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mondregen · 6 years ago

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“Have you used a portal before?” Minchan asks the question like he doesn’t care much about the answer. The click of his heels on the pavement is distracting, a staccato in bright pink. He’s a lot to handle in the group chat, but even more of a handful in real life. Glittery eyeshadow and perfectly manicured nails, he’s a living doll, making mock kissy faces at every person walking by who dares to stare. A force of nature if Lysander ever saw one. “Hello? Are you listening?”

Minchan snapping his fingers in his face brings Lysander back to reality. “Um, what? Sorry, I wasn’t… “ With a huff and a quick wave of his hand, Minchan dismisses his reply. “It doesn’t matter, does it. I’m not walking all the way to Rei’s stupid forest. I’m not going to let my baby witch do it, either.” As always when Minchan uses this nickname of his, Lysander’s heart skips a beat. It’s one thing to read it, yet another entirely to hear it. And maybe it’s imagination, but something fond colors it, something soft. Lysander fights a smile, biting his lower lip hard. It’s somehow endearing, that particular brand of a handful Minchan is. He drags him into some alley, its dead end around a brickwalled corner. From his jacket’s pocket he pulls a piece of white chalk, and promptly begins to draw a circle lined and filled with odd symbols on the wall closest to him. Lysander watches in awe and confusion both. “Oh,” Minchan says, shooting him a grin over his shoulder. “It’s for the portal. You see, for some magic, we need preparation. Magic circles, sometimes little sacrifices, that sort of thing. It’s too advanced for you right now.” Instead of dampening his mood, this revelation makes Lysander’s stomach flip in joy. “I’ll… learn this, too?” “Of course!” Minchan finishes his work off and takes a step back, pocketing the chalk again. “You’ll learn this, and how to make potions, and, if Hiroki doesn’t tell me not to, I might just teach you some conjuring, too. Just… don’t go trying to summon some demon, yes? That never goes well.” Once again, Lysander only half listens, too entranced by the casualness of Minchan going about his business. He squares his shoulders and places an outstretched hand into the very center of the circle. As soon as his fingers touch the chalk, it springs to life, glowing a gentle white. Minchan pulls his hand back slowly. The circle lifts off the wall, sticking to his skin like a spiderweb. It hangs in the air, still connected to Minchan’s hand. Lysander’s jaw falls open. Of course, Minchan notices. “Neat, isn’t it? Wait until you see Qiaomeng doing it. He doesn’t even need a surface, just draws the thing in the air right away. Talented bastard.” He falls silent, eyes closed. The glow of the circle brightens. Around it, the air flimmers like it does in the hot summer sun. Lysander inhales, catching the slightest whiff of ozone. Minchan balls his hand into a loose fist, only his forefinger sticking out. He drags the pad of it down the length of the circle, and, little by little, it breaks open in the wake of his touch. When Minchan reaches the end, the chalk peels back in its entirety, revealing a swirl of muted purples and greens dispersed in a sea of endless black. It takes over the circle, stretching to about Minchan’s height. It stops as soon as it touches the ground. Lysander’s heart flutters in his chest. His arms break out in goose-flesh. “Wow,” is all he manages to press out. Minchan hums. “This is a portal. It’s like… a door, except it leads into someone’s home if that someone allows it. Rei isn’t a fan of it, but he lets us use one, anyhow.” “Why doesn’t he like it?” “A talented witch could trace this magic back to him. I’ll have Parfait erase as much of it after we’re done as she can, but there’ll always be some leftover in places spells were used. Rei’s mostly worried someone might have the idea to murder him in his sleep, really.” Lowering his voice, Minchan adds, “He’s got a bit of a reputation. The plants he grows are highly sought after, some impossible to get around these parts unless you want to pay a hefty sum. He has all reason to be cautious.” Lysander makes a little noise of understanding. All he knows about Rei is that he lives in a forest -- magical and weird, as Qiaomeng had put it -- and that he’s powerful, too. He should have asked more questions. “Anyway.” Minchan grasps him gently by the shoulders and steers him towards the portal. “It’s best if you close your eyes and keep your limbs pressed to your body until you’re back on solid ground. Got it? I’ll be right behind you.” Before Lysander gets another word in, Minchan pushes him. Everything goes dark. His stomach swoops again, but not at all in joy this time. He finds himself hovering in nothingness before he’s swept away. Like a tornado toying with a skinny branch, he’s scooped up and tossed about, a deafening roar in his ears. Static sticks to his skin, crawling across it in a numbing tingle. Lysander opens his mouth to scream, but no sound makes it out. A flash of green breaks through the dark. Lysander slams face first into a tree, its leaves shivering with the impact. “Oh. Oh, no,” a voice close to him says. Someone places a hand on his shoulder in cadence to a wave of nausea flooding through him. Lysander retches, hunching over. The hand moves to pat his back, all gentle. “There, there. Travelling with portals is never fun, I’m afraid. He should have told you.” He chances a look to his right, to where the voice is coming from, and is met with bare feet on mossy forest floor. Pressing the back of his hand to his mouth, he straightens slowly. Miles and miles of forest stretch out around him, trees and bushes and a little creek gently running its course. Birdsong fills the space, lined with the rustle of leaves overhead. Rei lives in a forest. This forest. “Is everything alright again?” the voice asks, and the hand disappears. Lysander nods absently. “Sorry, I… oh.” A young man steps into his view -- the one those bare feet belong to -- and gives him an encouraging, but small smile. He’s taller than Lysander is, his hair a warm shade of blond reminiscent of honey. Something about him is… off. His skin is too perfect, his movements just shy of oily. There’s a startling darkness to his eyes. Not human, his instincts scream at him, though he passes as one well enough. The portal buzzes. Minchan emerges with grace, touching his feet to the ground as though he were a cat leaping off the sofa. He beams at the both of them, the definition of cheeky. “I see you’ve already met our hermit.” The not-quite-human huffs, crossing his arms. A few heads of flowers peek through his hair, all varying shades of red. “Why did you let him go through it like this? It’s dangerous.” “Oh, relax. Don’t talk to me about dangerous. You grow flesh-eating plants.” “ -- that never harm anyone unless I tell them to --” “Right. That makes it better.” The puzzle pieces click belatedly. “Oh!” Lysander says, clutching at his chest. “You’re Rei!” Rei turns toward him, wearing the same smile as before. “And you’re Lysander. I’ll get you something for the queasiness. Portals get to everyone the first time, especially if you’re not fully prepared.” He shoots Minchan a weighty look at his last few words. Minchan retaliates by sticking out his tongue. Rei ignores him. “Come, I’ll show you inside.” “Inside”, as it turns out, is a little hut hidden behind layers of what Minchan calls “glamour”. After a simple wave of Rei’s hand, it appears out of thin air, flimmering at the edges like Minchan’s circle had done. It sits in the middle of a fenced in, lush garden, a plethora of brightly colored flowers and plants. Some, Lysander recognizes, but others he’s never seen in his life. A walkway of grey stones leads to the entrance door, heavy looking and wooden. The door swings open on its own, or so it appears. Rei bends down to pick something up, cupping it ever so gently in his palms. It’s a tiny, albino hedgehog. “Thank you, Lilac.” Rei presses a kiss to the hedgehog’s forehead. The hedgehog makes a noise that sounds suspiciously flustered. “This is my familiar,” Rei follows it up with, showing Lilac to Lysander. “Say hello. Try to be friends. I’d hate for you two to not get along.” Lysander wrings his hands, staring at Lilac. Lilac doesn’t move, either, staring right back. “Um. H-hello. It’s nice to meet you.” Lilac raises his little snout into the air, and Rei frowns down at him. “What did I just say? Play nice.” Still, Lilac doesn’t look very impressed. He turns around in Rei’s palms before he vanishes in a shimmery flash of light. Rei shakes his head. “Don’t mind him. He needs a bit to warm up to someone.” Minchan mutters something about it being Rei’s own fault for never socializing. He goes ignored again. The inside of Rei’s hut is surprisingly normal. All his furniture is wooden or partly wooden, from the round table in the kitchen to the sofa lined with the plushest cushions and pillows to the TV stand. Herbs and flowers hang from every wall, both dried and fresh. The most outlandish item is the big cauldron in the middle of the kitchen, a fire lit underneath it. Whatever’s inside it bubbles gently, filling the air with a sweet, herby scent. Of all the cliched witch-things Lysander expected to see, this is the most accurate to his imaginations. Upon closer inspection, however, he finds that the TV and the kitchen itself are both highly modern. Rei even owns a gaming console. How and where is he getting his electricity from? Something tells him the answer will either be magic, or so mundane that he would have never considered it. A question for another day. Rei gathers them together in the middle of the living room and has them sit on the floor after pushing the coffee table aside. He hands Lysander a small pill and a glass of water instead of the potion he’d expected, and Lysander gulps both down. Apparently, even witches have a need for regular medicine. Perhaps solving everything with magic is against the rules. If there are any rules. He has so much to learn. “Did you bring the salves?” Rei asks, seated cross-legged next to Lysander. A few days earlier, Rei instructed him to prepare a couple of standard salves to put on wounds, ones that his job as a nurse has long familiarized him with. He’d told him to make them with the intent to heal, to concentrate on and visualize the process of a wound closing. So Lysander had done exactly that. And though he’d found himself tempted to test them, himself, he thought it more prudent to wait until both Minchan and Rei could ascertain their capabilities. If they had any special ones, anyhow. Lysander gives a quick nod, taking the two small, rotund plastic containers out of his sling bag. They used to be filled with store-bought skin care, serving this purpose just fine. Rei takes them with a grateful nod. One he hands Minchan, the other he keeps, unscrewing the lid. He tilts it gently in his palm so the light catches in the creaminess of the salve, making it glisten. He brings it up to his face to smell it, humming as he does. Whether or not it’s a satisfied noise, Lysander can’t tell. “They smell nice,” Minchan comments, tilting his container every which way like Rei had done. “Why’d you make him make these?” Rei smiles, that same, small smile, but there’s an edge to it. Smug. “Because I asked him what he’s interested in. Have you done the same?” Minchan sputters. “I -- you know, it’s not like we can just jump into what he likes. He needs basics. That’s what I’m concerned about.” This playful back and forth is just as endearing as Minchan’s whirlwind persona. Lysander can’t stop himself from giggling, which earns him a wider smile from Rei and a noise from Minchan like he’s terribly martyred. But he’s smiling, too, unable to hide it even behind that huffy facade. “Well,” Rei says after a moment of comfortable silence, “I suppose we’ll need to test these.” He gets up and walks over to the kitchen to rummage in a drawer. What he pulls out glints silvery in his palm, and only when he sits back down, it becomes clear what it is. A knife. Vines snake around its handle, deep green in color. The blade itself is simple and two-edged, a small symbol etched into the very tip of it. Rei reaches out, takes one of Minchan’s hands and quickly drags the knife from one side of his palm to the other. Minchan yelps. “What the fuck?! Have you lost your --” Minchan struggles, but Rei tightens his grasp on his hand, keeping him in place. Blood wells up from the cut, beading along the surface. “As I said, we need to test his salves,” Rei says, his voice unaffected. He turns his attention towards Lysander, who has since frozen in his spot. His heart hammers in his chest, a new wave of sickness sloshing in his stomach. As used as he is to seeing blood, a warning would have been nice. Minchan struggles again, but it’s still in vain. He goes slack a moment after, averting his eyes. “I’m going to be sick.” Rei hums vaguely, still looking at Lysander. “Which one of them would you use for a cut like this?” “Um.” Lysander slowly inches forward to take a closer look at the cut. It’s not deep, something that would heal just fine on its own once its dressed. He picks up one of his salves, offering it to Rei. “This one.” “Well, go on then. Put it on.” Lysander blinks at him. None of this is what he’d expected of this get-together, but he doesn’t have the luxury to complain. Hesitating, he asks Rei for something to clean the blood up with, and Rei disappears again only to return with a damp washcloth. Lysander wipes the cut down, careful not to hurt Minchan too much, before he dips a finger into the salve, coating the pad of it with the thinnest layer. “This… might sting a little,” he warns as he gently rubs the salve along the cut. Even before he manages to reach the end of it, the cut begins to close. He and Minchan both gape at it, at the way the skin knits together on its own right in front of their eyes. Lysander finishes his job to watch the rest of it close, too, leaving Minchan’s palm pristine as if nothing ever happened. No scab, no scar. Nothing. “Holy shit,” Minchan whispers in awe, inspecting his hand up close. Next to him, Rei chuckles. “I knew it would work the moment you handed it to me. You must have felt that, too, Minchan.” Minchan, rubbing his thumb along the spot where the cut used to be, nods dumbly. “I… felt something, sure. But I’m not good at healing magic. I couldn’t tell it was going to be like this.” Rei wipes his knife down with the damp washcloth. It’s all a little much to take in -- Rei being so casual, Minchan so shocked, this place and Lysander’s salve actually working. His head spins with this slew of information. Judging by the softness of Rei’s face, he’s noticed. He puts a hand on Lysander’s shoulder, squeezing gently. “You have a talent. Very potent magic. You’ll make a great healer one day, baby witch.” For the umpteenth time, Lysander’s heart skips a beat.

#❝ a movie called life // lysander stories.#❝ a movie called life // minchan stories.#❝ a movie called life // rei stories.#❝ a movie called life // lilac stories.

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sternenkrone-a-blog · 6 years ago

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Wyatt crosses the threshold like a whirlwind. His face is pale, a sickly ash paired with something in his eyes that speaks of plain horror. In his arms, he carries a bundle of blankets. A moving bundle of blankets. He brushes past Lysander without a word, heading straight into the living room. The last time he’s seen his brother like this, their father had raised his hand against Lysander for the first time out in the open. The same look of shock, the same fear that goes bone-deep. But there’s no anger woven through this time. Only the face of a scared boy.

“Did something happen?” Lysander asks softly as he takes a seat next to Wyatt. His eyes are fixed on the bundle in his lap -- which still writhes. Here Lysander thought maybe he’d imagined that. Wyatt bites his lip. There are dark circles under his eyes, almost as though they’re bruises. But his eyes are reddened, blood vessels popped the way they do when he doesn’t sleep well and goes to work trying not to fall asleep. He nods, a little frantic, and winces when Lysander raises a hand to place it between his shoulder blades. “I think I’m losing it,” he whispers, and his voice shakes. Lysander furrows his brows. “Losing it?” “It’s,” Wyatt begins and slips a hand into the bundle on his lap. It makes a sound between a purr and a satisfied grunt. “The other day, I was… we were having dinner. The boys and I. And Sicheng was hogging the cucumber salad, and I -- I didn’t wanna get up and get it, but he wasn’t listening ‘cause he was talking to -- anyway, I wanted that salad and I was really annoyed and suddenly the bowl stood right in front of me. Just. Gone. Like… “ He licks his lips. Runs his free hand through his hair, unstyled like it seldom is. Turning his head, he gives Lysander a brief look as though he tries to gauge his reaction but doesn’t have the heart to stay for the result. Lysander’s chest tightens at the sight. “And that… happened again, a few days later. So I sat down and… and… “ His eyes drift away to the scented candle sitting on the coffee table. He extends his free hand, frowns, and from one second to the next, the candle sits snugly in his palm. Lysander’s mouth drops open. “You saw that, right?” Wyatt asks, staring at Lysander again. “I told the others, but they didn’t notice shit, and told me I needed to take a nap or something. But I don’t need a damn nap. Please, tell me you saw that.” Quickly, Lysander nods. “I saw that, yes. You moved the candle without actually moving it.” Wyatt lets out a breath that sounds uncharacteristically relieved. He puts the candle away and leans back, shoulders slumping. “You saw it. Thank god.” The bundle in his lap makes the same noise as before, still writhing under the heap of blankets. This is the exact definition of a deja vu. When Lysander’s magic first manifested, it started out with tiny things, too. Turning on the electric kettle from his spot on the couch, switching off the light without having to physically do it. He’d chalked it up to being forgetful at first, to having done everything the way it’s supposed to and simply forgetting about it. But Wyatt is acutely aware of what’s happening, albeit scared of it. To think he would possess the same powers Lysander does is beyond odd. He’d thought him to be fully human. Touch gentle, he brings his hand up to run it through the hairs on the back of Wyatt’s head. Wyatt melts into it, leans to the side to settle his weight against Lysander’s shoulder. When he speaks again, his eyes have drifted closed. “But that’s not the weirdest part.” He unpacks the bundle on his lap, all careful and slow. There, in between soft fabric sits a small animal, a puppy with golden fur and a mane like a lion. It yips and shivers and tries to burrow back into the blanket. Wyatt curves a palm around its head. It nuzzles into it an instant. “Wyatt,” Lysander whispers, gaze fixed on the puppy. “Is that --” “So you can see him?” Wyatt interrupts him. He straightens in his seat, curling his fingers under the puppy’s chin. “None of the others can. That’s weird, right? How can that be?” Lysander doesn’t have an answer. This puppy, this tiny bundle of fur, is a product of Wyatt’s magic -- that much he is sure of. But why would it be invisible to other people? And, more importantly, why does he see it, then? Tentative at first, he reaches out to let the puppy sniff his fingers. It looks up at him with wide, crimson-red eyes and wags its tail. Wyatt watches, looking from Lysander to the puppy and back. “He… says you smell nice.” “Oh.” Lysander’s face softens. He rubs a finger over the puppy’s nose, then scratches it gently behind its perky ears. “Thank you, little one.” Wyatt still looks beyond spooked, but some of the tension has left his body. It’s easy to imagine what he went through. Discovering all of this and having nobody believe him takes a toll even on someone like him, usually so full of confidence and wit. He seems much younger like this. More innocent. “How… did you get him?” Lysander asks after a short stretch of silence, and it makes Wyatt curl in on himself a little. He takes a deep breath, as though to steel himself. “I went to bed early yesterday ‘cause I was feeling like shit. When I woke up in the middle of the night, he was… right there. Sleeping next to me. So I just went back to sleep. I still felt like ass and was pretty sure I was dreaming. But then he woke me up, licking my face all over. And when I went to tell the others, they didn’t believe me. ‘Cause they can’t see him.” He marks a pause, brows knitting together. “He… talks. That’s… super weird, right? But only I can hear him. Else you would’ve… caught that comment. I don’t know what’s happening, Lys.” Lysander brings his hands up to Wyatt’s face to cup it. “That’s all right, little brother. I do.” “Y-you do?” Wyatt’s eyes go wide. “It’s nothing terrible, I promise. You’re not crazy.” As he speaks, he calls for Almond over their rapport, and he appears like he always does with a quiet poof, perching himself atop Lysander’s shoulder. Immediately, Wyatt recoils. “What --” “He’s my familiar,” Lysander answers before Wyat finishes his question. “My… well, we’re connected. He speaks, too, but only I can hear it. I, and other familiars.” Cooing, Almond jumps down from Lysander’s shoulder to sniff curiously at the puppy. Who’s he? He’s tiny! Whatever the puppy responds makes Almond burst into giggles. “I still don’t get it,” says Wyatt with a frown, and he sounds so lost that all Lysander wants to do is pull him close and hug him. But he resists the urge, too determined to clear that confusion. “This’ll be a lot to take in,” he says, folding his hands in his lap. “And I know what it sounds like. I didn’t want to believe it at first, either.” This time, it’s him who takes a deep breath. “I’m a witch, Wyatt. And I think you are, too. These things happening to you? It’s your magic manifesting. And this little guy,” he gestures towards the puppy, “is your familiar.” As expected, Wyatt gapes for a long, long moment, before he says, slowly, “You’re a… witch. Like… like in the movies? Potions and spells and… “ Lysander nods. “Yes. And no. It’s… a little different, I think. But I do work spells, and I do know how to make potions. I’m still starting out, but it’s getting there.” And just like that, a weight lifts from Lysander’s chest. How many times did he try to work up the courage to tell Wyatt this? How many times did he start, fully intending to stop hiding the truth, only to get scared at the very last second? Wyatt is difficult, after all. Ignorant in many ways, even if he doesn’t seem too conscious of it. He has his beliefs and his opinions, most of them formed by their close-minded parents, and changing them is like pulling teeth. So Lysander steels himself for a comment that may cut deep, may hurt. Instead, Wyatt nods, mouth still hanging open. “And I’m… like that, too? But why didn’t I know before? Why now?” “I’m not sure. My magic didn’t come around until a few months ago, either. So --” “A few months ago? You’ve been a -- a witch or whatever all this time and you didn’t tell me?” A laugh slips out of Lysander’s mouth, dry and void of humor. “How was I supposed to do that? How do you just tell someone this? I’m still learning, myself. Sometimes, it’s hard for me to believe it. I’m sorry, Wyatt. I wanted to tell you sooner, I really did.” Wyatt falls silent again. Pets the puppy, who has since started cuddling with Almond, like he did before, and then says, “I… need to think about this. Can you… can you take care of him for a while? Just… I don’t know.” The puppy startles with Wyatt moving to get up, yipping at him. “Wyatt, please. He’s your familiar. You can’t --” “I don’t -- care right now, okay? I need to… this is too much.” He’s on his feet before Lysander has a chance to stop him, out of the door before he gets another word in. A part of Lysander isn’t surprised, not about the reaction and not about how much it smarts, but another wishes that, for once, Wyatt would have changed. He looks down at the puppy -- Wyatt’s familiar -- and sighs. Almond licks the puppy all over in a means to soothe it, but it only makes the quiet whines that come out of its tiny snout louder, more miserable. Lysander grabs his phone and sends an emergency text Qiaomeng’s way. He, hopefully, will know what to do.

#( * a movie called life // lysander stories. )#( * a movie called life // wyatt stories. )#( * where the wild roses grow // witch verse. )#( =) )#abuse cw #( well. hinted at it anyway )

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pequenaotaku · 3 years ago

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And here are Margot's phases. As I said in the previous post, in the next few days I will be posting more about her. I already have all the drafts ready, I just need to proofread them, but since it's a lot and I'm too lazy...

Anyway, I intend to talk a little about each phase, not just show the images. Also, I'd like to add some more information about her that I haven't been able to include in the story text. So let's go!

(Again it's under the cut because there's a lot of text.)

First of all, despite wanting to be a painter and have her own gallery to exhibit her works, and being a great artist, she has a rare disorder called achromatic color blindness, in which people who have it don't see color, seeing the world on scales of color. black, white and grey. Margot always talked about how it would make her goal more difficult, but she never minded going against God and the world to prove she could. Of course, the beginning was complicated, but with the help of someone close (in childhood), she tried to learn and memorize every color that things had, as well as wanting to know which ones matched. It's inevitable that from time to time she ends up changing the colors of the palette or wearing very flashy clothes, making her look funny, but she really doesn't care. On the contrary, she loves it, because that way she can give people the joy they haven't had in the past, in addition to finding it fascinating. She always jokes that she's living inside an old movie, the ones without sound and in black and white. And one more reason why she wants so much to be a painter is because she wants to show people all the beautiful colors she could never see.

Second, she likes desserts (cheese cakes in particular), animals, and no matter how important what she's doing is, if her brother needs help, she'll drop everything to help him. In fact, he's always been very fond of her drawings and, when he can, watches her paint (so he can also help when she needs to know about colors).

High School Life:

17 years old.

She studied on Sweet Amoris, but was not in the same class as the main cast. And even though I never spoke to any of them, I always watched the students in the hallways. Some groups were very energetic and made her want to get closer, but it was too risky and she didn't have time.

His favorite class was art.

She didn't have much interest in the subjects, but she did her best to get good grades.

Between studies and work, whenever he had free time, however minimal, he drew in his notebook.

His part-time jobs consisted of generally being a store clerk. But she once helped sell balloons around the park.

She constantly had nightmares.

He's already been slapped to defend his brother.

Sometimes, noticing the atmosphere at home getting tense, she would look for her brother to go camping in the city's forest. Just so they can have some peace of mind.

Despite everything, she always tried to remain optimistic (especially in front of Mark). She needed to be to comfort her brother.

Alternative Life:

23 years old.

Margot has completely lost contact with her mother. She never visited her while she was in detention, nor did she seek her out afterwards. Honestly, she doesn't even know if she wants to see her again, as when the mess was resolved, relief turned to rancor.

Since she and Lysander started dating, of course they've had to do it from a distance, but they handle it well most of the time. Despite the anxiety/longing crises of one and the jealousy crises of the other.

Even though Lysander sometimes loses his cell phone or simply doesn't have time to call, they've always kept in touch. They never "temporarily ended" the relationship, although they sometimes went months without seeing each other in person.

She doesn't have a car, but Rosalya always borrows hers when she wants to make a surprise visit to the farm.

She got into the habit, whenever she went to the farm, of sleeping in the pastures after a long afternoon of drawing and improving herself surrounded by animals.

Because it is a very quiet place, she usually takes her brother so they can enjoy the calm together. After all, that was the dream they couldn't fulfill before: living in a quiet place.

Almost always, when she has a break from college, she travels to the farm.

She loves to paint in Lysander's company, as whenever she needs color advice, he describes it in a poetic way. That way, even if she doesn't see things as they are, it ends up entering her head as synesthesia, that is, she feels.

He created the habit of waking up very early to clean the house a little and take care of the animals. But sometimes, when she's about to get up, Lysander pulls her back onto the bed, giving her a bear hug. She ends up falling asleep again.

Love Life:

26 years old.

Shortly after graduating from college, she and her brother moved to the farm.

So that her family's mistakes would not be repeated, she opened her gallery on the outskirts of the countryside, close to where she lived.

Years ago, she started her career as a painter doing watercolor portraits of people in the city of Amoris (she liked to do a colored version and a colorless one, and ended up drawing attention for it, as it was not very common). When her agent, Yael, discovered her, she gained prestige in the art world, despite Margot's preference for a simpler life. In the future, this desire gave rise to the opening of his gallery in the countryside.

Her favorite wing in the gallery is the collection "The World Through My Eyes" because, despite being achromatic, it represents who she is. But his other collections are also rich in detail.

Even though it wasn't her main job, she made it a point to help out on the farm and help organize visits when she could.

#mcl high school life #mcl alternate life #mcl love life #mcl edit #my OC #headcanon #margot leblanc #amour sucre #my candy love #corazon de melón #amor doce

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melodyalanaroster · 4 years ago

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Warning: This is not for the faint of heart. This blurb has scenes that might trigger the reader. This blurb is VERY IMPORTANT to Alana’s Canon and parts of what is covered in here are mentioned in other blurbs. This simply goes into more detail.

“Please no! I don’t want to go!” Alana begged. “You have to.” Lynne sighed. “But, mom! Isn’t there anyone else who could do it! I don’t want to leave my friends! I can’t leave Nathaniel!” Alana’s voice wavered. “Sweetie, I’m sorry. You’re the only one free enough to be with me during this.” Lynne sighed. “I’ll try to make your living arrangements as comfortable as possible.” Nate attempted to boost Alana’s mood. “It doesn’t matter how comfortable my living arrangements are! What matters is that mom is sick and I’m being ripped away from my friends and the one I love to go half way around the world and watch my mother’s illness!” Alana cried.

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Alana stood in Agatha’s back yard. Her friends from Amouria sadly standing around. “Look! It’s not goodbye! We’ll all be together again one day!” Rosalaya cheered. “I don’t wanna go.” Alana sighed. “We’ll make it through this.” Nathaniel kissed her forehead. “I’ve got an idea! Let’s do presents!” Alexy attempted to smile. “Presents?” Alana asked. “Yeah. We all got stuff for you to remember us by!” Alexy replied. Alana lead them to the outdoor living space and sat down. Once everyone was seated, Rosalaya handed Alana a box. “The girls, Alexy and I have been working on this since you first told us you had to leave.” Rosalaya beamed. Alana opened the box and picked up the book that was inside. She looked through the pages and saw that it was all photos, drawings, poetry, stories and flattened items. “This is wonderful! Thank you!” Alana began to tear up as she set the book down on the table. “I guess it’s my turn.” Armin smiled as he stood up and handed a box to Alana. She opened the parcel and smiled. Inside was an Ocarina and a book on how to play it with songs. “I know you’re not that in to Zelda... But, maybe you can learn how to play “Lugia’s Song” with it.” He explained. “I promise, I’ll learn it. Thank you!” She grinned. She sat the Ocarina box on top of the album. Castiel and Lysander stood up and handed her two boxes. “They go together.” Lysander smiled. “Hopefully this will help it seem like we’re not so far away.” Castiel looked down and attempted to force himself to look cheery. “Its okay Cass. Don’t fake it.” Alana sighed. Castiel looked away and followed Lysander back to their seats. Alana opened Castiel’s package first and looked at it. “A CD?” She asked. “It’s all original songs. We found a recording studio that let us do it.” Lysander smiled. Alana’s eyes widened. “You got a band together just so I can hear you?” She asked. “Yeah.” Castiel grinned. “Open the one I gave you.” Lysander insisted. Alana opened the other box. She picked the item up and looked at it. “The lyrics to the songs that are on the CD, as well as personal notes are in it.” Lysander smiled. The item in her hand was one of Lysander’s notebooks. “It’s gonna be weird not helping you find or remember where you put these.” She grinned. “I know. And, normally, I wouldn’t give this out... But, I hope it will bring you comfort.” Lysander cooed.

After Alana opened all of their presents and thanked everyone, Rosalaya began asking Nathaniel what he got for her. “It’s a surprise. I’m gonna be one of the ones taking her to the airport, so, I’ve got a lot more time with her.” He replied as he gave Alana a loving look.

★

“Your mother is making progress, but she’s going to be somewhat immuno-compromised for the rest of her life.” The nurse explained as she and Alana stood outside the hospital room. “So, what does that mean?” Alana asked. “It means that her immune system is permanently impaired. I suggest that you tell her manager and publicist that she will have to limit her work and touring for a while.” the nurse explained. “I’ll have to discuss things with my step-father and the rest of my family. Mom’s publicist and manager will be quite angry. And don’t get me started on how her fans will react.” Alana began to stutter. “Surely they can’t be that bad.” The nurse commented. “Never underestimate the power of fandom. They all have their toxic sides. And not all of them are the most understanding people.” Alana explained.

★

“Well, you have two options. You could spend thousands of dollars to get rid of the clot, but his leg is already dead. His quality of life would be very poor, and the only way he wouldn’t be in pain would because of all the medicine he’d be taking. Or, you could euthanize him.” The vet spoke solemnly. Alana looked at him, shocked, then at the cat. “So, it’s either spend a ton of money for him to be alive but in pain, or let him die?” She had done her best to hold back tears, but one made its way through and slid down her cheek. “To put it plainly, yes.” the vet replied. She could tell Sylvester was in a lot of pain. She ran her hand along the cat’s body and thought for a minute. She desperately wanted to keep him alive, but she knew that it would be inhumane and selfish. “I don’t want to lose him... But I don’t want him to be in pain anymore...” Her voice wavered as more tears began to slide down her cheeks. He looked at her tired. She did her best to muster up an ounce of courage. “He may be “my” cat, but I know the family loves him. None of them would want me to let him live a life of pain... So, if it’s the only way for him to be free from this agony... T-Then it’s time to let him go.”

★

Alana sat at her desk working on her college work when her phone rings.

“Hello Carol.” “Melody! What is this about your mom not being able to tour as much when she gets better?” “Look, even with the best medicine that money can buy, her immune system is going to be permanently impaired. She’ll still be able to write and do things, but she’s going to have to be extra cautious.” “But her fans are expecting her to return to normal!” “Yeah, I’m aware of that. I’ve even told the medical team that this is going to be a road block. The fact is, her fans are going to have to get over it. If they truly care about her works, then they will understand. If they’re still irate about it, they can jump off a cliff for all I care.” -Carol scoffs- “Melody! You are supposed to be Lynne’s “Sweet Daughter!” don’t talk like your sister!” -Alana clenches her fists- “You know what? The last time I checked, YOU’RE NOT MY MOTHER! And, I don’t think that mom would appreciate her manager barking orders at me the way you do! Now, I am Melody Roster. I am my mother’s daughter! And if she and Sam have right to be upset and rude at times, then so do I!” “Melody!” “No! I have just told you that the literal TEAM of doctors, nurses and experts who are making sure my mom gets better have told me that she won’t be the same after this and you continue to complain as if its something I can magically fix! I expected this from the fans! But you? That makes this thing even worse!”

Alana hung up the call, plugged her phone into her computer, got onto video chat and called two people.

Nate: “Hey kiddo!” Verity: “Hey sweetie!” Alana plays the recording of her phone call with Carol. Nate and Verity are visibly upset. Alana: “Can we PLEASE get mom a new manager?!” Nate: “This is unacceptable!” Verity: “How dare she! How could anyone think that this kind of behavior is okay?” Nate: “Verity, if you help me, it shouldn’t take long for Carol to be dealt with.” Verity: “Of course I will! We mustn’t stand for this!’ Alana: “Thank you! I love ya’ll!”

★

Alana messages her friends.

“Rosa? Are you there? I need someone to talk to.” “Rosa? It’s been a couple of weeks. I haven’t heard from you, please, talk to me.” “Rosa, have I done something wrong? Please respond.” “Rosa, I miss you.”

“Leigh? It’s Alana. Rosa isn’t responding to my messages. Can you tell her I miss her?” “I will.”

“Alexy, are you okay? How are things at home?” “Alexy, can we talk?” “Alexy, Rosalaya isn’t talking to me. I hope you answer.” “Alexy, have I upset you?” “Alexy...”

“Hey Alana! How are you doing?” “Hey Armin! I’m not doing so well....” “What’s wrong? Is your mom not doing well?” “Eh... It seems like she’s in limbo for a moment. She’s still conscious, and they’re working on getting her better. Nate, Viktor and Severina are doing everything in their power to get her the best medicine possible, so she’s not going to die.” “That’s good. I heard about Sylvester. I’m sorry you lost him.” “Thanks. With him gone, it’s been even more lonely around here.” “I bet. Are you still talking to everyone? Nathaniel said that you two are still video chatting and texting every day.” “Nath, Cass, Lysander, Priya, Viktor, Severina, the family and you are all still talking to me as much as ya’ll can... But, it seems Rosa and Alex have cut me off...” “What? I thought they were always talking to you.” “No, it’s been weeks. I’ll send you the screenshots.” “That’s wrong. I’ll see what I can do.” “Thanks.” “Anytime.”

★

“PLEASE! LET ME GO! PLEASE!” Alana cried as the men surrounded her, pinning her against a wall and grabbing at her clothes. Suddenly a figure burst onto the scene. “Harming an innocent young woman. How pathetic!” it was a woman’s voice. “GET LOST YOU BITCH! UNLESS YOU WANNA GET HURT OR JOIN THIS LITTLE SLUT!” One of the men called as they returned their attention to Alana. “HELP ME!” Alana screamed. The woman ran towards Alana’s attackers and knocked them away. “My entrance to the scene was a warning. You had time to get away from this young girl. Now, you will face my wrath.” She began kicking and punching the men with great precision. In her terror, Alana fell back against a wall. As the woman continued to fight the men, Alana couldn’t help but be reminded of the leather clad, weapon wielding, heroines of the movies that she and her mother enjoyed. As the woman pulled out a gun, a higher wave of terror washed over Alana. “She’s going to kill them!” Her mind said. The woman aimed for each man’s neck and shot. Once every man was on the ground, the woman looked at her and began walking towards her. “It’s okay. I’m not going to harm you.” She said. Alana looked at the woman, then at the men on the ground, then back at the woman. “Don’t worry. I simply tranquilized them. They will not die here.” The woman reassured. “Who are you?” Alana asked. The woman took her cloak off and wrapped it around Alana. “I am Azrael.”

★

“It has been decided that you four will become the Red Death Regimen’s newest team in the Senior Staff. You will now be known as the Crown Jewels and will work with the Executioners. You will be the hand of mercy while they are the hand of death.” The Red Death announced. Renee raised her hand. “Yes.” The Red Death called. “Then why are we receiving combat training?” She asked. “Because, the more you know about how to kill someone, the better you’ll understand about how to save the innocent and harm the guilty.” The Red Death replied.

★

The Red Death stormed into Azrael’s office. “YOU DID WHAT?!” He boomed. Azrael looked at her husband. “I just ended Melody’s relationship.” Her voice was frank. “There was a plan to bring Mr. Jacott here to keep him safe while she trains. You knew that!” The Red Death was fuming. “Melody must learn that this world isn’t fair. That life is full of shit and she must rise from the ashes.” Azrael remarked. “She already knew that. All you’ve done is rip the last shred of her happiness away from her. Helena, this will not end well for you. You’ve taken a young woman who is already depressed from her recent experiences and broken her heart.” The Red Death’s voice was solemn. Azrael scoffed. “It will be fine Henry. Once she’s completely broken, I’ll put her back together.”

★

“Drink it.” The Red Death demanded as he handed a bottle to Alana. “What is it?” She asked. “It’s a shake. It contains all your daily nutrients in it. If you’re “too depressed” to eat, then the least you can do is drink these shakes.” He explained. “What’s the point? I don’t have my friends. My family is far away. I don’t even have my love.” She whined. The Red Death sighed. “Because you’ll be running towards them eventually and you need to have your base strength.” His voice maintained its sternness. “What do you mean?” She asked. “You’ll know in due time. For now, focus on crawling out of the abyss.” He replied.

★

Alana walked through the halls of the Base, shake in hand. Suddenly, a smell made its way to her nose. She breathed the smell in, closed her eyes, and leaned against a wall. Memories of the smell flooded her mind. “Mom.” She thought. She dropped the shake and began walking in the direction of the scent. When she reached the place of the scent’s origin, she realized she was standing before the kitchen door. When she opened the door, she saw her mother standing over the oven. “M-Mom?” She muttered as she walked closer to Lynne. “It’s me, sweetie.” Lynne greeted as she looked at her. Alana looked at what Lynne was cooking. “Quesadillas.” She muttered. “Come on sweetie, sit down.” Lynne cooed. “What are you doing here?” Alana asked. “The Red Death brought me here. He said it would do you some good to have me around.” Lynne explained. “I’ve missed you Mom.” Alana whimpered as a tear rolled down her cheek. She noticed the fajita beef on the plate that her mother was working on, and took a piece. “I’ve missed you too, my love.” Lynne replied as she continued cooking.

Suddenly, the kitchen door opened and someone stepped through it. “That smells delicious!” the person said. Lynne looked up and became enraged. “Your husband told me that I wouldn’t see you during my visit, Azrael.” Her voice was low and solemn. “I know, I just couldn’t help myself! The smell was just too good!” Azrael smiled. “This food is for MY daughter. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll get as far away from me as possible.” Lynne snarled. “Remember, you’re in MY base! I can do whatever I want!” Azrael’s smile began to fade. “REMEMBER, MY daughter is in your care, and you have completely disregarded her well being for your personal gain!” Lynne’s snarling became more fierce as she reached for a large knife. As she walked over to Azrael, she began to hold the knife higher. When she reached Azrael, her eyes burned in to the woman and she pointed the knife to her throat. “I have no intention of shedding blood today, but if I must do so to protect my daughter, I will. So, I will say this one last time, GET AS FAR AWAY FROM ME AS POSSIBLE!”

★

“Mom? What’s wrong?” Alana stared at the screen as her mother’s face looked grim. “Your friend Lysander.... His parents have died.” Lynne explained. “WHAT! Oh my gosh!” Alana stepped back in horror. “I reached out to him. Apparently he’s intending on taking over his family’s farm. He said he’d like you to be at the funeral.” Lynne replied. Alana looked down. “I can’t leave the base right now. We’re about to go on an important mission.” She sighed. “I’ll make sure that the Ainsworth boys get our sympathies.” Lynne sighed. “Can you make sure to either make food or have food made for them?” Alana requested. “Why can’t you just come to the funeral? Surely the Red Death and Azrael will understand.” Lynne asked. “You know why.” Alana replied. She looked at the notebook Lysander gave her, a wave of sadness overtaking her. “I wish I could go be with him. I know he needs his friends right now... But you know what that might do. I’m not in a position to be able to protect him.” She explained.

★

“SARGENT BROWN YOU ARE HEREBY DEMOTED TO PRIVATE!” General Stark barked. Evan stood in front of his mates, his face the perfect image of horror and disbelief. “Why?” He asked. “Since being sent to the R.D.R base for special training, your conduct has been extremely unprofessional. You have harassed and disrespected Lady Melody to the point that the Red Death has considered issuing the death penalty. You should be grateful that Lady Melody simply suggested demotion.” General Stark looked disappointed. “We told you to leave her alone!”, “Idiot!”, “Actually thought he stood a chance with The Patron Saint Of Lost Children!”, “She told you to you’re not worth her time and you didn’t take the hint!”, a few of the other soldiers called. “But, I’ve known Alana since she and her sister were in High School! They’re friends with my brothers! Her sister is dating my best friend!” Evan called as horror began to overcome him. “Best friend?” a voice called. The soldiers looked in the direction of the voice. “Brigadier General Roster, Major General Rogers.” General Stark greeted. “Good afternoon General.” Kentin nodded before turning back to Evan. “Let’s go for a walk.” He growled.

As the three of them realized that they had privacy, Kentin hit Evan upside the head. “Idiot. All you had to do was leave her alone. That’s it! Complete your special training and leave Alana alone! But, you couldn’t even do that!” He scolded. “But, she’s Alana. I’m allowed to be casual with her.” Evan stood there in disbelief. “No, you’re not. She made it very clear that she doesn’t care for you. Your own peers told you not to mess with her. You were warned multiple times. The Red Death was serious about bringing up the death penalty. He protects the Crown Jewels and Executioners as if they were his own children and he’s insanely protective towards Mels. You ignored your training because of your obsession with trying to get my sister to notice you. Haven’t you even thought about the fact that what she’s become has made it to where she can’t talk to Alexy and Armin? Are you so dense that you can’t be bothered to realize that her break up with Nathaniel was not because she doesn’t love him anymore? I thought we got this through to you when you visited us at Sweet Amoris, but when someone says “No.” that means “No.”.” Sam scolded. “You’ve caused issue between the two organizations and because of that, it’s dragged us through the mud. What made you think that this was okay? I get it, you recognized Alana... But you were made aware of her position instantly. Sam and I can be casual with her because we’re family, but you knew you had to respect her and you completely disregarded it.” Kentin added. “Come on! Surely this doesn’t warrant demotion and isolation!” Evan protested. “You harassed a Crown Jewel and neglected your orders! Of course it does!” Kentin hissed. “As it is, knowing The Red Death, he’s gonna do more than just have the Military demote you. Mels has told him not to have you executed, but he can, and will, probably still ban you from R.D.R premises.” Sam concurred.

★

“YOU BITCH!” Alana screamed as she ran up to Azrael and threw her out of a window. Alana used her tech to get to the ground safely. Azrael got to her feet, but before she could counterattack, Alana was already charging towards her. “YOU ENDED THE LAST GOOD THING I HAD BECAUSE YOU WANTED ME TO BE COMPLETELY BROKEN SO YOU COULD PUT ME BACK TOGETHER THE WAY YOU WANTED ME TO BE!” Alana lashed at Azrael in every way possible. “You wanted to become stronger! I did it to make you strong! You had to have nothing so you could build yourself up!” Azrael did her best to defend herself from the flaring ball of rage that Alana had become. “I WANTED TO BECOME STRONGER, I DIDN’T WANT TO BECOME YOUR WEAPON! EVEN THE RED DEATH KNEW I NEEDED AT LEAST SOMETHING!” Alana’s movements were erratic, yet focused on her target. Azrael’s eyes widened as she attempted to stop the attack. Alana noticed Azrael’s gun had fallen on the ground, so she picked it up and shot a tranquilizer into Azrael’s leg. As her teacher fell to the ground, Alana’s glasses activated, however, her pupils were red, instead of blue. The scene had drawn a crowd. “Why is no one stopping her?”, “Stop this!”, “Why have you not ordered Lady Melody’s death for committing treason!” people called.

Alana shot another dart into Azrael’s other leg. Azrael began using her arms to try to crawl away. Alana shot a dart into Azrael’s arm, threw the gun to her side, then stood over her, her foot holding the remaining arm down. Azrael looked pitiful, a broken woman covered in blood, bruises and cuts. Alana grabbed a knife from her pocket, knelt down and looked at the woman. “Go ahead. Kill me. You’ll finally get what you’ve wanted. You’ll finally be executed.” Azrael breathed. Alana stared into Azrael’s eyes, contemplating her next move. She could hear people yelling at her and begging the Red Death to stop her. “I can take the shot, sir!”, someone said. “If you shoot Melody, you will be executed.” the Red Death solemnly stated. Alana continued to stare into Azrael’s eyes. A little voice in her head began making itself known. “Yes! Do it! She deserves it! Mom is well now, if that bitch hadn’t of broken you, you’d probably be home with Nathaniel and everyone! She deserves this!”. The dots in her lenses maintained their intense, red, color. She raised the knife over Azrael’s right eye. “The entire time, I trusted you. I wanted to get stronger. I wanted to thank you for saving me in that alleyway.... But you were using me. You were turning me into the weapon you wanted! You didn’t care about me! You don’t care about any of us! Why else would you overstep your boundaries?!” She yelled. The little voice in her head continued to talk “Why are you not ending her? Come on! Why are you not getting your, much deserved, revenge?” it asked. “Don’t care about you? I gave you power. I gave you abilities that you wouldn’t have had before. You are now someone that no one will mess with.” Azrael sneered. “You’ve broken my heart, mind, and body. And, in the process of all that, you’ve attempted to destroy my soul. How is it that, even after actually killing people, and training a group of killers, that the Red Death has more heart and soul than you? You made us into monsters, but he has kept our souls intact.” Alana replied. “SHUT UP AND KILL HER!” the voice in her head screamed. She stood up, threw the knife away from them, and pressed her foot against Azrael’s throat, lightly. She then pressed a button on the bridge of her glasses, causing her lenses to clear.

“You are a demon, Azrael. While I should not allow demons to live, you are a special case. Killing you would destroy my humanity... Something I know you’d love to be the reason for. However, death is a mercy that you do not deserve and I refuse to give you the satisfaction.”

★

“I can’t believe you’re actually rewarding her for the countless acts of treason she’s committed against me!” Azrael yelled as the door shut behind her. The Red Death sighed and lit his cigarette. His jade green eyes looked exhausted. “Countless? Wife, you mean one. One act of high treason... That you know, full well, you caused.” He began. Azrael opened her mouth, but before she could talk, the Red Death put his hand up. “Helena, I told you that this would not end well for you and I was right. I began doing my damnedest to counter the damage you’ve inflicted upon Melody the day you ended things between her and Mr. Jacott. I was the one who set up her therapy sessions, who kept her from dying when she refused to eat, who brought her mother here to aid her recovery... Hell, I even got her that new cat. All you’ve done is harm her. You were much more benevolent with Renee, Veronica and Lyra. But with Melody, you started out nurturing then you became torturous.” He continued. “I nurtured her! She quickly became one of our best agents! Her grades in college never faltered, even with the rigorous training!” Azrael argued. “No, you’ve made it clear that the freedom you promised her came with one hell of a price. One, a girl in her position, shouldn’t be put through. You knew she was broken and scared and you took advantage of that.” he replied. “How does that warrant a reward? The apartment at the top of the Black Tower is meant for us!” Azrael argued. “Not anymore. I discussed things with the U.N.. They agree that it would be more appropriate for our home to be in the heart of the tower and that Melody should have the apartment at the top. So, I’m having her turn that place into Death’s Domain.” he explained. “Why did you bring the United Nations into our business?!” Azrael asked shocked. “Helena, our organization is on the brink of a civil war. There are a lot of people who want to see Melody completely overthrow you. Just as there are a lot of people who want to see you execute her. The humane thing is for her to have her own base in the Black Tower and let her become a weapon that is never used. The U.N. agrees that what you did to her was horrific and that my plan for her will be best. They want to see what she will do when she’s able to do what she wants.” The Red Death blew a plume of smoke out of his mouth and tapped the cigarette on the edge of the ash tray. “Melody wants to be executed!” Azrael yelled. Her husband sighed. “Really? If she truly wanted that, she would have done something far worse when she had the chance. No, she wants freedom. Something the U.N. and I are willing to give her. She’s earned it.”

After a couple of hours of discussion, Azrael had begun pacing around the room. “And what will happen with me? The world does not need to find out that the leader of the Crown Jewels isn’t loyal to me.” She asked. “That has already been decided. I’m going to tell Melody that she only has to answer and be respectful to you in public... To save face. The entire organization and the U.N. knows where her real loyalty lies.” he replied. “And the Roster Family?” she asked. “Lynne is already aware of the plan. She approves of it.” The Red Death leaned back in his seat. “Well, I guess it’s time to promote a Paladin.” Azrael sighed. “I’m sure Melody will choose Nora. Out of all of the Paladins, she’s the one Melody has gotten the closest to. I approve of this. The Crown Jewels will need another strategist whenever Melody isn’t around and Nora is the best strategist in her team.” he explained. “Then I don’t want to promote her!” Azrael whined. The Red Death lit another cigarette. “Too bad. At this point, you’re more of a figurehead. The U.N. won’t answer to you as they see you as too corrupt. To keep you in your position, I must jump through many flaming hoops.”

★

The Red Death stormed in to the Control Room. “WHAT HAPPENED!” he snarled. “We’ve been hacked!” Veronica called. “We’re searching for the hacker!” one of her underlings added. Alana walked into the room. “What did they do?” She asked. “From what I can tell, they simply looked around.” Veronica replied. “How long until we know precisely what they wanted to see?” Alana asked. “It shouldn’t take long. We’ve got half the team going through our systems to find out how they got in and what they were looking for, and the other half of the team is looking for who did it.” Veronica explained. The Red Death looked around the room at all the screens. “FIND THEM!”

“Sir! We’ve found out who hacked us!” Veronica called. “Was it an enemy organization?” Alana asked. “A cartel? A human trafficking ring?” Derek asked. “No, it was an individual.” Veronica replied. “Did you find out what they wanted? Did they take anything?” Alana asked. “No, they didn’t take anything. It seems like they just looked around... It’s as if this person just wanted to see if they COULD hack our systems.” Veronica explained. The Red Death thought for a minute. “Send a team to bring them here. We will deal with this individual ourselves.” He ordered.

The Red Death, Azrael, the Crown Jewels, the Executioners and the Paladins filled the circular court room. Nora brought the prisoner into the center of the room and forced them to their knees. “You have committed quite the crime. Thinking you could hack into our systems and get away with it.” The Red Death began. The prisoner tried to speak, but the only noise that came out was muffled. “SILENCE!” The Red Death ordered. The prisoner froze. “You may not have stolen anything, but the fact that you simply stayed in our systems long enough to look around at our information is a grave mistake. Nora, show me his face.” He commanded. Nora took the bag off of the prisoner’s head. Alana instantly froze with fear. “No, not him!” She thought. The Red Death rose to his feet. “THERE IS ONLY ONE PENALTY FOR SUCH A CRIME. We cannot have you walking around with our secrets in your head!” He began. Alana rose to her feet, walked towards the end of the seats, jumped down to the ground and started walking towards the prisoner. The prisoner looked at her, his eyes widened in shock. “Alana.” He gasped. Alana pushed the prisoner back and stood in front of him. “MELODY! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!” The Red Death called. “Just another act of insubordination! How’s it feel, husband?” Azrael remarked. Alana looked at the Red Death with conviction. “You said that under the articles of Protocol 714, the list of people written under the Protection Act are immune. Armin is one of the ones listed! Yes, he hacked our systems, but, if he can do it, then so could one of our enemies. He did us a service by showing us a weakness in our security... And I will not let you kill him!” She announced. Veronica looked on her tablet for a minute. “Sir, she’s right, this guy’s name and picture are in our database for that.” She stated. “Are you going to allow her to continue her insubordination?” Azrael asked. The Red Death looked down and thought for a minute. “What do you suppose we do, Melody?” He asked. “I suggest we have him show us how he got in and then tell us how we can boost our security. As for after that, don’t we have several cyber security companies under us?” Alana asked. “Yes, we do. One of which is in a country near your home country. Just a few hour’s drive from Amouria.” Veronica replied. “We can give him a job there. It keeps him just visible enough to seem normal, but still have him work under us, thus, keeping our secrets safe.” Alana stated. The Red Death pondered for a moment, then looked at Armin. “ON YOUR FEET.” He ordered. Armin got up and stood in front of Alana. “It seems that you won’t be dying today.... The ONLY reason for that is that you’re protected by one of the Crown Jewels. For that, you owe her your life. To repay this debt, you will go along with Melody’s suggestion, and you will not speak of any of this to a single soul. Should you break privacy, I will negate the Protection Act and end you.” The Red Death announced. “Yes, Sir!” Armin, sheepishly, called back.

Everyone got up and began walking out of the court room. When Armin and Alana were alone, she grabbed his shirt and pinned him against a wall. “WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING! YOU ALMOST GOT YOURSELF KILLED!” She hissed. “A-Alana! I’m s-sorry! I d-didn’t mean to!” He stuttered. “Damn it! I thought you were over this shit!” Alana let go of him and huffed. “I just wanted to see if I could do it! I had heard that their systems are the best in the world!” He stammered. “Of course, it had to be you. It could have been someone NOT on my list.... But no, it’s you...” She sighed. “A-Alana...” He began. “Don’t call me that. It’s not who I am around here. You may call me “Melody”, “Lady Melody” or “Mels”.” She interrupted. “But...” He attempted to continue. “Look, a lot of shit has happened since I went “off the grid”, Okay? Now, your mission is to do as I tell you so you can stay alive. And, seriously, you are now, officially, sworn to secrecy, ESPECIALLY about my identity. It’s not time for the world to know what I’ve become yet.” She explained. “So, what am I going to do?” He asked. Alana looked at him, her eyebrow raised. “Exactly what you’re told to do. You’re going to boost our security, then go work for an outer lying company that we own. This will allow you to, technically, live a normal life.”

★

Alana sat at a desk, listening to music, and working on college work. “HEY MELS!” Derek burst into the room, happily. “Derek, if you interrupt me, I’m going to have to kick your ass.” She stated as she continued to type on her laptop. “But! Come on! I’ve had the perfect idea for what to watch in the Recuperation Room!” Derek announced. Alana sighed and pulled out one of her earbuds. “What?” She asked as she continued to work. “Let’s watch Hellsing Ultimate Abridged!” He suggested. “Didn’t we just watch that?” She asked. “YEAH, but the new episode is out!” He replied. She rolled her eyes. “Derek, Veronica and I are planning on continuing to watch Mobile Suit Gundam: Iron Blooded Orphans today.” She stated. “Awe! Come on! You two always cry while you watch that anime!” He whined. “It’s a really good, sad, anime. And we’re almost done with it. Let’s save Hellsing for after we finish so that Veronica and I can have something to lighten our moods.” She proposed. “Alright.” He looked disheartened. “Derek, don’t you have school work to get to?” She asked. Derek’s eyes shot up. “You forgot... Again.” She sighed. “SHIT!” He yelled as he ran out of the room. Alana put her earbud back in to her ear, continued working on her school work and sighed. “Dumbass.”

★

“Hey Mels! Listen to this!” Renee ran up to Alana, excitedly and put her headphones on Alana’s head. Alana’s eyes widened as she recognized the singer’s voice. “Isn’t it great?” Renee asked. “Y-Yeah.” Alana replied. “Castiel.” She thought. “It’s a band called Crowstorm. The lead singer is AMAZING. Apparently, they’re from your town.” Renee explained. “Cool.” Alana thought back to her CD. She remembered going to the school’s basement and hanging out with Castiel whenever Nathaniel had to do after school work and couldn’t hang out. She began to remember the conversations with Castiel, listening to him play his guitar, and, even his fights with Nathaniel. She couldn’t help but feel a wave of nostalgia wash over her. “Thanks Renee.” She grinned as she walked off.

★

Derek walked in to the Red Death’s office with a curious look on his face. “Sir, why are we not performing Purification in Amouria?” He asked. “I have my reasons.” The Red Death replied. “But, that’s basic protocol. Won’t something bad happen if we let the criminal activity continue?” Derek asked. “Are you really going to question my methods?” The Red Death asked. Derek looked down. “No, sir.” he sighed as he walked out of the office.

Henry Dearil sighed, opened his computer and looked at a file. “Because if we perform Purification now, HE will be caught in the line of fire. For Melody’s sake, we can’t have that.” He sighed. Staring back at him, on the screen, was a database of the known drug cartel members in Amouria. Next to a picture of a blonde haired, golden eyed, boy was a paragraph titled “NATHANIEL JACOTT”.

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This blurb has been needed for a long time.

There is so much that I wanted to include in this... Things like scenes of Alana training, coordinating missions, saving people, going to therapy, the rare occasion of her spending time with family, and actually working on building stuff.... However, this would have been a lot longer than it is.

It was also originally gonna be a lot more brutal and gorey. I was originally planning on having Lynne stab Azrael in the collarbone during the Kitchen Scene. I was also originally planning on having Alana tear out Azrael’s right eye during the scene where she goes berserk. My original plan was for Alana to keep Azrael’s real eye in a vault in the Black Tower and have Azrael get a high tech prosthetic. I ended up going for the less brutal options in this because, when I went to write these, my original plans sounded too horrific and cliche. It also felt that, if I had done this, no amount of therapy and hard work would allow Alana to act as “normal” as she does by the time UL starts.

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ronweasleyisourking · 5 years ago

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Next gen headcanons

Edward "Teddy" Remus Lupin

Nonbinary, uses he/him and they/them pronouns

Pansexual, but has mostly dated boys

Hufflepunk

Mixed bag of depression and anxiety

Tattoos and piercings everywhere. Also, a tattoo artist.

Walks with a cane due to chronic back pain

His first kiss was with his best friend, Basil Haywood-Karasu

He dated Victoire for a bit, but it didn't work out. They're better as friends

Lived in between houses for most of his life. His grandmother Andromeda and his godparents, Harry and Ginny share custody

When Andromeda began having a hard time getting around on her own, Harry and Ginny opened up their house to her happily, though this was after Teddy moved out on his own

Winifred "Winnie" Margaret Weasley-Wood

Daughter of Percy and Oliver

Bisexual

Gryffindor but almost Ravenclaw

Named after her late uncle and Grandma Molly, whose full name was Margaret, though she would never admit it

Has read every book in the restricted section, whether she was allowed to or not

Hands are constantly in motion. Does math in the air, taps fingers on surfaces, sometimes just does random stuff with her hands, has to stop herself from doing hand motions when talking, etc. Has no idea what causes it.

The shortest of all her siblings/cousins

Hosts a Qudditch Little League for her siblings/cousins

Victoire "Vic" Apolline Weasley

Bisexual

Ravenclaw

Sort of a preppy punk. Loves faux leather jackets but also loves tiaras :) completely beautiful, let's be honest

Curses in French all the time

Attended Magik N.O.U., a wizarding school in New Orleans in her 7th year, which sparked her love for travel

Learned wandless and non-verbal magic just because people thought she couldn't; the dictionary definition of "girls can be smart AND pretty"

Could totally kick Teddy Lupin's ass

Has to worst temper of anyone in her extended family. And that's really saying something

International Hit Wizard

Georgie Rhyme Jordan

Child of Lee Jordan, honorary Weasley due to his relationship with Fred prior to his Fred's death

Pansexual and Genderqueer; he/him or any pronouns

Feminist AF

Really into street art. May have graffiti-ed a few anti-Brexit and anti-Tory pieces around England, but there's no proof

Not vegetarian but has cut down on meals with meat

Was born with atrial septal defect

Megara "Meg" Rhys Weasley-Wood

Demigirl. Experiences some dysphoria but not a lot

Partially deaf due to an untreated ruptured eardrum.

Has a huge, fluffy, orange cat named Hercules

Blind enough that she has to wear coke bottle glasses.

Animal lover right to the core. Donates to any and all shelters that she knows have good practices and tries to adopt as many animals as possible from the bad ones

Loves divination. Has minor seer powers.

Has a magical disorder where smoke comes out of her hears when she gets mad.

Frederick "Freddie" Gideon Weasley II

Bisexual. In love with Taras Krum, who was in a student exchange program with Durmstrang and Hogwarts.

Suffered severely after getting hit by a bludger in his 6th year; a concussion and head trauma leading to epilepsy

Severe depression and imposter syndrome

Not much of a prankster

Bookworm

James "Jamie" Sirius Potter

Red hair + hazel eyes + freckles everywhere

Got a gold tongue piercing at fourteen and that's how he found out that he was allergic to gold

Smoked pixie dust once

Lover of poorly timed finger guns and funky socks (yes, he is bisexual, why do you ask?)

Not a professional quidditch player or auror

He runs a diner called "Lumos" that serves the best burgers in the wizarding world

Doesn't think he can do anything right

River Lee Jordan

Trans girl; lesbian

Allergic to cinnamon

Loves pranking; Dominique, Lily, Romany, and her prank their cousins all the time. They're terrifying.

Writer but she works as a herbologist assistant, waitress, and cashier at WWW on the side just to support herself

Can hear magic. It's an almost constant buzzing when she's around her family and at Hogwarts. Sometimes just needed to be alone so that she couldn't hear the buzzing.

Gwendolyn "Wendy" Lucille Weasley-Wood

Pansexual

Has a genderfluid s/o, Ari Spinnet-Bell

Very environmentalist. Tries not to be annoying about it.

Founded a Hogwarts theatre club and actually wrote a few, very very gay plays and musicals

Hosts a podcast/blog with her roommates (River, Ari & Susmita) called Witches Unstitched where they talk about anything and everything under the sun

Helped create a bunch of healing potions with all the plants she has in her greenhouse(s)

Dominique "Dom" Gabrielle Weasley

Pansexual and Aromantic

In a QPR with Lorcan Scamander, her best friend

Hates being compared to her older sister

When Lorcan got cancer and got pulled out of school, she took time off school while he was getting treatment

Shaved off all her hair when he lost his

Leader of the Pluto is a Planet society at Hogwarts

Best friend in the family is James, despite the fact that she and Arthur are in the Slytherin! Marauders together

Loves firewhiskey and menthol cigarettes (don't tell Wendy)

Illegal animagus - a white cat. Her nickname is Duchess.

Arthur "Art" Rubeus Potter

Gay + in love with Scorpius Malfoy

Dyed the tips of his hair green and silver when he was 12

Loves leather jackets, chokers, and combat boots

Has too many piercings to count, but his favorite is his deep purple nose ring. Hates the idea of a tongue ring

Trained himself in Legilimency and Occlumency

Learned Parseltongue, Mermish, and several other creature languages because "he was bored"

Knows quite a bit of dark magic, but is not a dark wizard

Had a lot of tattoos. Most were of creatures from the Black Lake, the Giant Squid taking up his entire back, and a merperson takes up his upper left arm

But over his heart is the Scorpius constellation, sketches of the four animagi are on his left hip, and on his ankle are magically fading footsteps that would eerily familiar to anyone who had looked at the Marauder’s Map

Went to a wizarding school located in the Great Barrier Reef, which offered courses for 18 - 21 year olds who had graduated from wizarding schools around the world

Loves puns, boxing, extra greasy pizza, potions, pet names, horror movies that are actually scary, singing in the shower, and his boyfriend, Scorpius Malfoy

Marine Mazoologist

Roxanne "Roxy" Fabian Weasley

Bisexual

Has been known to "experiment" with girls. In the Quidditch locker rooms. Forgets to lock doors. Oops

Her patronus is a coyote. Her happiest memory is of when her and Fred jumped of the roof of Hogwarts with their brooms. They had been trying to recreate the last scene of Pratical Magic, but like, with brooms

Loves cooking and knitting with her Grandma Molly

Studies in the strangest places. Lily once found her studying in the secret passage to Hogsmeade one night. Her brother found her sleeping in the Astronomy tower, with books strewn around her. Scorpius and Arthur once found her studying in a secret alcove (they still won’t admit to her why they had wanted to be in secret alcove in the first place)

Down to fight anyone for any reason

In love with Susmita Patil

Healer

Rosa "Rose" Bud Granger-Weasley

Lesbian

An absolute foodie

Named after a Charles Dickens character

Allergic to cats, which irks her mom and pleases her dad

President of the current Hogwarts chapter of S.P.C.W. (Society for the Promotion of Creature Welfare). Hermione has worked tirelessly in the ministry to get laws passed but even ministers can't change everything in a day

After graduating, her, Arthur, Dominique, Roxanne, Scorpius, Lorcan, and Lysander all went on a camping trip. Harry, Ron, and Hermione got really anxious about it

Loves reading trashy tabloids to call down. Circles all the stories about her family to torture her cousins with (jokingly)

It's a 50/50 shot whether she going to argue with you, and cite her sources, or if she is going to knock your teeth out

Spent her 7th year at The Salem Witches Institute in Massachusetts, a private all-girls school

Historian for wizarding history. Runs a small museum out of Grimmauld Place, which the Potters don't live in but Harry stills owns + has cleaned up a bit

Lily "Lils" Euphemia Luna Potter

Has meniere's disease

Vegetarian for medical reasons

Needs to wear glasses but never does

Gryffindor, but wanted to be in Slytherin

Will help out anyone and everyone if she can

Lived with Teddy for a bit after he moved out on his own

Asexual and Panromantic. In a polyamorous relationship with Frankie Longbottom and Estelle Huang

Had a pet snake named Besa. The snake was nearly longer than she was tall, non-poisonous, and the sweetest thing ever (at least, according to Lily)

Beat up James when he said that she "threw like a girl". She cracked one of his ribs, gave him a black eye, and broke his nose in three places. To this day, he claims that his nose is a little crooked (he was nine. she was five.)

Went to a wizarding school in the Himalayas in her 5th year, on the international student exchange program

Has very long hair that is almost always up in bun(s), braid(s) or ponytails. Has to magically shorten it for Quidditch games

Loves mysteries

Hugo "Go-Go" Cabret Granger-Weasley

Genderfluid [they/them]

Colorblind, dyslexic, and has ADHD

Dragonologist in Sweden, but almost went into wandmaking

In love with Allie Longbottom, who always painted her face Hufflepuff colors for games after Hugo got on the team

Uses medically prescribed pixie dust to help with their extreme anxiety; is careful not to take too much

Has a pet ferret that they named Star Boy

Joshua "Josh" Wilhelm Weasley-Wood

On the autistic spectrum

He takes his emotional support golden retriever, Laurel, to Hogwarts with him to help with the changing enviorment

Loves matchbox cars. Has hundreds of them. Carries one or two around with him at all times to fidget with

Loves hiking through the Forbidden Forest, with supervision from his dad, Professor Percy Weasley, or one of the other teachers, of course. All of them are willing to walk with him when they have time, but he loves hiking with his dad most

Has a hard time focusing when there's a lot of noise around him, so of course he has noise cancelling headphones

Learned how to fix up cars and bikes from his grandfather; opened up his own mechanic shop; loves riding the first motorcycle that he and his grandfather fixed up through the streets of London, especially with his girlfriend Lavi

It took him a while to overcome balance issues, but with training to be a seeker in Quidditch, and a lot of time spent taking practice drives on his bike in the fields around the Burrow, he was able to overcome them and once he did, he was on his motorcycle every chance he got

Has accomandations made for him when it comes to eating at Hogwarts, because the food can bother him sometimes

Hates when different foods on his plate touch

Romany "Romy" Charlotte Weasley-Wood

Lesbian-Oriented aroace; in a qpr with Maisie Greengrass

Is prone to accidental magic and has a bit of an anger issue that she works through with a punching bag, bring a beater on the Quidditch team, and playing drums

Her, Tessa Weasley, and Sariel Goyle formed a band called Bloody Bitchin' Babes that played underground gigs at Hogwarts parties before getting work at parties and bars

Hates all of her classes, except Transfiguration

Her plans look like the walls of detectives in murder mysteries. Photographs, post-it notes, paper ripped out of notebooks, red strings, and everything

Burnt Hufflepuff

Royal "King" Kingsley Jordan

Bigender + Bisexual; xe/xem pronouns

Loves all types of clothing but especially suits, flowery blouses, crop tops, chunky belts, scarves, and Doc Martins

Plays the piano all the time, xe even has a piano in xyr room

Gets chronic migraines, has been known to sit/lay in the dark for hours until the pain subsides. Hates taking meds for it

Never has her phone screen brightness above the lowest setting because xe hates that xyr light sensitivity may take xyr away from xyr phone, which is xyr life

Would love to travel one day

Louis "Louie" Antoine Weasley

Only has a little bit of veela charm, usually enough to get him out of minor trouble, and it isn't always permanent

Started taking in magical creatures when he was seven, when Luna gave him a suitcase like Newt Scamander's and got another one when he started adopting muggle creatures as well. He especially loves his mokes and his chickens.

He loves swimming in the Great Lake with the Giant Squid

Loves carmelized apricots, pumpkin gorgonzola flan, cinnamon roll cheesecake, molasses cookies, Bulgarian candy -specifically chocolate bars, sweet potato pancakes, and homemade butter-maple syrup

Was in a student exchange program with Beauxbatons in his 4th year and again in 6th year with the Canadian wizarding school and he loved both experiences

Tessa "Tess" Rue Weasley

Can see people's auras

An expert at potions. Began working on a cure for lycanthropy at the age of 13 and a long 17 years later, she finally accomplished it. She always says that she would have done it quicker if only she didn't have to sleep to live

Part of the potions club at Hogwarts, which is a much less snobby version of the Slug Club that actually has to so with potions talent and not just fame

With her cousin Louis's help, she was actually able to tame a baby raccoon and named him Meeko after the raccoon in Pochahantas to help her and also trained him to help her nick a few things from her cousins sometimes

Loves classic fantasy lit, especially Narnia. Tried to charm a wardrobe to take her to Narnia, and let's just say that it didn't turn out very well and that it was really hard to reverse

Shaves her head in fourth year, because she was tired of all the work it took to take care of her hair

Penelope "Penny" Elodie Weasley-Wood

Named after Penelope Clearwater, who was her father's best friend and who died in the Battle of Hogwarts

She was adopted from Ukraine and loves everything about the country. The language, the music, the art, the people...

Went on to be a dragon tamer at a Ukranian dragon reserve, which she applied to as soon as she turned 17, and when she got an offer, she took her N.E.W.T.s in her 6th year so that she could take the job immediately

At the dragon reserve, she met Norma Hawryluk, who she fell in love with and a baby Ironbelly whom she named Vera and raised. No one but she had Norma could touch Vera though, because of the dragons' extreme rage issues

Constantly stole her sibling's and cousin's clothing

Gets stuck in her head sometimes

Romulus "Rome" Wolff Jordan

Asexual and Aromantic

Has a fluffy white cat named Marigold (Royal named her)

Loves wearing a ton of rings. Like, one on each finger.

Will only eat rocky road ice cream, and no other flavor ever

Has aphantasia, or the inability to voluntarily visualize images in his mind, but can still dream, because it's involuntary

Loves to sketch a lot. Will sketch everything he sees

Loves turtlenecks; hates crocs to no end

Big windows with amazing views are his favorite thing

Genevieve "Genny" Maribel Weasley

Prone to anxiety attacks

Polyamorous lesbian, in a closed poly relationship with Noa Spinnet-Bell and Lyric Scamander

Best friends with Romulus, her cousin. She is loud and fierce, and he’s quiet and passionate, and together they’re going to take over the world two steps at a time

Figures out that technology works in the Room of Requirement and starts a tech club that meets on Wednesdays, and has movie nights on Fridays

Brought a pet pig named Prince to Hogwarts

Unofficially a freelance curse breaker, but worked as an intern at the dragon reserve in Romania with her Uncle Charlie the summer after Hogwarts. Eventually moves to South America because her girlfriend, Noa Spinnet-Bell, got recruited by their Quidditch team, Tarapoto Tree-Skimmers

They move to a farm where Genny gets her own horses!!!

Elias "Simon" Jacques Weasley

Has fibromyalgia, which makes it difficult for him to stay in Hogwarts. With the chronic joint pain, fatigue, dizziness, and difficulty with memory, it was easier for him to get privately tutored by his dad, who was the Ancient Runes professor

Severe anxiety and depression, which was most likely caused by his fibromyalgia, but there's no telling

Vegetarian for personal reasons, and had James teach him how to make vegetarian burgers and other vegetarian meals

Loves water-based magic and might have gone into the exchange program for underwater schools in the Bermudas or Oceania, but he didn't want to risk his condition

Can beat anyone at any board game. No one knows how he does it. Ron played wizard chess with him for eight hours once, but eventually gave up on ever beating him

Is the publisher of a Hogwarts exclusive magazine. Uses his older sister’s computers to work on it. Works on his novel in his spare time. Occasionally holds poetry slams by the Great Lake. Just loves writing in general

Matilda "Tilly" Honey Granger-Weasley

Has a photographic/eidetic memory

Got expelled from Hogwarts in her sixth year for using an unforgivable curse on another student who was bullying/harassing Elias, but doesn't regret it all.

Finishes up her studies at a small non-boarding wizarding school in Romania, where she lives with her Uncle Charlie and his queerplatonic partner, Barnaby, and their cat, Wick

With the help of Barnaby, dyes her hair platinum white (think Zoe Kravitz when she had white hair)

Moves to America almost as soon as she graduates

Travels the world to write about different wizarding communities for the Quibbler and for her sister's museum

A little too obsessed with Joan Jett

Loves lucid dreaming

Elliott "Ellie" Ryleigh Weasley-Wood

Genderfluid

Has narcolepsy. Tired all the time and been known to dose off during class. And meals. And conversations

Needs to wear glasses but doesn’t, because they don’t want to look like a nerd. Looks like a complete nerd when they run into shit all the time and it doesn't help that their notes are always wrong because they refuse to sit in the front of class

Witnessed a car accident on a street one day and has been able to see thestrals ever since. Hates to think about it

Loves strong tasting food. Spicy, hot, cold, salty, super sugary, bitter... down to eat anything to be honest

Became a therapist for the wizarding community

Amare "Mar" Sabra Weasley

Own a huge shaggy grey and white dog named Ollie who she took to Hogwarts with her and is her best friend

Ellie, her cousin, is her other best friend and they love building huge forts and watching Disney movies together with tons and tons of snacks. Ollie always joins

Didn’t care one bit about school. Hated studying with a passion. Barely ever showed up to class. Was in detention more than all of her siblings and cousins combined

Worked as an intern at Lee Jordan’s radio broadcasting company for a few summers and hosted her own show that was based around old music after her sixth year

Alcoholic. Can't even be around firewhiskey

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aparecium-hq · 4 years ago

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Welcome to Aparecium, Maia! You have been accepted for Rose Weasley. Competition for a character is always difficult, but we appreciated the detail and nuance you included. As we briefly discussed when you submitted the app, we’ll need a more traditionally formatted bio for her character page, but welcome aboard. Check out the new member checklist, and jump right in.

Character Basics

Birthday (Age): December 22nd (21) Gender (Pronouns): Female (she her) Sexuality: Heterosexual Blood Status: Halfblood. Hogwarts House/School: Ravenclaw Occupation: Cursebreaker trainee Faceclaim: Erin Kellyman

Any requested changes? I picked a different face only because the ones listed weren’t calling out to me as much and I recently fell in love with both these girls!

Biography:

* WHAT ARE YOU LIKE ?

INTELLIGENT

“God. Does everyone have to point it out? Yes, I’m smart. Yes, just like my mum. Good Lord. I know already. I got the best marks in my year. I scored O’s on most of my OWLs and the one I didn’t get an O on was an E. Please, can we not mention it anymore. Mum gifted me with her incredible power of mind. Etc… Etc… It’s not that I mind having the brain power really, it’s that everyone expects me to be just like my mum, and no matter how much I love her, I’ll never actually be her. That aside, a battle of wits with me is probably a bad idea. Not many people can best me. That might sound full of myself, but I assure you, it’s completely true.”

SWEET

“Dad says it’s what he gets for naming me after a silly flower. That because of it I turned out as sweet as it’s scent. I guess someone in the family had to do it. Mum can be a little abrasive, dad a bit, well, air-headed. Hugo’s just his owe breed. I guess I just had to be the normal one? I’m the type that’ll get all dewy eyed over a lost kitten and probably end up taking it home with me. It used to really drive Mum batty. I just like to have kindness and compassion. I can’t stand to see people or animals hurting. I just want to give the world a big hug from time to time. A smile is the best thing you can give a person, in my opinion.”

FREE SPIRITED

“I like my flights of fancy, and that’s that. I don’t feel much of a need to follow society’s main stream. People can be ridiculously like lemmings at times and that just doesn’t fit me. I like to think for myself, discover my own path. It’s probably the thing that set me the most apart from the people I grew up around, especially in the last few years. I never had that driving need to fit in. If I wanted to compete, I competed. If I wanted to be a lazy bum, I lazed. It’s kind of just the way I am. I might go along with my friends or my family in their ventures but it doesn’t mean I won’t go my own way when I fell it’s might be a better option.”

ROMANTIC

“Stupid books. They gave me illusions of grandeur, I swear. I love them so very much, which is a different story but it lead me to this silly idea called romance. I read too many love stories when I was younger and now, no matter how improbable it really is I have this stupid hope in the back of my head that I’ll find some adoring White Knight that wants to sweep me off my feet. Not going to happen, I know. Ruined a good thing hoping for it, I know. You don’t have to tell me. But I just can’t help that little voice inside that wants it to be possible. My cousins and my brother all loved to take the mickey out of me about it. It gets bloody annoying sometimes. I guess I brought it on myself though. It doesn’t help when dashing, good looking young men like Scorpius Malfoy factor into the picture either. I suppose it was an inevitable failure on my part.”

SOCIABLE/FRIENDLY

“Surprisingly enough, though my dad did his best to make me a competitive twit, ha ha, I’ve turned out to be pretty darn friendly. I like to surround myself with different sorts of people. That’s probably how I got to know people like Scorpius, who dad was all set to make my arch enemy. In school I had friends from every house. We’d throw big parties in the old Shack and I’d be the life of the party. I’m not really sure where this particular skill came from. Maybe my dear Uncle George, who is amazingly cool, and my departed Uncle Fred, who I wish I could have met. The stories about them were still fresh legends of Hogwarts when I started school. Everyone liked them, so maybe that’s where it comes from.”

EMOTIONAL

“Yet another reminder of my similarities to my mum. I can get all worked up over the strangest things. I can go from scarily angry to completely teary eyed in the blink of an eye. I can hold a grudge with an outright vengeance… for about a week. (Dad says Mum used to do that to him as well.) It’s just the way I naturally express myself. I’ve sort of got my hear out on my sleeve. I wear my feelings pretty openly and I’ll let you know how you’ve made me feel.”

BOOKWORM

“I think I mentioned it earlier but I have the damnedest fascination with books. I just read like there won’t ever be another book published. It goes hand in hand with my overactive imagination. I can read a book and picture the whole thing in my head, just like a movie. I can make myself the star if I want to. It’s probably what got me into the whole ‘hopeless romantic’ mess with you-know-who. I just get so carried away with the stories that leap off the page that I can be consumed for hours and be totally happy with that.”

* SO HOW DID YOU GET TO BE HERE ?

“I come from the best parents you could ask for. Sure, my mum can be a little taxing at times, she’s Hermione after all, and my dad can be a bit of a goof. But the things you hear about in the stories are true. They’re good, loyal, amazing people who just happen to have fallen in love in the aftermath of a world on the brink of war and had two very silly children. It sounds like a fairytale doesn’t it? You ever wonder what comes after the happily ever after? Me and Hugo, that’s what.

My parents named me Rose because mom had a thing for the smell of them when she was pregnant with me. She thought it was clever I guess. They gave me my Aunt Ginny’s name for a middle name and I love it. She’s a tops lady and I’m glad to share the name with her. I can’t say my name was super creative but I don’t complain about it either. I think it’s classy and timeless which are both very positive traits.

They had me first, thank God, because as much as I love my little brother I am glad he’s my little brother. We are close, as brothers and sister are wont to be. But I am pretty close with all my family. Anyways, we grew up with means enough to have all of what we needed and a lot of what we wanted. The benefit of having famous parents I suppose. Mum and Dad indulged us quite a bit, but they never let us get spoiled to the point of being brats. We spent tons of time with the family. I have too many cousins to count and I love them all, but especially Roxanne. I think it’s because we were both so much our own people that we bonded. I was and am also very close to Albus, who was always my best friend when Roxanne was too busy being independent to play. Albus and I would play together for hours, making up stories and pretending to me our heroic parents. We look back on it now and laugh. We wonder if we’ll be in the history books someday, considering the direction the wizarding world is carrying on it now. This change to magical technology is fascinating but a bit terrfying and I often find myself wondering when it’ll blow up in our faces, figuratively or literally.

Al and I started school the same year. I think he was relieved to go together. I had no fear at all. I came prepared of course, being my mother’s child. I remember looking around the platform and marveling at the number of people that could be going off to just one school. Dad pointed out the Malfoys and Scorpius, who I was to beat at every test, or so dad admonished. Mum told him not to pit us against one another so soon. Diplomatic? Mum? Apparently so. We got on the train like everyone else and started out new life. I spent the train ride reminding Al of all the good things we’d experience at school. We were part of a legacy after all and I was very proud to carry that banner. It worked out alright, for the most part. The three of us were best of friends until I decided to date Scorpius and it all went a bit… well it’s not great.

I did well all thought school. I got Mum’s brains after all. I really did beat Scorpius in tests sometimes, just like dad wanted, but I also made a friend out of him. He’s actually very charming, thought I suppose I’m not supposed to think about im that way anymore. I’m living my own life now, bad decision and all. He certainly isnt’ not the only friend I’ve ever made, you know. I had a good sized group of close knit friends from all the houses back in school. We’d sneak out and throw little parties in the Shrieking Shack sometimes. It was the best of times. Then we grew up and moved away and soem of us stay in touch. Some of them are even in the trainee program with me, so that’s beeen nice though we’re nearly done there, as well. Hopefully we’ll all stay friendly. I need my own friends now, since both my closest mates probably hate me by now.

* WHAT WOULD WE FIND IN YOUR TRUNKRIGHT NOW ?

Honestly? Probably a mess. Whatever I didn’t need got left in it all jumbled up. Most of my clothes and such are in the wardrobe where they belong and my school things are in my night stand. the trunk is probably holding a multitude of things that are unimportant. Classic muggle cds, a few daydream charms from Uncle George’s shop, that Skiving Snackbox that Roxy gave me last year. Who really knows. It’s probably a downright motley collection. I think there’s that pretty amulet that Lorcan and Lysander gave me this Christmas past. I doubt you’d find anything interesting. All the juicy secrets are hidden away elsewhere…

* WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE THINGS ?

Hmm. There are so many. I love the smell of rain, especially when it’s been a warm day out and it’s the first rain, pumpkin pie becasue it always takes me back to the Burrow, pine trees, and warm leather, especially the particular scent of Scorp’s leather jacket I bought him for his birthday. It’s wonderful. But you are never to repeat that to anyone! I swear I’ve got an arsenal of hexes just waiting for you if you try it!

I also like to play Quidditch with my cousins, but I don’t play for the house team or anything, it’s not really my style. I also like to just have a fly on my broom. There’s something thrilling and intoxicating about the feel of being suspended high up there with the wind rushing past you. It’s incredible.

A good practical joke is always a favorite of mine. It probably comes from growing up with Roxy and Fred as older people to look up to though. They are just like their da. I love them. Truthfully I feel that way about all of my family. We’re close knit and they’re all amazing people. That also applies to the extended family like 'Uncle’ Neville, 'Auntie’ Luna, and their families as well. Luna is actually one of my favorite people in the world. I love to go visit Lys and Lor on hols and talk to her about things. She’s got the most unique points of view in the whole world and doesn’t expect me to have all the answers. Actually, one of the things I have always loved most in this world is other people. Albus, who’s as close to me as a brother and my most trusted friends. Scorpius, who is more than just a mate, even if it all went terribly and I can’t look at him without my stomach tying itself into knots becasue I’m either anxious or missing him and I don’t really know which… My Aunts and Uncles and cousins. Even my ridiculous little bother Hugo. They all made the world a brighter place just by existing for most of my life. It’s just hard to carry the burden of everyone’s expectations…

I also love silly little things like swimming in the summer, and flirting a bit or going shopping in Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley. Looking at the stars is one of life’s little pleasures, as are new, fashionable, clothes and shoes. Music is also among my favorite things. There are so many things that I enjoy I could tell you about them all day, but I think this is probably enough of my talking your ear off.

Character Questionnaire

Answer at least three of the following questions about your character. This could be in character or a third period explanation.

What does your character value in a friendship? At this point in life she values people who look at her as an individual. Not a cog in a greater machine. She’s been a Weasley, Hermione’s daughter, part of a trio… etc for all of her life and she’s been trying (in the wrong ways maybe) to buck that co-dependence. SO she wants friends who accept her as she is, who thin of her as her own person, and who don’t put pressure on her to be a part of a legacy.

How would your character describe their own work ethic? Is that an accurate measure of themself? She is a hard worker, to the point of making herself crazy at times, and she absolutely will not admit that. She’ll tell you shes capable and will do her job well, thoroughly, and on time, but she will not tell you that if you put her in a crunch she might work herself to anxiety attacks to get ti don’t on time.

How would a stranger who has just met your character describe them? Right now, probably a bit cold. A bit too sharp. If they’re perceptive perhaps they’ll say those things are an attempt to hid something else, probably hurt and fear. Not rude, exactly, but not soft.

What magical skill or talent is your character most proud of? Her curse breaking. She decided young she wanted to follow after her Uncle Bill in profession and worked very hard to earn the marks to do so. She’s been top of her trainee pool from the start and is on track to head a team when she completes training. This is, to her mind, her great achievement. It’s something she did for herself, telling her Uncle not to give her any recommendation or benefit. That’s worth gold as far as she’s concerned, because unlike going itno the family business or the ministry, she’s not relying on the name of her parents, just her own skill and work ethic.

Para Sample

Rose hadn’t had occasion to throw much of a party since her birthday the previous winter. While the annual ball for St. Mungos had been fun it was a much more prim sort of fun, full of champagne and fine dresses. Rose wanted to spice things up a bit, less mystery and more playfulness.

Back in her Hogwarts days she’d had a party in the shack every Halloween night from her fourth year on. It had been, in her not at all humble opinion, the social event of the year. Costumes required, some years masks as well, and always full of fun and whatever strange concoctions she could come up with. The Alice In Wonderland theme in her seventh year had been her triumph, filled with glowing giant mushrooms for seating and drinks that did all sorts of strange things to you. It was a bonus of having cousins who spent all summer in a joke shop.

So it shouldn’t have been of any real surprise to her cousins when they received invitations to a costumed Halloween after party with instructions to show up at the Burrow after the ball, with their dates if they wished, and enjoy a night out. Rose had already decorated the back yard, making use of the pavilion that had once been the venue of Bill and Fleur’s wedding. It was decorated now in low light, full of candles and spiderwebs and all the spooky trimmings of a Halloween party. Grandma molly had helped with the food and drink, a boon especially since rose wasn’t much good in the kitchen. Now all she had to do was put on the music and wait for the family to show up.

And they’d better be in costume or she’d have their heads.

#apareciumacceptance #rp #rpg #hp rp #rose weasley

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tetrakys · 5 years ago

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Trois Allumettes - Chapter 11

It had been a few days since classes had started and I wasn’t ‘single’ anymore. And, strangely enough, nothing had changed. I still hadn’t had time to see my ‘boyfriend’ since we made things official between us. That word still seemed unreal when I thought about it.

I’d just left my room when I run into Alexy, jumping excitedly around the hallway announcing the network was back on. It was great news, I had basically stopped checking my phone at this point and I was worried about my parents. After exchanging a few texts with Chani, and a quick reassuring call with my mother, another message came through… it was Lysander!

“Good morning Candy, hope you have been well these past few days. I’m sorry we haven’t had a chance to see each other, I miss you terribly and my thoughts are always with you. At least now we will be able to write to each other, but I wish I could see you soon, I long to feel you in my arms again…”

I felt a warmth in my chest, I almost couldn’t believe that the most reserved and silent guy I knew was sending me this kind of messages. However, it was true that the written word was how he truly expressed himself. I replied immediately:

“I’ve been thinking about you too, I wish we had at least another class together. I hope we could meet during the weekend…”

Well now, that was all I needed to get my day started the best way possible. I headed to class with a smile on my lips.

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A couple of days went by, it was quite late and I was getting back to the dorms after spending the evening with Nathaniel. He had finally opened up and his story was crazy, nothing I could have ever imagined on my own. I was surprised, a little disappointed but, most of all, scared for him. I wanted to help him but had no idea what to do. My head was so wrapped up in these thoughts that I jumped when I heard a spooky sound I hadn’t heard in months.

A rusty, screechy, loud sound coming from the small door at the back of the art building.

The first time I’d heard that noise I had been scared out of my mind. This time, I felt my heart skip a beat, and I run immediately towards the building. When the familiar figure I so longed to see showed on the doorstep, I threw myself into his arms without a second thought.

At first I felt him stiffen, but the moment he recognised me he hugged me closer to his chest.

A few seconds went by where we just stayed there, enjoying the quiet of the empty quad at night and each other’s presence. His familiar scent and his arms around me where the best feeling in the world.

“I missed you so much,” I said hiding my face in his chest. “It’s been just a few days, but it felt like an eternity since I last saw you.”

He hugged me even closer, then said with his deep voice, “No minute has gone by that I haven’t thought about you. You’re constantly on my mind Candy…” his tone was shaky when he added, “I have no idea what I’m going to do when…”

He stopped himself, but I knew exactly what he meant. If we missed each other that much just because we hadn’t met for a few days, what was going to happen when we said goodbye at the end of the year? I didn’t want to think about it. Not now. I took a step back and, looking at his beautiful face, I changed topic.

“Are you still helping out the music department?”

“Yes,” he nodded, “I’m collaborating with several bands and solo artists studying at Anteros.”

“You don’t work just with Castiel, then?” I asked curious.

“No, since the beginning of the school year I have actually started several collaborations with many artists. That’s why I am so busy these days, between this and classes… I’m afraid I put too much on my plate.” He looked tired, but he had a glint in his eyes, I could tell he was also happy, doing something he loved. “I’m actually right in the middle of a writing session with one artist at the moment, I just came out to get some air.” He took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers. “A little voice in my head really wanted me to get out of that stuffy room this very moment, and look who fell into my arms,” he added with a smile.

“Yes… sorry about that.” I replied a little sheepishly.

“Don’t be, it was the best surprise I could hope for. Come, let me walk you back to the dorms. That’s where you were going I suppose?”

I nodded and we walked silently the few meters that separated the two buildings. I was enjoying his calming presence and the feeling of my hand in his.

“I wish you could come upstairs with me,” I said timidly, when we got to the dorms.

He took a lock of my hair between his fingers, his eyes were warm when he replied, “You have no idea how much I wish I could.” After a small pause he added, “Are you free this weekend? I don’t have any work on Sunday night so I was hoping…”

“Yes!” I interrupted him, “yes, I am free, whatever you want to do.”

I only barely registered that my words could sound extremely bold, but he simply smiled and said, “What about a movie?”

We agreed to meet at 10pm at the new movie theatre in town and he went back to his rehearsal, not before having left a small tender kiss on my lips.

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I had just stepped into the hall of the cinema when I spotted him immediately. There weren’t many people, the Sunday night slot wasn’t usually one of the most popular, but I would have recognised him in a crowd of people with no difficulty. His high, his sophisticated style, and his striking presence were enough to capture anyone’s attention.

He was waiting for me with two tickets in his hand. With an apologetic look he told me that the only movie showing at that hour was the original IT. I wasn’t a big fun of horror movies in general, but this one in particular I had seen once as a child and had scarred me for life. I swallowed my anxiety and followed him into the theatre.

“You are very beautiful tonight, Candy” said Lysander looking at me appreciatively, after we had taken our seats far enough from the few other people in the room.

I was wearing one of my favourite and sort of doll-like outfits, with a close-fitting top and puffy knee-length skirt.

“Thank you, sometimes I worry my stile may look a little childish.”

“You are beautiful whatever you wear. But believe me,” he said, his eyes running along my figure, briefly pausing on my legs, “there is nothing childish about you.” The movie had just started when, leaning towards me, he whispered in my ear, “you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”

I felt myself blush uncontrollably. His words were both sweet and slightly bolder than usual… I wanted to jump on and literally have my way with him. He had always had this effect on me, since the first moment we had met I had felt incredibly attracted to him. I had been with other guys in the past, but for no one I had felt even a fraction of the desire I felt for him.

When he put his arm around me and I rested my head against his shoulder, I had to remind myself we were in a public place, and decided to focus solely on the movie. It wasn’t the best strategy because now I was both aroused by the feeling of his body tightly pressed to my side, and scared by the angst of the movie.

Lys must have noticed I was a little on edge, because he tightened his hold on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, “I’m sorry about the movie, maybe we should have gone somewhere else.”

I shook my head, I didn’t want him to think of me as a scaredy cat, “It’s just that I had a bad experience with this movie when I was a child. I must have been six or seven years old, my father was watching it in the living room and I just went and sat there with him. It scarred me for life, completely conditioning the way I’ve seen clowns ever since.”

I heard him chuckle lightly and I turned my head to give him a disapproving look. “I’m sorry,” he said apologetically, “I can see how it must have been traumatic for a child. We can leave if you want, but I think this is a good chance to overcome your fears as an adult.” I thought about it, then he added, “let me help you distract a bit.”

His arm was still around me, and I felt his hand moving lightly on my shoulder, drawing soft circular shapes with his fingertips. His other hand came to rest on my knee, and I felt all my attention shift completely on it and its caresses. If his intent was to distract me just a bit he was definitely failing, the movie was totally forgotten.

He gently grabbed my leg, the one farthest from him, and pulled it on his lap, so that now I was partially turned toward him. My skirt had risen to my mid-thigh, and he was taking advantaged of the newly exposed skin by caressing my outer leg with sensual movements that were giving me goosebumps.

I raised my eyes to meet his, and despite the darkness of the room I could see that he was looking at me with heat, completely bewitched. His hand kept moving higher and higher, almost reaching the curve of my hip. When, with the corner of my eye, I noticed they were showing the scene of the movie I hated the most, the one with the head in the fridge, he took my lips with his, effectively blocking my vision to anything that wasn’t him.

His lips were soft and demanding, he had never kissed me like that before. The combination of his caresses and his kisses was making me feel hot and completely excited. My hand came to his hair, fingers entwining with his locks, pushing him even closer, responding to the kiss with the same heat. Our tongues were caressing each other with hungry sensual movements that seemed to demand for more.

I wasn’t sure for how long this went on. Every time we came up for air we felt like we couldn’t stay away for even a moment, and started kissing again and again. At some point we heard an insistent coughing noise. Who knows for how long it had been going on, we were completely lost in each other.

We stopped the kiss and raised our heads to see a cinema usher looking at us embarrassed.

“I’m sorry but you have to stop, otherwise I have to ask you to leave.”

Oh my God… I looked around and saw that the people sitting closer to us were all staring and sniggering. No way we were staying there a minute longer. Lysander got up and, taking me by the hand, lead me out of the room, while I inconspicuously tried to fix my skirt.

Once we were out of the theatre we looked at each other and… burst out laughing.

“Oh my God” I said, “I’ve never felt so mortified in my life. Nothing like that has ever happened to me before.”

“Are you kidding?” he replied, tears in his eyes, “if Leigh knew I have been kicked out of a movie theatre for something like this he would be shocked… Rosa too, but she would also cheer.”

“Oh totally!” I replied grabbing my belly.

We headed back to campus, laughing and chatting. Our night had been cut short and we were both heading back to our rooms, occupied by our roommates, and we had to say goodnight soon. But I had never felt this good in a long time. I had never felt anything like this for anyone before. Maybe it was…

I wasn’t going to think about it. I had no idea what the future had in store for us, but in that moment, walking at night, hand in hand with the man I adored, I was simply completely happy.

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Go to Chapter 12

I usually really can’t stand fluff, but I feel like we deserved a cute lighthearted chapter, and I also managed to squeeze in a tiny bit of smut (our boy is sweet but also hoooot). Who knows what tragedy is going to happen in the next since we are in the middle of Nath’s drug cartel arc… ugh!

#my candy love #mclul #lysander #my writing #trois allumettes #amour sucré #dolce flirt #amor doce #corazon de melon #sweet crush #chapter 11

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colombia-chan · 5 years ago

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Romance asks - 29, 21, 10... Choose your favorite couple 😘

It’s happening~ Forgive me for this shall be semi-long!!

Ehem in order...

10. Do they have pet names for each other?

Okay this is easy out of all my girls and their loves only Evie/Castiel and Zelda/Armin have pet names

Castiel calls Evie little girl, Armin calls Zelda Princess. Sometimes Evie might call Castiel Casie or Cas only though, and Zelda tends to pet name most people and depending on what they're doing. She’s called Armin Sonic once when he ran past her once, and Mario when asking him out... mostly due to her using a pick-up line around the lines of “No need to look in another Castle your princess is here.”

21. Personally, do you think they are a good couple?

Hmm... The thing about my UL girls I believe so, take in mind though they are new to me and as such I haven’t had much time to think about most of their story with their loves.

As for my HS Girls, and Evie and Lyn...

Armin and Zelda are pretty good, they’re that one couple you know who you think are married or should be married but haven’t at least in my UL AU they didn’t and live with each other, also have Zelda making sure Armin is calling up Alexy and his parents.

Asuka and Lysander I feel are healthy, they’re very calm and loving with one another. In my UL AU they’re even married living on the farm with their own three-year-old daughter. Asuka’s somewhat sickly so the country air is actually good for her, though she does miss’s the city.

Ruby and Kentin... back in HS I wouldn't say they were 100% healthy... kinda... it was a love triangle with how Kentin was pinning for Evie and Ruby Kentin. They didn’t end up together till after Kentins arc when he realized how much Ruby cared for him. By UL in my AU though... Yeah, healthy for sure! They actually have a long distance relationship at the time as Ruby’s studying at Anteros and are currently engaged till Ruby graduates.

Lyn and Nathaniel... oof okay I love them I really do! They have good quirks for their relationship. But there was some big issue in both HS and UL, and mostly from Nathaniel’s side. HS was Nathaniel’s arcs and the whole Deborah fiasco, Lyn was in the school long before Evie and had a good relationship with Nathaniel and Castiel. She noticed stuff wrong with Nathaniel’s and tried to encourage him to open up to her, but Nathaniel didn’t want to, and when Evie accidentally found out and spilled over Nathaniel’s home life. Lyn was quick to try and help Nath out, which led to him snapping at her... they made up sure. But... Between HS and UL Lyn had to leave the nation due to family issues over sea’s and hesitated to do so, Nathaniel encouraged her to and they planned to continue their relationship via long distance. And then Nathaniel got involved with what he did... and... well... Guilt and worry, and self-hatred set in and Nathaniel broke up with Lyn... When she came back... There was... lots happening, from Nathaniel sleeping around to try and get over his heartache, to Lyn trying to love on only for Nathaniel’s bad rep and prior connection to her causing her problems to find someone. Hell, even Nath glaring at whatever guy tried flirting with her if he were there or nearby to note. Lyn’s no better obviously, she’s jealous and still hurts over the breakup, they only got back together thanks to Evie coming home and her playing middle ground and saint between them. It’s going to take some time right now for Lyn and Nathaniel to become as trusting and loving as they were before their break up, but they're trying and they do just want to protect one another and be with each other.

Evie and Castiel... There was the Deborah event... Prior to this, they were okay as friends, and during the event, Evie realized she was in love with Castiel... The event really hurt Evie... and Castiel... the two worked on it though! They really did, Castiel in some way knew even before Evie's confession that what he’d done, what the school and Deborah had done to her, had really hurt her. So he didn’t hold most things over her when he noticed how honestly she was upset over something. They were a good couple... But... Evie has anxiety and depression her parents making her move away and being forced into a long distance relationship did not help with this. She struggles to be honest about her issue’s and to seek out help when she needs to be. Evie really loves Castiel and she had a lot of self-doubts, she broke up with Castiel thinking she was going to end up holding him back in some way and that she wasn’t doing enough to support and be there for him, stupid she knows but her anxiety had really started to affect her at that point in her life, and the jealousy oof. Now in UL Evie has accepted her inner demons and she knows she has to try and be more honest with Castiel about her feelings on things and even he knows now that he has to be more open about his own issues.

In general, I’ve made each pairing pretty healthy in their own rights. Most of the conflicts within them come from characters own flaws and issues that need be addressed and worked on with one another.

29. What are your favorite moments that happen between them?

Favorite moments... uh... that depends... back in HS Nathaniel and Lyn getting white was my favorite, and Lysander getting his memories back and making up with Asuka, episode 40 with Evie and Castiel’s first time was my favorite for the longest time... but now episode 13′s movie night and the beachside guitar lesson are fighting for my favorite moments. And everyone else is... I mean they have good moments but they don’t outright make me go oh this one!

#MCL #mclul #my candy love #my candy love university life #my candy love campus life #slodki flirt #sweet crush #sweet amoris #Corazon de Melon #amour sucre #amor sucre #amour dolce #amor doce

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caemec · 7 years ago

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To what would a best friend relation with boys looks like ? (part 2)

Hi sunshines ! How are you ?

Today, the second part of the headcanon, with Lysander, Armin and Alexy. I hope you will like it !

Enjoy!

Lysander

In general ?

Sunday brunches in terrace, last photography exposition in your town, philosophic talks during a shopping session, confidences you would make to no one else, sweet laughs in a café, reading and homework time side by side on the couch, yes, Lysander seems to be the perfect best friend. Like Kentin, he is so comfortable with you that he can relax and talk more than usual, even about taboo subjects. His old feelings for Rosalya, for example. You know everything about it. You are his confident, you could know so much more than Castiel. He is still quite mysterious about some points, like for his father, when he doesn't want to speak about it, don’t even dare to insist.

You are in couple ?

It is a happy Lysander you will have in front of you the day you will tell him. Because yes, you have to tell him, don’t let him discover the story at the same time than the others, or he will look at you with those sad cat eyes. He is the best one to listen to you when you doubt about your partner, he has the words to comfort you and help you to be clear about what you want.

Lysander doesn’t really want to have any judgement about people he doesn’t know. It is why, whoever you will date, he will be friendly and curious about him/her. The most important thing for him is your happiness, after all. He could be a little more worried about guys like Dakota or Armin, because of their apparent detachment (even if you affirm the opposite). If your partner cheat on you, be sure that Lysander will not let him go away without a serious discussion and a threatening speech about why he never wants to see him/her near from you again. With style, of course.

He is in couple ?

It is the event of your life. Because you know how shy and quiet he can be sometimes, and how some people can find him a little too mature to be “normal” (you are ready to jump on people who say that, by the way, and Castiel will be so pleased to help you). He probably told you about her when he discovered he felt in a really particular way when she was there. He was really in doubt at first, and your help and efforts to make him speak about his feelings were what he needed to understand the whole thing.

There is absolutely no jealousy to have, because Lysander will always be as present and careful about you as before. He could even be the guy who will ask you how you feel with his girlfriend around, would organize an official meeting, hoping you both could be friends in the future. He is sincerely worried about the fact you would feel lonely, he is the last person on earth wanting to give you that sensation.

From “best friends” to “more than friends”?

Why asking yourself a thousand of questions about that? If you both want it, it will happen. That’s how Lysander thinks, it is a logical road to your story, relations grow up with time, after all. In practice, it is something else. He would be the most honest of all the guys, will make you understand something changed. He will act with so much more tenderness than usual that you can’t do nothing else than having doubts.

He is completely afraid about the idea to lose you because of non-reciprocal feelings, but can’t lie. If you have another crush, he will not try anything, he respects the other one, even if it means being hurt. If your couple had to break up, Lysander would certainly need time far from you to heal, but after a few months, will come back to you (with your permission, that boy is just so respectful) and you will see together how to start again, as the best friends you used to be.

Armin

In general ?

Private jokes, common references from your last movie night, childish pranks to other friends, not-discreet-at-all laughs during classes, water battles, loyal midnight partner of group dungeons in MMORPG, and official complaining sessions once per week. That’s the basis of “being best friend with Armin”’s package. You can talk about everything with him, he is a simple and friendly guy, no complexes to have.

That boy is so chill, relax, that even if you are a stress bomb, he will know how to manage you. With humour, mostly, he knows what can make you laugh. Sometimes, it doesn't work, and Armin isn't always really good to understand you also need a serious talk (or at least, at this exact moment). He is not the most tactful person in the world, so you will probably have to clearly tell him what’s wrong, or he will miss a few things.

You are in couple ?

It is not that he doesn't care, because you are his best friend, so he wants to see you happy and in good company, but he will not talk about your partner during hours, unless things go wrong and you absolutely need his support. Don’t expect too many advices, because Armin doesn't complicate life when it can be simple. He will try to understand you, but sometimes, with all those strange expectations you have (he calls it your “girlish moments”), even Armin doesn't know what it means, so he will gently take your boyfriend/girlfriend’s side.

He will be the “other man” that every partner dreams about. Cool, not intimidating, could actually joke with them about some of your whims, would be really friendly during parties. He doesn't make any pressure, like some of the other boys could do (Cassy or Kentin, if we have to name the evidence). If he likes your bae, they could, with time, become friends, and tease you about the fact that they are the true soul mates in the room (the whole thing said with a dramatic posture and a weird hug). However, if you need someone to stalk your partner with you, you know who you have to call.

He is in couple ?

Let’s be clear, Armin is not really an adept of the “serious relations only” philosophy. Life is fun, he is young, he wants to enjoy it at the maximum, without complications. He is not a womaniser neither, but when he thinks a girl in particular is attractive, he is not the most shy of all. Quite discreet about that, by the way, in part because he thinks it’s no big deal, but also because it means opening up.

Armin could mostly need your advice when he screwed up and he has to deal with a creepy or an angry ex (he practically never knows why, so your first step will be to teach him the feminine psychology). You could even have to play the fake girlfriend during a party, he considers it is a complete part of your best friend statute.

From “best friends” to “more than friends” ?

Armin is maybe the guy with whom the limits are the easiest to cross. He totally could be ready for a kiss or even more with you, just for the fun, since he doesn't really see those acts like a “big stuff”. He would never lead you there if one of you is in a bad moment (like a break up) or if he knows it’s a first for you. If everything is fine, he will not think twice. He doesn't consider the consequences at the moment (obviously), even if it means regret it later.

It is actually maybe how your couple could start — a friendship with benefits — before feelings complicate the situation. There is a whole world between these two notions for Armin, and at this moment he will think that, maybe, he could lose you because of what you did together ? Too late, but he will try to play down, even if in reality he is totally afraid.

Alexy

In general ?

If you are interested by political subjects, he is probably the best to talk about it with you. You could remake the world during hours without seeing the time past. Lectures, demonstrations, boycotts, he will invite and follow you everywhere. His non-negotiable event is certainly the Gay Pride, you have to be there with him, he needs to share this moment with you, and maybe with Armin too. Anyway, Alexy during a funky moment or a party is a show you wouldn’t avoid for the world.

He is so physical. Always a kiss on the cheek, a warm hug, an arm around your shoulder, his hand in yours. You could share the same bed and wake up the next morning with him sleeping on top of you, and it isn't even strange at all. You took the habit to eat and watch reality shows at each other house, your parents see him almost as much as you. He can be that best friend with whom you’ve made a common tattoo, and he would talk about it a lot to everyone when it happened. If you are also a great friend of Armin, he will call you “the third one”, but still, would need his time with you only, because yes, Alexy could be a jealous friend sometimes.

You are in couple ?

He wants to know everything, even (or let’s be totally honest, especially) your most private moments. If you have a really sexy boyfriend, he will dream about him with you, could even tease him sometimes about some details you (regret you) told him, which will make you blush and receive a killer look from your partner.

If you are with his twin, of course, he is the happiest brother in the world. He will even start to call you “sis” with time. However, if things end badly between you and Armin, it will probably threat your friendship, because Alexy will always put Armin first. If he screwed up, it will be another story, he will become your official ex-couple therapist, and you could think he is too clingy and pushy. Count on him to give him an earful about what happened, he will be his nightmare for weeks.

He is in couple ?

Alexy, trying to avoid your look, becoming suddenly shy, blushing in the hallway without apparent reason ? It’s that something is wrong. And as the little love weasel you probably are, it will be your duty to know why (feel free, anyway, he acts the same with you). Confront him quite often, at a moment, he will finally speak. He needed it.

He shares so much with you. Every little gift, special moment, romantic date, argues, doubts and funny anecdotes about his boyfriend. You really have the impression you date him too, sometimes. Your opinion could actually be important for him, likes Armin’s one. He will organize an official meeting, will be so stressed and will bother him during hours, just to be sure you will be convinced he is a good person. Poor boy.

From “best friends” to “more than friends” ?

Congratulations, you are officially friendzoned. You are a girl. It will never happen. Maybe a peck once during a bottle game, but that’s all, and he absolutely felt nothing attractive during it. Of course, it doesn’t protect you from a crush on him. You’re screwed by advance, obviously, but if you chose to tell him to be honest and see with him what to do, he will not disappoint you. He will be the most understanding of all the guys, will be really sweet when he talks about it with you, he is a pro. He could ask to Rosalya or another girl you are close to, to take over, just to be sure you can confess to someone without any restriction. He wants to see the situation coming back to normal, and will be ready to do everything for that.

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Greed Pair - Run Back To Me

I’m making this mini series because of this post stream about the Servamps and Eves being separated and dealing with a distance limitation similar to the one in “His Dark Materials”.

Sloth || Pride || Envy || Wrath || (Greed) || Lust

“So, here’s the game plan.” Hyde said to his subclasses. Some were listening to him intently and others looked bored. Guildenstern was utterly exasperated with his servamp. Despite the danger, Hyde and Licht decided to turn their distance limitation into a game. Whoever caved in and run back to the other first would lose. It had already been an hour and Hyde was surprisingly composed.

Too composed.

Guildenstern’s eyes narrowed as he watched Hyde carefully. He knew his servamp too well to be fooled by his confident smile. But he didn’t say anything as he listened to Hyde’s instructions. “Hermia and Lysander, you two are on Licht watching duty! Make sure to protect him if anyone tries to hurt him. And try to make him miss me more by giving him little hints. Something like, ‘don’t you just want to run back to Hyde? You should go to him and give him a giant hug.’”

“How is that a little hint?” One of his subclasses asked him but Hyde waved away their words and went on.

“Puck and Demetrius, your job is to set up traps for me outside this room. If I try to leave the hotel and go to Licht’s recital, do whatever it takes to stop me. Gil, you have the most important role in this plan. You have to entertain me and distract me so I don’t leave this room.”

“Why do I have the hardest job?” Guildenstern frowned but he nodded. Before any of them could complain, Hyde pushed his subclasses out of the room. Once they were gone, Hyde slumped against the door and his smile fell. Out of all his subclasses, Guildenstern had been with him the longest so he didn’t need to act around him.

“Gil, I miss him. It hurts!” Hyde whined and sat on the ground. Guildenstern sat next to him and pat his head. “Do you think he misses me too.”

“How can he not with your distance limitation?” He pointed out and Hyde pouted at him so he knew that wasn’t the answer he wanted. He curled into a ball next to him and Guildenstern sighed to himself. Long ago, he promised to take care of Hyde. That mostly consisted of punishing his antics but it also included supporting him. “If you miss him, why don’t you just forget this game and go to him?”

“The winner gets the prize.” Hyde explained but the prize seemed less desirable with every passing minute. It felt like a part of him was missing and it was replaced with a palpable agony that clawed at his heart. There was a weight over him and it was difficult to breath. He wanted nothing more than to run to Licht’s side but he held himself back.

“You’re not going to win against Licht. You’re too greedy to just sit here and wait for him patiently. Don’t you want to see his recital? There’s still some time left.” Guildenstern could see how tempted Hyde was. He rocked from side to side as he considered running to Licht. Something pulled at his heart, urging him to. “He must miss you too so why are you keeping him waiting.”

“I can’t leave Lichtan waiting.” Hyde laughed even with the pain he was feeling. He stood and looked down at Guildenstern. “I gave you an important job and you utterly failed, you know? Well, lets see if Puck and Demetrius did a better job than you.”

They both turned to the window when they heard someone scream Hyde’s name. Hyde recognized the voice quickly but he still ran to the window to see who it was. His heart jumped when he saw Licht running down the street. His smile couldn’t be larger as he threw open the window. Even though the weight on his heart was gone, he still had the strong need to be next to Licht so he didn’t bother to wait for him.

Guildenstern was caught between sighing and laughing as he watched Hyde jump out of the window. He would have to punish him for his recklessness later but he was happy to see his servamp so filled with life. “I say I did my job very well as your subclass.”

“Lichtan!” Hyde glided to the ground as quickly as he could. Dropping down two stories only took a minute but it had never felt so long in his life and he landed ungracefully in his hast. He ignored the pain in his ankle and scrambled to Licht. He didn’t care that people were staring at him or that he must’ve looked silly because all he could think about was holding Licht.

When he called his name again, Licht looked up and their eyes met. He could see how haggard Licht was and guilt tightened his chest. They both ran faster and Hyde reached out his arms to him. Hyde barely started his apology when Licht kicked him. He stumbled back and cried. “That really hurt, Lichtan. What was that for?”

“That’s for making me play that stupid game, Shit Rat!” Licht grabbed his scarf and began to shake him roughly. “I’m never letting you talk me into this ever again. I had to end my recital early because I missed you so much and I could barely play. Look what you did to me!”

“You missed me?” Hyde knew he shouldn’t smile but the thought that Licht felt the same as him made him happy. He liked to think that it was because of more than their distance limitation. With a gentle hand, he stroked Licht’s arm. “I’m sorry. Did it hurt you much?”

“I didn’t miss you that much to actually feel pain.” Licht denied but Hyde could see small tears in his eyes. They were a strange mixture of frustration and relief. He didn’t want to admit how much he missed Hyde. He thought that he would be able to win the game easily because they had been separated once. But this time, he felt its affect like an avalanche.

“Well, I missed you. I’m never going to leave your side again.” Hyde hugged him tightly and he was surprised when Licht returned it. Having Licht before him felt perfect and he didn’t know why he wanted to ever be apart from him. Then he grinned and said, “Lichtan, you do realize you ran back to me first and I won, right?”

Licht stiffened for a moment when he remembered the conditions of their game. He groaned to himself but said, “Fine. You get to pick where to eat tonight. Where do you want to go?”

“Wanna order Chinese take out? I just want to stay in tonight. We can eat and watch a movie on the couch.” After being apart and feeling the affects of their distance limitation, Hyde was certain that sitting across a table from Licht would feel too far. He felt Licht nod against his chest and held him tighter.

I was going to make them all platonic but my love for LawLicht made that plan go out the window. The others will focus more on family and friendship (maybe with the exception of the Sloth Pair). I admittedly never read “His Dark Material” so I don’t know how accurate this is and just went off descriptions I read.

#servamp #lawlicht #licht jekylland todoroki #servamp hyde #servamp guildenstern #fanfiction #need more of hyde and his subclasses

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friendlyneighborhoodwhateve-blog · 7 years ago

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The Hogwarts Revolution // A Next Gen Story

For my friends in here as always: @always-blame-jefferson , @hannahbakcr and @allthebrighteststars

Also, @lookaroundlookaroundhowlucky , for making me feel the happiest I’ve been in a couple of weeks.

Let me not forget @ravenclaw-nerd-105 for ramdomly geeking out over Harry Potter with me.

Word count: 1900

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

Part 8/ ?

Cast / Masterlist

AN: I’m sorry for the time between chapters for those of you who are reading this story. College has been hell, I’ve just started a new job and I’m pretty sure anxiety has become a permanent resident. That being said, please enjoy these chapter and give me some validation.

October Second, 2015

11:35 PM

“It’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine…” He murmured the mantra, holding onto his legs, pressed against the corner of the room. But he knew it was coming.

How had the night ended so terribly, Albus thought to himself as he watched Scorpius sleep on the infirmary bed with rose by his side. They were all having fun until James showed up, he could feel his breath come out in short puffs, his heart beating erratically in his chest, his head began to swim as thought clouded his mind.

It’s all my fault, my fault, my fault.

If he hadn’t insisted on going to the party, maybe his best friend wouldn’t be in this situation.

What would he do if Scorpius hated him once he woke up, of course Madam Pomfrey had assured him it wouldn’t happen but what if? The tingling in the tips of his fingers increased and he wiped the sweat away on his pants.

The boy’s head rose when the sound of footsteps was heard entering the infirmary. While Lyra went to talk to Rose and Scorpius, Lorcan went to talk to the frightened kid, the older girl was only able to mutter a few words due to the intense anger she was feeling.

“I am going to kill James Potter.”

TWENTY SIX HOURS EARLIER

It was another ordinary day at Hogwarts. Well, as ordinary as it got in a school for witchcraft and wizardry. Currently, Teddy was presiding over a meeting with the prefects about the school, it seemed that lately the tension between the houses had risen to a whole new level and Minerva had made finding some sort of solution their responsibility. The group was made up of twenty four people in total: Teddy (Edward actually but calling him by his full names was weird) and Elena Cortez, Head Boy and Girl, Elena was one of the nicest girls anyone had ever met, plus extremely brilliant academically, of course she would be the head girl.

Then there were the prefects, for Gryffindor they were Lorcan Scamander and May Winston in the fifth year, a muggle born girl that was one the triplets best friends, the sixth year prefects were Linda Prince and Christian Cortes, seventh year was represented by Liana Verita and Mason Carter; the Ravenclaw fifth year prefects were none other than Lysander Scamander and Victoire Weasley, secretly everyone hoped they’d somehow end up together, sixth year had Roxanne Weasley and Wes Blythe, it had been a surprise to everyone when the girl had been sorted into Ravenclaw given her parents were both Gryffindors, lastly Hayley Fields and Carlos Valente were the seventh year prefects.

As for the Hufflepuff representatives, they were Augusta Longbottom and Castor Spinnet in fifth year, both of them were incredible people, for year six the representatives were Cassandra Lenn and Spencer Morgan, Molly Weasley II and Rafael Vidal finalized the Hufflepuff representatives. Lastly, for the Slytherin house, fifth year prefects were Lyra Scamander and Lin Pisani, sixth year had Philippa Chou and Rami Nadeau to represent it and to close the group came Tish Diggle and Ezra McKean for the seventh year.

“This week we had four unauthorized duels, three fist fights and the prank the Gryffindors pulled landed three people in the infirmary with allergic reactions.”

On Thursday morning, during lunch, James and his friends decided that it’d be a fun idea to make Puffapods appear on the Slytherin table, an otherwise harmless prank had it not been for the fact that three people had ended up in the infirmary because of it, Lyra included among them; the fumes the plant emitted while blooming triggered a reaction similar to asthma. Lorcan sat beside his sister, who still was a bit shaken. Everyone in the room was infuriated but there was virtually nothing they could do, at least during the day.

“I suggest an integration party.” Said Wes Blythe, soon being followed by murmurs of agreement. “Maybe a costume party where upon entering you are put under a spell to be virtually unrecognizable until a certain time.”

The idea was nice. Maybe without the labels of the houses people would learn that there was more to each other than where they were placed, if everyone could do that life would be much easier.

After the meeting it was decided that the party would be held at the Great Hall on Saturday night, students of every age would be able to attend under the supervision of the prefects and head students. The use of a costume was obligatory but you could go literally as anything you wanted, the magic was that no one would be able to tell it was you. At midnight, the spell would be lifted. After the last details were set, the students sent an owl to Minerva, which she promptly answered with a positive feedback.

“Let’s go to bed everyone, we have very busy day tomorrow.” Not that Teddy himself would actually go to bed, he just had to give a somewhat good example. Truth was that just like he had inherited his father’s gentle and calm personality, he had also inherited his mother’s lack of ability to behave, it was just better concealed.

He then walked to his best friend, who was still shaken from the sever allergic reaction from the previous day.

“Hey Eddie.” This nickname only surfaced when she was either very tired or sick. Lin, her housemate that had been talking to her until now took his leave and went away.

“Come on, Ly.”

Lorcan and Lysander watched from a small distance as the pair left, the boy’s right arm draped around their sister shoulder, the girl barely being able to stand upright. Sure James was one of their best friends despite all of his actions but now he had crossed a line.

TWELVE HOURS EARLIER

The last month had been hard for all of them.

Albus was fairing very well academically, along with his friends Rose and Scorpius but since his father had heard of his sorting, he hadn’t sent a single letter to him. As impulsive as she was, Lyra had nearly sent Harry Potter a howler sevral time, if it wasn’t for Victoire she’d probably have sent at least three. Rose, Scorpius and him had become very good friends but somehow he still felt left out most of the time.

Not today, today there would be a sort of costume party and after a lot of nagging on his part, his friends had agreed to go with him, neither of them were exactly party people but the idea was rather fun. So Rose would go as Jesse Quick from The Flash, not that she liked the show that much but she loved Jesse’s character; Scorpius as a Jedi, after he had been introduced to Star Wars at one of the Slytherin Movie Nights it was pretty much the only thing he could think about; and Albus was going as Percy Jackson, because he had become his favorite character over summer. Lyra helped the younger kids get ready with Tori, Dominique and a bunch of other people.

When everyone from year three and under was ready to go, the older ones got ready, Tori was going as Supergirl, Dominique and Michelle were going as Korra and Asami, Lorcan and Lysander thought it would be funny so they were going as Thing One and Thing Two, Lyra was going as Anastasia and Teddy as Dmitri, others like James, Carter or Fred would decide their costumes fifteen minutes before it was time to go.

THREE HOURS EARLIER

Before everything began, Headmistress McGonagall passed by the Hall to check everything, she had to say that the group had impressed her greatly. The ceilings echantment had been temporarily altered to display fireworks instead of the night sky, the tables had been pushed to the far walls and were covered in black tablecloths with colorful tableware. All in all, the hall looked great, they had surely made great choices with the prefects and head students.

It wasn’t long before the students began gathering in front of the doors to enter the party, Lorcan and Lysander were already under the charm that made the person unrecognizable so they had been in charge of putting everyone else under it. The prefects and head students however, were under a different version of the charm, they could recognize themselves between them but to other students they would only look strangely familiar.

James, whose last minute costume was Gaston from Beauty and the Beast, had only gone to the party for the sake of it. He thought that the whole point of it was ridiculous, if they weren’t supposed to care which house a person had been sorted into, why were there houses in the first place? But then again, his brother had been sorted into Slytherin and he wasn’t all that he had been taught, neither was Lyra or Dominique.

Still, better safe then sorry. During the party he had steered clear of anyone who looked suspicious to him (that meant anyone who looke like a Slytherin), however he did have fun. At about ten in the evening, the girl prefects and Elena, the head girl were sitting in the corner of a table talking about their respective crushes (some of them had far too many, while others had none when Augusta asked Lyra who was her crush.

“Merlin, Auggie, it feels like we’re all the way back in first year.”

“You didn’t answer her question, Miss Scamander. Is it a certain seventh year Hufflepuff?” Retorted Hayley, the girl was wearing a very extravagant Ursula costume. For some unknow reason, Lyra blushed.

“I don’t know, maybe. The thing is I’m not really certain if I like Teddy in that way, but I could fall for him so easily that it’s kind of scary.”

Lyra and Teddy knew that they woould somehow end up together, it was one of the things you just know deep in your heart, there had never been another option for either of them.

At about fifteen minutes until midnight, they began going to their positions around the hall to lift the charm. The excitment in the atmosphere was nearly touchable, James was blissfully unaware of the fact that the people he had been hanging out with for the past couple of hours were all in Slytherin.

When midnight hit the charm was lifted and the reactions wer mostly good but one in particular caught everyone’s attention. James Potter who until now was animatedly talking with the small group around him took a step back, the people around him were people he remembered seeing around the castle wearing green and silver.

Suddenly, everything he believed wasn’t as clear anymore and everything he wanted was to leave the party. In his haste to leave he ended up pushing several people out of the way, one of them being Scorpius Malfoy. In that moment several things happened, the first one was Lyra yealling James’s name, the second was his arm swinging when he turned around, the third was his arm hitting Scorpius which in turn made the small boy stumble and fall to the ground awkwardly bending his leg. A resounding crack was heard. James disappeared like a ghost.

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“Did something happen?” Lysander asks softly as he takes a seat next to Wyatt. His eyes are fixed on the bundle in his lap – which still writhes. Here Lysander thought maybe he’d imagined that. Wyatt bites his lip. There are dark circles under his eyes, almost as though they’re bruises. But his eyes are reddened, blood vessels popped the way they do when he doesn’t sleep well and goes to work trying not to fall asleep. He nods, a little frantic, and winces when Lysander raises a hand to place it between his shoulder blades. “I think I’m losing it,” he whispers, and his voice shakes. Lysander furrows his brows. “Losing it?” “It’s,” Wyatt begins and slips a hand into the bundle on his lap. It makes a sound between a purr and a satisfied grunt. “The other day, I was… we were having dinner. The boys and I. And Sicheng was hogging the cucumber salad, and I – I didn’t wanna get up and get it, but he wasn’t listening ‘cause he was talking to – anyway, I wanted that salad and I was really annoyed and suddenly the bowl stood right in front of me. Just. Gone. Like… “ He licks his lips. Runs his free hand through his hair, unstyled like it seldom is. Turning his head, he gives Lysander a brief look as though he tries to gauge his reaction but doesn’t have the heart to stay for the result. Lysander’s chest tightens at the sight. “And that… happened again, a few days later. So I sat down and… and… “ His eyes drift away to the scented candle sitting on the coffee table. He extends his free hand, frowns, and from one second to the next, the candle sits snugly in his palm. Lysander’s mouth drops open. “You saw that, right?” Wyatt asks, staring at Lysander again. “I told the others, but they didn’t notice shit, and told me I needed to take a nap or something. But I don’t need a damn nap. Please, tell me you saw that.” Quickly, Lysander nods. “I saw that, yes. You moved the candle without actually moving it.” Wyatt lets out a breath that sounds uncharacteristically relieved. He puts the candle away and leans back, shoulders slumping. “You saw it. Thank god.” The bundle in his lap makes the same noise as before, still writhing under the heap of blankets. This is the exact definition of a deja vu. When Lysander’s magic first manifested, it started out with tiny things, too. Turning on the electric kettle from his spot on the couch, switching off the light without having to physically do it. He’d chalked it up to being forgetful at first, to having done everything the way it’s supposed to and simply forgetting about it. But Wyatt is acutely aware of what’s happening, albeit scared of it. To think he would possess the same powers Lysander does is beyond odd. He’d thought him to be fully human. Touch gentle, he brings his hand up to run it through the hairs on the back of Wyatt’s head. Wyatt melts into it, leans to the side to settle his weight against Lysander’s shoulder. When he speaks again, his eyes have drifted closed. “But that’s not the weirdest part.” He unpacks the bundle on his lap, all careful and slow. There, in between soft fabric sits a small animal, a puppy with golden fur and a mane like a lion. It yips and shivers and tries to burrow back into the blanket. Wyatt curves a palm around its head. It nuzzles into it an instant. “Wyatt,” Lysander whispers, gaze fixed on the puppy. “Is that –” “So you can see him?” Wyatt interrupts him. He straightens in his seat, curling his fingers under the puppy’s chin. “None of the others can. That’s weird, right? How can that be?” Lysander doesn’t have an answer. This puppy, this tiny bundle of fur, is a product of Wyatt’s magic – that much he is sure of. But why would it be invisible to other people? And, more importantly, why does he see it, then? Tentative at first, he reaches out to let the puppy sniff his fingers. It looks up at him with wide, crimson-red eyes and wags its tail. Wyatt watches, looking from Lysander to the puppy and back. “He… says you smell nice.” “Oh.” Lysander’s face softens. He rubs a finger over the puppy’s nose, then scratches it gently behind its perky ears. “Thank you, little one.” Wyatt still looks beyond spooked, but some of the tension has left his body. It’s easy to imagine what he went through. Discovering all of this and having nobody believe him takes a toll even on someone like him, usually so full of confidence and wit. He seems much younger like this. More innocent. “How… did you get him?” Lysander asks after a short stretch of silence, and it makes Wyatt curl in on himself a little. He takes a deep breath, as though to steel himself. “I went to bed early yesterday ‘cause I was feeling like shit. When I woke up in the middle of the night, he was… right there. Sleeping next to me. So I just went back to sleep. I still felt like ass and was pretty sure I was dreaming. But then he woke me up, licking my face all over. And when I went to tell the others, they didn’t believe me. ‘Cause they can’t see him.” He marks a pause, brows knitting together. “He… talks. That’s… super weird, right? But only I can hear him. I don’t know what’s happening, Lys.” Lysander brings his hands up to Wyatt’s face to cup it. “That’s all right, little brother. I do.” “Y-you do?” Wyatt’s eyes go wide. “It’s nothing terrible, I promise. You’re not crazy.” As he speaks, he calls for Almond over their rapport, and he appears like he always does with a quiet poof, perching himself atop Lysander’s shoulder. Immediately, Wyatt recoils. “What –” “He’s my familiar,” Lysander answers before Wyat finishes his question. “My… well, we’re connected. He speaks, too, but only I can hear it. I, and other familiars.” Cooing, Almond jumps down from Lysander’s shoulder to sniff curiously at the puppy.Who’s he? He’s tiny! Whatever the puppy responds makes Almond burst into giggles. “I still don’t get it,” says Wyatt with a frown, and he sounds so lost that all Lysander wants to do is pull him close and hug him. But he resists the urge, too determined to clear that confusion. “This’ll be a lot to take in,” he says, folding his hands in his lap. “And I know what it sounds like. I didn’t want to believe it at first, either.” This time, it’s he who takes a deep breath. “I’m a witch, Wyatt. And I think you are, too. These things happening to you? It’s your magic manifesting. And this little guy,” he gestures towards the puppy, “is your familiar.” As expected, Wyatt gapes for a long, long moment, before he says, slowly, “You’re a… witch. Like… like in the movies? Potions and spells and… “ Lysander nods. “Yes. And no. It’s… a little different, I think. But I do work spells, and I do know how to make potions. I’m still starting out, but it’s getting there.” And just like that, a weight lifts from Lysander’s chest. How many times did he try to work up the courage to tell Wyatt this? How many times did he start, fully intending to stop hiding the truth, only to get scared at the very last second? Wyatt is difficult, after all. Ignorant in many ways, even if he doesn’t seem too conscious of it. He has his beliefs and his opinions, most of them formed by their close-minded parents, and changing them is like pulling teeth. So Lysander steels himself for a comment that may cut deep, may hurt. Instead, Wyatt nods, mouth still hanging open. “And I’m… like that, too? But why didn’t I know before? Why now?” “I’m not sure. My magic didn’t come around until a few months ago, either. So –” “A few months ago? You’ve been a – a witch or whatever all this time and you didn’t tell me?” A laugh slips out of Lysander’s mouth, dry and void of humor. “How was I supposed to do that? How do you just tell someone this? I’m still learning, myself. Sometimes, it’s hard for me to believe it. I’m sorry, Wyatt. I wanted to tell you sooner, I really did.” Wyatt falls silent again. Pets the puppy, who has since started cuddling with Almond, like he did before, and then says, “I… need to think about this. Can you… can you take care of him for a while? Just… I don’t know.” The puppy startles with Wyatt moving to get up, yipping at him. “Wyatt, please. He’s your familiar. You can’t –” “I don’t – care right now, okay? I need to… this is too much.” He’s on his feet before Lysander has a chance to stop him, out of the door before he gets another word in. A part of Lysander isn’t surprised, not about the reaction and not about how much it smarts, but another wishes that, for once, Wyatt would have changed. He looks down at the puppy – Wyatt’s familiar – and sighs. Almond licks the puppy all over in a means to soothe it, but it only makes the quiet whines that come out of its tiny snout louder, more miserable. Lysander grabs his phone and sends an emergency text Qiaomeng’s way. He, hopefully, will know what to do.

#❝ a movie called life // lysander stories.#❝ a movie called life // wyatt stories.#abuse /

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Meeting Pierce Brown

08/27/17 @ Raffles Makati for The Philippine Readers and Writers Festival #GoReadWrite2017 by National Bookstore

Hello! I’m really inactive on tumblr but I want to make a crappy visual (doodle) report/diary thing so that I can preserve this memory forever...or at least until this site exists. I dra—invited my biffle Gabby (@gabbyganchie on twitter) to come with me to Piece Brown’s Author Spotlight and Book Signing so that I won’t be a total awkward scarecrow, not to mention that it might be a once in a lifetime chance to meet Pierce Brown in the Philippines. She became a howler after I lend her my Red Rising trilogy books over a year ago and now, we’re lowkey crazy about this man’s books...

Gabby and I planned to meet at Raffles Makati at 6 AM even though the registration will start at 8:30 AM because the line for Pierce’s signing will be crazy with only 300 slots.

I arrived at Raffles at 6:15 AM with a line of over 30 people, including my buddies on Red Rising Philippines (a.k.a. The Philippine Howlers.) My first agenda is to meet Chai, the one who organized to buy members a cute Howler hat and claim mine. However, I didn’t went straight due to my awkward/shy tendencies and waited for over 30 minutes to go when we’re seated to wait for the registrations to open.

After I got my hat, Chai also gave me a paper to raise up when Pierce makes his entrance for the Discussion later. I got to my seat and waited a bit more until they finally open the registration as early as 7:30 AM due to the growing crowd. We are asked to go outside again to form a line. I got my book signing ticket which is 40 out of 300 with a sampler of Pierce Brown’s Iron Gold and ID as an attendee of The Philippine Readers and Writers Festival almost around 8:15 AM. They also gave away free entrance pass for the upcoming 2017 Manila International Book Fair.

My friend Gabby still hasn’t arrived yet so I waited for her until she arrived around 9:45 AM. Apparently, she got lost b̶̶̶u̶̶̶t̶̶̶ ̶̶̶I̶̶̶ ̶̶̶w̶̶̶o̶̶̶n̶̶̶’̶̶̶t̶̶̶ ̶̶̶g̶̶̶o̶̶̶ ̶̶̶i̶̶̶n̶̶̶t̶̶̶o̶̶̶ ̶̶̶t̶̶̶o̶̶̶ ̶̶̶d̶̶̶e̶̶̶t̶̶̶a̶̶̶i̶̶̶l̶̶̶ ̶̶̶b̶̶̶e̶̶̶c̶̶̶a̶̶̶u̶̶̶s̶̶̶e̶̶̶ ̶̶̶s̶̶̶h̶̶̶e̶̶̶ ̶̶̶m̶̶̶i̶̶̶g̶̶̶h̶̶̶t̶̶̶ ̶̶̶s̶̶̶m̶̶̶a̶̶̶c̶̶̶k̶̶̶ ̶̶̶m̶̶̶e̶̶̶ ̶̶̶s̶̶̶o̶̶̶ ̶̶̶I̶̶̶’̶̶̶l̶̶̶l̶̶̶ ̶̶̶l̶e̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶t̶̶̶h̶̶̶i̶̶̶s̶̶̶ ̶̶̶a̶̶̶s̶̶̶ ̶̶̶i̶̶̶t̶̶̶ ̶̶̶i̶̶̶s̶̶̶.

We ate our brunch at Tim Ho Wan. Both of us were really sleepy and hungry but our conversations about the trilogy and Iron Gold is full of enthusiasm because we’re so pumped to see Pierce Brown later. Afterwards, we strolled around nearby malls until we decided to go back at 1:30 PM to wait on Ballroom 2 of the hotel where the discussion and signing will be held.

We arrived to Ballroom 2 past 1:30 PM and the seats are almost 90% full! We hurried to find at least a decent seat and we did find out somewhere 4-5 away from the last row. Gabby and I also reserved one more seat for two of our friends that’ll be coming later.

It’s a very interesting sight. People of different walks of life and age are attending. As a fan, it made me smile a lot. Few minutes later, the venue is full and there are no seats available anymore but the organizers added more seats at the corner rows a̶s̶ ̶f̶a̶s̶t̶ ̶a̶s̶ ̶s̶a̶n̶i̶c̶. Because I’m seated on a corner row, adding new seats made me have new seatmates. They’re very chill middle-aged women that didn’t know much about Pierce but very interested to listen on the discussion.

Gabby and I just talk about random stuff like on how I said that Pierce’s display picture on the projector looks like he escaped some room and is about to expose the antagonist of some story. Gabby defended him and told me that he looks really handsome on the picture which I agreed 100%

The discussion started 5 minutes earlier than scheduled (2 PM) and when Pierce stepped inside the room, I’d never been so drown with screams and howling a̶n̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶s̶a̶y̶s̶ ̶a̶ ̶l̶o̶t̶ ̶b̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶e̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶a̶ ̶l̶o̶t̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶c̶o̶s̶p̶l̶a̶y̶e̶r̶s̶/̶a̶r̶t̶i̶s̶t̶ ̶s̶i̶g̶n̶i̶n̶g̶.̶ Even the boys are screaming. Is this really a discussion and book signing event or J-Pop/K-Pop idol fan meeting? Despite saying this, I was also howling while making a heart sign at one point after I got tired of raising the printed wolf picture I got from Chai so I’m not the one to talk. LOL. The charisma of the man that’s been labeled as the “Hottest ‘Young Adult’ Author in the World” is a force to reckon with.

As soon I’d witness this sight, I know that it’ll be a different book discussion than anything I’d ever attended in my lifetime. You know, the formal clapping and the stuffy professional air on discussions? You know what I’m talking about. I didn’t feel anything like that and I’m very happy that I didn’t feel something similar to that ‘cause it means Pierce doesn’t put invisible barriers within himself and us fans.

The discussion started and it was an amazing one. It opened on the steps of Red Rising Trilogy as a successful book and what are the elements inspired the theme of the book + Iron Gold. Like seriously. I want to talk about it point by point but I haven’t written it down and my brain is still in post #PierceBrowninPH blues so I’ll just list down the highlights/left the lasting impression to me:

- Pierce has a love affair going on with adobo. - He’s also loving bagoong. - He thanked his girlfriend for the support (which most girls answered you’re welcome. LMAO.) - He’s going to Palawan tomorrow (August 28, 2017) - Pierce’s mom didn’t read the first book he finished but pretended that she did. - He tried to write 4k words a day like Stephen King but it made his family stressed by the pressure he puts on himself. - He writes once day without any time/goal set but tries to make at least 4 hrs. a day. - Pierce wanted to talk more about the red Rising movie that is in development but Hollywood wants to keep it shut for now so he didn’t say much. - For aspiring writers: Keep writing and keep trying. (He said a lot of very inspiring stuff before he said this so...yeah.)

Pierce Brown’s discussion is a success and the crowd gave a loud yet sophisticated applause with howls. It’s time for the awaited Q & A. The majority is itching to ask questions but only less than 10 people are entertained. It was a very intense Q & A. The questions are directly related to the series which the host is very surprised with as I observed. Pierce answered every question in detail which is totally satisfying. To Eriele who cosplayed Eo and asked about Roque and Tactus’ possible relationship to Pierce, I salute you! I’m so happy to know that there’s a PH howler passionate about Roque and Tactus’ possible relationship like me.

I really want to ask him about Lysander’s character inspiration and thought process while making him + his future characteristics after all the shit happened in the trilogy and how it will affect his actions at Iron Gold. I’m quite salty not being picked because I’m raising my hand with my whole might without standing or making a scene and the host still didn’t notice me. ̶I̶’̶M̶ ̶V̶E̶R̶Y̶ ̶S̶A̶L̶T̶Y.

Gabby comforted me that there’ll be next time if Pierce’ll return to Philippines again to promote Iron Gold while the middle-aged women beside me roasted the host to cheer me up because they observed that the host is only calling the one’s on their left side. I thanked them and told that I’ll try to bring up my question on the book signing instead.

The time for the book signing has finally arrived and the first 20 people are called. Pierce is seated and has a long black table in front of him. I observed that the first batch took pictures while Pierce is still seated with the long table blocking fans apart so at some point, Pierce encouraged the fans to go at his side. I want to call them the lucky ones because Pierce talked to them for quite a long time. After that, he disappeared (to probably take a break) for almost 15 minutes. He returned not wearing his suit anymore and changed his orange shirt with a black one with some organizers bringing a circle high table and have the long black table moved slightly at the back.

What an amazing man. He could leave that as it is but he wanted a closer interaction to fans so he decided that he’ll sign the books standing. Take note that he needs to interact with 280 more people and sign over 300 books. I saw posts of people who waited until the end of the signing that he stood for over 3 hours without taking a break. With that arranged, the second batch is called. It’s finally my turn. Hallelujah! My friend Kris who arrived at the middle of the discussion offered to document the moment of my signing which I’m very thankful for. The turns are a lot quicker compared to the first batch (most likely due to a schedule) so I didn’t wait really long until it’s my turn and get to see him up close.

We looked each other on the eye and while almost everyone says that he’s hot, can we also talk about his eyes? It’s a different genre. It’s hypnotizing. I now get why Sevro collects people’s eyeballs because eyes like Pierce Brown exist.

I also need to mention that we smoothly shook hand. Like...ho—how? I never had a smooth handshake when meeting someone new. I’m a bit scared with handshakes because I know that it’ll end up awkward but on some miracle, it didn’t happen with Pierce. Here’s how our conversation went after the handshake — Pierce: Mae? Have we talked before? Me: Yeah. Back when Morning Star was released. I asked you when will the paperback will come out and you said it’ll be out six months later. I told you that I couldn’t wait that long so I pre-ordered the hardbound because our bookstore don’t have it yet. There’s also that one time at goodreads. Also, I replied to your tweet days ago regarding #GoReadWrite2017. P: I saw your tweet and liked it. Thank you for coming! And yes, I remember that! I find it strange that it wasn’t out on the bookstore when it’s a worldwide release. M: My cousin borrowed my copy of the trilogy w/c includes my hardbound Morning Star and hasn’t returned it since so I bought your books again. P: Your cousin is a cheeky book thief...! *signs my books* M: Yeah. I asked for my books a lot of times but they never returned it. [National Bookstore official gesturing to take my phone for the photo] M̶e̶ ̶(̶t̶h̶o̶u̶g̶h̶t̶s̶)̶:̶ Oh crap. I haven’t told him my inner geek -ings about Lysander. What to do?! M: *glances on my phone* Before I forgot, I drew Victra! I was supposed to give you a print but I haven’t finished on time so this drawing is still incomplete. *shows drawing* P: Oh wow, she looks lovely with that dress. Make sure to tweet it to me once you finished it. M: Sure thing! (̶I̶ ̶r̶e̶g̶r̶e̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶I̶ ̶s̶a̶i̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶T̶B̶H̶.̶ ̶I̶ ̶a̶l̶s̶o̶ ̶r̶e̶g̶r̶e̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶I̶ ̶s̶h̶o̶w̶e̶d̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶.̶ ̶N̶o̶w̶,̶ ̶I̶ ̶n̶e̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶f̶i̶n̶i̶s̶h̶ ̶i̶t̶.̶ ̶L̶M̶A̶O̶.̶)̶

Pierce then pointed at the official. He got really antsy because I talked more and my phone hanged when I’m about to set the camera. My friend Kris also took some pictures when the official tried to stop him because the policy said that only the official is the one that’s allowed to take a picture but Pierce being so smooth to this signing told the official that it’s fine.

I haven’t told a pose to do so Pierce settled on holding my shoulder while I shakily hold his waist because of the height difference. I think he felt my hand shaking so he gave a light squeeze to the shoulder before he told that we’re ready to take a picture.

After the picture is taken, Pierce handed me my books and added before we parted— Thank you for supporting my books...twice! Also, tell your cousin that they need to return your books or the reaper will come to them.

I feel like my brain melted a bit after talking to him to the point when Gabby asked me almost instantly on how is it, my sentences are pretty incoherent. When I recovered, I told her that I forgot to ask Pierce for a hug so I’m hoping that she’ll avenge for me. Gabby did ask Pierce for a hug but Pierce told her that “You’re free to hug me even if you didn’t ask.” (If you want her story on what happened to their meeting, bug her on twitter). I hugged Gabby tightly as soon as she returned and said that she avenged for me. I have such awesome friends.

Once we went out on the venue, me together with Gabby, Kris & Nat (that arrived 3 turns before my turn on the signing) strolled around the floor and took pictures before we decided to eat dinner at Kenny Rogers. We conversed and strolled more until we decided to travel back home.

Writing all what happened still feels surreal to me that I’m having a post-signing withdrawal. I’m thankful for National Bookstore that they invited Pierce to come over in the Philippines. I PM -ed them over a year ago about Pierce and when NBS announced that they’ll have him at #GoReadWrite2017, I’m beyond ecstatic and searched for a local Red Rising FB group. Joining the Red Rising Philippines, I discovered that there are a lot of PH Howlers that requested Pierce to visit Philippines too. I’m really glad that NBS reciprocated to our feelings.

Finally, Thank you Pierce Brown for coming in the Philippines. We Filipino howlers appreciate it so much! I hope that you’ll enjoy your last few days here and hopefully, visit us again soon.

Audentes fortuna juvat and live for more, my fellow howlers!

- Mae

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