#but also. if this is really a curse. then maybe i'll feel better on saturday when the curse is no longer in effect. i can hope.

[racke7]

This group-project is so fucking cursed you don't even know.

[theauthorunicorn]

1 A.M. | Gojo Satoru

an unmistakable angst festering within me that I need to let out.

note: if i was to be asked what type of drabbles, fanfic that i could and would read in my lifetime, I'll choose angst, that undescribed feeling that you wanted to punch the wall and angrily shout at someone. anyway, enjoy! reblogs, comments and like is really appreciated :)

not proof read

word count: 1128 word (wow)

Gojo Satoru x Reader

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Satoru can't be explained in few words, if you can describe him, you'll be lost in your own words. Before, there were days that you only look at him, afar, adoring and silently loving him. But, for the past few years he is, was yours and you were his.

It didn't take long for him to fall in love with you, with his best friend out of the picture you gladly fill out the empty vastness within him. Shoko was there as well but you gave him the kind of attention that he needed that time.

For the past few months, you've been noticing the distance between the two of you. You assured yourself that you may be feeling this way since you've never seen each other and spent time together. Satoru also promises that the missions had been taking him to places and made him tired, so he'll just stay on his apartment to rest and will see you soon - this promise were also accompanied by mumbled I miss you and whispers of I love you's.

Late Saturday evening you're both watching the TV. You leaned comfortably in the sofa scanning the channels to land on a perfect show while Satoru was laying on your lap maybe asleep.

A long sigh broke the silence, "I'm sorry," you lowered down the volume, "I just can't find a good show."

He hummed in agreement, "Nah, your good." He said as he traced line over your skin.

"Do you think I changed?" Satoru asked without looking at you.

"What do you mean? Physically or what?" You played together with his antics.

"I mean, you spent a lot of time waiting for me and then I'll just call or text you that I will not be coming or even ditching our dates just because I was busy."

He noticed it too, "Uhm, I guess I understand your tired and missions had been longer and tiring, you know, so, I also try to understand it." You answered him.

"I just want you to know Y/N that I still feel the same way as when I first met you." He muttered. You can see that his trying to give you the assurance through his words that he can't physically show you.

But how long can you stay.

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You're both standing face to face as you bit your lips as you hold on to your tears, "You know what Y/N sometimes, no, honestly you suffocate me!" Satoru shouted, "How many times did I told you that we were just out drinking and you're here at my house demanding why I did not spend time with you instead? I do get a chance to choose how I spend my time right? I did not sign up for being with you all the time. Fuck, you're so annoying and clingy."

Long arguments with Satoru had been frequent. You're hurt, his word hurt, his gaze towards you hurts everything right now with Satoru hurts. You look at him trying to compose yourself if you should yell at him too, slap him, punch his pretty face, or just say -

"I'm sorry Satoru," you sighed, "I should not come here and demand your attention," you said slowly, "Yeah, missions and stuff is always the priority, right? We need to do that. I understand and I'm really sorry about -"

He looked at you without any emotions, maybe even regret about earlier instead of stopping he continues, "I hate that sometimes I get sick of you, Y/N. Fuck." He curses. The last words he said was so cruel and potent.

"I'm sorry again, Gojo." You look at him one last time trying to hold your tears. "I better get going, you need to rest." You walked away from him with a deep sigh and tears falling on your cheeks. It's one a.m. he should be asking you to stay and fix this mess, but he didn't. You walked away from the man that you loved the most that you let him break your heart a thousand pieces.

Thirty minutes passed you arrive in your apartment you phone pings, "Text me if your home, Y/N." You read it as tears falling in your screen. You left Gojo on read.

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You avoided Gojo after that night like a plague. Shoko asked you if everything was fine since Gojo had been asking about you through her. You simply smiled at her with hollow eyes and said that you just had a small argument with him, and everything is fine.

You lied to Shoko, and she knows that too.

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A week after that night you are avoiding Gojo had come to an end. A meeting was arranged to all staff to discuss an important matter. You tried to prolong your current mission to miss the meeting but -

"The meeting won't start without you in it." Shoko said softly over the phone.

"Why?" You chuckled, "It's not that I'm that important. You can just take note the minutes and pass it along."

"Yeah, I tried to stall them, but everyone is here waiting for you. Nanami is annoyed why your ass is still not here, Y/N."

"Fuck." You curse, "I don't want to be there, -"

"Are you coming or not?" Satoru asked you as he snatched Shoko's phone, that's only the reason why you're hearing his voice after a week.

You sighed, "I am. I'm just finishing this. Tell them to give me 15 minutes and I'll be there." You answered plainly.

"Where are you? I could come and get you instead."

"No, no need. I'm done." You end the call.

You were panting as you run across the Jujutsu Tech. You know you're a mess, hair in a messy bun, a cut on your cheeks, a bruise in your arm and thighs.

You opened the door and all eyes on you, "This meeting better be so important that you all required me to sit in after a fucking mission." You rolled your eyes and grab the nearest chair to sit between Nanami and Shoko.

Gojo stood up and walked towards you, "Are you even okay, Y/N. We could let Shoko check you first -"

"No, I'm not okay Gojo," you hissed at him, "just fucking start this meeting so I could rest." You tried to smile sweetly at everyone.

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"You are calling Satoru, Gojo is not heard for years, babe. What happened?" Shoko asked as you let her tend your injuries at her clinic.

"I'm just tired and that meeting could have been an email, you know, Kento even agrees." You motion to Nanami sitting across.

"And humor me, why Satoru is off limits here? He's like a stray cat outside waiting for you."

"Let him be."

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You walked out and thanked Shoko for her assistance. True to her words Gojo was there sitting like a stray cat waiting for you. You did not acknowledge his presence and walk on the opposite way to which he was sitting. He noticed you while closing the door but the lack of attention to him proves that you're not really talking to him.

Instead, he followed you through the halls of Jujutsu Tech and stopping as well when your students stopped and said hi to you.

"Y/N-sensei, how are you?" Nobara asked, "I heard that you were hurt, and they still let you attend a meeting." She pouted.

"I'm fine." You assured her, "and were still watching that movie tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay sensei, and why is Gojo-sensei following you like a lost cat." She whispers. You shrugged and smile and continue walking.

You can still hear his steps following you. You completely ignored him. You wanted to do this to let him taste his own medicine. You stopped your tracks and grabbed your phone to call a cab.

Gojo snatched your phone, "I already called one. Let's just wait for our ride here."

"What do you mean our ride? I'm going home to rest, I'm tired." You demand him to hand your phone back.

"Yeah, were going home -"

"What the fuck, Gojo." You snarled at him.

"It's Satoru, Toru, babe or baby for you, love." He corrected his own name.

"You're so self-centered, you know that don't act like you fucking love me when you fucking told me about many nights before that you're re sick of me, that I'm so annoying and you're tired. I'm tired right now so can you please leave me."

"I know I was self-centered that night and I got so mad and lost my cool but it's because I'm just tired. I wanted to talk to you, but you avoided me like a plague, I don't even know what you were up to. I had to check with Shoko or Nanami to check what are you doing. I hate myself for saying such cruel things to you, you know it's not true right? You know that I feel the same way for you every day, even if I failed to show it to you, it's still the same. My heart aches when I think about you. The things that I have said - I'm really sorry, love."

"How much longer do you want me to be in pain, Gojo?" You asked him.

"It's Satoru even if you're mad at me," he shakes his head, "what? I don't want you to be in pain."

Gojo saw your pretty eyes saying that everything is over, you and he are done but he denies it. Your indifferent now, cold and as if you're digging a grave to bury all the memories that you had with him. Gojo still denies it.

"We're done. I'm breaking up with you and you don't get a chance to say anything after what I've been through. I think about this for a past couple of days, Gojo. I'm done with you, I'm not sorry for this."

Gojo Satoru remained on his foot as he watched you walking away. Although all of him is breaking down because of you he doesn't have anything as of now to let you stay. But he knows deep down in this life, journey and world in which nothing last forever -

It's only you for him.

[yuyu1024]

Need you

Pairings: Hongjoong x Y/N

Genre/tags: secret relationship, idol au

Warning: 🔞 smut/angst, cursing, pet names, unprotected sex (be safe everyone), breeding kink, age gap is not big a year or two (for nickname noona)

~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 1.6k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

A/N: no plot. Just... smut

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"Noona..." Hongjoong smiles brightly as you enter the room. He is currently sitting, waiting for you to do his make up. "Been waiting for you..."

"Sorry... traffic..." you hurriedly put your bag down and go to the bathroom to wash your hands. "Where are you going to day you say?"

"Hmmm..." he looks down at his phone and scrolls onto something. "To take pictures..."

"For what?" You ask as you go out the bathroom, drying your hands with paper towels. "And... where is your manager? I didn't see the company car outside."

A smile spreads across his lips.

"What is it?" You ask

"I don't have a schedule today... it's my day off..."

"What...?"

"I drove myself here..."

"Why?"

"What you mean why?"

"Well... I mean.... why? Like... why did you book a schedule with me on a early saturday... requesting for no other staff to be around... and why do you need make up on if you don't have a schedule?" You sigh. "I'm confused, Joongie."

"Because..."

"Because what?"

"Because... I haven't had any alone time with you in awhile." He trails off looking down, pouting a bit. "I've been busy... and... so are you.... all 8 of us were promoting.. different days and time... and most of the time... you are not my make up artist."

You relax your shoulder. "You know why..." You then go stand closer to where he sits and casually fix his hair. "We can't risk any idea... about us..."

"I know that...but..." Hongjoong takes your hand and kisses the back of it. "I miss you..."

"I miss you too..."

"Please... don't get mad at me... for making this appointment..." he mumbles while his lips are still on your skin. "I just... I badly need you, noona."

"Need? For what? Make up? What lie did you have to tell your management?"

"Hmmm..." he inhales the scent of your hand as he closes his eyes. "My parents knows about you... so I told them my plan... and what lie I told my company..." he opens his eyes to look at you. "I said we'll have a family photoshoot... and I need your make up... thats all."

"And they believed it?" You chuckle

"Thankfully... they did..." he smiles

"So... shall we go ahead and glam you up?"

He shakes his head. "I don't need that... Like I said... I need you, Noona... badly..."

Hongjoong's free hand reaches over your face, caressing your cheeks and then slowly slides down to your neck and then to your chest area. His finger tips touches your breast's exposed flesh sending shivers all over your body already.

"What will happen if I pull this string?" He asks, referring to the mini white sundress you are wearing.

"Hmm... I don't know..." you softly answer. "Joongie..." you breathe his name, almost a whisper, "what will also happen... if I..." you hand reaches for his pants, grabbing the obviously big erection he have. "Touch this..."

He takes a deep breathe as you rub your palms on him. He even had to close his eyes and open his mouth to groan at every rub.

"Looks like... you really need my help..." you squeeze him, getting a moan out of his mouth.

"Just fuck me, noona... fuck me... I need to feel you..." he whines as he moves his hips along with your rubs.

"Maybe... it's better if we take this at the back... we have a comfy sofa there..."

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Hongjoong follows you like a lost puppy. He flops down on the sofa and already unbuckling his belt and pants.

"Noona..." he cries for you

"I'm here..." you say, kneeling down in between his legs. "I'll make sure, to satisfy you my little Joongie..."

"Ahh... noona!" He throws his head back the second he felt your warm skin on his throbbing length. He is red. He is veiny. He is hard and up right. His length is so ready to be taken.

"Ohh..." you can't help but press your thighs together. The sight of his length leaking and twitching for you made your insides feel the ache to just put it in your pussy.

You are now torn on what you should do.

"Tell me... do you want me to suck you with my mouth or..." you stand up and pull your panties down to your ankles. "Ride you till you come?"

Your question made it twitch. He lieks both ideas for sure.

"Noona... fuck me... please..."

But since its been a while since you two had sex....

"Okay then..."

You climb up the sofa, legs spread and slowly squating down as you aim for the perfect spot, to ease him in.

"Shit!" Hongjoong bites his lower lip the second his tip felt your wet folds. "Noona.... noona!" He cries

"Ugh! Joongie!" You hold onto his shoulder for support. He is fully in you. You could feel every curve and veins. You are skin to skin internally. "Fuck!" Your mouth is wide open as you slowly move your hips. "Joongie... you're making me full..."

"Noona..." he leans forward to kiss you. But then stops as he felt his dick hit the wall. Your wall. "Noona, y-your squeezing me..."

The sound of his cries of pleasure is so addicting for you. You haven't heard him be like this for a while. You've missed making your little Joongie aroused and this sexy sounding.

"Ahhh..  ugh!" He throws his head back but then comes back to kiss you whilst he pulls the string that holds the part of your dress, carrying your tits. "So perfect." He hums as he munches on your skin before he goes straight to your nipple. "Your driving me insane, Noona... you came to work without a bra." He sucks a part of yout breast near the cleavage and made sure it left a redish mark. "Don't do this again. I can't be worrying about other men drooling over you while I am busy working..."

You inhale a moan as you watch him give you a kissmark. "That's not fair..." you wrap your arms around his neck and move your upper body closer to him. "You have thousand of girls...and boys... hot, cute, beautiful and sexy... who always gives you a lot of attention... why can't I have...?" You tease

He smirks, closing his eyes. He knows what you'te doing. "Noona... "

"Kidding..." you hug him and continued to work on your hips' movement

It feels so nice to feel him again; smell him and hear his voice in a tone that he only speaks when he is with you.

It is risky to date him but who the fuck cares? You love him and he loves you. You may not know the future for you two, however, you will enjoy every moment you could have with him. You will give everything for him and make sure he will not regret meeting you in his life.

"Ahhh!" You clasp on his shoulder, shutting your eyes as you feel something in you ready to pop. "Hongjoong..." you breathe. "I'm close..." you cry. "I'm fucking close..."

He is now on top of you. Your back is on the velvet sofa and he is thrusting with all his senses now. He wants to see you melt with him. He is not letting his gaze go anywhere.

"Oh fuck! fuck! Fuck! Hongjoong!"

"I like it when you call my name like that..." he says.

You squeeze your boobs together as you try to find a way to hold your body, yourself, for support. You are so damn close. Just a few more and you will..

"Ughhh!!" You arch your back as you finally reached it. "Oh God!" You are panting

"Shit!" He hiss as he looks down. He is emptying himself like there's no tomorrow. He didn't expect to climaxed with you. "Noona..." his voice goes softer. "I fucked."

You push yourself up with your elbows and see what he meant. He didn't pulled out. He came in you and you guys didn't use protection.

You both planned to use one earlier when you were riding him but then you two agreed not to as you missed each other so much that skin to skin is what you guys needed. And he did promise he will pull out if he comes. But...

"I'm sorry..." he looks at you with puppy eyes while breathing heavy

"Joongie... I promise... it's okay..."

"But... I came in you... what if..."

You move forward to kiss your Joongie on the lips. "Whatever happens... happens... I'm fine."

He takes both your hand and shower them with kisses. "If I get you pregnant... I will take care of you..."

You smile, "thank you but... we don't know yet... so don't worry about it for now..."

"I'm really sorry, Noona. I was not careful."

"It's fine. As long as you enjoyed it and... I made you satisfy..."

"I am... Both. And I am happy..." he crawls forward to you, making you lay back down again. "I love you, Noona." Then he begins to make out with you, again. The kiss is not just a smooch. He is invading your mouth with his tongue.

"J-joongie..." you giggle as you felt him grinding on you again. "We just had an... accident..."

"I know..." he grins. "But I want more..." he kisses you again, not letting you to breathe. You can feel he is hard again as well.

You put your hands on his chest, "don't tell me... the idea... of getting me pregnant turned you on?"

He scrunches his nose and licks your lips. "It did." He whispers.

"You're an idol..."

"Yeah... but I still have a dick... and my dick said, I want more... and so...let's dp it again." He says smiling ear to ear and with no hesitation

[yullalightk]

WOTFI IS HERE!!!!!!! WHOOO!!!!!!

I'M SO SORRY I'M LATE! But! I watched it after the livestream countdown, and, BOI! Do I have a lot to say!! and I'll make a part 2 of the WOTFI review cause, I don't think I'll be able to fit everything in one post. And with a lot of school projects on the line. So, I'll work on pt 2! and post it tomorrow!

!Also, spoiler warning!

So... we good? Okay! strap in!!

First off the thumbnail looks AMAZING!!!!! It really got me excited as soon as I woke up at 1 in the morning lmao😂

As soon as I watched it I was actually surprised they decided not to go with the horror route like in the trailer.. But personally, I'm not gonna complain I mean that should've been expected imo.

Also, the poster is soo fricking cool!!!! Like, I can't get enough of this art style and THE WAY IT WAS ANIMATED WAS LIKE A MOVIE INTRO!!!! IT WAS BEAUTIFUL!!!!!✨

The intro/Puzzles' backstory

So, I'm glad that Mr Puzzles gave us a more clearer explanation to his backstory. Even though it was something a lot of us knew already. None the less it was nice! I'm curious about the mother though, like, what was she like to Puzzles? Was she someone who didn't believe in her son's dreams as well? Or maybe someone who encouraged him to keep trying? Idk honestly, but maybe we'll get that answer in next year's WOTFI!

I also don't think he just sat in his room all day to adulthood, maybe he left his home to chase his dream but failed on multiple occasions. (Kinda like in the series where he tries to kill the crew but fails all the time) or, he watched TV all day as a coping mechanism. Trying to escape the cruelty of the world he lived in.

Also, wdhm when he said "The rest is history" like, we need more. Like how you got godlike powers? maybe that'll be explored more in WOTFI 2025!

Side note: Leggy's face when she dropped little Puzzles was funny for some reason help! IT HAD NO REASON TO BE THIS FUNNY!!😂😂

HE SWORE!!!!! YESS!!!!!!!! I swear he needs to let his anger out more, You gotta give kudos to him for enduring Mario's chaos😂

The casts!

I really LOVED the character designs! I can see how they are freaks now!

My all time favorites are SMG3, Bob, and Karen! They're designs stick out the most in the cast and I do like how they are all under Puzzles' control, like the PV movie!

Wish Saiko had more screen time though, I'm just a little disappointed at that. They could've done something interesting for her. Heck, they even gave the rest of the main cast more screen time than her.

But, maybe we'll see that in the next WOTFI? Hold up- wait a sec, I'm seeing a pattern of sorts... are, the stuff that felt lackluster in the 2024 WOTFI coming back as something better in WOTFI 2025?? That could be a possibility. I might make a theory on that, but hopefully when I'm not busy.

Side note: I swear this episode made me ship Mario and Puzzles so much!!😂😂 I mean- It's just hilarious to me!

Like when he said "Dear Mario" I know he hates him but like the way he says it made it feel like he likes him, or just toying with him!! Marware fans are eatin' good today! And he also complimated Mario on his performances on the fire perfomance!!! I know... he was doing what a judge does, try say something nice to the performers. But! That won't stop me from shipping them! And don't forget! Mario also still wanted to stay despite the hell Mr Puzzles put them through, in the rap Mario still wanted to have some fun in the amusment park! But, also glad he attacks him when Puzzles harms Mario's friend. And can be scared of him sometimes.

Now listen, I know he was trying to get Mario back so he won't ruin his show again but to me it also looks like he wants Mario to pay attention to him! kinda like a yandere😂😂 I'm just letting Marware infect my brain at this point haha.. it's becoming a curse.

Anyway that's part 1 for now. Part 2 will hopefully come out tomorrow as well, and I also have some projects to do so I know I said I will post every Saturday but that may be a little difficult, I'll get part 2 out tomorrow and I really hope that'll be the end of my review of this year's WOTFI!

Thanks for reading! hope ya'll enjoyed my WOTFI 2024 review pt 1.

[silverwarewolf]

happy storyteller saturday!! hello hello! what are you working on lately and which parts are you the most excited for? also, how is my friend alexandro doing :3

hi hi hi thanks for the ask!! i am answering on saturday this time actually lol!!

lately, i have been editing over what i have written so far on Lugubrious Lullabies. I guess on tuesday i did do some plot outlining for Bloody Whiskey but... ehhhhhh.

I am very excited to stop editing - i am sprinkling in some more foreshadowing about the End of the World and also the relationship between Isaak and Andrea. it's a bit difficult to juggle the fact that the audience Already Knows but the character certainly Do Not.

sometimes i wonder if i should change it so that even the audience doesn't know. i will have to weigh the surprise factor against the angst of knowing all along.

whichever the case, foreshadowing is always good. and once i finish adding that in, i'll most likely get to write a very cool fighting / tension scene, which ties perfectly into your other question

ALEXANDRO TIME!!!

He's been... going on a wild ride. recently he finally ditched Andrea and that got A LOT of stress off of his shoulders. returning to the life of a mercenary for hire isn't all that appealing (mostly due to financial safety, Andrea paid really well) but it's better than traveling with her.

the upcoming fight scene will be between him and Isaak - i believe i had already shared that snippet a long time ago, and i've rewritten it at least three times ever since.

it's a very specific vibe that i want between "holy crap my life is in danger" and "i kinda empathize with this cursed mercenary" and "he's kinda hot but maybe that's just my adrenaline" and honestly? if it were literally anyone else it would be fine, but isaak is so bad at admitting what he feels that right now it's just a pot of muddy soup

we'll get there eventually, though!

after the fight scene... i think i'll give alexandro a rest. he deserves good things after going thorugh so much. i wonder what sort of nice things he would like...

[plut0-mar2]

HIII POOKIES!! :DD I made a compromise(I drew online on my school computer) and here's my creepypasta OC, Riley/Alley! I'm ALSO gonna post pt.1 of their story rq. Btw, in this picture this is them AFTER the events (Proxy lmao) and also it's not their alter (Alley) but I'll post Alley later!

November 6th

A regular Saturday evening, nothing really special about it. Nothing but a headspace of emptiness in an over accessorized room. Glaring at the wall won’t do anything. You really are useless. The sound of silent voices and the movement of picking on healing scabs. Afterwards, the voices had gotten slightly more quiet and the picking stopped. A girl had finally stopped rotting about in her room, twitching her eye a little. This girl is Riley Nevaeh Taylor Green, or just Riley. She had finally gotten up from just staring her existence away, letting out a huff. She left her room to find where her siblings are, anxiously pulling her curly black hair. Her life wasn’t good since birth, being born with Autism and developing schizophrenia and anxiety, doing repeated impulsive acts. It makes her feel miserable that she’s been cursed with so much. The suicide hotline is basically screaming for a pickup phone call. It ruined her chance to even socialize with anybody. The only place where she could find comfort is with her siblings, her dad, Lizzie, her small friend circle, and Kittayoi. While walking in the hallway, she saw her mom enter from the front door, well, her step-mom Amber, that is. She wore a white collared shirt with a flannel, as well as some regular mom jeans. Riley didn’t like Amber, holding a GIANT grudge against her. When her dad was alive, she was always being cruel to him, pushing him to do things he finds uncomfortable . She would also bring her kids over at times, treating Riley and her siblings with zero respect and always getting the bottom of the barrel. Then after Riley’s dad asked for a divorce, Amber ended up getting her family to murder him. It left a giant scar for Riley and her siblings, making them all become more anti-social and lash out on each other with fear of what Amber might do to them. Sometimes, she tries to be nice to them after the passing, but Riley thinks she’s jealous because Riley and her siblings still have connections to their real mom, Rowan, who takes weekly custody. Riley’s step-mom had a bunch of bags in her hands, the one that caught Riley’s eye was some type of video game sticking out of the bag, begging to be let out of the bag. It looked like…. “Kittayoi?!” Riley exclaimed, rushing over to the living room where her step-mom was. She’s always been a big fan of the brand Tok-yan, her favorite character being Kittayoi, the face of Tok-yan. It was just so… mesmerizing to look at, seeing how happy Kittayoi looked with their friends, doing that all with no mouth. Riley wished it was that easy… It had a little note on it, saying: For Riley =). Riley thought it was pretty nice. Maybe it’s a late birthday gift? Riley took the item that was in the bag, sneaking away to the living room to play it on her 3DS. Riley was super excited to play the game, hoping it was immersive enough to make Riley forget about her troubles. The game was oddly charming, having pretty pixelated characters in bright colors and having space-like atmospheres. The characters also had voice acting, which surprised Riley a little, knowing most of the games she plays just had regular mute dialogue. The story was pretty simple, it was a space adventure with Kittayoi (like always) to fight off Starknutzi, the main antagonist. It was a simple, yet immersive game. It would also help Riley with forgetting all her problems and all the fighting and misery that she had gained from all that had happened. “I wish Kittayoi would take me away from all my shitty problems…” Riley muttered, putting all their focus on the game. Riley thought it would be better, nicer to be trapped in a game of her own. The game would also help her forget about feeling watched by something…. No eyes… No face.. All pale… He’s watching… November 20th

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary121

1/13-14/2024

friday - saturday

gonna test the newest export of the #problemsong right nowwwwwwwwwwwww.

okay, i do really really like the new guitar tone itself, so i think everything up to/through distortion i should not touch, i think really i just need to find where a lot of the rhythm is located, i guess. i guess also maybe i should try doing something where i take the guitar again and pan it left and then right, it might have more room that way to be heard better. i guess doubling a guitar that's so fucked up that also has the main riff inside could help. another thing is probably to cut some unnecessary highs, as many as i can get. and then, finally, i think the bass needs to be a little quieter. i'll figure out vocals when i get it doubled. i've just been reticent to do the doubling thing because it can very quickly become too much, plus getting the levels right can be difficult, and i don't want to pan too wide.

i did check another song, also, trying to see about using other tones from other songs in this one instead, and found that the bass was tooooo loudddddddd. always disheartening, but easy.

but today overall was pretty disheartening re: mixing, the confidence level plummets, i get miserable, but right now i think i'm happy. i guess i'll listen again to check but i shouldn't overdo it. it's like self harm sort of, testing if i'll get really upset. but it feels necessary.

i do like it though. i think panning will help bring out the lower frequencies in it, and it'll help the vocals be like, good. plus, since the song sounds like, okay, right now, i don't think the panning will create new/weird problems. so i guess i'll have to get it as close to right so i'm not working on 2 things separately, and then when that's good, double it. i think one way to get more low end out is but doing some of the high cuts, like i said, just not too many, and probably just shelving.

anyway, because of the miserable experience today i took a long shower, i tried to get back into watching the curse but like, i can't with that when i am moody. i did see something funny, i guess like perfectly timed as something for me to go feral on, which was some guy in a discord server doing this whole "i hate art. it's so decadent". he didn't actually say that but he did say people who care about art are idiots, that so many people who make it/are in scenes are stupid, it's annoying when people say artists are 'workers' (like solo artists aren't but when you get to big industrial level animation/filmmaking/graphic design or whatever, then it does become labor (it's obvious his idea of labor has to do with producing "useful" goods)). he said every second working on art prevents one from producing necessities. his posting was so evidently stupid it i guess made me feel something, like, it's so easy to critique it, obviously art isn't 'useful' and is broadly not meaningful in a like, totally material way, or a base material way. but art is a kind of communication, all of it, seeing where it's spectacularized is clearly important but his approach is this self serious and idiotic moral proselytizing, essentially, about how he's concerned about 'the real' and others ought to be too. it really is proselytizing, it's an effort to say to others, without saying outright, your soul needs saving, you are decadent, you are immoral. he brings up how you have to use equipment that people died getting, it's true, all this technology we have has blood on it, everything has blood on it, we live in hell, acting superior for a base materialism that essentially suggests that there is something 'necessary' one can do right now, is insane. what is necessary labor in capitalism, one can help, volunteer, but seeing a dude who formerly drummed in a fucking avant prog band talk about how art is a political failure of some kind because he doesn't understand marx/materialism is fucking irritating. this is the kind of politics someone arrives at via the reactionary mindset social media puts you in, his communist angle is a charade, it's essentially a kind of fascism that sees useless activity as decadent, as i continue to mention. i think what confounds me the most is the notion of utility, any worker right now, any labor, right now, how much of that is necessary, this is all mostly surplus, people volunteering do important work, people in hospitals might be doing important work sometimes. but people doing 'real' work as most people like this conceive it, hard labor, farming, serious 'skills' they imagine people needing on their imaginary utopian communes, this is all stuff that is not meant to last, every building made now serves a purpose of putting forth the appearance of growth and drumming wealth out of land. at this point, despite its relative uselessness, diy art is basically where people are most free/able to feel tethered to/ the possibility of the phrase "from each according to his ability to each according to his needs," his perspective is one that stems from the bourgeois notion that work=suffering, and so he has to suffer like jesus to illustrate to us that everyone is wasting their life force (his perspective is also a vitalist one) on producing useless things, when there is 'important' work to be done. there is, surely, it's just not going to be accomplished by someone who is solely in the grip of ressentiment and moralizing.

it is such a freakishly irritating perspective to see, it's common among certain communists. i really don't like the whole communist infighting thing or whatever, but people make it hard because, to put it bluntly, they are annoying and go on twitter dot com too much and it rots the insides of their heads until they decide they need to post in an art community that is mostly just poor trans women. it really is such a painfully bourgeois perspective.

anyway the rant is cathartic, i'm also under no illusions about either this rant or what i'm doing being important or even good in terms of helping the world, but i don't know, maybe i am just a touch too immoral, being at peace with that. i don't know. i think it's more immoral to create ways of thinking/enforce ways of thinking that make people feel that, if they aren't proceeding in an exact and certain way, of thinking and action, are immoral. it's so ugly.

i want to be liberated and sovereign, not alienated and able to see labor as something happy, to participate in, to do things as they really are needed, for others and myself, i want to be with everyone doing something, to make life happen. but we aren't there, and getting there won't happen by holding onto petty sentiments of the only way through to this is pain and asceticism, and through an excess of guilt.

sorry for the very dumb rant, though, also.

i also have so much energy rnn, it's sickeninggg, i did my workout to give myself energy to help write this but it's like, fucking me up, the morning light + allnighter dopamine are hitting me in a fucked up way, but it feels good.

now i am starting to get tired. i also did get some more writing done after the shower, so today was productive in that way. disappointments in music seem to get me to do better with writing. at least.

okay now it's like 2 pm and i'm not sleep so, idk, but i should go now so,,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[cuetopia]

Page #12 - Fourth Year, Second Sem, "Exams"

Wednesday, April 16

Tomorrow is the last day to use any of the IMA facilities. I have a research paper due on Saturday, and the sound mix for Through Her Eyes due on Sunday for grade purposes. I wish I felt the impact of this homestretch more, but it isn't liberating because all the final days (last day of class, last day at class, last day to submit) are spread out. Pursuing a degree in the arts is fun and fulfilling, but it's hard to explain the complexities of the work and deadlines to people who may not get it. I’ve been thinking a lot about what to write about for this last page, which is also how I’ve been feeling about anticipating my last day of school. Everything I imagine (I am a daydreamer after all) seems too good to be true, or not appropriately big enough for the occasion. I really wanted to eat outside for lunch today (a must when I'm downtown), but then I tell myself to save it for tomorrow. I wanna wear a cute outfit tomorrow, but I also don't want to put effort into a day that might be a bust. I'm supposed to be getting a lot of work done but I keep thinking about these little things, which makes me wonder if maybe it's because film isn't fulfilling enough to distract me. I want to feel good about being done with school but so many things are hindering that.

Thursday

I didn't wear a cute outfit, which is good because there's not many people here to see it. I booked an editing suite because I had to come downtown to return some things anyway, and I've seen only one person from my year. A lot of times I curse myself for not having socialized in earlier years. I tried at first: joined group chats, followed people on social media, even submitted myself for a post about incoming students (but looking back perhaps all my attempts were too distanced; too dependant on technology). But the second I started to feel any sort of anxiety about it, I retreated. I'd like to think I'm a person who is better once you get to know, because that's when I become less insecure and concerned with myself, but my belief in happenstance proves this to be questionable. I'm going out for lunch right after this. For someone who seems to be very hyper-independent there are a lot of things I've never done alone, including eating at a restaurant (which might also be a result of the fear of eating in public I've been overcoming). I've been thinking a lot about where I'm at in comparison to where I started: university, and these pages. I've been so scared to repeat myself, to be in the same place I was in high school, that I've been overlooking all the ways I've changed for good. I’m more forgiving, more patient in ways I didn't realize weren't common. I do things for myself now, in addition to doing them for others.

Ways I've Changed ⚝ I do my bibliography before I finish a significant part of my academic papers, cause I know I'll be rushing to finish and it'll help to have minor parts done early ⚝ I no longer believe myself when she tells me I can finish a 1500 word paper in a day–research and all (but I also probably could and still pass) ⚝ I name my files properly ⚝ I don't get overly upset when group members miss our meetings or deadlines for something else. What they do is on them ⚝ In relation to the last point, I'm learning to be less of a control freak when it concerns other people ⚝ Caffeine has always made me shake, but now I try not to drink it ⚝ I often wake up before 9 ⚝ I know how to use a power drill! ⚝ I used to hide in the bathroom when I had no one to go to class to, now I am 70% okay with sitting alone ⚝ I also can admit now that I am not above depending on people, and I'd much rather be with friends ⚝ This is something I learned earlier, but no one should be above tasteful gossip

Things I've Yet to Learn ⚝ You can do a small thing without the significance and weight of the world (me saying hi to someone in the halls is not equivalent to a proposal) ⚝ Doing small things like sweeping before I leave the house ⚝ Sharing personal things is a sign of vulnerability and builds community, not a means for people to fault me ⚝ Showing up matters ⚝ How to ask for help and wait for the response ⚝ Compromise ⚝ How to not leave things for the last time ⚝ Maybe some things can't be fixed with time ⚝ The world will not judge me for doing my makeup, even if it's a small or no occasion ⚝ InDesign ⚝ How to build a portfolio ⚝ Mom and Dad are trying their best, even if I need them to try more ⚝ How to make good drip coffee ⚝ Even though I have my whole life? to learn how to do hard things, I'm only hurting myself if I don't try harder

[aintnoscience]

November Catch Up

Friday, November 17th, 2023.

HI! I don't know when was the last time I posted here (not bother to check) but it's been a long time.

I was intended to write a journal on my diary but I feel like warming up my fingers a little bit on the keyboard before doing my PKP report after this.

I can't believe we're halfway this semester, and new year is in a month. Omg, it feels like yesterday I just quitted my job and enjoying my first semester of offline class.

Time flies so fast, and I've grown so much (hopefully, for the better).

This semester is not easy. I can't believe I've survived the half of it.

My Monday is always packed, with 3 classes (yes, 3!) with two classes overlapped. Fortunately one of them is online. I really can't believe what would I be if all of them are offline. But I'm glad I can take all of them into my semester credit. (Remember how I used to fight the admins and discussed higher-ups in my faculty to be able to take those classes? That was the hell of a fight.)

My Tuesday is also packed. I have PKP (well, at first it started at 9), and then I have to go to campus at 12 P.M for HAKI class at Bambu, and after the class, I still have to go back to the company. It was very tiring and cost consumptive. I always wanna cry because my money runs out very quickly.

Wednesday and Friday is my PKP day. Sometimes I don't go because I really don't have money. Yes, this is not professional, but fortunately the company is very open and we don't really have heavy projects so they thought it's not really necessary to come everyday.

Thursday is kinda my rest day because the class is online. But me and my friends are also not going to the company for PKP because again, we don't really have projects for the interns for the last two months.

Saturday and Sunday are weekends, but sometimes, I get to do freelance works, or maybe doing assignments (or laundry day (or sometimes, I'm too lazy to do anything and just laying down all day)).

Even though it sounds really tiring, I'm actually happy (except for the part when I have to pay for the fare). I know it's not perfect, but I'm really trying to balance everything while staying sane.

Which sometimes is really really really hard.

Two weeks ago, I had my mid exam, and at the same time, I'm still going for PKP and do freelance.

It was crazy, my brain was fried.

Sometimes, I really like doing multiple tasks at the same time. I've been doing it since two years ago. It's not healthy, and I've felt the consequences. And my thinking process become slower because I multitask a lot.

Multitasking feels like a productive procrastination. I avoided doing my assignments because I have my reason to do my freelance. I skipped PKP because I have to do my assignments.

Another problem with multitasking is that once you've set up the mood for the freelance, you will not be able to be focus on your assignments. And vice versa.

I admit that didn't do my best at my mid exam because I have to juggle it with a freelance work. I am forever cursing what I've submitted for my Dapro because I don't even know what I write lmao. That was not the best of me. But at the same time, I don't have energy to fix everything.

"Why don't you just say no to the work if it's messing up your schedule and energy?"

For me, turning down the work feels like nolak rejeki and I don't want to do that. Getting one project is really helping me, at least to buy some groceries for a week. Freelance work is not something that I'm actively looking right now because I feel like I've had enough on my plate. But I still need my own money. So I'm just kinda "waiting" for the projects from my two active clients. I'm afraid that I'll not be able to handle everything if it comes at the same time and feels too much for me.

Maintaining the time and energy for each project is not easy. I will always "demand" my lazy time to lay around procrastinating because I know I'll burn out if I keep pushing my body to work. So again, I ended up doing everything the last minutes.

Sounds like I'm making up excuses, but for someone who's working like this (multitasking, juggling between works and study) for almost two years, I think I know my limit now.

Fortunately, the schedule been slowing down for the past week. I decided to take some rest. I stayed at the dorm, not doing anything since the last Thursday. I joined online class. I submitted assignments. But I skipped Thursday offline class (also because I didn't have pocket money).

My body feels like shutting down. Glad that I never skipped class before so I can use my "jatah bolos" for resting. I just really want to rest, not doing anything before everything starts to get busy and rushing again.

In my defense, this is my energy management. I know it really sounds like I'm makin up things. But trust me, I know my limit now.

Today I started to move a little bit, I went out hunting for my photography project. It felt nice. I haven't left my room for a week and spending time under the sun felt really nice. I walked a lot, it was 3 km probably and I lost in my thoughts because it was fun today (also literally losing my way back home).

And like I said, I'm warming up a bit by writing on the keyboard before finishing my PKP report.

I think that's my update. Yeah, that's just life. Sometimes you're really busy, sometimes you're dying.

Anyway, I've been planning to do a visual moodboard for next year, but I keep forgetting. Please remind me before November ends.

Cheers,

xx

We'll get through this.

p.s: That's one of the picture I took today. I don't think I'll use it so yeah.

[randomshyperson]

The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - Chapter 13 - The Sixth Year (Part Three)

My dear friend @abimess, I keep stealing your gifs and making updates without telling you. I hope you never get tired of it.

Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies. || Chapter Warnings: Magical torture with minors, cursing, angst, ptsd, derogatory thoughts and behavior, dark magic.

Chapter Words: 8.486 K

A/N> Yes, I've gone for a month without warning anyone, and yes that might go on, but at least i'm near ending this (I'm already writing chapter 21). Once I'm finished, I'll just programe tumblr to upload them all for me because i'm lazy. I hope anyone like this yet, i don't even know what i'm doing anymore. Good reading!

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Chapter 13 - Part XIII - The Sixth Year (Part Three)

Gossip really starts to irritate you when you go to lunch after potions.

"You want to say something to me, girl?" You charge impatiently when you hear the giggles behind you again, coming from a group of students sitting at Ravenclaw's table.

The group turns around with wry smiles on their faces, and you notice the editions of the Daily Prophet in the hand of one of the boys. It is Hope Summers, your classmate, who speaks first:

"We're just sharing some theories, Stark." She says in a provocative tone. "Some of us find it an interesting coincidence that just now that Mephisto is back, you and Maximoff are losing control of magic."

You frown.

"What are you talking about?" you ask in surprise, referring to Wanda, but Hope thinks you want her to keep mocking you.

"It's just suspicious that no one knows what happened to you in that dungeon, or at the ministry of magic." Hope counters. "And now you two are blowing things up, and we have a dark wizard on the loose."

"Fuck you, Summmers." You curse as you stand up, leaving the girl in shock at your aggressiveness.

The same auror from the first day stands in front of you as you try to approach Slytherin's table.

"Students must respect..."

But you interrupted his speech with a loud shove that sent him staggering backwards, and drew the immediate attention of several people.

You were seeing red by now, the man's wry smile only making you more irritated.

He drew his wand, but so did you. And the room held its breath.

"Put your wand away, Miss Stark." Warned the auror angrily, but you didn't.

Wanda stood up as she noticed the confusion, rushing to reach you, but the auror put his arm in her way.

"Now, miss." He warned again, and you grunted in irritation.

"Get your hands off her." You retorted, feeling your body fever with hatred.

"Stark." The man said, his arm reaching down to push Wanda back, and you exploded.

You didn't even finish thinking about the spell, the magic exploding out of your wand.

The auror masterfully blocked it, and you dropped your wand to jump on top of him.

It was a confusion of shoving, other bigger students pulling you away from the man and he away from you.

" Never fucking touch her again!" You warned snorting in anger, Thor Odinson stopping you from jumping on the man's neck.

"I just pushed her away from the line of fire, you crazy bitch!" The auror retorted indignantly and angrily. "Go to the headmaster's office now!"

"Fuck you!"

Thor pulled you out of the hall as the crowd of students whistled in celebration, excited about the whole fight. The auror was too busy dissipating everyone to follow you.

"Hey, hothead, calm down." The blonde warned as he released the grip of you by the courtyard. You grunted angrily, wishing you could break something.

"Fuck this school, fuck that asshole." You complained aloud, as Thor looked at you curiously.

"You have quite a rage, Stark." He comments, and you grumble in irritation.

But Wanda catches up with you the next moment, and she looks even angrier than you.

"What the hell was that?" she asks and you roll your eyes, running your hands through your hair.

"I think you are going to be fine for now on." Thor comments, smiling at the thank you Wanda says to him before leaving you two alone.

"So?" Wanda insists, arms crossed. You bite the inside of your cheek as you look at her.

"What do you want me to say?" You retort angrily.

"You just started a fight for no reason! Again!" She accuses. "Only this time it was with a wizard who could kill you. I want to know what's going on!"

"I don't know, Wanda!" You exclaim angrily. "Why does everyone expect me to have answers? I don't know! Do you understand that? It feels like I'm going to explode in frustration any second, neither you or Gamora seem to get it. I don't understand what's happening to me!"

"Because you won't talk to us!" She shouts back, just as annoyed as you are. "You're pushing everyone away! Even me! We can't help you if you don't talk to us!"

You grunt impatiently, turning around. There was a strange throbbing in the back of your head, a strange whisper. Like a voice telling you that no one was telling you the truth, that your friends expected too much of you, that Wanda didn't care...

This last thought made you sob. Wanda softened her expression immediately, taking a step toward you and touching your shoulder, but you pulled away from her touch as if burned, wiping your tears away quickly.

"Leave me alone, Wanda." You mutter between teeth. She hesitates, raising her hand toward you again.

"Please."

"I need some time from you." You insist, pushing her hand away, and walking away.

A part of your brain is begging you to go back and make things right, but there is a cloud of anger and irritation that keeps you walking.

//-//-//-//-//

You roll over in bed in discomfort.

Nightmares. Again.

It has only been five days since you had your fight with Wanda, and you are getting worse every day.

With Summers' teasing, you end up noticing other things too.

How the school really found the theory that you and Wanda were somehow related to Mephisto, because the minister had covered up what happened in the dungeons and in the ministry, and everybody thought it was strange that two students were showing an increase in magical potential with the return of a dark wizard.

Unlike you, who were failing considerably in any simple execution of spells, Wanda was demonstrating exceptional abilities. Kaecilius was more than willing to make her the face of progress at Hogwarts, you heard the gossip about bringing in reporters to share the news of the new direction.

You know that the only reason Wanda hasn't come after you yet was because you're running away from her like the plague.

And you couldn't even explain why.

You were also blocking out your real health condition from her. Just like you two practiced during the summer.

Besides hiding this from Wanda, you have kept your friends away too, isolating yourself from everyone else in search of a little rest, only succeeding in taking a nap when you are running away between classes.

And the detentions with Kaecilius keep increasing as you skip classes.

You begin to consider learning to write with a different hand, just so the bruise has time to heal, but at this point you don't even care about the scar anymore.

"You really must like pain." Loki teases wryly as you sit in an empty room, waiting for the aurors' shift change again after your detention.

You don't ask him what he's doing on that floor again, and he doesn't ask why you haven't spoken to your friends in two weeks.

"Sure, that must be it." You joke back, massaging your injured hand.

He assumes a pensive expression for a second.

"Are you sure you haven't been cursed by someone?" He asks, causing you to frown in shock and confusion.

"Excuse me?"

He gives a little chuckle, settling himself better against the wall.

"Everyone's been talking about you being sick." He says. "I heard some of the Ravenclaw people theorize that you became a werewolf over the summer."

You laugh helplessly, massaging your temples lightly.

"I guarantee that's not it." You say making Loki smile.

"If you are sick for no reason, it could be a curse." He says. "I wouldn't be surprised, the way things are."

"But how do I find out if I've been cursed?"

Loki takes a thoughtful stance.

"I don't know." He says. "But I'm sure you can learn that in the no longer reserved session of the library."

You laugh at the joke, but soon you both return to silence. When that hallway's shift ends, Loki sighs, getting up and helping you to stand.

"Still can't perform spells?" He asks, already drawing his wand.

"Only if I want to blow things up." You scoff making him laugh.

"Fine, I'll enchant you." He says. When you are transparent, he looks at you with an amused expression. "See you next Saturday, troublemaker?

"Don't worry, I plan on skipping DADA, maybe I'll be here tomorrow." You retort in the same tone before turning to leave.

//-////-//-//-//-//

It takes three more days for Wanda to finally corner you.

You are skipping class in an empty room on the seventh floor, trying to doze off, and almost fall out of your chair with fright when the door opens and Wanda comes in, looking annoyed.

You grunt impatiently, without lifting your face from the desk.

"I told you I needed time." You complain, but tense up when you notice the tears in her eyes as she moves closer to sit at the table next to yours.

" You want to break up with me?" She asks in a whisper and you raise your head immediately, feeling your chest tighten.

"What? What are you talking about?"

Wanda gives a humorless laugh at your expression. "Why are you acting like this is an absurd idea? You've disappeared. You've been avoiding me, not even talking to me anymore."

You shake your head quickly, feeling the urge to cry.

"I don't want to break up with you." You say. "I..I would never want to be away from you."

"You just said you need time away from me." Wanda retorts with annoyance, and you feel your stomach clench as she sighs. "I don't know what's going on with us. And I miss you, but you won't let me near you."

You are exhausted. So you cry.

You rest your head on your arms, and let your sobs fill the silence, hoping that the tears will take this bad feeling away.

It's Wanda's gentle touch on your back that helps.

"Babe, tell me what's wrong." She whispers to you, her tone concerned.

It takes many minutes for you to calm down. But when you do, Wanda holds your hand, kneeling on the floor beside the chair you are in.

"I can't do magic." You breathlessly tell her from crying, "And I can't sleep. I've been sick for weeks, and I'm angry all the time. Healer Cho doesn't know what's wrong with me, but everyone at school seems to have a theory about it. I think I'm going to suffocate, Wanda. I'm messing everything up. Between us, between my family, and at school." You sob as you finish and Wanda shakes her head, her hand coming up to your cheek.

"Don't say that." She urges. "You didn't ruin anything. Hey, look at me. I love you. Your sisters love you, your friends love you. We'll figure out what's going on."

Wanda hugs you tight, and you sob, shaking.

You want to believe her words, so you push the intrusive thoughts away, and believe it.

//-//-//-//

Wanda takes you to a door in that same floor you two were before, but you have never seen that door until that moment.

And you are very surprised to realize that it is a bedroom.

"How...?" You ask confused as she closes the it.

"Welcome to the Room of Requirement." She says with a smile, pulling you by the hand around. "We hold our Avengers meetings here." She counters and you frown.

"In a bedroom? Interesting choice." You comment and she giggles.

"No, my love." She says. "That's how this room works. It is charmed to meet your needs. That's why I asked you to come in first."

"Oh, that's pretty cool." You say looking around. Wanda smiles at you, and then you both reach the bed. "The room thinks I have to sleep?"

"I do too." Wanda retorts, pushing your shoulders gently for you to sit on the bed. "Go on, nice dreams."

You hesitate. "You gonna leave me here alone?"

Wanda denies with her head, pointing to the chair that probably just magically appeared next to the bed. You frown.

"Can't you sleep in the bed with me?"

She giggles. "We don't have much time for you to sleep. If I lie down, you'll want to kiss me. So I'll be sitting in that armchair, studying as I should." She explains seriously, and you pout.

"Stupid rules." You grumble moving your hands up to her waist. "Lie down with me."

"Babe..."

"Please."

Wanda sighs, then nods. You smile, quickly removing your shoes as she does the same. You quickly adjust yourself on the bed, opening your arms for her to lie on top of you, and she gives a little giggle before doing so.

"Are you cozy, sweetheart?" You murmur against her hair, and Wanda squeezes her arms around you.

"Yeah, your boobs are good pillows." She teases, making you laugh with reddened cheeks.

Your eyes begin to heavy quickly, fatigue catching up with your body relaxed by the comfort of the moment.

"Go to sleep, babe." Wanda whispers. "I'll be here when you wake up."

You smile with your eyes closed, surrendering.

It's the best sleep you've had in weeks.

The problem is that as soon as you start to wake up again, you are feeling sick.

You touch the emptiness in the bed, mumbling softly. When you open your eyes you find Wanda sitting in the armchair, the darkhold in her lap.

"Damn it, Wanda, this book again." You complain in a hoarse voice, but she just sighs.

"Why the attitude?"

"I hate that book." You grumble sitting up in bed, massaging your face lightly. "Why do you keep reading it anyway?"

"It's interesting." She says, closing the item to look at you. "Agatha really told me a lot, but there are also things I didn't know."

"For example?"

Wanda bites her lips, appraising you.

"Scarlet witches are forged, for instance." She says and you frown in confusion. Wanda sighs. "Many powerful witches, born scarlet witches, never got to fulfill their destiny because the forging didn't happen."

You straighten your clothes uncomfortably, pensively.

"What exactly does that mean?"

"What the headmistress did last year was my forging." She clarifies and you swallow dryly, feeling your stomach turn. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" you ask confused.

"Everything." She says upset. "I know we've talked about this, but it seems like all I do is cause you problems. With the bond, and with the forge. If Agatha didn't want my powers, she wouldn't have taken you to the dungeon and you wouldn't have suffered."

You poke at the knot of your tie, feeling yourself suffocate slightly. Wanda is speaking, you blink to focus on her words.

"I'm sorry, could you say that again?" You ask out of breath, sweating. You blink to find Wanda's concerned gaze on you.

"Babe, what's wrong?" She asks worriedly, her hands around your face.

You feel your head spin, and everything goes dark before you can answer.

//-//-//-//

You smell the scent of grass when you wake up.

Then you blink in confusion, getting used to your surroundings to realize that you are in what looks like a ward bed.

"Hey, all right, take it easy getting up, Miss Stark." Asked Professor Strange with one hand on her shoulder. In the other he held a potion that you imagined he had given you.

"W-what happened?" you mumbled confusedly, sitting up in bed. Only now did you notice Professor Munroe and Wanda standing in front of the bed, both with worried expressions.

"You passed out, but you're better now I imagine." Stephen explained gently, but you were still feeling very weak.

"Professor, she simply blacked out." Wanda commented in a tearful voice. " Don't you have any idea what's wrong?"

Stephen sighed, and then pointed at the chair, the darkhold.

"Where did you get that book?" He asked, and Wanda frowned, taking a step toward the chair in a defensive posture.

"What does that have to do with my question?" she retorted dryly, and Stephen looked at you one last time before standing up.

"There's a reason it's called the Book of the Damned, Miss Maximoff." He says."It damns its readers."

"That's ridiculous." Wanda retorted, crossing her arms. "I've been reading it for weeks and nothing has happened."

"Not with you."

Wanda hesitates, widening her eyes. And then she takes a step back, swallowing her cry as she reaches out to grab the book and hand it to Stephen.

She turns her gaze back to you, and lets the tears fall.

"I am truly sorry." She says with a mixture of guilt and shame before turning to leave the room.

You call out to her about three times, but she leaves and you don't have the strength to go after her.

"Damn, couldn't I have said that in a different way?" You complain angrily to Stephen, who just sighs, exchanging a look with Professor Munroe. "How come you two are here anyway?"

"It was Wanda." Professor Ororo replies. "She asked the room for someone trustworthy to help her with you. Then there was a door opening in the potions room. Stephen was there with me, and we both came."

"Great." You mutter annoyed, thinking about how you are going to talk to Wanda and convince her that you were not angry with her. "Would either of you happen to know how to make me better now?"

"Sure." Stephen comments by raising the book in the air, and with a wave of his hand, the item dissolves into several pieces until it is gone. "I didn't destroy it, if that's what you're thinking. I just put it away, to prevent something like that from happening again."

"Congratulations." You grumble wryly as you straighten up in bed, the same migraine from before is now weaker, but it's still there.

"You know, you had a better attitude when you didn't have a magical doom on your spirit." Stephen complains, causing you to frown, but Professor Ororo gives a chuckle.

"Thanks professor." You comment wryly, making him laugh. He sits back down beside your bed, and pulls out of the cover a small notebook.

"Now that Miss Maximoff has stopped reading the book, I suppose you will get better." Stephen says, making you sigh.

"You suppose? That's encouraging." You say moving to stand up.

"Where are you going, Miss Stark? You need to rest." Warn the professor, but you ignore him, and ignore the weakness in your body as well.

"What I need, Strange, is for people to stop lying to me."

"No one is lying, Miss Stark." Professor Ororo states next. "We really don't know the extent of the magic the darkhold carries."

"And why is that I imagine?" You sneer. "Because someone omitted the truth from you, and it's been passed down for generations, isn't it? Well, that's over now. Because we've finally studied everything in this place, including a book that condemns anyone who reads it." You exclaim impatiently, stooping down to put on your shoes. "If you two will excuse me, I'll figure out how to get better on my own. But first I'm going to explain to my girlfriend that none of this is her fault."

Ororo and Stephen are silent, but you wouldn't have been paying attention to anything they said anyway.

Soon you are up and out of the requirement room looking for Wanda.

//-//-//-//

She seems to have disappeared from the castle, so you must concentrate to use your instincts.

The hardest part is dodging the aurors, but you finally reach the astronomy tower.

You're a little out of breath from the run, but it's the image of Wanda standing on the edge, the sunlight in her hair that leaves you breathless.

"Hi." You say in a low tone, your hands in your pockets as you approach. She startles slightly, wiping away tears as she keeps her gaze forward.

"What do you want here?" she asks in a husky voice. You sigh.

"That you stop hating yourself and listen to me." You say and she lets out a short laugh.

"And what do you think you can say?" She questions turning her body toward you. "All I do is hurt you."

You shake your head, but Wanda lets out a tearful laugh.

"No you don't understand." She says. "Since I met you, you have only brought me good things. Affection, happiness, hope. You've been that kind warm feeling that I need on my worst days. Hell, you're even the memory for me to cast a patronus." She confesses with emotion, her face wet with tears. "But me? All I bring you is pain and suffering. And now I even bring sickness. This is wrong, I hurt you. You need to see this, and understand that we can no longer happen."

"Don't say that." You ask, reaching up to touch her face, wipe away her tears. "That's not true, Wanda. I love you, you make me..."

"Stop it." She interrupts with a sob. "Don't make it any harder than it already is."

"Please, Wanda, listen to me." You plead, resting your forehead on hers, your hands on her cheeks. "You make me happy, you are the only thing that makes me happy, I love you, please..."

Wanda kisses you hard, and you respond with the same intensity, both of you gasping into each other's mouths.

But then she is pulling away, thrusting you farther apart.

"I'm sorry." She cries, taking a step back. "We're over."

And she's running away again, and this time you don't go after her.

//-//-//-//-//

Without Darkhold's being consumed, you really start to improve in terms of physical health.

The only problem is the emotional ditch you find yourself in.

Gamora, Nebula and Mantis find you, again in the Room of Requirement, skipping class.

"My god this is worse than last time." Gamora remarks as she looks around at the mess of junk food and pillows. The room had been transformed into a "comfortable place", which basically had the appearance of a living room, with several soft armchairs, and lots of unhealthy food. "Why did you guys break up this time?"

"Please don't talk to me." You grumbled, your voice coming out muffled because you were lying on two soft puffs, your face buried in the pillow, your hand inside a bag of muggles snacks.

"I bet you five bucks they'll be back together before the end of the month." Nebula commented and you sniffled against your pillow, hearing a noise that sounded like Gamora hitting her sister.

"We talked to Wanda." Mantis said. "And with Professor Stephen, too. We're sorry about everything, but have you decided you're not going to study anymore?"

"I don't care about school." You grumble against the pillow. "Leave me alone, I want to cry."

Nebula gives a short laugh, and Gamora elbows her.

"Stop hitting me, you crazy." Nebula complains loudly, moving away from her sister to approach you, taking the bag of snacks you have, and making you complain softly. "And you stop being such a drama queen. Aren't you two like soul mates or some shit? It's just a fight, you'll work it out. You're acting like you've never broken up before."

"Your sensitivity is admirable." Gamora scoffs, pushing her sister away to sit next to you, stroking your back until you look up at her. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

You feel the urge to cry arise again. "Wanda thinks she is bad for me." You say. "And she doesn't want to be with me anymore, and I want to die."

You start crying again, stuffing your face into the pillow as Gamora strokes your hair.

"How did this happen anyway?" Nebula asks, confused, chewing on salty snacks."You barely slept at home over the summer to be with her, and now you guys are breaking up. It's hard to keep up with this relationship."

"Merlin, Nebula shut up." Gamora asks impatiently, and her sister raises her hands in surrender with an ironic expression. You want to scream against your pillow, but all you do is try to control your crying.

"You can't keep disappearing, sweetheart." Gamora says as she runs her hands through your hair, trying to calm you down. "Kaecilius has already noticed. He's trying to figure out where you're going, and eventually he'll figure it out since you can't stay here forever."

"Maybe I can." You mumble making Gamora laugh softly.

"Come on, I'm sure you miss a decent meal." She says. "Why don't you join us for lunch?"

"I can't sit at your table."

"Who said anything about a table?"

This is how you end up on the edge of the great lake, at a picnic.

Mantis gets several dishes from the house elves, and since lunch is a free social hour, nobody seems to mind that you are eating outside.

Your sisters are not the only students who, over time, have learned ways around school rules.

You grumble slightly as you feel the sun on your face, but lie back on the grass, closing your eyes.

Your mind wanders back to last summer immediately, the memories of Wanda, and you feel horrible. You just want her back. And then you swallow the urge to cry again to accept the juice Mantis offers you.

"We wanted to tell you that we've found a way to help you, too." Gamora says after a moment, causing you to raise your eyebrow. "About the darkhold, and the eternal damnation thing."

"Light topic." You sneer, throwing your arm over your face. The day is hot. "I appreciate the help, of course."

Gamora giggles. "Merlin, I had forgotten how grumpy you get when you're upset."

"I'm not upset, Gamora." You retort angrily. "I'm frustrated."

"Sexually." Nebula sneers, making you grunt in anger, but Mantis holds back a laugh.

"What's your problem with my feelings lately?" You accuse the girl with irritation.

"Not everything is about you, you know." She retorts and you sit up quickly, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Nebula laughs, rolling her eyes. "In case you haven't noticed, there's a war going on." She says. "We're all stressed and scared. And the three of us have been in the same classes as you, having to watch the same things. But you only have time for Wanda. And now you've broken up, again, because there's some mortal danger, again, that she's caused for you. So, I don't know, but maybe she is right to break up. Ever since you guys started dating everything has been about her, and the trouble she causes!"

"Fuck you, Nebula!" You exclaim angrily, advancing against the girl in front of you. Gamora and Mantis quickly separate you.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Gamora shoves you. "Were you really going to hit her?"

"Fuck this." You curse angrily, taking a step away. "I didn't ask any of you to come after me. I don't need you. I just need Wanda. Fucking leave me alone."

You turn back to the castle, cursing the wild on your way.

//-//-//-//

Loki is the only friend you have now.

You wouldn't call him a friend exactly.

Kaecilius has put you in detention for three days a week, including Saturday, but mostly you just clean the castle. But when he takes you to the seventh floor, and makes you scrape sentences against your own skin, you don't worry about being alone anymore, because Loki is always on that floor.

It takes a week for you to tell him about the requirement room.

" You could have mentioned it earlier, we would have stuck around here." He comments without sounding upset.

Soon it doesn't take long for you two to start seeing each other even when you're not in detention.

You are not surprised that Loki also skips classes, he has always been quite mischievous, but the reason is different from yours.

He knew dark magic. Much more than you or your classmates. And he has no interest in practicing it in class.

"It's stupid." He comments as you are sitting in the armchairs. "Most people will never have the courage or willpower to cast a death curse. It's useless to learn."

"Is that the only reason you don't agree with the teaching at Hogwarts now?" You ask in surprise, setting up the chessboard for yourself as Loki shrugs his shoulders.

"I feel like you're judging me, Hufflepuff." He sneers but you smile, rolling your eyes.

"Honestly, I don't give a damn."

And you really didn't care.

Wanda was avoiding you in the halls, and you were doing the same with your friends and family.

When Iron delivered the mail to the Slytherin table, including Nebula's birthday presents, you wanted to throw up, but all you did was walk away from the Hufflepuff table toward the requirement room.

Without the darkhold, you didn't feel sick, but the anger didn't go away.

Your magic hadn't stabilized, and you were failing at everything, but you couldn't bring yourself to worry about it.

Erik wrote to you, commenting on the importance of you and Wanda practicing magical balancing together, and you burned the letter while crying on the carpet.

And at this rate, time went by.

It was almost the middle of the school year when things started to take a turn for the worse at Hogwarts, and in the wizarding war as well.

Mephisto is getting stronger, and the order is losing. And Kaecillius must be under some pressure from the ministry, maybe for answers from organizations like the Avengers, which are forbidden, because his detentions get too horrible.

It is Saturday again, and you drag yourself to the room where you are supposed to fulfill your detention, but unlike the other days, Kaecillius locks the door.

You only notice because he seems tense and distracted, and there is no feather or book.

"Professor, what will my punishment be today?" You ask confused, and he is nodding to the center of the room as he stands in front of the desk, a few feet from you.

"Miss Stark, today I want to ask some questions and I expect honesty." He declines as he turns to you.

You hiss softly, putting your hands in your pockets.

"Shoot."

Kaecillius doesn't even mind your lack of formality, looking at you with an impassive face.

"What is Mephisto's location?"

You choke in surprise and disbelief. "Excuse me? Why do you think I know that?"

"The ministry has reason enough to suspect that the Order of the Avengers is nothing more than a cover for the death walkers.Your brother, whom I had suspected of being part of that order of delinquents, is no longer at Hogwarts, but you will have to serve." He speaks and with each word you become more outraged. "Now answer me, where is Mephisto?"

" Did you just fucking call my brother a delinquent?" You mutter incredulously. "I have no idea where Mephisto is, what's your problem?"

But you widen your eyes when the professor draws his wand, and you barely have time to swallow dry before the spell hits you in the chest.

It's the cruciatus curse. You know the second it hits you. The sharp pain fills every cell in your body and you scream, not having the strength to stand or with your eyes open, hugging yourself.

"We must not tell lies, Miss Stark." Kaecillius says as soon as he stops enchanting you, the pain disappears in the same instant, but you continue to tremble.

In complete shock and fear, you sob.

"I will ask you again, where is Mephisto?"

You let the tears flow, and shake your head. "I don't know, professor."

Kaecillius lets out a sigh of disappointment. "Some cases are more difficult than others." He comments somberly, taking a step toward her. "Did you know that the record for enduring the Cruciatus curse before madness is six hours? Incredible, isn't it? It happened during the first war, with a muggleborn. You're a half-blood, maybe you can take longer"

He has a devilish grin as he finishes, and you clench your jaw at the threat.

"I don't know where Mephisto is." You repeat, but the professor points his wand at you again.

"My bet is seven hours."

And then the pain returns.

You don't know how long you stay in that room.

But it is long enough for your consciousness to begin to fade. The pain gets so severe that it gradually fades away. You begin to gasp breathlessly, not even able to scream anymore.

Someone help me. Please, help me. Help me. Wanda.

Between the tears you see the floor of the room, and between a twinge of pain, a red light. And everything is dark again.

//-//-//

“Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Warcraft and Wizard is arrested in flagrant by aurors from the ministry of magic this week, full coverage on page..."

You blink confusedly, your eyes getting used to the clarity, while the headline of the Daily Prophet was the first thing your vision caught.

And then you shifted in bed, realizing that you were in a hospital room , and whoever was reading next to you put the paper down when they heard you, and you could behold the curious look on your brother's face.

"Tony?" you whispered confused, and he smiled as he stood up quickly, the newspaper forgotten on the armchair.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked as his hand reached for the loose strands of hair on your face and put them back. "You scared the hell out of me."

"What happened?"

"What's the last thing you remember?"

You thought, and then sighed, closing your eyes for a moment.

"Kaecilius."

Tony bit his lip nervously before speaking.

"I'm sorry." He said, lowering his hand to his own. "I came here as soon as I got the howler from Professor Strange, but honestly, I didn't even need it, because all the newspapers are talking about it."

"What...?" You started in confusion, but Tony hurried to explain.

"Wanda found you, Y/N." He told. "She, well, wasn't exactly happy about the whole thing. I think she lost control. Kaecilius is lucky to be alive if you ask me. She almost destroyed the seventh floor, it was a huge mess. And then the aurors interfered, and soon there were reporters everywhere. I guess now everyone knows she's a scarlet witch."

You widened your eyes, straightening to sit up and grumbling a little in pain. Tony looked at you with concern, asking you to take it easy, but you were already asking about Wanda.

"She's at the ministry of magic." He clarified. "Kaecilius is going on trial for torturing a student, and she will answer for putting everyone in danger."

" What?" you ask incredulously, and Tony sighs.

"Yeah I know it's unfair." He says. "But the minister of magic seems to be looking everywhere for people to blame for his lack of control. The problem is how much of that information will get to Mephisto. The whole ministry seems to be full of walkers."

You ran your hand across your face, frustrated.

"I'm so tired, Tony." You confess in a whisper. "It feels like everything is falling apart around me, and things are only getting worse."

Tony squeezes your hand. "I'm sorry, I really am. This whole situation sucks, and I wanted to help you. I'm trying, sister. I haven't been talking to you as much as I should, but I didn't want you to think you're alone. I'm working on breaking the bond. To free you and Wanda from the prophecy, and the wizarding world from dangers like Mephisto. I'm sorry I haven't been by your side."

You swallow your cry, and nod, trying to smile at Tony. He reaches up to hug you, and you gasp softly, taking a few seconds to relax and let the tears flow.

When you calm down, Tony tells you that he is going to get a Mediwizards to check your situation.

You lie down again, sighing softly. The memories come back with full force, and you choke softly, feeling your body tremble.

It's as if you can feel the curse again, sense the pain on your skin. Opening your eyes and shaking the memories away, you swallow dryly and reach for the glass of water on the nightstand.

You just want Wanda by your side telling you that everything is going to be okay.

//-//-//-//-//

You stay under observation for two days.

Doctor Hank makes a joke about you enjoying St.Mungus more than you should since you keep coming back, but Tony doesn't laugh.

Then you' re going back to Hogwarts by train, because the doctor thinks you shouldn't use magical means of transportation for a few days, and it's weird to take the empty express, but as soon as you arrive at the station, Gamora and Nebula are waiting for you with boxes of candy bought in Hogsmeade, and tight hugs.

You are not surprised by the stares you receive from the other students, but you ignore them as your sisters escort you around the castle to the Hufflepuff communal hall.

"Did you get to talk to Wanda?" Gamora asks as soon as you sit down on your bed, sighing with exhaustion from the train ride. The mention of the other sorceress' name doesn't help.

"Not yet." You say. "And I wouldn't be surprised to hear that she's ignoring me."

Nebula exchanges a look with her sister before sitting down on Mantis' bed, who is hugging her knees and looking at you.

"Honestly, I just want to finish this year without any more problems." You confess as you take off your jacket. And there is a moment of silence before you swallow dryly. "I also wanted to apologize to you guys."

Gamora frowns slightly, but says nothing. You take a deep breath.

"I know I was under the influence of an evil book, but that was still no excuse for treating you guys like that." You begin. "Tony told me about how things are in the wizarding world. Everyone is going through something, and it was selfish of me to think that only my problems matter. I'm sorry."

"Really, Y/N, it's okay." Nebula says, surprising you a bit. "We were all stressed, and well, I think an evil book is a pretty fair excuse." She jokes, making you smile. "Maybe things will get a little better now that Strange is the director."

"Oh, that's right" You comment just then remembering the things Tony updated you on while you were at St.Mungus. Like Kaecillius' resignation, and the position being passed on to Professor Stephen. "But honestly, I won't be at peace until I hear from Wanda."

"The trial isn't until Friday. And the way things are going, we won't get any news until it's over." Gamora warned as she sat down on the bed next to you. "I think the Maximoffs are probably too busy to write."

"What do you think will happen to Wanda?" You ask as you tug at the loose strands of the comforter. Mantis sighs lightly.

"I don't have a good feeling about things, Y/N." She confesses and you frown in concern. "And the stars never lie."

"Thank you, Mantis." You mock softly, and Gamora runs her hands through her hair.

"Let's not be pessimistic, okay?" she says. "Maybe the predictions are about, I don't know, the school finals? It doesn't mean something bad is really going to happen."

You grumble unhappily, grabbing a pillow and sinking your face into it. Gamora strokes your back.

"I'm sure things will work out, Y/N." She says. "Wanda will write as soon as she can."

"Do you guys think Kaecilius will be sent to Azkaban?" Nebula asks next, making you raise your head curiously.

"I wouldn't be so sure." You grumble. "I was actually surprised that he was put on trial at all."

"Well, with the whole mess that happened, it was bound to happen." Gamora said. "More than half the school became aware that he used the cruciatus curse on you, and then the daily prophet. And I didn't even know they were in the castle."

"It was because of Wanda really, wasn't it?" Mantis added. "Kaecillius caused his own ruin. He called the journalists to show what he called progress and decided to torture a student while they were in the castle. Then Wanda destroyed the entire floor and the next morning his arrest was all over the pages."

"I'm just really outraged to know that if no one had seen it, he would probably still be at Hogwarts." Gamora says angrily, and you sigh, agreeing as well as the others.

"Well, you must be hungry, shall we go to the great hall? It's almost dinner time." Gamora comments next, pulling you by the hand. You grumble softly, but agree, and soon you are leaving the communal hall to join the rest of the students.

//-//-//-//-//

You are tapping your fingers gently against the desk as you wait for the History of Magic class to begin.

It is Friday, finally.

You have barely slept because of anxiety about news of Wanda's trial.

Things at Hogwarts have changed a lot this week, all because of Strange's administration.

He restored the old classes, banned the teaching of dark magic, the scandal at the Daily Prophet being enough of an argument that the Minister of Magic no longer had a defense over this kind of teaching at Hogwarts. The restricted session of the library was also put back, and the seventh floor was off-limits because of the destruction Wanda caused, and you unfortunately lost access to the Requirement room.

Mantis was writing what looked like a lunar calendar for the divination class while Professor Okoye didn't arrive, and you started whistling distractedly.

And then Thor Odinson was poking you in the back to get your attention, and you turned around in your chair.

"Hi, Stark, what's up?"

"Fine." You grumbled suspiciously. "Can I help you with something?"

Thor looked almost unsure. "I was just wondering if you know of anything going on with Loki."

You frowned. "Excuse me?"

"I mean if you know if he's sick or something." He explains. "We had a fight, and well, he's not talking to me. And I've noticed that you guys have been kind of close lately, and I was curious if you knew anything and..."

"No, Thor, I'm sorry." You interrupt with a sigh. "Maybe you should ask him that."

Thor assumes a sad expression. "I would, but he's ignoring me. I think it might be about our mother."

You make a confused expression, and Thor looks surprised.

"Our mother, she...died earlier this year, Y/N." Thor counters, and you widen your eyes. "Our family is a name of reference against Mephisto. With the war, the walkers came to our home. She was there while we were here, and Dad was at the ministry."

"I'm so sorry, Thor." You whisper to him, still shocked by the information. He shrugged.

"I thought Loki told you."

"We don't talk about things like that, I guess." You say. "Sorry, I wish I knew how to help you."

"No, it's okay." Thor says with a sad smile. "You being his friend this year is more than enough. I don't like seeing him all alone out here."

You nod lightly, settling into your chair as you notice the teacher entering the room.

Mantis exchanges a look of understanding with you, having overheard the conversation even if accidentally, but she says nothing, and soon you are hearing about the witch hunt in the United States, and you try to focus on that rather than curiosity about how Wanda's trial is going or Loki's current emotional state.

//-//-/-//-//-//

As soon as lunchtime begins, you join the Slytherin table, where some of the students have placed a radio on the table, equally with other students from the other houses, to listen to the trial.

You are not surprised that a student's trial is such an interesting topic for everyone, but after the school started talking about Wanda being a scarlet witch, and the theories circulating around the halls, it was to be expected.

So you sit back while biting your fingertips and listening.

"And now directly from the Ministry of Magic, the trial of seventeen-year-old witch Wanda Maximoff, daughter of legendary witch Erik L-"

Your attention is slightly diverted from the narrative when loud laughter catches your ears.

They are Gryffindor and Slytherin students, exchanging coins. You don't need to hear the conversation to know they are gambling about the trial, the mean laughter and glances in the direction of you and your sisters are enough.

And as if she could feel your growing fury, Gamora touches your shoulder gently.

"Just ignore them, Y/N." She urges and you clench your jaw. " Everything is going to be okay with Wanda."

"I hope you're right, Gamora." You grumble, turning your attention back to the radio.

The narration of the newspaper is generic, and you discover that the audience has been closed off to the reporters.

You take a deep breath, concentrating.

No strange feeling, so Wanda is safe.

You wonder if Erik and Pietro are by her side during the whole thing.

It is only at the end of lunchtime that you have the result.

"It's amazing how things unfold in the ministry this afternoon." Counted the reporter with almost excitement. "After a unanimous vote, the witch Wanda Maximoff was found guilty of endangering her fellow students by not registering as a scarlet witch to the ministry of magic, after it was proven that her father, the sorcerer Erik Lehnsherr knew of her condition, as well as the affiliation with the criminal, Agatha Harkness was also mentioned. The ministry finally decided on Wanda Maximoff's expulsion from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizarding"

You felt your stomach plummet.

And everything became a little muffled around you, a soft whistle in your ear. You think Gamora and Nebula were calling for you, but you were getting up, feeling the room getting too small.

Stumbling out, you loosened the knot of your tie, finally stopping in the courtyard as you leaned your body against a pillar.

Wanda had been expelled from Hogwarts, publicly exposed as a Scarlet Witch, and tried as a criminal. You wondered if they would break her wand. Banned wizards led horrible lives.

Your sisters and friends caught up with you quickly, and you let them hug you.

In a few minutes Director Strange is catching up with you as well, and you release Gamora's grip to talk to him.

"Professor, I need to..."

"You cannot leave Hogwarts, Miss Stark." He interrupts with a wave of his hands and you frown in confusion, ready to protest but he is already speaking. "Tony sent a patronus as soon as the results came out, he already figured you'd want to see Miss Maximoff. The ministry is a mess, and Wanda will be staying with her father there for the minister's final decisions. You should stay here, where you are safe."

"That's not fair!" You squawk angrily. "Wanda needs me, I must-"

"She needs you to be safe." He interrupts again seriously, and then lowers his tone slightly as he notices the curious looks of the surrounding students. "Be rational, Miss Stark. Now that the Wizarding community knows the nature of Wanda's powers, how long before Mephisto has enough information and discovers your identity as protector."

You swallow dryly, clenching your fists begrudgingly. Stephen is right. You look away, and he sighs, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"Wanda will be fine, even without her NEWTS, she is an extraordinary witch." He says. "And the year is coming to an end, soon you will be able to see her again."

"She needs me now." You grumble annoyed, turning away from the professor's touch. He looks at you for a moment and then clears his throat.

"I'll see what I can do, Miss Stark." He says."In the meantime, focus on your studies, and be careful."

You frown at Stephen's words, but he is already turning and leaving before you can ask.

As you turn to your friends, Gamora has a worried look on her face.

"Are you okay?" She asks, and you sigh, agreeing to hug her again as you mumble no.

"I can feel how upset she is, Gamora." You grumble against your sister's shirt, wishing you could hug Wanda now. Gamora squeezes you against her arms, and you thank her for her intention even if it isn't enough.

The next few days are like a blur for you.

Many letters arrive, as do many editions of the Daily Prophet.

When the picture of the day Wanda's wand was broken comes out on the front page and you see her tired face, you have to run out of the common room to keep from crying in front of your colleagues.

Everyone writes to you, even Carol, everyone but the Maximoffs.

It is frustrating, and honestly, it breaks your heart in many ways.

The news of a Scarlet Witch after a century is almost as bombastic as Mephisto's return, and you're not surprised that many of your colleagues would start to comment on the possibility of Wanda working with him or against him.

It's overwhelming how everyone talks about her, but all you can feel is how much you miss her around the castle, around you.

You couldn't even remember that your magic is stable, and with everything that has happened, you haven't had time to figure out how to fix things.

Stephen tried to help, but he didn't know what was going on. At least the theoretical part of magic you were able to master, and you hoped to get at least an acceptable score in some subjects.

Only almost a week and a half after the trial, Professor Strange interrupts the potions class to talk to you.

Ignoring the curious stares and whispers of your classmates, you ask Professor Munroe to excuse you, and leave the room.

"What is wrong, professor?" You ask curiously as you close the door, watching Stephen with his hands in his pockets.The dungeons feel emptier without the ministry aurors around the castle.

"Saturday, in the Astronomy tower, nine-thirteen at night." He says as he hands you a small gold key, causing you to frown in confusion. "You will have exactly one hour, Miss Stark. Not a second more."

You stare at the object in your hand, and understand. A portal key. To Wanda.

"Thank you, Professor." You say, and Stephen nods before leaving.

You turn back to potions, the object in your pocket. You could barely contain your anxiety.

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A/F/N> Place your bets for my next comeback (a week, a month or tomorrow?). If I delete the blog, and you're in love with this story for some reason I don't know about because there are so many better things to read, know that I'll post everything on AO3 if I ever do.

[babyboyblasty]

Chapter 8:

Bakugou opened his door the next morning, his hair a bit squished on one side, to three excited idiots. "What?" he frowned, rubbing his eyes rid of sleep.

"HAPPY LAST DAY AS A GIRL, BAKUGOU!" was screamed in his face by Mina, Uraraka, and Hagakure. "We're going shopping today, okay?" Mina grinned. She /did/ tell him yesterday that she wanted to take him to the mall so if he thought she was just joking he had another thing coming.

Bakugou stared at their bright smiling faces (or two of them at least) for a good three seconds before he slammed the door in their faces and went back to continue getting ready for school. He was usually an early riser but ever since the quirk he didn't really feel like having his morning run or doing his usual morning routine. Being a girl was exhausting. He grabbed his comb and started brushing out his hair.

From the other side of Bakugou's door, Mina turned to Uraraka and Hagakure and smirked. "You know what this means, girls?" she asked and they both nodded. "Time to pull out the big guns."

...

"Why am I doing this again?" Kirishima asked, nervously scratching the back of his neck. He wasn't sure if their plan was the best.

"Becauseeeee~ You're the only one who can. Convince him to go please?" Mina pouted and the other two girls joined in in pleading with the redhead to do them the favor.

"But why me?" he asked, looking at the girls then at Bakugou's room. It was convenient to the girls how they didn't have to go far to find Kiri since their rooms were literally right next to each other. When they were going to knock on his door, said boy was already on his way back from the gym so they just grabbed him and told him their brilliant plan.

"You're his best friend, Kirishima-kun. If anyone can do it, it's you!" Hagakure cheered on.

"If you ask, I just know he'll agree. Bakugou can't say no to you" Uraraka jumped in with a grin. Kiri slightly smiled because well, not to brag, but it was kind of true. He prided himself in the relationship he managed to build with Bakugou over the years. Still, he didn't want to abuse their friendship and get Bakugou to do things he didn't want to do.

Mina could tell what he was thinking and put an arm over his shoulder to reassure him that wasn't the case. "We're inviting the whole class, Kiri. It'll be a class outing and we just want Bakugou to come. Ever since the quirk accident he just goes from class to the dorms. Let's take him out for a bit. Try asking and if he still doesn't want to go then we'll stop insisting. We promise."

Kirishima was a bit hesitant but he ended up agreeing. It'll be very unmanly for him not to at least give it a try to convince Bakugou when everyone else was going to go. He didn't want the blonde to feel left out and stay at the dorms alone. Worst case scenario is that he tells him no. If that happens then Kirishima will just stay behind too.

The girls waved him goodbye and Kirisima was left alone in front of Katsuki's door. He gave himself a little pep talk then knocked. He heard noise from the other side then the door opened to reveal an expectant looking Bakugou holding the door open with one hand and the other resting on his hip, an raised eyebrow as he looked up at Eijirou. He was wearing the girl uniform again, all except for the blazer, and Kirishima turned a light pink. Momo really did make everything to size. The clothes hugged his figure really well. "Hey bakubro. Can I come in?" Kirishima smiled and Bakugou stepped aside wordlessly to let him inside. Kirishima thanked him and stepped into the blonde's room. Bakugou closed the door behind him and leaned back against the door to look at Kirishima who was taking a seat on Bakugou's desk chair. The boy twiddled with his fingers, trying to figure out how to bring about the topic as casually as possible.

"What is it? I can tell you have something to say so hurry up and spit it out. I don't want to be late" Katsuki crossed his arms over his chest in impatience. All that did was push Katsuki's breasts up and since Bakugou never really bothered to button up his school shirt all the way, it showed a bit of the cup from the black bra he was wearing and Kirishima gulped, looking away. "I, erm, are you going to go to the mall with the rest of the class today?" he asked and cursed himself that he wasn't more smooth in asking.

Katsuki raised an eyebrow. So that's what he wanted to ask? He kicked off the door with a scoff. "Fuck no. I interact with those losers enough as it is" Bakugou answered, going over to his closet to grab the blazer he had hung there the night prior. Kirishima knew Bakugou didn't mean it though. He knew that Katsuki secretly really cared about his classmates especially after three years of getting to know them, but he just didn't like admitting it. He didn't have a reputation as class 3-A's bad boy for nothing.

"Oh come on, Bakugou. It'll be no fun without you there too, man" Kirishima stood up and went behind Bakugou to wrap his arms around his waist like Mina did, resting his chin on top of his head affectionately. If Kirishima was a cat then he'd definitely be purring.

"Oi! Do you wanna die, hair for brains!?!" Bakugou growled and turned around in the boy's hold, reaching up to put a hand over Kirishima's face and let out an explosion. Kirishima, who had predicted he'd do that, hardened his face just in time and only laughed but let go of his Bakugou regardless. He couldn't help but feel fond of the angry look Katsuki was looking up at him with. When did angry Bakugou start looking so cute? If Eijirou was two or three inches taller than Bakugou when the other was a boy, as a girl Kirishima had to be at least a head taller now. Maybe even slightly more.

"Please Bakugou? Just for a bit and if you want to leave afterwards then I'll go with you. We can even go pick up a bowl of that spicy curry you like so much or something" Kirishima smiled cutely, pointy shark teeth showing. Bakugou looked like he was thinking it over and Kirishima already counted that as a win in itself. There was only one finishing move left. His secret weapon. Kirishima used his quirk to change his face into ragged pieces of rock to look like how it did when he was using unbreakable. Because of this, his vocal cords were also hardened and it's difficult to talk much in that form so in a deep, hoarser voice than his usual one, he got out a 'please' and that's what finally did it.

Bakugou felt like he was just struck through the heart and he turned an embarrassingly fast shade of red. He groaned and put his hands over his face to hide it from Kirishima. "Fine" he mumbled out quietly but Kirishima heard nonetheless and unhardened to hug Bakugou excitedly.

"Yay! You won't regret it I promise!" Kirishima was shining brighter than the sun as he held a flushed Bakugou against him. The shorter boy/girl let him this time since he was still too busy hiding away his face with his hands.

"I better not, shitty hair, or you're dead" Bakugou answered before adding in "And stop begging me when you’re like that, dumbass! I'll kill you!" Fuck how that form made Bakugou weak. Why does Kirishima have to look so cool?

...

Izuku was already in class for the day and he listened as Mina announced to the class that they should all go to the mall today since it was Saturday and they don't have school tomorrow. It had been a while since they went out as a class so Midoriya was excited to go to the mall together with everyone. Apparently he wasn't the only one who thought that way because almost everyone instantly agreed. They've been working so hard that it was a good idea to go out and distract themselves. Have some fun.

Mina's phone beeped and she pulled out her phone and read the text she received with a huge smile. It was Kirishima telling her Bakugou was going! "Ochako-chan! Bakubabe said he'll come with us!" she squealed and Uraraka cheered.

Izuku was surprised that Kacchan had accepted since it was rare he wanted to hang out with them but he was very happy he said yes. Maybe outside of a school setting he could try and get closer to Kacchan? They could maybe even get some alone time together. 'That's if Kirishima could leave Kacchan's side for at least a few seconds' Midoriya thought bitterly to himself with a frown before he snapped himself out of those thoughts. Why did he think that? Midoriya loved Kirishima-kun. He was so nice and a great friend so he doesn't know where that thought came from. Izuku couldn't help but feel a bit guilty afterwards.

Katsuki arrived to class a few seconds later with Kirishiman laughing beside him, the blonde wearing a scowl but that wasn't anything new. They both went to their assigned seats and Izuku blushed a bit when the blonde sat in the chair in front of him. The rest of his classmates were excitedly talking about what they wanted to buy and do at the mall and Iida was at the front trying to get them to settle down. Only when Aizawa walked in did everyone immediately shut up. Izuku could tell today was going to be a great day.

...

A series of knocks on his door made Bakugou groan. School was over and he had barely arrived at his dorm. He tossed his backpack on the chair of his desk and pulled open the door. "You've got to be shitting me."

There, facing him, were Kirishima and Uraraka holding up hair clips, a straightener, a brush, and a hairdryer. "Oh don't worry, this isn't everything. The rest of the girls will be here in a bit with the rest" Uraraka informed him.

Bakugou regretted all his life decisions.

_

BONUS:

Todoroki tapped his pencil on the desk. The night before he had a bit of trouble sleeping because he just couldn't seem to get Bakugou out of his head. He had tossed and turned almost the whole night so when Mina told them they should all go to the mall, Todoroki wasn't really feeling it. "Are you alright, Todoroki-kun?" Momo asked from beside him with a worried face.

"Yes. You don't need to worry, Yaoyorozu. I just didn't get much sleep last night" he explained and Momo nodded in understanding, continuing her talk with Jirou who was standing beside her desk. Uraraka bounced over to Todoroki with a grin.

"Todoroki-kun, are you going to the mall with us? Deku-kun and everyone else is on board so I wanted to ask" she smiled and Todoroki gave the girl a small smile.

"I don't think I will, Uraraka. I think I'll be using today as a chance to catch up on a bit of sleep" he politely declined. Uraraka pouted.

"Well, alright. If you're sure" Uraraka smiled at him in understanding. At the call of her name Uraraka turned around to see Mina excitedly waving her phone over her head a few desks away from them. "Bakubabe said he'll come with us!" Mina continued and Uraraka cheered because their plan had worked. She knew Kirishima could do it.

Uraraka turned back to Todoroki. "I hope you get some rest, Todoroki-ku-" she began but was cut off when the dual haired male interrupted with an "I'll go" with the most serious face she's ever seen. Uraraka beamed.

[word count: 2030]

[a-culture-thing]

Midnight Moon

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Haechan (Donghyuck) × Reader (Gender neutral)

Promt: With the help of the universe, you realise your true feelings for Haechan. The moment is surreal until his phone goes off due to a not so happy Renjun.

Song Rec: Midnight Moon - Oh Wonder

Warnings: One curse word is used lol

Word Count: 1.2k

A/n: I wrote this a while ago and I honestly don't know why I didn't post it but here you go! This is also the first fic I have posted. Feel free to leave a comment or ask any questions! Enjoy 💓

*GIF not mine, credit to original owner

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It was never my intention. I had not planned on it. I most certainly had not added it to my agenda for that Saturday. Yet, there I was, falling deeper than the Mariana Trench for the boy huddled into my side.

I guess I couldn’t help it, not with his wispy lashes, irresistibly plump lips, and the moon illuminating his skin.

With the way that they reflected endlessly within his pupils, the stars must’ve wanted it to happen. Same with the wind that blew so delicately through his hair, as if he was a fragile house of cards. As well as the crickets whose hum seem to quiet the very moment we settled on the roof of my car. The universe was working harder than the devil to suffocate me with an overwhelming feeling of infatuation, it seemed.

I noticed the change in my feelings towards the boy when I felt myself holding in a breath as he giggled at a barely audible volume, staring back at me with a face bright with joy. It was just a second after that I realized that the desire to hold him close had always been there.

His head was resting on my shoulder when I decided to speak up about the sudden change of emotion.

“Hyuck?” I whispered.

“Hmm?” He hummed, beginning to caress my hand that laid limp in my lap. The warmth that radiated from his fingertips didn’t help my unsettling anxiety.

I let out a small chuckle while looking down to admire the sight of his sweet gesture, “You’re gonna think I’m crazy but…” I stopped myself, considering the consequences of what I was about to say. After concluding that there were too many to count, I spoke. Lowering my voice to that of a mouse, the confession almost came out as a tiny whimper, “I think I'm in love with you.”

“I know,” he scooted closer, nudging himself into my side.

“W-what?” I stammered, dumbfounded.

I was shaking my head in disbelief, looking down at him in complete shock. He, on the other hand, didn't move even the slightest bit, and in all honesty, looked quite bored with the situation he was in.

“Y/n, I’m not dumb. Well… not as dumb as you at least,” he flicked my thigh with a giggle. Sitting up, he faced the moon and spoke after a moment of silence, “You probably haven’t realized either have you?”

“Realized what?”

“That I love you, too, idiot,” He replied in a snarky tone while turning to give me a raised eyebrow.

“O-oh…” I could feel a heat creep onto my cheeks. Thank God for the shield of darkness the night provides, otherwise Haechan would be able to see the red that painted my cheeks.

He suddenly propped himself on his knees and rest his hands besides both of my hips, leaning in to be just inches away from my face.

“Well?” He huffed.

“Well... w-what?” I responded, as flustered as ever.

“Well aren’t you gonna kiss me, you fool?”

Gulping, I nodded.

My eyes flickered between his pair of doe ones and his pouty lips as I slowly leaned towards him, hesitating just before his awaiting mouth before dipping my head down to press our lips together. I did so gently and softly, so not only to avoid surprising him, but also to not ruin the serene moment.

I pulled away just to catch his reaction, and saw that a shy smile had replaced his disappointed frown from just a minute earlier. I found a small ounce of confidence in this, so I placed my hand on the back of his neck and gave him another subtle kiss. Then two. Then three. Then four, and until I realised he was no longer kneeling but hovering above me and out of breath.

To my surprise, he sat back and onto my lap. He gazed around at the golden field that surround my car and at the stars above us. Then closing his eyes he took a deep breath and slumped his shoulders.

I laid still underneath him after resting my palms on his thighs. I took the time to observe his beauty. And my goodness, did he look like a god made of honey.

Unfortunately, though, Hyuck's phone went off, causing the both of us to jump. His hands scrambled around his clothes to find which pocket he had left it in. Once finding it, he answered the call,

"What are you ruining my evening for, Renjun?"

"Yah! Not even saying hello to your hyung first?!"

Haechan didn't respond, glaring off into space although Renjun couldn't see him.

"... Okay well, I was calling to save you from the wrath of our manager. He's gonna be here soon to make sure none of us are out past curfew. If you don't get home in the next half hour you're gonna be in some deep shit, Haechan-ah,"

"Oh my god- I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THAT," Haechan stood up quickly and jumped off the roof of the car. "Y/n come on! You need to get me home RIGHT NOW!" He shouted.

I slid off the roof and got into the driver's seat, worriedly waiting for him to get in as I put the key in the ignition.

"You really need to start remembering these things-"

"Yeah, yeah. Thank you hyung, sorry for being rude, I'll be home soon! Bye!" He hung up, not wanting to waste another second. He rushed into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut.

Within a good 15 minutes I had him back at the dorms. As soon as he had opened the door he was bombarded by the scolding of a fuming Renjun.

"Lee Dong Hyuck, I shouldn't have to wake up at midnight when we have 3 interviews to do tomorrow, just to remind you of these things-"

"I know, I know hyung! I said I'm sorry. Okay? It won't happen again!"

"It better not! Where even were you?"

"That's none of your business Renjun..."

I chuckled lightly while standing behind the closed door, turning around to press my back onto the wall besides it. He had told me to wait there for a second before I left.

Finally, I was given a chance to process what had happened. Did I really confess to him? Had we really shared a kiss? Had we really been letting out our true emotions through touch and heavy breaths, pulling and gentle groping, underneath that midnight moon?

Eventually the arguing died down and I heard them bid each other a goodnight. Then Hyuck opened the front door just enough to poke his head out.

"I'm sorry for having to stop our night so early," he apologized.

I turned towards him and rest my head on the door frame. "It's alright," I smiled.

"Okay," he grinned back at me. "We can go again soon, maybe do a bit more kissing, huh? Haha!"

"Yeah, yeah, we can do that," I nodded.

"Alright then," he paused, gazing into my eyes. "Goodnight, Y/n."

"Goodnight Hyuck,"

He swiftly stole a kiss before retreating into the dorm and closing the door.

I stood there for a moment, still unsure if the night had just been a dream. I then headed back to my car and drove away from the apartment complex and into the heart of Seoul.

[curiousstick]

150 + in progress so far

One of his spells Includes Dark Shadow puppet Theatre

-his Shadows somewhat connected to his emotions do performances of Grimms Tales every wednesday and Saturday

(Note : Depending on if he's feeling bad, upset, or grief stricken his Shadows would perform a darker Grimes tale story, Hex San didn't really pay attention to this to busy running around the village, However Undyne being perceptive caught on and then so did Gary.)

Another spell -" You have aged 1 year older,congratulations you have gained another hat"

Another Spell

Talking therapy trees( spin on tree hunger am I right okay I'll leaf)

•Another spell

-Immersive History museum *Step into a portrait and experience the history of the underground, please stay away from Harmony Sans' portrait, it is dangerous*

Another spell

- Want to be better with life in general : Go to the Treabbail Caves every Sunday afternoon for tips and tricks , Just send an echo down and it'll echo advice back

Trouble with cooking? No Problem

Trouble with cleaning? No problem

Trouble gaining Muscle? No problem

Trouble finding that song stuck in your head? Most visitors come for that one alone!

Trouble asking someone on a date? Actually uh…? Ask an expert?

Trouble finding that expert? No problemo

Another Spell

l -Insectus humongous: Insect rides, (New economic jobs for unground monsters as insect tamers, truly a benefit to the undergrounds economy)

_Over the Rolling Hills_ (×2 the space you cast magic over ,can only be used twice, needs 2 other spell to prevent any disasters)

_Titanium Reinforcement_

( Prevents collapse of underground when doubled)

_Soul bound_ (Gives previously not there space a life source to be real) — (Shows as ?&♤%# ¿¡ to anyone who is not Harmony Sans)

Cat Eyes: on the 13th of every month monsters and Humans alike are lit up in their soul color for four hours

Best Apples don't even try: 😋 this spell makes any breakfast items tasterier( Don't like apples, no worries, don't let the name fool you) * can accidentally make non breakfast items into breakfast items, uh sorry…*

Healing crystal lakes: you have spawned some magical moon water💧oases can find them? (Alyphis and Undyn were in charge of that since Gary and Sans were busy managing the townspeople)

* So far you have only located 3 out of 5*

Multi - Universal mail( yikes 😬 be careful with your to address, you may not be even mailing it to the right universe)

Ballot total ( Direct Democracy with benefits, Sans got tired of counting ballots)

six O'dine( spell makes Dinner for those who don't want to make it using a button on their wall, you do need the ingredients however) *May cause your breakfast to be a diner item- hey at least its already made.* (A/N example of Strange phenomenon, just for me to have reference)[Hint check you najhobors…the most likely have something they weren't expecting either]

Tell a lie, sing a song [If consumed by guilt you might spontaneously burst into song in front of those you have those conflicting feelings about] * Songs sometimes do not reflect guilt, but their strongest emotion at that time*( Alibeat sometimes confusing, this is a good way to salvage relationships and start new ones)( Creator note :Upon further inspection maybe I should make this only effective specific areas around the underground)

Floating band / Traveling band (Spell cause instruments to float all around the underground playing themselves)

Anti- Hex( Prevents Sans from cursing the underground if he loses his memory or mind

Anti- Hex 2( Prevents anyone else from cursing the underground)

Anti- Hex 3 ( Malicious Vudu dolls are rendered useless)

Alter Dilemma (monsters and Humans sometimes have different facets of their personality split: mainly as a form of an internal crisis, main body retains same personality as before) (All personal facets have to come to a resolution before they can be put back together) *Main body can also Dust all of then to return them to their body*

_warning they all have the same strength as their bodies host _

Anti Alter Dilemma _( Harmony Hex Sans is now immune to Alter Dilemma spell for reasons)😅

Spirit dancing [Monsters and Humans in the underground can visit the spirit realm at the castle every full moon]

Vine Tree Viben (Eh..public transportation)

Jaywalker , [ Bugs glow at night to light up sidewalks at night]

Four Seasons Jungle( um… can only be cast over small amount of land)

…….. (Breathing underwater? too much ehh maybe not…?)

Over the moon under the stars

(if you go to one of the specific crystal lakes, sans has done a ritual to allow those in it to travel to the others dream) *warning you might wake up anywhere in the underground that you didn't fall asleep in* (most times it's at the castle if it's a full moon)

Hopity Dropity ( hats with ears that move with wearers emotional energy, doesn't matter what type of ears ,welcome to Hextale. (some jokester got out of had and made some very weird ones)

5th Tango ( Sans Cast this one for Masquerade themed galas thrown by Gary and for the accsional murder mystery party) *Cloaks an individual's identity*

*Warning due to another spell in place, may cause body swapping, only last 12-72 hrs*

Choco-madness: if you want you chocolate to scream this spell is for you ( it's one of Hex/Harm/ Harmony's favorites)

This is what I have so far, open to suggestions

[racke7]

#day-1 first guy got sick. day-3 second guy got sick. day-5 third guy wasn't able to make it to the planning-session#(which is where we determine ''what can we do until the next part'' so we basically had to plan as if our group was made of two ppl)#day-6 first and third guy are back. fourth guy (me) is starting to break down from pain-reasons.#day-7 third guy goes down with a high-fever. first guy says that he'll be late and then doesn't show up at all (can't be contacted).#we haven't heard from second-guy at all. third-guy wasn't able to do the job (but fifth-guy keeps doing extra-work for funsies)#(so the work still got done. and then handed over to third-guy ''on record'' bcs otherwise he'll probably fail outright bcs he's been sick)#(the work that first-guy was supposed to do. i spent 4 hours acting as an advisor on bcs i didn't have anything else to do)#(it was supposed to take ''2h''. and it took twice that and we still weren't done before first-guy disappeared again)#and now our teacher isn't responding to us asking for a meeting. which is a meeting that he demands before we can start#on the third part. which has to last 3 days but has to be finished by monday. and we shouldn't work weekends.#like... pretty sure we're just doomed and most of the group is just going to fail outright. which sucks.#but also. if this is really a curse. then maybe i'll feel better on saturday when the curse is no longer in effect. i can hope.

Update. We did finally get in contact with our teacher about the meeting. And right as we got confirmation on that end, one of us discovered that there was a massive bug in the software.

So, instead of being able to demonstrate a "functioning site", it just CTD'd immediately.

This group-project is so fucking cursed you don't even know.