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thedoewitch · 1 year

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THE TRUTH ABOUT HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS

In the last few weeks, I've seen many arguments between the stans of different characters in the HP Fandom. And this, this exact post is about my opinion, mixed with canon (books) and how they normally should have been perceived.

This is part one of the series explaining the characters in the Harry Potter Universe. It will be long, seeing as many are hateful towards characters who did nothing wrong, or love them for all the wrong reasons.

Two big arguments will be explained in this post. Two biggest arguments about Anti-Character vs Pro-Character.

Anti-Dumbledore vs Pro-Dumbledore;

Now, there are many people who are on the anti-Dumbledore side of the fandom, and I can understand why. It is not a surprise, considering what has been done by Dumbledore in the series.

However, Albus is one of the many-layered characters. He was a Blood Supremacist throughout his life, even as an adult, until his sister Ariana Dumbledore died.

He is, like many others, a flawed character, just like us real humans are. He was in love with Gellert Grindelwald (Which he has no fault in, you cannıot control who you fall in love with), and was willing to take the world under their control just because Gellert wanted to.

In the Marauders and Lightening Era timeline, he did many horrible things. He went as far as using Fudge to gain things to his favor, he used Severus and Harry, and even Remus and Sirius and Rubeus (Hagrid) as the events unfolded, and he even neglected other students while trying to control everything that he can, even though he is a HEADMASTER, a person who s supposed to keep the school's students safe. And the fact that he left Harry in the Dursleys' footsteps and not checking on him properly was disturbing, no matter if Arabella Figgs was there. He didn't care to check up properly.

He did all of that, yes. There is no arguing about it, it is in The Fantastic Beast, in the Harry Potter books, in the Secrets of Dumbledore, in the Crimes of Grindelwald. He did all of those things that nowadays seem impossible to do.

But- He also did good things. He accepted Remus into the school, albeit it was stupid of him to do so with only a place he can transform that he can break free easily if not strictly controlled. He accepted him because he wanted people like him to have a chance.

We even see another werewolf student in the game called Hogwarts Mystery, which I liked and enjoyed. He is not prejudiced against them, and it makes their life easier.

He gave Harry and other students support throughout their life at Hogwarts. It excluded Slytherins, sadly, but he did try to be a good role model and also tried to relieve the students from stress by doing things like canceling the exams and even saying seemingly ridiculous words during the meals. He was truly afraid that Ginny was taken into the chamber, it is obvious in the CoS book when Lucius paid a visit to Albus.

He supported the adults like Alastor and Kingsley and Tonks, warned Sirius and the like against doing things that could be dangerous for their lives. He did care about them. Even, I'm sure, Marlene and Dorcas had a place in his heart because he does everything to help them win the war and live in peace.

Anti-Snape vs Pro Snape;

Severus Snape, like Albus, is a many-layered character. He is defensive and strict and is a bully throughout his adulthood. He is brave and courageous, stubborn and selfless.

Snape is not dark or light. He is not black or white. He is a Morally-Grey character through and through. There is no arguing against that.

Severus as a kid has done nothing wrong. The argument of him being obsessed with Lily when he was NINE is a very wrong thing to say. He was, as explained in the Pottermore likely abused by his father who was a drunkard, and from the writing in the books, his mother was likely neglectful as well. A kid who has gone through that will not have good social skills, or know how to talk to anyone politely. The fact that he is living in a dark neighborhood is probably an aspect of this as well.

He used accidental magic on Petunia, and he had no fault in it just like Harry had no fault when he deflated his aunt. Petunia insulted his mother, just like Marge insulted Lily. He had no control over his emotions, and thus, the accidental magic is not him being a hater.

During the train ride, all he said was he wanted to be in Slytherin. Why? Who knows, maybe his mother was sorted there and he wanted to feel closer to her. James and Sirius immediately attacked him with their words after that. Again, he is a kid. An 11 years old kid. He did not have a fault in that.

During his years at Hogwarts, he faced many more of the Marauder's bullying. And, yes, it was bullying, J.K Rowling said it, in the books even Harry thinks it is bullying, and Sirius accepts that fairly easily.

In his fifth year at Hogwarts, he is a fifteen-year-old and Sirius is 16 years old, Sirius sent him down the Willow Tree in the full moon. Why? Of that, I have a few theories but we don't know if any of them are true. He sent him down there on a FULL MOON, where Remus transformed, wanting to get a laugh of it.

He was almost killed, but saved by his enemy James Potter at the last second. He was forced to keep shut about this, which definitely added to his many traumas throughout his life. He was punished while he was the definite victim in this situation, along with Remus who was used by his best friend.

After this werewolf prank, it is obvious that the bullying got worse. It is probably because the Marauders had to do something to not let their friendship crumble, and blaming the whole situation on the victim, who is someone they hate or at the very least dislike seemed a good idea in their eyes. And thus, Snape's Worst Memory happened.

Lily and Severus' relationship was already falling apart by the fifth year. After the prank, they confronted each other and talked about the things they witnessed.

It is very disturbing how Severus did not care that Mulciber and Avery used dark magic on an innocent Gryffindor called Mary MacDonald. However, he also points out that the Marauders used a hex to grow Bertham Abrey's, a Slytherin's head grow his head twice its size. It is not Dark Magic, but clearly illegal. This hows that Marauders bullied everyone they could from Slytherin, and Sirius even admitted that himself.

Both of them are set in their ways. Lily doesn't acknowledge that Severus has to spend time with the Slytherins as he is a Slytherin himself. And Severus doesn't acknowledge that using Dark Magic to harm others is disturbing when others use Light Spells to hurt others instead, not realizing that both of them are wrong.

In SWM Lily definitely doesn't do everything she can do, along with Remus. They both are prefects but Remus stood back, and Lily only confronted the Marauders, not bothering to inform a professor at the very least.

Severus was very wrong in saying Mudblood to Lily. Sure, he was under a lot of stress, and he is a Half-Blood so the term also applies to him, but it was the last damage to crumble the wall of friendship the two had between them. But he did not deserve to get his trousers to get taken down and get threatened to be stripped completely. That was sexual assault, and no one deserves that.

After all of that, he apologized and left Lily alone. He was not obsessed with her. I'm sorry, but no one is saying that you cannot love a person who is in another relationship. It is not a crime, and he didn't even tell Lily about his feelings. (And I do not believe that 'feelings' were romantic. It was most definitely platonic, It is written like one, and the strong lesson the HP Series has is the power of Love.)

He went Dark after graduating, but when he discovered that he was going to be the cause of his ex-best friend's death he deflected quickly. I do not understand how people find this creepy. Regulus 'deflected' (not fully) for Kreacher, Narcissa, and Lucius for Draco and Albus for Ariana.

He agreed to be a spy for Albus and took a Vow to completely submit himself to a cause he had not yet believed completely in. After Lily's death, his life was devoted to protecting Harry.

He was a bully during his adult years. Now, it is mostly because traumatized people act mature, but their mentality goes backward, and the proper age of becoming fully mature comes later on. With his state, it would be at the very earliest when he was 53 that he would be fully mature, but it is also because he cannot let go of the past and heal from it.

He treated Harry and Neville horribly when not in class. And in class, he was strict with everyone. Even the others were the victim of his bad attitude.

However, no matter how mean he wanted his students to be safe. He protected Harry because of the Vow, that is true, however, he also protected and attempted to protect every other student, like the time he was worried for Ginny when he was taken into the Chamber.

He was a shitty person with a shitty backstory. He had no control over his emotions when he was with Harry, and bullied him because of his looks leaning towards James. It was not acceptable, and he was most definitely a bully, but he was not an abuser.

He despised physical punishments and refrained from physically attacking others, and the only exception was when Harry invaded his privacy when he looked into the pensieve.

He truly believed in the reasoning of the Light after all those years under the Vow. When it was clear that Harry was going to die no matter what he did, he did not go off to Voldemort to give him the secrets Dumbledore told him, no, he tried to protect his students and aided Harry secretly to destroy the Hocruxes.

He died a hero. Without him, the first Wizarding War would be won by Voldemort and everyone would be at Riddle's service to torture or kill or use. If he was loyal to Voldemort, the Battle of Hogwarts would end up with Voldemort truly killing Harry, and the whole fate was on his shoulders.

He is the bravest man throughout the series. He is a Hero, He is an Anti-Hero, he is an awesome spy, he is a bully, he is bitter, he is selfless, he is stubborn, he is loyal, and he is many more combined together.

He is not a villain, and he is not an evil reincarnate of a Nazi. He is a good person with bad doings. He is not innocent but he definitely deserved to be both praised and put down for all of the things he did.

#hp fandom #marauders #lightening era #marauders era #golden trio era #albus dumbledore #severus snape #snape fandom #the marauders #pro snape #young severus #snape community #snape #snape defense #snapedom #dumbledore #albus percival wulfric brian dumbledore #young dumbledore

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critter-genfic-events · 8 months

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Hurt/Comfort Fic Recs!

This week, we have thirteen hurt/comfort fics recced! Some emotional hurt/comfort, some physical whump, and sometimes combinations of the two. Check them out under the cut, and as ever, comment or kudos if you like them!

those that crawl and flutter towards the sun by vietbluecoeur (vietbluefic) (6163,Not Rated) Warnings: Major Character Death, Very Mild Insect Imagery, Mortality and Discussions Thereof, Sad & Gentle Ending Pairings: Jester Lavorre & Essek Thelyss

Essek has always been warned not to touch the creatures, called the in’luthin, "insects" with a lifespan of three days, but what harm is there in just looking? And anyways, when has Essek ever been one to listen?

Reccer says: From the very first words, this fic has such a luxurious weight to it. Some of the Mighty Nein appear, but this is definitively a story between AroAce Essek and AroAce Jester as bittersweet as the tags imply, only less bitter and more longing, and definitely, definitely sweet.

Spit, elbow grease, and a whole lot of gold by Multifandom_damnation (2006,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Ashton Greymoore & Milo Krook

The Nobodies dump Ashton off on Milo's table, and Milo does his best to fix him

Reccer says: Milo voices all of my rage at Ashton's treatment wonderfully. The fic also does a great job of managing the actual process of fixing him, along with all of the emotions involved as well

Philia, Is That You? by Professor_Rye (2034,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Yasha & Mollymauk

Yasha gets hurt protecting Mollymauk from assholes, and the Mollymauk helps Yasha make sure she's actually okay

Reccer says: QPRs my beloved

Crowned Teeth (or, An Offering Revoked) by fruitzbat (130570,Mature) Warnings: Frank depictions of PTSD/galley slavery Pairings: Kingsley Tealeaf/Original Character

Kingsley is mutinied against and sold into slavery halfway across the world. He breaks out, finds out the mutiny was the inside job to end all inside jobs, and makes his survival everyone else's problem.

Reccer says: I really, really like the way that this series explores different kinds of hurt and trauma, and how those kinds of hurt affect people's relationships and self-image. The first and second fics in the series are the most direct about the subject, but the third has a lot about what it means to lose a parental figure and complicated grief/trauma response stuff that I found really refreshing. Characters are messy and non-linear in their healing, and do their best to take care of each other. There's a lot of...I don't know how to say this, but a very no-bullshit look at the concept of the power of love that is this through-thread through the stories. Anyway, I really like them.

Trust by silversky (403,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Caleb & Nott

Nott is sick and delirious, but thankfully there is someone there to make sure she's okay.

Reccer says: the fic is very soft and warm

Scar Tissue by Belphegor (0,Teen) Warnings: scars, canon-typical violence, reference to main character death (and resurrection) Pairings: Scanlan Shorthalt/Pike Trickfoot

Sometimes surviving means learning to live with the scars that killed you. Pike knows a lot about that. Scanlan is still learning. (a little comics set a bit post-Campaign 1.)

Reccer says: Author here - sorry, I usually don't shamelessly self-plug like that, but I set out to write and draw post-campaign 1 hurt/comfort dealing with Pike's and Scanlan's different resurrection-related traumas, and I poured my entire heart into it. (turns out making comics is hard but totally worth it.)

I've Held You in the Plan by CitizenMocha (4015,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Vex & Vax

After all is said and done with the Apogee Solstice and its aftermath, Vox Machina free Vax from the Malleus Key. The twins are reunited. Rest, reflection, and a revelation about what happens next ensue.

Reccer says: Vex's grief is palpable throughout the entire fic, even as--especially as, actually--she's reunited with Vax. It's a heartaching yet triumphant look at what might happen when the events of C3 are all said and done. There's so many little details woven in that serve to make it pack even more of a punch ("Vax Speed" does so many things to my heart) and the dynamic between all of Vox Machina is wonderful as well.

The Night is Starting to Ache by CitizenMocha (3872,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Gwendolyn De Rolo & Vax De Rolo & Percy De Rolo

Set after episode 76 of campaign 3. It's the middle of the night and Gwendolyn is afraid to sleep.

Reccer says: I loved this glimpse of an older Percy as a loving, indulgent father doing his best to comfort his child.

maybe then my breath could embody by lunarblazes (1331,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Caduceus & Calliope Clay

Calliope and Caduceus have a fun bonding moment about the fucked up shit that happens when you leave home

Reccer says: There's so many little details I love in this, it's perfectly in character, and I love their sibling not-quite-comforting each other dynamic

a garden in the stars by wanderingBasilisk (2264,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Caduceus & Fjord

Caduceus stays back on the Nein's spaceship while the others run errands on a space station. When Fjord gets overstimulated from the crowds there, Jester brings him back to the ship and to Cad, who knows just what his friend needs.

Reccer says: It's very atmospheric (the description of the garden on board the Nein Heroez is So Evocative) and the familiarity and care between Cad and Fjord is so lovely and sweet. The time they've spent together and the comfort of a well-worn routine is apparent throughout the whole fic and comes together in the sweetest way.

Canities Subita: An Exploration of Self-Image by oversteepedearlgrey (1760,Teen) Warnings: Choose not to warn Pairings: Percy & Vox Machina

Percy hates looking in the mirror. He keeps his hair short and out of his face. He can’t wear his glasses during haircuts, and he certainly can’t be the one cutting it. It takes a creek, a bear, and a panic attack to find out why.

Reccer says: Percy is wonderful for hurt comfort, but I love the way that this is handling something that is more emotionally distressing than physically painful.

A Pirate's Bounty of Gold Doubloons by bluegreenamber (1823,Mature) Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Pairings: Kingsley & Yussa

Kingsley hadn't been expecting any company today, especially not a powerful (and injured) elven wizard seeking refuge.

Reccer says: It's a really fun pairing!

Miles to Go by Crewe (3621,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings:

After a grueling battle, Vox Machina is hours away from the nearest cleric racing to get an unconscious Keyleth to Pike before poison takes its toll. Scanlan is hiding an injury to keep attention on Keyleth. It’s maybe a little worse than he expected.

Reccer says: Lovely fic where everyone is perfectly in-character, and the humour and tension are balanced just right, as are the worry and deflection (on both sides). Special mention to the Scanlan & Grog and Vex & Scanlan pairings, those add just the necessary acid-sweet icing on the h/c cake!

This is one of our weekly communally-generated gen rec lists. Every week we announce a new theme and allow anyone to submit a fic recommendation. Please note that the summary and content notes are provided by the reccer, and may be different than what the author has provided. Please assume good intentions all around. <3

And hey, anyone includes you!

Next week, we'll be featuring Yasha!

Then, it'll be clothes, time skip/future fics, and pranks!

Any fics coming to mind? Well, then use this form to submit!

If you're looking for some more, check out some fics written in the critter genfic bingo tag, or the older rec lists! Or you can request your own card and join in on the fun!

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thisisnotthenerd · 1 year

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the circle of needle and thread is coming for my throat with this episode, goddamn.

when they said PTSD, post-war, found family, by god they meant it.

the things that stuck out to me this time:

marion and jean this episode. luis and zehra at the top of their game. we found love in a hopeless place. not while i'm on watch. knowing she was there as her father worked really gives insight into the fact that she's much closer to marion than sean even though the boys ostensibly grew up together.

marisha's really out here saying someone needs to be the traumatized therapist here and it might as well be bea. the intro with peggy, the talk with sean, the connection with marion, apologizing to nathaniel, holding jean together, and putting the final blow on kingsley. she said i'm out to keep us together.

speaking of which: i knew it was going to be terrifying to have a creature that takes the form of the people it kills. but the fucking spine grab?? spenser starke has me in a chokehold. cauterizing wiht the flame hand??

special shoutout to weakest at the elbow or the shoulder

brennan said my little guy is going to be fucked up in ways you don't even know how to comprehend. what the fuck. istg he was trying to put up death flags for the entire episode, and when he wasn't going down said my baseball-playing soldier boy is out to break your heart.

the character sheet switch from travis. my god. he's just been sitting on that. lieutenant mode engaged. and then sweeping the house? goddamn.

i do feel like this circle has been facing deadlier challenges than the vassal and the veil. really digging into the eldritch horror, the fact that there is no one there to understand, no one there to help, you have seen the face of death and yet continue to fight with every waking breath, victims who would rather die in the face of bleed and yet prolonging their suffering to get just a little more about fighting back the oncoming storm.

#critical role #candela obscura #candela obscura spoilers #cr spoilers

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rebeccalouisaferguson · 4 months

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It’s not every day your childhood friend gets married, but it’s also not every day you get to talk to an actress you’ve adored for a decade. And thus, I found myself, anxiety-riddled, in my car, in the non-distinct parking lot of a brewery in Florida.

Then Rebecca Ferguson lights up my phone screen, radiating that same magnetic energy that first caught my eye in the 2013 miniseries The White Queen. She’s well-spoken, charming, witty, and brimming with passion as she discusses her Apple TV+ dystopian drama, Silo.

In addition to playing the lead role of engineer Juliette Nichols, Ferguson also serves as an executive producer on the series, becoming involved with Silo quite early on and using her position of power to listen, speak up when needed, “and care for the people on set.” The result is a work environment she loves, friendships with her VFX team, and adoration for her cast, including Harriet Walter, David Oyelowo, and Tim Robbins.

As I mentioned, Rebecca Ferguson is a pure delight. I’d happily step out on any family function for a chance to pick her brain, but what she’s far too humble to mention, a fact that is abundantly clear to droves of viewers (and hopefully, awards voters too)—is that a central reason why Silo works so well—— is because Ferguson is pitch-perfect in the role. We become so invested in the many twisted mysteries of Silo because we’ve become invested in her. Ferguson’s Juliette is strong and commanding, a true badass, fighting to uncover the truth. But as we peel back the layers, we see a subtle, heart-breaking vulnerability that adds a layer of complexity that only an actress with Ferguson’s seriously impressive range can deliver.

To echo Ferguson herself, “Please just watch season one.”

Awards Daily: Rebecca, you got involved with Silo early on. How has your input shaped the show and shaped Juliette as a character?

Rebecca Ferguson: It’s a big question with a very non-simple answer. I mean, I think my involvement is by casting the people you cast. You get the characters that you get. Do you know what I mean? You read a script, and you analyze the character, and you talk to [the team].

It’s a tricky, intense question. I mean, things come about by creating, listening, reading, thinking, and researching, right?

AD: Juliette is such an interesting character in that she’s initially very stoic and we peel back the layers of who she is as the show goes on. We learn more about her relationship with George (Ferdinand Kingsley). We learn more about her father (Iain Glen) later on. How did you calibrate your performance, knowing that a lot of the big reveals would happen later in the show?

RF: It’s kind of on the page. It’s like any film or any acting job that you do. We don’t reveal everything straight away, right? When we do a Mission Impossible film, we don’t tell you about the syndicate. It’s what storytelling is all about, right? You do scene by scene.

AD: Did you find that you had to approach Silo any differently?

RF: No, I didn’t. I’m very simple in the sense that I read a script. I like the character, and I start deep diving and do the work that I need to do to bring her forth. There’s nothing different to the process of anything. Everything is different in the sense that it depends on the people you work with. I have four different directors. It’s a little different, but the process for me is the same.

AD: What is your process? Are there certain ways that you like to break down the script?

RF: I mean, no. To be honest, I don’t really talk about my process because it’s my process, but I like the show, I love the scale of the set, I love the team, and I love the fact that I get to sit in on the writer’s rooms if I’m allowed to. I get to be a part of the process. You know, it’s a love journey for me. This is a baby; this job is. It’s one of the happiest jobs that I’ve ever done.

AD: The set is so extraordinary. What is it like to be in that environment, to run through those stairs?

RF: That’s phenomenal. The fact that Apple has actually put so much effort into letting creators create the environment. You know, we have people come for set visits to see it because it’s so incredible. And we have three different locations where we film, in one area, in one town outside of London.

I’m so close to the visual effects guys. They’re very good friends of mine, [VFX supervisors] Paul [Bongiovanni] and Daniel [Rauchwerger], And I often ask them, ‘Okay, I can see the stairs. We’re looking at four turns that I can run, and we run them all the time up and down and up and down, and they’re different levels, right?’

But I often ask, ‘Show me what you’re doing. I want to see the visual effects that you’re going to put on so that I can act against the incredibleness that you’re going to bring.’ Because, to be honest, the silo wouldn’t be [possible] without the VFX team.

AD: Does having this level of access change how you might approach another project?

RF: You know what, that’s such a good question. I think being so much on the front foot. And being the lead and having a producer role. By producer role, I don’t analyze that in the sense that I know what a producer is, and I put a cap on it. I just have a voice, and I speak, and I listen, and I care for the people on set.

It’s a very, very, very good environment on our set. There is no hierarchy. Everyone does what they need to do because they’re hired to do a good job. No one steps in on someone’s toes. It’s collaborative. Not all sets are run like this.

So after Silo, I was worried about doing other films because I was thinking, ‘How am I going to react when sets are moody and when people are not nice, and when there are egos.’ But to be honest, I did Dune. I mean, it was a good place to go. I was like, ‘Oh, I can lean back. We’re good. This is run pretty well.’ And then I did Silo season 2 again, and then I did something else, and now I’m doing a thing [sci-fi drama Mercy] with Chris Pratt, who is one of the nicest human beings, ever.

I’m doing well, and I’m very fortunate with the sets and the environments, but I think I’ve learned—and I’ve learned this from Mission and Tom [Cruise] as well, who speaks up a lot—if things don’t work, communicate it.

Be clear, pause, listen, and take in when people who don’t really have a strong voice are trying to say something, and give them space to actively feel that they are involved in the process as well. That’s how you get the best of everyone.

AD: Did you make any adjustments coming into season two?

RF: No, I think it was all very much the same. Because we’d found a formula that just worked, we had new crew members, which was sad. We’d lost a couple to other shows. But other than that, I think we had about 80 percent of the people back. People were knocking to come back. It’s just a really happy set. And no, nothing’s new. New directors, so taking and listening to their approach and seeing how that works. But they also understand that they’re walking onto a functioning set.

AD: What is it like for you to be at the center of this thing that has become a cultural phenomenon? People are anxious for season two. I mean, it’s exciting, right?

RF: So exciting. Someone asked me, ‘When was the moment when you realized that this was something?’ I didn’t look for that. But it was the moment when Apple called. The show was out, the numbers were coming in, I read a couple of reviews, my husband was probably looking [things] up and kind of going, ‘it’s good. It’s good.’ But I didn’t want to take it in. Apple called, and they said, ‘It’s good. People are liking it.’ And I was like, ‘Okay, the numbers don’t lie. People are actually watching it.’ And the reviews were good, and they were compelled, and they were feeling what I had felt reading it and making it. And that is huge for me because I really care. I really fucking care.

AD: Okay, last question, if you could pick any role or position within the silo, what would you be? You’re so regal. You’d make a good mayor.

RF: Yeah, but I’m also Juliette, who’s not regal, right?

AD: Well, if you weren’t Juliette.

RF: I think that it would be really boring up top, to be honest. I think the regulations are dull, right? I think I would either be middle. I like farms and greenery. I need all of that. I’d probably run my own little shop of something, little knickknacks, paddywhacks. But I would have a foot down in the deep.

AD: Rebecca, I know this show means a lot to you. As I let you go, is there anything I haven’t asked you about that you’d like to mention? Do you have any final thoughts?

RF: Thank you. I mean, no, I think you’ve really nailed most of it. And I think the fact is people know the show is dystopian. And if you like the genre, I believe you would really love the characters around it. It has the most incredible cast, and it has a cast that has really nurtured their characters and the evolution of the characters. The fact that we’re going into season two is so overwhelmingly exciting. It makes me want to grab people and go, ‘Please just watch season one and know that we’re going into shit that is intense.’

#rebecca ferguson #interview #silo #silo apple tv #juliette nichols #silo interview

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colorfulandblack · 1 year

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Ok but the amount of stone cold self hatred and depreciation that is within Sean Finnerty breaks my heart.

The creature impersonating Kingsley tells him "We're the same. I know vengeance. I know how you feels" trying to justify his actions. Presenting itself as a victim.

Meanwhile Sean, a person who enlisted illegally, nearly a kid, witnessed horrors on a battlefield, was convinced he's was doing a right thing in killing those kids back in Ghost squadron/platoon, lost his brothers, lost his mother, is afraid he will lose his new family as well so he puts himself in harm's way to prevent it he simply says: "he's trying to tell me his sob story but Im not listening. We're the same. You're right I'm a monster too"

The difference is that he doesn't use his past actions to justify it, he deeply feels like he is a monster and deserve it. He doesn't see himself as a victim of violence and the survivor of war and honestly it's heartbreaking

#lots of feelings about sean finnerty this evening fellas #im gonna move to the rest soon just let me have it #candela obscura #candela spoilers #candela obscura chapter 2 #critical role #sean finnerty

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holdmytesseract · 2 years

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Baby Fever Loki & "You're the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold,

You're daddy's little girl to have and hold.

A precious gem is what you are,

You're mommy's bright and shining star." (Al Martino - Daddy's Little Girl)

a/n: Thanks for the request, friend! I adored this so much, omg! I loved writing for this song! 🥺🥰❤ I hope you like it! 🥺

Warnings: None, this is so, so fluffy

Word Count: 712

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @lulubelle814 @vbecker10 @theaudacitytowrite @lady-rose-moon @fictive-sl0th @aagn360 @mostclevermiss @linaax @peaches1958 @simping-for-marvel @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @stupidthoughtsinwriting @eleniblue @loki-laufeyson-1054 @multifandom-worlds

Lyric-Drabble-Mania Masterlist

Based on this song:

Sing Me to Sleep

If anyone would've asked Loki in the early days of being an 'Avenger', whether he would prefer to go back to Asgard or stay at the compound, the answer to this question would've been as clear as the day... Going back to Asgard. Nowadays, the God would choose this compound above everything. Not just because you, his wife, were there, no... Since five months and four days, he didn't just come back home to his wife, but also to his baby girl; his own flesh and blood.

It was one of these days, where you and Loki had to choose which one of you should go on a small mission with Nat and Clint. It was a question which needed not much time to get answered. Loki loved to be at home on father duty and you enjoyed to have a small break from time to time. Long story short, you went out on that mission and Loki stayed with Ella.

Being a father was never something on the God's 'bucket list' - until he met little Eisa. Crazy how things could change. Meanwhile, he wouldn't trade being a father for anything in this world - and not even in the nine realms. Nothing could compare to this. Loki looked down, smiling. Nothing could compare to this precious, little creature sleeping tightly on his bare chest right now, with her little legs dangling over each side of his ribcage and tiny hands balled into fist to rest on his muscular pecs. No silver or gold. Not Asgard's throne or any other throne. No tesseract or other infinity stones. Nothing. His heart would never fail to skip a beat, when his eyes landed on Ella; almost aching at how much he loved her. He adjusted the blanket, which covered his legs, half of his upper body and Ella, of course.

It had been a long night for the father-daughter team. Ella was restless, didn't sleep very much, cried a lot and kept Loki on his feet as well. Therefore, it was no wonder that merely after the sun had risen and Ella had her breakfast, that Loki was laying down with her again, hoping for the both of them to get some more sleep. It wasn't rare that the little girl didn't sleep well in the first night when you were gone on a mission for a few days. Loki's guess was that she simply just missed you. Ella felt when you were around - and not around, of course. Believe it or not, but drinking from a bottle at night was something entirely different, than drinking from mama's breast - that was at least how Loki believed Ella thought.

A small whimper, coming undoubtedly out of Ella's tiny, pouty lips pulled Loki out of his thoughts. Within seconds, all his attention had shifted to his baby daughter. "Hey, princess... You already awake again, huh?" Another soft whine. "What's wrong, sweet girl?" The God adjusted her position slightly, tried to make it even more comfortable for her. "You can't tell me you are not tired. You've been awake almost the whole night. You have to get some sleep, sweetheart," he cooed. His thumb started to trace soothing circles in her onesie clad back, while his other hand brushed through her tiny raven curls, trying to lull her back to sleep. Unfortunately, it didn't really help, so Loki decided to draw the Joker card... Singing. "Do you want daddy to sing for you, princess?" And again, another whine. "I take that as a yes." Loki said, quickly pressing a kiss on her forehead. "Alright, let me think... Oh, I think I've got an idea. Your mama showed me this song." The God tried to remember the lyrics, before he cleared his throat and started to sing. "You're the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold. You're daddy's little girl to have and hold. A precious gem is what you are, you're mommy's bright and shining star." Like so often, the singing seemed to do the trick. Ella's whines and whimpers stopped, got replaced by calm and steady breathing. She had fallen back asleep. An amused, quiet chuckle left Loki's lips. "You just love hearing daddy sing for you, don't you, my precious gem."

#the baby fever au #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki x female reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #tom hiddleston x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki fluff #tom hiddleston characters #loki laufeyson x female reader

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dent-de-leon · 2 years

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OKAY BUT THE MOONWEAVER IS EXACTLY HOW I PICTURED HER I'M SO EXCITED!! Meeting with this tiefling's bright soul to give him tarot readings and try to offer some sort of cryptic comfort--setting the stage for pretty dreams and telling sweet stories that begin with the childhood wonder and fantasy of Once Upon a Time. Being equally amused and pleasantly surprised by this soul who finds his way to her door again and again.

There's also something I love about her bit of confusion at the final resurrection, her soft admission of, "What comes after thrice upon a time?" It feels like a 3 card set, past present and future, but now there's another card in the mix and she's never done a reading like that. But still so excited and happy and welcoming Molly and Lucien's shared souls like an old friend.

I don't know, I just absolutely adore the Moonweaver and this is always the kind of relationship between her and Molly I imagined. I especially love the implication that Sehanine is absolutely the beautiful woman Kingsley kept asking about, the one who gave him good dreams and told him secrets. It makes me really happy, that this Circus Man has found his way back to his moon goddess again.

And there's just something so perfectly beautiful about the Moonweaver drawing Love as Molly/King/Lucien's final card--and not just any depiction of it, but Mollymauk Tealeaf's own hand painted vision of Yasha. It says so much, that the Moonweaver lets him have this glimpse of the past, of what still anchors his heart back to the present, and when he wakes again the first word on his lips aside from his desperate cry of Empty is Love.

And it really cements to me that Molly's soul shard isn't gone; he's here, relearning the world around him and how the pieces of his and Lucien's lives can fit. It means something to me, that Mollymauk's heart is still there, still beats for Yasha and the rest of his loved ones. That him and Lucien joining together isn't someone taking away his body against his will, banishing him from the world--it's him willingly offering Lucien the chance to come back with him, to come back and try all over again. Molly's soul getting to live on with the Mighty Nein.

#the nine eyes of lucien spoilers #critical role #critical role spoilers #lucien tavelle #kingsley tealeaf #this ending is still a lot that im trying to process but. it made my heart break less about kingsley things and makes me happy #mollymauk my beloved..

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emsuemsu · 5 months

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Tag game

Thank you for the tag @mycupofrum 💕💕 it's always a beautiful day to talk about oneself and also as the curious girlie I am to read about other people!!!

Fave colour: black baby

Last song: according to my spotify history my last played song was on Thursday and it was Stars Are Blind by Paris Hilton. That is the only song I listened to that day. It is a banger

Last film: we went to see First Omen a few weeks ago with my friend, absolutely shooketh from it, it was only us and a couple in the last row and they shushed us at one point. Never in my life have I felt more like a teenager in my LIFE. It was mortifying. I’m so embarrassed. We weren’t that loud though, just scared of the movie??? It was a good movie, enjoyed it, next Tuesday we’re going to see Immaculate, this spring is giving antichrist apparently

Currently reading: I have a few fics I’m in the middle of reading (one of them is A Violet Kind of Spin by @cassiaratheslytherpuff which I’m DYING to get back to!!!! jfc it’s so good!!!!! I feel so bad for taking such a long break from it but not a day goes by that I don’t think about it 🥹) and one book (Swimming in the Dark by Tomasz Jedrowski) but my reading vibes have been off for a good few months now!! I’ve read some shorter fics and listened to some podfics but reading in general feels super hard right now. I can’t wait for my summer vacation, maybe I’ll have some peace of mind and will be able to slam some words down. My tbr list is diabolical.

Currently watching: I’m going to be boring and say that I’m still on my Grey’s Anatomy grind. I’m on season 9 episode 10, 10 seasons to go. I’ve been watching s20 as it’s airing right now but it’s just not… it. This show should be taken off life support already 💔

Currently craving: a cigarette, uv index of 7, the beach and a crispy coke zero 😩

Coffee or tea: coffee, I never drink tea

Three ships: Drarry, first and foremost 🙂‍↕️ drarry has caused my brain to rot for almost two decades now and god knows when it’ll stop. I’ve been on and off the fandom, mostly off, but drarry is just a part of my goddamn DNA at this point it’s ridiculous. Next idk man. I have to say it’s a duel between prongsfoot and jegulus, your honor I love them both. Jegulus is a new acquaintance and like I don’t even know if it makes any sense at all (like where did this ship came from???) but jfc I am sat, I am folded I am silenced. But prongsfoot is the love of my life out of these two, I know for a fact that one of the first fics I ever read at the ripe age of 10 or 11-ish was Sirius/James and ever since that they’ve been in my heart, in my soul and in my mind non-stop. Prongsfoot is such a niche ship and I can’t believe it’s not more popular!!! Like they’re soulmates honestly. Funny enough I haven’t read that much of prongsfoot fics, always up for recs 👀👀 I know that was three ships already but I have to mention Kingsley/Charlie and it’s all because of @squintclover and their recent little microfics that just SLAP so hard I’m bruised black. I’m beyond obsessed.

First ship: I mean it was drarry. The one and only.

Currently working on: getting my goddamn ass off the couch and start to clean and do laundry 🥹 I have a few school deadlines as well but that does not spark joy so whatever

Thank you for coming to my ted talk once again!!! I’m tagging @valoale @cassiaratheslytherpuff @lemonlimelea @soliblomst @kk1smet @lucifergraced no pressure spill the tea if feeling like it!! 😌

#certified yapper

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bantambookeater · 2 years

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I hold out hope that, amongst all the troubles of Netflix and the fact that this scene is so very late in the cannon, that some day I’m going to get to watch Ferdinand Kingsley scream “He’s my friend!“ whilst attempting to fistfight a centaur and it’s going to be full of so much emotion and will absolutely break my heart.

#sandman #the sandman #hob gadling #sandman comics spoilers #sandman spoilers #welly talks

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cressthebest · 23 days

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Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 45

chapter 68:

1. “Some of those ashes could be Marlene.” bro wtf

2. listing out the names of the people who died in war destroyed me

3. james reacting to his father’s death by flinching away from effie had me broken. i’m destroyed. unwell

4. “The worst part is, when he says what he does next, it's not even a question. "After that, you're leaving."

Sirius' eyes flutter shut, and he croaks, "Yeah, Reggie, I'm leaving again."”

SCREAMING CRYING SOBBING IM UNWELL I WILL NEVER BE OKAY AGAIN!!! I WILL NEVER BE FINE AGAIN

5. “”Sirius, I love you more than anything. You're the first person in this world I ever loved at all. Not Mother, not Father, not James; it was you.”” STILL SCREAMING STILL CRYING STILL SOBBING STILL UNWELL

6. okay just all of the stuff with the black brothers has me in tears. their bond is unbreakable and my heart is in fact very breakable. i’m shattered over them

7. dorcas hasn’t left that spot in over twenty four hours and boy am i worried for her. she needs water. she needs to go pee, i’m sure. she needs to eat something and to rest

8. “Just not afraid to die, then?

No, I'm rather used to it, actually.”

STILL SCREAMING OVER MARLENE!!! STILL SOBBING ACTUALLY

9. “"You. Even you," Dorcas declares harshly, glaring at her. "I'd rather it be you. Instead of her, I'd rather you be dead."”

WOAH! hold up!!! i love marlene as much as the next gal, but nobody goes after my girl lily. she fought and fought and fought as well. she deserved to make it to this side of war too! she tried to keep marlene alive too. hold your horses dorcas.

10. 😧 did you just shoot my lily??? MY LILY??? holy fucking shit. she’s insane.

11. “Some of that blood must have been Marlene's. Dorcas wishes she had bathed in it; Dorcas wants to turn back time and drown in it.” 😟 i’m worried

12. “Never, through any of this, did [James] imagine losing his dad.” kill me. it would be more merciful than making me live after reading that

13. “Monty loved Sirius like a father did; Sirius is allowed to mourn him as a son would.” calling my freind again while sobbing brb

14. god I don’t know how to explain it, but every time pandora is mentioned and she’s alive i let out a huge sigh of relief

15. AROACE PANDORA SUPREMACY

16. i’m so horridly upset that lily lost almost everyone. she lost her family, she lost sybil, she lost kingsley, and dorcas tried to shoot her, so i’m pretty sure she lost her too. lily tried to not love anybody because she was scared of losing them, and sure enough, she was right

17. i get upset when everyone talks about going separate ways. i want everyone to live in one big town and live right next door to each other. i’m thinking hogwarts vibes (except better, ya know) or maybe the mansion they all lived in at the start of ahb!

18. as much as it upsets me that sirius is going to be leaving james and effie and regulus, i’m genuinely so happy that sirius is going to stay with remus

19. oh. i see why sirius has to leave. it’s best for everyone to heal a little before sirius sees his james and regulus again. because otherwise they won’t be able to heal

20. i love wolfstar, and this is so emotional but like, “Just—for right now, what I need is to be with you. I want—that's what I want.” all that does is remind me of high school musical with the “ALL I WANNA DOOOO IS BEE WITH YOU! ONLY YOU! NO MATTER WHERE LIFE TAKES US, NOTHING CAN BREAK US APAAAART, YOU KNOW ITS TRUE, I JUST WANNA BE WITH YOUUUU”

21. ““I wish I did love him that way," Regulus confesses, "because it would have been easier than this. It would have been easier to define how losing him feels, but it's not. James, it's not."”

god, i ache for him. like so badly. i so badly want him to have barty back. more than any other character. (sorry to marlene and monty and sybil and literally everyone else who died)

22. “It's still been three days since the end of the war, and Regulus wonders when they'll stop measuring the passage of time that way.” 😟

23. “Doomed to be a great, big tragedy.” *eye twitch* i’m fine. *even bigger eye twitch*

24. look, i know in the future, everyone will be together again and as happy as they can ever be. but rn, i’m sad

chapter 69:

1. “"I don't care!" Aberforth shouts. "I don't give a damn about your fucked up love story with our sister's murderer, Albus! The fact that you even came to love him to begin with sickens me, let alone that you continued to after he killed Ariana, and still do to this day!"” hell yeah put him in his place

2. “The dead sister card is a little underhanded, admittedly, but Aberforth knows a thing or two about manipulation tactics. He'd have to. Albus is his older brother, after all.” LMAOOOOOO

3. lily mentioning children and sirius and remus just locking eyes and panicking was so fucking funny. bro i’m wheezing

4. BRO AND THEN REGULUS BEING LIKE “you’ve??? never thought about kids??????? wtf??? me and james are having four you little loser??????”

5. dorcas just marching in has me so fucking scared ngl

6. oh god, dorcas became the president coin in this. she wants to make a new hunger games. oh god. oh no

7. as horrifying as it was to see sirius’ train of thought, him being the first one to say no is so fucking satisfying oh my god

8. good for remus fucking standing up for lily. everyone is blaming lily, and finally remus speaks up that the blame cannot rest on lily alone

9. 😧😧 not albus suggesting the jegulus wedding to help with the aftermath. bro he’s fucking insane. it’s so hallow-like of him to suggest that oh my god

10. oh my god dorcas has gone insane, is she about to tell everyone how albus was in love with grindlewald. that’s fucking insane oh my god i can’t wait

11. oh my god it’s even better. it’s that he came up with the rule for the quarterly quell. oh my god this is gonna be great

12. 😧 holy shit. sirius just killed albus. imma be so real, i expected one person to not leave that table, and i thought it would be dorcas, not albus. i thought she would be killed

13. minerva asking lily to be a medic and help save albus, and lily just not will forever be iconic to me

14. as a punishment they banned sirius from the hallow 😭😭😭 babes they knew they had to come up with some punishment as like a way to show actions have consequences, but they chose one that sirius would love 😭😭 that’s so funny to me bro

15. alberforth finally leaving his home is a very satisfying character arch

16. “this story is, first and foremost, about siblings—primarily sirius and regulus ofc—like that is the whole point of this fic, the core of it over anything else. and that feels right considering the source material, like in thg, it was always about katniss' love for prim and how important that was over peeta or gale or anyone else. and i just. i really adore that, and hope i paid a good homage to that, because i really admire it.”

you did. you did pay homage to that. it was abundantly clear that this was about siblings. and i love you for it. thank you, if you see this

alrighty six more chapters to go! i’m in the home stretch yall

#marauders #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #sirius black #crimson rivers #remus lupin #lily evans #dorcas meadowes #black brothers #sirius and regulus #wolfstar #pandora rosier #pandora lovegood #albus dumbledore #aberforth dumbledore

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A Court of Mischief and Purpose, Chapter One (Loki x fem! Reader A Court of Thorns and Roses Hiddlesverse AU)

Summary: Sarah J Maas's A Court of Mist and Fury reimagined with various Tom Hiddleston characters.

You are dying of tuberculosis right before your upcoming wedding to the Lusty Vicar of Aldwinter, Will Ransome. As you lay on what could be your deathbed, the god of mischief Loki appears before you with a deal.

Word Count: 3865

Chapter Warnings: Blood and sickness, discussions of death and dying. Cursing. Loki is a snarky little shit as always. Foreshadowing. I play with Canon because it's my fic and I can do what I want. Don't like; don't read. I don't like Cora Seaborne and it shows.

A/N: Hi guys! You don't have to be completely familiar with the A Court of Thorns and Roses series to read this, I hope! I hope you like it since it's literally the most unhinged idea for a fic I ever had. Instead of using Thor characters, we're breaking open the Hiddlesverse! But for those of you who are familiar, I've already figured out so far that Reader is Feyre, Loki is Rhsyand, Will Ransome is Tamlin, and I decided Stella is Elain. Initially, Stella was gonna be Feyre but I realized Reader could easily be swapped to be in her position to make it a Reader fic. Thanks to @mochie85 for ideas about characters and the title for this! If you're familiar with the series, I've figured out who the bat boys are, but I've yet to figure out who should be Amren, Mor (my beloved), maybe Nesta (my other beloved), or maybe Lucien. If you have ideas, let me know! I'm glad you guys enjoy this wild idea as much as I do!

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Taglist: @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @five-miles-over @fictive-sl0th @ladycamillewrites @villainousshakespeare @holdmytesseract @eleniblue @twhxhck @lokisgoodgirl @lovelysizzlingbluebird @raqnarokr @holymultiplefandomsbatman @michelleleewise @wolfsmom1 @cheekyscamp @mochie85

Aldwinter, England. 1884.

“I am sorry to say it, but you have consumption. And it is fatal.”

You froze in your bed. The doctor shook his head. Your heart picked up and you felt a lump in your throat- and this time it wasn’t blood to cough out.

“I know it’s bad news to hear a month from your wedding, but it’s true and you must know it, Miss Y/N,” the doctor continued.

You looked down at your shaking hands. Your jaw hung open.

“You’ll tell my parents…and Will, won’t you?” you asked.

You prayed it wasn’t so. That you weren’t losing your appetite because of sickness but something else. Any other sickness- any other! Just nerves about your engagement and wedding to the local vicar, nothing more. That you were just breathing hard from too much anxiety. You figured perhaps a bad cold as you grew weaker last week. Then Will himself was permitted to roll up his sleeves and press a cold cloth to your forehead, maybe you had influenza. But when you coughed out blood- you might as well have seen your own coffin.

The Doctor nodded.

“I’ll tell your family and the Reverend Ransome. They need to know. I’m sorry, but there is little else to do now but…settle your affairs and wait.”

You lay in that bed. The world spinning around you. Those two words- I’m dying. I’m dying, floating in you.

Good Lord, already about to die! And there was so much! What about the wedding! You were about to live here as a vicar’s wife- how could you die now?

You could hear the crying from downstairs when the doctor announced it.

Dying is quiet. Dying is lonely. Even dull. The most excitement you had was going to the living room and looking out the window. The season had changed to spring. The sun shone out more and beautiful flowers flourished. But you could not go out and smell or even pick one. Out to the countryside, and the white buildings. And the white church- where once it would be your wedding and, in a way, a second home post-marriage. Now it only stood as a reminder of the only ceremony you’d be involved in next was a funeral. When it became too much, you would move back to your bedroom. To your sickbed-your deathbed.

You laid in that bed looking up at Will as he paced about in his black sweater that afternoon.

“What is it? Is it me?” you asked.

“There’s…there’s going to be a dance tonight…” he announced.

You shrugged in your bed and then made a little laugh.

“Oh, Will! Go on and go! Dance away! Have a little fun for a while!”

“But if you should die?”

“I’m sure father will get you! Go charm all the ladies like you do in your fine suit! Dance with them! Dance with Stella, Violet, Clara- Go dance with Cora, even!” you said.

“Are…are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes! Go dance with the new widow and enjoy yourself for a night!” you encouraged.

He nodded, said his goodbyes, and then left.

Each day, you wanted to cry from watching out the window. Taking it all in- each minute getting closer to the last as your body shook with every bloody cough.

Hours became days. Days became weeks.

Oh, how little you took for granted! The beautiful sloping hills! The sound of the ocean right by the town! To never watch the flowers bloom in spring! To never watch the snow when it drifted down or complain about the summer heat. To never see another Christmas or Easter or any celebration ever again!

You saw walking by the people you got to know and love. Yes, even Mrs. Cora Seaborne- she moved in with her tiny son not long after your engagement. You could see her grey cloak and the way she turned her chin up in pride when she passed by other ladies, going about her “experiments” without a corset on. You heard her talk about her dislike of wearing them-even though you knew corsets were perfectly functional and comfortable. Did she know you didn’t have to tight lace? That you had to wear a slip beneath it? You saw women bike with them and pictures of female athletes with them. So why couldn’t she?

You took note of every teary visit from friends, family, and neighbors who heard. But not to see them- nor any of your other friends…Then oh! You wouldn’t see your closest friend! Dear Stella! To never see her smiling in her garden again! To never more help add to her collection of blue items! To count them in her little brown boxes! Her stones and pillows and flowers and spools and go over the most interesting gossip in the town with her! You took note of any personal blue items you had to be left to her after you were gone.

But you would watch her go about, waving to you. You would watch and observe anyone else passing by your town from that window for hours.

Since your diagnosis you have been left alone often. Your parents slept over at a neighbor’s house. There were visitors, but they did not stay long. The risk of infection, they said. You spent your days isolated, dressed in your nightgown and tea robe, your engagement ring glittering on your finger.

But there was one sight you were not used to seeing.

A stray black cat. No one went up to claim him as their pet. Many people shrugged it off. Some smiled at it and then walked that way.

You were not used to seeing stray cats in Aldwinter. One would think it was a common sight. There were farms and wildlife. People kept pets. Even your fiancée took his dog out to frolic around. But a stray cat wandering around? No, everyone knew to keep their pets inside. Lest they be taken by a large bird of prey or wander out into the wild for all sorts of nasty things to happen to them.

Beneath your blankets on your cushion, you couldn’t help but notice the black cat on the street. You leaned closer to the window to where your breath fogged the glass. A smaller black cat- lean but shiny in his fur. He had big green eyes and long whiskers. He looked around. He liked to go up to people and follow them. Sometimes he stared and meowed at people. He would wander away and then return. Often, he looked at you from your window.

The poor cat. It hadn’t eaten anything all day. It must have been starving.

You went over to the set that had your tea. There was a saucer full of milk. Slow but constant, you walked over to the kitchen to a bowl. You poured the milk in it. Then you walked outside.

“Here kitty-kitty,” you urged, offering the bowl. Clicking your tongue to lure the cat closer.

With a cheerful meow, the cat trotted up to you. He raised his tail straight up in friendliness. He sat down and began to lick the milk. Each little scoopful from the pink tongue that shot from his soot-colored face. But his loud purrs could not lie. You went back into the house. When you returned, you had a small plate with scraps of meat. The plate was filled up, especially since your appetite lowered with the consumption.

“I think you might be hungry too,” you said.

The cat meowed in response and began to eat the meat. Then he went up to you, rubbing against your legs and purring. Then he stretched up his front paws against your skirt. Full of fondness, he blinked slowly at you. You leaned down and found he let you pick him up. A feral cat wouldn’t let you do that-then was he an abandoned pet?

“Oh, poor little thing!” you cooed, settling him to rest over your shoulder like a baby.

He continued to purr, not struggling to get out. Then he curled up like a baby in your arms.

“You’re a sweet fellow, aren’t you? And quite handsome too!” you cooed.

You scratched the top of his head.

“I’ll make sure to feed you. Or maybe you could stay with me …” you offered.

He perked up, eyes intend on you.

“I’m not sure what Will would think of a cat staying with us- you’ll have to share with a dog. Maybe I could talk to him into it. You could live with us once we’re married…” you spoke out loud to the cat.

Then a cough rattled your body, you lifted an arm to it. Then when you lowered it, you saw blood on the sleeve.

That is…if you lived to be married at all.

You set the cat down and he hopped. Then he stood and looked at you, slowly blinking. Then, with a lifted tail, he trotted away. So much for having him in the house- but at least then it wouldn’t reek of cat excrement.

The cat did not return throughout the night or the next morning. Perhaps he was exploring the wild. But you left a bowl of milk and some meat scraps in the kitchen just in case. But the further the day went, the weaker you felt. Then you realized it was a struggle to get out of bed-your weakness tripled today. Your body burned with a fever, but you stayed beneath your blankets. You coughed out constantly into a handkerchief. And when you took it out, you saw blood in a puddle in the cloth. Your own life trickling out with every drop. You laid back down on the bed, but despite your exhaustion, you were unable to sleep. To think-this was it. You were going to die now. This was the end- and you wouldn’t be comfortable and surrounded by those you loved. You would be alone.

Dear heavens above…please…someone…anyone…help me…

Then you heard a sound.

A meow.

Turning your head up, you saw the black cat. The same one. And you kept your door shut.

“How’d you get in here?” you welcomed, though the sound came out like a wheeze.

Then you laid back down, giving into another bloody coughing fit into your handkerchief.

Then a voice- smooth, rich, and lilting and familiar spoke.

“Why, it’s just too bad, isn’t it?”

You paused. Then you began to turn your head around. You saw no soul save the black cat sitting on the floor.

“Who’s there?! Who?” you called out.

There was a flash of green light. It was so bright you squeezed your eyes shut. But when you opened, before you was a man.

A man who wore the strangest clothes you ever saw- green and black robes and pants made of leather and bits of hard gold armor around it. Even something like coat tails draped behind his legs. But you couldn’t deny he was the most beautiful man you laid eyes on- ivory skinned and raven hair that fell to his shoulders. A high forehead and cheekbones with soft blue eyes.

“Hello there, Y/N,” he greeted.

You pulled up your blankets to your chest- a man seeing you in only your nightgown? You might as well have been naked!

“Is…is this a joke?! Is someone playing tricks on me?!” you turned around. Maybe an old friend would pop out of a door and cry “surprise!” No one did.

“Oh, I may be a trickster, but it’s no joke…” he replied.

“How did you turn into a cat?”

“Being a magician and god of mischief has it’s perks,” he replied.

“A-a god?! I thought there was only one God!” you repeated incredulously.

“Well- let me introduce myself. I am Loki, God of Mischief and Prince of Asgard.”

Your grip on the blankets grew tighter. You felt yourself run cold despite your fever.

“This…this is a dream,” you dismissed.

He half-smiled.

“I may look like a ladies dream- but no, Y/N my dear- this is quite real,” he answered.

“Have…have I been praying to the wrong deity this whole time!?” you cried.

He sauntered two steps closer to you.

“I don’t usually receive prayers. But I hear yours- yours are pretty clear…” he said.

He looked down at the bloodied handkerchief in your hand. In one corner were more handkerchiefs- all full of blood.

“You are dying.”

“Never heard that before,” you scoffed.

He smiled at your words and then continued.

“You will die very soon. Maybe in a week. Maybe in a day.”

He looked down at your hand, cocking an eyebrow at the shining ring on your finger.

“And it’s far too bad the Lusty Vicar of Aldwinter will never have his bride! A perfect lady to the perfect priest for his perfect ministry in a perfect town and a perfect life.”

“What do you want from me!?” you prodded.

He tilted his head, keeping his smile.

“Is this how you speak to someone trying to help you?”

You clutched the blankets further over your nightgown.

“Help me?! You’re here for my-my-my body! I heard all the stories of pagan gods like Zeus! I know what they do to mortal women!”

He chuckled “I am a Norse deity, darling. And your vicar- this Will Ransome- is far more of a Zeus than I am.”

“What are you talking about? Whatever! It doesn’t matter- Loki, Do I have to sleep with you to save myself?”

He smirked.

“How very tempting. But no.”

“You wouldn’t make this without wanting something for yourself!” you spat.

With a flick of his wrist, he moved a chair in your room to scoot forward by your bedside.

“I am only here to help you- like I said. You know I have magic to do so. I just turned from a cat to a rather handsome bloke resembling your dear Lusty Vicar right before your eyes, hmm? Have you thought of what else I could do?”

“What can you do?” you asked.

His eyes widened as he sat down to see you, looking into your eyes. He kept his mischievous smile on his face.

“I can heal you.”

“Completely?!” you cried.

“Yes, my dear Y/N. You gave me your milk and food. So, consider it as a thank-you for your generosity.”

Though you leaned forward, you paused. These things were often too good to be true. You would not be fooled. And if he was really a fairy, like some say would wander about the forests- this would have a price. One did not enter a deal with them lightly.

“What is the price? This cannot be freely given,” you dismissed.

He nodded his head in acknowledgement of your words.

“Ah, someone who knows the way this works, I see. As if I ever doubted you. The spell, to go through and heal the person…the healed person must live with the spellcaster for one week out of the month.”

You crinkled your nose.

“Live with a man? I might as well be your whore!” You accused.

His smile never faded.

“Perhaps that’s what they’d say of you- but at least you would be a healthy whore,” he quipped back.

You felt a cough trickle your throat and you swallowed it back to ask him further.

“Where do you live?”

“In another realm, in Asgard- it’s rather like your time and place. Same old-fashioned attitudes about women. Only with much larger castles and higher buildings. But you will be safe and soundly returned to your world and wait for the next month.”

“Does it have to be every month? Could it be every year?”

“It must be every month.”

You tried to sit up. Then you felt his hands position you to sit up-leaning against the headboard. You glanced at him, seeing his features grow gentle about helping you. Then you crossed your arms and shot him with a glare. You would not lower your defenses to him easily- even if he was some kind of magical god!

“Make it three days! No- one!” you insisted.

Loki shook his head.

“It is one week. Or you can kiss your life and your precious priest goodbye.”

You took in a shuddering breath. Your own lungs weakening by the seconds, and it sounded like a wheeze.

“No one’s going to believe me! What shall Will think? What will my parents or his think?” you fretted.

“Why do you care what Will thinks-what anyone thinks! Your own thoughts should be what matters. What do you think, Y/N? It is your choice…would you like to die of consumption? Or live your life as normal and planned…and just take a little trip every month.”

You coughed again. Again, there was blood. You crumpled the handkerchief into your fist, never lowering your eyes off his.

“How will…anyone believe me? How am I going to explain this to them?” you fretted.

“You will tell them the truth…”

You lowered your hands, grabbing your blanket into a fistful.

“That I’m living with a man from another world?! Other than the one supposed to be my husband?! Go to hell, scoundrel!” you cursed.

“Such talk from a Victorian lady! Much less one betrothed to a Holy man!” Loki chuckled.

“Sounds like you've never talked to an actual woman before. Even ladies can fight back when we have to!” you argued.

“If you wish it- such a pity I offered to save your life and you couldn’t accept it. Oh, well- it is your fate and your decision…” Loki said.

He got up from the chair. A swirl of green light began to swirl, starting from his boots and going up, up- he was already beginning to fade.

You rattled. You could feel life slipping out of you. Minute by minute. Slow and painful. You would never enjoy life in its simple beauty again. You would never see your family again. You would never see your friends again.

And you would never marry Will. And he would be alone, left to mourn you for all his days.

You didn’t want to die like this.

And for Will…for Will, you would sell the clothes on your back. This was the unbridled nature of love. For Will, you would walk across hot coals. For Will, you would jump into the ocean near the town. And for Will, you would make this deal with this devil.

“Wait!” you shouted, lifting a hand to stop him.

The green swirls dropped, melting like mist in the sunshine. Loki turned to you, his head tilted and his eyes with a glint in them.

“Do the spell. Make it happen. I’ll stay with you for a week every month,” you said.

He smiled.

“Excellent.”

He walked forward. Then he opened his large, white hand.

“Give me your hands, Y/N, my dear. This might hurt for a bit,” he warned.

He returned to the chair by your side. You reached over and eagerly grabbed his hands with both of yours. He closed his eyes. Green light surrounded around and over you. It filled and surrounded your room in an emerald glow. There was a sound of roaring wind that filled your ears. Pain seared your body and you let out a shout out of instinct. It filled up your body- surging from your forehead and toes until it centralized to your lungs.

But it was only for a few seconds.

Then it stopped.

Loki was still smiling as the green light swirled down to you and faded with the pain. Taking in a breath, it was deep and free from pain. You felt no urge to cough, and your limbs did not feel weak. Your head had cleared.

When you glanced down at your hands, they each had a black mark on them- a small star. When you tried to rub them off, they remained. It wasn’t ink.

“What’s this?” you asked.

Loki folded his arms and shrugged.

“You didn’t ask! But I shall explain- a reminder of the spell and your promise. But I see that the lovely color of your face has returned! Now…can you get up?” he asked.

You found you got out of bed easily. Your belly rumbled for want of food- your appetite had returned. You breathed in deep-your lungs as normal again. When you took a glance in the mirror of your vanity, you saw that indeed your face looked as it had before you fell sick. Loki walked over to look at your reflection too, just from behind you.

“How do you feel?” Loki asked, leaning in closer to whisper in your ear.

“Like…like myself again…” you dazed, astonished at the transformation.

You turned around to see him. He was only inches away from your face. Then, just as any gentlemen, he took your hand and kissed you right on the star. You hated how flustered and giddy it made you feel.

“Wonderful. My job here is done. I shall see you in a month, Y/N darling…” Loki promised.

He became a gleam of green light and then vanished.

Like a newborn fawn, you became used to having strength in your legs. You stretched them. You got dressed in your normal clothes- a shift, corset, petticoats, bustle, and a green dress. Then got to the kitchen. You found you were hungry again. You boiled a kettle for tea and began to pick off fruit from the bowl. Then you selected a slice of bread and ate it with the fruit, as well as gulped down all your tea. Not a crumb or sip was left.

There was a knock on the door and in walked your parents. They lowered their jaws to see you sitting at the dining table with the empty platter.

“Y/N! Why aren’t you back in bed?” your father asked.

“I feel…I feel…I feel fine. I feel good,” you said.

They ran to you. Your father pressed a hand to your forehead and felt that it was cool. He stayed with you as your mother fetched the old doctor. After he examined you, his jaw dropped. He took off his glasses, polished them with his jacket, and then put them back on. He re-examined you and then turned to your parents, his face turning white with shock.

“There’s no cure for consumption. But all her symptoms. They vanished. We’ll keep an eye on her but…she is a healthy woman.”

“Surely, you gave her no medicine without telling us!” Your mother cried.

“No…none!” he said, taking off his glasses in shock.

“Oh, it’s a miracle! Please- someone fetch Reverend Ransome from his duties! He must know this!” your mother cried as she reached over and hugged you.

Your father hugged you too.

“Why- just in time for the wedding next month!” he said with a sound that was half-laugh, half-sob. But out of joy, not sadness this time.

They released their hugs and buzzed about to announce the news. The three words repeating out of all of them like excited parrots.

“It’s a miracle!”

Looking down, you saw the black stars on both of your hands. You would wait until the time was right. The time to explain the price that came with your miracle.

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