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sweetiebean00 · 8 months ago

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Of Sleepy Cuddles

The Seventh Installment of Nifflers and Magic, takes place after the sixth one! :) @helendeath ####

Celia's eyes snapped open, the soft pressure on her hair pulling away to let warm air dance along her bangs. She blinked, once, twice. The fog of sleep clearing from her mind with Ominis' voice, the notes softer and oh-so low...

"Dream with ease, love."

Goosebumps broke across her skin, his hand featherlight against her cheek as he gently smoothed her fringe back from her face.

"You've more than earned it after everything you've been through."

The tenderness of his words, in his voice, had her eyes burning. Tears forming behind her eye at the gentle way he handled her, he spoke with so much... emotion. Feeling, even though he believed she was sleeping. His gentleness never faded, her heart skipping in her chest and her breathing caught as he pressed his lips into the exposed skin of her forehead this time. He lingered, the smell of mint and lemon evading her senses and leaving a fire burning in her chest and a shiver racing down her spine. Then all at once, Ominis was gone. The heat of his touch leaving as her hair fell back into her face.

No!

Celia's hand jerked out, snatching the corner of his sleeve before she could think twice. Ominis paused, and she swallowed. A blush burning at her cheeks as pale, unseeing eyes turned her way. Every time he did that, it made her skin crawl pleasantly. Like the grass at home tickling her ankles before home was just a building with faces she used to know. It was as if he could hear her soul, feel it moving, maybe his senses making him capable of seeing right through her fleshy bits to the hidden part inside her. She bit her lip, hearing the soft crack of his knees popping as he slowly sank into a kneel beside her.

She couldn't bring herself to look at him properly, hiding beneath her hair and her lashes as she caught the soft smile tugging at his lips. At the puzzled frown between his brows. The fire behind him making his pale skin glow, blonde hair turning gold in the light as he waited. Quietly, patiently. His presence a comfort, an offering of time and peace. Never a push, but always there. Like a rock, an anchor in the storm. She swallowed.

"Stay...?"

It was just above a whisper, her voice cracking from the lack of use. How long has she been out? The question was almost enough to make her panic, to send her into a hyper awareness that would no doubt end with her propelling herself off the... off her couch in the Room of Requirements. She didn't even realize that he brought her there, figuring he had managed to find a way to get into the Hufflepuff Common Room instead, maybe Poppy or Adelaide having let him in.

"Celia?" That same gentle tone, the same deep notes that made the fire inside burn hotter.

"Don't-" She breathed out her nose, brows furrowing as she closed her eyes. "Don't go, Ominis... please? Stay?"

"I-" He stopped, and she cracked an eye open. Seeing the pink tinting his own cheeks, as he shook his head. "For you? Until you send me away."

That… that sounded like a promise. A promise of what, she wasn’t sure. She didn’t have the brain power to pick it apart, to analyze and roll it around over and over in her head. Celia shifted on the couch, wiggling to the back as he carefully climbed in beside her. It should've been awkward.

The couch wasn't meant for this, not when she had first conjured it into existence. But, instead it’s... it’s easy. As simple as breathing. Even if she couldn't figure out what to do with her hands or her feet. Did she turn over, but then they'd be spooning, and she hadn't asked-

His arm slowly -hesitantly- curled around her waist, and that one move had her head clearing. The thoughts falling away, it didn't feel awkward even as he laid with a couple inches between them. Their hands kept to themselves. And it didn't feel awkward now, his arm curling her closer into his chest.

Her leg automatically sliding along his until his thigh was squished between hers, her skirt having been lifted to be bunched around her thighs and her forehead was tucked into his chest. His collarbone exposed by the undone button of the top of his shirt, something she wondered if she had done when the curse had still been cruising through her system. Her heart fluttered, lemon and mint, and that spice she still couldn't place wrapping around her like a blanket. A blanket that had her guard dropping in seconds. That had the tension fading from her shoulders, her straight spine relaxing as she sunk into the protective, tender warmth of Ominis' chest.

Her hands curled into his shirt, and he chuckled softly. Pressing a kiss into her head as he rested his chin on the top of her head. His hand stroked her back, tracing the line of spine and shoulder blades. Dancing low enough to graze the waistband of her skirt before going back up, up, up to the collar of her shirt, to the nape of her neck. His hand unraveling the mess of her nearly non-existent braid and oh.

Oh.

That.... that's nice.

His hand carded through her wild dark hair, the curls from the braid being finger combed out and her eyes rolled back. Celia stifled what would've been a moan, fire ghosting down to her chest at the pleased whine that came from her throat instead. He chuckled, low, deep, and it sounded absolutely *sinful* this close. Was it just her or was it lower than before? His chest reverberated against her and she squeaked. Only for it to turn into a whine when his blunt nails scratched her scalp and dragged dooooooown.

"Celia, you need to rest. When you wake, we'll discuss the logistics of you apparently being part-kneazle."

She snorted, yawning as she found herself burrowing her face into his shirt. Her words coming out slurred and lazy, but in her defense she can't think past the haze of her brain that came over her upon his fingers dragging along her scalp.

"Talkabout... anything if keepss that up... pleasse?"

He chuckled, and she hummed. Her last moments of coherence lost to that sound as sleep returned to curl around her like a snake. Her dreams filled with a cat and a snake prancing about, a raven and a badger oddly joining them as they traveled the Scottish highlands.

#hogwarts oc #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy fanfic #ominis gaunt #ominis x mc #ominis gaunt x reader #hufflepuff #hufflepuff x slytherin #slytherin #fluff #of nifflers and magic

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mythawolf · 2 years ago

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If they make a HTTYD book-based cartoon (preferably by Cartoon Saloon) a good way to make the audience like and feel sorry for Snotlout more is by showing him with a strong sense of honour, such as allowing an opponent to pick up their weapon after being disarmed or saving a Hooligan over something else he’d desire, or something similar. They could also include his sister Adelaide and have him be really wholesome to her (like giving her piggyback rides and not being a jerk in front of her because he wants to be a good role model and doesn’t want her to hate herself too).

Just a thought.

#Httyd #httyd books #snotface snotlout #how to train your dragon #how to train your dragon books

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foggyfanfic · 2 months ago

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Fixations

Summary: Once upon a time, all over the world, nobody knew how brains worked. We knew they were there, we knew if you take the brain out of a person the person stops working, but we didn't know all the ways a brain could be sick or disordered. Once upon a time, people weren't autistic, they were quirky, or eccentric, or creepy, or weird.

Or: I play around with what being mentally ill in an isolated, magic village is like, while also exploring how the Madrigals might come off to the rest of the villagers.

Adelaide

It wasn’t like she had expected school to be uniquely horrible, on the contrary she had expected school to be exactly as horrible as most things were. She had expected people to tell her she was too quiet, too serious, a little creepy. She had expected people not to get her jokes, not to care about the book she’d last read, not to sit with her and allow her to just be there without contributing to the conversation. She had expected school to be more of the same.

But it wasn’t. And she knew exactly why.

The first day of school had started out pretty much as she expected. The other children were off put by her lack of smiles, by her overly precise words, by her even tone. Somebody, she wasn’t sure who, decided that she must be a doll brought to life.

On a side note, this was how Adelaide learned that she was something called “pretty”. It was not a word she’d ever heard in her home life and at six years old she had only read nonfiction books that described things with much more precision than the other children were capable of. But she was duly informed that she was very pretty and very expressionless, and very short, and that made them think she was some sort of creepy living doll. She would later look up “pretty” in the dictionary and be a little flattered. None of the adults who had called her too serious or creepy had ever tacked on a compliment as well.

But other than being called pretty, the day started exactly the way she expected it to based off of her limited experiences. The other children did not like her, and they avoided her other than to inform her they did not like her.

The children did like the Madrigals, both of them, although Adelaide noted they were liked in different ways.

Mirabel was friendly and had something nice to say about everybody. She was happy to help however she could and was fun to sit next to in arts and crafts because she would hand you a crayon and tell you the color would look perfect next to that cute little caterpillar you’d just drawn. Mirabel didn’t tell the funniest jokes, but she laughed at other people’s jokes; she didn’t have the absolute coolest stories, but she listened avidly when others wanted to tell a story, and even remembered it well enough she could tell you to repeat it for another kid to hear; she didn’t have a magic gift, but she did spend the snack breaks showing everybody how to make friendship bracelets. Some people were jerks about the no-gift thing, but they were quickly shut up when Mirabel said her Má told her to only share the cookies she’d brought for lunch with nice kids.

Then there was Camilo. Camilo did tell the funniest jokes, he did tell the coolest stories, and he did have a magic gift.

The other kids sat next to Mirabel when they wanted to talk about their favorite animals, but they sat next to Camilo when they wanted to be amazed. They would ask Mirabel about the simple, crooked, butterfly she had sewn onto her school bag, they would ask Camilo to shapeshift into the teacher and make fart noises. People wanted to play tag with Mirabel, people wanted to watch Camilo put on a show.

Being six years old, Adelaide wondered which was better, whether Camilo or Mirabel was more popular. Now at fourteen she understood that Camilo was more popular, but Mirabel had more friends.

“Hey, uh Adelaide,” Camilo called out and she felt her cheeks warm up automatically. She knew she was hardly the only girl at school to have a crush on Camilo, which honestly just made the way her heart pitter pattered in her chest when he said her name all that more annoying.

She was different in almost every other way, didn't fit quite right with any of the other girls, even the ones who liked her and called her a friend. But this! This stupid, embarrassing crush! This was the one thing she shared in common with other girls. What? Because he had probably saved her from a lifetime of bullying? Ridiculous.

Adelaide turned to look at him and he jogged up to her with a friendly grin. He looked directly at her, not through or past her like some people did, but his smile was the same smile he gave his favorite teachers. It was not the smile he greeted Mirabel, or his two actual friends with. She wondered if underneath it all he was actually like her, but able to hide it because he knew how to act.

Maybe that was why, on the first day of school, when the other kids asked him to act out the story the teacher had read right before lunch he had asked Adelaide to narrate for him. Maybe that was why he kept asking Adelaide to narrate for him. Maybe he knew exactly how much he had helped her, how much it affected the way people saw her, by making her his designated narrator.

“La Señora Florez asked me to do story time for the seven year olds, I need a narrator. You free? I’d let La Señora Florez do it but between you and me, her pacing is always off.”

Or maybe he simply thought she was a good narrator.

“I am,” she said, with a tiny nod.

“Great,” he almost yelled, clapping his hands together once, “let’s go.”

He led her back to the school, at their age they only attended school in the mornings and were sent out in the afternoons to get their work done or so they could do chores for their parents. Adelaide had been half way to the library, but this was better.

“How is your day going,” Adelaide asked, because it was one of the five questions she knew to ask in social situations.

“Pretty good,” he said, “how about you?”

She hesitated, this part was tricky, she was apparently only supposed to say pleasant things but to be honest her day had been pretty boring. Was she supposed to lie? She must have hesitated too long because Camilo turned his head to look at her.

“I… am glad you asked me to do this, it’s always fun.”

Camilo’s face did something that Adelaide did not understand, his eyebrows twitched through a few expressions, his lips pursed, then almost frowned; it was not the face people made when she did the people thing correctly. But then his usual grin came back, he more than anyone else, more than even Mirabel made an effort not to make her feel as awkward as she was. Or maybe Mirabel was making an effort but this was another way that Camilo’s talents as an actor shined through. Mirabel herself could be a bit awkward at times, Josephine said it just made her more likable though, “She’s the relatable sort of awkward” she had explained. Adelaide idly decided that yes, Mirabel probably did try to make Adelaide feel not-awkward just as much or maybe even more than Camilo did, but Camilo was just better at it.

“Were you not having a fun day before?” Camilo eventually asked, in a prompting sort of voice, making her realize she was probably supposed to say more.

She didn’t let herself hesitate too long this time, if she kept pausing to think her answers through people usually assumed that meant something was wrong, instead she gave a shrug just big enough to be noticed and told him, “I thought the history lesson was boring. I always think the history lesson is boring… I think I might not like history lessons.”

Camilo laughed, and she wasn’t sure if he was laughing because what she said was funny, or because he thought she was funny. Despite a love of mischief, he was generally well meaning, so she decided to believe it was the first one.

“Sí, me too,” Camilo said, then looked around at the other passerby, he must have been checking to see if anyone was listening because he dropped his voice before continuing, “don’t tell the other guys I said this but I just don’t give a shit about wars. At all. I want to learn more about inventors and stuff.”

“I can tell you everything you could ever want to know about how telescopes were invented and developed throughout history,” she blurted.

He grinned, and it may have been wishful thinking on her part, but it seemed a lot closer to the smiles he gave his friends than the smiles he gave everybody else. He started to say something, but then somebody called his name. A boy from Juan’s class, the class above them. Camilo turned and greeted him with a shout and brief clasping of their hands. He didn’t pause, but instead twisted as he walked to explain why he couldn’t stop and tell the other boy he’d “catch you later”.

When he turned back around he said, “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be,” she all but whispered, “I know it’s what you do.”

“What do you mean?”

“You act like you’re hosting a party, even when you’re just walking through town. It’s what people expect.”

“Is that so wrong?” He frowned at her, eyes narrowing. It was the face people made when she said something that bordered on rude but wasn’t completely offensive.

She shook her head, “I do what people expect too. It’s easier.”

He didn’t respond, disrupting the natural rhythm of the conversation, she looked at him but couldn’t read him. Had she said something wrong? Something too serious? Too familiar?

They were almost back at the school.

“What do people expect from you?” Camilo asked.

“They expect me to ask ‘how is your day’ and answer with something positive when I am asked the same, even if my day was boring,” Adelaide said, she stopped walking and turned so she could stare up at him when he stopped too, “they expect you to do stuff like that, only they expect you to be perfect at it and exciting about it. It is admirable that you succeed.”

Maybe the honest compliment would fix whatever she was doing wrong.

He opened his mouth to say something, then didn’t say anything. He just stared at her. Some day he would tell her how startling it always was that she seemed to see through him so easily.

She glanced at the school, then looked back at him and took a chance, “Camilo? How was your day?”

He laughed a little breathlessly, then said, “Honestly, I didn’t get a chance to grab breakfast so I’m really hungry.”

She nodded once, then took off her school bag and dug around in it until she found her lunch sack. Without a word she offered it to him.

“Aw geez, I can’t take your food,” Camilo said, shaking his head.

“When story time is over I can quietly slip away and get myself more food. You will probably be expected to do something else for somebody.” She took a half step towards him so her lunch bag was now pressed against his stomach.

He nodded a little sideways, then regarded her with his lip between his teeth before asking in a quiet voice, “You sure?”

She nodded.

“Absolutely positive?”

Another nod and she swung the bag so it gently whacked his stomach.

“Gracias,” he suddenly burst, diving forward and briefly hugging her, “you’re a lifesaver! You have no idea!”

Her face burned and it felt like her heart was going to burst out of her chest, but she just nodded and relinquished her bag to him. As they finished the journey back to the school he scarfed down all of the food with impressive speed. Adelaide glanced at him then tapped the corner of her mouth. He thanked her, wiped the errant sauce into his mouth, then thanked her again. He led her to the classroom the seven year olds usually shared with the six year olds, except the six year olds were visible out the window, learning about plants in the school’s garden.

Adelaide envied them a little, the lessons on how to grow food had been her favorite once upon a time, but had morphed into lessons on food storage and such as she grew older. Much less fun.

The younger children perked up when they saw Camilo and Adelaide waiting by the door, he grinned at the few who stared, then winked and tapped a finger to his lips before pointing at Señora Florez. Most of the children did their best to pay attention, despite their clear mounting excitement.

“-and I think most of you have guessed what we’re doing next,” Señora Florez eventually said, when she was done explaining the different accent marks, “everybody, write the accent marks on your slate and hold it up for me to see when you’ve done so. …Bien! Muy bien! Now, Señorita Adelaide, and Señor Camilo are going to tell you a story, and I want you to try to keep track of how many times you hear each accent mark.”

Señora Florez handed her a book, which Adelaide immediately showed to Camilo. He flipped through the illustrations and briefly turned into each of the characters that had a speaking role. Then handed the book back to her. He fetched her a stool to sit on, front and center of the classroom, and she could feel him hovering at the ready right behind her.

The minute she started reading he warped himself into the shape of the book’s main character, he buzzed around her as she read, bringing the character’s actions to life as she described them. Once in a while she had to pause so he had time to fully act out this page or that. When they came to a bit of dialogue, she held the book up for him and he read the dialogue himself. He still wasn’t great at changing his voice when shape shifting, so he just did voices for the characters the same way their non-magical teachers did during story time. Then when he was done with the dialogue she kept reading on.

As she read, she did her best to emphasize the accent marks, to make it easier for the kids to catch them. Camilo did the same, but was hampered by the funny voices he was doing.

When the story was done the children clapped for Camilo as he bowed left and right with many a flourish. He stepped aside and gestured grandly at her, inspiring another wave of applause, she stood and gave a slight curtsy. Camilo laughed a little, just a breathless little laugh.

Some day he would ask her “The thing with your face, it’s not on purpose, is it?”

And she would say, “No, it is not. I don’t know why I don’t know how to have facial expressions, I know it comes naturally to everyone else, I know I’m supposed to know, instinctually, when to smile or frown. I know I'm supposed to know what each facial expression means. But I don’t and I don’t know why.”

It would become immediately obvious to her that he hadn’t meant to start a serious conversation, because he would look startled, so incredibly startled that even she of all people could read it in his eyes. On that day, many years into their future, she would be suddenly convinced that she was too awkward, too serious, too not quite right, to ever be loved by somebody like Camilo. For a split second she would wonder how she ever thought that this fairy tale would have a happy ending. She would draw in a shaky breath, to apologize for being everything that she was, but never get the chance to do so.

Because Camilo would hug her and tell her she didn’t need to know when to smile or frown, that her monotone delivery made her jokes funnier anyways, and that he just wanted to know if it was ok that he thought it was cute. When prompted, he would shrug and admit he’d always thought watching her do normal stuff with such a serious expression was cute. He’d just wanted to make sure he was laughing with her, not at her, so to speak.

And that would be the day Adelaide truly trusted Camilo, it would be the day her fixation with Camilo, her admiration for him, would finally become love.

But for now, she spent the rest of the day wondering what that little laugh meant. Was she not supposed to curtsy? She always curtsied when she read for him. Or did she do it wrong? Maybe she had been holding the book in a weird way when she did it. Or maybe it wasn’t a laugh at all, maybe it had simply been an exhale that had stuttered on the way out. Maybe the world was kinder than she thought, maybe the world wasn’t completely horrible, and it had been the sort of laugh that Josephine had said people do when they are simply happy or comfortable or fond of whoever they are looking at.

Lying in bed, almost scowling over the fact that this single laugh was keeping her awake, she would acknowledge that the laugh might not have anything to do with her at all and instead it could have been born of Camilo remembering a funny joke.

But despite admitting that, she would stay up all night, thinking about Camilo and how naturally he moved through life, wondering if he secretly thought she was weird, or too serious; or worse, if he thought nothing of her at all. She would stay up all night haunted by all possible versions of Camilo, versions that were kind, versions that were cruel, and versions that were simply apathetic. Then in the morning when she was struggling to stay awake at her desk, the version of Camilo that was real would plop some coffee down in front of her, alongside her empty lunch bag.

“Thanks for the save yesterday,” he said, not bothering to be quiet, not caring that all eyes were on him, that the whole class listened to his every word in hopes it would be said to them next, “you were right, I didn’t get another chance to eat until dinner.”

“De nada,” she said, for once happy her face didn’t automatically respond to her emotions like a normal person’s. With the entire class paying attention to them, she was glad that her blush was hidden, that her breathless joy was invisible to all but Josephine. Camilo nodded at her one more time then his eyes went past her, to Josephine, hopefully he couldn't tell that she was grinning slyly at Adelaide.

“Hey Jo! Real quick, before Mirabel gets here, what’s a good sewing thing to get for her birthday?”

“I’ll see if I can find out what she’s working on,” Josephine said, “embroidery thread’s always a safe bet for her.”

“What about your birthday?” Adelaide interjected, “It’s next, isn’t it? What do you want?”

It seemed the entire class leaned in, and Camilo’s face did something strange, his eyes flicking around to everyone around them. Then he put on that big showy grin of his, the one that wasn’t genuine.

“What I want is to just this one give Mirabel a better gift than she gets me,” Camilo laughed the question away, with a shake of his head and a shrug, “she always knocks it out of the park, leaves me looking like a total jerk in comparison.”

A few people rushed to contradict him, tell him how nice he was. Adelaide cocked her head and considered what she knew about him.

“A book about inventors?” She asked it quietly, taking advantage of her naturally low voice to turn the conversation private in the middle of the crowd. A look of surprise flickered across Camilo’s face, he opened his mouth then froze. He glanced around.

The problem with always being the center of attention was that people were always paying attention to you.

So it wasn’t subtle at all when he leaned in and told her as quietly as he could, “Yeah, or a working model I could fiddle with.”

She nodded, mind already racing with ideas.

Then he stood up with a grin, “Just don’t tell Mirabel I said that, the last thing she needs is help beating me.”

“Beating you at what?” Mirabel asked, walking through the door with Katrina.

“Did you know you and Camilo are competing over who can get the other a better birthday gift?” Josephine said.

“We are not,” Mirabel rolled her eyes, then smirked at Camilo, “that would imply Camilo has a chance at winning.”

A few people oohed while others laughed.

“Oh ho! Thems some fighting words,” Camilo crowed, “just you wait Mirabel, I’ll kick some gift giving ass this year, I’m going to give you something so great it’ll make you cry.”

“Oh really?”

“Sí! Really,” Camilo gestured grandly at Josephine, “because this year I have a secret weapon.”

“I don’t think ‘buy her string’ is the winning advice you think it is,” Adelaide pointed out, meaning to be genuinely helpful, but people laughed as if it was a joke.

Some day Adelaide would admit to Camilo that she didn’t learn how to tell jokes until she was seventeen, and didn’t master it until she was twenty-one, any time she was funny before that was by accident. He would admit to her that he’d always been a little jealous of her mastery of the deadpan delivery, and the things she said became even funnier now that he knew she meant them.

In the here and now, Camilo gasped and theatrically put a hand to his chest, “Oh! The betrayal! I thought you were on my side.”

“I am, and I am also correct,” Adelaide said with a shrug.

“She is sorta correct,” Mirabel said, giving Josephine an apologetic smile, “I love that people keep giving me embroidery floss but if you’re going for some sort of wow factor…”

“Alright, fair enough,” Camilo shrugged it off as easily as he shrugged off most things, then he grinned at Adelaide, “coming in for the save again, I guess.”

“I try,” she all but whispered.

“Well cut it out, I can’t go buying you coffee every day,” Camilo’s words were harsh but his tone and smile were friendly, she was pretty sure he was joking.

“I also accept payment in candle lit dinners,” is what Adelaide would have said if she was a few years older and way bolder. “I also accept payment in chocolate,” is what she would have said if she thought of it in time. “We’ll call this one a freebie” is what she actually said, which wasn’t bad as far as replies went, but she only thought of it so quickly because it was a line from the book she had read for him the day before.

He smiled then, and it was a smile that Adelaide didn’t recognize. A smile that would someday become familiar to her, that she would someday know to be the way he smiled when he was in on an inside joke. It was not a complicated smile, or one that denoted anything groundbreaking.

Which just made it all the more frustrating to her that her next sleepless night was spent fixating on it.

A/N: I know I've mentioned that I created Adelaide to be the reason Camilo ends up with very autistic kids, but when I actually started rotating her in my head I liked the idea of her being very calm and understated in contrast of his showy personality, and that became her being somebody that struggles to mask. I think we've all been in that place where we know we're not wearing the right facial expression for the situation, and I assume a lot of people have found themselves over thinking what their face is doing. That is Adelaide, every second of every day. She's observant and intelligent, but god damn it, was she supposed to laugh at that or look sympathetic? Therefore she spends her youth absolutely fascinated by Camilo's ability to mask (because even if you don't see him as neurodivergent I still subscribe to the theory that he has identity issues he's hiding from everybody). Combine that with the fact that he almost single-handedly saved her from a life time of being the creepy kid when he decided she would be his designated narrator and she ends up with a crush that really pisses her off. (Something else I assume everybody else experiences.)

#encanto #fanfic #camilo x female OC #camilo madrigal #Encanto oc Adelaide #foggy writes #foggy rambles #I keep accidentally inventing OC's I end up very fond of

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insteading · 2 months ago

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Doing a big batch cook for the week with my housemates this weekend (pineapple peanut stew; chana masala; cabbage Parmesan; red curry with eggplant and tofu).

I've been listening to my 12 Days of Christmas playlist. It is mostly not Christmas music. Instead, it starts with one song about a pear tree, then two songs about doves, then three about chickens, then four about colly (coal-black) birds, five about gold rings, etc. I had to get all the way to geese before I hit a song that I'm "meh" about ("Surrey with the Fringe on Top"-- if you have another suggestion of a song with a goose in it, let me know!).

Anyway: thank you past self, this is hitting the spot. Full list below if you're curious! All of it's on YouTube.

Pear tree: Olya Fryz, "Posadzhu Ya Hrushechku (Pear Tree)" Turtle doves: Jess Klein, "Little White Dove" Prince, "When Doves Cry" French hens: Mussorgsky, "Ballet of the Unhatched Chickens" from Pictures at an Exhibition Fairport Convention, "The Hen's March Through the Midden" Louis Jordan, "Ain't Nobody Here but us Chickens" Colly birds: Beatles, "Blackbird" XTC, "Rook" Alan Parson Project, "The Raven" Arthur Baynon, "When Rooks Fly Homeward" Gold rings: Beyoncé, "Single Ladies" Boiled in Lead, "Step it Out, Mary" Leah Jenea, "Gold Ring" Kimbra, "Plain Gold Ring" (both this and previous are riffs on Nina Simone's "Plain Gold Ring") Emmylou Harris, "Golden Ring" Geese a-laying: Rodgers & Hammerstein, "Surrey with the Fringe on Top" Pigpen Theatre, "Goose Song" Kate Rusby, "The Wild Goose" Debussy, Prelude Book 1 L 117, arranged by Dan Golding for Untitled Goose Game Jethro Tull, "Mother Goose" Ravel, "The Fairy Garden" from Mother Goose Suite Swans a-swimming: Carl Orff, "Burning Swan" from Carmina Burana Camille St. Saens, "The Swan" Tchaikovsky, "Dance of the Little Swans" from Swan Lake Dua Lipa, "Swan Song" BTS, "Black Swan" Loreena McKennitt, "The Bonny Swans" Jean Sibelius, Movement 3 of Symphony 5 (I vaguely remember reading that Sibelius was inspired by seeing swans in flight, if I'm wrong I'm wrong) Maids a-milking: Three Gaelic milking songs performed by Kate Nicholson The Longest Johns, "The Milkmaid" The Red Krayola, "Dairymaid's Lament" Donatan ft. Cleo, "My Slowiaenie" Heather Breeze, "The Dairymaid" Paddy Roberts, "Poor Little Country Girl" Sean Maguire, "The Dairymaid" R. Langgaard, "Saeterjenten" (Dairymaid) Ladies dancing: Dua Lipa, "New Rules" Boston College Dance Ensemble dancing to "Hallelujah" Sasha dances to "Istanbul, not Constantinople" on Bunheads Ballet sequence from The Red Shoes "Cell Block Tango" Beyond Words Dance Company dancing to "Closer to Fine" Fourth and final part of Martha Graham's "Appalachian Spring" "Canned Heat" from Center Stage Beyoncé, "Formation" John Gardner, "Tomorrow Shall be my Dancing Day" Lords a-leaping: Alvin Ailey Dance Ensemble, "Sinnerman" Kriss Kross, "Jump" "Candy Canes" from Balanchine Nutcracker "Candy Canes" from Debby Allen's Hot Chocolate Nutcracker Donald O'Connor, "Make 'em Laugh" from Singing in the Rain Gregory Hines and Mikhail Baryshnikov, Duo Dance from White Nights Turf Feinz soloists No Noiz, Man, BJ, and Dreal dancing to music by Yung FX, Erk tha Jerk, and COOP Virsky Hopak soloists of the Ukrainian Dance Company Alvin Ailey Dance Ensemble, "EN" Pipers piping: Medieval Baebes, "Old King Cole" The Rogues, "Gravel Walk" Big Country, "In a Big Country" (yeah I know it's actually guitar, but it's the best pipe approximation I've ever heard from guitars) Migos, "Pipe it Up" "Scotland the Brave" Loreena McKennitt, "Mummer's Dance" Paul McCartney, "Pipes of Peace" (also "meh" on this one) "Toss the Feathers" and "The Bunch of Keys" Pointer Sisters, "Banging on the Pipes / Steam Heat" Pipe Guy (Adelaide) playing a 10-minute house / trance / techno set on PVC tubes Charles Widor, "Toccata" Drummers drumming (okay, this is where the actual Christmas music disproportionately comes in): "Patapan" Sally Avant, "Reel Around the Sun" Leslie Odom Jr, "Little Drummer Boy" Morehouse College Glee Club, "Betelehemu" Bindley Benjamin, "Parang Soca" Chieftains / Elvis Costello, "St Stephen's Day Murders" Christopher Tin, "Baba Yetu" Arlindo Cruz, "Natal Diferente" XTC, "Stupidly Happy" Kwadwo Donkor, "Afehyia Pa" Duke Ellington / Tchaikovsky, "Danse of the Floreadores"

#music #playlist #12 days of christmas

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companion-showdown · 1 year ago

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Almost/Could have been Companion: Nominations

It's nomination time: Who is the Best Almost Companion

Who would you like to have seen become a companion?

Rules:

Must have met the Doctor

I know Jago and Litefoot are popular but I am not including anyone from Talons as a matter of principle

Not someone you could already call a companion (some exceptions may be made on a case by case basis) (if they are TV characters who are companions only in the EU that will be allowed)

Not necessary, but ideally someone who would have said yes in the right circumstances

There's no other restrictions on the kinds of characters to include, just anyone you wanted to come on further adventures in the TARDIS

Nominations will close in 24 hours (17:15 BST (UTC+1), 13/10)

Current list under the cut because it is already very long and only going to get longer

60s

Cameca (The Aztecs)

Jenny (The Dalek Invasion of Earth)

Bret Vyon (The Daleks Master Plan)

Anne (The Massacre)

Sam Briggs (The Faceless Ones)

Isobel (The Invasion)

Fariah (Enemy of the World)

Astrid Ferrier (Enemy of the World)

Ping-Cho (Marco Polo)

70s

Miss Hawthorne (The Daemons)

Bellal (Death to the Daleks)

Lish Toos (The Robots of Death)

D84 (Robots of Death)

Rodan (The Invasion of Time)

Duggan (City of Death)

80s

Todd (Kinda)

Richard Mace (The Visitation)

Will Chandler (The Awakening)

Chela (Snakedance)

Norna (Frontis)

Janet (Terror of the Vervoids)

The DJ (Revelation of the Daleks)

Ray (Delta and the Bannermen)

Mags (The Greatest Show in the Galaxy)

Shou Yuing (Battlefield)

Sabalom Glitz (Various)

Rachel (Remembrance of the Daleks)

Allison (Remembrance of the Daleks)

Gustave Lytton (Resurrection of the Daleks, Attack of the Cybermen)

Ruby Duvall

Cousin Justine (Met the Doctor in Alien Bodies)

The Duke of Wellington (multiple encounters)

Irving Braxiatel (the Doctor’s Brother, and a Jerk)

Koschie (Academy era Master)

Millennia and Rallon

Narvin

Alan Turing

Hal Bishop

Abslom Dakk

Carolyn McConnell (Vampire Science)

Alex Campbell (the dead one not the alternate version who travels with the doctor)

Bounce (Year of Intelligent Tigers)

Karl Sadeghi (Year if Intelligent Tigers)

Scarlette (Adventures of Henrietta Street)

Leonardo da Vinci (Various)

Jason Kane

Jack Springheel

Peter Summerfield

RTD

Jabe (The End of the World)

Harriet Jones (Aliens of London / World War Three

Lynda (Bad Wolf / The Parting of the Ways)

Mrs Moore (Rise of the Cybermen / The Age of Steel)

Jake (Rise of the Cybermen / The Age of Steel & Army of Ghosts / Doomsday)

Sally Sparrow (Blink)

Timothy (Human Nature / The Family of Blood (could have his name wrong))

Joan Redfern (Human Nature / The Family of Blood)

Professor Yana (Utopia)

Chan Tho (Utopia)

Tom (The Last of the Time Lords / The Sound of Drums)

Astrid Peth (Voyage of the Damned)

Alonzo (Voyage of the Damned)

Ross (The Sontaran Stratagem / The Poison Sky)

Jenny (The Doctor’s Daughter)

Hath Peck (The Doctor’s Daughter)

Rosita (The Next Doctor)

Lady Christina de Souza (Planet of the Dead)

Adelaide Brooke (The Waters of Mars)

Elton Pope (Love and Monsters)

Simm!Master

Agatha Christie (The Unicorn and the Wasp)

Jethro (Midnight)

Jacobi!Master

Dee Dee (Midnight)

Moffat

Nasreen Chaudry (The Hungry Earth / Cold Blood)

Craig Owens (The Lodger & Closing Time)

Kazran (A Christmas Carol)

Abigail (A Christmas Carol)

Canton Everette Deleware III (Day of the Moon)

Rita (The God Complex)

Lorna (A Good Man Goes to War)

Madge Arwell (The Doctor the Widow and the Wardrobe)

Brian Williams (Dinosaurs on a Spaceship)

John Riddell (Dinosaurs on a Spaceship)

Nefertiti

Petronella Osgood (Various)

Kate Stewart (Various)

Madame Vastra (Various – The Paternoster Gang)

Jenny (Various – The Paternoster Gang)

Strax (Various – The Paternoster Gang)

Journey Blue (Into the Dalek)

Psi (Time Heist)

Saibra (Time Heist)

Perkins (Mummy on the Orient Express)

Courtney Woods (Kill the Moon)

Rigsy (Flatline & Face the Raven)

Maebh (In the Forest of the Night)

Shona (Last Christmas)

Cass (Under the Lake / Before the Flood)

Me (The Girl Who Died / The Woman Who Lived & various)

Missy (Various)

Heather (Pilot & The Doctor Falls)

Erica (Pyramid at the End of the World)

Danny Pink

Ada Gillyflower (The Crimson Horror)

Shona (Last Christmas)

Chibnall

Bel (Flux)

Vinder (Flux)

Claire (Flux)

Jericho (Flux)

Ada Lovelace (Spyfall)

Ronan (The Tsuranga Conundrum)

Nikola Tesla (Nikola Tesla's Night of Terror)

Spinoffs

Luke Smith (The Sarah-Jane Adventures)

Clyde Langer (The Sarah-Jane Adventures)

Rani Chandra (The Sarah-Jane Adventures)

Gwen Cooper (Torchwood)

Ianto Jones (Torchwood)

Tosh Sato (Torchwood)

#the list is starting this long because i think this is the first suggested tournament i think i ever had #so the list has been going in the background for a while #also i know the next time poll isn't done yet #but its better for me to post round 1 over the weekend when i have more time #so yeah #almost companion: nominations #please let duggan do well #best one off character in doctor who

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seigephoenix · 7 months ago

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And here's the second ask for your DA writer circle. I would like this for Bull and Adelaide: At workplace / Strength Kink / Sloppy, dirty sex / “We need to stop meeting up like this.” / And that'll do it. <3

Thank you lovely!! This is for @dadrunkwriting. Under a cut due to the NSFW nature of the ask. Ship: Adelaide Trevelyan x The Iron Bull Content Warning: Rough sex, against a wall sex, Bull has a unique pet name for Adelaide Length: Short for me actually! 1.1k words

Adelaide paused at the bottom of the stairs as Josephine called her name once again. There was so much to do as Inquisitor, Adelaide hadn’t expected how much would be heaped on her shoulders. She waved Josephine off after answering her questions and sighed at the long climb up to her rooms. Steps were nothing knew to her, the Ostwick circle had a bunch of stairs, but it didn’t mean she liked them anymore. As she passed the last landing before her room Adelaide froze as the hairs on the back of her arm rose. Something was off. She didn’t sense any hostility but there was something there.

“You know, we’ve got to stop meeting like this, little rabbit.” Her face jerked towards the voice and a laugh escaped before she could stop it.

“You mean where you stop sneaking into my room late into the night?” Adelaide climbed up the last few steps and turned to face Bull as he leaned against the railing. Her heart skipped a beat as she watched the way his muscles bunched when he moved. He was just so much bigger than she was and yet she never felt unsafe around him. She took a step back as he turned towards her.

“Hmm, but you seem to enjoy it a little too much.” She grinned at him as she stepped away from his hand. He hadn’t begun the game yet, so she was free to play as she liked. Bull advanced until her back hit the wall just to the side of her windows. Where anyone could look up and see them. The thought sent a thrill through her at the thought. Bull knew she felt this way and enjoyed indulging it in her.

His hands skimmed over her sides, reveling in the shudder that went through her before coasting back up her curves, grabbing her hands on the way. He pinned them over her head, leaning in just enough to pin her to the wall with his weight. Just enough to keep her in place and she loved it.

A throbbing ache pulsed between her legs with the first brush of his chest against hers. His fingers toyed with each flimsy clasp of her shirt, the loop sliding easily over the knot until her breasts were naked in front of him. His hand reached up cupping the warm weight in his palm, his fingers rolling and pinching the already aching nipple. Adelaide bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out. Bull released her breast to press his thumb against her bottom lip, freeing it from her teeth before pressing down until her mouth dropped open.

“You know you want to cry out little bunny. So let me hear you.” Adelaide groaned and sucked his thumb into her mouth. Her tongue rolled across the pad of it, the salty bitterness coating her. She heard the rumble in his chest and clenched her thighs at the burst of heat there. “You’re being good tonight.” Adelaide nodded before he removed his thumb with a slick pop. He released her hands and jerked her pants down with a single motion. His palm pressed right between her thighs, grinding down on her clit.

Adelaide’s head fell back on a sharp cry at the sudden burst of pleasure in her blood. He leaned down and pressed his teeth against her pulse point. “I can feel how turned on you are. You’re soaked. Did you miss me?” Bull’s words were almost a purr against her skin and her legs shook with each slow grind against her clit. “Nope. No getting away tonight.” Bull hastily made short work of the rest of her clothes before he grasped her thighs and lifted her. He leaned forward and pinned her against the wall. “Now you’re not going anywhere.”

Adelaide cried out as his cock pressed right against her slick. She knew he’d stretch her to the point of pain since there’d be no prep, but she needed it. She needed the heat to consume every thought until there was nothing left but him in her mind. Her nails dug into his arms and she groaned out his name against his shoulder. Bull chuckled which went straight to her core and she wanted to curse at him for the frustration welling up inside of her.

“Easy bunny. I’ll take care of you.” His fingers dug into her hips as he slowly eased her down onto his cock. Adelaide’s head fell back against the wall with the slow stretch, almost to the point of burning like she wanted. Her legs tightened around his waist as he paused to let her get used to him. Adelaide slammed her palm against his arm. “What’s that bunny? You want me to go slower?” She groaned in frustration. “You know I can’t know what you want if you don’t use your words.”

“Andraste’s tits Bull. Fuck me like you mean it,” Adelaide hissed as she looked up at him. She saw the slow smirk appear on his lips and cursed as she played right into his hands. He merely pressed her against the wall and slammed to the hilt inside her. She sucked in a breath at the sudden fullness but her body throbbed in need. The need for more, the need for him. Her nails dug into his skin as she pulled him as close as she could with her legs. Bull chuckled and leaned down to cover her lips with his in an almost punishing kiss. His hips rocked against hers, scraping her back against the wall, overwhelming her senses with his presence. She was surrounded by nothing but him. His name spilled from her lips with each thrust against her. Her orgasm built layer by intense layer. The tension was almost too much, just to the point of pain as she just wanted release. He angled his thrusts until his body rubbed against her clit with each thrust.

“Come for me.” The whispered words drove her over the edge. She came with a scream and gnashing of teeth as the heat spiraled inside her into a tight knot before bursting. Adelaide had a fleeting thought it was like a firework, until the heat washed away even that. Bull grunted as he came soon after her, shuddering with his own release. Adelaide released a shaky breath when his grip loosened.

“OI! Quit having sex where I can hear you damn it!” Adelaide froze at the outraged shout from Sera. She let out a startled laugh that broke the heavy weight between them. It also brought to her mind the soreness in her back. She’d gotten quite a nasty scrape from the wall. Bull gently pulled her up into his arms at her wince.

“Let’s get you taken care of.” He pressed a kiss to the side of her head before he turned towards the bathing chamber she insisted Josephine install.

#dragon age writing #dragon age smut #trevelyan x bull #dadwc

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raspberrycatapult · 1 year ago

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I'm super excited to say that I've taken part in the @mlbigbang for the first time this (well, technically last) year!

The first chapter of Outback Camp will be posted on the 13th of Jan and updated every week!

Massive thanks to my amazing beta @uptoolateart, and to the awesome @cardiac-agreste and @wehadabondingmoment for their support! And to my artists, @bootsssss and @supergirl9130, for their lovely art!!

Synopsis

It was official. Marinette was going to die. There was no way she was going to survive this camp – let alone manage to confess. Forget crazy Australian wildlife – how could she make it through alive with Adrien?

Marinette, Adrien and their classmates go on a 10-day school camp to the Central Australian desert. Uluru (Ayers Rock), Alice Springs, Kings Canyon, Coober Pedy and more!

For Marinette, it’s the perfect chance to confess to Adrien…if only she can muster up the courage. Adrien, meanwhile, is beginning to realise just how special Marinette is to him.

Featuring lots of Adrinette, fun experiences, class shenanigans, and an identity reveal!

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The sound of the tent flap zipping open sent Marinette's heart into overdrive. Please be Alya, please be Alya, please be –

‘Hey, Marinette,’ a soft voice whispered.

Adrien poked his head through the flap, and then the rest of his body, awkwardly stepping into the tent, phone torch pointed to the ground. The tents were large, tall enough for her to be able to comfortably stand up straight. But it wasn’t quite the same story for Adrien. In his attempt to avoid the ceiling, he ended up banging his head against the metal pole in the centre.

‘Argh!’ he yelped, dropping his phone.

‘Are you okay!?’ Marinette blurted out, eyes wide as she watched Adrien’s dark figure crouch down and begin fumbling around for his phone. His hand landed on her leg, and she let out a squeak.

‘S-sorry!’ Adrien stammered, his hand jerking back. ‘I thought it was my – sorry!’

He seemed to find his phone, then, because a beam of light shone on his side of the tent. Marinette lay there, her heart hammering, the place where Adrien had touched her burning as though his hand was still there, even though she had pyjamas and a layer of sleeping bag protecting her.

Adrien had gone silent. She didn’t know what to do. Did she say something? Did she say goodnight? Where they just going to lie there, in silence, until they fell asleep?

‘Oh no,’ Adrien whispered.

Marinette’s heart leaped into her throat at those words. ‘What – what is it?’ she croaked out.

‘I…I sort of…um….’ He swallowed. ‘…forgot my sleeping bag?’

She stared. ‘You…forgot your sleeping bag…?’

Okay. That was fine. It was fine. He could just go get it from the boys’ tent.

‘Yep.’ He shifted. ‘Um…in Adelaide?’

WHAT.

She sat up. ‘What do you mean in Adelaide.’

‘I – I’m not used to having one! I’ve never used one before! I didn’t need one in Coober Pedy and I guess I just – I must have left it there in the morning – but it’s fine! I’ll just have to buy one…tomorrow.’

Marinette sat there, unable to make out more than Adrien’s vague outline in the dark, partially illuminated by the glow of his phone in his hand. ‘What about now?’ she said. ‘It’s – it’s cold!’

‘That’s – it’s fine,’ Adrien said. ‘Really, Marinette, I just –’

‘You can sleep with me!’ she blurted out before she could think about what she was suggesting.

Adrien stared at her.

Heat exploded across her face as she realised what she’d just said. ‘I mean – not WITH ME! I mean YES with me! WITH MY SLEEPING BAG! I MEAN – IN MY SLEEPING BAG! You can share! My sleeping bag! With me! Do you want to share my sleeping bag with me!’

‘Um….’

Oh god, kill her now. Where was Chat when she needed him? She had half a mind to call him up and get him to Cataclysm her in the chest, even if it meant making him fly halfway across the world. She buried her face in her hands.

#mlbigbang #ml fic #mlb fandom #mlb fanfic #miraculous fanworks #miraculous fanfic #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #ml fan fic #ml fanfic #ml big bang 2023

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burninglovefm · 10 months ago

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i’m 30+, residing in the awst tmz. i go by they/them

everything here is multi-ship and multi-verse friendly.

i usually play OCs though i may bring in a few canons once in a while.

i very much prefer to make up muses as I go along according to a wanted plot or a starter I see in the tags, but I’ll try to make a very brief muse rundown page eventually.

i’m a pretty chill person. so as long as you abide by basic rping etiquette, i don’t really mind anything else. ( as it all just boils down to not being a jerk and ruining everyone’s good times )

i do have some banned fcs though : justin bieber, camilla cabello, sydney sweeney, ester exposito, timothee chamelet, amber heard, dua lipa, alissa violet, matthew davis, florence pugh, ed westwick, dove cameron, benedict cumberbatch, dylan o'brien, dom sherwood, kat mcnamara, holland roden, lily collins, hayley atwell, adelaide kane ( can be negotiated depending on plot/mun ), charlie hunnam, tom hardy, synnove karlsen, nina dobrev, zoey deutch, dakota johnson, dove cameron, the cast of Elite, sabrina carpenter, madison beer, emilia clarke

If this all looks familiar, I'm the mun behind @burninglovefm-archived and i've been forced to make a brand new blog as tumblr has shadowbanned my blog, another new blog and deactived another writing blog of mine.

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funky--lesbian · 2 years ago

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Super Nova (Chapter 4)

Larissa Weems x OC

A.N. Hello all! Here's my last repost for this work! hopefully ill have a new chapter out for yall this time tomorrow now that I've got my shit together. again a HUGE shoutout to @bri-sonat for the amazing editing they've done along with everyone else in the Council for convincing me to actually attempt to write again. hope you enjoy!

You sat on the edge of your bed, firelight dancing around the room as you gazed down at your new professor.

After watching the poor woman collapse into herself outside, you had carried her inside to your chambers, removing her jacket, gloves, and shoes before placing her down on your bed. Despite the fact that the woman was very clearly asleep, anytime you attempted to pull your hand away, you were met with resistance, Adelaide's grip tightening around your fingers, so you stayed there on the edge of the bed.

Even now you could feel unfamiliar emotions swirling around you, mixing with your own and each time they threatened to overtake you, you fought. Though not as heart wrenching as the earlier feelings you had felt, it was clear that the woman's dreams were far from pleasant.

Lulled by the warmth of the room and the pleasant sound of the rain falling outside, your eyes started drifting closed. Just as sleep started to take you, you felt those negative feelings once again growing in your chest.

Your eyes opened at that and once again, you thought back to positive memories. Your pride after your first time successfully shapeshifting, the joy you felt graduating, and the comfort you felt returning to the school as a professor. Each memory was saturated with positive emotions to combat the other woman's negatives.

The strongest emotion appeared as you glanced down at the professor, shifting in her sleep as a frown formed on her face. Carefully you shifted on the bed, making sure not to separate your still linked hands, you gently smoothed the lines from the woman's forehead as care filled your heart, finally pushing away the last of the negativity.

A few seconds passed before a new emotion slowly appeared, confusion. You watched the woman's face as her eyes slowly fluttered open, the emotion obvious on her face even as others joined it, comfort a steady feeling even as anxiety grew to join it as her eyes met your own.

Gently, you smiled at the woman, making sure to focus on positive emotions as your thumb rubbed gentle circles on your still connected hands. You could see and feel the tension returning to the woman as she noticed the connection, quickly pulling her hand away and scooting away from you. Your hand now cold without the warmth of the professors in it.

Her eyes darted around the room, taking in her jacket draped over a chair, the fire burning in the grate, and the bed she was laying in.

Adelaide’s POV

Warmth surrounded you as light slowly seeped into your vision, your eyes fluttering open as comfort swirled around your heart. Slowly, the memories of the night came back, anxiety growing with every scene that flashed through your mind.

The first thing you see as your eyes finally open fully is the face of your new boss, gently smiling from above you, concern floating in her pale blue eyes. Emotions swirled within you, a sharp pang of panic appearing as you realized not all of them were your own. Your eyes dart down to take in her hand holding your own and you quickly jerk away, holding your hand to your chest even as your heart lurches at the loss of the warm comfort.

You quickly looked around the room you were in, still disoriented from the unfamiliar surroundings. You were in a warm ornate bedroom decorated in rich reds and creams, a fire burning in a large grate in the wall across from you. You could see your protective layers carefully draped over a chair next to the fire, no doubt drying them. The bed you were in was quite large, covered in silky creme sheets with a soft crimson throw over it.

With a sigh, you finally looked back towards the woman whose room you were no doubt encroaching in, the principal of Nevermore academy, your boss. “Headmistress, I sincerely apologize for the events of today I-” She stands up, cutting you off with a raise of her hand and you look down, cheeks burning in shame.

“Professor Florence, Adelaide, if I may?” She questions as you give a gentle nod, “there is no need to apologize, the only thing I am concerned about right now is if you are okay.” She says softly as she moves closer. You inhale sharply as you curl into yourself at her closeness.

“Yes, I'm fine.” You say with a sigh, “normally I am much more cautious about my… abilities. I must apologize for any distress that you received and I promise this is not a normal event for me.”

With a gentle sigh, Larissa straightens up. “I think it has been a very long day, if it is okay with you, I would like to continue this conversation tomorrow, however, I think it would be best for both of us to get some rest tonight.” She says as she walks over to the fire, gently grabbing your things and bringing them to you.

“Yes, ma'am,'' you say as you gently climb out of her bed. You quickly put on your layers, letting out a sigh of relief once you're fully covered again. When you look up, Larissa is waiting for you next to her now open door.

You quickly follow her through the halls of Nevermore until she suddenly stops in front of a door. “I hope you know you are not in trouble in any way, Adelaide,” she states before opening the door and allowing you into your new room. “Sweet dreams,” she says with a gentle smile before softly closing the hardwood behind her, leaving you alone to familiarize yourself with your new home.

#larissa weems x oc #principal weems #larissa weems #fanfic #gwendoline christie

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pocket-lad · 1 year ago

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CH 11- The Concept of Constantly Living in Fear

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“GO AWAY!” something screamed.

Adelaide jerked awake, kicking and flailing. The first thing she became aware of was falling. Then, landing with a soft “oof”. Her vision was a sea of red, and she was tangled in some kind of fabric.

Something large poked and shifted the fabric out of the way, and Adelaide was scared to find out what it was. Her suspicion was confirmed though when sunlight hit her face and she looked straight up into the eyes of Dr. Alan Grant.

“Good morning to you too,” he said, mildly in shock. One moment, Adelaide was fast asleep on his shoulder. The next, she was tumbling off it.

Adelaide closed her eyes, steadying herself with a deep breath. She was in Costa Rica. She was in a handkerchief. She was in a tree. She was with Alan, Lex, and Tim. She was not in Ian’s kitchen. Ian was...

Oh.

Adelaide’s heart hurt all over again at the reminder of their situation. She suddenly became deeply aware of the fact that she was in a hand, and it was one that did not belong to Ian. She might never sit in Ian’s hand again.

They stared at each other while Adelaide got her bearings, unsure what to say. Finally, feeling itchy and restless, she got to her feet and started climbing up the fabric of Alan’s shirt, wasting no time in getting out of the hand.

On instinct, Alan cupped his hand beneath her as she climbed, not sure what to do. He felt free to move with her off of his shoulder, but before he could, she just climbed back, trapping him in place.

As she hauled herself onto his shoulder, Adelaide pushed the sad thoughts down and said, “Sorry, I just...had a bad dream, is all.”

The more she woke up, the more Adelaide remembered last night. She remembered telling Alan about her life as a borrower, which made her angry. She was angry at herself for being so open with a stranger, but she was also angry at Alan for taking advantage of her vulnerable and frazzled state.

No, that wasn’t fair. She knew it wasn’t intentional, and he was probably just trying to keep her mind off Ian. Another thing on the growing list of things she owed Alan for.

“It happens...,” Alan said. This actually didn’t happen ever, but that felt like the right thing to say, and he had a much more important thing on his mind. “Adelaide, look.”

Adelaide sat down and turned to find herself face to face with a dinosaur, not ten feet in front of her. All the anger left her body as she screamed, and if Alan had not been leaning against the tree still, she would have fallen off the back side of his shoulder. As it was, she pressed herself against the tree, wishing she could melt into it.

“It’s a Veggiesaurus, guys! Veggiesaurus!” Tim said. The reminder to Lex also helped Adelaide calm down. She peeled her back off the tree just in time for Alan to stand up.

He yanked a loose branch off the tree and offered it to the dinosaur. “Come on baby!” he said.

In response, the dinosaur roared? That wasn’t the right word, but it was loud enough to make Adelaide jump and make her sensitive ears ring. Thankfully, she could still hear, if the rustling of the branch was any indication.

Alan and the dinosaur played a brief tug of war, the dinosaur trying to eat and Alan trying to bring it closer. Adeliade wasn’t sure how she felt about that, regardless of whether it was a ‘veggisaurus’. She was small and it was hungry. If the dinosaur didn’t kill her though, Alan certainly would, what with the way he refused to let go of the branch.

“You’re going to get us both thrown clean off this tree,” she said, only a hint of nerves peeking through her voice.

“Nah, look, see. Here she comes,” Alan said distractedly. He set down the branch and asked, “Do you want to pet it?”

Adelaide took a second to realize he was talking to her. Tim was already petting it and Lex looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here. Feeling pressured, she agreed. “Um, sure.”

Alan rolled his shoulder forward, sending Adelaide falling into his cupped palm. Perhaps if he was less distracted, he’d have offered for her to step onto his hand, but he was just so amazed and excited that manners were the last thing on his mind. He held Adelaide out to the dinosaur’s snout.

All of this was a blur for Adelaide, from falling into his hand to coming to a very sudden stop right next to this massive being. She hesitated.

“Go ahead, it won’t hurt you,” Alan encouraged her. She nodded in acknowledgement, but didn’t dare take her eyes off the dinosaur. Tentatively, she reached out and touched its scaly, rough skin. It was not dissimilar to the Triceratops skin from yesterday, but this dinosaur was fully alert and active. It moved around, threatening to knock Adelaide into the abyss, and she could feel it’s hot breath on her body.

“Okay, I’m good,” Adelaide said quickly. She touched it. She did it. It was neat. And now she was done.

Alan chuckled and pulled her back, still moving too fast. He held his hand up to his shoulder for her to step off. She did so, and she couldn’t believe what she just did, even if only for a moment. Adelaide still didn’t completely trust Alan, but in the heat of the moment, she let him hold her next to a real-life, unbelievably enormous dinosaur. And nothing bad happened. Ian would be proud of her.

Lex, who had been watching Adelaide that whole time, asked if she could also touch it. If Adelaide, who stood three inches tall could do it, then so could she.

“Sure,” Alan said. “Just think of it as...kind of a big cow.” He couldn’t stop smiling.

“I like cows,” she said hesitantly, trying to imagine how a brachiosaurus could be anything like a cow. Still, she reached for it, but it pulled away. Lex climbed toward it to try again, but it reared its head back and... sneezed on her.

The sneeze made Adelaide jump. She chided herself for being so jumpy this morning, but there were also plenty of things to make her jump, so it was hardly her fault. She looked pitifully at Lex. That was positively disgusting, and Adelaide was thankful she pulled away when she did.

“God bless you!” Tim yelled, making Adelaide cringe.

“You still want this?” Alan asked Adelaide, holding up his bandana.

“Oh...I’m okay. Thank you though.” She was still cold, but the sun would heat the air up soon enough. Alan tied it back around his neck.

They gathered themselves and made their way down the tree. Adelaide wished they could stay up there forever and never face the world ever again. She didn’t want to deal with whatever threats lay ahead of them in Jurassic Park, she didn’t want to deal with the fawning over their injuries when they got back, and the more time she spent away, the more she was sure Ian didn’t make it. Adelaide kept replaying the scene in her head over and over and she couldn’t see how anyone would survive that, especially without immediate medical attention. Going back meant facing this reality, but if she stayed in the tree forever, she could live in a world where Ian might be alive.

Adelaide understood that this was unrealistic. Plus, they had children to deliver back to their grandpa.

The kids argued the whole way down and well into their trek across the forest; something about computers and hacking and nerds, but Alan and Adelaide knew to stay out of it.

Alan hauled himself over a tall tree root sticking out of the ground, and Adelaide felt him tense up underneath her. He crouched in the little area between tree roots, staring at a bunch of hatched eggs. The babies were nowhere to be found.

“Oh God,” he breathed. “Do you know what this is? It’s a dinosaur egg. The dinosaurs are breeding.”

“But my grandpa said all the dinosaurs were girls,” Tim said.

Adelaide chuckled at that but didn’t say anything. Now wasn’t the time. And anyway, she was a little scared herself. Every failsafe in the park had failed. The fences went down. The dinosaurs were able to reproduce, despite all the efforts to prevent it. Ian was right. Of course he was. God, she would even tell him that to his face if she could just see him.

Either way, there were who knew how many baby dinosaurs running around now, all of them hungry and probably bigger than her. Adelaide shivered.

Alan explained how the geneticists they met earlier used frog DNA in their recreation of the dinosaurs. Some frogs, apparently, have the ability to change from male to female if necessary, and the dinosaurs probably picked up that trait.

“Women inherit the Earth,” Adelaide repeated from earlier. It was a joke, but even she couldn’t bring herself to laugh.

“Malcolm was right. Life found a way,” Alan agreed.

***

Ian awoke with a foggy mind, but he was able to pull one name from the mess.

John Hammond.

He awoke in the control room, his leg throbbing. At least he felt pain. It meant his leg wasn’t completely hopeless. The shot of morphine helped, though.

“Where’s Hammond?” Ian asked the ceiling. He heard shuffling, so somebody was definitely in the room with him- he just didn’t know who.

“Not sure. Said he needed to ‘think’. I’m sure he’ll be back soon,” came the voice of the chief engineer, Ray Arnold. He was smoking a cigarette.

As if on cue, Hammond entered on the far side of the room alongside Ellie. Ellie went to check on Ian’s leg, but Hammond stayed back by the computers. Before anyone could say anything, Ian zeroed in on him.

“John.”

“Yes, Dr. Malcolm,” Hammond said.

“You better have good news, or so help me-”

Hammond interrupted. “Unfortunately, no. Your friend is still out there with Dr. Grant and the kids. But I have complete faith in Grant to get them back safely. As for us-”

Ian interrupted this time. If his leg wasn’t so badly injured, he would have already marched over there and punched Hammond square in the jaw. “No, no, no. You- you misunderstand me. If they do not come back alive – every single one of them – if they do not come back alive, it will be your head on a stick. I do not mean this figuratively or- or, uh, jokingly. I will end you, Hammond.”

“Let’s calm down,” Hammond tried, but Ian wasn’t done.

“She’s three inches tall, John!”

“And who brought her here?” Hammond shot back.

“Me. I did,” Ian said, shoving down the guilt. “But you brought all of us here. From the beginning, I told you this- this park was doomed, and uh, you didn’t listen! You didn’t listen and now we’re going to die. And for- for what? For science? For innovation? No, no, it’s, uh, it’s more than that, it’s greed. In the end, we all perish to greed.”

“I will not hear any more of this,” Hammond said. “If not for Nedry-”

“I don’t care about Nedry, or- or whoever. This is on you, John. You better hope she comes back alive, for your sake,” Ian finished. Sitting up and arguing like that took a lot out of him. He flopped back down, staring at the ceiling again and worrying about Adelaide. It was his fault. They never should have come to this island. They didn’t need him to tell them how catastrophically this island would fail- it was happening to them in real time, and he and Adelaide could have been back in Texas, watching them tell the story of ‘Jurassic Park’ on the news. Instead, they were forced to live it.

Ian closed his eyes while everyone else continued to argue. Waiting was going to be incredibly difficult.

***

Eventually, the group found themselves in a clearing.

“Should we be out in the open?” Adelaide asked. She didn’t want Alan to think she was questioning his judgement, but open spaces in general made her nervous. “We’re just sitting ducks. Anything and everything can probably see us right now.”

“The visitor center’s just a mile over that rise there. This is the quickest way,” Alan explained. Adelaide was restless, and Alan could feel how nervous she was. “We’ll be back in no time... And sit still.” He let out a deep sigh and resisted the urge to scratch at his neck for the billionth time when Adelaide shifted.

Now that Adelaide thought about it, they’d been walking for a long time, but of course, she didn’t do any of the walking herself. She had to remember to take it easy on the Beans, who weren’t used to this much exercise and the concept of constantly living in fear. It was exhausting, so she couldn’t blame them.

Once again, Adelaide heard them before she saw them. And before she heard them, she felt them. Whatever it was, there was more than one, and they were approaching fast.

“Alan...” she trailed off.

The dinosaurs came into view. At least, Adelaide assumed they were dinosaurs. That’s all they had on this island, right? They were unlike any of the ones Adelaide had seen previously. They stood a couple feet taller than Beans, but most of that was in their neck. They were tan-ish in color and ran (very quickly, for that matter) on their hind legs. If Adelaide remembered correctly, she’d say that they looked a little like ostriches.

Alan asked Tim for their name.

“Uh....Gallimimus!” Tim said excitedly.

Alan instinctively stepped closer. “Look at the wheeling. Uniform direction changes. Just like a flock of birds evading a predator.”

The Gallimimus changed direction, and that direction just happened to be towards them.

“They’re uh...they’re flocking this way,” Tim said, backing up.

When Alan still didn’t move, Adelaide hit his neck repeatedly. “We should go! Like....right now!” she said worriedly.

At the last possible second, Alan took off running. Adelaide should have gotten in his pocket when she had the chance, but it was too late. Both of Alan’s hands were occupied, each one holding on to one of the kids, so that left Adelaide to her own defenses. All she could do was hold on and pray.

She watched as, on either side of her, the dinosaurs overcame the group. She couldn’t help but notice the piercing shriek they emitted and the razor-sharp claws that dug into the ground. Luckily, a big log lay on the ground up ahead for them to take refuge behind.

Alan leapt over top of it, and Adelaide lost her grip. She flew through the air, limbs flailing, trying to find anything to grab on to. This was it. There had been many chances for her to die over the past day, so she didn’t expect it to end like this, but here she was.

Though Adelaide felt like she fell forever, it was only a couple seconds before both of Alan’s hands closed around her. The landing forced all the air out of her lungs and sent a wave of pain up her back. Ouch.

Adelaide wasn’t sure where she was in space, but she felt cramped, so she pushed in the direction that felt like ‘up’. How she kept ending up in Alan’s hands was a mystery, but she didn’t like it. His were slightly smaller and much rougher than Ian’s, making any time she spent in them uncomfortable at best. He didn’t know what he was doing, which often left Adelaide feeling uneasy and unsure as to what he might do next.

Alan’s hands opened slightly, but they still didn’t let her out. She kept shoving until he left a gap between his fingers big enough for her to see out of. She saw the Gallimimus running by and off into the distance.

Her vision was obscured again when Alan made his way around the log. She felt like she was on a rollercoaster without seatbelts with how much she was shaken around as he moved, and she couldn’t get a grasp on anything. When the hands came to a stop, the top one lifted off her.

Adelaide squinted in the sudden bright light and she lifted a hand to block it out.

“You alright?” Alan asked, staring straight down at her.

“M’fine,” she mumbled. To prove so, she forced herself to stand up. “Just...slow down...please.”

“Sorry,” Alan said, but his attention was back up to the flocking dinosaurs.

A familiar rumble shook Adelaide’s bones, and she froze. There was no way it could be what she thought it was. The clearing was empty beside the Gallimimus, who had finished passing them. It was almost peaceful. Then, out of nowhere, her suspicions were confirmed when the Tyrannosaur exploded out of the forest, knocking over a fully grown tree and chomping down on one of the Gallimimus.

Adelaide covered her mouth in shock. She watched from Alan’s hand as it shook the smaller dinosaur like a rabid dog, then took a massive chunk out of its middle. Guts hung from the T-Rex’s mouth.

“Just look how it eats. I bet you'll never look at birds the same way again,” Alan said in amazement.

Lex begged them to leave, and though Adelaide wouldn’t say it, she agreed. She didn’t want to be anywhere near this thing.

“Okay,” Alan conceded. “Keep low and follow me.” If Adelaide didn’t know any better, she’d say he seemed almost...sad about having to leave. Maybe this man wasn’t entirely sane, but right now, he was all she had. He held his hand up to his shoulder for her to step off, and she obliged.

Not much longer, the group came upon a tall, electrified fence. Alan grabbed a decent sized stick (decent meaning more than a couple Adelaides long) and cautiously approached the fence. Testing to see if it was still electrified, he threw the stick at the fence, and nothing happened.

“I guess that means the power's off,” Alan said as he stepped closer. “Hold on,” he whispered to Adelaide. He held his hand up to his shoulder again, indicating that he wanted her to step on. She stared at the side of his face, unable to read his expression, then hesitantly did as he asked. He set her down on the concrete base of the fence and stood back up.

This was an angle Adelaide hoped never to find herself at. Alan looked impossibly tall. She had to stare directly up if she wanted to see the Bean’s face, and even then, it was so far away that it was hard to make out. Not to mention, his boots alone towered over her. They were clunky and heavy, and one misstep could leave her dead. If it was hard for her to see the Bean, then it was definitely hard for the Bean to see her.

Adelaide nervously backed up a couple feet to give him room. She didn’t like being confused. Alan reached out to the fence with both hands, and when his fingers enclosed the wires, he yelled and shook violently.

Adelaide jumped and fell backwards, trying to get away from the spasming, screaming Bean. If he fell on her, she was dead. And because he was screaming, the kids screamed too, which resulted in a sound much too loud for Adelaide’s still-damaged ears, even as she plugged them.

Just as quickly as he started shaking though, Alan stopped. He turned to smirk at the other three, and they all realized he was messing around with them. Tim thought it was hilarious, but Adelaide and Lex thought otherwise.

Moving on as if nothing happened, Alan tried to stretch the wires of the fence to see if they could fit through, but they didn’t budge. He looked down at Adelaide, making her hammering heart stop and her body freeze.

Adelaide thought she hated it when Beans looked down at her normally. On the ground like this, it was one thousand times worse. She felt like a bug. She felt like Alan looked at her the way he looked at a bug he was about to stomp on.

It didn’t skip Alan’s attention how nervous Adelaide continued to be around him- it was hard to miss the way she froze every time they made eye contact, but he felt it would be rude to point it out. She knew how she felt. There was no point rubbing it in.

“I mean you can just...” he said, gesturing to the bottom of the fence. Adelaide could easily pass through one of the squares of empty space.

“Right,” she breathed, coming back to reality and rubbing her sweaty palms on her dirty pants.

In the distance, a T-Rex roared. They all stopped to look, then rushed to climb the fence before it realized where they were. Adelaide stepped through to the other side and waited impatiently. She kept looking in the distance, waiting for the dinosaur to pop out of the forest and devour them, just like it did when it killed that Gallimimus.

That moment never came. Alan and Lex made it to the ground on the other side and Alan offered his hand to Adelaide. She honestly enjoyed getting to use her legs a little, and she never knew how much she appreciated solid ground until now, but with a Tyrannosaur on their scent and little critters lurking around, Adelaide didn’t want to take her chances.

Alan had just gathered her up when an alarm sounded. This startled Tim, causing him to lose his grip, but he caught himself just in time. Adelaide didn’t understand what the alarm was for and looked up at Alan to gauge his reaction. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good. He and Lex yelled for Tim to hurry.

“You’re gonna have to jump!” Alan said. He glanced down at Adelaide and hated himself for the decision he was about to make. Ian made this exact same decision, and it devastated Adelaide. Ian had shoved Adelaide into Alan’s hands and ran off to get himself killed, leaving her alone. There was no way for Adelaide to know that Alan wouldn’t also run off on her, but he needed to catch Tim, so he shoved Adelaide into Lex’s hands, refusing to look down at her.

“Hold on to Adelaide, okay?”

Adelaide recognized what was happening and began to fight, yelling at Alan to stop. She tried to grab on to anything she could, but she inevitably felt herself pushed into smaller, smoother hands. Alan wouldn’t even look at her. Tears welled in her eyes. Not again . Alan was going to leave her, just like Ian, and she did not have the strength to go through this again.

Lex wasn’t sure what to do. Her attention was split between her brother and the three-inch-tall person that was just placed in her hands.

Adelaide would not let herself sit in the hands of a child. It was too dangerous, and she was too scared. She looked up to see the underside of Lex’s chin. She had to regain control of the situation.

“Lex, look at me. Hey! Look at me!” Adelaide called. When she had Lex’s (partial) attention, she continued, powering through the immediate fear at being held under a child’s gaze. “Put me down.”

“But Dr. Grant said-”

“I don’t care what Dr. Grant said. Put me down! Now!” Adelaide demanded. If she wasn’t firm, Lex wouldn’t take her seriously.

In a lucky turn of events, Lex listened to her. She hastily released Adelaide onto the dirt, and Adelaide promptly ran the other direction to put some distance between herself and the giant, stomping feet. As she expected, with her out of Lex’s hands, the girl’s full attention was turned back toward her brother. Adelaide finally realized that if Tim didn’t let go, he was about to get fried by the fence.

“I'm coming up to get you!” Alan announced, but Tim agreed to jump. He would count to three. “One....Two....” Before the kid could get to three though, the fence turned on, sending him flying. There was a loud zap and Adelaide could smell burning flesh. Oh no...

Alan caught Tim and fell to the ground. He announced that Tim wasn’t breathing, and Lex screamed for her brother. She paced around, not watching where she was stepping. Adelaide ran as close as she dared, but a plant blocked most of her view. She couldn’t get any closer without distracting Alan or putting herself in danger, so she mirrored Lex, pacing until something else happened. She just felt so small and useless.

After a painful amount of time, Tim coughed. He sat up, getting everyone’s attention. Tim was alive. They all let out a collective sigh of relief. It wasn’t that Adelaide had an attachment to him, but it wasn’t like she wanted him to die. He was just a kid.

“Three,” Tim said, finishing his countdown.

They all laughed, just happy that he was alive. After a moment of rest, Alan insisted that they keep going. They weren’t far from the Visitor Center now. He looked up at Lex to collect Adelaide from her, but when he didn’t see Adelaide, he shot to his feet.

“Where’s Adelaide?” he asked Lex harshly.

“She asked me to set her down and-” Lex said, eyes scanning the ground for their small friend.

Adeliade stumbled when Alan stood up. She wanted to call out to him, but her voice got stuck in her throat. He stomped around looking for her, and each step shook the ground, soaring way over her head. At such a fast speed and steep angle, it made Adelaide’s heart flutter.

“Adelaide!” he called.

“Right here!” she managed, but it was too quiet. He didn’t hear her in his panic, making her feel incredibly small.

“Lex, I told you to hold on to her!” Alan said angrily, talking over Adelaide’s small voice. It wasn’t like she could have gone far. Where was she? It was a grim thought, but he examined the bottom of his boots, just in case.

“Alan!” Adelaide called again, louder this time. She ran out from the plant she was standing next to, fighting every instinct and forcing herself out into the open. “Alan! I’m right here!”

Finally, Alan looked down at his feet. Adelaide stood only a foot away from him, wearing a smug look to hide the nerves, as if she enjoyed watching him fret. He sighed, relieved, then kneeled down to get a better look at her. Once he was closer, he was able to see through the disguise.

“Don’t scare me like that,” he said.

“Don’t scare me like that!” Adelaide shot back. “Make me think you were getting barbecued then shove me in the hands of a child!” She stepped back again when he kneeled, uncomfortable with how close he hovered in such a short amount of time. Combined with his anger and her defiance, it made Adelaide question his intentions a little. At least he didn’t step on her.

“I’m not a child,” Lex grumbled quietly in the background.

“Well, don’t get too excited. One of us is gonna have to carry Tim back, and I don’t think it’ll be you or Lex. You’re gonna have to ride with her,” Alan said.

Adelaide slowly looked over her right shoulder, straight into the eyes of the child that would soon have complete control over her life. She gulped.

#jurassic park #ian malcolm #g/t #giant/tiny #jurassic park g/t #gt #size difference #alan grant

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adelaidedrubman · 2 years ago

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wednesday once again.

i was tagged by my ever beloveds @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @fourlittleseedlings @henbased @unholymilf @florbelles @corvosattano to share something for wip day, thank you!! passing tags along to @poetikat @roofgeese @ishwaris @confidentandgood @a-far-cry-from-my-main @locustandwildhoney @shallow-gravy @purplehairsecretlair @derelictheretic @jackiesarch @newknife @blissfulalchemist and anyone else i am missing because my brain is fucking fried today<3

wildfire chapter 17 my detested. warnings for implied ongoing bliss intoxication and. well. idk. jestiny.

The first thing Jestiny noticed upon waking was that the smell of bliss no longer made her nauseous.

It was certainly there, honeysuckle hanging thick and potent. But it didn’t cause her stomach to twist, her head to dizzy.

Nor did it make her limbs feel unbearably heavied the way they had, as if weighed down by the syrup of its perfume soaking the air. In fact, she felt as if she were made lighter by the breeze carrying it. So that she was able to easily lift herself, to peel away the skin of her shoulder blades from the rocky surface they had baked into to rise without complaint or care for the way dead layers of flesh clung to the ground with futile resistance.

That was the old her, anyways, staying stuck dead to the hot surface of rock, she thought, jagged lines tearing themselves into her back to leave it raw and bleeding.

The new her was someone who —

Well. Someone who still didn’t know where the fuck they were, she admitted to herself, glancing along the sprawling hills before her as she tried to map something resembling a route back to the Jail.

She took a deep breath, setting out on her path with confidence before she’d even plotted it.

A certain cellophane gloss seemed to have settled over the world, down to the edges of every last blade of grass she passed. A morning dew that coated each inch of her surroundings despite the fact the deep oranges of the sun had sank well into the telltale signs of afternoon.

She twisted her neck abruptly, jerking back with sudden paranoia to look over her shoulder — the scraped skin of her back stinging as she did. She paused, laughing to find only the looming presence of Joseph’s statue behind her.

She waved a lazy hand over her shoulder as she looked forward, snapping a finger gun at the seemingly indestructible idol of Joseph Seed towering over her. “I’ll deal with you later.”

Maybe she should come back with Adelaide’s helicopter. The thought didn’t seem so scary, anymore.

Until then, Tracey would just have to understand that she tried.

#normal girl moment x17 #wip

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outpost51 · 2 years ago

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Tiny Scene Sunday

Yes it’s them again.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Stranger

Knock knock.

Something was in our house.

Well, not in, exactly, but lurking outside the sliding door was just as worthy of the pistol in my hand, as far as I was concerned. If it was Ukthyther being his usual mysterious self, he’d just have to get over it. Again.

He’d come upon me a few days prior as I emerged from the shower — Adelaide was down below doing as she pleased, and as such, I’d decided to forego the towel around my waist in lieu of using it to wring the water from my hair. The gun had been on the nightstand at the time and, as one does when startled by a salt-soaked wingless moth, I pulled the trigger. He tried to turn and dive out of the way, but he wasn’t quite fast enough.

Perhaps someone outside the situation would think me dishonorable for shooting a man in the back, but Ukthyther was no man, and I shot him in the ass. He nonchalantly plucked the bullet from its borehole, then had the gall to give me a half-offended look, as if I was the one who’d snuck up on him in his god-given glory and not a scrap of fabric more.

The hole had closed up in an instant without leaving so much as a divot or salvaging what was left of my dignity.

So frankly, I didn’t much care if he wound up with another one. Or three.

Maybe I’d empty the cylinder — Adelaide may not have been afraid during the day, but it was the middle of the night, in the middle of a storm, and she was sleeping soundly beside me. Defenseless. It was crossing a line.

The hulking shadow beyond the glass either had no eyes, or it was turned away, but one thing was certain: whatever monstrous thing was out there, it wasn’t one of the monsters I’d learned to live with. Quietly, though the howling wind likely would have drowned out the sound anyway, I slid open the door with my free hand, keeping my sights trained on the intruder. I shut the door behind me — if my target managed to take me out, I at least wanted Adelaide to have some warning so she might yet escape the same fate.

“Cute toy,” the thing whispered into my mind. I stilled. Between the rolling thunder and roaring swells battering against the rocks, I could barely hear myself think, yet it somehow drowned it all out as if it was standing right behind me. “How far you think you’ll get, Keeper?”

There wasn’t much point yelling. Or answering at all, for that matter, but I suddenly found myself unable to move my fingers. “Until?” I asked.

As it turned, I realized the shadow wrapped around it wasn’t part of its own mass, but an oilskin coat whipping to and fro with the wind. It looked upon me with a shark’s beady eyes and parted its wide mouth in a thousand-toothed grin. “You figure out that pea-shooter don’t do nothin’ out here.” It jerked its head — was it just a shark in a coat? I could kill a shark in a coat, most likely — towards the railing beside it.

My finger twitched. Whatever had been holding me had let go, but I still didn’t advance; that was the point of keeping the gun, after all, to defend myself without getting within grabbing range. When it lifted a hand to beckon me closer, I dug my heels in at the sight of it — it could grab my head and still touch its three fat, scarred fingers to its callused thumb.

“I’m not a patient man, Keeper.”

“You’re not a man at all,” I blurted out.

It — he, I supposed, even if Adelaide wasn’t there to correct me — laughed at that, drowning out the storm. “You’re more fun than the last one.”

Again, without thinking, I asked a question I didn’t want answered: “What happened to the last one?”

He turned fully then, reclining against the railing on his elbows, and flashed those rows and rows of teeth.

That was answer enough.

#my fic #shorts and oneshots tag #lighthouse in the fog

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eruanna1875 · 1 year ago

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Now I really want to know everything you assumed from the out-of-context songs.

Sorry this took so long to answer! I had to really sit down and think about this one, because of how ingrained the reality is now. (Fair warning - the non-reality was pretty ridiculous).

Generally, I assumed two things: A) that the tracks were in chronological order, and B) that the actual songs were all sung by characters in the episodes. So you see where I would easily go wrong.

Oh, and I also remember looking over all the titles beforehand, and getting my own expectations of what they would sound like, which only added to my confusion.

Now, on to the list! Which is a little long, so be ye forewarned!

Prelude - I believe I assumed that all preludes have snippets of the main themes of the album (when in fact it was just one song).

Into the Unknown - okay, I'm sure I wasn't expecting the other one, but it probably coloured my expectations in some way. I was a little concerned by "the loveliest lies of all". May have thought the singer was some stranger the boys met on their journey, possibly telling them stuff in a vague, riddling way, but possibly not entirely trustworthy.

You Have Beautiful Eyes - "the main boy is met with some old hag, possibly a witch, and he's trying to hurry and compliment her to get her off his back as quickly as possible, but he's being awkward and bad at it"

Pottsfield C.M. - "probably some pseudo-Christian cult, which is annoying and cliché if true"

Patient Is The Night - "some guy they meet in a cornfield who's singing about his girlfriend"

Adelaide Parade - "it's early in the show, and they're heading off to meet the bird, because the bird is Adelaide"

Money For School - "they want to go to some school, so this is a montage of them trying to earn money to attend (annoying plot, why do you want to go to school in the middle of a fantastic adventure)"

Miss Langtree's Lament - "annoying teacher who can't stop going on and on about some jerk (extremely tedious song)"

Potatoes and Molasses - "the younger boy being creative and disorderly to go against the no-fun rule of the school (the guy at the end is the headmaster)"

Off to Bed - "they've been punished for their funloving nature and now are being sent off to bed (except it's major key for some reason?)"

The Beast Is Out There - I think I did envision a tavern, to be honest, but I may have pictured the singer as younger and shorter (also, one of the ones I downloaded for the heck of it!)

The Highwayman - "some mysterious man they met on the road after they left the tavern reveals he was secretly a thief (though I expected an instrumental?)"

A Courting Song - "this is Endicott, who's being a pushy annoying nobleman in his mansion, trying to suck the main boy into an unwanted Pride and Prejudice type plot with a random girl"

Endicott Manor - "this is just continuing from the previous song in the same plot (evidence for the guy being Endicott)"

The Journey Begins - "how is this the beginning of a journey, this is not setting-forth music"

Half-Moon River - "were they setting out on a creepy river at night? is that the journey?"

McLaughlin Bros. Jug Band - "they're going undercover as a jug band for some reason in a new plot"

Over the Garden Wall - "wait, is this the theme song? why is it way in the middle?"

Send Me A Peach - "some sweet little Antebellum-style couple they run into in a town (the Southern emphasis is appreciated)"

Adelaide's Trap - "Adelaide the Bird is in a trap, and the boys have to sneak in and free her, but there's a fight with the villain who trapped her near the end"

Like Ships - "oh this is probably at the end of some plotline with the girl he likes and they're confessing their love (also Elijah Wood is singing, that's sweet)"

More Bones To Sort - "some kind of weird little underworld with a random goblin or skeleton merchant selling bones"

Old North Wind - "some guy singing about the wind (not a character) on a cold night, very frontier-cabin-at-night vibes"

Forward, Oneiroi - "okay, now there's opera, this is a confusing show"

The Fight Is Over - "apparent reversal, someone is trying to get them to give up (weird random country rock song)"

Tiny Star - "this annoying little comet who falls in love with the main boy while they're visiting some star kingdom (bewildering, very much spoiling the vibe)"

Old Black Train - "much too jaunty for that title, they're probably trying to avoid getting on this train and this guy is being helpful but also a little creepy"

The Old Mill - "they come across this place when they're wandering and it's very creepy, probably haunted or has some dark thing going on (most creepy track so far)"

Come Wayward Souls - I am trying so hard to remember what I thought about this one, I may have been trying to figure out if this was a good guy or a bad guy (like, is this a villain, or is it just a song in a hopeless situation?)

Potatus Et Molassus - look, I remember not having the slightest clue what was going on in this, but knowing that it held a lot of weight anyway, and getting chills even without context

One Is A Bird - "oh wait, maybe this is Adelaide the Bird, Shirley Jones gets to play one of the more central characters, cool"

Black Train/End Credits - "and THERE'S the vibe I expect from a black train song, thank you"

The Clouded Annals of History - "they went to a mysterious library and are looking for a book to give them clues about something"

Can't You See I'm Lonely - trying to remember what I thought about this guy (might've assumed he was the same guy who sang the peach song earlier, waiting for his girl to come back)

Shine On, Harvest Moon - "oh, I know this one! (much slower than I'm used to, though)"

Everything Is Nice And Fine - "a couple of suspiciously-perky twins in fun Munchkin land, which has this dark secret they're trying to cover up (but do I want to believe they're actually good?)"

Halloween Halftime - could not stand it, only just added it to my liked songs recently (it just seemed so random and boring!)

Two Old Cat - "they meet an old talking-cat couple living in a house and have tea with them"

The Jolly Woodsman - "oh he seems like a nice guy, some jolly old burly Paul Bunyan type, lamenting that youth is a fragile thing in his song (no connection of dots with the voice)"

Tome of the Unknown - "they made an accompanying-documentation-of-the-main-characters'-doings book, like Journal 3, and this was in the commercial for it"

~*~

SO YEAH

I tried to remember as much as I could, but it's been a long time since I first listened through. And again, a lot of the songs I have listed here as annoying are actually really fun now that I have the context! It's just really hilarious to look back on all my misconceptions.

#over the garden wall #music #funny stuff #thanks for the ask!

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