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kerubimcrepin · 6 days

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Liveread: Dofus tome 2 – Le fil pourpre

I didn't know about this until the post by @julith-jurgen that included art from this book, but as it turns out — Kerubim makes an appearance in one of the Dofus choose your own adventure novels.

I will say: I couldn't find PDFs for myself, or any other way to read these books... For a second, I thought all hope is lost... However, fortunately, I am a member of a discord that frequently runs games using these books, translating them along the way. So, while reading this post, you will see quotes from that discord translation.

(It feels a bit corny, but shout out to @uelman for running those games and translating this! ;><)

You ask a passerby how to reach Kerub Crepin's shop. The young man replies that the shop is at the Ecalfip statue's square. It'll probably still be open, even at this late hour.

The novels, as far as I am aware, are set at the time of the Dofus MMOs. This part in particular references the old layout of Astrub city in Dofus MMO as well.

Before a major update, there were various classes' gods' statues around the city, and Kerubim's was right across the Ecaflip one.

You're looking forward to meeting this unique figure described by Meriana. According to the magician, Kerub is a retired hero and a great storyteller... and he's in possession of an item vital in the quest for the Crimson Dofus.

Meriana is a major character in the Dofus MMO, and someone who helps you find all the Dofus in the game. She is an Enutrof demigoddess who possesses a true fortune of knowledge and books.

In the game, Kerubim says that the two of them are friends.

You arrive to a square with an imposing white stone statue of the god Ecaflip. Nearby, a sign in the shape of a bow meow's head swings in the night's breeze. It points to the store of Kerub Crepin, one of the most renowned adventurers in the World of Twelve.

Considering the fact that Joris sends the player, in-game, directly to Kerubim, and says literally nothing about them being related, I like to think that people not into adventurer/immortal/political gossip, knowing that Kerubim and Joris are related is like, "below the surface of the water" knowledge.

Knowing that Atcham exists is "middle of the iceberg" knowledge, and knowing how exactly they're related and who is older, is the "deep ocean" level of knowledge, respectively.

You've never seen such a bric-a-brac. There's vials, flasks, vases, bottle and pots. Old dusty books are piled up everywhere. Some weapons are displayed on the walls. Skulls stare at you with their empty eye sockets, while chests, trunks and cases hide other objects.

Oldass books and creepy decorations are apparently a familial trait.

You climb up the wooden stairway. You hear someone talk in a hoarse voice. "...we're starting to have too much dust around here, Luis. I know you're very touchy on this subject, but just a single good wiping with a thaumaturgical feather duster would be enough... Luis? Ah look at that, the bugger fell asleep! It's not that late, I'd say..."

KERUBIM USE YOUR CHANCE. CLEAN UP WHILE HE'S SLEEPING. KERUBIM——

You enter a room with shelves in front of all the walls. An old white furred Ecaflip is sitting on an armchair, steaming mug in hand. He smiles at you from ear to ear. "Welcome! Come closer, don't be scared. Oh, I see you're accompanied by a spirit... not a violent one, I hope? As long as he knows to keep himself in check and doesn't make my furniture fly around, he can haunt the house freely. So, what can I do for you?" You introduce yourself shortly. "A pleasure. I'm Kerub Crepin, humble owner of the most amazing magic shop in the whole Krosmoz. No matter what you're looking for: you will find it here. Let me guess... You're searching for a magical weapon able to destroy your enemies? I have an inflatable sword right here, a wholly original model that was a huge hit at the latest armourer convention. It comes with a pack of patches. Do you want a way to bring your friend back to life? I think I still have an Erzal potion. Although, I have to warn you that it has some secondary effects, and if his original body was in a bad shape, the result could be... unexpected."

He is never beating those necromancy allegations... But either way, I am pretty sure the Ezral potion here might be this?

Very interested at first, Oskar quickly realises that Kerub's potion is not the solution to his problem. As for you, you tell the Ecaflip that you were sent by the magician Meriana. "Meriana? Haha! How's the old witch doing? It's been a long time since she passed by Astrub. She can't stand crowds. She's always been like that... So, tell me, what Dofus are you after? Emerald, Ochre, Turquoise?" You reply that you're after the Crimson Dofus. "Oh, Ignemikhal's egg! You know, I had it in my hands a long time ago... but I'd need many days just to tell this story, and no doubt you're in a hurry. You've got a long way ahead of you... and it's not going to be a straight line, oh no! You'll have to adventure into the Minotoror's labyrinth... there's a bloody stroll waiting for you there." Kerub drinks a sip of his mug, then stands up and asks you to follow him. "I have a debt towards Meriana, so I will help you. You're lucky, I have exactly what you need. Come, follow me to the attic."

Love how casual he is about asking which Dofus is being sought after, here. Like this is just another weekday for him.

You follow the old Ecaflip and start climbing up the tight red wood stairs. You mention to your host that not that long ago, you too were a Kerub. "Haha, you were part of Incarnam's guards, that right? Many years ago, I served amongst the ranks of the Kerub's militia. At the time, they weren't named that... they took the Kerub name in my honour, to thank me from saving the celestial island from a great danger. It's an incredible story. It all began when...-" "Eh, sorry to interrupt you, Mister Crepin, but... are you renting the loft to anyone?" Oskar, who silently floated behind you, points to a ray of light coming from the floorboard above your head. "Judging from the creaks I'm hearing... I'd say you have a visitor." Kerub frowns. Quickly, he opens the attic's trap door and jumps up with the dexterity of a bow meow. You quickly climb up the last steps.

This part references the Celestial Kerubim Militia, which are a faction you join during the tutorial of the Dofus MMO.

In the game he also speaks of having been the reason the militia is named that way, and you can see a framed photo/painting of him in their headquarters.

The same image can be seen in the shop in Wakfu MMO's times. As far as I know, the Kerubim Militia may not exist by these times.

Your untimely interruption surprises the attic's inhabitants: the moumouses scarper, the arachnees skedaddle... and four masked individuals are caught in the act. The most surprised one is a red-haired female Rogue: she stays still for a few seconds before an open trunk, lit by the moonlight coming from the skylight. In her black gloved hand, there's a red ball of yarn. Kerub proclaims his outrage at this home invasion. "Hey, give that back, it's mine! Luis, wake up, you old shack!" The redhead makes sign to her sidekicks. "Riko, Lequin, Chypel! Take care of these idiots while I grab the scarper powder!" The three Rogues take the offensive. Kerub grabs a broom lying around. "I'll take her of the lady! I'll leave the other scoundrels to you!"

Hey Keke. Look at me, Keke.

Are you sure about that??

(I'm joking. This book takes place centuries after the show. I doubt these rogues in Dofus times, and Remingron in Wakfu times, care about something that happened so long ago.)

Meanwhile, Kerub seems to have the situation under control: perched at the edge of the skylight, he uses his broom to reflect every single explosive projectile the Rogue leader throws at him. Realising that her way out is blocked, the redhead retreats towards the stairs... but Kerub doesn't plan to let her escape! He puts a spoke in her wheels, rather literally throwing his broom at her legs, making her lose her footing... and the crimson ball of thread she held in her hand. The ball rolls at your feet. You pick it up, challenging the thieves to come take it back.

Not going to lie... Kerubim beating someone with a broom is something I didn't know I needed, until now.

Suddenly, the flooring begins to rise. The attic's trapdoor slams closed. Kerub doesn't seem unnerved, on the contrary. "Finally, you woke up! Come on, Luis, let's get to it, time to clean this up!" The Rogue leader shouts in anger. She throws a glass marble at the floor. A thick mist overruns the room. You can't see anything anymore. Kerub is overtaken by a coughing fit. "Khoff, khoff! Luis, do something! Khoff!" The round skylight extends and expands, letting the smoke out. You barely notice a vague silhouette jumping over you... and going out the window open into the starry sky. "Khoff! She escaped! Agh, that vixen!" You look outside. The redhead landed on the neighbouring roof. She looks back to you and curses at you with her fist to the clouds. "You'll pay for this... We'll meet again!" Then, she disappears into the night. You hear an explosion behind you. The three Rogues managed to open the trapdoor with sheer brute strength. "C'mon guys, we're breaking out!" The ruffians rush down the stairs at full speed. You're about to run after them, but Kerub grabs you by the back of your neck. "Let them flee! What matters, is that the scoundrels left empty-handed, without their loot!" The old Ecaflip points at the ball in your hand. It shines in a bright crimson light.

[imagines Kerubim stopping Joris and Atcham from running after some rogues that broke in and beating them to death] [smiles]

"This ball of yarn is not an ordinary one. It used to be the property of the Ecaflip god. The Big Tease collects balls, it's one of his hobbies. He even invented a game with flabby balls... but this one is very peculiar. It is said that the crimson thread that composes it is tied to the tapestry of three Norrai, the fate weavers. It will guide you through the Minotoror's labyrinth." You thank Kerub for his gift, and ask him he he has any idea of who the red-haired thief could be. "Haha, she caught your eye too? Well, I think I've seen her near the old burnt-down church... she was with a group of fairly sinister individuals." "I know her," intervened Oskar, "Her name is Odetta. She's the right hand woman of Han Reddun, one of the leaders of Astrub's crime syndicate. I already dealt with Reddun before... he tried to drown me in a barrel of alcohol mixed with water. Such a crime against Astrub's fine beer... Don't you see? It's the sign of an insufferable cruelty." "I don't really see it, no," replies Kerub shrugging his shoulders. "I only drink mimilk, or exceptionally, a glass of Chichala. In fact, now that I said that..."

Odetta is a real NPC in the MMO, and she does hang out inside an old burnt-down church.

What is more scary to me is that this implies that Kerubim really did cut down on the alcohol after his turbulent youth and being shown with a beer or drunk every other episode. Therapy real???

The old Ecaflip turns to you. "Something tells me your quest won't be a walk in the park, my young friend, and that you'll need a little help... Follow me, Luis will take care of putting things back into place here." As you walk down, you ask who is this famous Luis he keeps mentioning. "Well he's the soul of the house, he is! Luis is a Shushu, a demon if you like. He haunts this place since forever. No doubt what explains why he behaves like a dragon-pig... Ouch! I'm kidding, Luis, no need to put splinters under my paws!" Back at his shop, Kerub rummages through a big golden chest. "Alright, let's see, where did I put it... Make yourself comfortable, it may take a while. Have a candy, there's a whole bowl. No, not this... Did you know you'll need two relics to reach the centre of the labyrinth? I don't have it in stock anymore, else I'd give you a friend's discount. Oh, I thought I had thrown away this old thing... Oof, I'm starting to regret this. I have to tidy all of this one day... Ah, here it is. A flask of Chichala! Although, now that I think about it, you could also use this Matataure cape... or the Unlucky's Joker!" Kerub puts three items before you: a green flask, a deep red cape, and a playing card.

Kerubim is just like me fr when it comes to cleaning. "Ooof I'm starting to regret this, I have to tidy all of this one day" he will not tidy all of this. at any point in time.

This brings my quick little book-review/liveblog to a close. Overall, a very cute cameo. Especially for me, since I am always very interested in Dofus MMO times, when it comes to Kerubim, Joris, and Atcham. (as if you couldn't tell from the 10k word fanfic i wrote. Dofus MMO lore has me bewitched heart and soul ok?)

#ro liveblogs dofus #gamebooks #wakfu #dofus #krosmoz

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rabbitenn · 7 months

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Love your blog! I've always been a Re:Vale fan (and still am) and didn't have eyes or ears for the other groups…but your characterizations have made me start liking Trigger too. This may be a bit of a controversial request so I won't feel bad if you pass on it. Could I have the Trigger boys reacting to their s/o's tummy growling in front of them? This is not coming from an ED mindset--I've been extremely busy/stressed (working 6+ day weeks, juggling 3 part-time jobs, and having random SNAFU stuff come up with family that results in more responsibilities/duties etc.) and so meals/eating has kind of fallen by the wayside for me. Still eat…but maybe only managing to eat breakfast in a single day or something. Made me crave being taken care of/fussed over by the Trigger boys. Thank you!

SLOW DOWN.

Your schedule is packed and you’ve been neglecting your own health. However, your boyfriend is not having it.

ft. Yaotome Gaku, Kujo Tenn, Tsunashi Ryunosuke x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, comfort, soft caring boyfriends.

hello, lovely ! thank you so much for requesting. Your words honor me, really ! I’m very happy my fics could make you love TRIGGER, that’s really one of the highest compliments I could ever get, so thank you, truly <3 My apologies that I’m quite late in posting this, I hope it’s still to your liking. Also, I hope you can find a moment to take a break too, take care, please !

♡ YAOTOME GAKU

— Gaku misses you.

— The moments you two spend alone together are becoming more and more scarce.

— And it’s not due to any fallouts or misunderstandings, no, far from it, actually.

— You miss him too.

— Because for the last few weeks, all you’ve been doing is work. Commuting from one workplace to another, providing for your family, with barely any days off.

— Which resulted in your time with your boyfriend being affected; fleeting kisses and ‘see you tonight’s are the longest conversations you’ve been sharing lately, your nights cuddled by each other’s side watching movies being cut short when you helplessly fell asleep on Gaku’s shoulder.

— He sighs, a little saddened. It’s unfair you are exerting yourself like this… Without barely a moment to breathe… He hopes you’re only taking on so much work for a short while.

— Laying you down on his bed and pulling the covers snuggly around you, Gaku decides to reserve some time from his own schedule to come see you at work the next day.

♡

Carrying another flowerpot, you heave a sigh the moment you place it on the shelf.

With the back of your hand, you wipe the sweat from your brow. Your arms are slightly shaking, having spent a good part of the morning moving boxes and arranging the shelves of the flower shop you work at part time.

With a sideways glance at the ticking clock, you realize it’s almost lunchtime.

Though it was never really lunchtime for you, as you usually spent the hour you had going over several papers that needed to be sorted for your office job.

Switching the door’s sign to ‘closed’, you pull a chair next to the counter, as a flurry of documents begins to cover the entirety of the wooden surface.

Then, a chiming sound makes you momentarily lose your focus.

“Sorry, we’re closed.” You announce, not even bothering to raise your gaze from the work at hand.

You hear the door closing with a dull ‘thud’, footsteps approaching.

“I said,” You brace your hands on the table, standing up from your seat. “That we are clo-“

Steel hued eyes meet yours in the middle of your sentence.

“Gaku!” You smile up at him. He doesn’t miss the dark circles under your eyes. “What are you doing here?”

One of his hands cups your cheek, the pads of his fingers smoothing over the tiredness of your skin, as if just like that, he could erase the clouds of sleepless nights from your stare.

“Inviting you to have lunch with me, of course.” He utters, in the blossom scented space that separates you.

You lower your head, hair falling in front of your eyes.

“Dear… I would love that but… I don’t have the time. I’m sorry…” You trail off, thinking of the meager energy drink you’ve had time to buy on your way here this morning.

As if to announce that it is time already for you to have a proper meal, your stomach growls.

Heat rises to your cheeks. This is so embarrassing! For your gut to make that kind of noise in front of your hot boyfriend.

“You didn’t hear that…” You mumble, looking everywhere except at him.

A chuckle causes you to look at him wide eyed.

“Gaku, please, don’t make fun of me…” You whine, holding onto his arm.

Those crystalline eyes of his soften, his hand finding yours.

“I’m not making fun of you, but you need to eat. So I’m taking you to the soba shop, yeah? I’ll drive you back to your other job afterwards.”

“But I… You have work too… I just can’t waste your time like this… driving me afterwards…”

“[Y/n], look at me.” Your boyfriend’s tone is serious, yet still warm.

When your gaze meets his, his expression is solemn.

“You never waste my time. Never.”

You sigh, a tired smile making it to your lips. It warms your heart, really that your partner is so sweet.

“Alright.” You utter, gathering your stuff. “And Gaku?”

“Yes, love?”

“Thank you.” You tell him, as you nuzzle against his side.

“Nothing to thank me for.” He whispers, with a kiss to the crown of your head.

The midday sun outlines your intertwined hands against the concrete as you make your way to his car.

You promise to make time for him soon.

♡ KUJO TENN

— Tenn is very perceptive, so, honestly, it will be hard for you to neglect yourself before he notices and “forces” you to take care.

— He sees how you barely have any energy left whenever you two happen to have the same day off.

— How you’re so flooded with projects for work you barely tell him about your day anymore, dismissing the topic with a ‘busy, as usual.’

— And well, he knows what you’re doing. How, in order to provide for others, to make enough money and keep your superiors at work pleased, you’re running yourself ragged.

— How does he know? Well, because he pretty much does the exact same thing; just giving, to his fans, to his family, to everyone, even at the cost of his own happiness or health.

— But with you, he wants you to put yourself first. You’re so dear to him, Tenn can’t bear the thought of seeing your light dim like this.

— And he will not hesitate to confront you about it.

♡

The shuffling of steps causes for Tenn to look up from his book.

Usually, his face lit up whenever he saw you, but today, the image of you breaks his heart a little.

You look sickly. Your hair is a mess, your clothes are all rumpled, and nasty looking shadows seem to have been permanently etched under the bright eyes he loves to look into.

Tenn swallows; he has to do something about it, your condition is just going to worsen if you keep this up.

“[Y/n]…” Your boyfriend calls you as you rummage through the kitchen cupboards.

“Tenn, do we have any energy bars left?” You ask, still searching.

He sighs. It’s your day off today. And you’re not even going to have a proper meal?

“[Y/n].” He repeats, his tone a tad colder.

“Where did I put them…” You muse to yourself.

Well, you’re bent on not paying attention to him, so he’ll have to snap you out of this vicious cycle.

Your lover’s hand wraps around your wrist, firm but gentle. He spins you around, making you face him.

You let out a gasp, taken aback by his bold action right now.

“[Y/n], listen to me.” Tenn commands, still not letting go of you.

“Tenn, I’m sorry, but I don’t have time now-“

He pulls you closer to him.

“You will listen.”

He can feel your shallow breathing now, his silken strands of starlight on snow brushing the side of your cheek, his comforting and sweet scent surrounding you.

Oh, how you wish you could just bask in his warmth, curled up with a mug of hot chocolate and a plate of the donuts he so adores as you two read on the couch.

But sadly, your situation doesn’t exactly leave you the time for such hedonistic actions.

“Tenn…” You breathe, wide eyed.

“Why do you keep doing this to yourself?” He lets out, voice breaking a little, barely above a whisper.

“Doing what?”

“You’re not hydrating properly, your lips are all chapped; you’re not sleeping enough, and when was the last time you had a real meal?” Your boyfriend questions, his thumb running soothing patterns over your wrist.

As if in response, your tummy decides to rumble right then and there.

You slump your shoulders, burying your face in his chest. The softness of his sweater is welcoming, akin to a comfort blanket that’s been with you since childhood.

“Nothing gets past you, does it?” You laugh, humorlessly, closing your eyes to all the burdens you’ve been shouldering alone.

Your shoulders start to shake. Tenn’s arms wrap around your form, so frail now, as if a simple gust of wind could shatter what remains of your sanity.

“Not when it comes to you, my love.” Your boyfriend answers, his voice a sweet melancholy symphony. “Now, why don’t I run a hot bath for you and make us something to eat?” He suggests, his fingers lacing with yours. “It’s our day off, so, please, rest.” He murmurs, honeyed lips leaving the softest kiss ever known to your cheek.

“I’d like that.” You reply, squeezing Tenn’s hands a little tighter. “I’d really love that.”

Your boyfriend gives you a tender smile, bringing you close to him again, wrapping you in the sweetness of his delicate hug.

“I’d love that too, my [Y/n].”

You look up at him. Then:

“I love you, Tenn-Tenn.”

Shades of vibrant pink flower across his cheeks at your use of the cute nickname, eyes of rosé dreams softening even more when he regards you.

“I love you too. More than you’ll ever know.”

Protected in Tenn’s embrace, you feel the exhaustion and hunger of the last few weeks seeping away.

Your Tenn really is an angel, you think, as you bathe in his comforting light for a few more instants.

♡ TSUNASHI RYUNOSUKE

— Sweet Ryu, who just wants to see you always smiling.

— He’s been feeling this ache lately; the time you two share together has been diminishing; your smiles have become more rare; you’re not there when he wakes up or when he goes to bed.

— And in moments when you two are actually together, you barely talk, just cuddling up into him, your face buried in his chest.

— Don’t get him wrong, he loves holding you close, he really does, but there’s something in your smile that feels… off.

— As if you were a candle, out in a windy night, threatening to topple over and either extinguish or go up in flames.

— Ryu’s worried… Have you been eating properly lately? He knows you work at different places and don’t really have the time to sit down and have nutritious meals nor to prepare them.

— He’ll have to make up for it.

♡

The sound of the front door opening and closing announces your return.

Outside, it’s pitch dark night, mid-autumn wind blowing with force, the trees lining the street inevitably bending to its imposing tune.

You carelessly throw your bag to the floor as you remove your shoes, too exhausted to even sort out the files inside. That’s a future you problem, for now.

Releasing a breath, you pull back your shoulders, an attempt at releasing some of the accumulated tension.

“Long day?” A voice you loved, no matter if it was whispering sweet nothings or singing on bright stages, asks.

Your lips curl up in a soft smile, following the sound of his voice to the kitchen.

“You could say that.” You sigh, slumping on one of the chairs.

Your boyfriend turns around, switching off the fire momentarily.

It’s cute, you think, the sight of him donning an apron, cooking so peacefully and joyfully… If you weren’t so tired you’d love nothing more than to help him with it… But truth be told, lately you don’t even have time to pack your own lunch boxes.

“You know,” Ryu takes a seat next to you, his hand on yours over the table. “If there’s ever anything troubling you, I’m here to help you through it. No matter what it is, we’ll face it together.”

His eyes of melted sunlight stare at you with determination; so inviting, a blank book beckoning you to write in a language only you two speak all of your worries.

“Well it’s just…” You begin. “Lately, I’m… I feel…like work is taking up so much from me… I barely have time to spend with you or to eat…”

As if to prove your point, your belly chooses that exact moment to grumble.

“Damn it, that’s embarrassing.” You curse through gritted teeth.

Ryunosuke offers you one of his serene smiles.

“Dinner will be ready in a minute, my dear.”

He stands up, lips brushing against your forehead in a kiss that’s loving and reassuring.

“Just relax and let me take care of you tonight.” He softly tells you as he parts.

You’re glad you have the day off tomorrow. You’re so making up for lost time with him.

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themarginalthinker · 8 months

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Movie Night

(The pack enjoys some silver screen fun times.)

Max wasn't in tonight. The place was all theirs.

Dwayne had occupied himself flipping through the magazine rack near the door, content to let the others look through the pickings of the video store. Paul is at the 'new releases' rack. He picked up a box, looked it over, seemed to turn the cover art, actors, and plot described on the back over in his mind for a few seconds, before either dropping it back into place (or out of place - he didn't pay attention nor did he care) or slipping it under his arm with the others he'd chosen.

Marko and David were also pawing through the shelves.

"I thought you liked Harrison Ford?" Marko asked.

"I do, but I'm just so sick of seeing this shit advertised everywhere, I'm gonna rip my ears off if I have to hear that music any more," David grouched. He used a single finger to push away the video case Marko was holding. "Also, Indiana isn't a name."

"Buddy, in your day, they were naming people things like 'Humility' and 'Creedence', and 'Jedidiah'."

"I knew a Jedidiah," hums Dwayne, not looking up from his idle spinning of the rack.

"Not helping. I'm getting it anyway," Marko sighs. David just rolls his eyes, and turns back to his own perusal.

"Hey guys! Look!"

The pair - and Dwayne - look up at Paul's call, the tall blond rushing to their side. In his hands is a video, clutched tightly.

"'The Dark Crystal'," Marko reads out. From the case, the hand-drawn eyes of skeletal bird creatures leers and the glittering wings of elfish beings shine under the lights of the store. He looks up at Paul.

"Henson, huh?"

Paul nods vigorously. "He did that one with David Bowie a couple years ago. Fucking masterful shit. And this one is all puppets, dude!"

Marko looks a little skeptical, David is just hoping that with the mention of certain long-haired, blond glamrockers in tight pants the jokes about his name don't make a resurgence, and Dwayne is already once more nosing through a Times, but they add it to the pile.

When they're done, they leave the store with maybe more items than the check-out limit would allow (and a magazine or three that were in no way monetarily compensated for) but ready to waste some immortal life in front of the zoom tube.

"You're scared," Marko says, grin smugly plastered to his face.

"I am not. It's piles of fabric and foam."

On screen the skeksis skulk around each other, dressed in royal rags, hunched and fragile and dripping with barely restrained malice. The hallways of the constructed palace are old and dusty and hide secrets best left in the dark.

Paul sits tense on the bed, the precious television having been drug out of its protected corner, hooked up to the extension cord the pack so rarely indulges in. Dwayne had jury-rigged a generator to power their once-monthly media indulgences.

His claws prick at the bedcovers, eyes locked on the fantastical creatures. Marko, laying beside him, also watched.

"I- I am- I am still! Emperor!" Gasped the dying, crumbling beast of bones and desiccated skin on the screen, jumping towards the camera. It's maw filled with cracked, jagged teeth, screeching and clawing back its hold on power to the last breath.

Beside Marko, Paul jolted back, claws fully out, his own teeth flashing.

"Admit it!"

"Shut up, you asshole! I wasn't expecting that!" Paul huffs.

Marko laughs, and rolls into his mate's side.

"Mmmmmmmm-"

"I will kill you, I swear to fuck, Marko!"

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #drabbles #the dark crystal #marko will forever use the 'hmmmmMMM' sound the Chamberlain makes to annoy Paul

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flamboyantly-incompetent · 12 days

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HPB, Chapter 3 - Slughorn's Party

Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: none?

Masterlist

Word Count: ~6,300

Note: hehehe

Halfway through an unseasonably wet October, Donna and Yvette prepared to brave the road to Hogsmeade for sweets from Honeydukes.

Donna wrapped her head in a woolen scarf and turned to you. “You’re sure you don’t want to come?”

You sat cross legged on your bed, Wilbur curled up beside you. Though the enchanted windows in the Hufflepuff dormitory projected warm sunlight and a soft breeze, you had gotten a good look at the real weather over breakfast. “It looked thoroughly miserable out there. Are you sure you want to go?”

Donna grinned, “I am in dire need of candy if this Halloween is going to be a festive one.”

“And I need new quills,” Yvette added. “Someone replaced all of mine with sugar quills. Speaking of, here.” She reached inside her bedside table, and handed a wrapped package to Donna. “I suspect it was Peeves.”

“Try not to be too bored without us,” Donna jested. “See you at dinner?”

You nodded and shooed them out the door. “Have fun, don’t freeze your noses off.”

“Okay, mom,” Yvette teased as they left the common room.

Herbert had already left with Justin, leaving few Hufflepuffs left in the common room. A few first years played Wizard’s chess by the fire, Wanda Clemm had a blanket thrown over her legs which she was still in the process of knitting, and Zacharias Smith was muttering to himself over a roll of parchment.

While you wanted nothing more than to go back to bed and enjoy a Saturday in a mostly empty dorm, the library and several unfinished assignments called to you. So, you sighed, and packed your schoolbag for a busy morning of study.

The basement and the dungeons of Hogwarts always took on a damp, musty smell whenever it rained that made you think of the fieldstone wall around your mother’s garden at home. You hoped the rain wouldn’t impact her crop of venemous tentacula.

You passed no one else until the main hall, where small groups of younger students had gathered to play gobstones out of the rain. The library was likewise unoccupied, so you were able to claim your favorite armchair, by the window with a view of the Quidditch pitch.

Professor Snape had you studying jinxes and counter-jinxes in preparation for the O.W.L. He’d said that while you’d be tested on the defensive spells, there was no better defense than a good offense. You’d never admit it to Herbert, who held a grudge against Professor Snape since second year over a Strengthening Solution, but he was certainly not the worst teacher you’d had. Next month, you’d even start dueling exercises.

It made you miss the DA meetings from the year prior, but it was better than nothing.

He’d assigned no less than two feet of parchment on the differences between a counter-jinx and an anti-jinx due for Monday, so you set down your bag and went on the hunt for reputable sources.

Wind rattled the windows in their frames while you browsed the many shelves of the library, and you smiled to yourself, thinking of Donna with her scarf pulled up over her nose and wrapped around her forehead down to her eyebrows, braving the storm for Honeydukes.

Madam Pince tutted to herself at her desk, watching you down her nose.

You turned down the next aisle, containing the biographies of several famous and long dead witches and wizards, quickly to avoid her continued gaze. Out of sight, you huffed silently. You had never once abused a book.

Circling back around, you passed the Restricted Section and gazed at it longingly. The rope that separated whatever tomes had been deemed inappropriate for school aged wizards and the rest of the library would be easy to simply step over, but if Madam Pince caught even a whiff of rule breaking, she’d be marching you to Professor Dumbledore’s office before you could read a single forward.

Then, as you passed the next aisle of the restricted section, you stopped short, staring at the back of a head of silvery hair.

Draco Malfoy perused the shelves of the restricted section, arms crossed in front of him, but he hadn’t seemed to notice you. Hoping to keep it that way, you backed up slowly, holding your breath, until you barely disappeared behind the row of shelves.

What could he be looking for? Surely nothing for school. Had Professor Snape given written permission for this access? Or had he used his prefect badge as a get out of detention free card once again?

You held your breath, listening, as he sighed to himself scanning the shelves. Whatever he was looking for, he must not have found it yet.

Then, he was moving away from you, further down the row of shelves. You tried to match him step for step, and hoped no one else was planning on a Saturday study session that would catch you in this act of espionage.

The footsteps stopped, and you risked a peek around, just to see what he was looking at now.

He had stopped halfway down the row, back to you once again, thankfully. The both of you lingered there for a moment, neither of you moving, until Draco heaved another sigh. He shoved his hands into his pockets, and you took that as your cue to duck back out of sight.

You backed up quickly, almost jogging, and tucked into a row you were allowed to be in just in time. He opened the section of rope to exit the restricted section, and closed it behind him. He must have had permission, then.

You watched him through gaps in books, feeling now a little silly, as he left the library. You could’ve just asked him what he was doing. He might even have told you. But where was the fun in that?

Hurriedly, you packed your things and followed him out of the library.

He strolled at a leisurely pace down the corridor, and you let him fall out of sight before catching up. The staircase he’d started up had begun to move. You’d need to hurry if you wanted to get to him before it moved again.

The castle always felt so empty on Hogsmeade days, even the paintings were snoozing as you passed by them.

Draco wove down a corridor of classrooms, never once looking behind him or down adjacent hallways he didn’t intend to stroll down, until he came to a dead end, then went up another set of stairs.

Following him was beginning to wear you out, and this meandering suggested he might not even be headed really anywhere. You considered just going back to the library. But then you turned a corner and

He was gone.

You turned around, checking for a door you’d maybe missed.

“Shouldn’t you be studying?”

You jumped, yelping, at the voice. Draco Malfoy leaned against the door jamb in front of you, smug.

He continued, “If you’re going to make a habit of this you should really invest in better footwear.” You frowned and looked down at your trainers. “I heard you squeaking all over the library before you even knew I was there.”

“What were you doing in the restricted section?” you asked.

He shrugged. “Just browsing.”

“In the restricted section.”

“Yes. Is that a problem?”

“Well, no, but-“

“Then, I don’t see how it’s any of your business. But, since you’re here. Have you made any progress?”

“I haven’t had much time for the hedgehog.”

“No, I meant the… other thing.”

It took you a moment to put together what he meant. He hadn’t brought it up since that night, and you certainly weren’t expecting to talk about it now.

“Oh, um. Not really. I’ve done a little reading, but, no.”

He leaned in conspiratorially, “If you run out of ideas, there’s always the restricted section.” You narrowed your eyebrows and opened your mouth to scold him. “Just a suggestion. See you Monday.” Before you could get another word in, he’d brushed passed you, down the stairs he’d come up.

You stood there a moment, watching the wind batter the stained glass windows at the end of the hall. Draco hadn’t even been angry about you following him, and this was the second time he’d caught you. Maybe better, sneakier shoes would be good, in case you ever wanted to try again.

“Ha,” you muttered to yourself mirthlessly. Next time you’d just ask him what he was doing, leave the sneaking to him since he was apparently so good at it.

You huffed again, and stalked back to the library to finally get to your schoolwork.

The first Saturday of November, Zacharias had insisted that everyone get down to the Quidditch pitch early to secure good spots for the game. You hadn’t even planned on going - the first game of the season was always a pissing contest between Gryffindor and Slytherin and you weren’t keen on hearing yet another refrain of Weasley Is Our King.

But, as Zacharias had declared the night before, he was commentating the match so he couldn’t very well keep an eye out for any advantages Hufflepuff could get against either team. So, you clomped down to the pitch with Yvette and the rest of the team, schoolbag filled with treats from Honeydukes and a few books on magically activated traps slung across your chest.

“Who d’you think we should focus on?” you asked.

Yvette considered a moment. Her Patronus may be a horse, but her eyes were thoroughly hawkish when observing the Quidditch pitch. “Gryffindor.”

You nodded. Since Katie Bell, one of their chasers, had been moved to St. Mungo’s for curse treatment, Harry Potter had been slow to announce who’d take up her spot. Until last night, when Devon Summerby announced he’d overheard Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan arguing about it over supper. They were the team to watch.

You’d get to see Draco play today. Quidditch was never something you were dedicated to, or even really made time to watch. The last time you’d watched Slytherin play was in your second year, since the season had been canceled for the Tri-Wizard Tournament in your third, and you hadn’t even been paying attention then.

Yvette gave you a sidelong glance, reading your mind. “Slytherin always plays dirty,” she said. “This ought to be an interesting match.”

The two of you settled in by the eastern goal posts with the sun at your backs, so you’d be able to see most of the pitch but keep an eye on the Slytherin keeper - to see how Gryffindor planned to sink the quaffle. Yvette teased you when you pulled out a book.

The lessons with Draco had been going… on, and while you were suddenly spending more time with him than you’d ever expected, he refused to speak any more about what he’d told you that night in the owlery. Any time you mentioned it, his face went stony and you could get nothing out of him. Worse, was knowing he was definitely up to something. It was infuriating. But your Transfiguration work had gotten better. You could now transfigure a hedgehog into a pincushion, though it did still make little snuffling noises when presented with treats. Progress was progress.

So, you pursued what Herbert had suggested - a good old fashioned trap. So far, the only sources you could find that were even relevant to your goal had been about travel safety, keeping gnomes out of the garden, and childproofing potions equipment. Skimming over this one, it appeared to be even less helpful - an account of a shop keeper rigging their safe as a portkey that would teleport away from thieves- but you started at the first chapter anyway, hoping for a clue or new idea.

The stands began to fill up, and the match began.

Harry’s strategy as seeker had always been to hover high above the rest of the players to survey, and keep watch for the Snitch. It was a good way to see every flash of movement below you, but the moment he moved with any speed, the crowd, and the other team’s seeker, knew the game was almost over. Draco, however, zoomed circles around the pitch, quicksilver, zigging and zagging sharply. It was impossible to tell whether he was on the hunt or in pursuit. Sneaky. Very sneaky.

You jotted down your thoughts and tried to tune out Zacharias’s commentary. He wasn’t going to earn himself any friends today, that much was certain.

Slytherin had possession of the quaffle, the captain Urquhart bolting down the pitch with it tucked under an arm, flanked by both beaters. The one on the right swung his bat into the bludger with a crack just as the quaffle went flying.

Ginny’s brother, Gryffindor’s keeper, wobbled on his broom but made the save.

Draco circled around towards his team’s keeper. He certainly looked at home on a broom. He almost looked… he almost was-

He looked at you looking at him, and smirked, then was gone a second later.

You balled up your fists at your sides. Git.

The match was a close one, in the end Draco and Harry had rushed the snitch side by side, shoving at each other the whole way, until Draco pulled up sharply and Harry caught the snitch, bowling over into the sand under the Gryffindor side goals. By that point, you had several pages of notes on habits, play styles and formations.

When your Monday night Transfiguration tutoring session rolled around, you expected Draco to still be cranky from the loss. But, when you got to the Room of Requirement, it was still the same, welcoming sitting room, albeit slightly bigger this time, and Draco was once again sitting by the fire, reading. He was the picture of composure, tie tucked into his characteristic green argyle sweater, prefect pin affixed proudly by the collar.

He did not look up when he heard you enter, but waved you in and said, “Sit, the kettle’s on.”

“Something special planned, then?” you asked, gesturing to the extra space the Room had allotted you.

He glanced up at you through sharp eyebrows then returned to his book. “Perhaps. Did you enjoy yourself? At the match?”

You sat down, uncomfortable. “It was a close one. The other chaser-“

“Vaisey. Got hit in his thick head, sent to the hospital wing. Harper had to step in,” his voice was casual. If he was upset about the loss he wasn’t letting it show. “It’s only Quidditch.”

You barked out a laugh. “Well that’s a new one.”

“What is?”

“You, not caring about Quidditch. Especially when you lost to Gryffindor. I’d half expected this chaise to be in shambles today.”

He closed the book and fixed his cold gaze on you. “Believe me - I detest losing to Potter,” he growled. “But Quidditch is the least of my worries this year. I almost didn’t play, but,” he trailed off, waving a hand. He moved to place the hedgehog on the table.

“But what?”

“I wanted to.”

“Uh huh.”

“And you?”

“Me?”

“Are you ready to face Ravenclaw?”

You shrugged. “I mean, I’m just Keeper, it can’t be too different from practice.”

He smirked. “Just keep an eye out for Bradley - he’s the tricky one.”

You frowned, and glanced at the steam now leaking from the kettle. “Is that what you have planned for today? Quidditch pointers?”

“Just some small talk, while we wait for the water. Unless you’d rather we sit in uncomfortable silence?” You shook your head, chastised. He tapped the thick, silver rings on his fingers against the binding of the book in his hands, thinking. “Did I see you reading?”

“Note taking, actually,” you said casually. “Just to prepare for the season.”

Something flashed in Draco’s eyes, he almost looked impressed. “Smith has you spying then? Stepping up his game.”

“Not spying. Just… observations.”

He leaned forward and smirked. “And what have you observed about me?”

You froze. He was enjoying this too much, but to what end? Was it wise to reveal what you’d learned? “You never stop moving, you rely too heavily on faking out the opposing seeker and it ends up destabilizing your own team, and you don’t mind colliding with other players if it gives you an advantage. But, you and Harry were neck and neck, you could’ve caught the snitch if you’d followed through. Why didn’t you?”

“It didn’t seem worth it.”

“To win?”

“Yep.”

“Why not?”

“Like I said, it’s only Quidditch.”

You looked at him a long while, his face revealing nothing. The whistling of the kettle broke the silence, and once the tea was poured, the tutoring began, and the small talk ended.

After pouring over the notes from the Gryffindor v Slytherin game, Zacharias had tailored drills to exploit weaknesses from either team, but none of those would give you a particular edge against Ravenclaw.

The morning of the match was a snowy one, and in the changing rooms by the pitch, Devon Summerby was offering to put a warming charm on everyone’s gloves. Everyone but McManus wisely declined.

You’d heard from Yvette, who’d heard from Hannah, who’d heard from Pansy herself that she’d be commentating the match today. You gathered that she was the Slytherin girl always trailing after Draco and his entourage whenever he was surrounded by them, which had been seldom recently. But her disdain for Hufflepuff was no secret. If she was aware that you had been spending more time with her idea of a local celebrity, she hadn’t made it known to you.

The keeper’s helmet fit snugly on your head, and it made you feel silly.

Yvette laughed at your frown, fiddling with her forearm guards. “Don’t worry. You won’t be worried about how you look once you’re staring down a bludger.”

“Or falling off your broom to make a risky save,” Wanda added, offering a small smile. “You’ll do great, it’ll be fine.”

“Thanks, guys,” you replied, almost confident. If Hufflepuff lost because of you, Smith would never give you another moment’s peace.

“C’mon,” your captain called. “Let’s go.”

You followed the rest of the team out onto the pitch, gripping your broom nervously.

“Remember,” Wanda murmured, “if your hands get too cold, the end of your broom makes an excellent paddle.” She winked and followed the other chasers into the sky. You followed suit, and kicked off to circle the goalposts.

Even with the inclement weather, the stands were packed. It took you a moment, but you managed to pick out Donna and Herbert, huddled together for warmth about halfway between the goals and the teacher’s box. They waved, and you waved back, then you continued to circle the pitch.

A glint of sun off of white hair sent a jolt through your stomach, but it was just Luna. She wasn’t wearing her usual raven costume that cawed, but rather was bundled from head to toe in blue and bronze scarves, and her brilliantly blond hair had splayed itself out over her shoulders. At least it wasn’t Malfoy. The thought of him watching you, wearing this, giving him another thing to tease you about, made your stomach churn.

The match began in a flurry of robes, brooms, and snow, and you didn’t have to wonder long whether Pansy made a better commentator than Zacharias.

“Oh, there goes the Quaffle,” she droned, sounding bored. “Yvette Malcomn’s got it, there she goes. Not very pretty, that one.”

Despite yourself, you smacked your palm against your forehead. Was there no one in all of Hogwarts qualified to comment a sports game?

She continued, “Oh, look, now Roger Davies has got it. So interesting. He’s at least a bit better looking.”

Davies, the Ravenclaw captain, did have the Quaffle, and he barreled towards you from halfway down the pitch, Chambers at his heels. But where was Bradley? Draco had said to watch out for him.

You shook your head, hovering between the left and center posts. Now was not the time to think too hard about anything Draco Malfoy said.

Davies had his arm tucked like he held the Quaffle in a death grip, but now that he was closer, you weren’t sure anymore that he did have the Quaffle. Now, you truly did need eyes on Bradley.

The Hufflepuff team followed in hot pursuit, scrambling for a steal maneuver. Then, Davies and Chambers pulled off to the sides, revealing Bradley who’d been hidden between and slightly behind them. He bolted for the right goal, then at the last minute turned, and shot for the center.

But you were ready for it, thanks to Draco Malfoy of all people. You caught the Quaffle with both hands, and tossed it to Zacharias.

The match continued, you stopped a number of shots made by Bradley and Davies, though Chambers managed to sneak a few in, all while Pansy updated the crowd in a shrill monotone. Zacharias, Yvette and Cadawaller managed to gain a sizeable lead against Ravenclaw, and you could feel the hope of the Hufflepuffs in the crowd building. Until, of course, seconds away from catching the snitch, Devon Summerby’s warming charm faltered and both his and McManus’ gloves caught fire.

Pansy let her cackle echo across the pitch as the match ended in Ravenclaw’s favor.

Miniature Christmas trees and holly wreaths lined the dormitory in preparation for the break, but no one in your year felt particularly festive. Every single one of your professors, yes, even Hagrid, was determined to keep you working fervently right up until getting on the train to spend the holidays with your families.

Even so, Professor Slughorn had scheduled a holiday party for the Slug Club mid-December, just days before the break, and you hadn’t been quick enough to think up an excuse.

Your mother had sent you a dress to wear through the owl post, it was wintry but not particularly Christmas. It fell halfway down your calves and swayed in navy blue, embroidered with sparkling snowflakes, and the sheer cap sleeves were likewise decorated. It reminded you of the Black Lake when it was frozen over.

Herbert waited for you in the common room wearing his dress robes. He grinned and offered you an arm. “Are you ready to schmooze?”

“Am I ever,” you answered dryly.

Yvette and Donna were both nose deep in their textbooks by the fire, flanked by Hannah and Wanda. Yvette looked up from her copy of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 5 and whistled.

“You two clean up good.”

Donna added, “I believe it’s clean up nice.”

“It’s clean up nicely,” Wanda corrected, smiling. “And you do look quite nice.”

“Thank you, Wanda,” you said with emphasis. Donna waved a hand at you and returned to her reading.

Yvette addressed Herbert. “You’re sure you’re okay with this?”

He looked you up and down, and said, “I’ve had worse company on a Friday night.” You punched his arm at the joke.

Yvette rolled her eyes. “I meant talking me up to Slughorn.”

“I know. Don’t worry - your academic reputation is safe in my capable hands.” And then Herbert winked. And Yvette blushed.

“Ahem,” she said, covering quickly. “Well. Have a good night then.” Herbert pretended not to notice and steered you out the round common room door.

In the basement corridor, with the door shut behind you, you turned to Herbert and remarked incredulously, “That was smooth. Who are you and what have you done with Herb?”

He smiled shakily, and began walking you to the party.

“Was it? My ears feel like they’re on fire, and I may faint any moment.”

“Could’ve fooled me. I think you definitely fooled her. Where’d that come from?”

“She’s just a girl. It’s not like she’s gonna bite me if she doesn’t like me back. So, I have decided to flirt.”

He said it so matter-of-factly, he’d definitely thought this through carefully. You had to laugh.

“We’re rooting for ya, buddy.”

He rolled his eyes at you. “Your continued support means more than I can say.”

The both of you wove through corridor after corridor, up staircase after staircase, and by the time you were anywhere near the faculty offices, you were both cursing Hogwarts’ chief architect for putting the Hufflepuff common room below sea level. At least the Slytherins would have a further trek, and the image of Zabini huffing and puffing like you were doing now made you feel better.

You shared a determined look with Herbert, and knocked on Slughorn’s door.

At once, it boomed open. The potions’ master was once again clad in his preferred smoking jacket, but the cap he’d chosen to accompany it this evening bore a long tassle. Music poured from the open door.

“Miss Y/L/N!” he boomed, inviting you in. He took Herbert’s hand and shook it enthusiastically. “And you must be Mr. Fischer. Y/N has told me all about you, now tell me. Is it true you too can conjure a full bodied patronus?” Slughorn steered Herbert away from you, readying for the surprise interview.

Herbert only smiled genially. “If you think that’s impressive, sir, you should hear about my friend, Yvette Malcomn.”

The room had been draped with Christmas colored curtains top to bottom, and the only light was a beautiful golden lamp hanging from the middle of the ceiling. You frowned, real fairies had been shut inside, and you had half a mind to ask them if they’d like to be freed, but Professor Slughorn probably wouldn’t appreciate that much. You meandered through throngs of adult wizards smoking long pipes, house elves carrying trays of hors d’oeuvres, and students you were half familiar with, looking for someone you actually knew.

Luna was supposed to be coming, with Harry Potter of all people. Though they didn’t appear to have arrived yet, given Slughorn’s interest in Harry, you believed you’d hear about it when they did.

Then you spotted Ginny across the room, tucked into a corner, looking horribly uncomfortable.

“Ginny!” you said, relieved to have found someone to talk to. She turned to look at you with puffy eyes. “Hey, no Dean?” She shook her head. “D’you wanna get some butterbeer?” She nodded, and you looped her arm through yours.

She walked with you over to the casks of magically chilled butterbeer without enthusiasm, and took the mug you offered her.

“You know,” you said, taking that perfect first, frothy sip. “You could always dump him. You’re way too cool to be with someone who won’t even come to parties with you.”

She laughed, and replied, “This just isn’t his thing, I guess. Who’d want to come to a fancy party with your professor’s fancy friends and have your girlfriend wearing a fancy dress hang off your arm all night.” She rolled her eyes, mirth gone again, and took a long swallow of butterbeer. “But, I’m here, and he isn’t, and I may as well have fun. Who’re you here with, anyway?”

“Herbert, but he’s off schmoozing Professor Slughorn.”

“Let’s mingle a bit then, shall we?”

Ginny turned back into her normal self like a switch had been flipped, which did make you worry a touch, but she was tough, and if having a normal evening without talking about feelings was what she needed, you were happy to oblige. The both of you mingled your hearts out, meeting several of Slughorns old students, all now prominent members of their fields. You were beginning to get the sense that this ‘Christmas party’ was just another, larger, networking meeting.

“Oh, no,” said Ginny.

You looked around. “What?”

“McLaggen, straight ahead. I forgot Hermione was coming with him. They’re headed straight for the mistletoe.”

You watched, horrified, as McLaggen looked up and grinned at his good luck, mere moments before Hermione did the same and shuddered at her equally bad luck. He said something, probably meant to be flirtatious, then plunged his hands into her neatly done hair and went in for a kiss as she dodged.

“Merlin’s beard,” you remarked. “We should do something.”

Ginny reached into the pockets of her red and golden dress, and pulled out an old candy. “Nosebleed Nougat. Leftover from last time I wore this thing. Shall we?”

“You’re just. So. Cool.”

You moved in casually, Ginny from the left as you went right, and synchronized your attack. Ginny got Hermione’s attention as you bumped into McLaggen, who flailed for a moment before righting his balance, but by the time he could, Hermione had followed Ginny behind a curtain. As he was glancing around, you slipped the bad end of the Nosebleed Nougat into the last cup of toffee pudding on a passing house elf’s tray. Then, you slipped away, watching him take the dessert out of the corner of your eye, suspecting no foul play.

Take that, Malfoy, you thought smugly to yourself. Turns out I can sneak just fine.

Hermione had continued to slip through the curtains back towards the drink casks, and Ginny met back up with you to share a high five before you followed Hermione for another celebratory round of butterbeer.

Slughorn’s enthusiastic greeting boomed all the way to the corners of the room - Harry must’ve just arrived. Herbert appeared at your side, his own mug of butterbeer in hand.

“I think I’ve made some headway,” he said. “Hey Ginny, Hermione.”

Hermione gave a weak hello, then, “Bloody hell. He just doesn’t give up. I’ve gotta go.” She slipped back into the curtains just in time for McLaggen to spot Ginny and come trotting up.

“Where’d Hermione go?” he said. A drop of blood had finally started to gather at the tip of his nose. It wouldn’t be long now.

Ginny pointed across the room. “I think she stopped to talk to-“ but she didn’t need to finish, as McLaggen was already off in the direction she’d pointed to. “Git.”

Professor Slughorn paraded Harry around, who was holding onto Luna like a lifeline, to several of his old friends. You waited for the opportune moment to say hello, when the door banged open again.

Mr. Filch was dragging Draco Malfoy in by his ear. The latter wrenched himself from the former’s grasp, face burning red.

“All right!” he shouted. “I was trying to gatechrash, happy?” A small crowd had begun to form because of the disturbance, and his eyes flicked over you as he took in the onlookers. He looked tired, again. Like he’d caught cold but was refusing bed rest and tea.

Filch, equally red in the face, shouted back, “No! You’re in trouble, you are!”

Finally, Slughorn stepped in, waving a hand. “That’s quite alright, Argus,” he said. “It’s Christmas, after all, and this is a party. Just this once, you may stay if you like, Draco.” He winked, expertly breaking the tension. “We’ll forget about any punishment. Alright, Mr. Filch?”

Mr. Filch did not look like he was alright with that, but wasn’t about to argue and shuffled off. Draco, however, immediately set to kissing up to Slughorn.

You overheard an especially sugared remark about Draco’s grandfather’s supposed opinion of Slughorn, and snorted.

Immediately, Draco’s sharp gaze leveled on you.

“Something to say, Y/L/N?”

There was venom in his voice you hadn’t expected. Herbert shifted protectively.

“I only wondered how often your grandfather made a point to discuss Hogwarts’ faculty with you. Seems an odd topic of conversation to me.” You glared at each other for a heartbeat before Professor Slughorn continued on talking like the exchange had never happened.

Herbert steered you away by the elbow, whispering, “Let’s not get into any fisticuffs at a Christmas party, yeah?”

“Sorry,” you grumbled. “I just haven’t actually had a chance to eat anything yet.”

“Well we should fix that then.” He gallantly offered you his arm to lead you in a search for the nearest house elf with food. A lukewarm spinach puff later, and you felt a little bad over the whole thing.

Draco had settled in, helping himself to a mug of butterbeer. You assured Herbert you were fine, and went to apologize.

“Fancy party, huh?” Draco asked, hearing you approach.

“Very. I see you dressed up.” He was wearing his usual casual dress, which happened to be not very casual at all and accompanied by a black tie. The corner of his mouth quirked up. That was the best you could hope for. “I’m sorry, for earlier. Kissing up is a normal part of networking, but it’s impolite to point it out.”

“True.”

“So, now that you’re here, what do you make of the Slug Club?” He snorted derisively, casting a judgmental gaze across the party goers. Something was off, so you took a shot in the dark. “You didn’t come here to crash the party, did you?” Draco’s expression was stony, his eyes evasive. “What are you up to?”

“No, I came to see what kind of company Slughorn deems fit for his inner circle. My father always said the quality of this school was failing,” he scoffed.

His father was also a current resident of Azkaban, but you bit your tongue. Instead, you replied, “Well it certainly looks as if he’s interested in your input.”

“I won’t apologize for the standards my family has fought to uphold since before the Ministry was founded,” he snapped, “My pride wouldn’t allow it.”

“I don’t care that you’re proud. Or competitive. Or that you have a sharp tongue. I care that you take every cheap shot you can. I care that you refuse to see reason, and you’re so obsessed with your precious bloodlines, like witches like my friends somehow don’t deserve to be here. And I care that if it weren’t for that one thing I might… We may have been friends.”

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he sneered.

“Yes,” you said, incredulous. “I don’t understand why you have to fight everyone all the time.”

“Have you ever considered that maybe everyone is fighting me all the time?”

You crossed your arms in front of you and gave him a look. “Now, that’s a crock of dragon dung, and you know it.”

Professor Snape materialized at Draco’s shoulder. “A word, Draco.” He walked away, expecting Draco to follow him.

Draco left you with one more sour look before following his Head of House out of Slughorn’s office.

Ginny replaced him, standing in front of you looking none too pleased. “Well,” she said, “that was interesting.”

“What?”

“Looked a lot like a lovers’ quarrel to me. I should know, I’ve had more than my share of those recently.”

You were suddenly very tired, and had no patience for guessing games. “I’m sorry, can you catch me up here?”

“You and Malfoy seemed awful familiar. It does make me wonder when you’ve had the time to make nice.”

“He’s been tutoring me for Transfiguration. Dumbledore asked him to.”

“Sure, sure,” she said, though she didn’t look convinced. “But I’ve never fluttered my eyelashes at a tutor, much less a Slytherin.”

You narrowed your eyebrows, not liking at all what she was insinuating. “I did no such thing.”

“Oh, I think you did. In fact, I think you have a crush. And I can’t pretend to approve your choice, so next time you have relationship advice for me, save it.” She appraised you coldly for a moment. “Harry thinks he cursed Katie Bell, you know.”

“He couldn’t have,” you said without thinking.

“Oh? And how would you know?”

“Because… I saw him, in the library. While everyone else was at Hogsmeade.”

She smirked, and simply said, “Right, of course you did.”

You turned away from Ginny and stormed out of the room, wrenching out of Herbert’s grasp as he tried to stop you. You had to find him. A crush? On Draco Malfoy? That sniveling, annoying, good for nothing prat? You were going to find him, and when you did you were going to give him a piece of your mind. That’ll show him. That’ll show her.

Turning down the corridor, you started looking in classroom windows. By the time you got to the stairs, you knew where you’d find him.

The door to the Room of Requirement was already materialized on the wall. You yanked it open to find Draco, hunched over, gripping a table in an almost bare room. He turned as you entered.

“How did you get in here?”

You ignored his question and started yelling. “You!” He backed away from you, looking a little frightened. Good. “You just keep popping up, everywhere! Why can’t I get away from you?”

He stammered something, a lock of disheveled hair falling in front of his eyes as he looked for an escape route.

You shook your head, grabbing him by the tie, and pulling on it to make him look at you. “You are the absolute worst, do you know that?”

“Uh,” he warbled.

He was right where you wanted him. You were primed to eviscerate him verbally. And then -

You tugged a little harder, crashing your lips against his.

His breath hitched, surprised, but then he sunk into it. Draco’s ringed fingers brushed across both your cheeks, cupping your face.

Something in your gut flipped when you realized what was happening, and that he wasn’t fighting it. You froze.

Draco pulled back, confused. “What?”

“I-I’m sorry.” You backed away, stumbling around the table. “I don’t know what, I don’t know why I did that.”

He reached for you again. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry.” You turned and ran out the door before he could catch you, not stopping until you reached the common room door.

You stopped in front of it, and brought a trembling hand to your mouth. You weren’t sure what was worse - that Ginny had been right, that you’d kissed Draco Malfoy, or that you could still feel his lips on yours.

~~~ Taglist ~~~

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#draco malfoy #draco x hufflepuff!reader #harry potter #draco x reader #slow burn #oooo now we're getting somewhere #oh the drama

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memoirsofacitygatherer · 2 months

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Who did this belong to?

Sometimes, it is hard to let go of nostalgia. Even harder is to let go of the object that elicits it. Last month, I finally had to dispose of my CD collection. This is an experience I would not wish on anybody. Running to the park with my collection all stifled in a bag was so painful it almost felt like I was ridding myself of a good friend who was always there for me. However, it had to be done. I am getting too old to hold onto things like this. I will never get younger, and now that I have a family and kids, they need to see me as the mature individual I am today and not as the feeble youngster I used to be.

The first CD I got was in 1990. It was a copy of Morrissey’s first compilation, Bona Drag, that my friend gifted me for my 15th birthday. I used to play it every day when I got back from school. The songs’ scathing words would hit my senses from every direction. They spoke for people like me. People who were vain but well-meaning. While Morrissey would relish in the stories of the 1960s innocence and of the outcasts’ silent suffering, I would brush my hair, put on my leather jacket, and pack my side bag to leave and meet my friends at the nearby café. We used to sit together for hours, gossiping about the losers who tried to befriend us or about the ways in which we could obtain the beauty of our idols. When we had the time, we would exchange some items we didn’t want anymore.

Those exchanges are how I expanded my CD collection. I knew what the other person wanted and what conditions would result in them giving up their hard-earned collectibles. I started with just one CD in 1990. I ended with around 150 CDs by 1992. I considered it a feat. Not a single dime was spent. I would categorize the beautiful jewel cases according to their emotional associations. On the left were my happy-go-lucky albums. Those included The B-52’s Cosmic Thing and The Spark’s Kimono My House. The shelves gradually represented stern feelings, culminating in my left CD subsection. There, I stored Serge Gainsbourg’s Vu De L’exterieur and Joni Mitchell’s The Hissing of Summer Lawns. I reserved those albums for when I felt the most pensive and uncertain.

I met Sandy in 1998. It was at one of the item exchange parties; she was beautiful. Her eyes reminded me of Catherine Deneuve’s hopeful glare. It all started with that small conversation. Alas, we have been married for twenty years and have two kids.

I left the bag of CDs and clothing on the bench. Two days later, I saw a person carrying my bag curiously. We locked eyes. I started walking back home. I am happy my memories found a new home.

(Photo credit- https://www.morrissey-solo.com/media/morrissey-8-live-1992.4471/)

#morrissey #the smiths #short story #memories #nostalgia

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The Last of the Three Faces - MNW Tripleface

Technically, there are only three rules you should follow:

Do not let him swipe at you. Do not let him grab you. Do not let him near you.

All of which are far easier said than done.

The third and final stage of Wackoman's Tripleface Protocol loses almost all resemblance to the harmless clown he normally is, and only a flimsy color-splattered rag tries (and fails) to hide the many dangers underneath. A design choice no doubt deemed "hilarious" by his creator. Wackoman grows further in size and his mastery over fire and water only increases, now capable of producing far more precise strikes compared to the chaotic Elemental Tower spamming of his Second Stage. His four long and powerful arms spring deadly spikes from their entire length, even a single swipe from them can lead to massive damage. His entire torso becomes one enormous maw with a bottomless instant-deleting void inside it that can spawn arms of its own, reaching out to roughly 3 meters in front of him.

Going melee against Wackoman Stage Three is a guaranteed death sentence. You either hope to whatever God is out there that you can pack a hard-enough punch with a Program Advance to force him to log out (or he might just facetank the hit at this point, knowing your luck), or you hope you are actually as good of a sniper as you think you are. But do not forget... Wackoman's head is still severed. That "neck" is not a neck, it's yet another one of those arms from the maw, and it might just be faster than your trigger finger. And better watch out for those fireballs or water jets coming your way.

Even worse news, his NetOp, Maddy simply might not be able to help you either. Created by her artist uncle as the representation of Coulrophobia, the fear of clowns, Wackoman is technically uncontrollable in this form, safe for a forced logging out. After all, fear is what he is made from and made for, and by this stage he fully accepts his destiny. What better way to achieve it than by providing the experience of staring death straight in the severed face? If you do not come to him willingly, he might take an arm or a leg first. And he may take another limb and another, or he may just hug you tightly before finally ending you, if you had managed to raise his ire.

Realistically, there is only one rule you should follow:

Flee for your life.

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Happy Halloween, everybody!

And with this, yet another shelved project idea is done for good. This year's been a good year, I'm telling you. Granted, I will try to do a character sheet for him so you can actually see his details if nothing gets in the way, but with this picture I consider the Tripleface Saga finished after all these years. From the very first comic page back in 2012, to the eventual revisit and revision of both the comic and the second stage design in 2020 and 2021, this has been one of the most persistent AU ideas I have ever had for a character (no, it's not headcanon, it's too wild and canon-breaking for that). But the third stage has eluded me for over two years, before I finally hunted it down and dragged it across the finish line.

I do hope you like the design and of course I am always open for feedback!

Project main tag for the comic and the previous stage design

2023.11.01

#megaman nt warrior #wackoman #tripleface #the last of the three faces #rockman.exe #colorman.exe

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siremasterlawrence · 2 years

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Keys Of Destiny Series: Unlocking Potential

Part 1

Michael Smith a young black male enters his home to see a stranger box neatly pack and wrapped up in Christmas paper on his kitchen table.

Approaching it he drops his keys on the desk across from it and he is instantly in awe drawn toward it without any hesitation.

He picks it up watching it glow magnificently in the darkness of the house he is at a loss for words at the sight of the sparkling lights shooting off the paper.

The float into the air dancing in the pale glow of blue and white moonlight flowing over him he is stunned by the beauty of it all.

He falters to the ground falling into a deep

state of unconsciousness as a figure stands over him cloak in the night offering a hand.

His eyes collapse with his body being lift off the ground a door opens and the man exits his home.

The young man awakens in a panic at the sights never scene before his heart beat races out of control the fear consuming.

Shaking his head he stands up using his palm to propel himself upward he is greeted with a strange smell.

Something so familiar yet unrecognizable the same guy stands behind a counter in a store filled with the oddest things to come in existence.

Part 2 - 3

“I am sure you are probably wondering on all of your inquiries.”

“Like…why am I here?”

“In short it’s problematic”

“You are the chosen one”

“For what? For who?”

“The Hall Of Magic”

“Excuse me!”

“You are the one I am meant to serve “

“The Great Protector Of Magic”

“You have me mistaken for someone else”

“You have been through the ringer”

“Bullies, assholes, judgmental freaks and more.”

“Let me go, let me free, and right now”

“Sorry can’t do that”

“You will never be happy their”

“I can set you free”

“I love you “

“What are you doing?”

Part 4 - 5

I cannot believe my eyes at the emporium of Magic walking through to see shelves upon shelves.

The place is erupting with new walls expand

locking us into place I am left without any worry or effort.

“This is your castle now, your home and your throne.”

“You make the rules”

“Education in magic, everything ethereal “

“I am about the only human not tainted with bullshit”

“Let me help you “

“Take my hand and embrace it all”

“Ooooowwww! What the fuck?”

I give in enjoying the fantasy raise my finger into the air letting it life up flowing into the sky.

It spreads splitting into multiple parts glows encircling the building everywhere as it is vanishing.

It transports onto the moon blowing up my body in an ethereal shine leaving me with an outstanding expression.

“I think that you need to kneel at my feet”

“I am at your mercy”

“I SAID KNEEL”

“OH God! “

“Recreate me”

“Use me”

Part 6 - 7

A single snap of my fingers entrance to my building transforms sending a current into every inch of this store.

“There are eleven rooms to inhabit”

“Include but not limited to a store, library and more.”

“We make a financial killing”

“Let us dispense of the conversation “

“What now ?”

“How do I begin?”

“Kneeling at my feet I had you the key of destiny”

“Use it as a gesture like your opening a door”

“Unbelievable, no way this is happening”

“I unearth a new world”

“I am Godly”

I turn the key as if in a lock the a loud noise from an invisible bell blast through.

My body shakes in a fit relieving me of all my anxiety, depression and memories.

It’s an automatic factory reset for me feeling brand spanking now right off the assembly line.

“Wow! Who is the man”

“You of course “

“I am different in every way “

Part 8 - 9

“Do you feel different my dear?”

“Alive! untampered with”

“100 percent me”

“I need you at your best, give me your soul and get to work”

“What can I do to please you?”

“Here you go! A single shake in movement and there you go”

“Blueprints! Yes!”

“This is the key to your job”

“Fix this place up once and for all”

“Masterful my king”

“Grandiose in statute, beautifully painted and exquisitely executed “

“Why would it not be? It’s me”

“Get to work”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“ I maybe in utter denial”

“You are loving this power “

“Simply because you are perfect”

“Hardly”

The end

#Keys Of Destiny

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thegoldenshi-shi · 1 year

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I'm starting to think I was dreaming the last ask I sent... I swear, I vividly remember sending you an ask gushing about your art, how nice you are, and just rambling about what all has been going on in life, but man... /j

Also, sorry if it seems like I only send asks after tf art, I swear I love everything you do, but the transformers stuff is the only stuff I know anything about, so it's the only thing I really have confidence in blabbering about.

I did an oopsy and doordashed Timmy's to work today, so I got donuts and a breakfast bagel sandwhich to eat today. Good thing, too! I have been /HUNGRY/. We managed to ship out almost two hundred packages today, and that's with just three people who can pack, and one who can ship orders. I'm Super duper happy about it! Everything else has been absolutely crazy. I've decided to go through all my books in my closet, and the books on my shelves, and start bocing some in better shaped boxes, so I can donate them. Gonna end up checking with people I know if they want any first, though. Also gonna go through my stuffed animals, find ones that I'm not too attached to, and donate them too. After washing them first, of course.

I have also fallen into a hole of true crime podcasts, which I'm pretty surprised about. Cause, like. I don't like hearing about how bad people can be? I dislike people enough, I just. Don't wanna absolutely ruin my opinion on humans anymore. Like, I know there are good people out there, really really good people. But I also don't really like the vast majority of publicized humanity. You always hear about all the awful things... the worst of humanity shouts and screams their opinions, all the time. Broadcasts em to the world. And, it's difficult for the truly good people to be heard...

On a very much less heavy topic, my nephew is in town! I haven't seen him in about a year, so it's nice to see him. Even if small children make me super anxious and uncomfy. We're also looking at an August vacation, which I'll need to prep for cause I'm pale as a ghost and it'll be three days straight of being outdoors.

What've you been up to?

~Smooch

Hi there Smooch!

It's good to see you in my inbox again, I was starting to wonder how you were doing.

It sounds like you're having a good time of it, donuts for breakfast is a special treat hehe. And being busy at work is a good too, being productive is always a plus. It hasn't been that long since I went through my book collection, so I feel your pain there. Hoarding books (and drawing paper for some reason) is probably my one weakness in trying to keep my space tidy. I'm running out of shelves T_T

So far as your new interest in true crime podcasts, congratulations on finding a new source of enjoyment. If something intrigues you, I say don't let your preconceived notions about what you enjoy and don't enjoy. I must admit that I dislike podcasts myself, just because I can never focus on them, the same goes for audio books for some reason. But I do understand their appeal, and am always happy to hear someone is enjoying them. I hope you have fun on your vacation, I too am pale and require sunscreen if I go out without a good layer over my skin. Some of my friends have said I look like a vampire with my complexion and dark circles, which left me going "Thanks guys". I wish you no sunburn and good weather for your vacation!

As far as what I've been up to: I've been working on my webtoon, trying to figure out a schedule for making it that works, building up courage to actually post it and you know...actually get the financial stuff in place to start the business aspect of my art? hehe....

My main job has picked up for the season, so I'm switching gears and getting ready for less and less free time, and I'm trying to incorporate some classical music into my pianist job while bracing for spring-time "Special Music" rush.

Also, I don't mind that you only ask after my Transformers work. I don't expect anyone to enjoy every single thing I post, there are a thousand fandoms out there and it would be ignorant to expect everyone to know about all my interests.

#smooch anon #always nice to hear from you smooch~#I wrote so much I had to put it under the cut #that may be a first for me #I allowed myself two gifs as a treat #shishispeaks

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Shit's gettin' real real, y'all.

I just put down the deposit for the movers.

The moving guy was like -- "You're...not bringing much."

"Nope. Throwing a lot out."

I mean. Legitimately, furniture wise I am bringing:

a double bed a single bed a tv stand my desk because the guy said his guys could take it apart and put it back together when we get there a bunch of foldable shelves and tables a kitchen table Four computer chairs two kitchen chairs that haven't been taken out of the box and put together yet our washer and dryer b/c yes they're 9 years old but they still work just fine

Legitimately, I'm not bringing any other furniture. We don't have any more that's worth bringing with us.

Everything else is going to be boxes, boxes, and more boxes. And even then, it may be less boxes than I think it is. I told him 60 boxes; I think it really may be less. Most of those are going to be clothes and books, though, because I am just...I am not bringing so much. So so much.

I'm throwing out the old pots and pans because they are exactly that, old, and I've needed a new set for two years now. (Other than the cast iron. I am keeping my cast iron.)

I'm tossing my glassware b/c it's mostly repurposed jars, and I have lived like this all my life, and I can afford to go to goddamn Tarzhay and buy glasses like a grown up. Or better yet go on eBay or something and get the vintage Anchor Hocking sets of glasses like I've wanted for the last ten years. I may do both and keep the vintage Anchor Hocking as my "good"/"company" glasses.

Plates and saucers, etc. are still up in the air. I may get a new set, I may not. Haven't decided.

It's starting to get a lot more real day by day.

I have a job to get churned out this week, then a trip to Texas the week after, and then after that? I'm buckling down and packing and going through stuff and packing and going through stuff and hiring a company to come haul off the crap in my backyard and my crappy couch and probably Dennis's shitty futon bed thing the third week or so of May, because I want to be on the fucking road the week of Memorial Day. Last day of school is the 26th; I want to be on the road on the 29th/30th.

I'll buy a couch and end tables and whatnot when we get there. I'll buy Dennis a bed when we get there. I'll buy all three of us new dressers or chests of drawers when we get there.

It's getting real, and honestly? I'm ready. I'm ready for this next step in my life. I'm ready to see what the next step for us is. I'm excited about this, actually. It's a brand new adventure, and yes, it's scary as hell, but I really think this is gonna be good for all of us.

#life changes #moving #getting things in place #making plans #paying deposits #this is going to happen #and it's going to be good #it is going to be good for all of us.

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kits-weirdass-dream-journal · 2 years

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This dream has an unreliable narrator who has weird memory blocks, which I wrote then redacted. This is the dream from the character's POV, if you want the unabridged omniscient POV this is the link.

I am running, and then I am falling. I didn't expect to start falling, but explosions will do that to people. Make them fall, I mean. Among other things. Well, at least I'm not on the rooftops anymore. I don't have a problem with heights, but I was starting to run out of places to -well, run.

I don't think they meant to make me fall that far though, they want me alive, for... Something.

Anyway, I'm falling, and then I hit something... Soft? That's a surprise, but then I'm rolling and the ground is hard again.

I look up, expecting to see the goons chasing me lining the rooftop, and I do see that but I also see eyes. There is a boy, my age, laying on his back and looking up at me in surprise.

Oh.

Soft.

I look back up but they're not following me yet. They need to wait for... For my... For someone. For their boss? Yes, yes their boss. He's a mob boss, and they are his mob.

I'm about to run again when I feel a soft hand on my arm. Warm.

"I know somewhere to hide."

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He runs fast, his blonde hair shining in the dim sunlight. He's more nimble than I would have expected for just having been knocked over onto hard cement pavement. He brings me around a few corners- just out of sight of my pursuers- until we reach a... Bookstore? It has a lot of books, anyway. All of the buildings around are the same, flat beige brutalist design, and though this one is much the same above the first floor, its frontage has a recessed enterance between two large glass displays, all surrounded and set into a rich, dark, carved wood façade. Through the window is only a single desk with a lamp, backed by a tapestry and enshrined in a multitude of densely packed bookshelves that lead back into hallways of even more books on even denser shelves. He held my arm lightly- guidance, not restraint,and pulled me in to the front doors.

A small bell rang as we entered, and as we moved to hide further into the shelves of books a young person with dyed purple-green hair came out from a curtain behind the desk. The boy I was with made a quick gesture, and the person immediately turned serious. They nodded once and turned their sharp gaze on the window, jaw setting as if just that easy they knew what was happening.

We turned a corner, losing sight of the desk and the windows alike, and were surrounded by nearly endless aisles of bookshelves. We didn't move for much longer before we were stopped by someone- a friend of the boy, i'm sure, with how his shoulders relaxed at the sight of her.

She had long brown hair with dyed pink highlights pulled up into a bun. Yellow glasses (that matched her yellow blouse) rested on her nose, and she pushed them further up her face as she spoke.

"Veisi sent out a code three. What's happening."

"We're being chased- well, she's being chased."

"So you brought her here?"

"Its safe," the boy said, almost defensively.

"Is it?" she eyed me carefully. My white shirt and leggings had not been white since I... Since, ████... ██████. █ ███ ███? ████ ████ █ ████, █████████. My feet were bare and dirty, my hair was shoulder length and chaotic. I don't know what she thought of me. █ ███'█ ████ ████ ██ █████ ██ ██████ ██████.

"Come along." she said finally, and led the way further into the shelves.

We reached a narrow stairwell, and on the next level we met two more people- all about the same age as the boy I had met, ███ ██████ I think. They are probably all about 16 or 17? 18 or 19 at the oldest, if anyone looked young. They caught up with us and tagged along behind, whispering with the boy as I followed the pink haired girl.

I wasn't listening very close. There was still an urgency to how I was being herded along, but I wasnt being chased anymore, not in the manner I had been. It was a relief, and my mind started fading into thoughtlessness as I let go of some of the pressure that had been keeping me moving until now. I didn't notice how little energy I'd had left until then.

As we travelled, the books somehow got even denser, piling onto to floor and crowding the already hazardously narrow walkway. When, eventually, we reached a place that wasn't all narrow winding maze, the pink-haired girl leading the way turned and leveled her gaze on me. The soft hand on my arm never wavered.

She spoke with a calmness that was mirrored by the other people gathering around us. Everyone had at least one color in their hair, even the boy had white feathering that nearly blended in with his pale blonde hair.

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"Look." Says the boy.

I open my eyes and see warm lights, and warm faces, and a pair of warm eyes looking down at me.

What was I just saying? I.. Forget. I must have fallen asleep. I am so very sore, made of bruises and the painful exaustion of overused muscles. But here I feel safe, in these soft arms. "It's going to be okay."

I believe him.

#vinslakte #my writing #my dream

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lakelandseo · 1 year

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13 Local Search Developments You Need to Know About from Q1 2023

Can you believe we’ve already sped through the first quarter of the new year? So much has happened, and on the strength of the warm reception this nascent local search quarterly review received in 2022, I’m going to continue the series this year. Thank you for being a reader. Let’s dive right into the most interesting new things we’ve seen in the first three months of 2023!

A new local search ranking factor!

Joy Hawkins and her Sterling Sky squad discovered something truly new this February: selecting pre-defined Google Business Profiles services from the list that Google offers some categories of business can have a tremendous positive impact on local pack rankings. Joy’s dream team is working to see whether custom-written services have a similar effect. For now, if Google shows you a choice of ready-made services (not to be confused with service areas) in your NMX interface and they relate to your business, definitely add them! By my count this brings us up to 5 GBP factors we strongly believe directly impact rank: title, URL, categories, reviews, and now, pre-defined services.

The ABCs of…ABC

In crunchy spherical fruit news, Apple launched Apple Business Connect to make it easier for local businesses to get on the map, because, of course, you want to reach those 137k iPhone users. Mike Blumenthal has the best write-up on the new ABC features, and Moz Local customers get a collective pat on the back because their info is already being distributed to Apple Maps hassle-free. I hope to have a column coming out soon on Apple’s launch, but in the meantime, local SEOs are seeing this as one more signal (amid all the AI chat buzz) that there could be a few cracks of competitive opportunity in the Google local monolith. It can be worth major money to win even a point away from Google’s market share, and this is an interesting time in search.

BBB as trusted source in troubleshooting

In other acronymic headlines, Stefan Somborac and Ben Fisher spotted Google requesting a link to your BBB listing in one of their assistive help forms. You may encounter this when reporting problems with your listings and need to go find yourself on the Better Business Bureau site. The Better Business Bureau has not always earned good press in local search circles, but this move from Google signals that they clearly trust the longstanding organization. Might be a good time to look at how you’re rated there.

GBP products in Google Shopping results

At first, there was uncertainty as to whether this was a new feature when Colan Nielsen spotted it, but on the strength of the “wows” from the local SEO community, Barry Schwartz did a write-up on this phenomenon of products that were manually added to Google Business Profiles showing up within the search engine’s large shopping interface. In the past, I had only seen products added via the Merchant Center appear this way. Communication of local inventory remains a major hurdle for independent businesses, and this change from Google is a good incentive to be sure you’re adding products to your Google Business Profiles with help, if you need it, from my handy tutorial.

Shelfies spotted in NYC

This March, when I wrote about the nifty idea of shelfies (photos of store shelves you upload to GBP to display the breadth of your inventory), I had yet to see Google altering 3-pack visuals to feature them based on my search language. Kudos to Mike Blumenthal for capturing a live instance of this behavior for “backpacks nyc” and note that the local pack images show many products instead of a single item. I’m still not seeing this in my west coast environs, but am even more convinced now that local businesses should be taking shelfies.

NMX Profile Strength leaves us feeling a bit weak

Darren Shaw’s tweet captures the real-time letdown of finding a novel New Merchant Experience feature…only to discover it seems like a sales tool for Google Ads. Apparently, in order to get a good Profile Strength score, you need to pay. Colan Nielsen perfectly summarizes the awkwardness that is happening for agencies as a result of this debut:

Google’s rollout of the NMX was not popular, and I don’t know how it is affecting local business owner engagement with the local product, but if this metric is meant to inspire more commitment from users to completing their free profiles, it’s odd to mix it up with a paid product. A red herring, a primrose path, a bait-and-switch, gammon and spinach? Hardly a brilliant success if agencies are telling their clients to ignore this “feature”. And speaking of things that were once free…

Local Service Ads: A whole lot going on

Matt Casady wrote an excellent article over at LocalU about dentists becoming eligible to “pay to play” via LSA. If you’re marketing a new practice or helping one compete in a dense market, you can purchase the visibility you need to fill the patient roster. This sounds like good news, at a glance, but it’s also part of the ongoing saga of local business visibility becoming less “free” at Google’s house. At last count, 70 categories have become eligible for LSA and Google just keeps adding to the list.

LSA isn’t just a budgetary woe for underfunded SMBs, but a hotbed of very concerning spam. As my friends at NearMedia point out in the foregoing article, LSA’s review requirements are a temptation to engage in review spam, and both fake businesses and fake review content are ending up getting recommended by Google in this program. If you’re thinking of paying Google for leads, please read Ben Fisher’s alarming piece on LSA arbitrage and spam, complete with real-world examples of some very deceptive ads. At this point, I don’t trust Google’s “guarantee” any more than I do the local packs…I’ve just seen too much fraud to pretend that such content is uniformly trustworthy. Not to say that Google isn’t making some efforts, including:

Emergency brakes during spam attacks

Another doff of the cap to Colan Nielsen for sharing a new Google doc explaining why and how they may suspend user generated content (UGC) including reviews, images, and videos during upticks in prohibited behavior. For example, if a business becomes major controversial news and begins to receive a large number of reviews from non-customers, Google can pull the emergency brake for a period of time to defend the brand (and the quality of the index).

This capability is not new, but the documentation of the practice is noteworthy. The problem is, it’s no guarantee that Google will protect you from a spam attack. Remember that review spam may not always consist of a bunch of obviously negative reviews. There’s the erosion tactic of leaving a lot of 4-star reviews to downgrade the 5-star rating of a business, and another trick I only recently encountered of spammers initially leaving a high-star review and then sneakily changing it to a low-star one. All good reasons to continuously monitor your reviews, using software if you find this task too time-consuming. And be prepared to act quickly with this step-by-step Mike Blumenthal tutorial if your business is sabotaged

Two scoops of juicy justifications

Damian Rollison brings us some better news about UGC this quarter, in the form of double local business justifications (some of which stem from reviews) appearing on listings. Justifications are textual snippets embellishing local business listings, like the, “My whole family uses them for car repairs,” shown above.

In my 2021 column, Local Justifications are a Big Deal and You Can Influence Them, I documented the different types of justifications I saw, including reviews, websites, posts, services, menus, in-stock, and sold here. At that time, however, all justifications I encountered in my study were single. Damian’s find is exciting because of the large amount of screen space being given to a double justification, with its dual conversion pitches. Have you written a Google post lately (actually, they are confusingly called “updates” now, so have you updated your GBP with an update, lately?). Double justifications would be well worth the effort, if you’re lucky enough to get them.

Immersive views for big buildings

When I was a child, my family had a coffee table book called Above London which showcased aerial photography of the capitol. Now, everyone and their cousin can buy a drone to get these kinds of shots, but lovers of new things will appreciate this tweet from Punit of the 360 Map View that Google then talked about as “immersive view” at their memorable Paris announcement. Looking up the Getty Museum in LA on Google Maps showed me that many big buildings in the area have this treatment. If your local business is contained within a landmark edifice, you could get this eagle’s eye view of where you work.

In non-Google news

Yelp has really struggled of late to compete with Google for local mindshare, but the fellows at Near Media drew my attention to a new report from the National Bureau of Economic research finding that restaurants which get listed on Yelp see a 5% increase in sales. In fact, even if your first reviews aren’t great, you still get a bump in diners. The restaurant business is HARD and that 5% could mean a great deal.

Actually, success is always the great challenge for nearly any local business, and that brings me to my last tidbit: the new, must-read report from the Institute of Local Self Reliance on the impact of dollar stores in the US. I have read countless articles over the past few years from towns and cities where dollar stores replaced all local variety and residents are stuck with little fresh food, dismal wages, and a loss of community identity. In 2022, nearly half of the businesses that opened in the US were some type of dollar store - an unprecedented figure, and these exemplars of the race to the bottom are the exact opposite of what independent businesses are working so hard to build.

I said this was non-Google news, but I’ve come to see Google Business Profiles as some of the best armor an SMB owner can don in the fight against lowered standards of living across the country. Use your profiles, and your website, and your social media to get the word out that your business is unique, local, ethical, green, family-owned, and a key contributor to the economic localism that makes the difference between a good place to live and a difficult place to be. Keep going, and I’ll be rooting for you in Q2!

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13 Local Search Developments You Need to Know About from Q1 2023

A new local search ranking factor!

The ABCs of…ABC

BBB as trusted source in troubleshooting

GBP products in Google Shopping results

Shelfies spotted in NYC

NMX Profile Strength leaves us feeling a bit weak

Local Service Ads: A whole lot going on

Emergency brakes during spam attacks

Two scoops of juicy justifications

Immersive views for big buildings

In non-Google news

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I just realized how rich (or poor) the reader must be to feed 6 boys everyday like 6 bentos, snacks for 6 people, and occasionally breakfast and dinner for all of them almost everyday. In addition, there will be more stomach to feed in the future (Takemittchi Chifuyu, black dragon boys, etc.), so yeah I am a bit worry about the reader’s wallet.-Winky Wink anon

ohhh boy no way you feed all 6 of them everyday winky wink anon! BAHAHAHAHAAH - just feeding you and one other person lunch and snacks is enough to burn a hole in your wallet . its more of a once a week kinda treat for all 6 to get fed together and only for one meal (lunch), normal days they'll have to take turns, one for every day of the week. and three meals would be an even rarer occurrence

and what makes you think the boys will allow you to feed anyone but them? your cooking is reserved only for them.

have a short drabble!

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