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mjohnso · 1 year

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Periodic Rookie Groups Report No. 20

It is not that 2022 was not a pretty good year for rookie groups. It was – especially if you are talking numbers. Disbandments are down, comebacks had a strong showing, and debut numbers are moving in the right direction. The story of the industry, and more specifically, one of the hardest hit sectors, a triumphant resurgence in a post-pandemic return to normalcy, nearly writes itself.

And yet, getting into the details, I do not think that is the story these numbers tell. Context is important here. The numbers for 2021’s rookies are slightly skewed, given that last year saw an underwhelming number of debuts. This decreased the chances of multiple disbanded groups and increased the chances that the overall rate of comebacks would look better than in other years. As for 2022 rookie group totals, as I go into more detail below, the numbers are also slightly inflated due to a sudden explosion in project groups.

This is all to say that between the ongoing effects of the pandemic and new trends in group types, I suspect the industry may be moving away from the era when rookie group numbers ebbed and flowed year over year. In other words, expect rookie group numbers to be wonky for the near future.

2021 Rookies

Before getting into the numbers, a revision is in order. In the previous Rookie Report I noted that four groups had disbanded between January and June, including the male duo Play:Moon. In their case, their disbandment was the result of a technicality: following the departure of one of the members, the group by default became a solo project. As of September 17th though, with the addition of new member Johann, the project has reverted to a duo. Consequently, this brings the number of groups that disbanded between January and June from four groups to three groups.

Between July and December of this year, an additional two groups—one boy group and one girl group—disbanded. They are as follows:

BugABoo: ATEAM Entertainment announced via the girl group’s (October ’21) fan café that following long discussions with the members, they had made the mutual decision to disband the group and terminate the members’ contracts. No reason for the disbandment was provided.

SIGMA: The male duo (January ’21) is presumed to have disbanded as Chanhyo has debuted as a member of the boy group WeNU (November ’22), while Z-uk has been promoting as a member of the pre-debut group WE:A.

This brings the total number of disbanded rookie groups to five. Subtracting these five disbandments brings the total number of active rookie groups to 54 groups—21 boy groups, 30 girl groups, and three co-ed groups. Of these 54 groups, 72% or 39 groups released new music at least once in 2022. 56% or 30 groups did so in the first half of the year between January and June while 17% or 9 groups did so between July and December. 37% or 20 groups released new music in both the first and second half of 2022

Korean Releases from ‘21 Rookie Groups: July - December 2022

Note: Releases marked with an asterisk (*) indicate an additional release from a group following their initial release

July

03 TFN - “When the sun goes down” (Single)*

14 Billlie – “Track by Yoon: Patbingsu” (Single)*

14 Hi-L - “Hi-Way” (Single)

20 BLITZERS -WIN-DOW(Mini Album)

20 Xdinary Heroes - Hello World(Mini Album)

21 Ferry Blue - “Let’s Go Buddy” (Single)

25 Purple Kiss - Geekyland(Mini Album)*

August

07 MINIMANI - “DANCE DANCE DANCE” (Single)*

09 TRI.BE - “Kiss” (Single)*

10 NIK – “La Vida Loca” (Single)*

14 Play:Moon - “Wazak! feat. Ob” (Single)*

17 LUMINOUS - Luminous In Wonderland (Album)*

18 SKYLE - “Bye Bye Bye” (Single)

22 IVE - “After Like” (Single)*

31 Billlie - The Billage of Perception: chapter two(Mini Album)*

31 Play:Moon - “Hwi-ah feat. Purpleoranjuice” (Single)*

31 PRITTI-G - “Love Taker” (Single)*

September

08 Billlie – The Billage of Perception : Chapter Two Original Soundtrack from “The End of the World and the Awakening”(Mini Album)*

19 Rocking doll - Survive(Mini Album)*

28 MIRAE - Ourturn (Mini Album)*

30 Lionesses – “Boy with strange love” (Single)*

30 OMEGA X - “Love Me Like” (Eng. Ver.)(Single)*

October

05 KINGDOM - History of Kingdom : Part V. Louis(Mini Album)*

11 seasoning - “like a friend” (Single)*

13 OMEGA X, bugAboo - “Jamboree Anthem Korea” (Single)*

26 EPEX - Prelude of Love Chapter 1. Puppy Love(Mini Album)*

26 TFN - Before Sunrise Part 4(Mini Album)*

November

10 ICHILLIN’ – “DRAW (My Time)” (Single)*

11 Xdinary Heroes – Overload(Mini Album)*

16 JUST B - =(Neun)(Mini Album)*

23 NTX - “Old School” (Single)

23 W.I.T - “Except You” (Single)

28 Beauty Box – “Higher Up” (Single)*

December

03 lilli lilli - “Sunshine” (Single)

16 Lionesses – “It’s okay to be me” (Single)*

16 MINIMANI - “This Year Was Good” (Single)*

20 MIRAE - “Snow Prince” (Single)*

22 Ferry Blue - “Game Over” (Single)*

Still from ABLUE's "Carnival

2022 Rookies

In 2022, 76 groups—22 boy groups, 51 girl groups, and three co-ed groups—debuted. Compared to last year, this marks a 29% increase in the number of new groups debuting and bespeaks to a larger trend. That is on the whole rookie group numbers are better, or at least no worse, than last year. While boy group numbers have been slipping since at least 2020, they neither grew nor fell, instead matching last year’s total. Similarly, co-ed groups experienced a repeat of last year with three groups. Meanwhile, girl groups jumped 50%, making 2022 the second-highest year for rookie girl debuts since I started tracking debuts in 2013.

Lest this come off as too similar to a headline on a k-pop news site, which treats every event in the same overly positive register—nuance be damned—the reality of debuts, especially girl group debuts, is tricky. While every year sees the debut of project and temporary groups, 2022 had an overabundance. In fact, in addition to project groups like Mamadol and X4, almost 25% or 18 groups that debuted this year did so as part of Rainbow E&M’s Future Idol project. That project variously described as “an idol development project,” “idol fostering project,” and “global idol nurturing project,” is in plain terms a middleman. Rainbow E&M holds auditions to find trainees they then instruct in lessons in singing and dancing. Then these trainees debut as a member of one of their various groups. Unlike traditional agencies though, these groups are not the point. Rather the centerpiece of the project is the Future Idol Showcase where the groups perform for staff from various big-name entertainment agencies. These agencies then have the option to invite any of the group members to participate in additional rounds of auditions or to join their agency.

In essence, Future Idol groups are not meant to market the individual members to audiences, but to other agencies. This makes these groups a sort of limbo. They are both real groups and not, as technically they have debuted but at the same time marketed as potential trainees to other agencies.

As much as this particular mode of marketing gums up the numbers, none of this provides a strong argument for excluding any of the Future Idol Asia Groups. They are, as much as any of the project or atypical idol groups, part of the story of rookie groups in 2022.

Miscellaneous stats:

January saw the most debuts with the debut of 12 new groups: three boy groups, eight girl groups, and one co-ed group.

December saw the least debuts with the debut of only four new groups: two boy groups, one girl group, and one co-ed group..

For the third consecutive year, more girl groups debuted than boy groups.

#kpop #rookie-reports #rookies

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deliquescentnightmare · 3 years

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Character Introduction

Hello! my first little character sheet so you all can meet Delila, the main protagonist of my still untitled story. Most- if not all- of my characters are blatant self-inserts, and Delila is no exception. I identify as GF so she's kind of the embodiment of my very fem moments, and my soft cottagecore side. Anyways, here's all you need to know about her! I'll post newer versions of her character sheet later on as certain events happen in the story so I don't give you guys spoilers.

Name: Delila Amelie Lestrade

Age: 24

Hometown: Born in Atlanta GA, moved around a lot as a child.

Occupation: Forensic Psychologist. FBI agent.

Sexuality: Asexual, questioning.

Talents/Skills: Writing. Playing Uke. Can't cook at all. Great skill of falling down or bumping into things. Hands are steady in times of crisis and is very levelheaded.

Siblings (describe relationship): Theodore 'Theo' Grayson Markham. 35, older half brother. Second son of Alana Markham(nee Ramses) and Fredrick Markham. Lives in NY. Jameson Albert Markham, 36, oldest half brother, and firstborn son of Alana Markham and Frederick Markham. Lives in rural North Carolina with his wife and kids. Gwendolyn 'Gwen' Beatrice Markham (deceased). Born 1980, died at 26) Killed in a car accident in St Louis in 2006. Very close to Delila and Jameson. Entire family mourned after she passed, and Alana became very different emotionally.

Mother (describe relationship): Alana Elizabeth Markham (nee Ramses). 54, lives in Ojai, California with Frederick Markham. They talk intermittently, but Alana isn't very responsible and Delila refuses to interact with her too much because it's emotionally draining. Alana refuses to acknowledge Gwen even existed.

Father (describe relationship): Gregory 'Greg' Lestrade. 49. Their relationship is close, and Greg would often visit Delila, or fly her out to see him during school holidays when she was a child. They call often (when he actually picks up or calls her back) and email back and forth. She loves him more than life itself even if he often forgets to call her because he's busy.

Significant Others (describe relationship): Struggles to remain relationships due to lack of intimacy, but had a long-term relationship for 2 years that recently ended for undisclosed reasons.

Pets: none yet. had a childhood snake named Jonathan.

Friends: Li Huang (will be introduced in the next chapter or the one after), John Watson, Molly Hooper, Sherlock Holmes (tentative), Theo, Mycroft Holmes(eventually).

Height: 5'2" or 157.5 cm

Weight: 135 lbs. or about 61 kg

Race: Caucasian, British-American

Eye Color: Blue in Original Fictions. In this AU, however her right one is Purple. her left is Pink. (I like pink and purple very much)

Hair Color: Naturally brown, dyed pastel orange.

Distinguishing features: Constantly has scrapes and bruises, often topped off with band-aids on her fingers and cheeks. Her wild orange hair and round gold-rimmed glasses. (they're bigger than Harry Potter's, before you ask). She wears a black pea-coat often, and it's worn from years of use. (it was her sister's)

How does he/she dress? Black pea-coat when it's colder. Likes to wear slightly-too-large clothing. Often wears stolen shirts, sweaters and button ups. Flowy, flowery dresses and skirts and occasionally ripped jeans. She did go through an Emo phase and dyed her hair white in her late teens/early 20's, and has some clothing left over from that phase that she occasionally wears.

Hobbies: Writing romance fiction and crime. Reading, often James Patterson or fantasy. Playing ukulele, and singing. She likes to dance but isn't very good at it, so she often does it when she's alone or it's dark (or both). She likes to go for walks with John in the park, and used to go for walks with Theo.

Greatest flaws: She cares too much too fast, and becomes attached to people within a day or so of meeting them. She can be slightly needy and clingy if she doesn't have a lot of friends, because she thrives off of physical affection. She's very stubborn, and will do things even when she's been given explicit instruction not to because she thinks she may know a better way. (sometimes she does, but other times she just is too strong headed to stop). She can either be unabashedly arrogant or filled with crippling self-doubt dependent on the situation as she's experienced a lot of respect and praise for her intellect. She also puts a lot of pressure on herself to succeed and it can lead to devastating burnouts.

Best qualities: Very loving and openhearted. She will put others' needs above her own nearly every time. She will make sure her friends and those she cares about are taken care of, and are taking good care of themselves. She is extremely intelligent and knows an array of weird and sometimes useful facts, and has a large span of knowledge thanks to her time at uni. She also has a way of making friends wherever she goes, which leads to a large web of connections and sources whenever she needs them.

Introvert or Extrovert? Ambivert, it's dependent on the situation. For example, if she's forced to be in isolation then she's going to be more extroverted when she's around people again. She enjoys talking to people, but after a certain amount, she can become worn out and need alone time. I think it would be good to note she is much more socially adept than Sherlock, though he is better at other things socially. (she has Asperger's and therefore he picks up on certain cues or details she may miss)

How does the character deal with anger? Delila can either run hot or run cold in terms of temperament. When she runs hot, she is often so overcome with emotion that she 'loses' words, struggles to speak and gets really flustered. (not in a good way) she never really says anything unkind when she's like this but she will be very dismissive and tell people to leave her alone. She is prone to shouting or crying to voice her frustrations and get out her emotions. The best way to calm her down is to let her rant about it, and she often calls Theo- who lets her rant. When she runs cold, she is eerily calm. She becomes sharp-tongued, cold and calculating. She will destroy whoever has angered her in this way and feel no shame. Sometimes she will spend days like this, and will be snippy and distant to anyone who tries to talk to her. She is vengeful and fully of unabashedly cruel remarks. It takes a lot or something particularly bad to get her this way.

With sadness? Delila tends to cry when she's sad, and is most comforted by physical affection. She listens to sad music, curls up under a blanket, and will write, whether it be in a journal or creatively. She will occasionally vent, but usually keeps it to herself as to not burden people around her with her issues or emotions.

With conflict? Delila can be rather argumentative and stubborn, but if she cares about the person she will do her best to listen to their side of the argument or disagreement, even if she feels as though they are wrong. When it comes to other peoples' conflicts, she will try and take the side she feels is most correct, or try and be an unbiased judge. She will defend her friends if there is a conflict in which they are being attacked in some way.

With change? Delila isn't a big fan of change but she will try her best to adapt and overcome by setting goals and new routines.

With loss? Delila will self-isolate. She will spend a lot of time re-consuming media that reminds her of what she has lost, and will go through a period of denial. Eventually, though she will come to honour the memory and move on.

What does the character want out of life? Fulfillment. Delila has spent a lot of her short life searching for something she is truly passionate about, but once she finds things that make her happy she becomes hesitant to follow them. She longs for fulfillment in ways other than reproducing and relationships, but one day she wouldn't mind having a family.

What would the character like to change in his/her life? Delila wishes she'd spent less time worried about how her mother perceived her and hoe those around her viewed her and her achievements. She is quite successful now and has learnt better but she wishes she hadn't let her doubts hinder her in the past.

What motivates this character? Delila doesn't excel because she longs for success, but because she fears failure. She refuses to be a burden, and will be independent almost to a fault.

What frightens this character? Delila is terrified of her family being hurt in any way, or losing someone she loves again. She also despises spiders and rejection.

What makes this character happy? Music. Her family, her friends. The rain. Tea. she loves to dance, but she only does it when she's alone.

Is the character judgmental of others? Delila's job required her to profile people, and because of that it has become her nature to psychoanalyse or even try to make assumptions about people from the get-go. She will often alter this perception of people later on depending on how she sees them interact with their environment, and people around them.

Is the character generous or stingy? She can be overly generous when it comes to those she loves, but also hesitant to share other things. It all depends on the item or person's emotional and sentimental value to her.

Is the character generally polite or rude? Unless given good reason to be rude, Delila is generally kind.

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ohblackdiamond · 3 years

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liner notes/unused joke summaries for kiss fics (part iv)

Despite what my general dislike of the shift key and my tendency to mock all that I love might imply, I actually overthink everything I write to a great extent. I make no claims to these explanations being in any way enjoyable, but if you wanted to know what I was thinking while writing KISS fic… now you do. Part one can be found here. Part two is here. Part three is here.

little t&a --If Paul had boobs, they would be big and Gene would want to grab them.

>>Title from a Rolling Stones song of the same name; most of the chapter titles are from another Stones song, “The Spider and the Fly.” I started it during quarantine as a means to occupy myself and destress, and didn’t initially plan on posting it at all. Once I’d written five chapters without having posted it or mentioned it to anyone, I figured, well, I guess this might as well go somewhere, so I put it up. I had the hope that it’d give me something to strive for during the stress of lockdown, and I’d assumed that I wouldn’t ever have that much time to devote to a story again.

There were a couple of things that really inspired me. I’ve always enjoyed sexswaps as a bit of a guilty pleasure, but wanted to do a different take on them-- there’s this tendency for sexswaps to either be wacky hijinks or an excuse to write particularly brutal noncon. There’s also a tendency for the sexswapped character to almost automatically start adopting stereotypically feminine traits he didn’t have prior, with no real reason for it. I wanted to try and avoid all that as much as possible.

... There’s also another tendency for the sexswapped character never getting back to normal, and I wanted to avoid that, too. I mean, c’mon, KISS is supposed to start the Love Gun tour a month after the fic. Paul can’t exactly pull the trigger of a love taco. (Maybe gently brush it a bit...)

I had Paul already cursed for five days at the start of the fic because I thought it would make things easier and allow the plot to advance more quickly. I also felt like it would give him more autonomy-- prior to Gene showing up, he has tried (albeit in small ways) to get a handle on what’s happened to him, and while he’s hermited it up, he hasn’t given up. Autonomy in general was pretty important for me re: Paul. (Incidentally, probably one of my favorite things about this fic is that Paul’s made that poor twelve-year-old kid on his bike buy him sanitary napkins.)

I wanted to explore a couple of other things, too, mostly rock and roll’s (and KISS’ in particular) pretty heinous treatment of women. Gene and Paul argue in the eighties that groupies know the score from the beginning, and even postulates that those relationships are more “honest” than just taking a girl out to dinner. They’re not alone in this (and, of course, as married men, these days they try not to discuss those times at all); almost every band/artist from around that time period will give you the same answer. “The girls know what they’re doing.” I think many of them did know. I also think many of them came into those hotel rooms expecting a lot more than they ever received, and I think plenty of girls ended up at the very least disappointed by their encounters, if not humiliated or worse.

I don’t know if this was successful, but I also wanted to at least try to poke a few holes in celebrity/idol worship as well. Carol’s scathing comments to Paul-- “they [fans] think there’s something you’ve got that they can get at, but there’s not” pretty heavily exemplify behavior I’ve seen at conventions, fan meet-ups, etc. At the end of the day, well, there’s no point in putting them on much of a pedestal. I dunno. I’ve seen some weird crap in the name of fan worship, in and outside of RPS. Keith Richards talks about it in his book-- girls urinating on themselves out of sheer nerves/excitement just at seeing the band, etc., which, while disturbing, had to have given them a sense of being something beyond ordinary (and act accordingly, of course).

I don’t know. I like them a lot, but I can’t hero-worship these guys; they don��t live in the real world. They’re not, ultimately, relatable or accessible despite the billions of photos, the twitter posts, the meet and greets-- any more than they were 40-odd years ago. I think there can be a real danger in thinking they are. I wanted to show that, too, but again, I don’t know if it came across properly.

One of the aspects I really struggled with was getting a good handle on Paul’s innately slippery sense of identity without it overtaking the story entirely. Gene’s very stable identity was a good foil, and it helped that most of “t&a” is from his point of view, rather than Paul’s.

Another place I faltered with was Paul’s outing alone at CBGB. The first draft had the guy in the club slip quaaludes into his drink, but I really didn’t like that at all and felt it took too much control away from Paul/punished him for going out on his own. I thought it’d be more interesting if Paul deliberately took what he knew was a dangerous combination (alcohol + quaaludes) in the hopes that would make him feel better about sleeping with someone he didn’t care about.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, having him do that (and the way the scene with the guy at the club ends) also meant that I couldn’t have him hop right into bed with Gene that night, either, so that accounts for some of the delaying. I was also really wanting to make sure in general that when Gene and Paul finally did go all the way, there wasn’t any feeling of being coerced or pressured. Not that Gene would do either of those things, but I didn’t want him or Paul to be doing it out of any feeling of obligation or hurry; I wanted it to be as natural as possible, under the circumstances. And I wanted, again, Paul’s dubious sense of self and Gene’s ambiguous feelings about Paul(’s boobs) to come into play-- yes, Paul, now you, too, can take Gene on the amazing technicolor dreamdate you’ve been fantasizing about for the last seven years! Or, you know, not. Overall, there are some pacing issues and the story slows down considerably after Gene takes Paul home from CBGB, but I like to hope that most of the scenes add something.

There were a couple of secondary plotlines that got scrapped because I couldn’t get them to fit well enough with the narrative. One of them was Paul’s very troubled relationship with his sister, Julia. There’s a fair amount of references to her scattered throughout, and Paul brings her up on several occasions, generally without much provocation, and generally at mildly odd moments (at Central Park and immediately after getting drawn by Gene being the standouts). There was an initial draft of the chapter in which Ace calls Paul, where Julia’s the one calling Paul instead (after having gotten his number from their parents). I wanted to at least get the start of a reconciliation going between them. Ultimately I scrapped it because I couldn’t get it to flow with the main plot and never felt like I’d ever explored it thoroughly enough for it to be worth a detour.

The comparison between Paul and Carol is pretty blatantly obvious, even in the narrative. Paul and Gene both recognize it (Gene, initially, when he notes that Carol doesn’t seem to belong at 54 any more than Paul does), and it makes them highly uncomfortable. (Mary-Anne, Carol’s friend, also notices it-- “she [Paul] reminds me of Carol. Just pitiful.”) They’re both very shy, insecure people that have thrust themselves into a world they’re not naturally suited for (show business) in order to achieve their own ends. They’ve both put great stock in a single person who helped them (inadvertently or not) during a dark time, and are driven by those feelings, despite knowing that person is out of reach.

Physically, they’re intentionally mostly opposite (Carol’s short, with a slight build, lighter hair, blue eyes, vs. Paul being, well, Paul-- tall, fuller build, black hair, brown eyes). But narratively speaking, neither of them are described as beautiful; “cute” and “kind of pretty,” sure, but nothing past that (except when Gene says it towards the end). That was important, too, for a couple of reasons. One, I wanted to further the comparison between them; two, I wanted to at least try and dispel the idea that all groupies were glamorous; many of them were rather ordinary-looking.

Paul not being “playboy material as a girl” was very deliberate. I feel like a lot of sexswaps tend to make the guy in question end up a ridiculously hot babe, which didn’t quite jive with what I was going for (not that I wanted Paul to end up awful-looking, but...). ... He’s probably hotter than he thinks he is though; at least, Gene didn’t mind at all, and Pete thought he was pretty. I wanted him to be recognizable if one knew where to look (face, body language). I didn’t want him to end up a tiny, frail-looking waif-- given what he looks like as a dude, that didn’t make sense to me. So this meant the less perfect attributes had to stay and carry over to a female body. He ended up with big boobs because... well, honestly because if he wasn’t going to end up with a great figure overall, he might as well have great boobs. And I mean, really, his chest’s already pretty all right as-is.

I didn’t want there to be a love triangle, but I did want it obvious, at least in an offhand way, that Peter and Paul had had sex (Ace mentions it in the car with Peter, with his “how long did it take you”). I wanted to incorporate Ace and Peter to as great an extent as possible in general.

Marbas is an actual demon from The Lesser Key of Solomon, although other than the few sentences Paul reads off from that grimoire, there’s not much more information on him to be found.

#kiss fanfiction #liner notes #gene simmons x paul stanley

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violet-knox · 4 years

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Promises Fulfilled

Year 7 - Chapter 54

Summary: You hold trials and watch Connor try out for his own team before heading to the Astronomy Tower with Severus

Word count: 4061

Warnings: Some naughty naughty touching 😏 It’s at the end of the chapter, so if borderline smut is something you are not into, you can stop reading when they enter the Astronomy Tower.

Previous Chapter - Chapter 1

The halls were uncharacteristically empty as you speed out the great entrance of the castle and made your way towards the Quidditch pitch. It wasn’t abnormal to see such lack of life at this hour. Not many students, hell not many Professors, enjoyed being up so early and though you were amongst the many, today you had to make an exception as it was the first day your skills as Captain would be tested. So of course, your body had to keep you up all night coming up with new and creative incidents that could occur during today’s events resulting in your failure and ultimate dismissal from Quidditch.

Youngsters falling off their brooms, boneheads taking a bludger to the head, Slytherins keeping their yearly tradition of haggling your team and distracting those already midflight. A string of tragedies played over and over in your head all night, having you dread the trails you had scheduled. You were already so behind; Hufflepuff and Slytherin teams already formed and ready for practice. It was a miracle you’d managed to find a free time slot with the Slytherin Captain hogging the pitch and Professor McGonagall’s aggravating need to ‘play fair’.

At least Madam Hooch had been much more responsive when you asked her to show you around the storage room, demonstrating how to secure the bludgers in place and retrieve a snitch without wasting its one use. You had a lot to learn in a short period of time, the first game already scheduled for next month, yet you kept hearing how well you would lead your team and win the Quidditch cup from everyone around you. Severus, McGonagall, even Madam Hooch seemed to have a biased towards you as if they could all see the future, knowing for certain you’d win your first game and end the year with the Quidditch cup in hand.

“Feeling ready?” Your mood brightened, worries temporarily pushed aside as you watched Severus walk over from the wall he’d been leaning against just as you arrived at the entrance of the Quidditch pitch.

“Sev!” you shouted, quickly jogging towards him, throwing your arms around his waist. “What are you doing here so early? Trials don't start for another hour.”

He grinned when he saw your face light up by the simple sight of his presence. Of course he’d assured you he’d be there during trails because you’d asked, but he could tell the stress of your position as Captain had been getting to you, so he’d made an effort to arrive early, knowing you’d do the same and help out in any way he could.

“Somehow I just knew you’d be here obsessing about preparations. Look how right I was.” He rubbed your shoulders in comfort and felt you bury your face into his chest.

“I’m scared!” you whined into his uniform, closing your eyes and letting the world disappear around you as you let the weight of the stress you felt fall over Severus.

“You have nothing to worry about,” he said smiling as you pulled him closer, desperately holding on to him. “You’ll do fine.”

“You don’t know that,” you mumbled. Your voice so muffled, filtered through his cardigan, it appeared smaller than it truly was.

“True, but I know no one would do a better job than you,” he said, running his fingers through your hair in comfort, his touch so soothing you wished he’d hold you like this all day. “At least not in Gryffindor anyway.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” You pushed him away, shoving on his chest and forcing him to take a step back.

“Nothing! I meant to say you’re the best person in the school to be Gryffindors Captain...” You rose an eyebrow at him, waiting for the punchline you knew was coming. “Since they probably need the most aid.”

“Severus!” you stepped forward and continued to push against his chest in annoyance. “You arse!”

It was one thing to despise Gryffindor and cheer for his own Quidditch team, but it was another to outright attack your house even if it was all in good fun. You’d suspected for a while that he dreaded the fact you’d been sorted into Gryffindor which was yet another reason you’d hung on to the time you had together over the summer, away from the reminder of house conflicts and incompatibility.

“Alright! I’m sorry!” he said, waving his hands in front of his face in forfeit as he inched away from you. His apology seemed to have done the trick as he finally felt the storm of light punches cease. You crossed your arms, the stern look on your face spoiled by the smirk you gave him. “You know I’ll secretly be cheering for you.”

“You better be.”

He adjusted his buttoned-up cardigan before following you to the storage room located between Slytherin and Hufflepuff’s changing rooms. Picking up one of the suitcases on the bench, you opened it up and took out your wand, pointing it to the case filled with snitches. Carefully opening it, you levitated a few of them into their proper places to complete the Quidditch set before clasping it shut and shoving it into Severus’ arms. You then made your way across the room and took down as many school brooms as you could, handing some to Severus as well. If he was going to make a point of showing up early, he might as well lend a hand rather than waste your time with pointless witty comments.

Setting down the equipment you carried out to the edge of the pitch, you began to line up the brooms one by one, Severus lending a hand without a word spoken.

“I’m going to go find a seat.” Severus turned to you just as you put down the Quidditch set in the middle of the pitch. “Good luck, love,” he whispered, cupping your cheeks.

You smiled, letting yourself lean on him one last time as he gently pressed his lips to yours before walking off towards the exit of the soon to be semi-packed pitch. You’d barely returned from the changing room, broom in hand when you heard footsteps nearing the entrance. Turning around, you spotted James and a few other members from the previous team heading towards you. Looking up in the stands, you spotted Severus looking up from his book to shoot you a quick smile with Sirius, Remus and Peter all sitting a few rows behind him. Watching Sirius eye him, you began to wish you’d never asked him to come and support you. You’d been so concerned about perfecting your timeline for your trials, you’d completely neglected to remember James’ feud with Severus and how his friends seemed to have joined in, or at the very least look the other way when he haggled your boyfriend.

But it was too late now. Severus had settled into place along with the Gryffindor pranksters and you’d struck up a conversation with your former teammates as other candidates began to pour into the pitch. All you could do now was hope they’d mind their business and leave Severus to his book so long as he had the courtesy to do the same.

As the crowd thickened, you began to realize, few people from your previous team had actually returned. The Triwizard tournament had become such a distraction you completely neglected to realize two batches of graduating students had gone since the last set of trials held. If you took back those who previously played, you would still need to find a Beater, two Chasers and a Keeper. It was so much worse than you’d anticipated; only three people from the old team hadn’t graduated and you were one of them.

“Alright,” you spoke, bringing everyone's attention to you. “I’d like to see what you can all do, so I will have you all attempt to play each position until I find sufficient players. If I offer you a position and you had your eye on another, you are welcome to reject but know I may not offer you the position you want. Any returning members will not be granted special passes and instead will have the same opportunity as everyone else. Extra brooms are available if needed,” you said, gesturing to the stack of brooms you’d lined up to the side, “I’ll start off with the chasers,” you then divided the group into two teams and instructed them to play a game of catch where a player must pass the quaffle to one of the members on their team without having the ball stolen by a member of the opposing team.

Slowly, you began tagging people out until two remained; a second year and a fourth year whom both accepted your offer to play Chasers. You then moved on to Beaters, bringing back the Beater that had previously played and a sixth year who said he wished to play Keeper instead. You placed another student on standby for Beater and moved on to find a Seeker. James caught all three snitches that you released and won back his spot on the team. Finally, you instructed the two Chasers to join you in testing for your new Keeper to which you found an agile fifth year who gladly accepted your offer. You encouraged the standby Beater to try out again next year as the sixth-year boy took the final spot as Beater that you had previously offered.

It was a long, exhausting day, but you managed to put together a well skilled team in the end, just before the time you had scheduled ran out. Your hands shook as you packed up the equipment, feeling nervous about the split decisions you just made.

“Need a hand?” you turned around and saw a familiar boy with dirty brown hair, dressed in blue and brown walking towards you.

“Connor, what are you doing here?”

“Ravenclaw is scheduled for their trials today. Should start in about ten minutes,” he said looking at his watch while you levitated the Quidditch case and brooms. “Got any tips for me?” He clutched onto his broom and nervously shifted in his place.

You looked back at him with a smile before responding, “Don’t fall off your broom.” Connor chuckled. “You’ll be fine Connor, just do your best. And if you don’t make it, you always have that miniature library of yours.”

You shot him a quick smile before turning your attention back to the stack of brooms you had been trying to levitate all at once.

“Hold up!” Another Ravenclaw boy came running towards you just as you’d gathered all the brooms together. “Mind leaving those for us?” He gestured towards the brooms.

Assuming he was the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain, you nodded your head in agreement and lowered your wand, thankful you didn’t have to figure out how to carry them all back to the storage room alone.

“I can take that off your hands,” he added, reaching for the Quidditch set you had in your left hand.

“Thanks,” you said, watching him head for the storage room, no doubt on his way to retrieve some more snitches. The stadium had already cleared of Gryffindors, replaced by Ravenclaws quicker than the impeccable catch James made with the last snitch you released. Turning back around, you thought it best to wish Connor good luck and head for the changing rooms when you heard your name shouted from the entrance of the pitch.

“(Y/N)!” You looked over Connor’s shoulder and saw Severus lightly jogging towards you wearing the same expression you’d seen make an appearance the first time he met your Ravenclaw friend.

“Severus,” Connor said. The tone in his voice telling you he was surprised to see him approach. “What are you doing here?”

“She asked me to watch their trials,” he said nudging towards you, his nose wrinkling as his eyes narrowed.

“I was nervous, so I thought if he came, I’d feel more comfortable,” you explained with as strong of a smile as you could muster.

Severus’ tone towards Connor had yet to lighten, reminding you of the year you’d spent trying to befriend him. You did what you could to help him ease into a friendship with Connor, but you knew it would be a while before he let his wall down and accept someone new in his life. You could understand the hesitation to trust but the reaction Severus had when someone tried to enter his inner circle was quite absurd and unwarranted. You’d asked him to explain, you’d tried to reason with him, but his cold demeanor remained, forever present to shun away those willing to get close to him.

“Ah, well, maybe you two can stay and cheer me on?” Connor asked nervously. “I’ve been meaning to try-out, but I never could build up the courage.”

Severus looked at you in annoyance, wanting to tell Connor to sod off. If only he’d come down from the stands sooner. If only he hadn’t wished to read that last page in his book, he could have saved you both from the agony the Ravenclaw was putting you through.

You quickly placed a hand on Severus’ shoulder to keep him from snapping as you smiled at Connor. “We’d love to stay and support you Connor,” you said, speaking for Severus before the foul words edging on the tip of his tongue spilled out and ruined the peaceful ambiance around you.

Connor smiled at you both in gratitude before you all parted ways; Severus heading for the stands as you went to get changed before joining him.

Throwing on your uniform, you quickly let down your hair, carelessly ruffling it and made your way towards the stairs that led up to the viewing area. You spotted a few crowds of Ravenclaws rather quickly, most of them engaged in conversation amongst one another across the pitch to your right and found a lone raven-haired boy sitting where the Slytherins would usually gather during games; exactly where Severus had placed himself during your trials.

“This doesn’t count you know,” Severus said with a discontent tone as you found your place beside him. He kept his gaze focused on the commission down below, but you could clearly see the evident frown on his face between his curtains of hair. “You still owe me an hour today. Alone.”

You couldn’t help the corner of your lips stretch into a subtle smile, thinking of the promise he’d made you keep this year. It was quite a demand to make, one you never thought would be difficult when you’d initially agreed to it until the time came to fulfill your promise. You knew it would only get worse as Quidditch picked up, but you wanted to keep your relationship with Severus strong. Nothing was worth giving what you had with him away, so you did what you could and met up with him when he asked even if it was to simply read in his company atop the Astronomy Tower or take a quick walk around the lake before lights out.

“He’s our friend Severus, we should support him.”

“No,” he said, finally turning his head to face you. “He’s your friend and you have no obligation to support him.”

“He’s nice and we’ll have plenty of time together after his trials. The day is still young.” You placed a hand on his knee and smiled, hoping he’d lighten up and open himself to the idea of having a new friend to talk with. “We’ll go to the Astronomy Tower after this and you can have me all to yourself until dinner,” you whispered as your fingers trailed up his leg to tangle with his. “How does that sound?”

Your breath brushed through his hair, the heat of your palm spreading through to his, reaching his core. Severus froze in place as you leaned in, teasing him as you bit your lip and fluctuated your gaze from his eyes to his lips. You knew displaying affection in public made him uncomfortable and he hated it when you teased him like that. It was a weapon you never used unless you could sense his stubbornness rising.

He quickly pulled his hand from under yours, looking away from you as he suppressed a smile. You brought your attention back to the gathering Ravenclaws bellow and listened as the team Captain organized their trials.

He’d decided to approach things a little differently than you as he divided up the Ravenclaws into groups based on what position they wanted. You watched as Connor stepped beside those who wished to play Seeker and you couldn’t help but think how his physique better suited a Beater. A Seeker has to be agile, to turn their broom in the opposite direction in a split second, so it was much more common to see someone with a much leaner figure in the position. Of course, there were exceptions like James, though even he wasn’t as tall or as fully built as Connor. Then again, who were you to judge when you had yet to see him on a broom. Perhaps he’d surprise you and give James a run for his money.

You took in a deep breath as you watched the specs below kick off and fly into the air. He could definitely keep his own on a broom, you thought, spotting Connor make a sharp turn, halting to listen to the next set of instructions given by their Captain.

He motioned to test those trying for Beaters first, enlisting the help of everyone else to toss around a Quaffle as he let the Bludgers loose. A few failed to knock the bloody balls away from their targets, hitting them and knocking some off their brooms, though no one was seriously injured. Next up were the Chasers, followed by the Keepers, then finally, Seekers were tested.

Rather than releasing them one at a time as you’d done, the Captain released what he claimed to be four Snitches into the air and said whoever of the three candidates caught two of them first would win the position. Squinting, you leaned closer to the railing and tried to spot the golden blur you’d seen one too many times today. Not five minutes into the challenge, the youngest in the group, a girl appearing to be in her second or third year, caught the first Snitch while Connor and the other candidate desperately searched for the remaining three Snitches.

“He’s not very good is he,” you whispered to Severus as you watched Connor head in the opposite direction of the small golden blur you’d spotted not five feet away from his head. Severus scoffed in response, hoping you would want to leave now that you’ve watched your friend play. But unfortunately for him, the last two snitches weren’t caught for another hour, leaving him only one hundred and twenty minutes before dinner.

“Tough luck,” you said sympathetically, catching Connor on his way to the changing rooms. Severus had practically sprung from his seat when the Captain had announced the end of their trials, heading straight for the exit when you’d grabbed his arm and dragged him back inside the arena.

“Yeah,” replied Connor in a hushed voice as he rubbed the back of his neck. His cheeks tinted pink and you noticed his gaze fall to the ground, no doubt embarrassed by his poor performance.

“You played well, Connor. You should try again next year, maybe consider trying for Beater or Keeper” you said in an attempt to cheer him up.

“You think?” he said, bringing his line of sight back to you, his brows furrowed with hope.

“Mhmm,” you hummed, nodding your head. “You have a build better suited for a Beater than a Seeker and you fly really well. I bet you’d be great at catching up to a bludger.”

He smiled as the tension from his shoulders eased.

“Well, now you both can cheer for me instead of your own teams. All I need now is to befriend a Hufflepuff and I’ll have all four houses on my side,” you said hoping to lift the gloomy mood around the three of you.

“Fat chance,” mumbled Severus.

“Fine, don’t cheer for me” you said, giving him a light push before you turned to smile at Connor, “You’ll cheer for me, right?”

“Sure,” he laughed. “Anyways, I should get changed, my friends are probably waiting.”

You gave him a nod in agreement and watched him head towards the Ravenclaw changing room, broom thrown over his shoulder before you made your way out of the Quidditch pitch.

Severus was walking so fast, you practically had to run to keep him from dragging you along, his hand immediately shooting to grab yours once the coast was clear. As soon as the door of the room at the top of the Astronomy Tower closed behind you, he gripped your waist and pulled you in, colliding your lips with his.

You snaked your hands in his hair as he moved his hands down to your hips, gripping them as he pushed you against the wall. Feeling ambitious you gave a quick tug on the strands tangled between your fingers and let the surprise from your move catch him off guard as you quickly slipped your tongue past his lips. He took a second to adjust and settle into the new sensation before he moved his hands down over your clothed bottom in response, slowly squeezed both cheeks.

You moaned, letting your chest heave in desire as your lips parted, hovering over one another. Severus kept his eyes closed and let you both catch your breath as he continued to feel you up, his hands slowly moving down to your thighs. His slim fingers traced the outline of your skirt. Cautiously, he let them slip under the fabric, his fingertips feeling the few new inches of unexplored skin before so very slowly edging upwards towards your knickers. Your eyes flickered open, a breath caught in your throat as you moved one hand out of his hair and cupped his cheek. He carefully examined your flushed expression, a soft pink colour washing over your skin from heat, embarrassment, arousal, he couldn’t tell. But you hadn’t stopped him, nor had you shown any disgust, so he let his fingers trace the line of your panties from the middle of your legs back towards your bottom.

You could feel your knickers drench, the soft careful touches of his hands sending sparks to your core. You’d never discussed boundaries and you’d always thought yours would be quiet etiquette and clear. But in this moment, you felt as though you’d let him do anything he liked if he simply asked. You’d never felt your heart beat as fast as it was in this moment, your adrenaline running higher than it would during a Quidditch game.

Severus smirked as you arched your back, pushing your chest against his when he gave your arse another rough squeeze. It felt good to feel your skin under his fingertips, skin he knew you wouldn’t allow anyone else to feel. To touch. He had you all to himself and he loved how you showed your enjoyment for his hands exploring your body.

Keeping you distracting, he kept one hand under your skirt while the other went to rest on your lower back, pushing you into him as he quickly pressed his lips to yours and immediately slipping his tongue into your mouth. He nudged his nose into your cheeks a few times, letting his tongue explore before parting for air, smirking at you with content.

“So, what was that you said about you being all mine till dinner?” he whispered.

You blushed, your eyes barely open as you realized how suggestive you must have sounded. Severus lifted your chin and peered into your eyes, his hands gently resting on your waist as he revealed in the moment. He quickly kissed you one last time before taking your hand and setting you down to read with him. You cuddled up next to him, placing a hand on his chest, leaning your head against his shoulder as he opened up a book and began reading with you awhile before you were both forced to head back to the castle for dinner.

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sesskag1postchallenge · 5 years

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Ch5 - Operation Grandpup Drop (A SitBoy Discord Crack Fic)

Warning this story is M bordering NSFW

Chapter 5:

SlayerYesterday at 9:51 PM

Inuyasha knew that if his brother really wanted her he would catch them. He was banking on Sesshomaru just not giving a damn. But when he felt the swell of Sesshomaru's power, and the earth moving force of him chasing after them his heart dropped. His bastard of a brother wanted HIS Kagome.

imjaneeesYesterday at 9:53 PM

Now, Kagome and he may have agreed that they were better off as friends, but that didn't mean that he'll hand her off to his brother. That's just wrong. Actually, imagining anyone with Sesshomaru is just wrong and gives him the heebie jeebies.

SlayerYesterday at 9:54 PM

And she was still HIS Kagome.

"Can you hold a solid circular barrier around us?" Inuyasha called over his shoulder.

Stormie Like WeatherYesterday at 9:57 PM

All he had to do was make it to the well. Just up ahead. He could see the clearing. The old stones that made up the base. It was so close. Kagome nodded, "I can try!" Her reiki blossomed into a barrier, but for some reason Sesshomaru was able to reach right into it. "Miko."

She trembled.

Walter205Yesterday at 10:01 PM

Too late, she came to the realization that the barrier didn’t work on Sesshomaru because, deep down, she didn’t really want to escape from him after all.

SlayerYesterday at 10:01 PM

She solidified her barrier, but just as it became solid a huge paw slapped them away from their destination. 'Great now we have a 50 foot dog playing ball with us.'

imjaneeesYesterday at 10:02 PM

Sure, in the dark, somewhat high part of her mind, she imagined playing fetch with Sesshomaru, but not like THIS!

Stormie Like WeatherYesterday at 10:03 PM

"You're going to ruin the goods, Sesshomaru! Stop!"

Walter205Yesterday at 10:04 PM

Kagome felt green as Sesshomaru swatted them for the fifth time. More like Pinball at this point instead of regular ball.

imjaneeesYesterday at 10:06 PM

Apparently the 50 something foot dog had SOME sense because now he was looking down at them, actually her, in a somewhat contemplative way. She didn't like that head tilt. Nothing good came out between her and dogs tilting their heads while looking straight at her.

Walter205Yesterday at 10:07 PM

“Kagome, drop the barrier when I tell you to. I have a plan to get us out of this mess,” said Inuyasha as his Tetsuiga started to turn Hot Pink.

imjaneeesYesterday at 10:09 PM

Oh. Oh good lord no, his tail was wagging. No no no no that can't be good, he's happy about something no no no. Ever so hesitantly she dropped the barrier.

All hell broke lose and nothing went right.

SlayerYesterday at 10:11 PM

Sesshomaru still in his true form, lunged for her, completely ignoring Inuyashayelling out a new attack. Next thing he knew he had some type of metallic confetti going up his nose, which unfortunately caused the huge dog to sneeze. Right on Kagome.

imjaneeesYesterday at 10:12 PM

That was one strong sneeze because it blew the first layer of Kagome's kimono right off and now she was on her hands and knees trying to get up from the blow.

Stormie Like WeatherYesterday at 10:18 PM

Dripping with snot, Kagome shouted, "Dammit! I just want to stay clean for half a day!" She flung out her arm, pointing right at Sesshomaru and his wet nose, "I thought you were trying to help me by taking me from the shiro, but you just wanted to torture me!" She wiped her face with the back of her sleeve, getting emotional with how tired she'd become. Sunlight peaked over the horizon, and she sniffled, "I just want a bath and my fluffy robe and sham pajamas and my bed..."

SlayerYesterday at 10:20 PM

Seeing the little priestess dissolve into tears made both dog demons tuck their ears and look at the ground.

"Ah Kags dont cry! Damn it you asshole look what you did!" Inuyasha yelled at his older sibling.

Stormie Like WeatherYesterday at 10:27 PM

Sesshomaru's massive paw pushed Inuyasha into the dirt. They all knew if Inuyasha hadn't of stuck his stupid face into the middle of things, this would never have happened. With a whirlwind of power, Sesshomaru was back looking like his two legged self, covering HIS miko's shoulders with moko moko.

"Everything can wait until morning, let's get you a bath first. I look forward to washing your hair." Hair so black it gleamed blue in the sunlight, and wildly unruly, so unlike his own. He had to admit, to himself alone, how curious he was about her human but timeless attributes.

imjaneeesYesterday at 10:31 PM

They were already well away from Inuyasha's muffled screaming and right in front of a small spring when Kagome's frazzled brain finally caught up to what Sesshomaru just said, "Wait what?!"

SlayerYesterday at 10:39 PM

"Come now we will get you clean fed and to bed and we can talk in the morning."

"You're not staying while I bathe!"

"But I am Miko. Your requirements were love security and marriage. I can easily give you two of those things. I would like to try to foster the third. That means we spend time together." Sesshomaru started the massive work of unrobing his Miko. 'My god how many layers did mother dress her in."

Stormie Like WeatherYesterday at 10:42 PM

"Sesshomaru!" She tried to slap his hands away as her obi fell to the ground and he began removing the outer layer. The silks were glued together by his giant dog snot. She pouted, "This is all your fault..."

imjaneeesYesterday at 10:44 PM

It was a long and tedious process because he would not wish to scare her by ripping the clothes off of her but he was patient. For a while. It was on the last layer that Sesshomaru nearly threw his hands in the air and bash his head against the wall. His mother all but places a chastity belt on the miko and it would not come off unless the one wearing it takes it off herself.

SlayerYesterday at 10:46 PM

"Remove your last layer and get in the water. This Sesshomaru shall not peek." He turned away from the nearly naked Miko and scanned the trees wondering if his idiot of a half brother was going to show up.

Stormie Like WeatherYesterday at 10:59 PM

As soon as his back turned a loud splash resounded with a laugh he knew all too well. "InuKui! Get your hands off my miko!" He growled, turning on his heel. The sight was disturbing. InuKui had her arms around Kagome's naked body, rubbing noses.

"Uh...InuKui...if you don't mind...some space?" Kagome's face, neck, and chest were flushed red.

Walter205Yesterday at 11:03 PM

Turning around, Sesshomaru took in a eyeful before noting that Inukui was at least still wearing her blue robe of the water hamster.

imjaneeesToday at 12:11 AM

Inukui, as completely uncaring of other people's comfort to appease herself as her mother is, merely grinned at the miko.

"Don't you know, you're our sister now! Mother said you and big brother would give us new pups. Mother has been rather melancholy lately, I think she misses having pups around the shiro since there hasn't been one since I came along. But now you're here so everyone would be happy! How often can humans give birth per century though? Mother told me to ask you about this."

Good lord the girl meant well so Kagome couldn't really get mad at her, not to mention that she reminded her strangely of Rin with a feminine Inuyasha face. This was weird.

revangToday at 1:05 AM

“I- I’m not giving anyone pups!” Kagome squeaked with a furious blush. “We’re not even in love! I’m going to bathe and go home away from all of this nonsense. And when I get back, we’re going to resume our hunt for Naraku and the Shikon like we should be doing!”

Walter205Today at 9:59 AM

Later that night, Sesshomaru lay against the great tree of time, staring up at the countless stars of the night sky accented by the crescent moon. Kagome was sound asleep by his feet, taking full advantage of the furry softness that was Mokomoko in the absence of her beloved sleeping bag. Inuyasha was above him in one of the tree's limbs keeping watch, while Inukoi was curled up next to Kagome, where Shippou would normally be at.

Everyone had settled down remarkably well last night after the miko's declaration that she wouldn't be bearing pups for anyone in the hot spring. At that point everyone had taken a giant step back as they realized Kagome had gone through too much in too short a time period and that she was being driven away by their actions. After letting her bathe in peace they had fed her the fish on sticks Inuyasha had brought to the cave earlier.

While she was eating they had discussed backing off considerably on their plans and ambitions for the time being as the Miko had a lot on her mind and a lot to talk about, to all of them along with her mother in the present. It was decided to let her return home in the morning but since it was late at night she would stay with the three of them nearby before departing.

They had paid their respects to the graves of Kikyo and Kaede, the latter having passed on almost a year ago, not of old age as many thought would happen but in one of the many battles against Naraku, the Trash Prince having killed her in order to taunt Inuyasha about Kikyo's death along with hurting all of them emotionally. Kaede's death hadn't been in vain however as she had prevented Naraku from learning about the secret of the Bone Eater's Well.

#sesskag #inuyasha fanfiction #sesshomaru #kagome #crackfic #OnePostChallegeSitBoy

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interstellarflowers · 5 years

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peter parker x reader | i want you to know | chapter three

i want you to know | chapter three: his/yours

chapter one | chapter two | chapter four | masterlist

a/n hey everyone, sorry this took so long i hope you guys like it thank you for being so patient you’re all the best

t/w angsty as per usual, cursing, self-destruction

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“Didn’t anyone tell you that you have a bedtime?”

There he was again, with his jokes and his childish banter, how could he maintain such a positive front after all that’s happened?

“Didn’t anybody tell you that I’m seventeen and can make my own choices?”

“Seventeen.”

You fall silent for a moment, of course, you were aware that you were seventeen, but you were also aware that most seventeen-year-olds haven’t had to carry part of humanity on their shoulders. Most seventeen-year-olds didn’t have a company to take over, most seventeen-year-olds didn’t have a world-renowned legacy to live up to, and lastly, most seventeen-year-olds didn’t have to compete with the Spiderman for this legacy.

“...Didn’t anybody tell you that I don’t have any parents to give me a bedtime?” You choked out.

Peter shot you this-this look. You didn’t even know how to describe it. Seven different emotions flooded through his face at once and you didn’t know if you should prepare to be yelled out, completely shut down, breakdown or jump off the fucking building.

Peter doesn’t do any of this, he just sits down next to you because he’s gentle because he’s quiet because he just takes it. You detested this. You hated him for this. Why? Why would he just take it? Why is he still fucking here?

It’s quiet for a really long time. Part of you wanted to tell him that you’d go inside, that you’d go to bed. You wanted him to leave. Part of you just wanted to make a nice conversation, to make him feel better, to get rid of a silence that was no longer so comfortable. Silence was better than lying.

“I lost Mr.Stark too,” Peter looked across the city with you, “I lost him...I can’t lose you too.”

The sun was rising, Peter was getting up.

“Peter-”

“I have to go.”

“Okay.”

He was off, swinging through the tops of buildings, blending in with the sunrise.

You never really thought about it. You saw the sunrise nearly every day, but you never really saw it. You were always so caught up in yourself that you ignored it. You ignored the mango orange and the wine red crashing into each other and giving way to the sky blue. You never stopped to notice the cotton candy clouds and the way that the stars faded away into the watercolor display from above. You were too caught up in what the world had lost, you were ignoring what the world gave to all every day. You never stopped to appreciate the gift that came every day, a new day. You never appreciated the gifts that every new day had brought...

It was time to try something new.

Returning somewhere so familiar yet so unknown was always such an indescribable sensation. You ran your hand across the row of lockers that a year ago would just be a row of lockers to you, now they felt like something out of a fever dream. Fluorescent lighting was playing tricks on your eyes and the scent of the cafeteria flooded your nose along with the scent of whiteboard markers and floor cleaner. Your senses were in a frenzy and you were sure that you were seconds from breaking down-

“(y/n)? You can come in now.” The principle motions you into his office with a pitying expression on his face.

The meeting was fine. Everything went smoothly, you transferred back over into Midtown High School just fine. Everything was fine, so everything should’ve felt fine...Why didn’t you feel fine?

By the time you stepped out of the office, it was 6:54 am. Class was minutes away from being in session. The backpack that you used to wear every day suddenly felt like you were carrying a ton of bricks on your back. Everything felt so off, and that’s when you realized why. You looked around the hallways, really looked. Faces you used to see every day were unfamiliar. They all looked at you. They looked at you like you were some ghost, back from the dead, you certainly felt like it but you didn’t think that people would look at you like that. They all had these looks on their faces, indescribable, they all had such pitying and sad eyes. There were whispers. Some had something else in their eyes that made you miss the pitiful looks. It was like everything you had read online was glaring at you. It was like everything that everyone was saying was hitting you at once. It was a long walk to first-period chemistry.

Peter walked into school, another sleepless night, another restless day. Walking into school never seemed to become any easier, not when he knew what he left behind. He had left your side. He knew that you weren’t his responsibility, he knew that he didn’t have to watch you, but the thing was that that wasn’t what he was doing. You weren’t his responsibility, but you were his. On missions, you were always his teammate. On school projects, you were always his partner. In magazines, you were his alleged girlfriend. Throughout media, you were his partner in crime. Through life, no matter where you saw it or who you were hearing it from, you were always his something. He didn’t claim ownership of you, it wasn’t like that, he just missed you being by his side. He missed having your back, he missed you having his. He missed talking to you, really talking to you. He missed going to sleep and knowing that you were going to be fine. He missed knowing that you were fine.

“Peter!” Ned hurdled towards Peter out of breath, “I’ve been looking for you all morning!”

At this moment Ned takes a good hard look at Peter. He looks at the ever-darkening bags underneath his eyes, how less lively they make him look, how this isn’t the Peter he used to know, how tired he looked, how burnt out, how...gone he looked. He wanted to say all of this to Peter, he wanted to tell him. He wanted Peter to stop, he wanted Peter to rest, but he didn’t, he couldn’t bring himself to.

“What is it, Ned?”

Ned shook his head,

“It’s (y/n), did you see?”

Peter’s heart dropped into his stomach and his feet turned ice cold,

“(y/n)? Ned, what happened? I-I have to go, I have to get to her. I-”

“She’s right there!”

Peter whipped around so fast he nearly snapped his neck, There you were. You still looked tired, you still looked gone, but you were here, and that was huge. Peter broke into the biggest smile, the first real one since the end of the war,

“(y/n)!”

You turned around to meet Peter’s eyes through the hoard of kids in the hallway. Peter looked at you, your eyes were still tired, you still looked drained and you had this...sadness, that always seemed to run through you, Peter felt so lost. The last time he had seen you here you had been so happy, you looked healthy, you were smiling, you were you, but now was now, because there you were. Looking at him, and he was looking at you. You gave him a small wave and Peter raced towards you, racing a little too fast, but he didn’t care, he needed to get to you.

Peers gave you both strange looks as Peter pulled you into a big hug, others gave you sympathetic looks.

“You’re finally here! (y/n), this is huge! We have to celebrate, we-”

Peter had been so caught up in the moment that he didn’t notice your social queues. He didn’t notice your closed up posture and he didn’t notice that you weren’t hugging him back.

“Peter, please let go of me.”

“(y/n), I’m sorry, but, please-”

“Let go of me, Parker.”

Peter let go of you, shattered.

Flash stared at the scene with a malicious glint in his eye,

“Don’t you know she has a boyfriend Penis Parker, or did he leave when Daddy left?” Flash shot you a nasty look, “Did Spidey leave when Daddy left with his money? Aww, don’t cry, I’m sure Penis Parker here-”

“Shut the fuck up.” Peter glared at Flash, he had never been so done with somebody’s bullshit in his entire life.

You glared at Peter and gave him a look that said ‘Don’t.’

“Make me Parker.” Flash challenged Peter playfully as he stepped closer, he was testing Peter.

Ned shot you a look and you both nodded at one another, even after all of your absence Ned knew when you meant, he wanted the same. Peter needed to step down.

“I will.” Peter lessened the distance, Flash was playing with fire. Peter knew what he was signing up for, Flash did not. Flash was testing the wrong person.

Ned shot Peter a look that said ‘stand down,’ Peter shot Ned a look that said ‘stand back.’

You pleaded with Peter, you mouthed, “Please.” Peter looked away and brushed you off.

It all happened in a blur, it was like a nightmare, before you could even process what had happened Flash was being rushed into the nurse's office and Peter dropped his usual demeanor and was screaming. You couldn’t hear him, in fact, you couldn’t hear anyone.

It was just a broken nose, that was all it was right? No. It wasn’t just a broken nose. It was a broken nose caused by Peter. Your Peter.

a/n i hope you guys liked it! honestly i started to get super discouraged with this series and was wondering if anybody was even interested anymore since part two had significantly less notes than part one, but it doesn’t really matter even if just on person likes it, its still worth writing. sorry i as quiet for a while though something bad happened, but like i said ill get over it. comment or drop by my ask box to be added to any of my tag lists, thank you for reading!! also let me know if you guys want a playlist for this series??

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levbolton · 2 years

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Blue Period chapter 54 translation

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Spoilers below

It probably meant “hit them up” not “beat them up” 💀 haha

I guess this is the end of the little No Marks arc. What can I say, this chapter has been a strong one, probably my favourite

Looking forward to what comes next (if I am right, this is very close to the 1st semester ending, that means around June, i don’t really recall if Hashida said it was this year or the next one that the 3 expos would happen the same time (btw this really did happen this year in 2022))

I am happy to see Yatora’s growth, I hope to see the other students more too tho

Please do not reuse these pages

#blue period #yotasuke takahashi #yaguchi yatora #fuji kirio #inukai blue period #blue period manga #murai yakumo

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vixvaporub · 2 years

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Blue Period – Chapter 54 ◈ It’s a Brutal Game, Isn’t It?

#blue period #Tsubasa Yamaguchi #blueperiodedit #fyblueperiod #blue period spoilers #Manga #mymanga #manga caps #mangacap #mangaedit #manga edit #itsmangacap #seinen #seinenedit #dailyanime #anisource #animanga

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iwriteficsandmore · 5 years

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At long last

I promised it would come. And I finally had the time to finish it. The first chapter to what will eventually be my hawks x oc fic, which I’m tentatively titling “Interview with a Winged Hero”. It might seem long compared to what I usually write here, but that’s my usual length for chapters most of the time. So, here it is. Really sorry about the grammatical errors and everything, especially if it’s disrupting. It’s almost midnight and I needa get up in five hours for school, but wanted to post this before anything else.

Thing is though that it’s about 26 pages long. Can’t really post that here without making a mess.

So here’s where they’re posted on FF and AO3.

I’d really ‘preciate some input on how it’s looking :) I’m hoping to edit it in the future (if not fully on rewrite it) and get on writing the ch2 when I get time. But enough of that. I’m sure you guys need some convincing to click those, so have a little preview under the cut ♥

|Five years ago—Tokyo|

The blinding blue light of her computer screen reflected at her from the glass of red rimmed glasses, tiring her sight and making Miryoku reach underneath them to rub at her tired eyes.

Fourteen straight hours of researching online about the up and coming 'Winged Hero' and the next eight writing up a rough draft of the article snatched most of her day up without her noticing. She had gotten too into this without meaning to. Much like everything else that caught her attention, it absorbed her and blinded her to her surroundings. Even gramps knew not to bother her when she was like that and had only left her some taiyaki for her to snack on when she waved off going downstairs to properly eat dinner.

But even that small period of starvation proved useless when she had spent the last couple of hours stuck while writing. For as inspired as she had been, it proved harder the further she wrote into it. Each time she reread what she had, it only made it all the clearer how superficial it all sounded. It hadn't bothered her too much at first. It was just some lousy contest that she was writing this for after all. But she couldn't help it. No matter what it was for, this was still something she wrote. It was a piece she put heart and time into. It was something that interested her for once. And because of that, it was easily becoming a work of pride for her. As such, just any half-assed written paper wouldn't do. If she was going to do this, she was going to do it the right way.

That 'right way' though continued to elude her way into the early hours of working.

Now at 3:54 in the morning, her stomach rumbled in blatant criticism of her poor health decisions. She was dying of hunger which only added to her already carved in frustration. And surely gramps had only bought the taiyaki for dinner like he always did when she left him to fend for himself where food was concerned. There wasn't anything in the fridge either since she hadn't gone grocery shopping with how engrossed she'd become working on the dumb article. How is he still alive after living like for all these years? Resigning with a hefty groan, Miryoku leaned back in her chair to stare at the dark ceiling of her room for a minute.

"Guess konbini bento it is."

Jumping out of her chair, Miryoku snatched a spare jacket from the floor along with her wallet and quietly sprinted down the stairs of their home, making extra sure that her grandfather was asleep before shoving her shoes on and walking out the front door. Sprinting halfway there, Miryoku felt her chest burn as the icy, winter air entered her lungs finally making her continue in a brisk walk instead. Donning her jacket and pulling the hood over her hair, she adjusted her glasses that had slipped down her nose and stared up and head through the empty streets of her neighborhood.

So quiet and peaceful. Despite being a short distance from the apex of Tokyo, where her gramps lived was part of the more dilapidated part of town. More seniors lived around these parts than anything and though it had great dining options, they weren't places that meritted going without company. Which is why she thanked her lucky stars that a konbini was within fair walking distance from their house.

Miryoku didn't take long to pick out her bento and a few choice items before heading out with a hefty bag full of snacks in hand. It was while mindlessly walking ahead while struggling to put her wallet away in her back pocket that a chill ran down her spine a moment before a large hand snagged said item from her grasp.

"Hey!"

The thief didn't spare her a glance as he ran off at full speed. It took a moment of grounding herself before Miryoku sprinted after him too with her bag hanging behind her. "Get back here, you bastard!"

But keeping him in sight proved harder than she thought though with how badly in shape she was. Soon, Miryoku noticed him getting further and further away and when she thought she'd definitely lose him, she took a last ditch effort to stop him. Grabbing the bag full of snacks in both hands, Miryoku sprinted with all she had before hauling the bag and everything in it right at the thief's back. True to its aim, the heavy bag struck him and made him lose momentum but didn't make him stop.

No!

But just as she thought he'd surely get away, small flashes of red darted past the corner of her vision, the light from the streetlights making their color all the more vibrant as they caught the thief's clothes and shoved him to the ground with unbelievable strength, effectively pinning him in the street for good measure.

Miryoku stopped in her tracks, breathing heavy and shallow as she adjusted her glasses again to get a better look of what'd happened. Half her groceries were scattered on the floor, and not far from the thief her wallet itself, but what caught her attention most were the large crimson feathers that pierced through the man's clothes and deep into the asphalt street.

"Sorry 'bout that!" The carefree tone that floated above her made her turn skyward just in time to see a blur of red fall a few feet from her. Miryoku covered her face from the rush of air that fell on her and blinked at the large, crimson wings that unfurled before her as the owner turned to face her.

Amber eyes stared back at her and a satisfied smile spread across the face of the man she had spent the whole day learning about.

"Oh, here," Hawks said, sprinted up to her wallet that was the nearest thing to him and passing it on to her. "Gotta say, you're lucky I heard ya when I did otherwise there'd go your money. Nice hit, by the way, though your groceries might've suffered some casualties."

Miryoku blinked in utter disbelief as the man bend over to readily pick up the snacks that had stumbled out of the plastic bag when she threw it. Seeing him do this snapped her out of her stupor but just when she was going to help him pick the rest off the streets, she got caught off guard by the flurry of red feathers that effortlessly went about picking up the rest. In a matter of minutes, Hawks approached her with an open bag as his feather deposited the items they retrieved and passed on the full bag back to her with a grin on his face.

"Here ya go."

Carefully, she took it in her hands, thanking him under her breath and watched him from a few feet away as he dealt with the thief. Curious and without knowing, Miryoku mindlessly followed him back to the konbini where he and the cashier took care of calling the police. She honestly didn't know why she stayed behind and waited with them for the authorities to arrive but when they did and she gave her statement about what happened, Miryoku finally decided to head back home when she found him busy talking to the police. A small part of her had wanted to talk to him if even for a few minutes. Just a few words to help her out of her writer's block. But that was too much too hope for. Even she knew that. And even if the opportunity had risen, Miryoku would've no doubt spoiled it somehow with her more than lacking social skills.

Decidedly leaving the konbini behind, she stared down at her feet as she walked through the empty streets. Her mind reeled with what had just happened despite the quietness that surrounded her. The blur of red that flashed right before her eyes—it reminded her of lightning, but faster. Much, much faster.

Too fast.

"Miss, dontcha think it's unsafe to walk by yourself about what just happened to ya?"

Vibrant red blocked her vision for a moment before amber eyes met with hers. Miryoku yelped out and held a hand to her chest from the heart attack that the winged man gave her by appearing out of the blue in front of her. Mumbling under her breath, she kept looking back and forth from where she'd left the konbini behind and him questioning from where the hell he'd come from.

A bubbly chuckle came out of him as he landed before her, his huge wings tucking themselves behind him as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. Leaning on one leg, he tilted his head and grinned, "Sorry 'bout that."

"It's alright," she said. Looking back once more, she stared back at him confused. "Not to be rude but what are you doing here?"

"Oh, right!" The feathers on his wings rustled when he perked up, startling Miryoku a little from the sudden movement. "I came here 'cause I thought you'd want a ride home with the police after what happened."

"I don't need it," she quickly retorted.

"Ya just got mugged though."

"And I'm fine." Miryoku couldn't help being miffed at his insinuation. "I thank you for helping me back there but I'm not that helpless. So thanks, but no thanks about the ride. Besides, my house is pretty close by. I'll be fine getting back by myself."

Hawks' brow furrowed and his nose scrunched up as he frowned. Seemingly at odds with himself, he rubbed the back of his back for a moment before his eyes widened in realization and he smiled that goofy grin back at her again.

"Then let me walk ya back!"

"No thank you."

Not waiting for his answer, Miryoku sidestepped him and walked off on her own. That didn't last for long before she heard the soft flapping of wings following behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, she glared back at Hawks who stopped dead in his tracks, hovering a few inches off the floor as he followed behind her with a nervous grin.

"Ya don't have to give me that look."

A small tick grew on her jaw. "I already said no thanks." She gave him her back and kept walking ahead despite still hearing the soft beating of his wings as he flew behind her, "And besides, don't you have a mugger to report?"

"The cops took care of him, so my job's done where that's concerned."

"Then you should head home yourself. It's quite late to be out and about."

"I could say the same about ya, missy."

"Yeah, well…" When she couldn't come up with anything, heat rushed up her neck and to her ears. "I seriously don't need you to accompany me to my house."

"What kind of hero would I be if I didn't escort a lady like yourself?"

"One with too much time on his hands, that's for sure," she mumbled under her breath.

"Ha!" Hawks laughed finally flying beside her, his lower feathers brushing carelessly against her arm. "You couldn't be more wrong, missy."

"You really don't know when to be quiet, do you?"

"It's a gift," he coyly replied.

Miryoku couldn't help but sigh in frustration. Who in their right mind would've thought the youngest hero with an agency of his own, a prodigy of his generation, would be such a handful to deal with?

Thankfully, her house was only a short walk back and Hawks landed just at the foot of the few steps that led up to the front door of her house. Miryoku stepped back and nodded to it as she climbed the last step up, hand already on the doorknob.

"See? Not that far."

He scoffed but that grin never left his face. "It's hard for ya to say 'thanks,' isn't it?"

"No, I do," she rectified, more than peeved about that comment. "I said it before. I also said that walking me back wasn't needed. Quite a waste of your time if you ask me."

"Eh, that's kinda subjective if ya ask me." Hawks shrugged his shoulders before flapping his wings to get a good few feet off the floor. "Well, have a goodnight, missy." He saluted her with a couple of his fingers, "Be careful on your next late night stroll!"

Miryoku was about to retort at the cheeky remark but before she could, that heap of red dashed out of sight leaving nothing but the faint blur of crimson in her vision. She shook her head as she went inside and quietly headed to her room with all her food. Sitting back behind her computer, Miryoku stared at the screen where her article laid open and half written. But despite wanting to focus, she found herself thinking over and over about their small conversation in those few minutes of a stroll.

She leaned forward to cradle her chin in her hands and reread her article, his words replaying in her head as she concocted an image of the young hero.

Brash. Reckless. Chirpy.

Precocious sounds better.

"...the precocious man…"

She twirled the pocky stick in her mouth with her tongue and stopped at the sound of what she'd mindlessly spoken. Letting it sink and liking the sound of that, she bit down on the treat and stretched back before going back to typing furiously at her keyboard.

#bnha hawks #hawks #bnha #bnha fanfiction #bnha oneshot #technically speaking #a very long oneshot #boku no hero academia #bnha oc #fanfic #hawks x oc #fanfiction

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Fantastic Four Vol 1 #129

Fri Jul 26 2019 [06:34 PM] Wack'd: The Four are landing the Fantasticar when Reed and Ben both fall ill. Sue remarks that she had to finish landing procedures, and Ben makes a woman driver joke. Classy. [06:35 PM] Wack'd: This is hot off the heels of their previous adventure so it's probably fatigue from getting their asses kicked. Why it doesn't effect Sue and Johnny I have no idea [06:38 PM] Wack'd: Meanwhile Johnny's decided that he's going to move in with Crystal. He hasn't, like, talked to her about it or anything? And also a few issues ago he called not doing that the mature thing to do. So I'm not sure where this is coming from. [06:38 PM] Wack'd: I'm starting to think that writing Fantastic Four transmits memory issues [06:39 PM] Wack'd: Or maybe writing a comic book while also being the editor in chief of the company isn't such a hot idea [06:39 PM] Wack'd: Archie Goodwin never had this problem! [06:41 PM] Wack'd: So Johnny, probably remembering that the last few times he tried to fly via firepower to find Crystal it kind of wiped him out, steals a jet instead. Reed and Ben try to stop him but Sue handily clears a path by making Ben's hands invisible [06:42 PM] Wack'd: YES YES YES YES YES YES

[06:42 PM] Wack'd: (Also: Central Asia! You know, all of it!) [06:43 PM] Bocaj: The Entirety of Central Asia [06:43 PM] Bocaj: God marvel just make up countries we know you like to do it [06:44 PM] Wack'd: What's especially weird is that Inhuman City does have a canonical in-universe location! It's in the Himalayas! [06:44 PM] Wack'd: Unfortunately, in the time since Johnny was last here, Maximus took over. AGAIN. [06:45 PM] Bocaj: ffs [06:45 PM] maxwellelvis: Are we sure this isn't the same conquest he just nope'd out of last time? [06:45 PM] Wack'd: We are! [06:45 PM] maxwellelvis: That's twice in one year. [06:45 PM] Wack'd: A narration caption informs us that Maximus got overthrown in another comic [06:46 PM] maxwellelvis: What kind of bodyguards is Black Bolt hiring because they clearly need replacing [06:46 PM] Bocaj: Its nepotism [06:46 PM] Bocaj: its all cousins and stuff [06:46 PM] Bocaj: Maybe the guy called Gorgon who is actually a satyr isn't the best for the job [06:46 PM] Bocaj: We'll never know because Blackagar refuses to interview anyone else or at all [06:46 PM] Umbramatic: rip [06:47 PM] Wack'd: Johnny, in a rare display of self control, concludes that kicking ass and taking names won't get him inside the dome Maximus has erected [06:47 PM] Wack'd: And lets himself get captured [06:49 PM] Wack'd: Johnny, considering the shit you pulled the second-to-last time you were here, I feel like the answer to that question is kind of obvious?

[06:50 PM] Wack'd: Meanwhile, in the Baxter Building, Agatha Harkness offers her resignation, as only she can--with a big giant floating head message [06:51 PM] Wack'd: Bocaj, does 1973 sound about right for her tutelage of Wanda? [06:54 PM] Bocaj: 74 I think [06:54 PM] Wack'd: Huh [06:54 PM] Wack'd: Wonder what she's getting up to in 1973 that he has to quit [06:54 PM] Bocaj: Is Franklin in a coma? [06:54 PM] Wack'd: Uh [06:54 PM] Wack'd: Not to my knowledge [06:55 PM] Bocaj: People lobotomize their super genius babies so often in comics I’m not sure if this happened to Franklin or to another super genius baby [06:55 PM] Wack'd: I'd ask Agatha about this herself, but

[06:55 PM] Bocaj: I know Superman did it to his super genius baby [06:55 PM] Bocaj: Because he was jealous [06:55 PM] Wack'd: Yeesh [06:55 PM] Bocaj: Silver age Superman could be very petty [06:56 PM] maxwellelvis: Oh, SILVER age [06:56 PM] Bocaj: Along with all the mind fucking he does to his friends constantly [06:56 PM] maxwellelvis: so that wasn't an intentional homage to the Reign of the Superman story then [06:56 PM] Wack'd: Sue continues to delight

[06:57 PM] Wack'd: Ben has perhaps an outsized confidence in Reed's good intentions but they have been best friends for like two decades, so [06:57 PM] Bocaj: Sue has learned Valkyrie’s most important lesson [06:57 PM] Wack'd: Men ain't shit? [06:57 PM] Bocaj: Men ain’t shit [06:58 PM] maxwellelvis: "Men." "BOOOOOO!" [06:58 PM] Bocaj: I think she also made allusion to masturbation [06:59 PM] Bocaj: She was talking to teenagers. So she was also giving them alcohol [06:59 PM] Wack'd: Anyway Ben decides to go see Alicia but is ambushed by--well, I mean, guess [06:59 PM] Bocaj: Ninjas [06:59 PM] maxwellelvis: What a good influence that Val is [06:59 PM] maxwellelvis: Moloids [06:59 PM] Bocaj: Ninja moloids [06:59 PM] Wack'd:

[06:59 PM] maxwellelvis: Oh right [06:59 PM] Bocaj: How was I to guess that [07:00 PM] maxwellelvis: I forgot he was also an FF villain [07:00 PM] Wack'd: C'mon guys it explicitly said "Frightful Four" at the end of last issue [07:00 PM] Bocaj: Oh [07:00 PM] maxwellelvis: I forgot Sandman was part of the Frightful Four [07:00 PM] Wack'd: Also yaaaaaaay Sandman ditched that awful costume Kirby gave him [07:00 PM] maxwellelvis: I think this is the first time he's done this in his normal duds [07:00 PM] Bocaj: His costume was bad so I’m glad he’s back to his silly civvies [07:00 PM] maxwellelvis: what happened to his cornrows? [07:00 PM] maxwellelvis: Or whatever you'd call that weird Osborn hair? [07:01 PM] Wack'd: Those didn't last long--they're done by the time he got his "zoot suit" [07:01 PM] maxwellelvis: Probably because Kirby couldn't draw them. [07:02 PM] Wack'd:

[07:02 PM] Bocaj: The weird orsborn hair had John Byrne decide that sandman was Norman’s cousin [07:03 PM] Bocaj: In Spider Man chapter 1 [07:03 PM] Wack'd: Wingless Wizard and Trapster are also here [07:03 PM] Bocaj: Paste Pot Pete [07:03 PM] Wack'd: But fortunately Medusa is on hair to even the odds a little [07:04 PM] Wack'd: Two on three. Hardly a fair fight [07:04 PM] Bocaj: Frightful ... three? [07:04 PM] Wack'd: I assume there's a fourth to be introduced [07:04 PM] maxwellelvis: You'd think the others in the Frightful Four wouldn't have a problem taking on Medusa [07:04 PM] maxwellelvis: They fought alongside her, they should know how she fights. [07:04 PM] Wack'd: And also a fifth because the caption said "plus one" last issue [07:04 PM] Wack'd: max: Counterpoint: they're all dinks [07:04 PM] maxwellelvis: True [07:06 PM] Bocaj: Rate them in terms of dink [07:06 PM] Wack'd: From least to most dink: Sandman, Wizard, Pete [07:06 PM] Wack'd: ...can someone explain this joke to me

[07:06 PM] maxwellelvis: Paste Pot Pete being so lame that even Roy doesn't feel like reminding the readers of his appearances, I assume. [07:06 PM] Wack'd: Ahhhh [07:07 PM] Bocaj: He’s a good kind of lame [07:07 PM] Bocaj: Plus he’s smarter than baron Zemo [07:07 PM] Bocaj: He actually made a universal solvent so he wouldn’t say glue a ski mask to his face for twenty years [07:08 PM] Wack'd: AND HERE SHE IS, THE FOURTH OF YOUR FRIGHTFUL FOUR--THE ONE--THE ONLY--

[07:09 PM] Bocaj: Oh shit it’s Thundra [07:09 PM] maxwellelvis: Oh shit whaddup [07:09 PM] maxwellelvis: Looking at her now, Thundra almost seems like a playful rib on Wonder Woman. [07:09 PM] Bocaj: Ben don’t be sexist, give her a punch [07:09 PM] maxwellelvis: Don't know what that never occurred to me before. [07:10 PM] Wack'd: Cute

[07:10 PM] Bocaj: Right in the baby blues [07:10 PM] maxwellelvis: Only instead of fighting for truth or love or whatever, Thundra just loves to fight, period. [07:11 PM] Bocaj: Respect [07:11 PM] Wack'd: So Thundra makes short work of Ben, and Medusa, tossing her up into the air, but Ben creates a bed of dirt to toss up and catch her in midair which is wonderful nonsense [07:12 PM] Wack'd:

[07:12 PM] Wack'd: Most people are, Medusa! [07:13 PM] maxwellelvis: Wrestling Chants - Holy Shit [07:13 PM] Wack'd: So Thundra joined up because she wants Ben. For reasons. [07:13 PM] Wack'd: And so the second Ben and Medusa are laid out, infighting starts over who gets dibs on who [07:14 PM] Wack'd: But fortunately Wizard comes to his senses

[07:14 PM] Wack'd: And an ominous cliffhanger arrives that I'm sure will prove to be a lie in no way whatsoever

#1972 #Roy Thomas #John Buscema #The Main Book

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Cry Havoc Chapter 2: If You Could See Me (Part I)

ao3 || fanfiction

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III is a normal 17-year-old. If you don’t count the missing leg. Or his father, the sheriff. Or the strange dog he found in the woods. Or the strange man he met in the woods (really, anything he did in the woods). Or the family secrets he just can’t seem to put together. Or the mysterious disappearance of his mother 16 and half years ago. Or the cryptic veterinarian family friend that keeps showing up in the strangest of places. Or how wild he gets around a full moon.

So, maybe not so normal.

Hiccup hears the crackle of his father's police radio echo through the house.

"All available units to New Berk Preserve, we got a 10-54," the dispatcher recites in the same dispassionate tone she's always had. "Be advised, only half has been found."

Any internal battle Hiccup would have had about following his father into the woods again ends before it begins. Dead body in the woods. Missing half.

The full moon's light streams through Hiccup's window brightly enough he doesn't need to turn on his lamp. Toothless stirs from his bed when Hiccup starts to roll on his prosthetic liner, a telltale sign of trouble at this hour. He grumbles and stretches more luxuriously than a 177-pound tripodal behemoth should be able to before he gets up. He finds Hiccup's jeans from yesterday abandoned at the foot of the four-poster bed. With a flick of Toothless's head, the jeans fly and hit Hiccup square in the face as he's wiggling the air out of his prosthetic socket.

"Thanks, bud," Hiccup says, uncaring of Toothless's attitude. He yanks his jeans on, only taking care with the magnetic closure on the inseam around his prosthesis. Toothless's nails click-clack against the hardwood floor, and the bright red service dog harness lands beside him on the bed before he can jam his foot into his adidas high top.

They both freeze when they hear Stoick's heavy footsteps pass the bedroom door. His normally booming voice is as hushed as he can make it as he relays instructions to his deputies over the phone. The front door opens and shuts, and they spring back into action, their routine practiced and precise from the go-bag in the back of the closet to the jeep keys hanging by the door.

The jeep awaits them as it always does, and they take off.

Hiccup parks a mile away from the entrance. Toothless has his head sticking out the window, and he's scenting the air before the jeep is even parked.

The search dogs bark restlessly at the main gate, but Toothless doesn't waver from his task of leading Hiccup through the trees. It's an exercise of trust. Hiccup's flashlight serves only to illuminate twigs or stones that would pull his legs out from under him. The leash hooks them together at the belt and the harness. He's not quite sure what scent they're following—for all he knows, it could be a rabbit or squirrel—but feeling the uncharacteristically cool air settle around them in a fine mist is liberating enough that he can't bring himself to care.

Toothless leads him onto an old path, well-worn but overgrown and blocked in places. It strikes a chord of remembrance that Hiccup can't place. They keep walking, the voices of the search party growing quieter and quieter behind them. Toothless is determined, but at every obstacle he turns to watch Hiccup pass it successfully. The house at the end of the trail knocks Hiccup breathless.

"More of a mansion, really," he says to Toothless, but he doesn't bother to explain the root of the thought. Its walls are charred black, the glass of the windows shattered and boarded up. The roof slopes down in the middle, and an assortment of lichens and mosses are splotched around. "At least it used to be."

Toothless whirls around, a growl starting deep within him and pointed at something behind Hiccup, leaving him scrambling to find the source of Toothless's ire.

"This is private property, kid," a voice says from within the thicket. A tall, dark-haired man maybe a handful of years older than Hiccup himself steps out, and a spark of recognition ignites in the back of Hiccup's mind, although he's sure he would remember someone with a face tattoo.

"Sorry," Hiccup says in his best unassuming voice. "We're just looking for something."

"I'll bet you are," the man scoffs, and it's an accusation.

Toothless growls again, tugging at the lead with his hackles up and his head lowered. He puts himself between Hiccup and the man, who seems unconcerned with the fierce protectiveness of the unholy offspring of a Newfoundland and a German Shepherd. When Toothless glances back to make sure Hiccup is safely behind him, Hiccup swears he sees those strange green eyes glowing.

"Is that thing always like this?" the man asks with a scowl.

"Where are our manners? I'm Hiccup Haddock," he says wryly, noting the recognition in his eyes at his last name, "and this is Toothless." He gestures to him in a dramatized sweep.

"Hmm. He definitely has teeth." The man's eyes never leave Toothless.

"So everyone reminds me."

"Eret," Eret says after a beat. "Eret Eretson."

Hiccup resists the urge to comment on his name. It has never worked out well for him. The name Eretson, however, rings a bell strongly enough to jog a memory of his father's work.

"Eretson, like the Eretson House fire?" he asks. Eret's face screws farther into its scowl, etching heavy creases.

"What's it to you, Haddock?" Eret spits his name at his feet like it leaves a bad taste in his mouth. "You think I don't know exactly who your daddy is?"

His hostility is matched when Toothless doubles down, but Eret steps forward anyway, backing him up into Hiccup's legs.

"You think I don't know exactly what—" he cuts off with a heavy sniff. "Does your father know you're a werewolf?"

"A—what?" Hiccup splutters.

Eret's hazel eyes change in an instant, glowing a bright ice blue. Hiccup freezes. Eret bares his teeth to reveal fangs where Hiccup was sure human teeth had been before. He feels Eret's growl deep in his chest. It bores a hole in his gut, and he can feel his own teeth changing in his mouth.

As quickly as the confrontation begins, it's over. Eret steps back again and pulls his phone out of his pocket, holding the camera in front of Hiccup. His teeth match Eret's, but his eyes glow yellow-gold instead of blue.

"A werewolf," Eret says. His head snaps to his left, and Toothless redirects his anger to exactly where Eret is looking. "You don't know how to fight, do you?" His voice curls up hopefully.

"Fight what?" Hiccup feels panic spread through him while he touches the tips of his fangs—his fangs—and his feet unfreeze, but the only thing he can do is take a couple steps back from Eret, pulling Toothless with him. There's a black smoky mist rising from his fur, leaving Hiccup to wonder just how many pieces of the puzzle he'd been missing.

"Untie the dog."

"What? Why?" He knows he sounds stupid, but his head is spinning from all the information being hurled at him at once.

"He'll protect you."

Against his better judgement, Hiccup listens. Before he can consider regretting that decision, a huge black creature with glowing red eyes stalks out of the thicket. The roar it gives is ten times more powerful than Eret's. Hiccup's feels his fingernails turning into claws.

"What is that?" he asks around his fangs.

"An Alpha," Eret says. "An angry one. Run."

Before he gets the chance, the monster rushes at him. The impact knocks him back hard into a tree. As the monster gears up to attack again, Toothless and Eret launch themselves at it in a strangely elegant attack.

"Run, kid!" Eret shouts.

Hiccup obeys.

Hiccup's heart pounds in his ears. His legs move far more quickly than they ever have before. His body feels brand new to him, but he doesn't take the time to revel in it as he escapes. He becomes aware of Toothless catching up to him, and he allows the relief to pour over him. A tree branch comes up too quickly for him to dodge, and the shoe on his prosthesis catches underneath it, sending him sprawling into an all-too-familiar gully.

When his eyes open, he is face-to-face with the clouded, unseeing eyes and frozen slack jaw of a corpse. He can't stifle the yelp that escapes him. Toothless completely ignores the body—or rather, the half body—as he pulls Hiccup up by the backpack, helping him to right himself. With Toothless helping, it takes seconds to get out of the gully that Hiccup never would have escaped if he were on his own. Such are the benefits of having a service dog bigger and strong than it's 'master,' Hiccup supposes as Toothless barks a clear hurry up message at him.

The search party gets louder and closer as they run, but Hiccup's adrenaline is starting to flag. His body is giving out. He needs to stop. Toothless keeps going as Hiccup leans against a tree, sinking down to the ground. He thinks he must have blacked out for a second, because when he opens his eyes, Toothless is licking his face.

And his father is standing over him.

"Hey, Dad," he huffs, still out of breath. He points back where they came from. "I found the other half of the body. It's that way." His dad just scowls.

"You're grounded, Hiccup."

The first day of school is always a rough one for Hiccup and Toothless. As if it weren't enough that he has to tell every freshman in the school not to pet his service dog, everyone else seems to forget the rule as well. Toothless, for his part, is not particularly amenable to being touched by anyone that's not Hiccup while he's working, and most of the time his cat-like glares are enough to put them off when he's curled around Hiccup's shoes.

This one is a whole new ballgame. They're both exhausted from the night before, and Hiccup is still reeling. It takes everything he has not to excuse himself to the bathroom just to watch his fangs and claws protract and retract over and over and over, and first hour hasn't even begun yet.

A phone rings when he sits down for first period English, and its shrill notes drill into his brain. None of the students filing in seem to even notice as he searches for the source of the pain, and even Toothless is unbothered as he sits watch. The ringing stops mid-melody.

"Three calls on my first day is a bit much, Mom," a girl's voice says breezily. Movement outside the window catches Hiccup's eye, and he spots Astrid Hofferson sitting outside on the bench. Talking on the phone. He doesn't believe he's really hearing her until she digs around in her bag. "Ugh," she says into the phone, and he can see her mouth form the words. "I can't believe I seriously forgot a pen on my first day. No, please don't drive down here. I gotta go, Mom, love you."

"Mr. Haddock," Mrs. Ack calls. "Something interesting out there?" Hiccup's face catches fire. On the chalk board is written "Kafka's Metamorphosis," and he realizes he missed the bell and the greeting.

"Uh, no, ma'am,' he says. "Sorry."

The class is well into the syllabus when the door opens to reveal Astrid with the vice principal. Hiccup is well into not paying attention, but he tunes in when he sees her.

"Class," the vice principal says, "this is Astrid Hofferson. Some of you may already know her."

And Hiccup tunes out again, his eyes never leaving Astrid's face. She catches him staring, but before he can look away, she smiles at him. The only open seat is right in front of him.

He holds up an extra pen in front of her as she sets her notebook on the desk. Her smile burns a hole in his brain.

"Thanks," she whispers, and he just catches the tail end of her confused face before he goes back to pretending to take notes.

Maybe this won't be all bad, he thinks.

Astrid's locker is, of course, right between Ruffnut's and Snotlout's. Hiccup watches from his own locker as she falls right back in with them as if no time has passed since third grade.

"Hey, Astrid," Snotlout says, "the lacrosse team has a party every Friday night at the twins' house. You wanna come?" Hiccup nearly jumps out of his skin when it sounds like they're right next to him.

"I wish I could," Astrid answers. "Friday is family night."

"She's been back, what, five minutes?" Fishlegs says next to Hiccup. "And they're already all chummy again. How's that?"

"Cause she's pretty and perfect and Astrid," Hiccup replies distractedly.

"Oh, come on," Fishlegs whines. "You're not still crushing on her, are you?" Hiccup scrunches up his face.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he lies. "Are you gonna be home tonight? I've got a project I want to run by you."

"After lacrosse practice. You can wait if you want. How do you have a project already? It's the first day."

"It's a personal thing." Hiccup finally breaks his gaze off Astrid to look at Fishlegs, who snorts and rolls his eyes.

"Okay, weirdo."

The paint on the lacrosse field is all but gone, but the bleachers have a fresh coat of currant red over the designs in preparation for the upcoming season. Hiccup sits on the edge sketching in a notebook, and Toothless lounges belly-up. His harness lays forgotten by Hiccup's backpack.

Before he lost his leg, Hiccup was on the lacrosse team. He never played in a real game except when they were winning by an insane margin, and he only joined to impress his father. The amputation provided a convenient excuse to quit playing a game that had given him several broken bones.

"Hey," Astrid's voice says beside him. "Is this seat taken?" He freezes.

"Uh," he drones. "Yeah, uh, I mean, no, it's free. Not taken. Totally available for whoever wants to—"

"Great," she cuts him off. If she hadn't, he knows he would have kept going. "I kind of need to talk to you."

"Me?" he squeaks. She's just as beautiful as he remembers—more so, probably, and it throws him off.

"Who else?"

"Uh…"

"That was rhetorical, Hiccup," she says, and she's smiling. It knocks the wind out of him. Her hair is white-gold in the sunlight and her eyes the color of his aunt's hydrangea. He's aware that his answering smile is probably—no, definitely—totally dorky. "I just wanted to thank you, again." Toothless wakes up with a jolt and wiggles his way to his feet ridiculously, pushing his head into Astrid's lap. Her laugh sounds like music.

"Thank me?" He snaps out of his daze. Her nose crinkles for half a second.

"Yeah, I mean, if you hadn't gone looking for me that night, I probably would've, like, died of exposure, or something, so," she keeps going, but Hiccup just watches the way her words shape her face, the way her freckles move with her lips until what she's saying dawns on him.

"You were the jogger in the woods two years ago," he realizes. Her posture deflates. She grimaces.

"Yeah," she says with a frown. "And if they hadn't found you, they wouldn't have found me. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have lost your leg." Hiccup thinks about it for a second.

"I wouldn't have Toothless, either," he reasons. Toothless is still trying to wriggle onto Astrid's lap subtly, as if he isn't approximately a million times her size. She laughs again. "I'd trade a leg for him any day. All three of us were in the woods that night. We all needed help. It was just the universe working out for us."

"Look out!" Fishlegs calls from the field, and time slows down. The ball is headed straight for Astrid's face, but Hiccup has all the time in the world to catch it. It's almost too easy. His hand stops the ball two inches from her nose. Her jaw drops, her hand finding its way to his shoulder. A current runs between them, pulling them in closer together. She glances at the watch on her wrist and snaps to attention.

"I have to go," she says, standing up suddenly. "My mom's picking me up, like, three minutes ago."

"Wait, Astrid!" Hiccup calls as she starts away. She turns. "Can you get out of family night on Friday? I hear there's a party."

She grins, and he grins back.

"Family night was a lie," she admits. He raises his eyebrows in expectation. "Pick me up at seven."

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300 Fox Way - let’s unpack the household a bit

One thing I want to take a closer look at regarding 300 Fox Way in The Raven Cycle is what the composition of the household actually is, and what their history and relationship dynamics are because it’s not all that clear. And I just love them all so much, and love the idea of the house and household so much, so I just wanna know everything we can possibly know about them!

Here are some things we know, or can assume or guess, about the makeup and personal dynamics of 300 Fox Way:

Maura, Calla, and Persephone came together from separate points and formed the 300 Fox Way household when they were fairly young (or at least when Maura and Calla were young - Persephone’s age, like everything else about her, is pretty vague and there are hints that no one really knows how old she is which makes me think she might be older than the rest)

At some point in time Jimi joined the household, and was either already with Orla then, or Orla was born there, or possibly Orla at some point lived elsewhere and joined her mom and the others later in life. All we know for sure is that Orla had been there are least since her teen years as per BLLB chapter 30: “Orla had gone through a period in her teens of telling everyone what their auras said about them. She had told Blue that her aura had meant she was short. She had been a pretty awful teenager.”

Also, Orla is at least 21 years old, as that’s the reason given for Gansey asking her along on the boat trip. I’m guessing she can’t be much older than that since she is continuously flirting with teenage boys and this isn’t seen as particularly creepy, and she also still has a pulse on the high school social scene.

Side note: in BLLB chapter 13, Blue says that Orla “was still friends or ex-girlfriends with her entire class” - paying attention to word choice here, it doesn’t say friends or ex-friends, nor friends or ex’s. Is Orla bi? Did she date girls in high school? Food for thought.

Blue was born into the household, and we get the sense that all of the above mentioned women were around since she was a small child and helped in the raising of her. I would guess the same would be true of Orla, and that these two were raised more or less as siblings, hence their sibling-like rivalry with one another. What cracks me up is the sibling-like relationship Maura and Orla seem to have! Maura is often snotty towards Orla, which may or may not be due in part to her motherly protectiveness of Blue. But it also seems their personalities clash a bit - Maura liking to be in charge and Orla liking to go rogue.

Neeve comes to stay with them at the start of The Raven Boys, and after she’s gone and they find Gwenllian she joins the household.

Artemus is the only male we ever hear about living at Fox Way

Although The Gray Man does seem to stay overnight sometimes

It also seems that Orla often entertains men

There are possibly other women who live at Fox Way, or who have at one point in time lived there, or who stay there sometimes, or who just come and go a lot during the day.

These possible people are maybe related to Maura and Jimi, or maybe to others of the household, or maybe are just referred to as family due to emotional closeness.

Jimi is Maura’s sister - most likely full sister as Blue makes a point of referring to Neeve always as a half-aunt and Jimi as just an aunt

Blue also never refers to Calla or Persephone as aunts in the way you might call a close family friend an aunt, so I think Blue is very precise about what she calls her family members. So Jimi is a full aunt, Neeve is a half-aunt, Orla is a cousin, and there may or may not be other aunts and half-aunts and cousins around.

The reason I say maybe about other family members/household members is that while Blue is precise about what she calls her family members, she also definitely does exaggerate when it comes to counting the people who live in or hang out in her house. Hence, it’s difficult to tell exactly who all might live there or be there a lot.

Some of the things Blue says about the makeup of her family/household:

TRB chapter 1: “In Blue’s intensely clairvoyant family, she was a fluke, an outsider to the vibrant conversation her mother and aunts and cousins held with a world hidden to most people.” - this seems to imply that she has multiple cousins, in addition to multiple aunts, although Orla is the only cousin she ever names.

TRB chapter 3: “There was school for Blue and work for some of the more productive (or less intuitive) aunts...” - again the implication of multiple aunts, unless Blue is referring to all of the adult women in the house as aunts in this instance.

Side note about jobs in the household: We know that Calla has a job outside the house working some kind of office job at Aglionby Academy. Orla seems to be in charge of the psychic hotline she put in, Neeve had her books and TV show, Persephone had her PhD work, and Jimi apparently has a job that requires her to sometimes have a night shift but I don’t believe we’re told what that is. It’s not clear what, if anything, Maura might have done beyond the readings or if any of the other possible inhabitants of the house had outside jobs.

TRB chapter 19: “Inside, every room was occupied with cousins and aunts and mothers.” - an example of Blue presumably exaggerating the number of people in the house.

Then again in chapter 20: “There are three hundred and forty-two people who live in this house and they all want to be in this room.” - A clear exaggeration this time lol

In TRB chapter 22, Blue refers to Neeve as “one of” her half-aunts, and since she only ever refers to Jimi as an aunt, we’re meant to think she has other half-aunt’s out there too. This makes me wonder - from the same side of the family as Neeve or from the other parent? How many?

TDT chapter 26: “She stepped over two small girls (she wasn’t certain who they belonged to) playing with tanks in the middle of the hall and snuck past a sort of possible second cousin carrying two lit candles.” - none of this is described as being out of the ordinary and implies a few things -

small girls can often be found playing in the house - relatives? relatives of other household members? friend’s kids? client’s kids? did the girls bring the tanks or does Fox Way keep tanks around for little girls who come over to play with?

a possible second cousin means there are, in fact, other relatives hanging about. Assuming it is a second cousin, that would be Maura’s cousin? On Neeve’s side or the other side? How many second cousins does she have? Blue is always so casual about all of this - just gobs of female relatives and family friends so she doesn’t even bother finding out exactly who they are or how she’s related to them like?! Come on - help me out here Blue!

BLLB chapter 17: “Plus, Trinity - Jimi’s sister or cousin or friend - had brought over about one thousand little cousins or something to make soap.” - Blue, being vague as always, also exaggerating again. But aha! Another named family member of some kind.

If Trinity is possibly Jimi’s sister or cousin, but not Maura’s, would that make her a half-sister or half-cousin and my hypothesis that Jimi is Maura’s full sister is wrong? My guess is that Trinity is a close friend of Jimi’s who is like family the way Calla and Persephone are like family. But who knows!

Gansey also says, in BLLB chapter 43, “He found Calla and Jimi and Orla and two other young women he didn’t recognize in the kitchen.” Again, the implication that there are multiple women who are a part or semi-part of this household who are not named/generally talked about. Relatives? Family friends? Neighbors? Clients?

We’re not sure about where any male relatives (other than Artemus eventually) might be, but Blue quips in TDT chapter 13 that “It’s like boot camp. They can’t hack it. Poor things.” Presumably none of the women of Fox Way who have had children have had sons, but what about the fathers or uncles or male cousins, etc,? Not even any close male friends (at least until the Gangsey enter Blue’s life)?

We’re also not sure what happened to Blue’s grandmothers, but in the same chapter as the above quote about the men in the family, Blue tells Gansey they both died and that her mom always said they’d died of meddling. This is clearly not a serious answer, so that leaves more questions.

300 Fox Way and things related to it are often referred to in terms of belonging to Maura or to “the Sargent’s” - this could be due to Blue’s own perspective, or perhaps because Maura is the unofficial head of the household, or because there are more Sargent’s than non-Sargent’s in the household (Maura and Blue for sure, and presumably Orla and Jimi share the same last name although this is never specified). Examples:

The car:

TRB chapter 6: “His watch looked as if it cost more than her mother’s car...” - not the family car, or the household car as it is sometimes described. Does Maura own the car and everyone gets to use it, or is this just a nice shorthand?

TRB chapter 43 - Calla says that Neeve “scuttled the car” - this time it’s more generically referred to as just the car.

TDT chapter 48 - “Calla removed the keys to the Fox Way car from her pocket.” - from Blue’s pov, it is now the Fox Way car and not her mother’s, but could this be because her mother is currently missing and/or because Calla was the one driving it at the time?

TDT chapter 54 - described as “the shared Fox Way vehicle.”

The house:

TDT chapter 6 “Sitting on the floor of her mother’s kitchen, Blue glared up at her older cousin.” - her mother’s kitchen might imply that Maura owns the house, or, as with the car example, might just show that Blue thinks of household things as belonging to her mom.

None of the women at Fox Way were born in town or on the corpse road - so they’re all imports to the community. We know Maura (so presumably Jimi and possibly Neeve although it seems she did not grow up with Neeve) hails from West Virginia, but I don’t think we get any clues about where the other ladies come from originally. Jimi and Orla go to stay with friends in WV towards the end of TRK, which is further implication that they’re from the same area as Maura, and likely Maura and Jimi grew up together as siblings.

The Bedroom situation:

Persephone has her own room -

TRB chapter 11 “Persephone was a poor but energetic sleeper; her midnight shouting and nocturnal leg paddling ensure she never had to share a room.”

Blue has her own room - her room is described many times as only hers, never a mention that she shares it or has ever shared it with anyone. She has privacy there and autonomy to decorate it as she wishes.

Maura has her own room

TDT chapter 57 “The Gray Man checked out of Pleasant Valley Bed and breakfast and placed his suitcase just inside the door of Maura’s bedroom.”

Also the prologue of BLLB has Blue and Calla going through the things in Maura’s room.

Orla - does she have her own room? If not, who does she share with?

Neeve, and then Gwenllian, lived in the attic by themselves. Artemus lived in the kitchen closet by himself (ha!).

Calla and Jimi share a room - this is at first posed as owing to there not being a lot of rooms in the house, but it seems as if everyone else has their own room. You’d think that if anyone was going to be forced to share, it would be the children - Orla and Blue. So why Calla and Jimi? Why doesn’t one of them live in the attic if it’s habitable? Couldn’t one of them taken over the phone/sewing/cat room? We know there is some story about Jimi having had once punched Calla. We know Jimi is normally very sweet and compassionate. We know that Calla is a fighter and generally a gruffer person. There are perhaps some hints that Calla is gay? So? Are Calla and Jimi lovers? WHY IS THIS NEVER TALKED ABOUT! I need this, Maggie!

Some other random tidbits:

From the Christmas short story, we see that they celebrate the holiday in their usual hodgepodge way of accommodating all of their various personality and cultural background differences. There is of course a lot of pagan-influenced stuff. From Persephone’s Estonian background we have the hay under the Christmas tree. There are lots of sort of traditional Christmas things such as lights around the windows outside and fruitcake. But there are also mentions of some Kwanzaa traditions such as the black, red, and green flag pointing east. This leads me to believe that all of the headcanons about at least one person in the household being black is not just a headcanon. I think there is enough evidence that Calla is black for this just to be canon at this point. I personally think of both Jimi and Orla as being described in ways that lead to them very plausibly being black, as well. Whether this makes Maura and Blue black as well depends somewhat on if you agree with my hypothesis that Jimi and Maura are full siblings. As a white lady, take anything I say on this matter with a hefty grain of salt, but I definitely read Calla as black and the Sargents as quite possibly not-white. Persephone, otoh, is pasty as shit.

I’ve got a whole thing about the physical descriptions of the house to make at some point, as well as a Maura/Calla/Persephone friendship analysis, some fun Orla/Blue sibling meta, some Blue and her mom’s stuff, and there will be more about FW whenever I get around to making my “questions I still have/mysteries yet unsolved” post. Any requests??

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