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bump1nthen1ght · 2 months ago

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A Very Monstrous Kinktober (2024) Day 26 - Gangbang

Kink: GangBang

Pairing: F!Reader x M!Werebears

Other Kinks: Breeding, Mating Rituals

Warnings: Non-Con

Word Count: 1976 words

Kinktober Masterlist

They’d been following you for days.

Not that you would’ve noticed, too lost in the beauty of your backpacking trail. If you weren’t hyper focusing on the beautiful flowers that decorated the sides, you were looking through your binoculars at far away flocks of birds, comparing them to your nature guide and trying to identify off the vague details you could see.

No, you were oblivious to the three bears trailing you, assuming the cracks of snapped tree branches and rustling leaves were the normal sounds of the forests. This backpacking trail was rather remote, part of its appeal, and most wildlife was avoidant of humans.

Keyword on most.

“I get her pussy next.”

The voice is muffled in the cacophony of noises; covered by the slapping of skin, the grunting of feral men, and the slobbering of your mouth

“I heard you the first five times, Bernard.” The bear behind you, Theo, grunts out each word. His general attitude seems to be ‘agitated’, with a permanent furrow in his brow. Given his angry expression you’d never guess he was even interested in you as a mate, seeming more annoyed by his whole affair than anything else. But the fervent desperation of his hips, the deep marks he no doubts leaves in your hips from gripping them so hard, betray a deep-seated desire that his demeanor otherwise conceals. He fucks you like an animal in heat, just as focused on breeding you as he is on claiming your insides as his own. You guess it's not an incorrect comparison to make.

“Don’t want you to forget.” Bernard curses, rolling hips so his cockhead juts against the back of your throat. His scent feels stuffed up your nose, your face buried so deep in his furry crotch that the lingering fear of asphyxiation passes across your bewildered mind. It's quickly overshadowed by the salty taste of cum on your tongue and the burning in your neck. His paws are gentler, not yanking in your hair and one even caressing the side of your face. But he still fucks your face like its a toy, no thought in how much more fragile human women are. “You look like you’re losing your mind back there.”

“Fuck off.” Theo holds his hips inside you, rubbing his head against your cervix. A full body shiver rolls down him, vibrating against your ass cheeks. It's only a temporary reprieve, Theo quick to resume his desperate humping, sweaty balls slapping against your clit.

“And t-then me?”

My god, you forgot there was a third one.

“Yes, Orson. You’ll get your turn.”

“Maybe.” Theo grunts under his breath.

The third bear may be less in stature, but is still intimidatingly large. Pushing 7 feet, its only his shaky voice that betrays his youth. That and his compliance to the other two. He had gotten a couple minutes of pawing at your breasts when they first took you, quick to rip off your clothes and ogle your naked form, but that was the extent of his involvement so far. For now he waits in the corner, jerking off his monster of a cock, eyes roving over your jiggling ass cheeks and bulging cheeks,

“Not a maybe, a yes. Don’t you remember being a young cub, Theo?”

“Not right now I don’t, fuck.”

His balls feel taut this time, pressed up snug against your throbbing clit. You’re surprised you even have the awareness to notice that, maybe some unconscious part of your brain remembering prior trysts, or an instinctual one, knowing you're about to get bred.

“Gonna fill you up, little bear.” Theo curses again, hips punishing in their pace even as he reaches orgasm. “Gonna fill you with my cubs.”

You can just make out Bernard rolling his eyes in your blurred vision, tears still clogging up the sides, running rivers down your cheeks. They’re not even from fear anymore, the constant bullying to your gag reflex forcing them out of you.

“Ungh.” Grunts Bernard, your throat contracting with the whines and winces from Theo’s intense pace. His hips snap like an ax against a tree trunk, though your pelvis is far less sturdy.

“Oh-fuck!” Your toes curl as Theo finally, blissfully, explodes inside of you. His cum shots are violent like the rest of him, gushes of it violating your poor womb. You can feel his cock pulsing from within your walls, shooting rope after rope of his seed.

A warm paw caresses the side of your face, though it’s not Bernard. Your delirious gaze sweeps to the side, where a bold Orson, taking advantage of the surly Theo’s disheveled state, has sidled up next to you. Those cute, teddy-bear ears have perked up, his jaw glistening with drool.

Theo lays heaving behind you, trying to get his bearings as his cock softens inside your pussy. Bernard clicks his teeth.

“You had your turn, move.”

“Fuck you.” Theo grunts, but pulls out obediently.

You had thought Theo was the top dog (top bear?) in this group, what with his general aggro aura. But from the little quips that go ignored, the orders that get followed, you have a feeling Bernard is more dominant than you thought.

Your tongue lies flat and out as Bernard retreats from your mouth, cock still hot and throbbing. Orson’s softer paw caresses your sore jaw muscles, too exhausted to even try and keep your mouth closed. It wouldn’t do you any good anyway, Orson’s bright pink head already dappling the flat of your tongue with salty precum.

The weight of Theo’s body is replaced by Bernard; His fur a little fluffier, his musculature a little leaner. But his dick is just as thick, just as uncouth as he pushes it inside, little care for how sore you might be. He speaks softer, but this bear is just as brutal as the rest of them.

“Holy shit, you’re tight.” Bernard hisses, sliding easily with the mix of your slick and Theo’s cum. “Human pussy’s incredible.”

“Told ya.” Theo huffs. He sits back on his haunches, content and smug after claiming you. His eyes are gluttonous, burning into your skin. While Orson had been demure and hidden, Theo was loud and proud.

“Oh my gods.” Said Baby Bear is lost in his own world as he slides into your mouth, slower and obviously nervous. His cock jumps with every bump on your tongue, every undulation of your cheeks. More salty pre dribbles across your pallet. “Soo-o good.”

“Don’t get too cozy, Orson.” Bernard chuckles, rolling his hips in a half-thrust, just enough to send a shock up your spine. “Wouldn’t want to waste it all, would ya?”

Orson furiously shakes his head, though his eyes stay on your tear stained face, your bulging cheeks and bruised lips. His cock jumps again.

Bernard slowly pulls out to the tip, sliding in with a bit more force this time. You yelp and so does Orson, your mouth vibrating his sensitive cock.

Bernard is much more controlled in his thrusts; While Theo had fucked you like a bear, Bernard’s more precise hits belayed the man hidden underneath his thick coat of fur. He focus his tip on your spongy walls, watches them grip and wrap around them with every slow pull out of you. You can hear his chuckles when he forces himself back in, watching you squeak and tremble from the hit. You can’t decide what's worse, because while Theo had been rough, Bernard has the shameful effect of actually turning you on. A familiar heat has started to brew in your belly, your pussy fluttering with the methodical hits against your g-spot.

Orson, on the other hand, is in every way an amateur. His hips move sloppily, his cock slipping out and cramming against your lips from time to time. If you weren’t relying on your splayed hands to keep you upright, you might have just grabbed him by the base and forced him to stay inside just to get it over with quicker. From the way his cock throbs and twitches form just a couple licks, you think a proper deep throat would have him cumming in no time.

“Look at those tits.” Theo growls from the side, big paw now moving back down to his half-soft cock, stroking it awake. “Fucking bouncing like that. Looks too fucking good.”

“Get her on top next time.” Bernard whistles, big paw slapping your jiggling ass cheeks. “Can watch her bounce on this cock too.”

“Not a bad idea.”

Orson’s contribution is a breathy moan, just the idea having his heart thumping.

“Think her milk will taste good?”

“I bet so.” Bernard leans forward to paw at your tits, pinching at your nipple with expertise. You hate the way it makes you clench, has your walls getting slick. Your mind is getting away from you. Bernard winces. “They’ll be nice and fat, ready for the cubs.”

“Hell yeah.” The distinct sound of jerking off comes from the side, Theo now sitting up to watch you take it from both ends.

“I’m getting close, baby.” Bernard whispers, licking his chops. “You want that, wanna make me a Daddy?” His hips have picked up in speed, no more teasing and only focusing on the deepest part inside of you, of lining his shot up with your womb. “Gonna looks so pretty, all pregnant and cute. Our little human mate.”

Your toes begin to curl, the constant barrage against your most sensitive area becoming too much. Real tears have come back, overwhelming shame from the thought of cumming.

“Uh-uh! Gonna looks so good!” Orson says, his sweaty fur clogging up your nose as he burrows deep in the back of your throat. He’s somehow worse than Bernard was, no thought to how his head bruises your poor mouth. “So fucking good!”

“You got him all worked up.” Theo laughs, big sharp teeth all on display. “First mating season and he’s ready to settle down.”

“If you felt her mouth you’d be t-too.” Bernard huffs, his chets beginning to heave with each flex of his legs.

You urge your mind to disappear, to project itself somewhere else, where you aren’t about to reach the peak in the embrace of three bear-men. But the feeling of rough finger pads on your clit forces you back down, forces you to face the earthquake that's about to rock you.

“Hmmph!” You scream around Orson’s cock, your body overcome with trembles as a delirious orgasm hits you. With everything contracting, it’s no wonder Bernard is sent over the edge.

“Unngh!”

And so is Orson.

“O-oh shit!”

Hot streams of cum fill you from both sides, both your womb and belly plugged up by the viscous fluid. You struggle to breath, eyes rolling back from the cock pressed right against your cervix and your poor face stuffed in fur.

Orson is the first to collapse, literally falling out of your mouth and onto his back. His cock spurts a couple last times, his eyes glazed over and catching his breath. Theo erupts into laughter.

“That's not where you're supposed to cum, idiot!”

Bernard just chuckles, patting your side. He stays sheathed inside you, occasionally swiveling his hips, smearing the last remnants of his cum inside you. Making sure his claim is staked.

“Guess your throat was too much for him, sweet thing.”

You’re not in a better position, your arms finally given out and your face collapsed in the dirt. Never did you think the bare ground would feel so nice, cool and clean compared to the musty fur of the bears.

You think you fall asleep like that, Bernard is still inside you. You don’t remember, the next couple days being a blur of exactly the same. The one constant is the body heat, their cocks, and their voices.

“Our perfect mate.”

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bubblegump-1-nk · 4 months ago

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Promises Are Meant to be Broken

- Theodore Nott x fem!Reader, Lorenzo Berkshire x fem!reader

summary: As childhood best friends, Enzo and you made a pact to date and get married before leaving to Hogwarts together. But as you get older, that promise begins to fade in your memory, as opposed to Enzo because it’s all he can think about.

Disclaimer: ok so I know I promised to not write another fic about Theo, but, well…. read the title. Plus, this fic includes Enzo as a romantic-ish partner so…. yeah! also it was my blogs official 2 years as of 4 days ago! Thank you to everyone who enjoys my stories and keeps this mess of a (v hyper fixated) blog alive 💗

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“When we’re older, if we both aren’t dating someone by 16, we’ll date each other.” 4 year old Enzo said to you, as you were both playing in the forest by your house.

“And if we aren’t married by 21, we’ll marry each other.” You had said, jumping into the river to cool yourself off from the boiling July weather.

“You promise?” Enzo responded, tentatively dipping a toe in.

“I promise.” You said, before grabbing his hand and pulling him in.

—-

“Hey Enzo, pass me that book please. The purple one.” You said, hoping to find the answers to your homework in there.

“Yeah, here you go.” He said as he passed it to you, smiling as he did so.

“Merlin, do any of you know how to do this?” Theo asked from beside you, struggling on his transfiguration homework.

“Just copy mine, it’s in my bag.” Pansy said, not looking up from her potions essay.

“Thanks P, you’re a life saver.”

You and your best friends were all sitting in the library doing your homework, trying to get ahead of it for the week since you all planned to throw a party this Friday.

You had been friends with most of them since childhood, Enzo and your friendship going the farthest back. Your friend group was extremely close, and you all always chose to spend as much time together as possible.

“I can’t do this anymore, I give up.” Mattheo said, slamming his textbook shut.

“Then give up on getting drunk this weekend.” Blaise said, knowing exactly how to motivate Mattheo.

He made an exasperated groan before opening his book again and going back to his work.

“I say we enchant the bottles so they turn to water every time he tries to drink.” Theo whispered to you, smirking at the thought.

You giggled quietly at his joke, staring into his deep blue eyes.

You both kept eye contact for a little longer than necessary before Enzo loudly cleared his throat.

You turned to look at him, giving him a confused look. He pretended he didn’t see it.

Enzo had had a crush on you for as long as he could remember, and been in love with you for a couple months now. He had hoped that you would’ve kept your promise to each other about dating when you turned 16, but seeing as there were only 2 months left in your 6th year he doubted it would ever happen. He wished he had the courage to tell you, but he was so afraid he would ruin your friendship. Draco kept telling him he could play it off as a joke if he ever brought it up, but Enzo knew you. He knew you’d never believe him. Plus, he was sure Theo had a crush on you. And, could he really compete with Theodore Nott? With his 6’4 frame, dark curly hair, brooding stare, and perfect smile?

“Alright, I’m done.” You said, taking him out of his trance.

He was about to speak up and offer to leave with you, but somebody beat him to it.

“I’ll walk back with you. If I stare at this book for one more second my head will explode.” Theo said, packing up his things before grabbing your bag and his.

How Enzo wished his head would explode. He felt bad thinking these things about his best friend, but he couldn’t help it. The girl of his dreams was on the line.

“See you guys later.” You said, and Theo gave the group a nod before putting his hand on the small of your back and leading you both out of the library.

The simple touch erupted butterflies in your stomach. Every touch and look from Theo did. Your crush on Theo was growing stronger and stronger every month, every year, every day. How could it not? He was always doing the cutest things, and Pansy was always feeding your delusions.

“I think I’m going to go take a nap, i feel like a zombie.” You told Theo once you had both entered the Slytherin common room.

“Come sleep in my dorm, I don’t wanna be alone.” Theo said, making a silly pouty face to convince you.

“Fine, but only if you let me borrow clothes.”

“Your wish is my command, principessa.” He said, making you blush. You loved when he used that nickname.

You both quickly made your way towards his dorm, laughing and giggling the entire way up at jokes Theo was making. He really was the funniest guy you knew.

“Here we are.” Theo said, as he opened the door for you.

“Thanks, Teddy.” You said, walking into his shared dorm with Mattheo and Enzo. He blushed at the nickname, and hoped you wouldn’t notice.

You’d spent countless hours here, drunk after parties, doing homework, just hanging out. Their dorm was like your second home. You made your way to Theo’s bed where you plopped yourself down and took off your Mary Jane’s.

“Ok, I want a hoodie. Please.” You said, adding the please after and throwing in a sweet smile.

“Yes ma’am.” He said, walking over to his closet and strategically picking out his Quidditch hoodie that had his name written on the back.

He handed it to you and you thanked him before you began unbuttoning your school shirt.

His gaze lingered on you before you gave him a jokingly seductive look which struck him out of his trance. You giggled as he turned away and watched him quickly fix his pants, and take a couple deep breathes before going to take off his own school shirt to change into some comfortable clothes.

You gaze lingered on his abs, chiseled to perfection due to Quidditch. He changed into a t-shirt and grey sweatpants, which didn’t help your case.

“Ughh, I’m ready to sleep.” He said, embracing you in a hug and laying on top of you.

“Mmph mpaoood.” You said, your voice muffled by his chest.

“What?” He said, laughing, putting his arms on either side of you and lifting his body so he was looking down on you.

“I said: me too!” You said, giggling, before putting your arms around his neck.

“Let’s go to sleep then.” He said, begrudgingly taking himself out of your embrace and getting up to turn the lights off and shut the curtains.

You put yourself under the covers and snuggled into Theo’s bed, his scent all over the sheets putting you in a dreamlike state.

“Sleep tight.” Theo said, admiring the way you looked with his name sprawled over your back.

He held you tightly, and you snuggled into his chest before falling into a peaceful sleep.

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“Shut the fuck up!” Mattheo said loudly, entering his dorm room with Enzo following close behind, his laugh echoing on the walls.

“Oh shit, the lovebirds are sleeping.” Mattheo said, covering his mouth and dropping his voice to a whisper.

“Huh?” Enzo asks, before stepping into the room and seeing the horrific sight.

You and Theo, both in Theo’s bed, wrapped in a tight embrace, your breaths following the same pattern.

“Fuck off.” Enzo mumbled under his breath, before dropping his things and storming out of the room, leaving a confused Mattheo behind.

—-

“You’re the best!” You say to Enzo, who brought you back a drink.

The music was booming so loudly you could feel it vibrating through your body. The dark green lights were swimming around the room, engulfing everybody. You had just made your way out of the crowded dance floor, which you had easily convinced Enzo to follow you into.

He sat down next to you, spreading his legs and putting his arm on the top of the couch behind you.

“This dress looks really nice on you, y/n.” He said, staring intently at you as he sips out of his own cup.

“Thanks, Enzo. You’re outfit is nice too.” You said, looking at his slightly unbuttoned white shirt with black pants. Simple, but nice.

“You bought me this shirt.”

“Oh that’s right! No wonder I like it.” You said, causing Enzo to chuckle.

“Anyway, I can’t believe Michelle actually showed up.” You said, continuing the conversation. You loved gossiping with Enzo, you two always knew everything going around Hogwarts.

“I know, the nerve. I mean if it was just Draco I would get it, but it’s Pansy’s party too.” He said, referring to the girl who attempted to date Draco even though Pansy and him were “together.”

“Totally. I mean when she tried snogging him they technically weren’t labeled, but everyone knew they were together.” You said, Enzo’s face so close to yours so that you could both here the conversation over the blasting music.

“Yeah-“ He begins, before he’s cut off my Mattheo.

“Yo mate, where’s the extra fire-whiskey.” He says, wobbling over, clear that he doesn’t need any more alcohol.

“Under the black chair.” Enzo says, nodding to the chair, barely taking his eyes off you.

“That’s why you’re my favorite.” He says, causing you to scoff. He begins to walk off before you speak up, and he turns back to you.

“Where’s Theo?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen him in a while.” Mattheo responded, and Enzo’s eyes are now on the ground, a mean look on his face.

“He said he was gonna go smoke with you though?”

“That prick, he never shares his weed. But no, I haven’t seen him.”

“What? Where is he then?”

“Probably shagging some girl.” Enzo says with a nasty voice.

You turn to him bewildered.

“He wouldn’t do that.” Mattheo said, trying to save his best friend. He knew of Theo’s huge crush on you and he wasn’t going to let him get a bad image with you. Enzo, on the other hand, hadn’t told anyone about his feelings for you.

You give Mattheo a small smile before looking down at your cup.

“He’s probably outside or something, you know how he is. He’s not with some girl, trust me.” Mattheo says, reassuring you.

“You’re right. I’m gonna go look for him.”

Mattheo smirks, hoping tonight will finally be the night Theo mans up and asks you out.

“Wait-“ Enzo starts, but you’re already off.

—-

You make your way up the astronomy tower’s stairs, the last place you can think of to find Theo. The summer weather engulfs you like a warm blanket, and a gentle breeze keeps you from breaking any sort of sweat. The moon and stars are shining so brightly it’s as if you’ve just casted a Lumos charm. As you finally take the last steps and climb onto the platform, you see Theo’s tall frame, facing away from you, leaning on the railing.

“Teddy?” You call out softly, causing him to turn around.

The smoke from his blunt creates a cloudy haze around him, and his eyes are bloodshot, although you can’t tell if it’s due to the drug or if he’s been crying. He smiles softly when he sees you.

“Hey, you.” He opens his arms for you, and you quickly make your way to him. He immediately engulfs you into a tight embrace and puts his face into your hair.

“You ok?” You ask, voice slightly muffled by his chest.

“Yeah, yeah. Just been thinking too much.” He says, as he unwraps himself from around your body.

“Probably all the fire-whiskey I drank.” He says, chuckling. You giggle softly and place yourself next to him on the railing, looking out to the night sky.

“What have you been thinking about?” You ask. You’ve always reassured Theo that he could come to you whenever he needs it, and as much as he appreciates it he just can’t find it in him to express his emotions to others. It makes you feel slightly guilty because he’s always the first one there when you’re feeling down. It used to be Enzo, but it’s been Theo’s arms you’ve been crying into recently.

“Just life. And my place in it.” He says, taking a drag from his blunt.

“What’s your place in it?” You ask, trying to nonchalantly get him to open up.

“Just my place in others lives. I feel like I don’t have one.”

“What do you mean?” You ask, your eyes flicking around his face, trying to search for answers.

“I just feel like I don’t add anything to anyone’s life. Like I’m just a background character. Someone with no importance. Like… like as if nobody needs me.” He says, a soft and sad smile on his face, trying to not worry you with his feelings.

Your quiet for a second, your brain racking around how a boy who brings so much happiness to everyone’s lives could possibly feel this way. A boy who so easily made you fall in love with who he is, without even trying. The wind picks up, and begins blowing with a calming hum.

“I do. I need you.” You finally say, the alcohol in your system making you completely honest.

Theo’s face lifts up to look directly at you, his eyes searching for meaning in yours. Had you really just said what he thought you did? Was this you being friendly, or possibly, hopefully, something more? He reached his hand up to put a piece of hair blown into your face by the wind behind your ear.

“I need you. I need you more than anything actually.” He says, voice soft and sweet.

“I think of you every second I’m awake, and dream of you every second I’m asleep. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, y/n.” He says, sweetly but firmly, wanting to leave no doubt about his feelings in your mind.

“You have no idea how much I’ve daydreamed about you saying that.” You said, putting your hand over his, leaving it on your cheek.

“I think I have an idea, considering it’s all I’ve done for as long as I can remember.” He says, his body now towering over you.

“I feel like I’m dreaming right now.” You say, looking intently into his eyes.

Suddenly, he leans down and his lips are quickly on yours. It takes you a second to kiss back, since you were taken aback by the suddenness of it, but you quickly recuperate and kiss him back eagerly.

The kiss is hungry and earnest, but loving and kind. He tastes sweet and his arms around you are suddenly making you weak in the knees. Your hands make your way to his hair, getting lost in the brown curls.

Your tongues dance together, exploring each other’s mouths. After a little while you both pull away from each other in an attempt to catch your breathes.

“Do you still feel like your dreaming?” He asks, smiling.

“Much more than before, now.” You say giggling, his arms around your waist and yours around his neck.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve had to hold myself back from kissing you.” He says, causing you both to laugh more.

“I wish you hadn’t. This could’ve happened so much sooner.”

“Yeah, after that kiss I wish I hadn’t either. It was better than I ever even imagined.”

You giggle and turn away as your cheeks turn pink. His fingers softly grab your chin, turning you back to face him.

“Now that that’s happened, I don’t want to lose you.” He says, seriously.

“Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it.” You say, smirking playfully. He smiles at you and chuckles as he lightly shakes his head.

“Y/n, can I be your boyfriend?” He asks, making deep eye contact.

“I’d be an idiot if I said no.” You say, before reaching up to connect your lips once again.

—-

It had been almost a week of you officially dating Theo and you couldn’t be happier. None of your friends were surprised when you started dating, seeing as it had been painfully obvious to everyone but you two that you both liked each other. Since you were both in the same friend group, it wasn’t difficult to balance your friend-life with your relationship-life, making it all 100x easier. The only thing that seemed slightly out of place, was your relationship with Enzo. You hadn’t seen much of him the past few days, and would even say he seemed…. angry with you? You couldn’t really tell, but your happiness due to finally dating Theo outweighed all your worries tenfold.

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It’s officially been a week from Friday, and your making your way to the library to return some books you had finally finished using. As you walked into the quiet and calming atmosphere, you noticed Enzo sitting alone at a table, his notes spread out in front of him. You smiled lightly, wanting to speak to your best friend who you’ve missed so much. You’d barely spoken to him all week, and all your conversations seemed to be cut extremely short by one of his “activities.”

“Hey Enzo.” You say sweetly, sitting down in a chair next to him.

He looks up at you with a strange expression on his face before looking back down at his essay.

“So… how’s your week been?” You ask, attempting to fill the awkward silence and converse with him.

“Fine.” He says, not even glancing in your direction.

You take a deep breath.

“Is everything alright with you? Have I done something?” You ask, confused on why he was acting this way.

“No.”

“Enzo, please. I know you. What are you upset about?”

“Nothing.”

“Enzo!” You say, exasperated, wishing he would tell you what was wrong so you could help fix it.

“Merlin y/n, are you really this dim-witted?” He says rudely, looking up at you for the first time.

“What…?” You ask, taken aback by his cruelty.

“Whatever, I’m done.” He says, as he begins to quickly pack up his things, shoving papers and books into his bag hastily.

“Enzo, please. Just talk to me.” You say, desperate not to lose your best friend over something you don’t even understand. You quickly get up, picking up your pace to keep up with his.

“Just leave me alone y/n.” He says, picking up his own pace. Heads turn to you two, and you can hear the whispers.

“Enzo just talk to me!” You say, reaching for his arm as your exiting the library.

He shakes your hand off. “I don’t want to talk to you! What do you not understand?” He says, stopping brusquely and turning to face you.

Your taken aback by his sudden stop and almost lose your balance.

“Why not? What have I done?!”

“You know exactly what you’ve done!” He says, beginning to walk away again.

You react quickly enough to grab his arm and pull him into an empty classroom before shutting the door.

“I’m not letting you leave until you tell me what it is that I’ve done to upset you.”

“Nice try.” He says, before attempting to push past you.

“Enzo don’t do this to me, please. I miss you.” You beg.

“Oh you miss me? Really? Well it doesn’t seem like that ever since him.” He says, anger extremely evident in his voice.

“Him? You mean Theo?” You ask, confused.

“Yes of course I mean Theo.” He says sassily.

“What does Theo have to do with this? I’ve been trying to make time for you but you’re the one who’s always busy!” You say, anger rising in your own voice at his selfishness.

“You don’t understand, do you?” He says, searching in your face for answers.

“What do I not understand?” You ask, already extremely upset with him.

“That I’m fucking in love with you y/n!” He says, his hands flying up to his hair.

“What..?”

“Merlin I’ve been in love with you for years. And I thought you felt the same way until you went off with that git!”

“That git? You mean your best friend? And.. why would you even think that? And why didn’t you say anything earlier?” You ask, spewing out questions rapidly.

He was quiet for a minute, at a loss for words.

“You’re telling me you’ve never felt anything towards me? Ever? We promised each other we would end up together!”

“Enzo we were 4!” You say, bewildered by his claims.

“Ok? It was still a promise!”

“Yeah, one we made when we were 4! Do you not understand how stupid you sound?!”

“That promise meant something to me! I’ve waited every second of every day until we turned 16 until we could finally be together! I thought you had forgotten since we never worked out, but now I know you just never cared enough.” He said, voice filled with sadness.,

“It’s not that I didn’t care Enzo! I care so much for you, but I… I just don’t love you. I’m in love with Theo.”

“God, please don’t say his name.” He says, his eyes filled with hurt.

“I’ll say his name all I want.” You spit out, bitterly.

His face falls even more so than before, his eyes brimming with tears.

“You promised me you’d be with me, and then you go out with my best friend! What the fuck is wrong with you?” He says, a crazy look in his eyes as he rubs his face.

“Yeah, well, promises are meant to be broken.” You say, tears silently falling from your eyes. You couldn’t believe the way Enzo was acting, you’d never seen him like this. In all his selfish glory. You should have actually listened to the rumors that came from his ex-girlfriends.

You turn around to reach for the door handle, wanting nothing more than to be as far away from him as possible.

“Y/n, wait!” He says, reaching for your hand to stop you from walking into the hallway.

“You’re my best friend, I don’t want this to end. Please.” He begs, tears still brimming in his eyes, his face and neck splotched with red.

“Let go of me.” You say, before shaking his hand off, and walking away. Leaving him standing in the doorway to wallow in his misery.

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Part 2?

#slytherin boys #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #theodore nott #jealousyfic #harry potter #theodore nott x y/n #angst #best friends #enzo berkshire #enzo x reader #promises

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greenerteacups · 8 months ago

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The great hormonal storms in book 5 lead me to this ask: let's talk about sex. Or at least sex ed. Does Hogwarts have it (at least in LH'verse)? Is that a nurse duty or a Head of House one? Did Narcissa sit her baby boy down for The Talk, at least to impart how Miss Granger would return to her parents in the same state she left them or at least unimpregnated? Did she outsource that task to Uncle Severus? Did Ron share what his older brothers passed down? What does our favorite victorian-in-spirit know abt sex beyond "lie back and think of the bloodline" and his hormonal daydreams?

I'm l o s i n g it at the idea of Narcissa instructing Draco to leave Hermione "unimpregnated," which, I just — I think the minute she uses those things in the same sentence, Draco hits the road at the speed of Mach Christ. He's gone. He's not here. He's not in the building. Can't have the Sex Talk if you can't fucking catch me, Mom. (For the record, I can fully see Narcissa trying. She's much less prudish than Draco is — gossips about adultery with her 11-y/o son on Christmas morning, references Ye Olde Wilde Times with Lucius, cracks the occasional bawdy joke, etc. — she just doesn't often see the need to discuss it, being aware that Draco, as far as she knows, remains an un-Awakened little Victorian. The Great Granger Debacle of 1995 is likely raising her suspicions there.) That said, Draco knows what sex is; for some reason my mind gravitates to the slightly handwavey answer of "boy's dormitory." I'm picturing him in his four-poster, curtains drawn, pretending to be asleep, while Ron and Harry have a free-ranging, horrifically creative conversation about what Ron thinks sex is (courtesy of the twins). Optimistically, Neville hops in with corrections from Augusta Longbottom's sexual etiquette seminars. Either way, Draco never, ever reveals that he has heard this conversation.

Or, alternatively, he and Theo have a really intense heart-to-heart during that summer before third year, which would do a lot to explain why the two of them are so weird about each other basically for the rest of time. (Raising the question of where Theo/Pansy/Daphne learned it. At age 12, Pansy got an excruciatingly detailed Talk from her mother, who was scared to death of a teen pregnancy pitching their family into ruin; Pansy, deciding it was unfair she had to suffer this and Theo did not, inflicted said Talk on Theo, who was just relieved that he didn't have to ask Sibelius. And Daphne grew up around so many healers that she just badgered them until someone gave in and told her. She's also a stated connoisseur of trashy romance novels, so. Make of that what you will.)

I think that Hogwarts, being modeled in mores and general Vibe from old English boarding schools, probably is not the most forward-thinking with sex ed. I also do believe Severus Snape would sooner jump off a bridge, and I kind of need him for the plot, so I've got to spare him that grave and important duty. Poppy Pomfrey probably gets the question the most of any staff member, and over the years, I think she's honed her answer down to a tight 3 minute-monologue that covers all major topics.

Odds and ends in the same vein:

Hermione gets a sit-down with the Drs. Granger the summer before her thirteenth birthday, so sometime in August, 1992. It is meticulously explained and flawlessly presented, with color-coded diagrams, an index, and a syllabus. It includes a diagnostic chart for common STIs and a spreadsheet on birth control options. Dr. Granger gets excited after a tangent about ovarian cysts and runs to pull out her old copy of Grey's. Hermione spends the whole time fully miserable, wondering why parents couldn't be like, greengrocers or something. (That doesn't stop her from asking questions, obviously.)

Ron, like all Weasley men of his generation, gets a knock on his door sometime around his 14th birthday, and Arthur invites him to "go fishing." This is code for "stand by the river and try to keep a will to live while your dad explains the mechanics of sex, its importance, and the value of waiting until you feel comfortable and safe sharing that level of intimacy with a trusted partner" (sic).

Fred and George got separate talks, because Arthur wanted to emphasize that he sees them as individuals; however, Fred ran back and immediately recounted it all to George, who proceeded to feign extraordinary expertise in it the next morning, to his father's horror.

Ginny's "go fishing" equivalent is Molly taking her out for tea and delivering a well-meant but incoherent combination of abstinence-only sex ed, aggressive body positivity, and highly technical discussions of how to insert a diaphragm. Ginny, who bullied the real story out of Bill years ago, is baffled, and to this day can't say for sure what she was supposed to take away from it.

Harry spends his 14th birthday at the Burrow. Ron and his brothers make a blood pact in advance not to tell him about it, though, so when Arthur invites him out for the day on August 1st, his sole thought is: oh, nice! Can't wait for some fun fishing :)

#greenteacup asks

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ghosts-and-blue-sweaters · 11 months ago

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Put your Spotify on shuffle and write down the first lyric of the first ten songs that come on, post the poem that results

You ought to know that I think we’re one and the same

So what’s it to you?

How much can you fit under your skin?

I want a home

I swear on my life and the river Styx

Pride in myself was something I swore would never die

I saw you on a Sunday in a cafe and all you did was look my way

Like carillon bells, the house of Augustus rings

It’s my birthday today

I can’t hear you

Well that was a mess.

No pressure tags: @biathediamond @pevensiechase @skaterfc @theo-grayson @ohmagosh-i-love-bees and anyone else who wants to join!

#tag game

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possibilistfanfiction · 1 year ago

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omg hallmark au?!? how abt christmas tree?

[uh. there's a tree at the end lol]

beatrice kisses you. it’s snowing outside and smells like pine and cinammon and her cologne and you’ve kissed her before, in an alley in the dark, but the light from the fireplace here is gentle and bathes her in warmth and she kisses you. it’s a revelation, you think, to be kissed like this, with your eyes closed and a tender hand combing through your hair and the whole world tucked away somewhere else, off this mountainside and hundreds of miles over valleys and rivers and roads away from you here, and now.

beatrice kisses you and you tug on the bottom of her fleece and pull it over her head, the t-shirt underneath coming with it, and a million thoughts run through your head — she’s ripped, first of all, a delight you will revisit soon; the scars that stretch across her flat chest aren’t overwhelmingly surprising, not old but not new either, gorgeous and healed and healing, so much of her unspoken that she wants you to understand; she has a few freckles on her strong shoulders — but she’s looking at you like this is a lot more than a fling while you’re running away from your real life.

you think it clearly, then: this is your real life, too. this is real. beatrice is real.

you trace one of her scars, just for a moment, and then let your fingers trail lightly down her stomach.

‘you’re so beautiful,’ you say and hope it’s right, hope it’s enough.

beatrice, stoic and kind and faithful, takes it in, her eyes meeting yours, gold in the light, and then she smiles softly. ‘you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen.’

you feel the weight of her jaw in the palm of your hand when you bring it to her face; the lightness of it, sharp and soft. i love you runs through your head, unbidden, i’m in love with you, but it’s too much and too soon and you’ll leave anyway, and this isn’t home but it isn’t something else entirely either.

‘please,’ is all you can say, but she seems to understand because she kisses you deeply, like there’s something there she’s searching to tell you. you sink into it, let it wash over you with its warmth.

////

the sheets are still warm when you wake, even though the bed is empty. you don’t mind; the world is heavy sometimes, and you understand.

you take your time to stretch, to wiggle your toes, to flex your hands. it doesn’t escape you, even still, the miracle of touch and movement, the life you have that seems, despite the days that feel intolerable, bigger than you could’ve dreamed.

you put on one of her hoodies — soft and warm and smelling of laundry detergent and a little like her cologne, musk and clove and fresh pine, like this place, an unnamable magic — and pad out to the living room. she’s on the couch looking out over the mountains, snow covered, from her huge a-frame windows, theo asleep at her feet. beatrice seems larger than life sometimes, her seriousness and kindness and strength, her bright, quiet laugh — another magic entirely.

she smiles, small and shy, when you curl up next to her and take her coffee with a wink.

‘this is… disgusting,’ you say, surprised to taste at least three spoonfuls of sugar, and you wait a beat before you both laugh. ‘i would’ve thought you had black coffee, very solemn.’

‘i’m still not quite used to the taste, admittedly, but i thought you might like some instead of tea.’

it’s thoughtful in a way that makes you want to cry, but instead you clear your throat and lean into her side.

you stay like that for a while, her strong arm wrapped around your shoulders and theo snoring softly every now and then. it’s a bluebird day outside, bright and clear and beautiful.

‘even though you’re leaving,’ she says after a while, ‘i’m thankful i’ve known you.’

it aches in your chest, this desire to never move from this spot, to stop running once and for all, to rest in this warm house with its glass wall and the mountains — flowers in the spring, orange leaves in the fall — a home.

she continues, ‘i would’ve longed for you forever, i think, if we hadn’t met.’

and — what do you even say to that? when you imagined this little adventure, you had thought you’d spend quiet days in a silly little town, drink some hot chocolate, instagram the view of the mountains from your window; maybe — maybe — going home with the town hottie and leaving before they woke. you take a deep breath and look at the soft planes of beatrice’s face and then the big, full christmas tree in the corner of the room that camila told you she cut down herself, its carefully strung lights and a few unexpectedly silly ornaments. you can imagine all of it, her care and quiet humor; you had ached, for so long, to be treated with kindness, to be seen and found whole.

you hadn’t expected her — how could you?

‘well,’ you say, your voice rough in your throat, but she gives you the same grace as always, allowing you to clear it without comment, ‘i haven’t left yet.’

she braves a smile. ‘that’s true.’

‘take me back to bed?’

she stands, unfolds herself elegantly and offers her hand. you think you could hold it forever, but your plane leaves this evening and your life looms. still, you kiss her and, after she comes, trace words you can’t say into the soft skin on her back; you think about saying them aloud, but you don’t.

#hallmark au #avatrice #prompts #anyway this is sex that's far too charged for only having known ea other like ten days but #that's how they are! lmfao #butch bea 🥺🫡#tagging for my own organization but. she is butch lol

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dramioneasks · 1 year ago

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HP FESTS: Pumpkin Spice Fic Fest (Part 3)

Pumpkin Spice Fic Fest 2023:

daybreak, nightfall, & the moments that happen in between by gemgirl28 - E, one-shot - Hermione and Draco’s relationship is too new to tell any of their friends, but that hasn’t stopped him from finding a place in her life. She finds she quite enjoys starting and ending her days with him at her side. The thought should scare her, but staying away sounds worse.

on-again, off-again by sodamnrad - E, one-shot - Granger, Why does everyone think we’re dating? - Draco I’m handling it. –Hermione That doesn’t answer my question. Hermione starts a rumour, and Draco winds up with a pretend girlfriend. And when they break up, they can't help but get back together again, and again, and again.

Rivers of Whiskey and Honey by charingfae - E, one-shot - Draco has been pretending to date Hermione for two months and four days. Which, in his mind, is two months and four days too long, and one eternity short of long enough. He isn't prepared to run into her on his solo morning walk after their latest 'date'. Or for her to trail her fingers down his arm and lean in to kiss him... Cozy, fluffy, smut.

The Professor and the Librarian by So_scarlett_maroon - E, one-shot - The first time Draco saw her, she was sitting in a reading nook, flipping through a children's book. The sun was shining through the windows behind her, lighting up her brown curls to show off their golden highlights. He felt drawn to her. He wanted to walk right up and say hello that second, but Scorpius pulled him down an aisle. “I need a bunny book Dad!” he said, as he tugged Draco’s hand. --- Draco is back in the UK after years spent in France at Beauxbatons. He sees a woman at the Rowena Ravenclaw Public Wizarding library and is desperate to know more about her.

Natural As A Dream by��simplifiedemotions - M, one-shot - She knows, she knows, she knows, and still she falls asleep in the comfort of his warm body, only waking up briefly so that he can take her home. She knows, she knows, she knows, that as he tucks her into bed and takes off her heels that he’s only being a good friend, so much as Draco Malfoy can be a friend to anyone. She closes her eyes and lets sleep take her, wishing that the hand that softly strokes her cheek is real. Or: Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy yearn for each other over the course of ten-plus years and several weddings.

Mayhem in a Maelstrom by Emma Jordan Hart (Wailzy) - E, one-shot - Near Halloween, the trio get stranded in an empty barn during a thunderstorm. Dreomione PWP, muggle!AU [Draco Hermione x Theo]

behind the façade of friendship by riddikulus_puff - E, one-shot - Hermione Granger was pretty sure that the deal settled between herself and her previously named "sworn enemy", Draco Malfoy, was a good idea. Friends with benefits always went one hundred per cent the way you wanted to and always worked out for the couple, right? The movies were proof that feelings would never develop and yet, of course, Hermione was stupid for thinking that things would be fine if Draco and Hermione just slept together. No strings attached. Yet, feelings were bubbling, the beginnings of everything that could destroy everything Hermione and Draco had tried hiding from each other.

Castle of glass by pinkhairandbooks - E, one-shot - His eyes stayed glued to the sky for less than two minutes before they slid back to the witch who had been ruling all his thoughts for years. He couldn’t stop himself: no matter how hard he tried his eyes always found her, even among a crowd of her doppelgangers his gaze would land on her, as if attracted by a magnet. The witch was curled up on her side, her right shoulder rising and lowering due to her regular breaths and, watching her so helpless and relaxed while sleeping, suddenly the urge to give in to his worst impulses became too strong. He drank three more long sips of Firewhisky and then stood up, checking to make sure that all the other participants in that sort of bonfire were asleep before stealthily approaching Granger’s sleeping bag

Catch and Release by WillowingScribe1709 - M, one-shot - Hermione and Draco meet at a farmer's market on a cold, rainy November morning. Coincidence? Surely not. Once he catches her, he has her. Let the chase begin!

Pulling Leaves Off Trees by hauntedde (excitedde) - M, one-shot - Hermione and Draco find each other across four Autumns. A scent obsessed little love story.

Home Sweet Hogsmeade by flowerfem - E, one-shot - Hermione didn't hesitate to return to Hogwarts for Eighth Year but when Draco Malfoy became her roommate, things became interesting. A short story focused on the immaculate vibes of first term at Hogwarts. Prompts: rain soaked, lingerie, roommates

Lovely Plan by VineHawthorn - E, one-shot - Jealous Hermione encounters a very smug Draco and smut ensues.

Pumpkin Spice Fic Fest 2024:

when we kissed the professor by riddikulus_puff - E, one-shot - It had been a long week. And it was only about to get longer for Professor Hermione Granger. [Draco x Hermione x Theo]

Strike A Match, Let Him Burn by sodamnrad - E, one-shot - When Draco returns home from Durmstrang, he falls into a hard and fast sexual relationship with the beautiful witch he meets at the bar. The only issue is that she’s a Mudblood, and he’s a Malfoy.

atonement by takenbytheview - E, one-shot - “You weren’t supposed to see that.” “I know.” “It’s— it’s the wrong version. It was never meant to be read.” “Well. I read it.” Another pause. He finally meets her eyes, resigned. “I know.”

Some Kind of Magic by Dizzle00 - E, one-shot - “Nice jumper, Granger,” Blaise commented, wiggling his eyebrows once at Malfoy, who responded with a two-finger salute and kept walking. “Oi Draco. Didn’t realize you and Granger shared a favorite Quidditch team,” called Theo, his tone sly and teasing. Hermione brushed off their comments, assuming they were just giving Malfoy a hard time as Slytherins were wont to do. “It’s Ron’s,” she sing-songed back to the irritating Slytherins with whom she’d actually become rather friendly, granting them an eye roll, missing the sudden expression of distressed understanding cross over Malfoy’s face. Or Hermione borrows Ron’s jumper with surprising results. The Falmouth Falcons are his favorite team, right?

Tea Shop Date by LunaP999, Wanderingfair - E, one-shot - Draco convinces Hermione to go on a fake date for his Witch Weekly column. There is nothing fake about their chemistry.

Fall(ing) in love by gemgirl28 - E, one-shot - Overwhelmed and tired, Hermione slips away during a dinner party to collect her thoughts. Unfortunately, she isn't left alone for long. Then again, maybe it isn't so unfortunate after all.

Rose-Coloured Glasses by its_nott_me - E, one-shot - Draco couldn’t see. And that was a problem because normally he could see just fine—at least with the aid of his eyeglasses—but at that moment, all he could see was white. Draco flapped his hands in front of his face as he gasped for a breath of fresh air, and when that wasn’t returning his sight, he reached up to clear away the layer of condensation that had accumulated on his lenses. “Ack!” Draco fumbled his fingers wildly over his face and his thumb caught the corner of his eyeglasses near his temple. They clattered pitifully to the stone floor. He squeezed his eyes shut for good measure. Granger wasn't wearing clothes.

closing walls and ticking clocks by thisisdd (thisisnotdd) - E, one-shot - He stood up to investigate, pivoting on his heel, and forward-marched to the general direction of where the sound came from when, from the corner of his eye, Draco noticed something odd. A framed special edition of the Prophet, dated 01 January 2010, hung on one of the walls nearest the pedestal. Golden Girl Gone Bad? Hermione Granger seen cosied up with Former Death Eater Draco Malfoy at Ministry New Year’s Gala This had to have been a sick, elaborate prank. ; or, Draco touches a time turner and deals with the consequences.

This fest is ongoing.

#pumpkin spice fest #fests/exchanges/challenges #dramione

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hyungseos-cafe · 4 months ago

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Pairing: P1harmony Jiung x GN!Reader Ft. Theo and Keeho

Genre: Angst and Fluff

Warning: Swearing, Jiung being an idiot lol

Word count: 1.2k +

Summary: When work climbs to the top of his priorities, everything else around him seemed to fall apart, including his relationship with you. They say to never let work get in the way, but when your boyfriend is a famous producer, things get murky.

A/N: i was inspired by rach’s jiung headcanon haha so go check it out! OH AND HI RACH!! SEE IT'S NOT ALL ANGST!! your heart can rest easily. Also shout out to Theo and Keeho for being persistent and saving the relationship. And thank you to those who showed interest in this fic!!!! I hope to write for piwon more 🥹 P.S. there's something very important written in the tags so pls be sure to read it ~

Order for: @sxfterhearts @p1ecesofate @issadumbass @stellxx @classicicarus @halaboyz @chenleluvr @astro-doll-the-star @zynz0 @orangebl0ssoms - unable to tag

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“You’ve changed”

Jiung continued to work at his desk, it was like you were talking to the wall.

“Jiung, did you even hear me?”

“Yeah, I get it, I’ve changed. What’s new?”

“What do you mean what’s new? You missed all our dates this month and not to mention our 2 year anniversary”

“I already told you, deadlines have been killer this month. What else am I supposed to do?”

“Oh I don’t know, be my boyfriend? It doesn’t feel like I’m in a relationship anymore”

It was your last sentence that brought Jiung out of his work. Truthfully he’s been thinking over your relationship too, and you’re right, he has changed.

“Look, if you’re wanting the reason why I’ve been missing our dates or whatever… it’s work”

“I get that you’re busy Ji, but it doesn’t feel like I have a boyfriend”

“If you want a boyfriend then maybe you should look elsewhere because I don’t think I can give you what you deserve”

You sat at the couch in his studio stunned, sinking deeper into the cushion below you, you were speechless.

“So that’s it? This is how we end things? Two years Ji, two fucking years just thrown away because you’ve been ‘busy with work’ you’ve got to be kidding me”

Jiung sighed, his head pressed into the palm of his hands, a headache coming on as he thought about his current predicament.

“I’m sorry but I tried okay, and I already told you, I can’t give you what you deserve. I’m sorry if I disappointed you”

You slowly sat up, tears starting to well up as you gathered what remnants remained in his studio; your sweater, your blue blanket and a Polaroid the two of you took together at the Han River.

“Okay, I’m leaving then. So much for two years Ji”

“I’m sorry”

Jiung slowly led you out of his studio, watching you turn the corner as you walked out of his life forever. He never wanted what you had to end, but his greed got the better of him and clouded his judgment.

A few months later Jiung receives a call from a familiar voice, Taeyang

“Dude, you have to talk to Y/n”

“Why? I hurt them didn’t I? I thought they didn’t want to talk to me”

“They’ve been ignoring all of our calls the past few months. The only person who can get through to them is Keeho”

Keeho was a mutual friend, well maybe best friend. He always rooted for your relationship knowing how difficult it was dating a popular producer. Keeho was more than just your best friend, he was your voice of reason, a true confidant and wonderful listener.

“Y/n, you can’t just ignore our calls like this. We all care about you so much. You had me worried sick”

“I know, I’m sorry Keeho”

“I don’t think you do, I was so worried you got sick or that you haven’t been eating. You know Jiung would be mad, right?”

“Jiung and I aren’t together anymore”

It took everything out of him not to raise his voice at you. He knew how much Jiung cherished you and how hard he fumbled when it came to you. Jiung actually called Keeho a couple days ago to air out his grievances ever since he let you slip between his fingers.

“I know, but he still cares about you Y/n”

“How would you know? It’s not like you talk to him anymo–”

“Just shut up for a second and listen to me, okay” Keeho firmly gripped onto each side of your shoulders forcing eye contact with you

“I’m not supposed to say anything, but I can’t watch you tear yourselves apart like this. I love the both of you so much, so listen to what I am going to say, okay? No interruptions!!!”

You nodded as your shoulders drooped and you leaned in to rest your forehead against Keeho’s chest, feeling the reverberation as he spoke.

“Jiung is going to be pissed, but he told me last week that he still loves you. Trust me Y/n, that boy loves the shit out of you. He wouldn’t leave his studio last week because he was apparently writing you a letter. I told him you liked receiving letters, so he wrote one…”

Keeho gently held your head in his hands, brushing the stray hairs that fell out of place and smiled down at you. You smiled back and wrapped your arms around his torso, taking his every word in.

“Thank you Keeho, I should try to go see him tonight then”

“I’ll drop you off if you want? My apartments 3 blocks away from his studio anyways, but only if you’re okay with it”

“O-okay, I actually really miss him” You felt almost sheepish admitting your remaining feelings.

A little less than 10 minutes later you stood in front of Jiung’s building where his studio is. You let yourself in with Jiung’s code. Walking down the dark corridors, you felt your heart skip a beat. As you rounded the corner, you could see warm light spilling from the room in front of you. Taking a deep breath, you gently knocked on the door.

“Theo I told you I was-” His eyes widened as you stepped through the door.

“Y/n? You’re here… I thought you didn’t want to see me”

Sadness was evident in his voice as he gently grabbed your hand, guiding you to the couch inside his studio. His touch tentatively lingered on your hand as he struggled to meet your eyes.

“I’m sorry” you both started, meeting each other's eyes, Jiung let out a quiet breath, smiling as he took in your features.

“Don’t be, I should be the one apologizing. I wasn’t the best boyfriend and I should have done more”

“And I’m sorry for walking out on you… I heard from Keeho that you wrote me a letter”

“Oh, I– Yeah, I have been busy writing this letter to you. I’m not sure if you want to read it though. I don’t want it to seem disingenuous”

“Ji, you’re always genuine and I would love to read it if you’ll let me”

He turned around to rummage his desk, searching for said letter that was hidden amongst the stack of music sheets and notebooks.

Jiung hesitated, letter in hand, he tapped the back of your hand before scooting closer to you, leaning his head on your shoulder, gently placing the letter in your hand and interlocking your fingers.

“I missed you, I missed this”

You let go of his hand unraveling the letter Jiung wrote to you, tears threatening to fall as you read his letter, feeling the emotions he poured so purely into his letter.

The night went on with hushed conversation as the two of you worked to repair your relationship. To say that Keeho was relieved was a massive understatement. As soon as Theo let him know that your relationship was reconciled, he immediately rushed to call you.

“Hey Keeho, what’s up?”

“Theo told me you’re back together! I’MSOHAPPYFORYOUTHATICOULDCRY” He exclaimed from the other line

“Awe, me too. Thank you for fighting for me Kee, it really mean–”

Before you could continue Jiung erupts from the background to thank Keeho for his diligence and persistence.

“Sounds like you’ve got your hands full, Y/n”

“Jiung’s just happy he’s back with me at my apartment, but thank you. I’ll talk to you soon! And next time we get lunch, it’s on us!”

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yanderepuck · 5 months ago

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Salai- Chapter 3

WELCOME TO SALAI'S ROUTE. This is a FAN MADE route of my oc, Salai. This means this route contains my headcanons for the characters and in no way is suppose to represent the canon story. This is just a fun little time because I know many of you enjoy Salai. Feel free to engage, talk theories, send asks (even to @ask-salai ).

DISCLAIMER: His route his not canon to his character. Also, all of his lore in not in the route for simplicity reasons plus please feel free to ask about him.

Banner by @spooscribbles

It’s been a few days since your party. With all the leftover rice you have had nothing but fried rice. Nothing you would complain about but the others are starting to. You decided to go out into town to do some shopping. As you are making your way to the next shop you happen to see the man from before. Rather than being by the river though he set up his canvas along the shops. It reminds you of back home when artists would set up on the side of the street to sketch people for quick money.

You see him from behind and decide to stand a few feet away to look at his canvas. You don’t say anything to him, just watch for a few moments and move along. And this happens the next day, and the next day, and the next.

Basically every time you come into town for the next week you see him. You never remember seeing him before and now he is here every time you. Each time you see him you watch him paint for a few minutes before going about your day. This is your fourth time seeing him, but he doesn’t have his canvas with him. Instead he is sitting on a bench with a sketchbook, looking up every so often when someone walks by. You decide to go up to him. After seeing him so often he has you curious.

Mitsuki: Didn’t you feel like bringing your canvas out today?

He looked up from his sketchbook, a little surprised to see someone talking to him, but he showed you a smile nonetheless.

Salai: It is going to rain later. I didn’t want to risk my painting getting damaged.

Funny. Leonardo said the same thing earlier when you said you were going out. You wonder how they can tell. He moves over on the bench, offering for you to sit down. When you do sit you can’t help but peer at his sketch. Theo may have rubbed off on you a bit.

Salai: I’ve noticed you in town quite often. What is a beautiful woman like yourself running so many errands everyday.

So he’s noticed you too… Which probably means he’s noticed you watching him paint.

You quickly try to come up with an excuse.

Mitsuki: I’m working as a maid in a boarding house on the outskirts of town.

Salai: a boarding house, huh? Any chance they have some rooms available?

That sure was a question that caught you off guard. Even if he needed a place to stay there’s no way you could offer him to come with you. Not only because everyone is a vampire, but simply because it isn’t your place.

Mitsuki: They don’t actually. It’s fairly small

You couldn’t hide the ting of sadness in your voice. Is he homeless or is he simply looking to move?

He seemed to perk up when your voice trailed off.

Salai: Don’t worry, Mitsuki. I have a place to go home to.

He chuckled clearly not wanting you to get worried

Mitsuki: That’s good I was- you remember my name?

You met each other on the street for only a short amount of time. Did you really leave that much of an impression on him? He has had to have talked to other people besides you from sitting on the side of the street.

Salai: Who wouldn’t remember the name of a woman as beautiful as yourself~

Oh no.. He really is a flirt…

Wait… Do you remember his name? You are digging through your mind trying to remember, and it is written on your face.

Salai: You don’t remember my name do you?

He didn’t seem to take offense, which was a relief.

Salai: It’s ok, people tend to remember the art, not the artist. It’s Andrea.

Mitsuki: Andrea. I’ll be sure you remember that

He lets out a soft laugh.

Salai: No hard feelings if you don’t.

He looks back down at his sketchbook, pushing his curly hair behind it ear after it falls. You look at the profile of his face. You almost forgot how soft the curves of his face were. You were just about to get up and be on your way when he spoke again.

Salai: Say Mitsuki. How much time do you have left before you need to get back?

Mitsuki: I have some time before I need to get dinner started. Why?

Salai: Dinner? Now I really want to move to this boarding house.

He chuckled and put his pencil in his sketchbook and closed it, turning his head to look at you.

Salai: Why don’t we get some lunch?

You agreed. You aren’t sure what compelled you to go out with this stranger. But something about him is captivating, and a little familiar.

He said he recently found this small restaurant during his walks through the city and wanted to go try their food. You were expecting to go to some small cafe and grab a sandwich, but he took you to a restaurant. You sure hope this guy isn’t expecting something from you.

Salai: What brought you to Paris?

Mitsuki: I’m just here for work. I wanted to explore the world so I decided to work in Paris, but I’ll be leaving at the end of the month. What about you? You aren’t from here are you?

Salai: I’m from a small city north of Milan. I would like to say I’m also traveling but I’m actually looking for someone.

Mitsuki: You mean like a friend?

Salai: Hmm, something like that. I guess I’ll know when I see her.

He chuckles, giving you a smirk. You can’t help but roll your eyes. You thought you saw something sad in his eyes, but it must have just been the lighting.

You look down at the menu to see what you want. This place is much fancier than you were expecting.

Salai: Order what you want, it’s on me.

After a few minutes of looking over the menu, the two of you finally order.

Mitsuki: So what really brought you to Paris?

He tilted his head.

Salai: I really am looking for someone. It’s an old friend. We lost contact a few years ago and last I heard he’s in Paris.

Mitsuki: So you go into town and paint hoping you will see him?

Salai: Sort of. Since I’m here I might as well enjoy the city. Plus I still need to make money somehow, but it isn’t as easy as I thought in Paris.

An idea came to your head. You aren’t sure if it would work, but it is worth mentioning.

Mitsuki: That guy I was with the other day

Salai: That tall handsome brunette guy?

Mitsuki: I…uh…well yes. His name is Theo and he’s an art dealer. In a few weeks he’s going to have an exhibit showcasing some small artists' work.

Salai: an art dealer..?

He gets lost in his thoughts for a moment. You can’t quite tell if he is for the idea or not.

Mitsuki: He was very interested in the painting you were working on that day. If you have other’s finished I’m sure he would like to-EEK!

Suddenly there was a big crack of thunder, scaring you half to death. One moment it was fine outside and the next it was dark and down pouring. The two of you looked out the window and are glad you didn’t choose the outside seating. The employees were rushing around to dig out candles to light them, and telling guests that they can wait out the storm for a little, but they won’t be able to serve any food.

You turn to look at Salai and he’s pouting. He looks like such a little kid with his pout. You couldn’t help but gawk at him.

Mitsuki: Awe, that’s so cute.

His face went back to normal after hearing your comment. Then you realized what you had said.

Salai: So you think I’m cute~

Mitsuki: That’s not what I-

Salai: Say it again why don’t you~

You felt your cheeks getting flushed. Now you’re really stuck with him. There’s no way you’re walking out in that storm, but at least you aren’t alone with him.

Mitsuki: I meant the face you made was cute not your-

The rest of the words didn’t matter to him. The moment the word ‘cute’ came out of your mouth he grinned from ear to ear and seemed to kick his feet under the table. You couldn’t doubt it. He was cute, in his own little way. He opens his eyes and looks towards the window, the smile getting smaller but not disappearing.

Salai: It’s a shame they have to close the kitchen. I was really looking forward to eating here.

You both waited out the storm for a few minutes. There happened to be a lull in the rain so you both made a break for it. After standing under an awning for what seemed like forever, you finally happened to get a carriage to stop. Before you fully got into the carriage Salai grabbed your hand, making you look back at him. He held his cape above his head to try to keep most of him dry, but the rain was coming from all sides.

Mitsuki: Andrea! You’re getting all wet!

Even in this pouring rain he still had a smile on his face.

Salai: Thank you for spending the afternoon with me, Mitsuki

That smile could make you forget it was pouring out. His eyes still look so bright even though they are as dark as the sky.

Mitsuki: Oh.. you’re welcome

You quickly got lost in those eyes, almost forgetting to say anything

The driver tells you to hurry up and you apologize and get into the carriage

Salai: I’ll see you next time you’re in town!

He watches the carriage ride off, almost forgetting he is in the middle of a storm when lighting shoots across the sky. He jumps and hurries back to shelter.

He hurries back to his apartment as quickly as he can. He hates storms. He hates thunder. His heart has been racing the whole time but he didn’t want to let it show. She was there and that somehow made him feel okay. But why? This is the first time he’s really talked to her. How could he be getting feelings for her already?

He closes the door behind him and slides the floor, soaking wet. Another crack of thunder goes off and he jumps. If he knew it was going to rain today why did he even go out.

Salai: I hope I get to see her again.

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youredreamingofroo · 8 months ago

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📩 Simblr question of the day: Who's your biggest inspiration/s on Simblr? Mention them! Tell us why you like them!

honestly probably could've made an 800 page essay on people who inspire me on simblr, but these are my BIGGEST biggest inspirations :P

@minimooberry : Honestly, she's the reason why I even pursued rendering in blender and her stuff is probably the only reason why I even joined Simblr to begin with 🥹

@stellarfalls : Bree, the LEGEND, has inspired me in a lot of ways but the biggest one was her GIFS... I remember seeing her post of Rohan and Hana's first meeting and that sparked a light in my chest... I wanted oh so badly to make Gifs as good as her... I'm getting there but we all have different styles so it'll never be exact and I know my gifs will be good in their own way 🫶

@birdietrait : Their overall sim style just... idk its so good and loved it when I first saw their posts 🥹

@groovetrys : Her general editing style was a HUGE inspiration for me, I can't quite explain or pinpoint it but I LOVE her editing its sooo aesthetically pleasing

@slightly-ludic : This is a bit of a smaller detail, but I just LOVE how Jade edits her globetrotter screenshots, I love the sort of narrator perspective in the text and I've started to try and do something similar in Make the Most of It :)

@mattodore : So i've always loved being passionate about my characters (hence why Roo still exists 5 years later), but seeing River's blog and how IN DEPTH they go for Theo and Matthias (and their other OCs ofc) and how much passion they have for their characters inspired me to get more into the blood and guts of my characters, I don't think I'll ever get there exactly cuz I feel like u could ask River what Theo was doing on February 9th 2018 and they'd have an answer and I would not LMFAOO

@rebouks : I am just overall VERY inspired by Becca, but she's one of the people who got me inspired to start making more poses (albeit I was already into making my own poses, she definitely bumped that inspo) and I'm very inspired by her storytelling, its SO good and feels soooooo human

@buttertrait @miralure @acuar-io : squishing these three together because all their vibes just make me so happy and inspired or at least allowed me to feel like I can be myself in this community (mainly cuz their vibes are similar to the vibes of people I like and am friends with irl)

@torissims : her whole aesthetic is just something that I ASPIRE to have... like the vibes of her yesterday save posts are just MWAH chefs kiss man

@missatan : (nat getting all my love today damn LMAO) I don't think my renders will ever be as 8K ultra HD 5 billion pixel quality as hers, but the symbolism behind them and just how good they look have inspired me to at least WANT to do/get better at rendering

some of these might not really be classified as "inspirations" but I still felt like sharing my adoration for these people - There's SO many more people I could've @'d but felt these were my very VERY best inspirations.

I should mention that all my mutuals inspire me one way or another, the community as a whole has inspired me to be kinder and inspired me to just spout my adoration for peoples' work

#this was VERY much so out of my comfort zone but i felt like dipping my toes in the deep end by mentioning all these people #while most of them are bigger blogs than me i still think its worth mentioning people so others can find them and see these peoples' amazin #-posts #def gonna end up looking at this later and feeling embarrassed as hell for mentioning so many people.. 😭#yapping #Anonymous

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mask131 · 9 months ago

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The myth of Apollo (2)

This is a loose translation of Alain Moreau's article "The Antique Apollo: Shadow and Light".

II/ The ambiguous god

The mystery that shrouds Apollo’s origins, this enigma that disconcerts the scholars, had the advantage to allow the artists a freedom of imagination: since the shape of the primitive character of the god is drowned and blurred, he can be depicted as either a god of light, or a god of shadow and death; However, even within the most clear-cut portraits, his complexity remains. Apollo is never a god entirely just and good ; but he is never fully aligned with malevolent powers.

According to the beginning of the Iliad, Homer chose to depict the dreaded aspect of the go. Apollo, angered against Agamemnon’s army, hits them with a terrible disaster, (nousos, loimos), the plague: “A terrible sound came out of the silver bow. He first attacked the horses, like fast dogs. Then, it is men that are hit by his sharp arrow, and the funeral pyres burn hundreds ceaselessly.” Fervent enemy of the Greeks, it is Apollo that throws against the Achaean wall all the rivers of the Mount Ida ; it is also him that hits Patroclus in the back and offers him unarmed to the spear of Hector. And yet, this terrible god is also the one that brings a painless death, and then the cruel arrows become the “soft arrows”. He is hostile to the Achaeans, but he brings a tireless protection to the Trojans. Aeneas, Glaucos, Hector are all helped by him. He constantly assists them, recomforts them, stimulates them, saves them. If his shot brings death, it can also repel evil. Apollo is “the one that preserves” (hekaergos). Throughout the centuries, many epiclesis will attest this trait: alexikakos, apotropaios, epikourios…

In a reverse way, the “Homeric Hymn”, which is all about the glory of this conquering god who is eternally young and beautiful, oes not hide his “boundless pride”, and he is shown easily tricked. Young Apollo does not have the same temperance and moderation that will become the fundamentals of the Delphi wisdom, engraved on his very temple (“Know thyself”, “Never too much”) ; and young Apollo also lacks the omniscience of his father Zeus.

But with Pindar, at the beginning of the Classical age (5th century), he gains omniscience: in the “Pythics” he is described as “knowing the fatal term of all things and all the paths they take”, as “being able to count the leaves the earth grows during spring, and the grains of sand that roll under the waves of the sea or the river, and the flows of the wind” ; and as “you who sees clearly the future and its origin”… As a generous god, he also offers to humanity benevolent gifts, and maintains peace: “It is him that gives to men and to women the remedies that heal cruel diseases ; he gave us the cithara ; the Muse inspires those that please him ; he places in the hearts the love for concord and the horror of civil war. He rules the prophetic sanctuary.” As a son of Zeus, he himself becomes the embodiment of the divine, of the unnamed, of the celebrated “theos”. But Pindar didn’t go as far as to erase the other Apollo, the cruel god of destruction. Apollo takes his revenge over an unfaithful Coronis by sending Artemis, a merciless and blind executioner, to kill her with a brutal death – and so will perish numerous innocents whose sole crime was to live near the culprit.

Aeschylus’ Apollo, contemporary to the one of Pindar, brings a halt to the evolution of the god – and even a regression. In his tragedies, we have a bloodthirsty god that massacres with his arrows all of Niobe’s sons: his wrath is unflinching. Laios disobeyed the oracle: at the seventh door, the god will cause the fratricide of his grandsons Eteocle and Polynice (The Seven Against Thebes). Cassandra did not keep her promise: she will be mocked, captured and murdered. But the god, just like the perjury girl, does not hold his promises: after predicting to Thetis that all the gods will protect her bloodline with all of their love, he kills her son Achilles (The Judgement of Weapons). He is a god that scares people: “Phoibos” is close to “phobos”, fear and scare (The Persians). “Apollon” is close to “apollôn”, “he who destroys” (Agamemnon). The justice Apollo offers is an archaic justice, a vendetta logic: kill the one that killed. When he fights the Erynies within the play “The Eumenids”, he is not above them in any way: they have the same violence, the same bad faith, the same contradictions. And yet… this god is invoked by the messenger of Argos as the savior and the healer (Agamemnon). This imperfect god is the ambassador of Zeus, as it is highlighted many times during “The Eumenids”. This conquering god settles with pacifism on the ancient throne of Delphi: within “The Eumenids”, no murder of any dragon is mentioned. The god of darkness keeps some traits from the god of light.

The regression of Apollo within Aeschylus’ plays is explained by the turmoil of a world that was building: the Greek city was being born among a set of social and political tensions that impacted the way the thinkers saw the cosmos. Euripides’ own regression of Apollo can be explained by a world that is falling apart. The cities are fighting with each other, beliefs are weakening, the gods are falling from their pedestal and are lowered to the same level as mankind. It is the Dioscuri that absolve Orestes of the death of Clytemnestra. And the culprit of the crime is designated as Apollo, which gave “an unwise order” (Electra). A god full of grudges, he never forgives any offense. It is within his own sanctuary, in a treacherous way, by the arms of a thousand men, that he takes his revenge upon Pyrrhus, right as the latter was coming to make amends: “Here is how the Lord that gives oracles, the arbitrator of the law for all humankind, treats the son of Achilles as he was offering reparation! Just like a wicked man, he remembered old feuds. How could he then be wise?” (Andromache). Another proof of his lack of wisdom: he rapes Creusa. “Ah! Do not act in such a way ; if you have the power, practice the virtue! Because anyone who is wicked is punished by the gods. Then, how can we stand that yourselves, that make laws for the humans, be recognized of violating those laws? (Ion).

And yet, the Apollo of Euripides can also be as shining as the god of Pindar and of the Homeric Hymn: “How beautiful are the children of Leto, that she of Delos birthed in the fecund vales of the Isle – the golden-haired god, knowledgeable lyre-player, and the goddess proud in her talent at shooting with a bow!” (Iphigenia in Taurid). The bloodthirsty god can preach for peace: “Go you way, and may the most beautiful goddess, Peace, be in your home with honor.” (Orestes). And, while the poet is very critical of the god’s actions during “Ion”, he still sings the luminous and cosmic beauty of Delphi which, according to him, would have never been as great as it is if it wasn’t for the grace of its god: “Here is the brilliant four-horse chariot: Helios, already, sheds light upon the earth. And the stars flee the ether that is enflamed among the sacred night. The untouched peaks of the Parnassus, drowned in light, welcome for mankind the disc of the day.”

The ambiguity of the god, tied to his origins, is maintained as much within the works of those that criticized him, as in the texts of those that admired and respected him.

#apollo #greek mythology #greek god #the myth of apollo #greek gods #homer #pindar #aeschylus #euripides

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theosconfessions · 1 year ago

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with scarletts bc on the horizon..i thought i should do a recap of everything that happened in the 4 year time jump we just did to get here. :) theres a lot here so im putting it under a cut.

if youd like to read the stephens from the beginning you can over here:)

if youd like to read the stephens continued you can over here:)

theo had his 65th birthday and dustin is still young and hot. its just the life of a trophy husband.

the twins are now 6 years old. sweet babies. i shouldve put quotes around that. because theyre still kinda assholey. they do have theos genes running through them after all.

robin is in college and yes shes still living at home.

scarlett never went to college.choosing to chase her tiktok presence and now her bachelorette challenge instead. life of a try to be influencer.

as far as theos health..theres been some steps made towards the better.. which we will get into.

theo is your host for scarletts upcoming bachelorette challenge. how dusty feels about that isnt great. and theyve had it out in the time jump and will have it out long after it starts airing.

some wounds do not heal. and dusty is still HURT over theo cheating on him [literally he has that sentiment come up a lot. he cant get over it. makes me sad for him ]

blake and river are still together and still married. they were married before they even graduated highschool. HOWEVER... they did legally separate about one year into college. blaming the distance...but really..they married young and quick and got into something they werent quite ready for. river got back together with isla for a time and blake....well..... did some things that resulted in just a tremendous amount of guilt [even though they were split up ] and thus he got the river tattoo on his ribs. made him feel better? somehow? after a short time apart and never filing for a divorce or even an anullment the boys fell back together during their sophomore year of college. even though the distance was tough they made it through their college years. after river graduated he quickly moved back to tomarang where blake had his apartment since high school. BUT ALSO where he is now 3rd backup quarterback for the local team. yes. backup. we'll get into the strifes of that a little later ;)

THEO FOUND OUT HE HAS MORE CHILDREN. or should i say dustin found out theo has more children. jesus christ. adult children but children nonetheless.

jami took over the strip club entirely. and he is helping out just like he said he would be at dustin and theos.

jami and marlee. DO NOT HAVE ANYMORE KIDS. FOR NOW. yeah!

even though scarletts bc will be going on... the stephens continued will still be posted hand in hand with it .. so we will get into SO MUCH MORE as we move on.

welcome to four years later..and welcome to finding out how many ways love is embarrassing :)

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possum-quesadilla · 4 months ago

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New chapter of Time’s Arrow, “Good luck, babe! You’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling” is up! Everyone say “thank you, concussion.” (Don’t actually. It sucks.) THIS CHAPTER IS PARTICULARLY ROUGH. PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS CAREFULLY AND PROCEED WITH CAUTION!

As always, here are the extras!

- The lyrics for this chapter’s title are from “Good Luck, Babe!” By Chappell Roan! I think it is pretty self explanatory, haha.

- The songs for this chapter are “A Deer Mistaking Candles for Headlights” by Crywank, “Racehorse: Get Married!” By Jordaan Mason, “bad idea!” By girl in red, “Gross” by Penelope Scott, “maggot belly” by awfultune, “Lavender” by Penelope Scott, “Personal” by Stars, “Little Soldiers” by The Crane Wives, “Butch 4 Butch” by Rio Romeo, and, of course, “Good Luck, Babe!” By Chappell Roan!

- “ “Go! Class starts in…” he leaned away, squinting hard at the clock on the wall just outside the kitchen. “… some.. amount of time.” “… I need to take you to the optometrist.” The teen opened the door and went to step outside, ignoring the demon’s ‘huh?’.” - Beetlejuice’s eyesight suuuuucks. They’ve never been to an eye doctor, or even heard of one. They really need glasses. Perhaps they will get some soon!

- “The very thought of the feeling of food in his mouth, of the savory and salty tastes and mushy textures overwhelming his senses made his stomach turn. But the tug at his non-functional heart strings at the image of Barbara’s disheartened expression was stronger, more painful.” - Not the best motivation to eat, but honestly, any motivation can be good motivation when you’re having trouble getting yourself to eat!

- “Did anyone see you? You barely pass as human, and you’re a stranger in this town. Did anyone bother you? Are you alright?” “Geez, Chuck, when-” “Where have you been?! Do you know how late it is, young man?” - Get parent-ed, idiot!

- “‘Young man’? I am neither of those.” - This is a cheeky reference to a similar joke in “Good Omens”!

- “… English isn’t my best language.” “What others do you know?” “.. let’s put a pin in that convo, D-Dog. Your energy is distracting in the best way.” “Aww, thank you!” - a little peak at Beej and Delia’s friendship. I will probably expand more on it if I ever write the extra chapters!

- “Charles furrowed his brows. “Where did you get that laptop?” ” … “… where did you get that one?” - He stole them.

- “ “The what?” Charles sat up straight, brows knit in… concern? Beetlejuice wasn’t sure.” - he is not used to parental concern! Get cared about, fool!

- “… ‘Surely the average White River townie will be petrified by your demonic beauty!’” He chuckled to himself. He thought perhaps he imagined Barbara, Adam, and Delia laughing as well. “First of all, thank you, you’re too kind.” ” - A little peep at the smug, braggy little guy he used to be! And yes, they did laugh at his joke in agreement. He just doesn’t want to hear it because he can’t accept love.

- “Semi-tamed curly hair, now brown with irritating grey streaks he couldn’t get rid of. Manic honey-brown eyes instead of yellow serpentine ones, blemishes on his face instead of moss. Skin now pink, but still pale.” - yeah, basically just Alex Brightman, just with brown, curly hair. Surprise!

- “…wrist-length black driving gloves to cover his blackened fingertips.” - This, along with a line later on, is heavily inspired by the character Theo from “The Haunting of Hill House”. See if you can spot it! She similarly is very sensitive, and wears gloves to avoid direct physical contact with others.

- “They hate it. Fuck. Maybe next-day delivery holy water is still an option?” - ABSOLUTELY NOT

- “They look like a substitute teacher.” - Dewey Finn reference! I see a lot of Beetlejuice fans talking about the “School of Rock” musical. I’ve only seen the movie, and I love it. Should I give it a listen?

- “ “They look… nice.” Adam’s cheeks were flushed a dark pink. Barbara let out a delighted giggle as she rubbed her hands over his facial hair. “What a professional little man!” ” - They think he is so handsome. Barbara cannot control her cuteness aggression.

- “Lydia, pumpkin, I don’t want the people of this town thinking of me as a scoundrel. He obviously is too old to be E-.. Emily’s son.” - He’s trying his best to keep Emily relevant and talked about!! It’s just a bit hard still. Also, yeah, no one would really believe the man with greying hair was spawned from Charles and Emily.

- “He hadn’t been opposed to people thinking he was his son.” - he has never been called someone’s son in a positive way! New experience unlocked!

- “He was… happy. Light. Warm. He felt like he could rip apart a car with his teeth.” - like yours truly, Beetlejuice gets the urge to bite and rip things apart with his teeth when he is excited.

- “ “… I’ll tell folks I’m a distant Maitland relative. Maybe a cousin!” Beetlejuice grabbed Lydia’s arm, going to pull her out the door, missing the way Adam and Barbara wrinkled their noses at the word ‘cousin’.” - I wonder why they were so opposed to him being called a cousin? Hmmm.

- “Beetlejuice slides the Book across the counter and holds out a pen. “Have you heard about our Loyalty Program?” ” - what a weird, suspicious insistence he has. I wonder why that ‘Book’ is capitalized. Surely that must be an error? ;)

- “He bolts off, excusing that he needs to go find Percy and put him in ‘extreme air jail’.” - ‘Extreme air jail’ is when he floats off the ground while holding Percy up. Like regular air jail, but extreme.

- “Aftershave. Tung oil. Black tea. Tea-tree oil and nicotine.” - the smells, respectively, are from Charles, Adam, Barbara, and Delia! Delia smells like her vape pen a bit.

- “Lydia released the demon’s hands, slowly stepping behind them. “I’m behind you, alright? I’m gonna take your blindfold off.” ” - Lydia educated herself on his triggers and is careful not to come up behind him/touch his back or chest without letting him know first!

- “The walls had a familiar striped wallpaper applied to them..” - they recreated the striped walls from when Beej took over the house!

- “… pocketed figurines of various horror characters and stupid-looking colorful monsters. (Adam had called them “pokay-men”?)” - Beetlejuice stole a bunch of Pokémon funko pops without knowing anything about them, except that Adam likes them.

- Two “Lisa Frankenstein” references! The poster, as well as the name of a character later.

- “The ceiling was lined with familiar gentle string lights, the bulbs giving off a soft yellow glow.” - gentle lighting for his sensitive eyes, courtesy of Adam and Barbara! He never really turns on the overhead lights.

- “A large, fuzzy, purple rug covered most of the hard concrete floor.” - Delia picked this out for him! She knows how much he loves Floor Time.

- “… seemingly home-made black and white quilt..” - Barbara made it herself!

- “.. and a rotund black cat plush Lydia had ordered off of Amazon and claimed was for herself.” - it is a squishmallow. Beej still has no idea what they are, but Lyds got one just for him!

- “.. even a rocking chair covered in a bright green fleece blanket in the corner-” - Charles picked out that blanket after seeing how much Beetlejuice enjoyed the fleece blanket on the guest bed!

- “Like Dad said, you deserve your own space, big guy.” - ‘Dad’ is capitalized like that because Lydia considers Charles both her and Beej’s dad now.

- “They still aren’t sure what to do, way later that night, as they lie in their very own bed for the first time. They’d never had a space of their own.” - yeah, he’s never had his own bed. Or room. He mostly slept on the floor growing up, sometimes under a stove!

- “.. as he stared up at the multitude of gently glowing green stars plastered on the ceiling.” - Delia heard that his name is based on a star, so she got these and carefully plotted them out to match the real night sky/constellations!

- “ “I was only thirteen, Beetlejuice.” … “I dunno, Sexy. Arson is a pretty mild form of revenge. I was doin’ a lot worse for a lot less at that age.” ” - Beetlejuice had suggested that Adam should’ve set a bully’s backpack on fire.

- “And you don’t wanna put your weapon up against your victim’s back. Makes it real easy for them to just take it from ya.” - This is true! A little bit of self defense advice!

- “Do you get all your mugging tools at Home Depot? God/Satan, you’re butch.” And “My tit!” - These are both “Jennifer’s Body” references. I couldn’t help myself.

- “… red sleeveless sweater, frowning at the blood-stained button-up underneath. “My.. good friend gave me this stupid, tacky sweater vest…” ” - Yeah he dresses like his human disguise like Dewey Finn because of Adam.

- “It was tacky and itchy and smelled like mothballs, but it was still something one of his favorite ghosts had given him.” - Beetlejuice savors every single thing given to him, because no one really ever gave him presents before.

- “Don’t say Barbara, don’t say Barbara- “Ba-.. Bab… Babette.” What the fuck was that? Babette? “Yeah. Babette… ” ” - Of course, the town remembers Adam and Barbara, so he has to call them by other names. ‘Babette’ is what he thought of on the spot.

- Suprise! Ash is Sky the Girl Scout’s sister! Her full name is “Ashlyn Swallows”, but she only wants to go by “Ash”.

- “Fuuuuck.” … “ “.. damn. That… that, uh… poor girl..” Fuck, the Maitlands and Charles and Delia are going to be so mad when they hear about this.” - Asshole Beej, my beloved. He only cares about his own humans, and not at all how he impacts anyone outside his circle.

- “…and a fair wage from my own pocket.” - So the business doesn’t suffer from the absurd amount of money he is going to pay this kid.

- “Beetlejuice’s ear flicked at the sound of her heartbeat quickening, the jewelry clinking irritably.” - Yeah he hates the jewelry, but he had a hard time saying ‘no’ to Cyrus’ gifts.

- “… yeah. I didn’t realize she’d remember, though.” - Hmm. I wonder if anyone else remembers things that occurred during the loop?

- “… and Barbara enjoyed the occasional sniff of his glass.” - Since she can’t drink the wine, Beetlejuice is letting her smell it instead. Not the same, but it’s still nice!

- “Barbara was sat right up next to him on the couch, leaning on his side and keeping an arm loosely around his midsection.” … “They try their best not to melt at Barbara’s touch as she starts to gently scratch at their chin.” … “His ears went back at the delighted little squeak from Barbara, but he relaxed as she wrapped her arms around him and tightly squeezed. “There he is!” Beetlejuice felt his tail quivering as he wrapped one arm around her in turn. “Yeah, yeah, I know, I’m the most handsome devil you’ve ever seen.” The ghost softly huffed. “It’s true!” ” - Barbara is laying it on THICK. Too bad Beetlejuice’s skull is thicker!

- “.. the demon jumped as Delia leaned in close, scrunching up his nose at the smell of wine on her breath, the sudden increase in all of the sounds of her body functioning. Lungs expanding, blood flowing, joints creaking. It was much harder to ignore when she was that close.” - Beej is constantly overwhelmed by the noises everything makes, especially since he’s not taking care of his sensory needs.

- “The demon slowly let out a breath once Delia leaned back into her place again, his grip on Barbara tightening. Why was it so hard to allow humans to be close?” - BECAUSE HE DOESN’T PAY ATTENTION TO HIS SENSORY NEEDS. And also people suck sometimes.

- “He glanced down at the ghost, hurriedly looking away and taking a swig of his wine when he found her staring up at him with a soft, fond look in her eyes.” - Oh, he’s big stupid. Thankfully, Barbara likes her men just a wee bit stupid.

- “Beetlejuice slurred, finishing off his glass. He went to release Barbara and reach out to refill it, but she gripped onto him tighter.” … “He felt the wine glass be tugged from his grip.” - Barbara decided he had enough, and is gently cutting him off here.

- “(If anything, at least the alcohol was dulling the horrid sounds of the house settling, of the wind blowing and clouds churning, of the distant call of the cicadas. He could no longer feel how tight the stupid dress shirt was, feel his own teeth sitting in his skull. It was nice. Perhaps he should drink more often.)” - unfortunately, a staggering amount of adults with autism use alcoholism to cope with symptoms they have yet to learn how to properly cope with, and to help them better socialize.

- “Just like there’s some stupid part of me that’ll always hope my Ma will turn herself around and start carin’ about me.” - AUGH. The anguish of having abusive parents. Some stupid hard-wired part of your brain is always hopeful they’ll just decide to be good one day.

- “… kids are great like that. They’re made with this…. Hard wired love for their parents.” … “I always thought.. it would be great to take all the love I had saved up for her, all the love she never returned, and… pass it on.” - HE JUST WANTS TO LOVE AND BE LOVED SO BAD OKAY?? I’m not crying you are

- “He titled his head back a bit to look at Adam, in his pajamas, without his glasses, staring the demon down with the most sorrowful expression he’d ever seen on a human being. It hurts worse than the ritual, worse than the glass window, worse than centuries of solitude. This is all you do, Lawrence. You hurt others, and you hurt yourself. His mother’s voice is always in the back of his mind, but it’s so clear now.” - Adam is feeling sympathy and/or empathy, like a normal person, but Beej is taking it as him hurting Adam by being the way that he is.

- “ “B-but they… I could never…” The Maitlands hold him tightly. Barbara gently shushes him, running her fingers through his hair. He didn’t have to finish. She knew. They shared that pain, together. They’d had a long, tearful conversation one night, during their year in the loop. It was the closest he’d ever felt to human, even considering the times he was actually human.” - I will leave this up to interpretation within the confines of Time’s Arrow. I may expand upon it in one of the extra chapters, maybe write out the conversation they had, but for now I will allow readers to come to their own conclusions, since this breaches topics I am currently not fully equipped/educated to write about.

- “ “Maybe you can distribute that love elsewhere.” It wasn’t too bad an idea. But where?” - Delia is suggesting to turn that love inwards, and to maybe also distribute it to Lydia and the Maitlands. But Beej is daft.

- “ “Pink’s a great color on you,” Delia says, patting his cheek before she turns to head back towards the living room. He couldn’t disagree more.” - YOU DESERVE LOVE. CARE IS A GOOD LOOK ON YOU. Oh god he isn’t listening.

- “Sleep finally finds them. They aren’t sure how they made it down into their room, or how they were able to change into a cozy sweatshirt and pair of loose-fitting boxer shorts. But somehow, they did.” - Adam and Barbara carefully and very respectfully helped him change!

- “As they took a wary little sip of the old, undiluted wine,” - Greek wine from waaay back when had to be diluted. Undiluted, it is way too strong and bitter.

- “ “Beetlejuice, when was the last time you drank water?” .. “I had a Dr. Pepper last week.” .. “Who gave you a Dr. Pepper?” “Wh- I’m a grown demon! I can get myself a Dr. Pepper!” Lydia raised an eyebrow at him. He scoffed, looking down at the counter. “Fine. Ash did.” ” - this is both based on a bit from Game Grumps and also a conversation I had with a friend.

- “For that hour before the two of them had to leave, Beetlejuice instead listened. At first it was frantic, confused. Then the conversation was light and breezy. Teasing, joking, excitedly comparing interests. He knew he had to make them meet from the moment Ash mentioned cinematography. Neither of them had many friends other than him, from what he’d heard. And he was sure Ash didn’t consider him a friend regardless. I’m a genius.” - My guy thinks he is the master of meet-cutes. He needs to meet-cut it out and go to therapy. (Next chapter can’t come soon enough…)

- “Their tongue and throat burned with the remains of that horrible sticky, iron taste.” … “Energy, revitalized from this latest sacrifice, buzzed through their whole being..” - Yeah he is accepting sacrifices of human blood from Cyrus’ cult. That is how he is getting the energy and strength to resist the Seal.

- “They desperately grasp Cyrus’ hands. They fumble, head burning and spinning, as they guide his hands to their throat. The demon quirks an eyebrow at them curiously. “Hurt me,” they rasp, their words almost slurring together. “Hurt me like you did before.” ” - DRUNKEN CONSENT IS NOT REAL CONSENT!! Allowing someone to hurt you is not an adequate way to deal with your issues!!

- “As you wish, Pet.” - Sorry I twisted a line from a beloved romance story and made it fucked up. It will not happen again. (It might)

Fun tidbit for making it this far! Here are some TikToks that summarize Ash and Beej’s “friendship”! This, this, and this!

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disenchantedif · 2 years ago

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Noah Kahan songs for the ros? ☝️

Bored at work so I’m answering asks. I love this one. Luci’s was almost Dial Drunk for the record but they’d never actually have the guts to call MC lmfao.

Viktor: Everywhere, Everything

Everywhere, everything; I wanna love you 'til we're food for the worms to eat; 'til our fingers decompose, I'll keep my hands in yours

Theo: She Calls Me Back

I don't get much sleep most nights, I'm seeing you in every dream; if only I could wake you up, if only I could fall asleep; I'll love you when the ocean's dry, I'll love you when the rivers freeze

Charlie: Come Over

Someday I'm gonna be somebody people want; but I'm in the business of losing your interest and I turn a profit each time that we speak

Luci: Animal

White lies take all of the color from you; most nights you don't sleep at all and you black out blind; you hide, is there any wonder no one ever really tries to call?

Cameron: False Confidence

Why won't you take me seriously? Look at me all fucked up over someone I'll never meet; and I wonder why I tear myself down to be built back up again

Harlow: Howling

Where to begin? Oh, let's pretend we never met so I can disappear a moment; I've been trying to swim with both my hands behind my back; my dear, I always feared the ocean

Penny: The View Between Villages

It's all washin' over me, I'm angry again; the things that I lost here, the people I knew, they got me surrounded for a mile or two

Avery: Carlo’s Song

Still haven't found what I'm looking for, some escape from my sin; you know that place you been dreaming of where all light comes in.

And I'll keep growing my hair out long just to cover my eyes; and I'll keep playing that goddamn song if it keeps you alive

The Wraith: Halloween

It's an ode to the hole that I found myself stuck in, the song for the grave that I dug; there's a murder of crows in the low light off Boston and I see your face in each one

#answered asks #disenchantedif #luci rivera #theo parker #viktor orlov #cameron fletcher #??? (the wraith)#avery monroe #harlow mitchell #charlie ortiz #penny eliades

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leviiackrman · 2 years ago

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OC TAG GAME;

I was tagged by @marivenah @jackiesarch @minaharkers @noonfaerie + @corvosattano to do this fun little tag game with my kids, thank you sm beloveds!

Tagging: @sstewyhosseini @chuckhansen @risingsh0t @florbelles @simonxriley @confidentandgood @shadowglens @solasan @denerims @liurnia @queennymeria @roofgeese @nokstella @blissfulalchemist @detectivelokis @fenharel @jinfromyarikawa @river-ward @indorilnerevarine @shellibisshe @arklay @jacobseed @necroticpetals @heroofpenamstan @hunterhorn @unholymilf @kingsroad @baldurians @duffmckagans + @malefiicarum

FAVOURITE OC;

I think we all saw that one coming lmao. Whatever mood I’m in, either of these gals can cheer my up instantly! I’ve been blessed with the opportunity to talk about them quite a bit recently so that’s just fuelled me even more tehe

NEWEST OC;

Baby gal Kaida! The newest kid in the club with a heart of GOLD! I love her sm… I’ve wanted a purely goth oc for a v long time but haven’t found the right ‘environment’ for them you could say, so I’m glad I’ve finally been able to expand on this idea!

OLDEST OC;

Now this one I’m unsure of. Back in the day, my uc self insert was at the forefront of my entire brain BUT I also played da:o for the first time v shortly after getting my ps4 and so lyna was born, but my witcher twins were in development at the same time so I quite honestly couldn’t tell you who came first lmao

MEANEST OC;

Rin is by far the meanest of all my ocs… but she’s so good with her words that I doubt most people realise she’s even being mean yknow? Theo tho is a typical stuck up rich bitch with an awful attitude and if someone gets offended she just pays them off

SOFTEST OC;

Asami baby is the PHYSICAL EMBODIMENT of softness… like she’s so squishy and cuddly and kind and just doesn’t have a single bad bone in her body. Other ocs I was like ‘hmm they’re soft’ but then they’d have a dark moment of just pure rage… but w Asami she never has that! Just a big ol cuddle puddle🤍

MOST ALOOF/STANDOFFISH OC;

Jordan has plenty of reasons to be standoffish. She avoids people implicitly but they’re just drawn to her.. so people get confused when she tries to actively avoid them. I would’ve put her in the ‘mean’ category but she has some soft moments, but not often. Rin also falls into this category and I couldn’t decide who was more fitting so they’re both here aha

DUMBEST (AFFECTIONATE) OC;

If someone could share a brain cell with this gal that would be great. She knows she’s not smart in the slightest and that’s just what makes her so lovable! Even in her stupidity she’s pure and fun so what more could you want?

SMARTEST OC;

Obvious answer really. Her IQ is so high she could sky dive off of it… like there’s nothing scarier than a criminal who’s smarter than EVERYONE. No shmuck can outthink her and that’s what makes her so formidable, even if she’s not the burliest physically

OC I’D BE FRIENDS WITH IRL;

Omg mama Gigi is my kinda fun! I would happily be friends with a lot of them, but some of their excessive positivity would get annoying real fast to me lmao, where as Gigi knows there’s a time and place! She’s just sm fun and is down for literally anything, if you needed help she’d be there or if you just wanted to cry/vent - she’d listen! Get you a gal who can do IT ALL!

#tagged*#peep the fact Rin appears 4 times lmao #oc: margot durand #oc: rin kyutoku #oc: kaida ishimoto #oc: jess drake #oc: una wattleseed #oc: isaac wattleseed #oc: lyna mahariel #oc: theo bainbridge #oc: asami enatsu #oc: jordan parker #oc: hideko sugawara #oc: gigi olalia #marivenah #jackiesarch #minaharkers #noonfaerie #corvosattano

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tallysgreatestfan · 1 year ago

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Dystopian heroines lesser known than Katniss Everdeen and Tris Prior

Wanted a small exercise in drawing very different kind of people, using the heroines of amazing dystopias I can recommend, and got a bit carried away.

Tally Youngblood – Uglies Series (Scott Westerfeld)

Mischievous, lonely, but also a bit naïve and sheltered Tally wants nothing more than to be made Pretty, to fit in, to be how she should be. As she meets the unconventional Shay, these ideas get challenged, and for a while, the two carve out every little bit of freedom their world allows them. Then Shay vanishes, and the suddenly not that friendly and utopian anymore government forces Tally to find her.

Uglies has this nice dreamy, almost utopian feeling to it, but you always sense that there is something horrible in the background. But the heart of the series, also in the two following books, is Tally and Shays quite real feeling, somewhat homoerotic (sadly only implied though, not canon) and very dysfunctional relationship. This was one of the first YA dystopias to get big, and even predates The Hunger Games, but is not as famous anymore, even if this year a movie finally will come out. Sadly, despite Tally in the books being chubby to fat, at least in the first book, and her ethnicity never stated, they cast a thin white actress for her though. 1

Sonmi-451 – Cloud Atlas (David Mitchell)

Sonmi was created as a servant in a fast food chain, but despite being as quiet as she was meant to be, she also is curious and smart and seeks justice, and as she wants more of her life than that, she ends up in a conspiracy that could end the rule of the companies governing Neo Seol.

Sonmis tale, told as an interview before her execution, is one of six stories in Cloud Atlas. I love stories of clones and androids coming into their own and realizing that they are people, and this one was one of my favorites as a teen.2

Ria – Die Verratenen (Ursula Poznanski)

Ria, a genius at rhetoric and at reading people, and always rational, is one of the leading students in sphere Hoffnung. But then she finds out about a planned assassination of her and five others, and is forced to flee into the ice-cold wilderness outside and has to bargain with the clans living there. The clans again and again attacking supply trains between the spheres. It turns out there is more to the hostility of the two groups than the spheres let her think. But they are still in danger…

A german book, I remember reading this down in one big train journey. There is always just another cliffhanger, you can’t lay this book down. The criticism of elitism and first world-third world divide is interesting too.3

Aster Grey – An Unkindness of Ghosts (Rivers Solomon)

Smart and adaptive enough to be a healer, but stern and socially awkward enough to be somewhat of an outsider even among her peers on the lower decks of a racially segregated generation ship, Asters life is already hard enough, trying to protect her mentally ill former lover and now best friend Giselle, healing people along with Theo, the bastard child of a higher decks general, avoiding the brutalizing raids. Then she finds new leads about the mysterious death of her mother, and is thrown into the power struggle among the white leaders.

This is not a light read. The discrimination and abuse Aster (and Giselle, and to an only slightly lesser extent Theo) faces, for being black, for being female, for being autistic, for being bi and nonbinary is incredibly intense and the book painfully shows every bit of it. Still, the world felt vivid and real, and Aster is a quite unique heroine. I also felt quite seen in her as a bi autistic woman.4

Mia Wiedemann – Sternenschimmer (Kim Winter)

Optimistic and kind, Mia wants to help in a refugee hostel for the refugees of an civil war on the planet Loduun. She falls in love with Iason, a cold and stern refugee still traumatized from the war, but soon tension between humans and aliens rise, and also the conflicts of the civil war follow the refugees to earth.

More a love story than a dystopian, Sternenschimmer still captured my heart as a teen because it managed to describe how vulnerable and strange and painful first love feels quite well. The worldbuilding is also quite vivid, and I like the humor.5

Also sorry that I don't have more queer heroines, except for Aster, none of them are canonically queer, even if Tally and Shay do seem to be bi, but aren't actually canonically confirmed. Bought another book with a queer heroine, but it turned out to not actually be dystopian.

(trigger warnings below the line)

1 trigger warnings: eating disorders, beauty culture, body dysmorphia, ableism, major trigger warning for the characters in the second and third book massively glorifying self harm and eating disorders and this not being handled particularly well

2 trigger warnings: rape, dehumanization, euthanisia, cannibalism, in the movie: yellowface and blackface. The setting of her story in South Korea could also play into the “cyberpunk orientalism” trope

3 trigger warnings: viruses and germs, child harm, could also possibly play into the noble s*vage trope

4 quite a lot, this book is very heavy and brutal: Most of all racism, police brutality, rape, slavery, ableism, medical gore, depictions of severe mental illness, suicide

5 I am white and not a refugee, so I am not sure about the details, but this surely glosses over a lot of the refugee experience, and also possibly paints some refugees as more dangerous than they are in reality. Also Iason can be somewhat controlling, and its not handled very well. Trigger warnings: mind control, violence (not particulary graphic), in the following books: suicide, mental illness.

#bookblr #booklr #science fiction #dystopia #YA #YA dystopia #Uglies #Cloud Atlas #Die Verratenen #An Unkindness of Ghosts #Sternenschimmer #queer representation #black representation #fanwork #fanart #my fanwork #my fanart

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