#even though it wouldnt be out of the way. considering one lives in walking distance of me

[ceolocunt]

[just-a-fangirl13]

MacGyver fanfic

So this is my attempt at a MacGyver fanfic based on the spoiler we got from the MacGyver writers about Mac and Riley getting unexpectedly linked in season 5. (No this does not have anything to do with handcuffs this is just something I would like to see play out.😂)

I know it's kinda long but I hope you like it anyways.

I WOULD RECOMMEND LISTENING TO ARMOUR BY LANDON AUSTIN in the background for added effect...(I am weird I know😂)

(P.S. please ignore any typos...)

spoilers for. season 1-4.

*this takes place a six months after Mac and Desi have broken up. Bozer and Mac are spending time with each other playing video games at Mac’s flat after a long mission. They hadnt got a call from Matty about a new one just yet. So they were making the most of it after ages.*

“So Mac when are you getting back to dating?” Bozer asked. He was happy that Mac was finally doing better emotionally but he was worried Mac was going to spend the rest of his life building carbon scrubbers and car engines out of blenders, alone. He knew Riley and Mac would be perfect together but saying anything upfront would just end with Mac closing up like a clam shell and not dealing with his feelings. He knew better than to try and get involved.

He did have a plan though. He was going to convince Mac to try out this new dating app called Link’d. It was basically like every other dating app only difference..? It narrowed matches down by people you might have crossed paths with and you also have no idea who your date is until you get to a restaurant the app picked for you. The app reduced any possibility of being stood up or judged because you had no idea what the other person looked like and so no one ever lied. Bozer had already told Riley to try it out but he wasn’t sure if she would.

Bozer had hoped that maybe Mac and Riley would see each other going on dates and the fear of losing the other might kick in and maybe, just maybe they would deal with their feelings.

“Bozer come on, I am not ready yet besides I thought we talked about this. It’s only been a few months since Desi and I broke up.” said Mac. 

“A few? Mac, its been six months and even Desi has moved on. All I’m saying is go on a date or two. You deserve to be happy too you know. Its time to get all that weight off your shoulders and live a little man.”

“Yeah I know.” Mac seemed to be considering the idea. A date sounded like fun and he could use a distraction from everything going on at Phoenix. 

“Fine, then show me your phone.” said Bozer putting his hand out. Mac raised his eyebrow. “Why do you need it? I know I’ve broken a lot of your phones, is this your version of payback?", said Mac laughing nervously, "You'll won't hold my phone hostage until I agree will you?"

Bozer laughed, Mac was really never going to change. He cautiously handed over the phone and Bozer got to setting up Mac’s profile while Mac tried to get a look at what Bozer was doing secretly worried he was going to put him in some ridiculous situation.

When Bozer was done he handed the phone back to Mac.

“There you go. I installed a dating app called Link’d that will set you up on a blind date. Just hit that button and the algorithm will find you your perfect match.” Bozer left out the part where Riley might also use the app. But then again the possibility of them getting Link’d was slim since LA itself had about a few hundred thousand other users.

“A blind date?” Mac was confused. “Boze I dont know if this is such a good idea.” Bozer could tell every worst case scenario was going through Mac’s head right now.

“I haven't hit the button yet. Think about it and press it whenever you want. No pressure Mac. Whoever you end up with will be lucky to know you.”

“Thanks Boze. Ill think about it. Now can we get back to the game so I can kick your ass again?” said Mac with a smile on his face. He really would think about it. After all a blind date meant no pressure right?

*A few days later*

Riley had decided to use the app after all. It was just a date right? It didn't have to mean anything. She wouldn't even have to call the person back if it was a disaster.

Riley’s phone had pinged with an alert last night. She had got a match and had it yes without thinking twice. She was a bit nervous about going on a date with some random guy but Bozer had a lot of faith in the app. She only knew the guy would have a white rose with him so she could identify him. nothing else

She was very tempted to hack into the apps mainframe and find out who the guy was but she remembered her promise to Bozer. No hacking. 

She had looked up the restaurant however. It was a nice romantic place in the heart of the city. Yes she could enjoy herself. No worrying about Mac or Phoenix or Codex or anything else.

She could do this. She could go on this one date, no strings attached and maybe just maybe she would be able to forget about her feelings for Mac for a night.

She decided to wear the new black knee-length dress she had bought a few weeks ago, but hadn't had the chance to wear yet. It felt good to dress up for a change. She could totally do this. After all what could even go wrong. No one at Phoenix knew about this date and she would fill Bozer and Desi in later if it went well.

********

Meanwhile, Mac was at the restaurant at a corner table. It was a nice cozy booth that meant they were away from the hustle and bustle of the 3 star restaurant. He had to admit the app was pretty cool. Not only did it pick a restaurant but it had pre booked a table too. It did help alleviate the stress of picking a place. 

Mac still fidgeted though:- with the candle in the center of the table, the tablecloth, his suit jacket and even the white rose he had to carry so his date would recognise him. He checked the time for the 10th time in the last five minutes. He was always a little late so he didn't want to take any chances and had ended up 10 minutes early instead.

********

Riley’s cab pulled up at the restaurant. She was walking past the huge front window in a hurry. She was just on time.

She walked into the restaurant and gave her name to the host. As she was being led to her table and praying she wasn’t late, her phone started ringing. It was Bozer. Filled with guilt she put her phone on silent. Stupid button wouldn't work and she fidgeted with it while walking. She promised herself she would fill Bozer in once the date was over.

“Riles?” 

Riley looked up from her phone at the sound of Mac’s voice. Was she hearing things now? But nope there he was, with a white rose, sitting at the table where the host had pulled up a chair intended for her.

“Mac? What are you doing here?”

Mac looked handsome as always. He had on a dark blue jacket, with his hair in his usual short and mess style. He had a look that bordered on confusion and amusement.

Surely there was some mistake. Maybe it was a joke. Or maybe there was an emergency mission and Mac was here to pick her up for the mission. That had to be it. Right?

“I was supposed to be here on a date with a girl I have never met before. You?” Mac smiled. Riley’s stomach flipped. Things had just got so much more complicated.

*****

Riley looked stunning. Mac knew that of course but she managed to catch him by surprise all the same.

She was just as surprised as him but now the doubt was creeping in. What if Riley was disappointed that it was him? What if she was really excited to meet someone new and him being here would ruin her night?

Riley had seemed a bit distant lately maybe this was the universes way of giving them a chance to figure things out after all.

“Well I came here thinking i was on blind date too. The Universe has a weird sense of humour." Riley broke into a smile and sat down. Mac was relieved and even more nervous at the same time. 

What was wrong with him? It was just Riles. They would have a nice meal, figure things out and then laugh about this story later right?

Riley picked up the menu and a few seconds of complete silence ticked by. Mac couldn’t handle it and broke the silence.

“So” he said. “We should probably talk right?”

*****

“Something on your mind?” asked Riley. A million thoughts ran through her head as she put down the menu. This was the part she wasn't looking forward to. She had hoped he wouldnt bring it up until later in the night but it was the elephant in the room. What was she thinking sitting down, pretending everything was fine?

“I was going to ask you the same thing.” said Mac. “You know about how you’ve been avoiding me ever since we almost died in that Codex compound from the missile. Then you moved out suddenly without much of a reason. If it was the drilling sounds I would have stopped you know.”

“It wasn't the drilling sounds or anything you did Mac. I just moved out to give you and Desi the space you deserved.” said Riley.

Her thoughts ran back to the moment he held her hand. Why did he have to do that? Why did he have to bring that up right now. The truth was Riley had been distancing herself from Mac. 

Desi was her friend and she was never going to tell Mac about her feelings. It would ruin everything. Even after he and Desi broke up, Riley knew that she and Mac would never happen. She wouldn't be selfish and risk their friendship.

“Come on Riles. You’re my best friend. Whatever is going on then, you can tell me. I know its probably my fault but I need you to talk to me so I can fix it.” 

How could she tell him? There would just be a cloak of awkwardness between them that would never go away and it wouldnt be something he could fix. She had to end this. Now.

“I have to go. I'm not feeling too great. I'm sorry Mac.”, said Riley getting up from her chair. Saying those words broke her heart but she had to put space between her and Mac, otherwise he would know. He would see right through the lies.

“Riles wait!”

Stupid heels she thought and walked out the door of the restaurant as fast as she could only to find it had begun raining. Oh great. This night could not be a bigger train wreck.

She turned around to find Mac right behind her at the door. A sad expression on his face. She prayed he would forgive her for this eventually.

“At least let me give you a ride home. You dont have to say anything if you dont want to.”

Riley considered her options. She really didnt want to. But she was not going to get a cab on a Friday night in this rain. She silently nodded and followed Mac to his truck.

******

Mac was wracking his brains to figure what he could have possibly done to upset Riley this much. They had almost been hit by the Reaper drone and then almost burnt alive in that warehouse, the guilt for putting Riley through that had been eating at him ever since.

He was thinking of all the things he had done in the past month, while Riley sat silently peering out the window not even looking at him. 

He could always fix things right? That was what he did best. What was the use of all his skills if he couldn’t even fix things with Riles.

The woman who knew him better then he knew himself. She had trusted him even when everyone thought he was an enemy of the state. Even when he thought he had lost himself. She was always there. He told her things he had never told anyone before. 

Suddenly his mind went back to the moment he held her hand in that Codex compound. He had thought about that many times. Why had he done it? He was sure he was going to die and he had just put Riley at risk too. He wanted her to know he was sorry right? What other reason could there have been?

Before he knew it he had pulled up at Riley's apartment entrance. 

Riley mumbled, “Thanks for the ride Mac. I'm sorry I ruined your night”, she barely met his eye as she open the door and stepped out. 

Suddenly it struck him.

He didn't want to lose Riley. The thought hit him so suddenly it almost sucked the air right out of him. How had he not realised sooner?

It was Riles. It had always been her.

He got out the car in the pouring rain,“Riles wait.” he pleaded, “I'm so sorry.”

Riley turned around to face him.

“You dont have anything to be sorry about Mac. This isn't your fault. I just have a lot on my mind right now.” she said. 

“I do Riles. I have so much to be sorry for.” said Mac walking around the car and towards her. 

“I’m sorry it took me so long to see what was right in front of me. I’m sorry i didnt realise sooner. I thought back to that day on the truck. The moment I held your hand, I realise it now, it was the first time I wasn't afraid of dying alone. I never let myself think about it. But the truth is Riles, I dont want to lose you.”

Riley had tears streaming down her face. 

Oh no. He had made a mistake hadn't he. He had completely misread the situation. Riley had never felt that way at all. He had just made things worse and now they would never be able to go back to the way things were. 

But deep down he didn't regret telling her. He had these feelings for so long. The idea of losing her had brought everything back to the surface.

“Riles, please say something.”

All these thoughts were running through his head when suddenly, Riley kissed him. He was taken aback for a second but he kissed her back. He could have stayed there in the rain forever. Just him and Riley. She wrapped her arms around him.

“I am so sorry Mac. You were right.. The truth is I was avoiding you. I thought if I distanced myself I would be able to move on and I would never have to risk our friendship. You’re my best friend too Mac and I just...” she was crying again.

Mac took her face in his hands tenderly and wiped the tears away. “Hey, hey its okay. I think we can both agree for two very smart people we can be pretty dumb”

Riley smiled. It made Mac’s heart do sommersalts.

They just stood there in the rain holding each other.

“So are we doing this then?” asked Riley breaking their embrace.

"I mean I guess your bed is big enough" said Mac with a mischievous grin. Riley smacked him, laughing and rolling her eyes.

"Not that. I meant us, dating and all that." She was blushing now.

“if you want to give this a shot? 100% Should we tell everyone though?” asked Mac. He wasn’t sure how everyone would react. A part of him wanted to just keep this between him and Riley.

“I do want to give us a shot. Maybe we should keep this to ourselves for a bit? Phoenix and relationships never seem to mix too well.” said Riley.

Mac nodded and smiled,”Yeah I like the sound of that. And if they get suspicious I guess we’ll just..”

“Improvise.” said Riley, completing Mac’s sentence. They laughed and kissed, standing there in the rain for what felt like forever.

[bi-peanut]

Underneath The Stars Of 23rd Street

All parts

The truck spluttered to a stop, sighing and creaking. I pushed down on the excelorater hard. Nothing. “Come on” I groaned, hitting the steering wheel. The cold night air creeped into the truck like icy fingers wrapping around my body, the heating system had shut down with the rest of the car. I can hear the coyotes in the distance. Town is at least 75 miles away, and here I am. Stranded in the desert. The coyote's high pitched growl grows closer. My hands are sweating and suddenly the cold air seems to be the least of my worries. “START” I shout at the car, slamming my foot against the excelerator. But it's no use, the shreakes grow closer and closer I can hear their ragged breath. “shit” I whisper.

I frantically fumbled with they keys praying for the truck to start. But it stayed silent and still. "Think!" I shouted to myself. I thought back to a time where my dad and I took an trip to Chicago and our car broke down on the way. He had jump started it "for educational purposes only" my dad grinned as I watched him. "Yes!" I thought. I slid down under the steering wheel. It was dark. I got back up and grabbed a torch out of the glove compartment before sliding back down under the dashboard. They coyotes where right outside my truck now, I could hear them pacing around curiously pawing at the doors and wheels. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I pulled open the wireboard and shined the torch into it. I remembered he pulled the red wire or something. My pulled at the wire not really registering anything I'm doing. Suddenly the car purred to life. "Yes!" I cried pumping my fist in the air. I scrambled back up into my seat and placed my hands onto the steering wheel. My truck was surrounded by coyotes, and as much as I knew they would hurt me I couldnt hurt them. I reved my engine and they jumped back. I slammed down on the gas, rocketing straight ahead. I drove and drove and didnt stop untill I got too the outskirts of town. I checked my watch, 00:30. Shit, dad was expecting me home half an hour ago, its not as if I could let him know I had broke down. It took me about another 10 minutes to pull up to our house. I was expecting dad to be asleep by now and he would let me have it in the morning, but when I walked in the door, there he was sitting at the table, a notebook infront of him. "Oh, hey dad" I say nervously rubbing my hand through my hair. "Miles" my dad says sternly "I can explain ok," i say "my truck broke down and there were coyotes and i had to jump start it like you did in Chicago and i tried to get back as soon as i could and-" "Miles. It's ok, as long as you are safe now" My dad walked over and hugged me. He never really did that, it was nice. My dad was a nice person dont get me wrong and he would never hurt me but he was never really a touch person, well I guess that part of him died along with my mom. She died when I was 5. Cancer. It destroyed my dad and I. Especially my dad. When my mom died he spiraled. He drank. A lot. It became so much of a problem I was sent away to live with my Aunt Lydia for 8 months while he "sorted things out" I was five. I didnt know what was going on. When I moved back home for a couple months after that aunt lydia would would come come and check in on us to make sure dad wasnt drinking again."So, how was aunt lydia?" I was visiting her in New Mexico for the weekend before coming home for the last couple days of school before summer break. "She was pretty good, shaken about Uncle Jimmy but other than that shes good"Uncle Jimmy died a few weeks ago. My dad and u went to his funeral in Colorado two weeks ago."It was terrible what happened to Jimmy, we will all miss him for sure" my dad sighedUncle Jimmy and Aunt Lydia are my moms brothers and sisters. Aunt lydia is married to Uncle Michael and they have two kids, James and Rick. They are both grown up and finished college. Uncle Jimmy wasnt married and my grandparents died beofre I was born. My dad doesnt have any siblings and he never knew his Aunts and uncles. His parents were split up and I never met my grandad. Grandma is still around tho and we spend the holidays with her. She lives in New York. I have no siblings. It has been just my dad and I for the last 12 years. And I like it that way. I do wish my mom was still around though. I loved her so much.

My eyes would barely stay open as I sat stooping over my bowl of porridge at the dining room table. Shit! The time! I hadn't been paying attention and I was late. "Miles!" My dad called from down the hall"I'm going now!" I call. Lies. I'm not even dressed yet. I run up the stairs to my room. I grab my Jeans, red t shirt and black and white flannel. I have fifteen minutes untill I need to get to school. The next bus leaves in 7 minutes, it takes 8 minutes by bus if there is no traffic and then another two minutes to walk from the bus stop to school. No. Too long. I'll have to walk, well run. If I take a short cup through the park and if i go down past the library I cam get there in time. And that's what I do. I make it to school just as the bell rings. I join the stream of students heading down the hall. English, my favourite class, is first. When we get in I sit down in my usual seat in back right corner. I dont have much friends. Well I have people to talk to, but I wouldnt meet them outside of school. My only friend that I would do anything for is Regan. I've know her since middle school, she is the kindest but scary at times person in the entire world. I turn to the empty seat beside me, wher Regaan always sits beside me. I tap the girl infront of me, Marjorie, on the shoulder. "Hey Miles" she says "What's up?""Hey, I was just wondering if you've seen Regan around?" "Um, no I dont think so sorry."Marjorie turns back around to her seat and I lean back in mine. Mr. Honran, my english teacher walks into the room. "Good morning class" he calls cheerfully. Just then Regan runs in the door."Ms. Treece, you are late, again." Mr. Horan says, hands on his hips."Sorry" Regan groaned, slumping into her chair beside me."How come you were late?" I ask"Stupid Ben was late dropping me again"Ben is Regans step father, she hates him because her mother cheated on her dad with him and then they got caught when they discovered that Regans mom was pregnant. Now she has a little baby sister Fiona. Fiona is the only one in Regans family that she can actually be around with out yelling. She really does love her.The day dragged on the only hope was that tomorrow was the last day before sunner break. I was only home for about 10 minutes to change into my uniform before I had to head to work.I work in the icecream parlor Happy Swirls, beside the library on 23rd street.

When I got to work there was only five customers inside. My co worker Jamie was behind the counter."Hey, sorry I'm late" I say as I tie on my apron"Its fine" Jamie replied as he hung up his apron.That's the thing about Jamie, he never really talks. He just keeps to himself hiding near his shiny brown bangs and baggie hoodies. There was a time where I considered asking him out but soon changed my mind when I heard him talking to someone about a girl he liked. I'm over that now, i didnt really mind, it wasnt as if I was in love him or something. But he was the first guy that I didnt block out that I liked. "I'll see you tomorrow miles" Jamie called as he walked out the doo. I washed my scooper and brushed my hands off my apron as my first customer of my shift walked up to the counter. "Welcome" I say in a cheery voice. "What can I get for you" I look up to see the customer. I stop in my tracks. Shit, he is beautiful. He has soft brow black hair that falls in curtains over his brown eyes, framed by glasses and soft caramel skin. I almost miss what he says."Umm, could I have a mango frozen yogurt with strawberries on top, please" His voice is soft and sweet. I realise I'm staring and quickly snap back to what I'm supposed to be doing, getting his order. "Sure!" I scoop the the yoghurt into the tub and sprinkle the raspberries ontop. Say something! I think to myself. But I dont. I stay awkwardly silent as I get his order. "That would be $2.99 please" He hands over the money thanks me and walks out of the store. I curse myself for not even getting his name. I probably wont ever see him again. After all, Phoenix is a big place.

@creamybadshadows @melophilic-joon-koya7 @keya-123 @the-writing-avocado

[cmeliabones]

                                      i used to be broken.     i used to be shards of iron and ice,                         a whirlwind of broken glass,     until I learned to be more.

DILAN DENIZ? No, that’s actually AMELIA BONES from the MARAUDERS ERA. You know, the child of ENDER BONES and IRMAK BONES NÉÉ KUNDAKÇI ? Only 25 years old, this SLYTHERIN alumni works as a LEGAL ADVISOR AT THE WIZENGAMOT and is sided with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. SHE identifies as A CIS WOMAN and is a PUREBLOOD who is known to be SECRETIVE, CYNICAL and SELF-NEGLECTFUL but also JUST, AMBITIOUS and LEVELHEADED.

LINKS – pinboard, stats. CHARACTER PARALLELS – laurel castillo (htgawm), peggy carter (mcu), spencer hastings (pll), rebecca bunch (crazy ex-girlfriend), raquel murillo (la casa de papel) AESTHETIC – a blood red lipstick mark on a drained cup of coffee, knuckles bruised from collapsing against a wall, smoking through the crack of your window in the middle of the night, striped blouses, chipped black nailpolish, downing vodka without wincing, wiping sweat off your eyebrow while laughing, sinking down in the shower and not getting up for half an hour, eyeliner sharp enough to kill a man, a longing for something without quite knowing what it is, a sense for justice that burns you up (and hopefully takes the whole world with it one day), something weighing down on your shoulder at all times, the inability to sleep if the world is too quiet HEADS UP – there are some triggers in this intro (specifically: burn out, anxiety, alcohol, smoking, self destructiveness, death and grief). all are trigger warned in front of the bulletpoints theyre mentioned in!

backstory ( 1955 - 1973 )

amelia bones grows up happy. with two older brothers & a set of loving parents, there was such room to grow. her parents are openminded and supportive and allow her fire and mind to expand and grow. she grows up valuing family and empathy and acceptance and fairness, and will always fall back on these values.

a bit of background on her parents: 

her father comes from the bones family, which has been a prominent magical family in eurasia for centuries (mostly for their influence in politics & international cooperation, and their progressiveness). after the global wizarding war, her father’s grandfather and his wife migrated to england after he was offered a position at the ministry, which he got offered due to his efforts during the war. word of their (good & wonderful!) reputation then spread in the UK, too, and they soon became a respected pureblood family (not that they cared about blood status, not at all, and i think plenty of purebloods didn’t care much for the bones --- too progressive and idealistic and proactive).

amelia’s father followed in his own father’s footsteps and joined the department of international cooperation, through which he met irmak, a turkish witch who worked for an international ngo advocating for worldwide women’s rights. they started as coworkers, and soon fell for one another and soon marriage followed, and then their three kids

amelia loves her family. they’re her entire world.

she was the last of her siblings to go to hogwarts, which just made her all the more excited, i think. amelia envied her brothers for getting to go before her, though, very much so. either way ---- amelia was a hatstall, stuck between hufflepuff and slytherin, stuck between her deep sense of justice and her cunning ambition. in the end, she was sorted in slytherin, but she would have thrived in either house, really. 

she walked towards that green-and-silver table with such pride in her face and back, proving that she’d fit right in

i think she was sorted in slytherin in the end as her ambition allows her to do more with her sense of justice. it’s the road towards her goals, her goals being reaching justice and righteousness and her ideals.

anxiety / panic attacks / alcohol & smoking / self destructiveness / burn out tw || amelia put immense pressure on herself all through hogwarts, not only wanting the best grades, but also wanting to be a helpful and put together individual. in her fourth year, she burns herself out --- there’s no energy left in her body. she started having more panic attacks, her anxiety growing with the pile of assignments she was unable to finish, and amelia -- for a while -- lost sight of herself, unsure how she was ever able to be so productive, to do so much. 

amelia starts smoking. she starts drinking. she yells at the whomping willow. she finds release in anything that will quiet her brain and she loses control, for a while --- detentions grow, as do her absences in class, and her grades drop. after a few months, she steps to slughorn, telling him that she’s not okay, that she needs help. (i imagine he was a bit startled, not by the news (as there had probably been reports of the change in amelia’s behaviour), but by the way she approached him, so maturely.)

admitting she wasn’t okay was the main step she needed and soon amelia was learning where her weaknesses lied, and how she could cope with stress, and how she should dose her work so she wouldnt end up this way again. and slowly but surely, amelia rebuilt her good grades, and prepared herself for those looming OWLs. end of tws

her last three years at hogwarts are spent studying, hard. amelia also became prefect & eventually head girl ( this is not definitive! just. putting it down in case ), and spent the rest of her time preparing for a career at the ministry --- that was where her ambition lied, after all. especially with the turmoil and unrest growing in the wizarding world, amelia’s sense for justice GREW, and she wanted to do something about it badly: the ministry was a flawed system, that much she knew, but she also knew that there were good people there (her dad, her grandfather, etc.) and that there was always room for change and growth

amelia cares SO MUCH about justice, it’s just something she’s always done. she has a very deep sense of justice herself, is very just in judging and approaching people. she’s also open about this & will call you out on her shit ( i imagine she did a fair amount of this in the slytherin common room ) but in a calm and collected way

ended up graduating with seven NEWTs, all with either E’s or O’s. we stan an overachieving icon. 

post graduation ( 1973 - 1980 )

anxiety tw | amelia started working as an administrative assistant at the wizengamot, interning under a member at the same time, slowly climbing the ranks and preparing for a successful career. it’s stressful, and sometimes anxiety inducing, but amelia sticks to her coping mechanisms that she’s developed over the years (both good and bad) and mostly thrives. end of tw

(parental) death, murder, grief tw | when she’s twenty, her parents are murdered. at that point, amelia had still been living at home, but she’d been at work when it all happened --- returning to a dark mark above the place she grew up in. her parents had been murdered for not meeting the vision of what purebloods were supposed to be, another pair of victims of a cruel war ( and the start of the bones’ downfall :( )

self destructiveness tw | amelia fell back in old patterns for a while, forgetting to take care of herself, raging against a world that wouldn’t listen. she took the time she had gotten off work to grief and drowned herself in distractions and things that only seemed to make things worse, in the long run end of tw

and then she returned to work and was done. done, with feeling like she’d drown in her grief, and so she turned cold. it wasn’t hard -- amelia had always been quite levelheaded, able to look at situations with emotional distance and objectivity, and now she did the same with her life. she joined the order as well, even though she had previously doubted them ( she thought them unorganised, chaotic rebels, and she had to eat her words, partly, after she joined ). amelia grew bitter and secretive and cynical, but she worked harder than she had ever before, wanting to see a better world as soon as possible --- for her brothers and their families, for all the families still whole, for fucking everyone, to be honest.

death of children tw | re: her brothers and their families, she thinks that theyre both stupid for having kids in this time. look at what happens every day! look at what happened to their parents! why would you risk orphaning your children?!

not that she voices those opinions. they’re dark and mean and she swallows them and keeps them locked up. 

of course, she was kind of right. edgar and his kids did die. lmao. when she found out, though, she didn’t think “told you so”, she just hated herself a bit more. end of all tws

right now, amelia is a legal advisor at the wizengamot, assisting with cases, working on arguments and compiling evidence, always bristling at how useless aurors are at paperwork. she hates the ministry, partly, but wants to fix it from within. her dream is to get a seat at the wizengamot, and eventually grow further, too. her ambitions run deep, as does her idealism, and together those will get her far.

she’s also more closed off than she was before. i think that amelia was a lot warmer as a teen, and definitely a lot more spontaneous. now, though, she is focused deeply on the tasks at hand and cynical, scared of loving more people than she already does. there’s more to lose when you have more people you love, and all that stuff --- but still, amelia is kind and approachable, but there’s always a hint of distance and coolness. 

does Not take good care of herself. amelia sleeps too little, drinks too much coffee, does not eat enough fruits & veggies and constantly abandons her needs when there’s other, more important things. and there are always more important things ( especially considering she seeks for them )

death & murder tw | the timestamp kind of sent amelia into a state of despair, for a hot second. learning that her brother and his family were killed in the war chilled her to her bones. learning that she was murdered in the far but near future confused her, and scared her. she took a moment to recenter herself, to take in all this new information, and then got to work. i imagine that amelia just stormed into the ministry/the dmle and started working to fix this, using her future position as an argument to have a proper role in the developments. ( merlin knows that the ministry can use a good set of brains, after all, and she has a more than good set. ) she also stuck with the order, of course.

amelia also took it upon herself to research a LOT about the future fates of people she suspected of death eater activity, to know who to trust and who not to. read a lot of archived newspapers and such over the past month. too many. end of tw

personality & details

career woman. fuck the glass ceiling, she’ll break it with her high heels and kiss the shards with her red lipstick and grin while doing it. amelia is successful and will be even more successful and nothing but death can stop her from reaching her goals

in the end, that’s why she was killed --- bc she was unstoppable. if it wasnt for voldemort, she WOULD HAVE become minister for magic, mark my words

caffeine dependent as fuck

kickboxes to let go off some steam and cropped up Stress. she has been doing it ever since her the summer after her fourth year and has a mean right hook and can break your nose if she wants to, but chooses not to. (would rather fight you with words, anyway.)

a levelheaded, realistic queen. 

workaholic, pls tell her to take a break!!!!

she has a deerhound doggo called jimmy and she loves him SO MUCH. dogs are Everything to amelia. she loves dogs so much. 

“men ain’t shit” -- amelia bones, thrice a day, at least

listen she’s just a Queen, that’s all ive got

[cryptidofthekeys]

Jameson Jackson x Tiny!Reader

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@imagine-ego-trash  Some of you have been waiting for such a long time and for that I apologize!

Jameson was wandering around the house like usual, trying to ignore all the chaos going on... This household could be so noisy sometimes, usually he didn't mind that much but for once it was getting on his nerves. He wasn't alone however... Well he probably didn't know that much but you were in fact sick of all this noise yourself, way to pick a household full of a bunch of rowdy noisy people. You sighed, now this would be a risky move since the people who owned this house didn't...exactly know you were there nor did they know you were...tiny, but anything to get away from the loud noises would work for you, you decided to follow the one who was always silent. He had never spoken a word but he did use his hands a lot, most likely sign language, he must not be able to speak, part of you wondered why but the other part didn't think asking would be a good idea not to mention it could be a touchy subject. You had followed him all the way into his room, gasping slightly at what you saw... His room was black and white, it looked like a really old... well silent-film sorta style, it was oddly calming and pleasing to look at. You decided to explore around since it seemed the other was preoccupied with something, you noticed a pumpkin with a cute drawn on mustache, it looked rather adorable actually! You then saw a whiteboard which of course he must've used just in case someone didn't understand his sign language. There was a tea set, a few films that must've dated way back before well... most everyone's time, at least it was before everyone in this household's time, he even had one of those old Phonographs! Surprisingly it was quiet and relaxing in here, more so than anywhere else in this house, you were about to find a hiding spot before you heard someone snap their fingers, which instantly made you freeze in fear... Oh god... Did... You slowly but surely turned around and sure enough there he was, looking down at you rather curiously, you were tempted to let out a scream right then and there honestly. Why? Why did you have to follow him? Getting away from the noise sure but, now he found you and there's no telling what he'd do with you! He'd probably treat you like some kind of vermin! You regretted your decision entirely in that one moment... 'Nerts! What are you? I've never seen somethin' like this before!' He signed, he was about to extend his hand for a simple handshake and that's when you sprinted, you had to get out of here and fast. (I swear-- I'm using a bit of 20s slang I saw online but I wouldnt take it as accurate cause honestly I dont know myself tbh-- I just looked up 'slang for the 20s' or somethin like that) His eyes widened as you sprinted, he... honestly didn't expect that but then again, he could understand why considering he was a giant compared to you, he had to do something quickly but he didn't just want to snatch you up without permission that would be rude! You kept running until you found a safe spot to hide in so he couldn't grab you, you watched as he stood up and imitated a sigh, he walked over and grabbed a whiteboard and wrote something down on it and then brought it over to you. You immediately backed up when he came closer but noticed the words on it, it took you a moment but you finally managed to read the whiteboard 'Can you understand sign language?' And to that you looked up at him and nodded. (ahem, sorry if you can't actually understand sign language, I just wanna make this easier than the whole whiteboard thing) He pushed the whiteboard to the side and then began to sign 'Ah forgive me for giving you a fright earlier! I was merely wanting to shake your hand, I guess I should have been a bit more... careful! Oh I should introduce myself! Jameson Jackson at your service!' He gave a tip of the hat. You blinked and tilted your head, why was he being so...friendly towards something like you? Was this a trap to lure you out so he could grab and dispose of you? ...You wouldn't trust him just yet "...M...My name's (Y/N)..." Was all you mumbled, still not moving out of your spot. There was a pause before he smiled calmly 'Do you mind coming out of there? I mean, its completely fine if ya want to stay in there of course, I know this must be awfully frightening for you and I would never want to make you uncomfortable' He was definitely treating you like a normal person instead of just... well... a thing. You stared at him for a few moments, you were just... shocked, he was talking to you as if you were just a normal person "...I...I'd rather stay in here... for... for a bit..." You admitted to which he simply nodded at. 'Alright, and just so you know, you can come and go as you please I won't try and stop you and I certainly won't just snatch you up without permission! I can only imagine that would cause you more stress, speakin' of which... Would you like some tea? I was about to prepare some!' He signed, he was actually... quite the gentleman it seemed. You hesitantly nodded, maybe this guy wasn't... all THAT bad, you still wouldn't trust him just yet "S-Sure if you got anything I can actually drink out of..." JJ's smile grew at your words 'Ah but of course! If you don't mind wait right here please!' He then moved away and began preparing the tea, you of course couldn't help but watch as he did so. After awhile the tea was done, he brought a bottle cap over and placed it down in your reach, he then carefully poured some tea into it 'There you go! Hope you enjoy!' He signed and then walked back over and poured himself some tea, he then came back over but kept his distance as he sat. 'Ah, I won't sit too close, I don't want to make you uncomfortable, you'll have to forgive me as well if I get too... rambly so to speak, I never really have anyone to 'converse' with during tea-time' He signed and then took a sip of tea, even though he couldn't speak aloud that...seemed a bit sad actually. You took a sip of your own tea before looking up to him "I don't mind... Er... If you don't mind me asking, you live in a house with a ton of others, so how come you don't have anyone to converse with during tea-time?" JJ mimicked a sigh and took another sip of his tea before signing 'Well, most of the others are rather... noisy or some of them don't even have the time, Henrik is usually always working and he does prefer coffee over tea, Chase is... too loud and tries to trick-shot things into the mug, Anti is... not the best company... Marvin is usually busy with his magic, and Jackie is a superhero so he is normally always on duty, there is Robbie of course but he doesn't really talk THAT much he usually wants to cuddle' he finally finished. You... didn't really know how to respond to all that, that seemed really sad, he had no one to just sit down and talk too, you contemplated for a few moments before stepping out from your hiding spot "Well... I'm here now, I'll be your conversation buddy how about it" JJ seemed...surprised at that, he rose a brow and signed 'Really? I thought you didn't trust me, or something of the sort! And you seemed awfully frightened of me as well' He then took a sip of his tea. There was a long pause ...well... he hadn't tried to just scoop you up, or do anything bad to you yet... ...And he honestly seemed very nice "Well, at first yeah I guess I was a little scared and I didn't exactly trust you but... You haven't really done anything bad yet, and if you were going too, you would've already done something" JJ gave a nod and smiled 'Ah heavens no! I would never do anything bad to... Well ANYONE really, call me a pacifist if ya wish but, I would especially never harm someone smaller than me! That just seems completely uncalled for if you ask me, even if you are smaller than well any human out there you A R E still a sentient being who feels things such as pain, sadness, anger, all of that!' You blinked and stared at him "So... You don't think of me as just a thing? You... actually see me as someone sentient, not just a thing you can play with, mess with, or anything for your amusement?" JJ then wrinkled his nose in disgust and set his now empty cup down 'Gadzooks! Who on earth would EVER think you are ''something'' to play or mess with, whoever thinks that would be amusing must be very sick in the head! ...Well I suppose Anti would have some sort of... demented fun HOWEVER! Not to worry, I swear to you I will not let him get his hands on you!' He thought for a moment and without advancing his hand towards you, he laid it on the ground and used his other hand to sign 'I won't force you to climb onto my hand! That would be quite rude, so I will leave this decision to you!' You backed up a little bit before listening to his words, ...he surely didn't have anything planned by now, he seems far too... nice to do anything bad, you sighed and reluctantly stepped onto his hand, flinching once he raised it up, he seemed... really surprised you did that but nonetheless a happy smile was now plastered onto his face. 'Ah! I see you trust me a little bit more now! That's good, I don't want you being afraid of me or anything of the sort! I just want to be your friend! Now, hmm... What would ya like to do?' JJ signed, waiting for your response, he moved his hand closer to his chest so there would be a less likely chance to drop you. You thought for a moment, what was there to do around here honestly? You then shrugged "I... don't really know?" Well you were being honest, you did hope he actually had an idea... JJ's mustache began to twitch from side to side, as if he were... pondering something, he then seemed to get an idea 'I could introduce you to the others if you'd like! Don't worry I can assure you they won't grab you nor hurt you in any way! Most of the others are actually very nice except for Anti... He is... not so nice...' You didn't like the sound of this... 'Anti' character you've heard him speak about, there was a moment of silence before you nodded "Just, don't let anyone grab me up without warning, that's all I ask..." JJ nodded and smiled brightly, he then began to head off into the living room, eyes widening at the chaos unfolding before him... Almost all the egos were arguing and of course it seemed Anti was only adding fuel to the fire, he was most likely the cause of the argument to begin with... JJ then looked down at you 'Erm... Perhaps we should... Wait until later on to introduce you to the others...' He mimicked a sigh and simply held you close to him, only jumping when he heard a groan beside him. Jameson immediately turned and looked relieved at who he saw 'Ah, its just you Robbie!' He... had forgotten however the zombie didn't understand sign language... The zombie blinked and tilted his head "...Jaaamieee... Egooss yellinggg... makee Robbieee saaad..." He whimpered, holding his ears as he looked at the others, yelling and or loud noises always made the poor zombie dreadfully uncomfortable... JJ thought for a moment ...oh wait... He didn't have his whiteboard with him, and Robbie couldn't understand his sign language just yet... Man, they really needed to teach him this... Robbie looked back at Jameson and then down at his hand, gasping when he noticed a tiny being... Oh- Oh no... "Smmm....ollll!... Caann Rrrobbieee holldddd?" He made grabby hands which of course frightened you. You backed as far as you could away from Robbie, you didn't trust him just yet, you especially didn't trust him because he looked like a zombie, who knows what he'd do with you! Jameson seemed to notice this and raised you up before signing 'Ah, I need to go get my whiteboard, Robbie can't understand sign language just yet, but I can assure you even though he's a zombie, he means absolutely no harm, he simply just wants to cuddle you!' You then thought about what JJ had said about this 'Robbie' character earlier on, well if JJ trusted him then maybe it wouldn't be so bad... So far it seems the only person he doesn't like nor trust is this 'Anti' person... You sighed and gave a nod "Just... hurry back" And with that the dapper man smiled and nodded, handing you to Robbie who immediately cuddled you, JJ then turned and went back to his room... ...Well now you were basically alone with a zombie of all things. You looked up at the zombie, well as best you could considering he was practically cuddling you into his chest, he...actually seemed kind of adorable as he nuzzled and cuddled you, he was almost like a puppy in a way! "Smoollll... Cuutee...! Naamee Robbieee... Whattt yourrrs?" He gurgled out, he was... definitely a slow speaker, but it was understandable since he was undead, there was a bit of a pause... "Er... My name's (Y/N)... Nice to meet you... Robbie" You mumbled out rather awkwardly, you couldn't help but smile however as he merely nuzzled you some more. "(Y/NNN)... Niicee naamee...!" Robbie paused, seeming to try and think of what to say next "Haavee youuu Meettt theee ottherrrs...?" You shook your head "No... Jameson was going to introduce me to them but it seems they are... rather busy" You glanced at the others who seemed to still be arguing. Robbie looked over and whimpered slightly before looking back down to you "Yeaahh.. Otherrss arrguee a lottt... Antiii causesss a lottt of theee arrgumentsss... But, theyyy arree niice!" He smiled, even though the others did argue and yell a lot more than they should he still cared for them of course. You couldn't help but smile at that but before you could speak JJ came back, whiteboard in hand of course, he then wrote something down and showed it to Robbie who immediately squinted and began to read... Robbie pouted but gave the silent man a nod and immediately handed you back to him, he then winced at the others yelling "Jaamiee... Stopp otherrrss frromm yellinggg? Pleeease?" The zombie begged, you... couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor guy. You looked up at JJ and immediately got his attention "Can we help the poor guy out? He seems so upset and honestly..." You then whispered this next part "They are being very annoying..." JJ of course nodded and turned towards the other egos, he immediately walked towards them and snapped his fingers which seemed to grab everyone, including Anti's attention. Luckily the other egos had learned sign language over the course of time, some of them just learned to understand it, while others learnt to sign back even, it was really just to make JJ as comfortable as possible, which was honestly a really nice thought. 'Can you all please stop that bickerin'? Just take a look at what you are all doing to Robbie! The poor fellow is scared!' He then pointed towards the zombie who looked like he was about to cry. The others immediately went silent except for Anti who scoffed and crossed his arms, he then rose a brow and... Oh no... He was staring straight at you, that... must've been the Anti dude JJ was telling you about, considering he was the only one giving you a malicious grin. JJ mimicked a sigh 'Thank you so much, now there's someone you all should meet! But please, try not to overwhelm them!' He held you up so the others could see, and of course that immediately made you nervous. The first to... Well actually before the one that looked like a doctor could step closer the one you had assumed was Anti... glitched right in front of you...? Just what was he? He had black eyes, a very grotesque looking slit throat, and a grin that could send even the toughest people running scared. "͏̀Ẁè͜l̀͞l͞ ̶a͡re͘ǹ̨͢'̢̀t͝c̸͠ha̡ j̶͟ư̧͞s͝t̷ ̀t͞h̛͠e̡͟͝ ̸͡c̶ ù̧̨ ̀͜͞t̷͡ ̸̢́e̶ ҉͏s̴͝ ͠t͠͡ ́̀l͞͏͘i̛tt̀l͘e̡ ̡҉t̶̨̧o͜͠҉y̨?͡~̴̨" He spoke with a rather distorted sounding tone, it made you shiver but before the other could do anything JJ immediately pulled you back and began signing 'Anti... Leave (Y/N) alone... Please...' He paused 'If you get near them I will... I... will' Anti got right up in JJ's face and pulled out a knife, he immediately held it to the other's throat "̢͡O͝h̷?̵̀ ̢Y̶̷ȩr̷ ͡g̕͢o̕nǹ̨͞a͜͝ ͏̸w̨͟ ̕h̷ ̷a͡͏͡ ̕t ͢p͞͏͘u̴p̷̛͠p̶͜e̵t͏̧?̵̡ ̸͠͞Hm҉̀?͏ ̷̴̕Y͠e͢ ̵s̛ee̛m '̨̀t̴ ̢̀h̸͏a̶̸͞v̨e̡ ̸̛f͘͟͡or̶̀͠g̛̀͡ot̸̕te̸n͏͠ ̛y̕e͟r̨̧ ͜p̛҉l͠a̧̛̛c̸͝e̛͞,̸ ̶d͟o y͏e͏ ̀͝͝ņ̷̛e̴̸e̕d͡͞ a͡ ŕ̶ ̶e͟͏ ͟͏̶ḿ ͠ì͡ n̢̕͜ ̵͢͟d̀͞ e͞ r̷ ḿa̴̴͡y̷̶b҉e?̧͘͜" He spat, his words held pure venom, it was surprising you didn't actually see venom drip from his mouth at this point. JJ's eyes widened and he began to... shake, shake with pure fear, you immediately glared at the supposed demon in front of you, there... wasn't much you could do however at your size but it seemed before the situation could escalate anymore everyone surrounded Anti, holding up weapons of their own, except for one with yellow hair who was merely standing there as if waiting for something, and another man with ink all over him who was cursing at the glitch demon. The doctor held a needle, the one in the cap held a... nerf gun, the one dressed in red held up his fists, and the one who appeared to be a magician held up his wand... They were all glaring at Anti but the doctor was the first one to speak up "Anti, zat is quite enough... You have caused enough trouble, zhere is no reason fo' threatening Jameson nor ze ozher... I sink it vwould be best if you l e a v e..." The doctor definitely had a German accent, you could tell that much but he seemed to have... pure hatred towards Anti, it made you wonder why but its probably best not to question it... Anti growled and glared daggers at everyone surrounding him, he then turned back to JJ and his stare was completely cold before a large grin spread across his face "͝T̷̛h̛͘͠is̛͘͏. I͘͘͢ ̷̨s͠ ̵n҉̶ ̵̨' ͏t́.̢̨ ͡O̢͝v̢̕͞e͝͡r.̡̢.́.̴͘ ̴̴͞S͘é̢e ͡y̵͞͏a ̀s̶o͜͜o͏n̨̨~̵"̀ And with that he was just... Gone. He didn't walk away but merely just... vanished it would seem. This made you feel... uneasy, you immediately looked up to JJ who still seemed shaken and...worried even, you began patting his hand since that was... really all you could do "Hey... Are you alright JJ?" The silent man looked down at you and smiled a little even though it looked like a weak one 'I am fine... Don't worry about me! That was just... Anti being well... Anti... He's... usually like that, just, don't worry I promise I won't let him near you' You nodded at his words, you then watched as the doctor approached an apologetic look all over his face "I am very sorry fo' Anti's behavior, I know zat... Probably scared you but I can assure you zat vwe are nozhing like him... Und... Jameson, are you alright?" JJ nodded at the doctor's words 'Yeah, I'm... I'm alright... He didn't hurt me or them thankfully, anyways... Since he is gone, perhaps its time to get acquainted with them?' He then pointed towards you. The doctor nodded "Ah, vwhy of course, I vwill gazher ze ozhers und bring zhem over" He then walked over and began conversing with the others. After a bit of conversing, the others had turned their attention towards JJ and you as well, and then JJ held you up in plain sight, using his other hand to sign to you 'Go ahead and introduce yourself! The others won't bite or do you any harm, I promise!' You nodded and looked to the others, feeling a bit... uncomfortable considering they were all fixated on you "Er... Uh... H-Hello! M...My name is (Y/N)" ...That was a bit awkward but they didn't seem to mind. JJ then lowered you down a bit so you weren't as high up, and luckily for you... The others didn't crowd around and overwhelm you, they had lined up and the first one was of course, that guy who looks like a doctor. "Hallo, my name is Henrik, it is very nice to meet you (Y/N)" He then reached out a pinky finger, it took you a moment before realizing, he must've wanted a handshake... You held out a hand and grabbed at his pinky as best you could before slowly shaking it up and down "Nice... to meet you as well..." After a few seconds, Henrik withdrew his hand and stepped away, letting the next one step up and it was the one in the cap "Sah dude, my name's Chase! Wow... I've never seen a human your size..." He seemed amazed before he realized "Oh wait, er, no offense by the way... It's just kinda awesome to me" You smiled a bit and shook your head "None taken, I can... understand I guess why it'd be so fascinating to see another being that's just... tinier than yourself" Chase gave you a smile and then stepped aside, seeing as he was keeping the others waiting, and one by one you got to know each one of their names, the one in the cat mask was named Marvin, the one in the red jumpsuit was named Jackie, the one who seemed and spoke like a robot of some kind was named Bing, and finally the one covered in ink was named Shawn. You already knew Robbie and JJ, so they didn't really have to introduce themselves, and you had the misfortune of meeting... Anti, you were definitely going to try avoiding him at all costs, as for the others, they... actually weren't bad at all, at least, not as bad as you had previously though, they were... Really nice and caring of each other it seemed. They weren't treating you as if you were vermin either or anything of the sort, they actually seemed to think of you as a normal person, despite your size, of course they had to approach some things differently but nonetheless they didn't seem to mind you. JJ snapped his fingers which quickly caught your attention and you watched as he signed 'Well, would you like to go back to my room? It's been quite an exhausting day hasn't it?' You nodded "Y...Yeah... I am pretty tired" You admitted, it was a bit of an exhausting day so far, so maybe it would be best to go back to a nice, quiet, and calm place to rest... As JJ turned and began walking to his room, you noticed Robbie waving at you, you waved back and smiled, he was so nice to be a zombie... After a bit of walking, JJ had made it back to his room, he sat you down on the nightstand near his bed and then mimicked what appeared to be a sigh, he looked... worried? He was probably worried about the situation with Anti if the truth was told, you decided to ask anyways instead of just assuming "Jameson...? Are you alright?" JJ looked at you and began to sign 'Yeah... I'm fine... It's just... I am very worried Anti will get a hold of you...' He finished, of course, that is what he is afraid of... Deep down, you were also a little afraid Anti would get his hands on you, but you decided to push that fear back, for JJ's sake. "Hey... It's gonna be alright, he won't get me, you and the others won't let him... I know you can protect me, and so can they, he's not going to hurt either of us! I promise!" You tried to be reassuring, and to that JJ smiled a little bit. JJ still seemed a tad bit worried, he looked over towards his tea set 'Perhaps another spot of tea is in order? It does help calm the nerves a bit, wouldn't you say?' He looked back towards you, and you nodded at him "Yeah... Some tea could help calm our nerves I think..." Jameson walked over towards his tea-set and began preparing everything, however after a few moments, he seemed to notice... 'Oh dear...' He turned towards you and signed 'It appears we are out of tea, I'm sure Chase has some however! He usually does, I'll go ask him, would you like to come with?' You shook your head "Nah, I want to just relax here for a bit..." You spoke, but you noticed JJ's worry again "Don't worry Jameson, I'll be fine, just go on and get some more tea!" JJ looked reluctant but nodded 'I'll be back as soon as I can' and with that being signed, he walked out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts, you could honestly get used to being here... The giants of this household weren't as bad as you had previously thought, the only bad one was Anti... That giant was dangerous and very deadly... Speak of the devil... You suppressed the urge to scream upon seeing him just glitch into the room, you scrambled behind some rather old looking books before he could spot you, luckily enough you managed to get behind them in time it seemed, you shuddered upon hearing that awful, awful cackle of his. "̛͝C͜omé͘ ̶̧͘o̵ù̀ţ̷,̴͟ ͜C̸͏̧o͞m̵̷e͜͜ ͏͜o͝ù̡t̵ ̛́͢w̴h͢͏er̵̡͞e̸͘͢v̢͏e͝͏r̴ ̢̀͠ye̕͟ ̴̢͠a̷̕r͘e̛ ̴̴li̵ţ҉t͏l̸͜e͏̵ m o͠͏̢ ̴ų̀ ̨s̕͞ e̴~̸͝ I̧ ͠k̵n̶o͏w̡͏ ̸̨y̢̢͢e̡͢͠r̶ ͠҉̵i̴n̵͘̕ ̡ḩ̵e̴r̴͏̨e̷̵͢.̵.̨.́ I̧̢t́'l͡l̶̀͏ b̴e͏̵ e̕a̸s̀ier͘͢ ̧̡ó̵͜n͟ ỳe̵̛͢ŕ̡҉ş͜el̢̛f̸̨ ̷̢í͠f͟ y̨͏ę ̕j̸ų̵͘s͏ţ̧̧ ͠c̷͘ò̡͝m̛e̵ ̶o͡͡n̸̡҉ ̸́́ó̢͡u̶t̴̛͟" He spoke, beginning to practically ransack JJ's room, this might be a good time to make a break for it while he's distracted... After all, it doesn't look like he's gonna stop anytime soon, he won't stop until he gets what he wants... You decided to take a chance, it'd be better than staying hidden, you sprinted as fast as you could, finding the fastest way to climb down off the nightstand, once down on the ground, you made a break for the door which wasn't too far away... You might actually make it before he spots you! You were so close, right there at the exit, before a foot slammed down in your path, the vibration from that slam was enough to make you fall back, and of course you screamed out of pure terror, you were actually hoping, praying, that somebody, anybody could hear you. Anti merely cackled and picked you up, keeping a rather tight hold on your small body, "͡Y̷' ̛k̷͞n̢o̴͠͝w҉...͘͟ J̸̢a҉m̶e̢s͝o͏n͘͘'ş ̵n̵̡͡e̶͟v̕͢er͜͠ ̛s̛̕p̕͘ǫke̢ ̡t͡'̧̨͟ ͞m͡e̶ ̢l̷͘͠ì̷ke̸ t͡ha̡͏́t͢͝ ̴b͝ęf̵̀o̢re͜,̡҉ ̵h͝e ́ù͝su̷a͢ll̀y ͢ķ͜now̸͏s ̷̨͡h̵i̶̛s̴̨ ̛p̴͢͝la͞c̢͢͞e̢.̸.͘.̷͢͝ ͠H̕͡ȩ̢́ m̡u̕͢st ̧c̸͜a̵͡r͏e̸̶ ̸͟ą͜ ̸̡͢g̡͟r̴̶͟e̡̧̛a͏͜t͏̸ ͟͡de̕͏ą̷ĺ̡ f̕҉͝e̕͝r̵͠ ̸͝y̛͏̨a.̡̀.̴̵.͠ ͢͠S͘̕͠uc͘h̛͝ ̕͝a ̀͢͞śh͠͞a͏̨m͠҉͝e͡ ͝m'͡ ͏g͝҉o̶͢n̢͜n̶͞á̛͡ ̛h̕͘͢á̷v̵̛e̶̕ ͝ta̛͞ ͞҉҉b̴̧͠r̡ę͟a̢͘͢k̴̵ ̶̷hí͢s̛͘̕ ̸l̨í̡t̡t͏͡l͘͏e͏̛ ţ̨o̸͟y̷͞...͠͏ M̛̀́ày͏͘b҉e͏ t̸̕h̨҉is̶̢'̢̧l̴̷̢l̨̕ t̡҉é̸a͞c̨h̀ ̴h̨͘i̷͞m̵̴͟ ͝͞nǫ̵́t͟ ͟t̵́͠'̡́͘ ̸͠s͞h̴̡̕ǫ͏w҉̸̵ ̧͞h҉i̛͢ş̨͠ ̡m҉̢a̶̶ś͏t̡͡e͠͏̶r͝ ̸s̶̨͘u̧c̴̶͞h̢ ҉́in̴s̶̶͢ờ͡l̸͞enç͜ę̛̛" He tightened his grip to the point where it was getting painful. You were beginning to cry, out of both pain and fear, you began trying to struggle and squirm, you were even punching at his hand, clawing at it, doing anything you possibly could in hopes to escape his grasp, of course your feeble attempts only made him chuckle and grin. Anti seemed to get an idea, which meant bad news for you... His grip surprisingly loosened, not enough for you to squirm free of course, he looked towards the doorway "̢Ye̢͞ ̸̧̨k̷̡n҉́҉ow,҉ ̧͏ I̧̧̕ ̸sh̡ơúl̡͜d̡͘ ̀̕͡l̸e҉͠͞t̢͝ ̧͜h͡͏͟i̧͘m̷͟ ẁ͘a̢̨t̷͜͞ć̡h͢ ͏́a҉ş͘ ̶̷I̧ ͏b͟r̨e̷̛a̡̕k͞͞ ͘y͘͝҉a̡..̵.̨ ͏͠T̕h͘͞a͢͜͡t̵̡'̴͠l̨͟l̸ ţ̴e̕͞a̶̶c̡̨h̢͝ ̶͢hį͝m̛͢͡ ̨̛à ̛l̸̨es̡̕ş̴ơn~ H͝e҉ ̧͞͠s̕͢h̛ǫ̵ul͜d͘͏ ̶b͜e̡͢͟ ̀cǫ͘m͘͢͝i̡͜ǹ͜g̀ ̧b͢a̕ć͟͠k͜ ҉͏r͜i̴g̕h͠t͏ ̷a͏b̢o͡͏u̧̡͝t͘.̶̸̛..͜͞"́͘ He trailed off, his grin widening as JJ stepped in the doorway, the silent man's eyes widening. Jameson's eyes were wide as could be, he and Anti locked eyes and then he noticed that he had you in hand... No... This was what he was afraid of, this was why he didn't want to leave you alone, and now the others weren't here to help out, there was no way Jameson could take Anti on alone. "N̨͠ ̴o̴ ̷͜w̕.́́.̷̛.̡͘ ̨W̨͏͝el͝͞c̶͘͡o̕͠͡m̴e ̵b͞ąç̧k̛,́ ̨͠p͝ ̢́u͏ p̢ ͜p̶ ̧͝e̸̴ ́t̕.̡͝.̛͢.҉́ Ye͢͡'v͢͞e͞͞ ̀́b͡͞e̸e̶̡ņ̡ ͏̧̡d̸̀į͝͠s͜͏̛o̵b̶̵͠e҉d̢̛̛i̢e̢̕n̡̛͞t,̶ ̢̕͞yer͏̨͡ ͟m̧͏á͝st̴̀̀e͏̵͜r ͝͡͏d͏̧ó͟e͟s̴͞n͝'t͏̶ li͢k͘͢͡e ͠͠͏t͘͏ ͞h̢ a ̷̀͘t̵̛.̴.̨̀́.͏҉S̸̸̕ǫ̸̶ ̸̕͞n̡͘̕ow ̧̡y̛e͟͜͠r͟ ̷͏li͠ţ̵͜t̸͘҉l҉̀è͟ t͟ ҉͘͝o҉̡ ̴̨y̛ ̶̴is̢ ҉go̸̴n̕͝ņa͝ ̨̀h͡҉̸a̷҉͟v͜͡e̵̴͠ ̷͝'̧̛t ͜͠s͏̵̨ù̴f͢f̧͡e̴̢ŗ̶ f̀͞҉é͡͡r̀͘͞ i̴͟t, ͞o̢̕͜f͘͘ ҉̕ć͘ours̢e͏̢.̴́..͠͏͞ Tḩ̸at̶͠ d͡o̵e͞sn͢'̶̡͝t̛҉ m̸̕eaǹ ̨͘y͢é̕'l͘͘l ̵͝ģ̷e͜͜t̴͠ ͢͠o҉҉f̶f̨͟ ͠f̕͞r̀͞e̸̸e̡ ̵̕é́̀ì͝t́͟h̢e̷҉r͞,̨ oǹ̛c̕͜e̵҉͝ ̢͢m̵̸̵'͘͟҉ ͘d́o͘n̨̕e͝ ̶w͢͠͝i̵͞t̵͘h̶͘ t̢͠h̢̀e̛m̕͟͠.͝.̴̨.͝͡ ҉͏Y͢ò͟͜u'̸̕͢r̨͢͠e ͜N ̷͞e̛҉͜ ̨͟x͢͝ ̀͢ţ̛.̀͜.̢.̴͟" Anti spoke, cackling at the look of terror on Jameson's face. Jameson quickly began signing 'Anti! Please! Don't hurt them, its my fault anyways! I shouldn't have talked back to you, I'm... I'm sorry... I won't do it ever again, just please... don't hurt them, hurt... hurt me instead! I am the one who deserves it!' Anti sneered "̵́I͏sn̵͢͟'̴̀t̛ ͘͡t̨͢ha̵t̛̀ ̵cu͟t͢͟͡é.̨.̧.͘ ̷Y̨͝e͠͏'l͝͞l̸ ̡͝ǵ̨͝ę͡t̵ ̧̛y̴̡er̡̛ ́t͟u̴̶r͘͝n̸͟ pu̵p͘p̴̛et̵҉̶,̸̷ ͏͞r͘igh̛t̢͟ ̵ą̛f̵͢҉t̸͡͝e͡͠ŗ̵ ̵̵t ҉̵h̡ ̶̨͞ę̵̢ ́͜m͏.͘͢.̀̕.͟" He paused, his grin was now as wide as it could be "M̸̕'̨ ̷g̀͢uń͟n͜҉͘a̴̡͟ m̶a̴͜k̶͟͝è̵ ҉͏y͞e̢͜ ̴́w̡͞a҉t͞c҉h̵͟ ͡t̶h̛e̴ ̕͟li͢fe̴҉ ̡͏d̢͢r̨̧a̷͏i̵͏n ̛f̧̕͡ŗ̀͘om͞ ̢t̷̢h̶̡͠ȩ͜ì̸r̸͡ eye҉͜s̸̴" Suddenly, there was that tightening pressure on your fragile little body again which caused you to scream. JJ immediately tried to approach upon hearing you scream, however all of a sudden he felt some form of rope or string tugging at his arms and legs, it pulled him to his knees and he was forced to look up at Anti who was practically squeezing the life out of his new friend. (bc I really like the red strings thing, the strings on a puppet thing, whatever its called Imma use it) Jameson began to cry, hearing you scream out in pain, hearing your sobs, every little noise of pain or fear you made, it just made his tears flow faster, he couldn't stop this, he was too weak to even get out of the strings! He was trying and struggling against them but that only seemed to make them tighter, almost to the point where it cut into his skin. Anti kept cackling, that damned laughter of his... It grew louder and louder it seemed, at least to Jameson it seemed that way and suddenly... Everything stopped, the screams of pain, the crying, the laughter... JJ immediately focused on Anti and his friend, oh god... Did he...? To JJ's relief, he saw that you were miraculously still alive, he was very grateful, he just hoped Anti hadn't broken any of your bones... Suddenly, Anti had approached Jameson and put a hand under the man's chin, he tried to turn away, he was disgusted by Anti's touch. "̶Ý̧͟'͠͡ ̷͘͞kn̨̛ow.͟.̶͢.́͞ ̴̀I̶ s҉͠h̀o̕͟u҉҉̴l̸d̶n̶̢͝'̀͢t ͢b͏e ͢t̴͟h̶̸' ͜͢ơ̢n̡͘e̷̶̛ ͘t͏̨͞'̀͘ b̧̢̛r͘͏e͜a̶k̨ ̶ém̵͠҉.͢..́̕͠ ̴̀͠I ̸h͘ave̸ ͝a͘̕̕ ̴̸̢m҉ ̷̵u̧ ̵̨͜c ̵̀͟h̸ ̨b͝e҉̛t̶͟t̢e̕r͞ ̨̛͠i̡d̕ea̢̢͝ i͏n̶͘ ́̀͡m̵̨̨i͝҉n̨͜d́,̨͢ ̴̛i̛͘t̸̕'͞҉d̸͢͝ ͞b̛e̢ ̕͡͡nơ̛̕ ̢͜fun̵ ̵̡i̴f͘͝҉ ̷I d̨̡id͢ a̴l̀ļ̵ t̸̕h̢͢͝'̷̢͝ ͜͝w̡͘o̶͟҉rk̀͘" It took Jameson a few seconds before ...Oh no... He understood what Anti wanted him to do, he immediately shook his head, a glare appearing on his face which was rare for a gentleman such as Jameson, of course Anti only laughed at him. "͢O̶h̡͠?҉ ̸Y҉e҉ ̶̧̕t͝h͞i͏̷͢n̶͡k͠ ̀y͠e̶͝ h͢a̸͟v͞ę̛͜ ̛͞a̧ ҉̡ćh̢o̵ice͘͟͢ ͟i͏͝n̶ ̧̀̕t́h̛͡'͏ ͘ma̵tt̛͞er̨ ̨̛nǫ̶w͞ d̢ó̶̧ ̛͝y̷̕͝a̸?̕͜" He paused for a few moments, looking back at you, smirking at your rather exhausted expression, he then looked back at Jameson "́̀W̵͟҉e̛l̡l̷,̡͘ w͘ę̛'ll͢͞ ́͝j̡͜ųs̷̡͠t̶͜ ̸͟͟s̢ee ́a̴b̶͏̛o̢u̶̡t͞ t̡̕͘ha͡t n҉̀o̡w,̨ w̵̛o̸̢n̵'͟͟t̶͡͠ w̶̧e̸?̛͘" And suddenly, the strings were tugging at JJ's arms, threatening to dig into his skin at some points. Tears were flowing from the dapper man's eyes, he didn't want this... He just wanted this to stop, the moment you were placed in Jameson's hands, his eyes widened and he looked at Anti, a pleading expression on his face, Anti only grinned at him, of course he wouldn't show mercy, why would he? You looked at Jameson, your eyes widening as you felt the grip tighten, of course your expression was one of fear and agony "Pl...Ple... Please...! Jameson! Fight him! Don't let him do this to you, to us!" Upon hearing your words, Jameson began struggling against the strings, trying desperately to loosen the grip he had on you, he didn't care anymore, he didn't care if they dug into his skin, just so long as you'd be alright in the end, surprisingly, after a few moments, he managed to snap a string off... Anti's look of amusement faltered slightly but he still cackled nonetheless "́͠͡T̀c͏͟h̴̛,̨͟͞ ́y̡e̡͏r͜ ̶̧w͏̧̕ ̢̧e̵ ͜à̸̛ k J̕a͘҉͠m̶es̶͜o̡̡n̶.҉.̵.̷͠ ̀͢Y͏̵a̕ ̵̸k̡no̵͜͝w͝,̸͠ ̕͡ye̵̢͞'̷̢͠v͜e̵ ͘̕b̢ee̢͘n͡͡ ̀́ą̡̛n͜͢ ̛͠a̶̧w̶̡f͡͝ưl͡l̴̛͟y̢̕͡ d͝i̷͠s̛҉o̕͞b͠e̷̛͜d̵͜i͏e͜͞n͘͟t̕͝ ̨҉̕p̴̢u͏p̸pe̕͘t͘, ̢̧a̧̡n'҉ y̨a͏͜ ̀͡ķ͞n͘ow̢̧ ̧Í ̴d҉ ̢́o̧͜ ̢̛͘n̨͠ ͘' ̀͢t͞҉ ̵͠t̡o̷ĺ̴erat̵͡e͘͠͠ d̕ ̸͏̴i͡ ̢̢͞s̵̨͞ ̷͢o͞͡ b̸ ̸e͏ ̷̕d̵ ̴͢i͝ ̢͟è n ̛҉c̛͠҉ ̶̢e̛͏͢.͘͡.̛.͏" Anti now had his knife in his hand, however before he could even get to use it, he was suddenly flung back against the wall... Jackie had rushed into the room and punched him, his eyes glowing a bright green, Henrik, Marvin, and Chase dashing into the room behind him, Henrik's eyes widened as did the others, they immediately began getting the strings off as best they could, Chase took you from JJ's grasp and looked over you, making sure you weren't severely injured. Jackie looked absolutely enraged, he stepped closer, and closer to Anti, picking the glitch demon up by the shirt collar "L e a v e. N o w... I will not warn you again, villainous scum... Leave this place, leave us alone, don't e v e r return..." His tone was low, warning, for once Jackie was not messing around like he usually does, he was completely serious. Anti grunted slightly, but that didn't stop him from grinning and cackling "͞͝I͏̴ ̛͠w̨͢o̕͞n̛͏'̀͜t͏̷̨ ̶év̀er̷̀͘ ͟͞͞l̵͜e̢t͢͞ ͟ye͜͜ ̶r̴̢͜e̴s͏͘t̵̡..͏͞. I ̶̧w̶͟͝ó̧͘n̴͟'t ̧e͞ ͡͏v ̴͟e̡͞ ̢r͠ ͢l̶͠ęà̴͜vę̢ ̶y͞e ͟a͞l̶̛o͡ǹ̛e̶̷, ͢ò̷̕n͘͝è҉ ҉w̛a̡y̕ ̵o̡r͟ ̶́an͟͏͏o̴t̨̀͘h͞e͏̴r͏.҉͢͞.̸ ͏̢Y̶̴̕e̕'̡͠͏ll͘҉ a ́l̴͘͠ ̸͠҉l̡͜ ͡҉f̧al҉l͜.̴..̡̛͝ ̴́Th̨í̀͘s̛ ͡i͘s̛҉n̷'ţ̵͠ ̷ơ̸̢v̵͟e͝r.͟͏.͟͜.͘�� ͞S̸͜e͡e ͢͏̵y͢e͏ s̸̕͜ò̧͟o̷̕n" And suddenly, he glitched out of the hero's grasp, that made the hero ball his hands into fists "God..." He trailed off, slamming his fist into the wall, cracking it slightly "FUCKING DAMMIT!" Marvin placed a hand on Jackie's shoulder "Dear... Please, try to calm down... Don't destroy Jameson's room... Any room really, I don't want to fix another one for the five hundredth time this week, just... Don't let Anti get to you" He tried to be reassuring, patting Jackie's shoulder. Henrik wasted little time in focusing on you "Let me see zhem Chase..." and of course, Chase handed you over to the doctor, who began inspecting you for any type of injury "Hmm..." While Henrik was inspecting you and making sure you were alright, Chase helped Jameson off the floor, who immediately turned his attention to Henrik 'Is... Is (Y/N) alright...?' He was very worried, worried that something might be broken... Henrik had side-glanced at JJ, after inspecting you thoroughly "Zhey are alright... Luckily, I can only imagine vwhat zat bastard tried to do... Zhey are a bit bruised und sore however" He spoke, holding his hand out "Be as gentle as you can vwith zhem..." JJ nodded and gently took you into the palm of his hands, you looked up at the dapper man, you were completely exhausted at this point, after all that had happened, you were honestly just ready to lay down and sleep "A...Are you alright Jameson...?" Miraculously, you still managed to find your voice even with as exhausted as you were. Jameson looked at his arms, he had some marks on his arms from the strings for sure, he looked towards Henrik who nodded and stepped out of the room, pulling Chase along with him, the ones that remained in the room were Jackie and Marvin, and of course Jackie approached JJ, a sorrowful expression on his face. "Jameson I... I'm so sorry... If I had came sooner, you and (Y/N) wouldn't be in this condition... I shouldn't have left you both alone, knowing that... that son of a b i t c h was still a threat..." Jackie's tone held guilt as he spoke, you felt bad for the hero... It wasn't even his fault! Jameson mimicked a sigh and began to sign 'Jackie... Please, do not beat yourself up about this, it isn't even your fault... Look at the bright side, at least we are still alive... You still saved us, if it weren't for you ...Well, I'd rather not think about it!' JJ shuddered, and that... seemed to make Jackie smile, his guilt slowly going away, Jackie looked both at you and Jameson before sighing. "Well... We'll go ahead and get out of here, after all... You both need rest, after all you've been through..." Jackie smiled, gently patting Jameson's shoulder, and with that, him and Marvin walked out of the room together, leaving both you and JJ alone... Jameson was the one to have a guilty look on his face 'I'm sorry for hurting...' before he could finish signing, you shook your head and put your hand up "Stop, don't you even think about apologizing for something you couldn't even control, it was all Anti's fault, it wasn't your fault at all..." There was some silence before it seemed like JJ took in what you said, he nodded '...You are correct... I... I just wish he didn't have so much control over me... I just want to break free entirely... I'm sick of being a puppet in his twisted little game...' And with that you sighed "...You managed to break free from one string earlier, I believe you can break free... You WILL break free one day... I know it" Jameson looked at you and blinked 'Do... You really think so (Y/N)?' And to that, you nodded "I know so... Just never give up... Please" It took him a moment... 'I won't, I promise...' And with that, JJ finally made his way over to his bed and climbed onto it, he was being careful not to smush you all the while. JJ then signed once more 'It's time for some rest dear friend... I mean, jeepers! Look at the time! It's getting very late... We'll have some tea once we wake up' You only nodded at that, cuddling up as he placed you on his chest, after you got comfortable... You mumbled a soft 'Goodnight' to Jameson, who patted you gently in response, that made you smile slightly... It didn't take long for the both of you to drift off into a peaceful sleep, you being curled up on Jameson's chest, his hand over you acting as a nice warm blanket, hopefully when the both of you next wake, the day will be much more promising.  

[tomakeitbeautifultolive]

Ok two months to go lets hear it: Who lives and who dies?

My death list is actually kind of short, but (probably) controversial:

The Mountain

Beric Dondarrion

Melisandre

Varys

Viserion

Cersei Lannister

Jaime Lannister

Jorah Mormont

Euron Greyjoy

Theon Greyjoy

The Night King

Sansa Stark

Jon Snow*

(*but he will be resurrected)

You’ll notice one very big name - perhaps the biggest - happens to be absent from my list. I’m not so sure I believe the leaks. *shrug*

My explanations and reasoning under the cut.

The Mountain

Of course, The Mountain is already dead, so this feels little redundant. I don’t think Cleganebowl is happening. The Mountain isn’t the same person Sandor had beef with, and Sandor isn’t the same person he once was. *shrug* I’m personally rooting for the Arya-takes-down-the-Mountain theory.

Varys

There’s a good chance that Melisandre is wrong about Varys’ death (like she’s wrong about well, almost everything):

“I have to die in this strange country, just like you.”

But we pair that with the line from Daenerys:

“If you ever betray me, I’ll burn you alive” 

…and it seems to seal his fate (I don’t buy for a second he’s got allegiance to anyone but himself). Of course, there’s a chance it could be a line foreshadowing someone else’s death that’s been ‘leaked’. We’ll see!

Viserion

I could argue that Viserion is already dead… but since “(The Night King)’s done the same thing to Viserion that he did with Craster’s sons,” I assume he’s a dragon version of an other. That’s probably not too important, anyway.

I think Viserion will be taken down by Drogon, mirroring Viserys and Drogo *shrug* I love my parallels, don’t I?

Cersei Lannister

When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. Eh, eh?

For as much as everyone cries “cliche!” about Jaime being the valonqar, imagine if all that foreshadowing was traded in for some shock value, and someone like Sansa does it. *shudders* Nah, man. I want Jaime to mirror himself - the Kingslayer/Queenslayer who took down both mad monarchs threatening to ignite King’s Landing in green flames - finally getting recognized for his act of heroism. That’s much more satisfying than a quick shock that has no buildup. But I suppose, there is a pretty good chance the valonqar is Euron.

(Though I do admit - I would actually love for Cersei Lannister to make it out of this alive, somehow)

Jaime Lannister

“I cannot die while Cersei lives. We will die together as we were born together.”

Both twins have weird lines like this. So, it’s fair to assume if one dies, they both die. And if one lives, they both live. So if Cersei is brought down, Jaime will be, too. How do I see it happening? Perhaps by one last (poisonous) kiss - wherein Brienne comes in to cradle him as the life drains from his body? I dunno. But after all, he wants to die in the arms of the woman he loves, and for better or worse - that’s Brienne.

Jorah Mormont

It’s been long speculated that in season 8, we’ll be seeing a ‘beloved’ character turn into a wight - and I think the best candidate is Jorah Mormont (keep in mind we’re talking show Jorah, who is leagues better than book Jorah).

Admittedly, I do notoriously give D&D more credit than like, anyone else around here. That said - I’m not sure the polar bear thing was entirely for “coolness” factor, like they claim. The moment I heard this line, followed by Jorah looming eerily over Beric…

I thought for sure we’d see this paid off in the very same episode. To me, it just seems wildly out of place and a waste of dialogue. I hope it’s some clever foreshadowing that we’re going to see a dead 'Bear’ of Bear Isle biting someone next season.

Of course, there is always a chance that the greyscale might play some sort of role in preventing Jorah from turning… I guess we’ll see!

Lastly, I’ve always been intrigued by Jon holding a Mormont shield during the BotB - I have a tendency to read too much into everything, I admit - but wouldn’t it be great if Jorah died saving Jon’s hide?

Euron Greyjoy & Theon Greyjoy

For as formidable as book Euron may be - I don’t see him living. This series just isn’t about evil prevailing. What I think he will do, however, is attack Jon and/or Daenerys at sea, perhaps as they try to flee the north. I’m one of those annoying people who thinks very few lines of dialogue are wasted in-show, and this one is a fucking thorn in my side:

I think Theon will succeed in taking down Euron (I think this scene is a great foreshadowing that he’s going to save house Greyjoy by saving Yara), but it will likely be at the cost of his own life. I suspect he’ll not only save Yara - but perhaps some members of his other house, too. After all, he’s a Greyjoy and he’s a Stark.

The Night King

Oh, this one is fun, isn’t it? I’m probably the only person who doesn’t want the Night King to die - but I’m pretty sure he will and that I know how it’ll happen. First, we’ll finally get to see Vladimír Furdík’s stuntwork paid off in the final season, which almost ensures there will be an epic showdown between Jon and the Night King.

But you shouldn’t want Jon to defeat him! (Or Daenerys, for that matter!) Why?

“The gods hate kinslayers, even when they kill unknowing.”

This quote is specifically told to Jon by Ygritte when she recounts the tale of Bael the Bard. Interestingly, Bael the Bard heavily mirrors Rhaegar x Lyanna. And what also happens to mirror Lyanna, is how Sam and Jon become friends. Jon comes to his rescue as he’s getting his ass whooped by his fellow black brothers - just like his momma coming to Howland Reed’s aid. Both Jon and Lyanna go out of their way to further humiliate the tormenters, too.

I predict the Night King will disarm Jon Snow and in this crucial moment, and that’s when Sam the Slayer will thrust Heartsbane through his back (perhaps melted down into more wieldable daggers by Gendry?), Howland Reed-style, saving Jon’s life and frankly, blowing everyone’s minds.

Because after all…

“Everything that happens will be something that you’ve seen before.”

Buuuut it’s going to be about as satisfying as Arthur Dayne’s demise - as we’re going to learn of the Night King’s history, and perhaps that his death marked not only the death of the wights and white walkers - but all of Craster’s sons, perhaps wiping out a whole misunderstood race.

‘A villain is the hero of the other side’, after all - and if you’re familiar with my theory that the Night King is the one using his greenseeing powers to manipulate the visions in the flames that the followers of R'hllor see… then this line by Beric might foreshadow his death:

And that our heroes, the 'enemy’, will win.

Sansa Stark

Before anyone comes for me, there’s a fair amount of eerie foreshadowing - at least in the books. If the season 7 script leaks are to be believed, Sansa might still be the 'lone wolf’ she warned against last season, distancing herself from her family out of jealousy or paranoia.

The way I see it going down, though, (if it does at all) the Stark girls will mirror their direwolves - and Sansa just might die in her sister’s place, saving her life.

Jon Snow

First, let’s look at the conversation between Jon and Melisandre prior to the Battle of the Bastards:

“Any advice?”

“Don’t lose.”

“If I do, if I fall don’t bring me back.”

“I’ll have to try.”

“I’m ordering you not to bring me back.”

“I am not your servant, Jon Snow.”

“You’re in my camp. I’m the commander.”

“I serve the Lord of Light. I do what he commands.”

“How do you know what he commands?”

“I interpret his signs as well as I can.”

“If the Lord didn’t want me to bring you back, how did I bring you back? I have no power. Only what he gives me and he gave me you. Why? I don’t know. Maybe you’re only needed for this small part of his plan and nothing else. Maybe he brought you here to die again.”

Other than that, we’ve got some fucked up lines from Sansa:

(Thanks, Sansa. Great job.)

As well as Beric:

Alternatively, there is some amazing book foreshadowing that Jon will live.

Why include in the story Beric has come back from the dead multiple times, at all? Why tell us that each time he comes back, he’s a bit less of himself? He’s not a major character. Is it all just for 'flavor’ - or are we being groomed to see it happen again to someone we love?

And how bittersweet would that be - seeing Jon come back a second time, but not quite the man he used to be - the one we all grew to love.

I love the theory that Jon Snow is Dany’s mount, treason, and fire for love - and that she’s the one who commits treason against him, by possibly demanding he be brought back 'against his will’ (though, considering he’s a father-to-be and potential newlywed, I don’t think he’ll gripe about it as much in season 8 as he would’ve in season 6.)

When Jon died the first time - I thought for sure he’d come back in some blaze of glory. That they’d try to burn his body, but he’d have this epic 'Unburnt’ moment, like Dany (lol). I’d like to see Dany wake a dragon a second time with some sort of similar funeral pyre that she walks into… except that two people walk out instead of one.

I know, I know. *adjusts tinfoil hat*

But Sam Tarly happens to agree with me:

Always.

Beric Dondarrion

Considering the man gave his life long ago for Catelyn to become Lady Stoneheart in the books, I think his entire purpose for still kickin’ around in Season 8 is to give someone the 'Last Kiss’. Not really a unique idea, no. Popular candidates tend to be Sandor (after all, he tells him 'We will meet again’), Daenerys, or one of the Stark kids. But my money’s on Jon.

Melisandre

I’m an atheist (like GRRM), and therefore, I more or less despise Melisandre for basically convincing what used to be a good man to burn his daughter alive. That’s some Abraham and Isaac shit right there (and that shit better happen in the books because it’s powerful AF commentary and I’m here for it).

All that said, what I’d love to happen with Melisandre is to see her realize her god isn’t real (assuming the Night King has been messing with her visions), and have a personality crisis/breakdown. Afterward, if my theory about Jon happens to be true, she’ll play a role in bringing him back, perhaps even lending her life in the process. Buuuut I wouldn’t mind Gendry’s future wife avenging his cousin’s death and closing her 'blue eyes’ forever.

As for the rest…

People I’m unsure will live or die:

Drogon 🤞

Ghost 🤞

Nymeria 🤞

Davos Seaworth 🤞

Tyrion Lannister 🤞

Sandor Clegane 🤞

Grey Worm 🤞

Bronn

Ned Umber

Alys Karstark

People I think will live:

Samwell Tarly

Gilly

Daenerys Targaryen

Arya Stark

Bran Stark

Little Sam

“Boatbaby”

Rhaegal

Gendry

Missandei

Jon Snow (resurrected)

[mythicallore]

7 Mythological Creatures Around The World

Mythological creatures and beings have been present in cultures throughout history. Some are refined to isolated areas, while others span generations and distances. It's likely that we've all heard about some kind of mythological monster, whether it be in a horror story or a firsthand account. As yet, there is no hard evidence to prove their existence, the possibility remains that there may be some mysterious or supernatural beings that share the earth with us.

1. Mothman

The legend of Mothman originated in Point Pleasant, West Virginia. Two couples were driving near an old power plant around midnight when they saw a creature that resembled some sort of flying man. It had characteristics of a human, but the wings and flight speed of something supernatural. A newspaper article was published about the claims, and a litany of reported sightings and other supernatural activity followed for the next year. On December 15, 1967, the Silver Bridge collapsed, killing 46 people. After that. sightings of the Mothman trying to tell us something? Or was the Mothman to blame for the bridge's collapse?

2. Bigfoot

The most recognizable name on this list is Sasquatch or Bigfoot. This creature is part of modern American mythology, originating with the indigenous people of the Pacific Northwest region of the country. Large, apelike creatures that walked upright were known to steal the fish from nets and were thought to possess supernatural powers. In modern day, Bigfoot is one of the last remaining mythological creatures. This is probably because it isn't completely illogical to believe he exists. A species of large apelike creatures that is evolved enough to know they should stay hidden from the more advanced human doesn't seem too far-fetched.

3. Pontianak

Originating in Indonesia, the translation of this mythological being is "women who died in childbirth." The Pontianak resemble sirens from Greek mythology, only much more brutal. They are beautiful women and announce their presence with the sound of a crying baby. As they creep closer, the sounds grows fainter until you can no longer hear the sound and it's too late to escape. The Pontianak prey on men, and if you look directly at them they will scoop out your eyeballs. They pick their victims by the scent of clothes as they hang outside to dry in the evening. For this reason, superstitious residents bring in the washing at the first sign of darkness, even if thy are still a bit damp.

4. Bakhtak

You know that dream when you're naked in front of all of your classmates or at work? What about the one where all of your teeth are falling out of your head? In Persian mythology, these and dreams like them are blamed on a creature called Bakhtak. This invisible creature sits in the chest of its victims, turning sweet dreams into nightmares and, in some cases, causing sleep paralysis. This should ease the minds of scared children when they run into their parent's room at night. "Don't worry Jonny, it was just a dream caused by an invisible demon creature who sits on your belly while you sleep!"

5. Chupacabra

This beast is among the newest mythological creatures, with the first reports coming in 1995. The tale originated in Puerto Rico, where farmers would find their goats and other livestock dead, with vampiric puncture wounds and a lack of blood. Firsthand accounts describe the creature as looking like a small bear with fangs and spikes protruding from its spine. Sightings and similar accounts have since moved to the mainland US, suggesting the creature is beginning to proliferate and become more versatile. Stranger still, another creature called the Sigbin in the Philippines bear a striking resemblance to the accounts of the Chupacabra.

6. Leshy

The Leshy is a friendlier mythological creature than some, resembling the tree people in Lord of the Rings. Originating in Slavic lore, these creatures are considered the protectors of the forests. They appear to be part plant, having the tail and hooves of an animal with hair made of vines and grass. They can change their shape and size on command, and use a wooden club for protection. They share a kinship with large predators of the forest, who also offer them protection. Loud cries can be heard from these creatures, but they are also known to mimic the voices and sounds of humans. They may not be aggressive, but they will be hostile if you are caught trespassing in their home.

7. Mongolian Death Worm

The legend of this creepy fellow originated in the Gobi Desert in Mongolia. Though sightings are often doubted and disputed, locals remain adamant that this creature is out there. This creature is a massive worm, ranging from 2ft to 5ft in length, which spits acid and shoots electricity at its victims. If you are unfortunate enough to encounter this worm, it is likely that you will not live to tell the tale. With so many ways of disposing of a victim, this is one of the more dangerous creatures on the list. Even without the electric stare and acidic spit, a giant man-eating worm is still a thing of nightmares.

http://www.theoccultmuseum.com/7-terrifying-mythical-monsters-wouldnt-want-encounter/

[tobebugjewce]

nightmare log

i dont remember the exact night i had this nightmare but strap in because its very detailed;

it starts off with me traversing an old crumbling building, it only has two or three floors, and me and my sister are leading a group of strangers. we’re all carrying flashlights, either its night time or the building interior is very poorly lit. its dusty, old-smelling and nearly every other surface is covered in thick cobwebs. we barely get a couple minutes into exploring until something happens; it feels like a bomb strikes the building, i dont know for sure but all i do know is the ground shook and there was smoke everywhere, and there was a really really faint small sounding alarm, almost as if it was coming from a long distance away. it was still audible though. my sister and i traverse the even worse state of this building, its now blocked up more than it was before, some rooms are impossible to enter or you have to crouch down to crawl underneath the collapsing walls. we move forward and the group of people that were following us stay behind, theyre very adamant about staying and NOT going further, theyre scared, terrified. we have no idea what for, so we keep going. we go up into a second floor, i think, but all i know is in the dusty, old, wooden floorboards match the doors of the rooms in the second floor. i crack open a door and it creaks so loudly, its so so dark in the room i look into, and in the room is a small wire framed metal bed, like ones you woudl see in an orphanage or an asylum. or a prison. i see a huge lump on the bed, wrapped in a linen blanket, it looks like a body. it is a body. its a frail, old old woman. she sits up and looks around, shes confused. lost. her eyes are sunken and she looks like shes been alive for more than a human should be. she blindly looks around, and she asks me “natalia?” its all she says. i say no, im sorry. im not natalia. my sister looks into another room as i close the door to the old womans room. she finds an empty room, and i go to the last one, its a weirdly small upper floor considering the downstairs areas were much much larger. theres only 3 rooms in this upper floor. i go to the other door that my sister isnt looking in, and i see the exact same layout as the old womans, except this time its an old man, just as old, just as frail and skeletal. he asks the same thing, “natalia???” i say no again, and that im sorry, im not her. i walk down the stairs, which feels like im in a different area, like the path behind me is an opposite staircase, but i walk down and go towards a door, one i assume to be the exit. its not. or at least i wouldnt have known because i hear my sister screaming for me, shes shouting so i turn around, but as soon as i turn my head, the building is different. its stark white. its clean, bright, too bright. there’s people walking around, in business clothing. dress shirts, slacks, pencil skirts, ties, holding clipboards wtih papers on them. there’s a woman that stands out, because not only is she dressed in an all white jumpsuit, shes frantically scribbling on the wall, which is a chalkboard, whcih i only noticed when i stepped closer. its like i was suddenly transported into an optical illusion. i tried stepping closer to the scraggly looking woman, her hair was frizzy, and she had a lot of it. she looked like she got struck by lightning because of how much her hair was sticking up and around and looking frazzled. she looked frazzled. i feel like i was looking at someone who wasnt natalia, but maybe knew her. or knew what was going to happen. she was scribbling nonsense on the walls, not words, not drawings, just sprawling lines and circles. i could sense that she felt like the only sane person in the building, despite looking like the most deranged one. i blink and suddenly the building is crumbled again. im back. i dont hear my sister anymore. the door i thought was the exit hasnt changed, but i was right, it was an exit. and i think now this is perfect, we can get the group out. we can get out. we go back up to see the old people again, it was exactly the same as last time. i open a door and i see the old woman again, she sits up again, she asks the same thing again. “natalia?” i dont answer her, i just close the door. i can still hear her frantically asking “natalia? natalia?” through the wall. the old man is exactly the same. i open the door, he sits up, he asks “natalia?” i close the door. i feel weirdly angered. my sister and i go back down to where the group was hiding, we have to go through a small hole in a closet to find them. we move to get them out, but i open the “exit” door, and suddenly im outside. im on a street, farther away from the building. it looks weirdly new again. like im back to where it was before it was a crumbled abandoned mess. i apparently was running, i feel like im escaping something. someone. im suddenly back inside the building. right in front of the door again. i step forward to try to leave, but i physically feel a restriction. i step back and feel warbled as im realizing im not in the pristine white building anymore, its rubble again. i step forward and feel like im pushing past a barrier, the more force i exude, the whiter and newer the building becomes. like im stepping into an illusion, a false reality where this building is back to its glory days, not a broken abandoned mess that only contains two living, old, old “humans”. 

i dont want to write this post anymore.

but im going to continue.

its getting irritating now, but im back outside. i decide i want to escape this horrid building, i run. i keep running. im at a 4 way stop in this street, i cant tell what time it is because each direction i look its a different time of day. i run left and down, the road is watery, it then appears im standing in water that reaches up to half of my shin. its running but slowly, like a small creek. the asphalt below the water is cracked and crumbling, its no longer a road that cars drive on. i look to my left and see it flow into a lake, or an ocean. to my right is a collection of trees that are growing in this river road. the roots of these trees stretch out very very far. in between two trees are two women, they look like theyre just a little bit older than me. theyre so gorgeous. one is in all black, but has white hair, and the other is wearing all white, but has black hair. theyre holding hands. they refuse to separate the entire time they talk to me. they ask me if im lost, where i need to go, who or what im looking for. i can barely answer. i feel like im going to cry. but not of fear, not of anger, just the feeling of water swelling up in my eyelids and pouring down my face just feels like a separate emotion i wanted to happen as i kept talking to these two beings. i close my eyes and suddenly im walking down a steet into a neighborhood. it looks rich. i dont belong. the houses are all painted white and are disproportionately tall, too too tall and not wide enough. they look like huge cheese sticks. weirdly skinny. small black windows. even starker white window frames. im shaking. an old man walking his dog walks past me, telling me if i need anything hes got it. he tells me to have a good day, i try to say something polite back but i dont know what language im speaking in. i get frustrated trying to find my way out, the houses are so packed together and they spiral, i keep ending up in tiny backyards. i look down at the white tiles im stepping on, i look up and im back in the river road. the women ask me to follow them. we swim into the lake and i try grabbing onto the wood pillars of a rotting, broken pier. there’s heads on top of the wooden posts. theyre all talking, laughing, some trying to get my attention, one telling me i might beat a new record time for swiming fast. i try not to look at them. my eyes are filling up with lake water and salt-less tears. i see a figure, but my vision is so blurry the person standing at the end of the pier almost doesnt seem real. all i know is she has red hair, its short, she looks placid, she looks like a mannequin in uncomfortable clothes. its natalia.

i wake up.

[dent-de-leon]

ok but the really weird thing about keith’s dad is that he wanted his son to join the blade of marmora. usually in these kinds of stories the parents will try to cover up everything about their ties to top secret, dangerous rebellions but ...kogane literally just hands him the knife and insists he have it. tells him just enough for keith to become not even attached so much as dependent on it. He needs to know more about it, he has to.

and thats so strange to me that?? rather than trying to keep keith out of it he provides perhaps the most powerful motivator. i highly doubt the galra he was with didnt mention that this knife was tied to a secret society’s initiation--which could also very well kill you. so it seems strange that??? kogane would encourage keith to latch onto that?? why send him to the bom? 

and what’s the deal with his desert shack conveniently located right next to the blue lion?  

conspiracy theory about keith’s dad and his weird house under the cut 

the only thing i can think of is that keith’s mom made it seem like earth could be invaded at any time. so if things ever went south, and something happened to them, their plan was always just to send keith to the resistance, and i guess just hope they wouldnt outright kill him. 

now, keith seems surprised when his dad mentions mom gave him the knife. so maybe thats news. but we do know his dad had it, and that he passed it down to keith. so whatever he told him about it, it was enough to make sure his son would never abandon it. this just doesnt make sense unless youre trying to get keith into the bom. 

another thing--we see keith and his dad in the old desert shack. and if they really did live there together, i think that adds a whole lot more to the whole “sensing this weird energy” thing. that is, keith’s been aware of it for years now. or at least, he knows there’s something strange with that house and with his parents and it’s why he finds himself continually drawn back there. 

I mean, for one thing--what’s kogane first doing when keith gets there? he looks like he’s messing with the little knob on his tech there. maybe even, i dunno--listening for alien frequencies like pidge? caus in episode 1 the lights there are on too, so keith was working with it recently. like kogane is here, and hes clearly using the machine to check for something. personally, i always thought the shack was this abandoned garrison outpost, which would explain both its location and strange technology 

weirder still, if you look to the right, the conspiracy theory board isn’t keith’s. its his dad’s. comparing this and episode 1 you can see keith has added onto it, but it wasnt something entirely his own. he was just finishing what kogane started. in short, he goes back to the shack because it already has all the clues and instruments he needs to start solving this weird mystery 

but thats not a real memory! you might say. the house just looks that way caus thats where keith lives and its familiar! but if you compare the two, its slightly neater before. papers are spaced differently, the table and couch dont look as decrepit, the placement of things like the blanket and the boxes are also different:

also, the line about time passing implies theyve been here before. when keith first arrives, its to the sigh of relief that you’re home. because this was their home.  

as for sending keith away, i think the threat of an earth invasion was probably more imminent than we realize. in fact, on a small scale, i think it already happened

time and again, keith’s dad tells him everything’s fine. not only that, he keeps the windows covered and blocked off. the way he’s talking down to his son--its ok, everything’s alright, just stay here and dont look outside--sounds a whole lot like an adult speaking to a little kid. because i think keith’s heard this all before. i think a galra ship did show up when he was younger, which would certainly be the prime location for a visit 

seeing as, you know, its within reasonable distance of both the blue lion and galaxy garrison 

also, his holo projection of the galra marching looks an awful lot like his nightmare. a recurring memory hes suppressed maybe? 

But now, if keith lived there his whole life, then why didn’t he sense blue years ago? 

well, maybe he did. but after his dad left (and i do think he left, not just died) im guessing keith was probably done with chasing after ghosts. he throws himself into the garrison--finds new purpose with piloting, with the military--with shiro. And maybe, for just a little while, he forgets about the knife. and it lies there in his drawer or on his desk, still bandaged up to the hilt and collecting dust. 

Until he loses someone again. Until both shiro and his future at the garrison is gone, and he’s back to nothing, back to square one---so he goes back to the desert and tries to figure things out. And he still has his knife of course, just like his dad wanted. Strange though, that kogane would give him an invite to the bom if there was no deep space faring vessel on earth capable of making it to a base on the other side of the universe, and was also conveniently parked within walking distance of keith’s reach. 

unless of course, kogane intended for him to take the blue lion. 

one last thing. in keith’s projection, when the galra invade, we see red. but it’s not like she’s fighting back or charging in to pick up keith (well, in the real world she is). but no. here, she looks like she’s standing with the galra. interesting, considering that, out of all the lions, she was the one in galra custody for 10,000 years