#and 2) MAD respect for cinderella FOREVER

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"Do not take the crimes of those who have manipulated us and put them at the feet of the world. "

i feel like this quote rlly aptly demonstrates the difference between cinderella and the stepmother

the stepmother - who comes to realise that all she is is a prop for someone elses story. barely a villain, and barely even a character in her own right. and in her rage against a world so unjust, failing to recognise the abuse she has inflicted onto her children by her own hand. who fights back against cruelty with yet more cruelty to anyone and everyone in her path. like - she cannibalises the very daughters that she had supposedly "truly loved". she devours the evil queen, another 'villainous woman' archetype who would, more than anyone else, have empathy for and solidarity with the stepmothers motivations. the only person she showed caring and kindness to (briefly) was pinocchio - in order to trap, manipulate and control him. the only way out of an unfair system is the violent and spiteful accumulation of power to destroy that system

vs cinderella - also realising that she barely has agency within her own narrative. that her story is barely even hers. adopting the same rage against her unnecessary suffering and the same mission to defy the authors. which, from what we know of her so far, she does through kindness and solidarity. she allies with snow white, and offers support and guidance to rosamund. she is still looking for the other princesses who are struggling the same way in the times of shadow. her way out of an unfair world is to band together with the people who have been mistreated - because they have all been mistreated - and working together to build something better. (in a way, perhaps it could also be about breaking out of the cycles of abuse - rejecting the idea that the world must be pain, escaping the person someone was trying to mould you into, and carving a way out for other people too. supporting and being supported). but the way forward is with other people, and blame is not laid at the feet of the world but the forces who made the world the way it is.

anyway. its making me a bit crazy that both of them realised they were one-dimensional characters: and one of them buried herself deeper into that role into fullscale pure-evil villainy, and one broke out of her role to become a hero and an agent of change.

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the power of the dog

ghostbusters afterlife

the lost daughter

sing 2

belfast

finding you

hotel transylvania transformania

best sellers

cinderella

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house of gucci

marry me

king richard

i want you back

the tragedy of macbeth

nightmare alley

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drive my car

spies in disguise

turning red

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parallel mothers

respect

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fresh

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the bubble

as they made us

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moonfall

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overboard

death on the nile

the bad guys

doctor strange in the multiverse of madness

the lost city

the worst person in the world

deep water

sonic the hedgehog 2

moonshot

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chip n’ dale rescue rangers

fantastic animals and the secrets of dumbledore

just married

fire island

the unbearable weight of a massive talent

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hustle

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everything everywhere all at once

baby boss the family business

the night clerk

good luck to you, leo grande

the royal treatment

355

together

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c'mon c'mon

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not okay

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look both ways

nope

after we fell

wszyscy moi przyjaciele nie zyja (all my friends are dead)

spin me around

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thor love and thunder

pinocchio

cha cha real smooth

about fate

marcel the shell with shoes on

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tree thousand years of longing

do revenge

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school of good and evil

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bliss

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the people we hate at wedding

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bones and all

avatar the way of the water

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tar

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glass onion

strange world

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pearl

the phantom of the opera

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To Have and to Hold

She wanted him. This. She didn't need anything else.

Part 1 of 2.

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Based on two prompts I got from anon, which are:

“I just want to relax in your arms” and “I could just stare at you forever” “Creep”

Both appear in part 2

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Words: 3.4k

Warnings: None for this part, part 2, however, will have smut.

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily sighs with relief as she watches the time on her computer click over to 5 pm. The weekend starts with little fanfare as she turns around in her chair to look at the team, smiling as she sees similar relief on all of their faces. Penelope is sitting on the edge of Spencer’s desk as she often did on Friday afternoons when they were in the office, her attention span waning as two days off drew near, the youngest member of the team the easiest to distract. Emily shakes her head at the pack of cards in between them, and she wonders if Aaron had looked down from his office to see members of his team playing poker during the working day, if he had simply just turned a blind eye. 

“What’s everyone doing this weekend?” Penelope asks her enthusiasm as present as ever. 

“Henry has been going on and on about the new exhibit at the museum,” JJ says, smiling despite the resignation in her voice, “Will and I are going to take him tomorrow.” 

“Oh, Jack has been asking to go too,” Emily adds, “You’ll have to let me know what it’s like.” 

“What about you and bossman, Em?” Penelope asks, always keen for an insight into their lives, no matter how small, “What are you doing?” 

“Just the usual weekend things,” Emily replies, smiling softly, “Jack has soccer, and then we’ll take him for lunch at this diner he’s obsessed with.” 

“The place with the coffee you hate?” Derek asks, his eyebrow raised, a teasing smile on his face that came out whenever they spoke about Jack. Her inability to say no to the young boy she loved as her own was well known amongst the team. 

She groans, “Yes, but he likes the pancakes,” she smiles, “Aaron will just have to make me coffee at home.” 

“Em?” 

She turns to see Aaron standing outside his office, leaning over the railing with his briefcase in hand, and she wonders how long he’s been standing there. 

“Hi, ready to go?” She asks hopefully, and he nods in response, making his way down the stairs. She stands quickly and grabs her bag, looking at the others as she gives them a quick wave, “See you all on Monday.” 

“Have a good weekend you two,” Penelope calls after them, immediately distracted again by Spencer and his insistence that it was her turn in their game. 

As always, Aaron keeps a respectable distance from Emily until they are alone in the elevator, his hand pressing into her lower back as they wait for the short journey to the ground floor. 

“Just the usual weekend things?” Aaron says, an eyebrow raised at her in amusement when she looks up at him, “You are worryingly good at lying sometimes.”

She smiles brightly at him, and she leans in to kiss his cheek quickly, aware they were almost arriving at their destination, the elevator slowing as it reached the parking garage. 

“It’s like you forget I used to be a spy.” She replies, and she winks at him as the doors to the elevator opens. She walks out towards their car, his gaze burning into her back as she goes.

___ 

One Month Earlier 

It was Jack who’d told her. 

A whispered, half-asleep, confession as he drifted off after the second story he’d convinced her to read to him. 

“Daddy wants to marry you, he said you won’t be an evil stepmother like Cinderella’s.” 

Emily can’t say she was surprised. They’d been together for a couple of years, they lived together in a house they had bought, the first place she had ever been able to truly call home. She wanted to marry Aaron, to be his wife, and she wanted to call him her husband. Her answer would only be yes. 

But weeks had passed with nothing said or done, and she found herself going mad with it. Like the thought had been dangled in front of her and torn away, even though Aaron had no idea Jack had said anything to her about it, even though Jack didn’t remember. 

She takes a deep breath as she pauses outside of his home office, a glass of scotch in each hand, and she walks in, smiling at him the second he looks up.

“Hi, sweetheart.” 

“Thought you could do with a drink,” she says holding the glasses up as she walks over, putting one in front of him, “You’ve been in here a while.”

“Sorry, Em, these budget reports are taking forever.” 

She smiles down at him, her hand briefly running through his hair, her nails blunt against his scalp.

“Do you have 5 minutes?” She asks, not wanting to lose her brief window of bravery, the voice in the back of her head telling her to just talk to him about it louder than ever. Aaron smiles at her and pushes back from the desk, making room for her to climb into his lap. 

“For you, always.” He replies. It was something she knew he learnt from his divorce, the ripple effects of the breakdown of his relationship with Haley still clear even now.

He always had time for her, for their relationship. 

She beams at him as she sits down, curling up into his lap as she takes a sip of her drink. He wraps an arm around her to secure her to him. She turns her head so she can look at him, and she takes another sip of her drink, the burn in her throat going some way to take away from the unexpected anxiety. 

“I know you’re planning to propose,” she says, her smile widens when his grip tightens on her, his head turning so fast to look at her that she’s sure he must have hurt his neck, “Jack told me,” she explains, answering the question he hadn’t asked. 

He sighs, shaking his head slightly as he leans his forehead against her temple. “I didn’t even get the chance to buy the ring yet.” 

“I don’t need that Aaron,” Emily replies, cupping his cheek to encourage him to look at her properly, “I just want to be married to you,” she smiles as she gently strokes at his jaw, his stubble poking at her skin, “I don’t want the fuss of an engagement, or a big wedding my mother will talk us into, I just want to be your wife.” 

“Em.”

She can see it on his face, the doubt. The worry he’d be taking something from her, the big wedding and celebration he’d had with his first wife. She kisses him, a quick thing stamped against his lips, and she pulls back just far enough to speak.

“I mean it,” she whispers, her nose pressing into his cheek, “we should…just go get married.” 

He looks like he’s going to argue, a protest on the tip of his tongue, but he stops himself, smiling at her.

“Ok,” he agrees, closing the small gap between them to kiss her, “What are you thinking?” 

She bites her lower lip, a useless attempt to stop her smile from getting any wider. “You, me, and Jack, at the courthouse. Jessica should be there too, she can be a witness and then take Jack home. And then we should go to a hotel…celebrate.” 

He laughs as she winks at him at the end of her sentence, “You’ve really thought about this.” 

“Ever since Jack first mentioned it a few weeks ago.” She replies, and he groans, resting his head against her temple again. She chuckles and runs a hand through his hair, “What?” 

“He didn’t even last a day before telling you.” 

___

Emily steps back from the mirror, taking in her appearance one last time as she straightens out the bottom of her jacket, making sure it was laying flat. 

She’d settled on a suit for the wedding, not wanting the fuss of a dress, especially since they were simply going to the courthouse together. It was white and fitted, a purchase she had been proud of when she bought it only a week after her discussion with Aaron in their home office. She had paired it with a simple white camisole, and her white Louboutin’s, the splash of red on the sole matching her lipstick. 

She’d spent the last month teasing Aaron with clues about her outfit, wanting the surprise of it to be the only aspect of a traditional wedding that they had. She can’t help but smile as she looks herself up and down. This wouldn’t have been how she’d pictured her wedding day when she was young, sure that she’d end up marrying someone her mother approved of, a big ceremony she didn’t want marking the start of the next phase of her life. 

This would be different. Something intimate, simple. 

There is a knock at the bathroom door, “Em, are you almost ready?” It makes her smile, and she looks at herself once more in the mirror. 

This would be perfect for them.

She turns and opens the bathroom door, her smile widening as her eyes meet Aaron’s. He looks her up and down, taking a step back so he could take her in properly, an adoring look on her face. 

“Sweetheart…” he says, drifting off as if he was lost for words. When they first got together, she sometimes found herself feeling almost uncomfortable with the way he revered her, his love for her so clear it took her breath away. Now she was used to it but never got bored of it. Desperate for more of his love, addicted in a way she had never anticipated she could be. “You look beautiful.” 

She beams at him, her smile so wide she’s sure her face would split open from it, and she feels her cheeks blush slightly, her skin burning with it. She looks him up and down, taking her time to do so. He was wearing one of his suits he usually wore to work, with a new tie she’d bought him as a gift. Aaron had checked more than once that she didn’t want him to dress up anymore, saying he’d be happy to buy something new, but she’d refused. 

She had fallen in love with him when he wore one of these suits, it only made sense that she’d marry him in one too. 

She takes a step towards him and kisses him softly, careful not to print her lipstick on him. “You look pretty good yourself.” He reaches for her, his hand about to land on her hip, and she steps back, shaking her head at him, “I’d like to at least get to the courthouse before we get a mark on his suit.” 

Aaron holds his hand up in understanding and quickly kisses her again, “You’d best keep Jack away from you then, I made him change but I swear he manages to get dirt on himself no matter what.” 

Emily steps past him and into the bedroom, chuckling as she does, “Do you have the rings?” 

He pulls a box out of his pants pocket, opening it to reveal twin platinum rings inside of it. The one intended for her had a line of diamonds set back into the band, a compromise between her and Aaron that satisfied his need to buy her something more classic, and her insistence she didn’t need an engagement ring, that she wanted a wedding ring that wouldn’t snag on gloves at a crime scene. They’d discussed it animatedly in the jewellery store, to the amusement of the girl who worked there, finally settling on what they had chosen. 

“Got them,” he confirms, snapping the box closed and putting it back in his pocket, he offers her his hand and smiles at her, “Ready to go get married?” 

She returns his smile and closes the gap between them, linking her fingers through his. 

“I’ve never been so ready for anything.” 

___

“This is taking ages,” Jack says, resting his head on Emily’s shoulder, snuggling into her side as best as he can in the plastic chairs they were sitting in. She was sitting in between Jack and Aaron, one arm around the little boy, and her hand tangled up with Aaron’s. A purposeful move to ensure she didn’t pick at her cuticles, a nervous excitement thrumming under her skin. 

Emily laughs and turns her head, kissing the top of his head, “I know, baby,” she says, leaning back to look at him, “They did say it would be a little while though, Saturday’s are their busiest days.” 

“We’re going to the diner afterwards, right?” He asks, and it makes her smile widen. 

She knew it wasn’t disinterest from the boy that was leading to his questions, just the attention span of a child who was reaching his limit. He was just as excited about the wedding as Emily and Aaron were, even more excited that it was a secret, something just between them. 

“Yes, we’re going to the diner afterwards,” she confirms, wondering to herself what her mother would make of her having her wedding lunch in a diner where they made smiley face pancakes. “Even if they won’t recognise you in your nice suit instead of your soccer uniform.” she jokes, winking at him as he giggles.

“Applicants Hotchner and Prentiss?” The Judge says as he walks out of his chambers, a kind smile on his face. Emily feels Aaron squeeze her hand and she returns the affection before they stand together. 

“That’s us,” Aaron says

“I’m Judge Crane, if you’d like to follow me,” he says, leading them into his office, smiling at Jack as he follows Emily and Aaron, Jessica’s hand on the young boy’s back to guide him,

“Well hello, young man,” Judge Crane smiles down at him, “Am I helping your parents get married today?” 

“Oh, I’m not-” Emily starts, about to explain the very thing she had countless times to strangers since she and Aaron got together, but Jack cuts her off, a wide smile on his face. 

“My Dad and my Emily,” he says, making all the adults in the room smile and Emily feels tears pressing at the back of her eyes. 

“That’s lovely,” Judge Crane replies, looking up at Jessica, “If you two could stand at the back?” 

“Of course,” Jessica says, her hand on her nephew’s shoulder as she guides him towards the back of the room. 

“Now, let's get this show started,” Judge Crane says, standing behind his desk as Emily and Aaron stand on the other side. Aaron passes over the paperwork, and the judge looks over it, reading quickly, a sure sign he did this countless times a day. “I need to see some ID,” He adds without looking up, and Aaron and Emily both get their driving licenses out, already prepared for the question. Judge Crane takes them and briefly looks over them, before handing them back. “Ok this all seems to be in order, so let's get going.”

Aaron takes their driving licenses and pockets them both, before he reaches out for Emily’s hand, facing her as she turns to him. 

“We are here today to participate in a marital union, acting in conformity with the laws and regulations of the Commonwealth of Virginia,” Judge Crane says, reeling it off like it was just a normal day, which, Emily supposed, for him it was. “Since it is your intention to enter marriage, please join hands and respond accordingly, Do you,” he checks the paperwork again, making Aaron exchange a smile with his soon-to-be wife, “Aaron Hotchner, take Emily Prentiss to be your lawfully wedded wife to have and to hold from this day forward? Do you promise to be faithful to her, to love, honour, cherish, and respect as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” Aaron says, all of his focus on her, on the future they were about to embark on. She feels her heart swell in her chest, as if it had to grow to make more room just to fit all the love she had for him inside. 

Judge Crane turns to Emily, “Your turn,” he smiles kindly, “Do you, Emily Prentiss, take Aaron Hotchner to be your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold from this day forward? Do you promise to be faithful to him, to love, honour, cherish, and respect as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” she replies, her voice shaking as she does. She chokes out a sound that is a half laugh, and a half sob, shaking her head at herself for how her happiness was spilling out of her like this, her tears warm against her cheek. 

Aaron reaches out and wipes them away, successfully ignoring the tears on his own lashline. 

“Do you have rings?” Judge Crane asks, and Aaron nods at him, disentangling one of his hands from Emily’s to reach into his pocket, pulling out the box he had checked he had with him almost a dozen times since they left their house. 

He takes both of the rings out, the weight of them familiar in his hand, a ghost of a memory of a past life, a time when he had done with someone else. 

This time, he knew it would last forever. 

“Aaron, as you place the ring on Emily’s finger, please repeat after me: This ring I give in token and pledge, as a sign of my love and devotion. With this ring, I thee wed.” 

He smiles at her as he does it, his hand gentle as he holds hers, slipping the metal down her finger, the line of diamonds catching in the light. 

“This ring I give in token and pledge, as a sign of my love and devotion. With this ring, I thee wed,” he repeats, and this time his voice breaks. Emily smiles at him, reaching out and wiping tears from his cheek, returning the favour from just a minute before. 

“Your turn, Emily.” Judge Crane says, and Aaron hands over the ring and she takes it from him. 

She’s grateful that if he notices it, which she has no doubt that he does, Aaron doesn’t draw attention to how her hands shake as she slides the ring onto his finger, her voice surprisingly even as she repeats the same words back at him. Emily looks over to where Jack and Jessica are standing, sharing a smile with the latter as she sees her wipe a tear from her own cheek. 

Judge Crane stamps the paperwork in front of him with such ferocity it makes Emily jump, the loud noise briefly bringing her back to earth as she shares an amused smile with Aaron, turning to look at the man in front of them. 

“I need you to sign these,” he says, handing each of them a pen. They briefly separate from each other, both leaning down to sign the pieces of paper in front of them. Judge Crane picks them back up and smiles at them. “According to the laws of the Commonwealth of Virginia, I now declare you husband and wife.” 

Aaron leans in and kisses her, the action lost in her wide smile, their first kiss as husband and wife a clash of teeth and happiness in equal measure. She vaguely hears a small cheer from where Jack and Jessica are standing, quiet applause as the two of them clap, but it’s faint, as if behind a glass wall. All of her focus on her husband. 

She pulls back from him, her hand on his cheek and she smiles, leaning in to stamp another quick kiss against his lips. 

“I love you,” she says, her hand still on his cheek. 

“I love you too,” he repeats, kissing her again. 

“Congratulations,” Judge Crane says, the tone of his voice, and the smile on his face, telling them he wanted them out of his office. 

“Thank you,” Aaron says, squeezing Emily’s hand as he leads her out of the office, hearing the judge call out for the next couple as soon as they are out of the door. 

“What now?” Jack asks as soon as they are in the hallway, looking up at them. 

Aaron wraps his arm around Emily, his hand at her hip, and he squeezes. “We’ll go for lunch,” he says, leaning down to kiss her, unable to stop himself, “and then we’ll go from there.”

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Three Wishes Institute - A TWST fanschool

Reposting this as I’ve changed my URL which broke all the links in my previous lore post, and since I’ve gotten a lot of new followers lately and wanted them to be able to read it properly.

First off, as a concept, Three Wishes is a fanschool for twisted wonderland that involves characters that are considered ‘side’ or ‘background’ or even ‘comic relief’ characters from disney franchises. Right now I only have 6 dorms, and characters range from being on both ‘good’ and ‘bad’ sides of a story.

Here’s the lore rundown for the main school itself and a brief summary on the dorms and characters I will be designing for them. Under readmore cause this is HELLA long and I don’t want to make people scroll for forever:

The overall story of Three Wishes:

The Headmistress and Master, Amelia Bell and Reed Dearly (based on Anita and Roger from 101 dalmatians), only recently got the school property. Before them, the school was known to be really rundown, a failure, and pretty much on the verge of closing. While it was a school for magic, it was like all the magic was zapped out of the school itself. It was filled with delinquents and very few students who actually cared. Most dropped out if anything.

Amelia was a teacher at the school for a little over a year and the only teacher that students really respected and bothered showing up to class for. She hated seeing the school in the state it was in and tried pleading with the headmistress of the school to try and change things - however was constantly told it was too late and that the school would be closing. It did, and Amelia had to look for jobs elsewhere. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that she could have done more and found herself drawn back to the crumbling school on more than one occasion. She decided to sneak in one day to see if she could find a hint of anything from the old headmistress - who had disappeared without a trace - to see if she could get in contact with her. This wasn’t her idea of course, but her (boyfriend at the time) Reed’s.

Eventually they did track down the headmistress and found her terribly ill. Amelia insisted that the two of them care for her, despite all that the headmistress had done to shun Amelia beforehand. They did, and during that time Amelia explained the hopes she had previously had for the school - she said how she wanted a school that anyone could feel welcome to apply, and not have some special ceremony for acceptance (like the carriages for NRC). She believed people could be equals and that as a magical community they should all help one another. The old headmistress was moved by Amelia’s words and when she back to health she revealed herself to be a powerful sorceress (the enchantress from Beauty and the Beast. No design as of now). She explained she had been looking for a worthy successor for the school and her magic but didn’t find Amelia fitting at the time, but saw the kindness in Amelia’s heart and offered her the deed to the school and the surrounding grounds. She wanted to see what Amelia would do with the school and was interested if she could really bring a community together like she explained. Then, she disappeared.

Amelia and Reed worked to renovate the school, taking nearly 2 years on the project. Amelia comes from a wealthy family, but even then funds were not endless, so a lot of fundraising was done to also raise awareness for the reopening school. At first there wasn’t much interest but it slowly got more and more traction. With donations and family money, they were able to complete the school. The two of them also got engaged during this time. Even with them rebuilding the mainschool and doing some maintenance on the dorms themselves, there are some secrets that even the two of them are still learning, as the sorceress took off before giving them the full details on the school itself.

The school’s aim is to not only teach its students magic, but the foundation of being a good person, being helpful and selfless. The school holds a lot of community and fundraising events, and there is even a mandatory volunteering class where students have to spend a certain amount of hours volunteering for a local community service. This school hopes to bridge the gap between the elite and average magic users, showing that deep down everyone is human and deserving of respect and a chance to grow.

This school doesn't have completely different areas for the dorms and it's all actually located on a large campus ground.The main school building is about 4 stories, there's a greenhouse and an auditorium in separate buildings.

The dorms are all two or three stories and are all relatively distant from each other, enough to give each dorm a good spot of land around it. Think a mansion with a large yard. When passing through the front gate for the dorm there's magic that makes it appear in a slightly different scenery - so the students don't always have the school looming in the background and can relax. The dorm's scenery is different between each dorm and it can change with each 'dorm representative'.

There aren't really dorm 'leaders' as there are representatives. Normally about two or three for each dorm - though can only be one if the person proves themselves to be capable / no one else is voted. Each dorm will have a meeting once a month to go over things that the dorm needs to address either internally or with the school or other dorms, and then the representatives bring those concerns to a meeting with the school's staff and other dorm representatives. Think more like a student council and class presidents. The representatives make almost all decisions together. Reps are voted for each year within a dorm, and the voting is taken pretty seriously.

The dorm rep duties outside of the meetings is mostly just like a college RA. They make sure people are following the rules, help solve problems between students in their dorm, plan and hold events, etc.

The dorms:

While students are separated into dorms in this school, the headmaster and mistress try to stress the fact that they are all one community. Friendly rivalry is encouraged but ultimately the matter of dorms is just where the students end up living and placing them near people who can better help those around them. The two in charge don’t want the dorms to become too competitive or to alienated from one another - so there’s actually a lot of cross dorm events and even friends staying over at other friends dorms for days on end at times.

As a note, as long as it’s not inappropriate, students are encouraged to wear anything they want as their ‘dorm uniform’. Standard school uniforms are required on the main campus but as Headmaster Reed puts it - there’s no reason for them to tell the students what to wear in their own house. Plus, the school isn’t as well funded as most other private schools, so not having a lot of uniforms to keep up with is better for them in the long run. They don’t even have a formal ceremonial robe like NRC does, but I will be posting about the uniforms in a different post.

Now onto the dorms themselves.

Cinderella dorm: Nightingale Founded on the hard work and dedication of a princess’s companions, members of this dorm are no strangers to teamwork and getting the job done. It’s said that there’s no miracle students in this dorm can’t pull off in a short amount of time. Members of this dorm are close and they will drop anything they’re doing to help another. 

Read the profiles for the students apart of this dorm here!

Snow White: Diamanttobar Founded on the tradition and devotion of miners, members of this dorm specialize in working long hours and putting 100% into everything they do.They might be hard to win over, but once you have their companionship little will shake their loyalty. Students here notice the smaller details and are said to be able to craft nearly anything.  

Read the profiles for the students apart of this dorm here!

Aladdin: Wondrous Founded on the cleverness and protective instincts of a royal couple’s most trusted confidants, members of this dorm sometimes have questionable methods but overall have hearts of gold. Students in this dorm are proactive in calling out unfair rules and try to work for changes and reforms to improve the lives of those around them.

Read the profiles for the students apart of this dorm here!

Mulan: Guardian Founded on the honor and strength of dragons, students of this dorm are known to follow a code of honor and are very protective of one another. They are great with helping other student’s physical and mental well beings, acting as trainers and confidants.

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AiW: Lapinhole Founded on the curiosity and madness of a queen’s subjects, members of this dorm are known to be eccentric and creative. A lot of students in this dorm are mysterious and have a strange method of helping others, but even through the confusion a lot of students rely on students from this dorm for a little more fun in their lives.

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Beauty and the Beast: Servireu Founded on the faith and loyalty of a Beast Prince’s servants, members of this dorm are known to be generous, not judgemental, and helpful to those around them. A lot of these students are at the top of their classes and are known for being excellent tutors for others. Though a little eccentric, they obviously mean well and have good intentions.

Read the profiles for the students apart of this dorm here!

Annnnddd that’s it! I plan to possibly redo my dorm lore dump post aswell as make a separate post for the uniforms once I have them designed. also the staff will be getting their own posts aswell when I finish their designs too.

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TROS - What did I even watch? Or how I lived to see the day Disney murdered a prince, left Cinderella alone in the desert, and hoped for the world to rejoice because it was “fun”?

Dear friends, I’ve been here for the spoilers and I’ve even talked with some of you. I went to watch the movie today, with 0 hope of anything except of seeing my baby Ben Solo and Adam’s fenomenal acting (and listening to some good John Williams). 

I knew it would be horrible, but as @nevernerdenoughblog said seeing it makes it even more. Like @clairen45 it felt so wrong. Should I rejoice with a Reylo kiss that Rey gave but seconds later didn’t even cry over Ben’s dead body? I refuse to acknowledge this characterization of Rey. She was the only one that ever believed in Ben Solo, she shipped herself to make him know he was loved and wanted and to help him. Where was this Rey in this movie?

I am sorry guys (especially for the tagging) but I need to write this out or it will eat me and you guys are the few ones that relate to my pain. You know what really hurt me the most in all this? Toxic masculinity disguised as feminism.

1) FAREWELL HEROINE’S JOURNEY

They trashed the Heroine’s Journey. They murdered it and spit in its face. JJ Abrams simply decided that the Heroine’s Journey (done in act 1/ep. VII and act 2/ep. VIII) was not cutting anymore and decided to send Rey on a Hero’s Journey (ep. IX only, new 1st, 2nd and 3rd act altogether), where she has become this almost toxic masculine fighter under Leia’s training  — Badass girl? Yes. Full of anger? Yes. Logical? Yes. Connected to anything? No, not even herself, she kept on the run, afraid. In search of the Jedi detachment? Yes. —, only to send her happilly off to a desert planet in the end of her journey and finishing with her alone talking with an old lady.

Which remind us of the start of TFA, meaning she has comeback to what? Luke didn’t even comeback to that “home” in Tatooine the end of his Hero’s Journey? So she went to a place of death to what? This is a slap on the face of the Heroine’s Journey. This is how toxic masculinity corrupts and interrupts the most uncomfortable (to psychologically unhealthy bystanders) and fundamental (to the woman herself) phase of Heroine’s Journey: You want love, family, a partnership, connection, nurturing or progeny? That is weak, it is foolish. You need to fight, to conquer, to take, take and take. Otherwise you won’t be strong or independent.

REALLY???????????

I AM CRYING! WHY? WHY? WHY? Daisy, are you really seriously satisfied with this ending? Because REY DESERVED BETTER. 

BTW, BEN SOLO DESERVED BETTER! The true feminist of this story DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER! ADAM DRIVER DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER! He always respect the director’s view, does his best to accomplish it and brings his best acting to the table. The only saving grace in the whole movie to me was Ben’s arc because 1) Adam was doing it and 2) He honored his character. Man he deserved so much better!!!!!

I’m not even going to repeat what everyone already said about where is George Lucas’ Fairytale Story, because you guys said it all. But I have a beef with Disney executive decisions:

2) WALT DISNEY - HOW I WISH WALT WAS ALIVE

Walt Disney. Much have been criticized concerning his choices to make HEA in fairytales. But what now? We find balance by wanting our children to grow up to be cynic and seeing the feminine as weak? Unhelpful? Bad? 

“Yo independent women! You need no prince even if you have one. He can compassionately and selfelessly die to save you because he loves you and you can go off, happily, to celebrate with your friends! You don’t mourn his body, oh no. You don’t tell him you love him. You forget him. You go be that cool lonely warrior.”

Excuse me but I can kick ass and have the romantic love life and children I want! I can have both! Because I am a human being and I deserve it. This is not a matter of being a men or women. This is a matter of balancing the feminine and masculine within.

But that is not just it. BEN SOLO DESERVED BETTER! WALT WOULD NEVER, EVER LET A CHARACTER THAT WENT THROUGH ABUSE AND SO MUCH PAIN DIE THE WAY BEN SOLO DID! Is that a Disney movie??????? I mean, what did I just watch????

Walt Disney, the man who promised P.L. Travers, upon knowing who Mr. Banks was to her (her deceased alcoholic father) and what Mary Poppins, her work, meant to her, said:

“George Banks and all he stands for will be saved. Maybe not in life, but in imagination. Because that is what we storytellers do. We restore order with imagination. We instill hope again and again and again.”

THAT IS WHAT STORYTELLERS DO! Like so many fanfic writers in this fandom @nite0wl29, @stargazer1116, @intp-slytherin97, @eleanor-writes-stuff, @postedbygaslight, @raven-maiden, and so many others!! Btw, thank you all!! My vacation starts tomorrow and I’m going to read again all your amazing fics to regain exactly that: HOPE!

What was TROS? Leia and Luke believing in the good in Rey? The whole Jedi Order believing in her? I have nothing against that but why didn’t they believe or help Ben too? Ben didn’t receive any of that love, WHY? What was wrong with him? What did he do?! He was the most selfless of souls, just like his Father and Grandmother. Is this vicntim blaming??? WHY DISNEY, LUCAS FILM and JJ ABRAMS, WHY?!

I used to think people were wrong when they said Disney was only doing SW for money. Because Walt Disney also said and lived by this rule:

“The important thing is the family. If you can keep the family together — and that’s the backbone of our whole business, catering to families — that is what we hope to do.”

SW is about family and I refuse to accept ep. IX as SW. It has all the make up of SW, but it lacks the heart and very essence of it.

As dear @eleanor-writes-stuff said, so much for criticizing Rian Johnson, only to consagrate his work. That man honored the storytelling art and I’ll be forever grateful to him for his touch in SW and for how his writing touched and changed my life. And I know Waltz would have approved too because he also said:

“I prefer to entertain people in the hope that they learn, rather than teach people in the hope they are entertained.”

3) PLOT? WHAT PLOT?

Leia’s feelings for Ben have remained ambiguous, you can both read her as someone who wants her baby boy dead (because her death allows Rey to stab Ben to death if she wants to, when Ben was never going to harm Rey) or not. Actions speak louder than words, and this was the movie when Leia would have the chance to assume the responsability for her mistakes and take action, instead of only claiming she believed her son was alive.

If she clearly wanted to reach Ben, was Maz’s words needed? No, they weren’t. It was exactly because Maz needed to voice it that proved Leia’s actions could be read as ambiguous. Again, actions speak louder than words. Her body only disappeared after Ben’s did too because what? She was expecting him to die so she could collect his soul?

I dearly love Leia’s character but LEIA DESERVED BETTER! CARRIE DESERVED BETTER! In the end I’m not sure what to make of the ST Leia. She could have helped Ben but clearly sent him away to Luke because? What?

Ben Solo get his redemption from his own 2 hands + his father’s memory (not force ghost) + Rey’s confession. In the end he becomes the bride of the monster, only to die right after, in a what? Plot twist?

Finn, who? That was so messed up! Rose? Poor Rose!!! Hux? Oh Hux deserved better too. I was glad to see that Poe matured though and grew in his arc.

I’m also mad and confused about other plot points:

Ben throws his bleeded kyber krystal away because of his father. Okay. Why did no one help him when he cried on the Force to crack his kyber and soul, but Luke Force Ghost appears to catch Rey throwing a lightsaber in an on fire tie fighter?

Rey would turn to the Dark side if she killed Palpatine, right? 5 minutes later she won’t turn to the Dark Side anymore even if she still kills him in anger? Just because the self righteous jedi chose to let Ben get thrown down the abysm by himself but Rey was the Chosen One?

Still on this topic, so she choses to give up her soul so Palpatine uses her body as the vessel of his soul and the legion of siths, in order to save her friends, but she won’t take Ben Solo’s hand, even if she claims she wants to + retaining her body, to do the same?

I think force bonds don’t make much of a difference anymore when one of the parts dies. Ben can die and Rey seems pretty okay?

INTERESTING FACT: Beside me there was a father with his 6 or 7 year old son. The child kept asking what was going on everytime the movie introduced any plot twists or too much information too quickly. When the Reylo kiss came on screen, you know what the kid said? “I told ya!” I wanted to cry when seconds later the boy was claiming now was Rey’s turn to bring Ben back. Children understand the Heroine’s Journey and it doesn’t scare them. It is beautiful like that. The father then had to try and explain to the boy that other things were going on and that no, “that guy was gone”. What have you done people?

4) EPISODE X

I must have a clown face. They lied to us about this movie being “The Rise of Skywalker”. Maybe they lied to us about this being the end of the saga? Considering JJ claims this is fun, happy and hopeful, yeah, I doubt they are making an episode X or ressurecting Ben Solo after throwing in the garbage the Heroine’s Journey. I vaguely remember Adam also said he wasn’t going to appear in another SW.

IF they do announce an ep. X, I’m not watching it unless Ryan or someone like him directs the movie.

I loved to see Han Solo’s memory helping his son. That man trully loved him and it is tragic that he screwed up as a father only because he thought he wasn’t enough to be a good one and that Leia and Luke would know better.

I also loved to see Ben Solo as his father son and grandchild to his grandmother and great grandmother. He was beautiful and I love him and he’ll be forever with me.

I liked the Reylo kiss... but Rey’s actions in this movie have affected me so that it doesn’t feel like they scrapped the surface of making justice to this that could have been the happiest and most balanced of all SW couples.

IT COULD HAVE BEEN EPIC. IT COULD HAVE BEEN GRAND. But it wasn’t.

I’ll forget TROS. YBTOTT is now canon to me, because it is a perfect 3rd act in this trilogy, and @postedbygaslight honors the Heroine’s Journey like few writers have the gut and courage to do. Thank you so much Wayne!

And if anyone had the patience to read this to the end, thank you. I feel it too guys, this was awful and horrible.

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Mount Everest Ain't Got Shit On Us, Part 20. (Fezco x fem!reader) - The Aftermath, Part 3. (Ending)

Description: You were always told that your life will be as you wish it to be if you’ll study enough. That it will pay off if you work hard. And some people were given you like a scary example of what will happen when you don’t obey. But sometimes it feels good to disobey.

A/N: Inspired by Cinderella by the man of the greatest, Mac Miller for two reasons (and Talk by Khalid slightly in the end).

He truly is a great rapper in my opinion (and not because his life ended up so soon, sadly). I like the beats of his songs, the energy, they have thoughts in them (like Cinderella or Self Care).

Cinderella is a break-up song, but also, Mac says that he’s waiting for that girl no matter what.

Also, it should end up way different, but I was too sad, so I made it a bit sweeter. Still sad tho.

Warnings: Angst, ending of the series. You're gonna hate me, folks. Also a lot of Khalid mentions. And ma being right once again.

Word count: 4.1 K

Read the rest here, babe: PART 1  PART 2  PART 3  PART 4  PART 5  PART 6  PART 7  PART 8  PART 9  PART 10  PART 11  PART 12  PART 13  PART 14  PART 15  PART 16  PART 17  PART 18  PART 19

Masterlist and declaration: H E R E

Tagging: @charmed-asylum, @jeyramarie, @pantherxrogers, @analia-analia-analia​

There's no such freedom as letting the bike ride down from the hill on its own, nothing is better than riding down with your ass up just as your hair flies around you and you close your eyes, smiling to the sun as songs rush through your earbuds.

For the first time in forever, you could feel happy and calm, a smile appearing on your lips basically on its own. The last few months were a fucking ride, you couldn't put it in other words. Your heart broke many times as you broke down in tears, sliding down leaning into the wall. There was a lot of screaming at your home, a lot of curse words falling down; from you and Fran, not from your parents.

She needs to go on rehab, your ma said when she saw you for the first time in hospital. There was no such terrible news for Christian parents than knowing that their child is a drug addict. Or a lesbian. They could somehow handle Fran like that problem kid, at least for the first time she got into a rehab, but when you ended up on a hospital bed for the first time as well, they were so disappointed.

Also at that moment, Fran was on the same hospital floor with recovering from cuttings under her neck, her ankles, and her palms. She was out. Sleeping. Fighting for her life. In the end, you couldn't blame your parents for their reactions. One of their kids ended up in the hospital, drugged and almost dead, and when the kid had finally woken up, the other one tried to kill themselves. It was just too much to take in.

Of course, you were forbidden to see Fezco when they learned what actually happened, or what occurred according to the witnesses. If they knew that the man with a red beard just appeared in the same room as you did, they would kill you both. Regardless of what happened, they made Fezco the bad guy, even if the police found him completely innocent. For further restricting the contact between you two, they even took your phone away.

Your man almost couldn't handle that shit - and he didn't even hear the worst part at that time. He sat by your side almost every evening since you were in a coma, holding your hand, sometimes even sleeping by your side - and when his little angel had finally woken up, he was restricted to see her.

Thank God, the teen-agers who were saving his ass have done a really good job - part of that was that Nate had got a good record with manipulating crimes and he was from a well-respected family. And the other part was done thanks to Jules, who took all his drug-dealing junk into her room until the situation got quiet. They were working to save him a good time and they knew that they would be able to manipulate a murder - which didn't mean that they would like to kill for business from that moment on (even if Rue persuaded that idea many times).

But in the end, Fezco wasn't arrested or rotting in jail, which made you happy. But even if he was legally cleansed, that didn't make a difference for your parents at all. He was a criminal - and he could damage your life and well-being.

Of course that as soon as they released you our of the hospital, and they also told that there's no need for rehab since you're not a junkie, you ran off in the night. It was a cold January night, it was snowing and the roads and pavements were covered in a thin layer of ice.

As soon as your lips touched his, your body started to undress before you even realized any of it. There was no need for words. You only needed him and his dick. You slowly realized that you're naked when his warm skin pressed on yours and started to heat it. The truth was that you only barely realized what you were doing as you felt all those things after a few months. You wished for his taste never leaving your lips, for his skin to warm you until the day was over and to smell him when you close your eyes.

Fezco wanted to make you feel love and to make you feel like a princess, yet it didn't end up like that at all. It was passionate, it was almost violent at whiles. You started on the bed and when he was finally naked, you somehow ended up on all fours, ass up for him, yelling to the floor as you felt the skin on your knees burning. 

He always told you that you look like a beautiful, tender angel. That night was somehow different - you wanted and needed to be broken by him. Fez basically destroyed you that night - just as you mesmerized him by slow, tender lovemaking - you rode him like he loved to and to feel you after such a long time was like a dream coming true. Unreal.

When it was all done, you laid down in his bed, holding him just as if he belonged to you - your hand around his hips, your leg entwined between his thighs with your forehead on his chest. You felt safe. But you know that it wasn't for too long.

"I heard rumors." - Fez started slowly, drawing circles on your naked shoulder, kissing the top of your head.

"Oh yeah?" - You wondered with a low chuckle, kissing the small sweet spot between his flat breasts. - "What did you hear? Do you want to share with the class?" - You mumbled as you continued up to below the line of his beard, your hand slowly traveling down, thinking of round three.

"About you movin' out of da town." - Fezco whispered, watching you with his blue eyes. He was... Hurt. And about to cry. Which mad you inclined to crying as well. It was like an instant connection.

"I am afraid... That those aren't only rumors, Fez." - You sighed. The man under your body just shifted for a second before he closed his eyes as he smoothed his face with his fingers. - "I need to. My parents want me to. And they wouldn't leave me alone."

"When ya leavin'?" - Fezco gently pushed you on his body, leaning his head down to kiss you.

"On Monday." - You mumbled to his lips and felt, how he tensed. And practically pushed his lips off yours. - "I have already packed everything."

"And when you planned on tellin' me? Huh? A short call at a gas station?" - He got up from the bed, taking some underwear on, leaving you naked between the blankets. Everything inside you strangely hurt, it felt like if you let your man down, because he wasn't even able to look in your direction. 

At that moment, he didn't think about loving you like anybody else on the whole planet, he just thought about you being gone from his day-to-day life in just two days from that night. That just wasn't fair - how could someone love somebody else so much only to let them go?

“Fezco, you know that it's not like that.” - You sat, covering your own body with a blanket. You felt as tears slowly crept into your eyes. - “You know how complicated my life is right now. You do.”

“Whatever, man.” - He leaned his palms into one of the cabinets in his room, looking into the mirror as you dressed up. You felt the need to leave immediately. Before knocking on his door, you were willing to give him both the nights that were remaining to you in the town. Now, you just wanted to get away from that place. 

And so you did. And didn't come back after that, not hearing a single word from Fez again. You took it as a break-up. He hadn't tried to contact you after that one last passionate night. It felt cold. So you acted cold as well, you didn't stealthy left your room or went to his and Ash’s gas station. And it hurt like hell; it hurt so much that you only laid in your bed and cried until you fell asleep, not leaving your room for food or toilette.

And this time, you hadn't got Fran by your side to tell you that you will do just fine - with Fez or without him. 

Rue and Jules came to visit you just before it was your time to leave, both of them were crying like hell. Rue held you for a ridiculous amount of time, so tightly that you giggled. Then you sat at your room, a rap song playing from Jules’ phone. 

“We’ll miss ya, idiot.” - Rue said and nuzzled her head into your upper thigh so you could massage her scalp.

“If you can behave and you will stay clean, you can come to visit me to Minnesota on spring break.” - You smoothed her cheek with a small smile. - “Granny has a place for all of us there. It will be fun because Minnesota is beautiful.” 

“Yeah, I heard somewhere that its wilderness is great. We can go hiking.” - Jules exclaimed happily, holding your other hand.

“Only if missy here on my lap will stay clean. Can you promise that?” - You asked the beauty on your lap and she nodded lazily with her eyes closed and a sad face, she was smelling you, so she remembered your favorite perfume or antiperspirant. 

“Anything new about Fez?” - You mumbled with a sigh. 

“He’s still refusing to speak with us. He tries to get me clean again and I think that we are remindin’ his ass of ya. You know that it still means that he loves ya?” - Rue played with your fingers childishly. Of course, he was in love with you - because you still couldn't get him out of your head or heart as well. 

The question was if you will be ever able to forgive him. Everything was screaming his name to you - like the small things on your bedside table, an empty frame where your photo used to be, weird hoodies that reminded you of his style, that tone of his voice whispering you dirty little jokes whispered to your ear, him making you laugh whenever he felt you're stressed that you could hear in any song you’ve listened to, his smile and blue eyes in the color of the sky. No. No, you knew you could hardly move on from that intense relationship. And even if you eventually do, there will be a part of you still in love with that man. 

No other boy will ever take your panties off, damped as hell, the way Fezco did. Nobody brews coffee the way he did and nobody else will watch you perform concerts only in your lacy bra and bathrobe.

“He will be fine. He always is. Let him take his time.” - You nodded, crying again, but smiling at Rue sadly. 

“And about ya?” - Rue asked seriously and you just looked away. After that, Jules changed the topic fast, because she knew that you're about to scream in frustration. 

One thing was crossing your mind again and again - why people who are the closest to be actual angels are the most corrupted ones? You took a good look at Rue, the girl with heart of gold - a drug addict, irresponsible woman with OCD, ADD and so many shits to add to the stock. Jules, such an incredible sweet - also a kind of slut for older men. Fezco, literally the best boy you have ever met and basically the love of your life - a dropout highschooler and a dealer who killed a person.

The people around you were the literal angels - and the most fucked up of all people youve ever met and you knew that you will never meet anyone like them in your life. 

So naturally, when it came to saying goodbye, there were so many tears that it couldn't be counted. Rue was telling you dumb jokes and promised to send you letters every once a while, Cal couldn't even speak in his terms because he was sobbing so much and Jules... She was just sadly smiling at you and even if she wasn't crying at all, you could feel that she is sad.

But you only laughed when your ma started the engine and Jules and Rue followed you on their bikes until the Hope you'll come to visit you again and you only could laugh because they were yelling stuff at you the whole way while you were leaning from the window and looking at them. 

When you left the town, you closed the window, seeing those two still watching your car disappear. You sighed and started to play with the few rings you had on both hands. 

“How you're doing?” - Your ma asked silently. You disappointed her really bad, but you were still her daughter and you knew that sooner or later, she will start trusting you again. But you also knew that you needed to take small steps at a time. Same with dad. You fucked up, that was for sure - but there was still a comparison to Fran, so your fucking-up bar wasn't as high, you thought to yourself.

“I'm doing just fine.” - You said quietly, not looking at her. - “Thanks for your concern.” 

“Y/N, stop acting like Fran. This is...-” - Your ma gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter. - “For the sake of my own health and well being, I know, I know. How I said, thanks for your concern.” 

“Look, I know that this whole attitude thing is about Fez. And I get it, totally.” - She started quietly. That was when you turned off the radio and turned your face to her a bit. 

“He isn't a bad person and you know that.” - You mumbled with the breaking of your heart being pressed into every letter of that sentence.

“And if I remember correctly, I and neither your father ever told that. Never. Not even once.” - She sighed and after a long time, she started speaking again. - “He is a wonderful man when we are speaking about his character only. All I needed to know is that he makes my daughter happy and that he is honest and serious with her. And I swear to God that I've never seen anyone looking at someone else like when he watched every move you ever made. I liked having him over for dinner or movie marathons. He was kind to me and nice under any circumstances. Fezco is a good, loyal and loving person.” - She told you. You were sitting there like a hot pile of shit, looking in front of you without any word coming to your tongue. 

“And I know you left your room on Friday and I am not dumb. But you two needed to talk to each other for the last time. I needed you to do it, because it doesn't matter if he is a nice guy or not when he shot a guy with a gun, regardless it was self-defense or not. A mother doesn't want to see her child with a man like that.” - She stopped the car on the right side of the road and she watched as your cheeks have filled with tears. But she didn't stop the engine.

“And I know that if you want, you can just be with him again when you are an adult. But I think that now it just isn't your time to be together - things happened to him, thing happened to you and... I know it hurts, baby. I know. But give it some time. Let both your lives settle down, grow up a bit, grow as a person and someday, maybe, if you want, you can save the man you're so blatantly in love with now.” - Your ma took your hand to her palm and kissed it slowly, letting you cry. 

She was right, just as always. You’ve done wrong - but just as you did, he did too. And she did even know that if you would want to continue the relationship in the future, you could and she couldn't stop. But this was her way of making you stop for a while, so you could get out of Fezcos drug world she didn't even know about. 

“We have broken up... The night I have sneaked out of my window.” - You confessed quietly and she just closed her eyes and exhaled out loud. Your ma was the wisest woman you have ever met. She did antagonize Fezco - but on the other hand, she was able to tell that he has a kind heart and that the relationship you had was an unusually strong one for the first one in your romantical life, at least openly. 

She even liked that boy. He helped with the dishes, laughed at her dumb jokes and brought her some nice pieces of dishes and flowers when he had an opportunity. Naturally, she was a little sad that you called your romance off. Or, more likely, he called it off.

“You will be fine, baby. You will do just great.” - She promised and kissed your forehead. She was mad at you most of the time - but the mother does nurse their children when something happens. Plus, you already showed the will to turn the things around. 

Even if it was without an internet connection and extremely far away from your own home, you loved your granny’s big house in Minnesota. It was a big and old one and you loved spending time there since you were small. It was kind of a bummer to start school all over again without anybody, but you managed. 

Your mom got you a new phone number and made sure to give it to Leslie and to Jules’ dad, so they could call you from time to time when you weren’t doing anything at the moment. The town was pretty small and you knew most of the people - but nobody knew the true reason why you moved there. They were glad for you nonetheless.

You found new friends sooner or later and one day, while you’ve been sitting at a coffee, waiting for your studying partner, you’ve hidden all the photos and stories you had with Fezco on Instagram. It felt strange, yet the memories in photos of you and Rue, Leslie, Gia, Jules, and other girls made you genuinely laugh. 

In this town, you had a good reputation - you were a pretty good student, the nice person helping on local events for children. To say at least, you’ve been good. 

And just as Rue promised, she wrote you letter every two weeks. She bragged herself about being clean so she could visit you with Jules - she also wrote the number big and colorful, so you couldn't miss it at all. 

Over time, small notes were delivered in the letter for you - for example, a polaroid of your and Fezco’s favorite restaurant and when you turned it, there was Do ya remember? written in big letters. 

For the first few times, you thought of Rue doing weird Rue shit - but over the time, the photos got more and more intimate - the place where you sat and made love under the stars, the pool where it all has started, a small spot on the counter in his shop which you marked as yours with a heart drawn with a glitter pen. Later, you started a small collection and you were smiling every time youve opened up the book to save another polaroid there. It was like he was speaking to you with small sentences like I remember everything or This place ain't da same without ya singin’ Talk (*by Kalid, author’s notes) and the sweetest was when you received a photo of his bed with This space empty without ya, just like ma heart.

And that’s what got you to that one April afternoon where you drove the hill on your bike, listening to some good old Khalid, as you did with Rue. Thanks to her, you knew a few of his songs by your heart. Rue loved him.

Just as you entered the house, you kissed your grandma on her cheeks and went to your room to clean up your things. The phone was laying on your bed and still playing songs when it started to vibrate and play the ring bell tone. 

You were surprised - it was neither Rue or Jules, Fran was calling from rehab every Wednesday, ma called on Friday. When you read the number, your brain recognized it as if someone snapped next to your ear. You got anxious and you almost threw up - you never tried calling him, you weren't seeking photos of him or exactly threw up yourself in self-pity and melancholy, only the first week you’ve been in Minnesota was like that. 

Did you want to hear Fezco actually? Wouldn’t it just hurt you more? You knew how cold he was when you told him that you’re leaving... Three months ago. But since then, he was slowly making you fond of those memories you had with him. He was apologizing in his very own way. 

But the true question was if you were ready to hear him again. You were nervous, sweaty, shaking like hell. The first call fell into a black screen and you exhaled slowly. No, you weren’t. You definitely weren’t.

Just as you threw the phone back on your bed so you could continue with the stuff you had to have done, it started to ring again. You closed your eyes, leaning into the wall. So Fezco was serious with the call? It made you only more anxious and angry. He was acting like such a douche the last time you’ve seen him and even if he took you cute polaroids, he didn't even apologize. 

That evening was mostly Fran’s fault, yes, but he technically shot Mouse down. And he did so for a good reason - Mouse was scared that you will disclose their location to the police. You could be the corpse. But exactly was also a reason why you had to leave. And he didn't exactly have the decency to neither explain himself or say sorry.

You were basically sure that you are done with him - backing up all those photos you had so you still had them, but not in your gallery, archiving every post on socials you had with him. You guessed that you weren't simply a thing anymore. 

And you even tried to date a guy in Minnesota. But just the way he held your hand didn't feel right. Fezco always held it like if you were a princess, gently playing with all the ring it had, kissing your knuckles or fingertips while he was bored or listening to what you were saying. And the way Minnesota boy was kissing? N O  W A Y. It wasn't right at all. His clothes weren't as cozy as Fezco’s, he didn't smell as good as your former boyfriend did. He didn't touch you so you would feel like a goddess - that was a no-no situation for you.

And you realized that Fez might have set the standard bar for other boys who tried to win you for themselves too high. He truly was spoiling you with every look and every touch.

But that didn't mean you would just run to him when he calls you like a dog. He was doing some fucked-up things and you acknowledged that especially since you weren't mesmerized by him every day. 

So you told yourself that if he calls you for the third time in a row, you will pick the phone up no matter what. No matter how angry or nervous you would be. The second ringtone ended and you watched the screen with anticipation. The phone was silent for a minute, then for two, three... You sighed and shook your head. 

“Y/N! Dear! Can you come and help me out here with something?” - Your granny screamed at you from the first floor. You slowly went to the door, still glued to the screen of your phone as you held the door in your hand. You almost closed it, but it rang again - and to your surprise, a big smile grew on your lips as you went to pick it up. 

“Gimme five minutes, grandma!” - You yelled back at her and sat down on your bed. 

And you picked up.

FIN

[brastrangled]

2, 12, and 33 (gimme that salt lol)

2. Your most rewatched movie

So I have several that I rewatch way too much.

Beauty and the Beast always and forever I watch too much. I love it so much, I can quote it pretty much word for word.

Cinderella 2015 is definitely up there now thanks to how much I use it to fall asleep. I can also quote it pretty much word for word.

Captain America The Winter Solider is another life changing one. You can check my tag for it to know how thirsty it makes me. Or ask Nael. When we movie date it I am always screaming about my love of Sam and Steve. The poetic cinema of all the fight scenes. How this movie makes me like Natasha but mourn for Sharon. How Fury is That Bitch™.

Parent Trap 1998 was honestly life changing for 5 year old me. I can quote it so easy and I'm very sure that my personality was shaped by Hallie and Annie. Especially Hallie. I can rewatch it so many times without ever getting bored really.

12. Top 5 favorite female performances

Amy Adams as Giselle (Enchanted)

Top forever. My life was literally changed for the better when I watched Enchanted. I embraced my love of princesses unapologetically and my adoration of Disney history skyrocketed more than it already had been. I just love Amy so so so so much thanks to this movie. She's such a breath of fresh air.

Lily James as Ella (Cinderella)

Another life changer for me tbh. I've always loved Cinderella stories but something about Lily as Ella was just so perfectly timed for me. I loved how much respect she had for the character while still making it her own. To this day I'm still so affected by the movie that I have fanfiction ideas in my head as I watch it. Thanks to Lily I fell in love with rping as Cinderella and I truly don't know where I'd be without this movie to keep me sane.

Vivien Leigh as Scarlett O'Hara (Gone With the Wind)

I absolutely fucking love GWTW and everyone who wants to tell out it's racist can eat my hairy ass. I FUCKING KNOW IT IS. Anyway, Viven absolutely fucked me up when I finally watched this movie in full. Oh my god is her unapologetic bitchiness such a fucking inspiration. I wish I was more ambitious like her, but I can definitely be conniving and whiny and pushy and materialistic. Like fuck. I will always love Scarlett.

Also shout out to Hattie McDaniel as Mammy. I will always love and appreciate Hattie for all she did.

Constance Wu as Rachel Chu (Crazy Rich Asians)

So this is a new one since I only just finally watched the movie last weekend. But wooooooooow this movie is an absolute fucking delight. Constance just really inspired me. She was strong and but still able to show vulnerability and love. Her looks of longing and love with Henry Golding as Nick? Iconic. Inventors of love.

Also my heart and love to Gemma Chan as Astrid!!! Please kill me in the sequel angel!!!

I have wracked my brain for hours but I don't want to use anyone from an animated film so I'll just go with 4. I suck I'm sorry cupcake.

33. Last movie that disappointed you

I just let out the deepest fucking sigh.

Avenger Infinity War

Unpopular opinion time. I fucking can't stand this movie. It's so goddamn fucking bloated. It follows Thanos and tries to make me sympathic or empathetic towards him and I fucking hate it. I want this Barney wannabe to be fucking dead y'all. I hate how much screentime Tony is given. It's basically the Tony show and I'm not into it. I like the Guardians but in the movie I wasn't into them. I didn't watch Thor: Ragnarok but I feel like the Stormbreaker shit really undermined the character growth he was supposed to have from the movie. The CGI made me nuts (but Marvel CGI has been downgrading for years now). Poor Banner was so screwed over.

Also fuck Peter Quill. I hate Peter Quill.

I don't appreciate the disrespect towards my man Sam Wilson. Why didn't Steve see him dusted????????????????? just ugh.

AND I'LL NEVER FORGIVE THIS BULLSHIT CAMPAIGN FOR MAKING THIS MONEY SHOT AND IT HAVING ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH THE MOVIE. THAT'S STILL PISSING ME OFF A YEAR LATER.

For things I liked: Steve Rogers was truly Daddy™ in this movie and I will throw my panties at the screen during his entrance every single fucking time.

So yeah besides that I hate this movie. I love the girls (except Nat, who the fuck allowed ScarJo to use her natural hair for Nat being on the run???) but I get so mad that I can't deal.

Sorry this took so long. Easter and the lack of luck with a 5th female performance.

[florets-in-the-sky]

Enchanting (Ignis Scientia)

{Fluff} A chance encounter with one royal advisor at the most magical gala you had ever attended.

Warnings: None

Song: Enchanted

The only good thing about a Gala, or any event  that required one to dress up was, well, dressing up. Which was why, with the current retinue, you couldn’t help but be bored. Your head lolled to the side as you fought sleep. 

Perhaps the only thing that had kept you sane while chatting up dignitaries and politicians on trivial matters was the champagne that was being paraded around on silver serving trays. 

You were dragged into another lackluster conversation about the food choices of tonight’s gala, because how could they have chosen Duscaean Dace over Gold Lucian Carp? You nodded absently, swirling the glass around, a headache beginning to pulse in the inner recesses of your mind. Certainly, you were sure that the only reasons that topics like that were discussed was because they liked to hear the sound of their own posh voices. And frankly, you had had enough.

A plan was being formulated to escape the clutches of this conversation, your eyes scanning the crowd for the exit. A pair of startling green ones caught yours, and the liquid in your glass swirled to a stop. 

No, green wasn’t exactly the right way to describe them. They were an amalgam of shades that belonged to that region, but blended together to form a color that was otherworldly and ethereal, yet sharp at the same time, pinning you in place. Not to mention those eyes belonged to an impressive piece of eye candy.

‘Gods,’ the thought came to mind as a small smirk passed across his face. You had to ensure that your mouth hadn’t dropped in the process, and now the handsome devil was making his way over.

Suave and confident, not a single strand of hair out of place, suit pressed to a crisp perfection. Was he even human? In this lighting, looking like that--approaching like that--surely not.

Outwardly you were composed, raising your head in a soft challenge, but also to ogle. There was a slight shake to the glass you held in your hand, but otherwise, any nerves went unnoticed. Inwardly, however, there was a series of screams resounding in the cavity of your mind.

“Good evening.” He stopped a respectable distance away, and your legs nearly melted out from under you at the smooth timber of his voice. It was like touching freshly lacquered wood, and it assaulted your senses in the most welcome manner.

“Quite,” was all you could spit out, cursing yourself mentally for sounding so curt, but he seemed amused so you let your stomach settle. Which was a mistake.

He cocked his head to the side, seeming to survey you. “I don’t believe we’ve met. Ignis Scientia, at your service.” He offered a small bow.

A breath of your name left your lips, and he repeated it slowly and softly, the sound akin to velvet caressing skin in the most intimate manner. You could’ve sworn he was teasing you on purpose if he weren’t so… chivalrous.

“Would you join me on the dance floor?” He beckoned with a hand, the live instrumental music starting up the notes to a familiar waltz.

Going against better judgment that said maybe you should stop chatting up the handsome stranger you had just met, you accepted, placing a delicate hand within his. The champagne glass found its way back onto a tray.

It was hard to ignore the burning glares of other suitors that picked you apart as he glided you over to the dance floor. It seemed he was a popular choice picking among the court.

And then it occurred to you that maybe it would have been a good idea to confess that dancing the waltz was not a particular strength of yours. The only thing you managed to remember was 1, 2, 3, but what that actually meant was beyond you.

“Might I be so bold to ask if you’ve ever danced the waltz before?” Ignis chuckled after the third time you had managed to step on his toes.

“I know my way around,” you answered. From the quirk of his brow you acquiesced with a sigh. “Okay. No. In fact. never.” You then added, “But I seem to have a pretty good teacher right in front of me.”

He laughed again. “I could try. It may not be easy, what with how many times you’ve scuffed my shoes.”

“All right, Mr. Suave, I may not waltz like a pro, but talk to me again about a skill that actually matters.”

“The waltz is very important,” he chides playfully, and now you’re starting to get the steps down as he leads. 

“And why’s that?” You cling tightly to the warmth of his body. If he noticed, he did not acknowledge it.

“It allows one to become familiar with someone he met only recently but has become enthralled by.”

You step on his foot again. “Oh.” You breathe out, catching his eyes before letting them fall to speculate the hand on his shoulder.

Your feet, luckily, have found the pattern once more: 1, 2, 3… 1, 2, 3… and for a time that’s all that occupies your mind. Then his voice seeps into the cracks softly.

“Have I upset you?”

“No!” Your eyes dart up to meet his placid green ones that are quick to soothe your own soul. How anyone’s eyes could have that affect, you’re unsure. You start to believe in his statement about the waltz as your bodies unconsciously shift closer to one another.

“Good.” He takes care to lead your body through the steps, even managing to coax you into a turn. 

You catch a glance at a group of three overeager gentlemen giving a thumbs up and softly cheering. One looks oddly enough like the Prince. 

Ignis is quick to catch onto what keeps your attention away from him and you laugh at the disparagement he mutters.

“Friends of yours?” Now impossibly closer you nearly rest your head against his shoulder, his lips almost tracing the shell of your ear.

“Yes, but the title may have to be revoked after their display.” The hot breath fanning against your earlobe has you humming in acknowledgement, mind too frazzled to put together a reply.

“Come with me,” he utters softly, the heat of his body disappearing from your hold. 

He takes your hand, leading you from the crowded ballroom. You catch the gaze of his friends once more who are howling with laughter, and sending approving looks your way. That is most definitely the Prince. Which makes Ignis one of his royal retinue about to leave on the trip that will see Prince Noctis married.

Oh…. OH.

It was too late to process as you were pulled from the large ballroom out into the open balcony, the night air clearing the stifling heat and allowing a brief respite from all the glares sent your way.

“My apologies,” he begins with a wry grin, “maybe we could find more privacy out here.” He offers his hand again and you take it with a grin already splitting across your face. The music is faint, but still audible, providing the perfect backdrop on a night as calm as this.

Shielded from prying eyes you find yourself inclined to finally rest your head against his shoulder, pressed so close against such familiar warmth you could close your eyes and rest here for a moment.

“I see I’ve taught you how to waltz,” he whispers. 

You pull back to look at him with a sly smile. “I had an amazing teacher. Had the most peculiar accent, though.”

He lets out a true laugh, and it sounds absolutely divine in this setting, tingling softly against your ears. “Yes, well, give him my regards.”

Bashfully you look down to the ground, the lowering of his voice causing a flock of butterflies to swirl around in your stomach before they settle, allowing you to rest easy.

A kiss to the back of your hand concludes the dance and the night as you find yourself on your way, cursing the fact that Ignis was in fact a gentleman and that you had not tried to stay in his presence longer. A regular Cinderella you were. The only thing missing was a shoe. 

You couldn’t help the small blush that lit up on your face as you thought about it, taking up residency on your couch while a movie provided sound to fill the silence.

What a mess. You had just met the man, not to mention he was more than likely out of your life forever due to one Prince being married. Of all the luck, a Prince Charming had waltzed into your life, kissed your hand and waltzed back out, never to enjoy your company ever again. However, you couldn’t even be mad. He was so polite and so, well, charming. 

“Falling in love with someone you’ve barely met. Way to go,” you mocked, falling back in bed with restless eyes wandering the ceiling. You would not be opposed to finding him on your doorstep. Maybe with some rain. A bouquet. Declaration of love sounded nice. Unless he was involved with someone else and you had just been a convenient sidetrack to keep his attention.

You shot up at that. “No!” you voiced aloud before groaning and flopping back down into the pillow. This was taking too much thought. 

~

As you had figured, he was one of the Royal Retainers sent to leave with Prince Noctis. There was news of their departure everywhere, which told you they had already set out and were on their way. With that you kissed your chances of meeting him goodbye.

You eyed him on the front page of the newspaper, cursing how the camera had failed to capture the exact colors of his irises.

With his departure came all too many regrets that circled throughout your mind. Maybe I should have said something. What, like confessing your undying love for him and promising that you’ll wait for his return? Not likely. And with all the stares that he had received he was more than popular with plenty of people. The chances of someone like him not being involved with someone already were slim to none.

Still you recalled the warmth of his hands, the strength and composure held in his body, and the familiarity of being so close to one who was a wrapped up mystery to you. But he had nice hair. You nodded, setting the paper aside with a sigh.

You were still clinging to the hope that maybe you would run into your Prince Charming again, replaying the scenes in your mind as an old rerun of Cinderella played on the t.v. 

~

Surviving the fall of Insomnia had been your greatest feat. Now it was holding your own against the darkness that wrapped Eos and blocked out the rays of the sun. It played hell with your sleep schedule, unfortunately. There was no way to tell what time it was, only ever eternal night that smoothed over the land mockingly. A myriad of Daemons were now out to play all the time instead of just the night. 

Lestallum had been the only refuge--far away from both the Daemons and the distant, bittersweet memories of Insomnia. You still recalled warm hands holding onto your body, guiding you through the steps of the waltz. They were growing fainter by the day, however. 

As you entertained the thought, staring out into the darkness, a familiar silhouette grabbed your attention. Squinting at the approaching figure, you gasped audibly. There was no possible way the two of you could have come colliding into one another after so long.

When he got closer, you noticed the tint of his glasses and the cane that carefully glided out over the ground in front of him. A softness grabbed hold over you, compelling you to approach. A few feet stood before the two of you when you cleared your throat and offered a soft, “Fancy meeting you here.”

There was no affirmative that he would even recognize your voice, but you hoped against all hope.

A soft huff of breath left his lips, which quirked into a sad smile. “Good evening.”

A gleeful laugh couldn’t help but come out of your throat. “Quite.”

He breathed out your name and you shocked at how it sounded so familiar being said from his mouth. You approached more confidently now, a hand reaching out to grasp onto his shoulder.

His head tilted downward and away from your gaze, to which you gently pressed your fingers to the side of his face. 

“May I?” you asked softly.

You could tell that he wanted to say no, but he obliged, lifting his head to you. In the dim light you could see the extent of the scarring that plagued his face. And it hurt to see the cuts that littered across. The once collection of greens that had found home in his irises were no longer there, replaced with a murky and sightless blue-gray.

“I was worried you wouldn’t recognize my voice,” you said with a slight trace of humor, hoping to relieve the melancholy look that had come over him. 

His smile seemed more genuine this time as he shook his head. “I would never forget the voice of one so enchanting.”

“Sweet talker,” you muttered, boldly letting a finger trace against his cheek, before it came to rest at his jaw. “Do you still remember how to dance?”

“Do you still step on people’s toes?”

You lightly shoved his arm with a scoff, careful to not put too much power behind it. “Well, I had a phenomenal teacher.” 

His hand, still wrapped around his cane, found your waist, his hold awkward with the additional item, but nevertheless gentle. The other reached for your hand. Meeting him halfway, you entwined his fingers with yours and stepped closer, reveling in the warmth that you had missed for years after its departure.

His head came to rest by your ear, your own finding refuge on his shoulder as you swayed to a song only you two could remember.

This night is flawless, don't you let it go

I'm wonder struck, dancing around all alone

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

[drarry-with-a-side-of-wolfstar]

All-Time Favourite Ships!

From books, movies, Broadway, and TV shows!

(list not in any particular order and may contain spoilers).

1. Bellarke: Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffen from The 100 (TV)

Okay, I know I said that the list is in no particular order, but this ship is my all time OTP since I started watching The 100. And I can’t sleep at night knowing that they are not officially canon yet, even if it was pretty clear in Praimfiya that it will be endgame! So exited for their reunion in Season 5. I spend hours on end reading Bellarke fan fiction all day, every day. And Bellamy is my baby and I love his so much. And I can’t wait to see how he is after the six-year time jump on the show. Sometimes, I think that I watch the show just for these two.

2. Haleb: Hanna Marin and Caleb Rivers from Pretty Little Liars (TV)

Again, like I said that this list is in no particular order, this ship would defiantly be in my top 5. Anyway, I still have to properly sit down and watch Season 7B of Pretty Little Liars so don’t spoil anything for me. Haleb in my opinion, is the best ship on this show, but I think towards the early seasons I used to ship Ezria more but when Caleb showed up with his long hair, I died. And therefore, they became my favourite ship. I remember, I put watching the show on break after Caleb left to do his own show is either season 3 or 4, I don’t remember exactly. But yeah, these two are pretty cute together and I hope it stays that way.

3. Stydia: Stiles Stilinksi and Lydia Martin from Teen Wolf (TV)

Okay, again, probably in my top 7. So, the thing with Stydia is that they dragged it out for so long that the anticipation killed me. But I love them still so much. And Dylan O’Brian is just on a different level of awesomeness (and cuteness). And Lydia, even though she used to annoy me at first, and Teen Wolf is probably not my favourite TV show, but it’s still good, and Lydia’s character started to grow on me and I need to catch up on Season 6, (don’t judge me guys, the past few moths for me have been really busy) and I just recently started to watch this show, like maybe two years ago, but still, love love love.

4. Linctavia: Lincoln and Octavia Blake from The 100 (TV)

Okay, so another The 100 ship, but oh my lord I scream every time someone mentions them! They are so adorably cute and the flyest of power couples who don’t give a damn about what people think. And every time I think of Lincoln, I just might well cry because he didn’t deserve what he got. Fucking Pike. I’m glad Octavia killed him. And the song to which Lincoln dies to, and the one where Octavia’s scream and cries are kinda muffled, it’s called Cloud by Elias, and it’s in my playlist and then I have a mini breakdown when it comes on and think of Lincoln falling on his knees in the tiny puddle and Octavia and I just cry a little more on the inside. Anyway, probably the best couple to ever exist on the show and maybe even ever in this whole damn world. They were so fucking badass together, I loved every minute of it.

5. Sciles: Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski from Teen Wolf (TV)

Okay, so this is like my favourite BROTP of all eternity. I just think that their relationship is so cute and how much they care about each other, and the hug in season 3 is my everything, ahhh, I just love them so much it hurts. And throughout the show we can see their friendship grow even though they have been friends since they were little. Damn, I wish I had a friendship like that. 

6. Chair: Charles “Chuck” Bass and Blair Waldorf from Gossip Girl (TV)

Ahhh, Blair and Chuck, Chuck and Blair! I don’t think anyone will ever know how happy I was when the endgame for their endgame actually happened. Honestly, I was rooting for them since Blair’s birthday episode in the first season, even when everyone was after Nate and Blair, but no, not gonna happen. I just thought that Nate was very innocent and nice for Blair. Blair needed someone like Chuck and I don’t think anyone ever loved anyone else as much as Chuck loves Blair. I love them, they are so perfect for each other, with their games. I wish I had a Chuck. Blair’s lucky. Haha.

7. Literati: Jess Mariano and Rory Gilmore from Gilmore Girls (TV)

I wanted them to be endgame so bad. I remember I stopped watching Gilmore Girls after Jess leaves to go to the West Coast, and I wanted to punch his so bad, but I didn’t want to destroy his pretty face like the Swan did (if you know what I’m talking about HMU). And I low-key hated Logan, I don’t know exactly why, but I just did, but I think I’m over it now. But still I wanted these two to be together forever, cause they are just so perfect for each other and so balanced I loved it while it happened. But they can’t be together, and I shall be forever sad. 

8. Percabeth: Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase from The Percy Jackson and the Olympians Series, and The Heroes of Olympus Series (Books)

Okay, so the kiss underwater made my 4th grade self go absolutely crazy with happiness. But I guess, my favourite moment from (both) of the series is probably at the start of Mark of Athena when they run towards each other and fall into each others arms and kiss when they reunite after eight long years, and everyone knows that they were endgame except when Percy had that thing with Rachel, but I was glad when that ended. Anyway, I just re-read the Heroes of Olympus series and I fell in love with all the characters again. 

9. Jasiper: Jason Grace and Piper McLean from The Heroes of Olympus Series (Books)

Ahh, absolutely love these two. Too cute! Okay, I don’t have much to say for them besides that they are completely badass together. I mean, I was really sad for Piper when she realised that her memories pre The Lost Hero were not real. But the whole “look at that comet from the rooftop when it’s just us” would have been too cute it it was real. 

10. Dramione: Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger from the Harry Potter Series (Books)

Okay, so I read a lot of fan fiction, and this is the one that I fully support no matter what the circumstances. I really really did wish that this could be possible but it’s not, it was never even canon! But yeah, I think that they would make an amazing couple together, and would be so cute, even if it is a very unlikely pair. But still, I do think that love sparks between them still. 

11. Drarry: Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter from the Harry Potter Series (Books)

Oh, my god the amount of fan fiction I read for this is incomparable. I just love this pairing so much I can’t handle myself sometimes. Anyway, maybe in another world this is true and the people are happier there. 

12. Aridante: Aristotle Mendoza and Dante Quintana from Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe (Books)

Okay, I don’t know how this ship name makes sense but whatever. I love love love this book so much, and I think these two, in whatever kind of relationship, make so much sense together. If anyone has not read this yet, what are you doing with your life? Anyway, this book is amazing and Benjamin Alire Saenz is an amazing author.

13. Adlock: Irene Adler and Sherlock Holmes from Sherlock (TV)

Okay, it was hard to chose between Johnlock, Sherlolly, and Adlock. But then A Scandal In Belgravia will forever be one of my favourite episodes, and honestly, their relationship just excites me and that message tone in the last episode got me all excited and happy again. Anyway, I wish they were canon but I respect whatever Sherlock is and how he does not want a relationship.

14. Triles: Tristan Milligan and Miles Hollingsworth III from Degrassi: Next Class (TV)

Anyway, I was getting so mad when I could not find a gif that fit the aesthetic of this post, but then I finally did and that’s all that matters. Anyway, I’m so glad that this is cannon and hopefully endgame, but Miles little slip with Lola in Season 3 got me so mad! Like, how could he, his boyfriend was in a coma and he’s cheating on him! That’s totally unacceptable! But then I guess I came to terms with why he did what he did. And I’m glad that Tristan (kinda) forgave him. Yay.

15. Bughead: Betty Copper and Jughead Jones from Riverdale (TV)

Okay, so I haven't read enough fan fiction to say that this is my absolute favourite yet, and since this is a newer ship than most others mentioned on here, it’s kinda hard for me to feel for them what I feel for the others. But I still really like this pairing, it’s kinda unique, and a little different from the normal TV shows, so yeah.

16. Lams: John Laurens and Alexander Hamilton from Hamilton: An American Musical (Theatre)

This is my favourite theatre ship, but somewhere in my heart, I think Jefferson and Hamilton secretly love each other. No, but seriously, I think John and Alex are just the cutest friends, and the fact that their friendship existed so heavily in real life makes me so happy.

Okay, so that was the list but I have a few honourable mentions that did not make it on here and they are:

1) Sherlolly from Sherlock (TV)

2) Hamiliza from Hamilton: An American Musical (Theatre)

3) Snowberry from The Flash (TV)

4) Samaustin from A Cinderella Story (Movies) (I made up that ship name and I  am not very good at it).

So, that was it! And I’m pretty sure I missed some but I hope you guys enjoyed!

[junker-town]

11 predictions for college basketball’s 2017-18 season

Take these predictions to the bank.

1. The FBI’s probe into college basketball will overshadow the season

It would be great if on Nov. 10, the collective focus of the college hoops world shifted to the basketball court and remained there until the first Monday of April. That isn’t going to happen. The FBI investigation that has dominated college basketball’s headlines since late September will continue to do so throughout the winter.

Every day will have the potential to bring to light new details that could lead to high-profile player suspensions and uncertain futures for program head and assistant coaches. Every mysterious player absence will be met with questions about whether the nonattendance has to do with the FBI investigation. Even for programs that appear to be totally unaffected by all this, fans will wonder if new details will eventually be unearthed months or years down the line that change the perception of said program’s season.

It’s not where anyone associated with the sport wants to be, but it’s where we are.

2. Before the end of the season, the FBI investigation will cost at least one more head coach his job

Thus far, the major fallout from the FBI probe has been a handful of players being held out of action, and the end of Hall of Fame coach Rick Pitino’s tenure at Louisville. It’s hard to foresee the next six months playing out without at least one more head coach losing his job, especially given some of the names that are implicated in the FBI’s initial complaint.

The timing for making a move in-season obviously isn’t ideal, but there will be at least one athletic director who isn’t left with a choice. It will help the athletic director’s cause if said head coach wasn’t exactly doing sparkling work before this whole thing got started.

3. Kansas will win the 2017-18 national championship

The Jayhawks seem to be the most overlooked member of college basketball’s preseason top five. That might be because of all the production they lost from last season, or it might be because of all the NCAA tournament disappointment the program has experienced since its 2012 run to the national title game.

Whatever the reasons, Bill Self has the pieces to make those overlooking KU feel foolish come March. Devonte’ Graham is ready to step into Frank Mason’s role as the team’s unquestioned leader and Player of the Year candidate. Malik Newman has drawn rave reviews ever since his arrival from Mississippi State. Svi Mykhailiuk is ready to take another giant step forward in his final college season, and Billy Preston is a remarkably gifted freshman forward everyone seems to have forgotten about.

Kansas might not shine as brightly as Duke or Michigan State at the beginning of the season, but it’ll be the last team standing at the end of it.

4. The Jayhawks will pass UCLA and win their 14th straight Big 12 regular season title

For a while, “this is the year Kansas doesn’t do it” seemed to be everyone’s annual preseason prediction. Now, it seems like the college basketball world has resigned itself to the fact that the Jayhawks might win at least a share of the Big 12’s regular season title from now until the sport ceases to exist.

Bob Huggins’ West Virginia Mountaineers are a legitimate top-15 team and should provide KU with its biggest conference competition. Outside of that, however, there isn’t a whole lot for Self to be concerned about. TCU and Texas should both be improved, but neither feels like a stone-cold lock to make the NCAA tournament. Baylor and Iowa State will both take significant steps back from a year ago, and Oklahoma and Oklahoma State will both remain in a place lower than where their fans expect to be.

When the dust settles, Kansas will have captured its 14th consecutive Big 12 regular season title. That will separate the Jayhawks’ dominance from that of UCLA, which won the Pac-12 for 13 straight seasons from 1967 through 1979.

5. Wichita State will emerge as the new Gonzaga

This prediction isn’t about the Shockers making a run to the national championship game. This also isn’t about a move to the American Athletic Conference helping Gregg Marshall’s program shed the “mid-major” label forever. This is about Wichita State becoming the new team that polarizes the college basketball world.

The Shockers will begin 2017-18 ranked No. 7 in the preseason Associated Press Top 25 poll. They’re also a trendy Final Four pick for many a college hoops writer. There is a large segment of the American public that isn’t buying any of this. This same segment of the public which doubted Gonzaga throughout last season will cast doubt upon Wichita State until the Shockers have the opportunity to prove themselves in the NCAA tournament.

Adding fuel to this unnecessary fire is the strong possibility that Wichita State will be “upset” multiple times in the first few weeks of the regular season. Landry Shamet and Markis McDuffie, the team’s two best players, have both been dealing with foot injuries for the bulk of the offseason. The potential for neither to be 100 percent (or to be out completely) makes the team’s early season tests against Cal, Baylor, Oklahoma, Oklahoma State, and at the Maui Invitational more dangerous than they should be. Don’t be surprised if the team drops a couple of those games, and if those losses create a false narrative about their status as a legitimate Final Four contender heading into the Big Dance.

6. Houston’s Rob Gray will lead the nation in scoring

Gray has spent the bulk of his college career up to this point in relative obscurity, putting up gaudy numbers for good but not great Houston teams. He’ll become more of a nationally recognized name in 2017-18 as he puts up absurd point totals on a Cougars squad that doesn’t figure to give him a significant amount of offensive support.

Gray’s scoring should be an added bonus for an American Athletic Conference that was already going to be more fun to follow this season than it has been in year’s past.

7. Two legitimate Cinderella teams will crash the NCAA tournament’s second weekend

Only one double-digit seed made the Sweet 16 in 2017, and that was a Xavier team that began the season ranked in the top 15 and has a history of success in the Big Dance. In fact, the only team that won a game in the tournament that could have possibly qualified as a “Cinderella” was 12th-seeded Middle Tennessee, and the Blue Raiders were actually a betting favorite in their win over No. 5 seed Minnesota.

History like this doesn’t tend to immediately repeat itself when it comes to March Madness. There are a number of mid/low major squads that appear to be on the verge of fielding their most formidable teams in years. Expect at least two of these teams to bring the madness back to the tournament’s opening weekend by winning a pair of games and moving on to the Sweet 16.

8. Michael Porter Jr. will guide Missouri into the field of 68

In both of the last two seasons, college basketball fans have watched the nation’s top recruit go to a non-blueblood Power 5 program and wind up falling woefully short of the NCAA tournament. Ben Simmons couldn’t take LSU to the promised land two seasons ago, and Markelle Fultz could only help Washington win nine games in 2016-17. Both players still wound up being the first player selected in their respective NBA drafts, but fans of the college game felt robbed of the opportunity to watch the young talents compete on the sport’s biggest stage.

Michael Porter Jr., who shifted his college pledge from Washington to Missouri following the firing of Huskies head coach Lorenzo Romar last spring, has an opportunity to buck this trend. Mizzou went just 8-24 last season, but it has a new head coach in Cuonzo Martin, and a top-five recruiting class headlined by Porter Jr. and his younger brother, Jontay. This might not be enough to make the Tigers national title contenders, but it will be enough to allow them to hear their name called on Selection Sunday.

9. Saint Mary’s will unseat Gonzaga as kings of the West Coast Conference

Saint Mary’s tasted defeat just five times in 2016-17. Once was a surprise early season defeat at the hands of UT-Arlington. Another came in a hotly contested battle with second-seeded Arizona in the NCAA tournament. The other three losses for the Gaels all came to arch-rival Gonzaga, and they came by a total of 51 points.

Randy Bennett returns just about every main piece from that Saint Mary’s team of a year ago, making this perhaps the most highly anticipated season in program history. It also makes his team one that is hellbent on revenge.

Gonzaga is getting the respect owed to a program that played for the national title last season and which is on the verge of making its 20th consecutive NCAA tournament. Still, the Zags are going to be taking a step back in 2017-18. The losses of Nigel Williams-Goss, Przemek Karnowski, Jordan Mathews, and Zach Collins all but guarantees that. Expect Saint Mary’s to capitalize and be the top dogs in the WCC for at least one season.

10. Four traditional powerhouses will battle it out for the national title in San Antonio, and Arizona will be one of them

Before the FBI complaint that shook up the sport in September, it seemed like college basketball’s defining preseason storyline was destined to be whether or not Sean Miller could get over the hump and finally get Arizona to a Final Four. With the Wildcats directly implicated in said complaint -- and assistant coach Book Richardson getting arrested as a result — that talk has sort of taken a backseat.

Even with the distractions, and even with an early season injury to Rawle Alkins, Arizona remains well-positioned to be one of the best teams in the country from start to finish this season. Allonzo Trier is tremendous, DeAndre Ayton has as much potential as any freshmen in the country, and Parker Jackson-Cartwright is the unheralded senior floor general every elite team with this type of makeup needs.

In addition to Arizona and Kansas, the other teams appearing most capable of making a run to San Antonio — Duke, Michigan State, Villanova, Kentucky — all appear to be familiar names as well. While squads like Wichita State, Miami, USC, and Saint Mary’s all deserve the preseason love they’re receiving, expect them to come up just short of achieving their ultimate goals.

11. This year’s Champions Classic will be the best ever

After all the offseason turmoil, college basketball needs a solid start to its 2017-18 season. It will get just that in the form of the Champions Classic, which will pit No. 1 Duke vs. No. 2 Michigan State and No. 4 Kansas and No. 5 Kentucky in a double-header from Chicago on Nov. 14.

Those back-to-back games should be enough to make the sports world temporarily forget about all the scandal and focus on how exciting the season ahead has the potential to be. Now if only college hoops could find a way to make December as enticing to the casual fan.

[kevinmoyer]

How Cheesy Love Letters Rekindled Our Romance

Have you ever heard of The Five Love Languages? We should probably write up a book review on it (it’s such a good read), but for now, I’m going to skip ahead to my point, which is that I’m pretty sure I know my love language is ‘acts of service.’ I’m all about thoughtfulness—big or small, I just care about the thought behind actions. At the same time, I’m also the most unromantic person I know. When I was 16 years old, I had a “boyfriend” give me a dozen red roses for our date. Not only was I embarrassed by it, but I just felt like a dozen red roses was the most stereotypical, unoriginal, gag me with a spoon, kind of ‘act of service’ and I wanted nothing to do with it. Even worse, my sweet step-mom decided to dry the rose petals as a keepsake…a month later she gave me a little bag of the dried rose petals, with his note attached. I was mortified! Needless to say, I avoid the ‘romance’ department like the plague! But maybe the romance I need isn’t your typical “Cinderella” story, just real and thoughtful acts of kindness to melt my non-romantic heart.

Before I got married, I lived in a fairy-dream land with the idea that once you’re married, your life is set and you live “happily ever-after”. The reality is that you have to work hard to make a marriage work. It takes patience, love, empathy, respect… along with a whole lot of other things. So one day, after a therapy session (no shame here—it’s been the best thing for our marriage!) and after needing a little more ‘thoughtfulness” from my hubby, he jokingly started to write me love notes—poems if you will—daily. At first, it started as a joke—he knew how unromantic I was, so in his own way, he made them silly and funny—probably to make me laugh and take that gushy romantic vibe off. Bless his little heart because It worked! He would text me, leave notes at my desk, or leave notes on the fridge, or on our chalkboard in our kitchen. They were thoughtfully silly, and completely us, and this lasted months. Below are some of the many silly loves notes he sent me! And PS. The ones that might make you want to vomit (like oozing of cheeseball romance) are just that!

  April 14, 2015 Im not really mad if you eat all the ice cream. Love you.

April 15, 2015 Here’s a little note, you really float my boat. Love you.

April 17, 2015 On this rainy day I just want to say I’ll love you till you’re old and gray

May 5, 2015 You didn’t have your keys for the house, but you’ll always have the key to my heart. Love you.

June 22, 2015 Roses are red Violets are blue I miss you a lot And the dogs do too

June 24, 2015 Had to work in the morning When I left the dogs were snoring With you gone, it’s been pretty boring. Love You.

July 17, 2015 This weather, it’s too hot I chased you, you got caught. We went to Vegas, there we tied the knot. Love you.

July 20, 2015 I wish we were off the clock. We could be at the boardwalk. I wish we could get roller coasted. We would use sunscreen so you don’t get toasted. Love you.

July 21, 2015 Roses are red violets are blue I love kissing you, not the puppy cuz she eats poo.

July 22, 2015 I had a hard time trying to find the words that rhyme So I’ll just come out of the blue and say I Love You.

July 24, 2015 I hope you’re having fun Be careful in the sun. I hope you know you’re the one, because without you I am done.

July 28, 2015 The sun is shining The puppy is whining This poem is trying To tell you I love you.

July 31, 2015 The fog is coming I love our happy dog life They give us warm nights. Went haiku today, love you.

August 2, 2015 Happy dogs playing At work I am staying I wish I was home hanging with the family I love

August 8, 2015 When you’re old and gray, I’ll be here to stay. When you use your super power, I’ll never cower. When we’re in bed together, I wish I could be there forever.

August 9, 2015 I come home, the dogs start barking I get off my bike My heart starts sparking I go to sleep tonight, I hope I don’t get up early to find parking.

August 13, 2015 I hope dinner is fun I wish we could’ve played in the sun. The time here seems to lag I could be worse, I could’ve been forced to bag. I can’t wait to see you and the dogs Even though you’re all bed hogs. Love you

August 14, 2015 Just had lunch. Miss you a bunch. Can’t wait for Sunday. You me dogs funday. Love you

August 16, 2015 A little poem for you. I kinda feel sick, we know what makes each other tick. That’s what makes us click.

September 15, 2015 If you see someone scary Don’t forget your protectors are hairy. Love you

Life, of course, has gotten in the way and I haven’t seen as many ‘love notes’ as I had in the past, but going through these notes to share them with you today gives me all the giddy feelings all over again. Some of these notes are really silly, but they became something I looked forward to everyday, and helped keep our spark alive and well. Are there special things you and your beau do for romance? Tell us in the comments below!

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[chessdaze]

Three Wishes Institute - a TWST fanschool

I’ve been posting ALOT about three wishes character wise but I wanted to do a bit of a lore dump on the school itself, and then maybe make some separate posts for things like the dorm environments, uniforms, clubs, etc.

First off, as a concept, Three Wishes is a fanschool for twisted wonderland that involves characters that are considered ‘side’ or ‘background’ or even ‘comic relief’ characters from disney franchises. Right now I only have 6 dorms, and characters range from being on both ‘good’ and ‘bad’ sides of a story.

Here’s the lore rundown for the main school itself and a brief summary on the dorms and characters I will be designing for them. Under readmore cause this is HELLA long and I don’t want to make people scroll for forever:

The overall story of Three Wishes:

The Headmistress and Master, Amelia Bell and Reed Dearly (based on Anita and Roger from 101 dalmatians), only recently got the school property. Before them, the school was known to be really rundown, a failure, and pretty much on the verge of closing. While it was a school for magic, it was like all the magic was zapped out of the school itself. It was filled with delinquents and very few students who actually cared. Most dropped out if anything.

Amelia was a teacher at the school for a little over a year and the only teacher that students really respected and bothered showing up to class for. She hated seeing the school in the state it was in and tried pleading with the headmistress of the school to try and change things - however was constantly told it was too late and that the school would be closing. It did, and Amelia had to look for jobs elsewhere. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that she could have done more and found herself drawn back to the crumbling school on more than one occasion. She decided to sneak in one day to see if she could find a hint of anything from the old headmistress - who had disappeared without a trace - to see if she could get in contact with her. This wasn’t her idea of course, but her (boyfriend at the time) Reed’s.

Eventually they did track down the headmistress and found her terribly ill. Amelia insisted that the two of them care for her, despite all that the headmistress had done to shun Amelia beforehand. They did, and during that time Amelia explained the hopes she had previously had for the school - she said how she wanted a school that anyone could feel welcome to apply, and not have some special ceremony for acceptance (like the carriages for NRC). She believed people could be equals and that as a magical community they should all help one another. The old headmistress was moved by Amelia’s words and when she back to health she revealed herself to be a powerful sorceress (the enchantress from Beauty and the Beast). She explained she had been looking for a worthy successor for the school and her magic but didn’t find Amelia fitting at the time, but saw the kindness in Amelia’s heart and offered her the deed to the school and the surrounding grounds. She wanted to see what Amelia would do with the school and was interested if she could really bring a community together like she explained. Then, she disappeared.

Amelia and Reed worked to renovate the school, taking nearly 2 years on the project. Amelia comes from a wealthy family, but even then funds were not endless, so a lot of fundraising was done to also raise awareness for the reopening school. At first there wasn’t much interest but it slowly got more and more traction. With donations and family money, they were able to complete the school. The two of them also got engaged during this time. Even with them rebuilding the mainschool and doing some maintenance on the dorms themselves, there are some secrets that even the two of them are still learning, as the sorceress took off before giving them the full details on the school itself.

The school’s aim is to not only teach its students magic, but the foundation of being a good person, being helpful and selfless. The school holds a lot of community and fundraising events, and there is even a mandatory volunteering class where students have to spend a certain amount of hours volunteering for a local community service. This school hopes to bridge the gap between the elite and average magic users, showing that deep down everyone is human and deserving of respect and a chance to grow.

This school doesn't have completely different areas for the dorms and it's all actually located on a large campus ground.The main school building is about 4 stories, there's a greenhouse and an auditorium in separate buildings.

The dorms are all two or three stories and are all relatively distant from each other, enough to give each dorm a good spot of land around it. Think a mansion with a large yard. When passing through the front gate for the dorm there's magic that makes it appear in a slightly different scenery - so the students don't always have the school looming in the background and can relax. The dorm's scenery is different between each dorm and it can change with each 'dorm representative'.

There aren't really dorm 'leaders' as there are representatives. Normally about two or three for each dorm - though can only be one if the person proves themselves to be capable / no one else is voted. Each dorm will have a meeting once a month to go over things that the dorm needs to address either internally or with the school or other dorms, and then the representatives bring those concerns to a meeting with the school's staff and other dorm representatives. Think more like a student council and class presidents.

The dorm reps can be split into the 'main' representative and a 'vice' but are pretty much on the same ground as far as their authority goes - the 'main' is just the one more available to perform duties or attend all the meetings while the 'vice' is kind of like a back up /fall back if the first can't make it. Normally it’s preferable if all representatives can make to meetings and events. The representatives make almost all decisions together. Reps are voted for each year within a dorm, and the voting is taken pretty seriously.

The dorm rep duties outside of the meetings is mostly just like a college RA. They make sure people are following the rules, help solve problems between students in their dorm, plan and hold events, etc.

The dorms:

This section I’ll be updating overtime as I list out the characters I want to design - most are still not designed yet as I’m kind of slow but I have concepts for all of them more or less it’s just a matter of getting time / energy to work on them.

While students are separated into dorms in this school, the headmaster and mistress try to stress the fact that they are all one community. Friendly rivalry is encouraged but ultimately the matter of dorms is just where the students end up living and placing them near people who can better help those around them. The two in charge don’t want the dorms to become too competitive or to alienated from one another - so there’s actually a lot of cross dorm events and even friends staying over at other friends dorms for days on end at times.

As a note, as long as it’s not inappropriate, students are encouraged to wear anything they want as their ‘dorm uniform’. Standard school uniforms are required on the main campus but as Headmaster Reed puts it - there’s no reason for them to tell the students what to wear in their own house. Plus, the school isn’t as well funded as most other private schools, so not having a lot of uniforms to keep up with is better for them in the long run. Most generally follow the general color coordination of their dorms (to be listed later), though there are exceptions.

* ‘s indicate that dorm’s representatives

Cinderella dorm: Nightingale Founded on the hard work and dedication of a princess’s companions, members of this dorm are no strangers to teamwork and getting the job done. It’s said that there’s no miracle students in this dorm can’t pull off in a short amount of time.

Characters:

Rue Meadows  *

Snow White: Diamanttobar Founded on the tradition and devotion of miners, members of this dorm specialize in working long hours and putting 100% into everything they do. Students here notice the smaller details in anything and are said to be able to craft nearly anything asked.

Characters:

Otto Bregmann*

Emil Bregmann

the other dwarves are going to be referenced as their younger siblings.

Aladdin: Wondrous Founded on the cleverness and protective instincts of a royal couple’s most trusted confidants, members of this dorm sometimes have questionable methods but overall have hearts of gold. Students in this dorm are proactive in calling out unfair rules and try to work for changes and reforms.

Characters:

Ram / Kunal *

Ozan Bell

Zeki Al-Asim

Mulan: Guardian Found on the honor and strength of dragons, students of this dorm are known to follow a code of honor and are very protective of one another. They are great with helping other student’s physical and mental well beings, acting as trainers and confidants.

Characters:

Long Lie Jie*

Xiao Mingyu*

AiW: Lapinhole Founded on the curiosity and madness of a queen’s subjects, members of this dorm are known to be eccentric and creative. A lot of students in this dorm are mysterious and have a strange method of helping others, but even through the confusion a lot of students rely on students from this dorm for a little more fun in their lives.

Characters:

Quinn Neander *

Beauty and the Beast: Servireu Founded on the faith and loyalty of a Beast prince’s servants, members of this dorm are known to be generous, not judgemental, and extremely helpful. A lot of these students are at the top of their classes and are known for being excellent tutors for others.

Characters:

TBA