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heliosthegriffin · 1 year ago

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Shadow Knight and Magical Girls XIX

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Chapter 19

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Yellow floated aimlessly across the sky, feeling tired and achy across her body, all from the new training regime Ms. Purple and her family had been putting on her and the rest of the Magical Girls. A couple weeks ago, she might have been angry, at the idea that they needed to improve, but recent events had shown her the what a blunder that thinking was.

Though, she felt somewhat cheated, held back by the way they taught her. Her dad and mom had been teaching her all her life, Uncle Qrow too, and Ms. Goodwitch was a ok teacher too, but they all lacked something in they're teaching her.

An energy signature then touched her senses, hidden as it was (Which was weird, as souls all had either lock or unlocked energy levels, so the fact his soul was managing to blend in was just strange.) Yellow had been improving her Soul Perception and managed to locate him.

Floating down gently, she called out in a calm, friendly manner. "Freeze, criminal scum!" Then ducked, as she felt a surge of aggression, a slug of metal flying over her head.

"Oh, it's you." He said tiredly. "What brings you over?"

Shadow Knight looked a little different tonight, Yellow thought. He was wearing a lot more metal, kinda like a actual Knight, well if a Knight also wore tactical gear on and underneath it, so more like a modern knight, than a geezer in a armor.

Now that she thought about it, Shadow Knight was a mouth full, she needed to give him a nickname. Something that wouldn't take all Knight. She giggled inside at the unintentional pun.

"Gee, is that anyway to greet your favorite flying friend?"

"Friends? I don't know about that, allies? Yes. Friends? I don't trust you that much."

Yellow floated down to the street, clutching her chest. "Oh, you wound me! You've had me pinned on the ground, struggling and panting, and you won't even say we're friends, Shady?" She said the nickname without thinking twice, not that it seemed to bother him, so she'd keep rolling with it.

He cocked his shotgun menacingly. "And, I'd do it again." Not following for her bait.

Yellow pouted, though, Shady wouldn't see it through her magic obstructing her form. "Pout as much as you like, but don't feel insulted. I'm not a good friend, so you're not missing out." Or so, she thought.

"How do you know I'm pouting?"

"Your body language makes it obvious, I can't see your face, but that doesn't mean I can't ready you."

"Woah, spooky." Yellow walked over to him, slightly spooked that he could do that, but also a bit impressed. "So, what are we doing tonight?"

"We? I'm taking down any Grimm I find, you should probably go find your friends," He looked at her harshly. "Property isn't going to damage itself."

She tried to clap his shoulder, but he nudged out of the way. "Come on, don't be that way! I'm trying to do better!"

"You nearly hit me with a fireball last time, I let you follow along."

"And, I said, I was sorry! How am I going to get better, if I got nobody who will treat me seriously and like an equal, but is also slightly afraid for their life, to help me?"

"I'd say more majorly afraid, but I see your point." He sighed, his voice muffled by some device in his helmet. "Alright, we'll do this again, tonight, but if you blow me up, I'm calling it quits for good."

Yellow felt herself fuss a bit, worried about keeping her side of the bargain. "Deal."

Shady nodded his head, and Yellow realized he was listening to someone else. "We got Grimm about a mile north of here." He took off at a dead sprint that frankly surprised her at how fast he moved.

Still, Yellow is a Magical Girl and catching up to him was child's play. "So, what kind of Grimm? How are we going to clobber them?"

Without breaking stride or taking a breath. "Unclear, but what we're doing is limiting as much damage as possible, and making sure not to hurt anybody."

"Well, duh."

"I'm saying this for your benefit, not mine, I can't shoot fireballs out of my palms."

"Ok, fair."

"Here's what going to happen, I'll distract them, and if they're are any civilians in trouble, you'll get them out."

"Shouldn't I run distraction? Why you get them out?"

"I tend to be a bit surprising to see the first time I walk up to somebody. You? You're a bit more inspiring to see, and a Grimm existing a couple extra seconds is a small price to pay for someone's life."

Yellow slowed for a second, stunned at the the sincerity of his words. "Woah, aren't you selfless?" She still couldn't help snarking a bit.

Shady laughed for a second, catching Yellow by surprise. "No. I'm as greedy as they come, It's just looks selfless. Devious, right?"

Yellow chuckled a bit. Yeah, no way someone could do this entirely pro bono, right? Even, though her gut wasn't convinced.

They arrived on the scene, with only a three pack of beowolves for company. Three low-level Grimm, nothing to Yellow, but a decent challenge for Shady, especially with no civilians nearby. The Pack were crawling around the entrance to an alleyway, sniffing around, eyes glowing in the dark.

Without missing a beat, at a speed that Yellow wouldn't have been able to follow without her Aura and Magic, Shady unslung his shotgun, still running and blasted the mask off a Beowolf. He fired twice more, and the Grimm fell over headless.

This caught the attention of the two other Beowolves who charged at him, Yellow put her hands out ready to blast them into oblivion, but held back her fire at the last moment as Shady was still fighting. Letting her for the first time really watch him fight. In her day to day-life Yellow did boxing for fun and sport, her dad did it and her uncle did MMA, so she knew what skill looked like. She had some herself and had won many medals over the years in the girl's circuit around Vale.

Shady completely outclassed her. His movements were efficient and practically, while still retaining a sort of coolness and awe that for a seconds at a time completely absorbed her into watching him. Her parents and family, they had the same skill, but they lacked the grace he moved with, the utter control he had over the fight.

It was like he was dancing with the Beowolves, the Grimm completely stuck under his tune as he moved. In the almost the same movement, he had shouldered his shotgun, while taking out his ax and shield. The Grimm swung it's claws at him, but it might as well have read him a script of how it was going to try and kill him, because he read it a mile away.

Shield interposed, the claws slid off it's surface, not even leaving a mark, and left the arm open. The ax came from the side, serving the arm at what would be the elbow, then came the back-swing, and the other arm was gone too. The Grimm lost balance, as the other crashed in behind it, the two balling on the street, as Shady put distance between himself and the ball of Grimm.

Yellow realized it was her turn, as he looked at her and nodded, then dove behind a corner. He wanted her to destroy them, but not cause any collateral damage. Hmm, how was she going to do this? The Beowolve's were starting to get untangled, but she couldn't just douse them with fire.

Then Yellow thought for a moment, she need to concentrate her fire, wait, concentrate fire. She shorted. Making a finger gun, and using her other arm as support. Yellow pulled for her magic, letting it build up at her fingertip, but instead of letting it burn out like a flamethrower, she condensed it, like a bullet, holding it in her mind.

She smirked at the tangled Grimm. "Bang!" A yellow bullet of sunlight was shot at the Grimm, lighting up the street for a brief second and making Yellow look away. Then came a loud pop, and when she looked back, all that was left of the Grimm were a greasy black stain, and some burn marks on the ground.

Shady looked at the stain, then back to her. "Good job." Yellow preened. But, before she could say anything, he held up a finger, nodding his head. "We got more, you ready?"

Yellow nodded. Ready to pop some more Grimm.

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Ren was practically dragged down the hallway by Nora, scratch that, he was being dragged. "Nora, I need to change." He pleaded with her, he had just got done with sparring practice for today, and he really needed to clean up.

"Not now Renny! I got to show you something~!" Nora exclaimed excitedly.

Ren resigned himself to his fate. He had the better part of a decade of mixed martial arts training, several feather-weight medals, and he was still powerless before Nora. Though, to be fair, Jaune was weighed more than both of them combined, and he still stepped lightly around they're diminutive forever-friend.

Nora dragged him to a nondescript door, and he dreaded for a moment what was behind it. Nora had a horrible talent for finding things he wish he never saw. Like his parents in the buff, or Jaune's parent's in the buff, or they're middle-school principle with the science teacher in-

"Woah." Ren said. Nora opened the door, and it was full of Shadow Knight pictures and paraphernalia. With the rare videos that existed of him playing on a screen. Jaune was also in there, sleeping at the table, while a Rabbit Faunus drank from a cup humming lightly.

Then stopped, turning red, seeing that she had visitors. "Hu-Hello!" She said nervously, her ears twitching quickly. Nora quickly becoming enthralled by the sight, but Ren was stronger willed.

"Sorry to bother you," He bowed.

"No- no, no problem! All are welcome in the Unofficial Shadow Knight Appreciation Club! Are you here to look around, exchange information, or maybe, possibly, you want to join?" She asked timidly.

"YES!" Nora cheered, as she zoomed around the room oohing and ahing at the displays.

Ren shook his head. "I'm afraid, I'm just here to look around."

"Perfectly fine, no problem at all!" She shook her head, ear's bobbing, Ren started feeling his very will be attacked by the sudden motion, but held strong. He had seen Nora dress up as a unicorn, this was nothing to him.

Ren looked at his male best friend, sleeping like a log and twice as still, which was to anyone else, might have been more than a little concerning. But, even though, Jaune had changed alot over the last year, he still was a deep a sleeper as ever.

Ren chuckled aloud, as he remembered their first sleepover, shortly after they first met. When his mother came to wake them up the next morning she about had a heart-attack seeing Jaune sleep like the dead, only for the blonde boy to get up like nothing was the matter.

It had taken some convincing to his mother to let him sleep over again.

Walking around the room, Ren studied the pictures of the Knight. He wasn't a big fan, but he had nothing against him either. He watched a video of the Shadow Knight fighting five men at once, nodding in approvement. Though, the Knights fighting style left a lot of openings, he noticed, but given he was wearing armor, it wasn't too much a issue to him.

Ren took a seat next to Jaune, having seen enough, even though, Nora was still taking it all in. The Faunus jumped as he sat down though, surprised for some reason.

"I'm sorry, but have I seen you before?" She asked politely.

Ren thought about that for a moment, then remembered when he had forced into drag. "No. Just your imagination." It wasn't the first time he was put into drag, it had happened at the Arc house too, over the last several years. He might have broken in and burn the pictures, if Jaune hadn't done it himself. The more that Lily Ren was known the more powerful she became. But, the less it was remembered, the better.

"But, I could have sworn-," She stopped herself, shrinking in on herself, under Ren's unyielding stare. "Sorry!" Ren undid his stare.

"You probably just saw me around the school, is all."

"Yeah... Must have been that." She sounded unsure of that, but she didn't press the issue. "Thank you for coming to my club." She said a moment later. "I don't get many visitors."

"A shame, your display is very nice." Ren really meant it too, her collection was very impressive, especially considering how niche her topic was.

Her ear's perked up. "Thank you," Her smile was bright. "It's my passion project, and I wouldn't want it to do it any injustice! The Shadow Knight is such a ... Inspiration."

Ren smiled a bit. "I wish you good fortune," He turned to his sleeping friend. "What's your relationship with Jaune?"

She blushed. "Relationship? I wouldn't say that we're in a relationship," She noticed the look on Ren's face. "Oh, he helped me, help get my purse back, the poor crook never had a chance."

Ren felt a surge of pride, and then pity for the crook, when they were younger he and Jaune used to spar for fun. Boy's being boys, except even when they were younger Jaune had a lot of natural strength, so to put it simply, Ren had gotten on a first name basis with the ER staff.

Now, that he had taken advantage of that, training that strength and bulking up? Ren almost paled at the thought. If the man wasn't dead, he'd probably wish he was.

"So, I invited him for tea as thank you, and he's been taking naps in here during free time. Not that I mind! I enjoy his company, and he always there to listen, and-"

Ren nodded. "I get it," He looked at Nora staring at a blurry photo of the Knight being tossed by a explosion. "He's a good listener."

"Yeah, I am," Jaune mumbled groggily, getting up. He stared at Ren. "When did you get here?"

"Oh! They just got here." The faunus chimed in. "One of them would said they'd like to join, too!"

Jaune seemed bothered by that fact, looking at Ren, then Nora, then sighing. "That's nice, Velvet." He looked at his scroll, and swore. "I got to get going."

"Wait!" Velvet called to him as he was getting up. "I was wondering, if, maybe, you were free this weekend?"

"Yeah, I am." Jaune said, without missing a beat. Not seeing the implication she was putting down. Before then turning around and walking toward the door.

Ah, the infamous Arc denseness, Ren thought, he had only heard of it in legends and tome.

"Wait!" Velvet called out, rabbit ears twitching. "There's a historical exhibit at the Vale Exhibits, I was wondering if you wanted to come?"

Jaune paused at the door, hand on the door-knob. "I-"

"We'd love to go!" Nora said. "It'll be a great friends day out!"

"Nora,-" Jaune began, but was shot down by a look from Nora.

"Come on, silly bones! When was the last time we hung out as friends!" She appeared behind Velvet. "Do you really, want to leave this cutie by herself, you monster!?"

Jaune looked to Ren, eyes pleading.

Ren smiled gently. "I mean, you're not a monster, right?

Jaune slumped slightly. "No, not entirely."

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Black and White floated calmly across the night sky.

"So, still rich?"

"Yes, why would that change?"

"Maybe, your father finally grew a consciousness."

"About as likely as Yellow learning self-control."

"That's actually possible, though."

White snorted. "Maybe."

Then down on the ground, a odd sight appeared before them. The Shadow Knight was running, chasing after some small girl carrying a parasol.

White smirked. "Finally! We can bring this ruffian into justice!"

Black looked at her. "Who says ruffian, anymore?"

"Quiet! We must pursue them!"

Black was hesitant though, something was off about this situation, but followed after White anyway.

Despite how fast they could move, the two evaded they're pursuit. Black's sense of unease growing. "White, somethings off."

White slowed down, then stopped. "I think you're right,"

They're pursuit had lead them to the Musuem, the girl with the parasol waiting in front coyly, the Knight nowhere to be seen. Gone like a ghost.

White called down to her, while Black stared at the Museum.

"You, girl! Where is the man that was following you?"

She battered her lashes innocently, twirling her parasol, before pointing at herself.

"Yes! You, please answer our inquire."

She shrugged in a carefree manner.

"You are being very unhelpful, I'd appreciate it if you were to communicate with us."

She shook her head, getting up and walking away, with a skip in her step.

White narrowed her eyes, pointed her finger at the concrete, and create a wall of ice to trap her for questioning. Instead, the girl skated forward up the wall effortlessly, waving at the two, clearly amused.

Then disappeared, skating straight up into the air. Her Soul's signature going with her. White looked at Black. "Did that really happen? Or am I experiencing psychosis?"

"No, it happened."

"Then why do you sound so calm?"

"Because, I have something bigger to worry about."

"Which is?"

"Look at the Museum, look for traces of magic."

"Fine." White did so, looking at where the girl was first, noticing a faint, quickly fading trail of magic. Well, that proved that, she was something unnatural. "That girl was using Magic, Black!"

"Yeah, uh, just look at the museum."

"Alright, but I can't see what is ... so ... important. Black. Please tell me, I'm experiencing, psychosis. I'd really appreciate it, right now."

"Sorry, but we're both still sane. Or mostly sane."

"And, the Museum is lit up with enough magical power to flatten the city."

"Growing, it's still growing."

"Oh. That's bad, that's very bad. We need to get in there now!"

Black shook her head. "Bad idea, this amount of power? We go in, and we might set it off by accident, we need to investigate this, calmly and carefully. I think we still have time, too. It's power is growing, but it looks stable."

White grimaced. "I suppose, but it looks like we have a week at best, before whatever power this is activates."

"Then, we get in there this weekend, all of us, and investigate." Black said with finality. "Unless, we want Vale to be decimated by eldritch power?"

"No, I do not want that. I have investments here."

"Really? What kind?"

White thought for a moment. "It's a charity."

Black smiled. "That's nice."

"I also own several franchise through the city."

"Ok, richy-witchy."

White shrugged. "If the shoe fits, lets go find the others, they need to know."

Black nodded, and they took off.

At the same time a man with Grimm mask stalked shadows around the building, accompanied by a several beowolves, as he eyed the building. "Soon, payday, is so soon."

He looked up at where his mother slept in the sky, her pale face slowly slipping into darknes. She was waning, and soon, it would be a new moon, and his power would be at it's greatest, at least for a night, with no cursed lighted weakening him and his pets.

But, until then, he'd have to wait for payday, and make do with little jobs.

Then he turned around, stalking back into the city, looking for more treasures for himself.

Across the City, the short-woman with the parasol watched as The Shadow Knight and Yellow fought a group of Grimm, only for Yellow to stop.

"I gotta go," She said hastily, feeling the approach of her fellow magical girls. Yellow didn't want to get Shady involved with them right, now. Especially, considering the last time he met all of them at once. "I'll see you later!" Then took off.

The Shadow Knight gave her a wave as she left, then jerked his head, to make eye-contact with the Imp from last week. "What do you want?"

She smiled harmlessly, pointing at herself.

"You've been following me for awhile now, and I don't like that."

Parasol nodded, a smile on her face.

"I'm not some show for you to watch."

Parasol gave a patronizing smile, spreading her arms out in carefree manner. Then she ducked, as a slug ripped into the concrete next to her. She seemed shocked by the sudden violence, his barrel pointed at her.

He spread his arms out carelessly. "Oh? Did that bother you? It's just a game, you know? Nothing to worry about."

Parasol looking more amused than before, she gave him a shining white smile, with teeth that were too perfect to be human, blue him a kiss, before disappearing.

Shadow Knight sighed. "Why, do I know, this isn't the last time I'll have to deal with her?"

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Omake Two: Giant (Arc) Dad

At the Arc Catacombs, Jaune crawled bloody, near-death, but not beaten. He pulled himself down the cold stone stairs, a trail of dark blood behind him, he pulled too hard, throwing himself down the steps in a mess of limbs. He hit the ground hard.

Around him, spectral faces looked at him, as the Oldest walked towards him, her flaming skull looking at him with pity. "I need strength," He breathed raggedly.

The Oldest nodded, and he floated behind her, into a dark room within.

Outside, forces of Villains and Grimm waited for the Knight to return, so they could end him once and for all.

Then they heard it, the clank of armor, and the sound dub-step blaring from the tomb. Fear began to consume them, as the bronze mask of Father stared back at them from the darkness, he stepped out of the darkness.

He wore heavy, stone plate armor, that was so old it appeared green from the moss that grew on it. The plates themselves easily several inches think, it was beyond any rational thought any mortal man could wear such armor, as he moved light as feather.

In his right hand was oversized sword, known as a zweihander, holding it aloft with ease, glowing with chaotic flames.

On his back was light sheild that glowed with a faint green power, that flowed into his back.

He stopped moving, holding his arms out to the world as if to say, 'well, what is it?' Then asked a dreadful sentence. "What rings you got bitch?"

The gather foes fled for their lives, even the Grimm, as the sound of dub-step increased, and he swung his Zweihander, saying, "Fire up the base-cannon!"

There were no survivors.

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athenodora-sulpicia-writer · 2 years ago

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Daughter of the House of Black

Summary: Aurora is the younger sister of Sirius Black and as the Christmas Holidays begin, the pair of siblings along with one of their best friends, Remus Lupin, return to Kings Cross station and all prepare to go their separate ways home for the holidays but not before getting into some mischief.

A/N: Hi guys this is my first Harry Potter short Fanfic so i hope you all like it, there is a second half included in this that's just something really sweet that I just had to write.

My fancast for Walburga Black is Eva Green.

Warnings: None.

"Sirius wait up!" I called out to my brother who had already left the train and was no waltsing about the platform, whilst I struggled to pull my trunk along with me off the train.

I shouted for him again, trying to catch his attention over the massive crowd that had quickly formed across the platform, unlike last time he'd actually heard me this time but his response was no more helpful then just ignoring me, as he met my eyes and decided to simply stick his tongue out at me before having the audacity to tell me to hurry up.

"Here let me help Aura," I heard a voice next to me say and quickly saw Remus as he began to take my trunk off my hands with a slight grunt at how heavy it was. "What've you got in here Aurora?" He asked me as he tried to balance the weight of my trunk to make it easier to carry, "enchanted bricks?"

I couldn't help but laugh as my werewolf friend struggled to carry my bag, I was grateful but there was always room to poke fun with the boys. "Yep, did it especially for you Remus, thought you could stand to loose a few pounds," It took all the restraint in me to not laugh at my own joke, as we quickly left the train to catch up to my, quite frankly, rude brother.

"Took your time you two," Sirius was quick to find, as he was leaning against the wall closest to the exit, like the egotistical idiot he was, I bet he thought he looked so charming.

"Well unlike you brother, Remus here is a gentlemen and offered a helping hand, though the same can't be said for you." I spoke annoyed at him, as I stood in front of him with my arms folded securely in front me but still he looked at me with that stupid smile of his.

"Oh don't be like that Aurora," Sirius said to me as he clamped his hand down on my shoulder, "Your better off saving your annoyance and anger for when we get home." And with that Sirius released his hand on my shoulder and motioned for us all to get going and so we did.

The Crisp winter air back at Hogwarts was nearly unbearable but now that we were back down in London the weather was far more bearable which was amazing for me but with the snow still fresh and my company being to fifteen year old boys it didn't take very long for the snowballs to start flying and the words.

"Snowball fight!" To be shouted into the air and very quickly I was apart of a snow war between two Gryffindors and myself a Slytherin.

Quickly, all our luggage had been discarded on the nearby pavement, as we began to play out on the open streets not to far away from home.

The rules were always the same in the sense that there really weren't any, you get hit that's a point to the person who threw it and if you don't hit someone, well that was just sad.

The scores were currently fairly even. Sirius was on 7, Remus on 5 and I was on 6. Yes, I was currently coming second but Sirius played dirty, yet regardless of that I wasn't going to loose, not only was I a Slytherin, I was also a Black and defeat was a concept I'd never quite been able to grasp

When Sirius was distracted by Remus' oncoming assaults, I knew it was the perfect chance to take my victory. Quickly whilst everyone's attention was elsewhere I took my wand out of my pocket and with a simply spell placed on my mountain of snow next to me, all the work was done for me and Sirius was now being attacked from all sides by my snowballs.

Yes I was fourteen and technically that meant I was performing underage magic but a little charm here and a little hex there, the government rarely ever got to choked up about it.

"Aurora what... Hey stop it you little imp.... that's cheating!" Sirius tried to shout out between yelps and cries from my snowball assault but his cries fell on death's ear as me and Remus looked at each and took great joy at watching his pain.

"I thought there were no rules Brother, isn't that what you said three years ago when we started this?" I asked him as I quickly whipped my wand out and made my attack come to an end.

Then me and Remus were walking other to Sirius he was now lying on the opposite street, trying to recover from the ordeal. Now standing over my Brother's body I heard Remus say.

"Why Padfoot are you getting cold feet?" I saw the glint in Remus' eyes as he took the mick out of the Gryffindor lying on the floor.

"Of course not Moony, I'm simply...um... taking a moment to enjoy the scenery," I couldn't help but laugh at my brother's jovial sarcasm and as I helped him up from the floor I couldn't stop smiling from his antics.

"Come on Sirius, we better hurry up before Mother and Father Crucio us both into the next century," I explained as I helped brush off some of the snow that was covering his clothes.

"Fair enough sister,' He replied and then we were both saying a quick goodbye to Remus and wishing him a happy holiday before we both retrieved our luggage and made our way home.

Soon enough we were standing in front of the place we both called home, 12 Grimmauld Place. Almost in sync we looked to one another and had a quick glancing conversation before walking up to the front door and knocking twice.

within a moment of knocking the door was being opened and we were greeted in by Kreacher, who was quick to take our bags as we both entered the hallway of our home.

"What time do you call this!" A voice me and Sirius knew all to well shouted out and soon our Father was walking into the hallway from the adjoining drawing room, our Mother following closely behind.

"What on earth did you both do to your clothes?" That was our mother's voice sounding out from where she stood by the staircase next to our Father.

Well this was certainly a warm welcome as usual but neither me nor Sirius truly had courage to speak just yet. I could somewhat understand why Father was upset and currently staring us both down as if we'd robbed Gringotts but I couldn't quite fathom why Mother was so annoyed.

But then through the horrid silence that followed I began to hear the quiet dripping of water and with a quick glance to the floor, I realised that the snow that we had dusted off our clothes had melted and was now dripping on the wooden floorboards and suddenly I felt the cold impact of my soaked clothes and then my confusion over our mothers annoyance was cleared.

"We're sorry for being late Father, we got distracted and ended up having a slight incident in the snow," I tried to explain in a timid voice but I refused to look my Father directly in the eyes, so instead I settled on looking at him through my brows.

He was still angry and clearly unimpressed with us but I knew how quickly that anger could turn volatile and so with my head still downcast I continued, "We're both very sorry and we promise it will never happen again."

Often in times like this I tended to answer for the both of us, regardless of me being the youngest by a single year, I knew how uncomfortable our parents made Sirius feel, so I often tried to vouch for the both of us.

"We'll discuss this another time, now both of you get upstairs and clean yourselves up," Our Father's words were quick and left no room for arguing and as such we were both quick to follow his instructions and began to ascend the stairs.

_________________ If anything I'd say earlier's ordeal went quite smoothly, especially for in this house. I was half expecting for me and Sirius to at least receive some sort of punishment but no there was none. After allowing the events to play through my head as I washed myself and got ready, I eventually put the lack of punishment down to it being the Christmas Holidays and the fact that we'd be leaving for the Families Manor, which was currently occupied by Grandfather Arcturus, like we did every year.

I was currently sitting at my dressing table in my room, I'd probably been sat there for much longer than I should have been but daydreaming and thinking was far more appealing than finishing getting ready and attempting to pack.

As I sat gazing into my vanity mirror, i heard a knock sound out and turning to face the door, I saw my mother walking in. She was still dressed in her daily robes (basically a black dress), and I couldn't help but look, for a moment, slightly dumbfounded as to why she was here.

"Mother, is everything alright?" I asked her uncertainly as I watched as she closed my door behind her and walked over to me.

"Everything is fine sweetheart," my mother said kindly "May I?" She then asked gesturing towards my hairbrush which was resting in front of me on my vanity.

I gave her a slight nod and then she picked the brush up and began to brush through the dark tresses of my hair. It wasn't that odd that she was brushing my hair, I often enjoyed it when she did, it was just odd since not many hours ago she was telling me and Sirius off along with our Father.

"You've always had such lovely hair," She commented contentedly, as she replaced the brush with her hands as she began to plait my hair. "I remember when you were little and we feared you were going to be bald for the rest of your life because your hair just wouldn't grow."

She laughed as she continued to weave her hands through my hair and I couldn't help but chuckle slightly at that. I'd scene so many of my baby and toddler pictures and in each one it truly did look as if I had no hair.

"I remember the pictures, Druella called me a gremlin for it and I remember how mad you and Aunt Cassie and Lucy got." I chuckled once again as the memory of that day flashed through my mind.

Druella said I couldn't be a child of Black because I had no trace of the classic dark curls, she'd insulted me as I was playing with my Mother and Aunt Lucretia, I actually thought Mother was going to Crucio her and I remember distinctly how Aunt Cassiopeia practically spat out her mouthful of tea.

"It was a good thing my brother loved her so much or she would have left our home with a missing limb," I knew Mother wasn't joking and I couldn't help but smile at that. I was no stranger to her inconsistent bouts cruelty but it was moments like these that I truly loved and wanted to be with my Mama.

"I think Aunt Lucy would have gladly helped, though I also think Aunt Cassie would have just enjoyed the show." I joked to my mother and watched from the mirror how her face broke out into a broad smile as she finished tying off the plait.

"I couldn't agree more sweetheart," she spoke softly has her head leaned down and she gave my own head a gentle kiss before continuing, "now I believe it's time for bed, we have to be at the Manor early tomorrow."

She explained to me and before I could answer verbally my body let out a tired yawn and I began to struggle to keep my eyes open long enough.

I quickly hopped into bed with my Mother standing by my bedside, then once I was lying down on my pillows she grabbed ahold of the duvet and pulled the covers over me before perching herself on the side of my bed.

for a moment neither one of us said anything and Mother just looked at me with the kindest blue eyes, she began to slowly brush my cheek with the back of her hand and I couldn't help but nuzzle into the warm touch, smiling at her.

"My beautiful witch," she whispered almost breathlessly and then her hand stilled on my cheek.

"Goodnight my little light," And as I was quickly drifting off to sleep I felt my mother's soft lips atop my forehead and now I didn't want her to leave, I wanted her to stay the night just so I wouldn't have to loose this moment.

"Mama will you stay, please I'll sleep better?" I asked her with a tired voice and hoped she'd say yes.

"Not tonight my little love, perhaps another night alright," She spoke so sweetly that I couldn't argue as I knew her words were genuine and hinted with the tiniest of guilt.

"Alright, night Mama," Was the last I said to her before she left and I fell asleep quickly, knowing I'd have to be well rested for the next week at the Manor with the whole family for the Holidays. ____________________

Hi guys I hope you all like this, just something a bit different and let me know if you want a part two.

#walburga black #lucretia black #cassiopeia black #black family #sirius black #marauders #remus lupin #harry potter #orion black #hogwarts #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #aurora #eva green

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thessalian · 8 months ago

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Thess vs Greenwich Market

So. Laundry's in the dryer cycle, the last batch of cookies is cooling (I just decided to bake, like, all of them), I used the kitchen time to boil some more potatoes for potato salad and those are also cooling, so now I'm going to take a minute to explain my Adventure from yesterday. And coincidentally also explain why my feet hurt so very much.

See, there's this place in Greenwich Market called The Fudge Patch. An old friend of mine who I mostly see on Facebook these days recommended it - apparently he goes fairly regularly and last month they had a deal on delivery fees, so I tried some and I loved it. Then I discovered that some of the flavours they have in store were not available on the website - specifically, coffee fudge. Which ... well, you guys know me well enough to know I just simply had to have. So I decided to look up how one might get to Greenwich from my little chunk of London. Turns out it's not that far - only takes a couple of buses. So I decided that if I was having a not-too-bad day Saturday and if the weather was decent, I would go and get this coffee fudge.

Yesterday, as far as I could tell when I woke up, was sunny and bright and I wasn't feeling too bad. So I thought, "Great! I will go to Greenwich Market". Even checked to see if there were any pharmacies in the vicinity so I could pick up the mallet meds I needed. There were, in fact, two. (This will come into play later.) So off I went on the bus.

Decided to do the pharmacies first, and discovered that neither of these two chain pharmacies had a pharmacy counter at those outlets. I mean, I guess it might have something to do with the fact that the place is very much for tourists - the National Maritime Museum and the Cutty Sark are both there. So I sighed a little, and decided to take a quick trip to local bookstore. Bought a Neil Gaiman short story anthology and a copy of Max Brooks' World War Z (far superior to the movie, as far as I've ever been able to tell), and then went to the market.

Greenwich Market is ... squished. Cramped. Lots of lovely things in a very small space. Which was not precisely easy for me to navigate, especially since I made the tactical error of entering via the food court and an awful lot of people were standing around eating while blocking the entrance into the main market. Then I had to hobble through very small aisles between stalls. I did look at some of the pretties, but not too closely because too many people. So I decided that, while the market proper would get a decent look on some other day when we're not at the start of a bank holiday weekend, I should just get my fudge and be on my way, preferably via a pharmacy.

The shop was also small, and a lot of it was devoted to the area where the fudge slabs were sliced and stored (and also probably packaged for delivery). There were a couple of people in ahead of me and the first thing I heard from the guy running the shop (mid-60s minimum, one of those wiry guys who gets tough and leathery-looking when they get older, long hair, receding hairline, big beard, very engaging grin) was, "No, seriously, take a sample! We are happy for you to taste everything!" and talking about how even if you don't want fudge right now, and leave without buying anything, he's happy to give samples because you might think of the place the next time you want fudge, or a gift for a fudge-lover on holidays, or when you're recommending a treat to a friend. Good way to do business, frankly. So I tried some of the lemon sherbet fudge he was offering (which was really good; I decided at that moment to go for a five-slab box again, and that to be one of the five) and told him that I was very specifically there because I'd ordered some for delivery but the flavour I was most interested in wasn't available online. He asked which one, and when I told him, he went, "Oh; we will definitely rectify that!" So I might be responsible for the coffee fudge hitting the delivery list. Huzzah!

Anyway, he practically insisted that I try a sample of the coffee fudge, since I'd come there especially for it, and in the process he noticed my pin badges. As I ordered my selection (coffee, lemon sherbet, raspberry sorbet, cinnamon swirl, and peanut butter), first he said, "Decisive person; knows what they want. I like it!" and noticed my pin badges - specifically the D&D themed ones. He said he didn't play but that he was peripherally interested in the whole thing and I told him that the fudge was at least partly gaming snacks. To my utter surprise, he asked what I was throwing at my players this weekend. No stranger has ever asked me anything that specific about my gaming before. So I told him and that was a thing.

That brought us to Warhammer, and sideways into books - apparently he's at the penultimate book of the Horus Heresy. Since we were recommending books and he was almost at the end of an apparently very long series, I made a recommendation of my own - the Locked Tomb. When trying to tell him what it was about, the best I could come up with that was short enough not to be too spoilery or involved was "necromancer lesbians in space". The young woman who was packaging up fudge looked up for the first time at that point, going, "Oooh!" and the guy slammed his fist on the counter in a very Thor-like kind of way (you know, the "I like this! ANOTHER!" thing) and said, "YES. Why has no one done this before? I need this!" So I wrote down the title of the first book for him; he can get the rest from there.

Last little bit of discussion was Patrick Rothfuss, who I told him I only knew from his time on Critical Role, and described the letter he wrote to Keyleth in-character a bit. And by then, my fudge was packaged and it was time for me to be on my way. But I think he sincerely hoped I'd be back sometime. Which was nice. Either way, one of the best shopping experiences I've had in a long time.

Then I had to find a bus stop to head in a home-ward direction. This took awhile, because that particular bit of Greenwich has a lot of one-way streets. Finally found it after a bit of a walk, during which I noticed that the sky was going from sunshine and blue to dark and grey. Well, fuck. Waited a bit for the bus, and didn't notice until I was basically on it that it was only going halfway to where I needed it to go. However, it was stopping at New Cross, so there might be a pharmacy there. Even if not, there's a big Sainsbury's, and the start of a bus route that takes me past at least two pharmacies and about a block closer to home than the one I would have taken if it'd stopped at Peckham like it was supposed to. Unfortunately, it let me off a fair distance from the big Sainsbury's, and there were no pharmacies. Woe.

Stopped at the big Sainsbury's, picked up some vegetables and treated myself to a can of root beer, and waited for the bus. That's when it started to rain. "Fuck", was my only real comment to that. There is nothing more annoying than standing at the start of the route, weighed down with shopping, watching the bus driver fuck around, and knowing you can't complain because they are entitled to breaks too. Honestly, I would have just been happy enough with a bench. But nope.

Anyway, bus finally got moving, got as far as Dulwich, got off near a pharmacy, picked up my mallet meds, back to the bus stop, ten minute wait for the next bus, and finally home - tired, sore, but triumphant.

...Then I started cooking dinner, which was roast chicken. I did really well, too. First I discovered that sage and lemon balm are a nice combination of herbs to stuff into the cavity; gives a really nice flavour to the meat, especially in combination with an onion and an entire bulb of garlic. Then I discovered that whatever I did to that chicken (might have been the slight oiling and salting of the skin before I put it in the oven, or maybe the herbs, or both), it resulted in the chicken being exceptionally juicy and tender. As in, when I went to carve off a leg for dinner, the thigh bone just kind of ... fell out. So ... that was good.

Boiled up the carcass, too - onion, garlic, herbs and all. May have boiled it too long, mind you. Or maybe not; what I have is a highly concentrated stock-jelly, of sorts. I figure I do what I would do with stock cubes or those little pots of jelly stock you can get at the grocery store - water it down and heat it, and stock will ensue. Which is good, because the leftover chicken breast is going to be risotto later.

But not today. Today I have done enough, and on top of what I did yesterday, I deserve more of a break. But that's why I have so many reheatables - on days when I have simply Ceased To Can, I can stick a thing in the microwave but still have home-cooked niceness.

So that was my Adventure. The lemon sherbet fudge is already gone, sad to say. But I still have more fudge, so that's nice. No major regrets for the Adventure, but man do I hurt, especially on top of the Adulting. I mean, hell, I mopped the kitchen floor today. Which would be more impressive if the kitchen weren't the approximate size of a postage stamp, but there we are. I have leftovers and fudge and cookies, plus still a lot of my proper American Sour Patch Kids, and I will have potato salad, and eventually some chicken katsu curry and risotto and chili and...

Look, if it's going to hurt no matter what I make myself to eat, I'm going to make sure the things I'm hurting myself to make are fucking worth it.

#Thess cooks #Thess is a motherfucking adult

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babydinojojo · 5 months ago

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Day 18(8/12/24)

Man, a lot has happened in this past month and shit. Some good, some bad, some I don't fuckin know. Well let's start with the good.

Summer youth finally ended and shit thank god I don't have to go back to that hell hole if a camp ever again, and I'm glad I'm also away from them annoying little spoiled brats, and bro when I say their brain rot is really bad, IT'S BAD! Bro I kid you not these kids were saying "What the sigma" "Skibbdi" and shit and like... Is their generation really fuckin screwed???? These fuckin kids bro were spoiled like how do y'all have iPads at such a young age :/, and not to mention this kid named Ky and that girls table was nice until they got to the last two weeks. The boys table was just straight up annoying, Yes Rohan you were annoying especially nigga always got 15 minutes off gym EVERY FUCKING day except the last 2 days he was here. If I'm being honest here I'd never work with kids again in anyway shape and/or form again.

Me and Vanni celebrated our one year anniversary two weeks ago today, and yea we did a movie sorta marathon, but I enjoyed it at least! We watched this movie, well I forgot what it was called, but it was like this guy had DiD and Vann Vann mentioned how Will was meant to be like this except the DiD part. Well we also got our relationship back on track after..... THAT happened and hey we've been going strong for the past month and frankly I haven't really talked to anyone but her in the past couple of months. I've kinda cut off my friends and sorta just surrounded myself with her, and frankly I'm glad I did, my friends would've just gotten in the way of everything, they're nothing but burdens on me, and hell I don't even consider some of them real fuckin friends. I mean me and Angel still talk but that ain't nothing really, we was close but not anymore and frankly I'm ok with it.

I haven't told Vanni this yet, but I recently discovered what's been preventing me from regressing as of lately. It's my brother, surprise surprise, he's been preventing me from regressing, and it just makes me sad cause he never treats me with any sorts of respect nor does my sister. She hates me for legit no reason at all, and I never did anything to her. Yesterday she fuckin hit me on the head for legitimately no reason and shit and frankly I'm tired of the way she treats me. I never did anything to her at all and I'm frankly confused in why she treats me like this. It's like my sister and brother are both against me for no reason.

Jayden got a new girlfriend, and deadass I fucking hate her annoying ass. They always calling each and EVERY moment of every day and it's like bro why???? I don't call Vanni every waking minute of the day, and yet he does????? Mom tried to do something about it yesterday and she lectured him about him treating me like my equal... Yea you wonder why my grades lower than usual. It's cause of that dumbass. Nigga is ALWAYS on the phone late fucking night and I'm always so damn sleepy to the point where I always forget things or overlook things sometimes this is just ridiculous. Mom rarely does anything about it, and she just lectures him and shit and don't really do anything about it, she just tells him to go to bed and shit and never just.... This is just making me upset just talking about it...

Tigger Warning: Contents from here might involve Depression/Suicidal thoughts/Self Harm

I always had this thought on myself lately where I was just a burden to everyone I know, and even to Vanni, and it's like... I don't know why people want to be around me at this point... I overlook shit, I don't listen, I'm a overweight piece of shit who does nothing but slob away on the couch/in his room all day, and lately every day waking up and getting out of bed has been feeling like a chore. I always let everyone down, I let my parents down with my bad grades and the fact I weight the exact weight as my mom..., my sister hates me for no reason...., my brother doesn't even care about my feelings, I'm always gaslighted or manipulated by everyone in they mother, It's just... I feel like nobody cares about my feelings or ask how I'm doing. I always ask people and shit how they're doing, but yet they never did the same for me....

You know if they're one thing that comforts me at night, it's just... there's an escape from this world. I already planned it out in my head, but it'll never happen cause I don't wanna commit offing myself...

On one faithful day, I was gonna pull up to school but put my stuff down in the library and watch some of the last YouTube videos I'll ever watch... I order a lunch from the cheesecake factory and pick it up from there, and it's a very big meal. It'll be my last one after all. I'll eat it slowly and savor every last bite eating slowly... once I finish it and my drink along with my snacks... I'll say my final goodbyes to my parents, my siblings, and my friends.... and then Vanni.... it'll be one of the most heartbreaking, and gut wrenching goodbyes I would ever give someone... The amount of times I would apologize for doing this too her... But I can't take it anymore..... I wouldn't block her, and since she'll have access to all my social medias I'll give her full control of them from here on out... I love you Vanni... Always and forever... Please cherish the memories and love we've had for each other and thank you being apart of my life, I'll always be forever grateful for it... You really made one of the biggest impacts in my life and I thank you for trying each and everyday and for taking care of yourself... I'll see you in the next life one day Vanni... You'll have control of all my social medias from this day on you can do whatever you please.... After that final goodbye to Vanni... I'll delete my discord, and instagram accounts and uninstall the apps. I'll put my phone into my bag and leave the bag as I slowly walk out of the library and take one last look at the school I went to.... I walked myself to the Bryant Park train station and took a few trains too the East River... I jumped into the water and go deep effectively ending my pain.... As my soul leaves this world never to return...

But then again.... I have so much to live for after all. If I committed suicide I would be hurting everyone who loved me and cared about me to begin with. I can't do that to Vanni or my family.... I don't know I just feel depressed and sad at the moment, and if you come to think of it... I guess I did it too myself.

Onto the next Journal entry... or to emotionally manipulated or gaslighted because I don't know how to speak up for myself for Jack shit! Fuck my life man

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therunneroffaith · 1 year ago

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I'm back. I never wanted to be back, but I'm back.

I don't really know how to feel about this return but here I am. In need of an escape, solice from my thoughts maybe but I need to vent. To understand my thoughts.

It's been about five years since my last post, unfortunately it seems the hue has darkened. I feel lonier than ever, things feel as bleak as ever and frankly I pray I can't make things any worse.

There was once hope of the better, maybe a year ago. As I tried hard to change my path, unfortunately partially due to my own lack of discipline in the last few months the slight benefit has become another problem.

The order of this post will flow freely as my thoughts permit, frankly nowadays my thoughts swirl so loudly and quickly at times with worries and disappointments I barely feel that silence I wish for. Which explains the increasing search for distractions. I'd like to get hold of that one day, to be content enough with my life to not need to distract myself from my inaddequacies.

I'd like clarity of mind again, peace and some true relaxation, where I don't have to worry about how I'll get through the month or how I'll fund my future. That's all I ever think about, all the time. All the time.

I've never felt this much pressure, whether it started from others, myself or wherever. Either way I feel it, maybe it's a midlife crisis or something. Chasing anything that might make me feel valued or worthwhile. I think I need to do better, I think I owe it to myself to find structure, discipline and hopefully focus.

Rather than chasing each quick dopamine hit thats available, I'd like to play the long game. I'd like to change my destiny for real, to be like my friends who are financially comfortable. Why do I have to be different, why does my story have to be the dark one? Right now my expectations of life are the lowest they've been, I don't know if I still have hope but I'm trying.

I pray, I can pull through. I pray God will work in me to pull through. I've been to my lowest lows, I've been to a place where I don't recognise myself. Now I want to go to the next place, the place that makes me feel strong, happy, empowered, confident and fulfilled.

I truly hope things change for the better soon, now I don't know when that will be. For some reason things haven't worked recently, but I think it's time to reign in the chase of dopamine and be stricter with myself.

I'll be back to share the thoughts I struggle to, I think I need it.

Once again, I hope to look back on this profile one day as a memory. Hopefully in appreciation of where I am and where I once was, lets see.

The Runner of Faith.

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lonelywhalien22 · 2 years ago

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I love our long messages! Don't stop LOL :')

Yoongi is also my favorite rapper in BTS!!! AGHAKDFJDKF 🤣😂 I definitely feel you with Hobi - he carved out his own little niche in the rap world! My mom actually really likes him because of this!

I'm the same way when it comes to theories and stuff LOL - when I was deep into the fandom in 2018 and everyone was trying to piece together HYYH + LYS storyline, I was so lost - I just enjoyed the cinematic MV's 🤣😂

Omg yay!!! 'Trigger the Fever' is one my favorite songs ever from them! It just makes me really happy 🤗 You're correct! It was one of the songs on the latter part of the setlist before the (multiple?) encore!

Omg omg 'Golden Hour' LOL - I have so many thoughts 🤣 Given the teasers with the bigheaded characters and Mark's furry mask, I literally went in thinking this would be awkward and quirky as hell LOL. When the song started, I was genuinely impressed and I was like "Mark getting out of his loser era . . .???" UNTIL THE DAMN "I CAN'T MAKE EGGS" line LMAO - I had to pause for a minute because I was laughing so hard. My friend thought it was corny, but I actually liked the talking interlude part - Man's had a point :3

I feel you about the extra umph with Kpop! My parents keep wondering when I'm going to phase out of it, but I don't think I ever will frankly. So much effort is put into this beyond music. No judgement - you jam out to 'Sticker' if you like it 😂 We need fans like you too <3 How was The Link tour? Ten is my NCT ult too (as much as I simp about Renjun 💀😂). I also have a soft spot for Yangyang and like . . . lol a 'thing' for Xiaojun 😅

Bestie! You're booked and busy this year, huh?! Tbh, I don't know a lot about ATEEZ 😅 I tried to get into them a while ago, but idk, nothing was really clicking. They have a few songs that I do like though! If you have more suggestions, I'd be open to them :) I'm so so happy you got to see them twice!!! Crossing my fingers for the best that you get to see them again 💙

MOTS was supposed to be my first ever concert too 😭💔 My mom got tickets for us LMAO and she actually managed to snatch AMAZING seats too (it was like level 100, second row or something really close). Honestly, I don't think I will see them in this lifetime - I have bad luck with BTS concerts even before they were super mega popular :') I tried for AGUST D (even bought the dang membership again LOL) and didn't get into the ARMY presale. My friend did manage to get VIP, but I'm terrified of the GA for her 😬😅

You'll have to keep me updated about all your concert experiences to come!!! Amidst new jobs, moving, etc., I can only afford one more concert this year (since I have to travel for most of them and that's an additional cost 😞) and I'm banking all my money on SVT 😭 They are my ults and I wanna see OT13 before the m-word starts 😥

Otherwise if timing doesn't work out well with my new job and I don't get to see them, I think I'm going to try for LSFM or Red Velvet. Do you like any gg's btw? I totally forgot that Baekhyun is having a world tour too????? Besides B.I's Waterfall album, BAMBI was definitely my most played album of 2020 🤣😂 CHEF'S KISSES - he never fails to surprise us just when I think something is his best work yet.

SZA must've been something else!! I've only heard good things about her shows. We'll see about Ed Sheeran and if time/money allows! I'll keep you updated. I don't doubt Taylor Swift will have another show!! Rooting for you~

@twogyuu I’m still highkey embarrassed/ashamed of the length of what follows but you said you didn’t mind the long messages so…

Yeah in terms of kpop being a phase - I told myself that for awhile and I tried so hard not to fall into it more after BTS but there are just so many amazing groups and songs out there. And when c*vid hit I had way too much time on my hands, so yeah...me and kpop are basically trauma-bonded now lol 😂 But for real it’s only increased my love of music and creativity in general so I’m happy to have come across it!

Friend, I’m so sorry you experienced the trauma of the MOTS tour as well. And oof don’t break my delusional heart…I still stupidly have hope that somehow BTS will give us one more OT7 tour after the military 🥺. Even if they can’t do the choreo anymore and I’ve become an actual adult by the time it happens (🤣) I will still wanna see/hear them with my actual eyeballs and ears lol. I have to believe I’ll have another chance to see them all together. And omg, sending well wishes for your friend…I’m a short girlie and one thing about concerts for me - I absolutely cannot do GA, ever. I won’t be able to see and I gotta deal with people all over me...That mosh pit scene in pretty lies was literally just me randomly writing out one of my greatest fears lol…nope nope nope!!!

The Link tour was fun, getting to see them and all, but I was honestly sad that they didn't perform much of any songs from their newest album - I think it was literally only 2 Baddies (the title track) and Faster 🙁. This newest album of theirs is one of my absolute faves they've released (almost no skips) and I really wanted to hear more of it live, especially Gold Dust and 1,2,7 (Time Stops). But I loved seeing Mark and Taeyong riff off each other during rap songs, Doyoung's voice was absolutely beautiful during his solo songs, MOON TAEIL also slaying vocals, Johnny shirtless lol (but for real - the entire performance of Focus from that set to the choreo was one of the most memorable parts, everyone killed it vocally and performance wise <3), Yuta's amazing Butterfly solo performance, Jaehyun being effortlessly flirty, Jungwoo looking gorgeous irl. And they did a lot of their hits so I really can't complain (faves live were Kick It, Cherry Bomb, Lemonade, Touch, Highway to Heaven, FAVORITE (my fave hehe), and of course Sticker lol 💀). It was a total party! Also Taeyong talking to the audience was too f-ing cute, like I can't - he's actually so soft irl lol 😂

And are we sharing the same braincells??? Because I was originally gonna say this in the last post but didn't wanna sound like I was being selective but like…besides being in awe of Ten, I'm specifically trash for Yang Yang and Xiaojun of WayV 😳😂 For Yang Yang - time of death was when he and Ten released Low Low. The song is such a bop and when I saw his smile at timestamp 0:12 in the mv I was like…yeah I want him. And then his entire part in the first verse of that song like...ugh I totally fell for those lyrics (ik embarrassing) lol. Like the deal was basically sealed after that. Idk what it is about him but he just has this inexplicable charm…like whatever “it” is, he has it. Idk I don't make the rules. And Xiaojun? He is p r e t t y, ok? I am basic. Like do you see how thick his eyebrows are??? But like also his voice and he’s so soft and idk ok imma stop ALKJDLFKF. But for real I gotta see them all live because I just know their concert would be a total party. Sooo many b.o.p.s.

Also don’t feel bad if Ateez isn’t your thing!!! Funny story but the first song I ever heard from them was Wave and I was like oh this is cute, lemme check them out, and then I randomly chose HALA HALA out of all of their mvs to watch as an introduction and I was like - tf??? 🤣 And then I literally didn’t look into them again for like 6 months to a year bc I just did not get why that song was so popular and like now it’s one of my favorites 🤣 They do tend to lean darker for their cb tracks and if that isn’t ur cup of tea, that’s totally cool! I just can’t stop myself from bringing them up in any kpop convo bc I l*ve them lol. But if you really want recs from their discography, idk what kind of sound you gravitate towards so i’ll give you a mix (it’s also bc i love talking abt them and their music so indulge my Atiny brainrot for one last time hehe)

*IF I STAR IT LIKE THIS THESE ARE MY PERSONAL FAVES OF EACH VIBE BUT I LIST MORE AS WELL BC PEOPLE HAVE DIFFERENT TASTES LOL*

If you like softer/more chill/comfort I’d check out - *WITH U*, My Way, *Wave*, *Illusion*, *Sunrise*, *Aurora*, Dancing Like Butterfly Wings, *Promise*, If Without You, *THANK U*, *FEVER*, *Turbulence*, Twilight, *One Day At a Time*, Light, Stay, *Better*, *Time of Love*, Celebrate, *The Letter*, and All About You.

If you like emotional ballads I’d recommend - *Be With You*, *Star 1117*, *Turbulence*, *Not Too Late*, and *MIST*.

If you wanna hear fan-faves/powerful/iconic performance/choreo/hype type stuff (what made me stan them basically) I’d recommend - *Say My Name*, Answer, *Deja Vu*, ROCKY, *The Real*, *Pirate King*, *Treasure* *HALAZIA*, *HALA HALA*, *WONDERLAND*, *WIN*, *Guerrilla*, *INCEPTION*, and *Fireworks* <I’d def recommend watching the mvs for these recs.

Spicy recs if ur into that hehe (watch mv/vid performances) - *Inception*, *Cyberpunk*, *The Ring*, *Fireworks* (ESP. the beginning of the mv), *Deja Vu*, Sector 1 (once again, specifically the beginning lol).

And then if this is getting a little tldr (ik it is i’m so sorry) and I could only choose 5 6 7 songs that define Ateez/songs to inject into my veins I would choose Pirate King, Say My Name, Star 1117, Aurora, HALA HALA, Wave, and The Real.

Did I literally spend a disgustingly long amount of time happily categorizing the bulk of their discography? Yes, yes I did. And I very much enjoyed it 🤪

Also, you don’t have to do this immediately (or ever) if it’s a hassle, but I am still quite new to seventeen’s discography (yay!!!) so if you ever wanna share your song recs (some faves from what I've sporadically encountered so far are Darl+ing, Left & Right, Fear, Do Re Mi, Cheers, *DON'T WANNA CRY omg*, Ready to love, Rock with you, _WORLD, Home, Chilli, Anyone, and Thinkin' about you) + any other content that made you really really like them I would absolutely love that <3 bonus points if the other content involves mingyu, wonwoo, vernon, and/or seungcheol bc i need bias receipts 😏

But enough about MEN. Heck yeah I listen to girl groups!!! Actually, before I found BTS or even knew what the heck kpop was, I remember listening to Taeyeon (before I knew SNSD lol) and Red Velvet. They were my true gateway into kpop. It was like 2016 or 2017, and I was dabbling in Korean R&B (I could go down a whole rabbit hole of recs in this genre too, but i won’t here - feel free to ask more if ur interested in that genre), and I remember really liking Eric Nam’s Interview album at the time (esp. the song Good For You <3). And so I was pouring through his discography and fell in love with this song called Spring Love that he did with Wendy (love Like Water btw). And then from there I learned she was part of a group and I found Red Velvet!!! I played the heck out of their songs, and I could literally list their entire discography, but some of the first gems I ever heard where I was like oh yeah they’re special were One of these Nights, Would U, and of course the iconic Bad Boy. Those women can sing. The harmonies??? The vocals??? Total queens. When they released their most recent album I was playing Feel My Rhythm nonstop in the car for a few weeks - like the people in my passenger’s seat hated me lol but like...the key change at the end??? How can you only listen to that once??? And then the song In My Dreams…my hopelessly romantic, pining heart approves. And like Seulgi??? She’s so cool bruh lol. Loved her song Who Are You with BamBam, and her solo album was so great!!! The cover image for that album is just so iconic to me for some reason. I absolutely loved the entire concept. I am praying they announce US tour dates for Red Velvet 😭 For Taeyeon, 11:11, I Blame on You, Fine, and I (ft. Verbal Jint) were in regular rotation. Her voice is absolutely stunning and it’s like she’s singing straight into your heart or something. Just gives me the feels - like I begin feeling whatever emotion she’s putting into the song. Ugh. And she continues to spit out bops - What Do I Call You, WEEKEND (literally feels like a Friday when that one comes on <3), Can’t Control Myself (obsessed with this song + concept such a vibe), INVU (the way I memorized that little hand movement of the letters that she does in the chorus 💀). Heck - Hotel del Luna is literally on my list of kdramas to watch purely because of her beautiful song from the soundtrack (I think the translated title is All About You) 😭😭😭

And there are so many other great girl groups in kpop!!! Can’t list them all but dangit if I’m not gonna try - first of all I gotta shout out my girls StayC (stayc girls, it’s goin down.) Probably my fave of the newer gen groups and for me their discography is like no skips, esp. their YOUNG-LUV.COM EP. Then there’s Everglow with their insane choreography (the song First like omggg that ones prob my favorite besides La Di Da) and their hypnotizing pre chorus mottos. Like idk how they do it but they always have like some insanely catchy little saying or something right before they go into the chorus or like the chorus is crazy catchy like what the heck lol. Got into WJSN after Queendom, and their most recent release Last Sequence - like omg…the chorus and post-chorus of that song is like a literal d r u g. I gotta catch up on LSFM releases but the way Fearless had a chokehold on me for awhileeeeee. Aespa - once again just mindbending vocals/harmonies. Love Winter and Ningning esp. And the way I still try to do that crazy flat hand thing from Next Level 🤣 and I also weirdly love how that song is like two songs squished together - like ok SM they actually pulled that off for me somehow 🤣 The way both the bridge and the ending sequence of vocals at the end of Savage are absolutely insaneeee and I love hearing it every time it comes on. NewJeans literally releases bop after bop (🎵attentiooooooon🎵) like I don’t know what kind of magic sauce they’ve got going on over there. Weeekly is such a gem as well and I have been following/rooting for them ever since their debut song After School blew up! Their music is full of wonderful melodies! Can’t wait to see where they go! Fromis_9 is great, Oh My Girl, (g)i-dle (MINNIE esp. AHHHH), Hyolyn (straight b.o.p.s.), Viviz is great. I keep hearing buzz about the group XG and am planning to check them out soon when I have some time! Currently loving Kitsch by IVE and am excited to check out I Am. Also Cupid by Fifty Fifty??? (literally know nothing about this group but this song is just a total bop). So many other ggs/female acts old and new that I haven’t listed here, including some obviously super big well-known ones but like it’s a given I listen to songs of theirs as well so I wanted to give some love to my fave faves and some hidden gems <3 So yeah, the kpop girlies are out here doing it and leaving no crumbs. We stan.

Lastly, adulting is a drag lol. I hate transitionary periods and also had my own recently so I’m wishing you the best and hope that once all the logistical stuff is settled, better/great things await you on the other side! And priorities!!! Definitely save your coins for Seventeen and make sure you see them all together!!! Ed is likely to tour again, and I am rooting for you too!!!

#dee:asks

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katnissmellarkkk · 3 years ago

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Hi! 🤗 I haven’t done a bookcomb in so long I figured I might as well do an easy one. This may be random but I’m always fascinated with all the little mentions of Katniss and Peeta acknowledging each other before they were reaped for their first games. So here’s a (really random) bookcomb of every time they referenced seeing the other at school 🥰😂.

As I carefully replaced the lid and backed away, I noticed him, a boy with blond hair peering out from behind his mother’s back. I’d seen him at school. He was in my year, but I didn’t know his name. He stuck with the town kids, so how would I?

At school, I passed the boy in the hall, his cheek had swelled up and his eye had blackened. He was with his friends and didn’t acknowledge me in any way. But as I collected Prim and started for home that afternoon, I found him staring at me from across the school yard. Our eyes met for only a second, then he turned his head away. I dropped my gaze, embarrassed, and that’s when I saw it. The first dandelion of the year.

“He can wrestle,” I tell Haymitch. “He came in second in our school competition last year, only after his brother.”

“Peeta,” I say lightly. “You said at the interview you’d had a crush on me forever. When did forever start?”

“Oh, let’s see. I guess the first day of school. We were five. You had on a red plaid dress and your hair . . . it was in two braids instead of one. My father pointed you out when we were waiting to line up,” Peeta says.

[…]

“So that day, in music assembly, the teacher asked who knew the valley song. Your hand shot right up in the air. She stood you up on a stool and had you sing it for us. And I swear, every bird outside the windows fell silent,” Peeta says.

“Oh, please,” I say, laughing.

“No, it happened. And right when your song ended, I knew — just like your mother — I was a goner,” Peeta says. “Then for the next eleven years, I tried to work up the nerve to talk to you.”

“Without success,” I add.

When we make our way into the dining area, I see some of Peeta's gang have other ideas. They're dragging all the smaller tables to form one large table so that we all have to eat together. Now I don't know what to do. Even at school I used to avoid eating at a crowded table. Frankly, I'd probably have sat alone if Madge hadn't made a habit of joining me. I guess I'd have eaten with Gale except, being two grades apart, our lunch never fell at the same time.

I take a tray and start making my way around the food-laden carts that ring the room. Peeta catches up with me at the stew. “How's it going?”

“Good. Fine. I like the District Three victors,” I say. “Wiress and Beetee.”

“Really?” he asks. “They're something of a joke to the others.”

“Why does that not surprise me?” I say. I think of how Peeta was always surrounded at school by a crowd of friends. It's amazing, really, that he ever took any notice of me except to think I was odd.

“Delly's known Peeta for a long time," says Plutarch.

"Oh, yes!" Delly's face brightens. "We played together from when we were little. I used to tell people he was my brother."

"What do you think?" Haymitch asks me. "Anything that might trigger memories of you?"

"We were all in the same class. But we never overlapped much," I say.

“So what do you remember?"

"You. In the rain," he says softly. "Digging in our trash bins. Burning the bread. My mother hitting me. Taking the bread out for the pig but then giving it to you instead."

"That's it. That's what happened," I say. "The next day, after school, I wanted to thank you. But I didn't know how."

"We were outside at the end of the day. I tried to catch your eye. You looked away. And then...for some reason, I think you picked a dandelion." I nod. He does remember. I have never spoken about that moment aloud. "I must have loved you a lot."

"You did."

But since Peeta's greatest confusion centers around me--and not everything can be explained simply--our exchanges are painful and loaded, even though we touch on only the most superficial of details. The color of my dress in 7. My preference for cheese buns. The name of our math teacher when we were little. Reconstructing his memory of me is excruciating.

Through the water in the glass, I see a distorted image of one of Peeta's hands. The burn marks. We are both fire mutts now. My eyes travel up to where the flames licked across his forehead, singeing away his brows but just missing his eyes. Those same blue eyes that used to meet mine and then flit away at school. Just as they do now.

#everlark #thg #hunger games #katniss everdeen #Peeta mellark #catching fire #mockingjay #bookcomb ♥️🔎

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yaffles-world · 2 years ago

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Okay so this started as a reponse to an ask game, but it ended up being Long, so I wanted to post it separately... Also it took like an hour. I felt like it works better on its own hehe.

Also, I know I coulda just posted it as fanfiction but this is very personal to me? Like... I didn't wanna just change it to an x reader. But I don't mind what y'all do in your own head of course. Plus the only person who reads this is @irummna - if your somehow reading this, you've probably also seen their content their more popular but if not GO CONSUME.

❤️ [HEART]- What did the confession look like between you two? Who initiated it? Where did it take place?

Relationship status: pending

Relationship length: barely

The Confession

I had come aboard with them about a year prior, after I happened to bump into Jet, an old friend from many years ago. I was looking for a change and came on board with him, Spike, Ed, and of course Ein, on the Bebop. I'd never met Spike before but I very quickly developed a crush on him. I mean, who wouldn't, he's young, he's cute, he's charismatic.

He's a slacker and Jet is a bit of a hardass… It felt like I was always getting in between the bickering arguments that they had. Jet is a great friend and frankly, a lot of the time, he was in the right, but I couldn't help but take Spike's side. Spike would get all gloaty and proud and come up and wrap his arm around me and say "See! Jamie agrees with me!" And I'd blush real hard… Spike never noticed it, that I know of. Jet would though and he would fix me with a hard stare that said "you knew I was in the right! What is going on with you?" And I would just look away because I didn't want to admit that I liked a guy like Spike.

Slowly, casual touching became more common place. I still had no idea if he liked me back, though… It's Spike, it could just be flirting. Lots of him getting kisses from Ein, the dog, and saying stuff like "you jealous?" And like… accidental walk ins on the shower. It was a solid month of flirting before I realized I should hit the brakes… Crippling self doubt set in. I thought no one can possibly like me, certainly not Spike. Talking to him was too painful, so I didn't.

That's when Jet came in. He sat me down and asked what was wrong and I told him. "Listen, it personally grinds my gears seeing you two all flirty and joking around with each other... But it's so much harder seeing you barely look him in the eye." Jet explained. "I think you kids need to sort it out yourself, but... I think you'll both be better off if you're honest with each other."

Just like all of Jet's advice, I decided to ignore it. I was miserable, but I was sure Jet was just being nice and that being honest would only make it all awkward and painful. Until, one day, Jet was out with Ed, leaving Spike and I on our own. I was reading a book, feeling a little down. I missed Spike. I missed even being a friend but it was too hard because every time I saw him I just fell for him harder.

Spike came over, lifted my legs off the couch, and sat down under them. I asked what he was doing, he made some quip about me taking up all the space, and something must have shifted in my face because he asked if I was alright.

"Quite frankly, no, I'm not," I replied, with a sad smile.

"Well, we can't have that then!" He put on a music record, and pulled me up to dance with him. I blushed deeply and tried to save face as we boogied down to one of Jet's records. I started to laugh, he laughed, it was actually going okay. But then there was a slow song and Spike pulled me in close. I pulled back, firmly placing us apart with arms extended. "Come on, we're not related!" He joked and pulled me in closer.

Queue blushing.

I was stuck looking into his eyes, and worst of all, he was looking back into mine. He wasn't making any jokes… we were just standing there. Swaying slowly. He was so god damn beautiful.

You know how some people see something like the grand Canyon, or a beautiful piece of art, or the ocean, and it simply moves them to tears. It moves them because of how wonderful it looks, how amazing it is that you and that thing not only exist in the same timeline, but can see each other, you can walk in that sand and swim in that ocean. That's how I felt, drowning in his deep, brown eyes. Drowning in his presence, drowning in the irreparable despair that no matter how much I loved the ocean, the grand canyon, that piece of art, no matter how much I loved him, by their nature they could not love me back.

And then we kissed

I couldn't tell you who kissed who… I don't think it matters.

It was soft and gentle but also firm. He held the back of my head gently. We pulled apart.

Queue blushing.

"Did you... mean to do that?" I asked, hesitantly.

Spike grinned widely, smiling wider and with more joy than I'd ever seen before. He nodded. "Yeah, I sure did!" He pulled me in again, more passionately this time, holding onto me like he never planned on letting go, our lips crashing against each other. Making up for lost time.

The door opened, suddenly. "Finally!" Jet shouted. "I'm glad you kids worked it out!" We pulled apart, the kiss broken from smiling, as Jet clapped us both on the back.

And we've been together ever since.

#spike spiegel my baby #headcanon #fanfiction #idk what to tag this with #romantic f/o #romantic f/o ask game #ask game #f/o ask game #imagine your f/o #this is so god damn cheesy #my god

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thebreakfastgenie · 2 years ago

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I always feel like a shade awkward about these conversations because like. I'm not aspec, and I am bi. So on the one hand no, I don't get the microaggressions of people assuming romantic intent the way that ace people do - but I do get a different axis, as like, am I supposed to just never have friends since I could be equally romantically interested in anyone, theoretically. And I have definitely had an intense, platonic friendship that is on a par with what people describe as "obviously romantic" in media. (And one bizarre argument with an aspec person who I think was lashing out because of anger who told me that I wouldn't have let the friendship end if I was ace and didn't "abandon him for romance" -- I probably would have written this off as a rude person lashing out but it really stung deep because bro, he DIED). But at the same time, I've been popping in and out of fandom long enough that I have a really negative gut reaction to the "let people just be friends" line because I remember when that line was almost exclusively levied out of outright homophobia, so sometimes I can't help but bristle a little at arguments that lean in that direction. It's weird to see people using those arguments in support of something that frankly I completely agree with when I also remember people using that in support of how an Oscar Wilde-collecting, discreet gentleman's club-going, romantically unattached, "probably a [slur]" is definitely not under any circumstances interested in men except as friendship. Or that the quasiromantic relationship between two young men at college was definitely platonic even though it was known to be based on the extremely not platonic relationships the author had with other men at college. Like, I agree that canon doesn't support a romantic read of [insert ship here] but it makes me feel weird that people use the same arguments about something where like, if you don't see a queer lens you've got your eyes closed. And it isn't wrong to use that lens - because it's correct in this case!! It's just a weird position to be in.

I do understand where you're coming from, anon, and I've actually tried to find alternative ways to phrase arguments to avoid this but I just... haven't come up with any.

What's frustrating is when you're dealing with a non-canon ship, where definitionally there is a non-romantic reading, and shippers continue to insist there is no non-romantic reading. If they just said "here is my romantic interpretation" it would be fine! But no one ever does that, because fandom runs on hyperbole. (Which I don't like even for ships I do ship, because it loses its edge from overuse.)

For me, as a lesbian, being able to have close platonic friendships with other women without the assumption that I have sexual or romantic intentions is really important. I grew up around the "you're gay?? ew don't hit on me!" flavor of homophobia so it really hits home. And sometimes it stings to see something I have done or would do for a friend show up in fiction and then be called "obviously romantic" by a bunch of people.

Sometimes people being friends actually is just more interesting to me and to other people. How are we supposed to talk about it?

The best I've been able to come up with is people can use context clues to tell that we're not being homophobic.

Also, while I'm very aware of "just let them be friends" being used as cover for homophobia, not shipping a gay ship is not in and of itself homophobia no matter what, even if you're straight.

If you have an alternative way of saying "I see this particular relationship as platonic and I'm uncomfortable with the insistence these interactions have to be romantic" I'd love to hear it.

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poisonousquinzel · 4 years ago

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"so im not a real harley fan if i like her with joker????"

mhm, did i fucking stutter, honey?

Ha, lemme say it again.

Trigger Warning: Abuse

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly, consistently over decades, gaslit and manipulated her.

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly and consistently emotionally and verbally berated her.

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly, consistently, and constantly physically abused her.

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly beat her and then shoved her out of a window 5 stories up, resulting in her being in wheelchair with a broken arm and leg and a neck brace.

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly run her over with a car.

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly chained her in a basement full of rotting corpses of "Past Harley's" and left her to die because "I'm very possessive. I don't like to share my toys. And since you're just another disappointment in a long line of them, I can't have you running around out there. Representing me. I have a reputation. A brand to protect."

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly strangled her for simply saying she's sorry they're ending No Man's Land without him.

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly shot her off in/strapped her to a rocket because he realized he felt something resembling feelings for her.

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly called her an "emotionally stunted, pestilent, dippy little dumpster stank."

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly given her babies rabies and stuck them on her.

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly tried her up in a straightjacket and attempted to push her into a hole of chemicals on a stretcher.

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly, countless times, smacked, punched or kicked her.

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly called her an "Itch in his crotch".

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly tried to shoot and kill her (and only failed because it wasn't Harley in the costume.)

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly hung her by the neck with a chain.

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly, consistently over decades, used her a pawn to get out of a situation with Batman and leaves her as bait.

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly left her during a getaway as a distraction.

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly left her bleeding out in a flipped over car during a get away.

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly used electrocution on her. "Oh I'm not gonna kill ya, I'm just gonna hurt ya, really, really, bad."

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly pushed her into a vat of chemicals.

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly manipulated her into jumping into a vat of chemicals to prove her love for him.

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly tried to spray her with acid in a fit of rage.

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly shoved her off a table for distracting him while he's busy.

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly murdered her best friend.

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly pushed her out of a plane.

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly put hits out on her.

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly tied Harley up and carved a J into her chest.

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly beat her with a hammer.

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly attempted to beat her over the head with a typewriter (and only failed because of a slow reacting side effect of Poison Ivy's plant that he used to escape Arkham.)

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly entirely failed to notice her being gone for 9 months when she was literally pregnant with his child.

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly taken control of her mind with magic and forced her to jump off a staircase. "Harley? Harley...don't overreact. It's not like anything improtant's broken. You know, I can just make you open the door."

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you actively like and put her with a man who has canonly murdered her.

You are not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you see the trauma and hell he put her through and think any of that is excuse able or possible to overlook because "he held her that one time!" and "their dynamic is what we love!"

Their dynamic is The Joker abusing her.

Their dynamic is The Joker leaving her and ditching her in Arkham.

Their dynamic is The Joker undermining her ideas and her IQ time and time again until he gets threatened and knocks her out of a five story building.

They have never been this iconic "partners in crime" dynamic because The Joker has never viewed her as his equal, let alone his partner.

You're not an actual Harley Quinn fan if you somehow manage to purposefully overlook the decades of content proving and outright stating the abusive nature of the relationship just to justify liking them.

"well what about Poison Ivy!!!!!"

what about her????? this post is clearly not about them??? It's about The Joker and Harley. But, since every time we, HQ fans, try n bring up how trash The Joker is to her y'all wanna mention Ivy, here. Ya want be educated about the 80% completely taken out of context panels people love using to try n justify equalizing the toxicity of Harley's relationship with them, here. fucking here. go read, it's been there. y'all don't wanna do basic research ig.

like if it's enough for you to not ship Harley and Ivy, it's understandable! It's okay!

But trying to say that Ivy and The Joker are equally abusive and toxic is frankly insulting.

The Poison Ivy moments are bad, but they are 1. confined to BTAS Verse, namely the Comic BTAS Verse. 2. Most of the moments are also literally not Poison Ivy, something that certain people refuse to get through their skulls. Green Skinned Ivy in BTAS is a plant clone, is canonly a clone.

The difference between these moments with Poison Ivy and the incidents with The Joker is the way they're portrayed. One is common 90s slapstick written by frankly sexist men who've been open about their dislike/bias around Ivy's character and the other is a consistently painted and canonly abusive relationship.

I am a Harley Quinn fan first, I am coming at this as one.

If Ivy was as abusive as Joker, we would not ship them either.

I'm not against The Joker and Harley because I only want her with Ivy.

I'm against The Joker and Harley because he's canonly an abusive piece of garbage who has never cared about her and if Ivy went on acting like those moments from the BTAS comics in other Verses, I'd fucking be against Harley and Poison Ivy too.

#harley quinn #harleen quinzel #dc comics #tw abuse

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dulceackles · 4 years ago

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How much salt can ants handle / Victoria De angelis

Requested: no

summary: as the night sets y/n finds herself suffering with anxiety. However, she gets a call from victoria who takes her on an adventure beautiful enough to ease her racing mind and a broken heart.

Pairing: Victoria De Angelis x reader (she/her, third person)

word count: 1.7k

content and warnings: angst, tw anxiety

In a dim light the room looked heavy. Like the walls might stumble and the sealing might fall. In a dim light of her bedroom, y/n felt her mind touch the rye needle. The art of taking things easy was something y/n had never learned. In her mind, she didn’t know where the world ended or who loved her. A lot of the time what she knew was only the crooked feeling of her own skin tightening around her like a rigid corset or her breathing getting stuck in her throat. And so t was that night too.

She couldn’t tell what were the big things so she made the big out of them all. And the future full of big things made itself terrifying to a small human. Y/n got up from her bed. She had been trying to sleep thoughts away but what didn’t come as a surprise, head full of disasters was hard to sleep with. The cold floor felt piercing underneath her bare feet. Slowly she walked to the old sofa sitting in the back of her living room.

Sometimes she made a list in her head of all the bad things that could happen. And after that, if she was ever ready, she made a list of all the bad ways she could react to the bad things happening. A lot of the time it felt like the birds didn’t arrive at the glow of spring or like the sky never cleared. She knew most of her fears were irrational, stupid as someone would say. Still, everything stopped them from going away. She wished that maybe when she was older it’d get easier but more than that she feared they never would.

Corset, that was her skin was. Then what sounded like a firework in the silence, her phone rang. She looked at her phone screen with her tired eyes. It was Victoria. A million bad things could have happened for her to call y/n at night, atleast that’s what y/n thought but as she answered the phone, she heard Victoria’s warming voice.

"Hi," her voice was energetic like it wasn't midnight at all. "I hope I didn't wake you up."

Victoria knew y/n ralely slept at those hours. Many times they had been texting at two o'clock in night, wishing time would stop and night would last little longer. And y/n loved that about her, that like the sky was for mountains she was always there for her. Over the last year that she had known her she had grown feelings towards her she was too afraid to admit outload.

"Oh no, i was awake." Y/n muttered to the phone her voice still slightly shaking and she wished Victoria wouldn't notice. She wasn't feeling great but Victoria defendly had snapped her out of her own stormy mind.

"I can't sleep, I think I took a little too long nap at 5 pm but I also heard there's a blood moon tonight," Victoria explained herself from the other side of the line. "So wanna come to watch it with me? To the swing?"

The swing was the place Victoria had showed y/n the first time they ever met. They'd been drunk at friends' party and the story had taken elsewhere and so the two girls had found each other on this forgotten field with only the threes and one old swing.

"a blood moon?" Y/n asked.

"Yeah. Thought i'd be pretty cool." Y/n could only imagine the expression Victoria had on her face. Sometimes she got really excited over spontanious things and y/n never wanted to be the one to ruin it.

"Sure let's go." Y/n said to the phone. She was pretty happy about getting outside the dark apartment she had been rotting in for the past few days and feeling all the emotions she didn't want to feel.

"Good cus im already at your door." Victoria laughed.

“What?” Y/n trots to the window on her left and as she looks down to the apartment front, she indeed sees the light-haired girl with a big smile on her face under the street lights.

Y/n chuckles a little bit, "alright, I'll come down in a sec."

There was only one store in the whole tinpot sleeping town that was open during the night and even though it meant a little longer walk, the girls were certain the moon could not be watched without a family-sized pack of chips.

The greenish-yellow drugstore light flickered over them as they searched the stacks from those one specific brand of cheap flavored chips they had grown found over mainly because it was what they always bought when they were together and it was night. It had become this unwritten rule that where there was night, food, Victoria and y/n, the food was these chips.

“I swear to God if they don't have them.” Victoria already blustered until both of their eyes snatched into the orange pack with pretentious font over it.

"There!" Both of them yelped at the same time causing the tired-looking cashier to glared at them like he was about to kick them out simply because the girls were too awake for him to have them in his store at that time of the night but then again, he hated drunk party people more than he hated night owls.

Victoria and y/n grabbed the chip back and ran to the cash register like there was only one second left. And how could have they known but as the chip back flowted on the black assembly line, y/n felt as if maybe there was.

" thank you!" Victoria thanked the cashier as she grabbed y/n's hand and began to hasten out of the store.

Victoria's shoft hand felt electric on y/n skin. Sometimes it almost slipped from her mouth that she wished Victoria's hand would never leave hers or more so that no stranger's hand would ever find Victoria's. But of course over anything she wished as an endlessly burning sun that one day Victoria would hold someone's hand that maybe was stranger to her but a lover to Victoria. Sometimes she wish it could have been her but something behind her eat whispered to her that prehaps she was the worst thing Victoria had ever gotten attached to and that's why it never slipped from her month.

The moon indeed was red that night. Hanging in the sky it shimmered the earth with its red cast. The dirt underneath their toes rustled as they finally reached the swing.

"Take a swing, I'll see how many chips you can catch." Victoria said as she opened the chip back and prepared herself to aim at y/n's month.

Y/n giggled. She maybe had played the game last time in elementary school but she also remembered being good at it.

Y/n pushes herself into the swing and launched herself forward, trying to get into the best speed possible.

The rough old rope felt foul against y/n palms as she holds onto the swing and Victoria tried to throw chips at her but quite frankly, in the dark y/n couldn't tell at all where the chips were flying at.

"This was harder than I remembered." Y/n laught as victoria waved her hands.

"Did you catch any?" Victoria giggled. They both knew this was dumb but it was the best part of it.

"No I mean one hit my face and that was the closest one" y/n stopped the swing from swinging.

"Damn. Well, the ants gonna have a diner party tonight then." Victoria walked closer to y/n and sat on her lap to the swing. A lot of the times they just came to the swing to sit and talk and because there was only one swing, they quite often also tested the ability and streight of the old ropes holding the swing on the tree.

"Not sure how much salt the ants can handle tho." Y/n said as she wrapped her arms around Victoria.

"Me either, maybe not at all." Victoria said as she watched the moon over them. "It is red indeed." Victoria signed.

"Yeah, it is." Y/n could smell the sweet smell of her soft hair. She wanted to lean her head against her neck but resisted because what she thought was prevailed to exposing the truth that she thought she was hiding.

"You know what else was red? Your eyes when you came down the stairs." Victoria got up and turned to face her. "So what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, Vic." Y/n let her cold hands fall to her lap.

"I also know when you lie." Victoria crossed her arms, eyeing y/n who still sat on the squeaky swing.

Y/n just stared right back of her. She didn't really know what to say or how to express what was wrong. In a way, she hoped she'd understand or that she'd know how she felt when everything felt big and the sky was falling. But she also feared she was a blue burden and so she didn't know what to say.

Victoria signed. It spiked y/n's heart because she didn't want to make her frustrated or angry with her, she just didn't know what to say and she didn't feel brave enough either.

But what came to y/n as an suprise, Victoria leaned little bit forward and pressed her warm lips againgst her fraught onces. Victoria's lips felt soft against hers and her tongue slowly traced her lips. It was tender sweet and y/n heart race and blush rose as she tasted Victoria. Y/n lifted her hands to gently pull her closer and Victoria slightly smiled into the kiss of how into it y/n was getting.

Soon Victoria pulled away, leaving y/n swollen lips. She looked up to her and Victoria gently run her thumb over y/n's lips before sitting back into her lap and wrapping y/n's arms back around her.

"When you feel like talking just tell me." She said as she watched the moon that was just as red as was her heart. "I truly believe you'd feel better if you sometimes talked to someone."

Y/n nobbed, and then she wrapped her arms tighter around her snuggled her head into her neck.

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unbreathable · 4 years ago

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The magpie ❃ B.Barnes

Summary : As the princess of a prosperous kingdom, you lived a life of luxury and happines. But when war is brought upon you homeland and you find yourself at the mercy of the enemy... just how far would you go to stay alive?

Pairing : Dark King Bucky x Female!Reader

Before you read, please understand that this is intended to be a dark fic. There will be noncon elements, violence, manipulation, lying, blood, gore, death and so much more. If you find any of these disturbing, please click away. 18+ only.

Warnings for this chapter : violence, swearing, mutilation, death.

Word count : 2.745

Credit : for the magpie image, the credit goes to it's rightful creator.

Note : Not me reading only dark fics for the last month and then deciding that I should try my hand at it. Also, I'd do anything else then study for my exams so there's that. If being honest, I don't really know what I'm doing, so if you decide to read this, please bear with me. It’s the first time I write something like this. Also I should mention that English is not my first language so please excuse any typos you may encounter.

Also, to all the writer from this platform (especially the dark!fic ones) thank you !

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There was no other in this world that tresured love as much as the people of your kingdom did.

You could see it clearly. Even as your people’s last breath was cut short by the blade that severed the head from the body. Even when their screams were silenced by the blood that gushed down from their throats . Even in the last breath of those that were drawning in their own blood. You could see the love they carried for their homeland, for their kingdom and for their kind king.

But love, as strong as the bards that often sang their verses for your delight made it up to be, was frankly not enough.

The sound of clashing swords was terrifying. The axes were clattering against the metal shilds. The chain armor your people wore was jingling with every hit it received. Enemy forces were carving their way through your people s defences like it was nothing. Scarlett red blood and greasy innards covered the ground. The men were snarling and groaning while the fight continued under the starless sky.

From the highest turn of the citadel, you watched, as man after man fell to their knees. Your heart clenched at the sight. Those men celebrated every moment of your life, they watched you grow and as their princess they protected and loved you as they would their own. Tears were already running dry while your mouth opened in a soundless sob.

In the distance you could see the younger ones clutching anxiously the sword at their side. Some of them were even younger than you, and their life was already cut short. You watched as the enemy lunged forward. From were you were standing it seemed like being attacked by a swarm of bees. It was carnage.

”Stupid child! What are you doing?!”

The sharp voice made you jump. Tearing your eyes from the battle, you turned towards your mother, wanting nothing more than just to fall into her arms and let her hold you the same way she did all those times you’ve scraped your knees. Taking a shaking breath you opened your mouth to speak but the only sound that was heard was that of slashing swords. There was so much you wanted to say, to scream and beg for it to stop, but the words never came.

Your mother stared out the window for a second. She seemed lost, nothing like the queen you looked up to. Her hair was disheveled, her dress wrinkly and her face seemed to have gotten 10 years older over night. The crown on her head was the last thing that reminded of her once, imposing figure.

”We...” she took a shaky breath before continuing. ”We have to hurry!”

Her voice trembled, and the shaky hand that took yours shattered every hope you had. You knew it was a lost battle. You knew it was the end for you kingdom. You knew you were gonna loose your home, your parents and everything you ever knew.

“Mother, we have to put an end to it“ you spoke, your voice as steady as you could manage and nothing more than a whisper.

She didn’t seem to hear you. Only the hold she had on you seemed to thighten as what seemed to be iron ladders clinked againts the castle walls.

The corridor your mother took, lead to a small chamber in the back of the castle. It was dimly lit and there was a second door at the end of the room. There was one more person there, hiding in the corner. You reconised her. A maid, nearly the same age as you. She was the one that used to serve your food. You appreciated her and in some kind of twisted way, you always thought she resembled you. The hair color, the height, the full lips it was all there. You used to joke that in another life she could have been your twin.

Looking at her now tough, something didn’t sit right with you.

“There is no time to lose!”

Your mother’s voice echoed in the empty room, bringing some of your senses back. Watching as she was marching across the room, you straitghened your back.

“Yes” your brought your shanking hand up, moving some strands of hair that have fallen on your forehad. “You as the queen of the fallen king should order a retreat. We have to save what men remained alive and surrender.”

There was no answer. And for a second you questioned if you truly spoke or everything happened in your head. However you caught a glimpse of the maids hopeful eyes before she bowed her head again.

“Listen to me, mother.” you pleaded. “Between two evils we have to choose the lesser one. If we give them what they want maybe they’ll let us ... “

“I won’t be a slave in my own castle!”

You never heard you mother yeel. She never did something that wasn’t lady-like. And for a moment there, you were stunned. You were young, and this was the first battle that was brought upon you homeland. You didn’t know how to act or react. You fel helpless and you hated it.

There was a dress put at your feet. And as your mother urged you to change in the simple cloth, you eyes darted to the maid. She was terified, jumping at every sound and making her hand a fist over the cloth of her dress. A cloth, you realized, used to make only your most beautiful gowns. You eyes widened.

“Mother” you took a step back as the one that gave you life adjusted the modest dress. “What’s happening here?”

Again, there was no answer. The queen avoided your eyes as she went ahead and opened the door, for the one that you recognised as the head of kingsman to enter. Sir Gregor was your father’s loyal friend and your family’s protector long before you were born.

He sat on firm feet. His face impasive as he scaned the room. There was a short bow as his eyes fell upon you, but otherwise he remained the stoic knight.

“Do it”

Suddenly his sword was drawn.

You watched in horror as he headed towards the trembling girl that was hiding in the corner of the room.

“What are you doing?” your voice was suddenly hoarse.

You could see the fear on the maid’s face. You could see her shanking with sobs. You could see that she was unable to do anything. She feared for her life.

“Stop” your voice echoed. “Leave her alone!”

“Do it!”

The second comand given by your mother merged with your own. But it was to no avail.

The girl screameed as she was taken by her hair and hung in the air, the sword close to her throat.

You made to lunge foward, without thinking. Ready to fight thoot and nail for that girl, but the sudden grip on your shoulders threw you back. You hit the ground with thud.

“Stop!” you were screaming at this point. “Sir Gregor I said stop!”

You scrambled on your hands and feet trying to regain your composture, but as your mothers hands pushed on your back you found it hard to do it.

“And I’m ordering you to kill that girl!”

You couldn’t believe those words were said by the same person that used to remind you everyday that there was good in everyone and that every little thing had it’s own beauty. Your eyes widened in horror.

“Please, n-no, no...”

The poor girl voice was distraught. Terrified and when the sowrd dig into her skin her screams were even louder.

“Sir Gregor” your mother gathered you in her arms as you tried to break free. “Do as your queen commands! Protect your princess! Now!”

You screamed as the blade cut through the young girls neck. A sound like the winter wind could be herd as the maid gave her last breath. It was wrong. She had a whole life ahead. She could have had a family. Maybe there was someone out there praying that she’s safe and sound. Maybe.

”Unhand me!” you bated your mother s hands away as her grip on you lessened. ”How could you!?”

For the umpteenth time that day, you wanted to scream. Your mothers tired eyes stared at you. She was biting her lip whiler her hands were tugging at the dress sleeves. For a moment there, she seemed lost.

”Darling” her quavering voice made you forrow your brows. ”Look away, darling!”

You didn’t understand what she meant.

The sound of cracking bones came all too soon. You turned you head towards the man you once thought to be so kind. His sword was now put aside, replaced with a dagger. Shock crossed your face. He already smashed the girl’s head against the bare wall. That s were that shattering sound came from. If you squinted your eyes you were sure that you could see the blood running down that wall. It left you speechless.

”Child, I said to look away” your mothers voice seemed so far.

While you undestood what she said, the shock paralized you. Your eyes widened in horror as the man you trusted with your life was skinning the poor girl’s body. His moves were precise. Cherry red blood sprayed from the gaping cuts. Her young face was covered in blood, but you were sure that there was more damage than that. Her throath was cut open. And as the knife danced across her collarbone, you realized. He was carving her skin in the exact same spot your birthmark was.

It slowly came to you. The resemblance you noticed. The braied hair. The beautiful dress. Your mothers orders. The killing. The mutilating.

The battle was lost. Your kingdom was already in foreing hands. There was no chace for a retreat. Making it out to the forest that was near the citadel was imposible. The enemy was already searching for what was left of the royal family. This murder. This charade. This, was your mother making sure you survived.

”I...”

Shooking your head, you stared at the barbaric picture that was before you. There were no words you could think of, that explained what you felt at the sight. Your heart sank and a your head started to throb. You wanted to throw up.

”How could you just take her life like that? Like she was no one?” you hadn’t realized you were holding you breath, till you took a a deep one to finish your questioning.

”She was a no one.” the queen’s voice was flat and steady.”If she didn’t die today, she would have been useless tomorrow.”

You turned towards her. Your eyes searched her face while your ears could not believe what they have heard. Those words were coming from the woman that gave you life. The woman that used to sing lullabies and braid flowers in your hair. The woman that protected every single girl that worked in the palace from the predatory gaze some dukes had. You wanted to be like her.

”I did what I had to do.” your mother continued.

She neared you. Her hand went to you face and as she did a hundred times before, she caresed it. Her sad eyes were looking you over, taking every single piece of her daughter’s face in. She looked at you like she was seeing you for the last time.

You held her gaze for a moment. The love you could see in her sad eyes was overwhelmimg.

”My sweet, sweet child. Forgive me for I could not see a wold without you in it.” tears fell down her cheeks. ”I just want you to live, to get a chance to fight back, to become the queen I always imagined you to be. I did what I had to do, what any mother woud do to protect her child! You... you don t know what he will do to you.”

You cried with her. And when she pulled you in a thight hug, you let your head rest on her shoulders. You wanted to tell her you understood but at the same time a part of you resented her for the decision she made. You were a princess, if your people died you should die with them.

There was a sharp noise, and your mother was the first to react, pushing you back to the end of the room, where the door was. Sir Gregor drew his sword as footsteps and loud voices could be heard in the castle. The enemy was here.

”Run!” your mothers voice was nothing more than a whisper.

”What?” you asked. ”You re not ... ”

”Run as fast and as long as you can. Don’t ook back. Keep that damned birthmark hidden. An don’t stop for anything in this world. You have to make it out alive!”

As the sound of voices became clearer, your mothers one become hushed. She balled her hand on fists as you drew in a shaky breath. Sir Gregor stepped in front of you both, his sword at ready.

”Child, promise me.” the queen looked you in the eye before placing a kiss on your head. The same spot your father used to kiss ”Promise me!”

”I ...”

A loud bang could be heard and the footsteps stopped right before the chamber’s door. A clattering sound. And then another.

The queen gave you on last push through the door. She looked at you as she used to, when you were just a little girl trying on her crowns and jewelry. You could see all the love she had for you. You could understand the sacrifices she made for you. So as another thundering sound made itself heard you took on running.

The tunel was dark, but you knew it. You darted forward, trying to move your feet as fast as you could. Your arms churned. And after a while, sweat started to go dawn your forehead. You panted. There were foreign voices that the echoes made them seem to close. You urged you feet towards as panic settled in.

The tunel wasn’t long, but you were already questioning how far could you push it?

The dim light you could see after a few more minutes of running gave you hope. You knew you were close to the opening that was in the back of the castle. It should be safe and the forest would give you a place to hide. You knew you could make it. Your feet pounded on the cold wet floor.

As soon as you neared the door, you threw it open. You sprinted outside. But the sound of clashing swords made stop dead in your tracks. A jet of blood surged into the air, part of it touching your face. You recoiled. The scent of death was around you. Swords were riging against each other. Men after men meet their doom. You trembled. The enemy really surrended the whole castle.

As you stayed there, too terrified to even move a finger, you saw him. This one man that no one seemed to touch. He moved with precision and when he hit, he hit to kill.

There was something familiar about him. You didn’t remember when or where but you were sure you’ve seen him before. Stunned, you stared at him. And somehow in all that madness, as his blade cut open the troath of some poor man, his eyes found yours. You realised then. He was the man that brught war on your home. He was the one that led the armies towards the castle gate. He was the man that drew his sword through your father’s heart. And he will be the one that tomorrow would be celebrated as a hero by his men. King James.

You gulped. He was the one you mother told you to run from. You teared your eyes away and in moment of panic you made to run. The hand that was suddenly caught into your hair trew you off balance. The ground was cold, and as soon as you hit it, you head was tugged back by the one whose hand was still upon hair. You yelped.

”Where you running to little bird?” a deep voice asked in a mocking tone.

You opened your eyes to see the brute of a man smirking down at you.You hated him. Without a second thought, all the saliva you had into your mouth, was spit directly into the man’s blue eyes.The image of his disgust, made you proud.

”You whore!”

You should have seen the kick coming. You should have expected the second and the third too. Though it didn’t really matter anyway. Unconcioness was so invinting.

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princess-of-inarizaki · 4 years ago

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Blaine Anderson, my New York love.

I'm on the verge of finishing glee, and honestly I just can't help but write another Blaine fic, because I'm utterly convinced that (with the exception of Jeon Jungkook) Darren Criss as Blaine Anderson is the love of my life.

🦋 Blaine Anderson x fem!! reader,, trigger warnings: none.

Blaine twirls you in his arms and captures your lips in a kiss, as your name echoes along the auditorium. “as for the final name on our list, miss y/n l/n! And there you have it folks, those are your graduates for this year.”

Your arms are wrapped around his neck, and he's holding you so tight. “I'm so happy, oh y/n, we're going to spend the rest of our college days together.”

You can't muster out words, so you manage to nod whilst being clamped in his embrace, the tassel of his cap tickling your forehead.

“The rest of my days with the love of my life. What more could I ask for?” whispered Blaine rhetorically, as Sam and Tina joined the hug.

“We're moving to New York together!” said the blonde excitedly as all the new graduates threw their caps in the air.

Well, you tried to throw yours too, but by the way you were sandwiched between Blaine and Sam, it would be impossible to without giving either one of them, if not both, a bruise. So you smiled and kissed Blaine's forehead instead.

“We're graduates now, sweetheart.”

“We are, aren't we?”

Every single day, was pure unadulterated bliss. The type of happiness that made your skin hot, and eyes sparkle. And the root of your smiles, was one Blaine Devon Anderson.

Even today, just like every other day since arriving at the Big Apple; you woke up with his arms around you, and your head against his chest. Throughout the night, he held you so closely and delicately, it almost made you cry at how gentle he was.

And nothing beat waking up to his warmth and soft sighs in the morning. Because another thing you adored about New York, or rather, the apartment you lived in, was that the shades were right above your bed. And every single day, the sun would hit his eyes just right, and his hazel irises would be illumined to look gorgeously alluring.

“I'm the luckiest guy ever, you know?” he whispered, as the sleep slowly wore off, and he turned to face you.

“I think I'm the luckiest girl.”

“Maybe that's why we're made for each other. Because we're both so lucky.”

“oh yeah? Blaine, love, as much as I'd love to sing "Lucky" with you right now, we have to get ready for school.”

He chuckled softly and began folding the blankets as you smoothed the sheets. “Alright we'll just sing it on the way out, then.”

And thus began the steady morning routine you and Blaine had gotten used to. With Sam and Tina in the next room, you had to be quiet.

Blaine twirled you around as you chose a dress and pressed a kiss to your neck, before turning away to make you coffee and pancakes.

“You know, I would serve you breakfast in bed. But I just, don't want to get out of bed if you're still in it. I'd much rather be holding you in my arms.” he confessed, as he handed you the mug.

You accepted it gratefully and sat down to eat with him.

Another rule of yours and his, was that no matter how hectic life got, or how early you had to wake up, breakfast would be eaten together.

“I've actually always dreamed of starting my day with breakfast with you.” and ever since he heard that, Blaine promised you he'd always make time to share his first meal of the day with you.

“Good morning lovebirds” said Sam, as his bedhead and blue eyes lidded with sleep emerged to view. “Tina's still sleeping, she doesn't have classes today”

Blaine nodded and downed his coffee before pulling you along with him.

“We'll be late” he said with a small smile, as his hands found yours. The cold air of the New York morning filled with hope and possibility made you smile even wider, and Blaine's words were caught in his throat.

God, he lived to see your smile. He really did.

“It's okay right? That I'm in most of your classes? You don't find it weird or anything?”

“Why would I?” you eyed him and leaned over to peck his cheek. “I'm going to spend all day with the love of my life. What's there to not like?”

Blaine looked relieved as a slow grin spread over his face. In truth, he had been thinking about it for the longest of times. Would you find him clingy? Would you hate him for constantly wanting to spend time with you?

But here you were, just as excited as he was. You shone with radiance next to him, and for the first time in his life, he knew he had never been more sure of anything as he was with you.

“Hey, we uh, didn't get to sing "lucky" back there in the apartment...”

“We didn't, but who's to say we can't now?”

In class, the NYADA lecturers were tough, but having Blaine's presence was comforting, and the thought of him being able to protect you, or help if you were ever stuck, made a huge impact.

“Alright class, find a partner. We're going to be doing ballroom dancing!”

With a comfortable ease, Blaine pulled you into his arms and fit his hands around your waist. “Remember that one time when I told you girls have beautiful bodies?”

And still, he made you blush with his charming words. Boistered by your reaction, he continued as he expertly twirled you around according to the demonstration. “Yeah, well, you have the most beautiful body of them all.”

You didn't trust your voice, and instead flashed him a shy smile. The dance ended, and your NYADA professor sauntered up to the two of you. “Good work”

“Yeah we make a really great team.” said Blaine softly as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Beautiful.

Walking home together in the comfortable silence was also another part of the day you looked forward to. Especially when your hands were interlocked together, and the soft smile on his face was a reflection of yours.

Today however, Blaine was unusually jittery. “I love waking up next to you every single morning.”

“I do too, but what's all this about?”

“I don't know. I just, had the urge, you know? To tell you how I truly feel about you. I love the smell of your body wash and the radiance of your smile. I love the way you walk, when you're trying to slow down because I pace slower. I love how you help me pick out a bow-tie every single morning, and laugh when you help me put it on. Similarly, I love the way you pull it off of me in the evening. I love the way you glance at me from over your shoulder and the way that small part of your nape was just made for me to kiss.”

By now, you were a bewildered, flustered mess. But Blaine had the most earnest eyes. He was never afraid of intimacy. With you? He craved it.

“And y/n, damn, I just, love you so much I never believed in soulmates, but when I look at you, I really do.”

Blaine then reached into his pocket to find a ring. Getting down on one knee, your breath hitched as his eyes gleamed up at you.

“when I first met you at McKinley, I was lost. I was broken and hopeless. But I guess it's true when they say you have to lose something to gain another better one.”

“Y/n, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. When I fell in love with you, it's almost as if my soul was trying to tell me it finally felt whole.”

“It's almost as if we were made for each other, because that's how perfectly we fit. I know we were lovers in all our past lives, but I'm so glad to have found you early in this one; because all I've ever wanted to do...

Is spend my life loving you.”

Tears were streaming down your face as the world seemed to have stopped spinning.

“Will you marry me?”

Before he could even finish talking you launched yourself on him, pushing him to the ground beneath you. Not caring where you were, not caring who was there.

“Yes yes yes yes yes, I'll keep saying yes for as long as I can” you whispered as he chuckled beneath you, and helped you up.

Suddenly, music filled the street as the glee club, and the Warblers emerged and burst into song with their own rendition of "Marry me".

And although their voices were beautiful, you couldn't help but listen to something even better; the soft promises of Blaine Anderson as he swore to make you happy for the rest of eternity.

And frankly, did you ever have any doubt?

That night, after all the parties and congratulations from your friends, you leaned over him “Hi” you said softly. His eyes fixated on yours and he smiled at you fondly. “Hi babe.”

You laughed slyly and pulled him closer to you by his famous bow-tie. “Shall we remove this first, or only leave it on for the rest of the night?

Your bold words earned you a smirk from him. “You're an expert at turning me on, aren't you?”

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pinnochiro · 3 years ago

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pinn reviews - final fantasy xv

a long ramble about final fantasy fifteen that sort of looks like a review, as written by someone who finished the game fifteen minutes ago and needs to get these words out of his head. spoilers inbound.

i'm a pretty big fan of video games. i don't know what my first was, but it was probably either banjo and kazooie or mario kart 64, at my cousin's house when i was very small. i think that video games as a medium are so interesting, since the fact that video games are inherently interactive changes the way that they tell any story. it's a shame that despite loving video games so much, i'm absolutely terrible at them.

i'm absolute dogshit at video games. whenever i boot up something new, i always play on easy mode because. i'm that bad. unfortunately, this means that a lot of video games are simply. impossible for me to beat. that's fine, as at the moment i live with my good friend lizz, who is certifiably Good at Video Games, and so we've been playing video games together for a little bit now. typically this means that she will actually play the majority of the game while i sit with her and watch, but occasionally i'll have a go, but she'll end up with the controller as soon as a boss fight or puzzle or a mechanic i just can't seem to grasp shows up. we recently played through the entirety of the kingdom hearts series together, and this was an absolute blast of a time. i'm glad to say that i adore kingdom hearts now, and it's become one of my hyperfixations, which you might be able to tell from my icon. but we'd finished the kingdom hearts series, and we were left to move onto something else. we'd also played final fantasy 7 remake, so in my wisdom, i suggested that we play another final fantasy game.

we looked through the ff games that were already purchased on our consoles thanks to lizz's uncle, and eventually, we decided that we should play. all of them. however to start, we were going to play final fantasy xv, 15, and work our way backwards through the mainline, single-player games.

i'd heard that xv wasn't very good, but honestly, i was still quite curious. one person who i'd been following on twitter for years was pretty obsessed with the main party members, to the point where i knew their names and what-not even though i didn't have much of an idea what the game itself was about. i remember watching a video by supereyepatchwolf a few years ago about how the game sucked, but i couldn't remember much of the details, and i knew, based on my obsession with kingdom hearts, that xv had started as a different game called final fantasy versus xiiv. i don't know all the details about versus thirteen, but i do know that it was originally helmed by the creator of my beloved kingdom hearts, mr tetsuya nomura, and that after many years, the vast majority of the game was thrown out, nomura wasn't in charge any more, and the whole thing was rewritten and reworked, which sounds like a fairly rough development cycle. but so what, i don't care about gameplay. i want to play the video game with those cute guys that i see fanart of on twitter, and lizz seemed happy enough to play through it with me.

and so we started final fantasy xv. i've been told that since the game was practically dead on arrival, they threw in a bunch of new content and reworked a lot of the early game before i got my hands on it. so my gameplay started with a scene of the four guys fighting some demon dude on fire and they're all old and grotty. whatever, that cutscene ends and we're put into a combat tutorial. that's over and we're on the road in what looks to be central america, pushing a car.

our four leading lads are noctis, the prince of the lucis empire, his best friend prompto, his bodyguard, gladio, and his chef and other things, ignis. i do quite like the main four members of the party in xv. prompto is quite easily my favourite, voiced by robbie daymond of goro akechi fame and with a bunch of fun little animations and quips that make him very likeable. he gets extremely excited at the idea of riding chocobos and has what i considered the best scene of the game, where he and noctis meet on a motel rooftop and discuss prompto's imposter syndrome, since he's only part of noctis' official retinue as his best friend. noctis is a fairly typical main protagonist, he's in love with a woman he hasn't seen in eight years and needs to go marry her or something, i don't care. gladio is a tough macho man with a mullet who wears leather jackets and wields a greatsword, and is apparently only 22, which is at least 10 years younger than i assumed. ignis is a strategist and chef, who takes on the most authoritative role and constantly tells noctis to not drive his car at night. i was not a fan of ignis at the start, but he grew on me, especially with how hard the game hit me with his personal arc. the four boys are off, driving to noctis' wedding in a different country across the desert when their car breaks down. we then run into the first issue of the game.

cindy is a mechanic. she also has her ass and tits out constantly, like your sleazy uncle's shirt with a naked woman was instead semi-alive as a video game person. she fixes your car and acts fairly sexual and it's just like. why do we have to do this. aren't we over overtly sexualised women in video games who have no reason for the way they dress other than the character designer was horny? whatever, i like women as much as the next guy, but cindy's design just. makes me feel so uncomfortable.

anyways you get to do a little driving around with the boys, until you stay the night before catching the boat to your fiance. overnight, you find out that noctis' kingdom has been basically destroyed by an invading empire called niflheim, and practically everyone noctis knows, including his father, are dead. you learn that noctis and his bride to be are also assumed dead, with noctis hearing his own death announcement on the radio. the game has a bunch of added cutscenes that are actually footage from the three-hour-long prequel movie that came out after the game, are extremely hard to follow and honestly i had no idea what i was looking at. anyways, noctis' family is dead, so it's time to do some hunting sidequests.

that brings us to the combat, i suppose. rather than the turn-based or even active turn-based combat that the series is known for, xv opts for more modern action rpg-styled combat. i was, naturally, terrible at this, but i managed to get around it with the fact that. it is almost impossible to die in this video game, provided you have enough items. the game allows you so much time to heal yourself that there's practically no way to have your entire party wipe unless you're doing absolutely terrible, and even then, your party members will probably try and heal you themselves before that happens. lizz tells me that the combat is boring, you just push the same button over and over and then you win. i do appreciate that, for someone like me who is terrible at reading enemy movements, there is a giant button that pops up on screen that tells you when to push the block button, but even then i was prone to fucking it up. whether that's the bad game design or my terrible gaming abilities is up to you to decide. anyways, the game is fairly easy but has annoying combat, your teammates limit breaks will only land about 50% of the time (or never, if you are gladio) and i was still bad at it, so i didn't have all that much fun.

instead of an active levelling system, the game will only tally your character's level ups when you either make camp or visit a hotel. camping is, in my opinion, the only saving grace of this game. each time you make camp, you get to see the characters doing fun little camping activities together and just hanging out, ignis will cook up a new meal in a dramatic fashion and everyone will compliment him and eat it off their coleman's branded plates, it's just very fun. you also get to see what pictures prompto has taken, which is one of my favourite gameplay features. prompto's passion is photography, and while i support him in this wholeheartedly, his picture taking skills are, quite frankly, awful. the game will randomly take shots while you're on the move, which leaves you with a delightful selection of awkward poses, characters hidden behind bushes, pictures taken while someone is half-dead in combat, and snaps where the natural lighting absolutely makes it impossible to tell what's going on. it's hilarious and going through prompto's collection of photos each night is honestly the best part of the game. we managed to wind up with a few shots that, even despite being scripted events, turned out absolutely terrible, and i will cherish those forever.

anyways, since noctis' father and fiance are dead, that leaves him the king of lucis. the only important person to make it out of the capital alive tells you to drive to the middle of nowhere, where he randomly springs on you. hey. go into a bunch of these dungeons and absorb a bunch of swords, this is your destiny as king and how you will defeat the empire. noctis goes, uh, alright i guess, and you're set loose again to wander around for a bit collecting the 'royal arms'. this plot point wasn't explained well but hey, whatever, we're collecting the glowy swords and that's fine.

you're introduced at some point to ardyn, the main antagonist. he's old, kind of groady and wears a fedora. he's a dick to you and talks about his automobeeel. apparently my friend miri thinks he's hot, she is wrong.

i can't remember what happens specifically but you're told that your fiance is still alive and in fantasy venice, and she's talking to the gods on your behalf to borrow their powers. there's a mission where you follow some purple trees that are electric, and you do that i guess. i enjoyed riding the chocobos around, but couldn't care much for the plot at this point. ardyn leads you to a volcano, where you fight a giant lava god. he tries to step on you and i, a denizen of the internet and with an active fear of foot fetishists, was extremely uncomfortable. noctis becomes friends with foot man and a lightning god who lived in those trees, and ardyn steals your car.

very upset by this, noctis and his gang risk everything to sneak into a military base and steal it back. because this is a video game, this works out fine.

there's a little mining city which is all about Girl Power, because all the Women run the Mining Industry like Girl Bosses, and you hang around there for a bit. because all the women are so Empowered, they wear bikinis all the time with overalls over the top. gladio decides he needs to fuck off for a bit, i have no idea what he does since i haven't played the dlc, and then he comes back with another scar. you hang out with his sixteen year old sister, who has a crush on the engaged and 20-year old noctis, and then you drive her to a lighthouse. when she's in your party, she can't really fight, but she gets a pink chocobo and i thought that was very cute. we turned out own chocobo white and lizz named him 'jones' after a mount she has in ffxiv.

eventually, you have a long boat ride over to fantasy venice. this is the part where the game stops being 'fun with a few issues in combat and a rushed and poorly told story.' the open world, which was a main feature with a bunch of little areas to find where noctis can fish, little hunting sidequests and random photo spots where prompto takes touristy photos, is now gone, and it will not return for the entire rest of the game. you can 'go back in time', but the open world was the most enjoyable part of the game, and it kind of really sucks that the main story doesn't let you have any more freedom like that.

after arriving in fantasy venice, you have a talk with fantasy hillary clinton and beg her to let your girlfriend summon a god into the middle of her city. hillary agrees, and you don't get to meet up with your fiance, because even if the game is constantly telling you how much noctis loves her, there is. barely any interactions between the two in the entire game. from what i can tell, they met when noctis was a child and they haven't seen each other in ten years but are still fantasy dog pen-pals. noctis marrying her was supposed to make an alliance or something like that, but her brother has betrayed her to the army. noctis' girlfriend is also an oracle, which means she can heal people, i guess? everyone talks about how important she is and she's constantly telling people that she needs to use her powers to help noctis but she's practically a non-entity.

as can be expected of most female love interests in a game primarily focused on men, noctis' fiance is killed while summoning a god for noctis to befriend. noct gets very mad about this, and turns super saiyan and kills the god back, but his girlfriend is dead and that's super sad you guys. there's a beautiful prerendered cutscene where she says goodbye to noctis but since we barely know her, and we've only been told over and over that they're in love without anything to actually well, show this, it didn't have much of an impact. fantasy venice is destroyed, and ignis is blinded while trying to help calm the giant raging god.

iggy's blindness and how the game makes you account for this and grow to care for him was one of the highlights, in my opinion, as well as crushingly depressing. while i'm not disabled and have no right to say if this was 'good disabled representation' or anything like that, i believe that the game handles it decently enough. the group falls apart as noctis is upset about his girlfriend, gladio is extremely mad that noctis won't care for ignis, and prompto just wants everyone to get along. there's a mission where gladio constantly yells at you passive aggressive things to noctis about how he's a cunt for running, which is obnoxious, but the character arc itself is fairly strong. when you make camp, ignis can't cook anymore, so everyone eats cup noodles in a depressing ass cutscene. ignis remains in your party for the rest of the game despite his disability, and he doesn't magically regain his sight like other fantasy media would do, which at the very least i think is good. i'm not sure what the opinion of actual disabled people is of the character, considering how often disabled characters are either turned into misery porn to make the abled audience be glad that isn't them and if ignis' arc falls into this trap, but i hope that it wasn't handled too poorly, as that would just be another terrible mark in this game's list of bad moves.

the characters eventually make it to the evil empire's capital, which is abandoned and filled with daemons. the characters learn that ardyn is super evil and taught the king of the empire how to turn humans into daemons, which has now happened to the entire city. the 'magitek suits', presumed to be enchanted armour that fights as the empire's infantry, actually house the souls of the human-turned daemons. honestly i like this as a plot point but the game handles it pretty terribly. there could have been more lead up to this, the explanation is pretty lacking, and prompto's Big Plot Twist is. terribly handled. turns out that prompto was born in the empire and was going to be one of those empty soldier daemons, but he was rescued by people belonging to noctis' empire. not that the game tells you that. instead, prompto goes 'turns out i'm one of ... them' and Does Not Elaborate. The game doesn't tell you shit, not about prompto's past, not about how he feels about this, not about how anyone else feels about this either because the other party members just go 'oh that sucks, good thing you're not evil' and the scene ends. robbie daymond tries so hard to sell these terrible, terrible lines, and it almost entirely fails, i'm so sorry prompto. fortunately because i'm a nosy ass, i read prompto's wikia page and knew the plot twist ahead of time, because i don't think i would have even registered it if i didn't.

anyways everyone in the evil empire is dead and ardyn starts talking about how he's immortal and an ancient king of noctis' country but the gods thought he sucked because he's too evil. i missed most of this because the cats got the zoomies and were dashing across the couch right in the middle of his speech so i can't tell you anything else. noctis tries to get a big magic crystal to fight him and instead. gets schlorped inside.

TEN YEARS LATER

yes then ten years actually pass while noctis is asleep. the game shows this by switching the head on noctis' character model to have a beard, but that's it, no changes in animations or whatever. the sky is permanently night and only one human civilisation remains, the rest destroyed by daemons. as a plot point, this ends up feeling. extremely worthless. why was noctis asleep for ten whole goddamn years? so we can wake up and go 'damn it sucks out here'. but it's barely even a like, incentive to fix everything, because you have a long talk with a former child you were friends with where he talks about how humanity is still going fine and everyone's okay and the world has moved on without you. it feels. pointless. when you meet up with your party members, they are exactly as you left them, only with slightly different character models. there is no change in the voice performance, the character's movements or how they talk to show that they've been without you for ten years. they barely mention it. i'm just. so confused as to why they decided that a ten year timeskip was the way to go? since nothing really changes, couldn't you have made it like, two years? one year? six months?? have the characters react a little more? something??? at least if it was only a year or so i wouldn't have to deal with the fact that noctis looks like norman reedus with his shitty facial hair now.

anyways after that there's a bunch of long and boring boss fights. you fight some dead kings for some reason, your party members get a little bit to talk about how cool they are and how much they love noctis, and then you meet up with ardyn. there's another boring boss fight and god this was only a few hours ago but it's already gone from my head. you summon the gods and the old kings to beat the shit out of him after you both go super saiyan again? there's incredible music but it feels barely earned and just kind of eh. anyways, noctis dies, which was the price of using the crystal of light or whatever the fuck. his ghost marries his fiance's ghost finally, and they smile as they look at one of prompto's pictures. you can pick any picture you want to go here, and then the credits roll, showing all of the pictures you saved of prompto's shots. showing me all the pictures at the end is honestly lovely, but it really only served to remind me of how much more fun the game was in the first half. and that's the end, of final fantasy xv.

so what did i think of the story? it's terribly cobbled together and struggles to get you to feel anything and play out all the plot beats. you feel awful for the countless employees who spent years working on the beautiful cutscenes only to have them be in this game, which sucks and the story barely gets through. there were parts that i enjoyed, mostly the thing about the daemons being people, but honestly the rest of it is a mess. it's hard to follow at the best of times and just awkward and terribly written at the worst. the ending is cheap, and it doesn't feel like you've actually accomplished anything. i left that game feeling numb and empty, sad that i'd wasted so much time to end up with such a colossal failure of a conclusion.

i had fun with the game when it was my four little guys running around doing sidequests and camping together. after the midway point of the game, there's none of that, and you're bogged down into a plot that just pushes you from point a to point b and boring overlong bossfight to boring overlong bossfight. the character moments between your party are a lot of fun, but the second you hit fantasy venice, everything is pretty much on rails and you can't do anything except what the game tells you explicitly to do.

should you play this game? no lol. if anything i've mentioned about the story interests you, you'll be better off watching a lore video or reading the wiki. if you do want to play it after all that, just don't proceed after the myrthril refining quest, it's pretty much all downhill from there. will i play the dlc? unlikely, i think lizz and i will just watch a cutscene movie of those.

this game left me feeling empty and numb and not in a fun way. i wanted, so, so hard to like this game, and it all crashed around me in a beautifully overproduced and confusingly written cascade. i love you prompto, but even your cute little freckly face and terrible photography can't save this trainwreck of a game.

tl;dr - final fantasy xv sucks. i hope that 13, our next ff game, will be better.

#ramble #review type thing #did you read all of this? im impressed #i did not proofread #so if its a mess #just pretend thats a meta commentary about the game itself #i wrote this for like an hour trying to understand the feelings this game gave me #final fantasy xv

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