#but anyways here's andromeda who i love with all of my heart

[albaskies]

And if I didn't know better

Or: One evening, Ginny reflects on her choice to step up for Teddy, while trying to navigate her grief for the loss of those who never could. Also on AO3:

She isn’t quite so sure what made her decide to step up for a child when she was hardly an adult herself. Not that she’d done much at first - she’d barely ever been there during the first year of his life, and she’d only gathered the courage to rock him to sleep a few months after she’d moved back home. It was more of a feeling, as if she’d accepted the responsibility deep in her heart before she could even trust her own limbs to hold him properly. 

It feels like a lifetime away, now, as his little body is curled up against hers and his turquoise hair shines in the dim candlelight. They lay on several cushions and blankets scattered on the floor; an old white sheet stuck on four chairs hanging on top of their heads, covering the ceiling. They’ve built a fort, you know. Right after playing dragons and running around on invisible broomsticks (‘Feet on the ground, Teddy, please’). All in their living room, all after having dinner. 

Harry’s sent word that he’ll be home late - problems at the office. He sounded very disappointed to miss out on having Teddy over for the night, one of his favourite weekly activities. He usually sleeps over on Fridays, but they might have to switch it to Saturdays if Harry keeps on getting held back at work.

Ginny is seriously doubting that her strategy to try and wear Teddy out before bedtime has been effective, as Teddy’s eyes are still wide open and shimmering with energy. The cup of warm milk she’s offered him hasn’t quite done the trick, now left unfinished and forgotten on the floor right next to him. But then again, Teddy’s undergoing that toddler phase where nothing in the world can get him to wind down unless he decides to, thank you very much. How did Hermione call him? A threenager? Where did she even hear such a ridiculous thing?

She looks down at him again, as he has started to move his tiny hands and notice the corresponding shadow movements reflected on the sheet. His expression is full of wonder, not a care in the world, and she’s so grateful for the look in his eyes (and, yes, for the rare moment of quiet as well) that she feels her heart could explode.

‘Look, Teddy,’ she says, joining her thumbs and wiggling the rest of her fingers. ‘Isn’t that an eagle? Oh my, how did it get here?’.

Teddy squeals with laughter, unable to contain his excitement - the sweetest sound in the world.

‘Again, Ginny, again!’.

She regrets it, to have hesitated back then. It’s not that she didn’t care for him when he was a baby - quite the contrary, actually. She’d known she loved him so much since before he was even born; that one Christmas morning when Tonks had grabbed her hand and had gently placed her on her pregnant tummy.  But she was scared, terrified of messing it all up, of not being good enough. She still is sometimes - she’s just learned to cope with it better, or maybe to hide it better. She reckons that nobody really knows how to deal with a child from the beginning, especially when it’s not their own; and they are all a bit broken now anyway. But it doesn’t really matter, does it, as long as they’re there for each other, as long as Friday nights are still about dragons, invisible broomsticks and animal shadows on a fort sheet ceiling.

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Harry had dived into the role with all his seriousness and solemnity because, well, what else do you expect. He’d tried so hard to get Teddy to like him from the start, as if there could ever be the risk that he wouldn’t. He’d show up to Andromeda’s house bearing so many gifts that she’d had to beg him to stop once and for all, for the love of Merlin. 

‘I just want to do something nice for him, you know,’ he’d told Ginny later, his brows furrowed and his glare focused on his tea mug.

‘But you already do,’ she’d said, her hand gently squeezing his thigh. ‘You’re there for him. That’s as nice as it gets.’

She could tell she hadn’t fully convinced him, just as she knew that he hadn’t been exactly truthful either. He wanted to do something nice for Teddy, sure, stepping in those daunting godfather shoes as smoothly as possible. But he wanted to do something nice for himself too, for his much younger self, trying to give away all the love and attention he’d been missing all his life. And she couldn’t really blame him for that, now, could she.

‘Gin,’ he’d murmured, his whisper almost pleading. ‘I don’t think I know what I’m doing.’

She’d moved her hand from his leg to his jaw, resisting the urge to cut him off with sarcasm, ‘Have you ever, though.’

‘Nobody asks that of you right now, Harry. You’ll figure it out.’

He looks at her, still unconvinced. ‘But Tonks and Lupin -’

‘No,’ she’d shushed him, gently pressing a finger on his lips. ‘Not even them.’

That’s the thing - nobody had asked her to, either. And it’s not that she’d felt compelled to act as an unofficial godmother only because of her relationship with Harry. He’d certainly never expected that of her. 

She’d felt hurt when her mum had implied that once. As if that ring that Harry had placed on her finger dictated all of her choices, as if she had to have a reason to desire to care for Teddy. As if she hadn’t known Tonks and Lupin, too. 

No, Teddy's become part of her life because of a very careful and important choice she’s made. It has been so incredibly natural, and it has required quite some effort, both at the same time. But it’s always been there, no matter what. 

There hasn’t been a single Quidditch match she’s played without looking for him and Harry in the stands; there hasn’t been a single house she and Harry have looked at without thinking about what room could become his for when he stays over. There hasn’t been a single time she hasn’t thought of him when looking at the clear blue sky.

.

‘And what about this?’, she asks him, still twisting her hands to give life to dark shapes on the sheet.

Teddy lets out a sweet chuckle. ‘A rabbit!’.

‘Good job, Teddy!’’ 

He claps his hands in excitement and his hair seems to have become an even brighter shade of blue.

‘More, more!’

‘Let’s see. What about…’ Ginny says, continuing to move her fingers. ‘This?’

He seems to think about it for a second, squeezing his eyes, wrinkling his nose. Then he beams.

‘A wolf!’

A beat.

‘Er - no, it’s a dog -’

‘No, it’s a wolf!’

‘Teddy -’

And before she knows it, he starts howling. 

‘Wolves aren’t scary, Ginny! You shouldn’t be scared!’

She looks at him in horror. Total panic. Her mind blacked out. That’s the one thing she hasn’t brought herself to do with Teddy yet - talking about his parents. Or even mentioning them, to be frank. She’s quite selfishly left that to Harry, because what does she know about this stuff, he’s a child, she doesn’t want to mess it up for him. She’s quite sure that she would, if she tried. She can’t even think straight after he’s seen the shadow of a wolf rather than a dog, after all. What a stupid way to react to a child acting his age, playing and having fun. Stop this. Don’t be a git, please stop this.

It’s almost as if Lupin and Tonks never enter the bubble that she creates when she’s with Teddy - which is absurd, nonsensical, completely idiotic. But,  well - her insides knotting in guilt at the mere thought - it’s easier this way. She feels ashamed of herself, absolutely fucking revolted. Now that he’s inadvertently brought it up though, a three-year-old braver than she’ll ever be, and he’s opened Pandora’s box (some famous Greek witch, she reckons), she's at a loss for words. It’s so subtle that she should just let it slide - she must, actually. He hasn’t even asked her anything, he hasn’t even made the connection. He doesn’t even know. 

Her mind is racing out of control and he hasn’t even done it on purpose. She’s the one who’s acting like a lunatic. She doesn’t know why she feels like she should say something, doesn’t even know what, because it would all sound wrong anyway.

You know, Teddy, she almost hears herself saying, but you know, Teddy, what exactly? Why can’t she get this thought out of her head? He’s blissfully unaware, and he’s just a child that is playfully pretending to be a wolf, what the hell wrong with you, Ginny, pull yourself together. 

She continues spiralling as she notices that he’s stopped howling, and is now observing her with curiosity. 

Fuck, you’re going to traumatise him, aren’t you. 

As she looks at him more closely, she notices that his eyes, that have been blue like his hair for months now, have now turned darker - a warm, chocolaty brown. And instead of feeling even more horrified, she simply calms down, her panic gone.

Funny how Lupin can offer her comfort even in death.

.

She is staring at the empty desk in front of her. The bell has rung and all her classmates have left already, but somehow she can’t bring herself to get out of the classroom and head to lunch. Not yet, because she is staring at the empty desk in front of her so intensely, almost as if she could get it to talk to her. She remembers sitting there, less than a year ago, just before her memory had gone blank into one of her many blackouts. She remembers opening her diary on her lap, bored to death at the sound of Professor Lockhart’s pompous voice, she remembers jotting down a few thoughts pretending to be taking notes. Then she remembers a voice, his voice, and nothing more. Maybe if she stares at the desks hard enough, it will come back to her, maybe she will remember how she got from the classroom to Hagrid’s shed and then back to the castle again… 

‘What are you still doing here, Ginny?’.

She blinks once, and then once again, trying to bring Professor Lupin’s greyish frame into focus. She isn’t sure since when he’s been sitting on the chair in front of her.

‘Are you looking for something?’, he asks, watching her carefully. She must look rather lost, because he quickly adds: ‘You did well in class, today.’

‘I - er, no - I mean, thanks,’ she blurts out. His dark brown eyes are still focused on her, studying her in detail.

She clears her throat, as if to gather her courage. There is something she’s been wanting to ask him, actually, but she isn’t even sure that she should bring it up. Percy has made it clear that she shouldn’t talk about it with anybody, but Percy doesn’t really understand what it feels like, doesn’t it? To lose control, to not know.

‘I suppose you were wondering what happened on the train a few days ago?’, says Professor Lupin bluntly, as if it’s the most obvious thing on the planet.

‘How do you -?’

‘You wouldn’t be the first to ask.’

As she observes him a little more closely than ever before, she realises he must be much younger than he looks. He has a few grey locks of hair here and there, his face is tired and emaciated, but he doesn’t have wrinkles around his eyes and mouth like her dad. 

He smiles, encouragingly. She clears her throat again. 

‘My brother Percy’s told me about the Dementors,’ she mutters, her glare back on the desk. ‘I know they make people feel bad. It’s just -’.

She suddenly hears it again, that low, yet so familiar voice, telling her she should not be frightened. Then flashes of light, blood, screams, and her clothes are unexplainably damp. 

She shivers, subtly patting her robes. She’s fine. She’s fine.

‘I did some things last year,’ she hears herself say. She doesn’t even know how she’s managed to gather enough strength to.

‘I just fear - well, I guess I worry that the Dementors will make me do them again.’

Professor Lupin falls silent for a few seconds. He continues to watch her, but has now stopped smiling.

‘From what I’ve heard, you haven’t chosen to do any of those things.’

He’s heard, then. She doesn’t wonder why - she reckons stories must travel fast among Hogwarts staff, too.

She would normally be ashamed, but now she can’t help but feel a hint of relief, stemming from Merlin knows where. After all, yes, he’s heard, but he’s still talking to her like she isn’t any different; he’s heard, and he’s still offered her chocolate. 

‘Don’t worry, Ginny, Dementors can’t make you reenact your bad memories. They surely make you relive them, though,’ he furrows his brows, as if an unexpected thought has suddenly crossed his mind. ‘Do you - er - have enough support here?’

She’s taken aback by this question, shame creeping on her cheeks. ‘I’ve got four brothers here,’ she quickly responds, but she knows that this isn’t what he means. She sighs. He seems to understand.

‘I’m working on it,’ she sputters, defensively. ‘It’s not exactly easy to make friends when all the girls in your dormitory think you’re a freak.’

It comes out spontaneously, but she immediately regrets using that tone with a professor. However, to her great surprise, he bursts into laughter.

‘I guess you’re right,’ he says, throwing her an enigmatic look. ‘But believe me when I say that friends are the most precious gift that Hogwarts can give you. Real friends will help you overcome all the hard times; and if they think you’re a freak, well, they’ll choose to be freaky with you.’

He stops smiling, suddenly looking rather thoughtful, but then quickly shakes his head. Somehow, she ends up with the strange feeling that he’s no longer having this conversation only with her.

‘Might I suggest,’ he adds, now back to his reassuring tone. ‘That you perhaps try to talk to other students that might have had - how to put this - a similar experience to yours? Harry’s a good friend of your brother’s, isn’t he?’

She feels it coming - the blush. One of the big ones. One of the bad ones.

‘No! I don’t think -’, she hisses, suddenly horrified, redder than she’s ever been in her life. ‘I don’t think that would work.’

He raises his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth slightly twitching.

‘Well, you never know,’ he states matter-of-factly. He then stands up, patting his hands on his legs. ‘But now I must really let you go. I wouldn’t want you to feel unwell during your next class because you haven’t had any lunch.’

She nods, grabs her things, mutters an awkward ‘Thanks’. Just when she’s about to leave, she hears him speak again.

‘It may be hard to understand now, but what happened to you doesn’t define you. Please, don’t ever forget that.’

It’s true, she doesn’t understand that quite just yet, but she will remember those words for the rest of her life.

For now, she’s busy spending the next few days ridiculously terrified by the thought of Professor Lupin telling Harry about their conversation. She imagines Harry looking at her with pity, disgust even, as a stupid little girl who can’t bring herself to make some friends. But this doesn’t happen - Harry barely ever looks at her, and when he does he seems, well, normal. She’s quite glad of that, for one. She’s also so incredibly glad that Professor Lupin respected her enough to keep her secret, that he could be trusted.

Years later, she’ll regret never having told him that she and Harry had fallen in love. She’ll reckon he would’ve liked to know that, he might have even been delighted. She’ll figure, as a punch in her stomach, that she’d assumed they’d have more time.

.

‘You know what, Teddy, you’re right,’ she finally says, gently stroking his hair. ‘Wolves aren’t scary.’

He beams, looking rather satisfied with her answer, and pulls up his back to sit against a big pillow.

‘Let’s play another game!’

Ginny sighs at his never ending source of energy; her hopes that relaxing under the fort would somehow make him drowsy are completely shattered. She quickly glances at the clock on the wall - if Andromeda finds out that Teddy's been up so late, she’ll never hear the end of it.

‘Time out, Teddy,’ she says, faking a yawn. ‘We should really go to bed now.’

Teddy frowns, pouting his lips and wrinkling his little nose.

‘What if we read the story of Babbity Rabbity?’, she then intervenes tentatively, hoping to jump in just in time to prevent a tantrum. ‘Come on, you love Babbity Rabbity…’

But Teddy isn’t having it. He shakes his head fervently, now crossing his arms.

Ginny wonders if this is the time to be a bit more assertive with him, if she could dare, even. Sometimes she feels like she’s still tiptoeing around him - she’s the one giving him all the fun and games, but when it comes to discipline, she finds that she’s quite rattled. He’s not her child, after all; she fears it’s not her place. Most of the time, she finds herself wondering how Lupin would deal with his son’s tantrums; she would love to see what Tonks would do. She reckons she would do anything to learn a bit more about parenthood from them both, even though (and to only remotely fathom this, her heart sinks) they haven’t had the chance to be parents for long. They would’ve been brilliant at it, though - this is merely her fantasy, sure, as she actually doesn’t know. Tonks and Lupin will remain fundamentally pure in her memory, because she doesn’t like to remember their flaws, especially not in relation to Teddy, and it won’t do any good to anyone, anyway.

‘Why don’t you finish up your milk first?’, she tries again, pointing at the abandoned mug on the floor. With a flick of her wand, she mildly warms it up again. 

He nods enthusiastically, but something goes wrong when he grabs the mug and he spills all the remaining milk all over himself and the blanket. He immediately looks up at her, his eyes filled with remorse and anticipation, almost as if he’s realised he’s gone a step too far. Ginny is aware that Teddy’s clumsy to the point of exasperating his grandmother, and that he might even expect a scolding for his little distraction, but she feels a sudden rush of affection towards him instead.

‘All right,’ she says, standing up and taking him in her arms. ‘Time for another bath.’

She could easily scurgify and dry up his pyjamas, but she remembers how good it would feel when her mum would bathe her and then wrap her in a warm towel, always offering her snuggles and kisses along the process. She repeats the same ritual with Teddy, even playing with some dragon and quaffle toys in the water with him, just as her mum used to - only that the toys, at the time, were old and faded, sometimes missing a paw or an eye. 

She wraps him in the softest towel she can find, swings him in her arms while dancing across the hallway to reach her bedroom, and pretends to drop him on her bed. He laughs so hysterically and uncontrollably that his hair becomes curly. Her heart couldn’t be any more full.

She retrieves his pyjamas bottoms with a quick ‘Accio’ and helps him wear them, but decides to leave his milk-stained t-shirt on the bathroom floor. She ransacks first Harry’s, and then her own clothes drawer in search of something clean for Teddy to wear that isn’t the top of Harry’s Auror uniform, a pair of mismatched socks, a bra or some old Christmas jumpers. 

That’s when she sees it, stuck in the back of the drawer - a hint of green. She touches the cotton fabric and seizes it. It still feels soft, despite having been left unworn and forgotten in a drawer for years.

She realises her hands are shaking. She’d never thought she could’ve forgotten.

.

Ginny had never assumed she could smell dust before, but now she’s quite positive she’s been in the wrong all her life. As she sits in the dining room of 12 Grimmauld Place, taking a break from the massive amount of cleaning her mother has decided to subject her to since they’ve moved here (no exceptions, not even today), she feels like every inch of her body is covered with dust. Her hair, her fingers, her nose - to the extent that she thinks she can actually smell it. And it’s not great, considering that the more extensive the efforts they make to clean up the house, the more the house seems to turn out filthier than before.

Today it’s only her and her mother on cleaning duty, though. Everyone else is too preoccupied with what’s going to happen tomorrow - the tense whispering and nervous pacing are becoming almost unbearable. Her mum is worried too, of course, but she reckons that trying to tidy up this wreck of a place is the only way she knows to distract herself at the moment. Ginny is, for one, happy to oblige. She’d never thought she’d say this, but she’d rather dust every single one of those house-elf heads hanging on top of the stairs with a toothbrush rather than giving in to everyone’s anxiety.

Amused by the thought, she gets up to go and do just that, but someone barges loudly in the room from the door behind her back.

‘Wotcher, Ginny,’ says a ringing voice. ‘So, where's the party?’

Ginny smiles at Tonks, who has styled her hair in a bright purple ponytail today. Before she can say anything, Tonks hands her a little parcel, wrapped in crumpled paper that must have once belonged to an issue of the Daily Prophet. She recognises some of the scattered, black-inked words - ‘The Boy Who Lies?’, or: ‘Let’s hope he hasn’t got a scar on his forehead or we’ll be asked to worship him next’, and: ‘Delusional teenager’, ‘Better skilled at seeking attention than golden snitches’,  ‘Expert Circe Bryce confirms that orphaned children often employ cunning strategies to cope with their abandonment complex (more on page 8).’

‘Sorry,’ utters Tonks with an apologetic half-smile. ‘That’s all I could find.’

Ginny shrugs and lets out an unlikely high-pitched cackle. Laughs at the irony of it all. Everything seems to be overflowing with Harry these days, even her birthday presents. 

She rips out the paper, unsure whether she’s more eager to see what’s inside or to get those stupid printed words out of her sight. The first thing that she finds is soft and bright green, an unmistakable green, and she already knows what it is.

‘You didn’t!’, she cries out in complete disbelief. ‘No way!’

‘Heard you’re a big fan.’

Ginny wields a Holyhead Harpies t-shirt in her hands as if it’s a trophy, her most prized possession, and her eyes are sparkling.

‘The design is from 1981, the year you were born, I s’pose,’ continues Tonks with a satisfied look on her face, pointing at the golden print on the front of the t-shirt. It reads Holyhead Harpies in a curly font, never seen before. ‘I thrifted it from a small shop in Diagon Alley. I should take you there some time.’

Ginny nods with excitement, although she’s only listened to half of what Tonks’s said, too busy marvelling at her new t-shirt.

‘Come on now,’ adds Tonks, sounding very amused, pointing at the half-opened parcel. ‘There’s something else in there.’

Ginny opens her eyes wide and immediately dives her hands into the wrapping paper. She finds something thin and folded - when she opens it, it reveals a moving picture of Gwenog Jones darting through the air on her broomstick.

‘She’s a badass, isn’t she,’ comments Tonks. Ginny doesn’t respond right away, too busy mentally scanning the walls of her bedroom back at the Burrow to decide where to hang the picture.

‘Blimey, you’re spoiling me, Tonks,’ she manages to let out after a bit, still holding the t-shirt with one hand and her new poster with the other. She then throws her arms around Tonks’s neck, squeezing her tight. ‘Thank you, so much.’

She doesn’t quite know what she’s done to deserve Tonks’s affection after knowing her for barely over a month. It’s true, they spend most of their days together under the same roof, but they seem to have just instantly connected regardless. Tonks embodies everything that she aspires to be one day, plus she’s bold, unbelievably funny, and doesn’t coddle her. It feels good to be surrounded by women that aren’t her mother for a change - soothing, even. For what may be the first time in her life, this summer she’s truly felt the urge and longing for female companionship - maybe because she’s finally started getting used to it, back at school and here at Grimmauld Place. And now that Hermione’s back to fussing over Harry with her brother, and her mother is too busy running around barking at people, she’s really only got Tonks to rely on. What amazes her is that Tonks doesn’t seem to mind - on the contrary, she appears to be rather thrilled to spend time with her when she can, unbothered by their age gap, almost taking her under her wing. In a time of her life in which she feels left out, a spare, Tonks has chosen to give her some purpose, to make her feel necessary. She doesn’t know why she does it, only that she’ll be eternally grateful for it.

‘Ah, it’s nothing,’ smiles Tonks, gently pulling away from her to give her a pointed look. ‘I’m sorry that we didn’t celebrate you more, though.’ 

She doesn’t need to add more about lingering wars, resistance movements and impending Ministry hearings.

‘What are you talking about,’ says Ginny, brushing those thoughts off quickly. ‘This birthday’s been dashing. Even your cousin’s made me a card.’

That’s quite true, actually. Her mum's baked a cake and everybody (well, except some angsty black-haired teenager, know anyone?) gathered around the table to sing her ‘Happy birthday’ first thing in the morning. Then she's opened her gifts - a jumper from her parents, quite a few boxes of Honeydukes from all her brothers, and the unexpected birthday card from Sirius, with the handmade drawing of a flying hippogriff that waves hello and smirks at her. Hermione's got her a book, unsurprisingly - but that’s frustrated her a little, because she knows she won’t be able to reciprocate on her own birthday, except with a stupid singing card and (if she’s lucky) with a box of chocolates stolen from one of her brothers. 

Tonks chuckles lightly. ‘Has that special boy wished you a happy birthday?’

Ginny shrugs, and just as she’s about to mutter a resentful ‘Barely’, she realises with a pinch of guilt that Tonks is talking about - well, another boy.

‘Michael’s sent me an owl,’ she says, blushing softly. ‘Said he misses me.’

‘Bet he does,’ remarks Tonks, observing her very carefully all of a sudden, as if she wants to read her mind. She waits a few seconds and then, rather out of the blue, she simply adds: ‘Don’t ever settle, all right?’

Ginny frowns, puzzled. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

Tonks doesn’t answer, but winks at her, laughing. ‘You’ll understand with time, you’ll see.’

And indeed, she will.

.

Ginny wonders if the small shop in Diagon Alley is still there after the war. She’d like to find it now, pay it a visit, maybe purchase something in Tonks’s honour. They’d never managed to go together, in the end.

She exhales heavily and taps the vintage Holyhead Harpies t-shirt with her wand, shrinking it just enough to fit Teddy perfectly. She reckons he should keep it; she doesn’t seem to have it in her to wear it, anyway.

Teddy falls asleep peacefully wearing that t-shirt and maybe it’s pathetic, maybe it’s irrational, but she can’t help hoping that his mother’s touch will comfort him in his dreams tonight. 

She’s so deep in her thoughts that she doesn’t notice that Harry’s arrived home until he plants a gentle kiss on the back of her head.

‘Tough evening?’, he asks softly, gesturing towards Teddy.

Ginny sighs, leaning her head on his chest. ‘It was fine.’

He seems to understand, though, and decides not to push further. They hold each other in silence for a while, their eyes captured by the little boy snuggled under the blanket and asleep in their bed. Staring at the past and the future, all at once.

[myz-wykkyd]

The top reference was made by myself in 2021, the bottom was made in 2019 (watermarks are my old username). The templates I used can be found here and were made by Unearthy.

Additional art from left to right, was made by Athren, CNWGraphis, kiirino, and bakawomans <3

Note: Any variation of "I don't like Endeavor, but-" is not wanted in my comments or reblogs. You aren't obligated to like the character, but I don't appreciate my art or character being used to vent your frustrations when I'm just trying to have a fun time. I WILL BLOCK YOU IF YOU DO.

Old Art I made of my BNHA / MHA OC Suisei Murasaki<3 Suisei used to be my main oc and I was once as obsessed with her as I was Rosalie. She's still very near and dear to my heart ofc and after catching up with mha I was recently reinspired to work on her again. She's got a new reference on the way but until then I thought it'd be okay to share some of my older pieces/some art I've commissioned of her over the years. BIG LORE DUMP UNDER THE CUT.

You can view her TH here for more indepth information. Not all of it is up to date. But TLDR: Suisei Murasaki, also known by her hero name Andromeda, is a Pro Hero whose flashy quirk and philanthropy helped catapult her into stardom at an early age, and eventually lead her to achieving international fame. She is best known for the fun, game-show like tv shows she frequently hosts to raise money for charities, but she also does modeling work on the side and often appears as a guest teacher at her former school in-between her hero work. She doesn't take paycuts- instead she opts to donate money she makes to families in need.

In front of her audience she is perpetually cheerful, hardworking, dramatic and even a little silly at times. But it’s an act that she has chosen to keep up to avoid burdening her friends and loved ones with of her rocky personal life after the sudden loss of her husband.

Her Quirk has been tweaked a bit since 2019 so the one listed on her old reference isn't completely accurate, but basically it allows her to take on the properties of and fly through the air like a comet- making her extremely fast and strong. I've saved a few clips over the years of what I think it'd look like, so here's an example.

She was high school sweethearts with Endeavor at U.A and they remained together for a few years after their graduation, but they broke up when his obsession with becoming the number 1 hero began to interfere with their relationship. They fall completely out of connect. Suisei moves on and she eventually meets, falls in love with, 'marries', and has a child with a man who is actually All for One in disguise- but she doesn't discover that until much later (probably sometime before the Final War). After AfO's fight with All Might, he disappears without a trace from Suisei's life, and she's left heartbroken and unable to find any answer or explanation. So is forced to assume the worst. MHA first begins, she's just returned to hero work after being an hiatus for a while. She spent that time recovering and taking care of her child.

After her return, she eventually reconnects with many old colleges- including Endeavor. She joins Hawks in lending support to him after All Might's retirement. She ofc discovers she is still attracted to him, but I imagine the two simply remain friends throughout the rest of the series duration. But I guess in my personal story, Rei and him eventually divorce and he gives his family the space from him that he thinks they need while continuing to support them anyway they can. Only then do I imagine Suisei and Endeavor's relationship is finally rekindled a few years later. In this scenario I imagine Suisei and Enji have a daughter together who eventually becomes a pro-hero named "Red Star".

[starchaseriseverything]

Marlene just saw the most beautiful girl she had ever seen in her entire life. And she's telling her best friend, James Potter, all about it.

"James, you have to believe me. She was so beautiful. You would even swoon if you saw her." There was a silence over the phone. "Ok, I know you're gay, but she was so beautiful that even the gayest of men would date her."

"You have a crush on your client?"

"That's what you got out of all of that?"

"You can't have a crush on a client, Marls. That's bad."

"I know that, Jamie. But, I just can't help it. She's too beautiful for her own good."

James sighs. "Maybe it's best you don't work for her, Marls. I don't want to see your heart get broken again."

Marlene tries not to remember what happened five years ago. Yet, James just had to bring it up.

Marlene has had other girlfriends before this one. But, there was something about her. Something that intrigued Marlene. Something that was begging her to go up to her. So, she did. She went up to her long time crush of three years and asked Amelia Bones out.

Of course, she said yes. Who wouldn't? It's Marlene fucking McKinnon. The most popular Gryffindor at school.

Now, of course, she wasn't supposed to date someone from a rival house. But Marlene was never one to follow the rules. Especially when it came to her heart.

They went on a few dates in secret since no one even knew that Amelia was gay. When Marlene tried to get her to come out to everyone, she didn't want to and ran off.Marlene later found her in the Astronomy Tower crying. Amelia looked up at the sound of footsteps. "I'm sorry, Marlene. I can't come out. Not yet. I think it's best we break up."

Marlene was heartbroken for two years after that. She never really got over her first true love. No one ever really does.

Marlene never felt the way she felt about Amelia with her other girlfriends. She always thought that you were supposed to grow into it. But when she started dating Amelia, she felt something she never had before.

Love.

Love for someone other than her friends.

Love for someone in a different kind of way than she usually felt.

She loved Amelia Bones romantically.

She really loved her.

She had graduated from Hogwarts School of Education for The Young and Gifted with a photography degree, not even a month later.

For three years, she had tried to forget that. The first two were hard for her, and she jumped right into her work after graduation. She never wanted to remember that. But James just had to bring it up.

"I'll be fine, James. I've grown up. I can take care of myself."

"If you say so. Anyway, I've got to get back to work. I love you."

"I love you too, Jamie."

James was a producer for the band called Skittles. He always loved music but never thought he was a good singer. So, he got into the music business a different way. By becoming a producer.

Just like Marlene, James dove straight into his work after college. He, too, had a terrible breakup right before graduation.

It was something along the lines of 'I need to focus on myself' or 'It's best we go our separate ways and not be tied down by each other.' Either way, both of their breakups weren't that great.

Marlene was so deep in thought that she didn't even hear the door open. "Marlene? Are you ok?" It was Andromeda, her next client and close friend.

"Yep, I'm fine, Dro. Just deep in thought. What are we thinking today?"

"Actually, I was thinking of doing a Black family shoot. Do you think you could do that?"

"I can do anything when it comes to photography. It's my passion."

"Great. Because everyone's already here."

The door opens again, and Narcissa, Bellatrix, Sirius, and Regulus walk in. "Marls!" Sirius yells, running up to her and embracing her in a tight hug.

"James didn't tell me you were coming." Marlene says, surprised.

"He doesn't know. We are making a surprise for his birthday tomorrow. Curtisy of Reggie." Sirius gestures to his younger brother standing behind him.

"You," Marlene gestures to the younger brother. "Know how to keep a secret from James? It took me years to master. He's James fucking Potter for crying out loud."

"To be honest, it was hard but not as hard as I thought it would be. I just distracted him by -"

Sirius covers his ears and says, "No! I don't need to know that my best friend and little brother had sex!"

"He's my husband, Sirius. Just like Remus is yours and you don't see me complaining about you talking about fucking Remus." Regulus crosses his arms.

"La la la! I can't hear you!"

"Grow up, Sirius." Bellatrix says. "Alright, where do we go?"

"I just need you to stand in front of this screen here." Marlene gestures to a white screen off to the side with a camera sitting in front of it. "And you choose what you want the photo to look like."

Sirius grabs a chair, and Regulus sits in it with Sirius standing on the right side of him, Bellatrix behind him, Andromeda on the left side, and Narcissa sitting cross legged in front of him.

They take a few photos in different positions before the door opens again. "Ah. Their here. We invited James' friends to take photos too. And maybe Euphemia and Fleamont." Narcissa says, rushing to the door and leading more people to where everyone else is.

Marlene looks over at them and sees Lily, Mary, Peter, Remus, Emmeline, Emma, Rita, Alice, Frank, Ted, Euphemia, Fleamont and two other people who she recognizes as people in the band Skittles, Barty and Evan. Another she recognizes as Pandora.

And the last one she recognizes all too well. The one that was there earlier taking a photoshoot for her new magazine, the gazelles. Dorcas.

"I'm supposed to be in this photo, right?" Marlene asks, still staring at Dorcas. "I'm his best friend and supposed to be taking the photos."

"You have workers here, right?" Sirius asks. Marlene finally looks away from Dorcas.

"This is my shop. But, I could call in a favor. There's someone I know that has a bigger shop to fit all of us, but he's a little cunt and won't do it unless we give him something in return."

"Like what?" Regulus asks.

"He's been pinning after James for a while now." Marlene trails off.

"No. We'll just have to figure something else out."

Marlene sighs. "We have to. We'll lie and say James will go on one date with him."

"I said no. He is my husband."

"I know that, Reg. But I don't have any other ideas."

Regulus sighs and looks defeated. "You really have no other ideas?" Marlene shakes her head. "Fine. But we won't lie. James will go out on a date with him. Just, with me. It'll be more like we're just hanging out. Got it?"

Everyone agrees.

"You have no idea how bad he is. We need to do this quickly and fast. Get in, take photos, and get out. I'll stay and get the photos after, but you guys need to hurry out after their done. Yeah?"

They agree.

***

"Marlene fucking McKinnon. Nice to see you. How you doin'? Fuck up, yet? Need some photos taken because you don't know how?" He laughs. "So many people. I'm getting a lot of business lately."

"Severus Snape? This is your guy?" Peter asks. "I didn't believe you about the cunt part. But I do now. Is he really obsessed with James?" Marlene nods.

"Peter, Sirius, Remus. Good to see you. Where the little sunshine boy. Is he off cheating?" Marlene snarls. "Oh, protective of your boyfriend, Marlene?"

"Not my boyfriend, and you know that. We just want some photos taken. Now you want the business or not?"

"For a price." Marlene glares at him, and he glares right back. "I want a date with pretty boy." He points at Regulus.

"Regulus? Sirius' little brother, Regulus? James' husband, Regulus?"

"Husband! Even better. I can get back at that little bitch. Yes, one date with pretty boy over here, and you can have your photos."

"Fine. I'm doing this for James." Regulus says.

Severus tsks. "Not so fast. Just us. No brother. No friends. No husband. Just us. Maybe with a little paparazzi." Severus smiles at the last bit.

Regulus hisses. "Fine." He gritts out. "Just us. Now, take the photos."

Severus pulls out his phone for a minute and puts it down. "Alright! Let's do this!"

***

Marlene gets the photos and books it out of there as fast as she could, but not before Severus caught her. "Oh, Miss McKinnon. Don't forget you know who I really am." Severus smirks.

"Of course, Severus. I always will."

'And so does James.'

"Just making sure. Make sure he comes or something bad is going to happen."

"Yes, Severus." Marlene snarls and walks out quickly.

***

"Marls, where have you been?" James asks over the phone.

"In my shop. Why?"

"No, you're not. I'm here right now. It's locked, and the lights are off." Marlene sighs. "Marls, tell me where you are."

"I- I'm right outside of Snapes photography place."

"Why the fuck would you go there!? He could have killed you!"

"Jamie, your on speaker and everyone is here."

James curses under his breath. "Wait. Why are you with everyone?"

"James, you already know. Regulus told you."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Marls. Regulus never told me anything."

"It was Reggie' idea to do it. He said he kept it from you when everyone knows he's weak with you. So, just give it up already."

"Fine. I'm not at your shop. I'm with Snape."

Marlene takes it off speaker phone and puts it to her ear, and walks away from everyone. "Why the fuck are you with him!?" She whisper yells.

"He texted me about the deal. And before you say anything, I only keep in contact with him because of things like this. This is why I never let anyone in. Because they always get hurt in the end."

"I didn't, James."

"Yes, you did, Marls. I hurt everyone. I never should have married Reg. It was a mistake. It's always a mistake to start a new. You were the only consistent thing in my life besides my parents. Now I have to start again. I'm sorry, Marls. I love you." James hangs up.

"Fuck!"

"Marlene? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Alice, I'm fine. I have to go, though. Can you say bye to everyone for me? It was nice meeting you all."

Marlene leaves Alice behind before she can say anything. She's leaving behind yet another life because of fucking Severus Snape. The little bastard.

Severus follows wherever James and Marlene go. They only had to start a new only once. In primary school.

Marlene, James, and Severus were best friends until Severus became like his parents and started bullying people. It soon escalated, and he killed someone. Marlene' girlfriend.

Severus started attacking James and Marlene, and Effie and Monty moved before anything drastic could happen. But of course, Severus had followed, and it became a problem.

When James and Marlene got into Hogwarts, they thought they finally got away until they spotted Severus in one of their classes. Luckily, it was never a problem in school. He never tried anything on them or anyone. Until now.

Marlene was running to her car and thinking.

'Why does it always happen to us?'

'Why does he keep following us?'

'Why can't he leave us alone?'

She drove as fast as she can to the airport. Marlene knows by now that when James calls and says stuff like that, he's already packed and heading to the airport.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" She skidded into the airport and started running as soon as she spotted James.

James stopped and turned around, knowing that Marlene was there already. "I didn't want you to come. You looked happy again."

"James Fleamont Potter. Never say stuff like that. I am always happiest when I'm with you. Now, let me get my suitcase out of the car and then we can go."

James' mouth twitches up into a smile and then falls. "You didn't tell them, did you?" His eyes are fixed on something behind her.

She turns her gaze to three cars all lined up with all of their friends coming out of it. "Fucking hell." Marlene runs to the car and grabs her emergency suitcase that she always keeps in the car and runs back to James. "We need to go, now."

James nods and starts running with Marlene right beside him. "James!" Regulus yells from behind them.

They get to the top of the steps, and James stops and turns around. "Remind me never to get too attached again, ok?"

"If you remind me, I'll remind you."

James smiles. "Deal." It falters. "Do you think we're doing the right thing? Leaving everyone?"

"It's the only thing we can do. Come on, we have to go." Marlene walks further in the plane, and James follows.

-

"Where is that plane going!?" Regulus yells at the worker.

"Portland."

"Get us 21 plane tickets there, now!"

"Yes, sir."

Dorcas is freaking out internally. Marlene is running away. Marlene, the girl she has liked since she first met her years ago.

Dorcas had to get a new photographer and interview them when Marlene walked in. She was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen. She passed with flying colors and soon became her personal photographer.

They spent much time together. With photoshoots, planning the next one, or just going out for a little drink now and again. Dorcas had felt a connection to her as soon as she walked through her office door for that interview. Ever since, she fell even harder.

Dorcas has always noticed when people are looking at her especially Marlene fucking McKinnon. Her eyes were like magnets to her body. Always looking and trying to find an excuse to go up to her.

Now, she was leaving. She didn't know what she did, but it couldn't have been only her. James was leaving, too. Leaving his husband. His friends. His parents.

Dorcas thought that James had to have felt guilty about it. She thought she'd seen guilt flicker through his eyes when he turned around at the top of the steps, but maybe, she was wrong.

The next thing Doracs knew, she was on a plane with her luggage packed, her friends by her side, and chasing after James and Marlene.

James' parents got a text on their phone shortly after James and Marlene had boarded the plane and went home. Dorcas wasn't sure why they weren't that worried.

'Has James done this before?'

'Has he done it with Marlene?'

Dorcas wasn't sure how long she just sat there overthinking on the plane, but the next thing she knew, the plane was landing.

Regulus was stuck to Pandora' side the whole time. He never left. Well, he did, but when he did, he went right over to her.

They got a hotel and stayed there for the night since it was already really late when they got there, and no one had barely gotten any sleep on the plane.

They got five rooms, all with double beds. Sirius, Remus, Ted, and Frank shared a room. Peter, Evan, Barty, and Regulus shared one. Emmeline, Emma, Pandora, and Dorcas shared another one. Bellatrix, Rita, Andromeda, and Alice shared one. Narcissa, Lily, and Mary shared the last one.

-

"You know what's funny?" James asks.

Marlene humms.

Their sitting on the curb outside of their hotel smoking.

"We always had mum and dad with us. We don't have them now. Just us against the world."

Marlene laughs as James passes her the cigarette. "Really? Mum and dad think we need protection from Severus when, in reality, we can handle ourselves."

"Damn right, we can."

Marlene never had the greatest home life. When she went with Effie, Monty, and James, her parents never cared enough. They already had her four brothers to worry about anyway.

One night, the summer before her second year at Hogwarts, she called Effie and Monty mum and dad. They loved it so much, they started to call her their daughter too.

She never grew out of it, and she never will because their her mom and dad she never got, and James is the only brother she ever cares about to acknowledge. In her mind, Effie and Monty are her parents, and James is her brother and best friend.

-

"Ok, so, what do we know about James." Peter asks.

They are in Narcissa, Mary, and Lily' hotel room trying to figure out why they ran.

"He's always happy." Sirius says.

"He loves us." Alice says.

"Debatable." Rita remarks.

"He does. It's just something happened." Emma says.

"Ok, Marlene. What do we know about her?" Sirius asks.

"She's kind." Bellatrix says.

"She's, well, Marlene." Ted says.

"Ok, both. What do they both have in common." Sirius asks.

"Their best friends." Emmeline says.

"They've known each other since they were little." Mary says.

"No, that can't be why they ran away. There has to be something more." Regulus says. "Severus. The phone call. Marlene mentioned Severus on the phone with James, and he freaked out. Then Marlene ran out."

"That's it! It has something to do with Severus!" Barty exclaims.

"Yeah, but what?" Evan asks.

"Let's ask him. I grabbed a card from his office before we left. It has his number." Pandora says.

"Genius, Pandora, genius." Dorcas says.

The line rings. He answers on the third ring. "Snape's photography. What can I do for you?" A voice calls from the other end of the line.

"Is this Severus?" Lily asks.

"Sure is. What can I do for ya'?"

"This is Andromeda Black. We were there yesterday and took some photos for our friend James Potter. For his birthday."

"Yes, I remember."

"Our other friend Marlene McKinnon and James have run to Portland for some unknown reason, and we have speculation that it involves you."

"Where have you heard this?"

"A phone call between James and Marlene. Anyway, we need to know what is up with that. What is James, Marlene, and your's history?"

The line went silent. "I'm afraid I can't tell you that, Miss Black. No one can know what happened."

"Then, I'm afraid that I'm going to have to do this the hard way. Mr. Snape, I am Andromeda Black, I am a lawyer for a case that has yet to be closed, and it involves you, James, and Marlene. Even though this recided in primary school, it is still under investigation. If you do not comply, I will have to sentence you."

"Yes, Miss Black. I am sorry for any inconvenience, but this case that is still open after many years involves what is happening right now. Aside from the fact you tried to use your power to get information out of me, I am going to have to send someone to get you and all these other people in the room with you. You have ten minutes until they get there. Use the time wisely. You will need nothing and will be searched before entering my facility. If you try to do anything remotely regarding the police, I will find out, and all of you will be killed. Am I clear?"

"You can not be serious. You will get arrested for kidnapping 19 people. Three will be hard to capture considering they are in a band. Two are most certainly a model. And two are record producers. Someone will figure out you kidnapped them in a few days, and you will be arrested."

"I guess I will just have to take that chance, Miss Black. Now, you wasted two minutes talking about nothing that will save any of you, so now you only have eight minutes until they get there. See you soon, Miss Black." The line ends.

Mary immediately grabs the phone and searches through the contacts. "Found it." The line rings and rings and rings and ri-.

James' voice is on the other side. "I'm sorry, Dro. Please stop calling."

"James! Wait. We called Severus. He's sending someone over here to take us somewhere. All we did was ask information."

"What was the information, Mar?"

"Why you ran."

James curses under his breath. "We can't get there."

"We're in Portland. We followed you."

James curses. "How many of you?"

"All 19."

"Fuck. Where are you?"

"Hotel Deluxe."

"Marls! We need to go, now."

"Why?"

"I'll explain later. We just need to go. We'll be there soon." The line ends.

"You called James, really? Out of everyone, you called James? What the fuck is wrong with you?" Sirius asks.

-

"What's happening?"

Marlene and James are in the car racing to the limo store. "Everyone followed us here and now is about to be captured. I need you to get a limo and meet me at Hotel Deluxe. When you get there, stay in the car and call me. Don't get out of it for anything. Got it?"

Marlene nods.

James gets there, and his friends are already outside waiting. He gets out of the car. "How the fuck are we supposed to fit in that?" Sirius asks.

"You're not." Marlene screeches up behind the car James' had parked. "Everyone inside, now."

"I call the front seat!" Sirius yells.

"No, you're getting in the back. Go."

Alice is the first to get in alongside Mary, Lily, Andromeda, Ted, Frank, Narcissa, Bellatrix, Rita, Sirius, Remus, Emmeline, Peter, Emma, Barty, Evan, Pandora, and Dorcas. Regulus hasn't got in yet.

"Get the fuck in the car." James spats.

Regulus closes the door. "No room."

"Get in the front, now." He does. James closes the door and signals for Marlene to go. Marlene does and races off.

Severus' men arrive, and he goes to them and gets captured.

-

"We have to go back!" Regulus yells.

"No, we don't. He'll be fine. He always deals with Severus." Marlene says focused on the road.

"What do you mean 'He always does'?" Peter asks.

Marlene sighs. "Primary school. Me, Jamie, and Severus were best friends. Severus started bullying lots of people, yet we still stuck by him. Big mistake. Anyway, he started to get more physical. He got into a really heated fight with my girlfriend, lost control, and killed her. Me and James grew distant from him, and he started harassing us. Mum and dad moved us to England after that. Had to start a new. He followed us, but when we got into Hogwarts, we thought we had lost him for good. Turns out, he got in, too."

"It bothered us at first, but when we realized he wasn't doing anything to us or anyone else, we calmed down. Until the whole photography issue. While we were out, James was with Severus. Turns out Severus didn't want a date with Regulus, He still wanted one with James. When James called, he was just getting away from Severus and heading to the airport. We always have a packed suitcase ready when we need to go. I knew he was headed there, so I followed him."

"I'm sorry we got you into this. We never should have gotten attached. James let his guard down when he fell for Reg. That gave Severus the opportunity to attack. I'll go back for him when all of you are safe."

"No, we're going with." Rita says.

"No, you're not."

"Turn this car around right now, McKinnon." Barty says.

"James is going to kill me for this." Marlene swerves to the other side of the road and goes back to the hotel.

-

James wakes up in an empty warehouse. The funny thing is, he couldn't remember ever passing out. The last thing he remembers is drinking some water. Fuck. The water. They drugged the water. Of course they did. Fucking bastards.

James feels a cold hand on his neck. Severus. He still remembers it from primary school. How cold it always was. How inhumane it was. It didn't feel right. Like he wasn't human. Well, he is human, just no heart. He's heartless. Always was, always will be.

He's just like his parents. Worthless. Insignificant. Heartless. Inhumane. A Snape. Severus Snape.

"Get your fucking hands off me." James spats.

"So," Severus trails off. "James. So, James."

"I came with you willingly. So, why did you drug me then tie me up?"

"I need both of you for this to work. And with all them people that care about you in that car with her," Severus sucks his teeth. "She's not going to follow your orders. She's going to come save you. Like the little hero she thinks she is."

"She's not. She's smarter than that."

"Is she though? I mean, how do you know?"

"She wouldn't put Dorcas in danger. She loves her."

"Oh. Now, that's a way to tell a woman you love her. By letting someone do it for you."

"What are you talking about?" James' face lights up with recognition. "She did it. She came back, and your men were waiting for her and got all of them instead."

"You're smarter than what you were back then. You're also being recorded."

James scoffs. "I figured that much dipshit." A blow comes to James' face. "Can't do any better than that, Snivellus?"

Snape' face rises with anger. "You little bitch. I've been waiting so long for this. To murder you."

"Still a murder, then?"

"I never killed Sybill! She wanted to get away from the school but didn't want to break poor Marlene McKinnon' heart. Boo ho. It definitely wasn't worth you hating me for years because of that. I actually wish I killed that bitch. She deserved it. Alas, it's too late now. Well, I guess I'll just have to settle for you. Now, where should I start?"

"Don't you have five blacks in custody?"

"Well, yes. What does that -"

"Well, don't you think their going to figure out how to get out? I mean," James laughs. "Five blacks, and you can't even kill me. What are you going to do with them? Give them lollipops? Give them snuggles? If you can't even kill me, how are you going to kill them? The most ruthless family in the world. And their all under this roof protecting me." James smirks. "Look behind you."

Severus turns and spots all five Blacks. Regulus waves. "Hi."

"Why don't I just let James go, and you can leave."

"I don't think so, Snivellus." James says. "Let everyone go. Then, we'll leave. Got it?"

Severus nods.

-

***

"Marlene fucking McKinnon! You know what could have happened, and you still went back!?"

They were dropped back off at the hotel.

"Jamie, I'm sorry."

"No. No. You're not doing this. You knew what could've happened. You're lucky you just got captured and not killed. You're lucky Severus is a fucking pussy."

"Jamie, I'm sorry, ok?"

"Just get in the car and go to airport. Go back to England. Tell Mum and Dad what happened. I'm staying away from all this. I never should have gotten attached. I love you, Marls."

"James, you can't do this."

"Just tell them I'll meet them on the plane. Don't let them get off. Suspend their passports when you land so they can't go back, ok? But I just want all of you to be safe. Stay with Mum and Dad. I love you."

Before Marlene could say anything, he walked off. Marlene broke down on the side of the road. She felt a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Marlene." It was Dorcas.

She leaned into the touch. "He's not coming."

"I know. We could hear the whole thing from inside the car."

"He's my best friend, Cas. How am I supposed to go on without him?"

"You'll figure it out. You have all of us."

"It's not the same. He's James fucking Potter. You guys are just..... you."

"Why can't he just accept that we're never going to leave him?" Narcissa asks.

"Because he's James." Regulus says.

"He loves you, Reg." Marlene says. "He loves all of you. He just doesn't like getting attached to things since Severus. But he did, and Severus ruined it."

"We're going after him, right?" Alice asks.

"I'll be fine." Rita says. Everyone stares at her. "Ok, so I might not be able to survive without the sunshine boy."

"Alright, everyone in the car." Andromeda says.

They pile in with Regulus driving and Marlene in the passenger seat. "So," Regulus says. "Where is James, exactly?"

"Back at the hotel."

***

"Jamie! Please. You have to come with."

Marlene is in their hotel room trying to get James to come back home. James is stuffing clothes into his suitcase. "I can't, Marls. You know that. With any luck, Severus will come after me and not any of you."

"Jamie, please. You know I'll just come with. Like always."

"I can't do this anymore. We built a new life, and he tore it all down. I love him, Marls. I just can't put him in danger. You did the same."

It was only two years ago, but Marlene remembers it like it was yesterday. She tries to forget, but can't.

Only two weeks into her working for Dorcas, she had fallen in love with her. She never gets attached that easily. Yet, for some reason, this time, she did.

The first time she realized she was in love with Dorcas was when they were doing a photoshoot for her new magazine, Surfing In Style.

Dorcas was wearing a bikini that didn't leave much to the imagination and Marlene realized while she was taking photos, that she was infact in love with Dorcas fucking Meadows.

She stopped right in the middle of it and told her a lame excuse that she didn't even bother to hear as she ushered her into the back of the studio to get changed.

Dorcas walked out and tried to talk to Marlene but didn't get even a single word in before Marlene spoke again. She told her something along the lines of 'We'll have to schedule this for a different time. Something came up.' And ushered her out of the store.

Marlene sat in her shop just waiting for something to click in her brain and tell her, 'This is stupid.' 'Your overreacting.' 'You just thought she was beautiful. Nothing more.' 'You're not in love with your client.' But it never came.

When she finally calmed down, she called James. He comforted her and told her, "It'll pass." And went back to work.

Marlene had tried to 'get over it.' As James said, but just couldn't. She had rescheduled the appointment, and to her horror, it was even worse now that she knew she was in love with her.

Marlene could not stop staring. I mean, look at her. Her dark chestnut skin. Her luscious blonde locks. Her toned as fuck body. Who couldn't? Definitely not her. She was mesmerized.

Thankfully, the shoot went well, and Dorcas immediately left. She said she had something to do after.

Marlene could not physically breathe. She was hyperventilating. She called James, he called her down, and drove there as fast as he could.

But before he could actually get there, Marlene was gone. Left her studio and went immediately to the airport with her emergency suitcase in tow.

She had to go. She could not have another one of those breakdowns. The only cause was Dorcas. Her only thought was to leave. No hesitation. Nothing.

Thankfully, James had caught her and talked her into staying. He said that it was ok to fall in love. He had. And nothing bad had happened since primary school. They were likely out of the clear.

James voice brought her back to the present. Apparently, she had just been standing there for at least 5 minutes staring off into space because James was already packed and shaking her.

"Marls. Are you there?"

She nods. "Yeah. Yeah. Just thinking."

"Dorcas?"

She nods again and smiles. "Always is. But Jamie, you can't go. Not when I need you the most."

"You have to stay with everyone. Stay with Dorcas. Live a happy life. You deserve it." James grabs his suitcase and walks out the door.

Marlene runs after him and finally catches up to him outside. "Jamie, you deserve a happy life too. With Mum and Dad. With our friends. With Regulus. You can't just run away from all that."

"I'm sorry, Marls. You know I love you, right?"

Marlene nods. "Jamie, please." Regulus says. "You can't do this."

"We love you. We'll deal with it. All of us. You're not alone." Alice says.

"Just please, James. Come with us." Barty says.

"I can't -"

"There's no reason you can't, James." Pandora says.

"What if -"

"We'll deal with it." Evan says.

"Fine."

-

***

"We can't just very well get rid of him. None of us are killers." Emmeline says.

Their in James and Regulus' house trying to figure out how to get Severus to leave them alone.

"Not technically." Dorcas says.

"Dorcas, we are not murders." Marlene states.

"I could very well be a murder. I'm assuming it's pretty easy." Barty says.

James sighs. "We are not killing Severus. He'll be here soon anyway."

"What? James. What the fuck?" Bellatrix says.

The doorbell rings. "I'll get it." James jumps up and runs to the door. "Hey, Severus. Come in."

"James! You can't just let him in!" Marlene yells. Severus and James walk to the sitting room where everyone else is.

When they walk in everyone death glares James. "What? We had to do something."

"So, you invite him into our house?" Regulus asks.

James shrugs.

"So, Severus. How are we going to do this?" Narcissa asks. "The easy way or the hard way?"

"Why don't we go with easy? I'll leave all of you alone and James' parents, and we just forget this ever happened. Yeah?"

"Fine with us." Rita says. "Right?"

Everyone agrees.

"Now, get out." Evan says.

"Fine." Severus leaves.

-

"Now, Dorcas and I are going to leave. See you, Jamie. Love you all." Marlene says, getting up with Dorcas and out the door.

Everyone shouts, "Love you too!" As their walking out.

***

"I don't know, Jamie. I don't think she likes me."

"Marlene Elizabeth McKinnon. You literally proposed to her a year ago, and she said yes. Now, get out there and go get hitched."

Marlene walks down the aisle with Monty and immediately spots her best friend, ready for her to get married. She smiles.

Marlene whispers to James. "First, I got to be your bridesmaid now, I get to be the bride. I think I'm going to love the rest of my life."

"You should. It's your wedding day."

Marlene has never felt more grateful for Severus Snape. If it wasn't for him, she never would have met her beautiful wife-to-be.

Marlene looks back to the Aisle and sees the most beautiful woman she has ever seen. Dorcas Eden Meadows. Soon to be Meadows-McKinnon. She was the most joyous human being ever to live in that moment.

Dorcas walked up to her. "I can hear your excitement."

Marlene blushes. "I can't help it. You're just so beautiful."

[brucewaynehater101]

Hey I'm gonna write something about Tim x male Oc but I don't know if it's good enough so I have this idea:

One, the Oc is actually someone in the past that got dragged to the present where Tim is and started to get closer to him but it's going to be revealed that Tim also from the past but in the past they weren't meant to be together.

Two, what if, from the first idea. My oc and Tim actually MEANT to be together like the Andromeda and Milky way Galaxy but it's gonna take a long time for them to realize that, they're in love with each other from the moment both save the other and be there for the other from the very start until the end.

Three, Tim was killed but regressed where he almost got killed by Jason at the Titans Tower and was saved by someone mysterious that led him to feel some sort of grateful to his savior. Meanwhile that savior is actually stalking him and that is My oc, he's gonna be there whenever Tim is and cut down any foe in Tim's way. So basically the Savior x Salvation (bcs Tim sees him as his Savior and my oc sees Tim as his Salvation that needs to be protected from anyone or anything.)

Anyway that's all, I just need to hear from someone about my idea :3 (it's just for silly things :P)

No worries! Glad to chat about it ^^ I'm not really one for romance, but it's still really fun to explore ideas.

Both being from the past in intriguing. I'm curious from what era they both come from (or maybe even separate time eras) and what their past was like.

Hmm... If you're doing fated lovers (that's what I'm assuming the reference means), there's a few ways to represent that. There are classic soulmate marks/indications. If they don't realize it at first, perhaps they either are both secretive about their marks or marks can be either platonic or romantic (with no obvious indication of which is which).

If not soulmarks, you could mess around with the canon gods, magic, etc. Perhaps someone sees their souls are intertwined or a god tells them or even a god curses them to make their path to romance harder.

As far as the savior one... That one is tricky. How consensual and non-toxic are we talking?

Don't get me wrong. I crave the dynamic of people who are consensually unhealthily mutually obsessed with each other. It's so fucking compelling. Various types of relationships can be super fun to play around with in fiction (although, to not trigger myself, they both or all of them have to want to be in that type of relationship with each other).

Anyways, what levels are we chatting about here?

For the OC, their perspective of Tim kind of reminds me of the song "My Way of Life" by Frank Sinatra. I absolutely love that song. The lyrics kind of match the vibe of the OC seeing Tim as his salvation ("Gotta have you near all the time with your dreams wrapped in mine. Gotta be part of your soul and your heart all the time. Nothing in the world that I do means a thing without you. I'm just half alive in my struggle to survive without you. You are my way of life. The only way I know. You are my way of life. I'll never let you go").

Just OC seeing Tim, his salvation, and doing everything he can and must for him.

Tim seeing the OC as his savior can be tricky. I think it's called the hero effect? Something something adrenaline, being protected, etc. causes someone to fall in love with their savior. However, this can cause a power imbalance.

You've managed to negate that a bit with the OC seeing Tim as their salvation. Despite that, there would need to be seriously work on communication, getting to know each other, building trust, and commitment before the relationship would work.

If you want them to be mutually unhealthily obsessed with each other (and a stalking each other vibes), Tim becomes consumed by the mystery of this person.

If Tim regressed, then who is this? Who is this person who never showed up in the first timeline?

Lots of exciting ways to take it ^^

[ageless-aislynn]

Good news on the Mass Effect Andromeda front: I am finally Figuring Stuff Out™ (Fast travel, learning how to toggle the objectives and realizing THERE’S A MAP have made things soooooo much more fun) and am vibing with the game at last!

One thing that was kinda stressing me out? Every time the game reminds me THE CHOICES YOU MAKE WILL EFFECT LATER OUTCOMES!!!!!! which triggers this anxiety in me that I’m Doing Things Wrong© and often results in me freezing and not wanting to make any choice because I don’t want to make The Wrong One and not be able to correct it later. 😬

But once I realized I can just play the game again and make different choices, it felt less ominous and universe destroying to potentially make choices I don’t end up liking later in this run. I wish there was a faster way to play through the game, though, but I’m going to definitely replay it on the story/narrative mode where the fighting is minimal. Anyway, I want to play again as Scott and explore some of his options (okay, so I’m probably going to date Cora if she’ll have BroRyder!me, lol) but I’m still weighing my current romantic options as Sara.

I did a bit of research (*points to my anxiety about Doing Things Wrong® which definitely outweighs any Not Wanting To Be Spoiled* 🤷‍♀️😉) to see which optional romance characters I haven’t met yet and that seems to be Jaal and Reyes. Now, I have to say that Jaal seems to be firmly in my character preference wheelhouse (his voice and style of speech reminds me a bit of Vincent from 1987 Beauty and the Beast who I still to this day ADORE with my entire fangirl soul, what can I say? 😍💗), so he’s probably going to be a big contender for Sara’s heart on this playthrough.

However, up until now, I’ve been trying out the flirt options with any character it’s been offered for and, so far, Suvi and Peebee are currently in the running for the title of 💖Love of Sara’s Life💖 However, I was unexpectedly charmed by Vetra’s reaction where she got all tongue-tied and was practically stammering when I asked if she had anybody special in her life. I admit... I found that adorable, considering she’s this big alien warrior woman who looks like she could break me into itty-bitty pieces and then I swear she was blushing at me asking her one simple little question.

Anyway, here’s Vetra, if you don’t know her.

Also... Peebee!

Annnnnd Suvi!

Here, I’ll round out my other potential love interests for Sara...

Jaal

annnnd Reyes! (I don’t know much about Reyes yet but he’s giving me some scoundrel vibes and I’m always here for that. 😎)

I mean, honestly? I’d kinda love to playthrough with each of them but that’s a HUGE commitment of time so we’ll have to see how that goes. I definitely want to replay as Sara at least one more time, though, with whoever ends up coming in second place this time around. 😉

Here’s my girl Sara for reference once more. 😉

I still suck at driving the NOMAD but I feel infinitely better since I’ve had several people tell me that it’s not just me. Also, at least I haven’t caused us to get burned up by radiation or gotten stuck on a big rock in the middle of enemies until we get shot to death again, so... IMPROVEMENT!

Anyway, for any of my Mass Effect Andromeda peeps out there... who do you typically play as and who do you choose to romance, if you choose anybody? I’d love to hear about your experiences, see how you’ve customized your character, all that fun stuff, if you’d like to share! 😎

That’s it for now. Love you, frens! 🤗🤗🤗

[alligaytorswamp]

Bursting into the room: Please tell me about your idol OCs!! What music do they do? What fashion styles? Who are your favorites? Do they have any fun interactions? Do you have more art of them?

auauauAAUUGHHHH 😭😭😭😭😭 THANK YOU FOR THISSS

AHSJKDHASD idk how to talk about them !! in a normal way !! so ahhhh let me just try giving basic info about each group or smth

edit: this is so fucking LONG LMAOOO.... here is a link to all their TH (andromeda isn't done sorry), if u wish to skip my mad man blabbing altogether B)

Andromeda

my first idol ocs group, naturally was a llsif fan group love them with my entire heart despite the fact that i make content with them like once ten years, they live in my head all the damn time there are 9 of them, canonically they are the only ones who have the privilege of being "very fucking popular and successful" went from being school idols (SparkleS) with pretty typical cute/energetic concept, then debuted fr (Andromeda) and now their concept is more mature/elegant/cool

uhhh they are just wonderful girls who are all best friends and they are very cute and different and silleyyyyy and i am a horrible father bc i didn't make their TH profiles yet (THERE IS 9 OF THEM IT'S SO HARD) so here is their tag instead... ignore very old art tho 😔 also i have spotify playlist with songs i imagine they either would have or would cover - here

(also in my mind their concept/main vibe of their music kind of ever-changing, to me, they can do whatever they want at this point bc they are just so popular lol + they have units and such and i can get away with it) (they are overpowered yes yes)

Ishin-Denshin

5 members here,, they are my girl boy group or boy girl group <3 don't know how to explain it's just they are bg but the music inspo/concept is strictly what my fav girl groups i listen to got going on

total boys next door, just chill sweet guys, good vibes only fun fact all got like trauma/issues (tm) because i am certified sad boys maker, but they are all doing well and go to therapy LMAO

like Andromeda they all met in high school and started idol club together, but unlike the girlies they didn't mean to be proper idols, sorta got scouted later on anyways they are also besties, very tight-knit (trauma bonded?) and i also love them dearly they got their TH profiles, with bits of main lore and some info on their friendships - here their spotify playlist - eek

GRIMM parade

ah my funny crazy little theatre kids and vocaloid stans literally a combo of 3 quirky bitches who really love acting and dark dramatic stories

i think the most basic way to describe their vibes would be like Halloween + fairy tales? They are very extra and have like odd ways of speaking/interacting with people, but it's their charm (as per usual, very much full of brain issues, bc i gotta make my boys even a little sad)

their TH - here their spotify - here (way less songs bc it's stupidly hard to find smth i like for them)

cheer4U

literally fresh out of the oven i have nothing for themm asjkdhakdsda i gotta share tho: they are a co-ed group, and from what i have seen in life most groups give rap parts to men, but here it's boys being vocalists and girls being rappers(+vocalists), and idk how to explain but it is very fun to me, girls got all the swaggg

also a fun fact: one dude (michi) is hisoka's (andromeda) younger brother and one girlie (olly) is elijah's (pothos) younger sister

pothos

now that i mentioned them, even tho this is just about my idols i have to talk about everybody even a little pothos is a dance crew, so they are 4 dudes who make choreographies and despite my pattern of making best friends, these 4 are NOT asdjkhakjdhaskl, more like it’s 3 dudes who are friends with elijah but aren't close amongst each other

their TH - here

anison singers

just these two random soloists, with their own quirks they are dating LOL their TH - here

Urban Legends

my rock band heheeee they are just cool and awesome girlies, who make music about scary myths and folk stories their TH - here

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re: fashion styles it either matches their concept, or if we are talking individually - it depends on each ocs LMAO re: my favorites andromeda are the blueprint, so they receive special treatment, but currently i am also crazy about Ishin-Denshin AND dince cheer4U are newborns i am focusing on establishing their personalities lol

re: do they have any fun interactions?

ok so idol groups all know each other for sure, pothos prolly interacted with them as well, but way less and more formal, soloists and urband legends def had only minor interactions IF they had those.

generally speaking, everyone in the company treat Andromeda like seniors/girlbosses (because they are) while cheer4U are now the youngest and newest group they are kinda babies to everyone Andromeda doesn't have very close relations to anyone (being popular doesn't help here), but they are considered like a proper sister group to Ishin-Denshin, due to some matching concept elements and being the 'foundation' of the company Andromeda and Ishin-Denshin def had their little collabs, specifically vocal-based, since both group got mad vocalists also important to point out that Ishin-Denshin are huge fans of Andromeda, like every single one of them loves them, they def have been following Andromeda since their school idol days and they are still not over the fact that they ended up in the same company

Ishin-Denshin and GRIMM parade are a bit closer, i think because they are the same age, and because Ryunosuke insisted they should be rivals LOL it didn't happen tho, because Ishin-Denshin are just sweeties, and were like "no thank you <3", so Ryunosuke settled on Ishin-Denshin being their supporters or smth anyways, they def hang out somewhat regularly, ofc each of GRIMM parade members is close to different Ishin-Denshin members i think main proper friendships i have are: Ryunosuke and Tadao (leaders and basically dads of their group... lowkey considering making them a couple ahaha...) Shouhei and Nobu+Kyo, Shouhei and Nobu are just besties who hang out a bunch, but two of them with Kyo had like a whole event of helping Shouhei deal with a nasty break up he had (Nobu had a shitty relationship too, while Kyo.. well... it's in his TH profile B) the point is Kyo and Nobu just helped Shouhei process things) Rokuro and Kyo - just hype boys who hype together

here is a fun meme you should laugh it's very funny (i have no one to share this with)

i don't think i have any other ~full group~ relations so here's random canon connections i remember tsubaki (urban legends) is a fangirl of andromeda and specifically their triplers unit, def stans hana, mieko and shiori ryunosuke (grimm parade) and kaede (urban legends) totally get along due to their 'dramatic freak' agenda, witnessing them talking to each other has to be an Experience, because they 100% use most extra phrases and words LMAO elijah (pothos) is a huge fanboy of grimm parade and ryunosuke specifically kyo (ishindenshin), rokuro (grimm parade) and elijah (pothos) are also like 3 energetic funky boys who love dancing kyo, tadao (ishindenshin), axe, elijah (pothos), michi (cheer4U), hana (andromeda) and shinobu (urban legends) all love working out so i imagine they end up together in the gym every now and then also totally exlusive info, but im gonna couple up ichigo (cheer4U) and kyo (ishindenshin), as well as michi (cheer4U) and shouhei (grimm parade) B)

FUNNY THING... THIS IS LIKE NO INFORMATION AT ALL AHAHA.. TIP OF THE ICEBERG... I HAVE SO SO SO MUCH ABOUT EVERY SINGLE INDIVIDUAL OC, LIKE THE STUFF THAT I DIDN'T HAVE SPACE/DESIRE TO WRITE ABOUT IN THEIR TH PROFILES... AUGH

[rmwb-fanfics]

Sorry I'm a bit late to the party - what type of fanfiction do you write/currently write? You mentioned an RU fic?

Morning/evening/afternoon anon! Thank you for asking, hope you’re well.

Well, I write a lot of fanfiction, (Pirates of the Caribbean, Jurassic Park/World) but the only stuff I post is for Harry Potter.

I have two fics posted, both in a WIP state. There’s one other that I haven’t posted and I’m waiting to be finished before uploading, here is the list.

Available:

Regretfully Uncaring (RU)

My long fic. My baby. I looooove it with all my heart. Currently rewriting/editing the vast majority of it because this was really my first proper toe into creative writing, and as it’s gone on my skill set has improved considerably and, as I say in the summary on AO3, I want the story to be as accessible and enjoyable as it can be to the most amount of people.

It’s a werewolf fic, but it’s also a lot more than that. As the name implies it’s about regret. The name actually comes from something an addict I know told me, where when you’re hooked on something you regret your actions but you can’t get yourself to care. It’s about learning how to love again. It’s about acceptance, revolution. But really it’s about addiction. I say all that from the perspective of the author. It’s a ton of other things and my readers get different stuff out of it I’m sure.

It’s an ensemble cast story, so the perspective shifts quite a few times per chapter. I think there’s something like 20 characters that each lead a role at some point. Plenty of pairings, but the focuses are Harry/Ginny and Ron/Daphne. There’s time travel, there’s world building, the entire plot is essentially original and that’s why it’s my Bebe.

Because Regretfully Uncaring is a test run. Once the tournament concludes in chapter 28/29, it’s basically just a Harry Potter version of my original work that I poke away at. I want to make movies someday, and maybe Hollywood and general audiences as a whole will be more up to some original stories and less remakes/sequels because fuck I have so many ideas and this really is one of them.

FFN | AO3

Big thanks to @curse-04 and @muib92 who I can’t tag for some reason. Their genuine interest in what I’ve written has kept me going through so much, more than just writing. Even if you’re the same person with an alt account, I appreciate it.

A Short Life Full of Long Years (ASLFOLY)

Yeah so I don’t have as much to say about this one. Only reason it isn’t a one-shot is because my brain can’t just let things end so here we are. It’s a post-war soul bond fic, again: Harry and Ginny are the focus here. Together they go travelling in search of Andromeda and Teddy, who have gone into hiding in the muggle world somewhere in Europe. They have a vague map without any marked destinations, oh, and a vengeful Death is after Harry since his survival in the forest. I really wanted to explore what a soul bond post HBP/DH would look like, and I’ve enjoyed myself so far. Eventually, if I feel like it, they might become a secret agent duo. At the moment I have very little plan for this story, i just like writing it as it goes. People have loved it so far, so there’s that.

FFN | AO3

Biggest thanks to @fizzyginfizz for leaving the best review I’ve ever received on any story, let alone ASLFOLY. I still think about it.

-

So yeah that’s what’s uploaded, that’s what I tend to talk about. The stuff I won’t post is pretty simple.

My PotC fic is a follow up to the fifth film that explains Davy Jones and Jack’s actions in the Sea of Thieves portion of the story line. It’s pretty good and I’m thinking I might eventually post but there’s only like 20k words at the moment.

My Jurassic Park/World fic is just a rewrite of the latest film. Call me stupid or whatever but I was hella invested in the Jurassic story and I was looking forward to the conclusion/follow up after Fallen Kingdom. But *NO* they had to FUCK IT UP. Anyway it’s pretty damn good as a story but I will never ever post this one because no one is learning about my obsession for Jurassic Park that intimately.

Thank you for asking anon and sorry for rambling. Going to grammar edit this now, have a wonderful day.

[dragonsongmakhali]

10 fandoms, 10 characters, 10 tags:

Basic rules: choose 10 fandoms that you are part of/support, and choose a favorite character from each of those. Then, tag ten folks!

Tagged by: @jigschosai @sealrock @reikatsukihana and @sasslett! Thank y'all :'D

This is not ordered by how much I'm into them, they're just in whatever order came to mind :) I will caution that I don't tend to choose favorite characters, I'm more of an OC maker. Feeling chatty, so I'm putting the actual list under a cut. You're welcome.

1. FFXIV : Pretty self-explanatory for the xiv sideblog. Since I'm not as in to the MSQ, I don't think I actually have a favorite character (which I know is illegal, I'm sorry :<). I really love seeing what the community does with the characters, though!

2. Halo : The storyline went to hell long ago, but I do still adore the original trilogy and constantly mine it for gpose captions. It was basically what I lived off of in high school. If I had a tumblr back then, I'd have been insufferable. Favorite character is easily Rtas 'Vadum.

3. WoW : Kind of. Asterisk. I really only know Classic, and even then, I'm way more Horde than I am Alliance. I have approximate knowledge of many things. No favorite there either - I'm all about the world and making OCs. We have two concurrent WoW tabletop games running at the moment, so this is where most of my headspace is. Their shared timeline is different from the canon, so I'm not really in the fandom per se.

4. Mass Effect : Alien dating sim, my beloved. I even enjoyed Andromeda (jump jets implemented perfectly, fun combat, the Jardaan reminded me of Forerunners). If you ask me to choose a favorite, I'll cry. How is a mother supposed to choose between her two sons (Legion and Grunt)? Drack also gets an honorary mention for his 100s of low res pictures of guns email.

5. Elder Scrolls : Mostly Skyrim, some Oblivion. I know, I'm one of those fans. Anyway, I've probably played over 1k hours of Skyrim by this point and yet. And yet! I don't have a favorite. The entirety of the Companions? I just wish that the faction questlines in Skyrim weren't "you killed 3 wolves and have been here a week. You lead us all now", but it does give me good scaffolding which. As an OC fiend. Grabby hands.

6. The World Ends With You : This game made me good at calculus in high school. My favorite character from here is Sho Minamimoto, and I was a completely normal teenager who dealt with that by doing calculus problems for fun. Turns out, the trick to get good at math is repetition.

7. Pokémon : Probably my earliest fandom. Still play the games now and again, just got Legends Arceus (super late, I know), and that's been a lot of fun. My favorite character from the franchise is Sinnoh's Rock type leader, Roark. I had a long-running sideblog dedicated to the Sinnoh region because gen IV is my favorite in general! It's inactive at the moment.

8. Guild Wars : 2, to be more precise. I started playing about a month after release, and since it's f2p, I still drop in from time to time. Like every MMO, I have no favorites. I really love playing Sylvari, though! (The glow!! The nightmare!! The [[Heart of Thorns spoiler!!]] They're just so neat)

9. Star Trek : we're now getting into "shows I watched and didn't hate" because I'm definitely not in the 'fandom' for Trek. We've been going through the old series as a way to wind down before bed, starting with TNG. We're on Enterprise now, and I'm sad that it got canceled. Still will probably have a better ending than Voyager. I don't have a favorite, but I can tell you that the writers' collective favorite must be either Seven of Nine or Data.

10. Uh. Various anime? I can't say I've recently loved any particular series to the point of fandom, but as a whole, I've been a weeb since I was in middle school. "Recent" series that I've enjoyed have included Mob Psycho and Love is War. Coincidentally, they both saved the most banger opening for their third season.

We had to stretch a little bit, but we made it to ten! Proud of this community (this community is my brain desperately trying to remember 10 things I like)

Have no idea who's been tagged in this, so if you've done this, please ignore! Or reblog it again!

@miqojak @airis-ray @wilanserulia @ahollowgrave @blackestnight @starstrider @iron-sparrow @sumifinalfourteen @jump-n-dive @otherworldseekers

[what-a-weird-rose]

NobleFlower: The Things I See (Within You)

Pairing: Alice Fortesque / Narcissa Black

Rating: E

Prompt: Praise Kink (if you squint)

Word Count: 1.3k

Narcissa drags the silver comb down long blond hair.

Her vanity sits tall and imposing in her room, casting a long shadow over everything in its wake. Despite its odd look, Narcissa had found herself rather attracted to the strangeness of the feature- perhaps a trait she’d overlooked in her youth. There was something so telling, she thought, about how children behave. Narcissa herself was a prime example of how children mimic their future nature, collecting the strangest, most clashing furniture pieces and rearranging them until they looked pretty together. She supposes she does that even now as she gazes down at the parchment beside her lotion.

If you should have, I will journey to meet you. Echo

She grins, just slightly, as she sets the comb down. Her finger runs along the curve of each letter, the drag of each line.

Narcissa feels her heart leap as she hears a tap from her window.

Once-

Twice-

Three times, she hears the slight tick against the glass. She thinks little of it as she rises from her seat to investigate.

The world beyond the thick walls of Cygnus Black’s house is dark and dreary, and Narcissa wonders how much of the world she’s missed out on from within the fortress.

“Cissa, quit spacing out on me,” Alice whispers. Narcissa gazes around in the dark momentarily before her eyes adjust enough to see the girl below.

Alice wears something distinctly Muggle, though she seems to have remembered her wand this time. She also had a large duffel bag swung over her shoulder that Narcissa was both desperately eager and anxious about.

“Help a girl up, would you?” Alice says, slightly louder than before. Narcissa has found that the more Alice gets away with sneaking into a Black Family fortress, the more she seems to make them getting caught a game. Narcissa huffs, turning around to dig under her bed.

Under her bedframe, Narcissa finds a collection of things she cannot have. She ignores all but the enchanted rope that Andromeda gave her two months prior.

The rope swings out of the window with grace ropes naturally fail to possess. The enchantments are fuzzy -likely due to it having past hands many a time- though a few are quite obvious. For example, the enchanted rope can carry any amount of weight without snapping, which is very useful when pulling a well-built Quidditch player up the side of a wall.

Alice pops her head through the window, giving one final grunt and a snort.

“It would probably help a bit if you provided even the slightest bit of support,” Alice says without heat. She does that often, saying snarky things without the meanness Narcissa is used to.

“I provided a magical rope; what more do you want?”

“The emotional support of my lover, for one,” Alice states matter-of-factly as if the answer was so obvious- so clear- that there was literally no other solution.

“Your lover?” Narcissa coaxes because who is she if not an instigator.

“My lover.” Alice reaffirms, setting the lump of rope on the floor near the now shut window. “My lover who I have travel far and wide to save.”

Narcissa sighs, “I’ve told you already, I’m not leaving- I’m not abandoning them.”

“Its not- you’re not abandoning anyone; you’d be doing what was best for yourself, and if they really loved you, they be able to accept that as it is.”

Narcissa nods, though they both seem aware that she isn’t listening.

“Anyways, I come bearing gifts.” Suddenly, the duffel bag ends up on the seat of Narcissa’s vanity- and she really should mind, but somehow, she finds that she really doesn’t. “Here.” Alice hands her a small box wrapped in the most obnoxious gift paper Narcissa has ever had the misfortune to see.

She carefully peels the wrapping back, ignoring as Alice chuckles and throws herself backward with great familiarity on a bed that is not hers. Eventually, she removes the paper, sets it on her end table to store away, and slowly pulls the lid off the box.

“Alice, no.”

Alice smiles widely even as she remains laid leisurely with her eyes closed. “Don’t worry, it wasn’t that much. Plus, I’ve been saving and- Cissa, please, take it.” She gently touches Narcissa’s arm, petting downward until their hands are intertwined.

The box contained a long silver chain with small connected charms of varying shapes, sizes, and colors; a bright golden snitch lay next to a star next to a narcissus. Alice gently tugs the bracelet out of the box and places it on Narcissa’s arm, where it sits momentarily before Narcissa nods. She shivers as the clasp seals.

“Even if its cheesy and inconvient, I want something tangable to show my love for you- and, well, what better than this? Who’s going to thing twice about it?” Narcissa nods slowly, fiddling with the small charm of a dragon.

Then, as though realizing Narcissa was lost in her own mind, Alice presses her lips against Narcissa’s palms.

“I know why you hesitate; I know why you’re afraid. I need you to know that I will always love you- even if one day you decide you hate me and want me dead.”

“I could never,” Narcissa says at last, and she can feel the tension roll off Alice’s back like water. “How could I ever hate you?”

Alice plants a soft kiss on Narcissa’s lips, and suddenly, Narcissa is reminded of why she was willing to commit such a betrayal in the first place.

Narcissa’s hands are lost in Alice’s hair in a second, tugging, pulling, and petting all at once.

Alice groans as Narcissa finds the sensitive spot at the crook of her neck. Alice uses her free hands to guide Narcissa’s hair away from her face.

“Slow,” Alice whispers into the hot room.

In her attack on Alice’s neck, Narcissa kept pace, if not becoming more aggressive.

Alice tugs Narcissa’s long hair, “I said slow, didn’t I, lovely?” Narcissa stares momentarily before mumbling something she doesn’t recognize, “Good girl.”

Narcissa whines, ducking her head to continue at Alice’s neck.

“Oh? Do you like that? Good girl?” Alice questions, rubbing her hands up and down Narcissa’s sides. “Is that what you are? A good girl?” Narcissa continues her attempts to crawl into Alice, as though it might save her from the embarrassment. “Come now; I want to see your pretty face when I tell you you’re a good girl, Cissa.”

Narcissa groans as Alice runs her hands through her long blond hair. Alice shifts them suddenly, landing herself on top of the strange tangle they’d become. Alice is methodical in her marking, leaving hickey after hickey on porcelain pale skin, dragging skin between teeth.

There is a moment as Alice pulls the silk nightgown off her that Narcissa wonders what she’d gotten herself into with this girl.

“Tell me what you want, pretty girl, tell me what you need.” Alice whispers in her ear, hand placed just barely off her left tit.

“You, please, give me?” Alice chuckles and finally takes Narcissa’s tit into her mouth, using her free hand to massage the other.

Narcissa moans, wrapping her legs around Alice’s hips.

“Now, now, pretty- don’t get ahead of yourself, I-” There is a thump outside Narcissa’s room.

They look at each other briefly before Alice grasps her wand, aims it at the door, presses her lips on Narcissa’s, and uses her left hand to rub fast, practiced circles into Narcissa’s clothed-clit.

“We’ll have to finish this properly some other time, pretty,” Alice says sagely, fiddling with her wand as her fingers set an even faster pace, “But I’m hardly going to leave you wound up.”

Alice kisses her cunt as Narcissa cums.

[ziskandra]

Choosing violence ❤ number 7, 20 & 21?

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them? okay so i already answered this question here, but rereading my answer there made me remember that there is yet more violence within my heart. before i start, a disclaimer: i cannot remember for the life of me if you also mass effect, so if you do not, apologies in advance for going on a rant for which you have limited context. that being said, the first character that immediately comes to mind is reyes vidal. andromeda fandom was only even really active for like, three months, but the amount of flare ups that happened that were centered on this one man...! who i will admit is quite fascinating, not that you would know it given the way most of his fanbase acted. because god forbid anybody characterise this man, who styles himself as the charlatan, who canonically tricks Ryder into doing his dirty work, be portrayed as maybe a tad manipulative or having goals that are a little bigger than banging his girlfriend. oh yeah. i said it. it was, for the most part, the femeryder fanbase I witnessed acting atrociously; while there were some wild takes on the mreyder side as well (like people saying that nobody should romance reyes with their female ryders), for the most part it was really justified salt due to the lack of mlm romance options compared to all other combinations. but the femryder side? they were eating their own, getting embroiled in popularity contests only one side knew they were even competing in, and it was a whole shitshow!!! anyway, as i said. fascinating character, would love to rotate him in my brain a bit, but sometimes recalling his existence makes me want to chew glass. maybe now that enough time has passed i should do a proper me:a replay and rewire some happier memories over those shit ones. (the funniest(?) part of this was that i was never really a reyder shipper--i was happily hanging out in my rydam corner--but seeing the way some of my friends were treated made me wary of bioware fandom for years to come lol. and yet did i learn? no.) 20. part of canon you found tedious or boring answered here! i have no backup answer for this one alas, i suppose my dragon age hot take is that i actually enjoy most of it 😔 21. part of canon you think is overhyped the ending of here lies the abyss! it's not exactly the canon moment itself, but rather the fandom reaction to it? people often treat it as a big dramatic moment of omg having to choose, but i don't know if it's because I'm a fan of Blorbo Suffering™, or I'm not convinced that whoever remained in the Fade is actually dead (can anybody in thedas truly be killed in a way that matters?), but idk. I just don't find it as emotionally impactful as other Big Decision moments in the series I suppose! (e.g., the Landsmeet, Anders's fate-- they always have me holding my breath, at the very least!) [choose violence ask game]

[flyingdreamerwriter]

Black Family Watching Harry Potter

Part 4: Doorstep Delivery

They jumped as one when suddenly music came out of nowhere.

On the white wall appears:

[Privet Drive, an owl perched on the sign announcing the name of the street].

“Holy shit! That fucking thing scared me, I almost had a heart attack!" exclaimed Sirius, summarizing the situation quite well, in a language as elegant as always.

Out of parental habit, Andromeda reprimanded him.

“Your language!”

The young man was about to retort but suddenly he recognized someone in the projection.

“Isn’t that Dumbledore?!”

“Yes, it’s him. And older." Regulus confirmed seriously, sitting down on the sofa.

Everyone did the same, intrigued by what was projected on the wall.

“What is he doing there?” he asked, more to himself than as a real question.

“It looks a bit like a movie,” Narcissa remarked, surprisingly remembering this Muggle invention.

“Let’s watch it then, it’s not like we have anything else interesting to do anyway." concludes Bellatrix.

[It is night-time in Surrey, Albus Dumbledore walks out of a forest near the street, past a tabby cat standing next to what looks like a shed. He takes out his deluminator and activates it.]

"What is it ? It sucks the light... Anyone knows? » asked Regulus, intrigued.

They all shook their heads negatively.

“It seems to me that there isn't even a known spell to do exactly that, no one has seen the use of it I think." Andromeda replied.

[He puts away the device and a cat meows. Dumbledore looks down at the cat.]

“Oh, it’s McGonagall!” noticed Sirius, who loved his teacher very much.

Dumbledore: I should have known that you would be here...Professor McGonagall. McGonagall: Good evening, Professor Dumbledore. Are the rumors true, Albus? Dumbledore: I'm afraid so, Professor. The good, and the bad. McGonagall: And the boy? Dumbledore: Hagrid is bringing him. McGonagall: Do you think it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this? Dumbledore: Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life.

“The boy looks important, who is he?” asked Narcissa

Once again, none had the answer.

Regulus, knowing Hagrid’s attraction for dangerous creatures, thought that himself wouldn’t trust the half-giant with a child.

[cheesefanboy2]

Stargirl - Simp Party

This is based on stargirl interlude by the weeknd. I'd never thought I'd write something so sweet, but here we are. Lol.. should I do another? Maybe.

I'd never thought I was gonna ship Evan with Anni, but here we are, and I am pleased with the finished product. (Actually thought they were gonna stay platonic, but I feel like this is better.)

@insane-horror-movie-addict @nightmareeffect

Anni leaned back on her arms as she stared up at the stars, the cold breeze making her shiver in her thin shirt. The sight of the night sky made her miss her home a little, and her family who had loved stargazing with her, but it also comforted her.

“Hey, what’re you doing out here, Anni? It’s too late for this.”A very familiar, very tired sounding voice came from behind her, startling her.“What are you doing here, Evan?” Anni asked, turning around before feeling something soft and warm fall on top of her, effectively blocking her vision.

“Huh?” Anni pulled the cloth-like thing off her head, and realized it was a hoodie. “A hoodie? For me?”

He shrugged, looking up at the sky.

“The least you could do is thank me,,” Evan chuckled. “I’m giving it to you because I don't want you to catch a cold. Plus, it's the least I could do, you're the only tolerable person who lives at that mansion.”

Anni blushed, finally realizing he was only wearing a tank top.

“No no, you really don’t have to do this,” Anni panicked. “It’s cold out, I don’t want you to be cold-”

“Hey, I’m not some weakling who can’t handle cold weather,” He smirked. “I already gave it to you so just put it on, I like the cold anyways..it's nice weather to sleep in.”

“Okay, okay,” Anni mumbled, her blush deepening as she hesitantly slid his hoodie on. It was so warm, it sort of smelled like caramel.

Evan’s scowl only deepened. Why did she have to look so cute in his hoodie? It was stupid that she could do these gross things to his heart- it was such normie emotions. He almost felt like Varrick with how hard he was trying not to blush. How dare she..

“You didn’t answer my first question,” he said. “What are you doing out here?”

“Oh, right,” Anni remembered. “I was just feeling a little bit homesick, is all.”He raised an eyebrow.“And what was looking at the stars gonna do?”

“Well, you see,” Anni smiled, recalling some of her fondest memories, “my family used to stargaze all the time together. They probably still do, but obviously I can’t join them anymore since I live here now. It’s funny,” she chuckled, “my parents used to point out all the constellations to us, but I really don’t remember how to find them anymore. I wish I did,” she added wistfully.

Evan huffed, “It’s really not that hard. Here,” he said, plopping down, right next to her, “you see that bright star over there?” He pointed out a star towards the east. “That’s the tip of Andromeda…”

Anni completely zoned out, hearing everything except for his words.‘There’s less than an inch of space between us..’ Anni mentally screamed, what was she, a teenage girl? She'd been next to plenty of men without a care, why was this different?‘Why? Why is he so close?’

He shifted slightly, pointing to another star, not paying attention as he practically leaned into her. The cold night air did nothing to cool her cheeks down, and she could still feel his warmth through the hoodie.

‘Does he even know what he’s doing?!’

“Hey, are you even listening?” He turned to hsr, looking her directly in the eye.

“Oh, yeah, mhm.” Anni nodded, her inner panic doubling . “Uh, how do you know all this stuff anyway?” She asked. “I didn’t take you for the type of person who cares about the stars.”

“Eh, my old man taught me some of this stuff,” he shrugged.

“Oh wow, that’s nice,” Anni said, fixing her gaze at the stars and she refused to look at him, trying to calm down.

“You’re making it feel so obvious, I feel like you already know at this point,” he muttered. "Screw you.”

That caught her attention.

“Obvious? And what do you mean by- hm?!”

Anni froze as Evan grabbed her by the collar, stopping her mid-sentence as his lips suddenly descended upon hers. His hands traveled from her collar to her face, holding her as finally melted into his kiss, her mind quieting.

As the two of them parted, he smirked slightly at the sight of her pink face, enjoying the thought of being able to fluster her so much— he'd always thought she'd never show any type of emotion.Anni looked away sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck.

“So when you said I was being obvious…?”

“I….think I have a crush on you, or…I don't know…? More maybe-? I don't fucking know,” he said, “I’ve known for a while that there was…something up with the feelings I'd get around you.”

“You have?” Anni stiffened. “Then why…?”

Evan sighed softly when he felt the brunette's hand touched his tense shoulder, and her eyes scanned his face and the whole, a bit tired body. His cheeks were still pretty-flushed and when Anni asked again if everything was alright felt as if he had received a slap on his face.

“… Nothing’s alright, Anni. I’ve been tormented by so many things for so long. Even because of you.” He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, but quickly after he turned his gaze back to the stars in front of them. “We’ve known each other for so long and just like in the beginning I didn’t pay attention to you because you seemed like everyone else….but then, when you helped me when I broke my leg during that god-awful mission and you stayed with me throughout the entire time, even if you barely knew me, something clicked in me.” Evan put his hand where his heart was, sighing heavily. “I really like you and I’m probably making a fool of myself even more than I normally do when I’m with you, but… I care so much about your happiness and….I get so mad when you let idiots like Varrick treat you bad. I know he isn't like that anymore, but when I heard that he left you at the mansion when you first arrived? God..I…I didn't know what to think at all. I don't know what you'll think of me after this..”

“I think...you're an idiot.…” She admitted and Evan laughed awkwardly, ready to get up from the hoodie and head back to his room, but Anni grabbed his hand in her much smaller one, which made him frown, not understanding what she meant. “I like you too, I like you a lot.. even if you put your life at risk and it worries me all the time. I think- no. I know I care for you just as much.”

“It was only until recently that I realized my own feelings,” Evan sighed. “I don't think I just like you, I think I…love you? And I know this isn’t the first confession you’ve received either,” he huffed in annoyance, “but I like you way more than any of those other guys. I know how much they stare at you and even fight for you…but I'm willing to do the same. Until you…make a choice. Whoever you choose, even if it's not me, I'll still be happy for you.”

Anni smiled a little, a warm feeling blooming in her chest.

“I know I’m probably not the first to like you either,” Anni said, “but I like you a lot more than they do too.”

He looked away, a red tint coloring his face.

“Damn right,” he muttered, wrapping an arm around her. And it was underneath the light of Andromeda that she shared her second kiss with Evan, along with many others in the times to come.

[dreamwritesimagines]

It’s CMA-

I lied I got started on part 3 almost immediately after I sent that last ask about part 2. I told myself I would go to bed and wait for the morning and yet here I am.

It’s interesting that in chapter 7(?) we see clover lash out as a result of her fear. It’s the first time of many that we see, and I’m sure that it happens a lot. I think that she’ll have to learn to stop herself and be careful before she gets to that place of being so triggered that she hurts everyone around her, but that’s much easier said than done.

I wonder if she realizes that she hurts the people around her more when she bottles things up than when she talks about them. Not that she’s in a position to be worried about everyone else when she’s in those states, and I understand the temptation of bottling things up (I am a master of that particular skill), but I do wonder if she’ll become self aware enough or have the hindsight to realize that the ways that she’s trying to protect everyone is actually hurting her and by extension everyone around her as well.

Actually I was going to mention that Ben could identify her warning signs before she herself can recognize them, and then I realized something kind of funny, which is that for people who have service dogs, one of the things they do is to warn their owner of potentially triggering events and protect them from them. Not only that, but service dogs, especially those for mental health conditions, are trained to identify early warning signals (fidgeting, shallow breathing, accelerated heart rate, rigid body language, literally smelling fear, etc.) in order to prevent the situation from escalating.

Many animals do this because they are experts at reading body language- it’s the way that they’re able to communicate with us and everything else in the world. It’s not unusual at all for a pet dog or cat to respond to their owner/person they’re bonded to’s distress by comforting them in some way. It’s the entire reason why dogs will come up and cuddle you when you’re crying or whatever.

(Actually I now would love for them to get a pet who naturally does this for clover and signals her by distracting her or barking or something, so that she and benedict both know and can do something about it. This is going into my personal headcanons about their future lmao)

Anyway this is funny because Ben is essentially her service dog: an outside observer that can let her know when she’s showing signs of distress since she is incapable of/has trouble with recognizing these signs within herself on her own. Ben or the pet could also teach her how to recognize these signs within herself, so it would be really great all around.

I’m so in love with the Perseus/andromeda analogy it’s not even funny. Greek mythology paired with your work>>>>>>> (and I know you do it a lot and I love it so much, idk if I’d ever mentioned that)

It’s an interesting parallel of clover being able to see every pairing besides her own, and nobody else is able to see any pairing but hers.

OMG what if during Ben and Charlie’s shenanigans Ben always makes Charlie the lookout and has her distract whoever’s coming to get them in trouble, aka Anthony. Ben and Charlie think it’s because they’re both very sneaky and good at what they do, but really anthony fully knows what they are up to and only lets them get away with it because it’s charlie, makes her laugh, and gives him an excuse to talk to her.

Bonus of sometimes Anthony straight up forgets or doesn’t realize what’s happening because he’s too besotted with her lol.

Let’s be real: half the reason why pen has the early scoop on all the couples before anyone else realizes is because clover is pointing them out and no one else is listening to her lmao

A/N: I wrote everything up to hear weeks ago when I sent the other parts of my reread but then I got sidetracked by finals and a different fandom and a lot of life stuff happened, but I’m back and determined to write more analysis for them; let’s do this thing

(probably will have to break it off soon tho cuz it’s already pretty long)

(actually I’m debating straight up starting from the beginning because so much has happened since I was writing this)

(actually amendment, fuck it I’m going to start from the beginning and go to a different ask so it doesn’t get confusing. guess it will just be another night where I should be going to bed but instead am obsessing over ur work lmao)

OMG OMG CMA MY BELOVED😍❤️

I needed this so much rn, you're amazing! ❤️ Aaaaaa I'm so excited! ❤️

So I totally think that being with Benedict makes her improve not with her reactions to other people but also herself🥰 Like, it is second nature to her to lash out especially considering her trauma, but also, Benedict is being so soft and careful with her that she is actually turning soft and careful as well❤️ Like how she was with Eloise the last chapter, if it were any other time she wouldn't have bothered to make her feel calm and assured, but she actually made an effort and that's Benedict's influence on her😍

Service dogs omg YES🥰 She and Benedict needs to have a cute dog! Everyone in the world needs a dog thank you for coming to my TED talk 😂

Golden retriever bf - black cat gf dynamic strikes again! 😂❤️

MYTHOLOGY IS MY PASSION 😍 Aw I'm so happy to hear that you enjoy it as well my love!🥰

Anthony has had a soft spot for Charlie ever since they were all little ❤️ That's so cuteeee! ❤️

Charlie distracts Anthony so well 😏🥰

WAIT OH MY GOD I AM ALREADY SCREAMING-

I love love LOVE your analyses and I'm legit giggling already, thank you so so so much darling! ❤️🥰 ILY! ❤️❤️❤️

[torchickentacos]

I am taking this opportunity to finally say a proper hello even though we've been mutuals for a while xD

when you get this you have to post 5 songs you actually listen to then send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers 🌃

HIII thank you!! Ok first off, we don't talk much but whenever I see bing crosby christmas music, which is often in december, I do think of your blog! Is that weird? I just know him as "that guy the nice writer community blog likes" /positive! Spotify gives me ads for his music and I'm like oh! that's him! the guy!

Anyways, my top 5 songs right now are probably as follows!!! I'll send this around but also consider it open if anyone just wants to add on their top 5 right now! ALSO if you don't get it it's not a "you aren't my favorite" thing, I'm just never sure how to go about tag games where I have to choose people!!!

-Ohio by Cherry Glazerr (very good grunge, reminiscent of riot grrrl but more modern alternative). In music, I tend to be very lyrically drawn in and this song is an exception. there's not much here, but I still adore this song!

-Hold Me Down by Gin Blossoms. Just 90's rock. Gin Blossoms kind of write the same songs over and over again but this one, Hey Jealousy (their main hit), and Found Out About You slap. if eh-quality one hit wonder 90's rock is your thing, which it is very much my thing, then you'll like it. I think this song really encapsulates that 'I'm at a party and I'd really rather not be but I guess I'll try to have fun even though I rpobably won't' feeling.

-White Blank Page cover by Haster, original by Mumford and Sons. Rock cover, but the original is SO GOOD. Such a great song. A bunch of great covers of it out there, too. Something about the lyrics is so heart-wrenching to me. "Tell me now, where as my fault in loving you with my whole heart?" hits every single time.

-'Tis the Damn Season by Taylor Swift. Not really a christmas song, though the title may lead you to think otherwise. Unless you count christmas as a somewhat sardonic and disconsolate personal account of visiting an old flame during the holidays. IMO one of her best songs, though evermore in general is a boon for anyone who preferes her flowery, more literary narrative-driven storytelling. I have a wip based on this song somewhere, kind of touching on that theme of meeting up with someone though it's probably for the worse and you both know it, but you also can't stop it.

-Andromeda by Weyes Blood/Lungs by Stella Donnelly/Road Head by Japanese Breakfast. Three for one here because I've been listening to all of them about the same this week! Really good songs.

[stardust-in-my-mind-blog]

to father-in-law 9/7/23

You said something about having Ben train Fi to sing with his guitar. All three of the kids are able to sing this song together. They all did it at once one time and it sounded like an angel choir. (Link to Goodnight My Angel by Billy Joel.)

Music is a healing thing.

Theo might sing it for you a night he comes over!

This is also one of Theo's favorite songs.

I sing it in the shower every day as a prayer to my own well designed pantheon of divinity. But Venus loved war just as much as she loved beauty and peace. Your son has some outdated software in his subconscious that needs redirection when it comes to how you treat a woman you love and respect.

My Phoebus is now Apollo.

And like Daphne I will make like a tree shake off the mantle of your name that I accepted like the rotting leaves of a dying tree.

I am Andromeda and Perseus is getting too damn close to the sun.

Pegasus has bucked off plenty of Princes.

Raja has eaten their underwear.

Aphrodite was born from the old man of the sea being made into a ennuch. Sea foam.

I'm thinking in mythology these days, Zeus.

I can be the headache you'll never forget.

Or your adoring daughter.

But like Diana I will turn men who scorn me into the stags their dogs devour.

I think I'm telling you this because I love you and your family.

But it hurts too much.

And I've been here too many times.

And part of me is dying.

And I have risen back from the dead far too many times to fear death.

My given name is Mckeag, our motto is to neither dread nor yearn for the final day.

That's not my name either.

I'm still looking for it.

I hate to use a story you trusted me with to... illustrate a negative thing.

That's my broken heart talking.

But you told me when you went deaf, you didn't learn how to read sign language. I can't begin to understand the grief that comes with losing your sense of hearing.

You value music so much.

You're rough, but you're a secret music box like me.

The mother in me, the gypsy in me, the woman who has been fucked by guys your age since I was three (literally and can recall each memory in cold detail, by the way.)

Shirley Temple syndrome.

But my hero was also Gilda.

Anyways, as a woman who has had to fight for every damn good thing in her life....

I heard the man that stands of law in the place of Father

"When I lost my hearing I chose to become blind."

"My wife and children learned a new language to keep me connected to the family, but I chose not to learn it for myself."

And it's a pattern I can't rise above in this relationship with your son.

I don't like bad boys.

And he will regret me forever.

Trust me, I already have one dude who did the same shit finally treating me with respect a decade after bearing his children.

They say Danae, my soul ancestor, was cast out to sea by her father who learned that her son would become more magnificent than he.

Fear of the gods.

But as humans, don't we wish that our legacy be more magnificent?

Maybe not. I don't know. I've always thought differently than everyone else.

And I've paid for it with a body broken by hands that never thought I had value.

So if this is our last convo bc I've been too disrespectful.

(which is valid. I've said nasty things and made even uglier metaphors.)

But I need to express to you everything I feel at this crossroads.

And I promise with all my heart and soul that I had to build myself...

that I will never speak against your family or the members of the name in a public way with this kind of reckless talk.

Even if I'm not under your banner, or your protective shade, I will respect you as Theo's grandfather.

I just think that's important to state things clearly before anything starts getting tense or emotional.

Again, sorry for the unpleasantness. I've been very angry for a few days now and managing it well... but my period is coming.

When I'm bleeding it's more difficult to channel my rage in a polite way and I wanted to express it before gasoline is poured on the fire. Maybe more than you want to know, but I like my sincerity to be detailed.

[angstandhappiness]

WHY I didn't notice the tear until I zoomed in closer like FUCK MY SOUL such melancholic longing. Dude just woke up but he's not surprised by the tears collecting in his eyes like this says that it's a recurring thing by now he's just silently letting it happen and accepting that it's happening

OP's tags: @dr-chalk #Wukong’s arms are in the same position as they were in the dream btw#braiding position#also can you find the shadowpeach crumb hidden in the last picture

@cereus-stars #shadowpeach#(?) kinda#how tf did I miss this#I am losing it over swk lying on Macaque’s clothes#Ao lie meant so much to swk and the grief is never ending#pain agony even

@tsatsked I’m destroyed @pixelchaos00 #crying cat meme

@norxii #※ ao lie ┋ we are flying on wings in winter sky with fire burning deep inside#※ mirror ┋ infinite reflections of empty space#※ dragonpeach / wildkaart ┋ when your fantasies become your legacy; promise me a place in your house of memories#im still in pain over them so suffer with me now dash

@thedatingsimsystem #im gona cyr

@stepter6 #Didn’t realise I hadn’t reblogged this on Tumblr yet but anyway#AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

@pettyloudmuffin #i'm going insane. but what a way to go!

@rockbagelyu #im cryign @lotusmonkey #hNNNGGGGG

@amalgamorph #my heart!!!! @ritz-writes #owieeee

@fatalglitter #i see the crumb :>#also OW

@sleepycricketts #i guess sjfhfb z@anxiescape #oh nu#D:

@hereissananxiousmess #oooh pretty art :000#crying#spbbing#wailing#why are you doing this to me#I love this I am in PAIN

@sinhasfluffyheadfur #absolute fave#SCREAMS CRIES EXPLODES INTO A MILLION PIECES#YOU.#YOU ARE THE AO LIE ANGST PERSON IN MY HEAD AND I LOVE YOU#YOUR ART IS VERY PRETTY ALSO#but mostly AAAAAAWHHWNNSJJJJDNHHSJDUWUREURRURYUEUEAAA#throwing up wailing ripping out my heart#eating you alive#pos#probably pos. who knows what I feel at this point#I don’t think I’ll ever recover . your stuff has a hold on me

@hangcastles #WHATS WRONG EITH YOU#GAH!!!!!!!!!!#fav

@sunsage #𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓂𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓁 (gallery)#𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒 (me)#ao lie tag tba#man all of dr chalks artworks are like a stab in the chest#that's his little brother...#of course he misses him so much

@starlightsuncrow #WAIT CHALK YOU ARE HERE TOO??#*proceeds to cry on both twitter and tumblr over this*

@spibyeyler #i wanna to say you're reason why i really like ao lie now#and swk & ao lie duo#bc DAMN HOW YOU DRAW THEM!! /pos

@crossed-worlds #white horse baker: ao lei#king of the earth: wukong#look I love them okay?

@drifting-andromeda #sobbing holy shit

@moomshire #im gonna die @kookycutie #Ehehehehe nice! :D

@official-241cookies #oh my god I cannot do this shit no more#I AM DEPRESSO ESPRESSO BUT THE ART IS SLAYING MY BROS#he desperately needs therapy#fucker cannot get closure for shit#PLEASE GET HIM THERAPY I BEG OF YOU I WILL EMPTY MY LIFE SAVINGS FOR IT

@astro-inthestars #oh OW. OW. O W.#WHAT THE FUCK OW.#AO LIE..... HAUHHGHAG

@samathekittycat #AAAAAHHHHHHH 🥺🥺🥺

@knitingtoday #*distant yelling*#fuck!

@fatedefyd #◜sun wukong: mirror / faceclaim.◞#hari don't look

In dreams I get to braid your hair again