#.alice turner // answered ask

[urapocolypticcrush]

heyy rose!! 👋👋 hope ur doing well <3

i remembered about some of the questions u asked me a little while ago and im so sorry i forgot about them but heres some of my answers!

i draw, and i love drawing, creating characters, and colouring them in with paint and coloured pencils and markers! i havent really experimented with much else than acrylic, guache and watercolour paint, and painting makes me a little bit stressed sometimes, but when im in the right mood i do enjoy it! (i really love drawing tho, my sketchbook & pencils are some of my favourite things)

i also love musical theatre if u count that as art! ive been in two productions so far, and currently doing shows for my second one!

i play the piano (i told u about that!) and also love playing accoustic guitar 🎶 im really passionate about music, its my lifeline along with reading books, which connects to my next point!

i ABSOLUTELY LOVE BOOKS AHHHHHH i love reading books, buying books, looking at books, talking about books omg

i read 3 or 4 books per week (if im not too busy) and the bookshelves in my room are stuffed i own over 200 books...

my fave series (my comfort reads): keeper of the lost cities, nevermoor, wings of fire, the small spaces quartet , the stella montgomery intrigue, the rosewood chronicles, a pinch of magic series, miss peregrine's peculiar children (only books 1-3 though i dont like 4-6 because jacob becomes an idiot imo), heartstopper

my fave books: the lucky list, six times we almost kissed, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, the secret garden, little women, alex, approximately and so many others

i love movies & tv shows! some i like are: pirates of the carribean 1&2 (will turner & elizabeth swann are SO PERFECT AHHHHHH), heartstopper (literally the most wholesome thing ever created), enola holmes 1&2, the parent trap (the lindsay lohan one), the owl house, she ra, wednesday, alexa & katie, tangled, frozen II, the dragon prince, alice through the looking glass

omg this is so long... but let me know if u like any of these too!

from anon 💌

omg hihi anon 💌 !!!

do not be sorry, i’m so glad you’ve answered them because i LOVE this list!!

it’s so cool that you create characters!!! i really wish i was talented enough for that so you’re literally the coolest!!!

i wish you the best of luck for your second musical production!!!! i hope the shows go well you’re amazing!!!!

i love music and books too so we’re literally the same person teeehee!

I CANT BELIEVE YOU READ 3-4 BOOKS PER WEEK. i read a book either everyday or every 2 days BUT THATS ONLY WHEN IM OFF SCHOOL (because i dont have the focus to read when im at school) so i think you’re SUPER impressive omg! and my bookshelves are ALSO stuffed…

out of your comfort reads, i’ve only read a pinch of magic series and heartstopper! but i love both a lot so i can see you have great taste!!

in your other list, i’ve read six times we almost kissed and little women!! (the seven husbands of evelyn hugo IS on my list and i WILL read it - eventually)

but you have super cool taste and i LOVE how much you love books AAAH

STOP I LOVE ENOLA HOLMES AND THE OWL HOUSE AND SHE RA AND TANGLED AND FROZEN 2!!!!! (you really do have good taste)

anyway this was super cool, i love getting to know more about you!!!!!

thanks so much anon 💌 <33

[lya-dustin]

Someone will remember us

Chapter 36

Cw: blood, death, implied tortue, vomit, implied ptsd, and targcest is a given

Gif by @decisiontoleave

(Gif is my faceclaim for Teora, Jodie Turner Smith as Anne Boleyn)

Teora Waters was the only daughter of Lord Corwyn Velaryon and his Summer Island paramour.

He had four sons with his legitimate wife, and when Chatanya, Captain of the Lightning Bird, came three years after their brief affair in her home Island of Jhala, he became the father of four sons and one daughter.

Lady Cassella Velaryon accepted the base born girl as if she were her own blood and raised her as devout to the Seven as she was.

It came to no surprise when Teora of Driftmark took holy vows in Driftmark’s own motherhouse at the age of twenty.

It was on her twenty- first name day, that Princess Aemma was born.

The girl to whom she would devote her life to for the rest of her days.

Teora of Driftmark was seven and thirty when she perished, to the sea she belonged and to the sea she returned to.

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Teora couldn’t be dead.

No, no, it had to be a bad dream.

Teora’s just hurt, she will get better, the princess tells herself as she runs to the Grand Maester's tower.

“I am sorry, your highness, we have done all we can.” The Grand Maester apologizes as Vaemond rages at him, Rhaenys comes to hold her as she cries into shoulder.

Teora who had been her most trusted friend, a second mother, her rock, and now she was dead.

“My sister was murdered; they will pay for this.” Vaemond vowed to them. “What will be done to the servant girl who killed her?”

“She is to be tried by the Faith; the murder of a Septa is a most grievous sin. The Most Devout will come to try her.” Orwyle answered as he offers something to calm her.

A public spectacle, a trial where the entire realm will get to hate whoever killed her and the Most Devout use it to claim they remain incorruptible.

It stops being about Teora, about finding peace for her soul and more about how they look to the people.

“How did she die?” Aemma asked wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

“Blunt object to her head, a servant girl was caught trying to steal from her highness, and the Septa was bludgeoned by a candle holder.” the maester explained almost sadly.

Teora was well liked by everyone, even Cole couldn’t hate her.

“Have her body prepared, she will be taken to Driftmark for burial.” Rhaenys finally speaks up, voice not showing the depth of her own sorrow. “I will leave to the Stepstones today, and bring my husband home, if he must know his sister is no more, he cannot hear it from a letter.”

“I will go with you, Vhagar and I can cover you should there be any troubles.” Aemond offers as he walks in with Cole hot on his heels.

“No, stay with your wife, she needs you more than I need an escort. I will take Jacaerys and Baela with me, Moondancer and Vermax will suffice.” Her grandmother shook her head and only let go of Aemma who felt like falling to her knees in agony.

Aemond holds her hand, he is not the kind to be so open with his affection, but she clings to him either way.

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The room is left spotless, but Aemma cannot un-see Teora lying dead in her own blood.

She never saw it, she had been with Helaena all morning, but in her mind’s eye she can see how Teora was murdered.

Teora who had been her everything.

Teora who was more her mother than her own mother and the keeper of her secrets.

They are to leave with the Velaryons tomorrow, Aegon and Helaena are to come with them.

After that they will go on a short progress and get away from this cursed place for as long as they are able.

Aemma doesn’t know if she will ever be able to live in these rooms again.

In fact, just being here is enough to make her sick.

She’s doubled over a bucket Jeyne had brought when Alicent comes to offer her condolences.

The queen’s hands are cool, clammy even, against her forehead as she holds back her head and hair.

A mother may wrinkle her nose at the smell or sight of vomit, but she stays by your side until you’re well again.

And while Alicent is quite adequate as a mother, Aemma wants her mother now more than ever.

Mother who hummed Valyrian lullabies as she held her.

Mother who would sic Daemon on Teora’s murderer and be done with it instead of making a circus about it.

“I am sorry for your loss, Aemma. Septa Teora will be greatly missed.” The queen offers comfort, but their relationship is still in that tenuous phase where the princess doesn’t feel too sure she means it.

“My thanks, your grace.” Aemma said weakly. “Teora was like a mother to me.”

And with that Aemma’s tears resume flowing out of her, she is sick of the crying, of the knowing that the person she sometimes loved more than her own mother is gone forever.

All because someone wanted valuables to sell.

Had Uma just asked Aemma would have given her money, a raise or a better position. There had been no need for this to happen.

“It will pass, if it makes you feel better. I remember thinking my grief would never end when my mother died. I remember your mother was the same when her mother died.” Alicent said softly, helping her clean herself up. “You aren’t alone, and you won’t be, child.”

And yet more people will start dying, each and every one of them will leave her forever.

Aemond will die. She has not been able to stop her visions from coming true, and while they are doing everything to keep it from happening, a part of her knows one day someone will tell her that her husband, her soulmate and father of her children is never coming back.

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He is not ready.

Teora was like an aunt to him, one who would tease him, brush his hair and remind him that just because he did not have a dragon now didn’t mean he would never have one.

But Driftmark was the source of his nightmares, night terrors he still struggles with on occasion.

He had claimed a dragon but lost his eye.

It had been their Aunt Laena’s funeral then, and now it is Teora’s funeral.

Lucerys would be there.

Aemond doesn’t know if he can be strong enough to stop himself from doing something reckless.

They leave after dawn, once Vaemond’s Leviathan sails with Teora’s bones and their things.

“You look ill.” He does not mean to point out. Aemma has had trouble sleeping, eating and the smell of the Dragonpit had made her nauseous.

“I’m fine. Just been a shit couple of days, love.” She dismissed his worry as she drank the ginger tea given to her by the servant girl attending her. “You don’t have to come with me.”

As if he could leave her side when was in such a sorry state.

“You didn’t leave my side until Kevlyn and mother forced you out, I won’t leave yours, Aemee.” Aemond assured his wife. “Besides, people will get the wrong idea if you show up without your husband.”

They wouldn’t understand why he feels so incapable of setting foot in that island.

They would say he is a craven and a scared little boy instead of the rider of the largest dragon in the world and future king of Westeros.

He must face the place where a boy of eight ruined his life when he was not quite twelve.

“Mother said she may not bring Lucerys, he broke his arm training with Jace and cannot ride Arrax.” She supplied helpfully. “You know how emasculating some dragon riders find it when they are told to ride with their mother.”

Aemond shook his head with a chuckle. He should be trying to make her feel better, and yet Aemee is the one making sure he is alright.

“Avy jorrāelan,” he says in their tongue as he reaches out to hold her hand. I love you, first time he says it out loud. It did not feel strange, not when he wrote it in that letter when he was four and ten.

“Avy jorrāelan tolī,” his Aemee says it back and gave his hand a squeeze.

They will be fine.

Neither needs to say it out loud, but they know they will be.

Later that day, he exhales in relief to know Lucerys is not there.

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Vaemond suspected as to what the flea bottom girl was after.

The diary entries where his great-niece keeps her dragon dreams.

Someone suspected, someone knew Aemma had been touched by the gods of Valyria.

“Who told you to steal the journal?” Vaemond did not like striking women, but here in the brig of his own ship, he is not judged for torturing his sister’s murderer.

He had been thirteen when Captain Chatanya showed up with his sister when his father had been on his deathbed. Teora had been named Teleola in the Summer Tongue, but she had been anointed as Teora by his mother and dying father.

Corlys had tried to have Jaehaerys legitimize her as father had wished, but the Old King was too ill to rule and Otto Hightower would rather burn the High Tower to the ground than let a bastard be legitimized.

His sister was their mother’s solace, even let her call her mother when Chatanya was still alive and visited whenever she could.

“A Handmaiden to the queen, she said she had a secret patron who pays for gossip and secrets.” The girl cries as she confessed. But there was a problem, the girl did not know the name of the handmaiden nor ever met the patron.

Vaemond is not a gambler, but he’d wager his wealth that it was a Green, likely the Master of Whisperers. Something told him it was Hightower himself.

Hightower never did forgive them for offering Teora to Viserys when he found Laena too young, never liked how loyal they remained to Rhaenyra even when she cuckolded Laenor.

Hightower was the only one who stands to gain something from that.

Unfortunately, there is only one way to find this patron who buys secrets.

“I did not mean to kill her; I was just scared. I was putting it back and I told her I never read it, but she called the guards and I ---. Please, my lord, my mother and father were sick and I needed the money,” the servant girl sobbed.

“Father, it’s enough. Let us just put her out of her misery.” Daeron stays his hand. Daeron who is twenty and about to be a father, Daeron who had outlived his older brother, just as Vaemond had outlived Malentine and Rhogar.

“Auntie wouldn’t have wanted this.” His boy says they walk away from the crying girl in the cell.

“I know, Daeron.” Vaemond then decides to honor his sister and vows to he will use all he has to make sure her death was not in vain.

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[dear-indies]

Thank you last time for your suggestions! I was hoping to get similar help with a Black female FC who fits the Alice in Borderland theme? Again, preferably dark-skinned, but if not, that's okay! Thank you so much!

Hey anon! Thank you for being so kind! I answered an ask HERE and the suggestions would fit perfectly, I apologize if that's the ask you're referring to but I'm also going to suggest:

Danai Gurira (1978) Zimbabwean - in The Walking Dead.

Jodie Turner-Smith (1986) Afro-Jamaican - in Without Remorse and The Last Ship.

Carlacia Grant (1991) Afro Haitian - Outerbanks.

Ashley Romans (1992) African-American - in Y: The Last Man.

Keeya King (1994) Black Canadian - in Yellowjackets.

Joy Sunday (1995) Nigerian - in Wednesday.

[tiffanylamps]

ao3 wrapped [writers edition] - 6, 7, 18 pleasee, thank you, have a great day!

Hey gorgeous, I hope you're doing well!! Thank you for sending me this ask 💛 The ao3 ask game 6) Favorite title you used I've already answered this question here and here. I really like choosing titles for fics, so I'm just going to keep listing off titles until I run out haha . to a nightingale Taken from this poem: “Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad. In such an ecstasy!”

-  John Keats, Ode to a Nightingale

. Martyrdom (A wip) Yeah, it's meant to be seen as religious but it's not for a religious/priest au

. Fruit Bowl (a wip) It's pretty self-explanatory... there's a fruit bowl. I've wanted to change this one multiple times but this title has just stuck

7) If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most? I use songs as references and sometimes for my titles quite a lot. But I think the artist that has been most influential in my writing is Daughter. There's something about their music that just screams Beyond Evil to me, and I find myself listening to them when I need inspiration Other artists that I've used as inspiration are: Florence + The Machine Bring Me The Horizon Cigarettes After Sex Can't Swim Wolf Alice Holding Absence IDLES SALTNPAPER O3ohn HLIN Arctic Monkeys Alex Turner O'Brother Royal Blood And many, many more

18) The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year? I would say probably... Lee Dong Sik. I always fear that I'm going to write him in a way that seems more like a caricature than an actual depiction of his character. I do really enjoy writing from his perspective, as I feel there's a lot of depth to the way he views the world, and some of my favourite things I have written have been told from his perspective. I just want to do it right, and as of right now, I don't believe I have. Thank you again, I hope this was interesting to you!!! Hope you have a great day 😊

[huntedvideo]

ALICE TURNER: DISCOVERED. FOR RECEIVER TO SEE SENDER’S SCARS FOR THE FIRST TIME. everyone's been through something, but finley can't help but to think the two of them have it worse than most people. and it isn't as if their stories are the same ( hardly similar at all ), but fin believes he can relate to alice, even if only a little bit. he's known her for some time, but he didn't know what she was going through. even when he asked, she didn't give him straight answers, which he supposed he couldn't blame her for. finley was known to do the same. it takes time to form trust, or get trust back that they might once have had - now that it has built up a bit between the two, he wants to ask. about the geometric shapes he's seen across her stomach when she lifts her arms just a little too high. the vertical line at the back of her neck that's normally covered by her hair. the crucifix he's only seen once when she was changing her shirt. severe marks he's never asked about, but now needed to. 'you don't, uh... you don't have t'tell me,' he says, sitting on the bed as he watches alice with knowing eyes. no pressure, just curiosity, and some concern. 'but you can. if you want to,' @ravenskeeper.

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@retrograderesemblance said: top 5 books!

put “top 5” anything in my ask and i will answer

Listen, there are far too many favorite books in my life, literally so many that I don't think I could even recall them all at the top of my head, so I'll just list the few that immediately come to mind.

Anne Frank and Me by Cherie Bennett and Jeff Gottesfeld

So this one is from my childhood. I think I must have been twelve or so when I found this book and this would have been after I'd read The Diary of Anne Frank. I loved it so much that I must have read it at least four times over. I didn't know until later that it was adapted from a play, which I never got to see. It's probably my first historical time travel book and, being a history nerd, I was really into WWII at that age, so it was just this perfect combo.

2. Alice by Christine Henry

Alice and Wonderland has always been near and dear to my heart, so naturally I've always been on the lookout for various interpretations/spinoffs. Because there are so many, several are good and several are terrible. This one, however, put a Victorian Steampunk spin on things and was just different enough to work! I loved the versions of Alice and the Mad Hatter in this book and couldn't put it down. There are two more in the trilogy I've yet to read, Red Queen and Looking Glass, but if they're anything like the first book, they'll no doubt be page-turners!

3. Ophelia by Lisa Klein

I must have been in high school when I got a hold of this one and I'll bet it was probably senior year when we'd been assigned Hamlet in English Lit. class. Hamlet has always been my favorite Shakespeare Tragedy and so during this era, I was always looking for Hamlet-related books, but this one was told from Ophelia's perspective and I absolutely fell in love with her characterization. I think that this book is what the recent film (with Daisy Ridley) was based on. I haven't seen it yet though so I can't confirm that.

4. Unwind by Neil Shusterman

Yet another high school favorite! My friends and I all read this book around the same time because one of them rec'd it when it was brand new and the plot sounded very intriguing. Dystopian was all the rage at the time and ofc I was very much into the genre. Anyway, the characters were all interesting, which is something that doesn't always happen in every novel and the plot never really had any lulls in it. There was just constant obstacle after obstacle and it made it gripping and exciting and really this will always be a classic to me.

5. Mossflower by Brian Jacques

If you were a fan of the Warriors series and other animal-based books growing up, then this series is worth checking out! Jacques created this intricate and thriving mildly anthropomorphic universe of animals who live in a bit of a fantasy setting and reads a bit like Arthurian legends. This is the prequel book to the first in the Redwall series (which is where I recommend starting) and sets the stage for a charmingly fantastical woodland world of adventure. While I haven't gotten to read all of them yet (I think there are 22 books total), it has a very special place in my heart.

[alovesreading]

Hiii! This is so random and I don’t know if you’ve answered this but as a huge fan of Constant Repeat, I was curious why you chose to change the names of the people in Pale Waves?? Anyways, I absolutely loved the new update!! xxx

AAAA OKAY I LOVE THIS ASK!! Thanks for bringing this up anon, giving me the perfect opportunity to rant about Nightmare and how amazing it is!!!

Nightmare is an incredible enemies to lovers fic that @imagine-that-100 has plotted out and is yet to be written, but I’m telling you it is fucking AMAZING 😵‍💫 It’s a Alex Turner x oc fic, oc which you’ve already met in Constant Repeat and her name is Alice.

Alice is the singer and lead guitarist of Pale Waves, which you might know as an actual band (fucking great band btw). N has based the oc’s band on Pale Waves but she decided to change its member’s names because of her wanting to use them more as characters than having this story be a fanfic about Heather and Alex.

Anyway, N and I love chatting about fic all the time and we somehow ended up messing about a crossover between Nightmare and CR and how fun it’d be to have Alice and Ella meet and I loved the drama it could cause so much that I ended up asking N if I could actually write Alice in, and thankfully she said yes!

I think it’s pretty obvious by now that I fucking adore Alice so much, and I hope you all do too!! She’s a legend, and in another life I know she and Ella would be endgame heheheheh 😋🤭

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MISC ACTION MEMES

@satanheir​  🩹: tracing one/some of Alice's scars

          Alice believes they have an understanding.   Physical contact remains at the barest of minimums.   She shirks away at the possibility that they may brush against each other.   Yet,  the moment she straightened his tie,  a door is opened that he seems to have no problem walking through.   He asks her a question and she hears him but can barely bring herself to answer.   Lips part and eyes widen as she feels his fingers curl around her wrist and thumb smooth over the scar that twists up her arm the way the flames licked at her skin all those years ago. 

          She expects it to hurt,  to feel a searing pain the second his skin touches her.   Instead, it’s warm but not unpleasant.   She can feel every detail of his skin against her own,  mind already memorizing how soft his hands actually are and nearly flinches at the idea of them touching her coarse and rough scar.   Body tenses, but she does not pull away from him.   Why should she punish him for the pain caused by others?   Why should she treat him as if he aims to hurt her when her only experience with him has been his generosity?

❝ W-Why are you doing this? ❞   When she finally looks at him,  her eyes brim with tears and her bottom lip quivers with each breath she takes.   It’s obvious how she fights the urge to pull away,  to rip from his grasp and cradle her arm close to her chest.   Instead,  she lets him continue to touch her.   ❝ To break me in a way I have yet to be broken? ❞   She looks to the ground in defeat.   ❝ I...   I was just fine before I met you.   Fine to live in my own little world without anyone or anything.   And then you just show up and... ❞   And force her to acknowledge that she has wants and desires and needs that have been neglected all her life.

          She can’t process the feeling swelling in her chest.   Is she frightened?   Does she want more?   Alice never knew a gentle touch and therefore never had a chance to miss it.   Her free hand tentatively reaches out to ghost over his own skin,  once steady now shaking with anticipation before she settles elongated appendages upon his own wrist.   Can she dare to believe she likes it?

❝ I was made to believe I was undeserving of any warmth... ❞   And what will she do when he eventually tires of her?   When she no longer impresses him?   Left more hollow than she was before,  she can see it now.   ❝ Please... ❞   What is she even begging for?

[vampyre-lesbian]

Will Turner for the character ask meme!

ahhh thank you so much!  this makes my 13-year-old self (and my current self!) very happy!!! also so sorry this took so long

send me a character and i’ll list:

favorite thing about them

that hat he wears with the GINORMOUS feather at the end of the first movie!!!! u kno the one.

least favorite thing about them

in the first movie, no flaws... in the second one, I didn’t like the whole subplot with him wanting to save his dad.  I get that it was noble, but I would have given the whole thing up as a lost cause ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ honestly every time a character is super close with their parents it tends to confuse me lol

favorite line

his little “aye! avast!!!!” when he and Jack are commandeering the ship together at the beginning of the first movie. like. dude has been a pirate for all of 30 seconds but he’s gonna GIVE IT HIS ALL!!!!!

brOTP

OBVIOUSLY him and Jack

OTP

mmm, I mean, out of all the Pirates characters, Elizabeth is the only one I really ship him with, but at the same time I never thought they were that great together... even though Will is my favorite character, I always thought she was too badass for him lmao.

nOTP

idk man, Will and Norrington??? this is hard for a movie that has like 3 main characters in it

random headcanon

oh man I know that I used to have SO MANY headcanons for him but now I can’t remember any... most of my headcanons used to revolve around him being cute/flustered around Elizabeth pre-movie

unpopular opinion

maybe the fact that, even though I ship them, I think that Will and Elizabeth would have been better off with different people?

song i associate with them

this song of course what else

favorite picture of them

his little “aw jack likes my hat” face!

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DO NOT SEND HATE, THREATS, OR HARASSMENT TO ANYONE INVOLVED IN THE MAKING OF THIS BLOG (OR HIKARI/THE-HEARTSLABYUL-HATTER).

THE HEARTSLABYUL HATTER HAS REPEATEDLY HARASSED AND ATTACKED INDIVIDUALS ON THIS WEBSITE AND CONTINUES TO OPERATE WITHOUT MANY OF HER ACTIONS BEING KNOWN (SHE IS ABOVE 18).

All accusations and claims are accompanied with screenshots as proof, among links to many other resources that document the past, and still (currently ongoing), actions of @/The-Heartslabyul-Hatter.

*The-Heartslabyul-Hatter may be referred to as ‘HH’.

UPDATE (07.12.2022 🏩): @/sea-salt-sailors found our document! Please reread it and formulate your own opinion about whether or not our proof is concrete enough. We do not plan on taking this document down.

We have compiled a google document (copy #2 cus one of our members deleted it w/o telling anyone apparently.) that contains proof that @/The-Heartslabyul-Hatter is now operating under the screen name Hikari, her recent (awful) behaviors within different discords, as well as a summary with links to resources about HH’s behavior in the past (Hikari has been causing problems within fandoms since ~2020).

This Tumblr and Tumblr post(s) were/was made to warn Tumblr users in different fandoms about the actions of @/The-Heartslabyul-Hatter and her current screen name, “Hikari”.

Most of the actions documented took place in the Twisted Wonderland Confessions (Instagram) Discord server, among others. (This, as well as tons of proof that Hikari is, in fact, The-Heartslabyul-Hatter, to begin with).

❗The moderation team in the Twisted Wonderland Confessions Discord server did not know about Hikari’s true identity until prior to February 3rd, 2022, and had no other part in the making of this document other than reviewing it.❗

EDIT (2022.03.15 🏩): Since this post gained traction, HH’s account has come under “new management”. However, the timing (among many other things) is highly suspicious. We suspect that HH is actually Torrie for the following reasons:

Extremely similar writing styles

Using the same emojis

Using the same phrases “bore you to sleep”, etc.

Only 12 people interacted with her post about new management, however a great number of people have “sent her” asks asking rlly weird and specific questions. Lol. (Important)

REGARDING LAST WEEK’S ANNOUNCEMENT: An anonymous group who have group called “the watchdogs” reached out to this account as well as many others. I’ve gotten DM’s about this group for a couple of days now. They’ve threatened to doxx people, basically confessed to stalking them, among other things. They also accused Tumblr user @/mad-hatter-alice (who’s changed their name since, for understandable reasons) of being HH with no concrete evidence. However, it’s clear that this isn’t true. I wouldn’t be surprised if this account is HH herself.

Edit (2022.05.19🏩): IF YOU’VE RECEIVED A DM OR ANYTHING SIMILAR BY AN ANONYMOUS GROUP CLAIMING TO BE THE WATCHDOGS, PLEASE DON’T INTERACT WITH THEM. THEY ARE SPREADING FALSE ALLEGATIONS AND THREATENING PEOPLE. WE HAVE NO CONNECTION TO THEM. IMPORTANT!!

Edit (2022.03.25 🏩): ONE OF HH’S ALIAS’ IS “PAGE TURNER” AKA, “SEA-SALT-SAILORS” ON WATTPAD, TUMBLR, AND TWITTER (links provided) (PROOF OF CONNECTION IN THE DOCUMENT) PLEASE BE WARY! THIS IS LIKELY THE BLOG THAT “TORRIE” IS TALKING ABOUT. - segment will be added to the document later today or tomorrow PLEASE BLOCK AND DNI WITH THEM!!!

Edit (2022.03.15 🏩): PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SEND IN ANY INFORMATION YOU DEEM USEFUL ABOUT HH.

A section on this will be added to the document shortly once enough proof is gathered.

There are 4 main contributors to this document, which are mentioned at the top of the document, as well as at the very end. 

You may contact us at, @thehikarisaga​ on Instagram or here on Tumblr.

[zee-has-commitment-issues]

Here is every song on the Walty playlist, except I can't tell you why.

I had a couple asks about the Walty (Henry and Walter) playlist, so I'm just going to tell you everything that's on it. I cannot, however, tell you why these songs are on it. Some are self explanatory, others aren't. I don't want to spoil Voicemail, though, so...

Anyway, here you go:

The Story by Conan Gray

The Cut That Always Bleeds by Conan Gray

Partners in Crime by FINNEAS

Crush Culture by Conan Gray

Wish You Were Sober by Conan Gray

(are we sensing a pattern yet?)

Home by Catie Turner

ARE WE STILL FRIENDS? by Tyler, The Creator

that way by Tate McRae

Would You Be So Kind? by dodie

Dive by Ed Sheeran

Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift

Everybody Talks by Neon Trees

I GUESS I'M IN LOVE by Clinton Kane

Why Am I Like This? by Orla Gartland

The Way You Felt by Alec Benjamin

GROWING UP IS ___ by Ruel

Pacify Her by Melanie Martinez

Run Boy Run by Woodkid

Ribs by Lorde

my boy by Billie Eilish

my strange addiction by Billie Eilish

Into It by Chase Atlantic

hostage by Billie Eilish

IDGAF by BoyWithUke and blackbear

Drugs & Money - New Mix by Chase Atlantic

Don't Want My Heart by Sarah Cothran

Somebody I Fucked Once by Zolita

making bad decisions by Bea Miller

rubberband by Tate McRae

Friends Don't by Maddie & Tae

Paper Rings by Taylor Swift

Nineteen by Dylan

Home for the Summer by Sara Kays

London Boy by Taylor Swift

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen

Hearts Don't Break Around Here by Ed Sheeran

Diana by One Direction

we made it. by david hugo

History by One Direction

You Belong With Me (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

Falling Like the Stars by James Arthur

Jealous by Labrinth

Let's Fall in Love for the Night by FINNEAS

I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry

Atlantis by Seafret

Our Song by Taylor Swift

Friendship? by Jordy Searcy

Us by James Bay

Romeo & Juliet by Peter McPoland

Seventeen by Tors

They Don't Know About Us by One Direction

Heather by Conan Gray

She by dodie

11:11 by Ben Barnes

Training Wheels by Melanie Martinez

The Anchor by Bastille

Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez

Don't Blame Me by Taylor Swift

Flowers by Lauren Spencer-Smith

Sarah Smiles by Panic! At the Disco

Colors by Halsey

Dangerously by Charlie Puth

I Was Made For Loving You by Tori Kelly and Ed Sheeran

Arms Unfolding by dodie

Let Me Down Slowly by Alec Benjamin

You & Me by James TW

Peer Pressure by James Bay and Julia Michaels

If I Didn't Tell You by James TW

Happy For Me by James TW

If I'm Being Honest by dodie

Changed by Catie Turner

Brother by Kodaline

All I Ask by Adele

You Matter To Me by Drew Gehling and Jessie Mueller

La vie en rose by Michael Bublé and Cécile McLorin Salvant

Good Thing by Sam Smith

Leave Your Lover by Sam Smith

Moon and Back by Alice Kristiansen

Teenager in Love by Madison Beer

After You by Meghan Trainor

Hesitate by Jonas Brothers

Ok, that's the whole playlist. That is every single song on the Walty Playlist that I am writing the Walty chapter to. Some of these make more sense in the context than others. Some I added just for drama. Some make me cry because it fits them so well. Ok well, now that I've shared the playlist, I won't be answering any of the asks about it. If your ask never gets answered, that's why.

I am positively flattered that you guys seem to like my taste in music, though.

[starbuckie]

𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤

challenge: time travel challenge by @justagirlinafandomworld​

prompt: “we’re divorced?” 

pairing: sirius black x reader

words: 5.7k words

warnings: FOURTH WALL BREAK!!(sorry im very excited about that), lots of angst, almost smut(hehe), sirius lowkey has a breeding kink, sirius is an asshole for a bit, the smallest bit of fluff, fix-it, and the same time travel theory as back to the future

summary: an unnatural occurrence lets a woman go back in time to try and change everything she’s known for the past twenty years.

a/n: wow, i normally don’t write for harry potter so this was a nice change. anyways, this is for yvette’s time travel writing challenge, and everybody say HAPPY BIRTHDAY YVETTE! i’m so sorry this is late, it got deleted and i needed to re-edit, but i truly appreciate your friendship and your lovely, amazingly beautiful self, and I’m so so glad that we became friends :)  this fic is not beta-read at all, so if you see any mistakes tell me, but otherwise i really hope you enjoy this fic<3

main masterlist || harry potter masterlist

It still wasn’t over. After all she had lost, more specifically everyone she had lost, and the shitty cycle that she had to call her life, it still wasn’t over. The people she had watched the life drain from, the screams of those suffering from the loss caused by the Dark Lord, and yet life still hadn’t had its fill of torturing Y/N. Grimmauld Place felt empty without the kids, without the Weasleys, but they had gone back to their home and soon enough she would have to as well. Harry had gone back to Hogwarts with Dumbledore, though she’d argued to hold onto him just a bit longer after-

After Sirius had died. 

Time had passed, maybe two or three weeks, but no matter what the woman couldn’t bring herself to get out of Sirius’ old bedroom, simply staring at the ceiling with her tears at bay. Her and Sirius had been a complicated thing, to say the least, a topic nobody had brought up since 1983, when she had banned it. Not as if there was much to talk about after the divorce and Sirius going to Azkaban. After Lily and James had died, after she had fought with Dumbledore for custody of Harry, after she had become a professor at Beauxbatons and moved to France without a second thought. Sirius had been locked up after he’d hurt her in the worst possible way, and Y/N’s heartbroken soul found no other reason to return to England. 

But, she pushed those bad memories to the back of her mind. It seemed so trivial, looking back on it. Not the broken house, of course, that had been his own mistake. But Y/N had many regrets, all of them seeming to revolve around the mischievous black-haired man who she had fallen in love with as a teen. The night it went down, the night their relationship had fractured at the seams and fallen down, was her greatest one however. It had been so stupid, so, so stupid, but they’d both gotten caught up in the moment, and Y/N had let him die without knowing how much she was sorry for that night that they let their fears consume them. 

The cries that she had tried so hard to contain finally broke free from the restraints of her heart. “I’m so sorry, Siri,” she whispered into the air, “I couldn’t save you this time.” As the hot, salty tears ran down her cheeks, Y/N shuffled across the room, letting her feet drag her to the old Black family room, the dark green walls embracing her rainy emotions. 

A little gasp escaped her lips as she looked at the portraits among the wall. The Black family tree was faded along the age-old wall, but what she was really looking for was the burned out image of her raven-haired love. There, right next to Regulus, was a black spot, scorned and scarred by the prestigious family for being a blood traitor. Y/N smiled and traced the burn with her finger, remembering their fourth year when she had accompanied him home for the holidays so he wouldn’t be completely alone in the hellhole he had to call his house. Sirius had snuck them up to this room and spent the night talking in hushed whispers sworn secrets. “I’ll be yours forever, Siri, and I’m sorry for fighting with you. I wish-” she sniffled, glaring at the spot in the wall as she tried to garble out her words, “I wish, I could go back in time, and just fix it. Just me and you, and that stupid night, with the bloody fight about children because you deserve it all, darling.”

“Ah, I think you can.” 

Y/N turned around, her eyes wide with fear. That was not Kreacher’s voice. There stood a younger woman, around nineteen, a scroll of paper and a quill in her hand. There was a whisper of a smirk on her face, brown eyes glittering even in the dimness in the room. “Who the hell are you?” Y/N looked at the door, which was still closed as she left it. She cast her wand out, pointing it at the stranger who did nothing but smile. “How did you get in here? Are you with the Lord?”

“With Voldemort?” The woman simply laughed. “Dude, I’m not with ‘the Lord’,” she added with air quotations. “Also I’m not really even here, so don’t you worry about that. My name’s Malia.”

Malia held her hand out, but Y/N kept her guard up. “You’re American. What brings you here? Are you a muggle?”

“Oh, nope, not a wizard, I’m just the author of this story.” Malia confided. “I’m here to tell you that you can fix this.”

“Fix… what?” Malia just rolled her eyes and sighed, staring up towards the ceiling as she spoke.

“God, did I write you to be hard of hearing now, too? I ought to fix that when I get back.” The woman blankly stared at the strange girl, wondering what the actual fuck she was talking about. “I can give you the chance to go back in time, Y/N. It won’t be for long, it’s really not gonna be interesting for more than two hours at most, but that should be enough time to tell the gang about what’s to come with Voldemort.”

“Like... time travel?” Y/N asked. The only way she knew how to time travel was the time turners. “But all of the ti-”

“Time turners were destroyed in the Department of Mysteries, I know, I know. Trust me, I’ve read Harry Potter more times than I’ve said ‘I love you’ to my parents.” Malia smiled. “I’m the author, I make the rules, and my rule is that I’m giving you two hours in 1978 to talk to Sirius so he can fix the emotional fucking mess left behind by J.K. Rowling.”

“Who’s J.K. Rowling?” Malia shuddered at the name.

“A raggedy-ass, transphobic bitch who wrote y’all into existence, but she’s not of importance right now.” She checked the small, rectangular box in her hand, which glowed and provided little light in the darkened room. “Let’s see, it’s currently eleven-forty, so you have until one-forty to find the Marauders and fix this future. It may not be fixed in the books in the future, but if you are able to do it here that’s all that matters.” Malia’s brown eyes were downcast, her bright and loud personality dimming for just a moment before returning to Y/N’s confused gaze once more. “Try not to screw up too much while you’re there, just enough that you defeat the Dark Lord the first time. Tell Sirius all you know and that should be enough for him to fix all the mistakes, but do not under any circumstances let him or anyone else know who you are. I wish you luck, Y/N, it was nice to meet ya in person.” 

And with a peace sign in front of her face, she disappeared into a flash of neon pink light. 

“Bloody hell! Fix my future? Talk to Sirius? If this even is time travel, then how am I supposed to get there- AH!” Y/N’s body felt like it was turning inside out, her guts being torn from her stomach and back into it again. A delirious giggle arose from her lips in the black void she was pulled into, and a soft chatter could be heard, like voices at the end of a tunnel. 

“Blimey, looks like we got ourselves a nutter on school grounds.” Y/N’s arms flailed around, desperately seeking some sort of grounding surface to hold on to when her back hit a rough surface. There was an audible crack somewhere in her body, but she felt so sick that she couldn’t tell where. 

“Are you okay, ma’am? You just appeared from the sky and hit the ground.” Warm, brown eyes met Y/N’s, a familiar mess of black curls resting atop of the boy’s head. Large, rounded glasses sat perched on the tip of his nose, and an impish smile, one she used to know so well before he died, met his lips. 

“James,” she sighed. The boy stared at her strangely, and only then did she notice the three other boys and girls each behind them. Remus, Peter, Sirius, Lily, Marlene, and Alice. 

Sirius.

The sight that met her eyes made her nearly emotional. It had technically been only three weeks since she had seen him, but here was the young boy she had fallen in love with. The one who charmed her with his smart words and witty retorts to her brush-offs, who used to hold her in his arms in the most intimate and gentle ways. His grey eyes sparkled with curiosity, the infamous Marauder mischief swirling within the silvery pools.  

Seeing him so young tugged at her heartstrings, and though she wanted nothing more than to hold him in her arms and never let go, a small, niggling feeling at the back of her head held her back. Was there something wrong?

“You know me?” Oh right, she was currently thirty-five. Looking around she noticed that she was outside the quidditch pitch, and there were other students, staring at her with widened eyes. No one knew she was Y/N L/N, their fellow schoolmate and probably one of the very few of them that survived the Death Eaters attacks. None of them were aware how it ended, or how it was currently going for them back in 1996, and in this time there was the first Wizarding War going on and they had every right to be terrified for their lives.

James now took a more defensive stance, standing tall and holding his wand out. “Who are you?”

She couldn’t give him the answer, instead letting her mouth gape open as she stared at him with wide eyes. Y/N looked across the grounds for the nearest exit, which was down by Hagrid’s hut and into the Forbidden Forest. It was her only choice at this point, to hide in the dark, creepy space, maybe just until the students went away so she could find Sirius and talk to him alone. It’d be hard to separate him from the boys, but if Lily were occupied with James it sure would be easy. 

Her younger, seventh-year self didn’t seem to be in the audience, thank Merlin, and with that knowledge, she got up and ran, ignoring her screaming muscles. That time travel really did a number on her. 

As she ran through the crowd, shoving people aside, she heard the students mutter, too much in shock and disarray to stop the crazy, old woman who knew James Potter.

“This is dodgy.”

“Someone ought to tell Dumbledore about this.”

“She kinda looks like Y/N L/N.’

“Don’t insult the poor girl like that, that wonker is ages old.”

“Come back here! Who the bloody hell are you?” Y/N’s heart beat quickly in her chest, threatening to burst out. Only three minutes in the past and it was all going straight to shit. “Stupefy!”

Shit. “No, James, please don’t-“ Her body hit the ground and her eyes closed, the last thing she saw being the pumpkin patch by the hut.

-

“I see you’re awake now, Ms. L/N.” Dumbledore stood above Y/N in the hospital ward bed, his grey beard dangling in front of her face. Her first instinct was to start blaming him for everything that had happened, starting from Lily and James’ deaths to Sirius’, already opening her mouth to call him an old, senile cow, but then she realized that Harry hadn’t been sent to the Dursleys yet, much less been born yet, so none of it would have an effect on him. Y/N’s second instinct was to question how Dumbledore knew who she was in 1978, but her former Headmaster started to speak before she could do so. “I must admit, it’s very courageous, that stunt you just pulled. I don’t think Ms. Louie will be too happy about that.” Y/N sent him a questioning stare. “Malia, the girl you met earlier. Malia Louie.”

“Headmaster Dumbledore, how did you know it was me?” She was dressed in a white gown that went to her knees, and behind him she could see her blouse and jeans folded and clean. Ah, the Hospital Wing. She had brought the boys here more times than she could count in her years at Hogwarts. “I don’t exactly look as young as I used to.”

“Ah, don’t worry Ms. L/N, you’ve kept your good looks quite nicely, even in your older age.” He stroked his beard thoughtfully, his wrinkled eyes sparkling with joy. “And speaking of young, if you are still worrying yourself about your younger self, you can put that to a stop. I am aware that you are not able to tell anyone who you are, and time travel is exceptionally dangerous if you are seen by the other version of yourself. I’ve already told the students that you were just a stray witch, misguided in your ways and that you were well taken care of. However, I think that brings us to the question of what your intentions are in the past, Ms. L/N.”

“Headmaster, I don’t think I can tell you about my business here. I’ve already messed up by letting the school see me by letting everyone see me, I don’t know why that girl even sent me here, it’s clear that this was a mistake.” Y/N sat up on the headboard, feeling her eyes fill with tears once again. The tall arches of windows let the sun in the room, and she could see the specks of dust swirling around in the golden light. It had to be close to the end of the year for them, maybe sometime around April or May, near the end of N.E.W.T.s at least. She could imagine that it’d be easy for her to get out of Hogwarts for the day, with all the students studying for the stressful exams in the library, maybe she'd make her way to Hogsmeade and walk around or visit Hagrid under a false name to have some tea. He was always open for a nice cuppa with strangers on any free day he had. “Thank you Headmaster, for your kindness, but I really ought to be going. I-it was nice to see you.”

Y/N started to help herself out of the bed, swinging her feet over to touch the cool stone ground. Bones cracked with pain and fatigue, her muscles stretching sluggishly. Merlin, that she was not expecting that much hurt from the fall, but she should have never underestimated James Potter. No one ever should if they want to keep their good mind and sanity. 

Dumbledore handed her her clothes, cracked lips set in a straight line as he nodded solemnly. “I hope you accomplish whatever it is you are here to do, Ms. L/N, but I have no doubt that you will.” With a sly wink, he added, “You were always one of our most ardent and bright students.”

Y/N let herself smile, and with a wave, swiftly brought herself to the door. “Thank you, Headmaster.”

After slipping outside, she ran down the corridors, echoes of her feet ringing lightly behind her. The courtyard proved to be empty and she quickly ducked behind a column and tugged her jeans on hastily, making sure that no professors came walking past. Though the sky proved to be bright and cheerful, a slight breeze carried through, making her fall off balance and fall on the cemented ground. 

“Are you okay, darling? You look like you’re in need of a little help.” Y/N looked up to the speaking figure, one that she both loved and dreaded to see. 

She gathered herself quickly, her mind running fast and heart beating out of her chest as she tried to get out. “Yes, I am okay, thank you for asking. I think I’ll just get up and going now, I don’t need to take time out of your day like this-”

“I know who you are, Y/N.” 

Y/N came to a full stop, going against her brain that screamed at her to run away. Sirius looked downtrodden, his grey eyes watering despite the small hint of a smirk on his face. Though he was always one for playing around and not taking anything seriously, she knew when it was time to stop pretending and get real. “How’d you know it was me, Sirius?”

“You really don’t look bad for your age, darling.” He offered her a hand to help her up and she took it graciously, eyeing him nearly guiltily and forgetting about her promise to Y/N. But that was useless now, this moment with her first love was much more important. “Also you have the tattoo on your chest. I knew it was you the moment you landed on school grounds.”

She traced his gaze to her left collarbone, where a paw print, just barely visible beneath her low-cut blouse, sat. It was his, or Snuffles’, paw print, and at this point in time they had probably gotten it done about three months before. He had one for her too, a horseshoe for her horse patronus, right on his left side of his chest too. So they’d always be right next to each other’s hearts, as cheesy as it seemed.

But they were dumb, lovesick teenagers, and they acted the part well too. Their love was all-consuming, shagging in under the bleachers at the quidditch pitch and making out under the stars. It was fast, everything was fast, decisions, ideas, classes, all of them under the impression that they had to do everything right then or they’d be dead before they got to actually live. They had dreams of marriage, and a big, big family, obviously so far away from his family so they could never hurt their children’s lives the way they had hurt his. 

They were fantasies, Y/N had known that well enough when she and Sirius got divorced, but it was something that eighteen year-old Sirius Black held close to his heart. No matter how shitty his life got, he was always a firm believer in a happy ending. In their happy ending. 

“How am I right now?” They now stood over the Black Lake, staring into the glittering depths of the water where some mermaids could be seen sneaking peeks at the handsome boy and the strange lady who had fallen from the sky. 

Sirius stared at her questioningly for a moment. “How are you doing right now? I mean, I believe that I should be asking you that ques- oh, Merlin, I’m such a git, you meant your younger self.” Y/N laughed at that, her heart lifting with the goofiness of the old Sirius relieving an ache in her heart that she had had for so long. Not that old (it felt weird to say that) Sirius had been anything less than silly and snarky, but it was never directed towards her. It was nice to have the resemblance of their old relationship back, even if it was just for a fleeting moment. “I suppose that you’re okay. You didn’t see, well, your big moment on the field, but at this point Lily has probably opened her big, fat mouth and told you. N.E.W.T.s are just finishing up, so you’re much more light-hearted than during the study season.”

“I really did have a stick up my arse during exam time, you always told me to loosen up-” 

“Y/N, cut out the small talk, I think it’s okay for me to ask how and what is happening.” Sirius cut in.

So she told him. Y/N had always been upfront with people about everything. Or rather, she had learned how to be upfront with people after her and Sirius’ divorce. Without details of the deaths, she explained how she was sent back into the past to fix it in some conceivable way. However, she did tell him about the fall out. Maybe she wanted him to understand her pain, even though it was a younger him, but she had to admit to herself that it was because she just wanted Sirius, in whatever form life gave her to hear out her grievances and apologies. 

Since her Sirius was dead before she could.

“We’re divorced?” Sirius looked about ready to break down into tears, almost as if the concept of them breaking up or separating was foreign to him. “What exactly did we fight over, Y/N? That doesn’t seem normal for the two of us.” Sirius asked.

“Well, to be fair, it wasn’t a normal predicament for us. either…”

Sirius slammed the door shut, efficiently pinning her against it with his white button up ruffled up, navy tie hanging from his neck loosely. Y/N’s arms were held down tightly against the oak wood, the sensation of the cold door burning into her rather warm skin making her squeal. Her husband’s tongue worked its way through her parted lips, low groans rising from the back of his throat from the way she moaned in tandem with his hips pushing into hers. Legs wrapped around his tapered waist, the pink, floral skirt Y/N wore rising high on her thighs, revealing more of her flesh to the lust-filled man. Both of their giggles echoed off the hallway walls of their small cottage home, just four miles west of their best friends’. 

As the twenty year-old man threw his wife unceremoniously on the bed, he shed himself of his shirt and swiftly unbuttoned his slacks, throwing them haphazardly across the room. Merlin, Y/N looked ethereal laying spread out on the bed, panties around her left ankle, swollen lips parted with short puffs of air leaving them. “You just get right down to business, don’t you, Black.” 

Crawling over his body, his hot breath hit her neck as he growled against her skin. “Could say the same thing about you, darling.” Sirius’ lips made their way down every inch, every curve, nook, and cranny of Y/N’s body, smoothly slipping her clothes off as he did so. Her sweet gasps filled the bedroom, back arching off the bed to meet his chest. “I’m going to put a baby in you tonight, sweetheart, we’re-”

Y/N sat up straight, her eyebrows trained in confusion at her husband. “What? A baby?” 

Sirius’ heart pounded in his chest. “Yes.” He remarked in a clipped tone. “Is that not what you wanted?” 

Her mind recalled her words from earlier that day, as she chatted happily with Lily about the news of her pregnancy. “Siri, I said I may one day enjoy having a kid of my own. Not right now, of course, but later. After all, we only got married a few months ago, don’t you think we should hold off a bit on that? We’re twenty years-old, Siri, there’s so many years for that.”

Rage filled Sirius’ blood like a spreading fire. In all honesty, it wasn’t so much about his anger as it was his hurt and fear. Fear that she had realized how fucked up he truly was, fear that she realized what he had known all along- that she deserved better than him. “So you don’t want a baby with me?”

“I never said I didn’t want that, Sirius, I just said that I’m not ready!” Y/N yelled back. At this point both of them stood on opposite sides of the bed, faces hot with tears. “We’re in the middle of a bloody war, people we know, people we love, have lost their lives, and it is not the ideal environment to raise a child, Sirius! Just because James and Lily are ready to have one doesn’t mean that I am too!”

“When will you be ready, Y/N? When will it ever be enough time for you? When will I be enough for you?” The heartbroken girl tried to interject, but her voice was cut off by her husband’s quickly enough. Sirius climbed onto the bed, holding her chin harshly with one hand. “Tell me, did you ever want to be with me in the first place?”

“Yes, Sirius, of course I wanted to be with you.” His heart hurt looking at the love of his life in tears, but even that was able to melt his cold facade. “I love you more than anything in the world.” 

“Then fucking prove it, Y/N.” With that declaration, he removed his hand from her face and gathered his clothes, slamming everything in their shared room as Y/N quivered, knees ready to buckle on the spot. “I’m going out, don’t wait up for me.”  

As soon as the front door shut, she fell to the ground in tears, the laughter that once filled their home replaced with the sound of her shattered heart. 

Y/N had done her best to not tear up during her explanation of the events that had taken that night, but Sirius' eyes watered, refusing to believe the truth. “No. No. I didn’t do that. Y/N, tell me,” he gripped her biceps with trembling hands, “please tell me I didn’t really do that. I can’t believe that I-I, that I-”

“You were drunk, Sirius, I don’t think you truly knew what you were saying at the time.” She sighed, “But people always say that drunken words are just sober thoughts.” Y/N rubbed her arms, just shivering slightly in the Scotland breeze. “You came back two hours later punching the wall and breaking it, and that’s when I knew that we wouldn’t last.” 

The raven-haired boy’s head started to shake, even more mortified of the actions that his future self, the man he’d be in just two years' time, had done. “I packed up my things, not that there were many, we’d only moved into the house a month before, left, and I sent the divorce papers a week later. It was probably better that way, you would’ve divorced me if I hadn’t done it first.” Y/N had gotten used to telling her sob story to colleagues at Beauxbatons, to her family, but it felt different with pre-divorce Sirius. Of course, she had never thought she’d be in this citation either, so no one could really blame her for feeling weird. “You signed them easily, and my lawyer made sure that I never had to see you again.”  Until Lily and James died.

“Until…” Sirius led on.

“Merlin’s beard, Sirius, you’ve always been able to read my mind. Shouldn’t have doubted it for a second.” He smiled at the sentiment, gesturing for her to continue. “I can’t tell you, Sirius, I hope you can understand that.”

“Why, Y/N, what happens that can be any worse in the future?” Oh dear, Sirius, you really do not want the answer to that question. She needed any way out of this conversation, after all running away was what she did best, and her eyes already searched for several routes to which she could run. Not that Y/N could ever outrun Sirius in his animagus form, but it was nice to have the belief that she could. The boy sensed her distress and grabbed hold of her hand. “You don’t have to tell me, darling, but I have to admit that I am a bit worried, just in the slightest.”

Y/N let herself calm down, squeezing Sirius’ hand and noticing his watch. She had actually given him that watch, gold-plated and dark grey metal, but it wasn’t the beauty of the gift that caught her eye, but rather the actual time on it. One-thirty. 

How had that much time gone by so quickly? She was going to be sucked into the black void of time travel again in ten minutes, and that wasn’t nearly enough time to unload nearly twenty years worth of history onto Sirius. No, he would go insane from that much knowledge, which was exactly against what Malia had advised. 

“I don’t have enough time to tell you everything that happens in the future, Sirius. But what I am about to tell you is vital, absolutely vital for the good of all of us in the future.” Sirius nodded with a serious sort of smile on his face. “Don’t let Peter be Lily and James’ secret keeper. When the time comes that they move away, I’m not going to tell you where yet, do not under any circumstances let Peter be their secret keeper. I know he’s one of our best friends right now, and do not tell anyone about this, but he’s going to betray us in the worst way possible.” 

While Sirius was shocked, he nodded solemnly and ran a hand through his long hair. “I won’t tell anyone, Y/N. Can I fix us, Y/N? I don’t know if you should be letting the key to a happier future rest in my hands.”

“I full heartedly trust that you’ll do some good, whatever the outcome may be. As for fixing us, I hope you can, but depending on what happens we’ll just have to wait and see.” She sighed, “If you want my opinion on it, I think that we both should have waited longer to get married. It was right after James and Lily got married, but we aren’t and never will be them. We both had a lot of growing up to do, so I would take it slowly. Communicate your wants and needs in the relationship and in the end it may not even be us together. But I know you, Siri, don’t let this get in the way of your entire life. The most important part is that you tell James and Lily about Peter.”  

She glanced back up the school grounds where students could start to be seen leaving their classes. “You better get back to the castle, Sirius. McGonagall is going to come for your arse and this time the boys aren’t going to be able to cover for you.”

“If they knew where I was, darling, I don’t even think they’d believe me.” Sirius chuckled.

Y/N nodded in agreement and pulled Sirius into a tight hug. “You can do this, sweetheart, and even if you can’t, it will not stop me from loving you any less. Maybe the future wasn’t meant to be changed, but regardless of whether that is true or not, I know that you will try your hardest, Sirius. Just try not to die, okay?”

The boy was still clutching onto her tightly, his tears soaking her rose-colored blouse. “I’ll do my best, darling.”

With one last kiss on the forehead, she smiled at him. “I know you will, Siri.” 

-

Y/N’s arse hit the floor once again, her spine cracking once again. “What’s the year?” She yelled out, reaching for the walls of the black family room. 

But it wasn’t there. Upon opening her eyes, she saw James, Lily, and Sirius sitting at a wooden table in her old white cottage. A nice tea set, her grandmother’s as she realized later, sat in the center, along with a large stack of letters. “Y/N, what the bloody hell happened to you, I’ve been worried sick!” 

Her red-headed best friend scurried over to her, brushing invisible dirt off her shoulders and pulling her up abruptly. James fixed the glasses on his nose, cleaning them off with his striped jumper. “You look a little disheveled right now, Y/N, what ran you over?” 

“You know who she reminds me of right now, Jamie? That crazy witch friend of Dumbledore’s that made her way onto campus back in seventh year.” Lily giggled as she hugged Y/N.

“Merlin’s beard, you’re right!” James walked over to the woman of the hour, ruffling her hair with a smirk on his face. “If you were about twenty years older I’d have no trouble believing you were the same person.”

While Lily and James recalled their memories from the strange woman all those years ago at Hogwarts, Sirius pulled Y/N aside, an arm wrapped around her waist. The warmth radiating from his body was nice, embracing her in a comfort she hadn’t felt in so long.

“I’m going to go ahead and believe that I did something right?” Sirius grabbed her hand, and only then did she notice the coolness of metal sitting on her left ring finger. There sat the single band of gold, a small ruby encased in its plating. She had once joked that diamonds were too overrated, and he went out and got her the most vibrant gem he could find, claiming that it was just like her. But regardless of its shape, size, or type of gem, it was there.

“Yeah, Siri,” Y/N replied with tears in her eyes, “you did good.” 

“Oi, Blacks, stop making out and get over here, we got a letter from Minnie!” James yelled, making both wives chuckle. “Harry’s gotten himself in detention for punching Malfoy again.”

“Oh, thank Merlin, the boy deserves a few more good hits.” Sirius laughed. 

“McGonagall still talks to us?” Y/N asked in amazement. “You’ve got to get me caught up.”

“Don’t worry, darling, we’ve got all the time in the world.” Sirius gently placed his lips onto hers, and for once in nearly twenty years, Y/N felt at peace. There were no more hasty warnings of the future, no psychotic old men coming after her family, no young girls rushing in to tell her how to fix her screwed up life. Cracked, pink lips moving against her own, his tongue delving into her mouth, and Y/N knew she was finally off the clock.

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Georgina ‘George’ Fitch   *Supporting character

Voice Claim: (Sophie Turner) https://youtu.be/j96NrJc0VN8?t=104

Partner(s): Trent Moreland Parents: Taylor Fitch & Keith London Kids: None Siblings: Daphne Fitch Age: 22 (2021) Birthday: 5th of May Height: 166cm (5.4ft) Body type: Slim but a bit on the curvy side. Eye color: Medium blue. About: Cheerful, Fair, Adventurous, Confident, Efficient, Amiable, Genuine, Humble, Good-natured, Caring, Friendly, Neat, Creative, Kind, Playful, Curious, Loyal, Patient, Respectful and Sensitive. ~ Has long dark blonde hair. ~ Don’t get fooled by her cute looks, she’s kick-ass when she wants to be. ~ Sexuality: Straight. ~ Only goes by the name George. Uses Georgina for formal occasions.  ~ Trying to start her own underwear brand. ~ Has a lot of will-power. ~ Can be a bit bossy at times. ~ Dates the 15 year older Trent, and has no problem with the age difference. ~ Is mature for her age, but young at the same time, which makes up for deep conversations, followed by food fight in the living room. ~ Wants kids one day, but business first. ~ Absolutely obsessed with the color lavender. ~ Has a pet bird named Bert. ~ Would love to get a bunch of dogs one day. ~ Dreams of living on a small farm with chickens and rabbits. Maybe a couple goats and pigs. ~ Smells like: Just smells fresh and clean, like a traditional Dove or Nivea soap. ~ Uses too much time on her makeup, if you ask her boyfriend. ~ Often wears really tall shoes/sandals to make up for her “lack in height”. ~ Doesn’t drink alcohol. ~ Scared of pigeons and calls them bird-thugs. ~ Addicted to fries.  ~ Workaholic. ~ Very close to her sister and her parents. ~ Considers her sister her best friend, and goes out to brunch or dinner with her ever Sunday. ~ Does Yoga with her boyfriend. ~ Often feeds ducks at the local park. ~ Likes hanging out at the beach to clear her head. ~ Is an okay cook. ~ Never late. ~ Absolutely can’t stand people being judgemental. ~ Goes to bed early. ~ Gets up even earlier. ~ One of those people who also gets up early Sunday morning. *Shivers* ~ Extremely romantic. ~ Loves: Trent, her family, Bert, board games, work, sunrise, farm animals, dogs, Lush cosmetics, Pineapple juice, smoothies, laughing, holding hands, kissing, romantic movies, candle lit dinner, receiving flowers, chocolate, massages, love letters, date night, makeup and squirrels. ~ Her style is: Girly and whimsical. ~ Is just a really sweet person.

George’s tag George’s house/home George’s moodboard Handwriting/ask answer pic:

One song to describe her: Cigarettes After Sex - Sweet Personal Playlist: 1. Maggie Rogers - Light On 2. CYN - Only With You 3. Mars Argo - Nothing Without You 4. Wolf Alice - Lipstick On The Glass 5. The Neighbourhood - Flawless 6. The Lumineers - The Ballad Of Cleopatra 7. Gregory Alan Isakov - That Moon Song  8. Hozier - Work Song 9. Alesso & Marshmello - Chasing Stars ft. James Bay 10. Angus & Julia Stone - Take Me Home 11. Chet Faker - Whatever Tomorrow 12. DOPE LEMON - Kids Fallin' In Love

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Fragile World

I was re-reading We Found Wonderland by @pink-flame as one does and now I have a what-if scene in my head between Bobby and Julie and I was given permission to write it! So here it goes! I highly recommend listening to Fragile World by Alberto Rosende which is where the title comes from as well and it’s referenced in the scene.

Bobby became a therapist after Sunset Curve broke up. What if he was Julie’s therapist, instead of Dr. Turner.

Julie nodded. Those same mess of curls bobbing up and down, “The world I've come to know is a replica of the one I used to know. But that isn’t recognizable to me anymore.”

Fragile World 

The decision to follow in his parents’ footsteps and become a therapist had bitten him in the ass-in the form of a phone call from Ray Molina. (Molina could be a common name right?) The man had called him seeking therapy for his daughter. She wasn’t coping with his wife’s death. Ray thought talking to someone outside of the family might help.

“Would you be willing to see her,  Dr. Wilson?” Ray asked and though Bobby knew he probably shouldn’t. (Because another voice in his head was saying that Molina wasn’t a common name. And Mr. Molina was seeking therapy for his daughter. Bobby knew it had to be Julie they were talking about here.) He should make some excuse about having too many clients and give him the name of another therapist. Dr. Turner would probably help. She specialized in helping kids deal with grief. But despite all of the reasons why he shouldn’t and Luke’s added warnings that Julie didn’t want them in her life now that everything was different; he found himself saying: “I have an opening this Thursday.” 

“Thank you. Thank you Dr. Wilson. I’ll bring Julie by your office after her school lets out.” Bobby agreed and said goodbye to Ray. What had he just done? 

Bobby wasn’t sure how time travel worked. He knew though that the following Thursday, the girl that sat on the couch in his office wasn’t the same girl he knew back in ‘95. This Julie didn’t seem to recognize him. This wasn’t his friend. At least not yet. 

So they talked. Or Bobby talked and Julie listened mostly. Months of this went by. Until Bobby thought he wasn’t really helping this Julie. It could just be him that Julie didn’t feel comfortable opening up as much. He could try a different therapist. Or maybe it was the amount of appointments. He had explained to Mr. Molina, when he approached the idea of stopping his and Julie’s weekly appointments, because he believed he had helped her as much as he could. So Julie’s weekly appointments turned into monthly appointments and then yearly appointments.

Until one day, six months later, Ray Molina had called early that morning, asking if he could make time for Julie today because something had happened the night before. So Julie walked into his office and sat down on the couch. If it wasn’t the way that she carried herself that day that told him something was different, then it was the book she had clutched in her hands. A worn copy of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. Correction. His copy of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. 

She sat and stared at him in silence. The light in her brown eyes was different. Time moved backward it seemed and memories of when he was eighteen flashed before him.  This was his friend. The girl who had risked everything twenty-five years ago to save his three friends. 

“Julie,” he started but that’s as far as he got. 

“Out of everyone, I always thought you might be the one to stick around my life. But not as my therapist.” 

That threw him off guard. He raised an eyebrow at her, “Then as what?” 

“Carrie’s dad. But you-you never worked it out with Queenie. So she was never born.” She answered in a choked whisper. 

“Julie, I tried. Really I did. I didn’t want to break my promise to you.”

Julie nodded. Those same mess of curls bobbing up and down, “The world I've come to know is a replica of the one I used to know. But that isn’t recognizable to me anymore.” 

“I-”

But the girl wouldn’t let him get a word in edgewise. “In the day I’ve been here. I’ve found myself thinking more and more about what if I had stayed in ‘95.”

She seemed to be done speaking at least for the moment as she slumped against the couch. Her arms crossed. Julie wasn’t meeting his eyes though. Instead her gaze remained on her hands. 

“I think Luke might’ve been waiting for you to ask him to go with you.” He said gently. Julie’s eyes were wide as they met his. 

“What?” 

“He doesn’t know, but I found a note that he wrote to Alex, Reggie, and me.  It was tucked into his lyrics journal.  It explained that he left with you and why.”

“Why?” 

“I don’t know for sure, but I think Luke Patterson has had two great loves of his life. Music and well, Julie Molina. He could make music anywhere. In any time. But there is only one Julie Molina.”

 Tears had started to stream down her cheeks as she drew in a shallow breath. Bobby winced, suddenly feeling as if he shouldn’t have told her that. 

“Are they happy? Are you?” She asked after a moment. She swiped at her face with the sleeve of her sweater. Bobby nodded, “Yeah. I am. And from what they told me, I think they are too.” 

“Good.” 

“Are you happy Julie?” 

“I-I’ll get there. Everything is just so new right now.” Bobby frowned, but he thought that was the best answer he was going to get. 

“Do they know that I’m your patient?” 

“No,” his answer could at least be honest, “I didn’t tell them. Patient privilege.”

“Good. Can we keep it that way?” He nodded, but she wasn’t finished, “And could you talk to my dad and refer me or something to Dr. Turner or another therapist? I-I just think it’ll be too hard.”

Bobby didn’t want to. He wanted to help his friend adjust to her new timeline. In a similar way, she helped his friends. But. That’s not what she wanted. So he nodded again. 

“Yes, Julie.”

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Shifters Prologue

a girl get a task, go to the wizarding world and save the lives of the people writing on the list she got, she knows when they'll die but unsure how, so follow the life of the shifting girl

A/N- I am actually excited on writing this and I am so sorry if anyone has come up with this idea before, I thought about it myself but I will credit the original creator if this has been done

Word Count-741 (Short but it’s just the introduction)

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“Breakfast!” My brother Tommy shouted banging on my door. “If your not downstairs in five minutes mom will kill you,” 

I opened my eyes annoyed, tossing my hand up in the air. “Don’t worry about it,” I huffed shaking my head.

“You’ve gotten a letter from your secret admirer again, aren’t you gonna answer, it’s like the millionth one,” The feeling of my brother jumping on my bed made me jolt and look up at him with a fright, he had a bright white letter in his hand.

“I don’t think so, it’s another mission and I just got back from my last one, I don’t wanna leave again,” I completed sitting up. “They’ll live without a couple letters from me, it’s not like i’d be saving anyone if I answered,”

“Fine,�� Tommy said sitting down on my bed. “I’m opening it, i’m just dying to see what it is,” I smiled leaning back on my bed unistersted in the conversation. 

Tony had stayed quiet for a moment looking at the letter confused “What is it?” I asked worried snatching the letter out of his hand. 

“It’s just a bunch of names, you’ve never gotten something like that before,” Tommy started to say but was started when a owl crashed into the window. “I’ve got it,” 

1979 Regulas Black

1981 Alice and Frank Longbottom*

James and Lily

Marlene Mckinnon Dorcas Meadowes

1990 Pandora Lovegood

1995 Cedric Diggory

1996 Sirius Black

1997 Alastor Moody

1998 Peter Pettigrew Dobby Fred Weasley Remus Lupin Nymphadora Tonk Lavender Brown Colin Creevey Severus Snape

“I’ll be gone for nineteen years, I can’t do that,” I cried out tossing the letter down. “There is no way I can do that,”

“What is it?” Tommy asked holding a large packet in his hand with a letter on top. “Nineteen years,”

I stayed silent for a moment, feeling almost sick. “Working for the universe has its perks doesn’t it,” I mumbled patting infront of me so Tommy could sit down. “Just the normal day to day works you know, why don’t you open that for me?” I suggested to my younger brother who was always fascinated with what I had done for a living, keeping is mostly a secret.

I watched Tommy toss the letter towards me, ripping open the wrapping and looking at a box, I nodded my head at him, he continued opening it up.

“A time turner!” His voice was excited as he took a golden time timer out of the box. “I’ve never seen one of these before,”

“And you can have it when i’m done, I promise,”  I winked grabbing the letter from my lap and opening it up.

Dear Jamie Grey

Thank you for opening our letters, you have been assident to go back in time, living your nineteen years as yourself, not messing up.

You will save the list of people on the list you have received, you will not know how they die but when they will die. Fail and you die.

Whenever you are ready, turn your time turner back and start your mission, we will keep in contact.

Sincerely, The universe

“Stupid,” I mumbled crumpling the paper in my hands and looking at Tommy who was ready the list of names on my paper. “Nineteen years will be about two seconds for you,”

I knew that if I hadn’t done these things that I would die, unsure how any of this effected me I always followed the letters I was given, sometimes it was helping the neighborhood. Contacting old friends, relieving a year in the past. But something about this seems different.

“I know,” Tommy whispered wrapping his arms around me. “And you always come back alive, promise,”

“Promise,” I whispered back leaning my head on my brothers shoulder. “I always come back with something for you, this time i’ll make it something special,” I winked crawling out of my bed and rummaging around my dresser.

“I’ll miss you, even know you’ll be gone for less then a minute for me, it’s always the longest minute of my life,” Tommy said wrapping his arms around me. “Bring me back something cool,”

I kissed the top of my brothers head and let him go, smiling down at him. “I promise that I will bring you back the coolest thing I could find,” I planted a kiss on the top of his head. “See you in nineteen years,”

“See you in a minute,” Tommy chuckled letting go of me and walking to the door. “Do whatever you do, and have the time of your life,” I picked my bag up and placed the time turner of my neck. “Have fun,” My door shut and I was gone.