#but uuuuuuuugh the pride

[nie7027]

Can't believe my laptop acting up is the thing that finally pushed me to apply to jobs

I just... love it so much :( I don't want it to break down

[calciumdeficientt]

I like your headcanons! I would like to see your headcanons about Parker and Pinky (and maybe Gord). And I would be even more pleased with headcanons about my OC Mary ^^

UUUUUUUUGH YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY i love Parker he’s my fav prep and very closely tied as my favourite student too and i never see much stuff for pinky either, I love pinky! Ill dedicate a special post to Mary, I like to give everyone’s ocs special attention :3

PARKER OGILVIE AND PINKY GAUTHIER HCS

PINKY GAUTHIER

Ladies first! And to start I think Pinky is most definitely a lady, despite how young she is. She probably had elocution lessons from very young, likely as soon as she started toddling the Gauthiers were putting books on her still yet unfused head. She prides herself on having the best table manners, vocabulary and posture of the preps but then again there’s a LOT of pressure on her. Her marriage to Derby was likely decided before Pinky was even a concept, she’s known her entire life that the plan for her is to marry her cousin and keep the family lines strong, pure and untainted by the blood of lower class outsiders. I’d find it very hard to believe that her parents put any sort of emphasis on her academic achievements, they likely want her to make good connections and thrive socially. Ever since she was very little her parents have made her plan and host her own birthday parties. The mark of a good woman is how good she is as a hostess, after all.

Pinky is very naturally graceful, so her parents sent her off to a ballet school in Belgium for the first few years of her early teens, she enjoyed the dancing but very much did not enjoy the teachers’ emphasis on her appearance when she danced. Alongside ballet, she was also taught to ballroom dance and to figure skate. Pinky can still barely stand the smell of hairspray, it reminds her too much of having her hair wrenched back into exceptionally tight, intricate styles for ballroom. She keeps on with ballet and figure skating, although she mostly tends to skate in duo competitions with Gord rather than solo, she finds them more enjoyable.

Likes to be tanned, but will never go to a tanning salon unless she’s absolutely positively desperate. Then again, she only ever gets spray tans in the salon. If she feels she’s looking a little pale or sickly, she calls her daddy. Daddy will then get her out of class for however long she likes and whisk her away somewhere nice and warm. It’s the perfect arrangement.

Despite my first headcanon, i do think that pinky has still retained a good amount of her inner child. She loves the carnival, and will beg anyone and everyone to take there. If not to go on the rides, to gawk at all the poor people. Like gord, she admires them, but unlike gord she really relishes in their sense of fun. The carnival is trivial in terms of amusement for her when at the snap of her fingers she could own every single six flags in the country. Or have a waterslide built into the walls of her room right down into the Olympic sized pool the Gauthiers have in their yard. Pinky likes those that are outside her social circle because they’re so carefree, they can use what little money they have in their pockets to shoot empty tequila bottles with an airsoft rifle and win little tickets and they have FUN doing it! Now that is cool.

Pinky is quick to love, she makes connections easily because she’s been so deprived of interaction in her younger years. Her parents, more specifically her father, kept her locked in an ivory tower on their estate for as long as humanly possible lest she get any ideas above her station. Pinky is most definitely a girls girl, she likes doing girly stuff and in a clique choc full of boys she finds it hard to fully connect with the preps beyond anything highly superficial. She tries to plan girls days out as often as possible and she pays for literally everything, mani-pedis, new outfits, breakfast lunch and dinner. Pinky just likes being a girly girl, and when she’s around other girls her age she really thrives.

PARKER OGILVIE

Parker is just the sweetest person in the universe. You could not get me to say a bad word about Parker if my life depended on it. I think he’s a very happy go lucky guy, and definitely the person you want to go to if you’re feeling a little bit blue (aquaberry blue or otherwise) because he’s just so sunny! No one really knows how he manages to stay so positive all the time, maybe its because of all the inbreeding but he could be having the worst day that any human in the history of the world could have ever experienced and he’d still be basically skipping around school whistling like a 1940’s Disney character.

He tires to act all ruthless and cold hearted to fit in better with the preps but he’s such a huge softie, he just can’t help but show it, even if it makes him feel guilty (like the voice lines about the beggar). Parker wears his heart on his sleeve, he’s pretty easy to read, which by proxy makes him easy to manipulate. He forms strong bonds quickly and gets his heart broken a lot. He just wants to be loved in the same way he loves everyone else, he still hasn’t quite realised that a man of his station can’t love so freely.

The gnome thing started when he was a little kid. Every kid has their comfort item, his just happened to be an antique garden gnome. He took gnomey with him everywhere, to school, to bed, to cotillions. Everywhere. Once his parents found out his tantrums could be satiated with gnomes, his collection only grew. When his sister was born, he was given a small collection of gnomes by his parents a little gnome family painted to look like the Ogilvies, with a card stating that they were actually a special gift from his newborn sister. This made the transition from only child to older brother just a little bit smoother. In hindsight, his parents could have tried to wean him off of the gnomes, more specifically his nasty habit of talking openly with them, but they saw Parker wasn’t showing any other sins of stunted development or impaired neurological function like they had seen with many of their other old-money friends’ kids, so simply let him keep chatting away to the gnomes.

He’s got quite the knack for gardening, but fears he’ll be kicked out of the clique if he continues to get caught elbow deep in potting soil, so he opts to hire help in the form of other students. He gives them detailed instructions on everything, from pruning, to watering to propagation but always seems to find himself in the greenhouse at dead of night with a head torch on, cleaning up their shoddy work. Tad sometimes comes to help him, and they have a little secret corner of the greenhouse that they grow seasonal flowers in. If Parker likes them enough, he’ll cut of the best ones and make bouquets for his dates. He’s been turned down so many times though, that he’s starting to run out of flowers.

Has the most gorgeous, pin straight hair ever. Much to the despair of other preps (COGUH gordCOUGH) that have to rely on hair straighteners and countless extremely expensive styling products to keep their hair looking fabulous and up to par. Parker is usually good to go as soon as he’s out of bed. Just a light brushing to alleviate tangles and brush his hair into place and he’s flyaway free and good to go. The only time he ever touches his hair with products is days he knows he’s got big events, or will be doing a lot of strenuous exercise. He uses styling wax and hairspray SPARINGLY on those days to make sure his hair stays at its very best.

[everylastbird]

Little known fact, apparently: you can apologize with both your actions AND your words, and both are important when trying to express remorse for having hurt others

[wingsyouburn]

I just followed behind someone with a “straight pride” bumper sticker and I almost threw up in my mouth.

[chillywind]

So I’m in NY with my brother and parents visiting fam. It’s pride weekend and my brother and I really wanted to go but neither of us are out to our parents and we were toying with the idea of just being like “oh we want to go see the parade ‘cause we’re curious” which isn’t a total lie.

But before we can, our mom makes some offhanded disparaging comment about pride and I almost threw up.

Long story short we won’t be attending NY pride this year and I prob won’t ever come out to my parents.

[ask-agent-rapzutin-vodello]

Cmon Lizzie a story about you and Norma acting like brats can't be that bad. I'm sure your fellow interns had moments where they acted like brats, but their to prideful go to admit it. Stories like that are something you look back and laugh at. Just share one story, you'll gain and lose nothing.

[Lizzie] Okay, fine. We were like, 4 or 5 and - ugh, this is gonna su-u-uck - me and Norma were really in - UUUUUUUUGH - Pretty Pink Princesses. Y'know, those really over-the-top girly franchise that -

(turns to laughing person in the background) YEAH, YEAH, LAUGH IT UP, MARTINEZ! Like you never went through a phase like that!

(Morris laugh-apologizes)

Gods... Anyway, we really wanted a princess car - one of those electrical ones you can actually ride. We nagged and nagged untill Pops finally relented. He bought us each one.

But, we hated it. I hated mine because it was blue - wasn't my favorite color back then - and had Norma's favorite Pretty Princess on it. And Norma hated hers, because it ....didn't had the right flag, if I remember correctly.

Long story short. We demolished the cars within the first half-hour we had them. Kinda how we found out we were Psychic.

And afterwards we nagged for weeks to get new cars. We didn't get those. So we destroyed some priceless vase. Or was it an urn? Don't remember.

[adziedoodle]

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[maiuoart]

Zookeeper Mutt

These are the images that PLAGED MY MIND since so long ago... And I HAD TO FINALLY DRAW IT OUT!!! 

Got Russ playing tug-o-war with his personal lunch of a sandwich or something as a bearcub tries to snatch it... He’s encouraging his little hunting ordeals, while trying not to get another scar on his face from it’s paw~ I also have a high HC that when he gets into the enclosures, he literally takes his shoes and socks off so he can climb and run faster with the animals... Rip his sweater though.

My second pride is him sleeping with three baby sloths... Ohmygod, he would be the best cuddler to the babies of all types!!! 

Just... So many ordeals :’D Taking naps with the Wolves, getting snuggled to death by lions, sleeping with the babies, cleaning and humming with a type of reptile on his shoulders.....

UUUUUUUUGH, HE’S SO HANDSOME, SOMEONE HELP ME!!! ;A;

♥ Support Me With A Ko-fi ♥ 

[usakofloreada]

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈¡Happy Pride! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

[baeklooming-day]

Sparkles | Minseok

Summary: You were the ideal example for Slytherin’s bad girl. Really careless, really pretty, sometimes really mean, but always able to sneak out without being caught. That’s why you ask yourself, why did you suddenly start to run into the prefect of Slytherin every time you leave the dorms when you aren’t supposed to?

Genre: fluffish fluff, bad girl!au, good boy!au, Hogwarts!au

Word count: 6.2k

Credits to my friend Sarah @prideeseok​ again, kkkkk, BTS isn’t included here like usually so your boyfriend isn’t here but I gave you your bias from my boys so I hope it is to your liking nonetheless~

“And now, mute.”

You swiftly made a few precise moves with your magic wand, aiming at the old, dusty door.

Ever since you finally found the perfect muting spell, you have been using it every single time during your late escapades. Even though you were very familiar with almost every secret exit, you preferred to always be extra careful.

And it paid off.

Before, you already very humbly thought of yourself as the queen of sneaking out, moving quickly and quietly down the stairs, through corridors, only to finally reach one of the secret exits you selected earlier to help you out without being seen or heard by anyone.

That’s it, seen or heard. The whole building of your school was already beyond old after all, and with time you brilliantly noticed that not every door and not every lock was willing to cooperate.

It was more or less a challenge you gave yourself, to never get caught whilst sneaking out, and creaking noises or any sudden crackles obviously wouldn’t be beneficial to accomplish that.

That’s why you practised the muting spell to total perfection which, you were quite proud of.

“And now, watch this.” You removed a spider’s web that was hanging on the door, pushing it open with your foot, not being very gentle while doing so. Normally, the door would make a loud noise, but now you were pushing it back and forward without causing any disturbing sounds.

“That spell really is extremely useful.” Sarah crossed her arms, nodding her head in approval. “I would gladly use it on Chanyeol sometime, his snores are audible even in the girls’ dorm.”

You laughed. “I don’t know how long it works, though. Or how it works on other people.” You replied. “But sure, test it on him.”

“Imagine” She chuckled, following behind you.

That was your first time taking a friend with you, given that practically all your friends were boys who apparently didn’t know what being quiet meant. Even if some of them marvelously knew that term, they belonged to those good boys who preferred to follow the rules and be boring.

“I haven’t used this exit in a long time.” You said. “I switch them every once in a while, just in-” You couldn’t finish the sentence, as a giant web flew straight at you. “Uuuuuuuugh.” You started rapidly jumping and shaking, just to make it fall from your head.

You must have looked really ridiculous, judging by Sarah’s suppressed chuckles. “Don’t move, it’s in your hair!”

“HELP.”

“Then don’t jump!” She started to clean your locks from the dirty web, tossing it aside. “It’s alright now.”

“I will laugh if next time I get ambushed by a monster spider.” You straightened, adjusting your green uniform.

After all, none knew what things could be crawling there in the dust and honestly, you weren’t particularly eager to find out.

You walked through the small, narrow corridor which appeared behind the door you just opened. Following that way, at the end of it should be the last door which would let you out of the castle.

Should be, because like you said, you haven’t been using that exit in a while. You couldn’t really remember why this particular exit has been forgotten, though. Maybe because of the jumping webs.

You reached the last door which, luckily, wasn’t far from the previous one. Your fingers delicately clasped around your wand again, repeating the same moves from before, making sure that the door doesn’t remind anyone of its existence. Not that anyone would actually hear it from the most remote parts of the castle, but by now you were so abituated to that spell that you did it automatically.

“And we’re outside.” You made a ballerina move, gesturing to the open space. “Quick, effective and effortless. Almost. I highly recommend, Y/N Y/L/N.” You said, imitating a voice from a commercial. “Do you know where we are right now?”

Sarah looked around. “Uhm...”

“To the left it’s the Quidditch field.” You pointed in the said direction. “I sometimes go there to wander around and think a little. But it can look really creepy sometimes, especially in the dark, all empty, and” You shook your head, causing your soft hair to fall on your shoulders. “Ugh. My imagination likes to freak me out.”

“And you really be out like that almost every night?” Sarah asked. After a small pause, she took a quick glimpse to the left where the field was, before speaking again. “Actually, Y/N... I didn’t think that you would go anywhere near the Quidditch field again, remembering, uhm, that accident.”

You smiled lopsidedly. “Come on, I know I almost died there back then but nevertheless. I try not to dwell on the past. Sometimes I miss playing, but” You ruffled your hair with your hand. “I’m never going back to Quidditch again.”

Sarah chuckled lightly. “Well, I remember those times. Everyone in Gryffindor’s common room was celebrating, but we won only because you went down. Don’t tell that to anyone, but I personally think that back then Gryffindor didn’t stand a chance against Slytherin.”

You laughed. “That’s a compliment. But yeah, the pride and power of Slytherin in the Quidditch field carried my name back in the day.”

The two of you continued talking about everything and nothing like you always used to do, eventually plopping somewhere on the grass, admiring the starry sky’s beauty.

“Alright but what about the prefects?” Sarah glued herself to your left arm on your way back to the dorms. “Like, you never ran into one of them on your way?”

You looked at her. “Sarah, prefects are students too. At this late hour, even they are all already in their dorms.” She still didn’t seem very convinced, so you added “I never, ever ran into any of them before. So why would I now?”

You proceeded to confidently walk in the direction of the stairs, with Sarah still glued to your side. You only hoped that the stairs wouldn’t play any jokes on you tonight.

“See, we made it. Now quick, go to your dorms before someone actually catches us.” You gestured to her to move, and so she did. Before completely disappearing behind the corner, she shortly waved to you to which you replied with raising your both hands in a V sign, finally directing yourself to the Slytherin dorms.

As you walked past the boys’ dorm, you halted.

All the prefects are asleep, Y/N. They always are at this time, you’ve done it thousand times already.

Your thoughts automatically wandered to one person who’s been on your mind a lot lately, you were just curious if...

“Isn’t it a little late, Y/N?”

Just as you were about to walk away to the girls’ dorm you startled, hearing the unexpected voice.

You didn’t even need to turn around to see who it was, because you knew that voice all too well.

Minseok, Slytherin’s perfect prefect, has been standing by the door the whole time. “Knowing you, I assume that this is not the first time you do this.” He walked up to you, his big cat-like eyes fixed on yours. “You do know that this behavior is not really acceptable, right?”

You crossed your arms on your chest, looking up at him. “And you? Isn’t it past your bed time?”

He rolled his eyes, mirroring you. “I’m a-”

“PREFECT, yeah we know it.” You walked up closer to him. “But you don’t own the whole place, so stop acting like you do. And now, if you excuse me, I’ll be going to sleep. Goodnight Minseok.” You already wanted to walk past him, but you felt his fingers clasping around your arm, pulling you back into place.

God, what now?

For a moment, he was just looking straight into your eyes, so intensely that you felt as if he was going through all your thoughts in your head, you almost felt naked.

One moment longer and you would start blushing, which wasn’t very good right now if at all.

Minseok finally let your arm fall back to your side, sighing heavily. “Go to your room.”

“Okay, mom. That was exactly what I was going to do before you stopped me, for whatever reason.” You gave him a silly look before running up to your dorm, with only one thought in your head.

Something clearly wasn’t right there, that was the first time ever, when anyone, let alone one of the prefects caught you sneaking out at night.

You finally reached the door to your room, looking back, thinking.

How the hell did he know you were out?

You spent half of the night reflecting, making all kinds of theories on how on earth did you just get caught yesterday night.

Caught, you. For the first time in your carrier of an overall delinquent.

You couldn’t help but feel totally and completely unnerved, at the same time you were perfectly aware that it was indeed just foolish to get yourself so worked up over something so laughable.

Minseok caught you once, that shouldn’t be that much of a deal, actually.

But if he did it once, there is a big possibility that he would do it twice.

And then again, and again. If there even will be an again, he will go to the teachers, tell them everything and you will end up with additional homework or in several detentions again. Or with some other stupid punishment, for all you cared.

Well, to be honest, you didn’t care about that.

But still.

The thing that was bothering you the most was that, that he just couldn’t possibly know that you sneaked out because he didn’t see you.

And you knew that, because you saw him leaving with other prefects to probably discuss some prefect things.

Whatever.

He didn’t see you, because he was entirely somewhere else, that was everything you were sure of.

The girls wouldn’t betray you by telling anyone that you sneaked out even if they saw you, the boys weren’t even in their dorms by the time you left the common room in the first place.

And you knew that, because beside your usual sneak outs, you had another little secret too.

Before you left, you managed to sneak into the boys’ dorm. You knew very well that something like that wasn’t allowed, but you viewed it as the perfect field for your sneaky plan.

God, “sneak” really should be your middle name.

Or “snack”, because that would fit very well too.

You have been doing this for a longer while now, not even Sarah knew about this and, frankly, you preferred to leave it that way without anyone knowing.

You always smiled triumphally to yourself, as you were leaving nicely wrapped little boxes of sweets, sometimes a letter with honey-dripping words written in it with your best calligraphy, a little lovely plushie bear, you name it.

And all those tiny gifts, all of them, you were leaving on Minseok’s pillow.

You also considered yourself a phenomenal actress, because you managed to fool everyone into thinking that you unquestionably hated his guts, whilst in reality...

In reality you were totally in love with him.

Even if you would eat a whole box of puke flavored beans rather than admitting it willingly. It already took you a long time to finally admit it to yourself, so you undeniably weren’t going anywhere with this for everyone to know.

Everyone, or worse, for Minseok himself.

You tried to push all those thoughts aside for the time being, and focus on getting out of your bed if you didn’t want to be late for breakfast.

You were only hoping that Minseok didn’t reveal anything to anyone by now. As trivial as that matter was, you just couldn’t leave it like that.

Before you left the room, you added a layer of sparkling lip gloss to your fresh makeup, and wore your pearly dangling earrings, which you often used to wear these days.

And if someone doesn’t like it, their freaking problem.

With that thought, you decisively marched out of the room, closing the door behind you.

“I’m telling you man, this season will be tough. TOUGH.”

One of your friends, Jongdae, wouldn’t stop blabbering about the upcoming Quidditch match the whole morning. You wouldn’t mind to be honest, but given that he was sitting right by your side, it was inevitable not to hear every single detail of his ongoing monologue.

“...and then we will DESTROY those Gryffindor losers. What do you think about that?”

You felt not so gentle nudge to your side. You moved your head to look at Jongdae. “You’re talking to me?”

“No, to flying fairies. Were you even listening, Y/N?” He asked.

“If I just asked you if you were talking to me, then it would likely signal that I wasn’t listening.” You replied in a dull voice.

Jongdae opened his mouth in an offended look, crossing his arms. “Very funny.”

“I know, right? I should patent this.”

He rolled his eyes. “Come on Y/N, you were practically a Quidditch master. Any opinion on the strategy for the upcoming game? Oh wait, yeah, you WEREN’T LISTENING.”

“Dae, you know she doesn’t like to talk about Quidditch.” Your other friend, Jongin, said from across the table. “We’ll be fine.”

“Thank you, Jongin.” You sent him a grateful smile.

Jongdae looked at you again, before starting to talk again. “Okay, then what do you wanna talk about?”

You weren’t given the time for replying, as you heard sudden loud “oooh’s” from what felt like all the boys at the long Slytherin table.

“The hell is that about?”

You turned your head, only to be met with a sight of Minseok walking up to the table, munching on something.

You looked closer, recognizing a cherry pink box with dazzling hearts all over it. Yesterday, you managed to drop him a new tiny gift, a box of rose pralines. Watching him practically stuff a mouthful of those, you couldn’t help but smirk like a maniac.

So he really likes it.

You had to cover your lips with your hand, continuing smirking triumphally behind it.

Jongdae’s voice made it through all the oooh’s. “Right, Minseok got another little love gift. I don’t know why they’re making such a big deal out of it.”

You laughed. “You’re just jealous, visibly.”

“Not at all!”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s listen to what they’re saying.” You leaned on the table, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation a few seats further.

“Seriously, I wanna know who gives you these.” Minseok’s friend, a lively boy named Mark, said loudly.

“Whoever it is, they must love you a lot. I want someone to like me like that too.” Whined another one, Daehwi, a sweet boy with red hair and charming eyes. “You are so lucky!”

“Do you have any idea who that could be, Minseok?”

Minseok leaned back in his seat, his big eyes flickering around on everyone assembled. “Actually, yes, I might have a suggestion.”

You really tried to stay calm, but you felt your eyes widen lightly. And not only because he just said that he might have an idea, but because for a moment you thought that he looked straight at you.

No, don’t be stupid Y/N. You are very clearly imagining things.

You brushed it off and kept on listening.

“Really??? Well, it must be someone from Slytherin.” Mark said.

“Not necessarily, it could be as well someone from another house.” Daehwi shrugged.

“You are dumb. How would someone from another house leave all those gifts in our dorm?”

Daehwi ruffled his red bangs. “Well, uhm. Through friends or something.”

Mark rolled his eyes at him. “Our girls aren’t friends with other houses. But for all I know, Y/N is friends with Sarah Jung from Gryffindor, so”

“Impossible, Chanyeol would wipe the floor with Minseok if this was true.”

“You are all stupid, everyone knows that Park Chanyeol and Sarah Jung aren’t together! They’re best friends.”

“And Chanyeol thinks so too?”

You couldn’t help but suppress a new wave of laughter. That came out to be really entertaining to listen to.

Just as you wanted to give in to the laughter, the next assumption made you widen your eyes again.

“And what if our Y/N left those?” Daehwi thought out loud.

Oh holy freak.

“Daehwi, please. Please. If Y/N really leaves those, I will eat unicorn’s poop.” Mark said.

“Oh my, I would literally die if Y/N left me something like this. She’s so extremely pretty.” Another voice, which belonged to Daehwi’s best friend, Hyunjin, joined in.

You caught a glimpse of Mark, looking at the two boys as if they were both crazy. “Okay, okay, we get it, Y/N is breathtaking, but she is the devil. She would never do something like this, this is just not like her, end.”

“Yes, actually. You are probably right.”

“I’m always right, but what about this”

You decided to finally leave, hearing that they started to make other theories which, weren’t so funny anymore. You felt somehow safe, you took the last sentences as a sign that they definitely weren’t suspecting you.

You quickly directed yourself to the exit, as you didn’t see Sarah anywhere, you decided to go look for her.

When you were near the door, you failed to notice Minseok’s eyes following your running figure.

Later that day, way later, you were kneeling on the floor behind your bed, attaching glittery red stickers to an equally glittery note, which had the word ‘dearest’ written in the middle.

You were glad that the boys didn’t include you in their theories anymore, apparently suspecting every other girl they knew.

Tonight you were going to drop only that one shimmery note for Minseok, then sneak out again.

And you were going to do it in your old, usual way.

Without getting caught.

In case he planned to be somewhere near the route you took yesterday, you decided to first quickly run down to the entrance hall, going for a different secret exit too.

But before you could do that, you needed to leave your tiny gift in the same place as always.

You closed the door to your room, looking if anyone was there.

The coast is clear.

You somehow thought that sneaking into the dorms where boys were sleeping would be a whole lot more difficult than it in effect was.

Soon you were beside Minseok’s bed, carefully placing the glittery note on his pillow, just to quickly disappear again before any of the boys could see you, discovering the mystery of those little gifts.

You turned around very abruptly, dashing right to the door, and running out of the Slytherin common room in the direction of the entrance hall.

You needed fresh air after that day, and nothing was better than walking a few circles around outside the castle.

You quietly laughed to yourself. Even if Minseok was somewhere out there in the hallways right now, he would never know that you took a way around.

You were immersed in your thoughts again as you were jumping down the stairs, already at the bottom of it, completely ignoring everything else around you.

Maybe that was the reason why you nearly screamed as you almost, literally, ran into Minseok who was standing by the banister all relaxed, his big eyes intensely looking right into your soul again.

For a few seconds you were just standing there, feeling completely dazed and confused looking back at him.

“No.” You said. “It can’t be.”

He tilted his head lightly to the right, eyes fixed on you. “You’re right, Y/N. It really can’t be that you sneak out every night.”

“Why do you care? Let me live!” You threw your hands in the air. “Besides how on earth did you know I was going this way?”

Because frankly, it didn’t look like a normal coincidence to you. Maybe you were imagining things again, but “it is what it is”.

“Even if you know all the hidden exits around the castle, there is a lot of other things that even you don’t know about.” Minseok said.

Wait, what?

“And how the freak do you know that I know all the hidden exits!” You couldn’t believe what he just told you. Now you were more than sure that something was very visibly going on.

You just didn’t know yet what exactly.

But you were going to find out eventually.

You noticed Minseok’s eyes getting even bigger, as if he just spilled something he wasn’t supposed to, but he only coughed lightly, his usual blank expression returning right away. “I didn’t, but now I do.”

You couldn’t believe it. “You wanna play?”

Minseok’s eyes widened again. “Oh yes, let’s play a game that’s called ‘Y/N goes to her room.’”

That was enough for you.

You leaned closer. “Make me.”

Through all this time, you didn’t even acknowledge how close you were standing, none of you trying to move away. If you leaned in again just a few milimetres, you could kiss him.

No, Y/N, this is not what we are here for.

Or are we?

God, you really were standing very close. So close that you could count his eyelashes.

And he, he was just still looking at you, his eyes wandering all over your face.

“Okay.” You suddenly heard his soft voice.

You felt his arm circling around your own, firmly pulling you along with him as he started to walk up the staircase back to the dorms.

If you didn’t count that time when he only shortly pulled you back by your arm, that would the first time you ever had any kind of physical contact with him, so it left you a little flabbergasted nonetheless.

“What are you doing???” You asked, trying to somehow disenthrall yourself from his hold.

“Making you go to your room.” He answered, pulling your arm closer and firmer this time.

“You can’t do that.”

“But that’s exactly what I’m doing right now.”

“Unbelievable.” You gave in, letting him pull you with him.

Let him have what he wanted. You would wait until he went to his dorm, then sneak out again anyway.

If he wanted to play, you would show him how it was played.

Anyway, you remembered to finally discover how he found out about you sneaking out and knowing the hidden exits later.

On the way to the Slytherin dorms you were still discussing what you could, and what you couldn’t do, and even though it didn’t look like a normal dialogue anymore, it was probably the longest conversation you’ve ever had with him.

Just as you arrived by the door to the common room, your hand somehow managed to slide into the position where you were basically holding Minseok’s hand.

When you finally noticed the position you were in, you felt a dark blush creeping up your cheeks, quickly letting go of him.

Or more like making him let go of you, remembering that he was the one to take your arm.

When you looked at him, you caught a glimpse of his own cheeks showing nothing other than...

A blush.

Minseok was blushing.

Before you could comment on this, both his hands immediately darted up to cover his cheeks.

“What are you doing?” You asked in a cheeky voice, or at least trying to, still feeling the embarassment.

“Nothing.”

“You’re blushing.”

“I’m not.” He replied. “You are.”

“Then remove your hands.”

Before he could say something else, you took both his hands that were covering his cheeks in yours, in an attempt to pull them away and reveal that blush which, you really were dying to see for a minute longer.

Even though he wasn’t the tallest one out there, he was actually very strong, what just became clear to you as you were pulling on his wrists using all your strength, but also then they wouldn’t move even a tiny bit.

“Y/N, stop pulling me.” Minseok still firmly held both of his hands to his face.

“I’m pulling you? Oh well” You gave him a sickeningly sweet smile. “My charms work on everyone.”

“Y/N...” He replied with the same intense look into your eyes, which he has been using since the first time he caught you.

You couldn’t help but look back. That was the third time in two days when you had the occasion to see his face from such a close up.

You didn’t know how long you have been like this, but suddenly you were pulled back into reality by a loud impertinent voice coming from the door.

“OH MY GOD.” Daehwi was standing by the halfway opened door, looking at you and Minseok in awe.

You were so caught by surprise, that instead of immediately moving away from each other, you stuck even closer, with your hands still on his.

You could imagine how it must’ve looked like.

“Do you two have a thing going on???” Daehwi continued to look at you with big eyes, looking totally amazed. “I SHIP it.”

You quickly pulled your hands away, Minseok letting his own fall back down to his sides.

“I’m going to prepare some stuff.” Was the only thing he said before decisively walking inside, not giving you any other glance.

“Oh, Minseok, there is another love letter on your bed!” Daehwi shouted behind him, before turning back to you. “You look gorgeous, by the way. But” He pointed to your ear. “Did you lose your earring?”

You immediately touched your ear where he was pointing, suddenly starting to feel sick.

Your pearly earring was indeed missing.

You must’ve dropped it somewhere earlier when you were running.

And you could’ve lost it literally anywhere, but the first thought that popped up in your head was Minseok’s pillow.

That wasn’t good. That was bad.

That was very, very bad.

“I” Sarah was giving you that obvious ‘I know what you did’ look. “I CAAAN’T, LIKE, WHAT, STOOOP!” She was practically jumping in laughter, covering her mouth with her both hands. “You have been leaving him all those tiny gifts! I can’t believe that you never, ever told me! YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH MIN-”

“One more word and I will freaking make you mute for ten years.” You said through gritted teeth. “We’ll talk about this later, but not in PUBLIC.” You looked around. “Or at least somewhere more quiet.”

“Okay, okay. But anyway, you really never said anything. Uh-uh, not on my watch. Why didn’t you say anything?” She was walking right beside you, waiting for your answer.

You sighed. “That’s exactly why I didn’t.”

You walked along the hallway, eventually stopping by a staircase where not so many students were.

“But this is not what I wanted to talk about, actually.” You said with a pained expression. “It has been four days. Every single time, I sneak out, he’s there. There is no way in freaking hell that he would run into me by coincidence.”

You took a long breath.

“And then, if it wasn’t stupid enough already, I lost that damned earring and I think I lost it in Minseok’s room.”

Sarah tapped her lip with her finger. “Well, this is suspicious.”

You let out a groan, ruffling your locks with your fingers. “I KNOW. Undoubtedly, there’s magic involved. He used magic. He freaking used something to track me down.”

The two of you started to think, only for you to abruptly jump up. “There’s only ONE logical answer for me right now.” That thought just casually appeared out of nowhere, and you didn’t care whether it could be real or not. You needed something to hold on, otherwise you would go crazy with all those theories. “Sarah, girl. He totally has The Marauder’s Map.”

She opened her mouth in surprise. “But, like, let’s be real Y/N. What is the possibility of him having it? And I don’t know Minseok well, but he is a prefect, wouldn’t he immediately give it to the teachers?”

You paused. “He would, or he wouldn’t, because he’s one sneaky freak.”

“I thought sneak was your word.”

“It IS my word, that’s why it’s making me even more mad!”

“But you like him.” Sarah smiled at you knowingly. “If he likes you too, then I really expect that he will treat you right, because otherwise he is just a clown. A clown.”

You laughed, but froze after a moment. “Wait. If he really has The Marauder’s Map, then he will know that it it’s ME who drops him all those damned tiny gifts-” You looked at your friend, completely frozen with widened eyes. “I’m doomed.”

She looked deeply in thought. “That’s crazy.”

You looked around, other students were already hurrying up to their next lessons. Your next class were charms, and you really weren’t in the mood for this right now. And also because you forgot your wand in your room. “I’ll skip charms. Wanna come with?” You asked her.

She looked up at you. “But what will we say if they ask where we were?”

“Make something up?”

“Ugh, alright, let’s go.”

Sometimes you wondered if you indeed had a bad influence on her.

You decided to go to the library on the fourth floor, hoping that none from your class will notice you going in another direction.

Just as you walked through the hallway, chatting, you looked in front of you halting frozen in place, literally not believing your own eyes.

In front of you, leaning on the window without a care in the world, was none other than Minseok, already giving you that look you’ve come to know all too well.

That’s it. You never felt more trolled in your whole life.

“Well, well, well” Minseok said. “Aren’t you supposed to be in your class, Y/N?” Then his eyes quickly moved to Sarah and back to you before adding. “You too, Ms. Jung? I wouldn’t suspect you to be just as careless as Y/N, to be honest.”

“And you, Minseok? Tell me, how is it possible that you are literally everywhere I go?” You asked.

He only gave you a lopsided smile, completely ignoring your question. “Actually, there’s something I would like to clarify, Y/N.” He reached to his pocket, taking something out of it. “Lately, I found a very interesting thing on the floor in my room.” He held the little thing up, gently shaking it.

No way. No, no, no, no.

In his hand, there was your lost pearly earring.

“I know only one person who likes wearing jewelry like this” Minseok said. “And well, that person would be you.”

“Shit! I don’t have my wand with me.” You said to Sarah, not too loudly but loud enough for Minseok to hear, only making him chuckle.

“Very well prepared for your class, I see.”

“Give it back to me, or I will freaking use a spell on you.”

“Didn’t you just say that you don’t have your wand with you, dearest?” He asked.

Dearest. That was the word you wrote on the glittery note you left. By now it was all clear that he knew, and he knew that you knew that he knew, and...

You just decided to play along, as if you were completely unaware.

“Oh, you can very easily use Expelliarmus without a wand, dearest.” You replied.

“Oh? And how’s that?”

“Like this. EXPELLIARMUS!” You threw your book with full strength across the corridor, hitting Minseok’s hand and causing him to drop your earring out of the window.

“Now move, we have to find it before he does!” You started to run like there was no tomorrow, yelling to Sarah, who was completely dazed, to hurry up.

“But Y/N, your book! We have this class later! Ugh! Forgive us, Minseok!” She quickly bowed to him and started running as well, following you.

“Why are you asking him for forgiveness!” You shouted.

“I don’t know! Out of habit!”

“Don’t do that!”

“Okay!”

You disappeared so rapidly, that you wholly failed to notice the look in Minseok’s eyes, and the little fond smile that appeared on his lips.

And you would never know, that right in that moment, the sparkles which were flickering in his big eyes made him feel like they transferred to his stomach, turning into massive butterflies with fluttering wings.

Later that day, just as you were about to sneak out again as usual, you were already well prepared for running into Minseok.

But this time, you were going to ask him about it and demand answers.

Yes. That was what you were going to do.

You walked extra slowly, wondering if you would see him right around the next corner.

Or something.

You arrived by the staircase, until now with Minseok nowhere to be seen.

Then you just started walking in a random direction, this time, finally hearing that familiar voice again.

“Isn’t it a little late again, Y/N?”

You immediately turned around. “Isn’t it a little suspicious again, Minseok?” You walked up to him. “Answer me. You’re ALWAYS everywhere I go when I sneak out, at every hour.” You gave him a questioning look. And you decided to just be completely straightforward before you fired in a louder voice. “Admit it that you have The Marauder’s Map, and that you’ve been watching my every single move!”

Minseok’s little smile immediately dropped.

Aha, you were right all along. He totally has that map. Sneaky little man.

“Well” He started.

So now he doesn’t know how to speak?

You leaned closer to him, almost whispering. “Admit it.”

This time, his eyes were looking anywhere but you. But before you could continue, he spoke up again. “And what if I do have it? Is that a crime? Besides, I think that you too, have something to admit.” He gave you that intense look. “You’ve been sneaking into my room and leaving me all those notes, sweets and bears. You like me. Admit it.”

Your only wish in that moment was to just disappear in the air.

“Not so quick, I’m not done with you first.” You said. “I’m literally always moving. You would’ve to wholly focus exclusively on me to keep up with this. The question is... why?” You looked him right in the eye. “Maybe, you know, just maybe there are actually two things you need to admit.”

When there wasn’t any answer, you continued talking.

“Well, not that I’m complaining but I’m complaining. You just screwed up my long record of never being caught while sneaking out-”

“Will you be quiet for a minute?” Minseok seemed done with your ongoing blabbering.

“Make me.” The words left your lips before you could stop yourself.

“Okay.”

You let out a squeak when his hands very gently cupped your cheeks and pulled you closer to him, his soft lips meeting yours.

At first you didn’t even know if all of this was real. To your utter surprise, your arms found their way around his neck, your fingers tangling in his soft black hair.

You felt like melting, he was kissing you so carefully, just as if you were made of glass.

It felt like heaven.

You didn’t know how long it lasted, or how long it would go on because suddenly you heard another familiar voice.

“I KNEW IT. I knew it, YOU TWO ARE IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER!” Daehwi was jumping on the scales, punching the air. “Admit it finally, you!” But then he paused. “But I thought no kissing in the hallways?”

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be, Daehwi?” Minseok asked.

The boy pouted. “Just admit it and I will leave. Come on, I wanna hear it!”

You and Minseok both exchanged looks.

There wasn’t a way back now anyway.

“Yes, I admit that I’ve been totally in love with you for a long time. So in love that I would shower you with tiny gifts everyday.” You said carefully, watching a dark blush mercilessly creeping up his cheeks.

He slowly exhaled. “And I admit that I don’t even know when I fell in love with you so deeply, that you’re literally all I focus on.”

You were so deep in that moment, that you almost didn’t hear Daehwi happily clapping and running back, only throwing a quick ‘What a beautiful words, enjoy yourselves lovebirds, k, love you, bye!’ before he left you all alone again.

“So...” You started.

“Do you, uhm” Minseok licked his lip. “Do you wanna go somewhere else?”

You gave him a look, making him widen his eyes.

“Not THAT, oh my god.” He quickly said. “I’m a gentleman, okay.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his embarassment which, you had to admit was really endearing.

“I know you are.” You chuckled. “Well, I know the exits, so”

“And I have the map with me, so”

“Let’s go stargazing.” You smiled.

You took his hand, pulling him with you.

Soon you were out in the open space, where only the moon and the stars were witnesses. You never believed in such things like magical kisses in the moonlight, but one thing that you knew for sure was that once you were kissing him again, you didn’t really want to stop anytime soon.

You pulled back from time to time, only to watch those sparkles in his eyes, and to be completely honest, they were thousand times prettier than all of the stars above.

A/N: *throws the fic at you and runs away really fast*

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@penjarah​ | Cont. X.

                                                                         ---“UUUUUUUUGH!”

          “Seriously? You gotta be freakin’ kidding me!” They’d only just arrived & Lara was already tossing herself from cliffs like FUCKING IRON-MAN. (He was the one in the red & blue with the, like, webs, right? -- Emily didn’t watch superhero movies). WHATEVER! It wasn’t important! All that mattered was the other woman speeding ahead & leaving her behind in her dust. This was supposed to be THEIR adventure. (Or something). “I’ll have you know, danger is my middle fucking name.” Scrawny brunette leaned over the edge of the cliff & stared down at the imminent DEATH BELOW. Oh, boy! Heart jumped directly into her throat & she felt her body stiffen in fear. Luckily, she had the cocky bitch egging her on & that meant her PRIDE would take a hit if she didn’t DO IT. Sad truth was, Emily would rather die than look WEAK & PATHETIC. “Keep it in your pants, you weirdo. Not everyone's an adrenaline-junkie. Some of us just like to shop, and drink, and be NORMAL!” Shifting her weight, she readied herself for the leap & counted to three out loud, pepping herself up, “You got this, Em. One. Two. Three.” With that, she LUNGED OFF the edge (with far less grace) & instinctively shot hands out to catch herself on the same rock Lara was now perched upon. IT HURT. “Fuck meeeee! I think I broke a nail!” 

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A Spork of Demonic Love, a Hunter x Hunter Fanfiction: Chapter 22

Gee, I wonder if anyone remembers this old thing. I will forever, because it has scarred me. If you’re new here, Demonic Love is literally the worst piece of writing I have ever read in my life. Not the worst Hunter x Hunter fanfiction. Not even the worst fanfiction. The worst piece of writing. You can catch up by reading the posts chronologically here: https://wingsonghalo.tumblr.com/tagged/demonic-love/chrono or by going post by post here: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22

I’m going to be trying to re-upload all the audio tracks to Google Drive, since Tindeck is no longer up, but until then, I hope just the text comments will suffice!! That said, this chapter probably won’t ever have its  audio track, because way back when, when I recorded it, my co-commenter and I had difficulties and we only got either one of us or the other on the recording. At first I tried to splice the tracks together, but GOD it was a major pain. Maybe I’ll try to finish it sometime, but it’s not likely.

Last time, Killua temporarily became a vampire and passed the Hunter Exam, Dracula showed up in the story for some ungodly reason, and Grace finally died (but then got better, regrettably)! In today’s chapter, Grace “saves” a terrible character nobody likes and magically makes them a Good Person, insults Kurapika some more, and sees some questionable photographs!

Without further ado! CHAPTER 22: Fiona X Grace X Kurapika [an unholy triad.]

Hello! Back from a short hiatus break… well not a break, but the school days coming and going by as I at least have a break now. But thankfully, I have time, so time for me to shut up and recap the story. [No, it's time for you to shut up. Period.]Last time on Demonic Love; Killua faced his older brother, Illumi, on a one on one match in the final phase. Grace soon realized that the ex-assassin gained a power from Grace's, aka, Elizabeth's, big brother, Dracula to fight each other. Killua won with flying color. [Only a single color.] After that, Dracula soon remembered something when the two were little children. What will happen next?

Grace's POV

Everyone decided to take another break right now. I don't blame them, but everyone has been mind-boggled by a hell ton of info that not even a demon can handle. [I can't handle it either.] I don't know where the guys are at. I am walking in the halls of this hotel. It is said to be a private one since it belongs to the Hunter's Association. Not many people are around here unless they're Hunters or participants taking the exam, so I can just walk down here with peacefully and quietly. [Who are Peacefully and Quietly?] Hm…? Footsteps…? [It's Peacefully and Quietly walking beside you, you twit. Gosh.] I sense a Nen from one of the Examiners. Who is it? Menchi, Satotz, or Lippo? And there's someone with them as well. Who could it be? I turned on my En [Uh, pretty sure it doesn't function like a light switch.] and to feel around me… it could be another Hunter or something, but the Chairman said that no one else is here for the time being, so who is it? The examiners…? "She has to be around here somewhere." A voice said. By the tone… it's Lippo… but who is he with…? A groan… wait…. I know that high voice. I looked at the corner and saw… it couldn't be. "Oh c'mon! You told me she's-" "FIONA?!" I just… what?! How?! WHY?! [Every time I ask this, I receive no reply. There are no answers. There is only The Void.] She smiled in front of me and ran towards me at full speed. The next thing I knew I was in her embrace… While in Lala Land of my mind, [is that how you describe that emptiness?] many factors are working, but malfunctioning because… WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING HERE?! [don't ask me.] Did Lippo just released her as if nothing?! [A legitimate question.] Did she bailed out for some reason? Can someone tell me what the hell's happening! Ok… I have to admit. It's nice to see her too. I shouldn't let these thoughts run in my head a million miles a minute. I closed my eyes and hugged her. [I'm so angry. THIS ISN'T HOW REFORMING A BAD GUY WORKS. YOU DON'T JUST INSTANTLY BECOME A DIFFERENT PERSON. IT'S A PROCESS.] "Hey!" She soon let go of me and gave me a cheerful smile. But there is a question I would like her to answer though. "I know we just saw each other about two weeks, [I must have missed the two weeks where they hung out] but it seems a ton of things are happening here." Ok… now to load her with the all of the questions… but one at a time… just don't let panic mode kick in. [I keep telling myself that, too.] "Fiona? How did you get out of prison?" She gave a… an evil giggle… don't tell me she hypnotized Lippo. Her evil giggle turned into a gentle smile. "Simple," she said. "I simply gave Lippo treats." [Because he's a dog, I guess.] Three, two, one… anime fall. [UUUUUUUUGH.] Was it really that easy for her to get out there? Geez, some defense on that part. Lippo, you are slowly, but surely, losing all respect from me. What type of prison warden do that? Just let them go after a snack? [No prison warden would! Nothing here makes any sense!! RAAAAGE.] "Alright then…" I sighed. Time for my next question. "How did you knew of the situation at hand? And why are you doing here since you're free?" She looked down. Huh? Her smile is… saddened. Why? "I told her what's happening. Even the fact that you're the vampire princess." Lippo answered. [I forgot he was even here.] Does that mean she's…? "And she wanted to come to your support." [HOW MUCH MORE SUPPORT DOES SHE NEED, HONESTLY???]

That's… Fiona… I knew you were a good person at heart. You just needed to try, right? [Yeah, but apparently Grace never needs to try.] "It's because even though I committed all of those crimes, you still had the will to forgive me. No one would've forgiven me." Tear. [Thanks for that moving description.] Fiona, there's no need to cry. "And when I heard you were a vampire, I wanted to tell you that I will still be there for you!" ["Because I'm terrified of you! Please don't bite me!"] I nodded. "So will I Fiona! So will I!" [She'll be there for herself.] I heard Lippo giggle. I guess Fiona did too [What, giggled?] because we turned to give him a confused look. "I'm going to have a meeting with the others. You can take your time having fun." We looked at each other and then shrugged it off. It was weird to even bother. [WHAT DOES THAT MEAN. I THINK THAT DESCRIBES THIS ENTIRE STORY: IT'S WEIRD TO EVEN BOTHER. YOU DON'T EVEN BOTHER WHEN YOU'RE WRITING IT, AND I SHOULDN'T EVEN BOTHER WITH READING IT.] "So I wanted to ask you about the status with the others." She paused with an awkward face. But then asked, "I mean, any progress in any way?" [What is she even asking here?? Is she asking whether they're still hypnotized or whatever?] What should I tell her? I mean, a lot has happened, and most of them has been overwhelming. Ok. I started after the 50 hour of our waiting. To put it simply, she was shocked. I told her what happened when Kurapika flipped out on me. [I notice you're not mentioning all the times you flipped out on him.] That even shocked me when I saw him go crazy out of nowhere. Then I told her how Gon and Killua wasn't affected by her spell. I saw her eyes widen in astonishment, and she made the same assumption that it's probably because they knew my real name and the others knew of 'Sennosuke', not Grace. [So really, shouldn't it have been the other way around?? Shouldn't Gon and Killua been affected, since they knew her true nature, rather than Leorio and Kurapika, who only knew her pseudonym?? I'm so confused why am I even trying to apply logic here] I rather stick with that name because even though I acknowledge Dracula of being my brother, I want to be the present me. She soon told me about the Nen she uses. She sensed my aura. [WELL DUH SHE SENSES IT. ANYONE WHO USES NEN CAN SENSE OTHERS' AURA.] She wanted me to find clues if I could break it with my Nen, but everyone knows that… well… Nen users know that you need exorcists to rid of Nen, or the person has to have a strong heart. [??? WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING.] But I betted her in about what happened on the Fourth Phase. She was shocked alright. The way I describe the way Kurapika confessed to me… She got excited… [Ew. Please don't mention that.] I mean… teenage school excited [??? "teenage school excited"] when they heard about the girl's first crush. [WHAT GIRL?] To be all honest, I thought she would act a bit more rationally, not this childish… but I'm childish sometimes, so I should shut up. [Yes, you should. Always.] She loaded me with question, after question, after about my feelings. ["After about"?] I did… told her everything. ["I did told her everything" oh my god how can yOU USE VERBS THIS BADLY THE MIND BOGGLES] My feelings towards him. His good qualities. [Yeah by the way you haven't really fleshed out any of those. Kurapika has so many good qualities, but all you write about is how obsessed he is with revenge, how he's smart (but not as smart as you) and how in love he is with Leori--I mean Grace.] His knowledge, his passion, his pride (though he can tone it down a bit), [SEE???]  and most of all, the way he's concern for others… but I did mention he did have some bad ones as well… how he closes off everyone around him, his cold heart, [Fuck you Kurapika's heart is warm the "cold" thing is a defensive front] the way he wanted revenge, not telling everyone what's wrong… We were now in the food court. [Food court? Where?] I got a chocolate roll with a whipped cream filling and tea. Black British, always my favorite. [BLACK BRITISH TEA? ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? DO YOU PERHAPS MEAN ENGLISH BREAKFAST TEA?? GOD YOU TRY TO MAKE REFERENCE TO SO MANY THINGS YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT IT'S SO FUCKING IRRITATING] Fiona has a mille feuille with a Blue Moon. [OKAY YOU DO KNOW THAT BLUE MOON IS A BEER, RIGHT? ISN'T FIONA THE SAME AGE AS YOU?? FURTHERMORE ISN'T THIS LIKE...LUNCHTIME? IF YOU'RE GOING TO DRINK UNDERAGE, AT LEAST DON'T DO IT IN PUBLIC IN BROAD DAYLIGHT, HOLY SHIT.] And… though there's a delicious dessert in front of me… I'm getting really mad about the way he thinks. "Any other bad qualities?" GGGGRRRR! "The way he thinks he's all high and mighty! A stubborn fool if you ask me! He lets his emotions get the best of him. [Why are you spending so much more time talking about negative qualities?? Like, don't get me wrong, it's part of a healthy relationship to recognize your partner's faults (as opposed to denying their existence or ignoring them), but like??? You make it sound like you don't like him all that much!!] Yeah, emotions can guide you, but he is such a hot headed idiot! You can tell how his eyes is normal one minute, then scarlet the next! THAT HOTHEADED IDIOT!" [YOU ALREADY USED THAT INSULT. PLEASE EXPAND YOUR VOCABULARY, YOU SACK OF WEEK-OLD DIAPERS.] … Wait a minute… we're in a café… [NICE OF YOU TO NOTICE THAT NOW.] though no one is here, I still need some common curtesy. [WHAT THE HELL IS THAT.] Unlike that- "Who's the hotheaded idiot?" Um… I looked behind me and I didn't want to see a certain blonde here. [IF YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT ME, I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE EITHER.] In the Meeting Hall ["Meeting Hall"?] "You know Lippo." Said the Chairman of the Hunter Association. [Who knows Lippo?] The Mohawk headed examiner looked at Netero. "Fiona isn't just known for being a heartbreaker, but also, at the age of 12, she was a porn star [WHAT??? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?? YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT CHILD PORN IN YOUR RATED-T FANFICTION?? OH MY GOD!!! I AM!!! SO FUCKING!!!! UPSET!!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITHGT YOUWFUCK YOU'RE GOSINGT TO GETT AON A GOVEERNMETN WATCH LISTAND I WILL BBE HAPPYW WHEN THEY DRAGAG YOU AAWY] and is knowledgeably in taking pictures of… quote on quote sexy moments, right?" [IT'S "QUOTE UNQUOTE" YOU LAUNDRY BASKET OF GARBAGE] Lippo then gave a little giggle at that thought. How one would react is one to be behold. [WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT EVEN MEAN???] I laughed, "I know… but she already started her plan." "Hm?" Menchi hummed, dumbfounded. "What do you mean?" [THAT'S WHAT I SAID.] The four eyes [WHY ARE THERE RANDOM DISEMBODIED EYES??] gave a hearty laugh after that. Everyone is beyond confused at that point and calmed down. He soon explained, "She called it… Operation: Get the Lover Back." [THIS IS STUPID.] Back in the café "KURAPIKA!?" the vampire jumped out of her seat and now [was no longer capable of] standing [because both her cardboard legs crumpled instantly with no explanation]. By the look on his face, he is a very irritated man right now, seeing the tick mark on his head. [YOU MEAN TIC. A TICK IS A PARASITE.] He glared at her and gave you-better-explain look. [IT'S POINTLESS. THERE ARE NO EXPLANATIONS.] She soon [You know, this has been bothering me for like EVER, but WHY in the world does this author say "he/she/they/whatever soon this-or-that"?? I swear if I took a drink every time I saw that sentence structure I'd end up in the hospital after 3 chapters!!!] glared at him this time, and this time, [YOU JUST SAID THAT.] the red eyes vampire is angry. "That's right, you're such a hothead! Letting your emotions doing all the talking, being a cold-hearted, [You realize those are kind of opposites, right? Being hotheaded and coldhearted?] and not being able to let anyone's emotions get to you!" "And what's wrong with that?!" He yelled, his eyes turning scarlet. [Ooh is he finally going to kill her? :D] Fiona looked at the situation awkwardly, thinking that maybe what she was thinking isn't something to behold of. [HOW are you so bad at putting words into sentences?? And yet your chapters are SO LONG. HOW DO YOU DO IT.] "I never met an insolate vampire in my life!" [SEVERAL THINGS WRONG WITH THIS SENTENCE, SEVERAL JOKES I COULD MAKE. LET'S LIST THEM. 1) I never did either. 2) I'd hope not, because that's not a thing that exists. 3) Did you mean "I've never met a more (whatever word you were going for) in my life"?? 4) SERIOUSLY "INSOLATE" WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT EVEN. DO YOU MEAN INSOLENT, PERHAPS? IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT A WORD EVEN SOUNDS LIKE, YOU PROBABLY DON'T KNOW WHAT IT MEANS, SO DON'T USE IT. LOOK IT UP IF YOU HAVE TO. BUT DO IT BEFORE YOU PUT IT INTO A STORY THAT YOU PUBLISH ONLINE. RAGE!!!!!] "Well excuse me… this vampire was the first one you fell for and met at the same time you idiot!" She screamed in his face. "SCARLET FREAK!" [WOW FUCK YOU FOREVER DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT AYOUS AHVEA WATH GIVEWS YOSUT THE RIGHTWTR] "BLOOD HEAD!" [FUCK YOU KURAPIKA'S INSULTS WOULD BE MORE CLEVER AND CLASSY THAN THAT] "GIRLY BOY!" [I HATE YOU.] "AIRHEADED TOMBOY!" [HE'S NOT WRONG ABOUT ONE OF THOSE THINGS.] "PRETTY KURUTA!" [HOW IS THAT AN INSULT??] "STOP IT YOU TWO!" The two looked at the once prisoner with confused looks. She let out a sigh of relief since the two stopped fighting. Yeah, she's new to all the friendly thing [AND YET SHE'S BETTER AT IT THAN GRACE. WHAT THE FUCK.] and that can lead to being very childish, but what should she say. They were being more childish than anything. Now… for her plan. [IS IT A PLAN TO MURDER GRACE?] "That's right. Kurapika. I want you talk to you for a moment." He stared at her suspicious, but then Grace put her hand on the Kuruta's shoulder. [Dude if he was that freaking pissed I don't think he'd let anyone touch him for a while] He turned to let her see his silver eyes. With gentle red, [what the fuck does that mean. Is that her faithful dog, who has not been mentioned once this entire time? Poor Gentle Red.] she nodded. He sighed, knowing that he can trust her. [REALLY??] The vampire left the room and let the two alone, with Fiona plastered on an evil smirk on her visage. He doesn't even like the idea. She's the reason why they… well… Kurapika and Leorio to hate Grace. [THEY DIDN'T NEED ANYONE TO MAKE THEM HATE HER. THERE WERE PLENTY OF REASONS ALREADY.] He wasn't happy with hating his lover, [I AM.] so this has to be good excuse. The blonde female sighed. She looked at the last survivor. [That sounds so dramatic and vague] Her eyes were gentle and doesn't have the faintest of taint into it. [This whole story is tainted.] "Listen… I want to talk to you about something. What are your feelings for Grace?" ["She keeps getting in the way of Leorio's and my happiness and I was fed up with it like 10 chapters ago, if not before then. Isn't there any way out of this contract??"] Kurapika looked down. He easily explained, "A girl that doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut, a very stubborn girl, but…" He paused for a minute. It's like he doesn't want to admit it to her, yet again. The vampire princess trusts her… so it seems he doesn't have a choice, does he? [UH, YEAH, HE DOES. HE COULD JUST WALK AWAY.] "But… she's a very kind hearted person. [SHE REALLY ISN'T, THOUGH!!] She devoted her life to protect her friends [NO SHE DIDN'T. SHE'S HARDLY HAD TO LIFT A FINGER.] and accepts the good and the bad in everything. [THEN WHY IS SHE ALWAYS SCREAMING AT PEOPLE ABOUT THEIR FAULTS??] She's so warm to be with and…" He couldn't stop… something isn't stopping him. Probably Fiona's spell again, but it didn't matter. [UH, YES IT DOES????] He just allowed Fiona to make his heart sing out what his thoughts are. "She cries the sadness people locked up for ages. [WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN. "CRY THE SADNESS"? "PEOPLE LOCKED UP THE SADNESS"? PLEASE LEARN HOW POETIC LANGUAGE WORKS.] It's like… once she knows that person, she somehow is able to shed the tears the person is longing to shed. [OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, KILL ME. I CAN'T TAKE THIS.] And… even though Grace is willing to accept all pain and suffering… I want to protect her from all of it." [IF ONLY I COULD PROTECT THE CANON CHARACTERS FROM THIS STORY. LIKE. REALLY.] "Yes… she is childish. [SHE'S 14, OF COURSE SHE IS.] Grace is in fact stubborn, but the way she looks at you, it feels as if any worries from within just lifted off of your shoulders. [NOPE. SHE'S BEEN NOTHING BUT ANOTHER THING TO WORRY ABOUT/DISTRACT HIM THIS ENTIRE TIME. THERE IS LITERALLY NOTHING GOOD ABOUT HER, AND SHE HAS NEVER DONE ANYTHING--ANYTHING--THAT HAD A POSITIVE, LASTING IMPACT ON KURAPIKA.] The way she you look through her eyes [SHE YOU?] makes things incredible. [WOW, JUST...COULD YOU NOT COME UP WITH A WORD OR SOMETHING?] No matter how good or bad it is." [EVEN MY HILARIOUS COMMENTS COULD NOT MAKE A THING AS BAD AS THIS INCREDIBLE.] Fiona soon [SWEET JESUS WHERE IS MY BOOZE] clapped her hands as if a hypnotist snapped their patient out of trance. "That's good. So far, my plan is working!" [IT DIDN'T END WITH GRACE BEING DEAD, SO I DON'T CARE.] Kurapika look at her with a strange one, [??? WHO IS THE STRANGE ONE? WHERE DID THEY COME FROM AND WHY ARE THEY HERE??] but then she has this picture where the white side of it is facing him. ["WHERE"??] Her smirk never ceased. So she handed it to him. … Silence… [THAT'S THE BEST PART OF THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER.] More silence… [I'M SO RELIEVED I COULD CRY.] Three… [OH GOD WHAT ARE YOU COUNTING DOWN TO] Two… [FUCK I'M NOT READY SHIT] One… [HOLD ME I'M SCARED] Soon as he comprehend what's one it, [WHAT'S ONE?] his nose shot blood out of it; [WHAT THE FUCK] spraying the floor with red fluid. His face completely red and flabbergasted. "W-w-w-w-w-w-when d-d-did you take… this p-photo." He stuttered. [GOOD LORD IS SHE SHOWING HIM PICTURES FROM HER WILDER DAYS? LORD IN HEAVEN SAVE ME.] "Secret…" She answered with a Cheshire Cat smile. "I can't believe her boobs are bigger than they seem when I looked at it. [WHAT THE FUCK WHY IS SHE DOING THIS AND WHY WOULD SHE HAVE A SEXY PICTURE OF--I'M ASSUMING--GRACE?? ALSO, GRACE IS 14. I JUST, I CAN'T EVEN, WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS GOING ON. IF ANY MORE OF THIS NONSENSE OCCURS, I DON'T THINK I CAN CONTINUE SPORKING THIS. I'M THAT OFFENDED. THAT IS A LINE YOU DO NOT CROSS.] A gift to you… Oh, it's also one of a kind, so don't lose it." With that, she left the café while Kurapika stayed there, still in shocked and carefully looked at the photo. 'I better keep this so no pervert would look at it. Yeah, that's the reason.' [BUT WHY DID SHE GIVE IT TO HIM IN THE FIRST PLACE???] What the hell is going on the Kuruta's mind people?! [YOU TELL ME; YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S CONTROLLING IT.] What the heck did Fiona took a picture of that made the stoic, complex, and prideful Kurapika nose bled. [GEE I WONDER.] Find out next time. BYE!

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NOW, let’s check in our Bingo cards!

Ooh, so close!!

And eyyyy, there it is!! Next time, everyone goes to Hell! I wish that was a joke!!!!! Thanks for reading! <333

[vorthosjay]

Let’s Talk About The Race, Part 2

Today we get Ixalan’s finale! While we don’t get much closure, we definitely have some interesting hooks! As always, read The Race, Part 2 first, or a whole lot of this won’t make any sense.

Note: Alison Luhrs confirmed on Twitter that there are no major plans between now and the story’s return. Sadness.

Swamp by Christine Choi

I’m cutting this song verse up a bit so we can get just the song and not the text around it.

"A castle grows in Old Below," 

"Its windows shine with an ancient glow, Some wander its maze, a mess of decay—"

". . . and the Kingdom of Rot will rise one day."

This is obviously a reference to Pride of the Kraul, but does that mean that was part of Vraska’s plan, or were the Erstwhile a legend among the Golgari that Mazirek happened to know the truth of?

I don’t think they were part of Bolas’ plan.

Jace's voice was slow with sleep. "Breeches taught me a song."

"The one about figs?"

"It's a rude song. Very rude. He's a rude little goblin."

Breeches is the best goblin, and he better be okay.

Perhaps she'd ask him on a date when all this was over.

Uuuuuuuugh.

Fine. Whatever.

Ugh.

Vraska was still fuming. "That damn vampire must have learned what I did to that other captain. We shouldn't have left the crew alive."

Jace sighed. "Objectively, you're not wrong."

Objectively, that’s the most annoying way to put something, Jace. You’re implying subjectively she’s wrong, but making it seem like you’re agreeing.

"This may take some time," Huatli said.

It took nine hours.

Extremely narrator voice.

The greatest warriors of the Sun Empire never killed, but they would never let a hungry beast go without a meal.

That seems like a rather large, hypocritical loophole, given you summoned dinosaurs to eat her.

Also, note, Vona hasn’t actually been killed yet, since Huatli pulled a Bond Villain on her and walked away.

"It is part of the land around it, yet separate, to keep it hidden. It does not move, but the way to it is enchanted to change . . ."

This is an interesting tidbit that might have been glossed over. What does this actually mean?

It’s part of the land... but not?

I have some thoughts, but I’m not sure how much emphasis to put on them yet. Given the enchantment that prevents planeswalking, it seems like some extraplanar shenanigans going on here.

Huatli was about to demand answers, but Angrath spoke calmly and resolutely. "Whatever prevents us from leaving this plane is locked in that city. We can help each other escape to different worlds if we find it."

Notice his language: Locked in. Not hidden in, not contained in, not protected in. Locked in.

Spectacular, she thought to herself, the murder monster wants to be my friend.

Angrath is for sure a black-red planeswalker.

"It is home to more than just the Immortal Sun. Whatever enchantment keeps us here is in there, too," she heard from behind her.

This point has been repeated, so it’s worth noting. Ixalan’s Binding and The Immortal Sun are related to one another, but aren’t the same thing.

"It may," Vraska said. "It may also give eternal life without need for the ingestion of blood. It may make the Sun Empire undefeatable. It may be a wellspring of unimaginable power too precarious for any person to control."

"I think it's something that's not supposed to be here," Jace said. "Something introduced to this world."

Jace’s comments are telling. The Immortal Sun is almost assuredly not from Ixalan.

Which either makes it an outside object of great power...

Or a creature like a planeswalker (or one brought here by a planeswalker).

"Someone must have arrived at the city first."

Given the timing of everything, Kumena seems the likeliest candidate, no?

The bellow of some giant beast sounded over the shaking of the earth.

Vraska froze, the primal noise sending a jolt of terror through her heart. Her dread only intensified when she heard a similar sound of equal volume . . . then another . . . and another.  

Something had awoken.

Oh geez, where have we heard a scenario like this before?

She saw a young man, his face erased, stumbling among a garden of statues. High above the man a growing cloud of dusk attacked the sun. From somewhere outside the garden there was a mighty roar.

The Hand That Moves prophecy has come true!

As to what that roar is? It’s a dragon, people, get with the program. Everything is pointing to a dragon associated with Orazca. In case you need a referesher:

The city itself had opened like the petals of a flower. True to its name, the structure itself was a perfect, untouched gold, ornamented with turquoise, amber, and jade. Its ramps and walkways led over churning rivers and waterfalls, and high above were strange symbols and motifs carved with care.

And here’s the picture from today and the RIX Key art for comparison.

Art by Wesley Burt

So there are a lot of questions here. Why so much gold? Where did Huatli get the dragon banner? Why is there an Ugin-looking Mural, and why was there a giant beast’s roar as the city was opened up?

The fact that it opens up like a flower petal also seems interesting. As is the fact that it’s not really a city so much as one, giant, city-like artifact. And it was sunk deliberately, it wasn’t destroyed in a great cataclysm.

Azcanta wasn’t built like that, so why would Orazca be? I’m honestly circling back to my earliest thoughts, in that Orazca is a prison. Orazca is actually massive, probably around the size of the Dragonskull Summit... which makes me think there’s been a sleeping dragon trapped inside. Perhaps a third dragon planeswalker, as Ixalan doesn’t seem to be intended as a trap for planeswalkers. Maybe Ixalan’s Binding is specifically to keep the Immortal Sun on the plane, while it is planebound in the Dungeons of Orazca.

Unfortunately, we’re still missing pieces of the puzzle. I’ll be assembling all the pieces we have in a big piece for MTGS in the next couple weeks.

Jace's memory was returning all at once, returning as a flood and spilling over the sides, and he would soon remember everything about what Vraska was. He would soon remember their grudge, remember her guild, remember his job, and then none of what had happened over the last few months would matter. He would remember he was the Guildpact and she was an assassin and their friendship would certainly dissolve.

I mean, he was sleeping with a woman who had all his friends assassinated just a couple months ago, and was an interplanar gangster himself. I don’t know how much room Jace has to judge.