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leftovergarlicbread · 2 years ago

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For the headcanon ask thing.

What about Taka or Cal

WHY NOT BOTH!!!! :D Thank u for the ask!!! <3 <3

Taka:

Sexuality Headcanon: Hes a bisexual loser and you can’t tell me otherwise.

Gender Headcanon: Cis man but in a he/they way.

A ship I have with said character: Again, I don’t have many strong opinions on shipping, but I feel he might have a slight crush on Zero. They’re L4L, loser for loser solfknehwosiufnlk.

A BROTP I have with said character: Ace and Taka obvi <3 <3 but also Taka and Luna!!!! They’re childhood besties and they have a weird cousins relationship thanks to their dads being so close.

A NOTP I have with said character: Tbh, Ace and Taka. I am really not a huge fan of childhood friends to lovers, I have a lot of opinions about it that I won’t get into here, but I usually I just prefer they stay platonic. But I also still don’t really know too much about their relationship considering I’m not quite done with the maingame yet, so this could very well change!!

A random headcanon: Taka likes to bake!! He and Luna bake a lot together and he makes some of the best poffins around. He’ll often bake ppl something as a gift for birthdays and holidays instead of buying them something. Also because it’s usually cheaper LMAOOO

Luna also knitted his scarf for him!

General opinion on character: The most patheticest wettest cat of a man ever. An absolute loser. He’s absolutely wonderful. He deserves to be passionately kissed by someone

Cal:

Sexuality Headcanon: Gay! Fun fact I actually headcanoned him as gay before I knew he was canonically which I just find really funny olskdfhnos. *stares into camera* I Know What You Are

Gender Headcanon: Cis man, hes just ur local neighborhood Guy.

A ship I have with said character: I already talked abt Cain and Cal on my answer for Cain, sooo some other thoughts: I think he has a bit of a crush on Taka in a “hes hot in a rat kind of way” lmao

A BROTP I have with said character: Obvi Cal and Shelly <3 <3 <3 But I feel like Cal and Luna would also get along really well! They watch horror movies together!

A NOTP I have with said character: I’m saying Cal and Victoria here just because I want to share a funny story abt how I completely monkey’s pawed myself. So, back after I defeated Shelly, and Cal first goes to Apophyll, (my laptops autocorrect wants to turn apophyll into chlorophyll HELLO??) and like, it was very obvious that Cal and Victoria were a thing they were hinting at I was like “mmmmhhhh I don’t really want cal and vicky to become a thingggg :////” aND THEN TWO BADGES LATER THE EVENTS AT APOPHYLL HAPPENED AND I REMEMEBR JUST SITTING THERE LIKE “W e l l I g u e s s I g o t w h a t I w a n t e d” Believe it or not I did that to myself TWICE. The second time being me going “hmmm I wonder if fern is going to become more plot relevant soon!! After beating him on Route 1, and then, again. 3 badges later. Hes on team meteor JKSNOIUFVOKISIDNUHG

A random headcanon: Shelly writes a lot of fanfiction and she always asks Cal to proofread it for her. He is literally SO TOUCHED by this and it means the fucking world to him. She insists that he’s honest and gives her critique but it physically hurts him to say anything bad about her writing hhhh

General opinion on character: I love him sm!!! His development throughout the story makes me so happy ((and also the way he and victoria completely swapped characters and roles and like,, changed literally opposite to each other makes me go FERAL AAAAAAAAAA) The way he cares so much about Shelly is just so sweet and it’s just really cool to how we actually get to see him work so hard to grow and change and better himself as a person and it’s just really really cool to see and means a lot to me :] I really really love stories and characters who work to overcome who they were and be better than their past, I just. I can’t describe it super well, but just. Everything about Cal and his character is just. Yeah. I love that <3

#pokemon reborn #cal whitaker #mintaka alcantara #taka pokemon reborn #cal pokemon reborn #ask game #bread talk

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keijislove · 4 years ago

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Hello ! Could you do a harry × hufflepuff!reader with the promps 6 ans 14 ? Thank you !😊😊

A/N: Hi! Sorry if it’s a bit long... This was the first request I got off anon, lmao

ENJOY!!

Prompts used:

6. 'Don't make me hex you into the next year! ' 'I'd like to see you try.' 14. ‘My Ammortentia smells like you...’

Strawberries: Harry Potter X Hufflepuff!Reader

It was just another day in Slughorn’s Potions class, you stirring your cauldron while daydreaming.

‘Who do you think yours will smell like?’ asked Luna. ‘I feel mine is going to be a Crumple-Horned Snorcack.’

You stuffed your knuckles into your mouth to prevent yourself from giggling. ‘I, um, don’t know.’

‘What do you smell? I know it’s weird... for you, having a soulmate or whatever.’

See, that was one of the things you adored about Luna.

You couldn’t possibly keep a secret around her, somehow, she just knew. But it also allowed you to seek her consolation at times without having to embarrass yourself by telling her what it was.

Why?

Well, she was Luna Lovegood after all.

You were one of the best potion students, and were fairly good at all your other classes, Luna and Cho kept asking you why you weren’t a Ravenclaw.

You just hoped your Potion skills could help you find out who you were meant to be with...

You swallowed, snapping out of your daze. ‘Uhm, yeah, not sure. Hope it’s someone nice.’

‘That’s sweet.’ Luna remarked in her same, breathless voice.

You smiled.

‘Alright, now, time’s up.’ Slughorn clapped his hands together. ‘Who wants to share what their Ammortentia smells like? Miss Diggory?’

You cursed internally. ‘Yes, Professor.’

You took a sniff. ‘Sir, it’s, um, treacle tart, um.... pumpkin juice? Yes, and...’

You sniffed again.

‘... muddy grass?’ You spoke.

‘Very good, miss Diggory!’

‘What was it?’ Luna asked as you left. ‘The muddy grass?’

‘Can you stop doing that?’ you joked. ‘It’s freaky.’

‘Don’t change the subject Y/N.’

You sighed. ‘It smelled like, I dunno like quidditch robes or something. Maybe it’s a sporty guy.’ You mumbled.

You didn’t have to specify who, it was Luna.

‘How do you know what boys’ quidditch robes smell like?’ Luna questioned as you whacked her with your book.

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You traced shapeless patterns on the grass, softly caressing your yellow scarf with your other hand.

It was a scarf you were very proud of.

Your brother had given it to you, and it was the last thing he ever did give you, to be completely honest...

Your tiny ‘revisit’ was interrupted by a sneer behind you.

‘Hey Diggory, who did your potion smell like?’ Malfoy asked in his horrible, drawling voice. ‘Longbottom?’

‘I seriously don’t understand what you’ve got against Neville.’ You spoke. ‘And no, if you must know. It smelt like someone else.’

‘Bet it was a grave.’ Malfoy sniggered. ‘Oh, where’s your brother?’

You tensed up immediately, but stroked your scarf to calm down.

‘Patience is one of the most important qualities a true Hufflepuff should possess,’ Cedric had told you. ‘And you, Y/N/N, are one of the best Hufflepuffs I know.’

‘Where is he?’ Malfoy continued.

‘Shut up.’ You spoke through gritted teeth.

‘It’d be nice if he’d passed some of his qualities onto you.’ Pansy lazily called. ‘At least he was good-looking. Look at you, bag of pickled toads.’

‘Shut up, prat.’ You warned.

‘Blimey Diggory... is your brother dead?’ Malfoy asked. ‘I didn’t even notice...’

That was the last straw.

‘

Oh, fuck patience.’ You muttered under your breath, lunging at him.

‘Argh!’ Malfoy groaned as you socked him square in the stomach. ‘Geroff me, you lunatic!’

‘What’s going on?’ Harry, Ron and Hermione had approached you.

Understanding the situation, Ron and Harry both seized either arm of yours while Hermione ripped Draco off of you before both of you could hex each other too badly.

‘Get-off-me!’ you snarled in Harry’s face.

‘No.’

‘GET-OFF-STUPID-PRAT-’ you struggled against his firm grasp. ‘IDIOT-CEDRIC-NOT-FUNNY-’

‘What exactly are you trying to say?’ Hermione asked, confused.

‘Shut up Granger, I don’t want to talk about this.’ You spat, snatching your bag up and ‘accidentally’ whacking Harry with it, before leaving.

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‘What happened?’ your friend, Hannah had asked when you had stormed into the common room.

‘Malfoy.’ You curtly answered. ‘And Potter.’

‘You know, I don’t see why you hate him so much.’ Ernie walked up.

‘Who doesn’t hate Malfoy?’

‘No, no, I meant Harry.’ He spoke.

You groaned.

This was a subject they’d brought up millions of times.

‘He is a prat, for one.’ You began. ‘He’s so bloody proud... all the teachers fawning over him, Slughorn calling him ‘special’, heck, even Snape would be happy now that he’s suddenly become excellent at Potions. I reckon he cheats off Granger.’

‘Nah, Hermione isn’t like that.’ Hannah said.

‘And he is thick-headed.’ You finished.

‘Oh, is that it?’ Ernie smirked. ‘You’re jealous of him?’

‘OI!’

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‘Good morning.’ Professor McGonagall crisply greeted. ‘In the five years you’ve been with me, you have learnt that Transfiguration is not a topic to be messed around with. And as you start your sixth year, I expect you all to behave more mature with this subject, especially you, Mr. Smith.’

Zacharias Smith scowled at her.

‘Now.’ She continued. ‘Who remembers what I had told you all at the beginning of your first year at Hogwarts? Miss Diggory?’

‘Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts,’ you recited, trying to imitate her voice. ‘Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned.’

The class howled with laughter.

‘Charming, Miss Diggory.’ Professor McGonagall sarcastically remarked, but you could’ve sworn you saw the corner of her lips twitch.

You grinned to yourself.

‘Now, as Miss Diggory said.’ She spoke. ‘There will be no messing around. I demand silence as I declare... the Gryffindors shall be joining us today.’

You knew by ‘silence’ she meant your groans.

You stuffed your handkerchief into your mouth before groaning quietly.

The red-scarved students made their way in.

McGonagall began assigning partners.

‘Weasley with Macmillan, Brown with Smith, Granger with Abbott and Potter... with Diggory.’

‘Not with him!’ you yelled at the same time as Harry yelled ‘Not with her!’

‘Yes, definitely together.’ The Professor mumbled.

You scoffed as Harry sat next to you, both of you glaring daggers at each other.

‘Look, I don’t want to fail this subject.’ You warned. ‘My career depends on it, so will you try to act civil?’

‘Yeah, I’ll try.’ Harry sneered. ‘Do you even have a career plan?’

‘For your information!’ you hotly began. ‘I do. I want to become an Auror.’

‘Auror?’ a small flicker of interest flashed in his eyes but vanished as you rolled your eyes and turned to your work.

Harry sniffled.

He paused, terror rising up inside him.

He croaked out. ‘Do you... can you smell strawberries? And vanilla?’

‘Oh.’ You frowned. ‘Um, yeah, the strawberries would be my shampoo and... the vanilla would be my lotion, why?’

‘No reason.’

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‘Oh, merlin’s arse.’ You muttered, trying to get past a horde of boys wanting to ask you to Slughorn’s Party.

You knew they didn’t like you; they just wanted an excuse to attend it.

‘FOR THE LAST TIME, SOD OFF!’ you yelled, shoving past.

They still followed you.

You ran to the library, where you met a certain Chosen One.

‘Don’t mind me.’ You huffed. ‘Please, I’ll do anything, just don’t tell them I’m here!’

Harry opened his mouth to say that it was alright, but stopped as a smirk settled on his face.

‘No.’

‘What?’ you asked. ‘Merlin’s arse, please! I told you, I’ll do anything!’

‘Anything?’ he cheekily asked.

‘Anything.’

‘Hmm... let’s see.’ Harry smirked further, thoroughly enjoying himself.

'Don't make me hex you into the next year!' you warned.

'I'd like to see you try.'

Brandishing your wand, you tried thinking of a jinx while Harry stood there with an amused expression on his face.

‘I’ll tell them you’re here.’ He said lazily.

‘Oh, alright!’ you snapped. ‘You win, I’ll give you whatever you want, now let me hide!’

‘Promise?’

‘Promise, MOVE!’

You dove behind a shelf and stayed.

Meanwhile, Harry was having the time of his life.

He wasn’t going to rat you out to those guys anyway, but there was something on his mind and he couldn’t pass up the perfect opportunity.

As a stampede of boys rushed over, Harry realised why you were so desperate to hide.

‘She’s not here.’ He coolly spoke. ‘Try the Hall.’

‘How should we know you’re not helping her hide?’ a Ravenclaw demanded.

‘Have you met me?’ Harry sarcastically said. ‘I don’t help my enemies.’

Yes, as lame as it had sounded, they seemed to buy it.

‘I don’t help my enemies?’ you questioned, climbing out of the shelf.

‘It... it sounded cooler in my head.’ Harry muttered.

You supressed a giggle. ‘Well, O’ Chosen One, what can I do for you?’

‘Er, about that.’ Harry began. ‘I wanna ask you something first?’

‘Yes?’

He smirked again. ‘Do you actually have a date?’

You covered your face and groaned. ‘No, they don’t even like me, they just want to get out of detention or come to the party, most of them.’

‘Mmhmm.’ Harry said distractedly.

‘Do you have a date?’ you shot back.

‘I will, by the end of this hour.’ Harry nonchalantly replied.

‘Whatever.’ You huffed. ‘What do you want.’

‘Be my date for Slughorn’s Party.’

If you had been drinking water, you were sure you would’ve spit it out.

You opened and closed your mouth like a goldfish.

‘What?!’ you finally sputtered.

‘Be my date for Slughorn’s Party.’ He repeated.

‘No.’ you stated. ‘No, no, no way, no.’

‘You promised!’

‘WHY DO YOU WANT TO TAKE ME?’ you yelled. ‘Take Ginny Weasley or Cho or something.’

‘But I want to take you.’ He said.

‘Why?!’

‘Our deal did not include so many questions.’ Harry cut off. ‘You’re coming, that’s final.’

‘Oh, well, fine!’ you snarled, stomping off.

Damn your loyal arse.

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‘I look ridiculous.’ You remarked, looking in the mirror.

‘Nonsense, you look amazing!’ Hannah squealed. ‘I’m so jealous, I wish I could go too.’

‘Yeah, yeah.’ You muttered.

You were wearing a(n) F/C dress, complete with your H/C hair falling elegantly onto your shoulders.

‘Oh, I forgot to ask.’ Hannah spoke, ‘Who’s your date?’

‘You do not want to know the answer to that question.’ You said. ‘Believe me.’

Hannah shrugged. ‘You look hot! Have fun!’

You walked in the direction of the Gryffindor common room, waiting for your ‘date’ to come along.

‘Hurry up, Potter.’ You muttered.

As if on cue, a voice sounded behind you.

‘Someone say my name, Diggory?’

There he stood, in all his glory, Harry Potter, the Boy With a Large Smirk Plastered Across His Face.

‘Can you not do that?’ you whined.

‘What?’

‘That weird face.’ You spoke. ‘It’s annoying.’

‘My apologies. Shall we, m’lady?’ he offered you his arm in mock-kindness.

‘Of course.’ You played along, taking it.

‘Where is this positive energy when you threaten to break my arms almost ten

times a day?’ he quizzed in amusement.

‘Shut up.’

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Boring.

That’s how you were feeling.

You desperately wished you hadn’t agreed to come to this stupid party.

Harry seemed to notice your gloomy mood.

‘What’s wrong?’ he whispered.

‘Look at this.’ You muttered in disgust. ‘Look at all of them, sapping over each other when they barely know the other.’

He laughed. ‘Wanna slip out?’

‘Where are we going to go?!’ you asked in exasperation.

‘I know somewhere.’

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‘The Astronomy Tower?’ you questioned.

‘I like coming here when I’m bored.’ Harry shrugged. ‘Looking at the stars calms me.’

You nodded, understanding.

‘Let’s... sit.’

You sat down as Harry copied you, settling down next to you.

‘This is nice.’ You remarked.

‘What is?’

‘Not having to fight with you.’ You explained as Harry laughed.

‘Maybe we just assume too much.’ He suggested, causing you to giggle.

It was a sound pleasant to Harry’s ears, and for some reason, he wanted to hear it again.

‘I never asked.’ He began. ‘And I’m sorry. How have you been, er, holding up?’

He didn’t need to explain, you understood.

‘I’m fine.’ You answered. ‘I do miss him, awfully so, but... nothing’s changed much.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean that it’s still the same.’ You explained. ‘Nobody comforts me. Nobody knows me as Y/N Diggory, my best friend or Y/N Diggory, the girl from Hufflepuff, none of that. I was always Y/N Diggory, Cedric Diggory’s stupid younger sister. And now I’m Y/N Diggory, the late Cedric Diggory’s mourning sister.’

‘Oh. That’s... well, at least you’ve got your parents.’ Harry mumbled.

You let out a mirthless laugh. ‘I’d trade places with you, then. See, it’s the same at home. I’m just... an extra waste of space. Even mum and dad preferred Cedric. I’m the useless one, you see. Next to their beautiful son Cedric, I was always second best. Y/N. Their second-born. The less talented one. The stupid one. The non-attractive one.’

Your voice cracked a bit at the end, but you composed yourself. ‘I’m being thick, you probably think I’m stupid.’

‘I don’t think you’re stupid.’ Harry muttered. ‘How come you never cry? Like Cho, I mean.’

‘Because I don’t want to appear weak for him.’ You sighed. ‘You see, as much everyone preferred Cedric over me, I still loved him. I loved him quite a lot, actually. He hated it when I cried. I remember once when we were young, Cedric fell out of a tree and hurt his leg so badly, I started crying because of how bad it looked. He didn’t have any of it. He always told me, ‘Whatever happens, Y/N/N, don’t cry. You’re strong. You’re tough. And I can’t bear seeing you in tears. If and when a day comes where you cry because of me, I swear I will never forgive myself.’ And there he was such an idiot. Put his name in the Goblet. Went along and got murdered by Voldemort, didn’t he?’

Harry didn’t speak, so you continued.

‘I just wonder.’ You whispered. ‘You know, if he’s watching us this very moment. Somewhere from up there.’

You gestured to the stars.

Your head was turned towards the sky, but Harry couldn’t stop staring at you.

‘And so I know.’ You said, ‘I know if I cry, he’s up there somewhere, feeling disappointed in me. I don’t need anymore of that. I’ve had enough of ‘Diggory’s sister Y/N’ and ‘The ugly one’ or ‘the useless one’ it’s maddening.’

‘I don’t think you’re useless.’ Harry whispered. ‘Nor ugly. And you always were Y/N Diggory to me.’

‘That’s a bit consoling.’ You mustered a weak smile. ‘Thanks.’

At that moment, a familiar smell made it’s way to your nose and you gasped.

‘Your hair.’ You shakily whispered. ‘It... it smells like fresh, muddy grass.’

‘Oh.’ Harry flushed. ‘Er, yeah, sorry, I had Quidditch earlier this evening.’

‘Oh my god.’ You muttered. ‘No way.’

‘What?’

‘If I tell you something, Potter.’ You began. ‘Don’t make fun of me.’

‘I would never.’

You swallowed. ‘I think...My Ammortentia smells like you...’

Harry didn’t speak.

‘Go ahead, laugh.’ You muttered, trying your best not to cry then and there. ‘Run away. Hex me or something.’

Harry couldn’t think straight.

Your delicious scent was ever-so inviting, the strawberries fresh in your newly shampooed hair.

His gaze kept unwillingly flickering to your soft-looking lips, covered in a light tint of cherry lip-gloss.

As the lips he was looking at pressed themselves into a think# line, his gaze shifted towards the rest of your face, and to his horror, you were crying.

‘No, no, no, no!’ he said quickly.

‘What?’ you hiccoughed a little, ‘Go ahead, call me names or just leave.’

‘No, Y/N!’ he pressed. ‘Don’t cry, no please. I didn’t mean... no, I was just thinking. I think my Ammortentia smelt like you too.’

You let out a tiny gasp.

Neither of you knew what you were doing, somehow, your lips had messily collided and were now moving in sync.

You brought out a hand and tangled it into Harry’s untameable hair as he softly caressed your cheek.

Both of you parted, lips swollen, gasping for breath.

‘Well...’ he began. ‘That was unexpected.’

#harry potter #harry potter x you #harry potter x reader #imagine

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castawavy · 3 years ago

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11-14!

11) what fictional character do they most relate to?

this question is a toughie aa cuz they're my OCs so I tried to not have them too similar to other characters AHA 🤔

aoife: she would say she is like Elizabeth Bennett but she's delusional x (luna says she's more like Regina George 💀)

luna: Belle from Beauty and the Beast 💖

finn: 'that blonde guy from frozen with the reindeer' - Finn

avery: April from Parks and Recreation !!!

isaac: Roy from The IT Crowd (for better and for worse)

zach: victor from Corpse Bride AHAHAHAHA

14) what is something ridiculous they’d impulse buy?

aoife: she would buy a LOAD of whacky hair things on like wish or something, like different hairbands, or like ribbons you tie in to try and make ur hair go wavy overnight 💀

luna: she'd walk into a bath store @itsmariejanel and buy loads of expensive bath bombs for sure <3 girl loves a bath but also has no financial sense pfffff (not super ridiculous but!)

finn: he buys loads of games on steam where they're on sale but he never plays any of them... even like super obscure crappy games lol

avery: definetely stupid overpriced clothes he doesn't need JHDJGF

isaac: it's not like inherently ridiculous, but the price is ridiculous, but he would buy marvel figurines AHAHA (...who am I to judge tho they make him happy so) 😂

zach: he'd find a nice expensive scarf he likes, then get home and realise he has like five others that are the same.. LMAO

#raesponses #anonymous #early birds extras #another anon asked for 11 so I hope they see too!#ty nonny!!! <333 MWAH #ask game

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fweasleyswhore · 4 years ago

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Just because I really wanna know what you'd do for me 😂 I'ma do 💜

Okay, okay, so, I'ma Hufflepuff (whooo)

I haveee 4 sister's and 2 brother's (kill me now)

I am allergic to Cats and Dogs so if I end up single, I can't be a crazy cat lady or a cool dog lady, I have to be a weird fish lady

Aaaand I'm 6'2 (ugh it's so hard to find a tall guy)

omg im learning so much about you lmao

signifigant other: this was a hard pick but I'm going to pair you up with Fred Weasley! One, he's tall whooo, two you are so fucking horny like so fucking horny oh my god and he can match that energy. So not only are you two sexual deviants you provide him with an alibi half the time, many nights you will be sat doing homework in the Hufflepuff common room when Fred burts begging for cover. You ground him a lot, he doesn't think things out and can get tunnel vision and just gets stuck in this endless whirlpool of anxious thoughts and you are able to snap him out of it with an easy sollution. His favorite joke is that you should have been put in Ravenclaw, just for the amount of times you have thought up a simple solition to a problem he was brewing on.

"Fred what are you doing here?" "What do you mean? I've been here this whole time." "Yeah, everyone is gonna beleive you have been doing homework with me when you're dripping with sweat." "We could always say we were doing... other stuff." "Fred!"

best friend: Luna Lovegood! I just feel like it works you know, often times you can be found sat in the courtyard talking with her. Everything that comes out of her mouth going completely over your head but its fun. And two weeks later you will be laying in bed and thinking about what she said and it will suddenly click, something with a whole philosophical meaning and everything and the next time you bring it up to her she has absolutely no clue what you mean.

"Hey Luna, what's on your mind?" "I've found that lately my shoes are never tied, its like I'm always tripping over my laces." "Luna you’re wearing sandals." "Exactly."

ex: Dean Thomas! And you didn’t end on good terms. You are civil now but at the time when you two broke up every room you were in everyone was either scared or amused. Ginny started asking the house elves in the kitchen to make popcorn and placed bets on who would break up with who. You ended up ending things with him, realizing after awhile you just didn’t like him like you used to and you had both become something you didn’t want to be. Last Christmas he gave you a scarf and a long letter explaining his regret on how he handled things. You two are slowly rebuilding your friendship now.

“Hey, do you want to get some tea sometime? Also I’m sorry.” “Yes, and Dean you don’t need to apologize every time we talk.”

first kiss: Ginny Weasley! We are aware she is a bad bitch but one thing we didn’t realize is that she is also extremely adept. She knew Fred liked you far before either of you realized. Fed up with his whining about how Dean was such a horrible person and how ‘no I don’t like her I’m just stating a fact’ she got up, marched over to you, grabbed your face and laid one on you. (You and Dean hadn’t properly kissed, only cheek smooches.)

“Hey Ginny. What’s-” “Ginny get your hands off of her!” “Gin, what’s was that for.” “My dear brother Freddie likes you.” “Don’t be daft.” “I’m not! Based on the way he’s looking at me right now he is none too pleased I kissed you.” “That doesn’t mean anything.” “If it doesn’t then how come he cares so much?”

secret admirer: Cedric Diggory! He has been in love with you for yearrrrrrs. But -and no offense Ced- he is a pussy. You two are pretty good friends and he is too tariffed of ruining it (and Fred). Occasionally when he is feeling extra lonesome he slips flowers into your bag when you aren’t looking. You don’t know who they are from, but think the gesture is super cute and assume it’s Fred.

“Hey there Ced, working on quidditch strats?” “Yeah, the usual.” “Nerd.”

#sreidswhore sleepover #i hope you like them #cedric diggory #ginny weasley #fred weasley #dean thomas #luna lovegood

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whtwedo4fun · 4 years ago

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wonderful

pairing: ron weasley x oc

year: 4th

warnings: nothing really, just fluff. also i wrote this for myself thinking no one else would see it lmao.

also please note, this oc has a lot of character development, and one of the characters is another oc! for a little backstory, she’s oliver woods younger sister, she’s a ravenclaw and her parnets basically disowned her when they found out. she stayed with remus and dora and the burrow sometimes because her family knew them. but yeah, that’s a little backstory, now please enjoy :)!

(gif made by me!)

scarlet woke up bright and early on saturday. you may be asking why but she had a small date with ron weasley today. god, everyone knew. harry, hermione, draco, eva, fred and george(they wouldn't stop talking about it in the common room).

scarlet placed her feet on the blue rug, stepping out of bed as luna looked at her. she was up early. luna smiled at scarlet as she turned the pages of one of the many herbology books around the girls dorm. scarlet smiled backand walked over to her dresser, trying to find an outfit. the girl fished out a blue and yellow flannel, a nude turtle neck, and some black jeans.

scarlet grabbed her clothes and headed to the bathroom. cho was just coming out, she rolled her eyes at scarlet. scarlet was very confused. it seems like cho had became friends with all the mean ravenclaw girls and even some of the mean slytherins, leaving scarlet and luna behind. they weren't very close but it still hurt scarlet.

scarlet ignored cho, and simply walked into the bathroom, throwing her clothes off and getting dressed. she already got a shower the night before to save time. once she was done, she walked back to her dorm with luna, and sent an owl to oliver, her brother.

"Dear Oli,

How's life? I haven't sent in owl in a few days but I got your letter. Today, I am going to Hogmade with Ron. Just a day with my best friend. Have you heard from mom? Or dad? Let me know.

Snape was talking about how you were so good in potions, saying I should be better. I think it's because I'm friends with Harry. Also, I heard you got the spot on the team! Good for you, I'll be coming to your next game in January. For now, I'll keep sending the letters.

Until next time,

Scarlet R. Wood."

she finished the letter in no time, looking up at the clock. 9:30. ron said to come down for breakfast at 9:35 but she decided to go a bit early. she grabbed her scarf and she headed down to the Great Hall, smiling the whole way.

when she got there it was about 9:33, she was early but it was alright. she saw that ron, hermione, neville, and harry were all out of bed. odd. harry always slept late, maybe it was for training? scarlet didn't question it too much because she was now sitting right next to ron.

"hey, you're early." ron smiled, harry rolled his eyes. why was he was jealous? he liked cho. "of course i am, i'm always early." scarlet replied, taking some pancakes from the table. ron smiled. "i guess you're right.." he replied awkwardly. "well, i've gotta go to hagrids for tea..i'll see you guys later." harry spoke, fixing his glasses. everyone nodded as fred, george, and evanora malfoy came to the breakfast table.

"hey ron! do you remember the protection spell we gave ya?" fred asked, winking. "shove off, fred." ron replied, his face as red as his hair now. scarlet laughed softly. "ronald, you're not embarrassed, are you?" hermione asked, ron rolled his eyes at her. ron was embarrassed but scarlet found it cute. she smiled, and kissed his cheek lightly, making ron even more embarrassed.

ron and scarlet walked to the entrance of hogsmeade, scarlet anxiously grabbing his hand. ron smiled. "sorry..i'm just a bit nervous. i heard cho is going to be here....she hates my guts." scarlet chuckled softly. ron nodded softly. "she's a bloody bitch." ron mumbled softly as scarlet began walking towards the candy shop.

as the pair arrived, they spotted luna and neville. the pair was buying some chocolate frogs. scarlet smiled at the pair as ron ran to acid pops. he loved those things, and scarlet had no clue why. "hey ron, why do you like those so much?" scarlet asked coming up behind the boy. he jumped slightly. "you scared me!" he laughed but then shrugged. "but i'm not sure, scarlet. why do you ask?" "i don't know, just curious. ooh! jelly slugs!" scarlet smiled, walking over to the slugs. ron laughed. "you're so odd." he smiled, picking up two packs of the slugs. ron also had about four acid pops.

the pair made their way over to chocolate frogs, ron smiling like a fool. he loved chocolate, and so did scarlet. "how many do you want?" ron asked. "four is fine, i can pay for them. oliver sent me about 50 gallons." ron's eyes went wide. "50? merlin!" ron laughed, hanging her four of the frogs.

they paid for their things and decided to go get some food and butter beer with harry and hermione who ended up coming later on.

ron and scarlet walked into one of the restaurant that actually allowed younger people in it. harry and hermione were already there. ron waved at them, walking over to the pair.

harry forced a smile onto his face as he noticed the pair holding hands and hermione sighed. "you've gotta move on, harry. i heard ginny likes you." hermione spoke. harry rolled his eyes. "i like cho." harry replied quickly. hermione looked at him with that look. "fine, i still like her. but not as much as i use to. it just hurts to see he-" harry stopped when he saw the pair inches away from the table. they hadn't heard anything, which was a good thing.

"hey guys." scarlet smiled, looking over at ron briefly. "hey, how was your day so far?" hermione smiled wiggling her eyebrows. scarlet laughed. "oh hush. we've only been here for 35 minutes. we've only went to the candy shop. we're gonna go to the bookstore after this." scarlet replied to the comment.

ron was quiet, which wasn't normal for him. scarlet picked up on it, quickly, too. but the waiter came quicker than normal, so she hadn't gotten the chance to ask what was up with him until after.

"hey, what's wrong?" scarlet whispered to the boy while hermione and harry were distracted. "nothing, i just feel bad about the whole harry situation. i shouldn't be such a git about everything." ron admitted. scarlet nodded. "hey, love, don't feel bad about it-" scarlet stopped, she had realized she had called the boy love. ron turned bright red, but scarlet continued her statement.

"we all make mistakes, as cliché as it sounds, we really do. now, cheer up. please." scarlet smiled as she directed her attention back hermione who was telling us about fred asking her to the ball.

it was now 8:45pm, and all the kids were making their way back to the castle. ron and scarlet walked hand and hand laughing. "oh my god, once! once-let me tell you about this-" scarlet said in between wheezes, "my dad always wanted oliver to fly like flawlessly- so he'd take him outside to practice, and one day oliver fell off his broom and the broom hit my dad in the head so hard-" the pair laughed as harry looked on with jealousy.

"harry, you really need to realize scarlet doesn't feel like same. she obviously likes--no loves—ron." hermione mumbled. "i know, i know hermione. i think i'm gonna ask cho to the ball." he smiled. hermione smiled too. the pair didn't know that cho was with cedric.

"one time fred shit his pants." ron wheezed. scarlet spat one of her gummi slugs out at the comment. "when he was 10." ron continued. "no fucking way!" scarlet laughed harder, hanging ron a gummi slug.

ron, scarlet, harry, and hermione all plowed into the common room, everyone laughing. it was a great day. "hey guys, i had fun but i've really gotta get back to my dorm." ron frowned. "uhm..why don't you just stay here? you can sleep on my bed or something." ron spoke awkwardly. "okay—okay fine, but i've gotta write to my brother in the morning." scarlet agreed.

ron lead scarlet to the dorm. everyone had separate dorms with one other person. sometimes, they didn't even have another person. scarlet smiled at the smell of the room. pine, mint, and flowers. it was wonderful. she had been in his dorm before but it didn't smell this good. maybe she was just distracted.

"do you wanna go to bed now?" ron asked, a smile on his face. "sure." scarlet spoke, returning the smile. "can i borrow some clothes from you?" she added. ron blushed before mumbling an "of course."

he handed the girl some red pj pants and grey shirt. she nodded and went into the bathroom connected into the dorm. she slipped her other clothes off, taking her rings and necklace off, sticking them in the pocket of her jacket. she slipped the pants on before putting the shirt on and returning to ron.

when she came back ron was laying on his bed, smiling and looking up at the ceiling. scarlet smiled at the boy again, walking over to the small bed and laying down on her, her head laying on the boys chest. ron blushed softly, as he awkwardly wrapped his free arm around her figure.

"thank you." scarlet mumbled softly, closing her tired eyes. "for what?" ron inquired. "today, silly." she chuckled. "you're welcome. but thank you even more. i had such a fun time.." he smiled, tempted to kiss the top of her head. but he was too nervous.

"scar, do you wanna go to the ball with me?" ron asked, confidently. "y-yes! of course!" she smiled, flipping her body so she was facing the boy. he smiled and cupped the girls cheeks gently, kissing her. scarlet smiled, wrapping her legs around the boy's waist. ron's face heated up as he realized what she was doing.

he had no problem with it, it wasn't a bad thing at all. it was just terrifying, for both of them. but even while thinking this, they kept kissing each other, sloppily, though. scarlet pulled away, placing her forehead up to the boys.

"you're wonderful, ron weasley."

#ron weasley #ron weasley x oc #harry potter #hermione #hermione granger #fred weasley #george weasley #writing

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philcmena · 4 years ago

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「natalia dyer & demi girl」⇾ carmichael, philomena, the junior radcliffe student’s records show that she/they are a taurus and 20 years old. she/they are studying wildlife science, living in noland and can be whimsical, patient, apathetic & unpredictable. when i see her/them i am reminded of the gentleness of decomposition, dancing naked around the flames, and whipping wind in your hair. ⇽「james & 21 & est & they/them.」

here’s my second !! baby child i love a lot ... much kinder ... a bit odd .. love of my life ... a classic ... a favorite ..

TW CANCER, TRAUMA, DEPERSONALIZATION / DEREALIZATION DISORDER ( ALT. DISSOCIATION ), DEATH, DECAY, MAGGOTS.

aesthetic.

wildflowers in your hair and bare feet against moss, binoculars and maps, madonna beating out of half-dead speakers in a half-dead van, whipping wind, jumping off cliffs and rolling down hills, a bandaid wrapped around each finger, cryptic bumper stickers and cryptids in the woods, facing the sun and letting the rays hit you, counting stars late into the night, dancing naked in the woods with nothing but fire to light your way, mismatched socks and lucky ribbons, hoarding a box of special treasures, shoplifting and diner-dashing, bleach against roots, pink sweaters paired with ripped fishnets and slip dresses with knock off uggs, willingly wearing crocs, glitter stickers, fungi and feeling one with them, lying down and decomposing, they’ll find us in a week. they’ll find us in a week.

basic info.

full name: philomena brontë carmichael

nickname(s): philly, phil, mena, etc.

b.o.d. - april 20th lmao !!

label(s): the amaranth, the halycon, the neophyte, the wanderer, etc. etc.

height: 5′4″

hometown: woodside, ca

sexuality: demisexual !!!!

pinterest ( & her family pinterest b/c they’re my most developed family uwu)

stats

inspired by: luna lovegood (harry potter), orla mccool (derry girls), cassie ainsworth (skins), alice (alice’s adventures in wonderland), amelie (amelie).

biography.

a middle child belonging to christopher and imogen carmichael - two stanford professors. christopher specialized in british literature whilst imogen specialized in the classics. hence the name.

the order of siblings goes as such: lysander, elektra, juno, philomena, and twins orion & valora. the deal was that everybody had a greek (or in juno’s case, roman) first name and a middle name inspired by a piece of british literature circa 1800s and under. a family of nerds, if you will.

so, clearly - right off the bat, their parents are … eccentric. they’re both in love with their respected topic, and with each other, and with their kids. the carmichael family is a happy family.

they each have their own quirks and whatnot - though philly’s always been particularly dreamy - even as a child, she’d spend hours watching clouds or caterpillars or the leaves blow in the wind rather than play with other kids. she wasn’t a shy kid - she just had her own interests.

hardship doesn’t hit the family until philomena is five and starts having splitting headaches. they’re slow at first - but as soon as she’s seeing spots and unable to walk in a straight line, doctor appointments are made.

it doesn’t take long for them to discover the tumor, though the official diagnosis of malignant ependymoma comes a month later.

it’s grade ii but slow-moving, small enough to not be as much of a threat as worried, but big enough where removal is necessary. philomena earns a scar and brings it in for show-and-tell. for two months afterwards, philly’s at radiotherapy monday through friday.

they’re lucky - philomena’s considered cancer-free by the next year. she’s babied at first - handled delicately, as if she could break if touched - but with five other children … it doesn’t last for too long.

and life continues as normal.

her personality doesn’t shift much over the next few years - she’s awfully independent for a kid, and awfully quiet - when she speaks it’s about faeries and bigfoot, about how the sky is so blue and if you listen quietly, you can hear the leaves whisper their secrets to each other. this is not odd.

she’s close to all her siblings, but she idolizes her older sister - elektra. elektra’s six years older and dyes her hair whatever colors she wants. elektra bought a knife off a seedy guy downtown. elektra threw away all of her heels and renounced god. elektra is god. her music is loud but it’s not heavy - it’s florence and the machine.

they’re opposites - elektra’s boisterous and feels loudly, philomena’s softer and feels…less. when elektra sneaks out, philomena keeps watch. they are a duo.

philomena is smart - but she’s fifteen and hates school. hates sitting inside all day. hates the same routine - day after day - it’s all the same. her parents’ routine is the same, philly feels contained and she wants to live.

elektra’s twenty-one and just bought a brand new spanking (used but not falling apart) 19-something volkswagen … van - using her entire savings account. she says she’s tired of routine, she’s leaving the next day.

naturally, philomena stows away in the back and isn’t discovered until they’re two states away and she’s got to pee. elektra nearly crashes the van in shock.

it’s an argument - philomena vs. elektra, then them vs. their parents, then their parents vs. the school, the state - it’s an ordeal. philomena switches to an online program in the end.

it hurts christopher and imogen - lysander’s not having any of their nonsense, juno’s betrayed and alone - the twins are twins. in the end, it’s alright. the carmichael family is a happy family.

philomena and elektra take their time - it’s not a road trip, it’s their new life, permanently on the road. they stop and explore often - they do odd jobs in whatever town they settle in. they dine-n-dash, they shoplift. they survive in their own way.

during particularly desperate times, they two resorted to identity theft & credit fraud - getting away with it only by ditching the cards once they’ve made it out of state.

she drops out of high school officially when she’s seventeen - they have to drive all the way back to california to deal with the wrath of their parents and to deal with paperwork, but it’s done. philomena doesn’t know what path she wants in life - but it’s not that.

it’s during this time that the episodes occur - philomena’s outside her body, philomena’s wrapped in cotton, her memories are not her own. she’s looking in the mirror and she doesn’t recognize herself. they take shelter in a city for six months, long enough for her brand spankin’ new therapist to figure out what’s wrong with her. she’s diagnosed with depersonalization / derealization disorder - they think it’s stress. philomena doesn’t get stressed. they think it’s trauma. she laughs - she never laughs.

there is trauma though, deep-rooted but somewhere inside - you just have to look for it.

you. just. have. to. look. for. it. look for it. look for it. look for it look for it look -

you were ten and she was thirteen, an off-trail hike in familiar woods in a familiar town, safe and familiar. it was your idea, to stray from the carved out paths, down creeks and up hills and round, and round again. you’re the one who spotted the scarf first, sticking up from the dirt and dancing in the wind like the beginning of reincarnation. it was not reincarnation, it was discovery. it was ruin. with curiosity drawn, you skidded down - with compliance, followed juno, followed your sister - clumsy in her steps and tumbling down quicker than you. you saw the corpse, but juno felt it. decaying flesh and maggot.

and she left juno, just like that - just five years later, when juno had finally gone to the end of her wits. philly up and left. abandoned her.

philomena and elektra leave the city after that therapy session. they do not return. she’s always been good at hiding her secrets.

three years later and her parents want philly to have a higher education - desperate for it, really - worried for her future. it’s a battle that she loses, getting her GED and applying to a local college in florida in shameful compliance.

they’re there for a year until philly gets (expectantly) expelled from the community college & the two of them are banned from the town they’d residing in up until that point. they don’t talk about it - but boy, was it one hell of a time.

they found refuge in lovell, a town that seemed to suit them well - it suited elektra’s desire to travel up and down the east coast, and it intrigued philomena enough to the point of her being content with staying. soon after, philly officially transferred to radcliffe for the fall semester & they’ve been here since!

UPDATE: another summer update! very simple ... she n elektra traveled the states again, as they always do ... like clockwork. had to be dragged back to radcliffe (doesn’t like staying in one place for too long) bt also <3 likes a lot of people here n brought them all souvenirs. it ws very nice! nothing bad.

personality.

she’s quiet but she’s confident - her voice sounds like rustling leaves, if leaves smoked a pack of cigarettes a day.

often underestimated - philly’s petite and looks like she’d fall over if a plastic bag blew too close to her. she’s independent - for the most part. elektra is the only person philly takes orders from.

has always been considered odd - weird, strange. still talks about the trees as if they’re listening, as if they’re old friends. she’s vague and doesn’t elaborate on the things she says.

believes in pretty much any superstition you throw her way. luck is very important to her. if you ask her if the earth is flat, she’ll say probably. believes strongly in bigfoot and the lochness monster. has personally seen aliens, and loves ghosts almost more than herself.

she can be amusing - whether you ‘get’ her or not, her outlook is often bright - she talks about the negatives the same way she talks about the positives. can be seen as naive or gullible, but she’s plenty smart. even if half of her education has come directly from google.

philly doesn’t laugh. a smile, yes - often, in fact - not always reaching her ears, or bearing teeth - but these are not indicators of her happiness. philly is consistently content. she thinks many things are funny - she still will not laugh.

her voice is often monotonous - she doesn’t sound dreary, she sounds far-away. her voice carries. her emotions are often unknown to others.

is apathetic in most situations. she’s hard to bother - she’s incredibly patient and enjoys the company of most - tolerates them at the very least. it’s hard for her to express her emotions, because she feels them so little that it’s very nearly not worth it. her affection is not verbal - it’s small touches and gestures of kindness, love in her own way.

is a fan of knock-knock jokes and bad puns. she won’t crack a smile while telling you them, nor does she expect you to laugh. she just enjoys them.

she owns a motorola razr covered in puffy stickers - hasn’t ever had a smartphone. she’s a fan of emoticons. her favorite is :o)

has a lot of bruises and scratches and scars - she’s often getting herself into pickles. there are always, at the very minimum, three bandaids on each hand.

she has insomnia, so she’s awake often. is often seen wandering town - even when she shouldn’t be, even when it might be dangerous. her intuition is delayed. when she does sleep - her dreams are vivid and fantastical.

keeps a box of memories - sentimental bits and pieces she’s picked up over the last few years. there are a lot of buttons and postcards, but any teeny tiny object will do.

her style changes every week - most, if not all, of her clothes are thrifted. one week she’s baby spice and the next she’s lydia deetz. she combines pieces from different styles often - she looks like a barbie clothed by a child. she feels most comfortable like this.

will either patch-up the clothes that get too worn or reuse them in some way. sometimes donates the clothes she gets tired off - isn’t minimalistic, but she’s learned to keep only a small amount of possessions.

the only consistency is her lucky ribbon - it’s pastel yellow and silky and as thin as a shoelace. she ties it onto her outfit of the day, everyday. if she loses it, she’s lost. elektra has a matching ribbon.

has no problem with minor theft - she only takes bare minimum, puts herself and elektra first and that’s how it’s always been. she tries to be good while in lovell / radcliffe - would hate to be forced out by mobs with torches and pitchforks

currently living in noland while elektra stays in their van, florence - sometimes philly stays there during the weekends.

they used to live in motels on the occasion, the cheapest room, and more often than not they’d both go home with strangers for a comfier bed and a hotter shower.

it was a common occurrence - she didn’t sleep with them - but somehow, she weaseled her way into their homes anyway. has come out mostly unscathed, on most occasions. this has been a practice ever since they’ve been on the road.

really, truly - has not slept with anybody, had her first and only kiss at thirteen with a frog. this doesn’t bother her.

will consume a n y t h i n g you put in front of her - isn’t picky.

listens to whatever they’ve picked up along the way but she likes instrumentals the best. her second favorite genre is 1990′s and 2000′s top hits. they’re nostalgic for her. third favorites? florence, of course. fleetwood mac. the bird and the bee.

loves storms - will go out in the rain and will risk her life for it.

owns a pair of roller-skates and is often skating rather than walking. unless she’s on grass - then she’s walking barefoot.

has many hobbies, and gets bored of them often. her favorite hobby is welding. she’s not certified.

also, juggling.

also, accordion.

the kind of girl who’ll do any job you give her. odd jobs are her favorite jobs. babysitting is her least favorite - but she does it anyway. has lost children before. have they ever been found? not by philly.

dyes her hair blonde often and cuts her own hair - bangs included - finds it cathartic, likes the itchiness of bleach.

everything she does is often in pursuit of feeling free, alive, and meaningful.

( like her frequent visits to the woods, late at night when the moon is high and full. it’s freeing to dance around a fire, stark naked in the cold. builds immunity )

comes and goes wherever she pleases, nothing & nobody can stop her (besides elektra). has befriended the campus witch, or as much as the witch will allow, and shrike as well. she knows to respect nature, and abandoned sites - she’s practically free to explore as she wishes, her only pride is the trust she’s gained.

the trust expands to animals as well, she has a certain knack for getting them to like her. has too many ‘pet’ rats that reside with her, alongside a baby raccoon & a few crow pals. has a new animal companion everyday, but she doesn’t contain them or force them to stay.

leaves her window in noland wide open because of this, because her window is conveniently right besides a tree with sturdy branches. good for animal smuggling, sneaking in and out, hiding, etc. etc. world is her oyster.

though her room in noland is ??? frankly a mess ??? already ??? usually keeps most of her possessions in her memory box but she’s also turned her room into a mini labyrinth of knick-knacks. very cozy, but very nest-like. think of howl’s room from howl’s moving castle.

wanted connections.

random encounters… it’s only her second semester at radcliffe, she hasn’t met everybody yet i’m sure

random encounters…in the wild… alternately, people she’s met before in a different part of the country. whether she’s stolen from them or crashed at their place, or simply shared a dinner. anything goes!

unexpected sleepover… someone whose place she crashed at after a mysterious night. a party, adventure, etc. etc. maybe they don’t even remember her staying over, maybe she hadn’t been with them to begin with.

employers… she does a lot of odd jobs! knows how to make a lot of things in many different mediums just to earn a small living.

friends… y’know … people who enjoy her presence, likes her oddness. they may not understand her, but they appreciate her. or maybe they do understand her, in their own way!

not friends… philly doesn’t consider anybody an enemy in the slightest, but some people may not be fond of her �� think she’s a little too strange, or they refuse to understand her, or something of the likes.

closing in… someone trying to get closer to her, trying to figure her out on a level deeper than what she would like, and she keeps slipping out from between their fingers every time.

mom friend mom friend mom friend… older sibling figures! dad friends! take one look at philly and instantly want to swaddle n protect her.

caught red handed… someone catches her stealing or about to dine-n-dash. do they care? who knows!

late-night shenanigans… they just walk and talk at night … very relaxing … not actually very shenanigans filled…

a dealer… because she wasn’t born on 4/20 for nothing. she’s not turning 20 on 4/20/20 fr nothing. don’t fail us.

debating conspiracies… or superstitions, really anything. maybe they’re frustrated at her apathy surrounding all situations.

no likey… :( they distrust her. probably fr good reason tho … i don’t blame you

thrifting pals… no explanation needed methinks

an eventual hook-up… maybe … possibly … it’s questionable, but it could happen! can’t stay a virgin forever! (or well. she cld. we’ll see!) she’d probably have to trust yr muse a lot though

unrequited romance uwu… probably unrequited on her end because she doesn’t usually think of anybody in a romantic sense - it’s possible, but you’d have to be something special for her to like you back. that being said …

something returned… eventually, slowly. slow. it’ll take time.

maybe something returned !! eventually. slowly. slow.

n like rly anything u want !! anything u can think of i am here 2 fulfill … we can brainstorm all sorts of wacky scenarios!! she’s a thief! she’s an accordion player! she dances naked in the woods! she’s been in the circus AND a small utah county jail!

#ruhqintro #cancer tw #trauma tw #depersonalization tw #derealization tw #dissociation tw #death tw #maggots tw #decay tw

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vampirefreakism · 6 years ago

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The Scientist (Chapter 33)

Summary: In the events following Asgard’s destruction, Loki finds himself on Earth seeking refuge to await the inevitable. Much to his surprise, it comes from a source he would never have expected.

Warnings: none

Word count: 3.5k

A/N: God let’s hope this shows up in the tags and stays there. The AO3 and Spotify playlist are linked in the Masterlist. I haven't stopped or deleted anything. I also posted this on Wattpad so check me out on there if you like!

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As one song transitioned to the next, Loki glanced away from his book to the back of the CD case. Luna wasn’t around to enjoy the music with him – the reason he spent most of the morning sending high praises to the Allfathers. She would be able to tell how quickly he lost interest in the wonders of evolution over a new album. New for him, normal for her.

Marking his place, Loki put his book down and strode over to the newly set-up record player. He traced a finger around the edges as he tapped his foot to the beat, imagining how a track might sound played through it. It escaped him as to why Luna would need another thing to play music. ‘You have one already,’ he had reasoned, but it was a lavish gift from Stark. It would have been rude to not accept it.

Loki had the privilege of carrying the boxes into her apartment and assembling everything with her. A different science than he was used to, but it was no less entertaining. Ignorantly, he had pondered out loud which album they could play. ‘We don’t have the proper format,’ Luna told him and expanded on what a vinyl record was. Loki remembered them from a trip or two to Earth during the early 20th century. A surprise people still used them, but he figured it was purely for the nostalgia.

He pressed the on button on the front, awakening the turntable. It spun clockwise in a lazy fashion. Loki was tempted to lift the cover and touch it. Feel the material move against his skin, but Luna was firm. ‘Don’t touch it unless you’re putting a record on. It has to be kept clean.’ Would she be able to tell if he defied her? Perhaps. She was more perceptive than he previously took her for.

Feeling peckish, he switched the turntable off and grabbed his phone on the way to the kitchen. Peter teased him with the promise of sending pictures of the inside of his school and his other friends. It was a naughty and dangerous idea, and Loki was all for it. Finding nothing of interest on the counter or in the fridge, he settled for an ice cream pint. No need to worry about his hand turning blue, so long as he was alone.

Loki’s phone pinged to life as he was finishing the first half of the container. It was a message from Peter. He shook his hand out, getting some warmth back into it, and opened it.

‘Hey! Im in math. Is boring’

Attached is a hastily-taken picture of a whiteboard covered in diagrams and equations. Portions of it were blocked by the many students in front of Peter’s phone camera. Loki snickered and typed out his response.

‘doesnt look so’

Two minutes pass by – enough time for Loki to fish out a few more scoops of ice cream – and Peter messages him again.

‘its one of my best subjects so it doesn’t bother me too much. Ned and MJ are in another block from me so I miss them’

Loki's brow creased. He held his spoon in his mouth, so his hands were free.

‘MJ?’

‘oh yeah right you don’t know her. Shes my other really good friend’

‘what’s she like’

The long delay for Peter’s return message put Loki a bit on edge. Intent on calming his nerves, he put the rest of his ice cream away and ventured to Luna’s room. He could hear his music still, only muffled a little.

Beneath her bed sat a row of shoeboxes, containing everything but a pair of shoes. The first Loki opened housed all of Luna’s keychains and charms. A few piqued his interest; a simple black skull, a Darth Vader figure, a mini Mjolnir, and a crescent moon with two stars attached. He smirked, turning over the little moon in his hand. He expected no less from her.

Through the concluding music, Loki’s phone chimed anew with a message for him. Careful not to step on the charms littering the floor, he shuffled back to the kitchen and opened up his device. Again, it was from Peter.

‘hey! Srry for the wait. Teacher almost caught me txting lmao’

Loki grins.

‘first rule of mischief: never get caught’

‘ooh neds here now. He says hi’

Attached is another picture, taken at a low angle, of Peter and Ned. Both boys smile into the camera as Ned waves down to it, greeting Loki through the phone.

‘hello ned. Grand to see you again’

‘we r at lunch now. MJ is here too’

This photo was not of either of the two boys, but of their friend sitting across from them at a table. The friend – Loki assumed – was MJ. She held a book in one hand as she shot someone an irritated look.

‘is this MJ?’

‘yeah. We interrupted her reading but its ok XP’

‘does she know about me being here?’

A pause in the messaging held the air still. It was as though Peter deliberated in secret. Loki was impatient for the outcome.

‘no, but she might suspect. She’s really observant. Lolol shes already commented on my txtin’

‘may not be wise to communicate in front of people’

‘maybe not. txt u later?’

‘sure’

‘kk! Talk l8r!’

A loud silence took the apartment once more. Loki was desperate to banish it, so he started the album over again. He didn't mind. It wasn't the first time he'd exhausted the work of a musician in a day.

Feeling antsy, he went back to Luna’s room. He always liked looking at her little treasures, no matter if they were new to his eyes or if he’d seen them ten times before. Tucking her box of keychains back where it belonged, he moved on to another corner of the room: her closet.

Clothes were always crucial to Loki. Being a royal meant looking his best, both in the ballroom and on the battlefield. He was consistently stereotyped as the brother with the more developed fashion sense, but Thor knew his way around an outfit as well as he. Presentation was critical in any scenario.

Loki pried the door open as careful as he could, should anything come tumbling out. Luckily, everything inside was placed smartly and in order. The upper shelf supported a few boxes and spare sheets, the clothes hung on the rack in a beautifully organized fashion, and the remained floor space kept extra bags and larger boxes. Many places to start, not enough time to go through them all.

He started with the clothing. It was a surprise to see Luna hanging her T-shirts and long-sleeved shirts up as Loki preferred to fold his, but he liked it. It made them look neat and presentable. Beside them, her pants were placed in the same way. She had a few different kinds, so Loki took a look at each.

He’d seen her in leggings and joggers in the house and the gym. Which one she wore all depended on her mood and how the day went. One pair of dress pants sat suspended amongst them. Her skinny jeans – a black pair and a dark red pair – she wore any time they went out. Today, she put the dark red ones on for work, leaving Loki with the black pair. He tried to pick a favorite, but Luna wore both exceptionally well.

Sweaters and jackets squeezed in next to them. Luna possessed a broader assortment than previously believed. The first of the group Loki spied was the sweater she wore the day they went to the aquarium. It was light grey with a graphic on the front of a dark forest. Loki passed a hand over it, tracing the trees from the exaggerated sharp tops down to the bases on the drawn ground. Simple and practical yet stylish and unique. He snuck a hand into the sleeve, feeling the inside. It was soft and plush, like wearing a blanket. A whisper of jealousy passed through his head as he imagined feeling something so comforting against his skin; a far cry from the leather and rougher fabrics of his homeworld.

He peeked at the others he hadn’t seen: a black pullover with a small cartoon alien spaceship on the left side of the chest, a dark grey hoodie with a geometric skull design, a plain black suit jacket, and a notably large black hoodie with a four-letter abbreviation embroidered broad across the chest. Loki tilted his head and unhooked it from the bar. In front of the mirror, he held it up to his frame. In theory, it could fit him, but the forefront of his mind was occupied by one question: why was it so different from the others? Looking crossly at his reflection, Loki stepped back from the mirror and put the sweater back. Better for him to move on to something else lest he leaves a trace of his meddling.

Shoved into the far side of the closet were the clothes he considered to be more formal and fancy. Things Loki never bothered to think he would see, much less worn by his friend. His eyes were first met by a dress. Luna never seemed the type to wear such a garment. Loki found it difficult to imagine it on her, but he kept inspecting it. It was black with a fit-and-flare shape and long sleeves. The fabric was soft and stretchy, and the neckline left less to the imagination than Loki was used to. He tucked it back and pushed it towards the opposite side. Enough with it for now.

The outfit behind it lay draped over the hanger in three pieces. To the untrained eye, they were indistinguishable as to what they might be. Possessing such a sight, Loki took a bold step, unhooking the hanger and laying it on Luna’s bed. One piece had a red-to-black gradient, the other was plain black, and the last was small and wine red. He took the black garment out first and held it at eye-level. Seeing it clearly, he discovered it to be a long skirt with a drawstring waistband. The fabric was a bit flimsy, as though it was meant to go underneath something. He set it down – keeping its proposed purpose in mind – and picked up the gradient piece.

The color shifted along the entire length of the cloth, and it was long. It looked to be a scarf or a wrap skirt. Perhaps it could be both at the same time. The fabric was soft, and Loki couldn’t stop touching it. It was made of silk and felt like cool water in his hands, flowing and moving as though it was alive. He hastily pulled up his sleeves and let it fall across his bare arms. To say it was heaven to touch would be an understatement. He could wear an entire robe of the material and never want to take it off.

He retrieved the final raiment and held it as he did the skirt, feeling the soft material. It was made of stretchy velvet and resembled the sports bras Luna kept in her drawer set. The neckline of the tiny top scooped a bit lower than the one on the black dress, and the short sleeves were made of embroidered red lace. Loki turned it from back to front and back again. It held no zipper, buttons, or strings to tie. Only a simple tug was needed to put it on.

Loki lay it down and stepped back. With all the pieces on display, he surveyed them properly and built up the outfit in his mind in various ways, but nothing seemed correct. Again, he was at a loss. But, to his luck, Luna’s voice came floating into his mind as he recalled a past conversation.

“I do have one, and I like it a lot, but it’s nowhere near as nice as that one.”

One. One what? Loki had an idea and a heavy feeling.

Racing out of Luna’s room, he charged through the open space to the picture of Luna’s mother. The one of her wearing an expensive saree. His eyes widened, realizing he'd snooped in the wrong place and disturbed the wrong item. Loki glanced at the kitchen clock. He had enough time to put everything back before his friend came home. He walked back to Luna’s room, swallowing nervously.

Gently, he ran his fingertips along the saree wrap cloth, feeling the energy it held. This was Luna’s one. Her one outfit representing her culture and heritage – what made up the core of her being – and he’d gone and disturbed it without a care in the world. For shame. Loki groaned and closed his eyes. He had an apology ready, but no one to apologize to.

He closed his eyes and, with his soul, reached out to Luna’s ancestors. Her family members from the mother country. The ones who survived so she could exist. Loki acknowledged the boundary he crossed and asked for their forgiveness. He folded and hung the clothes back where he got it from, hoping they would listen and grant his request. Feeling light in his chest, he smiled. They knew he was sincere.

Loki pushed the clothes into the order he found them in and closed the closet door. Enough snooping for today. He shut the bedroom door on his way out and ambled to the kitchen for an apple. The skin was crisp and the inside as savory as he liked. The apartment was quiet again. For now, Loki deserved it. A bit of hushed contemplation would do him some good. It was a curve, but he was learning.

Throwing the apple core away, he rinsed his hands and got a fresh glass of water. He took the book he had been reading and sat in the armchair by the window. Luna warranted a bit of good behavior from Loki, even though she was not there to see.

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Close to 3pm, Loki’s phone dinged with a new message from Peter. He marked his spot in his book and opened the text.

‘finally done! Wow the day felt long’

Loki grinned and responded.

‘I bet’

‘so where r u now? R u at the compound?’

‘no, im in lunas home’

‘ooooooh what do you do there all day’

Loki paused, deciding what to tell him.

‘read her books, watch her movies, listen to her music’

‘noah fence, but that sounds kinda boring :P’

“‘Noah fence?’" Loki muttered under his breath. "Oh, ‘no offense.' Right.”

‘it can be, but we go to the compound on Saturdays and out anywhere else’

‘nice nice nice! U comin by this weekend??? to the compound???? ?????’

Loki snickered at Peter’s apparent excitement. He humored the boy.

‘I might’

‘pls bcuz I have some stuff I wanna show u’

‘looking forward to it’

‘:D I have decathlon practice now, so txt l8r??’

‘sure. You know where to find me’

‘lol yeah’

Loki didn't bother texting back. Peter was busy studying with his friends, or so he imagined. He got up and turned his music back on, again, not bothering to change the CD. Good music deserved to be listened to.

His enjoyment was short-lived as his phone rang with a different tune, this one constant and more musical. Luna had shown him what it meant. Someone was calling him.

Loki looked at the screen and saw Luna’s name lit up. He pressed the green button and held it to his ear.

“H-hello?” he spoke.

He heard a light muffled gasp. “You answered! Yay!” Luna praised.

Loki smirked. “Yes, I did.”

“So, uh, hi.”

“Hi.”

Loki heard a distant cough. “Um, what are you doing right now?”

“Waiting for you. Listening to music and reading.”

“What are you reading? Anything interesting?”

"Oh, yes. In fact, it’s one of your biological science books.”

“Ooh, which one?”

Loki read the cover. “‘Four Billion Years’ by William Loomis.”

“Mm, good choice.”

He opened the book to a random page as though Luna was watching him and he had to prove it. “The genetic code is so complex. It’s no wonder you study it.”

“Yeah. There isn't a dull moment with it. So, which artist are you listening to?”

“A wonderful lady by the name of,” Loki picked up the CD case, “Marina.”

“Oh! Awesome!” Luna exclaimed. “And how do you like her?”

“Very much. She’s fantastically accomplished.”

“I had a feeling you would like her stuff. Which song do you like most so far?”

“I couldn’t possibly choose. They’re all good.”

“Just one. The other songs won’t feel less liked, I promise." She giggled, and so did he.

“Let’s see.” Loki flipped the case to the back and read the track list. "Uh, ‘Fear and Loathing.’ "

“Ooh, nice choice. I love that one. They're all good. I have several favorites.”

He hummed. “So, what are you doing now?”

“Taking a bit of a break. I called to tell you that I’m going to be late. Traffic is horrible right now, so it’s not safe for me to leave yet. I’m also working out some ideas for a new experiment.”

The fire of Loki’s interest was stoked. “Oh?”

“Mhm. It’ll be a DNA manipulation using CRISPR like last time, but I would have to redo an RNA template for the new organism.”

“Which one might you be using?”

“Zebrafish. I want to test healing time.”

“Why use a new one when you already have the first one?”

“Because zebrafish are larger than the worms and transparent, so I can see all the inner workings, even the blood vessels in real-time. I can nick one a little and see the movement of the cells as it heals the wound. They also have an organ system similar to humans so I can visualize things more easily than with a worm.”

Her job never ceased to capture him. He felt like he could watch her work all day.

“Amazing,” Loki breathed out.

“Yeah! I've seen a bunch of videos where they do that, and it's really cool, so I'm hoping to get some good results. Even if they don’t change from the average results of a non-mutated fish, it’s not nothing.”

“Of course, but may I speak freely?”

Luna chuckled low into the phone. “You may.”

“I think you will get a difference." He didn't wish to give anything away, but he was confident she would get something. If the worms could produce ice particles on their own, the fish would do the same.

“I will keep that in mind.”

“I suppose I should let you get back to work.”

“Yeah, I have some more things to finish up before I leave. Hopefully, the traffic will be a little more merciful on me.”

“Here’s to hoping.”

“Hm, yeah. Well, bye, Loki. See you at home.”

“Yeah. Bye.”

Loki listened to the buzzing silence on the other end of the line. Pressing the red button, he set his phone down and wandered back to the record player. A present from Stark. Luna got a pair of socks from Peter. And what from Loki? Nothing. As he pulled gently at the string bracelet around his wrist, he thought of her. Luna was the best friend he wished he had earlier in his life but never got. Now, he had her, but how has he repaid her kindness?

Loki gave to his kingdom for four years as its king, proving to his people he was better than the person he used to be. He had the capacity but lacked the resources. What could only he offer? Stark and Peter had more stable connections, but what did Loki have? What did they have together?

He looked around the room and noted all points of interest. They shared film, music, food, and dancing. Yes, dancing was a good place to start. She only did it with him. With nothing Asgardian to gift, he would have to settle for something earthly. Something she didn’t currently possess but would greatly enjoy.

Loki perused the CD shelf. He knew most of the artists, but he didn’t know what Luna didn’t have or if she would like something new. His eyes flitted from album to album and stopped on one he recognized: ‘Led Zeppelin IV.’ Their first dance was in there. Reading the spine of the case, Loki laughed under his breath. Luna was influencing him again, making him sentimental. But now, as an idea formed in his head, sentiment felt good.

His phone dinged, providing a momentary distraction.

‘done with the stuff. About to go on patrol so my messages will be here and there’

It was from Peter. Perfect timing.

‘alright, but one thing before you go’

‘yah??’

Loki took a deep breath and, with shaking hands, typed out his question.

‘how much do you know about vinyl records’

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Litany - Ch. 12/12

IT’S FINALLY HERE BABEY

okay pls stick around until the end bc I talk about Things and get sappy about this fic but @bombshellsandbluebells thank you thank you for editing this and loving this and not judging me for flinging chapters that only make a little sense into the void (this is what I get for not doing an outline lmao). I’m v blessed to have you in my life

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I have told you where I’m coming from, so put it together. We clutch our bellies and roll on the floor . . . When I say this, it should mean laughter, not poison. I want more applesauce. I want more seats reserved for heroes. Dear Forgiveness, I saved a plate for you. Quit milling around the yard and come inside.

Emori’s glass ornament catches the light from her window and casts beams of cool sunshine in fractures on the hallway wall. Murphy follows those beams to her doorway late on Christmas morning.

He watches as her smaller fingers caress the small delicate etchings there and smiles when he sees the fingers on her larger hand peeking out from the sleeve of her red and green sweater. She doesn’t cover it that often now, and he’s glad; his deep affection for the appendage has never wavered, and he likes seeing it out in the open every now and again, a sign of the comfort she’s found here.

Murphy watches her for another moment before knocking on her open door. She turns. Her hair is messy. She’s wearing the most hideous Christmas sweater he’s ever seen - bright red and green with tiny ornaments hooked into the neckline. He doesn’t have to touch her skin to know it’s warm, from both sleep and sun, and maybe some excitement too, if her flushed cheeks are telling the truth.

“Merry Christmas,” she says softly, a hesitant smile wrinkling the corner of her mouth. “Like my sweater?”

Murphy can’t help but laugh. “It’s...something.”

“Jasper gave it to me,” she says by way of explanation. “He, Monty and Octavia have matching ones.”

“Of course they do,” he grumbles, imagining the look on Raven’s face when she sees, and how Bellamy’s probably going to bust a nut. He must smirk at the thought, because Emori snorts and gives him a tiny smile. “What?”

“Nothing.” She shakes her head. Her hair swishes around her face, and a few strands of it catch on the ornaments on her neckline. “Damn, that’s going to get annoying.”

“Here, let me,” he says, reaching for her hair at the same time she does. Her hands fall back into place as she lets him smooth the hair back.

“Thanks,” she murmurs. Her eyes flick down to his mouth, then back up again. He thinks about saying thought that was my move, but bites his tongue, knowing he might get sucker-punched for it. He’s still not sure where they stand with one another, not after what he did and said, or after their small reconciliation the day after Thanksgiving.

She grins up at him, and suddenly it doesn’t matter. “Hey,” she says conspiratorially, “want to pull a prank?”

Of course he does.

They sneak downstairs and quietly divest the space under the tree of every gift underneath. They hide each wrapped package somewhere in the house; the more obscure, the better. Murphy is immensely proud of himself for thinking to hide his gift to Bellamy on the roof, right behind the chimney, and Raven’s in the oven.

“I hid Monty’s inside the couch,” Emori whispers to him as they scamper back up the stairs. Her eyes are shining with mischief. Murphy wonders if she ever pranked Otan. He also wonders if she’s ever had a Christmas the “traditional” way, but can’t think of a way to ask that wouldn’t be rude. Hey, at least he cares. It’s a start.

They stay in his room until the house wakes up. She walks around and reads the papers on his walls; he sits in his desk chair and watches her move carefully around the small space. Strands of her hair stick to the fuzz of her sweater. She looks warm; she radiates happiness. It’s a good look on her.

He shakes himself out of his snappiness just in time for Octavia’s door to bang open. “Merry Christmas, bitches!” she shouts, yelping as Lexa groans and probably throws something at her head. “Let’s get this bread!”

“Let’s get this- what?” Emori asks, adorably confused.

Murphy laughs and stands up. “Don’t ask. Come on, let’s go see the fruits of our labor.”

They make it downstairs just in time to hear the crunching of Bellamy’s tires on the snow outside and the roar of Zeke’s motorcycle. Murphy holds up one hand, counting down from five on his fingers. When he gets to one, Emori grins as Bellamy hollers, “What the hell?!”

“Nailed it,” Emori singsongs. Murphy snorts.

The door bangs open and Bellamy sticks his head in. “You put my present on the damn roof?!” he shouts.

Murphy grins impishly. “What makes you think it was me?”

Raven opens the oven door, then throws her hands up in exasperation. “Seriously, Murphy? Again?”

“It was my idea,” Emori says, her eyes laughing but her face straight. Raven rolls her eyes, but there’s a smile there that tells Murphy she’s just glad the two of them are working together on something.

Murphy snorts as Monty jumps up to retrieve a package hidden atop the microwave. Emori blinks at him. “Wait… Raven said ‘again’...”

“Oh yeah.” Murphy tilts his head and smiles. “I may or may not have done this last year.”

Emori smirks. “And here I thought I was original.”

Bellamy stomps into the kitchen, tracking snow on the tile. Raven squawks and swats him with a kitchen towel, but he ignores her. “Whatever this is,” he says, holding a damp package aloft, “I don’t want it.”

“You say that now,” Emori singsongs, then leans over to whisper in Murphy’s ear, “It’s a book. He’s going to love it. And I wrapped it in plastic, anyway.”

Bellamy peels off said plastic and drops it in the sink. As Jasper, Monty, Octavia and Lexa clatter down the stairs, he rips off the soggy paper and gives Emori a soft smile. “Thank you,” he says, holding the book up so she can see the cover, even though she’s the one who gave it to him. “I love it.”

Murphy’s heart warms when Emori grins. “I knew it!” she cheers to herself quietly, pumping her fist, a gesture no doubt learned from Monty.

The rest of the house starts ripping into presents too; Raven throws the crow-printed socks Murphy gave her at his head, Lexa races to the kitchen to pour orange juice into her “Classy, Sassy and a Little Smart-Assy” mug from Octavia, and Emori wraps herself up in the massive knitted scarf Murphy found at a street market in the city.

“This is the best present I’ve ever gotten, John,” she says, her smile as warm as the wool wrapped around her neck. “Thank you.”

Murphy’s heart feels like it’s going to leap out of his chest. “You’re welcome.”

When she leans forward to peck him on the cheek, he flinches forward and to the side ever-so-slightly and their lips touch for a brief moment. Monty wolf-whistles and Jasper cheers while Emori covers her mouth with her smaller hand and blinks shyly at him.

“I’m sorry-“ he stammers, but Emori leans forward again, throwing her arms around his shoulders and kissing him soundly on the mouth. “Oh.”

“Get it, J!” Raven yells while Lexa groans something about straight people being unable to control themselves.

“Merry Christmas, John,” Emori whispers. She gets to her feet, scarf still wrapped around her shoulders, and pads to the kitchen in search of coffee, leaving a stunned Murphy and his delighted friends behind.

Breakfast and lunch are haphazard affairs since everyone agreed they’d rather save room for the massive dinner Bellamy, Murphy and Zeke are preparing. Zeke shows up around noon, bearing bags full of groceries and presents. Luna follows him a moment later, Costia in tow. Lexa looks delighted, if not a little terrified, to see her surrogate older sister commiserating with her girlfriend.

“Relax,” Murphy tells her. “This could end really well for you.”

“Or really poorly,” Lexa mutters, eyeing Luna. “Luna’s a straight shooter. She could scare Cos away if she doesn’t approve.”

“My kind of woman,” Murphy remarks, yelping when Raven smacks him upside the head. “Ow?!”

“Your kind of woman is over there, and she’s the jealous type,” Raven says, pointing a thumb at Emori, who’s standing on the kitchen counter, digging around in the cabinet.

“Not jealous,” Emori calls over her shoulder, “Just possessive.”

Lexa wiggles her eyebrows. Raven rolls her eyes, and Luna laughs into her coffee cup.

Bellamy starts to get agitated around three when the roast for dinner isn’t cooking right. Murphy tries to help - it is his crockpot, after all - but quickly gets derailed when he realizes the kitchen is not big enough for all three cooks.

“Sorry, man,” he says to Zeke, whose efforts to shimmy behind Murphy failed after Murphy stepped back, almost whacking Raven’s almost-boyfriend in the head in the process.

“Oh no, no, you’re fine,” Zeke says, quick-stepping over Bellamy’s leg and putting a pan on the counter.

“What did you just say?” Raven calls from the living room, where she’s trying to install the new coding software Bellamy got her for Christmas.

“I said he was fine,” Zeke says.

“How Midwestern of you,” Costia remarks drily.

Zeke raises an eyebrow at her. “How did you know?”

“It’s easy to tell,” she says. “You say words funny.”

Raven hoots. Zeke groans and disappears into Raven’s room, where they’re storing all their coats. After a moment, Raven goes to join him.

“Have fun, Reyes,” Murphy calls after her.

“Fuck straight off, Murphy,” she replies. Emori whistles. When her eyes meet Murphy’s, she stands up.

“John, I forgot to give you your card,” she says. Murphy carefully picks his way across the crowded kitchen and dining room to reach her. She hands him a small envelope, then disappears upstairs before he can even break the seal.

The card’s printed sentiment is lame, but her written words aren’t. To his surprise and embarrassment, Murphy can’t help but blink back some tears as he reads. If anyone notices, they know better than to comment.

John,

Christmas is supposed to be a time for family, but my family isn’t here this year. I thought I would be heartbroken, but I’m not. You are my family, and so is Raven and everyone else. I’m not good at this sappy shit - clearly, since I wrote a swear word in a Christmas card - but I’m going to try.

When I answered Raven’s ad, I had no idea the love and safety you all would bring into my life. Thank you for your part in that. Thank you for loving me how you are able to, and thank you for trying to love me better by loving yourself. I see you, and I love you.

Merry Christmas, John. Never forget how loved you are, by me and everyone else.

-Em

During dinner, they sit at the dining room table and on the floor in the living room, spreading their Christmas Eve feast over end tables and folding chairs that no one wants to sit on for some reason. Murphy sits at the table elbow-to-elbow with Raven and Emori; Zeke and Bellamy sit across from them. Monty, Jasper, Lexa, Octavia and Costia sprawl on the floor, while Luna and Echo take over the couch. Raven tries to play music two separate times - “It’s for the Ambiance,” Octavia says, and Murphy just knows the capital A is implied - but the noise coming from all corners of the house renders that effort more chaotic than mood-setting.

Murphy keeps sneaking glances at Emori. Her eyes shine with excitement and delight as she takes a massive serving of Zeke’s now-famous corn casserole. She grins when Raven starts roasting Bellamy for only getting books for Christmas. She even smiles at Murphy once or twice, which sends his heart rate through the ceiling.

Echo finishes first and starts in on the dishes. Bellamy follows, brushing her shoulder with his hand as he leans past her to start drying plates. Murphy watches them over his shoulder, the confidence in their movements, the ease with which they exist in one another’s space. When he turns back to face the table, he locks eyes with Emori and sees his longing and jealousy mirrored there.

Time slows down in the moments between clearing his plate and ending up in Emori’s room. Somehow he ends up at her bedroom door looking at her back, braced against the window frame, her legs swinging over the window’s edge, hair blowing in the cold West Virginia wind. It’s a mirror of this morning’s moment, or maybe an inversion, since her back is to him in this instance, though her face is turned upward.

“I never had a Christmas like this,” he hears her say to the wind. He steps inside her room but doesn’t shut the door. “With people and presents and noise and happiness.”

“Was it- Did you like it?” He winces at his own verbal ineptitude.

She nods, sniffs and looks over her shoulder. Her eyes glitter in the pale light from the hall. “Come sit with me,” she says softly, beckoning with her smaller hand.

When he’s comfortably seated with his head leaning against the window frame, his body snug between it and Emori’s legs, she rests her forehead on his shoulder and speaks to his upper arm. “I miss you.”

The distance between him is his own doing. The ache in his chest is, too. “I’m sorry.”

How do I cross the line between us? he wants to ask, but doesn’t want to come off either dramatic or desperate, even though he is both, just by nature.

“Thank you for your card,” he says softly. He turns, rests his chin atop her head, and resists the urge to press a kiss atop it. “It meant a lot.”

“I meant it.” Her voice is muffled. She doesn’t look up at him, but he can feel the wrinkle of her forehead through his sweater.

“You okay?”

She lifts her head. There’s a look in her eyes, equal parts caged animal and hesitant human. “If I let you in, you can’t hurt me. I won’t let you.”

Murphy takes a deep breath. Here, on his side of the drawn line, there is everything he is ashamed of. On her side, there is the smile in her voice when she speaks to him and the soft way she says his given name.

“I can’t promise I won’t hurt you,” he says slowly. “But I won’t try to.”

Emori smiles, sudden and blinding. She turns to face him, shifting so she’s straddling the windowsill. The ornaments on her God-awful sweater glint and tap together as she moves.

“Okay.” She kisses him on the cheek, then the nose. He grins. “Let’s start over.”

Murphy leans forward and presses his lips to hers, a proper kiss this time. When she laughs against his mouth, his chest expands. Then he’s the one who laughs as he remembers a line from a particular Christmas movie.

“What?” she asks, pulling away. And then Raven’s voice sounds from the doorway, where she’s leaning against the frame, looking as self-satisfied as he’s ever seen her.

“‘And the Grinch’s small heart’,” she quotes dramatically, a shit-eating grin wide on her face, “‘grew three sizes that day’.”

Emori howls with laughter. The foot dangling from the window kicks in the air. Murphy reaches for the nearest pillow near the foot of Emori’s bed and chucks it at Raven, who shrieks and limps downstairs. Murphy catches up to her by sliding down the bannister and tosses the couch’s blanket over her head, then proceeds to tickle her in the stomach until she goes to her knees, laughing and wheezing and pushing a worried Zeke away.

Murphy looks up after pulling the blanket off Raven’s head and locks eyes with Emori, who hovers at the top of the stairs, one hand on the bannister, one hand on the first step down. It’s a mirror of a moment during her first day at home: her hesitant eyes, Murphy and Raven on the couch, his nonchalant “you can come down.”

An invitation, he thinks. A request, maybe, and certainly an assurance that no matter where he is, she belongs. That no matter where she is, he is wanted.

“You can come down,” he says to her quietly. She takes a step down. Behind him, Zeke helps Raven to her feet.

“You can come down,” Murphy says to her again, remembering waiting at the bottom of the stairs on their first date, awestruck at her beautiful dress and the warmth in her cheeks.

Emori’s feet hit the floor beside him. She slings her arm around his shoulder and he reaches up to play with the long fingers of her left hand. While watching Monty, Raven and Zeke make a nest on the couch to watch The Nightmare Before Christmas, Murphy presses a kiss to every part of her hand he can reach.

“Dear Forgiveness,” he hears her murmur, almost to herself, in that casual, thoughtful way, “I saved a place for you. Quit milling around the yard and come inside.”

She kisses him on the cheek, disentangles herself from him, and goes to sit beside Raven, squealing when the other girl’s cold feet make contact with her bare ankles. Murphy watches them all, lit by the kitchen light and the glow of the TV, and wonders if it’s possible for a heart to break from happiness.

If it is, he supposes, as he leans his forearms against the couch inches from Raven’s head, he’ll gladly handle this kind of heartbreak now until forever.

Yeet yeet babey we did it

The end of this story is bittersweet for me in a strange way. I started writing Litany during a time in my life where I was not doing well, mentally, physically or emotionally. This story became a strange form of catharsis, a way for me to access the dark things in me and process them through the eyes of a character who resembles me in ways I'd rather not think about.

As Murphy and Emori learned and grew and recovered, I tried to do the same. Clearly, I'm not there yet (as evidenced by the two times I almost deleted this fic on a self-destructive whim). But there's always hope as long as you learn how to forgive yourself.

If you're dealing with stuff like this, please talk to someone. A parent, a teacher, a friend, a therapist, someone. My asks on Tumblr are always open (my Tumblr name is the same as here). We all need a Raven, an Emori, a Bellamy and a Luna sometimes.

Thanks for reading this. I hope you liked it. I'll see you soon, never fear :)

Much love, Amanda

#litany fic #long post #dailymemori #maelidpoetree #maskingtapepoetree #(in case you're still tracking the old tag)#bombshellsandbluebells #daisytachi #doortotomorrow #sarcasticdebate #memori fanfic

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prismatisk · 7 years ago

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i was tagged by jingyi @jungeunwoo!!

tagging @k-kyungwon @kylapristin @jiekyeong @softkyla (no pressure ofc!!)

rules: answer the questions, then tag bloggers you want to get to know better!

name: beatriz

nicknames: bia, bee

height: 162cm which is about 5′3 i think??

birthday: september 26

star sign: libra

orientation: baby bi bi bi (personally way more into girls tho asgdjah)

nationality: brazillian

favourite fruit: strawberries, bananas, watermelon (i love fruits in general)

favourite season: autumn and spring

favourite flower: i don’t really know??? maybe hibiscus... i don’t know much about flowers lol

favourite scent: plants after the rain. i think it’s called petrichor

favourite colour/s: blue, green. lately i’ve been more into yellow too

favourite animal/s: dogs!! i also really like cats

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: tea for sure

average sleep hours: it used to be about 5 hours but i’ve been trying to get at least seven now

dog or cat person: both

favourite fictional character(s): oh there are a bunch i really like... luna lovegood, clarke griffin, hiccup, rosa diaz. this changes around fairly often for me tho haha

lucky number(s): 3 and 14

hobbies: watching series, reading. i love to play the guitar but with college i haven’t had much time to do that... also swimming! listening to music and spacing out too i guess lmao

what I’m wearing rn: black pants, blue sweatshirt with the number 28 on it, white socks, my glasses

dream job: i’d love to work with clean energy, particularly researching and developing new technology. something related to urban planning would be nice too tbh

favourite food: uhhh this is way too hard LMAO. i guess that rice and fruits in general? i also love cake

number of blankets you sleep with: one rn, but it’ll be two in the winter

favourite bands: pristin! also exid and wonder girls

favourite solo artist in kpop: boa!!! she owns my ass

song stuck in my head: mercy / gatekeeper by hayley kiyoko

last movie i watched: coco! it was amazing and i cried. a lot.

dream trip: there are seriously so many places i’d love to visit. i’m gonna say greece and canada bc they’ve been on my list for years now

blog created: august 2017

i post: pristin and sometimes other girl groups

why did I choose my url: i wanted something related to prismatic but all other urls were taken akjsdhkas

random fact: i’m always cold, to a point where it’s ridiculous (i usually take at least a scarf with me when i go out)

#tag games #thanks for tagging me! ♡#also if by any chance someone that knows me irl follows me here they're not gonna have any doubts about who i am ajhsdgjhasgdj wow

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weascleys · 8 years ago

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tag game

i’ve been tagged by a solid 5 people to do this and i’m finally getting around to it. sorry it took so long!

i really have no idea how many people have done this so i’m just gonna tag a whole bunch @dailyprophet @thcodorcnott @bezocr @pcctters @fjrebolt @fleurrdelacour @mxrcusflint @padampatil @nargles @siriusisntdead and anyone else who wants to do this!!

nicknames: my name is deven but some people call me dev

star sign: gemini height: 5′4 sexual orientation: bisexual AS FUCK. i love guys but i also love girls. i suppose you could call me pansexual because i really couldn’t give less of a damn about gender though ethnicity: i’m white but if you wanna get specific i’m italian, scottish, and irish current time: 4:00pm on a tuesday last thing i googled: urban decay full spectrum pallette LMAO favorite music artist(s): fuck ok knuckle puck, the story so far, SALES, girlpool, ed sheeran, beyonce, lady gaga, bon iver, iron & win, eminem, idk man my music taste is all over the place song stuck in my head: american beauty by girlpool last movie i watched: idk probably harry potter last tv show i watched: the office what i’m wearing rn:: sweatpants, a tank top, a cardigan, a scarf, and ugg boots (it’s like 70 degrees outside but i don’t care i value my comfort) blog created: jesus idk like 2014??? but i just recently turned it into a hp blog. this blog started off as a band imagines blog (like pierce the veil and shit) how cringy is that follower count: 1.6k and i’m still in awe over that i love you all so much what do i post: literally like 98% and some aesthetic stuff if it strikes my fancy enough why did i choose my url: bc i’m obsessed with the weasleys LOL gender identity: female hogwarts house: gryffindor what tf is up boi average hours of sleep: i have no idea tbh it differs. like i literally slept for like 20 hours yesterday bc i was FUCKED UP lucky number: 7 (lol it rhymes with my name) favorite characters: mf george weasley, fred weasley, ginny weasley, luna lovegood, harry potter, & remus lupin dream job: a hair and makeup artist :) number of blankets i sleep with: it depends. 1-2 favorite fruit: I LOVE BANANAS LIKE WHY DOES EVERYONE HATE THEM. and i like watermelon and blueberries favorite season: fall/winter favorite book: harry potter and the order of the phoenix favorite flower: roses and peonies favorite scent: i FUCK with the smell of cinnamon favorite color: deep maroon or pastel pink or black favorite animal: DOGGOs coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: i love coffee cat or dog person: DOGDOGDOG I’M SUCH I DOG PERSON I LOVE THE DOGGOS dream trip: everywhere. i just want to travel the world and experience as many cultures as i can

#not hp #me #misc: text #about me #tag game

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allthingsravenclaw · 8 years ago

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1000 Follower Harry Potter Tag!

Hi ravenclaws! To celebrate 1000 followers, I decided to answer 20 questions about Harry Potter. I made this tag myself, but it’s mostly a collection of questions from other ones. This will be a long post, so let’s get started!

1: Favorite book?

Deathly Hallows :)

2: Favorite movie?

Sorcerer’s Stone, it gives me feel-good vibes

3: Least favorite book?

Order of the Phoenix... it was a little too hard on poor Harry ):

4: Least favorite movie?

Same answer as above ^^^

5: Favorite male character?

Fred <3

6: Least favorite male character?

Snape ):< I hate him so much. I don’t buy into the whole “He loved Lily so that makes his years of abusive behavior okay!” thing. Fight me

7: Favorite female character?

Luna!!!! I love her so much! She brings out the creative and fantasy-like side of being a Ravenclaw, a part that is often overlooked.

8: Least favorite female character?

Evil Umbridge of course

9: Favorite family?

The Weasleys or the Malfoys :)

10: The most important question- what’s your Hogwarts house?

RAVENCLAW! I love my house so much, hence the creation of this blog.

11: Why do you feel you belong in your house?

Because I value my intelligence, creativity, resourcefulness, wit, open-mindedness, and passion for learning above all. You don’t have to have all of these traits to be in Ravenclaw though!

12: Who would be your best friend in the HP universe?

Luna!! I like to think I would get along well with the Golden Trio too.

13: Who would you marry/date in the HP universe?

Fred or George- I’m attracted to a sense of humor ;)

14: Have you ever been to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter? Do you own any merch? Have you tried butter beer/other Harry Potter foods?

I went once and I loved it! I tried butterbeer, Bertie Botts Every-Flavor Beans, and a chocolate frog :o I own a Ravenclaw scarf, my own wand (though I’m pretty sure I lost it) and a couple other things shared with my sister.

15: Favorite professor?

Professor Lupin because I love Lupin!

16: Favorite class?

I think I would enjoy Potions, Care of Magical Creatures, and Charms.

17: Favorite marauder?

Moony!

18: Which spell/charm would you most like to learn?

Accio so I’d never have to get up lmao

19: Favorite method of magical transportation?

Broomsticks all the way! I would love to be able to fly.

20: Favorite thing about the Harry Potter fandom?

I love how the different houses have helped people “find” themselves, and think about their identity. I also love that the fandom will never die!!!

So there you go! 20 questions about Harry Potter. Feel free to use this tag :) Find out more about me by using my ask box! Or message me anytime to make friends <3

#claire chats #thank you for 1000 followers everyone!#harry potter #hp #ravenclaw #ravenclaw house #ravenclaw pride #slytherin #gryffindor #hufflepuff #jk rowling #the cursed child #fbawtft #fantastic beasts and where to find them #luna lovegood #fred weasley #ron weasley #hermione granger

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vikingqueer · 8 years ago

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All the sapphic asks. All of them

buddy… i am but a simple gay

this got pretty long, so it’s under the cut

1. sun sapphic or moon sapphic?I think the moon is so cool but also the sun is yellow, which is my favourite colour. Going with the floating space rock though.

3. photobooth sapphic or polaroid sapphic?Polaroid, I’m a slut for fun cameras.

4. stargazing sapphic or cloud watching sapphic?Stargazing with lots of blankets bc i am cold

5. eggs on toast sapphic or avocado on toast sapphic?Both, not on the same toast though.

6. concert sapphic or festival sapphic?Festival, even though I’m the type who goes for just a day or two

7. flowers sapphic or love letters sapphic?Fuck this, flowers with love letters in them

8. camping sapphic or cute b&b sapphic?Camping, probably

9. sweet sapphic or sassy sapphic?idk man, i guess sassy.

10. bunny slippers sapphic or fuzzy socks sapphic?Fuzzy socks oh my gosh

11. fete sapphic or markets sapphic?idk what a fete is. sounds like feta. but probably not cheese, so markets.

12. brunch sapphic or dinner sapphic?dinner, not good at food in the morning

13. road trip sapphic or airplane sapphic?depends on where i’m going and time of year and all. like sure let’s drive to germany, but not farther than italy.

14. potted plant sapphic or flower bunch sapphic?potted plants. i have 5 in my room

15. surprise sweet texts sapphic or secret hidden notes sapphic?both

16. getting a handmade zine sapphic or getting a painting sapphic?mmm painting, i think

17. library date sapphic or drive in movie sapphic?i’ve never been to a drive in but it seems p cool

18. witch sapphic or mermaid sapphic?witch, the best parts of the viking age were withcraft and gender equality

19. bubble bath sapphic or pool sapphic?pool, i love swimming though i’m not very good at it

20. mix cd trade sapphic or favourite book trade sapphic?favourite book trade, i feel like everyone thinks my music taste is weird

21. mysterious sapphic or open sapphic?idk??? honestly???

22. morning sapphic or night owl sapphic?based on my sleep schedule i’d say night owl

23. tree climbing date sapphic or video game arcade date sapphic?Didn’t go to a kindergarten with a literal forest for nothing, tree climbing

24. choc top sapphic or popcorn sapphic?popcorn are my life

25. snapchat sapphic or instagram sapphic?snapchat, i’ve never really gotten the hang of instagram

26. botanical gardens sapphic or planetarium sapphic?FUCK. my two great loves, plants and space. planetarium if i got the opportunity, been to a few botanical gardens

27. tea sapphic or coffee sapphic?hard one, but i am very passionate about tea

29. beach sapphic or rainforest sapphic?beach def.

30. bra sapphic or bra-less sapphic?depends on occasion ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

31. hermione sapphic, luna sapphic or ginny sapphic?hermione, i relate to her very much

32. beanie sapphic or scarf sapphic?beanie, now that i’ve once again dug it up.

33. space sapphic or history sapphic?S P A C E

34. make-out session sapphic or cuddle session sapphic?both are v good

35. museum sapphic or art gallery sapphic?idk about u but in denmark art galleries barely exist, they’re all museums. But also museum.

36. farmers markets sapphic or second-hand clothes market sapphic?Farmers market, i’d much rather spend money on food than clothes

37. crafternoons sapphic or movie marathon sapphic?Crafternoons, I have a tendency to fall asleep during movie marathons

39. giggling sapphic or resting bitch face sapphic?probably the latter tbh

40. make brownies together sapphic or make pasta together sapphic?make paste together, then make brownies for dessert

41. sloth video sapphic or llama baby video sapphic?sloth video i guess? this is such a weird question?

42. face masks sapphic or manicures sapphicface masks. i cant do nailpolish and my nails are always short, i play the goddamn violin ffs.

43. lighthouse sapphic or waterfall sapphic?waterfalls holy shit we have like 2 in Denmark and they’re tiny but waterfalls are so fuckin cool

44. morning walks sapphic or sleeping in sapphic?sleeping in

45. jacket with pins sapphic or jacket with patches sapphic?i’ve literally never had either. pins are cool though and i can’t sew

47. watch the sunrise sapphic or breakfast in bed sapphic?watch the sunrise

48. live music sapphic or live theatre sapphic?live music

49. karaoke sapphic or bar-hopping sapphic?karaoke lmao idc

50. gingerbread house decorating sapphic or christmas tree decorating sapphic?christmas tree, im a tree hoe.

#Am is a loser #ask #anon #Anonymous

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