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dreaming-of-assclass · 3 years

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Do you have any science project group headcanons like for groups like Nagisa, Kayano, Maehara, and Kataoka that were grouped for science class like in season 1 episode 5 (Assembly Time)

Oooooh! Love asks like these!!! 💚

And thanks to this post by the awesome @/greengargouille, we know all the canon groups!

Itona and Ritsu aren’t in official groups, so I put them in where I thought they’d fit in best!

1. Isogai, Mimura, Nakamura, Okano

Wow...I forgot that Nakamura and Okano were ever in the same group

But I love it because I HC their friendship to be a casual but hella fun one

Isogai and Mimura are old friends from last year! I imagine there’s slight awkwardness on Mimura’s side given that they’re in different friend groups now. But Isogai is very friendly and aware, so it passes pretty soon

Nakamura is one of the biggest causes of Isogai’s headaches lmao. But hey, at least they’re on the same wavelength academically.

POOR OKANO. SHE IS A JOCK SURROUNDED BY ACADEMICS.

Well at least she’s interested in science and it’s her best subject. She still feels bored unless they’re dealing with physics, then she’s completely on top of her game.

Nakamura and Okano are the chaotic half. Isogai and Mimura are the ones who wanna get shit done. Unless the girls manage to drag poor Mimura into doing dumb stuff

Have I ever told you guys that once in my Chemistry lab, one of my friends and I managed to break the sink faucet? Like we destroyed it lmfao

That is Nakamura and Mimura friendship energy ngl

Okano is one of Isogai’s most dependable close friends, but she also loves to annoy him for no reason sometimes.

So she’ll ask obvious questions with a smug smile, trying to watch his patience explode. But jokes on her because Isogai has an infinite amount of patience sadly

2. Kurahashi, Yada, Takebayashi, Kimura

They’re a...fairly productive group lmao

Tbh I don’t think Kurahashi is the type to really pay attention to any science outside of biology like me

So she’ll be a BEAST when it comes to that and get 100′s on everything. But like in chem and physics, she’s not as great

Yada is the best at design and organization, so she always takes that job. Making colorful presentation slides? She got it. Need to type up the final report in a google doc? Yep, she’s your girl

Kimura is a gremlin, like I always say. He’s the clown of the group lmfao and will spend more time stalling and messing around than doing actual work

He also tends to lowkey distract Kurahashi with unrelated convos. He tries to talk to Yada too, but she goes into girlboss mode and ignores him

Guys, everyone give it up for Takebayashi. King is hard carrying this entire group

He’s the one who stays the most focused but on occasion can be distracted by Kimura bringing up topics they’re both into, like certain comics or something.

Kurahashi and Yada also can get caught up in their own conversations since they’re besties. Also they will roast the boys all they want, if they feel like it.

All around, they’re kind of a mediocre group haha

3. Nagisa, Kayano, Maehara, Kataoka, Ritsu

Woah I LOVE this combination of students

I couldn’t help but add Ritsu here hehe. I also like the idea that she’s kind of attached to Kataoka in the beginning, considering all their moments together in canon.

Nagisa and Kataoka act like parent friends, as usual. They’re the ones who wanna work diligently and just get things done.

Maehara and Kayano are the more lenient ones haha. They’ll claim that they have low attention spans. Both Kayano and Maehara much prefer labs and getting to do cool science stuff, at least.

Also!! It’s good that they’re in this group because they’re social types who can reach out to other groups and get help/answers from them ^^

Kataoka, sighing: “Well, Maehara, at least you have a talent for networking, I guess.”

Ritsu is in between the lenient side and the diligent side. She’s very good at science and can do her work very well!! But sometimes she gets swayed by Maehara and Kayano’s fun attitudes and doesn’t concentrate haha

Kayano keeps getting flustered whenever she’s sitting right besides Kataoka haha. Bonus points if their arms brush or she has to lean over her or something.

Also best believe there’s lots of Big-brother-Maehara and Little-brother-Nagisa moments

4. Kanzaki, Hazama, Yoshida, Muramatsu, Terasaka

So...this is basically just AU where Kanzaki joins the Disaster Squad lmfao

Hazama, Yoshida, Muramatsu, and Terasaka are already besties, we know this. They’re probably totally used to working together.

Enter Kanzaki. A newcomer.

Lmao I don’t think she’d be totally friendly at first. I think she’d be polite but distant, and barely speak up unless they were discussing.

Sgsjhakdj who thought putting the squad together was gonna lead to productivity, they’re probably gonna create so much chaos lmao

Something definitely explodes at least once.

They’re dealing with an acidic chemical and literally the whole class manages to not get burned, except for Terasaka.

Yoshida voice: “dude you had ONE job”

After a couple classes, Kanzaki breaks out of her shell more and more, and she gets pretty chill with them.

She’s closest with Hazama, and they like to roast the boys at times. Also have random literature discussions that drive Terasaka crazy. “Can y’all not? Like this is literally physics class?”

The squad teasing Yoshida about his crush on Kanzaki whenever he blushes or stutters talking to her

Idk why but I really like the idea of a Kanzaki and Muramatsu friendship

5. Hayami, Okuda, Karma, Chiba, Okajima

AWKWARD

THIS IS SUCH AN ODD GROUP LMAO

My bestie Nao made a post on them before which I love

And yeah...I don’t have much to add lol.

Chiba and Karma definitely join forces to insult Okajima at some point

Okajima kind of constantly digs himself into a grave with stupid comments. He almost dies after pointing out how Karma and Hayami act like cats

Okuda doesn’t have to carry the group that much since they’re all fairly smart for the most part. But if you want verified answers, then yeah definitely check in with her

6. Sugino, Fuwa, Hara, Sugaya, Itona

I think this is a really cute and funny group

Sorry, couldn’t resist adding Itona mainly because Hara is in it, and I would love their interactions in a schoolwork-group setting

Tbh?? None of them are very sciency lmao, so they’re that one group you always see in irl class that are very lost. And they’re super vocal about how confused they are adjkhjda

Sugaya, yelling across the room: “Can someone help us? Please?”

Hara takes the reins as leader but more in like a “getting everyone organized and harmonious” way

Sugino takes the charge in the actual lesson work and lab stuff, but he really shouldn’t lmao. I love the boy, he’s a talented genius in so many ways, but he leads them to chaos

Fuwa surprisingly isn’t as vocal in these groups as she usually is. In fact, it’s a little concerning how quiet she- WAIT FUWA ARE YOU REALLY WRITING FANFICTION IN THE MIDDLE OF OUR LAB

#fuwagotexposed

Itona, as usual, is around to make blunt and sarcastic comments that are in no way helpful. If you voice this to him, he will insult your intelligence even more while still looking adorable

He especially comes at Sugino and Sugaya, who feel very attacked. Like?? WHAT DID I DO TO YOU ITONA?

I feel like...while the group descends into confused chaos, Itona just watches with blunt criticisms. Then in the very last seven minutes of class, he takes over and finishes the assignment with 100% accuracy

Sugaya: “YOU LITTLE BASTARD GENIUS-”

Sugino: “WHY DIDN’T YOU DO THIS EARLIER?”

#assclass #ansatsu kyoushitsu #assassination classsroom #headcanons #3-e #shdkfhsdkas i didn't expect to enjoy the last group until i started writing them #now im obsessed with this dynamic haha #they give me sitcom vibes

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lov3nerdstuff · 3 years

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Voluptas Noctis Aeternae {Part 6.11}

*Severus Snape x OC*

Summary: It is the year 1983 when the ordinary life of Robin Mitchell takes a drastic turn: she is accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Despite the struggles of being a muggle-born in Slytherin, she soon discovers her passion for Potions, and even manages the impossible: gaining the favor of Severus Snape. Throughout the years, Robin finds that the not quite so ordinary Potions Professor goes from being a brooding stranger to being more than she had ever deemed possible. An ally, a mentor, a friend... and eventually, the person she loves the most. Through adventure, prophecies and the little struggles of daily life in a castle full of mysteries, Robin chooses a path for herself, an unlikely friendship blossoms into something more, and two people abandoned by the world can finally find a home.

General warnings: professor x student, blood, violence, trauma, neglectful families, bullying, cursing

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Read Part 1.1 here! All Parts can be found on the Masterlist!

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It was that time of the year again before Robin knew. As always, christmas had approached fast and suddenly rather than steadily, but the festive spirit had been long evident throughout the entire month of December. The holidays this year looked a little different than usual though; Cas had been asked by a fifth year student to attend the new year's ball with him, upon which she spontaneously had decided to stay at Hogwarts over the holidays. Robin had offered to take Jorien to the ball as her plus one, but the girl had decided to just go home as planned. So it was just Cas and Robin who would attend the ball this year.

Honestly, Robin felt weary of the boy who had asked Cas out. He seemed nice enough at the first glance, but something about him was ringing an alarm bell in the back of her mind. Cas obviously didn't care about Robin's words of warning, saying how she at least had a date for the ball, which probably should've hurt Robin more than it did. After this rather uncomfortable conversation however, she had decided to keep her concerns to herself, but an eye on Cas nonetheless. She didn't want her to get hurt, not even by something that, to her, was so ridiculously irrelevant as teenage drama. Because she knew that to Cas, it wasn't irrelevant at all.

The last day of the year came, and before long Robin thanked herself for actually bothering to invest in a dress this year. And she foremost thanked herself for having the endurance last summer to actually make an effort and not just get the first best one in Diagon Alley, which would've merely been a differently coloured version of what pretty much all of the other girls wore (with a few honorable exceptions, of course). No, Robin had made the decision to go with her own taste rather than the attempt to fit in, and she still stood behind it to the fullest.

Cas on the other hand had about five different dresses lying on her bed and was desperate to pick one, which did not even come as a surprise to Robin. The girl's love for fashion had exploded rather than faded, and while Robin had no idea why Cas had packed so many pretty dresses unaware that she would be attending the ball, it also didn't particularly surprise her.

"You should wear the dark blue one." Robin commented from her seat on her own bed, while she unsuccessfully tried to untangle her hair. "It reminds me of the nightsky. And who doesn't love the night?"

"Most people don't, actually." Cas sighed in exaggerated despair. "I was thinking about the peach coloured one with the ruffles."

"You're the fashion guru." Robin shrugged. "But I think darker colours are more classy. And the ball is very classy, most of the time. Or trying to be anyway."

"Classy or stuffy?"

"A bit of both, perhaps. Foremost, it is entirely what you make of it."

"In that case, I'll wear the peach coloured one." Cas decided with a more or less determined expression. "What about you? We're gonna be late if you don't get started at once!"

"Well, I don't have an entire wardrobe of dresses to pick between. I showered and sorted out my hair; I'll literally be done within five minutes from this point on."

"What about makeup? What about hairstyles?! What about shoes?!" Cas asked in return, incredulous about Robin's lack of enthusiasm about these things. "Seriously, aren't you gonna make any effort at all?"

"As you said, I don't have a date anyway. Nobody expects me to make an effort." Robin shrugged in return, unbothered by her roommate's comments. "And since you obviously didn't see me for the last few years, I will kindly let you know that putting on an actual dress this year IS me making an effort."

"I cannot believe you. I just cannot believe you…" Cas rolled her eyes as she muttered to herself, but then went ahead to get ready herself and leave Robin reading on her bed in peace for the next hour and a half. That's how long it took Cas to go through all of her extensive preparations and procedures, and Robin thought it was admirable how much effort she put into this indeed.

Finally, twenty minutes before the ball would begin and while Cas was still in the bathroom making 'last minute' adjustments to her colorful eye makeup, Robin got up from her bed with a sigh, put her book down and dug her dress out of her trunk at last. Like most things she bought these days, it was almost entirely black, but for the silver ornamentations and spiky flowers sewed onto the shoulders. Everything from the waist down was flowing black fabric, as was the long pieces that attached to the shoulders instead of sleeves, billowing down the arms like a backless cape. That precisely was also what made it difficult to put on, without stepping onto the piles of fabric that however barely brushed the ground once she pulled it up. The neckline came in high at the sides, almost high enough to cover up her scar, while the front was curved into a low V shape, that had always reminded Robin of spades. The solid black of the simple corset made up for the detailing on the shoulders and the heavy billowing fabrics of the skirt, and its snug fit and the thick fabric were comforting rather than confining to her. For once, Robin actually felt powerful through wearing a mere piece of clothing. And while perhaps she might not fit in with the other students, she definitely would with the professors.

"Bloody hell!" Cas suddenly exclaimed, and Robin jumped in return, twirling around to face the girl who spoke on in the meanwhile. "How dare you looking that gorgeous?!"

Robin's face heated up in an instant, and even though it was Cas she was talking to, she couldn't help being flustered. "Uh, thanks, I guess."

"I mean, I still stand with my statement that you shouldn't wear so much black, but good gracious… that dress is a piece of art. And it just screams 'Robin' to me, so you actually did pick well for once!"

"Don't sound so surprised." Robin rolled her eyes, while she had to smile nonetheless. "But thank you anyway. I wanted to look like myself tonight, and not like I dressed up as someone I'm not."

"But dressing up as someone you're not for one night is the entire point of it!" Cas replied with a grin, then dimmed it down to a smile. "But I understand you, and I think you look exactly like yourself. Just more beautiful than usual."

"Thanks…" Robin scoffed in humour, torn between sarcasm and honesty, and thus settled for both. "Again."

"So tell me, who do you wanna impress with that dress?" Cas quirked an eyebrow at Robin, smirking while she observed her closely. "And don't tell me no one, because I know you, and you wouldn't have made an effort just for yourself."

"Everyone." Robin answered instead, deeming it just as not-saying as 'no one'. Meanwhile, she tried to find a place to store her wand, which was turning out to be an actual problem now. No sleeves, no real sleeves at least, and no hemlines or pockets. Great. Then however an idea struck her, and in no time she had twisted her hair up into a bun, which she could easily fixate with her wand indeed. Two problems solved with one action, wonderful.

"I cannot believe you just did that." Cas commented on Robin's action in an instant. "And I cannot believe that it actually looks good! I spent an hour doing my hair, and you just… use your wand like a hair accessory within two bloody seconds."

Robin sighed in return, but she had to smile once again at Cas and her view of the world. "Your hair looks a million times better, believe me. I'm not trying to look good, I'm only trying to look acceptable while being functional. That's a difference."

"If you say so…" Cas sighed, and the two girls finally started making their way up to the great hall. "Coming back to my question though; who do you really want to impress? Is it that boy who's sitting next to you in Professor Morgan's class since recently?"

"Alexander? God no!" Robin snorted, shaking her head to herself while she actually enjoyed striding through the hallways quite so elegantly for once. "If you must know, I'm not trying to impress someone, but to prove a point to someone."

"Uuh!" Cas squealed quietly, skipping in her steps next to Robin in glee. "To whom? And which point?"

"You would do well to focus on your own date for now. Where did he want to meet you again?"

"Just outside the hall. You won't scare him off, Robin, will you? I know you don't like him, but he's really cool and so are his friends, and I don't wanna be the stupid third year whose big sister has to watch over her."

"You won't even notice me tonight, unless you need me. Good?"

"Yes. Thank you." Cas smiled, then took a deep breath while her smile widened even more. "I'm actually going to the ball! With a cute boy! Can you believe it?! I've waited for this moment for months!!!"

"I hope tonight is everything you dreamt of." Robin replied with a small smile, but it was tainted by concern no less. Just shortly before they reached the last crossing before the great hall, she turned to Cas once more. "Don't get into trouble, and don't do anything stupid. I don't want to find you drunk in our bathroom later or anything of that sort."

"Yes, professor." Cas rolled her eyes exaggeratedly, but gave Robin a small hug nonetheless, before she skipped ahead and towards wherever she would meet her date.

Robin decided to give Cas a little while at least, to spare her the embarrassment of arriving with her watchdog indeed. When she finally did make her way into the great hall, she was barely still on time, with two more minutes to go until the festivities would begin. The very moment she entered the hall, a few more eyes were drawn to her than in the last years, but not enough to make her feel observed. At least Robin didn't notice enough eyes on her to feel like people were actually paying attention to her. In an instant, she moved to stand off to the side and let her eyes trail over the crowds in the search for her own company.

"Looking for something?" Snape's voice was so close behind her that Robin jumped for the second time this evening, but then turned around to him with a smile. The very moment she did, she believed to see a glimpse of sincere awe flashing through his eyes, but she might as well be mistaken. She probably was, unfortunately. It might just be the candles and some wishful thinking.

"Looking for someone." She smiled up at him in amusement. "But it seems that someone found me first."

"How very fortunate for you." He replied with a not-smirk, as much of it as he would show in public at least, and his gaze flickered over her garments for just a second before returning to her eyes. "Did you have to choose black?"

"Obviously." She smirked, feeling highly amused by his difficulty to show a suitable reaction to her choice of outfit.

"It suits you."

Now, that she hadn't expected, but she appreciated it nonetheless as her smirk turned into a smile. "Thank you."

"How… came the change in your choice of attire for tonight's event?"

"You complained last year that I was wearing the same thing I wore to the conference the summer before." Robin shrugged, observing his almost uncertain expression. "Thought I'd prove to you that I can look nice too, when I actually try."

"You didn't need to." He mused, but before Robin could give a reply, both their attention was drawn to the front of the room where Dumbledore was getting started with his welcoming speech.

Robin turned towards the front to at least pretend to listen, and a few seconds later she noticed the gentle hand that came to rest on the small of her back. She had to smile in an instant, glancing up at Snape out of the corners of her eyes, but he was looking towards the front as neutrally and indifferently as always, always the contrast to his lingering touch. Oh, how she had missed this.

… … …

As soon as the possibility had come up, Snape and Robin had moved back into their usual corner and to their usual table. For a good two hours they stayed sitting there like always, in their usual habit of gossiping and teasing, until at last the inevitable happened, the one thing Robin had indeed seen coming all along.

With the saddest face in history, Cas came approaching them with an expression showing precisely that she was barely able to keep her tears from spilling over. Robin's immediate line of thought went along the path of 'told you so', but she frowned it away and out of her mind, and instead jumped to her feet in honest concern.

"I'll be back in a second." She said to Snape, who nodded in return, then she went to meet Cas a few steps further down the wall. They weren't technically out of sight, but out of earshot at least. "What happened?"

"As if that would be so hard to guess." Cas replied with a scoff, crossing her arms over her chest but making herself so small at the same time that it appeared more as a gesture of holding herself together than defiance. Robin simply went ahead and hugged her then, out of an impulse, and Cas immediately clung onto her in return. "You were right… He's an asshole."

"What did he do?" Robin asked softly, drawing reassuring circles on her friend's back, while on the inside however, she felt furious. Whatever that boy had done, he would pay for making Cas cry. Even if it was just teenage drama, Robin wasn't having it tonight. Or perhaps she just needed a deserving victim for her own annoyance at Cas for not listening to her any earlier.

"He and his two stupid friends wanted to go and hang out somewhere else, somewhere more interesting than here and 'have a little fun'. I said I didn't want to, so they just made fun of me for being such a prudish child and dreadfully boring. Then they just laughed at me and Jos said he should never have asked me to the ball." She mumbled into Robin's shoulder, and only a few seconds later she looked up at her again. "I'm not boring, am I?"

"Not at all." Robin replied with a small smile. "I'm very proud of you for not letting them drag you into something you didn't want to do."

"It's not even that I'm scared to do something forbidden… I couldn't care less, honestly, unless it's something really bad. But I just want to stay here for a while, you know… to enjoy the ball. I like the ball." Cas shrugged, still looking sad about it. "No need to insult me for that, right?"

"Nothing gives them the right to insult you at all." Robin replied pointedly, then let her eyes trail over the room for a second before turning back to Cas. "Did they leave already?"

"No… they wanted to find some other people first who would actually be willing to go with them for their private party." The girl scoffed, pushing her hair behind her ear with a bit more confidence already. "Why?"

"I should have a little talk with Jos, and with his friends as well if needed." Robin stated in a dangerous calm, then started pulling Cas along, back towards her table. Without making much fuss about it, she sat Cas down next to Snape. "Wait here, yes? I'll be right back."

"You don't have to, Robin, really, it's-..."

"Yes, I do have to." She replied calmly, ignoring both Cas' insecure look and Snape's mildly irritated one, and then turned on her heel to find the boy in question. They really needed to have a talk; no one mistreated or ridiculed her friends.

Jos really wasn't too difficult to find, his group of friends practically entertained the entire section of the room. 'Cool and popular' Cas had said… more like 'jocks and jerks'. Robin approached him without slowing down, and even though the boy was only a fifth year, he was a good head taller than her. That didn't intimidate her in the least however, and while being surrounded by so many people, so many strangers, would've made her nervous in any other situation, it did not do so now. She was on a mission, and somehow her body seemed to understand that.

"Jos?" She merely asked in a cold calm tone once she stood facing the boy.

"Uh, yeah? That would be me." He quirked an eyebrow down at her in amusement, while his pals nudged him in the sides with utterly pathetic grins. "The one and only."

"I thought so." Robin returned, then didn't waste a second to follow her impulses once again. The thing about physically strong people was that they usually spent ridiculously little time guarding their minds. Thus it was but an effortless thought on Robin's part, and she was in his mind, staring him down at the same time while he stumbled backwards against a table, then slumped down on the bench behind his legs. She felt his mind trying to lock her out, but it was a pathetic attempt at the most, and thus she went ahead to give him a very clear visual of what would happen to him should he ever dare to say a single bad word about Cas again, in her presence or not. After half a minute of this the boy was a terrified mess, half sitting and half sprawled out on the bench, looking up at Robin with teary eyes while she withdrew from his mind at last. Then she turned to his gawking friends, who hadn't even tried to help their pal.

"Would anyone else like to know what happens when you mess with the wrong people?" She asked politely, and five people shook their heads immediately. As much as she wanted to smirk at that, she kept her face neutral. "Great. Have a nice evening."

Without waiting for their reactions, she turned around once more and made her way through the hall and back towards her own table, feeling her confidence fade the moment she was out of their sight. Geez… she really shouldn't have done that. All those years she'd been doing her best to stand above such impulsive behaviour, and here she was now, mildly torturing a lower year. Letting off steam on other people. Great job, idiot. Perhaps it was the dress that gave her the illusion of too much power. Perhaps it was Snape's company.

"And? How did it go?" Cas asked the very second Robin approached them, and the girl luckily looked a lot more like herself already. Not sad and small anymore, but excited and almost happy again, and Robin found that this was what had made her own uncharacteristic behavior worth it in the end. To see her friends happy, she would gladly go against her higher standards.

"I made him cry." Robin sighed in resignation, and sat down on the bench in between Cas and Snape. "It was a very wrong thing to do though, so don't take it as an example. A negative one, perhaps."

"I don't care if it was wrong, you made him cry for me and that's awesome." Cas grinned, then almost knocked Robin off the bench with a tight hug. "Thank you! I really should have listened to you earlier…"

"It's nothing, really. But yes, you should have." Robin huffed in amusement, even though she still felt mildly concerned about the entire 'revenge leads to more revenge' thing. But she hadn't seen any speckle of that in Jos' mind, so perhaps it really wasn't an issue for once. Not when it was about something so minor, with somebody so imbecilic.

"Uhm, sorry to, uh… to interrupt…" A foreign voice drew Robin's attention to a blond curly haired boy she couldn't remember seeing before, and Cas followed suit while she let go of Robin. The boy obviously seemed unsettled either by Snape or Robin, perhaps by both of them, for he only glanced at them nervously from time to time and otherwise focused on Cas entirely. "I, uh… I couldn't help noticing what my idiot classmates said to you, and well… I just wanted to ask if you were alright?"

Cas blushed a deep crimson, and Robin had to subtly nudge her in the side eventually to remind her that she could speak. "Uh, yeah, I… Thank you. That's… very nice of you to ask."

Robin could practically feel how Snape rolled his eyes at the scene, but she was also very much aware of the fact that he was still here despite everything that had happened in the past minutes. She couldn't help nudging him in the side as well, smirking, and he gave her a glare in return. Robin smiled even more.

"Would you… uh, would you care for a dance perhaps? With me, I mean? I could try to cheer you up with my horrible dancing skills and ridiculous jokes." The blonde boy finally got out with a crooked smile, and Cas nodded immediately. Then she gave Robin a questioning look, but she just motioned for her to go ahead already. Thus, within seconds, Cas and the boy vanished in the crowd.

"I have never seen something more pathetic in my entire life." Snape finally remarked dryly, and Robin had to snort at the comment. It was absolutely only for show, and she knew that just as well as him.

"Oh come on, I think it was adorable." She replied with a smirk. "I feel a lot better about this one than that prick she came here with."

"You are aware that I missed the important bits of the conversation, yes?"

"I know." Robin sighed, then turned to him to explain. "Fifth year, straight brown hair, very tall, called Jos. Might be a nickname though. You know him?"

"Yes. I could've told you from the start that he is a complete dunderhead."

"I for my part knew that from the start as well, but Cas didn't want to believe me when I told her. Either way, he asked her to the ball, she had high hopes, but then he and his friends made fun of her, right before she came here. So much for the pre-story." Robin sighed again, her smile faltering. "Then I did something stupid and very much unlike me. I went over there and basically bashed him in the head with a few pictures strategically placed in his mind, of what I would do to him if he kept on being an arse."

"So that's what got him to shiver in fear at the mere sight of you." Snape mused with a not-smirk, and Robin was twice surprised in return.

"You saw that?" She asked first of all, frowning.

"I did indeed. Most of it, at least."

"And you're not disappointed? Not even telling me how idiotic that was? How imbecile and irresponsible and redundant?" She added the second question right on, and part of her hoped that he would do just what she'd said, and part of her hoped for the opposite. "You've been telling me since first year how stupid impulsive reactions like this are!"

"Why would I need to tell you something you are already well aware of?" He quirked an eyebrow at her, but upon her defeated expression, he finally sighed as well. "Sometimes we do a wrong thing for the right reasons. You defended someone you care about. I doubt that could even be considered wrong in the first place."

"And using legilimency on lower years? How are you going to justify that?"

"I won't, that certainly was wrong by any means. But I enjoyed watching it nonetheless." He said with another not-smirk, which finally got Robin to smile as well. "You certainly know how to intimidate people. It's quite impressive."

"I learned from the very best." She replied with a smirk, and he rolled his eyes in return, while his own smile still lingered on his lips.

They just kept on chatting for a while then, the incident soon forgotten and insignificant, and before long things returned to normal. Almost normal, for they were left sitting closer together than ever after Cas had left, shoulders almost touching now, heat brushing against the bare skin of Robin's arms when her robe sleeves moved out of the way. She knew that he must take notice of the closeness as well, of her shoulder gently brushing against his arm from time to time whenever she moved, and yet he didn't move away at all. The thought made her smile.

They had been listening to the music for a while, merely enjoying each other's company like they did so very often, when Robin caught sight of Cas dancing with the blond boy again. It had been an hour at least since they had left to dance; obviously it was going quite well, and Robin couldn't help being curious.

"Who is the boy dancing with Cas anyway?" She asked Snape, while still keeping her eyes on the couple on the dancefloor.

"Curious, are we?" He mused in return, undoubtedly humoured. "His name is Simon Durrell, fifth year. Ravenclaw. He is quite horrible at potions, but smarter and therefore less of a nuisance than his peers. Wears his heart on his sleeves quite like your friend."

"Good." Robin smiled up at Snape at last. "I would've hated having to behead him if he was a jerk to Cas. She looks happy dancing with him."

"You should be dancing as well." Snape said in a sudden feigned neutrality that made Robin's smile fade in return. "One doesn't wear a gown like that only to hide in a corner all night."

"Why not?" She shrugged, focusing on her hands in her lap. Was he trying to get rid of her? Find a polite excuse to get away? No, that wouldn't be like him at all. He would just get up and leave if he wanted to. Robin didn’t know what he wanted to hear. "Nobody's ever asked me to dance anyway."

"Oh please... You are by far better than waiting for some dunderhead to ask you for a dance. Go and ask someone first, someone who deserves your company." His tone turned from neutral to grave in a broken second, as he turned to look away along with it. "Or at least someone who knows that they never will."

There was something ineffably sad about his words, his voice, his eyes when she looked up at him once more. He wasn't trying to get rid of her… He was giving her the chance to be happier elsewhere, without him. Robbin’s heart skipped a beat, then squeezed all air out of her lungs. If only he knew; if only she could make him understand. Then again… Perhaps she could.

"You know what? I will." Robin replied determinedly, and rose to her feet with one graceful move. Taking a deep breath, she smoothed out her dress with shaking hands, standing straight after sitting for so long, and then finally turned back around to Snape. Gods, he looked so sad under all those facades. She took another deep breath, then held out her hand to him. "Would you do me the honor and dance with me?"

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LoL Chapter 3- Gildara

Master Post

A Wizard Hermits tale (AU belongs to @theguardiansofredland )

In the Northern fields of Lairyon, Gildara waits for the Order of Hermits. The land around them is different...dying. Is this what the Magistrate sent them to discover? What kind of creature, what kind of plague causes this? The only way for them to find out is by going deeper- literally.

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“It’s like a sea of grass. Look at how it rolls like waves.” Scar whistles, watching wheat dancing in the wind.

Doc nudges Grian. “I see where you stole your hair now.”

Grian takes off after Doc, shrugging off the hybrid’s attempt to puppeteer him and tackling into the ground. Iskall steps over the two, deep in conversation with Ren. The two share a fistbump, before Iskall casts his magic circle. A molded rod of radioactive material, which he’s dubbed iskallium, appears before them. Iskall grabs his creation and gives it a flourish. Ren attempts to mimic Iskall’s magic, his own magic circle starting red before turning a muted green.

Just behind Iskall and Ren practicing, Cub, Scar, and Joe are deep in a conversation about the land around them. Wide fields of wheat, surrounded by row after row of carrots, potatoes, and more. This is the breadbasket of Lairyon. At the edge of the fields that surround the road, tall pines loom at the base of rocky mountain climbs. They’re south of Foresta, yet to cross Turtle River, but still within the fertile soil that the city is known for.

A shadow passes over the traveling guild, before red wings flap to the ground. Tango turns around, red eyes anguished as he grips his flaming hair. TFC notices the body language of their scout, and steps forward. The entire road goes quiet, the guild the only travelers on this route. “What did you see?”

“Its… I don’t know how to explain it. It’s big.” Tango’s wings fold away and disappear.

“The monster?” Zed asks, creeping closer to his friend.

“The destruction?” Impulse adds, following. Both trying to comfort Tango. He looks like he’s on the verge of tears.

Tango shakes his head, his fiery hair half a step slower than his initial movement. “It looks like a black scar, like a dark bruise against the land. But nothing is destroyed. It- I can’t describe it, man. You just gotta keep walking. We’ll see.”

And so they do. Tango seems shocked by what he saw, and the hermits try to ease his fears. With time, the emotions are eased and everyone relaxes when Tango can smile again. They’re more than just a guild. They’re a family. Most of them only have each other, and as chaotic as their guild can be, they’ll do anything to make sure each person is happy and safe. They care about each other, comfort each other.

Ren stays near Tango, telling jokes and stories to keep up everyone’s morale. His brown ears prick up as he hears a change in the wind around him. He feels something brush against the skin of his feet, and looks down. “Whoa, my dudes.”

Everyone stops, turning to look at Ren. He’s gazing beyond his sandaled feet, to the ground. A swirl of grey, clawing along the dirt like a vine reaching for a tree to choke from life, reaches out towards the gilded fields and verdant forests. Ren scrapes the sole of his shoe against the dirt, trying to scrape away the ash. But no matter how deep he digs, it remains monochrome. And it’s growing before their very eyes.

Another skein of grey reaches past Joe’s feet, and he hops away from the strange phenomenon. He shivers, pulling his cape closer to his body. Despite being a warm summer day in north Lairyon, he feels like an icy breeze has just dug right into his bones. Into his core, striking at his heart and soul. He looks around, but Stress is nowhere near him.

“There’s more.” Scar whispers, pointing down the road. The creeping darkness reaches out towards them. Out from Gildara. “This has to be that ‘discrepancy’ that the magistrate spoke of.”

TFC bites his lip, but nods for the team to move forward. “Keep a tight watch, gang. Report anything out of the ordinary.”

They continue forward, walking into the monotone ground. Around them, the fields wither to ashen plains. BDubs steps off the road, picking up a stalk and looking closer at it. The color looks like it was burned, but he can still see each individual grain on the wheat. It looks like it wilted, poisoned or left without the ability to grow. The entire field looks the same way. Every field. Dead farms on colorless land.

The small town of Gildara rises in the distance. Tucked against the safety of a pine forest, with the open plains as it’s front yard. A short bridge rises over a dried creekbed into the village.

“It looks like they had a drought.” False whispers, pressing forward with the braver souls. Mumbo and Jevin slip into the middle, spooked by the village.

“It’s not a drought.” Grian responds, fingers playing with the ash colored needles of a tree. “These trees still look like they got a recent rain. That creek should be flowing.”

“And things just beyond this grey stuff are well fed.” Zedaph adds.

“Guys?” Iskall calls out, hurrying back to the group as they continue through the monochrome town. “Wh-where is everyone?”

TFC stops, looking around. The town is small, but the houses look warm and welcoming. With large windows and open porches, but not a soul is to be seen. There’s no voices, no wails or whimpers. Not even a birdsong. No bodies, no bonfires. Doors remain closed, but shops are propped open, inviting customers to peruse wares. It’s like the entire town just simply...vanished. Everyone, every moving creature is gone.

“Cleo?” TFC looks over his shoulder, but she’s already on it. Turquoise blue magic wisping and waving across the open air, Cleo’s arms and fingers moving in a choreographed series until the spell is cast. But the circle goes nowhere, hanging in the dead air with nothing to attach to.

“There’s no bodies anywhere. No ghosts either. There’s nothing.” Cleo reports, letting the magic fizzle away. Beneath her, the ash colored ground sparks and swirls.

“It doesn’t look like a monster or bandits came through.” Xisuma notes. “There’s no sign of a fight, no claw marks or blood even.”

“So where is everyone?” Keralis rubs his arms, looking around. He coughs, his throat feeling tight and lungs feeling heavy, his body exhausted. Like a storm is moving in, the wall of high pressure sending them into lethargy. Well, most of them. Grian gets excited, but even now he looks pressed.

“Let’s check town center. If there’s anywhere we’ll find clues, it’ll be there.” TFC points down the road. The guild stays silent, as silent as the world around them. Devoid of color, until one of them looks up the mountainside. Beyond the clawing darkness, they can still see the dark green of alpine forests. The further into town they walk, the more the pressuring feeling rises. Like they’re being crushed, like air trapped deep within a mountain. Far underground, and just as dead and unmoving. Even the wind has stopped blowing.

“What is that?” Etho questions, pointing towards the well at the center of the town square. The grey turns as black as ink, crawling free from the stone well and dispersing out into the grey blemish across the land. Etho tries to slip into the shadow of the darkness, but there’s nothing. It’s not a shadow- this is something else.

Cub peers down the well, into the dark hole. “It’s coming from the water supply. Are we sure this isn’t some plague or poison?”

“It’s not like anything I’ve ever seen.” Doc points out. Beside him, Scar activates his magic and creates a series of steps. Down the well’s stony walls, the hermits descend into darkness. Into the maws of the beast.

“Anybody got a light?” False questions, the only visible thing before her being Cub and Scar’s eyes as they glow a faint blue.

“I got it.” Impulse pushes Tango forward, his hair illuminating the cave system they are within. Following the underground stream that terraforms the rock.

Tango sighs. “I think I can do better than just my hair, man.” He draws his scrawling magic circle, summoning up flame that dances just above his hand.

“And this is why having the explosives mage and a fire mage living in the same house is a bad idea.” False groans, but let’s Tango take point. He directs the flame, funneling the light as best he can forward.

“Or we could just make Grian get his archangel aura.” BDubs adds.

“We’ll be blinded then.” Mumbo adds, feeling his friend shift beside him nervously. He’s still healing from the last time he used his ultimate power.

The cave around them opens up into a cavern, and Tango’s torchlight stops. Tango pulls his hand down, blowing on the flame. Trying to get the fire to burn brighter. But no matter how fierce the fire burns, it can’t make it through the darkness around them.

Because the crystal before them takes it all. Absorbs all his light, leaving none to bounce along the walls of the cave. It hurts to breathe, the air thick as water and as heavy as rocks. The crystal hovers in the air, just above the spring of water. As soon as the creek wells, it evaporates. Turns to darkened ash, neutralized by the crystal above it. Tango steps back, behind TFC. “Alright man, this is your thing. What kind of creepy crystal makes water and color disappear?”

“And what did it do to the town above us?” Cleo finishes, watching as TFC steps closer. He raises a gloved hand, pressing it against the cool, smooth crystal edge. He immediately retreats his touch, waving his hand like it burned him.

“Whatever it is, it isn’t good. We should break it, and hopefully it’ll break whatever curse it’s causing on the town.” He steps back, feeling dizzy and fatigued. His head feels fuzzy. Impulse steps up first, a bright yellow circle quickly drawn and tossed onto the crystal. Seconds later, the magic explodes and the air shocks outward.

The crystal is unharmed. Impulse tries again, this time with Ren mimicking him on the other side. The gem is as smooth as before. Xisuma steps up, snapping his fingers. But the destructive void magic is useless. Even when Ren’s imagination magic tries it’s hand in joint with Joe’s poetry, the crystal remains.

Things get more aggressive. BDubs wraps a vine around the crystal, but upon touching the gem the plants wither and turn to blackened ash. Scar tries to pierce the jewel with stone, but it falls apart like silt, raining over the guild. Finally, False gives in and charges the gem. With a two handed sword raised, she leaps and swings the blade into the ebony stone. And immediately, the metal rusts and decays.

“How do we break this?” Stress questions, picking at the rusted remains of False’s sword.

“I don’t know, but Magistrate Dolios needs to know about this.” TFC steps up, despite the sickening feeling he gets near the crystal. He feels weak, tired. Using a diamond and his magic, he’s able to break off a tiny piece. Hardly even bigger than his pinky fingernail, but the best he can do. For a second, he swears he can feel the crystal vibrate beside him. “Let’s get out of here. I don’t like this.”

The whole guild is in agreement, turning back the way they came. But the way is blocked. Grian’s face lights up as he sees the faces of farmers and villagers. “Look, this must be where the townfolk have been hiding!”

“Grian wait-” Iskall reaches out, grabbing Grian by his cloak and pulling him back. “They...something doesn’t look right.”

Tango raises his flame, trying to see the strangers. Trying to get a better look through the black and grey air. But they’re the same color, and the edges of their bodies, their fingers and limbs flaking away like embers and ash. “I… I think the crystal has grey-ificated them as well.”

The woman’s eyes snap open, revealing haunting white eyes. The iris is gone, only glowing luminosity remaining. Her hands raise up, and a magic circle appears. It doesn’t look right- her motions are sloppy and the inscriptions are poorly drawn. Magic snaps and seethes across the air, uncontrolled and uncontained.

The ground beneath the hermits feet turns soft, rock and dirt turning into quicksand and engulfing the legs of the hermits. A farmer behind the wizard raises his hand, pointing blankly to the crystal. And behind the struggling guild, the swearing and grunting to escape the mud scape, the crystal awakens. A black mist swirls around the crystal.

Then strikes towards the captured hermits.

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3.) “Make me.” Louna

This was requested by cartoonromantic on wattpad! Now we are gonna be getting into some good and interesting request!! X3(Not that the others weren’t good!) So I apologize in advance if this turns out too ooc...I struggle when writing these two, their really tough to write! XD So...I hope you enjoy?

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Louie Duck wasn’t any ordinary duck. He was never put in the same compatibility as his bothers. All three of them had their own personality. Others described them differently. Not to mention their taste were different as well...and by taste, he means in girls. Granted, they had different taste in literally anything, the fact that they never ended up falling for the same girl, screamed wonders.

What is his type, you may be wondering. Well Louie wasn’t one for types. He’d flirt with any girl he’d come across, leaving Webby as an exception only because his brother’s UNDYING, OBVIOUS, love for her. He smirked at the thought, also a hint of annoyance of the obliviousness between the two.

He wasn’t one for labels, or the type to stay in one place for long. He had things to do, and other people to see. This left a bitter thought lingering through his head though, as someone would point this out and exclaim that he was a player. He didn’t like being compared to players, ignoring how he knew deep down that him flirting from girl to girl was something close to a player, he still wasn’t one. He would never just date a girl and move on the next day when he got bored. No! He’s not like those types of jerks. It’s not just the label he was given, but the way it reminded him repeatedly how much alike he was to his Uncle Gladstone that he oh so couldn’t stand the thought of.

Don’t get him wrong, he loves his Uncle, he just couldn’t stand how his Uncle would treat other people, using them to his advantage. He was also guilty of doing so as well to tell the truth. He didn’t want to be like Gladstone. Yea, the luck part sounded nice to inherit...but the rest he could -and wanted to- live without.

He shook his head, leaning his chin to rest upon his palm as his fingers brushed his cheeks, the trickle of little feathers -whiskers- peaking the side of his flushed cheeks. The boy has been daydreaming since Huey begun this boring speech for when he’d become a senior woodchuck soon, pacing frantically in front of the staircase. Thankfully, his brother didn’t seem to notice as he rambled on...and on about how grateful he was and what not. Louie didn’t care. He cared for his brother, and supported him, but in these cases, he didn’t care to listen. He could continue to support his brothers, and still not listen at the same time. That was a thing in his eyes; there was no rule saying their wasn’t, and knowing Huey, he would of made it one already if he could.

“-and I don’t know what I would’ve done without the love and support from my beloved family...”

Louie rolled his eyes as he tuned his brother out to continue his more then welcomed daydreaming, fighting the slight upward tug at his beak. Family sure can turn you soft. This he didn’t like, he didn’t like feeling vulnerable. He hated the way his emotions would toy with him like he was some ball being tossed around in a dangerous game of hot potato.

One of the worst emotions that he never got along with was vulnerability. He wasn’t good when it came to crying in front of others, or talking it out with someone when he felt truly messed with and hurt. He’d fight with that emotion constantly, losing repeatedly in the end. He could only bottle up so much until the bottle breaks, or overflows. The only few people he was comfortable enough to be vulnerable around was his brothers and his Uncle Donald. He had a reputation to keep after all, he didn’t need emotions like vulnerability getting in his way. His emotions for his mom were complexed enough, but when love and vulnerability team up...it wasn’t a pretty battle. Thankfully, it never really came together that often for him to have to worry about it everyday. It was rare...hint...was

Sadly...after a while, not rare enough. His emotions were everywhere, and he couldn’t figure out why they were going haywire all of a sudden. He tried pinpointing reasons, but always came to a dead end. One of those reasons he rather not explore just yet until he was sure. Webby nagged him that maybe it was his emotions telling him that something was eating him from the inside out and soon will take revenge on the planet...yea, Webby’s never changed over the years. She’s still the same old Webby he grew to know and love like a sister.

Chuckling lightly, this seemed to catch his brother’s attention, stopping him mid ramble. The paper crumbling in a bit as Louie noticed Huey’s sweaty grip tighten around it.

“W-what’s so funny? Is there something wrong with my speech?” The boy blinked, flickering his eyes nervously around the room; biting down on his knuckles as he chuckled nervously. “Should I rewrite it?!” He scanned his crumbled paper, eyes shaking between lines as he answered back to his thoughts, “You may be right! It’s probably terrible; I don’t deserve to be in the Senior Woodchucks if I can’t even write a-“

Twitching under the others glares, Webby, Dewey, Lena, and Violet. Wincing, he scrambled to his feet to hesitantly place a comforting hand to the anxiety filled brother of his.

“Huey! Nothings wrong with your dumb speech,” he cringed at his wording, “Wow, way to stick it to em’, Louie!” He shook his head, forcing his casual smile, with a hint of worry, “...I was just laughing at something else entirely unrelated.” Maybe he shouldn’t of been the one to calm Huey down, cause this only tended to make his eyes pop out of his head more. “Great going, Louie.” He could hear the others face palming behind him, he didn’t blame em’, he would’ve been doing the same thing.

“Then that means my speech was boring, Louie!” Huey’s voice shook, eyes in full panic mode. “If you were laughing about something else that was unrelated to this, then- I...I gotta go rewrite this before tomorrow arrives!” Shuddering, Huey pushed passed Louie, muttering to himself as he tapped his pencil anxiously against his pale cheek, zooming out of there in a hurry.

Turning around, Louie gave a sheepish grin down at the glaring combo. “What?” He raised his hands in front of him defensively as their stare bore through him with a knowing frown. Throwing his arms in the air with defeat, he complained “Fine, but it’s not my fault that I tend to tune you guys out when one of you talks!” They gave him a deadpanned look, “Hey! Don’t give me that look, you’re all just as guilty!” He pointed, squinting his eyes.

Half adverted their eyes as the purple colored bird cleared her throat, dusting herself off as she stood up. She clutched a book close to her chest, standing straight as she looked to Louie’s direction. She was always so sophisticated, even more then Huey.

Her eyes wrinkled as she spoke, “I should go check on him. I can probably help with his wording while I’m at it, because even I too, can admit it was a bit on the down side.”

Louie gestured to her as they nodded in agreement, “See! I told you I wasn’t the only one!” The others rolled their eyes, sighing, showing no attempt in fighting back.

Violet being the only to retort back; holding her pointer finger up, she blinked knowingly, “I, on the other hand, actually tried to listen to what he had to say.” And with that she left.

Louie folded his arms as he grumbled, glaring at the ground. His feathers ruffled up as he huffed out, his breath catching the side of his whiskers. “Whatever.”

Awkwardly shifting onto her feet from her sitting position, followed by Dewey soon after, Webby rubbed the side of her arm, guilt seeped in her eyes, “I feel guilty for not really paying attention. But, I’m glad that we at least have Violet who’s willing to help him through his...” she glanced to Dewey, with an unsure look across her face, “..dilemma.”

A chuckled drifted up from the floor, “I’ll be honest with you, Pink, I don’t feel bad one bit. That speech was boring, and I was out cold the moment I sat down.” Louie couldn’t help the urge but smirk a little, but regretting so for betraying his own blood.

Lena stretched her arms out in front of her as she refused Webby’s outstretched hand, swatting it lazily away.

Dewey watched on in amusement as he looked between his brother and his friends, “It’s Huey, he’ll be fine.” He lowered his tone as he joke, hoping to not be heard as if Huey could hear them from afar, “Let’s just hope that Violet was able to catch him in time before he exploded.”

The three laughed among themselves, as Lena fell on the snickering side, her arms holding up her head while she laid back against the staircase. She always seemed to hold herself back...didn’t she? Louie always tended to notice this about the punk looking girl. He admits, she was admirable and cool in his eyes, his favorite as he once said after their first encounter. Even so...there was something strikingly mysterious about her that he never could wrap his head around. She was untouchable after all, and coming from him, he could understand her distance and secrecy, especially after finding out that she was really a shadow and not to mention, somewhat a trader even.

“Trader...” That word didn’t seem right to put onto that girl’s shoulders. She was only trying to get free from the miserable life she was under. He would’ve done the same if he were in her shoes(ignoring the time he was literally in her shoes before..don’t question him!). The girl only wanted her freedom, and she’d do anything for it, no limitations...he understood that...he just never really gotten a chance to understand her.

Webby clams that he and her have so much in common, that he just needed to try and talk to her because he could somehow get through to her better? That he couldn’t believe. Webby was an unstoppable force that could break through anything, maybe not him because of how thick and unwilling the walls he built up were. But he was sure that Webby was able to get to Lena; she couldn’t be that hard to talk to...right? Lena cared for Webby, that much was obvious. So why not open up to her? Why ask him to try, when Webby could easily succeed. His thoughts about Lena just kept getting deeper and deeper, a never ending ocean. The deeper he swam, the more he would discover...and question. Who was Lena?...What were her motives now? What made her-

“-ewelyn! Dude!”

And as quickly as he faded out, he faded back in. His eyes fluttering, as his green eyes scanned the now only filled with two people, room. Dewey and Webby seemed to have left at some point while he was daydreaming. What was he thinking about again?

“Dude, are you ok?”

Oh...right! His sight shot down, widening as he took in her expression. The girl he was just thinking of was looking up at him with a grimace look, and what he assumed to be a hint of worry. Or so he let himself believe that anyway. His eyes wandered, taking in her many -and yet so simple- features. The realization of her normally applied eye shadow lids, pale like her skin. A part of him rather her keep the no makeup look. Gliding down, he noticed how the parts of her feathers above her beak were scrunched and ruffled up. His breath caught in his throat as he met her eyes. Were they always purple? He’d count the times she’d blink or flutter them. He caught a spec of light hitting perfectly allowing her eyes to twinkle, as they shimmered. Was she hypinatizing him or something?! He felt like she was a magnet and he was a piece of useless metal as she pulled him in. He had to fight the urge to cup her cheeks in his hands. He couldn’t stop swimming in her eyes, he needed to look away now before-...what was he doing again? Wait...

“What am I doing?!”

Scattering back, he almost tripped over himself, as he felt his cheeks burn, while they tingled all at once. He was too close for comfort. The green hooded duck felt light headed, like he was going to faint any moment now.

“Ok, what is wrong with you? You’re seriously freaking me out right now.” He dares a glance, fearing to fall under the trance again. Lena looked really worried and freaked out all at once as she was now standing a few feet from him.

He couldn’t lose all his confidence now. Not now. He shook off what he could, mustering as much courage as possible. The blush staying consistent to his displeasure.

The green clad breathed in, then out, finally claiming himself enough to answer the freaked out duck across from him, “I’m fine.” His brain scattered as he tried to maintain steady, then something in him sparked, causing all his confidence to rush back, defeating his blush. “Ya know Lena, it’s not everyday I get to see true beauty.” He smirked, punching down the feelings bubbling at his core.

She was a bit hesitant to respond, pondering with suspicion, causing him to slightly tense up, biting down on his beak in attempt to hold his sturdy stand. When she did respond though, it seemed to loosen the tense air around them to his delight, his shoulders relaxing. She smirked, pushing his face away playfully, “How long did it take you to come up with that one? You seemed to be taking your grand old time while you stared off into space,” She held a finger up to the side of her cheek, smiling as she closed one of her eyes, “Not to mention, at me.” Her smile wavered as she dropped her hand, closing her arms in on each other as her eyebrows raised, “Thanks for making me mentally freak out over nothing.” With a hint of scolding...he loved it when she was annoyed with him. It sent a fire throughout his body.

He grinned down at her as he towered over now, her being under his beak, “True and meaningful lines like that take a while to come up with, you know? Especially when it’s aimed to someone as special and mysterious as yourself.” Gosh how his chest was burning.

The girl rolled her eyes, clearly enjoying their tactics, “You’re such a flirt, you know that?” His grin grew bigger, at least she understood that. Studying her movements, she slowly crept closer to him with every step, causing sirens to go off within his brain, screaming at him to move. But of course, his emotions got the best of him, keeping him grounded out of curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat, he was willing to risk that.

“It’s a shame...” she attracted his attention, as his eyes stayed glued to her, his body freezing as she would get closer. She pulled on the collar of his hoodie to his surprise as she brought him level to her face with a smirk that could kill, “...that no one flirted back...or fought back.” She whispered, sending a shiver down his spine as his body almost went limp by her touch, “Until now...”

Her finger tapped on his trembling beak, humming to herself, she shrugged as she pushed him away, dusting her hands off, as if she accomplished something.

She breathed out, putting her hands on her hips, acting like she didn’t just try and mess with him, “Anyway. That was payback for scaring me. I don’t like it when people mess with my emotions, and I know you don’t ether. So next time, don’t you dare try and pull another stunt like that again. Don’t mess with me Louie, I’m not one of those girls waiting for you, only just to be walked all over.”

He was beyond speechless. This only multiplied his questions and how much he wanted, and needed to know more about her. She was so mysterious, and her mysteriousness was killing him. He shook his head as he rubbed his hands, sliding them down his face, cursing under his breath. “Please don’t let this be the reason why my emotions have been going haywire this whole time!” He wasn’t ready. But wasn’t that what love was like? It pulled the rug from under you without any warning and came unexpectedly, punching him in the gut. Forget love, he wanted nothing to do with it. It meant vulnerability...and he wasn’t ready to work with that emotion yet...or ever.

He caught Lena staring at him, with a raise of her eyebrow. His beak curved into a frown, rubbing the back of his neck, “I think Webby might be wondering where you are so...you better get going before you have to leave.”

“Make me.”

His head shot up, almost causing a whiplash, “What?” He swallowed.

Lena blinked in confusion, gesturing to herself, “I said, see you later, Llewellyn.”

He sucked in, growling at his imagination, “Oh! Right, yea...” he trailed off...what was going on with him? She was just Lena, someone who he was good friends with. Nothing more. “Please nothing more!” Deep down he really wanted something more.

Shifting her feet, Lena’s face twisted sourly as a thought popped into her head, “You’re not messing with me again, are you? Louie?” She warned.

He was quick to answer, looking past her to avoid her intoxicating eyes, “Not this time, I promise!” He forced one of his casual smirks, “I just misheard you, that’s all.”

Her senses seemed to relax a bit. Smiling to herself, she walked up to him, ruffling his hair to her amusement. “Bye Louie.” She smirked, glancing at his eyes one last time before turning around on her heels to head on out.

He watched her go, his heart beating at a steadier and healthier pace now. Though...he felt empty. Ignoring that fact, he smiled to himself, following in the girls footsteps to head out the room himself.

He was apart of the Duck and Mcduck family, and this family always solved mysteries. And he was surly going to solve the biggest mystery in his eyes right now, Lena.

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So I’m finishing this super late, it’s 2 in the morning for me and I just had to get this out! XD I kept getting interrupted with my family when I tried to finish this up. My backs killing me, but I’m happy that this is done! So I hope you guys enjoyed! Sooo as you can tell I’m trying to improve my writing style! Also...sorry if they seemed ooc! XD I tried my hardest! Sorry if there was any mistakes, I didn’t feel like going through all this again! XD Well, bye!

#ducktales 2017 #louie duck #lena de spell #louna #ship #shipping #reqested #fanfic #fanfiction #wattpad #oneshot

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omg-imatotalmess · 6 years

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Amortentia ~Part 1~

Hey guys! So, I got this request and I have so many thoughts about it. Like, I can’t even make it just one part because it would be too long. I hope whoever requested this doesn’t mind that I’m splitting this up into two parts. Hopefully this is kinda what they were looking for. Hope y’all enjoy!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Requested: Yup

Anonymous Requested: Can you write a Draco x Reader where they completely loathe each other, but they amortentia in class one day and it just kind of flies over their head that it smells different to each person, so they’re yelling each other’s scents out and Snape or Hermione is just like “you idiots” ??? Thanks love! Your writing is so brilliant, I’m completely in awe.

Warnings: Swearing

Draco Malfoy. Draco Fucking Malfoy. The blonde bane of your existence. You couldn’t even begin to articulate how much you hated the little prick. All he ever did was go out of his way to fuck up you whole day. Literally any time he thought he could do something to annoy you, he did. Not that you were any less guilty of the same thing. Basically, you became thorn in his side because he’d decided to be a pain in your ass.

Of course, you ended up having nearly every class with him from first year on, so he had plenty of time to make you hate him all the more. Sometimes it was just stupid things, other times he made dangerous potions explode in your face. Your eyebrows had only just grown back from his previous stunt. Growling under your breath, you twisted your hair into a bun and stabbed a pencil through it. Potions was your next class and you were already pissed. Just the thought of Malfoy made your skin crawl.

“Easy, (Y/N), you’re gonna pull your hair out if you keep at it,” Harry said, keeping a safe distance between the two of you. You grunted in response.

“Come on, mate, you can’t let Malfoy ruin your day before you even see him,” Ron said.

“My eyebrows just grew back,” You snarled. Both of the boys gave you a wider berth as Hermione fell into step beside you. She always seemed amused by how terrified the boys were of you.

“You know, Ron’s right. You really shouldn’t let him,” She said.

“I know,” You sighed, stopping just outside the classroom, “But he’s just such a... a...”

“Vulgarian?” Hermione offered. You clicked your tongue.

“I was gonna go with dickheaded ass face, but yours works too,” You said, shrugging. The three of you shared a giggle before heading inside for the longest hour of your life.

Now, it wouldn’t be quite so bad if you sat with your friends, but oh no. Snape decided that you’d cause less trouble sitting beside Malfoy. That only lead to more disruptions and arguing, but he stood by his decision. Greasy bastard. Glaring, you tossed you bag by your stool and readied yourself for the usual arguments.

“Merlin’s beard, (L/N), must you wear such a repulsive perfume?” Draco exclaimed, dramatically pinching his nose and waving his hand in the air.

“Must you always wear such a repulsive mask?” You retorted. “Oh, that’s just your face.”

“How clever,” He sneered.

“I thought so, Dragon,” You said. He glared at you.

“It’s Draco, you filthy little mudblood,” He snarled. You placed your chin in your hand, letting a bored look settle over your face as you turned to the front of the room.

“My condolences,” You deadpanned. By the sound of his offended snort, you knew you’d won this one. You could barely manage to keep the impending smile off your face as Snape stared you down. That was the worst part of sitting in the font. Snape always found a reason to yell at you.

“Something funny, Miss (L/N)?” He asked.

“No, sir.” He scrutinized you for a moment longer before finally beginning class.

“Our next potion will be Amortentia, can anyone tell me what it is?” Snape droned. You knew exactly who the first hand to be up was.

“Miss Granger.”

“Amortentia is an extremely powerful love potion. If made correctly it should smell like one or multiple things a person loves. It smells different for every person,” She answered. You smiled. Go Hermione, you thought.

“I believe I ask only what it was, Miss Granger. Ten points from Gryffindor,” He snapped.

“Jerk,” You muttered, under your breath.

“It’s a good thing no one loves you, (L/N), they’d get a nose full of that awful perfume you wear,” Draco whispered. You shot him a glare.

“At least it wouldn’t smell like daddy issues and self importance,” You shot back.

For the next hour, you were forced to listen to Snape drone on and on about the potion. You weren’t even going to make it until next week. On top of that, Draco just wouldn’t shut up. Usually he didn’t do much while Snape was talking, but he really had a bee in his bonnet today. By the end of class you were just happy you’d left your wand in your last classroom. You were pretty sure casting an unforgivable curse on someone in class was grounds for detention at the very least.

“What did that chicken ever do to you?” Ron asked as you as you violently sunk your teeth into the drumstick.

“She’s just upset because Malfoy won’t leave her alone,” Hermione said, closing her book and looking across the table at you.

“Damn straight,” You said, glaring past your friends towards the blonde. He was currently making faces at you as well as crude gestures. You had a few crude gestures yourself. Feeling your friends eyes on you, you focused back on them.

“Maybe you should try and relax a little,” Harry said, glancing down at the poor roll that you’d practically mutilated.

“Yeah, you’re right,” You said, “I think I’ll go do some studying by the lake tonight and try to chill out a little.”

“Good idea! It’s lovely out,” Hermione said, cheerfully.

So that’s what you did. You took your books, a blanket, and an extra roll that you’d snagged from dinner and made your way to the lake. Hermione was right; it was a great night. The air was crisp and warm with a cool breeze blowing over the lake. Smiling, you set out your blanket, laid on your stomach, and opened up your divination book. A soft wind blew towards you carrying and earthy scent that you loved. Your eyes closed as you enjoyed it.

The feeling of the last rays of the sun warming your back and the tickle of the grass where your feet went past the blanket was grounding. You could hear people skipping stones. It was nice. Everything was quiet and the lake was as still as ever. You could feel the stress melting away as you enjoyed your rare moment of peace. Not even your friends were there to disturb you.

“Sitting out here with all your friends, (L/N)?” Nevermind.

“Fuck off, Malfoy,” You grumbled.

“Such foul language,” He gasped in a mock scandalized tone.

“Don’t you have something better to do?” You asked, glaring up at him.

“Not particularly,” He said, smirking at you.

“You know, with the amount of time you spend following me around, I’m beginning to think you have a crush on me,” You said, looking up at him. He snorted indignantly.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you, (L/N)?” He spat. You rolled your eyes, sitting up. So much for you relaxing trip to the lake.

“Sure, I mean, who wouldn’t want Slytherin’s finest bigot asshole?” With that you began gathering your things. Just one time you’d like him to just walk by you without saying anything. All you wanted was a little bit of peace and quiet, but, apparently, that was too much to fucking ask.

“Say that again,” He challenged, drawing his wand. Instinctively, you disarmed him because he was close enough to do it by hand. Without even thinking, you turned and hurled it into the lake.

“Oops,” You said feigning innocence.

“You filthy little mudblood! My father will hear about this!” He sapped. You rolled your eyes.

“Sure, Dragon, whatever,” You said, brushing past him. A little smile took over your lips as you turned back to watch one of his friends use a spell to fish it out of the lake. You almost wished you were sorry.

You’d almost made it inside when Draco caught up with you. He grabbed your shoulder, spinning you to look at him. If looks could kill, you’d be dead ten times over. His entire neck and face were taken by an angry flush that you knew all too well. The red he turned had become your favorite color. You watched him with the best look of cool indifference you could muster. Part of you wanted to laugh and the other wanted to flat out deck him in the face for laying a hand on you. You did neither.

“I’ll get you for that,” He growled.

“Okay,” You said.

“I mean it, (L/N), I’ll make your miserable like a living hell,” He said darkly. You blinked slowly at him.

“You literally already do that. Can I go now?” You could almost see the smoke pouring from his ears, but he released you.

By the time you were supposed to make Amortentia, the trio and Draco’s friends had to keep the two of you physically separated. You had been at one another’s throats all week. Everyone was a little concerned that you’d slit one another’s throats if you weren’t kept apart. It was probably true.

Well, it just made you all the more glad when Draco didn’t show up for potions. You hadn’t exactly had a lot of time to get ready this morning, so you were happy he wasn’t around to comment. You hadn’t even had time to put on your perfume. Grumbling, you finished off the potion just as the blonde walked through the door. Think of the devil and he shall appear, apparently. Snape made no mention of the fact that he was late. You watched as he made his way to your desk with his face all scrunched up.

“Merlin, (L/N), did you bathe in that damn perfume?” He asked, glaring at you.

“I’m not wearing any, you damn fool,” You snapped.

“As Miss Granger pointed out, if done correctly,” Snape shot a pointed look at you, “It should smell like something you love. Would anyone care to share what they smell?” Surprisingly, Draco’s hand was the first in the air.

“Mr. Malfoy.”

“It smells foul, like too much perfume,” He said. You glared at him, taking a wif yourself.

It smelled offensively masculine. Clean, but offensively masculine nonetheless. It smelled expensive and oddly familiar. You weren’t sure what it was exactly. You knew it from somewhere. You sniffed it again. It wasn’t your dad or any of your friends. There was also the underlying scent of fresh linen. What was it? Where had you smelled it before? It bothered you.

“Mine smells like fresh linen and very masculine,” You said, staring Draco down.

“I smell old books as well,” He said, staring back with narrowed eyes.

“I smell something old and expensive.”

“Like you’d know what that smells like,” He huffed. You were kinda surprised that Snape was just letting the two of you go back and forth like this.

“Oh? And just what else do you smell?” You asked. He leaned close to the potion, sniffing delicately at it.

“Chocolate,” He said, slowly, “And something earthy?”

“How original,” You said, rolling your eyes.

“You try it then.” You leaned down, copying his prior movements. You could just make out the smell of clean, crisp air. In a strange way, it smelled like Quidditch. You couldn’t really explain how though. Even deeper under that, you could smell a strong black tea.

“Tea and what I can only describe as Quidditch,” You said. He gave you a withering look before turning to look at Snape.

Snape stared down at the two of you like he couldn’t believe how stupid you were. When you glanced back to Hermione, she had the same look on her face. You eyes flicked between the two attempting to decipher why they held that expression. Snape stared down his nose at Draco like he was waiting for an answer of some sort. You blinked slowly. What could they possibly be looking at the two of you like that for? You ran over your list of scents again in your head before it hit you. When it did, you nearly fell over. You were smelling Draco in your Amortentia!

“Sir, I’m feeling a little ill, may I leave?” You asked, suddenly feeling woozy. He looked at you, nodding once.

“Miss Granger, please escort her back to her dorm and hurry back,” He said.

“Yes, sir,” She said, leading you out. You only made it around the corner before she said something.

“Figure it out?” She asked smugly.

“Figure what out?” You asked nervously.

“Did you figure out what you were smelling or, who, rather,” She laughed. You felt heat rush up your neck.

“I smelled Malfoy, didn’t I?” You said. She nodded, looking incredibly amused.

“I believe so.” Great. That pretty much drove the final nail into your coffin. You finally had to face something you’d been running from since you were thirteen and you weren’t happy about it.

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meswiftiesince06-blog · 5 years

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ME!

Hi guys! (I literally have zero followers..) Still going to come on here and post the easter eggs, theories, and thoughts/feelings I have about Taylor Swift’s new song ME! featuring Brendon Urie. I’m sure everything has been said before but just for my own need to get this out into the world, here we go!

1. The white and pink snake. Obviously a reference to her previous persona from reputation. I love love love that it’s white and a pale pink. Just goes to show this album/era she is stepping into the light.

2. Explodes into butterflies. I love this new symbol she’s embracing this era mostly because of the symbolism behind what it is to be a butterfly. Transformation. Metamorphosis. Change. New beginnings. Blooming. Light. Beauty. Blah blah blah. You get it. So the butterfly goes through 4 stages before it becomes who it's meant to be. Egg stage, larva stage (caterpillar), pupa (cocoon), and full adult hood (butterfly). So during the pupa stage, it appears from the outside that the caterpillar is just resting but in fact this is the stage that it changes the most. So in reference to Taylor...she was off the grid for what seemed like a lifetime. To us and the world, looked like she was resting, nesting, hiding. But in fact, she was in the most beautiful part of her life, METAMORPHOSIS!! She was growing into her true self during that time, falling in love with herself, her music, and the people that surrounded her. Wow. ALSO the butterflies are all in the design of the mural in Nashville, right?? Love that. Detail, Taylor, I seeee you.

3. French fight. UMMMM this totally took me by surprise. Love how she sounds speaking french. Not really sure why she decided to fight in another language. There has to be some significance to that. What could that be?? GAH.

4. The Christmas tree. This could be significant for two reasons. One being she grew up on a Christmas tree farm--could very well be going back to her roots, nostalgic album to come? Orr second, there’s a line in ME! that says “livin in winter, I am your summer” now the way I see this, Christmas is in winter, but her album might be coming in summer of this year?? My bet.....July 13th 2019. I’ll get to that later.

5. The chicks wall. Paintings of chicks with sunglasses. Also sign of a summer album... And a painting of the actual Dixie Chicks. Definitely thinking we are getting a collab track with the Dixie Chicks. I will fucking DIE. Man oh man if that theory is true....whew. That would be awesome.

6. Palm trees in the windows of the hall. Okay, as I’m writing this, I’m playing pausing playing pausing the music video so I can catch whatever clues she's leaving. Don't blame me ;) anyway, so I just noticed there are freaking palm trees in the window!!!! Couldn’t count them..but they’re significant for sure.

7. 13 clouds. Counted the clouds when she walked down the staircase (same staircase from the iconic LWYMMD music video).

8. Pink phone reference. Sooo remember when the old Taylor couldn’t come to the phone? Why? Oh, cause she’s dead. Well this has to be a stab at that. And it’s pink. Maybe this is Taylor’s way of telling us, new phone, who dis?

9. Snake clouds. This makes me think of Out of the Woods, where the monsters turned out to be just trees. The snakes turned out to be just clouds, harmless clouds. Something she could come out of, brush off.

10. Shadows in the window. SOOO this might be a stretch and it might be nothing but as she walking out the front door of this building there are three shadows that appear on the floor--her own and two on either side of her that almost look like they’re dancing outside..again this might be nothing but it caught my attention.

11. Rainbow brick road. I said this in my previous post. I feel a lot of Wizard of Oz vibes in this entire video. Instead she has a rainbow brick road, genius. Just goes to show her love for the LGBTQ community once again. There are rainbows all over this video, and colors galore. Just reminds me of Dorothy and her travels. Also, she referenced herself as a witch in the last album “they’re burning all the witches even if you aren’t one.....so light me up”

12. Colored briefcases. If you count the briefcases around her head right before she gets into the chorus, there are 7....7 briefcases. This is her 7th album. Makes sense. But she is holding up 10 fingers...so July 10th? I’m still sticking with July 13th. 7th album, 7th month, and the obvious 13! Only time will tell!!

13. Pale yellow suit. Taylor mentioned in an interview that this song is about embracing yourself as you are, as an individual and being confident in a relationship to not be insecure. "I’m the only one of me......You’re the only one of you” and notice she is the only person wearing this pale yellow colored suit. Just stands out to me. Also, just this whole scene screams BUSINESSSSS. POWER BABY!!!!

14. Clock set on 8:30. A lot of people are saying this might be her release date for the new album so August 30th. But I’m stuck on July 13th. Idk.

15. Brendon’s Mary Poppins scene. Not sure what the umbrellas signify. But it makes me think of the 1989 world tour with the light up umbrellas and dress (ugh what a look!!) and that was during How You Get The Girl. So maybe this is in reference to Taylor finally finding someone who took those steps (see How You Get The Girl) to make her a part of their life. Just an idea.

16. “A lot of lame guys out there.” I just need to pay homage to this line and how in her part says “There’s a lot of cool chicks out there”...can we say FEMINISM?! Girl power, girls supporting other girls. I am allllll about this.

17. Lover. There is a neon sign behind Taylor in the pink flowy magical dress while sitting on a stone unicorn that says “Lover” people are predicting this is a song title from the new album. Might just be a new word she uses throughout because she sings “babydoll when it comes to a lover...”

18. Gifts presented by Brendon. I love this part so much. On her live instagram situation today, she mentioned this scene and how it kind of breaks down those walls of how dating and loving someone should go, or what we all have come to know dating as. It’s not all flowers and rings, it’s important to get to know someone first. First and foremost. Get to know someone through talking, learning about likes and dislikes, make that the lead into starting a relationship. Fancy dinners, gifts, and what have you, only go so far. Which leads me to Benjamin....

19. Kitten, duh. So when I saw the mural, obviously picked that thing apart because as Taylor said, there are so many clues as far as what this song will feel like, look like. I saw three cats. And what better way to announce to the rest of the world that WE HAVE A NEW CAT PEOPLE. Benjamin Button. I can’t. So freaking awesome. Also, can I just say, how awesome it is that Taylor has broken that stigma of being a cat lady going hand in hand with being alone. YOU CAN HAVE BOTH IF YOU ALLOW IT. Just saying.

20. Heart door. This was not obvious at first to me, but thank god for the incredible detective work this fanbase does because my dumb ass didn’t put it together. This part refers to a line in Welcome to New York, “kaleidoscope of loud, heartbeats under coats” UMMM fucking genius!!! I love this a lot. This also has me wondering why she decided to reference to that lyric, that song. Okay...she spoke french at the beginning, refers to New York here...hm....is she moving to France?! Kidding. Idk. I’m rambling. Moving on!

21. Inside the heart concert. Very 60��s 70′s vibes here. Honestly kind of reminds me of hairspray. The big hair, the bright colors, the audience even. Also, her entire band are angels??? Someone mentioned that this might have something to do with the guest appearance she had on the rep tour, Robbie Williams and they sang Angels together. Maybe another collab?? We will seeee!

22. The bridge. So this isn’t so much a theory or personal thought, but I wanted to share what Taylor and Brendon were talking about on Instagram live today. About when he came to record his part of the song, he was extremely sick 105 fever (okay what a fuckin trooper!! I’d be dead) and he came through helping out with writing this bridge, very catchy. Also I love how they say “Strike the band...1, 2, 3″ I have a feeling that might have to do with the iconic swiftie add on we created during the rep tour, during Delicate “1, 2, 3...LET’S GO BITCH!!!” That’s probably one of my favorite parts of tour and how she caught on and even knew! So freakin cool.

23. Ariel view of this city. So when you pause at like 3:09 in the music video you can get a pretty good view of what’s in this Taylor magical land of hers. This is what I see....I see the capitol building in Washington, Big Ben (famous London clock tower) (which might be just a reference to her new kitty, Benjamin Button) and maybe Notre Dame?? What do you guys think??

24. White cowgirl boots. When her and Brendon are dancing in what seems to be the inside of a light up rainbow thing, she is definitely wearing white cowgirl boots!! Boots being a reference to the old Taylor, but they’re white, so maybe a reference to the NEW Taylor. Or maybe we’ll get some country vibes within the next album.

25. Possible witch on broomstick?? So this might be a stretch, but immediately after the camera comes down from them dancing in the rainbow light thing, I see a black object that kind of takes the shape of a witch on a broomstick. Again with he Wizard of Oz vibes, and her witch reference to herself in IDSB song, this could be something!

26. Last but not least, I want to mention her outfit choices during this ENTIRE video. I saw this on tumblr and just need to get it out because it kind of blew my mind. First outfit, black leo with white tutu skirt, she wore something very similar on the Red Tour while she sand Treacherous, a very beautiful song about love and ugh if that isn’t giving us feels, idk what is. Umbrellas I mentioned earlier. Her light blue marching band looking outfit has some definite You Belong With Me video vibes. Yes and please. And last but not least, her blue paint dress she wears in the last part of the music video has us thinking about her blue dress she wore at the end of OOTW music video and at the beginning of the LWYMMD music video. RIP Zombie Taylor. You were good to us. Anyway, lot of “old” Taylor vibes. Or maybe......a new and improved version of the person that we have all come to know and ADORE.

Alright, I think I got that out of my system. Not sure that a single human being will ever see this post, but it’s here. I’m here. I am so ready for this new Taylor Era of light and beauty and acceptance and self worth and glitter. All the glitter.

I love you T!!

@taylorswift @taylornation

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