#i have to actually make thoes friends

[poppet-seed]

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SO, I've been exploring mixed media's and indulging in multiple fandoms as of recently!

I wanted to show my small art work of the super mario bros!

I'm currently experimenting to find a style I love for them both! So you'll see some inconsistencies till I nail down the way I wanna draw them!

Yes more traditional doodles, digital art is hard sometimes-

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[hollowed-theory-hall]

what's the one harry potter pairing u like that u mentioned in the tags of your hinny post?

Anonymous: Can I ask who that minor character you ship with Harry is? For some absurd reason my mind jumped to Stan Shunpike lol but it's probably not him.... Or is it?

Okay, so this is kind of a funny story. Like, my pipeline through hp pairings was a weird one. Like, I used to read a lot of Harry pairings, still do on occasion (some make more sense than others). None of them were ones I would point at and say: "that should've happened in the books"

One day, I was innocently writing a fic (canon divergence of GoF), and it was just for me, for funnsies, never posted it anywhere and not planning to. And I planned to pair Harry with someone there (honestly, I don't remember who because I didn't write the plan down) but when writing, Harry ended up with a different character. And it was so strange to me because that never happened.

Like, how do you write a ship accidentally?

But I did. I wrote Harry into a ship by accident. So I went back to the books to try and figure out why the hell would my subconscious decide that's the way to go.

I'll also preface it by all this being my subjective opinion and I do read other Harry ships in fics, this one just quickly became my favorite to write (and the only one I write). Also, I don't actually think this is a pairing that should've happened in the books, it's place is in fic and that's where I like it.

So, the character I accidentally shipped with Harry is... *drumroll*

Stan Shunpike!

Not really, it's:

Theodore Nott

Now, you might look at the name and go: "Who the fuck is that?"

And you'll be correct. Theo has 0 speaking lines in the entire book series. His name appears twice. He, himself, as a person, only appeared on page, like, 3 times in the background. The scene that gives the most information about him is other characters talking about him. He isn't even present.

That being said, I'm very good at extrapolating a lot of information from very little evidence. So allow me, to walk you through who is Theodore Nott and why I ship him with Harry.

Basic Information

So, let's start with the most basic overview before I pull out the quotes and go any deeper.

We know Theo is a Slytherin student in Harry's year. So he likely shares a dorm with Draco, Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle.

Theo's father is both at the graveyard at the end of GoF and in the Department of Mysteries at the end of OotP, so we know he is a Death Eater. We also know Thoe's father was one of the first and closest Death Eaters to Voldemort, who waited for him during his interview with Dumbledore in 1967:

“Then if I were to go to the Hog’s Head tonight, I would not find a group of them — Nott, Rosier, Mulciber, Dolohov — awaiting your return? Devoted friends indeed...”

(HBP, page 444)

We also know the Nott family is "as pure-blooded as the Malfoys" according to JKR in an interview. We also know Theo's great-grandfather (maybe? the family relation isn't clear), Cantankerus Nott, is suspected to be the one who wrote the Pure-Blood Dictionary, the book that coined the term "Sacred 28" and made that list (which the Nott family are on).

The name Nott is potentially to be derived from the name Nótt, which is the personification of the night in Norse Mythology. So it has been theorized the Nott family have a Nordic origin. Possible, but it doesn't really matter for this post.

What does, is that he comes from a dark, Death Eater, blood-purist family similar to the Malfoys. Even so, Theo never took the Dark Mark and never joined Voldemort in the books.

Now, that we have the basic information out of the way, let's look at Theodore as a person.

All the details I could gather from the books

Alright, now we get to the fun part. That is, me going through all the relevant scenes that mention Theodore Nott and actually creating a character psychoanalysis out of basically nothing.

So, the quotes aren't organized in a particular order. I'm just going to explain Theo and then explain why all this makes me ship him with Harry.

“Well, I pity Slughorn’s taste. Maybe he’s going a bit senile. Shame, my father always said he was a good wizard in his day. My father used to be a bit of a favorite of his. Slughorn probably hasn’t heard I’m on the train, or —” “I wouldn’t bank on an invitation,” said Zabini. “He asked me about Nott’s father when I first arrived. They used to be old friends, apparently, but when he heard he’d been caught at the Ministry he didn’t look happy, and Nott didn’t get an invitation, did he? I don’t think Slughorn’s interested in Death Eaters.” Malfoy looked angry, but forced out a singularly humorless laugh.

(HBP, page 150)

This is a part of the conversation between Draco, Pansy, and Blaise, Harry overhears when he is hiding in their compartment at the beginning of HBP. I have a few things to note regarding this scene.

Firstly, throughout this conversation, Pansy, Blaise, and Draco all call each other by their first name. This shows closeness, they are all friendly and familiar enough to use their first names with each other. Theo, though, is referred to as "Nott" by all three in the compartment.

He doesn't actually sit in their compartment which is in itself a sign about how he isn't really friendly with Draco's group. Considering the group is most of his year from his house, Theo is likely very lonely, and it will be apparent from other scenes I bring up later.

Secondly, Theo's father is in Azkaban. We know Draco is bothered about his own father's predicament. He mentions it to Harry and bothers him over it, Theo doesn't though. Theo doesn't seem to be bothered by Harry or his father's incarceration.

The only conclusion I can draw from this is that the relationship between Theo and his father is not a good one.

(I know some fics like to have Lucius be abusive towards Draco, for some reason. But the books really don't back this up. Lucius loves Draco and Draco adores his father)

Theo, though, Theo seems to be the one with a very strained relationship with his father. Strained enough that he isn't bothered the man is in Azkaban. What I'm saying is that Theo's father likely abuses or mistreats him in some capacity.

If anything more was needed to complete Harry’s happiness, it was Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle’s reactions. He saw them with their heads together later that afternoon in the library, together with a weedy-looking boy Hermione whispered was called Theodore Nott. They looked around at Harry as he browsed the shelves for the book he needed on Partial Vanishment, and Goyle cracked his knuckles threateningly and Malfoy whispered something undoubtedly malevolent to Crabbe. Harry knew perfectly well why they were acting like this: He had named all of their fathers as Death Eaters

(OotP, page 583)

This is a scene at the end of OotP after Draco, Crabbe, Goyle and Theo's fathers were caught at the ministry and sent to Azkaban because they are Death Eaters. There are a few important notes about this scene.

The first, Hermione knows Theo, while Harry and Ron don't really. This means she likely knows him from the classes she takes and Harry and Ron don't — Arithmancy and/or Ancient Runes.

The second, he is sitting with other Death Eater children, but I don't think it's by choice. I mentioned in the previous quote how he isn't close to Draco and his crew. He sits with them here mostly because he doesn't have another choice. Theo doesn't seem to really have any friends, so he sits with the closest people he has to friends — kids he has known since he was young because their fathers were in the same circle.

The other note about this is that Crabbe, Goyle, and Draco are all mentioned as being threatening and malicious towards Harry because they don't like that their fathers are in Azkaban. Theo, though, Theo doesn't threaten Harry, he isn't part of their whisperings. As I mentioned above, he's likely happy his father is in Azkaban.

A pair of blank, white, shining eyes were growing larger through the gloom and a moment later the dragonish face, neck, and then skeletal body of a great, black, winged horse emerged from the darkness. It looked around at the class for a few seconds, swishing its long black tail, then bowed its head and began to tear flesh from the dead cow with its pointed fangs. A great wave of relief broke over Harry. Here at last was proof that he had not imagined these creatures, that they were real: Hagrid knew about them too. He looked eagerly at Ron, but Ron was still staring around into the trees and after a few seconds he whispered, “Why doesn’t Hagrid call again?” Most of the rest of the class were wearing expressions as confused and nervously expectant as Ron’s and were still gazing everywhere but at the horse standing feet from them. There were only two other people who seemed to be able to see them: a stringy Slytherin boy standing just behind Goyle was watching the horse eating with an expression of great distaste on his face, and Neville, whose eyes were following the swishing progress of the long black tail.

(OotP, page 445)

“The only people who can see thestrals,” she said, “are people who have seen death.”

(OotP, page 446)

The stringy Slytherin boy mentioned here is Theo. This scene proves that:

He takes Care of Magical Creatures

He saw someone die

Let's explore the second one for a moment. The fact Theo can see Thestrals means he watched someone die and was old enough to comprehend what he was seeing. We also know Theo's mother is dead. So it's likely the person he watched die was his mother.

I also want to draw attention to Theo's distaste towards Thestrals. He could likely see them carrying the carriages every year since 2nd year, it's not his first time seeing them. But it doesn't stop his displeasure with their sight from showing. Which says something about him. It means he likely recalls his mother and her death whenever he looks at the Thestrals. and these are memories Theo rather not experience.

We don't know how his mother died, but I'd hazard a guess it wasn't natural. After all, wizards have long life spans, they are more durable to illness and injury, and don't usually die from accidents unless very extreme or magical. And there was no epidemic of dragonpox (a disease that does tend to kill wizards) in the time since 1980 and the books. So, she was more likely killed at some point between 1985(ish) and 1991.

“No, I don’t think so, sir. I’m Muggle-born, you see.” Harry saw Malfoy lean close to Nott and whisper something; both of them sniggered, but Slughorn showed no dismay; on the contrary, he beamed and looked from Hermione to Harry, who was sitting next to her.

(HBP, pages 185-186)

First, Theo is an O student in potions since he is in the potions NEWT class, and was probably meant to be there even if Snape was the teacher.

Second, again, Theo doesn't really have friends. He sits next to Draco as the only other Slytherin in the class. Also, they share the circumstances of being sons of Death Eaters currently in Azkaban. Although both of them seem to deal with it quite differently.

Third, Theo joins Draco in making fun of Hermione's blood status, but he does not initiate it. Considering the environment he was raised in and is in, it makes sense he would make fun of it. Whether he's a blood-purist or not, he would want to keep his image considering he doesn't have many allies. Hanging out with Draco is survival, not friendship. They aren't even on a first-name basis with each other.

“Amortentia doesn’t really create love, of course. It is impossible to manufacture or imitate love. No, this will simply cause a powerful infatuation or obsession. It is probably the most dangerous and powerful potion in this room — oh yes,” he said, nodding gravely at Malfoy and Nott, both of whom were smirking skeptically. “When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love. . . .

(HBP, page 186)

The final quote I have about Theo is from the same potions class as above. Both he and Draco are portrayed here as underestimating amortentia and its potential damage. It makes sense for their upbringing in the Wizarding World, which has no real laws or regulations regarding love potions that are seen as harmless fun more often than not.

I'll add Theo likely didn't witness a healthy romantic relationship. Considering his father is a Death Eater who is likely abusive and may or may not have killed his mother. With this as his reference to a marriage, it's clear why he'd look down on love and love potions.

Why I think Theo and Harry have potential

Okay, so now that we know who Theodore Nott is, let's talk about why I ship him with Harry.

I think Harry, in general, would get along best with a clever partner with the ability to be ruthless (Slytherins or Ron fall into this category). Because Harry isn't some golden savior; he casts unforgivables, and is very willing to poison Umbridge or Crocio Snape if he could get away with it. He needs a partner that won't be horrified by these thoughts.

Also, Theo literally never speaks on page. Even when spoken to, his reactions are silent. I think this quiet and no need to talk, the ability to be comfortable in silence, is something that would be comfortable for Harry. Harry in the books finds himself annoyed with Ron and Hermione's constant banter on occasion, so I think it fits well.

Theo would also be comfortable around Harry without a need to play a certain part. Because Harry wouldn't care about that. He would honestly rather Theo forgo the pure-blood Slytherin act.

I feel like Harry and Theo, have a good potential to understand each other. Theo lost his mother and likely experiences abuse from his father. It makes them very likely to trauma bond over their crap life and shared experience. Two out of three only ones who could see the Thestrals in the entire class.

The other thing I feel they could connect over is being lonely. Harry spent all his childhood until Hogwarts basically being on his own. Theo stayed on his own. Draco at least has his parents, he has other students he's closer to, not that he shares everything with them, but he has some support network. Theo has none. And this is something Harry knows well.

Theo, I think, wouldn't expect anything specific from Harry. He doesn't even interact with him, not to mock him, and not to idolize him, he doesn't care at all. And we know how much Harry appreciates being thought of as Harry and not as the Boy-Who-Lived. Theo would allow Harry to be himself without some mold he wants him to fit in.

The fact Theo never becomes a Death Eater, even though he was in Draco's year and his father was a Death Eater before Lucius (and in better standing than Lucius with Voldemort) is so interesting. It's somewhat surprising Theo wasn't marked. It means he didn't want to be. It means that Theo Nott didn't want to torture and kill muggleborns or blood traitors, or anyone really. And he didn't want to swear his allegiance to Voldemort. This is just a fascinating fact to me and something I enjoy considering. What life experience made him come to that conclusion? Was it just his dislike of his father that pushed him away? Could he have been another Sirius Black (Gryffindor in a Slytherin family) under slightly different circumstances? I mean, Voldemort likely wouldn't force him to become a Death Eater, but would his father? I don't know what at all went down there, but I like that potential story.

We also know he wasn't part of Umbridge's Inquisitorial Squad, even though some minor Slytherins were mentioned to be part of it. He just seems to be an actually decent guy (I don't care what Cursed Child says about him, I know he's there but I avoided almost anything to do with Cursed Child so I barely know the plot).

Finally, this is a character Harry doesn't have as much drama to get over with. Yes, sometimes I want to read overcoming drama between characters before it becomes a romance, but sometimes I want something chiller than that. And Theo is a really chill, safe, Slytherin option for Harry.

[triptychgardener]

Hello sorry if this is a bother but I am asking in good faith where is the reading for transmasc nepeta. I’m asking this cuz of your last ask (the June one) and I see aradia Dirk and Jane. Thoes all I have seen post and analysis about. But I have not really seen anything about nepeta.

Okay so first thing you gotta understand is that gender in Homestuck, for lack of a better way to say it, can be understood in how characters reflect and relate to each other. That being said to understand Nepeta's gender, we gotta understand the gender of at the very least one other person.

Dave.

And more specifically.

Davepeta, Homestuck's very own first(ish) trans character.

Davepeta is noted to be a sort of platonic ideal of existence for both Dave and Nepeta. Somehow, through a strange series of cosmic coincidences, these two end up making an odd sort of parallel. Both having a strange relationship to a man who loves him some goddamn horses. The whole Akwete Purrmusk thing. I mean, Dave canonically engaged in semi-nonironic furry roleplay with Nepeta offscreen, and given what we know about what becoming a furry in Homestuck means, it's not a leap to describe this as their ideal form.

But, although we don't see a lot of Nepeta's character arc, we do see a lot of Dave's. He struggles his whole life under an incredibly oppressive masculine force (both of Bro and, indirectly, Lord English), and once the game is over ends up deconstructing and largely rejecting that.

So when Davesprite, who's also probably been thinking about this for even longer, bereft of purpose or identity, finds a kindred soul in a spunky catgirl... well the rest is Davepeta.

And similarly, there are points in the story where Nepeta acts kind of uncomfortable with how others see her as exclusively something to be protected. The whole "Dear, sweet, precious Nepeta" grates on her early on, as Equius uses it as an excuse to control her actions. The whole of moiraillegience as it is originally explained (i.e. one party helps to calm down an especially brutal and violent person from outbursts of anger, and in turn that person will protect the more docile, even-tempered soul from external harm) even kind of FEELS like the way heterosexual relationships are portrayed in a lot of conservative spaces, where women are nuturers and caretakers while men are protectors. And Nepeta is supposed to, in this situation, be the person who helps Equius manage his emotions, which she feels some consternation at!

Now, over the course of Hivebent, their relationship appears to evolve and get a bit more balanced, but it still carries these overtones of "I will protect you, and you will handle my outbursts." Notably, when Equius goes to seek the Highb100d, and leaves Nepeta behind.

And of course not after roleplaying as each other.

Which. I mean come on.

But notably, Nepeta doesn't just stay put! She doesn't really want to be protected all the time! And when push comes to shove, she leaps out to defend, or at the very least avenge, her best friend.

And then, we don't really see Nepeta for a while!

Until we get to the end of the comic.

During their whole "date", Nepeta seems a little uncomfortable with Jasprose's affections. She may be a bit flattered, but Jasprose also fully admits later that she was frankly looking for any girl she could fall in love with after the tragic death of her girlfriend and possible more tragic untimely resurrection.

But then the pivotal handshake happens, and we get to see who is perhaps the most happy being in all of Homestuck.

Then we get into some of the only actual discussion of gender in Homestuck. We don't get much besides that, for both of their lives, Dave and Nepeta both felt something was missing. Something felt wrong that they couldn't quite place that made them both miserable. I don't think it's a massive stretch to say this could be gender dysphoria.

And when they combine, they feel the fullness of the gendered experience they were missing, melded together like a two-piece puzzle.

Now while the abovementioned "strong identities as a boy and a girl" might throw you off, I would point to what Victoria Lacroix said about this passage: note the lack of the word "respectively." I rest my case.

Now full disclosure, my personal headcanon for Nepeta is genderfluid transmasc. The whole affinity for roleplaying lends itself to a more shifting identity and I just think Nepeta, given more time, would love exploring the little nooks and crannies of gender.

This isn't going into the more complicated shit with Gender when it comes to Equius and Dirk and all that other stuff. Here's a quick summary so you can see exactly how my brain is broken.

Anyways, thanks for the question! I hope I answered my thoughts on the topic adequately! If other people have more to say about this, please feel free to add on!

[thesesolarsys]

I think our ex was trying to make us split more on purpose?

(also I did not proofread this at all because this is just me venting)

this is a Vent post tw- CSA + just general abuse

this memory had been brought up because I saw something that reminded me of this

This had happened years ago because we were dating this person at 14-16 and this person was really into being a system they knew about it and they were just really into it which should have been a massive red flag however we were a very stupid minor we didn’t know any better. We thought this person just loved us when in reality they were fetishising a disorder. We were very naive and quite innocent.

I remember when we explained our triggers and stuff to him he did seem like he was very empathetic. He didn’t seem like he was going to do anything and for the first few months it was great. I remember we were happy but I can’t remember as time went on. You were kinda do things that trigger us and then he would act like he forgot. he would send us things like fanfics of things we liked usually thoes fics would have a lot of csa in them which is a massive trigger for us as we are a victim of csa tell him to stop and he would for like a few days or a few weeks and would be right back at it. He would also kind of yell at us and just be a general dick like I can remember he would ignore us for days just to play some VR game with his friends which I guess it’s fine. You know you can play with your friends but he would do this constantly and would really give us attention until we said that we couldn’t take it and we would leave then he would give attention again.

I can also remember him forcing us to watch something with him it was some show which featured SA in it and he would also often kind of treat us like how our Mom did who is very abusive and entire childhood living hell like daily .



He would also send actual lolicon imagery, but that was towards the end of things.

I don’t even remember what made us leave. I think we just kind of realise this Man is not going to change this Man don’t love us and I’m glad we got out when we did because I don’t really know how we would be right now if we remain with him, however, we did split a lot whilst we were with him and that is probably because he would remind us of trauma and then would give us more. He would also cheat a lot which to put a lot of trust issues on us with finding relationships

I genuinely think that he was purposely trying to make us split because I cannot think of any other reason why he would do this and thinking back on it he was really obsessed if we split a new fictive which I don’t know how that was not a red flag for us? it should’ve been but I don’t think we recognised that that was bad somehow

I remember when we split a fictive due to what he was doing and said fictive is Harley Quinn which weirdly excited him because he loves DC so did we have the time but he got so so mad when Harley did not act like her source, she doesn’t like her source like he was so mad none of this was a red flag. I genuinely think we were desperate for someone to like us because we didn’t really have any friends and our home life sucked so we just wanted some thing to make it all better which he made us worse

I mean, he was a minor too at the start of our relationship, but he should’ve known better I think (for context I was 14 when we started dating he was 16 which I find weird looking back on)

he also apparently used to fake being a system which I didn’t know but I found out after dating him because when he would play VR chat he would pretend he had DID and would pretend to switch but people knew it was fake becausehe wouldn’t even pretend to dissociate he would just pretend to switch and he would pretend that he gained more alters when he didn’t go through any stress or trauma or really anything bad? He was just kind of hyper fixate on media and apparently would split a new alter we are intro heavy obviously you can split alters of any sort alter It doesn’t matter if they are introjects or not and you can split a lot, however he wouldn’t go through anything that would cause a split I only knew this after we broke up and apparently he admitted to faking but I’m not sure if that was a whole thing that actually happened, but I heard about it from one of his ex friends who is in a discord server that I’m in (could be a lie, but I wouldn’t be surprised because he became really weird with the fact that he was dating someone who is a system) a reason I think this might actually be true is because he would take over things like he had faked OCD before and I’m pretty sure he freaked bipolar as well and then he hates an eating disorder when he found out we had one and would trigger us by sending us th!nspo and b0nespo and when we try to recover for the first time he would just send it even more even when we told him to stop

-Connor (He/They)

[marie76]

Season 2 Final | A through analysis on Aziraphale's behaviour in the last 20 minutes

Hi!!! Hope you're doing great. So I finished good omens a few days ago. Wanted to talk about it somewhere so I logged back into tumbler. Please forgive my broken English.

I kept thinking about the last minutes of the s2 final. My very first reaction was wtf? I usually don't look into details on my first watch and naturally I miss some important things. That's why in my second and third and forth rewatch of some certain scences Aziraphale's expressions and words kept surprising me.

Let's have a chinwag

At first, when Metatron asks him to talk, he says "there is nothing left to be said, I've made my position quite clear" It's clear he doesn't want to deal with the highee ups But the Metatron kept insisting and offers him a coffee. Aziraphale asks if he should drink it, And the Metatron says yes. Something clicked here for me. He got the coffee from the coffee shop across the street. What's the name? Give me coffee or give me DEATH. Now I don't think Aziraphale really takes it as threat. Not at that moment. But In my opinion It's the Metatron's way of saying that you don't have a choice if you want to stay intact. Remeber what he said to Nina? He asked if people really ask for death? So thoes who go to the shop don't have a choice but to buy a drink. They dont want death obviously.

Back to the shop

Before going back we see him have a brief chat with the Metatron. He is clearly nervous. He is definitly scared. He keeps looking away and doesn't make long eye contacts with him and have fake short smiles. Then he comes to the shop and I think he becomes a bit calmer. Which is kinda cute if you think It's because Crowley is there.

He manages to keep his shit together just before him and Crowley start talking. At first I thought that he was really happy. But he was not. We know how he really looks like when he's truely happy. When he wanted to be a magician or when he was dancing in the gentelmen club or when he was talking about taking the Bently. There were real joy inside his eyes, a bit cocky even. He didn't keep his eyes off Crowley. Actually, he didn't have any problem eating him out with his eyes in public. While talking about the Metatron's offer, he smiles but thoes are not smiles of joy. He keeps eye contact but there are times that he still looks away.

From now on some speculations are mixed with the analysis. You can call them delulu as well cause I'm delusional.

The Offer and The Good News

Well I think that Aziraphale takes the possibility of the Metatron listening to their converisation into consideration. That would explain why he was harsh on Crowely that much. He can't seriously think that Crowley would go to heaven without absolute urgency, hell, HE HIMSELF didn't want to go back to heaven.

As soon as Crowely's name comes out of the Metatron's mouth he tensed a bit.

The Metatron say you can make your friend an angle again. We know Aziraphale doesn't want to change Crowley. He loves him the way he is. He never tried to change him (atleast not that I remember) they talked and drinked together without trying to change eachother FOR 6000 YEARS.

(That can be the case but I also think It's possible that Aziraphale thought if they are both angles then no one would bother them like they did in the past-This part was said by a friend so Credit to my lovely Dora)

but he can't explain things to Crowely then and there because the Metatron might be listening.

Confession | The Beginning of the End

Crowley starts confessing. That's when Aziraphale starts losing his cool again. He looks the other way which I assume is the window but I may be wrong. He also look away from Crowley a few times.

When Crowley says "Just the two of us" (45:05) for a really really short time his right lower eyelid goes up a little. Perhaps I'm reading too much into it but I think he's like "are we really doing this NOW?" Which is kinda funny lol. As Crowely was saying "heaven and hell are toxic" he shakes his head nervouslly multiple times. As if he wants him to stop saying thoes. Why? The fucking Metatron

"Come with me"

Well this part is really interesting because I see it in everyday life pretty often specially during the argument. When, you ask? Well, in the middle of an argument, when things get heated, some people tend to get closer to the other person,Talking closely to another with a lowered voice with words coming out calmly is usually used to convince the other, as if to believe that if articulate calmly, the other will undrestand your point better. I think that's what Aziraphale was doing there.

When Crowley wants to leave he begs him to go with him because Aziraphale needs him, because he's scared.

" I don't think you undrestand what I'm offering you" means "You dont undrestand what I'm trying to say in codes to you" "I undrestand it a whole lot better than you" "Then there is nothing left to say" That's where Aziraphale gave up.

There is anger, desperation and sadness on his face but there is nothing else he can do.

The Kiss

"You idiot, we, could've been us" as soon as Crowely said that Aziraphale looks away and when Crowely pulls him to a desperate kiss we can see he was about cry.

This part is my favorite. He is obv shocked, but after a few seconds he closes his eyes, his hands move up to hold Crowely for a very short while but then he removes them. After the kiss is broken he still looks like he want to cry.

"I forgive you"

I legit thought he was going to say I love you, his lips movement and the sound that came out sounded like "I l..." I think a "get out" would've hurt less💀✨. It can mean I forgive you for leaving me or I forgive you for confessing now, I forgive you for npt choosing heaven (remember, the Metatron is listening) or It's his way of saying I love you because we know forgivness is Aziraphale's favorite thing (delulu)

The Aftermath

After Crowley left the shop his eyes are full of tears, he touches his lips like a little virgin receiving his first kiss but It's a painful one.

The Metatron comes back to the shop. During their short convo Aziraphale looks away multiple times, again, and where does he look at? The window, probably to see if Crowley is still out there. The Metatron asked if he's ready to go and ✨Aziraphale still tries to stay✨"But.... My bookshop" "I entrusted it to Muriel" "but..." "Anything you need to take with you?"

Oh the Metatron is not letting him stay.

That's for sure.

"We call it the Second Coming"

Lmao there is a big "fuck" written all over Aziraphale's face. He shortly looks at Crowely before going to the elevator.

So now he has a heaven to fix and a Second Coming to stop.

The Smile

Well I have to say that smile is creepy one💀 his lips moves up and down many times as if he can't control his feelings. If you look at his shoulders you can see he is breathing rapidly. I see sadness, anger, confusion, pain and "what the fuck am i supposed to do" on his face but at the end I also see determination. The determination of a man who is so done lol.

Why Aziraphale wants to make things right? Because he knows if this system stays, the earth, Crowely and himself will always be in danger ans It's only a matter of times either heaven or hell mess things up on earth. They can run away all they want but heaven and hell won't leave them alone forever. Crowley would probably say it doesn't matter, we will run again which is a cute plan but not permenantly functional.

I didn't check the theories myself but my friend shared some of them with me. I hate the coffee theory andI don't think Aziraphale is thirsty for heaven's love like an abused child. Like I said he seemed pretty determinded about staying, he didn't want to go, even when he got to elevator he didn't want to, his heart was somewhere else but he needed to stand up and do something before thoes angles mess things up.

Well, that was my analysis + delulu's. Hope you all enjoyed it. Please share your theories and thoughts cause I love reading theories.

[multiversxwhore]

Cult

Pairing: Oli Sykes x black!oc

Word count: 1k

a/n: so, I went to see fall out boy, two weeks ago. Bring Me The Horizon was one of the openers, Oli fucking melted my brain, so here we are three weeks later. This whole idea wouldn’t get out of my mind until I wrote this, i wasn’t gonna do it at first rpf is difficult to write, but @windhamsrotunda encouraged me lol I’m not sure if I’m gonna write more on Oli but I hope y’all like it.

Morticia sat at the front desk watching customers walk in and out, some walked up to her to check in a room. She held her breath on the attitude she felt on the inside, the only reason she took a side job is so she could afford tickets to see Bring Me The Horizon with her best friend Peach. She did fully plan on quitting after the concert, granted she barely knew the band before two years ago; after spending a year and a half intensely researching, she practically felt like a band member herself. The pipe line from Fall Out Boy to Bring Me the Horizon isn’t all that far in between, so here she is sitting at her dumb ass hotel lobby till clock out time at 4:30pm. Just enough time for her to drive home, and get ready for the show that night. After a while of no customers, she began to scroll through her phone, Morticia pressed play on her music and let Oli Sykes voice fill her ears. Before she knew it, she’s full on head bang mode, and singing gods know how loud. “We’re just a room full of strangers, looking for something to save usssss….dying to live, living to die.” She sang in a somewhat hushed voice, one had over her heart, and her face scrunched up into a passionate expression; anyone passing back would assume she was disgusted by something. Either way Morticia didn’t give a shit, in her mind she’s on her way to see her future husband, and she’s quitting her job in a week. Nothing could ruin her mood.

A hand from the opposite side of the desk grabbed her by the wrist, and causing her to nearly jumped out of her skin. That was nothing compared to her reaction upon seeing the person attached to that very hand. Oli Sykes, standing in all his creature like glory. One red contact lense in his right eye, and a sliver linked choker around his neck. Despite it being almost 80 degrees outside he still felt the need to wear a beany, Morticia’s hand began to shake as her eyelids widened.

“Ohhh this is embarrassing.” Morticia breathed, Oli, who’s still holding onto her hand, smiles warmly. His eyes taking her in, he thought she had a natural kind of beauty, which drew him in more.

“By all means love continue, up until this point I’ve been fighting imposter syndrome, but I think this just boosted my ego.” His accent wanted to make her melt, it’s not quite as heavy as she’s heard in previous interviews, but the twang is still there. It’s so hard for her to believe that thoes screaming vocals comes from this deep, yet soft voice she’s hearing now. She noticed the rest of the band wasn’t with him, so they must have checked in before her shift started.

“I’m so sorry let me collect myself, I promise I’m way more cool than this.” Which is a lie on her part, but she took a second to gather herself. Oli waited patiently.

“How can I help you?” Her mood more uplifted than earlier, she’s not sure how long she could keep this up, he’s just staring right into her soul. His gaze pinned her to her spot, her feet planted in the carpet beneath her, she refused to move until this interaction is over.

“I don’t suppose have wifi here? Our phone service is shit right now, is it possible you could help me out?” He leaned against the counter, his eyes darted over to the sign that clearly said not to lean on the desk, and then back to Morticia. When she didn’t make a remark about it, Oli leaned further on his elbows, if she took a step closer she could lean over and kiss him right on the lips. ‘Fucking breath bitch…it’s just Oli Sykes’ she interanally freaked out.

“Um, yes actually…I can actually show you better than I can tell you.” She spoke nonchalantly, aloof of how Oli smirked at her as she pulled out her phone from her pocket. Her heart stopped as she looked at the self made wallpaper on her Lock Screen hoping he didn’t see it too.

“Oh is that right?” He said playfully, his fingers drummed on the desk, slowly Morticia’s head lifted. She met his gaze, it wasn’t until then did she realize what he was hinting at, she let out an embarrassed giggle.

“No I meant—

“Mmhm right, sure.” He teased, then he caught the image of her wallpaper before she clicked onto the settings.

“Please I’m really trying to hold myself together.” She pleaded half heartedly, her bottom lip poked out as a pouty expression settled onto her face. An unrecognizable feeling stired within him, he really hasn’t bothered paying much attention to girls lately. Not really. But this one, isn’t so easy for him to over look. Though her makeup is simple: eyeliner, lipgloss, her face somewhat sparkled when the sunlight hit certain parts of her face. But aside from her being pretty, her aura is mixed between bubbly, and bratty. She had seemed to be trapped in her own world before now, if he’s being honest she looked even more gorgeous in that moment.

“And just like that you’d be connected.” She finished up her explanation by showing him the screen, and clicking the ‘connect’ botton on the hotel’s website. ‘What did she just say? Ugh I’m such a fucking donut, I should get her number.’ Oli thought to himself, when Morticia looked up to see how he had frozen, the far away look in his eyes, a dead ringer that he hadn’t heard, not one thing she said.

“Do you need me to explain that again?” She asked politely, the corners of her lips turning upward into a small smile.

“Say…where did you get that wallpaper from?” He asked, the innocent question made her face heat up, she internally cursed, ‘why did he have to ask?’ He stared back at her waiting for a response, his eyes dropped to her mouth, he watched the way she chewed on her bottom lip.

“Actually I made it myself.” Her voice shrank, she made a weird face as her fingers fiddled with her popsocet on the back of her phone. ‘Gah, she’s so adorable,’ Oli gushed to himself. She opened her gallery, he happened to see how many selfies she had of herself before she clicked on the picture that she had on her Lock Screen. She slid the phone to him across the desk, he smiled warmly to himself as he took in the beautiful edit before him. She swiped her finger across the screen to show him she had made an edit for the whole band.

“It’s not just ones of you, I made the whole band…it–it’s just your my favorite because of your vocals are cool.” She whispered the last part, peaking at him from underneath her lashes, her heart thudded so hard that she’s convinced he can hear it. The smile grew wider across his face upon heading her confession, he swiped across the screen again, but this time it was a video. Without thinking he pressed play, and when she heard the sound of a bass riff she wanted to die.

“Shit this you?” He didn’t recognize the riff, her vocals sounded too clear to be natural, but he knew this was raw video footage.

“Oh my gosh this is not happening right now? I sound like trash and Oli Sykes is watching it.” Morticia quietly panicked, her eyes widening as she watched him watch her video of her singing.

“No you sound wonderful, truly.” He spoke honestly, Tokio bit her bottom lip, her eyes darted to the computer checking the time, she had a few minutes till it was time for her to clock out for the day. A few people had gathered behind Oli waiting to be serviced, and she thank god they were older people. None of them would have recognized him.

“Well thank you, I think that’s the greatest compliment I’ve received all year.” She jokes, he slid the phone back to her, but not before exchanging their phone numbers while she was distracted. He made a mental note to text her after the show. His eyes lingered on her for a few moments longer, not being able to get over how beautiful she is. Her skin dark brown, with chocolate colored eyes, and plump lips. Her nostril, sceprum, and medusa is pierced. Some tattoos peeked out at him from underneath her uniform shirt, she didn’t seem to be heavily inked anyway.

Oli inhaled deeply, unintentionally picking up her scent, she smelled like fruits, and vanilla. “Thanks for the help…uhh I didn’t get your name?” He could hear the people behind him begin to fuss, but he didn’t care.

“Morticia.” She smiled, the simple expression lifting, and lighting up her whole face.

“Huh, that’s a unique name…it’s pretty, I’ll be seeing ya Tish.” Oli threw her a playful grin, all Morticia could do is grin back, her mind blank. He disappeared around the corner that lead to the elevators, “what a fucking day this has been.” She huffed air through her cheeks, and by the time she got done with the last three customers it was time for her to clock out.

[yanderepuck]

Kat! Hi! This is me pretending I'm not in class because I cannot be bothered with ethical dilemmas 💫today 💫

So I'm going to talk about random ikevamp stuff because I want today to at least let me have some serotonin!

I know you love Will and Charles and dislike Arthur...

But I'm wondering...other then continuously stating my love and devotion for my (and Scummy, Jekyll, and Katelyn's) Arthur...

Have I ever mentioned who's the vampire that I wouldn't exactly get along with much? 🤔 I wouldn't say hate just not mix well...

It's actually a tie between two...

I don't hate them! I just don't think I'd hangout with them much due to some personal icks of mine...

I'd still be thankful to have them in my life and treat them like family as I would all the vampires but I feel like if someone unintentionally made me sad it would be them...

And thoes two are Theo and Jean...yes odd pair but still XD

I HATE ADMITTING IT BUT ME AND ARTHUR WOULD GET ALONG SOOOOOO WELL. LIKE I HATE HOW BUDDY BUDDY WE WOULD ACTUALLY BE.

As much as a simp for Theo, I'm honestly not sure if I'd really get along with him either. Man is really just a hot beef cake to me and I want him in my bed.

But I do agree with the Theo and Jean. I wouldn't vibe with Jean at all. He's probably irritated me more than anything. I honestly would probably dislike so many of the residents in actuality.

Is Mozart and Napoleon aren't a bitch to me immediately we'd get along. Vincent is waaay too positive it's almost toxic, he'd make me want to throw up

But in actuality I would be besties with Arthur and Dazai, and probably slowly become friends with Theo by going to the bar

ALSO I LOVE YOU AND HOPE YOU ARE DOING WELL ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[thesweetrash]

beauty can be a curse

l am a 17 year old girl and i just got my life ruined by some girl that i dont even know who she is first of all let me say how it begin it all started when i was 7 year old girls would always bully me and pull my hair and sometimes beat me up by some girls that were older than me i came form islamic family and arab family i looked Different from anyone else i had a dirty blonde hair had a hazel large big eyes they alway bully me for my eyes they told me i look like a freak and they took too much space on my eyes they also called me alien they spread Rumours adout me that i dyed my hair even tho i was only 7 year old they also spread Rumours about me they told everyone that i have a lice in my hair so everyone stayed away from me and nobody likes me or hang out with me and i have no friends even by teachers. some teacher i was very Surprised by it bc i thought she likes me and bc we have the same last name it turned out that she gave an f and i am supposed to be graduted this year actually bc of all what happend to me i cloudn.t be like the other girls i became very shy and i would never say anything i barely say anything at all and l am only comfortable to my family only not to my dad tho and now i am in high school theres many girls that i don.t know hates me for no reason they give me the most disgusting look i have ever seen they did a group of whatsup of who hates me and they told mean stuff they even said a lot of Rumours about me i only have 1 frined that is a true frined i had another 1 too but her frineds spread us away and one of the stupidest Rumours that i ever heard of me some girl stalked me till i went to my brother car and she knew the car that i went on that morning was my father car and she went crazy and told everyone else that i am whore can you even believe it and i know you probably don.t believe me but girls sometimes can get crazy god only knows why but back to who ended up having my life ruined one of the girls in my school that i have no idea who she is got my mother number and i have no idea how maybe she took by our school and she photoshop my face to a girl that had onlyfans it is Clearly not me bc i am not rich enough to have that big ass bed and no one believes me please somebody please tell what do i do i am so scared and i am having a panic attack i don.t do thoes stuff in fact i am a very Religious girl i would never do that how do i convice them please i just wanna to graduated and became artist and maybe make my ow book please somebody tell me what should i do i can not have my life ruined for that

[welcome-to-roomba-fazbender]

Can we meet your Friends? Or your family? (If you have them)

"Oh! Why sure I can talk about my friends and family ain't used to important questions like this."

((this will be a long post)) click the read more

"On the family side no actual people."

"But I do consider Toof the *walrus* to be my child! Granted I guess you can say all the walrus my family. I love thoes bastards, I used to consider Richard my daughter but... well after she passed away and came back to life, she's both literarily and figuratively DEAD to me."

"As for my friends? well I got at least 6 of them, I could call close friends! and I have many more but these are the ones I'd say I'm closest with and have the most history."

"Let's see there's Moth Man, though we only get to hang out a few times per year. Like mentioned in the past I paid for his top surgery so I do care for that funky moth quite a bit."

"There's Doom Slayer which is quite the fella! Usually when we hang out together I join him during one of his hunts killing demons, we play poker at least once per year. And there's also fun fishing trips where he puts a hook into my back and uses me like bait. We don't talk much but let me tell you great guy, always calls me a freak and abomination he's got a fun way of showing love like constantly trying to rip and tear me in half!"

"And of course I have plenty of fellow phone headed friends but let's start with one that's related thanks to my business!"

"Gemni The Phone Guy, ((owned by @gemnis-trash-fazbenders / @sorrowful--owl ))"

"Gemni has been pretty busy for quite awhile, so haven't had much time to actually spend with him, he opened his own Fazbender restaurant in 2020 and is housed in Australia.

He's the one who supplies me with kangaroo tails, he's an absolute goober always making necklaces out of bones which he calls *clicky clacks* due to the sound they make.

He's a sweet guy though has his own dark past, pretty sure he was one of the workers working in Abel's location... Before uh the incident yeah his mind is all scrambled poor fella I feel bad for him, he's not really able to feel much in terms of emotion but he seems genuinely happy and I hope to spend more time with him in the future!"

"Speaking of Gemni that brings me to my next friend who you all should know very well the one and only..."

"Robert The Cannibalistic Phone Guy, ((owned by @not-robert / @clownsuu ))"

"I met him back in December of 2019 it's around the time Gemni first started getting his restaurant getting set up and started sending me shipments of kangaroo tails, it was nearing Christmas so I wanted a big shipment and when it arrived the only thing in the box was a big buff cannibalistic zombie man who was drunk."

"Let me tell you he was confused as hell also very angry when he woke up, strangled me till my head popped off! Yeah Robert's a real fella just seeing me for the first time confused the hell out of him, though I don't know everything about his origins he's been around a VERY long time."

"Of course after he found out he couldn't kill me that just made him even more pissed and we had a little bit of a fight, eventually managed to calm him down and explained who I was. And ever since that day we've been buds!"

"I feed him all the meat products he could ever need and he dosen't kill my customers and also I can make him do whatever I want, like dressing up in costumes or promoting the restaurant hell it's because of him I have a karaoke bar!"

He also gave me the idea for the bowling alley, he might be an asshole but he's fun to have around. Plus if he wanted to leave he always could but he sticks around because I know he likes me to. That or I'm so cursed it just keeps drawing his attention and he can't help but see what I do next."

"Ah, and of course we have... ugh he's gonna freak out once he sees this post... the little nightmare child known only as..."

"Chuck The Fanboy ((owned by @chuck-the-fanboy / @lazy-charlie ))

"Look, I don't wanna feed into his little obsession but I guess, I will admit ... I care for the little guy. He's just a kid after all even if he's no longer alive, I might treat him like shit sometimes but thats because the kids obsessed with me no idea why honestly."

"I met him for the first time in I think 2017 and he was still alive back then, poor kid walked into my restaurant wearing ripped and torn clothes he looked like he was basically starving. I can't really remember what he looked like but I think he did have orange hair? his skin was also very pale."

"He wanted so badly to buy some food for himself, but he only had a pocket full of pennies... I don't know why but I felt bad for him so I gave him a large soda, a small pepperoni pizza and some french fries to eat... Kid looked at me like I saved his life, like I said I can't fully remember his face but let me tell you he looked so excited."

"I stayed and watched him eat and then he left... I didn't see him again untill 2020 when he walked back in one day with Robert, when he walked back into my restaurant that day... His skin was a green color, and he had one of thoes new chatter phones for a head."

"The kid had drowned in a pond that's all he remembers, he has no idea how he got his new head. All he does remember is waking up and suddenly having a duck trying to warm him up, he calls the duck queen and he treats it like his mother."

"Ever since that day when he came back, he's basically refused to leave and he's became obsessed with me, to the point he calls himself my biggest fan, kinda why he's known as **chuck the fanboy.** He's an annoying little brat and despite all the times I kick him, yell at him and such he dosen't lose any of his feelings towards me."

"He's too innocent for this cruel world, let me tell you but on the good side of things at least he can't die again, though there is something about that Queen duck that's strange it dosen't seem like a normal duck sometimes I wonder why? But yes I consider him... A friend EVEN IF IT PAINS ME TO SAY IT BECAUSE I KNOW IT WILL DRIVE HIM UP THE WALL."

"And my last friend worth mentioning has gotta be the one that matches me the most, someone who's chaotic but could never be my level of cursed."

"Bedlam The Chaos God ((owned by @weirdozjunkary ))

"My timeline and universe itself only really has one god and yes sadly it's the Christian one we also have a Satan."

"Bedlam himself is from another universe enterally full of gods for just about everything that exists, there's even an actual PARTY god there, They are a hoot let me tell you."

"But yeah how did I meet Bedlam then? well I met him back in February this year infact! He was feeling pretty bored that day and decided to check out a new universe and discovered mine by accident, once here he had heard about my existence by ease dropping on some people."

"My guess is he thought I was a chaos god like himself, and was keen on meeting me because of it. Should have seen his face when he first walked into my restaurant and layed his eyes upon me, guy was shocked to say the least!"

"He's a pretty intresting fella, he often changes voices seemingly unable to decide what voice fits him properly, I'm sure he'll find his perfect voice one day. He's basically like a living cartoon I swear when we properly got to know eachother we basically reenacted a tom and jerry episode."

"Don't even get me started on the time we robbed a bank he turned the whole place upside down, and smashed the large vault open with a massive cream pie! We didn't even keep the money we just gave it back like an hour later and we had lunch together after."

"Guy, defiantly is weirded out by me, which is surprising since well he's the god of chaos but fair enough I'm alot more cursed then I am chaotic, but we get along fairly well! Though we don't hang out all the time, I'm a little to overstimulating for him, to hang out for long periods of time."

"Let me tell you though? Despite how little time we've known eachother, he's defiantly one of the most fun people I know, he's also great taste in fashion both litearly and figuratively, don't tell him this but last time we hung out I was chewing on one of his horns while he was talking about another god in his world named Llios."

"I will admit, I have a bit of a teething issue sometimes and I like to bite things though he didn't seem to notice."

"I wonder what he's up to? I gotta see if he'd be interested in joining one of my poker games! Next one is coming up real soon, Count Dracula, Sugar Crisp Bear, Santa Claus, Moth Man are gonna be there. And we're short one member since Slender Man's busy and I can't get in contact with Eyeless Jack I think he blocked my number."

"But yes thank you for the question! Hope this answer satiates your curiosity, feel free to ask more questions about my friends, I'm sure I got more fun stories I can tell about them. I just didn't wanna drag this on for too long."

[forabeatofadrum]

Hello and it is the last Sunday of February. Wild. Thanks @you-remind-me-of-the-babe​, @thnxforknowingme​ and @cerriddwenluna​ for the tags. I was actually going to do one of thoe “nothing to share ¯\_(ツ)_/¯” ones, since I have nothing to share apart from my thesis (lol). I mean, I handed in a draft Friday but yesterday I was too busy going to Amsterdam, seeing Dan Howell and meeting @justgleekout​!

But today I did the Fic Line guessing game and I lost three times, which means three new WIPs! Have 2 sentences of each, so that there are 6 sentences.

For @1908jmd​, a Klaine in the Netherlands fic. Kedeng, kedeng, choo choo, I guess. Look, I just watched Abigail Thorn’s amazing video on the NHS and trans healthcare and she had a lot of very poignant things to say about systematic inequality BUT it was also a weird way to learn that other countries do not have double decker trains, so it’s going to be Klaine travelling through the country by train.

“Okay, so we need these blue cards to check in, right?” Kurt asks while inspecting the so-called OV chipkaart.

“Yes, and this online guide also says we need to make sure we check in with the right train provider or whatever it’s called,” Blaine reads from his phone.

For @cerriddwenluna​, I picked the diner prompt, where Blaine always sits in Kurt’s section of the diner, but one day he looks very upset and Kurt gives him free dessert.

“Eyebrows looks sad.”

“Do not call him Eyebrows, Santana!” Kurt hisses, but his friend is right, because the attractive guy with the triangle shaped eyebrows looks like he’s been crying.

And for @quizasvivamos​... Klaine and Broadway. Not gonna lie, Beth, I am not sure what to do for this one yet. Might bring back The Street, because I am me, but yeah I did rewatch Bernadette Banner’s video on how Broadway costumes are made.

“Are you... sure?”

“Yes, Kurt, he was very clear that he wanted a bow tie in his costume.”

When will these be finished? Who knows! Hopefully soon, though, so that Jen, Gwen and Beth don’t have to wait for long. They’re not going to be super long (famous last words?) and I might also post them to AO3 as one entry and then it’s be my 69th work in the Glee fandom, so, uh, nice!

By the way, feel free to send me more asks with lines ;)

And now, the weather: @quizasvivamos @blurglesmurfklaine @coffeegleek @esperantoauthor @otherworldsivelivedin @caramelcoffeeaddict @sillyunicorn @bazzybelle @dragoneggos @raenestee @tectonicduck @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @captain-aralias @takitalks @justgleekout @tea-brigade @ivelovedhimthroughworse @moodandmist @whogaveyoupermission @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @ionlydrinkhotwater @1908jmd @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @larkral @chen-chen-chen-again-chen​ @cutestkilla​ @nausikaaa​/@wellbelesbian​ @artsyunderstudy​ @martsonmars​ @facewithoutheart​ @boyinjeans

[furiousofpanda]

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[redheadcadavar]

This is probbly pretty niche but Inbreed by Ethel cain gives me Protective persecutor vibes over an female host.

Which hits me pretty hard ngl.

Underneath is personal analysis of why!

Like me personally, I didn't have imaginary friends as a kid, I had imaginary brothers, people who I *knew* should be protecting me, but the ones I did had didn't... really.

To me this reads as an persecutor trying to protect the host, via violence at school, with family, whatever. And when people ask about it the person says it wasent me, it was my *brother.*

"Hes only good to me" this reads as a protective persecutor to me, because for me that is what it feels like. Only protective to thoes he cares about but everyone else can piss off.

The rottenness is probably other alters coming into light, literally spreading and splitting into more. To me, this came in "characters" I made, who I knew thier stories instantly, not even thinking about it. I knew what they looked like, i knew thier stories.

"I'm bad, he's worse." The person who is the host is, well, an multi level person, they aernt always good, they know something is going on that is hurting them. He's worse, means the protector, he knows, he knows how they all get hurt and he acts worse to others in response.

The dead comment hits me specifically because in the universe I made with all my characters, they all died, they know they are dead. And they can't go home.

This is, just, *wow.*

Hits really hard.

This reads, as everyone, as whatever is happening to them they are panicing, fighting, all trying to figure out who takes the "fall", the pain of the event.

The first part reads as the host letting go, falling into headspace and others having to come about to take it, they only know what's going on in glimpses, for me, this manifested as seeing what happened to me as clippings all mashed together of Art, like a torn up magazine. Those were my glimpses.

And the last bit, starting from "if you could, you would have fought-", gets me on my goddamn knees praying, because that feels like the host, or the persecutor wishing they could have fought this, whatever it is from happening to them, but they aernt, or won't, because fighting means something worse.

And being wrong? Feeling *wrong?* yeah. I know that feeling alittle too well.

And with this, we know what is happening, whether this first 2 lines are from the persecutor bleeding into the host, even if the host doesn't know what it means, ir from the host themselves, I don't know, maybe it's both, maybe it's nethier. Plurality isn't an easy slope.

"He hates the way you look at me."

The host knows of the persecutor, and he hates this person whoever they are.

And the last lines are reiterated by the host maybe, but to me it reads as the persecutor, reiterating what they want. They want this person dead. *he*, all of them, want this person dead.

And the repetitive words make it more certain to me, because I remember personally when I was first forming, first actually fronting, I repeated shit *all the fucking time.*

And this? Oh, this is the host willingly giving up control, letting the persecutor take control and give them all what they want. Hes hurting, and pained, and so fucking angry.

And the last chorus, feels to me, like an screaming ... something. It's all just screaming and remembering the pain, what happened to them as the persecutor kills the person who hurt them.

Older brother protecting his little sister.

An protector persecutor protecting his younger small host.

It's cathartic to me.

Especially since I never gave us that personally, so hearing it happen in an song as beautiful as inbred, is heavenly.

Do any other systems or other plural folk get what I mean?

[colorisbyshe]

Hiii.. Kpop Questions:

•Do you like kpop band BigBang?

• Other than Loona & Shinee which other groups songs you listen the most?

•When I found onlyOneOf it's make me so happy.... It's rare to see a kpop group explicitly talk about and show gay love through their members. It's a risky thing for them to even try because they don't have the backing of a big company or a big fan base for them, but they're still very pure and raw in their art. I miss Love (Park Jisung) ... When I heard the news he no longer in the group makes me sad... I feel concerned that there has been nothing about him for over a year.

• what do you think about the aegyo thing ? I’m sorry I know it’s a part of K-pop but it is so frickin forced and unnatural on some idols. Even in vlive I got second hand embarrassment when comments filled up with asking a 30+ old to do aegyo.

I used to like Bigbang, I used to LOVE the GD & Top album when it came out, but the group is beyond irredeemable to me at this point. Even if I can pretend no one had even an inkling of what SEungri/YG were up to, the music isn't there and the fetishization of blackness is too much.

I don't even listen to Loona the most, I lsiten to Red Velvet, Sunmi/Wonder Girls, and I guess then Twice the most. Brave girls, Boa, Apink, Exid, Dreamcatcher, Exo, F(x)... unfortuntely GWSN, uh, I got really obsessed with K/DA when that happened. Honestly going through my Korean music playlist a lto of it is disbanded groups.....

Which goes into the next bulletpoint... I've never listened to OOF. Idk who any of thoe people are, I'm sorry. I mostly stick to 2nd/3rd gen artists, with like VERY early 4th gen being the exception. If I do listen to ny 4th gen, it's like... solely for the music, I don't follow membres or watch music videos. Like I have some Billlie songs on my phone but couldn't tell you shit outside of Tsuki existing nad that's only because Tsuki hangs with Chuu sometimes. I think my friend is super into onlyoneof though... or into Oneus. I cannot tell the difference, I'm sorry. If you want more gay shit, Monsta X had a gay MV (All In), I know Sistar had one (One More Day), and then of course you should support HOlland who is like... an actual out gay man and isn't just gay for MV pay. I haven't listened to her stuff yet but Jiae is an out bisexual idol who just did her solo debut.

I don't love aegyo but I also recognize it's a. it's a cultural thing b. it's not any more of a performance than a lot of other idol stuff and c. it's... kinda funny when idols are open about hating it. Like Sunmi haaaates it and yet makes a big show of it. Like when she came to perform in NYC th efirst time, someone tried to make her wear the cliche bunny hat with the ears you can make wiggle and she pouted and was like "Do I HAVE to" and hten put it on and posed and acted ridiculous. It was fine. It's ridiculous that anyone even asked in the first place but watching her play off of it was fun.

Ive been a bit detached rfom Kpop In General in recent years. I feel like outside of Shinee, Chuu, and Sunmi I have no idea what's going on with members or like variety stuff. I just listen to the music, maybe the MV, and some performances. So I don't get exposed to the rest... besides the drama. I love the drama. Chuu CEO fighting!

[lilac--sun]

Idk what this is but i had some freetime so :) some are longer then others like at one point i just started to write a damn storyline because i could

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Since the truce NMs gang has been hanging around Dreams mansion because Nightmare and Dream have a lot od catching up to do and the gang likes to be around Nightmare to know hes safe so the council still has meetings but with the gang around

Ink leads most of the meetings and since the gang has started sitting around the table they have input, mostly Killer making fun of him but sometimes its actually helpful

Sometimes the different papyrus' come to the meetings and Dust sits back and watches them interact with everyone/eachother and he sometimes smiles and when someone points it out he denies it, Classic has noticed when Original papyrus is around Dust is super calm and has even fallen asleep at the table before so when Original pap gave him a hug for his birthday, Dust almost started crying right there

Fell has major respect for Horror just because he was starved as a kid(underfell gaster was horrible in my opinion) and he didn't think he could handle it and couldn't even imagine dealing with it everyday

Dust almost killed Classic frisk when they grabbed onto Dusts scarf because they were curious, thanks to Cross, Error and Nightmare, Dust was didn't kill them but damn was he close to it... Dust didn't come to anymore meetings if Classic frisk was there

Sci runs tests on the gang and when he mentioned therapy they literally almost fell over laughing at the suggestion..Sci was super confused and worried

Horror often cooks for everyone and Ccino makes coffe/tea for everyone so they work pretty well together but when Horror tries to care for Ccino to much Ccino freaks out a little bit

Cross makes sand castles in Piratetale and a few of the other council members join him and nobody knows about it besides thoes few

Since Nightmare is a neat freak and Dream doesn't really care Nightmare almost screamed when he saw how messy Dreams room was and went on a 4 hour cleaning streak of the whole mansion and when he was done the whole mansion and was forced to take a break by Killer

Killer was made Nightmares right-hand-man because 1. Dust didn't wanna be and 2. He was able to beat him in a fight with no magic and Nightmare was extremely impressed, and Killer has literally taken bullets for Nightmare even tho Nightmare scolded him for doing it and he ends up defending Nightmare in meetings if anyone says anything rude

Mafia and Dust got into an argument and Mafia pointed his gun at Dust to intimidate him, But to his surprise Dust put his head on the gun and told Mafia, to pull the trigger while starting at him and Mafia was so stunned that he just put it away and didn't say another word...Dust had a smug grin ons his face for the rest of the day.

Killer and Ink are actually pretty good friends and are so mean to each other at the same time "hey souless whatcha doing" "nothing much, just thinking about how horrible you are" "aww if had a crush on me you could've just said something" "shut up, murderer."

Edge was pushing Fell around and Nightmare told him to knock it off, Edge responded with "like you know anything about being a good brother!" Before he could even think about what he had said, he was pinned down by the gang with sharpened bones inches from his face and a axe to his throat. Fell was to stunned to move and Nightmare was quiet before he told his gang to settle down, they did but not after telling edge to think before he speaks. The fell brothers left after that but Fell came to apologize but Nightmare just told him it was fine and words like that don't mean anything to him.

When Passive Nightmare showed up for the first time Reaper laughed for a splid 5 minutes about the "grumpy cat face" Nightmare had on

Passive Nightmare and Dream fell asleep leaning on eachother while Nightmare was reading and everyone took a photo and when they both woke up neither of them said anything about it but were both extremely relieved that their family was back together

Error doesn't usually join the meetings since he hates large crowds of people but when he does join he sits next to Blue or Nightmare without fail. One time Blue was walking around and he tripped, so Error grabbed him with his strings... right as Stretch walked out of a portal and when he saw Blue in his strings he threw Error against a wall with magic and sent a few dozen blasters his way knocking him out before he was held down by Nightmare who looked FURIOUS. After Stretch had what happened explained to him he felt a little bad for knocking him out and after Error woke up he carried on like nothing happened "tHaat waS a NnicE nApp" "are you hurt??" "MeNtallY orr phYysiicallYy?" "Yeah hes fine" "sorry.." "nAh yoU're gOod" "you're not mad?" "Ooh I'Mm pisSeD buUt I'm tTo laZzzy tO dOo annYythiing abouUt iit" "oh-"

Blue talks to the gang like they're family and at first people thought of Blue as a traitor but when they saw the gang fight to protect Blue when people wouldn't listen to him they quickly learned that Blue had them no matter what and he was also extremely smart in battle tactics and glad they finally started listening to him

Dream swore he never gets mad so Killer made it his goal to have Dream snap at him, Cross warned him not to do it but Killer never listens, so it started out by Killer ""accidentally'" spilling stuff on Dream which only gave a positive response, then tripping him, once again Dream didn't react then right as he was about to give up he noticed Dream was having a bad day so he was clicking his pen extra loud and tapping it on the table thats when Dream absolutely lost his shit. Dream took a deep breath and when Killer clicked the pen again Dream teleported over and grabbed him by the collar and started screaming at him "GOD DAMNIT WILL YOU STOP THAT. I'VE PUT UP WITH YOUR SHIT FOR WEEKS NOW IS THIS THE REACTION YOU WANTED?? WELL HERE YOU GO!" Killer proceeded to get tossed down as Dream stormed out of the meeting room and Cross ran after him, He laughed and turned to Nightmare who was reading a book, unimpressed "he looks like you when hes mad, his eyes even turned a bit purple" "we are twins afterall, don't forget that" "Right Right"

Cross treats his giant knife like its no big deal and waves it around like it weighs nothing but it weighs a solid 80-90 pounds of solid metal, he can also do tricks with it(imagine like the color guard people but instead of flags its a giant knife?)

Horror pranks people but since he usually doesn't do it all the blame gets put on Killer so he gets away with a l o t of stuff because of Killer being the fall man, Horror is more chaotic then the other he just doesn't let that side show at all

Nightmare seems to be in a better mood since making truces with Dream and Error was the first to notice because when Error dropped something and it made a big mess instead of the heavy sigh and eye roll he actually handded Error some paper towel to clean it up and Error was so freaked out he almost fought him

[officiallyisagibrainrotted]

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(requested)Isagi x yandere fem reader:I Will Catch You Before You Know(title).Theres nothing wrong with be attached to your lover.Theres nothing wrong with having their location on your phone,Your just taking processions.There's nothing wrong with eliminating thoes you think will take them away hurt them,you should always protect your man. There's nothing wrong with wanting to know who he's texting,you can't trust these hoes. There's nothing wrong with wanting to keep your lover safe even if it mean to lock him in atic.

(requested)Noa x girly girl reader:Noel Noa's Pretty Little Bitch(Title):Your the girly type,Starbucks coffee at hand,nail appointment every three weeks, pink contact lenses,pink floaty dresses, hair appointments,glitter pen,mini skirts n lipgloss,new hand bag every week, pink Lambo,you like doing makeup and crafty things,preppy and he pays for it all,He does a lot of stuff for you despite your bratty personality. That includes paying for all your appointments and weekly new hand bags.

(requested)Playboy Oliver x innocent reader:You knew who he was,everyone did. Hes known for being an amazing football player,That you knew,But he's also known for leaving a trail of broken hearts were ever he step foot,Now that you didn't know.And you figured that out but you still took a chance your not exactly sure why you'd be any different form the rest of the girls,who were much prettier then you.Maybe you thought you could fix him. No,no wait it wasn't your fault. It was his,for being so damn perfect,he came up to you knowing you wer fresh out the boat,You were so shy and cute and easy to manipulate. And the fact that you weren't from around here!,Sheesh bonus point for him.He knew how to sweet talk you and what buttons to press.It started off small like he would wait for you by your locker or classroom. Then he'd carry your stuff. Then he'd walk you home. Hed ask you to tutor him.Hed spend his money on you to make you feel special.He knows what to do to get to a girls heart no matter how empty she is. He's been around the block,he knows the drill.Oliver Aiku a natural at manipulating stupid and naive little girls,quite like yourself,Love wasn't as sweet as you thought it would be huh?. Sweet Gasoline (title).

(requested)Rin x bimbo reader:Damn you were so annoying.Cant you find someone else to bother.You were so happy and energetic,So why would you wanna be friends with him. Your classmates warned you about Rin itosi and how cold and overly rude. But you really wanted to be his friend and maybe a little more then that . You were determined to be his friend not matter what!. Sweet as sugar as cold as ice (title).

lavinho x a tsundere reader where she acts like she hates/ finds him annoying but shes actually is just a tsundere. Gets super jealous when she see his fangirls getting to comfortable. But what can she do, it's not like he belongs to her , she has no right to be angery. "Well it's not like I want to be with him, anyway!".

Barou x reader whos a soft girl.

Dating Nagi is as complicated as it looked form when he dating others girls. But you gave it a shot!. He just needs someone who is patient with him... But not too patient.

Julian Loki x a "Basic white girl".(As requester puts it)You two probably met at some young up coming stars ceremony thingy. I mean how was he gonna ignore the girl who was bouncing around the room taking selfies of herself and every fancy looking food that was for the invited.

This is just a glimpse of what I'm working on .

Hope you guys like these.

reblogs are highly appreciated.

Of course more will be added. And If u dont see your request up there it just means that I'm still working on it.

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[lilyrachelcassidy]

Summer Nights (3)

A/N: INDEX

Warnings: alcohol, language, sexual alludes, and... that’s it??

Word Count: 3.7k

Tags: @war-sword @paradigmax @winnsmills @idkatee @bforbroadway @okaydraco

So her name was Y/N.

Draco couldn't help himself but wonder about her for the past few days, after their encounter in the restaurant. As he thought more and more of her, he decided she was more of a changeable person, judging on what he had learned about her; timid and coy one day in the lobby when he first arrived, and plainly confident on another when she approached him to return his fucking wand.

And did she believe in that fictive tale about him playing a magician? Did she sense his sudden abashment when she started to question him on the subject?

He blamed himself for the whole situation, which could have never happened if he only were more careful. He assumed he had lost the wand when his mother furiously dragged him back to his hotel room from the bar he had stopped by for a while. Perhaps, it was when he had handed the receptionist, Y/N, the letter, and it just dropped out of his pocket as he was taking an envelope out.

Fortunately for him, it found its way back. So he didn't have to trouble his head with that now, right?

One issue, however, stuck to his thoughts and vividly came back every time he glanced at his hand, only to see blurry words written with a hard-to-efface ink. Of course, by none other than Y/N.

A few days back, she had scribbled her name and a number on his palm, and since then, he tried to figure out what it was for. He knew he couldn't walk out to the city and stop people in the middle of the pavement to ask for an explanation for the note because it would be as irrational and bizarre as it sounds. The second thought was to ask his mother for an additional conjecture about that by sending an owl. But then he quickly remembered, he didn't have access to any of owls here and -- so and so -- he didn't know the address Narcissa was staying at.

So both options were excluded.

Soon enough, however, the situation cropped up. Someday around six in the morning, still sound asleep and immersed in the dreams, the strange, alarming sound rang up in his bedroom, echoing off the walls and waking half of the death of him as he heard it. He flopped off his bed with the sheets falling along with him, and he began looking for the source of the noise. Then he noticed: a white handset and a set of ten digits next to it; he picked it up -- it was only a hotel checking up if he needed anything.

From then on, everything lined up and made a perfectly logical sense in his head -- it was a muggle device to communicate with each other. If you were desperate enough not to meet up with somebody in the real-life, you were likely to click nine digits and either meet with the receiver's voice or voicemail on the other side. So here was a purpose of the number.

Draco also discovered these things were so-called phones. And they were sold in various forms and types like the models of brooms in the Wizarding World -- from less to most exclusive ones. Little did his consciousness helped him, but after an hour, he was already out in the city and walking next to the shops' exhibitions and searching for an electronics store to buy himself one of those.

Why did he want to buy the phone? He could lie and say that it was only in case of emergency. But admitting truthfully to himself, he felt a nagging curiosity about those devices and wanted to understand this part of the muggle world. And something, more of a hunch than reasoning, told him that he soon might be needing one of those.

Later that day, after wandering for almost an hour and stepping into some cafeteria for lunch, he was finally holding a fucking iPhone in his hand. It had a lot of fancy shining buttons and a small, black partly-bitten apple on the back, and some kind of virtual assistant (at least that's what he had heard from a salesman) Siri with a very posh British accent. Having been advised to purchase it, Draco did so even without a second thought.

He paid for it with some muggle money his mother provided him before her departure, and walked out of the store, having it packed in a nice paper bag with a receipt and a SIM card. He decided on opening it when he reaches his room, and meanwhile, look around the area for some entertainment or something in those terms, to preoccupy himself.

Actually, Draco hadn't been too much in foreign countries, and hauling him out to Muggle London was a miracle, much more to Muggle Paris. He could find a similarity, but it was much different here -- cars honking at each other at the traffic jam; countless shops with clothes; restaurants with delicious food; people babbling at one another in French but also in Italian and German, and English. It was chaotic; it was loud, and he had to watch his feet in order to not trip over by someone else.

Draco felt lost in that mess. Random people encouraging him to visit the shops he would never intend to drop by, strangers pushing him in a rush and mumbling indistinct 'Sorry' for stepping on his shoes, some even too bothered to even look at him. Partly, he wished he had never listened to Narcissa and instead spending time with Thoe, Blaise, or whosoever and talking about irrelevant stuff like the score of the last Quiddich match (Banchory Bangers against Falmouth Falcons) or about the latest affairs with the Ministry of Magic.

And what was he even doing here?

In mere seconds, he decided on changing a route back again to the hotel instead of meandering aimlessly and optimistically, waiting for some godsend to find.

What he wasn't, however, considering was actually finding some godsend in front of the revolving doors of the hotel building.

Yet again, as if some supernatural powers brought them to the same place every time, he was standing on the opposite side of the door where Y/N. It was the late afternoon, so instead of wearing the usual white shirt in the composition of black jeans, she had a green top and striped, yellow shorts with a small watch on her wrist.

She was turned, slightly to the side, so it was her profile he saw as she waved probably at one of her friends, smiling broadly. Draco never really paid much attention to the girl, especially to her looks, but now as his eyes roamed over her standing figure in those a little too revealing clothes, he felt a gulp forming in his throat. Her hair was falling on her shoulders, the beam plastered to her face, and she seemed to be a radiating sphere of positivity.

For the last time, she blew her friend a kiss, and then she was looking at him, infinitely shocked at the sight of him behind the window, staring at her. Draco blinked, snatching out of thoughts.

Y/N made her way out, gripping her big handbag and throwing it hastily on the shoulder and a glowing grin waving over her face again. "Nice to see you again," she said. "I thought you would call."

He furrowed his brows, detecting the faint trace of hope in her voice and feeling his heart take up on the speed. "Well... I was just about to. In the room. I bought a phone..." He lifted the sack in his hand. "...and was about to dial your number."

"Really?" she asked, slightly startled and happy at the same time. She brushed some of her hair behind the ear. "Didn't you have the phone?"

"I left it at home." It was the quickest lie he could conceive. He playfully rolled his eyes, indicating the slight amusement at his alleged absentmindedness. "Just heading back from the shop."

She laughed at that. "Right." Suddenly, her cheeks were covered in a light scarlet, and she dropped her gaze at her feet for three seconds, as if she was about to share something very, very secretive with him. Then she was eyeing him again. "Listen... I've just ended a shift. Maybe you would like to go somewhere? I promised I'll show you around the most interesting spots. Are you up to that?"

Draco contemplated, taking in a small breath. Some part of him really lingered to give it a shot and go out with her, seeing where it carries them, as spontaneous as it was. It wasn't a date, and she was practically a stranger, but... what kind of a stranger! A quiet voice in his head told him this was what kept him away from the idea; disclosing his doubts -- her sparkling with joy eyes and the effect she had on him. A mere fact of him pondering the question was pure evidence it mattered to him, and he definitely tried to kick in with a good impression.  

That left him with no more answer than: "Yeah, sure."

For some reason, Y/N let out a sigh of relief and relaxed a little, looking as if she was about to hear bad news but heard the contrary instead. "Great!" she exclaimed cheerfully. A little too cheerfully, she realized, as soon as she spoke up because the embarrassment welled up on her face. Yet another blush brushed her cheeks, and she chuckled at herself. "Sorry. Bad habits from the reception."

Now it was his turn to chuckle. He liked it, actually, but obviously wasn't going to say that out loud. "Don't mind," he assured her. "Shall we--"

"Before we do," Y/N cut him in, already guessing the upcoming rest of the sentence. "I suggest you leave that stuff..." She pointed her finger at the bag he was carrying. "...in the room. We might be wandering some hours in the heat. So it might not be the best idea."

Draco nodded, silently agreeing with her pertinent advice. "I'll meet you downstairs in... five minutes, then."

She shifted a little, still grinning like a maniac and watching him with sparkling eyes. "Okay," she said, as Draco was making to walk past her, feeling the strangest hint of excitement creeping in his chest. As he was nearing the doorway, he heard her shouting behind his back, "I'll be waiting here!" And the tiniest of his rare smiles formed on his lips.

XOXOXOXO

"So tell me something about yourself, Draco." Y/N looked at him, a light of interest entering her eyes.

As decided, they had met up a few minutes later in front of the entrance to the hotel and then took on the route. Draco had asked her about any potential propositions of where there should go, to which Y/N only smiled mysteriously and said it was a surprise.

So now they were walking hand-in-hand, taking almost the same pace as they strolled in the rhythm of the roads. The buzz still could be heard, and people prattling loudly, but this time -- as Draco noted -- instead of crowding in the center of the noise, Y/N led him through some stealthy alleys only a real dweller could know about. There were still laughs and talks coming, but much quieter.

"What do you want to know?" he asked, not quite comprehending how he should answer her question. He had been in some relationships, some successful and some not, but no one had really paid much interest in him. Not really him.

"Uh, you know. Where do you hail from, what are your hobbies, why did you come to France? Whatever you want, actually." Y/N chortled, offering him a small smile of encouragement. The sun rays were smoothly emphasizing her beauty; skin glistening under the daily light. Draco couldn't help himself but think of how her hands would feel on his shoulders and--

'Focus Draco,' he scolded himself for drifting far, far away with his imagination.

"Well," he started. "I'm from England, what you can guess by my accent. I play piano, learned Italian and Spanish, and...you know, basic stuff." He omitted the part he was a captain of his Quidditch team at school for almost five years which was his biggest pride. "My mother forced me to come here."

"Oh," Y/N seemed to be a little surprised by his confession because she made a fish-like face. "Didn't you want to come?"

"Not quite," Draco admitted truthfully. Before she was able to ask him for a reason for that, he outstripped her. "Had a tough time lately. My friend...died."

Y/N stared at him, mouth slightly agape, and in an instant, her expression turned from cheerful to a regretful one. "I'm sorry," she said, massive uncomfortableness visible on her face.

He shrugged, making his faultless poker face to the game as if it didn't affect him at all -- blank and uncaring. But it hit him. Always did. He didn't like to talk about his post-war experience; even recalling it in his mind was torture.

'If she only knew,' Draco thought. 'She wouldn't be so eager to get acquainted.'

Before he could pay off with as much interest as she did to him, Y/N was gesturing excitedly to the name on the corner of the building, located right next to the extensive, artificial beach with impeccably clean water. There were quite a few people enjoying themselves and sitting on the warm sand, but not throng as Draco could expect from a place like that. "Here we are!"

Not only the sand, but a minibar was there as well: a small deckhouse in the midway of the shore and pavement; a few wooden stools; and the bartender who was shaking a cocktail mixer in his hands.

Shortly after, however, the man behind the counter noticed them approaching. He shot Draco a brief look, and then his gaze landed straight at Y/N, who also perceived him glancing at her. He seemed to be happy at the sight of her, and his eyes swept momentarily over her figure, perhaps identifying if it really was a person he thought it was, and then he gestured for her to come closer. Y/N seized Draco's forearm, tugging him to come along with her, and Draco, left without any other choices, followed.

Y/N began speaking something French with him, and he heatedly answered her back in a sort of enthusiastic voice. Apparently, they must have known each other because, after seconds, they started joking around, laughing, and patting each others' shoulders like old friends. It took quite a moment, but the bartender eventually focused his attention on Draco, who was standing next to Y/N and was trying to make any sense out of the conservation. The man asked something, curiously arching his brow yet again at Y/N, who flushed suddenly. Clearly flustered with his question, she playfully smacked him at the top of his head and turned to face Draco.

"Sorry for that," she said, putting both of her elbows on the countertop and making a slight pout of guiltiness. "It's just an old friend of mine. I used to come here a lot in the past, so we know each other... pretty well, I guess."

That arose Draco's curiosity, and he didn't miss a chance to ask her. "Don't you come here anymore?"

"No." The readiness of this reply surprised him a little bit. She bit her lip and let her eyes drift at her shoes, which -- Draco noticed -- was her typical reaction when she was nervous. "I... I used this place to meet up with my boyfriend. My father didn't approve of our relationship -- he assumed there was something iffy about him and that he had bad intentions." Chuckling dryly, she tried to cover up her emotions, though the sadness was hitched to her voice. "He was right. He used me and then dumped me, saying it meant nothing."

Although he felt an urge to hug her, he held it back and stared at her, not really knowing what to say. Should he console her by telling her the man was a pig and she clearly deserved better? Or should he keep silent, only proving himself to be a good listener? It was very confusing for him to be around girls who cry and complain and expect reassurance in their words. He witnessed Pansy weeping a lot of times, but she was the one to instruct him what to do by throwing herself at him and lingering in the embrace. But Y/N was new to him, and it was no easy way to find out what she wanted him to say.

"Sucks," he uttered under his breath before the awareness kicked in.  

What the fuck, you dolt?! Is it how you want to comfort her?

Fortunately, Y/N didn't receive his words as critically as he because her eyes lighted up, and she giggled softly. "Yeah... But I learned from that. I try to be warier now."

The bartender poked her suddenly on the shoulder, making some mumbling and incomprehensible sound. Y/N nodded and slightly tilted her head to have a better view of Draco. "Jean asks if you want a drink. He recommends Brave Bull. Brags that he can do the best one in the country."

"Mhm... Let it be it," he agreed, giving up on his usual liquor and dipping into more muggle-like specials. He attempted to force a smile on the lips, trying to give it more of a tone of a request than a demand.

She reciprocated the gesture, and then she turned to her friend, leaning casually against the bar and expertly translating the conversation. He only nodded, smiling, and grabbed the nearest bottle of some booze to pour the contents into the glass along with some other ingredients.

"Here you go," the bartender, Jean, tried out his amateur English, but remnants of French accent could be heard. He laid two glasses of alcohol -- one fiercely brown; the other one, blue with a cocktail umbrella inside -- on the countertop and grinned. Before Draco could take out some cash to pay, Jean's voice echoed again, still with a little stammering accent. "Free!"

Y/N and Draco made their way to a nearby bench, both calmly sipping their drinks and looking at the horizon as the sun set down, disappearing out of your sight. It was strange for Draco how comfortable he felt in her presence; the comfort he hadn't experienced for years in anyone's company. Although he was aware you had met a few days ago, something in your relationship gave him enough space to be himself. And he liked it.

Draco chanced to glance at Y/N, and she was already looking.

"I like coming here," she started hastily, as to conceal she was staring. "It's calming."

As an excuse to tear their eye contact, Draco scanned the beach again, and he could definitely get her point. The place was nothing but charming. "Agree."

"You know... It was my inspirational area when I drew. I first found it when I got into a huge fight with my father. Since then, I have used it as an escape from the outer world. It was a mistake that I shared it with my ex, but... you seem to be a proper person."

Draco didn't miss the compliment, and a barely visible blush danced on his cheeks. He felt his pulse speeds up, heart pounding at the sudden realization of their proximity. "You drew? Is it past tense?"

"Yes." Y/N nodded swiftly, grunting. "I love to capture the moments I find beauty in: people, places, specific objects. I even aspired to go to art studies. But..." She exhaled deeply, preparing herself to continue. "...they are too costly. My father says so... I don't blame him; I know he tries. But I stopped myself from having hopes."

Draco listened, and the pity churned his stomach. Taking a nip of his drink, an idea popped up in his head. "Do you have those drafts?"

"Right now?" Y/N asked, shocked, to which Draco responded only with a short nod.  "Yes, I usually carry them --er-- in my bag. I had to throw them away... but I just couldn't."

"Can I see?"

Surprisingly, for the first time, as Draco saw, reluctance appeared on her face. She deflated, apparently battling with doubts. "Ummm... Yes." And then she slipped her hand into her motley bag, rummaging intensely. After mere seconds, she finally found what she was looking for -- the set of papers bound neatly around by a fine twine and clip, to the additional perseverance.

Y/N passed him, what seemed to be many hours of her solid work, and he examined them closely. What Draco could say is that he wasn't an expert in the field, but he unconditionally believed that those sketches required a lot of talent to draw as precise as they were. He was in awe, really -- the accurate contours given the best preciseness; the attention paid even to the smallest details; gradings made with soft touches of a pencil. The drawings presented a lot: random people walking in a rush, natural landscapes, some sculptures lined up in front of a building, even the least relevant objects like shoes or an apple. That, of course, didn't discourage Draco from watching further -- he flipped the pages, soundlessly, and a little too fascinated to utter a thing.

"And what do you think?" asked Y/N, nervously tapping her fingers on her thigh and (unnecessarily) preparing herself for a flow of criticism. Her gaze darted between Draco's face and the sketches.

"I... think you have a gift," he complimented her, weighing the great truth in his words.

"Really?" Y/N asked him in disbelief, blushing profusely. "Thanks! But --er-- you can take them if you want. It'd be easier for me to know I give them in the good hands than throwing them away."

The 'good hands' comment flattered Draco, and he felt almost honored to accept the offer. "Yes. Thank you." He buried the works deeply in his pocket.

He would definitely make good use of those. He had a plan.

XOXOXO

A/N: Okay, hi everyone! It was supposed to be longer, but I decided to divide it into more chapters with less word count instead. Nothing is happening yet, but you can already feel some tension, right? :D The next chapter is going to be super, super short. So I might be posting it within two days or so??? Idk yet, and it’s not a promise because I have a nice surprise (spoiler! a new one-shot) coming and a few requests to answer, so it might also take a moment. But please, stick with me :D If anyone wants to appear on the tag list, write in comments, DM, or wheresoever!