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snowyslytherinowl · 9 months

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Locked in the Staffroom

PAIRING: Severus Snape x (Professor) Reader

SUMMARY: Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall know that Severus Snape and you have hidden feelings for each other. When Snape refuses to acknowledge that you truly reciprocate his feelings, they lock him in the staffroom to force him to finally ask you out.

*GIF isn't mine.

Excited whispers and giggles sound from inside the staffroom. Who in the wizarding world is giggling? Severus thinks before he pushes the door open. No wonder; it’s Dumbledore and Minerva. The two jump away from each other the second Severus walks in. Tea flies into Minerva’s hands, and Dumbledore stares dreamily out the window.

“Good day, Severus. What brings you here?” Minerva asks after sipping her tea.

He ignores their question and sneers, “What were you two old bats whispering about?”

Dumbledore’s eyes twinkle behind his half-moon spectacles. “In truth, Minerva and I were discussing what a lovely couple you and the charming History of Magic professor would make.” Minerva chokes on her tea, clearly unaware that Dumbledore planned to spill the details of their gossip talk. “We know of your deep, burning feelings for her and believe that it would be prudent to act on them.”

Blood rushes to Severus’s face. “I do not have feelings for her,” he spits. Even if he did, he thinks they would be neither deep nor burning. Sitting next to you at every meal, admiring your outfits and eyes, and dreaming of your every waking moment surely doesn’t constitute as that.

Fine, perhaps he does fancy you just a little bit.

“One may attempt to conceal their love, but love cannot be concealed in the way one gazes at their beloved,” Dumbledore says dreamily.

“She looks at you the same way you look at her, lucky for you.” Minerva raises her eyebrows and throws him a knowing, smug smile. “If you weren’t always so engrossed in your work, you’d see it, too.”

Severus rolls his eyes. “I do not appreciate your meddling in my relationships with the other professors. Either way, you are becoming old and delusional.” The other two professors burst out laughing as Severus turns away and pours a cup of tea for himself. He makes a final comment as his back is turned, “Perhaps you bats need better spectacles or charms to improve your sanity.”

Mere seconds after he takes his first sip, the staffroom door opens. Severus’s eyes shoot up to see who has entered into this embarrassing conversation, and it is none other than you. His gaze immediately lowers back to the tea, and his hair falls around his face to shield the fact that his face is turning an even brighter shade of red. You take note of the tense atmosphere and awkwardly greet, “Hi, everyone.”

Dumbledore and Minerva warmly greet you, while Severus nods in your direction. You blush at Severus’s albeit scarce attention and walk to stand by him at the drink table.

“Look at the time. It appears that Minerva and I must depart for our daily bird watching. Hogsmeade residents have reported a sighting of the Fiery Frizzle, and it would be an absolute shame to miss witnessing the bird setting a cottage on fire,” Dumbledore declares. Minerva plays along and they stand up to leave the room.

“I didn’t know that you��re into bird watching,” you note as you pour milk into a coffee.

“They aren’t,” Severus grunts with full knowledge of their true plan. They want to give you two some privacy so he can make some grand gesture demonstrating his love for you. Too bad for them; he plans to leave the staffroom soon after the older professors depart. Regardless of Severus’s comments, the two give him expectant glances before exiting.

Silence engulfs the staffroom until you say, “I brought essays to grade. You can join me only if you want to, of course.” You smile shyly when he looks at you.

“Unfortunately, I have duties to attend to,” Severus says and downs his remaining tea in one go despite how it burns his throat. With his hair covering his eyes, he glances at your dress one last time before heading for the door. It’s truly a shame that he doesn’t have more time (the courage, rather) to admire how it shows your curves in all the right places.

Severus attempts to turn the door handle and discovers that it’s jammed. No matter the spell he casts and how many times he impatiently grunts “alohomora,” the door doesn’t budge. He notices that you’re looking at him, earning a nervous laugh from him. “The door refuses to open. Not surprising, considering I have been telling Dumbledore that it requires repair.”

“Really? I never had an issue with it. Do you need help?” you ask, but still walk over before he can respond. You cast several spells of your own, none of which work to open the door. Severus feels flustered, but whether it’s because of your closeness or his embarrassment at being unable to complete a simple task on his own, he doesn’t know.

As you attempt to remove the door handle altogether, a realization hits Severus: the door won’t open unless he confesses his feelings or asks you out. His blood boils as he thinks about how that pair of old baboons are probably up in Dumbledore’s office at this very moment, giggling and kicking their feet with excitement like schoolchildren. He can’t wait to get out of here so he can storm into the office and hit them with every jinx and hex he can think of.

But then again, neither of you can leave unless he makes a move. The staffroom is hardly the place for pouring his heart out or asking you out on a date. Severus supposes that inviting you to the Three Broomsticks is the best option since you might think he’s merely asking you as a friend. Though what is he supposed to do? Lean against the door and nonchalantly say, “Go to the Three Broomsticks with me?” Or magic a flower into existence and pop the question? Merlin, why does this feel more nerve-wracking than taking on a dragon or walking through the Forbidden Forest during a gloomy night?

He’s snapped to attention when you say, “I don’t think this thing will budge.”

“Yes, I believe so,” he mutters back. You’re looking up at him through your eyelashes. Ugh, this seems like the best time to ask you on a date. He crosses his arms against his chest, then uncrosses them because it makes him seem closed-off. Then they hang limply against his sides; no, that makes him look weak. Never mind any of this; just say something!

“Er, I want to… I was wondering if perhaps you, er,” he stammers and forces the rest out in a rushed sentence, “WouldliketogototheThreeBroomstickswithme?”

You scrunch your face together. “What?”

Why couldn’t you just hear him the first time? Do you wish to embarrass him? His eyes fix on a point on the ground to avoid the impending look of horror on your face as he clearly enunciates his next sentence. “Do you want to go to the Three Broomsticks with me this Saturday?”

With every ounce of his being, Severus forces himself to look at you. Disgust isn’t written on your face at all. Instead, you’re grinning widely, and your eyes are even brighter than usual. “Yes! Is six okay?”

The muscles of his mouth force his lips into a small smile. “Er, it is,” he replies without thinking if it does. Either way, he’d move around his entire schedule for a mere minute of your time. But then his heart sinks as he realizes that you’ve likely only agreed to accompany him to the Three Broomsticks as an outing between two friends.

Severus is proven wrong once more when you lean up to him and give him a quick kiss on the cheek! Oh no, he must look like a bashful schoolboy due to his burning cheeks and widening grin. No matter any of that, though, because you kissed his cheek!

“I, er, I shall see you then,” he stammers. You smile and nod in agreement before he reaches for the door handle to leave before he bursts with giddiness. Lo and behold, the door finally opens.

Unlike what Severus expected, Minerva and Dumbledore are standing at the end of the corridor. Good; he can murder them without having to walk too far! He rushes over to them and upon seeing him, their faces break out into vicious little smirks.

“I have half a mind to turn you into mice and feed you to snakes!” Severus sneers.

The two professors look at each other and laugh so hard that Minerva has to put a hand on Dumbledore’s arm to stable herself. “We see that you’ve taken our advice to heart,” Dumbledore says. “Did she agree to your invitation?”

“That is none of your business!” he spits.

“It appears that she did agree, Albus!” Minerva exclaims. “You can thank us for that later. I rather think that Minerva would be a beautiful middle name for your future baby girl.”

Severus’s eyes narrow and he advances on the two, but he merely gets close enough to scowl in their faces. “I rather think that name hideous!” he snaps and jerks back to leave the two where they are in the hall.

But he’s halfway to the stairs when Dumbledore calls back, “Perhaps Albus would be a suitable middle name for a boy!”

Severus doesn’t respond. Instead, he flicks his wand at a window, smashing it and sending glass flying everywhere. His cloak billows around him as he grumpily climbs the stairs and disappears from sight, but he can’t help but wonder what name would be regal enough for his future child.

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kookslastbutton · 10 months

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Too Late to Dream ༓ jjk (m)┃ch. V

✑ Summary: You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.

Pairing: economics professor!jungkook x fem!artist!reader

AU/Genre: angst, smut, fluff, marriage au, age gap, series

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 3,342

Warnings: 8-year age gap, mentions of professor-student relationship (oc was a Masters student), jk has milk obsession, oc injured, both lonely :(, mommy issues, lots of family drama/in-laws, fighting, pent-up issues/desires, jk has daddy issues, jk being good hubby to oc

Now Playing: Make It Right, Tryna Be, Infinity, It Will Rain, Heaven+

A/N: I've heard the requests and I think it's time to fulfill them–how did they get together?! Yes, it's here and I'm excited to finally share! Also, yes this took up whole chapter so a tiny break from present-day stuff but we'll be back at it next chapter. 💞

<< ch. IV ༓ ch. Vl >> | series masterlist

Before marrying you, Jungkook had the same routine. He got up, showered, brushed his teeth, put work clothes on, grabbed breakfast, and ran out the door with twenty minutes to spare. Trying to find a parking spot at 7 a.m. at the university was no joke and he had to leave early or some college kid would take the last spot and not think twice.

His night routine was similar. Jungkook finished the day between 5 and 6 pm, slowly regretting he ever agreed to teach evening classes. He’d kick off his shoes, eat dinner, grade some of his student’s papers if needed, brush his teeth again, and went to bed.

It was a constant cycle and with no one around, not even a pet, Jungkook’s life was fairly quiet and systematic. Sometimes his buddies would come over on the weekend for a couple of hours and that surely rocked his world.

But that wouldn’t happen often during the school season due to his ridiculously packed teaching schedule. The most recent person he’d hang around during those months was Taehyung and if he wasn’t free, Jungkook would spend his time at the grocery store–stocking up on milk.

4 years ago

“That was two weeks ago man,” Jungkook says, pushing a cart with five-gallon jugs of milk to his car. He’s on the phone with Taehyung who's reminiscing about the grand opening of the new art exhibit and how “lovely” it was to meet you there.

Jungkook doesn’t need reminding though.

He clearly remembers seeing you there and Taehyung happily making a complete fool of him once he found out who you were. Thankfully you hadn’t seemed to mind too much since you and Taehyung soon moved on to discuss various art theories, masterpieces, and underrepresented artists.

“You didn't have to stay y'know.” If Jungkook didn't know any better he'd think Taehyung was salty. "You could've left at 8 pm like you planned. __ and I would have been fine."

Jungkook winces hearing the man's argument. He did think about going home at 8, but it unsettled him to leave you alone with Taehyung. His colleague was enjoying himself a little too much that night and there’s no telling what he’d do or say when he’s overly comfortable.

Jungkook had to stay until you left.

"Are you kidding me? Leaving you unsupervised would've been the worst idea after all your endless blubbering." Jungkook pops the trunk of his car, stuffing the jugs of milk inside. "God knows what you'd scar __ with."

On the other line, Taehyung smirks through the speaker. "No, that's not it......you weren't going to leave me alone with a woman, an attractive one at that."

Jungkook grabs the last jug of milk, slamming it on the floorboard. "Student, and stop talking about her like that. She's my stu—"

"Say student one more time and I'm going to take all your milk and give it to Yoongi hyung's cats."

"I swear to god, Taehyung, if you touch my milk I'm never going to another art museum or wine tasting with you again." Jungkook is very protective of his dairy products.

"That's okay. I don't need you when __ says she'll be happy to go with me sometime." Smug bastard, Jungkook thinks. There's no way you said that.

"That's bull Taehy—"

"Look she's in her masters and is literally eight years younger than you. It's not that serious so stop acting like she's fresh out of high school. Besides, you said it yourself, she's not a child."

Jungkook grunts, shoving the cart into the others. "She's a young lady who happens to be enrolled in the school. As faculty, we have no business thinking or talking about her outside those terms."

"For fucksake, Kook. You always make things so complicated!" Taehyung's baritone voice cracks through the speaker. "I'm just trying to get you to admit that you're into her some way or another. How many other students have I stayed to talk to and you couldn't give a—"

Just then a loud, high-pitch screech interrupts the call. Jungkook whips his head around immediately. He doesn't spot anything at first but a string of profanities remains audible in the distance.

"Jungkook, are you okay?"

"Yeah, but someones screaming and I can't tell where it's coming from." Jungkook walks around the grocery parking lot, eyes darting left and right. "Oh shit!"

There, near the bus stop, you lay on your side with your right leg stretched out and blood running from your temple. You try getting up but you fall right back down, cursing sharply.

"Taehyung I gotta go, it's __. I don't know what happened but she's laying by the bus stop and I think she needs help!" Jungkook shuts his phone and races to where you lay. He kneels next to you with sheer horror on his face. "__, what happened? What can I do?"

"Damn college boys, Dr. Jeon," you spit, dragging your leg up as far as you can. You reach for your bag which had flung about a foot away when you crashed. "So fucking eager to get off the bus and—oh damn that hurts like a bitch!"

"What hurts?" Jungkook lunges forward to catch your torso from slamming on the hard concrete. "Stay still okay? We need to get you to the hospital."

"I'm all set, but thanks. It'll likely heal in a day."

Jungkook shakes his head and wraps an arm under your back and legs. "Can you put your arms around my neck?"

"Dr. Jeon, I appreciate what you're doing but I don't want to go to the hospital. Please."

You're serious. No trace of bluffing or even simply trying to act tough. You really don't want to go.

"You need to be checked by a doctor sweetheart," Jungkook insists. "Whatever happened has made it so you can't walk. C'mon, my car is nearby and I'll drive you over."

"No, wait!" He feels you push against his chest.

"__. I'm not leaving you without making sure you didn't break a bone or something. I don't want to make things worse but you don't look so hot right now. So please, let me take you." Jungkook lifts you up when you give a barely consenting yes.

"You sprained your ankle pretty bad hun." Dr. Kim Seokjin draws your attention to the X-ray scan. "Second degree." He points to the visual of your partially torn ligament. "There's going to be a lot of swelling so you're gonna need to stay off your foot for at least 4 weeks."

"Do I have to stay here?" is your first question.

"For the first couple of weeks, we strongly advise—yes." Dr. Kim moves on to the next X-ray scan. "You also cracked a rib which will also take about 4 weeks to heal, or more. Of course you're head has suffered a mild concussion as well but it's very mild thankfully." Dr. Kim catches sight of Jungkook next to you, staring at the scans. "You're wife's going to be okay," he says mid-diagnoses.

"We're not—" you start to say but Dr. Kim continues talking.

"Wife, girlfriend, lover, what have you. The point is, much of what we have here will recover with a month of rest, ice, and elevation." He takes a pen from his pocket and starts jotting down something on paper. "I recommend two weeks here for moderation purposes. If things look good, you finish the healing at home. Still, be careful though, no funny business."

The blank looks on both your faces tell Dr. Kim he wasn't clear enough. "Yah, my filters going to die with you two doe-eyed deer. No funny business means no sex!"

"Oh god!" You outburst, mortified by the thought. Jungkook whips his head to your slack-jawed expression. "Dr. Kim, it's not like that between us."

The older man suddenly zeros in on your professor, eyes narrowing slightly. "What's the matter son? Having trouble getting it up?"

Jungkook jolts in his seat, startled by the crass response. "I—no, what? There's nothing wrong with my—"

"We're not together!" You shout before Jungkook's sentence finishes. "We're friends." Saying that your professor brought you here sounded a little odd for some reason, especially when Dr. Kim was already convinced you two were a thing.

"Mhm sure, heard the same thing from my wife before we went off and eloped." Dr. Kim treads to the door. If he has a dime for how many times he's heard that "we're friends" bs he'd be...well, he's already rich so never mind. "Let's move on to something more productive now, like getting __ settled in a room. The sooner she starts the healing process, the sooner she can be good as new again."

"Thank you Dr. Kim," Jungkook says, slowly standing up to stroll you and your wheelchair out of the room. You didn't like it but the nurses insisted you be in one to keep pressure off your muscles.

"Yeah yeah." Dr. Kim waves him off. "Just remember what I said, no funny business. Especially here at the hospital. You don't know how many times I've heard the nurses catching their patients on top of one another at 2 am in the morning. That better not be you two, whoever you are to each other."

"Yes, doctor." You both reply, thankful of the fact that neither of you are in any position to be looking at each other.

"Is there any way I can be here for less than two weeks?" Jungkook watches as you plead with the nurse. It worries him that you're still anxious to avoid medical attention.

"I'm afraid not," the nurse says simply. "If you need anything, press the call button and I'll be in as soon as I can."

Once the nurse leaves, Jungkook pulls up a chair next to your bed. "Stupid question but how are you feeling?"

"I'm in an ankle brace, my rib burns, and my head is still dizzy. I'm trapped in the hospital for two weeks and all because a bunch of nineteen-year-old boys couldn't wait to hit up some frat party," you groan, not bearing in mind your tongue. "I'm sorry for dragging you into this Dr. Jeon."

"You didn't drag me into anything __. I'm glad I was there when this happened and I'm even more glad that you're here, getting help." Jungkook clears his throat before continuing. "Even if it isn't ideal for you."

You ignore the subtle pry for information. "Please, Dr. Jeon. You don't have to stay any longer. It's the weekend and I'm sure you have plans."

Jungkook gives a faint smile. "So, you're saying this is none of my business?"

"No, not—not at all. I mean if you want to stay then I guess you can but I don't want you to feel obligated or anything."

"I want to be here," Jungkook says simply. "But you know that's not what I meant. I'd like to know why it bothers you when anyone tries to help you...if I may."

"Just habit," you mumble quickly, averting eye-contact. It's not your professor's job to bear the weight of your problems.

Jungkook nods in reply, pretending you gave a satisfactory explanation. He wishes you'd tell him but if you didn't want to share more then that was your choice —he wasn't going to force you. "I understand." He grabs his phone from his pocket and rests his elbows on his knees. "Are you hungry?"

"Huh?" You look back at him, his question going right over your head.

"I asked if you're hungry. It's about dinner time so I can get you something if you want. I also have a bunch of milk in my trunk that needs to get to a fridge. But I can place the order now and pick it up in my way back here."

"Milk in your trunk?" Is the only words you repeat, dumbfounded. "Like chocolate milk or...?"

"Nah, Whole Milk." Jungkook grins at your scrunched up face. You try to hide it but not very well. "Don't look so disgusted. Milk is good for you."

"Yeah when you're ten years old."

"On the contrary!" You flinch when his voice rises, along with his eyebrows. "Milk has a lot of health benefits as adults. It has thirteen essential nutrients and helps maintain muscle and bone strength. I drink at least two full glasses a day, if not more."

"I'm sorry but that's nasty." You shudder at the thought of drinking milk in your twenties let alone your thirties. "You really enjoy it? The taste?"

"Yup, always have since a baby! Loved it so much that my mother-" You raise an eyebrow to which he abruptly switches topics. "Anyway, do you want me to pick you up something or no?"

You giggle, a little uncomfortable with whatever he was about to disclose to you.

"That's okay, no thanks."

"You sure? Otherwise I'm gonna be eating in front of you." Jungkook knows how this sounds — he's trying to force you to eat. But the truth is, he just doesn't want to eat by himself tonight. He also doesn't want to leave you alone this early, especially when you obviously detest being here, for whatever reason.

"I'm sure," you say. "But...if you want to come back you can. Not like I have anything to do anyway."

"Good then." Pleased, Jungkook opens up his phone contacts. "Give me you're number in case you change your mind while I'm out."

Over the next couple of weeks, Jungkook continues to stay by your side. He leaves to teach his classes of course and to go home late at night, but he stops by every day—hours at a time.

You keep insisting that he not come so much but he always makes the same excuses. "I just brought food" or "You're on my way home from the university". Sometimes he brings in class notes too.

Due to your current predicament, you're missing a lot of content so Jungkook thinks it best to go over key principles with you and takeaways from his lectures. He says it's his duty as a professor–never minding the fact that many of his other students are in a predicament of their own yet he’s not bothering to do jack for them.

"Look Dr. Jeon, I appreciate what you're doing but you really don't have to. I'll be perfectly alright to catch myself up from the textbook and study guides. You don't have to keep stopping by." You try again but Jungkook keeps his wall just as strong as yours.

"I know I don't have to __. I know that I could leave right now, take all these lecture notes home with me, and not feel guilty about a thing. But I told you I was going to be here and I'm going to keep to that no matter how many times you urge me to leave. I also want you to call me Jungkook outside class but have you allowed for any of those to happen?" Jungkook tosses the folder of notes in his sachel, a loud thump following. "A simple thank you would suffice."

"I am grateful, I really am. But I never asked to be given so much of your time. I feel bad because maybe you're just one of those overly nice people who feel it's their duty to stick around or what not when someone's in trouble. I don't need to be pitied over! Also, you said I could keep calling you the usual, so Dr. Jeon it will remain!" Why you're raising your voice, you don't know but it's happening either way.

"Yeah I did," Jungkook quips, matching your tone. "But after the last, nearly two weeks I think we ought to be on a first-name basis! And I'm in no way pitying you okay? I'm here because I care dammit! I don't want you to be alone and I don't want you to be behind in getting your Masters. So I' try to be be here every day for at least fifteen minutes if not more!"

You don't fully process what he says so you reply to what you remember most. "Why? Why can't I call you Dr. Jeon? It's been that way from the start, twice every week. So why do I need to call you Jungkook all a sudden?!"

"Because it makes me feel younger, you insulted my milk after I first took you to the hospital, we've been eating dinner almost every night since your injury, you told me about your childhood cat named Mr. Muttonbottom, and you just called me by my first name so there are no take backs! Now, if you're done making a fit, do you want bibimbap or jajangmyeon for dinner tonight?!"

What the actual hell? You cease your arguing at once, hearing your professor, or excuse you, Jungkook, all fluffed up. Obviously, you're not the only one high-strung over being stuck in the same routine day in, day out.

"Jajangmyeon...please," you mutter.

"Thank fuck," he swears. Yeah that's new too.

"Sorry for getting mad earlier." You mumble the words as soon as Jungkook returns with the food. "It just feels odd that you've been here all the time...you're my professor."

Jungkook mauls over your choice of words, stiffening ever so slightly. "Well, I'd like to think we're sorta friends now but alright. Does this actually bother you __? I don't mean to make you uncomfortable, you know that." He places the bag of take-out on the small desk near your bed.

"No, it's doesn't bother me." you just don't know how to react or what to say besides a measly thank you. More so, you don't want to make someone feel responsible for you...you should take care of your own shit without bringing others with you. It's not the best mindset, you're aware, but its the one you have.

"Okay good because to be completely transparent, I'm sorta here for me too. I live my myself, eat by myself, talk to myself....I do most things alone so it's nice having someone else to be around." He's not sure where to set his eyes, so he looks downward, fumbling with the napkins in front of him. "I'm making this awkward, sorry."

Feeling the strange need to offer comfort, you stretch a hand over Jungkook's arm. "I get it. It's nice having someone around too."

You and Jungkook hold each other's gaze for a few seconds more, letting the brief silence do the rest of the talking. Maybe you've been looking at this a little too one-sided.

"How are you feeling today? Any better?" Jungkook cracks open the bowl of Jajangmyeon, handing it to you with a pair of chopsticks.

You take the steamy food and gesture to your ankle which has swollen down a good amount. "Still more healing to be done but it's better."

Jungkook hums in approval. "That's comforting to hear. Dr. Kim going to discharge you soon?"

"Yeah, I think so. A few more days and he said I should be able to rest up at home."

"Really?" He chews on his bottom lip. "Well great, uhm , do you have stuff going on when you get back?"

You think a moment, trying to recollect if you made plans with Na-Rae. "Maybe some but not much. I don't have a ton of people around me right now either...down here I mean."

"Well, do you wanna go out to dinner then?" Jungkook pops the question more causal than expected. It's almost like he planned this or at least has been thinking about it for a bit. "We've been eating together for a while now and I think it might be a nice celebratory thing."

"Are you asking me on a date...Jungkook?" Because it defiantly sounds like he is, as indirect as it may be.

His reply is barely audible but you hear it and for the first time, your professor sounds truly timid. "Uh, well...let's go with "hang out", like friends do."

A/N: so yeah, thats how they got together 👀😅 anyone surprised? Thinking about a drabble for thier first date now haha. Anyway, next chapter we get back to present day stuff where more drama goes down. Also, adding a chapter bc this flashback took the whole chapter lol. Lmk your thoughts 💞

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lilacwisps · 1 year

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Do you take headcanon requests? If yes, what would be the HL boys reactions when they get caught making out with MC?

To be honest, nonnie, I'm more of a fic girlie, but I could try 💜 These ones are for Ominis, Sebastian, and Garreth - if you'd like other characters, let me know.

Ominis:

Ominis is not really into PDA - he'll hold hands with MC but won't do much more than that when others are around. For a make-out session with MC, he'd prefer somewhere discreet, like the Undercroft or some other not-so-public space at Hogwarts, where others cannot interrupt quite so easily.

He definitely thinks that private moments are best enjoyed, well, privately.

That is not to say that interruptions don't happen, at least sometimes - be that Sebastian bursting into the Undercroft at an inopportune moment or some other student or professor happening upon Ominis and MC when they are making out in some secret nook outside the Undercroft.

Whenever that happens, Ominis is always quite irritated with the intruder - he is possessive of MC in a very protective sort of way and doesn't want anyone else to see her in such a delicate position. Especially because on occasion he gets too carried away, and a simple make-out session turns into...something more.

If a student happens upon them, Ominis will threaten them into silence - the last thing he needs is too many rumors spreading around the school.

If it's a professor, he'll take responsibility and play at remorse, hoping they won't breathe a word of it to Professor Black. Otherwise, he'll inevitably be receiving a letter from his family. (A howler, most likely, if MC is half-blood or muggleborn, and a "we are meeting with her family to finalize your engagement, and no, fifteen is not too young to be engaged, your father and I were already married at that age" letter if she's a pure-blood).

Sebastian:

Sebastian's quite the opposite in this respect - he loves PDA. Loves having his arm draped around MC's shoulders when they walk together, loves holding her hand when they sit next to each other, loves kissing at every chance he gets. And, if he were to be completely honest, loves leaving love bites on MC's skin for others to see.

He's possessive, too, but in a different sort of way - he needs everyone around him to know that MC is hisand his alone.

The possibility of getting caught when doing something naughty thrills him to no end, so he will take any chance he gets to make out with MC in a public or a semi-public place.

Anything that gets his blood rushing with adrenaline excites him in other ways as well. Sneaking around in the Restricted Section? Surely, he has a moment to kiss MC breathless right against the bookshelves. Hiding from the prefects in a broom closet? No time like now to have a make-out session and maybe go a little further unless, of course, they get caught too soon.<

Outside of the context of breaking the school rules, he'd make out with MC on the Grand Staircase or even in the Great Hall if she'd allowed it, and to hell with anyone who could see them.

If a person who catches Sebastian and MC making out is a fellow student, Sebastian usually plays it cool, unless it's someone who he views to be a threat to his relationship - in which case, he'll definitely be taking a few liberties, just to make sure that that person knows that MC is his and his alone.

If it's a professor, Sebastian relies on his charms to get out of trouble - but that doesn't always work. Still, he doesn't mind - it turns out making out with MC in detention in the few minutes that a professor is gone from the classroom to run some errand is just as exciting as making out in the Restricted Section.

Garreth:

Garreth is naturally super affectionate, so if MC is open to PDA, he'll be more than happy to hold her hand, hug her and, perhaps, even exchange small, chaste kisses around others.

Definitely not the type to initiate a make-out session on the Grand Staircase - unless it's some kind of super emotional moment, like, for example, Gryffindor winning the Quidditch cup or MC accepting his marriage proposal - but isn't exactly against making out with MC in places that are a little less public. Like, for example, one of the dozens of empty classrooms in the castle.

There's a risk of getting caught, of course, even in an empty classroom - but he cannot exactly be expected to think rationally when MC is kissing him like that. The moment the make-out session starts, all caution is thrown to the wind.

Because of that, the interruptions happen much more often than Garreth would like.

Definitely gets flustered when caught, but how flustered very much depends on who caught them. If it's a fellow student, Garreth shrugs it off pretty quickly. If it's a professor, Garreth will be trying to take sole responsibility for breaking the school's conduct because the last thing he wants is to get MC in trouble.

If caught, his main concern is always MC - if she seems uneasy, he'll do whatever he can to make her comfortable again, but if she's indifferent to being caught in such a compromising position, he'll get over it pretty quickly.

His greatest fear is probably being caught by his aunt because that will be invariably followed by two kinds of talks that Garreth really dreads - the "talk" talk and the "now that you've caused this young lady to be caught in a compromising situation, it's your responsibility to do the right thing and make an honest witch out of her" talk.

#sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #sebastian sallow x mc #ominis x mc #garreth weasley x mc

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sea-owl · 6 months

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I have had a shitty day today.

What has put a smile on my face is your accidental marriage trope.

Tell me, what kind of a shitshow does Phillip walk in to ag his first family dinner?

How does he top the chaos with his twins?

Not going to lie, I kinda want it to end with Violet smoking a cigarette in the garage. Trying to recover

I'm sorry you had such a bad day lovley.

Let's see, I've been debating this for a while but what if the accidental marriage also happened in the Full House au. So now we got the Crane twins running wild but they're being horrible influences on their younger cousins. Meanwhile Penelope is trying to stay calm because holy shit the random man from London aka her baby daddy was also here.

The Bridgertons descend on Phillip's home so they can work out some sort of agreement for the anullment, and they're nosy. They need to see what kind of man Eloise married, even if it's only temporary. Plus, since they're trying to stay on the downlow, it would be more inconspicuous for the family to travel separately to an unknown location to the media than to one of their homes.

One by one, the Bridgertons started to show. First to show was Sophie and Benedict, who live the closest. Anthony, Kate, and Violet were next. Violet just had to scout out the new potential grand babies. She has a gut feeling this Phillip fellow and his family are gonna be around longer than what the others think, no matter what Anthony says. Daphne and Simon follow behind. Gregory and Hyacinth drove all the way from University to see this shit show, some good quality entertainment right here. Colin and Francesca are the last to arrive.

Michael can't tell who's tenser between his two friends. He can understand why Phillip is tense. The Bridgertons are a powerful family. Hell, he remembers when John first started dating Francesca how big of a deal it was. Now, here was poor Phillip who just accidentally married in on a drunken night. Penelope has a story with these people though, he can tell.

The meal itself goes well. The Bridgertons ask questions. They learn Phillip is a botanist and a part time professor. He's never been married. He's 30. Favorite color is green. His two friends live with him mainly because he doesn't know what to do with this big house he inherited, so why not let his friends live with him. Two of the four children living in the house are his. No one admits that those children are from drunken one night stands. Better to keep that quiet.

Michael and Penelope get asked questions too. More so Penelope than Michael since Michael already knows the Bridgertons.

Things start getting interesting when they discuss the plan for Eloise's and Phillip's anullment.

"We can't do the anullment right away. The media is in a frenzy right now from Eloise's posts," Anthony starts. "That being said, they'll also be in an even bigger frenzy should we do the anullment too soon or if Eloise is spotted living with one of us. Do you mind her staying here?"

Phillip looked from Michael to Penelope. While it was his house, they lived here too, and he was always fair about them getting their say. Michael shrugged, he didn't mind. Eloise could easily keep up with the kids, and it seems like she's developing a fast friendship with Penelope, too.

"That's fine," Phillip agreed. "Just as long as the children living here are kept out of the media."

Anthony nodded. If there was one thing the Bridgertons could do, it was control the narrative. If they didn't want someone to be known, they could do it. I mean, look at Francesca, no one could find anything about her online unless she shared it. "Our family would feel more comfortable if two of us could possibly check in and keep an eye on things."

Eloise raised an eyebrow. "Are you siccing a babysitter on me?"

"I'm sending damage control," Anthony shot back. "You know Colin and Francesca are some of the best at getting the media to calm down."

"Why can't it be Benedict?" Eloise questioned.

Everyone looked towards the said Bridgerton and his very pregnant wife sitting next to him.

"Very well," Eloise muttered.

"Besides," Colin said. "We'll only be checking in. Officially, Fran and I will be visiting Benedict and Sophie to help them prepare for the baby."

Michael watched Penelope tensed further as Phillip agreed to the babysitters. He really needed to get that story out of her.

Then Violet asked to see the children. "I brought some sweets for them."

Phillip and Penelope got up to go get their respective sets of twins while Eloiseled her family to the sitting. Michael follows his friends to give the Bridgertons some privacy, and he figured this was his best chance to talk to his own little family.

Once they were far enough away from the dining room and not in hearing distance of the kids, Michael pulled his friends to the side. "You two need to relax. I don't know who was tenser between the two of you. I bet if we had put some coal in your hands, we could have made diamonds."

Phillip sighed while Penelope shot Michael a dirty look.

Michael shrugged. "Hey the scary part is over. Now we get to watch Violet get the kids on a sugar high."

Phillip rubbed his temples. "Oh lord, Amanda and Oliver on sugar."

Michael laughed. "Oh, I can't wait for my nibblings' chaos. But before that," Michael turned to the short red head. "What was with you this evening? I understand why Phillip was tense. But you were just as bad."

Penelope let out her own sigh. "Do you remember the random man from London?"

"Your drunken one night stand baby daddy? Yeah, what about him?"

"He's in the sitting room."

Both boys jaws dropped. "Which one?!"

"The babysitter," Penelope answered.

Michael couldn't help himself, he really couldn't. He busted out laughing. "So let me get this straight. The Bridgertons, one of the most powerful families in the country, the same people who gave even my perfect cousin John a hard time. You," he points to Phillip, "accidentally marry one, and you," he points to Penelope, " have babies with another. All thanks to drunk nights!"

Oh this was perfect! Michael couldn't wait to see this shit show play out. Couldn't ask for better entertainment.

"Aren't you in love with Francesca? Who's the other babysitter?"

Oh now why did they have to be rude and bring that up?

#bridgerton #philoise #polin #franchael #accidental marriage #full house au #besties michael phillip and penelope #pray for them yall #they need the singular bridgerton brain cell to work in their favor #phillip crane #michael stirling #penelope featherington

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Here With Me, the series — M A S T E R L I S T

Joseph Quinn x Erotica Novelist Latina Fem!Reader.

Summary — You've done pretty good for yourself. You have a best friend and through her musician fiancé, a best friend adjacent. You also finalized your dream since you were a kid, always being a writer, but now a published author. Not a grand success, but you gained a following whether from the books themselves or your presence in BookTok and the weekly podcast you do with your best friend. It's earned you invites to conventions with your fellow authors and...that's where you meet him. You were never a fan of long distance relationships, but falling for a London boy? As if there was any other choice. It won't be easy, but, you were both willing to beat the odds.

WARNINGS — There WILL be smut, all sorts of filth going on as typical in a relationship, especially a long distance one. Cursing. Like, obviously I'm writing this for adults. And also, it is RPF so if not you're thing... Understandable, I respect it, just respect me and others that write it to not be a dick about it. ✌️

The Pros and Cons. It's your birthday! You don't feel like celebrating at all, despite your best friends' efforts. What's worse? You're working through the weekend, a guest at a convention with your fellow writers, signing your books and...absolutely no news or content on your anticipated next book that everyone, including your publisher, keeps asking you about. It's all a bit stressful, and then, you meet him. Tall, English, chocolate button eyes and warm smile. Perhaps there would be something to this birthday weekend after all.

Part One - Two ( WIP! )

Close Shave. After growing so accustomed to his beard, it's time for the working actor to shave it for a role and you're the first to see him.

One Shot ( WIP! )

Take Care Of You. You're about to fly to London to spend two glorious weeks with your boyfriend. You both can't wait, to the rolling eyes of your friends. And it starts out lovely....until you come down with the worst cold you've ever had. You're miserable, tired, and hating that you ruined the time you have before you have to fly home. But Joseph doesn't mind, insists it's not ruined because you're still together and he'll just have to nurse you back to health.

Part One ( WIP! )

Yes, Professor. You're Joseph's secret, writer, girlfriend who you met amidst the start of his convention tours, things are hot and heavy between you two, though strained for the inconvenience of not living in the same city and not being official. You're forced to spend a week apart but plan to meet up with him back in London on the last day of his Con appearance, and after teasing him for his Professor type choice of outfits, well, you just couldn't resist showing up dressed as your professor's favorite student, now could you? We thought not.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three ( WIP! )

Get You Alone Tonight. The secret's out, you and Joe are a couple. The Venice Film Festival proves to be your first real outing as a couple, both dressed to the nines and by his side with the premiere of his film, HOARD, and you couldn't even be more proud of him, despite the nerves rattling you both. But once it's said and done and you're both alone again... The nerves get settled the only way you two can think of.

One Shot ( WIP ! )

Almost Made It. You both r e a l l y wanted to make it to that club opening one of Joe's friends of a friend invited him to. But... Oh... You both almost made it...

One shot ( WIP! )

Proud of You. Another festival, another fitting, another chance for you to be so proud of your boyfriend and not afraid to show it.

One shot ( WIP! )

The TikTok series. Your boyfriend isn't very savvy into the whole social media game like you are. But has appeared on your lives, sometimes popping into your videos from time to time, but now has warmed to the idea of doing them officially under your careful direction. He can't seem to say no to you, and you don't take that lightly.

Mini-series ( WIP! )

Notes — These are just the fics I've started, there are plans for loads more. So here is a masterlist for EVERY FIC / blurb / one shot I have planned in this verse. I thought having one big masterlist instead of thousands others would be easier!

Also? Requests are so open for these two, because I love them and honestly any excuse to write them.

We'll start over with the tag list too, just to be fair. So -- !

LIKE THIS POST TO BE ADDED TO THE TAG LIST! ( also reblogging and keysmashing into my inbox / DMs would be cool, too... )

Taglist — 46!

( actual tags will appear on the chapters! that would probably make sense. thank you! )

#— masterlists #writings — here with me #joseph quinn rpf #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn fanfic #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x fem!reader smut

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I want to know how Harry and professor are doing?? I miss them! What’s the lead up to the movie been like with all of the drama? What does she think of Olivia? I need some content 🥺🙏🏼💖

they're good! they're just living life to the fullest by touring, lecturing, and hanging out with their cats.

i think in this little universe, harry is separate from all the drama (kinda the way he is now), and professor has no idea what's going on unless h tells her, which he eventually does because she notices his slight mood change the last few FaceTime calls.

“people keep expecting me to say something about the whole thing, but there isn't really much for me to say, you know? all of that happened before i was even cast,” he tells her with a shake of his head.

this is the most upset professor has seen him in a while, and she doesn't like that she's not physically with him to make him feel better. “i’m sorry, h. i know how excited you were about this project.”

“but that’s just it, i am excited about this film. outside of everything that's happened, i think it's a great film, and i had so much fun doing it. i don't know why it's become—or why it's—i don't know, i just don't know.”

his cheeks are all red because he’s been ranting, but she knows he's not mad at her, so she lets him get it out of his system.

“do you want me to come see you? i could—”

“no, baby, stay where you are. you can't leave work.”

she can't, she knows that, but she wants to, especially when harry is having a hard time.

“i could go to that thing with you. the film festival in venice.”

professor has a hard time with people, harry knows that. yet here she is, offering to go out in front of hundreds of people. just for him.

“you don't have to,” he tells her, because he feels like he has to, but he really would like her there.

“i—i want to.”

and so she meets him in venice, and she and the cats are waiting for him in his hotel room when he arrives. she's nervous about being on a red carpet for the very first time, but seeing his smile when he enters the hotel room makes the stress worth it a thousand times over.

“if—if you don't have anywhere to be, i thought we could relax. i brought this from home, thought you could use it.”

it's her constellation lamp, and harry almost cried right then and there because all he's wanted for weeks is to lay down with his love and look at stars with her, and now he could do just that.

the festival is there first official public appearance together, and it has both of them nervous, but neither of them regret their decisions. professor is just so proud of harry that she hardly even notices the cameras and all the yelling, which harry has been worried about before they left the hotel.

and he knows he's technically got a job to do, but how can he focus when his love looks like that? (i'm thinking she either goes for something simple and elegant like this, or she shows the girls what's what and stuns in this, either way she looks hot and everyone wants to know who she is).

i think professor just kinda puts everything into perspective for him. like no matter the mess or controversy, he still has her, he's happy, and he's proud of the work he's done.

and if she does decide to stunt on all the girls at the film festival and wear something really grand, at the end of the night h is probably like, “how the hell do i get you out of this thing?”

#harry styles #harry styles x professor yn #harry styles blurb #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfic #harry styles oneshot #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x you #harry styles fluff #harry styles writing

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purdledooturt · 17 days

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Thank you, @cinnamontails-ff, for tagging me - I really enjoy filling out these things 🙈

How many works do you have on AO3? 25.

What's your total AO3 word count? 50,253

What fandoms do you write for? I am currently writing for Baldur's Gate, and I'm thinking of dipping my toes into Spy x Family, but according to AO3 I have written for: Baldur's Gate, Layton Brothers: Mystery Room (the iOS spin-off), Professor Layton, Persona 4, Pokemon, Welcome to Night Vale, Fire Emblem: Awakening, League of Legends, Frozen, Resident Evil (Village, to be specific), Lovely Complex, and Mystic Messenger. Additionally, from Fanfiction.net, I have written for Twilight, Legend of Zelda, Doctor Who as well.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1. Pecking Order - Fire Emblem Awakening (305 kudos) 2. Backseat Gamer - Lovely Complex (237 kudos - smaller fandoms are sleepers, I swear) 3. The Rules Don't Apply - Layton Brothers: Mystery Room (218 kudos) 4. Happy Birthdays - Layton Brothers: Mystery Room (163 kudos) 5. Trapped in the Courtroom - Layton Brothers: Mystery Room (146 kudos)

Do you respond to comments? I used to not - mainly because I forgot my AO3 details and I never checked it! I don't actually get emails from AO3 to let me know I've gotten comments, so by the time I'd noticed it would be months ago that someone had left it. But I'm more on top of it now, and I try to reply to everyone who comments to thank them for their time at least.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Got me out here checking my fics and trying to remember what's what - I think I tend to avoid angst because I have to fight myself on the daily to get out of that mindset, and mentally I'm not quite separated enough from it to be able to look at it objectively without it absolutely ruining my mood. Apparently my angstiest fic in AO3 in general is Accepting Defeat, and on the grand scheme of things it's actually quite mild, so there you go. There's probably some borderline depressing things on my Fanfiction.net account, given I was a teenager with no emotional regulation back then, but I ain't digging for that.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I love 'love'. I love hope. I love happy endings. Soooo this question is actually terribly difficult for me. Hang on, let me have a look at the old catalogue and see. I'll give you the gremlin is encumbered again, only because that made me laugh the most and I really liked exploring that minor camp dynamic in BG3 for the ending.

Do you get hate on fics? Thankfully, no - I usually write for smaller fandoms so normally people are just stoked to see content.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I've only recently started, so I'm still working on it. I have a few on the pipeline but my first one is my currently only contribution to the Resident Evil: Village fandom, and it's for the Heisenhoes. I like to provide.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I don't have any crossovers published anywhere but I'm sure I've written them when I was younger, in some notebook somewhere, but nothing comes to mind. It was definitely, most likely, an anime x anime crossover.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I am aware of.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Again, not that I am aware of!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? No - I have commitment issues and writing comes and goes for me as a hobby.

What's your all-time favourite ship? Oh god, this is hard. I don't know!

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I don't write multi-chapter things because I am useless, but I did have this Egoshipping fanfic I wrote that I have published in Fanfiction.net (I really ought to move it to AO3 - maybe I'll rewrite it). It's called Being Second (warning, that's a fanfiction.net link), and it was pretty angsty but the last update for it was nearly 10 years ago now.

What are your writing strengths? I'd like to think I do humour pretty well.

What are your writing weaknesses? Oh, boy, where do we start? I can't finish anything multi-chapter for the life of me because I lose interest so quick, and the weight of expectation gets to me. I can't be consistent with anything, and I've only started writing out plot instead of just pantsing it with no general idea of what I'm doing. I tend to get lost in characterisation because I'm too self-indulgent. I have a lot.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Here's the cringe bit, because I was young when I started writing - I used to type out Japanese phrases in romaji in my Detective Conan fanfics. It definitely would take me out of the experience now if I were reading it, so it might be a bit jarring if not done right.

First fandom you wrote for? I'm checking fanfiction.net for this one, because that's where your girl's roots are. Apparently, Twilight! 2009.

Favourite fic you've written? Please don't make me choose between my children. I'm proud of everything that I put out, because it is a battle to even muster up the courage to put myself out there in that way. BUT if I had to, I would pick Pecking Order, not because it's the one with the most Kudos but because I genuinely blow my own mind when I read it, thinking 'I wrote this?'

I can't think of anyone to tag so I'll leave an open invite to whoever would like to fill this out too 🥰

#purdle-chatter

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theresa-of-liechtenstein · 5 months

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astute followers of the Wild and Wacky Adventures of Em the Jumped-Up Busker will note that i did not have anything unhinged to share yesterday. however this was not due to a lack of Moments. au contraire, there were simply so many Moments that i collapsed directly into bed and knocked out as soon as i returned to my apartment

ACT 1: the practice room

curtain opens. i am taking a break in a practice room about an hour before rehearsal (read: scrolling through tumblr) with the third movement of the bach concerto in a minor on the piano

am just about to give up on practicing and go eat my snack (makeshift charcuterie board comprised of prosciutto and cheese) somewhere on the ground floor when someone raps on the door.

i whip around, hastily burying the evidence (closed tumblr), to find my favorite honors professor/newest section member squinting in at me through the tiny window in the door

i open the door for her and tell her i was just about to leave to have a snack. she then goes ‘you can eat in here. i wanted to see what you were working on’, takes out her violin, and starts playing my solo rep better than i’ll ever play it

‘last time i played this was thirty years ago,’ she says to me, matter of fact

also mentions to me: ‘i saw the assistant principal viola in my class. got startled! they never talk to me…’

me: ‘i’m not really sure you realize that you’re kind of intimidating to people.’

ate honorsprofessor: ‘me? really?’

me: ‘yes! (somehow received some boldness in the moment) you even intimidate me, sometimes’

ate honorsprofessor, shooting me an affectionately exasperated look: ‘em, you would be intimidated by a mouse.’

I MEAN????????? WHAJAHWJWHAKAHAKWIWOAIOW?????????????? READ FOR FILTH???????

tl;dr 1: apparently got harana-d by ate honorsprofessor

ACT 2: rehearsal

tita conductor begins rehearsal by advertising the choirs’ concert the following week (she also directs them on top of the 1937017292820281 other things she’s been doing in the department for god knows how long)

pointedly finishes off with ‘and if any of you are ever interested in singing, let me know; i find that my instrumentalists who also sing bring a lot of knowledge with them, and it can do nothing but good for you here. i treasure my instrumentalist singers with my heart’

[harp noises to signal a flashback to the past][echoing voiceover from f1 journalist asking a question at the 2014 abu dhabi grand prix: ‘gentlemen, a short view back to the past…’]

in the google form for audition sign-ups we were asked to name any previous ensemble experience. not knowing that tita conductor also was in charge of the choirs, i put down my single year of high school choir as an alto 2

my (zoom) audition was. interesting. tita conductor thought i took my slow movement of the handel sonata in d major too slow. i tried to justify my tempo. until i realized i was contradicting an Authority Figure, immediately felt a wave of Asian Shame, shut my mouth, and instantly thought i had fucked my chances of getting a spot

at that point i just remember something clicking inside me, a feeling of serenity like nothing i had ever experienced before, and a voice telling me, ‘you’re not going to get it. just play.’

i was so dead set thinking that i’d screwed up that i was genuinely surprised that she offered me a spot—even more so when she immediately followed it up by beaming at me and saying ‘great! now would you like to sing for me?’

i spluttered at her for what felt like several hours before saying what i thought was ‘sorry, come again?’ but came out as ‘uh huh whuh?’

tita conductor: i have here that you’ve done choir :)

me: umm. i’m not really prepared for that… and i can only fit one ensemble into my schedule

tita conductor: oh. well, okay :(

[harp noises to signal a return to the present]

i very assiduously avoid eye contact.

other tita conductor rehearsal moments:

‘i am a very good human metronome’

[misjudges how much podium she has left and accidentally totters off of it while trying to cue] ‘oops, gone overboard!’

[screws up a few things in rapid succession] ‘ooh, i could have been much better at conducting that, sorry! (adds, sotto voce) it is very important for your conductor to admit when they’re wrong.’

‘Seconds!’ [we play a thing] ‘YES, seconds!’

ACT 3: rehearsal, the aftermath

as everyone clears up, principal viola approaches me to discuss a bowing for the brahms. assistant principal viola (one of my friends in orchestra) is also hanging around to watch

principal viola has discussed bowing with me once before, for the mendelssohn; their ideas are usually sensible and they seem more experienced than me (master’s student)

they propose that at rehearsal tempo (excessively slow) we take two bows in a phrase that usually takes one (i have been doing it on one bow even at the rehearsal tempo. because i slow down my bow.)

they also tell me that i have been cuing in with the first violins on a spot where we, in fact, do not come in with the first violins (i.e. a beat early). the latter of which i immediately write in, embarrassed.

ate honorsprofessor wanders up behind me as i discuss with principal viola, and as we continue to talk, tita conductor comes over, looks at what we’re doing, hurries off to grab her score, and puts herself between me and my stand, effectively putting me in a middle-aged woman sandwich

tita conductor: ‘i see my predecessor—and this is probably thirty years ago—has put bow markings in parentheticals breaking that into two, so i’m not sure…’

me: ‘oh, no that was me. i just wrote that in now.’

tita conductor: ‘oh. well… why?’

she hears out principal viola and says ‘could you not just… bow slower?’ LANWJWKWHWJS HELP???? but also yeah. i would just bow slower. it’s harder to unlearn bowings later on

ate honorsprofessor pipes up: ‘i like putting that whole phrase on an up bow instead of a down, so the next phrase comes lighter’ and demonstrates

i make a note of it (i still have not yet decided anything about that btw.)

principal viola: and also i was just saying that they come in with the firsts when they don’t

tita conductor: [silently points to the note i made in the margins that says ‘NOT with V.1’

me, panicking: ‘oh i wrote that in. just now.’

tita conductor: [turns back to look at me, smiling gently] ‘no, i’m saying it’s very good. it’s good to make a note of that.’

we wrap up our discussion and i begin heading back to my stuff

ate honorsprofessor is still fucking around with the third movement of the bach in a minor and teases as i approach ‘look what you did, em 🙄🙄🙄’

i get the distinct feeling i should play along and protest ‘excuse me!! what did i do!!’

ate honorsprofessor, playing right back: ‘oh you Know what you did!’

me: ‘i absolutely do not! i don’t know anything i’ve done since… october 2!’ (when i got offered the position)

ate honorsprofessor: ‘well, what about what you did january 11, huh?’

me, now genuinely confused: ‘wait, what happened january 11?’

ate honorsprofessor: ‘are you serious? honors 150. first day of class. when i met you.’

atehonorsprofessor then tells assistant principal viola about us playing the bach double together earlier this year

now you may be wondering, where is tita conductor throughout all this?

well, she was very interestedly examining the wall near the door to the early keyboards room, which opens off the rehearsal hall.

so, eavesdropping. as usual.

tl;dr 2: too many things had happened in the space of three hours and i was in no state to go to my last class of the day so i instead fed the assistant principal viola some of my beef stew and skipped class

if you managed to get to the bottom of this you deserve a prize idk.

i served yesterday btw.

#em jumped up busker #LIKE OHHH MY GODDD. WHAT THE FUCK WAS YESTERDAY 😭😭😭

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no-where-new-hero · 6 months

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If I may, I would absolutely love a commentary on a following paragraph from "A Dream of The Woodland" (let me just say the whole story is absolutely stunning! I love it! I, unfortunately, haven't read your "Tale of Nine Tailed" fanfics yet, because I need to watch the series first. But thank you so much for sharing your stories):

The paragraph:

“Yes,” said Valancy, and it was as how she had said everything else that evening: with faith and belief in him, and certainty of her own choice. It felt momentous—almost a bit religious. He stepped closer and took her cold hands over the top of the gate, wishing he had something to offer. He remembered the soft, lifeless touch of Ethel’s hands as he pushed the ring on her finger, but Valancy’s fingers wrapped around his hands, responsive and sincere. She had asked him not to pretend—and yet he felt even more vulnerable than if he could have gained refuge in the pretense of passion as he said,

“Of course I’m not in love with you—never thought of such a thing as being in love. But, do you know, I’ve always thought you were a bit of a dear.”

Thank you in advance!!! Please, don't feel pressed for time, I'd be happy to receive your commentary anytime!

Thank you so much for the ask!! I love talking about my work lol and I’m glad you picked this part from “A Dream of the Woodland!” So much of what went into that story was very subconscious, so I could never really pick one thing to talk about, but this section probably had more conscious thought than most.

First of all—hands. LMM frequently uses them to signal emotion, and I always enjoy using them to show character, and I draw on both here. All throughout the beginning of this fic, Barney has been comparing Valancy to Ethel, and what you’re supposed to infer, of course, is that Valancy comes out superior, a mature and equal wife for Barney’s own maturity. But in this part, I try to make it most overt. Of course now, Ethel is just a ghost to Barney, part of his own dead past, but I wanted to suggest here that even while he was living through it, there was something kind of dead about her. He could never have built a happy life with a woman like that.

“…wishing he had something to offer.” I admit I stole this (unconsciously, I think, but I very much see the parallel now) from the very last scene of the 1995 Little Women where Professor Bhaer, in his stumbling proposal to Jo, says “I have nothing to give you, my hands are empty.” Jo, then, takes his hand and says, “Not empty now,” and I think that’s such a beautiful way to think of love? That giving yourself to the other person is the real treasure? Barney is still thinking materially, a holdover of his upbringing, but of course all Valancy wants is him. She grasps onto him in return, an active participant in this moment of touch, as opposed to Ethel who—as a “good” and unloving and utterly boring girl—refuses to react at all.

As for him wishing to gain pretense in lying…you know, sometimes it’s easier to be hyperbolic. The Barney in this scene is very much still shedding off the false chivalry of his youth. For him to tell Valancy the truth—to say she’s “a dear” and that he never thought of loving her (even though, in this moment, he might be starting to) is harder than a grand declaration of passion. Not that Barney would really prefer that. But it would be familiar, and he badly needs something reliable in this topsy-turvey evening!

Thanks again for sending this in! If you have any more, please send them my way (and certainly so after you've seen TotNT and read the result of my brainworms about it lol)!

DVD Commentary for Fanfic Ask

#blake's last braincell #blake’s mail #blake's asks #writing life

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I'm so curious, what's your bookbinding process? How did you get into it?

oooh that's such a cool question, thank you!

Oddly enough, getting into bookbinding was a way for me to process grief.

I bound my first book years ago, as a portfolio project in college. It was fun, but it never went beyond that. The professor for that course, who I took many poetry courses with, had a profound impact on my life and my writing, and he passed away unexpectedly in December. He was a phenomenal poet and one of the most gentle souls I've ever met, and I was devastated when he died.

I was rereading some of his books and looking at the notes he wrote to me on the first pages, and remembering how he owned the only book in the world that was just my words, and how I'd signed it for him and written him a letter just like he did for me, and in the grand scheme that's not much, but it felt like this tether keeping him with me. It was a kind of human connection I shared with no one else, and it felt so special and unique.

I remembered how it felt when he asked me if he could keep my book, how honored and proud I was that he liked my writing, and I felt this overwhelming urge to do that for someone else. To show them how much their words mean to me by crafting them into something we could hold in our hands.

Also I'm the son of a librarian and if I didn't prefer physical books I think I'd be disowned—

Anyway, on a lighter note, bookbinding process! I'm not sure if you mean how I physically make the books, or how I choose what to bind, so I guess I'll answer both just in case lol

I've been mostly binding my favorite fanfics, the ones I reread the most and/or lose my mind about the most. But I've also been working on binding Persuasion for my aunt because she adores Jane Austen and we read it together last summer, as well as an anthology of poems a relative wrote in the late 1800s for my grandfather. I love making things for people, so I think I gravitate toward binding books/fics that make me happy, but will also make someone else happy, if that makes sense? I've kept most of my binds, but all the other crafts I do, like knitting, I always make for someone else.

As for the binding process, I've been trying out a lot of different binding methods since I'm still pretty new to the hobby and want to learn EVERYTHING, so I don't have a particularly structured process. I don't even always start with the typeset—sometimes I see a fabric and think "I know exactly what to bind with this!!!" and then I make the bookcloth first. But the typesets are definitely the most difficult and time-consuming part for me since I am not technologically savvy, but it's also fun so it's fine lol.

#thank you for this ask!! it was lovely and i was a tad dramatic but i honestly needed to get some of that off my chest so it's good lol #asks

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anyway, re: convention. here's my debrief and i have three weeks until the next one. the grand total earned was about $1,300. which isn't terrible for a two day event! but i won't lie, it is less than i was hoping for. i didn't get as many commissions this year and that's a bummer because doing those is my favorite part. i would legit do them for free if i could but THAT'S NOT GOOD BUSINESS SENSE

my setup still needs tweaking - i think i need to learn harder into the commission portion of it. someone was suggesting maybe i do need two tables and i'm going to look into that next year.

more details under the cut because this got long.

but man oh man has it ever improved. i made less money this year than i did last year, but that was my own fault. i didn't advertise myself as well. plus a snowstorm hit. and my table helper kept just getting up to leave or getting deep into conversation instead of helping me watch for folks and left me very ?_? please notify me so i know i need to watch for clients.

i'm also going to add some more discount options since word of mouth is how this works best. i had some plans to lean into that but they fell through because i went really hard on the charms this go around.

i still ended up being the one greeting people & engaging them and that might... just be how it is! i'm a huge extrovert offline (and a shy introvert online) so any time i saw a cosplayer i recognized the hype kicked in. and i think as soon as i added my dungeons & discounts option (if you get a tabletop commission and tell me the story from the campaign you get $5 - this helps prevent awkward silences! i don't mind drawing in front of people but i find it a lot easier if they're engaging with me, it's like - less pressure? because then i can talk to them while i draw and it ignores my adhd to hyperfocus and work harder at capturing the essence of their character) that helped a ton because people would see a whole party of people at the table recounting the tales of epic adventures end up wanting to get in on that.

i might just need the help friend to be there to process sales and maintain the waitlist.

some highlights: there was a group of cosplayers that kept walking by my table and i recognized 2/3 of them and was excited about it, and as they were walking away i realized the third was a bigtop burger cosplayer and i like had to call them back to ask if that's what they were cosplaying. i think i made that person's day because they were so so so excited someone recognized them. i handed them some of my prototype sailor moon design stickers bc i forgot i even had them with me and they were so excited. i ended up giving out a lot of those just for the hell of it because people got so excited and also commented that the design is incredibly cool which means i need to get off my ass and do more of them.

i kept trying to do a walk of the hall but i'd stop to just ooh and ahh over people's work. things got so busy during the day that i couldn't get up and go buy stuff so i'm hoping that they'll be at the next event too.

and man, i have like! regulars now! people who make a point to stop by my booth to get a comm. they were so excited when i remembered them and i was so giddy they remembered me. and man some folks just came by to chat! and i made friends? folks are local to me. being a WFH adult means that i don't get many opportunities to hang out with people and i feel like those skills atrophied over the last three years.

i got to catch up with my favorite professor from college who said she was genuinely impressed by the evolution of my art (its my 10 year graduation anniversary in may, christ) and was really really amazed by my setup. i told her i was promoting the hell out of the program all day. i got to see classmates i haven't seen in years and we're making plans to have a big week long anniversary party in the summer.

i also had another (former) professor (not mine - but he taught many many many of my friends who have all said he's notoriously difficult to please - great guy but holds things to a high standard) run behind my booth to check out how i had things set up. when he popped back out in front, he grinned and gave me a thumbs up and said it was "very impressive" and my friend turned to me like "are you on cloud nine or ten right now?" and i was like - wa - wait i know that who was that and he was like THAT WAS SANDY! HE NEVER COMPLIMENTS PEOPLE LIKE THAT.

i guess people were talking about my setup and how quickly i work. and the art guests for the convention - according to my friend at least - also think my work is impressive?

it's funny how much can change in the span of a year or two... i think i had quietly retired my dreams of ever doing something with my art because i knew what my strengths were but i had no idea how to correctly monetize them.

i do know this: i'm going to go ahead with the comic i've been planning. this is entirely original, not a fan comic. it's going to be a queer vampire x werewolf horror/slowburn romance set in atlantic canada. two main couples a wlw & a mlm ship with an extended cast of varying identities. there are themes i want to explore about the gentrification of the maritimes and greed leading to environmental destruction, with chapters from different character perspectives to show a different side of atlantic canadian life that are very much not mine to tell so i would want to get guest writers who have that lived experienced to tell it.

there's a few things that stuck with me, little lines i'm gonna remember forever. someone said they're surprised i don't have a comic - and then followed that up with saying my art is "a full meal" not just a "snack" even when it's just a sketch.

and my college friend's wife - who shares my first name - was like oh you're the one i've heard so many stories about! and i was like - stories??? what stories?? because in my head i'm the houseplant and the wallflower.

it is still very strange to feel seen and to realize you are perceived, especially when you tend to make yourself small because you feel awkward for how much space you tak eup. i think for years i've assumed i'm the person that's always just kind of... there in a situation, literally even if it's a party i'm throwing. or if i've found a cool thing to do and i'm inviting a friend, they're going along with it because they don't want to go alone and the experience of going there is the thing they want and not the experience of going together. the pandemic and the isolation definitely didn't do favors for me, and oh boy did it not when a lot of it was spent in a really toxic relationship.

this was a reminder that people are wonderful and want to be around me, and reaching out to engage with them is what i need to do. they want to hang out with me and get to know me, and if my 30s are going to be anything it's going to be letting them get the full me.

#con life

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Betrayed | B.Z.

Blaise Zabini wasn't sure what came over him the moment he saw Annabella come to his home. He held a masquerade party to celebrate. The masks hid some of his guests well, but he could easily spot her. In a room full of the typical green and silver clothing, she wore a tight blue dress. A dress he wouldn't mind seeing on his bedroom floor.

By the end of the party, the dress was on his bedroom floor. The night started with her on her knees. Her head bobbed up and down on him while his long fingers snaked through her hair. He moved her off before he could finish. Blaise wanted to be inside her, but first he had to return the favor.

Her perfect body writhed on the bed. He peppered her thighs with soft kisses. His finger pumped rhythmically inside of her as his mouth went to work on her. Soft whimpers and moans slipped past her lips. Her hips bucked against his touch.

"Blaise," she whined. "I want more,"

As requested, he gave her more. All of him to be exact. He couldn't recall a girl that could match his sexual appetite. The bedroom, the shower, the kitchen, and the living room were not off limits to him. Annabella stayed for the entire weekend. They acted like a couple of newlyweds. Clothes were barely on during the day and usually a mess on the floor. Sunday night came too quickly for his liking.

"This weekend was... Incredible," she sighed in front of the fireplace. She was going to meet her friends at Diagon Alley. He could feel jealousy gripping him.

Could Theo be there waiting for her?

"The memories of this weekend will live forever in my head," he promised.

"Always the poet," she teased and walked inside the fireplace. A simple cry of Diagon Alley and she was gone. Blaise stared in the fireplace. He had to have more of her.

Too bad she was dating his best friend.

Annabella never imagined the carriage ride to Hogwarts ever being more uncomfortable. She was able to keep Blaise and Theo apart on the train ride, but now they were sitting across from each other in the carriage. Annabella sat next to Theo. Draco sat next to Blaise and Crabbe and Goyle sat at the end.

The ride was agonizingly long. There was a blanket of tension laying on them. Blaise stared at the ground. Theo rubbed his hand on Annabella's leg. Draco complained about Harry Potter and his friends being back in school. Crabbe and Goyle complained about being hungry as if they hadn't eaten everything from the trolley. Finally, after what felt like forever, the carriages pulled up to their designated stops. Crabbe and Goyle ran inside to get dinner.

The rest of the students walked to the school. Draco and Theo talked about the new school year. Not about the academics, but about beating up the other students and stealing their possessions. Theo was going to stalk some of their potential targets to see who had the more grand things. They joked that they wouldn't go against the Weasleys. They had nothing.

"We have to tell him," Blaise whispered harshly. "He's my best friend,"

"Really? And how do you plan on telling him?" She whispered back with the same intensity. "In the Great Hall? Hey, buddy, I had your girlfriend riding me last weekend? Want to sit together in Potions tomorrow?"

Blaise opened his mouth yet stopped. She had a point. There was no way of telling Theo that wouldn't absolutely destroy him. He muttered a quick whatever and walked quicker to join his friends. Annabella watched the three of them. Whenever Theo did find out it would certainly not end well.

Annabella spent the rest of the night talking to Pansy Parkinson and the rest of their friends. They must have lost time because she didn't remember falling asleep. And she certainly didn't remember not setting the alarm clock. She quickly prepared for the day and ran to Potions class.

"Welcome to class, Miss Grady. Please find your seat and do hurry," Professor Slughorn announced. Annabella rolled her eyes briefly yet made her way towards the Slytherin side. All the other seats were taken except for a seat between Crabbe and Goyle. She groaned knowing the class assignment they were assigned today would only be done by her.

"Welcome to class," Crabbe snickered once she made it to her seat. Annabella dropped her belongings on the floor. She wasn't in the mood for him. Heck, she wasn't in the mood for anyone except Theo. The same Theo who now sat comfortably with Blaise and Draco.

"Shut up, Goyle," Annabella hissed while looking directly at Crabbe.

"I'm Crabbe," he interjected.

"Does it matter?" She asked rudely. Her blue eyes looked him up and down. Crabbe and Goyle were Draco's bodyguards and nothing else.

Goyle chuckled as Crabbe rolled his eyes. Theo watched them with a smirk. He liked to watch her interactions with other people. She was definitely one to hold her own when she needed to.

"Today we will be learning about a particularly powerful spell. Does anyone know about amortentia?" Professor Slughorn asked. The class remained silent except for the know it all Gryffindor. She raised her hand high.

"Ah yes, Miss Granger," Professor Slughorn selected.

"Of course," Annabella sighed.

"Amortentia is the strongest love potion in the world. The potion smells different to every witch and wizard. It smells like whoever the person is attracted to. For example, I smell freshly mowed grass, new parchment and spearmint toothpaste,"

"Would anyone else like to smell the potion?"

"What do you guys think you smell? Food?" Annabella asked rudely.

Very funny," Goyle said.

"Why don't you tell us what you smell then, go on," Crabbe pushed her towards Professor Slughorn and the potion.

"I'll smell Theo since that is who I am in love with. Don't worry. You both will get there one day," she teased. Her two classmates watched closely. She closed her eyes. A familiar smell played with her nose.

"Ugh. I smell Zabini's cologne. Can you move, please?" She asked loudly and turned around. Blaise's eyes widened. Theo looked around in confusion and chuckled.

"He does have some overpowering cologne," Theo nodded and waved his hand around his face.

#blaise zabini #Harry Potter #fanfiction #blaise zabini fanfiction #theo nott #gregory goyle #vincent crabbe #draco malfoy #blaise zabini imagine

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voidendron · 11 months

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OC Tag Game

tagged by @raven-of-domain-kwaad - thank you, Raven! 💚💜

tagging @teetertottertales and whoever else wants to do this! (bc most of who I'd have tagged are tagged already haha)

I'll be sticking to SWTOR characters for this, just for consistency

Favorite OC: Rediaex'aere'zortiea

This was a difficult one, but I think I've got to go with Xaerez. I've really enjoyed developing him over the last few years, and I always enjoy writing fics for him, answering asks, or just doing Certified Oliver Ramblings about him. The way duty contradicts morals for them (A Lot) makes them a lot of fun; I always enjoy thinking "ok, this is what he Wants to do, but this is what he's Going to do" when it comes to the various situations I shove them into whether they Want those situations or not.

Newest OC: Fower Vek

I believe it's Fower ("Flower"), from the Rediscovery Era crew! Like Farsc, she's a professor - they worked together at a university on Coruscant, so that's how Farsc ended up going to her to get her on the crew and in on a little grand theft auto to steal the Star Hopper from a museum oops. She's an astronomer and cartographer, so makes sure the crew doesn't get lost while they search for where the Alliance disappeared to all those thousands of years ago. I like to think she's an ancestor to Lina and Varrich.

Oldest OC: Synnda V'ehsz

I have many OCs much older than Synnda, but in keeping it to SWTOR, he was my very first. ...Probably not surprising, considering my legacy name haha - although he was named after my legacy, instead of the other way around. I did (and still kinda do) self-project a lot onto him, but I've developed him a lot over the years and he's very dear to me. I've got a Synnda clone on just about every server if that says anything - including 2 versions of him on Star Forge alone.

Meanest OC: Ehna'dissen

Ehna, hands down. (Commander!Varrich comes in close, however) She's an interrogator, and enjoys holding power over others. It's because of her that Xaerez's Castellan restraints get re-triggered. Because of her Synnda eventually loses his life. Because of her that the Cadera siblings nearly tear each other apart as she watched on. She's absolutely horrible, she knows she's horrible, and she thinks it's all just a fun game that she's winning.

Softest OC: Parrakh Djal

He just wants to be a healer, help others when he can. His life had an unfortunate start, but he finds his place as one of Synnda's students.

Most Aloof/Standoffish OC: Anaehr Cadera

The youngest of Terrin and Torian's kids, Anaehr was already distant from his older siblings who were less than a year apart. He distances himself from his family as he grows jealous and angry of his siblings' success, makes terrible mistakes for it, but stands his ground and refuses to feel guilt for the actions that make him Dar'manda. He doesn't let anyone get close to him; his anger becomes numbness, and he becomes a cold and hateful man.

Dumbest (Affectionate) OC: Jen Sept

My Voidhound. Need I say more? ajksl;djaskld Jen is. A lot. He can walk into a trap, know he's walking into a trap, and continue to walk in with zero plan anyway. It's....a good thing he has Risha and Kitty to steer him in the right direction, or this cat man probably would have gotten himself killed a long time ago.

Smartest OC: Kitty

While Synnda and Qizulth are both extremely intelligent, their knowledge is a lot more limited to their interests. Kitty? He learned to survive during over a decade on the run after sneaking out of the academy on Korriban. Medicine, cultures, languages, mechanics, history--chances are if you ask him something, he can at the very least point you in the direction of getting the right answer even if he doesn't know it himself. Good thing, too: Marrying the Voidhound means someone needs to have the braincell or they're doomed.

Horniest OC: Jen Sept

Jen again! He kinda just. Slept his way through the galaxy until he met Kitty. And now that they're together, Jen likes to experiment in bed, and sometimes they'll bring in a third for the night, too. With Jen having so much power in the underworld, it works Mighty Well for getting other bosses to cooperate with him.

OC You'd Bang: Aaz'n Tarnak or Lina Tophrik

I like strong women OKAY don't look at me

OC You'd be Friends With IRL: Kidak Hess

He's just a very gentle person, and the thing about him is he Knows How To Be Friends With Introverts Without Being Overwhelming. He's totally chill to just be in someone's company without needing to be Doing Things. He's happy to talk about his own interests for hours, but at the same time he'd be happy to listen to someone else ramble about theirs while he he just soaked up everything they said. He'd just be really nice company, and the exact type of person I'd love to hang out with.

#swtor #oc tag game #voids ocs #oc: rediaex'aere'zortiea #oc: flower vek #oc: synnda v'ehsz #oc: ehna'dissen #oc: parrakh djal #oc: anaehr cadera #oc: jen sept #oc: k'hedif #oc: aaz'n tarnak #oc: lina tophrik #oc: kidak hess #v'ehsz rediscovery era #long post

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Sorry i'm inactive lately, i have uni assignments and i procrastinate on them by writing my own gameboy emulator in C (following image is rendered from a memory dump, but most of the instructions are already implemented, not their execution tho). Don't scroll past the image btw (i vent there, like a sussy idiot i am).

Venting down here, yeah

I only attend programming class and the other one that will get me expelled real soon lmao. We've been procrastinating (together! with my friend, we're doing the laboratory works (more like practice class, we're learning the theory, talk about it with a teacher dude (this one is not actually a professor or anything), then do some shit with electronic equipment and write a report about it) in two-person groups. But i blame myself because i was suggesting to procrastinate quite frequently, even tho we both seem to have issues lmao) and probably won't finish the thing, which probably will let to us being kicked out (my friend knows the subject way better than me so he has more chances to stay tho) on the next exam retake (oct. 25th and oct. 26th. If i'll fail an exam there'll be another retake with a commission and if i fail it i'll get expelled). Yes, there're TWO classes where this shit happened, but the second one cares about the laboratory works way less so whatever.

I'm also in uni cuz to avoid conscription (bad starting location, won't name it cuz you'll hate me or something idk) and recently lost my chance to change gender marker in documents (bad starting location 2 electric boogaloo, they've banned transitioning and the trans diagnosis itself, which was a thing here), so i actually need to do something about conscription problem as i'm doing last bachelor's year and will either work in IT (which is my only way after uni tbh, all i can do is code and shitpost in my telegram channel, but it's not really reliable against army based on what i witnessed couple of days ago), or go to the next level of uni (google says it's called Master's Degree), which is a huge pain in the ass as i don't qualify (mostly mentally but i also don't know jack shit, and the IT ones cost like at least multiple grands of USD, which is a fuckton of money here, like a year worth of living or something) for any of the programs (i'm currently doing bachelor's in physics lmao). Still better than a year of being bald, a hole-digger and an alcoholic, but whatever. I'm also doing two (both are free) additional courses rn, one (python and ML) was obligatory because our uni needs funding, and another one (web: React and Django, and some economics) is from some financial company. And i sent a request for another one (microelectronics in a security company, i actually really want to work with access control systems, sounds funky), hopefully they'll take me in.

There're also mental health issues (you know, normal ones, but I'm not telling you what i've self-diagnosed with cuz it's not how one gets their diagnosis lol) i do not get diagnosed/fixed cuz i'm silly (shit's hard, i have to ride a bus to another city AND walk afterwards, bruh. Not even talking about deciding on going and making an appointment, and spending considerable amount of money too.), and they're not really helping with the situation lmao.

I've also started learning spanish (using duolingo, ankidroid and pokémon zafiro alfa) as i find it quite funny, and also my favorite light novel series' sequel (sukamoka) is completely translated to spanish but not english (i read it in machine translation from chinese but really want a proper one). I will also use it to flex on people who can't speak any language except their native one well (there're some people like this around me, and yes, english is not my native language, it probably shows cuz i try to speak funky sometimes and don't know actual punctuation rules).

Anyway, if i won't be active for a long time - i'm still out there (don't worry, i'm a weak one and have commitment issues). Thanks for being around, funny gay people in my phone.

I've reread this like 3 or 4 times (forgor), i hope the post is fine lmao. Holy hell, if you've actually read till here - thanks and i'm sorry.

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fox-under-the-willow-tree · 1 year

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Top 15 Books of 2022

Another year has gone by and me, despite stress, work and studies managed to read 51 books this year, finishing the last one exactly on the 31st of December. Here is my Top 15 Recommendations for 2022. Why 15? Because I read more nice books than I expected and I couldn't narrow it down to just 10.

15. Three Body Problem Series - Liu Cixin

Now I know what you're thinking. This sci-fi masterpiece only made it to number 15? But let me explain, the problem is not the book, but me. In the Three Body Problem (book 1) Earth is threatened by a realistic depiction of an alien invasion set in motion by a misanthropic astronomer, which leads to a grand narrative, bigger than I can fit in a single Tumblr post. In book 2, The Dark Forest, Liu Cixin continues the story as humanity prepares itself for the invasion. Book 3, Death's End, which is by many considered the best and in which science fiction and fantasy start to overlap, big questions about the meaning of existence are speculated by the author in a magnificent, incomprehensible ending, which transcends my understanding of the series. The series is excellent, but the reason why I ranked it lower than other novels, is because I simply struggled to understand the many scientific concepts which we being discussed and the elaborate scenes which connected to the next books. For lovers of hard sci-fi, who have a better understanding of physics than me, I'd highly recommend it. I feel I need to properly sit and take notes to fully understand the series and maybe even do research on many topics before I fully capture its brilliance. I might give it another shot in the future.

14. I'm Going to Live - Lale Gul

This is an autobiography written by a Turkish woman who grew up in a conservative Muslim household and her experiences with her surroundings. The novel has been highly controversial in the Netherlands and the author even doubts whether she wants translations to be made, as her life is being threatened sharing her experiences. Because of this, I recommend reading it. It showcases the hardships she went through in an immigrant household, in which she felt she did belong in anywhere. Major respect for her writing such a poignant biography about her struggles.

13. The Secret History - Donna Tart

This has been the dark academia book we've all been recommended by Tiktok and yes, it is amazing, it is dark, it is gothic, it is dramatic. And yet, it did not leave me fully satisfied at the end. I loved the premise, I loved the characters, I loved the idea behind the book and I'd say the book accomplished most of its goals, but there were other moments where it fall flat. The role of their Greek professor, the underdeveloped personality of the protagonist, the long drawn out scenes of them simply sitting and smoking or drinking. Yeah, if Tart had cut down the book to 250 pages, it would've been probably my favorite book of the year, but it dragged on a bit too much. Still, can't deny the talent of the author and her excellent prose.

12. Why Fish Don't Exist - Lulu Miller

Sometimes it's not about whether the book is right, but whether you found it at the right time. If you're in your 20s, struggling with your job or studies, feeling alone and isolated, this book feels like a warm blanket. It's a semi-biography of the biologist David Starr Jordan and the ways in which the author intertwines her own experiences with her fascination for this person. It's a simple read, comforting read, which confronts you with some ugly truths, but ultimately, tries to make you stand stronger in the face of hardship.

11. Crazy Rich Asians - Kevin Kwan

Wanna know what would happen if Sex and the City took place in Singapore, except even more crazy and rich? Then this is the novel for you. A hilarious, dramatic and exciting story about several rich Chinese Singaporean elites and their daily lives, qualms and love lives. Finished it in one go and had several moments where I laughed out loud. Definitely a fun read! (By the way, the movie doesn't do the book enough justice. Read the book!)

10. Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe - Benjamin Alire Saénz

A coming of age story of two Latin-American teenagers who slowly start to develop feelings for each other. It explores themes of queerness and homosexuality in the Latin community. A brilliant depiction of gay love from a talented writer.

9. The Little Prince - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

It's amazing how many metaphors about love, loss, life and the art of never growing up Saint-Exupéry managed to fit into this tiny novel. It even moved me to get a tattoo of the fox and the little prince as a reminder to appreciate those around you and to never grow old and bitter.

8. I'm Glad My Mom Died - Jenette McCurdy

Remember the girl from iCarly? She wrote a bestseller which skyrocketed her as an author. The novel is a autobiography about the life of Jenette McCurdy as she grew up trying to make it in the show business, mostly to please her obsessive and authoritative mother. It discusses self harm, depression, loneliness, alienation, body dysphoria, the need to succeed and much more. In this novel McCurdy showed that she is not only a talented actress, but an even more brilliant author. At the end of the novel, even I have to admit I was glad her mom died.

7. Crying in H Mart - Michelle Zauner

Another biography by a well known artist. This time the singer of the indie band Japanese Breakfast. The story is about Michelle's upbringing as someone who had a Korean mother and an American father. Most of the first half of the story is about the frustrations she had with her mother who didn't understand her and the way they slowly drifted apart. The second half is a deep psychological analysis of herself and the way she dealt with unmet expectations from her mother, her grief over losing her and finding comfort in the Korean dishes they used to eat together at H Mart. A bitter sweet tale about a first and second generation Koreans clashing and the way that shaped Michelle Zauner as a artist, but even more, as a person.

6. The Fault in Our Stars - John Green

I've only seen the movie in 2014 and all I remembered was the song at the end of the credits by Charli XCX, so you can say I'm late to the party by picking this book up in 2022, but damn. I know there's been some severe criticism of this book, but there's one thing the book really excelled at: the romance. I rarely enjoy reading romantic stories, because they tend to be repetitive in tropes and themes and, from what I've heard, this book has its own unrealistic depictions of romance. But... I don't know, but somehow the novel just got under my skin. I loved the dynamics between Hazel and Augustus and cried at the end. It's one of those books you never forget.

5. Brave New World - Aldous Huxley

As someone experiencing alienation and status anxiety in the modern times, I felt it was time to reread this English classic to see if it held up as well as when I read it in my teenage years. And boy, it did not only hold up, but it blew me away. The philosophical discussion about choosing between freedom and a life of conformity is more relevant than ever and my guess is, that it will stay relevant for a long time. After reading it, it kept me thinking about where we're heading in our current society. Are we even free? Or is it good enough to make people think they are? And if we become fully free, is a life as a Savage desirable? Excellent choice to keep you awake at night and ponder the political climate of our times.

4. Girl, Interrupted - Susanna Kaysen

One of the front runners of the 'unhinged woman' trend that we're seeing in modern literature. (Think 'Bunny' by Mona Awad or 'My Year of Rest and Relaxation' by Ottessa Moshfegh.) Except for Susanna, her autobiography isn't a trend; it's a description of the hardships she endured in a mental ward for women during the '60s. It's a book you can finish in a single sitting and which reminds you not so long ago we treated our mentally ill as the clinically insane.

3. Flowers in the Attic - V.C. Andrews

Once again, I'm late to the party. I've seen many posts of girls who secretly read this scandalous novel in middle school, their parents unaware of the insane story V.C. Andrews had crafted. And yes, the story is insane. It's about four children, an older brother and sister and their twin siblings, who lose their father and whose mother decides she will take them to her rich family to demand her part of the inheritance. All sounds well, except that upon arrival the children are all locked up in the attic, until the mother deems the coast to be clear. What follows is a shocking and outrageous story of survival in the attic, in which the older brother and sister start to act like parents to their younger siblings in more ways than one...

2. Circe - Madeline Miller

I've reread this book again and it was my number one favorite book of 2020. And, what can I say? It has witchcraft, feminism, magic, Greek mythology, descriptive colorful prose, revenge, love, regret and drama. A cocktail which seemed to be measured to the millimeter to satisfy my personal thirst for a great literary fiction. It has everything I love and didn't even know I loved. I can't recommend it enough. I've heard Madeline Miller is currently working on her third novel, a story about Hades and Persephone and I'll be the first in line to get it from my local library.

1. My Dark Vanessa - Kate Elizabeth Russell

Boy, what an unexpected way to end 2022. Just as I thought the year was nearing, I found my favorite book mere days before the fireworks would be launched and I literally devoured it. The story is about a 15 year old girl named Vanessa who gets accepted in a prestigious high school and subsequently is groomed by her English teacher. The book references 'Lolita' by Nabokov several times and the intertextuality it conveys is eery to say the least. This book takes Nabokov's work and completely flips it on its head, showing the tragic effects the sexual relationship, which Vanessa desperately romanticizes as a way to justify it (by, for example, drawing parallels between herself and the singer Fiona Apple), has on the life of single individual. The novel jumps back and forth between Vanessa as a teenager and Vanessa as an adult and how one man has the capability to completely take over and destroy the life of lonely, insecure girl. What makes the book even more tragic is that Vanessa denies being abused until the very end, despite the reader obviously seeing how the teacher has changed her future for the worst. It's not for the faint of heart and it's definitely not meant to be seen as a love story. It's a tragic tale of losing yourself in another without the support of anyone to guide you. It's my absolute favorite book of 2022 and it haunts me even days after finishing it.

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