#i crush on ludo at times but oh.

[dxxdhood]

drains me slowly

pairing: wade wilson x gn!reader

summary: deadpool finally invites you, the coworker he has a massive crush on, over, which means the two of you end up doing more than just watching a movie.

tags: smut (18+), sub!wade wilson, dom!reader, pain kink, use of superpowers to fuel a pain kink, light masochism, teasing, gentle dom, hand job, scratching, body worship

wc: 3.3k

a/n: fic inspired by the new deadpool movie coming out!!! also, title is from love me dead by ludo.

No surprise that Wade wasn’t exactly anyone’s favorite– that goes for among the heroes he’s worked with and throughout his life in general. He’s – to put it in the kindest way anyone’s ever told him – fucking annoying. Oh, he’s more than aware that he’s a little too out-of-pocket, abrasive, impulsive– a nightmare to interact with, really. And those were just the recent comments made by the closest thing he has to coworkers! The shit he heard from people growing up was leagues worse. 

Look, having a rough start in life isn’t uncommon and he’s sure as hell not gonna get the tiny violin out for himself and throw his own little pity party, but he’s grown enough since his healing factor got beat out of him to acknowledge that he’s had it tough over the years.

He’s still going, though! Yeah, he may not always be the best at doing his laundry quick enough to get any clean clothes to wear, or at stopping his room from becoming cluttered with too many half-empty water bottles, but he’s still making it by, day by day.

But, well, it’s still really hard to constantly put himself out there, get assigned – or infinitely more likely, just shove himself into – whatever jobs or missions he feels like taking on when everyone treats him like Jar Jar Binks.

That was until you came along. So, obviously you’re crazy hot – he’s gotta get that out of the way first – but more than that, you were confident. Competent, too, and those rarely coincide in Wade’s experience. You mostly worked on call, joining the occasional mission, battle, or investigation because your mutant powers came in handy often, but you also still kept up with your day job. Honestly, Wade thinks the reason why you weren’t always present in fights was to stop the other mutants from being out of a job. Your ability to slowly deteriorate surrounding biological tissue, while horrifying and a pain in the ass to control – your words – was basically winning on easy mode.

But no, you were adamant about keeping your involvement with the X-Men infrequent– only joining when your presence was absolutely necessary. Apparently nonstop high stress situations aren't good for your mental health– who knew?

And he wants to pretend he became obsessed with you because of all those things, and of course they helped, but really, you had him at hello. Or well, you bothering to say hello and actually talk to him in the first place, to ask him questions about his life in moments of downtime where usually he’d be left with an unenthusiastic audience instead of a warm-hearted listener who actually laughed at his jokes.

So, of course, he has to go and fuck it up.

…

“So, glad that’s over, huh?” Wade says through a smile, the whites of his mask squeezing as his cheeks rise. “Speaking of over, you wanna come?”

“Over?” you shake your head a little, flashing your teeth as you try and comprehend him. “Right after we took on a whole crime ring?”

“Well, what a better time to unwind, am I right?”

“Oh?” you raise your eyebrows. “We’re unwinding?”

It’s small, but you swear Wade ups his talking speed, “Well, yeah, you know. Watch a movie, order in, show you my Pokemon cards, the works.”

You hum, pretending to consider it, “Depends, you got a holo Charizard?”

And now, for sure, he exhales his relief. “You insult me.”

The two of you enter his apartment not long after you’re dismissed from the mission, and Wade briefly excuses himself to change out of his suit. Making yourself at home, you take a seat on the couch and glance across his living room. His apartment is surprisingly nice. The kitchen and living room are one large, open space with a sleek, modern design. Also, you’d assume someone as chaotic as Wade would keep their house in a messier state, or hell, at least a little dusty, but the living room is spotless. Maybe he cleaned recently? What, was he planning on inviting someone over?

Snorting as you shake your head, a small click from across the hall catches your attention.

You’ve only seen Wade on the job, so naturally he’s always been wearing his red suit, but for some reason, you never stopped to picture him wearing civilian clothes. Actually, now that you’re seeing him in a sweatshirt and sweatpants – awfully warm for this weather – you’re struggling to reconcile the image of him you had in your head with the person right in front of you.

Well, at least until Wade brings up a fist to cover his mouth, illustrating his nervousness, and the tension fizzles out. Only Wade has body language that cartoonishly exaggerated.

“Nice sweats, green looks good on you.”

Wade pauses for a moment, registering your words before he giggles softly, arm falling to his side, “I’ve been thinking about changing the color of my suit. You know, hiding all the blood is great and all, but sometimes I gotta wonder – could this thing be more flattering?”

He walks over with a spring in his step before sitting by your side. Cutely, he wraps you up in the larger blanket first before settling the smaller, throw blanket over himself. You try your hardest not to show your confusion outwardly, but seeing Wade up close now has you questioning his outfit all the more.

He’s a bit tall, so the sweatpants don’t go all the way down to his ankles, but Wade’s wearing calf socks, as if he specifically were trying to avoid them being uncovered. Also, his hoodie’s easily a size or two larger, which makes it the perfect thing to wear to lounge around and watch a movie in, but also, the sleeves cover his entire hand sans his fingers. From the little you can see of them, they look puckered in scars.

But obviously Wade’s hands are scarred– he’s a mercenary. He’s handled all sorts of weapons and been in hundreds of fights over the years. You weren’t expecting his skin to be baby-smooth. 

What’s interesting to you is why he’d go through all the trouble to hide it.

Also, yeah, the most obvious pointers were that the hood of his sweatshirt is up even though you two are indoors in his own home and – how could you forget this one – his Deadpool mask is still on.

Was he just uncomfortable with sharing his identity in general or was he specifically trying to shove distance between the two of you? Whatever, if he doesn’t want to take his mask off with you, he doesn’t have to. You feel a distinct pang in your chest, but you try not to let it color how you respond to him. He’s more than in the right to only share what he feels most comfortable with.

Wade’s been fiddling with the remote while you’ve been – hopefully – subtly looking him over, and the screen finally changes from a streaming service page to the opening of the movie.

“We’re watching The Princess Bride? I didn’t take you for a romantic.”

He bats his eyes – at least, you think he does, given the mask– and speaks in a sweet voice “Why, me? Oh please, I know romance. I’m not going to invite a lovely, gorgeous, incredible person over and force them to watch Die Hard on the first–”

His back straightens out like he’s been electrocuted before he forcibly relaxes his posture to finish his thought.

“Hang-out.”

Okay, you want to go easy on him, especially because he seems so tense, but you can’t just let that one slide. You close the small distance remaining between the two of you, causing your entire side to press against his. Even through his sweatshirt, you can feel how warm he is.

“Mmm, just a hang out?” you mumble, sliding your head onto his shoulder. You’ve done this before, either for comedic effect or just in an attempt to push his buttons the same way he always tries to push yours – which, despite his best efforts, always ends up endearing him to you instead of bothering you – but never in a context like this.

He inhales sharply, and you count the seconds until he finally lets himself release it. Sometimes, you think he takes his healing factor for granted.

Turning his head to peer down at you, Wade considers you for a moment, keeping his face and body language deceptively neutral. You try your hardest to keep your eyes focused on the movie and your body loose and comfortable.

“You want this to be a date?” he says, flat.

“Why, thank you for asking, dear sir,” you copy his sweet voice from earlier before returning to your normal. “Yes, Wade, I like you.”

“I–” he starts, but the words get caught on their way out. His fingers bury themselves in the material of his sweatpants, and the movement draws your attention to them again. Shades of blotchy red and pink curve all across his skin.

Wade doesn’t say anything, which is concerning enough on its own, but following your confession, you feel like he’s more than out of his element. 

“That’s why you invited me over, right?” you try and help him out. “You feel the same, too.”

And then, feeling bold, you turn your head to face his still mask-covered head and kiss him lightly on the cheek. Instantly, you see fireworks go off inside him, because Wade hurriedly shuts the TV off and runs off to close the blinds. There’s barely enough light in the room now to make out shapes, but apparently Wade doesn’t take any issue because he peels his mask back and kisses you on the lips.

His lips are textured, and your intuition flashes quietly in the back of your mind, but for right now, you focus on how energetic he is. If his body is warm, his mouth feels like it’s on fire. He’s constantly moving, trying to experience all of you as fast as possible. 

It’s making your face heat up, how quickly he demands your complete attention and how relentless he is in grabbing it. Wade bites your bottom lip, causing you to gasp into him, and he uses the opportunity to explore across your own teeth and tongue. After a few more seconds, you break away, needing the space to breathe.

“Holy shit,” you whisper, voice rough.

“You’re telling me,” Wade coughs out. “We could’ve been doing that this whole time?”

“Well, all you had to do was ask.”

And although you can’t see him, which you know is the point, you understand something in him has shifted. He gets up from the couch, takes you by the hand, and leads you towards his room. His pace is so quick, you barely comprehend his actions until you’re both standing right in front of his bed.

“Is this okay?” he asks, quiet. You don’t think you’ve ever heard him stifle the amount of words he let loose before.

“Yes, of course it is. But Wade, we have to turn on at least a lamp or something in here.”

“We do?”

“Yeah,” you pause to give him a second to think. “I can’t see you at all like this.”

“What if – and you're just going to have to trust me on this one – you’d prefer it this way,” Wade’s voice is light, but it feels like it’s cracking at the edges.

“And why’s that?”

Not like you’d be able to see, but the anxiety radiating off of him makes him sound wide-eyed, “Huh? Oh, I– uh…”

“Look, if you’re worried about how I’m going to react to you having a bunch of scars– don’t. I don’t mind,” the sound of fabric rustling in front of you makes you think he just flinched. “I figured it out. You’re not sneaky.”

“You say that, but…”

“Wade, I don’t care. And I mean that kindly! Really, it doesn’t bother me.”

Wade starts pacing in front of you, nearly tripping on the leg of the bedpost, “Look, I appreciate the whole hero act you got going on here – really fits you good, you should totally quit your day job – but you don’t have to force yourself, I–”

“Wade, you either confront your insecurities head on or I’m not doing this with you. I told you what I think, the only person who’s going to worry about how you look here is you. We either have sex with a light on or not at all, okay?”

No one speaks for a few seconds once you finish saying your piece, and you cringe, realizing how forceful you must have come off. You’re about to speak up again to apologize when you hear a shudder-filled exhale from a few feet away.

“Jesus H. Christ,” he groans. “You’re so hot when you're putting people in their place.”

Your lips curl into a shaky smile, “Yeah, what else do you think is hot?”

And you can practically hear the gears turning in his head from here.

…

It’s actually happening. No fucking way he didn’t dream this up. But you were pretty adamant about him getting his head in the game in order for you guys to actually get down and dirty, so for you, he tries to keep his train of thought as focused as possible–  a big ask.

“Bossing anyone – everyone, especially me – around. You using your abilities–” you reach over and find Wade’s hand before running your fingers up his arm. “Shit, umm, using your abilities in general, but, umm, I really like when I’m there.”

“Oh?” you giggle. “When you get to watch, or?”

“When I get to feel.”

Your hand moves over to the nape of his neck, reaching under his hood and mask, to rub at his rough skin. Wade’s nerves light on fire as he waits for you to respond– for some reason, it never feels like your words come out fast enough.

“You got a thing for pain, Wilson?”

He chuckles, “You’d be surprised.”

“Okay, but are you sure? I can try, but it might not be all that good for you.”

“Don’t worry,” he thinks back to all those times he had a hard on while the two of you were fighting together. “It’ll be great for me.”

You hum, “Alright, then, but you tell me to stop the second you don’t like something, okay?”

“Aye, aye, captain,” he salutes, though you probably can’t see it. “And, same goes for you.”

“What a gentleman, letting me destroy him and giving me an out.”

He’s blushing something furious and he’s never been more grateful for the dark, “Anything for you.”

Those are the last words he whispers before he begins undressing. He knows you probably meant for him to strip with the light on, but he’s really not so sure he could stomach being looked at like a bug under a microscope. The attention, while electrifying, was already starting to get to him, so he lets himself stay in his comfort zone a little longer. As a treat. 

Once his sweats are off, he hesitantly peels off his mask before slipping into bed, keeping most of his body under the covers. After shutting his eyes, he clicks the lamplight on.

You’re not saying anything. That’s– a sign? A good one, a bad one, Wade doesn’t know. He’s trying so hard to keep his breathing steady, but he can feel his body start shaking all on its own.

You join him on the bed, kneeling next to him, before your warm breath falls across his cheeks as you kiss his forehead. Only then does he open his eyes, and you reward him by cupping his cheek in your hand.

“There,” you say. “Wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Wade gets the strong urge to snort, and so he does, but your eyes narrow. There’s a soft scratching at the back of his skull as you snake your hand over, and quickly you dig your nails in slightly. Wade has to bite his tongue to keep the noise in.

“I’m sorry, is that funny to you?”

“No!” he whispers sharply as you bring your hand down to scratch along the line of his neck.

“Good, seems like you’re learning.”

You kiss him, teeth clacking together at first before Wade melts into it. Your hand is still slowly exploring his body, running along the line of his shoulder and towards his upper arm. When you reach his bicep, you very obviously squeeze the muscle there, and you let out a pleased sigh as you begin groping in earnest.

He wants to turn to hide his face in the pillow, not sure how to react to all the positive attention and appreciation, but you catch him trying to turn away, and you kiss him deeper.

While one hand begins to explore his pecs and abs, your other hand scratches down his v-line, softly caressing the skin of his inner thighs before moving around to squeeze his ass.

Wade rewards you with a small whine, and you carefully trail a finger down his dick. You move in to whisper in his ear, “You’re so hot, I’m not forgiving you for hiding for so long.”

Trying to stifle the embarrassing moan that he knows will come out, he bites down on his lip hard, but you take the hand not teasing his cock to gently pry his lip away.

“From now on, I get to hear you, okay?” you say and Wade nods rapidly.

You take the moment you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, and after giving him a second to ready himself, you ask, “I’m going to use it now. Tell me if you want to stop.”

“Okay–” he responds before he feels the sweet sensation of you jerking him off coupled with your power. It’s a humming, dull feeling of pain resting in the background– almost like the sensation of being choked except it’s affecting his entire body. Wade feels like there’s a weight pinning down each of his limbs and it’s so freeing– so relaxing.

He sighs and turns his head to the side, letting out a deep moan when you up the pace of your hand and bring the other to fondle his balls.

“How is it?” you ask, sweat dripping down your brow at trying to control your ability. Sure, it’s  powerful and at times pretty horrifying, but Wade always loved how he was essentially immune. At the same rate you could destroy the flesh around you, he could heal his own right back. Just knowing that made him feel good, somehow, like he was made perfectly for you.

“It’s good– so good, I–” he nearly shouts, forgetting about the neighbors.

“Yeah, baby? What do you need?”

At hearing the pet name, he straight up whines as he tries to bury his hands in the sheets instead of his own thighs. 

“Not sure, umm, a little more–”

And he doesn’t know which god he has to thank for putting you on this planet, but he’s willing to pay them all a visit. You read him like he’s not some mess, some walking disaster nobody bothers paying attention to, and you give him what you know he needs.

From the base of his chin, you drag your hand in a deep scratch across his neck, chest, and stomach, your eyes watching the pink lines blend in with his scarred skin. It’s a flashing pain, sharp like being scalded and it feels so good mixed with the blunt feel of being under your power.

“I’m gonna–” he says, and of course, you seem to already know. He cums with a deep grunt, rutting his hips into your fist before he thrusts his head forward to kiss you again.

As soon as he comes down, he pulls away only slightly, just so he can say what he’s been wanting to say since he met you.

“Thank–”

You cut him off with another kiss, because sometimes, he really does need to shut up. 

[short-and-ugly]

If you're reading this I've finished my TWO WHOLE playlists!

Here's the infinitely superior DROPBOX link to the two:

The caveat to these being that you would need to download the playlists yourself to get the fullest experiences. But like. It's totally worth it. Prommy. Super duper prommy. Please.

Here are the timestamps for the longer versions:

SKOODGE:

00:00 - Losers by The Cardigans 3:18 - Happy/Ugly by Car Seat Headrest 6:16 - Sweet Talk by Saint Motel 9:28 - Step On Me by The Cardigans 13:17 - You name it, I’ll eat it (Bring The Hate Like An 808) by Talkshow Boy 15:02 - Jenny by The Orion Experience 18:19 - I Bet On Losing Dogs by Mitski 21:09 - Will You Wanna Live If You Can't Torture Me Every Day? by Star Kid 23:15 - Ruin My Life by Lusha 25:28 - Best Person You Know by Lowertown 30:18 - Tainted by MOP 32:32 - Strange by Celeste 36:47 - Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now by The Smiths 40:23 - I Feel A Little Bit Ugly Today by Su Lee 42:05 - 9 to 5 by Mustard Service 44:29 - Soldier In A Box by Hot Hot Heat 47:40 - Put Me To Work by Big Data 51:59 - Misery Meat by Sodikken 53:04 - Salivating by Sir Chloe 55:31 - Wars of Expansion by Space Cadets 59:52 - Normalize by Mother Mother 1:04:12 - I Don't Wanna Die by The Unicorns 1:06:15 - What Do They Know? by Mindless Self Indulgence 1:09:24 - Don't Bury Me I'm Not Dead Yet by The Riverboat Gambles 1:12:11 - Karma by AJR 1:16:18 - All I Need by Radiohead 1:20:04 - Everyone Adores You (At Least I Do) by Matt Maltese 1:23:26 - Death, Thrice Drawn by The Scary Jokes 1:26:26 - Side Character by Cloudfodder 1:29:42 - Honeysuckle by Pom Pom Squad 1:33:01 - Love's Caress by Moon Visions 1:37:52 - Never Ever Getting Rid Of Me from Waitress The Musical

PUNCHBUGGY/ZASR:

00:00 - Outside With The Cuties by Frankie Cosmos 02:33 - No Tomorrow by Le Matos (feat. PAWWS) 07:03 - 16 Mirrors by Alex G 08:30 - Ugly by Huxlee 11:05 - Glue by PHF 14:21 - Errasuriz by Kiltro 19:30 - Thermodynamic Lawyer, Esq, G.F.D. by Will Wood 23:06 - Drink To Me by Pleasantries 26:02 - Bubblegum by Matt Correa 29:37 - Second Best by Laufey 33:01 - I Hate Everyone But You by Elita 35:53 - Animal by Neon Trees 39:25 - Scroll Patrol by Rinse & Repeat 42:37 - From The Gallows by I Don't Know How But They Found Me 45:20 - Love Me Too Much by Carseat Headrest 48:41 - Ofelia by Kiltro 52:59 - Caroline Please Kill Me by Coma Cinema 54:50 - Love Me Dead by Ludo 59:11 - Cinnamon Bone by Eliza Rickman 1:02:18 - the perfect pair by beabadoobee 1:05:15 - Twilight by Boa 1:09:03 - Cellophane by Pom Pom Squad 1:12:36 - Oh My God by Bats 1:16:30 - You'd Like Me More by Axel & Lolo 1:20:13 - I Don't Know by You The Marias 1:23:43 - Break My Stride by Mattew Wilder 1:26:45 - Adorable by Artist Vs Poet 1:30:17 - My Ugly Mouth by Meg & Dia 1:33:52 - passing papers by egg 1:36:43 - I Was An Island by John-Allison Weiss 1:39:31 - Best Friend by Laufey 1:42:17 - Turn by The Wombats 1:45:42 - Best Friend by The Moving Stills 1:48:36 - Two Time by Jack Stauber 1:51:00 - Healing by Oh Honey 1:54:25 - Grew On Me by Chonny Jash 1:58:56 - milksugar by crushed 2:04:35 - Talk Like That by Wallows 2:06:36 - That Thing That You Do by Cody Fry 2:10:12 - I Think I Love You by The Patridge Family 2:13:04 - If I'm Being Honest by Dodie 2:17:45 - The Whole World And You by Tally Hall 2:19:31 - Valentine by Laufey 2:22:17 - Little Person by Matt Maltese 2:25:39 - Pink In The Night by Mitski 2:27:59 - Red With Love by Pom Pom Squad 2:30:28 - Poisoning Pigeons In The Park by Tom Leher 2:32:33 - Pretty Ugly by Bumblefoot 2:34:42 - End Of The by Earth Marina 2:38:24 - Deep Green by Marika Hackman

... but if you don't wanna go through the commitment of listening to these, here's the youtube versions:

... and HERE'S THE FULL YOUTUBE PLAYLISTS!!! HAHAHAHAHAA GOTCHA!!! YOU DUMB IDIOT!!!!!! YOU'RE IN IT DEEP NOW!!!! GO LISTEN TO IT. GO LISTEN!!!!!!!!! PLEASE. ALL TWO HUNDRED OF THE SONGS ON EACH OF THEM. NOW.

[bourbon-ontherocks]

I keep thinking about the fact that the Morgane & Karadec theme plays over the scene where Adam kisses Roxane... At first I thought it was just because they needed a “romance” theme and chose to step on our favourite ship, but... I don’t think it’s that. I think there’s a whole reason and intention behind it.

In this essay I will --

Oh fuck that! We all know this is going to be unhinged and nonsensical so let’s dive in!!

I’m purposefully ignoring the very real possibility that they chose a romance theme for the scene, to say that if their theme plays, then it’s for a reason. Playing his theme with someone when he’s kissing someone else is very loaded, and it can only mean one thing: Adam is thinking about Morgane when he kisses Roxane. Perhaps it’s even her that he would like to kiss right now in the rain. Perhaps he was thinking about her when he almost left before the date started. Perhaps she’s all he’s been thinking about lately.

But here’s the thing. She’s buying a house with her babies daddy. Talk about a commitment huh?

Okay let’s rewind a little. End of season 1, Adam actually considers asking her out. Yes he just stood her up in the previous episode, yes, he’s spent a whole season claiming he hated her, but our boy is ready to own his mistakes and give in to this weird attraction, because hey, she might be worth it after all.

All things considered, that’s pretty huge coming from him.

BUT!!!!! But, but but... man, you’re too late. So we leave him at the end of season 1 watching her getting back with her ex. And he’s clearly still thinking about it at the beginning of season 2, even if a whole THREE MONTHS happened in between.

He lies to Roxane to protect her. He tries to ask her out for a drink, except that he chooses a teerrible moment for it. He worries and hugs her when she almost gets stabbed. Hell, he threatens to quit for her! And yes, I’m purposefully putting this one after the post-stabbing hug because I think that’s even more of a declaration of love than the latter.

Don’t get me wrong, she’s still the most aggravating nutcase he’s ever met. But he just. can’t help it.

But then she does what? She tells him she’s looking to buy a house with her ex. A fucking house!! And right in that moment, when clearly the person he’s going out of his ways to protect and care for is committing to another relationship, here comes Roxane! Awkwardly asking him out (note that he never EVER actually said yes) on a date that he tries to escape, and would not have attended if it wasn’t for her relatable (to him!) habit of showing up early.

So be it, then.

He goes through the date, perhaps finds himself some common interests with her, probably has a good time, enough to forget about Morgane for a while. But then, Roxane kisses him out of the blue, and clearly he’s not as romanced as she is, the face he pulls is OBVIOUS.

But, he thinks. But. Why the fuck not?

And THAT’S when the Morgane & Karadec theme plays. Right in that instant, when he considers kissing her back or calling it a night.

Kissing Roxane back is a desperate attempt to let go of Morgane, and that’s why we hear their theme.

That’s the meaning behind “oh et puis merde”, because, as everyone know, it’s extremely sexy to yell “oh, fuck that!” when somebody just kissed you. That’s him realizing he doesn’t stand a chance with Morgane (if ONLY he knew... brb, gotta tape the pieces of my shattered heart back together) and giving himself a chance to move on from his heartbreak.

That’s his farewell.

And for a hot minute then, he thinks he might have done it, finally. Got Morgane out of his system as things are getting further with Roxane.

On second thought though, maybe this wasn’t enough. Maybe his heart breaks a little when Morgane tells him she’s off to sign the house papers. See, I’ve always thought that his farewell was then, when he tells her “You and Ludo make a wonderful couple and if you’re happy then I’m happy” (which is about the most DEPRESSING thing you can tell to a crush who’s dating someone else).

But maybe this was only the end of it, when the beginning took place a couple days earlier. Maybe this is his final attempt at letting her go.

(which is, quite ironically, what catalyzes Morgane’s very own breakdown that ends her relationship)

And maybe this is the reason he doesn’t visit her when she spends two months mopping at Céline’s right after that.

She needs to heal.

So does he.

[dearyvicious]

@dcmnhr continued from (x)

she knew she should be afraid, that she should keep her pretty mouth closed and not confront him, because, since their first meeting, ludovic had kept every damn promise. but she just couldn't, it was an impulse stronger than her. that need to feel the adrenaline that derived from fear. damn, it was moments like that that made her feel alive. " looks fucking like it, after all, you're the one who dragged me here, aren't you? " injected brown eyes seemed to search their surroundings for something before rising to his. " funny, i don't see your fucking name anywhere… what's the matter, dog, did you go pissing around and claim it as your own? " he'd taken everything from her. fuck, he'd stirred the shit out of her. she'd had the misfortune of catching his eye a long time ago and he'd made sure her boyfriend found out about them only to kick her a while later. pathetic, she knew. a groan of pain zapped from her lips when she'd felt the brutal touch crushing her soft skin. delicate hands bouncing against his chest, trying futilely to push him off her. yes, she should do as he commanded. back off. be the obedient little fucking animal, but she couldn't stop herself. there was a warmth curling into a tight knot between her legs and melting, making her gasp against his lips. a hysterical laugh lit up her lips. " you're pathetic with your empty threats… what are you going to do? kill me? oh, ludo, you're just a little boy playing at being a fucking man! " she did exactly what she wasn't supposed to do: she provoked the beast. her knee came up against his pelvis hard and harsh, pushing him back. " oh, you pretend… pretend to be a smarter one. " she looked at the darkness of the alley in front of her and then, at him. fuck. " hide and seek, monster. come and get me if you can. " clattering feet running to her death.

[safekeeperscosm]

MIND LINK AU THAT'S RIGHT!!

i understand the feeling haha, my original idea before I read about yours was toffee being some kind of zombie that yes, still haunts star (and this was before s3 came around — not including BFM)

and even in s2 I played with the idea of his ghost hanging around (or ludo-esque?) instead so he can look through her AND ludo's eyes. the logic being his access to the realm opens two windows since there are both wand wielders

umm cleaved au things ↓

other than an excuse to not kill him off BUT still count him dead for eclipsa to be freed, star & toffee share pain and dreams/visions

he temporarily died after getting crushed by that pillar, since if magic was revived why shouldn't he? and he's mostly made of decaying magic but with his finger he gets to slowly regenerate and become more stable throughout the season

oh yeah and memory loss, since he spent all that time in the realm without going insane I wanted it to happen eventually. he slowly regains that too though! and with eclipsa's help (since they dated and were friends, also hc that globgor was the one who introduced them ignoring "canon" timeline) this makes him essentially take glossaryck's place — who stays "dead", and explores his person a little? I want him to have fun and enjoy life but he's also a murderer lmao (tbf one out of two is an accusation)

it would be funny if he was like. eclipsa's defendant for Butterfly Trap but he's so useless as even a witness since he don't member shsjskk

star & toffee have their souls link or however so this is all very deteriorating on her physically and mentally. they do share some emotional energy that heals when one of the other are in good conditions (sticking toffee in crystal or the dungeon is a nono)

don't think I'll ever really write fics abt all this it's just fun to think about!

hi hello phoenix I'm gonna come clean that I was a stalker for your svtfoe works back in early season 2-3 (didn't have tumblr) and used to obsessively scroll thru your blog to catch everything that went on in the day 😭 I never did go back to look comprehensively but the genius behind your worldbuilding, lore expanding and characterizations (even theories) was inspiring and admirable you were like an idol to mee

the concept for cleaved au's premise was inspired by the one you made!! but I vaguely remember it nor to what extent other than like. soul????? sharing????

anyways I just wanted say you're really great!!! ← been so shy before

Ohhhhh that makes sense. I'm flattered! I'm glad you liked my stuff, even if I'm not so big on it. Makes me feel a lot less invisible.

I'm certain you must be thinking of my old (and a wee bit embarrassing imo) Mind Link AU, where Toffee's ghost was glued to Star's mind post-Battle For Mewni. They inherited each other's magic types and it showed in their eyes, one of Toffee's eyes being pink and yellow and one of Star's eyes being green and black. And their arms, both having burn marks from when Star dipped down.

Either way, it's great to hear from you, and I'd love to hear more about your ideas!

[butterflyeffectiveless]

I don’t know if this is okay to joke like that. Please let me know if this is bad

[comfortablynumb]

Marauders Mixtapes

Remus Lupin:

1. Why Am I Like This by Orla Gartland

2. Creep by Radiohead

3. Right Where You Left Me by Taylor Swift

4. Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High by Arctic Monkeys

5. Teenagers by My Chemical Romance

6. Look Who’s Inside Again by Bo Burnham

7. Getting Older by Billie Eilish

8. Seventeen Going Under by Sam Fender

9. I Bet on Losing Dogs by Mitski

10. Space Oddity by David Bowie

11. Under Pressure by Queen ft. David Bowie

12. Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift

13. Rock n’ Roll Suicide by David Bowie

14. Vienna by Billy Joel

15. Enough for You by Olivia Rodrigo

James Potter:

1. Line Without a Hook by Ricky Montgomery

2. All the Young Dudes by David Bowie

3. All You Need is Love by The Beatles

4. Can’t Buy Me Love by The Beatles

5. In My Life by The Beatles

6. There is a Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths

7. Everybody Talks by Neon Trees

8. Don’t Blame Me by Taylor Swift

9. Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift

10. Can’t Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli

11. Beggin’ by Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons

12. Silly Love Songs by Paul McCartney

13. Heroes by David Bowie

14. Someone New by Hozier

15. Codependency by Orla Gartland

Sirius Black:

1. Bang Bang Bang Bang by Sohodolls

2. Everybody Wants to Rule the World by Tears for Fears

3. Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen

4. Good Ol’ Fashioned Loverboy by Queen

5. Somebody to Love by Queen

6. Bad Reputation by Joan Jett & The Blackhearts

7. When the Sun Goes Down by Arctic Monkeys

8. Two Birds by Regina Spektor

9. As it Was by Harry Styles

10. Trouble by Cage the Elephants

11. Kiwi by Harry Styles

12. Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen

13. How to Be a Heartbreaker by MARINA

14. Call Me by Blondie

15. Take me To Church by Hozier

Regulus Black:

1. I Want Love by Elton John

2. As the World Caves in by Matt Maltese

3. No Children by the Mountain Goats

4. Kill the Director by The Wambats

5. Love Me Dead by Ludo

6. More Like You by Orla Gartland

7. Twin Sized Mattresses by The Front Bottoms

8. Hayloft by Mother Mother

9. Hayloft II by Mother Mother

10. Cherry Wine by Hozier

11. Are You Satisfied by MARINA

12. Back to Black by Amy Winehouse

13. Asleep by The Smiths

14. Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths

15. Sex with a Ghost by Teddy Hyde

Lily Evans:

1. Mr. Perfectly Fine by Taylor Swift

2. Out of the Woods by Taylor Swift

3. The Winner Takes it All by ABBA

4. Lay All Your Love on Me by ABBA

5. Don’t Go Breaking my Heart by Elton John and Kiki Dee

6. Like Real People Do by Hozier

7. Crush by Tessa Violet

8. The Last Time by Taylor Swift ft. Gary Lightbody

9. You Don’t Own Me by Leslie Gore

10. Come On Eileen by Dexys Midnight Runners

11. Heartbreak Hotel by Elvis Presley

12. Jolene by Dolly Parton

13. Here You Come Again by Dolly Parton

14. I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor

15. Truth Hurts by Lizzo

Pandora Lestrange:

1. She’s Always a Woman by Billy Joel

2. Strawberry Blonde by Mitski

3. Washing Machine Heart by Mitski

4. Runaway by AURORA

5. Love Grows (Where my Rosemary Goes) by Edison Lighthouse

6. Hope Ur Ok by Olivia Rodrigo

7. Space Girl by Frances Forever

8. Training Wheels by Melanie Martinez

9. Want Me by Baby Queen

10. Fourth of July by the Lumineers

11. White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane

12. Happiness is a Butterfly

13. Thus Always to Tyrants by The Oh Hellos

14. The Bug Collector by Haley Heynderickx

15. Ophelia by the Lumineers

Barty Crouch jr.

1. Parents by YUNGBLUD

2. Who’s Sorry Now by Connie Francis

3. Happy Pills by Weathers

4. Wishful Drinking by Tessa Violet

5. Cocaine Jesus by Rainbow Kitten Surprise

6. Gives You Hell by the All-American Rejects

7. Basket Case by Green Day

8. Saint Bernard by Lincoln

9. Sippy Cup by Melanie Martinez

10. Tag You’re It by Melanie Martinez

11. Panic Room by Au/Ra

12. The Bidding by Tally Hall

13. My Alcoholic Friends by The Dresden Dolls

14. Arms Tonite by Mother Mother

15. The Cult of Dionysus by The Orion Experience

[checkmatein3moves]

How would the ROs, maybe in like the late-stage crushing, react to a drunk MC that doesn't normally drink showing up at their door?

another one for the angst lovers xo

hebe: "oh love, oh love, oh love." she's heartbroken because she can't take your pain away. forgets to play coy and teasing and acts like your partner for real, pulling you in and giving you the gentlest, languorous forehead kiss. “oh, what have they done to you?” what have they done to us, she means, because she’s having a hard time too, but she’ll ask you to comfort her tomorrow. you need her right now. 

windo: his heart starts racing, but he leaps into action. immediately goes to get you a blanket and a glass of water and sit you on the sofa and hovers over you until you assure him you don’t want space right now. then he cups your cheek, running a thumb over your skin and asks you to talk to him. “whatever it is, i’m here. i love you. you’re loved.” 

sailor: they’re wiping sleep out of their eyes when you stumble into their arms, then suddenly they’re awake and alert. they wrap their arms around your waist almost as an instinct, but their heart squeezes with a need to do more, to do better. “if you came to ask me to pour you another glass, i’m afraid i have to object,” they whisper. they shouldn’t be doing this, but they get you tucked into their bed and offer you a washcloth for your face. 

jelly: fuuuuuuuuuuck. it was all well and good whispering sweet nothings and pretending you two were in love, but this is something else. she’s going to freeze momentarily, then let you in and ask just how much you’ve had to drink. how does she comfort you when she’s falling for you? offers to let you pet her dog at first but ends up letting you lay your head on her chest. rubs little circles into your hips until you fall asleep. 

twenty: surprisingly competent at dealing with it. nonjudgemental, grabs a water bottle and helps you into his car for a drive. still nervous regarding casual intimacy, so he just talks. not about anything heavy or detailed because he wants to wait til you’re more coherent. keeps looking at you to see if you’re ok but also because you’re cute. drives around a little longer after you fall asleep to make sure you settle.

noir: if he’s home, there’s a good chance he’s tipsy. stares at you super hard to make sure this is really happening. laughs, not from amusement but god this is dire. asks you to wait while he clears some of the clutter and puts his wine back in the cupboard, then invites you to watch a comfort movie on the couch. doesn’t want to talk. he knows if you get into it you’ll both admit things you can’t take back. 

honey: ludo comes to the door being nosy, but she shoves him out of the way when she hears your voice. looks down the hall to make sure the neighbours haven’t caught on then basically drags you in. “sit,” she says gently, making you wait on her bed while she gets you a drink and then takes your shoes off. basically makes you stay the night so she can keep an eye on you. great breakfast tomorrow obvs. 

jareth: yikes. no real softness from him, but he won’t turn you away to get yourself hurt or killed. “that’s embarrassing,” he mutters, taking you by the wrist and getting you situated on the couch. tries to question you a bit but he’s too impatient to be smooth and charming now so it probably ends in both of you upset/agitated. leaves water and painkillers on the coffee table and goes to bed, but doesn’t sleep very well. 

ludo: the apartment is small enough that he doesn’t need to carry you to his room, but will anyway. will deal a few kisses if you want them, but ultimately tries to tire you out or calm you down. tickles you if you’re ticklish, otherwise just rubs your back. he ends up with your head in his lap, feeling...peaceful. “if by some miracle you remember this, you’d better not tell anyone i have a soft side,” he whispers. 

monty: she’s confused at first. asks if you’ve been to a party or if you’ve been drinking alone so she knows better what to expect. will make a calming cup of tea for the both of you and bring you to sit in front of the window overlooking the city, the place where she likes to sit and think. “you need people you can trust. i’m glad you trust me.” she tucks your head into the crook of her neck, then helps distract you by watching the world move. “it’s never the end. life always goes on. you always have chances.”

[sallertiafabrica]

I don't know if your taking asks,but can you write something about Plagg and Tikki being dumb

And or Adrien being supportive of Felix's crush

Not really taking requests at the moment (might someday, if I feel like I’ll have the energy) but since I already have something like this in my docs, here’s Tikki, Plagg, and Trixx (they’re human versions because I’m obsessed) playing ludo — not exactly being dumb, but they’re being silly :P

(Fun fact: I was inspired by Markiplier’s videos with Bob and Wade to write this)

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“I don’t like how reliable on probability this game is,” Tikki said, reaching for one of her pieces on the board.

“Says you,” Plagg croaked out, grasping onto his chest as if stopping a fatal wound when one of the green pawns was mercilessly kicked off the board by a red pawn.

“It’s a perfectly fine set of probability and strategic thinking,” Trixx said.

“Says you!” Plagg gestured emphatically to the two orange pawns at the end of the path.

“Strategic–” Trixx shook the dice in cupped hands. “–thinking–” They threw it on the table, squealing delightedly at the six they got. They cleared their throat and dignifiedly picked their last pawn from its home. “With just the right amount of luck.” They gestured to the dice with a six facing up then snatched it onto their fist.

“It isn’t though.” Tikki’s finger clenched slightly as Trixx woohooed at the follow-up five they got. “If anything, luck’s above strategy here. You start up with the right rolls and you’re basically set. You’d have to want to lose to waste such good numbers.”

“Just like capitalism,” Plagg echoed right after Trixx.

Trixx snapped their fingers with a delighted gasp, beaming an open grin to Plagg, as he mumbled, “Fucking saw it coming.”

“I’m just saying–” Tikki folded her arms over her chest and shrugged. “–if I were to make improvements on this–”

“But you’re not, you’re currently on this board and being manslaughtered.” He slid his only pawn on the board over to the nearest red pawn. “Eat shit, Sugarcube!”

“Excuse me!” Tikki shot to her feet as Trixx threw their head back, cackling. “Where’s the dice?” she asked, searching around the tabletop. “What number did you get?”

“Umm–” Plagg waved to the path his pawn just made, arching an eyebrow. “Five? You’d know if you paid attention.”

“I was paying attention dipshit, what I didn’t see was you rolling the dice.”

“I see what you’re implying,” Plagg said, index pointed at Tikki, “and is very understandable—but if you’re looking for a cheater–” He turned his finger to the seat across from him. “–just turn forty-five degrees to your right–”

“Hey!” Trixx said. “What did I do?”

“What didn’t you do?”

“Lots of things. I have a list, you know?”

“Plagg!” Tikki thumped her fists on the tabletop. “Did you, or did you not steal during this turn!”

“No, I did not!”

“I don’t believe you.” Tikki searched around the table for the dice.

“Why not? What about this face makes me seem untrustworthy?”

“I mean,” Trixx said, “it’s the same face you always have when cheating in other games.”

“Exactly.” Tikki grabbed the dice and shoved it onto Plagg’s palm. “That’s why you’re rolling again.”

“So now you’re all cozy up with probabilities?” Plagg pushed the dice back to her.

“I don’t trust them for a second.” Tikki pushed it back. “So– roll again.”

Plagg groaned, slumping on his seat. “I could argue more, but for the sake of keeping this a calm and relaxed–” He threw the dice, it bounced off the tabletop three times before falling with a six faced up. “OH, MY STARS!”

Trixx bend over in laughter, punching the table, as Tikki shouted, “What!”

“You saw it! You saw it!” Plagg jumped in place then fell back to his chair, snatching up a pawn from his starting place. “Can’t deny me this, now, Queen Strategy!”

“I hate luck games,” Tikki mumbled.

[cto10121]

Harry Potter Clown Takes Part 2

Featuring shipping whinging, fatphobic fatphobia, and…old-fashioned conservative pearl clutching? Oh, heavy burden. Spoilers, of course

“Glaring Societal Issues”

The “Muggle farmer” in the GOF is actually the camp director, Mr. Roberts, who had been growing suspicious at the number of people (wizards booking tents for the Quidditch World Cup) who are booking tents. The wizards need to keep their existence a secret (that’s, like, the number 1 rule of being a wizard) so they modify his memory. The Obliviator who does this says he needs to do it “ten times a day,” not every few minutes, and carps about wizards (Ludo Bagman in particular) not shutting up about wizard things that draws suspicion.

Wizards in HP can be indeed callous, indifferent, patronizing, and even cruel in their attitudes towards Muggles, but this example really isn’t it. It’s already established that wizards have to use Memory Charms and damage control in order to hide their world from the Muggles. It’s standard protocol.

Yes, because the people in HP that want to change things and make things better for Muggleborns are portrayed as the bad guys and the ones that want the wizarding world to be for wizards only are portrayed as the good guys. Oh, wait.

“Not A Glaring Societal Issue”

Harry and Ginny becoming a couple was foreshadowed as early as the first book, OP, and there were many, many essays back in the day on why they were endgame because of these subtle hints. Ginny had a huge crush with Harry, but I don’t think it reached the level of God worship even in her younger years. Even then she tended to understand Harry’s true nature (his modesty, his aversion to nagging, and resistance to authority) way better than even Hermione.

I agree that Rowling could have set up Hinny better by exploiting Harry and Ginny’s connection of both being victims of Voldemort, perhaps had Ginny aid somehow in the Horcrux mystery (Memory!Riddle canonically “poured some of his secrets into her” so why not?). But of course she was always meant to be Harry’s safe haven, so to speak, untouched by the long shadow of Voldemort. Rowling was also playing the “who will Harry end up with???” shipping game with the fans as the series went on so it behooved her to keep is a tightly wrapped mystery until the last possible moment. Not a good choice in the long-term, frankly, but then HP never really revolved on romance.

As for Harry/Luna, you’re not the only one, OP. My dad shipped them from the movies (Radcliffe and Lynch did look good together)…until he read OotP and found a much quirkier Book Luna than Movie Luna. Nothing wrong with Harry/Luna, but I’m personally fine with Harry/Ginny.

Yes, these never-ending accusations of fatphobia are exhausting. It’s an old one, which Rowling has flatly denied before and fans themselves have argued for and against, over and over.

Suffice to say, both fat and skinny characters are portrayed negatively and positively throughout the the books and their size has nothing to do with their personalities. While Vernon may be fat, he isn’t really described as ugly (he has ugly expressions when he loses it, though). Dudley actually lost weight due to his diet and boxing, but he was still nasty to Harry up until Dementor attack. Neville stopped being comic relief past Book 4/5 and in 7 became a straight-up BAMF (and still chubby!). Hagrid is more than fat—he is literally half giant, so of course he is clumsy and doesn’t fit in much anywhere (he has accommodations). While he has some comic moments, he can’t really be said to be a comic relief character as a whole. Molly Weasley is also described as “plump” (I think Charlie is also described as stocky) and she is one of the most idealized characters in HP. Slughorn was never portrayed a bad guy, just a flawed one, and Fudge’s weight is barely mentioned. Among the truly skinny characters, there is Petunia, Snape, and, er, Voldemort.

If anything, the series is skeptical of (extraordinary) physical beauty and charm in general, sometimes to a fault. Fleur, Sirius, and Cedric aside, there is also Gilderoy Lockhart, Bellatrix Lestrange. And then there is perhaps the hottest, most seductive character of all HP—Tom Riddle, a young Voldemort. HP definitely leans towards the “looks can be deceiving/don’t trust appearances” category in terms of theme.

As for this supposed negative framing revealing Rowling’s supposed IRL fatphobia, years ago she shared a telling anecdote about an old friend she met, who had this to say about her appearance:

I went to the British Book Awards that evening. After the award ceremony I bumped into a woman I hadn't seen for nearly three years. The first thing she said to me? ‘You've lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you!’

‘Well,’ I said, slightly nonplussed. ‘Last time you saw me I’d just had a baby.’

What I felt like saying was, ‘I've produced my third child and my sixth novel since I last saw you. Aren't either of those things more important, more interesting, than my size?’ But no—my waist looked smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate!

And of course this now-famous quote:

Is 'fat' really the worst thing a human being can be? Is 'fat' worse than 'vindictive', 'jealous', 'shallow', 'vain', 'boring' or 'cruel'? Not to me.

“They’re Supposed To Be the Good Guys!!1!!”

You keep saying the phrase “good guys.” I don’t think you know what it means.

So it’s pretty obvious that the injustices and corruption of the wizarding world are deliberately meant to reflect the injustices and corruption of the real world, particularly Britain. But since Rowling is evil now, all depictions of government corruption and the prison-industrial complex are now meant to be endorsements, approved by Rowling herself! After all, it isn’t as if Rowling didn’t confirm that the new generation did make radical changes to the Ministry of Magic (the Auror Department in particular) or the world in general. Perhaps she should have gone more into detail as to the nature of these changes, but that would require another HP book. Honestly, that’s really up to the fanfic writers.

[mangaycompany]

Summer Troupe headcanons for @timeskip​

General:

This one isn’t really a headcanon, but I really like the idea of Summer Troupe going camping, sitting around a bonfire and all singing “Orange Heart” while Kazu plays the guitar!

I really like the idea that Yuki’s weak point is painting nails. He won’t admit it, but there’s a reason he never paints them himself, and the reason isn’t “It’s too much of a bother.”

But on the contrary, Kazunari is great at it! His hands are super stable thanks to years of art experience so he can do high quality work in very short time! He finds it fun too, so he often does others’ nails too if anyone wants him to. Misumi always asks for triangular patterns and Kazu is more than happy to oblige!

Muku has a growth spurt somewhere after year 3! Nobody notices it, since they see him everyday, until one day Yuki, while taking measurements, is like “Huh... Muku really is 183 cm tall, isn’t he..?” and everyone freaks out.

Tenma and Kazunari are the most procrastinating duo you will meet. They kind of bond over it; there are night where you will find them in the living room at 3AM desperately trying to finish assignments that were due last week, both just barely holding back tears

Misumi once proposed to Kazunari with a traffic cone, stating that he really needed to be Misumi Miyoshi to fully express his love for triangles (”Miyoshi” is written as 三好, with 三 (み or さん) meaning “three” and 好 (よし or す) meaning “to be fond of / to love”). Kazunari had to explain to him, while holding back laughter, that it’s not how it works.

Misumi loves wearing skirts (especially A-line and long flowy ones) because they’re triangular!

Kumon can’t play any instruments, but he actually has perfect pitch! He’s very good at singing just like his brother too! (Would most likely beat Banri if they went to karaoke together)

Kumon also has very bad memory when it comes to school stuff (his worst subject is history because of all the dates, which he feels bad about, because Juza is good at it) but he easily remembers stuff he’s passionate about

Everyone in the Summer Troupe loves games! They hold a game night at least once a month when they have time.

Tenma is terrible at Mahjong and tabletops, but surprisingly good at various card games

Yuki excels at Poker; always has everyone wrapped around his finger, but he has bad luck when it comes to board games with dice

Muku is, to everyone’s surprise, great (and absolutely ruthless) at Uno, but terrible at Monopoly; he always breaks under peer pressure and accepts all the deals, even if they’re bad on his end

Misumi somehow always wins at Ludo; he has some insane luck and always rolls the exact number he needs. Terrible at Scrabble though

Kazunari is great at Monopoly, Mahjong and Scrabble (everyone is surprised at his vast vocabulary, since he always talks in slang). Bad at Uno; never wants to +4 anyone so he keeps drawing

Kumon is a beast at Monopoly (who would have known he’s that good at playing people into his deals?) and surprisingly good at Hanafuda. Terrible at Poker; he’s too expressive for his own good

LGBT+:

I am well aware how unlikely it is for such a large group of random people to all be LGBT+, but try and tell me any theater kid would ever be straight, I’ll wait.

Tenma never got to explore much of his identity prior to meeting everyone at Mankai. He always thought of himself as a straight dude and didn’t even consider a possibility of being anything else. He starts questioning himself when he sees how different people can be even though they all have similar passion. He doesn’t label himself anything; he’s still learning about what he really feels, but he also deals with a lot of internalized homophobia, which others help him learn to get over.

Yuki is nonbinary! Doesn’t care for gender; thought he might be trans until he learnt binary isn’t the only option. He knows there’s no possibility for him to actually “pass” in society, so he’s accepted he’s gonna be misgendered a lot everyday; he’s fine with being seen as a guy, but when people assume he’s a girl it actually makes him uncomfortable. He’s only out to a handful of people at Mankai (namely: Muku, Izumi, and Azuma) but he doesn’t hide it, he just doesn’t tell anyone.

Muku is transgender! He knew since late childhood (10-12yo); his family was extremely supportive of him (which is still quite rare in Japan) and thus he was able to go on blockers and later start HRT! He passes very well, but is still insecure because of dysphoria; he looks up to Yuki who can still be very manly and masculine despite dressing in a feminine fashion. He comes out to the rest of Summer Troupe around Act 6 and everyone is accepting (Tenma doesn’t quite get it at first but educates himself later on)!

Misumi doesn’t use labels but he’s queer! Sees no difference between different genders; he feels the same way about all of them! Doesn’t have any strong connection to his gender identity either!

Kazunari is pansexual! He knew he was LGBT since around middle school but also dealt with a lot of internalized homophobia at first (likes of “Oh, I’m gay but I’m not like those gays”) but worked hard to figure it out and by high school he grew to be much more accepting; meeting many different people and talking to them definitely helped a lot.

Kumon is homosexual! Never showed any attraction for anyone for entirety of his childhood and early teens, but nobody thought much of it and certainly he didn’t notice it either; he just had the most important things on his mind and finding a girlfriend sure wasn’t one of them. He first learns of his orientation when he suddenly develops a crush on a boy on his first year of high school! To say he panics about it would be an understatement; he doesn’t know what to do, he feels like he should tell someone but he knows it’s foolish to assume anyone would be accepting of him. He goes to the only LGBT person he can think of: Muku! Muku of course reassures him it’s okay and helps him muster up enough courage to come out to at least his brother; something he’d been dreading the most. But of course, after at least an hour of going around the topic in circles, he finally comes out to Juza, who’s, although awkward, very supportive. You know my boy ends up crying for at least another hour.

[bbyx]

ripple effect - part two

Summary: During her fourth year at Hogwarts, (y/n) Deauxville falls for none other than Cedric Diggory. But it's not easy when you have to deal with protecting your family's fortune, keeping your father's illness a secret and having two of your closest friends catch feelings for you.

Pairings : reader x cedric, reader x draco, reader x harry

" Cedric! Hi. Hello.Crap i'm sooo sorry. I didn't break your spine did I?  ." You blush and fumble for words while he helps you up.

"Haha no, it's my fault I should've cleared out of the landing area sooner. It's just that I've dropped something" Cedric chuckles with his warm velvet like voice, finding your embarrassment cute. You ask him what he's lost in hopes of making up for crash landing onto him.

"My dad lost his glasses when we landed, and well, he can't see shit without them" Cedric chuckles but you can tell he's worried. (y/n) helps him search the field as more and more witches and wizards start dropping down from the cloudless sky.

(y/n) Deauxville and Cedric Diggory were friendly acquaintances. Nick and Cedric were friends and he usually spent a couple weeks at the Deauxville manor during the summer. Memories of late night campfires and intense water polo matches flood your mind. You loved having your friends over during the holidays, they brought life to the regal old manor.

This summer was the first time in three years that your friends didn't stay at your house. Instead you told Nick to take his friends to your family's summer house in St. Tropez. It's not that you didn't enjoy their company, unlike Nick his friends weren't complete assholes, but it would have been too stressful to hide your dad's condition from them.

You are still searching in the grass when you hear Diggory say something but you're too lost in thought to understand. Before she could react (y/n) felt an arm snake around her waist and yank her away just as a dozen wizards holding a rusty bucket crash down in the spot where she was standing moments ago.

You whip your head around to see Cedric holding you.

"Found them" He flashes you his signature smile while holding out a pair of wiry glasses.

You laugh and thank him for saving you from the two hundred pound wizard that would have landed on you otherwise. He's standing so close to you, you breathe in his scent. He smells overwhelmingly good, like mahogany and pumpkin spice and coffee. He smells like a slight autumn breeze that carries orange brown leaves along with it. He smells like-" Bloody kids these days, too daft to even walk off the landing area! Unbelievable!" The moment is ruined by an old wizard with wispy hair hollering at you and Cedric.

Cedric pulls away and whispers " Let's get out of here before we're nearly crushed to death again"

You walk away from the field explaining to Cedric why your brother couldn't come when the Quidditch stadium comes into view. It was a huge building with the right side covered in Irish green and the left side in Bulgarian red. It was covered in gigantic posters with different Quidditch players. Looking at the posters, you spot this year's superstar Victor Krum, the ever brooding bulgarian seeker. You force yourself to rip your eyes away from the stadium and look around the grounds.

There were thousands of tents in all shapes and sizes, ranging from canary yellow to cyan blue.

It looked like thousands of giant pieces of confetti had dropped down from the sky onto this field.

You must have slowed to a stop without noticing because Cedric takes your arms and points to a faded yellow tent and a smaller quilted red tent.

" The yellow one, that's the Weasley's tent and the one next to it is mine. I gotta give these to dad.” He says, holding out the glasses.  “See you later?"

You hum in agreement as he disappears inside the red tent.

Mr. Weasley is engaged in conversation with Ludo Bagman so (y/n) walks over to Harry, Ron and Hermione. Hermione immediately takes you in her arms when she spots you. You and Hermione had become close friends during your second year when she had started to tutor you and that's how you came to meet the golden trio. Finally, when she lets go from her seemingly never ending squeeze, you hug Harry and Ron.

"Harry! You've grown at least a foot during the summer!" You exclaim, looking him up and down with amazement.

He was so much taller than you remembered, you physically had to crane your neck to look at him in the eyes. He blushed slightly just as two familiar voices behind you screech

"HERE IS OUR FAVOURITE SPOILED BRAT!"

"Look who it is! Pumpkin spice and carrot cake" You retort back.

Fred and George pick you up and spin you around while you kick your legs fighting to get out of their grip.

"Put me down Fred! George! I'm serious. Fred STOP. Shit! That tickles stop!" You laugh hysterically.

Someone behind you coughs and they turn around still holding you. Cedric is standing there holding your bag.

"(y/n) I was wondering if you needed help setting up your tent" He says jutting his chin to the vacant spot next to his own tent.

"Yes, thank you" You glare at your captors ."Just as soon as these two buffoons decide put me down"

"Fine. But just because Prince Diggory came to save the damsel in distress." George says while bowing down dramatically.

"I am NOT a damsel in distress" You say embarrassed.

"Better go before we change our minds" Fred chimes in with a sly smile.

Just then you feel a small hand tugging on your tennis skirt. You look down to find a small house elf who says something barely audible.

"Goodmorning Miss Deauxville" The house elf whispers looking at her feet. "My name is Winky and I've been sent by Mr. Crouch and Mr. Fudge to request that you peg your tent in the ministry's quarters."

You suddenly remember why you're here. To talk with Barty Crouch Sr. and Cornelius Fudge about a very secretive business deal.

"Oh sure, um I'll be right there"

"What's wrong (y/n/n)? Too fancy to be next to us?" Says Ron teasingly but looking slightly hurt.

" If Mr. Crouch has requested her presence and she must go at once. We must not keep Mr. Crouch waiting." Percy says before you can answer.

" Percy, why don't you go suck Mr. Crouch's-" You cut the twins off.

"No,no. Trust me I would rather stay here but my dad sent me here to finalize a business deal with the Minister" Answering Ron's question.

Mr. Weasley and Ludo Bagman decide to join in on the conversation.

"What kind of business deal?" Asks Mr.Weasley.

"It's secret" You whisper loudly and everyone looks at you curiously. You swear you saw a knowing glint in Ludo Bagman's eyes when you mentioned the deal.

" Anyways I must get going because wE mUsT nOt kEeP Mr. CrOuCh wAitiNg!!" You say mocking Percy who glares at you. The twins laugh and start trying to predict the outcome of the game.

A hand grabs your arm and you look up to see it's Harry.

"Can I walk you there?" He asks with hope in his eyes.

"Of course" You smile back.

You grab his hand and he blushes slightly. The two of you head off towards the official looking blue Ministry tents while catching each others up on your summers.

[sagesilentfire]

I'm looking for a trans sensitivity reader (for Marcie) and possibly a poc sensitivity reader (for the monsters vs mewmans plot), so if you're available, please tell me, and we'll figure something out.

Forgive my inability to draw humans, please.

I know this is a big departure from my usual content, so I'd like to make sure you know that watching SVTFOE is not necessary to enjoy this AU, as everything needed to understand the plot is explained in-story. In fact, I'd love to have someone who's never even heard of a svftoe to read it so I can make sure it makes its own logical sense.

Anyways... 

(putting this under a read more for your scrolling purposes)

Hi. I'm Sage, and I would like to talk about a show I really liked. The past tense being the operative, as it used to be good, but...

I started watching SVTFOE after watching the great Steven Universe, which meant I had high expectations for it. And it met those expectations! From the beginning I was hooked. It was a good show. But as the seasons went on, it started to... rot.

Now, something to know about me is that I do not invest myself wisely. I love the things I love deeply and with passion. I get attached easily, and I love to theorize about the things I love. So I was heartbroken when SVTFOE ended the way it did, with none of my questions answered.

And when my theories were better than canon, well, that meant I had a new project: a complete rewrite of Star vs. the Forces of Evil. This AU will start similar to canon, but gradually diverge from it until it's something completely new. It will also have five separate "seasons".

So here's my AU: Star and Marcie and The Forces Of Evil (aka samatfoe). This AU will tear apart the scraps of lore that we got from SVTFOE and expand on it and make new lore, all narrated by my lovely OC, Sílthéy. And I promise I will get to as much as possible. If you're worried, check the titles of all of the chapters, which will hopefully reassure you that, yes, I will get to everything (or at least everything I've thought of ;)).

Dramatis Personae:

Star: Star will mostly stay the same in the first few seasons, but I'll try to have her actually grow and mature while staying a good person in the later seasons. She'll also be a bit more fire-aligned, because I wanted to be able to tell my Star and the canon Star apart easily. (She also doesn't get those wings until Mewberty.)

Marcie: is a trans girl. The entire second "episode" will be about her being trans. And I will, again, try to not have her act like a jerk in later seasons. She also won't be an adult trapped in a teenager's body, as that was waaay too weird for me. Instead she won't age in the Neverzone, period, and there will be an episode dedicated to her re-adjusting to Earth and discussing what the whole "spent a decade and a half in eight minutes" thing means for her. And, of course, she'll be more involved with the Mewni plot, as she will be interested in learning the lore behind Mewni from the beginning and push Star to find out more about Mewni.

Ludo: Ludo's story will not effectively end with the Battle for Mewni. He will get a redemption arc, with all the pitfalls and trip-ups that come with that. And all of his flaws and issues will be brought up, now just forgiving him for everything he did because he had bad parents. And Dennis will continue to be a cinnamon roll. Some things never change.

Buff Frog/Yvgeny: will not change. He is good lad.

Toffee: This is the big one. Where to start, and how to start it without spoiling everything I have planned? Well, let me tell you this: Toffee is getting a complete overhaul. For one thing, I now made them agender for various complicated reasons that will be revealed in-story, eventually. And for another thing, they will get an actual backstory and personality! Isn't that a novel idea! And they will not die abruptly and nonsensically in Battle for Mewni, so don't worry about that.

Jackie: Oh, Jackie. You poor dear. Jackie will not be delegated to the role of "one-time love interest who just skateboards out of the plot". First of all, Marcie will only have a squish (a platonic crush) on her, because I don't trust my aro/ace self with the weird things people in romantic love do to get together, but I do know what it's like to desperately want to be friends with someone. Secondly, while she will be out of the spotlight in later seasons, it'll be because she's on an exchange trip to France, not because we're abandoning her character and her world for no good reason.

Janna: never changes. Pretty sure she's the one constant of the multiverse.

Tom: will have his redemption arc earlier in the story so I can use him for things, but other than that will not change much.

Moon: First of all, she will not betray everything her daughter stands for by siding with Mina this time. There are plenty of other ways Mina could rise to power, so there's no need to ruin her character by making her do a stupid, illogical thing that even a five-year-old would see was stupid. I mean, she's still going to be kind of racist, but she's well-established to be level-headed and even a little clever, so she will not do something that would so obviously blow up in her face. Secondly, she will be a bad ruler, hence why Mewni is a total mess, but she will learn and become better and help Star's efforts to improve Mewni.

Glossaryck: is... changing. He won't "lose" his sanity for season three, but he will also not be in a totally heroic role. It's a complicated thing and a bit of a spoiler, so I'll leave it at that. Also, he's a dragon now Because Reasons (no, seriously, I have a reason for it. It's also a spoiler).

River: River will be goofy, like usual, but he won't be plot-destroyingly stupid. I'll try my best to not make you question why he's even king while still making him a foil to Moon. It's the tightrope I must walk.

Angie and Raphael: Will not completely disappear from the plot in later seasons, but will instead be like a second family to Star and will be a refuge when her overbearing Butterfly side gets too much.

Kelly: Will not be involved in a stupid romantic subplot with Marcie. Sorry. Other than that, Kelly will remain pretty much the same, aside from now being tiny, because that's just how she came out in my art. She's pretty cool.

Miss Heinous: Will not be Meteora this time around. I disliked how Heinous hurt so many people and was a horrible person, but as soon as her Tragic Backstory™ was revealed, all that pain and suffering she caused was ignored in favor of making her Super Duper Tragic™. So I'm separating the characters. Don't worry, though, she'll get the backstory and character arc she deserves.

Saint Olga: Saint Olga will be the main motivator for Miss Heinous's actions, as she is desperate to please the robot. Other than that, Saint Olga won't actually get much character. She's a bad guy, pure and simple.

Meteora: will not turn into a baby. She will deal with the consequences of her actions like a mature, responsible sixteen-year-old. But because she's sixteen, things won't be too harsh when she does snap. She'll still have her mother and father to help her and guide her.

Eclipsa: Regarding Eclipsa's design, I tried to make her fat, but... I don't know if it translates well in my art. I'm just not that good at art yet. But aside from that, making her cheekmarks dark gray (spades are a black card, not a red card! That bugged me so unreasonably much), and giving her as much of a connection to Toffee as the show implied, I'm not changing much about her. She was one of the good characters.

Globgor: Will have fought against mewmans in the past, but not have eaten them (what were the writers thinking?! Making your metaphorical poc eat people is... not good). And it will be more of a case of Star and Eclipsa knowing he is good and should be released from the crystal, but the general mewman populace not accepting it, until Cornonation, where he proves he's a good guy.

Shinjai: Is a new character I am thrilled to introduce to you all! She came from me thinking that for someone who supposedly wants to end mewman-monster racism, Star sure doesn't have any monster friends (Buff Frog doesn't count. He's an adult, and they don't really hang out so much). So here's Shinjai! She's a septarian, and is introduced instead of Princess Smooshy in Sleep Spells. She's a very minor minor monster noble, and her family has about as much political power as your average worm on a sidewalk after it rains, but all noble monsters must go to Saint Olga's Reform School for Wayward Royalty, so she runs away and gets help from Star and Marcie. She's mostly made to replace Pony Head: she's spunky and... uh, actually she's nothing like Pony Head. She's also unafraid of asking difficult questions and knows more about the plot than she lets on.

Rasticore: is very different from his canon counterpart: he only allies with Heinous and Saint Olga to keep an eye on them for ~someone~, and thoroughly dislikes them, despite agreeing to their mission. He also can regenerate as quickly as Toffee, he just chooses not to for ~reasons~. He also has a mysterious partner, but we all know it's – *gets clubbed over the head by Síthéy*

Mina: Making fun of mental illnesses isn't funny kids. Therefore, Mina is the only neurotypical member of the cast. She does boring neurotypical things like... I dunno, cleaning? And she's still a threat: bigotry and hatred are not exclusive to people with mental illnesses, after all.

Lilacia: Now, Lilacia Pegasus, the horse formerly known as Pony Head, will... exist. She won't be as overwhelmingly annoying, hopefully, as she is in canon. And to make sure she feels consequences for her actions, there will be a subplot in season two about her and Star growing apart as Star grows and leaves Lilacia's annoying party girl antics behind. Lilacia will have to realize that her immature actions are making Star leave her behind, and she'll have to grow as a person because of it.

Then there's a mysterious character who is very mysterious and does mysterious things and has a mysterious personality and is generally mysterious... mysterious. She'll be introduced in the second season and will be as mysterious as promised, I swear.

And finally, of course, it will be narrated by Sílthéy. She will tell this story, and her part in it, for all to hear. Or read? It's a bit of a strange medium, storytelling on paper. Or on a screen, whatever.

Now, of course, by now you must be wondering: What about the shipping? The shipping's the most important part, right? Well, here is my answer: There will be no ship wars. There will be no love dodecahedrons. There will be no cheating, no lies, no throwing other characters under the bus for stupid romantic drama. Why? BECAUSE STAR AND MARCIE ARE BOTH ARO/ACE. Suck on that, Starco! I am the last person to trust romantic drama with, so all of the romantic relationships in this bandwagon will be established, healthy relationships that have decades of chosen love and appreciation for one another behind them. And past!Tomstar and brief, schoolchild-crush-esque Star/Oskar but that doesn't count.

So, I believe that about wraps things up for this post. I'll start posting chapters soon, and will post two chapters every other week, and I'll release the descriptions of them two weeks before I post them. If you have any questions, please ask them! I want to work on my drawing skills, so I might even draw something for them!

Description for next episodes:

Star's Birthday: Star is a young, wild princess who is about to receive her family's most precious heirlooms.

Trouble in Diazland: Star is put under the care of the Diaz family, but can't quite seem to connect with their son, Marco.

And, finally, I have thank yous! These are mostly people I watched but haven't really interacted with yet, so if you get tagged know that you don't know me, I just followed you for svtfoe content. And for, you know, your personality.

Thanks to ankle-beez for being hilarious and reminding me why I made this AU when you relentlessly drag svtfoe. Thank you to @full-moon-phoenix, @dappercritter, and the lizard squad for my regular dose of Toffee. Thank you morningmark and @jess-the-vampire for keeping me invested in svtfoe as a whole. Thanks to svtfoe-critical and @twinklecupcake for good ideas. Thank you to TBlofeld on AO3 for your amazing AU, Monsters, Mewmans, Magic, that, while we took things and ran in completely opposite directions, still inspired me to complete mine. And thank you to Blue Order, whose deeply hilarious and deeply accurate video "How Star Vs the Forces of Evil Fell From Grace" inspired me to create this story in the first place. And, of course, thank you to whoever on the svtfoe wiki writes down the transcripts to every episode. You've helped me so much. I admit that I didn't follow all of your guys' advice, but you did help me get here, every one of you. So thank you.

[alison-anonymous]

♡ miss understood ♡ t.l.

Miss Understood ♡ Tom Lucitor Imagine 

Requested: yes, thank you to @technolilly for requesting this! Let’s try to bring some popularity to Tom Lucitor fics because he doesn’t get enough attention!

Warnings: angst, EXTREME FLUFF ALERT!

This took me all night to write, and it is decently long but I had a lot to say! I was excited, this was my first Tom Lucitor request so PLEASE SEND IN MORE IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS FOR HIM! 

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      To say you had a crush on Tom Lucitor would be a very big understatement.

      You had always had a bit of bad luck when it came to the love department, but when you did fall for someone, you fell hard. Which is probably why literally everyone except for Tom knew about your crush on him, even Ludo. But, knowing you, you were far too terrified to try anything. You loved him enough to distance yourself from him, is what you always claimed your excuse was. Not like that made your aching heart any better. You feared that there was no way he could love you compared to someone like his ex, Star, because whereas Star was this beautiful, fun, princess from Mewni, you were nothing but a human bookworm with a strange obsession with cows (I added in that last part lol). You would never have a chance with someone as stunning as him.

      Where people found Tom creepy, you found him charming. Where people found him scary, you found him misunderstood. And where people claimed he had anger issues, you said he was just a work in progress. 

      Of course, just because you were hopelessly in love with him didn’t mean that you couldn’t be friends. You spent most of your time hanging out with Marco and Star, so you got to see him a lot. You were known as his favorite out of you and all of Star’s friends, which you didn’t mind. If only you wouldn’t feel like throwing up every time he was around you from all the butterflies. 

      You were committed to keeping your feelings inside, as you were petrified of rejection. Little did you know that that wasn’t quite what Star and Marco had in mind...

♡♡♡

      It all started with an innocent sleepover at the Diaz residence. 

      You, Star, and Marco had became known as the Crackhead Trio among your oh-so-loving peers, but you loved the two goofballs with all your heart. They made all the rough stuff you dealt with in life fade away. It was the weekly sleepover you guys had began having, and after filling yourselves until your stomachs bulged with junk food, you all huddled around in a circle on Star’s bed and began a friendly game of Truth or Dare.

      Innocent enough right?

      “Marco,” you smiled at him deviously. “Truth or dare?”

      He eyed you carefully, resting his chin on his hand as his chocolate eyes tried to read your level of danger. “Mmmm… truth.”

      You cackled wickedly, rubbing your hands together as an evil grin spread across your lips. Star and Marco backed away from you, arms wrapped tightly around each other as they waited for whatever cruel fate Marco was about to receive.

      “Fuck, marry, kill; Star, Oscar,” you had to bite hard on your lips to prevent you from bursting out laughing. “and Glossaryck.”

      A look of disgust crossed across his face as you burst out laughing, Star quickly following in suit until she realized she was an option in this too. An unexpected blush crept onto Marco’s cheeks as he avoided your piercing gaze, wringing his hands nervously in his red sweatshirt. 

      “We need an answer Marcoooo,” Star singsonged, leaning her head closer to him expectantly. He heaved a sigh.

      “Kill Glossaryck, fuck Oscar, and...” he turned redder than a tomato. “Marry Star.” 

      You let out the fangirling scream you had been holding in for so long as you grabbed a beet red Star and hugged her close to you. She buried her face in your shoulder so that Marco couldn’t see her face and muttered a soft ‘thank you’ so that only you could hear. She had confessed to you the same night you confessed to her about liking Tom. You had been petrified she would have been mad, but when she squealed, hugged you, and told you she was going to form a plan to get you both hitched, you knew she was completely and utterly over him. It was only right for you to make the same promise to her as well!

      Marco pulled his hood over his face and tugged on the drawstrings as you and Star sat back up. 

      “Okay, okay,” Star brought herself back. “Marco, it’s your turn!” 

      He shook his head slightly from behind his hood. “Marco is not able to come to the phone right now. I transfer my position to Star.” 

      You giggled, rolling your eyes slightly as you took a sip of the Coca Cola bottle you and Star were sharing. 

      “Okay! N/n, truth or dare?”

      “Dare. I feel pretty daring,” you smiled. Star shuffled back towards you and began to scratch her chin, staring at you intently as she formulated a plan in her mind. You sat there patiently, figuring she was just going to dare you to do something stupid, like eat a whole stick of butter or something. However, when her eyes suddenly filled with large pink hearts as a gasp left her lips and she turned to excitedly whisper something into Marco’s ear, you began to feel less sure of yourself. 

      At the sound of the words, Marco suddenly perked up, pulling his hood off his head and letting it dangle around his neck as he grabbed Star’s hands, staring excitedly back at her. “That is perfect! Oh my god!” 

      “What?” You asked incredulously. “What’s perfect?” The look Star and Marco gave you struck fear into your brain. “Star...” You warned, narrowing your eyes.

      She gave you an angelic smile that quickly turned into a devilish grin. Marco also smirked as he reached for more of his nachos. You sighed, already knowing that whatever she had planned for you, you had to do by the laws of the game. 

      “What is it?”

      “I dare you to...” she paused for dramatic effect. “ASK OUT YOUR CRUSH!”

      You had a heart attack. Not really, but your heart stopped for a minute due to the momentary shock that coursed through you. Star could not possibly be serious. Because if she were being serious, that meant that you had to ask out your crush who just happened to be the fucking demon Prince. The one who had adorable lavender skin and enchanting red... eyes...

      SNAP OUT OF IT, Y/N! 

      “Y-you don’t m-mean...” you stuttered, feeling the room suddenly become a lot more suffocating than it had previously been. Star snuggled up next to you, wriggling her brows suggestively. 

      “Ooh yeah, baby, you have to ask out Tom!” 

      Images of him flashed through your mind at a million miles an hour, startling you so much that you fell back against her pillows, hugging your knees to your chest. 

     “No, no, no, no, no, I can’t do it!” You cried out, feeling the tears of frustration prickle as Star and Marco threw their arms around you in encouragement.

     “Come on, N/n,” Marco drawled. “You like him, what do you have to lose? Worst case scenario, he says no!” 

     “Yeah!” Star chimed in. “You two would be perfect together! And besides, you are his favorite!” She poked you in the side, but their encouragement did nothing for your heavy heart. You shook your head rapidly, feeling your heart rate go through the roof.

     “I can’t.”

     “Alright,” Marco heaved a heavy, dejected sigh, giving Star a subtle wink. She suddenly leapt off the bed and raced out of the room without giving you a sign as to where she was going. You were about to follow after her, but Marco quickly blocked you, snickering slightly.

     “Marco,” you suspiciously said his name. “What’s going on?” 

     “Well, you wouldn’t do it out of your own free will, but trust me - you’ll thank us later!”

     “What in the hell are you talking a-”

     Before you were even able to finish your sentence, a portal appeared as the last person you wanted to see stepped out of it, followed by Star as well, with a giddy grin imprinted on her face. He looked around the room before his eyes rested on you, sitting on the bed, with complete terror written on your face. This was crazy. You could actually see your nightmare coming true. 

      As soon as he saw you, a smile spread across his lips as he waved slightly at you. “Hey there, darling.” He greeted, using the nickname he had given you back when you two were just starting to become friends. Usually you tried to pay no mind to it, but tonight, just the sound of his voice melted you like butter.

      Before you even had a chance to reply, Marco’s hands were suddenly pushing you towards Tom as Star was doing the same with him. He glanced at them all in confusion as you attempted to scramble away from him out of fear, but Marco prevented you from leaving until you were so close to Tom that you could practically hear his heartbeat.

      “Y/n has something she wants to ask you,” Star giggled, as she grabbed Marco by the hand and suddenly, you and Tom were alone together. 

      A gentle silence followed as he stared at you in concern, you practically fearing that your stomach was going to pop out of your mouth if you dared to open it. It felt as if though your heart were racing so much that you might drop dead, but you forced yourself upright because the perfect guy was staring at you right now.

      “Are you okay?” His voice suddenly yanked you out of your thoughts and you blinked quickly as a loose strand of your hair fell into your face. You began to reach up to brush it away, but he beat you to it, stepping even closer to you and gently tucking it behind your ear, his hand lingering on the side of your face a little longer than it should have. He stared down at you with those enchanting red eyes until you forced yourself to look away, causing him to awkwardly clear his throat and retract his hand. It might have been you, but it seemed as if though he were hesitant to move it. 

      “I’m f-fine,” you cursed your stutter. “I-I’m really sorry about this.”

      He chuckled, tucking his hands inside his pockets as he looked you in the eyes once again. “It’s alright, so, what was it you needed to ask me? It must have been pretty important for them to stage it like this.” 

      You both laughed at the awkwardness that had been created, and you suddenly realized that you had to ask him. Your brain was screaming at you to be logical and to just half ass another question, but your heart really wanted you to ask him. I mean, what did you have to lose? Marco was right, the worst thing that could happen was that he would say no. And if he said yes? Well... maybe you didn’t have to be unhappy after all. 

      “Tom, I wanted to ask if, maybe, and you totally don’t have to if you don’t want to, I know I’m-”

      He gently rested a hand on your shoulder, startling you slightly as you looked up into his eyes. “Y/n,” he softly said your name. “Breathe.”

      You slowly nodded your head, and did as he said, taking in a deep breath and letting it out softly. “I was wondering if... you would want to go out with me? Like, on a date?” 

      As soon as the words left your lips, you scrunched your eyes shut, preparing for the worst heartbreak you could ever imagine. But when only silence followed, you were confused. You began to open your eyes when you suddenly felt his arms around your waist. Before you knew it, he was shooting you up into the air with fire from his boots, holding you close, and spinning you around in his arms with the hugest grin you had ever seen on his face. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes!” He cried out as you gently placed your hands on his shoulders in confusion. Were you hearing him right? “Do you have any idea how happy you’ve made me?”

      It finally clicked into place in your head. He said yes! Tom was yours! Well, not quite, baby steps, Y/n. Baby steps. You laughed, pulling yourself closer to him until you suddenly realized how high up you were, and you pressed your body against his as he slowly stopped spinning you around, but continued to hover. He must have realized how desperate he had sounded because he suddenly cleared his throat, but made sure not to let go of you as he reworded. “I mean, yeah, that’d be great.”

      You pulled back enough so you could look him in the eye. “Wait a minute, you really want to go out with me?” You couldn’t help but ask.

      He slowly began to descend as he switched from holding your waist to holding onto your hands as he gave you a sheepish look. “I mean, yeah, of course I do. You’re Y/n, you’re incredible! I’ve actually had a crush on you for a while now, but I kind of suck at this,” he laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. Your eyes widened in shock. So... he felt the same way?

      Taking a leap of faith, you delicately lifted his chin so his eyes met yours, causing a slight blush to rise on his cheeks as your sudden intimate action. You offered him a soft smile. “I feel the same way.” 

      At those words, though they were few, Tom regained his confidence completely as he swept you back up into his arms and spun you around again, this time only on the ground. You couldn’t help but laugh at how overjoyed you had made him as he gently set you back down on your feet and held you close to him, cupping your cheek gently. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow. Six sound good?”

      “I’ll be waiting.”

♡♡♡

      Of course, the date was even better than you had hoped for. Marco and Star helped you get ready before it, each of them gushing about all the future possibilities for you two, Star being most concerned about the wedding that was supposedly going to happen. He arrived to pick you up by a carriage drawn by a skeleton unicorn enveloped in fire. To any other human girl, it would have been horrifying, but to you, it was romantic. 

      He had planned the first date entirely, so it was a complete mystery as to where you were going. He first took you to have a dinner by candlelight in a very fancy restaurant that knew exactly what you favorite foods were (wink wink). You two talked and laughed and made fun of some of the other guests for hours, and it was the most fun you had had in a while. 

      After that, he took you to one of the most beautiful cliffs with a perfect view of the setting sun. You began to take a walk near the edges, but not too close out of fear you might fall off, talking the entire time. Your heart began to beat a little faster when he slipped his hand into yours. You both slowed to a stop as you stared out at the sunset in a comfortable silence when he turned to face you, gently lifting your chin to face him too. Hearts beating faster, faces turning your red, and butterflies fluttering like crazy in your stomachs, you watched as he began to close the distance between you too. Your eyes fluttered shut and you leaned in closer until-

      “SPACE UNICORN SOARING THROUGH THE STARS~” you both froze at the sound of your phone going off. Disappointment set in your stomach as Tom hesitantly pulled away, but wrapped his arm around your waist to show that he wasn’t upset. You shot him an apologetic look as you retrieved your phone from your bag and saw the familiar contact photo light up across your screen. 

      “Marco,” you sighed, a smile forming on your lips. “He probably wants to know how the date was going.”

      “Put him on speaker!” Tom said excitedly. You gladly accepted his call and clicked the speaker button.

      “Hey Marco,” you said.

      “Hey, dude,” Tom added.

      “Hi guys!” Marco greeted cheerily. “How’s the date going? Star would’ve called but she’s working on perfecting one of her spells for her mom.”

      “It’s alright,” you responded, looking up at the beautiful sunset. “I think the date is going pretty perfectly. What do you think?” You asked teasingly, looking at Tom with raised brows. He simply smirked at you.

      “I’m pretty sure there’s going to be a second one.” He chuckled.

      Even though you couldn’t see him, you were pretty sure Marco was grinning ear to ear. “I suppose you have us to thank for that, right?” 

      You were about to answer when Tom suddenly turned to you with furrowed brows in confusion. “Wait, thank him for what?” 

      Uh oh. “Uh, Marco, I’ll call you back.” You quickly hung up the phone before he could object and turned to Tom who was already starting to get even more suspicious. His eyes searched yours in confusion, and you scrambled to find the right words before he brimmed with anger.

      “Tom, please, it’s nothing-”

      “Just tell me, Y/n,” he interrupted, his expression changing slightly to desperation. You sighed. How he knew you so well was a mystery to you.

      “Before I asked you out, Marco and Star dared me to.” His face slowly began to contort out of confusion and into anger. “Wait, Tom, it’s not what you think-”

      “It was a dare?” He retracted his arm from around you, and you instantly felt a chill from where his arm used to be. “So none of this was real? You were just leading me on, toying with my feelings for you?” The last words came out in a demonic voice that was not his own as his eyes became engulfed in red hot fury, his hands setting on fire as well as his feet. He gritted his teeth in hatred as he slowly began to levitate in the air. Fear coursed through your veins as you stumbled back from him, feeling your heart breaking as tears began to fill up your eyes. 

      “No, no, Tom none of it was a lie, I do like you, I just-”

      “You led me on! This was all a joke to you, don’t even try to deny it!” He snarled, shaking with rage as his entire body became swallowed up in flames. You felt a thin layer of sweat form on your forehead from the heat and from your frustration as tears began streaming down your cheeks. At the sight of your tears, his anger faltered, if only for a moment, before he went back to being furious again.

      “Tom, no, please,” you sobbed. “Please just let me explain.”

      “I don’t want to hear it.” He opened up a portal, and in a flash, he was gone. You stood there for a moment in shock, trying to wrap your brain around what just happened before your knees buckled and you fell to the ground in a sobbing mess. 

      Of course, only then did it begin to rain. 

♡♡♡

      “Come on, N/n,” Star pressed her cheek against your closed bedroom door. “You’ve been in there for days.” Only silence followed. They couldn’t see you, but you were buried deep within your covers, still dressed in your outfit from your date with Tom, with matted hair and bloodshot eyes from all the tears. Your heart was broken. And you couldn’t find a way to get up anymore.

      Marco sighed from his sitting position on the floor next to her. “I’m not sure if it’s any use. Ever since she got back from her date, she crashed and didn’t get back up...” 

      A look of determination remained on Star’s face. “Well, I refuse to give up! She’s my co-best friend! I want her to be happy.” She grabbed Marco by the collar of his sweater and pulled him close to her face. “We have to fix this!”

      Seconds later, they were back at Marco’s in front of Star’s mirror. “Call Tom,” Star commanded. As soon as his face popped onto the mirror, Star and Marco gasped in horror. He looked even worse than they figured you did. His eyes were red and puffy, his lavender skin looked paler than normal, hair hair was messy, and his clothes looked sloppy. 

      “Hey,” he half-assed a greeting, running a hand over his face. 

      “What on earth happened to you?” Star gasped. 

      Tom’s face contorted into one of confusion and a bit of surprise. “Y/n didn’t tell you?”

      Marco and Star shook their heads. “No, after your date we were waiting for her at her place, but she stormed in soaking wet, went into her room, dropped into bed and didn’t get back up.” Marco explained. 

      “She hasn’t left her room in days,” Star continued. “I’m worried about her. So WHAT DID YOU DO THIS TIME?” She cried out, jabbing a finger at the mirror with narrowed eyes. Tom held his hands up in surrender as a look of guilt and sadness crossed his features. His three eyes cast down to the floor.

      “I may have gotten a bit mad when she told me the only reason she went on a date with me was because you guys dared her to.”

      Star and Marco sent each other fearful looks. “Okay, first, that doesn’t sound like Y/n at all,” Marco began.

      “And second, we dared her to ask out her crush. We never said you specifically! We knew she liked you, we wanted her to give her a chance because she was too scared you wouldn’t like her to ask you out on her own!” Star cried out in exasperation. Marco sighed as Star whirled around to lean her forehead on his shoulder out of frustration. A look of realization crossed over Tom’s face.

      “Oh my god,” he breathed, terror in his eyes. “What have I done? How can I fix this?” 

      “You can start by getting over there with us and apologizing,” Marco replied, rolling his eyes.

♡♡♡ 

      It was getting hot under your blankets, and it didn’t help that the sheets were wet from your dress and skin and hair, but every time you tried to move your limbs, they refused to comply from your heavy heart. You felt the tears begin to prickle once more as the thought of... him crept into your mind once again.

      Suddenly, there was the familiar sound of a dimension ripping and footsteps walking towards your bed coming from outside your sadness cave. Fear began to set in your mind as you feared the worse, when you felt the stranger sit down on the side of the bed. Slowly, the covers were lifted off of you, revealing your horrid, heartbroken figure to the harsh bright light. You squinted as your eyes became accustomed to the light and the first thing you saw was the person who stole your heart and crushed it sitting next to you, with a look of pure guilt and sadness written on his face. 

      “Y/n,” he breathed your name, and you hated the way you felt your insides melt at the sound of it. He reached out for you, but you forced yourself to prop yourself up on your arms and back away. “Y/n, I am so, so sorry.”

      With the little you had allowed yourself to look at him, you could tell he looked as bad as you did, if not worse. But you forced yourself to look away from him and out your window, resting your head down onto your pillow as you stayed silent.

      “I should have listened to you. It wasn’t right for me to be so quick to judge. I just...” he sighed in frustration at his feelings. “I like you. A lot. So much in fact, that even the idea that you might not like me back after asking me out in the first place made me feel... furious. I know I have problems, and I know now that it wasn’t about me, that your friends just wanted you to have a shot with me...” he paused for a moment. “Is it true you were afraid to ask me out because you thought I wouldn’t like you?”

      Even though you didn’t want to, you slowly nodded your head as your lips began to tremble. A lone tear slipped down your cheek as you stifled a sob. You felt disgusting for crying in front of him as his eyes softened and in seconds, he was picking you up and pulling you to him, cupping your face in his hands and wiping away the tears that began streaming down your cheeks. You were so glad to be back in his touch that you leaned in to his hands, savoring every moment.

      “I am so, so sorry, darling,” he whispered, his own eyes began brimming with tears and only then did you notice how swollen his eyes were too. You cracked a small smile and wiped away his tears as well, resting your hand on his cheek as he stared longingly at you.

      “I forgive you,” you smiled. He let out a breath in relief and tilted his head back before resting it against yours. You teasingly tapped your nose against his, causing him to laugh. 

      “I may have liked a lot of girls in the past, but you, Y/n L/n, are the only one for me. Alright?” He whispered, his breath warm across your lips. You felt your heart race as a giddy smile spread across your lips.

      “Alright.”

♡ a.a.

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Chapter Three - Expanding

Story: An Everlasting Connection  Chapter Three: Expanding Rating: T Word Count: 2,904 Disclaimer: This chapter is most entirely based around the events of Goblet of Fire, quotes and events may be taken directly from the book. Everything else is simply from Hermione’s point of view. Summary: The story of Viktor Krum and Hermione Granger, from the first time they came into each others sights until the day one of them says the binding words of 'I do'. Can they defeat the odds of their everlasting connection to find happiness elsewhere, or will they admit the fact that their lives are brighter with the other near?

Excitement bubbled and filled the halls of Hogwarts to a near suffocating point the morning of the two rival schools arrivals. Hermione felt as much excitement as the others, but for very, very different reasons. While her peers buzzed with the enthrallment at the idea of the Triwizarding Tournament, she could hardly contain her excitement to hear about other wizarding schools from peers. What were the classes like? Did they have an entirely different curriculum? Of course, she’d already found out that Durmstrang leaned heavily towards the Dark Arts, even before Malfoy had gone spewing his mouth on the train earlier that year. 

The more Hermione thought on it, the more foolish she felt for not putting the pieces together and guessing that the Tournament was coming to Hogwarts. Of course it was, what with all the Weasleys knowing something through the Ministry, along with Ludo Bagman and Barty Crouch having something more than the World Cup on their plates. Throw in Malfoy knowing something more and bragging about Durmstrang? It all made far too much sense now. 

“Honestly,” she huffed as their professor seemingly gave up on attempting to teach anything for the day. No one would stop their whispering long enough to absorb information. “Why they didn’t wait until later to inform us, or at the very least, plan this for the weekend, I will never know.” Slamming her book shut, she ignored the snort of laughter from Ron beside her. 

“Reckon no one will be like this in Potions. No one fancies ending up in detention tonight, do they?” he pointed out, leaning back in his chair with a sigh. “Wonder if Fred and George have figured out how to get into the tournament yet...”

Harry hummed beside her, and something akin to pride swelled in her chest. Harry’s disinterest in the tournament gave her hope. A much needed hope that for once, perhaps, he wouldn’t be the center of danger for a year. Oh, what a wonderful concept that would be. To simply watch the action from the sidelines, cheering their Hogwarts champion on with her two best friends. It would only be better if their champion happened to be Angelina Johnson. Hermione always held the girl to such a high regard. Not many knew how frequently she’d helped Hermione in her first year, not to mention, anyone who could wrangle the Weasley twins and make them behave for any amount of time deserved the utmost respect. 

“I expect any attempts they make will fall flat,” Hermione mused, shaking herself from her thoughts. Perhaps the excitement was contagious. There weren’t many occasions her mind wandered in such a way while in a classroom. “Between the ministry and Professor Dumbledore, I very much doubt that there will be any way to get around whatever they have intended.” 

Ron harrumphed, no doubt upset at the idea of not being able to enter himself. While in a selfish way, Hermione was glad he wouldn’t be able to, a small part of her ached for her friend. After so many years of Harry being in the spotlight, she could too easily see why he would want to have one shining moment. Particularly given his brothers all shone so brightly in their own ways. “Yeah well maybe they’d get disqualified for being under age even if they get picked,” he pointed out, almost sounding hopeful. 

Hermione shook her head as she began to gather her things. “The tournament doesn’t work that way. There’s a binding magic to it. Once you’ve been chosen, you are permanently bound to it until the end. In one tournament, a champion attempted to back out after being selected and--” Both boys had already tuned her out, turning in their seats on either side of her to talk to Dean and Neville. With an exasperated sigh, she exchanged the book for their current class for her Potions book, wanting a refresher before Professor Snape’s lecture.

As she expected, Potions went as normal, despite the shortened period. Hermione diligently took notes on every small detail Professor Snape gave them, knowing full well that Ron and Harry’s quills hadn’t moved so much as a centimetre since dipping them in ink. The reprieve from distracting thoughts hardly lasted long enough however as they were all excused to go prepare for the schools to arrive. With a sigh, Hermione packed up her bag, half listening as Harry and Ron discussed what methods the schools would use to arrive as they made their way to Gryffindor Tower. 

In her dorm room, Hermione went to her corner, putting her things away as the other girls began to gossip and giggle while debating which eye shadow and lip gloss to wear. For her, it was a simple matter of readjusting her uniform, and swapping shoes as the ones she’d worn all day had a few scuffs on them. 

“Can you imagine? French boys and dangerous dark arts boys,” Parvati sighed happily. “Not that Hogwarts doesn’t have plenty of cute boys, but they’ve gotten a bit boring lately.” 

Lavender agreed with a nod as she helped her friend pin a butterfly in her hair just right, after having adjusted it countless times already. “I still wish Krum hadn’t  graduated. Witch Weekly said he was as fierce in class as he was on the field. I bet he would have won the whole thing. Imagine!” 

Both girls sighed happily, positively swooning at the poster that had been haunting Hermione since the first day of school. Honestly, why the things were even allowed to be hung in their dorm rooms, she didn’t understand. Too many times she caught him watching her as she readied for the day. Of course, always after she’d dressed, and as with all magical portraits, he wasn’t always there. Yet when he was... 

Parvati turned to look at Hermione. “I can’t believe you were at the World Cup. Is he as handsome in person?” she asked, her brown eyes wide, smile hopeful. 

Shaking her head, Hermione shifted her weight awkwardly, glancing again at the poster to find him staring at her once more, as if he too, wanted an answer. Ridiculous. “Hard to tell, really. He looked so unhappy any time I looked at him. I don’t find that particularly attractive.” 

Both girls looked at her incredulously. One of their other dorm mates muttered something about fancying Ron, making Hermione frown along with Krum. Who said anything about Ron? Surely no one knew about that... even Hermione wasn’t so sure as to how she felt about him, most days. Of course she loved him deeply as a friend. He and Harry were best things to happen in her life, along with getting accepted into Hogwarts, of course. It could very well be that she simply placed the idea of a crush on Ron due to the fact that the other girls were so obsessed with the idea of crushes and dating now. Then again... those moments when he would flash her that goofy grin... Hermione shook herself from the thought, she couldn’t afford to have feelings beyond friendship for either of the boys. They were far too important to risk any drama that may occur with dating. 

After all, she’d feared that her friendship with Ron would never have healed last year had it not been for the fact that Scabbers had actually been Peter Pettigrew the entire time. The anger that he’d directed towards her had been a shot to the heart, one that twisted and severed it further each time he glared in her direction. No, Hermione was quite certain she couldn’t survive such an ordeal again should feelings get jumbled once more. 

“Honestly Hermione, I wish you’d let us do something with your hair,” Lavender huffed, eyeing her after putting the cap on her lip gloss. “A simple plait could do wonders for you. Your face isn’t half bad, you know. Not that you can tell with all of that in your face,” The girl waved at Hermione’s wild curls as Hermione grabbed her cloak. 

Scrunching her face, Hermione raised her chin half an inch, refusing to show how much her heart rate had increased. “If they’re concerned with how my hair looks, they have no place being in the Tournament, but thank you.” 

Turning on her heel, she descended the stairs, ignoring the stinging in her eyes. She tried much more than she wanted to admit to fit in with her dorm mates, yet time and time again it proved fruitless. They simply had too different an idea of what consisted as being important in life. If a boy couldn’t see her as wonderful for her brain and personality, then why on Earth would she want anything to do with them? Surely snogging wasn’t worth putting herself through the torture they did in order to look acceptable to males. Honestly, the girls were pretty enough without all of the extra things they used. It drove Hermione mad to think about. 

Wiping at her eyes and forcing a smile on her face, Hermione found her best friends in the common room, joining them to head downstairs, While her words and actions held excitement with her boys, her mind continued to be traitorous. Would Ron prefer her hair to be plaited instead of its normal wild state? Merlin, why was she obsessing over this all of a sudden? Flattening her hair hopelessly before reaching the grounds, she allowed the boys to exit before her, trying to take a moment to get her head back on proper. 

“I’m surprised the hat even fits on that mess of hair of hers anymore,” murmured a Slytherin who passed by Hermione, exiting just after Harry and Ron were out of earshot. Gritting her teeth, Hermione raised her chin once more and walked around them, attempting to catch up with her friends. At least now she could pretend the sting of her eyes was due to the crisp fall air whistling around the student body. 

Her looks shouldn’t matter. They didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that her teeth weren’t perfectly sized and straight as her parents kept promising they would help her fix, despite the fact she spent most of her years at a school where it could be fixed in moments versus years. It didn’t matter that no matter what hair products her mum bought her each year, the frizz would never grow tame. It simply didn’t matter. It couldn’t matter. 

Breathing in the cool air, Hermione linked her arms in with Harry and Ron’s as Professor McGonagall directed them where to stand among the other Gryffindors.  She had the best friends a girl could possibly ask for (if not also the most problematic ones- she wouldn’t change them for the world), and that was what mattered. Not some silly elastics or plaits or glosses. Letting go of each boy as they acknowledged her with their own versions of a smile, she grinned, trying not to laugh at each idea their house mates came up with as to how the schools would arrive. 

No, her life as a girl was certainly not perfect. Being a perfect girl hardly mattered though, when one lived such an exciting life. Being beautiful and wanted... that was very much to be worried about later in life, if ever. “Really, how has no one considered they may simply take the train and carriages here?” she quipped in at one point, but everyone seemed to think this idea too dull. Giving her head a shake, she allowed herself to indulge in the ideas everyone came up with, knowing full well none of them could be accurate. 

And she certainly didn’t allow herself to mentally gloat when Parvarti was told to take the butterfly out of her hair. Okay, perhaps she had bit her lip to hide her grin as Parvarti and Lavendar complained about the unfairness of not being able to show off how cute they could be for the foreign students. Honestly, they were all of age, while they were simple fourth years. Hermione doubted the new comers would spare anyone their age a second glance. Particularly while being focused on something as big as the Tournament. 

No matter what idea anyone had for how the schools would arrive, it couldn’t compete with reality. The gorgeous carriage Beauxbatons came in simply took Hermione’s breath away. Gripping Ron’s sleeve, she bounced on her heels, eyes widening as the headmistress appeared. While Hermione had her suspicions about Hagrid, with this woman there were few suspicions to have. She would nearly be willing to bet anything that this woman was part giant. “Ohhh I wonder if we’ll be allowed to get close to their carriage... I can only imagine the details not to mention how much magic it must take to fly so far!” 

Of course, her comment went ignored, everyone too wrapped up on the looks of the newcomers. Which yes, some of the boys were rather attractive, but why must everyone be so focused on that? There was so much to be learned from them beyond what they looked like! It was positively infuriating. Besides, all of them seemed to have thought coming north in the fall wouldn’t require more than thin silk robes. Yet, couldn’t take the blame for themselves, instead seeming to turn their noses up at her fellow students, some even glaring at them. Perhaps they too, had become too obsessed with the idea of new people to impress and date. Hermione truly hoped not. Being able to participate in such a Tournament was a once in a life time honor. One no one could claim in centuries. 

Once the rather uppity French students disappeared into the school, the true wonder and anger inducing school made their appearance. If Hermione had been excited to learn about Beauxbatons mode of transportation, it paled in comparison as her heart leapt into her throat at the Durmstrang ship. As far as she knew, the lake wasn’t attached to any other bodies of water, and thus the magic used must have been exponentially powerful, particularly given the students seemed to be manning the ship if her eyes were seeing correctly. 

Hermione hardly had time to wonder at this however, as the first student off the ship was... “VIKTOR KRUM!” “Is that Krum?” “It can’t be!” “Didn’t he finish school already?” “It is him!” Voices exploded around Hermione, making it near impossibly to even think. She’d only caught a glimpse of him before the crowd went insane, but she’d been certain too. That grumpy face and awkward posture would be recognizable near anywhere these days. Closing her eyes and inhaling slowly, she attempted to focus on her best friends, only to become more annoyed when Ron asked if she had anything he could get an autograph with. 

“Honestly this is ridiculous,” she huffed, crossing her arms but listening intently as the headmaster spoke to Professor Dumbledore, her eyes roving over to Krum who unexpectedly met her eyes too. If she didn’t know better, she would almost think he recognized her. A silly idea, considering he’d only possibly seen her for a second at the World Cup. Yet, she couldn’t help the heat rising to her cheeks as she looked to Ron. Yes, she was imagining things. Boys simply didn’t take notice to her beyond her brains, and she was rather okay with that. “Let’s get inside. You can attempt to get his autograph when he isn’t being hounded, Ron.” 

Fortunately, Harry agreed and the three trudged inside, into the Great Hall and to their table. Hermione knew it had been a mistake to sit beside Ron, yet she always found the most joy sitting beside him, particularly if she could manage to be between the two boys. As soon as Hermione began to wonder at all the different foods, and grow angry at how much extra effort the poor house elves must have put into this feast all day, Ron started in. Trying to get her to move in order to have Krum sit beside them. 

A thrill shot through her as she glared at him. He couldn’t be serious, could he? Worse, Hermione glanced at Krum, who was already taking a seat next to Malfoy (to Ron’s great annoyance), to find him glancing at her again. The moment was brief, but enough to force Hermione to pay attention to her own table and her own troubles. If she kept this up, she’d end up sounding like Parvarti and Lavendar, obsessing over a celebrity, hoping he was looking her way. 

No, instead, Hermione ignored the presence of Krum the rest of the night, instead focusing on the new foods around them, explaining the French ones to her house mates, and attempting to guess at the ones meant to honor Durmstrang. 

By the time the Goblet of Fire had been revealed and the rules surrounding the Tournament, Hermione felt as though she could breathe again. Even the never ending comments about Krum all around her had finally stopped grating on her nerves. Truly, she believed Harry would have no chance of accidentally ending up in the Tournament. Nor would any of the Weasley’s, no matter how confident Fred and George were. No, Hermione knew Dumbledore was far too wise to let a simple aging potion befuddle his spells. 

This year would be good. Of that, she was certain. 

[popculturebuffet]

Reviewcaps: Star Vs: Club Snubbed

Dance week kicks off!  I finally advance in the tomtrospective as Star makes the critical mistake of listening to ponyhead and causes a dad fight that threatens to spill into an international incident unless she and Tom can get along. Tom dosen’t know how to be nice under the cut. 

And we’re back! As I put in my latest amphibia review a combination of a busy few weeks and other things to cover has kept me from doing more reviews, and as such I left this on the backburner. But I decided that just ain’t right so this week, i’m not only bringing back the tomtrospective, but i’m doing a whole bundle of dance themed episodes because as i’ve made clear in the past, and making clear for you I love em. I never went to my own school dances and the one dance I went to for Demolay was fun enough, so that mixed with the shipping, hilariaty and usual good quality brought to these affairs made me want to do a theme week after Owl House last week, but ennui made me reconsider. So now i’m re-reconsidering. Lucky you! With that we can move on.  Unlike the last few tom reviews, this one.. takes place after about 80 pounds of plot have happened, so it’s time for a fuck ton of exposition to refresh your memories:  PREVIOUSLY ON STAR VS:

OH GOD WHY OKAY i GET IT THE GAG’S OVER... MOVING ON TO THE ACTUAL EXPOSITION. YEESH But yeah since we could largely sidestep the main story since tom came in literally before it in season 1 and it was irrelvant to him in season 2, I have a lot to cover.  Over the last two seasons, Toffee, a septarian warrior who assinated moon’s mom despite her almost brokering peace between monsters and mewman when Moon was just a teenager, plotted and schemed to destroy all magic, having star nuke the wand to spilit it in half, manupliating ludo from the inside of his half and then using his new existance as pure magic to slowly destroy it from the inside while using ludo as a puppet when necessary. Meanwhile , Star started to catch feelings for Marco just as Marco was getting somewhere with his crush Jackie Lynn Thomas, who star was being his wing man with unaware of her own feelings. This came to a head when a dance, yes another one, happened where Jackie asked Marco out on their first proper date, Star was jealous but couldn’t figure out why and this distracted her enough to let Ludo sneak in with his army of rats and then take the book.  Stars parents, in a suprising move for her mom more than her dad, accepted what happened and trusted her, though Moon started covertly working to get the book back under the nose of her allies in the magical high comission. Meanwhile Toffee revealed himself, while Star finally did realize her feelings for marco and proceded to supress them.  This all came to a head in the last two episodes of season 2: First Star had her song day, which meant having a song wirtten about her which was honest.. a bit too honest as it revealed her parents hiding the book, leading to the people being upset with our king and queen and the commission understadanbly being pissed Moon didn’t tell them sooner. Oh and the song also, without star’s consent, revealed she’s intrested in marco... right in front of Marco. And this part is actually really important to today’s episode but we’ll get to that.  Star continued to deny having feelings for Marco instead of working through them as the school year ended, while Moon and the comisson lead a raid on the monster castle, which will also be important later, TOffe was headquartered in. Things quickly went pear shaped, with Toffee easily murdering most of the comission, including moon by sucking out their life force to increase his own power, since their all made of magic, and only lekmet, the comisson’s wise sorta leader and team healer, surivived, using the last of his own life force to save moon before ending up as a pile of dust and a horn with Moon quickly escaping with the rest of her allies.. and Toffee omniously saying he was coming for Star and his finger.  Moon naturally panicked and told star they were leaving, possibly forever, for her own saftey, and Star confessed how she felt to Marco.. in front of Jackie> Which is never dealt with even when Jackie comes back. 

Also this confession isn’t dealt with until near the tail fucking end of season 3. God dammit star vs , just god damn. Anyways Moon tried to both hide star and ressurect her commrades, while a miserable Marco headed back to mewnit o find her only to get captured with river when Ludo, under toffe’s advisment, took hte castle.. and not under his advisment destroyed the book and it’s keeper and local asshat glossaryck.  Star eventually said “Fuck that” to “Hide and hope he never finds us” moon learned some lessons about racial tolerance she promptly unlearned next season, and Star dove into her wand with Ludo’s help, as Ludo had started to catch on to the frequent blackouts. Turns out that was toffe’s plan as he apparently kills star, and finished off magic and now restored, just casually walks off after easily taking out star’s allies.. including a greiving moon and marco. Also marco punches a whole in his chest. 

But STar manages to restore magic, unlock her butterfly form and reduce Toffee to a puddle of goo which Ludo finished off.. which also means moon’s attempt to dicker Eclipsa out of freedom just got undone. Yayyyy! I mean oh no.. no no I mean yay. She’s the best part of season 3.  So ALLL of that was to get to the status quo at this point: Marco goes home after a few weeks where again, the confession thing? Never brought up, while Star vows to stay to be a better princess. And yeah this does bring up one of Season 3′s biggest issues as despite Marco having dimensional scissors, the show constnatly acts like he can’t you know visit or vice versa. They just use the other dimension thing as a lazy excuse to write the earth side cast out even though....

I went with a Picard  one because why not. I get it being HARD for either ot make time for the other.. but make that a PLOT POINT instead of saying “oh you have to pick one”. Because it makes no fucking sense. Especially since star can still CALL THEM, so there’s no sense in them being absent from each other’s lives. Just schedule. Jesus. And it only gets WORSE from there.  Yeah see Season 3 is where the quality starts to get... 50/50. And unlike Amphibia where the last few weeks before marcy have been more one mediocre episode and one great episode the qulaity here is more “some great episodes, some utter abominations of episodes that destroy character or any semblance of plot” and some just okay ones too. Thankfully the first few from the season we have to cover for Tom, for the boy, are really good.. but we’ll get into the shit soon enough.. and somebody’s gotta shovel it. And so it might as well be me. But for now instead of shoveling horse crap we’re shoveling giant piles of sugar so pitter patter, let’s get at er, this is club snubbed.  It’s 2017, a winter’s ball and the butterfly family.. is actually not doing great, as most of the other kingdoms seem to view them as week for the whole rat invasion thing.. or at least the spider bites do. Yup this is where we meet the king, queen and daughter penelope. Aka two assholes who are dumb and I hate them and their precious daughter who I hope overthrows them. To thorw back to my loud house reviews, I hate them more than rusty. And look at him. LOOK AT HIM. 

The one in the center. Look at him. LOOK AT HIM.  Okay my irational hatred of the little prick, which isn’t entirely irrational aside the spider bites are rude, condescending, and really need to be overthrown so Penelope can take their throne. I just hate htem.. but unlike Rusty they don’t show up as much and that’s literally all I can say nice about htem. Penelope seems nice and I wish she got more screentime and she has an intresting romance we’ll get into in a few episodes, but  they are just.. their the kind of people you don’t want to be trapped in a room with alone for a prolonged amount of time. The kind of married couple other married couples, I conjecture i’m single and very lonely mind, are awkwardly roped into spending time with and then have to get drunk to ignore them sniping at each other or that ends in a who’s afraid of virginia wolfe situation. Thankfully their barely in this episode I just felt like getting my hate out at them since i’m probably not covering surviving the spider-bites for a while.  Anyways while they snipe at River who fires back “They were really big rats’ and I mean.. who does that.. who comes to someone elses house and tells htem they suck under their breath.. I mean rich assholes obviously, I answered my own question there but at least do it at your own house or on the carraige ride home sheesh. Your lucky river didn’t elbow drop both of you. It’s what you deserved.  Okay enough bitching about this stuff, the asshole kingdom, and penelope, along with all the other kingdoms of mewni are here for the silver bell ball, an annual tradition to reinvgorate the ties between kingdoms. It’s also how star and tom met, and that’s the topic of discussion with Star and her best friend, Pony Head... of the pony heads. Why yes a major chacter on this show is a talking horses head who acts like a mean teenage girl. And why no I have no idea where her species food goes or how she digests it, I frankly don’t want to know. Some things are better left unknown.  Anywho yeah this is my first review with ponyhead in it and she’s a divisive character to say the least. Some hate her , some love her, some REALLY hate her.. me.. I find her 50/50. Sometimes she can be really funny and entertaining and a good counterpoint to star, other time she’s obnoxious and a waste of hte wonderful Jenny Slate’s talents. This time she’s more obnoxious as this entire plot is partly her fault, btu we’ll get to that. We do get her and star scoping out the other royals, though Star’s unintresteds since she knows all of them, and Pony is only intersted because Larry kelpbotom got hot.. just like archie. And he’s got abs, just like archie. Two sentences I never would’ve said for years and years but that’s what Riverdale does to you. Back on topic the two talk Tom’s transparent absence and them having met and ponyhead having predicted drama. the two then horse around a bit before moon dickishly shushes them. Star only goes along with it because she’s trying to be a better princess, hence her staying on mewni at all now the danger’s passed, but yeah... even with moon’s backstory this moment just.. isn’t every plesant. Because while her backstory explains al ot, it dosen’t forgive how she treats star at times, as all star was doing here was being a normal teenage girl and not kicking her door down or anything. Star greets the other princes and princesses, including penelope, all of who I wish had more screentime. “Sigh” It’s then we get TOM. Horay!. And his family! Double horay, Queen Wrathmelor Lucitor and King Dave Lucitor. And yes I love how , just like the prince of the underworld is named Tom, the king, even if by marraige presumibly, is named dave. King Dave. I love it. Dave is a normal sized guy while his wife is giant.. and I can conjecture how they had tom but this isn’t hte place for that. The point is their perfectly lovely people, and I like that they zigged from where they were likelky orignally going with tom having abusive parents. INstead as far as I can figure they merley spoiled him and that combined with growing up in the unusual enviroment of the underworld and their own unresolved anger issues meaning they never thought to teach him how to deal with them properly. More on this later.  Anyways tom is here and in shades, because his parents are good people and River warmly greets the lucitors. IT’s time for the ball to get underway. 

Glad you asked. Basically each prince or princess asks each other prine or princess to dance, until everyone's dance with everyone. Simple. However suprisingly for him, Tom picks princess Jags to dance first. It’s then Pony ruins everything because she’s Ponyhead, and i’ts her special life skill. She tells Star tom’s “Club Snubbing” her... basically showing intrest in other girls to specifically act like he isn’t intrested.. which to be fair....

DOES sound like something Tom would do.. and what Pony’s doing to Larry because she’s a terrible person. It isn’t what he’s doing, we’ll get to the why at the right time, but it’s not unfair of star to suspect that. 

So Star decides to get even, pettily, by dancing with rich and talking him up and each keeps picking the other royals.. which worries dave and river because of course it does. And yeah star is being petty here... but I get it and sympahtise with it. Tom’s pulled some really manipulative shit the last few times he’s been around and she’s likely sick of it. She probably even got second hand sick of hearing what he did to marco. 

So she’s probably just fed up with his bullshit.. and she still DOES think he’s cute, as was made clear by his first proper apperance, she’s just tired of him being a jackass about perusing her when she’s no longer intrested. Which is fair. Tom is trying to be better.. but i’ts understandable why Star thinks he’s just still doing the same old shit just on a diffrent day.  So it comes down to both of htem with Moon hoping star dances with tom.. and naturally, still pissy she dances with Manfried , the butterflies butler, who’se delighted.. a bit too happy.. someone call the police.  Anyways Dave and River start to argue over whose club snubbing who.. as I said Tom has his dad, and his moms but again future episodes, anger. Dave is more controlled because he’s had more life experince but it’s clear enough stress can cause him to snap, as we see here.. he just dosen’t have his son’s demonic powers thank god.. he is clearly built under those robes though.. or at least you know skinny but a bit muscular. I mean otherwise Wrath would be a widow after tom’s conception. 

But tom just.. walks out sadly instead of reacting which further pisses star off and she follows. But this time as i’ve been making clear.. Tom has genuinely changed. He’s NOT doing some creepy scheme to manipulate her into taking him back, he learned from last time.. and from song day. See I told you it was important. He figured she was with Marco now, and isn’t mad as he puts it.. he saw it as a wake up call. She’s not into him and probably won’t be.. granted I thought he’d already learned that lesson, but i’ll let it pass. The point is he decided to give her space by not asking her and would’ve if she asked him. He was genuinely trying to be nice and respectful to her. And here’s where I can finally stop shit talking tom for the most part which thank god. I love the guy, I wouldn’t be retrospectiving him if I didn’t love this character and see him as my own surrogate fictoinal son. But I had to be honest and who Tom is at first, isn’t a good person.. but this episode and others give more weight as to the why, as well as show him genuinely TRYING. He wants to be better he just dosen’t know how... as is highlighed with star not wanting to be ignored, and Tom flipping out in a demonic rage  “I DON’T KNOW HOW TO BE NICE, AT LEAST GIVE ME CREDIT FOR TRYING”.  Which is what I put a pen in earlier with his parents; His parents are genuinely nice good people.. but the underworld is a diffrent, dangerous place with diffrent standards. So they likely didn’t realize their son had a troubling anger problem because of that, because a lot of the underworld is wild and vicious, until he started harassing star and doing something that raised a real red flag passed normal underworld standards. The two then quack quack bicker bicker in the sky, with an extra sized extra angry cloudy. CLOUDY YAY.. until a chair passes throught he window.  Our heroes run in to see the dad fight as esccalated to a wrestling match, and is about to esclate to an international incident. Star, seeing this can’t possibly end well, finally asks tom to dance which he agrees to not wanting to see a large bearded man beat up his dad. Probably how Domink Mysterio felt a few weeks ago honestly. And his entire life.  And then we get the dance.. and it’s fucking gorgeous. It’s slow and methodical, with the two at first doing this reluctnatly.. but as it goes on their walls break and the two genuinely have fun and it turns from two exes stiffly doing a dance to keep their dads from killing each other,... to somethin genuinely romantic and visually gorgeous as butterflies and flames errupt from their repsective feet before carrying them into the air and creating a beautiful tornado together. Disney really knows how to do a good dance sequence... maybe not gay representation until last week, and even then they had to be dragged into it more on that another time, but .. damn if they can’t animate pretty. It’s a genuinely beautiful sequence and easily tops the one from Blood Moon Ball.. not an easy feat mind as I say this with no bisas. I may not LIKE starco, at least not without some heavy continuity revisions.. but that dance was objectively good and so’s this one. The two land, moon rings the fucking bell to end things because again sh’es kind of a dick, and Wrathmelor causes earthquakes with her claps and reign of lava mom tearfs. Aww what a sweetheart. 

So Tom asks star for a corn shake, which she accepts, aww and Ponyhead is carried out by an entorauge. Eugh. The two laugh adorably together at her shenanigans, for some reason, to close out the episode.  Final Thoughts: Excellent even better than I remembered.. though it still has one or two problems, like what tom’s really doing being kinda obvious based on his body laungauge and middle part being mildly repeititive. But it’s all overridden by great character work, goregous animation and some neat world building as we meet the rest of mewni , most for the first time. I do genuinely wished they’d done more with them. And honestly.. tom and star are more adorable than I remembered. I think a combinaton of star’s later actions and the fact i wanted my starco dammit and figured tom wouldn’t last, I was mostly wrong as it took almost two full seasons for them to break up and we’ll get to that, so I had no real investment. I was annoyed he was seemingly just being throwni n the way as an obstacle to the main ship hwen they clearly changed their minds and he became more.. and then exactly that later because I can’t have nice things. We’ll get to that. But yeah a solid, enchanting episode and a good start to dance week. If you have a star vs episode you want me to review, just hit me up in akss or subits or comission it directly using those same options, or any other cartoon for that matter and follow me for more reviews as I cover Amphibia every week and will return to regular ducktales coverage at the end of september. Tom will return shortly. Until then stay safe, wear a mask, and later days.