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mooncaps · 1 year

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Watching and Crying

I don’t know how this show can top the impact of everything it’s already done and I’m sure there will be a lot more I wish they could’ve done, but let’s go!

Okay, just straight in, picking up immediately where it left off. Kind of jarring.

Okay, I guess this is the Titan from the in between.

Ooh, the heart. I was wondering if there was something more to be done with that.

Um, what? Is she the Emperor? The Golden Guard? To quote Hooty from last episode: What’s happening?!

That’s different stained glass, right? I feel like they’re trying to tell me something significant, but it’s not clicking.

Thanks, I hate it.

Ominous vibes from Amity. I don’t think I’m ready for this.

I’m definitely not ready for this!

Okay, so it’s everyone’s worst nightmare. I’m catching up.

Eyyy, callbacks. It’s like an inversion of Covention.

Okay, they keep knocking that hat off and putting it back on. I feel like they’re trying to set up something, but I’m not quite sure what.

Let’s go, Amity!

Yes! More of the certified bop that is The Collector’s Theme. ♫ ♪

Okay, more callbacks.

I can dig it.

Well, uh, mad respect for the attempt, little dude, but I will be shocked if that works.

That’s probably not good.

And there goes the hat again. Tell me your secrets, hat!

Now we’re doing callbacks to Agony of a Witch. I see you.

Okay, but like, they’re not actually killing off the main character at the end of a Disney Channel show. I’m sad for the characters presumably thinking it, but I can’t pull myself out of the meta perspective.

Oh, whoa, it’s a Hooty eye. I didn’t even spot that before.

Oh, that is a look!

Yes! This is a callback I was fully expecting and I’m thrilled to see it.

Bookends in finales are one of my favorite tropes.

Yooo! Titan Luz looks sick!

Loving the new remix of the theme. ♪ ♫

Ooh! Okay, that rings a bell.

Y’all know I’ve been thinking about the hat. Ever since Camila picked it up in 3x01 it’s been on my mind. And when I was passing the time between 3x02 and 3x03, I watched reactors do 1x01 and the thought occurred to me that if the writers wanted to do a full circle moment, then maybe they’d throw back to...

And so this isn’t exactly what I was thinking and doesn’t really involve the hat like I thought it would, but I’m noticing the visual similarity.

(Hang on, let me from the next morning grab a better screencap and...)

Bookending with Titans getting their crowns. What they deserve.

Eeeee! These baby gays always give me life.

Awww, Hooty, you’re adorable!

Her.

Oh my heart’s not ready for this.

Of course she chose all of them. Oh, and she’s wearing Amity’s necklace!

Ooh, new door. Finally accomplished what Luz wanted when she tried to find The Collector in the first place.

Ahhhh! There he is carving palismen! I’m so happy for him!

And Dell gets to teach the trade to someone new. Oh, and Hunter’s got a new palisman.

Whoa. Alright, Amity. Get it, queen.

Eyyyy, Harpy Lilith. I was wondering if we’d ever get to see this.

Rainestorm looking fabulous.

Am I sensing chemistry? (And I’m not just talking about abominations.)

This looks neat, but it’s hard to get a good screenshot with the credits going.

Eda, also looking fabulous.

That’s a good shot. Even Boscha showed up. And I’m glad to see Tiny Nose survived the thorny situation she was in when Belos was taking over.

Also...

Same energy.

Oh, I’m just noticing Bat Queen’s kids growing up. Such precious little monsters.

Ooh, a new glyph.

Woop, Youtube shrunk the final image off to the corner. Me from the next morning has to step in again with a better screencap.

And there we have it.

So, yeah, I’ve watched this twice now. Remind me not to stay up til after midnight waiting for an episode of a show in the future. The second time hit way better when I was well-rested. Er, well, rested anyway.

There were definitely some spots where it felt kind of rushed, and I understand why they had to pack as much as they could into a short space of time, but it still leaves me wishing for more. The nightmares alone could’ve been an episode or two if we’d had a full season 3. But I suppose we can’t dwell too much on what could’ve been.

They did a lot with what they had and made something very meaningful and impactful in my life and I’m sure in the lives of many others. There’s also definitely plenty of room for them to expand into comics or spinoffs, should those opportunities ever arise.

I kind of wish The Collector hadn’t left. For one thing, that last screenshot will always be lacking one character that I would want in a full group shot. And I guess it’s implied that they helped build the new portal door at some point, but I would’ve like too see more of The Collector helping out with the rebuilding efforts. And now I’m quite curious about the Archivists and whatever else is going on in the stars. More potential left open for the future, I suppose.

Gotta say I’m surprised they killed Belos. Not that I’m mourning for him, but I was thinking Luz would probably use the last of her Titan power to imprison him between the realms. I figured that would be a fitting punishment, but maybe killing him was more merciful. And dead to rights, he’d already lived way past his natural lifespan by stealing the lives of others. I’m a little bit surprised that he even could be killed, stubbornly as he clung to life. And I would’ve been afraid to touch that goop for fear of getting possessed, but I guess maybe Luz was still exuding enough Titan power to prevent him from doing that. Anyway, I’m rambling on a tangent now.

Definitely quite a ride. I’m sure I’ll always wish there could’ve been more, but I’m equally sure I’ll always love what we got. And we got so much. Even if we never get anything else, I know this show will continue to spark fond memories in me.

#The Owl House #toh spoilers #Watching and Dreaming #Lumity #my first thoughts on this

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monsterintheballroom · 3 months

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Thanks for tagging me @juliasdowntonstuff :-)

Tag game: tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better.

Last song: "The Look" Lords of the Lost feat Blümchen

Great cover of my fav Roxette song plus the video is fun too

Currently watching: Oderbruch, The Castaways & Big Boys

Three ships:

Elsie & Isobel (DA) well it´s more of a rubber boat than a ship with me as its only passenger

Ada & Hecate (The Worst Witch)

Minerva & adult Hermione (HP)

Favorite color: Green,well mint actually

Currently consuming: Cherry Coke Zero. Coke is practically running through my veines

First ship: Kerry Weaver & Kim Legaspi (ER)

Relationship status: (un)happily single but I made my peace with it that I'll die as spinster in front of the telly :-)

I tag @bitchbrisket @sarahlancashire @katiedingo @milk-and-hope @queerinsomniac @mistressdickens @rainbow-high @friedaaaaaaargh @ladymcgonagall @theoracle-posts @newnamesamecharlotte @cosmo-macaroon

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pesterloglog · 4 months

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John Egbert, Roxy Lalonde

Act 6, page 6989-6990

JOHN: poor rose.

JOHN: she was always too brave for her own good.

JOHN: this is exactly what happened last time.

ROXY: last time?

JOHN: um.

JOHN: it was years ago.

JOHN: when jack killed our parents.

JOHN: and we tried to fight him but we weren't strong enough to face him yet.

JOHN: so he killed her.

JOHN: but at least that time...

JOHN: i could bring her back to life.

ROXY: how

JOHN: uh...

JOHN: just, like...

JOHN: using a certain method.

JOHN: that is not an option anymore.

ROXY: ...

JOHN: that's the weird thing about this for me.

JOHN: i'm sitting here, looking at my dead friend.

JOHN: and it's really sad.

JOHN: but at the same time...

JOHN: all of this has already happened before.

JOHN: the death and tragedy and stuff.

JOHN: getting painted into the corner of yet another unwinnable situation.

JOHN: it keeps happening.

JOHN: and i don't know how to stop it!

ROXY: yeah

ROXY: me neither

JOHN: but we can't give up, right?

JOHN: i mean, we've all been in worse situations and gotten out of those, right?

ROXY: er

ROXY: have we rly

JOHN: well...

JOHN: hm.

JOHN: no, i guess we haven't.

JOHN: i guess this like, may be quite literally the worst thing that's ever happened??

JOHN: i mean, not to put too fine a point on ranking shitty things.

JOHN: but this is about as unbelievably shitty as it gets.

JOHN: i keep thinking about what i could have done to...

JOHN: or what i STILL could do if only i...

JOHN: if somehow i could learn to control this...

JOHN: or like, even better understand this...

JOHN: this stupid, zappy, retconny...

JOHN: WHATEVER IT IS.

JOHN: bluh.

ROXY: john yo

ROXY: chill

JOHN: chill?

ROXY: yes

ROXY: maybe we should try to like

ROXY: not worry about shit so much anymore

JOHN: why not?

JOHN: there are so many problems!

ROXY: i know

ROXY: i know all about the problems

ROXY: and we are both way brave and all

ROXY: im sure between us we proved that hella many times already

ROXY: but man

ROXY: i never wanted anything more than to meet my mom

ROXY: to meet rose i mean

ROXY: and to just

ROXY: be with her and talk

ROXY: and try to understand this bond i felt like we always had without ever knowin each other

ROXY: i kept getting so close

ROXY: dreamin about her...

ROXY: wakin up too soon...

ROXY: and finally

ROXY: the last time i woke up

ROXY: was just in time to see her die

ROXY: its like

ROXY: the witch was holding out just long enough for the dream to feel like a real possibility

ROXY: before taking it away

ROXY: then u take that ultrasad thing

ROXY: and pile on all the other brutal manure raining down on this epic shit charade

ROXY: and ive got to say john

ROXY: this is starting to feel an awful lot like the end

JOHN: the end?

ROXY: yeah

ROXY: whatever the end of the road feels like

ROXY: has gotta feel like this

ROXY: maybe we should just

ROXY: admit to ourselves this is probably what its like when you find yourself in a timeline where everything went wrong

ROXY: and you know it means youre doomed

ROXY: and the only thing left to do is face the fact you have to ride it out into nothingness

ROXY: stop worryin so much

ROXY: and try to let it go

JOHN: you mean, like.

JOHN: ...

JOHN: what do you mean?

ROXY: i mean

ROXY: accept that we lost

ROXY: admit that the people we wanted to be with

ROXY: the life we always wanted

ROXY: it was never gonna happen

ROXY: except maybe in the afterlife

ROXY: our friends are there

ROXY: callies there

ROXY: my mom is there

ROXY: why shouldnt we be there too

ROXY: why not just

ROXY: let the doomed timeline work its gloomy majyyks

ROXY: and slip away into nothing with the rest of this mess

JOHN: ...

#homestuck #john egbert #roxy lalonde #homestuck act 6 #page 6989 #page 6990 #homestuck act 6 act 6 #homestuck act 6 act 6 intermission 4

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isthisaria · 4 months

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My recommendation of '23

You’ve Got My Devotion (Hate You Sometimes) by lucythegoosey

Harry was in the biggest boy band in the world. He was also one half of the best (or worst, depends on who you ask) kept secret relationship in the music industry. Now, almost five years on, after One Direction has broken up, and Harry and Louis' relationship has as well, a video threatens to put everything at risk. One determined Irishman, a massive publicity stunt and two begrudging exes are all it takes to bring One Direction back to life and maybe, just maybe, Harry and Louis' mangled love life too. Or: Harry and Louis are forced to fake-date after an old video from when they were dating emerges.

the school of extraordinary lovers by stylinsoncity

"We keep telling the other, I love you and I love you, and we do, though we both know where the knives are." - Laura Van Prooyen harry is a third-year witch and violinist at Laitswold, the only magical academy in the UK, with dreams of taking on the world, and hopefully breaking the centuries-old curse on his family while he's at it. he does not dream of facing off against his childhood rival and duet partner, but louis is back in town after six years abroad, so that's exactly what happens.

The Second Hand Unwinds by kingsofeverything

Louis Tomlinson is one of the first members of NASA's top secret Chrono Exploration Program. When things go wrong and he's sent further back in time than planned, he has no other option than to show up on his ex-boyfriend's doorstep.

all we can do is keep breathing by thealmightyavocado

“Harry, I-I’m so sorry…” Louis stutters out, trying to keep his voice level and even, to portray a depiction of strength, but with the way Harry is looking at him, staring at him like he has a personal passage way straight to Louis’ soul, it’s so hard, nearly impossible. That simple opening phrase, that short introductory acknowledgement that is often rushed out so easily, painlessly, at a safe distance. Giving a doctor the ability to portray empathy without true emotion, without feeling the full brunt and sheer force of the underlying pain itself. But Louis feels it, he feels the crushing agony laced behind the phrase, he feels the weight of the painful words slipping from his lips, the cause and effect that the three-word expression holds. The distantly empty “I’m so sorry” that doctors throw out in self-preservation, isn’t at all empty for him. Louis recognizes it, he understands it, he feels it. a fated story of two broken and battered boys who barely survived the unimaginable and how the love of one little brave girl defies all the odds and somehow puts them back together.

A Package Deal by alltheselights

Louis knows Harry hasn't fucked and run because he can hear him talking quietly in the next room. He shouldn't care enough to get up and find out who he's talking to—he knows cops get phone calls at all hours of the night and day—but Louis has always been too curious for his own good. He pushes himself up off the couch and pulls on his underwear, which he finds several feet away, folded in a small pile. Harry must have done that while he was still asleep. It feels a little silly to be tiptoeing around in his own home, but Louis does it anyway. When he finally peeks around the corner to the kitchen, he sees Harry kneeling on the floor with Biscuit, and that alone is enough to disrupt Louis' usual heart rate. When he realizes that Biscuit is allowing Harry to scratch around his ears while he mutters to him quietly about what a pretty boy he is, well, okay. Now Louis might need a defibrillator. For the past three years, it's just been Louis and his one-eye orange cat, Biscuit. When Louis starts sleeping with Harry, the aggravating cop stationed at the ER where he works, he has no reason to think anything will change. Unfortunately, Biscuit and Harry have other plans.

a cycle of recycled revenge by brokenbeaks

Foxburgh, England, 1983. In the heat of summer, wreathed by pastures, rolling knolls, and thatched-roof cottages, Louis takes on a new job: caretaking for a recently blinded man named Harry. As it begins, what seems like a simple task turns into a quest that costs him every last bit of his pride and tolerance. Harry is, in practice, a two-legged curse. And Louis is just gonna have to put up with it. Or: The one where Harry likes to infuriate Louis almost as much as he enjoys straddling his lap.

#fanfic #larry stylinson fanfic #fanfic recommendation #larry stylinson #2023

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anisethefiaadmin · 6 days

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There was no point in knocking on the door of Malfoy Manor. Ginny knew that perfectly well. She also knew that she was going to do it anyway, because nothing relieved her feelings like a good hammering on a door. Not that this was going to help, particularly, when it came to an issue like this.

She flung open the gate and stomped down the winding front drive, glaring fiercely at the beautiful spreading cedar trees lining either side. The manor itself was a massive block of honey-colored stone, Jacobeathean style, its towers, gables, parapets, balustrades, and chimneystacks glowing softly in the afternoon sunlight. A flag with the Malfoy dragon crest flew from a turret. The beauty of the home only made her angrier. She strode up to the huge front door, casting the bronze dragons on either side a suspicious glance, and banged the knocker up and down as hard as she could.

Truth be told, she wouldn’t have been surprised to get no answer at all. She was already a bit shocked that the entire grounds weren’t spelled to specifically keep Weasleys out. Alternately, she might have expected a supercilious butler elf sniffily informing her that no blood traitors were allowed. But the door opened on her first knock. And on the other side stood no other than Draco Malfoy, hands casually thrust into his pockets, favoring her with a slight, amused smile.

“Why did you answer the door?” she blurted.

He raised one elegantly sculpted eyebrow. “It is my house, a fact of which you surely must be aware, Weasley.” “

Well—er—never mind that.” Ginny was already feeling flustered. He’d caught her off guard, which was something that Malfoy seemed capable of doing all too often.

“Care for a biscuit?” he asked. “It’s almost teatime.”

“No, I don’t want a biscuit! You KNOW what I want.”

He looked her up and down in leisurely fashion, which gave her just enough time to curse her choice of words. “And that would be…?”

“I want to talk to you about this stupid witch’s curse! The one that’s forcing me to date my worst enemy’s sibling.”

#draco/ginny #draco malfoy #d/g #draco #ginny weasley #harry potter #drinny #drabbles #tropes

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miraakulous-cloud-district · 4 months

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Hi! 💖

25, 27, 42, 10, 21, 7 for Ravvyraak and Rumcurio! 🥰

Hiiiii!!! Thank you so much, dear!! <333 Link to the ask game can be found ✨here✨

25. Do they have any pet names for one another?

Rumcurio are the ones with all the lovey-dovey pet names (such as honey, sweetheart, dearheart, my love, and some light insults, as you saw in chapter one) and Ravvyraak gives them so much shit for it! I can definitely see Ravvyraak give each other some nicknames tho, maybe some teasing stuff. I can see Fenrik calling Ravvy "Mossy" because of her moss-green eyes, and I don't know if I should say this?? But ehh, screw it, by the end of the fic, he'd call her "witch" just to tease her, to which she'd get super mad and be like "It's Grand Wizard, you bastard!" (not sure if it's going to be actually "grand wizard" but it *will* be a fancy title for sure) And Ravvy will call Fenrik "Blondie" sometimes, but she also calls him "Motherfu**er" because her love language is cute aggression :))

27. Who tends to drive on long journeys? Who navigates?

This is a great question that I haven't actually thought about until now! I can see Fenrik being a great navigator because back in his Apocrypha days, he used to study a lot of maps, but in terms of space orientation, I suppose Ravvy is better at it because my girl went to Vivec in college, and surviving that city means that she has exceptional navigation skills, because that city is the worst maze I've encountered in any game! And I'm thinking that Marcurio is the better navigator because of his scholarly nature, but also he's so cocky about it that it gets them both lost at times!

42. Who teases who? What about?

At first it's only Ravvy who does the teasing, she grew up in a family where loving teasing was an everyday thing, both Endryn and Hjaldir being big on it, and even Teldryn! So she will definitely do it more to him once they get cozier with each other, as for Fenrik, well, he adores it and he is so relieved when they begin falling into friendly banter, and Ravonna is so pleasantly surprised whenever he talks back! <3 And Rumcurio also tease each other all the time as a love language! They started from the moment they met, so it's absolutely natural to them at this point <3. They usually tease each other the most about their heights because I do love a *height difference moment* every now and then.

10. Who plays with whose hair?

Definitely Ravonna with Fenrik's! It's a win-win situation because she loves his hair so much because it's very soft and fair, and he finds someone playing with his hair very relaxing! Ravvy is the "don't touch my hair" type of person tho. For Rumcurio is goes both ways! Marcurio adores Rumarin's fine, silky hair and Rumarin adores Marcurio's thick brown hair!

21. Who typically tends to initiate intimacy first (this can be a conversation, action or anything)?

It's usually Ravonna because Fenrik's fear of being too pushy or clingy is too strong for him to have the initiative, and he is usually saying yes to anything before Ravvy even finished her question. And because these ships are a bit of a narrative mirror to each other, it's the same for Rumcurio, except that they're not ace and *a lot* thirstier sometimes :)) Rumarin is a very "I'll try anything/everything is on the table if you want it to be" guy.

7. Who likes forehead kisses? Who likes hand kisses? Who likes neck kisses?

Ravonna loves forehead kisses and Fenrik loves hand kisses, especially since he's fascinated by Ravvy's beautiful hands. It also makes her very angry and red and flustered whenever he does it, and it turns out that Fenrik likes scary sometimes :)))) I mean, there's no other way if you're in love with Ravonna!

Rumairn adores kisses on the top of the head, because it usually is the most accessible thing to him as the resident tall banana man, and he finds it very endearing and pure and full of love. Marcurio loves to be a teasing little shit and he likes going for the neck. Also, it's the closest thing, since Rumairn's face is too high up for him most of the time.

#ask game #oc: ravonna #oc: fenrik #rumcurio

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travlersjoy444 · 2 years

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A Slightly Distorted Lens (Part 13)

TOH Hunter/Golden Guard x reader

Masks and Bets part thirteen.

(Lucky number thirteen, anyone?)

The links to the other parts are now at the bottom of the page.

*******

I stared at Hunter. Cinder. He remembers me as Cinder!

“Hunter…” I said, not sure what to do. “...I’m not Cinder, remember?” I finished gently.

Something in his eyes flickered.

“..What?” He said, sounding drained and void and null all at once. He sighed, giving his post one final resigned glance before stepping out the door.

“Hunter, listen.” I said softly, leading him down to a bridge over one of the rivers. “You don’t remember me right now, but just know that you mean a lot to me. You knew me as Cinder once, yeah, but before that you knew me as someone entirely different. And as that someone different, I…I did a really bad thing to you.” I murmured, trying to be as honest as possible.

He seemed to be scanning my face, looking for another identity in his friend Cinder. Not seeing (Y/N).

I sighed and took his gloved hand, fidgeting with it as I spoke.

“I worked with you- you remember that?”

He nodded, still not saying anything. I pressed on. “We were like partners in crime back then.”

He met my eyes. “What changed?” he said softly, curiously. As though the idea of something changing was just a good old saturday cartoon plot- mildly interesting, but nothing worthwhile.

“I left.” I said gently. “I decided that Belos was wrong, so I left.”

His lack of reaction was almost scarier than if he had yelled at me.

“Belos isn’t wrong, Cinder, or whoever you are. He’s honorable, a good witch. But…” He sighed, looking away.

“For some reason, I have the suspicion that you’re also…a good witch. At least…I think you’re telling your truth. I believe that that’s what you believe.” He finished, squeezing my hand.

“...So…. you’re not mad at me?” I said in a small voice.

He half-smiled. “Nah. I may not remember you too well, but I know you aren’t lying. Besides…the coven is a lot to handle for some witches. It’s a lot of pressure, y’know? I wouldn’t have just anyone sign up…” He trailed off, starting to fidget with his gloves.

I nodded. “Yeah…remember the time they left us on a mountain alone? I nearly starved to death- I only survived because a few abandoned palismen saved me.”

“I liked the mountain trial…” He replied uncertainly.

“What about that time you and I were forced to kill a pod of innocent selkidomi?” I frowned.

“Oh, uh, yeah…I remember that….you cried. It was pouring out of your mask….” He swallowed shakily.

“The worst part was when he took my palisman.” I murmured. “He was a bat named Pip…”

Flapjack chirped on Hunter’s shoulder.

“Oh yeah, speaking of which- I got a new palisman.” I smiled ruefully, pointing up at where the raven had perched above us. “Just finished carving her earlier today…but uh. Y’know. Still pretty sad”

“What’s her name?” He asked, looking up in awe.

“Thursday. She named herself.” I shrugged, smiling.

“Cool.” He breathed. He looked nervous though, and his eyebrows knit together in discomfort.

“You’re a strong witch, right?” He said, his tone shifting to something more urgent.

“Uh…yeah, kinda…” I answered, slightly taken aback by the change of topic.

“And yet…the coven wasn’t really your thing.” He whispered, looking more and more worried. “Thorns.”

“Cinder- er, whoever you are- what would you do if your friend gave you an awesome opportunity but it meant a ton of work that you didn’t ask for?”

“Oh, you mean like getting forced into the Emperor’s coven?” I said bluntly.

“Er…yeah…”

“I’d be mad at myself for befriending someone like that, Hunter.” I said pointedly.

“Oh…yeah…” He sputtered. “I- I’ve gotta go, (Y/N)- I made a mistake. I don’t know why I called you that-”

“No, that’s my name!” I grinned. “You know my name!” He smiled more confidently now. “And I can’t wait to remember more. Now I’ve gotta go save my friends.”

I grinned, shaking his hand. “Heck yeah you do. Can I come with?”

He gave a firm nod, mounting his palisman. I followed suit, nudging him a bit as we rose off the ground on our respective staffs.

“We’ve got this, man.” I smirked.

“I sure hope we do.”

“We do.” I said firmly. “We definitely do.”

*******

By the time we landed at the station, Darius had already picked up the flyer derby team. Left behind on the steps was a parcel wrapped in twine.

“We’re too late.” Hunter whispered, panic seeping into his voice as he tore it open. “My cloak. I…I guess he thinks I earned it” Hunter said dully. “We’re too late.”

“Not necessarily….” I grinned, pointing at the airship in the sky above us.

“Oh jeez, there’s no turning back now is there?” He murmured, staring at the ship.

I punched him gently. “Yea there is, but you’ll walk away feeling like a coward and lose any chance to regain your team’s trust. Plus they’ll be mad at me for hyping you up the other day- I can practically already hear Scarah saying ‘(Y/N), you have loser taste in friends! (Y/N), you really hung out with that kid? Ohmitian, (Y/N)’s opinion is trash!’ But uh yeah no, you could still back out.” I shrugged.

Hunter sighed. “I know, I know. You’re right. Let’s do this. Darius is gonna kill me.”

“There we go.” I smiled, giving him a quick hug.

He blushed, pulling away as he returned to his palisman. “You sure you want to come? It- it could get dangerous-”

“Counterpoint- you sure you want me to come? Our duo might kill your chance of looking like a badass anti hero who works alone-”

“Yes I definitely want you to come.” He said firmly. “I’ll look more badass if I’m working with someone who can actually do magic.”

“So there we go, I’m coming. Glad we could sort that out.” I smirked, hopping back onto my staff.

I hovered below the airship as Hunter prepared to teleport.

“Darius!” He yelled as he teleported onto the deck. I flew after him, landing as gracefully as I could on the deck.

Willow jumped up. “Now!” She commanded.

All of the team members jumped off the ship! I raced after them, staring over the edge, half aware of Darius and Hunter flanking me.

The plummeting team vanished in a puff of smoke. An illusion. I sighed with relief.

“Land the ship!” Yelled Willow from behind me. I whipped around to see all the team members jump down from the ship frame's beam.

“Wait!” Snapper Darius as Viney took over the wheel.

She smirked and pulled a random lever, and I winced as we slammed into the boiling sea. The team members hopped out of the ship with their staffs and tried to escape, but Darius blocked their path with an abomination.

He really does have dramatic tendencies. I smirked, shaking my head as Darius threatened the kids.

“Did you really think you could get away with endangering a Coven Head? Do you have any idea what I'm capable of?!” He yelled.

“WAIT!” Screamed Hunter, diving between Darius and the team.

“Out of my way, little prince.” Dairus sighed.

“No!” Hunter snapped. “I was mistaken. These four are insolent agitators who aren't fit for the Emperor's Coven.” He paused and swallowed. “And I'm unfit to wear the sigil of the Golden Guard.”

Hunter tossed the half-opened package onto the ground.

“You can go.” He said sadly, turning to Willow.

She hesitated. “Please, captain.” Hunter said softly.

Willow lowered her staff, sighing.

“Let's move, team. We need to find a replacement. After all, it'll be 52 weeks before Caleb's next day off.”

I sighed, glancing back at them ruefully before joining Hunter.

Darius glared at him incredulously. “You... befriended them? And then you disobeyed me to protect them?!” Darius scowled, raising his scythe arm.

Hunter shut his eyes and recoiled in fear. I squeezed his hand reassuringly, keeping my eyes open as Darius’s hand transformed back

“I'm impressed. I had you all wrong.” He said, patting Hunter’s head.

“Huh?”

“You're what? Sixteen? It's about time you made connections besides the castle and Hotshot over here.” Darius smiled.

“I don’t know, I am pretty awesome…” I pointed out, smiling.

“Still…” Darius summoned a scroll and dropped it into Hunter's hands.

“Oh dude, a Penstagram account!” I grinned. “That’s awesome!”

“But- but what about the recruiting mission?” Hunter spluttered.

Darius shrugged. “I was just gonna drop them off at Hexside. We have more than enough recruits, in my opinion.”

Hunter looked up. “Are you... gonna tell Belos about this?

Darius smiled. “Are you going to tell him about your secret palisman?... Magic or not, I think you'll make your predecessors proud.”

He tossed Hunter the package.

“But you could still use a sewing lesson.”

*******

Hunter: hii

Hunter: wiat I didt men to send that yet,,

Hunter: typing is hArd.

You: Well…you are wearing gloves, so…

Hunter: sil.

Hunter: *still.

You: Well I’m glad you’re typing. I missed talking with you.

Hunter: me oo

Hunter: *me 2

Hunter: *Me two

Hunter: *mE too

Hunter: *metoo

Hunter: AAAUUUGHHH!!!//

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Author's note:

What is this?? A quick update?!

I found a new way to plan my stories, so now like...writing them is quicker! Neat!

Taglist:

@vievi

@generousdoodleforillustration

@harlanfalcon

@ronipiamka

@draarnaak

@cloud-9ine

@jinxed-jk

@not-nubno

@hunter-therapy

Links:

Act One:

Masks and Bets (Part 1)

Masks and Beasts (Part 2)

Masked and Beat (Part 3)

Masked (and Unmasked) On the Seas (Part 4)

Cracks in a Mask (Part 5)

Revelations (Part 6)

Bad Moon Rising (Part 7)

Act Two:

Hey Lilith (Part 8)

Way Home (Part 9)

Back to the Future (Part 10)

Lost Threads (Part 11)

Teatime (Part 12)

#x reader #the owl house hunter x reader #the owl house x reader #the owl house #the golden guard #golden guard x reader #toh hunter x reader #hunter toh #toh golden guard #toh golden guard x reader

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polarisgreenley · 1 month

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A Bouquet of New Beginnings: Chapter 21: Field Poppy

Summary: A run-down with Professor Fig about what happened in the witch's tomb. And a little outing with Poppy to rescue a certain Hippogriff.

Floriography: Avoidance of Problems; Good & Evil

Full Chapter: [AO3] //7.0k words

Excerpt Below:

The reverie of Halloween continued into the night as the patrons of The Three Broomsticks were in relative levels of sloshed. In contrast, Artemis slinked under her disillusionment up the stairs to the private room. She’d done her best to clean up the stench of dead that clung onto her clothing, but she thought maybe it was just the permeating smell of candied alcohol and aforementioned drunkenness of the patrons that made her go unnoticed.

“Come in,” called out Professor Fig’s voice as she knocked on the door of the private room. She snuck in and got rid of her disillusionment just as the door clicked shut.

“Godric’s heart! Artemis what on earth happened?!”

How bad did she look, she wondered, for his eyes to widen so much, for him to rush to her like that and tightly grip her shoulders.

Artemis slowly shook her head. “I… I think I need to sit. May I have some tea?”

“Right, of course. I’ll be right back.”

Her mentor guided her to the nearest stool. When he left, she let out a shaky breath as she pulled out the whittled buttercup spoon out of her bag. Her body folded so her forehead touched both the spoon and wand handle in her hands. Her hands now shook almost as violently as they had when she’d killed that Loyalist.

Professor Fig returned quickly with a fresh pot of chai. The familiarity of sitting across from him with a warm cup of chai in her hands finally calmed her. She was safe.

The professor waited patiently for her to start, and once she did, she couldn’t stop. The horror of the tomb, the helm, the fight, and those poor inferi and even that poor Ashwinder. Her eyes didn’t move from her chai the entire time.

Professor Fig sighed. “Artemis… nobody. Nobody. Should see and go through what you did. What was Lodgok thinking?!”

“He tried to go in, sir,” offered Artemis weakly. “He really did. But the second he tried, the tomb clearly burned him or something. I didn’t tell him about the details; he doesn’t need to know.”

Professor Fig looked unconvinced with his furrowed eyebrows.

Artemis sighed. “I agreed to go, sir. We need a spy inside Ranrok’s Loyalists to funnel information. Admittedly, it was a lot more than I expected, but I handled –”

“– it’s not about your ability to handle situations, Artemis. I know you are more than capable. It is the fact that you have been placed in these situations in the first place that is concerning,” interrupted Professor Fig. He fiddled with his wife’s scarf. “Though, I daresay yesterday would not have been a good day for you at the castle had you stayed.”

“It wasn’t, but I couldn’t figure out why. None of my diagnostics made any sense.”

Professor Fig pulled out an ancient, slim book.

“I’m sure Nurse Blainey wouldn’t be able to pull the diagnostic either in this instance. The reason it wouldn’t make sense is because it isn’t a healing cause. It’s because you’re a clairvoyant. At least, from what I could gather from this and a nice chat with Professor Onai – she’s a renowned Seer. I did not tell her of your situation, do not worry.”

Artemis closed her mouth; Professor Fig continued.

“It seems Seers have a… similar problem on certain days of the year. There was a rather lengthy lecture attached to it, but this and combined with this tome I found, it seems clairvoyants that lean toward er, the less warm-blooded, experience troubles when the Veil is thinnest between life and death. It depends on the region, but in our case –”

“– Halloween,” finished Artemis. It made sense why Professor Fig insisted they meet here, and how she felt much better after leaving Hogwarts for the day.

“Precisely. Hogwarts is, ironically, the worst place to be on Halloween, what with all the ghosts. How did you… feel?”

“Like a bone-chilling death on legs. But when I left, and when I took care of the inferi, I felt much better.”

“I see. I haven’t found anything yet, but if there’s anything to mitigate that for next year, I shall let you know. It would be a travesty if you miss the Halloween Feast the next couple of years. Now, I suggest you still avoid the inside of the castle until after midnight, though the grounds might be fine. I could pay Sirona another night’s worth of coin.”

Artemis shook her head. “I’d like to test the grounds theory, professor. I have somewhere we could go.”

“After a nap, I think,” said Professor Fig as he yawned. “Sleep is important.”

A few hours later, when the sky was about as bright as any greyed November sky in the Scottish Highlands could be and she smelled like frankincense instead of death, the pair arrived at the Briar Greenhouse. The familiar click of the key and a few incantations unlocked one of her sanctuaries.

“Welcome to the Briar Greenhouse, Professor,” she said warmly.

Where there used to be rampant weeds and fungi, there were proper flower beds and pots for healing potions and teas. The tree had been transplanted and now in its stead grew an impressive selection of sunflowers, dahlias, and enchanted roses. The ground floor now flourished with the safer plants, while the second had plants with much deadlier consequences. Everything from cordoned off hellebore to field poppies, and even a flaming bush kept separate resided with the drying station. Hanging baskets hung filled with dwarf roses, extra herbs and hanging vines stretched along the railings. Finally, the rotten barrels and boxes were replaced with sturdy ones that could serve as seating if needed, though mostly it functioned to hide the entrance to the Witty Pear.

Artemis watched as Professor Fig passed by it without notice as he circled the ground floor – a success on the Notice-Me-Not. Or perhaps it was because the professor’s eyes were widened in awe at everything.

“Artemis… I read the reports from Professor Garlick of your progress, but this is incredible. What are these?” Professor Fig asked as he pointed toward the little corner with the dying bramble.

“Those are the witch’s briars that were originally here. I kept the three that were still salvageable; the soil is well-maintained and the dead bits were trimmed. So when the Keepers teach me how they revived Feldcroft, I have something to test it on,” explained Artemis.

Though she had no idea when that would be, considering their current agreement. Professor Fig hummed with a smile.

“I see. I presume this is where you spend much of your time on weekends?”

“I – yes. But it’s… yes,” said Artemis, not bothering to come up with an excuse. Truthfully, she split her time between here, the Room-Clinic, and the Witty Pear for her alone time on the weekends.

Professor Fig patted her gently on the shoulder.

“There is nothing wrong with some time alone, Artemis. I am not here to lecture you on that. However, I do have to caution that, when you do get busier with exams and our continued search… to not neglect your friends. I have to say, I was rather impressed by how a few of them inquired of your absence yesterday.”

Artemis averted her and gently touched the briar stems as her cheeks heated. She would have to apologise, especially to Sebastian; he wouldn’t have been fooled by Professor Fig’s ‘ruins’ research.

“They’re good people.”

“They are. Now, how about I deliver you breakfast and lunch here today, and you enjoy a Saturday outside with your friends tonight?”

Getting her hands dirty as she tended to her plants was a balm compared to last night’s events. The warmth of the greenhouse, collecting ingredients for potions and teas, and eating both breakfast and lunch with Professor Fig on the sturdy boxes was a true delight. But with another nudge to ‘perhaps go outside,’ she got the message – alone time was done for today.

But as she walked with no particular destination other than not inside, Lodgok’s parting words flitted back.

She sounds like a loose end.

The more they churned, the more they made sense. From what little understanding she had of goblins, they were thorough – the degree of Gringotts security attested to that. But more than that, why put a curse on someone instead of killing them if they found out something?

Why let Anne live? What was the purpose?

“Oh, hey Artemis.”

Artemis lifted her head as she came face to face with Andrew and Leander.

“Hello.”

“Heard you didn’t go to the feast last night; Sallow threw a fit,” said Leander.

“I was out on independent study,” lied Artemis smoothly. “Sebastian threw a fit?”

“Well, a fit is probably overexaggerated,” said Andrew with a relaxed smile, “he did ask around to see if we knew where you were. Muttered about you being a diricrawl. Ominis seemed to agree.”

“Natty commented on it too… before she was rightfully disgusted with Garreth shovelling candy,” huffed Leander.

Andrew turned to her. “By the way, did the paints help?”

“Oh, they did! Thank you for teaching me,” thanked Artemis genuinely.

If he hadn’t had the paints or the patience to teach her, Anne’s tea tin would’ve been drab.

“Always happy to help a fellow artist.”

Leander quirked up an eyebrow. “You paint?”

Artemis teetered her head. “He paints, I sketch.”

“If you want to paint more, I’m happy to accept another into the fold,” said Andrew.

Artemis offered a hand. “Trade you pencil for paint?”

Andrew laughed as they shook on it. “Deal.”

“Alright you two,” interjected Leander before he pointed his thumb toward the Summoner’s Court. “Artemis, I challenge you to a game. See if your win against Natty wasn’t just luck.”

Artemis beat Leander both rounds as Andrew served as referee.

“How? How are you so good at this? And Cro –” Leander bit his tongue as they set up for a third round.

Artemis lifted an eyebrow. “I don’t think it’s a matter of skill. I just need to concentrate more.”

“What?”

“Mm. I mean, everyone learns Accio in their first year, right?”

“Right.”

“And how to duel?”

Leander nodded slowly. “Right…?”

“So you’ve had four years to get accustomed to it; you do it automatically. I still need to think about each step. Does that make sense?”

“I suppose… so you’re saying I’m not concentrating enough?”

“No, I’m saying that’s what I am doing, because I need to.”

Leander seemed to consider her words, and opened his mouth –

“Artemis!! There you are!!”

Artemis, Leander and Andrew turned. Poppy rushed toward them, her bag bouncing harshly against her leg. She looked slightly dishevelled and wore a similar garb to their Biscuit excursion. The three exchanged a look as Artemis and Leander climbed down from the platform.

“Poppy? What’s wrong?” Artemis asked, and had to consciously stay still as Poppy snatched her wrist.

“Come with me, please.”

There was no room for discussion.

“Right, um, see you two later.”

She faintly heard the two boys bid goodbye. Poppy’s pace right now neared a jog as she pulled Artemis toward the familiar glade.

“Poppy, what’s g–”

“– Highwing’s missing!”

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #a bouquet of new beginnings #artemis loreley #eleazar fig #leander prewett #andrew larson #poppy sweeting #natsai onai #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt

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flareblitzedyt · 2 months

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Are you ever gonna get back to making gameplays? :(

I'm not making any promises if I ever will return to making content on the channel. The state of YouTube for the kind of content that I create is the worst that it has ever been, I needed to of stated many years ago before I did if I was to have any kind of long term success on the platform at all when games like The Witch's House, Mad Father and Ib were originally released in English, back when these sort of games were at their prime for both their hype and their attention.

Alongside the sheer lack of interest for long lengthed gameplay of rpg maker games on YouTube is the sparse of games nowadays that doesn't look/feel like a university assignment criteria of "I submitted my project onto itchio, it passes that criteria on my list of tasks to do" or a meme game that does not take itself even remotely serious at all. Since I stop uploading back in August 2023, I can only see a hand picked selection of games under "New/New & Popular" that advertises themselves with the intention of grabbing the player's attention generally, over requiring an incredibly specific kind of audience to be interested in the meme/culture of that said game.

Another reason is that I do not have any more fun playing these games while sharing my experience of them, why share my experience when another channel out there with 1000s of times a bigger audience clearly has a monopoly in that field and for good reason, because they are far better at that kind of content creation with those games than I am to retain people's attention for so long.

The final reason and this is the most personal one is that even if anyone still has the interest of watching my videos don't have any or a small amount of genuine interest in the content creator (because of the previous paragraph), and just the content itself. It's not something that I expect from everyone, but it's more of a I can count on one hand the number of people who watches my videos who has an interest in both the content that is created, and the creator that created the content. I don't feel that some people genuinely mean what they say when they want to support me, more of a "I encouraging you to make more content for the content, regardless of what mindset you are in, I need content to watch & grind watching."

If I started content creating years before I started, I would of had a far better time retaining a larger audience over a long(er) period of time. Though with the way YouTube is you can only succeed if you retained a monopoly on the content that you started & continue to cover many years down the road from when you began. In comparison to millions that will miss a content creator with millions of subs if and when they decide to stop, I'll only be missed by the smallest margin of my incredibly small presence on the internet, I won't be missed at all and that's how I geninuely feel. My sincerest apologies for letting you down Anon and anyone else reading.

- Flare

#response #youtube #flareblitzed

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ghoulcountry · 6 months

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SLASHER MANS SLASHER MANS

ohhhh blorbo from my own OC... i play favorites so hard with this man and i gave him the worst, most dramatic emocringe backstory bc i. deserve it.

wolfgang holt was born in the mid-late 70s in a small town in mississippi. his mom was a practicing witch and his dad walked out on them pretty early on. money was tight but life was good for a while.

then his mom remarried. the guy was fine at first. he helped pay off their house, he took care of them, he wasn't the most emotionally vulnerable but he wasn't outright awful. but things got worse. as they do. wolf's step dad's social drinking became outright aggressive alcoholism. he started abusing wolf's mom. he started abusing wolf. he would abuse wolf's mom even more when she tried defending her son. some of his friends would try to convince him to go to church with them to get "healed" of his drinking problem and get him away from the "godless whore" he'd married.

it turned out he'd assumed his wife saying she was a witch was some kind of joke. just a way of flirting. some oo i put a spell on u type shit. one night he caught her casting protection spells on her son while he slept and snapped. the drinking, the persistent brainwashing from friends and family, and the general closed mindedness of their little conservative town resulted in him dragging wolf out into the woods behind their house and beating him to near unconsciousness and leaving him for dead in the snow, promising that his mom was next and they'd meet again in hell.

left alone and wounded in the cold, wolf was an easy target for hungry predators. a small pack of (WHAT ELSE) wolves found him. they started ripping him apart, tearing mostly into his throat and chest.

as far as wolf remembers he escaped on pure adrenaline alone, just running as fast as he possibly could towards home. he's never questioned how he was able to move at all.

when he got home his mother was already dead and his step dad was blacked out. it only made sense to shoot him before he could wake up again.

orphaned and effectively homeless, he stumbled out into the woods again, walking until he reached the next town and stumbling into the first emergency room he could find. the drs were understandably alarmed that he was even alive. in fact, his injuries had already started to heal. the injuries to his throat had left him mute, and they were unable to get him to communicate with them in any other way, so they got him patched up and put in a room to rest while they tried to find out who his parents were and what could've possibly happened. officers were called to the er, and wolf (who had been pretending to sleep and listening for signs of cops, afraid that he'd be arrested if they found out he killed his step dad) bolted while they were all distracted.

he's been alone since. his mom's spells were more real and more powerful than even she would've guessed, and now he's effectively immortal. he hasn't realized this himself yet, whether through willful ignorance in order to ignore the trauma or because he doesn't believe in those things so he's unable to accept them no one knows. but any wound he sustains will heal, eventually, no matter how bad. truly traumatic injuries leave marks--the wolf attack left him mute, scarred, and blind in one eye--but the more minor ones can heal in minutes with no lasting evidence.

wolf now lives in a cabin he built himself in a dense forest bordering some mid-sized city. every now and then he needs to make supply runs, so he sneaks into city limits at night to steal whatever he can't hunt or grow or make himself. unfortunately, he has an overactive sense of self preservation... and unfortunately, a city is full of people. anyone who seems even remotely like a threat ends up dead, and the older he gets the looser the definition of "threat" becomes, to the point where someone even slightly annoying could end up missing a head or with a shotgun shell in their chest. stories start to circulate of the slasher in the woods, and it becomes the ~cool~ thing to do to go party in there and make it home alive. and nothing's more annoying than teenagers who think they're immortal.

#OC: wolf #era: 2022

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rockingrobin69 · 2 years

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Robin’s Flufftober collection is now complete!

Soft, soft, soft. Featuring:

Sugary-perfectly-sweet, in which it’s early and it’s sweet

Portrait-level desperate, where pining Harry has to suffer through a party, so help him

As-you-wish, featuring some of the worst-best couples costumes for Halloween

Try, life in a cottage at the edge of the forest is reported blissful

Buttery Sweet, with accidental confessions and pastries

Lighting Up, where electrical mishaps turn into grand gestures

Ridiculous(ly perfect), movie night galore (soft soft pyjamas!)

Aglow, nesting in the middle of nowhere (hurt/comfort)

Game On, Draco in short skirt vs Harry in pro uniform doing stretches

Brewed out of control - part 1, where no one is actually in control and the pining turns severe

Brewed out of control - part 2, where they, er. confront it

Keeping, where gentle is frantic and full full of love

Practice makes - erm, Draco’s on a mission and will NOT be derailed

Any Way, about insecurities and being taken as is

By Accident, where even obliviousness won’t stand in love’s way (eventually)

A Quiet Fall(ing into place), a surprise nap and tooth-rotting fluff

Barking, never let a man do a dog’s job

Frightfully true, Werewolves and power dynamics and tension but gentle

Season, love is one of those things that follow you through the day

Re:right, a bit of reimagination in the form of fairytale

High Stakes, James-Bondy vibes but Drarry and a touch obsessed

Understandable, rumour has it our boys are happy

Mystically, universally true, crystal ball reveals: they are also in love

Rain or Shine, literally in any weather

Gracefully, secret relationship galore (bonus greying mane)

Orange, Harry loves orange and Draco loves him

His for the taking, rated E, anticipation is the sweetest form of hell

Yes, when you don’t get the proposal you wanted and you couldn’t be happier still

Leaves, minor freak out sees happy ending

Witching Hour, Halloween vibes and fluff

Charged, bonus chapter, 2.5k, pining through the roof but it’s all so sweet

Find Robin’s Flufftober 2022 on AO3 or here on tumblr!

#flufftober 2022 #fluff #ficlets #each one is 500 words #they're all very soft #a lot of pining. a lot of longing #a lot of love #a lot of.... er #there's a lot!#thank you very much for supporting this series #i appreciate it more than i could say xx #drarry fic #draco x harry

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jmagnabo92 · 2 years

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Drabble - Take a Break

For @dim-witch This one falls more in line with the prompt you sent:

That Harry decides to do something low-key for Sirius for his birthday to ‘forget about the war’ and just spend time together.

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Sneaking into Grimmauld Place wasn’t as difficult as Harry thought it would be. He knows that he shouldn’t go anywhere without his ‘guard’, but today was a special day – Sirius’ birthday. Sirius hadn’t really mentioned his birthday to Harry, but he’d overheard it mention of it the previous year, and with Sirius barely escaping death the previous year, Harry felt this birthday was extra special. Especially since Sirius has been freed and officially his guardian. Although sadly, he hadn’t moved from Grimmauld Place since it’s still safer than any regular house could be – which is not always the greatest for Sirius’ mental health.

Thus, sneaking out of Hogwarts and into their home so that he could actually be with his godfather on his birthday this year. He could only hope that Sirius isn’t angry with him about the fact that he shouldn’t be sneaking out.

As soon as he arrives in the door, he’s met with Sirius running in, clearing assuming the worst, and then, realizing that it’s just Harry. “Harry? What are you doing here?”

“Happy Birthday!” Harry grins. “I know that you don’t really celebrate and that I shouldn’t have snuck out of school, but I really wanted to do something to celebrate with you.”

Sirius looks surprised, but pulls him in for a hug. “Thanks, kid. I appreciate that. Why don’t we – er – go for a ride on the bike? It can be as freeing as flying.”

“I’d love that.”

***

Sirius could admit that he’d been surprised, but happy to spend the day riding around the countryside with his kid. It was simple. Just him and his kid.

Since he knew that he was a target (as proven by the DOM incident), Sirius hadn’t gone riding since Harry had left for Hogwarts, so being on the bike with his kid had completely washed his worries away about the war and if they were going to make it through – especially his kid.

Harry’s a big target, and the center of the war, so Sirius had spent every single day worrying about him, except today.

As they lay on the top of the hill that Sirius had charmed to protect them, watching the leaves fall and telling fun stories about the motorbike and Sirius’ various adventures on it. Harry had expressed interest in learning to ride the bike over the summer, and so, they’d spent part of the afternoon with Harry at the front.

Unfortunately, as the sun sets, Sirius realizes that their break from reality is over as it’s time for Harry to get back to school, so Sirius says, “Ready to go back?”

“Not at all,” Harry groans.

“It doesn’t sound that bad when we talk or write. Surely, this year it’s better – last year was a nightmare,” Sirius offers.

Harry shrugs, “I guess compared to previous years, it’s not that bad. It’s just the girls have gone completely bonkers. I told you about quidditch tryouts, remember?”

“Hmm-mm,” Sirius hums, trying not to laugh. He had not been as successful when they discussed it on the mirrors after the tryouts.

“It’s not funny! Last year they treated me like I was completely bonkers, and this year, there’s this weird adoration that completely squicks me out.”

“Just be careful with anything you eat or drink and remember, they’ll find someone new to fancy sooner or later.”

“I could only hope.”

Sirius laughs, “Don’t worry too much, kid.”

“It’s hard not to with the war and everything,” Harry admits.

“I know, but at least today was nice. A little holiday from the worries, just you and me riding along the coastline,” Sirius smiles. “Perfect way to take a break for my birthday.”

Harry smiles, “I’m glad that you’re happy about it – I was honestly a little worried you’d be mad that I left the safety of Hogwarts.”

“I can’t be mad when you did it for me,” Sirius laughs. “Although I’m sure I’ll hear about it later. Hence why we need to head back.”

Harry nods, “I know. I’m sure someone’s already at Headquarters ready to ream us out.”

“Still, it was worth it, right?”

“Always.”

#Sirius Black #Harry James Potter #Sirius and Harry Saturday #Sirius and Harry Bonding #Sirius & Harry #Sirius and Harry #Sirius' birthday #AU 6th Year #Harry Potter #Harry J Potter

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nitw chrysijacks au!!! tell me more abt it im so invested i love nitw!! do they get to be animals too...if they were animals what would they be!!!

AAAAH, okay okay, so it’s still a work in progress bc i haven’t decided if i want to have chrysi be in mae’s position but with elements of bea, or if i want jacks to be in mae’s position and have chrysi be mostly bea with just a hint of cole (bc i think chrysi would’ve absolutely left town for a bit), but as of writing this.. i’m erring towards chrysi as mae, since she defs can perceive things that most ppl can’t, plus she’s charismatic and generally a mess.

i was thinking chrysi shows up a couple days before her bday & you know. dismembered arm is found as usual. YES, chrysi’s thrilled abt this!!! VERY important to know!!! honestly, it’s a relief for her to find that arm, bc the vibes in that diner were in SHAMBLES. she was rlly trying to avoid eye contact w jacks and jacks was staring her down w his laser eyes. put those things AWAY, it’s literally four in the afternoon…

the party scene happens on chrysi’s bday itself, and guess who FUCKING FORGOT IT WAS HER BDAY. when the rest of their friends arrive at the party later (bc unfortunately, chrysi had to drive jacks out. she’s going to scream. that’s the worst, most awkward car ride over ever) & wish her happy bday, jacks is like “😦 oh………. happy birthday……….” <- has been in the same space as her for the past two hours. like. damn.

JACKS is the one that gets drunk (saw an ex, to which chrysi says, “you can’t run away from the town’s population”, since jacks is a serial dater), so chrysi takes him home and it’s the worstttt. she should’ve stayed at college. ((actually, jacks asks why she came home.. he’s rlly glad but he’s worried for her. unfortunately for him, he does NOT phrase it like that and chrysi gets even angrier w him))

they start repairing their relationship right around the same time chrysi starts seeing cult members / having fucked up dreams. so mostly, jacks comments on how exhausted and ill she looks. you really know how to compliment a girl, don’t you??

on one of their outings, chrysi finds out that jacks hasn’t rlly dated anyone in a while (omg.. theyre both single at the same time again.. which hasn’t occurred since jacks ruined their makeout session in senior year of high school!!!! wrow!!!!!) but anyway. still have to unpack allllllll the drama of high school before it goes anywhere.

their halloween celebration is fun.. i think that jacks would jst tag along w chrysi…. she’d win at the water balloon toss & they’d both laugh at their fortunes being read & jacks suspiciously goes missing when chrysi’s asked to cover for the witch play the town’s putting on. i jst think they need to reminisce abt halloween celebrations past… they neeeeeeed to kiss abt this, but they will NOT!!! never ever!!!!

jacks is the first to agree to research ghosts w chrysi <333 ughhh, he wants her so bad. does he believe in ghosts?? well.

THE SCENE IN THE WOODS, WHEN SHE GETS SHOT AT??? JACKS HAS TO BE PHYSICALLY DRAGGED AWAY SO HE DOESN’T ALSO GET SHOT AT. he’s sick with worry the whole time chrysi’s in the hospital. who cares abt the cult member keeping an eye on the appt??? he only cares abt how chrysi’s holding up…

he is dragging chrysi into the appt & picking her up bridal style when she shows up!!! he is putting her on the couch and tucking her in and curling up beside her!!!! they actually have a heart to heart there + chrysi begins to forgive him… before she “falls asleep” against him and jacks falls asleep too.. then chrysi gets up and goes to the woods w/o telling anyone.

jokes on her, bc jacks wakes up within ten minutes of her leaving bc he misses the feeling of her curled up against him. can NOT stop his obsessive crush and hyper-awareness of her. it’s been on overdrive since, like, ninth grade.

he’s the one to yell at her when they show up in the woods. OMG, JACKS ALSO HAS A CROSSBOW!!!! he fucking sucks at shooting at the guy tbh, he’s jst glad he managed to hit him.. then he hands off the crossbow to hold chrysi the whole way into the mines.

i haven’t rlly decided what i wanted to do here, bc i kinda want to deviate & play w story stuff regarding castor’s death.. kinda want it to be the valors that are part of the cult + they’re trying to bring castor back… but i also kinda want to up the level of danger throughout this whole time, so maybe castor’s already been revived as a vampire, but he’s like… super fucked up and ghoulish and nothing like the castor they knew… what if the mines were castor’s living quarters & they were jst trying to protect him?? plus this could mean that jacks can finally choose chrysi over castor !!!!!!! ,,,,mmm, yeah, i’m going to do that.

anyway. chrysi does NOT feel bad abt caving in the mines behind them!!!!!!! bye bye, valors!!! die then!!!!! jacks is a little more like, well, that was maybe not the best course of action? WHO CARES MAN!!!!!!

chrysi defs passed out bc visions or w/e but it’s FINE!!!!

the story would end w chrysi wishing jacks happy bday (fucked up two and a half weeks there, huh?) + jacks giving chrysi her bday present, bc he felt like an asshole that he a) forgot it was chrysi’s bday, and b) got blackout drunk on it… then they kiss abt it <333 and now they’re a couple!!!!

i wasn’t rlly thinking they’d be OFFICIALLY animals, but i think they’d both have a cat / fox motif…. lots of shirts + trinkets to call to mind those animals for them!!!!!!!!!!!! they should kiss…

#.asks #s.chrysijacks #au.nitw #m.moon🎀#for me talking abt this nonstop i haven’t rlly figured out plot stuff…#it’s not exactly a 1:1 au but it’s also not jst loosely inspired #but i jst like thinking abt the horrible awful awkward vibes of chrysijacks doing normal things while ignoring the elephant in the room #like… they still have feelings for each other but they hurt each other and they are NOT going to talk abt it.#yes they’ll get milkshakes together though. and go to parties.

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Umineko EP3. Replay Part 1

This scene seems like a vague retelling of Kuwadorian Beatrice's life - I say vague because the details seem a little off? Kinzo would almost certainly not care if Beatrice broke a vase. Honestly, she could probably burn down the mansion and he would laugh it off, so I think it's a retelling colored by either Beatrice/Yasu's or Tohya's perspective of Kinzo.

Of course, it goes without saying that what happened in this case was Kumasawa agreeing with K Beatrice to pretend a cat broke the vase instead. And also you are being shown what magic IS - multiple people agreeing to a single story.

It's kind of funny to think about how Kumasawa being a 'minor' character who thinks all of this is a bit game she's a huge part of why Yasu developed her magical thinking in the first place.

It's kind of interesting to think about how all the adults (er uh, except maybe Rosa, she generally treats Maria worse when there is no one to see.) are at their worst during the conferences we see in the game... it makes sense, it's a place for all their childhood traumas flare up.

I think it's kind of interesting how Eva in this scene seems to genuinely believe misogyny is bad and should be fought against - as opposed to older Eva who is happy to throw endless misogyny towards Natsuhi and even Jessica... I think she had to suppress a lot of her beliefs and adopt more regressive ones when she realized she would never personally be head and the only way she could ever even remotely fulfill her dreams was by weaponizing that same misogyny against Jessica with George.

For how much the narration and meta-kinzo (possibly real Kinzo? I don't know) talked about how his family are vultures for wanting his inheritance it's not like Kinzo himself treated his children as anything more than money-making machines - he got what he put into the relationship.

Genji is a horrible enabler even if he's being 'kind' about it.

This line is really interesting to me here, how he defends Eva by lying for her. I think it helps show that the problem isn't that Krauss is just Too Evil and ruined Eva's life - He was dealing with an abusive father and an awful environment too.

The purpose of a lot of ch3 is to ease you into the Umineko mystery and feed you a lot of answers - such as literally seeing the birth of a witch.

This is pretty heartbreaking to read to me, it happens a lot in real life.... someone trying to be the perfect woman, the perfect gay person, etc. In order to try and win the approval of people that will never accept you... and the crushing realization that it will never work and that they consider your very existence disgusting.

What other character is constantly showing up in order to say the mean things that another character just can't bring herself to say?

It's no wonder that Lamda was the one who acknowledged EVA-Beatrice. Her personal belief system is already pretty close to Lambda's.

Ah well, I guess Eva is more or less repeating what I said earlier about throwing away her beliefs with George, haha.

She's more self-aware about how she's just harming Jessica like she was harmed than I realized, it's kind of funny though how Jessica seems to have this vitriol go over her head mostly. I wouldn't be surprised if Jessica considers it at least somewhat and then decides that nah, she must be overthinking what Eva meant.

Again he's such an enabler.... in the same way love can be used to look past someone's flaws and help you understand them love can also make you ignore flaws and prevent growth.

Eva and George's relationship can't begin to heal until Eva grapples with what she's doing with her life. I can't really tolerate what Hideyoshi is doing here...

Interesting to see how the episode that is trying to humanize Eva is also the one that paints her as a murderer, probably should also get you thinking to do that with Beatrice as well!

Hahaha.... poor Yasu. She's even trying to get him to remember directly here and still nothing... and to be honest considering this is written by Tohya I am pretty sure this is very accurate to reality.

It must be really painful for Yasu to hear this is something Battler wants to forget...

Sigh.... Battler... he's being really dismissive of Yasu's feelings here without knowing - but I guess you can say it's an improvement of episode 1 and 2 where he seemed to barely remember Shannon?

I think he's playing up his Persona a bit here but still, seems he learned a lot of bad habits from Rudolf until Yasu was a kind of wake up call, at least in the meta.

The games laying it really thick, huh.

They are dropping the "heart" stuff here too, this scene is really laying the foundation for Answers Arc!

The way they drop Higurashi concepts here is pretty cruel, making you think they will start fixing all their issues in future loops and find the perfect fragment... but Umineko is just not that kind of work.

Think this is the first time Beatrice herself starts calling Maria an apprentice too!

You are one of the first victims here!

The fact Ronove, Yasu's character stand-in for Genji, has one of his traits be "gay" is really funny ngl... guess she knew Genji was in love with Kinzo.

Beatrice is obviously talking about Yasu's childhood here, a pretty big hint these are imaginary friends to someone! And when you whittle down who has been on the island for a long time and would be lonely, well, there's not a lot of people to consider, are there?

I think this is also a pretty obvious stand-in for Beatrice as the author and Battler as the reader - we have accepted that the story has more to it than the 100% classic mystery we saw in EP1, and so characters like these aren't out of place anymore.

Eva knows Kinzo is dead but she isn't going to let an opportunity to become Head go. Also Jesus Christ, Eva. Eva's clearly leading the discussion here and the narrative/Eva is framing Rosa as dumb and slow for not realizing this is her chance at headship... pretty sure she's aware but she isn't happy about the possibility of any of her siblings taking 100% of the inheritance.

#umineko #umiepisode3

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