#+ i know none of my classmates (i know 1 person who was my classmate in 1st and 2nd grade) and they're already in cliques. oh and they're

[schizopositivity]

I go to work, no one knows I'm schizophrenic.

I make prosthetic feet, none of the costumers know the person who made their prosthetic is schizophrenic.

I go to the grocery store, none of the fellow shoppers or cashiers know I'm schizophrenic.

I take the bus, no one knows I'm schizophrenic.

I go to concerts, no one knows I'm schizophrenic.

I sing karaoke at bars, no one knows I'm schizophrenic.

I pass my neighbors in the stairway, no one knows I'm schizophrenic.

I walk in the park, none of the owners of the dogs I pet know I'm schizophrenic.

Sure, these people may notice that I seem anxious, odd, maybe spaced out at times, but they don't know I'm schizophrenic.

So you don't know that if the strangers around you are schizophrenic either. We are ~0.3-1% of the population. We are everywhere. We are your coworkers, your classmates, your neighbors, the people at the grocery store or on the bus, the people singing at the bars and concerts, the people in your friend group or family. We are part of your community, part of society, part of your life. You wouldn't know unless we told you, and we often don't because of the unfair stigma against us.

Just please consider that we may be close by the next time you choose to make fun of us, or demonize us, or erase us.

And yes, we are also the people speaking to someone that isn't there on the side of the road, or living in a long term psychiatric facility, or locked up in prison, but we are all still part of your community, part of society and part of your life and deserve the same respect that any other human deserves.

Just because you don't care about us, doesn't mean we aren't there.

[halfpsychic]

Saint John (John Carter x gn!reader)

Summary: A conversation with your best friend during a quiet moment in the break room. Set during Season 1.

WC: 0.7k

“You know, Saint John is the patron of friendship and love,” your voice rings out in the quiet break room. Carter’s head turns to you next to him on the couch. He’s flipping through a magazine, just glancing at the pictures. It’s been a quiet night so far. Neither of you are tired enough to sleep yet, even though you know you should try.

“It’s a pretty common name,” he smiles. “I don’t think I was named after a Saint.”

“You don’t have to be,” you respond, tilting your head. “But it’s still fitting, don’t you think?”

Something in his chest aches. Love. He does love you. He tells you this sometimes, but when he does, he only ever means it as friends. He’s thankful the room is dim, and he hopes it’s dark enough that you can’t see the blush on his cheeks.

“I suppose.”

You grin up at him. “Come on, you’re my best friend, I think it’s really fitting. I never really had a best friend before you.”

There it is again. That sweet ache in his chest for you. He knows he’s your best friend and you’re his, but hearing you say it out loud again, and hearing you mention love in relation to him, makes his heart skip a beat. A few beats, really. Despite being settled in your close friendship, he never quite thought about himself as someone associated with friendship and love. He had friends, classmates he’d talk to, and a date here and there, but none of it ever stuck. Not like you did. Stuck by his side every day and on his mind every night.

“Are you an expert on saints or something?” Carter asks. He lets the magazine in his hands drop onto the table in front of him and he leans back against the couch.

“No,” you smile. “I just went to Catholic school.”

He lets out a laugh. “Right. What else did they teach you about this Saint John?”

“Well, he’s also the patron saint of authors, and burn and poison victims. So I think I’m pretty safe with you.”

“You don’t need a saint to protect you,” he says. “You have me.”

“I know,” you smile. “I’m very glad to have you. If I ever get burned or poisoned, you’ll be there, right?”

He nods. “Of course. I’ll always be there.”

The sincerity in his voice is striking. It scares you. Despite how often he casually mentions his care for you, it never quite sinks in. You still think every little bump in the road is going to send him running.

“Maybe I should write a book,” you joke to soften the mood again. “Or we could co-author one together.”

“Yeah? About what?”

“Doctor stuff,” you smile. “What not to do in med school.”

Definitely don’t fall in love with your best friend. Even if they study with you all the time, and help you memorize pesky details for exams, and remind you to get some sleep when it’s past midnight and you’re still at the library with all of your textbooks in front of you. Even if they pay for lunch and spend the night more than they should. Even if they’re the only person who understands you.

“We know plenty about that,” Carter laughs.

“Exactly. Easy money. Not that you need any.”

Carter rolls his eyes and shoves you. “Trying to swindle me out of my hard earned money?”

“Maybe,” you smile, straightening up. “Would you let me?”

In a heartbeat, he thinks.

“No,” he answers, trying not to let his true feelings show. Carter bites back a smile and ignores the way his stomach churns. “I want my fair share.”

“Sixty-forty?” You propose with a playful smile gracing your features.

“I get sixty percent?” He teases. “You’re so kind.”

You shove him back. “No, genius, you get forty percent.”

His hair falls in his eyes as he sways to the side. Before he can respond, Benton props the door open with his hand, leaning his head in. “Come on, you two, MVA incoming and we’re getting at least three major traumas. Let’s go.”

Carter shoots you one last smile as he stands up and rushes to the door, catching it before it fully closes, and holds it open for you. You don’t miss how pink his cheeks are in the light that spills in from the hallway. He’s going to be the death of you.

masterlist ko-fi

a/n: a short moment between friends who both wish they were more. i <3 friends to lovers so most of my ideas are based on that. already posted on ao3! my inbox is open!!

[mysticalserenity-tarot]

🧸♡ what they like about you♡🧸 (Pick a pile)

{How to pick a pile? First, take a deep breath with your eyes closed to clear your mind. When you open your eyes, don't hesitate – pick the image that immediately grabs your attention or stirs up a memory. Remember, you can pick more than one pile if you feel called to. If none of the images stand out for you, it means there's no message for you at this time. You can always come back to it later.}

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Pile 1, Pile 2, Pile 3 (from left to right)

Hello, and a huge thank you to everyone for your incredible support! I'm so glad that my first Pac has been so well-received.

In this collective pick a pile reading, we'll delve into what your specific person likes and appreciates about you. You can consider this the continuation of my first Pac, if you prefer. Let's see where your energy takes us.

Disclaimer: This is a collective reading I picked up on multiple energies, so please only take what resonates and leave the rest. When something resonates you usually feel a light energy and in your heart you can feel it's your message, and the pic that attracts you is a clearly sign.

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🧸PILE 1🧸

2 of Pentacles, the Hierophant, Page of Swords. (top: 4 of Pentacles)

Hi Pile 1, and welcome to your reading. Let's dive in!

This is a delightful and quircky energy. As multiple cards representing the number 2 kept coming out. Your person seems to want me to know that they love how you balance your light energy with your dark energy underlining the importance of this aspect in their mind, and they feel a connection because they share similar traits - from you previous reading, I sensed this affinity. This is either my spiritually inclined collective or those who resonate with a sense of inner peace and balance. If you've chosen this pile, bravo! You've made the right choice! [ it's okay if you're new, welcome <3 ]

I sense that many of you are in your prime years, and your person appreciates your vibrant youthful energy. Regardless of your age, they believe you'll fill a void and complete them, like a "missing puzzle piece", as I just heard. Many of you have a deep love for reading and acquiring knowledge, which may or may not be associated with formal education. I sense that you might prefer solitude, perhaps engrossed in your favorite book, while your classmates or colleagues (if in a work setting) are gathered discussing different things. Therefore, your person finds captivating the way you immerse yourself in your activities amidst the 'chaos' surrounding you. Some even observe and admire you from afar, potentially without your awareness. Your person finds you inspiring and loves how you handle problems with patience and diplomacy, without letting anger and stress take over. They also appreciate your thirst for knowledge and how you're curious about diverse topics. Your person values how secure you are in yourself and how you stand by your values and beliefs.

Overall, they are drawn to your mysterious yet serene, and intellectual nature, making you almost like an enigma to them. 🧙‍♂️✨

Thank you for allowing me to read your energy, Pile 1.

Note: -If you enjoyed this and my other readings, and you'd like to support me further, you can do so on my ko-fi, I'd greatly appreciate it. It's not mandatory.

-For further guidance or a personalized reading, feel free to book a reading through my Tumblr DM or email [dvinecrystl@gmail.com]. I'm here to help you navigate life's challenges and find clarity. We can decide the price together.

🧸PILE 2🧸

The Star, 9 of Swords, the Tower. (top: Ace of Swords)

Hi Pile 2, and welcome to your reading. Let's dive in!

Ah, Pile 2, based on the energy of the cards, your person has clear ideas about what they appreciate about you.

You possess strong manifesting skills and when you are certain about what you desire, you make it happen, I'm hearing the song "I Want It, I Got It" by Ariana Grande in my mind. For you, I have two cards confirming your innate manifesting power. You may have powerful water placements or inner planetary influences in your water houses (if you're not into astrology and don't know what i'm talking about, please feel free to ask). Some strong air energy is also sensed, whether it pertains to you or your person - one of you has great communication skills even. Your person finds it remarkable that you can create positive outcomes in adverse situations, emerging even stronger after initial doubts or negative emotions. This is not only temporary but a trait your person admires in you.

The energy here feels mature, likely older regardless of your age (old souls, perhaps?), indicating that some of you actually laugh in the face of adversity due to an innate ability to rise above struggles. Your determination draws your person's admiration; they struggle while you have clear goals and pursue them despite what others may think. You may receive sudden insights or instincts, unaware of their source, which are hints from the divine. Your person loves your strong will and determination, which they lack and need. This is one of the reasons they're attracted to you. I'm also sensing some popular individuals here, possibly on social media. Your determination, strength, and success have garnered success, with many followers and admirers, including your person. However, for those not yet successful, if you stick to your path and mindset, you'll reach your goals. Best of luck, my dears! 🍀🧿

Thank you for allowing me to read your energy, Pile 2.

Note: -If you enjoyed this and my other readings, and you'd like to support me further, you can do so on my ko-fi, I'd greatly appreciate it. It's not mandatory.

-For further guidance or a personalized reading, feel free to book a reading through my Tumblr DM or email [dvinecrystl@gmail.com]. I'm here to help you navigate life's challenges and find clarity. We can decide the price together.

🧸PILE 3🧸

Queen of Wands, The Sun, the Lovers. (top: Knight of Cups)

Hi Pile 3, and welcome to your reading. Let's dive in!

Wow, your cards are amazing, Pile 3! This person is head over heels in love with you, and the question is, what do they like about you? As I look at the cards as a whole, I'm feeling an intense passion surrounding you. They're burning with desire for you - sparks or flames, especially the color red may be significant (and for some a sign that is your pile!. Some of you may have worked or are working on your Root Chakra, which fuels this intense passion. I'm not supposed to do a spicy reading here but I'm feeling really hot lol. It's important to not a strong presence of two Major Arcana cards in a positive and powerful sequence, underlining this passionate hidden desire. Your person admires your overall positivity and passion for life, or specific interests. You may be a hopeless romantic, and they find this endearing. They perceive you as a powerful and passionate leader who remains unfazed by gossip about them and actually enjoys the attention.

It's intriguing that the Knight of Cups appeared on top of the deck in my previous pick up pile and has come up again here. You and your person may both be dreamy and romantic souls. In summary, your person appreciates your positivity, harmony, and artistic nature. You might be a creative individual, perhaps making unique art or being an enthusiast of it. They are fascinated by you and have vivid fantasies, like going to an art museum together.

I'm seeing blue stars on a blue neon ceiling in a potential art museum setting, which could be significant for some of you - and also the color blue. Now, very specific, maybe someone here has created a drawing or work with stars or blue stars on a blue background and shared it with their person and they're reminding me of it, or you or them work in a planetary museum? Take it how it resonates. Anyway, how cute! 💙

Thank you for allowing me to read your energy, Pile 3.

Note: -If you enjoyed this and my other readings, and you'd like to support me further, you can do so on my ko-fi, I'd greatly appreciate it. It's not mandatory.

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Please note that I used AI language bot to help improve grammar and spelling in my readings, as English is not my first language. However, the interpretations and insights provided in my readings are all my work, based on my intuition and the cards' symbolism.

Disclaimer: Tarot readings are for entertainment purposes only and are not meant to predict or dictate your future. The cards provide insights and guidance, but the ultimate power of choice lies with you.

[ninimagearchive]

ABOUT TRENT - Off an old website; 2005?

Full Name: Michael Trent Reznor Jr. Nickname: Stimpy Birthday: 17.5.65 at 7:30 Hometown: Mercer, Pennsylvania

Father: Mike Reznor – Commercial Artist, Interior Designer, Amateur Bluegrass Musician Mother: Nancy Clark One Sister: Tera, born in 1971. Lived with mother after divorce

Childhood Allergies: Cats, dust, grass and ragweed Enjoyed as Child: Fishing, skateboarding, building model airplanes and music Address: New Orleans, Louisiana, USA Height: About 5'7" Eyes: Hazel Hair: Dark brown, dyed jet black every 6 weeks Status: Single

Previous Bands: Option Thirty, The Urge, The Innocent, Slam Bam Boo, Lucky Pierre (with Kevin McMahon of Prick), and Exotic Birds (with Chris Vrenna) Pets: Cat "Fuckchop", dog "Daisy May" Religion: Brought up Protestant Favorite Color: Green Favorite Candy: Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, creamy High School: Graduated from Mercer High in 1983 College: 1 year at Allegheny College Majors: Computer Engineering and Music Instruments: Keyboard / Piano, Guitar, Saxophone, and Trumpet Tattoos: None ("I don't like shit on me") Piercing: Ears and, for about a year and a half, septum Smoke: N/A (his father gave him his first joint) Drink: Yes Drugs: Coke... maybe more Sexual Preference: Who knows... does it really matter? Present Car: $100,000 silver Porsche (his "fun-car") Best Kiss: "From my dog" Trent’s first kiss was when he was ten, and he lost his virginity when he was fifteen.

Childhood:

Michael Trent Reznor's parents both grew up in the same small Pennsylvania town, Mercer, where he would spend his childhood. They got married when they were still teenagers because they had to.

His father was named Michael, so they always called their son Trent. Michael Sr. was a commercial artist; his wife was a homemaker. But they were too young for all of this.

Trent's parents divorced in the early 1970s. When Trent was five, after his sister Tera was born, his father had a talk with him. "I'm leaving." "When are you coming back?" "I'm not coming back."

Trent just didn't understand what that meant. All he could think about was their Saturday trips down to the drugstore, where they'd sit at the soda fountain. A cherry Coke for Trent, a chocolate Coke for Dad. Afterward, though his parents were nearby, he lived with his grandparents, who raised him, and Tera stayed with her mother.

As a child, Trent was in the Boy Scouts, skateboarded, built model planes, and played the piano (according to his grandfather). Trent's piano teacher (Rita Beglin) compared Trent's piano playing to Harry Connick Jr.

In high school, Trent was clean-cut, handsome and popular. He played the tenor sax and keyboards in his high school jazz and marching bands, and he appeared in a couple of musicals: Jesus Christ Superstar and The Music Man. He was Judas and the Music Man. He was also voted best in drama by classmates and performed in local rock bands.

Interview with Trent About Sex:

Q: Tell me five words you associate with sex. Trent: (very long pause) The first things that pop into my head would be: taste, sweat, lick, come, bite.

Q: In your songs, sex always seems very carnal and violent. And watching your videos, one might guess that you have a personal interest in masochism. Trent: I do, to a degree. I'm not a hardcore practitioner.

Q: So do you like pain during sex? Trent: Sometimes. Just the psychology behind it. I'm somewhat uncomfortable talking about this too much...

Q: Have you ever kissed a man? Trent: Yes, I've kissed a man.

Q: In the fullest sense? Trent: Almost. A veil of drunkenness. It was kind of a mutual thing. It was weird. It was half joking around. It was bristly. And later—in the old Nine Inch Nails—if we wanted to get rid of people, the guitarist and I would start making out. It was a trick. I mean, I really love women. I don't dislike men, and there are many times I've thought about it. You get into certain scenes, and I realize I should experiment down that path, and I just haven't done it yet. I've been in situations where there are men involved, but not directly interacting.

Q: So are there a lot of orgies around the Reznor household? Trent: No, no, it's not a common situation. When I'm in a relationship, that overpowers the desire to... these usually arise from casual situations, usually intoxicated situations. You wake up and think, "Okay, we just stepped through another portal..." (pause) I think about giving head, though. I don't know why I'm saying this, but I think about that. I'd be good at giving head, because I know what... (laughs)... I mean, no one knows how to jack yourself off better than yourself, you know?

Q: Which kiss will you remember forever? Trent: (extremely long pause) I don't know.

Q: Are no kisses coming to mind, or various kisses? Trent: A variety of ones that are pretty high up there. It's the combination of the right environment and the right set of lips.

Q: So it's a ranking problem rather than a memory problem? Trent: Yeah. (a lengthy pause) From my dog, Maise, licking me in the mouth, after I had passed out drinking. I was sleeping with my mouth open and Maise never does that normally. (he nearly always speaks of her in the present tense)

Q: Did you kiss back? Trent: A little kiss back. I prefer to kiss her on the side of the mouth rather than getting right in. It's kind of incestuous, you understand, because she's part of the family.

Q: What should a woman never do on a date with you? Trent: It's all good. (pause) But usually fart lighting is not one of my favorites.

[pretty-circa006]

Unhealthy Attachments pt.1

Coach! Negan x Student! F! Reader

summary Negan, your gym coach, takes pity on you after seeing the way your peers treat you. tags mentions of bullying/ mild bullying, second person pov (sorry lol this is old pls forgive me) note this is an old WIP that i'm choosing to post because i haven't had time to write anything new (I WILL EVENTUALLY, I PROMISE, BUT COLLEGE IS DRAINING MY FREE TIME). this is part one of a multi-part series, maybe it'll even evolve into a longfic, who knows. btw you guys will have to pry coach negan x student reader fics from my cold dead hands bc i loooove writing these.

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You stood lined up with the other students in your PE class, waiting to be chosen by the team captains for this class' soccer game. It didn't even phase you how every other student was picked before you, leaving you the last one standing until one unlucky captain had to pick you. That's just how things went, you were always the odd one out. Even now, everyone wore the usual school issued PE uniform of a t-shirt and shorts, while you had on the sweater and sweatpants version- in ninety degree weather. You were just honoring your father's, the town's local pastor, principles of modesty. Being the pastor's daughter felt isolating. Nobody invited you to things or wanted to be friends with you for fear that the indecencies of their typical teenage behavior would get back to their parents by way of the pastor; and of course he'd get that information from none other than you, his daughter. You never would, though. In middle school, you learned the hard way to not be such a narc, but by then it was too late and nobody trusted you or even wanted to be near you. 

 "Over here!" you shouted to your teammates, wanting them to pass you the ball. You had a perfect shot to the other team's goal. Like always, they ignored you, but it didn't matter because they scored anyway. You didn't give up on trying to be a team player, though. The gym coach, Negan, was watching the game closely and you wanted him to see that you cared and tried to put effort into his class. Maybe it was because he was the only person who ever paid you any attention, but the fear of letting the handsome man down weighed heavily on you. 

"Guys, I'm open!" you yelled. Your desperation to be a part of things was becoming so pathetic that Negan had to direct his focus elsewhere. Maybe it was by mistake, but the ball came rolling your way. Hope blossomed within you. It sounded silly, but you hoped that even something as little as you scoring a goal would make your class like you again. You kicked the ball, sending it flying to the opposing team's goal. It would have made it in if someone didn't intercept- someone from your own team, you notice- and kick it directly at you. You didn't have time to dodge it because it had already smacked you square in the face, knocking you over. You clutched your nose as you writhed on the floor in pain, salt being rubbed even further into your wound by the snickers of your classmates. 

 Negan blew his whistle and called a foul. He profanely scolded the students about their bad sportsmanship and lectured  them on treating their teammates fairly. He helped you up off the floor and led you to his office with an arm wrapped around your shoulder. You sat in one of the chairs with your nose plugged up with tissues per Negan's orders after it started bleeding. It didn't seem broken, so he didn't deem your injury bad enough to send you to the nurse. 

"You can go back now," he told you once fresh blood stopped flowing from your nose between tissue changes. 

"Do I have to?" you asked with teary eyes. You were tired of all the bullying and just ready to graduate already. Your senior year was almost over and you were legally an adult, so why did you still have to put up with everyone else's childish behavior.

"You're all healed up. Don't see why you needa be in here any longer." It was obvious that he wanted you out of his office, probably feeling the same way your classmates felt about you. It shouldn't have surprised you, yet it stabbed you in the heart.  Your chin and lips quivered as you blinked back the tears burning in your eyes. 

"C-can I just stay in here?" you cringed at the way your voice cracked. He rolled his eyes and sighed. 

"Just because your sucky ass team is losing doesn't mean you can hide out here and skip class." 

"That's not why!" you pleaded. 

"Then why?" he asked. 

"Everybody hates me!" You couldn't keep it together after finally saying it out loud. You sobbed like a baby, tears streaming down your face and snot dripping from your nose. You were ugly crying but you didn't even care, it wasn't like you had anyone else's respect to lose. Negan got up and closed the door in an attempt to save you some dignity. Your breathing became short and rapid as your bawling made it difficult to take in oxygen. 

"Teenagers are so goddamn hormonal and dramatic. Nobody hates you, kid," he said disinterested. 

"E-even you d-d-do!" you choked out before going back to wailing. He felt bad for you. He saw the way others treated you and it made him feel worse seeing you long for the acceptance of people who rejected you and took pleasure in your pain. But that's high school for you.

"What makes you think I hate you?" he asked, genuinely curious. He didn't hate you, not even close. He just couldn't stand seeing you walking around like a kicked puppy-dog, it was pitiful. You tried to explain your reasoning, but everything that came out of your mouth was an incoherent blubbering, stuttering, and hyperventilating. He pulled you up from the chair and cradled you in his chest, just letting you sob into his sweater. He hushed you and rubbed your back in soothing circles. It was the best he could do, he knew his words sure as hell couldn't offer the comfort he wanted to give you. Your sobbing eventually calmed into small hiccups and occasional sniffles. 

"Why does everyone hate me?" you whispered. He wanted to tell you that they didn't and that's just how high schoolers are, but he didn't want to lie to you. 

"You're almost outta this goddamn shit hole, kid. Jus' keep your head held up high and finish the year off strong." He clapped a strong hand on your shoulder for added reassurance. You gave him a small smile before trudging out of his classroom and to the locker room now that the class was over.

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 Negan comforting you in his office that day made you feel like he was a safe space. He seemed to be the only person who cared, or bothered to do anything about how others treated you, even if it was just the bare minimum, you felt it was better than nothing. 

"Coach," you muttered shyly, standing outside his open office door in the gym. He glanced up at you from whatever work he was doing and immediately sighed. It was a miracle to him that you were oblivious as to why people bullied you. Here you were, dressed so matronly in a long floral skirt that resembled an old woman’s wallpaper and an awful knitted sweater. He knew you were a pastor’s daughter, but did you really need to dress the part. 

“What do you need, kid?” He asked, focusing on his work again. “Can I eat lunch in here?” 

“Why? The bathroom crowded or somethin’?” He joked. When you nodded your head yes, he immediately felt guilty. He motioned with his hand for you to sit in one of the chairs before his desk. You happily took a seat before offering him half of your sandwich. 

“It’s turkey,” you said when he looked at you strangely. He accepted the half and ate it while he worked and you sat in silence enjoying the change of scenery. 

“You don’t actually eat lunch in the bathroom, do you?” He asked. 

“There’s nowhere else for me to sit,” you admitted shamefully. 

“That is  fuckin’ disgusting!” You shrugged your shoulders and went back to your sandwich, embarrassed to let Negan see how pathetic your life really was. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. 

“Look, if you have nowhere else to sit, you can eat lunch in here.” You visibly perked up, a your face splitting into a joyous smile. 

“Really?” 

“Don’t make me fuckin’ regret it.”

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[linxnnalyn]

hihi i absolutely adore ur blog soso much !! as someone whos also sapphic and into pjsk, trying to find people who writes for pjsk girls are so rare >_< continuing on, may i req shiho hinomori with a gf whos polar opposite from her ? like having a cute and feminine fashion style, friendly and flirty personality, etc ^^ thank youu for considering my request !!

🍜 anon <3

Shiho with a polar opposite! gf! reader

࣪𖤐.ᐟ note -> Pjsk is yuri and girlkisser heaven. Also thank you for the compliment about my blog <3

࣪𖤐.ᐟ warnings -> none.

࣪𖤐.ᐟ content includes -> fluff, flirty and feminine! reader, you're her biggest supporter, people don't understand how the two of you got together.

۫ ꣑ৎ No one understands how Shiho was able to pull you, hell Shiho doesn’t know how she was able to pull you, the most gorgeous and beautiful girl she has ever laid her eyes on. She always feels awkward from the stares the two of you get when you are together and holding hands because of how polar opposite the two of you are.

۫ ꣑ৎ The two of you couldn’t be more different. Shiho is introverted, aloof and dislikes interacting with others, she is cold and blunt, but not unkind though her classmates think otherwise, Shiho also prefers dressing more masculine. But you? You’re kind, sweet, friendly, flirty, and very feminine.

۫ ꣑ৎ Shiho doesn’t mind the difference between your styles and personalities. She finds the way you dress cute and thinks it fits your personality very well. Shiho might not personally like wearing cute and feminine things but that doesn’t mean she hates it, it just isn’t for her.

۫ ꣑ৎ She wouldn’t show it nor admit it but Shiho gets super flustered by your flirty comments. She would often hide her face or look away so you wouldn’t see her red face but it is very obvious and you personally think that Shiho looks super cute when she’s flustered, so you tease her even more!

۫ ꣑ৎ Shiho likes that you don’t try to force your style on her. While you do make her wear some cute accessories to match with you you also wear accessories that she likes, mixing your styles a bit. Shiho would also be your model for trying new makeup, she doesn’t mind it too much especially when you’re trying on new lipstick and kissing her to see how it looks.

۫ ꣑ৎ She likes the fact that you’re a lot more extroverted and friendlier than her because that means whenever the two of you are out together Shiho doesn’t have to talk at all! An advantage of having a polar opposite girlfriend!

۫ ꣑ৎ You go to every single one of Leo/Needs shows and Shiho loves how easy it is to notice you in the crowd. Her eyes are practically glued to you as she plays. You being there makes Shiho want to play even better for you, and it helps that you are practically screaming her name all excited, you’re her #1 fan.

۫ ꣑ৎ You’re the type to constantly post cute couple photos on social media, writing long and affectionate captions, while Shiho barely posts at all. But what you don’t know is that she saves every single picture you post of the two of you, and sometimes scrolls through them late at night when she misses you.

۫ ꣑ৎ Whenever you surprise her by showing up with her favorite snacks or drinks, Shiho acts indifferent and mutters a soft “thanks,” but internally she’s melting. She never says it out loud, but it makes her day every time—especially when you gently fix her bangs or kiss her cheek while handing it to her.

۫ ꣑ৎ You’re known for being expressive and affectionate, so it’s no surprise that you often cling to Shiho’s arm or rest your head on her shoulder in public. At first, Shiho would freeze up and quietly panic, but over time, she’s grown to silently lean into your touch, a faint blush on her face while pretending not to enjoy it as much as she does.

[toge1kiss]

That Girl In Front Of Me! V2

📢 | What its like having the second years sitting behind you and how you became their friend!

Heavily based from a tiktok video by @erikadayshawn!

Jjk second years x Fem!Reader ( can be seen platonic or romantic ) Reader is heavily implied quiet & very feminine!

˚·˚ Panda ｡˚

🎧 | Ahaaa, he'd give the most weirdest first impression out of you. Simply just his appearance says it all.

🎧 | Once you found out he can actually speak the human language, everything seemed possible now. It was so bizarre.

🎧 | When you were instructed to sit in front of him, you were very awkward since you didn't know what to do or say.

🎧 | One time in class, you can literally hear his chair and his table scraping against the wooden floors, you can tell it was inching to you.

🎧 | "Hey, hey, sorry to bother, but uh.. I sorta smell, y'know, rice krispies in your back and I was wondering if I could have some?" He randomly asked in a not-so subtle manner since the rest of the students were looking at you.

🎧 | "Huh?" You muttered back in total confusion. You blinked twice with a baffled expression because how did he managed to even smell that. "Oh yeah, sure. Just take it quietly.."

🎧 | You then did random movements with your pen then turned back at Gojo who was still teaching.

🎧 | Over all, a very chaotic classmate.

˚·˚ Zenin Maki ｡˚

🎧 | Definition of RBF I fear. Except she actually is pretty irritated

🎧 | You guys NEVER spoke as in EVER. It was more on your part since you were too scared to ask. It feels like you'll get beaten up if you even look at her

🎧 | But there was this one time where an unnamed classmate of yours started to bother you mid-lecture, constantly pressuring you to give you your notes even when you said you have NONE ( you in fact do, you just didn't like them )

🎧 | Maki was like watching from the back with an irritated expression and decided to speak up. "Do you wanna talk to them?" "No-" "Then speak up! She doesn't wanna talk to you, stop!" She exclaims while making that shooing hand gesture and scoffed.

🎧 | That interaction really baffled you because 1. that was the first time you spoke and 2. it actually worked..??

🎧 | "Thank y-" "No. Don't even. Stand up for yourself, that's just embarrassing."

🎧 | But after that, you heard from Panda that Maki has been keeping an eye on you for a long time because people wanted to mess with you

🎧 | You both became friends eventually due to Panda and you both would bond by training!!

˚·˚ Okkotsu Yuta ｡˚

🎧 | Not only is he very approachable, but he's very kind as well. Probably one of the first people you've became friends with.

🎧 | The first time you met him and you were instructed to sit in front of him, he literally PULLED the chair out for you with a smile.

🎧 | "Hello! I hope you're doing well." He would greet with a respectful bow and the lecture just started

🎧 | fast forward, a few weeks passed. You both were acquaintances, not close, but definitely improving.

🎧 | One day you didn't have notes, he was quick to offer you his and quickly handed you his notebook.

🎧 | Another day, he gave you a paper flower as a gift. A 'just because' gift with the words: "I thought you'd like it. The whole.. paper flower was my personal preference since they don't die. I hope you like it!"

🎧 | Then after that you'd get random trinkets from Yuta. Safe to safe, he's definitely fond of you.

˚·˚ Inumaki Toge ｡˚

🎧 | It wasn't like he was mean, he honestly just had that mysterious aura that gave you the creeps..

🎧 | The few days you sat in front of him, he never really spoke to you and vice versa. You thought he appreciates his peace so you just don't say anything.

🎧 | One day though you were doodling mindlessly because you were bored out of your mind and you felt a tap on your shoulder. When you looked back, Toge gave you a short wave and pointed at your doodle.

🎧 | "Oh my drawing?" "Tuna." "Oh, you like it..?" "Salmon, salmon."

🎧 | Though you couldn't understand him, his nod and thumbs up makes his message clear. You gave him a soft chuckle of relief when you understood him and thanked him.

🎧 | At break, you were about to leave until Toge handed you something and what do you know, he gave you a doodle of a little kitty with the note "hope we can be friends =)"

🎧 | Eventually, months passed you two became super closed due to your mutual quiet nature.

🎧 | Sometimes on your desk, you were even surprised with makeup products that you always use. When you texted Toge about it you always get a reply of: "Kugisaki said you use it"

🎧 | Confirmed a very sweet boy!!

CONCLUDED!

MASTERLIST

[maxdibert]

okay, yes, snape suffered a lot but he also made his students suffer a lot. do you know what it must have been like for all those kids to be constantly humiliated??? if you like comparing with real life so much, what would you think of a real adult who abuses their power to feel better at the expense of children??? snape fans always come up with all kinds of excuses, but when it comes to the topic of his abuse towards his students, you always stay silent, and that's because it has no forgiveness.

Severus’s role as a dysfunctional adult is honestly pretty amusing to me, especially because while I never experienced bullying from peers or equals, I grew up in an environment full of wildly dysfunctional adults. On top of that, I now work on legal cases involving even more dysfunctional adults. And, to make it even better, while my classmates never gave me grief, attending a private Catholic school in the 2000s meant teacher-on-student violence was pretty much a daily occurrence. Not just at school—I've also had some truly awful professors at university. So, I get firsthand what it’s like to have authority figures who are supposed to guide and protect you but act like an absolute pack of jerks.

Here’s an unpopular opinion: if I compare my personal experiences with dysfunctional adults and terrible teachers, Severus is practically a lamb. I’ve witnessed some insane things. There was a case at my school where a teacher bullied three siblings (in different grades) so badly that their dad came to the school and physically beat the teacher up. And honestly? The guy deserved it. I’ve seen old-school priests handing out slaps. I’ve had a teacher in his late 30s openly flirting with 17-year-old students. I’ve had teachers who didn’t just throw out a sarcastic remark—they flat-out called us “idiots,” “morons,” "dickheads", "assholes", “worthless,” or said things like, “You’re all going to end up mopping floors because you’re useless pieces of crap.” Fun times with Mr. Antonio.

There was one teacher who made students stand up one by one so he could critique their outfits in front of the entire class, piece by piece, like he thought he was Meryl Streep in The Devil Wears Prada. Another handed out nicknames that were humiliating and outright cruel. Or that elementary teacher who also taught catechism and would call up children who were not going to take their First Communion (this happens at 8 or 9 years old) to the front of the class and publicly ask them why they didn’t want to embrace Jesus Christ. She would even ask if they thought their parents didn’t love them because they weren’t letting them do the same as their friends. Or the second-grade teacher who called a boy up to the board because he didn’t know a multiplication table very well and started singing a mocking song in Spanish that goes, “Fulanito tururú, que no sabe ni la u” (basically calling someone slow-witted).

Then there was the fourth-grade teacher (9-10yo) who had a particular grudge against one of my classmates and kept threatening to lock him in places or scaring him by saying he was going to throw him out the window. The English teacher, who, when we were 14 years old, locked us in a classroom, made us skip lunch, and kept us there without eating until 5 PM. The technology teacher, a 50-year-old man with a very hands-on approach towards the girls in first and second year of secondary school (12-13 yo). And I could go on and on.

So yeah, I’ve seen some wild stuff in classrooms, and trust me, you don’t need to explain the trauma bad teachers can cause—I’ve had my share of them. And none of it is going to make me like Severus any less. If anything, the stuff he does in the books feels like 1% of the madness I’ve seen play out in real life.

[cosmic-giraffe]

What’s your take on chapter 4? It fucking destroyed me.

Anon do I have THOUGHTS

So, first and foremost, I had to wake up SUPER early to watch the trial unfold and lose TWO MORE of my fave characters - all before breakfast. So that was an excellent start to my day.

Seriously though, I think Chapter 4's case might be my favourite in Tetro. Chapters 1 and 2 were great, Chapter 3 was exhausting but interesting, but Chapter 4 ticked all the boxes for me.

A compelling mystery? Yup.

An unexpected victim? Uh-huh.

An even more unexpected killer? Indeedy.

ABSOLUTELY GUT-WRENCHING??? Depressingly so.

I've seen a few takes regarding Watari's motivations this chapter, saying that she's "evil" and "selfish" and "pulling a Nagito", without taking into consideration her mental state during this chapter.

Imagine being her. You've been adultified and forced to grow up sooner than you should due to your parents and their need to have more kids despite not being fit caregivers, and are forcing that responsibility onto you, their teenage daughter. You've never really known how to be carefree or how to enjoy life.

Now, you're forced into a terrible situation where your classmates are dying left and right, with no telling of who's next on the chopping block. But amid the turmoil, you find you can talk to these teenagers, sympathise with them, make meaningful friendships with them. You're finally letting loose a bit, as much as you can in this situation.

You even grow especially close with a couple of them, namely Okazaki and Hama.

With Okazaki, Watari saw something in them that none of the others did. While everybody else saw them as a weirdo with no redeeming qualities, Watari saw a spark of something more. She was their only real friend in the killing game, and went everywhere with them.

Now, imagine the hollowing pit of betrayal opening up in Watari's gut during the third trial when Okazaki, her friend, GLEEFULLY confesses to killing not one, but two of their friends. Imagine how absolutely devastating that must be for her, to have somebody she knew and trusted be capable of doing such horrific things for no good reason. She would never be able to trust anybody again.

And to add to that, Okazaki insists that they did it for Watari, that she will understand one day. And then they're gone, just as dead as all the other people thus far.

Leaving the trial, Watari must feel miserable. She doesn't know how to go on, if she should even go on. And why would she? There's not much of a life waiting for her here. She gets to live another day living in fear of who will crack next, who will die next, if it will be her on either end.

And if she gets to escape, what's waiting for her on the outside? Is she expected to go back to her old life of being a third parent to her innumerable siblings? To be treated like a free nanny by her own dysfunctional parents?

Watari has hit rock bottom. She sees no way out. But you know who she does see?

Hama, with his imposing figure and heart of gold. She sees how important he is to the people in his life, his mom and his little sister. She sees how much he treasures them, and is treasured in return. She sees somebody WORTH dying for.

Watari is obviously in a very unhealthy state of mind. Depression does that to you. It makes thoughts of suicidal ideation seem like a pleasant, viable option to her situation. In a game of kill or be killed, why not go out on her own terms while granting safety to the one other person she cares about in this situation?

Not to say that Watari didn't care about any of the other students, she very much did. She loved Mai and Wada and Yanagi, but she certainly treasured her friendship with Hama most of all. He was one of the few people to take her commitment to the school staff charade seriously. He was the only person she ever decided to give a front row seat to her firedancing skills.

Hama looked out for her like the big brother he was, and she saw just how much his sister needed that kind of protective presence in her life.

So that's why Watari decided to give her life to save Hama, at the expense of killing everybody else.

As I said, Watari's mind is a very unstable place. She isn't thinking clearly, but she still carried through with her plan of setting up Hama as her killer in order for him to receive the blackened status.

She couldn't outright ask him to kill her as she knew he cared about her too much to have her blood on his hands. So assisted suicide was the next best thing, even if he was completely unaware of his involvement.

Personally, I was blown away (pun unintended) by just how SIMPLE Watari's plan was. Not a slight against the writing; I was definitely overthinking the whole case leading up to the trial when the reality was that it was as simple as opening a door.

THAT was what floored me, how such an innocuous motion could be used to commit manslaughter. It's insane.

And that brings me back to Okazaki promising Watari that she'd understand one day. Maybe Watari took Okazaki's words to heart. She definitely took a leaf out of their book with the whole "rigging a door trap" deal.

But in the end, Watari and Hama were both victims in this chapter. I don't even consider there to be a true killer. Watari was depressed and took her own life (she laid out all the steps except the ignition of the fire) and Hama was completely unaware of his role in her plan. He's completely innocent as far as I'm concerned.

Two chapters with two victims back to back is crazy, huh?? 😭

Finally, this was one of the saddest cases in Tetro, and was definitely my favourite so far. Chapter 5 has a lot to live up to, but trust me when I say that if it's any more chaotic than C3 or C4, then I might not make it to see Tetro Blue 🤣🤣

[vioartemis]

Friends?

(Wednesday Addams x fem! reader)

Summary: One day, in the library, you catch Wednesday's attention... Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 Warnings: none a/n: expect a part 2, not proof read, it was in my drafts for like 3months now so I can't guaranty it's not awful (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

Wednesday pushed the library’s door and directly walked to the aisle she knew had the books she needed. After 10 minutes spent in said aisle, she let out a frustrated sigh; she couldn’t find the books, which meant someone either borrowed them already -which was unlikely, or the librarian forgot to put them back on the shelves.

Either way, it annoyed her.

Now she had to talk to the librarian to ask if the books were here, and it would probably take longer than necessary.

When she arrived at the desk with a blank expression, the woman was writing something on her computer, not sparing Wednesday a glance.

“I would like to borrow some books.” She said through gritted teeth, causing the librarian to look up

“What books?”

Wednesday put a piece of paper with the references of the books on the desk as an answer.

“Botanical curses & poisons, and The supernatural” the woman read out loud “You’re lucky, they’ve just got returned”

Wednesday raised an eyebrow. Even if she did think it could’ve happened, she was still surprised. She didn’t actually think anyone else would ever borrow these books. It wasn’t common seeing someone read that kind of books -or read at all. And usually Nevermore students only read the books in the school’s library.

She didn’t hear the door while she was in the aisle, which meant the person was still there. Maybe she had found a classmate with the same interests as her? Which didn’t mean she would try to befriend them, but it was always good to know.

“If you’re looking for the girl, she’s in the aisles over there” the librarian said, as she had already put the books on the desk

Wednesday looked at her, a frown on her face, but nodded once and grabbed the books.

She then walked to the aisles the woman talked about. And here you were, looking at the books on the shelves, reading the back of one while holding another in your arms; Royal art of poison. Wednesday had read that book before, she recognize it was a good one.

Her attention then shifted on your face, even if she could only see your profile. She was sure she never saw you at Nevermore. She usually had a good memory for that kind of things, so maybe you didn’t have classes in common.

After looking you up and down, she walked out of the building to go back to Nevermore.

On the way there, she couldn’t help but think if she had seen you in the hallways, she would’ve never thought you would read this type of books.

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The following week, Wednesday tried to find you in the school. Unconsciously at first, as she didn’t really care, but then it became more and more important to her as she couldn’t seem to see you. That frustrated her. You had to be somewhere.

And yet she couldn’t find you.

She always got what she wanted, it was unusual for her to ‘fail’. So naturally, she decided to go back to the library.

When she did, she wandered in the aisles, looking for you. Unsuccessfully. It was like you didn’t even exist.

She felt like she was losing her mind, and it wasn’t as fun as she anticipated.

Just as she was about to go back in the aisle she saw you in for the first time, she saw Thing out of the corner of her eye. He was pointing a nearby aisle, signaling you were in there.

You were indeed in the aisle, looking at the books on the shelf in front of you. Venomous was already in your hands. A book about earth’s deadliest creatures… Wednesday thought.

Then your hand rose up to pick up another book; The Black Dahlia.

Now Wednesday was really interested by you. She never met anyone who knew about her favorite unsolved murder case, let alone read about it.

She took some step closer to you and grabbed a book on the shelf.

“You might as well read this one, if you’re interested in the Black Dahlia case.” she said as she handed you the book

You gave her a surprised look, not expecting anyone to recommend you any books in that section, let alone about this case.

“Oh, thanks” you grabbed the book “Do you know much about this case?”

“Of course, for it is my favorite unsolved murder. How come you know about it?”

“I saw a documentary on tv yesterday. Just thought I’d read some more about it. It seems to be a very interesting case” you explained

“Indeed.” A little pause “So what are you? Werewolf? Siren? Psychic?”

You frowned, confused as to why she would ask that.

“Are you from Nevermore?” you asked

“Are you not?”

You shook your head.

“I’m at Jericho High, sadly”

“‘Sadly’?”

You nodded.

“There’s a bunch of idiots there. Like- a whole bunch. I don’t really fit in. They’re all about social medias, hating on outcasts for no reason”

Wednesday looked at you, waiting for you to continue and explain yourself.

“I prefer books, even if I have to admit that scrolling on Pinterest while listening to music can be addicting. As for outcasts… I’ve always been interested in them, especially vampires. But I mean- every ‘class’ of outcasts I read about was interesting”

The raven took a moment to think about what you just said.

“It’s unusual to see a normie who doesn’t hate outcasts. Are you sure you’re a normie?”

“Pretty sure, yeah”

She looked you up and down after that, analyzing you. You seemed to be honest, she didn’t sense any hostility coming from you.

The following days, Wednesday caught herself thinking about your conversation, and by extension, about you. As much as it pained her to admit, something in you attracted her. Or at least made her ant to know more about you, which led her to the library once again.

This time, you were sitting at a table, reading another book about poisonous plants, some other books stacked next to you.

“Are you planning to murder someone?” she asked as she sat on the chair facing you

“Holy shit…! Do you make a habit out of scaring people?” you asked, half joking, a hand on your chest after her voice made you jump

“It’s more of a hobby. Who is going to be your victim?”

“No one!” you chuckled, once your heartbeat calmed down a bit “I’m just trying to find information about Aconitum, like where it grows, etc”

“Why?”

“I want to experiment with it myself, simple curiosity” you shrug

So you did want to poison someone. Interesting. She thought.

“No, no, I can guess what you’re thinking. I’m not trying to kill anyone. But you never know when that kind of information can be useful”

“Indeed.” she nodded, even if she was a bit disappointed

“And if I did want to kill someone, I would probably use something else like Nightshade or the Nerium Oleander -but I’d have to find some first” you added “Anyways, I need to go, I have class… See you later, maybe?”

Wednesday looked at you as you packed your things and left the library, not without putting the books back on their shelves. You definitely had a little something that made her look forward to the next time she would be in your company. That thought surprised her; she usually wasn’t one to seek others’ company.

She stayed sat at the table for a few minutes, lost in thoughts, before standing up almost abruptly. She walked to the door and was about to leave, when the librarian called her.

“Hey, wait a sec!”

Wednesday turned to face the woman who got out from behind her desk. She handed something.

“What is that?”

“A micro-cassette recorder. It must have fallen from your friend’s bag when she left. I thought you could give it back to her”

“She’s not my friend.” Wednesday said blankly but took the object anyways

The librarian rolled her eyes at the smaller girl and went back to her desk while Wednesday left the library, putting your recorder in her backpack.

“What’s that?”

Wednesday looked up from her typewriter; Enid was holding the recorder.

“A micro-cassette recorder.” she simply said “Put it back where it was, Enid.”

“Oooh what are you doing with it? Recording podcasts? I thought your thing was novels” the blonde continued, not listening

“‘My thing’ is novels.”

“Then what’s on this recorder?”

Before the raven could say anything else, the werewolf pressed the play button.

“Okay… Is it recording? Ah, yes, the numbers are moving. Okay okay… um… Where do I even start? God I must look so dumb talking to that thing… Anyways. Uh… Day 1 of research on outcasts, I guess? Is that how they do in movies?”

The recorder stopped playing, for Wednesday had pressed the button again, taking it from Enid’s hands.

“Whose voice is that? It’s not yours”

“Of course not. It’s…” she paused, looking for the right words “… it belongs to someone I met at the library.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about her?? I want to know everything!”

“There’s nothing to say.”

“Why do you have her recorder then?”

“She forgot it. I just keep it until I can give it back.”

“Hmhm, sure”

Enid said with a big smile, before going back to her activities: laying on her bed and scroll on Instagram, probably. The other girl watched her do so, then went back to her writing, putting the recorder on her desk.

After half an hour of peaceful writing, she heard Enid tell her she was going in Yoko’s dorm for whatever gossip session they had every week. From the corner of her eye, Wednesday saw the recorder move closer to her.

Thing was pushing it in her direction.

“What is it?”

“Don’t you want to hear more?” Thing signed

“I wouldn’t like it if anyone read my novel without asking me first.”

“But you’re curious”

“… Of course.”

“Listen to it then! Maybe you’ll be able to help her. She seems nice, she won’t get upset” Thing signed quickly, almost as curious as Wednesday to hear your research

“Fine. Give it to me.”

Thing pushed the recorder further so she could grab it. She did, and pressed play again, but not after a glance at Thing.

“A word to Enid and I’ll snap all your fingers.”

“Hmhm… so I borrowed this book in Jericho’s library about outcasts -I’m surprised they have books about that considering the way they see them. I think it was a pretty interesting book!”

Wednesday listened to what you had to say on that book, then fast-forwarded to a bit later on the record.

“… lost count of the days at this point. It’s crazy how I can’t find anything more than what I already read! It’s like normies’ knowledge about outcast is only the basics -not to say the clichés. God, I wish I was at Nevermore. I’m sure they have sooo much more books there. Not only about outcasts, but about poisonous plants as well!”

The raven was about to stop listening when you started speaking again.

“Oh, yesterday, I met a girl at the library! She advised me to read a certain book about The Black Dahlia case. She said she was from Nevermore. Well, she didn’t deny it. I wonder what’s her gift… But it’s a weird question to ask, isn’t it? I bet she knows lots of outcasts if she studies there…  of course she does, what I am even saying?”

The record stopped by itself after that.

Wednesday had the tiniest smile on her face. You were smart, that she had noticed when you first talked, yet hearing you speak freely like that made you sound so clumsy. You were passionate, that was for sure.

“Thing, do you think you can find her quickly?”

A knock on your bedroom window caught your attention. Your stopped what you were doing and opened it. To your surprise, a hand -without a body- ran (?) in your room.

You looked at it, mouth agape, certainly not expecting that.

“Hi…?” you said hesitantly

The hand stopped on your desk and starting signing.

“I uh… don’t speak sign language… sorry”

The hand paused, as if it was sighing.

“You can… hear me?” you asked, surprised

It gave you a thumbs up as an answer, before showing its palm to you. A message was written on it with a marker: ‘You forgot your recorder at the library. Call me.’ Followed by a phone number.

 “Thank you”

You said while typing the number on your phone, before calling it.

On the other side, Wednesday was waiting in front of Enid’s computer. She remembered how to use it from last time Enid told her. When she saw you were calling, she pressed the spacebar to pick up.

She certainly didn’t expect to see you with Thing on your shoulder.

“Hi!” you said with a smile “So you found my recorder? I was afraid someone random found it…” you paused “Your room is… more colorful that I would’ve imagined”

“It’s my roommate’s side.” Wednesday frowned, a bit offended you could think she would decorate her room this way

“Oh. What does your side looks like then?”

She turned Enid’s computer to show you -quite proudly.

“Ohh it’s nice! Wait- you have a typewriter?? That’s so cool! Like the overall decoration”

Thing typed lightly on your shoulder.

“Oh, yes, sorry. He’d like me to drive him back to Nevermore. Which I can understand, it’s a bit far away… So, we were wondering if you could open a window or something? I don’t think your principal would appreciate if someone from outside came without permission”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know. Let’s say it’s for keeping my recorder safe, that way we’re even” you smiled

Wednesday nodded, and said she would open their window, just before your parents called you from downstairs, asking who you were talking to. While you were answering them, Thing gave the raven a thumbs up.

Of course it was your plan all along, bringing her here… she thought, a slight smile forming on her lips again. Well played.

After going out by your bedroom window, took your bike, put Thing in the little basket attached to the handlebar, and started making your way to Nevermore. On the way there, you talked with Thing; he used your phone to type and made it read the text out loud so you could hear.

When you arrived at Nevermore’s gate, you left your bike against the low wall near the entrance. To your surprise, the gate wasn’t closed -which was a good thing. You got on the school’s territory, walking silently to the school itself.

You had only ever seen it in pictures, and you had to admit, it was way cooler to see it for real.

Thing tapped your shoulder, bringing you back to reality, and pointing at a big round window with a metallic spider web on it. It was probably the dorm you had to reach.

“You could’ve told me it was on the fourth floor…”

You examined the architecture of the school, before cracking your knuckles and starting to climb.

“If I fall… I hope I won’t break too many bones”

After what seemed like an eternity, and three times almost falling, you finally reached the balcony. You took a moment to lay there, catching your breath, Thing patting your arm reassuringly.

He then disappeared inside and came back with the raven right as you were standing back up.

“Thing said you were hurt.” Wednesday said, her eyes shifting from your face to your hands, bruised by the climbing

“Oh, it’s okay. I’ve done rock-climbing with my parents before, I’m used to it”

“… If you say so.” she paused, and handed you your recorder

“I almost forgot about it” you chuckled, taking it from her hands and putting it in a pocket of your vest “Thank you”

Wednesday nodded. You did the same, as a goodbye, and were ready to go back home, when she spoke again.

“If you want more books about outcasts or something else…” she stepped forward and gave you a piece of paper “… let me know.”

You took the paper and opened it. Another phone number. You had guessed the previous one wasn’t hers, and according to what Thing told you, she never used the phone some guy gifted her.

You smiled and put the paper in your pocket.

“Thank you”

You were about to leave, but you remembered something.

“You never told me your name”

“Neither did you.”

“I’m Y/n. Y/n L/n”

“Wednesday. Wednesday Addams.”

“It was nice seeing you, Wednesday” you smiled “It’s probably going to sound weird… But I enjoy your presence, I feel understood. I hope we’ll be good friends. Anyways, good night!”

With that, you climbed down the wall, disappearing from her field of view.

Wednesday looked at the sky; it was dark, lots of clouds, but the moon was still visible behind them. It even illuminated the raven’s face.

Thing tapped in her direction.

“I only tolerate her presence. Don’t imagine things.”

More tapping, and what looked like he was rolling his eyes.

“One more word and you’re locked in the drawer until I decide otherwise.”

Thing saw it as the sign to go back inside, not wanting to risk it.

When she was alone on the balcony, Wednesday’s eyes shifted to your small form while you were getting on your way home.

Her little smile was back, that smile which was so unusual to see on her face, that only the people she really cared about ever saw.

Friends, hm? I suppose that’s what we are.

[Next part]

[riinniies]

Series : The last change

RIN ITOSHI

plot : you are his younger sister, you died. and you woke up in his classmate's body, what would you do?

TW // angst

My writings

PART 1

PART 2

You woke up.

Again.

In that same body.

You blinked at the ceiling, confusion settling deep in your chest. You were still here. Still breathing. Still wearing someone else’s skin.

Had you… failed?

But Rin was okay now. You were sure of it. You saw it in his eyes. That fragile light—the same one you had prayed for since the day you died—it was finally there. So why… were you still here?

You went to school that day, your heart heavy with questions. When you saw Rin, he greeted you with a nod, the faintest trace of warmth in his eyes.

But then something shifted.

He stayed close to you. Closer than before. The invisible wall he always kept between himself and others—it wasn’t there anymore. When you joked, he laughed. When you asked how he was, he answered honestly. And sometimes, when you thought he wasn’t looking, you caught him staring at you.

But it wasn’t the way friends look at each other.

It was different.

And that terrified you.

Because you finally understood.

You weren’t here to save Rin from dying. You had already done that.

You were here to face something much crueler.

Rin was starting to love you.

But not as a friend. Not as a brother loves a sister.

He was falling for you—the person he thought you were.

The person you weren’t.

You were his sister.

And you were trapped—watching him reach for something that could never be real.

You tried to pull away, slowly, gently. You thought maybe if you distanced yourself, he’d forget. He’d move on. You wouldn’t hurt him more than you already had.

But Rin noticed.

And for the first time since you came back, you saw fear in his eyes.

“Are you avoiding me?” he asked one evening after practice. His voice was steady, but you could hear the crack underneath.

“No… I just—” You searched for the right words, but there were none.

He stepped closer. “You’re the only one who’s been here for me. When everyone else gave up on me—you stayed. You saved me.”

His voice was soft—desperate.

And you realized… to him, you were his salvation.

But to you… he was your punishment.

You looked at him, your heart breaking into a thousand pieces. You wanted to tell him the truth—that you were his sister, that you loved him more than anyone ever could, but not like this. Never like this.

But you knew it would destroy him.

So you did the only thing you could.

You lied.

“I… I don’t feel the same way,” you whispered.

His face fell. His eyes darkened—not with anger, but with the kind of hurt that buries itself in someone’s chest and never leaves.

He nodded, stiffly. “I get it. Sorry. I… shouldn’t have said anything.”

You wanted to scream—to tell him it wasn’t his fault. That you loved him, just in a way he could never know.

But you stayed silent.

Because that was your curse.

To love him, and to let him go—again, and again, and again.

Days turned to weeks.

Rin was distant again, but this time it was different. It wasn’t coldness or anger. It was pain. Quiet, invisible pain—the kind that leaves no scars but bleeds beneath the skin.

You hated yourself for being the one who put it there.

But you stayed.

Because you couldn’t leave him alone.

Not after everything.

And one day, after school, you found him sitting by the river—the place you used to play together as kids. His eyes were fixed on the water, but his expression was soft. Peaceful, in a way.

“I miss her,” he said, without turning to you. “I think I always will.”

You sat beside him, your heart aching. “She loved you, Rin. She still does. I know it.”

He looked at you then—really looked at you.

And for a moment, you thought he knew. That somehow, he saw through the lie, through the face that wasn’t yours.

But he just smiled—a small, broken smile.

“I hope you’re right.”

Silence stretched between you, but this time, it was comforting.

And for the first time, you realized that maybe you weren’t here to be his salvation.

Maybe you were just here… to stay by his side. As long as you could. In whatever way you could.

Because that’s what sisters do.

They stay.

Even when it hurts.

Even when it’s not enough.

They stay.

That night, you looked up at the stars and whispered your prayer to whatever force brought you back:

“Please… let him be happy. Even if I can’t stay forever… please. Let him be okay.”

The stars didn’t answer.

But you hoped, somehow, they heard you.

♡♡♡♡

It started as guilt.

It was always guilt, in the beginning.

And so, you both clung to the lie—because sometimes, lies were the only thing keeping you alive.

You stayed by Rin’s side because you loved him—as his sister. Because you had broken him once, and you were terrified of breaking him again.

But somewhere along the way… something changed.

It was the little things that caught you off guard—the way his voice softened when he said your name, the rare smile that made your heart ache, the moments when his walls slipped, and he let you see the boy you grew up with—the boy who had once held your hand when you were scared of thunderstorms, the boy who swore he’d protect you from everything, even when he couldn’t protect himself.

But this was different.

Because you weren’t his little sister anymore.

Not to him.

Not to yourself.

You saw it in his eyes—the warmth, the longing—and instead of feeling afraid… you started to feel it too.

And that was the cruelest part.

Because you knew you shouldn’t.

But your heart… it didn’t care.

It was a rainy afternoon when you realized you had crossed the line.

You were sitting beside Rin, both of you sheltered under the small overhang outside school, waiting for the rain to ease. His hair was damp, strands clinging to his forehead. He was quiet, staring out into the gray sky.

You didn’t speak either. You just… existed beside him.

Like you always did.

But then, without thinking, you leaned your head on his shoulder.

Like you used to when you were kids.

Except this time, it wasn’t the same.

You felt his breath hitch.

You felt the way his shoulder stiffened—then slowly relaxed.

And then… you felt his hand, trembling, reach to gently brush against yours.

It was subtle—so soft that anyone else would have missed it. But you didn’t.

Because you felt it too.

That desperate, forbidden longing.

You should’ve pulled away.

You should’ve stopped it right there.

But you didn’t.

You let your fingers intertwine with his, your heart racing in your chest.

And for a moment… it was everything.

But the moment ended.

Because in your mind, his voice—the real Rin’s voice—echoed from the past:

“You’re my little sister. I’ll protect you forever.”

The guilt hit you like a knife to the chest.

You pulled your hand away, quickly standing up. “I—I should go.”

Rin looked up, confusion and hurt flickering across his face. “Did I… do something wrong?”

“No,” you whispered, but your voice cracked. “It’s not you. It’s me.”

Before he could say more, you ran—through the rain, through the cold—because you were scared.

Not of him.

But of yourself.

Because you knew… you were falling in love with him.

And that was the one thing you were never allowed to do.

The days after were torture.

You avoided him. You made excuses. You smiled when you had to, but it was forced. He noticed, of course. Rin always noticed.

“Are you okay?” he asked, for the third time that week.

“I’m fine,” you lied. Again.

But you weren’t.

Because every time you looked at him, you felt it—growing, consuming you—the love you weren’t supposed to feel.

And the worst part?

You could see it in him too.

He was still holding onto that hope—that maybe, one day, you would love him back.

And the terrible, awful truth was… you already did.

One evening, you found yourself standing outside Rin’s house again. It was like a curse—you always ended up here, drawn to him, even when you knew you shouldn’t be.

You watched his window, remembering all the nights you used to climb into his room when you had bad dreams. He would tease you, but he always let you stay. He would hold your hand until you fell asleep.

That was the love you were supposed to have.

But now… everything was ruined.

Because you wanted more.

And you hated yourself for it.

You tried to suppress it.

You told yourself it was wrong—it was disgusting—you were his sister, no matter what body you wore.

But the more you fought it, the more it hurt.

Because love doesn’t care about rules.

It doesn’t care about what’s right or wrong.

It just… is.

And you loved Rin.

In every way you weren’t supposed to.

One night, it broke you.

You had stayed late after school, Rin walking you home like he always did. It was quiet, the air cool but gentle. You were laughing—genuinely laughing—for the first time in weeks.

And then he stopped walking.

You turned to him. “What’s wrong?”

He looked at you, eyes soft—so, so soft.

“I know you said… you don’t feel the same. But I can’t stop. I tried. I really tried. But every day, I wake up, and you’re the first person I think about. You make me want to be better. You saved me. And… I love you.”

Your breath caught.

Your heart shattered into pieces.

Because you loved him too.

But you couldn’t. You weren’t allowed.

Tears welled in your eyes, and you shook your head.

“Rin… I—”

He stepped closer, gently cupping your face, his thumb brushing away a tear.

“You don’t have to say anything. I just… needed you to know.”

And in that moment, with his warmth so close, his touch so gentle… you broke.

You kissed him.

Soft. Desperate. Wrong.

But it was everything you had ever wanted.

And for that brief moment, the world faded away.

Until it came crashing back.

You pulled away, gasping.

“No… I— I shouldn’t have—”

Rin looked at you, breathless, confused. “What’s wrong?”

You stepped back, shaking your head, tears streaming down your face.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You ran. Again.

Because that’s all you knew how to do.

That night, you shattered completely.

You loved him.

You wanted him.

But you were his sister.

And you knew—if he ever found out the truth… it would destroy him.

So you made a choice.

The next day, you avoided him.

The day after that, you did the same.

Until finally… you disappeared.

You left town.

No explanation. No goodbye.

Because staying would ruin him.

And loving him would ruin you both.

But as you sat on the bus, driving further and further away from the boy you loved—your brother—you realized:

This was your punishment.

To love him.

To leave him.

And to never, ever be able to call him yours.

Because some love…

Is never meant to be.

You thought leaving would set you free.

That distance would smother the feelings you weren’t supposed to have.

That time would turn love into memory.

But you were wrong.

Every mile you put between yourself and Rin only made the ache worse.

Every night, his voice echoed in your head—the warmth of his confession, the gentleness of his touch, the kiss that tasted like everything you had ever wanted… and everything you could never have.

You had tried to run from it.

But love—this kind of love—chased you like a ghost.

Because it was never meant to end.

Because it was never meant to exist in the first place.

Weeks passed. You were in a new town, a new school, a new body that felt even more like a prison than before.

But you still checked your phone every day.

You never changed your number.

And Rin… never called.

Never texted.

He let you go.

And that hurt more than anything.

Because maybe, just maybe… he had finally given up on you.

One day, you saw his name on the news.

Rin Itoshi—Rising Star of the National Team.

There was a picture of him, older, stronger, smiling with his teammates.

He had made it.

Just like you always knew he would.

But the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

You knew that look.

It was the same one he wore after Sae left—after you died.

It was the look of someone who had learned how to survive with a hole in their chest.

And you realized… you were that hole now.

You had become the very thing you feared:

Another person who had left him.

You tried to move on.

You tried to convince yourself that he was better off without you—that your love would have ruined him.

But the truth?

Rin was already ruined.

And so were you.

Because what you felt for him wasn’t something you could erase.

It was written into your soul.

Because he was your brother.

And he was more than that.

He was everything.

A year passed.

And then one night—you couldn’t breathe.

It was raining, like it always was when your heart broke.

You sat in your room, staring at the phone, fingers hovering over his name.

Would he even pick up?

Would he hate you?

Would he even remember you?

You almost put the phone down.

But then…

You pressed call.

It rang once.

Twice.

Three times.

And then… his voice.

“…Hello?”

Your breath hitched.

He sounded older. Tired.

But it was still Rin.

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out.

“…Hello?” he said again, voice soft, but cautious. “Who is this?”

You closed your eyes, tears falling silently down your face.

You wanted to speak—to say his name—to tell him everything.

But you couldn’t.

Because you were a coward.

Because you loved him too much to ruin him again.

So you did the only thing you could.

You listened.

For a few more seconds, you held onto his voice—like a lifeline.

Like it was the last thing tethering you to this world.

And then… you hung up.

You cried that night—harder than you ever had before.

Because now, you knew.

You would never stop loving him.

Not in this life.

Not in the next.

Because Rin Itoshi was your home.

And you had lost him.

Forever.

♡♡♡♡

Months passed after that call.

But you carried his voice like a scar on your heart.

Every day, you told yourself it was for the best.

Every night, you dreamt of him.

And every time you woke up, your chest ached with the truth:

You still wanted him.

You still needed him.

And you still loved him.

It was selfish.

It was wrong.

But it was real.

One day, you saw his face again.

But this time—it wasn’t on TV.

It was in front of you.

You were walking home from school when you saw him, standing across the street, half-hidden under a hood.

But you knew.

You would always know him.

Your heart stopped.

Your legs froze.

And for a moment, neither of you moved.

Then he stepped forward—crossing the street, closing the distance you had spent so long creating.

You thought about running.

But your body refused.

Because a part of you had been waiting for this—craving this—since the day you left.

“Hey,” Rin said, voice low, uncertain.

You tried to speak, but your voice cracked.

“Rin…”

He studied you like he was afraid you might disappear again.

“I thought… I’d never see you again.”

“I—” Your throat tightened. “I’m sorry… I—”

“Why?” His voice broke, the pain you had caused bleeding into every word. “Why did you leave? Why didn’t you tell me anything?”

Tears welled up in your eyes.

You had rehearsed this conversation a thousand times.

But now that he was here—now that he was real—you didn’t know how to lie anymore.

“Because… I was scared,” you whispered. “Of hurting you. Of… ruining you.”

He took a step closer.

“You already did,” he said softly. “When you left.”

Your heart shattered.

You had thought leaving would save him.

But all it had done was break him more.

And you.

It had broken you, too.

You ended up in a small park, sitting side by side on an empty bench.

Neither of you spoke for a long time.

But the silence wasn’t uncomfortable.

It was heavy. Full of everything you had left unsaid.

Finally, Rin broke it.

“I never stopped thinking about you,” he said quietly. “Not once.”

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the tears.

“I never stopped thinking about you either.”

He turned to you, eyes dark but vulnerable.

“Then why…?”

You closed your eyes.

You could tell him everything—the truth about who you were, what you had become, the impossible love you carried in your chest.

Or you could lie.

Again.

But you were so tired of lying.

So you spoke, voice trembling.

“Because… I loved you. And I knew that if I stayed… I would love you more. In ways I wasn’t supposed to.”

Silence.

Then—his hand found yours.

His hand was wrapped around yours, holding on like you might slip away again.

But he didn’t know… you already had.

You weren’t the sister he had loved.

You were someone else, wearing her face, speaking with her voice.

And you had lied to him every single day since you came back.

But you couldn’t anymore.

Not after this.

Not when he looked at you with hope—like you were his home.

Because you weren’t.

You were just a ghost.

“I need to tell you something,” you whispered.

Rin turned to you, eyes searching.

His thumb brushed over your knuckles—gentle, reassuring.

“You can tell me anything.”

But this wasn’t the kind of truth that could be forgiven.

This was the kind that shattered everything.

You took a shaky breath.

And you told him.

Everything.

That you had died.

That the bus crash had taken you away.

That you woke up in this body—his classmate’s body—and you had stayed by his side because you didn’t know how to live without him.

That you loved him—not as his classmate, but as his sister.

That you had fallen in love with him in a way that made you sick with guilt… but you couldn’t stop.

You spoke until your voice cracked, tears falling freely now.

And when you finished… there was nothing but silence.

Rin stared at you.

Unmoving.

Breathing, but barely.

Like he was processing every word, every shattered piece of his reality.

“You’re… my sister?” His voice was hoarse, disbelieving, desperate for this to be a joke.

You nodded, biting your trembling lip.

“And… you’ve known this whole time?”

Another nod.

His hand slipped from yours.

The warmth vanished.

And you felt it—the distance growing between you, even though you were still sitting side by side.

“You… loved me,” he said slowly, voice cracking. “Knowing you were my sister… you still—”

“I didn’t mean to,” you choked. “Rin, I swear, I tried to fight it. I tried to leave. But—”

“But you came back,” he whispered.

You looked at him—really looked at him—and your heart shattered into pieces.

Because his eyes were filled with everything.

Anger. Pain. Grief.

And underneath it all… love.

The same forbidden love you carried.

The same love you had just destroyed.

Rin stood up, backing away.

“You should’ve told me,” he said, voice trembling. “You should’ve… given me a choice.”

Tears blurred your vision.

“I know. I was scared—”

“Of what? That I wouldn’t love you back?” His voice broke completely now. “Or that I would?”

You froze.

Because that was it.

You were scared that he would choose you anyway.

That he would love you enough to throw away everything—morals, family, his future—just to stay by your side.

And now you knew… he would have.

But now, he couldn’t.

Because you had taken that choice from him.

And now, you had broken him all over again.

“I need time,” he whispered, fists clenched at his sides. “I need… to think.”

Your heart screamed to hold him back—to tell him you didn’t care what was right or wrong, as long as you could stay with him.

But you knew better now.

So you nodded, even though it felt like you were letting go of the only piece of happiness you had left.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, voice barely audible. “I… love you, Rin. I always will.”

His breath hitched, but he didn’t turn back.

He just walked away.

And you let him.

Because you owed him that much.

That night, you cried until you couldn’t breathe.

Because this time, you knew…

You had truly lost him.

And there was no going back.

Because sometimes, love wasn’t enough.

Sometimes, love was the very thing that ruined you.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

The Riddle of Tom Riddle: Part 5/7

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 6, Part 7)

After Graduation

Continuing with my analysis of Tom Riddle's character, we reach his graduation. Here things start getting a little murkier. You'd expect we'll have more information the more recent it is, but there is very little information about Tom's life between his graduation in 1944 and his return to Britain under the alias Lord Voldemort in 1967.

I want to discuss the continuation of his quest for immortality, his choice of profession, and a little bit about his family's legacy.

Graduation

So from Dumbledore, we know Tom graduated top of his class. Head boy and 12 NEWTs, all Os under his belt:

He reached the seventh year of his schooling with, as you might have expected, top grades in every examination he had taken. All around him, his classmates were deciding which jobs they were to pursue once they had left Hogwarts. Nearly everybody expected spectacular things from Tom Riddle, prefect, Head Boy, winner of the Award for Special Services to the School. I know that several teachers, Professor Slughorn amongst them, suggested that he join the Ministry of Magic, offered to set up appointments, put him in touch with useful contacts. He refused all offers.

(Half-Blood Prince, pages 430-431)

Dumbledore says Tom was offered multiple positions in the ministry and that he refused all of them. We knew he applied for a teaching position at Hogwarts, which I'll discuss in a moment, but I want to talk about his refusing these offers and why.

Now, I made no secret of the fact Dumbledore has an agenda when he's showing Harry these memories, he wants Tom to appear as an irredeemably evil monster that must be destroyed. Now, Tom isn't a good man, not by a long shot, but in his younger years, I don't think he was beyond help.

Regardless, I'm sure Slughorn did help him set up appointments with ministry personnel, it sounds just like the sort of thing Slughorn would do. The thing is, Tom is incredibly ambitious, he is as Slytherin as they come in that regard. Most ministry positions, especially the ones that'd be offered to him aren't anything shiny to brag about. These positions Dumbledore is talking about were probably for a clerk or secretary. We see with Percy Weasley, that the approach in the ministry is that you start from the bottom and climb up. Tom, who got used to thinking of himself at the top would've struggled being ordered around like we see Crouch ordering Percy. Tom would've murdered his boss before running around to someone else's whims.

I think he didn't take a position in the ministry for this exact reason. He's prideful and ambitious and he wanted a position that'll give him more freedom and control.

Tom loves being in control, all his childhood was in a state of lacking — both in food, belongings, clothes, and mostly control. Tom had very little he could control about his life and we see him seek to exert control, not only on his own life, but on others.

but Voldemort first approached Professor Dippet and asked whether he could remain at Hogwarts as a teacher.” “He wanted to stay here? Why?” asked Harry, more amazed still. “I believe he had several reasons, though he confided none of them to Professor Dippet,” said Dumbledore. “Firstly, and very importantly, Voldemort was, I believe, more attached to this school than he has ever been to a person. Hogwarts was where he had been happiest; the first and only place he had felt at home.” Harry felt slightly uncomfortable at these words, for this was exactly how he felt about Hogwarts too.

(Half-Blood Prince, page 431)

Tom's first choice was to be a professor. I think Dumbledore is pretty spot-on on the first reason why Tom wanted to stay at Hogwarts. I already mentioned in my previous post, how Tom loves Hogwarts. Hogwarts is the only place he ever called home. He loved it so much that he attached his soul to items representing the school (the founders' artifacts).

And Harry is right to feel the way he does. Tom is similar to him in this regard.

The other two reasons Dumbledore gives in this scene for Tom's desire to become a teacher are:

2. Tom wants to unravel the mysteries of the ancient magic of Hogwarts that he hasn't resolved yet.

3. As a recruiting ground for future Death Eaters.

I think the second idea has some merit. Tom is definitely an academic, as I mentioned in my previous posts. He'd want to study and learn everything about magic and Hogwarts and would only be satisfied once he knew everything. I think his love of academics and magic is another major reason for his desire to teach. Dumbledore doesn't mention it, but Tom loves magic, as in just magic. It's what made him special, what gave him power and control when he had none. It's what garnered him pride and attention. His magical academic accomplishments are something Tom takes great pride in. "magic is might" in his words, after all.

The third one I believe is completely false. We have nothing but Dumbledore's words to support the existence of the Knights of Walpurgis (proto-Death Eaters followers of Tom when he was in school). We know Tom had people he considered friends and who he (diary Tom) says already called him by the title Voldemort, but we don't really have any other information about them and if there was an actual organization.

Also, from how uninvolved Voldemort was in both wars I find it hard to believe he'd bother applying for a job to raise an army. He didn't take over the ministry when he did have an army, so I don't think this is something he was actually after, at least not at this time. He didn't really make an effort to create an army for himself in these years after graduation, because he could have, even working at Borgin and Burkes, and yet he didn't. Which means this wasn't one of his goals here.

Customer Service

“So Voldemort went off to Borgin and Burkes, and all the staff who had admired him said what a waste it was, a brilliant young wizard like that, working in a shop. However, Voldemort was no mere assistant. Polite and handsome and clever, he was soon given particular jobs of the type that only exist in a place like Borgin and Burkes, which specializes, as you know, Harry, in objects with unusual and powerful properties. Voldemort was sent to persuade people to part with their treasures for sale by the partners, and he was, by all accounts, unusually gifted at doing this.”

(Half-Blood Prince, pages 432-433 )

So, not being able to secure the teaching position Tom goes to Borgin and Burkes. Now, I think Dumbledore isn't accurate on why Tom chose to work there.

First, I mentioned why he turned down the ministry positions, Tom isn't interested in being low on the ministry ladder and climbing it slowly. Dumbledore mentions himself how Tom wasn't a mare assistant. He was in touch with powerful clients and had access to priceless magical books and artifacts he probably found fascinating. I bet all the time he wasn't with clients he was studying the magic he could in the shop and the things in its collection.

This position gave him a lot of freedom in who he talked to and how he got these treasures. His boss clearly didn't care as long as there were results, which is something I think Tom would like, having complete control over his life and work. It's the kind of job that would give him plenty of time to pursue his own studies should he wish to do so as well.

I don't think Tom suffered in this job. I called it Customer Service mostly as a joke, I don't believe Tom often worked retail behind the counter at the shop. Dumbledore mentions he mostly procured treasures (and also studied them, in my opinion) rather than handle the customers at the shop. I think Tom enjoyed it well enough, I don't think he'd have remained there 10 years otherwise.

These 10 years at Borgin and Burkes ended with him going to Hepzibah Smith and I want to talk about this scene a bit:

She opened the lid. Harry edged forward a little to get a better view and saw what looked like a small golden cup with two finely wrought handles. “I wonder whether you know what it is, Tom? Pick it up, have a good look!” whispered Hepzibah, and Voldemort stretched out a long-fingered hand and lifted the cup by one handle out of its snug silken wrappings. Harry thought he saw a red gleam in his dark eyes. His greedy expression was curiously mirrored on Hepzibah’s face, except that her tiny eyes were fixed upon Voldemort’s handsome features.

...

She hooked the cup back off Voldemort’s long forefinger and restored it gently to its box, too intent upon settling it carefully back into position to notice the shadow that crossed Voldemort’s face as the cup was taken away.

(Half-Blood Prince, page 436)

As I mentioned in the past Tom is sentimental, and there is nothing he is more sentimental about than Hogwarts and his family legacy. The first place he called home and something he thought he could be proud of. Both signs of his magic — what always made him special. His sentimentality is very tied in with his ego.

This is Hufflepuff's cup, a remnant from a Hogwarts founder. It's rare, special, and magical and is a symbol of home for Tom, and so he wants it. And Tom likes getting what he wants when he wants it.

She slid back the fine filigree clasp and flipped open the box. There upon the smooth crimson velvet lay a heavy golden locket. Voldemort reached out his hand, without invitation this time, and held it up to the light, staring at it. “Slytherin’s mark,” he said quietly, as the light played upon an ornate, serpentine S. “That’s right!” said Hepzibah, delighted, apparently, at the sight of Voldemort gazing at her locket, transfixed. “I had to pay an arm and a leg for it, but I couldn’t let it pass, not a real treasure like that, had to have it for my collection. Burke bought it, apparently, from a ragged-looking woman who seemed to have stolen it, but had no idea of its true value —” There was no mistaking it this time: Voldemort’s eyes flashed scarlet at the words, and Harry saw his knuckles whiten on the locket’s chain.

(Half-Blood Prince, page 437)

With the locket, Tom's reaction is even more obvious. It makes sense, it's not just a symbol of home, but of the family legacy he should've been able to be proud of and yet, couldn't.

You see, Tom and his family is an interesting dynamic. Like, how he feels about them is interesting.

When he found out who his family was he went to look for them. I don't think Tom searched out his relatives to kill them. Harry describes him being disappointed in the state of the Gaunt house and Morfin:

“You speak it?” “Yes, I speak it,” said Riddle. He moved forward into the room, allowing the door to swing shut behind him. Harry could not help but feel a resentful admiration for Voldemort’s complete lack of fear. His face merely expressed disgust and, perhaps, disappointment. “Where is Marvolo?” he asked. “Dead,” said the other. “Died years ago, didn’t he?” Riddle frowned.

(Half-Blood Prince, page 364)

I think, back then, when he was 16, Tom had hoped he'd find a family and a legacy. He only attacked Morfin after he learned his father left his mother when she was pregnant and that no one wanted him. I think he had hope back then, and it was squashed completely.

The thing is, up to that point, he probably took great pride in speaking Parseltongue and being the Heir of Slytherin at Hogwarts. Then he met Morfin and all that pride turned to shame, emberessement, and burning hatred. But the pride, the sentimentality towards a legacy that could've been remained.

By the time we see him with Hepzibah Smith, Tom has complicated feelings about Slytherin's legacy. It's something that won him friends and favors in Slytherin's house, it symbolized how special and powerful he was. But he was also ashamed and disappointed in them, the way none of them seemed to really love him and they all abandoned him. I think he blamed his mother for not surviving. After all, he was sure she couldn't have been the witch between his parents because of how weak she was, because of how she died.

I just find this dichotomy, of Tom wearing her legacy — Slytherin's legacy — proudly as part of the identity he fashioned for himself but being ashamed of the weakness of all his relatives fascinating.

Even in the above scene with the locket, the way he is so desperate to keep hold of it at the age of 29-30 shows this dichotomy. His desperation for a family and a connection he never had, he is still desperate to feel connected to his legacy, even when he hates all of his relatives.

“Hepzibah Smith died two days after that little scene,” said Dumbledore, resuming his seat and indicating that Harry should do the same. “Hokey the house-elf was convicted by the Ministry of poisoning her mistress’s evening cocoa by accident.” “No way!” said Harry angrily. “I see we are of one mind,” said Dumbledore. “Certainly, there are many similarities between this death and that of the Riddles. In both cases, somebody else took the blame, someone who had a clear memory of having caused the death —” “Hokey confessed?” “She remembered putting something in her mistress’s cocoa that turned out not to be sugar, but a lethal and little-known poison,” said Dumbledore. “It was concluded that she had not meant to do it, but being old and confused —”

(Half-Blood Prince, page 438)

But before they [Hepzibah’s family] were sure beyond doubt that the cup and the locket were both gone, the assistant who had worked at Borgin and Burkes, the young man who had visited Hepzibah so regularly and charmed her so well, had resigned his post and vanished. His superiors had no idea where he had gone; they were as surprised as anyone at his disappearance. And that was the last that was seen or heard of Tom Riddle for a very long time

(Half-Blood Prince, page 439)

Then, he kills Hepzibah and steals the locket and the cup. The cup was made into a Horcrux using Hepzibah’s death and we know he took it with him (along with the locket) when he went traveling the world for the next 10 years. This is important because, in this next section, I want to note something important I noticed regarding Tom's Horcruxes — or more specifically their hiding locations.

Tom's World Tour

Ten years separates Hokey’s memory and this one, ten years during which we can only guess at what Lord Voldemort was doing. . . .” Harry got to his feet once more as Dumbledore emptied the last memory into the Pensieve. “Whose memory is it?” he asked. “Mine,” said Dumbledore.

(Half-Blood Prince, page 440)

Like Dumbledore says, we have little to no information regarding these 10 years of Voldemort's life I like to refer to as his world tour. All we know from this period in his life is that he made 2 new Horcruxes — the locket and the diadem.

To the Dark Lord, I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more. R.A.B.

(Half-Blood Prince, page 609)

We know he killed a "muggle tramp" to create the locket Horcrux at some point between 1956 and 1966 in an unknown location outside Britain.

“And . . . and the diadem?” “It remained where I had hidden it when I heard the Baron blundering through the forest toward me. Concealed inside a hollow tree.” “A hollow tree?” repeated Harry. “What tree? Where was this?” “A forest in Albania. A lonely place I thought was far beyond my mother’s reach.” “Albania,” repeated Harry. Sense was emerging miraculously from confusion, and now he understood why she was telling him what she had denied Dumbledore and Flitwick. “You’ve already told someone this story, haven’t you? Another student?” She closed her eyes and nodded. “I had . . . no idea. . . . He was . . . flattering. He seemed to . . . to understand . . . to sympathize . . . . ”

(Deathly Hollows, page 522)

The second is the diadem that was made into a Horcrux in a forest in Albania by killing an "Albanian Pheasant" at an unknown time between 1956 and 1966.

What I wanted to note about these Horcruxes and his world tour is actually quite simple. We know from Deathly Hollows all of Voldemort's Horcruxes were hidden in Britain, that's why Harry, Ron, and Hermione could track them down as they did.

"So?" you might be asking.

Well, I just described Voldemort having five Horcruxes (diary, ring, cup, locket, diadem) with him, on his person, when he traveled the world. He made the last two abroad, and the others weren't hidden yet since he didn't meet Lucious Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange to give them the diary and cup yet and he was described wearing the Gaunt ring. So, get this, Tom travels the world, outside Britain, including an Albanian forest where Ravenclaw's diadem remained hidden for centuries without anyone locating it, and he thought, the best place to hide his Horcruxes was in relatively accessible places in Britain that are way less well hidden? Places other people know of and could go to?

No, I'm not convinced.

This is just so weird to me, I mean, he could've made the Diadem Horcrux and then left it where he found it, and no one would've been able to track it down. But no, instead he brought it back to Britain to place it at Hogwarts.

Why?

Well, he is sentimental, about Hogwarts and Britain as a whole. Think about where he hid his Horcruxes:

The Diary - was given to Lucious, the son of Abraxas Malfoy who went to school with Tom. Tom was probably fond enough of Abraxes to hand Lucious the diary, although without telling him what it was.

The Ring - he hid in the Gaunt Shack, in the place his mother grew up, the last place his magical relatives lived. With all his shame and disappointment in them, he still felt a desire for what they represented.

The Cup - he gave to Bellatrix Lestrange to hide. I think he did care about Bellatrix, she seemed to know what the cup was, that it held his soul, and when she died:

Bellatrix’s gloating smile froze, her eyes began to bulge: For the tiniest space of time she knew what had happened, and then she toppled, and the watching crowd roared, and Voldemort screamed

(Deathly Hollows, page 621)

Voldemort clearly cares about her, we see he reacts emotionally to her death in a way he doesn't react to most other deaths.

The Locket - he placed in a cave dedicated to his own magical might. A place he made into an undead experiment, with protections of his design and a potion he invented. And where did he place this cave of wonders? In the same cave he scared two children from the orphanage with his magic. This is a place dedicated to what made him special, what made him better (in his mind).

The Diadem - He placed it at Hogwarts, the first and only place he ever thought of as a home.

Then he didn't really hide Harry or Nagini.

But all these locations reek of sentimentality and emotional attachment, even fondness to people. This is the main reason I call bull on Dumbledore's statement of Tom being incapable of love. I think he is capable of it, it's just very rare for him. He doesn't trust easily and keeps everyone at a distance (even Bellatrix who doesn't know he's a half-blood), so of course he doesn't have anyone close. But it's not that he never wanted a connection. He did, was actually quite desperate for it.

The other thing that's curious about all these hiding locations is that they are all accessible. Not necessarily easy to get to, but the trio showed it was possible to reach all of them. And that's a bizarre choice, because, why wouldn't he drop a Horcrux down the marina trench? Why wouldn't he leave the Diadem where it hadn't been found in centuries?

Because he doesn't want them to be impossible to find.

Tom is smart. He's one of the best students to ever make their way through Hogwarts. I'm sure if he wanted to make his Horcruxes inaccessible, he could have. After all, he made up the spells protecting the locket in the cave, he could've made a ward that wouldn't let anyone but him inside, but no, he made the cave a game. Something solvable, it isn't easy, but it is possible.

This tells me that one of Dumbledore's assumptions about Tom is wrong at its core. Tom didn't want to die when he started making Horcruxes, but I don't think he intended to live forever. Someone who wants to live forever wouldn't make it this easy to access their failsafe to immortality, they would drop the Horcrux down the Mariana Trench, or hide it in a vault under wards that no one could access, not even themselves. But that isn't what Tom did.

Conclusions

Tom is incredibly sentimental and is capable of feeling love and attachment to places, people, and ideas. He does, he loves magic and Hogwarts. He has complicated feelings regarding his family and Slytherin's legacy and he cares about Bellatrix (and Nagini).

He wanted to teach not to raise an army to start a war, but because he truly is an academic who loves magic.

He had no interest in working at the ministry as that would limit his freedom and control. He is prideful and ambitious and isn't willing to be at the bottom of the ladder.

And most interestingly, he never actually wanted to live forever. He just wanted to ensure he'd live as long as he wanted to, but not forever.

[sapphic-agent]

As anti BKDK & anti Bakugou, can I ask why you hate him and Aizawa so much (at least I get it why you dislike Endevour)? Yes, Bakugou was bad at first, but he grew as character. Now, he is one of the best anime/manga character ever. When he 'died', many anti Bakugou overjoyed, but he came back alive !!

Why do you thing Bakugou as a character is so popular (beloved by non shippers and shippers)?

Are you anti BKDK because you dislike mlm shipping?

Thanks for your blog, I don't like to say rude things just because of fandom and fictional characters, but can I ask why you dislike Bakugou so much when he changed so much? Like, his devotion to Midoriya is real and he truly is a hero.

(Hope you don't mind to have follower who is Bakugou fan and BKDK shipper)

I have made a lot of posts about why I hate Bakugou.

It's not because he's a bad person. A bad person can be a great character. Shigaraki is one of my favorite characters in the series. I have a lot of issues with Bakugou as a character, not a person.

A big issue is probably how everyone treats him, especially in comparison to other characters. Bakugou can be as callous and spiteful as he wants and so many characters trip over themselves to praise him. Aizawa (I'll get to him in a second), All Might, and the other teachers don't see fit to correct his behavior, even when he's been violent towards his other classmates (mainly Izuku). Worse, Aizawa outright favors him.

Bakugou punched Izuku during the Final Exam and refused to cooperate. What did Aizawa do? Nothing. He passed him even though he failed Sero, who sacrificed himself to save Mineta. He doesn't even scold Bakugou for this even though he scolded Uraraka and Aoyama during the Training Camps.

Monoma isn't even half as bad as Bakugou. At worst, he gives 1A a hard time occasionally. But 1A absolutely can't stand him. Bakugou's friends- Kirishima and Sero- are Monoma's biggest critics.

Then there's how the narrative bends over backwards to make Bakugou seem like a better person. And why I hate Aizawa is that most of the time it's through him. Bakugou is accused of going too hard on Uraraka? Aizawa scolds the crowd to blatantly tell us- the viewers- that they don't know what they're talking about and that Bakugou respects Uraraka as an opponent.

Which isn't even true. He a) blatantly told Uraraka that she should have given up and b) assumed her plan was Izuku's doing. Aizawa was dead wrong, even though he's supposed to be a way to tell us what's going on. And this isn't even the only time he does this, he also defended Bakugou's behavior to the journalists and said that he would work on improving it.

Except he didn't. But this was a way to, once again, shut down criticism of Bakugou. Everyone who criticizes Bakugou even a little is antagonized to make him look better than he is: the pros at the Sports Festival, the journalists, Monoma, etc.

Izuku is also forced to be a tool to make Bakugou's development look better. He was forced to validate Bakugou's insecurities during Deku vs Kacchan Part 1. We're told, by All Might, that Izuku doesn't hold Bakugou's behavior against him. Even Bakugou's apology was less about Izuku- his victim- and more about making Bakugou look better. Izuku, as one of my favorite characters, deserves better than that.

Also, to me, Bakugou's "change" isn't all that significant. He still does most of the things he did before, it was just changed to be more comedic. Bakugou didn't actually change, he got a character shift to make it easier to redeem him. How can I say he's changed when none of the other characters hold him accountable?

I hate Aizawa because he's a bad teacher and a hypocrite. He's constantly scolding and berating Izuku, but says almost nothing to Bakugou. Accuses All Might of favoritism when he had a whole protege on the side he was trying to get into the hero course. Constantly berates his class for their faults while doing nothing to make them better.

Again, during the Final Exam, he had five other students who failed. Students he could have easily worked with prior to that exam. But he was fine bending over backwards to make sure Bakugou passed. He's a bad teacher that the series tries to make out to be better than he is.

Also, I do NOT hate mlm shipping. Zolu is one of my favorite ships ever. I hate yaoi shippers who feel the need to bash female characters for getting in the way of their ship (or being shipped with a male character in Katara's case). It's blatant misogyny, just because it's gay doesn't mean it's not prejudiced. Uraraka gets treated terribly by BakuDeku shippers, or she's shipped with Tsu or Toga, tucked away in a background sapphic ship where she can't interfere. That's just as bad as bashing her because it's using a sapphic ship as a tool to prop a gay ship.

I don't hate mlm shipping. I hate how some of my favorite characters are treated because of it. There's also an issue with it fetishizing gay men for straight women, but that's another issue entirely.

My hatred for BakuDeku is actually separate from this. It's a ship built off of abuse. The abuse even persists in their platonic relationship, it would absolutely maintain in a romantic relationship. BakuDeku benefits Bakugou and only Bakugou, not Izuku.

I think Bakugou is so well liked because his gimmick of tough and edgy entices a lot of people. He had a lot of fans before he started to get redeemed. And now with his "great" character development, it justifies a lot of people's love for him.

[ohthewh0rror]

MATTHEO RIDDLE: DATING HEADCANONS

A/N: if you’re looking for a “bad boy” with behavioral issues, but none of the homicidal tendencies, look no further than Tom Riddles son! (Or in some cases his brother, an idea I still don’t understand)

Honestly he flirts with you at first as a joke.

Which sounds bad! I know! But he wasn’t doing it to make fun of you. He’s a flirt, that’s just who he is, it’s harmless fun.

That’s the dynamic for a while: the whole annoying classmate and/or housemate that teases you who you say you can’t stand but are sad when they aren’t in class.

Once he does start to develop a crush on you, the teasing let’s up, and he starts just having genuine conversations with you.

You think this is him losing interest in you, so imagine your surprise when he says, “you know you’re my girlfriend, right?”.

And that was the start of the relationship!

Let’s get real here: Mattheo would not be a “bad boy 🥰”. He’s a boy with serious authority and anger issues. The childhood trauma this boy has from having Voldemort as his father is through the fucking roof.

The relationship is very fragile, it’s a on-again-off-again type of relationship for a long time.

One minute he’s the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, and the next you’re screaming at him to get away from you because of something he’s said or done.

It always ends the same: you ignore each other for a while, no one apologizes, and then one day Mattheo will start talking to you again like the argument 2 weeks ago didn’t happen. Now you’re back together.

This relationship is never going to last though unless Mattheo can work through his personal problems.

Mattheo wouldn’t be a bad ex to have, unless you two ended on a bad note. Mattheo enjoys ruining other people’s life/day for fun, and he will do the same to you if you crossed him in some way.

On a good note!! Let’s get the sweet side of him:

Loves to play with your hair. Takes the ends of your hair and twirls them around his finger.

Gets you things he thinks you would like, even if it’s just a little trinket he saw while out at Hogsmeade, he will buy it and bring it back to you saying he has a surprise for you.

Loves to situate himself between your legs, resting his head on you, his cheek squished against your chest as you run your nails lightly across his upper back.

Helps you study by making up ridiculous games to play using cards. It also helps take your mind off the nervousness you may have about said test.

If you’re having a bad day he won’t hesitate to sweep his thumb under your eyes, wiping the tears away and pulling you in for bone crushing hug.

Has no problem letting you cry it out on his shoulder, and honestly gives you great advice, no matter your situation.

Is always on your side!! Literally your #1 supporter.

Even when you two are on a break and you’re not speaking to each other, he will not let anyone disrespect you. Any hateful word uttered about you is met with him smashing said persons face in.

Mattheo takes care of your needs first in bed. Makes you cum before he’ll fuck you.

It doesn’t matter if he has to finger you, eat you out, etc. he’ll do it every time if it’ll get you off.

Loves aftercare, is very touchy after the fact, and it’s why (contrary to popular belief) he’s not the biggest fan of quickies.

Might call you a ‘bitch’ and a ‘whore’ in bed, but never outside of that.

He refers to you as “my girl” to his friends, but uses pretty generic pet-names to your face.

Will refer to you as his “sweet girl” even if you’re an absolutely terrible human being!!

Because to them you may be awful, but to him you’re the best things that’s ever walked earth.

Marriage/Father bonus:

First of all: doesn’t want kids.

You two probably won’t have kids because he’d be very cautious.

But!!! If you two did have an accidental baby, he’d be a girl dad.

Though he didn’t want kids at first, he is a good dad in the end. Well, as good as someone with his trauma can be.

Tries to be the father that his wasn’t.

You two get married either way!! It’s your dream wedding, he will spare no expenses for you. If it makes you happy, he’ll find a way to make it happen.

[theladyofpaleroses]

Briar x Faybelle - Like… Why…

look I love a good non-canon ship (Kaveh x Alhaitham for life - grow up and let them be together hoyo) and I love a good WLW ship (as a literal lesbian) but this ship does not work. Every scene they are in together (which can I just say they have a total of 1:13 screen time together in the show and other then that are just connected due to being in the same fairytale) and in none of it do they look like they like each other. Everyone they share the screen and interact it’s just Faybelle being a bitch to Briar or Briar being uncomfortable. To show this - here are a quick description of their main (and basically only) scenes together. 1. Faybelle is talking about how much she has ever wanted to go to a forest fest (I’m pretty sure mockingly) and Briar is glaring at her with the other background characters. 2. Briar is talking to Cyrstal about how Faybelle invites herself places a lot and it’s kinda a problem. Something that shows nothing as Briar - clearly the biggest party host of EAH - would know from Faybelle crashing her party’s - not because they are any sorts of close. Briar calls out how she got it from her mother and then Faybelle pops in - saying since they don’t have Freya they need a magical fairy. Both Briar and Crystal look very uncomfortable here.

3. Briar is talking about what Sleeping beauty as a tale stands for and Faybelle chimes in to talk about essentially how amazing she is. Briar rolls her eyes and clearly is not happy with Faybelles interjecting.

4. Faybelle just elbows Briar while talking

5. Briar is clearly scared shitless as they are going to have to go into the spindle room form their fairy tale. Faybelle makes fun of her and calls her a wimp for this very well founded fear of hers and mockingly tells her she doesn’t have to come if she doesn’t want to

6. She literally dares Briar to touch the spindle that would take her out for 100 years until Crystal stops her.

7. she makes fun of Briar for almost touching it & how she would have been out for a 100 years.

and that concludes all of the twos scenes together. You can clearly see these two barely like each other as aquatints, much less enough to be lovers. To try and get a perspective on why people ship this, because clearly in the show it’s not their.

People view it as a way for Briar to escape her curse is to date Faybelle (so she wouldn’t curse her) - this point falls a part when you literally just look at Briars character. Her point is being the first royal to not sign the story book of legends (not the first to disagree with their fate as I’m pretty the first royal to officially in the story go against was ether her or Ella) and threw it into the well that leads to wonderland to rid herself of having to face her destiny. That’s how she gets out of her curse and follows her own destiny- the literal point of the show.

any other reason I have found is “it would be cute”, & “I like hero x villain ships” - which you do you but I don’t feel like we can act their some perfect cute ship. This ship completely ignores their characters (as at least I see them, though personally think it’s what was intended). Faybelle isn’t a good person or someone who doesn’t want to be a villain - you can clearly tell everytime she is on that she like and takes pleasure in being a bad person. For crying out loud she literally became the right hand to the evil queen when she tried to take over EAH and potentially kill her classmates bc she just kinda wanted to. She is not someone who is meant to be forgiven or redeemed. Briar - on the other hand - I feel is kinda undermined with a love interest, it just doesn’t fit her character.

anyways - theirs my rant, feel free to ask more about my opinions or argue it because I would love to know more about why they are shipped.

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Sword gays showdown preliminaries

Propaganda:

For Kazuma Asogi:

ok so he’s not CANONICALLY queer but it’s ace attorney. so… he does, however, canonically have a katana! a sword so integral to the plot it gives me shivers just thinking about it. the sword also has a name, it’s karuma (translates roughly to karma) and it gets passed onto the main character, ryunosuke naruhodo (who he calls partner), after kazuma (spoiler alert) dies in case 1-2. except (SUPER spoiler alert!) he isn’t dead! he comes back in case 2-3 and would you look at that he has ANOTHER SWORD, a more european sword (cause he ended up in england after his amnesia brain said he REALLY had to go to england). once he gets his memories back, ryunosuke gives karuma back to him and proceeds to use it to destroy the wax figure of his dead presumed serial killer dad (long story), and now he has, you guessed it, TWO SWORDS! for the next two cases he wears both swords at his sides, and also he broke the tip off of karuma attempting to murder someone (he didn’t actually murder anyone but still) and then turns out karuma’s hilt has the REAL serial killer’s will in it. very VERY important sword. in the end, kazuma gives karuma back to ryunosuke which is really symbolic but that’s besides the point, and they cross swords and it’s a whole big thing. 10/10 gay sword guy.

For Raiden:

Man catches knives with his heels and uses a sword to cut through robots 20 times his size

He's such a tragic character! Raised to be a super soldier from birth and is constantly being exploited by the government. As for the lgbt part him and his rival in the latest game he's in have so much tension it's unreal (gay). I headcanon him as trans too because he has a feminine figure, his voice gets more masculine as the series goes on (testosterone) and his entire body gets replaced with cybernetics (trans allegory...)

For Claudine Saijou:

Fights with a longsword! Should be number 1 for this line alone: “For heroes, there are trials. For saints, there are temptations. For me, there is you”, said to def not her girl crush but rival btw (stream Revue of Soul) Vote for my disaster theatre kid its what she deserves!

Her gay levels are off the charts. She has a homoerotic rivalry with another classmate (Maya Tendo/Tendou Maya) that is integral to her character, as she was always first until she met Maya. She’s also half-French, but that’ll be important later. When she’s looking at pictures of Maya stretching (to study her form of course) and another character asks her what she’s looking at, she panics, blushes, and says none of your business. Her and Maya have a heartfelt conversation while stretching with Claudine’s face pressed into Maya’s chest (between her stomach and breasts). Some art from a magazine has Maya pushing Claudine into a deep stretch, but it looks like something a lot different (Claudine blushing doesn’t help. Also I realized that there’s a lot of gay stuff related to stretching with these two).

During a two on two duel (I know it’s not a duel), they fight together. Not only that, but at one point they hold hands and take a pose typical of romantic partners in dancing. For no reason. They just pause and do it to show off. They aren’t even fighting. Anyways, when they lose, Claudine starts crying, not because she lost, but because Maya lost. So, of course, Maya starts speaking to her in French, with one of the things she says being “You’re cute even when you cry, my Claudine.” All of this is stuff that’s happened in the series (except the magazine thing).

Now for the gay stuff in the movie. Their duel with each other is so dense with sapphic undertones they can hardly be called undertones. For starters, the song that accompanies this revue is called “A Beautiful Person, or Perhaps it is.” While this title is incomplete, the director states that he wanted the watcher to fill it in and this removed the end of the original title. That title is “A Beautiful Person, or Perhaps it is a Love Song.” The duel is framed as a fight between a hero (Maya) and a devil (Claudine). Maya is in an outfit reminiscent of Renaissance Italy and Claudine is in a suit. Thus, Maya signs a contract giving her soul over to Claudine, as is the case with marriage. With her own blood, in the shape of Position Zero (an important symbol in the show), which happens to look like a T, for Tendou. After a few minutes of fighting, Maya disappears and monologues, appearing in a white dress. This means that Maya has signed her soul over to Claudine, and they are now both wearing a white dress and suit. Not beating the gay marriage allegations. Maya finished her monologue with “For heroes, there are trials. For saints, there are temptations. For me, there is a devil.” They continue to fight, Maya proclaiming herself emotionless and empty. Maya then cuts the medallion from Claudine’s chest (they wear medallions and you lose the duel if it gets cut off).

Claudine falls. Maya attempts to claim victory by stabbing her sword into Position Zero, which is then covered by steel doors. Claudine sits up and reveals she has another medallion in her mouth, which she does by sticking out her tongue in a uhhhh. Anyways, after a bit of back and forth, Claudine tells Maya that she’s full of arrogance and pride and envy and longing. She then says that “No matter how many times I die, I will revive! Tendou Maya! To beat you, my rival, into submission!” She then makes her stage entrance, taking Maya’s usual entrance speech and mocking it. She also says “I fill myself with exploding passion, now, and bash it into your heart!” After some talking, Maya makes her stage entrance, taking Claudine’s usual entrance speech and mocking it. Up until now, they have been playing characters, but still letting their own emotions shine through. Now, they are entirely themselves.

They begin to fight again, running downs white aisle before clashing swords, with Maya saying “Such an ugly, emotion drenched appearance-“ and is cut off by Claudine, who says “Show me more, Tendou Maya! Right now, you’re the cutest you’ve ever been!” To which Maya responds “I’m always cute!”  The song starts up again (duels are accompanied by songs), with Maya singing “With a grin of deception I’ll tear this piece of cloth.” Deception in Japanese is mayakashi, a reference to Maya’s name. Maya then sings “I want to show you my feelings becoming dyed in black.” Black is Kuro in Japanese. Claudine, in Katakana, is Kurodine, with her nickname being Kuro, so that line could also be interpreted “I want to show you my feelings becoming dyed in you.” Claudine then sings “Only me, always, forever,” before they sing in unison “You only need to look at me,” as they lock blades. Some fighting happens and they’re falling through the sky, holding onto each others clothes and Claudine says “Only I can make you lay everything bare!” To which Maya responds “I’ll expose my everything, on the stage!” Claudine shoots back with “There’s a partner you can expose everything to, on the stage!” At this point, there’s a short time with independent vocals for Maya and Claudine in addition to their talking. Maya has been singing “If I’m on the stage, if I’m in front of you,” for the last two lines of dialogue. Claudine sings “Be it ugly or beautiful,” as Maya sings “I will expose, anything and everything, all of me, all of me.” As this happens, Maya is saying “We love the stage,” which is continued by Claudine saying “And we can’t part from the stage!” Maya calls them both “Pathetic clowns!” To which Claudine corrects “No, rivals!” Maya says “If you’re there, I have to strive higher!” Claudine says “You make me even more beautiful! Maya!” Maya then yells “Claudine!” Claudine yells “For heroes, there are trials!” Maya continues “For saints, there are temptations!” Then, as one, their swords crossed, faces inches from each other, yell “For me, there is you!” Over top of this, their voices sing a line in unison: “Forever and ever, I’d like to cross swords with you.”

Claudine’s sword stabs through the contract, through the Position Zero in blood, which may be Maya’s family name, and Maya says as an aside “Saijou Claudine… You are beautiful.” Claudine cuts the medallion from Maya’s chest, finally beating her rival.