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sincerlypadfoot · 4 years ago

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~During the time of the order of Umbridge and the dumbledore army, you have no problems summoning your Patronus, doing it on the daily, watching the dragon fly around your room, but once you see someone who catches your eye who has troubles, you’re determined to find his happy moment

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My eyes flung open and excitement rushed through my body, quickly flooding away with the sound of my alarm cloak humming my whole room. “It’s Christmas,” I whispered to myself leaning over and shutting my alarm off.

I didn’t get out of bed or move around, I just enjoyed the quiet of the house, before everything went to chaos in a couple hours.

��Good morning,” Ryker whispered walking into the room, not knocking. “Millys asleep but do you want anything to eat before our family comes over with the kids?” He asked.

“Please, I’ll take whatever your cooking, Merry Christmas Ryker,” I smiled tossing my blanket over me. “I’ll be here admiring the snow outside,” I chuckled watching the slow melt hitting my window.

“I’ll start cooking, Merry Christmas to you too,” I said to Ryker crawling out of my bed and opening my window. “Hey wanna do me a favour,” I cooed at the owl that laid outside on the tree. I turned around and grabbed a wrapped present that laid in a bag carrier. “Neville Longbottom, it’s his Christmas present,” I placed the carried in the owl's claws, watching the black owl fly away quickly.

“Wanna match?” Milly croaked walking in, she walked in holding a purple and blue short Christmas dress. “You’ll just need a belt, it’s an earlier Christmas present from me,” She smiled walking into my room.

“Purple, I know blues your favourite colour,” I said walking over to Milly and pulling her into a hug. “Merry Christmas Milly,” I whispered.

“Merry Christmas Lia, go have a shower, your family will be here soon,” Milly said plugging her nose. “I can smell you from my room,” She joked smiling and walking out of the room.

I shook my head and walked towards the bathroom, getting caught up and wasting time. “Thank you!” I shouted at Milly hearing her in her bedroom just beside the shower, I heard her knock on the wall, I chuckled and continued washing my hair.

“Goodmorning,” I cheerly said to Ryker and Milly who were placing a couple things under the tree before everyone had gotten here. “How do I look?” I asked spinning around for the two.

“Like a million dollars,” Ryker said smiling. “You both look like a million dollars,” He smirked planting a kiss on Milly's cheek. “Cooking is almost done, family will be here soon, presents are planting, everything is perfect, just mom and dad won’t be here this year,” There was a hint of disappointment in his words.

“I’m sure they’ll be back soon Ryker,” Nothing in my voice helped any better when I walked over and wrapped my arms around my brother. “I’m sure,” I whispered in his ears.

The door knocked, breaking the both of us from our strange thoughts. Milly didn’t say a word but walked over to the door, leaving Ryker and I alone in the living room.

“Merry Christmas!” Luna Lovegood called out catching me off guard, I looked at her and smiled, running over and wrapping my arms around her. “Your clear of Nargles,” I heard Luna say taking a glance around my house.

“Merry christmas,” I chuckled smiling. “Where is your dad?” I asked looking around, a tall blond man who walked in. “Hello uncle Xeno,” I smiled happy wrapping my arms around him.

“Hello little one,” Xeno Lovegood smiled hugging me back. “Merry christmas,” His arms loosened and a tiny wrapped box shaped present laid in his hands. “Open it, your gonna love it,”

I took the perfectly wrapped present from my uncle and opened it up, a deathly hallow necklace laid infront of me, I smiled and took it out. “I love it,” I smiled hugging my uncle once again.

“I know you would, ever since I had met you when you were just a wee girl you loved my necklace, and I had to you your own,” Xeno said smiling. “i’m glad you like it,” he placed his hand on my head smiling down then walking away with Luna, followed by Milley.

I smiled walking towards our fireplace watching green sparks fly out, a woosh of green flew out and a plumped old woman walked out followed by three teenagers, recognizing them from schools.

“Oh my Lia, you look just the same as you did years ago,” My grandmother Lucille chirped wrapping her arms around me. “I heard about your parents, what a shame that they won’t be here this year,” I felt angry as the words came out of her mouth.

Ryker wrapped his arms around my shoulder before I could say anything else. “Hey Mema,” He said letting me go and wrapping his arms around her. “Missed you,” I heard him say, my anger left and I had felt a bit better.

“Come on, dinner should be ready soon,” I said to the group that stood infront of me, I didn’t wait for them to finish talking but walked away to our dining room were Luna, Xeno and Milly all were talking amongst themselves.

“Hey,” Milly greated pulling out the chair beside her. “Sit, we were just talk about your favorite topic, school,” I rolled my eyes and smiled, walking to the sit beside Milly and sitting down, placing my hand on my necklace that I had just gotten moments ago.

“Oh yes my favorite topic,” I mocked sitting down and having a drink of water that sat infront of me. “Continue your conversation,”

“Well,” Xeno started to say. “I hear that you made friends with that Longbottom kid Milly was saying,” My hand started patting my leg nervously.

“Yeah well I thought making new friends would be nice, I brought him to the carnival, I looked for you two but didn’t see you,” I smiled at the thought of Neville and if he had received my present yet.

“We didn’t see you either, must have missed each other,” Luna said smiling. “How is Neville, are the Broom Flies getting to him?” She asked making me tilt my head but I went with it.

“No I think he’s okay, no Broom Flies have gotten to him, how are you doing Luna?” I asked changing the topic from Neville to her.

“I’m doing good, though my shoes have gone missing again, suppose that the Nargles will have something to do with it,” Luna was the laid back cousin that I admired, she was calm and I had never seen her angry, and she always saw the good in people before the bad.

“Dinner shall be served,” Ryker happily said walking into the room, food appeared on the table and our Mema and her two grandkids we hated.

“So,” Lucille said breaking the silence at the table. “Good afternoon Luna dear and Xeno,” she nodded her head taking a bit of her food. “Any boyfriends?” her face turned to me.

“No don’t need one, I like it that way,” I bitterly smiled taking a drink of my water. Ryker kicked my feet but I hadn’t budged.

“Shame, i’m sure you parents want you to get married, have you thought about marriage yet?”

Before I had been able to answer the doorbell rang and I shot up from my seat. “I’m more than happy to grab that,” I smiled looking at Ryker and Milly then making my way to the door. “Nolans residence,”

“Lia,” Neville said catching me off guard, I double looked then smiled. “I ugh Hermione told me where to find you, thank you for the snowglobes, I brought you something,” His voice trembled as he had pulled a present out from his back.

“Neville,” I smiled stepping outside and shutting the door. “You didn’t have to,” I picked my nails a bit nervous.

“My grandma insisted, open it,” Neville pushed the gift a bit closer, I took the gift in my hands, feeling it a bit flat instantly knowing what it was and putting a bigger smile on my face.

I tossed the wrapping paper on the porch and looked at the picture frame in my hands, Neville grandmother must have taken a picture of us, I watched as Neville and I walked up the stairs with my big stuffed animal in hand, at the end with both hugged.

“I love it,” I cried out holding the picture tightly in my hand and using the rest of me to wrap my arms around Neville.

“I’m glad, I was a bit nervous, didn’t think you would like it,” Nevilles arms wrapped around me and we just stayed still for a couple seconds.

“Lia dinners getting, oh hello,” Rykers voice shot me up and I turned around looking at him. “I think we have a extra chair if you’d like to stay,” my cheeks went red.

“Neville’s grandma is waiting for him,” I started to say but stopped looking at Neville.

“Actually she’s gone visiting my parents for the night,”

“Perfect, Neville come on let me introduce you to everyone,” Ryker happily said tossing his arm over the poor boys shoulder and bringing him in the house before I could decline.

“Ryker,” I hissed picking up the wrapping and walking inside stopping the pair before entering the dining room. “Mema isn’t the nicest person, you really don’t think this through,”

“Fine,” He huffed taking his hand off Neville. “Whenever you two are ready dinner won’t be paused,”

I placed my hand on my forehead listening to Ryker walk away. “Sorry, my brother is just dumb,”

“It’s okay, you’ve said that a lot,” Neville chuckled facing me. “So, dinner sounds nice,” he smiled a bit.

“I’ll show you around first, my Mema isn’t my favorite person, I can go a bit, but Lunas here, she’s my cousin,” I turned from the dining room with Neville and walked up the stairs towards my room.

“Weird I never knew that, I guess her mom was your aunt?” Neville asked following me up the stairs.

“Yep, she was my moms sister, Luna and I were never close until hogwarts, now we’re like sisters,” I stopped and turned to Neville catching him off guard. “My room isn’t the best also, didn’t expect anyone to come in,”

Neville and I walked into my room, my owl Uni sitting on my desk asleep making me smile knowing he was already back.

“Trevor isn’t nearly as cool as your owl, look at her,” Neville said walking over at Uni who opened her eyes, cooing excitedly at the sight of Neville. “I saw her this morning at my window,”

“I just thought a snowglobe would be a nice gift, something simple,” I paused walking over to my shelf and clearing a spot. “I really do like this picture, we look nice,”

Neville walked over and stood beside me, we both looked at the picture, admiring each other. “I do too,” his eyes grazed from the picture to the corner of my bed where the pink stuffed bear laid. “And that,”

I laughed rubbing the back of my neck. “Well I guess i’ll have to face my grandmother sometime, im warning you, she says whatever she likes without a care, so i’m sorry in advance,”

Neville smiled and nodded his head, we both walked down the stairs, my hands started piking at my skin but warm hands leaned into my palm and I stopped and felt a sense of calm.

“We have a extra dinner guest,” We walked into the dinning room, everyone shot their heads in our direction, Luna and Milly smiled, she was already moved beside Ryker saving a seat for Neville and I.

“Hello Neville,” Luna greated, we sat infront of her with the food already served and on our plats. “Glad you’ll be joining us tonight,”

“Neville is it,” Lucille said leaning forward a bit and putting her hand out. “Nice to meet you, I hope your treating our Liana here very well,”

“I am,” Neville smiled shaking her head. “This looks really good, thank you for having me,” he nodded his head and started eating the food.

I smiled not helping myself, glad that everything was okay and food was infront of me, Neville I took one more glance at each other letting out a chuckle then eating again.

#neville longbottom #NevilleLongbottom x #NevilleLongbottom x you #nev #NevilleLongbottom #neville longbottom x reader

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yoitscro · 5 years ago

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First thought: Homestuck^2 should've just been called Beyond Canon, and more people should call it that.

The 2 was put on for chuckles; HS trending the day it was announced with it being a sequel spoke enough about how such a thing shant be underestimated, and why Homestuck is ABSOLUTELY more than just our small twitter crowd (and the scrap of us still on tumblr). I say that because remembering the Beyond Canon part slightly reassures me about the fact that this is a fanwork that will do some weird shit, and things I don't agree with, but isn't something that I have to subscribe to enjoying all the way with how I engage with Homestuck.

Homestuck 2 is not the canon continuation. Homestuck 2: Beyond Canon, is an OFFICIAL continuation.

Not having it on such an important stool and as the only content we all are only allowed to digest should come from both people who obsessively dislike it, and people who defensively support it. If a character says they kick babies then I can say, hey that's weird, maybe not great writing, but I can pretend they don't in my content, and i dont have to send threats or call people cishet white men for it! and, it's an absolutely great thing that we were all encouraged to create our own ideas without anyone who's influenced us to do so squinting their eyes when we actually go through with it. Glad I don't have to put this story up to the expectations of being a sequel to a 11 year, worldwide IP that's shooketh the internet landscape since it's merely optional, Death of the Author persists, and ideas aren't just dominated and revolved around the perspective of a 1% in this entire fanbase.

That said.

As an OFFICIAL continuation versus a canon one, HS2 is ok. It certainly has that fanfiction vibe, and a story it wants to tell. I can't really tell what that story is since we have like, 10 sub plots rn though. There's not a real a clear indicator on where the focus of main conflict is that connects all these stories together.

I thought that the prose in replacement of Vriska's battle was jarring, but not teeerribly surprising for the format HS2 is going for. It's more so using drawings to compliment text versus Homestuck's usual of panels being side by side with visual importance, or even itself being the one compliment. It sorta feels weird tho that it brought old fans back in with art just for them to get sneered at when they get a bit upset that there won't be main staples of art known to progress the story forward.

Also people who mock people for “having to read homestuck” knowing there’s language barriers and struggling focus from those who’ve been use to something that was never so dense, are ridiculous.

Personally this could be solved by knowing how old flashes worked, having way more artists on the team, maybe even an art director if not already, and noting that we're not asking for the next Cascade. Rome wasn't built in a day, but Rose Ride sure was, and Homestuck’s animation is absolutely not the same as a 12-24 framed 12 minute cartoon. That, or just snuff the illustrative art as a whole since it's very clear on where the focus is.

I’m sure you’re not here trying to see my opinions on how the outer workings are though, versus plot.

Uuuuh, let's see. Yiffy's still a name I don't care to use until I eventually get tired of any of my art that do not show up in tags. This is fine and not as offensive as people are saying it is. Minors who want to cosplay this character don't have to call themselves this character. Not wanting to be one letter away from accidentally entering a very NSFW space of twitter is fine. Also the lot of people call Tavros, Tavvy.

I hope Kanaya's anger at being cucked is actually seen versus being implied through fan guesses and another character having to say she was.

Roxy needs to be more of an involved character. Where are they during all this?

Jane should have a mention of her relations to HIC being a main/bad influence on her current parallels to Alternian dictatorship.

The PRE-RETCON GROUP should have a fun one-shot update for fans who like them, since they oughta be around if they fell through the ghost hole. Most of them. The sprites that aren't Jasprosesprite should also show up too, since they're around.

Aaaaaand I think we should be extra careful going into the future when it comes to the alien rebellion. It's weird that a lot of the writers are white and toy around with concepts that can be a not so great parallel to racism. Currently not great timing rn! If the characters are going to remain aracial, but with them still doing not much to reference other non-white earth cultures or getting new hair cuts that have different textures (looking at you, Rose), we shant make the species with actual biological benefits a racism commentary. the xeno joke at least had a play on words. If any writer has happened upon this then a, please don't get mad at me again haha, and b, consider having more black writers or directional assistance on your squad. You know who they are.

In the future. I casually want the ghost from the Dream Bubbles to be shown since it's a big elephant in the room to not have a single one of them in the bg despite a load of them appearing from the ghost whole. Don't gotta give them speaking lines, especially the dancestors. I personally don't know if I want that right now.

I also hope in the future that we don't get HS content that is only going to revolve around HS2, if it's optional enough to engage with without being the only option. That's why PQ could ended a bit better for me, and why I hope it's not the main thing that's keeping Hiveswap on the backburner. I don't think it's farfetched to consider that multiple HS content could come from more than just one team; to relieve work load, but to also strengthen the idea that Homestuck can be a various amount of perspectives when it comes to the ideas fans have. The most dedicated fans leading the direction of the story is not just a handful of them. If anything, at least acknowledge the massive ass fan projects going on once in awhile to showcase the different avenues.

"Hey Cro, you sure have bitched about this alot. Do you have anything good to say? Why don't you stop reading if you hate it so much!"

Not every comment needs to be golden, love. Again, some of these decisions I eck at, but ultimately they're just words on a computer that I'm not holding anyone at gun point to do, and I'm curious to see how the story handles itself going forward, since again, it's just a fanwork. Sometimes I wish to not only see where the plot goes, but to see a writer's craft in action.

Good Things:

The Art. Again, please have more artists. It'd help so much, especially since the main one is also double timing for VE. That said, HS2 sticks out to me because of the way the color composition is used. Aside from hair and other tiny things, I haven't seen black used a lot, which makes colors pop. It's really nice to look at. I hope we get more sharper styles of character in the future, since it builds on nostalgia and makes the trolls feel much less like they're from Repiton, but I can deal with it for the most part. I also like that one panel where the omega kids and vriska are talking in the dark room, and based on where they're standing, the text aligns. Tasty as hell.

Meat and Candy still do hold neat logic in the direction the stories go. Candy, while it could be more tasteless in some areas, is chaotic and too much of a good thing. Meat is having something a little more straightforward, though I'm not sure quite yet where it's going. I always found Candy to be the part of the epilogue that actually entertained me the most, from how much of a surreal Robot Chicken skit at 3am it felt. Sometimes the jokes slapped real nice and made me wonder, going in, how is this monkeys paw gonna play out and, hopefully, make people laugh or smirk like they got a good roast at themself?

The slightly episodic feel of each update is what I wanted from the Epilogues, so it's interesting to see that play out when it comes to switching different perspectives.

The bonus updates get points for featuring characters that a lot of us have been wanting to see for ages.

Hopefully this isn't unpopular, but I think the tension of Yiffy's introduction was nicely composed and written (ignoring some of the things I wish for Jane). It leaves you with enough want to see what'll happen next time. You could also say that despite her growling and making a lot of noise, it's not actually bad writing: I see it as the audience being forced to see her in the same perspective that Jane see's her; a dog. Upon no context we're seeing the same thing while knowing things are obviously off, and once we see this character in a new environment where their personality shines, it'll have a bigger impact her own character being humanized. So I like that.

Okay, I think that's all I got. I improv wrote most of this; hopefully I won't be taken out of context since I don’t think that HS2′s writing should ultimately be a judgement of the writers as people, nor treated as if they should hold the same unhealthy work environment that Andrew forced himself to do when writing the og comic. And I'm still like, donating to the patreon and everything, lol.

[runs away]

edit: i was going to put the cw as another positive thing for the comic...but...yeaaaah.

#hs2 #beyond canon #homestuck 2 //#i ran out of room so i posted this here lol.

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britesparc · 4 years ago

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Weekend Top Ten #470

Top Ten Films to Watch on Star on Disney+

We’ve been watching a lot of Disney+ lately. This is partly due to the fact that our family movie nights have become, almost accidentally, a quest to watch every bit of Star Wars content on the service; so far, we’ve watched the entire Skywalker Saga and are now moving onto the spin-off movies. The younglings have become addicted: Daughter #1 is getting stuck into The Clone Wars, whilst Daughter #2 is demanding we jump straight into The Mandalorian. As for the Princess to my Scoundrel, well, she and I have been thoroughly enjoying WandaVision, which by the time you read this, will have finished. Sob! Nothing to do but gird our loins until the arrival of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier in a couple of weeks! At least this excellent TV programme appears to have whetted my wife’s appetite for watching more of the MCU movies. Maybe soon I can make oblique references to Mary Poppins, y’all, and someone else in the house will actually know what the hell I’m on about.

Well it looks as if there’s going to be even more use out of our Disney+ sub as the months roll inexorably on, what with their new Star channel. This is where they’ve shoehorned all the mucky films they bought from the naughty boys and girls at Fox; sweary adult dramas, sexy bits, and scenes of explicit wrist-slapping abound. So now we have this toybox of grown-up content to savour! What to watch? What not to watch? I’ve already started at the most obvious place by diving into some vintage Arnie with Commando, one of the funniest action movies ever made. It did not disappoint.

So where to next? Re-watching semi-forgotten classics, films I’ve not seen in literally decades? Or checking out things that slipped me by (there’s an entire list to be made of “films I read about in Empire in the ‘90s, got really excited about, but never saw”). Do I watch the crappier Die Hard films, or cheesy action movies (er, like Commando, I guess)? Or dive deep into prestige fair? Or just watch Spy Hard for the Weird Al theme tune, practically the only bit of the film I remember? The options are virtually endless.

So that’s what this week’s list is: ten films I intend to watch on Disney+ very flipping soon. Or, y’know, just play Zelda until Falcon starts.

9 to 5 (1980): there was a lot of talk of Dolly around the New Year, and my wife and I even watched a documentary about her. As a result, I had a scoot around to see if it was possible to buy 9 to 5 as a birthday or Valentine’s gift for my better half; it’s a film neither of us have seen in years if not decades, and we’re both big Grace and Frankie fans too. Alas, it’s a difficult film to get a hold of; there doesn’t appear to be a Blu-ray readily available. Praise be, then, that it’s now on Disney+; a terrific comedy film, with a nice bit of feminist bite. I’m not sure if it’ll feel dated or – post-#MeToo – oddly prescient. But I’m really, really looking forward to watching it again.

Crimson Tide (1995): I do love a good tense thriller, and I seem to remember this as being a particularly great tense thriller. This feels like one of those “they don’t make ‘em like this anymore” candidates; a claustrophobic two-hander with no real action, almost a theatrical chamber piece, but made with huge stars and a big-time director (the late, great Tony Scott). I saw it once, on video, when it came out, so it’ll be great to revisit.

The Color of Money (1986): another minor classic that I’ve not seen for decades, and a film I remember even less well than Crimson Tide. It’s cool to revisit (or discover for the first time!) films by great directors, and this is Scorsese we’re talking about. Cruise as a freshly-minted movie star, still taking risks; Newman as a great elder statesman. I’ve genuinely no idea what it’s like, it’s been so long, but I’d love to see it again. Just wish The Hustler was on D+ too!

Quiz Show (1994): I’d mentioned before that there are loads of films from the ‘90s that I read about as an eager young film fan but never saw; this is one of them. An apparently-great drama about corruption at a hugely popular TV show in ‘50s America, with Ralph Fiennes in a very early Hollywood role. I think I’d enjoy it.

Looking for Richard (1996): another of those ‘90s films…! This fascinated me as a teen, and I’d love to see it: a documentary about Richard III, made by Al Pacino, featuring people talking about Shakespeare (got a lot of time for that) and also scenes of the play performed and filmed. It’s a real curio; also weirdly came out around the same time as McKellen’s Richard III. Maybe something was in the water? We’re due another big Rich in my opinion.

Jennifer’s Body (2009): a follow-up from Juno writer Diablo Cody, a horror centred around high school and female sexuality, this has always seemed like it might be a dark, delicious delight; it wasn’t very well received at the time, but has grown in cult status; as has its star, Megan Fox, who I’d argue has not had the easiest time within Hollywood. Anyway, I really like the look of it, and it’ll be cool to check it out.

Tombstone (1993): I love a good Western, and I seem to remember that this is a very good Western. A story of Wyatt Earp that goes beyond the famous gunfight, my memories of this are very vague; I know that there’s a very good Val Kilmer performance as Doc Holliday, and of course Kurt Russell as Earp himself. I might try out that “watch along” feature and watch this, remotely, with my dad.

Romancing the Stone (1984): I probably haven’t seen this since the eighties so I’ve got no idea if it’s really any good, but I do remember enjoying its Indy-inspired adventurism and – in particular – Danny DeVito’s bad guy. Douglas is always great value as a leading man, although from what I’ve since read this is really Kathleen Turner’s show. It’ll be interesting to see if it holds up, but hopefully it’ll be a good stop-gap until they finally get the Indy films up on the service.

Good Morning, Vietnam (1988): another film that I want to revisit, even if I remember it a little better than others on this list. My memory is that it’s utterly fantastic, a really stark look at the realities of Vietnam during the time of the war, and also a phenomenal, very human performance from Williams. Also I remember it being very funny when he does let off some steam (sorry, bit of Commando creeping in there). And really, it’s Williams I want to see again; that earnest, real, pained but beautiful Williams we get in his very best performances. It’s very likely I’ll cry just watching him on screen. God, I miss him.

Independence Day: Resurgence (2016): I needed some crappy sequel to talk about, and here it is. I can’t overstate how much I loved the first Independence Day in ’96, so the (apparent; I’ve not seen it) terribleness of this sequel hit me like a sledgehammer. It can’t be that bad, can it? Is it not at least so-bad-it’s-good? I mean, the trailer made it look atrocious, and it’s killed off Will Smith – the best character! – off-screen, so odds are not good that it’s a hidden gem. But I’ve got to know.

This was actually a pretty tough list, and I had to knock off some films that I’d love to rewatch (Conan the Barbarian, The War of the Roses), as well as stuff like Idiocracy and Office Space that I’ve never seen. Also Kingsman: The Secret Service, which is a fairly recent release that slipped me by, and I’m not sure why I’ve never gotten round to seeing; I blame the kids! Also, there was going to be some xenomorph or xeno-monkey action on here, but frustratingly all the Alien (and Predator!) movies are missing, and the recent Planet of the Apes trilogy – which I’ve also never seen! – is only served by its middle instalment. Yeah, I can watch the seminal ‘60s original again (and I may!) or the indecipherable and strange Tim Burton version, but what about, y’know, the trilogy that everyone raves about? I assume this is due to pre-existing deals keeping the films elsewhere (elusive…), but the sagas of Alien, Predator, and the complete Die Hard package are – I believe – being kept until most profitable (mark my works: Die Hard at Christmas). Anyway, it’s a bit frustrating, that, as I’ve never seen Covenant or The Predator, and I’d love to watch the whole lot from the start anyway.

I guess I can console myself by also watching the one Die Hard film I’ve never seen, namely the critically-acclaimed A Good Day to Die Hard. I mean, I’m assuming it’s critically acclaimed. I guess I’ll find out.

#top ten #movies #disney+#star #films #fox #dolly

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omenapologist-moved · 4 years ago

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How do you have confidence to kin and be Xgender and weird? :(

For a simple answer, purely spite and rage! I am literally enraged constantly why would I ever cede any part of myself, be less me, to please someone!? How dare they think they have the right to ask such!

For a more complicated answer...

I’ve spent so, so much of my existence trying to package myself into easy-to-digest ways. I’ve tried to be nice and pretty and cute and simple and in the process have repeatedly boiled myself down into xyz persona. But after experiencing several of the most traumatic years of my life and in several instances literally fearing for my life, I am mostly too exhausted to care enough to do that, and in some ways simplifying myself and obscuring parts of myself got me into trouble and made things too... complicated.

If someone cannot handle or does not want to be around my true self, they were never worth being around anyways. If you cannot accept me at my most you do not deserve me at all. That isn’t necessarily a judgement of the other person’s character, it’s important to learn that sometimes people simply do not get along, and that doesn’t necessarily make anyone a bad person! It’s like if you tried to combine Strawberries and Tuna. Both are yummy on their own, but eating them together is widely considered unpleasant. That doesn’t mean either are less tasty, just that they don’t get along.

Regarding specifically kin stuff, while I don’t talk about it as often, it’s quite important to me as a spiritual person! I’ve had phases on and off of being more or less open about it due to my own safety and comfort, but it seems to be accepted more and more as time passes. I’m not hurting anyone by being fictionkin and alterhuman, and if this somehow negatively affects me (according to various mental health professionals, it doesn’t, but still) that’s my own choice as an adult, so there’s no sense imo in being embarrassed. I’m just living authentically.

Genderweird stuff is a lot more complicated. I’m personally a gender abolitionist, in that I recognize gender is a social construct and hope that some day we as a society can progress enough to not need gender, at all. I think xeno/neogenders and such pronouns are epic because I think it’s good to stretch and warp and twist the definition of gender. I think that xenogenders and neogenders warp and in some instances destruct what gender means-- And I think that is a very, very good thing! It’s a step in the right direction for what will benefit most, if not all, people.

No matter what, the way in which I live my life and exist, and that I exist at all, is going to make a lot of people very upset for one reason or another. But ultimately that is their problem, not mine. I’m not hurting anyone. I don’t always have confidence to live as I want to, to be as I want to, it’s something I have to strive for and it’s not always easy, but the effort is worth it imo.

#anon #inquiries

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nemossubmarine · 4 years ago

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Warhammer 40k: Wrath & Glory RP #13

Before leaving to go find a girl kidnapped, there’s few more things the party needs to do on Dimmamar. Firstly, Coco asks Larry if Ranan and Hackney may join them, as they’d be useful. Larry says sure. Coco goes to ask Ranan and Hackney if they want to come along. Ranan says sure, but what about the Devil, which leads to a long conversation into which Izarak and eventually Larry and Alice are both dragged into. Ranan and Hackney can’t stay to watch after her, because they’d be easily recognized. Coco suggests they let her know they want to talk, which Ranan shoots down. She’s the Cardinal’s bodyguard, she doesn’t hold audiences. Larry says that attacking the Cardinal would be one way to get their hands on her bodyguard. Also a good way to get killed. In the end Izarak calls up Birdie and asks if she could keep an eye out whether the Cardinal leaves the planet. Birdie, happy to hear Izarak is alive and surprised to hear Izarak has other friends (when he explains he is going after a friend’s missing relative), agrees.

Izarak lets everyone know he has some business he needs to attend to and slips off. Coco decides to go check up on Vivek and the Wolves, and pretty quickly notices she is going in the same direction as Izarak, so she catches up to him. [INSERT #1]

So they’re off to the station. On their way there, Iris has a quick chat with Larry about the things they still need to do in the ship. She’s made a small bucket list, and can do two of the things (one on the way the station, other while on the station). Larry picks machine spirit appeasement and a new paint-job, so Iris gets to those with a little help from Alice.

They get to the station. Larry and Alice head out to see if they could locate Shanice’s ship. They come across it, and also a disgruntled Administratum parking officer, asking if they own the ship, as it should have been moved ages ago. Larry says he doesn’t, but he might like to buy it, if the owner doesn’t show up. He also has a little fun with the officer, pretending to be someone important and rich. They get the sense that Shanice might still be in the hanging-around area of the ship so they go there, where Coco and Izarak have already gone. The four meet up at the entrance of the bar, where Izarak and Coco were planning on asking about Ferrus Navrátil.

There’s people in the bar, mostly at the booths, and they seem to be avoiding a man sitting by the bar. Izarak approaches the barkeep and asks for Ferrus Navrátil, and the barkeep points at the man sitting at the bar, who turns to look at Izarak. He’s a man in his thirties, with a sickly look complete with grey-ish skin, blue-ish lips and scabs all across his face. The reason why people avoided him becomes clear as one can clearly spot a closed eyelid in the middle of his forehead. Ferrus comments on his years of avoiding Sunday service may have finally caught up with him, and Izarak lets him know that he’s not here for that, that Roberto Navaros sent them (how’s the old bastard? asks Ferrus, to which Izarak says he is fine). Izarak explains that they’re looking for Ada, and Ferrus says they should probably take a booth. They do (people clear one out as soon as Ferrus approaches).

Ferrus was not aware that Ada was kidnapped, mentioning that he talked with her when they ran into each other on the station. She seemed to be looking for someone, boys or girls Ferrus hazards. She did join up with the station’s own crazed preacher by the name Caprice Jastremski, which was a bit odd. Caprice is not an actual priest, but one of those people who are way into worshipping Sanguinius. Ada presumably left with her. Ferrus also mentions that another person was asking after Ada, a woman hiding her face and sporting two swords. Mysterious.

Larry asks whether Ferrus is on the job, and Ferrus mentions he is currently employed, though not particularly happy with his gig. Apparently he goes for the highest bidder, so if Larry has the money then he’s willing to jump ship. Larry says there may be some other benefits in working with him, and then winks. Ferrus smiles and lets him know that he doesn’t work with people he’s slept with, because it makes him feel cheap, and he is not cheap. But a quickie in the bathroom can happen if Larry finds another Navigator.

With that, the party shuffles off. They decide to go check Caprice’s apartment, which they find with its door ajar. It’s a small apartment with a mold problem. Inside they find the helmeted woman studying a wall with scribbles on it. The woman (who we later learn is called Lilith so that’s what I’ll use) may be surprised to see people (she’s wearing a helmet) (it’s hard to tell). Izarak explains that they’re looking for Ada, same as Lilith, so maybe they could work together. Lilith explains that she is not interested in Ada in particular, she is working for someone who is worried about the people Ada has managed to gather around her (points at wall), her apparent effect on people and what she might be looking for. Lilith is very very vague (her employer’s anonymity is apparently very important to her). Alice comments that she probably is very ugly under the helmet, which Izarak says is not very nice. Lilith doesn’t seem to mind. [Insert #2]

Izarak examines the wall. There are notes about angels (seems to be prayers), that turn into talks about “her” (“she can hear it” / “she can find it” type of stuff). There also some kind of a map, that seems to be pointing towards a mountain range near Izarak’s home village. He asks Lilith to join the party, which she agrees to. He also suggests they grab Ferrus, because having someone Ada knows and trusts with them might be prudent.

While they walk towards the bar, Larry has a quiet chat with Lilith. She had mentioned not being very familiar with the Imperial Faith, so he asks about that, whether she believes. She answers non-committal, saying she wasn’t really taught much about that in her home. Larry asks about her home, and she says it’s a planet called Athelaq, far from here. It was a beautiful planet, apparently though now war-torn. Coco pops into the conversation and asks whether she misses her home and she says doesn’t everyone. Coco says it depends on what one considers home. Larry even stealthily smells Lilith (leather and flowers).

Anyway, Izarak goes to the bar where Ferrus is playing solitaire alone. Izarak asks him to join up, saying that Roberto can pay for his time. Ferrus mentions again that he doesn’t like getting paid by people he’s slept with. Izarak goes “oh” and says he can pay for Ferrus himself (with money he got from Roberto, but still...). But Ferrus seems agreeable, mostly because he wants to help Ada. He asks Izarak to help him get off his current deal. So they go to the ship of Captain Carras. Ferrus lets her know that he is leaving because of a family emergency, to which the Captain shoots back that he doesn’t have a family, spitting out that he’s a lazy bum, as he ducks to go gather his stuff. Izarak explains the situation to the Captain, who complains that her Navigator is being stolen, and there’s no way he’ll be returning and she’ll be losing a lot of money. Izarak puts on his best priest-face and soon has the Captain blubbering apologies. Ferrus returns with a rucksack and some scrolls beneath his arm.

They all go back to the ship. Ferrus asks Izarak whether they need him for navigating (Izarak says no) and how the G’s are on Treshan (Izarak doesn’t know), as Ferrus apparently doesn’t do great with high gravity having lived on small ships most of his life. Back on the ship Larry approaches Lilith again, and says that he can’t help but think she is hiding something (her face for instance). She accuses him of attempting to find out too much and not offering much in turn, and then says she should get back to her notes.

Larry joins the others and voices her suspicions that something is up with Lilith, she’s weird, and, smells weird (have you been smelling her? - Noooo? - It’s good manners not to smell other people). Anyway, Larry has a gut feeling she might not be… entirely human. He wonders if that’s going to be a problem with Coco and his boyfriend. Coco shrugs and says maybe not, depends on the xenos? Anyway, Izarak says he’s certain she’s human (and Larry can see he is lying). Larry says to take Izarak’s word on this one.

Alice comments that she is more worried about their lazy Navigator. His former captain did call him a lazy bum. Larry agrees, he even asked not to do any navigating. Izarak says that at least Ferrus seemed motivated about finding Ada, and that’s what counts.

We have a bit of a Christmas break starting now, but next time, we’ll get to Treshan and maybe will find Ada Navaros and maybe find out what’s up with her? One of the three at least.

#nemo roleplays #long post #wag rp s2 #wag rp writeup #campaign tag: the story of a runaway girl #two new npcs im very fond off :P #who are both a bit hard to get to know #(lilith for frankly quite obvious reasons)#(ferrus bc he's not v social at least for the moment)#(might have something to do with being a lazy bum) :P #and more interesting npcs coming up #im v happy about ada's stuff #i think it's p cooool #ill leave you with that for the next three weeks

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siriussly-serious · 6 years ago

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So...I was minding my own business, and all of a sudden out of nowhere this bumble bee buzzed in through my window, and he threatened to sting me if I didn’t write this fic....so...to save us both...I wrote some Xenophilius and Kingsley fluff.

NOW...before you even THINK about saying anything...I love a rare pair okay. I can’t help myself.

Okay so maybe I didn’t save the life of a bee...I’m just weird....anyway...

Enjoy. Or don’t. That’s fine too.

When Pandora died, Xenophilius didn’t react in the way that people thought he would. When describing him, it was impossible to leave out how eccentric he was, and it bled through to his emotions. By no means was he overly emotional, but he certainly didn’t subscribe to the idea that men needed to be made of stone. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t help but doing th epolar opposite at the funeral. In all honesty, he wasn’t entirely sure what to feel. He’d loved this woman with all of his heart. She didn’t care that he sang to his plants or if he danced barefoot in the garden on the weekends, and she never batted an eyelid when he kept troll spit in the fridge beside the milk. She was his and he was absolutely hers, and then one day, she was gone. That was the only day he’d ever worn all black. He’d tried to smile for Luna’s sake, but he couldn’t keep it up. He didn’t quite remember when he took himself away from everyone celebrating Pandora’s life in the living room, but before he knew it, the sun was coming up and he’d been sat in the garden, crosslegged behind a rosebush the entire time. Kingsley’s sudden presence almost made him flinch in surprise. He’d have loved to return the soft smile, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead he found himself just staring up at the man, stoic as he had been the entire day. The last thing Kingsley wanted was to give him ‘that look’. It wasn’t fair. Most people hated sympathy and the puppy dog eyes wouldn’t help anyone, so instead he took a seat beside the other man and pulled in a deep breath. Xeno made a mental note to remember the usual scene. The stunning shades of deep blue that seemed to swirl over the fabric of Kingsley’s waistcoat didn’t seem right being so close to the ground, and yet…

“That was a beautiful service, Xen.”

“Thank you, Kingsley.”

A moment of silence passed and then he spoke again.

“It’s peaceful out here.”

“I come here when the Wrackspurt’s start buzzing around.”

“Am I interrupting?”

“Hm? Oh, no. I think you might have frightened it away.”

It’d be a lie if Kingsley were to say that he understood absolutely everything Xenophilius ever said, but understand them or not, he certainly enjoyed them. The corners of his mouth turned up in a way that he hoped wasn’t too patronising, and with a soft grunt he pressed the palm of one hand into the grass to push himself back up to his feet.

“Come on. You should get some rest.”

“But Luna -“

“Is asleep. Tucked in safe and sound.”

“Oh…well the house is -“

“Clean and tidy. Kettle charmed to stay hot.”

“Kingsley…”

There it was. Those fabled emotions that Xenophilius was known for. Over the years, the two hadn’t exactly been the best of friends, but things change. When The Order was formed, it seemed as though the children that’d all gone to school together had stopped existing and had been replaced with adults. If adulthood was having to bury the people you loved, Xeno wanted absolutely nothing to do with it. Begrudgingly, he gracefully eased himself up to his feet. Soles pressing into the soft grass as he guided himself up without the use of his hands.

“Since the kettle is already ready, would you like some tea?”

Kingsley had learnt from experience to never agree to a cup of tea offered to him by Xenophilius Lovegood, but in this case, he’d politely nod and follow the man inside. It was Luna who first realised that the two had been spending more and more time together. She’d bought her dinner plate over to the kitchen, pausing to look over at Kingsley who was in the midst of preparing desert.

“I think it’s nice that you make daddy happy.”

For a moment, the man hadn’t been entirely sure what to say and when he’d lifted his eyes to find Xenophilius for some sort of help, the man was nowhere to be seen. He was good at that. Just slipping away without anyone noticing. It really was a talent. An infuriating talent.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed.”

“No, I’m not I just…did he…say something?”

“He didn’t have to. Everything smells yellow when you’re around. That’s his favourite colour. He’s happy. With you.”

Almost as if he were summoned, the sound of Xeno’s bare feet sounded in the room. Half of the long wavy blonde locks pulled up into a bun at the top of his head, held in place by his wand. In one swift motion, he’d pulled the length of wood out of his hair, letting his hair fall about his shoulders, and charmed the record player to fill the space with an upbeat vinyl. Before Kingsley had a moment to gauge what was happening, Luna had skipped across the room and the two were dancing around each other. It really was a sight to see. Luna would bow, Xeno would curtsey and crouch low enough for her to be able to twirl him. It was hardly graceful, but Kingsley couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“Come and dance with us!”

“Kingsley does not dance, sweetheart.”

“Now, hold on. I can dance.”

“You absolutely can not.”

“I can, thank you very much.”

That was an absolute lie, and the second the words came out of his mouth, he knew it’d been a mistake. That being said, if there was anything that Kingsley was not, it was a man who went back on his word. So he forced aside the sensation of his stomach falling into his polished boots and stepped forward to try and mimic what he thought seemed like an appropriate way to dance. Needless to say, it was hardly his best work. Luna was giggling into her hands, and Xeno swayed his hips watching in the hopes that Kingsley might eventually find the rhythm. No such luck.

“You look like you have had a run-in with a Heliopath.”

“Well I thought I was doing quite well. Luna?”

In turn Luna snorted out another laugh, head dipping forward and sending a few strands of her pale blonde hair into her eyes. Xeno set the wand down, stepping in closely and bringing his hands up to rest on Kingsley’s waist. When the next song started, he felt tender hands guide his hips to the beat of the music. His eyes instinctively lowered to the grip, but when he lifted them again, he was caught by the bright eyes lingering on his own.

“Like this?”

“Much better. Is it not, Luna?”

When the question was greeted by silence, neither man had to turn and look to know that she’d inherited her father’s ability to slip out of any room with barely a sound. Without a thought, Kingsley’s eyes momentarily snapped down to Xeno’s mouth, where his teeth caught caught his bottom lip. That simple glance was all the encouragement Xeno needed to tip forward and connect their lips in a tender kiss. While the kiss didn’t come as a surprise, how easily Kingsley felt himself melt into it certainly was. One hand came up to push through the blonde locks and settle at the nape of Xeno’s neck, and in turn, the other pulled them closer together. Without realising it at that point, Xenophilius had found another person who would cradle him when one of his plants died and wordlessly move the toad bile when it was in the way of the milk.

#My writing #hp rp community #xenophilius Lovegood #Kingsley Shaklebolt #The dialogue in this is...weird...but they both use words in a horrible way #Don't @ me #Also...what is this ship called?#Kingslius #Xenly #Shaklegood #Lovebolt #Wait....#I'm into lovebolt #Ohhhh it's so soft #You can't stop me #LOVEBOOOLLTTT

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please-dont-hurt-me · 7 years ago

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Who The Hell Is Kevin

Minor warning: there is a crossover because not only is this fluff, angst, but it is also crack. Day 3: Comfort.

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“I’m just so surprised that they wanted me to lecture there.” Bruce said excitedly as he shrugged himself into the formal blazer that Tony had bought for him after one sleepless night watching binge watching Queer eye.

“I don’t know why you’re surprised,” Thor reached over to softly wrap his hand around Bruce’s tie to pull Bruce into a deep, gentle, and loving kiss before he pulled away and smiled. “You are the leading scientist in regard to Gamma radiation and Asgardian specific Xenobiology and Xeno-anthropology. You’re so brilliant and they’re lucky to hear you speak.”

Bruce blushed but rolled his eyes. He leaned back into Thor to meet him halfway for another kiss. “Yeah, but I never thought I would be able to lecture at my old college.”

Thor laughed and tugged on his own formal attire, “That’s true but you never thought Aliens could exist and yet here we are.”

Bruce giggled as he agreed, “Here we are indeed.”

Thor leaned in for another kiss but then Bruce’s phone started ringing in his pocket. Bruce pulled the phone out and jabbed the green button.

“What?” Bruce asked rather harshly, blushing from the interruption.

“Don’t act like that, Mad scientist number 2, you told me to make sure you get out of the door. Also, did you drop Jodie off yet or is Happy just taking his time?” Tony’s voice rang out of the phone.

Thor and Bruce groaned in unison. They had asked him to do that. But now they were kind of regretting it, though it was good that he had followed through on the promise since they might have not gotten out of the house at all.

“We’re heading out right now.” Bruce blatantly lied into the phone as he wrestled his feet into his dress shoes. “And yes we have, she’s been out of the house for the past five minutes. ”

“Uh-huh, sure you are.” Tony said so blandly and clearly unconvinced. Bruce obviously couldn't see Tony, but he could almost see Tony looking at his well-manicured nails in a sense of boredom.

Bruce ignored it and grabbed his keys from the mantel piece. “Yeah, yeah. Well, call you later.”

He waved to Thor, mouthing ‘Let’s go’ and Thor nodded.

Tony laughed in Bruce’s ear. “Yeah, Biday nichchhi.”

Bruce huffed in amusement as he opened the door and held it open for his husband, “Bengali?”

Thor passed him and gave him a kiss on the cheek before stealing the keys out of his hand and heading towards the car.

Tony laughed again, "Ever since Hulk cursed at me in Portuguese during the last mission, I needed to figure out what else you could speak.”

Thor beeped open the car and sat in the driver’s seat. Bruce locked the door behind him and smiled. “Have fun with that, Bhalo theko.” Bruce said and then hung up. He hurried himself down the stairs and sat himself in the passenger seat.

He turned to Thor and smiled at how ... human his husband looked in the formal clothes. Thor usually had a godly air about him with his royal armor and stuff. And while that was attractive, Bruce liked this side as well.

Thor smiled at his approving gaze but looked away to focus on the road.

“Now we take our leave, kjæresten min.” Thor said as he drove out of the driveway and to the road.

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Bruce and Thor rushed into the hall.

They were a bit late. Bruce will admit it. Though there was no way that this was his or Thor’s fault, it was bad traffic and bad parking. In hindsight, they probably should have gotten a lyft or whatever.

But that wasn't important, what was important was finding room 327.

They were in the right hall, Bruce was sure of it, but there were so many goddamn doors. Each one had a different number and some of them shared a classroom.

Bruce was growing impatient. And anxious. His hands were probably growing greener by the second.

“Excuse me, are you Doctor Bruce Banner?” A small voice asked, which led to both Thor and Bruce turning abruptly to see a young latina woman.

“Yes, I am, and you are?” Bruce asked nervously, Thor grabbed his hand and squeezed his hand.

“I am Professor Alexandria Flores.” The woman smiled sweetly at Bruce before looking at Thor and seemed quite confused when she said, “Kevin what are you doing here? When I asked you if you were coming to the lecture, you said that you were going on a date? And you never told me you knew Doctor Banner.”

Bruce blinked and looked around but there was no one but Bruce, Thor, and the professor. Who was Kevin?

Before Bruce could voice his confusion, Thor step forward and greeted the professor in a very not-Thor kind of way. ” Oh yeah. About that... My date cancelled on me and Bruce here offered me to come to a lecture though I didn’t realize that it was the same event that you invited me to. Sorry ‘bout that.”

That was so put together, Bruce almost believed it. Which was weird because Thor isn't usually this good of a liar, given how he folded whenever Bruce raised an eyebrow at him at the slightest lie of omission or white lie.

Professor Flores waved of Thor’s apology. “It’s no bother Kevin, life happens.”

Bruce looked back and forth between the two people in front of, equally confused. But Thor patted his shoulder and gave him a face that Bruce assumed to say, ‘we’ll talk later’. “We should go to the lecture hall; can you guide us there?”

“Certainly.” Professor Flores said and led the two of them to a door and into a large lecture hall.

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Bruce finished his presentation less focused than he had been originally. His brain just kept going back to the conversation in the hallway.

Did she make a mistake between Thor and this Kevin? Was there a clone epidemic? Was there someone who looked like him that was being called something bland like David? Why did Thor respond? Did Thor follow some of the Avenger’s example and get a secret identity?

Bruce felt his eye twitch with the enormous effort not to look at his Husband. What the fuck, Thor?

Originally, he had a couple more jokes in his presentation and more minutes for questions. But after the hallway incident, he made time for 3 jokes and 3 questions with decent answers, not as short as Bruce would have had if he had less self-control.

He looked at Thor and grabbed his hand, starting to walk out but ended up bumping into professor Flores. He smiled at her and hoped his teeth didn’t looked like a threat display. He had a habit of doing that when he was stressed. “Thank you, Professor, for allowing this to happen but we have to go.”

She smiled kindly at him, so he wasn’t giving her chimpanzee fuck-off face (with green veins courtesy of Hulk). Thank god that wouldn’t be easy to explain to Avengers PR (a.e Tony). “It was a pleasure Doctor Banner. It was nice to see you too, Kevin.”

Before Thor (or Kevin) could answer, Bruce pulled his arm. “Sorry, but there is something we have to get to. He’s got a doctor’s appointment at 9 in the morning and it’s already 8 pm. So, we should go.”

He didn't stay long to see whatever face that Professor Flores made.

He dragged his very heavy husband to the car and look at him dead in the eye. “We’re going to go home, I’m going to drink a pot of chamomile tea and eat some of the fudge you made, and then you’re going to tell me who on earth is Kevin. Because right now, my bets are either on pod people or clones.”

Thor smiled, “I will.”

“Okay. Thanks.” Bruce groaned and then lightly hit his head on the steering wheel (he didn’t want to accidently honk right now, that would have been embarrassing). He shifted his head to look at Thor from the steering wheel. “Sorry for being weird in there. I just wanted to go home and figure out what’s going on.”

Thor’s eye softened. “Let’s go home and I’ll explain.”

Bruce lifted his head, nodded, and put the keys in the ignition. They start the drive back home in friendly silence until Thor turns on Npr. Bruce lets himself turn over their shared words on the familiar road home, letting them settle halfway there, and chuckling at joke on the radio.

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But by the time that they’re both back home, Bruce is back to confused and slightly stressed.

He took a breather like Thor had suggested when they had crossed the threshold. He had sat down in the large comfy couch that Thor had brought home one day. He held his head in his hand and started doing a breathing exercise.

After 20 minutes, he almost felt completely calm and then he heard a scraping sound and looked up to see Thor gently pushing the coffee table in front of him. He looked at the table to find a Hulk sized cup of tea, a pan of fudge, and a (very new) weighted blanket.

He remembered his comment in the car that was soon followed by babble about bets and pod people, and he felt himself melt into the couch. “You remembered.”

“Of course, I remembered.” Thor said softly after he had kissed Bruce’s forehead gently. “Drink this for a little bit. I put some honey in it.”

Bruce smiled while he sipped the not-too-hot tea. He watched his husband walk around the room and do various tasks, like dimming the lights and turning off the radio in the other room. Bruce smiled. His husband. God, he loved saying it and thinking that. His husband. Bruce giggled softly, not even going to deny it.

He just loves Thor so much.

Thor hadn’t always been this... perfect, when dealing with Bruce’s issues. He had become frozen before or tried to hug him. Well at first. When Bruce had explained, he was better. He had learned when to back off and when to comfort. But this, Bruce thought as he took another sip, this was a new development.

Thor sat down on the couch, though he was a foot away from him which was sweet (they had a big couch because they frequently had more than three guests over at a time). “Do you want to talk about it?”

Bruce nodded and took another sip of his tea, setting down the mug for a second, then picking up the weighted blanket and putting it over his shoulder. He picked up the mug again, taking a sip before he said, “Yeah, it would be nice to know what Professor Flores meant when she called you Kevin.”

Thor nodded softly. “I will, but I must warn you: it’s quite a long story.”

Bruce chuckled and shook his head. “Our entire life is just one complicated long story. I’m a radioactive semi-sane scientist with a habit of seeing green instead of red and you’re an alien god who can control the weather.”

Thor chuffed and tapped the couch three times. I love you. “I know, but I warned you.”

Bruce smiled and tapped back, I love you. “I’m listening, so explain to me why you all of a sudden have a secret identity that neither Shield or your husband, me, know about and give some context into how you know a teacher at my alma mater.”

Thor bit his lip and looked up, probably trying to remember the specifics. “Okay... so you know how you weren’t here because you landed on Sakaar.”

Bruce lifted an eyebrow. “Yes. I’m very aware of this.”

Thor smiled at him and tapped again. “Okay, so before Steve meeting his brother-in-arms and The Avenger’s First Breakup (or whatever in the nine realms that was), I was bored and visited Tony. He made a reference about me being a blond man of steel. I didn't know what that was, but Steve did. So then there was a movie marathon and a lot of comic store raids.”

Bruce looked at Thor in disbelief. “So, you decided to get a secret identity after reading comics and binge watching the Superman movies? ... Even that one with Batman that Tony showed me?”

Thor clenched his teeth in embarrassment. “.... Bruce, it wasn't just that. It sounds very silly now that you say it like that. There’s more to it.”

Bruce laughed. “Sorry. Please explain why you became Clark Kent and how you know the Professor?”

Thor was quiet for a moment before saying, “The secret identity has a lot behind it so you will have to wait for how it ties into present times. But I will get to it in good time, please be patient my love.”

Bruce should not be melting this much; his husband was a health hazard. Bruce’s heart was going to explode. Bruce tried to mask how much that pet name got to him by softly saying, “I’ll try.”

Thor nodded and then continued where he left off before Bruce interrupted him.

“And I found myself bored. Often. There were missions, but they were few and far between, our teammates were drifting and starting to lose contact with me, Jane was busy with getting a new grant and I had been explicitly instructed not to distract her, Daryll told me to leave after five months, and I was an irresponsible prince who was avoiding Asgard and my father. So, I tried asking Tony if he knew anything that I could distract me with. He was busy in his lab like he was after Ultron, so Pepper told me to act human and get a job.”

Bruce nodded, “And that’s where the identity came from.”

Thor nodded before continuing, “Pepper made it look like I was a.... how did Tony put it.... Oh yes! He called me a ‘trust fund kid working on an bachelors in the arts at some off brand Ivy league school with my daddy’s money.’ ”

Bruce laughed, that definitely sounded like Tony. “Takes one to know one.”

Thor nodded, his grin getting bigger by the minute. “That’s what Pepper said. But then nothing happened with any kind of job since I didn't know how to make a resume or know how to do anything with modern electronics. I told Darcy about it and she laughed at first but then a couple of months later, she sent me an ad for a receptionist that was made by a group called the Ghostbusters. Darcy told me that she knew one of them, Erin gilbert, a brilliant professor in Quantum physics but got fired due to a viral video and a book that she co-wrote about ghosts. ”

Thor paused there, clearly expecting a reaction.

Well, Bruce is going to give one.

“Doctor Gilbert got fired? Ghosts? Are you sure?” He asked and raised his eyebrow.

Erin gilbert was one of his friends (or classmates, they didn’t talk much especially after January of junior year and Bruce has a sneaking suspicion that Joey was the cause of it) who was in one of his 3-hour long classes when he was working on his first degree. She was always very shy and twitchy. People seem to always make fun of her, for either something to do with ghosts or because they thought she was queer.

Thor nodded. “Yes, she did, but she ended up having a better time out of the school.”

“How do you know-” Bruce spluttered before sighing. “you took the job, didn’t you? How did that even happen.”

“She had put out an ad for a receptionist and also sent it to people she knew to try and get help. So, I ended up in a Chinese restaurant, telling them that I came in for the job and got it with my pretty face.” Thor grinned at Bruce.

Bruce laughed before lightly hitting Thor on the shoulder. “You did not!”

“I did. I was kind of an idiot at playing human. I didn’t know how to answer the phone or anything. And it was kind of apparent with how Erin kept looking at me.” Thor said and looked ... like how Jennifer always felt when a guy cat called her. “It was odd... but it ended up being fine after she and Holtz got together. But that’s not the point. I got possessed by a evil ghost and then tried to start the apocalypse. ”

Thor smiled at the last bit, so Bruce is going to focus on the other parts of that sentence. He took a sip. “... Ghosts?”

Thor nodded quite sagely, “Ghosts.”

Bruce nodded, still mulling it over. “I can see why you told me that it was a long story. Wait a second, you got possessed?”

Thor shrugged. “Yeah it was really weird, it took over my body and killed a bunch of people. It was weird, and the ghost apparently was a ‘sexist asshole’, so that was a disturbing experience.”

He blinked. Thor smiled. Bruce nodded slower, getting more and more confused by the minute. “Okay... continue I guess.”

“Uhm. Alright, so I was their receptionist before the dreams started.” Thor said and then stopped. A glassy look in his eyes.

Bruce tapped his shoulder. “The dreams?”

Thor blinked, coming back to himself. He nodded. “I didn’t know it at the time, but I started to see variations of Ragnarök. I saw Sutur, flames encircling Asgard’s highest towers, Baldur falling to the ground and staining it with blood and his eyes glazing over. I saw Loki and Heimdall fall to dust, the world eating giants at war with father, and a giant wolf eating the sun. I saw Asgard’s reckoning, so I took a pause at playing human and went to stop it. And ended up bringing it.”

Bruce put his hand on Thor’s shoulder and put his mug down. “Thor...”

Thor hummed.

“I know it’s not my fault, not entirely. But I was a part of it and Asgard had almost completed it’s fall before we arrived to stop Hela. She and her undead army killed over 65% of the realm. We saved my people from certain death, and yet... we are now so few.” He ran his hand through his short hair. That’s not a good sign.

“No.” Bruce said. He grabbed Thor’s hands and replaced them with his own two.

Thor blinked, his eye shining with unshed tears. “What.”

Bruce pulled Thor over (apparently a smaller difference than he originally thought) and pressed his forehead to Thor’s. “I know it’s probably due time for an angst fest on your end after all this time listening to me and you definitely need it. But you were in no way responsible for Ragnarök. You didn't tell Odin to cage Hela, you didn’t make the prophecy, you’ve loved everyone and tried to appeal to their better nature. I love you and you are the reason that Asgard still lives. Heimdall said that Asgard is a people, not a place. And you’ve saved them from extinction. You are not a bad person. ”

Thor sniffed and brought one of his hands out of his lap to wipe his eye.

“Thank you, my dearest love. I needed that.” He then made a face. “I was supposed to be comforting you, not the other way around.”

Bruce smiled and kissed Thor’s forehead as he intertwined his hands with his husband’s. “That’s what marriage is, supporting each other through the bits where we remember our tragic backstories like young adult characters. Now, can you please explain how this relates back to why a teacher of my alma mater knows your secret identity.”

Thor sighed and leaned back. “I’m trying. So.... after Ragnarök but before we landed on earth. It was one of the first nights where we started sleeping in the same bed and... you started screaming on the top of your lungs about not meaning to break something, and you started to turn green. I woke you up quickly, but Joey took control.”

That’s a surprise.

“He asked me for a cigarette and told me it usually took the edge off when you had a nightmare that had your dad in it. He explained something that your brain tried to forget, and he told me how he was made from violence that your father had caused. So, when you came back to your body.... I just felt so helpless. You were so close to me and was able to help me whenever I had nightmares, but I couldn't do anything to help any of you.” Thor said, looking so sad. So helpless.

Bruce made a small whimper at the back of his throat. No, he hated when Thor looked like that. It made him want to yell at whoever caused it but Bruce can only yell at himself so much before Thor notices.

Thor looked at Bruce with his singularly beautiful blue eye full of such sadness and fondness. “Don't make that noise, you know that you didn’t like to open up and I was slightly clueless on how to help. My forms of helping would have been physical contact and that’s not the best course of action given your past. ”

Bruce keened as he forced himself not to melt. “Honey-”

But Thor cut him off.

“So, when I we got back to earth and figured out how to integrate Asgard with Midgard successfully, I asked Tony if there was anything he would suggest and he suggested taking some courses on Psychology. And I took the advice. I applied for a university that was close and got a major in Psychology and worked when you had work, so you wouldn't realize that I was gone. Professor Flores is one of my teachers and helped me with some of the technically stuff. I sometimes go back to help Erin and her friends with their work to have some spare pocket money.”

Bruce felt his jaw drop. God, he loved this sappy, handsome, thoughtful god. Forget trying not to melt, Thor would have to clean him out of the couch since he had turned into Liquid Banner. Extra radiation.

He squeezed nine times. I love you, I love you, I love you. Bruce smiled at Thor with almost lovestruck awe. “.... what did I do to deserve you, you perfect alien god with a heart made of something clearly purer than love.”

Thor smiled and used his free hand to push a piece of hair out of Bruce’s face. He returned Bruce’s delicate and gentle kiss to his forehead, like he was some fairy princess giving a favor to a knight. “You were just as you always are; selfless, kind, charming, and world endingly handsome

He keened again and grabbed Thor’s face and planted a kiss firmly on Thor’s lips before going on to shower the rest of his face. “Jesus Christ, you are so-”

Kiss. “Goddamn sappy-”

Kiss. Firm kiss. Oh, French kiss? God damn Bruce loves Thor so much.

He pulled away. “I love you so goddamn much”

Thor looked at him, smiling like Bruce had given him a constellation, hung the moon, and had gotten him a horse. So goddamn sappy. “I love you as well.”

Bruce chuckled on his way to another kiss on that perfect face.

“Wait, I thought of something funny.” He giggled against Thor’s lips.

Thor’s eye came back from his lips, still half-lidded. His voice was quite low and deep when asked, “What is it?”

Bruce pulled away a couple of millimeters and grinned, “Isn't this a conflict of interests?”

Thor groaned but then chuckled. He looked at Bruce with the same adoring gaze. "Well I’m not a licensed psychologist and you’re not my client. So, short answer, no.”

Bruce giggled before closing the distance.

“Thank god.” He whispered against Thor’s lips and didn’t speak for the rest of the night.

#thorbruce #thorbruce week #ghostbusters #long post #mlm #gay as shit #its 7 oclock somewhere thats not philly

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crimsonrevolt · 7 years ago

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Congratulations Leah you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Xenophilius Lovegood!

↳ please refer to our character checklist

To get a Pandora and a Xeno all in one day...! I don’t think my heart can take it. Xeno is always a beloved character and you’ve written him so well in your application that we just cannot wait to see what you do with him. Also thank you Taylor for dragging her here! *your faceclaim change to Austin Butler has been accepted

application beneath the cut

OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION

I’m Leah, 25, and I use female pronouns and live in EST

ACTIVITY

I’d say about a 7. I do have a full-time job, but I’m usually able to be around some evenings and weekends

HOW DID YOU FIND US?

Welllll…I happen to know Taylor and she may or may not have drug me here

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST?

Look, I know this is going to sound like a line given who I’m applying for, but honestly, it’s always been Luna. I’ve always been a Ravenclaw and always known that and was always really disappointed that really in the books (at the beginning) the only character we had was Cho. But then Luna was introduced and I was just so happy. She’s my little Ravenclaw baby and she’s so weird and bizarre and just owns that that’s who she is. The year she was introduced in the books, I made my parents buy me a Harry Potter robe, printed out a Ravenclaw emblem, hot glued it over he Gryffindor emblem, and dawned earrings of a crab grabbing onto a foot and went as Luna for Halloween. I just love how intelligent and eccentric, but also how good and loyal she is. It’s always been her above anyone else that I relate to.

ANYTHING ELSE?

Nothing I can think of :)

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER

Xenophilius Hezekiah Lovegood

Xenophilius knows their name is obnoxiously long. Nicknames are going to happen, it’s only natural with a name like Xenophilius, really. They don’t mind and they don’t really mind why you call them—Xeno, Xen, Philly, even Lovey if you wan to take something from their last name. But DO NOT, under any circumstances, ever call him Phil. Just. Don’t. Do it.

Additionally, being demi-male (see more later), he tends to use Xeno more when feeling masculine and Xen when feeling agendered.

FACE CLAIM

I’d really, really love Austin Butler (first choice) or Toby Regbo for Xen. I’m not against Jamie, but his tendency to play villains/assholes makes it a little harder for me to see him as Xeno

REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER

As stated above, I really, really love Luna which makes Xen an obvious choice. I’m also a Ravenclaw, so I feel like I have that tie to him. I started looking through the characters and there were probably a half a dozen I started looking at, but Xen just started talking to me before I even read all the way through their bio. I love that he’s kind of wild and crazy and just free. They believe fully in being whoever you are and not letting anyone stop you, unless of course you’re hurting someone else. They’re incredibly intelligent and driven to always know more and investigate more. I also see him as horribly loyal. Few people take the time to get to know Xen or become friends with them. But those that do gain a fierce friend.

I think an important thing to know about the Xen we’ll see in game play is that they’re not the same Xeno we see in the books. In the books, he’s a lot more unhinged (for lack of a more fitting word), a lot more willing to throw anyone under the bus for the sake of his daughter. But I think a lot of that comes from losing Pandora. He’s been in the midst of a war for the better part of 20 years, his wife died at her own hands (even if by accident) and there was nothing he could do to stop it, the wizarding community as a whole believes him entirely delusional, really the only thing he has is his daughter who’s taken by death eaters. A lot of what is seen in the books comes from all that trauma. He’s eccentric in the current timeline becomes craziness. His protectiveness of his friends becomes a willingness to go against even is own principles to save his daughter. His laid back, open-minded demeanor has morphed into something that’s jarring to most people. At their roots, the personality of current Xen is still very much the same as Xeno in the books, but the way it manifests itself is much more dialed back. Xen is a little more in line with their daughter now, rather than the more extreme manifestation they become in their older years.

PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS

End-game for Xen is definitely Pandora. With how much we see that they love her in the books, I can’t imagine it any other way. That being said, I’m more than open to exploring other relationships with other characters. Xen is also definitely pansexual. They’re a person who loves love and acceptance and openness and not closing yourself off to anything for any reason so I can’t imagine them being anything other than pan.

When it comes to romance and sex, well Xeno actually has far more experience in the latter. He’s had his fair share hook ups—with parties of both genders and have they explored outside human/wizard species…well maybe. But romance? Honestly, Xen considers themselves lucky to have friends. They aren’t going to push anything more. They rather like the idea of falling in love, having some little house somewhere surrounded by plants. But love and romance at this point are more ideas to Xen than they are reality. If it happens, it does, and he’ll be more than happy with it. If it doesn’t..then they’ll just adopt a house-full of creatures and live happily ever after with them.

Xen identifies as demi-male with a bit of genderfluidity behind it, using both male and agendered pronouns. Gender is just another construct and they suppose they align more with male than female if they have to choose. That being said, the never-ending comments about being feminine for their long hair and tendency to wear far too many accessories never bothered him either. Use what pronouns you will with them, none of them really matter. Xen has far more important things to worry themselves with.

CREATE ONE (OR MORE!) OF THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR CHARACTER:

-AN AESTHETIC

Pinterest for Xeno can be found here

-A PLAYLIST

Playlist for Xeno can be found here

-A FEW HEADCANONS

Xen’s crowning achievement of their Hogwarts years is sabotaging the Slytherin Quidditch team. It wasn’t about winning a game or the house points—Xen couldn’t care less about Quidditch really and the house tournament always seemed rather trivial to them. No, the Slytherin team was being rather awful to a group of first year Hufflepuff girls and someone had to put an end to it. So right before the Slytherin/Gryffindor game, Xeno may have enchanted all their brooms to give them all a horrible case of jock itch.

When Xeno wasn’t trying to sneak into the Restricted Section of the Hogwarts Library or wondering off into the Forbidden Forest, you could usually find them at the lake. It was a nice relaxing place and a good place to get high without the professors catching you. There was, of course, also the giant squid. Xen named him Sqedward and tried desperately to train him. Much to Xen’s dismay, the squid never did listen, no matter what they tried, and their dreams of riding the great beast as Muggles do dolphins at Sea World were thwarted.

Xeno isn’t sure how to feel about all the violence Aversio has been using lately. They’re not much prone to violence themselves and tend to take less traditional approaches when push comes to shove (see above). They don’t necessarily support just how violent the group is being, but they know something needs to be done given the state of the wizarding world and their Muggle relations. Sure, it’s nice the Order exists, but just talking about making change isn’t enough. You have to do something for anything to happen. Maybe Aversio’s path isn’t the right one, but it’s the best path available at the current time, so he’s going to take it.

Xeno has an extremely deep love of New Scamander. They think he’s absolutely brilliant. Living a life searching out and findings and treating and fighting for and writing about magical creatures, it just sounds like an absolute dream. Xen’s copy of Fantastic Beasts long ago had to be enchanted so the pages wouldn’t fall apart from wear and there’s paragraphs of notes scribbled into the margins. If they cared less about trying to make a difference for humans, they would almost certainly become a magizoologist, but there’s far too much work to be done getting humans to care about each other before trying to get them to care for creatures. Not that that puts any damper on Xen’s love of all things animal, vegetable, and mineral and his extraordinary adoration of his hero. The day Luna brought home a Scamader was damn near the proudest day of his whole life.

(Note: I saw you guys have a profession list and picked on that feels the most fitting for a young Xeno. I’m more than open to adjusting to fit your views/group needs for job positions.) Xeno currently works at the Daily Prophet. Sure, it’s corrupt and what they’re printing is hardly the truth, but Xen is convinced they’ll be able to change it from the inside out if only they try hard enough. They thought if they joined the Prophet they’d be able to print articles to change minds and change the ideals of the paper’s staff. So far it doesn’t seem to be going anywhere though. Most of his articles wind up getting cut out of the paper and the editor is scolding him more than publishing him. It’s starting to get frustrating, but they’re still holding out hope to make a difference. (The Quibbler will still be founded at a later date when Xen can no longer deny that they aren’t making any impact at the Prophet. Or possibly the Quibbler is founded as an Aversio propaganda paper that either uses Xen’s eccentric interests as a way to send veiled/coded messages to members or it just simply morphs into something entirely different as the war winds down and after Pandora’s death becoming the zany brain child seen in the books.)

Xenophilius sends Howlers quite frequently to anyone in the select group they consider friends. They’re not angry, no, of course not, that’s just now who he is. But there’s just something about a talking/screaming message that simply conveys things written letters can’t. Hand written messages just aren’t…dramatic emphatic enough.

More often than not, when writing Xen tends to dictate out loud to an enchanted quill while pacing around the room and keeping their hands busy.

Xen is a lover of accessories and is rarely without at least half a dozen rings between their two hands.

Xeno is a babbler. Bring up any topic he’s half interested in with anyone willing to even half pretend to be half listening and he’ll babble on endlessly about most anything. Their speech patters tend to involve long drawn out sentences that can be a bit hard to follow.

A few quick facts about their family: Their dad is a wizard while their mum is a muggle. Their father isn’t entirely supportive of their (for the time) progressive gender and sexual identities—the older Lovegood doesn’t necessarily scorn it or treat their child poorly, but he just doesn’t get it. Xen is an only child.

He brought a toad with him for his years at Hogwarts named Wartly. He talks to him a lot and even created a miniature, functional piano for the little guy to enjoy, fully infuriating most all of the Ravenclaw house as the toad would “play” at all hours of the night and Xen did absolutely nothing to “restrict the creature’s right to freedom of expression.”

Two brief headcanons about Xen as an adult that likely won’t have an impact on game play but I can’t shake:

Xen often calls his wife Panda Bear and his daughter his Little Moon

Xen’s knowns about the Deathly Hallows for quite some time, but the reason he carries so much information about them in Harry’s time is because of Pandora. After her death, Xenophilus poured himself into a way to bring back the love of his life. He’s still certain the only thing that could bring her back. He never managed it and maybe that’s for the best, but his knowledge of the Hallows comes down to his longing to bring back Panda.

Connections: (These are a few ideas for connections, all pending approval of the characters’ respective players and naturally his connections aren’t limited to these, but it’s a jumping off point and a look into how he relates to others)

Marlene—Marlene and Xen easily go back to their early Hogwarts days. She’s one of his best friends and one of few that can fully stomach everything that is the complexity of Xenophilius Lovegood. She’s a pub buddy and his go to for someone to smoke with. No one makes them smile and laugh quite the way Marlene can—even if they both spend just as much time rolling their eyes at one another.

The Black Family—The Black Family as a whole is just…distasteful to Xeno. They’re the perfect portrait of everything wrong in the wizarding community. They can’t stand them. Even Sirius, who’s long been a member of the Order and Aversio, Xen can’t quite bring themselves to fully trust—can someone truly disconnect so completely from a family so deeply tainted? The Blacks are violent and bigoted power hungry. Despite his typically warm personality, he’s often notably cold to the Black family and their backwards ways.

Rita—A fellow wizarding journalist, Xen and Rita have always been in the same circles. It doesn’t make them friends though. They have very different world views. She’s the kind who is actually published by the Prophet—though really he can’t see why as so many of her article are full of half-truths and exaggerations. Xeno is always trying to get her to write something good. Something worth her time. Something valuable and positive. It hasn’t worked thus far, so for the time being they’re really just rivals at best.

Arthur—Arthur Weasley is something of a treasure to Xen. They both have immense loves for things that no one else can quite fully appreciate. And sure, they don’t always have interest in the same sorts of things, but there is something nice about finding someone how loves loving things the way you do. The two can sit and babble on for hours, neither really saying anything relating to what the other’s just said and neither really minding because at least someone is finally listening to them.

Sybill—Sybill is so free and strange, just like himself and honestly, Xeno loves it. They always feel free to be unabashedly weird with her and it’s rather freeing. They’ve tried time and time again to get her to teach him divination. And she’s tried, she really has, but every time he fails to see anything of the future, he just tells her he’s failed to teach him properly rather than accept the fact that he’ll never have the affinity she does.

Lucius—Few people really truly get under Xenophilius’s skin quite the way Lucius does. He’s just so smug and so self-important and so sure he’s better than absolutely everyone when the reality is, he’s not. ‘Men’ who act like they are men, like they are more than what they are, when really, push comes to shove, they are nothing, are an utter frustration to Xeno. They’re very, very tempted to put him in his place and at some point, they just may. Someone needs to.

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

♔ If you were able to invent one spell, potion, or charm, what would it do, what would you use it for or how would you use it? Feel free to name it:

“One? Only one? Boiling down the entire universe worth of possibility into only one options?” Xen’s cheeks puff up as he lets out an exasperated and dramatic sigh. “Merlin’s beard, that’s a big question. Oi I suppose…something that would cause some kind of instant karmic retribution. Or perhaps a potion that allows you to know everything—absolutely everything, even if only for a while. Or what about the ability to see all creatures, even the invisible one or the ones that run away really fast. Or maybe-” They stop, suddenly realizing themselves and let out a small chuckle. “Well I suppose that’s more than one it’s it. It’s far too complex a question. You can’t honestly expect anyone to be able to give only one answer, it’s entirely unfair.”

♔ You have to venture deep into the Forbidden Forest one night. Pick one other character and one object (muggle or magical), besides your wand, that you’d want with you:

“Well it would certainly have to be Marlene to bring along with me, it’d be rather grate fun. We’d find some good trouble to get into. I mean not that we haven’t already found good trouble in the Forest. You know everyone is so against the centaurs and, no, they’re not the friendlies group, but they’re not all bad. Now what would I bring with me?” They pause for a moment contemplating. There were plenty of good things to bring, plenty of things they had dug up spending far too much time in parts of the library and personal tomes that they should have never laid their hands on. The Philosopher’s Stone came to mind. Or maybe the Hallows. But that wasn’t exactly information they thought best to share with anyone. “Hmm…perhaps a griffin. Or a phoenix. Maybe a Thestral—they just have bad reps you know. Oooo, or perhaps a Graphhorn. Sure they’re rather hard to find, but you didn’t specify the likelihood of being able to obtain said object before entering the forest with it.”

♔ What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make?

“Decisions in general are rather difficult I find. Even the most mundane ones. The world, by design, is full of choices and you’ll never be able to choose all of them—never. Isn’t that a thought?” As their words die off, their face gets an uncharacteristically morose look to it. “Those with gray morality, I suppose. Where right and wrong blend together and white and black are not so clear. When you know more needs to be done, but you aren’t sure the best path forward. The choices where there is no right and no wrong and yet someone could wind up hurt regardless. Those are the hardest.”

♔ What is one thing you would never want said about you?

“Most anything that could be said about me has already been said. And frankly, I don’t much care about any of it. I suppose he one thing I’d never want said about is that I’m unkind or uncaring. There’s a great many things that can be said about a person, but I think that, by far is worst. That and unimaginative. Both terrible, terrible things.”

REACTION TO LAST EVENT DROP

Reading through the plot drop, there were two different places I really saw some place that Xeno would fit in. In the first portion of the plot drop where Aversio and the Order are working together, it mentions that some, including Sirius are frustrated with how long it’s taking. I think Xen would fall into that camp. To them it’s just obvious that something needs done and everyone should be willing to take action. Sure, it’d be nice if it were a little more peaceful than what Aversio is doing now, but it certainly needs to be more than what the Order has been doing. They just can’t quite understand why things aren’t moving more quickly and why the two factions of the same side can’t seem to get along and find a solution. They’re trying to get everyone to work together and find a better middle ground, but it can at times wear at him and become rather frustrating.

The second part is that he would most certainly help Hestia and Edgar making the posters. Xen, being Xen, making a paper as bright and vivid as we all know the Quibbler is, I can absolutely see him helping to write and format propaganda (for lack of a better word) for Aversio trying to recruit or spread their message. It’s something he would definitely have a heavy hand in given half the chance. It’s something that would let his imaginative and creative ways be put to work. There’s also a fair possibility that if given a chance, he would have help with creating the potions to help Aversio/Order members go undercover to the Death Eater events as well.

WRITING SAMPLE

“Lovegood! My office now!”

Xeno was more than familiar with that tone. It was more or less the only one they ever got from the editor of The Daily Prophet. Sure, it had been a bit disheartening at first—Xen was used to their fair amount of trouble, but being a disappointment, a let down…well not so much. They had gotten used to it now. Which was probably why they were more often tasked with the mundane articles—new students arriving at Hogwarts, the menu changes at the Leaky Caldron, a nasty flea outbreak at Eeylops. Not that that stopped Xen from writing the articles they really wanted to write. The ones that really mattered. They waived their hand at the enchanted pen scribbling away mid-air and it clattered down onto his desk with a rather defeated clunk as he made it way into the editor’s office.

“What in the bloody hell is this?” the editor asked, slamming down his most recent article. The big, bold headline of Death Eater Takes Minister Title and the sub-caption of Rodolphus Lestrange, a member of the terror organization known as the Death Eaters usurped power unjustly from former Minister Millicent Bagnold. Sure, it wasn’t big flashy words, and Xen has spent ages trying to come up with something better, but he figured cutting it straight to the chase might be best given the circumstances.

“Well it’s the truth.”

“The truth? The truth? We can’t go making claims like that about the LestrangesXenophilius.”

“They’re not claims, they’re the truth.”

“You’ve nothing to support that argument.”

“I have everything to support that argument,” they countered. They could feel their typically laxed personality starting to pull back as they got more and more frustrated. How on earth was he supposed to do anything, change anything when every decent article he wrote led to this kind of conversation? There was good to be done here, change to be made, but once again, they were just the crazy little wizard with an imagination too bright to understand the reality of the world. What no one ever seemed to notice was that it was that exact imagination that made them see things perhaps a bit too clearly.

“We won’t be publishing this sort of nonsense here.”

“It’s not nonsense! Sir, surely you have to know! You have to know the kind of things that man is wrapped up in. Him and the Black family, all of the Death Eaters, this never ending parade of hate that’s only leading to genocide. The wizarding community needs to know what’s happening! They have to be enlightened.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“We’re the leading paper in the English wizarding community. If we’re not going to talk about it, then who will? We have a duty as members of the press to publish the truth, regardless of backlash, to make readers informed and keep them up to date on the reality of the world around them, even when it’s a reality that is hard to stomach.”

“Enough.” With that one barked word, Xen knew. They knew that surely, same as Rita, the editor knew. He knew about all of this and was just going on complicity. Maybe he was even one of them. “I was warned when I hired you. That this kind of drivel is what I’d get from you, but some of your professors seemed to have good words to say about you. Last time I listen to them.”

Xeno’s face fell. His writing wasn’t drivel. It was good. It was the only good he had to offer the world right now. But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t doing anything if no one ever read it. Their mind flashed back to all of Aversio’s talks of future plans. All the wrathful ideas they had that churned Xen’s stomach. But sitting here and being peaceful wasn’t working.

People would hear Xenophilius Lovegood’s messages one way or another. Maybe they’d have a turn of staff soon, an editor who would listen, who would be interested in the truth. Maybe Rita would quit and free up page space that could go to articles that really mattered. Maybe the world would finally just start seeing things as they were and cry for the truth themselves.

“Get out of here. Go write me something I can actually publish Lovegood. We won’t be having this conversation again.”

Xen turned to the door, shaking their head as their fingers played with the rings that adorned each one, already plotting out their next articles—both the ones they would turn in and the ones they would find other ways to distribute to those who would listen. They were just to the doorway when the editor spoke again.

“And nothing about Nargles this time Lovegood.”

#Accepted App #HP RP #skeleton rp #lsrpg #xenophilius lovegood

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xen-lovegood · 7 years ago

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Headcanons

More often than not, when writing Xen tends to dictate out loud to an enchanted quill while pacing around the room and keeping their hands busy.

Xen is a lover of accessories and is rarely without at least half a dozen rings between their two hands.

Two brief headcanons about Xen as an adult that likely won’t have an impact on game play but I can’t shake:

Xen often calls his wife Panda Bear and his daughter his Little Moon

Connections:

(These are a few ideas for connections, all pending approval of the characters’ respective players and naturally his connections aren’t limited to these, but it’s a jumping off point and a look into how he relates to others)

#headcanons #headcanon #audition

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