#but little do you know duck is aro 2 me

[lesbianfakir]

infected with a midas touch where every drawing I make turns into my silly children. I was like hmmm I will make a silly little sticker as a breather while I work on more serious ones and you'll never guess what happened (MESSY MESSY WIP WARNING)

anyways yay its the besties

[saint-starflicker]

A brief history of my fandoms:

Fox Mulder and Dana Scully (The X-Files) — Doesn't count because I was on Team Platonic, but the gender subversions that I didn't know were subversions, that I thought those are the genders, still did invite a lot of "a person is a person no matter what gender and however else they are different or if they're having a bad day and it makes them mean then it's still important to understand them so you can work together...because there's a serial killer out there who eats human livers, and that is more important to team up against".

Buffy Summers and Redacted For Shipping Flamewar Prevention (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) — I think that I liked what they symbolized to each other in the relationship more than I liked getting to know them. I did read blog essays about how details of this relationship showed a pattern of power imbalance and toxicity/abuse that should not be aspired to in real life, but back then there wasn't this sort of "go into the comments section or inbox of somebody else's blog and tell them that some Big Name Fan said stop shipping"...Instead, I read the essay, I agreed with myself to beware of those patterns in real life, and I kept on shipping because I was not in the first place shipping aspirationally. I was into what they thought they meant to each other, and I already knew that would be unsustainable in real life.

Naoto Shirogane / Kanji Tatsumi (Shin Megami Tensei: Persona 4) — I respect that some people headcanon Naoto as ace aro, or cis while Kanji is completely gay, or that Naoto is plainly not that into Kanji, or even that Naoto is an annoying pompous jerk. I hope there is equal respect on the banks of my little lake island where I love their sort of Chivalric Romance dynamic and I love them both as characters. Shout-out to my partner who puts them in a polyamorous triad with Rise Kujikawa. Go, team kohai, go. I played this on the Playstation 2 console, so I have not been in with the re-release updates.

Killian Jones (Once Upon A Time) — I identified a lot with Emma's emotional issues (not so much the life situation), and I thought Killian's sexual libertine aspect was downplayed and then punished enough canonly that I never took his character as a personal threat so frankly I was a fan of his character too...but canonizing Captain Swan was a mistake. He should have become the town bike, and stayed the town bike, giving crabs to all the 90s Disney princes too. He could still produce a lesbian daughter if the show needed him to have that specific redemption arc that badly. Give us a promiscuous bi Captain Hook, cowards! Make that the face that canonizes a thousand ships!

Laura Hollis / Carmilla Karnstein (KindaTV's Carmilla) — I like Carmilla slightly more to moderately more as a character, but I understand why Laura is the protagonist and doing a fine job of it. The both of them in my opinion make the best portrayal and then deconstruction and then satisfying reconstruction of the monster/everyman type of ship.

Peter Simmonds / Jason McConnell (Bare: A Pop Opera) — I adored and admired Peter, still do even though I can admit to his literally fatal flaws, the show did a good job getting me invested in their relationship in such a short time (Jason had me at "duck"), but I did not understand Jason. Depending on how he's played, I would often go, "I don't want Peter my fictional son to be dating a boy like that" because Jason is several personal issues stacked in a trenchcoat. But then that's actually what made Jason McConnell my favorite character to analyze because in the context of his personal history and life situation...everything he feels and does makes sense if you think about it. But you have to think about it. Nobody being the way he is, with his mind, his emotions, his history, and his situation would have done better—because he could not, he could not, he could not, and I think a crucial part of the work is being open to the concept that neither could you the audience member if you were him. If Jason is the monster, the problem person, then the world he was trapped in turned him into that and that's what needs to change. If people say "he has no excuse" now then my most charitable interpretation is that it's because the world has changed since then. Three cheers for the world, I guess.

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[chibsytelford]

Let’s Go Home Together

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A/N - I have had this song on repeat for days now and kept getting Angel Reyes vibes. I hope you enjoy :)

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I'd never have given you a second look

But I like the way you don't give a damn

You seem like someone I could pick a fight with, and dance all night with

Maybe you'll like me the way I am

As you sat in the packed bar you couldn’t take your eyes off one man. He sat with his arm around the chair next to him, occasionally taking sips of his beer and laughing at things the men around him were saying. You could tell he was confident just by looking at him. He was getting enough female attention to last him a lifetime but he didn’t seem fazed. That intrigued you because he also looked like the type of guy who wouldn’t turn anyone down.

As he got up to get another round of beers you studied him further. He was tall, with dark hair and tattoos that looked like they covered his whole body. His ringed fingers were long and slender and you marveled at him carrying at least 8 bottles back to the table without batting an eyelid. The way he carried himself had you awestruck and you just wanted to know him.

He must have finally felt your eyes on him because he looked straight at you and threw you a smirk. He lifted the beer bottle and held it out in a ‘cheers’ motion before having a drink. The gesture caught you off guard and you ducked out of his view and turned back towards your friends embarrassed that you had been caught checking him out.

You tried to focus on the conversation your friends were having but you had a feeling that someone was watching you this time. You lifted your hand and rubbed the back of your neck where some goose bumps had started to form, a sign that someone was looking your way. You didn’t dare turn around. You hoped it was the same man you’d been watching most of the night, but now that the tables were turned you were less confident and feeling a bit overwhelmed.

You were probably the most under dressed person in the bar. You had decided on a simple pair of jeans, a band t-shirt and a pair of trainers, so to be noticed was a surprise.

“Girl, that guy hasn’t stopped looking at you for the past ten minutes” one of your friends pointed out.

You inwardly groaned. Now they had noticed they would do everything in their power to make you go and talk to him. “Please don’t turn aro-“ you didn’t get to finish your sentence as your friends who had their backs to him whipped their heads around and looked directly at the group of men a couple of tables behind. You kept your head facing forwards, not daring another look.

The girls turned back around giggling, already claiming their target for tonight. “We better leave lover boy over there for Y/N”.

All of a sudden your friends went silent. You felt a tap on your shoulder and you slowly turned yourself around and looked up into the eyes of the man you’d been eyeing up all night. “Angel” he smirked and held out his ringed hand.

“Y/N” you barely managed to get out. “I uh-“

“You’ve been eyeing me up all night, figured I better introduce myself” he interrupted you. Your friends once again giggled and you forced a laugh out too.

“You saw that?” you asked all of a sudden feeling very flustered.

“Yep, I mean you weren’t sly” Angel laughed. “Can I get you a drink?”

You accepted his offer and Angel came back with a beer for him and a vodka and coke for yourself. He grabbed a chair from another table, pulling it up beside yours and sitting himself down. He resumed his previous position and placed his arm around the back of your chair. Your friends all excused themselves, something about needing to freshen up at the bathroom and you could’ve killed them all in that moment.

You picked up the drink and downed it in one go. That was your third of the night and you were not a massive drinker so it hit you quicker than it would other people. You needed some liquid courage as it didn’t look like Angel was going anywhere anytime soon.

Even though you've got bad tattoos and smell like booze

I'm into you

Even though you've got an attitude

Baby, I'm in love

I've said a little too much

I'm a little bit drunk

Feels like I know you so well

You could be everything that I've been missing

I'm coming out of my shell

And I never do that

How did you do that?

It's like I've known you my whole life

So what we'rе a little drunk

Let's go home together

Hours later and you and Angel were still sitting at the table, deep in conversation. He was definitely more than just tattoos, sarcasm, cockiness and a handsome face. You learned that he was very passionate about his club. He didn’t go into detail but he had answered your questions about his kutte and gave you a quick rundown on what they did. He told you about his brother and his mother and you watched in awe at the way his face lit up when he spoke about her. You felt comfortable around him, something that you never expected to happen. At some point you had turned around to face him and your legs were in between his. His hand was supporting your back and every so often he moved his fingers across it.

You kept expecting him to get bored, to stand up and walk away but not once did he look for a way out of talking to you, not once did he look back at the group of men he was here with. He was enjoying every minute spent with you, just like you were with him. You found yourself opening up to him too. You told him about your family, and that your mother had chosen a life of drink instead of a life with you. You had never admitted that to anyone, but for some reason you found yourself telling Angel. He had continuously rubbed your back at that point, showing you that he was listening, silently urging you to go on, to get it all out. You felt a small sense of relief when you had finished, like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders.

Angel then told you about his pops, that he felt like his father didn’t love him as much as his brother, that he felt his father blamed him for his mother’s death. You could tell it was a sore subject, and you showed him you were here for him and listening by picking up his free hand and holding it in your own. To anyone walking past, you looked like a couple who had been together for years, not 2 people who had only met a few hours ago.

You were feeling fully comfortable, and hadn’t touched a drink for a while. You were not fully sober, but you weren’t drunk either. You had noticed that Angel hadn’t been to the bar in a while and secretly you were glad. Every time he got up you immediately missed his warmth, missed his hand on your back, his legs pressed against yours, his laugh, his smile. Part of you was scared. Could you really yearn for someone that quickly? Could you really feel this way about someone who you hadn’t even known yesterday?

“I really like you Y/N” Angel whispered, placing his hand on the side of your face and cupping it gently.  “Can I kiss you?”

You were surprised that he had asked you. You nodded almost immediately and he wasted no time in bringing his lips to yours. You gave him a few pecks and pulled away leaning your forehead on his. You were both smiling like idiots and you shook your head laughing. “I didn’t expect this tonight” you said.

“I don’t want this night to end. I want to take you home, but not for that” he quickly added when he saw you raise your eyebrows. “I want to wake up next to you in the morning, I want to make you breakfast, I want to know more about you”.

You were actually thinking the same thing, but to hear him admit it first made your tummy do flips. It was funny how life put you in situations that could change your life forever. I suppose you could call it fate. You had a good feeling about Angel.

“Let’s go then”.

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[rvnclwrites]

Romania 1999 Pt 2 (Charlie Weasley x Female MC)

Summary: AU where MC is an American who attended the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry instead of Hogwarts. Set eight years post graduation (1999) when she finally gets the nerve to travel abroad and follow her dream to be a Dragonologist in Romania. Check out my master list for part 1.

Word Count: ~4000

"Watch out!" Dave shouted, giving (Y/N) and Charlie just enough time to duck behind the nearest boulder.

A burst of fire filled the air as Aro the Hungarian Horntail roared in disapproval at the swarm of people closing in on him. (Y/N) crouched closer to the dirt, shielding her face from the blaze. Once the heat and smoke died away, she peered over at Charlie who looked like he was having the time of his life.

"Having fun yet?" he asked over another booming roar from Aro.

She returned his grin. "Best time I've had in awhile."

(Y/N) had only been at the Sanctuary for two weeks and could already see why Charlie Weasley was considered the best Dragonologist there. He effortlessly maneuvered around the boulder, staying low to the ground to appear less threatening to Aro, and crawled toward the blazing flames ahead, determined and unafraid. It sparked a memory inside (Y/N) of stories her mom used to tell about (Y/N)'s no-maj grandpa who was a firefighter. (Y/N)'s young mind was mystified by what no-majs managed to do without the help of magic, but as her gaze followed Charlie with his outstretched wand, she couldn't help but think maybe wizards were just as crazy.

"Stupify!" Charlie, along with three other wizards shouted at once. The remaining four, including (Y/N), followed in suit, sending red sparks soaring toward the dragon. At last, the beast collapsed onto the platform, successfully stunned.

"Nice work!" Felix boasted, slapping Charlie on the back. "You too, (Y/N). Quick reaction time and impressive stunning spell."

(Y/N) nodded appreciatively, feeling the last of her adrenaline pulse through her as she helped Dave, Hank and Charlie finish boarding up the dragon so it could be transported to a different area of the Sanctuary. She caught a glimpse of Charlie petting the dragon's tail through the crate and smiled. The most distinguishing factor that separated Charlie from the rest of the team was that he didn't just do this for the thrill or the hard work. He genuinely cared for these creatures and wanted the best for them.

(Y/N) slid her wand into her jacket and turned to ask Charlie a question but reconsidered as the redhead strolled past her.

"Good work today," he said with a nod before continuing down the hill. Something about his long strides and demeanor prevented her from trying to catch up with him.

Despite how hard she tried to ignore it, (Y/N)'s heart sank. The other thing (Y/N) had noticed about Charlie was that he had some sort of indistinguishable pretense up most of the time. She had caught glimpses of what she assumed was the real Charlie- like his excitement moments ago when they were crouched behind that boulder, or his teasing grin on (Y/N)'s first day when he thought Norberta would roast her alive. But the rest of the time it was like he was holding back, keeping to himself and letting others do the talking.

"Don't take it personally," Hank muttered, snapping (Y/N) out of her reverie. "He's like that with everyone."

Not with you or Scott, (Y/N) wanted to point out, but she shrugged instead, not wanting Hank to know that she cared. Because she didn't. She didn't have to be best friends with her mentor. "So who's going to move Aro to the south wing?"

"The night crew takes care of that. Someone oversees on a broom and directs the other workers the safest route."

This peaked (Y/N)'s interest. She had seen a handful of wizards use brooms around the Sanctuary when rounding up or feeding dragons, but her team hadn't gotten the chance to yet. "Do you ever ride a broom here?"

"Lord no. I was never a good flyer. Charlie does the flying in our group."

(Y/N) felt an unexpected wave of annoyance hit her. "I bet I'd be better," she mumbled uncharacteristically, catching even herself off guard.

"Oh really?"

Despite the fact that she wasn't usually that competitive, (Y/N) didn't take it back. She was a good flyer. "Mhmm."

"Do you like Quidditch?"

"Who doesn't?"

Hank laughed. "Guess I should have asked if you play Quidditch."

A pang of nostalgia reverberated in (Y/N)'s chest. "Yeah, I played Beater for four years at Ilvermorny."

A concerning, lopsided grin tugged at the corner of Hank's mouth. "Charlie was the Gryffindor Seeker for five at Hogwarts."

(Y/N) shook her head, resisting an eye roll. "He wouldn't catch a thing if I was playing against him."

"Is that so?" They came to a stop at the bottom of the hill where the other Dragonologists were socializing. "Did you hear that, Scott? (L/N) here thinks she can beat our boy at Quidditch."

All three heads to Hank's left jerked up and stared at (Y/N) as if she had just sprouted multiple heads.

"Come off it, Weasley could have gone pro if he wanted to."

Not wanting to sound pretentious, (Y/N) decided not to mention the two offers she received to play professionally after she graduated. "Guess I'll just have to play him one day and see."

"Darlin', I'd buy you Butterbeer for a month if you won," Hank said, reaching for a drink before plopping down into a chair beside the other three. The men soon began bickering about which Quidditch team was the best this year, and (Y/N) took that as her chance to sneak back to her place and get some rest.

The one major con about her and Charlie not being close was the age gap between (Y/N) and the rest of the team. She got along great with Hank and Scott, but it was different than the dynamic she had with the Magizoologists back home. It would take some getting used to.

-

It was drizzling as (Y/N) began her trek back up the hill to meet Charlie the following morning. They had agreed to start with Ventus, a Welsh Green dragon, and (Y/N) wasn't surprised to find Charlie already at the landing as she approached. She was surprised, however, to find him swearing and clutching his left arm.

"Everything okay?" (Y/N) asked, jogging over to meet him. "Oh man."

A fresh gash stretched across Charlie’s freckled forearm. “I’m fine. Ventus' claw was lodged beneath that boulder and he lashed out once I got it free. I would have waited if it was any of the others, but he's always been so tame. He must have been in pain all night."

(Y/N) turned around to make sure Ventus had calmed down. Luckily, the Common Welsh Green was curled into a ball, seemingly able to rest now that his claw was free. Charlie was lucky this was the breed that had been in pain- any other would have most likely scorched his entire arm.

"I'll go down to Madam Rosetta to get this cleaned up," he said, wincing as he raised his arm to help stop the bleeding. "You can wait here if you want. Just don't approach him until I get back in case his claw still hurts."

"I can fix that for you," (Y/N) said automatically, instinctively reaching for Charlie's arm with one hand and withdrawing her wand with the other.

Charlie flinched as (Y/N)'s fingers closed around his wrist. Whether it was from anticipating pain or the mere physical contact, (Y/N) wasn't sure. Maybe both.

She looked up at him with concern, still holding onto his arm but loosening her grip in case he wanted to pull away. She didn't want to make him uncomfortable. "I mean, I can if you want me to." She attempted a smile. "Promise I won't make it any worse."

Charlie stared at her for a long moment, as if weighing options inside his head, and she felt his rigid posture ease the tiniest bit. "Okay."

(Y/N) cleared her throat and directed her ebony wand at the wound. “Episkey.” Within seconds, the open skin sealed itself shut, leaving but a faint trace of the injury. Charlie began to pull his arm away, but (Y/N) held it in place and muttered, “Ferula.” A white bandage sprang from the tip of her wand and coiled around Charlie's pale skin. "That will help with pain and prevent scarring."

(Y/N) could tell the spell worked because she saw the tension release in Charlie's shoulders as the bandage fastened around his arm. The redhead looked at her with curious brown eyes and she quickly released her grip on him now that the wound was taken care of.

"I didn't know you were a Healer."

"I'm not, I'm a Dragonologist," she corrected, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of her lips, and she was surprised when Charlie returned it. He raised an eyebrow at her, and (Y/N) shrugged her shoulders. "You never asked."

Charlie frowned and turned toward Ventus. "Can you heal creatures too?"

(Y/N) nodded. The process of healing creatures was remarkably different from healing wizards, but that encompassed the majority of her work back home. "Can't say I've worked on all of them, but I've helped a fair share." (Y/N) felt a sudden tightness creep into her throat at the thought of the Reserve back home and attempted to clear it. "You?"

Charlie shook his head. "I've tried but can never seem to get it right. Rosier and Dave’s buddy Logan do most of the healing around here. Must have been one of the reasons Felix was so excited to bring you on."

At first, (Y/N) was relieved to know there was finally something this man wasn’t good at, but then she felt a twinge sympathy at the look on Charlie's face. "You can't be good at everything you know."

He laughed a little. "When you have as many siblings as I do, competitiveness becomes almost innate."

(Y/N)'s attention sparked at Charlie's admission. Everything she had learned about the redhead so far, from his age to his house at Hogwarts to how many years he’d been at the Sanctuary, had been from Hank. That was the first time Charlie himself had told her something about his personal life. Maybe he would come around after all.

Unfortunately, the elation died away as fast as it came when (Y/N) realized she couldn't press him further. If she asked how many siblings he had, Charlie would likely ask if she had any and (Y/N) was hardly in the mood to address that question. So instead, she tried a different approach at friendship. "Want me to show you how to fix Ventus' claw?"

Charlie hesitated. "Aren't I supposed to be the mentor here?"

(Y/N) laughed. "I won't tell."

To her astonishment, he agreed. (Y/N) explained the process thoroughly; the best way to approach, how to distract, tips to ease the pain, the correct wand motion for the spell. Within an hour, Charlie had cast his first successful healing spell on Ventus.

"I can't believe that worked," he said, staring down at Ventus' unscathed hind leg resting comfortably on the grass.

(Y/N) nudged his shoulder with her elbow. "Told ya you could do it."

Charlie turned to look at her, and (Y/N) was horrified to feel a flutter in her stomach as their eyes met. She stepped away from the dragon and from Charlie, abruptly disregarding whatever fluke feeling that was.

"We should probably go feed Norberta before she gets too hungry."

Charlie nodded, and the two started down the path towards the Norwegian Ridgeback. "Thanks," he said after a moment. "I really appreciate the help back there."

"Anytime," (Y/N) said with a smile. She really hoped he would take her up on that offer sometime.

-

A couple weeks turned into a month faster than (Y/N) anticipated. The summer leaves were turning orange and the temperature was dropping to a comfortable breeze in the evening. Most importantly, she had succeeded at nearly every task Charlie or Felix handed her and was starting to feel more apart of the team everyday.

Her and Charlie's relationship had improved a little after that day with Ventus, but she still wouldn't go as far as to say they were friends. (Y/N) had continued giving him occasional lessons on healing and Charlie talked more when she was around, but there was still some sort of a barrier that (Y/N) couldn't figure out. She still tried to convince herself she didn't care, but as (Y/N) waited for her friends' responses to her letters, she couldn't help but feel the weight of loneliness creep up on her more and more.

"So, what's this I hear about you being better than me at Quidditch?" Charlie asked as he sat across from (Y/N) at the team's picnic table.

(Y/N) choked on her porridge, feeling heat crawl up her neck as everyone at the table turned to look at her. "I didn't necessarily say I was better," (Y/N) clarified after swallowing her food. "I just said you wouldn't catch the Snitch if I was playing against you."

Charlie raised an eyebrow at an uncharacteristically bashful Hank, who added, "You did say you'd be a better flyer though."

(Y/N) smiled and continued eating her breakfast, feeling no regret or need to deny that accusation.

"Ha!" Hank shouted, slapping the table. "Look at that smirk. I have all the faith in the world that this gem right here will be your downfall, Weasley."

"Well, we can't find out who's the better Quidditch player on the grounds," Scott said, making a point to pause and glare at Hank. "Because someone has horrible aim. But we can easily find out who the best flyer is."

That caught (Y/N)'s attention. She wasn't able to bring her broom from home and would give just about anything to ride on one.

"They would have to ride the same broom so it's fair," Hank said.

"I'll ride any broom you give me," (Y/N) said, feeling excitement bubble up in her stomach. Even though it had been less than two months, it felt like it had been ages since (Y/N) and her friend Rowan had soared around the Khanna family's farm on (Y/N)'s last day in America. The nostalgic knot hurled it's way back into (Y/N)'s stomach at the thought of Rowan, and she prayed someone would get her a broom. Flying was definitely what she needed.

"I believe we've got a coupl'a Nimbus 2008s up in the storage shed by Aro."

"Well, what are we waiting for then," Scott said, seizing Hank by the arm and lifting him to his feet. "We'll find the brooms and meet you kids by the entrance gate."

As Scott and Hank raced up the hill, (Y/N) and Charlie got to their feet, starting toward the entrance to the Sanctuary.

"Sure you wanna do this?"

(Y/N) grinned. "I just hope you're better at flying than you are at healing Norberta's tail." After a half hour explanation, Charlie still somehow managed to shrink the poor beast's tail instead of mending the wound, which made resizing it without enlarging the injury incredibly difficult.

Charlie's mouth dropped open, but (Y/N) could tell he wasn't actually offended. In fact, that playful grin she had only managed to glimpse once so far made an unexpected return. "Oh, you're going to regret that."

"Whatever you say, dragon boy."

Charlie's fiery red brows raised, and (Y/N) didn’t exactly know where that nickname came from, but she decided she liked it.

Scott and Hank took longer than expected, and (Y/N) found out why when Scott began explaining the rules.

“No, they have to go under that tree branch first and then over the pine tree with the red marker on it. Then they’ll go into the extreme dive, pull up no sooner than this blue marker right here, which gives them a straight shot to the landing up there where they have to loop-the-loop before dismounting. First to touch down wins. Sound good?”

(Y/N) nodded, taking a moment to observe the area the way she would a Quidditch pitch. She knew Charlie would likely be better at the extreme dive and pull up since he was a Seeker, but she had the under-and-over and loop-the-loop mastered from years of chasing after Bludgers.

“Ready?” Charlie asked as they each mounted their broomstick.

(Y/N) gripped the handle, letting her eyes flutter shut for a moment and a slow exhale fall from her lips as she relaxed onto the broom. Boy was she ready. She glanced from the branch, to the pine tree, to the marker near the ground, to the landing and nodded. “Whenever you are.”

“On the count of three,” Scott announced, taking the job way more seriously than anyone else would have. “One… two… THREE!”

Charlie and (Y/N) kicked off the ground and shot into the air as cheers erupted behind them. Apparently Hank and Scott weren’t the only people wanting to see someone beat Charlie.

But (Y/N)’s mind was far from the crowd as fresh air filled her lungs and her hair whipped behind her. She felt like she was on cloud nine as she and Charlie swooped down to fly beneath the first branch, each switching off for the lead every second. One advantage (Y/N) had as a Beater was she was used to distractions. Seekers were primarily solo players, focused on catching the Snitch while the rest of the team watched their back. The two Beaters, on the other hand, not only protected their team but also created chaos for the other.

So (Y/N) attempted to fluster Charlie, mimicking every move he made within a mere foot of him. She could tell he wasn’t used to sharing his personal space on the broom when his eyes caught hers as they reached the top of the pine tree. Neither hesitated as they launched into the extreme dive, the only part (Y/N) felt less comfortable with. As she expected, Charlie executed the pull up flawlessly, showing off a little by how close to the ground he was willing to go. (Y/N)’s dive wasn’t as deep or graceful, but it was enough to hit the marker, sending her heart thudding in excitement as she began the loop-the-loop. While several wizards became dizzy and disoriented from the move, (Y/N) loved the drop in her stomach and the freeing effect it had. She had performed the tightest continuous loop of her Ilvermorny class and set out to do the same right now. She whipped passed Charlie on the final loop, flying out of it and dismounting on the landing effortlessly, touching down less than five seconds before Charlie did.

Once she was steady on her feet, (Y/N) exhaled again, smiling so hard her cheeks hurt as she stared down at the breathtaking scenery below.

“Bloody hell,” Charlie breathed, stepping beside her and brushing his ruffled hair from his face. “That was- I mean you were-”

(Y/N) laughed. Apparently flying could be added to the list of things that made Charlie’s guard slip. “You weren’t so bad yourself.”

The corner of Charlie's mouth twitched and he looked as if he was about to say something else, but unfortunately their moment was cut short by the thunderous shouts approaching from Hank and Scott in the background.

“That was incredible,” Hank howled, coming up to clap (Y/N) on the back. “We’re all going to the pub tonight.

"Yeah," Scott chimed in. "Anything you want is on me.”

(Y/N) laughed again, keeping a firm grip on the broomstick in her hands. “The only thing I want is this broom."

“Sweetheart, I’m sure Felix will let you fly that broom anytime you want after a ride like that,” Hank reassured her.

(Y/N) suddenly wasn’t as fond of all the attention when she realized nearly every team had been watching her and Charlie- even the research team had decided to join them at the pub. (Y/N) felt overwhelmed from the excitement and chatter as everyone sat down and ordered drinks. She appreciated everyone’s compliments, but all she really wanted was to be back up on that landing, looking out at the Sanctuary.

Thinking of the landing sent (Y/N)’s gaze searching across the table for Charlie’s freckled face. He always sat across from her at the Sanctuary, so she was surprised to not find him there but rather in the seat right beside her. Her stomach did a loop-the-loop of its own as he smiled at her.

"Bet you didn’t thinking beating me would be this big of a deal," he said, leaning over to ensure (Y/N) could hear over the crowd.

A shiver trailed down (Y/N)’s neck, and she forced a laugh. “No, not quite.”

The redhead chuckled before taking a sip of his Butterbeer and clinking his glass against hers. “Well you deserve it. You were awesome out there.”

(Y/N) was grateful for the dim lighting as she felt her whole body grow hot. She took a final swig from her glass, giving her an excuse to get up for a minute. “I’m going to get another drink. Anyone need anything?”

(Y/N) was beyond surprised when Sydney stood up, a smile coating her smooth, tan face. “I’ll go with you. Dave and I need a refill too.”

Leaning against the bar, (Y/N) ordered another Butterbeer while Sydney ordered a shot of fire whiskey and some Pumpkin Juice.

“You were really amazing today,” Sydney said, picking up the tall glass of Pumpkin Juice the bartender set in front of her. “But can I give you some advice?”

(Y/N) stiffened, instantly uncomfortable by the tone of Sydney's voice. Confrontation was not one of (Y/N)’s strong suits. “Sure?”

The beautiful blond swirled her straw around the glass and looked down at the floor. She seemed nervous. “I just thought you should know you’re wasting your time.”

(Y/N) blinked at her, completely lost. “I’m sorry, I’m not sure I understand what you mean.”

Sydney frowned. “What I mean is we get it. I mean look at him. He’s attractive, successful. We’ve practically all had a crush on him at some point, but I just thought I should warn you before you get hurt. Charlie doesn’t date anyone. Like ever. Hell, at this point I think there would be more of a chance of finding him with a dragon than a woman.”

(Y/N) nearly knocked over the freshly filled glass of Butterbeer the bartender placed in front of her. "Excuse me?"

Sydney slid a tip across the table before turning back to (Y/N). "I just wanted to spare you some heartache because Charlie is obtuse and doesn't know when he's leading people on."

A spark of protectiveness for the redhead flared through (Y/N) so unexpectedly, she couldn't stop herself from saying, "I hardly think it's Charlie's fault if someone else can't take a hint."

The innocent glow in Sydney's blue eyes vanished faster than (Y/N) could say Nox. She straightened and grabbed the whiskey from the counter. “Suit yourself then. Don’t say I didn’t try to warn you.”

(Y/N) waited until Sydney walked away to return to her seat between Charlie and Hank. Her mind was attempting to organize a million thoughts at once and she suddenly felt exhausted.

What irked (Y/N) the most though was the gnawing thought at the back of her head asking why hadn't she just corrected Sydney? She should have brushed it off with a laugh and said she wasn't interested in anyone here like that.

“Everything alright?” Charlie asked, and as those brown eyes stared down at her, (Y/N) was not okay with the answer that voice in her head gave.

“Oh yeah,” (Y/N) said, rubbing a hand over her face. "Just ready to get some sleep soon."

"You're gonna need it because tomorrow we're getting three new rescues shipped in."

(Y/N) felt her thoughts untangle the slightest bit at this. Dragons. That's why she was here. And that was it.

[soupncrackwrs]

Okay so I had an idea for an AFTG fic but again I’m horrible at anything that isn’t hc’s so here we are (feel free to make this into a fic if you want just credit me) *Also all pairing in this are platonic besides andreil and mattdan soo, don’t like get out*

This spawned from that fact that one of my 3 PTP’s (platonic trust pairing) in AFTG is Kev and Neil

This is probably my PTP that has the most popularity in the fandom I’d say (my other 2 are Renee/Andrew/Neil and Neil/Dan which are both *really* hard to find ((at least on ao3)) so that sucks) but you’d be surprised how little it gets like actually focused on

Most times, platonic wise, Neil gets shown bonding with The MonstersTM, Allison, or Matt

wHICH IS FINE IM TOTALLY OKAY W/ THAT

I just happen to enjoy neil/dan, kev/neil,and renee/andrew/neil more

So I wanted a fic that really showcased kev and neils relationship

BUT IM ALSO IN LOVE WITH OUSIDER POV SO THIS HAPPENED

Now onto the actual headcanon

So neil and kevin are like best friends

They've been like that for a while

but they also like fucking despise each other

like they love and care deeply for each other and would probably die for the other if the situation called for it

but will that stop them from almost killing each other 24/7?

HELL NO

so they go to college together

along with all the upperclassmen (so matt+dan+allison+renee+seth) but not the monsters

andrew and neil have been together for a bit

they met around the same time kev and neil did so they've been together for a while (also while we're talking abt relationships, i don't ship renison ((am i the only one who believes that renee is a strong aro gal who don't need no man/lady/person)) but if you wanna make this renison, go ahead)

andrew goes to a different college tho ( for some reason i dunno)

and neil doesn't really like sharing stuff abt his personal life

we all know this

but a lot of the stuff he's done in his life involves andrew

so drew is brought up a fair amount

but when the upperclassmen ask who he is neil kinda just smiles and then moves on so they ask kevin and he's like

oh andrew is like one of my bffls he's a ride or die

(obviously not phrased like that)

and the upperclassmen r like 'ok he can be trusted he's a friend'

(little do they know hehhehhe-)

sO ONE DAY

kev is tryna forget all his issues

so he decides to get hella pissed

wasted like he's never been b4

probably cause thea broke up w/ him last week but we don't talk abt that okay shhhhhhh

so he goes to the next party alli throws and

let's say it together kids

gets wasted like he's never been b4

to the point where the upperclassmen don't really know wht to do with him????

so they call up neil like yo pick up kev he's drunk off his ass like always but we think he's doing it cause he's sad this time'

so neil, being the good and sweet angel (not) that he is

goes to pick up kevin

and like he finds him on a coach almost catatonic just rambling to himself

so neil picks him up and drags him away to his car

and ofc all the upperclassmen r trying to help

so while neil is putting kevin into his car kev randomly just stops talking

(which is weird cause he's kept rambling this entire time)

and he looks neil in the eyes and goes

'i love you neil'

and neil just like takes a second

pAuSeS

because he's not used to people showing him love even tho so many ppl rlly do love him (this boy is2g-)

and then quietly says

'love you too kev'

and finishes buckling him up

all the upperclassmen have been watching this going on the entire time and they read into in the exact wrong way

(they're trying their best, my baby dumbasses, but they're just wrong)

and think this is a romantic love confession between frenimies *instead* of the declaration of mutual respect and affection between 2 bro's that it is

matt is the first one to voice this after kev and neil leave and he is

PUMPED

he is super excited that his bro has found someone to love just like he found dan and is super excited to like talk abt love and go on double dates n stuff

and every one else agrees

which is why they're all super disappointed that by the time a week goes by, nothing has changed between them

so dan matt and allison decide to do something about it (renee+seth ducking out because'it's rude to meddle' and 'why tf would i care abt jostens love bullshit')

they try to set up kevin and neil a bunch of different time s

once with the offer of a study session that they all say they can't make it to, leaving neil and kevin alone

another time with the offer of kevin and neil going to the movies w/ matt and dan

(neil ends up busy w/ a skype date with andrew that he can't pass up cause they're always so busy and he has to see his boyf so kevin just ends up 3rd wheeling matt and dan)

and once with allison straight up just telling neil that he and kevin should get coffee some time

which neil respond to with

'we already get coffee together?'

so dan matt and alli are stumped

they don't know what to do with these 'lovesick' idiots

they're problem gets solved tho don't you worry

so the next weekend, andrew is gonna come over to psu and stay for like a week

neil is oVER THE MOON

HE IS SOO HAPPYYYYY

And kevin is really happy too

so the upperclassmen take this to mean that these boys have finally gotten the hint and asked each other out

so imagine they're suprise when the next time the group goes to get lunch (which they do with each other every wednesday )

a super short blond emo joins them

and no one really acknowledges it?!?!?!?!?!?

until renee is just like 'hello andrew, how are you?' knowing smile on her face

and the upperclassmen are just like 'oh it's the famous andrew, that makes sense' but then they're like 'wait how does renee know andrew?!?!'

they ask and renee is just like 'neil gave me his discord. he thought we'd get along well'

-and then they're just like okayyy renee totally has a crush but well let it slideee

uNTIL

at the end of lunch neil is just like 'oh wait i never properly introduced him-' -cause you're a mess, junkie' -fuck off andrew' then just turns to the upperclassmen and says

'guys this is my boyfriend andrew'

and the foxes just silently freak out

because neil is in love with kevin? it's so clear? why did neil go and get a boyf when he has his love right in front of him??????

so after lunch, matt dan and alli ask to talk to neil privately

(andrew, kev,and renee all talk together while seth like, looks at his phone)

and they're like 'neil why'd you get a boyf??'

and neils like 'wdym?'

and alli says 'why'd you get a boyf if your so obviously in love w/ kevin?!'

and neil just LAUGHS at them

straight up cackles

and then the upperclassmen are like whaaaaattttt????

we saw your declaration of love at the party??

and you're both really close and seem to genuinely like and be interested in each other??

what gives????

and neils like

'me n kev are besties

that was a platonic declaration of love

also

i'm demi and me and drew have been together for like 3 years now'

and the upperclassmen are just like 'ooooooooooooooooohhhhhh sorryyyyyyyyy'

it's the first time alli has ever lost a bet (it was w/ seth abt neils feelings for kevin)

neil tells andrew abt it and the shortie just snorts and is like 'kevin would fuck a racket quicker than he'd fuck you'

neil is like 'i'm basically exy personified tho, soooooo'

drew tells him to shut up

(he does when andrew asks yes or no, just nods his head and smiles)

renee knew all along and is happy for her friends

kevin just wants to play exy he's been deprived the entire post

So yeah that's the entire headcanon. If you want some music to listen to while you write or just in general i recommend "I lost a Friend" by FINNEAS and "Corduroy Dreams" by Rex Orange County. they don't really have anything to do with the story, they're just real good :) Thanks for reading. see y'all later



[logically-asexual]

The ten question Tumblr trial (?)

Well apparently @de-is-me came up with this and it sounds fun so let’s get started. 👀

Secret:

Uuh. Hmm. Okay….

Even though i am so happy about being ace and grey-romantic here I sometimes feel ashamed of it irl. It’s mostly because my brother is one of those guys that just go around having new girlfriends every week and my parents sort of praise him for that.

And being me, not even having held someone’s hand romantically at my 17 years, well… it feels wrong. But it’s only occasionally, I still love being like this and will continue to be proud of my identity :)

Question 1: If you could become any character from your fandom(s), who would you choose and why?

Answer:

From the sides pobably Virgil, because he can just stand there being emo and dark and lazy and no one will judge him or hate him because of that.

I’m not quite part of the Harry Potter fandom but if I could ever be one fictional character from anywhere I’d love to be Luna Lovegood. (No bias because of the name lol)

Question 2: Who is/are your favorite Tumblr fan-writer/artist/creator o’ stuff?

Answer:

@randomslasher @softbludemon @inalandofmythandtimeofmagic (has just written a little but they’ve been masterpieces) @ what-even-is-thiss @princeyandanxiety @holdnarrytight @dan-yuna @velocifoxy @analogically-prinxiety @pirate-patton @romananalogicality @pat-on-verge @obviouslyelementary @ec-sanderssides and many more but I will stop now just because this is getting too long.

*these are from the sanders sides only. There are other artists here I like but won’t tag because I’m just like one of their millions of followers

Question 3: ;) ;) Tumblr crush(s)? ;) ;)

Answer:

Well, I wouldn’t call it a crush because I don’t get those easily but I think squish is something that exists and works?? Im not sure because I’m not aro but … anyway. If that’s the case @ what-even-is-thiss. But don’t tell him. Also this composer that has like 16k followers but I relate to a lot and like is @ you-had-me-at-e-flat-major (but don’t tell him asdfghj)

Question 4: If you could have coffee/hot-cocoa with any Tumblr person/people), who would you chose?

Answer:

.-. I can’t it’s too many people. First of all people with whom I have chatted with through messages. Y'all are all so cool and I already know you a little enough to know that. Apart from them uuh well the squishes or whatever they should be called.

Question 5: What do you think of the person/people who tagged you?

Answer:

You’re freaking awesome, dude. You draw so cool and are just a great person. And I love you for being the one to sent me the text first because I suck at starting conversations.

Question 6: What is your follower count? How many people are you following?

Answer:

My follower count rn is 979. (I need to think of something to celebrate 1k but I have no idea so plis help.)

Question 7: Do you draw/write/create anything yourself? If so, what is your favorite piece you’ve done?

Answer:

I’ve drawn a couple things… and wrote some other couple things… but eeeh the butterfly sides is perhaps my favorite. I loved drawing them! It was fun and sweet and relaxing ^-^ (even if I forgot Roman’s antennas please forgive me)

Question 8: What is your favorite thing to get anonymously sent into your ask/submissions box? Why?

Answer:

You sweet people saying such nice things because they always lift me up after having bad days.

Question 9: What is one thing you’re insecure about? Then, what do you think is your best feature?

Answer:

One insecurity?? How do I pick? Eeehm probably my intelligence. I feel so stupid all the time, and before I compensated it with good grades but now I don’t get those either so I feel stupid at everything.

Best feature, duck. I am? Empathetic? I think… Hmm or maybe that I try my best at being open minded and learning about me and about other people and to be supportive.

Question 10: What is your favorite inspirational/silly/weird quote?

Answer:

Aaah I don’t know Im never thinking of quotes… I’m just going to share this from the movie Hidden Figures:

Also because I’m no decision maker:

“Your soul has fallen to pieces. Good. Rearrange them to suit yourself” ~Hermann Hesse

The only thing left is tagging people but I don’t like tagging people in stuff it makes me anxious and I already tagged a bunch in the other question… If the people tagged there want to do it then that counts?

Also anyone who sees this and wants to do this feel free to do so and tag me so I can know a bit more about you ^-^ I love getting to know you guys, really :D

[wolfie-rood]

The Fight's End - Chapter 2

All I could see was pools of blood; my blood. It covered the pristine marble floors as he continued to stab any part of me he could touch. Without much effort, I collapsed and died of blood loss.

I was drowning; He made an effort to hold my head underwater. I kicked and punched while trying to scream for air; only swallowing more water in the process. Before I knew it, I had grown tired and fell unconscious. I never woke up after that.

He stared at me with a smile that made my blood run cold; his eyes glimmered with insanity as he held the bloodied knife to my neck. He chuckled darkly and a crimson liquid suddenly covered him. He had slit my-

I jolted up in my seat and glanced around the dull, science classroom; trying to catch my breath. No one seemed to notice my sudden outburst, and I sighed in relief.

Damn those… those visions I cursed to myself. This happens quite often; though, I haven’t gotten such gruesome visions in a few years. But, they’ve been happening more and more recent since last week. I want to pretend it’s nothing, yet I can’t help but get a bad feeling…

I get so many of these visions, and I know so much about my past lives. I created the Divine Beasts and was a good friends with a boy whose soul mission is to kill me as many times as he pleases. I was the adopted sister of a Zora king, and I’d carve memories out of wood for my Zora nephew. But even when I know so much, there’s still so many questions unknown to me, which scares me.

Who is this boy out to kill me, and why does he feel that killing me is a good idea? Why do I keep getting revived when I no longer have a useful purpose?

I stopped thinking and took in a deep breath. No, Kari. It doesn’t matter. Just live your life one day at a time; take care of any problems that happen to show up.

My breathing finally calmed down, and the bell rang; signaling my study hall. The day was certainly moving slowly, but I’d be out of here soon enough. With a smile, I grabbed my things and made my way to the rooftop stairs. I pushed past some random students while I dashed upwards without getting tired. I excitedly opened the door, expecting Faith to be up here… She wasn’t.

“Huh…” I dropped my bag by the door and looked around before making my way to the safety railing. Slowly, I slid my shoes off and hopped up onto the railing like it was a tightrope. “Strange. She’s usually here before me.” I murmured to myself. My hand found its way to my scarf as I grew nervous.

“How unfortunate.” A voice chimed. I looked up to see a boy leaning against the doorway, who was smirking. I froze; knowing this was the boy who has recently been haunting me every time I close my eyes. “At least she won’t be here to witness the things I’m going to do to you.”

I quickly got down from the railing; paranoid that he’d push me off. The boy laughed quietly, and I vaguely wondered what he thought was so funny.

He had purple hair tinted with black, and green eyes that practically gleamed crazily in the sunlight. His clothes were casual, and the colors were dark which only seemed fitting for someone with a dark personality.

He casually began strolling around the roof, and I followed the opposite of his actions to keep an equal distance from him. Soon, he was standing by the railing while I was at the door. “Alright, cut the chit-chat. Who are you?”

“16 years of regaining memories without my help, and you don’t even know my name?” He questioned dramatically. Then, the green-eyed boy put his hand over his heart. “I’m truly hurt, Kari!”

I scoffed and kept my hand close to the door in case I need to make an escape. “Well, you obviously know me.”

“Oh, yes. I know all about you, my pint-sized friend.”

My jaw dropped at the insult. The only one who’s allowed to make fun of my height is Faith, and even then I have my limits. “Oh, what-?”

“In fact, I know you so well that I can tell you how you got every scar on your body. For example, that strange blotch of skin above your left, big toe? You burned yourself by dropping a torch near your feet after I snuck up on you in our first lives.” Huh, so that’s where that came from… His chilling smirk then grew wider. “Unfortunately, I can’t possibly explain your… petite problem.” I growled furiously, but he simply shook his head and began walking toward me. My anger faltered as fear began to take over.

I swallowed hard as he continued to slowly stalk forward. “T-That’s great and all, but you never answered my question.” I muttered defensively; trying to hide my minor stutter. At this point, my heart was pounding, and my breathing was audible; My hand gripped the white scarf tightly, as well.

“Are you scared, Runt?” He wondered curiously, but his words were more threatening than anything else. The boy then glared at me. “Because you should be. I may have been born in a similar way as you, but I have powers I haven’t even tried. My strength easily surpasses the strongest Goron champions, while my magic can rival the Goddesses themselves. I’m not one to be taken lightly, Kari.” I was close enough to feel his breath, and I had to tilt my head up to meet his murderous gaze.

His anger broke for a moment as his Emerald eyes wandered to the stairwell behind me. “Seems as though your late friend has decided to finally show up.” He commented. The purple-haired boy took a few steps back and turned his attention to me. “I suppose I’ll have to cut our little chat short for now, but not because it matches your height.” He saluted me in a mocking way, and my hands curled into tight fists. “Until next time, my vertically challenged comrade!”

“Kari!” Faith yelled happily which made me turn around. She came into view with a big smile on her face. “Hey, Shorty!”

“Runt”

“pint-sized friend”

“Vertically challenged comrade”

My blood began boiling as I remembered all the awful nicknames that jerk gave me. “- so yeah. Dumb teachers, am I right?” Faith finished, and I realized I wasn’t even listening.

“Um, yeh.” I replied uncertainly. We walked over to the safety railing and sat on it with our legs dangling above the street below. Meanwhile, I searched the roof for that boy. He seemed to disappear, and I didn’t know if I should be worried or relieved.

Faith looked at me with concerned eyes. “Hey, Kari… You alright? You look like you just saw a ghost, or something.” She laughed nervously.

“Yeh. The ‘or something’ part sounds about right.” I muttered.

“Huh?”

“Nothing, I just haven’t been feeling well.”

She nodded. “I’ve noticed. You haven’t been getting much sleep lately. Everything okay at home?”

I stared at her in shock before smiling softly. I’ve done everything in my power to keep my sleep issues to myself, but Faith is my best friend. Why am I surprised that she could see right through me? “Yeh, I think I just need a new mattress, maybe.”

“Oh what? You should’ve told me! I would have gotten you one for your birthday!” Faith cried.

My laughs echoed through the air. It was nice to laugh… “C'mon, we’ve got about an hour to hang out before our last classes of the day.”

We sat on the railing together and just talked about our day. Of course, I left out the whole ‘psycho out to get me’ bit as to not worry my friend.

“So, gym was fun.” Faith started sarcastically. I said nothing, but continued to listen. “Just- ugh! That damned Aros! I hate that stupid fish! He thinks he’s all that just because he’s some high class Zora, or whatever!”

I rolled my eyes. “Well, yeh. He’s one of the few Zora who are able to use the sacred healing ability; you know just as well as I do that magic like that is passed down through the royal bloodline.” It’s true, I’ve practiced healing incantations before, but it was extremely difficult. And I was created by the gods themselves!

“Yeah I know. Stupid snarky brat pushed me during PE. Here, can you look at this scab I got because of him-?”

I quickly covered my eyes. “Ew, no! I don’t want to see it!”

“Oh c'mon! I’ve been picking at it for like two hours now, and it’s starting to hurt!” Faith rolled up her sleeve and shoved her scraped up elbow into my face.

“Faith, no!” I laughed slightly uncomfortably. “Come on, that’s gross!”

“Kiss it better?”

I shoved her playfully. “Absolutely not!”

~~

The rest of the day played out how it usually would. I went to history (and fell asleep because duh) before ducking behind the school and warping home. By the time I finished up my schoolwork, my mom had already gotten home and started dinner. We talked about our days as she cooked, and we both went to our rooms after eating.

I changed into some baggy clothes and flopped onto my bed; staring at the boring ceiling. I briefly mused about putting some stickers up there, but I quickly put the thought away for later. Of course I couldn’t fall asleep for the fourth night in a row, but it wasn’t too surprising considering the day I had.

That boy…

“I’m not one to be taken lightly, Kari.”

The mysterious boy’s words echoed in my head, and I shuddered involuntarily. Of course he’s not; he’s killed me countless times before. What makes this time any different? I sat up and reached for my scarf; hugging it close to my chest. For a moment I thought I’d have a panic attack, but I was able to calm myself down. I know I’ve been through this before in my past lifetimes, but I can’t remember if I was ever as scared and vulnerable like this…

For the first time in years, I don’t know what I should do to fix this…

And that terrifies me.

~~

Destroy her.

“Patience is virtue.” The violet haired boy chuckled to himself while staring out the window. He sat on the sill with one leg propped up and the other dangle out towards the street. “This one; she’s different from the others. I can practically taste the fear on her.” He subtly licked his lips and smirked. “To think she’d believe I’d be so merciful as to push her off the roof.” He laughed. “No, I think I’d rather take my time with you, my little runt.”

~~~~~

Hey yeah! I did a thing! I’m actually extremely proud of this, and I think I actually have a solid story arch for this! By that, I mean I have a decent ending, and then stuff for something of a sequel(?), but not much planned for the story in-between But it’s okay, I have a funny way of making this stuff work out for me somehow. And I’d never post something I didn’t love, so this story is in good hands. I know I won’t update this story every week, but you can bet almost each week, I’ll have a sweet oneshot out for you guys.

Speaking of which, Wednesday. Keep an eye out for the super long one I have planned for you. Honestly, it also has the potential for a second or even third part. So that’ll be fun.

… I’ll just leave this here in case people want to give me any issues. Disclaimer: I do not own Kari, Core, or anything Legend of Zelda related. I own Faith, Aros, and a few faces that’ll be showing up soon. Otherwise, I don’t own stuff.

Also, just gonna tag the owner and creator of Kari and Core, @karikitdemon​

Requests always OPEN.