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ilovewhiteroses · 2 years ago

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You cast a spell on me – Part 2.

Pairing: The Corinthian x Female Witch Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: mentions of violence; horror and adult themes

Rating: 18+

Notes: - I did some research on The Corinthian’s backstory in the Dreaming, so I could write it as accurate as possible.

One night you receive a text from The Corinthian. You call him up and it turns out that he wants to see you again...

"Ouch" you said as another stabbing pain shot through you. You are a witch, of course, but you are also a woman who has to deal with an unpleasant visitor every month. You hated these days, you always felt like shit: your uterus hurt and you always wanted to cry. To alleviate your condition, you ate lasagna and chocolate in your bed while watching Moonlighting on your TV. You loved old TV shows - like The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, The Nanny, Married with Children - because they reminded you of your childhood.

You have had quite a busy week. You went to a family gathering at your parents' beach house which has a beautiful view to the ocean; you had lunch with your publisher, where you outlined your ideas for your new book and chose the best one together; and you had dinner with one of your best friends, Cole, who worked as a photographer. Your exes introduced you to each other a few years ago and people often see you as a couple. Although you thought he was cute there was never more than friendship between you two. Cole knew almost everything about you, except one thing: who you really were. Only your family knew about it.

And since THAT night, The Corinthian, your one night stand.

You could barely concentrated on your tasks for days afterwards. You kept thinking about the mind-blowing sex; you remembered his soft hair, his kissable lips, the sight of his naked body; you felt his hands and mouth on your erogenous zones... You were so immersed in sex with him that you didn't even think of using protection, even though your previous partners all wore condoms. But you didn't panic, being a modern witch, you had a birth control potion that you made when you were 18 years old and you had to drink it within 72 hours after sex.

When you weren't thinking about his skills in bed, you were thinking about other things. You wondered what he has been doing, where does he live, if he lives anywhere at all. And does he sleep? He said he has tiny teeth where his eyes are, does he eat with them? How many people’s beds he had been in and how many of them did he kill? You felt sorry for his victims, you only hoped that he kills bad people like Dexter Morgan. But of course that's none of your business and you'd better stay out of it.

At this moment, your phone suddenly buzzed. You received a text message that said:

Hey Y/N! What's up? How is work goin'? 🕶️🦷👄🦷

You didn't have to think much, the emojis gave away who the sender of the text was, which honestly surprised you. The morning after your night together, before Corinthian left your home, he asked for your number. At first you thought about a fake phone number, but in the end you gave your own, because you knew he won't call you anyway.

As if he sensed that you were thinking of him. You got so excited that you even forgot about the pain in your lower stomach. Suddenly you didn't know what to do, text him back or call him. In the end, you decided on the second option because you wanted to hear his sexy, deep voice. You pressed the call button.

"Hello there, sexy witch! How you doin'?" Corinthian said into the phone in a seductive voice

Oh my God, his voice was invented for phone sex, you thought.

"Hi! Nothing special, I'm just resting, watching TV." you said in a light voice. "And what about you?"

"I'm relaxing. I thought of you and I thought I'd send you a text. How is writing going?" he asked with interest.

Not only did he texted to you, but he also remembered that you were a writer. Your heart began to melt at the thought.

"Well, I'm about to start writing my new book. Basic Instinct was the inspiration for it, but in my version, the man is a supernatural killer and the female character is the cop."

"I love that movie." Corinthian growled. That didn't surprise you. Paul Verhoeven's 1992 film was a great mix of erotica and thriller.

What you didn't tell him is that he inspired your male character. Of course, not the killer part, but his looks and his huge sex drive.

"That sounds great. I'll read it as soon as it comes out, but first I will sign it with you." he said kindly, You twisted your hair like a teenage girl and promised him that you would sign his copy.

"Look Y/N, I called you not only for that, but to ask...would you like to meet next Saturday? We could go for lunch or a walk." Corinthian asked.

Your heart was beating so fast you thought it would jump out of place. Of course you said yes to the invitation. Since he already knew where you live, you arranged for him to pick you up at 1 o’clock and then you wished each other good night.

Is this going to be a date or am I just trying to make myself believe that? you asked yourself. By next Saturday, your period will be over and no matter what, you'll have to wear something hot. You will take your birth control potion in a small bottle with you, because it's obvious that he invited you out with that intention. You couldn't wait for the week to pass...

The long-awaited Saturday has arrived. Not only did you start writing your new book this week, but you also made yourself to be even more desirable. You bought new sexy lingerie, went to a beauty salon for a pampering massage and had French manicure done on your nails.

You wore white shorts, a red halter neck top and black high-heeled sandals for the meeting. You looked at the clock in the living room. It’s going to be 1 in 10 minutes, so you left and waited for Corinthian outside on the sidewalk in front of your house. While you were waiting, you wondered what kind of car he might have. You could imagine an old, classic one for him, you thought that modern cars were not his style.

Your "date" arrived almost on time and you realized with satisfaction that you had guessed his car right: a 1969 Ford Mustang 302 convertible. Corinthian stopped, got out of his car and walked up to you and greeted you with a kiss.

"You look amazing!" he said complimentingly, while his hand carefully slid down your back and then stopped above your butt.

"Thanks, you look good too." you answered politely. He was wearing a grey pullover and grey dress pants. You decided to take a walk on the Venice Beach Boardwalk and then go for lunch there.

The Venice Beach Boardwalk was almost always full. No wonder, the ocean, the colorful shops, street artists and performers really attracted tourists, you and Corinthian looked at them with interest, while you told him about yourself, your previous works and being a witch. You told that your mom has two sisters and all three of them are witches who married mortal men and they only had one child each and you and your two cousins are close. You also revealed that when you were young you hated being a witch, because you were different from other girls and you felt your abilities were an”unnecessary bad”. But later, as you grew up, you made peace with yourself and accepted who you are. Your mother always taught you to use your abilities responsibly, which you promised, although sometimes you used your magic in certain situations. For example, you charmed the policeman so you didn't have to pay the speeding fine or the bouncer to let you and your friends in to the club without standing in line. It seemed to you that Corinthian was really interested in your stories, and he also told you some in return. Among other things, he told that he visited the Playboy mansion once, where he participated in a foursome with another man and two women.

While you were walking in a good mood, you noticed that almost all people were staring at Corinthian, practically undressing him with their eyes. It's true that he's an extremely attractive guy, but you felt the watching eyes a little oppressive. He didn’t seem to care about them, he was listening to you the whole time like a real gentleman. After a while, you entered a nice restaurant. You ordered chicken salad, Corinthian ordered steak, and you both had chocolate mousse for dessert. He revealed that since he is a nightmare, he doesn't feel hunger, but sometimes, when the situation calls for it, he eats human food.

After lunch, you headed to Corinthian 's home in Hollywood Hills. You felt so good: the sun was shining and you were sitting in a hot guy's car. You watched him drive, you liked the sporty way he took the turns. He is crazy sexy even while driving, you thought to yourself and your imagination started to run wild... you have never done this in a convertible before, but you were trying it out to see if he would take the hint. You bit your lip, placed your hand on his inner thigh, carefully started to caress it as Corinthian raised an eyebrow.

"What's on your mind baby?" he asked, judging by his voice he seemed to be in it.

"I think you know." you replied with a big grin and he started unbuckling his belt with one hand, unbuttoning his pants and zipping them down, then taking out his cock. You groaned at the sight. You grabbed his cock and slowly moved your hand up and down it. Corinthian whimpered and you took that as encouragement. You unbuckled your seat belt and leaned into his lap. He put his right hand up on the steering wheel so you could get better access to him. You took his cock and licked it all the way from the base to the tip, then slowly started to lick there with your tongue.

"Oh baby" Corinthian sighed.

The praise fired you up. You continued like this for a while, then you carefully took him in your mouth and started sucking, moving your head up and down. You tested Corinthian to see how long he could drive like this, and although it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to concentrate, he tried to keep the vehicle under control.

"My God, it's so good..." He moaned louder and louder, and you sucked faster and faster. You were so turned on that you wanted to climb on top of him and fuck his brains out. He couldn't take it anymore.

"Baby, I have to stop or we're going to crash."

He stopped the car by the side of the road. He let go of the steering wheel, he put one hand on your head and started moving it carefully, he wanted you to take him as deep as possible in your mouth. You sucked him rhythmically and hard, his erotic moans were music to your ears.

"So good...I'm going to cum soon." he warned and soon after, it happened. You felt the hot liquid on your tongue and throat and swallowed every last drop. You licked his cock clean, sat back in your seat and wiped your lower lip with the tip of your ring finger. Corinthian 's head was still tilted back and he was gasping for air. You loved having such an effect on him. The hot, confident nightmare has completely surrendered to you. You yourself got so excited that your new underwear was almost completely soaked, but you didn't mind.

"You can take this as foreplay." you said sexily and Corinthian smiled. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just...give me a few minutes...to get myself together..." Corinthian panted. After he calmed down a bit, he put his dick away and started the car engine, you continued the ride to his house. Not long after, you reached a large white gate and got out of the car. Behind the gate was a beautiful, modern house and a nice yard. Entering the house, you found yourself in the lobby, where you took off your sandals. The living room was a little further in, and to the left was the spacious kitchen and dining room. It occurred to you that the style of the house and the furnishings were similar to yours. Corinthian said there is a gym downstairs and the bedroom and bathroom are upstairs. Moving on, he led you outside to where there was an infinity pool and a jacuzzi, and a balcony where you could see all of Los Angeles.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"Your home is beautiful." you replied as you took in the view from the balcony. But you didn't ask him where he got the house from, because who knows...

Corinthian walked over to you and hugged you from behind, then whispered in your ear.

"Are you in having a bath with me?" then he kissed your cheek. Your pulse skyrocketed. "Of course!"

You went upstairs to the bedroom, and from there to the right to the bathroom, where a huge corner tub faced you. Corinthian opened the tap for the warm water and poured some scented bath salt into it.

"Take your clothes off, I'll be here in a minute." and with that he disappeared, and you did as he asked. You put your clothes on a chair and sat in the foamy water. He returned with a bottle of champagne and two champagne glasses, then he quickly removed his clothes as well. You thought he would take off his sunglasses and you would see his teeth eyes, but that was not the case. You couldn't believe it. He doesn't even take them off when showering?

"Champagne? Are we celebrating?" you asked surprised.

"Yes. You." Corinthian said, sitting in the tub next to you.

"Was the blowjob that good?" you said laughing.

"Well, yes, but that's not why I brought it. We're celebrating your new book contract."

"Aww, this is so sweet of you!" you said almost touched. His attentiveness completely swept you off your feet. He poured champagne into both glasses and handed one to you.

"Let's drink to your future next bestseller and sweet royalties." Corinthian said with a smile and you toasted and drank. After drinking, you leaned back in the tub, caressed his chest with your foot. You felt at home, and he liked that too.

"Let’s hope so! I'd like to ask you something, but you don't have to answer if you don't want to. I've been curious since our first meeting: could you tell me a little more about yourself, where did you come from?" you asked, a little scared.

"Well, I'll tell you this once. Sandman, or as he is called in the Dreaming, Lord Morpheus made me out of sand and I am over 2,000 years old. A long time ago I have been to the Waking World once, in France, where I first ate the eye of a dissected monkey with my teeth eyes and that ignited something in me." he said darkly.

Your guess about his teeth eyes were confirmed. So he really did eat with them, just eyeballs.

"Although from the beginning I was interested in the world of humans, I tried to be the best nightmare, black mirror of humanity. I always fulfilled my task, I expected recognition, but Morpheus never praised me, and then I had enough. Finally, in the early 1900s, I left the Dreaming once and for all."

"And what did Morpheus say about that?" you asked

"He supposedly started looking for me, but then he disappeared and no one knows where he went." he replied, looking deep into your eyes and drinking from the champagne. You were glad that he was honest with you, but at the same time, you had the feeling that he might have something to do with Morpheus' disappearance, but you thought it better not to push the topic any further, so as not to ruin the mood. Instead, you put your glass on the edge of the tub, climbed into his lap and kissed him. Corinthian deepened the kiss and put down his own glass. He took the champagne bottle in his hand and poured its contents on your chest, then slowly and sensually licked it off your breasts. The movement turned you on.

”That's a waste of good champagne." you said half laughing half moaning.

"Don't worry about it, it tastes better on you." said Corinthian, kissing your neck, while pushing two fingers into you and slowly pulling them in and out. You clung to his muscular arms and enjoyed the feeling.

"Let's go to bed." he said in a sexy, raspy voice and you got out of the tub. You dried yourself and headed to the bedroom. You went in front of Corinthian and he looked at your round ass and was completely turned on. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him.

"I changed my mind, I want to fuck you here at the window while standing!" he said and he carefully pushed you towards the big glass window.

"But I'm shorter than you. Wait, I have an idea!" you teleported the sandals you left in the hall into the room and put them on. Corinthian found the thought of you wearing them while he fucked you insanely sexy. You turned towards the window, he stood behind you and started stroking himself. You put your forehead on the glass, and pushed your bottom towards him. He grabbed your hip with one hand, and with the other he put his hard cock in your pussy with a slow, firm movement. You two started to move, his hands sliding from your hips to your breasts. You looked out the window. It was getting dark outside and the city was bathed in lights. It was magical and exciting to know that only a glass separated you from the world while he was fucking you. Corinthian playfully slapped your ass and you moaned. It's like he read your mind.

"Do you like that?" he asked with a mischievous smile.

"Oh yes!" you answered heatedly. You didn't really have any kinks but you did like it when a man slapped you on your butt or when you were tied up. There were a few other things and places on your imaginary sex list that you wanted to try and secretly hoped that you can do them with Corinthian.

You leaned back against his sweaty chest, he pushed your hair aside and kissed your neck. You turned your head and kissed him passionately. You moved more and more wildly and your bodies fit together so perfectly as if you had always belonged together. Corinthian reached down to your clit and stimulated it, you reached back and grabbed his neck, you couldn't hold it much longer. Soon you both came with a difference of a few seconds and your legs were so weak from the orgasm that you collapsed on the bed. After your souls returned, he spoke first.

"Y/N, would you like to stay here for the night? We can order pizza and watch a movie. Or we can do something else…" he flashed his teeth with a wide smile.

"Of course!" you answered excitedly, then planted a kiss on his lips. You took a quick shower, you put on one of Corinthian 's shirts, he put on black sweatpants and while you waited for the pizza to arrive, you selected a movie. Which didn't matter, since you knew you weren't going to watch it for long anyway...

Tags: @thecorilove86

#You cast a spell on me #fanfic #the corinthian fanfic #the corinthian & female reader #the corinthian #boyd holbrook #Sandman #smut #fluff

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linkemon · 1 year ago

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Musical AU headcanons 1

Friendly reminder that English is not my first languge. You can check my Masterlists both in English and Polish here.

Warning! Musical AUs do not completely follow the plot of the originals. They are adjusted enough to make the characters more canonical.

The Greatest Showman ✧ Yun Jin

✧ Yun Jin owed a lot to her parents. Especially her passion for music. When financial problems appeared in her family, she decided to take out a loan and open her own traveling circus. No one found out that her pledge was a cargo of her parents' trading ships from Liyue that had actually sunk.

✧ Her opera performances were not enough, so she started to gather a troupe of people desperate to make money like her. Albedo with her magic tricks, Sayu balancing on a tightrope, Itto and his great strength, Nilou with her dancing and Beidou who, as a former captain, managed them all. Together, they were a strange yet wonderful team that people wanted to see.

✧ To climb to the top of her career, Yun Jin paid a visit to a rich woman named Ningguang. The lady wasn't convinced at first. However, when she met the captain Beidou, she changed her mind. After negotiations, she decided to push some gold in their direction for further development.

✧ However, the more attention a troupe attracted, the more stigmatized it was. An emotionless boy, a dwarf girl, a dangerous giant, a dancer from a distant country and a former pirate. The group couldn't stand it and raised a protest to the people when Yun Jin was away. In retaliation, everything she worked for was burned.

✧ Currently, the girl is sitting at Xiangling's restaurant, wondering what to do next. She must have made a mistake getting used to the luxuries Ningguang gave her and forgot about her friends.

Heathers ✧ Childe

✧ Childe has been attending Teyvat High School for as long as he can remember. He was considered a quiet and calm boy. Until the day when he accidentally met Il Capitano in one of the parking lots and everything began to change.

✧ When he accidentally got into a fight with opponents of the Harbinger gang, it turned out that he is not as bland as he was called. Il Capitano personally offered him to join them on a trial basis. La Signora did not mind but Scaramouche did. However, his voice turned out insignificant.

✧ It didn't take long for Zhongli to realize that something was wrong with his friend. It worried him how he started faking hall passes for his new bunch of friends. He had access to them because the teachers gave him the role of running the club. Zhongli tried to talk to him but it didn't help much.

✧ The Harbingers have always cared about their image. It was impossible to miss them because they wore stylized jackets. The day Childe got his, the three of them gave him a new nickname. He was to be Tartaglia from now on.

✧ They gave him his first task. It was Scaramouche who invented it and the boy felt it would be more difficult than it should be. However, it turned out to be simple, but cruel and testing loyalty.

✧ Tartaglia is tasked with introducing Osial, an old friend of Zhongli, to high school. Ever since the fight, Zhongli had avoided Osial like the plague. The attacker was banned from approaching and entering the school grounds. What should he do now? Stick with the new group or go back to the way it was?

Dear Evan Hansen ✧ Chongyun

✧ Chongyun was never interested in Xingqiu's life. The boy had pushed him once by accident in the hallway and that was it. When a few days later he came to sign his cast as an apology and read his letter, fresh from the printer, which was a form of therapy, he was furious. How was Chongyun supposed to know that the dark-haired one was the author of the book he was reading? Xingqiu immediately stated that he must have been following him and would now tell everyone.

✧ Shortly after, Chongyun was summoned to Principal Keqing's office. It turned out that Xingqiu had committed suicide and a letter was found on him. He couldn't explain that they didn't know each other at all. He lied that they were friends. It turned out to be a big mistake.

✧ The Xingqiu's family wanted to meet him. Rich people who run one of the department stores invited him to their place.

✧ After that, he was regularly invited to dinners and gatherings. He wondered how he could get out of this situation but he only made it worse. He even wrote a whole series of e-mails to prove to his family that Xingqiu and him really were buddies.

✧ Everything was stable until his aunt Shenhe got annoyed at how often he was away. It was true that he much preferred spending time away. And, although parents of Xingqiu considered him close, it was a huge lie.

✧ Now, Xingqiu's parents offered to pay for the expensive exorcist training that Chongyun always wanted. Shenhe told him to refuse. He doesn't know what to do.

#genshin x reader #yun jin x reader #chongyun x reader #childe x reader #musical au #the greatest showman #heathers #dear evan hansen #over teyvat #headcanons

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hyenasheep · 2 years ago

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Another general Junkrat headcanons with him being in a relationship (gender neutral, they/them)

I mentioned in my previous headcanons that I headcanon Junkrat on aro/ace spectrum since he's rather looking for friends/family, I think he could be demiromantic since he's like extremely friendly but oftenly push away so it takes him quiet a lot of time to actually let someone closer to him (and definitely not just cuz I'm demisexual cough)

Anyway:

He wouldn't be able to shut up about them around Roadhog, like they would be captured by police or smth and he would still talk about them while making dreamy eyes, driving Roadhog insane

He's already extremely touch hungry and clingy, his adhd making it even worst, so if they would be comfortable with his constant cuddles, he would make a second plushie out of them. Sleeping while hugging them, resting his head on their shoulder or lap, holding hands etc. seeking comfort. Like at this point everyone around them would already think they're dating by how close they are.

If they would confess their feelings he would be extremely taken aback, including stuttering and blushing, probably wanting to run away at first or smth

He isn't used to praising but it makes him extremely melt, literally it could be anything and he would be on the verge of tears

If they would start dating he would literally do anything for his partner, he would have brought down the stars from the sky for them if he could (he probably tried it tho, feeling disappointed when Sigma told him it's not really possible)

sappy cheesy old school romantic gestures or extreme stuff like letting explode half of the city in a shape of heart, literally nothing in between

His petnames for them: Firework, firecracker, spark, roo (kangaroo but shorter), koala (if his partner would be clingy), bombshell, ember, doll and more either sappy or creative nicks...

would end his first date with fireworks (which would get out of hand cough) or extreme gunfire as he thought it would be fun to piss off bunch of corporation omnics

Extremely overprotective, like if he would seen even small negativy towards them he would burst out in anger "How could ya even do this to my little gunpowder ya bloody dinkun?!" While yelling at waitress cuz she forgot on their order.

Gifts, all.the.damn.time. usually he either steals them because they reminds of them, including things he finds along the way, or he makes them himself which are either dangerous mess or super impressive

The only fancy thing he has for dates is one of those old black and white, short sleeves tshirt with fake smoking on it

Little spoon, even if they try to be the little spoon for once he just slides under their hands during the night

If they run out of energy they're just chilling in his super messy room/workshop, full of hardcore punk bands and Junker champions (including Hammond and Junker Queen ofc)/sketches of his explosives/stuff like his traps etc., blasting music in his old stereo while he's wobbling around or making one of his inventions, either way he wants them to be around him

If he finishes another invention he immediately run to find his partner to give him feedback, if its positive it gives him extreme ego boost and he starts proudly showing it to Roadhog

If they would praise him for his intelligency or his bombs he probably starts sobbing

Including if they fight for him when one of the overwatch teammates is mean to him after he tried to be friendly (blizzard why are u so mean)

If his partner isn't into the wild stuff as he is his second fav date is arcade nights and live shows (punk ofc)

Roadhog is still sticking around, especially during dates as theur bodyguard (he's actuallys Junkrats emotional support)

Do u remember that one meme from httyd 3? Yea that's them

He's not really good at words when it comes to serious stuff so if his partner is feeling down he waits until they stop venting and than gives them tight hug, after that he either continues with cuddles or quickly trying to build something from stuff thats laying around so he can cheer up them with a gift or he gives them sweet snack (that one Hanzo voice line ;-:)

Junkrat and Roadhog would be basically second family for Junkrats little firework, including travelling around the world, protecting each other, doing everything together etc.

That's all I have for now, I'm not able to make a short post fr

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the-official-account · 2 years ago

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episode 24 B)

Okay so last episode was intense and I'm raring to find out what happens next, but I'm EXTRA excited because I've been curious what this episodes title is about since literally my very first listen. another so-while-drawing so if commentary is slightly unhinged/sparse you know why

"EXCEPT WAIT DIAMONDS IN THE ROOM" mood bestie fuck

and ajsrlfhadsjhfaskf Vellum gets THREE drinks. Circular snacks....

ALJJAFSDGL;AJSFD "is it a nice shot of his booty?" the good side is the backside ;)

"but she does touch her beak to your forhead" awhhhhhhh!!! Penumbra podcast has made me permanently associate bird-woman kisses with the most heart wrenching gestures of affection one has ever encountered

HE GOES TO DRAW HIS SWORDS AND THEN ITS NOT THERE SO HE DRAWS HIS GUN

Diamond does not deserve any fucking donuts, everyone gets donuts BUT diamond. and yeah!! grey IS in town!!!

"no i successfully--" shut uuuuuup asdfjhasdlfasdf

THEY DID NOT JUST CALL BRUNHILDE-- MY FUCKING BRUNHILDE, MY FAVORITE AUNT, LIGHTS OF MY LIFE, PRIMODONNA BLORBOESS, A FUCKING REBOUND???? A REBOUND???? BITCH THEY ARE MARRIED.

"he brought back oolong" noooo!!!!

"I have never hated a person so much, i wanted to do violence just now :D!" ANYAAAA LMAOOOO

"spar looks relieved" awhhhhhh they're so precious!!! I'm gonna crush them in a vice

;asdfasldfasdf spar and jakub's eyebrow conversation is soooo good. god i adore them sm

LASJHFA;LSDFJASDF GOD I FORGOT HE CAN CLIMB WALLS. AND HE JUST DOES THIS IN FRONT OF JAKUB LMAOOO

"they're a flystander because it's high up"

I need to write a fic where, like, Ipswitch is visiting Vassa Natura and Jakub has him step inside briefly while he goes to grab his coat or something and then is like "wait lemme show him the closet he'll probably like that" and is confused as to why Ipswitch is treating this like he just handed him a copy of his key

These consecutive jokers are hilarious. Safety checks matter, Essay!!! XDDD

AWHHHHH THE NOSE BUMP KISS

HE LEARNED EMBROIDERY. AWH.

ILA KNOWS TAEKWONDO? VERY COOL

RAISED BY A TRIBE OF ELVEN ACCOUNTANTS THAT INVENTED ZERO IM DEEEEEEAAAAD.

I'm SO excited for the quiet year series

I'm having so much fun :) I missed Grey

I think it's high time to upgrade diamond from "person of interest" to "suspect"

greggginnnnns <3<3

og course vellum and grey start tinkering kdlsjf;asdfjasdf they're so family. GREY HUH!!! :0 YAYYYYY

Grey and Diamond better not fucking be an item rn.

I need vellum and spar to hug so bad rn.

"wait...jack's missing?" asjdhf;ladsjkfa;sdjlk

i need them to hug SO SO BAD.

The forearm squeeze. WAH

spar was vulnerable for 2.5 seconds and then pulled back like he was burned al;dsjfa;lkdjf

"why were you scared?" "Spar looks at vellum like he's stupid" AWHHHHHH AWHHH THE QUICK LITTLE KISS IM. THATS SO CUUUTEEEE. your honor they love eachother!!!!

i NEED max and vellum to be friends so bad. I need them to have that friends-to-siblings arc i NEED this

OH. DAMN.

"Hey uh. Max. I've been wanting to meet you--" "Sorry my mom killed your parents and then herself." "......uh. Yeah" LJSHDALG;AHSDGF LIKE IMAGINE THAT CONVERSATION-- FUCK.

I was kinda close about the werekid situation though!!! Max sure is a kid of a were!

Vellum and grey's relationship is something that can be SO precious in my heart <3

Vellum is gonna be such a good big brother he's gonna be SUCH a good brother he's gonna be SOOOOOOO THEY"RE A FUCKING FAMILY YOUR HONOR!!!!! YOUR HONOR!!!!!!!

"First i need to confess something" i am instantly so suspicious again. "none of this is gonna matter soon" THATS NOT A REASSURING THING

THE SPIKE WAS FAKED????

"What I want to do with the radiotower is unethical" I at least respect the self awareness

OHHHHHH SHIT PROVIDENCE IS THE DECK!!! THAT'S WHY NOTHING HAPPENED IN CINDERSHORE, I WAS SO CONVINCED THAT WAS SOME KINDA CHAOS GOD

sometimes I forget that vellum got a little misery after drawing that card and I just keep laughing.

"some thing that providence is a god" HAHAHA BITCH IM BACK IN THE GAME

"how can we even control it to accomplish your goal?" You gotta sacrifice something messy and big, i think......If bridge is to be believed.

"The cards don't get destroyed after?" AJSHDFAL;DSFHASDKFH THE ONE YOUR BURNED YEAH-- THAT BITCH REFUUUSED TO DIE

Spar is absolutely not gonna be on board with the providence thingg. However finding a way to contain it would be ideal. Though if providences IS a god that might not be possible at all.

"NOW I WANNA GO MEET YOUR BOYFRIEND" MY JAW DROOOOOOOOPPED. LMAOOOOOOOOO

L;KASFDGFAL;SDFASDF NOT ME THINKING THERE WERE AD AT THE END.

Okay.....episode 25 is the last ep up and I'm gonna be kinda busy tomorrow so I think I might just....just go for it! Why not! I'm not scared at all hahahahhaha!!! having the bonus content to cushion my fall will be nice too. but god i just need to know what grey says to spar askjfl;asdjfa;sdf

@threeheartscast

#Edil chats #edil liveblogs three of hearts #three of hearts #three of hearts pod #almost caught up!

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friendly-stardust · 8 months ago

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I forgot to mention under the 4th point 'follow the source material and not thematically rewrite the Dance' the following issues in HotD:

No rapist Aegon II: I have been quite frank and vocal about the way the showrunners/writers have butchered his character in this post. The fact that they introduced his adult version to us through this show-invented crying OC was just with the vicious goal to purely annihilate his character while whitewashing Saint Rhaenyra of all her canonical cruelties. Not even Mushroom made him out to be that much of a one-dimensional villain in his salacious version of Aegon II.

No presence of Dyana: That invented OC, introduced to the narrative with the sole purpose of tarnishing Aegon II, shouldn't even be here, left alone having more screen time than canonical characters like Daeron and Maelor who were completely omitted from this godawful adaptation.

No Aegon II being a children fighting enjoyer: Just too much of a ridiculous and completely clownish characterisation. I had to laugh at the ridiculousness of Aegon, the guy flinching when Daemon beheaded Vaemond in open court in front of him, attending child-fighting arenas where they claw at each other with sharp fingernails. Just incredibly nonsensical. What it this? Some D-list characterisation coming from an incompetent writer too much of a simpleton to write real 3 dimensional and complex characters? Just typical of the cartoonishly silly thing a soap opera writer could come up with. They also ensured that this characterisation could be used against Aegon II to blame him for B&C as I explained in this post. Again, the bar is so low in the writing room that they managed to come up with an even worst character than the one Mushroom described in F&B.

No Laenor fake out death: The showrunners/writers changed one of the most confirmed part in F&B - Laenor being stabbed in middle of a market with spectators arounds - to whitewash their favourite girl boss Rhaenyra into oblivion. This is just insulting to Laenor's character in the show. Well, another racist undertone in the writing here - why am I not surprised? Because apparently, once Laenor became mixed-race, his characterisation could easily be sacrificed to elevate Saint Rhaenyra. And he became a coward, a cruel and moronic character who prefers abandoning the children who consider him as their father (stereotypical representation of Black males as absentee and deadbeat fathers) and his parents, who just lost Laena, to go do in Essos something he can already do while living in Westeros. Because honestly, Laenor's homosexuality is already an open secret in Westeros but, as he is part of one of the wealthiest and closest noble family to the royal family, he is above the rules. They also forgot the fact that Laenor has a dragon and completely trampled on the dragon lore in ASOIF universe. Another blunder made by the showrunners/writers which is better explained in this post by @richardsthirdnipple.

No insulting proposal from Rhaenyra to betroth Jace to Helaena: This show-invented proposal from Rhaenyra doesn’t even exist in the source material where Viserys is the one responsible for Aegon II and Helaena betrothal, and where Jace and Luke are betrothed to Baela and Rhaena while they were all toddlers. So effectively, Alicent could have never accepted this proposal because it would have deviated too much from the source material. So why even write it? Well, to better vilify Alicent by making her solely accountable for the escalation of the animosities between both factions, portraying her as a petty, spiteful, and unreasonable woman, while presenting us with a reasonable Rhaenyra willing to offer an olive branch to the bitter Alicent in the name of unity and appeasement. And of course, this travesty is done at the expense of Alicent’s character, while the narrative never tried to address how non-advantageous this insulting proposition is for the Greens or how this could be used against them at any point in the future. I truly cannot express how much I loathe this change and detest the mere mention of this canonically insulting proposal. This is another instance where one can clearly see the showrunners/writers biased narrative and their sleazy ways of portraying Alicent in a really negative way.

No Alicent ordering the fire that destroyed Mysaria's brothel: I have already touched on it in this post where I explained how this will be used as a poor excuse for Mysaria implication in B&C and will ensure that most of the blame is put on Alicent and on the Greens for the murder of a 7 years old Jaehaerys.

If you had the chance to change something about the dance of the dragons (TV show or book), what would it be? For example, how a character dies, which team a house is on,or an entire character personally. How would you change it to make the story better, in your opinion?♥️🖤💙💚

Thanks for the ask anon and sorry that it took me this long to reply. This is a tricky one and this can be long.

House of the Dragon is a complete mess and a mediocrity of a show on every level, except for the acting. The writing is at an abysmal level, and I am convinced that it only got the interest and the rating it got thanks to the fact that it is under GoT's umbrella. And the fact that the showrunners/writers decided to be ungrateful and to insult the very show thanks to which their shitty fanfiction is even relevant, tells me everything I need to know about the arrogance and the ignorance existing behind this travesty of a show. The showrunners/writers seem to have completely misunderstood the themes of The Dance dealing mainly with class stratification, the corruptible nature of power, the consequences of blind ambition, and the pitfalls of unchecked privilege, reducing it all to a dumbed-down and pandering fanfiction in which tokenism, outdated and bigoted caricatures, and banal depiction of sexual assault are used casually as tropes, while pretending to write a 'feminist' or a 'progressive’ show. So, for House of the Dragon, EVERYTHING is to be changed.

Rhaenyra should have never been written as the main protagonist: From Episode one, we already have a failure in our hand with the writing as the showrunners decided to solely use Rhaenyra as our main protagonist in a show that is supposed to depict a severe and ineluctable succession crisis at the top of the Kingdom, resulting in the splintering and in the factionalism of the ruling family. Because, at the heart of this story, this IS the main thematic of the Dance - the civil war that will be tearing the ruling family at the head of the Realm apart and, consequently, the Realm itself apart (except for Dorne which was not yet part of the Seven Kingdom). We should have had different POVs to illustrate the deep divide that have been festering within the Targaryen clan itself and POVs from some of the closest families around them helping them rule. So, if it was me writing this, the POVs would have been: • Alicent - for the Hightowers POV, to see things through her lends and because of the important role she will have as a Queen in the future and as the head of one of the factions. • Rhaenyra - She will be the heir, one of the main claimants to the throne, and the head of the other main faction. • Daemon - self-explanatory. Playing his own partition/having his own ambition and need to be in power. • Corlys - to have a POV for the Velaryons and to highlight their side of the story and their narrative as a clan close to power. I would have made the Velaryons more politically savvy and Corlys primarily working with the sole perspective of preserving and consolidating the Velaryons' place of power/closeness to the Throne. As a whole, the Velaryons and Corlys' allegiance will clearly and only be for the Velaryon's name and clan. I would also use that POV to illustrate the Velaryons tinge of resentment towards Viserys and towards the dismissive way House Targaryen have treated them since Aemon's death. • Criston - POV of a lower-class man of Dornish descent getting into the heart of power and having to navigates its difficulties with his set of believes and morals, and how being in the middle of all this impacts his decisions and his ambition for the ascension of House Cole to a more prominent social status.

Using Season 1 as a set-up Season and not rush with catastrophic and mismanaged times skips: Season one should have really been a set-up season, taking the time to really put the foundations into place, while having enough belief in the story to give it the time needed to develop naturally. I believe that it is important to pose the base that the fracture in the clan Targaryen and with the Velaryons have been created since Aemon Targaryen's death which, according to me, is truly the start of this whole succession crisis. The Dance is just the poorly managed resultant of the whole process, seeping through several generations of resentment and hatred for one another. This will also completely negate all the stupid arguments I have seen online of 'if Viserys had married Laena, all this will not have happened'. This is because the show writers have failed the only-show fans who have no clues that the Velaryons have already threatened war during the whole Rhaenys vs Viserys ordeal. It would also emphasise the reason why it was important for Viserys to not shun the Velaryons and to keep a close alliance with them and would explain the reason why Vaemond became that adamant and not too keen on letting Rhaenyra's bastard usurp their ancestral throne. If only the Velaryons were taken seriously by the writers and not solely used as tokens and brownie points to prop-up Saint Rhaenyra?

Being aware of tokenism, bigotry and of anachronistic representations: This show seems to have been written by people who appear completely oblivious to how careful they should have been with how to manage negative stereotypes.

Avoiding Tokenism: From a standpoint of a Black woman like myself, the way the Velaryons were written was quite insulting. The showrunners/writers seem completely oblivious to how bad it looked to have the only House cast as Black being completely subservient, usurped and abused by their white-coded Targaryen counterparts, with no protest from most of them. The only one of them who protested – Vaemond - was villainised by the narrative and was made to say a misogynistic slur to justify his murder in open court. Murder which has no further consequence in the narrative. These showrunners/writers seem to not understand the racial implications that this casting choice creates in this world and seem completely ignorant to how to organically integrate that change into the narration and how to prevent stereotyping those race-swapped characters, so to not reduce the Velaryons to mere tokens. As a result, the writing made the Velaryons act like complete idiots devoid of any sense of pragmatism, strategic mindset, or political intellect, in a world that literally demands those characteristics of the people playing the game of throne. And the way Rhaenyra’s relationship to them was written also reeks of racist undertones. Overall, the way the Velaryons were written just demonstrates the ignorance and the shallowness we have behind this show and highlights the fact that the race-swapping was only made for aesthetic purposes and for some veneer of visual racial diversity.

And the best example to illustrate that vile treatments of the Velaryons is the way Laena and her daughters were written - not that Laenor or Corlys or Vaemond were spared either - but the treatment inflicted onto those female characters, now made WoC, represent better the showrunners/writer’s deep misogynoir, to which I am sure, they are completely oblivious. Laena's role and arc in the source material was completely butchered and diminished, by rewriting and reducing a feminine, beloved and desired (in her marriage to Daemon) woman - seduced and brazenly wanted by Daemon as his wife in F&B - into some teenager seducing the grown man Daemon, all while he only had eyes for the White girl Rhaenyra, actively feeding into the stereotypes about girls of colour growing up faster, having to be needy and desperate for men attention, and having to seek out male attention to be noticed. I mean, as if Laena was not beautiful enough for a man to notice her without her having to throw herself at him? But it doesn't stop there. They managed to erase her relationship with Rhaenyra, reducing it all to some repulsive scenario of pitting two women against each other for a man, the complete opposite of what happened in the source material, in addition of making Laena the ‘other woman’, the lesser desired one, and the unwanted wife, in her relationship with Daemon. And let not forget the trauma-porn inflicted on her WoC body in that violent and traumatic death, which is a complete bastardisation of an invented only-show concept of “a woman dying a dragon rider death” - whatever that means. Apparently, once Laena became mixed-race in the show, she became some thirsty, miserable, completely isolated woman, willing to go along with only being good enough as a second choice to her white husband, and dies violently by suicide instead of the beloved and cherished woman full of strength and humanity we have in her white woman depiction from F&B. The same abhorrent treatment was inflicted onto Baela and Rhaena, both written as some wallpapers and empty headed mute dolls with no layered personalities and no real wants of their owns, just willing to go along with anything, even to their own detriment (this includes Rhaenyra’s bastards sons taking precedent over them for Driftmark), as long as it favors and bolsters the causes and the ambition of Rhaenyra - the woman their father married just few weeks after their mother's funeral.

Avoiding Bigoted depictions:

a) Some of the tokenism arguments can also be applied to the showrunners/writers’ decision to depict Ser Criston Cole as a brown man of Dornish descent, which already comes with its own in-world racial undertones, while being very hell-bent on portraying his character as an emotional, thuggish, and resentment-driven character, who got his positions as hand-me-downs from two white women, instead of the intelligent, calculated man, always in control of his emotions, and above all, driven by ambition, and who got to the highest position of knighthood in Westeros by the merits of his own competence, as he was described as in his White-coded version in F&B. This illustrates once more the showrunners/writers’ incapability of understanding the tokenistic nature of their racial representation. Also, maybe unaware, and oblivious to their own bigotry on display in what they were implying here, the showrunners/writers went with the problematic trope of the savage, misogynist, and violent brown man for this character. And the fact that they decided to deliberately frame this brown man as some misogynist and vindictive man, unreasonable and unjustified in his anger towards his sexual predator when he is the victim of sexual assault in that “Rhaenyra’s sexual empowerment” episode, just disgusts me. As if his feelings and the shame he felt from the whole ordeal the next day, as a person, was to be dismissed or worst, mocked. The optics of the showrunners narratively dismissing his trauma while they have decided to change his race in the show, just highlights once more the racist undertone we have in the writing of some of the characters in this show. It also illustrates how out of touch the people behind this show are when it comes to representing power and racial dynamisms in a sensible way.

b) Larys Strong is the first disabled character we see on screen with his clubfoot and someone in the writing room though that it was a great idea to then transform him into some deviant sexual predator who gets off by fetishizing FEET. You cannot make this up! The showrunners/writers also butchered his character by making him the confirmed and sole murderer of his father and brother, when in the books, 3 other characters, Corlys, Viserys and Daemon, were also plausible culprits for that crime - but they are all Team Black so better whitewash them all and put it all on the disabled and only Team Green character that was also under suspicions for this murder. And all to see Alicent’s feet, ladies, and gentlemen! Instead of the enigmatic, calculated, and ambitious character we have depicted in F&B, the showrunners/writers made Larys Strong into some outdated caricature and despicable representation of a disabled character, embodiment of all of the devious and negative traits, by equating being disabled with being devious in morality and mentally. It is just a vile way to represent disabled characters, quite akin to the way they were viewed in medieval times as bearer of bad intentions/evilness, which also confirms the ableism and the hollow activism we have behind the scenes of this show.

Avoiding anachronistic representations:

a) Equating Alicent to a 'Woman for Trump' - a misogynist and reductive slur used within a very 21st century USA political discourse - while portraying a woman supposed to be within a setting mirroring medieval Europe, just shows the lack of culture, and of historical knowledge we have in this writers’ room.

b) Anachronistic girl boss characterisation: Rhaenys is written as a vessel to peddle nonsensical 21st century notions of White feminism, a hollow wannabe and anachronistic girl boss, spouting anachronistic speeches, while the show completely removed any agencies from most female characters, and took strong female characters from the original story and turned them into some victims of situations, none of their own doing of course, who constantly cry and are afraid of making any decisions, all while most of their negative traits are given to the male characters, absolute monsters and responsible for all woes that afflict the female characters. Also, Rhaenyra is whitewashed into some girl boss and some absurd notion of a ‘modern politician’ - modern in which historical period, no one knows – who spouts drivels like ‘when I am queen, I will make a new order’, to brazenly pander to Daenerys’ fanbase, when both women are nothing alike, except for the fact that both are Targaryen women.

4. Follow the source material and not thematically rewrite the Dance:

No Aegon I prophecy or dream. Maintain the Targaryens as the ruthless colonialists they are instead of trying to justify their reason to brutally colonise a whole continent. As a person from the African continent, this is not the kind of rhetoric I would like to see peddle, justifying colonisation in the name of some superior purpose.

No white stag apparition coming to anoint our Saint Disneyesque Girlboss Rhaenyra to rule. This is insulting to the intellect of people who want to see complex storytelling.

Completely rewrite the dreadful Episode 9 and make it as close as possible to the book’s depiction of the Green Council.

No Girlboss moment for Rhaenys, murdering hundreds of peasants and ruining Aegon’s coronation.

Erasing that bullshit about Alicent confusing Viserys last words and make the Green reason to crown Aegon and Helaena based on tradition and precedents, as in F&B, and not based on some feeble concept such as the King’s word. We are not in an Absolute Monarchy here, but the uncultured idiots we have behind this show don’t even know the difference.

Not erasing fat women representation with Rhaenyra and Helaena when you claim to be such ‘feminist’ and ‘inclusive’ show. Where is the inclusion of different female body shapes? Or are they not worthy of representation? Instead, we have one of your showrunners (the incompetent Sara Hess) using fatphobic language to make it seem like it is weird for a woman’s body to evolve after several pregnancies.

Showing women on the Green side (Alicent or Helaena) going through their pregnancies and giving birth.

Not erasing Helaena in her own coronation.

Not infantilising Helaena and making her a side character in some other characters story (Aegon, Jace).

Showing the Green kids with their dragons in Season 1. As it was portrayed in HotD, most casual viewers don’t realise that in real Targaryen fashion, those kids should have their dragons around them in most official displays (side eyeing the whole dragon pit debacle here).

Where is Sunfyre and a clear view of Dreamfyre?

Making Vhagar roar when Aemond eye was slashed.

Making one of the adult correct Baela’s and Rhaena’s wrong assumption that Aemond stole Vhagar. Why did the incompetent showrunners/writers even insinuate that foolishness in the first place without having one of the adults rectify the Dragon lore? We all know that it was to paint Aemond as the villain in this situation.

Making it more evident that Rhaenyra meant torture when she said, ‘sharply questioned’.

Why was Daeron and Maelor absent?

Not making the Dragon/owner bond murkier with that shitty and useless singing session from Daemon in Episode 10, when it is canon that one rider cannot have 2 dragons at the same time to ride. Surely Daemon, as verse into Valyrian lore as they proclaim him to be, should be aware of that. This is just confusing the casual viewers.

Using Mushroom's accounts for both the Greens and the Blacks – if I am using them at all.

Not erasing Mysaria’s miscarriage as it is part of her characterisation.

Not claiming to wanting to make a 50/50 adaptation when BTS the showrunner Ryan Condal is using gobbledygook such as ‘they made Aegon usurps his sister Rhaenyra’s throne’, when, by all Westerosi tradition and precedents, Aegon could not usurp what is already lawfully his as the first-born son of the King.

For the book version of the Dance, I don’t have much to change to be honest:

I would have significantly toned down the Daemon’s fest.

I would have made the Velaryon more neutral or playing both sides, with a strategic splitting of the House to support both sides.

I would have made some of the Houses change team, like for example, making the Royces in the Vale side with the Greens, splitting the allegiances in the Vale, to better illustrate how profoundly divided the whole Realm becomes with the war of succession.

The Redwynes (which I would have made the maternal side of Alicent) and most of the Reach would have sided with the Greens.

I would have betrothed Daeron to one of the other powerful Houses in the Reach.

No Wolf Hour.

No army pulled out of nowhere in the Riverlands after Aemond reduces them to crisp. Instead, some part of the Vale army would make the bulk of it.

Finally, no Jaehaera death. That was just petty and quite stupid writing from GRRM with no logical justification as to why she needed to die. No need for the “most sexy 6 years old” to ever exist in the story.

Jaehaera and Aegon III will have their children, who mostly have no real impact on the Targaryen line anyways, apart from Daena the Defiant who gave birth to House Blackfyre.

#house of the dragon #hotd critical #alicent hightower #team green #pro team green #anti rhaenyra targaryen #bad writing #questionable writing choices #mediocre writing at the same level as got season 7 and 8

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vaguely-concerned · 3 years ago

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it's been a couple of days since I watched 'first contact' now, but I am still haunted by the definite vibe through that whole thing that jigen's laser focus on taking down lupin is like... either he's trying to kill lupin because lupin is the first thing that's made him feel anything in a long time (true 'I just felt like destroying something beautiful' undertones lol, also worth noting that the red of lupin's blood on the broken window is the first time any kind of strong colour is introduced to jigen's 'world' in that first scene), he's trying to use lupin as the proverbial sword to fall on in a roundabout way he won't have to acknowledge to himself or the world, or he's going for a gambit where he's betting on both sides of the coin and the outcome doesn't matter, because either he will take down lupin and return to the unbearable grey soulless perfection of being the world's best gunman tm, undefeated, or he won't be around to have to feel it anymore, and either way I think he'd end up about the same level of spiritually dead inside.

and then lupin just keeps doing absolutely WILD yet non-violent shit in response every time they meet after that until he startles awake from that deadened state enough to realize those are not his only options. lupin literally clowned jigen back to life. inspirational

#like there's Stuff percolating in my head about this I want to write the full Gay version of this lol #(by the movie's own admission the narrative had been filtered to try and seduce a lady they gave me the leeway)#lupin iii #daisuke jigen #jigen x lupin #this fed into a lot of the thematic stuff that's in my feels about jigen so like my head and my heart is full #I forgot he actually even tells lupin to 'go first' during their duel as well jesus christ I don't think it's a very subtle thing #also I know. I know that this series cannot stand up to a close reading the vast majority of the time. but I do think #it might just be significant that at the beginning jigen shoots at a fake hollow representation of a 'sexy lady'#and a dude jumps out of there who goes on to light his cigarettes and generally be the item of obsession lol #me in academic voice: you see lupin's inflatable sexy lady disguise is a symbol of compulsory heterosexuality. this man is gay #I do love how INVENTIVE lupin is in this one tho with all his tinkering and little gadgets #also his partner courtship is so dogged and earnest haha that scene where they drive past the federal gold reserve??#telling him about his DREAM which is what they do at the end of the movie? 'I know I could nail it if it was with you'??????#this poor dude he's trying so hard to scrape together a found family while everyone's wanting to kill each other #may I also mention the inexplicable cherry blossoms during jigen and goemon's duel. like what am I supposed to do with this #watch this movie. goemon cuts lightning in half. some real shitty depictions of black people at one point tho be warned #also some brief gross stuff with fujiko but like. *sigh* what else is new

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wordgirlprompts · 3 years ago

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Becky/Wordgirl invents a third persona for the purposes of clandestine spying on the villains via signing up to assist them with their schemes; she rapidly becomes the most beloved and appreciated minion in the whole Fair City villainous underbelly, and Charlie, Meatloaf, General Smoochington, and Leslie all try and make her go away.

Hehehe villain found family lol

- The villain's schemes and plans have been getting more and more difficult to outmach. Its actually becoming more of a challenge to beat them which is the last thing Wordgirl wants. So as she was venting this to Scoops and Violet, Scoops piped up and put in his few cents on the matter. "Why don't you go undercover to gather information? A lot of my favorite journalists did that too get info they otherwise couldn't get otherwise.". Which this imediatly sprang a lightbulb into Wordgirl's head.

- With some training from Scoops on what and what not to do as a villain and a information gathering spy, they eventually came up with Becky's new third identity. Melony the Minion. A young girl who's a fair city villains fan who wants nothing more then to be just like her favorite villains, in that she applies to as many villains as she can and then spreads her appointments throughout the week Including weekends (But also trying to stay away from villains who might know her as Becky, so she tries to keep her distance from Victoria, Tobey and Eileen.)

- She basically wears whatever the villain's want her to as uniforms, so with Twobrains she wears the standard uniform like Charlie and Meatloaf, with Butcher she wears a little butcher's uniform with a white apron and paper hat, with Chuck she doesn't wear a uniform and just wears whatever she wants (Which is usually just her standard clothes, but with a hoodie, fake glasses and her hair in a ponytail.), with Mr Big she wears a fancy suit, and with all the others she wears whatever she wants.

- Her job consists of carrying heavy objects, remind her bosses of important tasks, going on errands, helping out with chores in Chuck’s case, answering Ms Question’s questions, locking Dave out of the copy shop so he doesn’t mess with LRW’s copier (Sabotage their plans) etc.

- Whammer tries too teach her how too wham, it goes as well as you expect.

- “Melony” had this spirit and can do attitude about her that just made her a pleasant presence to be around, always lit up a room over time. She was a great conversationalist, always had a quip for everything, always had something to add to the conversation and it was like talking to an old friend.

- Soon she became more then a minion in the villain’s and Becky’s pov. Chuck would invite her to play videogames with him, Twobrains would invite her to watch TV dramas with him just like he would do with Meatloaf and Charlie (Though most of the time, they would just complain on all the inaccuracies in the show or movie), when Mr Big found out she had a passion for horse figurines he started buying some for her here and there. Becky on the other hand is honestly having fun with all this, as long as she signs out when the project is nearly done, she can swoop in as Wordgirl and stop them. It was like playing pretend for her then an undercover mission

- Becky has been noticing glares from Leslie lately, she kinda jocked it up too her worrying Melony taking her job away from her as Mr Big’s 2nd in command (which Becky has no intention on doing so since this mission is only temporary). But once they had a time alone together without Mr Big in the room, Leslie bellowed “So Wordgirl, how long do you plan too keep working in villainy”

- Becky forgot Leslie was the one with the only braincell in the show

“Whhhaaat? Pbtff I’m not Wordgirl, I mean why would Wordgirl work for a bunch of villains, doesn’t that kinda go against her whole thing. Didn’t think of you as a joker, Leslie.”

“That’s what’s i’v been asking, Wordgirl. You’re the number one most respected minion in the whole Fair City criminal underbelly. I mean there wasn’t one until you showed up but still. Surely you would have quit while you were ahead considering you’ve most likely memorized our patterns by now.”

“It started off that way… But I don’t know in all honesty. I guess even though this is like my third secret life so far, i feel more like myself then I am when i’m Wordgirl. For a criminal underbelly, everyone is pretty laid back and nice too each other in their own way. I don’t want too pursue villainy, don’t get me wrong! But this has been strangely therapeutic. I guess a downside is I have too fight myself not too correct mispronunciation or define words heh… Are you going too tell the others?”

“I appreciate the extra help, so i’m going too enjoy this while it lasts. Also i’v tried, no one listens to me because they like you too much. Actually all the minions and 2nd in commands in the city have tried getting rid of you.”

“Even Meatloaf and Charlie?!”

“Especially those two.”

“How did they know??”

“I told everyone because you have the same voice, same hair/eye color and same spunk. Also no child can lift a ten ton crate of machinery.”

“Remind me too never go near you when i’m in my other secret identity.”

- This was a sign Becky had too resign from being a minion, it was fun and educational but the fact all underlings have been trying too get rid of her was a sign that she should leave before things get ugly. She had too lie and say she was transferring to a different city. Some villain bosses just sadly asked too call them once in a while and too not be a stranger.

- Just so you know Bob protested this from the very beginning, I just didn’t know what too do with him

Maybe I should make more dialogue for this ask because cute villain and Wordgirl interactions are just immediate euphoria for me

#Wordgirl #Prompt ask #Becky Botsford #leslie wordgirl #Todd Scoops Ming #mr big wordgirl #Dr Twobrains #lady redundant woman #chuck the evil sandwich making guy #Violet Heaslip #idk who else too add

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jester-w-n0n4m3 · 6 months ago

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Dear lord I just woke up and got hit with the biggest brick of text ever 😭😭😭😭😭

Imma use Calupoh, my one and only cold oc that I have

Spoiler alert: he's a mess 💅💅💅💅

I forgot to tag ppl 😭😭😭

@owlcomics101 @ryan-velikan @kemonthescot

Bold what applies to your OC

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helliontherapscallion · 3 years ago

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A Surrealistic Life (Adrenaline Junkie Part 17)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: swearing, derealization, depression, grief, blood, mentions of death, nightmares, panic attacks

Word count: 3,385

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You cried in Philza’s arms for hours on end until you couldn’t cry anymore. Your head was left pounding and your throat scratchy from the loud crying, but you didn’t care. Nothing mattered anymore, without Arthur you were nothing. The past two and a half years just- just didn’t exist. Your mind was still reeling, the words ‘will you always be with me?’ echoing through your mind constantly filling you with guilt.

With one last shuddering inhale, you separated yourself from Philza and wiped at the tears that had long since dried on your face. His eyes, vigilant as ever, scanned your form looking for any sign of distress. In his eyes, you saw pity and grief. This angered you, you didn’t need his pity; you were long past the point of pitiful glances. Well, you were, he wasn’t.

You purse your lips as you watch his eyes flick between your wing and where your other wing was supposed to be. Sorrow flashes in his eyes before he looks back at you with a small, painfully fake smile. With one hand, he gently pushes your shoulder down back onto the bed and stands up.

“I’ll be back, you get some rest.”

With the slightest hint of a nod, you watched as he lingered in the doorway before hesitantly walking out of your room. After he left your room, you locked the door behind him. That door remained locked for weeks on end, every knock or attempt at conversation was never answered by you. Their words were nothing but background noise in the back of your mind.

Instead of responding, you would lay in bed staring at the ceiling with unfocused eyes thinking about nothing but everything you’ve lost. Only occasionally you would leave your room to attend to your most basic needs when you were sure that everybody was asleep or out of the house.

The days meshed together as your thoughts consume you in a whirlwind of unorganized messes. Several times, you’ve worked yourself into panic attacks and paranoia filled spiraling because you didn’t know what was real anymore.

Being left alone with your thoughts was something that you always avoided by constantly tinkering with contraptions, your thoughts wandered off to places that greatly disturbed you. But now, you let those thoughts wash over you without a care. Your dreams reflected this; they were plagued with images of Arthur looking up at you with large puppy dog eyes and a large smile before he would be sucked into darkness screaming for you to help him, to do anything, but you were always glued in place leaving you to watch helplessly as he left you over and over again.

Another common one you would have is Arthur getting lost in a bellowing snowstorm in the dead of night. You would be wandering through thick snow calling his name until you would come across a small, pale hand peeking out of an abnormal lump of snow; dread would always fill you during those dreams, it was a parent’s worst nightmare to lose their child.

Other dreams, though very rare, would be pleasant; whether they were about you and Arthur whistling a small tune as you both invented something or a small picnic on the cliff laughing freely into the air, you would always wake up in the mornings prepared to greet him and cook breakfast with him. It wasn’t until you moved your right arm and found that it had limited mobility that you realized that everything was a dream.

You hated those dreams, they always gave you a false sense of hope that everything was okay. Nothing is okay, absolutely nothing.

You refused to believe that… whatever was going on didn’t happen; Philza had said that the last few years had been fake, something that your mind had made up as some form of coping mechanism, but who’s to say that this isn’t a hallucination as well? Both your experiences felt completely different from each other, this reality could be the hallucination for all you knew.

The only thing on your mind was how you needed to get back to Arthur in any possible way you could. If Arthur didn’t exist in this reality, you didn’t want to be in it. You need him and he needs you, you didn’t want to imagine a reality without him. If you got yourself into this by dying, perhaps that was your ticket back to him. Perhaps there was a way to reverse this.

You were going to get your son back, and you were going to die trying.

Until then, you just have to wait out your family. They’d just stop you in the end and you couldn’t have that. You’d have to put on an act that you were perfectly fine and that would entail inventing everything over again, but you were fine with that; if you made it once, you can make it again.

With a newfound sense of purpose, you searched your closet for your old cloak but then you remembered you got your cloak weeks after your first death. Groaning to yourself, you settled for your old bomber jacket. The slits in the back of it wouldn’t cover your nub, so you awkwardly tucked it underneath the fabric of the cloth. It shot pain down your spine, but you shook it off; the pain was something you could handle, you’ve had worse.

Without another thought, you quietly left your room with only one destination in mind.

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You softly padded down the basement stairs towards your workshop. When you arrived at the bottom of the stairs, you paused and looked around. The walls that were once covered with sloppy sketches and words written in two different handwritings, both equally as messy and rushed, were barren for the most part; you forgot that the walls were painted an off white color. Your filing cabinets were gone, replaced with cardboard boxes containing old clothes and toys with thick layers of dust sitting peacefully on top of them. The crafting table sat in the corner of the room wasn’t worn, in fact it looked brand new, not a scratch could be seen on the surface.

Everything was wrong.

You numbly walked over to your desk and picked up the paper that laid on it, holding it up to the light. It was the first draft to your TNT launcher. The sight of the crude, minimal sketches made you cringe, it was far too messy; you had no idea how you could make out what your sloppy handwriting pointed to or what materials were supposed to go where.

You dropped the paper and let it flutter to the floor without a care. Your eyes flickered over the desk and eyed the notebook sitting on top of a stack of spare papers. A spark of hope ignited inside of you, this was the notebook Arthur so often doodled in with different ideas of what could be invented.

You snatched it and flipped the front cover over with haste. A wide smile stretched your lips when you caught sight of the small handwriting that littered the page. It was yours, but you had given it to Arthur so that he could learn and copy from your early years. It was perfect for a blueprint template, neat and organized.

However as you flipped through the book, your smile dropped and the little hope that flared in your chest was snuffed out. You stared at the blank page as frustration built up inside of you. Before you knew it, you threw the notebook at the opposite wall as hard as you could. You were left standing in the middle of the cold basement with your chest heaving and your teeth gritted.

Everything was so wrong. So, so wrong.

You heard footsteps thunder down the stairs before they came to a stop behind you. Hesitant footsteps made their way over to you, you didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was.

“(Y/n)? Is everything-”

“Nothing is okay, Tommy,” you gritted out, “absolutely nothing about this is okay.”

He said nothing as he walked around you and put his hand on your clenched fist, his fingers curling around yours and opening your hand. Your palm stung slightly as you glanced down at it. Four small, crescent shaped cuts were imprinted on your skin slowly starting to glisten with blood.

Huffing, you ripped your hand out of his grasp and glanced at his face. You caught yourself doing a double take as you saw just how innocent he looked. No sign of hidden pain in his shining blue eyes, no scars littering his skin, and the bags that once made him look years older was nonexistent. He was your annoying, gremlin of a little brother again. He was Tommy again.

You watched as his eyebrows furrowed and his head tilted slightly, “why are you looking at me like that?”

“No reason,” you breathed out before you shook your head trying to rid your mind of your frustrations, “no reason at all…”

He awkwardly coughed and nodded slightly, “right…”

You cleared your throat and glanced off to the side at the book laying on the floor. Tommy’s eyes followed where you were looking and went to pick it up. You felt a twinge in your heart as he started to flip through it much like you did earlier. He looked up at you with furrowed brows, “why’d you throw this? What’d the book do to you?” He jokingly asked you.

“It didn’t do anything and that’s the problem,” you mumbled out before you snatched the book out of his hands and tossed it into the trash can.

“Why are you acting so weird? I know you just died and all, but you never let that notebook out of your sight and now you’re just tossing it into the bin!” Tommy fished it out of the trash can and haphazardly placed it back onto your desk on top of the stack of unused paper. You could feel your eye twitch at it’s placement before you threw it away again.

“Leave it there, I don’t want it. I won’t need it anymore anyways,” you murmured under your breath.

“Why wouldn’t you need it- wait, don’t tell me you’re quitting working with redstone. Cuz I’ll have you know that you’re going to be the best goddamned inventor this gods forsaken world has ever known and-”

“I’m not going to quit,” you interrupted him, “trust me, I’ll need whatever I can make. I just… don’t need it anymore, I already know exactly what I need to make.” I can’t stand the sight of Arthur’s notebook so empty and blank your mind supplied yourself.

He tilted his head slightly, “even without the bluepri-”

“Even without the blueprints,” you curtly nodded and automatically turned to look at the bulletin board hanging above your desk only to sigh when you once again saw that it was barren. “I made these things thousands of times before, I know what I’m doing,” your gaze zeroed in on the half finished blueprint for your automatic crossbow, “I’ll just make them again.”

Tommy once again looked at you with furrowed brows and inquisitive eyes, you could just see the curiosity and confusion swimming around in his baby blue orbs, “what do you mean, you literally only have one prototype of everything on here.”

“You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you, so just drop it.” You hadn’t meant to snap at him like that, but the frustration was just too overwhelming to ignore. Just as you could see him start to get dejected from the corner of your eye, you made quick work of changing the subject.

“You know, I could hear what you said when I wasn’t awake. I really appreciated the music, it was a nice change of pace.”

He tensed before his eyes were drawn to the empty space over your shoulder. His breath hitched slightly as a sorrowful look appeared in his eyes. Looking back at you, he grabbed your shoulder and pulled you into a tight hug. You didn’t struggle against him despite your frustrations, you knew he needed you right now. You could still remember how broken he was when you were unconscious. The way his lip wobbled slightly before he hugged you reminded you of Arthur.

You gently hugged him back and wrapped your wing around him. He gripped you tighter, his breath shuddering as wetness started to hit your head. You said nothing as you started to hum and run your fingers along his back tracing out patterns without a particular one in mind.

Eventually, he pulled away from you and chuckled sardonically, wiping his tears away with a fist, “you’re the one who died and I’m the one being comforted. Gods, it’s pathetic.”

“It’s okay to feel emotions, Tommy. You should never bottle them up, it sounded like you needed a good hug anyways. I’m happy to give you that,” you softly told him.

He said nothing as he crossed his arms and shifted on his feet, avoiding your gaze. For a moment, your tall brother was replaced by a short, red haired boy wearing that same expression. You purse your lips in thought, your previous frustrations completely gone and replaced with an urge to comfort him or at least distract him. Though a deep sadness dragged your body down at the thought of Arthur, Tommy just reminded you too much of him. It was eerily uncanny in your opinion.

Ideas swarmed your head as you thought back to how you comforted Arthur when he fell down. Besides talking to him, you would always teach him something; knowledge to Arthur is- was like a sponge absorbing water. It gave him a distraction to whatever got him down, maybe that would work for Tommy as well.

Wordlessly, you walked over to your desk and gestured for him to follow you. You plopped him into your office chair and pulled one of the cardboard boxes up to the desk. In the process, you grabbed your gloves, goggles, and everything you would need to set up a simple timed piston. The smallest spark of happiness flashed inside you as you saw that your resources were fully stocked.

“What are you doing?”

“Well, Tommy, I’m going to show you how to set up one of my favorite redstone mechanisms. Put these on,” you handed him the gloves and goggles and watched as he put them on. The goggles were a bit small on him, but besides that, everything fit him.

“Now, you’re going to want to…”

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Hours passed as you both worked together on the contraption. Slowly, you could see Tommy loosening up and making more jokes, successfully distracted. However, you didn’t expect yourself to follow suit. Laughter came easier to you whenever Tommy would joke around, your troubles long forgotten.

It took a little longer than you were used to, but eventually Tommy started to follow along with the precision you’d expect from a beginner. Slowly but surely, with many mistakes along the way, there was a working piston system sitting on the desk.

Tommy triumphantly laughed into the air as he watched the pistons work in tandem with one another. You laughed alongside him and ruffled his hair, “nice job, Artie! I knew you could do it!”

Tommy completely stopped and looked at you in confusion, “‘Artie’? Who’s that?”

You completely froze in place, you hadn’t meant to call him Artie. He was Tommy, he was your blond little brother, not your ginger son. Tommy was his own person, he was Tommy, not Arthur. You mentally scolded yourself for constantly mixing the two up.

“Artie is- well, he’s just… Arthur is my old friend,” you stammered out after tripping over your words clumsily. Tommy couldn’t find out about Arthur, nobody could. That’d just ruin your plan.

He snorted, “sure, ‘old friend’. You know, if Dad finds out that you’re dating someone he’d ground you for life.”

“I’d never date anybody, you know that,” you scolded him with your nose wrinkled in disgust. “He’s just an old friend and you remind me of him.”

“Well, old friend or not, he sounds amazing if I remind you of him!”

You smiled sadly as your mind flashed to images of Arthur at various points in his life, “he really was, you would’ve loved him, Tommy. He might’ve been the best person I’ve ever met.”

“Why don’t you tell me about him? I can preen your wings-” Tommy abruptly stopped himself and looked like he’d just accidentally kicked a puppy, looking at you with wide eyes and red tinted cheeks.

Just as he started opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water, you chuckled at his expression, “you’re fine, Tommy. It’s just going to take some time for you to get used to this,” you shifted your wing and cringed at the uncomfortable feeling. You haven’t preened your wings since before you left for the cave nearly two months ago, and your wing was a mess of bent and loose feathers. “I’d… actually like a good preening, are you sure you know how to do it?”

“Please,” he scoffed before pushing you to sit down in your desk chair, “I’ve seen you and Dad do it to each other thousands of times, I think I know what I’m doing.”

“That isn’t how that- you know what? Just go ahead. Make sure you get any loose feathers and straighten them out,” you stretched your wing out and hoped for the best. Tommy surprisingly did a decent job of straightening out feathers, he just had to work on distinguishing loose feathers from intact feathers (you were now missing a couple of smaller feathers).

The entire time, you were telling him how amazing your boy was. Sure, you might’ve overexaggerated just a little bit, but Arthur was certainly someone that deserved the praise. That kid was something else, truly a prodigy at both redstone and compassion. Leaving out the fact that Arthur was your adopted son and that he was ten years old was a little hard, but you managed to avoid that.

You could tell that Tommy knew something was different about you, but you guessed that he just assumed the changes were because of your death and not because you were technically two and a half years older than you physically are.

When he was done, you looked at your wing and you were pleasantly surprised at how well he did; sure there were a few loose feathers and they were partially crooked, but you could tell that Tommy did his best with them.

“Thanks, Toms,” you smiled at him after you tucked your wing back in, “I really appreciate you doing that, it was starting to bother me.”

“It’s no problem,” he puffed out his chest in pride, “I told you I knew what I was doing.”

“And I’m sorry for ever doubting you. Who knows, maybe Dad’ll let you do his wings next.”

“Oh gods no,” Tommy shuddered slightly, “his are massive and he has two of them! If doing yours took me an hour and a half, I’d hate to see how long it’d take me to do his.”

You cringed, remembering the last time you preened his wings. Though you were experienced, it had taken you two full hours for each wing. “Yeah, his wings are huge. Gods, I hope my wing doesn’t get to be that size.” Though they grew to be nowhere near Philza’s wingspan when you were in that reality, you weren’t sure if yours was going to be larger or smaller than what they were.

Just as Tommy was about to open his mouth to respond to you, Wilbur’s voice echoed down the stairwell, “Tommy, dinnertime!”

“Well c’mon then, let’s go. I’ll race you there,” was all Tommy said to you before he bolted up the stairs with a booming laugh, skipping every third step. You could feel your heart stop when he almost tripped on one of the stairs because he skipped too many. Rushing after him, you shouted at him, “Tommy, walk! You’re going to break your neck if you keep running up and down the stairs!”

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alexandra-emerson · 3 years ago

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Harmony Drabble

This Harmony Drabble was for today’s Wacky Wednesday AU on the HHr Discord Server. Prompt: “In which Harry or Hermione leave the Wizarding World after the war for reasons... But of course, someone never gave up hope in finding them.”

Hermione was reading on the steps of the New York Public Library, enjoying an unseasonably warm day. “Hermione?”

Her heart stopped. She knew that voice. She’d know that voice anywhere. And the fact that she was hearing it now could only mean one thing: She was going mad.

Finally, after two years of grieving for him, after running away and leaving her family, her home, her friends, and even her magic behind, Hermione’s mind had created him for her, probably in an effort to give her the thing she missed most.

She closed her eyes and several tears fell onto the book in her lap, then her hands started to shake. She needed to get out of here, back to the safety of her flat. “Hermione,” the voice repeated, sounding closer this time, but she couldn’t look. She knew what she’d see, an image of him looking just as he should – wearing Muggle clothes, slightly older, not as thin and ragged as he’d looked during the war.

Her mind was a powerful thing and she knew it was trying to help her, but it hurt so much and she just wished she could turn it off sometimes. Hermione was rushing down the street, nearly jogging now, when someone caught her arm. “Hermione.”

She stopped in place, frozen. This was a first. Her visions of him had never touched her before. She turned around and as soon as she saw him, she knew immediately he was real. The countless shades of green in his eyes, she’d never remembered them quite right. His signature half-smile, she hadn’t got the angle correct in her visions. And when he spoke, saying simply, “Hi,” she knew this was too perfect. Her mind couldn’t have invented this.

Hermione looked down, unable to look at him for any longer. “You’re dead,” she whispered. “You were killed in the final battle. And when you died –” Her voice broke so she finished the rest of the sentence in her head, – I died. I broke. I forgot how to be.

Harry started talking in a rush. “It was fake. It’s a really long story, but McGonagall gave me this out, a way to make a clean break and I-”

“-left,” she finished for him. “You left.”

“I left,” he said sadly, tears stinging his eyes.

“You left us.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, I thought it was better if-”

“You left me!” she shouted. “I never left you and you left me!”

“Hermione, I –”

Smack! She slapped him as hard as she could, then turned and ran the rest of the way home. As soon as she was in her flat, she slunk down onto the floor and collapsed into sobs.

She’d felt sad when she thought he was taken from her. He’d fought so hard and won the war, and then, impossibly, been struck by a stray curse right at the end. That had been sad and even now, two years later, she wasn’t over it. But this – knowing he’d left willingly – there were no words for this. Desolation, grief, devastation, none of those seemed like enough.

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That night, for the first time since Hermione had run away, an owl appeared outside her window. She hadn’t seen an owl in ages and fumbled through the process of retrieving the letter and sending the bird away. She’d hidden so well but somehow, impossibly, Harry had found her. She wasn’t very surprised. He was the sort of person who was able to do anything he set his mind to. She opened the letter and began to read.

Hermione,

When the war ended, I was done, completely spent, and I had to get away. So when McGonagall faked my death and gave me a chance to start fresh, I took it. But I only lasted on my own for a month.

I returned to England and sought Ron out and he told me you’d escaped to America, changed your name, and were living in the Muggle world. I tried to live with him in his flat for a few weeks and restart my life, but I couldn’t, so I moved to America and started looking for you.

You’re really good at hiding, which is why it took me nearly two years to find you, but I would have kept looking, even if it had taken me ten, twenty, or a hundred years. Because I realized something, a truth that was hovering near the edges of my mind for years, something that took losing you to bring to light – I love you. More than that, I need you. I need you to be me, Hermione, and I think maybe you feel the same way too.

I’m so so so sorry. Please forgive me,

-Harry

After Hermione finished the letter, she took a deep breath, then crossed the room to the front door. When she opened it, Harry was sitting in the hall, just as she knew he’d be. “Hi,” he said, tentatively rising to his feet.

He stood there quiet, several feet away, probably wanting to be out of range of another slap. “Do you want to come in?” she asked eventually.

He beamed, causing her heart to skip a beat. “Are you sure? Because if I come in, I don’t think I’ll ever leave.”

Hermione kicked the door open wide and gave him small smile. “Is that a promise?”

#harmony #harmione #harry x hermione #hermione x harry #I stole this ending from one of my Dramione stories #it fine because my Harmony readers don't read my Dramione stories...I think

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taechnological · 3 years ago

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I see we're talking about dreams with BTS in them 👀

I've had quite a few luckily, so I'm going to quickfire the ones I remember

I had this one dream I don't quite fully remember. It was very cool and I think I was exploring like a huge school??? Except there were robots and other stuff and in the attic there was a witch granny who looked like she was from studio ghibli and was adorable but terrifying. Anyway halfway through bts are there for some reason? A couple other people are there too including my family AND this creep who appears out of nowhere. I say creep because this dude kept staring at me weirdly and following me around (keep in mind I'm a minor so double creep 😬) For some reason Yoongi notices and is just glaring at the dude the entire time. When it's time to go, we all pile into cars. I couldn't go in the same car as my family because it was full do I get into another car, creep immediately comes in the same car. Yoongi sees and shoves himself into the car, sitting next to me. That's where the dream ends, with yoongi glaring at the creep. We love a protective guy 😩✊

I had another dream in an In The Soop setting where Yoongi was my older brother? He was wearing a blue hoodie but that's all I remember 😭

The first dream I ever had of them was a little... weird? All of BTS except RM were dressed in the black cloaks they were for Fake Love performances and they just... walked past. Namjoon looked me in the eyes and straight up insulted me. He was my bias at the time so I was of course so devastated I woke up. This whole thing happened in my living room.

Had a dream where I was in dubai for whatever reason. BTS came and sat down next to my family, we all sat in a circle and started talking. Halfway through the dream I realised wait.... this isn't real. That used to happen often, i would realise I was in a dream and strt sulking. Anyway I sulked, hobi noticed something was wrong and asked in perfect urdu, "kya huwa?" ("What happened?") And I blushed so hard i woke up

Had a dream I was their manager, except they split into two diffwrent groups??? Jimin spoke perfect urdu with me and invented a whole new muhavra (I forgot how to say it in English... idiom? Phrase? Idk) it was very poetic and i swore I wrote it down when i woke up but I can't find it :(

Final one... it was straight out of a fanfic istg. I was the eighth member, they all hated me. Kicked me out and replaced me with another girl. Years later I'm the no1 soloist in the world and they're all regRET

I think I have more dreams but these are the ones that I can remember 💀 (m also choosing to NOT tell a few. Like the one where jungkook was in a hospital and nearly d/ed... that wasn't fun)

so basically your dream headcanon is protective! yoongi that is so fitting 😂 AND WOW DJSJSJ jimin created a whole muhawra???? (yes it is idiom in english haha) damn i wish u remembered it too hajhsjdjsj the last dream sounds like i'm reading a wattpad ff written by a 12 year old i'm rolling djjsjskskks

#niceee #ask sae #ask taechnological #chimchiekookie

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canary3d-obsessed · 4 years ago

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed - Episode 02

Warning: Spoilers for all 50 episodes!

(Masterpost ) (Previous Episode) (Next Episode)

Donkey Riding

way ho and away we go, donkey riding donkey riding way ho and away we go, riding on a donkey

Wei Wuxian and Apple are doing their best for the Ministry of Culture and Tourism.

Xiao Zhan had trouble riding the donkey sitting side-saddle, so the Department of Questionable Practical Effects made him a fake leg to wear while riding regular style.

Can you spot it? It’s very hard to spot. It is very convincing.

Simple Pleasures

Wei Wuxian takes his time wandering up the nearest mountain, and half of the cultivators in the land also wander up this mountain because...Night Hunting! The cultivators are hot and thirsty from walking because they forgot that they all know how to fly.

Wei Wuxian relaxes by a well and listens to people stanning him.

Also

I’m going to say it: Wei Wuxian never met a drinking vessel he couldn’t blow.

Everything is Beautiful at the Ballet

The actress who plays A-Yan is named Zhang Linran. She probably has studied dance since she was 4 and now she gets her big break which turns out to be feeding an apple to a donkey. So let’s pause for a second to look at how beautifully she moves.

Reunions are Awkward, Part 1

Wei Wuxian meets up with one of his family members and it goes super well.

I...like Jin Ling? He’s much less of a douchebag than his dad, his uncles Jin, Jiang, and Mo (the three stooges), and every damn one of his Jin cousins. He’s genuinely brave (his Dad’s primary good quality) and his hair is on fleek. He’s still a whiny diaper baby, but I like him.

(much more after the cut!)

Then Jiang Cheng shows up, looking fine as hell and radiating peak arrogant-prick energy.

When he discovers that ‘Mo Xuanyu” stuck a piece of paper to Jin Ling, he tells the child to literally murder him. Excellent uncleing! A+++++ would recommend.

“In fact, literally murder anyone who uses Yiling Laozu’s tools, like talismans, lure flags, or spirit compasses - basically murder everyone in the Lan Clan plus those other fanboys we saw coming up the hill. Then get out there and make some friends, goddamn it!”

These nets full of cultivators on this daytime night hunt are the only time we ever see anything in a net during a night hunt. In fact dudes constantly go night hunting and the only prey we ever see is rock lady, murder turtle, and a couple of rag mops in the lake.

You Are Not Qualified to Speak to Me

Also radiating arrogant-prick energy on this occasion is Lan Wangji. He has been using pettiness as a weapon since long before he met this Jiang Cheng turkey, and he *brings it* when Jiang Cheng tries to have a conversation with him.

Letting your eyes wander everywhere except to his punchable face while you ignore his passive-aggressive questions? Quality work.

Dropping a silence spell on his child and then letting your own child explain it to him? Golden.

Lan Wangji is never ever going to forgive Jiang Cheng for what he did on cliff day, and his silence here is as pointed as an ice pick. I suspect the last words Lan Wangji actually spoke to him were “Jiang Wanyin, stop it,” sixteen years ago.

Jiang Cheng is actually the bigger person in this particular interaction, visibly mastering his temper and telling Jin Ling to take his medicine.

Reflecting

Wei Wuxian hangs out by a beautiful river and hallucinates for a while. River Jiang Yanli is nurturing and River Jiang Cheng is pissed off, so there are no surprises there. River Jiang Cheng thinks that Wei Wuxian is a promise-breaking douchebag. He’s not exactly wrong.

Courtesy of convenient gossiping cultivators, Wei Wuxian discovers that the 16 year old arrogant kid from the Jin clan who his brother from the Jiang clan has custody of is actually and quite obviously Jin Rulan.

Well fuck I guess now I care about something, that’s inconvenient.

Needing to help parent the child of the sister who parented him is what draws Wei Wuxian fully into his new life.

As soon as he has this realization, Apple comes back from roaming around, and never gives him any trouble after this for the rest of the story. Which...probably doesn’t mean anything.

Wen Gravesite

Does Wen Ning hang out here because it’s where he and his (dead) people came from? Oh great, now I am sad.

Judging by all the leaves on this grave thingy I’m going to say that this grave tender dude is, ah, not very good at his job.

Get him, Jingyi!

I feel like maybe we all focus too much on how Lan Jingyi is so hilarious and sardonic and not enough on how he is a such a biscuit.

Soul Grass

As mentioned in the previous post, Chinese spiritual concepts don’t always translate well into English. Soul grass? Sure, why not.

This is where Wei Wuxian’s Sherlock Holmes brain starts to work, although he still doesn’t remember really basic stuff about Dafan Mountain. Dying and changing bodies is rough on the old neurochemistry. This creates more opportunities for flashbacks, however, and if there’s one thing The Untamed deffo needs more of, it’s kissing flashbacks.

Temple Statue

Presumably grave-tender dude is also in charge of clearing away spiderwebs at the temple, because it’s not getting done.

Jin Ling walks into the temple blaspheming at full volume.

Since this isn’t a Greek story, he isn’t immediately struck blind for this. Then when he wishes for the statue to come alive, it obligingly does. Everything’s coming up Rulan!

Wei Wuxian shows up to rescue all the kids by throwing talismans at the monster which does not tip anyone off to who he is.

Baby Cultivator Babysitting

Lan Wangji chills out in the cultivators’ pavilion with Jiang Cheng and their mutual hate boners.

Meanwhile, Wei Wuxian forgets all about his nephew and turns into cool professor guy, explaining the basics of soul-eating to the baby cultivators and gleefully encouraging their fear of Hanguang-Jun’s punishments.

Because the Lan babies are good filial children they are super respectful and engaged with this random adult who is lecturing them. They also - like their own Hanguang-Jun at their age - see and admire Wei Wuxian’s intellect. It’s easy to forget how extremely smart Wei Wuxian is, because of how extremely dumb Wei Wuxian is.

Lan Jingyi suddenly figures out Wei Wuxian is not crazy.

Bis. Kit.

Then Rock Lady shows up and Jin Ling sticks 6 arrows into her while Lans Jingyi and Sizhui stand around not bothering to draw their swords.

I see a lot of comments about the bad effects in the statue sequences but I think Rock Lady is all right. The figure animation is decent and the lighting is no worse on her than on everything else in the scene. Her hair is nice, for a rock person.

Admittedly I just finished watching Guardian which has CGI monsters so bad they may have injured my retinas and possibly also my DNA, so the bar, for me, is pretty low. Rock lady clears it with room to spare.

Note: Wei Wuxian’s flute playing does zippity towards controlling the statue. Not sure what his plan was here.

Wen Ning Kicks Ass

Now we get to meet Wen Ning, who appears to be a stone-cold badass. Later we will discover how hilariously inaccurate that assessment is.

While all versions of Wen Ning are delightful, this version of Wen Ning is also...strangely attractive? He’s got a Patti-Smith-Horses-Era vibe here, instead of his more usual lost-baby-dork vibe. And his dreamy “I have nails in my head” expression is intriguing.

I mean, he’s not a total snack like zombie Song Lan or pre-zombie Song Lan or blind Song Lan or post-zombie Song Lan, but this look is a good one for Wen Ning, is what I’m saying.

Reunions are Awkward, Part 2

Lan Wangji, who has 99% already recognized Wei Wuxian because of the haunted sword and the fierce jawline and beautiful neck and tiny tiny waist, is summoned by his flute playing as inexorably as the Ghost General was.

Jiang Cheng also recognizes Wei Wuxian and goes into full beatdown mode, thwarted (silently) by Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian attempts to preserve his incognito by sassing Jiang Cheng in as sibling-like a manner as possible.

Hanguang-Jun’s Pro-Ghost Agenda Has Been Clear for Some Time

This Jiang/Lan fight is hilarious when you consider the implications.

Macroexpression vs. Microexpression

Mo Xuanyu brought Wei Wuxian back using sacrifice summons, a dark ritual invented by Wei Wuxian that he, most likely, did NOT show to Lan Wangji back in the day. So it’s a pretty safe bet that Lan Wangji doesn’t know that Wei Wuxian was gifted a body, rather than stealing one.

when your brother turns around, you must whip him you will never live it down unless you whip him

When Jiang Cheng lets loose with Zidian, it’s not just because he’s angry. He’s using purple power to force Wei Wuxian’s ghost out of the body he’s apparently possessed. And Lan Wangji instantly STOPS him from doing that.

Clan Leader Jiang: this person has been possessed, against their will, by an evil ghost

Future Chief Cultivator Lan: Counterpoint: I am banging the ghost

Flashback Time

Welcome to your 30-episode flashback!

Once I used to join in Every boy and girl was my friend Now there's revolution, but they don't know What they're fighting

Let us close our eyes Outside their lives go on much faster Oh, we won't give in We'll keep living in the past

Road Tripping to Summer School

Gosh I’m looking forward to younger, kinder, more relatable Jiang Cheng.

...prick.

Incidentally, until now this episode didn’t know that Jiang Cheng has smile muscles, and neither did the person who glued his wig on for him.

I Like Rabbits

Here we have our first rabbit in a large collection of rabbit iconography that appears in The Untamed.

Instead of sending everyone to the Wikipedia page for Tu'er Shen I’m going to take this opportunity to rec the short film Kiss of the Rabbit God by Andrew Thomas Huang (tw: blood, tw:body-mod cutting) which you can read about and watch over at Nowness.com

Particularly if you are a queer person of Chinese heritage, check it out.

So. What the fuck are these? Are they food?

Are they made from wax? Or corn starch? or pig intestines?

Wei Wuxian runs off to get laid drunk and Jiang Cheng grumps about it. Jiang Yanli reminds him that being free is a Jiang Clan Rule, so really Wei Wuxian is following the rules by not following the rules. Does that mean he’s not free? My head hurts.

Jiang Cheng: yes but grump grump grump

Jiang Yanli: Nothing bad will ever happen because of A-Xian’s choices, trust me

Outro

Wei Wuxian faint tally: one Caught by: the cold hard ground

Soundtrack: 1. Donkey Riding by Great Big Sea 2. Living in the Past by Jethro Tull 3. Whip It by Devo

Fic prompt: Lan Wangji’s internal monologue while he sits in the pavilion with Jiang Cheng

If you write a fic from this prompt and want to share, please post a link in comments!

Bonus: Wang Zuocheng, macro-expression king

Episode 03 Restless Rewatch coming soon!

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