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vickytaa · 6 months ago

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Until I found you

Summery: You moved from Boston to LA, leaving your best friends behind. A normal day, you were working as always when..

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This week has been so stressful. At work, my boss has been a dick and giving me extra hours. The people that came to the Caffè are such disrespectful with everyone, also with the people who work there, like me.

University, it's been hard, I had to stay awake a couple of nights studying for exams.

My family, fortunately, had been so mindful and helping me with everything they could from Boston.

They call me anytime they can and even text me every day just to see how I am.

I miss them so much. Being apart from them it's just so hurtful, and I am just waiting for December so I can go back home.

Xavier, my boyfriend, has been a bit distant. He knows how stressed I am, but he doesn't understand that what I want for him is to be with me now, instead of leaving me alone.

He just doesn't notice.

Monday

6:30 am

I woke up after sleeping only 2 hours because the night before I kept awake studying quimic, half dead.

I start slowly to open my eyes as I extend my arm to turn off the phone alarm.

Another spectacular day, Monday.

I sit up in bed with little effort while I try to wake me up completely.

I grabbed my cell phone to see if Xavier had sent me any messages cause, yesterday he hadn't come home.

We've been living together for a year, and every time we weren't sleeping there, we would make sure to tell the other.

'He might have forgotten,' I thought.

I get out of bed and walk to the bathroom. What will happen today?

I began to take off my clothes lazily and open the hot water for it to start getting warm, and surprisingly, there wasn't hot water.

'Great'

The day just started.

After bathing with ice water, I changed into work clothes, grabbed my keys, and got into the car.

On my way to the Caffè, 'Remember you - by dominurmom' started playing on the radio, and nostalgia hit.

I've always liked music a lot, but this song made me remember all those amazing moments with my childhood best friend, Nick.

He was the best person on earth, and time was air when I was with him. The laughs were natural, and the holidays with him and his brothers were unforgettable.

I haven't seen him for years, but I knew that if we saw each other again, It would be like before.

I didn't remember why we distanced ourselves because we were inseparable, but the distance killed when it's about relationships.

Leaving him to come to LA was the hardest decision of my life because he wasn't part of my life. He was my life.

When I left, I cried a whole month non-stop. My heart hurt every time it beat.

But it was the best for my future, or that's what I thought.

That song made me remember him because we used to love singing it every time we went camping with his brothers.

I missed them.

And I knew it, my body felt it too, my eyes started to fill with happy tears while I remembered us together laughing.

When I arrived, I didn't know whether to get out of the car. Is this what I always wanted?

I shaked my head to remove that thought of my mind and keep going.

4:25 pm

I was finishing my turn when I started taking someone's order.

"Good evening. What would you like to get today?" I repeated for the 53rd time in the day.

"Our friendship back"

I was shocked, I thought he might have confused me with an old friend, but when I looked up to see who it was, there he was, Nick Sturniolo. My best friend from infancy. A huge smile appeared on his face while our connected eyes started to fill up with tears.

The only thing I did was run into his arms and hug him.

It was like having that part of me that was missing again. A void is now filled.

"Oh my god, where have you been? I've missed you a lot, " I said, super excited. "I've been living for a couple of months here with my brothers, we moved to LA"

"Ohh, that's great, and what about your dream about being youtubers?" I asked.

I already knew that they started a while ago making videos, but I never had the courage to search them, I couldn't look at them after leaving them alone.

"It's fantastic, we already hit 6 million subscribers," He said happily.

"What? That incredible!" I stopped just to take a breath,

"It's a cute surprise to see you around. It's been years." I said while smiling from end to end.

When my turn finished, I went out to accompany Nick to his house, just to get to know it, and also to greet his brothers.

I enjoyed the journey as if it were something I had been waiting for for years, singing our favorite songs again in the car, at full volume with Nick.

When we arrived I couldn't stop laughing, we had been remembering hundreds of memories together.

As I entered the house, I saw Chris and Matt sitting on the sofa. A big smile formed in their faces. They couldn’t believe it; they haven’t seen me in years.

I opened my arms as they ran towards me. I hugged them while I laughed of their faces.

While I was trying to get away a bit to take a breath, I said: “you should have seen your faces”

“This was an unexpected surprise” Matt said, still without letting me go.

“Yes, but the best one” Chris added.

When they let me go, they both looked at me, and I smiled until my cheeks started to hurt.

After a while, we started chatting about our life nowadays, but suddenly I saw it. My most favorite board game was kept on the shelf.

“And do you remember when our math teacher told us to - “Chris was telling us when I interrupted him “Oh my god, I can’t believe it! This is our Monopoly game” I screamed with excitement.

I turned around to see Nick smiling at me. He knew that was my favorite game, and he had saved it all these years.

“Its... it’s the real one? Like, ours?” I asked while little tears of emotion were forming in my eyes.

Nick nodded with his head.

I ran to grab it and started opening it to play while the guys were sitting on the couch around the coffee table.

The three of them were staring at me while I was jumping with excitement.

It was a game that transported me years back when we used to stay up all night playing it.

We played for hours until we finished, and I obviously won, I’ve always been the best one, even when we were kids.

When I noticed the time, I saw it was a bit late, so I said goodnight to the boys, and Matt decided to walk me to the door.

In an attempt to break the silence, Matt said “Hey... uhm.. do you remember our first kiss?”. That was unexpected.

Yes, I remembered it. Every time I saw Xavier or felt his lips on mine ones, all I could think of was Matt.

A day before my departure, Matt and I, 13 years old child, lost in each other’s gaze, without knowing what it meant. Looking at each other, he came closer and let fall his sweet lips on mine with unforgettable delicacy and softness.

Our first and only kiss.

It was magic, like a promise, like a ' I don’t want you to go'.

I saw his blue eyes as I approached the door. A pain began to arise in my chest, I wanted to feel the magic again, but Xavier was waiting for me at home.

“I will tell my boyfriend that I got back together with you again, have driven him crazy with so many stories about you” I said. I knew it hurt him to hear the word *Boyfriend* but it was the harsh truth.

His head looked down but came back to look at me “Goodnight, Y/n” Matt said. “Goodnight Matt” I said and smiled at him. I didn’t want to go, really, but it was what I must do.

Our eyes didn’t let go for about 2 minutes until I decided to turn around and start my way home.

I could feel his gaze on me. Taking the blame, I sat on the car, and when I turned my head to look at him again, he was already gone. The door was closed. I understood him, and immediately I left.

When I arrived home, all that I wanted was to lay in bed and sleep, but clearly that’s not what happened.

I opened the door, and the first thing I saw was Xavier standing in the kitchen. He looked like he had been waiting for a long time.

“Where have you been, I’ve been waiting for ages” His tone assured me that he had drunk a lot.

“With some old friends” I said, clearly upset.

I saw him with challenging eyes. His lips parted, but before he could start whining, I asked, “Where were you last night?". He looked at me and shut his mouth with anger.

Ours was not enough, and we both knew it, but none of us wanted to take charge and broke up with the other.

“With my friend Jess. Much more pretty and friendly than you” he said.

I couldn’t believe him.

“Oh, yes?” I asked. He nodded, and I asked again. “So why are you with me and not with her now?”

“Because I wanted to come here to end up with you. Our relationship was over a long time ago. We don’t have the same connection as in the beginning. You are helpless on housework, and you are not as pretty as before. You were careless about your body.”

Wow, I didn’t see that one coming.

His last words echoed over and over in my head as I tried to stay upright.

“She is always pretty for me; she always makes everything for me to feel good.”

I looked at him dead in the eyes while trying to understand his words.

The air that kept me alive began to get stuck in my throat. A knot of fury and disappointment began to form in my belly.

“And I don’t want you to be mad just that you really need to make yourself pretty again. Like when you used to do it.”

How could he be so rude and careless?

My legs started to wobble. Since I was a teenager, I have dealt with all kinds of anxiety attacks but none as strong as this one.

The only thing I could think of was to escape from there or stay, and he leaves from there.

I needed to say something, I was frozen, but the only thing I said was “Go away”

He knew what he said hurt me, and seeing how much he hurt me or just a part hurt him too, but it was the truth.

He looked at me and started walking in my direction, like he was going to hug me or something. When he was standing next to me, I could smell his stinky alcohol breath. He looked up and down and made his way to the door.

A deep silence invaded the walls of my apartment. My heart beat with pain.

Despite this, I would no longer have to deal with Xavier every time he came home drunk.

I was speechless.

I sat on the couch trying to calm down my tears, but it was impossible, my hands were shaking as I try to catch my breath.

Why me?

I knew I wasn’t the best girlfriend, nor the most pretty, but why did he say it like that? Couldn’t he be more mindful and calmer?

Tying to calm down, filing repeatedly.

I felt useless.

The main thing on my head were his last words replaying over and over.

3:44 am

I knocked the door a few times, without waiting for an answer.

I waited for a couple of minutes before turning around to go back to the car when suddenly I hear the door open.

“Y/n? What are you doing here at- “Matt stopped talking as he saw my red eyes because of how much I cried the last few hours.

He moved a little to let me in, and as I walked inside, he squeezed my shoulder trying to get me comfortable.

“How do you feel?” He asked. A simple question that Xavier never asked me before, he never cared, and I didn’t see it.

“Xavier broke up with me. He said I haven’t worked on my body because I was to focus on other things. I am not as pretty as I used to be” While tears came down through my cheeks.

“And you believe him” It wasn’t a question; it was more of an affirmation. And he was right, I believed Xavier.

My eyes went to the floor, I couldn’t deny it.

“You know, when I was a child, I used to believe that I wouldn’t see the most beautiful girl in the world because she would be a top model from Europe, and that was until I found you” Matt confessed.

When I crossed our gazes again, they were filled with an inexplicable shine.

Our click.

“And since our first kiss, you haven’t left my mind” He added.

“You neither mine” I said.

He placed his forehead against mine and he wrap my face with his big hands, without stopping looking me straight in the eyes.

It was just the two of us, no one else.

We both felt like waiting years for this moment to repeat, but now with knew information of what it was. Love.

The magic we felt when we were teenagers revived.

His lips softly placed on mines.

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Dear diary:

It’s been a couple of months since Matt and I kissed again after our first kiss. Nowadays we are together and very, very happy.

I love him with everything I am, and I am deeply in love with him since I met him, because without knowing, he is the only one who takes my breath away every time he is nearby.

I will stick some pics of him to remember.

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papervenom · 11 days ago

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✩ chapter sixteen: goodbyes ✩

summary: you’re a third-year transfer from the states with magic that turns heads — and veela blood that makes it impossible not to be noticed. you didn’t ask to get caught up in their world, but now you’re in it, and nothing is going to play out the way it was supposed to. a slow-burn, character-driven take on prisoner of azkaban, told through your perspective.

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INCEPTION MASTERLIST⋆˙⟡

July 1st, 1994

"Alright, open them at three?" I asked my friends nervously.

It was the last day of the term and we were just handed our exam results.

"One...two..." Ron counted.

"Three," we all breathed out and impatiently ripped the envelopes open.

My eyes scanned down the list of letter grades— all my classes had an 'O' for outstanding printed next to them— except Potions, which was an 'A' for acceptable.

"Passed everything" Ron sighed in relief and we all nodded.

I was surprised that Snape didn't fail us, considering his alarming behavior over the past weeks.

I knew that the potion I brew for my final exam deserved an 'O' but I was just happy to have passed.

Hermione, on the other hand, left us immediately to convince Snape to raise her grade.

We headed toward our End-Of-The-Year feast and found the Great Hall decorated with scarlet and gold Gryffindor banners.

Gryffindor won the House Cup for its third consecutive year which meant that our table was celebrating the loudest.

There was this feeling of melancholia that I couldn't ignore when I realized that this would be my last meal at the school for a while.

My heart was full as I ate, drank, talked, and laughed with my friends.

When Cedric was finished with his lunch, he left the Hufflepuff table to sit by my side.

Cedric and I have become much closer since our Hogsmeade visit.

It was nice to really open up to him the same way that I did with Ron, Harry, and Hermione.

Cedric also got more comfortable around my friends and Housemates since he was around often.

He was talking animately with Harry, Oliver, and the Weasley twins about Quidditch.

Ron looked like he wanted to join in on the conversation but was resilient to keeping his mouth shut because Cedric was there.

I learned to ignore him.

"Oi—!" called Fred as he draped his arms around mine and Harry's shoulders "It's the Quidditch World Cup this summer, the final will be in Dartmoor—"

"How about it, Harry? (Y/N)—?" George continued, smirking at us.

"—come and stay with us at The Burrow?"

I knew I could if I convince my mom so I quickly accepted, but Harry answered that he'd have to ask for permission from his Muggle family, but he'd try his hardest.

"Excellent! Dad can usually get tickets from work!" Ron exclaimed cheerfully, speaking for the first time since Cedric sat down.

I beamed at him, getting excited for the summer.

"Guess we'll be seeing each other earlier than we thought" Cedric murmured in my ear.

I turned to look at him and raised my eyebrows.

"Oh?"

"I live close to the Weasleys. About a ten-minute walk from The Burrow," Cedric spoke softly, fidgeting with my hair.

I couldn't contain my elation.

Hermione, unfortunately, couldn't find a way for Cedric and me to stay in touch internationally, so finding out that I would see him sooner than anticipated was the best news I received today.

I wrapped my arms around his torso and hugged him tightly.

After the feast, we headed back to our dorms to finish packing.

Cedric said his goodbyes to me outside of the Great Hall because he had Prefect duties and wouldn't be able to see me later.

We held hands and cuddled each other, inciting the usual murmur around us whenever we were seen together.

By the time that we were boarded on the Hogwarts Express, it felt way too soon and my heart ached.

Harry and I looked out the window, watching the castle disappear behind a mountain as the train took us further and further away from the school.

"Two whole months..." Harry grumbled, turning to face the compartment with a huff.

"Oh, cheer up, Harry!" pleaded Hermione sadly.

"I'm okay," replied Harry quickly. "Just thinking about the holidays."

"Yeah, I've been thinking about them too," quipped Ron. "But you and (Y/N) will be staying with us soon! By the end of next month! I'll fix it up with Mum and Dad, then I'll call you two. I know how to use a fellytone now—"

"A telephone, Ron," said Hermione exasperatedly "Honestly, you should take Muggle Studies next year..."

"Yeah... I bet the Dursleys would be pleased to let me come... especially after I blew up Aunt Marge... Even the thought of a couple of weeks with the Dursleys makes me miserable," Harry groaned.

I got an idea as soon as Harry said this, causing me to jerk upright on my seat.

"What if you don't have to spend a couple of weeks with them?" I asked him tantalizingly, a smirk playing on my lips

"What do you mean?"

"What if you come back to America with me? If the Dursleys are so eager to get rid of you, they'd surely jump to the chance of getting rid of you the whole summer, right?" I proposed my idea to him excitedly.

Harry's eyes widened in thought.

"They might! Will it be okay with your mum?" He asked, his demeanor just as eager as I was.

"I'm positive it will— she's eager to meet you! I've been talking about you the whole term,"

Ron frowned at Harry and me but suddenly his face cracked into a big, exhilarated smile

"Maybe— maybe I can come too?" Ron asked hopefully.

I was taken aback by this but nodded anyway.

I knew my mother would even insist on me inviting Hermione if she didn't already have plans to vacation somewhere in Europe again.

"Sure! I'll talk to your mom and Harry's uncle when we get to King's Cross," I responded to Ron happily.

We were all so anxious to get to the station, so we played several games of Exploding Snap to kill the time.

I could hardly contain my excitement at the thought of bringing my friends back home.

I was already thinking about places to take them.

"Harry," said Hermione suddenly, peering over our shoulders "What's that thing outside your window?"

We turned to look outside and saw something very tiny and gray bobbing in and out of sight outside of the window's glass.

I was the first to notice that it was a tiny owl holding a letter that was far too big for it to be holding.

The owl was so miniature that it kept getting catapulted back by the wind.

I quickly opened the window, carefully catching the owl with both of my hands, and brought it inside to the warmth of our compartment.

The owl almost felt like a fluffy Snitch.

It dropped its letter onto Harry's lap and began zooming above our heads, apparently very pleased with itself for accomplishing its task.

Hedwig snapped her beak with a sort of dignified displeasure.

Crookshanks sat up in his seat, following the owl with his great yellow eyes.

Ron noticed this and snatched the owl safely out of harm's way.

"It's from Sirius!" Harry shouted delightedly when he opened the letter.

I got closer to Harry, and Ron and Hermione both craned their necks to read the parchment.

Dear Harry,

I hope this finds you before you reach your aunt and uncle.

Buckbeak and I are in hiding. I won't tell you where in case this owl falls into the wrong hands. I believe the Dementors are still searching for me, but they won't find me where I am— and I can promise you that.

There is something I never got around to telling you during our brief meeting. It was I who sent you the Firebolt. Crookshanks took the order to the Owl Office for me. I used your name but told them to take the gold from my own Gringotts vault. Please consider it as the many birthdays' I missed worth of presents from your Godfather.

I am enclosing something else for you, which I think will make your next year at Hogwarts more enjoyable. If ever you need me, send word. Your owl will find me. I'll write again soon.

Sirius x

Harry looked eagerly inside the envelope where there was another piece of parchment.

I, Sirius Black— Harry Potter's Godfather, hereby give him permission to visit Hogsmeade on weekends.

"That'll be good enough for Dumbledore!" Harry exclaimed happily.

I beamed at him, then took Sirius's letter to read through again.

"Wait, there's a PS..." I said, noticing tiny scribbling at the bottom of the letter that Harry hasn't read yet.

I thought your friend Ron might like to keep this owl, as it's my fault he no longer has a rat.

Ron's eyes widened as he looked down at the little owl in his palms who was hooting excitedly. He inspected the owl for a moment; then, to our surprise, held him out for Crookshanks to sniff.

"What do you reckon?" Ron asked the cat, "Definitely an owl?"

Crookshanks purred.

"That's good enough for me," said Ron cheerfully. "He's mine."

Harry read and reread the letter from Sirius all the way until we arrived at King's Cross station.

It was still clutched tightly in his hand as we stepped back through the barrier of platform nine and three-quarters.

Hermione left us the moment she saw her parents, rushing to greet them.

"That's him," Harry murmured to me, pointing out a man who was unmistakably Harry's uncle.

He was standing a few feet away from Arthur and Molly Weasley and was eyeing them odiously.

"Hello, Uncle Vernon." Harry greeted his uncle in a monotone.

I smiled at him politely but the older man just grumbled and started walking towards the station's exit.

Harry looked at me hopelessly.

"Mr. Dursley," I called out to him, making Harry's uncle stop in place, "I have a question to ask you, sir."

The man then turned around to look at me through his beady, small eyes but I kept my chin up, determined to not let him scare me with his prejudiced stare.

"I'm Harry's friend—(Y/N). Nice to meet you. I just finished my first term at Hog—"

"Keep your voice down, you reckless girl! People are around!" Mr. Durlsey seethed, interrupting me as his paranoid eyes darted around the station.

He acted as if I said something unspeakable, but I quickly realized that my mention of Hogwarts was enough to put him in a cardiac-arrest, considering he loathed everything from the magical world.

"Right..." I continued, "Anyway, sir, I was wondering if Harry could spend his summer in America with me. My mom and I will take good care of him, and we'll be returning by the end of August to spend time with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley"

Molly and Arthur seemed to have already accepted Ron's proposal for us to stay at The Burrow because when we looked over to them, they were waving back cheerfully.

Mr. Dursley grumbled and eyed them with pure distaste.

I had to stop myself from scowling at him because it was unacceptable to treat the Weasleys so horribly considering how kind they were.

Mr. Dursley then flickered his beady eyes at me, then at Harry.

"I hope you don't expect me to buy you a ticket, boy." He snarled at Harry, wagging a big fat finger at him.

"There's no need to worry about that, sir. We'll take care of it." I replied curtly.

"Well... alright then." Uncle Vernon shifted uncomfortably on the spot and turned around towards the station's exit, mumbling something that sounded like 'have a good summer'.

Harry and I turned to each other, surprised that everything worked out in our favor.

Harry immediately pulled me into a hug, and I hugged him back, squeezing him tightly as I giggled.

"Oh, Harry my dear. I just heard overheard you're going to America— I hope you have a wonderful time." Molly Weasley approached us, greeting us with a motherly embrace "(Y/N), I am so happy to see you. I hope you had a wonderful first year!"

"Mrs. Weasley, I was going to ask you if Ron could stay a few weeks with us, too?" I asked her, pulling away and looking at her pleadingly.

"Oh... no, my dear..." She cooed, running a hand through my hair. "Maybe another year. But we'll be seeing you soon, right?"

I nodded at her, greeted Mr. Weasley, and turned to Ron.

He looked bummed, and I pouted at him.

"I'll see you in a month, alright?" I murmured to him and hugged him tightly.

"Yeah, a month" He replied with a sigh.

I was about to pull away but Ron kept hugging me, making me laugh.

"You're cool, (Y/L/N)" said Fred, pulling me into a one-armed hug.

"Yeah, wicked cool," agreed George, yanking me from Fred so I could hug him.

"Thanks, guys. Don't stress your mom out too much," I smirked at them.

"Never—!" exclaimed George, faking shock.

"We're angels! Also..." Fred lowered his voice, "Don't think we forgot about..." He brought his thumb and pointer finger to his lips in a smoking gesture.

"Yeah, we owe you one," George winked at me, and I rolled my eyes with a laugh.

I said a brief goodbye to Percy and Ginny, and soon the Weasleys were walking out of the station.

"I'll call about the World Cup!" Ron yelled to us, waving the piece of paper I used to write down my home number.

We luckily found Hermione and her parents just in time before they were leaving and said goodbye. She excitedly told us that we might see her soon at The Burrow, as well.

Harry and I wheeled the trolleys bearing our trunks out of the station exit, grinning at each other broadly.

"You excited?" I asked him, smiling. He nodded enthusiastically.

"I've got a feeling this is going to be the best summer I've ever had," Harry replied.

THE END

thank you for reading!

BOOK 2 OF THE 'INSATIABLE SERIES IS OUT NOW

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nillthirteen · 6 months ago

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Ooh! About my previous ask about boss fights, I've just come up with another question for that, if you wanna answer it (For the DS one or future ER one.):

Which boss do you think has the most *awe-inspiring* presentation?

Oh I really like this actually!

SPOILERS FOR ELDEN RING AND SHADOW OF THE ERDTREE

Also word vomit below.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

I'm not super sure to be honest, it's definitely a multi-way tie. That being said, none of the Dark Souls bosses really hold a candle in terms of presentation to any of the Elden Ring fights. Not played enough of DS3, DS2, or Bloodborne to rate any of them, so maybe we'll revisit the concept once I have.

The Midra fight is one of maybe three fights that actually made my jaw drop, due to my fascination with the lore, and the presentation does nothing to hurt that. The Consort Radhan fight did the same thing, but I still prefer the presentation of the original. He feels so much larger than life, and despite his huge frame, immense strength, and array of moves, you're still shown how he's a fraction of the man he was. To be honest, I think that mystique of imagining how powerful Radhan was is more interesting than what we're actually shown.

Anyway, getting off track. I think the lion dancer, because of it's fucking incredible animations, and how they sync with the music make it feel like a playable cutscene, and it's so damn cool. It's one of those magical moments in a game, where everything works together so well, it transcends everything, and becomes, as Noodle put it, "playable concept art".

But I do have one I prefer.

Back in January, when I was playing through Elden Ring for the first time properly, I finally reached Maliketh at the start of a 2 week break off school. I was so hyped to sink my teeth into the game and get all the way through, and I figured he'd maybe take a day or two to learn and finish. Problem was, he countered my build. Hard. I was a Greatsword user, and surprisingly fragile to any kind of status effect. Maliketh did holy damage, and given the speed of his animations, and my limited range of damage, if I got hit once, it was enough to kill me within a couple of seconds, plus it lowered my max health, so the next time would definitely be fatal.

I ended up having to learn to do the fight hitless.

This took two weeks.

I want you to imagine, for a moment, a young trans girl, sitting in a dark room, staring intensely at the screen as she does her tenth run of a boss in about an hour, desperately hoping she'll be able to beat it today, because she knows she won't get another chance for another two weeks, thanks to mock exams.

A young woman, going through one of the hardest points of her life, clinging to one of the few things that gave her a sense of accomplishment and joy. Something which had gotten her through some very tough nights.

Imagine, now, you are this girl. And you begin the run. You slip through every attack, weaving in and out, a cloaked figure swiping blindly, as you pick and choose the exact attack animations which take advantage of the gaps in an attack, punishing even when there's no window, finding your own opportunities to attack, dissecting every moment. You reach the second phase, your now massive, burning, and armored opponent, flinging himself from height to height, spinning about with the force of a helicopter, and you do not slow down. You keep pace, weaving and dodging as the healthbar slowly wittles down. In this moment, there is no divide between you and your character. There is no distance, to be bridged by story or setting. You note a small opening in the boss's swing, you risk it, make it, and land the killing blow.

In that moment, I experienced something quite unlike any other game I have ever played. The presentation had me fully enveloped, and worked in complete parity with everything. It was one of the most incredible moments I've ever had in a game.

In conclusion, Soldier of Godrick wins.

#elden ring #shadow of the erdtree #game critique #I know it's kinda word barf #and I was definitely waxing poetically too much #however #You came to my blog #You expect me to stay on topic?#heresy

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enbyhiro · 2 months ago

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Hii! Annabella is sooo gorgeous and such a queen <3 I love her!!

One idea I had for interactions between her and my OC, Leigh, is where Leigh has to be tutored by Annabella but Leigh does not pay attention at all though she keeps going to the tutoring sessions because she wants to be friends with Annabella and thinks she’s pretty, while Annabella is really just trying her best to get Leigh to not fail 😅

Leigh + Annabella

Leigh had just finished a conference with Annabella with it concluding that Leigh will definitely need some tutoring for a few courses. No problem for Annabella, she sets up a schedule for Leigh to follow when she’s on her own since this isn’t a simple grade pull-up, & the times they’ll meet up after school. Leigh wasn’t too amused by the idea of having to study to satisfy a bunch of teachers that only want her grades to be high so that they look good. Leigh knew that most of the teachers & coaches didn’t care about her academic or career choice at the end of the day. But Annabella still wanted her to do good, to make it in the world. When they were discussing in the office, Annabella brought up that she finally saw Leigh hit the field (even if it was for just one game.) Annabella & Leigh had been pretty friendly with each other, which is pretty rare considering Bella isn’t very fond of the other jocks. But that’s also another reason they bond really well. The more Leigh had thought about it, the more she realized how interesting Annabella is in general. She thinks that she could possibly befriend Annabella, she’ll just need some time with Bella to try to sway her a little more. Annabella was pretty persistent on both of them joining in the library to complete some overdue assignments & get better studying habits to make exam week easier. Maybe these study sessions won’t be so bad after all.

Annabella was exhausted, she had just finished two conferences with two very frustrating students who argued & moped throughout the whole thing. She was ready for her head to hit the pillow on her nice silk-sheet bed & maybe call Lucky for a couple of minutes. Walking down the main outdoor staircase, she hears a pair of hurried footsteps behind her.

“Anna! Yo, are we still studying today?” Someone exclaimed, actually it wasn’t ‘someone’, it was Leigh. Bella swished her head around to see Leigh’s intrigued face. She completely forgot that she was supposed to be tutoring, specifically Leigh.

“Oh, hey Leigh! To be perfectly honest, I forgot that I was supposed ta’ be tutorin’ you, today.” Annabella nervously chuckled. “But yeah, we can go now! We need to jumpstart this routine ‘cause I know how you can be, he-ha~!”

Leigh’s face heated up at the comment. Bella did know her too well because she would never study on her merit. Bella signaled for Leigh to follow her over to the library, & Leigh gladly trekked behind her. Bullworth’s library was somewhat bustling this afternoon, most students being in to find a book to complete Mr. Galloway’s book report project. She spots a couple of people she knows but she rather get this tutoring over before she passes out around all of these people. Both girls tread up the stairs over to the double couches tucked away in the corner. One of Annabella’s favorite spots to have a private moment by herself or with a student. Annabella sits & reaches underneath the table in front of her & grabs a book titled “Guiding Through Math: Pre-Calculus”, tossing it on top of the wooden table.

“Alrighttt. First, we’ll start with Pre-calc first. It’s the hardest to understand , but once you get it, it’s gonna be a breeze finishin' assignments.” Annabella explained. “Let’s start wiithh” She flips the book open, “domain and range. Bella slides the large book over with minimal force so Leigh can see the information easier. “The domain of a graph is defined as how far the graph travels on the x-axis whereas the range is how far on the y-axis. The set of the first components of each ordered pair is called the domain and the set of the second components of each ordered pair is called the range.”

Man, that was a long tutor session. The sky was enveloped in dark clouds & the moon shined bright as they left the library. Mrs. Carvin never lets anyone stay that late, but Annabella had nearly begged her to let them stay until 8:00 PM because of how tedious Pre-calculus can be. Thankfully, Mrs. Carvin was understanding (& she likes Annabella a lot) so she let them stay a lot longer. Not like it mattered since Leigh could only pay attention to Annabella’s face more than the words escaping her lips. Every now & then, Annabella had to look to see if she was still paying attention & Leigh had to terribly pretend to be listening to the lesson. It was even worse when Annabella would pop quiz her, Leigh would have to scramble & scrape up an answer about “the domain, and, um, and the inverse of that function” or something like that. Bella would look at her questionably before hesitantly continuing onto the end of the three chapters they made it through.

“That’s it, right?” Leigh questioned as they stepped off the library's pavement.

“That? What we jus’ read? Nah, that was jus’ chapters one to three. There’s like 12 chapters in here.” Leigh straightened her lips, grimacing. “Here, take these & finish them.” Annabella handed Leigh a stack of four papers.

“What’re these?”

“They’re worksheets ta’ see how much you remember from this, it’s simple but still needs some kind of effort to complete. You looked you were somewhat followin’ me but uh, your answers ta’ some of my questions weren’t the best.” Annabella sighed from exhaustion, her accent noticeably thickening. “Please, please study on ya’ own time. I promise, ya’ grades will look a lot better. But you gotta make that difference.” Both drag their feet as they walk back to the dorms. “You’re smart enough to make good decisions on your own. Definitely smarter than other jocks, that’s for sure.”

“Coming from a girl like you, that means a lot! I’ll definitely try, but don’t be surprised if I don’t make it super far.” Leigh commented.

Annabella’s face reddened at the comment, “Aww pleasee~ and you’ll make it to wherever you put ya’ mind to, you jus’ gotta be committed or it’ll all be for nothin’. Also, Imma knock you upside your head if you don’t study. That’s a promise.” Leigh hastily nodded at the comment which prompted a laugh from Bella.

With the conversation & day concluding, the two climbed the steps up to the girls’ dorms & went to freshen up & dress down for bed. After finishing her skincare & brushing her teeth, Annabella chucks a “Goodnight. Sleep well, sweetheart.” to Leigh, disappearing into her shared dorm room before Leigh could respond. Makes sense, Leigh could notice the girl was tired & she doesn’t blame her whatsoever because all that studying & work would make anyone tired. Leigh left the communal bathroom onto her own dorm room. Her roomie wasn’t in yet so she had a bit of time to herself. Leigh grabbed the papers Annabella handed her & skimmed over the questions. “Yeahh, that’ll get done later.” Leigh tossed the papers onto her bedside desk & toppled over onto her bed. She remembers that she doesn’t need to get a super high grade in any classes, just high enough to pass & have a decent-looking transcript. She has a couple of colleges she’s interested in that will need her to have somewhat decent grades. She should get some advice on what to do from Annabella application-wise. She should try to get to know her better outside of the academic side of her.

Annabella basically face-planted into her pillow, she was so tired. She hated talking to Troy & Dan today; they just don’t give a shit about their future. Troy isn’t considering college, cool, but he has no desire to go into the military or even work straight out of school. He just wants to basically sit on his ass or work low-end jobs that’ll him scraping for money for the rest of his life. Dan has a better plan for his future but he thinks he can just bullshit his way through the rest of his highschool years & make it. Yeah, make it into a terrible college’s football team & have your life go downhill from there. The only rational person was Leigh, though she definitely wasn’t paying attention through half the tutoring. At least she seems somewhat interested in her future & isn’t giving Bella a tough time for simply just trying to help & do her school mandated job. Leigh seems kind of lonely at times, though, even when she’s spending time with the jocks. She wonders if she could spend some extra time with Leigh & get closer with her, maybe get her to be in the friend group or at least be friends with Jazmin & Mia. Leigh’s passionate about her sports & it truly bothers Annabella she’s constantly pushed aside. She plans to spend her lunch talk with Leigh, well, visiting Lucky first then talking with Leigh. She'll think it over once she's rested.

gift, also i loveee leigh's name !! thank you for the ask !!! & sorry it took me foreverrr🥹

#bully #bully oc #annabella grimes #oc: leigh kirsten #authors writing #just mentioned 2 locked characters cant wait to finish them🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

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dancergurl3000 · 11 months ago

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It’s been almost ten years since I graduated college. And in that ten years so much has changed. I’ll be breaking down this morning just exactly what has changed before my very eyes. Think of it. I remember it like yesterday. It is August 2015. I had an IPhone 6. The iPhone has just come out. I had broken my IPhone 4 and 5 my junior year of college. This time though, I wouldn’t be living in a dorm room. This time I was living in an apartment downtown with four other girls. My brother had just been in a drunken fall, and I didn’t know if he was going to come out of it alive. I’ll admit it, back then, when I was 24 I was more than a little perplexed anyways to finish college. It was like I knew what was coming. There seemed to likely be two presidential candidates, and I was already out in Oneonta anyways taking a summer class. I was to graduate though in December. My college career was ending. The party essentially was over. Needless to say my last semester there was my hardest. It reminded me of my senior year of high school: hard and unrelenting. I certainly didn’t know what I was going to do for work after graduation, and it’s really not like it mattered. Turns out the drama that I left back in high school returned when I finished college. Finals week December 2015 someone had posted to Facebook, an angry sophomore that he was going “to shoot up Oneonta state” the Monday during finals week. Graduation was that Sunday and it was a blur. I don’t remember most of it. I don’t even think we had a speaker tell us words of wisdom. Everyone was just on high alert that day. Scared shitless I guess. Then I got in trouble. I was censored on my college campus. I really thought I was going to be expelled, kind of like I thought I would be expelled for punching Armin in the shoulder after he had hugged me from behind and grabbed my stomach one day junior year of high school after English class. I was taking an exam for an adjunct professor. At the test he told me that he thought I had dyslexia. I was stunned. All I could think was: “you’re telling me this right now when I’m trying to finish taking your test?” And someone who I thought was a friend saw me coming out of that classroom sobbing. So she messaged me on Facebook. I messaged her the phrase “I could kill said Professor”, and she handed those messages into the police. I followed their instructions: I was banned from campus. I was only allowed to come back to campus to take my exam and then I could never be allowed to be on Oneonta state’s property again. I mean I was incredulous. Who hasn’t had those thoughts about someone they are upset with? And did Oneonta state’s staff really think that I could come back to campus and hurt said professor? I had no plans to hurt this professor. But here’s where free speech should be protected not limited. Because what I said IS Free Speech. In no way would I carry anything out. I was just shooting off at the mouth! But when you’re doing that today, you better be careful. It almost cost me my college degree. Needless to say I don’t miss school. Either I went to the wrong ones, or I just didn’t go to ones that supported free association, free thinking, free speech, and a channel to complain to about sexual harassment and assault. If schools in New York State have “zero tolerance” policies where you could be arrested for having advil on you, but also: “boys will be boys”, and “there will be no thinking for yourself here”, where does that leave the rest of us? To that professor, obviously I wished him no harm. I just was upset with being told something that no student should hear while taking a test. And it turns out I wasn’t alone in thinking that he was just an asshole teacher. My only girlfriend at the time babysat his kids and they were spoiled little brats she told me. All I really knew was I worked hard and I wasn’t protected. Nobody stuck up for me. Nobody said: “this is wrong.” “She should be able to say anything she wants to.” Please remember to stay vigilant, otherwise you lose everything you’ve worked for.

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scattered-shadows · 1 year ago

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As seen on my FF.net

Following the events of fifth year, a new adventure awaits for Norah Lee. Boys, exams, school events, common room parties, and old foes outside of Hogwarts. Even battling pensieve guardians was easier than this.

Main Pair: OC/? Genre: Adventure/Angst/Fluff (it's a little of everything, tbh)

KEEP IN MIND: Characters are aged up (even if the story's got them in sixth year) to make it more appropriate. Time period is leaning towards the modern day so in case you might find anachronisms in the dialogue or references, this is why. This may also be quite a lengthy fic too.

BE WARNED: Social anxiety, mentions of blood and injury, grief, drinking, kissing but nothing more than that, death (this is Hogwarts Legacy, after all)

P.P.S: Another terrible attempt at poetry ahead, but the last note, the poem in that one is from Perry Poetry. Emotional rollercoaster 2.0. Any guesses as to who "Nick" is? HEHEHEHE

Masterlist

Chapter 8

"For today's lesson, we're tackling a few things," Professor Hecat told the class the next day. "Cursed barrier spells, the imperturbable jinx, and the sea urchin jinx," She explained, the latter inciting chuckles from the students. "But before we get onto that, I'd like to commend you all for finishing what I will definitely describe as a long and time-consuming essay on banshees, flesh-eating slugs, and kappas."

Professor Hecat moved the tables to the side once again. "We've got quite a few hours on us today, so a review is also in order. Miss Lee, please step forward," She looked at Norah.

Norah was met with nudges from Natty and Leander, and knowing looks from Sebastian and Ominis as she went to the middle of the room. Professor Hecat conjured the training dummy in front of her, pushing the boggart closet close by. "Bloody hell, Hecat's going to unleash a boggart on Norah," Leander muttered.

"I wonder what form it's going to take in front of her," The Gryffindor Cressida Blume, whispered.

Norah felt her heart pound upon seeing the possibility of the boggart closet. She wondered what was going to come out from there. "Yes, Professor?" She said.

"Since you have undoubtedly some, or may I say, the most experience among your peers in this room, think of the training dummy as an inferi. Begin," Professor Hecat gestured. "Non-verbally, of course."

Norah nodded, glancing at Sebastian and Ominis, who were giving her knowing nods. One, incendio, two, confringo, three, incendio, four, confringo, with the fifth being diffindo. The rest of them clapped when she stepped back, and Professor Hecat looked proud. "10 house points if you can all identify which spells Miss Lee used."

"Show-off," Sebastian teased, making her laugh.

Several of them raised their hands. Professor Hecat ended up calling on Leander, who answered all three spells correctly. "10 points to Gryffindor, thank you Mr. Prewett," Professor Hecat nodded.

Norah gave him a thumbs up. "Merlin, how did you get around to learning confringo?" The tall Gryffindor whispered. She tilted her head toward Sebastian, who grinned. "Ah, figures," He chuckled, stepping aside.

"Well done, next up, the boggart, if you remember what to do when facing a boggart, do so non-verbally," Professor Hecat instructed, even when Norah was asked to return to the middle.

She felt an increasing feeling of anxiety, when the closet was pushed forward, the training dummy vanishing with a quick evanesco. The closet burst open, and Norah could feel her heart pounding.

The figure of Professor Fig emerged, and the room had gone quiet. Sebastian's expression fell, as did Natty's, watching Norah face the boggart in the form of their late professor.

"R-" Norah mumbled, trying her hardest to shake off the sudden fear and sadness that came from seeing Fig's dark expression, trying to walk up to her. She swallowed hard, and closed her eyes, trying to concentrate. Riddikulus. Riddikulus. Riddikulus!

The boggart form of Fig turned into a puffskein that rolled around the closet. Norah fell to her knees, looking quite shaken, tears rolling down her cheeks. Sebastian quickly helped her up, and it was then she was made aware that everyone in the room was staring at her, all of whom looked concerned, some sad. Professor Hecat looked just as concerned. "I guess we'll have to move along, but well done, Miss Lee. Mr. Sallow, will you mind accompanying her outside for some fresh air?"

Sebastian nodded, leading her outside the classroom while Professor Hecat continued with the review. "Are you alright?" He said, trying to wipe her tears with his sleeve. "You did well in there, with that boggart."

The floodgates opened, and Norah burst into tears, hiding her face in his shoulder as she sobbed. Sebastian held her, rubbing her back in an effort to calm her down. He could feel how much pain she held inside, masked behind a calm and confident facade. He knew what happened will spread throughout the school, and he wasn't sure if Norah wanted to know. Not that she cared, but this was one of those rare moments when he saw the kind of person she really was.

If anything, it just made him fall harder for her.

"I'm sorry," Norah slowly pulled away, wiping her eyes and sniffling. Sebastian continued to wipe her eyes. "Oh this is great, this is embarrassing," She tried to laugh it off, her eyes still red. "I'm sorry."

Sebastian shook his head. "It's alright. You were just scared, it was a boggart, it would've scared anyone," He assured her, wiping some more tears away with his thumb, his hand resting on her cheek, as if wanting her to lean into it.

Norah sniffled and shook her head. "It's just...what would they think of me now? Cowering at the sight of Fig?" She whispered, not wanting to go on about how she felt when she knew the freckled brunette was aware.

"They didn't know Fig the way you did. What was it about Fig that terrified you?" He said softly.

"Just-" Norah looked down, still too embarrassed. "I just remember those last moments I had with him. He wasn't sure about my decision to open the repository down there, and me taking the power to build on what Isidora worked on, knowing what I know. But Ranrok arrived, with Miriam's wand, he revealed he killed her, and when Fig got angry at him, the stone pillars fell, even more when Ranrok forced it open anyway," She said.

Sebastian wasn't sure what else he could say, and instead accompanied her to the restroom where she quickly washed her face. When she stepped out of the bathroom, that was when Sebastian found the words to what he wanted to ask. "Do you blame yourself for him dying? It seemed like Ranrok is the one who sent that stone down and killed him, not you."

"It certainly feels like it was my fault," Norah swallowed hard. "That's why I plan to do what I'm going to do to make up for it. Even if it's too late."

It made Sebastian think of his own situation, of his own uncle Solomon. Even if Solomon harbored a lot of resentment towards him because of Anne getting cursed and their parents' death, it didn't justify the use of avada kedavra. Even when the truth was revealed, Sebastian had now understood that it wasn't as simple as harboring hatred for goblins. He knew he fully deserved to be locked up, yet they didn't turn him in.

He knew he had the rest of his life to make up for what he did. Norah's words seemed to give him some assurance that he could only make things right even if it's too late.

They returned to the classroom just in time for Professor Hecat to introduce the new spells they were set to learn. When she stood beside Ominis, no longer wanting to draw further attention, the blonde reached out to her, gently patting her wrist. "Are you alright?" He whispered.

Norah hummed. "I will be, I'm sorry. That was embarrassing wasn't it?"

"Of course it wasn't," He said. Even if he couldn't see what happened, he felt how shaken she had become. All the while hoping that maybe he should've been the one who also stepped up to help her get some air. His hand moved down from patting her wrist to gently tugging on her fingers, as if to further assure her that everything was going to be okay. And it was, as Ominis firmly decided from then on, that he would try and protect her no matter what.

To Norah Lee,

I see without seeing, To me, darkness is as clear as daylight. Answer this riddle to get to me, For I plan to wipe your tears, hopefully I hope this note puts a smile on your face, And to remind you that everything will be okay. Whisper the answer to a close friend, You'll know who I am by the week's end.

You will know if you are right, Wait for my note tomorrow night.

Your Nick

Norah read the note over and over again during lunch. The gears in her mind were already turning, full of suspicions as to who "Nick" was. She was a step closer to figuring out who it was from this note. There was that feeling of anticipation, that maybe, perhaps, "Nick" was the very person she was starting to have feelings for. Then again, it could've been any sixth-year boy at this point. It was possible that any of her friends told "Nick" things about her, what she liked, what she didn't like.

Since the moment she started feeling like she was beginning to care more for this person, Norah also regretted trying to keep things as they are. When all she wanted was to maybe, spend more time with him. Maybe talk to him more, break the ice a little more until there was nothing left.

But, at least what Norah thought, he might feel like they were out of each other's leagues. If things worked out, people might be in for a surprise, that much she knew. She knew that a potential relationship with him would lead to some backlash, but she was prepared either way. Norah sighed and put the note down. It was too early to think like things were already working out between them.

She looked around, hearing faint whispers of possibly what happened to her during Defense Against the Dark Arts. The embarrassment crept in once again, and she had the urge to just head down to the nearest creature lair and take out a few. But she knew she couldn't. That kind of activity no longer happened as much.

Norah got up, clutching the note as she left the Great Hall, wanting to spend the rest of the lunch period in the Room of Requirement, where she could get back to studying. Deek could always summon food from the kitchens if she asked. As she was about to head up the main staircase, she was stopped by an owl that dropped a letter in front of her.

It was from "Nick" again, she was certain, from how the owl went straight to her. There was a sense of urgency about the owl, and she quickly gave it a treat before it flew off. "Another letter from "Nick" ?"

Natty was coming down the stairs with Nellie Oggspire when they saw her. "Yeah," Norah nodded, looking at her name written on the envelope. "Hi Nellie" She said.

"Hey Norah!" Nellie waved. "I heard you're taking part in Summoner's Court again this year."

She eyed her friend, who tried to avert her gaze, then laughed. "Yes, unfortunately. I would gladly relinquish my title as Summoner's Court champion but Natty here doesn't want me going easy on the boy who could be her summoner."

Natty side-eyed her, while the two of them laughed. "The whole school's been on about who could be your summoner, Norah," Nellie pointed out. "I heard there are bets being placed, but if you ask me, they might be wrong."

"Bets? They're taking bets? Who do they think it is anyway?" Norah was curious. It was a way to narrow down her suspicions as to who it was.

Her question made the two Gryffindor girls grin. "Well, one of them is betting on Garreth, which isn't surprising since they always mention your escapade in Hogsmeade for him," Nellie explained, raising a brow. "They're also betting on Prewett, since the two of you studied together in the Astronomy wing too."

Norah chuckled. "That was only one time with Garreth, and I actually get a lot of homework done whenever I have the chance to study with Leander," She shrugged. "Did they bet on others?"

They nodded. "Well, look no further for the other two," Nellie said.

"No further? You mean-?" Norah stared at them.

"Yeah, Sebastian and Ominis." Natty said. "I heard the fifth years saying that the two of them seem to be the most likely ones, since you spend time with them the most."

Interesting, she thought. "Anyone else?" Norah asked.

"Well," Nellie and Natty exchanged looks. "Someone's apparently betting that it's Amit even," Nellie said.

Norah looked at them incredulously. "But how can he be the summoner when his own name was taken down?" She said.

"That's what I was wondering too," Natty chuckled. "But Amit seems unlikely. He doesn't flirt with you, he's just a really nice guy."

"Yeah," She agreed. "Well, at least that kind of narrowed it down, I guess. He did say I'll know who he is by the week's end," She held up the other note.

"Good for him. Quite brave of him to ask the Hogwarts hero, I must say," Nellie teased, and Norah shook her head. "Face it, Lee. All the boys would want you to be their date to the Yule Ball, even more so at the common room parties. Everyone will be anticipating who that will be."

"I don't know, after my embarrassing reaction during Defense Against the Dark Arts, I might have put off a lot of them," Norah looked around, catching the gaze of some fifth-years who immediately averted their stares and kept walking.

"That's not true, don't say that," Natty frowned, as did Nellie. "You reacted like everybody else probably would. That is nothing to be embarrassed about. It was a boggart after all."

Norah bid them goodbye, telling Natty that she'll go ahead to Hogsmeade after class to grab a butterbeer before their next astronomy table hunt. She was determined to shake off what happened to her in class. When she arrived at the entrance of the Room of Requirement and stepped inside once the door opened.

Deek had appeared at the same time, tidying up the entrances of the vivariums. He stood up when he saw Norah come in. "The thestral and unicorn offsprings have grown up now, Miss," He said.

"Do you think it might be time to release them?" Norah asked, slipping on dragonhide gloves to carefully harvest some of the mandrakes and chomping cabbages. "Do you think you can summon some food from the kitchens?"

Deek smiled and with a snap of his fingers, they heard a table of food emerged in the other room. "Anything else?" He asked.

When Norah took off the gloves, she shook her head. "Come and eat with me. You've been keeping an eye on everything whenever I'm not here, you need a break too."

"Oh, Deek has already eaten," The house elf replied with a smile. "But I can call your friends to come in and join you if you'd like?"

She shook her head, realizing there was no use trying to convince him otherwise. "How is his Lordship?"

"Doing very well," Deek said. "He's very happy being surrounded by company."

Norah looked up at the vivarium where the graphorn was housed. It made her think of the boys Natty and Nellie mentioned. Sebastian and Ominis were likely in the Undercroft or back in the common room. As for Garreth and Leander, she didn't know much about where they might be other than the Great Hall.

"I'll be right back. I might have to drag a certain Ravenclaw boy from his telescope to eat something," She said, almost sprinting out of the room and up the spiral staircase. Norah skidded to a halt when she saw Amit, busy peering through his telescope while taking notes for his star charts. "Thakkar!" She called out to him.

"Why the last name all of a sudden?" Amit was quick to retort, getting up from the floor. "Are you okay? I heard about what happened in Hecat's class."

She nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. I've got a spread in the room and I can't finish all of the food. Take a break from the stargazing during the day and have a meal," She suggested.

Amit nodded a little embarrassed with Norah's remark about stargazing during the day. "Alright, let's go. We'll be going for another astronomy table hunt, right? Further into the Forbidden Forest," He said, quickly putting his things together to follow her down to the room. "Do you mind if I brew some of the potions in the room?"

They returned to the room, where Deek seemed to be standing by and waiting for them. "Hello, Deek!" The Ravenclaw was quick to greet, before they went down the little staircase to where the spread was laid out. "House elves always tend to outdo themselves."

They sat down and immediately helped themselves to the nearest servings of food on the table. Norah chuckled, remembering what she told Natty and Poppy the other day. She was glad that Amit became her friend. Even after the ordeal at the mine, they remained friends and became even better friends by the end of fifth year and to this day. She always appreciated his love for astronomy and ambition to write a memoir and even an account of what she went through.

It was probably because of his focus on astronomy and even learning gobbledegook that Amit had a calming presence in their little group. His head was in the clouds, while the rest of them were stuck with the chaos that took place everyday on the ground.

"Got any idea of who summoned you?" Norah thought to tease, curious as to how he had been doing since Ronen started the assignment. "Natty and Poppy already know who took their names."

Amit nearly dropped his fork and knife, flustered with her question. "I have no idea what you mean, Norah Lee," was all he could say.

She raised a brow. "You're not terrible at charms either. In fact, you're rather good at Charms, so you were either summoned or you did the summoning, hmm?"

Amit shook his head. "A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell."

She laughed. "Did you kiss your summoner?! Amit! Bloody hell!"

Her question made the Ravenclaw laugh as well. "No, I did not, but if you really want to know, it was Samantha who summoned me. She told me not long after Ronen announced the assignment," He admitted.

"Well she is good at Summoner's Court after all," Norah agreed. "She seems to really like you, though. Just as much as we do."

"She does," He said quietly, pausing to take a sip of pumpkin juice. "Who has summoned the Hogwarts hero, then?"

"No idea, really," She shook her head. "I only found out that my name was summoned after Sebastian told me. After I told them I haven't had a go at the board. I've been getting letters from a boy who calls himself "Nick" with riddles," She took out the note she had already opened. "The answer to this is a bat."

"A bat? Hmm," Amit hummed in thought. Even he was aware that there were bets being placed on who took Norah's name from Ronen's board.

Norah suddenly took out the new envelope that she received before coming to the room. As if like last time, there were confetti hearts that spilled out on her place setting. Taking out the green card, she saw the silver ink that had the all-too-familiar message.

To Norah Lee,

It was you, It was me, It was the silence underneath the stars That understand my heartbeat and its racing. You told me nothing, I believed everything, In that moment I found life In that moment I found you.

It would be an honor to have a moment of your time, To see your eyes maybe looking into mine. They come out at night without being seen, And are lost in the day without being stolen. Answer this riddle to get to me, Whisper this in a close friend's ear.

You will know if you are right, Wait for my note tomorow night.

Your Nick

"This note is a long one," Norah said quietly, reading it again when she had a second serving of chicken. "But he's quite a poet, it seems. Now I'm even more curious as to who this 'Nick' is after sending me all these notes with riddles and poems."

Amit looked intrigued. "Nick and Norah, I shall look forward to seeing the two of you together." He said, grinning as he finished his meal.

"That's not even his real name, at least I think it isn't," She said. Amit shrugged. "Nicholas Carrow is a fifth year. He's the only Nicholas I know in this school, well, aside from Nearly Headless Nick."

The mention of the ghost made the two of them laugh out loud. "Then I must admit, Nearly Headless Nick knows a good one when he sees them," Amit teased.

Norah read the note again, staring at the riddle portion. "Stars. The riddle is stars," She said. "At least I think the answer is stars," She showed him the note.

Amit took a quick glance and nodded. "Indeed it is. Are you sure you're not really a Ravenclaw?" He teased.

"Despite blue being my favorite color, I'm afraid not," She shook her head, putting the note down to finish her plate of food.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy angst #hogwarts legacy fluff #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #amit thakkar #leander prewett #andrew larson #natsai onai #poppy sweeting #imelda reyes

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mylittlediaryeveryday · 17 days ago

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Again and again

Quote of the day: “It does feel different. But at the same time, similar.” - Sk8 the infinity. (tip at the end of the blog)

Hello and welcome once again to this blog. It's been a long time and your friend is calmer than ever!...(that's my hopeless try to make an aprils fools joke). Easter break is approaching steadily. It's only 2-3 weeks away and that also means that exams, assignments, and presentations will be showing themselves.

To approach this I had made a schedule which I highly recommend as it definitely helped calm my nerves as if you simply followed what you've planned things will get easier. Sometimes I couldn't really follow it I cherished short happiness over long. Which is okay, sometimes. but definitely should not be a habit. But I'm trying to take that time back. Finals are also coming the date today is 25-04-01 so from today there is only a week left. And yes, the nerves are building up but at the same time I feel almost calmer than expected because if you tried and worked your hardest, if you just put that little effort in I promise you, you will feel better. I will go try to finish my work and cram a little. sorry this blog is all jumbled up... I'm in shambles having so many thoughts in my head after all the things that are coming my way. Haha..ha..haa anyways, to end this on a good note EID MUBARAK!! I forgot to say that yesterday but better late then never! and as I always say... let's meet on a happier note tomorrow bye bye~~

tip of the day: I've tried to do things the minute i feel like it will build me stress, so stop procrastinating. Why worry over it for a long time if you can literally just finish it now and not have piled up anxiety?

#school #stress #managing #managingschoollife #studytechnique #tipsforhighschol #highschoolsenior #finals

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idunnowhatimdoingatall · 5 months ago

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I HATE MATHS YOU CAN SUCK MY BALLS

Guys we just had maths exam on Monday and I’m dead. Math sucks. The person who made our tests used past paper questions FROM A DIFFERENT EXAM BOARD AND WE LITERALLYL HAVE NOT DONE THOSE TYPES OF QUESTIONS IM GONNA KMSSSS

Anyways, I also had business today yayyy. Business what a bit better since I finished all the questions although my arm is dead. My arm muscles are so fucking sore I just can’t no more 😔 Well at least business went better than maths ig.

Bro last year maths was literally one of the easiest subjects for me (aside from ESL lol) BUT NOW ITS LITERALLY THE HARDEST WTH 😭 How is business, art and media easier than MATHS???

Anyways hope yall are doing well for the exam season. GOODLUCK YALL

P/s: idfk know where Juno is. Like I’m literally running this page on my own atp 😔 *A single mom who works two jobs-*

ALSO, storyboard is finished yayyy. However idk if I’m allowed to post it online rn, I’ll have to ask my teacher lol

#media studies #as level #maths #business

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palilothy · 1 year ago

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I finished my drawing for @logicaldelta, i made two versions because i couldn't decide on the print of the shirt

It was a real struggle to finish this, ibis paint died on me 4 times and got stuck on loading every half hour. I don't know what was up with ibis paint today but it was sooo annoying.

Anyways, i tried to keep as much of the original design as possible. However i gave her an hawaii type of shirt over a hawaii top to kinda go with a summer vibe, since Soubern is the god of summer. That's why i gave her a transparent scarf (first time drawing a scarf wooo) and some short pants. I added a few more colors to really make her love for bad color combinations stand out. (The idea for the hawaii top is from my friend @luminasfay btw)

I hope my interpretation of her character is fine, i really enjoyed drawing her (if we ignore ibis paint trying to ruin it for me)

Oh and I'm also finished with my finals now. I did not expect math to be the easiest final exam and english the hardest. I really fucked up the english exam, but well nothing i can do about it now

#artist on tumblr #art #digital art #fanart #palilothy

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slightlynormalprogram · 1 year ago

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Good morning blog. Today I am going to study for exams and in like 30 minutes im going to get chipotle because I’m hungry and I want chipotle.

The MGMT album is beautiful but I expected nothing less from them! My favorite songs are still probably the singles but im excited to listen to it more over the next however long and become attached to the songs. I have a feeling this album will stick around in my rotation for a long time.

I think my favorite album ever might be Sling by Clairo. The first time I listened to it I was finishing up my first big album and I was about to move out of my parents’ house for the first time. I listened to it a lot during what were probably the hardest periods of my life over that next year and listening to it now it feels like an old friend who’s always been there for me. Such a special album. House of Sugar by Alex G also fills that niche, I listened to it all the time when I was very depressed a few years ago.

I didn’t get to practice guitar last night because I took a nap and then had to do homework, which I still need to finish today so I can study for my exams. Every single day this upcoming week I have an exam but I get to finish the week by picking Owey up from the airport and he’s going to stay with me for two weeks! I’m so excited so I will have a big nice payoff after a week of hard work.

Thank you for reading my blog and always make sure to turn your lights off when you leave the house

#Masey life

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fadebolt · 2 years ago

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At long last, I finally managed to finish the very last finals of this semester today. The last two to three weeks were rather stressful, and I couldn't do too much outside of writing up some thoughts on ships during breaks between study sessions.

Let me tell you, it feels awesome that I never have to worry about this godforsaken exam again (particularly because everyone keeps saying how the subject I just completed is by far the hardest one out of every available subject here). Though I am a bit overwhelmed by having so much extra free time so suddenly, but I'm glad to see the Rain World community still doing a bunch of great stuff that I can try and catch back up on.

Rain World content creators that do their own special events where others can get involved in some sort of way are the absolute best. I know how grueling and time consuming these are, but I really appreciate it, because it grants me the motivation I need to actually do something with all the neat (and also sometimes cringe xd) ideas that pop up into my head.

I adore every single one of you, and I'd like to thank you all for helping me get over my shyness and insecurities, so I can be more involved with this wonderful community! :D

#Fade's Personal Rambles

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frozeninice · 2 years ago

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advice from the past -- dear future me pt. 2

Its July 8, 2023, and I have a raging ear infection (one of many and likely many more), and I was thinking of a post, written by me, Katie sent to me a couple months ago. It was a “dear future me” written in September 2018. I had been going through some old notebooks and read a letter written to future me, likely around the end of high school, 2016 ish. I won’t repost it here, but you can find it under the “dear future me” tag.

I read through the letter from the past to the future me, at the time it was September 2018. I had just started seeing a psychotherapist for my depression and anxiety as I struggled through nursing school. I’m not sure of the exact dates, but I think that was around the time of 3rd semester of nursing where everything went to shit: nearly failed out, burnt out to the bone, crying at the (seemingly) little inconveniences in life (when actually it was the burn out seeping out). It was a bad time, surely, but to see myself wanting to be positive and keep going on, it warms my heart.

Nursing school were the hardest years of my life. I wouldn’t want to go back and do it all again, do it all different, because I know I had to go through all that pain and struggle to get to where I am--who I am--today. I love who I am. I would never want to change that. What I’m trying to say here, is that even though I was so fucked up mentally, a part of me still wanted to persevere and knew that there was a light at the end of the tunnel. Even if I couldn’t see the end, I hoped the light would be there. Looking back into my memories of these times, its hard to look past all the shit and remember the good in all the bad, so it--what’s the word, not grateful, not relieved--comforts me knowing that a tiny part of me wanted to keep living life.

What’s life like now?

Well, I finished nursing school in 2021. It wasn’t easy. I failed a couple courses, nearly failed many more. Had to take an extra year, so I really beat down on myself for being a failure, for not finishing in 4 years. But now, in 2023, I see that I needed to graduate in 2021 instead of 2020. Aside from the obvious reason of THE FUCKING COVID PANDEMIC, ahem, sorry had to get that out of the way. My mental state in 2020 sunk to rock bottom. I can’t imagine finishing nursing school, getting my RN, and starting the new grad journey ALL during a fucking pandemic. I think I actually would have tried to kill myself, and I’m not saying that lightly or jokingly. I needed to graduate one year later, despite myself hating it the whole time. I needed that extra year to learn about me. Also, don’t let myself ever forget that you met your best friends of nursing school in that extra year. Marissa, Rachel, Zipora, Kafia, Rae, Joanna, Libby, thank you. These friends helped you get through the last three years. You are still in contact with these friends. You have traveled with these friends. Do not let yourself forget all the positives of taking that extra year. You are not a failure. You are a survivor.

I studied my ass off and wrote the NCLEX in 2021. For once, I actually felt ready for an exam. I was itching to write it, instead of hiding, I went into the light and did it. I conquered it. I demolished it. I am so fucking proud of myself, of you, for writing it. I passed. June 19, 2021, you passed the fucking NCLEX and became a registered nurse (RN). Congratu-fucking-lations. You fucking did it!!

I then applied for new graduate nursing jobs. My heart screamed Sick Kids, but I later learned that this wasn’t my path, not then, maybe in the future. I had many interviews in one week (still don’t know how you did that, ya crazy crazy girl). My last interview of the week was with SHN for a nursing resource team (NRT) or float nurse position. Most of the jobs you applied and interviewed for had been for float positions, but you didn’t feel excited for these positions. You wanted exciting. You wanted interesting. MEDSURG didn’t feel like either. Your last interview of the week, by now you have mastered the core questions of a new grad interview and DESTROYED that interview. Going into the interview, you felt meh, its another NRT, whatever. But by the end, you felt different. You felt supported, like you could do anything. The manager, Rebecca, made you feel like you knew your stuff, and the clinical practice leader (CPL) Janette, made you feel supported and encouraged. For once, in the interview process, that you could see yourself working as an RN. That this was all becoming real.

So you accepted the position with SHN as an new grad NRT in the new grad guarantee (NGG) initiative. You started August 3, 2021. You got three months of orientation in different units of your hospital. You were inexperienced. It had been over a year since being in the hospital for placements. You lacked a lot of nursing skills. But you learned quickly. You absorbed, like a sponge, everything you learned. You made mistakes along the way, but you learned from your mistakes and improved your nursing practice.

October 25, 2021, you were set into the world of nursing on your own. You were in charge of your patients, you were in charge of completing all the tasks of the shift. You struggled. But you knew when to ask for help. You did not let your ego get in the way of your patients’ safety. The very first shift of being by yourself, you were placed on a surgical unit (5W). You had a pt with a colostomy, the bag got too full and exploded. Got all over the patient, the bed, and floor. It was a huge mess. But you learned not to leave emptying the bag until the last minute. You had a patient fresh post op from thyroid surgery. They were satting in the 80s and you panicked. You got the charge nurse and made them stay with you while, together, you figured out how to help the patient.

Over the next couple months of your new grad nursing career, you made a lot of mistakes, learned from those mistakes, overcame anxiety and imposter syndrome, and became a more confident and competent nurse.

December 27, 2021, surprises me how easy I remember the date. This was your first code blue. This destroyed you. It was the 4th day shift straight, end of the day, you almost made it to the end, when this code went off. Around 6pm it occurred, I think. You spent your first Christmas away from your family at the hospital with others who were too sick to be with their own. This was your first involvement in a code blue. The first time you did compressions on a real person, first time you saw what a code truly is. How gruesome it is. What is needed to be done to bring someone back to life. You got the patient back, but ultimately, they did not survive the night. You stayed with the primary nurse while she filled out the death paperwork. You knew you needed to see this, even though you were so distraught. Charlene, the PSW on the floor that day, held you as you cried. She helped you process this. You reached out to your manager, Rebecca, to talk about it. You talked with your good friend and charge nurse that day, Christie. You talked with your parents. You talked with your therapist. You tried. It was difficult. But you knew that you wanted to work in emergency, and you knew that you had to work through this so that you would be ready for the next time someone needed to be brought back.

June 5, 2022, you started your new position as a split pediatric-emergency RN. This was your dream, this was what you were working towards during those hours in NRT that you dreaded. Emergency was definitely not what it seemed, and you struggled to grasp everything before your brain shut down. You needed this change, to a new position. Float team was destroying you from the inside. Your mental health was plummeting. It was the best thing you ever did. Working on 7W satisfied your need to work at Sick Kids, you learned you didn’t need Sick Kids. You found your home.

Since then, you’ve been working your split peds-emerg position. Its not been easy, but its been worth it.

You’ve been seeing a psychiatrist, alongside your therapist, for ADHD, depression, and anxiety since the middle of 2020. Its been scary, but its been worth it. You are a stronger, more confident you.

The road you’ve traveled thus far has not been easy, and the road ahead is also not going to be easy. You are learning to accept that life does not become easy once you reach a certain point, you just learn to adapt yourself to be able to process and handle life’s challenges.

Now in 2023, you are struggling with how to have a work-life balance and how to be Kirsten without the nurse or the baker.

Life feels grey right now. You are trying to add colour, but it feels like futile efforts. Keep trying to add colour. Eventually you will turn around and see the rainbow.

Dear past me: I’m sorry I can’t tell you it will be easy.

Dear future me: You will get better at dealing with the obstacles life throws at you.

I love you so much.

#dear future me #advice from the past

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