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LISTEN. I KNOWWW that the polls haven't even started, but I'm impatient, ok, I'm just putting this out there now cause I can't take it..... anyways - I've seen people do powerpoints as a way to campaign for their blorbos in the various polls that have been going on, so!! I thought I'd do one of my own for the @autismswagsummit ^^ as I simply can't pass on any chance to be brainrotted over this series, it seems...
ID under cut, as it's very long!
[ID: a powerpoint presentation campaigning for Mob from Mob Psycho 100. It's formatted in dark purples and pinks.
The first slide is the titlecard, differing from the main slides by having a pink holographic aura, like the ones from the show, as the background. The text says:
"#MOBSWEEP 2023
Aka why you should vote for Mob in the upcoming autistic swag summit. Please
(JK follow your own heart ^^ but for your consideration:)"
The second slide is titled: "Who is Mob, aka Kageyama Shigeo?" and below the text lists:
"Source: Mob Psycho 100, which is also where Reigen comes from;
The protagonist! Only with background character syndrome (which is why he’s named ‘Mob’ – it’s kinda like naming your protag ‘John Doe’ lol);
A 14 year old with the psychic strength to destroy the world. Which he’s not very happy about actually;
Cause really, he’s just a nice, gentle boy who simply wants to improve and impress his crush by getting swole :) Oh, and he also experiences the horrors. Btw."
On the right of this text, there are two images: One is a zoomed in screenshot of Mob, his face blank and confused, and the other is an official art of the show, depicting Mob in the center, aura glowing, with many of the show's other characters around him, with the show's title at the bottom of the image.
The third slide's title is "Ok but tell me more about the autism", and below, the text says:
"Gladly ^^
Ok, first off – symptoms:
Bad at reading social cues, detecting sarcasm, lies, etc.;
Struggles with recognizing/expressing emotions. Has what could be called psychic meltdowns;
Very honest and blunt, sometimes appearing ‘ruthless’ as a result;
Explicitly low empathy, in that he can’t feel what others are feeling;
Actually very compassionate, and follows a really strict moral code;"
There are no images in this or the next slide.
The fourth slide is a continuation of the previous, with the text being:
"Abnormal reaction to sensations, but instead of overreacting, he underreacts, rarely responding to physical touch and disturbing imagery. Has shown to be at times sensitive to loud sounds, however;
Prefers following a routine. One of his biggest conflicts with Reigen literally arise from the man often calling him out of the blue and making him suddenly adapt, which Mob finds really annoying/upsetting;
Struggles in school. Explicitly bad at math, japanese and PE (really passionate about the latter tho), which could be for a variety of reasons, autism related conditions (like dyscalculia/dyslexia/dyspraxia) being one of them;
Has felt like an outcast for most of his life. Even if he grew up in a pretty loving environment, he recognizes that he is different to others, and people sometimes treat him as such (in a /neg way);
His main arc is about overcoming trauma and… just masking (and how to stop doing it), pretty much, lol."
The fifth slide, in contrast, is mostly just images, placed upon a white background. The title for this one is "Alternatively, just look at him:"
The images, from top to down, and then left to right, are:
Three cropped subtitles out of screenshots of the show, which say:
"I'm sure I just got the wrong idea again. How embarrassing."
"He's detached from urban legends, fads, and other hot topics among people."
"You just can't lie, can you?"
The fourth is a cropped screenshot of Mob's explosion meter. Both in Japanese and English. Specifically, it says: "Progress towards Mob's explosion: 92%". Additionally, there is an annotation above this image, saying: "Literally has a meltdown meter ksfdks"
In-between these and the next column of images, there is also a transparent image of Mob, him standing stiffly, faced towards the camera, his standard, blank expression with a small smile on his face.
The next column of images goes like this:
A screenshot from the show, done in paint on glass, of various kids towering over Mob, who's standing in the middle of the image, small. Their expressions wary, from sneering, to frowning, to looking disgusted. The subtitles at the bottom say, with one part blocked out due to spoilers: "[spoilers] didn't treat me any differently even though I could use psychic powers."
Next two are cropped dialogues as well. They say:
"This version of him was created from being suppressed and locked away."
"Social skills like that are beyond you."
And on the right of the slide is one vertical image, showing one of Mob's books, with the subtitles translating the Japanese title of the book as "The Proper Way of Reading the Room". Next to this one, there is also an annotation, saying: "He has a book on learning social cues :’)" That's all for this slide.
The sixth slide is titled "Is he good rep though?" Text below is:
"Well, to answer the first thing relevant to this question… no, he’s not actually confirmed canon autistic. But c’mon.. it’s so obvious. This kid is not fucking allistic like c’monnnn
Of course, what people consider good and bad rep is gonna vary from person to person. But to explain why a lot of people see him as very positive rep:
"1) He’s the main character, so he gets the most spotlight, and the narrative is formed around his pov, in that we only see things that are relevant to Mob, and visually things are often represented in the way Mob sees them as well (take the body improvement club or Tsubomi, for example), which puts all viewers soundly in his shoes and makes him easy to relate to and sympathize with, and makes it clear how important his emotions and view of things really are;"
On the right of this are 3 images against a white background. The first one is a screenshot of the Body Improvement Club - 5 very buff and large dudes - standing against an explosively red and yellow background, with all of them enthusiastically flexing. The caption below that is "The body improvement club! ...they're supposed to be middle schoolers lol".
The next two, below the first one, are two screenshots of Tsubomi. The one on the left has her smiling, her eyes wide and bright, the background being pastel pinks and yellows. The one on the right, however, has her frowning, the background turned black, her eyes dark and disinterested. The caption below says: "Tsubomi :) And how her design subtly changes alongside Mob’s view of her".
The seventh slide is a continuation of the previous, with the text being:
"2) He’s a very well rounded character, with well thought out strengths, flaws, motives, and his overall story is very cohesive and satisfying;
3) His autistic traits are portrayed neutrally – in both where they help, and where they can cause conflict. It balances between him learning what things he would benefit to address and deal with, and what things he shouldn’t be trying to change at all, and as the whole message of the show emphasizes – he is no more or less special than anyone, no more or less of a person – he is simply human, and his autistic traits are just part of what makes him himself."
This one has images next to it as well. The first one is a screenshot of Reigen looking towards the camera (at an off-screen Mob), hand to his chin, eyebrow raised and smiling, some food crumbs still stuck to his face, as he says: "Today you happened to save some people that only you could have saved." Next to it is the annotation: "Reigen reassuring Mob about how his inability to read the room and feel empathy actually can be a huge benefit sometimes :)"
The next image below is a zoom in of Mob's face, his eyes shadowed by his hair, the scene's lighting dark, as he says: "I'm not being mocked, nor am I easily taken advantage of." The annotation next to this one says "Mob learning to recognize his emotions and assert himself better as the story goes on!"
And the last two images is a screenshotted dialogue, saying "You don't think changing yourself for someone you love is natural?" "I don't. At least, not when we're talking about [spoilers]" (The last bit is blocked out again).
The eight slide is also a continuation. The text says:
"4) He is loved. Loved by his friends, his family, his allies… even most villains come to take a liking to him. In fact, he’s something I haven’t seen many autistic characters be – he’s admired! So many characters, and even viewers of the show I’ve found, really admire him and want to be more like him. And not because he’s a perfect person, or super smart or anything, but because he sincerely tries his best. And I just really appreciate that, personally,,
5) And more than just loved, he is accepted – the whole main arc and the resolution of his story centers around that, around how important it is to feel accepted by the people around you, in all your entirety, no matter how strange or destructive you may feel yourself to be. And how you need to come to accept yourself in the same way as well. I just think that’s a really sweet in a story centering around a neurodivergent person :’)"
And the images next to it are as follows:
A screenshot of dialogue from the show, saying: "At first glance, Mob may seem unreliable, but his strength is undeniable." The annotation clarifies with: "The ‘strength’ in question, in this case, being Mob’s ability to reach out to people ^^";
A screenshot of Teru placed against a blindingly white background, him grinning widely, looking down, eyes shining, as he says: "I knew it, you really are amazing!". Next to him, there is a small caption of "Lol gayass /pos";
And a screenshot of Mob, in the bottom center of the image, small, as he is surrounded by various characters. Most of them are smiling encouragingly, with the ones closest to him, like Reigen, Ritsu, Dimple, Teru and Tsubomi, being bigger and placed in the front. A small caption at the top says: "He has so many friends and allies ueueeueueue.."
The ninth slide is titled "Additionally:" and the text lists:
"Psychic powers as a metaphor for being nd/othered, if that suits your fancy;
His design is iconic and versatile;
The boy has. Issues;;
There are many other characters in mp100 who can be read as autistic. Not a single neurotypical in this show /hj
Mob has more than just autism swag. I’ve seen people with bipolar disorder, ADHD, anxiety and those who are plural (etc.) also relate to him :)
He is simply the Boy ever"
Next to the last line is a small, low quality image of Mob smiling from the manga. The rest of the images, on the right, are:
The meme "I can be your angle....or yuour devil", with images of Mob instead - on the left, him smiling brightly and blushing, placed upon a colorful magenta background, and on the right, a panel from the manga: Mob in one of his explosion states, surrounded by fire, face shadowed, hair pushed back by his powers and waving in the air, and his eyes, wide and eerie, being the only features on his face that are visible.
On the right of these images, there is a smaller one, of Mob in another one of his explosion states (the one from episode 3, season 1 of the anime). He is facing to the side, aura surrounding him, hair pushed back by his powers and his eyes a glower. His pupils are red.
Below these, there are three images of, in order, Serizawa, Tome and Ritsu. Serizawa is sweating, nervous, Tome is sweating even more and yelling into a phone, and Ritsu is simply glaring towards the camera. The annotation pointing to them says: "A few of the other autistic blorbos in question :] (as I personally see them at least)".
And the last is a panel from the manga, of Mob sobbing, tears and drool dripping messily down his face, his hair waving in the air. His expression is somewhat blank despite the clear distress, and the text boxes next to him read: "His tears won't stop. It's an emotion he has never experienced before."
And the tenth, final slide, is formatted the same as the titlecard with the pink aura background, and says:
"Thank you if you got this far <3
Have good days everyones, and remember, the true win for autism is the fun we had along the way :]
Buh bye!! ^_^"
Around this text, there are various images of Mob. Counter clockwise, starting at the left corner:
A low quality screenshot of Mob flying in the air;
Mob, in his puppy hoodie, sweating in distress as he points at a vase;
Mob caught mid smear frame, his leg kicked high in the air as he jumps, his school bag swinging to the side, his expression comically flustered.
A panel from the manga. Mob's eyes are shadowed, chopsticks held to his face, as he stares to the side and says "Tch... Shut up and eat.";
A Mob in an alleyway from the anime, smiling, pointing and looking up and to the left (the center of the slide);
A photo of a Mob plushie tucked into bed;
A low quality screenshot of Mob, standing against a wire fence, facing forwards, his eyes appearing a bit angry due to his hair cowering them.
End ID.]
#autismsummit2023#mob psycho 100#mp100#kageyama shigeo#autism swag summit#tumblr polls#autism#powerpoint presentation#I tried to keep this relatively spoiler free ^^ also feel free to ask me to elaborate on anything in this#trust me im ready to ramble whenever sjdfgsj (bearing in mind that im not busy at least)#though. tbh thats not That much of an excuse bearing in mind that i definitely did this in place of my real responsibilities 😳 oops#can you blame me though. its literally The Autism poll cmon#my own post#described#the id took like 3 hours to write.. ough. desperately hope theres not any mistakes in there
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matt sturniolo x waitress!reader
the two of you probably met because him, nick and chris vlogged a ‘come eat with us’ at the diner where you work.
“hello boys, my name is y/n, i’ll be your server today, what can i get for you?” you voice, making your way out of the kitchen and over to the booth of three boys in your section. “hi, i’ll have the king cosmo special please,” the one sitting by himself speaks. the ‘king cosmo special’ being a meal made in honour of the head chef, whose nickname is cosmo. it’s not really a special, just two fried eggs on two pieces of toast, but cosmo wanted it named after him. “of course, anything for you two?” you ask the two boys sitting opposite him. “yeah, can i get the waffle supreme with extra syrup please,” the boy with the longest hair asks. “mhm, and for you?” you question the final boy, writing down the other two’s orders. “uhm- i’ll have the french toast, please,” he says, quietly. “mhm, is that with raisins or without?” you hum, earning a quick “without, please,” in response. “and what drinks can i get for you guys,” you finally break the eye contact between the quiet boy. “do you have pepsi or coke?” the long hair boy asks. “we have pepsi, is that alright?” you respond, getting an aggressive nod from him back. “okay, pepsi, and for you two?” you gesture between the boy on his own and the quiet boy with your pen. “i’ll get an oreo milkshake, please,” the boy on his own speaks. “oreo milkshake, you get free refills on those by the way,” you tell him. “i’ll take a root beer please,” the quiet boy speaks up. “okie dokie, i’ll bring those out for you now,” you say before turning around and heading back to the kitchen. “alrighty here are you drinks,” you say, placing the tray down and handing the glasses to the boys. “your food will be out soon,” you walk back to the kitchen. soon enough their food is ready for you to take to their table. “so we have the king cosmo special, the waffle supreme and the french toast,” handing them each their plates, you speak. “thank you so much,” the boy on his own tells you. “no, thank you, if you need anything else i’m happy to help,” you smile before winking at the quiet boy and walking away. after they pay the bill, you walk back to find a $50 tip and a phone number written on the bill. you have no idea whose number it is, but you decide to call it anyway. of course, it ends up being the quiet boys number and it turns out he’s not so quiet after all. you stay on the phone with him until your break is over, and call him again when your shift is done. you find out he, matt, and his brothers, nick and chris, are youtubers and have recently moved to la. since then you and matt have been a little more than friends.
he often visits you when you’re working and you two spend your break making out in the back room. you always offer to pay for him, but he always refuses and leaves you a relatively large tip.
he also tries to get nick and chris to vlog there again just so the camera can see you. because of his constant whining nick just ends up inviting you over theirs to be in a vlog. you probably all went thrifting together or something but the fans end up loving you (most of them anyway) and beg for you to come back.
i feel like matt would try befriend your boss so he can convince them to let you have a day off to spend with him (spoiler alert !! it works).
matt also always lets you vent to him whenever you’ve had a long day at work. whether it’s customers being bitchy, you being overworked or even just you spilling coffee on yourself, your boyfriend is always there to comfort you.
he definitely wanted your first date to be at the diner, but thankfully you refused because god knows how weird that would be. he took you to an arcade instead and did in fact win you a waffle plushie to keep.
a/n : this is kinda short but idc i think it’s cute. my first work !! please be nice; feedback is appreciated :) also masterlist coming soon ^w^
#matt sturniolo#matthew sturniolo#matt sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo x you#matt sturniolo fanfic#matt sturniolo fluff#matt sturniolo imagine#sturniolo imagine
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"every major baddie problem in the lmk universe is caused by SWK not dealing with his shit properly"
exept he dealt with all the shit and i'm tired of people ignoring it to paint him as an ignorant, uncaring bastard.
(very very minor s4 spoilers, so the cut)
Demon Bull King? Got his ass whooped and was sealed away for however long years it took for an entire ass megapolis to be built literally on top of him, causing absolutely no trouble to anyone whatsoever. Oh, and what sealed DBK? The staff. And if you'd care to know SWK outside of the LEGOverse, you'd realize how strong was SWK's resolve to seal DBK - keep him relatively safe, one might say - by using his trusty staff. The guy would literally die seven times over than let go of this thing.
Also people like, ignore the fact that canonically SWK stuck around the area (for the most part to stalk MK, but still), so he was literally there to deal with the DBK family if something went southwards? He didn't, because MK was able to hold the staff and the legend of the Monkie Kid then began.
(also zero antagonistic feelings towards DBK from SWK, like, whatsoever. i bet the dude actually wanted DBK to be free, cuz he felt bad abt it)
Macaque? In a morally gray manner, still very dealt with. SWK killed the dude. He was literally as dealt with as it can be. Or what, should SWK have predicted that after thousand upon thousand of years later a spirit (he dealt with too) would pull Mac out of Diyu? Yeah, I'd like to see that thought process.
SWK isn't omnipotent, he isn't even that far-thinking. Never was, actually. So holding that against him is like, very stupid. Especially because you don't do it to any other character in the show.
Spider Queen? Wouldja look at that, also pretty much dealt with. We don't really know how exactly, but we know that she lost literally every ounce of power she had and had to resort to living in the sewers, prolly never to cause troubles ever again because, well, we never even heard of her until the special. SQ was pulled onto the scene by the Lady Bone Demon.
Which is, again, something SWK couldn't predict even if he tried.
And now into the fun part.
Lady Bone Demon? Was sealed away by Tripitaka and also didn't cause any trouble until DBK decided to use this freaky coffin he knew literally zero things about for his plans.
"But he should've killed LBD!!!"
He tried. Believe him he tried. This decision just wasn't his, and if you hold it against him and not Tripitaka, shame on you.
"He should have told the crew about LBD!"
He really couldn't have.
And people thinking that are blatantly ignoring SWK's character. Not that obnoxious fan favorite uncaring bastard one.
SWK deals with things on his own. That is just how he is, how he always was and he never learned to do it the other way around. If that's a fight, he'll do it, because he's damn strong. If it's to scout the mountain, he'll do it, because Bajie is a lazy ass motherfucker. If it's to find food for Trip, he'll do it, cuz he's fast and his eyes are awesome.
Same applies here.
LBD? Tried to kill her and Trip didn't let me -> Basically I didn't do the job right -> WTF I always do my job right, I am Sun Wukong hello???
It was, dare I say, a question to his pride, and SWK will forever be prideful. And when he acts on his pride, he does it with style and flare, in the most stupid way possible.
Hence all of the s2 off-screen investigation arc.
"Well, he should've told about the Samadhi rings!"
It would've endangered Mei, questioned his at this point in time very shaky authority and ability to handle shit, and prolly would've fucked Mei up a very whole lot.
You don't go and say to a person that they are a part of the most dangerous seal in the world and could die and destroy everything they love because you fucked up long time ago (again, very much jabbing at his mentality of 'Sun Wukong can do no bad job, and if he does he'll better fucking die trying to make it right').
Was his plan a shitty one? Obviously. Like, no question asked, it was a shit show of a plan. Very in character, though (SWK handles all the shit because he thinks he can).
And this little character arc of SWK not learning a damn thing results in him, oh golly you would not believe it, running off to do things on his own because he thinks he can handle it, because he's THE Sun Wukong who already handled this in the past.
Who woulda thought.
MINOR S4 SPOILERS START HERE
And the new addition to the baddie group, Azure Lion. Won't be addressing all 'SWK is a betraying bitch' because the show refuses to give us SWK's perspective and I hate it.
But you already know what I will say, because you know the truth. He was dealt with. Got his ass whooped and sealed away in the inky scroll. To be pulled back onto the scene by a third party that Wukong literally couldn't have known about.
See a pattern?
SWK deals with the shit, some unknown variable meddles in it, suddenly SWK is an incapable asshole who left the problems for the poor lmk crew to deal with.
MINOR S4 SPOILERS END HERE
Wukong did his job. Someone fucked him over by undoing his job. He tried to deal with it again the only way he knows how, but the solo play doesn't fly anymore, so he made it kinda worse.
He's not an unbearable, incapable asshole because of it.
And I'm tired of people not seeing this.
Thank you for coming to my TED talk, I am Sun Wukong Apologist till the day I die.
Have a nice day!
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MOVIE EXPLANATIONS/SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT (also all of these movies are on yt for free if you wanna spend like 3-4 hours watching them before choosing)
Reblog for sample size pls!!!
Watership Down is a movie about a group of rabbits who, after one of them gets precognition about something bad happening, decide to run away to find a new warren. The come The Horrors, such as watching rabbits getting mauled by a dog, watching rabbits getting mauled by each other, and rabbits getting suffocated to death but it's animated all Fancy Like.
The film is relatively tame outside of that, the ending is bittersweet with the main character being peacefully carried to the afterlife, but I gotta say if you're going in blind it is WILD.
From the creators of Watership Down, The Plague Dogs follows two, who'd've thought, dogs named Rowf and Snitter as they escape the animal testing facility they were being held in and try to find a new master. The key word here is Try. This is the key word because the Do Not find a master, they do however die. Every main character dies. The movie is about 70% Horrors and 30% "Did You Know Lots Of Humans Are Dicks? You Do Now".
There's even a fake out at the end where you THINK the dogs are gonna be okay, the dogs then proceed to not be okay as the film ends with them treading open water.
Following elderly British couple Hilda and Jim Bloggs, When The Wind Blows is an anti-war emotional piece about a retired couple in the English countryside when an atomic bomb hits. Following government warning leaflets to a T they build a ramshackle indoor shelter out of doors and cushions, but don't really understand the severity of the bomb threat. Further driving home the anti-war theming of the relatively short film, we slowly watch the elderly couple succumb to severe radiation poisoning. Towards the end Jim even tries to make up all sorts of normal reasons for Hilda's symptoms, such as blaming the welts in her skin on varicose veins. Whether this is because he genuinely believes nothing's wrong or to keep Hilda relaxed in her final hours, that's a decision for you to make.
Unlike the last two movies there's no doubt in all our minds that they will both die, but the movie spends it's first half getting us so attached to Hilda and Jim that we forget about that part long enough to make their death absolutely devastating.
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can i ask you to ramble about the artful dodger please?? your gifset is sooo pretty so im curious what its about!
Oh my God, have you come to the right place. There is nothing I would love to do more rn. Okay, so-
The Artful Dodger is basically (pretentious film & tv people are gonna absolutely despise this description) a post-canon/slightly canon divergent fanfiction set in the world of Dickens' Oliver Twist, following Jack Dawkins (The Artful Dodger) 15 years after the events of Oliver Twist.
So, quick recap of Oliver Twist (spoilers, obviously) for anyone who isn't familiar with that story- Oliver is this little orphan kid in England in the 18(30/40s?) << I don't believe the exact date is stated, but it was seemingly contemporary to when Dickens wrote it, which was 1837-1839. Oliver runs away from an orphanage to London and ends up meeting Jack (The Artful Dodger, AKA "Dodger" or "Dodge"), a street kid in London who takes him in. Jack is known as The Artful Dodger because he is particularly talented at pickpocketing/thieving, which is what he and the other kids he lives with do to survive. They are all "looked after" by a character called Fagin, who is basically using this child gang to support himself and his greed (listen, we can talk about Fagin's character in the show vs the books at some point if you want, but I want to keep this section brief), and Jack is the favorite because he is the best. Anyway, stuff happens, Oliver ends up having a long lost inheritance and gets to live a life of wealth, Jack is caught pickpocketing and sent to Australia (at that time a penal colony), Fagin is arrested and hanged.
*This post is relatively spoiler free for the show, but not 100%, since it's impossible to talk about without discussing character's actions, personalities, relationships, etc. However I'm doing my best to avoid any major spoiler plot points.
This show, The Artful Dodger (Hulu/Disney+) picks up 15 years later, with a few small alterations to the Oliver Twist ending. In the canon of this show, Jack was arrested for pickpocketing, but escaped prison, joined the navy, and was taught to be a surgeon. After his time in the navy, he now lives in Australia and is a doctor in a town called Port Victory, but seeing as he is also an escaped convict, he would be hanged if his past were discovered. Fagin (who dies in the original version of Oliver Twist) was spared by Oliver, and has now been sent to Port Victory as a convict. Obviously this will be a problem for Jack, who is hiding his past.
SO, with that out of the way, the premise of the show is basically this-
Jack is now a surgeon trying to live a lawful life, which is disrupted when Fagin arrives in Port Victory and threatens to expose his past and attempts to draw him back into a life of crime. Simultaneously, Jack meets Belle (totally OC for this show), the governor's daughter, who wants to be a surgeon and is willing to go to extreme lengths to get there. Unsurprisingly, Jack and Belle (who are both pretty stubborn and sassy personalities) clash in many ways, but also share common passion & interests, and thus the stage is set for the show.
So you've got two key dynamics to the show- Jack & Fagin, who have a long history (Fagin often tries to claim to be a father figure in Jack's life, which Jack rejects, as Fagin abandoned Jack when he was arrested in order to save himself) and different priorities/agendas, and Jack & Belle, who have just met, and are still trying to figure each other out. They are of very different pasts, class, mindsets/life philosophies, and this dynamic provides a lot of tension/humor/emotion (if your ask is talking about the gifset that I think, then you already know a bit about where this leads).
The show has elements of comedy, adventure, crime, romance, medical drama, etc. There are additional side plots/characters, but Belle, Jack, and Fagin are at the center of it. It's a lot of fun and only 8 eps, so I definitely recommend it to anyone who is interested! TW: blood/surgery shown on screen quite often.
Anyway, on a personal note, this show feels like it was made for me. I had this absolute obsession with The Artful Dodger character as a child; he's one of the first characters I was ever super emotionally attached to, and led to me wanting to write. For this reason, I paid to have an Artful Dodger tattoo designed while I was in college (though I have not gotten it yet, as it's part of a bigger piece that I'm still mentally workshopping) like as a reminder of why I love telling stories. So I was incredibly nervous for this show, since it was touching a character who has been fundamental to my own creative passions, so I am happy to report that it exceeded my expectations. It probably helps that I've been part of the fanfic community for a long time, so seeing "alternate" versions of characters I'm familiar with doesn't faze me too much, and I think all the actors did a great job with their performances/characters.
So if you're still here at the end of my ramblings and you think that the show sounds like a fun time, definitely check it out! I'd be willing to do a more spoilery version of one of these at some point, but I didn't want to get into heavy spoilers in a introductory post.
Thanks for asking!! <33
#the artful dodger#the artful dodger hulu#jack dawkins#belle fox#norbert fagin#ask#answered#text#long post#the artful dodger spoilers#<< but not a lot just like setting the scene (mostly stuff in the trailers)#e rambles#personal
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(Uhhh, spoilers for csm156 I guess)
Everyone and their dog had been debating who it is that's gonna break denji out...
And the common consensus is that it's either Asa/Yoru or Reze.
But I bring you something better...
BOTH OF THEM!
So here's my very serious analysis on why asarezeden might actually be the future!
Arms & shaped fish
The starfish thing has been brought up time and time again. and honestly, I see this moment being an odd but interesting piece of foreshadowing.
Fujimoto loves his parallels, and as of 156, both Asa and Denji have lost a limb from their right side. This could represent their "scales" of morality tipping further in one direction and them having to physically pay the price for it.
I also see the starfish as a bit of a symbol of resilience for Asa. Because currently, she may be the only character that hasn't completely lost it. And this could be cause of her more grey sense of morality. Another animal Asa is heavily associated with is birds. They're shown to haunt her dreams, and Yoru even initially appeared to Asa as a bird. I don't think it's a stretch of the imagination to say that birds are meant to represent freedom here. They are they devices that eventually lead to Asa having a further sense of self, freeing her from the societal constraints that kept her down in the past.
Foreshadowing?
I definitely see this as a defining moment for Yoru. Purely writing wise, it makes sense that this would be an important element to Yoru's character. When introducing new characters to an audience, a character's overall goals are pretty relevant to their place in the story. Yoru's biggest goal is to kill chainsaw man. Who's to say an element of this goal wouldn't include bringing back the nuclear weapons devil? After all, even at the current point of the story, there doesn't seem to be nearly enough fear around War to make Yoru feasibly strong enough to take down Pochita. (don't quote me on that, I'm not a powerscaler) So for her goal to include bringing back a past ally that had proven to be notable enough for Yoru to mention by name, wouldn't be particularly out of left field...
I also wouldn't put it past her to not know/realize the nuclear weapons and bomb devil are the same thing...
An additional point my friend brought up; Yoru may not actually be looking for Chainsaw man here, but the nuclear weapons(Bomb) devil. The likelihood of Reze still being alive but being imprisoned or otherwise under the control of public safety is relatively high. She's a hybrid after all, I don't think a single spear through the chest from Makima would be enough to kill her. So for Yoru to try and continue with her plans of killing Chainsaw man (in this case freeing her ally to help strengthen herself) while being in wider control of Asa's body could also be a possibility.
What's owed
Reze definitely has some guilt around Denji saving her. The cool act she tried to put on afterward was very shittly crafted. You can see the cracks in it as the scene moves forward, and Reze can't exactly keep a straight face. That guilt combined with her later realization that she genuinely did like Denji could make her more inclined to want to help him this time around.
I'd like to see their very opposite personalities clash. Especially now as Asa further learns to let down her emotional walls I think they could learn a lot from each other. I just feel that their dynamic could be so soo deeply interesting.
Also, Reze is seen to yearn for normalcy. She seems to genuinely enjoy the front of a slow-paced life she's put up pre meeting denji. And even in her last panels wishes she had gone to school and had a chance to live a normal life. Although I doubt her entrance into part 2 would be particularly "normal"... I can see her becoming attached to Asa because of her proximity to normality. Despite everything, Asa always seems to be somewhat grounded in reality, and I think that is at least partially because of her being "normal". Even as part two progressed, Asa has still held onto her humanity. And I think that's because her humanity is such a fundamental part of her character. Her "normal teen girl" problems are what lead her to die and become entagled in this in the first place. they’re what continues to bring her down to earth when she needs it.
So it feels natural for Reze to be attracted to Asa...
And her potentially helping Asa could also make a lot of sense...
The meaning of dreams
Denji very very clearly craves intimacy, which usually manifests itself in... not the best ways?
Especially now that Denji has actually experienced various forms of love, he is somewhat more capable of distinguishing the type of love he years for. And with Asa, Denji finally got the semblance of a "normal" romance no matter how awkward it actually was.
Something I find so interesting is the framing of these relationships. Fujimoto is known to constantly make references to movies, and although I haven't exactly gotten to the point of scoring through the pages for any crumb of a rom-com reference, I know a vibe when I sense one. It's so achingly clear that Denji's relationships with Asa and Reze are framed like rom-coms. (Also, his relationship with Makima is partially framed like this, but that's a can of worms I'm not quite ready to open... yet) They have all the elements for it, from meet-cutes to their dates to even their first kisses. The framing of it all is so so abundantly there!
Honestly, the fact that denji wants multiple girlfriends is made reference to on multiple occasions feels like a little much to avoid... it's brought up in some very non comedic moments, which makes me question if this may actually be foreshadowing. It could just be a manifestation of Denji's yearning for romantic love and affection? Or is it the foundations being laid for a future romantic resolution? Could Chainsaw Man be the first mainstream Shonen to end with thruple???
Will this all become invalid once the new chapter comes out?
Probably...
#chainsaw man#csm#csm 156#chainsaw man 156#chainsaw man spoilers#csm spoilers#asa mitaka#csm asa mitaka#csm reze#chainsaw man reze#bomb devil#csm yoru#chainsaw man yoru#war devil#denji#denji hayakawa#csm denji#chainsaw man denji#asadenreze agenda posting#asareze is rotting my brain istg#i also want to mention i started writing almost immediately after i read the last chapter#so its taken me a while to get everything in order for this#i feel like this is also messier than i would've wanted#but it gets the point across..#i think?#asareze#denasareze#asadenreze#denreze#guess who forgot to include some tagss 💀
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Jade Kingdoms lore: the Nightburn's Purge (spoiler-free, but still in depth)
As I'm also a writer, I'm going to dump my Jade Kingdoms lore on my art blog now too. I'd like to have a digital version of my lore book (a hand-written bastard I keep next to my bed in case of fuckshit inspiration coming in while mortals sleep)
CW: domestic abuse, death ahead!!
So. The Nightburn's Purge. A concept from my book's original draft, scrapped for the web novel and first draft of the webcomic. Now assblasting back for the reboot as I'm no longer interested in softening up a story up meant to be viciously heartwrenching and being a personal catharsis to cope with the vile shit I've experienced in my own life.
6000 years ago, the Nightburn Prophet and King Belmont's right-hand man (and lover) at long last succumbed to his Jade Construct. The appearance of the Prophet's Jade Construct shook up the entire South Kingdom with its nefarious time winds tearing apart the living. King Belmont- heartbroken yet still expected to serve his people, morphed into his Vajra Forme, the Golden Jade Dragon and managed to seal the Jade Construct (that did not give its name, remember this part) in a Time Capsule that would eventually erode over time.
But the Jade King would not be given time to mourn his lover. Nor have time to understand the chaos his beloved prophet tried to stop all by himself, yet eventually was killed by that very attempt. His own daughter Suren also exposed a truth her grieving father, as quietly as she could.
And Belmont's grief morphed into blind rancor upon hearing his daughter's pain.
This was supposed to be Belmont's Golden Rule- a safe haven for all to enjoy opulence and prosperity. Everyone within the kingdom was safe, visitors from Humanity's nomadic tribes and the Garuda's caste were all welcome.
So how then did Suren get abused by her own family? How in the world could this have happened?
And Belmont did not explore the why at all. For his eyes flared with rage, and that rage steeped into his veins, muscles and bone. Blood boiled, and his body moved.
Moved to kill.
All. Of. Them.
In a single hour, screams and chaos erupted from the Jade Castle. The Jade Court, Ministers, attendants, Stewards- Belmont hunted them all and murdered them without magic, pathokinesis or even his Vajra Forme. Bare-handed with nothing but relentless rage and physical strength Belmont purged generations from his house.
And then in the throneroom, his daughter, his beloved only child wept and cried stumbling upon a carnage her Vritra eyes had only read about in books of wars long past. Who had done this? This is where these sounds had come from?? Who had done this?!
'My poor daughter.' Belmont must have thought as he for the first time that afternoon raised his hand and charged up pure light energy in it. She could never get past this, not after the terrible trauma she had already experienced at the hands of her relatives (now bleeding out in silver in his golden halls).
"This truly is for the better...my Surentara."
A single flash of light hit Suren right in the back, through her abdomen. And she could not process the fact her life stopped right then and there. As her body dropped to the ground, the last seconds of her life Suren could see behind her her father-
With a Jade Emperor's crown dangling from his other hand, golden energy fading in the other.
Energy she had just seen pierce through her own body.
Her green eyes blinked. Slowly. And dark blue gazed back at the emperor in the next- for a Jade Emperor is a vile being. Singular in absolute power, ruling a neverending era of oppression. Suren remembered those studies.
And so she roared.
Roared as her own Vajra Forme stumbled awake, driven by pure survival instincts- Belmont hastened to get out of the way of the princess' body twisting and turning in not a noble creature, but one of vicious rage and grief. Pitch-black are the Black Jade Dragon's scales, accompanied by a sky-filling mane of thousands of eyes all glaring at its target as it rushes towards the roof and breaks itself free from death and defeat.
And Suren's citizens scream in terror as the sky blackens and openes those same thousands of eyes in the sky, taking away the sun.
#jade kingdoms lore & world-building#personal writing#next lore is a short about where Suren ended up#which is the Blood Sea where she stayed asleep for centuries
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golden
part two - Silver
part three - Black
part four - Green
credence barebone x fem!OC (platonic)
fantastic beasts x hogwarts legacy crossover = au
at the Circus Arcanus, Credence, who's looking for his identity and is trying to free Nagini, is a witness to arrival of a new 'freak'. She's constantly yelling something about poachers, and and revenge, and has strange golden chains on her arms and legs.
warnings: minor SPOILERS for Hogwarts Legacy!!!! mentions of abuse, active abuse, mentions of animal abuse (very light, I hate it), angsty of course, but not too much, violence
author's note: to combine the game and the movie, I had to insert a prophet type of the character, and do the time jump. Let's assume since the character had ancient magic, and is a witch, time is lenient to her. Also, as this is the insert of a game character, I gave her prophetic powers in part, to make it feel more like a reader. idk if it makes sense
word count: 8300
music: mermaid by skott, moon river by audrey hepburn, nature boy acoustic by aurora, hijo de la luna by mecano, la petite mort by coer de pirate
Credence couldn't stand this yelling. When Skender went on whipping another freak, trying to beat obedience into them, the boy with the mop tried to hum under his breath to phase out the noise. All of them were freaks, otherwise, they didn't have names. For the audiences, they had their circus names: the Bonfire Woman, the Wicked Twins, the Snake Woman. None of them ever said these titles out loud, none felt like artists. He, Credence, not being the one on the stage, was less than a freak; he was a nobody. It served him just well at the time. Skender would usually call him 'boy', or 'hey, you'.
There was also a serving house-elf who got the same portion of Skender love as everybody else. He didn't have a name at all, and everybody called him 'elf'.
There was noise. Sometimes his bones would burn, and his joints felt like they were about to be torn out. Credence didn't know whether he was screaming then, or the noise of the circus just became louder.
He only had one thing to do.
Unlike the freaks, he was relatively free to move around, and that and only that helped him to witness a new object being brought. The noise she created was almost insurmountable. Credence hid behind the curtain, his eyelids heavy from the lack of sleep. The smells of the circus were itchy in his nostrils; sweat, wet rags everybody wore, scat, sour smell of rotten food. The smell of burning flesh from the Zouwu cage.
Skender servants were whipping the horses, hurrying with the big cage mounted on the carriage. The girl inside was sputtering curses so quickly Credence couldn't process half of them. She was all golden and young, she looked like a hostage. But she wasn't a freak. Her long braided bronze hair was discheveled, she was definitely a witch. On her wrists, and her feet, there were thin but hot-looking golden chains. As she swirled around in her cage, jumping at the bars like mad, Credence noticed the same type of chain on her neck, locked so tight it must hurt her. Her eyes were bizarre, mad, like she was not all there.
He had the wonderful ability to hide so well Skender couldn't catch him even when he stood next to him behind a shelf with potions and medications. In the commotion of the newcomer, nobody noticed him.
The new freak was kept in a bird-like huge cage that was lowered from the roof of the tent; three people were needed to keep her in place with long poles while the cage was being put in place. Not because she would catch flames or turn into a cougar; but because she was so wild all the time.
The bars of her cage lit red-hot everytime one touched them; it was done not to let her move too much. There was just enough place for her to lay down in fetus position. Credence knew all that because he cleaned, and could hide like a ghost. To kill the time somehow in here, until he could come up with a plan, he hid around the corners, behind the curtains, below the desks, among the empty cages, and listened to everything. He was like a spirit, more than a man; and like an annoying poltergeist, he was treated.
As the dust settled, after her hectic arrival, Skender had the honors of listening to her interminable flow of curses and threats; all too rude and self-confident to Credence's taste. He would cram himself in between the clothing rag and the row of shelves standing behind the tent wall, and peek out with one eye to take a look.
"When I get out, and believe me, I will", she hissed with an accent Credence would place somewhere between Europe and north of England, "you will regret ever seeing me with your two eyes".
Skender laughed, his face almost hidden behind his uncombed, lush beard, his dirty face with little pig eyes glistening with sweat.
"You're now in this cage with the chains, little monster".
She tried to grab onto the bar, and the bar sizzled with the piece of skin from her palm. She yelped with pain and jumped back, cradling her hand. Skender started laughing again. Dull music of bells flowed into the tent in narrow torrents. Her face was almost covered with her hair, but big, golden hoops were glimmering through it in her ears; she looked like a jinn.
The girl crawled back and took the bars with her two hands, as if the scorching iron didn't hurt her at all. The movement was quick, sharp; Skender twitched with his whole body and held his breath for a second. For some time, the only sound in there was the bubbling skin on her hands as she held the bars.
"I will make you eat your own two eyeballs, poacher. Remember that".
Skender grabbed a walking stick placed against a box further away, and took two steps towards the cage. The girl slowly let go of the bars and sat down at the sharp sound of the strike.
"Sit back, and be quiet".
The man left, and Credence stepped deeper into the shadows. As the sound of Skender's steps faded away, he heard the girl moan with pain. He peeked out again: she crouched on the ground, trying not to scream.
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"Mesdames et Messieurs! Come closer, see tonight, at the Circus Arcanus, for your pleasure! The ancient creature of magic! Yes, you heard it right! The old hag looks like a young girl but let it not mislead you! For this creature was caught in the darkest forests of Scotland doing ancient magic!"
The crowd gasped. The girl sat in the middle of the scene, on the ground, seemingly unbothered by the dozens of pairs of eyes watching her. Her gold glimmered in the light of candles.
"These chains on her ankles, her wrists, her neck, and around her waist" - Skender banged his stick on the bars of the stage, and nothing happened. "These chains", he repeated again, louder. Of course, she wouldn't perform for him. Her body was shaking with rage. Skender bared his teeth, motioning to the servants to move into the stage and kick her. Nobody would volunteer. Finally, the house elf stepped into the little arena, trembling with fear.
"The chains you're about to see keep her magic at bay. These mind-boggling locks have been forged by Tubal-cain himself, and present another wonder of the world, recovered five hundred years ago in Jerusalem. Only a fine feature of blacksmith art can really contain power like this".
The elf approached the girl carefully and she lifted her face towards him. Surprisingly, she didn't attack him, but even let him get her up to her feet and lift the hem of her chemise a little, where the chain was seen. Having completed this little task, the elf ran back out of the cage quickly. She stayed standing, observing the audience like a wolf, with no human recognition whatsoever.
How old was she, Credence wondered. And does ancient magic really still exist?
"Now, if you will, ladies and gentlemen, on the sides of the cage, we need a little space", elated Skender continued. The spectators shifted and moved, chattering quietly. On both sides of the scene, two magicians appeared, with their wands ready.
"To prove to you how strong the hag is, we will lit her on fire. And believe me", Skender grinned with his showman's sneer, "no hair on her head will be harmed".
Credence caught himself holding his breath. As the two servants shouted, Incendio!, simultaneously, the long fiery tails flew out of the tips of their wands, rushing towards her. The last the audience saw of her was her unmoving position, her face with absolutely no expression. For several moment, she was burning, standing, like a straw figure they burn at the end of winter. After the fire ceased, the viewers gasped once again: the witch was still there, not a sign of burns on her; her clothes, her hair, her whole body unharmed.
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"The next time you levitate", Skender said. After the show, she was dragged and thrown back to her narrow cage, but didn't lose her spirits. Now was the time for her to laugh.
"Miserable fool. I don't levitate by command".
He waved his fist in the air as if he could do something with it. Credence had witnessed her jump on one of the servants with her feet and her fingers spread, trying to gouge his eyes out. She used no magic, but her anger alone gave her a little headstart.
"You will! You will do as I say".
"It doesn't work like that!" she shouted.
"Next time, you levitate like a fairy, or I will start torturing the elf".
The smile didn't quite leave her face, but her eyes hardened.
"You remember what I told you, Skender? Once I get out of here..."
"It won't happen", Skender spat on the floor in front of him. "You talk big, but you won't get out of the chains. You do as I say, bitch, and stop jumping if you don't want your face burnt like your hands".
Credence later interloped the elf as he was bringing her food, and gave him the ointment, for her palms. It wouldn't rid her of scars at once, but should take away the pain.
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Credence loved no one; Nagini loved him. Because he was braver than he seemed, and cared more than he showed. He was nice to her, he talked to her while everybody else, even the freaks, tried to keep their distance. In this little torture prison, the victims even formed alliances and the closest to Skender, put down the outcasts. Credence was not like them, and he was the only one who treated her with decency.
Only through him did she get any news of, if not the world, but at least the enclosed space of their circus. Who perfromed what, who Skender beat up, who left, who came. About the new freak, the ancient witch, she proposed to get closer to her. Maybe she would help them escape; she clearly desires that. Maybe, if they gave her what she wanted - Skender, - and free her of chains, she would liberate them together with her. Credence agreed, but he didn't know how to handle her.
"Be nice to her, like you are with me", said Nagini. Credence was looking down at his shoes on the dirty floor. He was, in fact, not the best for cleaning.
She did not levitate, the next time. As she said, the owner's requirements were unreasonable. There was no way she would levitate. The next performance was a disaster. She just stood there, disinterested, looking at the people outside like she wanted to crunch on their bones. No matter what Skender did; he poked her with his stick and lambasted her with curses, and screamed at her; she wouldn't leviate. Eventually, the servants were called to repeat the same trick with the fire. Credence asked himself, why she bled when stroke with a slicing curse, but wouldn't burn.
After the show, almost as it ended, he raced through the circus. He didn't know why the witch treated the elf so well, but there was talk of her killing poachers in dozens at a time, before she had been caught. He found the elf in the kitchen, mopping half-heartedly, and, with all the magic he possibly had in him, locked him in a huge locket in his little room at the end of the tent, next to the petty, where he slept. He threw some cheese and bread inside, and swore him to be quiet, and listened, as Skender ravaged through the circus, looking for him. He sat on the locket, shivering. Magically, no less than in a sway of miracle, Skender never made it to his little hole. After several hours of beating, screaming and bludgeoning everyone who crossed his path, Skender finally have gone quiet. Maybe he even left the tent to go to the city and buy a new elf; Credence opened the locket and begged with the elf to stay there for a while. The elf didn't much care and didn't fight back as he shoved him deeper.
She was yelling for Skender. Her voice was shrill and angry and made Credence hold on to his head as he approached her cage. The sharp pain in his temples razored him so deep he couldn't see for several seconds.
He sneaked into the place they were holding her and finally stood in front of the cage and not outside, hiding.
She was sitting with her back to the entrance, cursing.
"You should try to comply", he said, interrupting the torrent of crying.
"You should do what he says, for your own sake, and those around you".
He bowed his head a little out of habit. He was still a little intimidated of her, even though she was in the cage.
The witch turned to him, silenced at once. First, she was frowning, but, as she looked at him, her face lit up with a strange expression. He saw the recognition in her eyes, and it took him by surprise. For some time she was even quiet, and then, in a voice no one has heard her use here before, she called,
"Credence?"
She stood oh ner knees and reached her hand through the bars, careful not to touch them. Credence didn't move, uncertain what it meant.
"You know me?"
"Yes", her hand was reaching for him. The gold bracelet on her thin wrist glimmering. Credence wouldn't budge.
"How do you know my name?"
"It's a long story..." she appeared to be pondering something. Then scowled with horror.
"What year is it?"
She had a very young face; not older than eighteen, maybe. It was difficult to say. Her eyes knew something, there were dark shadows around them. But her face was the face of a maiden. And she asked him what year it was?
"Nineteen twenty seven", he said, observing her. She retreived her hand back, touching her head absently, trying to comb her long hair.
"Oh, no", she looked back at him, "we need to leave this place, Credence".
"Is it true that you have ancient magic? That you're old?" he asked, deciding to leave empty politeness aside.
"Yes, but these chains contain it", she said, looking at her wrists. "This one on the neck barely lets me breathe. And to think that I was back at Hogwarts, poachers' doom! That's what they called me! But I completely lost the track of time. I should've understood, when Dumbledore came to teach... I was away for too long..."
Credence blinked several times, frustrated at her empty muttering.
"How do we get them off?"
For a second she thought, then her face lit up. She was so different, so gentle, Credence noticed, when she wasn't screaming profanities at people.
"You could do it". The way she said it was meaningful.
"You... know what I am?" he asked. Familiar itch in the back of his head made him stoop, trying to contain terror tearing out of him. Suddenly he was expecting a strike, but it didn't come.
"Yes", she said tenderly, like someone who really knew him. Credence made himself look up and examined her face again. He was sure they've never met before.
"How? Is it because you're a... an ancient witch?"
"I am not ancient, Skender just invented it for the sake of effect..." she gasped, "the elf! What is with him? Is he alive??"
Credence watch her almost grab on the hot bars again and hurried to answer,
"I hid him. He's okay".
"Oh, thank you, thank you Credence. How many animals are in this circus?"
"Only Zouwu and a kappu. And, well, the elf", Credence shrugged. It felt secondary to him, but clearly, that's what she was most concerned about. "There also used to be a hippogriff and a couple of half-goblins, but Skender got rid of them".
Credence saw she was about to cry.
"What do you mean, got rid of them?"
He tried to actually pull the memory of them from his head; the months at the circus were blurry, like one big, loud, horrible carnival with constant bashing noise and the mixture of color.
"Look. Will you help us if I release you?"
"Who is with you?"
"A friend. Have you seen the snake woman?"
"Nagini?" she asked. Credence decided not to amaze at her knowing them all. He just nodded.
"We should get her out. And the elf. And kappa, and the Zouwu, very important".
He got agitated at her energy, seeing as the plan was suddenly being pulled at the seams. It wasn't their plan to rescue the whole circus.
"No, listen-"
"Bring me the biggest knife you can find, and a bell, alright?"
Credence listened to the outside, making sure nobody was listening to them like he used to.
"Alright..."
She outstretched her hand again.
"Give me your hand, Credence".
Maybe she was about to read destiny on his palm. He saw the scars on her hand, looking very similar to his own. As he touched her slender hand, he felt the surge of magic, and warmth, at the touch of a human. Strange thoughts howled in his mind. He wanted to slide his fingers up and tear the chain from her wrist away.
"We will get out of here. Believe my rage, friend".
As he returned to Nagini to give her the news, he was still pondering on the touch. It seemed he got a glimpse of what his magic could be; as if he touched something equally strong, and equally dangerous as himself, but more golden.
"The next time she's brought to performance, we escape", he said.
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The circus was readying for the evening show. The fire breather was brushing her hair; she gave Credence a glance of resentment as he passed her room. The twins were arguing about something, and the beasts were nervously pacing in their cages. He was overwhelmed with worry; he was sure the witch was going to complicate everything once she's out. It occurred to him in one of those moments, that he never asked her name; while she knew his and Nagini's. In his mind, she was the golden witch. The hoops in her ears, the bracelets around her wrists, and ankles, and neck, all vaguely symbolic, of what, he didn't know. As they gleamed in the bright candlelight, the flashes were as bright as the sun, almost white and iridescent.
Skender's workers poked her with sticks as she walked calmly towards the arena; she did listen to Credence, and became agreeable, convincing Skender he managed to break her down after all. Nagini had been picking a hole in her own cage, in the narrow, thin bars that kept her even in her snake form. At the right hour, she turned and slid quietly, concealing in the shadows of the drapes, while everybody was busy preparing for the show. The look of her empty room was the signal Credence had been waiting for.
He picked up a kinfe from Skender's empty room - he had been hiding the elf in his room, feeding him; he had to get him on a chain not to let him run back to his master. It was for his own good. He made a mental note to release the elf once the tumult begins. He had gone to see the lock on the Zouwu cage and realized it would be useless to battle with it without magic. The sight of the beast, contained in a small cage, stirred anger in him. He decided that he agreed at least on this with the witch. Zouwu had to be set free.
As she was being led through the corridors, happy Skender walking in front of her, Credence peeked from one of the sections of the tent, sending her a nod. She barely moved her eyes but formed fists of her hands. Credence ran. As he was running, he tore the hat from the clown's head, because it had bells. Nagini sliding beside him, his greatest weapon so far. He sneaked behind the back of the worker, and gave him a jab in the back of the neck. Nagini stroke, and the man fell on the ground.
The fuss began. Skender turned around, alarmed by the shrill scream of pain. Nagini slid between their legs, attacking the next guardian, while the witch kicked the third one. She jumped again - like a monkey, her limbs coarse from all the sitting, and started bashing his head on the ground. The horrified worker screamed. Credence watched as Nagini turned back into human and thought it a mistake; she would be far safer if she just crawled away from the path of the witch to let her deal with Skender. He didn't know why she did that. Behind her back, the witch was making her way towards Credence with her hand outstretched. He ran forward, hanging her the knife. A spell whistled just above her ear, hitting Credence in the shoulder. He caught himself on the wall, sharp pain in his limb crawling down to his fingers. He felt the black whirlwind inside grumbling with rage; he would lose control soon, and then the whole circus, together with his two accomplices would be buried. He clenched his teeth, looked into her eyes. The witch turned around and ducked, missing another spell. She was quite good.
Nagini attacked Skender with nothing but her short, sharp blade; and a green flash lit the narrow corridor for a split second. Credence heard himself scream as Nagini fell. The witch yelped with rage and threw the knife. As Nagini's body hit the ground, the weapon cut the air silently, and lounged in the middle of Skender's chest. He already put up his wand again, but didn't have the chance to yell a curse. The witch followed the knife, a golden lightning, and launched on him as he, too, crashed on the ground.
There were inhuman screams as she bent above him. Credence could feel the salt in his throat, while crawling towards Nagini. She was dead.
"What did I tell you, Skender?"
Skender shrieked with pain as she plunged her sharp fingers in his eyesockets. Then, gurgling sound, in Credence's head it sounded like music. He was half-way turned now, having forgotten about the elf, or anything else, for that matter. The world around him was already in shambles; the other freaks ran towards the noise, and now were scattering in all directions at the sight of what the witch was doing to their master. There was roar, and shrieking, and laughter, and terrified screams; wondering yelling from the spectators already at the arena, waiting for the show that would never begin.
She pulled on his shoulders with force, but was still unable to get him up if he didn't cooperate.
"Credence".
He lifted his eyes on her. Her gold touched her cheeks; long locks flying around her head.
"Please don't come undone; not now. You will kill us all".
He made it to his feet, and only then realized he was clutching her hand. She looked down at Nagini, horrified.
"This wasn't supposed to happen. She was supposed to live... what have I done..."
He bit his lip until his teeth hurt. He split his lip in two.
"Skender killed her".
She pleaded with him to go release the animals. The circus workers were already gathering, unsure what to do. There was no explicit need to fight them for they were unguided without the showman who was now lying on the ground, with his squelched eyes in his open mouth. Credence looked at her hands, covered in blood.
"I'll release the elf".
"Wait", she ran back to the body and recovered Skender's wand.
"I can't do any magic at all, but you can".
"I've never had a wand in my life", Credence mumbled. Her face was in front of him, her hands took his head, covering his ears.
"Magic is in you. You're a natural. You can do a simple Alohomora. Meet me at the Zouwu cage outside".
Credence thought of taking Nagini with them, but couldn't think of any possible way to carry her. The best he could do was, taking her to his hole - yes, it was tiny, and smelly. But he slept there, and there was no other remotely acceptable place for her. Feeling his face twitching with crying, he put her into his bed and touched her face.
He then cut the chains off the elf.
"I'll tell master Skender!" he yelled.
"Skender's dead. The witch killed him", Credence replied coldly, "you can come with us if you want".
The elf glanced at the body in his bed and shook his head. Then he walked slowly away, and Credence followed him into the corridor. As he walked, he watched the ravaged rooms and freaks running away. Kappa's aquarium was now empty; his travelling water bag was gone together with him. As Credence turned to exit the tent, he found the river vampire sitting on Skender's chest and sucking the blood out of a big cut on his face. Credence slithered between them and the wall and ran outside.
The witch was standing next to the cage of Zouwu. It was visibly nervous. The cage wasn't even big enough to pace, so it just rocked from side to side, puffing. Some servants were also outside, trying to get her with spells, but she was hiding behind the stands with colorful costumes.
Credence looked at the wand in his hand and realized he didn't know any offense spells. When he heard someone use them, he didn't pay attention, not even a thought in his head that he, one day, would wield a wand. The flashes were raining on the side of the tent, trying to get her, as she crouched on the ground, yelling at them. It seemed, she had lost her mind completely and was just trying to defeat them with verbal damnations. Credence pointed Skender's wand towards two men and thought, 'go away'.
A powerful surge of air picked up the rags, clothes and garbage from the ground, eventually reaching them. It held them in the air like toys, and then they were pulled with force, thrown away, against the nearby market buildings, like glass figurines. The other two made themselves scarce instantly.
The witch reappeared, a bit dowdyish but in one piece, and, suddenly, there was a big, big smile on her face, making her look like a girl again. She gave him two thumbs up. Credence swayed and ran towards the cage. There was a crowd gathering on the square already; people were concerned, someone yelled something about the aurors.
He ordered, Alohomora!, and the lock cracked, and fell from the bars. The witch made him step back as she opened the door and let the beast out.
"Where's the bell?"
He pulled the clown's hat from behind his belt and handed it to her.
She shook the hat in front of the huge beast. It was big, like all the circus itself; bright-red and fiery yellow, it had two gigantic amber eyes that now followed the tiny clown bell attentively.
"Get his collar off", she whispered. Credence didn't even register it until she pushed him lightly on the shoulder. She continued to shake the bell in front of the monster; Credence was getting angry. He wasn't some spell-ready machine, he didn't know how to get the collar off without hurting the Zouwu. He voiced that.
"Credence", she said assertively, tugging on his collar. Finally, a gesture familiar to him, brought him back to his senses. "Credence, my friend, listen to me. Focus on the collar, and say Evanesco. Can you do that?"
He stummered.
"I-I guess".
"Go on my boy. There are people gathering already, and soon, the people of Ministry will be here, and I don't trust them much".
He pointed his wand at the tight iron collar, barely visible in the beast's lush orange fur.
"Evanesco!"
Instead of quietly vanishing, the collar first narrowed, choking the Zouwu, and then broadened, and exploded.
The beast roared and moved its enourmous body in all directions. People around them shouted and rushed away, but Credence decided to fix it immediately. He tugged on the creature's fur, trying to run behind its moving face. He could hear the witch calling his name, and the sound of bells. A strong push bounced off of his hurt shoulder, and Credence was in the air for a couple of seconds. The Zouwu, and the square, turned upside down, and he crashed onto a pile of rags at the circus entrance. As the whistling in his ears calmed down, he regrouped, and saw the witch trying to calm the beast down. She was just like a little squirrel in front of its face. It didn't pay attention to bells anymore, it was snapping its huge jaws, trying to swallow her.
He couldn't control the obscurial anymore. He could feel, rather than understand, as it lifted him up, tearing his body apart. Black smoke lifted him above the ground and pulled forward, towards her. He only just managed to catch her reaching hand as he soared up, into the sky, losing his consciousness in the roaring vortex of the wind.
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When he woke up, the freshness of the air almost lulled him back to sleep. He saw the stars, glimmering silver, winking at him. The smell of fire near him made his stomach suck its guts with hunger.
He sat up, trying to adjust his eyes to the dark, and the fire, scared. Has he killed her?
"Good evening", he heard. She sat on the other side of the bonfire, comfortably leaned against a stack of hay. Credence looked around. They were far away from Paris; the spaciousness around, and the quiet of the night told him they were outside of the city.
Her face was only lit by the bonfire, and she looked like a fiery ghost.
"How long have I been out?" he asked, his voice rusty.
"Oh, not much. Maybe an hour. You're strong", she said, with a hint of strange admiration in her voice. She was pulling her hair, playing with it, finally relaxed. It was obvious she had been preoccupied.
"I- I never asked your name", Credence said.
"Orlaith Peverell", she replied, simply.
"Oh".
She grinned.
"Did you expect something else?"
He was embarrassed at his reaction.
"No, I just... just thought about you as 'the witch'", he said, bowing his head.
"Oohh, I like it. The Witch. The poachers used to call me the Cutter, but the Witch is much more noble and insidious, I think".
Across the fire, her smile glistened like lightning.
"The Cutter?" he wondered.
"I used to use Sectumsempra on them", she motioned in the air, as if she was slicing the fire diagonally. "It's a slicing curse. It opens up numerous little cuts on the body of the enemy. With time, I mastered it so well I could chop them into pieces with one spell".
"Why did you hunt... the poachers?"
"Yes. Well, when I was at Hogwarts, the Forest was swarming with them. I would walk through it to meet my peers, and there would be voices in the woods. I decided to clean the forest. You should've seen what they did to the animals they caught", her face changed into the grimace of hatred.
"And how did you get caught?" Credence felt like he was treading on top of a thread, asking her further, as if she could snap. He rubbed his neck which was a little sore after turning. In fact, he realized, his whole body ached, but now it was this warm ache of relaxing muscles.
"Oh, it was so simple. I was not being careful. Dumbledore told me to be discreet, but I was so arrogant. I have ancient magic, Credence. I could turn the earth. I could move mountains, almost. I thought I could take on twenty, thirty men at once. And I could. But, well, I hunted poachers, and they knew the strings to pull. They caught me up in between two flames. They said they wanted to put me in chains and one of them, he held this baby deer in his hands, threatening to slice its throat".
Credence frowned,
"Not even a magic beast?"
"Does it make any difference? As I let them put the chains on me, they let it go. I didn't know these were so powerful", she tugged on her wrist. "Can you try to take them off?"
She was, herself, like a magical chained beast.
He shook his head.
"If I tear them off, I tear you apart with them".
"I am useless", she sighed. "If I weren't useless, Nagini wouldn't have died. This wasn't her fate. She was supposed to live on".
Credence felt the knot in his chest, and concealed his face for a moment.
"Who will take her place now?" she mused quietly.
"What do you mean?"
Orlaith gave him a look of significance, as if she was seeing him for the first time. She even stood up and circled the bonfire to sit next to him.
"How are you after the flight?"
He was taken by surprise by her question. Very rarely, maybe once or twice in his life, has somebody asked him how he was. How he felt, whether he hurt. She was visibly unsure whether to touch him or not, and halfway through, Credence wished she did. She touched his hand quickly.
"I'm alright".
"Can I see your arms?"
A vomit-inducing feeling snaked into his stomach. No way, there are these cracks on his skin, through which the black core is seen. His core. He was dying.
He shook his head slowly and moved away a little.
"I asked you", he repeated, a bit colder, "what you were talking about, about the fate".
She sighed and turned towards the fire. Only now Credence noticed that the witch wasn't wearing any shoes. Her feet must be hurting.
"I know things. Like, your name, and what you are. And I know some of the future, although it's uneven. I can't tell you everything now, it's too sad for me. But... I know that, because I was there at the circus, Nagini died".
He was trying to place this kind of magical ability somewhere on the spectrum of what he knew.
"Are you clairvoyant?"
"Not quite. I just... know how the story goes. It's rather useless now, because I've already been changing the course of time. It seems I've bothered everything".
"Do you know who my mother is?" he asked quickly.
Orlaith was expecting this question. Her voice was filled with sorrow,
"No, I'm sorry. I know that you are an obscurial. Or, rather, there is an obscurial inside you. But your family..." she narrowed her eyes.
"You know, I can tell you this. You are the first - and the only - person in the history who hasn't only survived the first years with obscurial, but lived to see adulthood. You know what that means?"
Credence was silent, thinking, how many times he has reflected upon that. It wasn't something to be proud of, or amazed. Clearly, Orlaith thought that. That he was that special, strong, chosen one. She looked at him like that; like he was something.
"Come on, Credence".
"I don't know. I've thought about it. I can contain it now, control it a little. But I don't know what it means".
She rubbed her foot unconstrainedly. The chain on her ankle winked at him.
"I think... well. When you think about it like that... you must really be very strong to fight and even tame an obscurial like that, for so long. You must have some very old blood. Maybe you're one of the very powerful trees, Credence. I've only heard of several warlocks who could theoretically have that much of magical control".
"What's it good for?"
"It narrows the search greatly".
He shook himself up. Cope, he thought. She makes a lot of sense.
"And... who do you think..."
"I don't know American wizard families, I'm sorry. See", an upset laughter shook her body, "I know so many things, but none of them are useful for you".
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In the morning the first light woke him up. A foggy new day was rising above the countryside; Credence had no idea where they were. Chances were, he would need to turn and fly again, only to find out where to move on. While Orlaith slept, snuggled in the hay, he went searching for any houses at all; clutching Skender's wand, he was ready to use it to get some food for breakfast, and shoes, for her.
The remnants of a village were situated not far away, but no people. There was no food; he only found a couple of old, shattered houses, and a big, empty barn. Inside, he found a pair of beaten down boots, small enough for her feet. And a little brown chick, no bigger than a sparrow, peeping softly. He picked up the baby bird in his hand, feeling strangely hollow.
"There aren't even any scraps to give you, little one", he murmured. Together, a chick on his palm, and boots in his hand, they walked across the huge barn. He did manage to find a very old, half-empty bag of crops; but no human food.
As he came back, the witch was already awake, sitting there at the cold bonfire, like someone struck her on her head.
"Sorry, I'm not an early bird", she greeted him. He showed her the shoes, and the chick he found, sure she would love her.
Orlaith was amazed at the little baby like it was the most fantastic thing she'd ever seen in her life. She let it sit on the skirt of her dress, and then handed it back to Credence.
"I think she likes you more".
She was very grateful for the boots, too. Although they were still slightly big for her, she put them on at once, smiling.
The question of breakfast never came up. As they started discussing what to do next, it turned out they had very different plans of action.
"We need to go back to Paris and somehow hop on a train to London. From there, we-"
"No", Credence refused, "I have an address. There is a chance it's my mother's place. That's why I came to Paris in the first place. I have information. I need to go see her".
Orlaith shook her head assertively.
"No, Grinderlwald is looking for you. You won'd find anything in France, Credence. Your best chance is with Dumbledore. We need to seek him. Him, or Newt".
Just the name he recognized stopped him from shaking with anger.
"Newt? Scamander?"
"Yes, you've met him. He has connection to Dumbledore. He'll help you. At Hogwarts, with Albus, you'll be safe".
"I don't need to be safe. I'm looking for my parents", he pressed. Orlaith looked at him with her almost golden eyes. In the light of day she looked more tired, but still mysterious, sparkling. Like a fairy. It was a surprise she couldn't actually levitate; with all her wavy hair, and long dress, and round rings. She was all the light Credence lacked, in his appearance. He knew he was black, bloody and heavy.
"If Grindelwald gets you, you may get the answers, but then you'll die".
"That's what I want".
She stood up, towering above him. Credence was forced to look up upon her. Her face was concerned, unreadable otherwise.
"Don't say that again, Credence", she said quietly. "You will have a better life, without this curse. You will heal, and with healing, you will cast the obscurial out. Hasn't Nagini ever told you it doesn't matter what you were born?"
The sound of her name made him jump out.
"Don't use her like that".
"She was right", Orlaith continued, "you will find your family, but you shall find them not through the alliance with Gellert Grindelwald".
"Is that also a story you know?" he asked with his fists clenched.
"I'm much like you, but my destiny was more gentle with me. I don't know why I have ancient magic; my name only gives me so much to ponder on. But it doesn't matter how I came here, who sent me, why I know what's going to happen. I learnt to control it, it doesn't matter to me anymore. What matters to me is to keep the people I love, safe".
Credence turned away, away from her gaze, that made his spine twitch. He ignored the word she said, it didn't apply to him. Obviosuly didn't apply.
"I thought you only cared about animals".
He heard her chuckle. Her hand laid on his shoulder, and he felt the magic again. They were like two parts of a mechanism, vibrating off of each other. Two sources of infinite magic. It was surprising she didn't feel that, or didn't show. He put the little chick into his pocket.
"I need to go back to Hogwarts. They must be looking for me. They're looking for you, too".
"You go then". Credence hadn't mentioned still that he had no idea what 'Hogwarts' was.
"You don't understand..."
Credence turned back to her and clutched her narrow shoulders. He hadn't touched anyone in years, at all. He could feel the bones under his fingers, and her flesh, warm. He could almost feel her bloodflow, that's how vivid it was. And her slightly open mouth, her flaring nostrils, and her golden earrings, all of it, opened up a gap he didn't know existed in the world. Connection to someone else. She didn't retaliate, didn't scream at him; she didn't get angry or scared. The obscurial inside of him lingered obediently without raising its head. He let go of her, ashamed.
"You don't understand", he managed to utter, "I've been living, without a name, for twenty-seven years. I don't know anything about Grindelwald, and I don't think I care. I can't care".
She put her hands up, with her palms, scarred but much, much healthier than before the ointment; she never got to know that it had been Credence who sent it to her. The elf didn't actually like her that much at all.
She didn't get the chance to say anything, as her eyes enlarged with fear.
The sound of the wind was too swift behind his back, and the smell of someone's presence hit his nose.
Orlaith clutched his shoulder, digging her nails into his flesh, right where the spell hit him yesterday. She held him like she wouldn't let go even if they chopped off her arm. He stood next to her, looking at one man, who had apparated silently and was waiting for their attention.
How much had he heard? Shouldn't be too much, since Orlaith noticed him almost at once. But what if he had been creeping before?
His white face, a face of an old falcon with one glass eye, observed them with quiet contentment.
"My boy", he said softly. His skin crawled. He remembered this person, from before. His suggestive hands on Credence's neck, not warm, but dry and cool, the need to freeze and just comply that always overcame him when this man was beside him. Even when he looked different, Credence was awashed with the sense of importance, and doom, and inevitability. He did care, he thought, deciding the things were much simpler a second ago. Seeing Grindelwald quietly eyeing Orlaith, as he was ruminating. He now got the idea of urgency all of a sudden. A person like this, who had manipulated him to find an obscurial, only to use it, like a weapon. If he got a creature that wielded ancient magic into his arsenal, there would be horrifying things happening.
Her voice echoed strangely in his head. Sure, she would have these chains broken, but then she'll die.
Orlaith just clung onto his shoulder, trying to shove him behind, as the wizard examined them.
"Finally, I found you. Good that you're spending time outside of the city, Paris is so dirty. Who is your friend?"
"She's a freak from the circus. We escaped yesterday", Credence said, which came as a shock to himself. Without a stutter. He knew he could destroy Grindelwald if he really wanted. If he had time to practice, to use this creature inside of him. If he really tried.
As the wizard made a polite step forward, Orlaith barked,
"Don't touch him!"
Gellert's mouth formed an 'oh'. He was entertained.
"A freak, from the circus? And what little tricks do you do, mademoiselle?"
She was about to open her dirty mouth and flood him with everything she could come up with, but Credence took her hand and pulled it away from his shoulder.
"Nothing. She could barely levitate. Why are you here?"
"I have come for you, Credence", Grindelwald cooed quietly, his eyes still on the witch. Credence saw how the old wizard was contemplating her golden collar.
"Or should I take her, as well?"
Orlaith tried to grab him again, but Credence shook her off. He didn't even have space to give her a look.
"You need me? Let's go", he said.
"Credence!"
He closed his eyes and formed a storm. In a second, he turned, letting the obscurial out, and it was so easy, almost painless this time. Encircling her, sheltering her from the wizard, he whispered, hoping that she would hear,
"He can't know what you are".
He couldn't see her face, engulfed in the black and orange vortex of himself. The fractions of his soul were tearing at his eyes, ice cold. Then he moved towards Grindelwald where he knew the man was standing, and they flew, together, like two black swarms, towards the skies.
She kept calling his name.
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Dumbledore was most puzzled, happy, relieved and worried all at the same time. She begged him to go at once, but the blood pact weighed on him. As he worked on the chains, he was thinking.
"You know, Orlaith", he said, musingly, "that chick Credence found in the barn. What was it like again?"
The chains were almost choking her now. In presence of someone who could break them, they started killing her slowly, squeezing her throat.
"Well", she hissed, "it was small. Smaller than a chicken baby. Dark brown, with some spots. Interesting, green eyes, very uneven green".
"And the spots - golden?"
Something snapped. Orlaith already thought it was her own artery. The lack of oxygen made her dizzy, two Dumbledores floating in front of her. As she saw one golden little snake on the floor, she took a deep breath of air.
Albus was shaking his hand, like it burnt.
"Yes, pale golden", she said, touching her neck and feeling a scar with her fingers. "Why?"
The next chain, feeling its sister defeated, started crushing her ribs, and Professor rushed to disenchant it.
"Um... well... I'm thinking. You're right about Credence being uncharacteristically strong to whithstand an obscurial for so many years and even stay sane. It does mean very old and powerful blood".
"Don't tell me he's a Peverell", she squealed. One of her ribs cracked, and Dumbledore cursed the chain several times.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow ow ow ow!"
Finally, it fell down, as well. She could feel magic running through her veins, bright purple, and blue, and red. All her body was shot through with the warmth of it - a feeling she hadn't appreciated before. Albus mended her rib.
"Why?" there was a curious smile on Dumbledore's face.
"Why what?" she panted.
"Not a Peverell", Albus smiled wider.
"Oh, you know. Wouldn't want to find out that I fell for my cousin".
He was gentle with her wrist chains, smirking.
"Oh, no. See, I think this wasn't a usual chick. I'm not sure though - but", it was obvious Albus was uncertain. He gave her a long look.
He was fussing with the third chain, muttering.
"What was it then?"
"If it has pale golden spots, and unevenly green eyes, it might just be a phoenix, and coincidentally, my brother had confided in me, not earlier than three months ago, that he had had a son".
Orlaith let the magic shoot down her limbs, busking in its welcoming tingle. The rest of the chains broke and fell off her. Dumbledore stood up, content that he had no need to kneel down now.
"Professor, you think he's a Dumbledore?"
"Not sure, but he might be. He's the right age. And you can stop calling me Professor".
She looked outside, where spring light glinted on the surface of the great lake. How the boy would have loved the sight of these peaceful mountains.
"My brother met this muggle-born girl in summer of 1899. He only decided to tell me now, because, well, Fawkes left him, all the while Newt brought news of an orphaned boy with obscurial. You know there had already been an obscurial in our family".
She nodded.
"And Aberfot thinks his son ended up in America? How did he become orphaned if he has a living father? How did you not know of his existence these twenty-seven years?"
He laid his firm but reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"All of those are good questions, Orlaith. But do answers really matter right now? If Aurelius Dumbledore is in Grindelwald's hands, we should throw all forces to get him out".
She nodded again, now, in agreement. She rememebered Credence wasn't big on all this philosophy. Aurelius wasn't.
"He only went because he was afraid that Grindelwald will figure out I have ancient magic".
Behind her, Albus sighed with his kind, wise sigh, and it sounded like a smile. Aurelius, she thought. Golden, like her.
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I feel like the CoD writers gave each of these characters a tragic backstory. Are there any characters in CoD who don’t have a tragic backstory?
The MC’s parents are dead. We learned this in the prologue.
I’m going to list off the characters and the tragic backstories so if you’re new to CoD/haven’t read a consort path yet and don’t want spoilers then stop here. If you’re new and love spoilers then click keep reading.
Guy Avari’s mother is dead. His step mother wants him dead and hired an assassin to assassinate him but she failed.
Lynt’s father had him betrothed as a child to be in an arranged marriage when he was an adult. Lynt didn’t protest this or try to do anything to stop it though, unless he meets and likes the MC. Edit: His grandfather who was who he was closest to, his favorite relative, is dead.
Fenn was neglected by his parents as a child, was in a terrible relationship with his nanny who became his ex and step mom. It’s super weird his nanny dated him and then left him to marry his dad. Then she tried to assassinate Fenn’s mom and the other Luxure Queens so she was sentenced to death.
Toa’s father was cold, strict, and emotionally neglectful to him and put pressure on him to compete with Guy. His sisters were emotionally abusive and physically abusive (the hair pulling) to him. Also since his father was in the running for the Grand Prix in MakaNai as a new datable consort path option does that implies Toa’s mother might be dead, or is there polygamy in Quelsum like Luxure has? I have yet read Toa’s book 2 in MakaNai so maybe that has more info on this?
Roy has the pressure on him to be a prince and one day rule a kingdom, but so do the other crown princes.
Rio doesn’t have as much magical talent as the other crown princes and he doesn’t know how to use Ancient Magic so he tries really hard to improve his swordsmanship to overcompensate for it.
Grayson’s uncle who he looked up to like a father died. Grayson’s friend Joel became a mercenary and then tried to murder him.
Jasper almost died when he tried to defend Guy from an assassination attempt so to keep him alive Guy and Jasper preformed illegal magic to like tie Jasper’s life force to Guy with what CoD called servile magic. So if anyone successfully kills Guy then Jasper’s life force he got from Guy will go back to Guy and Jasper will die in place of him.
Knight is an orphan from the slums of Quelsum. He doesn’t know who his parents are. He has a magic gem imbedded into his chest by someone that stunted his growth and magical ability. He doesn’t know who put it there and only the person who put it in can take it out.
Tino is the son of the head of the Maes family who serves directly under the king of Akedia so ever since Tino was born he’s had expectations and pressure put onto him to become the next head of the Maes family and directly serve the next king of Akedia. Tino’s cousin Daan was emotionally and physically abusive to him as a child/when they were growing up.
Lance’s mother is dead. His father wants to start a war between the kingdoms and wants to murder people. Lance’s best friend is dead and Lance blames himself for this.
Dia’s adoptive mother used him and his talent for singing for her own gain. She’s abusive.
Lou doesn’t remember or know who his parents are or were. It’s implied the Iritum organization may have killed them.
To answer the question at the beginning of this post Lynt, Roy, and Rio are the only ones who don’t have a tragic backstory, or much of one.
If there’s anything I forgot feel free to say it in the comments and I can edit and add to this.
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When you catch things months later...
Warning - Spoilers: for the tv show Kinnporsche, and for the Book Childhoods End
I was watching KinnPorsche and got to the scene in episode 11 when Vegas was reading on the patio, and wondered why they had him reading "Childhoods End" by Arthur C. Clark.
I mean, I applaud his taste in literature (SciFi is always a good choice, especially very good SciFi), but why it specifically?
So I gave it good long thought, and I think I understand now.
Childhoods End is a story about transformation into something new, into a peaceful and cohesive unit with others, at the cost of your past existence and individuality. The individuals transform in the end of conflict, with some in their group choosing instead to perish rather than transform. They are also helped along the way by a companion guide species, one that looks like one thing but is truly another, a group who can accompany them but are not a part of them, and who can only watch the final transformation from a distance and hope for the best.
The book, in essence, is the map of Vegas's path forward.
Whatever shall Vegas do? Lets contemplate it for a moment… (Feel free to ruminate over how much Kun sucks while you're at it.)
Vegas is currently the heir of the Minor Family, and thus an important figure in what is pretty much declared as the "lesser" of the two families. He's always the runner-up. This drives him to increasingly dangerous and ill-thought-out plans that inevitably fall flat. He could, if he tried working together with the Major Family (and they trusted him a little) do great things, but as it stands, neither side is willing to give in and take the first step. For peace and greater social standing of all, a guide will need to help. One that looks like one type, but is another entirely inside, one both sides can trust.
And what do you know? We have one!
Pete -
Main Head Bodyguard to the Main Family (so, trustworthy to the Main Family while not actually being a member of the Main Family),
rumored hidden Masochist (there's the looks-like-one-thing/is-another-inside), and
Vegas's past punch dummy/future cuddle buddy (thus, trustworthy to Vegas).
He'll fit the job.
The final episode mirrors aspects of the book plot, in fact. In both, conflicts between the separate parts of the transforming group (the raid in Kinnporsche, the separation of the transforming children from the rest of humanity in Childhoods End) results in the death of some of the group (Kun and the parents/citizens of New Athens, respectively), while the separated observer (Vegas and Jan Rodricks) are counseled on the sidelines by the Guardian.
In both, the Observer eventually decides to try to go along with their respective transformed group, no longer individually important but at relative peace and within the larger group collective, in order to keep what they have left.
Barring some unexpected sudden-onset lead poisoning, of course.
Luckily for us, for Vegas, and for Pete, this is where the similarity ends. Instead of watching as Earth and the Observer dissolve and transform out of their future reach before leaving to return home like Overlords in Childhood's End, Pete ends the show sitting on the bed and in physical contact with Vegas, with the promise of a potential future together.
Good thing, too, as Vegas and Pete deserve a break.
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as said before, under a cut to help reduce spoilers out in the open! please note that i will abbreviate aaarrrgghh!!'s name to just argh since that's a lot to type every time
archie tells claire that jim's hurt. claire tells archie to let them know to keep jim safe. (as if they wouldnt do that anyway without being told???)
argh and toby attempt to slow down the train. argh can't stop it alone - it's too fast for him to. toby tries to use his warhammer to slow the train down, again, this results in things not being slow enough either.
archie warns that 'we are all going to die', with the train running out of track, and unable to make the upcoming turn. claire, nari and douxie all continue to fight. douxie gets blown from skrael's attack onto the seats to see out the window. there's only a short distance left before the train derails.
it goes off the rails, argh holding on to the front to keep toby from flying out.
in the short period of time that they have, douxie manages to cast a spell using his gauntlet to build a track for the train out of magic, (does this alter the physical rail?) which does end up crashing into a promotional display for the gun robot movie that's releasing. kids cry at the beheading of a beloved character.
i'd hate to live in this city. the tax payer dollars? oof. the train continues to tear up the sidewalk / other pavement before finally coming to a stop. they end up just avoiding crashing into a convenience store. as a gag, argh's presence has the doors open, and customers flee.
douxie is seen emerging from the wreck, looking for nari. an observer calls out that they're wearing costumes. toby and argh look relatively unharmed otherwise, and claire and nari limp out together. belroc also emerges, likely unharmed from the conflict. skrael freezes argh and toby in place.
claire tries to put herself between nari and skrael, and is easily swept aside into the trainwreck. bellroc starts pulling nari away, nari attempts to use the potted plant she's been carrying to hold on, but bellroc burns away the grown stem and roots. douxie tries to catch her and pull her back, but bellroc is too strong. he tries to get claire to shadow portal nari out of the conflict. claire's got no magic juiddce left. she's unable to teleport nari out, due to either not having an emotional anchor to get nari out, or she's too exhausted / otherwise unable to perform the needed spells.
onlookers start crowding her, filming claire or other parts of the disaster. they're only getting in the way, and could be harmed. and unfortunately, bellroc takes the chance to surround the civilians with fire, distracting claire from her attempts to get nari out of there.
skrael threatens nari and douxie to let go, or the humans they have surrounded will die & skrael will kill argh and toby. skrael covers argh and toby in ice, argh looking increasingly more panicked. toby tells him to hang on. the fire's circle becomes increasingly smaller. archie calls for douxie to let go. douxie will not. douxie continues to try and hold on. at the last second, he declares they can take him. the resulting spell has their eyes light up in the other's colour. bellroc smirks, nari's unconscious body suspended by them.
they summon a twister that teleports the three of them. a police officer tells dispatch the classing 'you're not going to believe this'. claire looks lost, walking through the battleground and taking stock. the ice trapping argh and toby breaks and frees them. claire tells douxie that she couldn't protect nari as he hops off the train.
douxie's crouched oddly, and scoops to pick up the potted plant nari'd been holding since their introduction. nari's voice giggles out from douxie, and claire deduces that they swapped places. toby declares awesomesauce.
they are immediately under spotlight and arrest. reporters looking for their response. argh is on several times square esque billboards with MONSTERS ON THE LOOSE on a banner underneath.
the team is taken a metro city police station, where they have their photos taken. this is not toby's first time in trouble with the law. claire looks unamused as she has her photo taken. argh can hardly fit in the frame, and takes a bite out of his info.
nari, in douxie's body, is in the interrogation room with her plant on the table beside her. arrrgghh tries hiding behind bushes but the police officer can see him. he sheepishly parts the bushes. claire speaks up that 'you'll find that none of us will talk.' toby immediately spills all the info. he gives more of the meta info. toby gives the police officer (and us) the info if we havent watched wizards. or tales of arcadia. and nari on some stuff.
we cut to the entrance of the office, where a cop is giving archie a dish of something to drink, saying that at least the cat's normal. archie decides to Not Be Normal, and takes the cop's donut. they're interrupted by the doors slamming open and three figures enter. one teen, and two 'adults', all dressed MIB style. the cop tries to stop them from entering the interrogation room, only for archie to point the donut at him 'back off human!' and follows the three on his hind legs.
the door to the room opens, and the teenager declares that he's agent tarron, and he's here to take custody of the prisoners on authority of area 49b, and the adult 'man' follows up with fbi, cia, nsa, scc, and both 'adults' go on either side of a very worried nari.
the teen hits us with a solid 'your mom' after the other acronyms. the cop responds 'my mom or his?'. what in the psychic papers is this.
times douxie using his staff as a melee weapon: 3
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HMS OTGW AU
Synopsis of the few episodes that i have planned its a lot of text i apologize + i wrote all this very late yesterday so it might be a lil rough lol.
Also I am very very tempted to write chapters on ao3 about this AU, so if you dont want spoilers on it you prolly dont wanna read the rest. Tho I gonna leave some things out just to save that for the fic. (i cant promise that theyll all be written and posted soon but i will try my best)
tw for depression and suicide (I mean have you seen the album)
Episode 7- For Whom The Bell Tolls
Instead of Laura and Aunite Whispers being there, the house is empty and wanting the get away from the cold, they decide to stay for the night. Soul goes out for firewood and leaves the other 2 to clean up and make a place to sleep in for all of them. They've all been getting along from that point so Soul isnt worrided about anything. Things are fine for awhile, but after searcing around, they find the bell from the original episode. But instead whoever holds the bell, can command another to do whatever the holder wants (kinda like the og bell but slight different). It at first goes fine, Hearts mainly just goofing off and messing around with it for a bit. Though, the concept of one controlling the other starts an arguement (like in the album) and without Soul to calm things down, it eventually breaks into a full fight. When Soul finaly gets back, one of them is just about to kill the other (again like the album). Which leads to a similer fight like TSE and The Bidding but now with Soul going with the fact that since they cant get along, they should just go their separate ways and find their own ways out. In the end none of them stay in the house and all go split up into the woods (which is definitely the best idea to do in the dark winter woods)
Episode 8- Cacophony
Instead of the drug trip dream that Greg has, itd just be the 3 of them trying and failing to go through the woods on their own. Each of them eventually having their breakdowns like in THA, TME and TSE. Leaving them all doing horribly mentally and attempting to sleep in the snow. (Like how Wirt and Greg do). Before Soul can (attempt) to rest, The Beast finds him, wanting to do a trade with him. If Soul were to go steal the lanturn from the Woodsman and become the new lanturn bearer, The Beast would let Heart and Mind go free out of the Unknown. And as long as he keeps the lanturn lit, theyd live happily and finally get along. Saying that as soon as hes even being near the Woodsman, they would already be free. The Beast of course is lying, and plans to kill off Heart and Mind and turn them into edelwood trees. Still, Soul has nothing else to go for, and so begins to search for the Woodsman.
Episode 9 - Into the Unknown
Flashback episode bby. I thought about making HMS go relatively through the same thing Wirt and Greg did (minus the whole Sara and school bit since none of the go to high school being like 20ish years old). Then I instead thought of Whole. (ps gonna try and write Whole as a separate person from CJ, since it feels weird to me to write about him so Wholes kinda his own character in this)
On Halloween, Whole would go through a rough day (one that would likely cause him to split into 3). Being frustrated with a lot of things he decides to take a walk to clear his head. Tho the rainy moody weather of *whatever this takes place* doesn't help his mood at all. Hell it makes it worse if anything. Its now night time and he eventually ends at a cemetary (like in the show).
Suprisingly no one is there, so he takes a break from walking by sitting up top a certain garden wall. At this point, this thoughts are getting worse and more depressing (his thoughts are also now spliting into 2 and then 3 voices). He gets knocked outta his thoughts when the rain really starts to pick up. Tries to get down but falls off on the other side onto train tracks. And like in the show, a train starts to head straight down them. Whole (still not in a good state of mind) stays there and waits for it. Its not till he suddenly feels him throwing himself out of the way almost involuntary. (The "Wait, no please wait!" sorta moment by Heart and Mind). And like Wirt and Greg, he falls into the pond/lake and passes out.
Episode 10 - The Unknown
(im using the stuff i typed last night so if it's incomprehensible and stupid, thats why)
Heart and Mind wake up similer to Wirt (in the snow with the edelwood branches on them). Now with clearer head, the both immediately panic worrying where the other 2 have gone and go looking for them. Heart gets disoriented with the harsh snow and winds, since hes ya know, blind, and ends up on the frozen lake in the show. And just as Mind finds him there, like Wirt, Heart falls into the frozen lake. Mind barely saves him and has another mental breakdown. Heart wakes back up in the middle of it and they have a lil bonding moment (they siblings your honor). They eventually get up and search for Soul. When they finally find him, hes like ONE second away from just fuckin murdering the woodsman for the lanturn. (hes given up at living at this point and just wants the best for Heart and Mind so hes like...less sane than usual) The Beast told Soul they should've already been out by now so Soul is now pissed he was lied to. The Beast gives up and decides to kill all three of them and have the (knocked out) woodsman stay at the bearer. Soul tries to fight it with the woodsmans axe but is too weak to do anything. The Beast and grabs the hatchet and throws Soul against the trees, leaving Heart and Mind to fight it themselves. Mind (and Darrell) can barley fight it off while Heart tries to find the not knowing its near Soul. Beast swats Darrell away and slams Mind into the tree, holding him there. Just as its about to wrap him in edelwood, Heart suddenly is like "haha bitch fear me" thinking he has the hatchet then realizing its actually the lanturn. Mind just slays there for a sec just like "god damnit juno you had ONE fucking job" Tho obviously, The Beast gets immediately pissed, not wanting the fire to burn out. Heart goes through the same realization that Wirt went through of "Why do you even care about the lanturn anyway? Its almost like your spirit is...wait" Beast moves, droppig Mind and threatens Heart. Although scared, Heart finally stands up for himself, tired of being ordered around at what to do. After freeing Soul, Mind then steps in front of Heart now protecting them while Soul uses the hatchet to stand back up in front of both of them. Willing to fight for his life again while also being pissed at the Beast for lying to him (also that it thought it could give him a purpose and tell him what hes supposed to be and do. Basically Soul has the realization he has in Two Wuv) Beast panics and tries threatening them/negotiate with all of them to let it live. Of course it doesnt work and they blow out the lanturn. Soul holds Darrell as Heart and Mind work together to hold Soul up as they finally walk out of the unknown.
Whole wakes up in the hospital in a similar fashion that Greg and Wirt do, reassuring close people that hes alright and just accidentally fell. He wants a bit of time to himself tho to comprehend him almost dying and the weird dream he had. Tho just as hes about to be like "twas all a dream" he finds that Darrell is laying next to him in the bed. The nurse saying that the chicken wouldnt leave him no matter what they tried to do. Darrell luckily didnt get too in the way and they figured it was his so just left him there. Whole then is like "yea...i guess he is" while mentally being like "WAIT WHAT THE FUCK HOW IS HE REAL??" The nurse leaves him be and he sits there thinking over everything and decides that he is a lot better mentally since that adventure and is happy his selves have gotten better and in turn he himself has gotten better.
Maybe he can talk to the three of them eventually or he gets inspired and starts making a certain album idk. As a wise man once said
Also had the ideas of 1.Heart and Mind being lost in the unknown with Soul as the woodsman trying to help them get back while also trying to save "Whole's" spirit in the lantern and 2.Heart and Mind are lost in the unknown with Soul being the Beast
#my tumblt has been WACK today so this has been stuck in my drafts and wont post#this probably is incomprehensible#if anyone actually reads this and like#made any sense of it but thank you for hearing my dumb little thoughts :}#but im still so glad you're listening you could say#greener my beloved#chonny jash#chonnys charming chaos compendium#HMS OTGW au#do i rlly need to make a tag for this? idk why not
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Post-Seasons details #2
Read #1 here
Again, spoilers for the ending of Seasons are ahead, so please be careful proceeding beyond the read-more line. ;)
Bee's house that he shares with Pierce is relatively small and quaint, and I imagine it decorated a lot like my paternal grandmother's house (and her sister's house, too, and some of her friends we would visit when she had me for the day when I was little). Basically, yes, all those craft-store project type decorations, some plants in some windows, stuff like that.
...But then I'm about to tell you Bee and Pierce met at a club that caters specifically to kinksters, from spankos to abdl and such, and their kinks are somewhat evident in the house too. Yes, more than just that paddle on the wall!
Bee and Pierce will eventually have cats. They'll keep them indoors (spirits are very good about this for environmental protection reasons), but Bee has tons of bird feeders and such set up in his backyard.
Bee is the child closest to Vivian (barring Jacy from this bc she's got a different childhood experience) and Graham (who is his favorite father). While Vivian travels with Phineas regularly for a while, he always returns to the orchard with Phineas, and Bee would spend the most time with him.
Vivian is rarely at Bee's house once Pierce and Bee buy it, and when he tries to drop by, Bee has to hurry to hide any signs of his kink ASAP in a panic :')
(They don't have to worry about Graham visiting very often, since his health won't allow him to walk long distances, and he doesn't drive.)
Bee is closest to Shannon in adulthood than any of his other siblings! Shannon was usually the one who would take (younger) Bee to visit Vivian when he was in town. He's also the one who helped Bee get into college and learn how to juggle his bills.
(btw feel free to send asks if you have further questions or want more details! just be wary of spoiling too much in the ask itself in case others haven't finished Seasons!)
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Overprotective Hitoya with insecure fem! darling who get bullied (like in university/work) as one-shot pls.. I understand if it's not okay, thank you very much anyway!
Writer's corner: Ok.. this is a serious message.. It's been pretty difficult for me to write this request, but I did it anyway (even if late, I'm sorry for that, anon sweetheart!), because I wanted to denounce any kind of bullying (both cyber and non).. I've been bullied too and so this is something that I personally went through (luckily it wasn't anything too serious, like beating, but it hurt me anyway..) That's why I want to say that.. please, guys! If you're going through this kind of situations, DO NOT KEEP IT TO YOURSELVES. PLEASE, you MUST talk about it to someone..! Whoever could be- your parents, friends, relatives, helplines- they CAN help you! YOU MUST NOT KEEP IT TO YOURSELF. Do not behave like mc did in this request! PLEASE, talk to someone about it and, if necessary, ask for help even to police and lawyers! I let you here a link to some helplines I found on the net...----->♥
Also.. always remember that what others think of you is not important as long as you're happy with the person you are! You should be happy for who you are, no matter what is your gender, what is your skin's colour, or your sexuality! You MUST be proud of the beautiful and unique person you are! Do not let anyone bring away the smile and the love you have for yourself!!♥
Also.. Thank you for requesting, anon! I hope you're not going through any of this and that this is a simple request♥ otherwise, feel free to talk to me about it (if you're comfortable with it, of course).. I apologize again for posting it so late..♥ Enjoy♥
mc's pronouns: SHE/HER
Words: 1210
Warnings: a small spoiler hint if you haven't read Hypnosis Mic -Division Rap Battle- side D.H & B.A.T manga, sad themes, bullying... (please, always remember to denounce this kind of situations and to respect the others!♥)
~"𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎…"~
He couldn't have imagined what she was going through..
Of course he couldn't have! She was such a sweetheart! She was like... the best kind-hearted woman on the world..! She was.. perfect!.. Hitoya couldn't have imagined that even the "most perfect" being could be going through such a pain. He couldn't have imagined how hard it could be. But no matter how hard mc tried to keep this whole situation a secret.. No matter how fast she used to wipe her tears away after hearing Hitoya's footsteps coming.. No matter how she used to avoid his questions... No matter how she used to escape his questions.. She managed until that day. She managed to keep it secret until that day.. until Hitoya saw everything with his own eyes... Until he saw those guys- who had kept bullying mc for days now- laughing at her.. until he saw them insulting her.. until he saw them all taking pictures of her.. until he realized that they were taking pictures of her tears, while enjoying the view, laughing hard. Their laughters.. They were laughing just like if they had heard a joke.. like if they had just understood a comedian's punchline..! But there wasn't a comedian in front of them.. There was only mc, crying and trying hard to cover her own face behind her bare hands.. There was an innocent and pure young woman ashamed of her own tears.. maybe even ashamed of herself.. but why?.. What has she done for being treated like that?! For being laughed at?! For being insulted too?!...
Hitoya was staring at the situation without saying anything at first; he was speechless. Of course he had already seen something like that. He had helped some young students legally to get rid of their bullies.. He helped Jyushi too. But his heart strangely started beating faster as he saw all those disgusting university students laughing because of how "pathetic" mc was at that moment.. Hitoya's eyes opened wider and his body started softly shaking in anger at the view of one of those students kicking mc, who was already on the ground, crounching. For the first time after a while he also felt fear into his heart.. after what it had happened to his own brother... now he was feeling the same fear of losing the one he loves. He was terribly afraid of losing mc.. of seeing her tears and those insults and kicks slowly destroying her.. He wouldn't have allowed it.
As if he had just escaped a trance state, Hitoya started moving his feet, taking some steps into the crowd, moving through all those university students who were making fun of mc. He looked angry, yes, but also a small hint of sadness and fear could be seen by his expression.. by those light green eyes of his. He used his hands to move through the crowd, he also had his eyes pointed on mc.. only on her and on her tears.. the tears she was still trying hard to cover behind those soft hands of hers.
"Stop you all!! Get away from her!!! Don't touch her!!"
As the lawyer reached the bullies- so the ones who were kicking and insulting mc- he pushed and punched them to get them moving away. He then stood in front of her, giving her his back and facing all those students who were now looking surprised. One of the bullies was on the ground, while the others were standing wondering who Hitoya was. Hitoya was trying to cover mc with his own body. His light green eyes, which were usually soft and even charming, now was completely angry and cold.. He was furious. He could feel his heart racing and his chest starting sweating a litte bit behind that white-and-black leather jacket of his. Even his breathing now was heavier, as if he had just finished to run a marathon. As mc realized Hitoya was there with her- as she heard his voice- she couldn't help but looked at the back of his neck with a surprised look.. She could see a bit of his face and she could tell that Hitoya was very angry with all those people.. maybe he even was a little bit angry with her in deep.. And he was, actually!.. why didn't she tell him about it earlier?.. Why did she decide not to talk to him about it?!.. Hitoya was angry with her too.. He would have preferred to know about this earlier.. he was a lawyer after all! He could have helped her immediately! Mc knew Hitoya hated this kind of situation.. he hated seeing people getting bullied!.. but then why did she try to keep it a secret?!.. Maybe because she didn't want him to get worried..?
"Haven't you heard me?!.. Get lost!! There's nothing to see or to take picture of!!.."
Hitoya almost yelled, still keeping mc behind his back as to cover her. His voice echoed in that street in front of the University's entrance.. Slowly all those students started to go away.. There were two things that Hitoya really hated to see: bullies and coward people.. but he thought that the latters were the worst! Even worse that the bullies themselves..! Because coward people do not help who's getting bullied, but joined the "game", taking pictures or even laughing. They do not do anything to help the "victim" at all! And all those students who had taken pictures of a crying mc knew Hitoya was a lawyer.. they knew it would have been better for them to delete each of those pictures, so they did. Hitoya sighed softly: this kind of people are so coward that they even would never admit that they had taken pictures in the first place..!
As all those people went away- as even the bullies started stepping and running away- Hitoya sighed worried and turned to face mc. She was looking at him surprised, her eyes looked wider and glowing in sadness... in pain. There were some bruises on her arms- maybe because of the kicks- and some tears running silently down her cheeks. The lawyer saw a tear of hers falling on the ground; he could have sworn to have heard its sound loudly, while actually silence was surrounding both mc and him. He pulled her in a hug suddenly, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and head, caressing her hair. He closed his eyes and let her rest her head on his shoulder. Hitoya had so many questions to ask her.. but he preferred not to say anything.. now mc simply needed to be comforted by someone.. she needed to be hugged and to feel less alone. She needed to be hugged since nobody else had helped her before...!!
"H-Hitoya... I...", she sobbed whispering while hugging him, her arms slightly shivering around his torso. The lawyer caressed her head while keeping her as close as he could. He had his chin on her head while keeping his eyes closed.. he wanted to make her feel that he was there for her.. that he would have always been there for her, no matter what!
"Shhh... It's okay, mc.. You're not alone anymore... You're with me now.. Let's.. let's overcome this together..!!"
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ooh have you read nine liars? can you give us your whole review?? it would be nice if you could keep it relatively free of major spoilers, but i really wanna know if you think it's worth the read (I ask this as someone who is deeply obsessed with the first 3, but thought box in the woods majorly fell off, and i'm currently debating whether or not to bother with nine liars)
hii!! yes i did read nine liars! i finished it earlier yesterday, and i will def try my best to give a non spoiler review.
also i’ve never actually given a review before without spoiling it? so i tried as best as i could, because the most i’ve talked about it is with @minervahouse and we’ve just been talking about the spoilers 😭 but hopefully this will help!
so, overall i enjoyed the book! it’s a bit biased opinion, but i genuinely think this book was worth the wait.
the mystery was really interesting, i kind of liked it better than tbitw’s mystery. although, i think the mysteries in those books are a bit weak compared to the ones in the series, which i only think that’s because the og trilogy had so much time to develop a full background, and the stand-alone mysteries have to incorporate their story along with the present day story in such short time.
as for the plot in the present timeline, i enjoyed it as well. honestly i thought the ending was a bit predictable at points, but i think it was set up to be that way. i enjoyed how certain characters had more time in the books, and i enjoyed how those characters bonded with the other characters. but overall, i feel like this plot is better than tbitw.
this book has probably the most romance out of the whole series, which i really enjoyed! so if a factor of not enjoying tbitw was a lack of romance, this book makes up for it for sure
so to wrap this all up, i’m gonna say that this book is for sure worth the read! i think you’d enjoy this book more than tbitw! i think the fact it’s longer (i want to say it’s the longest in the entire series?) makes the story more thorough, and more enjoyable.
also stevie slayed in this book as always
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The Anthology of Sick
The master list of what I've written! Recently I've been better about tagging things I write relatively uniformly, but I'm going to hunt back through and collect everything here so you don't have to!
Just a reminder/disclaimer. I write sick/snz fic, and nothing is really more than PG13. Fics written for the Sicktember 2022 challenge are denoted by a (S22) and their appropriate prompt number/day. You can also find them under the hashtag #sicktember 2022 on my page.
Fanfiction
All Creatures Great and Small (2020)
Stretched Thin (S22 #12)
After taking on the brunt of the work at the practice while Siegfried and Tristan are away, is it any wonder all the stress causes James Heriot to fall ill? Still, there’s no rest for him, not when a difficult bovine birth case needs his attention.
Like a Well-Oiled Machine (S22 #21)
While working in the clinic by himself, Tristan has an oversight that leads to some painful consequences. James is not impressed, to say the least. (not snz)
Black Sails
I Will Care for You
Thomas has a migraine. James is unused to the role of caretaker, but for Thomas, he will learn anything. (not snz)
Inland (S22 #6)
Slight pre-canon AU setting. Thomas takes James for a weekend holiday to the countryside. The cold James brings with him doesn’t prove nearly as disastrous as he had feared.
Landfall
Captain Flint returns to Nassau richer, but also wetter, sicker, and a bit more injured than when he left. Miranda puts up with him. (Pre-show, and relatively spoiler-free)
The Lord and the Lieutenant
London, 1705. James feels sick. Thomas feels some feelings toward him. Some tenderness between two friends who'd like to be a bit more than that.
Warmth
A long, cold-ridden day for James is brightened by the unexpected visit his lover pays him.
Don Quixote
Hour of Need (S22 #19)
A hero’s hero suffers a hero’s cold. Sancho Panza just suffers. (All apologies to Miguel Cervantes)
Horatio Hornblower
Building Trust
Early in his time on the Indefatigable, wet nights spent in the rigging catch up to Horatio, who tries to hide his illness. Archie notices and offers friendship (and a handkerchief).
Relief (S22 #15)
Sunburns and colds are a painful mix, no matter how soft your handkerchief is. Archie tries his best to help.
Shore Leave (Part 1, 2, 3)
Shore leave for our two heroes is dampened by the rain, Horatio's illness, and the unavailability of lodging. Archie tries his best to alleviate at least one of these sufferings.
The Man from Uncle (2015)
Lazy (S22 #18)
The combined forces of Napoleon and Gaby just might be strong enough to force Illya to take a sick day when he really needs one.
Merlin
A little Merlin ditty
(Ficlet) Arthur has a bit of a cold. Merlin notices, and of course fusses a bit.
Stop and Go (S22 #24)
On the road back to Camelot, Arthur gets sick. (CW emeto mentions, not snz)
Night Fever (S22 #23)
Merlin can’t use his magic to heal Arthur, but perhaps his company is just as potent of a cure. (not snz)
Ted Lasso
Didn’t Feel That One Coming (S22 #5)
Jamie is fighting a cold; Roy is fighting his inclination to care about that fact.
Painkillers (S22 #2)
Roy is annoyed when Jamie asks him for painkillers. Annoyed. That feeling in his chest is definitely not concern, not a chance. (not snz)
Three Musketeers
BBC Musketeers Drabble
The Inseparables are a bit worse for wear. Aramis is sick, Porthos is hurt, and Athos just wants them to shut up.
Care and Keeping (S22 #1)
D’Artagnan knows he’s meant to be caring for Aramis, but he doesn’t exactly know what such caring entails. Constance isn’t pleased when he pleads ignorance.
Ensconced
The fic where Porthos gets into the most contagious bedding known to man in order to comfort his flu-ridden brother.
Fearing the Unknown (S22 #28)
Ever since his head injury, Aramis suffers from chronic migraines. This is one more area in which D’Artagnan must expand his knowledge if he wants to be part of the Inseparables' brotherhood. (not snz)
The Handkerchief(s) of Aramis
D’Artagnan asks his friends to accompany him to London. Aramis agrees, but warns even his vast supply of handkerchiefs won’t be enough to get him through the damp weather. He proves correct.
A Helping Hand (S22 Alt. Prompt 2)
Aramis has a bad cough, and needs to apply the 17th century version of VapoRub. The problem is, he doesn’t have an uninjured hand with which to do so. But he does have a Porthos.
In Which the Character (and Handkerchief) of D’Artagnan is Put to the Test (S22 #13)
Inspired by: “No, you can’t fight a duel with a hay-fever like that.” But when the duelist in question is D’Artagnan, he’ll find a way through all the sneezing.
Keeping Vigil (S22 #14)
With his three brothers all sporting various injuries and in need of care themselves, Aramis ignores his own health as he tends to them. D’Artagnan is less than pleased to find this out, but can he do anything about it?
A Little Help from My Friend
Aramis has a cold and some terribly stuck sneezes. Porthos has a feather, a kink, and an idea.
Midnight Mass (S22 #29)
After spending weeks abed and terribly ill, Aramis swears he is well enough for one little Mass. His brothers aren't so sure.
An Off Day (S22 #20)
When the best shot in the regiment is having a bit of an off-day, Porthos gets to the bottom of what’s troubling him. (not snz)
Perfumed Peril
His lover's perfume is giving Aramis a bit of trouble...
Recitations
Aramis is too sick to visit his mistress for the night, but not too sick to visit Athos (who would much rather be drinking alone, thank you very much). Aramis puts Athos's self control to the test when he recites some of the poetry he was supposed to share that night with his lady friend.
Room Service (S22 #16)
Aramis checks up on Porthos after the man faints during his first day of training. Porthos gets the chance to return the favor when Aramis falls ill.
Routine Intervention
Still new to the Musketeers and unsure of his place, D'Artagnan does not know what to make of it when Aramis, grumpy from his cold, and Athos, grumpy from his wine, get in a fight at the tavern over the latter's drinking habits.
Survivor’s Guilt (S22 #27)
In the wake of the massacre at Savoy, Aramis’s obsession with medicine and health adversely affects his own.
The Torment of D’Artagnan (S22 #10)
On the road, Aramis could really use a handkerchief, and D’Artagnan could really use a course in anger management.
An Unconventional Tryst
In which Aramis suffers the consequences of foolish lovemaking.
Under Control (S22 #4)
Athos swears his drinking is under control. Aramis finds evidence to the contrary. (not snz)
Weighed Down (S22 #17)
Aramis faints on a hot day. (not snz)
Yuri On Ice
Preparation
Yuuri has a competition. Victor is sick but insists he is well enough to coach. Tensions escalate as Yuuri feels increasingly that this isn't true.
On Video (Ficlet)
Away from his husband, Yuuri facetimes Victor, only to find the man has caught his cold. Victor isn't too upset.
Yuri on Ice Ficlet
Victor shows up to practice sick. Yurio and Yakov tell him off, each in their own way.
Taking Flight (Part 1, 2)
Already running late and terribly sick, Victor has a terrible travel day.
Germophobia
Yuuri's nightmares come true when Victor gets sick. He does his best to keep his head as well as show his husband the care he deserves.
Original Fiction
A Rainy Day's Work
Vague 17th/18th c. A highwayman, his lover, and a cold. Inspired by the folk song, "Whiskey in the Jar".
Fisherman's Friend
Late 19th c. A merchant fisherman finds himself with a cold while working the North Sea. Help comes from an unexpected source.
Time Sensitive (Ficlet)
Set during that vague era of ports of call and tall ships. A lad home from sea has the perfect present for his lover, who has the fetish.
OCs
Anatoly: Vague 20th c. A young country doctor and those who populate his practice. Ft. his tenuous relationship with a stray tabby cat named Mashka.
In vaguely chronological order:
Old Time’s Sake (S22 #9)
University student Anatoly is home from school when he catches a cold, and his mother’s folk remedies clash greatly with his modern, medical sensibilities.
Things Unsaid, Things Undone (S22 #2)
Homesickness isn’t the only sickness Anatoly has to deal with on the train from his home to his new village. Still, his medical knowledge leaves him helpless to treat either.
A Welcome Sight
The story of how Anatoly came to his countryside practice and found a cat along the way. Of course, he’s a bit under the weather for the whole excursion.
House Calls
Anatoly catches the cold that’s been going around his patients, which may present a few issues when it comes to administering his doctorly care.
Don’t Make Me Come Down There (S22 #8)
Sick with a lingering sinus infection, Anatoly gives his mother a call. She tries her best to coddle him from afar.
Finally Warm (S22 Alternate #3)
Usually the bringer of open windows and chills to Anatoly’s home, Mashka finally brings him something a bit more welcome when he is ill with the flu.
Not Alone (S22 #22)
When Anatoly comes down with a bad case of flu, he feels ashamed to call for help when he needs it. Dr. Rosenbaum tries to cure him of both his ills and his foolishness.
Jonathan and Sarah: 1750s. Jonathan Lindsay, a member of Parliament, has entered a marriage with Sarah Lindsay, an asexual woman of a wealthy merchant background, to divert suspicion of his sexuality. They care for each other deeply as friends and know what the other does and doesn't want in a marriage.
Unspoken (Part 1, 2)
Jonathan is coming down with a cold, but still wants to care for his wife. Sarah wishes he'd care a bit more for himself, though, especially as he readies himself for a visit from his father.
Suffering in Silence (S22 #26)
Perhaps Jonathan Lindsay should not have gone into Parliament with a brewing cold; in any case, he is here now, and he will not interrupt the proceedings by coughing.
A Bit of Sun (S22 #30)
Jonathan and Sarah have opposing ideas of the best place to be when recovering from a cold. They make it work.
Lady Madeleine and Jeanne: F/F, France, 15th c.
Admittance (S22 #7)
Lady Madeleine pines after her chambermaid, and she may be able to leverage the slight cold she contracts while her husband is away to her benefit in this regard.
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