#and of course the friends cast is iconic for being close af which i think as well goes back to that culture they decided to build together
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I love watching shows but never really follow the cast but with iwtv I am kinda doing it with Jacob and Sam now, in terms of watching interviews etc. and their chemistry and friendship is so good. I imagine a lot of that is like the forced proximity but it also feels very sincere idk if most casts are like this but im really enjoying them
It is! I've talked about it a little bit in another post which tumblr's search function is not being helpful with, haha, but I think there were a whole bunch of circumstances at play probably with Jacob and Sam forming the relationship they did. In particular, I think it was probably a perfect storm of the pandemic intensifying the circumstances, both being at similar points in their careers in that they'd been jobbing actors but were becoming established in their home countries and so IWTV marked a huge step up for them both professionally given they're lead roles / it's a high budget series/ a US production, and that they seem to have pretty similar ideas about not just what they're adapting, but the culture they want to create on set as the actors at the top of the call sheet, and their processes more generally.
I think it's the latter thing that often is a pretty major influence too? The last two fandoms I've been in were Succession and Good Girls, and those casts had very different dynamics. The Succession cast - particularly the actors playing the father+siblings I think fell into that family relationship a bit, which in my experience isn't all that uncommon, so while there was a lot of love (and Sarah seemed closest with basically everyone), they also as a cast pretty clearly annoyed each other in that sibling-way too (Jeremy was actually the one to say that they literally feel like a family for better and worse to which Kieran very much nodded, haha). I think it was compounded by the cast clearly having very different approaches to acting too (Brian Cox being traditional-Shakespearean, Jeremy Strong being method, Kieran Culkin increasingly improvising / trying to make the others break) which is lowkey funny to me, but I can understand why that would create friction. It probably wasn't helped by the fact that members of the cast knew each other before the show and that many of the leads were at very different stages of their careers.
They seem to talk a lot less in general, but also seem to still be supporting each other's new projects and a lot of them have been spotted at each other's theatre shows over the last year even, so I think the love is genuinely still there.
Good Girls there was like, one person (the fan favourite and half of the main ship at that, lol) who very much had a rift with the rest of the cast, but the three lead actresses had (and still have!) an extremely adorable friendship. Retta and Mae Whitman were even recently at Christina's wedding and they all even regularly post nostalgically about working together on Instagram even though the show ended three years, which is really cute.
But yeah, there are also a lot of casts who are just colleagues or even hate each other's guts, haha, so we've truly lucked out with this cast. Hopefully it stays that way!
#riley keough and lily gladstone from under the bridge actually seem really close too which i love#and of course the friends cast is iconic for being close af which i think as well goes back to that culture they decided to build together#as they set the standard for negotiating salaries and conditions as co-leads#so yeah it definitely depends#the gg drama is still funny to me to this day#iwtv cast asks#sorry you weren't asking about other casts but still haha#welcome to my ama
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book review: Jeannette Ng, Under the Pendulum Sun (2017)
Genre: Gothic fantasy
Is it the main pairing: Yes
Is it canon: Yes
Is it explicit: No
Is it endgame: Yes
Is it shippable: It is lit
Bottom line: HOW IS THIS BOOK EVEN REAL. When they put me in the ground I hope they bury me with a copy of this book so I can read it in the afterlife.
Miss Catherine Helstone, a clergymanâs daughter, sets sail for the infidel lands where her brother Laon is a missionary and from whence his letters home have grown increasingly cryptic and erratic. The twist is, heâs not spreading the Good Word in India or Africa or the New World â heâs in Fairie asdfgkkjkdfjdk. Catherine hasnât seen him in three years. Sheâs so worried about him that she strong-arms the Missionary Society of London into bankrolling her ticket to Arcadia, on the grounds that the previous guy who held the post met a messy & mysterious end, and she is the properest person to prevent the same fate befalling Laon. Because sheâs highkey in love with him. Well, that revelation takes half the book to unfold, however the opening line is âMy brother and I grew up dreaming of new worlds.â For the first 25% of the book she doesnât even lay eyes on Laon, she just shows up in Arcadia and stays in his house while heâs gone on some unspecified errand. And what a house it is.
I feel like Iâve spent my whole life reading about impossibly grand, potentially sentient haunted houses. Such houses are drenched in secrets. You need a first-person narrator to really experience the affect of the house, preferably someone whoâs unfamiliar with the setting and disoriented by the mind games it plays: Jane Eyre in Mr. Rochesterâs house leaps to mind. Jane Eyre btw nearly marries her first cousin to take up the missionary life with him (before deciding to go back to Rochester). See, the reason Janeâs cousin proposed to her was because ties of blood were thought to be not strong enough to bindâwhen youâre out in the field converting heathens you need an acknowledged romantic attachment. So the fact that Cathy follows her brother to Arcadia tells you everything about how important he is to her. She would have followed him to perdition. Think of that immortal Sylvia Plath quote: I love him to hell and back and heaven and back, and have and do and will.
To return to the subject of incest in haunted houses: The Fall of the House of Usher? Atmospheric, creepy af, but the implied relationship is presented decidedly unsympathetically. The Thirteenth Tale? The incest is canon but you are not supposed to be rooting for the incestuous couple. Crimson Peak? Sheâs mentally ill and itâs not even the fucked-up kind of shippable a la Jaime/Cersei. Flowers in the Attic? Shippable, but the dubious consent squicks me out. A Spell of Winter? Comes closest, in that they were 100% in love, but it was a situational in love if you know what I meanâwhere is my tormented passion with 200 pages of obsessive pining??? Now do you see why I lost my fucking mind when I read Under the Pendulum Sun? I have been waiting for this book for MY ENTIRE GODDAMN LIFE.
Laon may be absent from the house, but he is very much present in Cathyâs thoughts. She canât go five paragraphs without mentioning some innocuous detail, fondly remembered from their shared childhood.
In youth, I had shared Laonâs restlessness. University had only nourished and nurtured his ambitions, but education had stifled mine. I had been taught to tame my wild impulses and desires that had agitated me to pain. I had folded it with my soul and learnt to drink contentment like you would a poison. Drop by drop, day by day. Until it became tolerable.
If this isnât shades of Cersei & Jaime, mirrors cracked by patriarchy!!! Seriously this is exactly how Cersei must have felt, after 8 years of crossdressing in each otherâs clothes, the day the master-at-arms put a sword in Jaimeâs hand and she got⊠what, embroidery? Cathy cried the first time Laon went off to Latin & Greek lessons without her. He smuggles his books to her afterwards, of course, and they do spend plenty of time poring over the classics together. But itâs not the same as being granted that education in her own right. In the great tradition of clergymenâs daughters, Cathy is âgenteel enough to be educated and accomplished, but never useful. Caught between the world of labour and that of letters,â she goes on to become a ladyâs companion and later a governessâwhich for a gently-reared lady is a kind of social death. Jane Fairfax in Emma certainly saw it that way. Wellborn women generally embark upon the vocation of governess as an avenue of last resort. Which is to say, thereâs not a lot of scope for independent ambition for a girl in Cathyâs position. Sheâs twenty-five when she comes to Arcadia, and what is incredible is not that she doesnât mention any suitors or romantic dalliances but she doesnât even mention any friends by name. Itâs like her whole world is Laon, her thoughts are consumed by him, her memories are dominated by him. It must have been very lonely growing up on the Yorkshire moors.
When I was young and I walked on the moors with Laon, I could not imagine a wilder place, given over to nature. The biting chill in our faces and the mists hanging over the endless, treeless dales. We chased each other, through the rippling heather, through ruined farmhouses. We would pretend that we were the only people left alive in the world.
And so, here I was: clutching the compass he had left behind, knot tightening within my heart, under the light of the pendulum sun.
Mark that metaphor of the knot tightening around her heartâit will continue to crop up. Sheâs been in love with him a long time, even if she wonât admit it to herself. Ffs he left her a compass when he took up his missionary duties, and if that isnât a metaphor for his heart I dunno what is.
Laon and I used to play games, scaring each other under the sheets ⊠I still remember huddling against him, hooking our fingers together and promising under every token that we held sacred that if one of us were to die, we would come back and haunt the other.
This is at once wholesome and macabreâthey would give up heaven and hope of salvation in order to HAUNT the other as a GHOST because theyâre that scared of being separated from each other? ICONIC.
I longed to hear my brotherâs sermons again. He had a passion that surged under the measured cadence of his voice and, more than that, I had begun to miss his discordant singing.
She misses his sermons! She misses his voice even if he canât carry a tune! She misses everything about him!
I missed Laon. I used to tickle him in church to keep him awake. All too often, weâd giggle and bicker under our breaths until our father cast us a stern gaze from the pulpit and weâd silence. Iâd keep holding his hand, though, as he needed my nails in his palm to not fall asleep.
He would reach across the table and wind my hair behind my ear. Reaching for a pin to secure the distracting hair, I told myself that it was nonsense to miss the softness of his touch or the stroke of his fingers.
That night, I dreamt. Laon and I were children again, when his hands were no bigger than mine. We were running, tumbling through the heather âŠ
I tried to imagine his voice. I remembered the curve of his ears against my lips and the warmth of his hands in mine. We had not laced together our fingers for a very long time. He didnât even shake my hand before he left.
This girl sure spends a lot of time thinking about holding her brotherâs hand!!! Here the text begins to tease at the rupture that happened before he left, and the non-supernatural causes of their long estrangement. Oh here she is asking theologically thorny questions of her tutors at boarding school:
My palms stung for days afterwards as I was whipped for impertinence. I gritted my teeth through the pain as I wrote to Laon about it, my letters curling all wonky.
Awwww heâs her #1 confidante, the one she turns to for comfort and validation. Itâs been tough not having him around these last few years:
More than ever, I missed Laon. I wanted to tell him about this, to press my forehead against his and whisper to him what I knew like old secrets shared in the dark under blankets and sheepskins.
Itâs just that everyone seems to take Cathy for grantedâoffhand she says sheâs darned more socks than educated young mindsâand Laon is the only one who sees her and values her. Every memory of their childhood closeness is somehow sweet as well as mega suggestive?! Here are some more super suggestive lines:
âYou donât only ever want things you could have.â
âIt is dangerous eating forbidden foods.â
That last line refers to the well-known injunction against mortals eating or drinking anything while sojourning in the faerie realm: Once you taste fae food the Fair Folk get to keep you forever. In the mythology of this story, itâs okay to eat as long as you sprinkle salt on it first. You have to put salt in everything you consume, though, even your hot chocolateâjust another reminder that Arcadia is inhospitable and alien and if you set one foot wrong your soul is forfeit. For the moment Cathy is confined to the manor, because thereâs a geas that guarantees her safety on the property but not beyond it. So she wanders around this creepy-ass house that features doors into empty air, lanterns guttering out, moths that eat away the ink on your parchment. The other inhabitants include: A ghostly housekeeper she never sees, a gnome handyman lately converted to Christianity, and a changeling fae girl who Cathy suspects to be her brotherâs mistress. Cathy obtains the journals of Reverend Haleâthe priest who preceded Laonâand sets to work deciphering them.
My brotherâs house became to me a place of questions without answers.
Later on, when Laon returns, he straight up begs her to leave it alone:
âDonât do this,â he pleaded. âDonât try to solve this place. It wonât end well.â
This, of course, is the sort of admonition ignored by the heroine of every Gothic romanceâwarnings destined to fall on deaf ears as she plunges ahead to unravel the mystery. Ok but letâs talk about the scene where Laon comes back, encounters Cathy and concludes she is a PHANTOM conjured up to torment him:
âIf you are trying to seduce me, spirit, Iâm afraid Iâm quite incapable at the moment.â âI ⊠I am your Cathy. Your sister.â
But of course any spirit would take the form of his sister, the person dearest to his heart. âSeduceâ is an interesting word choice, isnât it? But listen to the way she says âyour Cathyâ!!!
âWhy do you plague me so? Does it please you to see me like this? Have you tortured me enough?â âIs it so impossible that I am indeed your sister? Can you not believe that I could and would follow you? Can you not believe that I have the strength and the love to come? Can you not believe that I would careââ âCatherine!â His walking stick clattered to the floor.
And then he TAKES HER IN HIS ARMS. They fall down and roll around, his face muffled in her shoulder, and she âdared not look at himâ which is code for âif I look at him I will kiss himâ until theyâre interrupted by a servant and guiltily spring apart. Sheâs so glad to have him back. Listen to the easy way they tease each other:
âOh, hush, you are nothing like Lord Byron.â I took the page from him. âYour poetry is abysmal.â âExactly like him then,â said Laon.
I SNORTED.
âYou used to crawl into my bed when there was thunder. I was always fairly sure it was just an excuse, you would fall asleep so quickly when you clung to me.â âYou were warm,â I muttered in half confession, avoiding his gaze. âAnd your bed smelt nice.â âMy bed smelt of me.â My voice grew smaller and my fingers agitated. âExactly.â
HE SMELLED NICE. And who can resist the all-powerful bedsharing trope amirite? The problem is, just because Laon is physically present doesnât mean he stops being emotionally distant:
I found myself studying the rhythm of his gait, the set of his jaw and the weariness in his shoulders. There was so much between us that remained unspoken, and for all that I could read from the way he moved and held himself, it was not enough.
There are oceans of unsaid things between them. Plus, every time she lays a hand on himâand after their reunion itâs always Cathy initiating the touchâhe acts like it physically pains him. How do you react to that, to your brother recoiling from you touch?
âI am not an ornamental hermit,â said Laon, his anger spilling over. I placed a hand on his shoulder and he flinched at my touch but calmed.
The sight of my own helpless brother disarmed me. I reached out a comforting hand to him, laying it on his shoulder ⊠He leaned into my touch and I could see his demeanor soften before he pulled away.
âYou need me here, Laon.â I put my hand on his shoulder; he flinched and pulled away. âYou arenât safe here.â his eyes flickered to me and then away again. âItâs not about that ⊠Itâs not that I need you, itâs that I wantââ he stopped. His voice sounded as though it was about to break. He turned and simply left.
Laon does that at lotâbreaks off in the middle of sentences. Heâll say things like, âIs it not enough thatââ and then just stop. Like he has to clamp the words down before he can betray his true feelings to Cathy. He tells her she has to leave in two weeks, which is an entirely arbitrary deadline based on the fact that he canât stop either worrying about her or wanting her:
âIt is very dangerous out there, Cathy. In the mists. Anything ⊠I cannotââ âWhat cannot you do, Laon? ⊠Have you not done it all? Have you not gone to university? Have you not left England? Have you not made yourself a grand explorer?â
What he cannot do, and what he longs to do above all, is protect her. Heâs been petitioning the Faerie Queen to grant the Church some concessions, like license to travel & preach all over Arcadia, and it doesnât sound like heâs getting anywhere. Cathyâs presence is both keeping him sane and driving him to distraction.
Though my eyes were on the fire, his were on me. I could feel his gaze on my skin and I ached to touch him again.
She ACHES for hiS TOuCH omg i am L I V I N G. Did I mention she DREAMS about him, like, constantly?
That night, I dreamt of Laon. He lay under a willow in a garden, resting his head on the lap of a pale, pale woman. She wound her arms around him and he sighed as she stroked his face ⊠The dream continued for some time, and when I finally awoke, I found my eyes gritty and sore from unshed tears, and my heart aching.
She later recognizes the âpale, pale womanâ as the actual Faerie Queen who invites herself to Laonâs house on a sort of Royal Progress. This is Cathy greeting the queen and registering that sheâs the woman from her dream:
I withered under her gaze and that knot of pain in my chest grew heavier and tighter. She smiled, and I could see again those lips brushing against my brotherâs ears.
The thing is, Cathy invokes the imagery of lips brushing against ears in reference to her own memories of growing up with Laon, âhis lips brushing against my ear in mimicry of a secret.â It gets worse. Sheâs summoned to the Faerie Queenâs chambers and the bottom drops out of her stomach when she sees the bed:
I remembered attaching my green ribbons to our old sheets. They had been our motherâs in her dowry, and when Laon had inherited them I had sewn on the green ribbons on an extravagant whim. I had worn those ribbons in my hair running through the moors. I remember him trying to snatch them from me as we rolled about in the heather. Those were Laonâs sheets on Mabâs beds.
Those are literally the sheets that made up their motherâs trousseau, that Cathy herself had painstakingly embellished with her own handiwork. In an era when all your clothes and linens had to be hand-sewn without aid of machines, it was indeed extravagant to spend that much time adding green ribbons to a perfectly serviceable set of sheets. The symbolic significance thoughâCathy would have sewn them on for Laon, would have expected Laon to sleep on them. WHAT KIND OF FUCKING MESSAGE IS THIS BITCH TRYING TO SEND??? Cathy canât be blamed for wondering. It makes her blood boil to imagine Laon in the Faerie Queenâs arms. If the goal was to make Cathy insanely jealous by flaunting her hold over Laon, well, achievement unlocked I guess.
The Fairie Queen takes up residence. She insists on (1) a masquerade ball and (2) a boar hunt. The ball is a highly bizarre affairâthe dancers are clockwork automatons, the guests materialize out of paintingsâbut one thing it does is force Cathy and Laon to confront their frankly off-the-charts level of physical attraction to each other:
He loomed over me and I felt that prickle of annoyance that I have known all my life about his height. âYouâ youâreâŠâhe hesitated before finishing. âYouâre quite pretty.â The knot within my heart tightened. I simply could not remember the last time he had remarked upon my appearance. He said nothing when I twirled before him in old dresses on the eve of my first dance at the squireâs house. Nothing when the village girls and I gigglingly contemplated the prospect of marriage and asked his assessment. Nothing when I attended his first sermon in my best dress and motherâs brooch. He must not have done so since we were children. My brow furrowed, trying to make sense of that knot within me. It ached with a visceral familiarity, as though I had borne it all my life without knowledge of it. âIâm sorry,â said my brother. âI should not have said anything.â âNo ⊠I hadnât realized how long it was since you last said that.â A smile wavered at the corner of his lips.
âCathy, do you think me handsome?â ⊠I took a step closer, to see him better. A flush rose within me, unaccustomed to the nearness of him. Without asking, I reached behind him and undid the ribbon of his domino mask. It fell free of his face, and I kept staring. For the first time in a long time, I simply looked at my brotherâs face. It was strange, as I had thought it so familiar, but it was to his moods and changes, the subtle quirk of his mouth or flash of his eyes âŠ. Would she think him as beautiful as I did?
Ok first of all to reach behind someoneâs head and remove their mask is the most intimate of gestures. Second of all, Cathy and Laon encounter another pair of siblings at the ball who are codependent as hell and not tryna hide it, of the âhe stroked her hair with the lightest of touchesâŠ. she drew a nail across the skin of his jawâ variety. Those two are described as waltzing across the floor in a hold âtoo close to be decent,â which could also describe their relationship in general tbh. Whatâs interesting is that while Laon and Cathy do not waltz together at the actual masquerade, that night she dreams about waltzing with him. The significance of the waltz versus one of the regular old country dances is the waltz is deemed waaaaay more risquĂ©; you spend the whole dance with one partner and thereâs a lot more skin-to-skin contact. Halfway through the ball, the Faerie Queen claps her hands, dispels the illusions that festoon the hall and voila, the fae revert to their true shapes! The singing birds are revealed to be human prisoners in chains! Cathyâs elaborate ballgown disappears!
âCathy âŠâ My brother choked out my name. I looked confused at his face. He was staring at me intently. The hunger in his eyes was both alien and achingly familiar. That knot within me tightened and I felt a warmth spread across my skin. âYouââ His jaw clenched and his lips pulled into a tight line. He did not stop staring, though, even as I could tell he was trying to stop ⊠I was completely naked underneath the gossamer thin fabric. I could feel my brotherâs gaze upon my skin, his study of my shape.
He canât tear his eyes from her naked body and I donât care how cliched it is, I am HERE FOR IT. She flees up to her room then, and itâs in the context of her mortifying exit from the ball that she has the dream where sheâs waltzing with Laon:
We were at once running through the heather and arguing over his departure to become a missionary. We were bickering over toy soldiers, getting lost in the garden. We were gazing upon our fatherâs coffin and despairing over our inheritance of debts. All moments of our intertwined lives tangled before me. I felt that old, familiar knot within my chest tighten. My fingers traced against his flesh and I found the words that were written there âŠ. As I read his bound soul, his hands uncovered mine. We followed each unutterable word, each branded red and raw in the book of human skin ⊠I found my own name written upon the book of his soul.
This is (1) unbearably poetic (2) inevitable. Their whole lives have been leading to this. And then the next day she confronts him in the stables before the hunt:
âYou canât do this alone. You need me here.â âYou donât understand, Cathy âŠâ âIf not me, then someone else, a wife, Miss Davenport.â My voice was hollow even to my own ears; I did not want him to marry. To utter the words twisted the knotted pain in my chest, the knot I did not want to give a name to. I remembered feeling it every time he flirted with another woman, every time the ladies at church would flutter by and giggle at the prospect of an attachment. I had carried it within myself for so long, heavy as a stone. For the first time, I felt the true weight of it, across my shoulders and tight around my chest. I felt a spinning sense of unbalance even as that weight and pain anchored me. âYou need someone and it should be me. You should not be alone here.â âI want you here. More than anything.â âThen why are you sending me away?â
Do you hear that? The weight of her painful passion for her brother has anchored her for so long that sheâs unbalanced by the loss of it. When she places the look in his eyes as lust, when the knot in her chest begins to loosen the tiniest bit, sheâs flailing bc she doesnât know what to do with herself. At this point I need to spoil the central twist of this story so I urge you all in the STRONGEST terms to please go read it then come back ok?
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Gothic fiction is full of doubles. Not like, literal doppelgĂ€ngers, but characters whose existence is designed to cast certain traits of the protagonistâs into sharp relief. Fresh off the boat the very first person that Cathy meets in Arcadia is Miss Ariel Davenport, the aforementioned changeling whose function in Laonâs household is unclear. Ariel is weird. She rambles on about esoteric subjects, asks non sequitur questions, and claims an unearned intimacy by calling Cathy by her Christian name. Ariel was swapped for the ârealâ Ariel Davenport as a baby, and grew up thinking she was human. Hereâs how she found out she wasnât:
âI do know I donât need food. I donât starve, I just feel hungry ⊠Ariel Davenportâs family died in a workhouse. I watched them starve when I did not. Whatever fae gears were inside me kept turning.â
What a brutal awakening. Ariel talks a lot about how she doesnât fit in, how she doesnât really belong in Arcadia but when she tries to do human things like embroider a handkerchief or love someone thereâs an offness to it:
âBut itâs not quite the same. Doesnât come naturally.â
Arielâs name recalls the spirit from Shakespeareâs The Tempest, who also got a pretty raw dealâshe was a genie-in-a-bottle enslaved to a magician with delusions of grandeurâ and Ariel Davenport likewise never grows enough of a spine to openly cross her master. Her âmasterâ would be the Faerie Queen, the one at whose court Laon is currently detained. Sheâs the one pulling all the strings. Thereâs a reason that Ariel was sent to stay with Laon and Cathy, and the reason, as you may have surmised, is that Cathy is a changeling too. DUN DUN DUN.
Thatâs the revelation that shatters her. Itâs Ariel who discloses the truth to her, a truth the reader has probably divined already from other hints; itâs Ariel who, transfigured into various animal guises, is the quarry of the hunt. Cathy plunges a knife into Arielâs heart (!) bc someoneâs gotta do it, the Queen has decreed Ariel must die for sport and at least this way Laonâs hands will be clean of murder. Itâs ok if Cathy does it, she tells herself, because she doesnât have a soul. And the consummation of her and Laonâs relationship happens right on the heels of that, because you canât really expect a mainstream audience to be invested in a love scene unless you assure them itâs not really incest since theyâre not blood-related, so that checks out. Sheâs trying to wash Arielâs blood off when he knocks on her door:
No, Catherine Helstoneâs brother. I corrected myself ⊠He was not mine to call my own.
I did not turn around. I did not want to see the look in his eyes. I feared his pity, his revulsion, his anger. I dreaded it all, but above all, I feared his absence.
Ahsjhdjfhdjfd he drops his greatcoat on the floor, rolls up his sleeves, and takes up a washcloth to bathe her:
âWe used to share a copper bath like this by the fire,â he said conversationally. I could hear the strain in his voice, see the slight tremble in his motions. âWhen we were small enough to both fit inside the tub. You hated washing your hair because of the soap in your eyes.â Did I giggle when he upended buckets of water over my head or was I angered? Did I sit patiently as he scrubbed my back or did I squirm at his touch. The water was lukewarm but Laonâs touch was anything but cold. I followed his every movement, the nonsense patterns upon my skin. I was holding my breath, listening to his. I could feel him, warm and solid behind me, his breath hot on my shoulder, at the base of my neck. Shivers spidered down my spine and spread over me. I ached ⊠And then, his hands were on me again, strong, demanding. I revealed in his force; it proved to me that I was not breaking, that I would not shatter. He tightened his grip on my hips and I gasped. Fleetingly, I felt real.
Thatâs the crux of it. Her entire life has been a sham; being loved by Laon is the only thing thatâs left, the only thing thatâs real. You can see her already begin to doubt her recollection of the past, wondering âdid i giggleâŠ? did i squirmâŠ?â because HONESTLY IT COULDâVE BEEN INCEPTION. HOW DO U KNOW WHATS REAL. Sheâs spent the first half of the novel spinning us endless anecdotes from her childhood with Laon, and now this happens, it destroys the foundations of her identity:
All my memories seemed so distant. My imperfect, simulacrum mind with its imperfect memories ⊠I told my youth to myself like a story, trying to remember who I was. I told myself about the little papers I wrote with Catherine Helstoneâs brother, the names we gave the toy soldiers and the fantastical yet tediously mundane lands they explored ⊠It all seemed so very insubstantial. Except that memory. I flushed warm whenever my thoughts brushed against it. Unlike everything else, I remembered with embarrassing clarity, every touch between us, every biting kiss and each hot breath. I was a moth, speared like a specimen by his scrutiny. I lay under him, pinned. His gaze, his touch, his grip made me real.
This is Cathy two or three days ago talking to Ariel about her earliest memory:
âI always liked to think that my first memory was of Laon. I was three, maybe and we were playing. I donât remember what, but we were hiding under a table and we had to be very quiet. The tablecloth was red and I think I remember his fingers against my lips.â âIs it real?â âOf course it is,â I said. I touched my fingers to my mouth, lingering on that memory, the vivid feeling of his skin against mine.
If she doesnât even have her memories of Laon, what does she have??? What is true and what is a forgery? This is from her waltz dream the night before:
We were surrounded by faceless automatons, by soulless far, by mindless beasts. He was the last real thing within these borders, under this unreal sun.
So the Queen and her retinue depart. Cathy and Laon are not atm seeing eye to eye because heâs wracked by guilt for the carnal sin theyâve committed, and sheâs wracked by guilt because she, you know, murdered Ariel. Iâm not at all surprised at Laon, thoughâthis is after all the man who wrote in his journal:
Sometimes this cross is heavy beyond endurance. I carry it in repentance for the sins of my heart, for that is the same as the sins of the flesh. To look upon a woman in lust is to have committed adultery with her already . I know this and I bear it. I feel that I shall bear it for all my days.
For all his days, he saysâheâll go to his grave loving Cathy and thatâs the tea. But right now sheâs hurting, and she more or less keeps to her bed:
He did not ask if I was going to leave the room or when; he recognized this childish habit already. I had done it after the funeral of Catherine Helstoneâs sister when I was seven and a half, then again for a while after her fatherâs. I remembered counting the threads in the quilt, willing my world to be just that warm, soft embrace. He had taken care of me then ⊠He still gazed at me in hunger when he thought I wasnât looking. I yearned for that closeness, that reality, but I could not bring myself to deserve it. Day after day, I ate because he bid me to.
He has looked after her in her grief before and he does so again now. She spends the next few chapters avoiding his name and referring to him as âCatherine Helstoneâs brother.â What jolts her out of her funk is, one day they crawl into the belly of a beached whale and catalogue the wonders contained therein. Itâs an adventure, and she doesnât initially go willingly:
Deaf to my protests, he had gathered me into his arms, deposited me onto the floor and proceeded to roll my outdoor stocking onto my feet. Despite my squirming and kicking, he persevered.
Lmao this is peak sibling interaction. Once theyâre inside the belly of the beast, of course, it turns into something else:
He was standing very close to me and all at once I was all too aware of him. I forgot why I was fighting so hard to put aside our attraction, forgot all the reasons I gave myself for why I shouldnât. Each memory seemed to lead me inexorably to this point where I was standing before him, slightly too close and far too afraid. I had not wanted to give name to this passion, not wanted to acknowledge it. I could have gone to my grave not knowing why I felt this ache whenever I saw Catherine Hailstoneâs brother. I could have passed this life blind of my own longing and ignorant to his. I could have ⊠He was simply there, too close, too real and too beautiful.
So OF COURSE they tumble into bed in Cathyâs tower room amidst their scribbled notes (theyâre working on translating the Bible because âthe mother tongue is the best missionaryâ) and the ink is blotted onto Cathyâs skin holy shit how appropriate is that. All those Greek and Latin texts they pored over as kids, the sermons he practiced on her, all of that was leading up to this: Cathy Helstone, the wife and helpmeet that Reverend Helstone DESERVES. I am strongly put in mind of two other stories stop for a second and hear me out: (1) Pygmalion, the tale of the sculptor who falls in love with his own creation and brings her to life and (2) Tam Lin, the ballad about a fellow whoâs abducted by the Faerie Queen and whose ladylove rescues him through sheer grit and pluckâher trial is to hold onto him and not let go while he transforms into every dangerous beast under the sun. In the beginning it seemed like Laon = Tam Lin but now itâs Cathy whoâs fallen into the Faerie Queenâs clutches.
we lay curled up against each other like the working dogs used to by the fire. He looked over at me and with a lazy, contented smile on his lips, he said, âCathyââ
âDonât call me that,â I said, cutting him short. Panic welled up at the back of my throat at that name. âIâm not ââ
âCathy,â he said again, pressing his face against the curve of my neck. I felt his warm breath upon my skin and giddy pleasure spread from those lips; I calmed. âLet the other be Catherine. And you can be Cathy. You will always be my Cathy and you will always be my sister.â I raised an eyebrow at that, and he had the decency to look sheepish. âAnd other things, true,â he said. âBut either way, you shouldnât think of yourself as less real. And I do have to call you something.â
âIâm not real.â
âYou feel real to me.â
I love how her being âother thingsâ to him doesnât in any way negate her being his sister. Lord, that âyou feel real to meâ is everythinggggggg. At the same time I canât blame Cathy for being assailed by doubt:
âitâs possible that no memory before I set foot on fae soil is real ⊠I canât trust my own mind.â
âI know my sister like I know my own mind. I would know if you ââ
âYou thought I was an illusion created by the mists to torment you.â
âI had imagined you so many times ⊠I knew I had to leave, I wanted you too much ⊠So, believe me. I did not doubt you because you are not who I know you to be. I doubted you because of my own weakness. You are the sister I are up with, the sister I have loved and love now. And thatâs all that matters.â
Laon goes as far as to try to obtain receipts to prove her realness: They attend a Goblin Market where everything is for saleâfor a price. He offers to sell an arm, a leg, a lung and an eye in exchange for Cathyâs memories??? Itâs half of him for half her soul, I guess. Find yourself a man who looks at you the way Laon Helstone looks at his sister:
âCathy, I love you.â Unlike his earlier declarations, he said it quite plainly as though it were an observation about the weather ⊠âIâve loved you, adored you, desired you for as long as I remember ⊠As a sister, as a lover, it doesnât matter ⊠You doubt the truth of your mind and your memories, and if this can give you answers ⊠Then Iâm willing to pay the asking price for that.â
This speech absolutely melted me. She talks him down from selling an arm for her soul, but I mean, as far as Godâs concerned the way she feels about Laon skates perilously close to idolatry:
For all that we had the books of our faith before us, he stood between me and every impulse of religion, even as he reached out to me with the promise of intercessory grace, he eclipsed such hopes of heaven. I had made an idol of him, and for all my excuses that this but a return to the childish hero worship I had once had for him, this went deeper. When he clasped his hand around mine in prayer, when I knelt before him, I thought not of God, that Lord of Hosts, nor of Jesus, the Redeemer, but of him, simply and eternally.
So to recap: Laon and Cathy are holding onto each other for dear life in this godforsaken hellscape of a ruined castle-manor where the weather has to be summoned with arcane spells and the flowers, instead of thriving or wilting naturally, have to be individually painted with the change of seasons. Come to find out, they are literally in hell. Not purgatory, hell itself. Which would explain how all Laonâs proselytizing has amounted to one (1) successful convert. Thatâs a piss poor track record by any metric. And their lone convert didnât even accept Jesus Christ as his savior on Laonâs watch. It happened when the other guy, Reverend Hale, was here. What happened was Reverend Haleâs wife decided to take her Communion bread unsalted, and was promptly CONDEMNED TO HELL FOR ETERNITY because remember the first rule of Arcadia: Donât eat anything unless you salt it. She is the madwoman in the attic, the âwoman in blackâ that Cathy has caught glimpses of from time to time. It was an experiment designed to show that Godâs grace extended even unto Arcadia. It didnât work, but I guess anyone who witnessed this crazy stunt would have developed a newfound respect for humans and their faith. What this means is that the madwoman in the attic is not after all the original Catherine. She is not Laon Helstoneâs sister, which was the working assumption of both Cathy and the reader up till now.
A fire breaks out in the kitchen. Cathy and Laon are unharmed by the conflagration. This is because in the house they are still protected by the geas â the one that is centered on Laon, the one that Cathy was told extended to her too because âBlood binds blood. And blood knows blood.â But the entire point of Cathy being a changeling is that she does not share Laonâs blood. Something doesnât add up. A rider arrives with a letter. Itâs dated months and months ago, from the London Missionary Society. Someone has been carrying on a correspondence with Reverend Helstoneâs sister in their name, but it isnât them, and they sure as hell did not sponsor Cathyâs passage to Arcadia. The truth hits Laon and Cathy at the same time:
My mouth was a grave of words, each thought dying there and it was their rot that I tasted, that filled me with gut-wrenching revulsion. He laughed, threw his head back and just laughed. His wide shoulders shook with his senseless mirth until his eyes too were filled with tears. âI thought you were an apparition to tempt me.â His beautiful mouth twisted cruel. âI thought the mist spat you out to make me sin, to pull me down, to drag me to hell. I thought I could outrun myself, my own sins, my own sister. I thoughtââ âLaon, no âŠâ I wasnât sure what I was objecting to, but I wanted him to stop. I wanted myself to stop. âBut they did better than that.â I flung myself at him, covered his lips with mine. Tear-stained hands cupping his face, it was not a kiss so much as a hard, stubborn meeting of lips. It needed to stop. Everything needed to stop, to silence. Gasping, he choked out, âYouâre my sister.â My cheeks were against his face and my tears were his. We were broken mirrors of one another. âYouâre my sister,â he said again. He did not push me away.
!!!!! SHEâS REALLY HIS SISTER AFTER ALL NOT A CHANGELING IT WAS ALL PART OF THE FAERIE QUEENâS PLAN!!!! Here she is confirming it:
âMy grand scheme.â She made a gesture towards the clockwork that framed her throne. âThe sins that I have set in motion, the gift that I have given you. Had I not summoned you to Arcadia, would you have seen these wonders? Had I not placed into my own home, remade for your pleasure, would you have realized your love?â
And it wasnât like she lied about itâthe fae canât lie, after all. Thatâs why theyâre so deadly at weaponizing the truth. She just left a trail of breadcrumbs and let people (aka Ariel) draw their own conclusions, and spill those conclusions to Cathy. You have to admire how elegantly she sprung the trap. And certainly neither Laon nor Cathy appears to regret falling into each otherâs arms. Itâs just that once again Cathyâs whole world has been turned upside down:
There was an acidic taste at the back of my throat ⊠Our love had been the last pure, real thing that I had clung to and it was slipping away ⊠Every kiss, every caress that had passed between us came to the fore of my mind, now tainted by new, old knowledge.
Okay but you know here is what else Cathy has also said on the subject of forbidden knowledge (one of the oldest senses of the verb âto knowâ is to know someone biblically):
The world was made with words. If I looked hard enough, I could read those words still. They flowed in the veins of the world, written on their seams. They told me this tree would reach the heavens. They told me nothing was forbidden. They told me knowledge could not be a sin.
Being expelled from Eden was not altogether a bad deal for Adam and Eve. And we are talking Edenic parallels here, since itâs revealed one of the Faerie Queenâs names is Lilith, aka Adamâs first wife. When I was younger and thought myself very superior I was of the Phillip Pullman School of âit is better to know sin than to remain ignorant and innocent,â but itâs not that simple. Cathy and Laon came to Arcadia to save souls; now it looks like theyâve lost theirs. Laon has spent more than half his life wrestling with theology: he is a preacher, and singularly unsuited to doing anything else. I keep circling back to that image of words written on the seams of the world, and I think about Cathyâs waltz dream where she read her name on the book of Laonâs soul, and the masquerade ball before that where they encountered the too-close pair of siblings whose skin was actually branded with words??? Not tattoos actual words of fire. Cathy could only kind-of read them, not being fluent in the Arcadian tongue. Cathy and Laon have spent half this novel translating scripture. Words are the building blocks of reality. If you notice in the passage where she finds out theyâve been sinning this whole time, it opens with âMy mouth was a grave of words.â Anyway, Cathy is all to pieces because a person can only sustain so many blows to their sense of self in quick succession:
Lantern in hand, I drifted through the castle, numb from new knowledge: I was human. I was in love with my brother. I was in hell.
Sheâd need time to process even one of those revelations, let alone all three at once. And in the end they decide to stay in Faerie and do missionary work together. Because, Cathy points out, if âthe mother tongue is the best missionaryâ and here they are in Hell, it can only help their cause that they are both fluent in sin. GIRL, A+ LOGIC. If anyone wants to read a short (<2k) fic about Cathy and Laon embarking on the next chapter of their lives, I highly recommend this one, where the Authorâs Note muses, âWhat's the biggest theologically-evocative Molotov cocktail I could throw in their path?â and the story goes with âCathy gets pregnantâ asddfggkgjgk.
Friends, I do not scruple to say that Jeannette Ng has written the perfect incest book for me. I still canât believe itâs an unabashed love story. Where the main pairing is canon and also endgame. It all unfolds inexorably, and when I found out Cathy was a changeling it didnât feel like a cop-out, unlike other stories where âtheyâre stepsiblings!â or âone of themâs adopted!â absolutely does feel like a cop-out. Because Cathyâs identity crisis is at the core of the story. When I found out she wasnât a changeling that felt inevitable too. Itâs just such a powerful meditation on memory, that most fallible of human faculties. Itâs such a power move to saturate the narrative with memories of Cathy and Laon playing as children, and then reveal that even those fragments arenât necessarily authentic:
We chased each other through the mists, like we were children again, playing on the moors ⊠Was I imagining now how much i had relished his closeness then? Was it simply newfound desire that was igniting all past memories or had I always flushed warm under his gaze?
Itâs unlikely had they remained in England they would have gotten together. The Fairie Queen had to pull out all the stops for this to be endgame. Can we all just ... RESPECT.
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Whoâs most likely on the chopping block SPOILERS AHEAD
Ok in the latest trailer we see literally everybody's getting bodied and it looks like pretty much everyone's gonna die or at least a majority of them will but realistically speaking I dont think KH3 is gonna be THAT dark
HOWEVER I do believe there will be SOME deaths as KH3 is supposed to be the darkest kh game I dont see Nomura letting this be a and they all lived happily ever after ending, but I believe its going to be a more bittersweet ending where the good side wins but at a great cost
So the next question is, whos actually gonna die? well I have some theories on whos the most likely to die and whos most likely gonna survive
For starters Mickey Donald and Goofy are pretty much set in stone theyâll be fine, its not TOTALLY impossible but I highly doubt Nomura or Disney would kill off those iconic characters so lets just mark them off right now to the SAFE list
Aqua, Terra, Ventus and Lea are more unknown, they could die or they could not but Iâll explain why its so up in the air
Aqua can and will be saved so it doesnt make much sense for her to die after we go through all this to save her, that being said she could die trying to protect everyone just like she did in the past but I still think to bring her back only to kill her off is highly unlikely so IMO Aqua is safe
Terra is a gamble, hes been on thin ice since BBS and I always assumed he would eventually die anyway I just didnt know when but I always figured he would eventually muster up the strength to free himself and die to protect his friends, I felt like Terra would possibly end himself to prevent Xehanort from using him to hurt any more people, in this case, I see Terra possibly doing that in this situation and I feel like Terraâs âdeathâ is long overdue since at least to me its been hinted thats where his arc was heading since the end of BBS, so IMO Terra is marked for death
Ventus is also a high possibility, if it wasnt Xehanort it was Vanitas trying to kill Ven although in Vanitas case his reasoning is alot more complicated but the fact remains they have both tried to âkillâ him in some way shape or form and have been searching for him for years and now that theyâve finally FOUND him the chances are pretty high that Ven is gonna die, he is in a VERY vulnerable position and unable to fight or defend himself and thanks to Aqua nobody knows where he is or how to save him so Ven is definitely in the danger zone and thats why IMO Ventus is hanging by a thread
Lea is a gamble too, heâs already âdiedâ once, became Axel, died again and became Lea again, to have him die a 3rd time seems excessive but it would be heart-wrenching if he is killed by one of his former friends Saix, Xion or Roxas which although having Lea die AGAIN as I said would be excessive this would DEFINITELY be a dark and tragic ending for Lea and the impact would be much bigger than it was the previous times and itâll hold that much more weight to it seeing him suffer from the loss of Isa and then keep remembering Xion and Roxas as well only to have one of them be the one to take him down for good is just beyond sad, so even though it may be excessive the impact would be massive which is why IMO Lea is marked for deathÂ
Now to move on to the main two, Riku and Kairi
For starters even with my personal bias against Kairi Im not stupid enough to think shes gonna die infact I think its the opposite, Kairi is HIGHLY unlikely to die and hereâs why
Sheâs part of the main trio that weâve followed from the start, sheâs Soraâs love interest, sheâs technically the main female, sheâs a princess of heart, sheâs a keyblade wielder, in other words sheâs too tightly woven into the story that for Nomura to take her out would not only be bold af but also extremely unexpected, its not often that you see a member of the main cast killed off but if they are its almost never the love interest which is why I believe Kairi is safe
Their also hyping up the romance way too much for them to just kill her off, unless this whole âoathâ and âdont think twiceâ is just one big red herring and they pull a 180 not only would that be risky af but also pretty danm genius cuz nobody would see that coming but I will not be mad at it and infact would appreciate Nomura even more for takin such a huge risk that not many others would take, although I already know majority of the fandom wouldnt agree with me on that and I think Nomura is aware of the shitstorm he would get if he did that aswell so yea Kairi is definitely safe
Riku not so much, unlike Kairi, Riku is not a love interest or atleast not the one Nomura intended, true Riku is also a part of the main trio but the rival/best friend always has the higher chance of dying to protect the MC than the main female/love interest does
You also have to look at Rikuâs character arc, his growth from giving into the darkness and doing horrible things to his journey of redemption, I believe his final atonement would be giving his life to protect Sora who in the past he had hurt so much, this and it leaves Sora still alive to save the world and defeat Xehanort since in the scene we see Sora doesnt have his keyblade and hes on his knees about to be attacked by a swarm of heartless and Riku being the last man standing protects him and if not for Riku, Sora would have died there, but Riku despite all odds against him, gives his all in protecting Sora
Someone made an interesting comparison of when Axel was fading away after âputting his whole being into an attackâ from the looks of the trailer Riku is DEFINITELY giving his all in this attack, Riku is ready and willing to die for Sora which is why Riku IMO is marked for death
But I also dont think Riku is gone for good, I think he might become a nobody and he IS the only one in the main trio who hasnt had a nobody, granted because heâs never been in a situation TO have one but now is the perfect time with the perfect setup for this to happen and come into play
How exactly this will play out in the future? I have no idea and until we play the game I cant think of any theories BUT I dont think Rikuâs gonna be gone for good, I think heâll have a Lea situation where he becomes a nobody, âdiesâ then returns to being his somebody again, or in other words is revived/reborn
Anyway thats all for my theories on whoâs most likely to die on the heroes side but what about the villains?
Saix is definitely marked for death, same for most of the seekers of darkness, Vanitas and Ventus MIGHT actually make peace and accept one another and reunite so in a way you could say Vanitas âdiesâ or he could go tragically and be killed being separated from Ven forever once again
And of course Xehanort is definitely gonna die, heâs the only one I am atleast 98% sure is going to die because at this point he has to unless they go the Iron Blooded Orphans route where literally almost all of the good guys DIE and the bad guys actually WIN with our heroes just having to live in hiding defeated Xehanort is almost gauranteed to die so IMO Xehanort is dead
Now to explain my ranking before I end this post so some of you who may be confused understand what I mean
Marked for death - means they have a target on their back and are within the enemies crosshairs and are highly likely to die unless they are saved by some deus ex machina and a miracle happens
Hanging by a thread - means that they are close to death but not quite sure if theyâll actually die hence why their hanging by a thread, maybe itâll snap maybe it wont just gotta wait and see how things play out
Safe is self explanatory and the same applies for Dead
Thats everything, let me know if you agree or disagree or you think someone else will die that I didnt mention and why
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I hEaRd U wRiTe BnHa... request for a gal that can invoque a Golem (made of whatever is surrounding her) that copies her movements. She's in 1-A, wanting to be a hero. But she's also an artist. Would fall for Hitoshi (cuz she's kind af, tho pretty smart and fun), Todoroki or Midoriya. Kissus! SZ
This is a great request, and I had a great time filling it! I went pure fluff with this one and I one-hundred percent did it with Hitoshi, cause this tired boy needs more love! ~Admin Ghost
Metal was great, there was never enough metal around and it always made your golems harder hitting as you directed them through the fight. Todayâs one on one battles had you matched up against Sato, who had already taken down a couple of your golems, but you had kept them small enough that you still had the energy to make a couple more. The rubble of the battleground was great because you didnât have to expend as much energy to break the materials up and assemble them into a golem, but finding good material was harder. Bricks were decent for structure, but not very durable, metal was much stronger but heavier to move, and concrete was plentiful, but again it wasnât super durable either.
Sato rounded the corner of another building, already raging through another round of his sugar rush and despite the cuts he was covered with, from the glass fisted golem you used before this one, he was still going full steam. You got yourself into a fighting stance and your golem copied you. Every move you made was made by the golem, and it stayed at the exact distance from you that it was created at, like a puppet. You let Sato get closer before throwing your golem at him, the first punch was a write-off as he smashed right through it, but the second fist came immediately after, sending a swift uppercut into his jaw using a chunk of an I-beam youâd used some extra energy to detach. He bellowed and you let the broken arm batter him again in order to give you another opening to smash him with the metal fist. He was ready as he sent a flurry of punches directed at the shoulders of your golem and you instantly regretted not reinforcing those. You, however, didnât regret putting another chunk of that beam into the golems foot as you smashed Sato right in the chest and knocked him flat.
In the end, you won due to the fact you could keep yourself relatively well hidden as not to get captured before you managed to score a knock out blow with a condensed Golem. Yet Aizawa still managed to find something to criticize.âWith your position as hidden as it was, you could have held off on sending your golems out to fight, sometimes the best method of defense is to wait out your opponent, let them tire themselves looking for you, instead of wasting energy,â he lectured you tiredly, âbut you still won, so you pass, you can leave now,â
Getting let out early was a relief since Aizawa was doing some personal matchups, he had agreed to let people go as they finished their fights. Honestly, some of them were clearly for one personâs benefit, but herâs had seemed rather mediocre, more of a battle of stamina between the two of them.
âIf you think much harder, I wouldnât be surprised if you started muttering,â a voice broke you from your train of thought.
âOh geez, Shinsou, you startled me,â you let out the breath you had sucked in, âWant to got sit out on the lawn again? I got let out early,â you offered quickly. Shinsou had caught your eye in the sports festival, though heâd done it for a very different reason than anyone else. âWhat so I can lie around and let you drawn me some more?â he chuckled, âIâm not sure what to make of being your only model,â âYouâre not-â you stopped mid-sentence as Shinsouâs quirk took hold and at his command, you spoke the truth, âYouâre the only model in this sketchbook,- Geez, Shinsou!â
âHaha, itâs not like I didnât already know, but hearing it from your mouth makes me feel somewhat better,â he chuckled as you punched his arm. He flinched but it was all show, he had been training lately, still making his bid for the hero course.
That had sparked a minor animosity between the both of you, a spot had been freed up in the hero course and you had been the general studies student picked to fill the hole. Not that you knew Shinsou much, other than from when the general studies classes got together, but he had really stood out in the sports festival, something you had missed due to an unfortunate bout of the flu. Even still you had been training hard and when the spot opened you didnât hesitate to put your name forward. The day it was announced, and you earned a few glares, but none more spine-chilling than Shinsouâs.
A week after your transfer he caught you in the library watching footage from the sports festival and sketching him idly. He hadnât actually told you that until you became friends, but by then you had filled half the sketchbook, he just accepted it. It took him a while to convince you he didnât care, but after a while, you just started asking him when you wanted to draw.
âSo how come I never see any of these drawings in the student gallery?â Shinsou asked idly as you drew him up in a tree that you insisted was perfect for some perspective sketches.
âCause I mostly sculpt, you know with my quirk?â you said offhandedly, âI figured out I can half make my golems short of fusing their movements to mine,â
âThose are yours?!â Shinsou gasped.
You didnât stop sketching, but there was a blush creeping up your face, âYeah, I thought you knew,â
âNo way!â He jumped out of the tree down to where you sat, âWhich ones?!â
âThe dragon and the swan are the two I have on display right now,â You fidget with your hands. You submitted your pieces anonymously and yet you found yourself telling Shinsou outright, you wondered if he was using his quirk again, but at the same time maybe you had just wanted to admit it to someone other than Midnight, who managed the art displays.
âI saw the swan go up and I was instantly taken by fascination and when I found it was anonymous it drove me crazy becauseâŠâ he seemed to reign in his excitement at the last moment, âItâs fine, you have your reasons,â
âShinsouâŠâ you sighed. He looked really conflicted like he also wanted to admit something. He was a pretty private person after, and you seemed to realise just how close you two had grown in the past months.
âYou can continue, I donât mind, cause I know you,â You prompted him and he looked up into your eyes, slightly taken aback at your soft tone.
âI,â he cleared his throat nervously, âI thought it was so beautiful, but so deadly at the same time. The glass you used, the jagged edges, really made it meaningful. Swans are an icon of beauty, but at the same time are the most ill-tempered birds. Its such a powerful parallel, and glass reflects that, literally and figuratively. Glass shards are deadly, but at the same time they refract the light cast down on them into such wonderful patterns littered with tiny rainbows,â He began to ramble, âAnd the way the lights are set up its absolutely glittering, I couldnât believe it was just broken glass,â
You couldnât believe the way his eyes were basically shining, he genuinely loved it and you felt your heart swell, âI didnât even think anyone would look that closely, the lighting is part of the sculpture, Midnight helped me set it up just right,â
âI had to spend a while looking at it from all angles, and I was amazed at just how much the perspective changes,â Shinsou took your hand in his and shook it, âIâm glad it was your art, because-â
You waited a moment for him to continue but he didnât, âWhat is it? You can be honest,â
âBecause it reminds me of you,â Shinsou said quietly, âBeautiful,â
That sent the blush that had been creeping up your face straight to your ears and your voice came out as a sputter of sounds. That drew a laugh from Shinsou that surprised you. He wasnât the kind of guy to just burst out laughing, but here he was laughing at your nervousness so openly.
âI shouldnât laugh, sorry,â He said after he regained composure.
âItâs fine,â you cut in before he could say more to embarrass you, âI like the sound of it, your laugh I mean,â
It was Shinsouâs turn to be surprised, and you didnât miss the way his face changed colour before he put you under his quirkâs control.âJust stand still for a moment,â he told you as you froze in place obediently, even though you wanted to berate him for using his quirk now of all times, âJeez, this isnât exactly how I wanted to confess, but I canât really see a way around it now,â You felt his control slip as he settled his hands lightly on your arms, squeezing them slightly before letting them slide down to link your hands.âI donât really think I want a way out, do you?â You hummed looking up at him, sharing a moment of eye contact before his gaze fell again to your hands clasped together warmly.
âNo, I like this,â he nodded slowly. It looked to you like he was waking up from a long sleep and you itched to be able to draw this moment so you could keep it forever, but you couldnât bring yourself to scratch that itch, especially when he stepped closer, closing the space between you and slipping his hands around your waist, still holding you gently as if you were made of the same glass you used for your sculpture.
âI wonât break,â you let yourself press closer, your faces centimetres apart, âWill you?â you almost whispered as his head seemed to drift closer to yours.
You always imagined your first kiss would be explosive, full of sparks and fire. That had seemed like the perfect first kiss, the one all the girls at your middle school had raved about having behind the gym or in a supply closet, not that youâd really believe these girls really had liked the boys that much as the declarations came with a scoff and an inevitable denial.
This was different. This was perfect. You barely registered when your lips met, but suddenly he was so close and it was gentle and warm. This was a boy you genuinely liked, holding you and kissing you, somehow able to express himself so thoroughly with such a small gesture.
âShinsou,â you sighed as you broke apart but when he shook his head, you had to smile and fix your error, âHitoshi,ââF/Nâ he grinned, clearly satisfied with the situation at hand.
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Hogwarts! Vernon
@hellonanibear requested: "hi loves :-) I was wondering if I could request a Hogwarts!AU with Vernon please?? I'm a real big Harry Potter fan (Ravenclaw Pride tbh) but I noticed you guys don't have one for him yet and I'd like to request one please since your Hogwarts!AUs are some of the best I've read! âșïžđ"
admin note: Tysm lovely hope you enjoy! <3
so Hansolâs a second year Gryffindor
half-blood
he has a little sister too who he loves and tries showing her magic despite not knowing too much about it himself
was shook the whole time though
from buying his books and getting picked by his wand
and asks his mom everything she can remember about Hogwarts
so he can imagine it himself
sorted into Gryffindor
which can be entertaining
bc the guy gets scared of really weird and random things sometimes
would jump at the sound of his own laughter probably tbh
things like spiders and bugs //COUGH COUGH RONALD WEASLEY TYPE//
but donât ever think he doesnât have enough bravery to be in Gryffindor
he will take on anything and anyone for his friends
like how someone accidentally casted Seungkwan's wand on the roof by a stray spell
dead af climbed hundreds of feet above
no broomstick or anything
just to get it back
his best friend is Seungkwan, second year hufflepuff of course
honestly what a duo they are
Vernon was sitting by himself in a carriage on the Hogwarts express his first year
minding his own business, looking out the windows in awe at the landscape speeding by
and Seungkwan runs into the carriage with his robes
ON FIRE
bc boo diva thought he could show off some A+ magic to make some friends
at least he tried?
things didnât go as planned obviously
and Hansol being the ever calm and collected person he was
wasnât screaming or anything lmao
dumped his water bottle
BUT NOT ON THE FREAKING FIRE BC WHY WOULD HE BE SENSIBLE AND DO THAT
no he dumped it on Seungkwanâs head
mostly by accident
but uh yea SEUNGKWAN IS STILL ON FIRE
and Joshua and Seungcheol see the smoke and run in on the two first years panicking and screaming
like âDON'T YOU CHILDREN KNOW FIRE IS DANGEROUS?!?!â
and they help put out the fire
and honestly find the kids endearing enough to invite them to sit with them
starting the iconic 13 member friend group that everyone in Hogwarts knows
and Verkwanâs friendship was literally born out of burnt robes ashes :,,,))Â
âSo you got a name?â Seungkwan asked, sassy as always
âHansol, but everyone calls me Vernon.â
âIâm Seungkwan.â
âReally I thought your name was âboy on fireâ.â
âYouâre funny, wanna be friends?â
âSure.â
âYouâre my puppy now.â
man these two started out the same height
but imagine how surprised Seungkwan got when throughout the year,
Hansol outgrew him by a few centimeters
were pretty devastated when they werenât sorted into the same houses
âIâll grab the talking hat you distract the teachers.â
"We can hang out in your dormitory every other day"
and so they hang out all the time
because if Hansol is left to wonder around, he might just walk off the castle grounds and get lost
would walk around thinking about stuff by himself
and fall into the lake or something
and everyone would be panicking EXCEPT FOR HIM
trying to figure out how to get him to swim back to shore
so he and Seungkwan walk together around a lot
claiming a corner of the campus for themselves
and all the prefects know Hansol by hair color or just general outline
and everyone in their friend group looks out for them because theyâre the youngest
even Chan whoâs younger than the both of them by a year
he takes care of the two of them too because he's pretty mature
they get in trouble a lot when theyâre together
detention for hexing papers to fly everywhere in charms
and when they found out Seungcheol and Joshua were their prefects after coming back from summer break
didnât make things easier for them at all
âI SWEAR HANSOL DONT PLAY WITH THE FIREPLACE, I DONT WANNA BURN DOWN THE COMMON ROOM.â
"Whatchu going to do daaaaaad give me detention?"
"Yea."
"Oh, sorry...? I love you? PLEASE I DON'T WANT DETENTION HYUNG!"
no one really calls him Hansol too much
except for his friend group
honestly this is so confusing to everyone when Seungkwan comes bounding up to him in the halls yelling in a singsongy voice âHAAAANNNSSSSOOOOLL~~~~â
âWhy is he calling Vernon, Hansol?â
but that just shows who really knows him
even the teachers call him Vernon
Verkwan is such a troublesome friendship
always breaking the rules to sit together
but that whole group always does that
or sneaking out after curfew
and doing who knows what
there's always a classroom that has all the desks bewitched to spout out confetti or glitter the next day but no one has solid evidence so Verkwan hasn't been caught yet
canât even split them up by separating them across the classroom
would end up sending notes back and forth
at some point the teachers gave up
and made the both of them announcers for quidditch matches
thinking that might calm them down when theyâre together and using their energy towards something productive
honestly so biased though
each one will cheer for their friends only
âMINGYU-HYUNG BLOCKED IT IN YOUR FACESâ
âJUN-HYUNG CATCHES THE SNITCH AND WINS IT AGAIN AS EXPECTEDâ
âJIHOON STOP SMOOCHING YOUR GF AND JUST WIN ALREADY-Â OW sorry professor!â
Hansol rapping the scores for the whole stadium
and everyone either loves it
or doesnât say anything unless you want 12 other guys coming after you
wands drawn
despite being a kid who causes a lot of trouble
and doesnât seem to study whatsoever
he does pretty decently in most of his classes
best class is care of magical creatures
but tbh doesn't really study
and again manages to pass stuff
but doesn't enter the library unless he wants to bother Joshua, Wonwoo, or one of his other hyungs about something
really laid back and chill, doesn't stress over schoolwork that much
he doesnât mess up too often either MOSTLY
but when he does, he does it spectacularly
generally involving colorful explosions and fire
has a pet cat named Mr. Chwe
but Hansol just calls him Chewy
itâs the cutest fluffiest thing youâve ever seen
besides Hansol of course
it's silver fur is honestly so pretty and Hansol loves it to death
anyway
one day you were looking for your owl, Cara
because you wanted to send a letter home
when a silver kitty passed in front of you outside
"Hey there!" you bent down to stroke its fur for a bit and it purred while laying on the ground in front of you
"Chewy!" you looked up as surprise, surprise
Vernon ran up to Chewy
and basically stopped dead in his tracks
because you're pretty DON'T DENY IT
and Vernon be shooketh
awkward human bean
someone protect him TT
and he kind of just stammers his introduction
which you think is really cute
"Hi, I-I-I'm Vernon."
and you giggle a bit bc DAMN VERNON IS REALLY CUTE LIKE YOU THOUGHT THE CHEWY WAS CUTE BUT OMFG
and he smiles because you laughing is really cute
"Chewy is it?" you smile asking him
"Yea!" and you watch as Vernon's face basically lights up as he starts telling you about how he got his cat
and you find out he's in the same year as you
which is surprising because you're familiar with his friend group
everyone at Hogwarts knows them
and you always kind of thought he was older than you
you're a ravenclaw yourself so you run into Chan sometimes
and Vernon goes on really excitedly telling you about Chewy's life story
how Chewy had basically eaten some chocolate Vernon had dropped in diagon alley
and how it got sick
and Vernon felt awful and just had to figure out how to make it feel better
until he found out the heartbreaking news of Chewy not having a family
and he basically begged his parents for days to keep Chewy will secretly hiding Chewy in his trunk
no one really knows how he did it though don't ask one of the older kids they'll claim to know no magic that can fix that cough cough liars they had to help Hansol ok? no one could say no
and you stand there just taking it all in
how Vernon was willing to go on and on about his pet to some stranger
and you were all for it tbh
and perfect timing
right as Vernon finishes his story, your owl Cara flies down from her roost to land on your shoulders
Cara is a beautiful amber color and you smile as Vernon kind of just stares at Cara in awe
"WOW IS THAT YOUR OWL, IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL."
"It is," you laugh, "Cara and I go way back."
and he just stares at you waiting for you to explain the story
and so you tell him and you both laugh at the varying adventures that you tell each other about your pets
and you both also realize you had care of magical creatures together
and you both really love animals and just never talked before
and Cara and Chewy are just following you and Vernon
Chewy following Cara with his eyes
and Cara being like "Have you never seen an owl before, you cat?"
and when you both leave
you feel all warm inside because you made a friend
or someone you really liked who knows
the next few weeks really zoom by
you talk to Vernon in care of magical creatures more now
and even Seungkwan can't help but feel like you're encroaching on his best friend
"Y/n, I know you might not know me, but since you're friends with Hansol, you have to be friends with me."
"Hansol?"
"Yea that's his real name, did he not tell you?"
"Hmm, I guess not, he said his name is Vernon."
and you're kind of like ???
because did he not consider you a close enough friend to call him by his real name?
but also why does it bother you? Vernon was just a friend... right?
and so obviously
when feelings get confusing
you're just like welp instead of working this confusion out I'm just going to pretend like they don't exist
even if you stare at Hansol a bit too long during care of magical creatures
and he always comes up to talk to you about homework help and stuff since you're in Ravenclaw
and in the same year
and all the hyungs take notice
"Hey you're Hansol's friend huh?"
"He usually doesn't even try doing his homework but lately he's actually been doing stuff."
"Oh you're that person that got Hansol doing his homework, wow thank you what did you promise him chocolate for life?"
and it's overwhelming but you find yourself having twelve new friends
bc you're friends with Hansol
and one day
"Hey Vernon! Do you wanna go work on that potions paper together?"
"Sure y/n! But uhhhh.... you can call me Hansol, it's my real name haha." he blushes but you don't notice
"Why do you go by Vernon then?"
"It's just what a lot of people know me as and I stopped correcting them, and only my really close friends call me that."
you feel your heart swelling
"Ok,,,, Hansol."
man the smile on his face when you said that
in the next few weeks you guys hang out more to do study sessions for upcoming exams
and one day when you're sitting at the windowsill of an empty classroom
Cara flies in through the open window landing beside you
carrying papers in her claw
"Cara, are you stealing people's notes again?" you laugh picking up the sheet to read it
and written at the top
"Vernon"
you're almost screaming because wow what a coincidence
"Cara, this is Hansol's" you frown
and you look at some of his doodles on the scroll of paper
and you see little heart doodles
around initials you can't really read because the ink smeared
but the meaning seemed pretty clear
he must have a crush on someone
you found yourself a bit sad
since that was Hansol's business and not really any of yours
but
you had to admit your feelings for him weren't all that straight forward and clear cut as they seemed
you sighed but continued working
the least of your worries, a silly crush on a boy who didn't like you
and the next few weeks, Cara kept bringing you Hansol's stuff
once it was a chocolate frog
and another time it was a little folded paper star with his initials on one side and a little heart
it's like your owl was trying to play matchmaker for you two
"He probably doesn't like me" you giggle when Cara dropped another one of Hansol's things in front of you
this one was a really pretty pale blue colored quill
"He might actually need this ya know."
and eventually you have a whole shoebox of random stuff Cara stole from Vernon
and you're like 'I have to return them at some point'
until Cara drops a card I front of you
and you're like ??? did you steal from Vernon again???
and on the card is a simple "Thanks to you I did pretty well on my exams, thanks for everything~ Hansol"
and you laugh as you read the post script
"PS I asked Cara to deliver it especially since she always hangs around my dormitory window"
"Awww Hansol, I'm sorry, Cara's been taking your stuff." you say to yourself laughing
"Cara, you're such a troublemaker." you gently pet her wing
and Cara sares at you like 'please just watch what happens'
and your amber owl is riiiiiiiigggghhhhhtttttttt
you gather up the shoebox with missing items to return to Hansol
and when he sees you he comes bounding right up with a huge smile on his face
until it sees the stuff in the box
and his face falls
"Hey Hansol."
"Hey y/n"
"Cara kept taking your stuff, so I came to give it back." you smile raising up the box
"About that......." Hansol starts blushing
"You see, at first I noticed Cara taking my stuff" Hansol started not meeting your eyes
"but after a bit, I ended up just giving her stuff, thinking she'd give it to you."
"Why would you do that?" you giggle blushing as well
"Well stuff like the chocolate frog, I wanted to share with you and I saw the quill in hogsmeade and it reminded me of you bc it was pretty and you're really pretty...."
you freeze blushing like crazy
"pretty..... PRETTY COOL AND YEA I LIKE YOU SO."
you're standing shocked
"And so I gave it to Cara because I thought you'd like it. So all that stuff's yours not mine, you can keep it." he smiles at you and playfully ruffles your hair
his hand lingering on your head as he pushes a stray lock of your hair back behind your ear
"I mean, if you don't like me that's ok, I just didn't want to lose one of my closest friends and best tutor ever" he smiled sheepishly
"No Hansol, I..."
his eyes met yours
"I like you lots too." you giggle
and it's that cute giggle that reminds his of when her first saw you
and he's so relieved he finally told you
that he just gives you a hug right then and there
"Yeeeeeeeeeessssss be mine then." he says not letting you go
"Haha of course." and you feel your cheeks burning
and the moment is just too cute and perfect
until Seungkwan notices you two
and basically yells
"HANSOL, Y/N, WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?!?!?!?"
and from then on it's official
"Honestly, she's such a good influence making him do his homework and stuff" proud prefect Seungcheol
you two are the cutest ever
walking around campus with Cara and Chewy
tbh Chewy and Cara are like the bestest friends
and Seungkwan just being lowkey jealous that you're taking all Hansol's attention
"He was my friend first!!!"
but he thinks you guys are hella cute too
how could he not
you and Vernon sitting together for meals, only having dessert and getting into food fights
bc how could you let whip cream just sit on top of your pumpkin pie without smearing some on his face
before he gets you back with the frosting off cupcakes
and it's a big mess
and he grabs napkins and helps you wipe your face
one hand on your cheek as he leans down to kiss your cheek
"Hey!" you giggle
"Sorry not sorry!" Seungkwan making barfing gestures behind the two of you lmao forever third wheeling
him making you sit next to him when he wants to sit outside
just so he can lay his lead in your lap
and drift off while you're reading a book for some assignment
and you get a bit distracted every time he moves because he's so freaking adorable
and you end up just watching him nap
until he peeks open an eye surprising you
and quick as a cat
sits up to peck you on the cheek
"For a Ravenclaw, you aren't fast enough to pick up when someone's fake sleeping"
"Oh please Hansol, those snores from you were so real." you laugh
"Maybe, maybe not"
and he takes your hand in his and looks you straight in before pressing his lips against yours
and you smile at how beautiful and surreal it all feels
"Don't think I'll ever get over how pretty you are." he says tilting his face to the side a bit giving you a cute look
"Please Hansol lol."
"I'm not joking though!"
he holds onto your arm as he lays back down on your lap and looks up at you
"You're prettier than Chewy." he grinned slyly
"DID YOU JUST COMPARE ME TO YOUR CAT HANSOL?"
The Seventeen Hogwarts AU Series:
| S.coups | Jeonghan | Joshua | Jun | Hoshi | Wonwoo | Woozi | DK | Mingyu | Minghao | Seungkwan | Vernon | Dino |
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Rites Of Passage Jury
Allie: Out of all of the people that have been voted out this season, you leaving was one of the saddest for me. At the beginning of this season, I had no experience with ORGs whatsoever and I was so nervous, and you really took me under your wing and made me feel welcomed! Thank you for bonding with me over kpop and being so bright and wonderful. I hope that your musical went well and that your crush ended up liking you back!
Aromal: You were my winner pick after the first 3 days of the game. You were social af and everyone at Makira 1.0 seemed to rally around you. Hope your thing with your crush is going okay :O !
Mitchell: We're all in this together and all but i'm sorry when i found out that you played my fake idol I laughed so hard i cried. It was fun getting to know you but that moment was pure joy to me. Miss u
Willow: JACOB! Holy shit, let me first start out by saying that I literally love you so much! You were one of my first allyâs over on OG Makira. I remember on night 1 I was really confused how orgs worked and you explained a lot of stuff to me, like I didnât even know how to screenshot stuff. I remember during the paint ball challenge all of the newbies did a tribe call so that we could focus, but we ended up flopping lmao. I remember you ended up getting stressed and accidentally resting your head on the keyboard and pressing send too early! Iâm so sorry I couldnât save you during the 2nd swap, but I still love you and hope that we can be friends once this is done.Â
Allie: Your submission for the music video challenge was honestly the funniest and cutest thing in the whole entire world. Thank you for always being so pleasant to talk to and I hope you thesis is/ended up going well! You going home on accident was honestly tragic, but you seem super duper crazy smart and I know that you will succeed no matter where life takes you.
Aromal: That was the craziest unluckiest most unfortunate vote out I've ever seen tbh. Mitchell loves you so you're probably a great person but yeah you definitely deserved to get further.
Mitchell: DANA MY ROCK! I miss you so much and I'm sorry I had to do you like that. WE ALMOST HAD EM!!! And I so fucking wish you were still here instead of all these FAKES!! For real, you were my closest ally and my best friend from this experience, and I really wish we could've gotten to spend more time together as the true icons of this game. But I don't miss you enough to get voted out next so ! Distance makes the heart grow fonder !
Willow: Dana, you were a really fun person to talk to, and the name Dana is cool! I remember your video for the music video challenge was so good, and the âbye bitchâ sign was hilarious. You were a really awesome person overall, and it sucks that you were voted out with only 1 vote since Luca had fallen asleep and didnât get a chance to change it.Â
Allie: As soon as we got on the same tribe together, you were completely down to work with me, so thank you for being so welcoming and fun to talk to! I met you really close to finals week and it was kind of de-stressing to be able to talk to someone about mac and cheese. That being said, you were also kind of the victim of a game move of mine, so I do feel like I need to say that it was purely a game move, and not because of your personality! Iâm sorry that I wasnât always completely honest with you and I only have the best wishes for you.
Aromal: Loved allying with you for 4 rounds! I really enjoyed your dry wit and I hope you get another chance because you were a solid player.
Mitchell: Matt, at times I feel like being close with you hurt my game more than it helped, but I got nothing but love for you, kid. I hate that you got done dirty the way you did and I hope Ponderosa is treating you well. I can't wait to catch up with you when this is all done!
Willow: Matt, the first memory I have is that during the 2nd swap you felt a little on the outs but then Mitchell recommended you to me. I thought overall you were a pretty chill person, and you had good survivor opinions. I remember you were asking for advice on what tumblr url to use, and you said ciriesuschrist was one of your options, which was crazy, bc that used to be my old url for my survivor sideblog. Sometimes you could be kinda shady, but Iâm sorry for lying to you about you being voted off, bc I really didnât wanna flip.Â
Yâknow, being in my first main org, the competition was stiff, and I thought I was smarter than everyone else, and it was my own doing. I guess being voted biggest hero, everyoneâs best friend and hands down playing the best game didnât do me any good. At the end of the day, I can only blame myself :/
Allie: I completely mean this when I say it: I donât think Iâve ever met anyone quite like you. You are so funny and besides my dad, youâre also the only frat boy Iâve ever talked to lol. I really admired how hard you played, and how enthusiastic you were about the rookies vs. vets theme. I hope that you are that passionate and determined in all areas of your life! Also, thank you for being one of the first people to see me as a threat in this game â whether it was accurate or not, it was certainly flattering for me, so I really appreciate it!
Aromal: King Johnny <3 You were easily one of the best players of the season and I'm sorry we had to blindside you the way we did but if we hadn't taken you out then, you would've won :(
Mitchell: Bro, we coulda been a LEGENDARY pair in this game but I just couldn't trust you. Hope you're not too mad about all this and let's light up some time and get past all this. I really did love being on a tribe with you because we clicked so well, but I just could never tell if that clicking was gonna save me in this game or screw me, so I went to screwing you first! People can attest to how excited I was to meet you, and deadass bro, you lived up to it. Catch you soon. You really are unlike every other frat boy out there.
Willow: JOHNNY! Honestly at the start of this game based off your intro I thought you were gonna be a stereotypical annoying frat boy, but holy shit, I was so very wrong! You were honestly one of the most interesting people out here, like whenever we would talk it never got boring! I remember you were one of my first friends in this game, and I hope we can remain friends once this is all over. You were a really big threat though because everyone liked you and you were in control of the nuTemoana alliance and the âall newbie allianceâ. Even though I love you it was pretty satisfying blindsiding you 4-3-2-1.Â
Allie: First off, I would like to apologise for lying to you for like thirty minutes straight that one time. That wasnât cool, but I was in panic mode and for some reason I thought that was the best solution. That being said, I think you were probably one of the biggest personalities cast in this game and I really enjoyed all the funny little things you would put in the main chats! I hope everything between you and Snapchat boy works out all romantic and such.
Aromal: WINNER OF SURVIVOR SUMBAWA WINNER OF SURVIVOR MOROCCO WINNER OF SURVIVOR RESURRECTION WINNER OF SURVIVOR IDALIA
Mitchell: The fact that you gave the flare to this straight white boy was the most touching moment of this game and I thank u for adding some... flair to my game
Willow: I know Iâve said this so many times but Zakriah is one of the coolest names! I remember after the first tribe swap, I was kinda scared of you for some reason, but then you ended up being a super awesome person. You were always really funny, and a good person to talk to. It sucks that you arenât here right now since you were a part of the nuMakira alliance, and you were the one who originally had the flare. Iâm really hoping we can be friends once this game is done.Â
Allie: You get the longest message by far because youâre my favorite person in this game, and also one of my favorite people in my life. Thank you for suggesting to me that I sign up for this, because itâs honestly been so fun! We go way back to when I was a nervous wreck who couldnât play clarinet and didnât have any friends, and I really appreciate that you took me under your wing and talked to me about music and gossip. You turned what could have been a pretty awful experience in band into such a positive and amazing one for me, so thank you for sticking with me through thick and thin between all of the stupid, petty drama of highschool. That being said, you have been one of the best parts of college for me as well, and Iâm so blessed that Iâve gotten to share so much of my life with you thus far. Even though we wonât be living together next year (a tragedy, tbh), I know Iâll see you lots and that weâll have so many new and crazy adventures. That being said, you getting voted out was the saddest moment of this game for me, and I am really sorry things worked out the way they did. If I could go back in time and change it, I would. Sorry you got stuck with a friend who had no idea what she was doing in this game. Next time, letâs try not to have our premade exposed! Youâre one of my best friends and I love you lots, see you soon! <3
Aromal: We didn't talk, like at all but you were a huge player in the season and your vote out changed the entire course of the game.Â
Mitchell: Miss Lexi, I would've loved to work with you in this game bc you got a real cool job but you didn't talk to me that much and our interests never really lined up so that sucked! At least you got to go out voting for the truest icon of this game !
Willow: To be completely honest you didnât put in a whole lot of effort to talk to me. Every once and a while Iâd text you and after a while youâd just sorta stop replying, so I never got to know you very well. But I do remember competing against you in the gross food challenge, and you did so well, like I admire anyone who even attempts it bc it was so gross!Â
Allie: Even though we were in this game together for quite awhile, you were one of the people I talked to the least, and I regret not getting to know you better! I admire you for being so good at the numbers challenge, and at all of the other challenges to be honest. In my opinion, you were one of the biggest comp beasts of the season. Thank you for being completely honest with me whenever we talked game, and I hope that you continue to kill it in your future endeavors like you killed it in those comps!
Aromal: Unfortunately we kinda lost contact after Ulawa, but honestly though working with you to blindside Monty was easily one of my favorite moments of the season.Â
Mitchell: L.A., I was really excited to meet the icon that was you ever since the paintball challenge, and I loved connecting with you over things like Kingdom Hearts... but I also just couldn't trust you and it's unfortunate because I think we're really similar people with really similar interests. I hope everything is going well and I know you're gonna end up doing something great!
Willow: Aww LA, ily! You were also one of my first friends in this game, it was cool bc at the start neither of us really knew what was going on since neither of us had played in an org before. I enjoyed talking about video games with you, and you were a really fun person to talk to. You were always pretty good at challenges, like wow go LA! Even though we never really worked together at all after the merge Iâm hoping we can be friends once this is all done.Â
Allie: I know that by voting you out, you thought we were handing the season to Mitchell. But honestly, by not voting you out, I feel like we all would have handing this season to you. You were one of the last people in this season that I had the opportunity to talk to (Iâm p sure we couldnât talk until One World), and thatâs a shame because you are so very nice, from how you talk to others to even your job, and thatâs something I really look up to. Congrats on making it to single digits!
Aromal: The Jay Starret of the season. I definitely understand why you felt the way you did when you got voted out, but you were a huuuuuge threat too and you could've easily gone on an immunity run. Still played an awesome game though.Aromal:
Mitchell: We battled it out but at the end of the day did I want to be friends with RTP or be the last vet standing... Seriously though, you blew my game up so hard that my ass woulda been grass if not for my sea otter idol, and you're truly one of the most phenomenal people I've met in an ORG. It was an honor getting to take out the legend. We spent so much time talking about how cool it would be to vote together again but one of us was always lying. It's no lie when I say that ur a beast in this game and I'm happy i got you before it was too late. See u real soon.
Willow: RTP, you were such a nice person (even though you dragged me at your last tribal lol). But you were such a big threat, you had lots of friends on the jury, you were good in challenges, you successfully played an idol. I understand why you were frustrated at me for not taking out Mitchell, but you were just as big of a threat as he was. Anyway I really enjoyed playing this season with you, and once itâs the fall Iâll try applying to your side season series.Â
Allie: If last round had gone as planned, you wouldnât be on the jury, so firstly I just wanted to say that it sucks that you went home! I know that that couldnât have been a very pleasant result to wake up to. Thank you for being so nice to me at the start of this game and for inviting me to play that mini game thing with you (even tho I flopped so hard adios). Also, you have a super soothing voice that sounds like it should be on candle commercials.
Aromal: I'm so sorry that the tribal went the way it did :( It was honestly our worst case scenario and I understand if you're super pissed about it. Hope you slay an all stars season here and kick ass in Idalia!
Mitchell: LOL WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED
Willow: I know Iâve probably said this too many times but you were also one of my first friends in this game lol. You were one of my favorite people to talk to in this game about none game related stuff lol. You were always a really interesting person to talk to and ily a lot! I remember you were also on the newbie tribe call during the paintball challenge, and you were really unintentionally funny. I asked how Zakriah was supposed to be pronounced and you starting spelling out his name bc you didnât realize that I was asking how to pronounce it lmao. Half the time you were really confused about what was going on in this game, but ily anyway and I hope we can be friends once this whole game is done, bc youâre a really awesome person to talk to.
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