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she's trying her best...on the wrong account
#oh my god if Artemy is a metaphor for jesus then is Aglaya just a very dedicated catholic fan?#your honour it was not heresy to find love in a stranger amidst the plague outbreak I was sent to solve#if you'd kindly move your attention to this printed paper I have here of his top 3 kins in this list#then you'd notice at third place just under apple dash that the holy son's name is written in clear bold letters#therefore Artemy Burakh is a jesus kinnie and as a devoted inquisitor of the church it was my duty to clap his che-#need to invent a ship name#aglaya first ofc bc she tops so#Lilurakh#lilchakh#so many possibilities#Artlilich#that one is good it rolls off the tongue#Artlaya#layart#Aglemy#I'm just making up new words at this point hopefully I don't end up spelling someone's made up oc name by accident#Artlilich is my fav tho#artemy x aglaya#aglaya x artemy#artemy burakh#aglaya lilich#♡otherfandoms#♡pathologic#pathologic 2#pathologic classic hd#pathologic#memes#lilakh
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FANFICTION: Weasley Twins x Reader (Slytherin Girl) - Part 25
WARNINGS: passionate kissing, British swearing
For once, you're happy to go to your classes. They'll hopefully help get your mind off of all of your problems. And, even better, today you get to continue Harry's Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons. Towards the end of your second class, your excitement keeps you from focusing on the assignment. Once it is time for lunch, you gobble down your food and hurry the twins to do the same, and then the three of you head up to the Room of Requirement.
You're a little disappointed when Harry begins with the basics. Though it seems simple, Harry insists that the disarming spell, "expelliarmus", could mean the difference between life and death. He has Ron help him demonstrate the spell. They point their wands at each other, Harry speaks the magic word, and Ron's wand goes soaring across the room.
"Alright then..." Harry says, turning back to the crowd. "Let's split up into pairs. Everyone, find a partner."
Almost immediately, Fred and George latch onto each of your arms.
"Y/n is my partner!" George announces to the world, pulling you closer to himself.
Fred tugs you the other way. "No, she's mine," he chortles, as if George was joking.
"Ladies, please," you say, wrenching yourself free of the twins' hands. "Control yourselves!"
George chuckles sheepishly, running a hand through his thick, red hair. Fred merely shrugs with a shameless grin.
"Are you guys having any trouble?" It's Harry. He's been walking around, checking on his new pupils.
"Yeah," replies Fred. "Trouble picking partners."
"Oh. Well, uh..." Harry searches the room. "It looks like everyone else is paired up. I suppose I can be someone's partner... George?"
George's shoulders slump forward, and he looks at you like a sad puppy. "Yeah, alright. Lead the way, Professor Potter." You hear Harry laugh as you follow Fred over to a vacant corner of the room where you both can spar, and it makes you smile. Harry hardly ever laughs anymore.
"Alright, let's do this!" Fred exclaims, obviously happy that he got you as his partner. He points his wand at you, standing with his right foot forward, and holds his left hand out behind him.
You laugh. "We're not fencing, you know."
Fred's enthusiasm dies for a brief moment, his stance weakening. "Well, I—"
"Expelliarmus!" you shout, and Fred is left empty handed.
Fred's mouth hangs open in shock. "Y/n...!"
You shrug your shoulders and flutter your eyelashes at him innocently. "I'm only playing the game!"
The surprise on Fred's handsome face turns into a dangerously sly expression that makes your face redden. "I see," he says. He doesn't move to fetch his wand, but starts slowly toward you instead. "If that's how you want to play it..." You walk backwards, giggling giddily and wondering what he plans to do as he draws closer. When you think you've reached the wall and don't run into hard stone, you look back to find that an open doorway has magically formed behind you. You gasp in alarm while Fred grins crookedly, totally unfazed. It seems that the Room of Requirement has created a small hiding spot for just the two of you. You silently thank the Room as Fred finishes, "Then you won't mind if I cheat a little bit."
Fred corners you into the little stone cubicle with a rather fervent, perfectly intoxicating kiss. His big, warm hands cup the sides of your face gently, yet purposefully. You absolutely bask in the moment, closing your eyes and once again letting your head spin because of that delightful honey-redwood scent. You feel Fred's hands slide from your face and down your arms. It isn't until your wand slips out of your grasp that you realize what Fred is doing, and your eyes snap open.
Fred backs away and holds up your wand with a triumphant smile. "Expelliarmus," he sniggers.
You laugh out loud, but quickly stop yourself in case the Room of Requirement didn't make the walls sound-proof. "I'm not even angry," you snort, taking your wand back and tossing it aside (a soft pillow conveniently appears to catch it before it hits the floor). Fred's eyebrows rise in surprise when you grab his loosely knotted Gryffindor tie and tug on it teasingly. "But I might be soon if you don't come back here."
The tops of Fred's ears turn red and he clears his throat, grinning flusteredly. "Yes, ma'am!" he laughs and obediently proceeds to kiss you again, swiftly picking up an intense level of energy that sends your heart pounding as you do your best to match it.
But Fred's exceeding height makes it difficult for you two to reach each other. Fred has to bend down quite a bit; you want to wrap your arms around his neck, but can't entirely even when you're standing on the tips of your toes.
"You... are... too... tall!" you giggle in between kisses.
Fred lets out a low grumble that communicates something in between agreement and impatience.
Then, to your surprise, Fred clamps his large hands around your waist and lifts, carrying you like a pot of water a couple paces before sitting you down on a sort of stone bench (that wasn't there before) which protrudes from the wall about four and a half feet above the ground.
You're delighted to discover that you are now sitting at precisely Fred's height. He appears satisfied as well, smiling that handsome, crooked grin before diving for your lips once again.
Fred kisses you passionately, fiercely, hungrily, pushing you up against the wall like he can't get you close enough. Now you easily hug his neck, feeling your hands around his strong back and broad shoulders. Fred's own hands gradually come back around out of the hug and slip down your waist to rest at your hips, his forearms on your legs. His kisses slacken and begin to move.
Fred kisses the side of your mouth, then your cheek, and beneath your ear. You've closed your eyes by now and open them momentarily when you feel his fingers brush your hair aside. Fred follows with a line of lovely kisses that trail down your neck, causing goosebumps to rise on your arms, and your eyelids close again involuntarily. Fred comes to a halt when his mouth reaches the collar of your dress shirt that keeps him from going any further.
"Hmm," Fred's deep voice hums in your ear. You hold back what would be an enjoyed shiver, and feel something tug lightly at your collar. "I'd very much like to remove this..."
You feel yourself blush severely, but he can't see it so you play it off coolly with a chuckle. "Sorry, love," you say softly, petting the back of his head. "It's not the time and place for it."
"I suppose you're right," Fred sighs in mild disappointment. He plants one more kiss on your lips and pulls away. "Though I can't imagine—"
You gasp as the sudden realization hits you, and Fred's eyebrows lift in surprise. "The time!How long have we been here? Is lunchtime over yet? Has everyone left?"
"Ah," Fred replies, nodding once. He helps you down off of the stone seat before you can squirm off. "I doubt George would leave without us." You go to snatch your wand from the pillow and you rush out of the little room with Fred close behind.
"There you are!" It's George. Other than you and Fred, he's the only person left in the Room of Requirement. He comes trotting up to you, wearing a relieved smile. He hands Fred his wand. "Where in the world did the both of you bloody apparate to?"
"Over there," Fred responds, jutting his thumb back over his shoulder. You and George look to see nothing but a full, stone wall, and you wonder how no one had noticed the opening while you and Fred had occupied it. "We only stepped away for a quick peck."
A contagious, ecstatic grin spreads across George's just previously confused face, and he looks to you. You blush slightly and shrug. "It was a little more than a peck..."
Then George looks down somewhere below your gaze, and his expression morphs into one of concern. "What's that on your neck?" he asks.
Your hand immediately flies to the side of your neck where Fred had kissed you. No way. That's all it had been, right? Only kisses. There's no way Fred had given you a... a hickey without you realizing it... right? You swallow nervously and turn to face Fred with a look of partially accusatory questioning.
"No! Nope, I did no such thing!" Fred snorts, shaking his head back and forth quickly. He glares half jokingly at George who laughs.
"George!" You punch him hard in the arm. "You had me scared out of my socks!"
George rubs his bicep in pain, but continues to laugh. Fred can't help but join in and soon you have to let go of your anger and find yourself chuckling, too.
"How did you know?" you ask George as you, him, and Fred exit the Room of Requirement with your arms linked together (with you in the middle, as usual). "That I'd fall for that?"
"Fred always goes for the neck," George responds simply.
"Wha— I do not!" Fred defends, and you laugh.
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dawntrail msq, 92-95
earthenshire
i'm just getting this out ahead of time. if this ends in another cheese debacle im. pls don't
apparently 'use your words to ask for things' is a concept that moblins are allergic to. god dammit
koana is that guy who studied abroad for a semester and came home all 'they do it Like This in Sharlayan We Should Too'
dont love that he's internalised so much that the foreign way is besterest, or that the writing keeps half supporting his assertions
[while standing right next to an aethyryte] whyyyyy do we have to taaaake a booooooooat
wait this is why we had that aside with the melodramatic elf wasn't it. sigh
so as well as speedrunning his character arc he's speedrun his citizenship arc. good for him i guess?
cool, role quests unlocked. time to ignore those until level 98
okay the gulool jaja fight was p fun
also i like that this whole hting isn't just. heeheehoohoo trial by combat goes brrr. he's like if izaro actually rubbed his braincells together and didn't set the empire up to fail
[koana voice] everyone will think twice about fighting us once we have advanced technology
yes that's definitely how this works. also absolutely the reason garlemald left sharlayan alone. not because sharlayan kept running away like the cowardly fucks they are.
wow. gee. lamat got herself catnapped this definitely wasn't incredibly predictable
doing the stealth section while it's pissing it down with rain so my girl has her bright white umbrella out = top tier
well. koana's not having kids the old fashioned way
and once again we all just. stand there like muppets while the bad guy retreats.
then again literally all of this could have been avoided if someone had. escorted the catgirl when she was lured into the Very Obvious Trap. sigh
either way this is going to end with one of the cats on the throne and the other in an advisory capacity. and i hate it
i had to xp grind here bc of Miscalculations. how embarassing -_-
worlar's echo
finally realising that the urqopacha day theme has the same opening as the sohm al theme. concerned about what further parallels are going to be drawn. is valigarmanda nidhogg's ex? is estinien going to get posessed again? pls say no
at least there's not a blue hair elf pld for them to kill off this time
okay so i was wrong about valigarmanda. i still expect that the seal in the city will house a boss fight, though.
new prediction: the feat of ice will start with 'strengthen valigarmanda's prison', and end up being 'actually just fucking kill it'
pretty purple bird. it's the next dungeon boss isnt it
dungeon 2 - worqor zamor
alisae green dps LMAO
how i feel during prog sometimes. tbh
krile uses aoe spells?? in dungeon??? what is this MADNESS
hot Damn i like boss 1 a lot. it's cute but also its mechanics are kinda fun
i also like that trusts don't just run to the safe spot straight away any more. little details in programming them that makes them seem more human
boss 3's no slouch either. honestly a good dungeon alround tbh
the gear is unique too. dyes too
aaay got the orc roll too
valigarmanda
...and we didn't use erenville's magic macguffin when lamat was missing because....?
WHY COULDNT WE FEED IT THE INFORMATION IN THE FIRST PLACE. christ this is so needlessly padded
the normal was pretty fun. ex hopefully will be interesting. the persistent dot on everyone after the add phase was an interesting touch. music slaps too
it occured to me about half way through that if valigarmanda is/was an auspice, it probably lost itself to aramitama at some point, which is. sad, honestly. give your local long lived sentient animal a hug before they go mad and blow the world up
also i noticed krile casting aero ii at vali and. i guess her ai script just loops aoe spells in part of it, instead of being smart enough to tell between single target and multiple targets. at least she aoes i guess.
oh. the "golden city" was amarout wasn't it. 🙃🔫
iq br'aax
so instead of using our words and just. asking someone what this recipe is, we're going to watch people and divine a particular recipe from the aether. why is this storyline so allergic to people talking to each other like adults
what am i saying this is xiv nobody talks to each other like adults. urianger least of all.
[consults crafting log] well either it's higher than level 95, requires a master crafting book, or doesn't exist. there i solved the trial can we- [dragged off stage out back]
...why the fuck is french toast a level 93 recipe
oh okay i used my words and asked someone and we were forbidden from being told this information so i guess we're just following quest markers until we stumble upon it by happenstance and exposition
oh my god alphinaud shut up about the fuckin firewood
brokering peace by appealing to a greater xenophobia is. it sure is a tactic i guess
not that he's wrong per se but like.
if there's been peace for eighty years tho, and barring the use of something like black rose, you'd have thought the cinderfields would have grown back by now. ash is a wonderful fertiliser, after all. but what do i know
(even then the east end still has more regrowth that. an old battlefield in the middle of a rainforest? okay.)
pls krile i powerleveled cul so i could afk macro my own consumables. i do not cook
i keep periodically remembering the person responsible for overseeing this expac and i'm just. yeah. the heavy handedness. yeah.
Oh Boy Parenthood Drama man
Wuk Lamat Has Two Dads (but no mom. xiv pls)
"several cutscenes" says the prompt, while there's the telltale solo instance marker around an npc. sure, jan
apparently squex did not in fact get the memo that people hate rp battles
wol: [popcorn intensifies]
mamook
we are actually visiting. an entire map during a single arc of the story. this is unprecedented. at least outide of final zones, anyway. which i know this isn't bc my shared fate and aether current trackers are half empty
you know i. i'm extremely not a fan of how it's the lizards of all the groups here that are the supremacists who are not above lying/cheating/stealing/etc. just saying
SILVERSCALES MENTIONED
actually i've been sorta wishing i could bring it up. 'yeah i beat several shades out of him for bullying harmless tonberries. who then finished him off with their knives, yes, but fucker had it coming'
why are there alkonosts here 👀 not that it really matters but. pretty birb-not-birb
man we're gearing up to Power Of Friendship the racist supremacists again aren't we
whatever. lower yak'tel is so pretty, i can't wait to fish here :3
i like how everyone assumes that we're on the level and didn't murder bakool for his blessed scales like he kinda deserved
GLOW IN THE DARK BANANAS
actually i just saw a glow in the dark skeletal alkonost and now im wondering if the glow in the dark isn't like. radiation or someshit
i guess it tracks that the one thing wuk lamat would learn from the wol would be the ability to look at an enemy who despises everything that they are and go. "FRIEND SHAPED. :D"
oh okay we're Power Of Science (And Also Friendship)-ing our way out of this
which is great and all but man. sometimes people are just power hungry dicks, you know? this is the same shit we went through in garlemald. 'waugh they were only xenophobic warmongers because they had to live in a shitty country and people were shitty to them'. which, again. werlyt author -_-
...the catboy's going to quit, isn't he
ilevel for this battle is 666. lmao
"everyone ready?" erenville: [flees]
i didnt realise roegadyn were from yorkshire
i'm going to go out on a limb here and assume the fact that kettie is still alive is connected to something in not!amaurot
im also going to crash here bc its 2am and ive been awak since [looks at clock] too early. TMORROW: WE CONTINUE
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chapters 11 & 12!
she is my ryuzaki... (honestly though, i'm really glad she's not just a picture & we get to see her in action(? hopefully! :D)
back to the usual aren't we bwehehe.... ahhh poor tobari though TT_TT upset for understandable reasons and he doesn't get any comfort, let alone answers. just shocked faces and Miharu
... i said this word for word the other day when i was out & about ...
i really do like what they ended up going with here... regardless of which side "wins" in getting the kinjutsu(? they spell it like kinjitsu in the tl...), it'll end up back in yoite or miharu's hands. there's just the hope that they actually have the chance to meet with each other before their groups figure it out, i suppose... grahhh;; knowing this inevitability as contrasted to the grey wolves + fuuma's intentions to sacrifice however many they must... seems this shinrabanshou always causes unnecessary bloodshed in its wake
i know it's just because he's sitting down, but i just imagine him lifting miharu up like a particularly mischievous cat here...
real talk though, it's a bit scary seeing how quickly tobari picked up on the restrictions, even if it was a self-imposed secret. he's a perceptive fellow when he's not being actively tortured... but also. grahhh. at least miharu redirects him here, because we've seen how he gets when he's defensive TT_TT mustn't be reckless...
she has the range... i'm so scared what's happening though. saraba speak to me
okay i giggled... the long pause between here. he really tried his best tobari. promise.
just. so much dread in my heart. he's leaving you behind so quickly tobari, but it's the same freedom you wanted him to keep. which includes "the opportunity to make mistakes" ... wails. if not, how will he learn, all of that... though tobari's experience w it is the reason he struggles so much now with making those decisions. woe...
;_; well that certainly explains it. for a freak <3 (said so affectionately)
each chapter tobari is just going through the wringer. oh my god. she's so cool though
hmmm... how true would this be w the past in question. because she has mentioned that it's affected by current emotional states; but there's also the idea that tobari simply took the blame to make it easier...
she's so funny <3 also miharu just barely peeking over... <3
damn, just carrying the conversation on her own too x'] you know, this would relieve a lot of stress for yoite having to speak aloud (kidding. he'll simply find more stressors in the fact nothing can be hidden. cooler, new problems to behold) -- but also just. continuously dragging tobari toward the front... i know he's the adult here so of course more negotiations have to be focused with him, but. it hurts me to see...
god she is terrifying, but it's SO fucking cool. especially for her line of work, there's hardly any question as to how she's reached the top this way -- & she'd probably be the most effective up there anyhow... so quick to cut...
this whole scene. is going to kill me. oh miharu... but also the reference of. why don't you try to take a look for those forgotten memories... i will be so joyous if i was correct somehow bwehehe...
oho... is this the first time that we've seen it fully... i was wondering if she would be able to read much of the knowledge within, or if it'd be so overwhelming & otherwise harm her, but i somehow didn't expect the shinrabanshou to react so quickly... yesss.... yesss.... <- sicko
ahuu... points. yoite mention.
really though, it is interesting seeing what the grey wolves are up to during all of this... really helps to humanize them in a few ways, although i'm very afraid to see what comes of. aheem. this.
#trembling.. a bit of reprieve here. ever slightly.#well not for miharu or tobari. at all. but it's fine ^_^ repression saves them. trust.#jestersvaguely#nnolb
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1, 9, 10, 11, and 25, in case you are still taking asks for that fanfiction thing. :)
Sure! :)
1. Do you know how you want the story to end when you start, or are you just stumbling through the figurative wilderness hoping to find a road?
It depends. For my chaptered fics I usually have at least some idea of how I want it to end, it's figuring out all the middle stuff to get there that's the issue. For my one shots it's more likely that I'm just writing based on a concept and I will figure out an end as I am writing it.
9. In an ideal world where you’re already super successful and published, would you want to see a TV or movie adaptation of your work? Why or why not?
Already answered here. :)
10. At what point in the process do you come up with titles, and how easy or hard is that for you?
It's usually one of the last things I do before posting and it's usually something I dread. It's pretty rare that I will have a title before that point because I do find it difficult. I don't use song lyrics or popular quotes/references unless I really feel like it fits the story, and I came up with this dumb idea that it would be cool to make my TBBT fic titles sound like headings in science articles/journals, so it takes a while sometimes.
11. What’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? Also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?
I feel like the majority of my research is going back through episode transcripts to make sure I remembered canon events correctly, and also looking up definitions to make sure that word I just used actually does mean what I think it means. I have found myself doing more research for fics ever since I started writing about TBBT, but still nothing too extensive. At the end of the day, I'm more interested in telling a good story than getting every single little detail correct. Anyway, here are some things I've looked up for my fics semi-recently:
size and thickness of a Nobel Prize medal
medical term for a hangover
hotels in Stockholm, Sweden
how far does the Earth move around the sun in 1 second
medical term for sleep-talking
Star Trek weapons
vow renewal ceremonies
the Dirac equation
25. What’s your revision or rewriting process like?
Usually I will read it over once or twice to (hopefully) catch any spelling/grammar issues, then I will send it over to my beta reader. Once I hear back from him, I'll decide if I want to make any changes based on his comments or not. Once that's done, I start prepping to post and will give it at least one more read through which is also usually when I make last minute double checks on any canon facts I included. If I feel like something is just off anywhere in that process, I will open up a brand new document and type the whole thing out again and revise as I'm doing that, but that only happens occasionally. That's pretty much it.
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The grind is real
In December I finished the first draft of my book. It took four years to write. When I tallied it all up, it came to 322,000 words. This is a bit of a problem, because long books are still less than 200k and really those are only written by well-established super-famous authors or more-money-than-sense self publishers (or both).
So, it needs to be edited down. But where? To figure that out, I needed to do a full editing pass. Read through beginning to end, making notes, then go through putting all the corrections and changes to make it good and ready to put in front of people. I made a spreadsheet, did some maths and figured out how to get it all done in two weeks. I'd start January 1st and go for 100 days. This was going to get DONE.
I made it two weeks.
The problem is, I was reading it and not just not hating what I was looking at, I was liking it. There's good stuff in there. Masses and masses would have to be cut out to get to a publishable length. Or a lot of stuff would need to be put *in* for it to be publishable as a set of novellas. But I have no idea which to pick. So the decision paralysis set in and work stopped.
I need to get going again, but there's a problem. The video games call.
I'm jumping between Destiny and Oldschool Runescape currently, and they are both major time sucks. I need to level weapons and skills, gather resources, farm gear, farm spell ammo. It's all busywork to make the number go up and the dopamene to trigger in my brain.
There are stopping points for both. I have goals I want to accomplish and when I do I can take a break. But those goals are a long way off.
In Destiny I'm trying to get a set of high-stat armour, level up my crafted weapons and unlock bonuses for my exotic weapons. That needs certain materials that I can only get so many of a day, so there is a natural cap on playtime.
In Runescape though, it's worse. I'm trying to get all my free-to-play skills to 70. To do that I plan to... *deep breath in*... kill demons for prayer xp until I run out of runes, kill minotaurs for more prayer xp along with stuff to make runes and a heap of arrows, make new runes for runecrafting xp, kill demons for prayer xp until I run out of runes again, kill dark wizards for prayer xp until I run out of food, kill dwarves for prayer xp until I hit level 70. Hopefully in all that I get enough gem drops that I can craft amulets and get my crafting to 70, if not I need to mine until I do get enough gems. And all of that is going to take a long, long, time.
So, it's time for extreme measures. I'm taking a break from Runescape. I'll still play Destiny, but other than that I'll be editing.
I don't know what to do with the book. I'm just going to tidy it up, patch the plot holes and typos, then I'll be looking for beta readers to tell me what to do with it. Then I'll know if 'it' is a one book or many.
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Hermione ends up confessing out of anger when somebody flirts with f!reader
Jealousy Hermione x fem!reader ~ summary: jealous Hermione + happy ending. Loved writing this, but I did stray a bit off the original request. There's not much of a fight, but hopefully it's not too bad!
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You and Hermione have always been close. Bestfriends, even. Which is why you knew you shouldn't have a crush on her, because you can't lose the one person who mattered the most to you. You couldn't stand her rejection either. So you took your feelings and dumped them in that part of your head which you never looked at.
You hated it when anyone tried to make Ron blush by talking about Hermione. He was a constant reminder that not only would you never get the girl you love, but you were also going to have to deal with the pain that she would one day be with one of your closest friends. Of course, not anytime soon, because both Ron and Hermione were too stubborn to admit their feelings.
Or maybe she doesn't have any feelings for him at all, you had hoped that every single day, but now you weren't so sure. The pain didn't get smaller, but you learned to ignore it.
"Y/N!" Harry sat down beside you in the common room, eating a chocolate frog.
"Why's your hair full of snow?" You asked, laughing.
"Because it's snowing outside and I was visiting Hagrid." He replied, trying to shake the snow out of his hair, but only making his hair messier.
"Stay still, for fuck's sake." You did your best to get his hair clean again, not noticing Ron and Hermione sitting across from you.
"You could just use a spell, you know." She snapped, startling you both.
"Holy hell, you're quieter than the damn ghosts." You exclaimed.
"Actually, Sir Nicholas can't shut his mouth." Ron shrugged.
"Hey Y/N, I actually have a lot of work left on astronomy. Can you please help me?" Harry asked, dragging out the please. He knew you'd help him anyway.
"What do I get?" You asked, your hands folded.
"Anything from Honeydukes the next time we go to Hogsmeade."
"Promise?"
"Scout's honor." He grinned, getting up. "I've got to get my books and then we'll meet up in the library?"
"Sure, let me get my stuff too." You were both off, talking about random stuff.
...leaving a very annoyed Hermione and an oblivious Ron.
"Good for him!" He said once you were both out of their earshot.
"Why?" Hermione asked, a bit too sharply.
"Did you not see what I saw? He scored a date with her! Hogsmeade, Honeydukes? Aren't you supposed to be the smart one?"
Her mouth fell open. "That's not a date, we do it all the time!"
"Yeah, the three of us. OH, wait you know what, I take back I said. He didn't get a date-" Ron said quickly.
Hermione sighed in relief.
"-he got two dates!"
"What?"
"They're both in the library, Hermione. Talking about stars. Alone. Very romantic. I'm proud of them." He sighed.
"You're insufferable." She stood up, walking away.
What did I do now? He thought, before shrugging and eating the rest of the chocolate frogs that Harry had left behind. - A week later. "How was your date?" Hermione asked as you got back.
"What date?" You were confused. And possibly a bit distracted by her new perfume. God, it smelled great.
"Harry? I thought you went to Hogsmeade together."
"Yeah, because he owed me. Speaking of!" You dumped the bag in her bed, and a lot of candy came spilling out. Hermione looked indifferent.
"Come on, I saved them for you!" You took a random one and pointed it at her face. She waved it away.
"Y/N, just- listen to me, you can't lead him on then! It's rude!"
"He doesn't like me, and I'm pretty sure he's got a crush on Ginny." You said, confused by her defensiveness. "What's going on? Are you good-"
You stopped when the realization hit you.
"You're jealous!"
Hermione turned red, and no words came out of her mouth. She kept her eyes at anywhere but you.
"It's true, isn't it? Holy shit. You and Harry! You li-"
"What? I don't like Harry, Y/N what are you talking about?" She asked in disbelief.
"Uh- so you're not jealous?"
"You're so dense!" Hermione threw her hands to the air, giving up. "It's you! Always been you! I like you, okay? Far too much and uh- Y/N?"
You were frozen, the candy slipping down from your hands.
"Y/N! Are you okay?"
"Please tell me you're not lying right now. That would be cruel." You said slowly.
"I'm not. I've been in denial but I couldn't stand him flirting with you-"
"That wasn't flirting." You laughed. Could anyone blame you? All of this made you so fucking happy. You kept laughing and threw yourself at her, attacking her in a huge hug. "You have no idea how much I like you."
"Maybe you could tell me? This Saturday, Hogsmeade?' She breathed and you broke away from her hug, feeling mesmerized under her glance. She looked absolutely stunning this close. But when did she not?
"It's a date," You said, bumping your forehead gently to hers. Her fingers intertwined between yours.
"It's a date." She repeated, smiling.
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Icarus( did I spell that right? ) my beloved does you have any yandere c! Technoblade and philza with a shy reader stories? 👀
Feel free to take as long as you like I'm in no rush hopefully you don't mind me requesting alot if it's a problem then I will stop requesting as much as I do
Agian I love your writing have a lovely day or evening my beloved(platonic!!)
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Darling Mooshroom, I adore you so much (platonically). You have my full permission to fill my inbox with any and all requests that come to mind. I love the ideas you give me and you're the only one who has requested more than once (other than anons but I can't tell with them.)
Also. Philza Philza Philza I FINALLY GET TO WRITE FOR THIS MANS WOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry ignore me. Unfortunately, this story will be shorter than my normal ones because I used up the majority of my brainpower on other stories and I feel bad for keeping you waiting <3 (plat)
(Techno is not part of sleepy bois in this story. Instead, Techno and Philza are ancient gods and set more in like Ancient Egyptian times?? Really low key Yandere in this story)
TW: Yandere, mentions of a creep, getting robbed
Mortal of Gold (Yandere!C!Techno x GN!Shy!Reader x Yandere!C!Philza)
Was it your appearance? Or your shy personality? Perhaps it was the various amounts of golden chains and jewels sprinkled strategically all over your person...
Crows and Piglins were naturally attracted to gold, so that's how Techno justified himself, but Philza wasn't stupid, he's been through this many times before. He knew what being in love was.
But they had never felt so... Strongly towards a mortal before.
The God of Blood and War continued trying to deny his feelings for you, but he always found himself watching you shuffle around the Ancient DreamSMP, curled in on yourself as you walked to and from shrines for the gods that you had made.
Philza, the God of Survival and Crows, leaned over a bowl of ink and water and stared into the swirling designs, watching as it shifted into a picture. He saw a lovely figure kneeling at the base of a statue, placing a bowl of fresh bread and cakes, before lighting some incense and standing up, their head dipped in silent prayer.
The winged god chuckled softly and adjusted his large hat before cupping his hands together in a bowl shape. Slowly, with very minor concentration, a golden chain appeared with an emerald heart shape dangling off of it. With a small but sharp whistle, a black crow swooped in through the window and perched itself on his arm, "Yes Dadza?" It chirped telepathically, tilting its head curiously.
"Hello, my child. I would like you to place this on the young mortal's doorstep. I trust you will be able to find it?" He smiled softly and held out the piece of jewellery to the feathered creature who picked it up in its beak.
"Sure, Dadza!" The bird gave a squawk before hopping over to the bowl of ink and water to study the appearance of the mortal. "Oh! It's (Y/n) again! Didn't Technoblade recently cause a man to meet his end because he was rude to them?"
The man sighed, rubbing his face with his free hand, "Yes, Techno is brash like that... I should speak to him about that after... Now, be on your way. I would like them to receive the gift before they start putting their faith in other gods." With another telepathic chirp, the bird quickly took flight and headed out the window. Once his beloved crow, Chat, was gone, he leaned over the bowl again.
The mortal was now praying to Technoblade's shrine, after giving an offering of beer and herbs with the incense now re-lit. Phil decided to disperse the image with a wave of his hand, beginning to make his way to his old friend, the God of War and Blood.
With a flurry of black feathers, Philza landed on the balcony Techno had designed specifically for him and closed his wings neatly behind him, "Techno?" He called, walking through the red curtains into the room of the God. When his emerald-coloured eyes landed on the tall man, he discovered that he was hunched over a large bronze dish like he had been moments ago.
"Yeah, I'm here." The pink-haired male sighed, adjusting his glasses before pushing his long hair out of his face as he looked up from the bowl. "What do you need, Phil?"
"I'm here to discuss (Y/n). That mortal we are both smitten with?" He watched as the god's cheeks visibly turned pink despite his tough demeanour, causing Philza to chuckle into his hand, "Relax. It's obvious. And I know how you had one of your followers beheaded that poor fisherman."
"Millionaires. Not followers." Techno retorted with a scoff as he stepped away from the bowl filled with likely water and ink. "In my defence he deserved it. He should've known better and held his tongue when being in the presents of one of my worshipers."
Phil wasn't able to hold back his sigh, "Millionaires? Good grief Techno, you're just making up words at this point. Besides, that's not the main reason I flew out here," The Survival God's eyes suddenly darkened, catching Techno off guard but nonetheless made him happy, "I heard... That (Y/n) has been getting threats from the village of L'Manberg."
Techno frowned at the thought of anything happening to their favourite mortal. The images that appeared in his mind caused the voices in his head to roar in anger, demanding for human blood to be spilt across his shrines.
"Yeah. I suggest we put a stop to it. But, I do want to meet our little mortal..." Philza smirked a bit, raising his hand in an attempt to stop Techno from seeing how violent his thoughts were becoming towards the humans.
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You couldn't help but smile as you saw the new jewellery that had been placed at your doorstep, scooping it up into your hands and taking a moment to put the necklace and solid gold armband on. You were quite aware that the vast amounts of jewellery covering your body made you a target for thieves, but you trusted in your gods to keep you safe.
On your eighteenth birthday, your village had dressed you up and offered you to the gods in exchange for safety and a good harvest, chaining you in the middle of the dessert on a stone platform. You would have perished from starvation had a black crow not have carried a basket filled with the ripest and fresh fruits you had ever had. That's when you knew that Philza was watching over you.
Technoblade had started watching over you not long after that. On a trip into the village for yeast to make bread to offer Philza, a creep had cornered you in an alleyway. He began making disgusting remarks towards you, but a man with glowing gold eyes and red sclera came up and pummeled him into the ground before completely vanishing. It had been a high priest of Technoblade's Syndicate temple who told you that it was the God of Blood and War who saved you.
"Look," Techno whispered under his breath as he saw you standing in your doorway with a soft smile. Philza peaked around the corner as well, watching you attach the jewellery to your (s/t) skin with a smile of his own, "I take it the necklace is from you?" The tusked male asked as he pulled the hood on his cheap commoner clothing up to cover his noticeable pink hair.
Phil did the same, trying to hide his inhumane blue eyes from view, while also trying to shoo away Chat who was relentlessly teasing the two of them, "Sh! Chat, it's not like- No. Shut. WHat?! I'm not being a creep!" He hissed to the blackbird, trying to bat it away with his free hand, while Techno was snickering to himself, "Wait, no! This is my bread, (Y/n) made it for me! Get your own!"
After watching his old friend get bullied by Chat for a few minutes, he turned back to watch you walk back out of your home, holding the cup of beer you had placed at his shrine earlier today. Your offerings were always his favourite... He would burn this entire village down if they tried to chain you into the desert again... Actually.. That was a good idea...
The two gods silently followed behind you, watching you nervously try your best to avoid social conversation, but they noticed how the other mortals seemed to look down upon you for wearing so much golden jewellery.
"H-he-hello..." You murmured out meekly as you approached the man selling fruits and different herbs. Leaning forward, you carefully inspected the cranberries and cinnamon specifically, knowing that they were Philza's and Technoblade's favourite offerings.
You heard footsteps walking behind you, but because the market was busier than normal today, you decided to brush it off. Until you felt someone gently grab the golden jewellery dangling from your ears, giving it a light pull, "Solid gold, ey? Aren't you a poor little peasant?" A voice male voice cooed softly in your ear, causing you to spin around quickly, backing up until you hit the table that all the fruit and herbs were placed on.
Dream. The high priest of DreamXD's temple. The God of Control and Manipulation. This man truly believed he was the walking incarnate of the god himself, and even named himself after the god! Truly a maniac...
"Dream..." You murmured softly, your body trembling and flinching away from his touch, "I-I'm not giving them to you for you to offer up to your twisted god... I worship Technoblade and Philza... No one else."
The masked man growled in annoyance before he snapped his fingers and two men in masks grabbed onto your shoulders before beginning to tear the golden jewellery off of your body. Snapping the golden chains off from around your neck and wrists, pulling the earrings out of your ears and the golden bands from around your biceps. The entire time you yelped and begged for them to leave the gifts you had received from your gods alone, everyone else around you putting their heads down and averting their eyes, pretending not to see you.
A flurry of black feathers clouded your vision and you heard three hard thuds before a loud barking voice echoed through your ears.
"How DARE you!"
"Techno! Help me burn this damned village to the ground!"
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Your Guide to Gif Subtitles
At times, subtitles can be overlooked. So I've decided to create this comprehensive guide for beginner and experienced gifmakers to styling gif subtitles.
By no means does this post intend to limit the way you do your subtitles.
Please like/reblog if this has helped you and feel free to hit me up for any questions and concerns! ♥︎
↓ SEE SUBTITLE GUIDE UNDER THE CUT ↓
NOTE: I've used only screencaps for most examples due to the 10 pics per post limit, so let's just pretend they're animated 😂 My apologies for the very bad quality!
Gif Subtitles Style Guide
[1] Spelling
Look up words and names you don't recognize (fictional or not) to know how they're spelled.
Look up the proper capitalization and hyphenation of terms, even if you're already familiar with it (e.g. macOS, Professor McGonagall, Spider-Man).
[2] Words
Long Paragraphs
Subtitles are added to be read, so to ensure readability, avoid putting long paragraphs in a single gif.
Try to have only 1–2 rows of text in one gif, 3 rows at most. To do this, make sure there are only 1–2 sentences per gif then move the rest in the next gifs.
The first gif below is an example of a long paragraph cramped into one gif.
The example above splits the paragraph across several gifs, making it easier on the eyes and giving each sentence more impact.
Widows
Widows are lone words on new rows of lines.
Widows leave too much white space at the bottom of a gif. It interrupts the reader’s eye and diminishes readability.
In the first gif below, "just hearts" is an example of a widow.
To fix a widow, split your subtitles before an article, conjunction, preposition or punctuation then continue it in the next row. To do this:
Split your subtitles before a point in conversation (i.e. articles, auxiliary verbs, conjunctions, prepositions or punctuations). Doing this would also depend on the flow of the conversation OR the overall look of the subtitles.
Continue the conversation in the next row
In the second example above, the focus is on the flow of the conversation: the widow was fixed by breaking the line before "as well as" (which kind of functions like a conjunction), making the flow of reading much better.
In the third example, the focus is on how the subtitle looks: the sentence was split before "souls" (which follows the auxiliary verb "have") to make the width of the overall subtitle more even.
NOTE: The second and third example show there's no definite way in splitting subtitles. Just be mindful of widows and do whatever looks good to you :)
Widowers
(To be honest I'm not quite sure what the term is so I've decided to just call this one a widower 😂 #equality #girlbossing)
A widower is the first word of a sentence left behind.
A widower follows a punctuation in the same row.
Fixing a widower is similar to fixing a widow except we're keeping an eye on lone words that follow punctuations.
In the first example below, the widower is "But" which follows an exclamation point (a punctuation).
In the second example above, the widower was fixed by moving it in the next row with the rest of the sentence, which is less awkward to read unlike the first one.
In the third example, it has moved the second row ("But I'm so lonely") back up with the first since there's ample space. Not so lonely anymore, is it? 😂
[3] Text
Font vs. Typeface
To this day, I still get confused. Hopefully, writing all this will finally make the distinction stick.
Typefaces are also known as font families. It's a specific collection of fonts varying from Thin to Black, Narrow to Wide, Roman and Italic.
For example: Bebas, Baskerville and Futura are all typefaces
Fonts are part of a typeface. Each variation of a typeface is a font.
For example: Montserrat Thin, Arial Italic and Georgia Bold are all fonts
Serif vs. Sans Serif
Serifs have serifs.
A serif is a small stroke attached to the end of a larger stroke in a letter or symbol. Think Times New Roman, Baskerville, and Didot.
'Sans' is old French for 'without', so Sans Serifs are literally without serifs. Think Arial, Century Gothic and Comic Sans.
Content creators most often use sans serifs such as Arial Bold Italic, Calibri Bold Italic and Helvetica Bold Italic. These fonts aren't flashy and don't distract the viewer from the main visual, the animated pictures.
TIP: Avoid (ultra) Black and Heavy fonts especially with paragraphs because it will make the sentences look bulky and hard to read.
Some gifmakers apply Faux Bold and Faux Italic to their text (the ones highlighted pink in the examples below). Apply whatever looks good to you.
The first example above looks good, but my personal preference is the second where faux bold is selected. The third one looks much too italicized, since the font itself is already italic.
Alignment
There are four ways to align text:
Left
Center
Right
Justified
As you may have noticed, gif subtitles are center-aligned and then centered in the gif.
TIP: Avoid justifying especially long lines of text. Doing so will create awkward spaces, making it difficult to read.
Tracking and Leading
Tracking adjusts letter spacing.
Leading is the amount of space between two rows.
In 'textbook' typography, increasing the leading does improve readability since it helps guide the reader's eye to the start of the next row (especially for multiple rows of text). However, I think this one doesn't apply to Tumblr subtitles. Compare examples 1 and 2 with 3 below.
The first example above has leading and tracking set to default. Most typefaces already have a set tracking and leading amount, so if it already looks good, then leave it as is.
The second example has the leading decreased which I found is what most gifmakers do, and it looks great! I've added 22 tracking to add some breathing space for the letters since faux bold is applied.
The third example has the leading increased, making the two rows of text look separated. The tracking further increased, making this one harder to read compared to the first and second example.
TIPS: The leading/tracking amount would also depend on what font you're using so feel free to lessen it, add more or leave it be! :)
Spacing
Please be mindful of the space between the subtitles and the edges of the gif (lined with pink). @kylos notes that Tumblr cuts off the bottom of gifs by 2px on the desktop version.
There is no definite amount, so just make sure to avoid placing your subtitles too close to the edges like in the examples below:
The first example above has the subtitles too close to the bottom edge and the second has the subtitles too close to the sides.
TIPS:
To avoid example 1: Nudge your text higher by selecting the text layer and pressing: shift + [up arrow key] once, and if you want to make slight adjustments, press only the up/down arrow key.
To avoid example 2: Since there's still enough space in the second row, move some words from the first row in the next line to add some space at the sides, keeping in mind what we've learned in the [2] Words 'chapter'.
NOTE: Sometimes, example 2 (or every example in this whole guide really) cannot be avoided, and that's ok. I've only included it as an example for when it can be avoided :)
Font Colors
A color is used to indicate the speaker and is assigned to a certain speaker.
For one speaker / a first speaker: the standard color is white.
For a second speaker: gifmakers commonly use shades ranging from yellow to orange, some use other colors such as blue or purple.
For a third, fourth, fifth speaker: the colors are up to you.
TIP: Avoid using black or dark shades.
Font Sizes
For 540px gifs: 18 to 23 pt
For 268px gifs: 14 pt or higher
TIP: For 268px gifs, it's best to start at 16 pt if you're catering to mobile users or if you yourself frequently use the mobile app.
Nowadays, gifmakers are leaning towards bigger font sizes (i.e. 18+ pt), making subtitles readable on mobile.
NOTE:
The font sizes I've mentioned above would also depend on the font.
So depending on the font, going lower than 16 pt will make the subtitles difficult to read and strain the reader's eyes.
Feel free to do some experimenting of your own! Just keep in mind the readability, paragraphs, widows and widowers :)
Below, I've demonstrated the relation between the font size and the gif size (540px and 268px).
As seen in the first and second 540px examples (and also maybe the third for those with bad eyesight), smaller text sizes don't really work with 540px gifs.
To be honest, I thought 12 and 14 pt would read better on 268px gifs but as you can see, you can't see it. 😂 It would ultimately depend on the font and the length of the text but for this Calibri Bold Italic font, 16+ pt reads better.
[4] Finishing Touches
Stroke
Adding Stroke will make subtitles even more legible, especially if the background is as bright as the text color.
TIPS:
Make sure your stroke color is black (or any color as long as it's in a shade much darker than the text) with an opacity greater than 80%.
The stroke thickness would also depend on your font so if 1px looks like nothing on the font you're using then try upping it to 2px or 3px. Different strokes for different fo(lks)nts 😂
The first example below shows what a subtitle looks without a stroke. Incomplete, right? And without the added drop shadow, "sit" would blend in with the background.
The 1px stroke in second example already looks good and readable to me.
The 2px stroke in the third example is readable, but it looks too dark and bulky.
Drop Shadow
Drop Shadow makes subtitles even more legible, especially if the background is as bright as the text color, just like Stroke.
Drop Shadow gives more depth to subtitles.
For this topic, each gifmaker most likely has their own drop shadow settings, such as the ones I've listed below: (Click to view their settings)
itsphotoshop's
maziekeen's
kylos's
favreaus's
dingyuxi's
What unites all their settings is using the color black #000000.
TIPS:
For dark backgrounds, adding drop shadow isn't necessary since it won't be seen anymore.
Since it's a shadow, make sure your stroke color is black or grey. If it's too dark, lower the opacity.
Making the shadow's distance too far away from the text tends to look distracting and hard to read. A distance between 2–4 is the best way to go.
A large drop shadow size sometimes gives the illusion of blurry text, so try sticking to sizes below 5px.
These tips would also depend on your font and font size. Do what looks good to you and remember to keep in mind the overall readability.
Set the Anti-Aliasing Method
Anti-aliasing produces smooth-edged type by partially filling the edge pixels. As a result, the edges of the type blend into the background.
None: Applies no anti-aliasing, looks very jagged. Avoid this.
Sharp: Makes subtitles look its sharpest, which is the goal.
Crisp: Makes subtitles look somewhat sharp, which is also the goal.
Strong: Makes subtitles look bolder. Avoid this since we already use bold fonts / apply faux bold.
Smooth: Type appears smoother, but personally it just looks blurry to me, so for Tumblr gif subtitles let's avoid this.
TIP: Most gifmakers use the Crisp anti-aliasing method.
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Aaaand that's the end of this comprehensive guide! I hope you learned as much as I did when making this tutorial :) Again, by no means does this post intend to limit the way you do your subtitles.
Please like/reblog if this has helped you and feel free to hit me up for any questions and concerns! ♥︎
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REFERENCES:
99designs
Rev
fonts.com
itsphotoshop
Adobe one, two
Documentary Film Cameras
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Letters and Fights
Request by : @aliendoggo
Paring : Baji x Female Reader.
Synopsis: You kick Baji and then help him write a letter to make up for it
Baji has had enough! He huffed as he walked along a path which led him to a quiet place a bit out of school campus which had an area covered with bushes and trees. I'll write my letter here.
Chifuyu always helped Baji when he wrote his letters but yesterday the former ended up laughing at the way Baji made an error on his letter which was so not cool of him. Baji thought.
Now Baji was walking to this quiet area where he was sure not many people would come and interrupt him.
So he pulled out his pen placing a paper on top of a book and started writing.
Deer Kazutora,
Recently I have been studying queet a lot, I even brought glasses.
Mickey and Draken said people who wear glasses are more intilijent.
Baji was going to continue more when-. "Meow~" His ears perked at the tiny sound and he started looking around.From the corner of his eyes, he saw movement in the bushes so he started making his way.
A small kitten popped its head out and looked at him,meowing. Baji laughed to himself making him extend his hand and gently starts petting it. "Hey there."
The kitten leaned into his touching making Baji melt on the spot. Upon hearing the kitten still meowing, he smiled. "I'll bring you some food later- URK!"
Baji was sent flying. He cursed as he pulled himself up. That kick was probably as strong as Mikey's. He thought as spit out the blood he had formed in his mouth.
"You're the one who did that to Mayo aren't you?" The person started pointing at him.
"The hell?" Baji whispered in confusion as to why a girl popped out of blue,kicked him several feet away and now was shouting at him. Plus why is this girl so strong?!
"I can't believe people like you exist?! What did the Mayo even do to you?" The girl shook her head.
Baji snapped. "Who the hell are you and Who the hell is Mayo? I was just writing a letter when you suddenly came here and kicked the shit outta me!"
The person's expression flattered. "You're not the one... Ehh?" The person trailed her eyes to indeed see some stationaries lying around.
The girl suddenly did a deep bow. "I'm sorry! Recently someone has been harassing the kitten over there and even taped her mouth so that she couldn't eat." They explained. "I came up here and saw you near the kitten and thought it was you who did those."
"My name is Y/N and the kitten over there is Mayo..." You introduced yourself.
"My name is Baji Keisuke." Baji sighed, his anger dissipating. I mean... They were just looking after the cat.
"By the way I just peaked into your letter and..." You nervously played with your hand. "You have a lot of spelling errors over there."
"Wait really?" Baji approached you and picked up the letter as he leaned towards you. "Which part?"
You picked up the pen which was on the ground and pointed at the errors. "Here and here... this part too."
You suddenly beamed,clapping your hands together in realization. "How about I help you proof read your letter as a way of apologizing for the kick earlier?"
Baji beamed at the suggestion. "You will? Thanks!"
This meeting continued even after Baji finished writing his letter. Y/N said she'll always be there to help him with his studies so it became a sort of regular meeting between Y/N, Baji and Mayo.
When Baji would write his letters, you will be playing with Mayo but when you started proof reading Baji would be the one playing with Mayo instead. Baji enjoyed these moments a lot.
The way you would patiently explain where he made mistakes, the way you scrunched your nose figuring out his handwriting, the way you made baby voices when talking to Mayo. All of these made Baji feel happy? Relaxed? Content? He wondered what word could be used to describe what he was feeling.
Baji walked to their usual spot but instead of you,he saw a group of boy. There were six students and from their uniforms he could guess that they were High School Students.
A sharp cry of a cat was heard followed by laughters. On a closer look one of the boys had Mayo held whereas the poor kitten was obviously struggling. Your words on how Mayo had tape stuck on her mouth flashed into his brain.
"Damn,this cat won't stop struggling." One of the boys said. "Maybe we should tape it's limbs this time."
Suddenly a large impact was felt on his face making him drop the kitten. "What the hell?!"
"What were you doing with Mayo?!"
Baji went into crazy mode as he jumped on the boy and punching him until he passed out. The remaining boys also joins the fight.
Don't get me wrong. Baji is strong but right now he was heavily outnumbered and his opponents were high school students. They were physically bigger putting Baji in a disadvantage since Baji was only in middle school.
"Shit..." Baji huffed as his vision start to blur. He managed to beat two more of the high schooler but then three more still remained. One of him hit Baji hard making him fall onto the ground.
"You need some help?" Why the hell was he seeing you face? Just when Baji was about to pass out your face suddenly came into view.
"Go away, little girl~" The high school said in a mocking tone. Baji confirmed that you were indeed here and that he wasn't imagining anything.
"Guess you're the guys who were tormenting Mayo..."
"Mayo? Who the hell is Mayo-"
Before the boy could complete his sentence, you jumped at him,punching his face in. Before others could react you quickly turned to the other dude and kicked him,making him stumble.
The last high schooler ,taking advantage that your back was facing him was about to punch you when a suddenly blow was dealt. You turned to see a smirking Baji. "Y/N,are you a gorilla or something? Why are you so strong?"
You gasped at him. "Why would you ever call a girl gorilla?" You asked as you started punching a guy who was bout to stand up making Baji laugh loudly.
Both you and Baji huffed as you sat side by side after you finally beat the shit out of high schoolers. You turned to look at Baji. “Gonna write a letter to Kazutora-san again?”
Baji smirked and nodded. “I’m going to write everything that’s happening around so that when he comes back he wouldn’t need to try and catch up. It’ll be as if he never left in the first place!”
You smiled as you started rubbing you hand on Mayo’s head. “You’re a nice friend, Baji...”
After that both you and Baji did your usual thing.
Dear Kazutora,
I’ve made a new friend. Her name is Y/N.
And get this! She is super strong. Just now we beat the shit out of six HIGH SCHOOLERS.
I can’t wait to introduce her to you when you come back.
Y/N loves animals a lot too. Right now she is taking care of a stray cat but then she is sad since she can’t take the cat home because her mother doesn’t like them.
She is very fun to be with and smiles a lot!
Baji left a weight on his shoulder to see that you had fallen asleep on his shoulder. Mayo on your lap had fallen asleep too. Your lips were slightly open making you look adorable.
Right now she is totally passed out. Hopefully she doesn’t drool on my shoulder. Do you think she would get angry if I drew a beard on her?
Her mouth is slightly open and I think she looks cute.
Although she fights scary, Y/N is quite pretty. When ever she smiles, she closes her eyes making her look kinda adorable-
“Are you done, Baji?”
Baji flinched as he quickly stood up making you almost fall since your support stood up. “What the hell? Why did you get you so suddenly?!” You complained.
Baji quickly crumbled the paper he had written on and laughed nervously looking at you. “I did a self check and found too many errors. So I’m going to write it again.”
You noticed that his ears were rather red.
.....
“Hanaemiya Kazutora. A letter arrived for you...”
Dear Kazutora,
I made a new friend. Her name is Y/N.
She fights like a gorilla and looks like one as well. Living up to that nickname ,she is quite strong.
#GirlBoss
With love,
Baji Keisuke.
Kazutora tilted his head,confused as to why his friend had suddenly written about a girl and keeps calling her a gorilla.
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The following rant won't suffice to describe the sheer amount of HATRED I feel for 18x10 from the deepest, darkest dungeons of my badly broken heart, but I'll try anyway:
• Levi had the M&M conference and he was late for it, yet Helm doesn't give a flying f*ck about where her best friend / roommate who she knows is profoundly depressed is. And it was so frustrating to see Nico act so clueless about Levi's whereabouts and speechless during the M&M while Levi presented!
• That scene of Nico and Link — I was bewildered to find Nico act so casual about not having found Levi when he had tried to chase him immediately after he rushed out of the M&M...instead he was interested in knowing about how things are between Link and Amelia? What weed are these writers snorting???
• Instead of being there for her best friend who is suffering, Helm tried to gain sympathy from Bailey by making Levi's situation all about herself and playing a victim in it. Please, we all know that she has never been this shy and innocent! Especially with Levi her attitude has always been condescending, so how the f*ck did she say that she was scared to speak up in front of Levi? And Bailey was so sympathetic with her when she didn't show even an ounce of empathy for Levi! Helm is officially the WORST friend and there's no way she can redeem herself to me now. I have never liked her, but now I hate her with a greater passion!
• The extreme lack of screen time Levi/Nico/Schmico gets. What the f*ck was that sh*t? I'm not even expecting anything for Nico because I've given up on that a long time ago, but what about Levi? Being a series regular character, he deserves a lot more screen-time especially now given his current crucial storyline. BUT NO! He was nowhere to be seen after he stormed out of the M&M, and showed up only in the last few minutes, and I'm still reeling under the shock of what he did in that...
• ...And, Schmico is BROKEN up, ONCE AGAIN. 💔💔💔 Why did they even get back together, I ask? The reconciliation happened only at the end of last season, and we barely got to see two happy crumbs of them together before having to endure another break-up just halfway through the new season? I understand that Levi has gone really dark right now, but to say, "Go away. Please don't come back. We're done" to Nico, whom he was GRATEFUL for and he also doodled the sunsword next to his name on paper during Thanksgiving just 4 episodes prior? I was obviously expecting Levi to shut Nico out but to just end things with him out of the blue was something I wasn't remotely expecting at this point! This was devastating beyond words! This show and it's showrunner and writers are all SICK, SICK, SICK. It is traumatising as hell to watch this show and get attached to characters and ships who'll never get to be happy and peaceful as long as they are a part of this f*cking, twisted joke of a show!
I guess I'm done ranting for now. But this sh*t is gonna get worse. Now that they are broken up, I think they won't show Nico again unless absolutely required, so I don't think we'll get to see Nico being there for Levi through his spell of depression like we wished. Instead they'll probably date other people, get back together eventually, only to break up again, and again, and again. Schmico is kinda following in the footsteps of Slexie — where they are more often apart than together with the constant on-again and off-again relationship. Hopefully, Levi and Nico won't die on me like those two did, but with this horrid show, who knows? I am not looking forward to any of this bullsh*t. I'm exhausted. It's hopeless in every possible way, and not something any sane person should watch. My real life is less sad than the sorry, f*cked up fiction that this sh*tshow depicts.
By the way, I hope my dearest Schmico fam is coping better than me. Sending love to you'll, I know everyone of us needs it more than ever right now! xoxo
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Being Stressed About Exams & HQ Boys Comforting You
GN!Reader | Comfort/Fluff | Warnings: stressed reader
Characters: Atsumu, Oikawa
A/n: This is extremely self-indulgent as school has been kicking my butt and the future post-graduation is very terrifying lol
ATSUMU
You stare at the computer in front of you, the text you’re supposed to read for class beginning to swim together as your eyes fill with tears. Everything is happening too fast and you feel completely unprepared to take any of it on. What if you spent all of this time and money on schooling only to fail so close to the end? What if you finally do finish, but then can’t find a job in your field? Should you have studied something else? The questions become more exhausting and constant the closer it gets to exams.
Small droplets roll off your cheeks and begin to pool on your keyboard. You haphazardly wipe them away before powering off the computer and tucking it back in your bag. Out of sight, out of mind, you figure. It’s not like there’s any use in trying to finish it tonight when you can already feel another wave of stress induced tears coming on. Those have also become a regular thing.
You click the volume button on your phone so that the sounds of music fill the room before leaning back in the desk chair, testing the limits of how far you can recline before gravity takes over. Atsumu had made this study playlist for you when he first noticed how stressed you were. It contained a mixture of your favorite songs, his favorite songs, and a few ‘motivational’ songs he pulled from his work-out playlists. It was a bit of a weird Frankenstein mash up with the large variety of genres, but it quickly became one of your studying must haves.
Over the sound of the music, you couldn’t hear the shower click off and the door to the bathroom swinging open. When Atsumu steps out, he sees you sitting where he’d left you, although, in a more dangerous position than you’d been in before as he notices the way the desk char teeters back and forth. His attention is quickly caught by the music choice, though, recognizing one of the songs playing as a favorite of his he added to the playlist he made for you a couple weeks ago. A smile breaks through his face as he hurriedly jumps into a pair of sweatpants before approaching your quiet figure.
As he comes up behind you, though, he notices a slight glisten upon your cheeks and a few fresh tears that tumble from your closed eyes. His upturned lips quickly sink as worry floods through him. Exams had been taking a toll on you, it wasn’t hard to tell, but he would never get used to seeing you cry.
“Baby,” he whispers, gently wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “What can I do for ya? Food? Cuddles? Cry it out?” You nod, resting the chair back on the ground and practically launching yourself into his arms.
Atsumu catches you with ease, his strong arms holding you against his chest. His hand rubs up and down your spine, sending shivers racing down you back, but there's no ulterior motive to his gentle touches. He continues the soft touches as he guides you to the bed, only letting you go for a second before allowing you to bury yourself in his side again.
“What if I can’t do it?” you whisper, trailing your fingers across Atsumu's toned chest. “I’ve studied for so long, but what if it doesn’t work out? What if--What if I don’t actually know anything and I crash and burn and--”
Atsumu shushes you gently, placing a few comforting kisses to your forehead. He notices your breathing beginning to grow heavier as your anxiety takes over. There's a few moments of silence as you try to match your breathing to his, the two of you taking slow, deep breaths in sync.
“The future might be unsure and stressful, but I know you’re going to do your best and make it work. All you can do is continue to work towards your goals and handle everything as it comes. Not to mention, I’m always going to be here to remind you of how strong you are even if you don’t see it.”
A new wave of tears begins as his words echo through your ears. You bury your face in his chest as your arms wrap around his waist in an attempt to pull yourself as close to him as you physically can be. Somehow he knew exactly what you needed to hear and a part of you wonders if he’s ever repeated those sentiments to himself when things felt unsure.
He continues to whisper reassurances as you fully relax against him, your tears finally beginning to dry up. You lift your head and offer him a weak smile.
“Thanks for letting me cry on your abs,” you sniffle, allowing yourself to truly laugh.
Atsumu feels lighter as he watches you smile and joke, hopefully being able to forget about the more stressful parts of life for a while as he holds you close. There’s been countless times where you eased his worries about the future, so he’s just happy that he can return the favor and create a safe space where you’re allowed to simply be.
OIKAWA
The cup in your hand is warm and comforting as you trudge towards your bedroom, a sense of dread washing over you as soon as your eyes land upon the laptop you left sitting open on the bed. With finals coming up, you thought it would be a good idea to transfer the notes you had written down during lectures onto your computer, figuring it would make them easier to access and that the process of going back through the information would be a good way to ensure you remember the material.
What you didn’t realize, however, is how absolutely time consuming and exhausting it was going to be. Your neck hurts from constantly looking back and forth between the paper and computer screen, your back hurts because somewhere along the way you abandoned any semblance of healthy posture and decided to go full cave gremlin in the way you hunched over your work, and instead of absorbing the information for a second time it seemed as if your brain had completely abandoned you and gone on autopilot. Shoving the computer off the bed and taking a nap feels like the best course of action right now, but you know if you stop now there’s no way you’re going to want to finish later.
Begrudgingly, you settle back onto the bed and take a large swig of coffee before stretching your fingers and placing them back on the keyboard. It couldn’t take that much longer right? All you have to do is push through and get it done.
And, for the next few hours, that’s what you do. You jump back in where you left off and race through the next few, gruelingly long chapters. The daylight outside quickly dwindles away until you’re forced to turn on the bedside lamp when you realize the sun has sunk far below the horizon and is beginning to cast bizarre shadows around the room. It was no bother, though, because you’re so close to being done. The issue is that neither your brain nor your body could keep up anymore.
Your fingers keep hitting the wrong keys, typing made up words that have you constantly backspacing and starting sentences over again for a third of even a fourth time. The breaking point comes when you go to take a sip of your now cold coffee and look back at the screen after attempting to type an entire paragraph from your notes in one go. Little did you know your finger placement was off, yet again, and the entire paragraph is an unreadable mess that even spell check doesn’t want to touch.
The tears that sting your eyes make you feel stupid. It was entirely too dumb to cry over something as superficial as misspellings that could be easily fixed and cold coffee. But once the tears start they won’t stop. Suddenly, you’re not crying over the notes or even school work in general. You’re crying about the crushing weight of change that's soon to come once you finish with classes and how impossible everything has begun to feel.
You’re too exhausted to focus on anything anymore, letting the hot tears run down your cheeks freely, which is why you don’t hear the rushed footsteps of your boyfriend who could hear your hiccuping breaths from down the hall.
He doesn’t say anything when he sees you curled up on the bed, your face buried in your arms. Oikawa sits on the ground closest to you and lays his head near yours as he begins to run his slender fingers through your hair. It doesn't take a psychic to tell you've been stressed with the quickly approaching exams, and from the collection of notes littered all around to the half closed computer the dots practically connect themselves.
The slight dip on the bed near your head alerts you to his presence, but you don't move. His hands guiding themselves over your scalp is quick to relax your body, but your mind feels like it's about to burst any moment as the thoughts continue to race.
“You’re doing so good,” he whispers against your temple, planting soft kisses after every word, “and you deserve to take a break. Remember when you used to have to tell me that all the time?" The feeling of his quiet laughter against your skin makes you smile, along with the memories of simpler times before either of you had barely begun to grasp how harsh the world could be.
"I picked up dinner for us, it was an apology for coming home late," he admits, kissing the top of your head. "But let's go heat it up and you can either tell me everything you're worried about or we can try to forget all about it for now and watch a movie. I'd really like it if you talked about it eventually, though. I know I'm not going to be able to fix it all, but that doesn't mean I can't try."
You turn your head to the side, exposing your tear stained cheeks that are quickly wiped away by Oikawa's calloused thumbs.
"I will," you say, voice heavy. "For now could you just hold me?" There isn't a second of hesitation as Oikawa slips his arms beneath your figure and presses you tightly against him.
"Movie it is," he announces, laying you on the couch with the remotes so that you could put on whatever you want. Your brain would never stop the constant anxious thoughts, but losing yourself in those chocolate brown eyes made it easy to imagine a future where it all works out somehow. Little do you know, Oikawa sees the same thing reflected in your eyes as he wonders about the right time, perhaps a couple years from now when you've both settled down in your careers, when he can finally buy that ring he's been looking at.
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Hey besties! I need your help! First off, I need some requests! Secondly, I need a name for my fan base. But moving onto the good stuff, part 3 is finished and I’m so proud of it. I’m so thankful to have such an amazing audience. Thanks to anyone that reads!!
Word count: 1150
Warnings: Talk of syringes, a few cuss words, restraining, mentions of child abuse/ neglect, and Loki being an ass. (Nothing against him, I love Loki.)
Please excuse any typos/spelling/grammatical errors I wrote this during a lecture at school :p
In Hiding, part 3/?
Parts one and two links:
You were finally out of the compound, and you were running faster than you ever had. You climbed up countless trees and jumped from branch to branch, just trying to get as far away from the compound as you could. You didn’t know where you were and had no way of finding your way back to New York City.
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It’s been 3 hours of constant running. At least you think it’s been 3 hours… You’ve finally found a tree to rest in. You shift into a stick to blend in. Unfortunately, you are a blue stick, but you were too tired to care.
Slowly, you drifted off into a deep slumber
—————Avengers POV—————
“We’re not stupid; she’s got a tracker. She’s stopped about 5 miles Northeast.” Bruce announces to the team.
“So when do we get her?” Natasha wonders aloud.
“I’m thinking night; the sun sets in about 2 hours…” Steve replies.
“It’s when she’ll least expect it,” Buck adds.
“Since she’s been running nonstop for about 3 hours, she’s probably asleep. We should go now, so she doesn’t wake before nightfall.” Says Tony.
“I don’t know, Tony. She’s probably pretty tuckered out. It’ll be harder for her to attack in the dark.” Natasha counters.
“She’s a shapeshifter; the kid probably has night-vision or something.” Tony murmurs.
“He's got a point, guys,” Bruce notes.
“We’ll take a vote. Say “aye” to go now, “nay” to go at night.” Steve says. “All in favor of now?”
“Aye,” Tony.
“Aye, ” Bruce.
“Aye, ” Loki.
“Aye, ” Peter.
“Aye, ” Wanda.
“Aye, ” Vision.
“Aye, ” Thor.
“That everyone?” Steve questions. A few nods are the reply. “Ok, how about people who think we should go at night?”
“Nay, ” Natasha.
“Nay, ” Clint.
“Nay, ” Steve.
“Nay, ” Bucky.
“Ha! We're going now. You all have 3 minutes to get what you need. Meet on the Quinjet.” Tony announces.
Clint moans but turns to get his things.
“You sure we got her this time?” Bruce asks Tony, turning to him.
“Now we know what she can do. The kid’s powerful, but there's one of her and ten of us. She's also asleep; we've got the upper hand.”
“But she can-”
“We’ll be fine.”
—————Your POV—————
Flashback Dream
You were five again and back with HYDRA, tied to a chair, various syringes with God only knows what inside to your right.
You were trying to get away; you struggled against the grip of the ropes, but, to no avail, you weren't getting anywhere.
In walked three men, dressed in white lab coats. One was gruff and bald, the 2nd was taller and buff, the last man, was short and plump and cowered behind the other two.
“This is her? She's smaller than I hoped. I doubt she’ll survive.” One spoke loudly.
Not survive what? Tears began to drip down your face.
“I hate children.” Another one of them hissed before swiftly stepping forward and slapping you. “Shut up, vermin.” He seethed.
You stopped crying and whimpered.
“Weak.” The first man jeered.
“The first dose is ready, sir.” The 3rd man whispered.
“I’m excited to see what it does!” The 2nd man grabbed one of the syringes and forced it into your arm.
Almost immediately, you felt a burning sensation; white stars clouded your vision, and your entire body began to tingle, and then your eyesight was gone.
Startled awake, you found yourself face to face with Loki again.
“Hello there.” He grinned.
Frightened, you fell from your tree-top perch. You hit the ground with a thud, and were met by nine more faces, who you noted were more avengers. You were so screwed.
As fast as you could, you created clones and shifted them into the people before you.
“That’s not going to work this time!” Loki called down from the tree.
Clint hastily shot all of your clones, and you were left defenseless, but you weren’t about to give up. You tried to shift into an ant to hide, but you couldn’t turn. Damn it! They had predicted your every move. You were a goner.
You were paralyzed, not by Loki but by fear. You began to shake violently and cry. This is where it all ended.
“Uhhhhh… kid?” Tony calls out to you, lifting his mask. “You good?”
You continued to cry; you wouldn't dare speak.
“Grab her..?” Wanda suggests, pointing at you.
“Oh. Uh, yeah.” Steve steps towards you.
You attempt to wither away, but you are frozen. You continue to shake; sobs rack your body.
You're picked up bridal style by Steve and carried back to the Quinjet. You're limp in his arms and quiet, tears stain your cheeks, and your eyes are bright red.
“Finally, she stopped crying. It was annoying.” Bucky jeers.
“She, a kid! Don't be so insensitive.” Wanda retorts.
You're legs and hands are cuffed once more, and you're strapped tightly into a seat.
You've regained all of your senses, and now you're angry. Angry at yourself for letting this happen, angry at the Avengers for capturing you, especially angry at HYDRA for making you like this, and mad at your parents for selling you to evil people.
Thinking about it, you're infuriated. A spark is a newfound spark that ignites inside of you, and suddenly you're growling lowly.
Ten faces turn to you and stare. You lift your head and bear fangs. It took all of your energy to fight against Lokis's magic and shift even such a small part of yourself.
“You don’t give up, huh? Foolish.” Loki looks up at you and grins. “Oh well, all the more fun for me!” He taunts.
Your restraints are tightened, and your fangs dissolve in your mouth. Loki gets up and moves towards you.
“Giving up now, foolish girl?” He says as he grabs your jaw and jerks your face up, forcing your eyes to meet his.
In response, you narrow your eyes. The restraints tighten even more, and you're beginning to have trouble breathing.
“That's enough, Loki,” Thor yells from his seat. “Sit down.”
Loki looks up from you, rolls his eyes, but lets go of you. He looks back down to you as he's walking away, smirks, and loosens your restraints. You heave as you try to regain your breath, and the Avengers stare at you.
You're angered once more, but now you know the repercussions. You’re really fucked now.
“It’s going to be 30 more minutes!” Steve calls from the front of the jet.
30 minutes until the rest of your life is decided. Better savor them, as they may be your last. Wondering what happens next? You’ll have to read part 4, hopefully coming out tomorrow!
Thanks again for all the support, I’m so happy I get the privilege to write for such an amazing and kind audience! My requests are still open, and I really, really need people to send in requests. Thanks again, everyone! Have an amazing night/day and thanks for reading!!
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Okay @princekirijo you want an essay? Well here it is now, or as I like to call it Felix's "Asumari is great and this fandom has no fucking taste" rambling and infodump. Congrats fellas, thanks to Prince you ALL get an asumari essay. But before that I'll try to give you a rundown of Mari and Asuka.
(I'm also so sorry for putting this long ass post on everyone's dashboard)
(Spoiler warning for Evangelion 3.0+1.0 Thrice Upon a Time!!)
Alright on one hand we have Mari Illustrious Makinami. Her whole deal? She's a walking ray of sunshine, literally lol. Unlike any other character in the Evangelion franchise she doesn't suffer from her trauma, she's quite literally the only healthy and functioning human being, she's just slightly leaning towards "batshit crazy" with the stunts she pulls 🤷♂️. Other than that she just loves living, she loves being with people, she keeps moving forward, stays positive and decides to live life to it's fullest even after she experiences loss and multiple apocalyptic events (Second Impact, Third Impact, etc.) and she really just embodies the joy of living. That's all there is to her, or at least all we know.
On the other hand, we have Asuka Langley Shikinami who is... well it's hard to explain what she is to be honest. She's part-German and part-Japanese and part of a line of clones specifically made with the purpose to pilot an Evangelion and later on be used as a sacrifice to trigger another Impact (ITS COMPLICATED I KNOW-) Asuka is, unlike Mari, very much suffering from her trauma. She doesn't have her parents and has a very deep seated belief that she's completely alone, which she says doesn't matter as long as she can pilot the Eva. She also very much wants to fight and kill angels all by herself, and it's seriously messing with her when she can't achieve that.
Now we get to the more interesting parts (hopefully this so far wasn't too confusing, then again it's Eva and even I can't fully wrap my head around it all LMAO)
In the second Rebuild movie (Evangelion 2.0 You can (not) advance) we get introduced to both of them, Mari's introduction scene (in the original English dub) has her pilot an Eva and singing about how she'll take the world on by herself, while in the third movie's (Evangelion 3.0 You can (not) redo) opening scene she's piloting the Eva again but this time it's together with Asuka (in her own Unit 02 though) and during that Mari sings about how wonderful it is not to be alone. It's nothing big yet, but it's a really cute detail me thinks,,, you know what else I love about them? They bicker and they banter and it's genuinely so fun to listen to shskdhsuwj
(For a quick catch up: During the end of 2.0 Shinji (the protagonist) triggers another apocalyptic event, the Near Third Impact, and was only stopped due to Kaworu (the guy in my pfp) stepping in. Also between 1.0/2.0 and 3.0/3.0+1.0 are about 14 years (without Shinji bc he's like comatose) where A LOT happens AND we learn in 3.0 that Eva pilots don't age physically bc of "The curse of the Eva"... honestly Eva is wild lmao)
Okay okay I'll get back to it!
So one thing that happens is that Asuka during 2.0 develops a crush on Shinji (girl why-), unfortunately things take a turn for the worse. Asuka had volunteered to be the testpilot for a new Eva (Unit 03), she seemed happy at the time and it was a really sweet build up with the "I can smile, I didn't know I could still do that."-line. And then? Then it turns out the Ninth Angel had infected Unit 03 (Angels are basically the Kaijus they fight using Evas btw). The thing goes on a loose and Shinji is forced to fight it (With Asuka inside mind you), he refuses and his father uses an autopilot to destroy Unit 03. And boy did it destroy the angel, well it and it crushed Asuka between its jaws (you can actually hear her scream btw haha pain :)).
Asuka survived though, but the whole incident cost her her humanity and she ended up becoming an angel herself/she took the place of the Ninth. But despite that, there's one person who keeps believing in Asuka's humanity, who fiercely believes Asuka is still a human and tells her as much.
Yep, that one person is Mari and she keeps holding onto that belief until the very end when Asuka uses her last resort, which is using the power of an angel (Doing so was a guaranteed death sentence btw). Mari's own words (in the German dub) were, "Princess, you're giving up being human…" AND IT MAKES ME SO EMO GOD FUCK
While I'm at it, Mari and Asuka are a fucking killer combo as a team. They rely on each other for support in combat, listen to the other's orders and advice. Especially in Asuka's case it's kind of a big deal that she so openly relies and counts on Mari's support. Like these two trust each other with their damn lifes!!! Holy shit!!
Guess what though, they also have nicknames for eachother. Mari always calls Asuka "Princess" or "(Your) Highness" while Asuka calles Mari "Four-eyes" / "Four-eyed chrony (idk how you spell that tbh RIP" Even better though, in the German dub Asuka calls Mari "Brillerella" as in a combination of "Brille" (German for glasses) and "Cinderella",,,,Cinderella and her Prince,,,Brillerella and her Princess,,, man, that was a gay fucking move of the translation team. Spoiler: I owe them my life.
Funfact: There's exactly two times throughout the Rebuild movies where Mari uses Asuka's actual name. These two times being when she watches Asuka "die" and be used as a sacrifice for Gendo's selfish plan and when later on she begs Shinji, "So please the Princess… Asuka needs your help!" And the best part? That wasn't even the first time she did that. The mentioned line came from 3.0+1.0, but she did that too in 3.0 with the, "At least save the Princess!" line (although her tone was much more...pissed, like she was really angry lol)
Remember the crush Asuka had on Shinji? Well due to the Unit 03 incident a whole lot of other shit got mixed into that and her feelings for him in general became really bitter (understandably so). Now Mari being who she is sometimes teases Asuka about said old crush but she really does want Asuka to get closure and sort that mess out.
As an example for the teasing, in 3.0 there's a scene that goes like this (please imagine Mari with a literal :3 face while saying that):
"Unit! Are you back in the game?"
"I'm on it, your Highness. But first things first, how was our little puppy (Shinji)? Did he sit like a good little boy?"
"He's exactly the same! Same stupid face talking mayhem!"
"That goofy face of his, that's what you wanted to see? Riiiiight?"
"Shut up! I went there to bat him one!... And I feel better!"
There's also a very short bonus manga that was released in Japan for Thrice Upon a Time's release that has Mari trying to convince Asuka to come with her on the mission to get Shinji, given everything that follows, it's just another thing to prove my point. And the final bit relating to that is this:
"Feeling better now?"
"Yeah, I do feel better."
That's the exchange Asuka and Mari have after they talked to Shinji, it's nothing special but I think it's really sweet and this time Asuka actually sounded like she was feeling better instead of when she was screaming after she nearly broke pretty thick glass with her fist (If she had hit someone with that much force she definitely would've broken something omggg #violentimpulsesgang)
To get back on track though: I already mentioned it but during the second half of 3.0+1.0 Asuka "dies" (and honestly that entire scene is worth its own in-depth post because its just one huge parallel to The End of Evangelion), the point is: You can tell that the loss of Asuka honestly hits Mari hard. Not only because of how Mari screams Asuka's name but also because of her expressions. They're pained, like really fucking pained and Mari even apologizes to her that she has to fall back due to the fact that she's injured AND because eveything is going wrong.
After the events of Evangelion 3.0 these two got seperated from eachother, Mari was with WILLE (the organization both of them are with) and on board of Wunder (the ship WILLE basically operates from) while Asuka was in a Village full of (Near) Third Impact Survivors. When they do meet again it went like this:
Asuka, barely back, comes to the door and calls, "I'm back." And within seconds of Asuka stepping into their room after the door opens Mari already runs towards her, arms wide open and she says, "Welcome back, your Highness! Good job. I missed you so much!" And she says that while she literally nuzzles into Asuka,,,like,,,what the fuck gay people real!!!
Best part? Asuka clearly has enough strength to push Mari completely away if she were uncomfortable, but she doesn't. Asuka merely wanted enough space to look at the room (because Mari managed to horde even more books lol) and play her game. During their entire renunion Mari keeps hugging her, and part of me thinks that perhaps deep down Asuka actually enjoys the feeling of physical affection.
Before we get to the last point though, let me say that Asuka and Mari have scenes in 3.0+1.0 that parallel Shinji and Kaworu's from 3.0. (Fyi Kaworu loves Shinji (yeah, like that, and 3.0 was basically them being gay as fuck for an hour) so like...do I even need to explain?
And then of course there's also this, the "Take care of yourself, Princess…" line. That is the last time Mari talks to Asuka and as much as that line alone already is so much, it's Mari's expression in particular that kills me. Because this? This soft, almost bittersweet expression she has, as she basically says goodbye? Because she knows Asuka will finally be happy and safe? It just makes me feel so much actually. Man.
In the end it's a fact that Mari loved Asuka, wether that is interpreted as platonic or romantic by someone is up to them. But it is a fact that Asuka was loved enough that someone wanted to hug her, was happy to see her, to praise her, was hurt by her loss, wanted her to be safe, that someone told her "Take care of yourself…" Asuka was really and honestly so loved that someone would tell her, "I missed you."
But Asuka? Asuka was too hurt, too wrapped up in her own head to actually see how loved she was by Mari (and other people) that she genuinely believed she's completely alone and always will be alone.
It makes the "Take care of yourself" line hit even harder to me, because it's not only Mari's goodbye, but it's a goodbye during the one time Asuka allowed herself to be vulnerable and admit what she really wanted.
And honestly? All of this? Its makes me feel so many things and I just love them so much man.
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You're doing prompts! Yesss you have no idea how happy that makes me cause I love you're writing so so so much its so amazing soo yayyyyyy 🥳🥳 can I request prompt 32? Things you said I wouldn't understand. Maybe some wolfstar? I'm just a slut for your fics so I would probably die if you wrote this. Even if you don't that's fine I never wanna pressure you soo yeah love you 💕💕
~Notes: Gorgeous, this message is literally so fucking kind and I am absolutely SOBBING!!!! You are such a fucking gorgeous soul! And this means the galaxy! And I’m sorry! This screams angst, but I had a really really fucking awful day, so I just wanted to escape with some fluff :( But if you want me to redo I promise I will! Or you can send me another prompt and I’ll write angst! I adore you!!!
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Sirius realizes on an ordinary Tuesday morning as he spills the chocolate chips into the batter of the first batch of flapjacks, that he and his husband of over a decade haven’t had a date night for three months.
Three! Ruddy! Months!
THat’s completely not on! especially considering that now that the twins have entered their terrible twos they’ve barely had any energy at all to go beyond furtive hand jobs and messy kisses in almost just as long. Sirius misses his bloody husband damn it!
“Daddy?” Angelica asks with owlish eyes from where she and her younger brother, Teddy, are standing on either side of him with their expectant plates in hand. “You look peaky.”
“Like you’re gonna puke,” Teddy tacks on helpfully, his ordinarily tawny curls turning a putrid shade of green just to emphasize his point. And Sirius silently reminds himself to tell Tonks off for teaching his kid such rude gestures once she gets back from her honeymoon with that Muggle bird of hers.
“Oi, you guys are going to make your old man feel like he’s the Hogwarts squid if you keep on.” Sirius tells them with a soft tug on Angelica’s ponytail and a cluck of a tongue directed towards his son.
“You’re father’s probably still just getting use to the time difference after getting back from the states.”
Sirius straightens up— pulse spiking in that way it always has around Remus ever since they had first begun to go out as fifth years— and spots him padding into the kitchen, beautifully sleep rumpled and cradling a babbling Maeve in one arm, while her twin, Matthew, toddles along side them with a meaty thumb in his mouth. Though he immediately begins sprinting towards Sirius once realizing that he’s finally home from teaching those Americans the newly enhanced defense tactics that the British Aurors have been utilizing to successful degrees.
“THere’s my Matty,” he crows, lifting him up in the air and blowing a raspberry into his belly while the toddler squawks with glee.
“Daddy home! Daddy! Daddy!”
“And he brings with him enough noise to rival the frog choir,” Remus notes absently.
Sirius waggles his tongue over at him, heart stuttering when he watches the morning sun spilling through the wide partition and unspooling golden in Remus’s hair. “You need it, gorgeous, considering you couldn’t wake up to your own ruddy alarm.”
Remus smiles in that abashed way that’s always been more devious than most give him credit for, “It’s the seventh year Ravenclaws, I think they will actually end up giving me an aneurism with how much extra they write in the essays.”
“Alas, I’m too pretty to be a widow,” Sirius sighs, tossing Matthew up in the air once more and cradling him into his arm before walking over to Remus and dipping down to kiss the corner of his mouth. “I’ve missed you.”
“You could’ve woken me up you know,” Remus mumbles, shifting from foot to foot while sliding Maeve into her high chair. “The moon’s not til tomorrow night.”
Sirius ducks his head, scratching the back of it with appropriate diffidence. “I just didn’t want to disturb you, love.”
Remus doesn’t catch his eye as he begins to walk over to the counter and brings the other portions of the meal to the table, lips pinched and shoulders stiff. “I’m not a total invalid, Sirius. I could welcome my husband home after a week apart.”
“What’s that mean, Tad?” Teddy asks, oblivious to the undercurrent of hurt in his father’s tone and energetic as always while scrambling into his own seat around the breakfast nook, wide eyes glowing with that easy mirth that Sirius is thankful every day his children can feel without any lingering ghosts. “A, erm— In—valvid."
“It means your Tad’s a bit brassed off at me, Ted.” Sirius answers for him, affecting a light hearted cadence. "And that I better get round to finishing up breakfast or else he’ll give me that stiff upper lip of his.”
Remus pins him with a glare from over his shoulder while Sirius sets Matthew into his own seat besides his sister, but his features are softened and Sirius knows that it means he’s close to being forgiven.
“Daddy can I have blueberries in mine,” Angelica asks as he returns to the oven.
“Course, jellybean,” Sirius answers, adopting the pet name that Hope had called her granddaughter ever since they had brought her back from the hospital eight years ago. Sirius loved it even more once finding out that it was actually a reference to some sort of Muggle treat that Remus use to eat by the handfuls as a lad.
“OmyChocomydadzee,” Ted yells towards them with a wedge of cheese in his mouth before sticking his fork into the plate of sliced fruit so to waggle it in front of a giggling Maeve.
“Sorry, son, I don’t understand trollish. Or is that some sort of highly advanced Metamorphmagus language that your Aunty Dora has been teaching you on the sly that we lowly, ordinary wizards couldn’t possibly understand?”
Teddy rolls his bright eyes with a huff, swallowing down pointedly before speaking again. “Only chocolate in mine, just like Tad!”
“Manners, Ted, remember please and thank yous.” Remus says, long suffering as he eases down into his own seat and sips from the mug of coffee that Sirius had already prepared for him. “Though yes, I’d like mine to be chocolate too, Sirius, if you’re taking orders.”
Sirius grins indulgently at them before peering down to his eldest. “Angie darling, what shall we do with their teeth once they fall out from all that sugar?”
Angelica laughs glowingly, and Sirius brushes back her chestnut bangs with a reverent hand.”The snow warlock outdoors could use it since he’s only got a carrot nose after Matty ate the chocolate frogs we were s’pose to use for his smile.”
“Brilliant!”
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After they’ve all eaten, Teddy and Angelica race outside to await the Potters amidst shouts of “Shut your trap,” from a peeved off Teddy every time Angelica taunts him over his crush on Effie, and the twins dig into their toy chest in the living room while Sirius and Remus spell away the mess that always ensues after a meal with the Lupin-Blacks.
“Andromeda wants us to bring the Christmas pudding this year,” Remus idly tells Sirius while he enchants the dishes to begin washing themselves with a graceful flick of his wand. Remus ordinarily prefers cleaning them by hand, so Sirius has an inkling that the impending full moon has already begun aching in his bones. Merlin’s saggy bollocks does he wish this new, experimental potion would just escape the bureaucracy of the Ministry so that the man who is his other half could at least have a small relief.
“Is that along with the wine and fresh cranberry sauce she’s asked for?” Sirius says, saddling up behind Remus, bending slightly so to nuzzle his nose along the hollow of his long neck.
“Mmm, she thought you might say that, and wanted to kindly remind you that she carried a set of twins for us when she was forty even though we promised that Ted would be the last sprog.”
“Pff, as if I’d let potter outdo us.”
“We definitely didn’t let that happen,” Remus snorts. “The twins and Pip will surely be the next generation Marauders, God save Minerva.”
“Exactly!” Sirius sneers, locking his arms around Remus’s torso. “Besides ’s not like it’s our fault Meda’s bloody eggs decided on a two for one deal.”
Remus stifles a laugh, leaning back into the embrace and setting his hand over Sirius’s where he’s begun thumbing small circles against his abdomen. “Yes, well if you’d like to have that argument with her?”
“Oh, she’s full of it. I know that the twins are her favorites, spoils them rotten I tell you Moons.”
“Well it’s hard not to with such cute faces,” Remus says, turning his head slightly so to peer over at the pair of them through the doorway. Maeve is munching on the leg of her barbie and Matthew is clashing together pieces of two completely contradictory puzzles. Sirius swears that his chest might implode with the love he feels for his chaotic, little family.
“Course they’re cute, Moons,” he says loftily instead of the incredibly sappy emotions that are flooding his insides. “They’re are kids, cute is in the genes.”
“Cocky bastard,” Remus snorts before turning around in his arms and kissing him full on the mouth. And yes, the sight of Remus curled around the latest essay he’s meant to be marking up with the baby monitor for the twins’s room clutched in his left fist, was an absolute heavenly sight, but Sirius thinks this more hands on approach is a much more appropriate welcome after dealing with an ocean between them and six nights apart.
“Mmm, does this mean I’m not in the dog house anymore?” Sirius asks hopefully, trailing a path of kisses along Remus’s jawline and stopping at the hinge where it meets his neck so to suck only slightly, reveling in the beautifully familiar taste of his husband.
“You were never in the dog house you daft mutt,” Remus reproves in a voice that could’ve been caustic if it weren’t for his words going breathy half way through and his hands clutching tightly onto Sirius’s shoulders. “’S just— Just… Nothing.”
Sirius feels his stomach twist, pulling off of him with a scowl set on his face, and refusing for Remus to just brush this aside, the way he’s always want to do instead of talking about anything that actually might be hurting him. Like he’s afraid that his sodding feelings are somehow a burden, the self-possessed bastard.
“Tell me,” he intones, brooking no arguments while he gently takes Remus’s face in hand so he can’t look away.
His gorgeous features twist up, indignant and mulish, but they relax almost just as quickly, a defense tactic that’s melt away almost completely after so long of being intwined with one another in the most intimate of ways.
“Sirius, there was a time that you could hardly keep your hands off of me after being away for less than half as long,” Remus tells him, voice wavering only slightly. “And I understand if it’s getting tiring having to parent around the moon’s schedule—“
“What the bloody fuck are you talking about,” Sirius really meant to listen to him all the way through, he did! But he can’t help just how furious he got at the sound of that absolutely ridiculous conclusion Remus has somehow conjured up in his impossible mind. Positively hates how this is still such a point of sensitivity Remus has when it regards to their relationship.
“Sirius—“
“Don’t be a completely idiotic arse, Lupin!” Sirius very nearly shouts, absolutely broiling. “You are the love of my life, and I wouldn’t change a single sodding thing about us! And I swear to Merlin or Morgana or whoever the fuck else, that if you begin speaking such rubbish again, I’ll have to lock you up in our bedroom, and show you just how intensely I mean that.”
Remus’s face has gone flushed throughout Sirius’s diatribe, and his hazel eyes twinkle with that adoring way of his that always makes Sirius’s heart lodge somewhere in his diaphragm. “Lupin-Black.”
“Pardon?”
“You called me Lupin, it’s Lupin-Black now, has been for quite a while.”
Sirius chuckles lowly, feeling his righteous anger deflate as he crowds Remus against the kitchen island and presses their foreheads together. “You done being a senseless sod then?”
Remus locks his hands around Sirius’s neck, kisses his cupids bow with a tender earnestness. “You still could’ve woken me up.”
“I just wanted to make sure that you wouldn’t be exhausted for tomorrow, love.” Sirius reiterates, kissing him with feeling before pulling apart once more. “Though if I’m being totally honest, I would’ve liked it if you could’ve wanked me off in hello.”
“That’s all you would’ve wanted?” Remus asks smugly, the tip of his index finger tracing idl patterns against Sirius’s neck.
“Mmm, don’t tease me, Moony.” Sirius tells him before sharing another snog. “I was just thinking earlier on that it’s been three ruddy months since I’ve had you to myself for the entire night.””
Remus’s smile brightens, “Oh yeah? You’ve missed that have you?” He bucks forwards, and Sirius can feel him pressed completely against his front.
“I think I might go mad very, very soon, Mssr Moony if we don’t correct this most awful of grievances.”
Remus laughs fondly, kissing the tip of his nose with a smile on his face. “Well I reckon that the twins are old enough to sleep through the night, and Grandma Lupin is always asking after them.”
Sirius brightens ten fold, “Really?”
“I’m sure the kids won’t mind spending an extended weekend on the Welsh coast.” Remus nods.
“Right, good. Yes! Let’s use that tellamabob thing.”
“But the kitchen’s still a mess.”
“Remus, please have mercy on me,” Sirius begs with his best pleading look until his husband finally relents in that worldweary way of his, even if it’s him who snatches Sirius’s wrist and drags him to that muggle contraption, an excited jittering to his grasp all the while.
Sirius is irrecoverably in love with such a bellend.
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If you're still doing these, could I get a 🎫 concert ticket for Harry Potter and Once Upon A Time?
Glad to have found your blog!!!
I'm Lucifer, but people call me Luci or Luce, I'm 21 (22 in September), I identifiy somewhere around the nonbinary category, but I see gender as something trivial. I'm a panromantic demisexual and prefer they/her pronouns. 6'3 tall, long wavy blonde hair, black eyes. I wear glasses and usually skirts with old band t-shirts (that I actually listen to).
I always have a bunch or rings around my fingers as well as multiple ear piercings. I'm super pale, to the point that people often ask me if I'm sick.
I'm introverted, but I can be a social butterfly if required. I love listening as much as talking. I never really talk about emotions/feelings but anything else I'mhappy to chat about. I don't really react to things apart from my facial expressions. The lift of an brow, a smirk or an eye-roll will let you know how I feel about things without verbal confirmation. I'm always calm and collected, and my voice stays monotonous no matter what ; I don't stutter, yell or scream.
I'm highly intelligent and very sarcastic, and rarely laugh outloud, but smirk a lot. I might come across as rude and blunt but on the inside I am a softie, just don't show it often.
I love literature (especially classic), arts and learning languages (I currently speak 18). I'm also musically very inclined. I study History and mythology. When it comes to hobbies, I read and collect lots of things things such as lighters, tarot cards, night lights, rocks/crystals and books.
I have four siblings and am the oldest, but I don't really keep in touch with my family that much. I have a few good friends (2 or 3) and I don't even really need much more.
I'm a Virgo, Slytherin and INTJ-A if that tells you anything.
I'm not athletic in the least, but am in good shape. My body is an hourglass figure and I also got a bunch of tattoos.
I have a bad habit of smoking, and usually having a glass of scotch or wine with me (but I never get drunk or even tipsy). I love spending time near water, but hate getting wet. I usually take long walks outside after midnight while listening to creepypastas or true crime podcasts. I love the genre horror overall, yet I rarely get scared. The only thing I'm scared of is being scared if something. And Santa Claus (<-- no idea as to why).
If I were to go on an ideal date, it'd hopefully be something original and not the cheese classics, but I wouldn't mind them either. I just want to experience new things.
I don't really celebrate holidays (e.g. Christmas, Ester) since I was raised in an atheist/witchcraft household.
If I still might add something, when it comes to relationships I'm never overly dramatic. I don't, as previosuly mentioned, yell or really even cry. I don't get frustrated or suspicious easily. If I see any inclination that my partner might be e.g. cheating on me, I ask them about it directly and will absolutely under no circumstanses go through their phone, computer or start stalking them.
You wanted 3 random things, here :
1. I can't cook shit, I have set spaghetti on fire, cracked a pan in half and blown up a microwave.
2. I'm very unpredictable, but at the same time I like to stick to certain routines etc.
3. I've had my hair dyed more times that I can count with more colors than I know how to name.
Uhhh, I think that's all? I hope you have a good day :)
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I ship you with....
Peter Pan
- Arriving on Neverland, in hindsight, was a mistake. Magic beans while very reliable were prone to mistakes every so often and so instead of appearing in the Enchanted Forest, you were on the beach of a large island. And what was the most odd of all, was not the strange feeling you felt upon arriving on the island, but the pair of eyes you could practically feel staring at you from the trees. Hoping that it was just an animal of some sort, you walked off the beach and headed to the path through the forest.
- Unfortunately for you, the feeling lingered, following you almost as you walked through the forest. Tall trees lined the path and every once in awhile you’d see some small animals scurry away. What seemed to stand out the most however were the silhouettes standing off in the side, deep within the trees but standing right below the sunlight for you to see clearly. There was four, than five, than six than......only one. Looking at your surroundings, you saw your footprints in the ground before you and it hit you. You’d been walking in circles the whole time and the silhouette was still there.
“Hello?” You called out, not sure as to whether or not the silhouette really was there.
Without a verbal response, the figure disappeared only to reappear a few feet in front of you.
You jumped back in shock but quickly regained your balance as you studied the person before you. It was a boy, looking to be around your age, with a questioning look on his face as he looked at you. “Who are you?”
“I could ask you the same question.”
“I asked you first!”
“And I’m in charge of this island!”
“You? In charge of an island? What is this Neverland?” You rolled your eyes at the possibility. Neverland was a place made up so that kids could fall asleep. Not a real place that you could visit.
“Yes it is, and I run things around here so tell me, who are you.” The boy replied, emphasizing his last three words as he spoke.
“As if, what’s next? You call your little Lost Boys to come prove to me?” You scoffed. To believe that you were on Neverland was already too much and all you wanted was to get home to the Enchanted Forest but it seems you’re stuck playing pretend with a boy who doesn’t want to grow up. A shame really
Smirking, the boy simply pressed two fingers to your forehead and before you could even say something, your mind went foggy and your vision was filled with black.
- To say you got off on a rough start was an understatement. The two of you were constantly at each other’s neck while he kept you on the island, the camp specifically, and didn’t let you leave due to belief that you were a spy of some sorts. Not that he had anything to hide. Not yet at least.
- As time went on however, the two of you had begun to form a friendship. It wasn’t anything big or odd, but it was definitely new. He’d be less of an ass to you and let you explore the island on your own (with some exception).
- Upon finding your out about your hobbies, he would discreetly try to surprise you with materials to help you engage in them even if Neverland’s magic still had some restrictions. He would still try to the best of his abilities.
I also ship you with....
Blaise Zabini
- Losing was one thing Blaise never took lightly. Competitive he was but even with his ambition and skill, it was the mundane things that revolved around luck that often made him lose. Like the stupid bet he made with Theo on whether Gryffindor would win or lose where the loser would have to make a full four course meal complete with drinks for all the Slytherins in their year. Unfortunately for him, he had lost unlike Gryffindor and now here he was, spending his Saturday afternoon in the kitchens and a cookbook Pansy had given him “to help”.
- Blaise didn’t know what he’d see upon entering kitchen. He was sure to see a few House Elves, perhaps he could ask them for help, but what he didn’t except was to see you standing in front of the stove with a pot spilt cleanly in half somehow and a fire burning below. And to make matters worst, you were simply standing there as if you had been frozen.
“Hey watch out!” He called out as a flame went up towards you. Pushing you out the way just in time, he managed to save you from the burn in return of him getting burned.
“Fuck.” He hissed out in pain. Gripping his arm as he put out the fire with his wand before dropping it on the ground.
Without a word, you simply grabbed your wand and waved it above his burn. You seemed to be muttering something, a spell of some sort, as a cooling sensation covered his wound. Looking down, he was shocked to see that the burn was actually healing.
“How, how did you.... Thank you.”
“I was practicing a charm, fire control, but thank you for the concern.”
Feeling sheepish for thinking that you didn’t have it under control, he ended up excusing himself from the kitchen to head back to his dorm where his friends immediately pounced on the chance to tease him for a variety of reasons.
- The next day, instead of going to Hogsmeade with his friends, Blaise stayed back at the castle to catch up on a paper he had failed to submit on time. Deciding on going to the library, sh was disappointed to see that almost all of the tables were taken. All but one in the far back corner. Quickly heading towards it, a sigh left his lips as someone dropping their book bag into the table beat him to the table: you.
“Oh did you need the table? I can leave if you’d like?”“ You said upon noticing him standing in front of the table.
“No, no it’s alright I just uh, planned on finishing a paper for Flitwick’s class.” He admitted.
“You can have a seat if you’d like, I’ll just be doing my own work and you can do yours.” You kindly offered and Blaise gladly accepted. He really need to finish this paper or else he’s be kicked off the Quidditch team so while he didn’t get the complete privacy he originally wanted, he’s fine with this.
As the two of you worked in quiet, occasionally Blaise would sneak glances your way which you ended up catching once.
“Hi.” was all you managed to muster out as you tried to contain the wide smile that wanted yo grow on your face.
Trying his best to not chuckle at your slightly flustered state, he mirrored your smile as he replied with a “Hello.”
#you didn’t mention romantic or platonic so i just made it platonic#long post#jens record shop#jens 4k follower celebration#(🎫) concert tickets#marvelousluci
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