#fallout in the snowfall

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fallout in the snowfall ❆ part 1

james potter x female!reader

summary: when james kisses you on an adrenaline high, your friendship is in shambles as the true meaning of "just friends" becomes irreparably warped. you both desperately try to restore the platonic bond that you once shared, but at what cost...

warnings: strong language, sexual references

word count: 2.9k

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Music drowned out your senses, the beat thrumming through your body as intensely as the pounding of your heart. Hoarse from screaming, your throat tickled as you laughed with your friends, revelling in Gryffindor's success from the day's Quidditch match against Slytherin.

Lights flashed across the Gryffindor Common Room as the Fat Lady's portrait swung open, people whooping as James was carried inside, basking in the attention like a cat- like a lion in the sunlight. Everyone began chanting his name, you joining in with a laugh as he was hauled even higher on Sirius' shoulders, people reaching over to smack him on the back as he swayed precariously. His tousled hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, cheeks flaming red from the thrill, glasses cracked in one lens and his eyes... they burnt with the aftermath of success, glowing with that glimmer only a decisive victory could bring. His eyes scanned the room as he craned his neck, looking, searching; until his gaze landed on yours.

Something seemed to crackle in the air between you, the intensity of his fiery eyes pulling your body forwards, as though you needed to be near him. The chatter of your friends slowly faded into the background as you paused, biting your lip uncertainly.

James, on the other hand, wasn't one to hesitate. Not when he had been younger - when if he had wanted something he took it without a second thought - and certainly not now. James had enjoyed the perks of a privileged upbringing, and there were certain aspects he wasn't ready to relinquish yet.

Tapping Sirius firmly on the shoulder, his best friend loosened his hold and James jumped down. His eyes never left yours. He strode forwards, pushing past people as they cheered and tried to clap him on the back, his expression glazed with determination. No-one was going to get in the way of what he wanted.

Everything seemed to slow as James reached you. The music died in your ears, the loud cheering gradually fading. Your mind was a whirlpool of emotions, unsure where this was going, but also ready. James' chest heaved with adrenaline as he neared, closing the already small distance between you. His eyes flashed dangerously as his tongue darted out to wet his pink lips. You looked up at him, doe eyes wide, yet simmering with longing that had been repressed for far too long.

James considered your uncertain expression as his hand dragged up and down your shoulder in what was supposed to be a reassuring manner. As your best friend, James had always been touchy, but this was different.

It drove you crazy.

"A few kisses won't ruin our friendship, love."

Looking up at him through your lashes, you smiled slyly; his need for you in that moment so palpable that your skin flushed beneath his gaze.

The look he was giving you. Of exasperation, of longing, of want. You knew your face mirrored his.

James grunted with the force of his lips colliding with yours. His hands flew to your waist as you met in a flurry of passion and lust and want as one of his hands snaked up your side and tugged at your hair, eliciting a gasp- he stole it away with another kiss, then another, and another. The music flooding your ears once more combined with the vibrant lights hot on your skin and James' lips on yours surged the intensity of the moment to new heights. Heights that you teetered precariously on, feeling free and unreachable but capable of crashing at any moment.

He broke away for a split second as you both gasped for air, eyes frantically searching the others, as though you needed confirmation that this was happening, before pulling you back into him as though your lips on his could offer more relief than oxygen ever could. You were his lifeline and right now, James felt more alive than he could ever recall.

The night blended together in a haze of drinks, lights, laughter and more stolen kisses, the memory simultaneously so clear yet vague that you could only be left to ponder (and regret) everything that had occurred the following morning, as you trailed down to the common room from the girl's dormitories, massaging your forehead in a futile attempt to relieve your hangover. You hadn't expected to find James, who apparently hadn't even managed to make it to bed, asleep on the crimson sofa.

The creaking of the stairs as you crept forwards caused him to stir in his sleep, sitting up groggily once he noticed you.

He blinked a few times, forcing the sleep away, and stood up suddenly.

Groaning, he sat back down.

"Hungover hit yet?" You smirked, sitting down next to him.

James' black hair was the messiest you'd seen in a while and his glasses still flaunted a thin crack.

Leaning over him you raised your wand, muttering 'Oculus Reparo' as the crack sealed itself.

His eyes stayed shamelessly on your lips the entire time. You hesitated, not instantly moving away.

It was the signal James had been waiting for. Before you could speak his hands snaked around your waist.

His fingers lifted your chin, his eyes half-lidded as he murmured, "One more won’t hurt." His lips brushed against your lips as he murmured against you, “Right?”

You nodded, breathless as he swept hair away from your face.             

So, he had remembered last night.

He leaned in, grazing his lips against yours again as though he was testing his own self-restraint, playing a dangerous game as he tested both of your boundaries. They didn't hold.

Within moments, James had lifted you onto his lap, kissing you with as much urgency as he had only a few hours ago. You returned the action, your hands tangling into his hair, determined to make the most of this kiss if it would be your last. James' hands brushed up and down your sides, sending sparks surging through your body.

You pulled away, eyes still closed as his forehead pressed against yours, "What is this, James, what was last night?" You breathed, scared to shatter the moment you hadn’t realised you’d wanted so desperately.

He groaned at the absence of your lips as his hands circled your lower back, "Friends kiss, love."

His eyes glinted with that familiar confidence beneath his glasses and you were unable to look away, that brief glimmer only enticing you more. His voice was rough as he spoke slowly, "Would you like me to stop, my best friend? My bestest girl?"

Your hands tightened in his hair at the pet name. His words should have thrown you off. They should have. But you had unknowingly craved this for so long, and this... maybe it worked. You could satisfy the part of you that craved him without the threat of losing your friendship.

"Don't stop."

The words triggered something in him, and James leant in.

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The kisses didn't stop.

Whenever you sat down with him at breakfast James greeted you with a kiss on the cheek, his hand lingering on your thigh throughout the meal.

He'd steal kisses from you after class, people conveniently crowded outside as he’d pull away, a smirk gracing those intoxicating lips.

Every time he kissed you sent shivers through your body- the feeling addictive. But soon, you began waiting for something. Waiting for the moment he'd pull away, his eyes searching yours, and ask for something more.

It hadn't taken long for the others to notice, but any ideas of the two of you together were quickly quenched by James' assertions that the two of you were the closest of friends- and nothing more.

He'd kiss you after quidditch practice when Gideon Prewett was getting on his nerves. Because he needed it, he always claimed. Because a kiss from his best friend was what he needed after he'd worked so hard and had to deal with irritating team mates. You were more than happy to oblige.

He'd kiss you when you'd hang out with the group, pulling you onto his lap when you all sat together by the black lake, laughing at the group’s jokes. This carried on for so long that it became integrated into your normal routine, the others long beyond questioning anymore.

But after the initial two weeks, it didn't feel right. It felt stagnant, and you began wondering if you’d be forever trapped between friendship and something more. By the third week, you felt empty.

You recounted this to Mary MacDonald, one of your closest friends. She listened patiently as you spilled every detail on the floor of the girl's dormitory, your legs crossed as the words tumbled out of your mouth.

She placed a hand on your wrist, causing your rambling to skid to a halt.

"How do you actually feel about all this, (Y/n)?" She questioned, waving her freshly painted pink nails through the air, trying to dry them before she did yours.

"I-" you frowned, absentmindedly brushing your fingertips over your lips. The ghost of James' lips temporarily invaded your thoughts, "I love it when he kisses me."

Mary's eyes glimmered with something you couldn't recognise, but she kept quiet, prompting you to continue.

"But it's not enough. It's not enough," the words began to pour out, and you couldn't stop them, "I almost feel greedy- I want more. When he kissed me for the first time something changed and I- I don’t know. I guess I thought things would be different. That they would’ve developed by now.”

Mary sat patiently, admiring her freshly painted nails as she gave you space to sort through your thoughts.

“I love his kisses, but all they do is remind me that they're not enough." You paused, Mary's brows furrowed as she watched you, "I want more." You whispered, your voice quiet, barely audible. The words merged with the comfortable silence between the two of you as she mulled over your confession.

Mary wasn't one to offer a meaningless response, and that was something you adored her for- she genuinely cared. Still pondering, she gently placed your left hand on her knee as she began to paint your nails in the pretty wine-red colour you'd selected earlier.

It was once she reached your ring finger that she finally spoke, "You deserve more, (Y/n), and I'll be damned if that makes you greedy."

She paused again, eyes crinkling as she focused on wiping some stray polish from your finger.

"It’s human to crave a proper relationship- not whatever James is doing. I don't think he's quite realised it, but he's taking advantage of you, (Y/n). He's giving you the bare minimum."

Her blunt words snapped your eyes up from your nails, your left hand done as you replaced it with your right.

"I don't want to stop being friends with him." You said, hesitantly.

"And you won't," Mary's eyes lit up, "All I'm saying is if that jerk wants to kiss you, he has to work for it." She insulted James with that level of affection shared by old friends, but there was an edge to her voice.

You laughed, but her words resonated within you, particularly with your level of self-respect. Entirely consumed by this change in dynamic with James, you’d unintentionally disregarded your dignity in the process. Allowed him to assume you'd always be there, lips puckered and eyes closed.

You shivered at the thought. The revelation sent a wave of bitterness through your body. You weren't angry at James, no, more so at yourself for putting up with this for so long.

Mary smirked, recognising the resolution in your eyes as she finally set down the nail varnish, screwing the lid on, "It’s about time James Potter had to actually work for something."

You held back a snort, eyes crinkled with amusement.

"Thank you, Mare." You gestured to your nails, but she caught the double meaning.

"Anything for my best friend." She stood quickly, cursing as she almost smudged one of her nails, "Dinner?"

Within minutes you’d entered the hall, arms linked with Mary’s as you marvelled at the newly put up Christmas decorations. Just over a month away from Christmas, they glowed brightly; snowflakes swirled down from the enchanted ceiling, fading into nothing before they could touch the people sat beneath. Wreaths hung above every fireplace, which crackled comfortingly... and the tree. At the opposite end of the hall stood the massive fir tree, one you could've sworn got bigger each year. Baubles shimmered against the glow of the candles, the tinsel and angel hair that had been carefully draped over the branches made it look as though the tree had been dunked in pure starlight. Magic never ceased to amaze you; there really was a charm for everything.

As you scoured the Gryffindor table in search of your friends, Lily happened to look up at the same time and waved you over. Your breath hitched, noticing there was a seat either next to her or next to James. Mary gave you a pointed look as she slid down into the seat next to the latter, leaving you to join Lily- opposite him instead. James immediately looked up as Mary sat down, his brow crinkling slightly as he turned to you. It was no secret he’d saved that seat for you, and an uncomfortable moment passed before the others resumed their conversation.

Having just returned from practice, James was dressed in mud-splattered quidditch gear, the word gryffindor stretched across his broad chest. His hair was that familiar mess, and you mused whether you could run your fingers through it without them getting stuck. He downed his full glass of pumpkin juice in one, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your fingers drummed steadily on your thigh as you slipped in and out of Sirius’ story, laughing occasionally, but unable to dedicate your focus when James was sat directly opposite.

Only your eyes were on Sirius as he wildly gestured with his hands, recounting the tale; your mind wasn’t on his words. James’ leg brushed yours under the table, a bid for your attention. You didn’t react, dragging your attention back to Sirius instead and joining in to laugh at something else he’d said. What exact you were laughing about, you weren’t sure.

It felt wrong, almost unnatural, not to be touching James in some way. In just three weeks your body had gotten so accustomed to his lingering touches, his sly brushes against your thighs, that you felt unsettled by the lack of them. You noticed James flexing his large hands, as though he too didn’t know what to do with them if they weren’t on you.

You exhaled with relief when the food came, snapping you out of your thoughts yet again- a welcome distraction. As you began to fill your plate with steaming piles of food, your eyes fell on Mary’s. She had been engaging with the rest of the group’s antics, but the knowing look in her eyes told you she’d been observing the both of you the whole time.

She gave you a smirk, flexing her right hand dramatically, just as James had done. You snorted, your hand instantly flying up to your mouth to stifle your laughter. The tension momentarily evaporated as you realised that nothing escaped your best friend’s notice. The others paused, looking confused, but Mary quickly waved them off after muttering something about an inside joke. You only giggled in response.

After a collection of mouth-watering meals you stood, exhausted and ready to sleep. Mary and Lily also got up, both ready to leave. You didn't kiss James on the cheek as you usually did, instead linking arms with your friends as you left the sparkling hall.

You weren't ignoring James. No- from now on you’d simply treat him as a friend, because in the past few weeks the meaning of the word had gotten so twisted between the two of you. You were determined to restore it, unwilling to settle for kisses that amounted to nothing.

You had had an hour to mull over Mary's words. James' behaviour was intentional- it wasn't as though he hadn't had every opportunity to turn your situation into something more. It was James who had constantly enforced the 'friend' idea the hmost, leading you to assume he wasn't interested in you the way you were him. And that was fine- but you'd show him what a true friend was. Challenge his claim that friendship involved his lips on yours.

James silently stared after you, Sirius snorting, "How've you fucked that one up, man?"

"There's nothing to fuck up." James rolled his shoulders nonchalantly, ignoring how they suddenly felt heavy.

"Sure." Sirius' eyes flashed knowingly, "And Pete didn't fuck up his charms test."

Peter had gotten a T (Troll) on his most recent charms test.

Remus rolled his eyes, shooting Peter an apologetic look as he stood from the table, "Well, I'll leave you all to it."

And so he did, leaving James entangled in thoughts almost as messy as his hair and filled with a desperation to know why you’d seemed so distant. He chalked it down to your having a bad day, certain that tomorrow you wouldn't be able to stay away from him again.

Oh, how wrong he was.

A/N

EEK!!!! i can't believe im about to press post.. i've been working on this series idea for a long while... truthfully most of my ideas get scrapped after a few weeks but this one really really stuck with me so i'm glad I didn't press delete on the word doc... i'm thinking this'll be about six-ish parts, so bear with me :,) this series will be christmas themed, so expect loads of snow and presents to come!

& if you'd like to be added to the taglist do lmk! i'd be honoured to add you ♡

and please feel free to share your thoughts, opinions, reactions, what you think will happen next... i love reading them allll

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Subtext and Culture, Young Royals, Season 3, Episode 1

Season 3 picks up a short while after the jubilee speech by Wilhelm. Both Wilhelm and Sara have been absent from school for a noticeable amount of time, so maybe a week or two later? The show isn't very diligent in ensuring a perfect timeline, but this would put us in early March perhaps? Anyway, we're off to the castle for a meeting to deal with the fallout of Wilhelm's speech and Sara reporting the video to the police.

Subtext: The Queen is so pissed she's not even looking at her son, a reversal from the opening to season 2, when Wilhelm was pretty pissed at his mom.

Subtext: This is probably the first time that Wilhelm gets a hint that the Queen is seriously ill.

Cinematography: Same procedure as last season! Every season opens with a fourth wall break where Wilhelm stares in to the camera during the opening titles, defiant as ever.

Culture: For practical reasons the end of season 2 was filmed in April 2022, while the beginning of season 3 was filmed in February 2023. That said, the spring in Sweden can be pretty fickle, and it's not uncommon to have surprise snowfall as late as April. If you want a cinematographic interpretation of this scene, it's supposed to show how cold and unwelcome Simon feels arriving at the royal palace.

Cinematography: In reality, the monarch would be the last one entering a meeting after everyone else has arrived, but having Simon arrive like this makes it look more like he's entering a court of justice or some kind of disciplinary meeting. It's of course not a coincidence that the royal family represented by Jan-Olof is all on one side of the table, while everyone who has been causing them problems is on the other side.

Subtext: Jan-Olof is trying to minimize the video, by using "so-called", and by calling it an intimate video and not a porn video. However, for something to fall under the definition of "revenge porn", it's enough to depict people in an intimate situation, it doesn't have to meet the much higher threshold for when it's considered actual pornography, so he's at least admitting that it was an illegal video.

Culture: Nordiska Motståndsrörelsen is unfortunately a real organization of actual neo-nazi white supremacists in Sweden, with offshoots in neighbouring countries.

Lost in translation: The subtitles are struggling here, it's "piss person" in one, and "shitty person" in the other. The former is literally what they're saying in Swedish, but the latter is probably the better expression in English.

Also, we've been told that August's stepdad, Rickard, is one of Sweden's best lawyers. What that means is that he is probably a well-known criminal defence lawyer, and has probably been handling the defence in high-profile cases, and if you're defending obviously guilty criminals, you tend to get a lot of shit from the media and people in general, even though what you're doing is necessary for a fair justice system. This sounds like his way of dealing with that.

Culture: It's a pet peeve of mine that no-one seems to know that the name of the Swedish currency in English is kronor, not crowns. Simon is getting 1.2 million kronor, which amounts to about 105,000€ or $115,000.

Subtext: Linda isn't wrong, they're being strong-armed here. They have some sort of legal counsel, and they wouldn't have to pay any trial costs even if they don't win, but they can't afford to match the resources that August's stepdad can bring, and might get nothing in the end.

Culture: We don't know what Årnäs looks like or how large the estate is, but a quick check shows that you can buy a typical manor house and some farmland in Sweden for tens of millions of kronor. However, the amount of land that some of the other guys were boasting about at the Society party in season 1 would be worth several hundreds of millions of kronor, so it's unlikely that Årnäs is as large as that, because August would have a lot more options if his total net worth was in that ballpark.

Culture: Realistically, Simon isn't wrong. Even if August was convicted on all points, he wouldn't be sentenced harshly because of his age, because he's a first-time offender, and because it's a non-violent crime. He would most likely just be fined a large amount of money and ordered to pay damages, so settling isn't that bad.

Cinematography: The low winter sun creates some lovely golden light, so we know we're in for some sweet love between the boys. Another detail is the difference in how they're dressed and how they're carrying themselves. Wilhelm is tall and proud, he's at home, he's in a suit, he's sure of himself, while Simon is the guest, the intruder, and is almost shrinking away in his oversized purple shirt and jeans. Yes, yes, colour theory, I know.

Subtext: A nice little flashback to season 1 when Wilhelm said the same thing when he visited Simon's place.

Lost in translation: Simon is actually saying "Var det såhär i din dröm?" - "Was it like this in your dream?", which is a reference to the rather steamy dream Wilhelm had at the start of season 2, when he was lying in this exact bed.

Subtext: Absolutely no-one is fooled, everyone knows our two idiot boys were sucking each other's face a minute ago.

Subtext: Both Linda and the Queen are hearing about their sons' awful behaviour for the first time at this meeting. Linda had no idea Simon had been dealing drugs, and Kristina had no idea Wilhelm threatened August with a gun.

Culture: I have no idea here. There's no real-world example for this in Sweden, you can't put someone into the line of succession by giving them a title. The show is just hand-waving this. Alright. Ok. Fine.

Culture: All adults in the line of succession can be called upon to be acting Head of State, if the monarch is indisposed or on vacation or something. This means that once Wilhelm is 18, he would occasionally have to step in and do the job, even though he's not king yet. If there are no royals available for this, the duty falls to the speaker of the house, Riksdagens Talman.

Cinematography: We're returning to Hillerska after the episode intro at the royal palace, so we're treated to a little montage of what those gosh darn rich kids have been up to in the meanwhile, so here's a horse to remind us that some of them are still riding! This is the only horse we'll be seeing this season, because the show really isn't about Rousseau after all.

Subtext: Madison is doing Tarot, and she's got Three of Wands reversed and Four of Wands reversed. The first one represents obstacles and lack of progress, and the second one represents home conflict, instability, and lack of support. A bit on the nose, don't you think?

Subtext: It's true, but the show is also calling out itself for the somewhat inconsistent weather we've been seeing due to actual shooting schedules.

Culture: Graduating gymnasiet in Sweden has a bunch of elements that are the same pretty much across the country, and then there are regional differences and individual school differences. I recognize only a few of the things Fredrika rattles off, but it makes sense that a place like Hillerska has a ton of traditions.

Subtext: All the girls have noticed that Felice isn't doing too great, but Madison appears to be the only one that actually cares. Fredrika still hasn't stopped talking about all the crap the third-years are gonna do, because that's apparently more exciting. However, the trucks she's talking about are pretty common, this is what we in Sweden call a Studentflak.

@hanna-kin wrote a long post on Swedish graduation traditions, and I reblogged and added some stuff here: https://www.tumblr.com/skamenglishsubs/684659770007961600/its-that-time-of-the-year-again-and-if-season-2

Culture: It seems Minou isn't the head of PR for the royal court anymore, this is Farima, and we've actually seen her all the way back in season 1 when she was instructing Wilhelm to smile more in the photographs. Either way, it seems like she's got a promotion, and she's probably not wrong in her assessment. A bunch of old farts would balk at the idea of the monarch being in a same-sex relationship, but a lot of others would see it is proof that the monarchy can change with the times. There were quite a lot of fans in Team Monarchy after all. 👑🌈

Lost in translation: Linda actually says "Du har utegångsförbud", which means curfew. Grounding kids isn't really a thing in Sweden, to us it's some kind of weird thing that only happens in American teen shows, along with detention. What the fuck even is that?

Subtext: Unlike in season 1, Simon now consistently speaks Swedish at home to his mom, further showing us how distant he is from her, and from himself to some extent.

Lost in translation: Linda actually calls Sara a "hemmasittare", which is a Swedish term used for kids who simply refuse to attend school, typically for mental health reasons. What to do about the problem is a hotly debated political issue, and let's leave it at that.

Subtext: This is how the culture of secrecy and solidarity against outsiders work at schools like this. Everyone is abused, everyone participates in abusing younger students, and everyone is told to shut up about it. Every house guards their "secret" initiations to outsiders, to foster loyalty to each other, to your house, and to the school. It's cult behaviour 101.

Cinematography: The show does it's usual trick with the sound design where all outside noise disappears as Simon and Wilhelm retreat into their little bubble, but there are still people in the frame this time, even though we can't hear them, because this time they're snogging in public. Oh, and everyone needs to update their colour theory, new colours dropped, pink and orange, what does it all mean??!?

Blink and you miss it: The list of activities for the point hunt includes:

Tattoo "Hillerska 4-life" on your arm.

Take a selfie at the back of a police car.

Give someone a buzz cut.

Dance the balloon dance in public.

Sext a teacher.

Get a piercing somewhere.

Blink and you miss it: I love Vincent so much, he's just the worst. Oh, and it looks like he's wearing a $2000 Valentino sweater, but I'm not 100% certain.

Subtext: Neither Ayub nor Rosh agrees with Simon when he says he's gonna reply to idiots online, but unfortunately they're not telling him off, because that would lead to less drama in the season.

Blink and you miss it: Ayub and Rosh are talking about going on a hike to Talludden with their school, Marieberg, which is why we're gonna encounter them out in the woods in the next episode. Spoiler alert!

Subtext: Wilhelm puts up the first stanza of a poem by Karin Boye called The Shield Maiden. In English, the poem goes: I dreamed about swords last night. I dreamed about battle last night. I dreamed I fought by your side armoured and strong, last night.

Blink and you miss it: Wilhelm's desk has a ton of stuff, but he's also kept the broken frog prince snowglobe, and he's still got Erik's lighter and cigarette case from season 2.

Lost in translation: The comment in Swedish uses the word "bögar", which isn't quite as offensive as "fags". However, it's more offensive than "gays", so I understand why the subtitles went with this choice. It's one of those words that is offensive or not depending on context, and it's certainly offensive in this one.

Subtext: The soundtrack is on point as usual, highlighting the animosity between Wilhelm and August.

Blink and you miss it: Someone ordered a Horse Girl Desk™ from the props department, and they sure delivered all the horsey things! The book is the Swedish edition of Not on a White Horse by Nancy Springer:

From the day twelve-year-old Rhiannon spots a lost white Arabian gelding in the woods near her small Pennsylvania mining town, her life finds a focus as she learns to deal with family problems and decides the direction her life will take.

As you do.

Subtext: As a throwback to season 1, this time it's Sara's turn to make a surprise visit at their dad's. He is surprised and starts cleaning up his place, but he seems to be in better shape than when Simon originally turned up. His place is just messy, there are no signs of drinking and smoking unlike last time we saw him.

Culture: Who goes to New York to suntan? No-one sane, but sun-starved Scandinavians get a bit of cabin fever after a long dark winter.

Culture: Fake IDs aren't really a thing in Sweden, you're allowed to legally drink at 18, and underage kids are much more likely to have an older friend or sibling or alcoholic parent buy them some booze for a private party instead. Sure, they exist, but equipping your friend group with a bunch of fake IDs to go clubbing is not how it's done.

Subtext: Simon drew a heart on Wilhelm's hand and suggested he get that as a tattoo. Wilhelm objected because he's "not allowed to" as a royal, but here he is, redrawing it on himself, almost as if he's toying with the thought, defying the rules.

Subtext: Simon doesn't know anything about the initiations since he's a lowly external student, and even though they're boyfriends, Wilhelm automatically tries to play it down. He knows it's true though, he doesn't question that, he just doesn't want Simon to know about it because it's humiliating to talk about it.

Cinematography: A++ Main Villain Entry Walk.

Culture: The Swedish Schools Inspectorate is a very real government agency that has the very real power to shut down schools that are mismanaged in any way, either academically, or socially.

Culture: Just a quick reminder that every single third-year student is 18 or 19 years old at this point in time, and therefore they are legal adults, which means the school has less authority over them. However, since it's a boarding school, they can enact and enforce regulations for boarders, and kick them out from their houses if they disobey the rules, which effectively kicks them out of the school while technically not doing that.

Cinematography: I love the camera angle here where we just about see Vincent giving Wilhelm the evil eye for indirectly causing this.

As a closing note, this season felt a lot less subtexty to me, compared to previous seasons. On the other hand, a recurring theme now is the airing of secrets, of exposing the systems that create toxic environments like this, so in line with the theme, a lot of characters are voicing things that were left unsaid in previous seasons.

[thunder-opossum]

Thoughts on snowfall wof

Snowfall? You mean the Snowfall, main protagonist from my favorite book in the series, queen SNOWFALL?!??

Yeah I love this lesbian. Her POV was really interesting to read from, a new queen having to deal with the fallout of the reawakening of the Darkstalker? That's some good stuff right there. We even get a whole character arc showing her progression towards becoming a better dragon. I really like the scenes where she meets up with the other queens, it's so sweet.

She's a character I both rooted for and against, which kept me on the edge of my seat. I really need to reread the dangerous gift in particular rrrrr

So i'd say she's one of my favorite characters? Some arc two characters are competing with her bc of screen time and a few more factors. Thanks for asking about wof, Churro, it makes me really happy- even if I don't remember everything about wof.

[spidrzfall]

I'm Not Her. Part 2 ( bad ending ) ⤑ Peter Parker.

WELCOME TO PART TWO the bad ending ! The end of the story for "I'm not her!" Enjoy you guys, I actually think that I might have cooked with this one, but I could be wrong anyways. Love you guys, xoxo - A.

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♧ warnings: mentions of cheating, swearing ! ♧

NOTES : Gwen isn’t dead in this universe, her and Peter only had a fallout !

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It had been a week since the fight with (M/N), Peter couldn’t wrap his head around the fact it even happened in the first place, a part of him feeling guilt, guilt for hurting someone he’s meant to care about deeply. How’d it get this bad, how did Peter let it get this bad he didn’t have time to ponder on who or what, he just knew he needed a distraction. His mind couldn’t linger on the guilt forever and by the looks of it (M/N) wasn’t going to talk to Peter any sooner. As Peter threw on his winter coat, his blue and white striped scarf, and his cyan colored beanie, walking down his apartment's stairs to the main lobby before being engulfed by New York City’s winter air, the coldness hitting his face as his cheeks coated red. 

(M/N) didn’t know what to think. He only sat with himself wondering how Peter could say those things to him, maybe it was a slip up like Peter had claimed and even if it was, it just wasn’t okay. It didn’t exclude the fact (M/N) felt like it wasn't worth anything to Peter. He felt useless and scared. Scared of what was to come in the future from their fight; Would it even help if they reconciled? Was it going to make a difference in their relationship going forward? (M/N) didn’t want to ponder on the future, he knew if he did it would only make him go crazy.

Peter walked through the snowy streets, somewhat blinded by the snowfall but didn’t pay any mind to it as he kept walking eventually wandering into a small grocery store nearby being reminded he needed some groceries anyways. Skimming through the isles his mind made up a list along the way as he would prop each thing he needed into the handheld grocery basket. His mind cleared as he tried to recall each thing he didn’t have at home keeping in mind his budget, afterall The Bugle only pays him a few bucks for his photos.

(M/N) knew he wanted to forgive Peter, he couldn’t stay mad at him forever. As much as Peter did hurt him he still loved the man. They had a prominent future ahead of them and afterall every couple has their fights - given not all fights are because one of you can’t get over your ex - but regardless he wanted to talk to his boyfriend. Feeling like he couldn’t smile if it wasn’t smiling with Peter, Feeling a chunk of his heart missing from his chest with how much he missed the brunette. That longing he felt to be back with him, to mend what was broken. (M/N) knew what to do, bake. He needed to bake those chocolate chip cookies he would make for Peter during the wintertime, which Peter claimed to absolutely love.

Peter propped the small carton of milk into his basket as he walked further into the store. His shoulder bumping into somebody as his eyes made their way to the person as a quick apology slipped his lips. His own brown eyes making contact with the same blue eyes he had once fell in love with, Gwen. Peter stared at her as he felt his chest hurt, that similar spike in it becoming noticeable, she was the first to speak “Peter, Hey. It’s been a while, It’s so funny running into you here.” Peter's mouth went dry, it had been so long hearing her voice not knowing how to reply as he only admired her until he snapped out of it replying back to her “Yes, oh my goodness. Hey, yeah it has been a minute. How are you doing?” Peter faced her as his imaginary list of groceries left his mind the minute he heard her laugh. “I’ve been doing okay, well better since when we broke up, and really learned to manage myself a lot more. How about you? How has life been treating you, I'm sure you’ve found someone by now. It's been like 4 years now hasn’t it?” Gwen spoke her voice silk in Peter’s ears.

“Somebody?...oh uhm…” Peter hesitated as his mind ran an autopilot for a bit “no. I don’t have anybody” Peter spoke, lies spilling from his lips leaving a sour taste in them. Technically speaking in a sense he and (M/N) were on a break or at least that's what Peter told himself to ease himself of the guilt. “Really? Here I thought somebody already had you as theirs” Gwen replied as she took in note of the fact Peter wasn’t in a relationship ignoring the hesitation when he said it. “Don’t worry I don’t have anybody yet, either” – “Really?” – “I don’t think I could find anyone as amazing as you.” 

That made Peter pause, his cheeks coating a slight pink color as he chuckled, “I could say the same…” Peter replied, his morals out the window as he said it. Gwen’s smile became more noticeable as her cheeks flushed “Snow’s falling down rough, you know, my house is a bit of a walk from here, If I recall you still live in the area right? If It would be fine with you, maybe we could walk, maybe talk a while whilst the snow clears?” Gwen spoke sheepishly as she shifted her weight from one leg to another. “I think I’d love that a lot.” Peter replied quickly as he gave her a reassuring smile.

(M/N) had finally finished, his house warm and smelling of chocolate and vanilla as the cool breeze occasionally made its way into his decorated apartment. Taking the batch of cookies out of the oven as he smiled widely, they were perfect, setting them down on the marble counter of his kitchen before walking to the stove to check on the hot chocolate, a warm smile on his face. Grabbing a metal thermo and putting the warm hot chocolate into it, his heart warming up in the process, his mind running with the possibilities of how the interaction would go. Grabbing the batch of cookies, biting into one as he put the rest of them into a small purple cloth before gently placing them into a goodie bag. Taking his apron off and folding it before rushing to his bedroom to get changed. 

Being all bundled up and cozy as he took the elevator down to the main lobby, a smile on his face as he looked at his hands, the thermo and the bag of cookies in them as he walked with a spark, with a meaning, with love and excitement. Making his way to Peter’s apartment, remembering to bring the copy of the keys Peter got him. Seeing the brown colored building in view as he sped-walked entering the inside of the building’s main lobby, shaking off the snow as he walked up the stairs to the 5th floor. Exhausted as he walked up each stair until reaching the top as he rubbed off the exhaustion as he went to the familiar door; E8. 

(M/N) took a deep breath. He just needed to go in, give Peter the cookies and that was it. As he slowly inputs the key into the lock and slowly pushes the door open.

There was momentarily silence in the apartment as (M/N)’s eyes landed onto Peter's living room couch, his mouth slightly agape, his eyes stinging with threats of tears surrounding him. His hands became weak as he dropped the thermo and bag of cookies, causing Peter to snap and Gwen’s head as well. It wasn’t a sight to see with Gwen on Peter’s lap as they kissed, Peter paused for a moment, as his eyes landed on (M/N)...his (M/N).

“(M/N)...”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had a guest over. I think I should go, I made you cookies and some hot chocolate, maybe you should share it with your girlfriend”

“(M/N) wait–”

It was too late, (M/N) only picked up the thermo and the bag as he put them down on Peter’s counter before hurrying out the apartment. Peter slipped an apology to Gwen as he made his way out the apartment making a beeline to (M/N) as he yelled out to him “(M/N)! Wait please! Let me explain, I know it looked bad but it was a spur of the mome-” – “Oh just like the spur of the moment at the restaurant! I can’t believe I wanted to forgive you!” – “(M/N) please, I didn’t think It would happen!” Peter pleaded as he walked down the stairs following the other. “Didn't know! Peter she’s your ex, you don’t bring your ex home unless you have intentions to sleep with them…Did you even tell her about us? About…me” (M/N)’s voice cracked as he stared at the once doe eyes he once loved.

Peter stood there with guilt as he lowered his head, knowing better than to lie to him. As he stood there on the top of the stairs, his boyfriend only a few steps below him who was standing there looking at him through tearful eyes. How he hated seeing him cry, hated it even more when he knew he was the reason he was crying. “I made you those stupid cookies you loved, Jerk. Fuck! I put my whole love into them Peter! I came here hoping we could work it out because I-” his voice cracked as he took a deep breath “I love- Loved. I loved you.” – “loved…?” 

Past tense. Somehow that wounded Peter even more as his own eyes teared up as he let them slowly run off his cheeks. Staring at his ex-boyfriend through tearful eyes, seeing him leave, Peter stood there momentarily before going back upstairs as he walked in, seeing Gwen with the bag of cookies - which were partially broken - on her lap as he sat next to her, his heart empty. “Everything okay?” Gwen asked as she handed him a half broken cookie as she put one in her mouth. “Yeah…everything is fine” Peter whispered as he took the cookie and took a bite out of them. “These are literally delicious, theyre so sweet” Gwen commented 

But how could it taste sweet? They were sour…after all they were only sweet when Peter ate them around (M/N), but like broken cookies come broken hearts.

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[starrydixon]

Winter Serenity

Era: Pre-Prison Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Pronouns: She/Her Word Count: 2k Warnings: grief, description of losing a loved one, mild angst, but mostly comfort-fluff!

Summary: After the farm fell and you had lost your sibling during the fallout, Daryl helps you through your grief one winter morning by a creek in the woods. 

A/N: Hello! So, if you feel like you are seeing this fic again, you are not crazy! I had previously posted this fic on my old blog, but want to move it here on my new one so all my works are in one place! Plus, I love this one a lot and just want an excuse to bring it back. Please enjoy!! (ps- I found this gif on Pinterest, so it’s NOT mine! Credit goes to owner!!)

The morning sun rays shone down through the barren tree branches, causing the three day old snow fall that covered the forest floor to glisten, almost as if someone had dumped buckets of glitter onto the ice. The snow crunched under your snow boots that seemed one-size too small while puffs of air fanned out in front of your face with each breath you took. You had found yourself needing some space away from your group, as the stress of living on the road and the endless thoughts that raced through your head was becoming too overwhelming. You hoped that an early morning walk in the woods would help clear your head.

Ever since the farm fell three months ago, living on the road hadn’t been the easiest, especially now that winter had arrived. Before the first snowfall, Rick had warned everyone that he presumed it wouldn’t be an easy winter this season, and he wasn’t wrong. One week later, a snow storm that spanned over two days delivered almost 10 inches of snow. This caused your group to have to take shelter in a nearby barn that, by some miracle, wasn’t infested with walkers.

If having to deal with the winter snow and relearning how to live on the road without the security of food, water, or protection wasn’t enough, you were also dealing with the loss of your sibling. The fall of the barn was chaotic and fast as the herd of walkers broke past the fence and swept through the Greene’s family land, taking over and claiming the space as theirs. You had spent the majority of the time stuck with Rick and Carl, since you caught the young boy trying to sneak out of the farm house to find his father and refused to let him go out in the dark alone.

You had found yourself searching for your sibling's face as everyone began to regroup at the highway. As the Greene family and the Grimes’ reunited, and Daryl and Carol got off of the motorcycle together, your heart sank when your sibling was nowhere to be seen. In a panic, you asked the group if anyone had seen your sibling during the fallout, either escaping in a different direction or being taken by walkers. You hated to even think of the fact that your sibling could have been torn to bits by the mindless, flesh-eating corpses, but you preferred to want to know and have closure than be left wondering if your sibling was still out there somewhere, either alive or turned as a walker.

Unfortunately, it turned out it was the latter, as no one had spotted your sibling during the fall. Against your better judgment, you were adamant on going back to the Greene’s farm and searching for your sibling; Daryl had even offered to take you there on his bike. Rick and the others deemed it a bad idea, as the farm was still dangerously overrun with walkers and they were running low on fuel. After much argument, a compromise was made and the group agreed to stay on the highway for another thirty minutes so you could wait to see if your sibling showed up. This time also allowed the group to strategize on what to do next. To no avail, you tearfully left a note and a map for your sibling to follow if they did end up showing up on the highway before reluctantly leaving the site with the group.

Sighing, you stopped walking through the barren woods and lifted your chin up to the sky. Letting your eyes flutter shut, the warm sun rays hit your cold face, warming up the tip of your nose and the apples of your cheeks. The only sounds that filled the woods were the chirping of birds and the trickling of water that cascaded down a nearby creek (that surprisingly hadn’t frozen over yet). Opening your eyes and blinking away the brightness, you found yourself gravitating towards the creek in curiosity.

A gentle stream of water flowed over small rocks and sticks that sat in the shallow creek. Spotting a large oak tree that was barren of leaves on its branches resigning beside the creek, you sat down on the snow covered ground and leaned your back against the sturdy trunk. Bringing your jean-clad legs up to your chest, you placed your arms on your knees and watched the water current flow down the creek.

Despite all of the bad that infected the world you were currently living in, this small space in the woods was nothing but peaceful. For a quick moment, you had forgotten that the woods you were currently sitting in had walkers roaming in it, or that the weight of sorrow that sat heavily on your chest was due to the disappearance of your sibling.

That moment of peace was short-lived due to the sudden sound of a twig snapping in half coming from somewhere behind you.

Quickly pulling out the hunting knife from the sheath you kept on your hip, you twisted your body around and was ready to jump to your feet to face the possible threat, but stopped when you noticed Daryl Dixon standing a few feet away from you with his trusted crossbow thrown over one of his shoulders and his red poncho protecting him from the cold winter air.

“Are you trying to give me a heart-attack?” You asked the archer before slumping back against the tree trunk, letting out a puff of air you hadn’t realized you were holding.

“Just makin’ sure your instincts are still sharp.” Daryl shrugged his shoulders loosely before carefully approaching you, unsure if you wanted his presence or not. When you didn’t give any indication that you found his company unwanted, Daryl took his crossbow off his shoulder and set it down against the tree before sitting beside you.

“Why are you really here?” You inquired while turning your head to face Daryl, who had one leg pulled up to his chest while his elbow rested on his knee. In response, Daryl just shrugged his shoulders. Rolling your eyes, you nudged his arm with your elbow, silently urging him to answer.

“Just wanted to make sure you're alright.” Daryl mumbled reluctantly while ducking his head, avoiding your kind eyes.

Nodding your head in acknowledgement, you didn’t extend the conversation further, not wanting to make Daryl even more uncomfortable then he already was. Besides, you didn’t really need any other explanation; you knew that he and the others in the group were worried about how you were handling your grief.

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a while, looking out and appreciating the winter landscape that was laid out in front of you. The scenery looked picturesque, almost as if it was a still for a painting. It had everything needed for a perfect picture: an abundance of barren trees whose branches had a light layer of snow coating over the wood, a creek that streamed directly down the middle of the forest, and the glow of the morning sun that illuminated off of the snow covered ground.

Being in the woods during winter made you think of all the winter days you’d spend with your sibling, running through the woods in your backyard and throwing snowballs at each other, or chasing each other with icicles you had snapped off of the porch railings. This memory caused that wave of grief to come crashing over you again, drowning you in an abundance of sadness, denial, anger, and guilt.

“You think they’re out there somewhere? Still alive?” You whispered into the still air before nervously chewing on your lower lip. Daryl stayed silent for a few moments as he pondered over his thoughts.

“M’not sure…don’t know if being out here in this weather alone gives ‘em much of a chance, but they could be.” Daryl replied honestly, not wanting to sugar-coat his opinion like the others in the group have been doing.

Nodding your head, you processed Daryl’s response. You hated the reality of his words, but you couldn’t help but appreciate his truthfulness. After a few more moments of silence fell between the two of you, you turned your head to look at Daryl once again. “Do you think about your brother being out here in this winter, presumably alone with a stump of an arm that probably hasn't healed properly?” You asked cautiously, attentive to Daryl’s sensitivity about the subject of his brother Merle.

“I try not to…but he's one tough sumbitch. Growin’ up we had to survive tons of winters like these.” Daryl admitted before casting you an almost shy look, not used to being so open to someone before. “They both are…tough sumbitches.” Daryl quickly added before ducking his head and gaze away from you.

“Yeah…you’re not wrong.” You felt the corner of your mouth quirk upwards momentarily as Daryl and you fell in a comfortable silence again.

Instinctually, you found yourself leaning your head against Daryl’s shoulder as the sounds of the creek’s running water was the only sound that filled the silence. For a few moments, Daryl’s body had gone rigged due to the feeling of your head resting against his shoulder. You were worried you had crossed a line, and that the closed-off archer would push you away, but you were relieved when you felt Daryl's body slowly relax against your touch.

Oblivious to you, as your attention was primarily focused on the serenity of the woods, a deer and its fawn had silently emerged from the treeline on the other side of the forest, intent on drinking some of the crisp water that flowed down the creek. Noticing that you hadn’t yet seen the deers, Daryl gently shook the shoulder that you were currently resting your head on to get your attention. Fearing that the archer had changed his mind about having you leaning on him, you began to remove your head away from him, but stopped when Daryl pointed his finger towards the deer.

Pausing to take in the sight of the wildlife, a ghost of a smile began to form on your lips as the deer and it’s fawn drank from the creek; their long necks craned downwards while their small white tails fluttered from side to side, indicating that they felt non-threatened by the human presence that sat on the opposite side of the creek. Relaxing back against Daryl’s shoulder, the two of you observed the deer from afar.

“I’m surprised you haven’t grabbed your bow and taken a shot yet.” You whispered towards Daryl while shooting him a playful smirk. Rolling his eyes, Daryl shook his head and readjusted his back against the tree trunk.

“Ain’t a monster, Y/N. Not gonna make that little one a bambi.” Daryl defended himself as he watched the fawn duck under its mother’s belly, seeking warmth and protection from the cold air.

“Aww, Daryl Dixon does have a heart after all.” You teased in a hushed tone, fearful that if you spoke any louder, you’d scare off the wildlife. Scoffing, Daryl lightly shoved you with his shoulder.

“Stop.” Daryl grumbled to you just as the deer and the fawn began to retreat back into the treeline as they had their fill of hydration.

Before completely disappearing from view, the mother deer looked back and stared directly at you and Daryl, one of its ears twitching backwards. You liked to think the deer was thanking you (more directly Daryl) for not harming her or her fawn and letting them roam the forest in peace.

“We should head back and warm up by the fire at camp…it's gettin’ cold.” Daryl advised once the deer had disappeared from behind the treeline.

“Just five more minutes?” You asked while staring up at the archer with gentle eyes. Glancing down at you, Daryl couldn’t find it in him to say no.

“Fine…five minutes.” Daryl agreed as he relaxed against the tree trunk once again. Grinning, you readjusted your head on Daryl’s shoulder until you got comfortable.

With Daryl by your side in the small section of the woods, where no walkers threatened your survival, at the spot under the oak tree where there was water cascading down a creek, it was easy to momentarily forget about the crushing weight of grief that you carried with you and get lost in the winter serenity.

[gravityglitch-blog]

Of all the social media platforms out there, this is the one where you can shout silly thoughts into the void, right? I hope so.

When working on my drawing of Feral N, especially on his claws, I started thinking about the movie "Edward Scissorhands", and my mind ended up adapting a few scenes.

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N levels up his art skills, graduating from crayon drawings to ice carving. Copper Nine is soon a sculpture garden, each piece a landmark in the blank frozen landscape. As a surprise for Uzi, he makes a winged sculpture of her, but he doesn't give it Solver wings. He gives it angel wings. Because that's how he sees her.

The edgy sarcasm Uzi has always relied upon as her shield lowers the moment she sees it. She laughs with real joy and dances in the snowfall made by N's artwork, because for once the snow is a beautiful thing, not a product of storms or fallout.

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After a battle where Uzi was in danger, N went into full Disassembly Drone mode to protect her. He knows she's more than capable of handling things, but he can't help it.

It's Uzi. He can't have anything hurting her. When it's all over and he starts coming back to himself, he's horrified. He promised that he would never get like this again. Seeing his anguished expression, Uzi rushes into his arms, never mind his claws. She holds him tight.

She is not afraid.

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In a different moment, a different battle further down the line, Uzi wraps him in her arms and whispers the words she's been holding back all this time.

"I love you."

Those words tear through N like a shock wave. How long he's wanted to hear them. And now all he can do is shut his eyes and hold her tighter. Their story is drawing to a close, they can both feel it. Is it foolish to still wish for a happy ending?

[angelmichelangelo]

From the prompt list: #89 for Marc x Layla, pretty please?

“I never stopped loving you. Not for a second.” 

Hands tremble, the paper beneath them crumples under the pressing weight of his thumb. There is his name, the only one that she knows of, smeared in wet ink dipped over and under the dotted line, a stark blue against the black print.

There is the envelope set across him, the pen that he'd used to scrawl his signature. The heavy press of his heart against the inside of his chest. It feels so final, seeing the block letters across the top.

'DIVORCE AGREEMENT'

The rest of the document that requires his involvement remains blank and waiting. His hand hovers for a moment, the muscles beneath his skin aches to reach for the pen and scratch across his name, tear through it and pretend like it perhaps never existed.

He doesn't grab the pen. He doesn't rip the sheet of paper into tiny little shreds and scatter them like snowfall into his waste paper basket.

He folds the paper in thirds, the blunt end of his nail creating a sharp edge and he slips the paper into the awaiting envelope, brown and foreboding, he doesn't seal it quite yet. There's another letter, the lettering and penmanship a little wonky and hasty and he tries to drag his gaze across it but he's repelled by his own scribbled out words, like a sense of second hand embarrassment, each desperate word drips with the copious amounts of alcohol he'd consumed before he'd written it out. It's addressed to her, like some pleading, pathetic attempt to beg for her forgiveness, as well as a ramble of incoherent thoughts, all self absorbed and not at all responsible. He blames her, then blames himself. Blames his mother. Blames the damn world and then tells her, the words barely visible, ink running wet with old, dried tears, 'I never stopped loving you. Not for a second.'

His gut churns, clenching around nothing, he hasn't eaten, hasn't so much as cared at all for himself in these last few days, body cannibalising himself, he's happy for it to happen until there's nothing left. He reaches for the letter, a dry sob heaves through him, and his fist closes around it, paper curling under his grasp, he screws it into a ball until the edges soften and it's nothing, no longer a piece of him, just trash.

He closes the envelope without the added extra. Just the required documents, the ball is essentially in her park now; whether she decides to fill it out on her own accord that was her decision.

He scribbles her name and address across the front. He stares blankly at it, like if he does, something might happen, a shift somewhere in his brain, pulling him back from these frayed edges and stopping him from doing what he knew was wrong. But he just slips the envelope into his bag and sighs. He has to run into town for some errands, he can drop by the post office on his way. Nothing changes, nothing shifts. He sends the papers on their way, like dropping a bomb from a height, and waits patiently for the fallout that follows.

[odukora-lore]

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✧ OC MASTERLIST ✧

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Genesis Era

The Goddesses

✧ Revontulet

❀ Borealis

Before the Fall

🕯️ Lightcatcher

💎 Elouise

Rulers of Cloud Cliffs

🌧️ Lufiere Hyetal Seraph

⚡ Raiko "Kaori" Fragor

Royal Assistants

-Halo

-Murk

The Guardian Guild

🪐 Airiwn Fylios

🏔️ Kimoru Serenity

☕ Dusleth Nocturne

🍰 Rurene Pekoe

💐 Meraki Amaranth

🍄 Kahdeina Luster

Former Keepers of the Empyrean

-Azimuth/Aerolite (Marzipan)

-Cliff (Zingiber)

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Medieval Era

[Swan Feather]

🌨️ Heron Solstice

🗡️ Dulcet Plumehart / 🍊 Tangelo "Tangerine" Yuzu

-Lychee Kasturi

-Gyoza Enoki

-Jay Warren

-Cayenne Cassia

-Marimo

-Falene Sonnet

-Anise Azolla

-Pomelo Yuzu

-Hyacinth

-Bonsai

The Last Monarchs

🌕 Gandoline Lunaris

🦋 Mariposa Solstice

Ancestors of Elwood

-Rogue

-Aurrea

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War Era

[Sundowner]

-Budgie

-Enoki

-Lentil

-Puddles

-Daffodil

-Carvin

-Keybolt

-Pretzel

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Modern Era

[The Eternal: Fallout]

🌻 Helio Gaharu

🌷 Jingle Tinsel

🪶 Truffle Elnath

🌙 Sereina Skyscape

🍀 Clover Rowan

🌿 Lyrin Tinsel

🌲 Juniper Penzai

☄️ Pepper Flint

🌼 Mallow Cassia

🌟 Orion “Rigel” Skyscape

🪵 Oak Elwood

🍃 Birch Elwood

🔮 Etamyal / 🕯️ Atcher Lucerne

💫 Asteria Polaris/ 🪷 Eureka Elnath

👑 Eridani/Cygnus Polaris

🧊 Conifer Penzai

🍁 Maple Elwood

🍂 Red Elwood

🌳 Cedar Elwood

🍯 Chamomile Cassia

-Harper Tinsel

-Marmalade

-Crimson

Team Pets

🍬 Toffee

🥖 Churro

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[Paradigm of Empyrean]

☁️ Cinnamon Swirl

🪴 Bramble Carver

🌖 Nyxium Lunaris

🗻 Aaron Reneirre

🔖 Reese Dominique

🌀 Zephyr Whirlwind

🌸 Whisper Himiko/Lullaby Larkspur

🌋 Topaz “Shade” Reneirre

🌒 Mythical Lunaris

🌾 Peachi Fernweh

📜 Aspen Elwood

🌹 Ashling Crimson/Hawthorn Oblivion

🌱 Aichi Fylios Serenity

🌺 Amber Reneirre

🪨 Slate Brickedge

🪽 Feather Brooke

🍒 Cherry Parfait

Team Pets

🖍️ Crayon

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[Where Time Meets Destiny]

🫐 Sparklyn Neptune Dreams

🍪 Koru Choco Pudding

🍈 Honeydew Droplet Springs

☀️ Horizon Dusk Skies

🧁 Macaroon Chiffon Cake

❄️ Winter Southwest Snow

🍮 Caramel Flairne Ryunashi

🌰 Gingersnap Ralfie Breeze

-Ace

-Carrots

-Snowball

-Snowdrop

-Shamrock

-Slither

-Marigold Dawn Skies

-Daisy Dawn Skies

-Simnel Chiffon

-Suzette

-Madeira

-Archer

-Estrella "Star"

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[Cupid's Serenade]

🎀 Angie "Cupid"

🎵 Azalea "Siren"

-Whitney

-Erina

-Berry

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[Cabbage Peak]

-Zest

-Basil

-Mace

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[Weather Headquarters]

-Snowfall

-Sunshine

-Raindrop

-Windbreeze

-Cloudskies

-Thunderstorm

-Lightstrike

-Moondust

-Aeris

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Future Era

[The Sun is a Star]

🫧 Marble Meredith

✨ Skylar Altair

-Soleil Altair

🚀 Cirrus

⚙️ Periwinkle "Vinca"

-Crocus

[Tales of Iridescence]

🫐 Sparklyn Neptune

☘️ Arctic "Bonbon" Marlowe

🐾 Gale Luscinia

🍨 Vanilla Sundae

🌑 Shadow Lune

- Wisp “Auster” Chronos

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[ Misc ]

Liru's Explorers of the East

-Drake Verano

-Matthew Agaros

-Nemui Kou

-Heather Aki

-Gray Brickedge

-Solar Bituin

-Thunder Raiden

-Faye Miyako

-Elaine Trinidad

-Echo Chronos

-Lukas Eunil

-Celine Meowth

-Katsuri

-Bluebell

The Youngsters

-Tirami Tinsel

-Jayde Penzai

-Parsley Flint

-Dahlia Gaharu

-Autumn Skyscape Elwood

-Melody

-Creampuff

-Crystal

-Beatrice

-Hope Miraclella

-Fauna Lavendery

-Meadow Juniper

-Dreamy Cottontail

-Penelope Blossom

-Amber Crystalline

[zonerobotnik]

Could I tell you something interesting about ghosts?

I read a bit about that kind of stuff and historical terms about it.

Agrippa von Nettesheim, a famous philosopher, theologian and alchemist differed between two kinds of of necromancy.

He called the classical necromancy, raising a dead body by forcing the spirit back into it, Nekymantie, which in English could be called nekymancy, thought I haven't found anything with that word.

The second kind is Skyomantie, sciomancy, the summoning of a dead soul without body or shade. This is what the with of Endor did with Samuel or Odysseus with Teiresias.

And Paracelsus named five things that can be done by necromancers using spirits.

Cognitio mortalium spirituum: Revelation by dead spirits, finding out unknown things by making ghosts spy on people.

Tortura noctis: Essentially a poltergeist kind of thing, sending a ghosts to torment someone.

Meteorica vivens: Changing temperature and causing weather, even creating rain and snowfall in closed rooms like Doctor Faust.

Clausura nigromantica: This is rather interesting, especially the way it's described. To insert a solid object into another solid object without harming either, the same way you can put your hand in water without leaving a hole. Witches were often accused of doing this, placing needles, shards or hair inside people's bodies without leaving a scar.

Obcoecatio nigromantica: Making yourself, other people or objects turn invisible.

But it seems to be always discouraged since this always involves an element of force or a violation and causes trauma to the dead soul.

That was surprisingly interesting.

Yeah, I figure any form of necromancy, especially controlling necromancy, would be hard on the poor ghost. Which makes me think of the ghost-controlling staff Freakahow had, and the mental fallout that Danny might be experiencing.

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fallout in the snowfall ❆ part 3

james potter x female!reader

summary: when james kisses you on an adrenaline high, your friendship is in shambles as the true meaning of "just friends" becomes irreparably warped. you both desperately try to restore the platonic bond that you once shared, but at what cost...

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Excited chatter filled the room as people crowded around the centre, eager to hear their name called. You stood with your group of friends, chatting with Sirius and Remus whilst James talked to Lily. Mary was busy reassuring Peter, who looked disconcertingly pale.

Christmas break was quickly approaching and, much to the students’ chagrin, teachers began to set end-of-term tests. As it was your penultimate year at Hogwarts all tests were treated seriously. However, there was a different atmosphere surrounding the DADA test: a duel utilising the most advanced spells you’d been taught so far. It was assessed based on who disarmed their opponent first, the length of the duel and the range of spells used; everyone was anticipating it. Some were excited and had disarmed multiple first years that morning for practice, others (namely Peter), had vomited during breakfast.

You weren’t sure into which category you fell. Sure, you were confident in your knowledge, but duelling was different to scribbling information down on a piece of parchment: it was impulsive.

Not only that, your DADA teacher – Professor Halloway – had a reputation for being as harsh as she was skilled. Approaching her one hundredth birthday, she was wise, experienced and beautiful in a sharp manner, with thick black hair she kept stuffed beneath a black, pointed hat. Her face was drawn, tight, her brown eyes always critical. It wasn’t easy to score high grades in Halloway’s classes.

“You’ll do fine.” Remus smiled by your side, noticing your growing discomfort, “I’ve seen you practice. You’ve got this.”

“Yeah (Y/n),” Sirius squeezed your arm, “Just pretend they’re Snape.” Sirius’ eyes darkened as he spied the Slytherin on the opposite end of the room, speaking with the Professor, “I know I will be.”

“Thanks guys.” Your head tilted teasingly, “Try not to accidentally murder Snape then.”

Sirius gave you a concerningly non-committal look.

Whilst waiting, you noticed Remus clenching his fists- anxious to do well. An idea sprang to your mind.

“Wanna be my duelling partner?” You abruptly asked Remus, “Sirius will be desperate to duel Snape, unless James beats him to it.”

Remus gave you a thankful smile, “Yeah, thanks (Y/n). We’ll do that.”

“Of cour-“

“Potter. James Potter.”

The room went silent as all eyes flew to James.

In a manner that oozed confidence, he rolled his shoulders back and stepped into the centre of the room.

Professor Halloway looked disinterested, “Partner?”

On instinct, you turned to Snape. His sneer was more pronounced than usual, and you knew he was also waiting for his name to be called.

“Prewett.”

Your heart dropped. The impact of his name seemed to surge through the room as people turned around in surprise. In a few seconds, Gideon had pushed through the crowd until he stood directly in front of James. Both boys silently assessed each other, both the picture of self-assurance. There was one stark difference between them- James appeared unbothered, his posture relaxed. Gideon, on the other hand, was visibly tense; lacked the ease that had always come naturally to James.

Your heartbeat sped up as you held your breath, trying to ignore the pounding in your chest as the tension in the room mounted.

“Take your positions.” Professor Halloway dictated. The class fell silent once more to witness the interaction. Even Snape was unable to hide the shock from his face.

James stood on the left, closest to you, whilst Gideon stood opposite on the right.

Professor Halloway spoke cautiously, “Remember- this is solely to disarm. No other spells are to be used.” Both boys nodded. “Now, draw your wands and bow… Bow, Potter…”

The irritation on James’ face was almost comical as he sunk into a deeper bow, but you couldn’t laugh. You held your breath as both boys stepped away from each other.

“One… Two…”

You stared, unable to look away.

“Three.”

Lights flashed across the room as both cast spells at an alarmingly fast rate.

It quickly became clear who was faster.

Gideon’s casting visibly began to slow as his spells started to miss their target, his wand movements becoming sloppier against the onslaught of James’.

It wasn’t long before Gideon was on the floor, panting for air. But James wasn’t finished.

“FLIPENDO.” The word rung throughout the room and Gideon was flung backwards. He slammed into the wall with a sickening thud, dropping to the floor.

A hand flew to your mouth. The room erupted into shouts.

People were running over to Gideon, checking he was okay and attempting to lift him off the ground. Professor Halloway was viciously scolding James, his loyal best friends immediately supporting him and by his side. You stood there in the centre of it all, horrified, as people bustled around.

You couldn’t process what had just happened as you watched a Hufflepuff girl shaking Gideon frantically. There were too many people surrounding him to see if he had opened his eyes.

Your shock and confusion at James for taking it too far was quickly replaced by anger. He had recently seemed a little hostile towards Gideon, but you chalked it down to James’ anxiety for the Gryffindor team to do well. This- this was something else.

“He’s okay!” Someone declared. Gideon had stood up, somewhat off-balance, but seemed to be fine. You exhaled in relief, mentally noting to check on him later.

After giving Gideon a quick once-over and deeming him fit to stay in class, Professor Halloway continued her berating. “You got lucky, Potter. If this happens again you will not be welcome in this class. From today, you have a fortnight of detention and will automatically fail this test.”

There were some shouts of indignation from Sirius and some opposing yells that James’ punishment wasn’t enough, but Professor Halloway silenced them with a lethal look as she turned to face the rest of the class.

“Any more of this behaviour in my lessons, and you’ll find that you have no free time for a month.”

That shut everyone up.

She picked up her list and proceeded to call people up. Snape, much to James and Sirius’ horror, called Remus up. But they needn’t have feared: Remus won a decisive victory with a spurt of well-rehearsed spell combinations. You were slightly disappointed Remus wouldn’t be able to duel again now, but you knew Mary would be more than happy to partner up.

Following James’ scolding no more dangerous incidents occurred, and the duels blended seamlessly together. Before you knew it, Professor Halloway had called your name and you were stood by her side.

“Partner?” She asked curtly.

“Mary.” You said, grinning as your best friend made eye contact with you, already making her way up to the front.

“You must think me blind, Miss (L/n), if you think I haven’t noticed how close the two of you are. Duelling is about spontaneity, and I have no doubt you’ve practiced with Miss MacDonald many times.”

Mary froze, and you knew your face mirrored the disappointment on her own.

Professor Halloway continued, “Mulciber, please come up.”

Sirius swore loudly as you froze, feet glued to the floor. Your eyes went to your friends, who all looked worried. But it was James who made his indignation known.

“You can’t have him duel-”

“Silence!” Professor Halloway hissed, “Another disruption from you, Potter, and I’ll see your expulsion through personally.”

You shook your head at James as he fell silent, a frown etched into his face as he watched Mulciber approach you.

Your duelling partner took his place opposite, a sickening grin on his face as his lips curled wickedly.

Mulciber was a Slytherin notorious for his cruel, unforgiving nature, and a friend of Snape’s. He’d once had a brawl in the courtyard with Sirius, and both had left with considerable injuries that even Madam Pomfrey couldn’t heal overnight. He hated the Marauders, and their friends.

All eyes were on you as you bowed, your eyes narrowing at Mulciber as you assessed him. The look in his eyes was wild, one of unmistakeable hostility.

For a moment everyone seemed to hold their breath. You knew your duelling was strong enough to best Mulciber- you just had to stay collected.

“One.”

Your fingers tightened around your wand as you got into a duelling stance. Mulciber did the same.

“Two.”

Your arms went rigid to stop them shaking from the anticipation, the first spell already dancing on the tip of your tongue.

“Th-”

Mulciber blasted a spell your way.

People were already shouting, but you couldn’t listen.

Though he’d taken you by surprise, your blocks were precise. Mulciber’s voice rose in anger, but his spells still were unable to scrape past your unyielding shield.

You smirked as he snarled, spells bouncing off your shield and rebounding across the room as people ducked to avoid his wrath. He neared you, his movements vaguely reminding you of a lion stalking its prey. Your determination intensified; between the two of you there was only one Gryffindor.

But the impact of his spells slamming relentlessly into your shield was beginning to drain your energy, and you knew that in order to win you had to go onto the offensive.

Within a second you dropped your shield and flung a spell at your opponent. He staggered back, surprised, his look of shock morphing into anger. You readied your wand but he was already hurling spells your way. You deflected them too late, stumbling slightly as you struggled to regain your balance.

Panic began to overwhelm your thoughts as your wand slipped in your hand. Your palms were slick with sweat; every time you had an opening to fire a spell Mulciber would easily deflect it, then hurl ten back. You were struggling to find an opening and feeling wearier by the second.

Mulciber’s face was red as you dodged spell after spell, and you faintly registered the loud yells around you. Whatever was said had him gritting his teeth, when he suddenly slammed you with a spell so vicious that you almost fell backwards.

A spell as violent as that can’t have been for disarming. The shouting in the room got louder.

You heard Professor Halloway reprimanding Mulciber, but you barely processed it as he continued to attack you with an onslaught of magic. By now you were clenching your wand tightly, your hands shaking from the strain.

Within seconds his spells seemed to gain a new intensity. You had to cast one final spell and end this. There was a moment, a millisecond, where Mulciber was preparing to attack again, and you momentarily let down your shield to hit him with the disarming charm.

He beat you to it.

The spell slammed into your chest as you choked on air, the impact making your lungs constrict painfully. Before you could properly register it, you were flying backwards. A blinding pain shot up your arm as you slammed onto the ground, a strangled sound escaping your throat.

There were screams, people rushing around you as you sat up quickly, vision slightly hazy. Cradling your arm, the tears in your eyes were a mixture of pain and sheer embarrassment. You felt so humiliated, hating the attention as people repeatedly asked if you were okay. Suddenly Professor Halloway’s pointed face appeared into view as she hauled you up and towards the exit of the room.

Within an instant a familiar voice was speaking up, rough and panicked, “Professor, let me take her to Madam Pomfrey, please.”

You realised with a start that it was James as he shoved people aside to get to you, his eyes wild.

Anger flooded your senses and, combined with not only the pain in your wrist but the humiliation of your defeat, it became rage, “Not him.” You spat, “Anyone but him.” You turned to Professor Halloway, ignoring James as she stared at you thoughtfully.

“Lupin!” She called, and Remus was instantly by your side.

Before you knew it you’d left the classroom. The door slammed shut on James, and the chaos inside.

──── ୨୧ ────

After a gruelling day, lessons were finally over. Curled up by the fire, you basked in the warmth and soft crackles that filled the common room. It was late, so most people had vacated the space to get ready for bed.

You chose to stay behind, in deep thought as you moved your now fully healed wrist.

The quiet didn’t last long as the Fat Lady portrait abruptly swung open. In came James, accompanied by Remus. You screwed your eyes shut, in disbelief that this was happening now of all times.

James hesitated at the sight of you, alone, and nodded to Remus, “I’ll be just a minute mate, go up without me.”

Remus lingered at the foot of the stairs, appearing uncertain, but headed up at the sound of the resolution in James’ voice. You didn’t speak, didn’t bother to face him as you continued to stare into the fire, orange floating in front of your eyes whenever you blinked.

James stood behind you.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, the words sliding out casually.

“Fine.” You didn’t bother to look up at him; your cold tone making it clear that you wanted to be left alone.

James shook his head in frustration. Turning to the staircase, his hand settled on the railing as the first step creaked. But then he stepped back down, turning around suddenly, “What’s the problem? Between us?” His words had a confrontational edge, prompting you to turn and face him as your brows furrowed.

“What?”

James took a step towards you, that stubbornness burning in his eyes as he stared you down, “What’s wrong with you? Why have you been acting like this?”

You stood up, unable to bear the way he was talking down to you and how vulnerable it made you feel. “How I’ve been acting? Did you not almost kill Gideon Prewett earlier after slamming him into a wall for no reason?”

“He would’ve survived worse. He’s annoyingly persistent like that.” His eyes were dark.

“He didn’t deserve it.”

His irritated expression suggested otherwise. James clenched his jaw, crossing his arms. His biceps bulged, briefly pulling your eyes away from his face.

“You’re unreasonable.” You spat; tone accusatory as you moved towards him.

James scoffed, the fire reflecting in his glasses, “And you aren’t? Are you going to tell me what’s wrong or am I expected to grovel at your feet and beg for an answer?”

You rolled your eyes, refusing to take the bait. This had to stop. “Don’t turn this on me, James.” You shook your head, laughing in disbelief, “You don’t get to do that.”

James stared you down, unspeaking. You hated the way he just stood there. You needed a reaction from him, needed to know your words hurt him as much as he had you.

You didn’t know when the conversation had turned away from Gideon, but it just did.

You maintained his gaze, refusing to look away. “Our friendship is ruined because you used me to satiate your- whatever- and then didn’t know what to do with me afterwards.” You swallowed harshly, stifling any emotion as you struggled to conceal how deeply affected you were by him.

His jaw clenched, “That’s what you think of me, is it?” His laugh was joyless as he took one final step, asserting himself over you. The height difference was pronounced as he looked down to speak, “You’re the one who made it awkward. You’re the one who made things different when they were just fine.”

“Maybe I didn’t want ‘just fine’.”

He hesitated.

“Merlin, James, do you ever think about what others want for a change?” You struck where you knew it would hurt.

James stopped you before you could get another hurtful word in. “Don’t act as though you didn’t pull away first, (Y/n). Don’t pretend this is all on me. It’s not my fault that my friendship wasn’t enough for you, that you weren’t satisfied. You don’t get to blame that on me.” His voice got louder as he rubbed his temples, “And what are you mad at me for, exactly? Kissing you?” He paused, waiting for you to respond. You didn’t. “Because if you didn’t like that, you’d be the first.” His voice was harsh, that familiar cockiness slipping out.

You froze, his words smacking you in the face.

Anger shone in the tears that pooled in your eyes. You shoved a hand against his chest, “Fuck you-”

James opened his mouth to speak. You didn’t let him. “-and your fucked up idea of friendship.”

You tried to turn away but his hand flew to your wrist, keeping your palm splayed against him.

You were close now, so close. The red glow of the flames danced on the rim of James’ glasses as you stood your ground, refusing to look away.

His eyes dropped to your lips, and your eyes begged to do the same. You couldn't do it. Wouldn't allow yourself to.

“Don’t you dare.” Your voice cracked, finally yielding under the tension. James’ eyes flicked up to yours again, his breathing heavy. The look he gave you was one of hurt and anger, and something else. “Don’t you dare look at me like that.”

Your words came out harsher than intended and James instantly dropped your wrist, stepping away. Your hand dropped to your side, fingers tingling.

The gap between you seemed to roar with everything unspoken.

“We’ve ruined this.”

James’ response was low, spiteful. “Then stop chasing it.”

“Stop, both of you!” A voice sliced through the tension, causing you to whip around. Mary stood at the foot of the stairs in pink pyjamas, arms crossed as she glared at James.

“We’re going to bed.” She went up to you and took your arm, dragging you away.

“You’ve got a date tomorrow (Y/n), focus on that.” Mary soothed as you disappeared up the stairs, her words intentionally loud so that James would hear.

Mary was James’ friend, sure- and maybe what she’d said was petty, but she could live with that. In Mary’s eyes you came first, and James had hurt you. Badly. He deserved to know that he was no longer a priority in your life.

James stood there; hands clenching and unclenching as his anger began to ebb away. Eventually, the lack of your presence caused the buzzing in his mind to settle.

He cursed, sinking into the armchair closest to the fire. So close, that he had to move his legs away from the flames- the heat bordering on painful. His head fell back, cushioned by the plush material. He hadn’t known why he’d done it, had lost control with his classmate. His teammate. Why he had seen him as a threat.

James watched the logs burn, until they were swallowed by the flames and the fire died out. He sat there, contemplating in the darkness, until the cinders were cool to the touch.

A/N

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Desperately trying to resolve my codependency issues

First got to preface by saying that I still have a lot of bad nights: nights were I stay up overthinking about J.G., crying over J.G., and then as if preternatural forces want to exacerbate my pain more, Snapchat "reminds" me that J.G. is on Snapchat (I deleted all of our text messages but I still have their number in my phone). Like, the magical-thinking side of me says, "oh. This might be a sign that they might accept your friend request if you sent one!" but that magical-thinking led me astray last year... So yeah I have an entire entry idea about my relationship to J.G. and our horoscope signs, but in short this is why I'm kind of annoying skeptic when it comes to these things. I.e. astrology and magical-thinking is stupid.

("But why don't you just delete J.G.'s number from your phone already then?" The same reason why I unblocked J.G. from all of our mutual social media platforms.)

Carrying on...

We had our first (non-lethal) big snowfall. It's nice looking at freshly fallen snow, but it brought back some memories from two years ago, when I planned out an entire winter/Imbolc-inspired photoshoot where I had to be at a precise location right after a fresh snowfall at a specific time. I managed to do it all and the photos came out terrific. It's still one of my favorite photo sets.

And it's like, I'm pretty sure I did some photoshoots last year: I just... don't really remember.

I think that's a major things that's been weighing down on me after all of this J.G. fallout. I do lots of shit that theoretically should be uplifting and self-improving, but it just flies right past me. Part of it is because I always feel overshadowed by everyone and everything around (harken back to me traveling with my brother). But I think telling J.G. about what I do on a regular basis helped me to cope with a lot of that and therefore it kinda gave shit I did a little bit of meaning.

So yeah I might have a codependency issue.

I don't want to sound like my pure motivation to doing things I like was to impress J.G. and find all of my validation through them... but I guess they were the person I enjoyed talking to the most about stuff like that.

The whole year I was off from I.G., I never really posted most of my pictures of my outfits/costume or travels to my other social media (mainly Twitter). I never really talk about stuff I do with other people, not really even the one or two IRL friends I've limited myself to.

I guess when you're really preoccupied with one person being on your mind constantly - and how that person in turned caused you a lot of grief and suffering - just kind of a made a maelstrom of a) me not being as motivated to do things that I like and b) when I actually do achieve stuff that I wanted to do it doesn't really make me feel that happy or accomplished.

So again. I admit: I'm dealing with some codependency issues. J.G. was the first person I really fell hard for, was willing to make some sacrifices for (and kind of did already in *that* way), and then they left so suddenly with no explanation. I'm finding it really hard to let go and that's been keeping me from doing "normal" shit like studying, working, sleeping, sewing, reading, hiking, knitting... just doing happy "me" thing.

It sounds so pathetic especially since I've always framed myself as someone who was so aloof and introverted and alternative. You know, I've always asserted both before and during my fling with J.G. that I don't need to be in a relationship, and I guess it's true to an extent because... well, I haven't gone to the extent of offing myself because I'm not with J.G. right now, so I guess that something...

But I dunno. I thought shit would be getting better with time, but I think it's the opposite now? Like, I'm finding it harder to function because I can't let go, I still hold out hope. I'm trying "court" another person and... I don't know how I feel about it. I half feel like I'm just trying to replace J.G. (b/c honestly they look/talk similar to J.G.) and if they're like J.G. then isn't it going to just be a rinse+repeat (isn't there just going to be some culture divides and barriers? Aren't they just going to have some deep-seated issues that can't be fixed? Aren't I just going to go too hard and scare them off?)? But then the other half of me doesn't feel anything, or nothing much.

Maybe I don't want to feel anything, because I'd be betraying everything I felt - still feel - toward J.G. I still love them, and I feel like I can't love any else, as shallow as that sounds. But I guess that's true for everybody. Like, when a relationship ends (either from separation or mortal demise) and we move onto a new one, I guess we'll always have a special love for the previous relationship that can't and maybe shouldn't be replicated within a new relationship. But I desperately want to move on with someone else to make me forget even though I'm probably not emotionally/mentally ready to do so. If stuff works out with this new person... what's to so I won't still pining and emotionally cheating on them with thoughts of J.G.?

Yeah. Codependency.

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bughead appreciation week ✨ bughead fandom love day - some favorite completed multichapters

if you're tryna sit down under a blanket with a cup of coffee and a completed bughead journey with a sure fire happy ending, here are some suggestions, from the absolutely endless treasure trove of talent that exists in our beautiful fandom. (goes without saying this list is nowhere near exhaustive.)

Advanced Reading Copy by @writeradamanteve

A Grand Mistake by @darknessaroundus (and all the codas!)

april come she will by @flwrpotts

a revelation in the light of day by @iconic-ponytail (and the sequel, if someone asks, this is where i'll be)

Betty Cooper, Girl Reporter by @sullypants

Betty Cooper and the Elixir of Life by @easyluckyfree45

blood sweat and heartbeats by @anniemurphys, sylwrites

California Dreamin' by @lovedinapastlife

doll parts by @sweetsoundsofignorance

fortitude by @aresaphrodites

i can't fall in love without you by @thetaoofbetty

if i told you who i am (can i call you baby?) by @thetaoofbetty

I'll be the one by @literatiruinedme (and the codas!)

I'll be (your) home for christmas by @iconic-ponytail

make it new by @sullypants

Out of the Woods by @darknessaroundus

Serpent Strings by @bluevelvetvideo

sweetest little part of destiny by @anniemurphys, sylwrites

Sweetest Reflection by @thepointoftheneedle

The Forty Miler by @thepointoftheneedle

Through the Snowfall by @noorakardemmomesaetre

Time Has Told Me by @sullypants

Viper Radio by @lucivar

wise men say (only fools rush in) by @anniemurphys, sylwrites

write more of a little more by @heartunsettledsoul (and hold me even closer now, the sequel!)

you can't blame gravity (for falling in love) by @bluevelvetvideo

(you make me feel so) summer fling by @fallout-mars

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DESCENDANTS:

Ben Florian:

Bird Set Free (Cowritten with @inhumanshadows)

STAR WARS:

Anakin Skywalker:

Master and apprentice

Obi-Wan Kenobi:

By The Force

Luke Skywalker:

Snowfall

Han Solo:

Plan of Action

Din Djarin:

I See You

Fluff ABCS

Poe Dameron:

Pazaak

Head in the clouds

It’s called a cockpit for a reason (smut)

Debrief

Piloting your heart

Rainfall

Crash Landing

A Lesson in Humility

Kylo Ren:

Prisoner (Smut)

Theron Shan:

Peace and Quiet

Ezra Bridger:

Not worth the price

Bring Him Home

Cal Kestis:

Reunited

Ashes of Rebellion

Protocol:Prom

Learning

Crowded

Carth Onasi:

That’s my jacket

THE 100:

Bellamy Blake:

Here Be Dragons

Even Now?

MARVEL:

Tony Stark:

Let me make you proud [2] [3]

No Matter What

Him [2]

Even Heroes Need Breaks

The Newbie

Peter Parker:

Movie Night

You’re Staring

Comfort Zone

Not Enough

To the Stars and Back (Smut)

Don’t tell Gordon Ramsay

The children are out future?

Fluff ABC’s

Relaxing Melody

Droplets

I’m too young for this!

injured

Steve Rogers:

From Shadows

Empathy

Smut ABC

Fluff ABC

Home

Like Before

Birthday Gift

Thor Odinson:

Lokkkiii!

Bucky Barnes:

You Coward!

Family Recipe

Wrong Order

Scott Lang:

Rags and Riches

The Convention

Shang-Chi

Fluff ABC

Clint Barton:

Rescue Mission

Um...Hey

Zemo:

Dearly Beloved

GAME OF THRONES:

Robb Stark:

Remembrance

Jon Snow:

Wild Ones

SKY HIGH:

Lash:

Limits

Will Stronghold:

Hide and Sneak

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DC:

Clark Kent/Superman:

For Forever

His Protector

Luckiest Man Alive

Rest

Hometown

Bruce Wayne:

Valentine’s Dinner

TWILIGHT:

Jacob Black:

Embrace

Bending Boyfriend

Eternity

Blanket Hog

Sam Uley:

What’s on your face?

Goodbyes

Bending Boyfriend

Ripples 

Apologies

Go the distance

Paul Lahote:

Bending Boyfriend

Bully Free Zone

One with nature

Jared Cameron:

The wolf and the moon

Just a phase

Bending Boyfriend

Three strikes you’re in

Embry Call:

A pack of our own

Bending Boyfriend

Three strikes you’re in

Quil Ateara:

A pack of our own

Bending Boyfriend

Three strikes you’re in

Carlisle Cullen:

Wake Up Call

NARNIA:

Edmund Pevensie:

Take a Break

Let’s go in the Garden

Weekend Trip

Paint Your Feelings

Stories

Peter Pevensie:

Up’s and Downs

Nature’s Beauty

Moving On

Betrothed

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY:

Klaus Hargreeves:

Can you hear the angles?

Luther Hargreeves:

Donut Date

Diego Hargreeves:

Thrifty

ONCE UPON A TIME:

David Nolan/Prince Charming:

Not my sister

THE CHILLING ADVENTURES OF SABRINA:

Harvey Kinkle:

Hitting the Showers (Smut)

The Magic of Toys (Smut)

Baby’s First Spell

The Name

Nick Scratch:

Baby’s First Spell

DINOTOPIA:

Kark Scott:

Tales from Dinotopia

FALLOUT:

Paladin Danse:

Reset

Sanctuary

MASS EFFECT:

Kaidan Alenko:

Carrying You

DRAGON AGE:

Cullen Rutherford:

You’re terrible at cards (Smut)

STARDEW VALLEY:

Sam:

Under Covers

Secret Forest Kisses

Shane:

Secret Forest Kisses

Alex:

Secret Forest Kisses

Sebastian:

Secret Forest Kisses

OC’S:

Daniel Stark:

Field Trip From Hell

Ven:

The Siege Begins