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blkkizzat · 7 months

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ღ𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙂𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 & 𝙎𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝘾𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙨 ღ

11/14: Werewolf!Toji Part 2 up now!

Halloween is my fav holiday and Horror is my fav movie genre so how could I not participate in a SPOOKY KINKTOBER!

All inspired by my favorite horror villains!

Song Inspo: Thriller & Smooth Criminal General CW: Blood play might be heavy in a few of these. Dubcon or Noncon in most of these but the reader will enjoy/consent by the end. Death but only of minor/NPC no name characters(ie, your fuckass bf, bitchy chem professor, next door neighbor, mailman, etc) and manipulation. Schedule: There will be no order. But for the month of October I will only be focusing on these until I finish. Subject to change if I hit writers block or I may add more (but doubt it as classes start end of this month). Tag: will tag works #☾﹒✖☠𝘬𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳

ღ𝙂𝙞𝙧𝙡, 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙂𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙮ღ

FreddyKruger!Sukuna

Kink Tags: Teratophilia, Size Difference, Virgin, Chasity Synopsis: Teens in town have been dying in their sleep from horrible dreams. Hard up virgin Y/N won't take sleeping pills to stop dreaming because she only gets relief in her wet dreams. What will happen when Sukuna (true form) enters them? WC: ?

Sadako!Geto

Kink Tags: Voyerism, Squirting, Overstimulation Synopsis: Camgirl!Reader hasn't been able to make herself squirt yet and is teased by her chat. She buys a new toy and downloads a random porn an anon user sent her "guaranteed to make you squirt" but is it just a normal porn? Or is there something more sinister on it? WC: ?

Werewolf!Toji

[Part 1 ღ Part 2] - Finished! Kink Tags: Breeding, Dacryphilia, Aphrodisiac Synopsis: Catching him in a lie, you suspect your boyfriend Toji is cheating on you. Where does he keep disappearing to once a month that keeps him away for often days at a time. You're fed up. You've made up your mind this time to follow him but are you ready for what you discover? WC: 10.4k

ღ𝙔𝙤𝙪’𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙗𝙮 𝙖 𝙎𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝘾𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡ღ

Ghostface!Choso

[Part 1 ღ Part 2] - Finished! Kink Tags: Clothed Male/Naked Female, Thigh Riding, Knife Play Synopsis: The university campus is being terrorized by a copycat Ghostface killer. As a popular sorority girl with a dumb jock bf, you are a prime choice to be his next victim especially given how he can't stop thinking about you. But you're no ordinary Sorority Girl bimbo, now are you? WC: 15.4k

Hannibal!Nanami

Kink Tags: Olfactophilia, Body Worship, Menophilia Synopsis: You're immensely grateful for your kind, empathetic and open-minded (not to mention very handsome) psychiatrist Nanami who has gotten you through some very rough patches in your life. However when you show up at his home office for unannounced session and discover him preparing dinner, are you whats next on the menu? WC: ?

InvisibleMan!Gojo

Kink Tags: Mirror Sex, Frottage, Stalker Synopsis: Fed up with his antics and him ignoring you, you breakup with your tech genius boyfriend Gojo. It's been a month and you've started to move on with your life but odd occurrences have been happening around you and you have the feeling you are being watched 24/7. You need a vacay and your friend Shoko offers up her lake cabin. Will you be safe there? Or will whoever is watching you have you right where they want you? WC: ?

BONUS: Free for all section of general Halloween themes if I finish all the rest or need to do a quick drabble to cure writers block.

Why you can’t watch scary movies with JJK men - Drabble, 2k words

Trick or Treat Anthology or Halloween Fluff with JJK Men - Fic 10k

JJK Men Slutty Halloween Costumes - Ask

If i have time I will do Cult/Ritual Sex/Gangbang on reader. With most if not all JJK men listed here

Not poppin' enough for an official taglist but if you are interested in any of these stories let me know and I will tag you. ETA - 11/21 still taking adds as I do plan to finish the rest, eventually.

© ʙʟᴋᴋɪᴢᴢᴀᴛ 2023. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ꜰɪᴄꜱ, ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ, & ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.

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maningning · 2 years

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I cannot stop thinking about Cas waking up one day with an urgency that startles Dean. He gets up and spends the next hour and a half on his laptop, researching something furiously, before telling Dean that he’s going to some university’s zoological unit 4 hours away from their house (Do you wanna come with me, Dean?)

The drive is quite short for what Dean was used to during his hunting days, but the urgency at which Cas is driving makes it feel like of utmost importance to speed all the way to their destination. They arrive half an hour earlier than their ETA, and Cas has his whole schtick ready: today, he’s a researcher working on a paper about some animal with a scientific name Dean can’t pronounce, and he needs to see some fossils from their paleontology unit right now.

So they go into the unit, and as soon as one drawer containing a skull which looks like it’s a size in between a cat and rat is opened, Cas falls quiet. Solemn, even. Dean tries to listen to some of the commentary being provided by the old professor they’re talking to, in case this whole thing is actually of import, but he’s mostly taken aback by Cas’ silence.

The silence continues back into the car, with Dean now taking the driver’s seat. Ever since he got Cas back from the empty and they did the whole shebang of getting together, moving into a new place and living a mostly domestic life, Cas gets like this sometimes. His newfound humanity brought something along with it: the mental barriers that Naomi put up in Cas’ head to prevent him from remembering or processing certain events are slowly deteriorating as time passes, and sometimes those memories knock Cas out. Dean knows now to wait it out, that Cas will always come back to himself, just as long as Dean exercises patience.

“She was my friend” is what breaks the silence. It takes Dean a couple moments to realize that Cas is talking about the skull they saw in the University. Dean really doesn’t have any idea what to say to that, so he just says I’m sorry about that, man, to which Cas specifies that this is one of those instances that the memory is good, and the only thing that hurts him is the fact that he forgot about it.

Dean asks a couple questions to lighten the mood of course, many of which resulted in varying amusement and exasperation from Cas.

(“She have a name?” “Their species did not think of themselves and each other as necessitating a name. I also did not think of myself as having a name, when I was one of them.”)

(“Wait, so you were walking around like you’re one of these little furries back in the day?” “Yes, Dean. I do not understand why you are laughing. It is not as different from my escapades walking alongside human beings.”)

(“So was she just a friend or…?” “Dean, I already told you that you are the only man I have ever loved” “One, she’s a chick. Two, I don’t think a rat counts as a man.” “They are not rodents, Dean. They are actually closer to primates.” “You’re evading the question!”)

Eventually they get home. As they prepare for bed, Cas is sitting up, tense. When Dean asks him what’s up, he confesses that he’s afraid to go to sleep, because his memories come back to him in his dreams and I don’t know what I’ll remember tomorrow.

Not for the first time that day, Dean doesn’t know what to say. Today’s memories were good, but what if the next one was a massacre ordered by heaven? A biblical plague Cas was instructed to deliver? Dean opts to stay up and talk through the night. When they both finally go to sleep, the sun is already up, and Cas only dreams of Dean’s laughter.

#destiel #castiel #fic #i guess this is a fic?#wough #ficlet

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fangirleaconmigo · 2 years

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For the WIP asks: I haven’t read the books yet and therefore have only a very basic understanding of Regis and his relationship with Geralt, but I’d love to hear more about “Regis is Ciri’s Professor”!

Aw yay!

Geralt x Regis Modern AU from the WIP game.

I’d love to talk about Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy and Geralt of Rivia! Their relationship is one of the best gifts the books give us. It is a goddamn delight.

But I’d never written them! (ETA other than peripherally in a one shot about Eskel meeting Regis) I always get into these long multi chapter Geraskier WIPs and don’t have time for anything else. And my friend Ro over on Twitter doesn’t read Geraskier and so I said…hey Ro, I want to write you a fic. Gimme a prompt.

And Ro said…how about a modern Geralt x Regis AU where Regis is Ciri’s professor? Well that’s perfect. One of Regis’s defining personality traits is how much he loves to go on and on. Perfect for a professor.

That was many months ago so Ro probably assumes I forgot and at some point this is going to get ridiculous I know but I’m still trying to find some kind of gentle little twist for the ending.

But the premise is that Geralt has just moved Ciri into her dorms and said goodbye. He is sitting on a bench, trying to work up the courage to go home to an empty house, when a handsome stranger asks him how he’s doing. He assumes this man is a fellow parent and believes that when he lets him walk away, that he missed his chance. But has he?

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“I’m proud of her. I’m excited for her. But…” Geralt stopped. Not sure what to say.

“Change is always painful,” said Regis, “even when it is exactly the thing we want. Even good change tests us.”

Regis watched him for a moment. Geralt heard a voice in his head whisper...he’s handsome. Geralt had always loved a strong nose and a face that looked like it had lived a little and laughed a lot.

“You sound like you have experience with this.” He tried to gather his composure with a question

“Oh,” Regis looked out over the park, “I go through this every year it seems.”

“You must have a lot of kids.”

“So very many.”

Geralt chuckled. He had only had Ciri, and she had kept him on his toes every day of her life. He couldn’t imagine having more.

“How do other people do this?” The breeze pulled a lock of his hair from the tie, practically whipping his eyes. He shoved it behind his ear.

Regis looked at him thoughtfully. “You go back home, and you rediscover yourself.”

“The things I used to like?” Ciri had actually sent him a few articles about parents finding themselves again after their children left home. It was full of bullet points about reconnecting with yourself. Remembering what you’d done before your life was absorbed by parenthood. Ciri had also offered her own advice.

“Hit the clubs again, dad.”

“Very funny.”

“Maybe,” said Regis, “it could be the old things. But it might be new things. It’s not a rewind, exactly. It’s forging ahead. It’s freedom to build something new. Dream new dreams. Try new things. ” He smiled rakishly as though daring Geralt to do something brave.

New things. Thought Geralt. He couldn’t help noticing that Regis was new. But it was doubtful he was available, even if he was attracted to men. Geralt put the very unlikely thought out of his mind. He cleared his throat. “I don’t know if I can even remember who I was before.”

“That’s good! It’s the you now that matters. In this phase of life. It’s time to meet this new guy. He’s the same as the old one, but different.” Regis smiled. “I hope that makes it clear.”

Geralt laughed and shook his head. “As mud.” His chest loosened. He felt a tiny, hesitant bloom of hope. “Thank you, Regis. Thank you for taking the time to listen to a stranger.”

Regis touched him on the shoulder. “One day at a time, Geralt.”

Geralt liked the sound of his name on Regis’s lips. He also liked it when he touched him.

“And look after yourself,” he continues. “Do you have a system of support? Friends? Neighbors? Partner?”

Partner.

Did he want to know? Or was he just rattling off a list? There had been the slightest pause before he said it.

Geralt blew out a breath. “I have brothers, a father. They live pretty far away. I have a best friend, and an ex who is also a friend. But they’re always traveling.”

“Maybe it's time to add some new friends to the mix. You don’t want to be one of those parents who call their child every day and guilt trip them when they don’t pick up.”

Geralt groaned. “I do not.”

Regis smiled again. “You can do this Geralt. I believe in you.”

Geralt really did believe that he had faith in him. It was odd. Oddly comforting.

“Thank you.”

Regis nodded. “Maybe jump back into the dating pool. You are kind, caring. All of that is clear with one conversation. You’re obviously a loving father. And you are also, as I’m sure you must know, absurdly handsome.”

Geralt’s jaw dropped.

Regis continued casually, completely comfortable, perhaps even enjoying Geralt’s state of pleasant shock. “Geralt, I am absolutely certain that there are many men who would be thrilled to be on your arm.”

“Men? How did you know?” breathed Geralt.

Regis stood, and grinned again. “I didn’t. But now I do, don’t I?” He winked and walked away as Geralt spluttered under his breath, unable to come up with a single word in response.

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#the witcher #geralt of rivia #emiel regis #geralt x regis #geregis

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duskoon · 1 year

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Deep End AU: World’s Fair Teaser.

Tw: Mentions of blood, Criminal activities, Chapter is prone to changes, and that’s it for now (more warning will be added, if necessary).

Note: Some segements weren’t added, due to the reason stated above. Also, I owe you at least a teaser after nearly 3 months of inactivity.😭👌

Taglist: @bluemoondust, @tragicthing, @moodyblueberrytree. Anyone who wants to be tagged, please do tell me.

Special thanks to @tragicthing for drawing Eta (Which is you, the mc.)

Amidst responding to common inquires, a loud and harsh boom has hindered the fair’s chattering and cordial atmosphere into plight of screams and distress. As a group of criminals have forced their way into the building, donning black uniforms with a large red “R” imprinted onto their shirts. Team Rocket, yet they seem somewhat different than usual. Almost, if not all, were hybrids of various mons. Predominately, dark and poison types.

“Cooperate and hand over all of your Pokérus supplies to us, or else we will take Professor Eta as a hostage.” Said one of the members brusquely; Voice strained owing to the deadly cypress gas that meshed with his own blood. Which slowly oozed from the big circular pores, that littered around his skin with a large patch of his neck being the most affected.

If not for her decade of experience handling hybrids, the scientist would’ve find his sickly purple epidermis to be disturbing. A hybrid of Koffing, she assumed- which made up the majority of the grunts- aside from a few Arboks/Haunters here and there.

Although, that did not confound her as much as how they were operating without their leader and how they’re able to gain ludicrous amount of genetic modifiers. After all, Scourge was caught last year and has been contained since then.

#yandere pokemon #yandere pokemon x reader #yandere pokevillains x reader #yandere pokevillains #yandere deep end au #deep end au #teaser #tw: mentions of blood #tw: criminal activites

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laura-apexart · 8 months

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DAY 5 7.12.23

Incredibly sore from smash boxing. Walked to see Diana the physiotherapist whose office is at the hospital-20 min north from where I’m staying.

Talked about cultural differences-I asked her - People cancel last minute People don’t say no (not direct) To accept this opportunity as a gift To receive it (nothing is expected in a return with a tangible outcome) Sociological experience /experiment To be more independent in my thinking —not care what other people think about me —because they are probably not thinking about me at all ha! To be a participant rather than an observer Status and class associations of schooling and residence eta disappear when traveling. You don’t know how a culture or experience will seep into you and your practice At the end of our session she kissed me on cheek-so warm.

Traveled to the Central Cemetery call 22 on 8 tram Felt like a more depressed part of the city- Entered and asked the guard if there were tours, he ended up taking me around -he took me to the center -we communicated using google translate -he was very curious to know if I was traveling alone and told me it was dangerous-aren’t all cities dangerous if you are a foreigner or don’t know the codes of conduct and assured him I was being careful. He was very gentle and kind -he showed me were the presidents graves where--at the center of the cemetery-- some of whom had been assassinated from narcotics, where people went to ask dead souls for favors, heavy, dark energy, where the black virgin sculpture stands and belongs to the hit men, where “Thieves , prostitutes , hit man come to ask favors." The grave where witchcraft was practiced that is called the snail bc of its spiraling staircase.

In the evening I went to the lotus language learning club for Rolos to speak English hosted in a quiet comfortable cafe in a hostel very close to my airbnb. I arrived at 6:30 and stayed until 9:30 and really got lost in time and enjoyed myself, chatting about films, music, food and joking with everyone-one of the women was training for CrossFit and had been at the 7am smash boxing class that I previously went to, we just missed each other! There were a couple of men who were animators, and professors, language teachers, engineers, a very warm, easy to talk to group-I will go back if the timing works out.

#Laura Bernstein

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eugeniedanglars · 2 years

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hey siri how do i convince my brain that respectfully bringing up complaints to professors about exam questions i feel are legitimately unfair is not me being a whiny baby or demanding to speak to the manager of school

#like. i feel like SUCH a brat i hate complaining about exams or blaming professors #i feel like i'm very reasonable and very willing to accept blame for my mistakes when i get a question wrong that was in the lecture!#but when a question is on something we learned over a year ago and weren't specifically told to review and the answers were formatted wrong #and your response is 'well it was in the lectures i told you to review (even though i specified a different part of those lectures)'#and you don't even address the incorrect formatting? i feel like the blame is on you at least a tiny bit!#you don't have to give me the points back but at least like... acknowledge that you weren't clear enough?#because otherwise what's to keep this exact situation from happening again on the final or in next year's class #eta: i just checked and i literally didn't even get those questions wrong this is PURELY a moral stance #the only question i got wrong that i felt was unfair was one that was worded in such a way #that it could literally be interpreted as three completely different questions #all of which i knew the answer to! but i had no way of knowing which interpretation he meant during the exam #other than that all the questions i got wrong i'm like 'yeah that's completely fair i should have studied that more'#(even if they were disproportionately from the same old lectures while some of the more recent lectures weren't on the exam at all)#(but still it was information that i definitely should know for this class/for dentistry in general so i'll happily take those Ls)#(but goddammit if i know the answer to a question and only got it wrong because you worded it so badly i couldn't tell what you were asking #i shouldn't be punished for that!)

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universitypenguin · 2 years

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Is there any sort of ETA on the next chapter of Restitution? That cliffhanger still has me shook!!!!!! 😍😍😍😍

I am writing it, I promise!

At the moment I’m really wrapped up in stupid stuff like grad school, which has proven more challenging and time consuming than I had anticipated. Finishing Restitution is my top priority. I will also be completing the last eight letters of the Alphabet Series as soon as I am able.

Thank you for caring about the story and I’m definitely going to pull it over the finish line soon. (Also: there will be assorted drabbles after Restitution ends. One-shots of our quartet, historic content of Duchess and Andy, that sort of thing.)

Below the cut, more details about my personal drama, all because of a 57 year old Norwegian chemist who likes to grade free response tests! Love that for me… not! 😭

So much drawing. I hate drawing. Ugh. In regards to Restitution, the next chapter is half written and depending on how tomorrow goes, I could finish it. I also need to edit the extraneous parts out and peel some of the exposition into dialogue and what not. What’s been interfering with my writing is that some of my questions take more than an hour to answer. I’m so eager to be done with this.

My top priority is to finish Restitution and then get around to the final eight letters of our Alphabet Series. What I have planned for “R is for Risk” is awesome. At the moment it only exists in my head because I haven’t had time to write at all. (Fun fact, the last chapter of Restitution was written when our software at work went down yesterday. That’s literally the only free time I’ve had. Which is a surprise to me, because school has never been this time consuming. But graduate vs. undergraduate coursework is a beast of a different color. Who knew?)

My final is on the 17th and after that I’ll be free! For the next seven days I’m locking my doors and muting my phone and taking a deep dive into hydroxide ion promoted hydrolysis reactions. Plus all the other stuff I’m supposed to comprehend by now but uh… 🤪 Send thoughts and prayers. (Jk, I’m sure God’s like, girl, that’s a you problem. You did this to yourself. Leave me out of it.)

You can expect to see more of me after next week, contingent on my survival. My professor is this older Norwegian chemist who likes to tortures my class with tests he clearly authors in the seventh ring of hell, with Lucifer advising him. You think I’m joking, but last time he asked “Explain different ways you could synthesize succinic anhydride,” and then gave us a blank page to write out the reaction steps. He didn’t even describe the molecule we were supposed to be making! No other words, not even a hint, nothing. I miss multiple choice tests during undergraduate. Those things you could just waltz through if you understood enough to eliminate the bad answers. Graduate level has definitely been an *experience* (GIF below reflects my verbatim thoughts during recent lectures.)

If I had anticipated what I’d be going through right now, I would have wrapped up Restitution several weeks ago. But the beginning of the semester was deceptively easy.

(Also, yes, I’m trigger warning this post as chemistry. Just in case someone on my dash sees the homework and gets re-traumatized. I feel their pain.)

#tw chemistry #penguin replies #restitution will get an update #coming soon #if I survive next week #thank you for caring about my story

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drarryspecificrecs · 3 years

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I have this vague recollection of a drarry fic that I can’t find in my saved fics. I was wondering if anyone might know what it is.

In the fic I believe Harry and draco were at hogwarts as professors and ended up becoming friends over bonding while playing board games together in a secret room....?? That’s basically all I remember. Sorry it’s so vague, I wish I remembered more!

Thanks so much for your daily recs!! They definitely help me find new fics I wouldn’t have found otherwise ☺️

I’m glad you like those posts at @drarryspecificrecsdaily! And I haven’t read this fic so I hope my lovely followers can help you :)

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ETA: Thank you for your help, @chmstry ♥

Lessons in Humility by playout [E, 86k]

► After the dissolution of his marriage and a good bit of soul-searching, Harry returns to Hogwarts as the new Defense teacher. Go figure, it happens to be the same year Draco takes over the role of Potions Master. Neither man is happy about this turn of events. Will they be able to set aside their differences and learn a thing or two about trust and humility on the way? (Spoiler Alert: Yes. Very much so.) ~ 2015.04

#drarry #drarry fanfic #drarry fic rec #fic search #fic 2015

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kimberly-spirits13 · 4 years

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Right Hand Man (Loyal to the End) Pt. 8

Pairing: Damian Wayne x reader

Synopsis: You were like Talia’s daughter. The only thing was that you weren’t and instead, you had grown up in the foster care system and at a young age were taken by and personally trained by Talia. Along the way, you meet Damian and the two of you start to work side by side and eventually, after some time become closer and closer. However, when disaster in the league strikes, you face balancing an old, forgotten life as a normal child and the burden of right hand to the demon heir.

Note: I know that this is long and that there are a good number of time skips, but I didn’t want to make this into a series and just wanted it as a long fic because .... well because I can lol

Also, I didn’t want to have Damian so young in this so just go with it. I’m thinking maybe early 15 or almost 16 at the most. Idk I just don’t like writing for young Dami.

Warnings: angst, almost losing someone, buildings on fire, bombs, the usual lol

Word Count: 2181

Masterlist for Series

Both you and Damian had now been secretly dating for two months. It was an exhausting game of cat and mouse of either running from his family, or the prying eyes of the press. You had just excepted at this point that this was just going to be a new normal for a long time. There was nothing you could seriously complain about much however. This was all you had wanted for years and if the company of clandestine meetings was going to be a center of attention in this relationship, that was what was going to happen.

Dates were mainly just tea or coffee on the rooftops late at night for only a short amount of time if it was on patrol, and longer if it was at the manor. Right now, you were sitting in the library, laying in Damian’s lap, both reading your own books. No one but Alfred was in the manor however, you were sure that he knew about you and Damian. Light streamed in through the windows and silence blanketed the room as Damian ran his fingers through your hair, occasionally braiding it. You fiddled with the matching golden ring on your left ring finger some as he did this. This was the most relaxed you had been in years and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

He didn’t know this until recently, but the only professor that had ever lived was one that you had. Your voice professor used to braid your hair during warm ups. She was the closest thing that you had ever had to a mother and in return for this, you begged Talia to let her live. You decided not to make it out so that you trusted or cared for her, but rather that she had connections to people that the league could use. With this tactic, Talia actually allowed her to leave but under a life- long oath of secrecy to protect the league. You braid your own hair when you were stressed or anxious but it’s better having someone else do it. Damian only found out when you started braiding and braiding your own hair in the roof tops one night at the league, only to let the piece unravel and start again.

“Beloved are you going to go on patrol tonight?” He asked breaking the silence.

“Of course.” You answered, “Is there a reason you asked?”

“No, I was just checking.”

“...Damian, how long do you think we’re going to stay a secret? I’m not upset or anything of the sort, it’s just a bit exhausting sometimes.” You questioned, flipping the page of your book.

“I don’t really know Beloved. How long do you think you’d want to stay like this?” Damian set down his book to give the conversation his attention seeing as this one was important.

You audibly sighed as he started braiding a portion of your hair, twisting it around and then letting it lose again, “I don’t really know, 3 months at most maybe?”

“Are you tired of seeing strangers online pine away after me?” He asked smirking.

You rolled your eyes and jokingly slapped his arm making him laugh, “What about me? I’ve seen plenty of suitors for myself.”

“Don’t remind me Y/N.”

“Oh no, I’ll remind you. First there was one that actually messaged me asking if I was single. Oh, another that tweeted asking if I was single. Then, there was another that mailed a love letter to the man-“

Damian cut you off, putting his hand over your mouth making you laugh. You sat up and sat crisscrossed in his lap facing him, running your fingers through his hair.

“You didn’t really think you could shut me up that easily did you demon?” You asked quietly.

“I’d gage you would find a way to get your point across any way you could General.” He kissed the corner of your lips which made you glare at him some before pulling him in for a real kiss.

“Next time some girl gets a hold of you at a gala though, just make sure not to charm her for me, will you?”

“Whatever you say.”

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Patrol started off boring and uneventful. Nothing exciting was happening but for maybe a few ally level crimes. You and Damian were perched on the rooftops looking down at the city lights and occasional people. Damian had obviously gotten the whole Robin outfit, in his own version of course. You however, took the same style as your past uniform. It was similar in the sense that it was amour and a hood, you still had your knives and compartments, this time though, the color was different. He couldn’t see the look on your face through the mask you were wearing which covered your lower face to your eyes, but he was sure you were bored. He was going to start a conversation when the comms came on with Bruce talking loudly.

“I need everyone at the Rosehill Apartments on 7th Street! There’s multiple bombs spread throughout the building, civilians are inside.”

You looked at Damian who nodded at you before you both swung off the building.

“ETA 2 minutes.” You replied back getting onto your own bike and speeding off towards 7th St. following Damian.

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Upon arrival to the building, you could see that everyone else was already inside but for Nightwing who on crowd duty until you two had gotten there.

“There’s one more bomb in the kitchens. Everyone else is either getting their own or helping the residences escape.”

You looked around for an entrance that wasn’t in terrible condition. Once you found one you ran towards it at full speed with a bomb on your mind.

“Stick close, the roof might not be stable anymore.” You said, “If the bomb goes off, I expect you to leave immediately.”

“Beloved I’m not leaving you if anything happens.” Robin replied running beside you.

You didn’t reply, instead bursting into the kitchen and jumping over one of the carts in the way of your path. Using the locator on your wrist device, you scanned the room stopping when it got a hit.

“It’s in the freezer!” You ran over and opened the door into the large room, “Hold this open and make sure it doesn’t close, I’ll disarm the bomb.”

Damian nodded and did what you said as you went inside and ripped open one of the floorboards to find a massive collecting of wires and buttons connected onto one device. The type of timebomb was one that you had seen plenty of times before in training and when you yourself had used them. Part of training was learning to make one so it wasn’t too terribly difficult to disarm this one. The hard part was getting out.

“Y/S/H/N!” You heard from behind you as you were about to stand up, “The place is on fire.” Damian called out, “We have to leave!” You turned around and saw the place ablaze. Damian already had his other mask up over his face so he could breathe when you got out of the freezer. The two of you started running out to find the hallway also up in flames.

“Don’t come near the kitchens, the whole place is going up in flames.” You said, “Bomb has been disarmed however.”

“Good, now get out of there.” Batman replied back.

“Working on that.”

You and Damian sprinted down the hallway making sure no one else was inside on your way out. Once in the lobby you turned hearing someone screaming from a room nearby.

“I’ll be right back.” You said turning around locating the person who was a small child.

“I can’t find my Mommy.” She said sobbing into your arms.

“I promise you I’ll find her.” You said running back up front, “I’m going to give you to Robin and he’ll take you outside, I’ll find your mommy.”

You reached the front of the building where Robin was, “Take her, she can’t find her mother, I’m going in after her.”

“You can’t, the building is going to come down at any minute!” Damian said taking the girl in his arms.

“I have to check, I can’t let her grow up without parents like I did.”

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You ran inside not really aware of what was happening outside anymore. Looking around you saw no sign of anyone but that didn’t mean that they couldn’t be buried under something. As you did this, you pulled out the scanner again but this time had it scan for biological creatures instead of machinery. There was nothing at the point where you were. Going farther into the structure was a no go at this point but it was your only option.

Outside, Damian was trying to find the girl’s mother in the crowd as he mentally cursed himself for allowing you to go inside. He should’ve done more, he could’ve done more but he didn’t. Running to the line of ambulances, he looked for someone that matched the girl’s description of her mother. When he finally found the person, he rushed over just in time for the lady to see her daughter and burst into tears. She hugged her daughter and thanked Damian for bringing her back to her before Damian rushed back to find you.

“Y/N!” He screamed getting inside catching your attention.

Further down the hallway you heard Damian yelling for you. You turned around and started headed quickly for him and once he saw you, he announced that they had found the mother outside of the building. The two of you started running for the exit when you looked up hearing a faint beeping. The exit was 50 feet ahead and the closer to it you got, the louder the sound.

“Damian! There’s a bomb above us, I- I think it’s about to blow.” You said as pieces of wood from the building came down little by little, “5 seconds now!”

Damian had a look of terror as he picked up the pace. You knew that both of you wouldn’t make it without a little boost so you got behind Damian and launched him out of the way where Nightwing was standing right as the building was coming down. The last thing you heard was a defining thunder and then the screams Damian who was kicking and trying to get away from Nightwing to go back for you.

“Y/N is still inside you idiot let me go!” He sobbed trying to elbow his oldest brother in the rib.

The second round of explosions came, only making the structure collapse more, fire raining down.

“Beloved!” He screeched making Nightwing almost drop him in surprise at what he called you.

He understood why Damian was fighting so hard now, but that didn’t mean that he could let him go. The rest of the family standing by heard it as well. It would’ve been hard to miss anyways.

“You can’t go in after her!” Nightwing yelled over the explosion.

“I have to! She’s the only one I have, I have to go! Let me go!” Damian got lose just as the dust was settling.

He ran to where he last saw you and started digging, tears filling his eyes so that he couldn’t see. There was no chance you were still alive and if you were, it wouldn’t be for long. That was when he heard you try and move something. He was looking in the wrong place, only a few feet away. When he saw where you were, he lifted the piles of wood and debris off of you to find you badly injured and hardly awake.

“Beloved stay awake for me okay?” He said lifting you up out of the rubble.

There was a part of your side where you had gotten impaled. It didn’t look like it hit any vital organs, however, you were bleeding out rapidly.

He swept the hair out of your face and gently held you to him as he ran for the Batmoblie quickly trailed by everyone else. With you in the backseat, Nightwing front, and Batman driving, you were quickly headed for the cave. Damian wrapped your wounds tightly and held your head up in his lap checking your pulse every few seconds.

“How is she?” Bruce asked sparing a glance at the back seat.

“Unwell, I-I don’t know how she’s still alive.” Damian responded.

“Enhanced strength from the pit.” You groaned some in pain.

“What the hell?!” Dick turned around to see you trying to sit up, “Enhanced strength my ass, how many times did you take a dip?”

That earned a sharp glare from Damian and a reprimand from Bruce. He apologized realizing that he overstepped.

“Beloved don’t move like that, just stay down.” Damian said gently, “You’ll only hurt yourself more.

Getting to the cave, you don’t remember much, just waves of pain and floating in and out of consciousness. The only part that you really remember was the worst part, but that was later to come when everyone really thought you would die.

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To Be So Lonely [Draco Malfoy] 23

Rating: PG-13 Pairings: Draco Malfoy/OC Chapter warnings:

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"Oi," Nel stopped in her tracks and turned to see none other than Cedric calling after her. "I don't want you to take this personally, but I'm not going to the Yule Ball with you. Is that alright?

She looked at the Hufflepuff in surprise. "I only said yes because I didn't want to embarrass you in front of everybody else. I'm actually planning on asking Cho."

How gracious of Diggory. He was letting her down and he was even good at that. To the older teen's surprise, she actually seemed relieved.

"You seem happy," He laughed a little. "It's a long story," She drawled out really not wanting to relive the tale. "Malfoy dared me to do it. He said if you said no, he'd take pity on me and take me," She rolled her eyes still fuming at his offense.

"Oh?" Cedric wondered out loud. "And you want to go with him?" He asked nosily.

"Absolutely not!" She cried out louder than he expected. "He was just bullying me like always."

"Sounds to me like he wants to take you," Cedric flashed her a knowing smile.

"Why didn't he just ask then?" She groaned out feeling beyond irritated.

"Also sounds like you him to take you," He teased playfully.

"Nonsense," She glared at him with hostility. "I'm waiting for somebody else to ask me," She avoided his questioning gaze.

"Anything I can do to help?" He offered. Merlin, he was such a Hufflepuff. "You've done enough. Thanks, Ced," She thanked him for sparing her the terrible humiliation of being turned down in front of half of the school. He flashed her one of his infamous smiles. The kind that made girls everywhere melt and it almost made her regret not holding him onto his word.

(AN: Ha! Bet I really had you there for a moment lol).

xxx

That had been a couple of weeks ago.

It was officially the third weekend of December, meaning the holiday had just started and the ETA for the Yule Ball was exactly one week.

Yule Ball Dress: Worth it.

Yule Ball Date: Nonexistent.

Elowen was presently brewing a weak version of Amortentia also known as Love Potion #9. The potion had yet to turn red but the pleasant smell of fine wool and lemon tart seemed to flood the Second-Floor girl's bathroom.

"I never had to brew a love potion to get a boy to like me," Moaning Myrtle taunted as she hovered around the Slytherin who was presently focused on properly adding her rose thorns into the light blue potion.

"Shut up Myrtle," Nel glared with great frustration as she sat with her legs crossed underneath her body on the bathroom floor. "You never had to brew a love potion to get a boy to like you because you're dead."

"And yet you alive- still cannot manage," she laughed loudly. Nel shot her a nasty look she wanted to throw something at her but knew it would simply phase through her. "At least I'm not dead," was her lame comeback.

Myrtle scowled in her direction before spewing more insults, shrieking and vanishing into the sink behind the girl making the water splash and rain on the Slytherin Fourth Year. "Ugh…" Nel wiped some water from her brow with great frustration.

"I won't pretend to know why it is you're brewing Amortentia in the Second Floor's bathroom," an invasive voice suddenly interrupted. "And a particularly weak one at that," Professor Snape walked into the girl's bathroom with both of his arms crossed over his torso. He glared down in judgement already assuming the intentions behind her brewing.

"Professor Snape!" Elowen said alarmed staggering to her feet. "How did you-?"

"The stench reeks in the corridor. I wouldn't be surprised if Mr.-," Snape paused holding his tongue for a moment. "Whoever, stumbled upon you."

Somehow this was even worse than Snape using her to rehearse ballroom dancing with her in front of the entire Slytherin House. Her ears were burning a dark shade of red as she hid her embarrassed face. She wanted to admit it wasn't what it looked like but didn't know how to without getting into trouble.

Now with his hands behind his back, the Potions Master stepped forward peering down into the cauldron and reached down to add an extra dash of pearl dust which in turn turned the potion a bright shade of red before shifting a glittery white powder. The bathroom was filled with a strong cologne smell that made the girl pinch her nose from the potency. It smelled like something familiar she had smelled somewhere in the castle before.

"Carry on," Snape drawled out looking unimpressed. "Five points Slytherin for attempting an advanced potion and with that – my office Monday after dinner." He turned referring to the private lessons he had been giving her.

"Y-Yes, Sir," She nodded her head forward as he left without another word. That had been a close one. The worst part was that Nel didn't want the potion to drug someone with it. The potion would serve a much more evil purpose.

Yule Ball Prank: In the works.

It was part of her end of the bargain with Peeves. He helped her escape that claustrophobic office last year and now she had to do his bidding and ensue chaos at the Yule Ball. Dramatic much, but Peeves liked a show.

The potion was in the making, there were currently several bottles of Spyrit liquor, the strongest liquor known to Wizard kind hidden under her bed. The Weasley twins, her suppliers, weren't sure if it would do much to the Bulgarians, but she had to give it try. She was currently carefully bottling the potion making sure not to spill any when Myrtle again screeching phased through the floor and knocked the bottle out of her hands making her spill the potion on her uniform.

"Myrtle!" Nel shouted angrily as she attempted to rub the strong-smelling potion from her school jumper and skirt. "Serves you right," Myrtle stuck out her tongue and raspberried at the girl before again vanishing. It was almost time for dinner, cursing under her breath the girl packed up the potion in different vials before rushing back to the dining hall. She didn't look any different, but she found it odd that people kept on turning their heads when she passed by them in the Great Hall.

"Smells like home," Ivo, one of the Bulgarians, inhaled deeply as the girl walked behind him. The Bulgarians looked at her oddly as she took her regular seat with the other Fourth Year Slytherins.

"New perfume?" Theodore commented as he lowered his book when he caught a whiff of his friend.

"Why do you smell like halide?" Tracey asked wrinkling her nose, she looked at her friend with paranoid suspicion. "Huh?" Nel asked not even knowing what halide is.

Daphne wrinkled her nose leaning over her dinner plate and visibly sniffing her friend who deliciously smelled like a s'more.

Other students who took noticed in the strong scent all turned their heads towards her. She looked at them uncomfortably. She couldn't just sit and explain to them just what she had been doing.

"Why-" A pair of hands slammed on the table next to her. "Are you wearing Draco's cologne?" Pansy demanded to know with a furious expression. Malfoy looked at the two girls confused. All he could smell was the lemon tart dessert.

"I'm not," She simply answered shooting the girl a wary look. Pansy looked between the brunette and the blond boy that was sitting some seats away with terrible irritation. Draco had been awfully quiet as of the late, suspiciously dodging Elowen. Then again, so had most of the Slytherin boys, even Blaise Zabini, Crabbe and Goyle. She figured they didn't want to be near her in case she asked any of them to the dance. They didn't need to flatter themselves; it wasn't as if she'd ever do it.

Daphne looked at her friend suspiciously having a feeling of what it was she was really smelling. "Have you found a date to the ball yet?" She asked absentmindedly.

"No, not yet," Nel whispered leaning closer over the table. Her eyes shot to look at the Ellar Lestrange who was sitting all the way across the Great Hall in the Ravenclaw table.

"Why don't you just ask him and get it over with?" Theodore suggested with a careless shrug. Nel looked at him incredulously and then turned back to look at Daphne with disbelief at what the Slytherin was suggesting.

"What's the worst that can happen?" She suggested.

She turned to look at Tracey hoping for a defense. "Just do it. Worst case scenario he says no and he sucks."

With a determined look the girl reached in her bookbag and pulling up a parchment she scribbled something in it rather madly before folding it into a paper plane and enchanting it to fly across the Great Hall. All waited with their eyes obviously fixed on the older teen as he caught and unfolded the parchment looking up and smiling weakly at the girl.

"Is that a yes?" Tracey clenched her friend's arm.

"No," She said smiling back at him. "I asked him to meet me somewhere," She reached for a pumpkin pastry and took a bite that would most definitely make the Lestrange's dining room table kick her before chugging her water and heading off without another word.

"Wait! Nel!" Tracey called after her friend who was already running out of the Great Hall. "Where is she going?" She asked Daphne and Theo who looked at her figure vanishing.

"I hope he says yes!" Daphne gushed excitedly.

"Shit."

The three friends turned to look at the Slytherin who had slipped and audibly cursed. For some reason Draco looked caught and almost looked sick with paranoia and guilt.

Xxx

Ellar Lestrange calmly walked up the stairs to the Astronomy Tower. He wasn't sure what Elowen Saintday could possibly want to discuss with him. He wondered if his mother had been particularly giving her a hard time. As far as he knew the two had no contact, even if Cloelia regularly asked him for updates on the girl's life. He shared what little he knew about her life.

Opening the trap door to the tower he saw how she stood near the railing mouthing some words to herself practicing a repeated flicking movement with her wand.

"Hey," He interrupted and watched her jump a little.

"Oh! Hi! Ellar!" She laughed nervously before walking towards him and trying to keep her hair tame despite the bad weather. It wasn't a nice night, with a strong wind carrying the cold December air to them.

She stood in front of him slightly swaying her body back and forth as if she was waiting for him to ask her something.

"What can I do for you Elowen?" He asked slightly perplexed as to what she wanted to talk to him about, so privately and up here out of all places.

It wasn't the question she was hoping to hear.

Giving a step back and flickering her wand golden sparks began to fly from the tip as she rapidly moved and waved it writing out four words in her best handwriting in the air.

'Yule Ball U + ME ?'

She dotted the '?' and the words began to spin in a colorful array of beautiful lights and magic. Ellar made a noise that sounded like a curious chuckle. He looked at her with surprise and took in the rare, yet pleasant scent of red wine that filled the open space between them.

Her heart was jumping at her throat and she looked terribly nervous. Breath quicker than usual. Hand shaking slightly at the fear of rejection.

"Elowen," he managed to say with a tight smile on his purse lips. "What is this?" He waved at the glowing letters above her that had begun to fade as the girl's optimism did too.

"Do you…" She choked on her words. "Do you want to go to the Yule Ball," She paused for a moment swallowing the word that had choked in her throat. "with me?" She looked at him with large and hopeful eyes.

He was quiet for a moment before answering.

It took him only a couple of seconds to answer but time felt like it was moving slower. It might as well have five maybe ten minutes of silence between them.

"Yeah, I would," he spoke softly. Yet despite his positive affirmation, his expression was a sullen one filled with confusion. Her heart leapt for a moment as she held her breath waiting for his answer. "But I thought you were going with Malfoy?"

Silence.

Now it was her turn to be confused. "You mean-" She hoped he had gotten the names messed up. "Cedric?" She asked him with a knotted brow.

"No, I mean Malfoy," the wavy-haired teen repeated. "I heard you two are going together."

She listened not believing a word he was saying.

"I would've asked you myself, but I didn't want to step on anyone's toes," he shook his head slightly. "So, I asked a friend instead."

She wore a blank expression on her face as the anger began to bubble inside of her. He found it hard to tell just what she could possibly be running through her mind. She had no volatile reaction to his words.

"Word is you begged him to go with you."

It was almost as if he was purposely provoking her, drilling and pushing into her buttons which he was more than well aware would make her blow up despite how cool and collected she had been trying to appear.

Nel's hands were tightly clenched at her sides gripping her wand tightly. Her eyes turned into angry slits, resembling the ones of somebody that could and would kill.

"That I what?" She drawled out now absolutely livid her voice a low hiss.

Ellar's head snapped to the side when he heard a loud pop and saw one of the dim lights of the tower pop making shattered glass fly everywhere. One by one each and every one of them exploded until the two were consumed by an unfamiliar darkness. In a blind rage the girl stormed out of the tower seeking an exit. He stood in the darkness wearing a satisfied sneer.

Xxx

Portraits in Hogwarts shrunk, rare students and even some prefects stepped out of the way as they saw the girl full on rampage stomping down the moving stairs making way to the Slytherin dormitory where she was ready to drag someone out of bed and potentially murder them in cold blood. And by them she meant Draco Malfoy who was suddenly turning in the stairs of the second floor.

"You!" Her loud shout echoed the stairs waking up some of the sleeping portraits as she descended the moving stairs. Malfoy was out of luck as the moving stairs that lead to the third floor moved skewing the directly in his direction. Whipping out her want red sparks flew as she attacked the Slytherin with repeated crimson flashes.

"You conniving, evil, ferret-weasel!" She shouted at him each word being followed by a nasty hex. "You ruined everything!" She shouted at him. Large frames rattled as they trembled and were tossed off the walls. People in the portraits screaming or collapsing as their frames came down to hit the floor.

"Expeliarmus!" Draco managed to disarm her. She didn't look twice for her wand; she didn't need need magic to do what she was going to do. She leapt off the second step and pushed him back tumbling on top of him. She was about to strike him, but he caught her hands in his.

"I can explain," He attempted to barter with the enraged girl.

"I would rather hear a mandragora scream than listen to whatever pathetic lie you're about to pull out of your ass!" She shouted enraged. The only thing she wanted, the only thing she had been expecting of this year was to have a decent date with a boy she fancied at the Yule Ball and he had taken that away from her and for no good reason. Her dress it would be for nothing. She had been robbed.

"Elowen, please, let me explain," He swallowed the barbwire knot that had formed on his throat. She let go of his hands pushing them away from her and sat back on the floor looking at him with glassy eyes.

He wanted to ask her to the ball. In a way he had. Not properly. But the two were friends. The two could go to the Yule Ball as friends. However,… What would his parents say? What would his mother think?

When his mother had asked him who he planned on escorting to the Yule Ball he had lied and written home that he wasn't interested in any of the girl's his year. His mother had suggested him escorting a Pureblooded young lady such as Daphne Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson or even Millicent Bullstrode. Neither Davis or Saintday had been amongst his mother's options and then again, why would they be?

Both of them were barren from Pureblood Society since their names were not included in the Sacred Twenty-Eight Directory.

His father had a peculiar attention for Saintday and so did the Lestranges, but that didn't change the fact that she was a nameless nobody without a knut to her name.

He didn't need to ask to for their permission to know that they would never approve. It simply wasn't what was expected of him. If anything, it would perhaps make things worse… However, if he could make it seem as if the two just happened to end up going together – his parents could've been upset, but they would have let it slide. After all it wouldn't have been his fault that the two just happened to end up there together.

"I thought we were friends!" She spoke before he could. "This isn't what friends do to each other. You're a liar and a cheat and I can't believe I trusted you! I do this to myself, over, and over, and over, and over again," She wiped a stray tear that escaped the corner of her eye.

From a higher floor Theodore and Daphne who were also looking for their friend had begun rapidly descending when they heard the commotion of the many paintings collapsing. Tracey ran from the floors below as the five Slytherins met halfway.

"If this is what it's like being your friend, I don't want it!" She tossed angrily standing up as her friends reached her side.

"Nel, please," He could've begged. He stood up feeling both small and self-conscious under the deathly daggers of all her friends were shooting him. Davis already had her wand pointed at him ready to attack and Saintday's in her other.

"Stay away from me!" Nel shouted at him with a broken voice before walking away, her two girl friends following behind. Davis shot him a look that could kill before descending down the staircase. Greengrass shook her head seeming almost disappointed. Even Nott didn't seem pleased as he stuck around levitating the portraits back into their appropriate places and positions on the wall.

"You're a foul git you know that?" Theodore shot him a nasty glare. He had never been one for confrontation but riled up and just as angry as his friends he had to say something.

"Shove off Nott," Malfoy spat back angrily. Who was Theodore Nott to judge him? "You think you're better than all of us judging with your beak hidden behind a rotting book."

"If you wanted her to go to the bloody ball with you, why didn't you just ask?" He shrugged in disbelief at the blonde's childishness.

Theodore thought Draco wouldn't answer him, but his words brought him to a halt.

"You know why," He uttered darkly.

Words which sadly resonated with Theo. There was a reason why he had never invited his friends over to his home.

"What do you think your ancient father would do if you took someone like Saintday home with you?"

Theo didn't want to think about his aggressive father or the things he would say or do to him or his friends if they ever met. He had never confronted his father about it, but the rumor was that Theodore Nott Sr. had even known Voldemort even before he became You-Know-Who. Rumors where he was one of the first Death Eaters. Having fought for the dark side in the Wizarding War being an elderly widower, it seemed like Nott had avoided being sent to Azkaban simply by appearing vulnerable and playing his cards right. However, Saintday…

"She's not like the others and you know that," Theo spat back. "You think the Lestranges took her in out of the kindness and generosity of their hearts?"

Draco was silent his lips drawn into a serious thin line. Finally hanging the last portrait Nott turned to speak properly to Malfoy. Saintday, Davis and Nott never discussed their personal lives at Hogwarts. It was some type of silent unspoken rule that the three had sworn never to cross. Just as Theo never asked Nel about the odd bruises she would sometimes wear she'd never inquire about his family's past siding with the Dark Lord.

"Both, you and I know that they want something from her. Sirius Black taking her away as an infant, living hidden amongst muggles for twelve years, private lessons with Snape, the Lestranges, her being a Parselmouth, the fact she can see therstals…" He trailed off before leaning in close.

Draco was a little stunned at the revelation that Nel could see Therstals. It was a fact that only people that had seen death could see these horrible creatures.

"Whatever it is that they want, it's dark, and it's not… good. Nel already has enough on her plate. She could do without you tormenting her," his green eyes raked the silver haired blonde before scowling his way and leaving Draco to stand under the judging eyes of the school's portraits.

Xxxx

"I would curse him," Tracey paced the second-floor girl's bathroom. "I swear, I would curse him but he's already a pathetic and sad," Tracey tossed angrily under her breath as she paced in circles.

"Just stop," Nel shook her head as she pinched the bridge of her nose keeping her head lowered. She really didn't want to think about what had happened with Ellar and specially not with Malfoy.

She could've lived knowing that Ellar didn't want to go with her but knowing that Malfoy had pulled off that nasty trick. Specially after he claimed the two were friends. She didn't know what they were, but whatever they were it wasn't friends. Friends didn't do that to each other.

"It's just-!" Tracey's hands twitched as she clawed and closed them in frustration. "Why-? Like-? WHO DOES THAT?! What was he thinking?"

"I don't think he was…" The orphan kept her head lowered pessimistically.

"Nel," Daphne who had been silent all of this time, yet remained observant began. "Have you thought that," She wondered out loud. She wasn't even sure how to proceed what she was going to say without triggering a fight with both of her friends. Both Tracey and Elowen looked at her with confused expressions at what she was so hesitant to say.

"Maybe Draco really did want to go to the Yule Ball with you," She suggested the theory which sounded incredulous to the two other girls. Nel kept her eyes lowered and particularly focused on a wet spot on the bathroom floor. Really not wanting to dissect what Daphne had just said.

"No," Tracey shook her head in denial. "That's just- no," she said borderline disgusted by the theory she deemed to be ridiculous. The odds of the Ballcastle Bats winning the British Quidditch Cup were higher.

"It's not that farfetched," Daphne insisted strongly believing in her peculiar theory. "Think about it. He's constantly hovering around you; he literally pulls your hair in class, and he's always trying to get your attention-" She was interrupted by Tracey.

"Daph, he's just a bully-" She was again interrupted by Daphne who had already began her tangent on this analysis.

"Good or bad – he always tries to get Nel's attention."

The two other Slytherins were still giving the blonde a confused look. It was almost as if she was speaking alien to the two of them.

"What I'm trying to say is that maybe- in case it hasn't crossed either of your minds - maybe he likes you!" She announced. The silence after her sentence was impressive. So impressive you could hear a sink leak drop and drop at the end of the bathroom's sink.

"Daph, that's toxic," Tracey coughed awkwardly after a moment of heavy silence. "What? Malfoy? No- there's no way," She stammered thinking about how ridiculous it was for the scenario to be in the slightest bit realistic.

"I never said it wasn't toxic!" Daphne said defensively simply raising up her hands. "All I'm saying is-"

The two friends began bickering back and forth about how possible or impossible this way. One more passionate than other in the suddenly becoming heated debate. Nel didn't want to think about anything. Burying her face in her hands and taking in a deep stressful breath her two friends grew quiet.

"That's enough," She exhaled finally sitting up. "I don't want to talk about it. Malfoy, Ellar, any of that," She shook her head to the sides. "Trace," she turned to look at her friend. "Do you to go to the ball with me?"

Maybe she should've done this since the beginning. Simply ask a friend to go with her. I mean why not? She would've asked Daphne, but she knew that she would be attending the Yule Ball with Theodore.

Nel didn't know what she had been expecting but Tracey grew silent at her question. There was a pregnant silence. It went on long enough that her friends questioned why she had grown mute.

"…I already asked someone," She admitted quietly, almost sullenly as she eggshelled around the topic.

Normally Daphne would've been excited so would've Elowen but instead both looked at her with the same grave expression. "Who?" They had to ask.

Tracey took in a deep breath and rubbed the nape of her neck nervously as she braced herself to reveal just where and who she had been spending so much of her time with.

"Leanne Moon, Hufflepuff," she looked at them with a lowered head fearing the judgement that could come.

Nel scrunched up her nose at the revelation. Who was Leanne Moon? It took her a moment to jog her memory and then she remembered that over excited Hufflepuff that had been taking photographs of Tracey during her Quidditch practice. She had seen her around the castle photographic shadows and other moving objects.

Tracey closed her eyes, getting ready to leave, already feeling a cold sinkhole forming in her heart.

"A Hufflepuff?" Daphne snorted letting out a laugh. Nel elbowed the girl sitting next to her also laughing slightly. Both of her friends flashed Tracey an accepting smile that almost made her forget what she had been worrying about for so long. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

"I hope she's cool," Elowen said with the first grin of the night. "Just tell her to stay away from the punch."

xxxxx

STARRING

THE ORIGINAL CAST OF THE HARRY POTTER SERIES

with

ARDEN CHO as LEANNE MOON

and

NIKKI BLONSKY as MILICENT BULLSTRODE

Xxxxx

AN: Next episode, finally, the YULE BALLLLLLL

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I played FE3H with Japanese audio (Dimitri and Kageyama Tobio are voiced by the same person and that makes me happy, you see), so sometimes I watch LPs in English and get surprised because that’s not how I expected the characters to sound at all. Like I love Chris Hackney and I think his post-timeskip Dimitri has a rawness that isn’t quite there in Ishikawa Kaito’s performance, but his Academy Phase Dimitri sounds so posh lmao??

When I mentioned this to a friend, they asked me to rate the three lords according to how polite their speech is and I went with Edelgard > Claude > Dimitri. Which isn’t really that surprising post-timeskip, but this is true for Academy Phase also. With some exceptions.

Ofc this doesn’t take into account their speech patterns and delivery (like their tone of voice), and I’m going to talk about that more, but mostly I’m focusing on Dimitri because I think the way he talks is very interesting. And it’s not because I’m biased and love him best. Not at all.

In passing tho, I want to say Sothis is another favourite. She uses the personal pronoun ‘washi’, which is the anime shortcut for ‘old man’ and the way she talks is honestly very old person (the kind who is kinda crabby and embarrassing and yells at kids in her lawn and not the kind of old that you’d expect to suddenly drop ‘thee’ and ‘thou’), but her voice obviously matches how she looks so the contrast is very cute?

Anyway, back to the three lords:

Edelgard uses 私 (watashi) and あなた (anata) and her sentence construction is fairly polite. But she’s also very straightforward and (dare I say) bold–which fits an Emperor, but is also kind of rude otherwise.

Claude uses 俺 (ore) and あんた (anta) and he’s just as laid back as those pronouns he uses. He talks like you’re close friends, which is ofc also rude in formal settings, but we’re not Lorenz. Post-timeskip he calls Byleth 兄弟, but it makes sense for them to translate that to ‘friend’ instead. (I mean, ‘sibling’ just sounds awkward.)

Dimitri uses 俺 (ore) and お前 (omae), which means his ‘you’ is more informal than Claude’s. But in contrast to Edelgard, Dimitri is seldom straightforward to the point of rudeness. Idk how to explain it, but let’s just say Edelgard would demand (politely), while Dimitri would ask (informally).

But that’s Dimitri on average. Even before post-timeskip and his infamous 失せろ*, it’s worth noting that Dimitri’s speech patterns change depending on who he’s talking to.

*translated as ‘Go away’ in the English, but I think ‘Get lost’ captures the mood better. Most sites translate it to ‘get out of my sight!’, which is also good but is kinda wordy. I’ve seen so many Dimileth fanart focusing on this moment–失せろ made an impact on so many fans, lemme tell you lmaoo.

The first time we hear him speak is when he asks Jeralt for help, and he’s on full keigo mode:

Keigo is Not my strong suit so tbh I’ll have a harder time understanding him if he keeps this up, but notice below that he uses 私 while speaking of himself (well 私たち, since he’s with Claude and Edelgard).

He also does the whole です and ます thing, which is the formal form that we first encounter when we’re beginning to learn Japanese. He speaks like this with Alois too–and most likely other people of rank–but not those who are sworn to the Kingdom, which makes sense since he’s their prince. For example, he begins speaking in keigo to Gilbert during their C support, but once they’ve established that Gilbert is Gustave, he switches to his usual informal speech. I don’t remember him ever speaking formally to Rodrigue.

Jeralt is an older dude who’s the leader of a group of mercenaries, so Dimitri goes for politeness, but he drops this like just a few minutes later, when he’s talking to Byleth:

He addresses Byleth as お前, the same way he addresses Claude and Edelgard (who are his peers), drops です for だ

and switches from 私 to his usual 俺.

*Edited to include Ashen Wolves DLC info: Dimitri uses 君 (kimi) for Edelgard, when he asked her about her hair colour. Very interesting, and I’ll let you decide what that means).

I er, don’t have screencaps for this, but he will switch to keigo when he finds out Byleth has accepted a teaching position at the Officers Academy. (Like when you speak to the house leaders and ask about the students.) If you choose Blue Lions, the cut scene will address how they speak to each other–Annette will be all ‘Oh no! I was speaking to you earlier like you were one of the students!’ and Sylvain will go ‘It’s fine if the professor doesn’t mind, I mean, Dimitri is our prince and he’s fine with us being informal, right?’

This pretty much stands on its own in English, but with the context of the Japanese language, these people are actually talking about how they were using informal speech around Byleth their professor earlier and are they allowed to continue doing so?

If you choose another house, Dimitri will start speaking in keigo during your first exploration and then go ‘I sound too stiff?? Well then [switches to informal] I’ll speak like this.’ Implying I guess that Byleth was all ‘You don’t need to speak like that’ while he was talking.

I think it’s really interesting how this is a thing, like there’s Edelgard and her ‘you should never take things at face value’ and Claude with his schemes, but then it’s the earnest Dimitri who does this whole ‘public facade’ thing.

Byleth’s assessment that some darkness is hiding behind that sincerity is kind of dramatic, but I do think the game does a good job of reinforcing that Dimitri’s not exactly putting all his cards on the table and that there’s a different side to him … without Felix telling us directly.

失せろ

ETA: I just realised I didn’t come back around to the point I first raised: that the characters sound different in English. Dimitri’s the most extreme example of this, with just a few other characters that stood out for me. (Like Linhardt is less wordy in Japanese, but they needed to translate his attitude into words so that makes sense.)

In Dimitri’s case I think it’s because he gives off a 真面目 vibe (majime; which is earnest or serious, but means a bit more than that) that they had to translate into chivalry because there’s no direct or easy equivalent. You can see how they played this up in scenes like the Battle of Eagle and Lion where he goes ‘For honour!’, but he just says

進めっ which is like, just ‘Forward!’. It’s majime but not chivalrous, you know what I mean?

(To those who want to know, yes, ‘Kill every last one of them’ is 殺し尽くしてやろ, so that’s a pretty spot on LMAO.)

The relaxed and informal speech might clash with the chivalry too, so it got lost in translation only to come back during moments like above.

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #d metas #long post #imagine saying 貴様 to your former teacher #just imagine #but then again he doesn't think byleth was worthy of the keigo until byleth became a professor sooo #lmaaoo #dimileth #i don't focus on dimileth but i did mention it #so you know the tag is there

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Life’s Different Now | Modern! Kakashi 2/?

Summary: Small dinner at Shisui’s house getting prepped for a Obito and Rin’s wedding. MC’s job/adaption to being back is discussed and finds out that their latest project is with someone in particular.

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“‘Remodel my house, I got everything you need,’ he said,” you muttered to yourself as you tried to lower a circular saw onto the orange flat bed cart. “‘Except I have no power tools and only three screw drivers.’” you spat as you tried to move the wood planks over to better fit your newly acquired power tool. You had always been better at doing things with your hands than Shisui, but for him to only have three screwdrivers in his entire house left you nearly speechless and with a pricey credit card bill from Home Depot.

Brushing off the saw dust, you frowned knowing that you probably should have changed out of your work outfit before going to the hardware store, but oh well. Down the aisle, you could see Itachi coming toward you, a gallon of paint in each hand. “Can you tell me why you are getting paint for the main room if you haven’t even finished the kitchen?” he asked as he added the gallons to the cart.

“That paint’s actually for the kitchen and the main room. I’m ripping those terrible cabinets out this weekend and putting new ones in, but I’m going to paint them this black color and then have that color also as accents in the main room,” you offered as you tapped the cans with your foot. Despite your explanation, you could see the uncertainty in your cousin’s eyes. “You just gotta trust me on this. I promise it’ll look good.” you offered as you started to push the cart towards the front of the store. “We should also go before I spend more money on power tools though…”

“I was going to stop you if you tried.” he gave a small smile as he followed.

The two of you checked out and began your way back to Shisui’s place. You, along with some others in your friend circle were meeting tonight for dinner and to potentially discuss some of the logistics of Obito and Rin’s wedding. It wasn’t until the fall, but Obito was the first out of your generation in the family to get married, so it was a bit of a big deal, and the stronger that the core wedding party was, the less haggling you would get from more distant members.

Rin had also been given a stack of coupons from one of her patients that were for BOGO pizza and pasta at one of the local restaurants with no limitations, so you all were going to take advantage of that. Truthfully, that was the real reason for the dinner, but you were going to pretend like you were all functioning adults and have goals.

Pulling in front of the home, you could see two other cars already parked. You had yet to be able to match each car to its owner, so you were at a loss of who was actually home. Shrugging to Itachi as he took the keys out, you spoke. “Well, at least we’re not last,” you offered, stepping out of the car. Then looking over the top of the car, you scrunched your face at him, “I think if we ask nicely, we can get Shisui to unpack the car. You know, because…” you trailed off racking your brain to think of a reason to manipulate your brother into hauling everything in through the snow.

“Because we were already so thoughtful by going to Home Depot on a Friday to pick up his stuff,” Itachi offered, a small smirk upon his face as he locked the car. “It’s the least he could do.”

You copied his smirk as the pair of you started to walk to the front door. As you made your way in and took off all the layers necessary for the arctic temperatures that plagued you, a sweet voice called out to you.

“I heard you were back in the country, but I was wondering when I was finally going to get to see you again!” she laughed out.

“Rin!” you smiled as you went over to hug her. Giving her a tight squeeze, you continued your smile. “Where have you been and how on Earth were you able to skip out on all of the holiday parties?” you asked. “Please tell me how- the only way I had found was to be an ocean away.”

She rolled her eyes, “I was working, the hospital is so busy this time of year; it’s nearly impossible to leave.” she answered with a shrug. “I did get a talking to by Obito about how many people were wondering where I was, but luckily they had you to distract them, so thank you,” she laughed.

“Speaking of Obito, where is he?”

Motioning you to come join her in the living room, she answered, “Him and Shisui went to go pick up dinner and drinks. I guess it takes two?”

“Uchiha’s go in packs, you should know this.” Kakashi teased as you came into the room. “There are very few exceptions.” he finished with a nod to you.

“You’re not wrong…” you admitted, sitting down in a chair. “Do we have an ETA on the boys? I kinda skipped lunch, because I didn’t like the catering at work.” you asked, now knowing that was a mistake and that you would not be repeating that any time soon.

Hearing that, Rin’s eye widened a bit. “Wait…” she interjected. “You have a job already? Hasn’t it only been like three weeks?” she asked, her uncertainty evident. Then quickly shaking her head, she apologized, “Sorry- not that it’s surprising you could get a job, but wow, that’s just fast, and isn’t architecture competitive?” she added hastily.

You gave a small chuckle, “It’s okay, don’t worry.” Pulling your legs up onto the chair, you filled her in. “I work for a private architecture firm. They have a sister branch overseas that I worked with all throughout my masters, so it was an easy transition. I started right after the new year.”

“Wow...” she trailed for a moment, still processing it. Couldn’t blame her honestly. You had better odds of getting struck down by lightning than finding a decent job right out of college. Straightening up a bit, she nodded, “Well I’m glad you’re settling easily.”

“Oh that’s literally the only thing I have going for me right now.” you gave out a small chuckle trying to hide the instability in your life right now. “I don’t know how y'all did it,” you offered. “Finding an apartment, a car, insurance, all that stuff that you need to be an adult… I literally feel like I’m drowning half the time.” you kept your voice light to lift the weight of the truth.

“We didn’t pack up our whole life and moved across the world with 2 weeks notice.” Itachi offered as he handed you a drink. “You’re doing everything all at once.”

You shrugged. “It’ll get done. Always does” you let out a small laugh, trying the mask any uncertainty that was in your voice. Best not let them know that you were still trying to decide if this was the right decision.

Rin nodded as she sat down in the chair next to yours. “Right, and you’re you, so you’ll be fine.” she affirmed. “But, do you have good projects yet at work? Or are they making you do boring beginner stuff?”

A genuine smile came upon your face. “Actually, kinda?” you nodded. “There’s a small college like 20 miles away from here and it needs to be completely remodeled, so I’m on that task. It’s kinda nice, because I like to focus on interiors, and you know, there’s not a whole lot that needs to be done exterior wise there.” you said.

“Wait… Are you remodeling Jenkins?” she inquired, giving a quick glance around the room.

“Uh, yeah I think that’s the name? Why?”

Rin smirked as she looked across the room. “Kakashi, isn’t that your college?” she interjected.

He nodded. “Yeah and it needs the renovations. A bunch of ceiling tiles started falling down in the lab last semester. Scared a bunch of undergrads.” he shrugged as if it were nothing.

Tapping your arm, she looked at you. “Well it looks like you have someone there-” she started but was interrupted by a loud pounding on the door. “Oh- I guess they made it here? Or that’s Asuma and Kuernai?” she murmured as she stood up to go help whoever it was. “Itachi, can you come here? I have a feeling they tried to carry everything in with one trip…” she clenched her jaw nervously.

“Please save the pesto,” you pleaded as they both left the room.

Then looking back over to Kakashi, you continued. “I always forget that you teach too.” You knew that he had graduated with his doctorate in chemistry last year, but you just never connected the dots of him being a professor now. “What are you teaching this semester?”

“Gen chem and ochem,” he replied. “Both lab and lecture,” he slightly frowned. “I used to only do the lab portion of them, but our lecturer quit, so I got roped into doing the lecture too…” he said, enthusiasm lacking in his tone.

“Isn’t that a lot…?” you asked. You weren’t quite sure how science classes worked, but with all of your engineering classes, the lectures and labs were taught by two different professors, and seldom did one of your professors teach two different classes without someone helping.

He nodded reluctantly.

“Well, I guess I’m going to have to go to one of your lectures then.” you teased, now trying to evade the fact that he was probably under a lot of pressure now.. “You know, to get a better feel of how the professors and students interact with their space- architecture stuff.” you smirked as you saw this statement make him recline a bit.

Giving a quick shake of his head, he tried to persuade you. “I’m not any good at lecturing. Really.” he insisted. With others, he probably would have dropped it there, but he knew you were persistent. “You could come to my office hours if you want instead.”

“Oh I'll do that too” you nodded, “Remember, I still owe you for that coffee a few years back.”

*****

A/N: what do you guy think? Is this any good? Are any of y’all enjoying it? Sorry is took so long.

#kakashi fic #kakashi hatake #kakashi #rin #obito #shisui #itachi

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Magnolia

I don’t know much about Magnolia or Paul Thomas Anderson, but I do know that it takes someone paying me to get me to watch a 3-hr+ drama that doesn’t star Kate Winslet, Leonardo DiCaprio, and a really big boat. This is one of my mom’s favorite movies which is why she requested it for me to review. It’s packed with a balls-to-the-wall star-studded cast (Tom Cruise! Julianne Moore! Phillip Seymour Hoffman! John C. Reilly! William H. Macy! Felicity Huffman!) and I’m genuinely excited to see how they all fit together. Cause they have to all fit together in some coherent way, right? Well...

Do you remember in Sorry to Bother You when the Equisapiens came out and things just took like...a real turn? That’s kind of what this was like. Whereas StBY pushed a thought to its most extreme, but logical, conclusion, what Paul Thomas Anderson has done here feels like a magician doing a lot of impressive illusions - sawing a lady in half, making a motorcycle disappear, pulling smaller things out of bigger things - and then for his final trick, walking onstage amidst a grand plume of smoke, dropping his pants, taking a gigantic shit, and then saying, “You’ve been a great audience, thanks a lot and goodnight!” It’s not like you can say the experience was BAD. Everything up to the finale was a really great time! But when you’re left on a note that is that bafflingly odd, it kinda colors the way you’ll remember the whole thing.

Magnolia is the story of one long day in the life of 12 people living in Los Angeles who are all connected via an extensive web from acquaintances to married couples to parents and children to paid caregivers and beyond. It’s a day that has the same kind of ups and downs as any other day until it, well, turns into something else entirely. I’m not sure how else to explain it, but if you want to know more, spoilers will be spoiled below.

Some thoughts:

Patton Oswalt cameo! I am a massive fan and thought I knew his whole filmography and OMG how did I not know that he was in this!!

Ok, in spite of my skepticism this entire opening sequence about coincidence had me hooked IMMEDIATELY. Like, this is some damn good storytelling, if this were a novel, I would not be able to put it down - that pull, that’s what it feels like.

Am I the only person whose encyclopedic memory of character actors/roles gets distracted when they see someone from something that is wildly disparate compared to the role you’re currently watching? For example, I had to pause the movie and confirm via IMDB that I did just see Professor Sprout from HP scream “Shut the fuck up!” at her husband while brandishing a shotgun.

Would people really recognize a grown ass man from being a successful child game show contestant? I’ll tell you the answer, no they wouldn’t, because no one realizes that Peter Billingsley (aka Ralphie from A Christmas Story) is the head of the elf production line in Elf.

I knew this was a stacked cast, but holy SHIT this is a stacked cast. If I had $1 for every fantastic character actor I recognize in this, I would have at least $37, and these are people in the film who have maybe 2-3 lines each. It’s a deep bench is what I’m saying.

This makes me miss Phillip Seymour Hoffman so, so very much.

Watching PSH care for and be so compassionate and gentle with his hospice patient, Earl (Jason Robards),makes my heart ache terribly. All of the people who have been unable to perform this kindness, this type of compassionate care for their closest loved ones as they lie dying in isolation of Covid...it’s overwhelming.

OMG I’m counting 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 Very Good Dogs in the old man’s house!

I know Scientology is evil and he’s undeniably a complicated and morally grey person. I know all that. But goddamn I just love watching Tom Cruise COMMIT. Particularly when he commits to just absolute fucking sleazebag slimeballs. And boy oh boy is Frank Mackey an absolute fucking sleazebag slimeball.

Related - I know Frank looks like Tom Cruise, so he could get people to sleep with him no matter what, but I honestly feel like as a human being, this flesh suit is WAY more attractive balding and fat in Tropic Thunder than he is in this shiny brown shirt/leather vest/long hair combo.

I’m getting an uncomfortable vibe about these black characters being written by an artsy white dude, because I don’t know any young black kids who want to hang around with cops and offer up information about who committed a murder in their building. In fact, the way all of the black characters are treated in this film - as liars, criminals, the disingenuous “main stream media,” and thieves - feels rooted in some racist ass bullshit. We see a lot of nuance in our white characters, but even in a film that has, shockingly, more than one key black role, we don’t get that spectrum or nuance.

There is nothing I would love more than to learn that Frank Mackey is 1) gay 2) impotent or 3) both. He’s so disgustingly over-the-top misogynistic, it honestly feels like it should all be a complete act.

I confess I am on the edge of my seat trying to figure out how all these narrative threads tie together. It’s compelling as hell, even though half the time I don’t know why these people are having these long, meandering conversations. The pacing feels so deliberate, like a puzzle coming together. There’s real craftsmanship in how every scene is plotted to feel connected rather than manic or disjointed.

This pharmacist is being unprofessional as hell. Judgy McJudgerson, mind your fucking business, Julianne Moore’s father is dying! [ETA: ope, that’s embarrassing, Earl is actually her husband.]

NO THE DOG IS EATING THE PILLS OH NO VERY CONCERNED ABOUT THE DOG.

I think I knew this, but this soundtrack is fantastic. All Aimee Mann and Supertramp, and Jon Brion’s score is this thrumming, anxious thing full of strings that underscore all these nervous conversations, and then it shifts into these low, mournful horns when things start to take a turn and everyone is reaching their lowest points.

I love this interviewer (April Grace) who is taking Frank (Tom Cruise) to task. I think it’s particularly noteworthy that she is a black woman, because the kind of misogyny Frank peddles is rooted in white supremacy.

Stanley (Jeremy Blackman) is breaking my goddamn heart here. I think he and Phil (PSH) are my favorite characters.

Jim (John C Reilly) is the perfect example of how even a cop with the best intentions, with absolute kindness and love is in heart, is abusing his power and sexually harassing a woman he encountered in the line of duty, who is eager to appease him because she doesn’t want to be charged with a crime. This movie reads a LOT differently than it did in 1999.

I normally really love Julianne Moore, but she is a screeching mess in this. I can’t stop staring at her mouth and all the contortions it makes as she delivers every line in hysterics. She’s one of the few weak spots for me here.

Listening to Frank go on his whole diatribe about what society does to little boys to break them and victimize them HAS to be the source of where Keith Raniere got at least half of his NXIVM bullshit. Like, some of these points are word-for-word.

Also if Frank makes as much money as he seems to, there’s no way he would drive a shitty Saturn sedan.

It feels like the common thread of this movie is everyone is terrible and cheats on their spouses, and you should come clean when you get cancer so you can die peacefully. Weird moral, but ok.

If Jim is a cop, how does he not see that this woman he’s interested in (Melora Walters) is coked out of her mind?

Y’know for being a quiz kid, Donnie (William H. Macy) sure is kinda stupid.

I confess I’m not taking many notes throughout this because I’m just kind of sitting breathlessly still watching all these conversations unfold because I am on the edge of my fucking seat to find out how all this is gonna come together.

Secret MVP of this movie is the mom from A Christmas Story (Melinda Dillon) who is giving the performance of her goddamn life as Jimmy Gator’s wife.

Did I Cry? On the surface it appears ridiculous, but when Tom Cruise is having his breakdown at his dying father’s bedside, I admit, that really got me. If you’ve ever been faced with that kind of hysterical, I-can’t-believe-this-is-happening, it feels like the whole world is ending kind of shock and hurt and anger, that’s what the crying looks like.

Are those......frogs?? That landed on Jim’s car? It’s raining fucking frogs???? OK for those of you sensitive to frog harm, this movie is going to take a real hard left turn for you, because I swear that came out of NOWHERE.

Um.

What.

Pray tell.

The fuck.

The climax of this movie - is when literal frogs rain from the sky.

And we finally got resolution about the dog, and the dog DID die, and I’m pissed about it. It’s offscreen but still.

I'm sorry - I know I’m fixating. But how is it possible that I knew about all the characters performing a sing-along to Aimee Mann’s (excellent) song “Wise Up” but I did NOT know that the climax of the film involves literally thousands of frogs falling to their death from the sky? How is that something that escapes entry into the cultural zeitgeist? I’m with it, you guys. I have been Very Online for over a decade, and before that, I read a lot of Entertainment Weekly, and like it just seems that this is something that pop culture really should have told me.

I think the funniest moment of this movie might be the credits in which I discovered that not only is Luis Guzman playing a man named Luis, he’s actually playing himself. I don’t know why, but I can’t stop laughing about it. That was a 189-minute setup to one dumb punchline.

I think I loved this movie but I don’t quite know. The frog thing really threw me. What I’m taking away from it is that even when it doesn’t feel like it or seem like it, we are all connected to each other, always, in ways we can’t see or know. As Wife astutely pointed out, it’s reminiscent of the pandemic - we’re all in the same storm, but we each have our own boats and our own experiences within that storm. And it’s kind of nice to remember that right now, that connection still exists even when it feels so far away. Just not if you’re a frog I guess, cause they really got the short end of the stick here.

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sourwolfstories · 5 years

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Hey! Can you recommend some long, good fics pls? Thanks!! ☺️

Here are some excellent fics that are all at least 100k words long! Hope you enjoy!!

The ETA From You to Me by Rawren (Deshonanana)

In which Derek drives a tow truck and Stiles is the weekend dispatcher who attempts to woo him with his lack of a brain-to-mouth filter and affinity for run-on sentences.

The Boy and the Beast by Dira Sudis (dsudis)

In which events in Beacon Hills go rather differently from the start, and a Beauty and the Beast (ish) story ensues. (Scott is not a teacup and no one sings about their feelings.)

Cinderstiles by willwork4dean

Stiles comes with the territory.

Anthracite by LupusScintilla (inkandblade)

It’s been a quiet few years, and the McCall Pack has grown and settled. But, when the Hale Pack return to Beacon Hills they find Scott isn’t as welcoming as they had hoped.

Soon they, Stiles, and Lydia, find out that not everything about the McCall Pack is as it has always seemed.

♠

Time Vortex by thedarknovak

High School/Time Travel AU: A recently turned Stiles is swept into a time vortex and ends up in the past, coming across a teenage Derek Hale. Stiles needed to find a way back to the present, but he starts to like it there in the past, with Derek, where he truly gets to know the boy and how he was, before the Hale fire. What will Stiles do about being trapped 10 years in the past?

The Hollow Moon by thepsychicclam

It’s the summer after Stiles’ first year of college, and he’s working a crappy job and dealing with nightmares and anxiety - but he’s okay, he swears. He makes it through most days without too much trouble. Then, a certain werewolf comes back into town. Which Stiles doesn’t care about, nope, not at all.

After two and a half years, Derek returns to Beacon Hills with his small Pack. Though he tried to move on, something just kept drawing him back to Beacon Hills, he’s just not sure what. Now, he figures he can start building something like a life - but he keeps getting distracted by Stiles Stilinski of all people.

Pack Wars by miss_aphelion

Scott liked to call it the Great Pack Divide of 2012.

Derek liked to call Scott an idiot.

(Or the one where Derek kidnaps Stiles to teach Scott a lesson, and ends up learning a few things himself)

Mommy Dearest by BeyondtheKilljoy

Stiles was supposed to be put in weight training, but due to scheduling problems he was dropped into Health. It was fine, really, it was up until the point where Coach assigned the baby project. And the kicker?His partner was the reclusive, intimidating Derek Hale - so it really wasn’t fine anymore; especially with a baby who wouldn’t give him a moment of rest if Hale wasn’t there. However, when the project forces him to get closer to Hale than he would even imagine possible, he learns new things about the Hale family and maybe begins to see Hale in a different light.Even if he’d totally be the mom.

Love Thy Neighbor…He’s Hot by Triangulum

Derek and Laura seriously lucked out with Stiles as their neighbor. Yeah he can be loud, but he keeps it to normal hours, and he brings them food, they have movie nights, he’s so beautiful, and okay, Derek might be pining. The only problem is, Stiles has a girlfriend. And Derek HATES her.

The one where Derek and Laura live next door to Stiles, and Derek has a completely out of control crush. A Sterek as neighbors one shot AU that got wildly out of control.

Home by TheTypewriterGirl

January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father’s death.

The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was.

So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in?

Find It In Our Hearts by Regann

Kate Argent had a lot of secrets, some of which she took to the grave. When one of them shows up on Chris Argent’s doorstep in the form of Kate’s five-year-old daughter, it’s not long before more to come to light – namely, that Kate’s crimes against Derek Hale didn’t begin and end with the murder of his family. It’s no surprise that as soon as Derek learns about his daughter’s existence, he decides that nothing will keep him from claiming the only family he still has in the world. Stiles finds himself firmly in the middle of the Hale-Argent family drama, slowly growing more certain of his feelings for Derek and ever more sure of the inevitable heartbreak they’ll bring.

Put Down in Words by paintedrecs

“Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.”

“I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning.

“This isn’t an actual professor, though,” Stiles insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it.

When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard.

Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.

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Writing Update: 9/16/19

Tech week is behind me and now I’m back to writing again. Sorry to anyone who has tried to reach me or has tagged me over the last week. I’ve been buried in cue sheets and fight calls. :)

Publishing now!

Intercalation (HBO’s Chernobyl): A Valery/Boris/Ulana fix-it fic that picks up immediately after the final scene of the show. Ulana and Boris try to re-balance their lives after Valery is viciously ripped away from them, all the while facing reminder after reminder of the people they were before Chernobyl and the people they had become together while they were there.

Excerpt:

"Professor Legasov," Boris chewed pointedly on the choice of title, earning him another more lingering and quizzical look. He let the formal appellation hang in the air a moment as he stood and refilled both their glasses. "You talked about ionization of the air when you pointed out the glow we saw from the helicopter. But Bryukhanov claimed that it was the Cherenkov Effect causing that glow, which you say is erroneous information that came from Dyatlov. I know what neither of these things are, much less the difference between them, and clearly I should understand it because if I had, I too would have known the reactor was blown open on sight, even if I didn't recognize the graphite in the rubble. So." He paused for a drink. "What causes the Cherenkov Effect? What do you mean when you say the air is being ionized? And why is it one and not the other?"

Valery slowly turned to look at him, sipping at his vodka as he did so. He didn't smile exactly, but it appeared to Boris that he, perhaps, frowned a little less as he addressed him. “Comrade Deputy Chairman Shcherbina," he replied with his own puckish crispness. "That is three questions. Which would you like me to answer first?”

Boris tried not to look too pleased with himself as he topped off both their glasses and returned to the couch. Good. He was playing along. "I suppose whichever you think is best." He replied. "You're the expert here. Not me." His words had bite, but no teeth. Only an amused playfulness, barely veiled as he divested himself of his tie and rolled up the sleeves of his starched white shirt.

Valery lifted a shoulder, the motion barely visible under his baggy suit jacket. “I suppose the best place to start is why Dyatlov had it wrong.”

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Other “Friendship is Unnecessary” fics at various stages:

But Most of All : Based off this post. The rough draft is finished, currently just under the 4k mark. Gonna let it sit a bit before editing. This is a short, upbeat, porny little one-shot of Nat being a shit and teasing Steve. Because honestly… this series needs some levity after what I’ve done in “Stolen Season.” Not sure of an ETA, but soon.

One of Those Things (Prologue): Since I’ve written this beast of a series completely out of order, and thus all my author notes are no doubt VERY confusing, I thought I’d put a short prologue on the front. Just a couple of short scenes to plant some seeds and give an actual starting place to this whole sprawling, intertwining mess, but also to give me a chance to address new readers so my forewords on the rest of the fics don’t seem weird. I’ve got a little more than a thousand words written on it which is probably about a third to half way.

Untitled Pre-War Steve/Bucky and Pre-Avengers Phil/Clint/Natasha: Partially a request from @crazyevildru that I’m toying with. Probably a flashback or a memory. This series really does need more Steve/Bucky, and I feel bad about it. I’m thinking of also adding a prequel/flashback of Clint/Phil/Natasha as well… maybe have the whole thing be a discussion over dinner post-Endgame. Pondering maybe making it over Christmas dinner and publishing during the holidays.

Sweet and Honorable (Title pending): Set post Civil War. Bucky insists on coming with Sam and Natasha to rescue Steve when he gets captured. This is starting to take shape in my head as a sort of work through for some of the issues that get raised in “Echo in my Soul.” Given what we know about the new Black Widow movie, I may hold off on this one for a bit. At least until I can figure out how I’m going to squirm around or ignore the added canon. (can’t wait for that movie BTW)

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Other works coming soon!

Hymn of Acxiom: Scarlet/Vision. It would be post Endgame, with Wanda helping a newly reconstructed Vision who has no memories and no personality without the Mind Stone to network all the pieces and facets of his personality. This is next on the docket after “Intercalation.” I’ve really only just gotten started. Sketching scenes and playing with theme. Don’t expect anything before November.

Untitled Sarge/Melinda May fic: I know. I KNOW! Don’t give me that look. You’re watching the same show I am and you’re seeing what I’m seeing. This shit writes itself. I’ve been sketching on a few things, and now that the season’s wrapped up I have an idea of what I want to do. I might crowbar in a few days just so that I can have some exploration time… sometime between (SPOILERS) May shooting Sarge and them heading for the Temple.

A Maelstrom Whirls Below: I’m toying with the possibility of a sequel to my Darcy/Eddie/Venom fic “A Room for Rent in the Fourth Estate.” A rough outline is in place, and I’m starting to sketch around on a few scenes. But right now it’s just some ideas and a few zippy one-liners. It’s starting to get some traction though! Likely won’t start work in earnest until after all this Chernobyl and Wanda/Vision stuff is done, but I’m definitely letting it percolate.

Hang By Every Word: The outline for my Stucky fic is still coming along but it will be awhile yet before I start writing on it in earnest. The basic theme (and I’m sure this has been done, but fuck it) is the undoing of Bucky’s conditioning one trigger word at a time. And each trigger word locked down a memory that HYDRA deemed integral to Bucky’s personality. And of course… they all involve Steve. So I have to write things from Steve’s point of view, and all ten memories have to be written from Bucky’s point of view, and they have to tie together into a cohesive narrative. The memories are out of order, but Steve’s timeline isn’t and… It’s a challenge. I’m still largely in the brainstorming phase… writing little snippets here and there. Nothing’s solidly taking form just yet. Again… just letting it percolate.

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