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charlotteswriting · 4 years ago

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Anon said: “Hii! I don’t know if you have a limit of characters but can you do Shuichi, Hajime, Fuyuhiko, Nagito, Kazuichi and Kokichi confessing? If you can’t do to all of them is totally ok! :)”

Hi, anon! I made Headcanons of Hajime and Shuichi already :’) But I can do it one more time for you!!!<3

Shuichi Saihara

He’s soooo shy

He feels himself comfortable around you but also uncomfortable because you’re so attractive wtf

Also he loves your personality 11037% because you’re such an angel and never judge him

Him opening up is kind of hard, he’d get help 100%

Kaito, the best bro, helping him

Not totally making a script

Kaito and Shuichi prepare the environment. The atmosphere is just like how he wanted it to be!!

The only problem,, he’s being hesitant now

Seriously, Shuichi, NOW? Out of ALL THE TIMES?

“Come on! I already sent them the letter. No running away now!” Kaito yells

HE DID WHAT? Shuichi didn’t know about this

Okay, he’s right. He CAN’T leave now for the god’s sake

And you arrive

And you see Shuichi

You’re immediately like, “Shuichi? Was it you? This isn’t your handwriting-”

“Y/n,, I need... To tell you something.”

HE WANTS TO CRY SO BAD. WHY IS HE GETTING WEIRD STARES FROM YOU?!

“What is it?” You ask patiently- you can tell what is it by the environment tho-

“Well, I, um, the truth is...” He finally looks up, being hesitant, eyes not meeting you for few second, “I’ve been taking a liking with you for a while now, and...”

Kaito is like: Bro, stop being so lame

JUST WHAT DO YOU EXPECT HIM TO SAY, KAITO???

And before he finishes, you just walk to him and straight up pull him into a hug

HIS HEART-

“Shuichiii... I like you, too,” Is all you say

HE’S NOT CRYING, HE’S NOT CRYING, HE’S NOT CRYING-

He is

Guess who’s official now

Hajime Hinata

He’s been thinking if he should confess his feelings for you for a while now

And he’s been avoiding you for a while because of that,,

You’re worried if you did something wrong

So you decide to call him

He picks it up after 0,000003 seconds

Ha! Can’t resist. He’s been missing hearing your voice

“Hajime?”

“Y/n?”

Long silence.

“Uhmmmm,, are you okay?” You ask weirdly

“Uhhh, sure! I’m okay.”

Another long pause

“Come on, you don’t have to lie, at least not through phone,,” You say, you sound kind of sad to him (yOU OBVIOUSLY ARE WTF HAJIME

“I’m...,” He stutters, feeling his cheeks heaten up

This only happened when he saw you. Hearing your voice also does that to him??

“It’s okay, Hajime. But could you at least tell me the reason you’re avoiding me?” You patiently ask. You don’t want him to hang up without telling you

“I’ve been avoiding?? You??” He says, but you don’t buy it. You just wait for his reply

“...I’m a bad actor, huh...?” He sighs, “Well... Y/n, I’ll be honest with you.”

This is what you wanted to hear from the start.

“I,, you didn’t do anything wrong, you’re only being nice to me! There’s no way I’d avoid you on purpose,, I, I just... Uh, I like you, Y/n,” Words slip out of his mouth, “And I don’t want that to ruin our friendship, so I was trying to keep it to myself... Ever since then.”

He hears some weird noises from your side.

“Uhhh, Y/n? Are you there?”

“Yeah, I’m running.”

You. WHAT?

“What?”

“I’m running to your house.” Bold Y/n Bold

“Why would you do that?”

“Because feelings mutual, dummy,” You hang up, only to leave him staring at his phone blankly

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

Omg he’d be the most romantic one!!

He’d put so much thought and emotion into it when preparing around

He’d even try to prepare the food- Peko helping him 100%

He’s just sooo excited

You didn’t expect the Baby Gangsta to suddenly call you to come over

He sends you the adress

You’re suspicious?? You don’t know that place??

Is he going to kill you??

Of course not!! He wouldn’t do anything like that........ To you, at least.

Anyways, after half of an hour, you arrive at the place. It’s a beach

It’s dark, you don’t see a thing-

“Fuyuhiko... Where’re you?” You ask nervously, looking around to see him

You don’t look where you step and and almost fall down

“Gotcha,”

Omg- it’s him

“Y/n, are you okay?”

That’s so cuteeee

You just nod as he takes you to the place

Wow. The boy made a whole romantic dinner scene at the beach. Just for you

You rub your eyes.

IS THIS REAL??

“Hey... Don’t just stare, sit.”

You do as he says and look around you. You’re so surprised

“Don’t tell me you don’t like it,” He says, sounding offended

“Oh, noo, I like it. I like it so much, actually,”

HE’S SO SMUG

“Hehe, knew it.”

“Did you make it all yourself?”

“No... Peko helped me a lot.”

You two don’t talk for a long while... And just then, you both call your names at the same time-

Aww

“Ah, you go first,” You say, because you’re faster than him

“I, okay, well, I guess you kind of expect why I organized this all, right...?” He asks, even he is unsure.

You blink as you feel your cheeks getting hot

“Well, it’s because,, I wanted to surprise you, and make you happy, I think I did a pretty good job, right?” He says jokingly, but you can see how nervous he is with this whole thing “And... This isn’t all. I wanted to... Tell you something. You’re someone... Really important to me, you know? And I keep wanting to spend more time with you,, that sounds so lame, doesn’t it?” He laughs as he looks at your face, “Well, it’s true. I like you, I like you a lot,”

HE’S THE SWEETEST. I-

Before he says more, you give him a kiss

It’s a soft, yet passionate kiss

When you break the kiss, he hides his face, clearly blushing, “Idiot... Don’t do something so sudden.”

Do it again.

Nagito Komaeda

Oh noooo

His inferiority complex: Let’s us introduce ourselves

He wants to, but he CAN’T.

Why would you even want to be something more than friends when he’s just trash???

Why would you even want to be close to him. As a friend or less

You have no reason to be

He can’t catch feelings, he can’t catch feelings

But he can’t help but fall for you, you’re just so nice... That you’re all he wants

He’s so sad he doesn’t have a chance with you

“Nagitooo!” You call for him as you run towards him

He forgets about those thoughts and looks at you as you cross the street to meet him

“Wow, you didn’t need to tire yourself just to meet trash like me, you know, Y/n?”

“If you call yourself that one more time, I’ll start throwing hands,” You say threatening, but in a cute way (In his eyes at least)

“Calm down... I was just joking, hahaha,”

He doesn’t get it

You’re always following him around and stuff... Don’t you ever get bored of him?

He thinks he’s nothing special...

“Y/n, don’t you have anything more important to do?”

“Other than you? Nope!”

NOT TOTALLY BLUSHING. STOP BLUSHING

“I, hahaha, to think that I’m actually important, you sure have a kind soul, Y/n!” He says with a soft smile, “I’m so amazed by your words, you never fail to make me feel actually good about myself. I feel so happy that I could fall for you.”

He speaks like that again,, you never know if he means that or he doesn’t.

Nagito is like being friendly or flirty with you at the same time- You can never read him

Well, his words always make you blush... Since you took a liking of him for couple of months now;;

“Ah, you’re silent. Did my words make you uncomfortable? I’m sorry I won’t do-”

“No, no, it’s fine...” You cut him off.

“Oh, okay then... I guess you don’t really mind stuff like that. Actually... Talking about my feelings makes me feel a lot better, but at the same time I feel like my heart will explode, you know?”

You just stare at him before nodding. “Yeah...”

You know he pretty much confessed his feelings to you just seconds ago-

And is cool with it.

BUT YOU’RE pretty much INTERNAL SCREAMING?

“I,, too, like you,”

“That’s such a nice thing to say,” A soft smile appears on his face again

“I meant in a romantic way, Nagito,”

“Yep, yep!” He says jokingly

You just pout and rise on your foot before planting a kiss on his cheek

He feels himself blush, and tries to force a smile, but can’t.

“Wait... Were you serious?”

“I don’t joke around about stuff like that, Nagito. I don’t lie, either.”

Seems it’s his lucky day today.

Kazuichi Souda

He knows he has the biggest crush on you

Everybody does. Including you

And what’s he gonna do about it??

Gonna tell everyone about how much he loves you, well, except you, of course! ^^

Everybody is so done with him bringing you out out of blue

Kazuichi, just be quiet. <3

Just confess your feelings for them already!! he. CAN’T. He thinks you’d reject him before he confessed </3 That’s so sad actually because Kaz is great

But you know,, he pretty much confesses to you every second he sees you lol

Doesn’t need to say the word “I love you” A simple compliment from him enough to express his love for you

“Y/n, you’re my sunshine, you light up my day,” He says cheesly, you laugh at his statement

Yep, he’s like that everyday

“Y/nnn!”

He is walking up to you. You smile at him before seeing the big grin on his face

“What’s so funny? Are you finally going to confess your undying love to me?” You tease him

“Yes.”

eXCUSE ME??

Kaz, this is too straight forward, this isn’t how it works-

Soo, he asks his friends for help

Gundham gives him the worst idea

But what’s he gonna do? Listen to him

Even Sonia supports Gundham’s idea-

Well, the plan is pretty much locking you two in a classroom so he can take the time he wants before confessing to you

And when he’s done, they’ll let you out

Sounds legit!!!

....Right?

When you notice your not totally stolen bag is missing, you immediately make your way to classroom!

To yOuR lUck, you find it!!

“There you are. I’m so dumb, how did I forget my bag?” You say and grab the bag. When you make your way out of the class, the door won’t budge.

“Eh?!” You panick and try to open it up. Not working, it’s locked up. “You’ve gotta be kidding me!” You say before you drop your bag and lean your back on the door and sitting on the ground

“I’m supposed to take a test... Damn...”

“You sound depressed.”

“KAZUICHI?!?!”

He just?? Comes out of the?? Closet in the classroom??? And fuckingmwaves??

“What’re you doing in here?!”

“I’m pretty much in the same situation as you, Y/n!” He says cheerfully. Liar. He almost sounds happy to be stuck with you

“You seem almost happy,” You say calmly

“Well, I am, because I’m stuck with you,”

He doesn’t miss a chance to flirt, does he...

You look down and sigh,, then you blankly look at him, “Kaz,, you didn’t need to lock us in a classroom to spend private time with me. We can always hangout after school, you know?” You say, somehow you understand him

“Yeah... But-” He walks towards you and takes your hands in his, “How am I supposed to confess my love for you, then? You... Never take me serious.”

You blink. Like 3 times.

“Don’t give me weird stares! This is what you always do, you never reject me nor accept my feelings!”

“Kaz, I thought everybody new we are official by now-”

“Wait, what?”

“I mean- You didn’t know? I accepted your feelings,, like a week ago?” You say confused, but he’s even more confused than you.

You sigh. You’re so done with him. “I can’t believe you didn’t even know I’m dating you. Sonia, Gundham, open the door. I’m leaving.”

They do as you say. You step out of the classroom and wave at them, not even looking at Kazuichi who’s yelling behind you

“Y/n!! Love, please wait, we can talk this out, my sunshine!!!”

And they say romance is dead

Kokichi Ouma

Burn his feelings </3

Okay, okay, don’t. He needs love too

Especially if it’s you

He did know he was catching feelings and he let himself do this on purpose

Just teasing you non stop and spending time with you were enough, but the Gremlin wanted more

“Oh my gooood, they’re so perfect, Shuichiiii,”

“...Who?”

“For the last time, of course I’m talking about Y/n!”

He’s been ranting about you like- for hours-

Well, he knew he had to confess his undying love for you very soon

That day, you were really tired and he’s been really pissing you off

So much that Maki nearly killed him. You told her it’s okay but you wished Kokichi to leave soon

But he didn’t, so you left instead <3 You were sleepy

But he started... Following you??

“Y/n, Y/n, I know you know I’m following you!” He happily states. Is he confessing his crimes?!

“Yeah, I’ve... Noticed,” You say and smile

“You’re really silent today, Y/n, is anything wrong?”

“No... But I think you’re really loud today, Kokichi,” You say and look down at him. “Aww, that’s so unlike you! Seriously, is anything wrong?” Even though he’s talking like his normal self, he’s worried

“Well,” You say nervously, “I heard some... Odd things,”

“Odd things? Like what?” He is reaaaally interested in what you say, he brings his face closer to yours. “Uh, it’s nothing to worry about. Good night.” You say and immediately run away

He stands there like 🧍‍♂️

Sigh,,, how does he not know what you heard? Everybody’s talking about how the little bitch likes you

Seriously, you can’t tell if he’s messing with you, or serious “Come on, there’s no way he likes me! He’s just messing around...” You try to convince yourself and finally lie down in the bed, getting ready to sleep, “He doesn’t like me at all...”

You shut your eyes, you really need to get some sleep. But you hear a banging sound. You open your eyes, clearly annoyed by the sound

It’s coming from the window... You pull the curtains and meet him

“KOKICHI?!”

He bangs the window in reply, you open it and he smiles at you “Y/nnn, it took you sooo loooong. It’s cold here.”

“What’re you doing there? It’s the second floor.”

“Oh. I wanted to talk to you.”

“You could use the door!” You say, annoyed and worried at the same time. “But that wouldn’t surprise you! Anyway, let me in?”

You help him to get inside... What’re you even doing at this point

“What a nice night!” Kokichi says and points you fingerguns, “Don’t you think so, Y/n?”

“What’re you doing in my house...”

“You let me in, sleepyhead!”

That’s right. But you’re not asking the right question!! Please kindly tell him to leave your house <3

“Y/n, I’m actually here because you didn’t seem well,” He says, “And I wanted to ask-”

“You could ask me tomorrow,”

“Yeeees, but I want to do it now!” He says, damn, he’s being stubborn, in a situation like this? You know,, he won’t leave unless you tell him “So... You said you heard something ‘odd’, didn’t you? Tell me about it...”

So you tell him all about it. Can’t help but blush at how cheesy your words sound but you’re too sleepy to mind that.

“And that annoyed you?” Kokichi asks, you nod in reply. “Y/n, does the truth hurt you?”

You expected him to say ‘it’s a lie!’ but he didn’t. DID HE REALLY HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU? HIM??

“Are you... Unhappy?” There he was again... Not being like himself. This is what romance does to people? “Not at all...” You say and avoid eye contact, “It’s... Weird? I had the biggest crush on you a while back and now feelings mutual.”

HE’S SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT. Though on the outside, he hides it very well ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

“Oh... Really?” He asks, smug bitch, “That settles it then...”

“Settles... What?” You say, you’re aware of what he meant, and he’s aware of you knew

“You already know,” He says and you stare at him, “It means,, I like you and you love me! Yeah!! Y/n, you love me, right? This makes us a couple!!!”

You just... Stare at him in awe.

You stare too much that he gets nervous. “Uhm,, what’s wrong? Do you... Want to kiss?”

“A kiss would be nice... But I think I need sleep, Kokichi,” You say and rub your eyes.

He’s DISAPPOINTED IN EVERYTHING.

But you actually lean towards his cheek and plant a kiss ✨

HE HAS THE BIGGEST GRIN

You decide to talk about this tomorrow when you’re more energetic and let it slide <3

He puts you to sleep and plants a kiss on your forehead before whispering something totally not dirty in your ear and leaves - this time, he uses the door.

Omg that took me forever to finish. (Sorry if it’s too long--) I love how this turned out something between fluff and crack. (Especially Kaz’s lol) And Hajime’s one kind of angst </3 Anyways, feel free to request more of your comfort characters!!<3 Love you all, Plant 🌱

#danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa headcanons #drv2 #drv3 #danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa killing harmony #shuichi saihara #kokichi ouma #hajime hinata #nagito komaeda #kazuichi souda #kazuichi soda #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu

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pedroalonso · 3 years ago

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it’s so funny to me how the fandom is so divided about palermo’s development there is no middle ground in any of the arguments i’ve seen so far

Martín has always been a divisive character from the start and I honestly love that for him. lmao. But yeah, In truth, I can’t scroll through the LCDP tag without seeing someone ranting about Palermo, either negatively or positively regarding his arc this season.

And after thinking about it for a while, I realize that a large chunk of people’s arguments (my own included) are deeply rooted in personal interpretation and biases. We all have our own takes on a character. We project either our likes or dislikes on them, depending on our own life experiences and beliefs. It’s not wrong to do so, it’s literally a normal thing humans do. To personalize a story in a way that resonates with them.

But at the end of the day, characters are not sentient beings. They are narrative tools to tell a story and move the plot forward. While we can get a gauge of the “basics” of a character from the stuff we are presented with in canon, we can never really be certain about “who they are” because they aren’t real. Their development is dependent on what kind of story is being told, and writers will always adjust their characters to fit the current narrative.

In terms of Volume 1, the writers have always hinted that they wanted to make the final season “an explosive one”, meaning they wanted to make it more action heavy. And looking back on it now, they succeeded in doing what they set out to do. The new season was like an action movie. Lots of gunfire. Explosions. It’s easy to brush it off as LCDP mimicking another Hollywood blockbuster to increase viewership, but I think it made sense. It showed us how dire their situation is in the bank. How much deep shit they were in that the military was willing to bomb the building and inadvertently kill hostages just to catch them. And the first volume ended with the MAIN CHARACTER getting killed off. Like the stakes were so high not even the goddamn narrator survived. The show is literally telling us how fucked things are for the band.

So with that said, the characters adjusted to this “action” movie vibe the writers wanted to go with. And I think they all acted accordingly. There was less conflict within the group because they worked together to beat a common enemy, setting aside their personal issues to get the job done and survive. And while it’s true that some character arcs (Palermo’s especially) had to be set aside, it was because they HAD to in order to move the plot forward. How much sense would it make if Martín kept raving on about the gold when the Bank was literally exploding around him? He’s a chaotic asshole, yeah. But give him more credit than that, he’s not an idiot. The gold can wait. He needs to survive NOW.

And again, narrative wise, who he is in Part 5 directly connects to his last scene in Part 4. He made a promise to do better and they followed it through in literally the first episode of Volume 1, where he’s shown to be more remorseful for his actions. If he just went back to being an angry asshole, it wouldn’t have made sense because otherwise, what was his last scene in Part 4 supposed to be for?? Just for funsies?? No, of course not. They were already foreshadowing where his arc was heading in Part 5.

And I know LCDP sucks at maintaining continuity. There are a lot of plotholes that haven’t been addressed because they probably forgot about it or deemed it unnecessary. (Like me, for example, wondering if Martín knows it was Helsinki who blew up the tunnel that resulted in Andrés death??? Like I want that angst PLEASE).

But, hear me out. What LCDP fails in continuity, they make up for emotional terrorism. Not only are they more than capable of killing off likable characters (NAAAAIROBI), they are also very good at making unlikeable characters… not always loveable. But understandable, in a way. More empathetic. For example: Berlin was 100% a disgusting dipshit in the Mint, yes, but in the end when he sacrifices himself to save the gang and you find out he and the Professor were brothers this whole time? That was a twist. Maybe you didn’t end up liking Berlin, but you felt pain for Sergio for losing someone so obviously dear to him. They made you feel sorry for seeing this asshole go.

Which brings me to my final point. Characters are used to convey a theme. What do they represent in the story? Berlin’s thematic arc in the first two seasons, for example, was him going from a villain to an anti-hero. From the moment we find out about his terminal illness, we knew he was going to die either way. You can see him grappling with his mortality — about the inevitability of his death. And it seemed like he was planning to live out his last remaining years being an asshole surrounded by a shitload of money, until he ultimately dies from his illness.

But then, he sacrifices himself. Not only does he escape the “humiliating” decline that was to befall him when he escapes, he also gave meaning to his death. He, the heartless evil bastard, made himself the hero in the end. How rude!

So, when it comes to Martín, we have to think: What is his purpose in this story? What is the theme he’s trying to convey? Is it the tragedy of an unrequited love? Or is it learning to let it go?

Because looking back in episode two of Part 3, Sergio recruits Martín in a dirty flat in Palermo, littered with empty liquor bottles and Martín himself looking like a mess. When he broaches the topic of the heist, Martín can barely mention Andrés without his voice cracking. And when he and Sergio do discuss Andrés, he screams and gets angry and cries. He was obviously still mourning Andrés, who at this point, died FIVE YEARS AGO. That is not… a normal grieving period. May it be due to the lack of a support system after Andrés’s death (since I doubt Sergio visited), or the lack of real closure between him and Andrés, or something else, the point is… Martín Berrote was not okay. He was still clinging to Andrés in some way. Still unable to move on.

So when Sergio proposes to do the Bank of Spain heist and Martín accepts, his thematic arc began. He is introduced as Andrés’s long suffering best friend who was in love with him for years until he was eventually discarded. A lot of his moments in the show discuss and convey this dynamic. From him telling Sergio he loved the plan as much as he loved Andrés, to Nairobi confronting him about Berlin, to Martín himself telling Helsinki how Andrés leaving him made him the “asshole” he is today.

His theme is not just about his love for Andrés, but his grief and suffering because of it. Where the show will eventually take it is still debate-able, and we’ll have to wait for Volume 2 for that. But viewing Martín’s whole arc in this way, through the scenes they chose to put about him, and the way they connect it to the main plot — his development this season did not come out of the blue. It made logical and narrative sense. It all connects! This was the kind of story they wanted for him from the start.

#asks #lcdp #looks at my own post: i aint reading all that #long post #i’m on mobile IDK HOW TO DO THE READ MORE OPTION ON MOBILE #lcdp spoilers

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natromanxoff · 4 years ago

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Queen live at Bingley Hall in Stafford, UK - May 6, 1978 (Part -2)

Photos were taken by Anthony Mallan.

Fan Stories

“As I write this I can't believe it is over 24 years since my first ever Queen gig. I was 15 years old and had looked forward to this day ever since I had first heard Bohemian Rhapsody 3 years earlier. Before that song Queen had just been another pop/rock group but BoRhap was the song which for me would set them apart from all others, the song that began my addiction for this band's music - an addiction which continues to this day. I had an hour long bus ride to Stafford and then had to walk to the Bingley Hall which was about 2 miles out of town. I remember while walking a couple of stretched limos passed I couldn't see inside because the windows were blacked out but I knew that it was the members of Queen in those cars and that added to the excitement. I arrived at the venue and joined the queue to get in. I was quite early but there were still a few hundred people in front of me. I bought a Black T shirt with the News of The World robot on the front and the words Spring Tour '78 and a program, both of which I still have although the T shirt is well worn. I was also treated to a young lady a bit drunk I think, taking her T Shirt off and running around half naked, quite sensational for a 15 year old lad. We were let into the hall at about 7pm and I found myself fairly near the front it was all standing and I was quite small so I was pleased to see the stage was set quite high which meant I would have an excellent view. The stage set for this tour was the famous crown and as I looked in awe at its size. I can remember wondering how they would get it to lift off the stage? I can't remember the time but probably an hour or so after I had got into the hall the lights went out and a mechanical whining noise started this was followed very quickly by white lights from the stage, smoke and then the drum beat of We Will Rock You with the song breaking straight into the chorus. Suddenly on a platform in the middle of the front row of the crowd Brian May appeared playing the "Rock You" guitar riff. I remember the feeling of joy and awe, I am sure I must have pinched myself to make sure this was really happening. After an explosion they burst into the fast version of "Rock You" and I saw Freddie for the first time. He was wearing shiney leather trousers, jacket & cap and running around the stage like a madman. It's far too long ago for me to remember every detail of the show but I do remember Freddie toasting us with champagne and at the end of '39 Roger threw his tamborine into the crowd and I had it for a split second before dropping it, I stood no chance really. The songs which I remember most from this gig were the ones which after this tour they were never to play live again: "White Man" & "Prophets Song" both were played either side of Brian's guitar solo and I can clearly remember Freddie performing vocal gymnastics during the middle section of "Prophets Song". The concert ended with a Rock n Roll medley. I remember right at the end of God Save The Queen we all started singing "You'll Never Walk Alone", then the lights were on and it was over. In a lot of respects it seems so long ago but as I am thinking of it now, parts of it are as clear as yesterday.” - Kevin Ruscoe

“It was fun reading Kevin's story about going to see Queen at Stafford Bingley Hall in 1978. This was the first concert I had ever been to (talk about starting at the top). When the lights went down and Brian started with the dynamic We Will Rock You strumming, I was captured. A couple of years ealier I had purchased Night At The Opera for a girl I fancied at work. I took it to give her and before I could present her with it she showed me that she had just brought the album herself. So much for my Night At The Opera with her! So, I had to go home, take a cold shower, and listen to music. Because it was the only album I had, I played it and played it and I discovered a world I never knew existed. Music up to that point was something that was on the radio. That night seemed to open a new and exciting world me. Not as exciting as I had been planning with her but exciting none the less. My biggest memory of the Stafford concert was when Freddie gets us to sing along with him. Whenever I heard the Live Killers album, it would take me back to that moment at Stafford when I found out what I wanted to do with my life. I write now, plays and musicals, some successful, some not. Thanks Queen for my reason to live.” - Robert

“Memory's a funny thing... and I wish to heck that I had a better one. How come I can remember useless things I don't want to know, like the winner of the first Big Brother programme, but can't remember stuff which would be far more useful... like how to order beer in any language, my bank account number... or the exact setlist of my first ever rock concert, Queen at Stafford's Bingley Hall in May 1978? Sitting down to type up this review I did a quick search on the net but only came up with a partial setlist which ends about two thirds of the way through. Very frustrating. So really this isn't a review, it can't be, but it's more a hazy recollection of just what it felt like to be a 15-year-old boy at his very first rock show. First off I remember getting the ticket. "Harvey Goldsmith presents A Night With Queen" printed in green (tickets for the Sunday night gig were printed in blue) and the price, L3.50 - laughably cheap now. I can't remember how long it was before the gig that I got the ticket but I do know that the waiting for the day of the gig was unbearable. But eventually that day arrived. Another reason it sticks in my mind is that it was the day of the FA Cup final (Arsenal beat Ipswich Town) and it was the first time I'd not sat glued to the TV from 12pm for all the build-up and the big match itself. If it had been my team, Manchester City, it might have been a different story, but I went up to Bingley Hall mid-afternoon, with a friend called Mark Butters, to join the queue and get as good a standing spot as possible. For those of you who don't know, Bingley Hall is a 10,000-plus capacity shed (a giant cowshed, really), at the County Showground just outside Stafford, and owned by the Staffordshire Agricultural Society. Before the NEC and other purpose-built venues came along, gigs at this venue (which on other occasions were filled with agricultural displays or animal pens) were a big deal, on a par with Wembley Arena and the like. Others to have played there include Abba, Black Sabbath, Genesis, Thin Lizzy, Saxon, Yes and Rush. I remember my Mum being worried sick about me going to the gig. Worried about the size of the crowd. Worried about the music volume. Worried about drugs. She was particularly worried that I was wearing a Thin Lizzy badge on my denim jacket and might get beaten up by some aggressive Queen fan who took exception to any other band. I had to persuade her that rock fans were not quite so tribal as football fans. I also remember standing fairly close to the glass-fronted doors in the queue and the physical, painful ache of anticipation. What came next is a blur - the doors finally being opened, the crush as we made our way through and our tickets were examined, the further crush by the merchandise stall (I got myself a big, square programme, which I've still got). Then I made my way into the crowd, jockeying for a position as near to the front as possible. The gig was all-standing and as showtime got closer the build-up of pressure was astonishing. I was pretty central, but there was constant swaying from left to right, if you lifted your legs you wouldn't fall, just be carried along with this sea of rock fans. Finally the wait is over (yes, I know I've changed tense, it just suits my recollections better). The lights go down. The roar of the crowd is unbelievably loud. But what comes next is even louder. As we strain to see what's going on the air is filled with a mechanical sound, the giant lighting rig (Queen's famed crown set-up) is lifting into the air in a sea of smoke. We Will Rock You explodes into the air. It's all light and smoke and noise... and suddenly there's Brian May, playing that guitar, just feet away from me. The spotlights fall on John Deacon and Roger Taylor behind his gigantic drumkit. Just one thing left now. Freddie. And he appears out of nowhere, Freddie Mercury, prancing and preening around the stage, soaking up the adulation, singing his guts out, clad in shiny black PVC. Call me innocent or naive, but back then I didn't really know about the whole gay/camp fetish thing... he just looked like the superstar he was. For the next two hours or so I am transported to a whole new place. We get the rockers (Brighton Rock, We Are The Champions, Now I'm Here, a pre-release It's Late, I'm In Love With My Car), the pop-orientated stuff (Killer Queen, Spread Your Wings, Somebody To Love, You're My Best Friend) and a superb acoustic section, featuring Love Of My Life and its amazing crowd singalong and '39, during which a string breaks on Brian May's guitar but he carries on regardless, note perfect to my ears. Oh, and we get Bohemian Rhapsody too. It's still only a couple of years old at this point, and although obviously something incredibly special is still making it's way up the ladder to immortality to stand alongside the likes of Stairway To Heaven. Anyway, it's bloody brilliant. Queen leave the stage for the opera section, enabling them to make another grand entrance in lights, smoke and pyrotechnics for the rock-out - a masterstroke! According to Kevin Ruscoe's review of this gig at the superb www.queenconcerts.com site we also got White Man and The Prophet's Song, but I have no recollection of that at all. Nonetheless it still sticks in my mind as one of the greatest gigs I have even seen over the past 28 years, and as one of the greatest events of my life. Like Kevin, I remember singing You'll Never Walk Alone at the end of God Save The Queen, a football terrace salute to a rock phenomenon. What a night!” - Ian Harvey (April 28, 2006)

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#queen #queen band #roger taylor #freddie mercury #brian may #john deacon #queen concerts

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dt-canim · 3 years ago

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Oh boy, this is gonna be a long one haha. This is a bit of an unusual post, but Tumblr, I need some assistance.

Ok so I've always have known about autism and stuff like it but it wasn't until about a year ago that I started looking into neurodivergency more. If you're wondering, it was brought about by my favorite Ducktales episode (season 3 episode 6: Astro Boyd) airing for the first time and I saw people talking about its autistic/neurodivergent themes.

Since then, I’ve been picking up some of my tendencies and it got me wondering. I never remember getting tested for this stuff so this is just based on my experiences and research. So for educational purposes, I'm gonna put some of the traits I do and see if any neurodivergent ppl relate lol

The first thing I want to touch upon is something plenty of us are probably familiar with: stimming. My experiences include;

Excitedly hitting a book I'm reading because of a cool call back, a really funny joke, or simply something badass happening (this just happened to me other day lol)

Flailing my arms and/or legs when something similar (to the point above) happens in a movie or tv show I enjoy

“Vibing” with my best friend includes: waving my arms and head around, bobbing up and down like I am an idle video game character, and/or just generally moving in place for a solid minute or two

The next thing I will mention: Hyperfixations

If you have seen my Tumblr, profile, or simply paid attention to the beginning of this post, you may not be surprised that I hyperfixate with my favorite show, possibly ever, Ducktales. I got emotional last year when I heard it was ending and legitimately cried at the end of the last episode. I mean watching those final credits still makes my heart hurt. (And I know I'm terrible at posting but I will never truly leave the Dt fandom)

Sometimes it happens rather quickly. For instance, I went to the mall with my friend last Saturday and impulsively bought a book called The Extraordinaries. I finished it in 3 days and I swear if I don't go back to that Barnes & Noble and get my hands on the sequel soon I will do crimes.

When I find things to hyperfixate about it is all I want to talk about with people for a while. But then I feel bad when they don't share my interests because I don't just want people to listen to me babble my head off all the time about stuff they don't care about.

Something I found out recently, losing track of time apparently can be a neurodivergent trait.

So yeah I've done this a lot. Overall, I just have terrible time management skills. I'm not great at putting things down on a timeline and it makes me anxious when I do so.

Also, since going into homeschooling about 5 years ago, I constantly lose track of time. Most of the time, I only know what day and time it is because I have a calendar next to my bed and a phone around me at all times. (off-topic but it annoys me that I used the word time so often here)

Prioritizing tasks, knowing how to start things, and just overall getting shiz done..???

I have. So many. Sketches I want to finish. But I keep going to a new one cause woop I just got a new idea must do it now right?! (Seriously though, I'm sorry that I haven't been posting much art lately)

I have a comic I want to start developing but I have no idea how on earth I should do that. And sometimes things seem obvious, like get the outlines for your story, get main plot points down, PUT YOUR DAM IDEAS YOU HAVE IN YOUR HEAD DOWN SOMEWHERE ANYWHERE. But nooo I'll just sit here and keep starting new sketches of my main characters. That'll get you a product you'll be happy with.

Sometimes I will just sit there thinking ok I'm sitting here but I have work I need to get done and I am running out of time to do it and it is stressing me out right now but I can't move I can't do it but I need to because it needs to get done and I am running out of time but it is stressful. Rinse and repeat for at least a half-hour, maybe take a nap lol.

This point is the fact that even though I never got tested I know I have maladaptive daydreaming which has a link to Adhd and neurodivergency in general.

For those who don't know what that is, I will try to explain. Yes, it is daydreaming but it's more than that. (you know what? I'm just gonna put the traits I found off of a site and add my feelings toward it lol)

extremely vivid daydreams with their own characters, settings, plots, and other detailed, story-like features

daydreams triggered by real-life events (mostly media I consume in my case)

difficulty completing everyday tasks (kinda like the stress-sitting I mentioned earlier just with daydreaming mixed in)

difficulty sleeping at night (at the time of making this point is it currently 3 am, though I am aware I'm up rn because of this post, it is usually because of the daydreaming)

an overwhelming desire to continue daydreaming (ok that's just...accurate)

performing repetitive movements while daydreaming (typically I walk around my house like a ping pong ball)

making facial expressions while daydreaming (idk I usually mouth what my character are saying or replicate the face their making)

whispering and talking while daydreaming (^^)

daydreaming for lengthy periods

The last thing I will mention for now is my family cause many sources say that this stuff is commonly genetic soooooooo

My mother has been diagnosed with dyslexia since she was a kid.

We've suspected that my brother has Adhd. To put it in perspective I will paraphrase something that his 2nd-grade teacher once said. “He moves around so much I want to just strap him to a chair sometimes but I am afraid to do it cause I think he'll explode”

I have more I could potentially talk about but I don't want to make this too long. I just want to know if anyone relates to this. So here take this mess of me hahahaaaaaaaa

#neurodivergent #adhd #austism #adhd things #stimming #hyperfixation #maladaptive problems #maladaptive daydreaming #maladaptive behaviors #neurodivergencies #does any if this make sense

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airis-paris14 · 4 years ago

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Human Nature 3

Summary: He has a secret and he’s tired of loving her in secret.

Warnings: None

A/N: Here’s part three of the short story. I hope you enjoy! I also tried out a new banner graphic.

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See that girl, she knows I'm watching

She likes the way I stare...

I like livin' this way

I like lovin' this way

- Michael Jackson “Human Nature”

T’Challa grinned as his car pulled into the driveway. He grabbed his suitcase and prepared to surprise Naomi. He’d purposely not called her back this morning and instead flew the first jet he could get his hands on over here. Though he had taken Okoye’s advice and asked one of the pilots to fly him due to his lack of sleep. He took out his keys, and smiled as he heard the bass line of a song bouncing through the house. He turned the key and pushed open his door, grateful that the music would hide his presence for a few seconds more. He shut the white door quietly and left his suitcases by the doors. He slipped off his shoes and tiptoed into the kitchen.

The previous song had ended and he heard her sing along to the intro of the new one. “I am a single QUEEN!,” the king laughed, recognizing the track from one of her recent obsessions. “Oh so you’re single now,” T’Challa teased, giving away his presence. “T’Challa!” Her whole face lit up once it registered that he was standing in front of her. She ran over to him and he scooped her up in his arms. She grinned as he covered her face with kisses. “Hey baby,” he finally replied, placing her back on her own feet.

“Hi, you weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow.”

“I know, I finished my work early and I wanted to surprise you,” the king smiled then cleared his throat, “there’s also something I need to talk to you about, but it can’t wait for a little while longer.”

Naomi’s smile fell, “Okay. I was cooking some leftovers from dinner last night, you want some?” Naomi walked back into the kitchen. T’Challa nodded and simply drank the sight of her in. Her hair was pulled into a large puff and she wore sweats and a t-shirt. She looked absolutely stunning. The new king took a seat and watched as she filled a bowl with pasta for him. Once she was done filling her own bowl. She turned off the oven and walked both dishes over to the island. She took a seat next to him and smiled.

“How was work?” She asked.

“It was great actually,” T’Challa twirled some of the pasta around his fork. “I actually got a promotion that I can’t wait to tell you about, later.” Naomi smiled. That's amazing baby! I can’t wait to hear all about it.”

Somehow I doubt that the king thought to himself. “What about you?” he asked his wife. “It was good, I finished up that really big wedding I was telling you about. It was really sweet and surprisingly went off with very few problems.”

T’Challa grabbed his wife’s hand and kissed it. “You do it every time baby.” Naomi blushed and it caused the man to chuckle. “I also worked with the girls on our wedding,” Naomi revealed.

“How’d that go? Did you have a venue that you liked?”

“Yeah we narrowed it down to two, I wanted to make the final decision with you though. I’ll pull the profile on them and we can decide now if you want.”

“Let’s save that for later,” T’Challa smiled.

“Okay,” Naomi sat back down. “I wanted to ask you though, do you think that I could go on your next work trip with you? I know I probably can’t go work with you. But I could buy my own ticket and I could explore the city and just hang out with you whenever you have free time.”

“I am so glad that you said that. I’m going back home and I want you to come with me,” the king revealed. He knew that this was not the way to address the problem but it felt so much easier than telling the truth. His heart broke a little more as he watched a grin spread across his lover’s face. He needed to start telling the truth soon, or he’d be in too deep.

“Speaking of home-” Naomi started, “I wanted to know if you wanted to have your family at the wedding. We could start putting away some money for their plane tickets, and I wanted to include your little sister in the wedding party if they were gonna be there. She’s my family too now you know.” Naomi looked up expectantly but T’Challa’s heart was exploding. That right there was why he married this woman. She was intelligent, funny, goofy, and unbelievably caring and generous. He knew that now was the time for him to start telling the truth. He pushed his now empty plate back off the counter.

“That’s actually one of the things that we need to talk about,” the king started. He grabbed him and Naomi’s now empty bowls. T’challa rinsed and placed them in the sink. All the while he felt the heaviness of his statement and Naomi’s eyes following him. “Let’s go in the living room eh?” He grabbed his wife’s hands and pulled her into the living room.

Once they were settled he took a deep breath. “Baby what’s wrong?” the king felt her hand lightly lift his chin. “This is not easy for me to tell you Nay, but I already regret that we got married and I haven’t told you the truth. I didn’t tell you everything from the jump for selfish reasons, but I am getting ahead of myself.”

Naomi frowned.

“I do work with the United Nations, that much is true. Every time I told you I was on a work trip I was telling the truth. I was at a United Nations meeting every time. Except this last one. I am not a united nation’s ambassador, I am a leader baby. A nation leader. I am the Leader of the nation of Wakanda.” Naomi’s face took on shock then amusement, “Stop it,” Naomi laughed before realizing he wasn’t laughing with her.

“What do you mean you are the leader of the Nation of Wakanda T’Challa. Wakanda is a monarchy, you told me so. Or were you lying about that too?”

T’Challa frowned, “When you met me at Essence Fest baby, I was Prince T’Challa Udaku of Wakanda, heir to the throne. I was there with my sister Shuri. Princess Shuri.”

“So when you say you got a promotion-”

“My father passed away, which is why I had to go off for business. I am king now.”

Naomi let her head fall into her hands. She dragged them down her face as she stood up. “You expect me to believe that I married the prince, no king, of fucking Wakanda! Not to mention that your father, whom you said you hadn’t seen in years passed away and you didn’t tell me, your wife!” The woman fumed. Her hand now covering her mouth in anger and disbelief. “I was supposed to be there for you T’Challa. Comfort you!”

T’Challa watched, guilt taking over as she tried to come to terms with everything. “So you waltzed home early to tell me that surprise you’re a fucking KING and your father DIED and that what I’m a queen?!”

T’Challa was at a crossroads. Accepting that any response, including no response, would elicit more anger, he cut his losses. “In a more complicated way, but yes. Naomi, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t you dare ‘I’m sorry me’ T’Challa Udaku, I am pissed. Pissed because I don’t know my husband. The man I fucking promised the rest of my life to. I gave my life to you, and the life I thought we were going to have was half-lie, and the other half just went up in smoke. I mean, we are getting ‘married’ next year. If your father hadn’t died would you even be telling me this? You’d just let us build a life together, me thinking you haven’t seen your family in years. Do you know how hurt I am and for what? Why would you not tell me who you are T’Challa? I told you everything. I married you. I became your wife. I’m going to give you children one day and you wouldn’t have told me that they were in line for a throne halfway across the world.”

“I don’t know what to say, Naomi. I didn’t tell you because I enjoyed not being the prince of Wakanda for once. We had fun that weekend, you didn’t know who I was and I enjoyed just getting to be T’Challa. Wakanda was still pretty closed off so I knew that most people wouldn’t know who I was and tell you. It was selfish and I am so sorry for building this life on a lie, but I am not a lie. The man you fell in love with is still here. Should it matter that I have this title?”

“The title isn’t the problem T’Challa,” Naomi dropped back on to the couch next to her husband, tears running down her face, “the problem is that you lied to me, and now there’s this position that I am going to have to fill that I had no idea about. And, I’m guessing the king can’t live in a different country?”

T’Challa’s face said it all. “That’s where the trip comes in. This week is coronation week in Wakanda. The festival starts tomorrow and I want you to come with me. The decision is yours though, if you want a divorce, we are not ‘legally married’ in Wakanda, so if you do not want to stay with me I understand.

“T’Challa, are you stupid, or are you dumb?” The king and his wife chuckled lightly, “I signed up for better or for worse. Richer and poorer. I’m coming with you, I just don’t like all of the lies that are unraveling right now.”

“I promise that, that is all of them. Now I just have to explain this to my family and friends back home. I am sure they will adore you, but everyone is going to be very upset with me. I needed you to know first though. We needed to be in this together. You deserved to know first.”

Naomi nodded and sighed. She leaned her head on his shoulder and breathed in his scent. “I’m pissed, but I love you T’Challa Udaku.”

“I am glad. That you love me Naomi Udaku. I am head over heels in love with you too.” The king kissed the crown of her head. She patted his thigh, “Help me pack,” she groaned standing up off the couch. “Of course my love,” he stood and followed her into their room.

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TOP SONGS OF 2020 WRITE UP!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6WDeuRMOV8neAhU2zd193d?si=lZ9gDIp0TsCCEOeCS7_QGw

1. I remember everything - John Prine

I was going to write an incredibly earnest and long review of this song that outlined just how much John Prine meant to me. I can’t really do it and I think this song probably says enough alone. With only a few chords he always manages to express all the little things that make love what it is, all different kinds of love. Long lasting, short moments, love with places, sounds, going places and staying home, endless family ties, and the often fragile but in the end tenable love between all human beings in the face of catastrophe. The pandemic stole a lot of things from a lot of people this year, including John Prine, but he will remain one of the greatest songwriters of all time and his songs will live on forever.

2. Dream Palette - Yves Tumor

I can’t drive but let’s pretend I’m driving, I’m in LA and it’s night time or something, my elbow’s out the window, don’t know why I’m wearing sunglasses, this song comes on the radio, I’m the coolest person alive.

3. Boylife in EU- Yung Lean

Not to repeat my review of Garden but when the chorus comes I feel like I’m on top of a really big hill and its pouring it down with rain and im screaming but this time its because of a no-deal Brexit.

4. Garden- Joseph Futak

My review was already used as part of Joe’s promo campaign and it said: “feel like im on top of a really big hill and its pouring it down with rain and I’m screaming when the drums come in x x”

5. Circle the Drain- Soccer Mommy

I like this song because I too, am often alone in my room, and I have also become obsessed with subtle breakbeats to an extent where people around me have become very bored of the subject.

6. The Brothers William Said- The Innocence Mission

I listened to this song over and over when I was travelling round London in January just after my birthday, it felt like I’d been listening to it for years, like it was in a movie I’d forgotten. It felt at the time like I was saying a lot of goodbyes, recognising that things weren’t really like they used to be.

7. On the Floor- Perfume Genius

Say it with me ladies: I CROSS OUT HIS NAME ON THE PAGE!!!!

8. Shameika- Fiona Apple

She may not believe it but I bet Fiona Apple looked tough with a riding crop.

9. Song for Our Daughter- Laura Marling

Everything about this is fantastic, mellow and bright at the same time. Every part is brought forward individually and no part of this song gets left behind. A stunning vocal from Laura Marling and purposeful lyrics set to a cinematically emotive instrumental. Pure magic as always.

10. Building site outside- Piglet

Not going to lie, I was in a very vulnerable emotional state when I listened to this song for the first time, but I think that makes it no less powerful and just, sad. The lyric ‘she smiled at me so much last time’ is just so simple and devastating that you forget this would’ve been on every indie film soundtrack from 2000-2008 if Piglet was an industry plant.

11. I wonder- Shamir

One word: EPIC

12. Crimson Tide- Destroyer

Listened to this every time I came on my period this year.

13. In the Dining Room - Joe Pera talks with you

Adam showed me Joe Pera when I really felt incredibly sad at the very beginning of this year. It’s a show that’s made me feel good, no matter the circumstances. This moment in the show made me smile, and I love hearing Gene come in a bit too early.

14. Stupid Love- Lady Gaga

Shakin my little booty in the kitchen to this x

15. Might bang, might not- Little Simz

Livid we didn’t all get to go to End of the Road and see all the hot dad’s loving Little Simz.

16. Fire- Waxahatchee

A truly insane vocal. I listened to this song on my way to work almost every day from September to December and fantasised singing back up at some kind of outdoor gig in the summer and it made everything significantly less bleak.

17. Hannah Sun- Lomelda

This song is too nice and genuine for me to say anything other than, “really lovely song :)”.

18. Scroll of Sorrow- Machine Girl, guayaba

Listened to this a lot this year while sitting on my kitchen floor staring into an empty oven, wondering if I was ever going to go to a party again.

19. Build a nest- Jeff and Ruby Parker

Have put this on in the flat because the guitar solo reminds me of everything my dad listens to at home. A really great piece of music that kicks off a really exciting album.

20. Kiss me thru the phone- That Kid

Ned said yesterday that he thought it was funny how much the original of this song is so foundational to hyper pop and I agree. Also I’ve started saying ‘Bitch’ like That Kid does every time I stub my toe.

21. Cuckoo- Sam Amidon

I am punting down a creek, looking in the branches that hang over the water for the bird that shall lead me to my next clue.

22. Places/ Plans- Skullcrusher

Used this song to comfort myself in moments where I also just don’t understand why I’m not famous.

23. Sweetjoy- Jam City

Finally….. HAIM for dudes.

24. Clean Living- Slow Weather

I saw someone listening to this on the side of my Spotify so I decided to give it a go and it was a fantastic decision. It’s mental that half of this song is an outro.

25. Summer All Over- Blake Mills

Along with the music video visuals and the dampened piano tone, this wins the competition for least summer-y song with the actual word summer in the title.

26. Ready Cheeky Pretty- CHAI

All of my joy this year has been brought to me by CHAI. I have nothing negative to say about CHAI. If you have anything negative to say about CHAI you’re gonna have to go through me.

27. Diaphanous- Land of Talk

This band was recommended to me by a guy I was trying to flirt with at rough trade east but everything closed before I could impress him by saying ‘I think they’re really cool’.

28. Anything - Adrianne Lenker

Anyone who has ever attempted to write a song with me knows how much I simply love rhyming. Seriously though, every thing rhymes, brilliant stuff. (It’s also such a brilliantly full and constant song that still manages to move and remain exciting from start to finish. I imagine this is partially due to Adrianne Lenker’s almost nursery rhyme- esque structure and also due to her beautifully colloquial approach to family dynamics.)

29. Blow- Dj Gigola, Kev Koko

This song makes me wish I was Jason Bourne- just wanna jump really far while something explodes behind me.

30. Money Can’t Buy- Yaeji, Nappy Nina

‘Well I’ll buy some Yaeji tickets, they’re for NOVEMBER, there’s NO WAY they’re gonna get cancelled’.

31. Only the Truth- Johanna Warren

When I first listened to this song I felt like I was floating in the ocean looking up at the stars as the drums came in on ‘what more can I do’. An incredibly beautiful and careful song.

32. Gasoline- Haim

2020 could probably be summarised with the phrase ‘WHY AM I NO LONGER IN CALIFORNIA? WHY DID I LEAVE CALIFORNIA?’ And this song is the 3 minutes 13 seconds seconds of escapism I needed to not topple into a full spiral.

33. Mapuu - Ic3peak

No one can convince me that Ic3peak are real people. They are a collective made up of child ghosts.

34. Don’t Worry- Bladee

Whenever I have an anxiety attack in the night I wake up and see Bladee’s ghost of the future over my bed, he says ‘Don’t worry’ and mumbles for a bit as I fall back into a peaceful sleep.

35. The biggest tits in history- The magnetic fields

The most relatable magnetic fields song imo.

36. Sand Castle- nijuu

Yujin is a genius and my answer is yes, I do want to just walk for a while.

37. Curl Up- Darren Hayman

Ned reminded me how much I used to love Darren Hayman, and both of them have been a pretty big part of my year.

38. When Will Death Come- Sarah Mary Chadwick

‘Wow, mental voice’ - Ned, while doing the washing up.

39. Dear Dad - Sylvie Wiley

‘But I didn’t cry, you’d be proud’ Sylvie, I’m weeping forever.

40. 34+35- Ariana Grande

Hehehehehehehehehe

41. Garden Song- Phoebe Bridgers

Phoebe Bridgers is a pretty unparalleled lyricist and this song feels like a disconnected series of thoughts that somehow all make sense together and come to create something that doesn’t build, but all just kind of sits? What I’m trying to say is that I don’t really know what she’s talking about but like, I get it.

42. Ringtone (remix) - 100 gecs, Charli xcx, Kero Kero Bonito, Rico Nasty,

I love the way it sounds like everyone got just one take and had to improvise all the lyrics but it still bangs.

43. Changer- Andy Shauf

Thank you lord for another album about a smaller than average man overthinking all of his social interactions with lots of lovely clarinet parts.

44. What’s your pleasure - Jessie Ware

My pleasure jessie? Probably just sitting by the fire with a tough crossword and a glass of merlot x

45. Slime- Shygirl

Shygirl’s series of singles this year made me even more livid that I had to take out my eyebrow piercing for my new job this year.

46. Sears Tower- Salem

Perfect halloween release.

47. Title track- happyness

Ned turned to me and said: ‘so is their new thing that they sound like Elliot Smith’ and I said: ‘and that’s a bad thing?’

48. Cross-sound ferry (walk on ticket) - Hamilton Leithauser

Have found unbelievable joy in chopping veg and shouting GREEEEEEEN PORT, NEEEEEEWWWW YOOORK alone in my kitchen.

49. Lowswimmer- Hailaker

I’ve loved hearing Jemima’s voice when I haven’t got to see her much this year. I normally take the piss out of the Hambledon line but I haven’t seen that this year really either. I guess we find sentimentality in strange places.

50. XS - Rina Sawayama

This song made me feel very decadent on those days where I didn’t wash.

51. Emily- Clem Snide

Let’s be more kind and brave in the face of it all.

52. Building a fire- Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy

P.O.V you’re doing bushcraft in the garden with your husband Bonnie Prince Billy and he’s here to protect you.

53. Asexual Wellbeing- Okay Kaya

This song absolutely bangs but I am truly bewildered by the way they singled out the line ‘if they could put a pulse into a spinach leaf, can they turn the two of us into a tree?’ in the production as if that was a true piece of genius. As I say great tune tho.

54. Anthems- Charli xcx

The soundtrack to couch to 5k

55. Never Better- Kitty Fitz

A SE London queen bringing us huge pop tunes in 2020. So so excited to see what 2021 brings us from Kitty, she’s gonna be a real force!

56. Deep in Love- Bonny Light Horsemen

This is such a delightful song which (mainly due to the time I actually got around to listening to the whole record) for me really rang in the spring. A beautifully recorded testament to the feeling of love getting stronger meaning you have a lot more to lose.

57. Malibu- Kim Petras

My song of the summer, made me feel like I was at the beach when really I was in Lewisham.

58. Like I’m Winning it- Girlpool

I’m so delighted that the turn girlpool have made this year is towards dramatic goth music with breakbeats. Their voices both sound amazing and they look simply incredible.

59. Azad- Frazey Ford

I have no idea what she’s saying as always but I love it.

60. Helio- Charlotte Dos Santos

I’m literally so excited for what Charlotte Dos Santos is gonna put out next. The production is fantastic and her aesthetics are flawless.

61. Lost in the Country- Trace Mountains

‘I checked my email twice as I cried’. Safe to say we’ve all been there this year amirite girlies x

62. Unfold You- Rostam

I hated this at first, I thought, what’s this lo-fi beats to study to shit, but it’s now my classic ‘I’m just gonna pop to the shops, anyone want anything? x’ song. Huge.

63. Oh Yeah- A.G cook

One of 2020s realisations is that me and A.G Cook kind of look like we could be cousins.

64. Can’t cool me down- Car Seat Headrest

I would like to personally thank will Toledo for giving me a tune that got me off my ass when I was too warm to do exercise this summer.

65. Take back the radio- Katy J Paerson

In love with Katy J Pearson’s voice and the way this song builds. Just pretty flawless and feel good in my opinion. I think she’s such an exciting new artist who’s gonna be around for a very very long time.

66. Good Woman- The Staves

‘I’m a good woman’… speak for yourselves.

67. A Little Love- Jack Francis

Feel like I’ve been singing this song for about 5 years! It’s amazing and I’m so excited about what Jack’s going to bring out in 2021, he’s a genius and also the nicest man on the planet.

68. Lullaby No.4 - Snailbeach

This song makes me feel like I’m being hypnotised on a haunted carousel in a very relaxing way.

69. Boyfriend in every city- Roma Radz

Sucks that she can’t see any of her boyfriends cos of covid :(

70. Jaja ding dong- Will Ferrell

Get back in there and play Jaja Ding Dong !!!!

71. Highway- Jonatan leandoer96

Man, would be pretty sick to have 20 boys outside the club but alas the clubs are dead and I’ve only regularly texted about 4 people this year.

72. De nadie- Kali Uchis

Felt v sexy listening to this for the first time in a Morley’s in Honor Oak.

73. Weird Fishes- Lianne La Havas

This album was a pretty triumphant return for Lianna La Havas and me teenage self simply couldn’t be happier.

74. Micro Creature- Aya Gloomy

Love that despite everything about this song telling me otherwise, that the artwork for this single looks like Aya Gloomy is just chilling in the fields by my family home in Hampshire.

75. Si Ella Sale- Bad Bunny

Better get on the duolingo now if I’m gonna know what this guy’s saying at Porto next year.

76. Through my sails- Mountain Man

Truly gentle reimagining of an already incredibly beautiful song, mountain man make every word seem new!

77.Christmas Day (get me outta this funk) - Baggio and Blue 5 Years- Bath days

In joint 77th place are two banging Christmas songs that have soundtracked a pretty bleak Christmas period and have made me feel pretty joyous in their ways, despite one literally being called Blue Five Years.

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homespork-review · 4 years ago

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Homespork Act 3: Insane Mindscrew Haymakers (Part 2)

CHEL: Rose finds a transportaliser platform in the centre of the lab.

FAILURE ARTIST: The sylladex misadventures come to something this time. Jasper’s corpse lands on the pad.

CHEL: The dead cat vanishes; Rose assumes it was vapourised but we know better, though we don’t see where it went. She finds an unlocked hub and plugs in, noticing another ominous countdown on the wall, with only three minutes left till the lab will be “UNESTABLISHED”.

Years in the future again, PM beheads the worm creature, which turns out to be a robot. The bunker landed on its side so PM stands on a pile of mailboxes to press the button, which causes more robot worms to emerge from beneath the bunker, pushing it upright, and a propeller to emerge from the top and carry it away.

Dave’s strife with Bro continues, getting more and more ridiculous and animesque, until Dave ends up plummeting down the stairwell. In a realistic work, this could quite easily break his neck, but here we just get some comical flailing and a SBaHJ IT KEEPS HAPPENING macro. Again, Dave looks more angry than afraid.

ARE YOU TRYING TO BE FUNNY?: 8

FAILURE ARTIST: I think Hussie said the Bro slicing the Abscond box is symbolic of the trap of child abuse and shows this guardian fight isn’t like the others but it is still an animesque fight that ends with a fucking meme.

CHEL: Yeah, he seems to be expecting us to pick up on these details which don’t mean anything until he actually explains them, which would be fine and in fact clever if they didn’t conflict so strongly with what’s actually noticeably shown. If he wanted us to take it seriously, he’d have done better not to put the Abscond button there at all.

Rose finds, in the lab, a console showing SBurb sessions in the northeastern US where her home is located, monitoring the time to impact of their respective meteors. There is a large cluster of already-landed ones around her house, with a much, much bigger one centred directly on the lab, with an even bigger one centred on the house. She zooms out, and finds the second-biggest upcoming impact in the world is heading for Texas, while one bigger by an order of magnitude will later land in the middle of the Pacific. "Oh look, up in the sky/ It's a hole about the size of Texas..."

"Circus Contraption - Hot Potato" (Watch on YouTube)

Checking on John’s house, Rose finds it overrun by imps, the building shaking violently. Investigating this, she finds the ogre fight; John is at least getting a few blows in now, but they’re still not doing much good. Nannasprite is able to provide support with eye beams, but the ogres are still standing, and Rose’s attempt to drop a fridge on one is useless too. Nannasprite’s teleportation proves more useful, allowing John to take a flying leap out of a hovering oven to strike with greater force and allowing her to drop a full avalanche of household appliances on the ogre. With Rose’s assistance providing him a platform to bounce off again, John strikes the final blow on one ogre, exploding it into grist pieces bigger than himself, and Nannasprite and John occupy the other ogre until Rose drops the alchemiter on it.

FAILURE ARTIST: Seeing a fight like this not long after the Bro and Dave fight makes it hard for me to take the serious one seriously. John should be dead.

CHEL: John has a backup healer and Dave doesn’t, but yeah, cartoon physics prevail here.

Rose checks in, explaining that Dave’s not connected yet, but that she’s determined that activating the cruxtruder does not actually cause the meteor to strike. John levels up to BOY-SKYLARK and collects tons of grist and boondollars, although he still doesn’t know what those actually do.

You can't wait to find out what amazing items this new supply of grist will be just barely insufficient to produce.

Hehehe. We’ve all been there.

John sees that more grist fell down to the platform below, including one huge piece stuck in the hole leading into Dad’s room.

One of those big SOUR GRAPE ELECTRIC HOLOCAUST FRUIT GUSHERS is jammed in the hole in the platform. CLOCKWORK PROBLEMATYKKS: 9

Yes, because Holocaust references are a perfect way to describe candy flavours. Technically “holocaust” can refer to, I quote from dictionary.com, “a great or complete devastation or destruction, especially by fire”, and I’m guessing it’s a parody of all the flavour names with words like “explosion” in them, but, especially when it’s not obviously uncapitalised, that’s very much not what the immediate association of the term is!

FAILURE ARTIST: John asks Nanna why she doesn’t just throw him up to the gate and she says it’s important he build up himself. Though later we do see a character that just jumps up to the gate.

Then we switch to a mysterious castle all in purple. Dad is fighting some imps with shaving cream. A new yet somehow familiar character wearing harlequin clothes watches with disgust both Dad and John on strange window screens.

We cut away yet again to Peregrine Mendicant. PM is still stuck in the mobile station with a letter addressed to David Brinner. There was a real person who went by the alias Doctor Brinner on his Portland-area radio show where he played a mad scientist. Dr. David Brinner is also a comic Hussie made before Homestuck. I’ve never read it myself. I didn’t even know it existed until I googled David Brinner.

Anyway, PM refuses to open this letter and gives stirring speeches that sound like they come from a movie (Kevin Costner’s Postman?) but I don’t think they do.

BRIGHT: PM believes very strongly in the purpose of mail delivery as the bedrock of civilisation. It comes across as funny, but not as mocking.

FAILURE ARTIST: PM then turns to the terminal. Jade appears on a screen shrouded in green static. PM finds Jade familiar. Unfortunately, before PM can converse with Jade, the terminal explodes.

Cut back again to Rose in the lab. There’s lots of cutesy pink little girl stuff down there that Rose decides to ignore. Why is it down there? Did Mom expect Rose to live there one day?

CHEL: I thought it was supposed to signal that Mom was living down there herself.

FAILURE ARTIST: Anyway, Rose also finds a mutant cat.

We cut away again to John contemplating going into his father’s bedroom through a hole in the roof. He decides to do it.

Cut to a fireplace with a portrait of Jade above it. It looks similar to Nanna’s shrine, minus the urn. But Jade isn’t dead, is she? She scampers right into the room the next panel. She arms herself with a huge rifle and tries to sneak across the room. However, her Grandpa appears, shadowed by the huge fire that suddenly lit up in the fireplace. She tries to run away only to fall asleep.

We cut to Dave’s final round - or rather, Jade fighting her Grandpa. Who, in another surprise, is a taxidermed corpse.

She talks to him like he’s alive, though after it, she says he was easier to deal with when he was alive. This disturbing state of affairs is never treated seriously.

CHEL: This, more than anything else, is why we set up the ARE YOU TRYING TO BE FUNNY count. Horrible as Bro would be by any realistic standards, at least Dave’s guardian is obviously living and Dave is not merrily talking away to a dead person. We later find out that Jade was the one who taxidermied Grandpa, while she was barely more than a toddler. Not only was she actually able to do this to professional standards, at an age when she shouldn’t have been handling sharp objects at all, but she displays no trauma from it, nor from having had to raise herself. And yet we’re supposed to take Dave’s issues seriously, and to a much lesser extent Rose’s, with no real indication that they’re any different.

TIER: It's one thing when an author's intended depiction of “an abusive household” for the most part flies over people's heads due to the absurdity of the whole situation when it initially got presented, that happens sometimes! Especially when one factors in Bro's total screen time, how he generally ticks the boxes for “absurd but really cool” guy visually, and how late in the game this knowledge was spelled out. It all comes together to make the whole Strider situation kinda come out of left field to judge people for finding the absurd situation funny.

But when it's sitting right next to the arguably worse scenario (stuffed.dead.guardian.) and the latter pretty much never gets brought up while the former gets a big ol’ spotlight shining down on it, yeah that's what the folks call Fucking Weird and in my personal opinion, suspect Ò_Ó.

CHEL: While I can’t really state one way or the other at this point, I do think it’s worth considering a reason that has already been brought up by a non-Homestucker; in the scenarios we’re not supposed to take seriously, the children are girls. I doubt this was even slightly what Hussie intended, but it certainly explains a lot about the fandom’s reactions. The more likely scenario regarding the canon explanation is probably that the ones we’re not supposed to take seriously are not Hussie’s self-insert.

ARE YOU TRYING TO BE FUNNY?: 9

BRIGHT: Not to mention, Jade grew up on an island in the middle of the ocean, physically isolated from any other people and with only an animal for company. There are known cases of children who grew up in similar circumstances in real life. Suffice to say, it generally does not end well.

You could argue that Jade is pretending her Grandpa is alive because she’s lonely and needs the company, but this is in no way implied by the text.

At any rate, Jade informs her grandfather that the rifle she has is perfectly adequate for killing things and she doesn’t need his oversized blunderbuss.

CHEL: To be strictly fair, we do later find out she had some contact with other people, but not in a way which I feel would be a substitute for having a living human parent in the “real” world.

FAILURE ARTIST: With Jade out the door, we go again to PM. They are fine except for some cartoon burn marks and a fire on their hood. The metal snake saves their precious mailbox.

BRIGHT: It earns PM’s affection for doing so.

Back at the lab, Rose utterly fails to ignore the four-eyed mutant kitten. She carries it over to a peculiar machine that turns out to be another Appearifier. This one is locked onto her cat, Jaspers, nine years ago. Not only was he alive, but the younger Rose was holding a psychotherapy session with him.

Rose attempts to appearify Jaspers, but since this would cause a time paradox, the machine leaves Jaspers in place and instead produces a ‘Paradox Clone’, which swiftly collapses into green slime. The machine next to the appearifier sucks up the paradox sludge, analyses its genetic sequence, and spits out another cat, rather more mutated than the last, in a process referred to as ‘Ectobiology’.

CHEL: John’s screen name, we remind you, is “ectoBiologist”, so it seems he heard of the concept somewhere, perhaps?

BRIGHT: On the appearifier’s screen, Jaspers reveals a stunning secret to young Rose, and is appearified to an unknown location before he can clarify anything. Two weeks later, his corpse reappeared. Oddly, the appearifier can’t see his whereabouts for the intervening period.

It can, however, see where his body went when it landed on the pad earlier! Rose appearifies the corpse and hightails it out of the lab, using the transportaliser to make her escape before the meteor can hit.

FAILURE ARTIST: If you click on the pink horseshoe that appears at the end of the Rose: Fast Forward To Now flash, there’s a little animation of Rose enjoying Maplehoof. I guess she’s making up for the loss of her precious Jaspers.

BRIGHT: We make a brief detour back to Jade, who’s searching for Becquerel. Two new things about Jade’s mysterious abilities: One, Becquerel is invisible to them. Two, this is unusual enough that it used to disturb her. Becquerel appears briefly in the background, and there’s clearly something strange about him…

CHEL: Additionally, it was clearly his face that was carved on the pumpkin we saw earlier, and he looks canine but it’s hard to make out details at this point...

BRIGHT: But before we can find out more, the comic jumps back to John.

Now in his Dad’s room, John is struck by an unwelcome discovery — there aren’t any clowns. Not on posters, no figurines. His father’s briefcase, rather than being full of the tools of a street performer, holds only boring papers and spreadsheets. In fact, the room is pretty boring...like his Dad is just a normal businessman?

"[S] John: Examine your dad's room." (Watch on YouTube)

FAILURE ARTIST: I wish more had been made of Bing “Douchebag” Crosby in this comic but that’s just me being an old movie nerd.

BRIGHT: While John attempts to recover from the BSOD this causes, his father breaks out of a jail cell armed with a safe. This is watched with displeasure by another black figure in brightly-coloured clothing, whose name is not Spades Slick. (He likes the ring of that, though.) No, he’s Archagent Jack Noir, and he oversees the affairs of a dark kingdom through three fenestrated walls.

CHEL: He usually has a fourth one but it got stolen.

FAILURE ARTIST: Those fingers typing the name Spades Slick are a suspicious color...

BRIGHT: He also despises the jester outfits everyone has been forced to wear, and refuses to don his comical hat until the Queen hijacks his fenestrated wall and orders him to wear it. The wall cuts back to Dad, who has now disarmed an especially burly-looking agent and is punching him in the head.

CHEL: Jack Noir makes mention of his carapace at this point; I don’t remember if his species is also referred to as “carapaces” in the comic but that’s the name the fandom knows them by. Guess we’ll see if they are as we go on.

BRIGHT: Meanwhile, John opens some birthday presents he found in his Dad’s room! He gets some Fruit Gushers, a very dapper suit, and best of all, an Array Fetch Modus, which lets him retrieve an item from any card in his deck! Of course, this would be too straightforward, so he combines it with his other Fetch Modii until he gets something properly inconvenient.

FAILURE ARTIST: How much do Modii cost and does everyone in this universe have one?

CHEL: The implication is tech like this is how Skaianet made its money, but since we never really see anyone who’s not involved somehow with the game, we don’t really get a good sense of the company being part of the world, so we don’t know. If I had to guess, though, I’d think getting the sylladex in the first place costs a big lump sum and then the various fetch modii cost much smaller amounts, sort of like apps on a phone or programs on a computer.

When prompted, John closely examines the Fruit Gushers box, this flavour being “MASSIVE TROPICAL BRAIN HEMORRHAGE”. Tasty…? John thinks so. However, in the corner of the box is a small, easily-missed logo…

THE HEINOUS BATTERWITCH HAS HER GNARLED CLAWS IN EVERYTHING.

After the destruction of his planet, the disappearance of his father, the appearance of his ghost grandma, and fighting numerous monsters, THIS is what finally sends John over the edge into a full-out meltdown, despite the onscreen caption declaring that THIS IS STUPID.

FAILURE ARTIST: I actually have a box of Fruit Gushers signed by Andrew Hussie.

CHEL: Back on the island, Jade, accompanied by dramatic music, attempts to retrieve a blue package from the ruins, but just as she reaches it, Becquerel appears between her and it, and we snap right back into STRIFE!

"[S] Jade: Retrieve package." (Watch on YouTube)

Becquerel, as we can now see clearly, is an enormous white dog, lacking facial features of any kind and emitting crackling green lightning - worthy of the description “devilbeast”, I think. Jade aims her rifle at his head and takes multiple shots, but none hit. The first heats up and melts into nothingness. When the second is fired Becquerel turns into green fire and next frame he and Jade are both riding on the now-enormous bullet which carries them across the lagoon to the other side of the island. Becquerel teleports the third bullet into space and himself and Jade to the top of the frog building, and he teleports himself out of the way of the fourth, the background flashing through several different locations. Finally, Jade shoots a bullet in the opposite direction with the instruction GO FETCH!, which Bec does, giving Jade time to grab the package. She rewards Bec for fetching with the irradiated steak and announces that he is a GOOD DOG, BEST FRIEND. After dancing around in celebration, she very abruptly falls asleep again, and Bec scoops her up on his back, takes her back to bed, and tucks her in.

FAILURE ARTIST: The music in Jade: Retrieve Package

is another replacement. Currently it’s An Unbreakable Union by Robert Blake but originally it was Mutiny by Bill Bolin. The original is very retro science fiction and the replacement is safari.

CHEL: For the record, real dogs are not horses and are not built to carry people like that, even very small children can damage a large dog’s back by riding it, but given Bec’s abilities, I don’t think that applies to him.

Rose comes out the other side of the transportaliser, she and the cat having both kept their atoms unmingled, and discovers she’s back in the house, in the room she thought was her mother’s bedroom. It seems the cutesy pink bed and stuff in the lab was in fact her mother’s bedroom, and this room is a well-stocked bar.

You decide not to be especially melodramatic about this revelation.

Good idea, Rose; there isn’t time, as the lab is promptly unestablished by a meteor, sending flaming debris flying through the window. The booze-filled room is especially endangered by this, so Rose decides to flee.

John punches some more cards and complains that he’s the one doing the work while Rose is just messing around on her computer, while Jade dreams and little red lights on her bedposts glow. A metal cabinet in the corner of her room has similar red lights on top, and it bursts open, revealing a Jade-shaped robot.

Sudden cut to a mysterious copy of Jade’s bedroom, except with pink walls, in which Jade stands, wearing a golden dress. Back in her real room, the DREAMBOT stands in the same position. The gold-clad Jade is, we find, a depiction of Jade in her dream. Dream Jade tries to get into bed, but complains of a heavy weight pressing down on her, as the robot is copying her actions and is now lying on top of the real sleeping Jade. Instead, she decides to fly, which of course she can do since it’s a dream (and the robot has jet propulsion).

The dream room also contains the blue package, addressed to “GG” from “GT”. This isn’t John’s current handle, but she knows it’s from John, and that she must deliver it to somewhere else without opening it.

Flashback to the previous winter. In a shot of John’s window, we see his calendar and the edges of some of his posters. The calendar is marked with smiley faces in party hats in green, red, and purple, marking Jade, Dave, and Rose’s birthdays, but more noticeably, there are creepy faces with jester hats and huge teeth scrawled on the wall and posters. I didn’t notice it until just now, but there are some purple lines on the arm of one of the poster characters which might just be part of a drawn-on clown outfit but from this vantage point look like self-harm scars. Brr. Ominous.

John at this point in time is going by “ghostyTrickster�� on Pesterchum, hence the “GT” nametag on the package. He’s chatting to Jade about having sent off everyone’s birthday gifts, and how he hopes Jade’s will “help you solve those problems you’ve been having lately”. John is embarrassed to realise it will take much longer than he thought for the package to reach Jade’s island, but she assures him it will arrive “exactly when it needs to”.

BRIGHT: With the reveal of John’s previous handle, and from the characters in the Trollslum, we also get the theme of the handle initials being the letters of DNA. (GCAT.)

FAILURE ARTIST: Jade complains about “trolls” and we have the first time this beloved and perhaps overshadowing species is named. However, John calls the “trolls” the r-slur so that’s another point.

CLOCKWORK PROBLEMATYKKS: 10

CHEL: Also, the trolls are why he changed his handle, in an attempt to avoid them bothering him.

FAILURE ARTIST: We go back to current day. John is peeved at the graffiti on his posters. He thinks it’s the imps. However, we just saw it was there months before. What is going on, hmmm?

Rose decides to name the cat Vodka Mutini. She then talks with John. Rose wonders where Dave is and John figures that Bro is kicking his ass. Considering that this ass-kicking is later treated as serious abuse, this is a callous thing for a friend to say.

ARE YOU TRYING TO BE FUNNY?: 10

CHEL: I’d also say that counts as HURRY UP AND DO NOTHING. There’s not much an internet friend can do about someone’s abusive situation on the other side of the country but they could at least support Dave and tell him to call the police, if it is supposed to be that bad. Or at least, you know, be worried. Then again, Dave might not have told them what the ass-kicking entails, but Rose knows about his brother’s websites, and given that we know Bro made at least one film in which Dave was involved and may or may not have been on camera, and the film certainly would show the state the apartment was in…

HURRY UP AND DO NOTHING: 4

FAILURE ARTIST: Anyway, when John complains about his posters being defaced, Rose says they always looked that way. John naturally freaks out at this creepy revelation.

We cut to WV. They are trying to get down from the mobile station without sacrificing the MAYORAL SASH. While working the Appearifier, they get John’s present with an envelope addressed to “Mister Mayor”. After WV gets more cable, they rappel down the mobile station with the package under their arm.

Meanwhile, a figure in yellow caution tape watches WV through a sniper rifle. This is Aimless Renegade, a wonderful but forgotten character.

We go back to John and Rose. John discusses the mystery of the defaced posters while he futzes around with the Alchemiter. Rose thinks that John had blocked out the memory of defacing the posters and the revelation that his father isn’t who he thought he was unblocked his memory. She thinks maybe his father thought he was interested in clowns because John drew clowns everywhere. Yet John also wrote “LAME KID”? Maybe Dad should have taken John to therapy.

CHEL: “Lame kid” with arrows pointing down at his bed, to be exact, among other insults, and the clown faces don’t look like the product of someone who liked clowns at all!

ARE YOU TRYING TO BE FUNNY?: 11 HURRY UP AND DO NOTHING: 5

Yet Dad Egbert is supposed to be the good parent of the group, so here we go with a new count:

RELATIONSHIP GOALS?: 1

This one’s primarily for romantic relationships, but other relationship fumbles apply too.

Rose thinks that the drawings are the result of John trying to express something subconscious, possibly a repressed past memory. John changes the subject to the upward building process; Rose complains that chimneys weren’t meant to bear such a weight, and considers switching to walls now they can get grist more easily, but she’s running out of time as the house proper is now on fire. John blames Dave, so I think we can assume that either they don’t know his brother forces him into swordfights or they don’t think it’s a problem. Which one is hard to determine.

FAILURE ARTIST: We cut to Jade playing a bass solo so advanced it doesn’t have a bass line. Another Bolin replacement. We find out Dream Jade is in a castle on a planet that’s a gold copy of the one Jack Noir and co are on. While flying around, she sees an inhabitant that looks familiar. CHEL: This is what I was referring to when I said Jade did have some contact with people; she is able to contact the carapaces in her dreams. However, the carapaces are, as we’ve seen from WV and company, somewhat childlike in behaviour, living in a society that’s nothing like Earth’s, biologically not the same as humans so they couldn’t easily advise her if she got ill or injured, and they don’t appear to be able or willing to speak, at least not most of the time and/or in a way the humans could understand, not to mention they would have no way to physically assist her in the waking world so she’d still have to raise herself from a very young age. Hence, why I don’t think they’re a substitute for an actual human parent.

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rhiannon-writes · 7 years ago

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Character Questions - Arden

Personal

1) Age? 17 years old.

2) Gender? Female.

3) Romantic/Sexual Orientation? Pan, but leans heavily towards men.

4) Height? 5’7

5) Race? White.

6) What do they look like? She’s a bit curvy, all muscle, with long red-brown hair and very dark eyes. Her defining feature would probably be her nose, which has been broken like three times and is permanently crooked.

7) Any disabilities? No.

8) Is there a meaning to their name? Arden means Valley of the Eagle. Her mother chose the name because of a huge valley nearby her home village.

9) What makes them, them? You could say that the most unique thing about her is her ability to communicate with dragons. But so many things make her who she is. She’s short tempered and funny and can charm her way into getting practically anything from a marketplace for free. She loves combat and truly loves learning at the academy, even if she doesn’t think she’s very good at it.

10) What do they want to be when they grow up/what do they want to do with their lives? She literally has no clue. Her plan had always been to stay in her little village, take care of her sister, marry someone and manage her father’s farm. But since moving to the town near the Academy she feels like she might want something different.

Family

11) Do they have parents? What are they like and how do they act with their child(ren)? Her mother was executed when Arden was very young for her ability to speak to dragons, an ability that Arden inherited from her. After her mother’s death Arden took a parenting role over her father because he has struggled for years with the loss of his wife.

12) Do they have siblings? How do they interact with them? If not, do they wish they had siblings? Arden has one sister, Clara, who is six years younger. Arden has taken care of her since the loss of their mother, as her father had fallen apart and wasn’t in a position to care for anyone. Arden still sees Clara as more of her child than her sister.

13) Extended family? Do they see them often? She doesn’t know any of her extended family, but her father said that he had two brothers.

14) Do they like where they live? (Is it a safe place?) She lives in a small village in Erelia. It’s a farming community with only about 14 houses and then forest for miles around them. It is safe, if not a bit boring. She grew up there and doesn’t know anything different.

15) Where do they live? Are they wealthy? Poor? Middle-Class? She’s a commoner, and quite poor. Arden haggles for most things that her family needs, often trading labor or food from her family’s field for anything they might need.

16) Do they have a lot of expectations/pressure on them from family to do great? No. Her father does want a good life for her, but he doesn’t care what life that is.

17) Do they have pets? Her sister collects chickens, and they raise a few pigs every year, but Arden doesn’t really consider her farm animals to be pets. There is a small dragon that hangs around her village that she would call a pet, but she considers him more of a friend.

18) Who do they look up to the most/are the closest to in their family? She’s not really close to anyone in her family. She sees her father and sister of people that she has to take care of, people that can’t ever see her weak, and that creates a bit of distance between them.

19) This there anything special about their family? The gift of dragon communication runs in her mothers family, but other than that not much else.

20) Do they wish they lived in a different family/household? She would never outright wish for something different, especially since she doesn’t know any other way to live. But sometimes she longs for the way it was when her mother was alive, or for a life where she didn’t have to work so hard.

Friends

21) Best Friend(s)? Connor. By far. He’s the barkeep at the inn where she gets a job during her schooling at the Academy and they become close very quickly.

22) Who was their first friend? She honestly can’t remember, but she used to be friends with a lot of the kids from her village.

23) What is their friend group like? Really, she doesn’t have many friends. She has people that she is friendly to, but Connor and Darius are the only people she truly considers friends. Darius is the local blacksmith and her mentor back home in her village.

24) Do they have a love/hate relationship with any of them? No.

25) Do they consider any of their friends to be like siblings? Yes. Connor decided that he was her older brother almost as soon as he met her, and Arden certainly wasn’t going to argue with him.

26) Have they ever hurt a friend or lost one? She lost most of her friends when her mother died. She was angry and lashed out at everyone, including her friends. Those that stayed drifted away when Arden started to care for her family because she didn’t have time for them anymore.

27) Do they have a crush on any of their friends? No.

28) Do they share classes with good friends? No. She doesn’t have any friends at the Academy yet.

29) Whom do they go to the most when they need a shoulder to cry on? It used to be Darius, her mentor and the local blacksmith in her village. He wasn’t great at advice or dealing with tears, but her let her fight through it, literally, and did combat training drills with her. More recently though, it’s, you guessed it. Connor.

30) What would this person do without their friends in their lives? She would isolate herself, throwing herself into whatever work she needed to do, insisting that she didn’t need any friends until someone managed to worm their way into her inner circle once again.

School

31) What grade are they in? If they aren’t in school, how come? Things aren’t really assigned by grade but by age. She goes to classes with other seventeen year olds.

32) Do/Did they like their teachers? Was there a good one? Bad one? Some of her teachers are rude because of her status, but not allowed to blatantly call her out so she’ll often ignore it. Her favorite teachers though, are the combat teacher and the librarian.

33) Do/Did they listen to their teachers or are/where they goofing off a lot? She listens to her teachers and absorbs as much information as possible. She came to the academy several years after most of the other students though, and often struggles to keep up.

34) Are/Where they a good student grade wise? She gets average grades. Not low enough to get kicked out, but not high enough to be any sort of an exemplary student.

35) Do/Did they need extra help? Yes. But she won’t ask for it because she doesn’t want to be seen as weak.

36) What is/was their school like? It’s a military academy, with a big focus on dragon training as they are so plentiful in the kingdom of Erelia.

37) Do/Did they have bullies in school? She is constantly bullied in school. Being the only commoner in a school full of nobles kind of puts a target on her back.

38) Have they ever gotten into a fight at school? Ha! Yes.

39) Have they ever done something stupid/embarrassing at school? She has done things that would probably would be considered embarrassing, but is incredibly hard to embarrass and typically laughs it off with no issue.

40) How far do they plan to go with school? If they dropped out, do they want to go back? She’s planning to graduate from her kingdom’s academy, if possible. They focus on training dragons for military purposes, but she has heard that some commoners managed to make a business of breeding dragons or training them for farmwork and thats what she would like to do.

Other

41) Are they dating anyone? Do they want to date? Are the married? Divorced? She has no intention of dating anyone. Her life plan is probably to find a decent guy with a job and marry him like most of the other girls from her village, but she has never seen love as an option.

42) What is their favorite hobby? Do they keep it a secret? Her favorite hobby is honestly combat training. She loves the adrenaline and being able to really use her body instead of sitting around like you have to with a few other hobbies. It’s definitely not a secret.

43) If they could have one thing in life, what would it be? Probably the ability to be who she is legally. Hiding her ‘gift’ is a huge challenge and if she slips up, even once, she could be executed for it. She is painfully aware of that threat seeing as her mother met that fate when Arden was nine.

44) Do they work? If so, what is it? If not, are they looking for one or even want one? She works as a server at the Dragon’s Breath, which is an inn nearby the Academy. When she isn’t in school she manages her family and works with a local blacksmith full time.

45) Do they use social media? N/A.

46) Have they ever been to a medic? Yes. There have been a few incidents that required her to be taken to a medic, not including a few more that she probably should have gone, but refused, insisting that she was fine.

47) Do they believe in the supernatural, that there is more than the eye can see? She doesn’t discount the idea, but doesn’t actively believe either. She’s sort of a see-and-believe person, and she hasn’t seen proof that the supernatural does exist or that it doesn’t.

48) What do they do when they get angry, stressed, or upset? If she’s stressed she gets angry. If she’s angry she holds it in for about 20 minutes and then explodes. When she’s upset, she usually just tries to stay away from everyone and will often cry, something that she is ashamed of.

49) Would they consider themselves as a good person, bad person, or morally grey? She considers herself morally grey. She’s grown up knowing that a big part of who she is is already illegal on punishment of death, and managed to absorb that into who she is.

50) Does this OC have any part of you in them? (I.e, personality traits, similar background, etc) I mean she’s got the hair I wish I had. She was also raised by a single parent. Other than that not much.

51) Do you have a picture to represent them? (My question. Lol.) I do!! I found the image on Pinterest, full credit goes to the owner.

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kill-it-with-an-x-burner · 7 years ago

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Heya! I love, love, love your KHR/BNHA fic. Have you ever thought of what will happen with his Guardians around? Also if they were born into BNHA-verse?

CONTAIN SPOILERS FROM KHR AND/OR (MINOR) FROM BNHA

Why, yes. Yes, I have.

Okay, so I based their lives on what quirk will they have or what their background is.

I bet that to keep Mukuro from doing anything illegal, Hibari from imposing his iron-clad rules, and Gokudera from establishing Vongola, Tsuna would push them onto heroics — it helps society, it promotes discipline, it involves fighting, and it’s 100% legal.

I imagine that Tsuna and his friends would be 1-A’s senpai. This is mainly to parallel their class placement in Namimori. Back there, they were middle school sophomores. Now, they’re high school sophomores. Hibari, Mukuro, and Ryohei are seniors.

Now I don’t want Lambo to feel left out (that 9-10 year difference is really big), so I decided that he’s in Izuku’s batch, along with Chrome. Don’t get me wrong — I know Chrome is canonically in the same batch as Tsuna, but I thought that she’s 1 year younger and so Lambo wouldn’t be isolated, I moved her down to his grade level.

I also thought it’d be funny if the main male trio (Tsuna, Gokudera, & Yamamoto) became related to BNHA’s main male trio (Deku, Bakugou, & Todoroki). This isn’t just that; their possible quirks are compatible, too! On the other hand, Lambo is related to a canon character only for quirk-related purposes. Lightning flames resemble Electrification quirk too closely, so it would only make sense if he’s related to Kaminari.

As for their classes, I imagined that Tsuna, Gokudera, and Yamamoto were put into Aizawa’s class and when he committed mass expulsion, only those three passed. They can’t exactly hold a special section for 3 people only, so they were absorbed by the other section. Thus, theirs is the only batch in Heroics department with only 1 class comprised of students more than the usual amount.

(More under the cut.)

So here’s a list of their reincarnated names, quirks, and hero names:

Midoriya Ietsuna

Ietsuna: 家 ie “home/family” + 絆 tsuna(gu) “bond (between people)”

Place of Origin: Shizuoka Prefecture (Musutafu, Japan)

Class: 2-A

Hero Name: Blazing Hero, Reborn

Quirk: Dying Will

Special Move: X-Burner

Current appearance: Green hair and orange eyes

Fun fact, the kanji for tsunagu can also mean to tie or fasten, like actual ropeI decided that his name (I-e-tsu-na) would be as such because both Inko (I-n-ko) and Izuku (I-zu-ku) are like that. It matches.

Izuku’s information in the wiki states that his birthplace “near Shizuoka”. The specific city he lives in is Musutafu (isn’t confirmed to be in any particular prefecture). However…

“The Shizuoka area” can be interpreted as either “near Shizuoka” or within Shizuoka itself. So I decided to just specify it as Shizuoka. The reason for this is because some would be in another prefecture (e.g. Lambo, being related to Kaminari whilst the main trio are in Musutafu), so segregate them into groups and put them in different places, I say!

The locations I considered for their birthplaces are either in accordance with their BNHA relatives or accessibility to interactions with others. Shizuoka isn’t too far from Saitama (where Kaminari lives in), so it wouldn’t be too farfetched for Tsuna, Gokudera, or Yamamoto to interact with Lambo prior to attending Yuuei.

Okay, about his hero name. Tsuna would be nothing if Reborn didn’t come in his life, and I’m sure he knows that, too. He appreciates his sadistic tutor for everything he has done and he wouldn’t be the person he is today without Reborn’s guidance. Not to mention the fact that they’ve literally been reborn. So I think he would pay homage to his hitman tutor.

His quirk, Dying Will, is more or less the same as his ability in his past life. There are some parts of it different, like not having petrification anymore and only having access to his Sky flames (no Oath flames sorry!):

It’s a physical manifestation of Tsuna’s life force, taking the form of flames. Literally “dying”, because the more damages he takes, the stronger his fire. Literally “will”, because it only burns what he wills it to burn.

Zero Point Breakthrough: First Edition & Revised only works on organic stuff. Life force is organic. People, animals, and plants are living; also organic. Quirk-made energy such as Kaminari’s electricity can only be absorbed by Tsuna because he produced it himself.

Tsuna can’t absorb normal fire, etc. Tsuna can’t freeze non-living things unless they’re organic (produced by a quirk such as the case with Yaomomo) or they’re covered in organic stuff.

Tsuna’s Hyper Intuition is covered by this quirk, too. Being able to harness one’s life force. Dying Will Flames are harnessed from one’s life force. Due to the way it resonates with one’s emotions, it has been regarded as a type of battle aura. Basically, HI is the manifestation of Tsuna’s aura-sensing abilities/passive aura-related abilities.

Another passive ability would be from the “harmony” aspect of Sky flames. In his quirk, this converts to the “pull” that people feel towards him. Their aura is reacting to his aura.

Midoriya Hisashi can breathe fire. I will assume that his relatives also have fire-related quirks, so Tsuna’s quirk can still fall under it.

Tsuna can’t teach Izuku how to light up flames because his abilities are now a quirk - an ability you’re born with and cannot be taught. Dying Will isn’t like OFA wherein he can pass it on, nor is it like AFO in which he can steal and give abilities he stole.

I included special moves because heroes in BNHA have them. Their special move may not exactly be their strongest. Rather, it’s more of which one in their arsenal is their signature move. In Tsuna’s case, it’s his X-Burner.

Whilst Tsuna and the others may have the same faces, things such as their hair color, eye color, freckles, etc. may be different due to having new parents. We don’t know what Midoriya Hisashi looks like, so I gave Tsuna Inko’s hair color instead. He got orange eyes (like in HDWM) because he is now actively tapping into his life force 24/7 unlike before.

With Tsuna around, surely he wouldn’t let Izuku get bullied, yes? Of course, he’d protect his brother from bullies. However, they are in different grade levels and Izuku seems to be the type to hide his troubles so his loved ones wouldn’t worry (even if he doesn’t know that they know anyway). He probably wouldn’t get too bullied, but it won’t go away. Not with Izuku being quirkless, nor with Bakugou’s twisted inferiority superiority complex.

Bakugou Hayatō/Hayatou

Hayatō: 隼 haya “falcon” + 勝 tō “superior/be superior to”

Place of Origin: Shizuoka Prefecture (Musutafu, Japan)

Class: 2-A

Hero Name: Smoking Hero, Hurricane Bomb

Quirk: Explosive Constructs

Special Move: Rocket Bombs

Current appearance: Silver blond hair and red eyes

Yes, “Hayatō” and not “Hayato”, due to the kanji. Now, the first kanji in his name is the same as his old name, whilst the second is from Masaru 勝. Since Bakugou (Katsuki) is a combination of Masaru and Mitsuki 光己 (Katsuki is 勝己), I thought it’s appropriate for Gokudera to get kanji from their parents. Unfortunately, using Mitsuki’s kanji would in no way be read as “haya”. Luckily, “tō” is an alternate way of reading his father’s kanji. A friend was the one to suggest this to me, although I am unsure if it can be considered a “kira-kira” name due to the reading.

Bakugou lives in the same area as Izuku, so that’s that.

Regarding his hero name, Gokudera has both been referred to as “Smoking Bomb” or “Hurricane Bomb”, so I thought, why not both? …The reason for the description as “Smoking Hero” has something to do with his quirk.

For his quirk, I originally thought of giving him Explosive Fire instead (which is fire that explodes upon contact), but then he wouldn’t need his bombs anymore. Gokudera is bomb-reliant. A quirk without involving bombs for him is complete blast-phemy okay sorry for the forced pun and in the end, I gave him the ability to produce his own fireworks. Details:

As the name implies, Explosive Construct is to create explosives. Its main/default/non-removable property is to create an explosion. Now what is particular about this, is what extra attribute his bomb will have.

This extra aspect depends on what he consumes: food, beverages, vices, and other organic things such as leaves and quirk-made stuff (Yaomomo’s creations, Todoroki’s flames, body crystal from that one villain, etc.). For example, Gokudera smokes a cigarette. That’s considered as consumption since he technically inhales the smoke.

Gokudera smokes so he can produce smoke bombs and light up the other explosives he made.

The explosive property is from Masaru, whilst the “manually made from myself/organically-produced” property is from Mitsuki (Masaru can’t forcibly secrete the explody sweat, but Mitsuki can willfully emit her glycerin).

Now, about Gokudera’s coloring: both parents haven’t been shown in a colored spread so I can’t tell what color their hair and eyes are. However, I can assume that one of them has ash blond hair and red eyes (because that’s what Bakugou has). Blond hair is a light color and so is silver, so I gave Gokudera silvery blond. Red eyes because Bakugou. Yeah.

His relationship with his younger brother would be a little rocky. Both are equally hot-tempered. However, they can be vastly different in which Bakugou grows up to be a jerk and Gokudera’s not; not with his past memories, he wouldn’t. Yes, he would be as abrasive as Bakugou, but he wouldn’t be openly hostile without a proper reason. He’ll be irritated, but wouldn’t want to beat you up or kill you for a small issue.

Not to mention that Gokudera’s a goddamn genius as a child in his past life. What more if he had access to his knowledge as an adult, amirite? Bakugou could have formed a sense of inferiority due to his desire to one-up his older brother, too; sibling rivalry.

This could be the reason for Bakugou to be more polite towards Tsuna and Inko. Tsuna’s the supportive-type of brother who wouldn’t antagonize you. He and Gokudera would probably butt heads a lot. Inko is a motherly adult whom he’s known as a kid so he probably wouldn’t be explosive towards her, unlike his potty mouth mother. Izuku is a different story because he’s quirkless and the fuck ton of issues he has with the other.

Man, Bakugou’s a complicated person.

Todoroki Takeshi

Place of Origin: Shizuoka Prefecture (Musutafu, Japan)

Class: 2-A

Hero Name: Samurai Hero, Shigure

Quirk: Tranquil Rain

Special Move(s): Shigure Soen Ryu

Current appearance: White hair fading into red and blue eyes

I couldn’t think of a good new name for Yamamoto, sorry!

Him being part of the Todoroki family was… unplanned. Originally, Tsuna is supposed to be Todoroki’s older brother due to the fire and ice thing. But then I had that idea with KHR main male trio = BNHA main male trio older brothers so… that’s that. Also, rain flames is watery and you can derive water from fire and ice combined.

Endeavor doesn’t seem to be the type to send his kids to a public school, even if they’re just failures. Orudera isn’t exactly a school for the wealthy/famous, so no Yamamoto there. A possible chance of the trio reuniting would be in kindergarten, elementary school, or meeting each other by chance since they all live in the same city.

Why Samurai Hero? Yamamoto is a swordsman. He’s reliant on using a sword and I bet you that he’d bring his mad blade skills to his next life if he could. Why Shigure? Same name as the sword and the sword style. Also, Shigure 時雨 can mean “drizzle” as a whole and “time/season” + “rain”, respectively (it’s also apparently translated as “Shower in Late Autumn”? Dunno how they got autumn there).

His quirk (and Rain flames) match Shigure perfectly:

Can produce water (”rain” in Shigure).

Water can slow down enemies (the “tranquil” part which was originally from rain flames). This part represents the “time” in Shigure.

Other than the fact that they aren’t flames anymore, Yamamoto’s quirk is no different from Rain flames.

His appearance is based on his new parents. Speaking of Endeavor, Yamamoto’s quirk is indeed a mix of the two. However, I bet this isn’t exactly what the man had in mind when he thought of a perfect quirk to beat All Might. Also, it’s water — not really a good idea to mix with his fire. Yamamoto is no pushover either, and his unfaltering sunny disposition would probably put Endeavor off, too.

I think Todoroki’s Half-Hot, Half-Cold is what he prefers because it’s flashy, powerful, and more wholesomely destructive compared to Yamamoto. This doesn’t mean water is weak and useless; I’m just basing it on Endeavor’s perspective.

With Yamamoto as Todoroki’s brother, I don’t think he’d get as pushed to the limit like in canon, but the other probably can’t prevent every abuse from their burning garbage of a father. He can’t exactly run away, either — since Todoroki isn’t willing to leave willy-nilly (also Endeavor, with his influence and power, can probably drag them back home screaming). They didn’t have the luxury of having the mind of an instant resilient adult when they were born.

He’ll just be a pillar of support for his family, I guess.

Haregawa Ryohei

Haregawa: 晴 hare “sun/sunny” + 川 gawa “river”

Place of Origin: Nagano Prefecture

Class: 3-B

Hero Name: Boxing Hero, Counterpunch

Quirk: Activation

Special Move: Maximum Cannon

Current appearance: Mostly the same, I guess?

I just wanted to give him a new surname instead of a revised given name because I couldn’t think of anything and am an uncreative fuck. The first kanji is literally the one used for Sun flames.

Why live in Nagano? Because Nagano borders more prefectures than any other in Japan which kinda parallels Ryohei’s friendliness/openness and the province’s mountains have made it relatively isolated which mirrors Hibari’s isolationist nature (yes, Hibari also lives in this prefecture).

Not to mention that despite Namimori being somewhat an urban community, there’s a large forest nearby (Future Arc) and Namimori Shrine looks like the ones in the provinces, denoting that it’s a town in a mostly rural area.

Hero name reasoning: simple. He’s a boxer. Also references his Sunshine Counter in KHR.

His quirk is also equally simple. He gets to keep the activation aspect of Sun flames, but not the fire aspect. Activation involves stimulating and augmenting stuff. This gets him to keep everything he can do in KHR:

Punch hard? “Activate” (Augment) his own body.

Heal people? “Activate” their cells and body’s healing factor.

The issue with Sunshine Counter/Uppercut: He can’t do this anymore. Well, either that or he can somehow absorb the impact of someone’s hit and activate his body so he can send it back + force from his own power, so double the damage.

About Ryohei’s appearance, I’m not sure about changing anything because his quirk isn’t closely similar to anyone that I’d need him to be related to them, thus, changing his appearance in a way.

I put him, Hibari, and Mukuro in 3-B because I assume that the Big 3 are in 3-A and I didn’t want to put them all in the same class. That’s it. There’s no deeper reason behind it.

Kaminari Ranbō/Ranbou

Ranbō: 乱 ran “disordered/chaotic“ + 暴 bō “acting with destructive force”. Together, 乱暴 is “roughness/violent/rude/act recklessly”.

Place of Origin: Saitama Prefecture

Class: 1-A

Hero Name: Lightning Hero, Lambo

Quirk: Lightning Rod

Special Move: Elettrico Cornata

Current appearance: Black hair and gold eyes

I made him related to Kaminari because as I have mentioned near the beginning, it’s quirk-related. Lightning flames are similar to actual electricity. That hits too close to home and I couldn’t let a chance pass wherein I can give Lambo a proper, BNHA-canon biological family. He and Kaminari are twins, with him as the younger one.

About his name, I learned that the romaji for Lambo’s name is an actual word. So I used it as his new given name. It references the role of the Lightning Guardian which is ”To draw damage to himself and away from the rest of the Famiglia, serving as a lightning rod.“.

He belongs in Saitama, because that’s where his brother lives.

Hero name time! So the Lightning Hero is a no-brainer, and I figure that Adult!Lambo (which is the mentality he had before he died) would be pretty laid-back so to speak; thus, he would choose something that isn’t too complicated and has sentimental value… which is his previous life’s name.

For his quirk, it has one major difference from Kaminari’s Electrification — Lambo can’t produce his own electricity. As the name suggests, he’s a human lightning rod; he can only absorb (and release) electricity. It’s why he charges himself with an outside source (such as his brother and household electricity). Once he runs out of electricity, his quirk is useless unless gets to absorb again.

Current appearance: why the black hair? About Kaminari, I’m not sure if his hair is dyed in some way and if so, which color is the dyed part? Is it the blond hair or the black streak? Most likely the streak but you never know. Gold is Kaminari’s eye color. That’s all there is to it.

In BNHA-verse, I imagined him as Chrome’s age. Technically, he’s older than her now: Lambo’s new birthday is the same as Kaminari (June 29) while Chrome, like the others, keep their original birthdays (hers is December 5). Despite this, he still calls her “Chrome-nee” out of habit.

He sits behind Kaminari (Lambo is Seat No. 8), so Kirishima is now Seat No. 9. He and Chrome replace Kouji and Sato in 1-A. I was originally going to put them in 1-B, but there’s too little information about them so… yeah.

Namimori Kyouya

Namimori: 並 nami “average” + 盛 mori “prime/peak”

Place of Origin: Nagano Prefecture

Class: 3-B

Hero Name: Disciplinary Hero, Hibari

Quirk: Propagation

Special Move: None he doesn’t need one

Current appearance: Relatively unchanged

Okay, okay. Since reincarnation = not always having the same surname, I came up with giving him “Namimori” as his family name. Everyone else finds it amusing, but Hibari likes it. Same name as his territory in a previous life where he terrorized the citizens and “disciplined” the unruly, what’s not to like?

As mentioned in Ryohei’s entry, Nagano’s mountains have made it relatively isolated which mirrors Hibari’s isolationist nature. Also, it’d be funny if he grows up with Ryohei all over again. As much as Hibari would more or less break into hives at socialization, Ryohei would reign him in. I mean, have you seen TYL!Ryohei and TYL!Hibari? Like, they’re such bros??

His old surname is too perfect as a hero name, I couldn’t resist recycling it. Hibari 雲雀 as a whole means “skylark”, while separately it’s 雲 “cloud” and 雀 “sparrow”. Skylarks are solitary, migratory, and territorial. Sparrows are the same (not sure if they’re territorial, though).

Similar to Ryohei, he gets to keep the property of Cloud flames, minus the flame part. According to KHR, Cloud flames involve multiplying and expanding. Not really that big of a deal when it comes to the quirk lottery, but with Hibari’s frightening combat prowess, he doesn’t even need to be reliant on an extra ability to beat people into a pulp. Even more so when you beat him down.

Talk to Hibari? He’ll bite you to death.

Fight Hibari? He’ll bite you to death.

Defeat Hibari? Unlikely, since he’ll bite you to death. But in the very miniscule chance that you do get to beat him, he’ll rise from defeat and endure all physical and mental pain out of spite to prove his superiority and assert dominance because fuck you he’s a carnivore.

Exist? He’ll definitely bite you to death, unless you’re a kid or a cute animal.

He also canonically doesn’t have a special move. Maybe it’s because he can bite you to death without resorting to any fancy skill. I dunno.

I picture him as the actual strongest student in Yuuei. He just isn’t… very friendly nor cooperative. He’s also not one for fame, but rather, for infamy. Hibari is the guy you won’t hear about in the news, but one that you’d hear about in gossips and rumors. He’s the perfect underground hero — the more violent and volatile version of Aizawa.

Since he’s such an outlier and a wild card, I don’t think many outside of Yuuei would have heard of him.

But he is a living urban legend on campus.

Kurodo Mukuro

Kurodo: 黒 kuro “black” + 道 do “path/method”

Place of Origin: Yamanashi Prefecture

Class: 3-B

Hero Name: Illusionist Hero, Rokudo

Quirk: Six Paths of Reincarnation

Special Move: Genjuu Gagaia

Current appearance: Substantially the same

Another unoriginal name variation, I know. I practically used the anagram of his surname and used different kanji (though I kept the “do” part).

As for his place of origin, there really wasn’t any deep thought put into it. I looked at a map of Japan, saw Yamanashi bordering Shizuoka, Nagano, and Saitama, and decided “hey, that’s where I’m putting the pineapple wonder duo”. In addition to that, Gran Torino’s apartment is there. It’s a rundown building and it isn’t too farfetched to infer that there are more rundown buildings in the vicinity… where Mukuro and Chrome would feel right at home.

Illusionist Hero, Rokudo is… self-explanatory. He’s an illusionist and Rokudo literally means “six paths”, like his ability (六 roku “six” + do “path/method”).

Six Paths of Reincarnation was too perfect a quirk; it covers the illusion aspect of Mist flames, too. For those who don’t know/remember, the Realm of Hell (first path) grants Mukuro the power to create real illusions capable of manifesting in the physical/real world.

Genjuu Gagaia roughly translates to “Real Illusion Beast - Corpse-Eating Crows”. It’s a pretty… graphic name and very literal in application. It’s also a perfect special move for Mukuro because illusions and violence; and Chrome didn’t use it in canon. Hard to give them a separate special move to develop when they share almost every ability.

And finally…

Kurodo Nagi

Nagi: 凪 “peaceful”

Place of Origin: Yamanashi Prefecture

Class: 1-A

Hero Name: Illusionist Hero, Chrome

Quirk: Illusion

Special Move: Cortina Nebbia

Current appearance: Substantially the same

I kept her original name, because I can.

This time, unlike in KHR, she and Mukuro are biological siblings. This is also to solve the problem of them having closely-related quirks.

I gave her the same title as Mukuro because despite learning how to be independent from her master in KHR… she still looks up to him and owes him a lot, so I think she’d want to emulate him in some way. One minor way is to have the same hero title. For her name, Chrome is too perfect of an alias. Not her real name, has sentimental value, and is an anagram of Mukuro’s name.

Her quirk is similar to Mukuro, except for the fact that she can only make illusions. She has no access to his other abilities such as human possession, which is granted by the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

For her special move, only Cortina Nebbia is the ability that Mukuro didn’t use (I might remember this wrong, though). It’s also a defensive technique, which fits the pacifistic Chrome a lot more than genocidal Mukuro.

What I didn’t mention in Mukuro’s entry has something to do with the surname. I didn’t want to change the seating arrangement of 1-A too much (which is inevitable if I’m replacing 2 canon characters with 2 from KHR). Lambo, much to my relief, was a shoe-in for Kaminari. Chrome’s was the trickier part. I thought, “what surname would keep Chrome in Sato and Kouji’s column?”, then I remembered anagrams and from Rokudo/Dokuro -> Kurodo.

Chrome is currently Seat No. 10. She sits between Uraraka and Todoroki.

For reference of the seats (alphabetical order is vertical):

Aaaand that’s all I have. Man, what a long post.

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louiseblue1 · 8 years ago

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Another Meta from Dynamo Deb

Here we go again Lou :) Speculating is so much funnier isn’t it ? ;) However this isn’t a spec but thoughts about relationship patterns and some S/F parallels. I wanted to write a spec on the shady reporter but it will be on an other post :) Ok so while rereading I added some ideas which means it’s got way longer that I first intended. Sorry in advance. I won’t mind if you don’t read it lol

A relationship is a dynamic process between two individuals based on several values/factors. What SA said about the core of Olicity’s relationship is very true. It was based first and foremost on trust (and love of course). But once that trust is destroyed how can you restore it ? How can your relationship continue working if the core has been harmed ? You need to find a way to rebuild it. Not the way you think it can be rebuilt but the way the other person needs you to restore it in order to trust you again. Our perception isn’t always the same as our partners’. It can be different.

So in this case after Oliver destroyed Felicity’s trust in him, in them…what does she need him to do to make things right ? Remember when in 416 he told her that marriage was what they both wanted ? No it wasn’t anymore at that point. He thought that promising to never lie again would be enough to get her back. It wasn’t. It was his perception of fixing things. Not Felicity’s.

She realized back then that they weren’t ready for marriage. They’d could just take a break and try to work through their problems. But her abandon issues led her to cut it off. “There’s no fixing this”. We can imagine that Oliver felt lost and even more after the balcony scene. During months he kept hoping they could one day get back together. Maybe by becoming someone better and trustworthy it would fix their issues ? But it didn’t.

Once again he’s completely lost and doesn’t know what to do. How can he interact with her ? How approach the fact that there’s sth going on with her but she seems so unreachable… And Lou this is what I think is the reason he lacks on sleep. He’s worried about her. He sees her taking a dark path. Her reaction after Diggle had tortured that guy ? It’s not HIS Felicity. What’s going on with her ?! How had he failed her again ?! How can he fix this ?! The more she goes down the rabbit hole the more he will feel bad. Maybe that’s what it takes in order to see him try harder to be her light, her hope, to save her from her darkness like she had saved him…

The only think he can do right now is to fix what’s repairable. NB: I understand now Lou what you meant by what happened with Susan can be fixed and that’s why he’s focused on fixing it. It makes sense. Thank you :)

Felicity wanted him to share every single part of his life with her. She wanted to be included on all his plans. Not excluded, not abandoned and left alone in their relationship. She was the one who accepted him fully without restraints, every single part of him without questioning him about his past. She accepted his broody self; the man who thought he didn’t deserve happiness and so prevented them to be happy together; the man who was impulsive and stubborn and had gone on a suicidal mission to save his loved ones. Etc….

Tbh, even if Oliver has a good heart and is a good person in his core, he also has a pretty dark background that not every woman would be able to deal with. Will you tell me that he has always been an easy person to deal with ?! Nope lol In this relationship, Oliver is the one who won the lotterie ! Felicity is waaay less trouble than him !! She’s an unicorn ^^ And 515 was again a proof of it. She really deserves a prize for her kindness and patience. She deserved every single word Oliver said in his vows <3 Does it mean Oliver is an evil guy and not worthy to be loved ? Nope that’s not what I meant. He’s trouble yes (a little less now) but he has a good heart and loving. AND good girls always like intense, hot, “bad” guys…*sigh* Have you seen the man go Bratva ?!* ehm…* What were we saying? Okay yes going on :)

Besides love, trust, funny times etc what do we seek in a relationship ? In our partner ? Someone just like us or someone who is our opposite ? Remember Ray and Sara ? They were perfect on paper. Raylicity was all about tech and butterflies and flowers… Sara/O (was there a shipname btw ?!) was all darkness and fights and Lian Yu stuff… Isn’t that boring to have a partner who is exactly like you ? Routine…monotony… it’s boooriiiiing….He doesn’t bring the best in you ! He doesn’t challenge you to become a better person ! How could he ? He’s like you and acts the same !!

You don’t fight darkness with darkness…You fight darkness with light !! That’s why these s/l in S3 didn’t work. These people are too alike ! That’s why Olicity works ! They became better individuals because they supported and challenged each other. Opposites attract each other.

And the final point of this writing is to underline the fact that Susan doesn’t bring the best in Oliver. She’s not supportive. She’s unreliable, selfish, untrustworthy and vindictive. She told Oliver that he deserved what was happening to him !! That’s how you demonstrate that you care ?! When he declared that the GA is a murderer and not a hero, did you see her worrying that he’s just destroyed the reputation he gained saving the city these past years ? NO ! What matters is that she has her job back !! And just then she “forgave” him. There’s nothing to forgive btw because for once it wasn’t his fault. But did she believe him when he told her he wasn’t involved ? NO ! Oh dragon lady….how can Oliver be so blinded by you ? Are you like a sunshine or sth ? Is your beauty so sparkling that he doesn’t see the real you ? Do we have to offer him sunglasses ? ( Let’s make a list of the things he needs right now: 1) a book about how to decode womanspeak, 2) sunglasses; Okay Noted )

It’s just unbelievable that he never questions the fact that she’s been investigating him ! He doesn’t react surprised.At.All ! Isn’t that strange ?! At least you confront her and not just act like it was nothing. Even worse go after her… lol *give me patience* *ehm…*

Soooo in contrast to the shady reporter how has our favorite girl always reacted towards our favorite guy ? Well she has always been supportive standing by his side no matter what. Never wished him harm or did sth to hurt him on purpose. She cheered him up in 515 telling him that Mayor Queen is a hero !! She always pushed him to do better. Never judged him for his actions but tried to understand and to show him an other way. She’s an unicorn and deserves a prize <3 She’s so different from the reporter…it’s like day and night…light and darkness…right and wrong…destiny and misfortune…

But don’t fool yourself…Felicity is like a volcano right now. She seems quiet and understanding but it’s the calm before the storm ! She’s boiling internally and at some point she will explode ! And when it happens we will all be sitting in front of our tv/laptop eating popcorn and shouting “ drop the mic ! ” :D

If you have reached the end of this ramble you deserve a prize too and a big thank you for your devoting time ;) Some thoughts Lou ? ( are you still with me ? lol )

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insidesanity · 5 years ago

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Wrote some more of a fanfic

Fanfiction

RJH

I do not own Harry Potter, it is the intellectual property of JKR and none of this belongs to me except for the plot.

I can and I will

Chapter 1 Flux Draught

A loud bang reverberated throughout the potions classroom. An acrid green smoke filled the air and popping noises could be heard.

“JOHNSON!” yelled Snape. Snape rarely lost his temper and yelled because he found the quieter he spoke the more scared and well behaved the pupils were, but on the rare occasion when he did yell even the bravest students shook in their seats. The only reason for some students being conscious was that no one could see the death glare Snape wore on his face. Snape quickly realized this and rectified the situation by banishing the acrid smoke. As the smoke cleared students took a look at each other, people had changed color; hair that was once blond was green, black became silver, skin colors changed from normal browns and tans to blues, purples, and even pure white. Some people had scales or fur, others pointy teeth or tails (and lots of ruined clothing). People started to laugh and cry and point at each other, the noise got louder as people showed off red eyes, gray fingernails, and furry faces, the noise got louder and louder until- “SILENCE!” The classroom became as quiet as a tomb, all eyes were on Snape, and the changes wrought on him were not in anyway funny.

Snape had bat wings, claws, and talons. He had paler skin that was palid instead of yellow, pointed ears, but that wasn’t what was scary, no; it was his face that was terrifying. Snape’s eyes were black usually; so dark you couldn’t tell that he had an iris. Now, the irises were very visible, as they were outlined with a bright fiery red. They glowed angrily, the only evidence of his inner fury. His usual sneer was gone, his mouth closed, waiting for silence, and when he opened it to speak it showed that his eyeteeth were rather sharp. The class looked on awestruck; many were shaking a little bit. One boy, Ivan V. Johnson, was frozen in place, eyes wide at Professor Snape’s new form.

“Johnson, that is the 4th time this month that you have purposely tampered with your potion,” said Snape quietly looking at a small 3rd year Hufflepuff gone Gryffindor...or perhaps Slytherin, “the 25th time this year.” Snape glared at the boy. He was big, not fat but built well, he had long messy brown hair, blue eyes, and a sneer on his face that vanished as soon as Snape addressed him and was quickly replaced with a look of innocence and confusion. “Mr. Johnson, you have broken so many rules I don’t think there are enough detentions to satisfy your punishment needs. While normally I would not punish you for things not done in my classroom, you are using potions, brewed in my class, to cause disruptions. Yes, I know about that.” Stated Snape in a matter of fact way.

“B-but Sir I didn’t do this on purpose, I just messed up, I was at the same stage as everyone else! I was adding the hemlock. I had-“ Stammered Ivan Johnson before Snape cut him off and spat venomously at him.

“You purposely added the hemlock after letting the potion simmer for 2 minutes 3 seconds instead 3 minutes 15 seconds.” Ivan looked wide-eyed at Snape. “Only someone who had looked up the potion they were trying to make would have known to add it then.” Snape hissed. “If you had added the hemlock at any other time the potion would explode and cover the brewer in a malodorous liquid that would cause continuous changes of the pigment.…the colors are not always pretty, Mr. Johnson.” said Snape annoyed that he had to stop his tongue lashing to explain what he was saying. “The liquid, how shall I put this so you understand… The liquid would also cause temporary loss of mind at random intervals of varying length…You would become very stupid for periods of time that could last anywhere between 1 minute and a day and this could happen at anytime, during a test, while flying, while doing homework, …flirting…” Snape smirked evilly as Ivan gulped, he knew that Ivan was a flirt, so the thought of losing his mental faculties while about to kiss a girl was sure to be a horrifying idea for him.

Snape’s smirk disappeared and his eyes turned cold, the hot fury of before gone, replaced by cold anger. Snape rarely lost control of his anger, but when he did, someone could get hurt, badly. When Snape’s usual cold fury set in Snape would hurt you in such ways that would remain with you forever. Humiliation, fear, pain; often due from doing some unspeakably horrible chore for him that could include anything from scrubbing 10-100 cauldrons or preparing some potions ingredient, alive or dead… His glare would send some students into a faint where Snape would sneer and maybe consider the embarrassment punishment enough, others would cry, beg, grovel, a few just ran. Ivan did none of these, but continued to look confused and innocent. Snape’s dark stare changed, somehow, something clicked in his head and the red in his eyes became so dark they looked like blood as he stared into space for a moment. He licked his dry lips. Coming back to the situation Snape stood to his full height and glared at Ivan.

“The potion you brewed is a little known potion simply called Flux Draught, as it randomly changes someone’s appearance; to make this potion you would have to do research and know the exact time to put the leaves in, and do it purposely, as I told the class that anyone putting the leaves in at the wrong time would lose 50 points for their House in hopes that that would discourage…accidents. I can honestly say that no accidents happened here today, am I right Mr. Johnson?” Snape raised an eyebrow in question to the boy who still looked confused. “Mr. Johnson, you can come quietly with dignity now, or undergo the humiliation you so rightfully deserve. There are other, legal, less known, and… painful ways of getting truthful answers than veritaserum.” Snape hissed and again raised an eyebrow at Ivan, who was still trying to look confused and innocent. Snape shook his head and smirked. “Mr. Johnson would you like to endure 10, or 20, or if you are feeling lucky, maybe 50, detentions? I believe that would be a record for the number of detentions given out together…” Johnson looked a little startled for a moment before going back to his innocent pose that said he didn’t know what Snape was talking about.

“I seriously do not know what went wrong Professor!” This time both Snape’s eyebrows went up and he curled a lip into a snarl.

“Mr. Johnson, I commend you for your bravery, but you will admit your doings. Would you like to lose…for the first time in the history of the school… all your House points?” Many students gasped at the unimaginable horror of the idea, not knowing if anyone could actually do that. The hate that would be dumped on Ivan would be horrible, Ivan had to relent, but the boy was not about to be defeated. He grinned, something no one should ever do in Snape’s class. Everyone looked at Snape for his reaction, but he just stood there waiting for what he knew was going to happen.

“You got me Snape. Yeah, I did it, and I am glad I did. You look a lot better this way.” Ivan said as he reclined in his seat and put his feet on the table. There was a general intake of breath and a hushed silence as everyone waited to see what Snape would do. Snape just summoned a mirror and looked at himself, he raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth, showing off the pointed teeth, he looked at his eyes and his hands. He finally looked at his wings, he moved them and he lifted a few feet off the ground and hovered in mid air. The students gasped. The class started to applaud, but Snape glared and the room was quiet except for the flapping of wings. Snape looked at his shoes, they were ruined; talons had broken through the black leather. Snape shook his head, what a waste. He landed and walked over to Ivan.

“Minus 15 points for disrespecting a teacher.” Snape said as he scared every student in the class by allowing the smallest smile to come to his features. Snape waved his wand and all of the strange features disappeared. “Ivan, you will have detention at 8:20 tonight, do not be late. You will also stay after class. Everyone else will leave now for the infirmary.” The students stared at him, frozen in place from all the information. “Now!” Barked Snape and all the students rushed to gather their things and put out the fires. “Since the potion was not completed everyone will write a report on it and what you believe would cause the timing of adding ingredients to matter.” Snape said as they rushed, and lowered his voice to a deadly whisper. “If I find that any of you have not gone to the hospital wing you will serve a full detention with me.” The class had stopped to listen as Snape whispered, not daring to make noise, but once he finished they ran as fast as they could out of the room, in too big of a rush to even grumble about the unfairness of the report they would have to do, and the oddity of assigning a detention only 40 minutes before curfew.

Ivan remained, feet propped on top of the desk arms behind his head and rocking in his chair.

“You remind me of a certain person, he was popular, a quidditch player, a very skilled wizard.” Ivan looked stunned at the compliment, but before he could thank him the professor continued. “An inconsiderate bully, a simpleton, and an astonishingly immature git.” Snape mused as Ivan’s thanks caught in his throat. Snape waved his wand again and the strange features returned. Ivan looked at him about to question why they were still there. Again, he was cut off. “Impudent child, why would I have sent everyone else up to the infirmary if I could have fixed it with a simple spell? Few potions can be cancelled by spells, most need another potion to help.” Snape summoned a vial that contained a pink fluid, he rubbed his sharpened teeth, and put his finger into the vial, the potion was now blue. He repeated the process with the wings and the potion was now purple, he did this for every other changed aspect twice and then told Ivan to wait in the class while he took the potion. Ivan raised an eyebrow.

“My changes are more severe than anyone else’s, if you wish to see bones and muscles reconfiguring to such a degree that you can hear the cracking and see protruding muscles, by all means, I will drink the potion here.” said Snape, Ivan quickly shook his head with a look of disgust and Snape disappeared into his private quarters.

Once in his quarters Snape recast the glamour spell to hide the attributes and placed the bottle on his desk. He went over to the fireplace. Throwing floo powder in he called; “Dumbledore, I would like to meet you, down here, in five minutes, it is important.”

“Of course.” said the head of Albus Dumbledore, which was sticking out through the flames. Snape nodded and they both left. Snape walked back into the classroom and addressed Ivan.

“If you weren’t a talented potion maker I would dispose of you now.” said Snape venomously. Ivan paled slightly before regaining his composure.

“You couldn’t. You wouldn’t get away with it.” Ivan said trying to sound more positive than he was.

“Believe me, I could and I would. Tread lightly Mister Johnson, or you might find yourself…adopted.” Snape said evilly. Ivan paled even more.

“I’ve-I’ve never told anyone I was an orphan…” He said quietly.

“I know anything and everything I want to about my students, as all good teachers should.” Snape said as he stood menacingly above Ivan. “You will come to your detention, and leave after it is done. You will walk around and make sure people see you, and you will then come back. Your detention will take long enough that you will not be able to return before curfew, you will stay here overnight. If you tell anyone about this you will have weekly 2 hour detentions for the remainder of the year as well a being banned from watching and playing quidditch.” Ivan paled, that was a huge deterrent from telling anyone. Ivan paled even more; staying with Snape…overnight. That was not something any student would ever even think possible, most would run away before even contemplating such a horrifying idea. Ivan gulped and nodded. Snape motioned for him to leave and Ivan rushed out the door. Snape sneered at the boy’s cowardice and left for his private lab where Dumbledore was waiting.

“Headmaster.” Snape nodded as he entered noticing that Dumbledore had summoned a light purple armchair that horribly threw off the dark mood of the room. Dumbledore nodded back.

“What is the problem Severus, other than the fact that a whole class is now in the infirmary with seemingly random afflictions?” Dumbledore asked eyes twinkling.

“I have two problems to discuss with you, the first one of a considerably lighter nature.” Dumbledore pressed his hands together and looked over his half moon spectacles waiting patiently. Snape removed the glamour and Dumbledore smiled.

“Why Severus, you look positively-”

“Old…these attributes are those of a thousand year old Vampire Albus!” Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled in amusement; he seemed to know where the conversation was going.

“These new attributes would be wonderful for your spying career if you could keep them hidden from Voldemort.”

“Yes, I agree, to conceal this I will remove them temporarily with that potion I prepared,” Snape pointed to the now black vial that he had used earlier, “but this is where my original question comes to the fore.” Albus smiled and leaned back in his poofy chair and nodded. Snape took a deep breath. “I was wondering if I could keep the elongated teeth this time.”

“No.” said Albus calmly.

“I would glamour them.”

“Why do you want the teeth Severus?”

“I find that flashing them at a student who is misbehaving would cause them to reconsider their…habits.” Albus smiled.

“If it makes you that happy I will allow it. You cannot keep the wings most of the time though. No glamour would work, they are too big and if someone were to bump into them…”

“Albus, everyone, including most of the teachers try to stay at least 5 feet away from me when I walk past them.” said Snape with a smirk. Albus chuckled.

“Yes, but the other teachers know how to sense magic properly, and a glamour that big would draw attention to you.” Snape nodded. “Now what was the other matter?” Asked Albus a little more solemnly.

“Ivan Johnson made the potion that caused this,” Snape waved his hand at himself. Albus’s eyes turned dark.

“This is not good.”

“No, it is not. The boy is an excellent potion maker, he knew when to add the hemlock, but to know that he would have had to research, and if he had done his research properly…”

“He would know the effect of the potion couldn’t cause the changes you underwent…”

“He would also know the potions affect on other species…” said Snape quietly. Albus looked up quickly at Snape and his grave eyes unnerved Snape.

“Snape, you have been working for me for a long time, putting your life in danger trying to find any information on the whereabouts of Voldemort…” Dumbledore said gravely. “I think it’s time I thanked you again.” Snape raised an eyebrow knowing that this couldn’t be all. “The boy is an orphan right?’ Asked Albus quietly.

“Yes, he lives in a-” Snape’s eyes went wide at the hidden meaning in the question that only he would understand. “Surely, you don’t mean…” Snape said quietly. Albus nodded, sadly. “There has been another prophecy. I do not wish to go into it but it fits this young man exactly as the supposed “protege” or “successor” of a dark lord.” Snape walked over and kneeled beside Dumbledore and put a hand on his shoulder. “Are you sure, are there other ways?” Snape asked quietly. Dumbledore shook his head slowly. Snape started rambling, this was too good to be true. “I mean, yes the boy is rowdy, he has tormented staff and students alike since he came to the school. But this recourse seems extreme. I understand the amount of terror he has caused is great,. It cost us 3,000 galleons to repair the damage to the wall he blew up! And the three students that got under one of his potions, they will never be the same! McGonagall was too embarrassed to let me look at her animagus form so that I could change her fur back to normal! He is young and impudent but perhaps there is time. Have we attempted therapy?

Albus nodded. “ he refused to attend. When forced to attend the school therapist disappeared. “

Snape nodded. “He has done some truly reprehensible things, currently they seem only for amusement or revenge, like the students whose eyes had to be regrown. Flitwick nearly fainted because he thought he was shrinking. Shrinking, I must admit that was rather amusing,” Snape chuckled, one thing he felt comfortable doing around only Albus, “but it was still wrong! And the nifflers he let loose in Trelwany’s room, they nearly wrecked 400 galleons worth of equipment, he uses small explosive potions to blow up random objects...but getting rid of him?... He did nearly blow up Mrs. Norris though.... And the Hufflepuffs seem to rally to him, he is a natural leader, I fear he may coerce other students into assisting him…but still” Snape didn’t notice what was happening as he was talking through a list of atrocities that got steadily worse. Dumbledore seemed to be getting quite angry, but he sat in his chair listening until Snape got to a part about making people need to punch anyone they saw.

“Enough!” Shouted Albus standing up and startling Snape, which said something about the amount of excitement he was feeling. “I should have had him expelled long ago! But it’s too late now. Severus, the things he does outside of school! He knows wandless magic! The boy is a bully outside of school, and a menace in. Severus S. Snape, you know what I said and you know what it means, it is not my thank you anymore, it is my order. If he stays he could jeopardize all we have worked toward to defeat Voldemort, there is no choice. If we some how succeed in our tasks and Voldemort is defeated, I am sure that boy, with his childish pranks, will become the next Dark Lord, or …. Grindlewald… I can see it in his eyes. Severus…we must stop this before it starts.” By this time Dumbledore, while still angry, was nearly back to his normal omniscient, calm, old self, no one could guess the thoughts in his head. Dumbledore made the chair disappear and nodded. “Snape, this is an order, that boy is a more than a menace, he is dangerous.” Dumbledore swiftly exited the room and left Snape to stand their slightly stunned. He had just started to regain his composure when.

“Oh and Snape, you can still enjoy this though it is my order.” Dumbledore disappeared from the doorway leaving one Severus Snape to let, for the second time that day, a small smile appear on his face. He shook his head and grumbled something about going soft.

Chapter 2 Detention

The rumors spread through the school like wildfire. Ivan, detention, Snape, demons, colors, monsters, lost tempers, pranks, and more. All the rumors agreed on one thing though, even though Ivan had only a 15-minute detention; they were bound to be 15 minutes that he would remember for the rest of his life, and not for any good reason. Ivan got to brag that he had gotten away with his pranks, and everyone was in awe of him, asking questions and asking for autographs (as if they were never going to see him again). As potions was Ivan’s second to last class of the day he didn’t have long to wait for dinner where he was surrounded by older students asking questions and patting him on the back. Most of the younger students stayed away from Ivan, as they didn’t know enough magic to protect themselves from his “so called” pranks.

Finally Dumbledore had to call the school to attention so dinner could start. Everyone sat down, and had started eating, when Snape threw open the doors to the great hall and stalked up to the staff table. The hall went silent and then a roar of conversation with fleeting glances at Snape and Ivan commenced. Eventually conversation returned to its normal volume. If anyone had paid attention to Snape a little longer they would have noticed that he was eating very little, despite the Headmasters encouragement to eat more than vegetables, and was smirking to the point of it almost being a smile. If they had looked at Dumbledore they would have noticed the slight twinkle in his eye at Snape’s behavior occasionally replaced by a sad Solemn expression. Ivan joked about how Snape was a greasy git, and he wasn’t afraid of him all through dinner.

Dinner ended and the Great Hall emptied, students going to their common rooms to relax, the excitement had died down. Until 7:40 in the Hufflepuff common room. The Hufflepuffs were proud that they had such a brave person in their House. They were also quite mad that he had almost lost them all their points and were even angrier at his mean pranks, but that would be forgiven if he came back alive from this detention.

Ivan left for the dungeon at 7:50 and got there at 8:01. “Minus 1 point for being late.” Snape said idly. Ivan just sat down and put his feet on the table. Snape continued to grade a paper. When he was finished he put it away and looked at Ivan who smiled up at him. Snape ignored it and started talking.

“Ivan, what are the properties of the Flux Draught?” Snape said as he got up. Ivan, startled for a second, regained his composure and answered.

“The potion causes random changes in a wizards appearance, things like tails, eyes, hair, color, texture, skin type, etc, nothing extremely harmful.”

“Correct, and on non-wizards?”

“Muggles simply turn a random color. Non-magical plants, like lettuce, while still have properties that make them useful in magic, don’t actually have magic in them, so they turn a random color as well.”

“Continue.”

“Umm…Magical plants vary on the size, large plants grow limbs andt change color, like red to blue to green, and the changes are very slow. Medium sized plants grow limbs that have the same changes as the large plants, though only that limb is affected, however any fruit or seeds from that limb will result in a plant that has the color changing properties, the change from one color to the next is slightly faster than the large plants. Small plants completely change color repeatedly, the whole plant is affected and the change from one color to the next is very fast. Any offspring of this plant will have the same properties. The effects fade eventually, at different-“

“Enough. Next organism.”

“Umm.”

“Non-humans, beasts.”

“Oh. They change colors continuously like the small plant, but slower, and the effect is permanent.”

“Continue.”

“What else is there?”

“You very well know Mr. Johnson. Humanoids, centaurs demons, giants, vampires, werewolves.”

“The more magic blood the creature has the less effect the potion has, werewolves for example have a lower amount of magic in their blood than lets say a demon. Werewolves are affected just like wizards, muggle werewolf or otherwise, they are not affected the week of the full moon. For some creatures the potion, if drunk, has the same effect as alcohol would have on a full human.”

“And?”

“Uh, that’s it?” Snape turned and looked like he was about to slam his hand onto the table Ivan was sitting at, but that wasn’t Snape. He walked up with his deadly stare and stood in front of Ivan.

“You know very well that’s not it. I will take away 50 points if you do not state the last fact. You are purposely being difficult, or maybe you truly do not know? Perhaps you are scared?” Snape sneered at him. Ivan raised an eyebrow at Snape.

“And here I thought I was just being polite. The last fact is that the potion forces any creature hiding its true form to show itself. The potion can sometimes cause an advance in power when the creature’s true form is forced into the open.” Ivan said lazily. Snape nodded.

“You answered every question correctly and with detail, 20 points.” Ivan’s eyes bugged out.

“Why are you taking points for answering questions correctly?!?” Ivan shouted. Snape raised an eyebrow.

“Did I say I was taking points?” Snape asked darkly. Ivan looked stunned, this was not fathomable, Snape had given points! “Fifteen minutes have passed, be back in an hour, tell people who ask that I had you answer potions questions, and for every one you got wrong I would take away 20 points, for every correct answer, I would give you 10. Tell them that I had you extract bubotuber pus without gloves while answering the questions. A good enough story yes?” Ivan nodded and asked if Snape had actually done that. Snape walked over to Ivan and preformed glamour on his hands that made them look as if they had been seriously burned by the pus, while he did this he answered Ivan’s question. “No, if someone did something to deserve that I would just take away the 50 points before hand, and let them remove the pus after removing the spikes from a bultak plant, without gloves as well.” Snape motioned for Ivan to leave.

As he left Ivan remembered that there was no possible way to remove spikes from a bultak plant without getting cut, even with gloves…he’d have to remember that little idea in case he wanted to use it sometime.

Snape meanwhile prepared for Ivan’s return. Setting knives out on a workbench he set about sharpening them. Snape set down the knives and proceeded to put unbreakable charms and immobile (object cannot be knocked over on purpose or accident, the hand with either hit the object or pass through it. With Snape’s unbreakable charms the hand would most likely break if someone tried to knock it over.) spells on everything from bottles and ingredients to whole bookshelves. He then moved all the desks out of the way and sat down at his own to wait.

Ivan went to the common room and told everyone about his detention, everyone was of course astounded that he had gotten twenty points while being in immense pain from the pus. Everyone congratulated him for hours with pats on the back and food. The common room slowly emptied and it was time to go to bed. Ivan pretended to fall asleep on the couch and everyone left him there in peace. With 10 minutes to go till curfew Ivan slipped out of the common room and headed for the dungeons.

Chapter 3 Oregano and Ivanessence

Snape was waiting for Ivan and as soon as he opened the door Snape shot a spell.

“Infurnus!” Ivan moved out of the way and the spell hit the doorknob, which melted.

“What the hell! You almost hit me! Are you trying to kill me?”

“Even if you had not moved the spell would not have hit you, and no, I was not trying to kill you with that spell, but merely prevent you from leaving.” Ivan looked at Snape smugly, Snape looked at Ivan curiously, not even fearing the possibility that he could perform the correct spell. “I know the right spell to fix this, Meldus.” Ivan pointed his wand at the door and the melted blob of metal became a doorknob again. Snape didn’t even bat an eyelash.

“Yes, you know the right spell, good for you, but it would not have worked if I had kept the shields around the door up…and besides there are other spells that I can use. Hetia.” Snape once again pointed his wand at the doorknob, but nothing seemed to happen.

“Nice spell, it did absolutely nothing.”

“Not all spells have visible effects. By all means, try to leave.” Snape smirked. Ivan walked to the door and tried to open in, and jumped back in pain. His hand was covered in burns; the doorknob was as hot as melted iron. He muttered a spell and water sprouted from the wand cooling his hand.

“I don’t need to undo the spell to leave! Reducto!” Ivan shot a spell at the door, but it disappeared before it hit the door, a blue-green wall two inches thick shined for an instant before disappearing.

“Did I not tell you about the shields moments ago? Impudent boy.” Ivan turned and raised his wand to Snape who merely said “Accio Ivan’s Wand.” The wand flew into Snape’s hand.

“Hey that’s mine!” cried Ivan reaching for his wand. Snape raised an eyebrow and Ivan stopped to glare at Snape. “You know living in an orphanage, I learned to fight before I came to Hogwarts, I can fight you with out a wand.”

“Are you implying that you are fast enough to dodge spells?”

“I’ve dodged bullets.” Spewed Ivan before he could stop himself. Snape raised an eyebrow.

“Well then it is fortunate for me that I grew up in the muggle world as well, for one it means I actually know what bullets are. I am probably the only wizard here that knows how to fight without a wand. So in the interest of having some fun…” Snape opened a drawer in his desk and put both wands inside and locked it with a whispered password. “The desk cannot be destroyed without magic, it cannot be destroyed by any potion you could make as the ingredients for them are not available here. As you can see we are both trapped in here as I had the floo powder removed earlier, and there are no other exits that can access without a wand. We either fight, or talk.” Snape pulled out a chair and sat down at his desk to grade papers. He didn’t notice Ivan pulling something out of his pocket and rolling it toward the desk. It exploded and all the papers were blown away though nothing was damaged. Snape looked at Ivan who was grinning from ear to ear.

“Think of what I said I could get away with earlier today. Also, think about when you asked me if I was trying to kill you, repeat my response and think about what I said.” Snape said quietly.

“You said that you could get away with killing me, and your response to my ‘question’ was that you weren’t trying to kill me.” Snape raised an eyebrow.

“I believe my comment was longer than that.” Snape said. Ivan thought for a second before his eyes grew wide.

“With that spell.” Snape nodded.

“You can’t kill me without a wand, I’m younger than you and have more stamina for hand to hand!” Ivan yelled worriedly. Snape nodded again.

“That is true,” Ivan relaxed, “but do not forget the last fact about the potion from earlier. It forces creatures to reveal their true form.” Ivan froze as Snape pulled a potion out from his robe, opened the bottle and threw its contents into the air. The potion turned to mist and settled around Snape who began to change. His skin took on the same complexion he had from that morning’s fiasco, his ears grew pointed, fangs sprouted, claws appeared, and his eyes regained that slight reddish hue. Snape put his feet on his desk and pulled at his beard.

“I am rather famished, I had no time to eat anything at dinner except a salad.” Snape said contemplatively. Ivan grew extremely pale as Snape looked at him questioningly.

“You can’t. Dumbledore would…”

“I’m not only have Dumbledore's permission, but am acting on his orders.” Snape said quietly as he looked at a trembling Ivan. “Reprehensible child, you should not have crossed me.”

“Y-you can’t.”

“What did I say earlier? Ah yes, I could and I would, now in the present what do you think of that?” Ivan trembled and didn’t answer. “Since you are obviously incapable of thought I will answer. I can, and I will.” Snape relaxed in his chair and smirked at the trembling boy, the fear was so strong that he could practically smell it. Snape sniffed the air slowly, a mild gnawing in his stomach sent pleasure shooting up his spine with the knowledge he could satiate his craving, his need, tonight.

“Hmmm, I am rather hungry…but-” Before Snape could finish Ivan threw himself across the room and grabbed Snape by the neck, choking him. Snape looked at Ivan as if he were a minor annoyance. “I don’t have to breath you know.” Snape commented before Ivan could completely cut off his vocal capacity. Ivan immediately changed tactics and backed off to circle. “You’re going to fight me? Good, if foolish,” Ivan looked startled, wondering why this could be good for Snape, “Let‘s get your heart pumping shall we?” Severus said smoothly. Ivan ran toward Snape to right hook him. Snape grabbed the arm just after the inside of the elbow, and repeated the process with his left hand when Ivan tried for a left hook as well. Snape moved hip to hip and put his leg between Ivan’s and turned himself as if dancing. Ivan found himself on the ground, stunned, with Severeus standing above him.

Snape smirked and allowed Ivan to jump up, the boy rushed to the table where Snape had laid the large knives and picked one up. Snape raised an eyebrow and ducked as it was thrown at him. “You will have to do better than that.” He said straightening up. Ivan smiled and threw two more knives before picking up that last two, the biggest, and running at Snape. Snape dodged the other two knives and swayed from side to side like a snake to dodge the mad swipes of the remaining two. Ivan was beginning to sweat with his exaggerated movements while Snape barely moved from side to side to avoid the blades. Ivan made a final attempt and jabbed for Snape’s left making him dodge right, Ivan then kicked out with his foot and threw the knife in his right hand at Snape’s left side. To regain his balance and avoid the kick Snape instinctively moved left, into the knife. To minimize damage he made sure the knife hit his hand and not a major artery or vein. One and a half fingers fell to the floor.

“Pity, they had just grown back too…” Snape said as if this were a normal occurrence, he ignored the flabbergasted Ivan and picked up the digits and walked over to the shelf. He reached to the back of the shelf and pulled out a jar filled with fingers, and dropped the new additions in. While Snape’s back was turned Ivan rushed at him from behind, Severus Snape held up his right hand and caught the blade between two fingers.

“Why aren’t you in Slytherin, sneaking up on me like that you should be, don’t you agree?” Said Severus as he yanked the knife from Ivan’s grasp. Ivan did the last thing he could think of, he kneed Snape in the back and then kicked Snape in the nuts. Snape bent over in pain and fell heavily to the floor. Ivan grinned.

“The bigger they are the harder they fall.” He said.

“Is that a compliment on my prowess as a man, and insult about my height, or a remark on my rank as a Potions Master?” Snape managed to bite out the question thought he was still on the ground. Ivan frowned and kicked him in the gut, he brought back his leg to kick him harder but with a sudden breeze snape was gone. Suddenly all the torches in the room went out, as well as the fireplace. Ivan tried to look around but it was pitch black. A silky voice came out from the darkness. “I am sorry that our fight must be ended so soon, but I believe you have been scared enough…you smell strongly of sweat.” Ivan turned around in the darkness, pivoting in place hands balled into fists in front of his face. “I really don’t want my dinner tasting overly of salt and hormones…” Two red eyes appeared in the darkness before disappearing. A faint breathing could be heard, Then some a sniffing.

“You know, perhaps some oregano will cover some of your stench…”

The reverberations of an unheard scream shook the castle all the way to the Headmaster’s quarters. Albus merely rolled over and went back to sleep.

That morning the student were surprised to see Severus Snape at breakfast, he rarely came, and he even more rarely looked wide awake at this time. McGonagall was surprised too because Severus had told her that he would be up late all this week working on a new potion. She was more surprised to see that he was sipping wine.

“Wine with breakfast Severus?” McGonagall asked.

“No Minerva, I am drinking a new potion I made last night, not the one I told you about but one that I concocted for myself alone. It enhances my senses,, strengthens the body, and tastes like heaven.” Replied Snape taking another sip. McGonagall looked surprised, a personalized potion that did all that AND tasted good, that was impressive, extremely if you add that it was invented in 6 hours or less.

“What have you decided to name it Severus?” She asked curiously. Snape held up the glass and looked at the light that barely shone through the dark red liquid. He surprised McGonagall and smiled.

“I think I will call it… Ivanessence.”

Chapter 4 Replenish

The next day in class many of the students were nervous. The bizarre accident in one of the potions class’s had many students afraid, not just of Snape, but of potions as well. As the first class of the day filed into the potions room they noticed something quite odd about the potions instructions on the board, they were fixing a potion that required human bones, a substance that could rarely be obtained without breaking laws. Whispers echoed in the classroom as students nervously questioned each other about the potion. A caveat, a small click of the dungeon’s closed door, brought the class to a state of silence as the Potions Master entered the room in a brusque manner. There was a collective in take of breath as the students got a closer look at the professor, Professor Snape actually had a small smile on his face. This was a cause for alarm. Snape sat down at his desk and shuffled through some papers before looking at the class, the minute smile had disappeared.

“The instructions are on the board, why haven’t you started?” A young Ravenclaw put up her hand, and Severus stared at it before answering. “Yes Miss Goodhawk?” He asked as his voice reverberated slightly in the dank dungeons. The Ravenclaw shook as if Snape had physically hit her before speaking.

“W-we don’t have the b-bones sir, you can’t buy t-them in most stores, t-they aren’t easy to come by.” She said quietly before lowering her head as if trying to disappear under the table. Snape looked calmly at her before speaking.

“Are you implying that I would procure this ingredient in a heinous way, Miss Goodhawk? If you are it is my job to disabuse this foolish inference… during a detention.” The Ravenclaw stiffened.

“N-no sir.” The young girl said quickly.

“Good, I will let it slip, this time. The ingredient you are lacking is in the cauldron to the left of the board, as the bone is not powdered you will have to crush it yourselves, you may use reducto spells. Begin.” Snape went back to grading papers and the scratching of his quill sounded very loud in the classroom; an aura of fear so thick that it was hard to breath settled in the air. Finally, with a glare from Snape the students went to the cauldron to retrieve the bones. A high-pitched scream sounded in the class as the first student looked into the cauldron. Snape stood up quickly and was over by the hyperventilating girl in seconds. “Why, pray tell, did you break the axiomatic precept of my class room, or is it not known that loud noises are looked upon with the utmost distaste?” The girl on the floor mumbled incoherently and pointed toward the cauldron. Snape leaned over and looked in the cauldron.

“Yes, that is a skeleton, now what seems to be the problem? We are not afraid of inanimate remains of a man, are we?” Snape asked the girl in his gossamer voice. The girl squeaked and let out a choked sob, Snape looked down his large nose with a look of disgust emblazoned on his face.

“You,” Snape pointed at a Slytherin boy, “Mr. Davidson, take your fellow Slytherin to Mrs. Pomfrey.” When the boy didn’t move Snape glared and, in fear for his life, he extricated the shaking girl from the classroom in a rush. The class looked back at their Professor, who was obviously in a foul mood now. “Continue with your work, I want no more fractious interruptions, or I will have the perpetrator ingest a potion of my choice.” With that Snape turned on the spot, cloak billowing, and returned to his desk. The students eyed the skeleton warily before each taking a bone back to their desks, starting their fires, and beginning their potions.

The class worked quietly and the sound of simmering potions filled the classroom, the tension dissipated slightly creating a soporific atmosphere.

“BOOM!” the sound echoed in the classroom followed by a loud curse. The owner of the resilient cauldron (for it was still intact, which is a rare occurrence in itself) cried in pain as his potion rained down upon him. Moments later a thin stream of blood welled up on his gashed hand. Snape stood up and motioned for the students to move away from the boy before walking up to him. The boy in question was hiccupping between curses as Snape waved his wand over the boy to diagnose the situation.

“Shut your scurrilous mouth and listen!” The boy stopped cursing but continued sobbing and hiccupping. “Apparently you have managed to create a new type of blood replenishing potion that is absorbed through the skin, but as you have not lost any blood you will most likely die if the pressure is not relieved… I will enact the procedure, there isn’t time to get Pomfrey, everyone else get back to work!” Snape picked up the boy after scourgifying the ground of the remaining potion. Bringing the boy to his desk he propped him up and flicked his wand over the boy. The nearest bottle filled up with blood and the boy stopped sobbing in pain. “Get up and go to Pomfrey, she’ll want to check you over.” Snape pushed the boy out the door and put the bottle on his shelf after making a note to send a sample to Poppy so she could notify Saint Mungo’s about the new potion, it could prove useful.

The class continued in a vapid way until it was time to leave. Severus immediately took the potion off the shelf and separated it into two bottles, putting one on the shelf and taking one with him. He flooed to the extremely straitlaced nurse and announced his presence by knocking on her private quarters, she immediately came out.

“Poppy, the inscrutable student I sent up is well I assume?” Snape asked and Pomfrey nodded. “Good, here is the potion that did the damage, or the blood of the boy after the potion entered his veins. The rest of the potion was on the floor and thus most likely contaminated. I believe Saint Mungo’s will want to see this. A patient unable to ingest a potion would profit from this discovery immensely. If they accept this I may change my mind about castigating the student.” Poppy looked at Severus a little overwhelmed by all the information the erudite wizard had just thrown at her, but she nodded as she took the bottle from Severus and promptly returned to her room. Severus did the same and flooed to his private quarters; he had half an hour before his next class and planned to look at his sample of blood more closely.

Severus was about to hold the bottle to the light when he doubled over in pain, not that he wasn’t used to pain, just that random pain is quite startling. Quickly composing himself he walked over to a cupboard and pulled out a bottle of purple liquid and downed the contents, he waited for a moment and deeming everything alright began to walk back to the bottle he had miraculously been able to not break. Halfway there found the man doubled over in pain again, Snape waited for it to pass and then went over to the fireplace and threw floo powder into it, his practiced face showing no signs of concern “Headmasters Office!” Snape spoke clearly and waited as the fire turned green. The headmaster’s head appeared in the fire and smiled.

“Ah, Severus, I was hoping to talk to you today, I didn’t get a chance to ask at breakfast but, did you enjoy your dinner last night?”

“Very, but that’s not why I called Headmaster, I-”

“Yes, but more importantly how do you wish to continue?”

“You may do whatever you want to explain the boys…disappearance, but I really must talk about something else!” Snapped the potions master. Dumbledore frowned, and motioned for Severus to continue. “The hunger pangs, they’ve started.” Dumbledore frowned.

“This is nothing new my boy why-”

“The potion did not alleviate the symptoms.” The wizened old man’s eyes widened in alarm at these words.

“This is indeed grave news my boy, we cannot have you around students if the hunger continues.”

“You don’t think I know that!” Snape hissed. “I’ve never had pangs after drinking the potions before! They are personalized and invented by me; specialized nutritional potions mixed with a drop of blood have sustained me for 35 or more years!”

“I think the powers you now control require energy, not just the nutrition.” Inferred Dumbledore knowingly as Snape blanched.

“And what am I supposed to do about this?” asked Snape venomously. The headmaster’s eyes twinkled.

“Go see Hagrid, after your current supply of emergency blood has run out of course.” Before Snape could respond to the idea in a negative way the fire had gone out and the sly old man had gone.

“I will not go to that man; Albus does not know how much I have in my supply and therefore cannot tell when I have run out… I refuse to go to that man.” Snape turned and went to prepare for his next class, ignoring another pang of hunger pain. Setting out new vials for bottling the finished potions he began to ponder what the students’ reaction would be to the announcement that Ivan was missing. Snape smirked evilly to himself as he wrote the instructions for the NEWT level potion on the board. He continued to smirk as he graded papers and for minutes after his class had filed in. He looked up at the noticeable silence and sighed.

“Why haven’t you started the potion?” He whispered in annoyance at his 7th years.

“We don’t have any of those ingredients sir, and half of them are illegal…” Snape looked up at the board and raised an eyebrow.

“Illegal to sell, not to buy, not to own, not to use, and not to procure… but you are correct for once Mr. Larkit, you do not have the necessary ingredients, and neither do I, your job is to make a potion with the same properties and purpose with the present ingredients, get to work” Snape sneered at his classes’ dismayed look and went back to grading papers as his students looked through their books to find the ingredients and potions attributes and purposes. Soon bubbling and soft simmering filled the classroom. Snape got up and stalked around the class, nodding occasionally and sneering at some more dismal potions. He stopped over a cauldron containing a pitch black liquid and a boy reading a muggle comic book.

“What, may I ask is this?” Snape whispered venomously, as the boy looked up.

“It's Superman sir, issue 1005.” said the boy as he handed over the comic book. Snape looked at it dubiously before stuffing it into a pocket in his robes.

“Minus 2 points from Hufflepuff Mr. Jilhain, for wasting time that should be used on your potion, which I must say, is dismal.” Snape made to walk away but the boy raised his hand. “Yes, Mr. Jilhain?” Snape asked cocking an eyebrow.

“I was waiting for you sir, the potion’s on stasis, I wanted to make sure you were here when I added the final ingredient as I’m not quite sure if it will work as it is rather unconventional.” Snape nodded for the boy to continue, slightly impressed with his forethought. The boy took a deep breath and took the potion of stasis, it began to boil wildly. The boy pointed his wand at himself and muttered “lacrimere”. The boys eyes began to tear and he blinked three times making three tears fall into the cauldron. A quick ‘finite incantatum’ and the tears stopped. Snape watched as the potion turned a soft tan, then the exact light yellow described on the board. Snape raised an eyebrow. “Test it.” He stated and laid a feather and snake skin on the desk. The boy ladled four drops of potion onto the feather and waited with baited breath. Moments later the feather exploded into a pink bird, which hopped around the table and cooed, along with many of the girls in the classroom. Snape quieted them with a glare and nodded to Jilhain who ladled two drops of potion onto the snake skin. The skin smoked and hissed, and left a green snake behind, still hissing. The snake launched itself at the bird and bit around the neck. The bird squawked out and exploded leaving a baffled snake to hiss in anger before it was banished by the Potions Master.

“Why did the snake skin require less potion?” Snape asked noncommittally. The boy stuttered a moment before answering.

“There was more material to work with and less to create or recreate by magic.” Snape raised an eyebrow at the now shaking boy before turning away.

“Three points to Hufflepuff and you may stay after class to obtain your…comic book.” Snape said with disdain as he strode back to his desk with a flare of his robes. The dumbstruck boy tried very hard not to smile.

Chapter 5 Alternatives

Later that week a disgruntled and hungry figure reluctantly walked down the winding pathway to Hagrid’s house under the headmaster's insistence. Reaching the door he knocked smartly and waited. Moments later the door opened and light shown out briefly before being blocked by a large figure in the doorway.

“Proffessor! I’ve been waitin’ fer yeh, Dumbledore said yeh were ‘aven’ some troubles with yer potion and such. Come in.” Hagrid lumbered aside to let Snape in and a puppy nearly scampered out before Hagrid caught him. “Fang! Bad boy! Yeh know yer not big enough to go outside at night wi’out me yet! Ye’d get eaten! Sorry bout that Proffessor, have a seat, I’ll make some tea, or would yeh like something else?”

Snape sat in one of the rough wooden chairs ignoring the dog licking his legs. “Unless you have a hidden supply of fresh blood, no, I think I’ll pass.” Said Snape in a biting voice as Hagrid blushed.

“Sorry, I should’a realized. Well, the best way ta fix this is to start with the facts, which I unfourtunately don’t have, as Dumbledore contacted me when I was surrounded by kids and that didn’t seem like a good time to discuss-” Hagrid was cut off by the sounds of a scraping chair, a snarl, and a whimper.

Snape was standing up with fangs bared and eyes glowing, snarling angrily at a cowering puppy. “Snape, ee’s only a puppy don’t be so harsh!” Hagrid said as he picked up the cowering pup. Snape responded by pulling up a leg of his trousers revealing a puncture wound that was bleeding profusely. Hagrid’s mouth opened in a silent “oh”.

“I believe I have just become enlightened as to why the dog’s name is Fang, now please tie him up before he does something else to incite my temper and he ends up as my dinner.” Hagrid nodded and tied up the pup while giving it a scolding as it wagged its tail. “I cannot afford this loss of blood Hagrid, it will mean I will be hungrier and my potion store will run dry more quickly! I do not have…pray tell, why do you feel the need to stare at me as if I was a display at a zoo?” Snape asked as Hagrid looked at his eyes.

“Cause I have the information I didna’ get form Dumbledore. Yeh got older by about 955 years, didn’ yeh?” Snape had to admit that Hagrid knew his monsters, though his idea of what a monster actually was, was in itself a bit skewed.

“Yes, I have the attribute of a 1000 year old vampire, I now require-”

“I know, yeh’ll need energy even more than nutrients, though they’ll still be important. Hmm. If yeh know wandless magic yeh could use the energy around yeh, cause when yeh do magic wi’out a wand yer basically focusin the energy yerself fer the spell, ye’d do the same except ye’d eat the energy, and the energy would be from other people….” Snape once again had to admit that the man knew his trade, he was smarter than he seemed… “That should come naturally fer yeh since that’s how middle aged vampires actually feed on energy when they aren’t directly drinkin the blood… As fer the blood part I can’t help yeh, yer gonna need blood, that nutritional potion ain’t gonna cut it anymore, though you could sell the recipe for about 10,000,000 galleons to a lair of vampires who want to fit in normal society…” Snape had already thought of this, but the potion was personalized for him and to make a potion that would work generically for all vampires would lower the results of the potion enough to render it useless. He thanked Hagrid for his help and said that, yes, with Dumbledore’s permission; Hagrid might one day see his new form, perhaps.

Back in his private lab Snape was reading a book in the dark when the hunger pains hit again. Reaching for a bottle of the potion he had dubbed Ivanessence, he stopped and sniffed the air, he could smell blood, and it was fairly fresh. He stood and prepared to investigate, partially from concern and partially from hunger. The smell led him to the bottle he had put on the shelf earlier. Still filled with blood it called softly to him in his mind. But he knew he could not drink it, with the contents filled with potion, but… If he were to add a drop of this to a drop of blood… would it make enough to sate his thirst for a while? From a cabinet nearby Snape took out a vial and poured a drop of the liquid inside into a bowl. He stoppered it and put it away before adding a drop of the potion infused blood to it. He waited and stared at it as if it were a student turning in a paper late, or rather, trying to. The drop bubbled, roiled, boiled, popped, sizzled, and fell flat. Snape breathed deep and turned away, but the potion wasn’t finished yet. With a sound like a man humming to what he knew would be his last song, the potion started to expand. As Snape watched the bowl filled with the red liquid until it was just below the rim. Snape dipped in a finger in the liquid and brought it to his lips. He sniffed it and shuddered with pleasure. So long, it had been so long since he had had two full meals in a row. He put his finger in his mouth and sucked off the liquid and nearly shuddered again. He had succeeded, he was safe. He took a moment to enjoy the fact before loosening his shirt going to find the largest goblet he owned. He came back and dipped the goblet in so it was full. Sipping the blood as if it were the most exquisite of wines he closed his eyes and sighed. He upended the goblet and poured it down his throat, tongue lapping at the liquid as it fell by.

Finding the goblet empty he refilled it again, and repeated the process. He did this 6 more times, each time his pallor becoming healthier, his hair less greasy, his eyes less bloodshot and sunken. By the 9th repetition it was obvious why he had loosened his clothes; he had gained about 5 pounds and was now at a healthy weight. Going back for more, the potions master licked his lips and frowned as he realized the bowl was empty. Putting down the goblet and taking out his wand he muttered a spell, and the thin layers of blood on the sides of the bowl and goblet floated up into the air to form an imperfect sphere. Directing the blood with his wand, Snape opened his mouth and moved the blood close to it and sucked the liquid in. Swallowing, Snape fell back into a nearby chair with a sigh, one hand over his ever so slightly distended stomach. It had been too long since he had been at full health, full power, and just full in general. Sighing once again, he slipped into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning many people were once again surprised to find Snape at breakfast again, and even more surprising, looking healthy, awake, and…happy?

Snape preferred to think of it as content. He had solved his food problem, the year was closer to an end, there were students to play with, the Dark Lord was temporarily out of commission, and he had had 2 good meals recently, and still had leftovers.

Severus sipped at his drink while going over that day’s lessons in his head. He moved the eggs around on his plate in an attempt to get more air to them so they would cool down. As he was about to lift some eggs on his fork Dumbledore stood up and motioned for silence.

“I am sad to be the bearer of bad news, but being the headmaster that job is often delegated to me. As I am sure many of you have noticed Ivan V. Johnson has been missing for a day. Though it may seem we are doing little in an attempt to find him, believe me we are doing our best… or were.” The silence that had fallen over when Dumbledore began talking deepened, no forks moved in an attempt to shovel food into mouths, no glasses clinked, no spoons stirred. “Last night remains of bloody clothes that we identified as Ivan’s were found in the Forbidden Forest; he had apparently gone out after curfew and went exploring. He was attacked by one of the numerous unfriendly residents that make their home within. I must say by this, that Ivan… is dead. Those who seek counseling be informed that your Heads of Houses will be available all day for counseling, and you have to but ask to be excused from class to see them. Prefects will also available for this reason. A list of the Heads of Houses’ and Prefects’ free periods is by the entrance. Let us spend the rest of the meal quietly in remembrance of Ivan. Thank you.” At this Dumbledore sat down and quiet conversations filled the Great Hall.

Severus scowled at the thought of students interrupting him during his free periods, luckily he was head of house for Slytherin, and he doubted anyone would need reconciliation, let alone come to him if they did. Taking a bite of eggs he looked over at his House’s table, and saw that none of the students seemed sad, let alone in the need of counseling. Taking another bite of eggs Snape had to fight down a bought of nausea as the food attempted to reintroduce itself to the environment. Putting his utensils and napkin down as if he were needed elsewhere, Snape got up and left the Great Hall.

He stalked through the halls quickly, heading toward the dungeons, trying to get there before the day started and the students were sent to their classes. The only thing stopping Snape from being sick was his time as a Death Eater, showing weakness was a sure way to get yourself killed, and throwing up in the presence of the Dark Lord would earn one a cruciatus at the least. Finally reaching his classroom, Snape went through the door in the back toward his private lab and study, where he quickly emptied the contents of his stomach into the nearest receptacle, a cauldron. Standing up as if nothing had happened Snape cast a freshening charm on himself, and a vanishing and scourgify on the cauldron. Pondering the reason for his upset stomach Snape went about preparing for his first class of the day, writing directions on the chalkboard, getting out the necessary ingredients, floating each child’s cauldron into its proper place, and getting out the papers he needed to grade.

The reasons for an upset stomach were few for a person staying at Hogwarts, as the food made by the House Elves was never anything less than perfect, and even less so for a vampire. The professor was still pondering this when the first class of the day came in. Snape sneered, second year students, Hufflepuffs and Slytherins, not a good combination. The Slytherins would try to make life hard for the Hufflepuffs, sensing they were easy prey. It was amusing to watch, and though it sometimes got to a point that Severus Snape himself frowned upon, there was nothing he could do about it. While he was of course biased towards his own house, he could still treat the other houses slightly more fairly; but both he and Albus knew the Dark Lord would come back, and if the remaining Death Eaters doubted his loyalty there would be a smaller chance of him being able to continue his spying career. Still, it was always amusing to watch the stupid antics of the students, as long as no large scale damage was done.

Standing up the Potions Professor strode to the front of the room and pointed at the board.

“Desaturation Draught, ingredients are to your right, have a sample bottled and on my desk by the end of class, even you dunderheads should be able to manage that. Any disruptions will be rewarded with a detention. Begin.” As the students sighed looking at the complicated instructions on the board, Snape went back to his desk to grade fourth year papers on Metamorph Potions.

Soon the sound of simmering cauldrons permeated the very walls of the dungeon and left a calming effect on the professor.

Halfway through the period Snape finished grading the papers and started to walk around the class looking at the current states of the potions. He sneered at a particularly bad one with the consistency and color of sludge and vanished it from the dismayed girl’s cauldron.

“Start over.” He sneered at her. “If you hurry you might finish before the period is over.”

In the entire class five potions were vanished, sixteen were pronounced dismal, three were adequate, one was a good attempt, and one was worth an inclination of the head. Going back to his desk, Snape thought over the homework assignment for this class, and was ready to announce it when something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. That girl’s potion, too much shrivlefig, which by itself was of little consequence, but with four other people rushing to redo the potion before class finished, it was just slightly more worrying. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the only thing that caught the keen eye of the Potion’s Master. Across the isle a Slytherin boy was attempting poke a pile of unused ingredients into the girl’s cauldron. A Hufflepuff girl a couple of rows back was rolling a small burning object across the floor into a Slytherin girl’s fire. Snape didn’t even try to stop it, he just readied his wand and waited for the inevitable catastrophe. He did not have to wait long at all. Not three seconds later the boy succeeded in pushing a scarab’s wing, a dragon’s tooth, hemlock, and a writing quill into the girl’s cauldron, which began to bubble immediately. Back a few rows the Slytherin girl’s fire became blazing hot causing the potion to come to a roiling boil, which overflowed onto the ground. The fumes from the potions filled the air, the high flames evaporating what remained of the one girl’s potion, while the other spit bubbles into the air and began to spill over the sides.

“Get out NOW!” yelled Snape as he strode to the center of the room. In the haste to get out two cauldrons were tipped over and one hit a nearby shelf of potions. As the shelf began to fall toward the potion covered floor Snape’s eyes grew wide; surrounded by potions and cauldrons it was all he could do to throw a containment spell around the room.

The first thing Snape was aware of when he woke moments later was that it was totally dark. Touching his forehead with his left hand, he felt wetness. Blood.

Not in the mood to find out if it was his or somebody else’s, Snape wiped his hand on his robe. Looking around was impossible, as the only thing he could see was his hand in front of his face and some type of wall 12 inches away. Trying to move, he realized that his right arm and hand were stuck in the wall, along with the wand that hand was holding. Trying to move his feet he found that his left leg was stuck under something. He couldn’t move his left arm far enough to get rid of whatever was crushing his leg, and his right leg couldn’t do much either.

Ready to melt whatever he was trapped in with his wand, or try punching his way out, Snape heard a pounding noise. He sighed and rapped his knuckles on the side of his prison and was rewarded with a gong like sound. The pounding stopped.

“Severus? Severus, are you in there? Are you hurt?” McGonagall’s muffled voice reached Snape’s ears, and he sighed.

“Yes, I’m perfectly fine Minerva, I’m having a wonderful time trapped in this metal prison.” Snape ground out. He heard an angry snort of disdain from Minerva and a chuckle a few seconds later.

“It’s good to see you are all right Severus, and that your current predicament has not affected your usual bouts of sarcasm.” Snape groaned as he heard Albus Dumbledore’s voice. “Now if you would be so kind as to send some kind of indication as to where you are we could-”

“Albus, I’m trapped in metal, your not going to see a single indicator spell I cast. It’s a damn good thing I don’t need to breathe!” This time he could hear McGonagall chuckle too. Snape rolled his eyes and cast a blasting charm. The loud bang caused the whole metal prison to vibrate, but despite the newly acquired headache, Snape had succeeded in getting his hand free.

“Ah yes, I see you now Severus. Beautiful sounds that this prison of yours makes, I’m afraid we have to destroy it to get you out.” Severus pinched the bridge of his nose at the headmaster’s comments, trying to force down the rude reply he wanted to say.

“Yes. Such a pity.” He sneered even though no one could see it.

“Yes, well now that we’ve located you we’re going to try to cut you out. Hold still and tell us if you feel any pain.” announced Dumbledore. Snape bit back another retort and waited to be let out.

Soon enough the metal prison fell open and Snape could blast his leg free. He stood up in the middle of what appeared to be a mass of at least 15 cauldrons melted together haphazardly. Snape cursed at the mess and banished the useless cauldrons to a corner.

“Severus! You’re bleeding!” McGonagall stated concernedly. Snape reached up to his forehead where he had felt the blood before and touched the spot where the liquid was. There would be no wound for him to check, as he would have already healed such a minor abrasion, but the blood would tell him what he needed to know.

Licking his fingers clean of the blood Snape froze in horror, this wasn’t his, it wasn’t even blood. Turning around to get a good look at his classroom he saw that a hole the size of a desk was featured on the back wall of the room; the back wall that held his store of potions on the other side, the store which held his blood replenishing potion and blood.

The bloody substance on his forehead was the last of his potion, the last of his sustenance; the rest was in pools on the floor.

Severus stood there in shock, not hearing the concerned remarks coming from his fellow colleagues.

“Severus, do you think you’ll be able to teach in another classroom for two days while this one is renovated? Of course you shall have as much time as you need to recover yourself, and…why not my dear boy?” Dumbledore asked confusedly as Snape shook his head. Severus merely lightly gestured at the hole in the wall and otherwise stood still. He was startled out of his state of mind by a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Severus, do you need to see Poppy? Are you well?” Minerva’s voice sounded close to his ears, but that wasn’t what the Potion’s Master was paying attention to. A nearby drumbeat sounded in his mind, growing louder till he could not concentrate on anything else. A heartbeat, so close Snape could almost taste it. He leaned his head on the nearby shoulder faking pain, so he could get closer to the sound. “Severus? Severus! What is wrong!?” Minerva’s surprised and concerned voice brought him out of his trance. With a brusk shake of his head and a dusting of his robes he stood to face his fellow employee.

“What’s wrong is that nearly my entire food supply, my salvation, is now mixing with the mess on the dungeon floor.” McGonagall put her hand up to her mouth in shock, and even Dumbledore looked a little concerned. “In one week, every living thing in this castle will become a very tempting food source to a very hungry, and guiltless, vampire.”

Chapter 6 Thirst

The students in the school began to notice changes in Snape, unpleasant changes, just Snape noticed the students more, their bad behavior, their after hours perambulations , their heartbeats. At meals Snape was more cranky than usual, eating barely anything besides a few bites of meat and drinking little, not that anyone dared to look his way long enough to notice besides the other professors, whom Snape ignored. The potions in classes became increasingly hard to brew, and the slightest mistake or misbehavior meant a detention with Filch. Over the next five days Snape went from touchy to tired and finally to the point where he seemed to be searching for people to put in detention outside his own class, oddly none of which were with him. His appearance also changed, while before he had looked slightly more healthy than usual, now he looked downright sick to a point where he seemed half dead, though his senses were anything but. At the slightest sound Snape would be off to find the source with speed like a hunted animal.

No one could guess why.

Dumbledore and some of the other professors knew of course, but most of them didn’t know how bad it was becoming. Dumbledore couldn’t find another food source for Snape in such a short time, and chicken blood just wasn’t cutting it, despite Hagrid’s continuous offerings. That Tuesday Snape was dismayed to find that Poppy had already sent the sample of blood from the replenishing potion accident to Saint Mungo’s. As he stood solemnly staring at the place the vial had been Poppy ran up behind him in a rush to get some ingredients for a badly hurt patient. Fraught with worry her body was going into overdrive, something Severus Snape could smell, and hear. Before Poppy knew what was happening her wrist had been grabbed by Snape, who was still staring at the cabinet.

“Severus, is something else wrong? I told you that…” Poppy’s words caught in her throat as she noticed the red tint in the professor’s eyes. “Severus… are you well, please let go of me… I need to help a patient.” The grip on her arm slowly loosened and Snape walked out the door, the only sound the swishing of his cloak. Poppy took a few breaths and went back to her patient.

That Friday night found Snape stalking through the halls with more fervor than usual. To anyone watching it would seem like he was angry, to someone looking closely it would seem like he was listening for something, and indeed he was. Every night Snape was listening for students out of bed, it was his normal duty yes, but now it was for other reasons too. The students however, seemed unwilling to sneak out at night more recently though. Snape had taken to listening outside the doors of student’s dorms and professors rooms for periods of time, blending in with the shadows, savoring the sound of human drums and rivers. Snape knew he would never get away with attacking a student outright, and the tempting thought still sickened him, thankfully, but he could dream. At least while he was hunting the hunger pangs were less due to concentration.

As Snape stalked the corridors that weekend his sharp nose picked up a smell that part of him yearned for, and another part did not wish to smell around here; blood. Following the scent was far too easy. Half starved he traversed the winding hallways with the ease of years and the fervor of the famished until he found the source. A young first year Ravenclaw with a badly cut arm was crying near a suit of armor, almost as if he was trying to hide. In the pitch black the student couldn’t see him, but Snape could see as if it were midday. The large cut on the shoulder seemed to have been inflicted by a fall, but a bruise on the face looked as if it had been inflicted by a person. The bloody sword nearby was evidence that the boy had been pushed, and probably lost his balance and fell on the sharp instrument.

The smell of blood was as intoxicating as the child’s heart beat, rapid from the effort of sobbing for what seemed like a good time. Instincts that lie in the heart of every hunter stirred, awakening, and Snape hissed slightly with delight as he inched closer. The child jumped up, holding his arm as he did so.

“Who-who’s there? I’m not scared of you, I-I’ll fight! You can’t hurt me more than you alrea-ady have you-you jerk!” The child let go of his arm to put up both fists, but the flow of blood made him cover up his arm again. Snape sniffed the air and inched forward. “I-I’m warning you! I-hiccup-I, sob…” The young boy fell to the floor and started sobbing again. The forlorn voice caught Snapes attention, as memories of another crying child beckoned through the need for survival. Sighing he took his wand from his sleeve and approached the boy.

“Lumos.” The light cast was so sudden the boy had to cover his eyes momentarily, letting the wound in his arm flow freely, Snape shuddered. As the boy uncovered his eyes he squeaked in alarm. No one wants to be caught out after dark by Professor Snape.

“I’m sorry Professor, I was reading for- and this bully, and-” In his frantic attempt to explain why he was out after curfew the boy was waving his arms wildly causing the gash to spill blood faster.

“Stop moving you fool, you are making your wound worse!” The child flinched as Snape's voice cut him off. “Ferula” Bandages slid from Snape's wand, stopping the light. “This might sting, I know you can’t see, but don’t worry, I’m just cleaning your wound. Snape knelt down beside the child and frowned at being so close to what he wanted. Holding the child’s arm tightly he begin to speak in a crooning voice most would think not possible for the Professor to produce. “Don’t worry… relax, everything will be okay… close your eyes, relax, I’m just going to clean and bandage your wound… relax.” The boy swayed under Snape’s mesmeric influence, tired and dazed. Keeping a tight grip on the boy’s arm Snape bent over the wound to inspect it; it was deep, not long, and fortunately hit no bone and few tendons. Leaning closer, the smell of blood in his nostrils, Snapes fangs unsheathed and the glamour spell broke. The black pupils of his eyes glimmered red and his tounge sneaked out to lick his lips and taste the air. Bending close to the child's arm he shuddered slowly as the smell hit his nose and tongue. Slowly the man hardened by years in the Dark Lord’s service bent his head, the prospect of breaking a week long fast slipping through his resolve, and his tongue reached toward the gaping hole. Slowly he began to lick the wound, the blood salty in his mouth and warm in his throat, the metallic taste subtlety mixed with hints of what the boy had eaten that day, as well as a basis of who he was. Slowly he began to suck, lightly at first, and then harder. He was hungry, so hungry. Soon he was holding the boy in his lap, sucking vehemently on the wound. A small moan brought him back from his meal, looking down he saw that the boy was pale, too pale. Cursing he used one piece of the summoned cloth to clean his spit from the wound and then sanitized it with his wand before bandaging it. Looking around he saw the ground covered in blood the boy had shed before he got there.

“Accio blood.” The blood raised from the ground and from the sword the boy had cut himself on to rush towards Snape, who opened his mouth to let the blood in. Swallowing he sighed contentedly, sated. Getting down on his knees again he picked up the boy and began marching to the infirmary. About halfway there the boy woke up.

“What happened, where are we going?” The boy mumbled weakly.

“You lost more blood as I tried to clean the wound, you fainted. We are going to see Madam Pomfrey, and I suggest you tell her not only about the sword, but the bully who punched you and pushed you so you fell on the sword. She will sort it out.” The boy blushed and snuggled closer to Snape, close to falling asleep from exhaustion, too tired and thankful to remember that he was scared of this Professor.

Snape heard a mumbled “thanks Professor” as he walked along.

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Justin Sun recently announced a $20 million giveaway. The full details of the airdrop haven’t been released yet, but he is definitively giving away a Tesla. This reporter’s been thinking about it: if a million people sign up for a $20 million giveaway, that’s $20 each. That’s actually a decent amount of cryptocurrency for nothing at all.

To celebrate #BTT & #USDT–#TRON success, I am planning a $20m free cash airdrop. Good news-it's coming, bad news-I may decide to give away more! First, I will randomly pick 1 winner for a #Tesla up until 3/27! To apply, follow me and RT this tweet! Simple! #Blockchain pic.twitter.com/wFyzwtB3ur

— Justin Sun (@justinsuntron) March 12, 2019

No matter how you feel about Justin Sun or his creation, it’s undeniable that the explosive growth of the Tron ecosystem is a positive sign for the blockchain industry. A recent exchange with Charlie Lee illustrates the power that user-friendly, affordable tokenized platforms actually have. A woman had passingly heard of Charlie Lee’s Litecoin, speaking to the creator himself. But she knew all about Tron, and was eager to tell him about it.

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A Tron lady asked @SatoshiLite: do you know Tron? It’s always TOP-10. Charlie replied: do you know other TOP-10 coins? Not really. Litecoin? Tron lady: Yeah, I’ve heard of it. We kept laughing. She seemed very puzzled and asked: what’s so funny? pic.twitter.com/5gDdhVlfBn

— Xinxi Wang (@TheRealXinxi) March 13, 2019

Can users make use of $20 in TRX or BTT? Well, yes. You can make some investments, have some fun, or all of the above with that amount of TRX. Like most tokenized platforms, the base token is the most liquid. TRX is more widely used and accepted than any of the tokens running on it, however BTT is also accepted at most of the casinos.

TronLink: The MetaMask of Tron

There are multiple wallet options for Tron. For holding Tron, this reporter chose TronWatch. But for daily use, you need a browser-based plugin that allows you to interact with decentralized applications. A popular option for this, that works with TRX.market, Tronscan.org, and most other dapps, is TronLink.

Unfortunately, TronLink is only available for Chrome at this time. This is a drawback from Ethereum’s MetaMask, which is available for Firefox and Chrome.

Getting Tron

If you don’t want to wait for the airdrop from Justin Sun, you have the option of buying Tron now with other cryptos or stablecoins. Binance has a thriving TRX market and was the launchpad of the BitTorrent ICO. To acquire $20 worth of TRX via Dogecoin, this reporter used Changelly. The cost was 9300 Doge.

Using Doge to buy TRX on Changelly.

#1 Invest in a Casino

Another aspect of the casinos is their “token mining” aspect. It’s a cool feature of several TRX casinos: for every bet you place, you earn a small amount of a token. You can then stake that token or burn or it or sell it on a decentralized market.

One of the most valuable tokens in the TRX market is Ante, which is worth over 25 TRX on a normal basis. ANTE derives from TronBet.io, perhaps the most popular casino by volume. The more Ante tokens you control, the greater your share of the dividend. A popular model adopted by both Trontbet and TronDice is to return 70% of profits to the daily dividend pool. The dividends are paid via smart contract.

So, you can also buy Ante and Dice tokens, and stake them on the site, like so:

This is what dividends look like on TronDice. To earn a real amount of TRX, you need 10s of thousands of dice tokens. Dividends are paid out at midnight UTC every day.

The dividends may be small, but for this reporter, at least, something is better than nothing. The dividend varies by day. If we consider that we’re in a bear market for both interest and value in the crypto space, it’s probably a long-term decent investment. At any rate, it’s safer than actually gambling on the site. TronDice, which is pictured in the screenshot above, pays 2.5 dice tokens for every 10 Tron bet. Each token is worth roughly 1 100th of a TRX at this point, meaning you can purchase a 100,000 token stake in the casino for 1000 TRX, or roughly $3.

The dividends may be small, but they’re better than nothing. And the casinos make money. While many people win every day, plenty of people lose. That’s the nature of casinos. The cool thing about TRX casinos is that they don’t take more than each individual bet. The ones discussed in this article, at least – TronDice.org and TronBet.io – require you to sign each transaction. TronLink has a feature that allows you to automatically sign for a set period of time.

So, for an investment of $20, it seems you could make 25 to 50% in a few months time. And if you get that investment stake for free from Justin Sun’s airdrop, you’re making free crypto.

#2 Gamble

For the purpose of this article, the author converted about $20 worth of Dogecoin to TRX, and commenced to play on Tronbet. They have three game offerings now, but they will soon be launching live poker.

The most fun game is definitely Moon, a chart game which allows you to bet on the rising price of a fictional asset. Moons range from 1.00x (which is a loss for everyone who bets) all the way to 9900.

The minimum bet on both casinos is 10 TRX. If you bet 10 at 1.4x and you win, you get 4 extra TRX. You also get a small amount of Ante. The amount of Ante you receive is relational to your level. You get less per bet as your level increases. Eventually, all the Ante will be mined out, and the value will go up, as it is the only way to obtain a stake in the casino.

This reporter has seen it get as high as 300. Here’s a short recording of a game of Moon:

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There are a variety of other casinos out there. Another one this reporter tried was TronVegas. They use the same model as most Bitcoin-based casinos, where you make a deposit and then play. This is riskier than on-chain betting, of course, because you can’t know that your funds are safe. TronVegas also took the reporter’s money.

As a side note, TronBet intends to give away 5 Teslas soon.

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Casinos are one of the most popular dapps. For the purpose of this article, the author only really fully investigated two of them. But a full list of Tron casinos is available here.

#3 Play Games

Tron has a number of cool games running live on it. The most popular game is a massively multiplayer role playing game called TronLegend. The second most popular requires less time investment and is called TronGoo.

TronGoo has an in-game economy based on the production Goo. Players can fight, improve their kitties for fighting, and employ workers to earn Goo. Ownership of goo entitles you to TRX rewards. The game does require a bit of a learning curve, but fortunately they grant you a free intern kitty when you sign up.

TronGoo is good for people who aren’t necessarily interested in gambling. The basic premise is that you produce Goo and lock up Goo. In-game items can be purchased for TRX, part of which goes into the “research pot,” which is given back to users proportional to their goo production and holdings.

The coolest thing is that you can raise an army and steal Goo from other players.

This reporter successfully attacked another player and stole millions of goo.

Other Ways You Can Use $20 In Tron

You can, of course, play the token’s market. $20 gets you about 800 TRX at current prices. If you take that an invest in dice tokens, for instance, you can get about 80,000 of them. Then you can sell them at a higher price as the market fluctuates. You can invest in BTT, Ante, and other tokens as well, all by virtue of having a TronLink wallet and access Trx.market.

You can of course just speculate on Tron’s eventual return to market highs. Simply hodling tokens works in Tron as well, but the point of this article is that the nascent system has exploded with dapps. You don’t have to be a Tron bull or fanatic to have a lot of fun there.

After you use Tron for awhile, you’ll understand why it has such a high volume of transactions. Every bet on TronBet is a transaction, as well as TronDice and many other places. The blockchain is handling this volume of transactions and interest seems to be on a quick trajectory. It’s hard not to get excited about Tron after using it for awhile.

One thing that bears mentioning: to transact on Tron, you need bandwidth. Everyone gets a small amount for free, but if you freeze your TRX at Tronscan (on the wallet tab), you can get more proportional to how much you freeze. This will save you TRX in transaction costs.

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samanthasroberts · 8 years ago

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5 Insane True Stories Of Buying The House From Hell

I’ve worked in the home improvement industry for over a decade, and as a result of that, I will never own my own house. I know people who seem to manage it just fine, and some who even thoroughly enjoy it. Maybe you’re one of them and are laughing at me right now. It’s just that there are so many abject terrors a house of your own can casually cast on you. I’ve seen too many folks left with their asses hanging in the breeze. So whether you’re planning to build a house or scoff at the very idea, at least do yourself a favor and read this. You won’t be sorry.

(You will be sorry.)

#5. Poop Lurks Around Every Corner

One of the worst nights of my entire life can be handily summed up by the first minute or so of this scene from Dogma:

Yes, it’s the shit demon scene, and yes, it’s a damn documentary.

There I was, blissfully enjoying the fact that I was not currently covered in human shit, when suddenly I heard a gurgle from the bathroom. Confident that it was just another gremlin infestation, I sighed, got up, and went to give them a karate or two. What I found instead was poop. So very much poop, coming out from all the available orifices the bathroom had to offer. This was noticeably less sexy than it sounds.

There are good moves and bad moves in this situation. The good move: whimper a bit and call an expert. The bad move: panic, flush.

Have you ever seen a poop geyser? I have. It was thankfully less spraying and more bubbly than you’d expect, but still far below what an average person would consider glorious. By the time I was done containing the spillage from the fine raw sewage backup I had just experienced, I was literally scooping shit in tiny cardboard party cups because they were the only barrier I had between liquefied feces and my hands. Note: There is no amount of gloves in the world that can make that job any more pleasant.

Hot chocolate, anyone?

Two deservedly sarcastic plumbers, some extremely spirited cleaning, and several very, very careful showers later, things were finally more or less back to normal. My only positive memories of the event are the several, for once not hyperbolic “I can’t make it tonight, got caught up in a shit storm” messages I got to send out.

That specific incident made me realize that poop is everywhere. Poop is running under our streets, poop is under the floor, and poop is in the walls, in the ceiling, and in the sea. We used poop to build the world, then shoved it unceremoniously out of sight like the unwelcome neighbor it admittedly is. And like that same creepy neighbor, it’s just biding its time to pop up to say hi and hang out in our house for a while.

There are many reasons Poop Napoleon could suddenly descend on your shit hole like it was Austerlitz. Clogging from sanitary products and too-many-ply toilet paper. Tree roots that decided to tear through your main sewer line. Floods. Construction errors happen: I’ve seen sewer lines that do their level best to climb uphill and thus start barfing finely aged terror farts (and sometimes more) at you during wet seasons. Maybe you bought a house that was built before the 1980s and your sewer lines are made from bullshit 19th-century wood pulp piping known as Orangeburg pipes.

Really? Orange? That’s the color springing to mind here?

Still, as unnoticeable as most of these issues are until it’s too late, when they do happen, taking care of it is as simple as calling your landlord and saying, “Your house just exploded in a geyser of shit.” But if you own that house, you are now stuck with the choice of paying several thousand dollars to fix it or wading through a literal sewer in blind hope that it’s something you can take care of on your own (Hint: You cannot).

#4. Older Houses Feel Haunted For A Reason

You’re sleeping in the house you own as the lord/lady of your domain, with no worries in the world save for the crushing mortgage, when suddenly the loudest noise you’ve ever heard jerks you back to the waking land. After calming down, you put it down to a sleep jerk or whatever and slowly start drifting back to sle-

BOOM!!!

OhGodohGodohGod! What in the everfucking shit was that? It’s like someone literally dropped a wrecking ball on your house. And then it happens again. And again. As you sprint to what you insist is your panic room but is really just a pillow fort in the corner of the study, you fully expect WWIII to have kicked into full gear and brace yourself for the inevitable invasion of space Nazis.

“Don’t be silly. We’re not due until 2018.”

Sorry, no extraterrestrial fascists for you tonight! That shit was just a frost quake — a wacky phenomenon where cold weather contracts your house’s building materials, causing them to groan and bang and turns the whole place into an audio bomb. Did the seller forget to mention this? Don’t worry! It’s totally harmless. Usually. If your house is well-built. Which it totally is, right? Right?

Frost quakes are just one of the many bullshit things you can encounter during your house-owning endeavor that there’s no real way to brace yourself for. According to a friend of mine who used to work as a building inspector — we’ll call him Frank Buildinginspector — there are so many ways to encounter insane bullshit, the world would run out of trees if all of those ways were put on paper.

Did the previous owner have at least two males in the family? You can rest assured there is some extremely localized water damage in the bathroom. Or maybe the piping (including sewer lines, because, like I said, poop lurks everywhere) has been constructed in such an asshat way that it’s borderline impossible to inspect or maintain, leading to situations such as the one Frank names as the worst in his career: extremely elderly sewer pipes, directly attached to the ground floor and long since burst because of fucking course, managed to render both the ground floor and the soil underneath into hazardous waste. The owner of the house only thought to inspect the situation because of a “kinda funny smell.”

“Also, is it a little warm in here?”

And then we have the outright horror-movie scenarios that Cracked has already told you about, like the mold in old houses that can make you see ghosts and malfunctioning fans that can … also make you see ghosts.

In fact, you know what? Just outright embrace all that shit. Even if there’s no way you could peacefully live there, I’m betting if you combined the ghost stuff with the frost quakes and strange smells, you’d make a killing by turning the place into a haunted house.

#3. Poison Is Potentially Everywhere

I realize I’m running the risk of sounding less like a fun, harmless-when-not-too-drunk-and-at-dropkick-distance Internet columnist and more like a screeching fearmonger, but poisonous houses are totally a thing, and I think we can all agree that it’s better you hear it from me than a reliable, certified expert, because hard facts are easier to swallow when laced with liberal dick jokes. Hehehe. “Hard.” “Swallow.” “Dick.” See?

If you’ve ever even glanced at a house with a twinkling intention to throw money at it, you’ve probably heard about radon, an odorless, colorless, and fucking radioactive gas that lurks in soil and may seep in through any ol’ crack or seam. Smoking aside, it’s the biggest culprit for lung cancer we know about (we’re talking 20,000 lung cancer deaths per year), it can’t be detected without a special test, and an estimated one in 15 houses have radon leakages in the U.S. alone. Are you feeling lucky, punk?

“Sure. They threw in this suit; have you any idea how much these things cost?”

Luckily, even if you wind up buying a house without insisting on the test, the issue is fairly simple to fix with radon removal systems (if you notice it, that is). That fixes a minuscule damn fraction of your poisonin’ issues. There’s still carbon monoxide (400 deaths and up to 20,000 ER visits per year), potentially poisoning you from leaky heating systems and blocked vents. Does your house still have all the original surface materials, you hipster, you? Fuck — you might be looking at a lungful of hazardous lead paint, or fiberglass insulation, or plain old asbestos, or formaldehyde, or random pollutants from carpeting. Or mold. Or that goddamned ghost mold I mentioned earlier, why the hell not?

“I’m made up of the souls of the previous homeowners.”

I’m not trying to paint a picture of every house as a poison-filled death trap that is just waiting to take your money and your life. I’m not here to fearmonger — tons of people live in their own houses and are so happy they joyfully cry tears made out of Skittles. Still, I feel it’s worth pointing out all the weird bullshit that might bite you in the ass somewhere down the line if you don’t do the shit out of your homework before signing on the dotted line.

Besides, if I wanted to really monger fear, I wouldn’t be talking about pesky bullshit like poison seeping through the walls. I’d be talking about stuff like …

#2. Your Neighbors Are Crazy

I went into this column with the assumption that I’d be writing exclusively about how even the most dream-fulfilling, expensive house can turn into a shit soup at a moment’s notice, sometimes literally. However, the more I talked with house owners, the more a certain trend presented itself: In the house-ownin’ world, hell is not the occasional renovation. It’s other people.

I’ve heard many stories detailing the horrors of owning a house and being surrounded by the wrong kind of people, but for the purposes of this entry, we’ll focus on the one that best embodies them all. Consider the story of a friend of mine, whom we shall call Diana Womanhead. A few years ago, a relationship that for obvious reasons would not last (we’ll get to that in a minute) took her from the life of a big-city apartment-dweller to that of a small-town house owner.

“So, do I have to provide my own banjo, or are they complimentary?”

The first shock was the neighbors. You’d assume that having a house of your own would provide you with some sense of privacy and security. Not so: Almost immediately, neighbors started borderline forcefully introducing themselves, ambling to the house despite locked gates and cracking open a beer on their front porch. Sometimes, they had a six-pack. Other neighbors liberally used their yard as a toilet for their dog and occasionally screamed at them for “making too much noise.” Sometimes, they had an ax. While Diana was somewhat concerned by this, her guy was cool with literally anyone tumbling in. This included his many friends, who abused the situation by turning up unannounced for a barbecue, emptying the fridge, and occasionally sneaking into their guesthouse to pass out after a boozy Saturday night.

“The pillow mints were the perfect refresher after vomiting on the front lawn. Five stars.”

And then it turned out that the guy barely had enough money to deal with the house, let alone any interest to keep it in any kind of shape. He just happened to come from a culture where it is customary to own one, so he had to have one.

Still, at least Diana managed to get out without too much undue hassle. But remember Frank Buildinginspector from earlier? A friend of his bought a house with her significant other, only to be cock-slapped with a limp pecker of divorce. One day, when she was out, her soon-to-be ex-husband chose to torch the place, because fuck you. Too bad the dude was still one of the owners, so although he was caught for arson, the lady isn’t going to receive a dime for insurance.

#1. And Chances Are You’re Crazy Too

I am a terrible neighbor. I’m a long-haired, bearded man with serious resting bitch face syndrome who dresses almost exclusively in black and is generally too reserved and/or preoccupied with whatever deadline I’m wrestling to even say hi to my neighbors. I’m positive at least one of them thinks I’m a serial killer, thanks to a freak accident where my leg went to sleep when I was chopping onions in an awkward position, and I spent a good while limping around the place while still holding the knife and making nasty faces thanks to the onions getting to my eyes — only to see a horrified older woman stare at me through the window.

The clown makeup probably didn’t help my case.

But, again, I’m a humble tenant. The second the whole neighborhood inevitably grabs their pitchforks and torches to chase me back to the abyss where I belong, I can just piss off and start my reign of terror somewhere anew. No such luck when you’re financially tied to the area — if you’re the shitty neighbor, congratulations! You’re married to the house until the whole town gets tired of you and straight-up murders your ass.

“But Pauli,” you say. “Just because you’d be a pathetic, black-hearted excuse of a house owner and, for that matter, human being, it doesn’t make every potential house owner a dickhead.” That’s true, it doesn’t automatically turn you into one — only potentially.

Like The Shining but for assholes.

It’s so, so very easy to get caught up in neighbor shenanigans to the extent that you’re elbow-deep in petty dickery yourself. Sometimes, all it takes is one asshole and a situation where you both own your houses and are thus unable or unwilling to move away. Take the story of yet another one of my friends, whom we’ll call Andy Mandude. For years and years, his family was tormented by a total asshole of a neighbor who kept stoning their dogs, deliberately blocking their car on the narrow road they shared, physically picking fights, and generally acting like a five-star asshat, usually running back to the safety of his own property at the slightest chance of getting a comeuppance. Over the years, the situation escalated into a terrifying real-life version of the many imaginary battles between Donald Duck and Neighbor Jones, including (but not limited to) antics such as:

– a full-hearted attempt to chainsaw down a flagpole – ongoing, liberal verbal abuse – several physical wrestling matches – actual freaking death threats – stoning and shooting of pets

Even Biggie and Tupac kept their beef human-side.

– a reluctant, ongoing truce that Andy fully acknowledges can and likely eventually will break right back into horror shenanigans.

And that’s hardly an isolated case. Google “neighbor arguments” and you’ll find thousands and thousands of assholes you’d gladly pick a fight with if you found yourself living next door to them, or just read some of the best ones right here. Who’s the asshole in those fights? Ask both parties, and they’ll point the finger at each other. Which means that if you’re in even a mild, petty neighborhood argument, you are automatically an asshole. Even if you are in the right.

Eventually, you’ll get tired of it and decide, “Fuck every last second of this. Owning this house isn’t worth an ulcer or a heart attack.” Or you’ll get old and realize you have too much space to take care of … or you’ll have a family and realize you need more space. So you’ll sell your home and buy another one. And the person who buys your house will inherit all of the old fuckery you had to deal with. They’ll complain about your half-assed repairs and their new psychotic, dog-shooting neighbor. They’ll bad luck their way into an exploding sewer pipe and blame you for being negligent. Meanwhile, you’ll be doing the same thing at your new house. And that, friends, is the Circle of Homeowner Life.

Source: http://allofbeer.com/2017/06/24/5-insane-true-stories-of-buying-the-house-from-hell/

from All of Beer https://allofbeer.wordpress.com/2017/06/24/5-insane-true-stories-of-buying-the-house-from-hell/

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