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peachsukii · 3 months

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Hello! I was wondering if I could request a balugou or Todoroki x reader helping reader grieve their father. Their father died unexpectedly, and even years later they haven’t processed grief a lot yet. Like some days they’ll be fine, then something will remind them of their dad, or randomly in the middle of the night they’ll cry when they realize they lost their father. If not, totally okay! Love your work so so much!

omg anon, absolutely! i (unfortunately) have a lot of feelings about grief and have no problem talking/writing about it as i find it therapeutic. i super appreciate the respectful approach and thank you for reading my work! supporting my little fleeting thoughts brings me more warmth than you know. 😭💗 i am gonna choose bakugo over the two of them since i don’t think i could do todoroki well enough, hope that’s okay!!

lost in the echo 『 ♡ 』 bakugo x fem!reader ⇢ it all happened so fast - one moment, your family is happy and healthy. the next? it's broken and in disarray, loss shattering your whole world. in a world of super heroes, people often forget just how painfully human they are when sickness strikes.

꒰ tags & content ꒱ heavy talks of grief (parent's passing), talks of self harm/substance abuse (drugs/alcohol), talks of cancer/illness & hospitals | major emotional hurt/comfort, eventual fluff, sprinkles of angst about being perceived while grieving, soft bakugo, reader’s best friends are bakugo and mina, bakugo’s secretly crushing on reader, “happy ending,” characters are 18+ ꒰ cross posted to ao3 | wc; -1.5k ꒱ -`✧ katsuki bakugo masterlist

☆ inspired by "neon grave" by dayseeker ☆

⋆ ˚ʚɞ — just a general note to please, please mind the tags for this fic. it's not dark content, per se, but it deals with heavy subject matter (descriptive self destructive habits & harm) and could be upsetting for some. much love for you all! ♡

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“This party sucks,” you whine, leaning on Mina’s shoulder. “Monoma’s drinks are weak as hell.”

Mina pats your head and exhales dramatically. “Might be time to call it a night, babe. It’s almost midnight, and they’re weak cause you’ve downed six cups.”

You roll your eyes. “Whatever.”

The two of you had been invited by some of the class 3B students to hang out in their dorms over the weekend, AKA drink and bullshit the night away. Months ago, you wouldn’t have been caught dead at any of these parties, but nowadays? You were looking for any way to silence the nagging voice in your head. Mina tagged along, mostly to keep an eye on you since none of your other classmates attended said parties. She’d been on her phone most of the night, texting and scrolling in the corner as you knocked back drinks.

“Who the fuck are you texting?” Your words came out acidic, but that wasn’t your intention. The alcohol was beginning to sink in, stirring the emotions in your chest. It was Russian Roulette, you never knew which one would be loaded in the chamber and ready to fire.

Mina clicked her tongue at your tone, raising her eyebrows. “Why do you care?”

Ah, that was code for “I’m texting Bakugo updates on how you’re doing because we’re worried for your wellbeing.”

Logically, you knew they just cared about you. You’d had a tough couple of months - nothing crazy, just that your dad fucking died and tragically lost his battle against cancer.

The news wasn’t easy to hear, let alone digest, the longer it sat with you back when your mom first broke the news. Cancer. One of the most gut churning words in any language. The sheer mention of the term is enough to make anyone’s hairs stand on end, especially when it’s applied to someone you love and care about.

Fluorescent orange bottles lined your kitchen counter back home, multitudes of medication prescribed to keep your dad in a haze while his body decayed. They taunted you, a constant reminder of the grim reality your family was stuck in. You’ve memorized the smell of the hospital, too - that faint stench of death mixed with cleaning supplies. Late nights in the glow of vending machines of the ER lobby and long days spent listening to nurses drone on about hope and miracles. They even had the gall to give you and your mom false hope, declaring he was in remission one week before he died.

You shake your head to rid yourself of the memories, pissed off that even in your buzzed state of mind, all of it was crystal clear. Mina gives you a quizzical stare, realizing that you haven’t heard hear her talking to you the last few minutes.

“We’re leaving,” she exclaims, grabbing your wrist. You tug it from her grasp and chug the rest of the drink in your hand, tossing the now empty cup to the floor.

“Fuck off, Mina! I know you’ve been talking with Katsuki all night. You two treat me like I’m a fragile little bitch!” You yell, waving your arms for dramatic effect. At this point, she’s used to your combative outbursts. She knows you’re grieving, but goddamn, she wanted to smack the shit out of you when you got like this.

“Suit yourself, I’m goin’ to bed.” And with that, she leaves.

Mina actually walks out and leaves you.

You storm to the door, throwing it open and pursuing her down the hallway of the Class B dorms.

“Minaaa!” You call after her, slurring the latter half of her name. She’s got her phone to her ear as she cocks her head to the side, acknowledging she heard you but isn’t listening.

You’re not proud of what you’re about to do.

Sprinting to catch up to her, you take the phone out of her hand from behind, the screen blinking the caller ID briefly - Bakugo. A sinister cackle escapes you while bringing the phone to your ear.

“Katsuki fuckin’ Bakugo. You and Mina are the fucking worst. Why can’t you just let me self destruct, huh?!” The rage bubbling in your guts was too strong to ignore. The metaphorical gun was loaded, and unfortunately for Bakugo, he was the target.

“You treat me like I’m some weak-ass bitch. Just ‘cause my dad fuckin’ died doesn’t mean shit! I’m not a goddamn child, Katsuki!” Your voice cracks over the word ‘child.’

“Treating me like a kid is rich coming from you, ya know. Hah!”

Mina attempts to grab the phone from you, but fails when you duck out of her reach, dancing down the hall away from her. Bakugo still hasn’t said a word back to you.

“The guy who treated sweet little Midoriya like shit for no reason, bullied him over a fuckin’ non-existent grudge. You’re the goddamn poster child of a shitty friend.”

“Y/N, ENOUGH!” Mina screeches, ripping the phone from your hand. She turns away from you while raising the phone to her ear once more.

“I’m sorry Baku-“ Mina’s interrupted by soft snivels. She could tell he tried to hide it - you made him cry.

“Hey, she’s just drunk and being an asshole. She doesn’t mean it,” she whispers. “Get to bed, I’ve kept you up long enough.” Mina hangs up the phone and turns her attention back to you. She doesn’t say a word - her eyes tell you how disappointed she is with your actions.

You quietly sulk behind her back to the Class A dorms, reveling in the guilt of your actions.

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Monday comes along and you still haven't said two words to Bakugo. Admittedly, you're ashamed of yourself and don't have the courage to apologize right now. It wasn’t the first time you’ve gotten into a small tiff, it always goes back to normal. You’re sure this’ll pass and he’ll just talk to you again…right?

But he doesn’t.

Classes wrap for the day and he leaves homeroom without looking your way.

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The silence in your dorm room is starting to drive you mad, not having a decent enough distraction for the endless loop of thoughts circling in your mind. You wander into the bathroom and lazily open your medicine cabinet. A set of translucent orange bottles occupied the bottom shelf - you’d taken them from home, stealing your dead dad’s various medications. A pang of guilt stabs you in the gut while you shuffle through them. You had zero idea what most of these pills even did, but if it got you high? Who fucking cares.

You’re about to dump a few in your hand when something stops you, dropping the tablets onto the floor.

What the fuck?

“Dad…?” You speak aloud, knowing full well how fucking insane you sound for thinking your father’s ghost smacked the medicine out of your hand. As expected, there is no response, just dead air. You scurry back to your bed, grabbing for your phone. Instinctively, you’re about to click Bakugo’s name when your eyes fall on the time: 11:56PM.

You call him anyways.

After a few rings, the line picks up and you hear shuffling before he verbally answers.

“…Hey.”

“Uhh, hi. Sorry for waking you.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Can you come to my room?”

There’s a pause.

“Yeah.”

“Thank you. Door's open.”

The line ends with a click.

A minute or two later, your dorm room door cracks open, Bakugo stepping inside and closing it quietly behind him. He hesitantly makes his way over to the bed and sits beside you.

“Y’okay?”

“I almost took some pills. Something stopped me, though and I didn’t.” Shame creeps through you as you're acknowledging the destructive behavior for the first time in months.

“…I’m glad you ditched ‘em.”

Another pause.

“I’m sorry for the other night.”

Bakugo inhales deeply before shifting his gaze to the floor. “Yeah. ‘S fine.”

Obviously, it was not fine.

“Katsuki, seriously. I’m sorry for being an asshole.” You place a hand on his shoulder. “I don’t deserve to have you here right now.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t say shit like that. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t wanna be.”

The two of you sit in silence for what feels like an eternity.

Bakugo speaks up first. “Why’d you call me over? Y’coulda told me about the pills over the phone.”

Your eyes begin to well with tears, overcome with emotions that you'd been withholding for too long.

"I miss my dad," You say between hiccupped sobs. "I don't know what to do...it fucking hurts."

Bakugo doesn't hesitate to pull you close, awkwardly throwing his arms around you. "I know."

Everything comes pouring out of you, every single emotion that you've shoved away into the imaginary closet in your head since the funeral. No matter how many times you tell him that he can leave, he doesn't. He stays with you the entire night, laying beside you as you cry yourself to sleep.

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When you stir awake the next morning, Bakugo's arm is securely hooked around your waist as he's peacefully resting behind you. You give him a light shake to wake him up.

"Mornin'," he grunts, sleepily opening one eye. "How ya feelin'?"

Honestly? You felt...okay.

"Good, I think. Better than I have in awhile," you say, rolling over to face him. "Thank you. I'm sorry again for-"

Unexpectedly, his lips are on yours, silencing your apology. You let out a squeak before melting into the warmth he offers, tugging on your waist to pull you closer to him. He breaks the kiss long enough to mumble, “Forget about all that. Just shut up and kiss me, dammit.”

You can’t help but feel guilty about his affection, how you didn’t think you deserved it after treating him so horribly. All Bakugo wanted to do was be there for you when you pushed him, and Mina, away.

“But…why now?” You ask while pulling away, perplexed at how casual he’s being about all of this.

He just shakes his head, grin plastered on his smug face. “Cause I don’t like seein’ you cry. And Mina may or may not have blabbed about a certain drunken rant ya went on about me.”

What the hell was he…oh. Ohhhh.

Dammit Mina!

“What did she tell you?!” You blurt out, covering your face with your hands. Bakugo grabs your wrists, pulling your hands away from your flared cheeks as he laughs.

“She didn’t say shit, but now I wanna hear it.”

You smack him playfully in the arm, huffing as you turn over. He scoots up and lays his head behind yours on the pillow.

“I care about you, idiot. That’s why. Do I need another reason?”

You close your eyes, a smile settling on your lips as you grab his hand, moving back to snuggle closer to him.

“No. That’s good enough for me.”

The pain in your heart momentarily subsides and offers you a glimpse of hope.

Things will get easier, no matter how dark it is.

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raayllum · 10 months

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so if/when runaan is uncoined, how do you think Callum and Ezran will prosses it? cause we know Ez definitely has some unresolved anger towards him, and Callum is very conflicted about Runaan. I'd just like your two cents on how they would interact at first, and possibly in the future.

*hoists up a 146k+ long fic* how much time you got?

[ Sidenote: granted, some of the fic is different than where it's gone in canon, largely Callum being 100% devoted in getting the parents back, but struggling hard with Runaan upon his de-coining significantly moreso than Ez, who in this version has had 4 years with his grief and 4 years of getting to know Ethari as well. But for being written in Jan 2020, not bad, I think. ]

In all seriousness: I think Ezran's lack of connection to Rayla's past (never been to the Silvergrove, never met Ethari) and his harsher reaction to Harrow's death, especially given Callum's automatic positive reaction to the coins in 5x04 (including Runaan!), means that they're gonna go for a contrast with the broyals. It seems that in his closeness with Zubeia, Ezran's heaped a lot of the blame onto Runaan (which makes sense on a certain level - Zubeia didn't know about Zym's survival, Runaan did and went through with shit anyway) because well... It's always gonna be easier to compartmentalize. It's always gonna be easier to just hate someone who's dead.

Until they're not.

I also think Runaan could be a catalyst for a lot of wonderfully messy 'uglier' Ezran emotions (resentment towards Callum and Rayla keeping something from him again; the burden of ruling he only has because of Runaan; impatience with people not willing to consider ending the Cycle, ironically leading him to perpetuate it a bit, etc etc) and god I am so fucking excited for that. And a bonus Harrow-Viren parallel conflict with Callum, generations wise? Chef's kiss. Delicious. Give it to me

To me, I don't think Callum is even really thinking about "this is the man that murdered my father" (which he did in Through the Moon during a brief argument with Rayla, and then realized he needed to give space for her grief, too) so much as "This is Rayla's dad and someone she loves."

In his short story Inheritance he couldn't even hold the bow without immediately freaking out, and we see it ignite a similar sort of panic in 5x01, but by the end of the episode he's brought the bow into his room to hold onto it for her and hands it to her outright. He's willing to mix his magic with it and trust it (and her wielding it) to defend him.

So for Callum I think he'll be snarkily done with Runaan if the man is unremorseful / hostile but not willing to or wanting to pick too many fights with him in front of Rayla. (I also have a lot of thoughts and feelings about Callum ultimately realizing that Runaan's eventual awkward form of parenting/looking out for him -- once Runaan's gotten over his anti-human shit -- does remind him of Harrow as a father, but that is delved into Much better slowburn wise in the fic linked above).

For Ezran, who's younger and has largely been bottling this anger up, I think he might be harsher and more resistant to undoing the coins, but might have an easier time once he can see and get to know Runaan as a person (because once that's clicked into place, Ezran's empathy knows little to no bounds) and well, Ez loves Rayla too! They're all family. It's just... complicated

That said the fact that my 2019 political trio theory has now structurally also come back to me is Hysterical and what I'm holding onto above all else tbh

#coin theory #broyals #brotp: we're in this together #tdp runaan #let ezran be messy #s5 spoilers #s6 speculation #thanks for asking #anonymous #fic: if time is money #tdp spoilers #the dragon prince #tdp

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 3 months

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The Other Evans Girl [Part Twenty Four]

Fandom: Harry Potter [Marauder’s Era]

Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Female Character, Sirius Black x Daisy Evans, James Potter x Lily Evans

Characters: Sirius Black, Original Female Character, Daisy Evans, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Alice Fortescue, Frank Longbottom, Marlene McKinnon, Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix LeStrange, Walburga Black, Orion Black, Jasper Thicknesse, Barty Crouch Jr, Mulciber, Walden McNair

Word Count: 2092

Rating: Mature

Summary: Hogwarts is a safe haven, a home for many, but it’s often a place where heartache, love and complex emotions dwell and none know that better than the Marauders. Lily Evans just wants to make it out as a successful witch though the oncoming war and the ongoing advances of James Potter threaten that. Daisy Evans, her twin, has other goals. Join the Evans sisters as they make their way through Hogwarts, prepare for war and eventually find love.

Tags/ Warnings: Hogwarts, Friends, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Marauder’s Era, Teenage Angst, Babies, Weddings, Dating, Crying, Loss of Virginity, First Wizarding War, Love, Kissing, Teenagers, James Potter is a bit of a dick, Hogsmeade, 1970s, Fighting, Loss of Parents, Grief, Babies, Injuries, Gore, Harm, Christmas, The Potter’s Mansion // Daisy’s Dress // NYE Lily’s Dress // NYE Daisy’s Dress // Lily’s Ring // Daisy’s Ring

Notes: Okay so I’ve been working on updating this and I’ve finally gone through all the chapters already written before I start writing more. It’s changed a lot so I’ve decided it’s just better to completely re-upload it.

If you want tagging let me know

LINK TO AO3 // LINK TO PINTEREST // LINK TO ALL PARTS

With Lily now at the help ironing out the details regarding recruiting others didn’t take too long. She was the perfect mix of logic and empathy that made the others see the cause which meant that by the end of the week they had gotten Alice, Marlene, and Frank on board and were eyeing up the possibility of convincing some more Gryffindors to join them at a later point. And, eager to get started they all decided there was no better time than Halloween to have their first meeting given that they shouldn’t be disturbed as everyone would be dining in the great hall. The only problem would be getting away. There was no chance that they could not attend or try to leave the feast at any point because as soon as McGonagall spotted so many of her students were absent she’d for sure come looking for them. So, what they needed was a distraction and whilst Lily had been a great help getting people on board and researching defensive tactics and hexes she wasn’t a prank mastermind. This called for the Marauders.

As Halloween rolled in and excitement started to build throughout the student body for the feast Daisy felt nervous. She didn’t know if it was the nerves of being caught or excitement of finally feeling as though she was doing something useful but whatever it was lingered inside her, not disappearing as Sirius nodded at her from where he was sitting way up the table, reassuring her they were set even though they’d decided to split into two groups. She nodded back to him and then turned away, trying to ignore the sickly feeling inside her as Lily slipped into her seat beside her looking just as nervous. In fact they seemed to be the only subdued students in the room, the entire hall abuzz with excitement as they prepared for the feast. In terms of eating Daisy never found Halloween much different, she thought the elves always did a great job, but the atmosphere was different as after eating they were all allowed to stay, to mingle with their friends and other students instead of being shepherded back to their common rooms or into quiet public spaces.

As the last couple of people sat down McGonagall stood up, causing the entire crowd to shush, and then gestured to Dumbledore who rose from his seat and thanked her with a kind smile before he said, ‘students. Thank you all for taking the time to join us on what promises to be another fulfilling Halloween night. It has been said before that I am a man of few words, alas, that is true especially when there is food and fun to be had. Tuck in.’

And with a flurry of his hands, food appeared in droves on the long tables and chatter arose once more as the students started their meal. Though as she loaded her plate up with a hot dog and some pumpkin pie Daisy couldn’t help but allow her gaze to shift down to James who was sitting next to Sirius who busy chatting to Remus across the table. From beside her she felt Lily’s gaze follow to where her sister was now watching the messy haired boy check his watch, the plate in her hand all but forgotten. Now that there was two of them ogling him he seemed to feel the weight of their gaze and looked up which made Lily turn away quickly, though not fast enough that both James and Daisy couldn’t see the tinge of pink on her cheeks. When she looked back at him he had a gigantic grin on his face which made her roll her eyes. Then as discreetly as she could she tapped her wrist, hoping he’d get her meaning, which fortunately he did, mouthing, ‘ten minutes,’ at her before turning back to whatever the boys were talking about. Daisy felt those nerves return. Whatever they had planned was happening soon and in an effort not to dwell on the anticipation Daisy decided to make the most of her chance to eat something and she scarfed down her entire plate so quickly she could feel a lump in her chest.

‘You’re going to make yourself sick,’ Lily said as Daisy crammed in another mouthful of pie. Lily, ever the prim and proper sister, was delicately lapping at her pea soup seemingly unbothered by the time limit. ‘Need-eat-quick,’ Daisy said her mouth full. Lily scrunched up her face in disgust. ‘You’re such a pig,’ she said before dropping her voice to a whisper, ‘besides how do you expect to practice hexes and spells that might throw you about with half a pie in your gob.’ ‘Fair point,’ Daisy said, instantly chewing slower. As she finished her second piece of pie and dropped her fork onto her plate there was an echoing thud.

And then another one.

And another.

As a curious look swept across the faculty the source of the noise then became apparent. There was another thud as a small pumpkin landed on the table in front of Dumbledore. It was raining pumpkins. Whilst students started ducking for cover the staff went into a flurry of panic, trying to stop the onslaught of raining pumpkins to no avail. Children started rising from the tables, trying to get away from what was now becoming a heavy downpour of all sizes of squash, and giggles and screams could be heard as the stone floor turned orange, blanketed underneath a layer of pumpkin rain.

‘Everybody remain calm,’ McGonagall shrieked as she gestured for everyone to go into the entryway. Other staff hurried the children along too all except Dumbledore who merely chuckled to himself as he made his way gracefully out of the hall, even if he did have to navigate around many a squash. As the dregs of students left the room, leaving the staff to battle the continuing assault of falling pumpkins, they discovered that there wasn’t much room in the entry way, their classmates already spilling up onto stairs towards the courtyards, dungeons and dormitories. In all the commotion Daisy moved to the edge of the room, Lily and Marlene close behind her, surveying the carnage to see if there was chance to slip away. The boys were nowhere to be seen as were Frank and Alice, though Lily had leaned in to whisper they’d gone out a door in the great hall, Frank kindly helping the first year’s to safety having made them invisible to the teachers. All they had to do was head towards astronomy tower and seeing that all eyes were not in their direction, watching the teachers try and fail to get a handle on the chaos or on students who had been hit in the downpour, Daisy clasped her hand around Lily’s wrist to pull her away. Yet as she did McGonagall appeared, her beady eyes trained across the crowd no doubt looking for the Marauders and yet only finding Daisy’s. Daisy paused, trying to look as innocent as she could as her teacher’s gaze lingered on her only breaking as Peeves appeared overhead, flying above them with a gleeful shriek.

‘Little round pumpkins falling from the skies, You better run and cover your eyes, For when they fall all over the place, They’ll go splat all over your face!’

He giggled as he zoomed above them, throwing pumpkins of his own that he’d conjured, and realising that this was their best opportunity to dart Daisy yanked Lily who grabbed Marlene and followed her through an ajar door to the dungeons. Daisy ran down the steps as quickly as possible, her friends close behind, only slowing as she got to the bottom and found Alice and Frank waiting nervously.

‘You made it then,’ Alice giggled as the girls came into view. ‘Just about,’ Lily said with a sigh of relief. ‘I thought for sure McGonagall had caught us for the prank but I think she thinks it’s Peeves now,’ Daisy said. ‘Oh Minnie definitely thinks it’s Peeves now,’ Sirius said appearing from the other end of the corridor with Remus, James and Peter in tow. ‘Well at least we hope so,’ James said, ‘we gave him a big bag of sweets to take the blame.’ ‘So,’ Lily said cutting through James’ laughter with a curt tone, ‘Remus and I have got some things we think might be useful but have you got us a place to practice?’ ‘Alright Evans keep your hair on,’ James said getting out the Marauder’s map and opening it in front of him, causing everyone to crowd around as it started to reveal it’s magic. Their names were in the middle of the map, largely drowned out by the masses of people congregated just above them, though as the prank had started to wane, no doubt becoming easier to handle for the teachers, those names started to filter back into the great hall. James didn’t pay attention to them, instead he pointed to a spot and explained, ‘Sirius and I were going over all the places and we think we’ve found the perfect place.’ ‘You want to go to the attic?’ Alice said sceptically looking at the elegant script just below his finger that read attic. ‘I didn’t even know there was one,’ Frank said. ‘We’ve been up there once or twice,’ Sirius said, ‘it’s away from literally everything. It’s on a quiet corridor and no one knows it’s there except Filch and Dumbledore it seems.’ ‘And if Filch comes?’ Lily butted in, ‘it’s only got one entrance. Which means only one exit.’ ‘We thought you could get up a nice silencing charm going. And we can watch the map to keep tabs on where Filch is,’ James said as if it were obvious. ‘Well it is a great map,’ Lily said, ‘even if it does break about fifty school rules.’ ‘You like it?’ James stuttered with a humble smile. ‘It takes talent, I can’t argue with that,’ Lily said. As no one offered any complaints James nodded and lead them in the direction the needed to go, Lily following behind quickly, her eyes roving over the map over his shoulder. Sirius and Daisy exchanged a smile.

Once up in the attic Remus and Lily started to put a muffling charm around the room whilst everyone else cleared a space. Fortunately once they’d pushed most of the stuff towards the back wall they found they had quite a good amount of room, even so much to allow them to lay a few old mattresses down as crash mats. Though once everything was set up they sort of loitered waiting for someone to initiate the first move.

‘So what now?’ Frank said, his eyes scanning the group as he threw an arm around Alice’s shoulders. ‘Well I guess we could start with some hexes,’ Lily said grabbing her book full of notes. ‘Why don’t we start by telling each other why we’re here?’ Remus said. ‘We know why we’re here,’ Sirius said rolling his eyes. ‘To learn spells, right?’ Frank said, ‘outside of those that they teach in school.’ ‘Well, yeah,’ James said. ‘But it’s more than that,’ Daisy said. ‘It’s war,’ Sirius said. ‘Padfoot!’ Remus chastised as seven scared faces looked at him. ‘What? I’m only being honest. We can pretend that we’re here just to learn defensive spells and yeah that might be why you’re all here but I’m here to learn how to defend myself. And how to fight. Because that’s what the Slytherins are doing. That’s what He is getting people to do. Fight. Kill…and I for one am not going to stand for it,’ Sirius said firmly. ‘Us either,’ James said putting his arms around his best mate and Remus. Peter loitered awkwardly beside Remus. ‘And me,’ Marlene said, ‘Sirius is right-’ ‘Woah never thought you’d say that again,’ Sirius chuckled earning him a scowl. ‘Sirius is right. Those death eaters,’ she said with a shudder, ‘they’re in more places than you think. They’re trying to convert people even within our school so we need as many people as possible.’ ‘Well count us in,’ Frank and Alice said, ‘are we starting?’ ‘Let’s do it,’ Daisy said, ‘Lil?’ Lily nodded and looked down at her notes, ‘okay…so first I wanted to go over something called the Imperius curse.’

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theartisticgamingwitch · 2 days

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Chapter one: What a art witch wants

Inspired by "what you want" legally blonde musical for privacy locations besides full sail Uni. This is a personal essay. There will be mentions of emotional brainwashing and a toxic parent.

Word count: 826

Every morning was the same old thing. I would wake to the conversations of the songbirds debating with the seagulls or the crows arguing with each other. My companion, a red Texas blue lacy named Crowley looked at me curiously as i prepped his morning meal which was a mix of ground beef and kibbles. Today was a different day than other days. I am beginning my fight for my acceptance letter to Full Sail University. It will basically wreck Gamer summer Bash with my friends but will be worth it! I'll meet Adrien there in the virtual world with books in my hand. Ya know those big sturdy wordy books. Maybe one involving math

I looked at my phone while having a lovely text conversation with Adrien Bellrose, the Cyberdragon of the IT tech support.

Wildcard: What you want honeybun, is no easy thing. If you're going to swing it, it will wreck your gamer summer, yeah, it's true. First, you'll need GED scores of more than 600. So, no more parties for you. You'll need a killer essay or do not even hope. And glowing letters from your betters Any chance you know the Pope?

Limbo: Nope?

Wildcard: Too bad. Cause that would be a coup. And you've got a lot of work in front of you!

I looked at his message and thought about my artistic gaming journey to get this far in my life. When I was just a toddler I knew I loved art when I was able to draw on the cloud like walls. As I grew older it grew stronger when gaming got involved. Even when I entered an art contest in the 4th to 5th grade and lost to my bully. Now that i think about it…A bedazzled shoe to look like Sonic's wasn't my best work. 6th grade was the thrill of experimenting with different mediums, and the joy of creating something from nothing. Some examples that I could remember were a pottery lesson, a Japanese calligraphy lesson and one time I got to draw a skull. This was also around the time I discovered how to draw anime books and dipped my pencil into that.

Besides The arts I was neck deep into science class with how cool it was! I would be that one kid flying about the museum looking at the dinos, the discovery exhibits, oh and you would have to bribe me with the gift shop to stay still and listen to the space room. If I had to admit my weakest point, I would say Pre-algebra in a special needs class was my weakest.

As I got older and left that toxic demon father that wanted me to be an IT tech cause to him ‘Any artist is nothing but a hobo on the streets.’ so, i had to heal from 18 years of brainwashing. In 2010 I began my own ways of independent studies by using YouTube as a school. At this time, I didn't realize the state of Florida failed me and this was the start of my fight.

As my training got better I just didn't see art, let alone games the same anymore…I could see things that annoyed me from a tone being slightly off and not making sense with the mood of the song where there was a dark song with a flat note. Looking at that one quest in World of Warcraft. A glitch suddenly made me able to see the eyeballs and mouth and nothing else. It was funny the 1st few times in Star stable but then it just got annoying.

Every canvas has its shadows though and my fight to gain a GED had only begun to shrink when my Toxic father died and I was given his money…At 1st i was happy to get it because I could go to full sail without depts…eventually..i hated it… didn't want it..i kept calling it ‘dirty money’ And in a blackout. I spent it on mostly art supplies and yarn to escape my angry grief.

Do I regret those dark times? Absolutely. If time travel existed I would go back and slap myself in the face! Told myself to not take this in a negative light.

Now I'm sitting here, envisioning my future—a masterpiece in progress. The brushstrokes of resilience, the vibrant colors of curiosity, and the pixels of studying converge as one. I am not merely seeking admission; I am inviting everyone who reads this to witness my metamorphosis—a canvas that will evolve with every stroke of knowledge, every swirl of creativity.

In this Tumblr mess of a blog, I will reveal my essence—the artist who dreams in colors and the scholar who seeks truth and justice for all types of gaming. As I step into this new chapter, I am ready to contribute my unique hues to the collective mural of academia. I look forward to facing the Tutorial bosses of the GED.

#full sail university #ged #personal essay

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ichiiilouie · 7 months

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It is a positive of emotional and spiritual wellbeing that respects the importance of culture quality, social justice, interconnection, and personal dignity.

The reason why I feel pressured is the successive reports or assignments, we feel pressured because the deadlines are at the same time, so apart from the pressure, we are also stressed, and I also feel pressured when I am at home because apart from school works I also have housework to do, so l'm under pressure especially with time, what time do have to do the school works or the housework and there are also children, so sometimes I'm also stressed, so school just got me through works when they are asleep at night do it so there is no distraction from what I am doing and no noise.

Anxiety - My anxiety is caused by things that I don't like, like speaking in front of a lot of people.

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Even now I still get nervous when ordering. It's hard for me to communicate with people I'm not close to because I worry that I'lI say the wrong thing, make a weird joke, or look stupid.

The source of my stress in the past is about my family, because my family doesn't get along and since we moved to the Salvadora residence, my stress has gotten worse. and his son, I have endless stress right now, the stress I have with our school works when I get home will also be met with stress, I don't even know how to adjust will do just to do school works because to those around me. My stress reliever now is hanging out at night in front of our house, while talking on the cell phone and breathing in the cold air.

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Sadness and depression.

First of all, I am afraid that my grade will drop because I admit that I can't do all the assignments and pass them on time, I am also afraid that my parents will find out that my grade has dropped in my studies because I want to They want to compensate for the hard work I put in while I was studying or they want my grade to be high so that it is worth my hard work that reaches midnight just to do assignments or reporting to pass on time.

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charlesborina · 7 months

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Mental Health Issues: How It Affects Individuals?

Mental health is the capacity of every individual to feel/think an act in ways that enhance their ability to enjoy life and deal with challenge.

It is a positive of emotional and spiritual wellbeing that respects the importance of culture quality, social justice, interconnection, and personal dignity.

The reason why I feel pressured is the successive reports or assignments, we feel pressured because the deadlines are at the same time, so apart from the pressure, we are also stressed, and I also feel pressured when I am at home because apart from school works I also have housework to do, so I'm under pressure especially with time, what time do I have to do the school works or the housework and there are also children, so sometimes I'm also stressed, so school just got me through works when they are asleep at night I do it so there is no distraction from what I am doing and no noise.

Anxiety - My anxiety is caused by things that I don't like, like speaking in front of a lot of people.

When I was young, I had to beg my mom to order my food in restaurants.

Even now I still get nervous when ordering. It's hard for me to communicate with people I'm not close to because I worry that I'll say the wrong thing, make a weird joke, or look stupid.

---The source of my stress in the past is about my family, because my family doesn't get along and since we moved to the Salvadora residence, my stress has gotten worse. and his son, I have endless stress right now, the stress I have with our school works when I get home will also be met with stress, I don't even know how to adjust I will do just to do school works because to those around me. My stress reliever now is hanging out at night in front of our house, while talking on the cell phone and breathing in the cold air.

-With grief comes painful feelings, often mixed with positive memories of the deceased. In severe depression, mood and/or interest (pleasure) decreases for about two weeks.

In loneliness, self-esteem is usually preserved. In severe depression, feelings of worthlessness and self-loathing are common.

Sadness and depression.

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visionhat4 · 2 years

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whogirl42 · 3 years

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Gotta say, I'm really loving Hawkeye so far but I'm also really worried about how the fuck they're gonna manage to tie everything together in a way that makes sense. There's only 6 episodes to this series and the third episode already aired. That leaves 3 episodes to tie up:

The deal with Kate's shady mum and her shady fiance. Why was Armound killed? What are they mixed up in?

The relationship in general between Kate and her mum because there's obviously a lot of love there and they're both trying hard but they don't quite GET each other. Their relationship got a big focus in the first couple episodes and then almost completely disappeared in the third so that we could focus on Maya. (And like, Maya's awesome, more on her in a minute, but it did feel like a bit of a departure)

Whatever went on between Kate's parents before her dad died

Everything Maya

Maya wanting revenge on Ronin for killing her father (she doesn't even know it's Clint yet!)

Whatever the fuck is going on with Maya and the hot guy who knows ASL

The watch from the Avengers Tower that the mafia gang/Maya is after????

The mysterious uncle???

(In general, there's SO MUCH to delve into on the Maya plot line and I get that that's why she's getting her own show but it makes me wonder how satisfying the wrap up of it within THIS SHOW is gonna be. And if it'll manage to be satisfying without completely overshadowing the rest of the plot lines.)

Kate finding out Clint is Ronin, reckoning with that fact that her role model might not be who she's always thought he is. Her suffering some sort of hardship or loss to bring home to her the gravity of what it means to be in this sort of world. Kate then deciding to take on the Hawkeye mantle anyway (cause c'mon, that's obviously where this is going)

YELENA BELOVA????? Where the fuck is she???? This is my prob my biggest concern. How the fuck is the show gonna do a satisfying Clint-Yelena arc in 3 goddamm episodes? Especially with a billion of other shit also going on?

I'm waiting to see:

Yelena wanting to kill Clint to avenge Nat. The big angsty emotional showdown where Clint's grief and survivers guilt bubbling over (and maybe he even almost lets Yelena finish the job before Kate saves him/he's reminded that his family still needs him/he decides that he won't let Nat's sacrifice be in vain etc). Yelena realising that she's been lied to and that her shady boss is shady and was USING her grief to take out Clint for whatever reason. Finding out who the fuck that shady lady is and WHY she wanted Clint dead. Taking this lady down. Yelena-Clint bonding time. Yelena-Kate bonding time. Yelena's dog and Pizza Dog bonding time.

And like, HOW THE FUCK WILL THIS CONNECT WITH EVERYTHING ELSE? Yes, the show has name-dropped Nat in every episode but it's been subtle and overshadowed by all the other insane shit going on, and if this series was longer then this slow build up to Yelena would make perfect sense and work really well but because there's hardly any time to develop the story arc and see all it's emotional ramifications through I feel like it's just gonna come out from the left field and be very rushed.

Which is a shame cause honestly the Yelena plotline I detailed could have easily filled the entire 6 episodes. Or, you know, season 2. No need to squish a billion things into 6 episodes. This could easily be a 2 season thing. Or hell, just a normal 10-13 episode season. Split into parts A and B if you must.

Bottom line is, there's loads and loads of material here - great plot lines, incredible characters, complex relationships- and the only way to do any of it justice is to give each thing the time it requires.

I really hope I'm gonna be proven wrong, but like, I honestly don't see how they can deal with everything they've set up. Not within the tiny timeframe and not with the slow pace of the show. (And this isn't a complaint about the slow pacing. I LOVE this pacing, I think it works really well, I just don't know how it will allow the show to cover everything it needs to in 6. Fucking. Episodes.)

#I mean WandaVision also started slow and then was amazing #But also WandaVision was pretty upfront about being mainly about Wanda's grief #Hawkeye has so so SO many different themes and directions #Ugh #I really hope I'm gonna be proven wrong #Mine #hawkeye #hawkeye spoilers #hawkeye speculation #hawkeye series #clint barton #Kate Bishop #eleanor bishop #maya lopez #Echo #natasha romanoff #Yelena Belova #black widow #lucky the pizza dog

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The Value of Recognition - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 - Well shit

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13934252/1/The-Value-of-Recognition

“Wei-qianbei, are you okay?” asked Lan Sizhui. Healer Zhang had been quietly filling in Second in Command Pan about what they knew so far, but the juniors had been focused on their Senior Wei and the adorable child who they couldn’t believe was actually the irascible Sect Leader Jiang. As such, they noticed when the mood on that side of the table dropped.

One minute everything was fine and he was enjoying the food and the next, Wei Wuxian’s chicken had slipped out of his chopsticks, Jingyi style, and had (luckily) landed on his bowl of rice without him noticing a thing. He’d fallen silent and seemed to be far away. None of them knew why he was reacting this way to the toddler’s innocent words.

“Who’s A-Ying?” Ouyang Zizhen whispered to Lan Jingyi.

“Beats me…”

But he remembered something and it seemed to click. “Wait.. Do you think... that it’s Wei-qianbei?” Jingyi replied, thinking of all the Wei Yings Hanguang-Jun had said since his return.

“Young Master Jiang,” said Jin Ling, also concerned about Wei Wuxian’s reaction and as straightforward as his uncle he asked, “Who is A-Ying?”

“A-Ying is A-Ying,” he chirped, “Wei-shufu said A-Ying will be fwens with A-Cheng, like A-die and Wei-shufu. But he didn’t bwing A-Ying.”

Jin Ling seemed like he’d caught on. He looked between his xiao jiujiu and Wei Wuxian with a mix of pity and sorrow.

Wei Wuxian had noticed none of this. His head was filled with white noise. Wei Changze. When did Jiang Cheng meet Wei Changze? Jiang Cheng never mentioned meeting his parents. And he himself didn’t remember ever being to Lotus Pier before Jiang Fengmian found him (though granted he did have a shitty memory). Mini Jiang Cheng said his Wei-shufu promised to bring A-Ying to play with him. Was that… Did it never happen because his parents...didn’t make it back?? Was three year old Jiang Cheng’s memory of Wei Changze the last time he ever set foot in Lotus Pier? Grief held his heart like a vice at the thought.

Wei Wuxian did not remember how long he was on the streets. He vaguely remembered being around five in the only memory he has of them that remained clear. Him, getting a little too big to ride on his father’s shoulders, but his father humoring him anyway. His mother was laughing and happy, sitting on a donkey and looking at them fondly.

His years on the street blurred together. All he knew was that his parents were on a night hunt and when they were done they would come and get him. But he waited and waited and nobody came. Eventually the food they had left him had run out and he had gotten hungry and wandered away from their camp (and later, couldn’t find his way back). He’d had to fight other children, even adults, for little scraps of food and the best places to find shelter for the next few years. And of course, the worst thing to happen to him was those feral street dogs who would chase him and bite him, especially if he’d managed to scrounge up any little food from the stuff people threw out.

(“Senior Wei.”)

When Jiang Fengmian had found him and taken him home, he was amazed at the beauty and splendor of Lotus Pier. To a nine-year old who’d been on the streets for years, he had never seen such a sight. If he had been there before, he would have surely remembered it! He could only conclude that he hadn’t gotten the chance to visit Lotus Pier. He didn’t recognise Jiang Cheng when he met him as a child and Jiang Fengmian had only said that this would be his home now. He hadn’t asked him if he remembered him or Lotus Pier.

Wei Wuxian hadn’t gone with Jiang Fengmian because he knew him, he had gone because the man said he knew his parents and had offered him food and shelter. By then, he was old enough to know that his parents were never coming back.

My god, his parents. When was the last time he thought about his parents? He’d told Jiang Cheng to leave the past in the past. The bitterness and the pain. He’d wanted them both to move forward and live happily. But now he was staring the past in the face, forced to confront things he had buried. Things he hadn’t even known he’d buried.

(“Master Wei?” “What’s going on with him?”)

Jiang Fengmian had rarely actually talked to him about his parents aside from the time he’d found him and told him they were his friends. He’d doted on him and treated him like he was his own son (unlike his actual son who’d gotten treated coldly many times, causing an argument between Jiang Fengmian and Yu Ziyuan every time without fail…).

It made Wei Wuxian feel terrible. He was happy that Uncle Jiang liked him and treated him well, but it felt really horrible to be the reason why Jiang Cheng’s face fell every time Wei Ying was praised and he wasn’t. He’d loved his grumpy shidi and causing him pain was the last thing he’d ever wanted to do. (Though he’d managed to do it time and time again.) But he’d meant it that day when he’d told Jiang Cheng that he didn’t want people assigning him to other households. His parents had been real people in this world. It was funny that now, it was Jiang Cheng who had to remind him of that, albeit unknowingly.

When was the last time he’d thought about his parents?

He choked back a sob.

(“Wei Wuxian!” “What is happening right now, is he okay?”)

How did he never know that he looked like his father? Who was left alive that knew his parents? Lan Qiren? (A man who disliked his mother... and hated him.)

Who was left to talk about them and honor their memory? Wei Wuxian had been so young and his memory was poor. He hardly remembered them at all. Why did nobody ever tell him he looked so much like his dad that a toddler, who surely couldn’t have interacted that much with the man, could recognise him in Wei Wuxian’s face to the point he’d thought it was him?

(“Senior Wei, can you hear me?”)

Wei Wuxian, in his obliviousness, had not even realised that was the case. Because he hadn’t known. Oh he’d heard about his mother. How she came down from Baoshan Sanren’s mountain, how she’d been so much like him. How Jiang Fengmian had loved her but she chose his father anyway. Just like Cangse Sanren, is what people said about him, once upon a time that is. Rarely anyone mentioned his father. And now, nobody mentioned them at all. Because nobody (save the uptight Lan Qiren) could even remember them. They were like footnotes in the grand scheme of his life.

His parents were footnotes in his life. He hadn’t intended to do it, but it seemed like they were part of the past he’d left behind when he told his shidi to leave it there.

He felt like weeping.

And indeed he must be, because the sound of it reached his ears. He reached a hand up to wipe his tears but.. his face was dry?

He felt a tug on his sleeve.

“Wei-shufu, A-Cheng is sorry.”

His vision cleared. Oh. He was surrounded by worried faces and a now teary-eyed baby, whose cries were a lot more silent than before but also a lot more sorrowful now.

“Wei-shufu don’t leave A-Cheng. A-Cheng will be good,” he cried, “Pwease don’t tell A-die A-Cheng was bad. A-Cheng won’t ask for A-Ying.”

Tears silently slid down the toddler’s face, and that was the impetus for his to fall too. He picked up the toddler and cuddled him, hiding his own teary face from the others in the child’s hair.

“Who said A-Cheng was bad? Was it the scary geges?” (“Hey!” protested Lan Jingyi.)

He stroked the child’s head consolingly, trying to control his own sorrow. He didn’t know what expression he had on his face when being struck with the past, but he hadn’t meant for the child to think he was to blame.

“A-Cheng didn’t do anything wrong. Wei-shufu was just missing his family.”

(Lan Sizhui gasped. It seemed like he too realised what was going on. He shared a look with Jin Ling. Wen Ning too had realised what was happening, and if a corpse could have cried, he would be sobbing on his friend’s behalf.)

“W..wei-shufu c..can *hic* bwing them to ‘otus Pier too,” said Xiao Cheng, sniffling.

Oh that precious little thing. “Maybe next time,” he deflected, “This time your Uncle Wei is here for you.”

He patted the child’s back. “Don’t cry now, come on, let’s finish your breakfast okay?” A-Cheng nodded. But he was quiet and let Wei Wuxian feed him the rest of his meal. Everyone else was subdued as well, each thinking that those two people never seemed to be able to escape an encounter with each other unscathed.

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With the awkward breakfast over, Wei Wuxian had pushed his emotions aside; he’d reflect on those another time. Right now it was time to get down to business.

“Second in Command Pan, can I call you Senior Pan? That’s a bit of a mouthful isn’t it?” he quipped.

Pan An huffed but acquiesced.

“Okay so Senior Pan, Healer Zhang has briefed you already on what we know. With your sect leader currently… indisposed… Lotus Pier of course will be your responsibility and I beg your leave to help and to use the library etc as needed. It falls to you to grant us permission to stay but if we have it I promise I’m going to do everything in my power to make this right. A-Ling has a sect to run as well so the both of you can’t do everything alone. It’s going to be difficult enough to contain the news of what happened. People talk and lots of people would have seen Wen Ning bringing him in last night. The Lans have a song called Inquiry which I’m sure you’ve heard of. Lan Sizhui is proficient enough and I thought we could start our investigation by communicating with the spirit to find out what exactly it cast.”

“I admit Master Wei, I’m not pleased to have to accept your help for this. But yes you have my permission to do what it takes to break this curse, even though Sect Leader might break my legs when he... comes back,” said long suffering second in command Pan. “Why would A-Die bweak gege’s legs?” asked A-Cheng innocently. Crap.

“Uh your A-Die isn’t going to break anyone’s legs, A-Cheng,” Wei Wuxian laughed sheepishly. “Gege was just joking,” said a panicked Pan An.

Healer Zhang facepalmed. “Young Master Jiang, may I make a suggestion?” she said earnestly, seemingly invested in going along with the idea that he was in charge while his father was away. She had not, however, forgotten for a moment that this child was in fact her sect leader. He was responsible to a tee and would take Wei Wuxian’s words about being in charge to heart, even as a toddler. But he was also a child at the moment and there are some things you just don’t discuss in front of a child. Especially when it was about him. He would hear his name come up and wonder what he had done and how would they explain things to him then?

He hesitated but nodded.

“Why don’t you and your Flower-gege go with Flower-gege’s friends to do a patrol of the sect? Your Uncle Wei, Sizhui-ge, and Second-In-Command Pan have some boring adult things to talk about.”

Mini Jiang Cheng looked up at his Flower-gege who smiled encouragingly. “Okay,” he said softly, wanting to do his best while his family were away. He already messed up and made Wei-shufu sad. Maybe A-Die would give him a hug if he did a good job and didn’t cause any more trouble..

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f-it-im-a-fangirl · 3 years

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Soo I wrote my first fic

Ever I'll be linking the ao3 but it's mostly projection of grief that I tend to experience this time of year and this is based off a dream I had

Yeah angst with a side of puckabrina

Ao3

Sometimes dreams are worse than nightmares

:readmore:

It was dead silent

That was the first sign there was something wrong. Granny's house was never quiet. There was always someone bustling ir there was at least the sound of your own footsteps

' hello'

Sabrina looked around calling out as she stepped through the threshold

The house esteemed so much bigger as she passed through each room and there was no one else there

Finally stopping in the living room. Moving around the different stacks of books the sight before her hit her like a punch to the gut

" Granny" she whispered out

Standing before her was her grandmother but there was something wrong with her

" I'm sorry"

Came a monotone voice that wasn't granny's

" granny" whispered Sabrina taking a step forward but not managing to get any closer

" I'm sorry" was all the response she got

"Please granny" Sabrina said voice getting shaky stumbling forward trying to get closer to see her again tears down her face

And all she got in response was a monotone " sorry" in a voice she couldn't remember how it was supposed to sound

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Waking up with a sob Sabrina felt like she couldn't breath. She couldn't remember. She couldn't remember what granny sounded like her voice was so muddled in her memory. She could hear the care and affection but not how the voice sounded.

Wrapping her blanket around her and clinging to her pillow she tried to steady herself only to fall apart in tears again

Slowly after several big breaths and slowly breathing in and out she pulled herself together forcing herself to sit up. Once she was sitting up she took a couple more deep breathes and wiped her eyes hiding the tears that had just been there.

" Hi Granny, I dont know if you can hear me or what come next. I love you" what she was saying to the empty room. Around her was broken by the sob caught in her throat causing her voice to catch when she tried to talk " I'm sorry I haven't talked to you in so long. I know it's been a couple years since you died and it's normal because memories fade as them goes on. But" once again what she was trying to say was cut off by a sob " But Granny I can't remember what you sound like. I don't even remember your funeral. I hate that I can remember so many things that have to do with you but I can't remember much about you"

Clinging to her pillow she took a new breath this one more shuddered than the last trying to calm down from the wave of emotions that were over taking her

"Oi stinky get up" Puck said throwing open her door, freezing as she turned her red rimmed eyes toward him.

" Woah what happened to you" he said coming closer

" none of your business" she said taking another breath refusing to cry in front of him

"Just a bad dream, nothing to worry about. I'll be out in a minute," she said turning her back to him so she didn't have to look at him

" Aww did stinky have a nightmare. Don't worry Grimm, I'll protect your from the monsters." He taunting wings popping out so he could hover around the bed she was on

" I said bad dream and I meant it. Besides sometimes bad dreams are worse than nightmares," she mumbled under her breath

" What do you mean by that?" he said giving her a curious look , lowering himself to be sitting across from her.

" Well" she began meekly " we fought a jabberwocky and survived, I got poisoned by magic, you survived your wings torn out, Daphne became a powerful witch and was in a coven with baba yaga. We have survived every nightmare we've ever met in real life not to mention some of the families Daphne and I were with before. My point is we have survived a living nightmare anytime we cross it. We can defeat whatever comes next we find a way to. But bad dreams aren't always scary but they do hurt."

" Oh"

" yeah"

" You know you can talk to Red or Marshmallow about this. They care about you and would want to help. Your parents would be willing to listen too. Don't let it get out that I told you this I do have a reputation to maintain" he said " And if you need to or wanted to I guess you could talk to me" his cheeks flushing as he looked away as he spoke.

Slumping forward on to her pillow again she looked up at him contemplating whether she wanted to tell him or not

" I had a dream about granny"

His head shot up and swung around looking at her again, a mix of feelings written across his face.

" I dreamt we were back at her house, you know how it was. Books piled everywhere a weird smell. I walked into her living room and she was standing there and I couldn't reach her. I kept talking to her. And all she would say was 'I'm sorry' and Puck. Puck I couldn't remember what her voice sounded like" she said tears invading her eyes again.

Puck looked over at her through her blurry eyes she couldn't tell what he was thinking but the next thing she knew she was in a tight hug and before she knew had fully comprehend what was happening he was back where he was before the only noticeable difference was a spot on his hoodie that was damp from where her head had been pressed to his shoulder and her tears had soaked it.

" Loss doesn't get easier over time. It hurts and it hurts a lot sometimes. You'll make it through it Sabrina. Someday losing people causes so much pain it's hard to function but just try to remember what they love and their loved ones and they're never fully gone"

Judging by the look he gave her surprised face she was clear she wasn't expecting that from him

" you live for awhile and your learn loss" he said smiling sadly

" Do you ever worry about forgetting her?"

"Nah I got you an' Marshmallow to remind me of her. You got her determination and Marshmallow has got her-" he said paying mid sentence looking for a word to describe what they both had " spunk" he finished

Letting out a tired chuckle at that she finally stopped clinging to her pillow

"Thanks puck, Now out" she said pointing to the door

" Fine Grimm but be down to breakfast soon. I won't prank you this morning because the old lady wouldn't have wanted me to and for one day I can do what she would have wanted"

Sabrina slipped out of bed feeling more rested and at peace than when she woke Stepping into the day before her without forgetting her past.

#sisters grimm #puckabrina #puck goodfellow #sabrina grimm #relda grimm #granny #angst #comfort #is this #hurt/comfort #i dont know but i think so #yeah this wqs not the way i wanted my dreams to go this week

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flying-elliska · 3 years

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Shadow and Bone Season 1 Review

Ok so I got distracted by a need to watch all of Ben Barnes' filmography (lmao) but here is my review : It was really fun to watch and it was clearly made with love which is already the main thing with YA fantasy, which is often turned into a soulless moneygrab when put on screen. The actors were GREAT. I did think that the Crows suffered from being mashed up with the Shadow and Bone story, but they were still a highlight. I also think it was a bit rushed, esp. when it came to Alina's training. The costumes were beautiful, I want a kefta now. Plus the crossover fanfic interactions btw the SaB characters and the Crows were just pure joy. Also Milo, obviously <3 I'm in hyperfixation mode so here, have an essay :

The "Shadow and Bone" Characters :

- Jessie Mei Li !!!!!! She really made me like Alina so much more than in the books, she absolutely is the 'human embodiment of literal sunshine' and she was a joy to watch. Her character's arc is cliché but her acting is so expressive and endearing, I really felt for her all the way through. (maybe I'm biased bc Jessie talking about her ADHD and seeing her thrive at the same time is like!!! i love them they deserve all the best.) I like that they made Alina more proactive - even though she does make some stupid decisions... but I just don't understand people who put that down as bad writing, like ??? have you ever met a real person who only makes wise, good decisions ?? a character like that would either be at the end of their story or just in the background because that makes them static. The things with the maps in the beginning does a good job of illustrating how she is just this one girl making rash, erratic decisions out of fear and loyalty and doesn't have a sense of the bigger picture, caught in the tide of bigger events. It works for her character. When it comes to the choice of making her half-Shu, I do think it really makes sense re: her character feeling like an outsider but I do understand the criticisms that the microaggressions felt too relentless and one-note. I am really looking forward to them introducing Tamar and Tolya and hopefully connecting to them over her heritage in a more positive way.

- Mal in the books was one of the most annoying YA characters I've ever come across, so I really liked that they made him much more of a loyal, devoted friend. I found his relationship with Alina cute, it really gives us the sense that these are two orphans who found a home in each other, childhood best friends (and potential sweethearts) separated by war, two army grunts and ordinary people caught up in the wheels of power and war that usually crushes people like them, it's a great way to introduce the dynamics of their world and it's a trope that always makes me emo. It felt a bit too one note to me, though, and too heavily on the nose, like Mal's only personality was his attachment to Alina (and his resentment towards the Grisha) and too much of her emotional arc also relied on him. Them hitting us over the head with the meadow scenes felt like pure telling instead of showing and it ended up being super repetitive and kind of annoying. I am willing to like this pairing, but I wanted more scenes of them just having conversations about things and really understanding why they like each other beyond the whole childhood friends bond that we're asked to accept exists at the beginning. So I hope there's more depth there in next seasons.

- Ben Barnes!!!! Just jksdfhgkdjghdf. I'm not a big villain stan usually and I hated the Darkling in the books but DAMN his performance is just amazing. They managed to make him more sympathetic and human while at the same time making clear the stuff he does is deeply horrible. There's the Magneto-aspect of 'well clearly his methods are fucked up but he's addressing a terrible injustice nobody is doing anything about' that makes it very tempting to root for him ; and again, well, like, Ben Barnes is so hot and charismatic it feels uncomfortable (which I guess is part of the point lol). His loss of humanity is, up to a point, understandable, brought about by despair, loneliness, grief and a sense of powerlessness - living so long he starts to see other people as disposable, losing so many people he stops caring, seeing over and over how hate never seems to stop, etc. It's a logical explanation for going insane.

But the hunger for power is also very much present as a motivation and this ambiguity is there constantly. Does he maybe come to genuinely care for Alina or is it totally bullshit ? I think he does, he's just so fucked up that it comes out as possessiveness and a need to control her. He wants Alina to be his equal but he's incapable of treating her that way. It's tragic, in a sense, but the show doesn't excuse his actions either. Like his monstrosity is a product of this world full of injustice, yes, and that warrants some compassion, monsters are always a symptom of their environment in some ways and dehumanizing them completely is an excuse ; but at the same time, he sabotaged his own cause anyway the moment he started to treat other people like things, as he does with Alina, because that just perpetuates the cycle of violence and hate. At some point he started feeling like he was the only solution and he was owed power for his sacrifices, and he's using his cause as an excuse. When Alina came to him, there was a possibility for redemption, taking down the Fold, and it's a test because there is finally someone on his level of power. But instead of seeking to remedy the power imbalance between them, he made it worse, by lying to her, manipulating her, etc, and the antler collar is the ultimate sign of this.

I love those scenes towards the end (the antler-based body horror has big Hannibal vibes, so messed up). I like Alina telling him they could have had this, that she had compassion for him and his cause, that they could have worked together, and he's the one responsible for screwing it up and this time his claim that he's the misunderstood victim ("Make me your villain") appears delusional and self-serving instead of somewhat justified. The almost-lovers to enemies vibes, the sense of lost potential, and the angst of the whole 'oh you could finally have been loved by people, too bad you fucked it up !', very juicy. There is this fundamental idea that power/respect/love is not something you are owed no matter how good your intentions are or because you're strong or you have suffered or you're willing to commit horrible drastic actions, you have to keep proving you deserve it, and trying to claim power without responsibility of care turns you into a monster. The thing with the stag was an excellent metaphor of the fact that there's things you can't take, they have to be given to you, and the wonderful power there is in understanding that is what allows Alina to harness the stag amplifier's power. This is really when she escapes his grim utilitarian outlook and a different way forward and owns her own power fully on her own terms.

Anyway I hope Alina gets to beat the shit out of him at some point that would be very sexy but I'm also looking forward to see how their arcs parallel and diverge from each other as Alina starts to grapple more with the implications of her power and the harsh dilemmas of war and her own dark side. I want to see him become scared of her, and I feel it will be more visible than in the books where he just has this cold aggressive facade all the time. This one feels a lot more openly emotional which is just a lot more interesting.

- As for the other characters ; Zoya mostly made me sad. The actress has the perfect vibes but I'm not sure I love their take on her character so far, it does make sense in terms of the later books - that she has internalized prejudice regarding her mixed-race heritage, that she is jealous of Alina because of how hard she's fought to get where she is and Alina kind of takes it away from her, etc. But I would have liked to see a bit more of her being badass and sharp-tongued in a clever (even if mean) way instead of spending most of her time being rejected by men and being racist towards Alina. I did like the ending though, of her actually seeing the monstrosity of the Darkling in action and the mention of her aunt. And her brief bonding with Inej was great, just because it was badass but also maybe because it could be a part of Zoya learning to accept her Suli heritage in turn, maybe not right away but in time, when thinking of that part of herself, she won't only think of her parents' ruined marriage and all the pain it caused, but also of that badass and brave acrobat girl who went toe to toe with these really scary monsters without even having any powers and !!!!!

- Also Leigh's cameo was so cute and as an aspiring writer this is just such wish fulfillment

- I honestly think that having the Crows there actually made the S&B story better ? Not only in terms of the much needed levity breaks but also in terms of themes. For instance, Matthias and Nina's story gave us a really raw and visceral view of how the Grisha are hunted. And Inej's relationship to Alina really gave us a sense of what Alina actually means to people who believe in the Saints in a way that doesn't feel just like 'ugh those superstitious people' because we know that Inej's faith is part of what makes her who she is and a person with morals, and something that saw her through the worst moments of her life. It feels so special that she got to meet Alina and given a sign that maybe the world is not completely shitty. And Alina's kindness towards Inej really gives you a sense that she might be, or become worthy of that belief in time, or at least that she wants to, that she's figuring out her power to really touch people's lives might be a good thing, and that she's starting to accept this responsibility more fully. And her arming Inej is a nice parallel to that. I'm very emotional about this scene, because one of the first things we see of young Alina is her taking out a knife to defend Mal from the bullies, because she's protective and brave, but she's also aware the world is a shitty place, and so her giving that knife to Inej is a sort of spiritual transmission and recognition of sorts, that she trusts Inej with that fighting power, that she'll use this knife to defend herself and her loved ones and not abuse it. It's so interesting. And a counter point to the Darkling's fucked up relationship to power that Alina might at some point get afraid she'll replicate. That you could see Alina trying to gather followers and using people's admiration for her like he did but instead she sets them free and empowers them. It's great. And I feel that when Inej takes to the seas, she'll think about Alina. (I do hope somebody tells her Alina's not dead at some point though god). Girls giving each other knives is my spirituality, honestly.

- And I also noticed an interesting parallel between Kaz and the Darkling in terms of being two emo dudes who like to wear black, are prone to violence and have a thing for two very powerful women they think are special and want to have at their side, but of course, they go about it in very different ways. The Darkling comes at it from a place of power while Kaz comes from a place of utter powerlessness, first of all, and he understands why it's important to set Inej free. Him spending the entire season trying to earn enough money to pay off Inej's indenture is the opposite to the Darkling putting that collar on Alina and while I do have issues with how the show portrays him, I do love that. Love is about setting the person you love free !!!! And that confrontation scene was so powerful, when Kaz tells the Darkling Alina was tired of being a captive ! Drag him !

- As for Genya, I liked the actress and her chemistry with Alina, but I'm not sure they did a great job of making her arc very clear, for instance what it means for her to get that red kefta, her relationship with the other Grisha, etc. Her and David are already very cute though. Also very much looking forward to see where that goes.

So yeah I think they did a great job with this bit actually, I enjoyed a lot more than I think I would and even though it is a very tropey story, there's plenty of depth there too.

The Crows :

- I'm a bit more nitpicky about this because I care about these characters so much. I think overall the problem is that the SaB story in the books happens on this massive scale with enormous stakes, and that next to that the Crows' issues feel less important ; it's like their impact is distorted by the gravity of the much larger story. Like for instance, Kaz in the books is very much at the center of everything, this larger than life trickster figure who knows and controls almost everything by sheer cleverness, and he has this sense of allure and mystique that can't happen here, and so his aura just shrinks. On top of that they're not on their home turf. Being introduced to these characters before they've reached their full levels of badass is weird - there is a reason why prequels generally happen after the main stuff, because they count on the love you have for these characters at their full potential to make you interested in their story when they were less badass and interesting. So I had several moments where I was like 'oh this feels wrong'. Tbh the idea that they would even volunteer to kidnap Alina in the first place, what with Inej's backstory, feels kind of wrong, esp since they had no idea of what would happen to her if they succeeded.

- But I still enjoyed a lot of it though, especially the fact that they were this force of chaos in the midst of this bigger narrative that's a lot more self-serious. The bits with the train, or the circus acts were very clever. A lot of the best moments in the show happen when they come to disturb the other plot in unexpected ways. I'm still dead over the whole 'Alina jumps into their carriage' scene, that was fucking gold. The team up at the end !!!! Alina and Kaz making a deal ! Inej stabbing the Darkling !!!! Them stealing the Darkling's carriage !!! They don't give a shit that the story is supposed to be super dramatic it's great.

- Jesper is the one character they completely nailed from start to finish and he's probably my favorite part of the whole show. He's very funny without being reduced to the role of comic relief ; he's just so! damn! cool!!!!!!! I honestly feel this is a thing they actually did even better than in the books, or at least Six of Crows where I felt Jasper kind of disappeared behind Kaz and they insist a lot on his flaws and issues. So before we dig more into those problems I love that they gave him time to be this ultra badass who saves the day several times ; while at the same time, hinting at further developments like his powers or his gambling issues. Kit Young is just perfect, confident without being arrogant, a bit cold when it comes to crime while at the same time being so obviously caring with Inej - I loved their friendship, that was so sweet. My main criticism is that they should have made it clearer he was bi because there are already people calling him gay and that's very annoying. I know some people had a problem with his hookup and like...I can see it's a bit of a cliché...the charming badass bisexual adventurer....it's a trope I kind of love though lmao and the scene itself felt kind of cute and fun. He's not the only person who is shown to have an active sexuality and he's also not the only queer person around and we know he's going to have a more substantial romantic arc later so eh. On a larger note I loved the little casual hints of completely normalized queerness - Nadia thirsting over Zoya, Fedyor and Ivan, Poppy, etc. Having grown up with fantasy where queerness was either completely erased or very tormented and problematic, this was refreshing as hell.

- Inej and Kaz...my faves... They have a kind of relationship which feels so rare and unique in terms of what exists on TV and while I don't feel they entirely replicated it, the core is still there - the mutual respect and building of trust, the longing, the repression, the trauma, etc. One thing I really like is their arc around faith - in the books, Kaz is dismissive of Inej's faith in ways that often feel really shitty and I like that he learns to be more respectful of it. It's very much linked to hope/survival ; Inej keeps this token from her parents and she hopes to find them again ; Kaz tells her it's no use and she'll survive better if she gives up. He believes Alina is a fake, while Inej wants to believe that myths can come true and there is hope for good things in the world. Kaz comes to accept that Alina is the real deal and, out of respect for Inej's faith, to stop pursuing her. I loved the bit about Inej struggling to kill as well - it's the dilemma of what her survival and that of the people she really cares about are worth in such a shitty world - her compassion is a good part of her but so is her survival instinct, and that's the part Kaz represents - that even after she's been through hell, broken in unfathomable ways, even if she gave up all hope and faith in the world, even she becomes dangerous and ruthless to survive, she will still deserve dignity, and to be treated better. And meanwhile she is willing to break her principles, which she holds so dearly, to save him, when he's never had anyone who cared for him like that - enough to keep him alive. That bit in the church !!!!! God !!!!!! Bye !!!!!!! And then him basically calling her his own version of a Saint, that he doesn't believe in miracles but he does believe in her !!! It's very emblematic of their whole arc ; he empowers her to survive in a ruthless world and loves her at her most dangerous ; but he loves her laugh too, he finds her a ship and her parents, he honors her capacity for love and hope even when he can't share it. And she sees that he's capable of doing better, that he's worth caring for. This whole thing kills me honestly and I can't wait to see where they take this next. I'm not mad they're a bit more soft and obvious than in the books, Kaz would just have come across as an an asshole otherwise.

- That said, there are bits of how they introduced their backstories I don't like. I get that making it so Inej was still tied to the Menagerie gave them a very powerful reason to want to kidnap Alina beyond greed so that they wouldn't look like very shitty people. But in the books Inej is terrified by the idea of simply seeing Heleen or the Menagerie and the way they have her interact with her feels weirdly casual and dismissive of her trauma. Also, in the books, the fact that Kaz had to convince Per Haskell to buy Inej's contract through a lot of effort, that he wasn't the one holding that above her head either, made the power dynamics more palatable. I especially disliked the scene where Kaz says he won't free other girls because just Inej is special, it makes him look like he has the power but he's just too much of a callous asshole to do it, and that he just freed Inej because he liked her which is absolutely not what their relationship is about at the start, it's a lot more about seeing Inej's dangerous side behind a facade of powerlessness and relating to her, in a sense, and this scene made it all feel cheap.

- Also, what was that about Inej having a brother ? Not a fan of that either. I'm afraid they're going to make her story all about finding what happened to him, and that's 1) too on the nose similar to Kaz's story and 2) it kind of cheapens her own arc, a female character realizing that what was done to her was wrong, reclaiming her own power and dignity and then making sure it doesn't happen to anybody else, harnessing her personal experience to save strangers, that's so powerful - making it about a family member at first, especially if it's about revenge, it's so much more simplistic and unoriginal and the perspective really annoys me.

- Also not a fan of Per Haskell not being there because he's a very important part of Kaz's evolution, so I hope he shows up eventually - and the way they introduced Pekka Rollins was kind of like...weird and out of place. I just found the Crows' introduction scenes stilted and not as cool as they should have been - well, Jesper and Inej were very cool, but we needed to see Kaz in action first, we needed to see why he's such a menace before we see him flounder later, and I just...I don't know exactly but it didn't work for me. Also this is a very petty thing but I wasn't crazy about the Ketterdam sets, I know this is probably a budget thing but in my head it looked like this incredible mix of Amsterdam and Venice - specific locations in the book directly remind me of parts of Amsterdam I know very well - and instead what we got felt like this very generic London-ish fantasy setting....so boring. Also a lot of scenes that felt to exposition-y. I don't mind that Kaz was a bit softer than in the books, like many people have said some things work in books and don't work on a screen, and you need to make the character's inner dynamics more explicit. But I do agree that, at the same time, he should have been more ruthless towards people outside of his group. Loved that scene where he faces the Inferni though, and how well they illustrated his disability and aversion to touch.

- I don't have that much to say about Nina and Matthias ; I'm still not super sold on the whole 'haha misogyny!' thing and I dislike that so much of Matthias' change of heart relies on the fact that he finds Nina hot. But I did think that the actors had enough chemistry to make their scenes together interesting and cute ; I loved the waffle scene. Even though it's disappointing that they didn't find an actress who was more clearly plus size for Nina, I still think Danielle does a good job bringing her bold, unapologetic energy. I'm really looking forward to seeing the Crows as a whole team.

So yeah, even though the season didn't feel like a perfect, coherent whole, it was just a lot of fun and I really hope they get renewed. In particular I feel like tying the first trilogy to the Crows' story could create such interesting parallels in terms of themes, about power, the cost of survival, hope, trauma, etc etc

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix #grishaverse #six of crows #leigh bardugo

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Intricacy on Strings - pt. 12

A/N: I know. I’m making this super long and I know a lot of you don’t like it but I do and I gotta finish it.

The school year was over. You rode in that boat without your best friends. You rode alone with nobody but your roomates who has been there for you since the death of Perry Bash. She held your hand when you cried for him, when you broke down because of Fred and she was there for you to get you your first apartment, your first job.

You held it together. You had to. No more Perry and no more Fred. Six months. You got this. The hard part was over. It’s time to move on.

You looked around the dusty apartment, in need or repair on every corner.

But it was the cheapest you could find. Top floor and in rubble.

You loved it though. It was distraction. It was something you could fix, something you had control on.

So you dropped the box on the table, hearing it fall behind you and letting you laugh.

“Okay then.”

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Who would have thought you would be done in two months? The flooring was done and the walls were dry and in nice pastel colour. The kitchen was the first to fix, living room was right after and the bathroom up next. The last was your bedroom, which was still in the making but for you it really wasn’t a rush since you mostly slept on the couch, falling asleep meanwhile watching the TV after work.

You were waiting for your paycheck so you could finally buy a warderobe instead of always picking your clothes from your suitcase and other parts of apartment.

You were a Hufflepuff. You needed plants, despite how much you would remember to water them, which would probably be once every three weeks. Professor Sprout would shake her head in disappointment.

You looked over the clock and the calandar underneath it.

October.

You felt a memory flash across your mind.

You and Perry would have had a one year anniversary in only a few more days.

That put a smile on your lips. He always told you stories of how he would celebrate it with you.

But then again he didn’t know that just two months later, after the winter holidays, you would go break up with him. That two months later on Christmas eve, Death Eaters would kill his parents, his little sister and him... him last because they wanted him to witness the death of all of his family.

Perry Bash. The Ravenclaw with aqua marine eyes.

You closed your eyes shut, squeezed them tightly until you felt tears fell from your dry eyes. All in that dark moment, you could have felt nothing but guilt and grief mixed with rage.

“He was so good.” you heard yourself mumble. Not to yourself but to whoever was up there, controlling who lives and who dies. “He didn’t deserve that.”

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That was why you were at his grave, for the first time after ten months. Standing... standing and grieving at the sight of a gorgeous, marble grave made for the whole family. There was barely any flowers but mostly because his family lived all across the world.

You kneeled down at the foot of the grave, numb to the tears that left tracks on your cheeks, soaking into earth. You held a boquet of roses in your hands, squeezing them as you continued to read his name.

Pericles Indeevar Bash.

“Hm...” you quirked one eyebrow. “I thought you were just Perry.” you thought, not aware that you thought outloud.

Pericles. You knew what it meant. It meant glory in Greek but Indeevar. That was something you have heard of but not so often to know its meaning and origin.

“Glory.” you mumbled again, this time to yourself as you felt a wave of guilt wash over you. “At everything, huh?” you smiled up at the grave. “Quidditch, grades... even the stupid running.” you turned your eyesight back to your awfully painted nails. You started to peel off the colour.

You felt so afraid. So guilty... You felt your heart will tear itself all over again.

“I’m so sorry, Perry.” your voice was dry and heavy. You tried clearing it but it was as if something was scratching it from the inside.

You sniffed and wiped the tears as you looked up at the sky. Taking a deep breath, you realized just how cold October got. You were shivering but not from the cold. You were shivering because you were so sorrwoful. Your heart was drowning in it and there was just a small tip of the heart that wasn’t wet yet, drowning in it. And it held itself like iceberg. You didn’t want to drown in it.

Yes, you were scared.

Yes, you felt guilty.

Yes, you grieved but he had to know.

“I kissed Fred.” you blurted out, your throat sore. “I kissed him that night when you played against his house. I told him I loved him. I wanted to leave you for him- but... but back then I didn’t realize how much you meant to me until you were gone from me. Gone before I could say anything. When I lost you I felt like the weight of the world fell on me and I wasn’t able to breathe. I wanted to but I couldn’t because you weren’t there to help me.” you sniffed again. The runny nose was stopping you from your confession. You dragged it in and wiped every liquid from your face with your sleeve. “Those two months were the happiest months of my entire life. You kept your promise and made me happy every day and I was so selfish that I couldn’t have done the same to you-” you threw your head into your palms and started sobbing right in front of the grave. “I’m so sorry, Perry!” you cried, unable to see nor breathe. You were cold. “I miss you so much!” you stopped thinking and just cried everything you felt; a mess of words and emotions. “I’m so alone, Perry.” you continued to weep, wishing so hard he could hold you close, hold your hand, speak to you with his soothing voice, comfort you with his aqua marine eyes. “And cold!” you bawled, tightening the grip around you and holding yourself.

And when the wind blew against you like the usual October wind does, strong and dominant in its force, you would expect it to be cold and sharp because winter is around the corner but to you that wind felt as if it was hugging you whole, in its warmth and comfort, pulling you back on your feet and letting you fly travel away with him.

It felt familiar. It felt like an embrace, a gentle one that kept on holding you. It moved from your cold back into the front until you felt it only on the palms of your hands.

You looked up and stared at the nothingness. You wanted to believe it. You wanted to believe he was there because everything you had felt at this moment was excatly how he made you feel.

He made you feel safe. Safe and warm.... and not alone. He made your stomach fill with butterflies, your heart race and melt away the cold iceberg.

And your heart spoke instead of you. “I love you.”

Saying that caused something to squeeze your hands and from the tips of your fingers, the warmth spread all over you.

It was magical but it was real and like he always managed to do... he gave you strenght.

#fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagines

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crystalirises · 4 years

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Clouds V.2.

Help girl, I think I’m confused./j

I swear I posted this??? Huh??? I can’t find it on my blog? Bruh????

Sorry if I did post this and this becomes a repost, I just can’t find the original post (am I being dumb wtf???)

Anyway... uh... second version of the Clouds fic I posted. Again, sorry if this is a repost I literally am so confused rn. Help ;-; (did I delete it??? omg I can’t remember whut)

It can also be found on Ao3 but Tumblr is being weird for me rn so I can’t add the ao3 link ;-;

Edit: I found the original post but it doesn’t appear unless I click on the fundy tag on my own blog but if I look at just the blog it doesn’t appear... I am so confused tumblr what did I do.

So, same warnings as the previous Clouds fic.

TW: Poisoning and Major Character Death

The pitter-patter of his footsteps echoed loudly against the cobblestone, wringing his hands together he wondered if it would be too inconsiderate of him to cancel at the last second. Ghostbur would be here at any second. The thought only fueled the terrible anxiety that had taken over him the moment Ghostbur had suggested his idea. He should just pretend he was sick... Yeah. Yeah. He could do that, right?

His ears twitched at the top of his head, drooping as he recalled that today was supposed to be a happy one. Phil had come over and Eret had shown him around the castle as Fundy watched from behind the corner. Phil had given nothing away, his lips set into a thin line as he took in the stone walls of the structure. Fundy felt his heart pound at the recent memory, he really thought Phil was going to refuse.

"As you can see, there's plenty of room here for Fundy. I was actually planning to give him this entire wing of the—" Eret was a great host, a perpetual smile on their face despite the tense atmosphere between them and Phil. Fundy didn't know how Eret could keep their calm when he was over there panicking.

"That's enough, Eret. I've seen enough." Phil's voice cut through the air. It was the only time he's spoken since the tour began. Eret turned to face him, their flurried movement muffled by the soft red carpet beneath their feets.

"What's the verdict, then?" Eret's voice was soft, a hint of their own nervousness coming through his tone. Fundy was shaking. He liked Eret. He really did. But Phil... He didn't know what Phil knew about Eret but—

"You're a kind person, Eret, and I can see you've put a lot of thought into this adoption thing." Phil let out a sigh, gesturing to one of the rooms. "Shall we look at the papers then?"

The two disappeared into the room, leaving Fundy to his thoughts. Eret had left the door open a crack, an invitation. Fundy couldn't bring himself to hear Phil break the news that, no, he wasn't getting adopted. Not if Phil had anything to say about it. Fundy sat down in one of the alcoves, forlornly gazing out the window at the clouds that drifted into view. It felt as if an eternity had passed before he heard the creak of the door.

He looked over at the two, a warm grin on both their faces. "You'll be a great parent, Eret. Take good care of him." Phil patted Eret on the back. "If they ever do you wrong, Fundy. Don't ever hesitate to tell me."

And with that, Phil walked away, declining Eret's offer to escort him out the castle.

He looked at Eret - his dad? mom? ren? - disbelief on his face as he realized that it was over. He... He had a parent again!

"D-dad?" The word felt foreign against his tongue... but it felt right.

Eret smiled, opening up his arms. "Come here, son."

He practically jumped into his new parent's arms, a happiness he hadn't felt in a long time bubbling from within him. "Thank you."

Fundy awoke from the memory, a smile had climbed its way to his face as he thought of the events of the morning. He wanted to spend the rest of the day with Eret but Ghostbur paid him a visit. The ghost looked pale - well paler than a ghost should be - he flickered in and out of view so fast that Fundy thought his mind was playing a trick on him. Fundy expected that visit, but he didn't expect what Ghostbur wanted to say.

As blood seeped from the ghost's chest, he had fallen to his knees (uh... Fundy wasn't sure if the ghost tail could be counted as knees), begging Fundy to give him one last day to be a father. If it had been the old Wilbur, Fundy would have said no. But... He couldn't help but pity Ghostbur. He was trying so hard to fix his mistakes… and it wasn't like he knew what he had done in his life. How could Fundy leave him in such a desolate state?

He should have said no. What would he even say? There’s so many things he wished he could say. But Ghostbur… he wasn’t Wilbur. Wilbur was gone, replaced by a pitiful remnant of the man’s spirit. Maybe he should just leave and say he was sick—

“So— Fundy!”

Shit. Too late to go back now. A shiver ran down his spine as the ghost’s presence made itself known, Ghostbur’s low voice causing him to jump a bit as he turned to look around. Ghostbur had a soft smile on his face, his complexion paler than before. Phantom blood clung to the man’s yellow sweater, dripping every so often only to dissipate the moment it reached the ground. Fundy could only hope that Ghostbur’s blood didn’t end up inside the picnic basket he was carrying.

“Hey. Hey, Wil. So, what’s with the picnic basket?”

“Oh! I was wondering what we could do today and then I remembered. Remember when you were younger and we would have a picnic near the riverbank?” There was a glint in Ghostbur’s eyes, Fundy swears he’s seen it before. “I… I thought we could do that.”

Fundy doesn’t have the heart to tell the ghost that... technically… the only person who’ll be eating was Fundy. He sighed, nodding as an answer to Ghostbur’s question. “We used to do it with mom.” He does not miss the way Ghostbur’s smile disappears, grief flickering on the ghost’s face at the mention of his old love. The sad emotion faded just as quickly, replaced by that infuriating smile as if nothing had just happened. “Lead the way then, Wil.”

“OH! Right!”

Ghostbur floated beside him, the cobblestone pathways gave way to wooden bridges and wooden bridges gave way to grassy plains. Fundy wondered why Ghostbur wanted to have their picnic away from New L’Manburg when there was a river nearby its borders. He would ask… if the ghost didn’t keep changing the topic every second. Ghostbur alternated between telling what he had done that day to what Fundy had done that day. Fundy could hardly keep up with the conversation at all. It was almost as if the ghost was rambling.

“I helped Niki with her bakery today—“

“Oh? That’s great, Wil—“

“Have you talked with Niki recently?”

“Well, I—“

“Oh, I also had a small chat with Phil!”

“Uh huh.”

“He eventually had to leave for something, mentioning Eret and a meeting…”

“That’s probably cause—“

“You like Phil, right?”

“Yeah, Wil can you pick one—“

“Oh I also picked some flowers and some berries today.”

“That’s great, Wil.”

“I made you a salad!”

“Oh.”

Fundy tuned out midway, seeing as Ghostbur didn’t really care for what he had to say. He looked up into the sky instead, watching the clouds float by, their ethereal presence soothing him a bit. He began to trace their edges, imagining a world within the clouds. If he looked closely, he could almost see a cloud that looked just like a salmon. He felt a sharp pang in his heart, a memory from his childhood echoing from the recesses of his mind.

“My little champion, look at you. When did you get so big, huh?” Wilbur held him closely to his chest, a calloused hand caressing his hair as they made their way through the grassy field. The sun was shining brightly in the sky, a beautiful day… a peaceful day. “What present do you want, huh?”

He looked up, the clouds that floated above their heads looked like the marshmallows that his uncle Tommy had once given him. He pointed at one that looked suspiciously like a flower, “Clouds.” Wilbur laughed, holding his son closer.

“You deserve the world, Fundy.” He placed a small kiss on the top of Fundy’s head. “Someday.”

“Hurry up, you two!” His mother’s voice drifted across the field, the sunlight tangled in her long red hair. She had gone ahead to unpack for the picnic. Fundy could remember her smile, her deep love for him… but… he… he can’t recall what she looked like…

“Fundy?” He tore himself away from the memory, his mother taught him to see the shapes in the clouds, didn’t she? there was a cold hand pressed against his cheek, Ghostbur’s eyes peered down at him from above. The steady noise of a rushing river registered in his ears, how long had he zoned out? He moved away from Ghostbur’s touch, the heat returning to his cheek. “We’re here.” The ghost gestured to the idyllic spot they had stopped at… it almost felt familiar…

“Huh. Sorry, I was… thinking.”

“It’s alright, so— Fundy. Here, sit down.” Fundy looked at the patch of grass his father had pointed to, the picnic basket having been placed down beside it. “Are you hungry? Now, we both know I’m not a great cook but I… tried my best with the salad.”

Fundy hesitantly looked inside the basket, nightmares of Wilbur’s… less than stellar cooking coming to mind. The salad looked dangerously pink, a multitude of berries mixed into the strange creation. Fundy looked up, the chill of Ghostbur’s eager gaze eventually forced him to take the salad out of the basket. He tries not to jump as Ghostbur claps his hands together, spinning mid-air with an almost manic glee.

“It… looks great, Wil.”

No, it did not look great, but… Ghostbur seemed so happy, and Fundy hasn’t even taken a bite yet. Ghostbur giggled, floating down to sit beside Fundy. “It took me a while to gather everything I needed.”

Fundy looked at down at the pink mess of a salad and shakily took a bite. He tries not to gag at the bitter taste on his tongue. Ghostbur looked so happy and he didn’t want to ruin the poor ghost’s efforts. He sighed, shoveling more of the muck into his mouth. The sooner he finishes eating, then the sooner he can get back home to Eret. Ghostbur hummed beside him, seemingly satisfied as Fundy continued to eat.

“You know…” Ghostbur’s voice broke through the silence. Fundy looked up, shaking his head a bit as the world blearily spun around him. “I… don’t like Eret.”

“Wil… the papers were already signed, okay?” Fundy nearly snarls. He didn’t come here to talk about this. “It doesn’t matter what you— I-I thought you wanted to spend time with me!”

Ghostbur blinked down at him, his mouth agape in surprise. “W-wha— Of course I do! I-I’m just… I-I don’t see why you need another father when I’m right he—

“Okay, okay, that’s enough, Wilbur. It’s been fun, it’s been great. But if this is all you wanted to talk about then I’m leaving.” Fundy sighed. He didn’t know what he expected, but he had heard enough. His head was starting to pound… he turned to stand up, “You know what, Wil—“

He shuddered, falling back onto the ground as the world faded into a blur. He felt weak, his head beginning to ache… was he… was he sick? He shivered, curling into himself as a wave of nausea rolled over him.

“Wha— Wil… What did you—“

“I’m sorry, Fundy.” Ghostbur floated into view, a halo of white around his form as he placed a cold hand on Fundy’s head. “I… I tried! I want you to be happy Fundy but I just... Eret? You want Eret as your dad?”

“W-Wil…”

He felt those ghostly hands gently caress his hair, exhaustion seeping into his veins. “It took me a while to find those foxgloves… Niki almost caught me… b-but you have to understand, Fundy, I’m doing this for you!”

“I—“ Fundy whined, his headache worsening as his vision began to blur. He felt so tired…

“I know it hurts, but I promise it’ll be over soon.” Wilbur let out a small huff, wrapping his arms around Fundy’s shivering form, wishing that he could provide some semblance of comfort. “I’ll be here when you wake up. Just… you must be tired, huh?”

Fundy cried as Ghostbur began to hum a familiar tune.

‘I don’t want this.’

‘I don’t want to die like this.’

‘Why did I trust you, Wilbur?’

Fundy began to weep, Ghostbur’s constricting embrace the last thing he feels as he finally falls into sleep.

“It all started on a day like any another”

Fundy woke to a bloody red sky.

“All the salmon had swum to the sea”

The sun was setting in the distance.

“When my lover she darted, away from the stream”

Fundy felt the soft grass that tickled against his skin.

“With a heart that she’d taken from me”

The clouds were beginning to drift away.

“And my chest though it ached, there was hope”

Where was he?

“A little beacon of light”

He knew that song. He looked up, a familiar silhouette stood nearby.

“Though my sunniest days were now stolen away”

“D-dad?”

There was a satisfied grin on Wilbur’s face.

“Hello, son.”

“I still had our son by my side.”

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I am so confused I swear I posted this ;-; (maybe I deleted it idk...)

So yeah this is the second version, hope you guys liked it! Sorry if this is annoying, I’m trying to sort out some stuff on Tumblr cause some of my posts are just *poof* ;-;

Anyway, bye bye.

#fundy #wilbur soot #eret #mcyt #i swear i posted this before hnggggg

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ibijau · 3 years

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Deathbed Wedding pt8

Qingheng-Jun faces accusations, and Yu Ziyuan makes a suggestion (Also on AO3)

In the end, Qingheng-Jun decided to follow the younger men as they went to check on Nie Huaisang. Although they had mentioned having other things to do, Lan Qiren, Meng Yao, and Yu Ziyuan followed close behind, sensing perhaps that there was a real risk for problems if Qingheng-Jun and Nie Mingjue were to be left in the same room without supervision. Although Yu Ziyuan probably only knew a few rumours, Lan Xichen knew that his uncle was aware of the full situation, and from what Nie Huaisang used to say about Meng Yao it was likely the young man also knew more than he should have.

Jiang Yanli led them all to a guest room where Nie Huaisang had been installed while Yunmeng Jiang’s physician cared for him.

As soon as he stepped inside and saw the state of his brother, Nie Mingjue let out a noise like a wounded beast and ran toward the bed. He knelt down next to it, his hands hovering over the body there, yet not daring to touch anything for fear of making the injuries worse. Only when the Jiang physician gently told him on her way out that it would not cause problems did Nie Mingjue dare to take one of his brother’s hands in his. Even then he held it as if it were something delicate, and even the gentlest of touches might leave a mark.

“A-Sang,” he called in a low voice. “A-Sang, I’m here. Can you hear me?”

There was no answer.

If not for the slow, laboured rise and fall of his chest, Nie Huaisang might have looked dead already. From where he stood in the doorway, Lan Xichen could see that most of his lover’s body was covered with bandages that were stained by healing salves and blood. Even his face had not been spared. The left side appeared somewhat intact, but the right one was covered in bandages like the rest of Nie Huaisang’s body.

“He was grounded,” Nie Mingjue said, glancing behind toward Meng Yao who tensed and couldn’t help hiding a little behind Yu Ziyuan and Lan Qiren. “How did he get to that Night Hunt?”

“He must have found a way out,” Meng Yao hesitantly replied, avoiding his sect leader's eyes. “Nie zongzhu knows that his brother can be quite… quite stubborn. And Nie zongzhu never saw fit to tell me where he went, so I was unable to warn him when I discovered that Nie gongzi had left.”

“I left him in your hands, Meng Yao!”

Meng Yao flinched, and bowed silently. Lan Xichen felt sorry for him, and hoped he would not pay too high a price for his failure to keep Nie Huaisang safe.

“Are you going to stay over there?” Nie Mingjue snarled, turning his attention to Lan Xichen who flinched as well. “After all this, he’s not good enough for you anymore?”

Trembling and half sick from the smell of blood and medicine that reached him even from where he was, Lan Xichen hesitated. If he came close, if he really saw Nie Huaisang, if he could touch him, this would all be real. But if he stayed away, then maybe it would just turn out to be a dream, or a mistake. It couldn’t be his beloved, laying on that bed. It had to be someone else, because Nie Huaisang should never have been allowed to endure such suffering.

And yet to be away from him was a torture as well. After so long, Lan Xichen needed to be close to his lover again, to hold his hand one last time.

Between the need to stay away and the need to be close, the second won. Lan Xichen took a step forward, only to be stopped when his father grabbed his arm.

“We had an agreement,” Qingheng-Jun reminded him. “If you do not keep your part of it by behaving, then I will count myself free of the demands you made of me.”

Lan Xichen hesitated again, until his uncle intervened and forced his father to let go of his arm.

“I won’t hear that from you,” Lan Qiren sneered. “Let the boy have this at least. Go, Xichen. Your father won’t fault you for your grief.”

Without losing a moment more, Lan Xichen walked to the bed. He dared not be next to Nie Mingjue at the moment, so he went to the other side of the bed and knelt there. Just as he had suspected earlier, the right side of Nie Huaisang’s body was in a worse state than the left. Lan Xichen, after a glance at Nie Mingjue, took Nie Huaisang’s other hand in his and started checking his pulse. He found his lover’s heart weak, and his energies nearly entirely gone, like a candle on the brink of giving its last spark.

Ever since hearing about the tragedy when they were in Gusu, Lan Xichen had fought to keep his composure, hoping against all hope that it would turn out a false alarm, and taking example on Nie Mingjue’s self-control. Now though, his usual calm failed him and he broke into tears, pressing his lips against the back of Nie Huaisang’s hand while sobbing heavily.

“How did it happen?” Nie Mingjue asked, staring at his brother's ashen face. “Weren’t his friends there too?”

“They were,” Yu Ziyuan confirmed coolly. “They say he ended up like this because he distracted the beast that ambushed them, and gave them a chance to flee. I owe him my son’s life, Nie zongzhu. So does Lan zongzhu, for that matter.”

Nie Mingjue did not reply, but through his tears Lan Xichen saw his friend’s expression darken. No matter what, he would prefer having his brother alive and well as a foolish coward, rather than to see him heroic but dying. But then, with what Lan Xichen had told him only some days prior...

Although he had little sympathy left for his father, Lan Xichen nearly told him to run while he still could, lest he suffer the full power of Nie Mingjue’s wrath.

He would have, if not for how cold Nie Huaisang’s hand felt in his, how much the boy he loved struggled to breathe.

“Lan zongzhu, a while ago I came to suggest a marriage between my brother and your son,” Nie Mingjue remarked, calmly, gently running his fingers against his brother's cheek. “At the time you said you had objections regarding my brother’s cultivation. You said that unless it improved, such a union could not be considered.”

“I said that. Are you trying to blame me for this, Nie zongzhu? I could not have been expected to guess he would not know his own limits. Although this is a tragedy…”

“What did he need to do?” Nie Mingjue cut him, gently putting his brother’s hand back on the bed before rising to his feet and walking up to Qingheng-Jun, towering over him. “Well? At what point would you have decided that he was good enough, when his reputation was apparently the only true objection you had to this union? Would this have been enough?” he snarled, gesturing at the bed, his eyes never leaving Qingheng-Jun’s. “Would anything have been enough?”

Qingheng-Jun did not answer right away, surprised by the question. Guessing what was going on, he turned his gaze to his son and glared at him.

“I don’t know what Xichen told you, but…”

“He told me the truth,” Nie Mingjue snapped. “Which is more than can be said of you. You were never going to allow that marriage, were you?”

Qingheng-Jun hesitated, as any wise man would have done when faced with Nie Mingjue’s wrath. Saying the truth would only bring trouble at that point, yet lying wasn’t an option either, because both Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren knew better, and neither of them would let Qingheng-Jun get away with it.

Not after this.

When Qingheng-Jun’s silence lasted to long for his taste, Lan Qiren coughed lightly to get Nie Mingjue’s attention.

“Xiongzhang believes that mixing love and marriage is not a good idea,” he said in a conciliatory tone, his expression one of concern and innocence. “Although his sons had not been informed of it when you came for your offer, Lan zongzhu had already decided long ago that a love match would not be an option for them, since he thinks it makes men foolish. As he told me after, he only meant to let you down gently. Since he spends little time with people, and even less with teenagers, he never realised that Nie gongzi would take his words as a challenge.”

Hearing those veiled accusations, Qingheng-Jun turned pale, while Lan Xichen shot his uncle a grateful look.

He had known since childhood that his father and uncle were not on good terms, but for the sake of their sect they usually managed to put their difference aside and act as a team. Lan Qiren had endured a lot for his brother’s sake. He had accepted a murderer as his sister-in-law, taken on the responsibilities of a sect leader without any of the advantages. He had also raised his brother’s sons as if they were his own, caring for them as their parents never did, and so perhaps Qingheng-Jun should have guessed on which side Lan Qiren would be on this matter.

“Strong passions lead to bad choices and regrets,” Qingheng-Jun stated coldly, gesturing impatiently toward the bed. “Look at Xichen now. The way he’s reacting to this is proof that I was right, and if anything those boys should not have been allowed to get so close. If you had been more careful, Qiren, this would not have happened.”

Ignoring the way Lan Qiren rolled his eyes, Qingheng-Jun turned to his son with a severe expression.

“Take it from my experience,” he said. “Love is fleeting. Marriage should be a partnership and the two parties should work together, but it brings nothing good to mix emotions into it. When you marry…”

“I will not marry,” Lan Xichen hissed at him, pressing his lips to Nie Huaisang’s hand. “You cannot make me, not after this.”

“You will marry. Or have you forgotten our agreement?”

Lan Xichen clenched his teeth and dropped his forehead against the back of his lover’s hand. He could not have forgotten, though he regretted that choice now.

He had been threatening to run to Qinghe and simply elope with Nie Huaisang when his father had attacked him with that offer. It had been a low blow, forcing him to choose between his lover and his brother, the two people he liked best in the world, knowing one of them would suffer no matter what he decided. Lan Xichen, in the end, had given in to reason and duty.

With the way things had turned out, he regretted it. If he had run away that day, then Nie Huaisang would never have gone on that Night Hunt, would not be laying on that bed, mangled and dying.

“So it is true that Lan gongzi had a special relationship with Nie gongzi,” Yu Ziyuan remarked with some disdain to her voice, bringing everyone's attention on herself.

She did not look too impressed by the news of Lan Xichen and Nie Huaisang's relationship, but she also seemed less upset than Lan Xichen would have guessed. All in all, he thought she just looked rather bored.

“I did not want to listen to rumours before, but this confirms it,” she continued. “I must say, it makes me reconsider the option of marrying my daughter to him. An unresolved first love never does a marriage any good. I might change my mind about our agreement, Lan zongzhu. Unless…”

“Unless?” Qingheng-Jun asked, smoothing his features in a more polite expression.

“Unless we do resolve that first love,” Yu Ziyuan suggested, glancing at Nie Huaisang. “That boy, in his current condition, isn’t going to live very long. Lan zongzhu can check himself, if he doesn’t believe me. If you were to give in, it would only delay our plans for a little while, and I am sure that Lan gongzi will know to be grateful in the future and behave appropriately.”

Qingheng-Jun frowned at her.

“What do you mean about giving in?”

Yu Ziyuan smiled, showing too much teeth to have any hint of warmth in her expression.

“Isn’t it obvious? Lan zongzhu, I am saying to marry your son to Nie gongzi before he dies.”

#xisang #nie huaisang #lan xichen #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #jau writes #deathbed wedding au

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huaanonigiri · 3 years

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guys I'll say this one and I don't take criticism, or anything bc I won't change my mind. But Wanda Maximoff is the most powerful being in the MCU that I know of. Let me expalin: like many other heroes in Marvel, she's got a lot, and seriously, A LOT of trauma that have characterized her and made her who she is,we know that right? so, my argument is: Wanda, even after all she's been through, after losing everything she held close to her heart was taken away from her, has managed not to only stay strong, but to show just how strong and how much she can do even at her worst. For example, after loosing Pietro, we can see how, when she had her breakdown while fighting, she kinda like, activated some type of power wave that destroyed all the robots around her (rrwatch that scene if you don't get what I mean). Then we have Inifnity war. My girl literally managed not only to stop/greatly slow Thanos from advancing while breaking a FUCKING INFINITY STONE while ALSO killing her love (and the last person that she held close to her heart), which caused her to literally have an emotional breakdown literally in the middle of all of this scene, and she managed to achieve that goal of sacrificing her love and break the Mind Stone before Thanos could get to it. and not to add that she had to Watch Visión die by both hers and Tganos' hands, since Tahnos sued the Time Stone to reverse time and all that (which FOEDNT INVALIDATE and all the fact that Wanda managed to successfully stop him and destroying the mind stone while having an emotional breakdown and experienced a traumatic event). Not only that, but, because of her emotional state, she managed to create her own fake/desired reality of a whole ass town (BEING FUCKING UNCONSCIOUS THAT SHE HERSELF DID IT, SHE HONESTLY DIDN'T KNOW WTF WAS GOING ON UNTILL LIKE, MID SEASON1). She also managed to fight an idk-how-old-but-surely-really-old witch that held a lot of knowledge about witchcraft (or well, the magic they possessed), more than heldef, who didn't even consider herself a witch, and come out victorious (and is currently learning from a surely-dangerous-that-contains-dark-spells spells book). what I mean to say is, Wanda, inher average, controlled emotional state, is very powerful itself, but when mixed with intense emotions she becomes a being so fesrfulling yet amazingly powerful.

Now, I'm sure many of you will come at me with soemthing about Thor or some other avenger. But let me argue with this: Wanda managed to unbalance Thor in AoU with her mind manipulation. Also, clearly has lost as much things as Wanda has, and I'm not trying to invalidate him, bc it's not about that, but he has something that she doesn't have: he has a new family, if I remember well after End Game he kinda joined (or went with) the Guardians of the Galaxy (but correct me if I'm wrong please). What I mean to say (regardless of who he ended up with), Thor was not left alone and found a place and people to be with. Meanwhile Wanda was all by herself: Steve: Dead. Natasha: Dead. Clint: unknown but surely being with his family and mourning Nat. Sam and Bucky (who were part of the CAP. Team so surely they must e bonded one way or another): not as close as the first three (I like to think she had a closer relationship with Nat and Clint, but still, even if that's not the case Clint had his own struggling and Idk why or how, but they separated paths, so that's that). She practically lost everyone who she held closest to her heart: Parents, Pietro, Vission, HER SONS! She was left to grief on her own with no one to reach to her, and while Thor has indeed lost the same things as her, he either already mourned them or (specifically in Loki's case) already knows how to deal with. But Wanda? no, she lost loved one after loved one. When she lost her parents, she only had her brother, and when she lost her brother she found love in Vision, died twice in a row (literally) in front of he, and after her fake/desired reality was broken because she unintentionally was hurting other and knew she had to stop, meanignt hat she didn't only had to let go of Vision, AGAIN, but also of her twin sons, of her PERFECT, HAPPY LIFE. Also, Thor is a God, so he obviously will be more powerful than mere humans, but that's the thing. For a simple human such as Wanda to be so fucking powerful, especially when her emotions are out of control (or even being aware of what she does), clesrly tells ME (and I enphasise in ME bc it's my opinion) that she is one of the lost powerful beings in the whole MCU (also, Thor missed killing Thanos the first time just bc he wanted to have some quick revenge talk, which was a mistake, and when he DID kill Thanos, it was never a real fight like in the end of Infinity War and End Game, so I wouldn't really count that. Meanwhile, I'm sure that Wanda wouldn't have hesitated even a bit, fuck revenge talk, decapitate the grape the moment the opportunity presents itself).

Also, if someone is going to mention Captain Marvel, my argument fort hat debate is that, as far as I know, CAP hasn't gone through the same thing as Wanda (unlike Thor), and her powers are always like, under control, because honestly, when you see when someone has true, strong power is when hey loose control of it (like when Wanda created her own fucking reality and mad eit what she wanted, which I really relate it with the Reality stone, but that's a talk for another day). What I mean to say is, Captain Marvel is strong, but when it comes to power, I honestly think Wanda has the upper hand 6and same with Thor, she's got the upper hand on both)

And this, people, is my analysis and explanation on why Wanda is the most powerful Avenger and character in the whole MCU (of what I've seen, since I havent like, watched or read ALL of what Marvel has). As I said, I take no criticism and I will not change my mind, also, this is MY PERSONAL OPINION, and I'm saying this bc I already see some ppl coming at me as I said the most insulting thing (everyone has opinions, and this is mine). So, all THAT being said, thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

#marvel #mcu #wanda maximoff #wandavision #pietro #age of ultron #infinity war #end game #Wanda máximos if powerful af and no one can change my mind #vision #scarlet witch #elizabeth olson

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