#it’s FINE she claims that it’s lavender or some bullshit
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Ugh I think Carol does wear pink in the show. This chapter makes no sense now.
#it’s FINE she claims that it’s lavender or some bullshit#or maybe her obsession with the evils of wearing pink as a redhead is a recent development#we all cope in different ways!#a deep-seated hatred of Molly Ringwald is just one#tonight tonight the highway's bright
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too soft for all of it
This is a way to hold myself accountable, I suppose. To put an end to something. Because the TS subreddit has ruined something that was so pure. I became a fan on my own, in 2012, and slowly became a bigger one with each album. And it stayed that way for many years, almost ten. None of my friends were into her music, which was fine, unless it was motivated by misogyny(which it sometimes was). When the I Bet You Think About Me video came out, I bought a red velvet cupcake, and for the first time, I thought: why not try to find some other swifties. All this joy this brings me, maybe it could be even greater if I shared it. That’s how fandoms are supposed to work, I was told.
So after watching the video, I went to reddit. I was surprised to see the official thread for the video was filled with comments about Miles Teller – and I mean, I couldn’t find a comment about anything else, I was scrolling for minutes. Seeing nothing but hatred for him, and for Taylor, because she chose to work with him. All because of some rumors. Anyone who spoke up and said ‘let’s not judge so quickly, those rumors appear to be coming from terrible gossip websites, so why not talk about the video instead’ was not only downvoted and ignored – they were told they were problematic, they were probably anti-vax, they didn’t have their priorities straight. Apparently, we all needed to be cancelled.
I lost my appetite, I didn’t finish my cupcake, I remember it sitting on the table with a few bites out of it. The experience was ruined. I closed my laptop, a little bit in shock. I’d loved that video when I watched it. It had been pure. And suddenly, it was tainted.
Life is just a classroom, because apparently, the mean girls never go away. They’re the ones who claim to be your best friend, your biggest fans. When you walk away they laugh and make fun of your outfit, thinking you can’t hear them. Or: just not caring that you can. That is all I see, this is not constructive, intelligent, level-headed criticism – and that’s actually how they praise themselves. They’re the older swifties with a nuanced opinion, they’ll say. Apparently, that’s what ‘girl, this is embarassing’ is. I just see boring old mean girl behaviour.
They’re the people who hated Taylor for speaking up when her dating history was mentioned in a Netflix show(genuinely can’t remember which one). She was overreacting, she was triggered, and embarassed herself by tweeting about it. They said it was ridiculous for her to complain about people speculating about whether she was married or pregnant, because her songs were inviting those questions. These people said ‘I love her music, but she’s not a good person, I don’t care about her or think she’s affected by this at all’ when Ticketmaster did what they do best. Now they’re the people who hate her for having a conversation with a director about something she clearly has a passion for, something she wants to do more of, will do more of. The word I saw used the most: embarassing.
That’s a weird way of being a fan, man. And I’m tired.
I don’t know if that they’re that obtuse that they don’t realize they’re the people Taylor sings about in Lavender Haze. She’s damned if she gives a damn what they say. All of us are. That 1950s bullshit is so boring. Talk about toxic. That negativity poisoning my life, destroying this perfect carefree joyful little corner where I could escape to when real life was too much to deal with. The illnesses, the grief, loneliness, the relentlessness of the bad news that has kept coming. I needed those purple pink skies, I still do. Desperately. And I refuse to let anyone ruin it any longer. I’m taking it back. I’m going to Paris. Coming home to alleys in Montmarte, feet up at the Tuileries, phone off, view of the tower. Heaven, when everything and everyone stops mattering because it’s so beautiful. And I think this is a lesson I’ve had to learn, one I will continue to learn – not just when it comes to Taylor.
I’m terrible at goodbyes and I have trouble leaving places. As ridiculous as that seems when it comes to a subreddit, it’s true here too. I don’t even like reddit. But god, I don’t think I’ve ever been a bigger fan of anyone. And it seemed like such a wonderful idea to share it, and I became attached to that idea. But today it’s become painfully clear that I’d much rather be a lonely fan, with no one in my life really getting it. Well meaning but clueless, and probably a little scared, they give me thumbs up when I burst into tears and quickly say ‘it’s Taylor’. They don’t really know what any of it means, and right now, that’s kind of nice. Maybe I’ll find kinder swifties someday. But for the moment, I’m very content blaring Midnights all on my own, diving back into the folk albums during this gloomy winter, and eagerly anticipating the next video. And I’m excited to watch the Variety conversation, with some tea, candles, and a big smile on my face.
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I think part of the reason that there’s such a dissonance between what kind of character Matthew is ~supposed~ to have and what kind of poor traits shine through, especially in his treatment of Alastair, is not just because of CC’s poor handling of alcoholism (and, in my opinion, mental health issues and depression) but also because: Our first introduction to these characters happened a long ways before some major changes to TLH.
Namely… Alastair and Cordelia were basically white in CC’s original planning. There’s just no way around that. Their flower cards, where they’re not just whitewashed but purely white, prove that (and they STILL haven’t been updated, by the way.)
Also, Alastair’s hair: in CoG it was dyed blond, and CC wrote it off implicitly as a racism thing when she decided he was Persian (which I guess happened after the short story where we met Alastair and before TLH) , which would have been fine it if it was an arc written better. Except, I don’t think she realized that it would make Matthew’s comments about Alastair inherently and obviously racist, being a white author. And I doubt that it will be dealt with and named or even acknowledged outright in the final TLH installment.
Kind of the same thing with Cordelia. I’m not saying POC can’t have like red hair because obviously POC don’t come in a prepackaged set of five or six traits that are all configured randomly, but something has always rubbed me the wrong way about the way that CC writes the majority of her POC and especially WOC as exotic. I mean, Kamala as a character is to me a special favorite (even though CC did her dirty and didn’t do a good job portraying her character or intersectional identity) but I rolled my eyes so hard when she had lighter brown or “amber” eyes in canon or officially commissioned art. With Cordelia, I know CC once said she uses henna to redden her hair which is great for her, and I guess I have less of a bone to pick with that because it’s semi(?) realistic, but still. Also the fact that so much of her description as a beautiful person comes from her hair. Again that’s cool, and women of color should be loved wholly including being loved for the parts of them that they freely change (such as Cordelia’s hair) but… the proportion of the fixation on her hair as what makes her lovely rubs me the wrong way sometimes. I feel like it’s sometimes an out from CC making the ~scandalous~ decision that a woman of color can be beautiful because of the traits she is born with. Idk it’s just for me I had this long standing repulsion towards my colorings and my facial structure and white girls would tell me I was whiny about it and then I finally began to piece together things like “Eurocentric beauty standards.”
Going on a tangent slightly, but something else that bothered me was when Anna insulted Cordelia after buying her those dresses and everyone kinda treating it as a compliment? And just cause Cordelia, a fictional teenager, didn’t get mad about it doesn’t mean readers of color can’t see the underlying racism behind “Cordelia looks MUCH better in these dresses which are SUITED for her skin tone.”
I think that narrative could have been handled much better: if it was Cordelia picking out her own clothes as an act of maturity and self-realization and ownership, if Cordelia herself said (in a different way lol) “Damn right I can wear lavender ruffles if I want to and crimp my hair but I’m not going to let white fashion prevent me from outshining everyone because dark skinned women INVENTED jewel tones.” And I think some people will argue that Cordelia’s context makes this too self aware of a development but I would say that it would have been a powerful part of her development outside of her relationships, especially considering that she’s supposed to be a main protagonist. Full arcs for the win baby!
But even aside from all that what bothered me about Anna’s dresses was the fact that it was a white woman showing the “truth” or the “right way” or “saving” a woman of color, a trope which I don’t think CC intended but committed nonetheless. I think from a white author POV the thinking was “Anna is such a free bohemian who lives true to herself and she’s going to help Cordelia become that way too,” which irks me because I feel like that just worked against CC in terms of POC rep and also because that same ideology is used in an attempt to make Anna’s treatment of Kamala justified even though Anna as an out person, with racial and economic privilege and the support of an extensive and powerful family network, pressured and tormented Kamala into coming out.
I have a lot of thoughts on that relationship, mainly: it shouldn’t have been dragged out this long because from the beginning, Every Exquisite Thing, it was clear they were looking for different things. And if CC had left it at that and let them go on their separate ways after a week of knowing each other that would have been fine: Kamala can’t do an out and proud relationship and Anna doesn’t want secrecy, so they’ll develop on their own. And then later Kamala’s pursuit of Anna in the actual TLH books was I think meant to be a thing about “the lengths you’ll go for true love” but it felt forced. Honestly… It just feels icky. like this woman of color is just so hung up on this white woman who abuses her repeatedly and can’t handle her own misogyny and internalizations. And I hate that because both had such awesome potential! To me it’s less that I dislike Anna ( I’d need a whole other post to explain that) and more that I dislike CC for wanting so bad to claim sapphic rep but not wanting to put in the effort to portray it effectively- and pretty much all that entails is writing the relationship without acting like it exists in a pseudo-vacuum where the history and realities of interracial relationships and queerphobia don’t exist in the way we obviously recognize and experience.
And characters like Cordelia and Alastair are amazing and have so much potential; I think the true origin of the problems with their portrayal is that they weren’t really intended as POC or even queer representation in the first place. I don’t know if Cassie would have taken a different approach to her characterization had she known Alastair would be a brown gay man when she first introduced him, but I hope it would have at least made her more conscientious of the inherent application of colonialism and racism in her storytelling from that point onward.
I want to finally add that I’m not saying any portrayal of racism is bad. I’m saying that the racism in the story is not part of a conscious framework that critiques racism appropriately. I think CC wrote the beginnings of the narrative, decided she was going to develop the diversity point content, and then either didn’t look back at the older content to analyze it and the other (white characters) through a new lens of race and outsiderness and queer personhood, or she looked at it and didn’t know what to do with it, or looked at it and didn’t care.
Sorry this got so long! Thanks for listening.
- A.
I feel like CC handled everything poorly in regards to characters who had a lot of potential.
The fact that Cordelia and Alastair are both originally white and it's so obvious in the way every bit of racism is handled by the characters. Matthew's comments in CLS are very important and they should've been handled with the same severity that Alastair's words were. CC changing the characters to POC was a big decision and when she did so she should've went back and actually read her own material. I can assure you that it will not be handled in CHOT, my expectations for CC recognizing the importance and gravity in the words she writes regarding racism or any of her "implied racism" bullshit have gone to the ground.
Because while golden eyes are obviously so easy to write when discussing discrimination obviously racism is out of the question /j
THAT'S EXACTLY IT, women of color in these books are so pathetically rare that on the rare occurrence that she does write them they should all be given these features that aren't as common in POC and written as more beautiful because of those features. I read CHOG after I became more appreciative of my ethnic features but if I had read this a year or so ago? Or even if I had read it after just feeling insecure in general? It would've been awful. The implication is that the lighter features in POC are the most beautiful, with Cordelia's red hair being put on a higher pedestal than her dark eyes and Kamala's eyes being focused on more than her hair (because I literally went back and counted the numbers to prove it and it's exactly what happens.)
I'm sure Cordelia's hair is stunning, but it's the way that when she's described (or more accurately being sexualized) it is just her hair and body that is shown, not the color of her skin or the color of her eyes.
God the pastel thing pisses me off so much. It's not even that Anna tells Cordelia that she would look better in darker colors it's that she says it suits her skin tone. Implying that anyone with brown skin should be barred from wearing pastels. And Kamala? In the few times she is described, she's wearing dark colors or champagne gold, never light blue or purple or pink WHICH HONESTLY SUITS HER PERSONALITY. It's also the way that the dresses Anna sent her are described to be more revealing- it's weird. Anna barely knew her when she started dictating everything that Cordelia could put on her body.
“Damn right I can wear lavender ruffles if I want to and crimp my hair but I’m not going to let white fashion prevent me from outshining everyone because dark skinned women INVENTED jewel tones.”
I literally would have loved that. It recognizes that she doesn't need to follow these "rules" on what to wear but still shows her choosing what she wants to wear without making all the darker skinned readers feel like they can't wear a certain color.
I think what some people fail to realize is that these books are also aimed at upper elementary and middle school and a middle schooler with dark skin reading something like that? In a book with characters they love? It's going to be so harmful
Someone else mentioned that CC said Kamanna's relationship was complicated because Kamala didn't defend Anna: Defend her FROM WHAT? Literally what is there to threaten Anna?
These books are filled with tokenism and then praised for it. The idea of Kamala X Anna has so much potential but they're portrayed in such a toxic way. Throughout the last through books Kamala puts herself through so much guilt and regret and turmoil just for Anna to literally use her, blame her, and cast her aside. And it's so fucking annoying because it pushes this idea that this woman of color who was terrified and in an extremely vulnerable position is in the wrong for choosing her safety and presents them as guilty and shameful for doing such a thing.
I would disagree, the portrayal of racism is bad, because it is used at random points in the story and never brought up again, if you interduce racism take it seriously it's not the kind of thing you're meant to half-ass in a book thousands of people will read
I agree on everything else though, so much of these books are incredibly harmful and they are presented to a young audience so it's overall just a gross situation
Thank you for the ask though! I loved answering this, if you ever have anything else you're more than welcome to come back <3
#kamala joshi#alastair carstairs#cordelia carstairs#tw racism#tw sexualization of minors#tw sexualization#anti anna lightwood#anon#asks#tw swearing#long post#tlh#anti cc#the last hours#let me know if i missed a tag#also let me know if i got anything wrong
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idk if you're still doing prompts but nh + fluff 15? I'm sorry about all the fluff pieces but I live for fluff 😅
I’m sorry if it isn’t as fluffy as usual but I HAD to write something Team 8 centric to soothe my soul today. I can see this turning into a full fanfic though...at some point (I promise)
Fluff #15: “She’s/he’s not my boyfriend!”
After Hinata confesses to Naruto—and her “I love you” goes right over his head—Kiba takes matters into his hands to (finally) get the two idiots together.
Post Pain-Arc | Canon Divergence | Jealous (!) Naruto | Ao3
“You look cute today,” Kiba said nonchalantly to his teammate as she walked towards him.
The Hyuga beauty had uncharacteristically pulled her hair up onto the top of her head in a high ponytail, her delicate features now on display for the world to see.
Hinata, already used to Kiba’s compliments, didn’t bat an eye when he said it, she simply responded, “Thank you! I just wanted to try something a little different,” She patted Akamaru’s head in greeting, the gentle giant licking her palm as she giggled.
Kiba took the opportunity to sneak up behind her and pull on her ponytail slightly, wanting to fix the slight hairs that were sticking out. He adjusted the simple lavender tie she had placed upon the top of it for good measure as well.
Had anyone happened upon the pair, they probably would have thought there was more between them than a simple friendship, but they were used to it. Hinata didn’t even try to push him off, she simply let him fix her hair and looked up at him with a thankful smile when he was finished.
They were meeting up to have lunch, a much needed distraction after all the chaos that had ensued in the village during Pain’s attack. Unfortunately Shino was unable to join the pair for a well-deserved day off, leaving them to their own devices.
Kiba nodded as he stepped back and appreciated his work, “I like it. I’m sure Naruto will too,” He smirked.
She exhaled, her cheeks red and splotchy, “We’re not going to let it go, are we?”
“Hinata, you confessed to him.”
“It was in the middle of battle...spur of the moment,” She tried, suddenly regretting admitting to Kiba and Shino that she had, in fact, told the love of her life, Naruto Uzumaki, her true feelings for him. She knew they’d never let it go, not until Naruto gave her an answer either way.
She just wasn’t ready to hear what he had to say. Even if he was ready to face what she had said to him head-on, “Besides,” she mumbled, “he didn’t even acknowledge it...”
“You told him you loved him...you literally died for him. How could the idiot not see it?”
She shrugged pathetically, “It is what it is, don’t worry, Kiba.”
He sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets when suddenly it hit him. An idea so genius, even Shino had to approve. Akamaru, sensing that Kiba was about to say something Shino would in fact not approve of, whined and hit his master gently on his leg with his paw.
Kiba ignored him, knowing that what he had in mind was just too perfect not to share, “Hinata?”
“Yes?”
“What if...what if we made Naruto jealous? Just to make him see what he’s missing.”
“W-what?”
“It’s the oldest trick in the book, Hyuga,” He took her hand into his as if he had done it millions of times before, “We go on a fake date, act all cute and shit, and when he sees us together he’ll magically realize his feelings for you. You know, because someone else has what he thought was his and all that bullshit?”
“You’re insane.”
“I know what boys are like, Hinata.”
She looked down at their interlaced fingers and sighed, “You’re sure this will work?”
“If it doesn’t, I’ll pay for lunch.”
“And dessert?”
“As many cinnamon rolls as your heart desires.”
Hinata exhaled and nodded, “Alright. I mean, there’s nothing left to lose, right?”
“That’s the spirit!”
Kiba led Hinata forward, Akamaru following close behind. He was sure his plan was going to work, after all, he barely had enough to cover his portion of lunch. That alone should have proved how confident Kiba was that he’d get Naruto and Hinata to finally acknowledge their feelings for each other.
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“Okay, just follow my lead,” Kiba said as he spotted Naruto at his usual stool at Ichiraku.
“Naruto! How are you? Healing up okay?” Kiba asked as he sat down next to the blonde, his hand still in Hinata’s.
Naruto squinted at them, tilting his head, “I-I’m fine. Thanks for asking...”
“That’s good to hear, we all deserve some time off after that mess, right Hinata?”
Hinata didn’t dare meet Naruto’s gaze, simply nodded and pretended as if he wasn’t even there.
“Two bowls of pork miso ramen, please!” Akamaru barked and Kiba smiled down at him, “Oh right, it’s a special occasion. Make that three bowls!”
“Special occasion?” Naruto asked.
“Nothing you have to worry about, just celebrating a certain someone saying yes to a question I asked,” He said, looking at Hinata.
Naruto’s cheeks grew redder by the second as he studied them, “W-what?”
“I asked Hinata to be my girlfriend,” Kiba said, holding up her hand in his, “And she said yes.” He roughly pulled her into his embrace and pressed his cheek to hers, “Isn’t it great?”
Akamaru groaned behind the three, trying to ignore what was happening before him. It was getting a little too painful to watch. Kiba had never been known for his tact after all.
“So you two...are...dating?”
Hinata tried to interject, feeling sick over everything that was unfolding, “N-no we-”
Kiba quickly slapped a hand over Hinata’s mouth and laughed, “Yeah! I confessed to her right after we got back to the village. I mean, it just seemed to be the right time and all, considering everything that happened.”
Naruto let out a breath and instead of continuing the conversation further, he flagged down Teuchi, “Old man, how much do I owe you?”
Teuchi quickly put up a hand and waved Naruto off, “Oh, no, we could never charge the village hero. Not after everything. Consider it on the house.”
Naruto nodded solemnly, gave a glance Kiba and Hinata’s way, and quickly turned to leave.
“Kiba!” Hinata said in a panic, “That definitely couldn’t have been a part of your plan!”
Kiba huffed, “Yeah...I didn’t think he’d just walk away like that. Maybe we need to try a different-”
Hinata ignored Kiba and decided to take matters into her own hands, what she should have done in the first place, really.
She got up from her seat, a flustered mess, and chased after Naruto. She screamed out without thinking, “Naruto-Kun!”
His head turned immediately towards her, his brow furrowed in confusion, “Hinata?”
“Naruto-” She panted, attempting to catch her breath as she caught up to him.
“What are you doing? Aren’t you on...” He took a breath as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, a pout playing upon his lips, “Aren’t you on a date with your boyfriend?”
“He’s not my boyfriend!” She yelled out, a little too passionately.
Naruto stifled a laugh at how ridiculously cute she looked. Her ponytail was slightly askew, her cheeks flushed and her lips ridiculously red from her biting her bottom lip. He had been biding his time since he had returned from the village, waiting to approach Hinata and talk about everything that had happened. About what she had said to him.
“Then why did he...”
Hinata sighed, so clearly embarrassed for going along with it. But...she quickly realized that Naruto was...jealous? She could see it in his eyes, the way he acted back at Ichiraku. He was clearly bothered by what had happened. Kiba was actually...right.
So she gathered her courage and firmly asked, “Why do you care?”
“Huh?”
“Whether or not Kiba and I are dating....why do you care?”
Naruto furrowed his brow, “I don’t, I-I just,” He groaned, “Hinata, it doesn’t matter.”
“It does matter!”
“Why!?”
“I told you I loved you!”
Naruto looked at her wide-eyed, clearly in shock. Of course he knew she had confessed her feelings, but...they were also in the middle of a battle. He thought that...that maybe it wasn’t true. It was an adrenaline-fueled confession that she would walk back the moment they got back. That maybe...maybe she meant she loved him like she loved her teammates. That he was her precious friend, just as Sakura and Sasuke were his. He never imagined in his wildest dreams that the girl he’d always taken notice of always wanted to protect had been watching him too. That he’d grow to want to take care of her, to ensure she was okay. He didn’t know what that meant then, but he did now.
He didn’t understand his feelings until that day, in the midst of battle, and it killed him to think it took them nearly dying for him to comprehend that what he felt for her was far greater than friendship.
“I-I know...” He managed to mutter, “It was just such a crazy day, Hinata. I thought that maybe I misheard you, or that you didn’t mean it in the way you did. I didn’t want to embarrass you by bringing it up again. I mean...we haven’t even talked since we got back.”
“Then let’s talk,” She said, looking down and shyly placing a strand of hair behind her ear.
“I-I’d like that.”
“Yeah?”
Naruto grabbed the same hand Kiba had intertwined in his earlier, and claimed it as his, protectively interlacing his fingers in hers and squeezing her hand for good measure.
It wasn’t like with Kiba at all, Hinata realized. Her heartbeat was out of time, her knees felt weak. Feeling Naruto under her touch was nearly too much for her to handle.
“Oh..um...” Naruto blushed as he met her gaze, “I really like your hair up, you know?”
“O-oh,” She smiled as she looked away, unable to look at him head on.
“It’s really cute.”
“T-thank you.”
He chuckled, “Yeah, of course. Um, why don’t we go get something sweet, yeah? We can talk at the tea shop?”
“Okay.”
The pair, hands still intertwined, walked toward the tea shop, a blush upon each of their faces.
Kiba, watching from outside Ichiraku, smiled to himself as he said to Akamaru, “See boy, it all went exactly as I said it would. Didn’t it? Next thing you know, we’ll be helping Hinata pick out a wedding dress.”
Akamaru rolled his eyes and continued eating from the offered bowl of ramen. It was better to let Kiba think he had won this round.
“Ah, first love,” Kiba sighed dreamily as he sat back down on his stool, “I can’t wait to see it all play out.”
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Rip must have known Sara had real feelings for Ava because otherwise he wouldn’t have been so worried about Sara finding out about Ava being a clone...
My obsessing over Avalance always pays off as I’m constantly noticing different things. I wanted to write a short fic about Sara having to explain to Rip how much Ava means to her. Even though, Canon- Rip knew how Sara felt because he wouldn’t have been tripping about it if he thought Ava was just a one night stand. Zari comforting Sara, asshole Rip and some angst. Basically this is a deleted scene. Enjoy...
After the kiss in Sara’s office, Ava reassuring her that they would get Ray back, Ava opened up a portal back into the time bureau and she was gone. Sara spun on her heel.
“RIP! Don’t think I didn’t see you.” Rip had his back turned hoping he could quickly walk off until Sara’s voice stopped him in his tracks. He wished he’d used his time courier to zap himself some place- any place that was not here having to deal with the wrath of Sara Lance. He walked into her office.
“Ah, Ms. Lance.” Rip tried for causal even though Sara could read right though it.
“Why were you spying on me and Ava.” Sara glared at him with icy blue eyes, unwavering.
“Ms. Lance, I know you have an affinity for sleeping with beautiful women of the past, present and future but, tread lightly with Agent Sharpe.” Sara’s cheeks tinted and she pursed her lips. This thing between her and Ava was new, and sure she had slept with a ton of women, and men, and they never spoke to each other again as she jumped in her time ship and traveled away but Ava was... Ava was different. Sara didn’t want to travel away from her. She wanted to be closer to Ava. She wanted to wake up to her in the mornings, she wanted to have breakfast with her and the other Legends, she wanted to stand in impossibly long lines for the bathroom with Ava next to her. She wanted to maybe move in with Ava in her apartment.
“Ms. Lance?”
“Rip, not that it’s any of your business but Ava is different. She’s special. I think there’s something real there.” Sara hated having to share any of this with Rip but she wanted him to know that Ava wasn’t just a hook up to her. “Why do you care anyways? Do you have some “no fraternizing with the enemies” bullshit policy?” Sara rolled her eyes.
“Well as a matter of fact-”
“Look. I really don’t care about any policies or rules, you should know this about me by now. I’m gonna do what I want, and who I want. Ava isn’t just some causal hook up or one night stand. I really like her. I haven’t felt this way about anyone in a long time. I don’t know what you did or why you really don’t want me to see her but I don’t buy this, “we have a policy” crap.” Sara finished. She was getting upset now. Finally one good thing comes into her life and here comes Rip to take it away.
“Well Ms. Lance, if you feel that strongly about Agent Sharpe then I suggest you mind yourself and heed my advice. Stay away from her. If you care for Agent Sharpe in the way that you claim, then I doubt you would want to see her job on the line- seeing as you don’t care about your own, maybe you’ll care about hers.” Rip spat.
“Excuse me! Did you just tell me to stay away from her? First of all Rip, this is my ship and I’m the captain. You do not get to come on here and give orders. Second if Ava loses her job I will make it my personal mission to not only get her reinstated, but also make her the director of the time bureau and make sure that you are never allowed to set foot in the time bureau ever again, your days “fixing” time will be over, and then you can work at sink showers and stuff.” Sara smirked but there was no humor in her voice. “Do not threaten me, or the people I love. Do I make myself clear?” Sara was in Rips face now, even though she was much shorter, her venomous tone made up for what she lacked in height. She had Rip backed against the wall. He put his hands up in surrender.
“Alright Ms. Lance,” Rip pushed past her to try to gain the upper hand or at least be on equal footing. He hadn’t ever heard Sara use the word love before when it came to the people she was sleeping with. He realized he was in deeper than he thought. Sara was upset, how will she be if she finds out about who Agent Sharpe really is. He contemplated just telling her. And then he thought of a better idea. Gideon still listened to him, she trusted him. When Sara and the rest of the team weren’t around, he’d just have a chat with Gideon about it and get her to erase some things. Rip got his bearings back and smiled to himself at his plan.
“Rip! Do I make myself clear.” Sara was still seething.
“Yes. Yes, Captain Lance. We’re clear.” And with that Rip opened a portal on his time courier and he was gone. Sara let out a breath and then poured herself some scotch. Then she took a sip and threw the rest of it at the wall in frustration. And then she started to cry. She hated that Ray was missing, she hated that Rip came and ruined the small high that she was on after seeing Ava. She hated, absolutely hated that Rip had the audacity to threaten Ava and Ava’s job! Screw him. And screw the whole damn bureau. The only good thing about that place was that it brought Ava to her. Sara smiled at the thought of Ava, at the thought of Ava’s lips softly on hers, at the way she smelled like essential oils, usually lavender. And whatever brand of shampoo Ava used, Sara loved the whiff of it that would entice her senses whenever Ava was near her.
“You alright in here Cap?” Sara looked up to see Zari cautiously entering Sara’s office. She picked up a piece of jagged broken glass, looked at it and then tossed it in the trash. She watched Sara pour herself a new glass.
“I’m fine.” Sara put the glass to her lips and threw her head back taking a shot.
“Did something happen with Ava?” Zari asked cautiously. She didn’t want to risk further upsetting Sara.
“Why would you think that?” Sara asked.
“Well, whenever you get all emotional or whatever, it’s usually because of Ava. You really like her don’t you?”
“Of course I do! Why does everybody keep insinuating that my love for Ava isn’t real! It’s the realest thing I’ve felt since being brought back to life.” Sara downed another glass and slammed it on the table. Zari was pretty used to Sara’s temper so she wasn’t that scared off.
“Your love, for Ava? You love her.” Zari said this as more of an observation than a question. Sara sat down in her chair and put her head in her hands.
“Z, I don’t know if I love Ava. But I know she’s the most important thing to me right now besides you guys. I haven’t felt this way since Nyssa and maybe that nurse in the 50s. But Ava, she’s better than all of them. And now Rip- I’m, I’m afraid he’s gonna take this feeling away from me, take her away from me. And I don’t know why! He is the force that basically brought her into my life in the first place, and now he doesn’t want me to see her? How fucked up is that!” Zari came and kneeled next to Sara. She put her hand on Sara’s knee. “I don’t want to screw this up Z. I don’t want Rip to take Ava’s job from her-”
“So what. See her anyway. I know you Sara, you’re stubborn and a pain in the ass. You’re gonna do what you want if you think it’s the right thing, regardless of what anyone else thinks or what they threaten you with-” Zari started and Sara interrupted.
“But he’s not threatening me. He’s threatening Ava!”
“Exactly. And I’ve seen how you get when people you care about and love are in danger. You’re an animal girl.” Zari laughed. “You go after them, you go around them, or go through them, whatever it takes to get what you want and you’re gonna give them hell for fucking with people in your life. So if you care about Ava, which I can see that you do- I mean I did tell you to ask her out in the first place. So I guess you’re welcome and you have me to thank for-
“Zari, focus.”
“Right. Anyway, Sara I admire you so much. I love your courage and your strength. I know you’re not gonna give up on Ava just because some British twat says so. Screw Rip. Do what your heart tells you to do. Love is worth the risk.” Zari got up and put her hand lightly on top of Sara’s head in a comforting manner. Then she left. Sara sat in her chair for a while just thinking. She didn’t know what Rip was hiding about Ava or why he really didn’t want them together. But she was damn sure going to find out.
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The Surprise Party
Preparations
Marie frowned at her reflection in the mirror, wondering if she had really gained as much weight as Patricia claimed she had. After a few more moments of close scrutiny, Marie grew weary of the task. Sighing, she sat back down on her bed, staring straight ahead at the blank, white wall. It was the middle of summer yet there was nothing for her to do in the house.
Sure, she had plenty of friends, but it was too early in the morning. And unlike her, some of them were working summer jobs to save up for college. For her and her friends, college was a year away yet Hannah and Lauren already started worrying about how they’d make ends meet. Luckily for Marie, her parents saved a decent-sized college fund for her, which she was very thankful for.
Except for this moment because she was very bored.
“Tonight, we are young
So let's set the world on fire
We can burn brighter than the sun!”
Holding her phone in her hand, Marie happily listened to her ringtone, waiting for it to near the end before she answered the phone. She would’ve picked it up right away, but that would’ve made her seem desperate for attention or something. Once she had waited a sufficient amount of time, she slid her finger across the screen to answer the call before placing the phone to her ear.
“Marie, it’s Gavin. You’ve got to help me. Are you free right now?”
The small smile on her face broke out into a huge grin at that instant, but Marie did her best to keep her voice calm. “I mean, I was sleeping, but now that I’m awake, I guess I’m free. What’s up? Did something happen with Tracy?”
“No, no. Tracy and I are fine. It would be easier if you just came over to my house, though. Please be quick about it.”
Hiding the amusement from her voice, Marie replied with annoyance, “Geez, Gavin, the things I do for you… I’ll be there in 20 minutes. If you’re making coffee for yourself, make me a cup, too. I think I’m still half asleep. Anyways, see you soon.”
✖ ✖ ✖
Sitting comfortably on Gavin’s couch, Marie took a small sip of her coffee. “Okay, so what’s the situation? Why did you invite me at—” she paused to glance at her cell phone. “9:37 in the morning? Need I remind you how early that is in teenager time?”
On the couch directly across from her, Gavin sat with Tracy leaning on his shoulder, still half-asleep. Looking down at his girlfriend’s sleepy face, he smiled before turning his attention back to Marie. “Well, it’s not that early. Did I really wake you up?”
She rolled her eyes. “Of course, idiot. Why would you even ask that? I never wake up before noon in the summer.” Hidden deep inside the pocket of her light pink hoodie, Marie’s right hand slightly shook while she spoke, revealing her answer as a lie.
Luckily for her, Gavin was none the wiser this time, because he went straight to business. “Okay. So, I invited you here because we’ve got a dilemma. Remember Hannah? Well, it’s her 17th birthday tomorrow. But don’t worry. I remembered just in—”
Tracy stirred and began laughing, cutting off her boyfriend from speaking. Once she stopped laughing enough to speak, she glanced over towards Marie and explained, “Total bullshit. The only reason he remembered is because of Facebook.”
Gavin cleared his throat. “It doesn’t matter how I found out, okay? All it matters is that I know now, and I’m telling Marie. Anywho, before I was so kindly interrupted, I was going to say… what do we do, Marie? We’re such bad friends. I swear—”
Marie interrupted, “Stop, Gavin. I’m sure we’ll come up with something brilliant in no time, okay? Besides, her birthday is tomorrow. We’ve got plenty of time. Do you know if Lauren is working today? If not, we should invite her over, too.”
Tracy carefully rose from the couch, stretching out her arms as she stood. "I'll call her. That bitch has some explaining to do. It’s been two weeks since I last stopped by the donut shop during her shift. She’s been so busy lately. I miss her annoying voice.”
A sick feeling spread through Marie’s stomach. There was something so wrong about what her best friend just said yet… how does one even confront the person they enjoy hanging around the most? Deciding to keep her mouth shut, she nodded quietly.
After that, time seemed to speed up for the trio. Lauren picked up but she claimed to be too busy to come over, but once Tracy told her about the birthday planning, she agreed to take a day off work to make it to the party. By lunchtime, Gavin had to leave for his shift at the bookstore, leaving just Lauren and Marie alone to talk out the finishing touches for the surprise party.
It was around 3pm when the pizza arrived. It was also around 3pm when the two girls had finally finished talking out every single detail, from where the party would be located—at Gavin’s house, of course—to what kind of cake they’d order: red velvet, which was a favorite amongst every person in the small group of friends. They even invited a ton of people from school to come, too.
All that was left was to make sure that Hannah actually showed up at the right time. Placing her pizza down momentarily, Marie looked over to Tracy expectantly. “Which one of us should stop by Hannah’s apartment? I think she might have the day off tomorrow, but I’m not really sure. I don’t mind going to check, though. Unless you want to, which is totally okay, too.”
“I think you should go, Marie.” Tracy stared off into the distance, almost as if she were remembering a painful memory. “Things didn’t go so well between me and Hannah the last time we spoke in private. That was five weeks ago and I feel so... lost.”
Marie shrugged. “It’s not your fault, Tracy. Seriously. I’ve been having issues with Hannah, too. I just hope this birthday party will be enough to help all of us heal and move forward with our friendships. I really miss what we all had before.”
“It was so great, huh?” A light smile graced Tracy’s lips. “Just me, you, Hannah, and Lauren against the world. But ever since summer started, Hannah and Lauren have been growing more distant. Hannah’s been more distant than Lauren, though. I just hope I didn’t break up the group when I started going out with Gavin towards the end of junior year. I’d feel so bad if I did.”
Shaking her head quickly, Marie replied, “Tracy, of course not! On the bright side, Lauren still texts in the group chat. Hannah has been giving me the cold shoulder for at least six weeks now. If she’s doing this on purpose, I will personally hurt her myself.”
“Don’t say that.” Tracy stifled laughter. “The line would be way too long of all the people that want to hurt Hannah. But forget that. We’re going to try to find our old best friend again. This birthday party will be the perfect thing we need to fix it all.”
Marie sighed. “I hope so, Tracy. I… really hope so.”
The Big Day
Marie took a deep breath to mentally prepare herself, and then, with the phone still to her ear, she said, “Okay, Tracy. I’m right outside Hannah’s apartment building. Are you sure you’re ready? Is everything set up? And did everyone show up?”
“Relax, Marie. Everything is completely under control here. Just play it cool like we practiced. You’ll do fine.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence. I’ll see you soon, then.” Quickly, she hung up and pocketed her phone. Then, without another moment of hesitation, Marie walked forward and rang the doorbell of the apartment, waiting for a familiar brunette to appear.
Except after a few seconds, there was nothing. No movement. No muffling. No shouts of “I’ll be there.” from Hannah like she did every other time that Marie came to visit. And unlike other times, the air was still and quieter than usual.
Seeing no other option, Marie tried to ring the doorbell again.
Just like the first time, nothing happened.
Now, Marie was really starting to panic. If it wasn’t for Hannah’s red Toyota parked right in front of the apartment complex, then Marie would’ve assumed that her best friend was busy working. Except she wasn’t working. She had to be home. Right now.
When she lifted up her hand to start knocking on the door, the door seemed to open by itself. That was when the second red flag went off in her head. Hannah had never been stupid enough to leave her door unlocked before. In fact, she was the one in the group who would always preach about safety to Marie, Tracy, and Lauren. Out of all of them, Hannah was the most mature.
As anxiety gnawed away at her nerves, Marie took a tentative step into the apartment. The minimalistic decor looked exactly as she remembered it. Nothing in the apartment seemed out of place. Everything had its own place. In fact, the whole apartment was so immaculately cleaned and organized. Just like Hannah. It even smelled like her, too. The faint smell of lavender sat in the air.
Yet even as Marie walked through the apartment, she couldn’t hear anything. The air was unbelievably still. Almost as if the entire apartment was empty. But if the apartment was empty, then where would Hannah be? Why would she just leave her car parked in front of the apartment complex? Where else could she have gone and how? Things just weren’t adding up here.
The hallway finally ended, leaving Marie facing the family room. Her jaw dropped when she noticed that Hannah’s phone was resting on the coffee table. It was the new iPhone 8. Hannah waited all day and night in line to get that phone. It was her first phone, too, and because of that, she never left the house without it. To see it just lay around now was absolutely worrying.
Still, though, Marie held onto the small amount of hope that she had in her best friend. Maybe she’s just sleeping, Marie thought. If I go into her room now, I can wake her up and this whole nightmare will be over. Trying to keep herself calm, she began tip-toeing in the direction of Hannah’s bedroom, a place she had visited so many times that she knew it like the back of her hand.
When she opened the door, Marie let out a heart-wrenching scream.
Instead of finding Hannah sleeping peacefully on her bed, she found Hannah’s dead body hanging limply from the ceiling fan.
[May 2017]
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Dump the Chump
It has taken me 23 times to post this here cause I am old. For @petalstofish @elanev91 and @levins18 who think I am funny. Hope you laugh on this shit holiday. ON FFN ps. thanks for the prank and name elle
Sirius Black was in a major dilemma.
It was his 6th year and it was February 9th.
As was tradition in Marauder land, Sirius was responsible for the Valentines Day Prank.
Through a variety of circumstances, all of which could be blamed on someone else, Sirius found himself less than a week away from the prank with not a fucking inkling of a plan.
He had tried to get out of it- claiming that it was he who saved James' arse on Halloween but was out voted 4 to 1 which was total bullshit because it was he who made Lily Evans a tentative honorary member of the Marauders on November 13.
When they were coming back at dawn from the full moon and were approached by Slughorn, Lily had appeared out of nowhere and spun some cock and bull story about trying to gather some fucking plant in the moonlight but she had gotten lost and that "these three brave boys saved my life professor". Then after that she hadn't asked them a fucking thing about it except "Remus alright then" before giving them some sleeping potions and saying she would cover for them the next day. Sirius decided right then and there that Lily Evans was the only one good enough for his best mate and decided to make being a matchmaker his fucking mission and life and decided that the first step was to fully indoctrinate Lily Evans into their world.
Lily Evans who was supposed to fucking help him with the prank as her final task. Lily Evans who had seamlessly fallen into place with them for meals, pranks and quidditch games. Lily who had slowly been working her way into his heart since August 22.
Lily Evans, who became a bloody fucking traitor on New Years Eve when on some stupid potions trip for advanced students over Christmas Holidays she decided it would be a good idea to snog and start dating 7th year Ravenclaw prefect and overall douchebag, Nigel C. Babbington.
If Lily had just fucking listened to him and ditched the nerd trip and gone on a proper holiday with the Potters and Sirius he was sure he would be planning double dates and enjoying hanging out with his best mates' girlfriend.
Instead, all through the spring, he was stuck listening to Nigel C. Babbington discuss the proper thickness of a cauldron or how dry lavender needed to be to properly enhance the consistency of the potion. The worst part- was that James was unbothered by this development.
On the 15th of January, he tried to broach the subject with James.
"Look, mate, I'm just happy that Lily is my friend," James said "And Babbs isn't even that bad- his whole speech about aerodynamics really helped us get ahead with Hufflepuff in that match. And if Lily likes him- we have to like him….or at least tolerate him"
"His middle name is Clive- CLIVE. NIGEL. CLIVE. BABBINGTON." Sirius complained "He won't even let us call him Babbs. What sort of bloke asks to be called 'Nigel'"
"Apparently the kind of bloke Lily wants to date" James responded cheerily "Anyways- I promised my mate Evans that I'd help her with transfiguration while Babbs has rounds"
This put Sirius in such a foul mood he didn't even eat dessert that evening. Lily, of course, noticed and asked him if he was alright.
"I'll be alright once you dump the chump, Evans," he said
Lily narrowed her eyes and responded "Nigel? He is a perfectly nice bloke"
"HIS NAME IS NIGEL!" Sirius exploded and stomped dramatically from the hall.
On January 26, Sirius put a plan into place. Anytime Lily Evans entered the Gryffindor common room- he would start the chant of "dump the chump dump the chump" and through his charisma (and paying off some third years) all present would join in.
After 6 days of this, Sirius was sure Lily would crack under the pressure and either scream at him, dump Nigel C. Babbington or both.
But nothing had happened. Lily would smile and wave during the chants and carry on as usual. She knew Sirius was behind it and was treating him just as she always did.
It was driving him bloody mad. And the worst of all was that Nigel C. Babbington was actually fucking growing on him.
When every morning Sirius greeted him with an "Oi! Babbs- has Evans dumped you yet?" across the great hall, Fucking Nigel C. Babbington would respond with something that was either so clueless or brilliant Sirius was stunned to silence for the first time in his life. He could never tell if Babbington was sincere or fucking with him.
"Not yet but I'm hoping before charms let's out"
"No, unfortunately, I guess I have to put up with her obsession with dolphins a little longer"
"Sorry Sirius, I seriously fancy her"
And so on and so on.
It had been two weeks of chanting, musical numbers about why dumping Nigel C. Babbington was a great idea, and several strategically placed fliers.
By February 9, Sirius was running out of money, running out of ideas, tired of the dump the chump chants himself and tired of the daily interaction he had brought in himself with Fucking Nigel Clive Babbington.
Today's interaction was met with a "Well I haven't seen her yet today- have you?"
And Sirius was forced to an annoyingly long interaction that included discussing the weather and other mundane topics. He somehow excused himself and got to class on time.
Near the end of the day he was wandering the halls considering his misfortune and starting to consider a full-out panic attack about his as of yet unplanned prank when we saw Nigel Fucking Babbington walking towards him. Like the pro mischief maker, he was- Sirius ducked into a broom closet avoid a second interaction with said douchebag when he ran into one Lily Evans.
"Evans what the fuck?!"
"Shhh!SHUTTHEFUCKUPSIRIUSIMHIDINGYOUASSHAT" Lily said clamping a hand over his mouth
They stood very very still until the footsteps faded.
Lily removed her hand muttering "Thank God"
"Hiding from the Chump Evans?"
"No" Lily said a little too quickly and a little too defensively.
"Oh HO! You are. Shall I call for him then?"
"'NO- I mean YES- FUCK "
"Evans….." Sirius drawled "Do we need to chat about Nigel C. Babbington"
Lily just groaned and started hitting her head against the door.
"Evans... "
Holding her fingers on her forehead in an exasperated gesture Lily said "Fine. Grab the fire whiskey and I'll meet you in the usual spot in 15 minutes"
"HUZZAH!" Sirius cheered "We shall fix your problem and my problem with one chat!"
"You just want to get me drunk to plan your prank," Lily said- poking him in the chest before opening the door of the broom closet.
"Too right, but now I want to know why you're hiding from Nigel Fucking Babbington before dinner," Sirius asked as they started down the hall
"His middle name is Clive" Lily said stopping short "I'll grab us something to eat from the kitchens"
Three hours later, Sirius and Lily found themselves in the shrieking shack with a solid plan for the Valentines Prank and two bottles of Firewhiskey emptied.
After a particularly wonderful reenactment of what James trying to train the squid to dance might've looked like, Sirius decided to try his luck.
"Alright Evans" Sirius started "you've avoided it enough. Why are you hiding from Babbington?"
"His name is Nigel" Lily reminded him and then added, frowning " Nigel is very particular. He hates nicknames. And loudness and quidditch and pranks and drinking and coffee and worst of all" here, Lily lowered her voice to a whisper "he hates Christmas"
"EVANS- how" Sirius started but was by interrupted by Lily whacking him over the head
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT YOU KNOW. He told me he hated Christmas on January 25th when I started my 11 months until Christmas countdown and he said something like 'Oh pip pip Lily every perfectly normal boring person doesn't celebrate until Advent'. And I just knew that was the last straw and decided to dump him the next morning- AND THEN YOU" Lily continued- poking Sirius in the chest "Started your bloody 'DUMP THE CHUMP' campaign and my stubbornness won out over my love of Christmas. I had to stay with him to just prove you wrong"
Before Sirius could interject she continued passionately,
"AND NOW HE IS TRYING TO MAKE VALENTINES DAY PLANS AND EVERYONE KNOWS THAT VALENTINES DAY IS 314 DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS AND THE BEST DAY TO PLANT A CHRISTMAS TREE. ITS LUCKY"
Again Sirius tried to question further and she poked him again
"And I didn't even really want to date him but stupid James was all 'No- don't come with us on holiday- go on your potions trip you've been looking forward to that' and now that I actually like the prat and have been dropping squid sized hints since Halloween he just sees me as a mate AND ACTUALLY LIKES NIGEL. So this is all your fault!"
There was frankly too much to process from her rant so Sirius just said "HE DOESN'T LIKE CHRISTMAS? THE HORROR" and pretended to faint
Lily made a noise somewhere between a growl and a scream and threw her shoe at Sirius.
"No….no Evans this is great! We can totally dump the chump"
"How?" Lily asked "I've been hiding from him for 3 days and really don't want to speak to him. I might explode. He is so boring!"
"Why are you even dating him?" Sirius asked, handing her shoe back to her "I've really been baffled"
"I thought he'd annoy James the most! But then they were all 'OH HO HO lets talk about math and quidditch and transfiguration'. He's a decent song though- and you know my sleazy tendencies" Lily said as she pulled the shoe back on
"Whenever you and James figure your shit out I am going on a long long trip"
"Oh shove off Sirius. I have to dump the chump first" Lily said, sighing "What am I going to say 'my mate Sirius is right- also you hate Christmas so I hope Santa brings you coal' "
"You should just send him an owl" Sirius suggested sarcastically
"That's a brilliant idea!" Lily exclaimed and jumped up "Come on- let's go to the owlery"
Lily Evans was surprisingly strong and quick for a short person who was drunk. Sirius had no idea how they had gotten to the owlery or what Lily had written as she cackled merrily. He only knew that she was in a much better mood as they entered the Gryffindor common room she was before they got to the owlery.
"Ta, Sirius. I️ do always enjoy our chats" Lily said and gave him a big hug "Tell all the lads to call off the chanting"
As he ascended the stairs, Sirius briefly wondered if he should've proofread the note but was so giddy that he had his prank planned, Evans had dumped the chump and even better she fancied his best mate so he brushed the thought aside.
This turned out to be a terrible idea he discovered the next morning at breakfast. Sirius was on his third plate of bacon and when he was accosted by one Nigel Clive Babbington.
"Where is she?" Nigel asked not at all in his usual calm and collected manner and shaking a piece of paper in Sirius' face.
Swallowing his bacon, Sirius casually asked "sorry- who?"
Nigel's left eye twitched and he slammed a letter down on top of Sirius' plate "Lily Evans- I️ believe you're familiar with her? And before you ask yes she has dumped me at 3am this morning BY OWL"
After picking up said letter, Sirius grabbed another piece of Bacon as he casually began to read
Dear Babbs,
On January 25, it came to my attention that you are an anti Christmas person.
I️ thought I️ could move past this fact but in the weeks since I've also discovered that your only redeeming quality is that you are good at snogging.
You're dead boring otherwise. I️ need more adventure in life. Would you want to sneak out and wreck havoc on the castle with me and blame it on Slytherin? I️ doubt it.
After much discussion with my legal counselor and life coach, Sirius Black, I have decided to dump you. Consider this on official document. We are dunzo, Babbs. It was ok while it lasted.
Good luck in your future relationships,
Lily Evans
PS. You're going to lose the quidditch game on Saturday
Taking a deep breath to keep himself from laughing (and to thank God for the marvel of Lily Evans) Sirius told Nigel in his "lawyer voice", "Right well, I believe my client was clear. No need to drag this on Babbs, really she thanks you for the snogs, I️ thank you for the laughs and now pip pip cheerio off with you mate"
Nigel gave a huff and stalked out of the great hall. Minutes later, Lily plopped down next to Sirius with a cheery "Hello" and stole a piece of bacon.
"You know, Evans, as your life coach and legal counsel I have to advise you to lay off the bacon."
Sputtering Lily said "He showed you?!"
"Yes, and honestly Lily it's the most beautiful letter I've ever read. I️ look forward to reading it in my best mans speech at you and Prongs' wedding"
Rolling her eyes and taking another piece of bacon Lily told him "He doesn't fancy me anymore. Hurry up- it's only 4 days until P day and we've got work to do"
"But I️ don't really want to do the work today"
Sirius whined
Lily gave him "The Look" and he packed up the remaining bacon and followed her out of the hall.
The next three days flew by. Prank planning Lily Evans was worse and more neurotic than prank planning James Potter. Sirius would be on his way to class or the kitchens or the great hall and would get dragged into some room by Lily Evans to "check the colors" or "make sure these two words rhyme".
He hadn't even had time to divulge The Discovery to James.
In fact, James Potter was still operating under the idea that Lily Evans was still dating one Nigel Clive Babbington. Until at dinner on February 13 he asked "Oi! Babbs- any big plans for Evans tomorrow?"
He was forced to a ten-minute lecture about Gryffindors and manners and several thinly veiled insults about the quid ditch's teams chances for the February 15th game.
"So….Lily dumped you then?" James asked with what he thought might seem like sympathy but he was just grinning like a loon.
"YES! By Owl!"
No one went to bed in a better mood than James Potter on February 13th.
The next day, however, Sirius awoke in an even better mood than James went to bed. The Prank was today. Lily Evans would maybe calm the fuck down after dinner and he could go back to a life of leisure and second breakfast.
For a prank planned in 5 days, it went off without a hitch. As students passed through the halls they were bathed in pink glitter and serenaded by the suits of armor which had been charmed to recite Lily's (purposely?) dreadful poetry
"Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Valentines Day is a shit holiday"
was Sirius' personal favorite
James, however kept singing
"Shall I compare you to a summers day?
No? Summer is gross and winter is too good for you"
The poet, however was nowhere to be found. Sirius was disappointed he was unable to bask in the post prank glory with Lily but forgot as he heard a new poem
"Dumped by an owl?
Don't be blue!
You'll date someone even more dull than you!"
And laughed his way up to the common room.
Later, Lily Evans returned to the common room covered in glitter and what looked like mud.
She plopped down next to Sirius and asked with eager eyes "So….how did it go?"
"Brilliant Lily! Honestly I was skeptical at first but it was great. People hated the glitter but that is their loss but everyone thought the poems were hilarious. Where were you?"
"Planting a Christmas Tree I told you!" She said as if this was normal
"Right- 310 days or something" Sirius said mockingly
"I wish. 314 but I'll survive. Tomorrow is quidditch after all and I do so look forward to Ravenclaw getting their arses handed to them. I best be off. Ta Sirius!" Lily said and stood up and skipped up the stairs.
At breakfast, Sirius and Lily were chatting happily, minding their own business, when once again Sirius found himself accosted by Nigel C Babbington.
"We really need to stop meeting like this Babbs" Sirius said exasperatedly
"I'd like a word with Lily," Nigel said, angrily
"My client has no further word on this matter and would like to ask you cease and diciest," Sirius said turning back to his bacon
"No, No" Nigel started "Lily has offended not only myself but my date yesterday"
"Moving on quite a bit fast, eh there Babbs?" Lily asked raising an eyebrow
"Well, you know that Francesca and I have been mates forever and I already has a date planned for you and so I took her, but then she heard the owl poem-"
"Which was therefore accurate," Lily interrupted Nigel "She is the dullest. You two should have beautiful dull Babbington babies. Now if you'd excuse me I have some bacon to tend to before the match"
Francesca, who was so dull Lily and Sirius hadn't even noticed her standing there- apparently found this to be the last straw. So she picked up the bowl of porridge and a jug of pumpkin juice and emptied the contents over Lily Evans head.
"Is that dull enough for you?" She shrieked and then Nigel followed out behind her
As they ran Lily called out "NEEDED SALT- PORRIDGE TASTES PRETTY BLAND"
At that moment James Potter walked into the hall and took in the scene before him, "Alright Evans?"
"Just peachy keen, Potter. You don't happen to have a jumper I could borrow do you? Something seems to have happened to mine?" She asked as she started to pick porridge out of her hair
"I just might," James said smiling and then saying "Scourgify" to help her finish cleaning it out.
"But if I let you borrow this jumper Evans you have to wear it to every quidditch match I play in- its my lucky jumper!"
"Yes Yes Fine. I solemnly swear now hand me the damn thing I'm cold!" she exclaimed
With much fanfare and dramatics, James took off his JAMES POTTER QUIDDITCH JUMPER to reveal his jersey.
Lily, who was over the spectacle quickly pulled it over her wet jumper and miraculously pulled the wet jumper off from underneath James' without showing any skin
"How do girls DO that?" Sirius marveled at her
"Practice" Lily responded cheekily "Now don't stand there gawking Potter- don't you have some Ravenclaws to defeat? They've now threatened my honor and your chivalrous enough to defend it"
"Ah, but my lady I am in need of a favor from thee to carry with me" James said and grabbed her hand and kissed it dramatically
Playing along Lily started "Ah fair knight, take my sodden jumper as a reminder that these dull Ravenclaws can sometimes be slightly interesting"
She handed him the wet jumper and James quickly transfigured it into a handkerchief (complete with the initials LE inside of a snitch) kissed it, held it over his heart and then pocketed it before saying
"I️ shall cherish it always and beat those pesky Ravens in your honor my lady! Now I shall take my bacon and rally the team" and sweeping out of the hall.
Lily watched him with a little more than amusement dancing in her eyes.
Sirius laughed and said "He only likes you as a mate. Keep telling yourself that Evans and it might come true"
"I will stab you with this fork, Sirius" Lily said and returned to her breakfast.
The game was actually somewhat painful to watch. Gryffindor had never been so aggressive and they demolished Ravenclaw 689 to 0. Any time Ravenclaw got close to scoring James would yell "For Lady Evans" and the rallying cry would be "For Evans".
At the end of the slaughter, Lily was slightly embarrassed but extremely flattered. She found herself on the arm of James Potter for most of the night who was still acting as a posh knight. She had never laughed so hard. She'd never had butterflies so strong but James was treating her as he treated all the Marauders so she was sure the feelings weren't reciprocated.
That was until James escorted her to the bottom of the girls staircase and said "Goodnight lady Lily" and kissed her gently.
Smiling she said "Goodnight sir James"
And even though it would take 130 days, 8 more "Chats with Evans", and another incident with the giant squid for them to actually, as Sirius said, "FINALLY GET THE FUCK TOGETHER"
(on 183 days until Christmas or June 25th for peasants)-
Both Lily Evans and James Potter went to bed on February 15th with the sense of anticipation you can only get when you're a little too young and a little too much in love.
#tumblr hates me#how do I read more#cigarettes for fanfics#robots loves petals more than Christmas aisle at Walmart#jilytober#robots writes
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Worst Day, Best Ending (Shaudrey).
A/N: So this sweet sweet prompt was sent by the amazing @gayassraulson on wattpad; Love, I really hope, with all my heart, I've done it right. Thank you so much for reading it guys, almost 2k readings that's a dream!! Please, give me feedback, It means the most to me! Also, if you have any prompts, please tell me! I love to write your prompts more than anything!. I personally don't feel really happy with this chapter, but I really hope you guys will like it! I'm sorry if it sucks :( okay okay, enough, enjoy <3 xoxo
“You should have died there! It was a fucking mistake letting you stay alive!” Matt screamed as he got closer to Shelby, who had teary blue eyes for the 100th time only this week; Since the couple had survived My Roanoke Nightmare things seemed to go downhill more than ever. The lovers used to always support each other, sharing a feeling most people would never be able to experience, but since they first entered that big house everything seemed to vanish, leaving them only with sorrow and anger.
“I can’t believe you just said that, Matt” The blonde whispered, feeling her heart crushing once again; It was not their first fight, but she could had never thought the man would be able to go that fair, wishing for her death.
“You know I hate you Shelby! You know I can’t fucking stand you anymore!” Matt got closer to the woman, causing her to step back and crash her back into a wall.
“Why don’t you fucking leave me then?!” Shelby screamed, feeling her tears coming all the way down her cheeks.
“This house is mine, everything we have is mine, you’re just an useless yoga teacher!”
“Oh, please!” The woman pushed Matt away, since he was only some inches away from her body. “You’ve been lying on the couch for the last 3 months, living of my “useless” job, but you still dare to say everything we’ve got is because of your freaking money?!”
“Don’t you dare touching me” Matt hold Shelby arms harshly, pressing her against the wall once again. “I can fucking kill you if I want” The man hold even tighter, causing the blonde to let out a soundless scream as her tears kept coming harder and harder. “And trust me, I want it badly”. Saying the last words, Matt finally let his wife go, turning back and heading to their room as Shelby cried uncontrollably.
That’s enough, I just can’t keep living in this Hell. Shelby thought as she picked herself up from the floor, glancing trough the living room and soon finding the car keys; Without even bothering to pack anything the blonde left the house, only with her cellphone and the clothes on her body. As she started to drive she could feel herself crying harder and harder; She didn’t know where to go, who to talk; Since the couple had just moved to L.A. they didn’t really have any friends. I can’t go back, I just won’t survive to one more night like this....; As the blonde kept driving she couldn’t focus on the road, her tears were coming unbelievable hard and her sight was all messed up; As she decided to pull over she remembered she actually had someone; Someone really special who she tried the most to keep on the back of her mind. Without thinking twice, she took her phone and called to Audrey, hoping endlessly she would pick up.
“Hello?”
Shelby could hear the familiar British accent she loved so much, which instantly caused her to let out a little smile.
“Hi Audrey... I-I know it’s late but-”
“Darling! Are you crying?!” The actress cut the blonde.
“Yes, I, um... me and Matt we, we had another fight b-but this time i-it... it was much worse” The younger woman felt her tears coming once again as the hateful words Matt had said passed trough her head.
“Gosh! Are you okay? I mean physically” Audrey corrected herself quickly, cursing internally at her choice of words.
“Yeah, I’m j-just sad... and I h-have nowhere to go, actually” Shelby felt her voice getting lower as she spoke, a bit of embarrassment starting to show. “C-can I... stay the night with you?”
“Of course, sweetheart! You don’t even have to ask!”
“O-okay” Shelby felt her cheeks going red as a little smile once again popped out. “I’m coming, b-bye”
“Bye darling, take care!”
As the younger woman ended the call she took some deep breaths in order to calm herself down; As soon as her tears gave her a break she headed to Audrey’s house, being greeted with a smiling but concerned actress already waiting for her at the front door.
“Shelby, darling” Audrey hugged the younger woman instantly, softly caressing her back as she did so. “Come here, do you want some water?” The actress pulled apart and entered the house, taking Shelby with her.
“Y-yes, please, it would be great” Shelby answered shyly, feeling overwhelmed by the older woman’s caring attitude; Yes, they knew each other for a pretty long time, but it never even dared to cross Shelby’s mind that the actress might actually consider her a friend.
“Here” Audrey handed the woman a glass with water, watching cautiously as the woman drank it all straight.
“Thank you” Shelby smiled as she returned the glass, being returned with a concern smile from the other woman.
“Oh my Lord!” Audrey exclaimed, brown eyes opening wide as she stared at the younger blonde. “Shelby, your arms” Carefully, the actress placed the cup on a corner table, never taking her eyes away from the purple marks on the porcelain skin.
“Oh...” The younger woman took a look of her own arms, realizing the bruises all over. “I-it was nothing, don’t worry” Shelby tried covering herself with her own hands, smiling sadly at the actress.
“Let me see it, sweetheart” The older woman got closer to Shelby, carefully passing her fingertips at the bruised skin that was now on display. “I’m so sorry, Shel”
“It’s okay...” The younger woman stared at brown eyes, realizing they were already staring at blue ones.
“Come here, let’s get yourself comfortable” Audrey took Shelby’s hand, dragging her trough the living room and into her bedroom, stopping in front of a big closet. “You can take whatever you want, also there are towels on the bathroom, which is the first door on the right”
“A-Audrey you really don’t ha-”
“Shh” The actress smiled “I’ll be preparing us some food, you go and take a good shower”
Before Shelby could even process what was said she found herself alone at the big closet; Shyly, she started glancing around, eventually finding some sweatpants and a long sleeved t-shirt; Holding the clothes she made her way to the bathroom, feeling the delicious smell of lavender on the room. Carefully, the woman placed the clothes on the stand, undressing herself and stepping into the warm other.
30 minutes had already passed when Audrey decided to go check on Shelby; Walking to the bathroom door she started to hear low sobs as she got closer and closer, feeling her heart tightening itself as the sobs got louder.
“Sweetheart?” The actress spoke softly, standing right on the other side of the door. “Are you okay?”
“Y-yes, I’m s-sorry for taking too l-long” Shelby’s voice was stuffy, struggling to come over. “I’ll be o-out on a minute”
“It’s just fine, take your time darling” Audrey had a concerned tone, clearly audible. “Just tell me if you need anything”
“O-okay, thank you”
The actress smiled sadly at herself before heading to the kitchen again; As she started to get some plates out a lot of thoughts started invading her mind; Ever since the first time she met Shelby, back on the day she found out she was playing her, Audrey had always had a certain feeling for her; She found the woman absolutely gorgeous, and with a special personality; Every time she laid eyes on the woman she couldn’t help the butterflies on her stomach, always having to be careful for not letting her silly smile show.
“Hey...” Audrey’s sweet thoughts were cut by Shelby, who had red, puffy eyes and was shyly standing at the kitchen’s door.
“Hi sweetheart” The actress stared at the other woman, smiling sweetly at her and not being able to contain an even sweeter grin when she saw the blonde on her outfits. “I made us some lasagna” Audrey said hesitantly. “I don’t know if you like it but it was the only thing I had in mind and... I actually don’t know how to cook anything else”
“It’s more than amazing, Audrey” The younger woman let out a giggle, being overwhelmed once again by how caring the actress was being; Not to mention how cute. “Thank you, I mean it”
“Shh, you don’t have to thank me darling” The older woman rolled her eyes playfully. “C’mon, let’s eat!”
Both women made their way to the table and started to eat; Audrey had to admit she was a bit impressed with herself, since she barely knew how to cook rice and the dish was actually pretty good; As they finished eating Shelby insisted on washing the dishes, claiming the other woman had already done too much for her, but Audrey just kept answering with playfully “shh’s”, eventually causing the younger blonde to give up and sit on the couch, enjoying the actress’ sweet company.
“I know I’ve said it a million times but thank you, I promise tomorrow morning I’ll find somewhere else to stay” Shelby spoke as she stared at the older blonde, who was sat at the other side of the couch.
“Bullshit, Shelby! You’re staying with me for as long as you need”
“That’s... that’s really sweet of you, but Audrey I don’t want to bother, and I don’t even have my stuff to he-”
“You never bother, sweetheart” The actress cut the blonde, gently caressing her arm. “And I’m not letting you go back to that man, I don’t know what he said but the bruises already made my mind... tomorrow I’m taking you out for shopping and you can buy whatever you need”
Shelby’s heart skipped a bit as she heard the other woman’s words; Letting her stay there for the night was already too much on the younger blonde’s eyes, let alone living with her and even buying new things. But, for as much as she wanted to be independent right now, she just couldn’t; Audrey had a point after all, she wouldn’t last seeing Matt another time.
“A-Audrey, I...” The younger woman felt her eyes getting teary, all the words Matt had said passing inside her head on a looping.
“You don’t have to tell me anything, just accept it” The actress got closer to the blonde, softly hugging her and feeling the younger woman’s tears invading her shoulder. “It’ll be fine, I promise you” Softly, Audrey stroke Shelby’s golden locks, smiling at herself when she felt the younger blonde’s arms hugging her tighter.
“H-He said he wanted m-me dead” Shelby managed to whisper between sobs, never taking her head from her friend’s comforting shoulder. “He claimed h-he could kill m-me whenever he w-wanted... and h-he wanted it b-badly”. The woman’s sobs got even louder, which caused the actress to gently pull apart and stare into teary, blue eyes, softly wiping Shelby’s tears away.
“He won’t ever touch you again, Shel” Audrey spoke firmly, her eyes getting teary as she did so. “I won’t ever let he get close to you”. The actress caressed the blonde’s wet cheeks before pulling her closer to another hug; Long minutes passed by when the younger woman finally had stopped crying.
“Thank you, Audrey” Shelby smiled at the older woman sadly as she got her head up from the woman’s shoulder, calmly wiping her own tears.
“It’s just fine, darling” The actress smiled.
“I promise to give you all the money back as soon as I can” Shelby felt embarrassed once again, lowering her eyes at her lap.
“Sweetheart, you are way more important than any money” Audrey caressed the younger woman’s arm, causing her to stare at brown eyes. “Having you here, smiling, is more than enough”.
Shelby nodded shyly as she smiled, feeling more than thankful for having such a caring woman in her life; Soon, both women were already yawning while talking about random stuff; The actress couldn’t take her eyes away from her friend; How could someone this precious end up in such a situation? Audrey herself had never been a fan of Matt, she’d always known the man had something hiding, and she desperately tried to convince herself otherwise in order to see Shelby on a safe place, but until this day she just couldn’t, and now, having her beloved friend sitting with her at the couch after having to let her own house, she just felt more than a hundred percent sure of her guts.
“Audrey...” A sleepy Shelby softly spoke, glancing at her friend, who just laughed softly as she got up from the couch, being rewarded with a questioning look from the younger blonde.
“C’mon, I’m taking you to bed” . The actress helped the younger woman to get up from the couch, guiding them to her room and motioning for her to lay on the big bed.
“I’m not taking you out of your bed” The younger blonde stared at Audrey, who just let out a little laugh and rolled her eyes.
“Just lay down, darling, I can sleep on the couch”
“No way Audrey, you’ve already done too much”
“Fine” The actress climbed into the mattress, quickly getting under the covers and opening space for Shelby to join her.
“What?” The younger blonde stared at the older blonde confused.
“If I’m not sleeping at the couch neither are you, come here”
“Audrey you really don’t have to, it’s jus-”
“Just come here Shelby” The older woman laughed as she cut her friend, soon feeling the younger blonde climbing under the covers shyly.
“Thank you, I mean it... for everything” Shelby spoke softly, breaking the silence that was before present.
“Just rest, darling”
Shelby closed her eyes and breathed softly, feeling the sweet presence of her friend; For the worst her day had been, she was now sharing a bed with her secret lover, so it was actually a great end.
As the morning came so did the Sun, softly creeping into the room trough it’s windows. Audrey was the first one to wake up; She opened her eyes slowly and was greeted with an angelical face right next to her; The actress smiled as she carefully watched Shelby’s peaceful breaths, tracing imaginary patterns at her features. After some good 10 minutes the older woman decided it was a good idea to prepare breakfast; Normally, she would just eat whatever she had on her kitchen, but today was special; She had a special woman waking up with her, and she wanted to make sure her friend knew just how much she was loved. Carefully getting up from bed the older blonde gave Shelby once last sweet glance before heading to the kitchen, opening the fridge and being greeted with no big things; Audrey sighed as she got some eggs, motivated into doing the best omelet Shelby had ever had.
In less than 30 minutes the younger woman found herself alone on the big bed, softly inhaling her friend’s sweet lavender aroma; She rubbed her eyes slowly as she got up, heading out of the bedroom and feeling a delicious smell coming from the kitchen.
“Good morning, sleepyhead” The older woman smiled as soon as she saw Shelby entering the room. “Come eat, I made us breakfast”. Audrey pushed a chair from the table, which was already settled for the meal.
“Morning Audrey” Shelby answered shyly, making her way towards the table and sitting on it. “That’s so lovely, thank you”
“Shh, enough with thanking me sweetheart” The actress made her way to the table as well, never stopping smiling to the younger woman. “Did you sleep well?”. Audrey gently took a jar of orange juice, serving it into the two glasses.
“I did...”. How could I haven’t? Next to you...
“I’m glad you did, normally I move too much while sleeping” Both women shared a laugh, causing their eyes to meet but instantly follow another way.
“It was just perfect, I mean it... I missed sleeping this well”
The older woman smiled shyly, proceeding to start to serve the omelet; Soon both had already eat, and Audrey was now guiding both of them to her closet, motioning for Shelby to choose something, since after they were going shopping, as they had planned the night before. In less than an hour both were now entering the big mail, going straight to the actress’ favorite clothing store.
“Just choose whatever you want, darling” Audrey smiled excitedly, staring at the younger blonde.
“Okay...” Shelby grinned shyly, deciding not to protest anymore; In 15 minutes the blonde had already picked everything she wanted, deciding to take only the necessary. As the woman started to take her shirt off she heard the familiar, beloved British accent coming from the other side of the dressing room’s curtain.
“Sweetheart, do you need anything?”
“No sweetie, thank you”
The pet name caused the older woman to smile; As she was heading off the dressing room Audrey saw a beautiful, white jumper; The actress grabbed it quickly, not being able to take the younger blonde off of her mind.
“Shelby, I really think you’ll like what I got here” The older woman said happily, once again stopping by the dressing room’s curtains. “It’ll look lovely on you!”. Shelby opened the curtain hesitantly, sticking only her head out to see the other woman.
“This is really beautiful” The blonde smiled shyly, being once again overwhelmed by all the older blonde’s acts.
“Try it!”
Shelby took the jumper and closed the curtain, soon putting it on and checking herself on the mirror; Audrey was right, it was a beautiful piece, and it fitted the younger woman beautifully.
“I want to see it!” The actress smiled, waiting for Shelby to come out; Shyly, the younger blonde stepped out of the cabinet, stopping only some feet away from her friend; Audrey felt her eyes glowing; She was right, it looked perfect. “Do you like it?”. Shelby only nodded, her pink cheeks contrasting perfectly with the light piece of cloth. “It looks ever prettier on you”.
“You always have the best taste” Blue eyes met brown ones; Unconsciously, the younger woman felt herself stepping closer to the actress, softly resting her hands at the woman’s lower back. “You’re the best, Audrey... I’m so incredibly lucky for having you in my life”
“Shhh...” Audrey grinned unbelievably wide, softly caressing her friend’s cheek, brushing her thumb at the plump, pink lips, causing Shelby to let out a heavy breath while shutting her eyes gently.
“You’ve done so much for me already, but...” The younger blonde whispered, her heart beating incredibly fast. “Would you kiss me?”. Without being able to even process what she had just said, Shelby was rewarded with two soft lips pressing on hers; They pulled apart only when air became a problem, both sharing a shy smile.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long...” The actress whispered while stroking the other woman’s hair. “I- I love you, Shelby”.
“I love you too” The younger woman felt her eyes getting teary as she stared into chocolate oceans. “I mean it, I really do”. Audrey smiled as she felt a tear coming all the way down her cheek, reconnecting their lips once again as she felt herself complete for the first time.
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Really LONG CHARACTER SURVEY.
RULES. repost, don’t reblog !!
TAGGED. no one in particular.
TAGGING. @oceanxcbeauty @wingsofhubris @seafled @saecris @canisbitch && anyone else that wants to do it.
BASICS.
FULL NAME : Night Hellebore
NICKNAME : Nuit
AGE : 18
BIRTHDAY : November 20
ETHNIC GROUP : Mistralian
NATIONALITY : Mistralian
LANGUAGE / S* : Remnant’s equivalent of English. He knows the basics of French and a few Latin words.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION : homosexual
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : biromantic
RELATIONSHIP STATUS : taken by Ebene Darwitch nearer the end of his first year at Beacon, and single by the end and onward.
SOCIOECONOMIC CLASS : lower class
HOMETOWN / AREA : Mistral
CURRENT HOME : Beacon
PROFESSION : hunter in training
PHYSICAL.
HAIR : black messy nest of long hair with a blue tinted fringe.
EYES : dull grey
NOSE : regular.
FACE : smooth and averagely sized, not much definition on the cheekbones.
LIPS : pale regular.
COMPLEXION : fair skinned.
BLEMISHES : none.
SCARS : light scars on knee and a small burn mark on his left hand thumb.
TATTOOS : right arm shoulder and chest with an abstract image of a panther running through a field of stars, which are a specific constellation that Night finds pretty.
HEIGHT : 6′
WEIGHT : 140 lbs
BUILD : Slight, with some lean muscle.
NOTABLE FEATURES : A panther tail, dark black fur.
ALLERGIES : bullshit
USUAL HAIR STYLE : insanely messy and all over the place, typical bed head look but styled to look that way. Long fringe and slightly shorter sides.
USUAL FACE LOOK : content. Doesn’t have resting bitch face.
USUAL CLOTHING : sleeveless hoodie cut diagonally across and separated into black and white, with the hood being black. Black slim fit jeans and similarly coloured combat boots don his lower half. As for accessories, he wears a thin chain around his neck that connects to a vial filled with lavender petals, and when not wearing his weapon he wears several bracelets. On his jeans, a chain stretches across and around his right side and carries vials of dust usually.
PSYCHOLOGY.
FEAR / S : Nyx’s nightmares. The effects of Nyx’s Nightmares has been known to cause shell shock in the most damaged people’s minds, Night worries that if one day Nyx needs to use Night as part of his semblance, the fear he would experience would be incomparable to anything he’d ever experienced before. Also, the middle of the ocean, open spaces.
ASPIRATION / S : to find someone who he can share his life with in comfort, without the pain of the real world. To be with his brother forever and to have a lot of close friends. He wishes to be talented and respected alike, and wants to better himself as a hunter in order to achieve the respect he feels he deserves.
POSITIVE TRAITS : academically intelligent, optimistic, patient, loving, tolerant, good listener, modest.
NEGATIVE TRAITS : quick to judge, lazy, defeatist, doesn’t stand up for himself, poor memory.
MBTI : ENFP-T (campaigner)
ZODIAC : scorpio
TEMPEREMENT : phlegmatic
SOUL TYPE / S : hunter, caregiver, thinker
ANIMALS : swan
VICE HABIT / S : stress smoking, fidgeting, incapability to sit still, clicking fingers randomly..
FAITH : atheist.
GHOSTS ? : yes.
AFTERLIFE ? : no.
REINCARNATION ? : maybe.
ALIENS ? : definitely yes.
POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : he hates politics.
ECONOMIC PREFERENCE : he does fine as is with minimum wage job considering he’s a faunus and all.
SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION : n/a
EDUCATION LEVEL : Hunter in training.
FAMILY.
FATHER : Jaime Erebus
MOTHER : Lavender Hellebore
SIBLINGS : Nyx Hellebore
EXTENDED FAMILY : Paternal grandparents and large extended family in Vale, maternal cousin in Mistral.
NAME MEANING / S : Night, the colour of the sky, and Hellebore, a flower representing scandal and calumny..
HISTORICAL CONNECTION ? : Bagheera the panther from the Jungle Book.
FAVORITES.
BOOK : he never liked reading as a kid, he struggled to maintain focus. The only book he’s ever really read is the book of the language of flowers.
MOVIE : superhero films are the one for him. And anything to do with space too.
5 SONGS : Jet Black Heart, RUN, Missing You, A Sky Full Of Stars, Work For It.
DEITY : he wishes.
HOLIDAY : Remnants equivalent of Christmas/Easter/New Year.
MONTH : November
SEASON : Autumn
PLACE : Mistral, where his mother is buried beneath a great willow tree.
WEATHER : clear skies and no breeze.
SOUND : bird song.
SCENT / S : lavender.
TASTE / S : profiteroles.
FEEL / S : Ebene’s jumper.
ANIMAL / S : felines.
NUMBER : 3.
COLORS : midnight blue.
EXTRA.
TALENTS : fighting, leadership, balance, flexibility, agility, moderate artistic capability, guitar, piano, singing, emphasising with others, comforting others
BAD AT : directions, taking heavy hits, inspiring others, arguing, stopping himself from thirsting over hot dudes, commitment, forgetting where he puts things.
TURN ONS : everything.
TURN OFFS : intimidatingly huge people.
HOBBIES : flower arranging, performing musically, running.
TROPES : panther stereotypes, lonesome likes to climb trees and lazy.
AESTHETIC TAGS : midnight blue, smoke, night, black, dark,
QUOTES : (1) “ Now, now. I know how you feel. But you must remember, Mowgli. Greater love hath no one than he who lays down his life for his friend.” - Bagheera (2) “ This is the law of the jungle it's old and it's true as the sky And the wolf that should keep it may prosper but the wolf who will break it must die. For the strength of the pack is the wolf and the strength of the wolf is the pack.” - Bagheera & others
FC INFO.
MAIN FC / S : Jong Won Jin
ALT FC / S : Sadao Maou
OLDER FC / S : N/A
YOUNGER FC / S : N/A
VOICE CLAIM / S : Lu Han
GENDERBENT FC / S : N/A
MUN QUESTIONS.
Q1 : if you could write your character your way in their own movie , what would it be called , what style would it be filmed in , and what would it be about ?
A1 : A movie similar in style to Final Fantasy XV: Kingsglaive mixed with Harry Potter, with things happening fairly fast and being rather beautiful and showing off all the magic of this world before it turns dark and transforms from light hearted to desperate and fast as the movie or movie series continues.
Q2 : what would their soundtrack / score sound like ?
A2 : I love the soundtrack for Doctor Who, so maybe something along those lines for the first half of Night’s story, which then transitions into something much darker and heavier as the going gets tougher.
Q3 : why did you start writing this character ?
A3 : It was actually in like year 10, when I was about 14 me and my friend started watching RWBY and we made up ourselves a bunch of teams and it was just for fun as we created weapons and stuff and used our elements that we discovered on an online test and were really proud of as semblances for these characters. We then morphed a bunch of our other friends into characters and soon we had 3 teams of 4. And at the time we were just sorta throwing ideas around about RWBY and stuff until one day I decide to write a story about these characters and my friend was kinda pressuring me into putting us into story form and at first I was like, yeah it’ll be cool, but I soon realised I wanted something more serious than that, and rewrote every single character and only maintained some of the major traits. I didn’t want to feel like I was writing a story about them so I changed their names their personalities and their backgrounds and carried on. Then it came to tumblr roleplaying and I decided that in order to develop Night, the oc I based off of myself at first, I needed to make him as different to me as possible. And tumblr is really helping me do that, now I don’t feel trapped in this mindset where I feel like I’m writing in some vain perspective about myself, and Night has become an entity separate to me but still close to me, and I feel a lot more freedom to change him into something greater.
Q4 : what first attracted you to this character ?
A4 : I’m just incredibly proud of him. The backstory I’ve created for him has taken me almost a year to formulate, and I’m still not quite 100% certain on the details, but I think for what it is currently it deserves some credit.
Q5 : describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.
A5 : I think the biggest thing I disliked originally was how self insert Night felt. Now though, after I’ve changed him up a whole lot, that isn’t an issue, so I suppose the biggest thing now is how uninspiring he is. Like I don’t really write him as much of a leader despite being one, but maybe that’s just him being lazy. I’m not really sure.
Q6 : what do you have in common with your muse ?
A6 : Now? Not much apart from some elements of the backstory. I chose to do that because I think it’d be easier to write a character going through similar things to what I’ve gone through. Other than that, probably our patience and tolerance.
Q7 : how does your muse feel about you ?
A7 : “awkward, and terrible at breaking habits.”
Q8 : what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ?
A8 : Nyx, his brother, as they have a strange sibling relationship. Timber Wolfe, his closest friend and wisest person Night knows, but she’s got the mind of a 27 year old.
Q9 : what gives you inspiration to write your muse ?
A9 : every oc blog I see on tumblr.
Q10 : how long did this take you to complete ?
A10 : two days lmao.
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Accepted - Kyle Broflovski
Mun Information
NAME: Abel
AGE: 22
PRONOUNS: They/Them
TIMEZONE: BST
RP EXPERIENCE: Coming up to about 10+ years roughly. As Kyle, it’s been about half of that.
ACTIVITY LEVEL: I’m a third year university student trying to secure my degree so if I’m not posting on tumblr, you can catch me on discord being active.
OTP/NOTP: Cryle (Craig x Kyle) is my OTP for Kyle. It’s underappreciated, but works very well when done right. I don’t really have a NOTP for Kyle, but I guess I really love Style (Stan x Kyle) as best bros!
DISCORD: Cosmicvoyance#8937
ANYTHING ELSE: Please don’t roleplay or reblog any animal abuse or neglect!
Muse Information
NAME: Kyle Broflovski
AGE: 17
GENDER: Cis-male
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
BIRTHDAY: 26th May 2000
OCCUPATION: Student | Apothecary Assistant
SPECIES: Witch
POWER: Telekinesis
CHARACTER APPEARANCE:
Face Claim: Matthew Clavane
Puberty has relaxed Kyle’s once tightly knit curls into loose ringlets, that either drape to the nape of his neck, or they get tied up into a messy man bun. His eyes are a hazel green, though more on the brown side; the green is usually not that noticeable unless seen in bright light, or being close enough to get a good look at his eyes in general. He has a few light freckles that do appear during the summer months if South Park is lucky enough to receive some sun, but he tries to avoid this by plastering on a lot of sunscreen, lest he burn.
He still maintains all of his canonical scars from the show, the most obvious of those being the tiny faint outlines around the corners of his mouth from the Human CentiPad. His diabetes has put him in rather poor health, making Kyle quite thin, but relatively lean. He isn’t that tall, either, after the damaging surgery to his knees in his youth that stunted a bit of his growth, causing him to be stuck at the short stand of 5’7’’.
CHARACTER HISTORY:
Kyle is somewhat aware of his power, though in denial about it. He’s displayed some ability with telekinesis in past episodes of the show, though he contributes those memories to the severe trauma he went through in his youth. Sometimes in the height of emotions, things will randomly fall off his shelf, though again he doesn’t try and attribute it to anything supernatural; the thought terrifies him deep down. He’s been hospitalised after a rather serious diabetic attack during middle school, where his health began taking a rather extreme turn for the whist for a little over a month – he’s more or less recovered, but it’s taken a lot of mental impact on the redhead as a result.
After reaching high school, Kyle began drifting from his usual set of friends and began to engage with more like-minded people who not only shared his classes, but also interests; he’s not as close to the main four as he used to be, as a circumstance of high school pulling them apart. He does miss being able to hang around with Stan especially, though now finds himself within the company of people such as Tweek, Craig, or Wendy.
In terms of family, Sheila has been very overbearing and protective of Kyle since his health scare in middle school; he resents it, despite understanding her concern. As a result he has very rarely been to many high school parties, or really participated much in typical teenage activity – it took Sheila a lot of convincing just for her to allow Kyle to get a part-time job so he could save up some extra money for college. It’s had a profound effect on social experiences as a result.
CHARACTER PERSONALITY:
Positive: Determined, intelligent, intuitive, passionate, decisive
Neutral: Stubborn, judgemental, emotional, independant, altruistic
Negative: Argumentative, hot-headed, self-conscious, impatient, opinionated
MBTI: INFJ
Ennegram: 1w2
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Being under a lot of stress from trying to maintain his GPA and keep his life in a healthy balance, Kyle generally doesn’t have much patience for bullshit these days. While he’s still prone to bouts of emotionally fuelled anger, a lot of his aggression tends to spill out in sarcastic venom, as he has very little energy to spare now he’s in his senior year.
There is a underlying longing of wanting to break out of his long-standing routine, and the desire for something wild and unpredictable to happen to him, or the town, similar to how it was when he was a kid. Even through the trauma of some of the events, no one really gets comfortable in a normal, mundane life – not even Kyle Broflovski. However, the anxiety and desperate need to constantly be in control has been too overwhelming for him to just let go, and live in the moment as of yet.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
There had to be some sort of bitter irony in working at a natural medicine store; at least, worryingly ironic. The amount of people who bustled into the shop on a day to day basis demanding all sorts of plants and herbs for their natural remedies alarmed the redhead. Alas, he still found himself biting back the urge to blurt out how utterly stupid these new age health theorists were in wasting their cash on a load of bullshit, when their health insurance could probably cover actual medication to help with their backaches.
Yet, he needed the job. Okay, he didn’t need the job, but it was a refreshing break away from the confines of the four dismal walls of his childhood room in the after hours of the school week; a break from the sting of his mother’s piercing wail, and nostril flaring dragon breath. It was worth forcing an overly friendly smile to customers who would idly praise the concoctions and potioncraft over actual medical assistance. Actual. Medical. Resistance. Kyle had never been too good at biting his tongue, but if he forced himself to keep up the reputable customer service appearance, he was pretty certain he’d end up chewing right through the tongue muscle and swallowing his silence.
At least he was able to refill his cup with endless amounts of coffee through the day.
“I asked for a medium to fine grind of the lavender, sir. This is a fine grind, so I’d appreciate a refund, or for you to do it again.” A middle-aged woman with a rather thick city accent complained, holding up her bag of what might as well have been fairydust to Kyle. He’d been in the middle of climbing up the rather unstable wooden ladder to place a different jar back into its resting place, and paused midway. This lady – she always insisted on coming here, and every time she had something to complain about.
With slow steps, the redhead returned back to ground level and approached the front desk with a pained grimace forced upon his lips. “I’m so sorry to hear that. Do you want the refund or the–”
“Ugh. It’s you again. Every time you grind up my herbs, you do it wrong.” She interrupted with a flustered expression, and slammed her cheaply manicured hands down onto the desk. “I’d like to speak to your supervisor instead. You’re messing with my energy…”
Breathe, Kyle. Breathe.Anger bubbled inside him the longer she continued to drabble on, and he dug his nails into the underside of the desk in an attempt to try and release the frustration. The customer was always right. Apparently. Or, whatever they had to be. More like this customer was always a right bitch.
“…and I don’t think some sort of teenage hipster should be bandwagoning on such a sacred method of religion–”
Something snapped in the back of Kyle’s head – yet before he could hurl any verbal abuse her way, something else hurled straight at her instead – the lukewarm remains of Kyle’s half empty coffee mug he’d left on the counter from the start of his shift. Now, the cup was teetering at the edge of the table with the threat of cascading the floor below, and the lady stood there with a gape in her mouth, and drenched in espresso. At least the lavender was fine.
Though, how on earth did the cup manage to douse her in its contents?
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