#frizz whizz

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if you are wondering what Aubron was doing for those 20 years, so am i!

all i’ve got is that his sister left about 11 years in, and that he was trained by a goblin and that’s why he’s all buff now.

Soreya on the other hand…

about three years after they where banished she got with a dude named something Stellamaris and had a son named Ursa. when Ursa was 9 her boyfriend/husband left when she got pregnant a second time.

not long after the baby was born sickly Aubron told her that he knew that she might get banished, and that he was sorry that he was selfish and did it anyway. even after the baby (ophelia) recovered she couldn’t live with her brother anymore, she couldn’t forgive him for ruining her life.

so they left and when Ophelia was 7 and Ursa was 16 she contracted The Rot*, over the next year she slowly got sicker until it was dangerous for her kids to be near her. she told them to go live with Usra best friend Roarke** because there’s safety in numbers, and gave him a note to take to his uncle if they ever saw him.

yes Ursa read it, it said that his mom forgave his uncle but he didn’t really care he still blamed him for his mom dying

Oh damn-

I honestly feel so bad for Auberon. It's not his fault he fell in love, it's the Vackers for getting them banished. I hope Ursa can see that one day.

So they're living with Roarke? Is Roarke also banished?

I wonder how Ursa and Ophelia feel about the Dizznees we know and love if they hate Aurberon..

He was trained by a GOBLIN?? I have so many questions. Like HOW did he find this Goblin how did he agree to get him to train him why did he train with him does that mean he could *theoretically* break Dickinson's kneecaps

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‘Fur-reaky’

Peter Maximoff x Werewolf-type reader

Description: Reader is a sort of beast like mutant. Peter takes a liking to reader and they fuck. That’s literally it. Not proofread or read over at all I’m literally in a coffee shop rn about to drive over to work. Enjoy my feral lovelies.

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Of course Peter was more than a little curious when he heard about the new addition potentially coming to join the team. Or for Charles to train or whatever the hell. He didn’t know any of that. He’d heard about you in passing. Scott and Jean had whispered about you a few times. Nothing bad, just curious questions between the two of them. They hadn’t realized Peter was listening. He was always somewhere listening, though which was a bit creepy. Was he a creep? No, surely not…

Anyways back to you.. He wasn’t exactly sure what kind of mutant you were but from what he heard you were kinda like Hank just… increasingly less blue. Peter was curious about the fur and even more curious about what you’d look like but when he saw Charles escorting you down the hall towards your room, he couldn’t help but be disappointed. You weren’t covered in fur! You just looked.. Normal? What the hell! He sped off to the kitchen to grab a snack when he realized that like Hank, you were probably able to go in and out of your form and maybe he was just an idiot. Well.. He knew he was an idiot.. But if you know you’re an idiot does that actually make you an idiot or self actualized and smart?

Peter shrugged as he grabbed a pudding cup and zoomed off back to his room. He wasn’t ready to introduce himself just yet because he didn’t want to seem like he was coming off as a desperate creep. He’d meet you later. Maybe ‘accidentally’ run into you in the hall. Yup. That could definitely work.

After he finished his cup of pudding he still found himself bored. Entertainment was difficult to come by in the mansion unless he wanted to annoy the others and by now they were beyond fed up with him. He thought back to the new mutant that Charles had by now probably shown around the place and right now you were probably putting away your things and getting settled.

He knew he really shouldn’t go and bother the newbie but Peter had never been known for his self restraint now had he? So, he tossed the now sadly empty pudding cup towards his little trash can, missed, and zoomed out of his room and down the hall towards yours.

He miscalculated the time it would take to stop and he whizzed past your door before coming back a moment later. He ran a hand through his silver hair to tame it back down after running. The frizz he got was insane and he had even started to consider carrying a mini hairbrush with him to brush through it after running.

He hoped he didn’t look awful.. He was wearing his silver jacket that he never took off and one of his many band tees. Along with a pair of black jeans. His usual casual outfits that he wore pretty much anywhere.

Finally after gaining the courage he brought his fist up to knock on your door. Once. Twice. Three times-

He almost doubted himself for a moment and was about to just speed away but you opened the door, standing in front of him with a curious tilt to your head as you took him in.

“Hello.. Can I help you?” Your voice came out and Peter… Well Peter was fucked because you were cute and he liked the way your voice sounded too. Oh shit.

“My name’s Peter but everyone calls me Quicksilver, just thought I’d do my duty and come greet the newbie.” He shrugged, trying to act nonchalant when really he was mentally flipping out, stomach doing little cartwheels. No one had really caught his eye yet and he’d been suuuper lonely lately. He just wanted some company. Some good company if you caught his drift.

“It’s nice to meet you Peter,” you said before you gave him your name and fucking again it was pretty and Peter felt like he was going to blow up dramatically like some cartoon character.

“Pretty name, babes. So we haven’t heard a lot about you, Charles is prettyyyy confidential. What’s your power?”

A blush of embarrassment rose over your features and Peter wasn’t sure what that meant. Oh! Oh no… were you embarrassed? That just wouldn’t do…

“Because me, well I’ve got super speed and this funky lookin’ hair.” He said witn a comically large smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes.

“I’ve… it’s-“ Your words stumbled over each other as you tried to find a way to explain it without it sounding weird. Really, you’d always thought it was a stupid power but Peter looked so genuinely curious that you decided you might as well show him.

You beckoned Peter into your room before closing the door behind him and Peter raised a curious brow at your actions. I mean like he was totally cool with all that he had absolutely no qualms about getting down and d-

Oh! Peter had it wrong like he so often did.

In the moment it took to close the door and step back from Peter you’d grown several inches taller and were now… practically covered in fur.

Peter’s eyes widened in awe as he took in your form. Holy hell that was cool! You really were like a regular, non-blue version of Hank! No offense to him but Peter found you much more attractive too. You also had what appeared to be super sharp nails or claws and he thought those just looked super badass.. Everything about you really.

“Holy shit! Look at you! That’s sick as hell!” Peter exclaimed, brown eyes still scanning your frame. He was immediately enamored.

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That was how yours and Peter’s relationship started. Well, not really a relationship but also more than just a friendship. You found yourself snuggled up to Peter’s side on team movie nights and there were always lingering touches shared between the two of you. Most of the other X-men assumed the two of you actually were full on dating and every time you or Peter denied it they just scoffed and looked at you like you were crazy. Maybe you were, but Peter and you didn’t really find it super important to try and label what you had. It was good, that’s all you knew.

It was another one of those nights, the X-men decided to watch some stupid movie together after a long week. All of you sitting around the tv with popcorn and various candies. It was actually quite sweet. Peter sat next to you on one of the large comfy chairs, arms wrapped around your waist to hold you close.

Eventually at some point during the movie one of Peter’s hands that rested on your hip had started to move closer to your… Well.. Y’know..

What was he doing?! Peter himself didn’t even really know. The two of you hadn’t done anything like that yet… It was a sort of boundary that neither of you dared to cross. A line in the sand if you will.

Until now. Peter’s heart was beating a million miles an hour in his chest as he tried to gauge your reaction. You didn’t seem too bothered by it but he didn’t want to ever do something you didn’t like. So instead of silently continuing, he leaned down to whisper in your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

“Wanna get out of here? This movies pretty boring and if you’re up for it I think I can give us some much better entertainment.”

You were at a loss for words so a little nod was all the confirmation you gave the speedster before he was standing up, pulling you with him. Some of the other X-men looked up at the both of you, confused as to what you were doing but for the most part they all kept their eyes on the movie that was playing.

“We’re gonna go head off to bed for the night, adios!” Peter gave a little wave before he grabbed onto you and sped the two of you off to his room. His room was… much more cluttered than yours. The walls were covered in band posters- Nirvana, Rush, Pink Floyd, as many as you could think. His bed was unmade and the drawers to his dresser were all slightly open, clothes spilling out of them.

“Sorry babe, didn’t get a chance to clean,” He said a bit sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with a little chuckle.

“Peter I could care less what your room looks like- but what were you doing out there?! In front of everyone? What were you thinking? I mean someone could have seen and then-“ Yours words were cut off as Peter pressed his lips against yours, cupping your cheek in his warm palm, letting his thumb run across your skin gently.

Once you got your bearings you kissed back, hands bunching up the fabric of the band tee he was wearing, feeling the fibers beneath your fingertips. You’d wanted to steal a few of his t-shirts for a while now but didn’t know how he’d take to that.

Right at the moment he was absolutely lost in the kiss, gentle lips coaxing yours further and further into a glorious unity that was the two of you.. Peter was really beating himself up for not doing this sooner.. Especially with the way you were reacting to it.

You gave him a gentle nudge, pulling away to take a breath as he stared at you with his wide brown eyes, looking a lot like a deer in headlights. Like he didn’t know what to do next.

“So…” You started, eyeing him curiously. “You said you had better entertainment than the movie? Ready to prove that?”

And if Peter’s eyes already looked like they were going to bug out of his head before you said that, they really really did now. He couldn’t believe his ears! This was better than any Twinkie or snack cake in the world..

He wanted to come off cool and collected but really he just gave a gentle shrug of his shoulders and bounced on the balls of his feet nervously, not making eye contact with you. “Well I- Yeahhhhh babe, definitely got… I mean- or- ahh fuck!” He facepalmed, shaking his head as his cheeks began to heat.

“Peter- calm down. I’m just teasing you. You look cute when you’re flustered… But, I was serious. Y’know.. If you wanted to.” And now your cheeks were red too and the both of you were dancing around actually talking about it because neither of you were sure what to say.

Peter knew that one of you had to say or do something though so he decided to actually take charge and he pulled you into another kiss, his mouth practically devouring yours as he grabbed at your hips with a bit of force behind his actions this time. He didn’t seem as unsure of himself. Now that he was sure you weren’t going to turn him down.

“Peter-“ you breathed out, chest rising and falling heavily and Peter had to admit- he was definitely staring at your breasts.. Like for sure and he wasn’t even really that ashamed of it.. You had great titties! He couldn’t just not.

Peter gave you a lazy smile and looked like he was about to open his mouth and say something stupid again so you intervened.

“Take your clothes off.”

It was forward but it caused the reaction you wanted out of him. He looked a bit taken aback, mouth agape for several long seconds before he managed to respond with words.

“I- my clothes?”

“Yes, Peter. Your clothes.” You said once more, and to help encourage him a little more you took off your own shirt, giving him a beautiful view of your breasts in the bra you wore. It wasn’t anything special but to Peter? God, he’d never seen anything better in his whole life.

He didn’t need much more coaxing after that because he was tossing off his jacket and pulling his shirt over his head with a speed that made it hard to actually see what he was doing. He was already stripping down to his boxers and it had only been like.. Five seconds. It took you a bit longer because you unfortunately were not graced with the speed Peter had. Your mutation was something you thought much weirder.. Something you kept hidden as much as you could.

He looked up at you, silver hair falling into his eyes which he quickly pushed back. He let out a low whistle, unable to stop the grin that appeared on his face when he saw you. God.. He was stupidly in love and it was going to be the end of him.

The two of you fell into bed quickly after that, hands everyone, touching, grabbing, coaxing moans out of the other with satisfied twin smirks on your lips.

Eventually in the whirlwind of it all, Peter found a condom and slid it on, positioning himself at your entrance before looking up at you to make sure he was good to go.

You gave a little nod and he slowly slid into you, silver eyebrows furrowing at how tight and warm you were wrapped around him.

He placed his hands gently at your shoulders, giving you a few tender kisses before he pulled out and started to move at a pace that was excruciatingly slow for him but just right for you to get used to his girth.

Your head was thrown back into the pillows, moans spilling freely from your throat as your hands reached for Peter, gripping onto his biceps tightly as you clenched around him.

Peter’s eyes had been closed practically the whole time, trying not to bust a nut in the first five seconds and embarrass himself, but when he did open his eyes he saw that you looked.. Quite a bit different than when he’d closed them.

“Holy shit..” Peter whispered under his breath, glancing down at you. At first you were confused before you glanced down at your body, now covered in fur. Quite a bit less than… Say beast, but enough that it obviously made a difference. Your eyes had also changed to a deep, almost glowing yellow.

You made a move to shove at Peter’s chest, trying to get up and cover yourself but he stopped you. “Hey- hey woah look at me. You’re beautiful, okay? I’m not good with all this lovey-dovey stuff but I mean it. You’re gorgeous like this, baby. Doesn’t make me want you any less.”

Your brows furrowed heavily at him, trying to see if he was really telling the truth or if he was just trying to make you feel better. But you remembered how bad of a liar Peter Maximoff actually was and came to the conclusion that he had to be telling the truth.

You also came to the realization that he was still balls deep inside of you, twitching rather eagerly, desperate to move again.

“Can- Can I?” He asked rather shyly, giving a little jut of his hips even further against yours, hands resting at your sides, feeling over the soft fur there. All he could think about was fucking the shit out of you and then cuddling up to you afterwards. You felt so warm.

A little nod of your head had Peter pulling back before plunging himself back into you with a shaky gasp, burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. You smelled like perfume and warmth and god dammit if Peter wasn’t already addicted.

Your back arched into him, trying to get more. He felt so damn good inside of you it was actually criminal. That the two of you could have been doing this the entire time instead of dancing around each other in fear of rejection.

“Peter-“

“I know, feels totally outrageously good, doesn’t it? Just like that, fuuuuuuck.” Peter tossed his head back, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, his silver hair falling from his face. His hands clenched gently at your sides, not being too forceful but also not exactly gentle. He couldn’t help himself.

The two of you continued that slow, nearly torturous pace until you were arching against each other, breath hot, the room filling with heat and the smell of sex.

Your lips were connected as the two of you barreled towards release, trying to prolong it as long as you could.

“I’m so close baby girl- so close fuck I’m gonna cum- you almost there sweetheart?”

The pet names had your cheeks heating as you gave a little nod before pulling Peter down into another harsh kiss, nipping at his bottom lip.

The cry that left him was nothing short of heavenly, his hips stuttering before he stilled inside of you, panting against your lips. His hips may have stopped but the feeling was quickly replaced by a low vibration on your clit that you soon realized was coming from his fingers.

He’d turned into a whining mess after his orgasm but he was so eager to see that you came as well.

“Please- cum for me baby please, want it so bad please-“ he begged, practically slurring his words as the vibrations intensified.

You didn’t need much more convincing after that, a strangled cry leaving your lips as finally that band snapped and you came, whole body shaking underneath him.

He helped you through your orgasm before you were gently pushing his hand away, nearly wincing with overstimulation.

“Alright Peter that’s- that’s enough… Jesus that was good.”

Peter, who had caught his breath by now pulled out of you and grinned playfully. “See baby, we could have been doing that the whole time!”

[escherstrange-ffxiv]

#15: Thunderous

The story always begins thus: We saw a flyer for a meeting at the Warden's Ward in Gridania. It promised gil, free drinks, and a soft bed; all for a helping hand. Why wouldn't we help? That's what heroes do, and that's what I am!

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"THAT'S NOT A PIXIE!" The swordsman yelled, unsheathing his odenta from his back.

"A primal!" The Miqo'te gasped, the aetherotransformer at her hip crackling, blue light pulsating from the static hanging over the air.

The knight in full plate armour smirked, seemingly oblivious to her wavy blonde locks frizzing in several directions. "Finally, a good fight. Try to keep up."

"Do we all have the Echo?" The Au Ra brandished a lance seemingly made entirely of light. It was entirely at odds with his simple rolled-up shirt and slacks, though their adversary would not care. Probably.

The crash of thunder made it hard to hear the Lalafell conjurer. "I have a barrier that might protect from tempering if anyone needs it. At least I hope it works..."

Ireul shielded her eyes, intrigued by the white beard flapping in the wind. She couldn't think of anyone who could grow a beard from chin to foot - maybe more - and maintain such lustre and softness. "Yeaaah, that's not a pixie."

Ulfrid immediately nocked an arrow; trying to aim for Ramuh's eyes was hard when sparks kept flashing in front of him. "You think?!"

A stray arrow whizzed past the party towards Ramuh. "I'm sorry-!" another Miqo'te squeaked from the back.

Ireul brandished her shield and sprang to action. "Shaving time, old man!"

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The story usually ends thus: And then there was a lot of screaming, but that's a story for another day.

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Christine- The Nephilim

"They get angry when they drink. I get angry when I don't." She growled. Quickly Benjamin reached in his duffle bag, amidst the weaponry he snagged the Whiskey bottle and handed it to her. Downing the alcoholic beverage Christine sighed in relief. Bullets blazed through the forest as bark from distant trees exploded into shrapnel. Ducking behind a boulder she felt the air ripple violently as bullets whizzed past. The strong taste flooded her mouth as it crawled down her throat into her stomach where it burned, like a volcanic eruption. Gasping her eyes widened, as she quickly finished the bottle holding it by the neck. Benjamin eyed her bewildered as to how getting hammered would help in this chaotic battlefield. "Are you okay?" He inquired, his words stirred the air like leaves in the wind. "Never better." Christine quickly responded. "You sure, cause you drank that like water." He commented. "I said I'm fine Benjamin, I'll keep in touch." Loading her firearm and bag of tricks strapping it behind her back, she took off into the woods. The buzz of the alcohol fueled her drive to complete her mission. Nothing else mattered, tightening her grip, the bottle become a weapon. Closing in on a nearby target she swung the bottle in a left hook fashion smashing it against someone's head. "Ah!" They cried out crashing into a tree, shattered glass littered the ground. Walking through the thick brush, Christine equipped herself with a gun aiming into the foggy thick forest glancing through the scope. All was quiet as she sniped three targets, they all fell dead. Like on a boat at high seas her steps were flimsy as she waltzed through the forest obviously quite drunk, she dug into her pocket pulling out a lighter lighting a cigarette she lit the end and pressed it against her lips. Exhaling her eyes rolled back cracking a small smile reminiscing on her past which was of a time when the skies were much brighter. Suddenly a faint odor bought her to reality. "Huh?" She caught the scent of fresh gasoline. Scanning the ground she rubbed the dirt feeling a damp section, sniffing her fingers she was correct. With superior eyesight see could see a housing facility where more of her enemies were staying. "Well, my birthday's next week. Let's light these candles a bit early" Christine muttered. Crouching she placed the cigarette on the ground instantly it ignited as the trail blazed toward the facility. It quickly burst into flames, as bodies, and limbs flew into the air scattering the ground like rain. "Incinerate." Christine mumbled as the reflection of fire glistened in her eyes. Stepping back she bumped into a solider. Twirling around she snapped their neck, taking a grenade from their hand she took off. Within the next few minutes. "Hey! She's over here!" Someone shouted. Speeding away she jumped through the low branches and corkscrewed from a tree tumbling to the ground. Within seconds she was surrounded, all was quiet as she unveiled two pistols, swirling in a swift motion the encircled wave of men lay dead. Within the mist a lumberjack emerged from the darkness, he was over 8ft tall hairy armed, and scarred from previous battles, the skies cracked as rain fell down. "Hey you little shit, you're dead meat. We've been looking for you for quite some time." His thick Russian accent roared through the rainy fog infested forest. She quickly fired shot after shot into the monstrous man. He laughed jovially, the earth quaked as he approached. "Your American shit like that won't work on me, I've trained my body to endure relentless treatment especially high velocity firepower; I'm essentially bulletproof. 350lbs. of pure muscle a-" Christine rolled her eyes. "Yeah yeah, FEE! FI! FOE! FUM!" She mocked in a drunken slur. Burping loudly, she laughed leaning against a tree. He grit his teeth. "You're filled to the brim with alcohol you couldn't possibly do much" "Come catch these hands then." Christine grimaced as the rain fell. He loomed a devilish grin, sizing up Christine he chuckled. "With pleasure young lady," Without hesitation he rushed for her tiny frame. Christine parried his colossal hands, moving in such a perplexed grace her fighting style was unpredictable. She teetered side to side, punching and kicking Lumberjack, dodging attacks and even performing acrobatic moves to assault him. Slipping between his legs she clung to his overalls and climbed his back. Peering the scenery from new heights she saw Benjamin, quickly waving she laughed. "Hey BennyBoy!" Benjamin sighed in disbelief that she was bold enough to attack such a giant. "Piggyback ride!" Christine yelled. "Aaaargh!" The lumberjack grew frustrated scrambling to capture the young woman. Reaching all over his body as if a squirrel crawled on his back, Christine quickly took hold of his ears and steered him directly into a great oak tree. "Whoa there boy, easy!" Christine said. Lumberjack bucked like a wild animal but Christine held on tight. Realizing she needed to tackle this from a different approach she devised a plan. "GET THE HELL OFF ME!" He spun in a circle faster and faster. Gaining speed Christine lost her grip and crashed to the ground... Woozy and nauseous a growl in her stomach told her the alcohol wasn't a good idea and she vomited. "That was quite the display of drunken boxing, haha never have I seen quite a graceful display of power." Lumberjack said quite impressed yet furious. The downpour continued relentlessly as the fog grew thicker. "My hair is gonna frizz." Christine sighed. Lumberjack disappeared within the haze but she knew he was still nearby. Now alone in the woods the grey. She knew how to end this. All was quiet before a loud buzzing pierced the ambience. "Arghh!" Time slowed down as Christine heard the ear shattering chorus of loud machinery, peering into the shadows she could just barely see a shadowed silhouette. Suddenly Lumberjack appeared. Leaping from the mist with a chainsaw in hand Lumberjack dove for Christine. Sliding on her knees through the drenched soil she leaned back parrying the oncoming blades of the chainsaw. The air tore like rice paper. Time resumed as he swerved around bringing with him his spiral of death chainsaw. Back flipping continually managing to evade Lumberjack Scratching her oak brown hair Christine wiped her mouth and spit. "Okay, come on big boy," Lumberjack slammed his fists in the ground rushing for her, arching the weapon over his shoulder he slashed every tree in sight. Christine swerved and flipped past him. Snagging his chainsaw in a thick tree trunk, he swirled around searching for Christine. "Where are you, you bitch" He screeched. Christine swiftly and with precise accuracy punched and kicked Lumberjack in all his pressure points. The whizzing of the chainsaw grew louder as hidden within the shadows Christine continued her assault. "Argh!" Lumberjack felt his entire body go limp as he slumped over the chainsaw was behind him still buzzing caught in the tree. Panic flooded his mind as his eyes searched the area for young Christine. "Argh!" She called out springing into view. Raining pattered her clothes and hair as she delivered a haymaker to Lumberjack's temple. Stumbled his ankle was severed by the chainsaw, blood splashed the ground as he cried out in pain. Unleashing a fury of punches he wheezed in agony. Every step was like tiny thorn burning in his big heel which hurt like hell. Everything suddenly became inaudible, only Christine's heartbeat. Steadying her feet she parkoured his monumental body and leaped in the air tornado kicking Lumberjack. Pulling out twin pistols loading with pure diamond bullets she fired shot after shot. Lumberjack now weakened began to crumble physically as the bullets left their mark with tremendous pain. "Oh found my Achilles heel. Diamonds as firepower huh? How'd you figure that was me vice?" Lumberjack asked impressed through the pain. "Easy I noted the Russian experiments, that lead based firearms are of no effect. Yet diamonds, oh they're for some reason pack quite a punch." Christine added joyously. Pushing through the pain Lumberjack gripped her throat and strangled her against a tree. "Well...," With blood oozing off his lips. "THATS THE LAST TRICK IN YOUR BOOK!" He shouted. Aiming the gun at the ground she unloaded two final shots, diamonds blasted straight through into his kneecaps. "SONOFBITCH!" He screamed he tossed her high into the sky as if he was a professional shot-put player. Time seemed to stop as she sailed high into the air. Backflipping through the sky Christine grit her teeth. "THIS ENDS NOW!" She cried descending fast. With all her strength colliding into Lumberjack she gripped his overalls and using his colossal frame to her advantage, Christine spiraled his body downward into the buzzing chainsaw. Lumberjack collided face first into the horizontal spinning blades. Blood sprayed everything. A croaking in his throat as he faded. Christine was sprinkled in a deep raspberry red. Rain caused the carnage to spill into the soil. Breathing heavily, she slumped down. Her heartbeat synced with her breathing as she slowly stood to her feet. Looking at her shoulder it was out of its socket. She bit down on part of her shirt as she grabbed her left arm and wincing popped it back in place while still eyeing the body with a haunting seriousness. Gasping through the pain Christine confidently walked away. Her body bruised and beaten. Getting to her bag her phoned Benjamin. "Hey....yeah I surprisingly handled it....yeah I'm heading back now...quick question...I'm fucking starving. Think we could get some sushi soon?.." She mumbled holding her stomach. Disappearing into the storm.

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Almost Enough: A TATWICB AU

It was quite the surprise for Hermione’s parents when she announced that she would, in fact, be staying at home for a while for summer break.

“Of course we’re pleased to have you...” her dad had trailed off when she told them.

“It’s just that, we know you’re usually with Ron and Harry for the summer, so we booked a holiday to Australia,” her mum said apologetically.

Professor Dumbledore’s funeral had only been a few weeks prior. She needed for them to wait to leave until there was more solid news and evidence of Voldemort’s movements. Through some fast thinking, she’d convinced them to stay.

This turned out to be for the best. Hermione lazed away the summer days, sprawled out in the hammock in the garden during the day. In the evenings, her family almost returned to how it once was. They would play a card game after dinner, or put on a movie.

There was of course, the lingering dread she could not shake, knowing the path that was laid before her. But she was committed to not thinking about it until she had to. Of course the tidings from the wizarding community grew impossibly darker every day, but she willed herself to be present—in the hammock garden, at dinner with her parents, laughing at a new movie—because she knew this might be her last chance to do so for a while.

What made it even better, were the letters she sent at night. Dean and Hermione were just friends now, the contract having ended without much fuss. People in school had been shocked at their “sudden break-up.”

In front of others, they remained civil, like a freshly broken-up pair of lovers would. But they still passed notes and doodles back and forth to each other in Arithmancy and Ancient Runes. They’d even meet in the library to study in secret. Well, not so secret. Seamus began joining them barely a week into their new arrangement, confused with the whole thing.

“If you both are happy being mates, then why break up? Isn’t dating just being really good mates except you find the other attractive?” he asked indignantly one day.

“I dunno, you think Padma is ready to date you since you both are such good mates?” Dean had poked back with raised eyebrows.

Seamus dropped it after that.

Nighttime was when she’d answer her letters, Dean’s mostly. They came almost daily. They had promised to keep in touch in light of the shifting dynamics in the wizarding world. It was good to have a Muggle-born friend, who really understood what she was dealing with.

It had been already three weeks into the summer when Dean decided to make good on his offer from months ago.

Hermione,

I’ve been thinking we should hang out sometime soon, NOT at my place. My sisters are dying to see you but I need to get out of this house, I’m going stir-crazy. Which reminds me that you can’t drive. How about instead of taking the train, I come to you? We can have that driving lesson I offered from before. Don’t worry if you don’t have a permit, we’ll stick to car parks first.

x Dean

Hermione bit her lip reading the letter, holding back a smile. She still hadn’t told Dean about her feelings. She thought it was probably best, given that she wasn’t planning on returning to Hogwarts, to remain as friends. No broken heart to distract her and no awkwardness to weigh him down.

But what if it didn’t end in heartbreak? a more hopeful part of her brain asked.

She shook her head, and plucked a pen from her cup of writing implements. It wouldn’t matter anyway. I’d have to leave regardless.

Pulling out a fresh sheet of stationary she wrote simply,

Dean,

Are you sure you want to take me on as an apprentice? My motor skills and hand-eye coordination aren’t exactly top marks. There’s a reason I refuse to fly a broom. If you do feel you’re up to the challenge, I think I can muster up the courage too. How’s Saturday evening?

Best,

Hermione

He had insisted on picking her up, which she knew would be a little hairy with her parents around. Positioning herself conveniently on the couch near the sitting room window — lips glossed, sandals on — she pretended to read while continuously glancing outside at every sound of an approaching vehicle. He arrived at 6 o’clock on the dot, as they had agreed. She knew this wasn’t a date, but she was impressed anyway.

“I’m headed out!” she shouted as she made a beeline for the door, hoping her parents would let their independent daughter leave without too much questioning.

“All of a sudden?” her mother called from the dining room. Hermione peeked her head in from the hall, trying to convey that she was in a hurry. Her mum was looking over what looked like bills and statements, her glasses low on the bridge of her nose.

“Not sudden. Realized I need some things from town. Might be back late. I’m meeting Harry and Ron at the Leaky Cauldron.” Hermione said this all rather quickly, unable to keep herself from glancing at the door.

Her mother eyed her suspiciously, before taking off her glasses and rubbing her eyes wearily. “Did you ask your dad to drive you to the station?”

“No need! I can Apparate now, remember? Should go before it gets too late. Bye, Mum!”

Without glancing back at her mother’s narrowed eyes, she darted into the entryway. She gave herself a once over in the hanging mirror. Her hair was curled perfectly, to her relief. It had rained earlier and she was sure it would be nothing but a ball of frizz by the evening. The mascara and lipgloss she applied earlier had not budged, but her appearance was largely unchanged. She was trying to achieve the subtle effortless look that girls like Ginny and Cho achieved but she felt she looked plain as ever.

Shrugging, she smoothed out her pale yellow blouse and she caught sight of the gold bolo bracelet hanging off her wrist. Dean had insisted she keep it, but she had stopped wearing it at Hogwarts. She wondered what he would think of her wearing it today so suddenly.

She slung her purse over her shoulder and bounded out the door and down the steps, only stopping to lock it behind her.

Dean was sitting, grinning at her from the driver’s seat of his silver Toyota Camry. There was a stutter in Hermione’s step. How was it possible, that in the three weeks they’d been apart he’d gotten more handsome? His dimples were deeper than she remembered, and his smile brighter.

She breathed steadily out, trying to calm her nerves. As she approached, she gave a shy wave. This made him laugh.

After opening the door and sitting down, longing to get away from there quickly, she turned to him and said, “Go, before my mum pokes her head out the window and realizes where I’ve actually gone.”

“Hello to you, too,” he said with a chuckle, shifting the car into drive. “Where does she think you’re going?”

“Into town to meet with Harry and Ron.”

“Isn’t that the same excuse you used over Christmas break?”

“It was! Oh dear, I hadn’t thought of that,” she said with a groan. It was too late now, she would just have to hope they bought it again.

“Would they really care if you were out with a boy? I’m nicer than Harry and Ron and they don’t have any problem with you meeting up with them.” He was driving with one hand resting on the steering wheel, the other propped up on the window ledge, rubbing his chin.

Hermione felt her mouth go dry. “Hmm?” she said distractedly. “Right, the boys. No they wouldn’t have a problem with me being out with a boy. But I also can’t easily explain what we are, can I?”

“And what are we?” he asked, looking at her with an amused glint in his eye.

“Erm…friends?” Hermione bit her lip, embarrassed.

Dean guffawed and shook his head. “You’re not wrong I suppose.”

The car zipped and winded through the familiar roads of Emmer Green and Reading. The windows were cracked, letting in just enough breeze to tousle Hermione’s curls around in a funnel of wind. Unconsciously, she moved to pull the scrunchie from around her wrist to tie back her hair only to find it not there. That’s right. I left it at home, she thought to herself. Dean, when they had been dating (or rather fake dating), had expressed that he liked her hair better down.

A self-conscious grin at the memory spread across Hermione’s lips, causing her to blush. She glanced at Dean from under her swirling hair, his eyes focused ahead on the road. He had gotten darker over the last few weeks of summer, his skin a toasted mahogany. There were other smaller alterations to his features, too. Having vowed to move on at the conclusion of their fake relationship, she knew she shouldn’t be noticing any of these things. But she couldn’t help noticing how his jaw was cut a little sharper now, squarer, or how his shoulders had broadened ever so slightly. She especially couldn’t miss how he now grew his facial hair in a shadow that lightly dusted his jawline.

Noticing her intense gaze, Hermione having forgotten herself, he turned and gave her a questioning look. She snapped her gaze away, searching for anything to divert his attention. She looked at the buildings and houses whizzing by.

“Where exactly are we going? You didn’t ask me for any directions.”

“You’ll see,” he said, a melodic lilt to his voice.

They drove along for a few more minutes before Dean flicked on his turn signal.

“Hills Meadow?” Hermione asked cautiously. It was a small park that she had passed once or twice but never been to; her family had always opted to go to Christchurch across the road.

“Hills Meadow Car Park,” he replied eyebrows raised significantly.

They pulled into the car park, which was quite full but Dean steered them towards the back where there were whole sections left empty. Suddenly, Dean stopped in the middle of the lane, setting the car in park.

“Alright, so have you ever driven before?”

Hermione shook her head nervously.

“OK, well you know how a car works, right?”

“Of course I know how a car works!” she said giving him a slightly offended look.

“Great! You have one up on most of the kids at school,” he laughed and continued on, “First things first, we’ve got to identify all the different parts of a car.”

Hermione was nervous. She hadn’t realized they would just jump in like this. Of course, she had studied in preparation. She knew how to open the bonnet, what the lever in the middle console — the parking brake — was for, and how to set your windshield wipers to different speeds. She could even instruct you on the technical steps of changing the oil.

Dean looked at her exasperatedly as she began to recite the different types of oil and which should be utilized under what circumstances for various cars.

“Don’t tell me, you read your parents’ manuals, too?” he said, shaking his head as he unbuckled his seatbelt and removed the keys from the ignition.

Hermione averted her eyes, not daring to admit that she had, in fact, done just that.

She watched confused as he opened his door and got out. He walked around the car. At first she thought he was inspecting it until he opened the passenger door.

He leaned down, face level with her, “You planning on learning to drive sitting here?”

She gaped at him.

He rolled his eyes and leaned across her, the heat of his skin and the heavy scent of bergamot hit her in waves. Their faces were so close in the confined space of the passenger’s side. Hermione’s breath caught in her throat, as he reached over and clicked the button of her seatbelt, releasing it.

“It’s time to get you behind the wheel, c’mon.”

This broke Hermione out of her daze. “W-what? Now?”

He pulled away, stepping back from the door, allowing her space to step out. “Yes, now.”

She stepped out her legs shaking underneath her. “But I’ve never driven before! I can’t just get behind the wheel.”

“That’s exactly what you’re going to do.” With that he stepped behind her, sitting down in the passenger’s seat, shutting the door behind him.

She stood there stunned. Quickly looking around, she assessed the area. There were some people walking the trails in the distance and a group of cars parked meters away, but no immediate pedestrians were in danger of injury. Huffing, she stalked over to the driver’s side and wrenched open the door, plopping herself down.

“I think this is a bad idea,” she said, which he ignored, holding the keys out to her.

Tentatively, she took the keys from him, his soft fingers brushing against hers as she did. Hands shaking, she stuck the key into the ignition, just as she had read to do.

“Alright, now just turn it until you feel the engine turnover and then—yeah just like that!”

Hermione felt as if she’d been shocked. The car had rumbled to life, a sleeping beast now risen. She turned to him, eyes wide. For someone that was meant to be mentoring her, he sure was laughing at her a lot.

“That was good. Now, you’re going to release the parking break and press in the brake—yes that pedal right there—and move the gear shift into drive.”

If Hermione was good at anything, it was following instructions. As long as Dean kept coaching her, they may get through this without incident.

“It’s going to give you more than you expect, so press the gas lightly at first, then apply more pressure until you get a feel for it.”

Everything was jerky at first—accelerating, decelerating, braking, turning. Cars, Hermione had at first decided, were unwieldy creatures, independent and unwilling to bend to anyone’s will. When she wanted to turn slightly, it would jerk too hard, and when she wanted to gracefully accelerate from a full stop,  it jerked forward snapping their necks almost painfully with it.

Dean was patient and kind, although still laughing and getting some digs in along the way.

“Man, it’s a good thing you’re a witch because I dunno if you’re cut out for the Muggle—“

“Oh shut up!” Hermione exclaimed, pale knuckles gripping the steering wheel.

After a few hours of practice, he had tasked her with making three laps around the now nearly empty car park, while maintaining a speed of 30 mph, not going a notch above or a notch below. Her brow was creased in intense concentration, willing the needle and her foot to stay steady. Her shoulders were hunched as she leaned forward, body tense.

They passed the lamp post that they had been using as their marker for the third and final time and Hermione whooped, slamming her foot down in her excitement bringing the car to a halting stop.

“Bloody—!” Dean’s exclamation cut off as he jolted forward, the seatbelt constricting around his chest.

“Sorry!” she said, throwing the car into park.

Gingerly he rubbed at his chest, holding up his hand to indicate that it was fine.

Satisfied that she hadn’t seriously maimed her instructor, she sat back in her seat, head thrown back, eyes closed, relieved. She was in a cold sweat, palms clammy from her anxiety. But she had done it. She had driven.

“One last test, Granger, then we can be done,” he said, voice raspy from the sudden shouting.

Her eyes snapped open and she eyed him with apprehension. He cleared his throat.

“It’s easy, don’t worry. We’re going to back this car into that parking spot,” he said, pointing to the spot adjacent to them.

“Back the car? As in reverse? We’ve only gone forward!” she said with a groan.

“I know, stay with me. It’s just a teaser for next time, we’ll work on it more then. I just want to show you how it’s done. It really isn’t that hard. Same as going forward.”

She looked at him doubtfully, to which he rolled his eyes. The street lamps were now glowing as the sun slowly began to set over the car park. Time had passed so quickly, Hermione hadn’t noticed it getting so late.

“So essentially, we’re going to put the car into reverse—stop panicking, you’ll know when it’s in reverse. Then you’re going to twist your body around to look behind you. Then you’re going to curve the wheel and guide the car into the space.”

Hermione watched carefully as his lips formed the words he was speaking, trying to desperately make it make sense, but all of it floated past her. Her mind was spent, she had worked so hard to do well and not embarrass herself. Magic came to her somewhat naturally, and she was well practiced in it. This was completely foreign to her, but she still couldn’t stand the idea of being seen as a failure. All of her energy was drained now and she couldn’t concentrate.

Picking up on her lack of responsiveness, Dean tried another approach. “OK, look it’s like this. Turn the wheel like this—“ he tugged the wheel into the proper position, so that she could move the car in proper direction, “—And then you’re going to place one hand here and twist your torso like this, and turn your head like this...” He moved her hand to the back of his seat and reached out to her waist turning her body. It was as he grabbed her chin to turn her head that he trailed off, their eyes locking. Something intense passed between them, but just for a moment.

He licked his lips and cleared his throat. “Erm right, so the wheel is turned for you already. You just have to go slowly and guide it.”

Hermione tried to ignore the prickling of her skin where his fingers had just grazed her jaw. Focus, she tried to tell herself. She tried her best not to move far from the position he had showed her, afraid she would forget exactly how it was done, though she had seen her parents do it a thousand times.

Taking a deep breath, she nodded. It was functionally the same as going forward, she reminded herself, it was just a matter of orienting herself to moving in the opposite direction.

She grabbed the gearshift, moved it to the “R” position, and turned to face behind her just as Dean had showed her. Any confidence she had mustered for this last exercise was quickly drained away though.

Not used to the unusual contortion of her body, her foot pressed too heavily on gas and it flew backwards. There was a sickening crunch and she felt the blood drain out of her face.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no,” she groaned, quickly undoing her seatbelt.

She pushed the door open and stumbled out of the car, not daring to look behind her at what she was sure was Dean’s horrified expression. She had backed right into their light post, the one they had been tracking their progress with. There was a great big pit of embarrassment and shame opening up to swallow her and the car whole. The light post looked fine for what it was worth. But it was the rear bumper that was dented in on itself. She had wrecked Dean’s car on her first day!

Dean was slower to join her. His face was impassive while her eyes were wild, mind running a mile a minute. He had been joking when he’d said she wasn’t cut out for the Muggle world but maybe now he would really think so. She had to do something, she couldn’t just leave it.

“I’m so sorry Dean.” Her voice was panicked.

Dean didn’t reply. He wasn’t mad, he didn’t even look tense. He was deep in thought. Bending down, he grabbed the end of the bumper and tugged at it in a half-hearted attempt to try and pop it out.

She looked around for something that could help, anything. What could she do? Usually in an accident you called the police, but that wouldn’t apply here would it? There was no magical agency that she knew of that had anything to do with cars. There was no one around to even lend a hand, no one who had witnessed their crash. Then it dawned on her, as obvious as the hump on the old hag’s back.

“Quick, make sure no one’s looking.” Dean looked at her confused, slow to move at first but snapping to action when he realized what she was doing. Her adrenaline was racing. She had only used Reparo on small small objects—plates, water pitchers, and eyeglasses. Still she pulled out her wand and began waving it in the familiar lines and arcs. Relief flooded her as she could see the dents easing themselves out of the bumper. It had worked.

“Oh thank Merlin,” she breathed, collapsing onto the pavement in her own relief.

Dean turned from his post as look out and grinned as he surveyed her work. Finally he turned to her and she looked up at him, his profile silhouetted against the light of the lamp post.

“You did too much. You took out the scratch from when I accidentally backed into a Tesco shopping cart.“ Hermione opened her mouth, a bit confused but to issue another thousand apologies. “It’s alright. Now my mum will never notice the scratch!”

He held out a hand to her to help her up. His palm was warm but gone before she could fully appreciate how much she had missed his hand there.

“No harm no foul! I’d say that was a successful first driving lesson.”

Hermione looked down sheepishly, shuffling her feet.

“Stop, I wasn’t mad. I knew we were risking injury to the car when I volunteered it for service. It would have worn the dent proudly.”

He looked so sincere and proud of what they accomplished, Hermione couldn’t help but laugh. A cool breeze whipped around them, bringing with it the scent of fresh grass and river water.

“Shall we go for a walk?” he nodded in the direction of the trails and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“It’s getting late. I think they close soon,” Hermione said, eyes darting nervously to the entrance.

He gave her an exasperated look and began walking. Hermione froze with indecision. It’s not like she had the ability to drive his car out of the closed lot even if she did stay in protest. Sighing, she jogged to catch up.

They walked for a while along the river, the sound of water lapping at the banks accompanying their soft footfalls. They talked about recent programs on the telly, how Hermione was enjoying spending time with her parents for the first time in years, and Dean complained about how his four youngest sisters had taken to shouting “MMMBop” at each other from across every room in the house.

“It’s driving me mad. They turn it up any time it comes on the radio, they’ve made cassette recordings of it for when we’re at home, and if they hear it while we’re out at the supermarket they’ll turn the store into their own personal dance party.”

Hermione laughed, imagining Dean’s siblings clearly shaking and jumping around the cereal aisle, especially the youngest. “I like the song,” she said defensively.

“Right, but you haven’t heard it seven billion times the last three weeks.”

“Fair enough.”

In the distance an owl hooted, and Hermione wondered if it were off to deliver some letter to a wizard amongst the Muggles of Reading or if it were just a common owl.

“I always wonder which world it’s from,” Dean said, as if reading her thoughts.

She sighed and nodded. “It makes me a little homesick. I miss it all when I’m away.”

He gave her a slight sad smile, nudging her as they walked. She wondered when Hogwarts had become home for him, and if he had felt as guilty as she had when she had realized where home was.

“Is that why you’re never home long?” He looked at her. She could barely make out his earnest expression in the dusky skylight, the sun long having sunk below the line of buildings surrounding the area.

“Yeah, I suppose so. I love my parents, but I never feel fully myself till I’m back there.”

He nodded, understandingly. “Me neither. I always count down the days till September 1st.”

Hermione looked away, guiltily. She hadn’t told him anything about her plans, knowing if she did he’d only be in danger. She wanted to though, Merlin knows she did. Instead, she was taking sleeping draughts to chase away the stress and dread of what awaited her and her family. At the end of term she had briefly spoken with Ron about her plans. He had simply nodded. There would be no better way and they both knew it. But she wished someone would tell her there was a better way, maybe even to tell her she didn’t have to.

A lump formed in her throat and her lip quivered. She was doing exactly what she promised herself she wouldn’t. This month was for her to enjoy her family and home to the fullest and she had decided that included Dean, even if he knew nothing about it.

Dean glanced at her and started, seeing the tears brimming her eyes. His face was twisted in concern, clearly instantly upset at whatever was hurting her. She swallowed them back, ashamed that she had lost her grip so easily after holding everything together so tightly for so many weeks.

His hand nearest her twitched at his side, but he caught it and shoved it back in his pocket. He looked away, trying to play it off. They stopped walking and Hermione cleared her throat, swiping at her eyes as he wasn’t looking, making sure to remove any traces of the weakness from before.

Warm lights from buildings across the river twinkled faintly through the shrubs and trees on the bank, contentment rushing in to soothe the long-suffering ache in her heart. A breeze whipped through her hair and she breathed deeply, the smells of the river and the city bringing their own sort of strange comfort.

“I miss holding your hand,” Dean suddenly said, his voice barely above a whisper, not taking his eyes off the river sparkling with reflected light.

Her stomach flipped and her heart eagerly thumped against her chest, the ache of before suddenly forgotten.

“Me too,” she said breathlessly, surprising even herself with her honesty.

Dean didn’t immediately react, letting her statement wash over him. His shoulders, which had been carrying a tension she hadn’t noticed, relaxed. He turned to her slowly, his eyes brooding and mysterious. The memory of a particular night in one of the castle breezeways came to her, a night of unknowns and what if’s had Hannah not arrived. The look disappeared and he smiled shyly at her, his dimples peeking out, unsure of themselves.

Without further prompting, he grabbed her hand, interlacing his long fingers with hers. Warmth shot up her arm and radiated through her body. It felt like a Patronus Charm. All the remnants of her dread and uncertainty seemed banished in that moment, away across the river. Vaguely, somewhere in her, she felt the longing to share with him more, more than she knew she could.

Squeezing his hand, she smiled at him. “We should head back.”

He nodded in agreement and leaned down, kissing the top of her head before tugging on her hand to lead them back up the path.

Her body felt lighter and her smile brighter than it had been in weeks. For now, this could be enough, she thought to herself. For now, this would be enough.

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[fashiontrendin-blog]

I tried the world's first 'smart' hair straightener and it cut my styling time in half

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I tried the world's first 'smart' hair straightener and it cut my styling time in half

PRODUCT:

Platinum+ Styler, £175, Ghd

THE HYPE:

The newest addition to the ghd family is the world’s first ‘smart’ hair straightener. What the hell does this mean, you ask? Well, it supposedly responds to your hair and the way that you style (through a series of smart-sounding sensors), controlling heat more effectively and predicting your personal hair needs. Rather than just frying it at a constant heat the entire time, it monitors the heat 250 times per second (yeah, seriously) to keep it at a safe temperature reaching no more than 185°C. The new technology is said to give not only better results, but stronger, healthier hair.

REVIEWER:

Samantha, Deputy Beauty Editor

BEAUTY BIO:

Bleached blonde hair that’s prone to dryness and breakage if not well looked after. Since I’ve been blonde, I’ve avoided heat styling when possible because I don’t want to accelerate any damage.

GHD PLATINUM+ STRAIGHTENER REVIEW:

Ever since glass hair was given a name, I’ve been looking to get back into the straight hair game. Having ditched heat styling pretty much as soon as I went blonde, I’ve missed the sleek, straight strand look I wore pretty much the entire time I was at University.

But having kept the same straightener since then, the results just were not up to scratch. It would take minimum half-an-hour to straighten every section of my hair, and even when I was done, it would always look dry, with some crunchy-textured ends.

Glass hair is the new trend celebs are obsessed with

As soon as I lifted the new ghd Platinum+ out of the box, I could feel it in my waters that this would be a gamechanger. I chose the black styler for extra drama (it also comes in white).

I plugged it in and almost before I could bend back up from reaching the powerpoint, it made the second ding to signal it was already heated and ready to glide. 20 seconds, people. That’s how quickly this bad boy heats up.

Cockily, I section my hair into only two, top and bottom. I started with the loose lower section, grabbing groups of about five centimetres wide to straighten. The platinum+ did its duty in just one stroke, and I didn’t have to go over the same section twice.

For the top section of my hair, I kept a little of my side-sweep tied out of the way, as it’s my crown jewels and I wanted to save it to the end. But the rest of it was whizzed through in seconds and I could tell at this point that the straightener was completely controlling all signs of frizz. In fact, my hair looked quite healthy and shiny, as well as straight. It never once felt like it was being scorched, it seemed like the heat was just enough to do a sleek styling job, but nothing more.

One last stroke and I was done in about 10 minutes, and that was being pretty meticulous to make sure I had a good after shot.

FINAL VERDICT:

The speediest heat up and styling time I’ve ever experienced. But the most impressive thing was how shiny and glossy my hair looked. It didn’t feel any drier than before; in fact, it felt way more manageable. I still had to be careful with the heat on my fragile baby hairs, but other than that it’s the most unscathed my hair has ever felt after straightening.

[obsidianstrawberrymilk]

k i’ve gotta eat dinner but i’ve got some more exilium stuff from my notes

suggested punishments for Waywards

- take a away a meal or multiple meals

- take away their showering privileges

- force them to wear their mask and not allow them to speak to the other waywards for as long as necessary

- leave them to fend for themselves for a few days without any supplies to remind them that living at the camp is a privilege

- kneeling on gravel

- beating if necessary

- dumping cold water on them

- it is suggested that if a Wayward or multiple Waywards are speculated to starting a rebellion to punish swiftly, and punish the whole group and remind them that it’s the leaders fault to alienate them from the rest of the group.

- when handling a troublesome Wayward you need to brake their Spirit down if you want to keep your Authority

That's fucking terrifying thank you.

A lot of these sound like borderline-actual torture and it fits the MO of Exillum very well, they either obey or they're left to die... because that's how the Council treated them first.

I can definitely see Tam getting in trouble a lot, for his own behavior or to take the heat off Linh for something, and he's probably have to deal with all this... jfc.

I wonder if the main characters had stayed at Exillum longer, like actually had to stay as Banished people not with all those safety nets, how they would've dealt with it?

[obsidianstrawberrymilk]

this is the kinda stuff Roarke wears + the tattoos

AYO he looks so badass!! I'm loving the cloak sm he's like a goth wizard boy lmao. I wonder if trauma in elves results in an addiction to Emo aesthetics...

Those earrings are amazing I want them-

[obsidianstrawberrymilk]

Roarke’s mom Moria was bannished for getting pregnant with him at 16. she was given the opportunity to put him up for adoption but didn’t want to.

while his Moria kept him she was a horrible mom, constantly on drugs and having men over.

when he was 3 she was with a man who had a 6 year old daughter named Delaney. the man got Moria pregnant and left leaving Delaney behind as well. she got pregnant two more times with Slone and the twins Fiadh (Fia) and Saoirse (seer-sha).

he and Delaney grew up abused in every way and Moria knew and didn’t care. they did their to protect and raise their siblings but because they where kids themselves they couldn’t do everything. Roarke was constantly angry, and would have outbursts at school or at the men his mom would have over,

he had always found Ogres fascinating when he was 13 he created a gang that was just him Ursa and their siblings, called the foundlings which is what Orges call their adoptive children. they wore animal

masks and would steal food from stalls at the market.

When Delaney was 17 she ran off with her adult boyfriend and Roarke just got angrier.

at 14 he had to make a deal with the Neverseen to get food for his siblings, he ended up unknowingly spreading the plauge. when the cure was made he and his siblings became known as plague spreaders, because there was a whole group of people that had done that.

he was 15 when the banished kids where finally allowed to to the new and improved Exilium he immediately became the kid who started fights and would attack the teachers. but he became the protector of the weaker kids and the foundlings started to grow

when Finn (12) was assaulted it was the one thing Roarke (15) wanted to protect him from. Roarke took Ursa (16) with him to track down the man who did it, and it wasn’t hard.

Roarke made him pay for what he did to Finn and they where lucky Ursa was a conjurer because it made getting rid of the body easier.

after that Roarke realized that it was safer for his siblings be anywhere but with Moria so he took them all and went to go live in a abandoned warehouse they were 5, 5, 9, 12, 15. less than a year later Ursa and Ophelia came to live with them because their mom sent them.

they live right outside of a ogre village called Kelv that is unconnected to ravagog because everyone one else hates them for spreading the plague.

he manifests as a Froster at 16 and has horrible control over it. Bora leaves him in the desert as punishment one day and because he’s a froster he gets heat stroke, and is taken back to their hideout. the Orges contact Livvy to help save him and while none of the Foundlings trust her at first she becomes one of the only adults that they actually trust.

Roarke backstory *jazz hands*

Oh damn that's... intense as hell.

This kid needs therapy. Badly. They're literally the perfect targets for the Neverseen I'm thinking bc they've been hurt by the world in like. Every way and basically no one in this supposedly 'perfect' society helped them? Damn.

At least they've got Livvy? One adult is better than no one lol.

The more you tell me the more I want to steal Bora's kneecaps what an awful person jfc

Did they ever meet Tam and Linh? That would've been an interesting conversation...

[obsidianstrawberrymilk]

Coach Broa Acrasia

Ability: Froster

Position: Right (blue) Hemisphere

reason for banishment: constantly started fights and gave younger prodigy a Concussion

age of banishment: 15

Physical Description: slicked blond hair, olive-toned skin, Navy blue eyes, and sharply angled features,

Coach Rohana Arora

Ability: Guster

Position: Ambi (Purple) Hemisphere

reason for banishment: couldn’t control her ability and created a tornado that harmed over a dozen people

age of banishment: 10

Physical Description: creamy brown skin and straight, shiny black hair, Azure blue eyes and henna tattoos covering her hands, she has jeweled earring and nose piercing

Coach Wilda Stedelen

Ability: Memser

Position: Left (Red) hemisphere

reason for banishment: used her ability to harm other Prodigies because they messed up her desk

age of banishment: 16

Physical Description: auburn hair in a sleek, angled bob and pale blue eyes that she often thickly lines with black eyeliner. she has full sleeve tattoos and often has black painted nails

Asa (Broobie Dude) Lorn

Ability: Talentless

Position: Healer

reason for banishment: created illegal elixirs with Instructions from a banned book hes a bad match it was decided it was safer to banish him

age of banishment: 12

Physical Description: he has copper skin, brown wavy hair that goes down to his shoulders, and dark sea green eyes

I love how they were all banished for either really shitty (discrimination, can't control their abilities), objectively minor that definitely never deserved this (starting fights, hurting people for messing up their desk) or a mix of both, reasons. Its so fucked up and unfair and yet here they are just... continuing the cycle they were basically raised in. It's so messed up.

Your worldbuilding is so good and realistic and it really adds to the feel of how dystopic kotlc is tbh

[obsidianstrawberrymilk]

Coaches General rules

- coaches are prohibited from getting close with any Wayward and from doing any special favors for a Wayward (ie. giving extra food, blankets, medicine etc.)

- coaches will do what ever is necessary to protect their fellow coaches even if that means possibly harming a Wayward your coworkers come first.

- coaches will always be on the alert for rebellion and use whatever means they feel necessary to punish a Wayward who is rebelling because a rebellion starts with one.

- the only Waywards that a coach will punish is their own. they have no authority over the discipline of Waywards from other hemisphere’s unless stated otherwise by the other coach/coaches

- the coaches will keep each other in line, if a coach finds that one of their coworkers are breaking the rules, it’s their duty to make sure they don’t do it again using whatever means necessary.

- do not let your Authority be questioned. you are the one in charge and if your authority is threatened make sure it’s understood who’s in change

So they're instructed to act as prison wardens to traumatized and abandoned children with no other adult figures in their lives. Yeah sounds about right.

This is exactly how they act in the books and its lowkey terrifying, at any given moment ELEVEN YEAR OLD CHILDREN can be whipped off to an eternal forced survival with teachers who act as prison wardens and have an insane amount of power, its so bad oml. It's as bad as the prison system here, maybe even worse in some ways. It's a wonder every Wayward hasn't just joined the Neverseen yet ngl.

[obsidianstrawberrymilk]

little and Older Auberon (i forgot to give the little one eyebrows and can’t find the piccrew i used)

Estelle and the twins

ESTELLE IS SO PRETTY omg she and Auberon are like the hot couple of their generation wtf, forget Alden and Della it's these two. Odette is like. Exactly how I imagined her?? She's really pretty and Marcel too!! Do they also have teal eyes? I can't tell, it looks like Estelle does tho.

Auberon's my favorite tho, I love how you can see how being banished has changed him sm like it's not just growing up he went from 'cheerful prep staring into my soul' to apocalypse survivor. I feel like he deserves to punch a Vacker (NOT Estelle) as a treat.

Okay wait: did Estelle take her husband's name or did Dickinson take hers? If so ewww.

[obsidianstrawberrymilk]

Estelle Vacker and Auberon Dizznee meet when they are going to foxfire, they start dating when they are about 15-16 keep their relationship secret because Etstelle’s family would have a fit.

Auberon’s twin sister Soreya (who went to Hinterland not Foxfire) didn’t like the idea of her brother dating a Vacker because she was worried that her family might get him banished to get away from Estelle, because that had happened to other people in the past. she ended up telling Oriana (the teacher at Hinterland) who tries to talk Auberon out of dating Estelle because he’s talentless and she’s a telepath and a Vacker.

Auberon wasn’t worried because Estelle knew that she would be disowned and didn’t care, she had insisted that her family would never get him banished and Auberon told Oriana this, but she wasn’t convinced.

he proposed to Estelle when she graduated the Elite levels, her family found out, but instead of threatening to disown her, they said they would get Auberon banished just like his sisters said they would. the treats would also include his family as time went on, but Estelle is convinced that it’s just a bluff and continued with the wedding planing. they thought maybe if Estelle got pregnant with his kid her family would have no choice but to let them get married (they where like 20 and very dumb)

that’s not what happened, when her family caught wind of her pregnancy, they conjured up a lie that not only involved Auburn but Soreya as well, to punish him for wasting her first child. about both of them being involved in questionable activities (idk what they are) and made up proof. getting them both banished and causing Auberon’s entire family to hate Estelle because they saw it as her fault.

Estelle was forced to marry her #1 match not even two months later and everyone around her pretend like it was perfectly normal and like Aubron never existed.

Estelle’s new husband was physically, verbally abusive and controlled every aspect of her life, making it so she couldn’t get out because she had no friends. it’s not like elves believe abuse anyways.

she ended up getting pregnant with his twins and when he found out he was furious and caused her to go into labor early, with the twins the boy Marcel ended up with cerebral palsy while the girl Odette,was fine. Marcel couldn’t walk well and was mute, their father called him it and kept in locked in the house not letting anyone know he had a son. while he acted like Odette was his pride and joy at least in public. if she made any sort of mistake he would berate her and tell her to stop acting like a twin unless she wanted to be locked in the house like her brother.

while Marcel was unable to speak he was just as intelligent as ever other child, and his mom knew this because she got in the habit of having Telepathic conversations with the twins to keep them quiet when their father was home.

when the twins where 11 she got pregnant again and had a little girl named Vivianne but they called her Vivi. when she was four she knocked over her fathers work and he smacked her, the screamed at her for crying before throwing her in her room. Marcel heard her crying and came to comfort her. when Odette came home from school Vivi had a bruise on her face so she didn’t have a hard time figuring out what happened to her baby sister.

the twins stayed with Vivi until she fell asleep and decided that instead of telling their mom who they thought was going through enough as is that they would take matters into their own hands.

they found their father in his office and Odette went inside while Marcel stayed outside. Odette knew she was the favorite and thought maybe he loved her enough to listen to her, and stop hurting them. so Odette asked their father why he hit Vivianne, he told them to leave and when they didn’t he started screaming, it escalated to the point that he threw s decoration off his desk at her and hit her in the head drawing blood and causing her to fall to the ground.

Marcel heard her fall and came in the room as quickly as he could to find her bleeding, he was furious and was done with his father treating them the way he did. Marcel wished that he could make his father hurt in all the ways he had hurt his family, he imagined all the things he would do if he could fight if he was bigger, and how much pain he would put his father though. he would make sure he never hurt his mom or sisters again. the images he imagined almost felt real.

he was snapped out of his thoughts by his mom holding his face and transmitting the words “Marcy Stop” over and over into his mind

he snapped out of it to see he father bleeding and unconscious on the floor, and Odette crying on the floor trying next to him get him to wake up.

while he treated her badly her father still acted like he cared about her at times and unlike Marcel she loved him, and didn’t want him to die. as confusing and conflicted it made her feel

this is all i have written in one place atm but it keeps going (i wanna make this a fic)

HOLY SHIT that's so intense oml ;-; yeah this is exactly the type of 'Vacker Legacy' bullshit that family would try and keep covered up huh-

This is so good though, it really shows the issues with letting families and status have so much power and also provides a really interesting dimension to Dex's early books dislike of Fitz.

I love Estelle, Odette, Vivi, and Marcel ;-; lowkey I think Marcel deserves to kill his dad. As a treat.

How do they get along with Fitz Alvar and Biana? What about the rest of the family - like did they all know about Estelle's husband?

Lmao all my hcs for Vacker cousins were 'they're the most unbearable pieces of shit ever' so this is much better