#PA: Rowena

[not-your-chosen]

@sah1x1s and I looked at all the gifs of Pedro pascal as joe and was like postapocalyptic Frankie

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To be fair, this wasn't Rowena's house. During the main incident, the turmoil, the mayhem, when the Orphanage and the rest of the city burnt to the ground, she had hopped on a truck, and waited untill the driver died then walked some more. Still she was unsure of what actually happened, only that she was safe on the farm.

The elderly home owners dead in the house, she burried them along the fence line leading out onto the road, the multiple german shepherd dogs after some grieving had took her in as part of the pack, she head snippits of happenings on the radio, but made do. Cultivated the wild plants, sowed some new ones.

One day, Laika, the dog that allways stayed home, nearly never stepped foot out of it, had bolted to rowena on her forraging trip barking untill they got back to the house. Then, it turned to growls. 

Toeing the door open with her boot she raised the rifle in the figures direction.

“Sir, please put your hands up.” her small voice tried to be commanding 

[walkergirlsposts]

Listened to the panel. (Ouch)

Why, after 15+ years is she creating a whole new narrative that she auditioned for many female roles during the time they were dating (so seasons 2-5)?

I say this is a completely new narrative because she has been point blanked asked why she wasn’t on the show back in 2009-2015, and her answer was always that’s his thing or that’s his show.

So why is it now she’s saying she auditioned—and clearly didn’t get the roles?

Now we know from past interviews that she asked Singer and his wife to create a role for her at the s12 post season party. Which they did. Creating a d-plot character that was a conniving, materialistic bitch. Which they told her and the public it was created after Danneel’s real persona. (Ouch.)

But this new “I auditioned for every female role early on” is a really really weird flex to now bring it up.

Is she lying? What would be the motive? Seems really stupid to lie about it.

If she’s now telling the truth, then she and Jensen were both embarrassed about it all these years. And they should be.

Probably Jensen doesn’t want to bring it up bc he knows that she knows (and so does most cast and crew) that the only reason she didn’t get those parts (while dating Jensen) is because Jensen himself didn’t want her on the show.

I mean — Sandy (Jared’s gf at the time) was on, Jensen’s dad and sister, her brother Gino, Jason Mann’s music and other buddies of his. Even Gen came back in s6.

And if it wasn’t Jensen blocking her…then that means it’s purely a distaste for her by producers.

Let that sink in.

Makes that PA’s story that she was banned from the set when they were dating seem a lot more than just a rumor.

Last note — thank goodness she lost out on the roles like Meg, Ruby, Jo, Rowena, Jody, or Abaddon.

Says a lot that she also didn’t even nail auditions to snag a one episode role like the Halloween witch, pastor’s daughter, the whore, the bartender demon, or one of the mythical gods.

Jensen either couldn’t influence to get her on the show bc she was that bad. Or he didn’t want to. Until he had an incentive to…when it was tied to his “family” brewing business.

Yes to all. I really wish I knew her motive for lying now. Is she just trying to change the narrative as AAs are known to do? Is she putting it out there she's trying to look for work?? Hahaha right, stupid me. Is someone telling her to lie?? Like her mother?

And - like you said if she's telling the truth now, what does it mean? I'm curious too, if it really was Jensen blocking her because he didn't want her on the set regularly because it was just the J's thing - like she always said. Or did one of the producers not want her there? No. I'm guessing him.

I'm just trying to organize what you've said and what I'm thinking.

If she was lying before, I believe it was Jensen who never wanted her on set. She said during Covid they're better apart. Let that sink in, too. Lol

[lol-jackles]

https://www.tumblr.com/lol-jackles/725591148629000192/big-debate-on-a-lot-of-blogs-about-whether-a-spn

Honestly, if Jared and Jensen aren’t prominently featured, I don’t want to watch a revival. But, that’s just me. I agree though that Sam’s son is the best way to go and gives the most potential for carrying on the shows legacy in a potentially fresh way and connection to the OG show. I think both brothers would need to make appearances to get fans on board.

I think your point about Jared not wanting to be involved unless he has a creative say is spot on. I had a M&G with him at JIB this year (no NDA), and, keeping it vague, he said he’s looked at some projects but he always wants to tweak something about them/the character or have a say in what comes next. He basically suggested he’s not interested in doing something unless he has some input. I think this must be even more true with Supernatural related projects since Sam’s character got crappy treatment at times. I also think Jared is more aware of, or cares more about, how crappy SPN got towards the end than Jensen.

Not surprising that Jared would want some input. Actors are often treated like furniture, placed at a spot and told to act but only from waist up. I've seen PAs point blank tell background actors that they are nothing more than furniture that eats. It's partly why high tier actors have their own production companies so that they have some control over their own characters.

More importantly, Supernatural and Sam are Jared's legacy, he would want to protect them to the best of his ability. I think it was Jared who suggested a 5-year gap between 15x19 and 15x20 so the SPN revival could occur during that time frame as long as J2 don’t visibly age and maintain their weights.

With Jack remaking heaven and keeping the angels away from earth and Rowena keeping demons away from the Winchesters, the brothers’ hunts return to the simpler days of monster hunting.  My personal favorite fanfic idea is Sam’s adult hunter grandchildren time travel back to 2020 to search for a valuable artifact, only to run into Sam and Dean one month before 15x20.  The grandchildren cannot tell Sam and Dean who they really are, but as they spend more time with Sam and Dean, they come to really like Dean and want to warn him of his impending death.  But then they realized that if Dean lives, Sam won’t leave hunting, won’t meet their grandmother, and they will cease to exist.

[ardentpoop]

I need original (platonic/romantic/sexual) ship tags like I had during my succ era. they’re so fun. spitballing:

sam & cas & jack: devil’s rejects

sam & dean & jack: spirals in hyperspace

sam & dean & cas & jack: DV sitcom

sam & dean: abduction of persephone

sam & cas: paging doctor feelgood

sam & jack: chemical tardigrades

dean & jack: the warden’s son

sam & cas & dean: ménage a faux pas

sam & benny: prison affair

sam & jake: questmate jinx

sam & meg: botched exorcism

sam & gordon: sister stalker 2

sam & john: redundant lightkeeper

sam & mary: the women’s side

sam & john & dean: funerary boat

dean & john: swallowing the torch

sam & rowena: spoiled apprentice

sam & ruby: lamb to the slaughter 1954

sam & gadreel: the accessory

sam & lucifer: trouble in paradise

sam & crowley: receptacle vs outlet

sam & chuck/sam & faith: your god comes and he is ordinary and terrible

[secretly-a-catamount]

In Response To Your Serafina and the Black Cloak Reread Thoughts:

Least accurate part of this book is the implication that serafina uses a hairbrush lmao (no, no, you don’t understand! It’s a very important part of her character arc that she uses a hairbrush after this first book! /joking)

New slang: spit nails (means be really mad) (have you never heard this before? I don’t say this on a regular basis, but I’ve definitely heard that before.)

“I’m twelve years old. I’m grown up.” Mmmm not quite, but I agree with the spirit! (They’re so, so young. It really makes all the atrocities they suffer through some much worse. 😢)

“Just tell me what’s wrong with me. I want to know. Why are you ashamed of me?” scuse me, I’ll just be over here… crying… in the corner (poor baby, he loves you more than you know!)

Ohhhh serafina back story… she could’ve had 3 siblings (AU where all of her siblings survive, but they’re humans too & her pa raises them all???) (I can’t help but think she’d have two sister and one brother . . . I’m gonna write this one day, just you watch.)

The midwives wouldn’t even help a baby??? And the nuns were so mean for what? Like at least consolidate the man, he’s trying to keep a child alive, don’t just tell him “it’s going to die. You should kill it now” who DOES THAT?? (nuns, apparently. But I understand where they were coming from, if Serafina was human and genuinely did had those birth defects it looked like she had because she was a catamount she would have died really painfully. I guess they thought killing her swiftly would be a mercy.)

It’s so funny to me that serafina didn’t realize she was the baby in the story until after it was over. i get that it’s a kids book but still! (I mean, would anyone want to believe they’re inhumane?)

Oooooh nature v nurture very nice very nice (no additional comments, it is very nice)

Oh wow I forgot serafina was almost kidnapped when she was probably around 2-3ish (her pa says she was walking/wandering around, so I assume it’s around that time?) (Yup, and Pa murdered a CPS worker for her.)

“It’s plain to see that you’re not like other girls” WOW sera’s pa just went there lmao (lamo!)

Ok so when I was first reading this, I remember shipping Leandra and serafina’s pa SO HARD and wanting her to have a proper mother-daughter-father type family, yknow? (while I get that, I particularly like the the two sides of her family don’t combine. More representation to blended-families, ya know?)

The implication that bright/stereotypically “good” things can ensnare your soul too is so fascinating. That good things can be bad for you too… fascinating (This theme is very present throughout the entire series, particularly in book three.)

Serafina and The Black Cloak Reread Thoughts: Chapter Four

Least accurate part of this book is the implication that serafina uses a hairbrush lmao

New slang: spit nails (means be really mad)

“I’m twelve years old. I’m grown up.” Mmmm not quite, but I agree with the spirit!

“Just tell me what’s wrong with me. I want to know. Why are you ashamed of me?” scuse me, I’ll just be over here… crying… in the corner

Ohhhh serafina back story… she could’ve had 3 siblings (AU where all of her siblings survive, but they’re humans too & her pa raises them all???)

The midwives wouldn’t even help a baby??? And the nuns were so mean for what? Like at least consolidate the man, he’s trying to keep a child alive, don’t just tell him “it’s going to die. You should kill it now” who DOES THAT??

It’s so funny to me that serafina didn’t realize she was the baby in the story until after it was over. i get that it’s a kids book but still!

Oooooh nature v nurture very nice very nice

Oh wow I forgot serafina was almost kidnapped when she was probably around 2-3ish (her pa says she was walking/wandering around, so I assume it’s around that time?)

“It’s plain to see that you’re not like other girls” WOW sera’s pa just went there lmao

Ok so when I was first reading this, I remember shipping Leandra and serafina’s pa SO HARD and wanting her to have a proper mother-daughter-father type family, yknow? 

The implication that bright/stereotypically “good” things can ensnare your soul too is so fascinating. That good things can be bad for you too… fascinating

[hphmmatthewluther]

Threads of Silver: Chapter 5 - Ripples in the Valleys

After a long time of waiting due to uni work and creative block, it's finally here! This is the conclusion to this part of TOS, but there is definitely more of this story, that might be told by some other familiar faces! This story features ocs by @camillejeaneshphm and @endlessly-cursed !!

The previous chapter can be found here !!

Chapter 5: Ripples in the Valleys

“It must be understood that in medieval society, poisonings were seen as a fairly regular and harmless practice for dealing with problems, especially when a serf or servant was poisoned, but only if the perpetrator is never caught. To fail at a poisoning, however, was a massive social faux pas, as it often had the capacity to ruin a good feast in a way successful poisonings didn’t.” - Mayson Kowalski’s History Report

It was Gabriel who broke the stunned silence that had filled the hall as Lachlann got to his feet. He looked the apprentice up and down, shaking his head in disbelief. “We all thought…I mean…it was, wasn’t it? The symptoms…the way you…”

Rowena nodded briefly, before turning back to Lachlann. “His body is still dealing with the poison, but…the more fatal symptoms don’t seem to be appearing. Now then, would anyone like to do the decent thing and own up to poisoning my apprentice?”

There was an awkward silence in the air as the many guests looked between each other, Lachlann noticing the Osadas looking directly at Mathilde and Bruna. All of the decorum between the group he had seen early had gone.

It was Mathilde who broke the silence. Between her dark expression and the accusatory look Gabriel was giving her, it seemed rather obvious now what she was notorious for. “Something you’d like to say, good sir?” she asked, her tone of voice passing the judgement back onto Gabriel.

However, it was Rousalie who spoke up. “Oh, don’t be ridiculous-”

“Rousalie, it’s alright-” Gabriel tried to interject, Baron Osada now standing up trying to calm his children down, and the Thane of Cawdor absolutely failing to get everyone to sit back down. Unfortunately, Mathilde and Bruna weren’t helping matters, and it seemed to Lachlann as if an argument would break out there and then. At least until Godric stepped away from the High Table and jumped up onto the one the others had all been sitting on. They all fell silent. Rowena merely rolled her eyes, which conveyed to Lachlann that this wasn’t the first time he’d done this.

“Works every time.” Godric chuckled to himself as he walked across the table towards the others. “Now, I hate to interject, you know me-”

“Oh, please…” Rowena hissed, Lachlann looking up to see Luxia trying to hold in a laugh.

“-but,” Godric continued, holding up his cloak to keep it from getting into any soup, “I feel like all this yelling isn’t helping matters. Let us start with what’s important: are you alright, Lachlann?”

Lachlann winced as the hall now turned to him. He was beginning to understand why Rowena thought of Godric the way she did, but he still appreciated him asking. “I…I definitely feel less faint, and the pain is lessening too…still feel rather sweltered, though.”

Gabriel nodded. “See? This is what I was talking about, all symptoms of Enchanted Nightshade!”

Mathilde chuckled. “Though you are missing the most important component of Enchanted Nightshade, namely the death that follows. Are we sure he didn’t just react badly to our food?”

Rowena tried to stop him, but to Lachlann it didn’t seem like anyone else was following social etiquette either. “Maybe the fact that a certain changeling over there projected into my mind so she can tell me I’m being poisoned.”

Lachlann didn’t need to do much to signpost who he was blaming. The glare he was giving Betwixt was enough for everyone to swivel their heads to find her clutching at the fabric of her dress and glaring back at him, also noticing the Thane of Cawdor looking increasingly agitated. “...And you’re going to all believe him over me? If I wanted to kill him I would have actually done it, not made him pass out for a few minutes, that would simply be-”

She very clearly wanted to say more, but the two changelings either side of her placed a hand on either of her shoulders, and she fell silent. The changeling on the left, the one in the dress, gestured to Godric to continue.

Godric nodded to the other two changelings, his smile fading for a moment. “Thank you. Now, maybe a better question would be “Why didn’t he die?” Because as I’m sure Mathilde knows, that could only be Enchanted Nightshade. I’ve had many a good guest succumb to it in the past few years. And the answer, from where I’m standing at least, is clear.” he said, coming to a stop a few inches from where Lachlann was sitting.

There was a moment of confusion, before Rousalie finally exclaimed “Oh!” and pointed at Lachlann’s bowl. There was a mass of clamouring as the nobles craned their necks to see what she was pointing at, and sure enough within the bowl was still a huge amount of bread and meat. Now she’d pointed it out, it stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the other empty plates.

Bruna finally spoke, still clinging to Mathilde. “I…I don’t quite follow-”

“I do.” Rowena said, a smile now on her face. “Lam, are you alright to stand?”

“I-I think so, milady.” Lachlann said, now feeling a little self-conscious about her holding him up. She let him go and walked over to the table, picking up the bowl. Pulling out her wand, she muttered a few words and her wand glowed a faint purple. There were gasps and a few gags as the food became covered in purple veins.

Godric chuckled. “And there we have it. As Rowena so eloquently demonstrates, It’s not a matter of the food being poorly poisoned. He just didn’t eat enough. My word, this must be why poisonings only happen in noble circles…”

“What makes you say that?” Gabriel asked, squinting at the contaminated food.

Rowena moved it closer to him, Rousalie backing away as she did. “Well, don’t you see? I’m afraid Lachlann here is still getting used to a diet such as ours. Where he comes from they eat different amounts. To him, he ate a normal amount of food.”

“H-He…” Mathilde said quietly, her mouth opening and closing a couple of times. Lachlann stepped over too, and when he did she shot him a look not unlike the one Betwixt gave him. Not just irritation, but sheer disbelief that someone as low as him was able to best her. It made him feel a lot better about the whole thing.

“It was rather rich food.” Lachlann said, absentmindedly. “Does…that settle it?”

“I’m afraid not just yet.” Rowena sighed, turning to the High Table and staring at the Thane. “The last thing I want, O Thane, is for this to devolve into a messy argument that you can skew into one of your battles. As far as I’m concerned, anyone in here could have done it. I confess I’ve made my enemies, after all. I suppose I really should have listened to Lady Hufflepuff. Come, Lam, we’re leaving.”

The Thane looked as if he was about to blow a gasket (not that the gasket had been invented yet). “E-Excuse me?! You talk of me as if I am some common mercenary! My feast has been ruined by the use of magic and so it is my right to use whatever means I have to deal with this!” he spluttered. He looked to either side of him, to Salazar and the third changeling, the one in armour, who seemingly had a conversation between each other based on eye contact alone. Lachlann wondered if they were doing the same thing he and Betwixt had done. Eventually, in part due to the flabbergasted expression on the Thane’s face, Salazar turned to the rest of the hall.

“I find this reasonable. I shall use my magic in the Thane’s service to discover the culprit.” he pledged, his eyes darting across the hall for reactions. They fell on Godric, waiting for his response. For a moment, Lachlann felt as if that was it. He had almost died, but now everyone’s focus was on the Thane’s feast being disrupted. An intense rush of anger filled him at that dismissal of his life, and of Rowena’s, so much so that he almost missed what Godric said next.

“I agree…with Rowena.”. There were gasps. There were mutters. There were exclamations of “What?!”, but Lachlann watched silently. Bruna and Mathilde looked scandalised. The odd thing to Lachlann, though, was that he didn’t think Salazar was taken by surprise by this. Godric, clearly enjoying the attention to the point that he winked at Luxia, continued, “I grant that the feast is ruined, and that is a tragedy. But for you to see yourself as entitled to our services in that way…that I cannot stand. We grant our services as a gift, a price for protection. It becomes clear to me now that perhaps another approach is needed if all it gets us is petty killings and being thrust into battle against each other for the highest bidder.”

Godric leapt off of the table, grinning at the others. “I’m with Rowena on this one. I just don’t think I can stomach another pointless skirmish. What say you, Sal?”

Salazar looked between Godric, at his own apprentices who suddenly looked rather afraid, and then at the Thane. “I’ll admit that I find it slightly degrading at times, but it’s more about finding the right nobles to work…with.” he said, Lachlann unsure if he was looking at the changelings or at the Thane. “But I insist that there is no division between us. You are my friend, Godric. As are you, Lady Ravenclaw. As is anyone who seeks to ensure that magic’s purity is maintained. I imagine you shall be leaving too?”

Godric’s smile had faded once more, and he nodded. “I think that’s for the best. Luxia, my dear apprentices, shall we?”

Luxia got up and walked over to him, maybe milking the attention her walk was getting just a little bit, folding her arm under his once she got there, and not really paying attention to Lachlann. The Osadas, meanwhile, turned and bowed to their parents before joining up with Lachlann and the others.

“Does this happen to you a lot?” Gabriel asked, as the Thane started yelling at the group to stay, his voice undercut by Godric pulling the grand doors open.

“...Not until recently.” Lachlann shrugged, still nursing his stomach.

“I didn’t know serfs ate so little!” Rousalie said, shaking her head in disbelief. “I mean, I saw how much you ate, no wonder you survived!”

“Rousalie, please!” Gabriel said, exasperated. “Sorry, Lam, she really doesn’t mean to be this obnoxious…”

“I-It’s fine, really.” Lachlann reassured him. “Being a serf saved my life, after all.”

“Former serf.” Rousalie said, smiling.

Lachlann found himself laughing at that as they found themselves outside their carriages, as if he hadn’t been poisoned just a few minutes prior. “Yeah…I guess you’re right.”

They ran to catch up with the others, with Godric and Luxia getting into their own coach and leaning over to talk to Rowena. “Are you sure we can’t convince you to stay with us?” Godric asked, looking back at the castle. “I do worry about what that Thane might do.”

“I can take care of myself, as can Lachlann.” Rowena pointed out, opening the door for her apprentice to climb in, “We fought off the Sovereign of the Changelings after all, what’s some foolish noble who thinks he owns the place?”

Godric merely smiled at her. “You’ve been asking that question all your life, I think. Say hello to Helga for me, won’t you?”

Rowena smiled back and nodded, checking to make sure Lachlann was in the carriage. “Safe travels, Lord Gryffindor.”

“You too, Lady Ravenclaw.”

***

An hour or two passed, and before long the carriage had stopped outside a medium-sized castle, the gate already open. As the two climbed out and walked towards it, already Lachlann felt that it had a profoundly different feeling to it than the Thane of Cawdor’s abode. The flames dotted around seemed to glow more warmly, and the structure did not seem to loom over him in the same way either. Lachlann spent a moment clutching his stomach, the carriage journey had not helped his fragile stomach. He brought a shaking hand up to his hair, dreading to think what he must have looked like. A few seconds passed and a woman with blonde hair in a simple yellow dress walked out, accompanied by another blonde woman who was about Lachlann’s age,with incredibly long blonde hair that escaped her veil into two long braids. She seemed to be the other woman’s apprentice, though very clearly was also a noble.

Helga Hufflepuff stared at Rowena and Lachlann for a moment, before clicking her tongue. “I did say it was not wise to attend.” she said finally, looking Lachlann up and down. “My word, boy, what has she put you through?”

Lachlann blinked a few times before mustering up the strength to speak “I…it was not Lady Ravenclaw’s fault, milady…I have some share of the blame for my actions towards the one who hired the poisoner.”

Rowena looked between Lachlann and Helga and sighed. “...I’m sorry. Do you have any medicinal herbs? I might be able to improve his condition before we leave for home.”

Helga nodded, clicking her tongue once more. “Of course. Henriette, if you could see to gathering those, that would be wonderful. Come, I’m sure you’ll want to pick up Helena.” she said, a smile appearing on her face as they entered the castle. “She’s been very well-behaved, for the most part. Kept trying to crawl out into the corridors, though.”

“Well, she’s in a very adventurous stage at the moment.” Rowena shrugged. “You can see why I needed the extra pair of hands.”

“Indeed. I hope you don’t mind me copying your ideas.” Helga chuckled as Henriette returned with the herbs. “Finding an apprentice with connections to the King and Queen has been rather useful with my work in dealing with these pesky wars. No offence to your choice, of course.”

Lachlann didn’t react, only watching as the herbs were prepared. He looked over at Henriette for a moment, who looked back. Lachlann blinked rapidly again. “A-Apologies, um…I’m afraid I’m not exactly in the best of shape.”

“There’s no need to worry, I’m not surprised after a dose of Enchanted Nightshade.” Henriette reassured him, looking over at Helga and Rowena. “Did Lady Hufflepuff’s absence get mentioned?”

Lachlann shrugged. “It might have happened in the time I was unconscious, but it also came up when Lady Ravenclaw was dressing down the Thane.”

Henriette smiled at that. “I am glad to hear it. You are very lucky to have a mage like her teaching you. I’ve heard a lot of things about her spellcasting and knowledge, it’s wonderful to have her active once more.” She said, sagely.

Lachlann nodded along with what she was saying. “Yes, her knowledge of magic is second to none. I’m glad that I’m able to help her. Which reminds me-” he said, walking forward to help with Helena briefly, Henriette following behind.

“It’s alright dear, I’m here…” Rowena whispered, her daughter sobbing for a moment before swiftly calming down as she settled into her mother’s arms. “Thank you, Lam. I see you two have been introduced to each other. I’m sure this won’t be the last time we visit, though perhaps next time we will be able to stay for longer. Alas, Helena needs her cot, and Lam here needs to sleep off the rest of the poison.”

Helga laughed out loud at that, placing a hand over her mouth. “Apologies, my boy, apologies. You’ve been through the wringer tonight, I can see that. And you’re still trying to help where you can. You’re already a fine apprentice, and I’m sure you’ll be a fine wizard as time goes on. I’m sure we’ll see you both again soon, especially if the Thane continues to rage about his feast being ruined.”

Henriette passed over the herbs to Lachlann. “I look forward to seeing you at full health soon.” she said, smiling softly at him.

Lachlann took the herbs and bowed. “Thank you. I’ll try not to annoy the changelings or Lord Slytherin’s lot too much for a little bit.” He turned to leave, feeling a lot better than he had done, and looked across the hills and valleys, covered in silvery moonlight. The wind rushed through the grass, creating waves of movement that scattered themselves across the Highlands. It occurred to Lachlann that this was the second time someone had tried to kill him in the past week. He felt a peculiar sense of pride in that he’d been able to defend Rowena’s beliefs in this way, and as he boarded the carriage and started eating the herbs, he wondered just how much of the magic at work in the realm could be used to push back against those who sought nothing but control.

This is where the night ended for Lachlann of Wexford. But it is not the end of the night for many of the others who attended that ill-fated feast.And thankfully, records exist of their night as well. Across the windy valleys, the ripples blew from the grass to the trees to the fires of the Thane of Cawdor’s castle, that one by one were being blown out. In the courtyard, staring as the last carriage left, Salazar Slytherin stood with the castle’s owner.

“I shall fire all my cooks, just to be sure!” the Thane insisted, unable to look Salazar in the eye, “I cannot apologise enough for what happened! For you to be accused of poisoning like that! I do wonder just what Lord Gryffindor teaches those apprentices of his.”

“Lord Gryffindor is a close personal friend.” Salazar droned in an icy voice. “Please, do stop grovelling. You ought to go and oversee that process personally, I doubt you would want any more of your food to be contaminated, am I right?”

“Y-Yes, of course!” the Thane said suddenly, running off into the castle. A few moments later, a blonde woman and a woman with red hair walked out and towards the waiting Lord of Magic.

There was a moment where he stared at the two before sighing. “I want to hear nothing of portion sizes and what kind of serf or peasant he was. You failed. I ordered you to poison a magic-user and you failed.”

“I’ll say!” came a voice from the open gate. A woman in a deep purple dress walked out, followed by two others. They angrily walked towards the others, holding their dress above the ground as they did so. “I’ve never felt such rage before. I thought you said peasants were supposed to be the weakest of mortals?” she fumed.

“I said that non-magical serfs were the weakest of mortals.” Salazar replied, giving Betwixt no more attention as he turned to the two changelings behind her. “Monarchs Eadar and Sgàthan, I hope this night has not diminished your opinion of mortal feasts.”

The two looked at each other, shrugged, and proceeded to change, their hair turning white as snow and their skin becoming pale and then purplish. When they opened their eyes, there were no pupils. The one in the suit of armour, Eadar, spoke first. “Not at all. We do not share our daughter’s anger at the serf, nor his mistress. Nevertheless, two slights such as these against the Silver Kingdom cannot go unaccounted for.”

“Three, if you count the silver this Lady Ravenclaw is harbouring.” Sgàthan pointed out, dusting down her dress. “You mortals have such fragile lives. I wonder why you put them in danger so frequently.”

“Getting to the point…” Betwixt seethed, also returning to their white hair and eyes, “We came into an agreement with you because you promised you could take out anyone opposing our claim upon these Isles’ silver. And now, that bastard and the woman he babysits for have all the motivation in the world to start gathering allies against us!”

“I doubt Rowena would do anything so rash.” Salazar pointed out, his attention finally turning back to his apprentices. “She will concoct a plan of some kind to achieve her goal. Which gives us valuable time. So I ask you both…what are you going to do with that time to help uphold that agreement with our friends here?”

Mathilde and Bruna looked at each other, clearly feeling a great deal of unease at the way Salazar was talking to them. “Lord Slytherin…Majesties of the Silver Kingdom…” Mathilde began, only now beginning to truly process what had happened. Only now processing that someone had gotten the better of her. Someone lower than her. “We will do whatever is necessary to get rid of them. I will correct my error and ensure that the next time he is brought down by my poisons, he does not wake up.”

Bruna nodded along with Mathilde. “And I pledge myself to that same goal. I will assist in devising a strategy that not even Lady Ravenclaw could predict.”

Salazar smirked and turned to the changelings. “There, I think that settles things, no? Rest assured that soon the serf will be dead, and Rowena…well, her responsibilities that she hired that boy to help with will be too much, I’m afraid. You needn’t worry about her opposing you then.”

Sgàthan nodded approvingly. “Very good. We shall return to our kingdom. Come, Betwixt.”

Betwixt sighed, glaring at Mathilde and Bruna. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing the both of you.” she said, chuckling darkly. “I’d quite like to be there to watch him splutter…” she said, shapeshifting into Lachlann and mimicking him clutching his own neck “...and choke..and turn blue…” before quickly returning to her initial form, laughing aloud as she followed her parents.

The three humans bowed, before turning to the carriage. Before they could get on, however, Salazar put his hand in front of them. “This conversation is not over. I want to know exactly what your plan is and soon. There can be no distractions from this, either. If your family comes calling once more…” he said, pointing at Bruna, “...I cannot promise I can hide you from them. Especially not without the changelings supporting us.”

He moved his arm and allowed them into the carriage, glaring up at them before taking a seat near the front. The carriage moved out of the courtyard, and Bruna and Mathilde turned to look at each other, each with an expression that a thousand words would not be enough to describe, but most of which involved killing Lachlann Doherty.

***

It was late now, and Merula put down the book she was reading from with a sigh. “...There we go. Sorry if that took longer than I thought it would.” She looked up, half-expecting to see them all asleep, but instead she saw Mayson, Persephone and Matthew all still watching intently, smiling.

“Thanks, Mer!” Mayson exclaimed before being shushed by Persephone, “That really does help. I’ve got this assignment in the bag now!”

“I, too, am grateful.” Persephone admitted. “And I appreciate the amount of gossip and scandal that occurred. Such devious plans those nobles had!”

“I do wonder if I’m a walking spoiler for whether or not he makes it through though, um…” Matthew pointed out, at which the group laughed.

“Yeah, well, that’s history for you. About how you get there, not the destination…though that’s still pretty important too.” She said, staring at Matthew for a few seconds before shaking herself out of it. “Right! You two, off to bed, and Luther here has to sneak his way back to Ravenclaw Tower.”

The two lower-years stood up and headed for their respective dormitories, waving goodbye. “Thanks again, Merula!” Mayson said, “I’d prefer you teaching over Binns any day!”

It was now just Merula and Matthew. She started piling up her books, hoping she wasn’t too pink in the face. “I could…walk you up to your room, if you wanted. Keep you out of trouble, and all that.”

Matthew smiled, taking a step closer to her. “As much as I’d like that, um, you look really quite tired. You need sleep too, you know.”

“Oh…fine.” Merula sighed, pulling him close and kissing his cheek. “Go on, get out of here. If I had a bar of silver I could just pull Ravenclaw Tower closer, couldn’t I?”

Matthew blushed and nodded. “Maybe you could. If anyone could figure out that world of ancient magic, it’s you.”

He turned to leave, Merula looking down at her notes, about her ancestors, his, the founders, and the strange and wild magic that roamed. To her, it suddenly didn’t feel all that far away.

[13meigo]

A snake’s plaything | Fifth year | Sebastian Sallow

🐍🌿Chapter 14 | A snakes bite

NSFW - Handjob | Spitting | Teasing | Unprotected Sex

Finally, the winter holidays arrived and Violetta could relax a bit. Most of her schoolwork was done and she had time to focus on what happened in the Forbidden Forest.

Well, she remembered everything and she realized that whatever deal she made was a horrible mistake. Violetta noticed that she sometimes saw those glowing lights again. Sometimes they were white and blue other times red and black. She knew that those were traces of ancient magic that swirled around her.

Also, it happened when she looked at her reflection it would appear that her pupils turned dark red and her reflection would smile at her or even move completely differently from her. For now, no other students noticed that luckily. Still, professor Figg felt that she was acting slightly off. He kept an even closer eye on her and now she started to have the feeling that even other teachers got involved. Violetta felt like she didn't head any air to breathe with all that observing.

Violetta was in the empty Ravenclaw common room and lay on a bench with a blue cushioned seat. Only a couple of candles lit the dark common room with the high-painted ceiling.

Violetta had her right arm straight in the air and moved her hand. For a normal person, it looked like she started at the painted ceiling but in reality, she watched those floating traces of ancient magic swirl around her arm. With every hand movement, they moved in another direction.

Violetta sighed and dropped her arm. She closed her eyes and shook her head.

No sleep, no hunger, just a troubled mind of hers.

Her guilt of killing those people ate her up from the inside. How could she be this cruel? How could she agree to this hellish deal?

Violetta pressed her eyes shut and balled her fist. She hit her forehead with her first multiple times before she stopped. How could she be this dumb? How could she be so gullible?

Well, could she really have accepted to see Sebastian getting killed? No.

A chirping noise caught her attention and Violetta opened her eyes. She listened to it again since it was so faint. Was it a hallucination?

There! Another chirp sounded in her ear and she raised up. In front of the statue of Rowena Ravenclaw floated again a glowing light as she saw in the dungeons. Violetta narrowed her eyes. She remembered the last time she followed it.

'Absolutely not!' She said and stood up. She was done with this thing. Violetta turned around to walk back to her dorm when an agitated chirping sounded behind her. The light shot past her and blocked her way to her dormitory. It floated up and down.

Violetta backed off and looked at it angrily.

'The last time I followed you I ended up in the hospital wing!' She hissed and pointed at it. A faint, sad-sounding noise exited the light and it moved slower. Now, she felt bad for it. Bad for a tiny orb of ancient magic.

Maybe she should trust it? Well, she felt like she should trust it!

'You want something from me, what do you want?' She said. The light swirled over her head and toward the statue again. It was waiting for her.

'Alright, what do I have to lose?' With those words, Violetta followed the light. It moved down the stairs and disappeared through the door. Obediently Violetta hurried after it, through the door and down the spiraled stairs of the Ravenclaw tower. While the light glided through the air it left a trail of energy. At least it was easy to follow.

Violetta reached the grand staircase and the light seemed to become quite excited. She continued to follow it further down until it stopped at a picture of a young girl with a dark green hat, black robes, and curly white hair. Her black eyes looked down at her with coldness and she tilted her head.

'Well, well, well, who do we have here?' She said with a soft voice. Violetta noticed that her canine teeth were very sharp and pointy. Her lips were so pale

'I uhh... I don't...' Violetta stumbled over her words.

'Oh dear, don't worry, I can see what you really are. I mean you were guided here.' She said and a smile appeared on her lips. The portrait swung open and Violetta blinked in confusion.

What had just happened?

'Hurry up! Don't let him wait!' The portrait said and Violetta was dumbfounded. Who is waiting?

The light next to her rushed inside the dark space. Its light wasn't strong enough to illuminate every inch. Violetta breathed up and followed it inside. Her feet stepped on squeaking floorboards. She could bet that this was some kind of contraption under her.

Without a warning, the portrait closed shut. Violetta jumped.

'Hold on tight and enjoy your night!' The woman sounded outside. The light in front of Violetta suddenly disappeared and before she could even say something, the floorboards under her feet dropped. Violetta felt herself fall into the cold darkness.

'Ominis, I swear she is somehow related to this magic that cursed my sister!' Sebastian sounded excited. 'That means that there is hope for Anne!'

'Sebastian, you don't even know if it was the same!' Ominis spoke annoyed and shook his head. He sat on the dark green leather couch in front of the burning fireplace in the Slytherin common room. Sebastian walked in circles between the fireplace and the couch.

'Ominis, just believe me it is!'

'Oh lord, you are talking for weeks about that! Sebastian, it's getting you nowhere to just draw out those fantasies. You don't even know if Violetta would be able to help your sister and also you can't demand that from her, she is your friend and mine too.' Ominis spoke agitatedly.

'I know she can and I will make her personally cure Anne, no matter the cost.' Sebastian spoke while staring at the floor.

'Sebastian, she is a person too not a tool.' Ominis said aghast. 'Since when did you become so cold?'

Sebastian stopped and looked at Ominis. He thought about his friend's words.

'You went further into dark magic, didn't you?' Ominis asked.

'Do you want to have a real answer?'

'You are losing your grip on reality.' Ominis said and stood up. 'You are dooming yourself further and further. As a friend, I beg you to stop.' With those words, Ominis left for the dorm.

Sebastian looked after him and stood there in silence. His expression changed to sadness and he walked after Ominis but he stopped.

There was a noise behind him. Sebastian turned around and the fire started to die down quickly. he furrowed his brows in confusion. What is going on here?

With a gust of air, the fire died and a grinding noise came out of the chimney. Sebastian pulled his wand and pointed it at the fireplace.

Something big came crashing through the back wall of it and slid over the coals of the fireplace, creating a black cloud of ashes. Sebastian was so confused about what he was looking at.

Violetta got up coughing. Her heart raced like crazy. The scream was still stuck in her throat. She looked down at her dirty self.

'This little fuck!' She cursed and tried to brush the ashes off, just creating more clouds of dust.

'What?' Sebastian spoke absolutely flabbergasted. Violetta looked up and stared at Sebastian. His front was covered in dark ashes too. Violetta crossed her arms.

'That's what she meant with 'enjoy your night'.' Violetta said to herself.

'How did you get here?' Sebastian asked.

'Here?' Violetta replied and looked around. She realized now finally where she was. Her mouth opened in surprise. Those high ceilings, green wall tapestry, those stained glass windows. She was in the Slytherin common room.

'What?!' She said and turned her head in more confusion. 'I am in Slytherin?!'

'Looks like it.' Sebastian said and dropped his wand. 'I mean you have eyes and can see. Not like a certain person.' Violetta turned to Sebastian and looked him up and down. He wore brown pants and a white shirt, well both were covered in black ashes like his pretty face.

'You are a bit... dirty.' Violetta said.

'You are not better.' Sebastian replied with a laugh. Violetta felt her cheeks blush under her dust-covered face. She looked down at her dirty plaided skirt and sweater. Sebastian noticed that.

'Do you maybe wanna get cleaned? I could give you some of my clothes if you want.' He said with a smile.

'You know, maybe I should go back to my common room and be there.' Violetta said and swallowed in embarrassment. Sebastian looked at her like this again, like a predator at his prey.

'That is maybe not a good idea.' Sebastian said and tilted his head. 'First, you will not get out since you are not a Slytherin student. Second, Sharp is patrolling outside. Do you still want to try?' His words sounded very convincing in comparison to the odds.

Well, she needed to stay here if she wanted or not.

'I think I don't have a choice right now.' Violetta said and shrugged her shoulders.

'I think we should shower and then go to bed.' Sebastian spoke and turned around. Violetta hurried after him.

'What do you mean bed? Where should I sleep?' Violetta spoke. She really didn't think this through at all. 'And the shower? I need to shower in the girl's bathroom!'

'Do you want to get caught?' Sebastian asked with a laugh. 'You need to shower in the boy's one with me and you will sleep in my dorm too.'

'Hold on, what? What about other students?' Violetta was aghast by his answers and commands.

'It's just Ominis, everyone else went home.'

'And what if Ominis sees...' Violetta stopped in her words.

'That's a good one! Remember it!' Violetta cringed at her bad pun. They entered what looked like a tiled tunnel with a glass ceiling that curved to the left. To the right were the dorms of the males and to the left was one door to the bathroom. Sebastian opened the detailed wooden door for Violetta. She entered and walked into a tiled pre-room with mirrors and shelves with white towels. It also had a glass ceiling. The door shut behind Sebastian.

'There are the toilettes.' He said and pointed to the left. 'Here are the bathrooms.' He pointed to the other side. Both rooms were sealed by wooden doors.

Violetta followed Sebastian like an obedient little girl. When they entered the room, they were met with warm humid air. The light fell from the ceiling through the stained glass. There were at least 20 little chambers covered with green curtains with a silver scale pattern.

'Showers this side and bathtubs this side.' Sebastian said and turned to Violetta. 'I would say we share one in case someone decided to go for a midnight, shower.' Again he just put words in her mouth that she didn't even like but made sense.

'Then...' Violetta said and sighed. Sebastian grabbed her hand and guided her to a shower chamber. It was small with a hole in the wall where you could put your clothes. The towels were already hanging on the opposite side. Bottles with shower gel and shampoo stood on the ground.

Sebastian closed the curtain and started to unbutton his shirt. Violetta began undressing too. She just stared at the white tiles silently trapped inside her head.

'You are different since the incident in the forest.' Sebastian's voice cut through the silence. 'What did you mean with you made a mistake?' Violetta inhaled. She dreaded when he would ask this question. What should she answer?

'I just meant it towards the fact that I killed the wizards from Rookwood.' She decided to lie.

'Don't feel regret! They are evil and just deserve death! Remember what they did to so many people.' Sebastian spoke and came close to her, as she covered her chest. Violetta looked at him and noticed that he was naked too. Sebastian noticed her defensive behavior.

'I don't fear you and your powers. You are something special.' He said with a soft and sweet voice. Violetta stared at his dirty face. Her gaze lowered to his freckled chest. Finally, she could see him in a proper light.

'Come.' He said and stood in front of her. He placed one of his hands on her neck and Violetta felt her heart race. Suddenly her body felt so warm. Her legs began trembling in anticipation. Violetta felt his hot breath on her dirty cheeks. She dropped her arms. Sebastian closed his eyes and his lips met hers. While he kissed her softly, he pulled her towards the shower and turned with one hand the faucet on. Warm water hit their heads.

Sebastian's other hand sneaked around her back and pulled her closer to him. Something overtook Violetta. Was it the desire for him? No, it was the hunger for him, his body, his touch, his love.

Violetta placed her hands on his back and dug her nails into his skin, leaving red marks. Violetta pushed her tongue into his unexpecting mouth. Sebastian hissed and she proceeded to push herself deeper. This hunger drove her crazy like this yearning feeling between her legs.

Fuck, she needed him now.

Violetta felt him grow against her belly and she smiled into the kiss. Violette released one hand from his pack and grabbed his dick hard, earning a hiss from Sebastian. She started to pump his half-hard member at a pick pace. She felt the precum on his tip. Sebastian moaned into her mouth, too weak to rip himself from her spell. The hot water ran down her back and an idea formed in her head.

Violetta stood on her tiptoes and pushed her tongue further into his mouth, fighting for domination. She leaned her body weight into him, causing him to hit the wall with his back. She quickly pulled her hand away before getting it smashed. Violetta smirked into the kiss and proceeded to rub her thumb over his sensitive tip. Sebastian pulled his head back, breaking the kiss. His chest was heaving heavily and he looked down at Violetta. Her breasts were squished against him blocking the view of his dick. There was this dark desire inside her eyes.

Again Violetta rubbed her thumb over his tip, earning a breathy moan from him. The smirk on her lips got wider. She loved how she was toying with him.

But Sebastian realized this too. Was he really being dominated by her?

Sebastian realized that she wanted to rub her thumb again over his tip and he grabbed her hands, forcing her against the opposite wall. Violetta released his throbbing dick and hit the wall. His domination drove her crazy. She wondered how far she could push him.

'Took you some time.' She said mischievously.

'Open your mouth.' He spoke coldly. Violetta blinked. Sebastian grabbed her chin hard, pressing his fingers into her cheeks, forcing her mouth open. Sebastian came closer with his face and spat into her mouth. Violetta's eyes widened when she felt his spit his her tongue.

'Swallow.' He ordered and so did Violetta. She swallowed his spit. 'Good girl.' Oh, he knew what he was doing to her.

Suddenly he flipped her around and she was pressed chest-first into the tiles. Sebastian still had one of her wrists in his big hands. Violetta pushed her free hand against the wall for more stability. Sebastian pushed with his free hand more on her back until she arched to a good angle for accessibility. He pushed his leg between hers to pry them more apart. His knee and thigh rubbed over her clit and a shaking moan escaped her mouth. She heard him chuckle behind her and he removed his leg. Violetta whimpered at the loss of sensation, but well, it was quickly replaced by another. Sebastian rubbed his tip between her slick fold. More and more moans spilled from her mouth. She felt his grip harden around her wrist. He was teasing her as she did him. God, the hunger in her belly consumed her mind and she pushed her body onto his dick. His tip dipped into her tight hole but Sebastian pulled away and pushed her hard into the wall.

'You are not the one who is able to fuck right now.' Sebastian said darkly while leaning forwards over her body. 'You are the one getting fucked.'

Without a warning, Sebastian rammed himself inside her pushing her more into the wall. A short scream escaped her lips at the pain of her walls getting stretched too quickly. Sebastian started at a merciless pace pounding into her. With every thrust, hoarse moans came from Sebastian and desperate ones from Violetta. His noises filled her ears and his thick dick just rubbed over all the right spots inside her. Sebastian grabbed her hips hard, bruising her pale skin. The noise their bodies created drove her insane. Sebastian released her hand and she felt him wrap his fingers around her hair. He yanked her head back until she lifted off the wall. How he still kept this hard pace was a mystery to her, but it felt too good to question it.

Sebastian's hand released her hair and found its place around her throat. Violetta gasped.

'Don't toy with me.' Sebastian growled into her ear. 'Or I will break you fucking back.' His hand squeezed her throat and she opened her lips further. Sebastian spat in her mouth again. Half of it landed on her cheek. Violetta held eye contact while she swallowed again. His eyes widened in lust and Violetta felt the coil in her belly ready to snap any second.

'You want to be released?' He asked in her ear.

'Yes...' She moaned.

'Beg me.'

'Please, please made me come.' This sounded like music to his ears.

'More, darling, more.' He hissed and she knew he got closer too.

'Honey, make me come, make me undone, fuck, just release me, please!' She whimpered and Sebastian speed up. Violetta clenched her thighs together as she felt the knot rip. With a rush of excitation and shaking moans, she came, rolling her eyes back and tears running down her cheeks.

Sebastian pushed himself as deep as he could and shot his hot seed into her clenching hole. He grabbed her harder and moaned in her ear. Sebastian rested his head on her shoulder. Violetta felt his hot breath on her skin.

'I love you.' She heard him whisper his thoughts out loud. Violetta decided to stay quiet and just enjoy this deep connection between them. Violetta closed her eyes and leaned her head into his shoulder. The warm water still rained down on them.

You're welcome, Violetta.

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[fireylesbianhell]

This World Won't Ever Forget Us

javid AU chapter two electric boogaloo. we get some perspective switch-up. this probably isn't similar to my usual means of writing, and it's not beta'd at all. I'm still working on getting a grasp of these characters, I apologize if they're ooc.

this one took me to hell and back. anyways, ill bitch more in the tags, you may now eat your lukewarm microwave meal of a chapter

as always, inspired by "Bite The Bullet" on ao3

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David Jacobs was a smart guy, this was an undisputed fact. Ask his Mother, Father, Sister, or Brother.

Ask his few drifting 'friends', that, are honestly more like 'odd Acquaintances' or 'pitiful classmates'. Ask any of his proud teachers who liked having a nice boy and star pupil or the begrudging teachers that let who they saw as a smartass and some 'waking mouth' go by with flying colors in their class. 

So, if you were to say, ask David Jacobs why he was in a car, going 45 down a highway, hoping, prayin’ that the law wasn’t on their ass, he would simply stare in your face like you were a madman. 

Yet, he was the madman in question.

Hearing the car rev again before slowing down, he turned to his fellow escapee. 

He looked about his age, give or take possibly a year or two, but he could tell that he didn’t seem the type to have a ‘Just Graduated’ mentality after having just watched him let loose in the rickety old car down the highway after beating up someone for him in an alleyway.  

“So…” He started slowly, holding onto his cap that still threatened to fall off his head despite the acceleration of the car being slowed. 

“If you’re about to ask if we have any form of a plan, sugar, you’re shit out of luck.” He said exasperatedly. Dave shut his mouth quickly after that. That was, indeed his question- but there was a bit more to it. 

“Actually- er, I wanted to know your name.” He said, probably sounding just as exasperated himself as a look of guilty shock briefly traveled on the driver’s face. 

“...Jack, um, Kelly. Jack Kelly.” He said, slowly, as if clashing with himself out whether to entrust the information to David. 

“David Jacobs, but you already knew most of that.” He said, to clear the air a bit. The car was fully slowed down now, and he let go of his cap. 

They sat again in a bit of awkward stillness before David decided that, if he were likely gonna be spending a little while with this guy, he would bite the bullet, and get to know him. 

“So, erm..where did you grow up?”

“Rowena, Texas.” He replied flatly. 

“Texas? That’s…nice. Why in the hell did you leave Texas for Oklahoma? This place is the worst, y’know.” 

“Wasn’t no choice. ‘Pa had to pack it up from Texas due to our farm going up in price he couldn't keep up with. Stopped up here for a bit and then I got myself arrested.”

And that, made David’s heart stop a bit. 

Run away with a stranger? Bad. Run away with someone who has a criminal record? To, kindly put it, he was fucked. 

“Um…wow…” he said hesitantly. 

He watched Jack deflate a bit. “It was petty theft. A bicycle- I was 13.” He said, still wearing that shunned expression yet not sounding remorseful one bit. 

This did help Dave’s conscious, if not just a tad. He nodded and said, 

“So, no plan, a record consisting of…bike theft, and a car.” 

“Stolen car, a gun in the back, and only one destination before I was bound to drop off the face Oklahomama…” Jack rambled out, gripping down the steering wheel, before blinking a moment and sighing. 

“Before, you of course,” he said with a near wistful glace if Dave had to truly describe it. Wistful, Scared, And the same blink-and-you-miss-it 'oh, god I'm fucked' look in his eyes. 

And if David took note of his rather pretty slightly multi-colored brown-green eyes, that was just for him to know, thank you very much.

David stared back. He was in a car- a stolen car, his brain helpfully supplied to him- with a criminal and a gun, on the run, running where? 

He kept that thought aside- he was too busy still looking at an extremely stressed-out-looking Jack starting to babble on once more. 

“I tried- to tell ya, I mean. I promise i-i ain’t no crook. Just- trying to get out, like you.” He paused, looking guiltily again before starting up 

“I can drive you back. Back to your house, or, hell even that scum stunk diner if you don’t feel safe or nothin-” 

Jack Kelly couldn't continue, as he was busier suddenly attempting not to crash a car at the moment- 

due to the fact that David Jacobs was currently kissing him. 

Jack wasn’t an expert in anything romantic. 

He had one ‘girlfriend’ on a nearby farm once, when he was nine, and a few here-and-there crushes. It took one crisis in juvenile detention to take a realizing that, he liked boys just as much as he did gals- he didn't express it too much less someone like his Ma, from those few fragmented memories he had of the woman who left him, who spent every open minute on about God hatin’ the ‘Queers’ and may take it in their head to try and hurt him for it. 

Jack knew he had a little thing for the boy who ran away with him in his stolen car, and, to have this boy kissing him like his life depended on it was a real eye-opener, especially while you're supposed to be driving.

Eventually, as if they both remembered humans do need to breathe, and broke apart, Jack's eyes darting to the open road ahead of them and making a sharp turn to the side of the road. 

David’s eyes widened as if it had just hit him what he’d done. 

Dave started to panic, internally- he just kissed him! Just like that! He didn't pull away sure but- maybe he was shocked? Angry? Maybe he was about to yell at Dave for not asking or he probably didn’t even like guys at all oh god-

Dave’s worries were paused by Jack kissing him this time. 

Oh- well, that was a whole lot better than what he initially expected to happen. 

Jack pulled them apart and then, sighed, oh so dramatically, that David couldn’t help but laugh himself. 

“So..." he started, that exasperation back mixed with a meekness David expected seeing in watching his younger Brother trying to ask a girl out to a dance. Dave simply smiled, giving Jack a patient smile 

Jack paused, looking up again. he gained his confidence once more, if only for a second. 

"We don’t know each other still anyways, but Davey Jacobs, will you go wherever the hell with me despite my vast and likely growing criminal record?"

If you asked David Jacobs’ parents, siblings, acquaintances, and teachers. or anyone who ‘knew’ him, they would tell you he was obviously smart enough to say hell no. 

“I Will.”

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Stepping into the shittest motel he’d ever seen, Dave was really starting to feel the romance. And now the lack of adrenaline that’s been fueling his life-changing choices.

Jack rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. 

“It’s not perfect, I know- but, once I get another job done, we’re gonna be in the finest homes wherever we wanna be.” He grinned- that grin could bring David’s mind from its encyclopedic likes to nothing in an instant, yet somehow make him want to write the sappiest most romantic stuff he could ever dream of. 

Dave nodded and let him talk to the clerk, requesting the one-bedroom and getting by with an odd look, and thankfully nothing else. The man didn’t seem an uptight kind, god knows what happens here at his motel, and by the looks of the place, David was sure that two guys who may be queer were the least of his concerns. 

He and Jack made their retreat up, and when they got there Dave Collapsed backward onto the bed while Jack dropped a few things to the little shoddily built wood table beside them. 

Dave looked up seeing the car keys, Jack's handgun, and a few papers on top of an open map. 

“What’s that?” He asked, scooting over to see a few things marked down on the map half-covered by newspaper clippings and addresses, and a few notes in piss-poor handwriting from odd names like "Race" and "Specs" 

“Places I need to be or have scouted out.” He said stoically, before smiling and grabbing his hand suddenly. 

Jack pulled him over and put a pencil in Davey's hand and wrapped his arms around his shoulders with a giddy little smile. 

“Well? Anywhere you want babe. The world is ours the second I get those jobs done and then some. Any Job, Home, Earnin' you can think of.” he smiled, taking a step back and letting Davey have full control now. 

This was new. 

David Jacobs could finally help call the shots. Be dangerous, Be wild, and kill off that clean-cut plastic mold of a person he had to be, the person that drove him to the madness that got him to jump in that car this morning.

Ever since he was a kid there was almost always something he had to take care of. He had to help his father out constantly after the accident and relies on Dave to help him with his job. If Sara was unable to help their mother, Dave could do it with no problem. keep up with the chores, do the schoolwork, and help with his parent's work and his sister's work. 

Then in school, his intellectual ability was immediately turned against him by others. Got a project with David Jacobs? Oh, then you basically don't have to do anything at all! Let brainiac handle it. 

Then, Mom & Dad have Les, and David Jacobs becomes the babysitter, helper, worker, cheat sheet, and everything else in between. Every minute of his life became doing things for and taking care of other people. 

And now, Tall, Dark, Handsome swoops into his life, and Jack Kelly gives him freedom. 

He looked up at Jack with one of the most genuine expressions of happiness he’d ever felt on himself before and looked back down at the map. 

He too wanted to see it all, and by god, He & Jack were gonna. 

But David Jacobs was a smart guy, who knew they had to start small. 

He circled a little theatre right outside Oklahoma City, a nice rich place his family traveled to once. 

He had an ally there. 

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12NaAngMC

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12 taon na ang nakakaraan. Maaliwalas ang araw. Nakapalibot ang mga mag-aaral sa lamesa sa silid ng Media Center. Aligaga ngunit masigasig na nagtatrabaho at nag-aasikaso ng mga gawain ang lahat; talaga namang napaka-busy ng MC! Ngunit sa araw na ito, magbabago ang lahat—Ang Aninag goes Online!

Ang dating mga akda at balitang mababasa lamang sa papel ay matatagpuan na sa mga iskrin—mas accessible na siya! Sa makasaysayang paglipat na ito, marami ang nahikayat, marami ang naisulat. Mula sa mga dating tula at kwento, nagkaroon ng MCnehan, MCLive, MCTV, MCnaglaya at may Di Ma-Aninag pa! 

Ito ang kwento ng MC.

Halina't ating balikan ang 12 akdang nilikha at inilimbag mula nang magbagong-anyo ang opisyal na pahayagan ng UPIS.

At ngayong tayo’y nasa makabagong yugto, abangan ang mga susunod na artikulo at proyektong ilulunsad ng UPIS Media Center.

Ito na ang MC. Itutuloy natin ang kwento.

(MC 2012) Last Say | Ma’am Cathy & Ma’am Rowena

(MC 2013) Prinsesa | Iridescence

(MC 2014) Wakas | Bertram Matabang

(MC 2015) Ever After | Duquela

(MC 2016) Every Place a Memory | CP3

(MC 2017) Sana | Future

(MC 2018) Huling Sayaw | Future x Tigerlily

(MC 2019) The Break-Up | Midnightly

(MC 2020) Sablito | Pikachu

(MC 2021) Favorite Parts | Satellite

(MC 2022) Tahanan | L

(MC 2023) The Change | Shiny Ducklett

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Team Free Will en Vacances

Team Free Will en Vacances https://ift.tt/s2bq8BW by Nathanaelixir De l’accrobranche. Pas une si mauvaise idée à première vue pas vrai ? Dean était même prêt à avouer qu’il avait presque été tenté, Il suffisait de raccorder à cette merveilleuse idée la présence inévitable de Gabriel, jamais bien loin de Sam, pour commencer à imaginer l’ampleur du désastre à venir. Et bordel, qui était le sombre idiot qui avait proposé à Crowley de venir? Ah, oui, c’est vrai que cet enfoiré ne prenait jamais la peine de se faire inviter pour s’incruster. Si Dean devait se forcer à voir un seul point positif dans cette catastrophe, ce serait que Cas… Enfin Cas… Cas était génial. Words: 5664, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Français Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Rowena MacLeod, Crowley (Supernatural) Relationships: Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: crackfic, Ils font de l'accrobranche ??, Wtf du sabriel en 2023 via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/k6DTXxz November 28, 2023 at 04:10PM

[not-your-chosen]

(Cont from X) @sah1x1s​

Enough time had passed for Joel to grow familiar- enough- with Rowena. It didn't mean that he warmed up to her, at least not significantly, but with each passing day, he found himself looking for her more and more often, convincing himself that he wanted to make sure she was safe.

So when he couldn't spot her, his mind went frantic, needing to find her, needing to make sure she was okay, needing- he just needed to see her.

Try as he might, he had grown attached despite trying not to, and he couldn't lose her. Not her. Not again. He couldn't lose anyone again.

Finally having found her, he helped carry everything inside before lockdown started, the familiar blare of the alarms ringing through his skull at an ever-so-annoying tempo causing him to scowl.

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That night, he couldn't find it in himself to sleep. He just- it was the anniversary of Sarah's death, and his brain wouldn't grant him peace enough to just shut off. Instead, it simply replayed every memory, good and bad and...worse.

So he simply got up at 4am and wadded towards the kitchen, and started a fresh pot of coffee, sitting on the countertop as it brewed, taking no heed to the freezing temperature in his boxers and thin shirt, still with a far-off gaze in his expression.

Rowena couldn't really sleep as well. No fault of her own though. it seemed like her brain couldn't rest, there were too many spirits lingering around the dorm -more than usual anyway.- If she had the ability to be frustrated she would, but in all honesty, she was just tired.

Looking to the other side of the sleeping quarters and not seeing Joel there she moved to sit up fully, taking in where he might have gone. Only the sound of the coffee makers popping hum made her calm. He was just making coffee. Moving to slink out of bed, she put on her long cardigan and wrapped it around herself. It is rather chilly in the apartment, huh. 

Grabbing Joel's wool blanket, she gathered it up in her arms and padded out barefoot into the communal kitchen.

Without a word, she wrapped his blanket around his broad shoulders, covering his form. He must have been freezing in only the clothes he slept in.

“i don't want you to catch a cold...” she mutters, voice meek and quiet. 

[smolandweirdwriter]

Serafina and The Black Cloak Reread Thoughts: Chapter Three

Babe wake up new slang just dropped: “gnawin’ on leather” 

Her pa doesn’t like mr poe gives “my dad won’t let us watch horror movies so you have to sneak them over in a different dvd cover if we’re gonna watch a horror movie when you sleep over later tonight” omg rowena & serafina girltime au?? (Lol sorry)

Oooooh the dynamo’s busted I wonder what thaaat meeeaannnssss (hehehe)

Biltmore being one of the few homes to have electricity is a nice reminder of the time period

“she’d been trying to follow [her pa’s] rules at least some of the time” lol

“Spotting an upholstered chair she felt an overwhelming desire to run her fingernails over the plush fabric” REAL

Her being shocked at flower vases & the idea of flowers INSIDE the house is so funny

Awwww poor sera, looking for her momma and siblings everywhere…

Serafina is super smart. just putting that out there. She’s brilliant and I love her

Oop the first description of Edith Vanderbilt kinda gives chatgpt-generated ngl (obviously it wasn’t bc it predates chatgpt & shitty ai writing generators, & this book is SO MUCH BETTER than anything an AI could generate regardless) 

“A refined and attractive woman, Mrs. Vanderbilt had a pale complexion and a full head of dark hair, and she seemed at ease in her role of hostess as she moved through the room.” Idk what about this makes me think “AI generated” but it just DOES

“Serafina loved to climb the tapestries at night and run her fingernails down through the soft fabric” AGAIN SHES SO REAL FOR THIS

OHOHOHO MR THORNE NAMEDROP:

“I’m sure that most of you already know Mr. Montgomery Thorne,”… Mrs. Vanderbilt said with a gentle sweep of her arm toward a gentleman. “He has graciously offered to play [the violin] for us today.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Vanderbilt,” Mr. Thorne said with a smile as he stepped forward. ... To Serafina, who’d been listening to Biltmore’s visitors her entire life, he didn’t sound like he came from the mountains of North Carolina, or from New York like the Vanderbilts. He spoke with the accent of a southern gentleman, maybe from Georgia or South Carolina.”

Serafina having an eye for fashion was NOT what I was expecting from this reread lol (she describes mr t’s outfit then says “all of which she thought went nicely with his silvery-black hair and perfectly trimmed sideburns”)

Hmmm interesting she actually sympathizes with/likes mr Thorne at first?? I did nOT recall that

Lol serafina liking to watch mr Thorne’s fingers move as he plays and wanting to pounce on them is so Cat of her

OMG BRAEDEN BRAEDEN BRAEDEN BRAEDEN

Apparently he looks “sickly, a little frail even” which I do not recall, but hes also got “watchful, sensitive brown eyes” and “a rather fetching tussle of wavy brown hair”

“Are you lost?” WE GOT IT WE GOT THE LINE but more importantly we got the NEXT LINE which is “May I help you find your way?” And hes described as not timid or shy but also not overly confident which I LOVE (fun fact this line is very similar to one of the characters of my other favorite kid’s book series, Keefe Sencen’s “you must be lost” line)

Lol Braeden always sharing his food with Gideon annoys the chefs i LOVE him

OMG HE BOWS TO HER WHEN SHE GIVES HIM HIS NAME LIKE SHE’S A PROPER LADY!!!!! MEN!!!! TAKE NOTES!!!!!! THIS IS HOW IT’S DONE!!!

Name drop at last, missing girl’s name is Clara Brahms. Honestly I’m a little sad Clara isnt a recurring character later on. Braeden, Serafina, and Clara could’ve been a good trio 

OOOOHH “She had heard the servants in the kitchen joke that their master must have secretly found the Fountain of Youth” what a NICE SET UP for how the black cloak keeps people young & serafina’s suspicion of mr Vanderbilt

Mr Vanderbilt: *wears dress shoes to go riding*

serafina: criminal activity right there. Lock him up

This was my favorite chapter so far, probably because it introduces us to so many different characters and moving parts. I like Mr. Vanderbilt a lot more than I remember (as a historical figure now that I know more about him & also as a character) and Braeden is, of course, perfect in every way.

[yzeltia]

WIP Tag Game!

Make a new post and post your latest line from your WIP & tag as many people as there are words.

Pororogi continued to listen, quite sure now that the familiar aether he'd been told to ward off was not coming from the meddling human that had insulted his master, but from the young red-haired Miqo'te. The familiar found it hard to believe anyone would have chosen the imbecile as a mate, but between the excess aether radiating from her and the unmistakable emerald eye it was clear she was his daughter.

"I'm a real adventurer. My daddy and pa let me use aetheryte all by myself! I don't need to live vicariously through the stories of others," his charge boasted to Khloe, wrist upon her face as she let out a haughty laugh.

Khloe stamped her foot, ears perked high. "I could be an adventurer if Khloe wanted! Auntie Rowena would give Khloe the best armor and weapons too! You're a very rude little Miqo'te! I'm not giving you any of Khloe's precious journals!"

The other young Miqo'te turned, "Yeah!? Well I wouldn't want your dumb journals or maps anyway! I'll find the treasures all by myself!"

"Not if Khloe finds them first!"

Pororogi seized up a moment, squeezing his wooden cane in his hand. The familiar recalled the harrowing duties of his past. Memories of a young white haired Miqo'te figuring themselves out and causing his mistress a great deal of stress danced across his mind. So many times he'd rescued the budding archon from themselves. The command was still firmly sealed into being. Protect the foolish Miqo'te from themselves.

Tagged by @driftward . I've only got two things actively being worked on right now and you've seen them both so had to start one of my other projects!

I'll tag @grizguy for cat shenanigans.

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list of reasons why you SHOULD read Serafina and the Black Cloak

Healthy parent relationship between Serafina and her Pa

Parent is not eliminated to set off 'you are alone'. adventure(but is there as support for mc)

Historical fiction

Horror

The author wrote the books for his kids

Mystery

Trees :D, loads of them

Its really nice, okay! I love the developing friendships between Sera and Brandon, the bond between Brandon and his dog, its just so wholesome

The new male character is NOT shipped with mc (read bella and jacob)

Rowena is iconic

[cerulane]

Severus se lie d’amitié avec un portrait accroché dans un coin sombre de la salle commune.

Série de plusieurs fanfics qui sont toutes assez longues.

La première nous présente donc le portrait, Nizar Slytherin. Le début de la fic est assez monotone car elle reprend la vie de Severus de son arrivée à Serpentard à 11 ans jusqu’au début du cinquième livre. Le portrait de Nizar n’a pas vraiment d’impact sur sa destinée et donc, on s’écarte peu de l’œuvre originale.

La suite est plus intéressante car si on sent qu’il y a un lien entre Nizar et Harry, on a du mal à savoir de quoi il s’agit. A la fois, c’est une évidence mais en même temps, l’auteur arrive à distiller des éléments qui font douter.

Les fics alternent entre un récit contemporain : l’impact de Nizar sur le temps d’Harry Potter et le guerre contre Voldemort et des récits sur le passé. J’étais plus investie sur l’histoire contemporaine et ai moins accrochée aux histoires dans le passé. Malgré tout, il était intéressant de découvrir l’arrivée de Nizar à Poudlard, la jeunesse de Rowena ou de Godric. Je ne suis pas férue d’histoire anglaise donc je ne suis pas capable de me prononcer sur l’exactitude du contexte historique de ces fics dans le passé. Mais l’auteur arrive à rendre crédible ces royaumes éclatés, ces dialectes différents et les évolutions des noms entre « l’origine » et la version restée dans l’histoire.

La fic sur Gryffondor est indiquée comme inachevée. On sait au final comment l’histoire va finir. Le dernier chapitre ferait une conclusion acceptable. Même si j’aimerais assister au dénouement de la guerre entre Godric et son oncle.

L’histoire contemporaine est également intéressante. Elle digresse parfois sur des mystères du passé : comment la suprématie des Sang-Pur s’est imposée, comment l’héritage de Serpentard a été dévoyé en un millénaire, comment les elfes, qui étaient libres, sont-ils devenus les elfes de maison. Le tout est bien amené et, même si la lutte contre Voldemort reste une priorité, c’est agréable de voir des explications sur ce monde.

J'ai eu un peu de mal sur la dernière fic, qui se passe dans un passé récent (la première guerre contre Voldemort) Elle suit un personnage clé de la fic et permet d'expliquer en détail certains éléments qui ne sont que survolés dans la dernière fic contemporaine. J'ai parfois trouvé qu'elle partait dans tous les sens : la guerre, la musique, la conquête spatiale... Je pense que j'avais aussi un grand sentiment de lassitude. Mis bout à bout, cette histoire représente quand même un sacré pavé.

L'auteur a annoncé qu'elle allait continuer sa fic mais en même temps, sa lassitude du fandom Harry Potter. J'ai envie d'avoir une suite. La fin telle qu'elle est est satisfaisante mais il reste cependant de nombreux points en suspens et qui mériteraient une conclusion plus approfondie.

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À Hong Kong, une professeur d’université renvoyée à cause de ses travaux sur Tiananmen

Le visa de Rowena He, chercheure à l’université de Hong Kong, n’a pas été renouvelé par la Chine, en raison de ses travaux du le 4 juin 1989. 

Le visa de Rowena He, chercheure à l’université de Hong Kong, n’a pas été renouvelé par la Chine, certainement en raison de ses travaux du le 4 juin 1989.  L’université de Hong Kong (HKCU) a donc renvoyé une professeur qui faisait des recherches sur la répression en 1989 des manifestations pro-démocratie sur la place Tian’anmen à Pékin, après le refus des autorités de la ville de prolonger son…