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[tomsparkyr]

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following episode one of 'inside' — george clarke x fem!reader

by any means i do not own 'inside' and all credit is theirs (!!)

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You sat yourself down on the chair placed in the middle of the room, a soft blue and purple light flooding the area. You smiled at the camera in front of you, feeling a little bit nervous at the entire concept of the show; but nonetheless, you still agreed to contribute to it.

It was difficult not to tell your friends about the whole thing, sworn (and to a contract) that you weren’t allowed to tell them you were entering a home with no outside contact for 7 days; only allowed to tell them you were taking a social media break.

Your family knew, obviously. But unable to tell your fellow youtuber friends was tough, because it was so painfully obvious where you were going.

Having to lie to George, Chris and everyone else was awkward. They had arranged plans for the next week and you had to reluctantly say no, because of course, you would much rather be stuck in a home with people you don’t know and then spending money that could potentially be yours.

Clearing your throat, you introduced yourself.

”Hello, my name is Y/N, I’m 24 and I’m a youtuber slash content creator!” You grinned expectantly at the camera.

Continuing, “Most of my content is just… me and my friends getting drunk and filming it because we think we’re funny!” You answered honestly, thinking back on the many times you got too drunk filming pub golf videos that George had to give you a piggy-back on the walk home.

The camera crew asked you how well you think you’re going to do in the challenge,

“I’d like to think I’ll do well, honestly!” You laughed.

”I spend money but I don’t spend so much at a time; like I could go weeks without buying something, then suddenly I’m a couple hundred quid down within a week?”

You continued, “I think I can go without my phone for a week; I’d like to think I’m not that addicted.” You laughed and cringed slightly.

”If anything I think I’ll miss my friends more than anything. I’m sure I’ll love the people there but it’s meeting new faces, I’d just love to walk in there now and see someone I know— My dog! That’s it, I’ll miss my dog this most!” You interrupted yourself, losing your train of thought.

The camera crew laughed at you and pushed the interest about your dog back home, “I just hope she’s being looked after. I’ve left her with George for the week so I think she’ll live?” You laughed nervously.

Upon this, the camera crew behind the device smirked and tilted their heads downwards so you couldn’t see their face. A couple of them turned around and subtly nudged each other.

It was at this point that the crew said that your interview was over and that it was time to enter the place you’ll be living in for the next week.

You nervously picked up your suitcase, clinging onto your comfort pillow in your right arm and hugging it tight to your chest. You couldn’t remember if you could take this into the house but taking no risks, you took it anyway.

You entered a white room with zero life in it; a metal detector gate stood in the centre of the room and a hole to put your luggage in.

”Oh, God.” You muttered under your breath as you realised there was no turning back now.

You paused for a second and scanned the area before realising it was just you in here, “Oh, I’m by myself… that’s embarrassing.” You laughed at yourself, knowing your friends at home were going to be making fun of you when this aired.

Walking through the metal detector, you lugged your suitcase behind you and only just recognised that you might have overpacked for a place that would not utilise your items in absolutely any way.

After putting your suitcase on the conveyor, you walked through to the main area in which you could hear some voices, none of which you could distinguish.

Walking through the empty hallway, you called out “Hello?”

Upon saying this, two heads poked out and their eyes widened at the sight of you.

The girl ran over to you and embraced you into a hug and introduced herself, “Hey, I’m Mya!” She smiled at you as you responded; she was happy there was another girl in the house with her already.

Meanwhile, the man who had seen you first turned his attention to the other male in the house as you and Mya embraced; “Yo, George, isn’t that your girlfriend?”

George furrowed his brows, a bit taken aback “My what?” He laughed a bit as his feet took him towards the hallway to peek at the new arrival; who was supposedly his girlfriend?

Pulling back from Mya’s hug, you made direct eye-contact with George, your best friend, standing a couple feet away from you. “What the fuck?” You shouted and broke out into a sprint towards him, him already on route to you.

”No way!” He shouted back and caught your figure into a tight hug, his arms wrapped comfortably around your waist and lifted you off the ground slightly as he buried his face into your neck amidst the hug.

You slung your arms around his broad shoulders and fell into the all too familiar embrace, catching his scent and subtly running your hands through the hair on the back of his head.

”Why didn’t you tell me you were coming in here?” He chuckled, his voice muffled as his head was tucked into your neck; he had settled you down onto the floor now but didn’t falter his grip by any means.

You laughed back at him, pulling your head away so you could maintain eye-contact with him, “Why didn’t you tell me?” You retorted jokingly.

PK looked confused, “So they are boyfriend and girlfriend then?” Mya laughed at him, knowing the extent that you and George got shipped on Tiktok, the occasional edit finding itself on everyone’s for you page.

You and George turned back to look at PK,“No, no! George is my best friend!” You smiled at him, still in disbelief that George was actually here; “Half my videos are just with her.” George finished for you.

PK tilted his head, pointing between you two in which at the time you realised George’s hands were still resting on your waist while yours were cradling the back of his neck.

Confused (still), PK shook his head and waved his hand in dismissal, completely convinced that he was looking at a couple in front of him.

As more people entered one by one, you and George dispersed from the group, his arm slung around your shoulders and keeping you against him the entire time.

You shook your head and looked up at him with a smile, “What are you even doing here?”

George smiled down at you as you settled themselves down on the sofa in the living room.

“Dunno, the Sidemen like me so I thought, why not?” He laughed at himself, you scooted closer to him as he picked up a cushion to set it down on yours and his lap.

He nudged you, “What about you, you little minx, how did you keep that a secret from me?”

You smirked and fiddled with the loose threads on the cushion.

”I didn’t tell anyone!” You admitted, “Not you, not Chris, not Arthur; I told no one! Not even— Wait…” You trailed off, eyes widening.

”George, who’s looking after my dog?” You said, fear flooding your features.

George laughed and threw his head back, a hand rubbing up and down your shoulder as you persisted on the whereabouts of your dog.

”She’s living with Chris and Arthur for the week.” He reassured you, an obvious relief washing over you as your shoulders fell from a hunched position.

In your own little world, you and George nattered away to each other, updating him on everything he’s missed and completely ignorant to the new members joining the house; because you were all too consumed with each other.

George just knew at that moment that when this aired, Chris was going to rip into the way he was staring at his ‘best friend’.

A shouting voice tore you out of your George-infused daze as it was directed at you two, “Wait, you’re that couple that’s always edited on my for you page?”

The blonde girl next to her snapped her head around to the pair of you sitting with George’s arm still around you, her eyes widening, “Holy shit! I love you two!”

George’s cheeks suddenly were painted a pink colour and you sported a flushed face. An awkward laugh bubbled from your chest, “What?”

Upon seeing your awkward faces and red creeping up your necks, the blonde girl covered her mouth and apologised, “Oh fuck! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—“

You stood up and left George’s touch, walking over to the girl with a comforting smile on your face.

“Don’t worry! Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.” You said as you raised your arms out for a hug.

She met you halfway as she responded,“Ugh, you’re gorgeous. I’m Milli.” She smiled sweetly at you, peering over her shoulder to see the other girl still gawking at you.

The louder one strutted over and immediately pulled you into a hug, “I’m Farah, who is sorry about—“ “Oh, God. Don’t even worry about it!” You reassured the girl, finding it quite amusing that you and George had crept your ways onto other people’s for you page.

time skip!

The bedroom situation was the next challenge.

After introducing yourself to everyone (they acted as if they didn’t know who you were, but they had all seen the George x Y/N edits) you all made your way over to the bedrooms, some even breaking out into a sprint.

A couple people jumped onto their beds, claiming it as their own. There were two double beds and the rest were singles, but because there were only 10 people at the time, sharing a double bed wouldn’t be an issue at the moment.

George leaped onto one bed and said sarcastically, “Oh my God, guys, stop fighting over my bed!” You laughed at him and slowly sat down on the one remaining bed next to his.

You crawled onto your bed after readjusting the pillows against the headboard so you could sit up comfortably, leaning back and allowing your eyes to close momentarily.

It wasn’t until you felt a nudge on your shin that you opened your eyes and saw a George Clarke resting on his stomach, a pillow squished between his chest and the bed, his beaming smile staring at you.

You tilted your head at him and smiled softly, lightly kicking your foot back at him as his hand lingered on your leg; the rest of the room became a blur as he kept looking at you.

Sending a quick wink your way, he hoisted himself up off the bed and gestured a hand out to you. You took it as he helped you onto your feet, so the group could walk back into the living room per producers request.

The group all positioned themselves on the couch, George settling down on the end as you squeezed between him and Mandi. With little spare room on the couch, George carefully lifted your leg so it was led over his thigh and his hand rested comfortably on your knee. Opposite you, Whitney grinned at the action.

George was fiddling with his bottle as the group conversed, “So, Y/N what do you do?” Cinna asked you.

Hearing your name, you perked up. “I mainly do YouTube videos with this weirdo here.” You pointed a thumb George’s way.

The group laughed at you and took careful notice at your closeness with George. “And George, what do you do?” She continued.

George tilted his head, “I started on TikTok.” He trailed off as Whitney butted in. “Do you talk on TikTok?”

“Yeah.” George responded. Whitney persisted, “Why not in real life?” You furrowed your brows at this. George, oblivious to her, said “Should I stop?” as he pointed at himself jokingly.

“But you don’t talk in real life! I’m like “George…” Whitney said. She was then interrupted by the Sidemen walking in, smug smirks tugging on their face.

You and George smiled at the familiar faces, previously being in Sidemen videos in the past. You took notice that George’s mood had picked up more now he knew more than one person, becoming more comfortable in the odd place he was confined in.

JJ began for the group, “Welcome to the new series of Inside!” 

The group whooped and cheered at this. Everyone was excited at the prospect of winning a million pounds.

The Sidemen began listing off the rules and concept of Inside, everyone nodding along and the occasional verbal reaction. 

Harry pointed at you and the group, “You’ll be glad to know, the shop is now open!” You and Farah made eye-contact and started jumping up to run to the shop as a joke, the group laughing at the pair of you.

JJ said one last thing before everyone bid their goodbyes to the Sidemen, “Good luck, motherfuckers!”

You all clapped and half heartedly cheered, more nervous than excited at this rate because the money you could win was in the hands of everyone else.

Farah quickly asked as they were leaving, “Wait, can I ask? When is the first challenge?”

“Shut up.”

time skip!

The group all discussed that you wanted to keep the prize money at least 800K, agreeing with a ‘hands in the middle’ before you all jogged down to the shop.

As you entered, half the group were already in there and complaining about the lack of choices they could purchase, Milli however wasn’t upset about the prices at this point.

You and George lurked at the back, shoulder to shoulder and laughed at Mandi as she stood up to the camera asking about the whereabouts of her vodka.

As a quarter of the group decided on food and drinks as the first purchase before you butted in with a suggestion, “Wait, surely we should get some entertainment first, just so we don’t all want to die on the first day?”

George, Dylan and Milli pointed at you, nodding and verbalising their agreement. Milli grabbed your upper arm and took you both to the camera to confirm your order.

“I’ll say table tennis bat and you’ll say table tennis ball, right?” You asked her, she smiled as you both poked your head up to the camera and held your microphone to your mouth.

“Can I confirm the table tennis bat,” “And the table tennis ball, please?” You and Milli spoke, giggling at each other after as you made eye-contact.

You distanced yourself from the group and they began talking louder and speaking over each other, finding yourself settled next to George who had barely spoken outside of you since being in here.

Looking at the list of items, you nudged George, “What the fuck is a ‘golden straw’?” You laughed and furrowed your brows.

You saw his eyes scan the list and chuckle at the item considering its price, “That’s actually a stupid price.” He thought out loud.

“I swear if anyone buys that shit…” You closed your eyes and shook your head, sneaking your arms around him so you could link arms.

The door suddenly opened to reveal the items you and Milli had bought. She turned around and called your name to come over to her. You walked over and tugged George close along behind you.

You saw Milli’s shoulder drop and she leaned down to pick the item up, “What?” You questioned. She turned around and lifted up the one tennis bat.

“No!” You gasped and tightened your grip on George’s arm. “Is it one?” He asked, dreading the worst after your reaction.

“It’s one!” Milli confirmed your suspicions. You groaned, cursing out the Sidemen as everyone around out kept bickering. You watched as Dylan walked back to the camera.

“I’m confirming that you did scam us with that one, I’m not going to lie. So we are ordering one more bat.” He purchased the other bat.

You turned around to face George, smiling up at him as his figure towered over you. “I’m gonna kick your ass at table tennis.” You promised to him and yourself. Laughing at you, he drifted his hands down to rest on your hips, “Best out of three; guaranteed I’m gonna win all three.” He replied smuggly, looking down at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Not bothering to listen to everyone talk about eating arrangements, you yanked George’s arm and the pair of you ran back to the living room, table tennis bats in hands and laughing in joy. Even in a confined house with 10 other people, you found George attached to you as if it was only the pair of you; no one else mattered except for him.

George walked around the table, shoving you lightly before the game started in an attempt to throw you off. You cleared your throat, “This is a practice round, no cheating and no foul play!”

“You’re only saying it’s a practice round so you’re not embarrassed when I kick your ass.” George winked at you and threw the table tennis ball down onto the table.

You heard a playful gag next to you, “Ew, guys stop flirting!” Cinna stated sarcastically. You and George only laughed and began playing against each other.

George played against you for a couple rounds, the game going back and forth a handful of times. Eventually, after a good 15 minutes, you beat George in a tight game. George only shrugged and walked backwards to sit on the couch, leaning his body back and relaxing for the first time since walking in here.

You tilted your head and called Dylan up to play against you, still high on adrenaline. “Dylan, come play the reigning champion!”

Hearing this, George’s head popped up with furrowed brows. “What? I thought you said it was a practice round?” He asked in mock offence.

You shrugged, “Yeah it was… until I beat you.” George suppressed a laugh into a groan and rolled his head back as you shot him a sickeningly sweet smile; knowing he had been caught out by you once again (not that he did anything to stop it).

interview room!

“I mean, I think I’ve started off decently. Barely spent money so far, but I haven’t been down there since I got the table tennis stuff.”

“I mean, I don’t really care about winning now that I’ve beaten George in table tennis! I’ve known him for years, played against him thousands of times and now suddenly hours into my new home for the week and straight off the bat I’ve already taken the win”

“My main concern right now is that I’m so hungry. And I know the meals are gonna be shit, but honestly, I could take anything right now!”

After gossiping about the whole pot noodle fiasco, an alert came up on the screen: ‘Lunch is now ready to collect from the shop’.

“Oh, thank God.” You groaned, feeling the effects of a constant rumbling stomach taking a toll on you. George, who was sitting opposite you looked puzzled and partially offended, “You’re taking the piss. Lunch?”

Leading the pack down to the shop, you skipped down to the final step and came face to face with an open trap door and met some… unpleasant food. Picking up two of the pots, you inspected the food.

George creeped in behind you and peered over your shoulder. Upon seeing his presence, you passed him his meal and stiffled a laugh at his scrunched up nose and face of disgust.

Grabbing a spoon, you opened the pot and attempted not to be put off it immediately. You watched Mandi verbally express her utter hatred towards the food; placing a hand on her shoulder, you urged her to try a bit before she opted out. “Hey, Mandi. Just try a little before--”

“Can I confirm an upgrade, please?” You sighed as she ignored you. Feeling awkward now, George wrapped his arm around its usual spot on your shoulder and tugged you against him, whispering in your ear not to worry about it; unbeknownst that the cameras can see and hear everything.

The pair of you walked away from the chaos of buying upgrades, chatting to each other and sitting back down onto the couch.

Cinna watched you and walked up to you, “Come with me to get the rest?” She urged, knowing many people had left scraps of food down in the shop and was aware of your hunger earlier on.

You smiled at her and left George’s touch, him frowning slightly. You followed side by side with Cinna, strutting into the shop and splitting the weight of the spare food between the two of you.

As you began walking away, you spotted something shiny left in the shop.

“No fucking way.” You murmered, now having personal issues with this goddamned straw. Cinna turned around at your words, eyes widening and walking over to pick up the straw.

“Is there a golden straw in there? Did they leave it?” She questioned no one in particular.

You threw the straw a rude face, “That shit cost fucking £2,500?” You shook your head, already having some suspects on who bought it.

Snatching the straw off her, you stormed ahead to the living room to ask some very needed questions; Cinna laughing at you as she trailed behind, finding your beef with the straw hilarious.

“Who bought this?” You spoke loudly as you entered the room, watching George on the beanbag throw his head back in mock frustration, murmuring some swear words in the wake.

Cinna walked in and made a bee-line for Mandi, “It was you, wasn’t it?” Mandi’s lack of an answer told you the whole story.

Passing the straw to Mandi, you felt a hand brush yourself and looked down to George playing with your fingers as he remained seated, his eyes watching the conversations rather than you. You suppressed a smile at this and tried to fight back a blush from creeping onto your face.

You were snapped out of your thoughts as the voice of Tobi rang around the house, “It’s time for your first challenge.”

time skip!

Finally, it was you and George remaining; neither of you had been selected to compete in Insider Dating (a part of you felt like they set you two up on purpose, but by no means were you complaining).

“And lastly… George? Y/N?” Simon smirked, holding his card close to his chest.

The group whooped and cheered as the pair of you stood up, even JJ was jeering you on. Tobi leaned in to whisper something in his ear, and JJ let out his gawking laugh in response. You groaned, fully aware it was something revolving between you and George.

George sat down opposite you, a worried grin painted on his face as you sucked in a deep breath, picking up the menu in front of you.

“For not the first restaurant date for these two,” Simon started, smirking as he watched both of your faces grow a shade darker and keeping your heads down low. Some of the other contestants let out a wolf-whistle and slammed the table as they laughed at Simon’s joke. “On the menu for you two is Shocking Questions.”

As you inspected the menu more, confused on what was happening, George had already figured it out. He looked at the Sidemen for confirmation and said, “Oh.” You looked up at him, hoping he wouldn’t see your blush. “What’s that?”

“We’ll be getting shocked.” He said with a lack of enthusiasm. You closed your eyes and sighed, nervous about both the questions and being shocked; but remaining determined that you wouldn’t press the red buzzer.

Simon started, “Okay, George. You’ll be answering the questions first, so, Y/N, please ask the first question.”

You took a deep breath, inspecting the question before looking up at George and asking him, “What is your worst online dating experience?”

Unsure when to start, George looked around him and then at the camera, “Okay, um…”

He placed his hands on the table in front of him, “I matched with somebody on--” He cut himself off as an electric jolt sent his body forwards as he groaned in pain. You covered your mouth in shock and offered a hand out on the table for him to grip onto for comfort.

Taking your hand very quickly he continued, “That’s a lot of power. Um. I matched with somebody on Hinge, and I was speaking to them for about two days. Voice notes back and forth, it was fun. And then--”

Another jolt came through and he squeezed your hand hard, cursing out in the meantime, “Oh, God! I’m sorry, Y/N!” You shook your head and reassured him, “No, no! Keep going, you’re doing great!” The contestants laughed at you as you attempted to comfort George as more jolts came through.

“Fucking hell. Um, then I tried to meet up with them, but it turns out they weren’t real. I was there for an hour and a half.” You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at his story, focusing on him and keeping eye-contact with him to try and urge him through this. Also thinking at the same time, if his questions were bad, think of the masacre for you.

“I came back home, reverse Google Image searched them--” George’s body locking up in pain from the electric, “And they weren’t real. Fucking hell, that’s a lot!” He groaned, still squeezing your hand across the table.

Simon urged you to ask the next question, “Could we please have the second question?”

Your eyes widened at the question and George felt more jolts come through, “Oh, my God, please, can we make it a quick one?” He begged, playing with your fingers and cracking your knuckles as a way to distract himself from the pain. “Oh, my God. That was actually quite bad.”

You began starting the next question, interrupted by George burying his head into his bicep and groaning out, “Fuck!”

“If you had to snog, marry and avoid three Insiders, who and why?” You stared into his eyes as a faint pink sprinkled his cheeks; you couldn’t decipher whether that was out of pain or embarrassment of the question.

George pulled a shocked yet puzzled face, “I don’t fucking know!” 

PK from the side shouted out, “Yes, you fucking do!” while pointing your way; you were unable to see this as your eyes were trained on George in front of you.

“Both genders?” George joked to try and diffuse the situation, making the Sidemen laugh as jolts of electricity came through more frequently and painfully.

George shook his head and gestured towards you, “Snog you, avoid Farah,” He turned around to face her and sent an apologetic look her way, “Sorry, you’re quite loud!” The rest of the group laughed as he turned back to you, “And marry Y/N!”

The group, including the Sidemen all screamed and pointed accusing fingers at George, while you sat with a mouth open and a surely bright red face by now. “You said Y/N twice!” Simon raised his brows and shouted at the man. “You can’t pick the same person twice!” JJ laughed.

George’s eyes widened as he realised what he did, “Shit! I meant marry Y/N, snog Y/N-- Shit!” He cursed as another jolt came through and stumbled over his words, “Fuck! No! Snog Mya!”

Everyone, including you laughed at him as Simon now approved the answer, and George’s grip on your hand faltered and he hid his face on the table, embarrassed beyond belief.

Some of the girls awed at his answer as the chaos had only just settled down, the focus turning on to you (as if it wasn’t already).

You rolled your head back in an attempt to release some nerves but failed to do so. You swallowed hard and looked in front of you to see George, now sat upright, staring at you with something in his eyes that you couldn’t decipher.

Looking down at the table, you saw George’s extended hand open for you, “Tit for tat?” He tilted his head, smiling at you as you accepted it, your palm brushing his. He took a deep breath as his heart jumped a little bit at the intimate moment shared in front of everyone and dozens of cameras.

Simon perked up again, “George, could you please ask the first question?” 

George looked down at the question sheet, eyes widening at the second question in particular, but chose to tackle that situation when he got there.

“Y/N,” You were waiting for the first shock but it hasn't come yet, “Why did you break up with your last boyfriend?” George asked.

Your mouth dropped open in shock, “Oh, God. Alright, so basically--” You screamed as the first shock came through and your body jolted forward in a much similar fashion as George’s previously had. You gripped his hand hard, feeling bad that you could potentially be hurting him in the process.

“You’ve got it, you’ve got it.” George encouraged you, a soft smile etched across his face.

“Shit! Okay--” Another shock going up your spine, painful but quick, “He said I was in-- Fuck!” More and more shocks came through. You understood you would have to rush this answer because there was no way you could get through it at this rate.

“He said I was in love with someone else apparently, so he-- Shitting Hell!” You gripped George’s hand. “So he cheated on me and I snitched on him to his mother!” You blurted out, hearing the loud laughter from the contestants and the Sidemen around you, even George was trying and failing to suppress a laugh.

JJ’s laugh stood out from everyone elses, “Damn Y/N! We’ll take that. George, next question?”

George’s smile fell slightly, “Right, Y/N…” Your body jolted forward in pain, “Shit! George, I love you but please hurry up!” The group laughed at your reaction.

“Okay! Okay! Y/N explain the story of your first kiss.” His voice faltered towards the end, heart thumping in his chest as your face paled.

Your eyes widened and you shook your head rapidly, “No! No! I can’t say that!” Tobi butted in, “Answer or lose 10K!”

A horrendous jolt of electricity went through your body and your hand held George’s while the other bunched up the cloth of the table as you squeezed it.

“Tell us, Y/N!” You heard other contestants shout at you. Milli shouted, “Come on, Y/N! You can do it!”

You tossed your head back, “Fuck! Okay! So basically, we were younger and neither of us-- Shit!” 

“Neither of us had had our first kiss yet, so we--” You groaned, head now falling forwards as your hair covered your face slightly. George leaned over and brushed it away, tucking it behind your ears. 

“Push the button, Y/N!” JJ urged. “Fuck off!” You screamed back, some of the group crying with laughter and standing up in doing so.

“We played odds on that we had to kiss right then and there! That’s it! Please turn this fucking thing off!” You begged, feeling sweat drip from your forehead now.

However, Simon decided to alter the rules of the game.

“Y/N, we’re not accepting that until you tell us who it was with.”

Your eyes bulged out of their head as the screaming around you ensured, George falling unusually quiet compared to everyone else as his gaze remained locked on you.

“What the fuck? That’s not-- Oh, God!” You groaned, “That’s not fair!”

JJ and Tobi just laughed, “Just tell us!”

You shook your head rapidly, “No fucking way!”

“Say it!” They screamed.

“No!” You responded with the same energy.

“You’re not leaving until you tell--”

“George!”

Everyone around you jumped up in shock and amusement, smacking the table laughing and pointing fingers at you and George.

George’s mouth also dropped open in shock as he didn’t think you would actually admit to it, blush coating his neck and cheeks as everyone was looking at you two and that you had exposed your deepest secret.

Your body relaxed as the shocks stopped but you didn’t necessarily win; sure, not losing 10K is great, but now on day one of your new home, everyone would talk about you and George, definitely not helping your case that you’re not dating.

Simon removed his hand from covering his mouth in shock, “Well… I guess you passed.” He didn’t know what to say, no one did really; everyone was just screaming incoherent words in disbelief of this entire situation.

You had never wanted to hear the words of Tobi more in your entire life, “Insiders, you have completed your first challenge of the series.”

time skip!

After a long first day, you had settled yourself down onto the couch in the living room. Led down, you sported George’s hoodie as he found himself back at the table tennis court; this time battling against PK. Blocking everyone out, you drift off for your much needed nap.

As George played against PK, the new contestant DDG had some questions.

“I didn’t know the Sidemen let couples on here.” He thought out loud, catching everyone in the room's attention. They looked at him with tilted heads. “Who’s the couple?” Cinna asked.

DDG pointed a thumb in your direction as you laid unconscious on the couch, “That’s your girl, right?” He nodded towards George.

George chuckled and looked down, “Yeah, George. How’s your girl?” PK teased.

Shaking his head, George served the tennis ball nonchalantly, “She’s just my friend.” He didn’t know who he was trying to prove, himself or those around him.

Dylan butted in, “Oh yeah, I just kiss my best friends every now and then.”

Without looking at them, George continued, “Ah! I was her first kiss, that doesn’t mean we just kiss every now and then.”

“Bet you’d like that, huh?” PK laughed. In mock retaliation, George served a harsh ball his way, the mini group laughing at him.

DDG looked between you on the couch and George standing to his right, “Hold up… you’re not dating her?” George shook his head.

He raised his brows, “For real, man?”

George slowly nodded, “For real.” He sounded partially disappointed but masked it as he continued playing table tennis.

time skip!

You found yourself standing in the shop alone, inspecting the items as you were yet to purchase anything for yourself, excluding the singular tennis bat earlier. You heard someone creeping up behind you.

“What are you thinking about, beautiful?” George whispered from beind you, crouching down slightly so he could reach your height. You leaned back into him and his hands wrapped around your waist.

“Why the fuck do I want that jiggly ball so bad?” You thought out loud. George responded with a loud gawking laugh, stumbling back a bit and bringing you with him.

You turned around and slapped his chest, “No, George! It’s not funny! Why does every part of me need that jiggly ball?”

He looked down at you with a suggestive eyebrow raise, your face fell as you understood what he was insinuating. “Oh, shut up!”

Laughing, you held his hand and walked out of the shop together. You settled on the couch again after your nap, reintroducing yourself Patrice as the last time you saw him was when you were half-asleep.

A couple of minutes later, you heard your name being whispered at the door. Standing up, you followed the noise and was met with George suppressing a wild grin and something stuffed up his shirt. “Oh, God. What did you do?” You smiled.

George leaned down and dragged the pair of you into the corner of the room, “I might have suggested that Farah get something for you.” Your eyes sparkled in excitement.

“No, you didn’t…” You mumbled. 

It was then that George whipped out the bright purple and blue jiggly ball from underneath his shirt, handing it to you and bouncing it between his hands in the process, giggling in excitement. “Oh, my God!” You squealed.

You took the ball from him and played with it for a moment before looking up to see George already staring at you. You shook your head, smiling at him, “Thank you!” 

You pulled him into a crushing hug, his strong arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you off the ground, swaying the pair of you back and forth slightly. He placed you back down as you seperated from the hug, hands remaining on your waist as you stared at each other, not breaking eye-contact. 

Neither of you said anything to each other, but your eyes said so much more. The hand that wasn’t holding the ball reached up to his face and urged him to tilt his head to the side, before you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Pulling away from your peck, you smiled at him and backed away slightly. You tossed the ball so it hit his forehead lightly and bounced back into your hands, “I’ll see you later.” You bit your lip to keep your smile from growing.

Walking away, you didn’t notice that George watched you as you went; a hand pressed up against his cheek where you had kissed him, only hoping it was closer to his lips.

As bedtime rolled around, you situated yourself in your bed next to George’s. You rested on the side facing him, finding him doing the same and could recognise his beaming smile even in the darkness.

You rolled onto your back, staring up at the ceiling as the tiredness took a toll on you. You let your hand flop off the side of your bed, not thinking too much of it.

Then, you felt a soft brush against your hand and looked down at it, seeing George’s hand lacing his fingers with yours as his hand was stretched off his own bed. Leaning off the side of his bed, George pressed a soft kiss onto the back of your hand, signaling a sweet ‘goodnight’ to you before the pair of you dozed off.

Maybe this weird, confined lifestyle where everything was overpriced and challenges determined your mood for that day wasn’t too bad. But maybe, it was rather the person holding your hand that could help you tolerate this.

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[skythealmighty]

haha i love when i struggle with multiple hyperfixations at once. i am a coward for not making a crossover between allnof them but like. worldbuilding hard stfu

#rocket talk #the hyperfixes: #tmnt #inanimate insanity #bfdi #dsmp #the last one mostly spurred on by the stupid shit dreams doing #love clowning on that fool

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i love how people are reblogging gi's hit post like it isnt a sign of his crippling inability to deal with change or to come to terms with his own self

anyway on other news i have a bunch of ideas for a new d&d campaign!

#i love my cousin but he really really needs therapy #like REALLY really

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I just realized... why do we call it "humanity"? Shouldn't it be "objectity"? IS it that in some universes? Can we claim universes that use "humanity" all once had humans???

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Hello! Golf Ball from the BFDI universe here. I can confirm we use 'humanity' because we have, and also have had, humans. I cannot say for other universes though.

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Fan II at your service! we use both- humans are kind of a myth for the most part. depends on how religious you are sometimes

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Cringe Pill, TDOS- 'objectity' is the main term we use. Hadn't even heard of humans until Real Life Battle, honestly

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guys, you're way overthinking this. here one sec

add in the tags what universe you're from (and if you picked humanity, if you know why add that too)

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Oh, hadn't even thought of that...

#Goes to show you can be as smart as you want and still be stupid 😅 #Very curious to see the responses

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🎩 not-a-magician asked: Hi, I've been seeing people ask you for advice on auras and mental wellness and things... do you have anything for sleeping? I don't know if I have insomnia, but I've definitely had some trouble sleeping lately. I'm tired as hell but can't seem to just. Do it. Any advice at all would mean the world to me, really

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(Reminder to all: my advice on here is not meant to replace professional help by any means. If this is the cause of underlying trauma, please turn to therapy and not Tumblr. I'm not licensed yet.)

Thank you so much for the ask! While I'm sorry to admit sleep habits are not something I'm particularly versed in, I will give advice to the best of my ability as always. Best wishes on your journey to heal ^-^

Full advice below the cut to save space, as always!

Keep reading

#mental wellness #sleep habits #sleep #candle's light advice #not-a-magician

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ive come to a realization

you're welcome

#tpot #gravity falls #bfdi #one bfdi #bill cipher #i spent way too fucking long on this #if anyone's done this before me don't tell me please #also please dont come after me one THIS ISNT AN INSULT

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WHY THE FUCK AM I GREEN NOW?!

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GREEN ISN'T INTIMIDATING. GREEN IS STUPID. GREEN IS ~nature~ AND ~healing~ AND PEOPLE WHO GET STUCK UP ON MOUNTAINS!!!!!

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there will be hell to pay for this.

#i SWEAR if who i thought did this did this.

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Ummm why did I just get a bunch of hate dms after I changed my username? I thought these were over :[

#It's the same guy too.... #oh wait right I unblocked him since he stopped

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Finally getting therapy ✌ unfortunately my therapist says it's not productive to be literally dancing on my dead father's grave. that beign said tune into my next stream where we do dares at his gravestone

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how to stop water in pot from burning? tried to cook ramen and failed

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i did not mean to type this in google im crowdsourcing

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What the hell did you do?!

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NOTHING

#wait u have a tumnlr?

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i know this is ironic because of my username but uh. does anyone have any advice for being in love w your best bro and not knowing how to say it

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bro... im right here...

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bro... so... is that a yes?

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hell YEAH, bro!! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

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no way... i love you dude ❤

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love you too man ❤

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Fucking finally

#They were SO BAD off screen #Definitely didn't expect this on Tumblr of all places though.

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time sensitive question: is it possible to get sued by algebraliens

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this was posted literal months ago why are you idiots still reblogging it.

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I mean~... if you want help not getting sued, I could always lend a theoretical hand?

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no soliciting

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That's not what "no soliciting" means, you know.

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Haha, rude! I'm only offering help, you know.

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lol

#im about to do whats called a pro gamer move

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i blocked her 🎉

[xoxoavenger]

Give Me Your Weekends

pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

summary: But I knew you/Playing hide-and-seek and/Giving me your weekends, I/I knew you/Your heartbeat on the High Line/Once in 20 lifetimes, I/And when I felt like I was an old cardigan/Under someone's bed/You put me on and said I was your favorite

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"So, ya know how today was supposed to be our date night?" Y/N says as she gets home from work. JJ had just gotten back as well, but John B was still out. Sarah was on the couch, and for a moment Y/N thought of how weird it was that they were all living together.

"Yes." JJ starts, walking in and pausing. "Just like every other Saturday night."

"I got a call from the Kamps," She starts. She feels guilty, she does, but she couldn't pass this up and she hopes JJ agrees. "They asked me to babysit. They're paying well and we really need the money." They were trying to move out, because recently Kie and Pope had been staying over and there wasn't enough room for all six of them in the Chateau. Plus, it would be nice to have their own place, to show their parents that they were responsible despite their upbringing.

"It's fine." JJ smiles and puts his hands on her arms, effectively calming her down. "I'll come too, and we can make it a date night." She can't believe she got someone like JJ. Someone who would give up his date night, his weekend, just to be with her while she babysat.

"It's overnight." She cringes as she says it, but JJ just smiles and pulls her in.

"We can play house." She smiles as her face heats, her heart being overloaded with feelings.

"I love you." She tells him, arms around his neck as his rest low on her hips. She leans in for a kiss, and of course he accepts.

~

When they make it to the house, JJ realizes this is not in Figure Eight, like he once thought. This family lives on the cut.

"Oh my gosh, thank you so much!" Mrs. Kamp is saying, her hair a mess. She's disheveled, and JJ has a feeling he knows what she's gonna say before she says it. "I'm so sorry for the late notice, but our usual babysitter was busy and Mike's mother is in the hospital on the mainland."

"It's no problem, really. I hope your mother-in-law is alright." Y/N says with a smile. Mr. Kamp comes out with a bag over his shoulder. They thank the young couple one more time before heading out, leaving Y/N and JJ with the kids.

The kids who are much younger than Y/N thought.

Of course, Mrs. Kamp never told Y/N how old the kids were, but she assumed that at least one of them were older than five. However, they looked around two and four, both coloring at the table. There was a note on the counter, telling Y/N that she's welcome to sleep in their bedroom and to help herself to anything in the fridge or pantry, that Mrs. Kamp will text her to let her know when they will be coming back.

"Hello," She says cheerfully once she finishes reading, the two kids looking over at her. The older one was a little boy who looked like the carbon copy of his mother. The girl looked more like a mix of both, hair braided nicely. "My name is Y/N, and this is JJ." It was then that Y/N realized that she didn't know the name of the kids.

"My name is Landon." The boy says, going back to coloring. "My sister is Jane." Jane is still looking at them with wide eyes, clutching her crayon.

"Did you guys already eat dinner?" Y/N asks, not seeing any signs of a meal in the kitchen.

"Yeah. Mom made us mac n cheese and chicken nuggets." Landon spoke very well for a kid his age.

"Cheese!" Jane yelled, smiling brightly.

"Do you mind if I color?" JJ asks, going to sit on the empty seat next to Jane. She nods and hands him the purple crayon. "I like this picture you've made." Y/N's heart swells as she watches JJ with the little girl. They don't look anything alike, but Y/N can't help but feel her feelings expand out of her chest.

"I made a pirate." Landon says as Y/N goes to sit next to him. What he made is not a pirate, but in fact a bunch of scribbles.

"It looks wonderful." She says, smiling as she looks it over. "The shading is the work of a true artist." She tells him, watching him beam and blush.

After they were done coloring, Jane looked up at JJ with big eyes and said "Hide seek?" JJ wouldn't be caught dead saying no to this girl, so he nods and helps her clean up. The couple cover their laughs when the kids are hiding terribly, behind curtains or under blankets. At one point they lose Landon for a couple minutes, long enough for them to freak out slightly until they finally find him in the shower of the bathroom. After that, they get the kids ready for bed without a hitch. They ask for their parents once, but otherwise they go to sleep with their water bottles on each bedside table.

"I brought something for us to share on the patio." She tells him, smiling as she goes to her small duffle bag and pulls out two bottles of beer.

"A woman after my very heart." JJ smiles, leaning in to kiss her as he grabs a beer.

"I've already got it." She tells him. He shrugs with a smirk, taking her hand and leading her out to the patio. It's nothing special, just a small area that looks out the marsh. There's a couch swing, which they both slowly sit on.

They sit on the swing for awhile, Y/N leaning against JJ's chest, her legs curled up. He has his arm around her, thumb caressing underneath her shirt. When her beer falls against his leg and dribbles out the remains that she hadn't drank he looks over to see her asleep, mouth slumped open and body slack. For a minute JJ wants to keep her here. She's against his chest, which means she's listening to his heartbeat, something he knows she loves. So, for another half an hour, he lightly swings, finishing his own beer and listening to Y/N's soft breathing. But then he's starting to fall asleep, so he has to wake her up with a kiss to the forehead and some low murmuring.

"I want to stay out here." She tells him, but he just moves them to sit up and stand.

"The bed will be so much more comfy." He tells her, but she's still grumbling.

"I was comfy." She frowns, but he leads her inside, making sure the beer bottles are in his bag. He gets her ready for bed, helping her change and brush her teeth sleepily before stripping and hopping in with her. She moves around so that she's laying on his chest, asleep almost immediately.

"I love you," He tells her right before he goes to sleep, sure she's already asleep. He kisses her forehead and almost jumps when she leans and kisses his chest.

"I love you more." With that JJ almost can't sleep, because his heart feels so light. "I want to get married." He tenses, heart pounding as he hears her breathing even out. He feels sick thinking about that kind of commitment; his parents were married, and look how that turned out. His father almost killed his mother before she left, and now he's the one with bruises. Oh God, what if she wants kids? He'd turn out just like his dad. He'd ruin everything.

JJ has to leave.

//

tags: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187  @one-sweet-gubler

[cerisahh]

WHAT'S YOUR NICHE

characters included — saiki, kaidou, kuboyasu, nendou, hairo, teruhashi, aiura, yumehara

request — what niche thing (fandom, shows etc.) would the saiki k characters like? - @hanjisungslag

tags — headcanons, yan sim mention, maybe ooc but i don't have the characters to talk to ON DEMAND so allow me some leniency, i actually think most of these are in character

cerisa speaks — hello j my dearest. enjoy your headcanons ♡

KUSOU SAIKI

・　ok hear me out... minecraft.

・　saiki likes the simplicity and how relaxing the game can be, he wears his germanium ring whilst playing so he can listen to the ingame music without being interrupted by voices in his vicinity.

・　saiki managed to watch death note before he could get spoiled mentally. he guessed some of the plot before it happened but overall he really enjoyed it. his favourite character is L.

・　very reluctantly watched attack on titan after kaidou found out he hadn't seen it (the entire plot got spoiled before he got a chance to watch it, why bother now?). despite knowing what would happen he actually enjoyed it. especially the animation. his favourite character is carla jeager because she reminds him of his mother.

・　mindlessly watches documentaries. he's doing homework? there's a documentary playing in the background. cooking food? documentary playing on the tv. walking home from school? he's got headphones on and is listening to a documentary. NEVER nature documentaries though. he hates them.

SHUN KAIDOU

・��no one on this earth could convince me that kaidou wouldn't be in a thousand and one fandoms.

・　i'm talking warrior cats, undertale, my hero academia, five nights at freddy's, bottom of the barrel fandoms, THE cringiest fandoms and by proxy a cringe fanboy (he loves them though).

・　he larps (live action role playing). probably founded a roleplay group in his area.

・　plays overwatch and thinks he’s hot shit because he bought a diamond account.

・　has an absolute temper tantrum when he actually plays on it and falls to bronze 2. tried to main reaper to further his jet black wings persona but got stuck on lucio when playing mystery heroes once and LOVED using him, so he decided to main him.

・　AND HE CLIMBED TO SILVER 3!!! he’s getting out of the trenches.

AREN KUBOYASU

・　aren would def play league of legends.

・　and he gets TOXIC as hell. just says the most diabolical shit imaginable. he has multiple accounts because he gets banned all the time.

・　aren is in a bunch of facebook groups about motorcycles. i think that’s the closest he’ll ever get to being in an actual fandom.

・　i lied in the above text. he def plays final fantasy and keeps up with all the lore.

・　oh and you just KNOW he’s into games like diablo 4, call of duty and gta. ESPECIALLY gta.

RIKI NENDOU

・　nendou plays minecraft like as soon as he gets back from school.

・　don't get me wrong nendou is a fucking moron -- but why can he build the most intricate builds ever??

・　like actual mansions, castels, and manors... they're really good??????

・　and yet at the same time he much prefers to create dirt huts and houses made out of pure diamond and gold blocks. whilst denying he went in creative.

・　is a part of a lot of childrens cartoon fandoms. the amazing world of gumball, aspongebob sqaurepants, and my little pony (his favourite character is discord).

・　still actively plays baldi's basics even though it died off years ago.

KINESHI HAIRO

・　hairo isnt actually in many fandoms.

・　i mean he's on the move all the time, he doesn't have time to be in fandoms.

・　loved the first season of physical 100 so much that he applied to be on the second. (he got in?)

・　plays fireboy and watergirl with nendou (hairo is wasd because nendou can only use the arrows).

・　kind of still watches cartoons from his childhood (doraemon and wonderpets mostly)

・　he does enjoy the occasional comedy movie from time to time - free guy, friday, deadpool, central intelligence, you get the picture.

・　apart from that, yes not much.

KOKOMI TERUHASHI

・　is one of those girls obsessed with the sims. spends more time in character creation and build mode then actually playing the game.

・　has a THOUSAND mods installed, but she has a good pc (courtesy of her brother) so it still runs well.

・　born to be a marvel girl, forced to play with barbie dolls.

・　is really big on collecting monster high dolls. she scours bidding websites daily to check if a doll that she’s missing has been listed. also makes sure her profile is public on there, sometimes people recognise her and give it for a reduced price. or sometimes free! being the perfect pretty girl has its perks.

・　owns all the monster high movies on dvd.

・　her favourite character is cleo de nile. she wishes she could act like she does.

・　plays love nikki religiously. owns a majority of the sets ingame and bases some of her irl outfits on clothes from it, it’s like her pinterest. she’s one of the richest players in her region.

・　i actually don’t think i’ve mentioned this yet, but she really likes monster high.

MIKOTO AIURA

・　aiura, when not reading fortunes, tends to spend her time playing horror games.

・　she's really invested in scp lore and even created her own scp original character when she was twelve.

・　HUGELY into true crime youtubers. buys those 'solve an unsolved murder' packages and discusses theories on reddit.

・　used to watch judge judy as a child after food and it’s still ingrained into her routine. she invites yumehara over one night for a sleepover and basically forces a watch session on her:

“hm?” yumehara watches as aiura fluffs up two pillows on the floor in front of the television, “oh! are we going to watch a movie?”

aiura looks at her incredulously, mid-fluff on the second pillow, “no, chiyopipi. now we will watch judge judy. since i was so busy with work and school im a whole two seasons behind!”

yumehara squints at the elderly woman on screen, not at all looking forward to this, “how long is it?”

“oh a couple of hours at least!”

she’s lucky she brought plenty of snacks.

・　obsessed with vampires and any media that’s vampire related, she thinks they’re the most attractive mythical creature. (objectively wrong, btw)

CHIYO YUMEHARA

・　similarly to teruhashi, spends a lot of her time playing the sims. she enjoys puppeteering the sims so they do her bidding though... it gets weird.

・　YANDERE SIMULATOR. was an OG player for SURE.

・　used to be really popular in the gacha life community before she just lost all interest.

・　flits from fixation to fixation, she never stays in one fandom for too long. it scares her to be still.

・　yumehara is absolutely an anime girl. especially romance, but she also likes action anime’s.

・　when she heard saiki and kaidou talking about attack on titan in class she decided to make an anime editing account on tiktok (it got successful) and she almost FAINTED when she saw kaidou showing the edit to saiki during class (he doesn’t know it’s her).

・　saiki does though, he actually thinks she’s got nice editing skills. he’d rather lick a foot than tell her that though.

© CERISAHH 2024

[marblemoonstones]

🩵 catharsis ~ chapter eight

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series masterlist 

pairing: bts ot7 x reader

genre: collegestudentreader!au 

warnings: ❗️any characters in the story have nothing to do with their real life counterparts❗️f reader, reader with glasses, curse words,

word count: ~3.4k

a/n: i say this every time, but please excuse the cringe 😭

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The bus ride passes quickly and soon enough I reach the house. I brace myself as I open the garage door, knowing that the boys are going to (probably) bombard me with questions. 

Surprisingly, there’s no one around. I take my shoes off and place them where the normally huge pile is. 

“Hello? Someone?” I call out, scrunching my eyebrows as I search the main level. 

“Anyone there?” 

Silence. 

After thoroughly checking the ground floor I go upstairs, confused as to why there’s no one here even though Jungkook said he wanted to hang out.

“Jungkook? Taehyung?” I’m now frustrated, giving up on finding any human being in the house. 

I go into my room and throw my backpack on the floor. Huffing, I feel a little hurt that the boys said they wanted to hang out but aren’t here. 

Maybe I’ll take a little nap, I think, dejected. Tears well up in my eyes unwillingly, but I push them down. I can’t cry now; the boys could show up at any moment and I don’t need them to see me like that.

Instead, I shut the curtains on the balcony door (which also serves as a window), turn on the fairy lights around my bed, and grab the fluffy blanket on my bed. 

I remove my glasses after a moment of hesitation, then curl up on top of the bed with my blanket. My eyes close, but I am still alert, waiting to see if I hear any of the boys. But, after a couple minutes of silence, my body relaxes and I let a couple tears slip. 

Even though I was determined to not cry now, once I start I can’t stop. My eyes are already tired because of earlier with Haneul, but I don’t care. 

The tears started out quiet, but soon they’re full body-wracking sobs. I lay there with my hands over my face, body shaking uncontrollably. 

They never seem to stop. 

What’s wrong with you? Why do you have to care so much? You just want sympathy. Don’t think anyone actually cares. 

These thoughts run, darting around in my brain. But they’re neither whispering nor screaming; it’s a sort of constant, like I say it as a fact to myself. 

Why are you so stupid, Y/n? 

This echoes through me, unlike the others. 

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

God, I just can’t take it anymore. I curl up even more, begging my brain to stop. 

It never does.

~

I open my eyes hesitantly and rub them as they feel drier than a desert. Blinking, I turn to the clock and squint. I make out a blurry 2:46am and do a double take. 

Shoving my glasses on my face, I check it again, and it’s indeed the wee hours of the morning. 

Fuck. Where did the time go? And did the boys ever show up? How did I even fall asleep? I guess I cried myself to sleep. How sad.

In the glow of my fairy lights I make out a piece of paper on my nightstand that definitely was not there before. 

I pick it up and turn on my lamp. The handwriting is hardly legible, but I can make out the words.

Y/n, 

We saw that you were sleeping and didn’t want to bother you. We are so sorry for not being here earlier, we wanted to surprise you with gifts. But I guess we were too late. Please accept our apologies and take the gifts. 

We’ll talk more in the morning. I hope you know we are all here for you. 

Love,

Bangtan Boys

It’s signed by all of them at the bottom, and judging off of that Yoongi wrote this note. How sweet, they wanted to surprise me. I feel touched and relieved because now I know they weren’t trying to avoid me earlier. 

What gifts, though? I can’t accept more. They’ve already let me stay with them, and are so kind to me with taking me to class, picking me up, and allowing me into their private lives.

I throw the blanket off of me and realize there’s another thicker blanket on top in addition to my white fluffy one. It’s a pretty green color and has a bit of weight to it. 

This must be a gift from the boys. I sigh and spread it out on my bed, grudgingly admitting that it does look good in my room. 

I turn around and gasp. There on my chair is a giant bouquet of flowers and box of chocolates. On the floor by the chair is a giant stuffed panda.

For Y/n reads the card on the flowers. I marvel at the beautiful burst of color in the bouquet that seems to brighten up my dim room. Hoisting it into my arms I inhale a sweet scent of the lilies, hydrangeas, and delicate baby’s breath.

They’re too kind. I glance at the big chocolate box, sweetly in the shape of a heart and think that I need to thank them somehow. For now though, I should put these flowers in water. 

I try not to crinkle the cellophane loudly as I tiptoe down the stairs. The blooms dwarf my view a little, but I manage to put them on the table. 

I open a cabinet that I think houses vases, and find that I’m correct. I choose a semi-big one that has roses engraved into the glass. 

“Hey, how are you doing?”

I jolt. The vase drops and shatters on the floor, shards going everywhere.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to and-oh it’s everywhere!” I start to freak out and try to pick up the pieces. “How could I be so stupid? I’m sorry, how  can I repay you? I’m sorry-“

Warm hands envelope mine. I risk looking up and see the concerned eyes of Yoongi. 

“Hey, it’s okay. Take a breath,” he says, squeezing my hands softly. 

“But I broke your vase. I’m sorry-“

“Sweetheart, I know. But I need you to breathe with me, okay? You’re almost hyperventilating.” 

I stop short at that and realize that, yes, maybe I am breathing a bit fast and heavy. I attempt to take a deep breath.

“There we go. Now, let’s get you to the table, okay?” Yoongi guides me to a chair and I sit, still slightly in shock. 

“Alright, now I’m going to get a warm cloth for your hands, okay? Please stay here so I can help you.” Yoongi looks into my eyes and I nod, afraid to use my voice.

The flowers on the table mock me as Yoongi wets a cloth, grabs some bandaids, and comes back over.

“Here, let me clean your hands up.” 

I hold them out, and then do I register the small prick of pain from my hands. There’s a couple shards of glass stuck in my palms and I wince as Yoongi gently pulls them out. 

“Sweetheart-“ Again with that nickname. “Would you please tell me what happened?” Yoongi has now moved on to putting on the bandaids, carefully smoothing them out onto my skin.

It takes me a second to muster up the words.

“Well,” I begin softly, “I was going to put the flowers you guys gave me in a vase, but then I got startled by your voice and accidentally dropped it.” I panic now. “I’m sorry! I can’t believe I broke it-“

“Y/n. I don’t care about the vase. It’s not as important as you. Are your hands okay? You can’t pick up glass with your bare hands.” Yoongi’s brows are creased with worry now.

“Okay…I’m sorry again,” I whisper, looking at my hands in his.

“It’s okay. Never apologize for something that isn’t your fault. Did you at least like the gifts we gave you?” Yoongi subtly changes the subject, something I’m grateful for.

“Oh, yes. They were all so nice, Yoongi,” I gush, “The blanket was so soft and the flowers are so gorgeous, and the panda! You guys went all out and I’m so grateful for that.” 

Yoongi smiles his gummy smile. 

“I’m glad you like them.” Another voice huskily joins in. 

I turn my head and there’s Namjoon, running his hands sleepily through his hair.

“Hey, Joon. Do you mind getting a broom and helping me clean up?” Yoongi asks, standing up from the table.

I cringe internally, thinking that of course he doesn’t want to.

“Sure. Y/n, sit tight. You don’t need to worry after the day you had.” He flashes me a dimpled smile. 

I stay put, but sigh as I watch them clean up my mess.

“I’m sorry, again,” I say, pursing my lips as they sweep the glass away.

“It’s okay, Y/n. Accidents happen.” 

They finish cleaning up and Yoongi grabs another vase and fills it with water. He plops the flowers in and throws away the cellophane.

“I know that you’ve had a long day. Do you want to go back to sleep?” Namjoon asks.

“Not really,” I admit. 

“Okay, then do you want to watch a movie? Just sit and chill?” Yoongi offers.

“Aren’t you guys tired? You should go back to sleep because you guys have work tomorrow.” It’s literally like three am right now. 

“No, we want to make sure you’re okay first,” Namjoon says firmly.

“Okay. I guess could we just sit in the living room?” I hesitantly ask.

“Of course we can.”

We move to the living room and I sit on the end of the couch, Yoongi next to me and Namjoon next to him. Blankets cover us, but it’s still a bit awkward.

I slowly sink into Yoongi’s side, testing to see how he would react. He lets me and just tucks the blanket around me more. Leaning my head on Yoongi’s shoulder, I look up and see Yoongi’s normal face, albeit with a tinge of pink.

We sit there for a little bit, calm in the warm light of the lamp. Absorbing each other’s presences and soaking up the serene morning hours.

Soft steps down the stairs cause us to look up and there we see a sleepy Jungkook and Taehyung. 

“Hey. What are you two doing up?” Namjoon asks, stifling a laugh as Jungkook almost falls down the stairs.

“Wanted to cuddle but you weren’t in room,” Jungkook huffs out, leaning onto Taehyung. 

“And he dragged me down here,” Taehyung says, looking a bit more awake than Jungkook.

“Oh, Kook. Come here,” Namjoon says, accepting Jungkook as he buries himself into Namjoon’s lap. 

“What about me?” Taehyung whines. 

“You can sit with me,” Says a new voice. There’s Jimin, hands on his hips. “Since Kookie stole you from me, the least you can do is cuddle with me.”

We all laugh at that, and Jimin drags Taehyung to the loveseat, satisfied. 

It’s like when we were all on the balcony in pairs. Everyone gets enough love to go around.

“Now we’re only missing Jin hyung and Hobi hyung,” says Namjoon. 

“Don’t worry, they’re here now,” a voice calls out. And, sure enough, there’s Jin and Hobi,

“Yah! You brats were being so loud, it woke me up,” Jin complains, pointing his finger at us. 

“Our bad. But look, we can talk to Y/n now and give her our gifts!” Jungkook counters, suddenly becoming more awake if it means he can make Jin annoyed.

“Fine fine.” Jin dramatically lowers himself into an armchair, Hobi next to him.

“Wait, more gifts?” I ask. “But you already got me flowers, chocolates, and a giant stuffed panda! Which, by the way, was so nice and totally unnecessary.”

“Did you like the panda?” Asks Taehyung, “It was my idea!” 

I laugh. “Yes, I did enjoy it Tae so thank you.” 

“We’re glad you did. And we are so sorry that we weren’t here earlier when you got home. We had wanted to surprise you, like we said in the note, but by the time we had picked everything up and came home you were passed out,” said Yoongi. 

“And, judging off of the day you had, you needed your sleep,” said Hobi quietly.

The energy immediately shifts. 

“Yeah…about the rumors. Could we talk about it now? If not, we completely understand and respect your privacy. We just wanted to check in and see how you were doing,” Namjoon says.

I avoid their waiting eyes and look at the floor. 

“I appreciate that a lot. I’m fine, and the rumors aren’t that bad,” I say, wondering if they had heard of all the rumors.

“No offense, Y/n, but they seem to be kind of harsh,” Taehyung says. 

“No no they’re not that bad!” I protest, shaking my head.

Jungkook shoots me a look, then says “Yeah. They are. You being a gold digger is bad enough, but the other one is so much worse.”

Fucking hell.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I meekly say, avoiding Jungkook’s eyes.

“Don’t lie to me Y/n.” Jungkook’s mad now and I feel guilt shoot through me.

“I’m sorry about earlier Kook,” I say quietly. 

“Wait wait I’m lost. What’s the other rumor and what happened earlier?” Hobi interrupts, looking between Jungkook and I.

“Y/n, why don’t you explain from the beginning so we can all understand?” Jin asks, coaxing the truth out of me.

I decide to come clean, but I omit some of the details about who exactly started the rumors.

“Well…I heard from some people that there were rumors going around between you guys and me.” I hesitate for a beat before going on. “The rumors are that I’m just using you guys for your money and…” I fully stop now, unsure of how to explain the other one.

“Go on, honey. You can tell us. We’re big boys, we can handle the truth.” Jin says. 

The nicknames are getting out of hand. I feel flustered.

“It’s that I’m doing…things with you guys, if you get my drift.” I dart my eyes around, seeing if they get my underlying message.

The hyungs and eyes’ widen and I know they understood. Jungkook just looks at me. Jimin and Taehyung look confused so Hobi leans over and whispers something to them. Their faces change instantly. 

“I’m really sorry, honey. People who make up those rumors and especially the people who spread them are trash,” Jin declares. The rest of the boys nod their heads in agreement.

“Yeah. Fucking garbage,” Yoongi mutters. I look up at him in shock but he just looks tenderly down at me. 

“We’re always here for you, Y/n. That will never change.” Namjoon says this with such firmness, yet there’s a warm undertone to it.

“What about what happened with Haneul earlier? Jungkook said you two got into a fight,” Jimin says. 

“Well, uh,” oh god, this is so hard to say, “We fought because I lied to Jungkook about the truth.”

Their eyes widen and I go on.

“And I’m so so sorry, Jungkook. I should’ve told you the truth about the rumors. I’m sorry. I understand if you don’t forgive me, I feel so horrible,” I apologize to Jungkook, who just sighs. 

“It’s fine, Y/n. I forgive you, and I do understand why you didn’t tell me,” he says, “But, please in the future tell me and the rest of us the truth.” 

I nod.

“I will. I promise. Speaking of that, um, there’s something else you guys should probably know too about Haneul.” 

I stutter for what feels like the millionth time today and get a lump in my throat. Damn it, I can’t cry. Not again. 

I spit it out before I can cry again.

“She thinks the rumors are true.” 

Crickets don’t even chirp in the silence that follows.

“What the fuck?” Yoongi is the first to break the silence, staring down at me as I slither out of his grasp.

“Yeah. What the fuck, Y/n?” Jungkook echoes Yoongi’s sentiment. 

“Why would she think that?” Hobi’s face is neutral, but his eyes give him away. He’s livid.

“I don’t know. But don’t get mad at her. She’s probably just confused because she doesn’t know me and because I’m living in your house.” I try to plead with them to not overreact, but I know the damage is done.

“Guys. I’m serious. Please please don’t worry too much about her and the rumors. They’ll go away eventually. I can deal with them, I’m a big girl.” I hope the rumors don’t tarnish the boys’ reputation. 

“We won’t do anything Y/n, promise,” Namjoon says, eyes hardening to look at the rest of the boys, “Right, everyone?”

“We promise,” Taehyung and Jungkook say in unison, as Namjoon’s stare was mostly directed towards them. 

The rest of the boys chorus them and then Jimin pipes up, “We have to give you the rest of your gifts!” 

This successfully breaks the tense atmosphere.

“There’s more?!” I sputter out. 

They all laugh at that.

“Yes, sweetpea, there’s more.” This time it’s Namjoon.

Again with the nicknames! A girl can only take so much, especially at three am in the morning. 

“I already have so much, there’s no need for more. I love everything you’ve given me! And you’ve given me a place to stay too. It’s too much.”

Despite my objections Jimin goes to get a bag.

“Okay, so we all decided to make little personalized plushies for you, that way you can think of us when you cuddle with them, or even take one with you if you need a little extra friend!” Jimin says excitedly, bouncing up and down in his seat.

Personalized plushies? That sounds awfully like something a boyfriend do. 

“That’s so sweet of you guys!” I praise, touched that they went through all this thought and effort for me.

“Let us introduce them one by one,” Taehyung suggests.

First is Yoongi.

“Uh, mine is called Shooky and well, as you can see, it’s a cookie,” Yoongi mumbles. 

“Aw, so cute Yoodles!” I use his nickname and am happy to see him get a little flustered. 

I hold ‘Shooky’ in my hands as Hobi goes to introduce his.

“Their name is Mang! I know they have a mask on, but it’s removable!” 

I take it off, and there’s a cute heart smile on the character. I grin at Hobi and place Mang next to Shooky in my lap.

“Mine next!” Jimin insists, “Their name is Chimmy, and aren’t they so cute?” 

I have to admit the adorable yellow hoodie clad plushie is pretty cute. 

“Yes, Jimin, they’re adorable,” I say, grinning at the excited boy.

“I want to show her mine, “ Taehyung says in his deep voice. He pulls out a-wait. What is it?

“Their name is Tata! They’re a prince,” boasts Taehyung. 

Well, the heart shaped head does have a certain charm to it. 

“Nice, Tae. Now, what did the maknae come up with?” 

Jungkook is a bit shy as he introduces his.

“Their name is Cooky, and they’re a bunny.” Jungkook meets my gaze, seeking approval from me.

“Aw, that’s cute Kook! And I wonder how you came up with that name,” I tease, rewarded with a red Jungkook.

“Don’t tease the boy too much, Y/n,” says Namjoon, even though he’s smiling too. 

“Okay, then, Namjoon, show me what you got,” I challenge playfully.

He pulls it out and adds it to the pile on my lap.

“Well, their name is Koya and they’re a koala. They really like sleeping,” said Namjoon as he scratches the back of his head sheepishly.

A sleepy koala? I could see that in Namjoon.

Jin thinks the same thing, because he says “Yah, Namjoon-ah, that seems to really fit you.” 

“They’re adorably sleepy,” I muse, then turn to Jin. “Okay, last one.”

“Prepare to be dazzled, Y/n. I wouldn’t be surprised if mine is your favorite,” Jin says dramatically.

“Just show it!” Yoongi says, impatiently rolling his eyes. 

“Fine. This here is RJ, a lovable alpaca with a fluffy coat.” Jin gives it to to me and I will say, it is really fluffy and soft.

“Thanks, Jin. And thank you all. I really can’t explain how much this means to me.” I look down at the plushies in my lap and hold them close. 

“Of course. We’re so glad you like them!” Hobi says, smiling.

“I’m so lucky to have you guys,” I say, looking around at them. 

My heart feels like it’s healing, slowly but surely. 

I end up going to bed surrounded by the boys that are healing me. 

a/n: finished another chapter! woo hoo! also, i hope it’s clear but at the end mc falls asleep cuddling the boys; nothing else. ;)

[writinrealslow]

Hello! I just finished watching your most recent YT video: "Lets talk about nonbinary character design" and would love to get some advice on one of my characaters!

This is Hazydawn

(Yes they are a warrior cat oc, which is a horribly written series and is kinda cringe but cringe is dead and I am free)

Hazydawn is a mender of their clan, which is basically a doctor. They take their work very seriously and have a hard time focusing on much else. They care A LOT for their clanmates, but have an incredibly hard time showing it. They are stoic and tend to be cold even to the cats they love the most. This ended up making their mate, Flashstep, be pushed away. Flashstep is very tenderhearted and didn't feel as loved as he needed to be happy in a relationship. They broke up after being together for a long time, and having a kitten named Lotuspond.

Sorry for the lore dump. I thought it was important to get the general idea of their story out before asking my questions.

I initially planned on Hazy's gender identity being a simple fact of life that is not focused on at all in the story, but after watching your video I'd like if there was more acknowledgment of their nonbinary experience in my story. The problem is I don't know where to take it exactly. Hazy's main focus in the story right now is still being in love with Flashstep but accepting that they're not compatible, so I'm not sure where their gender identity could fit into that kind of story. Hazy is very old for a cat (while these cats are heavily personified they do live typical cat life spans and they are 13.75 years old right now), and has identified as nonbinary for a long time. I could have them exploring their gender identity while they were young as part of their story, but it wouldn't be very relevant in the present day. Maybe they could have an arc about helping the younger nonbinary cats in the clan? (There are currently 3 other nonbinary cats in the clan that are all younger then Hazy: Beehive(He/She), Thrushnest (She/They), and Chirp (She/He/They))

Thanks for reading! Any advice on moving forward or critique on their current story is appreciated!

I know absolutely nothing about the Warrior Cats franchise, so I have no opinion on that front. And as you said, cringe is dead, so enjoy it to your heart's content.

If I were you, I'd avoid making Hazydawn's gender identity one of the reasons for the breakup, as it would retroactively paint flashstep as a transphobe, and it doesn't sound like you're trying to make him out to be a dick.

I think there's a lot of merit to your idea of having them act as a guide/mentor for the younger nonbinary cats. Trans elders are a topic that rarely come up in most media, largely because most media is aimed at a younger audience and I think it's generally considered more interesting to show someone in the midst of discovering who they are and struggling with all that entails, which is fair, but it kind of disregards the importance of elder trans people (I'm using the term "elder" very loosely here), as they serve as not only important success stories that can inspire hope, but possess valuable wisdom for people still going through their own transition. But I've literally never heard of an elder enby, which is mostly due to the fact that the term is relatively new and so a lot of people assume the identity itself is new, even though that's far from the case, but I digress.

Giving Hazy the role of mentor for the younger cats could serve as interesting character growth, because if you wanted to go down that route, then you could have it serve as a way for them to find a place to belong outside of their mate in a found family sort of way, and you could even use their role as mentor to more organically explore their own experience with gender. You can have them tell a story about their youth to help teach a lesson, or you could have one of the youths go to them for advice and further characterize them that way. People tend to grow more as they teach and nurture others, and there's a lot you can do with mentor characters if you don't intend to just kill them off early on for easy drama.

Also, as the younger cats get into their own relationships and inevitably end up needing advice, you could use that as a framing device for hazy to realize where they went wrong with flashstep, and see where that takes you.

I think you have the potential for a lot of really interesting storytelling with hazy, so I hope this helped!

[lilythecaattt]

(A pile of not-so-random Shelly’s World AU Lore bc yes :3)

When you want to ramble about something, but don’t have something to ramble about, but suddenly have an idea as you’re typing:

(Click below if you wanna be psychically whiplashed by my wall of text over my silly AU’s version of Dandy :3)

HELLO UNFORTUNATE SOUL, I will now give you just as you signed up for:

So.. Dandy, the goober I love and hate equally for his shop, and for the fandoms pressure to hate him…

…But let’s ignore all that for a second:

(!POSSIBLE TW!: Wall of text, Aka an Essay, Misspellings, AU nonsense, Cring, Very slightly-hinted Moonflower, Trauma, *Maybe* body horror?… Yeye 😎)

(^Take the tags with salt, and concern. You will be just as surprised as me which of these is a joke and which isn’t. Hahah…)

This mostly talks about the other Mains, and less of Sprout or Cosmo… They’re still mentioned. BUT THIS IS DANDY-CENTRIC. With some Astro & Shelly too.

Also this might be like, a 15-20-ish minute read? Not sure…

But if you need writing ideas? Maybe this can inspire you?

Now, let’s get straight into some (hopefully brief) detail on this specific Shelly’s World AU: Shelly has her own Show, because Gardenview was renovated before Dandy was even reintroduced—BUT that does not mean he wasn’t.. around, in some shape or form.

The totally-very-secret SW!Dandicus Dancifer Lore… Or at least what I’ve taped together:

What does that mean?: He kind of just watched from a distance, for a while, at least. He never showed himself to the other Toons, and mostly stayed in the lower, more abandoned parts of the Centre. *At first, anyways… This is the past of the AU, but not the far past.*

Blah blah blah… Dandy is caught sneaking around with Astro one day, Vee notices Dandy’s not-very-good “disguise”, and the Toons find out because Vee is a nosey *bot* with a love for yapping with (some specific) other Toons. Also Vee HATED him at that time—as all the Toons knew were rumors on what happened with Dandy. (Most of them were bad)

Shelly, Sprout and Cosmo stayed neutral, kind of ignoring it… But Vee kept pressing them to not ignore it, so they started getting annoyed by her. (Them ignoring her, lead her to become a bit desperate for attention, so she started bothering Shelly and Astro all the more) (Suddenly that “LOOK AT ME” popup has another meaning… ;-;)

Once Astro and Dandy had realized the secret was out, one of the people in charge of the Toons offered to reintroduce Dandy, since it wasn’t very safe to ignore that he’d been wandering unmaintained parts of the Centre… After Astro pushed Dandy a bit, Dandy agreed, and he was reintroduced. The other Toons were told what was found out during investigations and questioning. So basically they (“they” as in, the people working there or whatever) interrogated Dandy, and anyone else they could, to figure out what had happened with ✨Delilah✨ behind the scenes. (In secret, Astro and Shelly were also questioned…)

So yeah they heard Dandy was manipulated (mostly via threats) by Delilah, but most Toons didn’t care for the extra information… Either because they still believed Dandy was the bad guy, or because they believed the opposite to begin with.

For a long time, Dandy stayed closed-off to the other Mains—Aside from Astro, because Astro was actually the one keeping him sane despite the loneliness in the basement lower-parts of the Centre—but a few Toons still went to talk with him. (Those being more the ones neutral about the “controversy”—such as Boxten, Connie, and also Finn.)

So.. with almost everyone hating Dandy, what could have possibly happened to make that change?:

✨CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!✨ Yippee hurray everything is fine now because Dandy apologized for being horrible—

…Dang, knowing I’m gonna post this makes me nervous… Even though people prob would have stopped reading if they weren’t interested.

Put on Dandy’s theoretically-existent shoes: Everybody hate you, or is scared of you. They go silent when you walk in a room.

You only have one close friend, and this crazy robot girl is getting far too clingy with them. What do you do?

You start pushing back, of course! And who would be the priority target, for being one of the biggest haters? Well yes, Vee, but also; Shrimpo. Now, why Shrimpo? Because the minute he genuinely cares to try and destroy someone, even a Toon as seemingly-‘dumb’ as him can (try) and do a lot of damage. (*COUGH COUGH* Looey and the thumbtacks *COUGH*)

Now, if you’ve read my Sprout RP Blog’s Bio, you may know about the Cloned Toons—or, “Cousins” as the Toons are told to call them. Well, some of those Cloned-Toons also have a fierce hatred for Dandy. One of them, being a Glisten Clone.

Long story short: Dandy gets into a gossip-wars with a Glisten clone trying to ruin each others already nonexistent reputations, while simultaneously trying to avoid being dunked or drowned in weed-killed by Shrimpo.

Humorous comedy for Cartoon characters, nothing that serious, right?.. Wrong. Because Astro catches Dandy trying to flippin’ kidnap both of them on a whim to get “revenge” and gets mad at all of them because the whole thing only stressed Astro out.

Astro turns out to be the one snitching on them, all three of them get in trouble, and Astro locks himself in a room because Toons were gossiping about him and asking him things that they thought were true. (They assumed Astro was a traitor, who helped Dandy in secret, and that’s why he was so quiet… Or that he was helping Dandy by giving him ideas to “take revenge” on the Toons that hated him… Idk smth like that.)

It had gone on for a little over a month before Astro got them in trouble for it.

Afterwards, Astro locked himself in his room. So Dandy ended up becoming roomates with Shelly. (…because he used to be roommate’s with Astro, since the other Mains didn’t want him around them… but with the drama, having him there only stressed Astro out more.)

Also Dandy was grounded for like, a month in the corner of Shelly’s Room, because of the fighting with other Toons.

As for how Shelly felt about this?:

Well surprisingly, while nervous at first, she saw how Pebble (who was staying in her room, even after Dandy had been reintroduced) wasn’t bothered by Dandy, even after what happened. Trusting Pebble’s instincts, she started talking with Dandy sometimes, and convinced him to try and make it up to other Toons once he was ungrounded. (Shelly is also the reason Dandy started journaling more :>)

While it took a while, he started to slowly build trust again with other Toons. He and the Glisten Clone made a silent-agreement to not bother each other, and Shrimpo… Is Shrimpo and didn’t really change that much.

As for Vee?

Dandy used her connection with Brightney to slowly start getting her to at least tolerate his presence. Later, while being maintained, her Handler noticed some programming that was messing up Vee making her overreact a bit to things, and fixed it. THOUGH her extreme reactions weren’t only because of that…

Eventually she started talking with Dandy a bit, rather than having him approach her. After one evening having a long talk in the Greenhouse, she started to be less harsh towards Dandy… From there, even other Toons were surprised by how her view of Dandy changed.

But then… WHAT ABOUT SPROUT SEEDLY?

Well Cosmo was always pretty chill with Dandy, even having given Dandy some ideas to get the other Toons to trust him. Sprout wouldn’t talk much with Dandy for a while, but would encourage him to continue trying to make things right with the other Toons.

It wasn’t until later that he heard from Vee a bit about what really happened with Dandy… He later had his own talk with the flower after hearing about it.

Pretty much, with all the Toons (especially the Mains), one at a time they slowly grew to not be that bothered by him. None of what they saw or heard during that time in the past, was who he really was…

(*Edit: Or was it?)

What about Deli-

HECK NAWH I AINT GETTING INTO HER IVE BEEN WRITING FOR AN HOUR

What about Astroke?

Dandy eventually started slipping letters under his door, talking about things.. how Shelly suggested him to make things right… And Astro one day slipped a letter back under the door when Dandy went to give him one. From there they slowly started having whole conversations through notes, and… Well, the rest is history. Astro eventually started leaving his room again, and surprisingly the other Toons were really happy about that.

HEHEHE YOU’VE READ THIS FAR BETTER FOLLOW MY ACCOUNT LOL… Person that hopefully exists. AHEM ANYWAY-

Friendship! Everything is good and chill now!… They’re friends again, what other problem could possibly exist?…

…Dear reader—this is the tip of the Iceberg. (Please help me I’ve been taken PRISONER BY THIS-

Thank you for reading!

I could write whole stories on these ideas! So many points in Time I could write about!… AHH BUT I DOUBT IF ANYONE WOULD EVEN READ IT!

But hey, the point in writing something you’re passionate about—is for you. Isn’t it? You can share with your friends, share it online, no one has to look at it—heck, maybe that’s for the better—but there’s no point writing if it’s only for someone else.

Again, if anyone sees my ✨echoing into the void,✨ thank you for reading. I hope this gives you ideas for your own works, at the very least! :D

[fennsocs]

Hello!

meet the idiot that runs this account

My name is Taylor, which I use on my main blog @tay-needs-mental-help, but I'm using Fenn on this blog because jt's also a name I use! I've recently found out that I'm pansexual and I go by they/them pronouns! shows/movies/musicals I love are; The Nightmare Before Christmas, Alice in Wonderland, Hamilton, Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street, The Owl House, Gravity Falls, and so many other things we would be here for at least an hour if I listed them all- Some games I like are Undertale/deltarune(I'M NOT IN THE CRINGE SIDE OF THE FANDOMS I SWEAR ON MY LIFE TO THAT), FNaF(SAME AS UNDERTALE/DELTARUNE), DSaF(dayshift at freddy's), Stardew Valley, Dead Plate, Sweet No Death, and Sally Face. I'm still in school and my friends are total idoits. (if you know me and you see this: no you didn't. you didn't see this post. do not bring it up to the lunch table)

Also I have sensory and ADHD so that's fun :3

[roccinan]

How do you feel when you watch the spin off? What do you think of it? And do you like it? For me, I sort of like eps 1-4, the rest are just meh, I couldn't bring myself to care for the other characters, I tried. And I was very confused, what year the spin off?. It started off good and... Idk. All I can say is that Andres truly belong in the asylum. That man creeps me out. If I were Camille, I ran away the second I saw that creep. Lol.

Hello anon! I couldn't answer you earlier because I didn't get to watch it. But now I've finished it and, hum, I certainly have a lot of thoughts that I'll probably post later LOL.

For now, here are the most fresh on my mind. I agree with you- eps 1-4 were surprisingly good, last one was pretty cool too, ralicia supremacy. I was mostly just surprised I didn't dislike it. Can't say I loved it, or that it's my ideal berlin spinoff, but for all the "factors" against it that Pina chose of his own free will asdfasdf, it turned out surprisingly OK.

Spinoff takes place around 2013, according to Pina. Which messes with the canon timeline so much we'll just have to see it as a parallel universe where time doesn't matter.

I now call spinoff!Andres my wife. I don't know if that's a good thing or not. So unfortunately, I cannot slander my bride like that.

But I liked that he was still a freak. The show didn't try to make him a better person thankfully, but I think a lot of the reviews were complaining about him being an asshole or complaining that he was ruined for not being enough of an asshole, missed the mark a bit. The main problem, if we have to pick one, about him, is that the context around him is too shallow to take seriously. His speeches about love have no substance (and they actually did in lcdp) because the circumstances have no substance. He's putting romance above the heist because well, why shouldn't he lmao? There's no personal stake here, and it's not like he'll get capital punishment for getting caught.

And that "problem" extends to everyone else. Their motives and actions are just very shallow and There for the sake of being there. Like Roi and Cameron could have had a moving romance, but instead Cameron made me cringe very badly with how much she felt like Alex Pina's idea of "hawt gurl with sad past!!" And said "sad" past was actually really fucked up but the story didn't seem to think so!? It wasn't a tragic romance--it was a 20-something musician sleeping with a 15yo fangirl, abducting her, and then traumatizing her so badly she entered the asylum and ended up hanging out with berlin. Like????

I'll say I misunderstood Keila though. Liked her a lot better in the show than the trailers. But everytime I went "oh, I like her uwu" she'd do something that makes me GAG like inhaling Bruce's sweat or licking his spoon asdfasdf Also the part where she confessed her love for him after the snake bite gave me secondhand embarrassment. None of the love stories felt lasting, believable, or touching to me. Probably because there were too many of them and it was even more convenient than lcdp proper!

Bruce was different than I expected. He's insensitive, but not "dumb" like the character descriptions made him out to be. Same as Keila. Everytime I thought "I like him uwu" he'd do something like talk about pubic hair or cover himself in oil/water, instantly making me die.

Damian is Sergio 2.0 and also Martin 2.0, but straight and old. No strong feelings for him either way. But it was funny that Andres got so mad about sharing a bed with him, when he was willingly hopping into bed with Martin LMAO. Also ngl, it stung my little berlermo heart to see Damian and Andres sing karaoke and go on a lover's bike ride together.

Roi was my favorite new member. He felt like a real original character, and his relationships with Cameron and Andres were nicely fleshed out even if they both confused me. Cameron because the romance was shallow to me. Andres because Roi never told us how they met or why Andres took him in. Andres giving Roi advice on temper control is also hilarious. We'll just have to assume that Andres is willing to raise everyone's kid except his own. He even took that one boy to the bathroom asdfasdf

But overall, I agree anon. I just didn't care for the new characters the same way I did the old gang or the cormorants. Maybe because the stakes were too low or because they were always beautiful and perfect (except Damian lol) no matter the situation. I personally think the producers were trying very hard to create new stars with this show, so they aggressively showed off Pina's flashy new blorbos (cameron, keila, bruce, and roi) but you can't force popularity. This is also my conspiracy theory for the lack of Sergio- they knew having the profesor here would take too much attention from the flashy new blorbos.

Not much to say about Camille. Was hoping she'd be cooler/smarter than this, but what kind of smart woman would not see the red flags in Andres LMAO. Wasn't surprised when Polignac turned out to be an asshole either- man just has the face of a jerk. Was disappointed that they didn't have a threesome with Andres. And the smartest person was Camille's friend.

Lastly, SAME ANON LOL Andres was an insane stalker, off the wall crazy and so annoying about it too. I wish Camille would have slapped him in the end, but oh well- at least their storyline didn't end as stupidly as it could have. She got her money at least XD Hopefully she's not dumb enough to reunite with him (and if she's wife no. 4 we know it didn't work out already).

Does the show deserve a season 2? No. Will I watch season 2? Yes LOL

Main takeaways:

Romance 1/10 Heist 7.5/10 Pedro's face 11/10 New characters 2/10 (not sharing all of their backstories or why/how they ended up in berlin's gang was a major weak point imo) Story 5/10

A solid 7/10 if we don't compare it to lcdp.

[jaeducs]

Hello! I hope you’re doing well <33 I only recently got into sechskies (i know, very late 😭) and the fandom has ofcourse been through a lot. But i came across korean jiwon stans (still yelowkies not solo stans) and omg they really hate sh? Everyone kinda knows that sh is a trainwreck but no international stan hates him that much. Is there perhaps some lore behind this? I didn’t know who to ask so sorry if this question is a bother 🫣

I hope you enjoy being a yellowkies! Most of us are active on twitter. I'm jjaeducs on there. Let me know if theres anything else you wanna know!

Jiwon akgaes are.... Interesting. Honestly it's a bit hard to talk about because they are the biggest part of the fandom. 1Kyne generally are really lovely most of the time even if they don't support Sechskies as a whole , but the akgaes who blur out the other members, petition yg for only Jiwon to comeback, and report posts with other members are the worst. Usually in any other fandom you can ignore akgaes but unfortunately since Jiwon's popularity is much higher than Jekki's at a whole right now it's difficult. Jiwon has had years of being the main cast in variety shows so a lot of his fans aren't fans of Jekki at all. So it's tricky.

I think the reason Sunghoon isn't hated as much internationally is because either as non Korean speaking fans they understand the situation differently. Also with the whole leaving hate comments about the members online thing- there is still plausible deniabilty. I've never seen any proof either way that confirms he did or didn't do a lot of the things he's been accused of. Like he won in several court cases but that doesn't prove he didn't write those messages. (But also the posts "sounding" like him doesn't prove it either.)

I haven't asked any Jiwon akgaes why they hate Sunghoon so much (because I'm afraid of them LOL) but I'm sure there is a part of it that includes Sunghoon "betraying" Jiwon, and bringing down his reputation too.

A lot of international Yellowkies I know who were around during the drama just stick to loving Sechskies and remembering the good old days. I think the general consensus is that Sunghoon is a bit of an idiot and has made mistakes but nobody really hates him. Just frustrated that it all happened when Jekki were becoming popular again.

To me personally hes a bit cringe but so are the other members ajdjciisdk. All the current and ex members have made stupid mistakes in their past, honestly if you stan anyone older than 30 you should expect at least one dui. 💀

[inkovert]

*slides in* 8) All of these are for Mira, by the by! 🍀🎓 And also, I kinda know this one (especially the second, unless you changed much from the first draft), but I still am all for angst tonight anyway: ❤️✂️

Hello Jax! lolll always happy to answer questions about Mira - she's great.

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

Coincidentally just answered this one for Mira here but long story short she was inspired by one of my friends from high school who just was unapologetically all the things that women get condemned for being. Which is Mira in a nutshell. Also a tiny bit of her may have been inspired by Katherine from TVD but we don't need to talk about that.

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

Since the story's inception! which was back when I was like...14? 15? Her name actually was Kathryn in the earliest drafts of this story (because: see above) but when I got a bit older and began the first of numerous rewrites this story would go through, I just shook my head and was like...we need to change this girl what are we doing. (Fun fact: Jeremy's the only other character who's name was also inspired by TVD, it was the name of the main character's brother from the show, but I didn't feel the need to change it because it grew on me...holy hell I am cringing at younger me).

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

*scrolls back to that scene from the first draft where Cami's watching a montage of videos Mira put together for her birthday party* Mmmm probably when she won 2nd place at the talent show for singing Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson. Cami was there to root her on which automatically makes it a great memory, but, being an immigrant who didn't get a kind welcome when she first moved to the US, it was one of the first moments where she felt embraced by the community around her and regarded in a positive light for something that she loves to do.

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

Oof. So as you know Mira was in a toxic relationship in her early teen years so pretty much that entire period of her life. What is new to you in this second draft is that Mira's bisexual and this was her first relationship with a girl, which blindsided and shook her even more because she didn't expect that an abusive relationship could happen with a girl.

Ask me a question about my OCs!

[ask-bakabakabaka]

Rebranding this blog!!

Hello, 766 followers, many of whom are probably dead, inactive, or bots!! PSA to unfollow me now if you don't know me (Bunny) because I doubt you've been following this blog for the Touhou reactions, which I haven't drawn in like 8 years! ^^

I've been alive for all this time 'cuz this is my main, and I've been using this blog to like posts and interact with people occasionally, but I realized I can rebrand this account instead of being permanently tied to my 8+ year old art and (outdated but still kinda the same) sense of humor. Therefore, I will be doing that! I already have an art account I post art to, so I'm not replacing that one, but I'm probably going to become a Triple Baka (ask) account! (They apparently still have ask accounts in 2024 but I'm gonna go all in on a new one now!!) Essentially I'm becoming a Vocaloid/UTAU (SynthV)/Fanloid account. You're absolutely encouraged to unfollow me if you have no interest in Vocaloid and the like!

The transition will be a slow one but I wanted to announce it. I'm slowly gonna replace things with Triple Baka and my own art, but I will not be deleting old posts! This will still be an archive for my old touhoureactions stuff (cringe as it is rofl) because I don't really believe in deleting things. Someone kind even sent me an ask saying "thank you for not nuking this blog/keeping it up" and it's really sweet that someone said that to me lol.

As for why I'm transitioning to Vocaloid, it's obvious: I love it. I've loved Vocaloid for a long time (since 2012/2013) and recently I've come back to it-- I'll happily use my knowledge, reignited love, and improved art skills to make the Triple Baka ask blog of my dreams lol.

Touhou was a big part of my life and I still like it, but I've already slowly and steadily let Vocaloid (and SynthV) take the fore because of how happy it's been making me. I love Miku, Teto, and Neru a lot; in fact, I was rereading incredibly old posts of mine dating back to like 2013/2014 and I smiled at how I used to roleplay Teto and Neru-- it shows to me clearly how I portrayed and saw them. And now I love them a lot again now.

No idea if anyone will read this far, but before I fully transition, I will be answering all old asks sent to this account (I have about 40). Not gonna spam it, maybe I'll queue it, but I'll answer your ask after all these years with my new and less sloppy art lol, so that your ask isn't forever unanswered even as I change into a Vocaloid/UTAUloid/Fanloid blog. Even if the original asker/anon isn't around to see it, I'm gonna do that for the sake of completion. Please don't send any new Touhou asks, haha, 'cuz I'm only clearing up old ones, not trying to have new ones. Tbh, I actually have another duo that I love with my whole heart (Raccoon and Fennec from Kemono Friends) who I even gave their own blog, but hahaha, I wonder about making an askblog for them... They already have one so either I should revive it or I'll have them appear as cameos-- that's if anyone is interested in sending me asks at all for this blog's new intended purpose. xD I guess it's better if I stick to Vocaloid/etc. because that's the long-time interest I want to keep up/continue, whereas my love for Raccoon and Fennec has always felt like me trying to cling to the past, even though I still (today) love them with my entire being. I'll just draw those two in my art blog and accept requests/etc. either there or here when it comes to those two. They're my special little goobers (peanuts).

Anyway, everything I do is totally self-indulgent and for fun, and I wanted to mark this transition properly and see if I can reduce my follower count by like 700. xD The only reason it got that high is 'cuz this is my MAIN-main account and I've had it for almost 10 years.

I'm switching from Touhou (an old love of mine) to Vocaloid-UTAU (another old love of mine but more recent). Specifically for Triple Baka: Teto, Miku, and Neru. I'll make profiles and an explanation and stuff of them soon, but you may start thinking of things to send if you want (I ship Teto and Miku btw, same age ranges ofc, so you should also unfollow me if you don't vibe with that 'cuz it'll probably crop up...).

It's been a good run and I'll keep and preserve everything here, but I'm becoming a different beast! I hope to keep at it for a long time! <3 This is still my MAIN-main, so you're always welcome to follow me/stay mutuals if you know me and wanna still stay buddies (I won't spam the timeline btw, I'll probably maybe queue like posts for one or two a day, if I'm that active), but yeah~. It's the end of an era and a transition to a new one! I'm excited tbh! But it will take time. ( uwu ) c:

Btw, I went through all my old posts (there aren't a ton so it doesn't take that long) and I cringed slightly at some of my humor but it did make me break into laughter a couple of times. Mainly because it's the old me I'm reacting to and I'm always like, "there's something wrong with her (affectionate)" whenever I see something that I know I probably (definitely) wouldn't say today. xD In many ways, I've changed from my old self, but I still try to stay friendly and kind, so if anything I made is offensive in any way, that totally wasn't intended! Offending people isn't really part of my sense of humor, so take everything I ever said/made in this blog with a grain of salt/older eyeglasses.

Newer me is cooler imo (the light in my eyes isn't gone yet even though not everything has been fun lmao) and I'm also more careful about the jokes I make, so know that I probably won't make any suggestive/risque jokes at all unless I find it SUPER funny and I can't resist. I doubt there will be any instances of that, but I'm just talking briefly about what to expect for the future.

I'll talk more about it later! For now, I'm gonna slowly go through all my old asks, which will probably definitely take longer than a week. Thanks for all the people who were with me on my journey, if they remember me, and thanks for the fun times! I really did have fun, so I look at this with fondness (even if I do cringe slightly ahaha).

It's okay to be cringe. 😂😂😂😂

[variousqueerthings]

Hello again!

Anon here, who asked for advice how to avoid River Song episodes.

First of all, thank you so much for your extremely detailed reply and all the work you put into it.😘

Wow… these upcoming storylines are wild, and reading about it made me cringe a few times. Also reading the summary of the events makes it look like the show’s focus shifted somewhat (more towards the personal/ romantic life of the Doctor???). But I’m sure that won’t be true for the story when I finally watch it, and it just seems like it now, because I read the summarized version.

I’m not sure if I already asked this in my original message… But, as you mentioned in your reply, season 9 is the last time River Song actually appears in DW, which seems kinda odd, given that they are married and she was foretold to be the most important person to the Doctor. Did they drop the character or the storyline??? Or is it still too early for their main story, and most of their time together is still a part of the future (of future seasons) ? Plus after reading your answer, I was wondering if the Doctor had time to get to know her as a person and fall in love with her at all? Maybe I’m thinking way to logical about a TV series “love story”. It all sounds just somewhat icky. Obsession turning into love etc.😕

(In the end I probably should stop guessing and start watching, with the help of your guide.)

And another question...

As implied, I haven’t started with s5 yet. So I was wondering if it would be advisable to watch the 60th DW anniversary episodes with David and Catherine now, given I just finished the Donna & Tenth Doctor arc? Or would it be too confusing without the s5 -s13 knowledge?

Thanks again for your detailed reply!

hello hello again!

I hope the guide is useful (I can fall into the trap of over-explaining that lead to a confusion for others, but hey, it's not for lack of enthusiasm that's for sure!)

I can tell you that there's a whole bunch of storyline that isn't related to the doctor and romance. there's some neat stuff with the doctor and the master (played by michelle gomez) in s8-s10 and I like about that narrative how much it throws itself into the un-nameability and complexity of their arc, but people can and do read it as romantic, which is totally fine. but point is it's far more open + the master and the doctor obvs have that... history

outside of river song, the arc of s5-7 isn't romance-based either (well, the ponds are romancing each other, but the doctor is kind of weirded out and/or curiously fascinated like a kid looking at bugs by the Rituals of the whole thing)

I think river song's narrative is over on the tv-show, because of how that final story in s9 ties it all together. there's this odd thing about the timeline of river song in her seasons where she talks about her and the doctor as if they're meeting backwards in chronological order (so for example at one point she kisses the doctor who's like "oh ok... first time for everything," and she answer sadly when he can't hear her that there's also a last), but this is definitely not actually the case, meaning theoretically she could come back, but if they nominally want to keep this idea of them meeting backwards, it's finished. it's doctor who though, and some characters come back after over 50 years off the show sometimes, so who can say

(I uh... personally don't think the doctor was ever written properly as falling in love with river song and that it's very creepy in its whole construction and that river song never seems to have agency in her narrative, right up until she gets trapped in the library for apparently all eternity to "save" her, but then m*ffat has had the doctor seemingly "falling" for a woman who's been into him since childhood twice now (girl in the fireplace), not to mention that amy pond -- while he does not reciprocate thank goodness -- also meets the doctor as a kid first and as an adult wants to have sex with them, so... that's just a weird thing m*ffat does a few times)

but you don't really get that narrative with the watchlist I gave you, because river song barely exists outside of narratives that are actually about the doctor (no really, she's almost always doing things because of the doctor, for the doctor, so the doctor will notice her, or talking about the doctor)/in which she's a plot-point, it's one of the reasons I actually quite like her final episode -- the doctor falls into her adventure, rather than her assisting his narrative (and it turns out the doctor knows next to nothing about her life, which is frankly another embarrassing anti-endorsement to this fuckn "romance") and that format... actually works for me, it's frustrating how it gives a tidbit of a story that might have been quite fun -- still not the romance though, go away

as for the last question: I know some people who watched the Specials before watching m*ffat or chibnall eras (I actually watched the Specials before I watched most of thirteen, just because I couldn't wait, but I had spoiled myself for the major stuff of that era beforehand). there is character development and plot and lore that gives the Specials extra Spice for sure -- I think the main thing that is Very Good in terms of going the long way around is that one of the core themes of the Specials, the doctor's sheer exhaustion and loss, is really felt a whole lot more, buuuut tbh, I think there's a lot of fun in having seen the Specials first and then going back and building to it, with the second time around being "ohhh so that's why- yeah, yeah this Creechur needs a holiday or something!!!" sometimes knowing where things end actually adds to the fun, youknow

but hold on, I'll ask from a direct source: @aq2003 you watched the Specials first and then went back to catch up, do you feel solid about that decision-making in hindsight?

(in the end though, seriously, watch the specials if you're impatient -- I don't subscribe to delayed gratification. get gratified in any order you want, that's more my personal speed, it'll be fun either way)

[braveclementine]

Chapter 9

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕴 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖞 behind Hermione as we made our way to the Gryffindor common room. She promoted elf rights the entire way there, as though I didn't know anything about it. Okay, so I didn't know anything about it. I'd just accepted it was a thing along with literally every other wizard out there.

I guess I could understand her from a point. After all, most wizards accepted that Werewolves were dangerous and didn't deserve to live, and of course, I believed quite the opposite. But it's hard to want to do something for someone who doesn't want it done for them. It's like telling someone you're going to give them a hair cut and they don't want it. House-Elves don't want freedom and honestly, a majority of them love their families and don't want to leave. Hermione was just forcing a rod into the system.

"Hello, I've just finished." Hermione said as she walked over to where the boys were sitting in the corner of the common room.

I sat down on the arm of Harry's chair while Ron threw down his quill and said, "So have I!"

Hermione sat down, laid the things she was carrying in an empty armchair, and pulled Ron's predictions towards her. "Not going to have a very good month, are you?" She said sarcastically and a bit disapprovingly. Crookshanks jumped up on her lap.

"At least I'm forewarned." Ron said with a yawn.

I looked over Harry's shoulder as he wrote on the last day of the month he was going to be decapitated because of a conjunction between Mercury and Saturn.

"You should make that Venus and Saturn." I muttered in his ear. "More likely."

"You seem to be drowning twice." Hermione said, looking over Ron's month.

"Oh am I?" Ron looked down and said, "I'd better change one of them to getting trampled by a rampaging hippogriff."

"Don't you think it's a bit obvious you've made these up?" Hermione asked, picking up the box of badges.

"How dare you! We've been working like house-elves here!" Ron said in mock outrage, trying hard not to let his smile through. "It's just an expression." Ron said as Hermione raised her eyebrows. I sighed.

"What's in the box?" Harry asked, pointing, as he put his own quill down having fixed the Mercury and Venus mistake.

"Funny you should ask." Hermione said, giving a nasty look to Harry.

"Bummer that you asked." I muttered in his ear. "You're going to regret it."

Hermione took off the lid showing the rainbow strewn badges. Each was a different color and the letters S.O.E.A. on them.

"'Soea?" Harry asked, picking up a badge. "What's this about?"

"Not Soea." Hermione said a bit angrily. "It's S-O-E-A. Stands for Stop Outrageous House Elf Abuse. Or the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare. That's the subline."

Every time that she said that it made me cringe. Where the heck was S.P.E.W.?

"Never heard of it." Ron said with a shrug, rolling up his month chart.

"Well, of course you haven't. I've only just started it." Hermione said.

"Yeah?" Ron asked in a bit of surprise. "How many members have you got?"

"She just finished Ron." I said with a yawn.

"Well- if you two join- four." Hermione said.

I stared at her and said, "When did I ever agree to join?"

"And you think we want to walk around wearing badges saying Soea do you?" Ron asked.

"S-O-E-A" Hermione said hotly. "I was going to put Stop the Outrageous Abuse of Our Fellow Magical Creatures and Campaign for a Change in Their Legal Status- but it wouldn't fit. So that's the heading of our manifesto." She pulled out the parchment that she'd shown me in the library and underneath that heading was the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare. So S.P.E.W. had made it on the parchment somewhere. I still felt weird that another vision had been altered though without me doing anything.

"I've been researching it thoroughly in the library. Elf enslavement goes back centuries. I can't believe no one's done anything about it before now." Hermione said.

"Hermione- open your ears. They. Like. It. They like being enslaved!" Ron said loudly.

"Our short-term aims are to secure house-elves fair wages and working conditions. Our long-term aims include changing the law about non-wand use, and trying to get an elf into the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, because they're shockingly underrepresented."

I groaned in frustration.

"And how do we do all this?" Harry asked. Why was he humoring her?

"We start by recruiting members. I though two Sickles to join- that buys a badge- and the proceeds can fund our leaflet campaign. You're treasurer Ron- I've got you a collecting tin upstairs- and Elizabeth, you're secretary, so you might want to write down everything I'm saying now, as a record of our first meeting."

"Ask Harry to do it." I muttered. "And besides, you will never get the non-wand use law out. It applies to every Magical creature like Centaurs and Mermaids and pixies and Gnomes. You really want a Gnome to have a wand? And Centaurs and Mermaids will be offended if you ever even mention trying to give them a wand!"

Suddenly there was a tapping on the window. Hermione looked mutinous and Harry hurtled across the room saying "Hedwig!"

Hedwig flew inside and landed on top of Harry's predictions. "Hi Hedwig." I said, petting her head feathers. "Have a nice flight?" I prayed Harry was going to keep his calm. "You have her treats, right?" I asked Harry as Hedwig hooted assent.

"Yeah." Harry said, going to his bag and pulling out a small bag full of treats and opened it. "Get Sirius' letter, will you Elizabeth?"

He sat back down and Hedwig settled on his knee. I took the letter from her leg and said, "Harry you better keep your calm."

Then I opened the letter and read aloud,

Harry- I'm flying north immediately. This news about your scar is the latest in a series of strange rumors that have reached me here. If it hurts again, go straight to Dumbledore- they're saying he's got Mad-Eye out of retirement, which means he's reading the signs, even if no one else is. Tell Elizabeth to pay attention to important details, she ought to sort it out before anyone else. I'll be in touch soon. My best to Ron, Hermione, and Elizabeth. Keep your eyes open, Harry. Sirius

"He's flying north? He's coming back?" Hermione asked in horror.

"Dumbledore's reading what signs? Harry- what's up?" Ron asked for Harry had just hit himself in the forehead.

"I shouldn't've told him!" Harry said furiously and Hedwig having been jolted out of his lap, flew up to my shoulder. I reached up automatically to scratch her head feathers.

"Harry!" I snapped at him.

"It's made him think he's got to come back Elizabeth!" Harry shouted at me. "Coming back, because he thinks I'm in trouble! And there's nothing wrong with me!" I handed up another treat to Hedwig, watching him, exasperated.

"He was coming back already." I said as Hedwig took another treat into her beak. "Because of Bertha Jorkins disappearance and the Quidditch cup was the last straw. He knew Bertha and she ended up in Albania. She's dead, but he doesn't know that."

"She's dead?" Hermione asked and I gave Harry an incredulous look.

"You didn't tell them?" I exclaimed.

Harry turned red and said, "I didn't know you wanted me too!"

"Back up, who's dead?" Ron asked, and I gave him an exasperated look.

With a little help from Harry, we relived the dream for them and by the end of it, they were both extremely worried- not only for me, but for Harry as well.

"Why haven't you told Dumbledore?" Hermione asked.

"Well one." I said. "A dream isn't on the same level as a vision. Who can say if the event really happened? Maybe it was my visions causing a nightmare. Does anyone really want to think my dream was real and that Peter isn't dead and that Voldemort's going to find a way to come back? Think about it Hermione, who's going to believe me?"

"Dumbledore will if no one else won't." Hermione said.

"Maybe." I said with an annoyed shrug. "But Dumbledore doesn't have the power over the Ministry to tell them that my visions are right- let alone the fact that what I saw wasn't even a vision."

"But if Harry had the same dream. . ." Ron thought.

"But Harry doesn't remember all the details." I said.

Harry was sitting back down. I fed Hedwig the last owl treat and petted her head again before bringing her over to the window so that she could fly back to the owlery. Then I closed the window and sat down by the fireplace, leaning my head on the brick.

"So You-Know-Who is after both of you. . ." Hermione reiterated slowly, thinking. "Harry to kill him and you. . . for your visions?"

I nodded.

"And Pettigrew thinks your Harry's sister?" Ron asked incredulously.

"Well Lockhart didn't help any." I scowled. "But I think everyone would know if Harry had a sister."

"True." Hermione said with a nod. "Considering the fact there's quite a few books written about Harry, the family, and their history. Dumbledore would've known at least."

"Exactly." I said, though it hurt to say so. "We learned that last year when Dumbledore offered to be Lily and James secret-keeper. If they were that close, he would've known if there had been a girl in the house too."

Harry was looking a bit down which hurt even more. "So what do I do about Sirius?"

My lips twitched. "Early tomorrow you're basically going to write a letter telling him that you must've imagined the pain and that he doesn't have to come back. You don't have to, but that's what I foresee you doing."

"Will he go back?" Harry asked anxiously.

I let out the smile. "No, but his reply is humorous."

Ron rolled his eyes. "I hate when you do this. Write the letter Harry."

"Okay." Harry said, looking curious. "What does the letter say Elizabeth?"

"Dear Sirius, I reckon I just imagined my scar hurting. I was half asleep when I wrote to you last time. There's no point coming back, everything's fine here. Don't worry about me, my head feels completely normal. Elizabeth says hi. Harry"

"Why didn't Harry write down that Ron and I said hi?" Hermione asked, a bit hurt.

"Actually he never put down any of our names, I just added that bit in." I said with a smile.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

I got up from where I was sitting. "I'll see you guys in the morning, okay? I want to get my Ancient Runes homework done before tonight."

I headed out of the Gryffindor common room and hurried to my own.

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖉𝖆𝖞 passed and that night I went to the dungeons because I had my private lesson with Snape.

He was waiting, as he always was, behind our customary table, looking extremely annoyed. It wasn't me, I was two minutes early. Unless he was annoyed that I'd come early- I wouldn't know. But if I were to bet on it, I would've been it was Uncle Moody.

"What are we doing today?" I asked, sitting down across from him.

He glanced up at me and his expression changed. He blinked and then he cleared his throat and pulled out a piece of parchment. "I thought if you'd want to learn a new potion, something we wouldn't cover until sixth or seventh year and we can work on that."

I nodded, taking the piece of parchment and reading down a list of different potions. There were a lot of them and I tried to read all of them but I kept being brought back to a potion called Felix Felicis.

"Felix Felicis?" I murmured.

"Liquid luck." Snape said, gazing at me thoughtfully. "That's the one you want to work on?"

"Well. . . I think so. I keep being drawn back to it when I try to continue down the list so maybe there's a reason I should learn that one." I said, handing the parchment back to him.

He simply nodded, which was his usual reaction to most of what I said. He got up and headed off into his office, most likely to get ingredients or the instructions on how to boil the potion. I found myself daydreaming like I usually did. I was probably the most peculiar person ever. Wanting to learn, taking extra lessons without needing them, and also I had a crush on a teacher probably twenty years older than me.

I tried to work out the math in my head. Thirty when I was twelve so yeah about twenty years. Something like that. I didn't like thinking about the years though. I tried to make it seem like we were only a couple years apart. Didn't matter though- he certainly didn't like me back. Not romantically anyways.

He came out with the instructions. "These are the ingredients for the Felix Felicis." He said, pointing the top left hand corner. Ashwinder egg, Squill Bulb, Murtlap tentacle, Tincture of Thyme, Occamy eggshell, Powdered common rue. All of the ingredients were hard to come by except maybe the thyme, rue, and murtlap tentacle.

"You have to let it stew for six months before consumption." Snape said, continuing. "There's a long list of do's and don'ts as there usually are with potions."

I read the list. Shouldn't be taken in large quantities or every day. Highly toxic. Shouldn't be used in gaming events, etc.

"It's easy to get wrong. . ." I murmured. "The ingredients are expensive. . . Why the heck did I pick this?"

Snape pursed his lips, a sign he was trying not to smile- at least when it came to me. "You tell me."

I sighed and muttered, "Touché."

And so the lesson started.

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𝕺𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 couple of weeks, I wrote to dad twice and Trang three times. I didn't write about anything exciting with dad. Just asked if he'd found a job yet and reminded him about the gold in my vault which he was extremely annoyed about. He told me he had found something to do but I wasn't sure if he really had or if he was saying that to get me off his back. Trang and I just wrote about normal things and I filled her in about the Triwizard Tournament.

Uncle Moody was very demanding with his course-work though of course that was up to my standards. All the teachers, as a matter of fact, were giving out large amounts of homework. Animate to inanimate transformations in Transfiguration, weekly essays on goblin rebellions for History of Magic, researching antidotes in Potions, three extra books to read for summoning charms, coming down on alternate weekends to work with the blast-ended skrewts that Hagrid had gotten from somewhere, and researching how to throw off the Imperius curse for Moody.

Of course, Uncle Moody also told our class that he would be using the imperius curse on us and we had to throw if off. While many of the students dropped their mouths- whether in shock or horror, I don't know- no one complained and we all lined up. I was somewhere in the middle of the line.

Hannah sang in a way that I'd never heard her sing before. Like opera and I knew for a fact she couldn't have done that without the curse- she was tone-deaf. Ernie did handstand pushups, which I also knew he couldn't have done. Susan was supposed to be doing gymnastics, but she fought it a little bit and I thought she was going to break her neck. Moody was pleased with this- she'd come close to throwing it off. Susan seemed pleased as well.

"My Auntie will be happy when I tell her." She whispered to me as she passed by, beaming.

When it got to my turn, Moody turned the wand on me. It was a wonderful feeling, the curse. It was a floating sensation and I found that I had zero worries in my head. I felt relaxed too- a danger, I knew, in the magical world.

Do a backflip. . . do a backflip. . . Moody's voice said in my mind. A backflip? I was going to break my neck if I did that. Yet my knees were bent.

Stop! my brain screamed at me and I paused, trying my best to ignore Uncle Moody's words in my brain. You can't do a backflip! You don't know how to! My knees were still bent. I fixed my eyes on the desk in front of me. What if there's a desk behind you? Of course not, Uncle Moody do a backflip moved all the desks out of the way.

BACKFLIP NOW!

But I didn't do it, I couldn't. I straightened my legs out and I took a step forward. As long as you don't do the backflip, do something else. Do anything else, my brain said. I took another step, fighting hard not to bend my legs and flip. And the curse was gone.

"Look at that, you lot. . . Kane fought! She fought it and she beat it! Did you all see that! On her first try too!" Uncle Moody's eye was burning bright with pride and something else I didn't recognize. I didn't like the second emotion very much, even though I wasn't entirely sure what it was. "Very good Kane, very good! They'll have trouble controlling you! Now everyone watch again, watch the eyes, that's where you see it."

I did it once more, everyone staring at me. It was harder the second time, and I very nearly did the backflip. It took me longer to walk out of it but I managed to do it and by the time I was done, I was exhausted and glad Uncle Moody didn't have me do it a third time.

According to Susan, it took me one minute the first time and two minutes the second time. It wasn't exactly good, especially if I was in a fight. I wondered if maybe I could have Uncle Moody help me throw it off faster when we started private lessons.

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𝕾𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 went and we entered October. I'd started private lessons with Moody. We alternated between throwing off the imperius curse and Occlumency. Dad and I had worked on Occlumency last year and I had gotten pretty okay with it. I was doing okay under Uncle Moody too but his will to get into my mind seemed to be stronger than dad's and so I had to concentrate harder under Uncle Moody and sometimes I didn't do so well.

I found it was harder to throw off the imperius curse when I was tired so Moody had started holding sessions when I was tired, hoping this would help build up resistance and practice but I still ended up doing a backflip anyways.

Cedric had started my Seeker lessons too. From what he could tell, I was a natural apparently. We usually did this on Saturday afternoons. The Quidditch pitch was never being used since there was no Quidditch cup.

When I left Charms on October 23, I made my way down to the Great Hall and saw that there was a large sign in the entrance hall. Many people were standing around it and I saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione enter the castle. They'd been out with Hagrid for Care of Magical Creatures.

I went over to them.

"What's going on Elizabeth?" Harry asked.

"It's about the Triwizard T-t-t-ournament." I said with a yawn. "Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be here on October 30th at 6 o'clock. Lessons will end half an hour early and students should return their bags and books to their dormitories and assemble in front of the castle before the welcoming feast to greet the guests."

"Brilliant." Harry said. "Potions is the class that will be cut. Snape won't be able to poison us."

"Only a week away!" Ernie said who was standing next to me. "I wonder if Cedric knows? Think I'll go and tell him. . ."

"Go on ahead," I said. "but I think he already knows."

Ernie walked off and Ron said blankly, "Cedric?"

I rolled my eyes. "Really?"

"Diggory." Harry said with a smile. "He must be entering the tournament."

"That idiot, Hogwarts Champion?" Ron scoffed as he pushed his way through the crowd.

"He's not an idiot!" I said angrily, blood boiling. "You just don't like him because he beat Gryffindor at the game last year. He's really smart and a good student."

"And he's a prefect." Hermione said with a tone of finality.

"You only like him because he's handsome!" Ron said scathingly.

I bristled and Hermione said, "Excuse me, I don't like people just because they're handsome!"

Ron coughed "Lockhart."

I said even angrier, "Cedric's my friend! And you're just going to have to keep your nasty opinions to yourself!" And I stalked off, leaving them standing there, and headed to the library without eating to start researching antidotes.

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𝕴 𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖔𝖚𝖙 to the forest later that day. It was cold, as it was nearly winter time, and I wore a thick cloak and gloves.

I saw Firenze immediately upon entering the forest and greeted him cordially. "Hello Firenze, did you have a nice summer?"

"Indeed." Firenze said, "And I suppose you did as well?"

"Yes. I went to the Quidditch cup. Ireland won. I suppose you've heard about the Tournament?"

Firenze nodded. "Part of the forest has been cleared to house some of the creatures that will be used in the tournament."

"Like the dragons?" I asked curiously. Surely they weren't here yet.

"Not yet, though I'm sure soon." Firenze admitted.

"Charlie's going to bring them." I said, smiling. "Charlie Weasley that is. I don't think you know him though."

"The name sounds familiar." Firenze said slowly.

"Hagrid probably talked about him." I admitted as Firenze and I started to walk. "Does Bane like me yet?"

Firenze chuckled. "Not anymore than he has in the past, though he hasn't started any recent arguments."

I sighed. "Well that's something. But I will leave if I become a problem though I wouldn't want to of course. I love the forest."

Firenze's sapphire colored eyes twinkled and he threw his long blond hair back. Trang had showed me pictures of American surfers. Blond hair, blue eyes, tan skin. So basically, Firenze was a horse surfer man. "The forest is not ours to keep or give."

"Tell that to Bane." I muttered, though not loud enough for him to hear, though I suspect he did hear anyways because his lips twitched.

As the moon and stars came out, Firenze led me to a clearing and showed me the different planets. We'd been doing this for three years so I was starting to get good at it. "Is Venus brighter tonight than it usually is, or is that just my eyes?" I asked, looking up at the bright planet.

"Perhaps a bit brighter, but not much." Firenze said, also looking up. "I suppose it simply means there's going to be a lot of love this year."

I thought about that. Maybe dad would meet a woman this year. I certainly hoped so. I'd like a mum. But for unselfish reasons, I believed dad needed someone to love that wasn't his daughter. He was still a virgin after all. But such are the curses of being a werewolf.

I wondered if maybe I'd admit to Snape. . . absolutely not. Jumping jacks Elizabeth, how could you even possibly consider that?

I asked, "Do you have someone you love, Firenze?"

Firenze did not answer for a long time and then he said, "Centaurs are different. Mating is. . . rough sometimes. We're a dying breed Elizabeth Kane. The forest is not always safe for the females and foals."

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

Once again, it was a while before he spoke. Venus seemed to shine brighter as he said, "You are a joy in my life Elizabeth Kane. Never be sorry for perusing knowledge." Another pause and then, "Yes, I loved someone once. Perhaps I still love them, I don't know yet."

I didn't say anything. The cold was starting to get to me and he knew it. He smiled down at me. "Go on back to the castle Elizabeth. I'll see you another time."

"Bye Firenze." I said glumly, wishing that I hadn't brought the question up, and headed back out of the forest and then up to the castle. I'd missed curfew and hurried to the common room before I met a teacher or prefect.

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𝕺𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 before Beauxbatons and Durmstrang arrived, I sat down at the breakfast table next to Harry, avoiding Ron.

"Sirius letter comes today, that's the only reason I'm sitting here." I said coldly, barely aware of Fred and George nearby.

"Oh Elizabeth, just ignore Ron." Hermione said scathingly. "He doesn't think before he speaks."

"Clearly." I said bitterly.

Hedwig flew down on Harry's shoulder, folded her wings and held out her leg wearily. Harry offered Hedwig his bacon rinds and she took them. Harry glanced down at Fred and George and read out the reply.

Nice try, Harry. I'm back in the country and well hidden. I want you to keep me posted on everything that's going on at Hogwarts. Don't use Hedwig, keep changing owls, and don't worry about me, just watch out for yourself. Don't forget what I said about your scar. Sirius.

"Why d'you have to keep changing owls?" Ron asked stupidly.

"Hedwig'll attract too much attention. She stands out. A snowy owl that keeps returning to wherever he's hiding. . . I mean, they're not native birds, are they?"

"Thanks, Hedwig." Harry said, stroking her. She hooted sleepily and drank some of his orange juice and then flew back to the Owlery.

"I'll see you guys later at the welcoming." I muttered, getting up from the table now that the excitement was over. At that moment, Sadie flew down with a letter from dad. "Thanks Sadie." I said, petting the top of her head. "Help yourself to whatever you want."

Sadie hooted and I headed off down the corridor and sat down outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom since that was my first class today and opened the letter.

Dear Elizabeth, Stop worrying, I'm fine. Also, I don't think you should be worrying about your visions either. There could be a thousand reasons that there have been tweaks to your memories. I don't know any, but I'm sure if we knew how the visions worked, we could figure it out. Are you going to be coming home for Christmas? I know it's early considering it's only October but I thought about making plans. Of course, considering the tournament is happening, you'll probably want to stay and I wouldn't blame you. I would stay if I were you. I'm glad Uncle Moody is working on the imperius curse with you. Just don't get hurt. Brushing up on Occlumency probably doesn't hurt either. I love you. . . a lot Dad

I re-read the letter twice. I sighed and folded it up. I'd write a letter to him at lunch.

I stood up as Uncle Moody opened the door and shoved the letter into my bag.

People weren't being very attentive in my classes and I tried hard to focus on what my teachers were teaching despite the people chattering softly around me.

At lunch, I wrote a letter back to dad saying:

Dad, I can't stop worrying when I don't know if you're okay or not. And I can't stop worrying about my visions, what if someone's life were to depend on it? I wish I knew someone who could help me with them. I don't know about Christmas yet. I've heard rumours that there might be a dance on Christmas Eve and I think I want to attend that if I get invited. Of course, with my luck, if I stay at Hogwarts I won't be invited and if I leave, I'll get seventy invites. I'll let you know as Christmas gets closer. Uncle Moody's great. I don't know if he has the popularity that you did. He's not as well liked at any rate, but people respect him and think his classes themselves are cool. But you were more liked as a character. And your classes were more enjoyable. And you were more handsome of course. I love you a lot too. XOXO Elizabeth

Then, I scarfed down some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches- a first considering I hated bread. I just tore the crust off and ate the soft parts and it was alright but not my favorite. Then before I headed off to Charms, I wrote another letter.

Sirius, Glad you're back in town. I think I know where you're hiding so maybe I'll run up and give you food. Depends on if Harry let's me have his cloak or not. But maybe I can make it out of Hogwarts without it. I wouldn't go to your hiding spot anyways. I'd hide it nearby, maybe by the Shrieking Shack. Not sure yet and I'll let you know before I do it so you won't have to check every day. By tomorrow we'll know who the tournament champions are. I haven't foreseen them yet- don't know why. Hope Buckbeak and you are alright. XOXO Elizabeth

Then I folded both of them up and put them in my bag. I'd send them off eventually. Probably tomorrow or later today.

Charms ended a half hour early and I hurried to the Hufflepuff common room to put my things away. In my bag, I put my journal, art pad, a couple of quills, one bottle of ink, and an old fashioned charcoal pencil.

I hurried back down the stairs, excited. I knew Viktor Krum was going to be part of the Durmstrang group. Though he would be sitting with the Slytherins, much to my disappointment. But it would be cool to see him in such a different atmosphere.

I had to stand with the Hufflepuffs as we had to stand by house and then grade level. I was standing in the fourth row and I was glad I was much taller this year. If I hadn't grown, I would never have been able to see over the third-years head that I was standing behind.

The cold seemed to be getting to a couple of the other students. I didn't mind. I had my cloak wrapped about my shoulders.

After some time, Dumbledore called from the back where he was standing with the teachers, "Aha! Unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Beauxbatons approaches!"

I looked up in the sky over the Forbidden Forest as other students cried, "Where!" I felt students moving behind me and then Cedric was standing next to me.

"What are you doing?" I asked, pursing my lips, looking up at him.

He grinned. "Getting a closer look."

I rolled my eyes. "It's not that hard to miss."

Cedric smiled a secret grin but didn't say anything.

One of the fifth-year girls tutted behind me and I heard her whisper to her friend, "What's he doing with her?"

"Maybe their dating!" Her friend whispered back jealously.

"Oooh I would hope Cedric had better taste than that." The first whispered. "Her hair is so messy."

I nearly reached up to touch my hair and see how it was when Cedric bent down and whispered in my ear, "Your hair is fine."

I glared at him. "You could just be saying that."

"But I'm not." He said and shrugged. "And I personally think my taste is good, what do you think?"

I blushed.

Then the carriage, that had been traveling in the sky, landed in front of us with a large crash. A shockwave went through the ground and a couple people jumped or knocked into each other. Cedric and I bumped into each other and he caught my arm and steadied me. Both girls hissed behind me.

"Are you trying to get me killed by your fanclub?" I asked lightly through my teeth so that they didn't hear me.

Cedric rolled his eyes. "It was a simple helping hand, it's not like I kissed you or anything."

I turned beet red, whipping my face away from his so he didn't see how red my face was. The words 'just friends' kept racing through my mind.

The carriage was the size of a large house, probably a bit bigger than Trang's house. It was powder-blue and it was pulled by 12 palomino horses the size of elephants. The horses had fiery red eyes.

"Wow," I exclaimed, standing on my tip toes to get a better look, wishing I could get closer to them, "Palomino Abraxan horses!"

Cedric looked down at me in surprise and said, "You know how lovely that is that you know what those are?"

I shrugged, not understanding the meaning behind his words. "I just pay attention in Care of Magical Creatures."

The door to the house carriage was opened by a boy in pale blue robes. He was obviously seventeen and had white hair. He unfolded a set of golden steps down from the house and then sprang back in respect.

A large woman emerged, the same size as Hagrid. Her shoes were size children sleds and her dress was of black velvet. She was a handsome woman, despite the large size. She was olive-skinned and had large black eyes like Hagrid's. She had a bit of a beaky nose and her long black hair was pulled back into a low bun that hung at the base of her neck. She had magnificent opals gleaming at her throat as a necklace and had many rings upon her fingers that were laden with opals as well.

One of the teachers, most likely Dumbledore, started to clap and we quickly followed his lead. The woman seemed to relax more and smiled. She had pearly white teeth and she obviously cared about hygiene. I decided that I liked her. She seemed friendly enough. She had good style too.

She walked over to where Dumbledore now stood, having separated from the rest of the teachers. She extended a glittering hand and while Dumbledore was tall himself, he did not have to bend to kiss her hand. "My dear Madam Maxime, Welcome to Hogwarts." He said.

"Dumbly-dorr, I 'ope I find you well?" She asked in a thick accent. I bit my tongue so I didn't laugh. I was probably going to think of Dumbledore as Dumbly-dorr for a long time.

"In excellent form, I thank you." Dumbly-dorr said. I bit my tongue again.

"My pupils." She said and I looked back at the carriage. There were about a dozen boys and girls- more girls than boys- all standing behind Madam Maxime. They all wore one of three outfits. Beauxbatons had three houses: Bellefeuille, Papillonlisee, and Ombrelune.

The students of Bellefeuille were lovers of nature and also had great bravery and loyalty. It was a house as such if Hufflepuff and Gryffindor were combined. They wore outfits made of silk (all Beauxbatons wore outfits made of silk) in the colors of soft green and white. They house symbol was a leaf to represent their love for nature.

Papillonlisee were gifted in arts of visual and musical. Whether performing arts like dance or musical talents like singing or instrumental. They also prided themselves on beauty of mind and beauty of appearance. Their colors were purple and blue and their symbol was a butterfly to represent creativity and beauty.

Ombrelune were the cunning and manipulative group. Basically Slytherin in another school. They were usually best at intricate subjects like Potions and literature. They also rarely displayed emotion unless there was a gain in doing so. Their colors were grey and navy and their symbol was a moon to represent their coldness (I think). I could've made up the meaning in my dislike for them.

There seemed to be mostly Papillonlisee students above the other houses. Two of the four boys were Ombrelune, one Papillonlisee, and one Bellefeuille. About three of the girls were Bellefeuille and the rest were Papillonlisee.

They stared up at Hogwarts with apprehensive looks on their faces.

"'As Karkaroff arrived yet?" Madam Maxime was asking now.

"He should be here any moment. Would you like to wait here and greet him or would you prefer to step inside and warm up a trifle?" Dumbledore asked cordially.

"Warm up, I think. But ze 'orses-"

"Our Care of Magical Creatures will be delighted to take care of them the moment he has returned from dealing with a slight situation that has arisen with some of his other- er- charges." Dumbledore finished.

I giggled and said, "The Skrewts." Cedric grinned.

"My steeds require-er- foreful 'andling. Zey are very strong..." Madam Maxime said in a doubtful voice.

"I assure you that Hagrid will be well up to the job." Dumbledore assured her.

"Very well. Will you please inform zis 'Agrid zat ze 'orses drink only single-malt Whiskey?" Madam Maxime asked, bowing slightly.

"It will be attended to." Dumbledore said, also bowing, though his was a bit deeper than hers. Perhaps her frame simply didn't allow it.

"Come." Madam Maxime said and her students followed her up into the castle.

"How are the Durmstrang getting here?" Cedric murmured in my ear.

"Pirate Ship." I muttered.

Cedric and I watched the lake though others were watching the sky. Ten minutes later, there was a weird gurgling sound and Lee Jordan shouted, "The lake! Look at the lake!"

As predicted, a ship rose up from the black lake. I wondered briefly where it had come from as the lake did not connect with any other body of water. Though the ship did look as though it was a ghost ship from a Scooby-doo episode- just not glowing.

A tall thin man built along the lines of Dumbledore was leading the students off the plank. They wore heavy fur coats and cloaks along with fur hats. I knew underneath that their uniforms would be blood red. They did not have houses. They also were more selective and would not accept Muggle-born students. This prejudice was not shared with every student, I knew. However, to make up for student shortage, Durmstrang let students come from Bulgaria and other surrounding countries, not just the country it was located in.

Durmstrang was, of course, notorious for its Dark Arts program and I worried for a little bit about the Beauxbaton and Hogwarts champion. I hoped that the Durmstrangs would play fair.

Igor Karkaroff was the one leading in front and his robes were the color of silver unlike his students, which were brown. He had short gray hair and a small black goatee that curled at the end of his chin. He had rather yellow teeth and cold eyes.

"Dumbledore! How are you, my dear fellow, how are you?" he called as he led his students up the walk.

"Blooming, thank you, Professor Karkaroff." Dumbledore replied, smiling.

They shook hands as Karkaroff then said, "Dear Old Hogwarts. How good it is to be here, how good. . . Viktor, come along, into the warmth. . . you don't mind, Dumbledore? Viktor has a slight head cold. . ." Karkaroff beckoned Viktor towards him and the boy passed. I heard multiple people break out into whispers of excitement.

"Well." I said as the Durmstrang students passed. "This ought to be an interesting year."

We dispersed back to the Great Hall. I sat down at the Hufflepuff table as I was sure I had to and pulled out my art book. I was working on designs at the moment- new Quidditch robes for a new team. The Beauxbaton and Durmstrang students came to sit down. I knew, from my vision that Beauxbatons were to sit at Ravenclaw- Durmstrang to Slytherin.

However, while the Beauxbatons sat down at the Ravenclaw table, Durmstrang came and sat with us. And more to my surprise (as I had foreseen Krum sitting down next to Draco) Krum sat down next to me.

I looked over in surprise.

"Hello." He said in a quiet voice.

"Hi." I said, a bit in surprise.

He pointed to my sketchpad, "You like Quidditch?"

I looked back down at the robes I was working on and blushed. "Oh, yes. I came to the World Cup. You flew wonderfully- but I'm sure you get compliments all the time."

"You ver in the top box, no?"

I nodded, surprised that he remembered. There were curious glances from all around the school- and hostile glares from girls. Great I'd gone from Cedric to Krum.

"You 'ave a very impressive school." He said, looking around. "Durmstrang is not as nice as this."

"Oh." I said in surprise. I noticed the other Durmstrang were picking up the golden plates and goblets and observing them in awe and with impressed faces. They were smiling and removing their cloaks. "Thank you." I added.

I looked up to see Ron goggling at me and Hermione rolling her eyes.

"May I look?" Viktor asked, pointing to the art book. I slid it over. This artbook was completely Quidditch so there wasn't a single embarrassing drawing in there.

I had however, done profiles of both Lynch and Krum and Viktor stopped on his own. "This is very good." He said, sounding impressed.

"Thank you." I said again. "Er- do you think you could sign it please?" I asked, blushing. "I know you probably get requests all the time."

"Sure." He said, sounding pleased. He produced a quill from his bag and signed the page. It was neat and small, quite unlike Lockhart's huge scrawling signature.

"Thanks." I said for a third time.

Professor Dumbledore, Madam Maxime, and Professor Karkaroff quickly came in. The Beauxbaton students leapt to their feet and remained standing- despite the laughter- until their headmistress had sat down again. Dumbledore however, remained standing and our chatter quickly died down.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and- most particularly-guests. I have great pleasure in welcoming you all to Hogwarts. I hope and trust that your stay here will be both comfortable and enjoyable."

A Beauxbaton girl laughed a shrill laugh. I pursed my lips and tried not to glare at her. I got defensive about my school- I'm sure everyone did. It was a bit of an insult that she thought she wouldn't enjoy her stay here.

"The tournament will be officially opened at the end of the feast. I now invite you all to eat, drink, and make yourselves at home." Dumbledore said and sat down. Karkaroff immediately leaned forward to talk to him.

Krum and I talked throughout the meal. He was a very interesting character, very different from who I thought he might be like. I didn't reveal a lot about myself. I'm sure rumours would be flying soon and I wanted to give him an honest view about myself without seeming too open.

Halfway through the feast, I noticed that Ludo Bagman and Mr. Crouch had showed up, taking seats on either side of the two new school heads.

When dessert came, I noticed that there were many different desserts that had never been there before. I supposed they were foreign. Krum pointed to a dish and said, "That is called Kurabiiki. Cookie, I suppose."

I decided I'd try one, per his recommendation. It was really good too. They were sweet, with powdered sugar across the tops of them.

"They're really good." I said, smiling at him after I had finished trying it.

He pointed out some other Bulgarian desserts like Banista, Kazanlak Donuts, Maslenki cookies, Bulgarian Honey cookies, and Tikvenik. He also pointed out desserts like Smelor buns and Kladdkaka which were native to Sweden and Cozonac, Romanian Chocolate cake, and Romanian Sweet Cheese pies which were native to Romania. (duh).

Dumbledore stood up once the dessert plates were clear and there was silence. Many of the students leaned forward to hear better. "The moment has come. The Triwizard Tournament is about to start. I would like to say a few words of explanation before we bring in the casket, just to clarify the procedure that we will be following this year. But first, let me introduce, for those who do not know them, Mr. Bartemius Crouch, Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation and Mr. Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports."

There was polite applause for Mr. Crouch and huge burst of applause for Bagman, even from the foreign schools.

"Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch," Dumbledore continued, "have worked tirelessly over the last few months on the arrangements for the Triwizard Tournament and they will be joining myself, Professor Karkaroff, and Madam Maxime on the panel that will judge the champions' efforts. The casket then, if you please, Mr. Filch."

Mr. Filch was wearing his horribly moldy tailor coat for the special occasion. I kept looking at Mr. Crouch. He looked horribly sick. I wondered what was wrong with him. He looked weird in wizard robes after seeing him in a suit at the Cup. His mustache and parting looked peculiar next to Dumbledore's long beard. Had Voldemort gotten to him already?

Mr. Filch carried forward a large wooden chest that was encrusted with jewels. I wondered briefly how much the jewels were worth. Probably millions in Muggle money. The wooden chest looked extremely old and probably very valuable by itself, despite the jewels.

"The instructions for the tasks the champions will face this year have already been examined by Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman, and they have made the necessary arrangements for each challenge. There will be three tasks, spaced throughout the school year, and they will test the champions in many different ways. . . their magical prowess- their daring- their powers of deduction-and, of course, their ability to cope with danger."

At the word danger, the whole Great hall seemed to be holding its breath. "As you know, three champions compete in the tournament, one from each of the participating schools. They will be marked on how well they perform each of the Tournament tasks and the champion with the highest total after task three will win the Triwizard Cup. The champions will be chosen by the impartial selector: the Goblet of Fire."

"Oh." I gasped slightly, swinging my legs around so I could sit on my knees and see better. The Goblet of Fire was a wonderful artifact that had to be charged once a year and such. Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped three times upon the jewel encrusted crate. The lid creaked open slowly and Dumbledore pulled out a large, wooden cup, perhaps about the size of the Quidditch House Cup trophy that Gryffindor had won last year. The wooden cup itself was unremarkable but there were blue-white flames that were dancing inside of it, filling the entire cup with its flames.

"Anybody wishing to submit themselves as champion must write their name and school clearly upon a slip of parchment and drop it into the goblet. Aspiring champions have twenty-four hours in which to put their names forward. Tomorrow night, Halloween, the goblet will return the names of the three it has judged most worthy to represent their schools. The goblet will be placed in the entrance hall tonight, where it will be freely accessible to all those wishing to compete. To ensure that no underage student yields to temptation I will be drawing an Age Line around the Goblet of Fire once it has been placed in the entrance hall. Nobody under the age of seventeen will be able to cross the line."

Dumbledore paused, looking around seriously at the students and then said, "Finally, I wish to impress upon any of you wishing to compete that this tournament is not to be entered into lightly. Once a champion has been selected by the Goblet of Fire, he or she is obliged to see the tournament through to the end. The placing of your name in the goblet constitutes a binding, magical contract. There can be no change of heart once you have become a champion. Please be very sure, therefore, that you are wholeheartedly prepared to play before you drop your name into the goblet. Now, I think it is time for bed. Good night to you all."

The students all hopped up and dispersed. I said good night to Viktor Krum, and made my way with the other Hufflepuffs back to our common room. I stayed up, pulling out a fresh sketchbook that I was going to use to draw scenes from the Tournament. My first drawing was a very detailed sketch of the Goblet of Fire.

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 I woke up early. I grabbed my Nimbus because today Cedric and I were going down to the pitch to practice. I wondered briefly if Krum would see and then scolded myself. I had enough crushes to last me a lifetime.

I made my way down to the Great Hall and grabbed some toast and made my way to the entrance hall. I wasn't the only early riser. Cedric was already waiting there with his own broom.

"Ready to go?" He asked as I chomped down on my jam and toast.

"Not yet." I said, taking another bite of toast and then swallowing. "I want to watch Fred and George."

"They can't enter, can they?" Cedric asked, frowning.

"No." I said, grinning. "But they're going to grow wonderful beards."

We settled down. Harry, Hermione, and Ron came and sat down. Harry sat next to me and Ron sat farthest away.

"Anyone put their name in yet?" Ron asked a third-year in front of him.

"All the Durmstrang lot, but I haven't seen anyone from Hogwarts yet." She replied, not turning around to see who she was talking to.

"You put your name in, didn't you?" I asked Cedric, frowning.

"Last night." He replied.

There was laughter behind us and I grinned, turning to see Fred, George, and Lee coming down the staircase, looking excited.

"Done it." Fred said in a triumphant whisper to Harry, Hermione, Ron, and I, trying to keep Cedric out of the conversation. "Just taken it."

"What?" Ron asked stupidly.

"The Aging Potions, dung brains." Fred said.

"One drop each." George said, rubbing his hands together. "We only need to be a few months older."

"We're going to split the thousand Galleons between the three of us if one of us wins." Lee said with a wide grin.

"I'm not sure-" Hermione started in a warning voice and I quickly shushed her.

"Ready?" Fred asked, winking at me. I rolled my eyes. "C'mon then- I'll go first." I watched him take his parchment slip out of his pocket and walked over to where the line was drawn and stood there, rocking on his toes with anticipation. Every eye was on him, knowing that he wasn't of age and seeing if it was going to work.

He stepped over the line and nothing happened. George let out a yell of triumph, jumping in after Fred. There was a sizzling sound and they were thrown out of the circle, landing ten feet away and beards popped onto both of their faces.

I burst out laughing. The beards weren't long and white, the way I'd seen. But they were nice, bushy, and red like their hair. I wasn't sure why the beards had changed but it was great. I think I preferred the red ones better.

"I did warn you." an amused voice said. Professor Dumbledore was coming out of the Great Hall. "I suggest you both go up to Madam Pomfrey. She is already tending to Miss Fawcett, of Ravenclaw, and Mr. Summers, of Hufflepuff, both of whom decided to age themselves up a little too. Though I must say, neither of their beards is anything like as fine as yours."

This brought another round of laughter and Fred and George headed up to the Hospital wing. Lee followed them, laughing as well. I wondered how many people Madam Pomfrey would have in the hospital wing by the end of the day.

"Alright, shows over." I said to Cedric, "Ready to go?"

Cedric and I said bye to Harry and Hermione, ignoring Ron, and headed outside to play Quidditch. Cedric had borrowed the snitch from Madam Hooch.

We passed the ship where many of the Durmstrang were lounging around. I saw Krum and quickly looked away, trying not to draw attention to us. I was also trying not to stare.

"Did you support Ireland or Bulgaria?" I asked suddenly. "At the match?"

"Ireland of course, you?"

"Ireland." I said. "But I like all Quidditch teams so I liked the outcome."

"You like Krum?"

"Sure, he seems like a nice person. He was really friendly last night too." I said reluctantly.

"Yes, very friendly." Cedric said curtly.

"What?" I asked, frowning. "Don't tell me your jealous or something."

Cedric kept his mouth closed and I rolled my eyes, "Oh c'mon Ced, we're friends, you and I. I can be friends with whoever I want."

Cedric sighed, running a hand through his hair, blowing air out through is mouth. "Right, yeah, I know that."

"C'mon love boy." I said, hooking my elbow with his and dragged him into the Quidditch pitch.

Cedric let the snitch go and we both mounted our brooms and flew to opposite posts. I had a faster broom but Cedric had more practice so we were evenly matched. The objective was to find the snitch without stopping on the broom once.

I flew in circles around the stadium, looking for a glint of gold. I saw it, near Cedric's foot and I decided to try out the Wonski-Feint. I dived down and to my amazing luck, Cedric dove as well, leaving the Snitch behind him. Then, I curved upwards, shooting past him and held my hand out for the snitch. I caught it as Cedric came up to my side.

"Brilliant move Liz." He said, smiling. "Let's go again."

I let the snitch go and it zoomed away. We circled back to where we started out and tried again.

It started to sprinkle sometime in the afternoon and we both flew down. I had the snitch in my hand again and I gave it back to Cedric. I was exhausted and my butt hurt from sitting on the broom for a couple of hours.

"My butts sore." I muttered. "I'm not going to be able to sit down for a while."

Cedric laughed, "Get used to it."

I noticed that Harry, Hermione, and Ron were at Hagrid's and I said good-bye to Cedric and headed over there, running to get away from the rain.

I opened the door to find that Hermione and Hagrid were having an argument about elf rights. "It'd be doin' 'em an unkindness, Hermione. It's in their nature ter look after humans, that's what they like, see? yeh'd be makin' 'em unhappy ter take away their work, an' insultin' 'em if yeh tried ter pay 'em." Hagrid said, putting a large bone needle through some yellow yarn.

"Amen." I said.

"Hello Elizabeth." Hagrid greeted me.

"But Harry set Dobby free, and he was over the moon about it! And we heard he's asking for wages now!" Hermione said as though this applied to every elf.

"Yeah, well, yeh get weirdos in every breed. I'm not sayin' there isn't the odd elf who'd take freedom, but yeh'll never persuade most of 'em ter do it- no, nothin' doin', Hermione." Hagrid said, shaking his head.

"Besides." I said, sitting down in a chair, laying my broom across my legs. "Dobby was in a horrible household. I bet if he'd been under the Weasleys care or Dad's or Harry's, he wouldn't have wanted to be set free because he'd have been in a loving home, not a cruel one."

Hermione was glowering with anger as she put the box of badges back into her coat pocket. I didn't stay for long and I went back up to the castle before the others. As I crossed the threshold, I saw Uncle Moody, observing. I waved, but didn't talk to him as I made my way to the Hufflepuff common room.

A vision crossed my head and I froze in my tracks. But that couldn't be possible. . . could it? I debated about what to do and I quickly hurried into the dungeons before I really made up my mind. I flew through the door, panting, trembling. Snape looked up from behind his desk, annoyed, and then his face turned to understanding and slightly concerned.

"What did you see?" He asked as I approached his desk. I sat down in a chair, trembling. "Is it bad?"

I nodded my head, trying to find the words to speak and then I said, "A fourth name is going to come out of the Goblet of Fire!"

"Whos?" He asked sharply. "How?"

I shook my head. "I don't know who put the name in or how it was done. But considering it had to be hoodwinked, either a dark wizard or a powerful one."

"Who's name?" He asked again.

I licked my lips, trying to get the word out. I rubbed my eyes, caught my breath and then, looking up at him, finally managed to say, "Mine." 

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[crystal-meloetta12]

hello, I would love to see your yokai watch ocs 💖

Ok so Ive been putting this one off a little bit for a multitude of reasons, most of which are some variant of "god Im so cringe", but I absolutely will ramble about them now that Ive been asked. This will be going under a read more because I go through 5 breakdowns and again am very cringe. I will also be showing each OC through a Picrew because trust me when I say my art is absolutely god awful, but all of them will be sourced.

Catherine

(Source: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1787745)

Ok, so she's basically the main protagonist of my little sector of hell. Her main watch model is the same as Katie's, but she does get upgrades overtime. Overall, she presents herself as a pretty stereotypical nice girl to those she talks to, and also shows a genuine interest in wanting to use her watch and skills to help those around her. Outside of yokai activities, she really enjoys all that she deems to be "cute", like Next HarMEOWny and clothing. She tends to be the most sympathetic of the party, opting to want to help yokai through words and actions as opposed to fighting them.

While a lot of her interests are genuine, some of her mannerisms are put on for those around her. She was very isolated for a lot of her childhood between consistently working parents and just not really being included in social circles, so a lot of her stereotypical cutesy vibes are just as much the only way she knows how to gain attention as much as they are for her own enjoyment. Because of this, she has a really bad tendency to become dependant on her relationships to the yokai around her, thinking that it's her only worth as a person and resultinf in an almost hero complex. So much so she often has a Pepillion on hand for when smiles are much harder to force.

(I KIND of want to add some neurodivergencies onto her, but I want to make sure I understand what Im talkkng about as well as I pretend I do before I actually go through with it)

Despite that, her primary go-to yokai is a Frostina she bonds with early on. She also usually has a Ratelle on hand for fashion-based things.

Her relationships with people are overall really chill, as she's generally nice to people. She is more open with the other watch users and her own friend group, allowing herself to be a bit more silly and goofy around them. The main stand out as of right now is I like to think Kyubi tried to flirt with her at one point as part of his "quest for hearts", and ended up learning what a lesbian is that day.

Hana

(Source: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/186583)

Hana's somewhat inspired off of the whole "robot from the future" line of yokai, and is actually a robot herself who was designed to help humans and yokai get along better. While designed to look like a human child, her whole body basically serves as a yokai watch, with her eyes basically acting as lenses that can pinpoint yokai. Because of this, she most often takes on the "navigator" role in more combat based scenarios, basically acting as the player in game. She was pretty much sent to current time as soon as it was confirmed shw was functional, so she has no real memories or way to travel to the time she came from.

Hana's the most carefree and childlike member of the cast, knowing a lot of things logistically but still experiencing them for the first time. Sometimes her curiosity and wonder can actually lead to trouble, but can usually be pulled out of it by others if not herself. She's actually probably the most emotionally well rounded of all of them tbh, mostly just having the occasional "Im not human" crisis and some trauma I'll get to later.

In terms of her yokai team, she mainly gets access to Don-chan who shares in her sometimes endless seeming energy, as well as Komajiro (not for any major reason, I just say so). She also has a Bruff in her team, mainly to act as a somewhat older brother figure who can ward off trouble if needed.

Mariah

(Source: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/3595)

Okay,

This girl is definitely the most subject to change, mostly because I made her core concepts back when I only played up to Yokai Watch 2 and was unaware I'd be submitting myself to Nightmare Lore! She's honestly recieved a ton of edits up to this point as well, my main strategy being "fuck it we ball" every time new lore presents itself to me. The current hurdle I have to pass for peak Blorbo Writing is Forever Friends, which I will watch after the Ensemble Stars interest dies down a little bit and I can actually continue Shadowside.

All that being said, as of writing this post, Mariah is a half human half yokai experiment facilitated by Ancient Enma to further push the "yokai human get along" thing until his ideals eventually shifted. Thus, she is treated as a member of the Enma family even if not related by blood. She is incredibly powerful with a high aptitude for yokai skills, althlough nowhere neae as strong as the man of all time himself. In terms of scaling, she probably is in between Zazel and Enma, though there is a sizable gap between all three of them. Because she was meant to be human, though, overexertion is a serious issie. She can only exert so much power without collapsing without other external circumstances. But with power like that doesn't just come responsibility, but pressure.

In the main group, she's the more collected one of the three, reeling in Catherine and Hana when they get more out of hand. Although, this is not to say that she doesnt get into antics of her own. Given her half yokai status, she doesn't really have much need for a watch, though she isn't above summoming Venoct for a fight. Shw does havw a slightly more human disguise, though it mainly changes her hair and eyes to be black.

Mariah and Enma get along really well, and share a sibling sort of bond. They tend to conversw over food, and she occasionally joins in for the "Enma's Holiday" manga shenanigans. She does end up in major conflicts of interest with Zazel on occasion, thus causing them to butt heads now and then, but they also genuinely care for eachother's well being.

Also I might rename her to be just Mari idk lol

Peg + some Shadowside discussion

(Source: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1403004)

(I know, I know, Im gonna rename her eventually. It was an i side joke that isnt rlly funny anymore tbh)

... okay so is now a good time to mention Catherine fucking dies-

I don't really have the specifics planned out, but I do want her to eventually fall to some greater threat. She is remembered lovingly, albeit not much of the front-less her survived. Enough for her to be out of the way by the time the watch is banished. I am admittedly breaking ome of the rules of Shadowside, that being she is very much remembered by everyone.

Anyways, enter Peg, a shut in living in 2040 who ends up coming across the Arcane. Like Catherine, Peg lived most of her life in isolation from overworking parents and hitting bad luxk in social circles, only she copes through using her alone-ness as a shield, going out of her way to avoid letting people in. For most of her life, this has been fine, as she's able to excell in all sorts of random things completely on her own. Yokai, however, are one of the few things you can't go through alone. She actually has the most trouble out of the cast trying to get things done with them, as her abrasive nature ends up pissing off the yokai she tries to talk to if anything. And while Hana and Mariah are clearly traumatized by what happened and trying to work through it, everything Peg learns about Catherine builds a really bad imposter syndrome, and another person's shadow so big it feels impossible to crawl out.

She does get along with Hana the best, who still retains a lot of her wonder in the world, which opens up Peg's eyes somewhat in turn. Where she and Mariah sometimes feel more like work partners, Hana could be much more considered a friend. Im not really familiar enough with the Shadowside yokao to give her a proper team (as I only have the anime to go off of), but if we are ripping canon rules apart further, I think she'd largely have a Wydeawake amd a B3-NK1. I also want to give Hana something kinda similar to the Yokai Watch Ogre but idk Im indecisive lol

I've also been considering the possibility of Cath wandering around as a yokai, but the ideas I've had are more "trauma demon" than anything.

Alice

(Source: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/41329)

Okay so a lot of her core development has also been largely put on hold in a hellscape of "Crystal needs to watch Forever Friends but hrrng no motivation", but she is alive during tne time period that would take place, which according to the wiki is also when Nathaniel woild havw been a kid. She comes from a largely traditional family who doesn't give her much agency, and often sneaks out at night to do the things she'd really like. She's generally kind and open to the world, but doesn't have a single clue who she is as a person or what she wants to do in life.

I'd LIKE for her to be friends with a significantly younger Mariah (who has weird aging bc yokai growth stuff), but I don't know how possible that is because Enma Bullshit. Her party largely consists of classic yokai, a standout being a Smogling she befriends early on. She has the marble component of the yokai watch zero built into a necklace.

And that's just about everyone's basic introductions! Ive had these characters anywhere from "about a year" to "many, many years", but this is really the first time Ive openly discussed them, so I hope you enjoy! Please feel free to ask any questions about them if you'd like, and thank you again!

[lesbi-an-shiraishi]

INTRO ~☆ [PLEASE READ!]

HEY GUYS! An Shiraishi here!! (>ᴗ•) !

Alright, putting that aside, hello!! My name is Cosmo, and I am the person in control of this roleplay account~!

Will not be tagging my main account here because uh. I might post my face idk. Definitely gonna post drawings though if not. Gonna post drawings either way actually

Anyways, back to this account, this is a roleplay account, meaning I try to stay in character [unless stated I'm OOC], and you can interact too!!

Warnings/BYI, DNI, etc UNDERCUT!!! [PLEASE READ ALL OF IT!! ITS IMPORTANT]

also undercut: get to know the creator!! also the undercut is very long. Just letting you know I

WARNINGS / BEFORE YOU INTERACT !!

There will be mentions of Anhane. Like. Lots of them probably. They are dating in this. There is in fact a Kohane. [@/kohane321 !!!]

Might be OOC, I'm not the best at acting as characters but I will try!!!

If I do end up posting my face and stuff, i do not look exactly like An so!!! especially with the fact I wear glasses💔

If I mention a ship[especially Anhane still], please do not mention another one. I understand if you ship a different ship, but please don't do this!!!

Probably won't be all that active but I'll try.

Possible cursing warning. Dunno though. Chances are not but . Still a slight sliver of chsnce

There might be a few headcanons. just a small amount tho

Do not interact!!

Basic DNI criteria!! [This is a pretty good list!!]

If you call Mizuki a boy or by he/Him pronouns. You will be blocked on sight.

h-homosexuals..!! grr.. /HUGE JOKE

Get to know the blog owner!

Cosmo here!! I'm gonna listen some fun facts, stuff you should know about me, and etc under!!

I'm an agender lesbian, and also somewhere on the aro/ace spectrum lolz.

I mainly use She/They pronouns, but I do use all!! I do also use some xenopronouns, but mainly paw/pawself!! I'm cringe ik💔

I do indeed have a [romantic] partner!! The person playing as Kohane is just my irl best friend FYI.

other fandoms I'm in consist of object shows, sanrio, tgswiiwagaa, and bocchi the rock!!

i am a furry. and alterhuman. I do not talk about it often at all though. Also I might possibly be a pet regressor, although I am still reading into it~!

I have autism, ADHD, Anxiety, and PTSD. all diagnosed.

MINOR. I AM A MINOR.

I love in EST timezone.

That should be all!! Have a nice day everyone!!