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cpunkhobie · 1 year

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The thing about leo is that he's a lot smarter than he lets on and he KNOWS he's a lot smarter than he lets on. He does this because ppl assuming he's dumber than he is and underestimating him is a lot safer than letting ppl know how much he has sorted out in his head. The issue arises when he still wants to be credited for the smart work he does while avoiding ppl knowing he's smart. He wants to have his cake and eat it to. I actually think Splinter also falls under this category - which is letting his true strength and wit be hidden behind showmanship and apparent laziness.

The difference between Leo and Splinter is that Splinter KNOWS that if he wants to be underestimated he also has to deal with the emotional weight of ppl looking down on him. BUT although Splinter is more aware of it than Leo is - and thus more emotionally prepared for the burden on behalf of being older - Leo is Still a teenager, and doesn't have that emotional awareness and stability. And this isn't to say that Splinter has emotion stability, oh no*, because a good amount of Splinter getting underestimated is due to his own depression, however he is able to better come to terms with it.

It's also really neat to see how much Leo's arc mirrors Splinter's own teen years, specifically with how Leo hides behind quips and showmanship to hide his feelings of inadequacy - something you can see a LOT during Splinters childhood and how Splinter LITERALLY hid behind showmanship. Like the reason that Splinter is so much better at handling this underestimation burden is because He Has already gone through what Leo is currently going through. HOWEVER, this does not mean he's accurately processed it and thus that habit of hiding behind flashiness and pizzazz got passed down to his son. Which is funny, considering how Splinter basically raised the turtles off of his Lou Jitsu movies.

Like, to Splinter right, Lou Jitsu was his Peak. That's the guy who was prepared for any situation that's the guy who kicked ass that's the guy who saves the day. Lou Jitsu is the guy who lives up to All the pressures and standards that Splinter was put under growing up. Lou Jitsu is all the ways in which Splinter feels inadequate. He doesn't feel like he can live up to the golden standard that he once was, so he simply stops trying to live up to it. GOD I could analyze splinter all day you have no idea. BUT BASICALLY, staying on topic. Even though Splinter forgo raising the turtles in a typical fashion**, in a way he still raised them through his fucking Lou Jitsu movies. But he never TOLD the turtles that the guy in those movies was him. That's character is based off of what he once was but isn't anymore. (I'll get into that in another post probably.)

But by not telling his sons that the man they so looked up to was their own father - he opened up a door for him to once again be underestimated. Now this is for a lot of reasons a.) what I've already said above in Leo's case; it being the safer option b.) not wanting his sons to resent him for no longer being that cool bad ass guy (you're just a rat, we need a tiger) c.) fearing he won't live up to that standard - once again feeling inadequate. d.) being known as Lou Jitsu putting him and his sons in danger (most likely option.) and e.) more stuff that's off topic

It also becomes so clear how much his sons took from his example - how you can see, in this case, how Leo mirrors his father. It's just harder to see than in regular parent child relationships because *gestures.* It's also because of how much Leo has learned from Splinter, even in ways he can't see. Ultimately he learned the strategic advantage behind ppl expecting little of you from Splinter. Which lets be honest, is a whole nother issue in of itself but that's once again, off topic.

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* this emotional instability is shown by how much he clings onto that image of himself as Lou Jitsu, which is also to cope with his current reality which is transforming from this badass super hero into a rat. That's his character it's if what Splinter didn't get cooler because of his mutation and trauma, what if he just got sad. This sadness us also backed up from his history of feeling inadequate considering his LONG FAMILY BLOODLINE OF MYSTICAL NINJA WARRIORS. The pressure of being one of the last people in your family still living, of having to watch your mother leave you so young, of having the weight of the world on your shoulders since birth.

** this also ties into the above asterisk, in which Splinter is so lax with his sons and the severity of their destiny because of how he grew up. He didn't want to pass on that same weight and burden onto his sons, he wanted to give them a life where they could choose their own destiny, where they didn't have to grow up with the rigid household he grew up in. Of course he chalked up his unhappiness with his childhood To the Destiny and rigidness, and not to the fact that he never gained praise and positive affirmations or attention from his only living parental figure. The Hamato's chronic feelings of inadequacy is - say it with me now, generational trauma. Welcome to the Asian Household Good to have you

OH SHIT I REMEMBER NOW. Splinter is also a lot more Mature than what we see on a surface level considering how even till the literal very end of the world he STILL stuck by his ideals of protecting his kids and his family no matter the "greater good." He wasn't going to sacrifice his sons or their lives in order to protect the world because he would find a better way. Because he saw what the familial standard of sacrifice in the Hamato DID to the Hamato clan. He was one of the last Hamato for a long time!!!! The only other one was his grandpa !!! He watched his mom leave him and die to protect the greater good and what the movie is about is about BREAKING that chain of sacrifice because YOU DON'T NEED TO SACRIFICE YOURSELF. you need to TRUST THOSE AROUND YOU to get through it. A mindset that was completely lost upon the generations of the Hamato clan/family. Trusting your family was something that fundamentally conflicted with the Hamato because of their origins - and Splinter was SICK of it. and no amount of world ending would stop him from putting his sons first and *shakes you* ITS ABOUT GENERATIONAL TRAUMA !!!!! ok now that is all I think

#headmate deleted the post so REPOST 💪💪 YIPPEE <- exhausted #rbs encouraged #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #rottmnt splinter #rottmnt analysis #rise tag #jonah with a megaphone

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yellowocaballero · 1 year

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SHAZAM SHAZAM SHAZAM pls tell us about billy batson. ive only ever seen the movies o great comic knower

Very very very VERY far from comic expert (that's brawltogethernow) but I have read a lot of Shazam. His history is actually really, really fascinating and involves more than one lawsuit that really defined very early comics. I'll focus on one thing, though.

There are two Captain Marvels: One from the 1940s to around 2013, and one from 2013 til now. The Captain Marvel you're familiar with (who is named Shazam) is from 2013. He's a more realistic, grounded character. He was created to be pretty much the polar opposite of his original version. The best summary is to say that the Wizard chose Billy Batman 1940 because he had the purest heart, and the Wizard chose Billy Batson ~2013 because he was there. My personal 'best' Shazam story is the "Shazam: The Monster Society of Evil" graphic novel by the guy who made Bone. It's good because it's for elementary schoolers yet acknowledges this small child as homeless. Which, don't get me wrong, you shouldn't always do. My personal favorite is the 1970s ones.

As some background: Otto Binder was the creator/main writer of the very early Captain Marvel comics. He was by far and away the best writer of the early Superman Silver Age comics, because all of his comics were batshit insane. Shazam has a complicated and legal history with Superman, so the 1970 run was a super fun high camp tongue in cheek reinvention of the best Silver Age stories.

So the 1970 Captain Marvel comics are insane.

I can't even summarize them without sounding crazy. Basically the conceit is that Captain Marvel, Captain Marvel Jr, and Mary Marvel (Billy, Freddy, and Mary) are having 1940s Golden Age Adventures when they get somehow in suspended animation and are basically time travelled to the 1970s. This don't bother them too much. Why would it bother them. Nothing bothers these people. Nothing. I don't think anybody experiences a negative emotion in these comics. Not bc they were twee. Bc they were insane.

Many of the comics basically had three shorter comics inside it: one Billy story, one Mary story, one Freddy story. Interestingly, they all had different art styles, artists, types of story, genre, etc. Billy's stories had a cartoony art style with very over-the-top and silly plotlines that involved supervillain bad dudes. Freddy's art was slightly more realistic and was slighty more grounded, but still had some classic Marvel indescribable scifi that can best be summarized as that one meme panel people have seen where Sivana recites a science equation that lets him walk through walls. Mary's stories were much more realistically drawn and featured the most banal shit, like her starting a club with her friends. Somehow Mary Marvel gets involved in those.

Sometimes they worked together and did superhero things and fought bad guys. The average fight looked like this:

Billy was a twelve year old who lived by himself, in his own apartment, had his own radio show, a full-ass job, a whole thing as Captain Marvel. He paid fucking taxes. Everybody knew this and nobody cared. He's the most affable, good natured kid on the face of the planet. Nothing bothers him. Nothing. Nothing bothers any of these people. Sivana shows up and he's BIG MAD so he's creating another death ray and Captain Marvel shows up like "Oh you rascal! Time to punch this and go back to helping my friend eat his infinite Jello."

He has a friend named Talky Tawny, who is a talking tiger wearing a suit. He also has a friend named Sunny Smiles, a person of indeterminate gender who everybody falls in love with, for unexplained and unknown reasons. Not to be confused with Freddy's friend Gregory Gosharootie, the "World's Dullest Mortal", who is so boring that nobody notices him and he keeps accidentally comitting crime. There is also an old guy named Uncle Marvel who pretends he has superpowers, which they all find funny so they just roll with it. Freddy is a disabled orphan who has to sell papers on the street corner to make a living. Mary lives in a middle class suburban home with loving foster parents. It never once seems to occur to Mary's parents to adopt Billy, for Freddy to live with Billy. Everybody is happiest this way.

I do think this is partly why a good Shazam comic has to be aimed at the 6-12yo demographics. They have to be for small children, because Billy is living a complete and utter power fantasy that only a ten year old would think is a good idea. He's a kid, and he doesn't have drag parents or a lame family, but he can turn into Superman, and he can also do magic, and everybody loves him and thinks he's the nicest person, and his supervillains are Dr. Doofenschmirtz and a worm, and his supporting cast is like okay my sister if she HAS to be involved, but also my best friend who is a paperboy! but cool because he's disabled, and….

Look, you could engage with that seriously. You could go "holy shit this is a homeless child". That's fine. That's what they do these days, and that's what they did in the movies. Nothing wrong with that. Take the story more seriously.

But also they don't give a worm the electric chair in those stories, so.

To actually give some commentary on these comics: these comics really love people. I've never seen comics that were so entrenched in their community. The kids just know everybody they meet on the street. Freddy delivers paper up and down every block, so an average story for him is just talking to a butcher or baker or old man or grumpy housewife and helping them out with some batshit problem. Mary's a sweet girl who's always starting clubs with her friends and taking on neighborhood projects. Many Billy stories involve one of his many friends falling into some trouble and Captain Marvel helping them out - or just exploring some fun with Billy hanging out with Sunny Smiles, who is a person of indeterminate gender who for some reason has magic love brainwashing powers -

This isn't the biggest #Shazam take, but I think a good Shazam story stays grounded in that. These are poor street kids who love Fawcett City so damn much. They love fighting their supervillains, but they love helping out the random guy off the street with their problems even more. Way more so than Spider-Man or a lot of other guys, I think of the Marvel family as the friendly neighborhood superheroes. They're both larger than life and street level. They're Superman level powers but they just use the powers for wrapping up their hijinks. Isn't that nice? Aren't you tired of going apeshit? Don't you just want to be nice?

#captain marvel #shazam #mary marvel #freddy freeman #billy batson #captain marvel jr #mary batson #i pulled open the old comics to review to write this #and as a kid I was like.#“hah! silly old silver age comics! they don't know how dumb they are!”#but reading it now im like #“holy shit i think they're doing it on purpose. holy shit. i think this is the most sarcastic comic ive ever read.”#“I don't think this is the funniest thing ever on accident. I think these were jokes. This comedy is sublime.”#genuinely they hold up SO well. they're fucking delightful.#high camp.#my writing #my asks

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mxtxfanatic · 1 year

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Do you have any posts about all the things the people who use demonic cultivation have in common?

I’m not sure I can explain it properly, but I came away from the book thinking that all the people who used demonic cultivation (either directly or through the Yin Tiger Tally) are very similar to one another in terms of their trauma, background, and status as cultivators.

They all have quite traumatic upbringings, either living on the streets for some time or otherwise mistreated as part of the serving class. While they end up with some form of sect alliance, they are only ever half accepted, with their common parentage being brought up quite often. They’re all stuck living on that razor edge of not quite acceptability.

It makes me think that demonic cultivation represents or reflects that sort of traumatic razor’s edge position. (Appropriate when they are literally using resentment).

The major difference between the demonic cultivators is how they decide to use the trauma they’ve been stuck with. Wei Ying does his best to channel it towards protecting people, while trying to minimize harm to the innocent (though some “splash damage” is inevitable), while Xue Yang and Jin Guangyao use it as an excuse to hurt others with impunity (trying to drag the whole world down with them if they must).

Hopefully I’ve made sense.

Hate to say it, but the only demonic cultivator in the text is Xue Yang. Wei Wuxian does not cultivate with mo (living humans) but gui (dead humans), which is why his cultivation is called the ghost path. A better wording would be about who strays from the orthodox path of cultivating, but even then, all of the “righteous” cultivation clans would fall under this because they use Wei Wuxian’s inventions that they stole after his death. Speaking just on the characters listed, though, Xue Yang uses living humans by turning them into living corpse puppets, making him a demonic cultivator, but he also still uses a sword and his golden core, meaning he never left the orthodox cultivation path.

Other than both being street orphans taken in by major clans as kids, Wei Wuxian and Xue Yang have nothing in common. Wei Wuxian had a moral code that he followed even on the street, while Xue Yang didn’t and made a name for himself being a terror before he became a cultivator. When they become cultivators, it is only Wei Wuxian who is disparaged for his background. Nobody ever calls Xue Yang a servant, insults his parentage, or treats him less than courteously, from what we are shown in the text, until he massacres the Chang Clan. He is a guest of the Jin, therefore making him practically untouchable. Now, bringing Jin Guangyao into this, yes he was disparaged in the beginning, but he was definitely accepted once he climbed his way into the clan leader position. People stopped bringing up his past and parentage due to it, because now he was in an accepted and traditional position of power.

The story isn’t about how the type of cultivation one uses represents a theme or says something about the person using it (other than the demonic cultivation because that one says a lot about Xue Yang who created it); it’s about how any cultivation path, orthodox or not, can be used for good or evil and what really matters is to look at the character of the person. Xue Yang and Jin Guangyao are greedy bastards who want to be universally feared (the former) and worshipped (the latter), and will sacrifice anyone or anything that goes against their plans to attain power. They both use sword cultivation to achieve these goals, even if they use other tools to aid. Xue Yang turns to demonic cultivation because he is not clever or powerful enough to use the ghost path as effectively as Wei Wuxian does nor does he have empathy or care for the living or dead which is necessary for the ghost path, so he takes shortcuts with horrific (intended) consequences, instead. Wei Wuxian made his name exclusively with the ghost path and only did so by doing what was right. But only Wei Wuxian was reviled for it until the very end.

In short, mxtx doesn’t write stories where you can use characters’ identities and backgrounds as shorthand for moral lessons. So while all three characters had their traumas and bad encounters with the “righteous” established cultivation clans, Xue Yang and Jin Guangyao are villains because they ultimately believed in the same system that abused them and, thus, strove to uphold it so that they could benefit from that power to oppress others, while Wei Wuxian is the hero for challenging that system and rejecting it for its corruption.

#mdzs asks #anon #idk which translation you read #but the original raw and the exr translation both call wwx’s cultivation gui dao/ghost path #other translations fuck up that distinction though and so i get the confusion #wwx never calls his cultivation ‘demonic’#and the only other characters who do do so to disparage him

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looking-to-rattle-the-stars · 6 months

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thinking abt gillion but i think for my 3am thoughts post i actually wanna talk about the ferins

like there’s so much we still don’t know about ava and the ferins have such rich lore and it makes me want to explode i would fucking kill a man for an episode just where jay and drey just like talk or some shit and we get to hear more about the ferins. cause like ?? jays the girl with “special blood” and also her family (at least dads side) has that whole thing with the sun and then their eye(s) turning golden ?? and then fucking may with the tree !?!?? god i circle back to this one ferin art post on the patreon because just god I WANNA KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM !! they’re such an interesting family and i feel like their stories might go back to the small beginnings of mana but who knows! not i! oh my god and jays grandma too i need to know more about that woman because look at her sons !!! and circling back i would love to hear more about ava. just grrr i cant think cause im tired but i would love to know everything there is to know about the ferins and their role in mana. i seriously gotta listen to the fucking uhh hole in the sea oneshot especially with the recent shit going on good god.

erm anyways cause i love siblings do you think there was a period of time where jay maybe blamed herself for ava’s death. like maybe she felt that if she has stayed with the navy that what happened to ava wouldn’t have occurred or that she could have been there to do something, maybe taken her place? HOLY ??? DO YOU THINK AVA AND JAY COULDVE BEEN PARALLELS TO JAYSON AND DREY??? i gotta relisten to fucking uhhh 101 or find a supercut of times ava was mentioned.. i know jayson is incredibly fucked up but do you think maybe he was part of the navy with the hope to make a difference and then his mother fucking twisted that ideal away from him and maybe that’s why he is now? do you think maybe he encouraged ava to join with the purpose of changing the navy for the better? also while i’m here i feel like grandma ferin may have had a role in ava’s death because like there’s no way in my mind, as fucked up as jayson is, that his first born child and one of his captains he could just watch die like that. but anyways yeah thinks about ava and jay i want to know more about their relationship :( cause jay loved her dearly, enough to go looking for answers in relation to her death, i just ough i would kill just to hear about a childhood memory of hers with ava. i wonder if may has flowers at the tavern in ava’s memory :( like maybe tiger lilies perhaps? or like maybe small bundles of baby’s breath and forget-me-nots,, sighs also thinks abt jayson and drey cause like OUGGGHHH fucked up brothers holds them in my hands i want to know their in depth story too i just really love the ferins and their lore

okay it’s fucking uhh 3:40am and i got class at 9:30am so hopefully i don’t miss that lmaoo anyways i leave you with

albatrio to mars by sleeping at last

okay nighttt

#jrwi riptide #ava ferin #jay ferin #drey ferin #jayson ferin #jay jrwi #jrwi jay #jrwi ava #jrwi drey #jrwi #jrwi spoilers

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midnightstar-90 · 9 months

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"Is It Bad To Say No?"

Chapter 2

Taglist | Requests | Wattpad Main Masterlist | Harry Potter Masterlist Somewhere Only We Know Masterlist Previous | Next ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ Summary: You’ve received Cedric’s letter, and now it’s time to meet up. Will his news be good or bad? And how will Cedric react to your letter? ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Angry Cedric, Papa Sirius, A Dream Of Something Only Fanfic Readers Would Dream About, Probably More (The Whole Story's A Warning In Itself) ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ A/N: It's late. Yes, I know. It's been a struggle, but I got it done. ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ Words: 6.4K

Around 10 o’clock, the Slytherin prefects called “lights out”, sending everyone to bed before their last round of hall sweeps. I didn’t want to go back to my dorm, afraid Samatha would be there with the two drones that followed her around, ready to deliver the meanest insults. I hesitantly stood from my spot in the armchair and walked back to my dorm. To my surprise, Samatha and her friends had yet to show.

I assumed they would soon make their way back, considering the prefects would catch them if they didn’t. The short time that I had alone felt so peaceful. Closing the door, behind me, I stood at the entrance, taking note of the room around me. I noticed that one of the bedding was scrunched up and sunken in, meaning someone had placed something somewhat large on the bed or someone was sitting on it. One of the girls left their trunk with some type of clothing hanging out of it, keeping it from closing properly.

I moved away from the door and toward my bed, where I noticed a small banner above my bed. In some sort of black ink, it wrote: “Losers Sleep Here”. I huffed, snatching the banner off the canopy railing. I glared down at the sign, irritated by the constant bullying that I was forced to endure.

I moved over to the chest that was left slightly ajar and opened it. Inside were several very expensive pieces of clothing and accessories, along with a few photos of a young girl with an older male figure. The two looked happy in the photos. The more I looked at the photo the more I realized that the little girl looked an awful lot like Samantha.

Something quite familiar washed over me as I stared down at the picture. It was the same feeling that came to me whenever I saw people having a good old time with their families. Seeing Samantha with her father, all happy like that, awoke a sense of jealousy within me because it was something that I would never get to have. Something that I yearned for, and only recently began to receive. I would never get the time without my father back, and it was something that I had to learn to understand.

I thought about setting some of Samatha’s stuff on fire as payback for constantly being picked on for 6 years, but then I thought about the relationship that I had with my father. Would he really want me to destroy a girl’s things, just because she called me a few names? I imagined my father standing in front of me with a disappointed look on his face. A look I wished to never see on his face.

I clenched the photo in my hand as my head rolled back. I loudly sighed, looking up at the ceiling before properly closing the trunk. I stood from my spot and began to get ready for bed. I threw on some green silk pajamas that had little golden tigers on them that my father got me over the summer. I liked them- not just for the feel of them, but also because they matched my Patronus.

As soon as I was “ready for bed” I quickly shut off the lights and climbed into the large canopy bed. The door creaked open and all that was heard was Samatha’s high-pitched whines as she babbled on to her friends. My eye’s slammed shut as one of the girls turned the bright lights on. My eyelids naturally blinked, whilst still shut, from the brightness of the lights.

The girls continued to talk to each other before they noticed the lump in my bed. “Looks like Black’s already asleep,” Carly, one of Samantha’s friends spoke, making the other girls turn their heads. I tried my best not to fidget while the feeling of their beady eyes was still present.

I kept my eyes clamped shut, hoping my eyes wouldn’t twitch so much. The feeling of something poking me in my shoulder a few times made it very difficult to continue my facade, but I stayed strong. I kept my sleep-like composure, convincing whoever was next to me that I really was asleep, even if I wasn’t.

Samatha’s voice sounded right next to me. “Fast asleep,” She said with a scoff. I could practically hear the smug grin creep onto her face. “Looks like when you have no friends, all you can do is sleep.” She laughed and her friends joined in.

I cringed internally at the insult. I wanted to correct her, but that would blow my cover. I have friends. It’s just that my social group isn’t all that big. It consisted mostly of Cedric, but I have begun something of a friendship with the golden trio. My mind slowly moved back onto Cedric as my eyelids began to feel heavy. The thought of Cedric being more than a friend rushed through my head. And soon, I was asleep.

I awoke to something a lot more comfortable than the thing I fell asleep on. My eyes blinked open as my eyes adjusted to the bright light blaring in my eyes. “What?” I softly spoke. Everything around me was unfamiliar to me. I was in a large, comfortable bed wrapped in soft grey and yellow bedding. The room around me was lined with plush carpet and cream-coated walls.

Next to me sat a nightstand. On the nightstand was an unlit candle lamp, a vase filled with vibrant colored flowers, and a photo frame with a motion photo of Cedric and I on our- ‘Huh?’ -On our wedding day.

I attempted to move out of my lying position, only to be halted by a tight grip around my waist. I looked down seeing an arm wrapped around me. I followed the arm to find none other than Cedric lying in the bed right next to me. He slept peacefully letting out quiet snores as he pulled me closer to him. My back pressed up against his naked chest, and his face fell into the crack of my neck.

I tried to move once more, but once again, Cedric’s arm stopped me from moving. I smiled at the boy’s actions until I no longer heard the snores. ‘He’s awake’ I said to myself. The smile I once wore had drifted away, as I stared wide-eyed at the wall in front of me. A small moan left the boy’s mouth, tickling my neck. My heart stopped as I heard the boy’s groggy voice as he moved his head out of my neck. “Where do you think you’re going, love?” Cedric asked playfully, now slightly hovering above me. He wore a sleepy grin that caused butterflies to erupt in my stomach.

“I-”

I was speechless. I didn’t know what to say, nor did I know where to look. My line of sight drifted from the Hufflepuff’s bright gray eyes and onto his bare chest. Cedric was in really nice shape from what I remembered. I wanted to touch him, but it felt wrong.

Two fingers made their way to my chin, lifting it to sit parallel to Cedric’s. He chuckled, “How are you always so pretty in the morning? It’s hard to believe that I’m married to a goddess like yourself.” My cheeks gave off a cherry-red blush as I tried to look away from the handsome man in front of me, but Cedric wouldn’t allow me to look away.

Nothing felt natural about all of this. I knew that this was a dream. Cedric would never say these things to me… Not in the real world. He was oblivious to how I felt, and I was fine with keeping it that way. Did I like it? No. But if it kept our long-lasting friendship from ending, I would be completely fine with it.

“You’re just as beautiful as you were the day I first met you,” He whispered, moving slightly closer to my face. His eyes toggled between my eyes and my lips as he continued to move closer. We were only centimeters away from each other when he stopped. “I love you, Y/N,” he said with a loving smile, and my world stopped. My body tensed up and suddenly the basic task of breathing became a challenge.

“Can you say that again?” I asked, tantalized by the man above me.

He let out a soft laugh. “I love y-”

“CEDRIC!” I yelled out, now awake from the forbidden fantasy that I had just experienced. Realizing what just happened, I looked around the room, noticing that I was back in my dorm. The lights were out, the only light being from the large window where the moonlight hit the lake’s waters, and all 3 girls were asleep in their respective beds.

I was still riled up from the dream, so I tried taking deep breaths to calm myself down. I closed my eyes and rolled my head back to face the ceiling before rolling it forward to face the floor. I did this a few more times, along with the deep breathing, before my body began to relax, and my breathing became normal again.

I looked over at the small alarm clock on my bedside table. The time was 11:45. It was almost time to meet up with Cedric. I slid out of my bed, causing a small thud from my feet hitting the floor. I shuffled over to my trunk, finding my hoodie, and using it to cover myself. I placed my wand in my hoodie pocket and began on my mission.

The walk through the school was surprisingly easy, having yet to run into any prefects, head boys/girls, or professors. I entered the central hall, which was kind of dark since it didn’t have any windows, but there were still dim lights that brightened the area. I quickly moved through the room, getting closer to my checkpoint, when all of a sudden, I began to hear footsteps behind me.

I quickly used the disillusionment charm, hiding behind a suit of armor, for safekeeping. The footsteps got louder, and when whoever it was finally made it to the room I was in, I saw the familiar brown head of hair in black and yellow robes I had seen for years. I revealed myself to the Hufflepuff.

“Cedric.”

The Hufflepuff jumped slightly and turned around. I let out an amused giggle, seeing the surprised look the boy was giving me. He must have been on his way to the black lake because that was where he told me to meet him. He began to step closer to me, sporting that same loving smile that he gave in my dream.

“Y/N?” Cedric asked. “I was just about to meet you at the lake.”

“Yeah, I was too, but I thought you may have been another prefect or a professor,” I claimed.

Cedric let out a soft laugh. I meticulously stared at his beautiful smile, studying every part of his lips. Cedric smiled pretty often, mostly because he hung around people who could make him laugh, but something was different today. Maybe it was because we were finally alone together. Or maybe it had to do with the mind-boggling dream I just had about him. I took a mental picture of the image before pulling myself back into our conversation.

“I’m glad you weren’t caught,” Cedric said with an amused grin.

“Me too. I’m glad it was I who caught you,” I teased.

There was a pause between us. We both just stared at each other until I began to fidget in my spot. “Well, shall we get going then?” I suggested, awkwardly using my hand to motion toward the door. Cedric nodded before looping his arm with mine. I tightened his hold, not wanting to ever let go of the young Hufflepuff, but he didn’t seem to notice, or he at least wasn’t showing it.

We continued our walk making small talk until we got to the lake. Our conversation stopped when we made it to our destination. We stood at a slight distance from the lake, arms still looped together, as we stared out at the moonlit lake. It was beautiful, and to be here with Cedric, at night and along, was truly a dream come true.

Cedric let go of the hold he had on my arm as he invited me to join him on the dirt-filled floor. When I felt my bottom hit the sandy floor, I looked over at Cedric to see him already looking at me. I felt a blush appear on my cheeks that the moonlight just had to place on a spotlight.

“I like your pajama shorts. Are those tigers?” He asked with a small laugh.

Somehow, my cheeks tinted a darker redder when he said that, and I felt my heart begin to pound hard, in my chest. I looked down at the pajama shorts I put on earlier, letting out a small, “Thank you.”

“So, why did you call me here? I know you said you had news.”

“Straight to the point. Okay.” He clicked his tongue. “I’m thinking about signing up for the Triwizard Tournament.”

My heart stopped pounding in my chest and suddenly dropped. I frowned at the thought of Cedric as a Triwizard contestant. It was a dangerous game to play… Literally. It had been banned by the ministry for centuries, and now Cedric just wants to participate like it’s a game of quidditch. My body went rigid at the thought.

“What?” I asked, nervously biting my lip

“I want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament,” He spoke slowly, this time.

I remained silent as my teeth sank deeper into my lip. A metallic taste flooded my taste buds.

‘Did he understand the risks? Did he even care? What could possibly possess him to want to do something like this?’ My mind was bombarded with question after question.

This tournament was banned for there being too many deaths. I couldn’t lose Cedric if he chose to go through with this. But Cedric was smart. I knew that I wasn’t giving him credit for the amazing things he could do, nor was I giving him a chance to prove himself, but I couldn’t just look past the traumatizing images of Cedric dead in my head.

“Remember me saying that my father was acting all buggy this morning. I think this is why. He works in the ministry. He must have heard about this earlier and that was his way of telling me without spoiling it,” Cedric said, beaming.

Me on the other hand, well I was scared. I shook my head and looked back up at Cedric, showing him the long frown that I wore. His smile quickly shifted as he studied my face.

“You’re not happy. Do you not want this for me?”

“Is it bad to say no?” I grimace.

Cedric scoffed in disbelief. He turned away from me while angrily licking his lips. “How could you say that? You’re my best friend. You should be happy for me,” he spoke. He looked down as he spoke, keeping his voice low. The pain and anger radiated off of him.

It hurt to see Cedric this upset with me. It was something I had never wished to do since the day I met him. Cedric’s always been there for me. He expressed his support for me even when no one else believed in me. I could only imagine the amount of betrayal he was feeling right now.

I let out a shaky breath, scared to see what would happen next. I attempted to meet Ced’s eye, but he was too upset to even look at me. His gaze was set on the ground, and his jaw continuously clenched and unclenched. It looked like he was thinking.

“Ced…” I attempted to speak, but immediately paused, not wanting to say something I would regret later.

I looked down at the now sandy pajamas that I decided to wear. A slight breeze moved through the air causing me to shiver. On a normal day, Cedric wouldn’t hesitate to offer me something to give me warmth, but at this moment, he could care less if I was cold or not.

“The Triwizard Tournament is dangerous. I don’t want you to do something that could possibly hurt you, or worse… get you killed. You tend to do things that please your father, and I can’t let you do something this reckless if this isn’t for you. So let me ask you- Is this something you truly want to do, or is this Amos Diggory speaking?”

Cedric scoffed at my words, clearly offended by them. He stood from his spot and mumbled a low, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“No, Cedric. Wait!” I quickly stood from my seated position and moved to grab his robe sleeve. He spun around, livid. He stood tall, glaring down at me with the most ferocious eyes I had ever seen on a person. I cowardly stood in my, letting go of the boy’s sleeve. I heard a small whimper leave my lips as I looked up at Cedric. Nervously, I said, “I just want what’s best for you… I lost my father for 13 years of my life. I can’t lose you to something as dumb as dying for a trophy in a deadly race.”

“Well, you just did,” he seethed before dramatically turning away from me and storming off. Normally, I would have laughed at the Professor Snape-like exit, but I was too upset to joke around. The tears that I had tried so hard to keep in began to rush out of my eyes. I looked up at the night sky, just as a shooting star flew through the sky. I simply closed my eyes and took a deep breath, wishing for the safety of my friend.

When my eyes fluttered open, I was still at the lake… alone. Was honesty really the right go-to? I didn’t know. I thought that maybe hearing honest feedback from a friend would ease the pain, but instead, it just made things worse. I had lost a friend. But I kept my head up and hoped that Cedric would come to his senses and realize that I was only looking out for him.

The next day, I woke up and started my day like any other school day. I washed up a bit before getting dressed in my Slytherin uniform. After gathering everything I would need for today’s classes, I began making my way to the Great Hall for breakfast.

I walked through the halls quietly. Groups of friends talked to each other, all while either walking or pushing past me. I paid them no mind and continued to my desired destination.

When I got to the Great Hall, my eyes immediately went to the Hufflepuff table. There Cedric sat playfully laughing and eating with his friends. My jaw clenched and my hands balled up into fists as a wave of jealousy washed through me. I ignored it, knowing that maybe this was good for the Hufflepuff. Hanging around others who didn’t constantly remind him of the girl who broke his heart, was his way of taking his mind off things.

I began to make my way to the Slytherin table before I heard someone yell my name, behind me. I turned, looking for the owner of the voice to see Harry sitting with Ron, Hermione, and all the other Gryffindors. They smiled, waving me over to their table. Reluctantly, I went over there with a false smile on my face.

“Hello, Y/N. I didn’t see you at all yesterday. I wanted to see how your summer was,” Harry said casually. I joined the group at the table, not placing my entire body on the inside of the table.

I nodded at the boy. “It was good. Father and I had 13 years to catch up on. You would think that even with the loss of time together, your dad would know that you’re too old for clown pancakes, dolls, and hide-n-seek,” I laughed.

The memory of my father waking me up as the sun was still rising, ran through my head. The bright smile on his face was vivid in my mind as he happily began to blindfold me. He led me down the steps of the Black family house, and into the kitchen. When he took the blindfold off, I remember being ecstatic to find my surprise… that was until I saw that it was everything that I had enjoyed before he was sent to Azkaban. It was hard reminding him that I was now a 17-year-old girl. That I was soon to be out of Hogwarts and working as a young woman.

When I told him, he was a little disappointed, but he understood, saying that, “It’s hard knowing that I missed so much of you growing into the magnificent girl standing in front of me, today. It’s a nightmare for every father to see their little girl grow up.” I felt bad for my father, but he was quick to stop me, telling me that we would somehow catch up on everything in the past 13 years. I’m not gonna lie. I had the best time of my life with my father. It was everything I wished for.

“How was the quidditch world cup? I heard the Weasleys invited you out. Must have been nice to get away from those pesky Dursleys, huh?” I asked, giving the boy a smirk. He laughed at my facial expression and began to speak again. “Oh, it definitely was nice to get away. Even if it was ruined by death eaters. But I met Cedric,” Harry said taking a bite of his food.

“Really?” I asked, looking up, to face the Hufflepuff table once more. Cedric sat there staring at me with hurt eyes before turning back around in his seat. I continued to stare and Harry continued to speak. “Yeah. He seemed nice if you ask me. The twins didn’t like him. I think they’re still upset about the quidditch match from last year…” He paused, taking a bite of his porridge. When he started to speak again, he spoke with his mouth full, quickly saying, “He couldn’t stop talking about you,” before immediately shutting his mouth once more. He swallowed and said, “I was surprised he even knew you.”

“Yeah, what is he? Your boyfriend?” Ron teased mockingly, with a goofy grin on his face. His mouth was full of breakfast pastries as Hermione smacked the boy upside the head so hard that I could hear the slap from my seat. I laughed as I watched Ron’s hand drop the food he was holding to comfort his sore spot. “Bloody hell,” he moaned. He sent the younger girl a brief glare before receiving a nudge from her. The boy stopped all jokes, going back to his food.

“Cedric seems like a nice boy, Y/N. I’m glad that you have someone like that in your life,” Hermione smiled. I frowned remembering what went down less than 12 hours ago.

I felt as if someone was watching me from afar, so I looked up to see Cedric once more, looking my way. His face was blank, but if you looked close enough, you would see the sadness in his eyes. I sent him a small wave, but Cedric didn’t care for it. He just looked away. My face dropped completely as I let out a shaky breath. I hadn’t realized that the golden trio had also seen this interaction, looking at each other with sad looks before focusing on me.

“Did something happen?” Harry asked. The boy gave me a concerned look, but I looked away not wanting to talk about what happened.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I mumbled loud enough for Harry to hear. His face sunk, seeing my sad expression. He placed his hand on top of mine, attempting to comfort me, but it didn’t give me much comfort. My mind had yet to let go of the fact that my oldest friend was no longer my friend.

The four of us all went quiet, creating a very tense and uncomfortable environment around us. I stayed in my spot, staring into an open space, for about 2 more minutes before standing. I bid the trio goodbye before storming out of the large room.

I cried as I made my way out of the castle. I walked past the quidditch stadium and out the castle gates. I continued walking until I eventually made it to Hogsmeade. Because it was the beginning of the school day, at the beginning of the school year, the streets of Hogsmeade weren’t as full. Not many were skipping classes like I was doing.

The warm breeze, surrounding Hogsmeade, illuminated the delightful smells from all the food and drink shops in the area. There was a hint of a warm vanilla and butterscotch smell that reminded me a lot of butterbeer. It reminded me of all the nights Cedric and I spent talking until it was almost time for curfew. It still surprised me to this day how we never got caught, even when we were late.

The aroma of the village shifted into a nutty, yet chocolatey smell, mixed with peppermint. I imagined that the smells came from Honeydukes, where they sold mind-boggling candies… literally. They carried just your regular candies, but there was also a wizarding effect to some of them that were great for pranks. While the Weasley twins, Fred and George, openly expressed their love for pranks, Cedric and I meticulously planted candies that ranged from causing one to float to causing one's ears to emit a load of steam. Many believed it was just the Weasleys’ source of entertainment, but they never found the true culprits.

The more I walked through Hogsmeade, remembering all the fun times I had with Cedric, I realized that I’d never really been away from Cedric during the school year. We were always together. The only times we weren’t were if we had different classes and to go to sleep. But all the time we spent together allowed us to be kids and enjoy life. We got away with so much. Our time together was never boring, and I loved that. I never had the same connection that I have with Cedric with anyone else, and without him, life felt like a timeless loop of nothingness. Everything I once loved was contaminated with the nostalgia I got from being around Cedric for most of my life.

In the middle of Hogsmeade Square, my thoughts were silenced as my line of sight was directed at something that left me confuddled. There was a dog with shaggy dark fur, similar to my father’s, staring right at me. I turned thinking something was behind me, but when I turned back, the dog was still there. Knowing it got my attention, it began to walk into a little alleyway.

I furrowed my eyebrows, watching the dog disappear. It was strange. The dog looked almost familiar like I had seen it before. Right as I was about to start walking again, an arm came from behind the wall where the dog left to. They pointed to the alleyway as if they wanted me to follow.

I slowly approached the flower shop that was next to the alleyway. When I got a little closer to the arm I heard a distant voice say, “Psst. Y/N, over here.”

The voice was extremely familiar. Realizing how familiar the voice and dog sounded to me, I finally figured out who it was. “Dad?!” I spoke in a whisper-yell.

“Come here,” he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me into the alleyway. His grip on me was hard, and when he swung so fast, I felt as if I would hit the brick wall, next to him. I braced myself for impact but was instead met with my father’s chest. He pulled me into his arms, giving me a big hug. A blissful smile appeared on my face as I returned the hug, giving him a tight squeeze.

“Oh, I know it’s been a day, but I’ve missed you, Pumpkin,” he spoke into my hair before placing a kiss on my head.

“I missed you too, Dad. What are you doing here?” I asked, pulling away from the hug as I gave him a sideways glance.

He chuckled. “I was using my newfound freedom to catch up on all my favorite places as a child. Of course, I can’t go to Hogwarts, but as always, when all else fails, you go to Hogsmeade.”

“So you disguised yourself as a dog?” I questioned.

He stopped looking down at me with his mouth hung open. “Not everyone agrees with the ministry about my- wait. Why am I telling you this? You should be in class, young lady.” He tried to be stern with me, but instead, it made me laugh.

“Ah! Hahahaha! Dad, you’re so funny. You were the king of not doing as you told me, and now you’re judging me. Yeah, hilarious, Dad,” I laughed.

He paused, repeating everything in his head. He knew I was right. He had no right to judge me, but he also knew that something was wrong, because I never did the things he did at my age. But instead of saying that, he just left.

Confused, I followed. “Where are we going?” I asked, receiving no response from him. He led me to a shop named Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop. The building was made of stone with pink-painted windows, doors, and trims. The windows displayed tea cups and pots stacked on top of the window. In all honesty, the place looked calm, and besides all the pink, I believe that I could come around to making this a quiet little hangout.

We walked in and there were even more tea cups and pink-painted walls. It reminded me of what muggles had described their grandmother’s house to look like- if she were obsessed with collecting tea cups and China.

I was looking around when all of a sudden, someone snuck up on me and yelled out loud, “Hello!” I jumped, turning to face whoever was speaking. It was a small, pudgy woman in a green dress and a white apron wrapped around her waist. “Welcome to Madam Puddifoot’s. Can I interest you in a pot of Earl Grey?” She offered with a warm smile.

“Yes, please,” my father said, sitting down at the closest table. He kicked the chair, silently telling me to sit down. I obeyed, pulling the chair back and sitting down across from him.

My father placed his hand on top of mine. “Talk to me.” I bit my lip and gave my father a sad look before starting my story. I told him everything from the time I got on the train to everything that happened last night. As I talked, I watched as my father gave me a mean glare. It wasn’t meant to be pointed at me, as much as it was directed at Samantha and Cedric. He wanted to kill anyone who hurt his daughter, but he also knew that that wasn’t what I wanted.

“And when I-”

“Hold on,” He said, holding up his index finger to stop me from continuing. “These girls- they’ve been bullying you since your first year?” He asked. I nodded, silently answering his question before he continued. “What would make you believe that I wouldn’t want you to get your revenge. Do you even know your father? I was ready to kill a man last year. I literally had to be held back.”

I looked down at my tea cup with a smile. The teacup was almost as full as when I started drinking. I had yet to really have time to drink the tea because I was talking with my father. But I took extremely small sips every now and then. I stirred the cup with my hand before taking another small sip, this one slightly bigger than the last.

As I placed the cup back on the table, I shrugged, “I don’t know. I sometimes forget what it’s like to have you as a father. I’ve only ever known from what I see other dads do.

My dad frowns, but he covers it up with a smirk and a sly remark. “Well I’m not most dads, am I?” I let out a soft laugh while shaking my head at my father’s antics.

I knew he wasn’t like most dads. Hanging out with my dad over the summer was more like hanging out with your fun uncle, rather than your father, even before he was sent to Azkaban. My mother used to tell me about how I was the light in my father’s eye, making it hard for him to say “no” to me. And she was right. My father hardly disciplined me. He was carefree. That was until someone would mess with me. If you say something to me that I don’t like, best believe that Sirius Black or even Cleod will be there.

“If someone hits you, you hit them back.”

“I thought you can’t fight fire with fire,” I argued.

“Oh, please. That’s just something authority figures say to keep people from fighting back. What your doing is enabling them,” My father said, waving off the saying. “They will continue to pick fun at you until you show them you mean business.”

I listened carefully, still a little confused. Sure, I wanted to hurt Samantha the same way she hurt me, but it didn’t feel right. I never wished to harm anyone. But the feelings I got when I thought about setting Samantha’s stuff on fire opened my eyes to something darker within me. I looked down at my hands, watching as my fingers picked at the fingers on my other hand.

“I don’t know, Dad.”

My dad took my hands in his and pulled them apart. I looked up at him as he said, “You’re strong, just like your mother. You have her caring heart, also. I see a lot of your mother in you, but what you were describing earlier was me. Your letters of you and that boy, Cedric, who I’ll get to in a sec, show me that you have a hidden love for mischief, just as I had. You’re a kid. I want you to have that.”

I looked away from my father with a dark red blush on my cheeks and my lips sporting a smile. I thought back to the fun memories I had with my mother. The way she would stop what she was doing to cheer me up, or how we played hide-n-seek in the large forest behind our cottage. I missed my mother.

As my mind went back to her death, my smile slowly descended. Suddenly, it became harder to breathe. My eyes closed as I tried to focus on my breathing. I couldn’t see it, but I could imagine the concerned look on my father’s face. I heard a chair scoot across the floor and some shuffling before a pair of arms pulled me in for a hug.

“I miss her, Dad,” I cried.

My father pulled my head to his chest as his arms slowly rubbed my back. “I know. I do too, kiddo,” He said with a shaky breath. “You’ve lost so much. It’s okay to let it out,” he spoke in a comforting voice as I began to cry harder. My tears fell from my face and soaked into his sleeve.

“You know, I don’t blame you for telling that boy that you don’t want him to join that tournament.” He paused. “I can’t get mad at him either, because I did the same thing. Your mother warned me to not join the war against Voldemort, and look where it got me. One of my closest friends, who I trusted, betrayed me and killed my best friend. I ended up in Azkaban, and I couldn’t be there to protect you and your mother. I got mad at her for telling me not to join, but she was right. I wanted to protect the wizarding world so that you could grow up without the pain and suffering, but I guess that would have been inevitable. Sometimes I think to myself, what would really happen if I didn’t join. I think your mother, James, Lily, and a boatload of more people would still be alive. It was my job to be the secret keeper, but I knew it wasn’t right…”

We released from the hug, allowing me to look up at my father with a sad smile. I wiped my tears and listened. “I think that there would have been a lot more deaths if you weren’t there. You sacrificed so much, but you still fought hard. Without you, we would have never learned that there was a rat on the team. Literally. The war isn’t over, and all we can do is fight.”

“Yes, I definitely agree with you. We should fight for what we believe in. So why are you giving up?”

Now I’m confused.

“What?” I asked, giving my father a questioning look.

“Your best friend is about to fight a battle alone. Even though I was mad that your mother didn’t want me to fight, we still stood by each other’s side. Cedric wants to risk his life, let him risk it knowing that he still has someone at his side. Don’t let him go through it alone, even if you have different ideas on something.”

My father’s words were surprisingly inspirational. Was I really just going to give up on Cedric. Could 6 years of friendship really go down the drain that easily? No. I could never leave Cedric. He’s never left me, and now it’s my turn to walk alongside him.

A bright smile appeared before I excitedly jumped out of my chair. I pulled my father into a quick hug, mumbling a small “thank you” into his ear before running out of the small tea shop, and away from Hogsmeade.

I have a friendship to save.

A/N: This took way too long to write, but it's actually one of my longest stories to write. I honestly don't know where I am going with this, but I do know that Samantha is only here to build the reader's character for what's going to happen in the 2nd part of this mini-series. But anyway, I hope you guys liked this, and I wish you all a bright and beautiful day. ❤️

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khushireadsandrambles · 2 months

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Promise

Pairing: Ray Kon x Mariah Wong/Mao Chen

Note: So for my dear followers and members of Bakuten Shoot Fandom, here is my ReiMao Oneshot and a snippet from my book "The End is Nigh"

Mariah was sitting at a hilltop, her eyes glimmering with tears as she rubbed her eyes again and again. She loved Ray. She loved him so much that it hurt her heart. But she had also promised herself one thing- that she will never come between Ray and his dreams. How can she be a good lover if she will bind Ray to her? Love isn't a bondage, its a bond that opens up the whole sky to fly freely. If Ray wanted to fly, who was she to stop him? Yes, it worried and hurt her heart that maybe, he will fall in love with someone else.

She scoffed. Of course, why would he love her? She was a reminder of the village anyways, just a village girl, nothing else. She would want someone with an open mind and modern thinking. She was a naive village girl, she wasn't even beautiful! He definitely won't love her-

"Mao?"

Whipping her head, she cursed in her mind when she saw Ray, and felt the tear marks on her cheeks. Frantically getting up she wiped them and turned to look at him with a smile. "Ray! You didn't leave?" She faked her happiness.

"Mao, what happened? You didn't even came to see me off. Are you hurt that I'm leaving?" Ray asked with concern lacing his voice, his eyes swirling with sadness and worry for the pink haired friend of his.

A Friend for whom he had feelings.

It wasn't long that he had figured it out. But when few months back The White Tigers and Blitzkrieg Boys arrived at same time at Tyson's Dojo- which was disastrously hilarious time of their life- he had been watching Mariah nearly tearing Kevin, Daichi and Ian in new one after the three had pranked Kenny and messed with his Laptop.

Surprisingly it was Tala who had pointed it out, just smirking and saying, "I didn't knew you liked pink." And when he asked how Tala knew his feelings, it was Bryan who snorted on his vodka and said, "It is so obvious that you love your pink haired Kitty." And that had made Ray blush, leading into the two taking it as their right to tease him about it at every point.

And ever since then, the pink haired girl of his own village had taken her heart. Maybe his heart was never with himself in first place, maybe she had it always.

"Oh it's nothing Ray, I just wanted some time alone." Mariah said and looked away, tucking a hair lock behind her ear. Something she did when she was nervous.

"Mao.." Ray held her elbow and turned her towards him. "You are lying. What is it? Tell me." Ray demanded, his golden eyes glinting in sun. Mariah felt her breath shortening. Ray looked like the very White Tiger, Baihu, the Protector of their clan. Be it his fair skin or those Golden eyes he—

Her eyes widened, and she gasped internally.

In the hazy midst of a dream, there stood a figure of enchanting allure. Adorned in the resplendent attire of an ancient Chinese dress, his long hair cascaded like liquid midnight, softly swaying in the ethereal breeze. His Zhishen robe, a pristine canvas of white, bore intricate designs in shimmering gold, each motif dancing in harmony with his every movement. Atop his noble brow rested the majestic Mianguan crown, a symbol of sovereignty and wisdom. Amidst the misty veil of slumber, he stood as a vision of regal elegance, a fleeting embodiment of grace and kindness, giving her a slow smile despite her being unable to see his face.

"Mao?" Ray's eyes widened in worry when he saw Mariah's tears flowing. "Mao!" He shook her worriedly and Mariah blinked, wiping her tears. What did she do? Did she zone out? Whom did she saw? Why was the person in her vision eerily similar to Ray? Why was she feeling this sudden urge to cry and hold Ray?

"I-I'm fine Ray!" Mariah choked out and Ray looked at her with a frown. "You are crying Mari—" "You want to know why I didn't came to see you off, right?" "What?" Ray was stumped by sudden question, thrown off guard.

Mariah took a deep breath and said, "You want to know why I didn't come to see you off, right??" She repeated, a tear rolling down her cheek. Ray widened his eyes, and his hand reached up, wiping the single tear that rolled down. "Yes, I do.." He said softly, cupping her cheeks.

Mariah gulped and took a daring step ahead, their chests now touching as her pink glove clad palms enclosed around Ray's black gloved ones. "Ray... Can I ask you something?" She whispered softly and Ray nodded gently. "Do you.. Do you love me?" She asked. She knew very well that Ray was aware of her feelings for him. Her feelings that never extinguished, despite him having left village. Lee always berated her for loving Ray before they made up, but she brushed it off and stood on her ground.

Ray was caught off guard as his breath got stuck in his throat, no words coming out for a while. He stood there silently, holding Mariah's cheek as his white eyes stared in her eyes, which were wavering. Mariah felt her confidence shatter and she tried to take a step back, but Ray's firm hold on her face prevented her to do so. Ray smiled softly and gently caressed her cheekbones with his thumb and peered in her golden eyes.

"Mao... I'm not a fan of Words. I would like to do the action." He smiled softly and tilted her head up, closing his eyes and pressing his lips against hers. Mariah felt her knees buckle as her tears flew rapidly, and she hurriedly wrapped her arms across his neck and his sturdy arms fell around her small waist, pulling her flush against him as he kissed her more deeply, savouring the taste if strawberry on her lips. He tilted his head for more access and kissed her more deeply, nipping at her lower lip with his sharp teeth.

Mariah let out a yelp at that, and Ray broke their kiss, adjoining their foreheads together as sun shone brightly over them, casting a lovely scenery around them. "I hope you know now..." He breathed out softly, smiling at her lovingly. Mariah nodded rapidly, her tears flowing more and more. "Mao, I promise you. I will return. And when I return.." He took out his Beyblade, and caressed the bitchip of Driger. "I will marry you.." He smiled softly.

Mariah let out a loud teary cry, and lunges forward. Ray yelled in surprise as he felt himself going off balance and he fell on his back, only for Mariah's lips to contact his in a sweet kiss. "I'm yours, Rei." Mariah mumbled shyly between their kiss, and he hugged her tightly, taking off her head scarf in process. "Ray!" Mariah gasped and tried taking her scarf back.

"Nuh-uh!" Ray shook his head and held her scarf up. "It's your token, I want you stronger than ever and face me in Tournament, okay?" He asked softly and her cheeks turned red as she nodded, and slowly laid her head on his chest, listening to his soothing heartbeat.

"I love you Ray.."

"I love you as well, My Little Mao.."

I wanted it to turn out more beautiful and aesthetic but well ig that's the level if romance I can write—

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blizzardstarx · 27 days

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heres my favorite clay sculptures ive done showcase @send-me-a-puffalope !!!

i wont go into detail about the catnessa sculpture since i already talked about it in like three posts 😭😭

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The top left one is a sculpture of my favorite hero and main in Mobile Legends: Bang Bang (yeah…. i play it once in a while) Barats (and his dino Detona)!! It’s of his Toy Rex skin, I love him so much <3 I didnt make his rockets though

i also made this drawing in 2022 of my favorite Barats skin which is also my profile pic in mlbb

the octopus and nine-tailed fox were made around the same time when i had an art teacher

i love them <3 the ninetailed fox is kinda wonky haha

it had my deadname underneath but yea probably early 2019

these two are foxes i think? or wolves, the silver one’s name is… Silver (i think) (very original i know) and i forgot the white one’s name, probably Snow or some shit 😭

there was another one, a golden-brown one with a red bandanna but idk where he went and his head got decapitated, his name was Lucky i think??? i did NOT know how to name things, also he was like the leader of their group 😭😭

i used to like. play with them and make up a whole storyline

they were created in 2019 as well

my crocodile!!! probably my most favorite sculpture, made last year!!

fun fact:

My Tyrunt sculpture was made in 2019 actually, I misremembered on my other post

my dragon that I made in 2021 or 2022!! i hated painting them but i love how its so light because i made it out of armature wire wrapped in tinfoil on the meaty parts and covered it in clay, very easy to transport, its lighter than the catnessa sculpture

also funny thing is that i finished painting it (gave up and just called it a day) last year around the time as i made the croc because i gave up on painting it all in 2022, the bottom was mostly white because i didnt paint it, the eyes i gave up on, etc

its kinda like an icewing from wof with its spikes, but i just created a regular ol european dragon

and finally the dragon something pot pet (i forgot the name but we had to make one) i made in third grade 💀

dont make fun of him guys 😭😭 at least you can put water into his mouth and itll go into the pot thingy

its really bad but i love him

Honorable mentions:

Harith Lightborn Skin from MLBB 😭😭😭 WE DONT TALK ABOUT HIM. HE DOESNT EVEN LOOK LIKE HIM

also he used to have keys but they broke off

also idk how he even stands, his weight is purely on his cloak, which is also really shittily made

this tiger (her favorite animal) i made for my friend as a gift last year

dont ask me why i decided to make the stripes like that

ALSO TOEBEANS <3

i also made another croc that was a copy of the one earlier but smaller for my other friend cause she wanted one but i never took a picture

#blizz’s nonsense #blizz's art #clay sculpting #clay art #barats mlbb #tyrunt #pokemon #harith mlbb #mlbb art #im never gonna paint barats 😭 but maybe the croc #i just realized one of the octopus’ legs are gone.#im gonna kms 😭😭😭#i love barats. barats is my child #and detona <3333 #also im never gonna properly finish the dragon

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yours-truly-henry-jekyll · 11 months

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Dead Gay Wizards Headcanons. Part 1: Barty Crouch Jr

First of all, to hell with JKR. All my friends hate JKR. Our fandom is a diverse and tolerant place for Merlin's sake.

1. Intellectually precocious (learnt to read when he was about 3 years old), reads everything he can lay his hands on, so naturally very dirty-minded since much earlier than anyone else. Besides both lit and science are perfect for secretly name calling everyone around

2. As a child had to learn to play some classy musical instrument (I am not settled on violin vs piano yet). Still salty about not getting to play the guitar

3. Probably has impostor syndrome and completely ruined self-confidence because of his father's attitude towards him

4. Was actually all prim-and-proper until like year 4 or 5 of Hogwarts then snapped so hard the hell broke loose and we got the human catastrophe we know him to be. Still kind of apprehensive with swear words as he thinks he can possibly be overheard

5. "Help you with homework? Maybe I could, but bold of you to assume that I remember what the hell was our assignment"

6. Kins Mick Travis and Amadeus as in rock opera( I am more than sure he called Regulus or Snape "his Salieri" at least once) also maaaybe both Paul Jr and Florence Dombey from "Dombey and son"

7. Did a shit ton of insane, dangerous and questionable things purely on a bet or out of spite. Also greatly extended the list of things forbidden in Hogwarts because everything not explicitly forbidden is technically allowed and Barty would use every loophole to do crazy shit and go scot-free

8. Needs glasses (eyesight deteriorated because of too much studying) but he would rather subject himself to crucio or killing curse than admit he needs them. Why? Cause glasses for him are a part of the "prim-and-proper, people-pleasing golden child" image he wants to utterly demolish

9. Last but VERY not least. I do not really get the Italian headcanon for my bbg. Like where did it even come from? I personally ever since getting a bit more in Marauders fandom hc'ed him as being of East Asian (and more specifically Chinese) descent.

The whole thing with emotional negligence mixed with academic pressure, some really glorious study results and screwed mental health just screams so called "tiger parenting" to me (source: personal experience with author's own Asian family). And OK, not to go fully against the already established fanon he still has some Italian roots as "the family legend". And because of the films I also think he has some Scottish ancestry

#marauders era #marauders #slytherin skittles #dead gay wizards #barty crouch jr #headcanon ramblings #italian barty crouch jr #scottish headcanon is here only because of the films #barty is asian and you can subject me to crucio #not that i am not projecting anything here #also he def has ADHD #and he's the chaotic academia incarnate #the next post would most likely be dedicated to pandora and what her maiden name is

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Hi 💖 so last weekend I went on a trip to Germany with my beautiful mutuals and my gf and OBVIOUSLY we had to check if they had any energy drinks we hadn't tried yet. They had SO MANY. Brands we had never heard of before! Disgusting flavours! Beautiful packagings! For a couple of days, we had it all.

Here is us trying to fit everything in our bags. So I'll be doing these rapid fire because I have so many of them. Here are the first 6:

Booster Original Energy Drink XXL: A beautiful proposition. The packaging immediately caught my eye, it looks like a can of washing powder, it looks like Vanish Oxi Action, it looks like detergent. I love it! The taste is nothing surprising but a very nice take on the classic energy drink favour. The price-performance ratio is great, this was 79cents!! Germany!!! 4/5 stars, would definitely buy again if it was readily available. A staple.

Gönrgy Blueberry Coconut: First of all the name sucks. Right under the name it says "G stands for Gönnen" which is?? If you have to literally spell out what the name of your brand refers to, it sounds like you aren't off to a great start?? It also sounds stupid. The packaging looks like they were going for something different, trying to reach a new audience, but this just is not swag. Yeah the colour is nice, but it doesn't make up for the fact that the flavour is terrible, blueberry does NOT pair well with coconut, and the both of them obviously pair terribly with the energy drink flavour. The whole thing tasted like soap, the blueberry was barely there, and this was a very rare DNF for us. 0/5 stars, an epic fail.

Flying Power X-Treme Watermelon: nothing to write home about. It wasn't bad, but didn't taste of watermelon at all, and considering Monster and Rockstar both already offer decent watermelon flavours, you can't just stand there and offer nothing new to the game. The ingredients revealed it was mostly concentrated apple flavoured, which explains a lot. 2.5/5 stars, already forgot about it.

dm's Sportness BCAA Drink: a scam. I mean it was good, and tasted like lime lemonade, but it really looked like an actual energy drink but it actually didn't contain any taurine 😭 I feel betrayed. It still gave us plenty of B6 and Niacin, which is always nice. 3/5 stars, thanks for trying.

(you will notice a Flying Power Zero in the background, I won't review it because after trying it we're suspecting it to be the exact same recipe as the Golden Force but with another name and packaging 🙄)

Black Cat Energy Drink: An absolute slay. First of all I love when they have to find new alpha male animals to use for new brands since bull, tiger, rhino, gorilla, dragon and scorpio are already taken. This drink is the absolute winner of our German selection so far. No stupid novelty flavour, no crazy over the top carbonation experiences, just a beautiful energy drink flavour, perfectly executed. Perfect sweet to sour ratio, perfect carbonation, beautiful can. This drink has what every energy drink wants. It's an instant classic for me. It's got a ridiculous amount of B12, B6, B5 and Niacin, it's got a black cat on it, it's sexy, it's a winner's drink. To me, it's up there with the Rockstar Energy Original. If I was German, this would be my daily routine. 5/5 stars, a true alpha male drink for the whole family.

And that's it for now! 💪💯🚀 the grind never stops!

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lurkinglurkerwholurks · 3 months

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Why Should a Star, a Star Ever Be Afraid of the Dark

First posted: May 17, 2019

Focuses on: Peter Parker and Morgan Stark (MCU)

Tier: Low, so low, so unappreciated

This is my “behind the scenes” series where I indulge myself horribly by annotating my fics. Link to the fic itself above. Thoughts below the cut.

Ah, another unexpected MCU fic that burst out of my chest through the force of my post-Endgame emotions. Since it's not my primary fandom and I posted in a time where much much larger writers were also saying things, it got next to no attention, then or now. That's okay. I'm still glad I wrote it.

Peter bit his bottom lip as he traced the metal leg of the Imperial Walker, extending the line of grey from the box shape of the body down to where the snow would be. Maybe he shouldn’t have picked the Battle of Hoth as his muse. A snow battle on white paper was boring. He paused, frowned, and set the paper aside.

It's funny, writing fic with well-known characters, because you want to get them right. But there are so many ways to perceive a character, especially one that's been portrayed and analyzed so many different ways, so it often comes down less to what makes logical, concrete sense and more about what just feels right. Even this opening was a lot of mentally flipping through a bunch of different options until I found one that felt right for Peter. I also think Calvin and Hobbes did a similar joke with a drawing of a tiger hiding in snow or something. Call it an homage.

Peter was still getting used to Morgan, to everything like her that proved that life had gone on while he had been… away. One minute, he’d been a regular kid punching aliens in space, and the next, it was five years later. Five whole years. And there were people like Morgan who hadn’t existed when he’d closed his eyes but were suddenly here, sparkly princess tiara on her head and a tiny Ready to Rock t-shirt stained with what looked like a smear of goldfish crackers.

MCU really really failed when it came to the ramifications of the Snap. Such a travesty.

“See?” she had said, swinging her bare toes over the surface of the lake. “It’s better with your shoes off.” Peter had taken off his shoes, and they had sat there together, watching the air slowly thicken with gnats and then mosquitoes as the sun dipped lower and lower and turned the lake golden. She had been right about the shoes.

I forgot how much I liked this fic.

“Cheering,” Morgan said matter-of-factly. “That’s Mommy and Happy and Uncle Rhodey and you and Amanda and Maddox and Mr. Lu and Mrs. Iye and—“

It's fun naming incidental characters. Sometimes you get to slip friends in. Just for fun.

For every happy story about a family reunited, there was another about people returning only to find out that their loved ones had moved on or died. Weddings were still a thing after the Snap. So were babies. And car accidents and relocations and cancer and birthdays. Life went on. Death went on, too.

MCU BIT IT. JUST UTTERLY TANKED IT.

The crayon snapped in Peter’s hand, a tiny crack of Fern.

I had to google green crayon colors.

This was a good little fic. Next to no attention, but again, that's okay. I think I wrote a good kid Morgan who isn't too cutesy, a decent Peter, and a tolerable little look at grief. Yay me.

#fanfic bts brain dump #peter parker #morgan stark #mcu #fanfic

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sir-squibbly · 2 months

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Big Bug Appreciation Post! (1/2)

For anyone who’s been on my blog, or has interacted with me, it’s no surprise I’m a bug enthusiast. But I don’t think I’ve ever made an official bug appreciation post, and there are a lot of bugs in my state that I think are super neat, so I wanted to briefly talk about them here. Not all of them will be insects though.

Unfortunately, I won’t be putting in any isopods or roaches because my state doesn’t have a whole lot of those guys that I would consider “particularly special.” But just note that I do appreciate isopods and roaches, and think that they have a great impact on their natural environments.

Anyway, onto the bugs!

Blue-Winged Wasp

These babes usually hang out in the dog fennel near my yard, and I think they’re very pretty wasps. Their wings are an iridescent blue (hence the name), and their yellow spots are quite cute. They're also relatively chill, so you can stand pretty close to them and they wouldn’t care.

2. Common Paper Wasp

They’re everywhere, but I’d be lying if I said they weren’t pretty either. I think that they have a really neat color palette and super cool pattern to them. I’ve had personal experience with them, and I’ve always made sure that when I went on my balcony, that I didn’t present as a threat to them. Overall, I enjoyed sitting with these pretty critters.

3. Giant Leopard Moth

They look like snow leopards! Ironically enough, similar to how snow leopards are closely related to tigers, leopard moths are closely related to tiger moths (in fact, they’re in the same family). I raised one of these guys. His name was Napoleon, and he was the fanciest little guy 🩵.

4. Amber Snail

It’s usually stated online that amber snails are a pretty rare species. So I think it was pretty neat how I once found five or six on my mom’s calla lilies. They’re very tiny and very adorable, ‘nuff said.

5. Golden Sill Orb Weaver

A huge species of orb weaver that I think is absolutely gorgeous. These gals can get big, and I mean BIG. But no matter the size, it’s always a treat to see them during walks into the woods.

6. Agapostemon Sweat Bee

Agapostemon is actually just a genus of sweat bee, and I’ve personally come across at least two species. All I really need to say about these guys is that they’re metallic green bees, and the ones that live near my house are surprisingly mega chill (I still wouldn’t hold one tho lol).

7. Bee Fly

Maybe not as cute as their Japanese relatives, but they’re still whimsical little fairy creatures that I would absolutely pet in a heartbeat (if given the chance).

8. Flatback Millipede

I just wanted to bring up how metal I think these guys are. 10/10, absolutely fire little guys 🔥🔥🔥.

9. Eastern Pondhawk

They’re everywhere in the local pond and I love them. They’re one of my favorite examples of dimorphism because of how cool the females look (they’re the green ones). But sometimes it can be hard to distinguish a male and a female because younger males are more green. Still, they’re cool bugs.

10. Violet Dancer

In my opinion, one of the prettiest species of damselflies. I’ve encountered one of these before (at a swamp). They’re just as vibrant as in the pictures 💜.

11. Ebony Jewelwing

Another beautiful damselfly! This time, on a larger scale. These can also be found in swamps, and their metallic green color is super cool.

12. Swallowtails (Just in General)

(Pipevine Swallowtail in the picture)

Swallowtails are my state’s official butterfly, and the reason for that is pretty simple: They’re literally everywhere. The most common is the Eastern Tiger, but there are other species, such as: The Black Swallowtail, Zebra Swallowtail, Pipevine Swallowtail, and probably even more. Another neat thing about them is that they’re in the same family as the world’s largest butterfly species: The Queen Alexandra’s Birdwing. So there’s some fun lil trivia for ya 👍.

13. Golden Northern Bumblebee

They’re very friend-shaped, and also very big. In fact, some of them can get bigger than carpenter bees. They don’t visit very often, but I really like them.

14. Variegated Fritillary

A very close relative of the gulf fritillary. In fact, I found caterpillars of both species eating passion vine together.

You can usually tell them apart pretty easily since Variegated caterpillars are lined with white dots. Also, fun fact: Their spines are non-stinging and completely harmless in general.

15. Larger Elm Leaf Beetle

Super friend-shaped, and extremely lightweight (you will barely feel them on your hand). They're pretty easy to handle since they’re very docile. But they’re considered pests to certain plants, so they’re not very liked by gardeners.

16. Golden Tortoise Beetle

Also friend-shaped, but very tiny and super skittish. One really interesting thing about them is that their larvae use their own feces as a shield. So, yeah, that’s a thing that they do.

17. Imperial Moth

A close relative of the Luna Moth (they’re in the same family). They might not be the most extravagant moths, but they have a rustic charm to them, and they remind me of bananas. Also, they’re fluffy, so they’re automatically cute.

18. Pink-Striped Oakworm Moth

A much smaller relative of the Luna Moth (also in the same family). These babes are nocturnal and absolutely adorable.

19. Antlion

Despite being shaped like a damselfly, these fellas are more closely related to lacewings and mantidflies. You may recognize their name, and that’s because the most notable thing about antlions is their larvae (also called “doodlebugs”).

Y’know, these silly lil guys. The ones that make pit traps to eat their favorite food: Ants. They're funky. I love them.

20. Spring Fishfly

I just think they’re cool. They come from water.

21. Woolly Apple Aphid

Adorable, fluffy, whimsical fairy creatures. I had the pleasure of holding one once. You can’t even feel them on your finger.

22. Red Velvet Ant/ Cow Killer

Despite her name, she’s not actually an ant. She’s a type of wasp in the family Mutilidae, where females are wingless. These wasps (specifically the males) are called “cow killers” because of a myth that said their stings were so powerful, they could kill a cow. This isn’t true tho.

23. Crane Fly

They look like giant mosquitoes, but fear not! They won’t hurt you! In fact, one of their nicknames is “mosquito eater.” But they don’t actually eat mosquitoes. At least, the adults don’t. They don’t even have the proper mouthparts to do that. Instead, Crane Flies feed on nectar, which makes them minor pollinators. So while they can get everywhere once they spawn, they’re not actually that big of a problem. And they’re super frail, so please be gentle if you want to hold them🤎.

24. Two-Spotted Longhorn Bee

Absolutely adorable! They don’t visit very often, but when they do, they like to visit the sage in the garden. I usually find them frequently the same plants as the Leafcutter bees.

25. Giant Water Bug

One of the coolest dudes ever. You’ll always find them anywhere wet, but please know that they can get BIG. They won’t charge after you, but they will bite if they feel threatened, and it will hurt. I’ve encountered these funky guys before, and I just admire them from a good distance.

26. Promachus Robber Flies

Promachus is also just a genus of robber fly (I don’t know how many species live in my state tho). I just think they look cool. And they’re good for pest control 👍.

27. Common Checkered Skipper

Cute little babies that are slightly blue. I have one in my bug collection.

28. Long-Tailed Skipper

Another cute little baby. And also blue! These things are pretty common in the garden, and I’m always happy to see them.

Reached the image count limit. I’ll post the second part in a bit.

#bugs #bugblr #bug appreciation #butterflies #beetles #moths #millipedes #orb weavers #damselflies #dragonflies #crane flies #bees #wasps #antlions #water bugs #aphids

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Y/N wanted a pet, what would the aot casts adopt?

OKAY BUT I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS—

What pets would the AOT characters get with you:

Eren:

Okay so actually I don’t think that Eren would like the idea of pets!

Putting a free animal in a “cage” (even if that cage is just your house), collaring it, only feeding it a certain type of food, it all rubs him the wrong way.

I think the closest he would get to being okay with a pet would be having an indoor/outdoor cat. Having a little cat door so it could come and go as it pleased, and it can go hunting for its own food if it doesn’t want its cat food you buy. Treating the kitty more like a roommate/friend than a pet! I also think he would name it something stereotypical like “Tiger”

Mikasa:

Hear me out: fish.

I think she’d LOVE having a little aquarium!! Going out and picking each fish with you, naming them with you, decorating the tank with you,,,, she’d LOVE it omg

Would call you in the middle of the day sometimes like “so the clownfish are NOT getting along 😣” sends you videos of the fish swimming around, loves just watching them. You two like coming up with little personalities and making up fish tank drama. The 104th LOVE hearing out it lmao. She’d INSIST on you being the one to name them because she says she isn’t creative 🙁

Armin:

I think he’d be cool with any pet you wanted, but if you asked him what pet he wants, I think he might enjoy having a bunny! He likes cute things!!

+ I used to have this really cute bunny, but he was like absurdly grumpy all the time. So imagining Armin with this grumpy little bunny is SO funny

Just him being like, “um yeah, you can hold it. But he does bite sometimes. And kick. No, he doesn’t stop glaring 😥”

He would probably name it after a book character or a famous philosopher!

Sasha:

She’s a hamster girl. She LOVES watching it fill its little cheeks up with food. If she had to be any animal in the whole world she’d be a hamster.

She finds the BEST toys and wheels for it, has a whole dedicated hamster room in your house 😅 lowkey might become a hamster tiktoker. Be prepared for her to call you in a panic every time she thinks something is wrong though

“YOU NEED TO COME HOME, I DONT KNOW IF HAMMY IS DEAD OR HIBERNATING AND IM GOING TO HAVE A BREAKDOWN!!!!”

Jean:

Okay I think Jean is the dad stereotype where he acts like he hates the pet and doesn’t want it but then like a week later he is obsessed with it,,,

So imagine: you tell Jean that you kind of want to expand your little family by getting a pet, and he says no, that he’s uncomfortable with the amount of responsibility having a pet requires. You respect him obviously, even if you’re disappointed.

Then one day it’s raining really heavily and he hasn’t come home from work yet, so you start getting worried. But then he walks in the door soaking wet, clutching something to his chest. He leans foreword showing you that it’s a little dog-

“I think it got hit by a car”

So the two of you nurse it back to heath together, and you take it to the vet to see if it has an owner, it does but they don’t want it. So now you and Jean have a little dog.

The dog loves you obviously,, but it LOVES Jean, you think it must realize that he saved its life 🥺

Jean acts like he doesn’t like the clinginess of the dog at first,, but give it like a week and the two will literally be inseparable 😭

Connie:

Okay you already know he’s a dog guy.

He wants a big dog he can run around with and play. A dog that will match his energy,, but is also good with kids because he definitely wants kids one day. So like a Golden Retriever or a German Shepherd!!

I don’t even think that you have to bring up wanting a pet, I think he would bring it to you first 😭

And MAN does he love that dog 🥺 they go on runs every day, and he can literally spend hours playing fetch with him and teaching him tricks

(Buys himself a “dog dad” t-shirt 🗿)

Historia:

Okay so hear me out, I think she’d get a Gecko.

You tell her you want to get a pet and she is like “oh, that’s a great idea!!” So you guys go to a shelter with every intention of getting somthing fluffy, but she just so happens to see someone surrendering their Leopard Gecko. It was really small, looked kinda sick, and the tail had fallen off. Like it was very much not doing good. And she had to take it.

You guys some home with it (and with medicine from the vet) and she’s immediately googling Leopard Geckos. In like a few hours she’s an expert, and knows exactly what supplies she needs.

She nurses it back to heath almost all by herself with little help from you (even though you wanted to help, she wanted to save the gecko herself). When the tail started growing back she SOBBED in your arms.

Hange:

They totally like snakes right?? Like I can see them collecting the shed skins and putting them in resin. I also think they’d like ferrets!!!! Just curious little guys who have a ton of energy?? They would def have snakes and ferrets‼️‼️‼️‼️ If you guys get ferrets though Levi refuses to be in the same room as them because ferrets are stinky lmao

Levi:

He’s a cat guy 💯 at first he wouldn’t want a pet because animals are dirty but he’ll eventually come around to the idea. Cats clean themselves and they don’t need too much attention and are independent, so I think he’d respect them. If you see him up in the early morning drinking tea and petting the cat, he’ll deny it 🫢

If anyone wants more of this lemme know 😤❤️

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This is madness

Hear me out, this was what my head canon was for new Willy Wonka:

Willy Wonka is played by Ben Affleck

Ever since he inherited the factory from the previous 'Willy Wonka' he has been on a downward spiral of hell. Trying to get a new 'Willy Wonka' to take his place is impossible in this modern era because children suck, and each year he attempts a 'golden ticket' tour to the factory in hopes that one day he can fucking retire by finding the perfect child to con into taking on the business.

Harrison Ford is Charlie's grandpa.

I don't remember Grandpa's name, so we're going with Grandpa Ford.

~Charlie has no other grandparents because they're all divorced or dead.

~Charlie (I don't know child actors so pick whatever you want) sometimes visits Grandpa Ford but not super often which spurs Grandpa Ford to want to plan a fun trip to bond with his grandson.

~Grandpa Ford thinks the Willy Wonka Chocolate Factory is super cool and so he keeps buying candy bars until he gets the Golden Ticket.

~Scene where Ford is like 'Charlie, look, we get to go to the Chocolate Factory!' but Charlie is on his iPad screaming about Roblox. By the time Charlie hears him, he's like 'Grandpa, that's so unkewl, why the heck would I want to go to a factory? Can't you just give me money for Robucks?" (Is that what it's called? Lol)

~Charlie is forced to go

~WonkaFleck has everyone sign papers. There is at least 1 parent who is trying to read through it all, but their child is throwing a tantrum so they end up saying 'fuck it' and signing it.

~The whole group of odd people have their mini solo scenes including:

-Kid who is allergic to Blue Dye 4000 and like, totally eats something very artificially blue because their parent is too busy on dating apps to pay attention. This kid doesn't make it far. They balloon up so much kid would need like, 20 epipens or something. WonkaFleck like 'not my problem you signed the papers saying you would be responsible for your own actions here'

~Kid who literally touches everything. EVERYTHING. EVERY. THING. You? Touched. Food? Touched. Machine? Touched. WonkaFleck gets kind of rage-y and tells this kid 'NO. STOP.' But kid's mom is a tiger mom and she jumps in and rips into Wonka about "we do not use the word 'no' in our household" and "how dare he think he can parent her child?" They do not last.

~One kid who stands uncomfortably close to people and stares. STARING. And everytime you try to speak to them they don't talk back, they just stare harder. Unblinking. WonkaFleck does not think he can withstand that level of terror in his life, so when the lights flick off (which is actually quite common in this facility) he boots the child into a candy flattener and we all know where that's going.

~We discover that Grandpa Ford is incredibly useful in the tour because he is one of the few people who can read things in cursive.

~At least 5-10 of the kids go around with phones and ipads taking FaceTimes of all the trade secrets and business practices.

~Wonkafleck trying to stop them by putting a ban on electronics, but they don't listen or they steal back their phones/items and their parents are like 'lol kids will be kids, am I right?'

~Grandpa Ford is at least respectable and had forced Charlie NOT to bring any electronics on the trip. The child cries like, 99/100 times the other kids have their electronics out, though.

~Wonkafleck finally destroys all electronics in one of his many rooms of weird shit.

~Grandpa Ford is incredibly good at storytelling, conversing, and trying to help resolve the problems of the children even though their problems are incredibly petty. Wonkafleck is undeniably sad that Grandpa Ford is pushing 90s or he would have forced him to take over the factory.

~Oompa loompas are actually regular people just wearing bright orange haz vests because gotta practice safety, yo

~But also they realize the factory is like, 4 million degrees in some spots and WonkaFleck is like 'sorry, this is a big place, I can't afford air in here'

~Also one room a chocolate "water tower" breaks because of these bad safety protocols and takes out half the tourist group but WonkaFleck is like 'do I look like I give a damn?'

~Grandpa Ford and Charlie do get into a little trouble by taking some candy, but it's because Grandpa Ford wants to 'take a little piece with him' to remember the trip by. Charlie just like 'uh huh, okay grandpa.' Doesn't question it.

~By the end, everyone be dead but Charlie and Grandpa Ford. But Wonkafleck is like 'you guys stole shit.'

~Charlie, realizing he means the candy, takes it out of his pocket and gives it back to Wonkafleck and is like 'here you go, mister.'

~Wonkafleck, totally moved by the fact that this child did something respectable, decides this is it. This might be the child to take over the helm of the factory. He's like "Charlie, since you were honest I'm going to give you a wonderful deal. Take this factory from me. You can inherit everything."

~Grandpa Ford like "oh wow, factory" totes bamboozled

~Charlie like, "No thanks, mister, I don't want it."

~Wonkafleck, almost loses his shit, barely holding on by a thread, is like "what you mean you don't want this factory???"

~Charlie says "I don't really like candy. I like energy drinks. And Robucks."

~Everyone is like 'flmlenwgngegbagbwgeljage'

~Grandpa Ford says, "Charlie, you can buy those things with the money you make from the factory."

~Charlie gives grandpa a weird look. "Why would I want to work for money when I can just ask for it??"

~Wonkafleck woes his fucking life. He rages a bit, then motherfuckin' skips outta the scene and jumps into a hot air balloon to reach the highest peak of the city so he can scream for all eternity.

~The End

What I actually thought after I saw the real trailer for Willy Wonka:

Wow I am totally off, lol.

#Willy Wonka #Wonka Movie #Willy Wonka 2023 #storytime #Ben Affleck #Harrison Ford #charlie and the chocolate factory #Weird fan story #if I were a filmmaker #But like all the worst plot #Me making bad predictions without seeing anything #children being children #I should get off the internet more #sorry not sorry #so if you've seen the movie did I hit any points HAHA #I'll stop

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troutfur · 5 months

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Sknce you're in need of more female character promots: I'm on a weird Frostfur kick and would kill for a piece from your frost/lion/tiger/golden polycule au with her feelings, particularly after book 5 when Tiger has maimed 2 of her daughters and killed her sister.

I also have a prompt involving Goldenflower in the askbox that would go really, really well as a companion piece to this one. So I'll be trying to tackle these two to finish up days 19 and 20. I do best with talky fics so I'm gonna need her to be there to provide a back and forth. And it's a good way to add some tension and exposit a bit about the things going on with the pfurr dynamic concept that make this one so fascinating.

(Want a chance at having your prompt picked for one of the last 10 days we have of November? Check out my guidelines and submit it. The more I have to pick from the better.)

Even outside the medicine den Frostfur could still smell the distinctive tang of blood. It clung to the insides of her nostrils like a tick to an elder’s fur. And in every moment that she couldn’t see to her daughter it bit, it bit without any chance for her to lodge it out.

She’d seen how her children had reacted, Brackenfur, Thornpaw, and even Cinderpelt barred by Yellowfrang from disturbing her, from spending their every waking moment observing, fretting, getting in the way of the delicate care Brightpaw required right now. She had to be firm with her now adult children, make them control the immense grief they felt for their sister (and their brother, Frostfur thought, they did afterall grew up with him as one), set the example even though she desperately wanted to give in to the same impulse as they were feeling.

Yellowfang updated them daily and Fireheart continued to brief the whole of camp on the situation out on the territory daily as well. And with both of them the situation seemed at an impasse. It wracked her with anxiety. How long would it be until Brightpaw is beyond recovery? How long would it be until someone tried the same thing as her daughter? How long could they still live like this, the thorns erected to protect them turned into a cage?

As Frostfur pondered these questions, seated upon her nest despite the sun at its height, she saw from the entrance to the warriors’ den a distinctive golden tabby pelt. “May I share your nest for a few moments?” she asked, bowing her head.

It had been quite a few moons since they stopped sharing one. It was now much smaller than when it was four of them. Still she shuffled aside and did her best to make room for the larger queen.

A part of her wanted to be furious with her, tell her that she had rejected her children from the moment she had denied to denounce that bloodthirsty traitor, that she had been the one to put them on his crosshairs. But that really wasn’t fair. Tigerclaw had joined the golden littermates in their nest first. And it had been her decision to seek entry into Lionheart’s nest rather than the other way around, even if Brindleface would’ve been amenable to the idea.

nd Goldenflower hadn’t really had a choice. The only other sire in her nest she could name would’ve been her brother, so between staining his reputation, raise suspicion around her loyalty, and just letting the Clan carry on assuming what they already were she simply let it all take its course. At least that way she knew she hadn’t made her predicament worse.

“I’m really sorry I didn’t notice earlier,” Goldenflower began. “It was... I really don’t even know how I failed to realize it, how I couldn’t see the warning signs, the hostility between my brother and him, the--”

“I don’t blame you,” Frostfur said with a sigh. “It’s not going to help Brightpaw get better... and it’s not like I was any better in that regard. I could’ve noticed as well. It’s also my fault.”

Goldenflower solemnly nodded, wrapping a paw around her former nestmate to bring her into a hug. “Faith in StarClan is all we have right now. And we mustn’t give it up lest we end up like Bluestar.”

“Faith in StarClan is all we have,” Frostfur echoed. “I have my own apology to offer.”

“If anything that should be me,” Goldenflower replied. “I left you when you needed me most. And even if in the eyes of the Clan I would no longer be a pipfurr to your children, between us I could always be.”

“Still it was an inconsiderate thing for me to do,” Frostfur replied.

“We can talk more about that and how it made me feel after Brightpaw is doing better,” Goldenflower said, pushing her into her chest deliberately. “For now please do not carry that burden. Now is not the time.”

#warrior cats #wc #warrior cats au #frostfur #goldenflower

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dani474 · 4 months

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First off, thank you so much for sending this! It wasn't the ask button because I forgot to turn it on, but no worries.

Now, for your first prompt –

I didn't change too much because I think Yanli's presence quite important in getting Wei Wuxian stable, Jiang Cheng to come over to Wei Wuxian's side rather than remaining further away on the battlefield, and also makes his reaction to the potential danger that much faster.

Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian make it to Yanli by cutting a path one behind the other, giving them time to lay her down, this time in Wei Wuxian's lap. He struggles with his control, and Yanli is still the one talking him down.

Jiang Cheng is trying to defend them from the corpses while Wei Wuxian tries to refocus enough to play chenqing. "Wei Wuxian!" Jiang Cheng shouts, full of fury and terror. "You said you could control it! Aren't you supposed to do the impossible!"

He is momentarily distracted by the decrease in corpse movement and nearly misses someone in gold fabric coming closer in a rush. When he catches sight of it, he blocks Wei Wuxian, fearing he will see another person he loves hurt.

Jiang Cheng grasps the sword with one hand, trying to slow the movement (either through the flesh friction or forcing spiritual energy into the blade) and manages to reduce the damage.

Wei Wuxian is caught between Yanli's and Jiang Cheng's injured bodies and equally panics.

Scene clip: "Jiang Cheng." Wei Wuxian gasps, the world around him dampening behind a haze. "Jiang Cheng, shidi. Why-why would you..."

Hands come up to press against the wound, Jiang Cheng's back colliding with a firm, thin chest even. Distantly, he registers someone talking in the background, but the words slip away.

A hand joins Wei Wuxian's over the gushing wound in Jiang Cheng's chest. A familiar, delicate hand pressing down with full bodyweight.

Jiang Cheng's mouth part, voice sticking as he tries to speak once.

Blood slipping between their fingers. Blood seeping into Yanli's robes. Into Wei Wuxian’s.

The stygian tiger seal hums viciously. Urging. Eager.

Jiang Cheng's voice finally cracks out, piercing the haze of Wei Wuxian's mind. "Bastard."

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This could go the worst and result in both of them dying, or could result in a very messy recovery and golden core reveal, as a result of WWX being unable to strengthen JC.

This idea is actually a super fun one, even just to brainstorm.

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As for your second one, I think that could open up a whole new host of things.

As Lan Xichen never meets Meng Yao here (as he did in novel canon), there would be the larger ramifications of not knowing there was a spy in the Wen sect. This could result in more losses during the sunshot campaign later, unless they meet and begin this exchange of information in some other way.

As this happens before the Indoctrination, the window for this to happen would be very small. Otherwise, Lan Xichen would have tried hiding elsewhere. If they came across each other during this time, Jiang Cheng would be concerned enough to try hiding him, possibly somewhere that only he and his siblings would know.

At some point, Lan Xichen is hidden and Jiang Cheng's parents are notified. Soon after, word of the Indoctrination would come out and Lotus Pier would anticipate an attack.

Lan Xichen worries over the Fate of his sect and his brother, then becomes concerned about Jiang Cheng being forced to go.

The Indoctrination largely goes the same. HOWEVER: Lan Wangji knows his brother is safe, and Lan Xichen's return to Gusu would likely result in a silent alliance against the Wen. This could have a huge impact in the month between this, the canon attack on Lotus Pier, and its fallout.

I can't say more than that, but the potential in thay is pretty huge. So much so that I'm not sure where to start for a scene clip.

#mdzs #fandom asks #i did not at all expect this but im suoer happy about it #i know its not a lot but hope you like it #my post #mine.txt

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