#but those seem more out of character and also breaking the egg would end his quest anyway since he would have nothing
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Poll adventure (paventure? lol) Day 12: read the small story tidbit below the poll for more details, OR just vote based on initial impression
(✦ see past poll results + further information HERE (link) ✦)
Yesterday's poll decided that The Adventurer should rest for the night in an abandoned barn ...
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Somewhat nervous about being out in the woods alone at night, he decides to try finding a more hidden sleeping spot, further off from the path. Though with his injuries, and his exhaustion, he knows he shouldn't walk too far. He tells himself that he'll just adventure a little, only an hour or so, and if he can't find anything better by then, he'll just give up and set a tent in some bushes somewhere......
After 30 minutes, he finally stumbles across an old barn. He can't see it very well with just a trickle of moonlight and the dull glow of his flickering lantern, but it seems to have not been used for many years. Structurally sound enough (at least he hopes), yet shrouded in moss and blankets of various overgrowth..
It takes a few moments to pluck away all of the ivy blocking his path, but he soon closes the rickety doors behind him to focus on the interior. There's no space to light a fire or set up a real tent, and he'll have to block a few holes in the walls so wild animals don't sneak in, but, there are a few surprisingly clear looking sections scattered amongst all the musty hay bales and cobwebs. He chooses a "cozy" spot in the corner, hidden behind a few dusty crates. Though he tosses about uncomfortably in his bedding for quite a while, he's eventually able to fall into a peaceful sleep.….....
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Suddenly, he's startled awake by rustling, catching a dark blurred movement in front of him. He's smart enough to always sleep wearing his backpack over his chest so nobody could just grab it without him noticing, but it seems for the first time in all his travels... someone is actually trying to. Still half asleep, he clings to the bag and yelps, pushing and tumbling away into a moldy wooden barrel after an initial struggle. He pulls himself up to face the hooded figure now looming above him, entirely obscured aside from their vague cloak-ish shape outlined by the faint moonlight behind them..
The Adventurer calls out in a shaky attempt at an aggressive tone, "Wh-wh.. whAT are YOU DOIng? WHo-whu..UHHH??? aahhhG"
"Give me the bag." The hooded figure speaks in a smooth, stern, yet calm voice, slowly taking a step forwards. The cat scrambles to The Adventurer's side, hissing and giving a low growl..
"w-WELL , uh,, sORRY , n-NO , I would rrrather not DO THAT, I h-- I uh-- I don't have even anythi- I don't even have ANYTHING, I mea- wh-wh HWaAt d-do I look RICH to you?? EUggh-" he gulps loudly, holding back nervous vomit, "B-BACK OFF!! you-.. f- uh.. THIEF!!!!!"
The hooded figure pauses for a moment, as if re-strategizing how to approach the situation. "Look, kid, I don't want to hurt you. But I need you to give me that egg."
"WHWh-what egg? I-I don.. DON'T have an EGG, I'm uh…aCTUALLY a-allergic to eggs, s-sso-"
"The egg that's in a wooden box. In your bag. Don't waste your time bullshitting me.. Come on, let's make this quick." The hooded figure extends their arm, motioning to be handed the egg.
Still desperately fighting not to throw up everywhere, The Adventurer simply sits on the floor, staring up at the hooded figure blankly as he tries to think.. Is he seriously being robbed for the first time? Is that like, a cool milestone, or a bad one? He's read about it in adventuring books before but... the reality feels so much different.. How can he get out of this? Strategies scatter through his mind, but he's too shaken to find any clear answers.. What should he do?
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Additional Information
the adventurer's current main quest: follow his map to reach the abandoned castle ruins and see the rare animal specialist about the mysterious egg he has
#paventure posting#poll#polls#choose your own adventure#for the record - if he had gone to the stranger's cottage. walked all the way to the villiage. or kept walking all night. the hooded figure#wouldnt have had a safe place to corner him and would have had to wait for another day. all the other options#(abandoned barn. sleep out in the woods. etc.) would lead to the same thing#The dice lady was letting him know someone has been following him. perhaps multiple someones#I was also going to include the options 'threaten to blow up the entire barn with magic and then nobody gets the egg'#and an option for him to just throw the egg on the ground and break it#but those seem more out of character and also breaking the egg would end his quest anyway since he would have nothing#to bring the Innkeeper's brother anymore lol#also a 'tell the cat to attack the robber' option but I was afraid too many people would choose that thinking it was#funny or a cool way out of the situation when like.. realistically the cat would get hurt actually and I don't want to endanger them#or have to write about them getting harmed lol. WHICH I know is a choice. I could be like 'wow the cat is actually a#magical cat and they explode the person and win hooray!' . but it feels too far fetched given the hooded stranger's background#they're not going to be like completely incapacitated by one small cat#things must be goofy and silly and fantasy but also.. underlying realism to an extent#I held back on not making him get more injuries after sailing down a river in a dinky little raft because I really think thats probably#quite dangerous hjknjk. I stated it was a very slow moving river specifically to make it seem a little more plausible but#I feel like in real life the current would just smash your raft into a rock in like 10 minutes lol#ANYWAY.. uh oh. boy in danger!#he can get out of it though. I believe in him#somehow an unskilled swagless penniless nervousboy can still make his way in the world#(he does have SOME skills ghhgh.. just like. not really adventuring suited ones. since he just started adventuring like#less than a week ago and has no training or practical experience aside from reading a lot of storybooks)#also I know his belt thing is on the wrong shoulder... shhhh... I still don't feel good and drew very quickly and am not#going back to make changes lol
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following up on this post i made the other day
Ninjago Dragons Rising Season 2a spoilers below
Arin is going through the ringer in season two. Which, I’m not complaining about—I love angst and seeing characters go through pain, because that’s how they grow to become stronger. You can’t make an omlette without breaking a few eggs, and whatnot.
But Arin is a passenger on the struggle bus and it gets a bit painful to watch, at some points.
It’s clear that, by the end of season one, he feels like he’s fallen behind Sora and Wyldfyre’s training; after all, he’s still the only one without an elemental power, and he’s only been able to successfully do his object Spinjitzu a few times, and all of those times were when someone he cared about was in danger. So when Season 2A starts up, and Arin struggles multiple times with just defeating the Bad Guys by himself, it’s obvious that the writers of Ninjago Dragons Rising are setting up something for him.
I’d talked about it in my previous analysis, but I do enjoy how Arin and Sora are pretty interesting as character foils. People have talked about how the dragon imagery with Sora conflicts with the growing Oni imagery given to Arin and how dragons and oni don’t mix; to be honest, I’ve never seen the last seasons of Ninjago, so I’m only picking up that lore from other posts, but I think that it’s interesting how Arin and Sora are developing together in opposite directions.
Sora is, obviously; getting stronger. She’s reached her True Potential, after all. While she doesn’t learn Spinjitzu in Season 2A, it’s obvious that she’s going to have it down by the second half of the season, maybe whipping it out in the finale just like her TP in the S1 finale. She’s also become a bit stronger, and a bit more optimistic. She’s developed Elemental Mech for the other Ninja, and her control over her tech powers have only grown since we’ve last seen these characters.
Arin, on the other hand, is almost getting weaker? Or, perhaps, he’s stagnating in his growth. He hasn’t been able to perform object Spinjitzu since the S1 finale, and is constantly getting beat up by the other bad guys. He gets beat by Cinder. He gets beat by Lord Ras. He’s only able to somewhat defeat what’s-her-name because Riyu is on his side and she’s kinda weaksauce anyway. (I know her name is Jordana; this is meant to be a joke.) He can’t protect Bonzole from being taken by Lord Ras and used.
He is going through the gutter this season, my poor blorbo.
I think Sora “helping” Arin in the final fight by using her elemental power to mimic his object Spinjitzu was nice of her; but it’s going to lead to a fight, I’m sure. The writers seem to be setting Arin up for what looks like some sort of corruption arc.
You know the story. A character is left behind by their “friends”, and is adopted into the bad guy troupe. They commit a few crimes, maybe go a bit too deep into the rabbit hole, but they come to their senses and defect back to the good side, now a bit spicier with a bit more trauma. It’s a fine and fun story to write. It puts characters into uncomfortable positions. The good guys have to reckon with the fact they left one of their own behind, and their own defected to the bad side. The bad guys have to deal with turning this goody-two-shoes into an Actual Villain, which has varying levels of success.
But I don’t think they should do this with Arin.
Would Arin make a terrifying bad guy? He’s a ninja super-fan; he knows all of their weaknesses. He would be absolutely terrifying as a bad guy.
But, I’ll be honest: I don’t think he has it in him.
Now, the writers could do something big to him, and he could defect and join the bad guys, but I don’t think that could be as fun as the other possible arc Arin could go through, that I think would be ten times more interesting;
I think Arin should quit being a ninja.
Not forever. But temporarily.
One of the biggest things in the show is the phrase “ninja never quit”—the ninja are trained to be determined to see things through to the end. To keep fighting for the good of Ninjago, and the newly merged realms. They have hundreds of thousands of people relying on them, they can’t quit in the face of evil.
They say it multiple times. It’s their motto, their theme; they don’t quit, no matter how hard it gets. When Kai gets locked in the cursed hell in-between space (forgot the name of it), he’s not going to quit until he gets back home. When the ninja train to learn the Rising Dragon technique, they don’t quit training, trying to figure it out, even as they run out of time.
But Arin? Well, Arin’s been trying to follow the motto, but it looks like the world has decided to beat the crap out of him constantly no matter what. He keeps getting beat up. He keeps losing to the bad guys the other ninja could beat with little issue.
I think Lord Ras says it the best;
“I stopped you as easily now as the first time we met. I was weak like you, once...”
Arin’s not progressing as a ninja; in fact, he might be degressing, a bit. He gets knocked down a fang when training with the dragons because his Spinjitzu is too raw and uncontrolled. He can’t figure out his object Spinjitzu. He’s going through the motions of being a ninja, but getting beat up at every turn, and everyone has these great Elemental powers, and Arin’s just… Well, he’s just Arin.
Honestly, going through all of that, I’d be thinking about quitting, too. It would just be easier to hang up the towel and call it a day. It’d be a lot less painful. He wouldn’t have to worry about the fate of the world, he could just return to The Crossroads, or maybe he could quit and focus on trying to find his parents.
But I think he should quit. Full-stop. For a few episodes.
It’d be great to explore what would happen to Arin for a few episodes, maybe even though he quits, he can’t stop trying to help people and save them from danger. How even though he doesn’t have an elemental power, he can still do great things. Learn how to be great himself.
It’d also be great to see how the other characters react to Arin’s decision to quit. Stories are built upon the interaction and conflict between characters, which drive character growth and plot. Sora would try to drag him back, obviously; either Arin or one of the older ninja would make it clear that it would be wrong to drag him back to a world he doesn’t want a part in. They’d all be shocked, of course. Maybe hurt, betrayed—ninja never quit, right?
But what if a ninja did quit?
Arin is the most interesting character in the Dragons Rising series. He’s a relatable individual for many old Ninjago fans, and represents that audience, a bit. He’s living the dream of becoming a ninja that many of us could never be. But he also keeps getting beat up by the bad guys, he can’t control his Spinjitzu, or do his special thing, and he doesn’t have an elemental power (yet; I see what you’re doing with the Source Dragon of Motion, writers). He’s the odd one out, the black sheep of the ninja.
If the story keeps beating him down, well, maybe he just needs to quit, in order to find himself again, and build himself back up, either on his own, or with the help of his friends.
Ninja never quit, of course. He’ll find his way back to Team Ninja eventually. But maybe… Maybe ninja need break?
(No, that doesn’t work as well.
Eh, whatever.)
Ninja never quit permanently.
He’s one of the main characters. He’ll get dragged back into the plot whether he likes it or not.
#ninjago#ninjago dragons rising#ninjago dr#ninjago analysis#ninjago dragons rising analysis#ominouswriting
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Since I'm already there, your thoughts on The Collector? They seemed to be a very interesting Character with many theories around them. One of which is, that they were a failed Kingsmold. But how came, that that one Bug got their Hands onto them. And what could be your idea of the Collectors obsession with the Grubs?
Yeah I could see them being a failed Kingsmould, since in the AU the Kingsmould were the initial vessel experiment I think it'd make sense if there was a notable failure that refused to disintegrate. Ironically, I like to think that it was a warning sign that FPK ignored, that void was too unpredictable to ever be certain that any being made from it would be pure. Clearly, there was a void entity running around that very much had a voice and personality, but unfortunately FPK was too mentally exhausted and focused on stopping the infection to take notice.
Or maybe The Collector somehow sneaked out without him realizing, and he simply had no idea that they existed since he assumed that they disintegrated like the other failed Kingsmould. That's also a possibility, and it's just as, if not more plausible, since, again, he was super focused on the task and very, very tired. I wouldn't put it past him to completely miss the rumors, especially since I do imagine that he was unaware of many things about the kingdom, mainly due to his tendency to hide from everyone for most of the day.
As for why they're obsessed with grubs, I imagine void, while unpredictable, also tends to hyperfocus on specific concepts. For example, Holly was so focused on their goal to stop the infection that they never really thought of a life where that isn't their purpose (though the moments of FPK showing them affection and watching him and Hornet did break that mindset a little bit). And following the infection and FPK's return, they became just as obsessed with the idea of family, though it's worth noting that spending more time with non-void beings balanced out their mindset a little bit, so they're probably not the best example. Ghost would be a better one, they didn't have a family or any friends who would influence their behavior, so they did what the void instincts drove them to - they focused on very specific tasks given to them and did very little that would distract them from it. It's why they had no reservations about sacrificing themselves to stop the infection, that was just their mission that they were supposed to accomplish, no questions asked. Though they definitely had enough free will to solve those issues their own way, for example when they were given a choice between replacing their sibling in the Black Egg or defeating The Radiance for good.
For the Collector, perhaps they saw a grub shortly after their escape, and its sad cries drove them to their new obsession - giving them a safe space where they would be protected and cherished (which unfortunately meant kidnapping them and trapping them in glass jars). As to what exactly the connection was between them and that bug, I'm not sure. Perhaps they followed them to their tower and somehow became their housemate? I can't really think of anything, but it clearly didn't end well for that bug.
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major spoilers for t&b s2 cour 2, don’t open if you haven’t watched it all the way through, but
cour 2 handles yuri’s trauma in an extremely off-putting (and frankly? disrespectful) way
what the actual fuck was that ending for yuri. and no, i don’t mean this on a “the writers took the story in a direction that i don’t like so i’m mad” kind of way, but in a “they took the cheap way out. they hurt this character unnecessarily, so many times, and for what? for a nonsensical character assassination that doesn’t resolve anything” kind of way.
Let me explain, using Jinx from Arcane as an example to really clarify why I’m so upset at this writing choice. Both Yuri and Jinx are heavily traumatized characters, and neither seem to “get a break” from the writers in terms of the scenarios they’re put through. The difference, as I see it, is that Jinx’s trauma is an inevitable byproduct of the system she grew up in---aka it’s not difficult to imagine that there are many Zaunite kids suffering through similar trauma by virtue of the horrible living conditions they are in + Piltover’s oppressive system. And Arcane, at its core, is a tragedy, meant to lament the INESCAPABLE reality of life in Zaun, of how such trauma is more the norm than the exception, with Jinx being the most extreme example of this. So it’s narratively sound for Jinx to lose everything in the end, for her to engage in that last act of destruction against Piltover and her own sense of self, because she has known no other life besides this. Do I want Jinx to be happy? Absolutely. But I can understand the direction that the writers are going in, and even though I personally wouldn’t have written Jinx into a downwards spiral, it makes sense within the themes of the story.
T&B, on the other hand, has had “healing through togetherness” as a central theme from day 1. The message that gets hammered into the audience is to learn how to open up to others, how to trust, how to coexist, how to heal even when systemic problems seem insurmountable, how to help others and have hope---that was Barnaby’s whole fucking arc in s1. We’ve seen people like Barnaby and Ryan go through trauma but make it through by relying on others, because those support systems EXIST in that universe. Even the capitalism in Sternbild seems super. . .”nice?” Like, the corporations that control the schedules and daily activities of our protagonists generally have pretty sensible and accommodating bosses (e.g. Lloyd). There are “bad eggs” like Maverick, and as s 2 has shown us, continued discrimination against NEXT, but they’re either portrayed as individual bad faith actors or broader problems that can be resolved using a plot device like Little Aurora.
So why the fuck would the writers deny Yuri the possibility of an ending where he can take accountability within a system that has allowed other criminals to tdo the same without dying (e.g. Virgil and co in The Rising, Origami’s friend from s1)? Why the fuck would the writers find it any more difficult to write a narrative where Yuri learns to heal and trust others again when they’ve done that with other characters before?
And some ppl may respond with, “Oh but Yuri has a different personality---he responded to his trauma differently than Barnaby and so he has difficulties trusting others and doing the right thing besides cosplaying as Lunatic.” And they would be 100% wrong, because we’ve SEEN Yuri take meaningful steps to enact his sense of virtue and justice without being Lunatic. AKA AS A JUDGE. Although he’s the Director in s2, we’ve seen him, both in s1 and the manga, hand out fair sentences for those who come before the courts. We’ve seen him be swayed by Kotetsu’s generosity and goodwill towards Sternbild’s citizens, and help him get out of legal trouble by reducing his fines/imposing a lighter sentence because he empathizes with the act of saving people’s lives. So he’s perfectly capable of enacting his values in a non-harmful way. And cour 2 has also shown us the kindness he is capable of, how he took meaningful steps to not be a vigilante, to try and ignore his father’s presence, to help out the heroes to the best of his ability, to lovingly care for his mother, to wipe away the tears of someone who blamed herself for his mother’s death, even though she was a victim herself---what was all that for, then, if his fate was to die as an unknown, unremembered, not even given a second thought after our two main characters watch him die?
I was already extremely put off by Kotetsu’s and Barnaby’s responses to Yuri opening up about his abusive father. Kotetsu’s response seemed more like “Oh sorry about the horrible things that your father did to you and your mother, but I’m different,” rather than a response of genuine empathy (Kotetsu himself regretted saying what he said immediately afterwards, so I don’t think I’m reading what’s not there for this). And Barnaby didn’t even fucking say anything meaningful, even though he should be the one who has a better understanding of what trauma can do to a person by virtue of his own experiences.
Watching Yuri blame himself, grapple with the fragment of an abusive father who he’s projected his own pain onto (and who never will apologize, because he died attempting to harm his own son), weep on the bloodstained spot where his mother was fucking shot in the head---the writers re-traumatized Yuri like this, and for what? So that people can still walk around thinking Mr. Legend was an infallible man? So that Yuri’s traumatic past is shared with two people who responded like assholes even though they’ve been characterized up until this point as perceptive and emotionally intelligent when the time calls for it? So that Yuri’s act of revenge against the people who killed his mother is still seen as one of Lunatic’s acts, rather than the (not necessarily justified, but completely understandable) rage of a human being who has had everything taken away from him?
Yuri was a victim of his father and never had the opportunity to get help---it would have shown Kotetsu and Barnaby’s strength of character if they had managed to help redeem Yuri somehow. But no, we had to have Yuri “feel useful” after years of emotional, physical, and psychological torment by being a human shield and committing suicide. It felt so exploitative of his character development in cour 2 and threw away everything that the series had been building up in terms of its theming. And everyone just walks away for dinner, laughing? No self-reflection, no question on the kind of life Yuri must have lived, the secrets he must have kept in that double-role as judge and Lunatic? It’s all just sunshine and rainbows because “the baddies are gone!” And it makes me feel sick.
That’s why I’m so upset---sure, I would have been upset if Yuri had died in any narrative sense, but this felt so egregious and disrespectful to everything he represented, to all the tenderness and humanity he displayed in cour 2. I know maybe I’m overreacting but honestly, this felt like a slap in the face, and i don’t think I’ll ever really continue with T&B if they make a 3rd season, if this is how it treats its characters.
#tiger and bunny season 2#tiger and bunny season 2 spoilers#yuri petrov#im so fucking done#did they forget how to write their own show or something#i just#oh my fucking god#tiger and bunny#i feel like this went from a solid 7-8 show to a zero real fucking quick#everyone laughing and walking off into the sunset felt so forced with all this context in mind#kotetsu t kaburagi#barnaby brooks jr#i need a break from this im gonna go cry now
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Alright, I'm probably going to watch this multiple times and focus on each character individually at some point but for my first watchthrough I pulled up this post while watching and will send my thoughts/reactions, warning this will be very long
They just chilling on the couch this is so nice, Orange getting snacks :D
Wait I wonder how the time skip during Blue's walk with the piglins is gonna work? (Also Orange are you supposed to eat the melon I mean ig nothing's wrong with that)
AWW THEY WATCHING YELLOW DO HIS THING AWW Orange wants his drink tho let them refill the drink
RED'S HERE I WONDERED WHAT HE WAS DOING wait were those zombie spawn eggs did i remember that right
Yes yes they were okay welp, they got golems to help at least
Oh I forgot to pay attention to Blue's screen neat they didn't timeskip the walk they just walked through some smallish sections of biome
I love the fact that this whole time Red's just been causing chaos in the background and we never saw in the main thing, they're spawning rabbits now
GREEN LOOKED UP AT THE SAME TIME BLUE STARTED GETTING ATTACKED PFFFT they just looked at Yellow's computer tho, where's Orange and Red gone off to?
Oh Orange just got another drink and Red's playing with their rabbit
RED GOT TO SIT DOWN FOR A BIT YAY hang out with Yellow yes they friends this is nice
Oh we merged with canon now, Orange found the portal :D They timed Orange running through well with the music
BLUE'S SO SAD ABOUT THE NETHERWART NOOO but ah yes we get to see two Oranges on screen at once this is even more suspicious than the actual episode
Okay I have reached The Witch and can you just? Put a person/block in your inventory??? Is that how this works? Blue just runnin tho
Yellow why did you just start?? Eating grass??? Also Green's freaking out atm
Oh now Green's experimenting and Yellow's just vibing with his friends and Red's going on a swim and Blue has now gotten incredibly bored
I'm getting the sense Green's probably doing the same thing Blue is rn and is just taking a break after finishing his experimenting
Oh ig the witch is still carrying Blue cause Blue got startled when the witch jumped and started making zombie noises, they just went back to chilling tho
They started fighting and Blue started freaking out rip, they tripped and just stopped moving oh no
Oh hey wait Pig sorta noticed Green ALSO PFFT BLUE GOT FLIPPED UPSIDE DOWN
Just watching Blue trying so hard to get the Netherwart also Pig gets their own POV :D
Someone's gotta keep track of what Blue used to make all these potions at some point
PFFT THE MAIN FIGHT'S HAPPENING AND PIG'S JUST IN THE CORNER WITH THEIR OWN POV I WILL NOT GET OVER THIS also there was a scene I'm looking forward to seeing if they do an extra POV I'll get to that in a minute
They did not POV it :( I will forever be wondering why the other four took so long to get Red back into themselves and why Yellow was trying to feed Red a splash potion during the Blue/Witch 1-on-1, on the plus side we get Pig stealing all the potions
The CG are just watching and cheering as dyes XDD
OH PURPLE POV oh no the blue orchids :(
This is not something I originally thought of how it would be POVed but it would be incredibly funny if they had a side screen with the entire group just standing there while Orange goes through their nether flashback, they did not do that however
I have reached Parkour, seems pretty much like the regular episode for a while so imma skip ahead hopefully I don't miss anything, skipped to about the end of the splitting paths
Alright I am going to need to rewatch this bit a few times later, also I need to check if they actually all did get the times it said they got and if not who won
NOO ORANGE DROPPED THE TROPHY OFF THE EDGE I THINK also Yellow got strangled for a second there
Mango was tryna draw and told Purple to go away I feel ya I don't like people watching me draw either, yooo they do have a security camera station - huh Purple told them to rewind Yellow's footage I think
OH THAT POV TRANSITION WAS COOL
Aww that one piglin's just tired I'm gonna get attached to them and then they're gonna die :( Oh and I look to the side and Yellow's just hanging off a wall, I'm very much gonna have to rewatch these segments individually
NOO THE PIGLINS ARE SCARED and yellow's still hanging off the side of a wall okay finally he stopped
BLUE'S ON THE WALL NOW NOOO y'know i always did like thinking of them and yellow as twins
I keep catching glimpses of what's going on and I really need to see more of this NO ORANGE IS ON THE WALL TOO that was such a sarcastic wave you did there
Nooo the piglins :C they were sweet and now one of them is dead :C
Oh looks like Orange has found out his tactic everyone else is still going tho OH RED ALMOST GOT KILLED THERE THAT WAS A MURDER ATTEMPT
Yellow found out his thing too neat also another neat transition with Orange's and Red's frames
Green just suffering off to the side while everyone's all happy and meeting each other
HMMM DO I SENSE MORE LUSH CAVES CONTENT CAUSE THIS SEEMS LIKE I'LL BE ABLE TO USE THIS also how let's see how this Green POV goes
Oh wait it's Purple? No wait it's still Green
Ofc the cobwebs at the end of their inventories, also they're trying so hard with the beacons
Green's tryin their best, they look mad, but also that's gotta hurt
Purple what are you looking for??? You keep showing up???
They tried making entire beacons but that doesn't look the same as the other beam and they can't move it XDD
PURPLE'S BACK WHAT ARE YOU DOING
Pffft sideways/upside down beacon, also they had so much iron but no food welp
Green's POV is just sad
Orange looks so mad while they're walking
Oh Red looks tired now :( Orange still goin, I'm assuming it's gonna swap to the original episode soon now - yep here goes
Ah yes I do love the dramatic music notes as the camera pans to a pumpkin/melon farm
Did Green and Pig just like fall asleep? I haven't noticed any movement over there for a while
Ohhh the slow mo on the Lush Caves side when it slow mo-ed for Titan Ravager was interesting
GREEN'S AWAKE and suffering still STOP PUNCHING THE THING WITH YOUR FIST
OH PURPLE POV whatcha doin thereee ohhh the piglins to find the CG's nether portal
Neat we get to see a bit more of the castle through Green's perspective
Ohhh we're gonna get full fights for both of these imma have to watch this twice later
WAIT THE SYNCRONIZATION OF PURPLE AND GREEN'S LANDING THOUGH?? THAT WAS COOL
Huh it took a minute for the effect of the block being removed to reach the bastion
That is a speedy hoglin they goin
That is a speedier Orange
THE ANIMATION ON MANGO'S STAFF THOUGH
WAIT PURPLE'S SO UPSET AWWWWW also Blue's collecting so many arrows good on you Blue
Will definitely have to watch this part multiple times to focus on things individually
The animation on the icon block fight though is wonderful and how Mango legitimately does just go right back into battle after leaving Purple hurts me
They are just ignoring the note block animals to let the epic music finish XD Also this is gonna be so hard to watch oh nooooo another thing I'm gonna have to rewatch a ton
Okay they're letting the note block animals take over the sound for the most part now fair at least they let the epic music finish
Oh here comes the raid music I think OH NO THEY SPLIT UP AGAIN I FORGOT YELLOW SPLIT UP TOO THIS IS SO HARD TO WATCH
Wait are we gonna get full versions of all of Red's classes? Also Blue's just here building
WAIT ORANGE IS OVER LAVA ONE SEC LEMME REWIND A BIT HOW DID THEY GET THERE okay guess that didn't go straight to the ancient city
Yellow's just here working on the staff this might take a second - oh we swapped to Monster School and Warden music that's an interesting mix
Oh gosh the note blocks in the background too and neat we do get to see all classes
Yellow's outside now ig? Dunno how or when that happened they just doing a lot of stealth stuff
Villager training arc now and Green climbing up a mountain WAIT THEY ADDED ANOTHER POV FOR HEROBRINE AND MONSTERS SO MANY POVS
Alright they joined POVs again and enchanting looks cool as ever WAIT MORE WARDEN BACKSTORY I'm rewinding again to watch the warden flashback although the music does not fit with this
Yellow went on a whole stealth mission though like wow, Blue's just crafting still tho
MANGO POV MANGO POV WAIT WAIT THIS IS WHERE THE FLASHBACK HAPPENS???
Oh it's a speedy flashback tho
I just speedran watching Gold's death what the heck
Purple having a quiet dramatic story moment while I hear Red just being murdered in the background
How many slow-mo shots did they just align there??? I swear at least two of them were actually supposed to slow motion right there and a third fit pretty easily as a slow motion too
They didn't slow motion Skeleton being smug though XD
Wait Blue's POV vanished a bit ago when did that happen idk but too long ago for me to rewind
Whatever's going on at least there are less POVs and the Purple music mixed with the other soundtracks occasionally is still cool, weird seeing multiple of some characters at times tho
Blue's back and now Yellow's gone, also they aligned two of the slow motion shots again, neat
Alright Blue and Yellow are together again so there's no one person missing nice, AND THEY'RE ABOUT TO JOIN THE MAIN GROUP
Alright we're at two POVs now and Green's gonna join soon, curious how POVs are gonna work in this upcoming fight
Even with these extra POVs I still don't know where Red went after Yellow force staffed them away
ALRIGHT THE KING TIME
Scanning forward this actually looks relatively single-perspective so imma skip to the portions where there are multiple perspectives for ease of wanting to write this out
Hey wait in seeing all the destruction and stuff side by side, why didn't the village rift start in the sky? Everything else did
POVs merged again so gonna skip to where everyone is dying :DDDD
I do have to watch this whole thing as a whole at some point though bc it's so dramatic aaaAA
Nooo Purple and Mango just walking in their respective voids this is so sad wait
PURPLE'S SO SAD NOOO AND THE PETALS KEEP JUST SLOWLY FALLING
Purple looked up for a moment when Mango broke through but just went back to hiding noooo T-T
For some reason Green trying to catch themselves but their fishing rod breaking before they can always hits me that wasn't a new thing but it's always hit hard for some reason
Purple just getting to hug Mango by the time Orange gets to the portal awwwwww
Okay wait the overworld/nether shot of the beam of light is actually very cool
Only one music note for replacing the blocks heheheheh
That's pretty much it, whether I use this for theory or not this was fun and there are definitely parts I'm gonna rewatch later XD For anyone who read through all this uhhhh hope you enjoyed my rambling ig XD It was a lot but if you did read it all ty
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the question was what can you do a presentation on
I don't know very much about this! But goodness am I prepared to blather about it! I believe that the old "Golden Age of Television" prestige shows like the Sopranos, Mad Men, and Breaking Bad (the Wire is somewhat separate from this) will continue to have a fixed and revered place in the Canon of Prestige Shows, while up and coming Hulu/FX half hour prestige dramedy shows like Reservation Dogs, The Bear, and Ramy will continue to be considered great and yet not "canonical" in that same way. And it's not just because of hour vs half hour, old vs new, white men vs everybody else; it's also because of the shows relationship to violence, power, and morality.
Reservation Dogs, The Bear, and Ramy all feature characters who are trying to find their way, trying to figure out how to live in the world. Oftentimes it seems like they're just struggling to survive period, but there's this throughline in each show about how to live well, even if those characters are like, failing nonstop at it?
Like, Tony will go to therapy, Carmela will go talk to a priest, but they're never gonna make much progress on the absolute fundamental root problem at the core of their life, which is that their prosperity comes from other people's suffering. Great writing, the story of American history really. Valid story to tell, probably comes from the bottom of David Chase's heart and is what he really thinks, I'm not knocking the Sopranos.
In TV criticism, that extremely cynical and hopeless view of people never fundmentally changing in their evil is like...valued more artistically? I think it goes deeper than the old "dark shit overrated, funny/hopeful shit underrated" because that's true but also, Rez Dogs and The Bear and Ramy all get real dark sometimes. I just. Mm there's something about striving.
I personally prefer the half hour prestige stuff tho so like maybe I'm just over intellectualizing or whatever because I'm mad that this stuff hasn't reached canonical status when I feel it should. That's an option! That's always an option
Just me sitting here thinking a lot about it
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Bonus absolute ramble, depressing and not very analytical! again im keeping this because my tumblr is my lil journal (my tumblr my house etc)
// Original answer
I wish I had a more fun answer for you.
Honestly not feeling terribly confident in the thoroughness of my knowledge about anything these days. Two of the good old standards (Parade's End first three books and Colombian electoral politics 1990) have begun to fade & I suppose I could do a presentation on jcink sandbox RP but idk if I would really want to.
possibly depressing ass ramble under the cut. CEO gets a yacht and I get an egg sandwich, that's why tumblr gets all my mental bandwidth
The real subject that popped into my head that I haven't consciously been perseverating on lately but which I might have lowkey been thinking about a little bit over decades of my life is simply the perception gap between imagined political enemies vs real ones in US politics particularly over time particularly with the internet particularly on the subject of abortion.
(Disclaimer: abortion rights are human rights, I don't feel like I should have to trot out much more slogans than that, you get the vibe.)
(Other disclaimer: this has nothing to do with E, who has actually a very good view into what's going on with Those Guys, hi E, I'm not roasting you I'm roasting some other fellows.)
Sometimes what's going on with your opponents is simultaneously not at all what you think and exactly what you think and maybe I don't want to give a presentation as much as I want to have an in depth discussion of how and why some quite intelligent and well-informed people end up all turned around and not having an accurate understanding of what's going on with their political opponents by simply selecting a handful of the most palatable (to them) truths and then focusing on those to the expense of all else.
And not only what is happening, but what is the utility of that? What are the drawbacks? I think as just a regular degular person who gets frustrated upon hearing other people Be Loudly Wrong, I find it really annoying. But if we put my feelings aside, is there a reason (other than soothing feelings and strengthening morale) that people develop all these semi inaccurate mental characterizations of their opponents? Is there actual political utility to it? And how much of it is consciously done vs happening because of the environment *gestures at media, social media*
Like I have really, really been inside the guts of "both sides" on this one in an insidery way so I just. #NotAllPartisans but a lot of them do not get it, "it" being each other, like at all.
But then one some bits they're spot on about each other.
Weird!
#j.2023.all#this was the full text of drafts i tried to make that ended up being too long and not very good as;lfkasdf GOOD GOD I need to be forced to#write short essays again im. ooh it all floppy#abortion tw
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How Long Our Fav Characters Would Survive in a Horror Novel
In the spirit (ha) of Halloween, we're asking "How long would our fav's survive in a horror novel?"
Also, we’re answering! Check it out 🎃
(and super thanks to @omni-scient-pan-da for the Halloween-tastic banner)
Talasseres Charossa — The Unspoken Name by A. K. Larkwood
My favorite character / unrequited love interest Talasseres Charossa is as petulant and grouchy as he is brave and gay. He’s gone toe-to-toe and steel-on-steel with god(s) and garbage wizards, but would he survive a horror novel? Unfortunately not. Let’s be real. He’s gonna trip and fall into a patch of evil quicksand, or willingly surrender to a hot vampyre lord of advanced age.
— Andrew King, Digital Marketing Coordinator
The Demon-chicken — Nettle & Bone by T. Kingfisher
Would this chicken survive? Absolutely. This chicken would be the VILLAIN of the horror movie. But just as the protagonists wipe the blood off their brows and the sun breaks over the horizon and hope seems to burn anew, the camera would slowly pan to the side until we are greeted with the beady black eyes of the demon-chicken. You will gaze into those eyes and witness the abyss, understanding that the true horror is that we will never escape from its fowl [sic] clutches.
— Yvonne Ye, Ad/Promo Assistant
Viv — Legends & Lattes by Travis Baldree
So I know my favorite character and general light of my life, Viv from Legends & Lattes, would absolutely DEMOLISH anything that came at her in a horror novel. A bad-ass orc barbarian who’s spent years on the road packing steel and raising hell as a sword for hire? Yeah, she’ll be fine. PLUS she has a cozy coffee shop filled with lattes, giant cinnamon rolls, and other treats to make it home to. What other motivation does she need?
— Rachel Taylor, Senior Marketing Manager
Charlie Hall — Book of Night by Holly Black
Back again with another character because authors are simply too good at their game and have created too many favs. Next up, I’m choosing Charlie Hall from Book of Night and I’m saying she’s Final Girl™️ material and she’s going to survive. So Charlie occupies a world of devious shadow magic practitioners and they’re all kind of in competition with each other to access more techniques, knowledge, and power. The presence of supernatural powers puts vanilla human Charlie at a disadvantage, but that’s why she’d survive a horror novel. She’s used to this shit, y’all. Also she’s really cool and Book of Night makes me want to buy goth clothes and get another tattoo.
— Andrew King, Digital Marketing Coordinator
The Demon-chicken (again) — Nettle & Bone by T. Kingfisher
For me, T. Kingfisher is the ultimate horror author. Whether she’s writing low stakes fantasy or high stakes horror, you know it’s gonna be spooky and that I’m gonna be wrapped in a blanket with a cup of tea in my paw and it’s GONNA be raining. Therefore, I choose the chicken familiar from Nettle & Bone. This chicken is literally possessed by an evil entity but only helps our protagonist princess to her end goal. The chicken only uses her evil powers for good. In conclusion, the chicken familiar is quite literally a horror novel unto herself; not only would she survive, she’d help her friends along the way, and maybe even lay an egg or two.
— Jordan Hanley, Senior Marketing Manager
Victor Vale — Vicious by V. E. Schwab
Cold, calculating Victor Vale is as ambitious as he is intelligent. He also has a tendency to be ruthless and obsessive, willing to push the limits of his own body to the brink of death in the pursuit of powers beyond imagination. With his ability to manipulate the pain of others he may last until the grand finale of the horror movie, but his tendency to adopt kids and dogs with his former cellmate will inevitably get him killed. The real question is whether he’ll stay dead or if he might rise up in the post-credits scene to star in a horror movie of his own.
— Becky Yeager, Senior Manager of Ad/Promo & Marketing
#halloween books#vicious#v. e. schwab#the unspoken name#a. k. larkwood#legends & lattes#travis baldree#nettle & bone#t. kingfisher#ursula vernon#tor books#demon chicken
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Capricorn Season Chapter Eighteen Part One
Hello, I know it’s been a while since I updated. I apologize. Posting will be hard for the next little while. I am in college and it’s VERY hard. I am also going through a lot personally. I was seeing this guy for a while and it didn’t work out, and I’ve been taking it really hard. I hope you can understand.
In this chapter, we join the guys on tour. We are meeting a new character! Enjoy :)
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The time difference between L.A. and Dallas woke everyone early. With the rising sun, the denizens of the hotel were awakening to eat breakfast and go about their daily routines. Some were enjoying the casual stay, like the traveling pair of lawyers in room B207. Others, such as the newlywed couple in C225, were unfortunate enough to be booked down the hall from the Zeppelin gang. And some, like Robert, were experimenting with a different kind of romance.
Outside it was light out, the world was awash with light blue and a tinge of grey, looking more like England than Dallas. Lorelei was the first to be woken by the racket next door. It was Peter on the phone. She wondered why the hell he was up at this hour. What could be so important? It seemed that everyone else was used to the sound, as they were all sound asleep. She couldn’t hear anyone stirring, least of all Robert. He was snoring away on his pillow, features mashed into the soft cotton.
This hotel was particularly nice, which made her rude awakening less unpleasant. The bed linen was quality, which was the true sign of a good hotel. She was used to the rough feeling of 100-count sheets and polyester blend pillowcases. She was happy to be here, especially with such a high-caliber guest.
As she looked around the room at all of the amenities, she felt lucky to be there with him. She was Robert Plant’s woman for the time being. She was in a place that thousands of women and men would kill for.
He was special, she thought. He was a shining gem under the sun she found on the sidewalk. She felt lucky to be with him, to share the same sheets as him. His hands felt like a prayer on her skin, every kiss was a message from a loving God.
Their love would be fraught and temporary, of course, but it could also be beautiful. It could be the shortest, most peaceful death her heart had experienced. She could see the end already before the opening credits started. She could feel her heart already in pieces. But she would be happy to have it broken by him.
The clouds were shielded by the budding sun, but eventually, they gave way to a beautiful scene. She thought the renewed sun looked like an egg yolk, but that was on account of her hunger. She hadn’t eaten since the day before at lunchtime, and the rumbling in her stomach was becoming noticeable. She surmised Robert would have to do for now, and drank the sight of him.
She knew he would break her heart. Whether their time was tonight, or it spiraled into months, she knew it would end in a shattering mess of tears and heartbreak. But she just couldn’t care. It was Robert. He was everything she’d ever wanted.
After the years, what was one more heartache? Love had never been kind, it never had wings, only teeth, and jagged edges. It seemed worth it in that moment.
She was entirely happy to observe him passively as he slept. When he was awake he was on fire, aroused at its simplest definition. When he slept he was quaint and tractable. In his supine state, she could easily look at him without those prying eyes, absorb his beauty without the threat of ego. He was docile and beautiful as ever.
As if feeling her eyes hot on him, he began to rouse. He woke suddenly with grace, popping his eyes open to see her. He smiled at once, delighted to see that she was still in the room with him. He worried before he drifted off that she would leave, or that she was but a figment of his imagination.
Fortunately, she was wholly real.
“G’mornin,” he grumbled, his voice hoarse and laden with sleep. She liked the huskiness of it. It sounded sexy, whether it was the product of misuse of his vocal cords or all of the cigarettes.
Their connection could not be denied. Something was pulling them together. Destiny, fate, what have you, something was drawing them close. There Something was callingto each other. They were not like magnets, because their polarity is what repels them; they were entirely attracted to the moronically similar features they possess. They were Gemini lovers, twins in love and life. They were too similar and would only destroy each other.
Robert was drawn to her for this very reason. She was an opulent hand mirror. He could see himself in her eyes, distorted into a hero. He was drunk on the power she gave him.
“Goodmorning,” She chirped, all too eager to see him awake. She was smiling, her china doll face bright and open with the promise of morning. Her marble eyes were puffy with sleep.
“How did you sleep?” He sat up now and reached over for a cigarette. He left his pack of Park Lanes on the table next to the stark lamp. He fished one from the pack with his deft fingers and put it between his lips. “Got a light?” He asked, his lips forming around the smoking stick.
“Umm, I don’t think so,” she tittered.
“That’s alright, I should have one.” He stood from the bed, clad in his birthday suit. She averted her eyes at first but dropped her hands after the realization that this would be an occurrence she would and could get used to.
“Alright, now where were we?” He asked when he was firmly planted in the bed once more. He pulled her closer and breathed in her scent. She smelled like coconut and sea salt with a hint of vanilla. He wondered how she managed that.
“So, we have a break today. What do you want to do, love?” He continued to smoke as he asked, looking at her sweet face. He thought she was beautiful, more beautiful than any woman he’d seen in a long time.
Her hair was wild, looking less tame in the morning than it had the night before. Her eyes were light and warm, they had a charming and enlightening quality about them. Her eyes drew him in, called to him from across the club that night.
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Even in the dim light of The Nightengale, Robert found his way to her. It was midnight, and the moon was raised high in the sky, illuminating the pavement outside. She trickled in ten minutes after they arrived, content with the idea of meeting one Mr. Robert Plant.
She caught his attention immediately. He couldn’t help but pull his gaze from Jimmy. His eyes left their booth, moved away from his pallid face, and found their way to her figure. He was hooked from the moment he laid eyes on her.
It was all intentional, of course. She dressed to impress, as always, but took special care this particular evening. She dressed in her finest robes, making sure to accentuate her best features. She wore a silk dress in a dark teal shade that detailed her curves, wrestled her hair into the perfect curl pattern, slipped on a sleek pair of pink heels, and finished the look with a dark and minimal makeup job.
She stood next to the bar trying her best to appear as if she wasn’t desperately searching for him. She heard they would be in town two weeks ago from Juniper, the closest thing Lorelei had to a friend for the time being. After hearing about their impending arrival she settled on a plan. She couldn’t get in to see them (the tickets had been sold out three days before she’d even heard about the show) but she would run into them somehow.
Yes, L.A. was a big town, but she was determined. She knew where they would go, and exactly what booth they’d be in. Security would be lacking and so would morals. She would slip right in and make her way to Robert’s bed with no problem.
The matter of actually doing it was a different story. She thought it would be easy, just as Ritchie, David, and all the others had been. They had come to her, essentially laying bare at her feet, asking for her love. She barely had to lift a finger in getting them to her. She never bothered with nerves and thought little of the future.
Robert was different. He was much more beautiful, more talented too, than any of the other guys. He had a charisma that could parallel God, a swagger that would choke the devil and bring angels to tears. No wonder he had such a way with women…
Warm light and sweetly perfumed air swarmed her, rushed through her hair, and trickled down her neck like Summer wind through lace curtains. She was hot, suddenly sweat pricked her skin and ran down her neck. It no longer seemed so easy to take steps toward him.
She tried her best to put one foot down, then the other. Reluctantly she made her way to him in short, even strides. She put on her greatest face of confidence for him.
He watched her from the moment she stepped in. She was gorgeous, that was sure, but seemingly unaware of it. She moved languidly, slowly, and methodically, as if no one was watching her. She was a fawn walking with new legs.
He could tell she was looking for him. Her eyes searched, on a mission for someone. At first, he hoped it was for him, unsure if it were true, but it was soon revealed that he was her target. Her slight smile at the sight of him was the tell that revealed her excellent poker face.
Now she was coming closer, and he watched her still. He watched as she set her intentions, painted the floor with them as she made her move, and watched yet as she stopped short at the bar. He deflated.
It was his turn to make a move. Their silent gambit would not end here, no, it had just begun.
He made his way to the bar with one utterance of “sorry,” to Jimmy. His serpentine steps were accented by his snakeskin boots and he leaned against the cool granite of the bar.
“Can I have a vodka tonic? Well, make that two.” Robert’s voice was buttery smooth and strong. Even over the din of the club, she knew who it was. She didn’t even have to look.
“Make that second vodka-tonic a martini. Dry. I don’t like vodka,” she said, now flashing that famous sweet look.
Her face was delicate and soft. She had clear skin and rosebud lips, soft and pink, even without the lipstick. Robert wanted nothing more than to grab her and kiss her, to ravage her right there on the bar. But he didn’t.
“My apologies, love,” he turned his body to her. He raked his eyes up and down her frame, giving her an indolent stare. He made it loud and clear that he was admiring her.
She felt golden and warm inside. A rush filtered through her. She tried her best to fight off the giggles. “No worries. I appreciate the drink.”
She worried that he would leave. His amorous eyes were pushing her off her usual game. Her flame was smothered by his overpowering heat. She didn’t know that he was just as interested in her.
“I’m Robert.”
“Lorelei.”
“Lorelei? That’s a lovely name. Lorelei… I like how that sounds.” The syllables rolled off his tongue with flawless precision. He swirled her around his mouth as if he were tasting her, licking the sugar off her enflamed frame.
She burned with ardent joy. “Thank you. I’ve always thought it sounds like a grandma's name, but my mother thought it was cheery.”
He chortled. “Cheery? That seems to fit you, doesn’t it?”
Now she was laughing. She couldn’t help it. He made her giddy. “You don’t even know me.”
“Yes,” he was laser focused now, and serious, “but I want to, darling. I want to know you very much.” His eyes brushed her lips, his gaze falling on his target.
A slight smile returned to her lips. She’d procured him.
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Jimmy, on the other hand, was terribly miserable. He was plagued with deep pain. He woke each morning with the bitter feeling of lovesickness, missing the woman he called home. Her eyes and lips were etched into his mind and her voice played on an endless loop all day long. He longed for her. It was an aching pain in his side, a stabbing at his heart. The only moments of relief were when he talked to her, about her, or thought of her. It was a constant drumming in his head.
He tried his best to pull himself from the recesses of the hotel bed. He threw back the duvet and went to the balcony doors. He drew the curtains back and looked out at the nature before him. There were rolling hills and sprawling countryside landscapes, complete with animals and little white fences. It reminded him of his bucolic life with Gwen back in Pangbourne. He sighed and sat down at the writing desk in the corner of his room. Perhaps he'd just write a letter, considering how early it was back home.
He started with an address of his feelings, a profession of his sorrows. Then, he went into catching her up on the events of the tour so far. Bonzo had destroyed three hotel rooms, Robert had wracked up twenty-eight women, and Jonesy got drunk the night before and danced on a table at the behest of a very high Robert. Richard got himself purse-slapped by an angry woman who was not receptive to his flirting. Peter had yelled at 32 stage managers and club promoters. He laughed as he recounted last night's debauchery. He coerced Bonzo into throwing a set of TVs out the window, cackling all the while. This frustrated Peter, which was also a plus.
His prose was interrupted by a knock at the door and a voice telling him it was time for breakfast.
Bonzo was sleeping in, as usual. He was a rock in the bed adjacent to Jonesy. His snorting was loud and disruptive, it even kept Jonesy up until the late hours of the night. It made him very sour and tired, but he pressed on. He tip-toed out of the room and made his way down to the lobby. He was greeted by the smell of waffles and fresh bread. Sometimes the hotels had a great spread and sometimes all they were offered was fruit.
"Good morning, Mr. Jones!" Robert was cheery. His morning activities were heard by all, being the sound that ultimately woke Jimmy.
"Good morning." He said as he took a seat next to the guitarist. He was scraping butter on a piece of bread, a bitter look on his pale face.
"What's the matter with you, Jim? Isn't this a glorious morning?" Robert asked, rather enforced.
"No."
"Well, why not? The sun is shining and the birds are chirping. Take a deep breath," he stopped to dramatically inhale with a fluid sniffle, "can't you feel the marrow of life filling your lungs? It's just beautiful." He was smiling now, an arm slung around Lorelei.
"He's lovesick, don't you know?" Jonesy smirked with a coy expression.
Robert matched his manner and spoke once more, "Ah, yes, fair Gwen. How is the lass?"
"I haven't spoken to her in two days. I feel as if I am shriveling up." He rested his chin in his palm and sighed. The dramatics of his emotions was amusing to his friends. Never had they seen him so distraught over a woman. He was a man not to be tied down. Now he was doing the unthinkable. Settling down with an American woman? Abstaining from groupies? It was a ghastly sight.
"It seems our friend is in love."
"Who is he talking about?" Lorelei asked.
"A lovely little photographer we met a few months back. It seems he is enchanted by her."
"More than enchanted. Enlightened." No one had heard Jimmy speak with such emotion or conviction, not in matters of romance, anyway.
"Is that so?"
"I would marry her if she asked. And I mean it, really marry. I would give up everything for her."
"What is she like?" Lorelei wasted no time making herself comfortable with the band. She was friendly in that way, very open and loving. This was one of the reasons Robert was drawn to her.
"She's incredible. Smart, funny, talented, and driven. And the best part, she's also a witch. We do spells together, cook, read together. She even appreciates my music. We were made for each other, a perfect yin and yang."
"Wow, she sounds great. I can see why you're so smitten."
"Much, much more than smitten. I am in love."
"In love?" She giggled. It was like watching a play. This was his monologue, the part in the production where he addressed the audience with his deepest feelings.
"It is a big deal, we're all very proud of him. Jimmy doesn't really have emotions."
"I absolutely do. I just don't want to share them all the time. You are so wanton with your emotions, wearing that heart of yours on your sleeve."
"You’re both annoying in your own special ways," Richard said. He settled the civil argument. They were always in competition. They were like two women pulling hair and scratching at one another.
When breakfast was finished, Bonzo showed up in the last moments, and Jimmy went back to writing his letter. He told Gwen all about Robert's new woman. She was nice and looked just like Robert. Blues eyes, curly blonde hair, and a big heart. They could be twins. He was satisfied with his writing and sealed the envelope, stamping it with the necessary information. He would have Peter drop it off at the post office before the show.
"Do you think they liked me?" Lorelei asked, looking in the mirror at her shapely frame.
She was wearing a simple Summer dress and red sandals. She looked like a child of the sun, a real hippie type. Robert enjoyed her look of sun-kissed skin and bright seaport eyes.
"I'm sure they loved you, just as I do." She giggled at his remark and settled into his embrace. "This tour is going to be great." She sighed.
"Oh, I think so."
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She woke first the morning after their first meeting. The white sheets wrapped around her body, his too, and knitted them together. She could feel his warmth and could smell him all over her.
She sat up this morning and watched him. She reminisced on the night before, the scenes of the club. She could still feel the ache of him between her thighs.
He woke not long after her when she made a break for the bathroom. The shifting weight on the mattress alerted him to her presence. He was happy she hadn’t left. Something about her stirred something up in him. Something good.
"How did you sleep?"
"Oh, fine. Fine, yeah."
Her mask of courage became muddled in the light of the morning, completely washing away under their sober glances. Today would be the day she was on the curb, to be gone before lunch. She knew how it worked and wasn't too excited for the feeling she would be left with. She could see it now: seated in the comfortable, plush chair in her aunt's dining room, plunging a tea bag into tepid water as she watched birds outside her kitchen window. The familiar ticking of her Grandfather Clock, chiming as she was filled with malaise. She felt this way when Ritchie told her to leave and when David made other plans. She was discarded, dismantled like a display case, ready to be stored away until next season.
She could hear Juniper’s voice now, trying to quell her tears. She would brush her manicured fingers through her blonde hair and coo her into sleep. She could feel the lullaby tears and hear the dejection.
“Good,” he nodded.
It was quiet for a moment. Peter and Bonzo were yammering away in the next room. Their strange accents were muffled through the walls and entered her ears like a patch of cotton fluff, sounding more foreign than ever.
Her skin itched. Her sweat from the night before dried to her fleshy frame and was now creating an unpleasant smell. She wanted out of this, wished for him to jettison her already.
“Well, love, I was going to wait until after breakfast to ask, but that seems too far. You are just so lovely, so effervescent,” he spoke with a smirk. His voice crept from around the sides of his throat and rattled with a sexy softness, with a rasp of the morning, “and forgive me if I sound eager, but I just couldn’t keep away from you.”
She raised a brow. Was he nervous?
He laughed. “I’m sorry, I’m not making any sense, am I?”
She laughed too. The pressure had shifted from her to him in a confusing instant. “No, I’m afraid not.”
“Okay, let me just be frank with you. I’d like you to accompany me on the rest of the tour.”
His words surprised her. They pushed all thoughts of that lonely little house away. No more days in the sallow sun, waiting for the next band to come to town. He’d solved all the rainy days with one utterance.
His feminine allure was what drew her in. There was something so demure about him, so gentle. But he was definitely a man. The soaring heights of his voice were a testament to his femininity, the depths of his bluesy tone a measure of his status as a man. Last night was no different. He undilated between soft and gruff, man and woman. This pleased her, getting to see him unfettered.
He was beautiful. His features were rounded, but altogether angular.
"I would love to!" She didn't question his motivation or intention. He wanted her here with him and that was enough. It was better not to dwell on reality. Everything was a lot more fun if you indulged yourself in the fantasy of love and romance, plunging yourself into the throes of excitement. And with Robert, there would be nothing but excitement. He was a Leo, after all.
He was smitten with her as well. Perhaps it was vanity, their appearances being almost a perfect match. He needed a woman who could keep up with him and she was it. All night she ran alongside him, never once breaking her stride or lulling in speed. She wasn't cocky or too sure of herself. But she had an air of confidence to her and that's all he needed to see. She was lovely, so why shouldn't he indulge? Then he found that she was a genuine soul, which was where the trouble began.
"That is wonderful, love! I’m excited to spend my days with you, seeing you standing front row." A lopsided smile played on his lips as he spoke. Unbridled ego stood before him, plastered to his face.
He was a man with the world in his hands. No was not a word that he heard. It was uttered by himself and his bandmates, but never by someone standing in his presence. Although he liked her, it was the reflection of himself in her that he was loving more than the sea-front room of her blues eyes. He had no doubt she would say yes.
"I would love nothing more."
She was floating, tucked away in a cloud of a dream. This was the fantasy she engaged in. She wasn't reaching the heavens through the heart, she was being sat on a high shelf, one that only Robert could reach, but could get down from whenever he pleased. This was the condition of being an attendant to these men, a road wife. It was mutually assured destruction in some ways, the lack of responsibility. He didn't have to commit to her and she got to avoid the real world for three months, locked away in utter bliss. These two dreamers spent the morning lying in each other's arms, learning absolutely everything they could about one another.
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“You can look, but you can’t touch,” she playfully asserted. The club lights illuminated her pale skin. They were bathed in blue and pink light.
His eyes narrowed, cut sapphire focused on polished ruby lips, “is that so? That doesn’t sound like any fun,” he took the olive from her drink and put it in his mouth, crunching with an equally sinister smile.
She pursed her lips together in an attempt to hide how smitten she’d become. He was cracking her facade. Soon he would see how deep she was in.
“Oh, don’t go silent on me now. You had so much to say just a moment ago. Care to share what’s on your mind, Lorelei?” He asked. He was devilish. Greedy. He wanted her all to himself and he would do anything to keep her there, but she couldn’t know that. She couldn’t know he was just as gone as she.
She quirked a brow. “You wouldn’t want to know. That’s… unbecoming of a young lady.”
He was cracked now. A chuckle bubbled from the pits of his stomach and he shook his head, eyes cast downward. She couldn’t see her effect, couldn’t see that his pupils were blown to the edges of his irises. He was falling already. Ten minutes and he was tangled in her web. For the night, at least.
“I will have you know that I enjoy a devilish dance, a walk on the wild side.”
“Is that so?”
She knew he was used to getting what he wanted. He was a golden god, a man who was becoming increasingly successful and powerful. He had made his rounds with the ladies of the scene and took no prisoners. He wasn’t known to be as harsh as Jimmy, but deathly charming all the same. He was a knockout, a beautiful man. She could have him for the night no issue, but what was to come was what she feared.
“Why don’t you find out?” He quipped, hoping his brazen desire would assist her into his bed.
For a moment she thought about it, but just one. She couldn’t dottle on her answer. Flashes of the David fiasco entered her mind, but no sooner did they leave as they arrived. In a similarly quick fashion, she imagined being in his bed, what it would feel, sound, and taste like. She then thought about what it would be like when she inevitably had to leave it.
She put her drink down and turned to him. “Okay. Show me the way, lover”.
Jimmy watched from the booth. He watched the two work away, watched as they began the play. And he watched as the curtains were drawn and they sought refuge in the comfort of a backstage bedroom. He was left alone in the sticky booth sipping on his whiskey, thinking of what Gwen would have to say about it all.
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teen wolf: the movie thoughts
i’ve been thinking a lot about the teen wolf movie now that it’s coming out soon, and i have a few things i am nervous/excited about. because when beloved shows get rebooted or revived, majority of them end up ruining what was written previously, disrespecting the characters/their storylines for the sake of drama, and i don’t want that to happen to teen wolf.
i’m nervous about:
- stydia: i hope jeff didn’t break them up, but 13-15 years is a long time and people do drift apart. but stydia was a couple that was portrayed as “soulmates”. and if that gets ruined by a break-up just because dylan/stiles isn’t in the movie, i’m gonna be pretty pissed off. that is one quick way to ruin teen wolf for me and make it really hard to go back and enjoy the seasons. so i hope just because dylan/stiles isn’t in the movie, that doesn’t affect stydia. because they didn’t go through all that they went through to have it ruined in 2 hours.
- allison coming back: i love that she is, and i am intrigued to see how it’s done. but i can’t go through another allison death scene again. the first one was too much. and the thought of potentially having the movie end with allison “dying” again makes me wonder if bringing her back, in whatever way they have, might cheapen her season 3 death?. whatever the story is with allison and the nogitsune, i hope it’s done in a way that makes sense, and respects allison and her relationships with the other characters.
- how they go about stiles’ absence: let’s be honest, the reason why stiles didn’t come back to help his best friend/father/love of his life deal with this old/new supernatural enemy has to be a pretty solid one. because stiles wouldn’t leave scott alone to deal with allison coming back, he’d want to be there for his brother. so, i feel like that’s another reason why they choose the nogitsune. because then they can say the trauma from being possessed by him in S3 is the reason why he’s staying away. or scott, lydia, papa stilinski could of insisted stiles not come because they don’t want to subject him to that trauma again. also, they could say stiles is undercover somewhere since at the end of S6 he did walk into the FBI. whatever the reason, it needs to be believable for the fans to accept “oh, that’s why stiles isn’t there”. not some shitty reason that isn’t believable.
- jeff/the writers ignoring what was canon or what previous seasons developed: i would love for there to be little easter eggs to previous seasons (beyond just the nogitsune, oni, etc). some shows/writers have a tendency to lean more towards drama purposes, then making sure that the revival is an extension of previous stories told while also keeping it fresh and exciting. i don’t want teen wolf to be one of those shows that ruins 6 seasons worth of content and characters. i don’t want to watch the movie and feel like it was a mistake to make it.
- the movie format vs the season format: i assume the movie is roughly going to be 2 hours, and it concerns me either that may not be enough time to conclude the story or give proper character development, or the movie will drag on and include unnecessary filler scenes. also, this is going to sound bad, but i want the movie to be, kinda, like a love letter to the original characters. i don’t want new characters to be where they don’t fit. it’s two hours (roughly), and the nogitsune storyline seems like it’ll be a big one. and i selfishly want majority of the screen time to go towards allison and the friendships/connections we grew to love in the show - mama mccall/scott, lydia/allison, scott/allison, derek/scott, liam/scott, malia/scott, papa argent/allison, papa stilinski/mama mccall, derek/peter, liam/mason, etc.
i’m excited about:
- allison: i’m not sure if i’m more nervous or excited, but i am so glad to see allison again. i just have my fingers crossed the decision to bring her back was well thought out, and not done so with ill-intent. but then again, i doubt crystal would reprise a version of allison if she felt like it wasn’t genuine or respectful to allison, her journey and her connections with the characters - mainly her dad, scott and lydia.
- the nogitsune: i know a lot of people aren’t too thrilled that they are using the nogitsune as the villain, and i get it, because dylan did make void stiles so iconic that it’s hard to imagine anybody else doing the same. but i keep thinking back to that bone-chilling line that void stiles said at the end of S3, “you can kill the oni, but me?. me?. you can’t kill me, i’m a thousand years old”. and the nogitsune is a trickster (if i remember correctly) so i assume in the span of 1,000 years there has been many variations of the nogitsune. i know, i may be in the minority, but i am intrigued by how different this nogitsune is, and why it choose allison out of everyone. and to ultimately see what crystal does with it. she is such a talented actress, that i am super intrigued to see void allison and scott, lydia’s and papa argent’s reactions to having to fight, yet again, somebody that they love. but i get why so many don’t like the idea, because it is a slippery slope. and it could either turn out absolutely amazing or the worst idea ever.
- seeing my favourite characters again: scott, lydia, allison, papa argent/stilinski, mama mccall, peter, derek, etc.
- the scenes with allison + the core group: her interactions with lydia, scott and especially her dad. no matter if you dislike/hate the idea of void allison/the nogitsune, i think the one thing we can agree on is the scenes between her and scott, lydia and her dad are going to be some of the best ones in the movie.
also, one important question i have:
- where’s isaac?. will we see him. why have i seen nothing about whether or not he’s in the movie???: my baby has been in france (i think that’s where he is) for a long time. is he okay? is he safe?. i need to know where issac is, what he’s been up to all these years, and i need to see him again, plus i would love to see issac’s reaction to allison being “back”. and to see him also help scott through it. while also getting some issac/papa argent and isaac/derek scenes. the bottom line is, it’s been enough time, bring isaac back!
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nerd notes about the apocalypse and what would happen should the egg die since that fate becomes more and more likely,
-"well, likely what'll happen is already loaded chunks like the tea shop, elysium, and new solace will stay habitable. Death will become an active player instead of a vague adversarial backdrop, and land outside any not loaded chunk will become extremely dangerous to traverse, and the void will become more exposed leading void creatures and Death to have some complex interactions, a deadly cocktail for those travelling the land. The new kind of overarching villain would either be Death or some sort of domain god hierarchy scrambling for power in the new vacuum. at some point there would likely be a method for characters to become gods and choose to become gods of the farlands and make it more habitable for future generations. or everyone will live out normal lives, albeit constrained."
-but yeah also like just ending the rp right there would be kinda sad so like. yeah id feel bad too
so new fun conflicts
what also might happen is i might give Death (the character) to one of you and focus entirely on setting and some quick stories? so that you
c!wrens at a breaking point and it seems they are dangerously close to rejoining the egg. Wren does not want me to make angst i am being made hostage /j
canonical explanation for the lizard aka batts not fucking dying bc we needed one of those besides heehoo funny kekw,
-"Can I ask for one last thing?
I only have you for so long, before you go back. You trapped yourself away from me.
Batts. They're the last one- that I know of. Keep them alive. Please.
I can't keep them alive. I can grant them more life. But I need an exchange.
Your servitude, again. After all this is over.
Alright.
It shall be done. They will be granted more lives, as many as they please.
As long as you stay with me." <- convo between the egg and nerd when they died
the gang™️ started making memorial type things for the dead, the missing and the gleanmons. they consist of rocks with the named engraved and then placed into a basket filled with buttercup flowers. these flowers will eventually be made into flowerbeds
impostbur seems to be carrying a message of danger to haunted hollow sent by a god
scribbles got offered to be a priest for gaea by gaea upon visiting the secret tree carven OoOOOOoo
the egg was in a silly goofy mood™️ and the tea shop and everything in a 100 block radius is in the fucking sky by a LOT of blocks
we figured out why nerd joined the egg and we all sobbed
wren and batts argued
theseus came in
wren went back outside
tw for death
after a small talk with charlotte, wren was stabbed through the abdomen
bug wren and theseus tried to save them but it wasnt enough
wren has permadied B)
wren is buried in the pet backyard
cheshire visited a little too late
scribbles has a dream about a long dead friend
aka we all out angsted each other every few seconds
ghost is planning something in haunted hollow! >:3
breaking news theres gay activity in the cabin with a blissful endermite only wanting to give his wife a stone dagger! love wins!
everyone had this weird but ultimately pointless shared dream about theseus getting kidnapped (aka rp that got retconned)
X3 and maple had a movie night in the nether, where the found a broken down lab and a robot inside named 02, whom they brought back with them to the overworld
eggi lured batts away from the teashop and tricked them into lowering their guard by pretending to be ori, then he killed them. batts respawned back at the teashop
scribbles, theseus, and bug fought with eggi and gleamon!wren in the woods. they got badly injured, but luckily managed to flee back to the teashop with their lives intact after injuring eggi
ori and chorus went out to look for the end portal, and in this way found magnolia (scribbles' mom), who had been surviving the apocalypse on her own. chorus abruptly collapsed and had to be taken back to the teashop
chorus woke up possessed by camden. camden explained they had been stuck inside a dark place for a long time, but they were able to reach out and enter chorus' body, though they didnt know why. they only stayed around for a little bit before chorus regained control
eggi left the island with new aardvark friend bart
and a tuatara named buddy 😌
the egg gave nerd the ability to enter people's dreams and turn them into realities, so now a bunch of alt dream versions of everyone are popping up and causing confusion
more of Pretentious Whore being a pretentious whore, specifically being mean to wren. everyone hates them 👍
Death reached out to maple and gave them a button, which she told them to press during the egg's wedding
egg wedding happened 🦀 right at the end, maple pressed the button that death gave them. a big hole opened up into the void and swallowed everyone at the wedding. multiple people died and got sent to their limbos, but they got revived after maple made a deal with death to become under her servitude. also wren became un-gleamoned
the gang landed in a place with ouchie floor and a bunch of portals leading to other universes. they had a scooby doo-esque chase with the egg across the multiverse which is still going on, though they did take a break to rob a denny's
camden briefly re-possessed chorus when they realized that they could ask one of the AU blues to open their world's blue's enderchest, which held camden's corpse in it (they put it there when they were fleeing dirttopia with the intention to have a funeral later, but blue died before that happened so camden's body has just been stuck in their enderchest for a long time). they kidnapped glsmp!blue and retrieved camden's body so they could finally have that funeral and help camden move on
right now most of the gang is sorta resting in the kc universe
battery went through a random portal and found nerd, un-gleamoned and aging, in an abandoned universe where nerd has been looking after the characters there who were all comatose due to not being played by the gods. nerd told battery that they have been un-gleamoned in this world because of the lack of the egg's influence here, and has also lost their immortality and aged because of the lack of death's influence. nerd and battery promised to live out nerd's last years together
outside the big hole and the multiverse portal stuff, eggi has been kidnapped by an enderman for a museum attraction el o el
WOOOOOOOoo this is all in the af! recaps ! however. we have our Own server. with our Own recaps. this all happened 7 months ago. >:}
oh my god
#i remember seeing the activity in 'universe hopping: the server' and was like huh what a nice day for non canon one off! (clueless)#ddsmp#ask tag#friends tag
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How do you decide when to end a chapter? Do you aim for an approx word count or is the division of chapters solely based on content? Really enjoying hockey AU!
hi anon! glad you're enjoying hockey au :)
i'd say it's sort of both approx word count and content? sort of a vibes based approach that incorporates both? it's mostly content/serving the story properly, but the content so far has tracked a pretty consistent pattern.
like most of my chapters have been around 5k words plus or minus 1k. i haven't been AIMING for 5k, but the content of the story has tended to divide pretty nicely into 5k chunks like that. i anticipate most chapters will be around that length, just because that seems to be where i like to end a chapter instinctively.
however!!! i already know that there will be some bigger chapters (i have them labeled "monster chapter" in my organization document). those are gonna be significantly longer, and i want them together in one chapter because it i don't want to disrupt the flow of the action by breaking it up into two chunks. i think it would do a disservice to the story. so in those cases, content very clearly trumps any consideration of length, and i even know that in advance.
i can say more about my thought process specifically for this last chapter, but i'll put that under the cut.
in the case of ch. 4 (just posted) and ch. 5 (upcoming chapter), i basically realized i wanted to add a bunch of scenes before training camp to flesh out the world, keep characterization consistent, and do a better job setting up some of the dynamics in training camp itself.
like it didn't make sense to me that jihyo, who i'm characterizing as a great leader, wouldn't reach out to ryujin even once before training camp even though she put in all this effort to give the freshmen mentors, welcome packets, etc. obviously she's not gonna baby ryujin in that same way, since she's a junior, but there's no way she doesn't put in some effort. so that's why i wrote the first part of ch. 4.
the middle/last part of ch. 4, lia's social guide to jypu hockey, was something i realized i needed to make for a couple of reasons. first, it makes sense for the characters; ryujin has gotten a lay of the land hockey-wise, at least on paper, but she's still kind of a social outsider.
at this point in the story, ryujin is very much in like...a data gathering phase, so that she can figure out what she needs to do to find success at jypu (both on and off the ice). we've seen that she's not too prideful to ask for help/info from chaer, so i think there's no way she wouldn't ask one of her two new friends about the personalities of her teammates at some point before training camp. and she had just started becoming friendly with lia, so i kind of tried to kill two birds with one stone there; get ryujin the information she wanted/needed (esp. re: lily, sana, and dahyun), but also solidify her friendship with lia like i did her friendship with chaer in ch. 3.
plus, the set up of the party scene allowed me to put in some easter eggs, a little bit of foreshadowing (some of which people have caught, some of which people absolutely missed), and even give a taste of lia's dynamic with chaeryeong (feeding my own need for this to be an OT5 fic lol). in general, i want the ensemble cast to be at least somewhat fleshed out before the season starts in earnest with yeji in ch. 6, so ch. 4 and 5 are both doing that in different ways.
initially, the content of ch. 4 was just gonna be kind of the introductory section of ch. 5, but then those scenes hit 5k and i was like "oh this is actually kind of an independent set up chapter, and the fact that i just hit the 5k mark is a clear indicator of that. i want the training camp chapter to really be its own thing, but if i leave these together as a monster chapter it's kinda too long and the flow is weird".
so, i ended up deciding to split them up, which i still think was the right call because ch. 5 as it currently stands is already past 7k and i still have another long-ish (...ryeji!) scene left to write.
anyway that's my long ramble, hope my thought process isn't too hard to follow lol
it makes sense in my head i swear!!
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The Break
Pairing(s): Fem!MC/Yuu/Reader x TBD
Summary: MC finally shuts down from all of her acts of helping with overblots and the countless favors/demands that are asked of her. When the Prefect of Ramshackle is the one who needs help, who steps forward?
WARNINGS
I am not the best at labeling warnings or triggers but I can say that this story is laden with neglect, self-neglect, anxiety, possible depression and attempts to justify the above. There could be more labels that I can add but i’m unsure how to word them - so please exercise caution.
Quick Note: The reader in this story is largely based upon Cinderella, for multiple reasons (#1 being that I want to and #2 being that I absolutely love Cinderella and think she’s amazingヾ(•ω•`)o ) . If that type of character behavior annoys or offends you, I recommend skipping this!
She should have seen it coming; The break. Her break.
Her sight blurred with tears, which spilled over her eyes quickly as she laid upon the floor of the library – cold and alone. In front of her, just out of reach, laid her phone amidst the plentiful books which laid strewn chatoticly across the floor from her harsh tumble. Her phone vibrated constantly cause M/C o flinch as she imagined the messages that must be flying across her notifications; Her friends and upperclassmen asking for favors and why she hadn’t completed what they asked.
‘I need to… get up.’ She thought to herself, willing herself to move her arms but her body was more akin to cold, ancient steel, a machine that had been abandoned and forgotten throughout time; It felt nothing like how she was a month ago, a week ago, a few hours ago. ‘ I have.. so much left to do.’
As she tried to find the will to stand – M/C thought of how she ended up in this position; body battered and bruised after falling from the top of the ladder in the deserted corner of the library.
She could barely life her feet as she made her way down the path, back towards Ramshackle Dorm. In her arms, Grim lay curled into her chest as he slept peacefully in her arms.
‘We both had a long day.’ MC mused to herself, gently pressing his closer as the cold, wintry wind blew harder. She recounted their day slowly, going over each task they had accomplished.
Crowley wished for them to wake up earlier to remove unwanted, viney weeds from around the campus gates, Sam’s Store, and the fencing around the Flying Course field in exchange he’d give them some aid to finally repair their roof. Unable to refuse such an offer, M/C awoke at 3 am to be able to accomplish all of the weeding.
However, Grim had not woken to any of her calls or he just ignored her, leaving M/C to venture into the darkened morning on her own to do the weeding.
After 2 hours, when she was finally able to head back to Ramshackle to freshen up before breakfast, she was stopped by Vil. The Pomefiore Dorm Head all but demanded her attention for an hour in the afternoon, her lunch period specifically, to fetch him some arctic sea water from Azul.
Vil was supposedly unable to pick up the water himself as he had an impromptu photoshoot and Azul would only meet during lunchtime.
Despite the tone he used, M/C could sense that Vil was more antsy about missing his photoshoot -made more evident by the slight twitch at the mention of potentially missing the event. She agreed with a bright smile; choosing to ignore Vil’s comment about grass sticking to her and her ‘odor’ when she turned to leave.
Finally, she made it to Ramshackle and rid herself of the stray remnants of debris before she freshened up. Grim, who finally awoke, all but rushed her from the home before she could rest – determined to beat Ace and Deuce to breakfast.
But as luck would have it, M/C could not make it to the Dining Hall before she was stopped by a rather, frazzled Ruggie, who all but shoved a bag of food onto her. He left rushed orders to take it to Leona as he was asked to help restock the lounge before classes. He ran off before she could refuse.
Grim happily skipped to the dining room, telling her not to waste time since he wasn’t going to save her any of the food. However, before she could rush off – Grim yelled back at her to pick up some tuna for him at Sam’s since she was going out of the main building anyway.
She only nodded, ignoring the hollowed feeling in her stomach and the way it rumbled in protest.
M/C remembers being stopped before she could reach Leona, the botanical garden just in sight. That view had been blocked by the ever-looming, Leech Twins. Floyd grinned down at her and plucked the sandwich from her hands.
“Ah! Koechi-chan is so sweet!~ She brought food for us, Jade” Floyd cheered, ignoring her protests and pleas for him to give her the food back.
“Indeed she did, Floyd.” Jade chuckled, doing nothing to stop his twin, who began to eat the food in front of M/C. “And by the way, Prefect. Vil told us that you would be the one picking up his items later today.”
“Y-yes that’s right. At lunch time.” She clarified, her voice softer as she deflated. In retrospect, she still didn’t know what she could have said to Floyd to make him stop. So many girls on Magicam were adamant about how they maintain dominance over their own friends to avoid being stepped on but they always sounded cruel; Giving instructions to ‘clapback’, to insult them, to physically hurt them or poke at their insecurities to make them listen. She didn’t want to snap at the twins, not only would it not do her any good but angering them isn’t what she wanted.
“Azul needs to push that time to this evening, at dinner. Vil suddenly requested twice the amount and thus more payment is required.” M/C remembered the chill that ran down her spine as the Twins seemed to loom over her even more.
“P-Payment? But I don’t-“
“Rook is handling the payment but,in the even he doesn’t, please he prepared to pay any outstanding fees.”
The Twins ignored her pleas for clarification, with Floyd only turning around to demand that she be present for his basketball practice later today.
M/C recounted how, after that, her day became a blur with random intervals of clarity when another request or demand was made of her.
Ace and Deuce asking her to handle their chores in Heartslabyul of feeding the Hedgehogs and Flamingos while they went to mandatory study hall with Professor Trein.
Trey caught her and asked for her to pick up some cream from Sam’s shop for him. She also picked up the tuna that Grim had asked for and the only thing she could afford to eat to replace the breakfast that she missed – a discounted egg salad sandwich.
A sandwich she could only eat half of, as the other half was given to Silver, who had missed breakfast looking for Malleus. He had not asked anything of her, she remembered, but the way he looked at her was odd to say the least. He was adament on her sitting down and finishing her half of a sandwich before leaving but the appearance of Ortho, who asked for her to run an errand for Idia, pulled her away.
Her classes came and went, leaving her feeling isolated as usual. Professor Crewel, never one to shy away from a ‘training’ opportunity, chided her for using an incorrect about of Phoeniz wings in her potion. He only became agitated when she proceeded to answer his questions about the potion, a simple draught, completely wrong. Grim was of no help as even he didn’t know the answers, nor did Ace or Deuce by what they had said but Ace and Grim took great joy in laughing at her misery.
Normally, it wouldn’t have affect her but today, it hurt.
But she smiled anyway.
Lunch time came and, again, she was stopped before she entered the dining hall. Sebek demanded her help in finding Malleus, who was not present at lunch. Again, Grim deserted her as Sebek grabbed her and dragged her along beside him and Silver to find Malleus.
Again, Silver regarded her in an odd way but he said nothing out of the ordinary towards her.
They never did find Malleus and Sebek took too yelling at her for being unable to be of any use in finding him.
“..Sorry, Sebek. I’ll try harder next time.” Was all she could say, while Silver chided him on being too harsh.
As they made it back to the main building, it was time for classes; She had missed lunch as well.
‘Perhaps that’s why I was so dizzy.’ She thought to herself, managing to prop herself onto her elbows. The floor beneath her moved and rippled, similar to the waves in the great oceans back in her homeworld. ‘Correction, why I AM so dizzy…’
Her mind again wandered back to her day after lunch time; Where her day only worsened.
Without any proper food in her, there was no way that she could stay awake with Professor Trein’s class. Lucius quickly spotted her and alerted Trein, before Deuce could fully wake her up.
“Do you believe yourself too smart to pay attention within my class, Miss M/C.” He sneered, a glare firmly on his face as he gazed down at her.
“N-No, sir. I’m sorry, Professor! It wasn’t-“
“Silence.” His voice was firm as harsh, caushing her to flinch and shrink in her seat. “There will be no talking back to me of any kind. I had high expectations of you, Miss M/C and yet you have a complete lack of manners. As punishment, you will write me a paper explaining the important of Magical History, no less than 10 pages. If it is not on my desk first thing in the morning, then expect a harsher punishment. Do you understand?”
“Y-Yes, sir.” She mumbled, her head bowed in submission. M/C could remined the feeling of the heat behind her eyes; How hard it was to hold back tears in that moment.
She hadn’t expected kindness from Professor Trein but it seemed no one was recognizing that she was doing the absolute best that she could do with the circumstances that she was in.
She was blunt and sarcastic at times, yes, but she can’t think of anyone who can hold their tongue constantly. Yet when she seemed to speak, unless it was humorous in nature or her agreeing with those around her- she went unheard. But if she pressed and asked for help, who would drop their things to come to her aid?
Those thoughts plagued her for the rest of the day;
Even as Floyd threatened and scolded her for missing basketball practice, where she was supposed to stock the ice water and the cool towels for him, even though Epel asked her to pick up some old weights from Ruggie.
Even when Ruggie scolded her for not delivering Leona’s sandwich, calling her a thief for eating the sandwich when she reassured him that she didn’t and that Floyd had taken it.
Even when Ace and Deuce whined and complained about letting them down for not feeding the animals properly, when she couldn’t do it properly as they never explained all of the rules to her.
Even when Azul asked, demanded, that she find a specific book for him within the dark recesses of the library before closing as Vil’s additional fee– the thoughts never left her.
In truth, she was merely an anomaly in this world; An irregularity that didn’t belong, didn’t have a place within this magic, twisted world that she found herself in. She was without even the most basic magic to help her through her day to day life as the other had. M/C didn’t know even the most basic of terms within classes that would help her – shown by her struggling grades and performance.
She wouldn’t last outside of NRC, even Crowley had alluded to that. She had no birth certificate, no I.D. on her person, and no family of which to speak of.
Who would risk their own education and future to help someone who wouldn’t be able to do anything on their own anyway?
Even Grim, the other half to her ‘whole student’ was beginning to separate from her as his magic was matured and refined.
But that was why she smiled, was it? She smiled because she liked being needed, feeling as if she had a place in a world where she had none. Even if it ended with her being overworked, sleep-deprived and feeling so hollow – she was needed. A little suffering was nothing.
If her friends would excel in the world around her, wouldn’t that be worth it all? They shouldn’t have to suffer and fail in their classes just because a useless anomaly couldn’t handle the most basic of things.
‘It’s fine.’ She thought to herself, finally pushing herself to her knees. She winced, her movements letting her know just how bad her fall had truly been; Her chest hurt and ached with every beat of her heart, her right leg, the one which hit the ground first, was pulsing and red hot and all over – it felt as if fire ants were stinging her.
“It’s..fine.” She mumbled to herself, reaching with shaking hands to begin the task of stacking the books that she knocked over.
“No, it is not.” Came a hardened voice from behind her.
M/C tensed, her eyes widening as she registered the voice as Professor Trein. As she straightened her back quickly, aiming to turn to look at her professor, the room began to spin once more. Sound all around her became muffled as it felt as though her entire was was submerged underwater.
“ -s M/C. Are your manners that abhorrent that you cannot even turn to face when when I speak to y-.” Professor Trien fumed but his voice faded away despite how hard she attempted to focus on it.
“P-Professor…” She whimpered, curling into herself to try to stop the sensations around her; But they never ceased, even as she felt something wet run down her face - a pain beginning to bloom upon her head as she focused on the wet feeling.
And it all went dark.
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Telling Tobey!Peter You’re Pregnant Would Include...
Request: Hello, I was wondering if you could write a Peter Parker (Tobey) imagine or headcanon where the reader (his wife) tells him she’s pregnant with their first child❤️ Could it also be a boy please? Thank you!
Ahhh this is such a sweet request could you IMAGINE his face????
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I’m SCREAMING!!! Can you imagine what Peter would do??? Man would literally collapse face down onto the floor in front of you he would be so over the MOON.
You decide to tell your husband in just kind of a spur of the moment situation. You had thought about doing some big grand event to tell him the news, as Harry and M.J. had been helping you plan out the whole day. You were going to bring him to the New York Hall of Science on the weekend, as Harry had managed to pull some strings and arranged for some of the environmental exhibition panels to morph from their leafy display into: ‘Peter you’re a father!’
But in the end up, just saying the words felt more natural? Just much more... Peter. That connection, that peace and love and easy homeliness just meant a more intimate setting between the two of you just felt right in the moment.
It had been a tranquil, lush spring day - the kind where the streets seemed to sing underneath the honey gold dawn, and the flowers seemed to twirl like feathers along the side walk as the two of you made your way to Aunt May’s home. A cosy, amiable and familiar morning was spent with you and Peter finally helping Aunt May redecorate the downstairs rooms. Whenever Peter took a break to stop spreading the egg shell blue specks along the living room wall, he spent the time sipping lemonade May had left out for the two of you. He would come to where you were spreading red in the kitchen stepladder, wrapping an arm around your waist until you finally came back down to the floor with a big smile on your face.
The painting would end up being left abandoned for the rest of the day. Aunt May comes in with arms full of groceries a couple of hours later, and gasps mildly in surprise when she peers around the living room doorway and spots the two of you lying side by side on the carpet. Peter’s shirt rubs against your back from where his left arm is lying around your back and resting happily against your hip. The two of you are giggling into each other’s faces, you fondly pressing your nose against his and tipping his glasses back up his face. He presses a gentle butterfly kiss against the tip of yours as you pull away, shuffling his thighs closer towards you as he uses his free hand to turn another page of the old photo album.
May decides to treat you all by cooking Peter’s childhood favourite: Lasagne followed by Cherry Pie, and the three of you spend a fond afternoon laughing and reminiscing old stories about the time Peter got stuck in his window when he was sneaking round next door to see you during your fifth year of High School. Or how he was so nervous for your first date that he accidentally tripped over the kitchen table and spilled his whole glass of orange juice over Ben’s head.
Before you leave, May slips over to you while Peter is busy putting back on his coat, and grabbing the jacket he will soon wrap around your shoulders with a lovestruck smile, the same puppy dog eyes he first gave you all those years ago still firmly (and always will be) etched over his features every time he looks at you. Because she just always knows these things, she slips a twenty dollar bill into your hand and pulls you down until she’s whispering into your ear.
‘Now you take this, and you use it for the crib. You take care of yourself now, or I’ll know about it.’
You can find a tear in your eye as she wraps you up in a big hug, nearly lifting you off the ground despite how frail she looks. Peter, being the big loveable dope he is, just wanders over with that merrily content look in his face as he comes behind you and joins the hug without really knowing what’s going on.
It just felt so right - so natural to be starting a family with Peter Parker, that as soon as the two of you finally manage to get the door to your apartment banged open with your joined shoulders, you can’t wait any longer. You just knew it had to be now. So, Peter walks over to loosen his tie and drop it onto the bed, and out of the corner of his eye his Spider-Sense kicks in and he catches you shivering with excitement about something.
With raised eyebrows, he just knows to gently take your hand and lead you down towards the bed. With a big, goofy, questioning smile on his face, he perches the two of you down in front of the metal frame, until your knees are touching. Gently resting your hands in his lap, he lovingly gives you the time you need to form whatever words you need to say - the ones that, at the moment, are catching like thick treacle against the back of your throat.
In the end, you just turn his palms up until you’re cupping the backs of his hands. With a confused squint, he watches as you slowly pull them down and leave them resting gingerly against your stomach, each inch as you stare at his face leaving every nerve in your body tingling with electricity. He rubs gently against your skin with his thumbs, just always so happy to be allowed to be close to you. that for a moment he doesn’t realise that you’re trying to tell him something.
So you just blurt it out.
‘Peter, I’m- I’m pregnant! You’re going to be a father, Peter!’
Sadly, you don’t have your own version of the Spidey-Sense, so you think that he’s taken the news well. He just kind of freezes, that big blank smile still plastered on his face. But those eyes, oh those huge glassy eyes grow wider inch by inch until you’re worried they’re about to pop out of his head. And then his shoulder just kind of sway, and then his chest wavers, and then he straight up rolls his eyes back and collapses down onto the wooden floor as you reach out to try and grab him.
While you’re busy trying to slap his face and wake him up, Mr. Ditkovich is busy banging on your door trying to find out what that massive thump means you’ve broken.
After a few groans, he finally comes round again. And straight away, he seems to come to his senses and pounces on you until you’re flying back and your head hits the pillows. In less than a second flat he’s straddling you, hair messy and mouth wild as he presses loads of little kisses over your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, your ears your chin your knuckles your eyelids your-
He’s just saying ‘I love you, I love you I love you I love you’ over and over again between each press of his lips against you. Well, until he realises he may have hurt you and suddenly whips his leg off of you, apologising profusely.
You just grab him by the back of his neck and pull him down, chest first, on top of you again, until you can feel his weight pressed against you. He gives in, of course he does, just melting totally in to you as he pulls you onto his side and just starts manically giggling, dress shoes still on.
He spends the whole night (once you’ve managed to detach his sloth arms from you, that is) with his head lying pressed against your stomach. His nose is flattened against your side, and you can feel his lips move sleepily against your waist as his hand rests on your little baby bump. Even half-asleep, his excitement keeps him wired and awake as he just murmurs things like ‘wow wow wow’ and ‘your momma is the most amazing woman in the whole wild world, I can’t wait for you to meet her.’
Sometimes you wake up to see him in the same position, but now curled up against your body, just humming to your baby. Every so often, he has to stop and giggle because his cheeks are burning bright red with joy and hope and anticipation.
When he’s out as Spider-Man after that, he sits on the perches of buildings a lot as he waits for news from his police radio. He’s sewn a special little pocket down by his heart that he keeps the sonogram in, and he pulls it out just to stroke his finger over it and feel his heart thunder against his breast.
Sometimes you go to clean the suit, and find the material around the bug eyes soaking wet.
He’s really bad at setting up the crib in the corner of your apartment. In the end up, when one of the screwdrivers ends up in the wall, he gives up and uses his web fluid to stick it all together. His favourite part of this endeavour was standing behind you and looking at the slightly crooked final project, rubbing your swollen stomach as he presses his chin into the dip of your neck.
He’s the kind of man to go into a panic and ask if you need him to swing you to the hospital every time the baby kicks.
He comes home with all your shirts and underwear dyed red one day. With a sorry shrug of his shoulders, he finally relents that he wasn’t paying attention to the machine because he was too busy sitting on one of the plastic chairs, the other piled with library books he had taken out about fatherhood.
The two of you go out shopping for baby supplies with a list complied for you by Aunt May. You manage to lose Peter in the toy aisle of one of the department stores, and you finally find him staring wide eyed at a little fuzzy spider toy with yellow booties on each of its legs.
Of course you end up buying it, and you’d think by the high squeaky laugh he gives every time he sees it that he was the kid it was bought for.
When you find out the sex of your baby, Peter is SO overjoyed he honestly just kind of crumples into your lap and starts sobbing (although he would have loved a little baby girl as well).
He’s so so happy, but at the same time he’s so afraid. He doesn’t want his child to end up like him, alone and scared after his parents died.
Your baby is a blessing, and so he’s going to try and be ten times the man he ever was for you. He’s going to finally live up to the man his Uncle knew he could be.
The two of you end up naming your baby boy Ben, and you see him sometimes up in the night. He always knows, just out of his innate paternal instinct when his baby needs him, so he always gets up and lets you sleep. But you wake up, and through the lone few rays of silvery light of moonlight that flood through the window panes you see your husband rocking your child in his muscular arms. Tears are spilling down his cheeks as he rubs his knuckles over his cheek, before going down to tickle his stomach.
He just smiles and cries as he revels in the knowledge that his life is perfect, and he wouldn’t change any bump along the way to finally reach this moment.
#Spiderman#no way home#Tobey Maguire#Peter Parker#Peter Parker imagine#marvel#Spiderman imagine#Spiderman no way home#Peter Parker x reader#Spiderman x reader#Peter Parker headcanons#Spiderman headcanons#tobey!spidey
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Shake On It [ d. malfoy ]
Author’s Note: I originally planned on posting this as just one long fic buuut instead i’m going to do a mini series, ya know torture you guys just just a lil bit (gif is not mine) also I got all the information about the potions and the ingredients from harry potter wiki and of course I do not own harry potter or the storyline/characters.
Word Count: 8k
Summary: There’s little to nothing Draco values more than his reputation so when he sees it slipping, he’ll do anything in his power to catch it.
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader
Warnings: angst, foul language, some bullying and asshole!draco.
This is an AU so all the information doesn’t exactly line up with the hp storyline for example it takes place in sixth year but there’s no Voldemort so Dumbledore doesn’t die etc.
You’d never been much for the ‘social scene’ you just didn’t find enjoyment in the same things your classmates did, so you never really had a big friend group, your only acquaintance having been Irma Prince… The librarian.
That was until your second year when Hermione Granger came into your life like a ray of sunshine brightening up the dark loneliness that had consumed you your first year.
She introduced you to Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, although you were never as close with them as you were with Hermione you still couldn’t be more grateful for your newfound friend group, especially since you now didn’t have to endure Draco’s and his fellow Slytherin classmates torment alone.
You were and had always been an easy target for Draco and his entourage since you never really stood up for yourself, instead choosing to ignore how he continuously called you ‘a blood traitor’ for hanging out with ‘the likes of Hermione’ which you never understood, how was someone different from him just because they didn’t have magical parents?
It was a well-known fact that Draco’s father Lucius Malfoy was the cause of his attitude towards muggle-borns, you truly believed that man didn’t have a kind bone in his body.
You remembered once when you’d arrived at platform 9¾ after your third year Draco went to greet his parents and whilst Narcissa (his mother) gave him a big welcoming hug, embracing her son after not having seen him for many months Lucius simply stared down at him with a glare that could only be described as disgust and disappointment before turning and walking away without as much as a greeting to the platinum blond.
Still, that didn’t excuse Draco’s foul behaviour, he was old enough now to have his own opinions and morals and he didn’t seem to be planning on changing them anytime soon.
You were now in your sixth year and unsurprisingly nothing had changed, Draco was still the same arse he’d always been, but as the years went on it was getting progressively easier to ignore him since you’d gotten so used to it.
It almost felt like it had become a part of your daily routine for him to yell something degrading in the hallways, mostly directed at you or Hermione or whatever Gryffindor he felt like bullying that day.
Intently focusing on the potions book that laid opened before you, you carefully followed the detailed instructions, not wanting to get a single thing wrong since you needed at least an outstanding in this class to keep up your average.
The last part was to add: ‘One drop of Unicorn blood’
You grabbed the flask that contained the silver liquid and as steadily as possible you leaned the bottle over your cauldron, letting a small drop slip past the edge and into the black water, but as you began leaning back Pansy Parkinson ‘accidentally’ bumped into you causing the entirety of the bottle to spill into your potion.
You glared up at her as you watched the black liquid turn sickly green instead of sparkly blue as it should. She shrugged her shoulders innocently, before walking back to the station she shared with Draco who greeted her with an amused smirk before turning back to his work.
“Try not to think too much about it” Hermione’s comforting voice sounded from beside you. “I’m so sick of those two” you argued pouring the remaining containments of the cauldron into a sink, now having to start the entire potion all over again.
“I know, I am too” Hermione frowned glaring at the two Slytherins who didn’t even bother to look over at her.
“Miss Y/L/N weren’t you nearly finished a couple of minutes ago?” Professor Slughorn’s voice could be heard from behind you as he looked over your shoulder, an unimpressed look on his face.
“Uh- yes sir it’s just I accidentally put too much Unicorns blood and had to start over again” you lied looking into the now-empty cauldron before you, glaring at Pansy once you heard her quiet laughter from the other side of the classroom.
“Well alright, but I’d hurry if I were you, I’m afraid you’re running a bit short on time” he smiled before moving on to the students sat in front of you.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Hermione frowned once Slughorn was out of earshot, you gave her a knowing look having had this conversation with her on more than one occasion.
Tattling on them wouldn’t change anything it would simply make their torments increase and you didn’t need that, especially with the N.E.W.T.S coming up you didn’t want anything distracting your studies.
Despite having been interrupted by Pansy you managed to be the only one who brewed the potion right and the displeased scowl placed on Pansy’s face as she watched you get praised by the teacher and the rest of the class was nothing but amusing.
Once you were finally dismissed, you were walking alongside Hermione down the long corridors leading to the Great Hall when someone again bumped into you causing all the books you’d been clutching between your arms to go flying towards the ground and you along with them.
“What a klutz” you heard the familiar squeaky voice of Pansy Parkinson, you hurriedly got back up onto your feet whilst Hermione picked up the remaining books that had sprawled all across the stone floor.
“You did that on purpose” you growled charging at Pansy who cowered away from you as you neared her but once she noticed Draco was watching she stopped dead in her tracks, a side smirk resting on her lips before she tilted her head to the side.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about” she innocently smiled before walking around you and back to Draco who held an emotionless expression on his face as he walked with her down the hall.
“Bitch” you mumbled underneath your breath just before Hermione came running up to you. “Are you okay?” she faintly smiled before handing you your things.
“Fine” you deadpanned before the two of you began walking back down the hallway again.
Once you’d made it into the Great Hall you immediately spotted Harry and Ron a smile on your face as you took a seat next to Harry, and Hermione the one next to Ron the previous events being long forgotten as you distracted yourself with the comforting company of your friends.
“Since when did Y/L/N and Potter become so close?” Draco’s face held a scowl as he watched the two of you interact from afar, he truly didn’t know why it bothered him, but for some reason it did.
“Why do you care?” Pansy replied as she began shifting in her seat to move closer to Draco who almost instinctively moved away causing a bright red tint to appear on her cheeks as she hurriedly moved back to her original seat.
“I don’t” he simply replied tearing his eyes away from you and Harry as he began playing with his food.
“You know what I think” Blaise raised an eyebrow as he daringly stared Draco down, “I think Malfoy’s gone soft” Blaise finished, the words earning loud snickers from the students sat next to them.
Draco’s stomach churned in anger at the words of his best friend throwing the boy a nasty glare before turning back to his food, but Blaise didn’t intend to stop there.
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you never pick on her anymore and you always get really defensive whenever- “
“Shut the hell up Blaise” Draco commanded and even though Blaise knew he was skating on thin ice, Draco’s fury only seemed to egg him on further as his eyes wandered towards the Gryffindor table to look at you.
"You know what Malfoy since you claim you have no feelings for her at all I dare you to break her heart"
"What?" Draco questioned genuinely confused at his friends' statement. "Make her fall in love with you and then dump her" Draco looked over at Pansy who seemed almost giddy at the suggestion, of course she'd be happy about this.
Draco thought about it for a moment, he knew that if he didn't do this he'd never hear the end of it, and keeping up his 'I don't care about anyone but myself' attitude had served him well over the years so as he weighed out the pros and the cons it seemed the cons were outnumbered and without a second thought he reached his hand out to Blaise.
"You've got yourself a deal" Draco spoke as they shook hands "and when I win, you'll be my personal servant for the rest of the year" Draco finished as he pulled his hand back causing Blaise's cocky facial expression to quickly drop.
"Fine but when I win, you have to do my homework for Defence Against the Dark Arts till we graduate" Draco rolled his eyes but nodded as he let his hand fall back into his lap.
He stared at you watching as you laughed at something Harry said and couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt knowing what he was about to do, but he shook the feeling away engaging back in the conversation of his friends, pushing all thoughts of you into the back of his mind.
The following week Draco still had yet to make his move on you. He was brainstorming ideas as he made his way to Potions, none of them good enough to follow through with but when he’d finally made his way into the classroom, he went to walk over to Blaise like he usually would but instead he found himself staring at the empty seat next to you.
He looked over at Blaise who was already quizzically staring at him. Draco mouthed a ‘watch this’ in return before he made his way towards you, grabbing a hold of the chair next to yours he stared down at you before asking.
"Is this seat taken?"
You looked up from your book turning to greet who you thought would have been Harry or Ron but instead, you were met with a pair of grey eyes you were not expecting to see, your mouth slightly parting as you stared wide-eyed at him.
"Yes actually-" you began but he had already sat down before you'd been able to reply, placing his backpack on the floor below him.
You raised an eyebrow at the blond, to which he replied by smiling over at you acting as if him sitting there was the most normal thing in the world.
"Do you mind?" you finally managed to choke out as he turned to face you.
"No, not at all" your eyes went wide at his words as you frantically began looking around the classroom for Hermione.
Once you made eye contact with her, you gave her a pleading look silently begging for her to help you, but she only took a hesitant seat next to Neville shrugging her shoulders indicating that there wasn't much she could do.
You grabbed the handle of your backpack beginning to stand up when you felt a hand wrap around your wrist preventing you from moving any further.
"Seems like all the other seats are taken Y/L/N" you frowned at his words turning your head to look around the classroom and sure enough there wasn't a single seat available.
You glared at him before ripping your hand out of his grasp and reluctantly sitting back down.
"Good morning" Slughorn's voice could be heard as he made his way towards the front of the classroom.
"Today we'll be working in pairs so whoever you're sitting next to is your partner for this assignment" your eyes widened in horror at his words as you glanced over at the Slytherin clad boy next to you.
"You're going to be writing an essay on the properties of Moonstone and its uses in Potion making" why did he have to announce this assignment today of all days?
You again looked over at Draco who seemed to be smiling, why was he happy about this? You placed your head in your hands as your mind began to wander, this was probably some stupid plan he and his friends had made to get you to fail the class.
"Professor" you eagerly raised your hand "is it too late to change partners?" you asked, silently begging for him to say no so you could work with Hermione or anyone else for that matter.
"Well I'm afraid everyone else seems to be taken Miss Y/L/N, I'm sure you and Mister Malfoy will be just fine together" you felt a flash off anger as you turned to look at the boy sat next to you.
"I swear if this is your idea of some sort of sick joke Malfoy, I'll hex you into oblivion" you threatened not daring to break eye contact with him, smirking once you noticed his taken aback expression.
"Y/L/N calm down, It's not a joke? You're the best at Potions in our year so I wanted to see if you'd be willing to work together but doesn't look like you have much of a choice now" he shrugged his shoulders; something was definitely off about this.
"So, you couldn't just ask me before we got to class?" his eyes seemed to widen a bit as he thought of a response but you continued before he had the chance to say anything "because I would have said no" and with that, you turned away from him pulling a piece of parchment out of your backpack along with your quill so you could start planning the next few weeks.
As it was nearing the end of the class you and Draco hadn't spoken a word to each other since you'd shut down all his attempts of starting a conversation, not having been interested in anything he had to say.
When class was over you handed Draco the piece of parchment that had a very detailed description of what his part in the project would be, so you'd be able to spend as little time together as possible, although he seemed to be quite displeased at this beginning to protest that you should work together so you'd get a better grade.
"I'm not spending any more time with you than I have to Malfoy so if you'll excuse me" you stood up pushing him out of the way before making your way to Neville's station where Hermione stood shoving her books into her bag.
Once you finally reached her you grabbed her by the arm, quickly pulling her after you out of the classroom. Ignoring her protests until you finally reached an empty corridor, void of any students and teachers.
"Please tell me you saw all that" you pleaded as you let go of her arm.
“You mean Malfoy?” Hermione replied, “yes Malfoy! He’s acting like we’re all of a sudden, the best of friends? Like he didn’t just call me a ‘blood traitor’ last week” you exasperated a scowl on your face.
“I think that was Zabini” Hermione acknowledged making you furrow your brows your mind wandering back to the encounter and sure enough she was right, Zabini had been the one to hurl the insult.
“What does it matter who said it, he’s one of them!” you protested, angrily turning to look at Hermione once you heard her stifled laughter from beside you.
“This isn’t funny! I’m stuck with him for the next- who knows how many weeks on this stupid project” you complained letting your head fall back as you let out a groan.
“Its okay Y/N don’t worry… I reckon he just fancies you” Hermione teased wiggling her eyebrows as she lightly nudged you in the shoulder.
“Have you gone mad?” you practically gasped although you couldn’t help the unfamiliar heat that began rushing to your cheeks at her words.
“Merlin Y/N you’re blushing! You like him?” you frantically covered her mouth as you noticed students beginning to fill the previously empty hallways.
“Would you hush! And no! I do not like Draco Malfoy, I could never like someone like him” you hissed your anger only growing once you noticed the same smile still linger on her lips.
“Whatever you say” Hermione jokingly sing sang, and in response you lightly hit her across the head with a piece of parchment you’d been holding unfortunately not getting the results you wanted since it only seemed to be egging her laughter on more.
“Alright calm down you lunatic I’m only joking” Hermione frowned rubbing the spot on her head you’d begun repeatedly hitting her, “you better be” you hummed, again pulling her after you as you two began walking down the hallways blending into the crowd of students.
“You know I can walk by myself” Hermione frowned once you’d found yourself standing out in the courtyard, your eyes searching for your two other friends since when you had Potions they had a free period which they spent most of their time here.
You finally spotted them sitting on a bench below a large brown oak tree, Seamus and Dean stood in front of them.
It was now Hermione’s turn to pull you away and in mere seconds you were standing next to the four Gryffindor clad boys who all turned their heads towards the two of you.
“Hello” you smiled before looking over at Harry who had already begun scooting over gesturing for you to come and sit down next to him, to which you happily obliged.
They all greeted you and Hermione before continuing their conversation about the upcoming Quidditch game they had against Slytherin next week.
“Yeah well Malfoy hasn’t caught the snitch when competing against Harry once, so I think we’re going to be okay” Ron assured Seamus who didn’t seem to be all that convinced but still began to make his way back into school Dean following behind him shortly after.
“Speaking of Malfoy” Hermione knowingly smirked at you before turning towards the two boys.
“Hermione no-“ you began but it was already too late, “seems he as a little crush” and there it was, you inwardly face palmed feeling the now-familiar heat in your face as you turned away from the confused glances of your two friends.
“Malfoy fancies Y/N?” Ron seemed to be more disgusted rather than confused as he scrunched up his nose.
“Hermione first of all I’m going to kill you! And second of all, he doesn’t like me! He just wanted to be partners on some stupid assignment in Potions” you assured them.
“And you said yes?” Harry perplexed.
“No! Of course not, he- he didn’t give me much of a choice” you rambled scratching the back of your head before glaring over at Hermione.
“What? He forced you to work with him?” Harry again furrowed his brows, “No- or well he sat next to me in class and I couldn’t move anywhere else since all of the other seats were taken and when Professor Slughorn arrived he immediately announced that we’d be working on our essays with whoever sat next to us” you began rambling, causing your three friends to share amused glances, unbeknownst to you.
Harry seemed to understand slowly nodding before claiming him and Ron had quidditch practice pulling the ginger boy along with him out of the courtyard, leaving just you and Hermione.
After a few minutes of silence, you turned to face her, “I think I’m going to go to the library, care to join me?” Hermione shook her head at your words pointing at the book she had just opened already beginning to make herself comfortable on the little bench you’d been sitting on.
You rolled your eyes “suit yourself” you breathed out offering her a small wave as you stood up, which she returned before you began walking back into the crowded hallways.
As you neared the library you began to hear footsteps behind you, smirking since you thought Hermione had changed her mind about joining you.
You turned around expecting to see your best friend but instead, you were met with Draco who now stood still a few feet away from you.
“Are you following me?” you crossed your arms raising an eyebrow at the boy.
He shook his head now walking towards you “just wanted to see if you’d like some company and since you’re heading towards the library we can work on our essay”
“So, you were following me” you accused but before he could answer you continued, “I thought I already told you I’m not spending any more time with you than I have too so if you’ll excuse me” you turned your back to him continuing your way to the library.
“Your loss Y/L/N” you heard him teasingly call after you making a smile appear on your lips which you tried to the best of your ability to contain.
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Your next Potions class was one you’d been dreading, knowing that the people who were paired together on the essay had also been assigned to sit next to each other, very much to your dismay.
Professor Slughorn had asked all of you to join him at the front of the classroom so he could show you a couple of the potions you’d be brewing for the next couple of weeks and of course the one you’d be working on today.
“And this one right here is-” Slughorn was abruptly cut off by the sound of the classroom door swinging open. You quizzically looked past Slughorn’s shoulder and furrowed your brows at the two boys who had entered.
“Harry?” you asked a bit louder than you intended to causing the attention of the class to turn to Harry and Ron rather than Professor Slughorn.
“Ah! Harry my boy I was beginning to worry, and you’ve brought someone with you I see, what’s your name then?” Slughorn asked, brightly smiling at the two Gryffindors.
“Ron Weasley sir, but I’m dead awful at potions- a menace actually so I’m probably just gonna-“ Ron’s voice wavered as he began to turn around but Harry quickly put his arm out in front of him pushing him back into the classroom.
“Oh, don’t be silly, we’ll sort you out! There are some books in the cupboard over there if you need them” Slughorn pointed towards the end of the classroom where Ron and Harry quickly began fighting over the last book in there.
You and Hermione both gave each other confused glances before your attention was back on the Professor stood in front of you.
“As I was saying I’ve prepared some concoctions this morning. Any ideas what these may be?” you quickly raised your hand Hermione copying your actions as Slughorn’s eyes wandered between the two of you before he eventually pointed at you.
“Yes, miss Y/L/N” Slughorn stepped out of the way as you took a step forward towards the two pots that rested on the table.
“This one is Veritaserum a truth-telling serum and that one over there is Amortentia the most powerful love potion in the world. It’s rumoured to smell differently to each person according to what attracts them” you smiled proudly at yourself before taking a step back towards the other students.
You heard Pansy scoff causing you to quickly turn around to glare at her and just as you did you saw Draco elbow her in the side whispering something in her ear before shaking his head at her actions.
You quickly looked away before Draco’s eyes could catch yours since you felt the annoying feeling of warmth rush up into your cheeks and a smile replace the frown you’d indented to direct at Pansy.
“Very good Miss Y/L/N” Slughorn smiled before beginning to tell the students that whoever managed to brew an acceptable Draught of Living Death would be walking out of the classroom with one vile of Liquid Luck.
You quickly walked over to your station Draco following in suit behind you as you both turned to page 10 on your ‘advanced potion making’ books.
Your eyes wandered over the page before you spotted the instructions.
1. Cut up one Sopophorus bean.
You frowned down at the text as you glanced between it and the bean, it didn’t look like it was meant to be cut, and your suspicions were right as you began noticing your fellow classmates struggle around you.
Your eyes widened as Draco’s bean came hurling at your face at an ungodly speed, you practically had to throw yourself to the floor so it wouldn’t hit you in the face.
“Bloody hell Y/N are you okay!?” Draco panicked as he rushed to your side offering his hand to help you up which you ignored to distracted by the fact he’d called you by your first name.
You quickly got up onto your feet still ignoring his outstretched hand. You’d never in all your years at Hogwarts heard him call anyone by their first name, let alone you, a Gryffindor he’d hated since the first year.
“What did you just call me?” you asked although it came out a bit harsher then you intended it too. You didn’t mind that he was using your first name you just found it incredibly odd especially for someone like him.
“What, Y/L/N? that’s your name isn’t it” he was acting clueless as he walked back around the table to attend to his potion.
“No, you said Y/N” you raised an eyebrow as you watched him grab another bean now simply resorting to ignoring you, whatever you thought, brewing this potion was more important than what name Draco decided to call you.
As you continued to observe the students around you, you noticed Harry grab a silver knife and slowly press it onto the bean. You mirrored his actions and to your delight, it worked.
“How did you do that?” Draco could be heard from opposite you as he furiously looked between the instructions in his book and the crushed bean in your hand.
“Crush it don’t cut it” you shrugged, your finger traveling further down the page and stopping at the second step.
2. Pour in 250 fl.oz. of Standard potioning water and add 5 oz. of African Sea Salt to the beaker. Set the beaker aside after all the water has been added. Be very careful not to shake or move the beaker now.
The rest of the lesson had gone by in a flash and even though you felt like you’d be the one rewarded with the Liquid Luck, it ended up being Harry and you couldn’t help but wonder how the hell he managed to brew something better than you.
You remembered Harry continuously failing all his Potions classes never getting more than a poor or an acceptable on any of his assignments or tests.
After class you immediately cornered him, and it didn’t take long for him to confess to the book he’d found. Property of the half-blood prince it read and as you flipped through the many pages it had all the ‘correct’ recipes to every single potion you’d be brewing throughout the term.
“I knew it! You’ve always been dreadful at potions” you finally felt at ease knowing that Harry had only won you by cheating, shaking your head as you placed the book back into his arms.
“Hey! I am not ‘dreadful’ at potions” he imitated you his hands making air quotes at the word dreadful, a laugh slipping past your lips as you remembered a certain incident from when you were younger.
“Oh really? Don’t you remember third year when Snape told us to make a shrinking solution and you poured it all over Hermione-“ you began but Harry quickly cut you off.
“Alright! Alright! You’ve made your point now shove off I don’t feel like listening to this story right now” you threw your head back in laughter as you thought back to a tiny Hermione who hadn’t spoken to Harry a whole week after the incident.
“Doesn’t seem like you’re doing a great job with Y/L/N, I reckon Potter’s in there more than you” Blaise sounded amused as he came up behind Draco who was watching yours and Harry’s exchange from afar.
“Don’t worry Blaise, I’m only getting started”
Later in the day you, Harry, Ron and Hermione had all decided to take a little trip down to Hogsmeade for a much needed break from your studies.
“No sit beside me” Harry insisted as the four of you made your way into the Three Broomsticks, you gave him a confused glance but nevertheless dragged the chair out from underneath the table and sat down next to him.
You went to ask why but quickly managed to put two and two together once you noticed professor Slughorn sat at the bar, a beer in his hand as he talked with one of the other professors.
“What’s your deal with Slughorn?” you questioned as Harry began waving the professor over. “I need to get into the slug club” you furrowed your brows but before you could question it any further Slughorn had arrived at your table.
“Ah! Mister Potter lovely to see you, you as well Miss Y/L/N” Slughorn smiled completely disregarding Hermione and Ron who sat opposite you.
“Likewise, Professor” you smiled as he and Harry began talking about something you couldn’t be less interested in, instead your eyes began to wander around the small tavern until they finally landed on Draco who was already staring intently at you.
“You’d be welcomed to Y/L/N” your gaze diverted from the platinum blond towards Slughorn who was smiling brightly down at you. “I’d love too!” you agreed having faintly heard him mention a christmas dinner.
“Wonderful! Look for my owl” you couldn’t help but let out a laugh at Hermione’s face who seemed to be more than distraught that she hadn’t received an invitation of her own.
“Oh, how silly of me Granger, I hope I’ll also be seeing you there” Hermione’s face lit up at his words as she repeatedly nodded, Slughorn awkwardly looking over at Ron before speaking, “good to see you Wallenby”.
You were finally able to let out the laugh you’d been holding in as Slughorn exited the tavern. “Oh, shut up Y/N” Ron frowned crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back into his chair.
When your laughter had finally died down you offered to go and order your drinks since the waiter had yet to make an appearance at your table.
“Four butter beers please” you smiled at the worker as you leaned onto the bar going to turn around but instead you were met with a black suit your eyes wandering upwards to see Draco towering over you.
You cleared your throat causing him to take a step back, “anything I can help you with?” you questioned as Draco stood motionless in front of you.
“Yes, would you like to join me?” Draco asked gesturing to an empty table at the far end of the tavern. You looked over to where he was pointing causing you to quickly spot his friends who were all sat at another table, their eyes set on you.
“Uhm- I think they’d loved to join you” you pointed towards them causing Draco to quickly snap his head in their direction, making them all quickly turn to each other acting as nonchalant as they could.
“But I’d much rather spend time with you” you felt a weird tingly feeling at his words but nonetheless you didn’t dare act on it your eyes going to your friend’s who were all staring quizzically at you.
“Sorry I- Uhm I can’t I came here with them” you gestured towards your table Draco’s eyes following in the direction you pointed before they were back on you.
“Well alright, but you owe me a date then” he winked before turning around and going back to join his Slytherin friends.
Your mouth hung open as you watched him walk away, did he just say date?
You power walked back towards your friends hastily taking a seat next to Harry who already had his eyes glued on you.
“What the bloody hell was that?” Ron asked as soon as you’d fully sat down.
“Oh- Uhm, he just wanted to ask me about our assignment” they all looked skeptical at your reply but didn’t question it any further another topic quickly consuming your table.
“Do any of you have a date to the Jingle Ball?” Hermione’s question rang throughout the table, causing both boys shook their heads and you along with them, in all honesty, you didn’t expect to get asked so you’d probably just end up going with Harry like last year.
“Guess we know who Ginny’s going with” you giggled gesturing towards her and Dean who were currently taking a seat at a table not so far from yours, their fingers wrapped around each other’s.
“I’d like to leave” Ron shifted in his seat uncomfortably as he stared at his sister and who he had once considered a close friend. “Honestly Ron they’re only holding hands” Hermione rolled her eyes.
“And snogging” you added on as Ginny connected her lips with Dean’s. “Yep that’s it we’re leaving” Ron stood up grabbing the coat that hung on the chair beside him.
“Oh come on we haven’t even gotten our orders yet!” you protested as all your friends began to stand up, maybe you should have joined Draco before.
“Fine” you huffed once you noticed they had no intention of staying any longer. “Why don’t you just ask Malfoy to come join you, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind” Ron teased causing you to quickly hit him in the arm.
“Shut up Ron!”
Once you’d all made it back to Hogwarts you and Hermione separated from Ron and Harry since they claimed to have yet another quidditch practice although you figured it was code for going to scout possible dates for the Jingle Ball.
“So, what did Draco really want earlier?” Hermione gave you a knowing look as she lightly bumped you in the shoulder.
“It was so weird he-he said that I owe him a date” your voice was hesitant as you turned your head to look at Hermione who didn’t seem at all surprised.
“Well, now you know who you can go to the Jingle Ball with” she stated matter of factly causing your eyes to widen as you gaped at her.
“Hermione, I love you but have you gone mad? Me and Draco? I don’t think so” you denied but there was still the lingering feeling of hope deep down in your stomach that you tried with all your might to suppress.
“Well he obviously has a thing for you, and I mean he’s not too bad to look at”
“Shove off”
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You had been actively avoiding Draco ever since the Hogsmeade trip, something about the entire ordeal just felt weird to you, why was he all of a sudden so bold about his apparent feelings towards you when a couple of weeks ago he wouldn’t even look your way.
But it seemed your luck had run out since he now stood in front of you, hand outstretched as he leaned it against the stone wall preventing you from continuing your way to your Transfigurations class.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you something” Draco breathed out. He was getting desperate, it was unbearable, the teasing he’d been receiving from his friends once they’d noticed he wasn’t making any progress with you, and he knew if he didn’t do something soon he was going to lose the bet.
“Well can it wait? I need to get to class” you huffed watching as he pushed himself off the wall to come and stand in front of you, causing your body to turn with him, your back eventually colliding with the wall behind you.
“I was wondering” Draco smirked placing a hand next to your head as he leaned in closer towards you, you now only realizing how much taller he was then you as you found yourself craning your neck upwards to meet his eyes.
“Would you like to be my date for the Jingle Ball” the words made your stomach flip and you felt the sudden urge to let out a squeal, but you somehow managed to keep yourself together, taking in a deep breath before you took a step forward his hand slipping from the wall your faces mere centimeters from each other.
“No” you stated watching as his eyes went wide, clearly, he wasn’t anticipating that answer.
“If you want me to even consider going out with you after all the shit you’ve done over the years, you’re going to have to work for it.”
He watched your ascending figure before you fully left his sight and when you did he angrily kicked the wall cursing underneath his breath, he was used to getting everything and anything he ever wanted without as much as a snap of his finger so this was something he wasn’t used too.
The stakes were high, his entire reputation was on the line and he did not intend to give Blaise the satisfaction of being right or his housemates a reason to tease him for what would probably be the rest of his life.
All the girls at this school would practically fall at his feet, why couldn’t you be like those girls? Make this easy for him, not once in his life had Draco Malfoy had a real challenge when it came to girls but now it seemed the tables had turned, he was going to play your game and he was going to win.
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It was now the day of the Slytherin versus Gryffindor quidditch game. You, Harry and Hermione, were all sat in the Great Hall watching as Ron entered in his Quidditch gear, helmet, and everything.
You had yet to tell Hermione about Draco asking you to the ball since you didn’t really know how you felt about it yourself and also because he probably wouldn’t be asking you out again, you having let him down quite harshly.
You glared over at the Slytherin table once you heard them beginning to yell things along the lines of ‘Ron you’re a loser’, ‘he doesn’t stand a chance’ and ‘nice hat Weasley’.
“Ignore them, Ron, I know you’ll do great” you reassuringly smiled up at your friend as he took a seat opposite you, his face contorted in worry as he looked over at the Slytherin table who continued to laugh at him.
“Yeah, thanks” he gulped once he turned back to face you, this had to have been the first time you’d ever seen Ron leave his food untouched.
“You look dreadful Ron” Luna’s voice could be heard from the other end of the table, your eyes widening as you looked over at her, “Is that why you put something in his drink” she finished, the last part of her sentence directed at Harry.
You looked over at the boy sat next to you and faintly managed to see a glimmer of light before it disappeared fully into his pocket.
“Liquid Luck?” Hermione sounded from opposite you and you finally managed to put two and two together.
“Are you mental Harry? You’ll get in so much trouble if you’re caught” your eyes widened as you watched him pass Ron the cup of pumpkin juice he’d poured his one vile of Liquid Luck into moments ago, well according to Luna at least.
“Don’t drink it Ron” Hermione scolded, before you both gasped as you watched Ron without a moment’s thought chug the remaining juice in his cup.
You watched intently as his frown was turned upside down and he slammed the cup back onto the table, a sly smirk now playing on his lips.
“You could be expelled for that” Hermione pointed out glaring at Harry who innocently smiled at her before shrugging and stating that he had no idea what she was talking about.
“Come on Harry we’ve got a game to win” Ron’s sudden aura of confidence was radiating off of him as he quickly pushed himself away from the table and began exiting the Great Hall.
“We’ll see you guys there?” Harry questioned as he looked between the two of you also beginning to stand up.
“We wouldn’t miss it” Hermione assured him as you both watched him awkwardly wave before he turned to follow Ron.
“This is going to be interesting”
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Loud screams and chants began filling your ears as you watched the two teams make their way out onto the Quidditch pitch, you and Hermione quickly joined in beginning to clap and cheer as you made eye contact with Ron who looked as ready as ever.
A particular blond seemed to have caught your eye since before you knew it Madame Hooch was announcing the start of the game causing you to snap out of your trance, when you looked back at Draco he was already smirking up at you making you quickly look away as your cheeks turned bright red, pulling your Gryffindor patterned scarf up over your face in hopes that he wouldn’t notice the crimson colour.
“Seekers shake hands!” you watched as Harry and Draco walked up to each other clasping each other’s arms before Draco retorted something in Harry’s direction causing him to quickly pull his hand away from his the game now officially beginning.
It had been almost an hour now and so far Gryffindor was in the lead the score being 23-45. You were beginning to think you’d lost your voice but nevertheless you still raised your hands high in the air and cheered Harry on as he dove towards the snitch with Draco hot on his heels.
You anxiously began biting your nails as the two continuously bumped into each other both their arms outstretched as they neared the golden object.
“Come on Harry” you whispered the anticipation was killing you, but you didn’t have to wait much longer since the two boys suddenly crashed into each other sending them both flying off of their brooms and hurling towards the grass below.
You gasped as you stood up beginning to lean over the railing to get a better look at the two seekers who now both laid on the grass clutching their stomachs, but you widely smiled once you noticed a familiar shimmer coming from Harry’s hand.
“Yes!” you screamed as he carefully sat himself up raising the golden object up into the air for the rest of the stadium to see. Your happiness was quickly replaced with worry once you noticed the Slytherin boy laid next to Harry wasn’t moving.
“Is Malfoy okay?” you frantically shook Hermione as you pointed down at him but Hermione paid you no mind her eyes trained on Ron who was proudly raising his hands in the air as it was announced that Harry had caught the snitch.
Since everybody seemed to be too caught up with themselves you again leaned over the railing before screaming Draco’s name hoping it would at least capture the attention of someone from his team so they could help him.
You felt a wave of relieve wash over you as you watched his previously limp body turn over before he placed his hands on the grass pushing himself to sit up, the hand that wasn’t holding him up immediately going to rub his forehead.
He sent a glare Harry’s way before he grabbed his broom and began storming off the field his teammates following shortly after, for some odd reason you began to feel bad for him as you watched the disapproved glances from his fellow Slytherin’s being thrown his way but you decided to push the feeling away joining in on the celebration of your house.
Once you arrived at the Gryffindor common room a celebration had quickly ensued the hollering of Ron’s last name began sounding all around the room as you began clapping in rhythm to all of their chants, you and Hermione watching as Ron got pushed in the middle of the crowd.
Before you knew it a girl you didn’t know the name of had wrapped her arms around his neck, harshly pulling him down to meet her lips, you gasped as you faintly remembered a conversation between you and Hermione where she’d admitted to harboring a crush on the ginger boy.
You quickly turned to see Hermione pushing her way through the crowd and out of the common room. You began following her but quickly lost sight of her as you tried your best to squeeze through the teenagers who had now begun lifting Ron into the air.
“Hermione!” you called out but it was impossible to hear anything over the celebrations so you gave up on calling out to her simply resorting to pushing the students that stood in your way.
Once you finally managed to reach the door that led out into the hallway you frantically pushed it open beginning to search the corridors for your best friend.
When you rounded a particular corner, you came crashing into a much taller figure then yourself sending you flying towards the ground at the impact.
“Watch where you’re goin-“ the familiar voice of Draco Malfoy sounded from above you but stopped once he made eye contact with you. “Y/L/N?” he questioned before reaching his hand out to you which you accepted letting him pull you back up onto your feet.
“What are you doing out here, shouldn’t you be celebrating?” there was a defiant malice to his tone as he scowled in the direction of your common room where chants could still be faintly heard.
“I could ask you the same thing Malfoy” you raised an eyebrow since you weren’t anywhere near the dungeons where the Slytherin common room was.
“Just needed some air, some people aren’t exactly thrilled with the outcome of today’s game” Draco shrugged causing your stomach to drop slightly at his obvious disappointment. He sat himself down on a bench a heavy sigh leaving his lips as he let his head fall back onto the wall.
You slowly sat down next to him carefully contemplating your next words. “Not that it would mean anything to you but I thought you were really good” you tried to comfort him as you watched a faint smile appear on his lips before he turned his head towards you.
You didn’t realize just how close you were to each other until his eyes quickly looked down to your lips and back into your eyes. You suddenly remembered why you were out here in the first place, your thoughts traveling back to Hermione who had disappeared only moments ago.
“I’m sorry but I really need to go, uh- I’ll uh see you in class” you excused yourself before standing up and continuing your search for your best friend, but a hand wrapping around your wrist stopped you dead in your tracks as you were turned back around.
Your eyes slowly travelled up from Draco’s tight grip on you and back into his icy grey eyes. You carried a confused glance on your face which Draco seemed to notice since he quickly let go of your wrist.
“Thank you” is all he said before he swiftly turned back around and began walking down the corridor, disappearing out of sight.
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Ooh! Requests are open! Can I have first years sharing scary stories for Halloween? Who do you think could tell the scariest stories ?
Curiouser and Curiouser...
Ace is the type of guy that makes up petty scary stories on the fly. (He has lots of practice with keeping on his toes, since he’s always giving excuses to the teachers or to his Dorm Leader about why he’s late or why his assignment isn’t done yet.) He also has the tendency to give funny voices and falsettos when he’s speaking character dialogue.
The longer you listen, the more you put two and two together. A lot of the events and characters that he describes have direct parallels to things that have happened to him before, or to people he knows. (You’re particularly suspicious of the story of the “Crimson Tyrant” who supposedly chopped off the heads of anyone that disagreed with him.)
When you confront Ace about these similarities, he denies it all. “You’re insane,” he tells you with a stubborn pout. “If anything sounds familiar to you, it’s just a coincidence!”
Thanks to the magic of comedically poor timing and Ace’s bad luck, Riddle happens to be passing by while he’s in the middle of telling a story. He catches wind of the “Crimson Tyrant” and, scepter in hand, angrily demands, “And just who might you be gossiping about, I wonder?” (... Well, it’s off with Ace’s head.)
Deuce’s stories aren’t really scary. In fact, they’re pretty... mundane and anticlimactic. His idea of a “scary” story is something like opening a carton of eggs and finding one cracked. Only Deuce seems to think these kinds of things are gruesome (which makes him a target of Ace’s teasing).
“You guys just don’t get it!” Deuce stubbornly insists. “Don’t you think it’s sad that those eggs will never get to grow up to be baby chicks and chickens?! That’s just as bad as any serial killer coming at you with an axe or a chainsaw!”
Ironically, he has much more frightening stories of his days as a delinquent, especially when he’s retelling the times he beat others up with his bare fists. (... But for some reason, Deuce doesn’t find those scary, they just leave a bad taste in his mouth.)
Like the good boy that he is, Deuce likes to end his stories on a positive note! It could be a moral or a way to avoid meeting the same grisly fate as the characters in his story... but, above all else, Deuce swears to protect his friends with his own strength!
Jack’s a man of few words, so his style of scary storytelling is limited to short one or two sentence tales. He’d rather be doing something productive like studying or exercising, but if you’re going to make him sit down and tell a story, he’ll want to get it over with as soon as he can.
He’s a stronger listener than a storyteller. From how intensely he stares at his friends, you’d think Jack was angry at them for something. But nope, he’s just listening intently, granting them his undivided attention.
Admittedly, Jack is the buzzkill of the group. He’ll sometimes stop his own story to explain something, or point out what doesn’t make sense in others’. (”... Why would they open the door when no one’s there after ringing the doorbell? That sounds suspicious as hell.” “They’re splitting up? At least go in a pair so they can watch each others’ backs... The first to get killed always goes off alone.”)
As the voice of reason, Jack steps in when he senses that his friends are too scared by the current story to change the topic or suggest a break before continuing. He’ll never admit to his niceness, though--he’ll just excuse it as “not wanting to hear people shouting in my ears the whole night”.
Epel’s specialty is urban legends and myths! There isn’t a lot to do in his hometown, so he used to trade stories with his school mates in his free time. They’re all native to the Village of Harvest and the people there, so even Jack ends up hearing new stories from him.
“Its like playing one big game of telephone, with each retelling adding new details or making a new version of the story,” is how Epel describes it. “It’s neat to see how a story can be spread and changed over time, isn’t it? Kinda like a seed that grows into a tree that’s way bigger than anyone expected it’d be.”
Epel also tells you stories of his real life experiences with the strange and the paranormal! (... And by that, he means the times he got so bored at home, he went exploring old abandoned houses rumored to be cursed.) He acts all tough (and maybe exaggerates a few points), but he’s really enthusiastic to share more about his life with his best friends!
Epel’s really good at setting the atmosphere for scary stories! Lights out, thick blankets, snacks, candles, and flashlights to shine for enhanced dramatic flair. It’s like having a sleepover with all of your closest friends.
Sebek boasts a wealth of knowledge in scary stories, thanks to hours spent studying and reading novels in his leisure. He can perfectly recall the details of any thriller, mystery, or true crime novel for the group, taking great lengths to build up the suspense before dropping the plot twists on you, much like how lighting strikes come quickly and without warning.
Of the first years, Sebek gets the most “in character” while he’s telling his stories. He not only attempts to put on fitting voices for every character, but also motions with his hands, acting out entire scenes like a one-man stage troupe.
You’re not sure if it’s pure coincidence or not, but when Sebek’s turn comes, there’s a heavy downpour. Oddly enough, the lightning also seems fo strike at the best of times—at the climaxes of his stories. Sebek seems to be the only one overjoyed by this, claiming that it’s a divine blessing from Lord Malleus himself! “HMPH!! Be thankful for the Young Master’s kindness, HUMANS! ... And beastman!”
Though Sebek’s retellings are scary enough as they are, nothing compares to the horrors of his childhood spent with Lilia. A noticeable chill descends upon the room as he recalls his time training in the wilderness and being terrorized by his mentor. By the time the final world has been said, even Sebek is left trembling in fear.
#twst#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland headcanons#Ace Trappola#Deuce Spade#Jack Howl#Epel Felmier#Sebek Zigvolt#disney twisted wonderland#curiouser and curiouser#Reader#self insert
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Ponk’s discoveries and what they mean
Y’all haven’t been paying attention to Ponk and it shows. /lh
He has made many discoveries in his recent streams that are just begging to be talked about, and I, as the resident maker of farfetched theories, will take up the job of compiling and connecting them to the current lore.
For those who don’t know, Ponk recently built up the lore of Not A Very Good Town Town, aka the village that went mad, through a book he found in the basement of Jack’s (the potato farmer, not Manifold) Ye Old Farmhouse, written by Jack himself. And it reveals some interesting information.
There’s going to be a few sections for this post: first, breaking down what is in the journal, then theories as to what exactly happened to the village, and how these discoveries can tie into the current storyline.
The journal
For one, Jack seems to have interacted an entity that’s eerily similar to Foolish. In the first page there’s an entry that reads:
“Day 790
The strange man is back, his body made of straw but eyes of emrald.”
On the second page as well, it mentions:
“Day 800
A NEW LAND!
A land that uses sand as stone! Gold.... GOLD EVERYWHERE!”
Which, of course, probably pertains to Foolish’s desert home, which also has a significant amount of gold due to the Egyptian theme.
But why would we get Foolish lore from Ponk of all people, instead of the totem god himself? Well, Ponk was the first person Foolish interacted with on the server aside from Dream, so I wouldn’t be surprised if they talked more after that and collabed for lore.
But anyways, now we move on to the more interesting section:
“Day 840
The Strange man has returned his name still unknown... BUT! he has brought a caravan of good! he talks about ancient magic and gifts 21 statues transported in make shift boats.”
Jack then goes on to describe that the statues are “calming” for him, before the next entry, written ten days later, show a disturbing shift in attitude.
“Day 855
CATS I HEAR CATS, CATS IN THE WALLS IN THE WALLS”
And another one five days later:
“DAY 900
murder... the cats murder ,,, the people
I showed Shrimpy my satues he seems too intrested BUT THEY ARE MY SATUES”
Now those who saw the episode know that Jack and Bob (Shrimpy) turned out to be the murderers of the “canon round”. Seeing as those two people were the only ones exposed to the statues as we know, it’s logical to assume that the statues were the reason they went mad.
And this is backed up by the next entry:
“Day 905
SUDDEN URGE TO MURDER, THAT HELGA WOMEN IS TEMPTING BUT DAMN HER HUSBAND NEEDS TO GO BY ANY MEANS NESS…..”
Then there are two blank pages before the journal concludes
“Day 1040
Just me and Shrimpy and the cool statues
life is good
go od goo d g ood go odgood g oodg ood go odg good goo dgood goo dgood g ood good good good goodgoo d go od g ood go od dgo od g oo go od go o d
- JACK”
It’s creepy as shit. But moving on.
There’s a lot of questions to be asked here. Why did Foolish–if it is Foolish–visit the Town? Why exactly did he gift a bunch of statues that drove Jack and Shrimpy to madness and murder? Why are there cats in the walls?
(Well, cats are very significant to Egyptian culture, even to a cult-like status, but that’s for another post.)
There are a few possibilities.
What exactly were the effects that Foolish had on the Town?
(Here’s the farfetched theories part lmao)
The simplest (and let’s be honest, the most likely) theory is that the statues probably had way too much power that caused people to become overprotective over them. Foolish just didn’t realize and wanted to give some nice gifts, but the statues drove Jack and Bob to insanity after being exposed to them for way too long. So they killed everyone.
However, considering certain factors, there is another possibility, specifically surrounding:
The “non-canon” round.
Did Karl say that it was a practice round and thus not canon? Yes. Am I suggesting it’s canon anyway for the sake of this theory that probably won’t be true? Also yes.
Besides, Karl probably also didn’t plan for TVTWM to be influential to the storyline, but because of it his character’s now a time traveler and Ponk is pulling out more lore so.
I think Foolish came by and gifted the statues, the first round did happen, and he brought them back to life after the first game. But the resurrection affected Jack and Bob, driving them to madness à la gothic horror lit character that just saw something they weren’t supposed to. Perhaps their attitude became cult-like, praising Foolish, thus the overprotectiveness over the statues as they were connected to the god, or they were of the opinion that “Hey no, everyone’s supposed to be dead,” and then sought to make that true once again.
“But then what about the first round, where everyone also died?” You may scoff at the ridiculous theory, poking my chest accusingly. “Why were the killers different?”
Well, I have a simple answer for that.
Egg.
“What, the egg again-“ I know, I know, it may seem tiring tying everything back to the egg, but hear me out.
In another one of Ponk’s streams, “Dreams of potatos?”, at 58:15 (correct me if wrong) Ponk had a dream where Mayor Jimmy was saying disjointed sentences to Jack, scolding him, telling him to stay away from Helga, and also something about burning Miles Memeington being burned at the stake for being a witch (????). At the end of it, Jimmy turned to the camera.
And his eyes were red.
Which, of course, is a telltale sign of being infected by the egg.
The egg being the main plot right now, seeing as it can easily be connected to the “Red-Eyed Village Wars”, and the fact that it is known to control people to murder, I don’t think it’s too much of a stretch to point to it as being the cause.
It also helps that Jimmy was only a character from the first round; in the “canon” round, Bad had changed his character to some sort of constable or something.
So the egg may have controlled Jimmy and Cornelius, the murderers in the first round, to kill everyone, Foolish then came along, resurrected everyone murdered in the first round, gotten rid of the egg’s influence, and then left. Then whatever effects the statues had on Jack and Bob took affect.
Alternatively, the statues may have been the ones to resurrect the dead, or have been given as protection from any threats, but became haywire for one reason or another. They influenced Jack and Bob to protect the statues at any cost, and they took it too far. Which may seem a little hypocritical as the egg literally does the same thing, but fire fights fire and all that.
And, just like with Karl, if Foolish has had to deal with the egg before, it makes sense why he’s so averse to it now.
Current lore
Now, how does this tie into the current storyline?
Aside from the egg, if resurrection and items do affect one’s psyche, then maybe that’s the same reason why Schlatt and even Dream–the only other two who know how to resurrect–acted the way they did, becoming apathetic to the wellbeing of other people.
Also, it is worth noting that in the basement where Ponk found the journal, there were 21 villagers in boats, the same amount as the statues. Thus Ponk concluded that they are the statues. And Foolish does have an affinity for villagers, if King Toad is any indication. This implies that Foolish can not only bring dead people back to life, but can also grant life to objects that never lived in the first place. Or, they were once living, but had their life taken away from them before getting it back for one reason or another. If Foolish really has this much power, it could be foreshadowing for future events where those powers will be utilized.
About the bloodvines, if Foolish has defeated them before, there’s a chance he may do it again. Unless something goes wrong and he accidentally drives a few people to madness.
(or maybe they were predisposed to madness, who knows-)
TL;DR
Foolish may have interacted with Not A Very Good Town Town before to save them from the egg and resurrect the dead, driving Jack and Bob to insanity as a consequence. Thus he could have a lot of power and will be the one to potentially defeat the egg once again.
#dream smp#dropsbyponk#foolish gamers#tales from the smp#tftsmp#mcyt#the village that went mad#dsmp#dream smp analysis#dsmp analysis#unintelligible rants#cursing#long post
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