. Then, they turned around and bought expensive cameras to use and “didn’t even have to try” to win awards for their photos. I was the only person in that small class to not receive an award for my work.
The only art award I ever got was my junior year for a “self-portrait” of kinds. We were all given a foam head and told to make it into us in an unconventional manner. I was very proud of my piece but when I received it, my friends didn’t even congratulate me as they’d all won multiple awards at that point.
For my senior art show, no one showed up for me. None of my friends or family that weren’t already there (either in the class or for other people) came. My mom chose to stay home.
I was one of the strongest and most talented singers in our choir but was always passed up for solo opportunities because “the section would struggle without [me]”. I was one of the only people who never got to go to State for my Solo & Ensemble performances. I always seemed to get the picky judges, I was told. My mom only ever came to one of my events in my 7 years participating.
When it came to theater, I was constantly passed up for opportunities because our directors were biased. I didn’t get my first official role until my last show my senior year, where I only had a few lines as a minor character. My parents never showed up for any of my performances.
I always felt invalidated by these experiences and that eventually lead to me not even wanting to do anything art related. No matter how much I missed it.
I’m gonna paint tonight. And share some photography.
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