#i flipped over sea urchins

[yueebby]

2 + 1 — gojo satoru

synopsis. two times megumi thinks gojo is a lost cause and one time he approves of the white haired idiot

contents. fluff, lovesick!gojo, ooc, misogyny (from the clan heads), he is so pathetic for his wife (nauseating!), slight yandere behavior, violence, in megumi’s pov, not proofread eep

notes. can you tell i've been obsessed with the apothecary diaries? >< also how long has it been since i've posted a fic? anyways... enjoy!

fushiguro megumi has always wondered how that blue eyed idiot managed to marry you. he must have resorted to underhanded tactics; or at least that's what the sea urchin suspects. though he's never voiced it, the question has bothered him since the day he first encountered the both of you.

nobara clicks her tongue. “this is borderline creepy.” her orange eyes are filled with nothing short of distaste.

“there’s more too,” megumi’s voice responded, carefully flipping the page. the delicate artifact in his hand is something that he should have not touched. perhaps he should have wrapped it with a talisman and destroyed it while he had the chance.

it was too late for that anyway, because not even a second later, gojo satoru bursts through the shoji doors of the classroom. 

with eyes blown wide as if they were caught committing a crime (they were), the first years who had pulled three seats up to a singular desk stare at him. satoru's eyes widen behind his blindfold as he catches sight of the object of their focus.

there lies in the middle of the wooden desk was the physics textbook that all first year jujutsu tech students were required to read. however, this wasn’t just any plain old textbook. it was gojo satoru’s former textbook. brimmed with doodles of their beloved [name] sensei and gojo himself when they were back in highschool.

any free space that was not filled with words were taken up by drawings of you inside of hearts and sometimes a depiction of a chibi version of the two of you.

a true testament to gojo satoru’s pining and devotion to you.

“sensei, we can explain–” yuji attempts to explain himself but gojo holds up a hand to silence the boy. 

unlike you, megumi finds it a lot more challenging to read the white haired sorcerer’s expression with the blindfold on. he wonders if his punishment will be a painful beating disguised as a sparring session (megumi will run to you, who will scare gojo into backing down). you have that effect on him.

it seems like the heavens have answered megumi’s prayers because gojo satoru doesn’t seem to harbor any anger at his shocking revelation.

“i can’t believe you guys found this old thing.” satoru dismisses his students’ personal space by leaning closely to observe the pages. the black haired boy makes a noise of disapproval, but was quickly cut off by his benefactor. “megumi, be grateful that i’m in a good mood today.” he doesn’t elaborate the ominous message, rather choosing to hum happily as he studies his own drawings.

megumi is smart enough to keep his mouth shut. 

“i never took you to be the pathetic type,” kugisaki continues to flip through the pages of the textbook. yuji nods furiously, as if to agree to her observation.

“you seriously never noticed?” megumi mutters under his breath.

gojo places a strong hand on megumi’s back, a languid smile on his face, “it was only natural, considering the lengths i had to go through to win her over.” he ignores the way megumi gasps for air.

“seriously?” itadori asks in disbelief.

“seriously.” gojo confirms wholeheartedly.

megumi shudders, recollecting memories of times before gojo tied you down for good.

2009

“sorry i’m late!” gojo bursts through the dingy apartment door with a convenience store bag in his arm. he was breathing heavily, an indication that he had run to the apartment. an uninterested seven year old megumi doesn’t bother leaving his place on the couch to greet his benefactor.

“they’re in the kitchen,” he says in his monotone voice, eyes never leaving the book that you had just gifted him.

“they?” gojo walks up to megumi to ruffle his hair aggressively. he receives a hiss in return.

“tsumiki and [name]?” the black haired kid says it like it was obvious. his sentence is accompanied with an eyeroll.

at the mention of your name, gojo immediately perks up. megumi imagines that if he were a cat, his ears would be swiveling and his nose twitching, attuned to pick up any trace of your presence. he had just learned that from the nonfiction book in his lap. 

“[name]?! here? now?” gojo’s eyebrows are raised all the way to his forehead. the white haired sorcerer immediately started fixing his uniform and hair. megumi thinks it was comical. he was a lost cause.

the snarky look on his face is quickly wiped off when he sees gojo leaning down, mouth wide open.

“oi brat, check my breath,” gojo opens his mouth wide for megumi to check. the black haired kid shrivels up into the couch the further gojo leans down. megumi considers summoning his newly discovered jujutsu technique, hoping to avoid his fate.

“—toru? what are you doing?” your voice, like a divine intervention, stops gojo from sending megumi to the depths of despair. a sigh of relief escapes his lips.

now it was his turn to watch gojo squirm. the older male’s face contorts to an awkward smile and all of a sudden gojo is reduced to nothing but a mess.

“don’t worry about it darling!” gojo slowly turns around to face you. “agh—?!”

megumi has to peek around satoru’s big frame to see what elicited such a response from the man.

he’s met with a wave of underwhelming familiarity. there you stand, clad in a frilly apron with a wooden spoon in hand, the essence of domesticity incarnate. the soft glow of the warm kitchen lights dances around you, casting a warm aura that seems to envelop the room.

“welcome home, satoru.” you give him your signature closed eye smile. “i mean, you probably don’t consider it your home but—“

you’re cut off by satoru banging his head on the nearest wall repeatedly. he’s muttering something under his breath that you don’t hear.

to his dismay, megumi's keen ears catch every syllable. satoru's voice, though hushed, carries a hint of longing, "what an angel," he whispers, his words laced with adoration. "just marry me already."

unamused, he watches while you try to desperately pry gojo from his strange outburst.

a lost cause indeed.

2009

in that very year, megumi learns that gojo’s efforts to win your affection had yielded no progress. it had become increasingly apparent that his frequent visits to megumi and tsumiki's humble home were motivated to immerse himself in the semblance of domesticity that your presence offered. megumi almost pitied the man, if it wasn’t for the fact that he knew you deserve someone more sensible.

me

[name]

[nameeeee]

i’m dying.

and it’s your fault t^t

[name] ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

excuse me?

me

i’ll have you know that i worked the hardest that i have ever worked to finish all of my paperwork so i could see you tonight… only to find out from megumi that you’re on a date?!!?

i feel like my chest is caving in. 

i’m going to throw up.

[name] ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

oh this is what you’re interrupting my date for?

me

i’m going to be sick.

please tell me, is he hotter than me? wealthier? funnier?

megumi quickly looks away from gojo’s phone screen when the white haired male slams it shut and mutters under his breath a couple of curses. he’s pretty sure half of them were death threats.  honestly, couldn't you have attracted someone with more dignity?

“change of plans,” gojo claps his hands together. “movie night’s off.”

“what?” megumi protests, confusion etched in his features.

“our beloved [name] is getting swept off of her feet. you wouldn’t want that to happen, right?” gojo continues, his tone light but his gaze sharp as it bores into megumi's soul. something unpleasant coils in the pit of his stomach.

megumi feels a chill run down his spine, his mind racing with the implications of gojo's words. if you choose to date this new guy, he realizes, you won't need him or gojo anymore. and that thought terrifies him. it pains megumi to feed into gojo's delusions.

but he can’t let this unnamed suitor steal you away.

a wolfish grin makes its way to gojo’s mouth when he realizes that he’s won.

“what's the plan?”

2016

it was only years later that megumi had seen the true monster that lurks inside of gojo satoru. 

on a hot summer evening, amidst a gathering of esteemed clan heads, he and satoru found themselves in a traditional chamber. while the finer details of the meeting escape his memory, the image of the room that altered his perception of gojo satoru is etched in his mind indefinitely. the wooden walls, adorned with subtle yet elegant designs, speak volumes about the room’s significance as a venue for the most influential members of jujutsu society.

throughout the meeting, he finds himself driving in and out of focus, content to let his mentor represent the gojo clan. however, his attention is abruptly seized by a particular remark that cuts through the haze of his thoughts.

“how’s that whore of yours, gojo?” a clan head jeered, clearly drunk on the sake that was constantly refilled by the servant on the side. his flushed complexion is scarcely discernible thanks to the dim glow emanating from the few lanterns scattered around the room. 

there was only one person he could have been referring to: you. underneath the wooden table, his fingers tightened painfully into fists. pretentious bastards, megumi thinks.

another geezer rubbed his beard thoughtfully, “she has a nice body. perfect to be a concubine, but i would marry a more submissive woman.”

megumi's gaze stealthily darts towards gojo, seated beside him.

he’s startled to find the white-haired man wears a wide grin that belies a hidden truth. unseen by the elders before them, lurking beneath gojo's outward expression, is a manic gleam in his eyes—a revelation that sends a shiver down megumi's spine.

“i’d hold my tongue if i were you.” gojo satoru’s voice was dripping with venom. he sounded downright murderous.

"i'm right, am i not? we can share her if you'd like- name the price." the drunkard continues loudly.

megumi senses an instinctive wave of primal dread washing over him, compelling him with an urgent, almost instinctual need to flee or die.

before he can move a muscle, the flames that surround the room flicker before extinguishing in succession by an unknown force. the metallic stench of blood fills the air and all he can hear is the sound of flesh mutilating and bones crushing accompanied by the painful shouts of the men that once sat in front of him. he doesn’t have to see it with his own eyes to be able to sense gojo’s strong curse residue that suffocates the room.

“stand up megumi. we’re leaving.” his voice carries a feral edge, leaving no room for objection.

on their way out of the compound, the two don’t utter a word at what had just transpired. 

megumi's gaze remains fixed on the ground beneath his feet, the images of the recent events swirling in his mind, leaving him unsettled and shaken. with each step, he grapples with the unsettling realization that beneath gojo satoru's charismatic facade lies a darker, more sinister nature.

the strongest sorcerer of today, riled up by the mere mention of your name.

megumi supposes he doesn’t feel much remorse for those clan heads anyway. he was never the type to mourn over people he didn’t know dying. especially not people who he knew would live on to do evil. it doesn’t help that they were blatantly disrespecting you. perhaps he could sympathize with the monster inside of gojo.

oblivious to the turmoil that stirs inside of megumi, gojo starts to smile.

“i know what you’re going to say,” gojo hums happily. “gojo sensei, you’re so cool! i approve of you marrying my beloved [name]! kyaa~’” he makes a pathetic attempt to imitate megumi. 

the black haired boy grunts. he was going to say something along the lines of his approval for his benefactor, but all desires of flattering the white haired sorcerer disappeared.

gojo watches the black haired boy intently before tutting.

“not that it matters.” megumi is startled to hear how his voice dropped an octave. “i was always going to marry [name] and i’ll be damned to let anyone stop me.” 

2018 – present day

after satiating his students with tales from his pining days, your husband comes home often clingier than normal (is that even possible?). the moment satoru enters your home, his arms envelop you, caging you in his hold.

you can't help but giggle as his hair brushes against the side of your neck, his embrace pulling you in close, as if he's inhaling your presence.  his muscles flex when you attempt to slip away, keeping you in his tight embrace.

“sato– what is going on?!” 

“is it a crime to show my wife some love?” he kisses your neck. when his flurry of kisses stop, he resorts to absorbing all of your features with those cerulean eyes of his.

you don’t bother pushing him away again, choosing to thread your fingers through his soft hair. even after all these years, you will never not feel the effect of satoru’s eyes on you.

“i was telling my first years about you today,” he says softly.

you smile, “is that so?”

he pushes his nose into your neck again, nodding.

“you’re so good to them,” you whisper. despite the initial shock behind satoru choosing to pursue education, you’re extremely proud of how far he’s come.

“mhm,” satoru inhales. “i’d be good to our little ones too.” one of his hands sneak to your stomach.

you delicately guide his face away from your form, your fingers tenderly urging him to meet your gaze. "is there something you want to tell me?" you inquire softly, your eyes reflecting the warmth of your affection.

satoru's smirk deepens, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "perhaps," he murmurs, his touch light as he guides you towards the bedroom. without hesitation, you yield to his lead, eager at his sudden intimate gesture.

from outside your home, three first year students stand, waiting for their sensei’s cue to enter.

“do you think he’s forgotten about us?” yuji furrows his eyebrows, hands full of grocery bags that were going to be prepared for dinner.

extra notes. had the idea of gojo and megumi crashing your date in my drafts for so long. maybe ill elaborate on it if the ppl want to see :,)

[bogleech]

Playing Super Mario Brothers Wonder and thinking about how hyperfixated I was as a kid on Mario setting creatures. I was around for Super Mario Brothers on the NES to be BRAND NEW, and then every time another Mario game came out I was excited to see what new animals and beasts were going to appear in the Mario Style. I remember flipping my lid over Super Mario World just introducing a simple sea urchin. I would sit down and draw my own "nature guides" to Mario's universe and come up with my own additions.

Why did they have to go and do this only now that I'm an old man. This would have brought me INDESCRIBABLE joy when I was 10. I mean, it does now, but it's not the same.

[yaostars]

𝖫𝖮𝖲𝖳 𝖱𝖤𝖢𝖮𝖱𝖣𝖲 ౨ৎ : vlog one

about: lost records of the past and even past friendships lie between small little films from a certain camera. 2006 was a year of laughs, smiles and even more that turned most of them over. who knew going back into the past would help cause a bit of deja vu but also some memories that shouldn't of been shown. note: this is taken during 2006 where everyone gets ptsd lolz!!! but the point of you is basically yk watching the film. reader pronouns are she/her and is a female reader!! the readers personality maybe a little different to yours (sorry) i wrote this all in one go so tell me if theres any spelling mistakes

"nobara we shouldnt be doing this..!!" the pink head nervously fidgeted infront of the tv. "its fine its not like anyone will know if we put it back in the same spot!" she claimed smiling.

opening the small box of tapes with names on the side such as 'beach day ♡' or 'vlog with toru' and other ones with colourful dried out gel pen writing. itadori grabbed one from the box with the name 'vlog one yay ★'.

a certain sea urchin haired walked in with a towel around his neck pausing seeing the familiar pinkish box gojo kept in his wardrobe. "why are you looking through that?" he walked over seeing all the little nick nacks laid out. megumi hadnt seen any of it ever since he was younger when she was around. crouching down and grabbing the tape out of itadoris hands while placing it into the dvd player.

all three of them sat in front of the tv waiting for the tape to work. little speckles were on the screen before showing gojo in the distant talking to someone. they could hear laughter and it was like deja vu all over again for a certain one.

"stop tryna flirt with n/n shes not gonna answer" a tall guy stood next to the white haired one. the camera then turned to a 180 degree angle focusing on a h/c girl with her knees tucked to her chest smiling at the guys away from them. the breeze gently waving there way through her hair with a little smile adoring her plumped lips. she looked to the camera smiling and waving. "do i need to say anything to this vlog?" she rested her head on the top of her knees staring. "just say your name, age, and whatever you want" from the camera person who was oodly familiar.

"uhm! well my name is y/n, im 15 turning 16 in a few days and well i want to help people" smiling at the camera before turning her head to the guys after hearing them quiet down. the camera turned to where she was staring seeing the albino haired man stare back at her before turning away. the other male had bursted out laughing at him before jogging to the camera. "oi geto do an intro to the camera" the camera person claimed at the male who looked confused but grabbed the camera so it was facing him.

"the names geto suguru, im 16 and i love watching gojo fail at confessing and also i really like kfc so if you have it hit me up babygirl" he chuckled before flipping the camera to the two girl showing a brown haired girl. "now you shoko" he claimed while hearing a bunch of footsteps in the background.

"shoko leri, 16 and i hate everyone here except n/n" she smirked before lighting her ciggarette while you could see y/n scrunch up her nose before turning away from the puff of smoke. "bleh" she exclaimed while resting her head on the albino who randomly sat next to her. "well satoru its time for you to do an intro to the camera" geto had placed the camera in his hands before sitting in front of all three of them.

"UHM what do i say n/n?" he turned to her who she was already looking at the camera with curiosity. "just say your name, age and idk a comment..?" she sweat-dropped at the question before grabbing a few daises from the ground making a bracelet.

"well so my name is gojo satoru and im 16 and uh and uh really hate kfc and thats directed at someone here" he looked around for an answer to pop up. it had taken him that long to think until feeling a small amount of weight on top of his head. softly tapping his white locks feeling flowers realising y/n had made a flower crown which could be seen on the camera while she had one of her own. "you like?" she rested her head back on his shoulder staring at the camera dozing off. "of course i do if its from you" he wiggled his eyebrows at her while geto was choking from laughing.

"okay thats enough of flirting on this vlog so say bye" shoko exclaimed grabbing the camera back facing it towards the two males and girl. they looked to the camera and waved.

"geto is a bum-"

the tape had finished and pop out from the dvd player. a cough rang out the dorm seeing the albino male standing there with a small smile leaning against the door frame. "we are so sorry sensei we didnt mean to go through your stuff!! we were just confused why you have a pink flowery box!!" itadori kept bowing up and down praying.

megumi looked away showing small amount of guilt but completely out of it. he missed the sound of one of the girls voice and seeing her again.

nobara just sat still staring at her sensei before getting up while grabbing the box to give back. "were sorry .. it was my idea i was just curious" she bowed while having the box in the air infront of the male.

gojo only chuckled at them before standing back while sighing. "its fine tell me when you watch the second one.. i havent had the time to watch them" he rubbed the back of his neck while keeping eyes on the sea urchin.

"who was the woman that you sat next to gojo?" itadori asked the taller one without a filter. "her name was y/n and she went here" megumi said before gojo knowing he would blurt something out.

"she was so pretty can we meet her one day" nobara and itadori asked gojo with imaginary tails like little golden retrievers. gojo smiled and turned around keeping his back away from them. "yeah i'll take you sometime soon" he walked off making the first years confused.

[fillsta]

Les Amis & Co: Beach Day Edition

Because it's summer and I had to

Enjolras:

My guy, he's so pale he needs an entire bottle of sunscreen to not get sunburnt. And he really doesn't care, everyone is after his ass holding the sunscreen, trying to 'at least cover his back because he'll be looking like a blonde strawberry by the end of the day'. Brings only a towel and his wallet or sth. Wears his swimsuit, flip flops and a t-shirt.

Combeferre

The dad of the group. Makes sure everyone has sunscreen on amd everything they need and you can hear him yelling "DON'T FORGET YOUR HATS" every hour or so. With every opportunity he gets, he's dropping random facts about the sand, the sea, the random crab grantaire just found etc etc. 80% of the time he's reading a book in his lil beach recliner chair. Brings an entire backpack filled with everything anyone could possibly need at the beach. Same kinda outfit w enj's, just with sneakers (bc he's driving everyone there) + a nice hat

Courfeyrac

He cannot put his ass down. Homeboy is always hyping someone up to play games. Beach rackets, volleyball, whatever. He and Gavroche sre having a BLAST. Nags to Combeferre about having to wear his hat the entire time. Brings a small bag w his stuff + another one filled with beach balls, rackets etc. Swimsuit + unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt and a funky bucket hat

Grantaire

Vibes around drinking beer. The type of friend to splash water on everyone while they're trying to get into the water (particularly Enjolras). Goes looking for random shit on the rocks. Brings a fanny pack for his phone and cigarettes. Towel?? Don't know her. Shows up only in a swimsuit and at some points, he takes it off for shits and giggles

Bahorel

Have you ever been to the beach near a cliff side and there's this one mf who climbs on top of the cliff to perform an epic 11 meter backflip into the water? Yeah that's Bahorel. Bitch just goes around looking for ways to possibly get hurt. He doesn't. Deffo has a paddle board. Gets a crazy ass tan. Brings only the bag for the board and puts the rest of his stuff in there. Wears one of these shitty low armpit shirts. And a 'women want me fish fear me' baseball cap

Feuilly

He be taking beach day seriously. Brings snacks for everyone, randomly pulls out a sketchbook at some point. Gets excited over cool rocks and spends more time than necessary on making a sandcastle. Cannot go into the water on his own, at least one of his friends have to be swimming as well. His back is red asf at the end of the day. Hawaiian shirt but buttoned up. Carries an extra tiny bag for his book and sketchbook.

Bossuet

Somehow, he'll find a way to get stung by a jellyfish (and grantaire will almost immediately offer to pee on him). If not, he steps on a sea urchin. Or gets his leg scratched on a rock. But still he manages to have fun. In charge of the aux chord. Is extremely annoyed by grantaire and his splashes. A standard bag, has a t-shirt on but it obviously falls into the water by accident so he has to be shirtless on the way home (Musichetta and Joly don't mind at all). Lost his hat :(

Joly

Speaking of joly, mf's crazy over sunscreen. At least 3 times a day, they apply a new coat, hydrate every 10 minutes and will not let ANYONE go into the water if they've eaten anything, not after at least 2 hours pass by. Pull up wearing a speedo, jorts and a short sleeved button up. Amd a big ass hat. Huge af beach bag.

Jehan

It's their time to shine. They spend most of the time posing for pics but at the same time they're kinda shy abt it. Went into the water like once. One of these 'beach please bags'. They're wearing a flowy summer dress and like swimming shorts and a bikini top kinda thing. Staw hat person

Marius

He's dying inside. Bro's under the umbrella, watching everything, hoping time will eventually come for them to go home. Courf tries to get him into the water and he succeeds. Unfortunately, les amis do not let him go, they force him to be a part of the summer fun and at some point, he starts enjoying himself. Gets sunburnt. Bro shows up in jorts snd a polo t-shirt and changes into his swimsuit there (also he's definitely one of those guys who keep their underwear underneath). Unironically wears a fedora hat. Carries 26383 bags + Cosette's bc he's a gentleman above everything.

Cosette

Photographer of the group. Takes pictures of everything and everyone. Also takes videos of the stupid shit grantaire does and makes sure they o over to the gc immediately. Provides everyone with data, she's the hotspot friend. Jehan is her main model. Tries getting a tan, fails. Short flower dress over her black bikini and sandals. Matching straw hats w jehan.

Eponine

Omg sis has 2 siblings to take care of. Runs after Gavroche and Azelma all the time to keep them from doing stupid shit. She and bahorel do swimming competitions. Has like a big ass water bottle (joly approved) because she always gets dehydrated. And Gab and Azelma never drink water, ever. Doesn't go for a tan, still gets a great one. Old crusty bikini and just jean shorts over it. She'd like to go topless but isn't all for it yet. Has to carry her siblings stuff as well.

Musichetta

Ok sis is a great swimmer. She's in the water 24/7 vibin, swimming, playing games. No-one can get her out of there. She doesn't really eat much but if. There's any juice, she is drinking it all up. She loves her beach juice time okay? One piece swimsuit and a see-through coverup tied around her waist. Just a small beach bag is okay for her

Gavroche

As soon as they arrive, lil bro's in the water playing already. Then he pulls out water guns and declares war on everyone. Annoying little shit, but they all love him so much. Courf keeps him occupied by playing with him all the time. No one complains. Eats all of Feuilly's snacks. Begs Eponine to let him do stupid shit with bahorel. She does NOT give in, so he just finds a small rock to jump off of into the water nearby. Creeper swimsuit.

Azelma

Quieter than her brother but she follows along. Hellps Feuilly w his castle. Keeps Marius company when she's not in the water. Cosette asked her if she wanted her pics taken and she was ECSTATIC. Flowy dress and a flower pattern one piece underneath.

Bonus Montparnasse:

Floatie guy. Bro has like an inflatable donut and once it's in the water, he's off. Falls asleep on it and someone was to swim like a mile away to bring him back. Brings very few stuff with him. Like grantaire, just a swimsuit is fine

[ruins-and-rewritez]

DAY 3: POETRY

Wylan didn't mind hosting guests at the mansion, far better then the cold interior he'd become used to growing up. Guest rooms for each of his friends, should they feel like staying past the more reasonable hours of the day, which they often did (especially when someone had to much wine *cough* Nina *cough*)

On occasion he a Jesper would host an illierate street urchin or runaway, in his father's old bedroom nonetheless, just to stick it to the pathetic bastard.

His mother Marya had her own room, on the ground-level, adjacent to the solarium, where she'd spend time reading or painting or simply sitting peacefully gazing into the distance toward the ocean.

He and Jes, had comfortable none-master-bedroom, in the upper back corner of the house, where there had been a nursey once, before he'd grown up in to a father-disappointing member of the Merch Council and a part time demo expert.

Inej had a space in one of the fewer third floor allotments, where she could escape out the window if she so desired, or stay up into the wee hours feeding any birds scavenging the neighborhood.

Kaz hardly ever spent the night anywhere that wasn't his office, signing and loging and shuffling and flipping through paper work efore catching a scant few hours before dawn. But when he did he stayed across from Inej's room. Somehow taking comfort being near even in the event she was out at sea.

Nina and Matthias stayed as close to the kitchen as possible, to curb their healty appetites as well as appeasing their night-owl tendencies. Nina was particularly fond of cooking and eating minature breakfast platters late in the night. Matthias trailing along to brew a cup of tea while she bustled around.

The pair visited often, spliting their time between Ravka and Fjerda and Ketterdam, helping Grisha and changing minds of the more obstinately small mind people.

Nina made sure to always bring back sweaters or snacks or Jesper the latest fashion from Os Alta or Wylan some obscure chemical ingredient for his experiments.

This time it was a red-purple plant only found on the Ravkan-Shu Han border. He had high expectations for the explosions properties it was known for. (Kaz had a small operation planned within the next month that Wylan was determined to make go smoothly).

Wylan headed out back toward his lab, after a suitable lunch of plums and honey-bacon sandwich with avacado.

"Du kommer til en varm region

den er myk og disig

men da vil jeg ikke lenger være meg,

men skogen. " *¹

The distress in Mathhias' voice caused Wylan to pause in confusion, he thought he'd left with Nina and Jes for lunch at the reestablished Crow Club (to bother Kaz she'd explained over breakfast).

"Uhhhh you good Mat?" *² He asked stepping sideways into the open doorway.

"Dritt. Helvete."

Matthias continued his muttering, clearly frustrated with whatever he was reading off the paper in his hand, like Wylan had never spoken, ripping his hand roughly through his blond hair.

"Mat?"

Matthias looked up sharply, startled, at the young Hendricks standing innocently in the doorway, "Wylan?"

"Yes?"

The soldier in front of him never looked more embarassed, his face pinked up to his ears and he turned to hid it. "I thought were working."

"Stopped for lunch. Something wrong?"

The Fjerdan sighed and made a look of resignation before tiredly handing the scrap of paper over to the younger man.

"I was...practicing...for Nina."

Wylan took the paper long enough to make out the discernable scribble of foreign characters before handing it back. "Sooo what is it?"

Matthias redden even more as the realisation came over him that the words were A. in a foreign language Wylan didn't know and B. that Wylan couldn't read them even if the weren't.

"Faen. Sorry I forgot."

Wylan shrugged it off, it would be worse if his friends made a deal of remembering it. Forgetting was a blessing.

"I just...I'm nervous."

"Why?"

He took a moment to collect his thoughts before answering, "In Fjerda, there's always a courtship. What I have with Nina is..unconvential. I thought I might try to give her the experience of a normal courtship." He studies the paper in his hands almost timidly, "I wrote her a poem. I thought I might read it to her over our dinner before we leave again."

Wylan smiled, "Nina will love it I'm sure. She managed to fall in love with you while you both wanted to kill each other, I'm sure a poem good or bad won't damage what the two of you have."

Matthias seemed heartened at this before his face flushed again,"do you think you might listen to me practice? Help me get rid of the nerves?"

Wylan grinned and through himself into a plump armchair across from him. "Do your worst." He sat quiet and patience as the other man pushed his way through the words like a challenging task the he was intent on getting it perfect. When he finished he looked up expectantly.

"Well considering that I have know clue what the hell you just said I think its great."

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*1: The last stanza of the poem "Assimilation" (translated into Norwegian), by Finnish author Eeva-Liisa Manner I thought it was fitting of Matthias' character

"you will come to a warm region

it is soft and hazy

but then I will no longer be me,

but the forest."

*2: I think Matthias would have eventually grown comfortable enough with the rest of the Crows to except nicknames. Matty by Nina. Mat by Inej and Wylan. Jesper still calls him Matthias. Kaz ofc calls him Helvar.

I used modern Norwegian in place of Fjerdan as it is an incomplete fictional language,

Dritt: Shit

Helvete: Damn it

Faen: Fuck

[rinwellisathing]

You're Awful, I Love You: Part 10

Enver Gortash/Trans male Tiefling Durge

Dusk painted the sky beautifully as Sentry made his way back through the lower city on his way home. He considered returning to the temple directly, after all, Gabraela and Sceleritas were likely to be beside themselves if he'd been gone as long as he guessed he had. Jackal and Orin? Probably could care less, maybe even hoped he'd stay gone. Who ever knew what Tomi was thinking, so no guessing whether she cared or not, far more concerned with her face and her victims. But one thing stropped him from going directly for the sewer entry. A man bumped carelessly past him. Rude, but easy enough to ignore...except for a fascinating stoop to his figure. There was an ever so slight curve to his spine. Elegant, beautiful, and perfect for a sculpture piece Sentry had been agonizing over for months.

He changed direction to discreetly follow the man, his pace lazy and casual, stopping to buy a copy of the Gazette from an urchin or to stoop down and pet a stray cat. But he never let the man out of his sight. Sentry followed the man at a steady pace and easily deniable distance even after the sun had fully dipped below the waters of the sea.

The path brought them outside of a large building with a gated outdoor area littered with toys. A school? Sentry thought a moment and remembered, yes, the magic school for the little ones. Before they were old enough to be apprenticed. Some acolytes had spoken about attending in the past. It occurred to him to perhaps wonder why this might be the man's destination, but he fairly easily shook off the question. It hardly mattered, there were valuable materials that needed harvesting and as they passed by a fairly hidden alcove near the school, he struck.

He hated using anything but his halberd, he truly did, but he had been traveling light and a hatchet would have to do. He'd improvised before and he would have to improvise again, it was all part of his process. Before the man could realize how thoroughly doomed he was, his head was cleaved from his shoulders and his body collapsed to the ground like a fallen tree.

Sentry was about to begin harvesting, when he noticed a small, frightened figure, staring up at him with terrified blue eyes. A young Tiefling, maybe a few years younger than he was. She was short, her face freckled, her skin a shade of greyish blue that reminded him of the sharks that swam in the harbor. Her blonde hair was tied back in a simple braid and she was dressed in the robes of a junior magic teacher. He could see her hands just losing the glow of a person about to cast and sweat beading on her forehead.

“Oh.Was this your kill? Terribly sorry, but I need these parts for a project.” Sentry gave a crooked smile to the girl. “And anyway, your methods were sloppy. You'd have got caught. So really, I did you a favor. Now run along back to your little students, sweet girl. You're not cut out for this.”

The girl's mouth opened and closed for a moment like she was about to say something and then she simply bit her lip, shook her head, and turned, barely catching her breath before running back to the school.

“Amateurs. Fucking amateurs.” Sentry murmured to himself as he expertly flipped his skinning knife and began to work through the meat, flesh, and sinew to dig out the spine. As he shook his head at the thought of these wannabe killers making a mockery of his art, his eyes fell on the rib cage just barely peeking out from one of the incisions. “Hmm...More ribs would be good, perhaps a crown for my Muse.”

A smile played across his pretty mouth as he imagined his Tyrant crowned in bones, slumped in a throne of corpses, grin slit from ear to ear, emerald eyes bereft of life but caught eternally in a devoted gaze, Sentry's own lips smeared in blood from a final cold kiss.

Sentry felt his stomach churn with arousal and he hurried worked to extricate the ribs as well, wishing in the back of his mind that he had asked Sceleritas to tag along. Extrication could be so tedious, especially when taking care to keep the parts intact. Still, it wasn't a difficult task, one Sentry had done hundreds upon hundreds of times, after all. Soon he had finished and packed up his bag.

Footfalls sounded from the direction he had come, so with his work finished, Sentry dipped into the nearby alleyway, scuttling into the sewer entrance, but watching to see who came. Another young tiefling, male, but otherwise similar in coloration to the girl. This one was dressed in Flaming Fist armor, the armor of a new initiate, but still. He was flanked by two other men, a half-orc and another Tiefling, pretty small patrol. Sentry watched them talk for a moment, expecting them to call for aid, after all, his gruesome work should have required backup, yes? Surprise and mild insult crossed his face when no backup was called, however. Instead, the three packed up the body carefully and he watched as they dumped it in the harbor. A perfect waste of good meat and blood. Damn.

He only wondered for a moment what this strange breach in protocol was for before deciding he really didn't care all that much. Better a cover up than some massive manhunt that would result in having to lay low for a while. This way he could keep hunting, collect more pieces for his Tyrant's glorious crown. So what if some fist jackboots were too lazy to do their jobs? All the better for him.

He made his way through the slimy, reeking sewer tunnels towards the old ruins that held his home. His bag rattling with each step, laden with his prize from the evening. He stopped ever so briefly to crumble some bread from his pack for the rats that scurried around the sewers. Sentry liked rats. He liked most animals, honestly. Animals didn't deny their nature, animals didn't feign civility, everything was out in the open. More than that, animals were truer companions than many people, he recalled a time when rats were his only friends. It was a favor he felt he needed to repay.

The Tiefling took only a moment to watch the rats pick up the small pieces of sustenance and begin to munch at them, a brief smile crossing his face at the sight. With that done, he continued all the way down to the temple, crossing the threshold and stopping, crossing his arms with a bemused smirk as he witnessed the argument occurring below.

“And you didn't bother to look for him!? You gave our Chosen a location, a Banite hideout, and you didn't follow him!?” The tall female Tiefling was shouting at Jackal, scythe brandished in her strong hands as she circled him, her long stark white hair flowing behind her.

“I'm not the brat's keeper, Gabraela. And it's like you said, he's our Chosen, ain't he? I did as he asked. Maybe if you didn't kill your actual kid, you wouldn't have to mother hen this one so much.” The grey haired Drow sneered, circling the Tiefling and lazily flipping his daggers in his scarred hands.

“I did as father commanded! My husband and child were the sacrifice he asked, anyone here would have done the same!” The woman snarled.

“Not so reluctantly. My wife was an easy kill. Best fun I ever had.” Jackal snorted. “You don't see anyone else being so precious about their first murder and you don't see us using the little princeling as a way to play house neither!”

“Ahem! Entertaining as your squabbling is and as wonderful as a night of bloodshed would be, children, it seems our Lord of Carnage has returned home!” Sceleritas cut in from the sidelines, announcing Sentry's return.

“Thanks, Sceleritas, always pleasant to make an entrance.” Sentry raised up his arms dramatically as he descended the steps. “I just lost track of time, yeah? Painting is such a process after all. And it's as you said before, my sculpture garden is overdue for a new piece. I could hardly pass up the one I found.” He reached into his bag and produced the bloodied, crooked spine. “It'll really make my Slayer Stalking piece more realistic I think. A true nightmare come to life.” His sharp teeth glinted in a manic grin.

“Oh, that it will, my boy. That it will.” Sceleritas beamed with pride. “And now, my sanguine scion, you really ought to get some rest! You look exhausted and you know how your art vexes you when you're overtired.” The butler chastised, wagging a claw.

“Alright, alright. But if anyone tries to kill eachother, please wake me. I'd like to watch.” Sentry smirked, yawning and stretching as he made his way to his room.

[timeforsomethrillingheroicsblog]

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🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP.

A couple minutes later Sawyer’s trying to find the place he just lost and ignore what he’s sure Jack thinks of as his calm and rational voice.

“… Sawyer.”

“Keep your hair on, I heard you,” the con man replies with a roll of his eyes.

“And?”

“Not sure what Hurley getting hisself stuck by another sea urchin has to do with me,” Sawyer drawls as he flips to the next page. Captain Holly just showed up, and that means he’s getting to the good part.

“Well, it wouldn’t if you hadn’t hoarded almost all of the alcohol our second day here,” Jack replies reasonably.

Sawyer shoots the doctor a flat look over the top of his cat-eye sunglasses.

ask game for teasing wips/upcoming projects

[ramblestimesthree]

1/28/25

I’m ready for another storm to roll me up like yarn then push me away. I’m ready for change. I want to travel, or build a new home entirely from purple Lincoln Logs and decorate it with parrot pillows and peacock sheets. Ready for leaves to fall over me to keep me warm in the winter and flowers to cushion my feet in the spring. It was a sign of change, a sign to do better, a leap in a frozen lake because even if the piranhas are out to get me maybe they’ll be frozen to. I can not wait, caution to the wind and the wind is a sign and the hyacinths and the peonies and the parrots and the peacocks. Signs pointing, pointing towards credit card debt but pointing nonetheless. I am safe in here, with my leaves, but godamn it I want to be a pretty flower smelling of daisies. Maybe I’ll write. Maybe I’ll swim in the bathtub with goggles in the dark eating my own bubbles, better than food. Join me in my feast of light in a dim room, please, if not for me than for you. I do not know you yet but I’d like to - we could be bunnies in a meadow forever. I’d like to swim again but with a gold medal on my neck to keep me grounded. I will travel with it till it is weightless , till I no longer care to distinguish it from the rest of my body - is it a symptom or is it bronze?

Turning to live with animals, enchanted with fantasy lands and creatures, blessed to escape modern pleasure, innocence never to be taken. Like a ship capsized, innocence of mine has been flipped, seized by the sea, drowned by weeds and now home to something new. Starfish? Sea urchins? Be careful, they are just living, maintaining their shallowness in my ship. O’ sweet ship, how I miss your masses and gold and wheel that would spin and spin so I could go in circles and bask in the sun while the waves took hold. The weather is changing, the boat dry and crusty in the light. Magic of reality, a fantasy lived day in and out, other worlds babysitting so the world doesn’t get set aflame. Well those were some bad babysitters. Leopard print bras and gummy sharks, ships loaded with bait to dig me deeper instead of being caught with the innocence I once held. That messy apartment lingering behind my eyes, that tiled bathroom chilling me to the bone, carving it into knives. Peeking smells; perfume, weed. The rainbow leading me back into fantasy, whispers that the apartment is someone else’s memory, not my won even if that’s all I grasp but good thing magic to make it all disappear is harnessed, not the be held but harnessed, caressed. Bad babysitters, letting the mussels bite before you did. You bit me and wouldn’t let go. Maybe thee leaves are animals, fantasy worlds have no rules. Maybe all that separates us is our perceived separation.

Symbols! Signs! They are everywhere and they haunt me. Stories haunt me but they are my mind’s secrets and not allowed to be told. What is real? What is not? It doesn’t matter and it haunts me regardless. A self-made self seems surreal, impossible, did I build myself to be this way? I think I’ve just convinced myself things are wrong because how could they be? They’re merely mild symptoms. I am successful - a student, an employee, a dog owner, an independent yet I still deeply belong here. I am a liar, I must be because that is the only way any of this could be true. What’s my struggle? What’s happening, what’s my crisis? The world is shrinking again. I am nothing, a mere body on this earth and that I shall remain. What’s wrong with me? Explain it when I ask. Why do I still crave the silver blade? Why do I plan to use it as soon as I can? What’s wrong with me, I am already perfect. Honor’s student, thesis writer, 3.7 GPA, no crisis, no suicidal ideation, just the taste for blood. Blood blood blood, gallons of the stuff, give them all that they can drink and it would never be enough. Blood! All I want. Maybe that’s perfect too, a new Jennifer in the making. Mega hot vampire cheerleader, that’s me. Something is wrong. Something deeply deeply wrong and that something is me. How? How could it be? Can’t you hear me scream? Why do I think something is so wrong when nothing is. I’m perfect. Or

[beloved-31-proverbs-women]

A love letter from the Father

My dear little darling, I love you so much. I will do the very best for you, and cause you to see the most desirable outcomes. So many good gifts are coming out at last, from the surging tides that seemed so relentless. You’ll receive and experience a deeply desired fulfillment for yourself, glittering like the rarest turquoise abalone shell.

Focus on what you hear from Me and not on what seems lacking or impossible to be. Surely, the peace of My promise will calm the tumultuous sea, as we begin to move into the quiet places of the unexplored deep. Allow your anxieties to come to a rest, as My love washes over the nervous swelling inside your chest. Know that I am on your side, right alongside you, to cause you to see only the best.

Don’t worry, My beauty. Rather, turn your worries upside down, as you choose to expect the very best outcomes. Flip your worries into gratitude prayers, instead of allowing your thoughts to be scattered everywhere. Let your thoughts be less harm and more good, as you weave your hopes into a tapestry of love. Lock away every fearful thought, doubt, and worry, as the peace of good outcomes settle you down.

The fears are not true for you. Once you resist giving fear your attention, you will see that those threats were only an illusion. Like the sharp spines that fall off a sea urchin when it dies, leaving only the ‘test’ of faith behind. Find your center place of calming, as you are absorbed in the beauty of My life-saving promise. Know that everything will turn out just as you hope. I will continue to fill all of your needs from My glorious power with even more than you know.

I will rescue you from every fear being done, and I will release you from the dark dungeon of limitations. My promise to you will have the last laugh, and you will see that I am still with you as I suddenly bring it to pass. Allow your mind to stay confident and at rest, as you surrender to the waves of My love calling you in. In this intimate retreat with Me, I will ladle you with the richest treasures of the unexplored sea.

My dear one, dive into the ocean blue, as you open yourself up to discover something extraordinary and new! Just go ahead and move ahead with what you have been given, and know that the fulfillment that you seek will soon happen. Live carefree in Me, with an attitude of enthusiasm and expectancy. You are deeply rooted to My promise, like a rainbow shimmering abalone shell that is part of the snail’s body.

Don’t hesitate or shrink back from motion, but be unwavering with your faith devotion. Just a lustrous abalone shell grows as the snail grows, the more you expand your faith with trust, the more you will increase to receive so much. Like holes in an abalone shell that are respiration openings for water to flow in, believe for wonderful things to be done, as the waves of My endless love wash over your lungs.

Stay bonded to My words with all-abandoned trust, as you look for Me to deliver a gift that you will love so much. You can count on Me to take care of all that you need, with lavish generosity that exceeds even yours!

Hold yourself in a place of expectancy and hope, like a pearl diver restraining her breath, as she dives incredibly deep to collect the rare pearls of abalone shells. Allow no worries to trouble you or cause you grief, because I am about to show up with something truly amazing. I’ll cause you to feel the fluttering joy of falling in love, as I deliver the fulfillment of something that you have wanted so much.

Sit and breathe gently to the sound of My love turning the tide, as I draw out a long awaited promise and place it right before your eyes. Rare treasures of the sea will soon come out, like the unmistakable beauty of an iridescent lavender abalone shell.

A swift breakthrough will happen, like a dolphin leaping from the surface and sending ripples of shimmering beauty in all directions. My dearest darling, I am pulling out so many long-awaited things, like the richest gifts from the sea, and the luxury of caviar dreams. It will be so much better than you are hoping for!

You’ll have what you have asked Me for, like getting blessed with cotton candy lobsters, sand dollars, and colorful sea stars. Not only that, but I’ll keep sending more, until every place that fear once resided, is transformed into the tranquil waters of peace and quiet. An abundance of beauty will be washed up from the sea, as you encounter a love experience that is truly immersive from Me. Wherever you look, there will be a sea of surprises, as the bitter winds give way to the warm comforts of silence.

Like an abalone shell that looks plain and ordinary on the outside, but is an iridescent rainbow shimmering pearl on the inside, not everything is how it seems at this time. Don’t be distracted by how things look, the fulfillment is concealed in a time that seems quite the opposite. An out of season blessing is opening up for you, like Christmas being delivered in July, as a sweet surprise of several promises coming true!

I am opening up a dream tied together with the ribbon of hope, like a luxurious shimmering abalone shell washed ashore on the Korean coast. It will show up so abrupt, as I bring out those promises that you have treasured so much. … 🙏🏼❤️

[bileexpiry]

9/29/2020 Dream Entry

- 3 angry dogs

- sea urchin

- investigators a mansion

[ironmandeficiency]

pedro boys + at the pool

pedro boys included: oberyn, javi p, frankie, max, pero, jack, javi g

word count: 789

summary: just modern au thoughts on how some of the boys would act at the pool

a/n: this is not what i thought i’d be writing rn tbh but at least it’s something. there should be more content besides this posted by the end of the week

oberyn — this cheeky bastard can hold his breath for longer than humanly normal & uses this ability to dive under & scare you from behind. is also one of the best at packing snacks and typically has a frozen cocktail or wine within reach at all times, probably munching on a handful of berries (either blackberries or green grapes usually). will be the last one in the pool long after most think it’s too cold or too late. makes the BEST pool day playlist you’ve ever heard & it keeps the vibes high the whole time. any party hosted by oberyn is guaranteed to be an absolute rager & that sentiment never disappoints.

javi p — doesn’t take his shades off for anything. usually relaxing in a donut floatie with a beer (water if you fuss at him enough) in hand, but can be convinced to get in more if the water feels nice. enjoys sunbathing like a lizard & never needs sunscreen; he just tans and looks like a god afterward. just for the sake of laughter, he will push you into the water and laugh when you sputter indignantly at him. you quickly forgive him once you see his smile, knowing that those used to be much harder to bring to the surface.

frankie — he’s also a floatie guy & will be much more relaxed with his little girl sitting on it with him. otherwise he’s sitting on the edge of the pool with his feet in the water, hyper vigilant in case she needs him. she won’t need him, simply because frankie put her in swim classes as soon as she was old enough to learn & might as well be a fish. he brings extra towels, sunscreen, drinks, popsicles, snacks, and even another pair of sandals. the delta guys laugh at his overpacking… until that uncrustable starts calling their name (cough cough BENNY cough). does enjoy a good chicken fight once he’s got a beer in him. it’s either him & benny against will & santi, or any combination of them against baby girl morales (the defeats here are extra dramatic and it makes her laugh every time).

max — he won’t swim in a public pool. period. he will refuse & fight the idea until hell freezes over. instead, he will either charm someone into letting you both use their pool, or will have a private indoor pool built exclusively for your shared use. this also eliminates the need for sunscreen or worrying about privacy. gets a hot tub built in too & it’s hard to convince him to get out of it most times. will paint the bottom of the pool black and it’s such a trip the first several times you swim in it.

pero — it takes a lot to convince him to actually swim, the spaniard much more content to lounge in the sunshine. one run-in with a sea urchin on the valencia coast made him reasonably apprehensive of swimming in large bodies of water. to him, other people’s unattended children can pose the same level of danger & annoyance as various sea creatures. will swim when it’s almost empty of people, enjoying the solitude that comes with calmer waters. he floats on his back just relaxing, but the moment you dunk him, it’s game on and he fights dirty.

jack — him at the pool can be summarized in one word: showoff. he is proud that he can still flip off the edge & will gladly brag about this feat. if there’s a diving board, even better. he is a champion at playing chicken and every non-newbie statesman agent learned the hard way at a summer retirement party for agent lager. was not allowed to be in charge of the playlist after that party because it did not go well (he played “what’s new pussycat” by tom jones on repeat for 20 minutes because of an inside joke). when he’s finally ready to relax, he chills on a massive floatie with a drink in both cup holders and a straw cowboy hat on his head (think kenny chesney vibes).

javi g — he hosts the BEST pool parties hands down. everyone in attendance is always kind because javi prioritizes everyone feeling safe while having fun & security takes their job very seriously when it comes to not tolerating bullshit. plenty of snacks and drinks (alcoholic & otherwise) are provided for everyone, and the music is the perfect mix of hype and chill to keep the vibes just right. there are fairy lights and torches scattered around, and a cabana exclusively for when you and javi sneak away from the hubbub to find some privacy. when a few stragglers wake up on his floor the morning after, he provides them with breakfast & money for a ride home like a gentleman.

[blubushie]

Stop it mate, you're embarrassing me!

But here's some more!

Once shot a razorback with a 185-grain round (I don't usually use rounds that heavy) and watched him flip head-over-heels and fall into a ditch. It was hilarious.

Have gotten high off cane toads. Do not recommend. It makes you vomit and the first time I did it I spewed so much I couldn't even properly enjoy the high. The second time was a fucking rollercoaster from start to finish. No spewing that time, though. The high doesn't last long but it's not for the faint of heart. Also: DO NOT FUCKING DO THIS IT'S VERY DANGEROUS.

Have been kicked by dead kangaroos during cadaveric spasms. Hurt like a fucking bitch. Lucky it didn't cut me. Have you seen kangaroo feet?

During pub fights: Been attacked with a knife. Had someone try to steal my wallet. Had a knife held to me neck. Have been headbutted. Once had a bloke headbutt me while I was wearing my hat and the croc teeth on my hat sliced open his forehead. Cheers, croc teeth.

Almost hanged meself when I was tied into a tree one night. Rope came loose, got wrapped around me neck, and I was dangling there 5m off the ground by my neck. I had to cut myself free and I no longer tie myself in.

Have dropped my rifle on my foot once. I'm lucky it's a bolt-action because there's a fair chance it would've blown me head off if it'd been anything else.

Was trekking through the bush, came down to a billabong for water, and came face-to-face with the biggest fucking buffalo I've ever seen. Scared me shitless.

Was groped by an ambassador monkey in San Diego. Not a bush experience, my dad just thought it was funny.

Had a koala try to climb me once. I was lucky I was wearing pants instead of shorts or I'd have scars. Have you seen koala claws?

Stepped on a sea urchin while diving at Red Rock. Have cut my foot on mussels. Have been cut by coral. Was stung by a carpet anemone in Bundaberg. Had my hand chomped by a baby blacktip shark once while fishing near Cairns. Didn't hurt.

Once lost a beautiful barramundi to a fucking crocodile up near Darwin. Cunt. That fish was over a metre.

While fishing the South Alligator River I was knocked out of my tinny by five-metre croc. Thought I was going to die. I'M STILL HERE, CUNT.

Have hit suicidal kangaroos no less than three times while driving. One was killed on impact, the other leapt off into the bush, the third was wounded with a bum leg so I put that one down and ate it.

Have eaten witchetty grubs. They're pretty good. Taste like almonds raw (wet, juicy almonds) but cooked they taste like scrambled eggs. The trick is that you hold the head in your fingers and bite the body off. Also, don't swallow the skin. Just chew until you get the good juices and guts out and then you spit the skin out.

Have had brushes with death more times than I can count. Almost died of dehydration twice (I take better care of myself now that I have Misty). Venomous snakes. Other dangerous wildlife. Cyclists. Nothing makes me more nervous than a cyclist that can't stay in the fucking bike lane.

Had a kid throw a rock at me fucking passenger window near Mt Isa and shattered it. Every now and then I still find pieces of glass. I ended up billing his tribe for it and there's a guarantee he won't do it again because his elder looked like he was going to beat that kid down to the white meat. Outback towns are dangerous, folks. (It wasn't targeted since I was walking back to Matilda when it happened, he was just being a cunt.)

Have had my tyres slashed. Had some kids take potshots at my tyres with a .22.

Once was stranded for three days in WA because I was stuck 100km from the nearest town in the fucking Nullarbor of all places and the RAC doesn't go that far. I lost the right front tyre, put on the spare, figured I'd get a new tyre when I got to Kalgoorlie. Got there, forgot about the fucking tyre, left in the morning, didn't remember until eight hours of driving later once I was in the middle of the fucking Nullarbor. Figured it could wait until I got to Cocklebiddy. Nope. Lost me LEFT front tyre on Highway 1. It took a day for some nice cockie to find me, another day to get a tyre, and then one more day to make it all the way back.

Dealing with suicidal emus deciding to run out in front of Matilda at the last fucking second.

Had my passenger mirror bashed by a bikie slamming into it helmet-first while trying to pass me up on the road once. I was driving slow because of the four cars ahead of me.

Stabbed a razorback with me knife when it charged me. I don't like pigs. The fucker RAN OFF WITH MY KNIFE STICKING OUT OF ITS NECK. I put a bullet in it and it stopped running.

Shot a cat and it was halfway down the gullet of a perentie when I got there.

FUCKING CANE TOADS.

Had to replace the antenna on Matilda when a fucking cockatoo landed on me bonnet and decided it took some offence to the presence of an antennae and snapped it off.

I've been shot in the arse. I'll speak no more on that topic.

Woke up surrounded by wallabies one morning. They're usually pretty skittish but I sit up in me swag, rub me eyes, and I'm staring down a mob of at least twenty wallabies, all eyes on me.

FUCKING CANE TOADS.

FUCKING SNAKES.

FUCKING GOANNAS.

FUCKING KANGAROOS.

FUCKING EMUS.

Love crocodiles though.

FUCKING WALLABIES.

Once shot a goat and sent it tumbling 275m down into a canyon.

Watched a rabbit try to root another rabbit after I'd shot it. I shot that one too.

I get a good vantage point sometimes depending on what I'm doing. Once watched a drunk bloke fall off a boat dock near Perth through me scope. He was fine, it was just really funny.

While working some station I saw the cockie's daughter having a root with one of the stationhands. We all had radios to keep in contact so I said over mine "I can see you" and the girl screamed. They went back to the barn after that. No business of mine, I just didn't want the bloke to catch a beating if her father found them. They're married now.

Got into some biff at a pub once because a bloke called me a poacher while I was talking to a mate about shooting dingos. Get fucked cunt, I am licenced.

That's about it but if I think of any in the future I'll add them here.

any bush stories you’d be interested in sharing?? Definitely not taking notes and using those said notes to help me better write sniper cough cough,, also genuinely interested!! Grew up in north-west wilderness and whatnot, would love to hear about what it’s like down in Australia!

I am genuinely honoured you're using me as inspiration! Here's some stories from Australia:

I've seen UFOs and other unexplainable lights multiple times.

Once when I was out in the bush I had a yahoo (basically Australian sasquatch) walk up to my camp. Scared me shitless, I screamed like a little girl, and then I threw the yam I was eating at him. He picked it up and walked off back into the bush. That happened almost three years ago and I'm not sure if my meat had gone bad and I was hallucinating but I told my Aboriginal mate about it and he just said I'm lucky the fucker didn't eat me because "They don't care for white fellas much."

Heard singing voices in an abandoned gold mine I was exploring like a dumb cunt. I ran out screaming when I heard a loud bang deeper in the mine.

Saw a bloke watching me from a window at Gwalia, which is an abandoned town with no residents (they all moved to nearby Leonora when the gold mine in Gwalia ran dry). I entered the home and no one was in there. Scared me shitless.

Once while camping near Uluru I had a young Aboriginal bloke (couldn't have been older than 16) walk up to me wearing nothing but a fucking loincloth in 4c weather. Keep in mind Uluru is fucking flat, there's no way this kid could have snuck up on me from 5 clicks away without me seeing him in the middle of the fucking night. He said he was from Anapala in South Aus (it hasn't been called Anapala since the 1970s when it was renamed Pukatja) and he had a Pitjantjatjara accent. He also had ritual scars on his arms which suggested he was a little older than he said he was. He said he hadn't eaten in a few days so I shared my rabbit with him. I let him sleep in my swag and when I woke up in the morning he was gone. No tracks, nothing. Disappeared into thin air. Absolutely convinced I met a fucking ghost.

Thought I was going to be eaten by a dropbear once. It was a flying fox. Still feel like an idiot for that one.

Found the tracks of a large cat (puma-sized, as wide as my palm) alongside a streambed in the Blue Mountains west of Sydney. They were fresh tracks since it rained a day earlier. I felt like I was being watched and got the fuck out of there.

I was chased 10km through Boulia by the Min Min Lights. I'm driving down the highway and there's these fucking lights behind me, I floor it because I think it's the cops, they keep following, Matilda's engine starts smoking so I pull over because I'm not going to blow my van's engine. Finally I pull over and the lights are just hovering about three metres off the ground, these fiery orbs. Scared me half to death and I got back in Matilda and kept driving. Eventually the lights just fizzled out and disappeared. I've only been back to Boulia once and I was on guard the entire time.

Once was surrounded by a pack of dingos (4-5 individuals) for an entire night. I had my rifle across my lap and my knife ready. Didn't get a wink of sleep. It's terrifying when you're the prey for once.

Had to bandage my arm with the rag I use for wiping down my rifle because a blackheaded python slithered into my engine in WA and snapped onto my arm when I tried lugging it out in the morning. I've since gotten a new rag for the rifle.

Woke up one morning to Misty going off like a frog in a sock. Turns out I had a bandy-bandy in me fucking swag. That was fun trying to get it out (bandy-bandys are elapids related to cobras, but their small fangs and low venom output means they're one of Australia's least deadly venomous snakes).

Stepped on an eastern brown while hunting in QLD. Leather boots saved me life. The fact I don't take Misty with me when I hunt saved hers.

Back in January I fell out of a tree while hunting, landing on my back, and pissed blood for a week. Figured I'd either be fine or lose a kidney. Honestly I've fallen out of trees more times than I can count. Eucalyptus doesn't hold weight very well.

Two years or so ago I was bitten by a metre-long saltwater crocodile while helping biologists do a survey in Kakadu. I've still got the scars on my left arm from where the cunt grabbed me. Little shit.

Got me foot stomped by a cow while helping a mate muster cattle.

Watched Polly up in Daly Waters kick a cunt once during a pub brawl that made it outside.

Had my hat chewed on by Blackface at that same pub. The hat escaped unscathed.

Once got into a tug-a-war over a pig I shot with a fucking perentie. Took me twenty minutes to trek up to where the pig was and when I got there the fucking perentie had its head buried up to its shoulders in the bloody carcass. The perentie didn't bite me but Lord knows it tried.

Burned my chest when a spent casing ejected and landed in my fucking shirt. I'm left-handed and shoot left-handed. My rifle is impossible to find with a left-handed bolt, so the casings eject across my body instead of away from me, and it landed in my shirt. I now wear undershirts when I work because that shit hurt. Thankfully it didn't leave a scar.

Nicked my wrist on the broadhead of an arrow once by accident.

Before I got my boots I had a piece of razor wire wedge itself into my shoe and slit my ankle open. It got infected, of course. Cleaned it with whisky and spent the next five minutes swearing a blue streak. It healed but I've got a scar.

Stung by a jellyfish on my hand when I was a kid. Did it again on my foot a few years ago. Luckily no scars, just felt like a massive bee sting.

Every time I hit a bump while driving I have some dust come down from the roof from a few years ago when I accidentally left a window cracked during a dust storm.

Was in WA when it snowed in 2021 during the night. Went to bed freezing and woke up to a white blanket.

Was tackled by a kangaroo while hunting once.

Got my name because I was a dumb cunt and went bushwalking and didn't bring enough water. I was dying of dehydration and living off nothing but bugs and my own piss for two days. Finally found a pond of the clearest water you'd ever see. Drank probably 3 litres, refilled my canteens. Had complete ego death and I walked out of the bush as a new person with a new name.

Once in the middle of the night up in Kakadu I was just sitting at my campfire as blokes do, it was foggy as shit, and out of the fog walks the most beautiful horse I've ever seen. This bastard was snow white with the prettiest brown eyes. He walks up to my fire, snorts, sniffs around at my tuckerbag, looks at me, and then just walks off back into the fog. Brumbies are fucking skittish so it was a magical moment.

Had a kookaburra steal a piece of jerky right out of my hand.

Dingos. So many dingos. Once shot a dingo in NSW—terrible shot on my part, I still feel terrible for it. The wind was higher than I would've liked and the bullet ended up too far back so it wasn't an immediate kill. His mates came over to check out the row and I watched through my scope as they started ripping him apart. I put another bullet in him because nothing deserves that. The second shot didn't miss.

Been in more pubfights than I can count. I don't start them.

Stepped on a kangaroo eyeball once by accident. Scrub your boots when you're done hunting because nothing will get the smell of summer-baked kangaroo brains out of your house.

Once killed two roos with one bullet.

CALIFORNIA: When I was eight years old my dad and I were hunting in NorCal and it'd rained the night before. We came across a streambed (keep in mind this was -2c weather) with footprints in it. These footprints were massive, about 40cm from heel to toe and wide as sin. They were accompanied by much smaller footprints about half that length. There's no way in hell someone with 40cm feet would be out there in -6c weather WITH A CHILD walking BAREFOOT through freezing water 8km from the nearest road between the time it rained (which would've washed away any prints) and sunrise. Dad and I found them at sunrise. Both of us are convinced we found fucking bigfoot footprints.

CALIFORNIA: Was stalked by a mountain lion for 1.5km.

[photon-bytez]

Even with how I doubt myself, along with all of the other Pokemon that I love and can’t put into a team, this is now my own personal team of 6, all based on not only my tastes, but also things like personal experience, aesthetics that I like, some special quirk to them like a certain Ability or move, that sorta jazz.

Hisuian Samurott- It was very hard for me to decide my favorite starter. Skeledirge, Venussur, Incineroar, and Swampert were all good contenders. But, at the end of the day, the spiky-shelled otter samurai managed to win out. Part of why I loved Legends: Arceus was how it went about with the new regional forms being a good majority of new Pokémon, and that rings true for the first starter-based regional forms in the series. While I considered regular Samurott to be a alright Pokemon, it doesn’t have enough of the same charm for it to be on the same rank as favorites like the aforementioned Venusaur and Skeledirge. The Hisuian variant completely flips the script on that, by turning Samurott into a much more spikier, samurai-focused, Water/Dark bruiser. The design and pattern of its shell, along with its mustache, have made this Pokemon a lot better. If we get more Legends games with regional final evos like this, I’ll be all for it.

Pincurchin- Of course, my favorite Pokémon just HAD to be here, and I’m not complaining about a single bit of it. Pincurchin is a banger in of itself. Yes, it does look weak, but this is my team, I make the rules here. If you do it right, a Pincurchin is able to be a pint-powerhouse in its own right. I’ve had this Pokémon for both my Shield and Scarlet teams, so I know what I’m talking about. Also, it’s cute as a button. Gotta give it extra “points” for that. (Yes, I couldn’t resist making a stupid sea urchin pun, I’m not sorry)

Tyrantrum- As dinosaur-crazy as I am, Tyrantrum was actually what got me into being really into T. Rex. Long before the days of the lipped, sparely feathered, chonky swimmers that we know and love, the world’s most famous dinosaur just didn’t appeal to me as much as it does today. Who would’ve thought Pokémon would come and help with that? Not only is Rock/Dragon a cool type combination, nor does it have a banger ability (Strong Jaw), I actually had a Level 100 Tyrantrum during the X and Y days. I wish I actually brought him over to future games, as he was sadly lost to history, but he basically was my main man.

Yanmega- I have to give kudos to Legends Arceus again for making me appreciate another Pokemon that I didn’t thought up at first. Not only does Yanmega tap into my liking of bugs very well (A title rivaled by Vikavolt, Lokix, and a few other Pokémon), it certainly has that kaiju feel to it. The one that I used in Legends was named Megagarius. That name alone should be pretty obvious to anyone who knows even a LICK of Godzilla.

Mimikyu- Long before Pincurchin came onto the scene, I considered Mimikyu to be my favorite Pokémon. Since I’m a sucker for some good ol’ gothic horror, how can I even say no to the little guy? Fun typing, equally fun ability, and even more delightfully creepy backstory aside, this has to be one of the cutest of all Pocket Monsters out there. I’m so happy that everyone has decided to show the little guy with love. He rightfully deserved it, dammit!

Glimmora- I am so, SO sorry to Clodsire and Revavroom, but the funny crystal flowersponge has them both beat. Not only does it have a fun and interesting type, along with a absolutely bonkers ability that makes it a threat to face as the first Pokémon, but Glimmora’s design might actually be one of the best in the franchise in a long time, even with many others rivaling it. I’m not gonna go into full detail about its inspirations here, as I’ve got a full-on post planned for it in the future, but as a quick taste for now; Think of this Pokémon (and its pre-evolution) as a three way between a nightshade flower, a hunk of copper sulfate, and a deep-sea sponge.

Given how Tumblr doesn’t let you add in more than 10 pictures for some stupid reason, I can only afford to add in 4 additional ‘Mons that got close to being in the team. While the sheer agony of 6 slots makes it hard to come up with a team that you’d be cool to spend a lifetime with, made even more harder that there are now more than 1000 of these things now, I find it interesting to stay true to yourself when making a Pokémon team. Who knows? If you’ve struggled come up with a perfect team like me, you just need to list down which interests and aesthetics suit you the best. Maybe then, you could find the team that screams “You” the most.

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Idk if you're taking writing prompts tonight, but for whenever you might maybe feel like it; 10House; hard exterior, soft interior (possibly featuring the Doctor referring to House as a sea urchin?) Doctor accusing House of actually being quite nice behind all that posturing and surface assholeness (possibly being inside the Tardis rubbed off on him)

Oh gosh, he's gonna be so ticked being called a sea urchin.

Perfect!

On with the fic!

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"You know something?" The Doctor commented, bouncing on his heels, leaning back against the railing of the console's platform. He leaned back too far and flipped, looking ridiculous as he did, but clung tightly with his legs and hands, preventing a fall.

House sighed, helping him back up. "I know many 'somethings', Doctor, you're going to have to be more specific."

The Doctor smiled at his sarcastic comment. "Did you know that you're actually quite nice, when you want to be?"

This made House look down at him, grimacing at the very prospect of being considered... nice. "I'm not nice."

"You can be." The Doctor was still smiling, having returned to his bouncing, did the man ever stay still? Even when asleep he tossed and turned and was all over his bed or hammock like the very idea of staying still for even five minutes would kill him.

"No, I cannot. I do not do nice." House rolled his eyes, walking around the console, deciding to fiddle with switches here and there, mostly to ignore the Doctor, partially to annoy the TARDIS, and also to find them somewhere to go that would keep the Doctor entertained.

But the Doctor seemed to have found his entertainment with annoying the planetoid instead. "Oh come on, you've been nice to me dozens of times. You act like you're a threat to anyone and everything, dangerous and all that, but you've been rather kind to me, even saved me a few times! That is something really nice of you to do, House."

"I doubt it. Besides, I am an all-powerful being that lived as a massive object in a bubble universe that was considered a threat to all living things, I have no need to be nice." House spat the word like it was foul.

The Doctor pouted a little, putting his hand over one of House's. "Weeellll... sure, yeah, but from what you've told me, it sounds like you were a being with a hard exterior, but I know you've also got a soft interior."

He started to walk his fingers up the other's arm. "I think it's sweet. Sort of reminds me of a sea urchine."

Sea urchine!?

Didn't that lanky, big chinned Doctor with the ridiculous outfit consider him to be something like that as well!?

The Doctor yelped when House's holographic body glitched, shocking him. He put his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them. "Rude!" He said around the digits.

House smirked and flipped a switch. "I told you," he then reached out, taking the Doctor's hand, and brought his fingers to his mouth, kissing the tips, "I'm not nice."

And then he gave him another small shock with the next kiss, just to prove his point.

[yellowsuitcase]

Detention // Draco Malfoy

A/N: This is a request for @youknowiloveyou-so I hope you like it! The prompts you choose got me super excited. The beginning is rough because we have limited knowledge of what really went on inside Hogwarts during the Deathly Hallows, but I did my best. 

Summary: During Y/n and Draco’s 7th year at Hogwarts some of the Professors aren’t very forgiving, and Y/N gets punished by one of them. Angst and fluff follow.

Warning(s): SPOILERS!!! Graphic descriptions of violence(tw: knives are used to cut character’s arms), mentions of blood, swearing

Word Count: 3.4k

Prompts: #2 #10 #19 #29 #58 #96

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This is not what Y/N imagined her final year at Hogwarts to be. To be fair, it wasn’t what anyone imagined it to be. Now with Snape as headmaster, things weren’t exactly pleasant. Not to mention the fact some of their professors had been replaced with Death Eaters. 

Y/N was lucky to even be attending Hogwarts. Her muggle-born friends had not been allowed back into the castle. But perhaps that was better for them. That way, they wouldn’t be forced to cast the unforgivable curses onto other students. 

The only thing bringing Y/N joy during these times was her boyfriend, Draco Malfoy. He was higher up on the totem pole than most students, due to his status as a Death Eater. Y/N thought at first that being his girlfriend might prevent her from being bullied by the professors. She was wrong. This seemed to make her stand out more to her professors. They loved calling on her for almost every question. They would sneer at her when they called her name, and when she didn’t know the answer to their inquiry, they would say demeaning things like, “Would you look at that, Malfoy’s toy isn’t very smart is she?” The class would then be forced to laugh at the professor’s joke. 

Somehow, Y/N had managed to make it through the first of three terms without getting in trouble. But that changed when she walked into her Muggle Studies class with Professor Alecto Carrow.

“Sit down. Hands out in front of you on top of your desk, you know the drill,” Professor Carrow said. 

Y/N dreaded Muggle Studies. The class consisted of Carrow spewing complete lies about muggles and the muggle world. Almost every lesson would begin with calling on a pureblood student and then asking them to pick a half-blood student to practice hexes and jinxes on. Y/N had avoided being chosen to do this because many of the students selected by Carrow would refuse. This resulted in them receiving detention, not to mention continuously being called on every class until they caved and did what Carrow had demanded of them.

Y/N could only imagine what was done to those students in detention. When they’d come back to class the next day, they’d have numerous cuts all over their faces. Or sometimes they’d be limping around. On a few occasions, they’d come back without a finger. Poor Madam Pomfrey could only heal so many students. 

But today, when Y/N sat down at her desk and placed her palms face down on the cold wooden desk, she knew something was up. She watched as Professor Carrow scanned each student's face before her eyes stopped on Y/N’s.

 “Ms. Y/L/N. Why don’t you do the honors of picking a half-blood? You haven’t got to choose anyone yet, and I believe it’s about time you did.”

All eyes turned to her. Y/N begrudgingly rose to her feet, but she stayed silent. 

“Pick someone before I pick for you,” Carrow commanded.

Y/N remained silent. There was no way in hell she was going to hex anyone simply for the amusement of a Death Eater.

“Pavarti Patil. Stand up.”

Y/N’s heart stopped. Parvati was one of her closest friends. They’d grown up in the same neighborhood, they used to play gobstones every Sunday. Y/N thought of Parvati as a sister. There was no way she’d ever be able to hurt her.

Y/N heard Pavarti rise from her chair. She couldn’t bring herself to even look at her friend. It would’ve made the situation that much more real. But Carrow didn’t like this. With a flick of her wand, she forced Y/N’s head to turn. Pavarti looked utterly terrified. The pit in Y/N’s stomach grew. 

Carrow smirked as she said, “Cast the stinging jinx.”

“No,” Y/n said firmly. A few gasps could be heard. Nobody had explicitly told Professor Carrow no.

“The sea urchin jinx, perhaps?”

“No.”

“I’ll suggest one more, Densaugeo.”

Densaugeo was a hex that elongated a person’s teeth. It was an awful experience for the unlucky victim, and Y/N was not about to cast it on Pavarti. So once again, she said, 

“No.”

It was like a switch flipped, and suddenly Carrow raised her wand and shouted. “Imperio!”

An eerie sense of calm overtook Y/N. Without thinking, she raised her wand towards Pavarti and said, “Densaugeo!”

Pavarti squeezed her eyes tight as the spell was cast. Then she began to shriek. Her teeth began to grow and grow. Students gasped as they watched the horrific sight in front of them. Some of the Slytherins laughed when Parvati started to cry. Her two front teeth were now past her chin. 

Y/N lowered her arm, still feeling calm. Once the laughter died down, and Pavarti was able to catch her breath and stop her tears, Y/N cast another spell; the sea urchin jinx. Little spikes began to burst out from underneath the Gryffindor’s skin, her screams once again filled the air. Spikes burst underneath her eyes, in between her fingers, and even around her neck. One wrong move and she could seriously injure herself. She stood with her arms outstretched, tears once again falling while students covered their eyes to avoid looking at her.

Y/N only watched as Pavarti cried. She felt no inclination to help her friend.

“Let’s do one more, shall we class?” Professor Carrow asked. This time, she gave her command to Y/N out loud.

“Crucio her.”

Y/N once again raised her wand. Parvati was in hysterics now, pleading for Y/N not to do it. But it was to no avail. 

“Crucio.”

Parvati’s body spasmed as jolts of agonizing pain coursed through her veins. Nobody made a peep. The only thing that could be heard was her anguished screams. The spikes on her body pierced her skin every time her body convulsed. Her blood quickly gathered into a puddle on the floor. Y/N didn’t feel anything as she watched the girl howl and writhe. She felt numb almost.

Until Carrow lifted the curse. Parvati collapsed onto the ground, her teeth, and the spikes slowly shrunk in size. Y/N stumbled backward, nearly tripping over her chair as she came to her senses. “I just cast an unforgivable curse,” she thought to herself. 

Her heart began to pound as the reality of the situation set in. She looked up at Carrow, who was smiling at her. 

“Detention, tonight at eight in my office. Don’t be late.”

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Y/N looked at the clock. It was seven forty. Twenty minutes until she was expected in Alecto Carrow’s office to receive her punishment. Her stomach churned at the thought.

She purposefully avoided Draco for the rest of that day. Whenever he saw her in the hallway, Y/N would turn the other way. She knew Draco would be able to tell something was wrong, and she didn’t think she’d be able to speak the words out loud to him when he asked.

She decided that she ought to arrive early for her detention. Maybe that way it could end sooner. She shifted her bag onto her shoulder and started the walk to Carrow’s office. As she was walking, she heard footsteps behind her. 

“Y/N, wait up,” Draco called.

“Fuck,” Y/N muttered as she came to a halt, allowing Draco to catch up to her.

“Where are you off to?” he asked.

“My dorms,” she answered curtly.

“Are you alright, darling?” Draco asked, his voice laced with concern.

“Yes, Draco.”

“No offense but that wasn’t very convincing.I know you’ve been crying. Are you okay?”

“Fuck off, Draco. Leave me alone.”

Draco looked as if he’d been slapped across the face. His eyes flashed with hurt. Y/N instantly regretted her words. 

“Shit, I’m sorry. You’re right, I’m not okay. But I can’t talk to you about it. Not right now.”

Draco pursed his lips. He nodded without saying a word, obviously still reeling from her outburst. 

Y/N took this as her cue to leave. She didn’t want to cause any more damage. “I’m sorry. I’ll see you later,” she said as she rushed off towards Carrow’s office; she only had a few minutes left to get there.

Draco stood in the hallway, watching her run away. He took note that she took a left turn instead of a right turn. Meaning she was lying about where she was going. His eyebrows knit together. What was she hiding from him?

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Inside Carrow’s office, there was only a desk and a chair. The walls were bare. Carrow paced on the other side of the desk.

“Ah, Malfoy’s toy, you’ve finally arrived.” Carrow walked over to Y/N and promptly gave her a jarring slap across the face.

“That’s for almost being late.”

Y/N kept her expression blank, not wanting to give her any sort of reaction.

“Sit. Hands on top of the desk.”

Y/N obeyed, fear started to settle in her gut. Carrow walked around the desk, running the tip of her wand up Y/N’s jawline as she circled her. She did her best not to tremble, but she couldn’t help it.

“Aww, look at you. Are you scared of me?” Carrow taunted. “You should be.”

Carrow returned to the opposite side of the desk, where she reached inside a drawer and pulled out a bottle of dark purple liquid. 

“Drink up,” she said with a smirk.

Y/N knew she didn’t have a choice. She picked up the bottle with shaky hands, pulled the cork off the top, and downed the potion. It tasted like Bertie Bott’s rotten egg flavored jelly beans. She lowered the bottle back onto the desk and wiped her mouth with her sleeve. 

Her body began to feel cold. Her skin started to turn purple. With every second that passed, she grew more and more chilly until her skin felt as though it had turned to ice. Her teeth chattered, and she began to bring her hands to her chest, but they were abruptly slapped by Carrow.

Her body was shaking uncontrollably, desperately trying to create warmth, but to no avail. Carrow observed Y/N with an evil glint in her eye.

With each minute that passed, her body grew tighter and tighter. First, she lost mobility in her toes, then her legs, then each of her fingers one by one. The panic in her chest rose as the burning cold spread throughout her body. Soon enough, she was unable to move from the neck down. Y/N felt as though she was suffocating, her chest barely rose with her shallow breaths, and her body felt like it was frozen from the inside out.

But before her head froze, Carrow dissolved the effects of the potion with a simple wave of her wand. Y/N let out a huge breath as she began to regain feeling in her body. 

“How was that? This potion was banned back in 1954, but I thought it would be nice to brew it just for you. You’re lucky I didn’t let you experience its full effect. Legend has it there are people currently buried underground, presumed to be dead. However, in reality, they’re just frozen solid, but still alive, still conscious.”

Y/N pushed the mental image of being buried alive away. Instead, she began to prepare herself since she knew this wasn’t all Carrow had planned for her. Her suspicions were confirmed when she tapped her wand to Y/N’s arms, sticking them to the desk. 

When Carrow pulled a knife from her desk drawer, Y/N really began to panic. She desperately tried to yank her arms off the desk. Carrow seemed to get a real kick from the sight of her struggle. 

Slowly and steadily, she pressed the blade of the knife into her outer forearm. Y/N felt the knife break her skin, and she could only watch as blood flowed from the fresh gash. Carrow lifted the knife and once again made another cut on her arm. She did this again and again until Y/N let a sob fall from her lips. The desk was now covered in her blood.

Carrow laughed maniacally as she flipped the knife around, the butt end of the handle facing Y/N’s arms. Without warning, she raised it up and slammed it into the first cut she’d made. Then into the second, the third, the fourth, and so on until she’d dug the handle into every wound on her arms. 

Y/N could no longer hold back any of her screams. The sensation of the heavy metal handle being driven and twisted into her cuts was more than she could take. Every time Carrow slammed it onto her forearms, white-hot flashes of pain would jolt through her body.

“What a pathetic excuse for a witch, you are. I mean, really, what does he see in you? You can’t truly mean anything to Draco. I bet he keeps you around just to play with you and use you. You’re just a toy to him. And one day, he’ll grow tired of you, won’t want to play with you anymore. Then he’ll throw you out. You’ll be nothing without him. Won’t you?”

Y/N bit her lip to stop a cry from escaping her throat. Carrow’s words cut deeper than she cared to admit. 

“How about we make sure you always know your place, hmm? Let’s give you a permanent reminder of what you are,” Carrow said as she picked up the knife once again and flipped Y/N’s right arm over so that her inner forearm was showing. She dipped the blade of the knife into a jar containing a black, jellylike substance. Then she dug the tip of the knife into Y/N’s flesh and dragged downwards. “This will be good for you. I wonder what Draco will think when he sees it.”

Y/N nearly fainted from the pain of the blade gliding through her. Her arm tensed viciously in reaction to the dark magic being embedded into her skin. At that moment, all she knew was pain. When Carrow had finished, she smiled, “Done. Take a look.”

Curiosity got the best of her, and Y/N let her eyes drift over to her arm. There on her arm, carved into her bruised skin, was the word ‘Toy.’

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Carrow asked.

All Y/N could do was cry. She cried and cried until suddenly, everything went dark.

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Y/N awoke to the sounds of someone weeping. She gradually opened her eyes. There sat Draco, his head in his hands. 

He sensed eyes on him and lifted his face. 

“You’re awake! Oh, thank Merlin,” Draco said while he wiped away his tears. 

Y/N’s first instinct was to look at her arms, they were covered in bandages. She rushed to lift the one around her right arm. She needed to see it, see if it was really there.

Sure enough, the word was still carved into her flesh. The other cuts Carrow had slashed onto her skin were nearly gone, the effects of dittany preventing them from scarring. But it seems ‘Toy’ really would be permanent. 

“What’s wrong?” Draco asked, reaching for Y/N’s arm. She pulled it to her chest, not wanting Draco to see. He looked at her with a perplexed expression and reached for her arm again.

“Don’t touch me,” She said firmly. Draco put his hands up in the air, trying to show his girlfriend that he meant no harm. But she wasn’t in her right mind. Whatever happened to her had gravely impacted her. She had never refused Draco’s touch before. He felt his anger grow, his chest began to heave the more he looked at Y/N’s trembling shoulders as she wept silent tears.

Before he could say anything more, Madam Pomfrey came to Y/N’s bedside. She looked at her pitifully and then turned to Draco. “Give her this if she’s unable to calm down. You can escort her back to her dorms now,” she said as she handed Draco a draught of the living peace potion. 

The sight of this seemed to frighten Y/N even more. “What is that? What will it do to me? Don’t make me drink it, I don’t want it!” she exclaimed, her panic-stricken eyes shifting back and forth from Draco to Madam Pomfrey.

“Ms. Y/L/N, this is the draught of the living peace potion. It’ll soothe your anxiety and put your mind at ease. It will cause you no harm, I promise.”

Y/N nodded and began to relax, but her shoulders were still rising and falling at a worryingly fast pace. 

“Let’s get you out of here. Come on,” Draco said gently, his volume barely over a whisper. Y/N complied and pulled back the covers on the medical bed. She allowed Draco to take her hand as she slid off the cot. He grasped it, softly, wanting his grip to be grounding for her but not aggressive.

He led her through the halls, shielding her from the gaze of onlooking students. All he had to do was look at them, and they’d immediately avert their eyes. 

Soon enough, they arrived at Y/N’s dorms. But to her surprise, Draco took her right past the entrance.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“My prefect room. We can talk freely there.”

And so they took a few more turns and headed up the stairs to Draco’s room. His bed was big enough for both of them to sit across from each other, legs crossed. They did so in silence for a few moments before Draco asked,

“Who did this to you?”

Y/N looked at her lap. “Professor Carrow. She gave me detention for refusing to hex Pavarti.”

Draco sighed angrily. He knew there was nothing he could do about Carrow. Quite frankly, she and the rest of the Death Eaters didn’t like him and his family. They thought the Malfoys to be cowards. Confronting Carrow would only result in more taunting of his family, and likely more detentions for Y/N.

“I’m sorry, love. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.”

“There was nothing you could’ve done. I knew what I was getting into when I refused. And it didn’t matter anyway, she imperioed me. I had no choice but to hurt Pavarti. I’m sure she hates me now,” Y/N said solemnly.

“Don’t talk that way, Parvati would have to be thick not to forgive you. You were under the imperius curse. She can’t blame you for anything you did to her while under that spell.”

“I suppose you’re right. I still feel bad about it, though. Carrow made me crucio her, Draco. And did you not see her in the hospital wing? She’s got marks all over her body. I did that to her.”

“Stop that right now, you don’t get to blame yourself for this. You said it yourself, you had no choice. You’ve got to forgive yourself, or you’ll never be able to move on.”

Y/N looked up at Draco. He was staring at her intently. He needed her to believe the words he was saying were true. 

She nodded and ran her hands through her hair. This seemed to put Draco at ease until he caught sight of her arm. He reached out his hand, silently asking her if he could see her wound. Y/N hesitated but turned her inner wrist outward so he could see. He gently held her arm in his calloused hands. A deep frown settled on his face when he read the word. “She did this because of me, didn’t she?” he asked.

Y/N only nodded, but the confirmation of his question lit a fire in Draco’s eyes. “I’ll kill her,” he said while getting to his feet. “One of these days I’ll kill her,” he was pacing now. “How dare she do this to you.” His voice was laced with venom as he spat his words.

“Draco, you know you can’t do that. And it’s not your fault. I knew what I signed up for when I asked you to be with me. It’s okay. I’m here now.”

“I know I just thought… fuck I’m so angry I —” He stopped mid-sentence and sighed. 

“Can I hold you? I need to hold you.”

Y/n smiled softly at him. She held out her arms, and Draco didn’t skip a beat before rushing into them. He lifted her up, putting his hand beneath her for support. Y/N rested her head on his shoulder, finally feeling a sense of calm. 

Draco swayed side to side, soothing the girl in his arms. “You’re safe,” he whispered into her ear before placing a tender kiss on her nape. He felt her relax in his hold. They stayed this way for quite some time, swaying. Draco made sure to remind her she was safe and gave her many kisses. He then began to hum, hoping it would lull his girlfriend to sleep. It eventually did, but just before she drifted into dreamland, Draco heard her whisper a soft “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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Part 2 of More random headcanons for the boys but this time it's all of them because,, I love them all so much😭

Once again I'd like to say that these aren't canon at all lmao(sadly🙄) and that these are mostly just my personal beliefs and stuff👍

I feel like Jake would like rodents more than cats or dogs (specifically ferrets)

Idk why ferrets he just gives me the vibes of a ferret lover🤷 he'd probably sew it a little cabbie hat and everything 😭

He'd hate the stray cats Steven let's in even more because now he has to watch out for his ferret AND Gus😭

I think he'd name it Astro (BECAUSE I MISS ASTRONAUT MARC OKAY GIVE ME HIM I NEED MY WEREWOLF FIGHTING SPACE MAN-)

Steven would totally buy the stray cats hats too so they aren't left out

Marc would buy one of those sea urchins and give it fun hats so he isn't left out too LMAO

Marc and Jake are both guys that are like "doctors are all quacks and they just want your money so no."

Meanwhile steven probably messages those online doctor websites about everything that he thinks could be a problem (haha imma give you my health paranoia Steven😚)

However they all absolutely refuse to go to a therapist after their time with "Dr. harrow"

Steven is especially against it after the way that harrow so cruelly made him acknowledge his mother's death (screw her but Steven still didn't deserve that😭)

was Jake a little extra violent towards harrow because of Marc and Steven's "therapy" sessions? Only he knows☺️,,

They have those bracelets that light up with you tap them, a light up bead for each of them🥺 how would this even work you ask since they share a body? Idk moon magic or something

They use it to show the person fronting that they are there for them or to say something (they all know Morse code👍)

SINCE THE STARWARS FRANCHISE EXISTS IN THE MCU WE KNOW DAMN WELL THAT THEY TOTALLY SAW THE UNCANNY RESEMBLANCE TO POE😌 they even made a giant bb8 plushie thing because why not

Steven "makes" Khonshu tell him about the other gods from different religions after the whole Thor existing thing happened

Khonshu was definitely secretly glad Steven asked because they gossiped about it for months

Steven absolutely LOVES missions where they get to explore/see a bunch of ancient Egyptian artifacts, he will literally rant Marc and Jake's ears off about the stuff they find

Despite getting annoyed over it Marc and Jake are grateful for it because Steven has saved their asses from a concerningly large amount of cursed artifacts

Steven has an google phone, Marc a flip phone, and Jake has an apple phone

Steven and Jake have tried to get Marc to get a different phone (while also fighting over android vs apple) but he refuses to

Marc is still friends with Layla despite everything and gets told about her missions with Taweret sometimes

They have an old record/vinyl player in their apartment and usually have softer music playing in the background,, probably jazz tbh

They all play videogames😌 it's a fun downtime and it's comforting

Steven LOVES slime rancher

Jake is partial to animal crossing or Minecraft

Marc plays the Sims and Cuphead

They also all banded together to try and do all the different endings for Detroit become human

They don't watch movies often because that IS something that they don't agree at all on💀 Marc likes classics(cheesy action movies), Steven likes newer action movies(like marvel movies essentially lmao), and Jake like cheesy horror movies (like slashers and stuff)

All three of them are stupidly touch starved and have different relationships with touch which leads to some issues especially in the headspace where they can actually touch eachother

They all want touch but they all have different boundaries, almost like on a scale between actively LOOKING/TRYING to get touch constantly and wanting touch but only at very specific times

Jake dresses like a dad. IDC that he has the cool ass jacket and the leather and everything THE MOMENT HE GETS HOME HES A DAD OKAY??

Steven obviously dressed for maximum comfort, very pintrest of him

Marc,, hm he constantly dresses like he's going to a bar tbh💀 fancy mf probably has a bunch of expensive ass brand watches🙄

Steven actually reads through most of his books often and donates the ones he doesn't after writing down anything he wants to keep specifically that's in the books

Jake and Marc regularly buy him new books if they see something they think he'll like after missions (usually in different languages so that Steven doesn't go through them so fast)

Steven knows like,, a concerningly large amount of languages because of this💀 like he could easily just learn how to read it but he makes it more challenging by learning how to speak and write them too😭

Jake and Marc obviously also know multiple languages, some overlapping like ancient Egyptian/English, but mostly completely different

The language you hear them each talk in most are jake-spanish, marc-arabic, and steven-french (y'all don't know how much I held myself back from making Marcs Italian for NO reason💀)

Steven goes to stores like hobby lobby and Michaels and buys the most random ass shit for the house because it annoys Marc/Jake but they can't say shit because Steven pulls the "but they made me think of you two🥺"

The house is littered with them and Layla and Frenchie say it looks like a 50 year old white woman's house to Marc and Jake when Steven isn't fronting LMAO

(jokes on them Steven doesn't even like them either he just wants to know how far he can go)

(ps. Too far is a "live, laugh, love" sign in Spanish, French, AND Arabic with an random ass pyramid in the background that he got custom made and sent to the house)

Steven had a whole couple of months where he went into a DEEP research of dissociative identity disorder so he could better understand what they had and anything that he could possibly help with

(he spent a,,, long time on the subject of alters going dormant, especially after remembering Marc's talk of "never seeing him again")

Jake and Marc didn't really pay attention to what Steven was researching and there was a LONG tear filled convo after they found one of his notebooks with all his notes on dormancy and what other systems experienced

Sorry to end this one on a sad-ish note 😭😭 hope y'all are having a good day/nightttt laters gators till the next timeee!✨✨