#also happy birthday our dear king

[oshygoshy]

7:29 am

word count - 953 words

warnings - reader is female in this one. nothing explicit, but suggestive at the end. general intim*cy (throws up, claws at my skin, shakes cell bar handles)

a/n - ermmm guys happy birthday to my glorious king oikawa butttt this is kinda cringe im not gonna lie also i literally woke up at like 3 am and it's past 8 am rn so forgive me for typos my head hurts and my eyes are strained and uhh im formatting this on pc so idk how it looks on mobile but ykw?? that is simply not my business

“who’s blowing up your phone like that?” you mused, sipping your morning coffee as you tried to blink the sleep from your eyes. it was a failing task, though oikawa had to commend you for the valiant attempt.

“i’m not sure,” he hummed, blowing on his tea to try to cool it down. he tried unlocking his phone from his current position, huffing when it didn’t work. he tapped in his passcode and opened up his messages app. 

you peer over his shoulder, resting your chin on his bicep. you raise an eyebrow when you see the message. “japanese? tooru, dear, are you texting one of your fangirls back from home?” 

“baby,” he whispered, turning his head to kiss you on your temple, “you are my home.”

“real smooth. tell me what your side piece said though,” you say, unamused. (but you’d be lying if you said there wasn’t a happy grin on your face.)

“do you remember when i was showing you japan’s volleyball roster, and we were watching one of their exhibition matches?”

“mhmm.”

“remember their athletic trainer?”

you turned your head at that, your cheek squishing adorably against his shoulder. “the really buff guy that you totally had the hots for?”

oikawa’s jaw dropped at that. “excuse me?? i don’t know whether i should be offended or disgusted by that comment-“

“-tooru, please. as your partner, i could see the bedroom eyes you had for him from the audience seating.”

his lips thinned as you turned your attention back to his screen. your sleepy voice tugged at his heartstrings, but he really wished you would say something else. “never said that was a bad thing…he kind of looks like me, don’t you think? it’s clear you have a type.”

“now, i don’t even know what you’re-“ he tried but only got cut off by you again with a giggle.

“-great arms, smoldering gaze, and ample space in the chest!” you say with a wink. 

you hear his audible groan, and can practically feel his eyes rolling in distaste, but you miss his flushed cheeks and dopey grin.

“checks out. he’s cute, in a grumpy kinda way. anyway, tell me what he said.”

“uh,” oikawa started, faltering at that comment. (iwa-chan? cute?) he squinted at his screen; he could really use his glasses right now. “it says…happy birthday.”

you frown. “that’s it? it looks like a longer message than just ‘happy birthday.’”

“he added a ‘stupidkawa’ at the end too.”

you laugh at that, but still have an eyebrow raised, seemingly not satisfied. after a moment, you shrug, letting your curiosity drop, and instead reach a hand up. “you should let me say something back.” you didn’t ask for permission, sending a little smiley face emoji and a bazillion pink glittery hearts. “there. i’m sure these will transcend our language barrier.” 

he shuts off his phone, placing it facedown as you move his cup out of his hands, and slide yourself into his lap. the morning rays are warm, argentina’s summer already making her mark on your glowing skin. but for now, in your private kitchen, his hair blowing gently from the air conditioning vent above, and the most precious smile and both your faces, oikawa couldn’t help but kiss you softly, feeling your smile against his lips.

“happy birthday, tooru,” you whisper against his skin. “my favorite olympian.” you lean back a bit, resting an arm against the counter. “and don’t worry your pretty little head about anything. since today’s the start of the weekend, we can do whatever you want. my treat.”

his hands rested against your waist, rubbing ambiguous shapes into the warmth. “how about we start off with brunch at the cafe we like? the one with the cute cat sitting out front?”

“‘kay. lemme get ready first,” you say, and with much strength, you leave the comfort of his arms, yawning lazily as you head back to your shared room. he stared openly as you stretched your arms above your head, and could only laugh when you flicked his forehead. 

“quit ogling me, stupidkawa.”

“but it’s my job to ogle you! and don’t call me that again. you sound just like him,” he said with a fake shudder. he heard your snicker echo in the hallway as he turned his attention back to his phone.  

it made sense why you were suspicious of iwa-chan’s text at first. though you didn’t speak japanese, it really did look too long to just say “happy birthday.” but he made sure to leave out the second half of his friend’s text. 

oikawa tapped a finger against the edge of the phone as he kept rereading it.

iwa-chan “happy birthday, stupidkawa. take a break, and keep an eye on your girl. some of the guys said they’d buy a ticket just see her.”  you "����😁💕💖💓💞💖💕💓💓💖✨💖💖" “thanks, iwa-chan i'll be sure to take care of myself." "the hearts were from her. did you know she thinks you have ‘great arms, a smoldering gaze, and a big chest?’” “i told her you called me stupidkawa, and now she calls me that too. you’re a bad influence”

he saw the little dots pop up immediately. japan was only 12 hours ahead, so it should be around 7 pm for him.

iwa-chan “did she really? cute. maybe i should meet her too.” 

his eyes kept flicking back to the last message.

“meet her too.”

“meet her”

“cute”

oikawa raised his brows, thinking. wouldn’t that be a treat, to have iwaizumi and you meet? well, doesn’t matter. they’ll be seeing each other soon in paris for the olympics. but…he thought back to what you said about him. (great arms? cute? you both found each other cute??)

well, maybe they can have another, more secret competition back in his room. winner takes all. 

[violent-little-thing]

Tiny Hands, Big Feels

Word Count: 1198

Summary: Some Mother's Day fluff featuring Violet and her daughter Iris.

Tagging the other half of our shared braincell @violencelittlething. Thank you for letting me borrow Callista Mairi and helping me with the names for the other moms!

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“Go wake Mama,” Xaden stage whispers to 2 year-old Iris.  

“Mama!” Little Iris’ sing-song voice called out.  Violet could hear the smile in her little girl’s voice.

“Good morning, family.”  Violet yawned as she stretched her arms and patted the space next to her on the bed, coaxing Iris to climb up.  Iris scampered over and, with just the tiniest bit of aid from her dad’s shadows, got up onto the bed next to her mom.

“Mama!  Mama!  Wake up!  It’s your birthday!”

“Mother’s Day, angel.  It’s Mother’s Day,” Xaden softly corrects her.

“Okay!  Blow out candles?”  Iris cocks her head in question.

“Thank you, my darling girl,” Violet says, squeezing her daughter to her.  “Yes, we can blow out some candles later if you’d like.”

“I don’t think that’s a Bodhi Durran sanctioned tradition for Mother’s Day, your majesty,” Xaden jokes.  Bodhi had appointed himself the keeper of Tyrrish traditions, always making sure they carried a part of their past forward into their new family and reign.  They all loved him for it, but also found themselves laughing at the scowl on his face when they’d forget or mix up customs.

“And what is, my King?”

“Breakfast in bed, cards and gifts from your amazing daughter and husband, a special surprise, family dinner, and…” Xaden leaned in close to Violet’s ear, breath brushing against her temple. “Practicing making another baby.”

All these years later and Xaden still knew how to make her blush. 

“Dada, where is my card?”  Iris’ voice rose an octave on the last word.

“I’ve got it right here, baby girl.  Here,” he passed it to her.  “Give it to Mama.  I’ll be right back.”

“Here you go, Mama!”  

Violet looked down at her lap to see parchment covered in her daughter’s colorful scribbles.  She noticed that Iris – or Xaden – had chosen black, gold, navy blue, and purple for the color scheme, fitting for them of course.  “Dear Mama, Happy Mother’s Day!  You’re the best mom ever and I’m so lucky to have you.  Love, Iris.”  The card was of course in Xaden’s handwriting, and next to Iris’ name was a traced outline of her tiny hand.

“Thank you, sweet girl.” Violet gave Iris another hug, blinking back happy tears.  “This is the prettiest card in the world.  Let’s put it here on my bedside table so I can look at it every day.”

Iris beamed with pride, happy that she had made her mom’s day.  Iris was a daddy’s girl, but she absolutely adored Violet.  Violet had worried that she would struggle with motherhood – and pregnancy was certainly a challenge for her, physically and mentally – but she was a natural mother, caring and nurturing and absolutely in love with her daughter.  And while Xaden’s joke about practicing making a baby was well-received, their plan was to enjoy life with Iris for another couple of years before deciding if they truly wanted to try for another baby.

Xaden returned carrying a breakfast tray with coffee, fruit, and pastries for Violet.  Next to Violet’s coffee cup was a smaller one, filled with apple juice for Iris.  “She wants to be just like you.”  Xaden’s eyes were full of adoration for his wife and little girl, everything he’d ever wanted and never thought he would have.

After breakfast, Xaden and Iris presented Violet with her gifts.  Fancy chocolates, a stunning flower arrangement from Tyrrendor’s best florist, an emerald bracelet that matched her wedding ring, and several books Violet had mentioned wanting to read over the previous few months.  Then, it was time for their big surprise.  

“Come on, Mama!” Iris cried as she toddled down one of Riorson House’s many corridors.  “This way to the surprise!”  Xaden used his shadows to cover Violet’s eyes, leading her by the hand to the library.  Xaden removed his hand from Violet’s and flung open the doors to the library.  “Okay, Violence, you can open your eyes now.”  

Violet squealed with delight.  Xaden and Iris had created a mother-daughter reading nook in the library.  While the usual shelves remained, there was now a smaller, toddler-level shelf filled with some of Iris’ favorite stories.  There was a plush rug, two large stuffed dragons, and a matching set of ruby velvet arm chairs, one adult-sized and one kid-sized.  Violet felt her eyes prick with happy tears once again, overwhelmed by how loved she felt.  “Did you help Daddy make this, sweetheart?” 

Iris nodded.  “She helped pick out the stuffed dragons and the color for the chairs.  She has excellent design skills,” Xaden noted.  “And she picked most of her books.  Dain helped me with some of the others, all those Krovlish fables he tells her that I have no clue about.”  

Violet knelt down next to Iris and pulled her into a hug.  “Thank you, sweetheart.  How would you like me to read to you?”  Iris clapped her hands and pulled a book off her shelf, handing it to her mom to read.  Violet read to Iris until the toddler nodded off, settling Iris in her armchair and draping a blanket over her.  This really was the perfect gift.

That evening, they joined Imogen and Garrick, Dain and Sloane, and Bodhi for family dinner.  As the permanent residents of Riorson House, they made it a point to eat dinner together most nights of the week, often joined by Ridoc, Brennan, or the others who had all settled in Aretia.  Iris sat in her booster seat, flanked on either side by Violet and Dain, Xaden next to Violet at the head of the table.  

Xaden cleared his throat to begin the Mother’s Day tribute to the moms who were no longer with them: Tracila Cardulo, Elin Durran, Callista Mairi, and Josephine Tavis.  Dain didn’t speak of his mother and Violet knew it was not the audience in front of which to discuss Lilith Sorrengail so the focus was kept on those who had died for Tyrrendor.  “Before we eat, let’s raise a glass to our moms.  Traclia, Aunt Elin, Callie, and Josie were wonderful women who loved their children immensely.  They’d be so proud of where we are today.  To them.”  Xaden looked at each person around the table as he said their mother’s name, silently acknowledging the emotions that came with the day.

“To our moms,” they chorused.

“But not Talia,” Garrick quipped.  “Seriously, fuck her.”  Imogen elbowed him.  “Oh, sorry Vi, Iris.  I don’t know a kid-friendly way to edit that.” 

“I’ll drink to that,” Bodhi says, downing his glass of wine.

“I mean, yeah she was an awful mom, but do you all remember the chocolate cake in Hedotis?”  Everyone groaned.

“Chocolate cake?” Iris perked up, hoping it was about to be served, eyes wide as saucers.  

“After dinner, angel,” Xaden told his daughter.  He raised his glass again.  “To Violet, the best mother I know.  Happy Mother’s Day, love.”  Everyone happily raised their glasses, toasting the woman who gave them their sweet niece.  Iris clinked her cup of water with her mom.

As the evening wound down, Xaden reached for the navy blue thread in his mind. Happy Mother’s Day, Sgaeyl.  The reply came instantly.  Thank you, my boy.

[lostpiewrites]

Sounds like U&Me 🩷

Ft : Yukimiya Kenyu from blue lock

a/n : my handsome king yuki... it's his birthday so i wanted to write sth for him. Happy birthday our dear yuki-meow. It has been shorter compared to my other works so i am upset but here we go...(art credits unknown. also i LOVE that pic because i am using the exact same glasses)

Synopsis : when you ship two characters.

You didn't know it would come to this. Your laptop on your bed , snacks all over you , leaning back to the headboard and watching a stupid show. It was supposed to be a stupid anime... Where you would just watch a single episode for fun while eating and never continue again. But here you are , already addicted that you have dedicated your whole day to it. You were supposed to go out and reward yourself with a date with your bf for the weekend , but you invited him to your home instead because you couldn't stop watching.

The male lead was too cute for your heart to handle , same went for the female lead. And them together , with their little adorably awkward teenage love story was what got you hooked on to the show.

About 30 mins later , you heard some key jingling. Then your beloved bf entered your house. Hearing footsteps , also because of being charged by love-electricity from the show you watched , you rushed to the front door and jumped into his arms.

"Yukiiii babee , i missed you."

He had shopping bags in his hand. So when you launched yourself on top of him in a sudden, he didn't have time to hold you because gravity was unforgiving. You guys ended up on the floor with you on top of him , shopping bags flying away somewhere near the entrance. He laughed while sitting up straight and helping you up on your feet.

"Heyy calm down you little monster. You wouldn't want our midnight snack run to spill all over the floor right ?"

After getting up, he went to wash his hands and you took the snacks into your bedroom. Then settled into your bed , continuing the show you left open. After a few moments , he came back to your side , snuggling beside you and wrapping his arms around your waist. With an unimpressed voice , one eyebrow raised and poking your side, he asks :

"So now you have to tell me , is this the thing my date has been replaced with ? Hmm ? What is it anyways ?"

You giggle as it feels ticklish and squirm away from his finger to the side.

"Heyyyyy , i promise you didn't get "replaced". Here you are , still with me. And i am pretty sure we can count it as a date. And besides , i promise the show will be worth it. Listen , so we have a soccer player male lead and a topper student female lead. It's a high school classic but the actors are looking SO DAMN WELL together."

He listens to you while side-eyeing the laptop and judging your whole existence , making you chuckle in the middle of your sentences. But you try your best to convince him. Telling him how you have been watching it all day today , how it got you addicted , how you ship the two characters , how cringily cute the main characters were. And he sits there cuddling with you and listening you yapping about it happily. After a while he can't help the fond smile and adoring gaze ornamenting his handsome face.

"You look too cute when you are excited about sth. You blink rapidly and talk fast like a toddler. And as for that two leads you "love" , sounds like u&me doesn't it ?"

You look at him with a blush on your face , wondering how in the hell did he manage to steal your heart and make your stomach do the flip YET AGAIN. You sink into his arms and click the play button for the show to continue. With him beside you watching your latest show obsession , you feel guilty but of proud of yourself that you canceled your date and invited him to your house instead.

[melodymidway]

Every End Is A New Beginning

Esther Hitchens and Mina Dallimore, the new transfer students from Beauxbatons to Hogwarts, attempt to find a place for themselves in the unknown surroundings. Some people make it easier, and the others much more difficult.

Marie McKay and Phineas Hearst belong to @helenadurazzo

September 1896

The day of her sixteenth birthday greeted her with serene sunlight, its warmth seeping through all the layers of her clothing to her very core. Esther willed herself to consider it a good omen for the new beginnings; and as she made her way to the hidden platform at King's Cross Station, the world around her brimming with wonder and brightness, she felt something like anticipation at last.

Ever since she quit homeschooling and left for France to study as a nine-year-old, then entering Beauxbatons in the age of twelve, bound as she was to be the eldest of her classmates, Esther managed to receive only hurried congratulations from her mother, Hugh and Mira, before departing for a new school year. Per an already established tradition, the presents were given in advance, alongside a small festive dinner in the family circle.

For the last four years, Mina refused to abide by it, as she could and did organize a celebration for Esther on their way to school. As soon as it was determined that they were in no danger of being late, Esther found herself in her friend's firm clutch.

"Happy birthday, Essie!" she chirped, handing over a colourful package that, judging by its form, hid a new book underneath. "Though you're tremendously unlucky to have been born on September 1st, of all days, you deserve all the best!"

It was a phrase she repeated every year without fail. Esther smirked, responding in kind: "It's a shame I couldn't in good conscience ask my dear mother to endure the pains a little longer."

"A little?" The lady in question was indignant upon overhearing their conversation. "I spent the entire night in agony in order to bring you to this world in the wee hours of the morning, and you lot still have objections?"

"None at all, Iola," Mina said innocently. She was allowed to call Esther's mother by her first name since the two of them were little girls, playing on the vast grounds between the mansions of their families. "We wouldn't want Essie to be a year above me either, would we?"

Iola Hitchens didn't answer, for she was no longer attending. Having noticed the steadily approaching fair heads and blue robes of the Ellingtons, Esther instantly understood her train of thought. Though many years had passed since her mother and Walter Ellington established a warm friendship, it never wavered, and they were as glad to see each as ever. Lorna Ellington, though more reserved than her husband, also seemed sincerely pleased with the encounter.

Well-wishes and inquiries were exchanged; the names of some acquaintances Esther heard about for the first time in her life were mentioned. Then, the conversation habitually turned to the youth.

"Little Miranda is what, ten now? Only a year older than my own Hyacinth!" The child hid behind her mother's back shyly at the sound of her name. Esther involuntarily remembered Mira's passionate demands to join them on the platform, and thought that there couldn't be a more dissimilar pair of girls. "How quickly time flies! Our youngest will both soon head to school alongside their siblings. And Esther's friend, of course," Mr. Ellington hurried to add, noticing that Mina had been ignored so far.

"My name is Wilhelmina Dallimore, sir," came her smooth, amiable introduction.

"Mina is a Muggleborn, so her family asked me to assist her in the wizarding matters," her mother explained, and then sighed. "To be honest, I fear the period of adaptation may be rather tough for the girls. While they heard and read much about Hogwarts, it's going to be so different from Beauxbatons," she lowered her voice, "especially under Phineas Nigellus's rule. Therefore, I would be very grateful if Basil and Farrah helped them, at least initially."

"It will be my pleasure, Mrs. Hitchens!" Farrah Ellington replied enthusiastically while her brother nodded solemnly. Both were already dressed in the school uniform, adorned with the blue and bronze of the Ravenclaw House, sporting identical 'P' badges.

Farrah was the same age as Esther, and Basil a year older, yet despite the occasional visits between their families, she never grew particularly close to either of them. Farrah's personality boasted of an almost overwhelming extraversion that Esther found difficult to keep up with; Basil, though calm and guarded like herself, wasn't interested in acquiring another confidant.

Regardless, she put a polite smile on her face. "Mina and I look forward to going to school with you."

The Hogwarts Express let out a puff of smoke, warning them about the imminent departure. Esther's mother hugged Mina first, ruffling her red locks affectionately, and then repeated the procedure with her.

"Try not to get sorted into Slytherin," she whispered in Esther's ear. "There are adequate people among the snakes, but not enough to test your luck."

Esther nodded soundlessly, giving her mother one last kiss before turning her back to the platform and facing the train. Her future, fortunately or not.

An intense pang of nostalgia pierced her heart at the reminder that the doors of Beauxbatons were now closed to her, and the apprenticeship in Potions and Alchemy that she had worked so hard to get and keep would belong to someone else. Even with all the struggles and sneaky individuals that the crowded and highly demanding academy made her face, even though she was bitter about being tossed out so, she knew she had much to thank it for. Esther would miss the light blue silk of her uniform, and the characteristic Beauxbatons roses in the courtyard, and the music classes, and Nicolas Flamel's occasional lectures most of all.

"Hurry up, Essie! It wouldn't look good on us to be late on our very first day."

Though ever the more energetic of their duo, Mina also had a slightly faraway look in her eyes. Esther thought about Lander Braydel, the boyfriend her friend had left in Beauxbatons with the promise of writing regularly, and wondered how long such a relationship would endure the distance. She then remembered Bernadette, and Carmen, and even Odile Perrot with all her competitiveness and cold-blooded brilliance...

Esther took a deep breath and stepped inside. There was nothing rational in crying over spilled milk, especially when she had yet to build a new life for herself. Mina followed Basil and Farrah briskly, and Esther forced herself to borrow a bit of her strength, relaxing her face expression into something friendlier.

"There should be plenty of space in my compartment, especially since I will have to leave you to take care of my Prefect duties," Farrah said brightly. "Naturally, you won't be alone there, as I will introduce you to my friends. You shall like each other immensely-"

"Don't go too fast, sister," Basil intervened softly. "Remember that Esther and Wilhelmina may want some time to themselves."

Farrah deflated a bit until Mina reassured her that they would be happy to accept her invitation. As much as Esther appreciated Basil's comment, for it was accurate for herself at least, she had to admit that making acquaintances was a good first step to integrating into the reality of Hogwarts.

On their way, they were intercepted by a black-haired girl in a dark red robe. She seemed to be a close friend of the Ellingtons, for their manner of greeting was explicitly warm, and Basil's face in particular lit up in an entirely new way.

"Why are you not in your uniform yet, Georgiana?" Farrah inquired. "The Prefects are expected in the first wagon as soon as the train departs."

The girl named Georgiana raised her eyebrows. "Well, it doesn't concern me in the slightest. Mabel was chosen as the Gryffindor Prefect, after all."

"No way," Basil sounded surprised. "I thought you passed Professor Weasley's tasks with flying colours?"

"I'm sure there's no shame in losing to Mabel," Farrah said quickly when Georgiana's eyes narrowed in obvious irritation. "She's great at communication and planning events."

"Whatever." At last, Georgiana turned her attention to Esther and Mina, and her frown receded a bit. "I did hear a rumour about transfer students, and it seems to be true. Welcome to Hogwarts! I'm Georgiana Wotton. You're going to be in the fifth year, right?" They nodded and introduced themselves. "Then maybe I'll see you in the Gryffindor dormitory this evening. We had a transfer from Uagadou last year, and she's a proud lion now. Best of luck to both of you!"

"Won't you join me and the girls?" Farrah inquired when Georgiana made a move to retreat. "I saved us a compartment nearby."

Georgiana only shook her head. "I'm afraid I really need to find Hamish. We have an important issue to discuss."

"Well, that's a lot of names," Mina whispered once both Georgiana and Basil left, the latter wanting to be precisely on time for the Prefect meeting and urging his sister to do the same.

"And there will be many more," Esther sighed. The train set off abruptly, but she steadied herself with the relative ease of someone who had enough experience with Portkeys for a lifetime.

Their compartment was rather cozy-looking, but small enough for Esther to wonder where Georgiana and her luggage would have fit, had she agreed to accompany them. Thankfully, it contained only two people, Amit Thakkar and Marie McKay, as the introductions supplied.

"You have a beautiful name," the former said a little bashfully as they shook hands. "It literally means 'star' in Persian."

"Amit is very fond of Astronomy," Farrah explained with such obvious warmth that the boy's ears reddened.

Esther smiled, determined to be engaging. "My mother does have a penchant for star names. My younger sister is Miranda, for instance."

Amit nodded. "The moon of Uranus. It reminds me of the Black family a bit, to be honest. They also have a fascinating tradition to give their children astronomical names. You must have heard about them when you transferred since our Headmaster is a Black."

Though she felt both Mina's and Farrah's eyes on herself, Esther didn't even blink. She knew the general ignorance of her relations wouldn't last, but she was still a little relieved by it.

"Actually, we conducted the procedure with the help of the Deputy Headmistress. However, I have heard much about the Headmaster Black." Largely her mother's biting mockery of his intellectual abilities, but they didn't have to know about it.

Farrah, the only one who was still standing in the doorframe, turned her head at the sound of a distinctly annoyed voice. "It's Andrew, so I really need to get going. Hopefully, it won't take too long. Have fun!"

Mina, whose curiosity and excitement were rapidly overpowering momentary melancholy, prompted: "The Prefect title seems to be important at Hogwarts."

"It's a position of honour with privileges, but also additional responsibilities," Marie McKay said eagerly. "Prefects are appointed on the fifth year, which is why so many conversations gravitate towards this topic among us now. Does Beauxbatons have anything of the sort?"

"Not precisely, but I believe apprenticeships come close. The best students in various disciplines get a more intense training alongside certain advantages." The corners of Mina's mouth rose. "Actually, Esther should know more about it. She was an apprentice herself."

"Mina is too modest," Esther rebuffed smoothly. "A position in the Beauxbatons Quidditch team has about the same perks, and is as hard to achieve. Yet, she managed it."

Her friend waved her off, unsuccessfully trying to hide her pleasure at the praise. "The Hogwarts Houses all have their own teams, right?"

"Yes, and they take the rivalry way too seriously sometimes. The competition between the House in general can be pretty rough." Amit must have noticed the lack of sincere understanding, for he asked: "Does Beauxbatons have no Houses?"

"No," Marie answered before Esther or Mina could. "My mother studied there, and she told me and my brother some stories. I think students are just separated into different wings according to their gender?"

"Indeed!" Mina grinned. "They're also usually divided into smaller groups for classes. Many disciplines have several professors teaching them due to an overflow of students. That is the very reason Essie and I were sent back to England, after all."

"To be honest, I was a bit surprised by your English-sounding names," Marie looked rather timid. "If you come from here originally, why didn't you go to Hogwarts from the start?"

Esther was unpleasantly transported back into the aftermath of her father's murder, when her mother's first impulse was to send her away. "I'm a Half-Blood, and Mina is a Muggleborn. The Headmaster isn't known as a tolerant wizard."

"He isn't," Amit agreed uneasily. "Marie and I are Purebloods, so we definitely don't see the full extent of his prejudice, but he did remove Muggle Studies from the curriculum."

"And he treats Houses that aren't Slytherin as lesser, which we do feel as Ravenclaws," Marie added. "For example, the positions like Head Boy and Head Girl are almost always occupied by Slytherins. There was a Ravenclaw Head Girl when we were first-years, but I don't know how she managed it. My brother and his fiancée, a Ravenclaw and a Gryffindor respectively, did their best but were overlooked in the end."

"And I also heard he gives his children titles even if they did nothing to deserve them," Amit lowered his voice. "I can't really judge if Phineas Black is fit to lead the Quidditch team, I'm not an expert in flying. However, Basil once mentioned that he had a mutual Prefect assignment with Sirius Black last year. He said Sirius was the most irresponsible and frivolous person he ever had the displeasure of working with."

"They sound lovely," Esther commented wryly. Those people were her uncle and cousins, by blood if not by anything else. And what she was hearing aligned completely with her mother's predictions.

"Oh, we don't want to dampen your enthusiasm," Marie assured hurriedly. "Like everything, Hogwarts has its positive and negative sides."

"Nobody said there are no prejudiced professors or students at Beauxbatons. Or the ones who resort to ugly measures, for that matter," Esther shrugged. The main difference was that those at Hogwarts were likely to hold a personal grudge against her mother that had every chance to transfer to herself. "In my opinion, it's a very efficient school with an absolutely deserved high reputation. Still, there are problems and much pressure lurking underneath."

"Pressure, indeed! The amount of subjects is enormous. There aren't nearly enough hours in a day to deal with everything," Mina rolled her eyes. "I mean, there are some great ones, like Flying, or Arts, or Herbology, maybe Enchantments, but the rest are wild. The languages alone! Latin is an obligatory discipline, and students are encouraged - almost forced - to take up at least one more language. Not to mention the classes of French for foreigners."

"Mina has a rather difficult time with languages," Esther said, trying not to smile, "but don't take her outrage too seriously. She was extremely fond of Beauxbatons."

"I did like Spanish, and I speak it better than you do, Essie!" her friend huffed. Still, she didn't object to the second part of Esther's comment.

"My French cousin sometimes sounds rather stressed in her letters," Marie admitted thoughtfully, "but she also says she would never for the life of her exchange Beauxbatons for Hogwarts since we only have 'a meager Frog Choir' in terms of musical activities. Actually, you may know her: does Jolene Beaufort ring any bells?"

"We had some mutual classes, singing included," Esther informed, not without a certain delight in the unexpected connection. Jolene was an acquaintance, not truly a friend, but nonetheless it was pleasant to have a fellow connoisseur of music in her social circle. "Before that, I went to the same elementary school with her."

"The world truly is small, it seems," Marie beamed.

The trolley of sweets arrived soon, and Esther purchased a stack of Cauldron Cakes for everyone to share in honour of her birthday. As soon as they found out, Amit and Marie congratulated her warmly, and Mina went to retrieve something from her suitcase with a sly look on her face. It turned out to be nothing short of a big bottle of Butterbeer.

"Where did you even get it?" Esther inquired with amused surprise.

"On the Diagon Alley, of course! Alongside all the robes and books." Mina miracled four cups and poured the beverage there with several movements of her wand. "We can't leave you without a little fiesta."

"Perhaps you meant fête," Esther suggested and Mina giggled.

"Alright, you can call it whatever you want on your special day."

Esther let herself relax fully in spite of the company of people she barely knew. Though their transferring wasn't without complications, and her personal preference for stability left her feeling out of depth amid the changes, it was much easier with Mina around. She didn't have the privilege of familiar faces when she first travelled to France, miserable and disoriented, away from the only home she ever knew and feeling like her mother abandoned her among the people who would sooner belittle her for having a Muggle for a father than offer compassion for his death.

The conversation turned to history, first of Beauxbatons and Hogwarts, then of more general events. Though Esther's first impression of both Amit and Marie was the one of shy, rather quiet individuals, it soon became clear that their mutual favourite subject did wonders for their disposition. It was quite pleasant to listen to their thoughts, not to mention very useful. After all, the schools of different countries had vastly different curriculums in terms of history; though she and Mina read extensively during the summer, it was difficult to work through four years worth of material.

Outside the window, the plains smoothly turned into hills. At some point, Farrah resumed her place among them, partaking in the improvised party and gladly contributing to any discussion. As their destination drew near, she instructed them to change into their uniform.

"Everyone is supposed to be dressed this way for the feast," she explained. "And it's particularly important for the two of you! Your robes will change once you're sorted."

"Good luck with the Sorting Ceremony, by the way," Amit said encouragingly once the train came to a halt.

"Do we go separately from now on?" Mina asked.

"I suppose you will join the first-years on the boats. This is how new students arrive at the school. The rest of us use carriages," Farrah informed helpfully. "There will be a bit of a commotion on the platform, but you need to search for one of the professors. They will make themselves known by calling out for the first-years. There's a different professor on this duty each year, so I can't help you with any descriptions." She spread her arms in regret.

"You did more than enough, Farrah. Thank you for your assistance," Esther smiled sincerely.

Many hours were spent on the ride, so the sun had already begun to set, and a slight haze of twilight descended upon the roofs of what was likely the village of Hogsmeade, though Esther couldn't see it very well from this perspective.

"I wonder why they didn't come up with a faster way of transportation," she commented.

Beside her, Mina shrugged. "To stimulate communication? We likely wouldn't have talked this much to Amit, Marie and Farrah without having to share one compartment."

"That does make a certain amount of sense," Esther murmured, finally spotting a tall, stern-looking man, surrounded by a growing crowd of children. "Here we go, I think."

Indeed, when the man's eyes fell on the two of them, he immediately inquired: "Transfer students?"

Up close, Esther could see a scar that went through the left side of his face.

"Yes, sir. Are we to follow you?"

He nodded sharply and addressed the youth: "We will cross the Black Lake in order to reach the school. I strongly recommend you not to do anything that could lead to a fall. Though Merlin knows," he muttered much more quietly, "that no year passes without at least one incident."

The boats looked spacious enough to accommodate four first-years and two fifth-years each and were equipped with lanterns, shining brightly in the approaching dimness. As it soon turned out, they moved without the aid of paddles, so Esther and Mina were left with a perfect opportunity to examine the place they would spend the next three years in.

And there was much to examine and admire, for the Hogwarts castle, bathed in the last rays of sun, was breathtaking. It had no opulence or finesse of Beauxbatons, instead boasting of a somber, imposing beauty, different from what Esther was used to but enchanting nonetheless. If possible, it emitted wild, intense magic that she could almost feel on the tips of her fingers as she immersed them in the cold water of the lake. Mina, her chin tilted high and her mouth slightly opened, let out an impressed sigh.

The charm was broken, naturally, by a shout and a loud splash. A boy from the neighbouring boat fell off, and his chaotic attempts to swim brought him closer to Esther and Mina's vessel than his own.

"Come here, everything is fine," Esther tried to soothe him as he climbed on board with their help, shivering.

The professor waved his wand from his solitary front boat without as much as rolling his eyes, drying the boy in an instant.

"T-thank you," he hiccuped and huddled up to them for the rest of their short journey.

As their small group arrived at the shore and passed through the main entrance, they were greeted by two more professors. The lady was likely the Deputy Headmistress Weasley whom Esther had corresponded with, if the famed red hair of this family was anything to go by, but the man standing by her side made Esther's relative ease melt away. She knew those steely grey eyes too well; the very same ones looked upon the world from her own face. She knew that pitch black hair, generously diluted with silvery strands, and that proud stance that all the Blacks seemed to acquire at birth. The family resemblance between him and her mother was truly incredible.

The professor who accompanied them rose his eyebrows in what looked like amazement, his eyes drifting briefly to the Headmaster. The lady gave him a tiny smirk.

"Professor Black has come to meet the transfer students."

"I still don't see the purpose," the latter huffed, oblivious to the nonverbal communication of his colleagues. "If they don't belong to nobility- Why, Matilda, is that girl a relative of yours?" He gestured at Mina, whose freckled face was distinctly illuminated by the torches.

"This is Miss Dallimore, sir," Professor Weasley announced with a peculiar expression on her face, pretending as though she didn't hear him. The following pause rang loudly in Esther's ears. "And that is Miss Hitchens."

She hardened her face into stoney neutrality.

"That surname sounds fami- What?!" he barked as soon as understanding dawned on him. Esther could almost physically feel the rapid increase of his contempt when he scrutinised her from head to toe. There was no mistaking her for a namesake; she took after her maternal family way too much for that. "Matilda, how am I supposed to understand it? Such unworthy individuals in the school! Will we really sink that low? Are Mudbloods not enough?" Professor Weasley's lips formed a thin line while the unnamed professor's brows rose even higher. The Headmaster looked down at Esther, and Mina stiffened beside her. "One wrong step, girl," he seethed, "a single step, and I will personally throw you out of Hogwarts. Mark my words."

Three years of treading upon hot coals. Marvellous.

"Of course, sir," she said and mentally winced from her own freezing tone.

Thankfully, the Headmaster turned around and left immediately afterwards.

"Well, thank you for bringing our new students here, Aesop," Professor Weasley spoke as lightly as she could in an obvious attempt to diminish the tension. "I will now instruct them in terms of the Sorting Ceremony."

While her little lecture was very general and provided no new information, it was a refreshing change. Esther wished Mina would stop looking at her with concern, though. The confrontation was unpleasant, but predictable. Her mother's assessment of him and the entire House of Black, the one she had chosen to leave behind many years ago, was accurate.

Haughty. Pompous. Cruel.

Only the sight of the Great Hall managed to break her out of her musings. It was smaller than the one in Beauxbatons, and this fact made it a bit more snuggly, in her opinion. Over the four House banners, an enchanted ceiling displayed a cloudless night sky, numerous constellations and a bright, domineering moon clearly visible from every corner.

Their group walked through a wide passage between the tables of Slytherin and Ravenclaw, straight to the perpendicular table of the professors. Professor Weasley picked up an ancient-looking hat.

"When I call your name, you sit on this stool. I will put the Sorting Hat on your head," she explained briefly. "Let us begin! Black, Arcturus."

And wasn't it a charming start? Esther snorted when a surprisingly blond boy, likely his mother's son more than his father's, was sorted into Slytherin upon spending mere seconds on the stool. The Headmaster now looked considerably less out of temper.

"Bletchley, Barron."

The boy who had previously fallen into the lake stepped forward and received the exact same result. Esther soon lost interest in the children, instead studying the professors.

She easily spotted the one she and Mina had met on the platform, conversing discreetly with a young witch in a flowery hat on the one side and a grey-bearded man in a purplish blue robe on the other. They were seated on the right side of the table, alongside a proud-looking man who was whispering incessantly into the Headmaster's ear. Two chairs on Professor Black's other side were empty, one of them likely waiting for the Deputy Headmistress.

As soon as the first-years dissipated, now seated at four different tables, Professor Weasley cleared her throat. "The Sorting Ceremony is yet uncompleted, as this year we are honoured to welcome two transfer students from Beauxbatons," she announced. "They will join the fifth year. I hope their new classmates treat them amicably and offer their assistance in the school matters." Her eyes went back to the parchment of names in her hand. "Dallimore, Wilhelmina."

Esther squeezed her friend's palm briefly, receiving a smile in return. Mina walked to the stool confidently, and in a second, her head was covered by the magical cloth. Though her lips moved, Esther couldn't make out the words: the Sorting Hat definitely had a built-in spell that made conversations private. It took only a few phrases between them for the thunderous verdict to reach every corner of the Great Hall: "GRYFFINDOR!"

The students under the red and gold banner clapped enthusiastically; Georgiana Wotton, Esther noticed, immediately waved at Mina, inviting her to sit together. It was reassuring that her friend already had a familiar face among her housemates. Catching her gaze, Mina winked in encouragement. Esther straightened her already straight back, a habit instilled by the many etiquette classes she had to attend.

"Hitchens, Esther."

Before she was seated, she risked another glance at the professors' table. Not unexpectedly, all the force of the Headmaster's glare was directed at her. Esther took a calming breath as the Sorting Hat was lowered on her head.

All at once, she heard a voice that seemed to sound from inside her mind. "What a glorious day!" it exclaimed. "Two names in the Book of Admittance that I expected to hear four years ago! It's good to meet you at last, Miss Hitchens. I remember your mother: her fiery spirit almost made her a Gryffindor."

"Would you consider Gryffindor for me as well?" Esther asked hopefully, thinking about Mina.

To her disappointment, the Sorting Hat huffed. "Absolutely not. You're by no means risky or guided by emotions, and those are important requisites for the lions."

"I would be happy with Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, either." More with the former than with the latter, as it was where most of her Hogwarts acquaintances resided.

"But not with Slytherin?" the Hat inquired slyly.

Esther sighed. "I have no desire to reside among people who will scorn me for my blood status."

"Alas, no House can truly protect you from prejudice." The voice in her head quietened for a moment before reappearing. "Ravenclaw would satisfy your eager mind, and Hufflepuff could develop your empathy further."

"I sense a 'but' coming," Esther remarked dryly.

"Your ambition and determination suit Slytherin perfectly," the Hat admitted, much to her dismay. "Though you're wary, and not without good reason, it can grant you plentiful opportunities. Especially if we consider less obvious factors at play."

"Your words are a bit too vague for me to take at face value," Esther rebuffed, suddenly aware that her sorting must have already exceeded the standard length of time. From what she noticed, the majority of students had their House decided within mere moments.

"There will be difficulties," the Hat continued, ignoring her comment, "but do you not want to make the most out of your situation? I can safely promise that your status as a Slytherin will be of great help in this regard."

For a sole moment, a spark of hesitation lit up inside her. It was more than enough for the Sorting Hat. "You will have to trust my discernment, Miss Hitchens. SLYTHERIN!"

The table of the snakes was located right near the Gryffindor one, yet their applause seemed quieter and more restrained to Esther's ears. Why did she let herself be persuaded to accept a path of more unease? Did she not have enough trouble with the appreciators of pure blood by the likes of Renard Tremblay at Beauxbatons? Emanating poise and calmness she didn't feel, Esther made her first steps towards her new House. Behind her, a chair creaked as the Headmaster stood up all of a sudden, scowling heavily.

"It must be a mistake! There can be no Half-Blood in Slytherin!"

Did he really try to intervene in the sorting, in front of the entire school no less? Esther clasped her hands together, meeting his eyes in what she hoped was not a defiant manner. Though she already regretted her placement, she couldn't allow herself to look cowed.

"There already is a Half-Blood in Slytherin, sir," Esther said coolly, "for I do not believe it feasible to overrule the decision of an almost millennia old artifact, enchanted by Godric Gryffindor himself. There is no documented precedent throughout the history, I recall."

As though proving her point, the collar of her previously plain black robe turned green, and a tiny snake curled on her chest, forming an intricate "S". The Headmaster was rapidly turning quite red.

"Then such a precedent will be created today!" Even the Sorting Hat, already dozing off in Professor Weasley's hands, was startled by the vehemence in his tone. "Place it back on her head, Matilda."

"My verdict won't change even if Miss Hitchens and I sit chattering here for the rest of the evening," the Hat declared, not without irritation. "She belongs precisely where I sorted her, and that's my last word on the matter! I didn't serve this school for hundreds of years to be treated with such blatant disrespect!"

Esther wasn't sure whether to laugh at the absurdity of her circumstances or to be intimidated by the degree of the Headmaster's disdain.

"I suppose it's settled," she said instead, keeping her composure. "By your leave, sir, I shall take my seat now."

She inclined her head in a gesture that she hoped would convey more deference than she really felt, and headed to her new classmates. The whispers around her were amplifying with an almost alarming speed.

A girl with short dark hair moved, obviously making room for Esther. She looked friendly enough, and Esther noticed no questionable maneuvers that could mean a trap, so she landed on the bench with both caution and a bit of much-needed relief.

"Welcome to Slytherin! My name is Violet McDowell. I'm a Prefect, so you can come to me if you have any questions or problems." A slight smile on her face dimmed a bit as she muttered: "And to Phineas, I suppose, but he's Merlin knows where."

Phineas? Was the Headmaster's son in her year and House by a very happy coincidence? Esther gave Violet an absent smile, looking around discreetly. Judging by the looks she was receiving, she had just turned from a vaguely interesting novelty to the celebrity of the day.

The Headmaster recovered from the fiasco swiftly and, though still visibly disgruntled, began a speech in honour of the beginning of a new school year. Many students, Esther noted, didn't bother to listen.

"It really is a shame Phineas missed such a show, though knowing him, he is currently having his own one," the boy in front of her snickered. His face was freckled, and his brown hair a little disheveled.

"I'm glad to have entertained you so." Light sarcasm seeped into her words effortlessly. It really was a long day, especially for her birthday.

The boy didn't look offended in the slightest, smirking amusedly. However, his neighbour rolled his pale grey eyes. "Not everything is a joke, Sebastian."

"And who is joking? I, for instance, am very serious in my desire to greet Esther in our House." He bowed as far as the table let him, which looked rather comical. "I'm Sebastian Sallow. The grumpy one is Ominis Gaunt." Esther bit her lip, remembering that her mother had warned her about the Gaunts in particular while explaining the hierarchy of the British Pureblood families. "Now, the girl on my left is-"

"I'm perfectly capable of introducing myself, Sallow," she interrupted him sharply. "Imelda Reyes. You might have heard my surname, as many of my family members are renowned Quidditch players."

"Actually, I had a roommate named Carmen Reyes in Beauxbatons. Is she a relation of yours?"

"She may be. My grandparents are Spanish, but I don't keep track of all my cousins," Imelda shrugged indifferently.

The other two Slytherin girls in her year were, as Esther soon found out, Nerida Roberts and Grace Pinch-Smedley.

"I'm certain you will love the Slytherin common room," the former said surprisingly pleasantly, given that the Headmaster had announced her blood status for everyone to hear. "It's located under the surface of the Black Lake, so you can observe mermaids right from the window!"

"The most Beauxbatons had in terms of water bodies is a fountain, so I can't wait to examine the lake more thoroughly than I did on the boat ride," Esther said genuinely.

Nerida smiled, stretching her hand out to shake Esther's, but her smile wilted a bit when Imelda said: "Nerida can definitely show you the Black Lake, given how she tumbled into it as a first-year. And without being able to swim! That was quite a spectacle."

The Headmaster was finished at last, and huge tablecloths rolled out of nowhere, covering all five tables. Dishes and cutlery followed suit, and in the end, there was a lot of marvellously smelling food.

"You know," Grace started quietly from beside her as they dined, "the Headmaster was wrong about Half-Bloods in Slytherin. Far from everyone here has an impeccable bloodline. I know I don't."

Esther supposed her manner retained a certain defensiveness that motivated Grace to offer reassurance. She was about to thank her when a different, cocky voice interrupted them: "Oh, yes, Slytherin is far from what it once was. We have the misfortune of housing plenty of pathetic upstarts these days." His eyes measured Esther with something akin to disgust. "And here is another example of that. Dirty Muggle blood spoiling a noble Black heritage."

There he was, the source of her future problems. Finally. She knew the Slytherin table couldn't be this peaceful.

Grace flinched visibly, and the boy sitting beside her winced, his startlingly purple eyes fixed on Esther.

She only raised her eyebrows. "And what immeasurably high lord do I have the pleasure of talking to?"

"Cantankerus Nott. You should memorize this name very well, Hitchens, and treat it with all the respect an old Pureblood line deserves."

"Don't you have something else to recommend you? I'm certain you must have accomplishments other than being born."

Sebastian, who was in the process of taking a gulp of water, started coughing and chuckling simultaneously. It didn't look like Nott was well-liked among his classmates, Esther thought with a certain measure of contentment. Even Ominis Gaunt's mouth quirked in the semblance of a smile.

Nott blushed and opened his mouth for a retort when a quick figure of an unfamiliar student brushed past him, squeezing himself into a spot between Sebastian and the purple-eyed boy.

"What in Merlin's name did you do this time, Phineas?" the latter whispered, but the angry tone made it easy to overhear him. "How could you miss the train! You're a Prefect, you should start acting like it."

"Wait, you're Phineas?" Esther couldn't help interrupting, gazing at the boy. "But I thought-"

"He's not Phineas." The purple-eyed boy shook his head.

"What in Merlin's name are you going on about?" the newly-arrived student inquired, confused.

"She thinks you're Phineas Black, which you're not last time I checked," the purple-eyed boy turned to her again, "but in all honesty, Phineas Black isn't that bad, I've roomed with him since we were first-years, after all."

Esther wasn't sure what to answer, so she kept silent.

"When I get to Phineas, I will give him a dressing-down he deserves," Violet muttered darkly, "but at least you can meet the second Slytherin Prefect of our year, Esther. Phineas Hearst, the epitome of responsibility and punctuality!"

The receiver of such high praise was too busy talking to Sebastian to be flattered. Esther felt comforted, if only a tiny bit.

Her life at Hogwarts promised many difficulties, and she wondered if the bargain was fair. In the end, there was only one way to find out.

[the-morningstar-family]

Does Willa have a will?

Alastor, Lucifer and Doctor Chaim sit in a room, after he looked over Willa once again. The air is tense, because they know what is coming.

Dr. Chaim: “As you can imagine; I have quite sad news”

The king takes Alastor's hand, who squeezes it.

Lucifer: “We're ready.”

Dr. Chaim: “I am sorry to say that Willa's condition is deteriorating more every day. And while I cannot say with a hundred percent certainty… I do not think that she will live beyond the end of the week.”

Alastor's ears droop, face relaxing with an acceptance of woe, looking sorely disappointed by the universe. While Lucifer looks at the Doctor with pleading wet puppy dog eyes, as if he decided it and isn't just notifying them.

Dr. Chaim: “When Willa had still been able to talk, she asked me to hold on to this, until she is close to death.”

He slides a small paper stack over.

It is a will. Between the official papers that have been filled out there is also text, handwritten by her. The king's small hand hold them with care, despite the shakiness. Alastor has long since buried his head in the blind head, peeking over just enough to read the contents as well.

The Will:

“Dear Friends and Family,

It is a strange feeling to be writing about one's own death. Especially when being aware of how soon that Future will arrive. I am keenly aware of the many Birthdays I will not attend, of the Sinmas celebrations that I won't be part of, how many New Years Eve's will come by without me.

I have been rather fortunate in life, though. I had a wonderful mother, who had been nurturing and loving despite never receiving the same in her childhood. I am lucky enough to have a wonderful son. Bright and curious despite the challenges he has faced since the day he was born. And I am most grateful for the bonds I have been able to make with the residents of the Hazbin Hotel.

Not only have you extended incredible kindness to my son but to me as well. And the second you knew of my condition, you took care of us both. Please allow me to thank you from the bottom of my heart. I am afraid there are no words that will ever be enough to articulate these feelings. The ones of love and care despite the difficulties increasing every single day. For every time I fell, and you to pick me up, for every time you wiped my drool, when my body would not let me, I want to express my deepest gratitude. I wish, for all of our sakes, that I could be staying longer. But it won't be possible. And for that my heart aches, and I am so fortunate, to have people who's heart have ached with me, and will continue to do so.

I feel a little selfish asking for more. However, there are a few things I would like to address, before I am unable to.

Again, I am fortunate, that you already treat Felix like your own. I am so very glad to know, that my dearest boy will be safe and sound. What I want to ask you is, to not stop. To treat all of your children to the best of your ability. There is no shame in imperfections, but please, treat them with the care they deserve.

For my funeral I don't have many requests. A small goodbye for all of us is more than enough. I would like to ask you to make sure that everyone can have their goodbyes how they need to have them. Anything beyond that is of little importance.

Thank you, for all you have done. I could not have wished for better company.

And to Felix:

My dear lovely boy. When I first held you, I was completely overwhelmed and so incredibly happy. That is why I named you Felix, because I felt incredibly lucky to have you.

And I am so sorry to leave you. I love you with all my heart. I already miss you, yet you are still in my arms every day.

I wish I could see you grow up. See the person you will become in ten, twenty, thirty years. But I will not even make to next year.

But know, that I love you. And that you are loved, when I am gone. Remember, that to me, you will always be my most wonderful child.

I love you.

Goodbye.”

[ofmdrecaps]

10/20-22/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Happy very Belated Birthday Rachel House! David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Con O'Neill; Samba Schutte; Vico Ortiz; Kristian Nairn; Nathan Foad; Boris McGiver; Tiny Boats Raffle! Articles; Fan Spotlight; amuseoffyre; Love Notes!

== Happy Birthday Rachel House! ==

Oct 20 was our dear Mary Reed's Birthday! She's been a staple in so many Aotearoa films and TV, and we hope to keep getting to see all her fantastic work for many more years!

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== David Jenkins ==

Chaos Dad has confirmed that the "summer teeth" was Alyssa Lane and Alex Sherman's doing!

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And some love for this OFMD pumpkin!!!

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== Rhys Darby ==

Okay so this is really for Rhys AND Taika, and Jemaine-- but Guess what? It's been 10 years since WWDITS 2014 came out! In celebration there's a a limited edition bluray out! I'm still waiting to hear back whether or not it's region free.. because it's got some cool stuff!

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I didn't see him in the trailer, but it's also been announced that Rhys will be joining Ke Huy Quan and Sean Astin in the new movie Love Hurts coming to theatres on Feb 7, 2025!

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== Taika Waititi ==

Taika was out in Tokyo with Rita for her concert! We got some silly behind the scenes shots of him and Bret from Flight of the Conchords!

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Also -- more news for Taika -- he helped to Executive Produce all 10 episodes, but also directed one of the episodes! It premieres on Nov 19 on Hulu!

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Source: Taika's Instagram And in case you haven't seen enough of Taika -- he's out taking selfies with fans!

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== Con O'Neill ==

For those of you who still have access to Max-- Our Izzy Hands, Con O'Neill showed up episode 5 of The Penquin as Gotham's Chief of Police!

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== Samba Schutte ==

Samba's been so busy with interviews about Advanced Chemistry! First up is Beyond the Glam!

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Next up is Watch or Pass with Samba and the writer Alec Moore!

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Not an interview-- but Samba did a voting short that he shared on his Instagram as well!

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== Vico Ortiz ==

Did any of yall join Vico for Drag Your King this Saturday? I wasn't able to make it but looking forward to the video once it's available! You may already know this-- but Vico has been doing A LOT of voice work lately. They've narrated Metal From Heaven (August Clarke) which you can check out here! They are also the narrator for The Stars Too Fondly!

Are you in LA on October 25th? Hit up the LA Femme Int'l Film Festival where you can see Vico's film Lesbophilia! Get tickets here!

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== Kristian Nairn ==

Kristian was digging through some old stuff and found these awesome Wonder Woman Bracelets <3

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Reminder UK Crew! Kristian and Nathan will be at MCM Comic Con in London Oct 25 - 27!

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== Boris McGiver ==

Another trailer for Father Bonnet's new show Teacup! Warning-- it's creepy AND bloody! Just in time for Halloween!

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== Tiny Boats Raffle ==

Okay so I'm MANY days late on this one-- the Tiny Boats Charity Raffle is up! They've announced all their charities! Wanna learn more on how you can win one of Auntie's tiny boats? Visit their Linktr.ee! Or @ofmd-buys-boats on tumblr! It's super cool that all the charities were chosen by the cast! Here's the Entry Form: TinyCrewBigRaffle Entry Form and Entry Guide!

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== Fan Spotlight ==

= A Muse of Fyre =

Back again with a new muppet is @amuseoffyre! I can't tell you how damn impressive this Ned Low is! He's practically sinister!

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== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies. It's been a long beginning of the week for me.. as you can see I'm several days late again.

I just wanted to send a quick reminder that I badly needed this week.. and that is that we are not defined by our low points.

Sometimes things are not gonna go our way, no matter how much we plan, or try to make them do it, and sometimes we just gotta let the tide take us in a direction until it calms the hell down. When it finally does, you're gonna still be the same kind, and wonderful person you've always been-- maybe with some new outlooks or experiences, or even some new lessons learned. We're never the same person we were the day before, but we can still hold onto the things that make us us. Your kindness, your love, your laughter, and your tears... and so much more. Hard times don't define us lovelies, we define us. I hope this week goes in an upward direction for you, and the tides calm down a bit. Please know, even when I'm not around I'm always thinking of you. Take care <3

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[stars-of-kyber]

You Used To Live in My Head (Now I Carry You In My Heart) - Chapter 35

King Edmund's Birthday Gala - Part 2 - Drama Unleashed

And we're back after this very insane couple of weeks where @harnitbee and I barely had any space to breathe. Crazy, crazy week. Forgive the delay and enjoy the long, long chapter.

For this week's Tumblr special, we have our dear Ravi declare his love for his man out in the open!

Also, Herreramk asked us to show the inspo to Kate's dress on their last chapter's comment, so here

Much love to all of you who are sticking with us through this mess that was 1 year old on the 11th! Happy Birthday, Text Fic! We love you!

Cee and Anita

[mirroringdust]

For @hellghoulweek

"Who's that?" she asked her maid, who was sitting next to her on the wooden stand that overlooked the tournament grounds.

"Oh, that..." her maid paused for a moment, almost hesitant, and looked up at her. "That's the Black Knight."

"The black night?" Lady Galadriel turned her head towards her, as if she could hear better that way, "I can see that he wears black armour, but who is he... where is he from, where are his lands?"

"My lady," Mirdania said, stuttering, "that's all I know... I think that's all anyone knows. He's just the Black Knight."

"Is he?" Galadriel raised her eyebrows and turned her head back to the tournament. She would have to ask the king later how he could allow someone who did not reveal his true identity to take part in such a joyous occasion. It was her birthday, after all. But before she could think about it, or even anticipate it, her eyes remained on him for a while longer. The armour made it almost impossible to recognise any of his features, but his demeanour was enough to make the people around him cheer whenever he mounted his horse, and his habit of always winning did the rest to give him a lasting impression. Galadriel felt a slight smile escape her lips, for she did understand it, in a way. His stature seemed to tower over the others by just a little, but enough to make him stand out, and his dark armour made him seem even more striking.

For a moment she thought he was looking at her. She quickly looked away but immediately returned her gaze towards him as soon as he left the tournament place. She followed every step of his tall, sheltered figure flashed between the colourful tents, clinging to the sight, unable to look away from the shadows until they grew longer, for the sun slowly began to set. It was like a blemish on an otherwise unspoiled, solemn scene. A disturbance, yes, but also a pull, like a dark cave drawing her in. What was it that kept her eyes to his movements? There was a mystery that dared to be discovered, something like a secret hidden underneath the all embracing mask.

Yet after the tournament, she occupied herself with other things for a while, and when she sat next to Gil-galad in the great hall to greet the winners, she did not ask him who he was.

The great hall was the most festive room in the entire castle of Lindon, and it was now being used to celebrate her birthday, to welcome their guest, to honour the beloved daughter the King never had and who was most dear to him. Galadriel smiled all day, not necessarily because she was happy, but because she knew the occasion demanded it. She did enjoy the celebration, of course, but after a while it became repetitive and tiring.

The procedure was always the same. One of the knights who had taken part in the tournament stepped forward, bowed to the king, knelt to pay his respects and pledge his allegiance, before turning to her, still on his knees. She sat on a slightly smaller throne to the king's left, wearing a gleaming white dress and a shimmering coronet on her brow. Most of the time, the knights bowed their heads before looking up at her in awe, extolling her beauty, perhaps praising the glow of her golden hair, the fact that her grace was sung of by troubadours, and then, of course, congratulating her and giving her a gift. It was usually the same. Jewellery, dresses, those kinds of blinding things.

(continue on AO3)

[oneforthemunny]

How each Eddie treats you on your birthday imo. Sorry this got long.

Janitor- Decorates your living room with streamers, lowkey sloppy but clearly with a lot of heart. You work during the day so it’s morning head before heading out, a bouquet of flowers already on your desk. At night, he makes you your favorite dinner before soft love making. You both don’t have a ton of money, saving for the honeymoon and such, but he surprises you with a ring upgrade.

Modern- Accidentally sleeps in too late to make you breakfast, but orders your favorite food in between the hours of fucking. (Randomly singing happy birthday in between rounds to make you laugh and it works every time)

Rockstar- Goes all out, maybe it’s your first day with Seph, so he carries her in to lay with you both. You have parties on the weekend thrown by Farrah, so this day is just for you. He gets a spa company to come and do a fully treatment, including hair and makeup for when you go out for food. Ends the night in the dungeon, baby monitor set beside you.

Older- Brings you breakfast in bed, takes the day off work to spend with you. Not a lot of money, but he had been setting aside some for a beautiful necklace with his and your birthstones. He tries to make you come as many times as your age, but ends up hurting his back after number 7, and you were tired so it was okay. Treats you to a nice dinner!

Cowboy- Also a breakfast in bed king. Bought at home spa stuff and ‘reluctantly’ agrees to let you do a face mask on him. Goes to a town or two over to have some drinks and some greasy street food, even though he initially intended to take her out. SEX IN HIS TRUCK!!!

Mafia- The whole house is covered in flowers, petals leading to the bedroom in the evening too. Spends it laying in bed, either with the pups or blowing your back out, not even glancing at his office. Rents out a room at your favorite restaurant, accompanied by a classical music group in the corner, champagne flowing for hours. He buys you a ROCK of a ring with earrings to match, along with a revamp of your skincare and makeup. Along with an upgrade of whatever your current hobby was, buying new stuff for it.

Ex!Husband- Has Wayne take the kids for the evening after spending it with them after school when you mentioned spending it alone. Insists on taking you out for dinner, picking up dessert and eating it at home on the couch. You go through 3 bottles of cheap wine together before he takes you to bed, it’s more intimate and vulnerable than it had been in years, likely the last time it had been this sweet being when you were pregnant and he was so gentle. He also leaves a small gift bag filled with little trinkets you like, a necklace that had a petal from your wedding bouquet melted in the diamond.

Hard Learning Steddie bc they’re my favorite- Woke up to head and breakfast, both couldn’t get out of work, but have Robin take you out to go buy a new outfit, meeting you for lunch. After they’re done, they take you out for dinner with flowers and some gifts of clothes and jewelry. But at the bottom was a new gag, the band writing Our Girl on it, the blood rushing to your cheeks as they watched you squirm.

Sorry this was so so long but Happy Birthday!

don't ever apologize for sending in something so perfect like this again. i'm so serious holy shit.

you- bitch are you me??? are you in my mind?????????

this was literally fucking perfection. every single one is exactly what they would do.

rockstar!eddie in the dungeon with the baby monitor beside them??? screaming. SCREAMING.

and including hard learning steddie ahhhh. they are so near and dear to me i need to write another one of them honestly. this was so perfect.

i saw where you did a part two with the others i'll answer that too!

thank you thank you THANK YOU!!!

this was amazing omg.

[jade-green-butterfly]

Today’s a very important and special day, folks...~🌟Today is the awesome Ron Funches’ birthday, which means it’s my special darling boi, Cooper’s birthday too!!🎊🥳🎂✨😍

Preparing for the special occasion, I started thinking up of what I could draw for him and Ron this year...🤔And then I thought, ‘I know! I could draw an AU where I am a well-loved pop idol, just like BroZone and I am performing specially for Cooper on his birthday, whilst he totally yet adorably fanboys over me!’ 💡😀 I did just that and...WOW!!😲It turned out even more amazing and eye-catching as I hoped and planned~!💖🤩💖I am so pleased of how I got me and Cooper's poses spot on from what I had in mind~💗😍And yep! Before anyone asks...that IS a BroZone-inspired jacket I've got on!😆(Peach colour~✨🍑) I just had to add that for my Pop Idol AU look, along with singing the Spice Girls' 'Spice Up Your Life'~ (a late 90's hit from my childhood)🎶🎤😚 I feel my style here was a cute combination of the Trolls movies and TrollsTopia, whilst I aimed to combine the background of my performance on stage with Cooper's dreamy vision as he's truly awe(love)struck over me, bless him~💗🥰Hehe~!🤭And of course, I gave our darling birthday prince a 'Cupcake King' theme to his party hat, because he is one - my Cupcake King~🩷♛🧁😉 Hope you all like too, dears!💕✨😊👍🏻I really enjoyed making this piece, especially for Ron and my beloved sweet jellybean, Cooper~💗🫶🏻U//w//U💘

🎉🎈🌈🎊~A very Happy Birthday to you, Cooper a.k.a Ron Funches!~🎊🌈🎈🎉 =^o^=🥳🎂✨🎁 I love you with all my heart and thank-you so, so much for all the happiness and love you have brought me~💗🌈💖🥰💝🫂xoxo.

*~Reblogs are also deeply appreciated as well, so please do reblog as well as like! Thank-you kindly!~*

Cooper (c) DreamWorks Trolls/DreamWorks Animation Trollsona Jussy/Justina Butterfly (c) @jade-green-butterfly (Me~!)

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Some shorter replies about twst, other random things, recent drawings, etc

Anonymous asked:

Happy Birthday!!!!! 💚💚💚 🎂

Anonymous asked:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I wish you a very happy year of characters and the best luck on all of your gacha pulls today!! 🎉🎉

Anonymous asked:

Happy Birthday! Hope you had a fun day :D

How old did you turn if I may ask?

Thank you so much, dear Anons!!! <3 I don’t pull any gacha… usually, but I actually got some blind boxes with little figurines, so I’m going to need this luck, hehe.

Also, I’ve just turned 31!

Anonymous asked:

Do you have a least favorite twst event?

Hmm, not really, Anon. Out of the ones we’ve seen, there are some that I liked a little less than some other ones, but I still enjoyed them. One example would be the Portfest event, but then again, there are some scenes and dialogues in this event that I think about to this day because of how chaotic and funny they are. Also, Che’nya dies in this one… god, what a wild event lol

There are also some events that we haven’t seen but aren’t super interested in watching, for example the Tamashina-Mina event because it mainly focuses on Leona, and we usually aren’t in the mood for Leona. Even though the Lion King is one of my absolute favourite movies of all time…

Anonymous asked:

Do you know any Manhwa?

Yep! We don’t really read it, but we’ve read some before.

A semi-recent example would be Sadistic Beauty (in its entirety), and also some of the Side Story B of this manhwa (it was still ongoing, so we didn’t finish it back then).

Anonymous asked:

Have you ever heard of a game called Enstars? There’s a character there called Mayoi who I think you would really like! His personality is similar to Idia’s, and his… other tendencies are some that I think you’d have fun with. Plus, he has a nice braid for people to yank on

I’ve heard of Enstars and have seen some of the boys! But we don’t know much about it.

And I think I’ve seen Mayoi used as a react pic before… god, it’s the sad brows + sharp teeth + long hair combo, he looks so bulliable and miserable!! I can see how he is similar to Idia omg…

Also, he is on our list of requested characters for the 6fanarts thingie! So maybe I’ll draw him eventually to scratch this itch I feel when I look at his pathetic little face.

Anonymous asked:

can't not convinced me otherwise that Floyd an Jade didn't just full on sleep with Deuce while he had an anemone on his head

probably made Ace watch to sick fucks

I mean, it would be a shame not to bully these two a bit, Deuce for being so cute and so bad at his job, and Ace for being so in love with Deuce and not doing anything about it~

Have fun, tweels. Deuce is all yours!

Anonymous asked:

Poor Deuce, always being pressured / teased to lick things up… can’t be good for his stomach :(

(What is that red thing on the plate. Answer the question, Floyd.)

:( Ohhh you’re right. I think Deuce needs to learn to never lick things that don’t look like they’re supposed to be licked… or maybe that would just confuse him lol rip his poor belly.

(It’s just some sauce that Deuce didn’t clean properly >:c !!! why is everyone accusing Floyd! He’s doing his job, for real for real!)

Anonymous asked:

Deuce may suck at dishes, but he's about to get very good at fishes

This made me giggle, you’re such a poet, Anon.

Anonymous asked:

Was the stain just there or did Floyd put it there himself? Who knows...

This is a mystery no one is ever going to solve… but even if he did, maybe he was checking how Deuce acts under pressure! It’s very important for this kind of job, you see? He definitely didn’t just want to bully him~

Anonymous asked:

For a moment I thought epel wasn't wearing any pants in the picture and was like "dang the boy is asking for it" only to realize his little plump bootie was in fact covered

He’s still pretty much asking for it!

But also omg Epel’s roommates thinking the same thing and jumping to smack his ass only to see that it was covered the entire time. They just attacked the birthday boy for no good reason…

Anonymous asked:

This is a bit late, but I really like that old school yaoi post of Jack and Deuce that you did! The lighting looks really good on both of them and it’s very cute <3

It’s never late for that, Anon. Thank you so much, I am very happy you liked that drawing <3

Anonymous asked:

Thoughts on Leona x Rook?

We’d ship it with Rook being the top and Leona being the bottom; it’s not a ship we’re massively invested in, but it has its good moments. I think we have some headcanon requests for these two, so I might eventually write a couple of thoughts about them… at some point.

Leona isn’t a character we’re super into, but Rook’s obsession is infectious. He really is unhinged…

[brynnterpretations]

hello!! it was just my birthday so i got inspired and would please like to request hcs: celebrating your birthday with the boys (maybe as your friend group/reader is a part of the coup?). thanks in advance!!

A very belated birthday to you! I'm this took so long and I hope you enjoy it. ♡

CELEBRATING YOUR BIRTHDAY WITH THE BOYS ☻

M.M., our organized king, has your birthday on the calendar and is the one to initiate the planning of the party a month in the advance.

Not only is he generally a prepared person, but he also has a kid, so he takes this shit seriously, and is the backbone of the boys as they prepare for your birthday.

So, like most things in The Boys do, it starts out simple: they arrange a date to have a party, the time it starts, and figure out generally when it might end (even though Frenchie insists it's not a party if there's a specified end time).

Hughie, Annie, and, as mentioned, M.M. are the ones best at figuring out the logistics. Annie gets a favor in at the best bakery in NYC, and gets you a cake with "Happy Birthday, ___!" decorated with colors and patterns that you like.

And, so... Hughie tries getting decorations, but they all fail spectacularly, so Kimiko and Frenchie help smooth things out, even though it does unfortunately end up saying "HAPPY BIRDAY".

On Kimiko and Frenchie: they are the creative ones of the group. Frenchie makes the playlist for the occasion, while Kimiko handcrafts decorations of your own (she's an incredible artist and I'll die on this hill).

Now, Butcher, our dear Butcher: even though the dude's a snarky old geezer, he really, really wants to celebrate your birthday and make it special, and would only make 1 – 2 remarks during the process (mostly at the expense of wee Hughie).

He would mostly stick to cleaning, making sure nobody's fucking things up, and, when M.M. started getting stressed and dropping some f-bombs (particularly when they found out the candles Frenchie made could accidentally burn the hideout down), would help smooth things over.

Don't ask why he was carrying birthday candles.

It's not like he's a sap or anything and bought them a week or so after they started preparing.

Definitely not.

When it comes to the celebration, it would be really, really fun. If you drink, Butcher would buy you top-notch alcohol, and if you smoke, Frenchie would get you primo weed. And, if you don't partake in either, expect excellent mocktails by Annie.

M.M., ever the birthday guy, will give you an extremely heartfelt "happy birthday" speech, even if brief, and everyone will toast — Butcher, especially.

The night is chaotic, for sure — Frenchie ends up threatening Hughie with a lighter playfully but accidentally does spark a flame, and Hughie lets out the most terrified scream anyone's ever heard from him, despite him facing death every other week — but it's heartfelt, and sweet, and everyone gets you a gift (with M.M.'s and Butcher's being practical, while the rest are more personal).

Expect a really, really good playlist courtesy of Frenchie, and even if you don't dance? He will get a dance from you.

Even though it's a fun night, there will definitely be sweet and deep conversations, particularly from Kimiko and Frenchie, with Kimiko pulling you aside, making sure you're not overwhelmed, and asking very deep life questions, as one does as a birthday party.

This would go tenfold if you drink or smoke, NGL.

After it's chilled out and nobody can see Butcher does, in fact, have a heart, he'd pull you aside and give you gruff but sincere birthday wishes with an obligatory friendly insulting nickname at the end.

So, happy birday, friend!

[velvet4510]

Happy Birthday to the King himself, Aragorn, born on the 1st of March, Third Age 2931!

(Side note: this is also the date that he, Gimli, and Legolas found out Gandalf was alive. Considering the circumstances, it was probably one of, if not THE best birthday present our dear Strider ever had!!)

[theallianceofcelestials]

Ello, seems im a bit late for this week’s Yap session haha. Some family stuff came up in the past couple of days and I just didn’t have the energy for the internet, sorry bout that my dears :P

Anyways, let the yapping commence /silly

-Sigma Anon

Welp I'm gonna start this cuz Sunray's currently not here, so this'll be answered a bit late, so sorry for that loves

This week has been spent with me being sick. :P Currently my nose does not wish to be used for its intended purpose, breathing, so I'm suffering with no air. But that's fine.

I'm also almost done in my current hell! Only like 1-2 weeks!!! I'm so goddamned happy, even if I'll still have a bunch of real hard exams right after which I'm very, very anxious about

I've also been trying to work on the second chapter of Embrace the Deep, but it's slow going with my head being full of static thanks to illness. Also, Sunray's birthday is approaching, so I should finish that up so I can work on his gift. Hopefully I'll manage somehow lol

And yeah, the doctor was mean to me too :( She's one evil female dog, who apparently doesn't believe in 21 year olds being too sick to walk the 15 mins it takes to get to her. When said 21 year olds are dizzy. And have opened the phone call with that information. That she then forgot. And then she broke my neck, and it went kachunk :(

So yeah, I'm dead now. Very sad and tragic.

I hope everything will get better for you! ^^ I'm always happy to hear from you, though I don't wanna seem pushy or something which is why I never contact you. Wish you the best tho! :]

If there's anything at all that you wanna talk about, privately or otherwise, feel free to approach us, or just me specifically on Discord! Even if I don't respond instantly I will. Once I'm awake or back home or in front of the computer :P

Anyways, now this is gonna sit here for a while, because my dear old friend, who's still the account owner despite my takeover, is not home yet, and also may want to play Cuphead (we got to King Dice yippeee) so it's gon take them a while

But yeah, good to hear from you again Sugars

Hey, Sunray here! Sorry this took so long to get answered because of me, but the past week has been very emotionally and mentally tiring. I may have mentioned here or on the Discord that I'm looking for a job, and on Thursday last week got some calls from 2 places, so I attempted an interview on Monday (and fumbled, the interviewer even dipping on me, which I'm pretty sure was just a nice little lie to "not hurt my feelings"), and checked out 2 potential positions from the second place on Tueasday.

Then on Wednesday I called back the second place to inform them I made a choice between the 2 positions, then went back there to get a whole bunch of paperwork I haave to fill out before I could start working there, and do a lung screening to see if I have TBC or something like that, and got a lab referral (for blood tests and all that jazz, which I'll be going back to do this upcoming Monday) cause it is a position in the healthcare field. So I'm currently procrastinating on them paperwork, because the wording of it is so confusing, I hate these official forms. Why can't they just write everything down very simply so that silly little entities such as myself can understand them. The secretary lady who gave me the "homework" also didn't really help with clearing stuff up while word vomiting at me and not letting me make some notes with the speed she was talking at.

So yeah, I'm currently crying about that and Moongleam is threatening me with us only watching Bee Movie for the rest of our lives if I don't do it, aswell as my mother ending me if she realises I'm not already done with them yet. So ya know, just end my suffering, haha.

On a brighter note, my (maybe) future colleagues were very sweet so far!

And on another note, I really want to continue writing my work in progresses, but simply lack the motivation to actually write. Just this morning I was bothering Moongleam about rambling about cat genetics, because of my Warrior Cats TSAMS AU, because I want Ruin to be a chimera cat, so he could have funky colouring (regular and dilute calico/tortoiseshell with white spotting, since I think those colours would fit him) aswell as having a mix of short and long fur (long mainly around his neck like a mane, and on his tail, and the rest of him short or medium furred).

And also have been thinking of my MASM fics that are collecting dust in my phone's notes app, and those stories do not deserve that. Also recently reread some of my brainings as I like to call them about a story from a previous fandom I was in, and since then distanced myself from, and I really want to write that story too, because it deserves to see the light of day, and I put so much thought into the stuff I have for it, Moongleam also helping with it, so yeah.

Anyway, it is your turn to Yap now, so do so, please! ^^

[lokisbiiiitch1993]

Loki fluff on our birthday?

Birthday Headcanons

Darling, Happy Birthday

Darling,in two weeks is your Birthday, do you have anything planned? Loki asked longing to know .

"No ,my Dear ,I will be too busy and tired with work the Week before to plan anything " you answered

"The only thing I want for my Birthday is You - spending the whole Day with You alone"

"That sounds Perfect" you added already Daydreaming about it - No Stress,No Work ,Just Relaxing with your Boyfriend

"As you wish,my Darling"Loki replied with a Smirk

"Mischief, stop smirking,I don't want to do anything crazy,I just want to relax" you stated

On the morning of your Birthday,Loki woke you up - Happy Birthday, Darling - kissing your Cheek

Grumpily you snapped " what happened to relaxing??"

"I am sorry my Love but I want to go with you somewhere,I promise you have enough time for that later " Loki explained

After putting some clothes on , Loki commands to close your Eyes and blindfolded you. He whispered " it's a Surprise,my Love "

A moment later you both got teleported to Asgard, to Loki's secret favourite Place.

"Take the Blindfold off , Darling" he ordered

You were speachless for a while "Wow , this Place is beautiful, magical" you muttered

"There's a hot Spring too ,I thought you like that ,I packed everything we need for today "Loki revealed

Overjoyed you kissed Loki passionately

" I hope the water is soo comforting hot that it feels like it burns the Skin from my Bones,mmmh that sounds relaxing " you told him excited

"Well .. Darling,I hope the Temperature is pleasant and less like Torture "Loki stated

"Loki ,come now ,let's get in " you said

"But first ....Strip for me " you demanded giggling

"I beg your Pardon " Loki answered

" Darling, I think I need to remind you that I am a God " he responded

"Well , you don't need to remind me ,I know but you are my God and a pretty Hot God - you are also the King of my Heart " you tried to hype him up .

" Only because it's your Birthday and only because I love you " he said smirking

As you watched him intently - you thought that's the best Birthday ever

My Masterlist

[lilyvalerieorchard]

Letters to Lily #1

This one from GrumpyGremlin

Dear Lily, your videos saved my life. From seeing my favourite teen heroes killed off in Avengers Academia: Arena and Avengers Undercover; Spider-Man's marriage erased in One More Day; Cass Cain turned into a kill-happy James Bond-villain in Robin: One Year Later; my mind snapped. The world was destroyed. But when I saw your videos, the light returned. The way you smeared Rebecca Sugar as a sexual predator, accused her of being two-bit fascist Nazi apologist, it was beyond beautiful. It was magnificent, divine, perfection in the highest order. What I had witnessed was akin to watching Michelangelo painting the celling of the Sistine Chapel. A masterwork to humanity's greatness. And the masterwork awoke a great truth in me: Always call people who displease you ,even the slightest, a Nazi. From my mind came back painful memories: Jason Aaron forcing me to watch him run over my school science project again, again and again; Jonathan Hickman flushing my stamp collection down the toilet then making me drink from it; Matthew Rosenburg and Ed Brisson putting ink in my underwear and forcing me to wear them; Tom Taylor and Tom King ruining my birthday by sending unfunny clowns to torment me; Donny Cates making me lick a frozen lamp-post only to be stuck to it; Brian Michael Bends forcing me to eat my own goldfish to the tune of Combine Harvester; Dan Slott gluing me to couch so he could torture me with his bagpipe playing; Scott Snyder, James Tynion IV and Joshua Williamson gluing my furniture to the celling, taking a massive Taco-Bell desecration in the middle of the room then demanding me to pay my entire livelihood for it. It was from these traumatic recollections I realized more great truths: Aaron and Hickman ghost-co-wrote Avengers Academy: Arena and Avengers Undercover; Bendis, Cates and Slott ghost-co-wrote One More Day; Snyder, Tynion and Williamson ghost-co-wrote Robin: One Year Later. Even worse, they were allowed complete freedom from editors because, as you taught me, ever since the mid-90s, animation studios and comic companies stopped interference form higher-ups, allowing creators to do whatever they want. Producers and editors be damned. Ever since then, all cartoon and comic companies operate solely under the superstar creator/Auteur theory method. After all, if the likes of Spielberg, Scorsese and Coppola no longer have higher-ups to answer to, then means the same for all creators in all creative fields. You taught me that. Thanks to you, not only do I call Aaron, Hickman, Rosenburg, Brisson, Taylor, King, Benids, Cates, Slott, Snyder, Tynion, Williamson and other creators "hacks" but I also accuse them of being "perverts", "eugencists", "fascist enablers" and "Neo-Nazis". I even send them messages threating their lives. It is the most wonderful thing ever! Thank you, Lily. As a leftist, agnostic-atheist, transgender, First-Nations lesbian woman, you can do no wrong. You truly are our generation's Joan Of Arc!

Aww! Thanks. I love me too.