#I WONDER FUCKING WHY QUIL

[bookwyrminspiration]

sometimes I wonder why so many of my mutuals are autistic too and then I remember this is fandom. it’s our natural habitat we’re primed for this place

[prettypinkporkchop]

I need a Paul x nerd reader in my life I think there dynamic would be so cute

I fucking love the jock x nerd trope (i know Paul's not a jock but close enough)

How it began:

You're peacefully reading your book at the public library behind a shelf. You hear two loud guys behind you out of the book aisle. You think to yourself how you're thankful for graduating school! You close the book and step out toward the checkout to buy it. You're stopped dead in your tracks.

Paul Lahote and his friend, Embry Call. Embry is being quiet and looking around for something. You gasp and hide behind the shelf. Paul Lahote. He bullied you for the longest time. When he left high school to join Sam's cult, you were already graduating. He's a year younger than you, but he was mister popular. You were just a book worm with straight A's. You've never even been in a relationship.

Embry has always been respectful. You've always questioned why he associates with him. But getting that quick view of their new hair made you extra nervous. You know Embry won't acknowledge you. Paul might even though you guys are grown now. You don't know! He's always unpredictable and hotheaded.

You take a deep breath and lower your head, quickly making your way to the check out desk. Before you reach it, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You swiftly turn and meet Paul. He's smiling his taunting smile, but it quickly fades. He seems lost in thought. Embry is standing next to him and grabs his arm. "Paul." He whispers. Paul snaps out of it and then looks down. "Hey, y/n. Good to see you." Then he walks away.

You can't help but wonder what the fuck that was about. Embry turns to you with a look of "yikes". "Sorry about that, y/n. Uhm, good to see you! Gotta blast." He gives you the peace out sign and walks away. Oh, Embry. What a dork! Oh, wait...

Now:

"Babe! Come play with us!" Paul calls out. He's holding the soccer ball in his hand. You look up from your book and push up your glasses. You can see some of the guys in the water. The other imprints decided to go shopping. It wasn't really your thing, so you stayed with Paul.

"No, sweetie. You know I'm no good at that stuff." You laugh. He groans and tosses the ball to Jared. They start playing again. But Paul stops and runs over to you, playing on your back, tackling you, and holding you down. You laugh loudly as he begins to tickle you. You toss the book and completely lose your place. "Paul!" You yell and then reach for the book. "It's got sand in it, and you made me lose my place." You sigh. He grabs your face and kisses you hard. You kiss back and hold his face, too, rubbing your thumbs on his cheek.

"Think fast!" You hear Quil running to you two. You pull away and see the ball coming right toward you. Paul reacts quickly, catching it with one hand. "Bro, really?" He glares at him.

You guys get home, and Paul is watching football on TV. You're sitting on your phone, looking at Pinterest crafting ideas. Easy ones that'll keep you out of bordemn in your free time. "YOO!" He yells and laughs. He points at the screen and looks at you. "Did you see that horrible defense?! Hell no." He turns back and laughs. You just smile and nod your head, not understanding a thing he said. He turns back to you and grabs your thigh. "Right, my nerd." He leans in and peppers kisses all over your face. You lay back and pull him on top of you. He holds himself up, looking down at you. "When you are focusing on reading or anything else, really, you're so cute. When you tutor Brady and Collin for math, I love it." He smiles. You blush and wrap your arms around his neck. "Thank you, sexy." You giggle and pull him down for a kiss. His lips land on yours for a moment, and he pulls away, looking down at you. "Do you want to play video games together? How about Madden? It's not real football. I'm sure you'll like it!" He sits up and turns on his Playstation. You suck in a breath. "Last time you made me play a sports game, I nearly fell asleep." You giggle. He laughs and then goes through his downloads. He skips animal crossing SOOOO fast. "Hey!" You call out. "Nope. Nope. I'll settle for Minecraft, but that's all you get." He shakes his head. "How about we meet in the middle? GTA?" You grab the other controller that's on the coffee table. He smirks and turns to you. "I pick the music when we steal a bus."

[gracefulsunflower]

ANGEL - SETH CLEARWATER X READER

PREVOUS Prologue

I

THIRD PERSON'S POV

Seth sat with the pack and the imprints after telling them about you — The little he knew anyways. He was still hung up on the fact that you would only be here for two months.

"Why don't you, I don't know, show up in the same places she is?" Embry suggested, throwing a baseball to Quil as they sat down, albeit carefully — Sam would kill them if they broke something.

Emily wouldn’t mind, but since she bought half of the stuff in the house Sam would break their fingers if they scratched even one thing.

"He's not a mind reader, Embry, God," Leah snarked, throwing an arm around her not so little brother's shoulders, pulling him slightly closer to her.

She smelled like home, so he nestled in a little closer, needing the comfort.

"But the little Cullen is, maybe Jake can ask them for some help," Embry shot back, and Seth looked elated, but then his face dropped.

"But I don't want her to think I'm a stalker or anything," Seth murmured defeatedly, and it was back to the drawing board.

The room went silent, Seth dragging the slightly good mood down with him.

"Adopt a dog," Quil suggested, and everyone looked at him.

"You said she has a dog — If you get one then you can take it for walks when she takes hers for walks. That's not that stalkerish. You have an excuse to be in the same place at the same time," Quil elaborated as he fumbled an extra hard throw from Embry, and Seth grinned so bright that it made everyone else crack a small smile.

"Quil, you're a genius! Now all I need to do is find a dog." Seth replied, his mind running wild as he pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts, wondering who to message.

Adopting dogs from the local shelter was really expensive, and he was saving for a new dirt bike. He only had $200 to go, and he really didn’t want to waste money on a new dog. Not when he could nearly taste the dirt bike.

"Rez dogs are having puppies all of the time man, but if you're that keen Miss Postoak is trying to get rid of her bitch since she can't afford her right now, she’s only a companion dog and the others are working dogs," Jared supplied before taking another bite of his blueberry muffin, courtesy of Emily, and Seth felt victorious as he clicked onto his Mom’s contact and called her, asking if he could get a dog for his birthday.

"You're picking up its’ crap, buying its’ dog food and leashes, and it is getting neutered, we have enough strays on the reservation as is, young man — and I'll help you set up the yard for it when you get it," She replied, then said 'love you' and hung up the phone.

Seth whooped, then calmed back down, looking around the room at his expectant friends.

"What the fuck do I need for a dog?"

Leah pinched her brother’s ear for his foul language, making everyone laugh.

•••

Thankfully, Old Quil owned many a dog in his lifetime, used for hunting, mainly, but most of them were now companions in their old age, the man hesitant to get another in case it outlived him. Young Quil helped Seth buy the needed supplies like leashes, a crate for inside, dishes for the food, a dog bed, and a vet appointment was set for Monday so the bitch that Seth adopted — named Missy, a Rottweiler Shar Pei cross (Rott Pei, Quil had helpfully given him the proper name for the breed of the mutt) could be checked up, seeing as she was due for one.

Seth and Quil now at the store, buying some dog food. The smell was still overwhelming, and mixed in with how all of the other store goers smelled it was nearly unbearable. He could even still smell the products they mopped the floors with. He put the last thing in the cart when he heard a familiar voice. You.

"Quil, shit man, that's her!" Seth whispered excitedly, then listened as you made your way through the aisles, talking about dog food for Cujo.

Quil watched his younger pack mate bounce on his heels as you approached, and tried not to laugh at how excited Seth was getting. The boy turned to face you as soon as you turned the corner, dragging your dad by his hand, a basket in your other hand.

"Oh! It's little Seth!" Alexander pointed out, making you look away from the tins of dog food on the shelf, and give him a friendly grin, dropping your dad’s hand in the process.

"Hello, hello," You greeted, and nodded towards his full trolley, "Stocking up for a vacation?"

Seth turned back at the groups of haphazardly stacked dry kibble bags and wet food cans, and numerous treat packets. Maybe he was going a tiny bit overboard.

"Uh, no," Seth admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with a chuckle, "I'm getting my first dog and I think I got overexcited."

"Oh! Such a spoiled little puppy that will be! Maybe you and miss (Y/N) could take your dogs for walks sometimes! I think she gets sick of her old man slowing her down," Alexander offered, and nudged (Y/N)'s shoulder, "If you need help with the dog too, (Y/N) could teach you a few tricks. Should help her keep herself busy for the next two months."

Seth tried not to smile too hard as he agreed, but noticed that you looked less than pleased, but give him a tight lipped smile nonetheless.

"Dad, grab two dry bags of dog food," You commanded, and your father did your bidding as you somewhat aggressively threw some dog food cans into a basket, managing to dent one of them.

Your father suddenly looked less than pleased with your behaviour as you threw the last can and turned on your heel, shoulder checking him as you walked past him. Alexander looked back at the pair of boys and gave them a tight lipped smile and a small wave before leaving behind his daughter.

Seth cocked his head to the side, trying to drown out the rest of the store goers to listen to you. Quil immediately did the same.

“What in the Gods was that? Ridiculous behaviour for what?” Your father said gruffly, but not unkindly.

"Dadda, I don't want to go for walks with him!" Was the first thing Seth heard you say, which made his heart drop, but he kept on listening anyway.

"Nonsense, he seems nice! A friend wouldn't hurt," Your father tried to reason with you, but you huffed.

"If a friend wouldn't hurt we'd actually live in one place and not move around like nomads." You then let out a soft 'fuck!', most likely stubbing your toe on the stupid boxes near the mouth of aisle 2.

"Well, I'm sure this place is the place. Trust me, tiny child. If it isn't, I'll buy you your dream Dodge Challenger for a late birthday gift." Your father reasoned.

"Don't bullshit me," You snapped back, sounding like you were nearer to the doors.

"I'm not! Matte black Dodge Challenger with red under glow for your birthday, or we live here, I swear it on Cujo's life." Your father pleaded, and you sighed.

"Fine. I'll see if one of the workers knows how to get into contact with him. I'll try to find him on MySpace or Twitter or something." You relented, then the doors opened to the front of the store, and your scent was gone.

Your Father cheered and Quil put Seth into a headlock playfully, messing up his hair, making Seth laugh as he did so.

•••

You sat on your new bed, your dog Cujo, a black Cane Corso who was getting on in his years, shown by the grey fur on his muzzle, resting on the floor next to your bed, not being allowed on any furniture. Your father was doing research in his room.

You picked up a piece of mango and popped it into your mouth as you looked up the name of the place you were staying at on Facebook. You found the profile, and clicked into it, then went straight to followers. You couldn't find any followers with Seth's profile picture, so you went and looked up the name of the school, finding their profile and looking through the followings for Seth. No luck. Even searching his name up you discovered nothing. You stalked his school until you found his name on an old post where he had won an award for a spelling bee, also discovering his last name. Clearwater. Seth Clearwater.

You logged into your MySpace account, and looked for him, and surprisingly found him. His profile picture was a photo of him with a man, standing side by side, grinning.

You found it, and let held your arms up above your head in a victorious manner, looking around the room as if expecting someone to cheer for you, then focussing on your dog.

"See how fucking amazing I am, Cujo? The FBI needs to hire me as a detective," You said, then started scrolling through his profile.

Nothing overly fancy. Just some pictures of him, people you assumed to be his family, and some of nature around the area, alongside some photos of his adventures. You clicked the 'Add Friend' button, and decided to make a new friendship bracelet while you watched movies, heading off to your dad's room to go and ask him to start the bracelet for you.

•••

Seth was currently scrolling through Twitter at his desk as his Xbox 360 started up, Leah lounging on his bed playing Mario on his DS. Technically, he and Leah shared the Xbox, but he just kept it in his room as she didn’t really play it much these days, instead choosing to play his DS. He didn’t mind. Just as long as she stayed in his room so he knew it was safe. Missy was laying halfway under his bed, gnawing at a new chew toy Quil had picked out.

His phone beeped, and a new notification popped up. He walked over and slid onto the bed next to his sister. A new friend request. He looked, and his heart started speeding up as he looked at the profile.

“What?” Leah inquired, hearing the thrumming, looking over his shoulder.

“She added me on MySpace!” Seth told his sister excitedly, showing her the profile picture of you and a black dog, along with your Dad and a woman who looked a bit like you, and accepted your friend request, then started looking through your profile.

There were photos from all around the world. Australia, Sweden, Italy, France. Your father and you were the main focus of your photos, but your nature shots were a sight to behold. There were also some with people that weren’t your father, so maybe friends and relatives. The photos of the woman in your profile picture stopped around a year ago, he noted. Your newest photo was the Welcome to Forks sign, you and a huge black dog posing in front of it, the same one from your profile picture.

A message notification popped up. He opened it, and there was a message from you.

Y/N:

Hey

“Oh my goodness, she messaged me!” Seth nearly squealed, and Leah bit back a laugh at her little brother, knowing that laughing would probably result in him attacking her with a pillow covered in a Spider-Man case.

“Well don’t just ignore it, reply!” Leah urged, and Seth looked at his sister, eyes as wide as saucers.

“What do I say!” Seth panicked, and Leah rolled her eyes, grabbing the iPhone covered in a Spider-Man case and messaging her back.

Seth:

Hey

•••

You blinked at your laptop screen, your friendship bracelet forgotten. You didn’t expect him to reply so fast. You went down to the vending machine just outside of the office about ten minutes ago and he wasn’t there, instead there was a girl at the counter, talking on the phone as she painted her nails. Maybe his shift was over, and he was at home? You didn’t think on it much.

Your fingertips ghosted over the keys, then stopped, instead picking up your phone and logging into MySpace there.

“Dad?” You called out, and he ambled into your room, a sandwich with a bite taken out of it, jerking his head upwards slightly as he chewed.

“Seth messaged me and I don’t know how to reply,” You admitted, and your father chuckled as he came over and sat next to you, trying not to get any crumbs on the bed.

Cujo immediately came over and sat expectantly next to him on the floor, but your father shooed him away. Your baby walked over and laid in his crate, looking offended.

“What do you want to say?” He asked, pulling your phone into his hand, getting ready to type a message for you.

You leaned against his muscly arm, and shrugged. You weren’t very good at holding conversations.

“Why don’t you ask him about his new dog?” Your father suggested and you grinned victoriously, taking back the phone and sending him a message.

Y/N:

How’s things going with preparing for ur dog?

You hummed, feeling content, then sent the message. Seth started typing immediately.

Seth:

She’s good! We picked her up like an hour ago and she’s currently harassing my sister, lol

A photo came through of a dog that looked like a Rottweiler, but was wrinkly, and the tail curved upwards, sitting on the lap of a girl that looked a couple years older than you, playing a DS.

“Oh! Looks like a little Rott Pei! They’re stubborn little fucks,” Your father commented, still eating his sandwich, making you giggle.

Your aunty Lara had one, over in Italy. He tended to chew any shoes left outside, and didn’t like Cujo much.

Seth:

Her name is Missy :)

Y/N:

She’s so cute! Is she a Rott Pei? Dad says they’re stubborn lol

Seth:

Yeah, she is. I’m gonna try and take her for a walk tomorrow. She’s really good on lead, and well socialised. My sister Leah’s coming too, wanna come with?

Before you could type ‘no’, your father snatched your phone and sent a message.

Y/N:

That sounds good, when & where?

“Dad!” You hissed, picking up your stuffed Elmo doll from beside you and assaulting your father with it, making him drop his sandwich.

Cujo wasted no time in scrabbling over and eating it, making you laugh, but you quickly stopped as your phone beeped again, leaning over and grabbing it from your dad’s hand.

Seth:

Tomorrow, like 11am?

We can take out a picnic!

Me and Leah can come pick you up :)

You quickly positioned yourself so you could see Cujo in the background, your dad deciding to hop into the photo as well, holding up both of his thumbs and giving the biggest smile you’d ever seen.

Y/N:

Cujo & I are keen, so’s Dad apparently. See you then!

•••

Leah pinched her little brother’s cheek as he put the phone down, tittering at the way he blushed, the colour in his cheeks and ears becoming more noticeable with the red undertone of his blood rushing to them.

“My baby, all grown up! Going on a date with a girl-”

“-It’s not a date, Leah,” Seth said exasperatedly as he grabbed his phone and messaged Jacob, wanting to let him know first.

Seth:

(Y/N) and I are walking our dogs together tomorrow.

Jacob:

Good job bro :)

You should see if she wants to come to your birthday party tomorrow

Seth blinked. Tomorrow was his birthday. He’d be fifteen, and in two months he’d be starting tenth grade.

Seth:

I forgot about that haha

Are you and Ness coming?

Jacob

Wouldn’t miss it for the world man

I picked out a cool gift but Ness said hers is ‘practical’, or whatever

You know how she is

Seth laughed and sent back a thumbs up emoji, then leaned over and scritched Missy behind her ears, making her wag her tail contentedly. Today was a good day. Tomorrow was going to be even better.

•••

Alexander stood out on the porch of the cabin, facing the sea as he puffed on his Marlboro, the cigarette being his only source of light other than the moon, full and low over the sea.

A movement in the distance, over near some rocks, only just visible in the corner of his eye. His head snapped in the direction of it, his blue eyes nearly glowing in the dark.

Something was staring right back at him, its eyes shining green like a cat’s in the dark. A stare off ensued. Alexander moved ever so slightly, reaching for his crossbow, but the creature then spread its’ wings and took flight, the huge wing span nearly blocking out the moon as it ascended.

Alexander growled and put out his cigarette, dropping it into the metal trash can near his feet. He found what he was looking for. Now it was time to complete the rest of his mission.

•••

Mary Postoak stared at the moon through her kitchen window, opting to watch it as the sink filled up in front of her.

There was a flash of darkness in front of the moon, looking like a huge bird. She gasped, a hand going to her chest. It was bigger than any bird she saw, ever. And the last time she checked; birds didn’t have legs like humans.

A thud was heard in her backyard, and her dogs started barking, making her head for her back door, but a yelp cut her off. She instead turned on her heel, running towards her bedroom and grabbed her rifle, then ran through the hallway, throwing open the back door and loading the rifle.

She grabbed the flashlight from her deck table, and turned it on, shining it toward the scene, and gasped.

Something was hunkered over her dog, feeding from it. Upon hearing her, it looked up, blood covering its lower lip. It was hideous. Pale skin, and two enormous wings. It stood up at its full height, nearly ten feet, and stepped forward, making her drop her torch and point her rifle at it.

She fired it once, hitting it square in the chest. It growled, then lunged for the woman, attacking her before she could even scream.

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Fun fact lol, Missy & Cujo are based on dogs I've owned. Again, not proofread so please kindly point out any mistakes!

[writhingg]

Hello! I am reading your story "carry all the pain away" on Ao3 and absolutely love it!

I was wondering what inspired you to write a story where Paul does not imprint on your main protagonist and why you keep it canon? (I was super intrigued by it!)

Also you already mentioned (in reply to my comment on your work) short chapters were a challenge you enjoyed and I was curious about the other reasons you decided to write it like you did (coming from someone who's done it before to add artistic nuance to the plot).

Hey!!! I was literally just about to reply to your comment on ao3. 😅 Thank you so much for your support. It means the world to me that you’re taking the time to read it and engage with me. 💜💜

Now onto your questions…

1. I’ve always wanted to write a story where one of the guys is anti-imprinting. When the wolf pack is introduced and we learn about imprinting, it seems like the two people involved end up happy even if it happens under less than desirable circumstances (Sam, Emily, and Leah for example). One of the guys imprints, they inevitably fall in love (which, when you think about Jacob and Quil’s imprints, is very creepy), and everyone gets a happy ending. But I think imprinting as a concept is actually kind of unsettling. Like, all of a sudden, you see this person and they’re your soul mate and now you guys have no choice but to be together - and yes, I know smeyer sets it up to seem like the imprinter and the imprintee could just be friends if they wanted to, but when all of the other imprints end up in a romantic relationship, it doesn’t seem like there’s much of a choice to not be together. And not only that, but the imprint changes the wolf, right? Mentally and emotionally. Their entire world now revolves around this one person and they’ll do anything to keep her happy. And it all comes down to no longer having free will, no longer being able to choose your future, no longer being able to choose who you want to love/be with. This person is forced on you and you just have to accept it because it's fate or whatever. It all feels very non-consensual. We kind of see this anti-imprinting sentiment from Jacob in Eclipse when he’s explaining it to Bella (I can’t remember if Sam gives in immediately or puts up a fight first), and then when it happens to him, he also accepts it. So I wanted to approach it from a stand point where one of the guys has no interest in imprinting. He values his freedom and wants to make his own choices (which is why, in my story, Paul abandons Sam’s pack) and thinks it’s fucked up to be supernaturally tied to another person without his permission. Ultimately, I thought Paul would be an interesting character to explore this dynamic with. I felt like he’d be the most resistant considering his canon character is pretty “hot-headed.” He doesn’t seem like the type of guy who likes being told what to do. I wanted to not only give him some more depth, but write him falling in love with someone naturally because he’s always imprinting in other stories and is usually very possessive. And then, when he imprinted on Rachel, I wanted to explore that sort of back-and-forth, tug-and-pull between his real self and his imprinted self. There are also a lot of stories where the wolf is initially upset about the imprint and tries to resist, but again, he ends up giving in. What if the wolf didn’t give in so easily - or at all? What if he was actively trying to undo the bond? And what if, maybe, he was successful? Sooooooo yeah, a very long answer because I love to yap, but I wanted to do something complex and challenging and ultimately, because I love love love drama. 😂

2. So when I started writing this story, it was initially just a vague idea and some blurbs in a notebook. And I wrote all of these blurbs out of order; some pertaining to the end of the story, some from the middle. I kind of found it…easier, in a sense, to write out of order. Sometimes I struggle with continuing long stories because I’m approaching it with a specific order of events (and all of the stuff that takes place in the middle is the hardest for me), but for this one, I liked the way it flowed to go back and forth between the past and present. I’m not married to a certain structure, and with shorter chapters, there’s less pressure to have a beginning, middle, and end. I can laser-focus on a specific moment in time, and when you add all these moments up, they make a complete story.

Thanks for chatting with me! 😊

[nothazellevesque]

Currently trying to figure out exactly how far I can make it into act one in a dark urge play through without succumbing to the urge. So far ive figured out how to postpone the first kill until ive already finished the goblin camp, but if I can maximize my potions of healing and optimize short rests, I think I can actually get through to the shadow cursed lands without killing alfira or quil.here’s where ive gotten so far:

The moment you get access to the grove, you are on a timer. You have to recruit both wyll and karlach before your next long rest. This ensures that the next long rest (where alfira or quil comes to your camp) is overridden by the karlach/wyll confrontation. I also take this day to ensure that every quest or thing that I can do in the grove at the moment is resolved, so I limit the amount of time I spend here after the first kill. This ends the first “day” in game.

Day two: level up as much as possible. This long rest is also safe for alfira/quil, as this rest is taken over by wyll’s pact cutscene. I took this time to get withers, explore the swamp, recruit the owlbear cub (ive had problems with getting the cub to leave the cave, so i have to long rest to check that he’s left.) finish up any other quests that you feel like doing here, the day is yours!

Day three: goblin camp. You gotta do the goblin camp NOW, as you have no remaining cutscene overrides. Either saving halsin and triggering the tiefling party lets alfira/quil live to chill another day, or alfira dies when you massacre the grove, in which case, why have you bothered with the No Murder Challenge? once you’ve gotten through the goblin camp, you can kind of do whatever. I do some other minor quests, build up character approval, that kinda stuff. I also find the underdark entrance for later and get a head start on that crèche quest. At least locate the fast travel locations nearby. :)

Now, in THEORY, if you do the creche on day four and make it all the way to elminster and the mountain pass, his whole thing with telling gale to kill himself could override alfira’s death again. I’m workshopping the Old Guy Override as we speak.

I made it through the goblin camp with this method, but the second i invited elminster back to camp after completing the crèche AND blood of lathander, my game was like “uh… what the fuck is this? no thank you” and crashed. So i guess larian was NOT prepared for someone to just refuse to give alfira/quil the chance to come to camp in the first place (nonviolently of course). I almost wonder if either one will show up at camp if i make it to the shadow cursed lands and long rest because the girlies are Not Supposed To Be In There.

[braveclementine]

The Call

Warnings: 18+readersonly

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

Real quick before we start. The made up characters Penny, Elizabeth, Elijah, Katya, Violetta, Lan, Josh, Trang, Ahni, Mai, and Ghaida) are all characters that you can replace for yourself. Cause I was going to do a Y/N again instead of making Penny, but then thought my Y/Ns are all pretty similar since they're based off me. So I went ahead and made different characters with vastly different personalities in hopes that you guys could insert the character you connect with most. Hopes this accomplishes this! Okay, Into the story

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Steve and Sam were out on a run when they got the call from Fury, telling them that they had an emergency and were needed back at the Avengers Tower. Well, Steve was running at least. He wasn't entirely sure what Sam was doing.

He slowed to a jog, then a walk, which brought him right back up behind Sam.

"Don't say it." Sam grumbled as he finally stopped too, looking over at Steve, wondering why he wasn't running anymore. "What? What happened?"

"Fury called." Steve sighed, wiping his brow with his shirt, "He needs the both of us to head back up to the tower. I guess there's another mission he needs us for."

Sam groaned, "Oh c'mon! He told us we had the entire month off!"

Steve shrugged, "Duty calls."

Sam grumbled as he followed Steve back to the tower.

Fury better have a good reason to pull him from his vacation.

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Bucky was fast asleep when his phone rang. He fumbled along the sheets of his bed, finding the bed empty. Steve and Sam must've gone on a run. Which meant that it was at least five in the morning and he was not ready to get up.

He grabbed the pillow, rolling over and pulling the pillow over his head. The bed was so soft, like a cloud and he sunk back into it.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. suddenly blasted the room with noise, jolting him up into a sitting position, heart beating out of his chest, and sudden rush which told him a headache was going to come on.

"ASSHOLE!" He shouted at the AI in frustration. "If you weren't a fucking computer I'd shoot you."

"Your phone was ringing." F.R.I.D.A.Y. answered. "It was annoying me. You should answer it."

"Fucking Tony." Bucky cursed, picking the phone up. He had about ten missed calls from Fury and he groaned. "No, I'm going back to bed." He put the phone on silent and climbed back into bed.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. started to play 'Can't stop this feeling' in the room on blast.

Bucky hated the song because he hated Peter Quil and his annoying attitude.

Bucky pressed the pillow harder over his ears.

The door opened and he glared over to see Natasha standing there, arms crossed over her chest. F.R.I.D.A.Y. stopped playing the stupid motherfucking song.

"What?" Bucky grumbled.

"C'mon James." Natasha said, sauntering over to the bed. Bucky watched her approach with hungry eyes. "Fury's going to kill you if you don't show up. It's an emergency and I've never seen him in a worse mood. And. . . well he's scared of something. So c'mon."

Bucky groaned, sliding out of bed. Nat kissed him on the cheek. "I'll meet you downstairs."

"Duly noted." Bucky muttered, and started to get dressed as she slipped out of the room.

📲🐭 ρỖ𝕧 𝕔ђᵃｎ𝔾ε 🧳😁

Tony was wide awake in the lab when the incoming call came in. He was tinkering with a new design for the Iron Man suit. This one would be able to go all the way up into space and survive for at least two weeks without a spaceship. Of course, he wouldn't actually have to be up there for two weeks, but it was cheaper than sending spaceships up to fix satellites.

Plus, it would be able to fight either the pull or the lack of gravity and instead of floating around in space, he would be able to control which way he could go. Or, in simple terms, the Mark XXXIX Iron Man suit.

"You have an incoming call from Director Fury." F.R.I.D.A.Y. alerted him from the ceiling.

"Very well, answer it." Tony sighed, rubbing his eyes.

"Stark." Fury said and it was the tone of his voice that made Tony actually pay attention to the call.

"Yep?"

"I need you to get to the common room now. Please."

Fury sounded desperate, which was not a tone that Tony had ever associated Fury with. Normally, he was calm, he was collected. He laughed whenever he thought of danger and he didn't seem phased by anything.

Tony felt his stomach flip. Whatever was wrong, whatever had happened, it was bad.

Or it was personal.

"I'm on my way." Tony said, standing up from his stool. F.R.I.D.A.Y. hung up the call. "Hey Trang?" He called over to his assistant.

"Yes Mr. Stark?" The Vietnamese girl looked up from where she was working on her own prototype.

"I need an analysis on this suit. Can you compare yours to mine?"

"Sure thing Mr. Stark." Trang said, putting down her wrench and he quickly headed out of the lab, deciding to grab Stephen on his way up.

🤚🍏 ⓟＯ𝐕 𝒸ᕼάŇﻮ𝐞 💻❤️

Stephen yawned, finally putting the book he'd been pouring over all night away. He'd finished it in one night and now needed a good night's sleep in order to retain all of the knowledge. Well, not that he wouldn't remember a single thing if he didn't get a good nights sleep, but he wouldn't remember all of it and it would drive him crazy.

He pushed the chair back and got ready to create a portal when Tony came into the library.

"Hey Tony." Stephen said quietly, pulling Tony to him and the two of them kissed passionately. He groaned when he felt Tony's fingers twist in his hair. When the two of them pulled part, Stephen nipped at his bottom lip and then asked, "Are you going to come with me to bed?"

"I would love to," Tony said sincerely, "But Fury needs me. He sounds. . . I've never heard him sound like this before Steph. I really think I need to be there. I was going to ask if you wanted to join, but you need some sleep. I'll come and find you after the meeting is done."

Stephen shook his head, "No, I'll come with you. If things are bad, I want to be there with you."

Tony smiled. "Alright then. C'mon fancy wizard."

Stephen chuckled as Tony turned to leave the library. "C'mere love. We'll just portal up to the room."

"Oh yeah, sexy magic." Tony winked at him.

Stephen grinned and then opened up the portal, and the two of them stepped through.

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"I'm not an Avenger, why do I have to go to this meeting?" Loki grumbled, following the big oaf that called himself the older brother down one of the hallways in Avengers Tower. Loki did not want to be here on Midgard, he definitely did not want to be with the other Avengers if he had to be on Midgard.

Okay, so maybe he did, but he didn't feel like being pulled into some ridiculous meeting by one of the few people that still didn't trust him to do a task for him. He was a God, not a servant.

"Because I want you to be a part of this large family as more than someone who fucks all of them." Thor said happily and Loki almost blushed.

"Well, you fuck all of them too." Loki grumbled.

It was true. All of the Avengers were one big family. A huge sexual family anyways. Orgies every night and not a soul outside of the tower knew different. Most of the Avengers were soulmated to each other anyways so they didn't care about sharing.

"Besides, if you want to stay with us, you'll have to eventually get the pirate to trust you somewhat. Perhaps whatever this mission entails will do that." Thor said.

"Will it be dangerous?" Loki asked curiously.

"Probably." Thor said. "They usually are."

Loki grinned, "Perfect."

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Clint had always wanted to see Fury freak out. So he'd bought him cats for Christmas and gifted him kittens for birthdays. And though Fury did seem more tense and even just slightly scared of them, he didn't freak the way Clint had ever hoped.

Now that Clint was actually watching Fury freak out, he wished he wouldn't. It was actually sad to watch.

Clint had been there when Fury had gotten the call, because Clint had been on mission with Fury.

Clint was also the only one that knew Fury had a daughter. Well, it was also possible that Maria, Phil, Tony, and Natasha also knew. Maria because she was married to Fury as his soulmate; Phil, and Nat because they were the only other ones close to Fury; and Tony because he had probably looked into everything about Fury.

Clint had never actually met Fury's daughter. Fury kept her away from the Avengers, kept her away from the craziness. Clint didn't even know what she looked like, though he expected that she was probably dark like her father. Probably tall. He didn't dare imagine any further than that for fear Fury might shoot him through the head.

Rumlow was there in the conference room as well, his face punched in and bloody. Fury had left him in charge of his daughter while Fury had gone on mission. Rumlow had fought tooth and nail to keep her safe, but he had nearly been killed and had undergone lengthy surgery two nights ago.

Clint had never trusted Rumlow, but perhaps his instinct was wrong, considering how hard he'd fought to keep Fury's daughter safe. He'd nearly died for Fury's daughter. So Clint knew his gut feeling was wrong.

He watched the other Avengers file in, and wondered what Fury was going to ask of them. He suspected it had to do something with saving his daughter, but would Fury reveal that it was his daughter, or would he simply tell them about her and act like it wasn't his daughter?

Steve and Sam were the first to come in, despite not having been in the tower when the call was sent out. Tony and Stephen were next, appearing through a portal from one of the libraries though Clint couldn't tell if it was the Sanctorum library or the one in the tower.

Loki and Thor were next, followed by Rhodey, Wanda, Bruce, Vision, and Pietro. Natasha was next and finally Bucky showed up, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else in the world.

"Thank you all for coming." Fury said. Steve clapped Rumlow lightly on the shoulder as they took their seats.

"What's wrong?" Tony demanded, sitting down next to Stephen, staring at the screen- which at the moment was blank.

Fury hesitated and then said, "Three nights ago, I went on a mission with Barton. Rumlow was left in charge of someone none of you know. Her name is Penelope and she's my daughter."

"Your daughter?" Everyone but Nat, Tony, Loki, and Rumlow asked in shock.

"Yes, my daughter." Fury sighed, "My pride and joy. My sweet girl. . . they nearly killed Rumlow to take her. I need you to find her and bring her home."

He glared at all of them.

Steve nodded, "Of course. Where do we start?"

"I want Romanoff, Barton, and Banner at the safe house." Fury said in a harsh voice. "No ones stepped foot there, I need you three to figure out if there are any clues perhaps. Stark, I want you to work with Hill and Wilson on cameras. There aren't any near the safe house, but if you can pull apart footage of the highways around it, there has to be something. Rogers, Barnes, Rhodes I'm going to give you three all the possible information you could need. The rest of you can chip in where you feel best."

"What does she look like?" Tony asked, already pulling up his computer.

"I'm surprised you don't know." Clint muttered under his breath.

"Right." Fury murmured, pulling up a picture of his daughter on screen. Everyone blinked in surprise.

"She's albino." Pietro finally blurted out.

Fury glared at him, "I never noticed Maximoff."

Clint thought the girl on the screen- well young woman- was absolutely gorgeous. Her skin was as pale as pale can be, like vanilla ice-cream. Her long white hair was smooth looking like silk. Her eyes were different colours, one a pale ice blue and the other a dark brown. Clint wondered who her mother was. If she was albino, it couldn't possibly be Maria, could she?

"Who are the leading suspects?" Natasha asked. She hadn't seemed surprised about the photo and Clint wondered if the two of them had met.

"At the moment, HYDRA." Fury said. "But it could be any number of, not just our enemies as Avengers, but also just my own personal enemies. Strange can probably put together a list."

Stephen nodded. Like Tony, he was already at work, using small portals to retrieve information where he sat. 'Handy.' Clint thought.

"I do not beg or plead." Fury stated, looking around at all of them. "but please, find my daughter. And then bring her home to me."

"We will." Rumlow and Steve said together.

Fury nodded and headed towards the door. He stopped and turned around, "And bring her home alive. If she's hurt in any way, someone's going to taste the end of this." He held up his gun, and only then walked out, slamming the door behind him.

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I’m on a roll this week

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The slumber party was loud. There was blaring pop music as well as the other girls speaking amongst each other. Flaky couldn’t help but feel outcased for some reason. They were quiet until Giggles looked up at Flaky and took a long sip so her soda. “So, Flaky,” the chipmunk speaks up “what are you up to nowadays? You seem so robotic when you’re not around your friends.” Flaky’s eyes widen. ‘Robotic?’ Flaky thought to themself. “I’ve been busy, that’s all.”

“Busy with what?” Lammy asked innocently. Flaky didn’t expect them to be in his business like this. “Hm, it’s personal, I can’t tell you all.” Petunia frowns and attempts to scoot her hand closer to Flaky’s. Flaky, not knowing, moves their hand away to get some candy. “Um, Flaky? Are you going on that trip to tree town?” The skunk asked curiously. This question seemed to get all the girl’s’ attention. “Yeah, of course I’m going. I have to make sure Cuddles and Toothy stay out of trouble.”

Giggles crossed her legs as she sat on the bed. She rolls her eyes at the mention of Cuddles and Toothy. “Why do you hang out with them? You’re like, more mature than them both. I’d say Toothy maybe matches your energy but he also does dumb things. You should really hang with us instead.” Flaky sighs and shrugs. “They just understand me.” Flaky smiles when talking about their partners in crime. “We can do anything with each other and feel like god while doing so. No matter what, I know they have my back.” The room was quiet with the loud music filling the empty noise.

Flaky starts to chuckle at some memories of their friends. “I just know Mr. Disco hates them both but it’s fun to have them around, they’re like family to me…” they trail off as they speak. Petunia can’t help but smile at Flaky’s voice. They can listen to them speak all day if they could. “So, about the Tiger Town trip, so you have a partner yet?” Petunia asks. “Giggles is going with Lammy and I’m assuming that Cuddles is taking Toothy.” Flaky raises their eyebrow in curiousity. The way Flaky looks at Petunia makes her stutter a bit. “And I was wondering if you’d like to be my partner in the buddy system.”

Flaky shrugs and takes another long swig of their soda. “Sure, I don’t see why not.” Petunia smiles widely and hugs them. She immediately backed away when Flaky’s quils pierced her skin from Flaky’s shock.

“Shit!” Flaky cursed with some nervousness in their voice. “Fuck, I’m sorry I didn’t know you were gonna do that!” Flaky began to try and remove the quills from her hair. They knew she didn’t being messy. Petunia, however, didn’t mind being a bit messy for once if it was because of Flaky.

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The kids in the bus talked amongst each other. Flaky sat next to Cuddles and Toothy. “Alright gang, what’s the plan?” Toothy asks eagerly. “The plan,” Cuddles smirks and crosses his arms. “There is no plan! we just go in raw!” Toothy looked at Cuddles unamused and sighed to himself. The porcupine looked out the window then quickly remembered the idol they had found. “Hey, gang. Lookit.” Flaky pulled out the Idol doll from their bag. Cuddles didn’t hesitate in taking it and snatched it up quickly. “Gimme that!” The rabbit was shocked when he almost dropped the idol from how heavy it was. “Jesus! How heavy is this damn thing?” Toothy can’t help but giggle at Cuddles’ ‘bravery.’

“Where’d you find this anyway?” Cuddles asks. “Hm, that’s the thing. I don’t know. It found me, yknow?”

Toothy put the idol back in Flaky’s “let’s put it back for now. It could come into some use later.” Cuddles nods. “Plus, we can figure it out later!” The group of teenagers walk into the hotel and check in.

“Everyone get into their partners!” The admin shouts to get their attention. As predicted, Toothy and Cuddles are together and so are Lammy and Giggles. They left Flaky with Petunia. “Isn’t this exciting, Flaky?” Petunia asked happily. Flaky wasn’t paying attention, all they could do was look at the Tiger military bases.

“Flaky?” Petunia asked with a bit of sadness in their voice. The porcupine quickly turned their attention to the skunk. “Huh? O-oh yeah. This is…exciting…” The two mammals walk to their hotel room. It’s a deep shade of blue with two beds. It had your typical suite items. “Wait! Before we do anything,” Petunia pulls out some cleaning supplies and a mask. “This place looks weird, we’re cleaning up.”

Flaky tilted their head.

“We-“

“We.”

Petunia says sternly as she tosses Flaky some cleaning supplies. “How strong is your immune system?” The skunk gave the closet a deep clean as she spoke. “Um…it’s alright I guess. I don't get sick a lot.”

Flaky thinks about how if they don’t clean, Petunia would most likely kick them out until she was done cleaning, which could take hours. They sighed and decided that since the weather was going to be cold, it would be very bad if they were stuck outside. They picked up a vacuum and cleaned the floor.

After about roughly an hour of cleaning, Petunia nods at Flaky. “We’re finished!” She happily plots on her bed. Flaky unpacks their bag and puts it in their drawers.

Brrrng

Brrrrng

Flaky looked at Petunia. “Go on now, pick it up.” Petunia suggested as she looked at the phone. Flaky was never the best at answering phone calls.

Click

“Hello?”

“This is the front desk, is this Flaky or Petunia?”

“This is Flaky, yes.”

“Great, we’ve called to ask what you two want for dinner.”

Flaky looked at Petunia. “Hmm…some tea and burgers!” The porcupine nods.

“Burgers and sweet tea.”

“Great. Any allergies?”

“Peanuts, that’s all”

The conversation goes on until Flaky eventually hangs up and lays down on the bed. Maybe it was the chemicals of the cleaning supplies but Flaky’s head was pounding.

Flaky…

Flaky…

That damn voice again.

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#5

Count Only The Happy Hours

[I] [II] III. And so, great Nerevar, Azura-blessed and swift of blade, leapt high into the sky. His form obscured the sun, and with his grand descent, a legion of Nords were felled, struck by the glorious…

“That’s not what happened. Alandro said they ambushed the Nords with some Dwemer mercenaries.”

Vivec gave a sigh as Sil interrupted his reading; he should know, after nearly a month, that he really ought to turn elsewhere for critique. The boy was one of the most literal-minded mer he’d ever met; he was quite sure there wasn’t an ounce of poetry in his soul. He looked over at him in an attempt to give him a withering glance; no luck there, either–Sil’s nose was crammed in a book, one hand outstretched to summon a palm-sized ball of fire, then ice, then lightning over and over again.

“Tell me, Seht, have you ever heard the phrase ‘history is written by the victors’?” he asked, turning his chair to face him. Sil’s pale eyes peeked over his book, brows drawn together.

“I have.”

“The saying should be ‘history is embellished by the victors’.” Vivec leaned forward. “Now, can you dispute what I said?”

“What?”

“Can you prove to me that Nerevar didn’t leap up into the sky and blot out the sun?”

“I just told you, Alandro said…”

“I’m not asking about Alandro. I’m asking about Sil.” An elbow rested on Vivec’s knee, and his chin plunked into his hand. “Were you there?”

“Well, no, but…”

“But I was, and this is my account. Alandro has his own, Nerevar has his own, but this is the one I’m choosing to believe and write.”

Sil frowned at him, magic dispersing from his hand as he shut his book. “But it’s not true.”

“And you’re certainly welcome to think so. Perhaps you’re even right.” Vivec sat up, fixing his gaze on the boy. “But there are plenty of people like you, people now and people a hundred years from now, who did not and will not ever see what happened on the battlefield today. The gritty, boring details won’t matter to most people–close your mouth, Sil, I know it matters to you–they’ll want to experience the feeling. The pride and wonder I felt watching Nerevar’s victory. Plus, it’s much more fun to read.”

Vivec turned back around, picking up his knife to sharpen his quil. “And, now especially, it is very, very important that we build faith in Nerevar as someone capable and near-mythic. It’s hard enough getting the Houses to trust someone from a different House–which is why Voryn, for all my complaints, is very essential–and it’d be harder still for someone like me, who’s Houseless. But Neht is an outlander.”

Sil leaned in, curious. “Is he really? I thought he was Indoril.”

“Well, yes, in name. But he grew up somewhere on the mainland, and, as I’m sure you know, we Chimer get suspicious.” He glanced over his shoulder, giving Sil a little smile. “But you and I know the type of person he is. We have to get others to love him just the same, even if they never get the chance to meet him.”

Sil sat back, silent as he thought. Young as he was, his face was a closed book; Vivec couldn’t count how many times in his short stay that he wished for some sort of indication of what was happening in that head of his.

“But what if people find out it’s a lie?” he asked, mouth downturned.

“Well, they’ll need to find someone who was there to dispute it.” Vivec smiled as he jotted down another line. “And much like me and my egg, what ultimately matters is the outcome. Nerevar and his forces won the day, and we’re that much closer to reclaiming Resdayn for ourselves–with or without our Azura-blessed leader blotting out the sun.”

~

For all of Sil’s worry about the truth, news of Nerevar’s victory started to spread, and because of it, they were finding more and more support. Houses offering their arms where needed, and a few more mer agreeing to join them at their next base–a city, they’d decided, which would need a touch more subtlety than out here in the less populated isles, but would certainly be a much safer meeting point. They even had the very vocal support of a princess–who, as she wrote, despaired over the fact that she couldn’t join them until she was of age.

And, more locally, it seemed as though word found its way underground, too. Because one day, after a long visit down below–it was becoming increasingly clear that Nerevar, friendly to a fault, was staying far too long for it to simply be business talks–ended with Nerevar returning with a king in tow. King Dumac, to be more specific, ruler of the Dwemer; laying out the Nords had been the last bit of proof he needed that Nerevar’s plan was viable, and he was ready to talk strategy.

Though, in truth, the “planning” was more like a prospective spouse coming to dinner. While a bit of lip service was paid toward using Dwarven technology against the Nords, Nerevar and Dumac were joking and chatting, and each member of the council, for lack of a better term, were being introduced: loyal and noble Dagoth Voryn, who had been here from the start; quick-witted and swift-footed Vivec, who fought with all the same passion he put into his words; Alandro Sul, the immortal son of Azura. (Despite all of Vivec’s prodding, Alandro never did confirm whether that was simply a title or simply a statement of fact, which was terribly vexing.) Nerevar was quick to praise each of them.

But they weren’t wholly alone. Along with a few of Dumac’s retainers, a young boy hung near the table. Sil had said he didn’t want to talk, but clearly he’d wanted to listen. For the most part, he went unnoticed. But there was no ignoring the beacon his eyes became as Dumac pulled out what he called a “prototype centurion spider”–it was a little thing, about the size of Dumac’s wide palm, that looked somewhat like its living namesake. Sil, still silent, made his way up to the table as, with a little spark of magicka, Dumac brought the little contraption to life, metal legs skittering down from his hand and over the table.

“Obviously the ones we have below are much larger,” Dumac explained to the dumbstruck table. “The size of a nix-hound, I’d say. They’re better for repairing our other animunculi. For a true battle, we’d want spheres and centurions, of course.”

Nerevar grinned at the rest of the table. “I’ve seen them. Just about scared the piss out of Alandro and me, so I can’t even begin to think of how a superstitious lot like the Nords will react.” He looked up at Dumac, who was rumbling a laugh at his comment. “And this’ll keep our losses down, too.”

“Will they…work above ground?” Voryn asked, squinting suspiciously at the spider as it skittered past him.

“Of course! Down below we use steam to power them, but if you get a few mages and an amplifier or two to get them started, we’ll have a full army automated for battle,” Dumac assured. He glanced over as Sil set his hand in front of the spider, coaxing it into his palm to get a closer look at it. Even beneath his full beard, a wide smile was on display. “Do you like it, boy?” He leaned over as Nerevar beckoned him, listening to a very quiet, urgent whisper, but he nodded without saying a thing.

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#4

Time and Circumstance

Another malfunction, this one much harder to fix with his waning divinity. The end was coming soon, he knew. What he didn’t know was whether the Mechanical Heart would be ready in time. Rather than fear, a strange sort of amusement came over him at the thought.

It had been so long since Sotha Sil had been uncertain; the feel of it was rather refreshing.

~

He’d never liked the concept of gods. In his very early childhood, it was in imitation of his sister; how many times had she complained of rules and being told what to do? To him, in the simplicity of a child’s mind, there was no difference in the admonitions of their parents or the Good Daedra. If Nall said they shouldn’t have to listen to adults, then logically, they shouldn’t have to listen to Azura, either.

Later, not much later, it was in fury. If the Good Daedra could stand idly by as Mehrunes Dagon, their kin, laid waste to Ald Sotha for no reason at all, then who were they to dictate the lives of the Chimer…or of anyone at all? Worship, he reasoned that night as he choked on the scent of smoke that clung to him and the screams still echoing in his head, wasn’t only futile; it was an affront to mortality. And if he had his way, he would end it.

~

“What’s happened to you, Seht?” Almalexia asked him once, a few centuries after their apotheosis. “I hear you’ve hidden yourself away.”

“And who did you hear that from?” he asked. It wasn’t a denial, which made it a confirmation. Golden eyes narrowed at him.

“Vivec, of course,” she said. “He worries, you know. He won’t say so, but he does.”

“He still sees me as a soot-covered child.” The words weren’t scathing, they were simply a statement of fact. Of the three, Vehk had, unsurprisingly, always been the most in-tune with his emotion–the heart to Seht’s mind and Ayem’s will. Warrior-Poet that he was, he was drawn to the weakest moments of others–for those he loathed, to find where he needed to drive the knife; for those he loved, to find what he needed to shield. And, of course, tragedy made the best poetry.

“He worries about your fire,” she corrected, her natural inclination to chide still making him bristle a few lifetimes after his childhood rebellion. Nall, he knew, would have hated her for that. Sil liked to think he could see past it, on his better days. “We both wonder what happened to the impassioned leader unafraid to rebuke the Daedra in the name of his people. Where’s the mer who loved mortality so much he became a god?”

He never replied, and, to her credit, Ayem turned their conversation elsewhere. But he knew the answer well enough: that mer had died centuries ago, when he’d received his first prayer.

~

"The old gods are cruel and arbitrary, and distant from the hopes and fears of mer. Your age is past. We are the new gods, born of the flesh, and wise and caring of the needs of our people. Spare us your threats and chiding, inconstant spirit. We are bold and fresh, and will not fear you."

Vivec had a habit of embellishing his accounts, shaping words and memory to make events far grander and more poignant than they actually were. But that quote, that one he got right.

Now, Sil could see the words for what they were: a young man drunk on divine power, finally banishing what he considered the greatest imperfections on the planes of mundus. The cold gods of his youth who turned a blind eye to the destruction of his home, and especially the Prince that feigned warmth in the name of vanity, that tugged one of his dearest friends along and did nothing to help him live.

He’d experimented with the tools for this exact purpose, to give the Chimer the gods they deserved: flawed, broken gods, familiar with grief and rage and joy, who knew what it was like to be mortal because they were mortal. Gods that would listen, because they knew what it was like to go unheard.

He never thought beyond that. He was, after all, very young then.

While the power from the Heart might have been instantaneous, as had Azura’s curse, it still took a generation before the Tribunal, respected as they were, truly became gods in the eyes of their people. That suited them just fine at the time. The three of them used their powers to establish the Dunmer, a race not beholden to cruel gods or an exiled past. A race that had all the world to gain and next to nothing left to lose. They were kind, mindful rulers; Seht in particular utterly devoted to the people themselves, in all their misery and joy.

And then, he heard his first prayer.

It was a simple one, a desperate one–utterly mortal in its plea and delivery. A young girl was terribly ill, and her father prayed to him, Sotha Sil specifically, that she would live.

This was what he’d waited for, the mercy he’d craved for himself and was now desperate to give. And he’d healed plenty of others before. He didn’t even need to go see the girl himself; reality warped at his fingertips, and all of Nirn was open to his will. So, with singular focus, he pushed his power outward.

And stopped.

Two paths fell before him in his mind’s eye, each splintering off to hundreds of possibilities. But they all started with one simple choice: the girl lives, or the girl dies.

The choice was obvious, of course. The girl lives. And the moment he decided, a flash of every possibility appeared before him: famine, misery, abandoned homes and skeletons of guars in the fields. A feeling of absolute certainty that all would come to pass settled on him. He should let her die.

But no, that was ridiculous. One small girl couldn’t cause that much change. And even if she did, he would ensure that none of it came to pass. Reality was his to control, and he would wield it in a way that his people deserved.

And so the girl lived.

The girl living meant an extra mouth to feed. As she grew and married, there were now two mouths. Then three, and four, and five. The boost in population took its toll in the fields; there wasn’t enough to go around. But Sil saw this, and he once again stepped in. At his beck and call, the crops flourished, putting out double, triple the amount of their usual produce; animals bearing twins and triplets. The girl’s village prospered.

But even he couldn’t call up something from nothing. The crops flourishing meant the nutrients in the soil depleted. Soon it could grow no more than the ash surrounding it. The animals were weak from the unnatural circumstance of their birth, and their descendants weaker still. Soon, there was nothing left but dead guar and dried up fields, and the villagers that survived the famine had no choice but to leave. One life saved, but so many others lost. All just as he’d expected.

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#2

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[simply-ellas-stuff]

You can blame this post -> *Hai* for this post. [Sorry @babybabyaphrodite I sort of took your joke post and ran with it like a kid with a knife. I hyper-fixated. Sorry]

I know that post is a joke, but now I want to figure out if it would work timeline-wise. So... yeah. Enjoy

Establishing timeline in general I’m using the Lexicon for base reference. I also used Timeanddate for the math because I suck at math in general but especially in timeline-math-form.

NOW

- New Moon starts September 13, 2005 - Ends April 7, 2006.

- Eclipse starts May 14, 2006 - Ends some point between June 16th and August 12, 2006. [the epilogue in Eclipse with Jacob has no set date, hence the uncertainty of when Eclipse really ends]

- Breaking Dawn starts August 12, 2006 - Ends January 1, 2007.

Then Renesmee is born on September 10th, 2006.

Now if you use timeanddate and use there subtractor from 9/10/2006 - 40 weeks it equals out to about December 4, 2005. Now in the actual timeline - Bella is a fucking zombie at this point, it’s in New Moon time.

Now lets figure out what possible dates Bella and Jake could’ve been... involved in New Moon

Now, Obviously any time between September 13, 2005 and January 15, 2006 are out of the possibilities. Why? Because Edward was around from Sep. 13th to Sep. 16th then Bella is a zombie from around the 16th of Sept to the 16th of January.

So - September, October, November, December. [I’d like the point out in this time that Renee did come to Forks to try and get Bella to move with her to Florida because Charlie was at his wits end and needed her to be healthy and happy again and figured Renee would know how to do it better so he called her and Bella literally threw a temper tantrum in this time because she was convinced that she needed to stay in Forks to survive because it was the last reminder that Edward had actually been real]

Now when we come back to Bella, it’s January 16th, 2006 and she’s forcing herself out of her zombie state to go hang out with her Human Friends from Forks High School to appease Charlie being worried asfuck about her. [I wonder the fuck why Isabella]. She discovers on this night that if she does anything dangerous [the bikers] that she can seem to heard Edward’s voice warning her against the decision (because that’s a healthy normal post-break-up relationship thing).

On Jan 17th she sees a neighbor getting rid of two motorcycles and decides to take them to Jake’s house so he can fix them so she can be stupid to hear Edward’s voice. This is the first time I think we’re told Bella has seen Jacob since the Prom scene and she’s way too into Edward at this point to do anything with Jake and he knows that so he doesn’t push for anything and just agrees to fix up the bikes. [I’d like to point out here that this is the first night Bella goes to sleep without dreaming or screaming in the middle of the night since Edward left Forks]

From this point on Bella sees Jacob a number of times - Jan 18, Jan 21, Jan 23, Jan 24, Jan 25 (Note - this is the day where Bella cuts her head open riding the bikes and Bella calls him beautiful in the truck), Jan 30, Feb 14, Feb 20, and then they talk on Feb 21.

From Feb 22nd to March 10th, Bella doesn’t see Jacob because of the transformation and all that fun shit. She’s told several times he’s sick, then he’s out with friends, then the excuses just fall flat and she decides to confront him about it but instead gets confirmation from Quil that Jake has joined Sam’s ‘gang’ aka Sam’s Pack.

On March 11th, Bella figured out what the fuck is happening with Jacob. Jacob and Paul fight. Bella meets Emily and the rest of the pack. then on March 12 she spends all day at La Push.

She then spends March 14 and March 16 (the cliff diving chapter and the Almost Kiss in the kitchen) with Jacob until Alice returns on the evening of March 16th thinking that she’s dead. Bella then doesn’t see Jacob from March 16th until April 7th, when he confronts Edward about the treaty and gives Bella her motorcycle back.

Now, if Bella really threw caution to the wind you can say the earliest she could’ve started fucking around with Jake would’ve been any time after Jan 17th. Do I think she would’ve? Nope.

The more likely dates are any time after the bike accident because that’s really the first time Bella unknowingly admits her feelings for Jacob. Now we know Bella fell in love with Jacob in New Moon (the only good confirmation we got from Smeyer tbh) so, it’s entirely possible that the ‘You’re beautiful’ moment could’ve been when Jacob said “Fuck it” and actually started putting effort into getting romantically with Bella, seeing that moment as her opening up for something a bit more than friendship between them.

Now that was January 25, 2006. Lets say Jake decides that for Valentines day [about 20 days after the Beautiful moment] to make his move and Bella doesn’t say no [she was going to kiss him if the phone didn’t ring on 3/16]. It would be entirely possible for that to have been a date of possible conception for a child. And given that Jacob is a werewolf, and triggers it approx. 8 days later, you could use that as a reasoning why Bella’s pregnancy could be Slightly faster than the normal pregnancy if you want her to be the full 40 weeks along in gestation when she has her baby.

Now - If Bella got pregnant on February 14th, the exact 40 weeks later date is November 21st. BUT,  If the baby was early, like day was born at the 30 week mark, the due date would be more around September 12th. Now according to a google search, Babies born between 30 and 32 weeks, while still preterm, have at least a 99% chance of survival. They also have very low risk of health and development complications later on {*}.

Now typically, Women don’t start showing in their pregnancy until around 16 to 20 weeks along [timeline wise this would put Bella around June 6th to July 4th if she were to start show like a normal woman] which would be literally only weeks before her wedding [Bella got married on August 13th and realizes she’s pregnant on August 31st] It is actually entirely possible she could’ve only realized it on August 31st even in this scenario because there are people who don’t realize until like super late in their pregnancy and people who have such irregular periods they don’t even pay attention anymore - and with how much stress Bella’s gone through, I’d imagine she could miss a period and not even think about it for a while. 

And its possible for women to not show until late in the pregnancy because of the way their bodies are, the way their uterus sits inside their body, and Also, Cryptic Pregnancy is a thing, kiddos. {*} {*}

So Even if Bella’s pregnancy was Super Normal™, it’s still entirely possible that she could’ve had Jacob’s baby in this scenario and not even realize she was pregnant in the first place.

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Now lets figure out what possible dates Bella and Jake could’ve been... involved in Eclipse for fun [tbh I wrote this part before realizing New Moon would make more sense for a normal pregnancy and I don’t want to get rid of it lmfao].

So when we start Eclipse, Jacob and Bella have absolutely fucking nothing to do with each other bc... angst and also Bella chose Edward (like a Dumbass) over Jacob in front of Jacob and Jacob got Bella grounded bc the motorcycle. So. The Children are fighting.

The Cullens and the Wolf pack get into their boundary dispute while Bella is in Florida with her mother on May 20th. 

May 21 - Jacob confronts Edward to remind him and his family about the treaty and also makes sure Bella is still human. Edward finally comes clean about Vicki being in the area. [and if I’m remembering correctly, this is the first time Bella and Jake have seen each other since the end of New Moon]

May 25 - Bella pulls a Harry Houdini and jets the fuck off to La Push to see our favorite boy Jake. She learns about imprinting in this time and all sorts of shit. 

From that day until June 1st she’s essentially under house arrest by the Cullens [dicks] and Alice or Edward are constantly up her ass during this time and not in a good way.

June 1st - Bella fucks off to Jacob’s again by escaping school. Bella tells Jakey that she wants to be a vampire and he gets understandably upset as fuck. That night Bella and Edward sleep in each others arms. 

Bella hangs out with Jacob on June 3rd, June 8th (this is where the Kiss-Punch shit happens - I still think that was bullshit mischaracterization from RacistMeyer and will argue the fuck out of that tbh and the entirety of his character in Eclipse), June 11th (sorta, this is the grad party), June 12th (supes early in the morning bc of the training seshy and Jake’s a wolf for it), June 14th (Jake carried Bella to the campsite then they share a sleeping bag so she doesn’t freeze to death), and June 15th.

on June 15th is when Jake overhears about the engagement (Edward is still a dick for that), Bella asks Jake to kiss her (I stand by the fact that the manipulation tactic he uses in this is both too immature for Jacob and a massive mischaracterization bc smeyer is racist and probably realized Jacob was the better choice), then the battle happens and Jacob gets hurt by one of the newborn vampires. That evening, Jake and Bella talk she tells him what she saw when they kissed (ya know, their whole future) and then he asks her not to come back for a while if her choice is going to remain Edward. Then Bella has a break down while driving and Edward drives her home and then she cries in his arms all night long. The next day (16th) Bella and Alice talk about the wedding after Bella tells Edward he’s it for her.

Anyways.

If Bella and Jacob slept together in Eclipse there’s only a few dates it could’ve happened. May 25, June 1, June 3, and June 8. 

Now if Bella got pregnant on May 25th and had a normal pregnancy, the due date would be around March 1, 2007.

If she got pregnant on June 1st and had a normal pregnancy, the due date would be around March 8, 2007.

If she got pregnant on June 3rd and had a normal pregnancy, the due date would be around March 10, 2007.

And if she got pregnant on June 8th and had a normal pregnancy, the due date would be around March 15, 2007.

Now if we keep the September 10th birth date she would be approx. x weeks along if she got pregnant on these dates, in a normal pregnancy:

15 weeks and 3 days for May 25th conception.

14 weeks and 3 days for June 1st conception.

14 weeks and 1 day for June 3rd conception.

13 weeks and 3 days for June 8th conception.

The likelyhood of any of these normal pregnancies surviving the September birthdate are... slim. Most pregnancies aren’t considered medically viable until after 24 weeks of pregnancy. So if she got pregnant in the Eclipse timeline - the pregnancy would have to be supernaturally enhanced [in this case, via Jacob’s werewolf genes] in order for the child to survive at all.

Now, I don’t think it’s possible even in canon for werewolf genes to enhance or speed up a pregnancy because of the fact that at their core, the wolves are human. They exist as humans who can shift into these wolves. And if Quick-Pregnancies were a major thing for the wolves it would’ve been mentioned because the Tribe would’ve talked about it due to the similarities between them and the Cullens’. Also humans themselves would take note because Sam’s and Jacob’s packs are not the first werewolves to exist in this world or in that general area. 

Do I think this actually happened? No that’s be gross since in Canon Jacob imprints on Bella’s baby.

Do I think this would be perfect for an AU or fanfiction? Yes.

Do I give full permission for someone to take this timeline I’ve built and fucking run with it? Yes. Just fucking tag or link me I want to read it lmfao.

[exovapor]

Group Text Trash Talk #2 [Leo, Raph, Donnie, Mikey, and Casey]

Casey: Ok, guys, here's the deal...we got a tip that this warehouse was going to be hit tonight by The Foot.

Leo: What are they looking for here?

Donnie: There are various chemicals stored here, any number of which could be used for explosives. If they get their hands on these chemicals, it could mean that the streets will get more dangerous for the general public.

Raph: yeah, yeah...just tell me who to hit.

Mikey: Guys, I think I hear someone.

Donnie: Mikey, for the tenth time this evening, a pigeon cooing at you isn't a girl trying to get your attention.

Casey: Desperate much?

Mikey: Shut up, Casey, I swear it sounds like someone...did anyone hear that?

Raph: He's losing it, Leo. We should never have split up. Mikey should never be unsupervised.

Donnie:

Raph: LMFAO

Casey: ha! 😆

Mikey: You guys can kiss my green ass.

Raph: Yeah. You'd probably enjoy that you lil freak.

Mikey: I take offense to that! I'm not the freak of the family. 👅

Raph: ahhhh...sooooo true!

Leo: Look, can we focus here? This is serious guys.

Raph: of course, Fearless...I mean Sensai... Anything you say!

Leo: Don't start Raph.

Raph: That's what you like, right? Full control...complete submission?

Donnie: Oh boy.

Leo: ...Raph

Casey: ??

Mikey: ooohhhh, Casey hasn't heard.

Leo: Don't.

Raph: Casey, its like this....we sort walked in on a little bit of a show the other night.

Donnie: Understatement of the year. 😒

Raph: Fearless here thought we'd all be gone longer than we were and he had that pretty lil girl of his all tied up in knots on top of the kitchen table.

Casey: YOU'RE SHITTIN' ME!

Leo: Shut up, Raph.

Mikey: lol...it was hilarious. Both of their eyes bugged out 😳 when they saw Master Splinter standing there shaking his head at the scene.

Donnie: Yes. A very interesting turn of events. Needless to say, I only eat in my lab now. 🤮

Casey: damn. Leo!

Leo: look. It happened. Its over and done. SOME of you are just jealous that you aren't getting any.

Raph: fucking watch it man.

Leo: Casey...ever wonder why Raph is so angry all the time?..

Mikey: 🤣🤣🤣 👆👆 that's Raph!

Raph: FUCK YOU Leo!

Leo: No thanks. I'm taken.

Casey: lol

Donnie: Yes...poor Raph...

Raph: Oh. You're fucking getting into this too Donnie?

Donnie: There's a reason I don't have anger issues. In fact, I am VERY mild and well mannered...just call me D-Quil.

Raph: Right, I forgot. You're Don-fucking-Juan. Bullshit!

Donnie: it's true. Its a simple fact of anatomical knowledge and nature's blessing.

Casey: nature's blessing?

Donnie: I've got a really big dick.

Raph: fucking bullshit. There's no way your nerd ass gets laid more than me.

Donnie: Of course I do. I EAT ASS

Casey: WTF?

Leo:  I DON’T want to know!

Donnie: It's quite simple actually...

Donnie: Plus, once she sees the monster in my pants...

Donnie: Although, there's always one concern when sleeping with me...

Mikey: dude...I eat ass too! 😝🍑 COOL! 

Leo: shut up Mikey

Raph: shut up mikey

Donnie: Shut up Mikey

Casey: 😣 I need to find new friends.

[bookwyrminspiration]

is that quil??? the bestie??? the gay person in my phone and on my dash quil????

i missed you sososososo much, went to the beach and twilight came on in my hotel and i did watch all of it thinking about you the whole time <222

also saw you started the 50 shades of gray?? hows that going for ya?

Omg TOBI hi hi hi hi hi!! I've missed you so so so so much, I've thought about sending you an ask for whenever you got back for weeks, just a little something like "hi tobi I love you I hope you're having fun wherever you are you are the light of my life the reason the stars shine the savior of mankind" something simple, you know, but I hadn't gotten to it yet!

I am also at the beach! But twilight had not come on in my hotel </3, but to be fair no one has touched the TVs. I'm very very flattered and not at all surprised that you thought of me, I am The Twilight Mutual after all. I hope you enjoyed--I prefer the books over the movies, but the movies are always fun in a silly way.

And YEAH I did that. I've been asked multiple times why I read the fifty shades of grey trilogy and the accompanying one from christian's pov, and the only answer I can give: because I can. That was pretty much what it boiled down to. Just because.

I finished all 6 books and my GOD was that. an experience, for sure. I would not recommend those books. You can absolutely tell that it's published fanfiction--and not in a good way. The characters are underdeveloped on their own and rely entirely on the characterizations of twilight. They are stuck in the same cycles over and over again (wine, fight, fuck, sleep), and the plot is just twilight without the vampires. Like as if EL James was going off a checklist. It's quite ridiculous and I wonder how it got published like that.

Now I'm toying with the idea of watching the movies. On the one hand, I'm not a movie person and i'm positive I'll cringe to hell and back at this one. but on the other...I love to be thorough. and it's only 3 movies. and then I'll never have to debate it back and forth again because it'll be done..

anyway! there are a lot of 50 shades posts on my blog now and I am no longer the person I once was (I'm being dramatic), but that doesn't matter! because the lovely tobi is in my inbox, hi hi hi, I hope you're doing well and have enjoyed whatever you've been up to. it's very very nice to see you again <33

[imaginingmanyfandoms]

Hi, love your headcanons

Can you do one about twilight wolf pack reacting to their imprint falling for another guy?

the first wolf pack request i get and it's sad :-(

SAM:

he would be sad, but not upset at you

if you didn't want him, he wouldn't force you

and seeing you happy with someone else would both kill him and make him happy

leah would fucking eat that up

JARED:

he'd act like it doesn't bother him

he'd act like nothing is wrong and being nothing more than your friend is great

you'd hang out all the time, and jared would be friends with your boyfriend

but then when he was alone at night he'd cry himself to sleep

and wonder why you don't want him :-(

PAUL:

i think it would eat him up

his anger and irritability would get worse

sometimes he would get so frustrated he would sprint all the way to Canada and back

he wouldn't be able to stomach the sight of you in your lovers arms

but he would always be there for you

EMBRY:

he wouldn't be too bothered actually

for a while he would mope around or whatever, wishing he could be as happy as sam and emily

but hanging out with you as friends is better than nothing

he would date other people, and maybe one day the two of you would connect

but he has time to wait

QUIL:

he respects you so much that he doesn't get upset, maybe just a little disappointed

but his ultimate happiness was tied up in your being happy

and if you were happy with this guy, quil wasn't going to come between that

JACOB:

he would be so resentful for a lot of reasons

first, he wanted to fall in love normally anyway, but when he saw you; he fell, but you didn't

second, he was so tired and sad of being rejected

he would struggle to be around you for a while, it made him feel insecure about himself

SETH:

i can't fathom a world where someone doesn't immediately fall in love with seth

but he wouldn't be mad at you even a little bit

he would be happy to see you happy, and if you only wanted to be his friend... well... he loved friends!

LEAH:

poor leah, i think it would literally destroy her to the point where i dont even like writing this

she has a lot of hatred, for others, for herself...

her trust issues would skyrocket

seeing someone else she loved happy in someone else's arms would be devastating

[musingsofvenus]

It’s been a while since I read the books, can you drop the Emily hoe rationalisation? I’m with you 100% I just don’t know how we got there

see below the cut but here's a TLDR:

Imprintees choose what the relationship will be, while the wolf has no choice in this matter. Emily chose to be in a romantic relationship with Sam despite him being in love with AND engaged to Leah prior to magic stripping him of his free will.

Backstory of Emily and Leah as stated in the twilight illustrated guide (I'm paraphrasing):

Emily and Leah are cousins and were besties, like sisters to each other. While Leah was in high school she dated Sam, they were pretty serious, and they were engaged. Emily had a boyfriend for a while, who she eventually broke up with and had been casually dating a few other boys after.

Imprinting logic from Eclipse chapters 5 and 8, and the guide:

Jacob describes imprinting as "finding your mate/ soulmate/ other half" when he talks about Emily and Sam. For Quil and Claire, he says Quil will have to "be patient and wait a few decades" and that the imprint is "not romantic right now" and the wolves "become anything she needs them to be. friend, brother, protector, lover." MIND YOU WE ARE TALKING ABOUT A TWO YEAR OLD BUT I'M NOT GETTING INTO THAT ON THIS ASK UGH The guide also hammers this point again by basically saying the wolf is all in and the imprintee is the one who calls the shots in determining what the relationship will be (romantic, platonic, whatever). The wolf has no say or free will with imprinting.

Why Emily is a hoe

We have to make some assumptions here. Considering how close Leah and Emily were, it's safe to say that Emily had met/seen Sam plenty of times, either for some kind of family thing or simply just by hanging out with Leah. I wouldn't be shocked if Emily was 3rd wheel a few times, too.

Fast forward to Sam seeing Emily for the first time again after he phased. He imprints, and immediately all of his love for Leah flies out of the window. Emily is his whole word now, whether he likes it or not. And he can't not like it, because the imprint doesn't allow him to feel anything but love for Emily. He has no choice in this.

But Emily does. In this situation, Emily's feelings don't magically change at the drop of a hat like Sam's did. There's no invisible force that made her fall in love with Sam. It's literally unrequited! Or was it?

Some more assumptions: if Emily had (presumably) several unsuccessful relationships, would it not be fair to assume that maybe, just maybe, she might have viewed Leah and Sam as a 'couple goal' or even view Sam as the type of boyfriend she would want to have some day? It's a reach, but is it????? I think Emily could have felt some degree of envy, and maybe even had a little crush on Sam. I don't think she would've acted on it, even when Sam (again, against his will) would run back to Emily and beg her to be with him every time she rejected him.

I also want to mention that at no point did Emily ever try to nip it in the bud and say, "let's just be friends." Even if she didn't know saying that would put an end to things, all she did was brush him off or tell him to go back to Leah. After a few times, she has to realize this method won't work. And now I begin to wonder if she ever really wanted him to stop. If she was actually thrilled by that kind of attention, like it was an ego boost.

Because in an ideal world, where Leah wasn't her best friend, would she have rejected him? What if guilt over her best friend's feelings was the only thing really stopping her? What if they weren't as close?

Fast forward again: Emily gets slashed in the face. Sam is in the hospital all the time, feeling guilty as hell and beside himself, and um, that makes Emily smitten even more? Because who can resist the amount of adoration even though that's your best friend's man?

Honestly, I think with the scarring she was like, "fuck it, I gotta lock this one down or I'll be alone forever" and decided that was more important than Leah's feelings (and technically Sam's, although he is a lovesick zombie now. Will the real Sam Uley please stand up?). The game's over now. Emily doesn't have to pretend she doesn't have feelings for Sam anymore. And Leah? She's gonna be Emily's bridesmaid! 🥳

In conclusion

[rosiehufflepuff]

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𝓦𝓮𝓫 𝓸𝓯 𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼

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Summary : Draco emotions is getting the best of him , as you and Harry are paired for astronomy project , causing a big hit in your friendship not only that but also causing you to ask why he was jealous when you are only friends and how he is trying to control who you can have as friends and who you can’t have as you call out his toxic behaviour and Draco discovers his emotions .

Draco X Fem Reader

Warning : jealousy . Possessive Draco , Insecure Draco , Harry and Draco rivalry , Angst , and too much FLUFF

House : Hufflepuff

Year : fifth

Link of the casual outfit : https://drive.google.com/file/d/1eMCrdnjLtSN-6Xjysfvffq4HzeX-rJk_/view?usp=drivesdk

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Draco watched as his anger was getting too big that he felt that his body couldn’t contain it anymore , usually Draco could keep a straight face whatever any emotion he felt but at this moment he couldn’t , you were smiling at Potter being all friendly and such , leading his blood to boil , you were extremely friendly with the annoying Gryffindor!! Yes , he get it , Hufflepuff and all , being nice is the nature , that what made him attached to you in first place , but you were talking and being kind To HIS ENEMY ! You shouldn’t even be talking to him !! In first place !! You were his friend ! HIS !!! You should only talk to him not his enemies !!

“ hoho wow ... we are finally seeing emotions on malfoy face “ Theo couldn’t help but comment with a smug smirk as he earns a harsh scowl from the icy blonde boy “ shut it Nott or I swear the next thing that you will see is my shoes squishing your eyes “ “ he is right though Malfoy , your face is literally changing colours , expression , and literally your eyes are stuck on them ! “ Blaise commented more like stating fact ” that is true also !! , draco do you know what we are doing for this project ? ” pansy gave a questionable look to the pale boy, resulting in draco to run his hand in his hair as he breaths heavily , getting up from his chair “ since you all being Nosy Fucking Twats and it seems like you have plenty of time to blab why don’t you all continue on the project , yeah ? “ with that draco left with glare as he walked out of the library to cool off “ he got it so bad ......” Theo commented with a smirk “ yes completely ” earning an agreement from both Slytherins .

Draco went out , breathing deeply the fresh air , you were his friend and his hate for Harry was no secret for you and you were a Hufflepuff and that was no secret for Draco , he knows ‘ the moral code of the Hufflepuffs’ and how strong did you hold into them .

However what irritated and concerned Draco was you and Potter were friends. Before..... You and him even talked , he is fully aware of Potter ideas about slytherin and him....which leaded to a fear of losing you to him......

Does he trust your judgement? ...........of course he does , does he trust Potter ? Dear Salazar NO .... and that what worries him ... also the idea of you and Harry leaves a sour taste in his mouth , a strong one .

you were quite attractive and you had a decent personality And of course what will make the Gryffindor happier than making the slytherin ‘s life miserable!......... by taking you away from him and as much as he despised it, you and Potter are quite fitted for each other ......but no way in the name of Merlin ’s Bread he would give you to him!!

The slytherin prince now knew for sure that universe actually hated his guts cause just in this moment you and Potter walked out , you , smiling as harry is pointing out the stars while you are carrying a sketch book with your quil as you both admired the dark night sky .

Draco didn’t know what is the assignment was nor he cared about it in this moment , all he cared about was to hear what you and Potter talked about , as the way to do that was neither of you can see him . Causing him to blend with the darkness of the trees shadows

“ and you see here , two days from now we will see Jupiter's movement ! “ Harry explained excitingly causing you to smile “ yes i know !! However ........ I feel it would be hard to see from the astronomy tower as all fifth year students would be there for it ...... do you think we would able to glance it , write the essay and fill the star chart ......? “ you couldn’t help but voice your concerned leading Harry to think for a moment

“ Gryffindor tower !!” “ excuse me ........I meant ......say again..........? “ “ we can see it from the Gryffindor tower !!” “ wait really ??” “ yes , most of students won’t think of this “ “ well I’m sure Hermione did think of that “ you said while giggling a little , making Harry himself chuckle “ of course she would “ he said it , rolling his eyes jokingly as he continued “ we can of course go there .......if you have n-no problem I mean ........” “ of course ! Why would I have a problem in Helga ‘s name ? “ you said giving the chosen boy a big smile , making him grin himself “ excellent ! Meet me in front of the fat lady portrait !” ” you got yourself a deal potter ” you said seriously, resulting in him to chuckle ” beautiful deal I would say ” ” well that was smooth ” you said as you gave the boy in glasses a playful look ” really? I thought it was little sap ” yes kinda but still smooth ” ” ouch well I better go before I say more sappy stuff yeah? See ya tomorrow ” ” see ya!!” you both parted ways, not noticing the hidden boiling fire in the very dark.

Draco was furious and angry, he flirted with you AND YOU FLIRTED BACK !! HE ASKED YOU ON A DATE AND YOU ACCPET IT !! that is a project NOT A CHANCE FOR POTTER TO SNOG YOU !!!

He didn’t like what he saw , in fact, it resulted in leaving a huge fury to swallow his body , to him , it was you choosing Potter over him and it left a wound in the pale boy ‘s heart , like everyone else they would .... he didn’t know why it was hurting , .... it felt like you are leaving him behind .....and replacing him with what people always say, is better than him ........ Draco couldn’t control his emotions anymore resulting in him to run to the slytherin dungeon to be alone with his thoughts , he is not gonna give Potter what he always wanted .... which is a breakdown .

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After two days passed , it was the weekend and Merlin , you didn’t wanna to wake up after a whole week the last day always seemed to be so hard but you needed to get up , no matter what , cause no one would Attend it for you .

An annoyed groan slips from your mouth as you jump out of the bed stretching and getting yourself into your yellow and black uniform , last day but one of the busiest , you have heavy school day not forgetting of course the meeting with Harry. However you were quite excited , you are gonna see the Jupiter movement clearly also you never saw the Gryffindor tower from inside so yes , maybe it will be a good day after all.

Walking out to your first class which was herbology a subject you completely adored , being with professor sprout cheerful personality and voice , some people fainting causing a giggle here and there , the whispers of the plants and finally , A current slytherin shared this class with you and being with him made the hardest things bearable , one of these is Snape class of course , with his help and quiet jokes he made you like it a little ,

Giggling at some old jokes Draco did through the classes you shared , you notice that you arrived to the green house .

You stood inside of the green house with Fanged Geranium sitting on the table showing her teeth in front Of you , as you hear the head of your house talking about the quality of it and how to deal with it , your eyes wondered to check on Draco .

You didn’t see him since you entered , you knew draco likes the green house , even though he would never admit it to the world , you saw the twinkle in his eyes when he is looking to the plants however he was no where in the sight ,

it is like the sky heard you or something and wanted to prove you wrong cause suddenly the door of green house opened quietly , revealing the white haired boy , walking as he bows to the older hufflepuff “oh good dear Helga ..... you are so late Mr.Malfoy !!!” “Im very knowledgeable about that Mrs sprout and I give you my apologies....” the older teacher couldn’t help but sigh “ fine , go take your plant next to Miss L/N .....please miss L/N ....update Mr. Malfoy about the topic ....For the rest , please work on your plants carefully ! I don’t wanna accidents !!! Not again !!!!! “

Even thought he looked perfectly put together , the slytherin ‘s face was looking yellowish , was he sick ? , thinking again - you never saw him yesterday at all ... was something going on ....? However you knew he didn’t like to be pressed for stuff so you just watch him as he took his place next to you ...

you give him the warmest comforting smile “ Draco good morning dear .......did you sleep well “ a nod , you get only a nod from the boy so you try to keep the conversation going “ well ... today we are assigned the plant of Fanged Geranium and we need - “ I actually know about it....... I read about it in a book before , you don’t need to waste your energy yeah? “ like that he cuts you off sharply and for some reason he seemed distance , you were weirded out by that kind of behavior but you thought maybe that is his morning attitude which eventually would disappear ...so you both continued to work in silence .

Soon the class ended , you hear Draco sigh as he walks away to his Slytherin friends , ignoring you completely which weirded you out , he never did that he would at least wave or something or make sure his hand brushed yours giving you a smirk ...his new behavior was weird ....you decided to let it to be , till it is lunch time for you both, -to give him a breath of time- , you will make sure to catch him and ask him about his act .

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Moving from class to class to class you were half done with the day ......finally Merlin ..........you were getting tired from all these classes as now you have the chance to eat for first time in the day as you skipped the frost meal in exchange of sleeping more , cause Dear Helga....... you were almost dead tired from the whole week and you needed these extra hours .

As you were running from the class , ready for the feast that will be served to your groaning stomach , you got faced by the crowded halls .

Trying to make your way through , you pumped into the slytherin prince, however before you open your mouth , he looked to you in the eyes then just walked away without of course forgetting to pump his shoulder into yours .........saying you were surprised would be underestimating .....what was this all about ...why he is being like that ....you were best friends ......well .....he was your best friend at least.......you were confused and somehow getting an anxious feelings in you Body . That you forget that you froze in mid of hallway till someone told you to move ,resulting into you falling back to the reality , shoving all bad feelings into the back of your head , you start to move to the grand hall .

You sat in the grand hall , Eating your food .......well..........trying , you don’t know what happened but somehow the food didn’t taste as amazing as you imagined or maybe you just lost your appetite, either how, you just ate the food cause your body was in desperate need of energy recharge and the least you need is to faint and let Harry do the work , he was your close friend and that wasn’t fair to anyone in first place .

While eating you glanced The Malfoy Boy , Getting up after finishing his food and going outside , you jump on your feet as fast as you can walking in hurry to catch up to him , as soon as you did , you both were in the halls . “ draco “ you called , no answer “ draco , it is rude to not answer me ! Stop being a child and talk to me “ these words made the pale boy stop in his heels and turn to face you with cold gaze “ wanna talk ? Sure let s talk then ! ”

You took a deep breath to calm your soaring Anger ...someone needed to be the grown up now “ why are you behaving like that !!! What is this all about !!!” “Oh you recall fully what is this all about ....!” You were stunned......... what did you do you? “ what do you mean?” “ well you know what ....forget it !!” “ you know you are not communicating right now !!! I wanna comprehend what is it !” “ oh if I’m not communicating well then why don’t you go to Potter, I’m sure he will fulfill this for you better !”

So this what all of this about ......... with this foolish rivalry!!!...“ draco you totally realize that he is a friend !! Yes, you both are not in best terms but he is still my friend !!” “ yes, but witch !!! being in good terms with him doesn’t mean , being flirtatiousness and snogging him in the gryfindor tower !!! “ “ you were spying on me !!!!” You were sick....you are feeling sick from how the Slytherin boy felt so entitled to spy on you , and question you !!!who does he think Himself is! “ I wasn’t spying , you were the ones who were in public“ “ but you chose to hear it!You were spying !!!” ”Well even if I did !! I was protecting you !! I DONT TRUST HIM “ “ well right now It is you who I don’t trust !!! ....this is not protection THIS YOU TRYING TO CONTROL MY LIFE !! IN WHAT ENTITLEMENT DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN TO FEEL LIKE THAT IS YOUR RIGHT !! IM NOT SOMETHING TO BE OWNED !! I DESERVE RESPECT ! “ you quieted for a moment to take a breath from the pervious outburst before continuing “ And from this sorry .....but I don’t see that you have that for me and I don’t think I would like to be friends anymore “ Draco eyes widened at this for a second almost missing it out before his straight cold look came back “ fine as you wish “ with that he walked away , leaving you behind with tears dripping out of your eyes .

Draco rushed through the halls to reach his perfect room fast , he felt chocked by all crowds that started to fill the halls , he felt the tears already were about to come out and the last thing he needed was the whole school to witness Draco Malfoy crying about a girl that he doesn’t comprehend what he feel about her and hurt him , barely reaching the slytherin common room without breaking down . The slytherin boy shuttered the password out of his lips ,hurrying to his perfect bedroom ignoring the glances that he was getting from his house mates , locking the door as he finally let all his emotions out in the loneliness of his room not attending the rest of the day .

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You were getting ready to meet Harry for astronomy project , trying to hold all the emotions inside, like you did for the rest of the day after the dilemma with Draco , you didn’t see him after and that was better for you , you didn’t know how will you react , you trusted him but he has no respect for you , he was acting like you are his doll not his equal .....he didn’t trust you , you felt so small and disrespected , you wanted to cry not cause of him no but cause you feel you trusted someone one who didn’t see you for who you are but saw your as object but you won’t let someone who thought like that stop your life , you looked at yourself noticing your outfit : a lacy off white blouse with lantern sleeves with Peter Pan collar . blue straight ankle length jeans and beige ankle boots ,

breathing a deep breath , you look put together and that is what you wanted , you didn't want anyone to notice your mood and the tears that slipped here and there , the last thing you need to hear ‘are you okay ‘ , cause you knew for sure these words will make you cry , and you don’t wanna to explain to Harry The Who stupidity of situation and causing more drama .

Rushing out of the warm dorm of the Hufflepuff common room to the halls as you walked fast to read the fat lady portrait praying to helga in her grave to not make you face to face with the slytherin boy , as you reach the painting you took a deep breath, Causing a look from the lady in painting , you felt for a second like you almost forgot to breath from how anxious you were till you feel a hand on your shoulder , causing you to turn , you see the brown haired boy with his famous smile as if it is contiguous you smiled without feeling “ did I make you wait for long?” “ oh no no no not at all !! I just came here ! “ “ so ummm shall we ?” You nod with a smile , the gryffindor muttered the password of the week , showing a grand hole as entrance, you both crawl inside of the Gryffindor room , taking the whole inside of you, the room was warm and cozy just missing some plants and It would be a copy of your own house room somehow that was calming .

The chosen boy was correct, not many people was there and of course Hermione was there with some Ravenclaw and Ron causing you to giggle a bit without feeling it , knowing what this was about Harry himself let an airy laugh “ yes yes you were correct ....now stop , she is giving us looks!! “ the boy whispered trying to hold his laughter , indeed the girl was giving you look like you both are crazy or something , as you both failed to hold your laughter , but it was quite humorous for some reason , some gryfindors were there with their groups but it was so few That you can count them on your fingers .

Both of you and Harry settled down close to the window , talking as you admired the stars, trying to fill the chart and waiting to see Jupiter movement “ god when the bloody hell will it show “ you couldn’t help but giggle as you hear Ron hearing him resulting to get a hit from Hermione “ he is right though Harry we have been waiting for long “ you said as you stretched your legs that almost were falling off from having them in same position for long “ “I think it will show soon ....” “ SHH it is happening !!” Hermione screamed on top of her lungs causing Ron to roll his eyes .

you watched......... memorised by the whole thing , it was marvellous thing ... all this beauty happening by nature ...nature amazed you with everything it provided and how beautifully it is done , you for sure won’t forget that ....

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After long time of writing the essay , giggling at Ron foolishness , joking around , and helping each other in that pain in the arse assignment.... Yet it was somehow fun, painful work but fun .

later it was done ,Harry walked you to the painting and after huge back and forth, you convinced him that you would be fine going back to your room and nothing to be worried about.

you are now enjoying your walk to the hufflepuff common room , feeling the cold air and the soundlessness, cooling you, ......finally the weekend , done with the deadly assignment , sighing deeply , you realised you reached the entry , you play the rhythm to enter , ready to be welcomed by the talking plants and the warm room ,

This positivity get demolished by seeing a curtain blonde head youth sitting in front of the entry like a dog scolded by his owner , as soon as he sees you , he is quick on his feet , fixing his hair by running a hand in it

“ you are here .....y/n .....” “ ..........Malfoy ......” “ please don’t call me that ......” “ why it is your name , eh ? “ “y/n .........please......... don’t ........” you raise an eyebrow to him questionably , knowing your slient question, you see his face going from emotion to emotion to emotion as he tried to open his mouth to speak “I-I-I apologize for my foolishness and you are fully ........correct .....the way I behaved ...............childish was the way I acted ......I apologize again ......” draco sharp grey eyes was staring hard into your soul trying to read your face , try to see if you hated him or does he has any chance with your forgiveness .

You close your eyes breathing heavily for a second , you didn’t want to look into his eyes , you saw how swollen his bloody shot eyes were and he looked miserable however though some parts of you wanted to forgive the boy, you weren’t satisfied “draco .......the reason of your -“ “ I respect you ........way more than the words can tell .....and you totally deserve to know why this behavior..............it is not cause .....I don’t respect you no ..................it is cause some stupid silly emotions that let......me act like that -“ “ jealousy “

Gulping hard at the name of the emotion , Draco never felt jealous ever !! He is a Malfoy people felt jealous from him not the opposite what he wanted he got it , so this was a hard pill to swallow to him “ ...yes and had some fears.......... about potter.........and his thought about me ....resulting you .............to ........stop being with me ................. “ you held draco hands , finally realizing his feelings And for first time you see a rosiness tint on his cheeks , draco wasn’t very touching persona ....as he was so tense about it but he was used to it from you, later two years from knowing you nevertheless, he never flushed , he was accepting, awkwardly though , but no blushing , yet in his state you won’t point it out , it was already hard for him opening up and you appreciated and you wanna be comforting as you can as you try to calm his creeping anxiety . “ Draco I would never replace or leave cause someone opinion ever !! You mean so much to me !! I can’t imagine you out of my life ....you are very important and unreplaceable to me and thank you for apologising “ you say as you hug him , causing his body to go tense before warping his shaking arms around before squeezing you tightly as he bury his face in your shoulder , your run your hand in his soft messy hair as you hear him speak softly “ I discovered a new emotion also ....” “hmm ?” ..........Love..............”

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I don't know if there is going to be part two!! But I hope you all like this

[harrypotter-imaginess]

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Based on this Headcanon list (x) : Part 1 Here! / Part 2 Here! / Part 3 Here! <This is Part 4!>

You sigh, eyes glancing back at your watch.

Maybe it’s off?

You wouldn’t put it past Fred to screw up the time on your watch just so you would show up an hour early to your class, wondering if it was always this dark at eight in the morning.

But if Fred did mess with your watch, how does that explain everyone else? You turn to your right and look at a group of third and fourth years scattered around the room. Surely he couldn’t have changed the time in everyone’s watch.

Though at this point you know better than to assume anything is impossible for Fred Weasley, especially if he’s able to get George on board with his pranks.

You sigh, eyes sweeping over the room again. The chatting has long died down, now it looks like all those late nights in the common room playing exploding snap are finally beginning catching up.

Especially when the class was missing the particularly loud and somewhat entertaining antics of the one and only, Gilderoy Lockhart. It wasn’t that it was particularly fun to watch his nonsensical lessons or anything- but at least it was something to watch. And as long as you were barley competent, you could get by just fine on the “pop quizzes” he had. Though they were really more like magazine quizzes about how well you knew him.

Plus he was pretty good looking, though you would rather die than admit that to Fred or George.

Speaking of your favorite pair of doppelgängers-

You turn to look at your side, the two chair next to you on the long bench are vacant. Well, it’s not like it’s totally unusual for them to skip class. You can count on one hand how many times they’ve been excited to come to defense against the dark arts this year. But-

But... they usually invite you when they do decide to play hooky.

Maybe they didn’t invite you because you’re always persuading them to come to class instead. ‘You don’t want a howler from your Mum now do you?’ You would say, pushing them towards the class.

Maybe they just don’t think you’re fun to be around anymore. No, no, they’re your friends- you can’t start thinking like that, there must be a good reason why-

“Hey (Y/N/N)” George squeezes past you, plopping into the chair next to you with a soft rattle.

His hair’s sticking every which way, his robe is crooked, and his tie isn’t even tied, just hanging limply along his neck. 

“You don’t even have your bag George” you hiss, did he finally get into a fist fight with Draco Malfoy? You’ve told them both not to think too hard about how he called you-

“Wait where’s Fred?” You look to the door, expecting to see a messy head of fire red hair walk through the door, sporting bruises and maybe a grin like his black eye is a gold medal.

But instead, there’s a familiar head of golden hair standing in the doorway. It’s Gilderoy Lockhart. There’s no doubt about it, the image of him is perfect. Of course it’s your professor.

Of course it is.

But there’s something about the way he carries himself? Like he’s still getting used to having legs so short. The way his smile seems a little more...mischievous than usual, that twinkle of absolute delight in those strangely familiar eyes.

“Oh no” you mumble, but George grins from beside you.

“I’m not going to be needing my bag, and neither are you” George whispers in your ear, and you turn to look at him.

They didn’t.

“Good afternoon class, sorry I’m late! I was admiring myself in one of my thirty mirrors and the time just...got away from me.” ‘Professor Lockhart’ says flashing his class the most condescending smile you have ever seen.

“That’s not a lie you know, we did find him admiring himself in the mirror” George whispers, your face is in your hands but you don’t need to look at him to know he’s got a pleased grin on his face.

“It’s why it was so easy to knock him out and shove him into the teachers lounge- he never even saw it coming”

Well at least they didn’t shove him into a broom closet.

“Now class, I would like you to write a list of things you love about me-“ there’s a collective groan and the rustle of parchment but neither you and George don’t move a muscle.

“Four feet at least!” Fred, in his Lockhart-skin-suit bellows, which earns another collective groan from the rest of the class.

“So what, did you draw the short stick, why aren’t you up there?” You ask jerking your head towards Fred, it looks like the more fun part of the prank honestly. It also seems like the sweetest m form of revenge after old Gildy gave you three detention last week for showing up late to class, but you won’t mention that.

George only shrugs.

Honestly ninety percent of this situation was Fred’s poor impulse control. One second they were running late to class, and George was worrying about getting detention because if he has to scrub all those awards for Filch again he won’t be able to hold a quil - and the next thing he knows he’s carrying Lockhart by his feet into the teachers lounge.

“He’s the showman, I’m just the side kick.” George shrugs, it’s been that way since they were kids. Fred would come up with an idea and George would follow his lead.

Not that he’s upset about it. It’s always interesting, he’s hasn’t been bored in years. Still, he can’t help but wonder if they didn’t share the same face, would he and Fred be as close as they are now?

Or would he be just as easily replaced, most likely by Lee Jordan. Well Ron might make a more susceptible accomplice, would anyone do-

“And where would our fearless leader be without his trustworthy sidekicks?” You say, a hint of a smile twitching at the corner of your lips. Your voice drawing George out of his thoughts.

“Probably in detention” You muse, that or jail, because technically they assaulted their professor, and that’s got to be a serious offense.

George laughs next to you, well you’ve got a point. If it wasn’t for you and him, you three would have been expelled long ago. He’s about to lean over and whisper something in your ear when some interrupts him mid motion.

“Weasley and (L/N), less flirting and more quil movement, yes?” He really sounds like Fred right there, a hint of an accent peaking through. Not that anyone other than you and George seem to notice. They’re all too busy contemplating how embarrassing it must be to get called out for not paying attention by Gilderoy Lockhart of all people.

You manage to not roll your eyes, sifting through your bag until you pull out some parchment.

“Geez four feet? That’s kind of excessive” you mumble while George is holding back laughter so violent he’s actually shaking.

“You know he’s just teasin’ right? It’s not like Lockhart’s actually going to grade these-“ and then a horrible realization dawns on him.

Half of the reason they thought this plan would work is because someone as pompous as Gilderoy Lockhart would never admit that two teenage boys hit him over the head with one of his books, and shoved him on a sofa (after tying his shoe laces together).

No, good old Gildy would go along like nothing had even happened, perhaps he’d even believe that nothing had really happened. Not enough sleep and too much caffeine do result in memory loss. And who can sleep with ‘the heir of Slytherin’ on the loose?

Ordering-sorry, assigning them to write four feet worth of parchment about what they admire about their professor sounds exactly like something he would do.

“Fucking Fred.” George hisses, why did he bloody have to pick four feet? Wouldn’t just one foot have sufficed? But no, the great Fred could never- ‘it adds enthusiasm, it’s all about the drama’ he would say.

Well where’s your god damn drama now that your best friend and brother are about to fail this god forksaken class, all because you couldn’t say one foot instead of f*cking four, George wants to scream.

You sigh, cutting your parchment in half, handing one half to George. You’ve only got four feet on you, you didn’t think you would need any more than that, so the both of you are just going to have to turn in two feet each.

“Sure would be a shame if Fred came back to the dorm and found, oh I don’t know, fifty spiders in his bed” you muse as you pull out two quills, and a bottle of ink. You’ve only got the one bottle, you’ll have to share.

But George isn’t paying any mind to the ink and parchment situation, instead he’s grinning at your suggestion. He always knew you had a wicked streak.

“Yeah it would be a real shame if say, two people were to go down to Hagrid’s hut, collect some drool from Fang, and smear it all over Fred’s robes” You peer at George from the corner of your eye, trying to hide your smile behind your hand.

“Oh well now wouldn’t that just be awful, hypothetically of course” You say, looking down to your parchment

“Truly a tragedy” He responds with a grin.

[wildcardaces]

@ruby-static "art crunch" edition!

Because i managed to forget to post last night and i already drew some stuff again- its a two in one!

Shawn: *pun*

Quil: *pun*

Quil n shawn: *laughing*

Also shawn: pls marry me-

AKFJWIGKVUWHFUSV GOD SHAWN!

Shawn: my pronouns are he/him and if you misgender me, clay n quil will eat ur kneecaps

Clay: yo im clay

Quil: im quil

That moment when shawn is probably not lying either- quil would probably go straight for the knees. Clay definitely would!

Shawn: hi! Can i have an all cheese pizza please? Yo anna what do you want?

Anna: eh, fillet-o-fish

Shawn: ew wtf dude why fillet-o-fish thats gross

Anna: dude youre currently eating pizzas with every type of cheese on it shut the fuck up

Best friends so friendly banter together XD

Suddenly- pibby references god help me-

Shawn: i wonder whats going on in he-

Anna: SHAWN CLOSE THE FUCKING DOOR NOW!

Shawn: WELP- uh- whatever it is, got herbert lol-

Anna: GOD-

giant glitch mass outside your door? Its more likely than you think!

And the finale!

"yOU ARE BUT A MERE PLAYTHING TO INCOMPRESSIBLE GODS!"

Anna: wow damn that's wild and also sucks anyways do you think there's a comic about me?

Breaking the fourth wall be like *WHEEZE*