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deadghosy · 6 months ago

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This is one of my 1st times requesting anything so bear with me please lol cna I request some headcannons or just a scenario of Draco with a twin sister who got sorted into gryffindor. Just like how their relationship is over the years n stuff similar to that(hc wise) for a scenario maybe the slytherin boys figuring out Draco has a twin and that twin is a GRYFFINDOR.(I think I’d be funny)

(sorry if this is long)

DRACO WITH A GRYFFINDOR! TWIN SISTER HEADCANNONS

A/N: you can look actually like Draco, or be the type of twins that don’t look alike at all. I appreciate reblogs, comments, and such as likes.

After you got sorted to Gryffindor expect for Slytherin. You were worried your slight older twin would not deem you as his sibling. You eye the Slytherin table nervously to see him staring at you. A heart broken expression as he tries to mouth to you, only for you to be taken back at a boy with glasses and dark hair. The boy seemed nice and took you to a boy with red hair. You knew he was a Weasley. You slowly got along with the two boys

As years pass, with glances from your brother and his group of friends he made easily. You were scared that he may try to insult you, maybe not even claim you were his sister. Harry, you boy you soon learned the name of figure quite quickly that you were the twin sister of his rival perhaps. He didn’t bash you because of your brother, more like felt sympathy.

Draco, personally I feel like he wouldn’t be like “ew you’re not my sister no more you blood traitor!” Yes he would feel betrayed that you are a Gryffindor. But you’re still his sister that grow up with him and know his secrets. He can’t just toss you to the side like that.

He’s sad that you don’t talk to him much, and with the house rival it’s even worse as Hermione would just drag you from your own brother. Making Draco sneer at her.

As of now that students are in the courtyard, mattheo noticed something about you. And he just had to say it out loud.

“Hey, that girl kinda looks like you Draco.” Mattheo says looking at you from afar. Draco looks over to see you and Harry smiling at each other. Draco’s eyes narrow with protectiveness. “What is pottah doing with her?!” Draco knew you and his rival was close, but not that close. Theodore raised a brow, “what? You like her or something?” Draco immediately gagged, and chocked on his spit.

“WHAT?! Bloody heavens no…she’s my sister.” He says. Immediately his friends stood there shook.

Congratulations! You got yourself Slytherin bodyguards. Despite the house rivalry they love you like a little sister. Since you are their friend’s little twin sister, they deem you worthy of hanging out with them.

Literally you gained a slight respect as you are the only gryffindor they like.

But it comes with cons and pros 💀

The cons are that they are overprotective of you when a guy is asking you out. Don’t matter what house the dude is in. You better believe mattheo is the one claiming he is your boyfriend to make the dude leave you alone while the rest is behind him as if this dude is the ring leader💀💀 please get mattheo before he breaks the dude’s face.

The pros are that they are comfortable with treating you as one of them. They kinda light up on the slander of Gryffindors for your sake. They give you your space when you need it. And they certainly are the best body guards in parties.

Sometimes Draco will treat you as if you were sorted into Slytherin. The pooor boy is still in denial that his beloved sister is a disgusting lion. He loves you dearly but he cannot believe that the hat made a simple mistake.

I feel like he would blame the hat and not on you.

Draco definitely is overprotective and says to his friends (mostly mattheo) to not even try to romance you.

A clear headcannon that he doesn’t want you to date Harry or Ron, or just any Weasley at that point.

You two tell each other the house password so you two can check up on each other

Draco hates to admit he finds your presence most comforting than your own parents.

Though out all this, yes your father is disappointed that you are a Gryffindor and doesn’t know what to do with you. Draco is still there for you. You are his sister. His sister that comforts him and he comforts you back.

At the end of the world, you are his lovable sister.

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dsireland86 · 3 months ago

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hi love! could you maybe do something with matty? maybe something super fluffy, like you’re on tour with them and the guys are making fun of him for being all soft and cutesy towards you lol or anything you want!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Hi love!!! The sweet side of Matt is something I really, really like :) Thank you for the request.

Too Sweet, Too Soft

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"Pink or red? Which does she like more?" Matt stood in the flower section of the grocery store for at least five minutes, trying to decide which set of roses to get you. He wanted you to know how much he appreciated you and all the hard work and dedication you put into your work and the band. "Actually, y/n hates flowers," Folio reminded Matt, patting him on the shoulder as he walked by. "No, she doesn't!" He yelled back at Folio. But the more Matt thought about it, Folio was right. Shit! Matt shoved the flowers back into the holders, turning on his heels and walking away, empty handed.

"What's that?" "Better question is why are you reading Harry Potter?" You scowled at him rolling your eyes. Matt gave you a wink, instantly turning your frown upside down. "I guess we can't all be perfect," he sighed, sitting down on the couch, right up next to you. It wasn't unusual. When it came to you and Matt, personal space wasn't really a thing. Your shoulders touched, the friction sparking a feeling you were used to feeling whenever Matt was near you. It made you feel like you were in high school again, the way the butterflies tickled your tummy. "Are you going to open the bag?" "I don't know. It depends on what's in it." Matt stared at you, blinking, and his expression blank. "Isn't that the whole point? Open it to find out what's in it?" "Yeah, I guess so," you agree, reaching for the bag and laughing from how confused you had just made him.

Matt's hand rested on your knee, and although you thought nothing of it, it didn't go unnoticed by the others. They loved giving Matt a hard time when it came to how differently he treated you and acted around you compared to everyone else. "Matt, give y/n some space," Nicholas chided once he climbed up into the bus. "Seriously, or just sit in her lap. You'd probably be more comfortable," Jolly teased. "Fuck both of you," Matt retorted, pulling his hat down lower to cover his embarrassment. Jolly and Nick cackled as they went to the back of the bus, leaving you and Matt alone again. "You can sit in my lap if you really want to, Matty," you said, jokingly, nudging his shoulder. "Shut-up and just open the freaking bag all ready, for god's sake."

You do, and instantly, a huge grin sweeps over your face. At first, you don't know what to say as you begin taking out the items; two cans of Celsius, Salt and Vinegar chips, Twix, Aloe water and seaweed. But the main thing that caught your eye was the pile of lose wildflowers: daisies, dandelions, wild violets, and a few others you couldn't name, laying at the bottom of the bag. You reached in and grabbed a handful, cupping them carefully in you hands.

"Matt," you gushed, looking up at him. He smiled at you, running a finger down the side of your cheek. "I remembered you're not a fan of flowers, but I wanted to give you something that made you feel special. I found them in the grass behind the venue." Matt shrugged, looking away just in case you were disappointed. But you weren't; not at all. You leaned over and kissed his cheek, lingering there a little longer than you meant to. Matt turned his head some, and his lips brushed against yours, making you smile. Matt huffed a small laugh, sitting back.

"Oh my god you two, get a room," Noah groaned, interrupting your private moment. You chuckled, sitting back, looking through the pile of small flowers filling your hands. "Y/N, I thought you didn't like flowers." Noah stood overtop you, peering down at the mixture of flowers you kept protected in your hands. "I don't like store bought flowers. But these are different. I love these!" You looked over at Matt, noticing the way he was staring at you. It wasn't how he normally looked at you, no, there was something deeper, something serious. You sat back, sliding closer to him, snuggling into the crook of his arm and resting your head against his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Matt asked, surprised. You smiled, glancing up at him. "I don't know. I just want to be near you. As close as i can be, right now. Is that okay?" You pleaded with him, your eyes giving him a full on puppy dog plea. "Hell yeah it's okay," Matt agreed, huffing a small laugh again. His arm came down over your shoulder, wrapping around your chest. "It's more than okay." His light kiss to your forehead made you dizzy.

"So, does this mean the two of you are a thing?" Nicholas implored. "Please say you are? If I have to hear Matt say your name in his sleep one more time, I will fucking loose it," Noah groaned again. You and Matt laughed, looking at one another. You were thinking it wouldn't be the worst idea you ever had, giving this thing between you and Matt a chance. "I mean, I'm game if you are," you decided, caressing his cheek and feeling the weight of it against your hand. "Absolutely, one thousand percent," Matt agreed, squeezing you into him. "Finally," Jolly, Noah, and Nick all groaned and sighed, heading off the bus. "Hopefully this means I don't have to share a hotel room with Matt anymore," Noah pointed out, being the first one to leave the bus. "Yeah, no kidding and that he'll quit his griping and groaning when he sees y/n talking to another guy." "I don't think that will ever stop. Matt's possessive; we all know that." Jolly was the last to leave, making the air around y/n and Matt silent.

"You really do that? Complaining and getting jealous when another guy is talking to me?" You turn and look at Matt, seeing the embarrassment on his face. You take him in you hands, forcing him to look at you. "Yeah, sometimes. I just think you deserve so much better than the guys you talk to or talk to you." Matt's confession was sweet and genuine. Smiling, you leaned in and kissed him softly, feeling the butterflies come alive at the simple gesture. But the way Matt kissed you back was unlike anything you'd ever experienced. It was passionate, almost as if he was handing over part of him to you. Maybe he was. Maybe you were too. Committed. Maybe you two were seriously committed to this. "And you think you're what I deserve?" You searched Matt's soft brown eyes for his answer and found it in the way he looked away from you. "No. I don't deserve you. You're way out of my league."

You can't help but grin as you lay your head down on Matt's chest, listening to the sound of his pounding heart beat. Taking his hand in yours and lacing your fingers together, you breathe in deeply and rest comfortably against him. "Well, lucky for you Matt Dierkes, you're not out of mine. You're everything I've wanted and more. You're too sweet, too soft, but only just for me, and that makes me feel like the luckiest and most special girl in the world." Matt was speechless. But instead of trying to make it all make sense at the moment, he went with it, pulling you close to his side, vowing to you both that from that day forward, protecting and loving you would be his main priority. This was it; this was what had been missing, and it had been right in front of him all along.

#matt dierkes fanfiction #matt dierkes #bad omens cult #bad omens #bad omens band #bad omens fan fiction

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maxrowave · 1 year ago

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GENDERBEND RAHHHHHH

i love drarry and i love women so put it together and you get this, i present to you: Harphine

Harry is consequently now named Harley; Draco is also now named Delphine (Full name Delphinus Lucius Malfoy, however asks to be referred to as Delphine because it's pretty). I decided to keep everyone else the same because the world centres around them. Delphine is the ultimate coquette girl, lana del rey wishes she could be as coquette as her. Mega popular girl and a trendsetter, one day she wears a headband to school, the next day, half the female students are as well. Extreme closet gay, internalised homophobia...

Harley on the other hand is a major tom-boy, as a toddler and young childhood she probably had a buzzcut or short hair because her hair was too much maintenance for the Dursley's. She also wore Dudley's old clothes so she was mistaken for a boy for most of her young life, she only began to grow it out when she started attending Hogwarts and got a major glow-up in third year. and now the multitude of headcanons: 1) Delphine resorts to flirting to get her way with male students, however it is only by accident does Harley discover Delphine is prudent when she flirts with her. Delphine immediately goes red, sputtering incoherently:

"MY FATHER WILL HEAR OF THIS!!!" "good, I'm glad he knows about me so it won’t be as awkward to meet him when I'm over for dinner"

Harley uses this to her advantage and begins to spread rumours about Delphine to finally get back at her for all these years 'Pure Blood Delphine Malfoy, sole heir, is a homosexual?!' It gets out of hand and Delphine's rep gets ruined or somethin

2) Harley is a bit of an artist, she likes drawing/doodling. One day she's sitting in potions class, not listening because fuck that, idly drawing on her parchment without much thought, only for her to realise that hey... this kind of looks like Delphine, and then realising she's just been drawing Delphine in various sitting poses for the past half an hour.

3) Even though Harley really hates Delphine, she has to admit, she's really fucking gorgeous, and in an odd way Harley kind of admires how put together she is. Harley does try to imitate her makeup one day because she wants to know how it feels to be pretty/put together, it turns out shite, Ron laughs at her, Harley beats him up; Delphine also laughs at her. But when they do become good friends, like fifth year or so, Delphine does do her makeup (imagine that one img of the girl on top of the other doing her eyeshadow, that's them).

3.5) Slight extension from the previous one, I mentioned this on my xwitter awhile back -- Harry purposely messes up his tie so Draco can fix it, because Draco's love language is to clean up people, i.e brushing lint off their shoulder, adjusting their collar, kind of like a cat. In this genderbent au, Harley messes up her lipstick everytime so Delphine can redo it.

4) Delphine is a massive closeted lesbian, and is pining for Harley in her own odd way. When they begin to get close, Delphine instictually reels back, because she's used to playing hard-to-get with other guys as a flirting method. She doesn't quite register that it doesn't work with girls, which leaves Harley wondering what she did wrong and why Delphine isn't as interested.

5) When they do finally get into a relationship, most likely like sixth/seventh year, it's very low-key and secretive because Delphine still has internalised homophobia/closeted. But Lucius ends up arranging her marriage because she's an only child and a female to the Malfoy name. What happens next is idk

6) Lucius either dotes on Delphine like a child who is in constant need of being helped and cannot be independent, or never speaks to her ever because he's disappointed he has a daughter.

OKAY THATS IT, I HAVE MORE HEADCANONS THAT I WILL POUR IF ENOUGH ASK FOR IT LOL... i wanna see if I can make Harphine their genderbend ship name, it's cute

also boobs bc im gay and so are they

#draco x harry #drarry #harry x draco #hpdm #dmhp #harphine #harry potter #draco malfoy

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meteor752 · 6 months ago

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What I would have done

If you have been keeping up with my posts for the last week, you may have noticed that I fucking despise the new Descendants movie

There’s a lot of reasons behind this. One, nostalgia, I love the original ones (Harry Hook is one of my all time favorite characters lol I think he’s fun). Two, I expected more of the franchise, because it’s fucking Disney, and while I know Kenny Ortega wasn’t the director this time, there would at least be people who worked on the original movies involved in the process, so I thought they at least knew what they were doing. Three, nothing in the movie makes any fucking sense, and I’m not usually a person who gets hung up on nitpicks, like if you entertain me then do whatever you want, but my god it’s impossible to ignore.

But most of all, the story they were trying to tell just isn’t interesting.

Like, if I would tell someone what the best part of Descendants is, it’s not the songs, or the cast, or the costumes, or even really the characters. Don’t get me wrong I love all of those parts, and I doubt the movies would be even close to as good as they are if you removed one of these things. But the best and most interesting part to me, and to a lot of people in the fandom as well, is the concept of The Isle Of The Lost.

The concept of taking all of these classic Disney Villains with wildly different aesthetics, motives, ideologies, and overall moralities and placing them all on an island and make them build up a society, that shit’s fascinating, but the core movies do next to nothing with it cause they spend all their time on Auradon. The second one focuses the most on it, and guess what, that one’s the best one!

(I know the books exist, I read them, but they just weren’t that good, like it felt like I was reading bad fan fiction)

So what would I do for Descendants four?

Well, I’d set in on the fucking Isle.

Actually, I think this would genuinely work better as a series. Not that long of a series tho, maybe like eight episodes, each episode like 40 minutes long.

Each episode would focus on a different VK, set a few years before the first movie, and have a short composed story about their general life.

I don’t know which VKs exactly, but I think Harriet Hook could be interesting, her episode being like four or five years before the first movie so we can see preteen C3, I think that would be cute, also a young CJ.

Possibly the Gaston twins, though Lefou Deux could work too. Whichever it would be, the other would feature.

Jade, Jay’s cousin, could be a lot of fun, maybe have like a rivalry between the two.

Freddie and Celia, I think it’s insane that they never mention Freddie in D3, but like I wanna know what their relationship is like.

And of course, Red! Queen of Hearts is a villain, she should be on the Isle. And if any of you dare tell me that she’s from wonderland and they couldn’t like, capture her or whatever, they got fucking Hades on the Isle, they resurrected some guys to place them there, Queen of Hearts is not a problem.

(Also like, Morgie could be there, but this time as a real VK)

But yeah, lot of options lol.

Every episode would show just the grim reality of what these kids would have to live through their whole lives, the complicated relationships they would have with their parents, and really emphasize that fact. D1 was the only one that really focused on how the Isle kids were kids who were all victims of insane abuse their whole lives. I mean, in D3 they all like happily run to meet them once the barrier is down, which is crazy.

Also, the show would be rated PG-13. Like, I’m not asking for graphic scenes of abuse, but I do want it to be kinda gritty and grim, with some more psychological and mental abuse taking place. Also, we’re told multiple times about gang wars, but we aren’t really shown any. Maybe one episode could focus on that, like idk Clay Clayton (insane name btw) and his gang.

But most importantly, we’d have all the Disney villains in cool new leather outfits, which is what I think everyone wants tbh. I have gotten that one part of ‘Life Is Sweeter’ where the villain comes up more than any part of the movie, like people like the villains more than anything. And yeah I know they wouldn’t be young and hot anymore, but like we can have some extreme Milf and Dilf looks, it will even out.

Descendants is one of, if not the most popular franchise Disney Channel has made, it deserves a better continuation than Rise of Red.

Also, if the show is popular then we could have a season two/sister series, about the kids of Auradon, that could be interesting too, and also have some dark shit in it, idk. The way that Queen Leah spoke to Audrey in D3 had some dark undertones, so I think her episode could be interesting. Could also feature the political implications of The Isle, potential protests and propaganda, idk.

Also, Chloe can get an episode, so boom we got them both!

So what I’m trying to say here is this:

Disney hire me

#The show would obviously not air on Disney Channel #Going in the footsteps of Marvel and Star Wars with a D+ original lol #Descendants #Descendants 4 #Descendants the rise of red #Isle of the lost #Harriet Hook #Gaston II #Gaston the third #Lefou Deux #Jade of Agrabah #freddie facilier #celia facilier #Red #princess red #Audrey Rose #Chloe Charming #Clay Clayton

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blushblushbear · 1 year ago

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cashew headcanons please im so so gay for him

TIME FOR DIS NUT aka our darling little bookworm

cut cause I went on for a bit and none of it is important OOPS

okay first off since he's a college boy let's start with the fact that he has zero alcohol tolerance

like none

he'll have 2 sips of a light beer or a half a shot of malibu and he's red in the face sweating and swaying like 'oh wow, I'm really feeling it haha'

Same with coffee

anything past a normal strength cup he's VIBRATING

he doesn't have a heart condition like Nimh but give him a shot of espresso and he'll think he does

is constantly waiting for someone to ask him for book recommendations

and when they do he is sponge bob's eager face BOY IS OVER THE MOON

also he doesn't just read good books

he'll literally read anything

he ADORES trashy novels

especially if they're spicy *eyebrow wiggle*

he recognizes they aren't good but they are so wild and out of pocket like

WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S SECRETLY HIS EX'S BROTHER AND ALSO HIS STEP MOM'S LOVER AND DATING HIS EVIL SECRET HALF COUSIN WHOSE TRYING TO KILL THEIR UNCLE AND HIS DAD BUT CAUGHT FEELINGS AND IS NOW PLOTTING TO TAKE HIM HOSTAGE ////WHAT?!////

he'd love shows like gossip girl and pretty little liars if they were BOOKS instead

except OOPS they are actually and he'd love to infodump about that little fact to me if I let him (at least I think they both are?? I know pretty little liars is-- THAT PLOT IS /NUTS/)

honestly he loves when things are written well but he also loves when plots are NUTS

the only kind of nuts he can have

well... second kind

he'd be a secret college slut (respectfully and also def not actually a secret) if he wasn't head over heels for you

now he's just in your dms/texts constantly

his family is just as quiet and mousey as he is

everyone is just as nerdy

though his dad doesn't read as much-- he's more tv and movies and games nerd

he gets his love of books from his mom's side

he'd KILL to be a librarian

or work at a bookstore

English major vibes

but not just vibes that actually is his major lol

has def had a crush on 3 different librarians growing up and 1 creative writing teacher

can't math for shit

his favorite parts of campus friends taking him on nights out is him getting to read in little corners he can find and the 3am breakfasts at the local diner

I've talked about this before but him Nimh and Poe are in a book club together

he thinks Nimh is the coolest cause he's a PA for a publisher

can read a harry potter length book series in an afternoon (also hates terfs <3 )

his favorite genres are romance of any kind but he does have a special fondness for the trashier romances, fantasy, and he does love a mystery but mostly cause he can never see the twists coming

the smartest idiot you'll ever meet

or maybe he's the dumbest smart guy???

either way he is both very clever and very simple all at once

also very well meaning

incapable of wrong

only of oops

(a lot of oops actually, he's kinda clumsy)

once went a whole day without eating cause someone recommended a new series and he LIKED IT VERY MUCH

I wish for the life of me I could remember ANY book series atm

I know of a few by like--- vaguely what they're about but I can't remember their names

he could though

he will spend whole dates telling you the plot of a book series in great detail

loves pets

not great with them

also low key allergic to a few

big rip cause he loves cuddles

cries over a cat at a distance while sniffing

also really likes birds

met a few birds as a squirrel and now he knows Poe who was a bird so like--

birds are buds of his

can't say no to something cute

cute eraser, cute pen, cute notebook, cute cookie, cute you

just can't refuse cute

would totally rock a cottage core vibe if he could manage to keep a plant alive

he lost his ficus Marcel and he's still low key getting over it

uses a wallet sized photo of you as a book mark

def has you or a pic of you and him as a lock screen

the home screen is a pic of a page of a book

is very good at those 'name the book this opening line is from' challenge

good omens, both the book and the show, WRECKED HIM

actually good omens was his fav book to screen adaption thus far

he has a few others but he's more excited about good omens

wants to be friends with Aziraphale

I could ramble on forever but I think I'll end it here

loves that hack where you put cheese on ramen

#bear text #blush blush #blush blush game #bb game #bear talks #bb #cashew blush blush #blush blush cashew #cashew bb #cashew #bear answers

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castlebyersafterdark · 5 months ago

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I find the way they both interact with the concept of byler to be very interesting,sometimes eye brow raising, and even complicated in Noah’s case since he said playing Will essentially made him realize/accept (however he framed it) his own sexuality…

Wholeheartedly agree with vinny's response here as the mature and practical way to look at the strange vocation of acting. Its a very strange mix of professional AND personal - and this, i think, is what creates tension in the is RPF morally acceptable? debate. because if we're talking literal speculation about whether two people have the hots for each other... name a less groundbreaking pastime lmao. imagine the saucy gossip that would have been spreading through the roman baths in like... 78 BC lol. human love and connection have ALWAYS interested people.

but for some reason there is disapproval about discussing chemistry and potential attraction when it comes to actors who also portray fictional characters. you don't see frowns when people pair actors together in regular celeb gossip columns; it's only through the lens of 'fandom shipping', where fictional blends with real, that it gets hate. perhapss most see it as an extrapolation with no grounds, a crossing of boundaries? but for me, its a question of your emotional intelligence as an audience member: can you separate fiction from reality in a mature way while also acknowledging that you see something sparkling in the reality? it's not NOT possible. but are you being honest with yourself about the origin of the chemistry? for me, noah and finn have it in spades, and i dont need them to officially start a relationship to prove it, because that, for me, is not the only sign of two people having true feelings for each other.

and even though professionalism should be top priority on a film set - on s5 of ST - let's not discount the fact that actors are human first and foremost, and not only that, but creatives, storytellers, performers, who are most likely more sensitive and emotionally affected than most 'regular' non-creative folk. sure, noah and finn started acting as kids, so perhaps they're not passionate about the craft like someone who chose the career later in life might be. but in a way, that's MORE telling? because their authentic selves would have been spilling out accidentally on red carpets and in interviews as they grew, no matter how much media training they had. there are unique circumstances that mirror their real lives and the show; growing up together, noah's queerness. it's not like two middle aged actors who barely know each other, portraying a totally fictive romance where their chemistry is the only similarity.

anyway, no amount of professionalism is going to prevent real feelings potentially arising. having feelings is not unprofessional; it's about how you deal with those feelings. and their behaviour is very, very interesting.

Noah is very intense, and candid about his intensity, especially re: byler. I think his tweets are certainly marketing in some ways, but you can't deny that he's not exactly, to put it bluntly... cool about it haha! He's not a nerd like finn is a nerd, but he's not cool and collected, you know? He is clearly comfortable having a public image (whether fabricated or not) of being someone who wears his heart on his sleeve. He and his team have clearly chosen to go down the route of: 'this actor is a bubbly young man who has no filter'. Even without the many times he's accidentally spoiled the show (lmao), it seems to me like Noah's passion IS authentic precisely BECAUSE being a young male actor these days often IS about being too cool for school, and Noah exhibits many traits that do not fit our society's idea of a cool young guy.

He's clumsy. He says things that could be seen as cringe. He is passionate and open. He admits to crying a lot. He makes tiktok lives naked shirtless from his bed. He gushes about Harry Styles. He does silly dances on social media. He gushes about byler. None of these things are objectively uncool - that's not a thing - and tiktok dances are popular, sure, but it's the WAY he does them. If he and his team wanted to craft a different persona that might have launched him into higher echelons of the A-List cool list, they could have. But I personally love how authentic noah feels. He is living life for himself, going to college, speaking honestly, being totally real. I respect that a lot.

And I think Finn does too, even though they might have clashed as younger teens, because he speaks highly of noah's coming out especially, and Finn also lives life for himself. My eyebrows have raised many many times seeing how Noah handles byler, and quite honestly, I wonder if Finn was/is more than a little intimidated playing opposite this rambunctious, passionate guy who is most likely going to kiss him within an inch of his life when they finally get to the s5 byler scenes lmao.

Then we have Mr Wolfhard. Finn, Finn, Finn. This year during filming, he seems... calm. Happy, glowing. My instincts tell me that he's, at the very least, enjoying this season and getting artistic satiation from it, whether that's reuniting a final time with the gang, pure nostalgia, gratitude, or enjoying filming byler. Probably all of the above. Viewing his behaviour through the lens of his disgruntlement with mileven in prior seasons' press, however, is hilarious - because whereas at one time it could have seemed like he was a teen boy who was embarrassed to talk romance, it's now looking more and more Mike Wheeler-esque. He was a young guy who was sick to death of hearing 'mileven mileven mileven' non-stop, perhaps without really knowing why. Honestly, if Finn's life ends up echoing Mike's in the way Noah's has with Will's, it'd be so coincidental that it's almost ludicrous, yet so so beautiful; and no wonder they'd both be reeling from it for a very long time. We're only just in the midst of filming - perhaps the most telling events have yet to come?

I will agree that Finn's s4 interviews were very telling re: whether byler will happen - the giggling, as you mentioned, because eyes and smiles don't lie, even on actors when they're off the clock. Finn's responses, if will's romance storyline was going to be tragic, were nonsensical. As for a kiss, I think they have already filmed one. If not, their giggles were certainly anticipatory, and there's definitely a similarity between finn's gigglyness and noah's glee at byler, isn't there? Whether that's thrill at good storytelling, or a hint to Finn's queerness, or both... you decide! Because being passionate about a story is one thing, but being reduced to self-conscious giggles, especially at age 19 or so? When portraying a romance at a younger age did NOT make you giggly during press...??? Very interesting.

For me, it's the other aspects of Finn's personality that prevent people from seeing foah as a possibility. Finn is too cool for school, reserved and private. Half of his press responses to byler HAVE mirrored his one's for mileven - 'why would I ship my own show?' etc. But there's that cheeky other half of the time, where he giggles or looks discreetly right down the camera, as if he's trying to silently tell us something. Even if he just adores byler, I find that very endearing.

And let's not forget that they're both totally adorable. At the very least I expect s5 press where they respond to questions portraying this romance. Noah laughing and saying "I wasn't exactly complaining" on Jimmy Fallon or something. "I mean, look at him" as Finn points to a magazine cover with Noah splashed on the front for s5 promo.

Lastly, noah's storyline/real life convergence is impactful. There's no way that this isn't something that influences the rest of his life. And, seeing as he was a teenager growing up with Will, I can't see how he could have entirely separated finn from mike, will's love from his own feelings, whether they were an actual crush, or simply the love and trust that comes from a genuine transformative friendship. The crazy thing is that noah has admitted in interviews that he looks at finn and sees Mike - so, with regard to what I said about about noah having no filter, take that as you will. If this is what he is saying publicly, what on earth is going on inside that head of his?

They are both endlessly fascinating and for me, this doesn't simply feel like RPF but studying the human condition, love and connection itself. Ha! I have nothing but love and respect for the two of them, so I dont feel like my 'shipping' is a bad thing. I think vinny would agree, being the romantic sap he is <3

Posting this one because this says it all, what a thorough read and reflection on these two. Thank you for sharing, I have very little to add, right on right on. So I'll let this one stand alone as a good read!! ❤️❤️❤️

#asks #queued #fwns #answering old asks

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queenlua · 11 months ago

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i rewatched schindler's list last night (extremely scattered random thoughts)

* the main motif that jumped out to me this time was that of paperwork

which makes sense, right. the list. in the title. is in fact a piece of paperwork

but (1) the last time i watched this i was like 15 and a dummy, and (2) i guess paperwork's been on the brain lately ever since i saw brandon taylor calling for a comeback of the "paperwork movie" and i was like so true bestie

the paperwork thing isn't the movie's primary preoccupation. it wasn't trying to make a specific statement about The Inhumanity Of Machines And Bureaucracy as far as i could tell (even though that'd be an easy angle for something like this to take), but even so. the endless lines with some harried typist at the end of it, the shots of ppl checking every coat pocket for their work papers, Itzhak's goofy-ass typing technique as he's making that list of names, the paperwork error that sends the train of women not to his factory but to Auchwitz, etc...

but there's a missing middle in there, right, with some honest examination of these typewriters and databases and keyboards and emails and files as part of the air we breathe now. (i think the automated-job-assignment-system in Le Guin's The Dispossessed and the City of Mind in Le Guin's Always Coming Home are both her kind-of-inchoate-but-deeply-felt AHHHHH reactions to bureaucratization and the internet, respectively—a lot of scifi from that era reads like that, nervous but not really sure what to say yet.) like, Schindler's List was not wanting to examine that angle overmuch, but because it's not so front-and-center preoccupied with the papers in-and-of-themselves it probably comes away with stronger imagery/riffing on the idea than it would have otherwise

when taylor was talking about paperwork movies he was talking about stuff like legal thrillers, romcoms, stuff like Air, and so on. things where bureaucratic competence is the way to win. and there's no shortage of midcentury stuff where The Bureaucratization Is The Horror, the act of putting anything on a paper or in a database is the itself the thing to be feared

but it'd be interesting to see a film that did take that front-and-center. (probably one exists! i don't watch very many movies.) i guess the closest thing to what i'm thinking of is Red Plenty, which is a novel about a lot of things, but one of those threads is definitely Egghead Soviet Math Nerds Doing Paperwork, & yeah it's so so so good. I Am Once Again Asking You To Read Red Plenty

* the other new thing that jumped out at me, this time around, was just how bad at business Schindler was lol. this went over my head as a kid, because the guy is always dressed fantastic and slots so easily into the Charming Business Magnate Archetype, and also because as a kid i hadn't spent enough time around Charming Business Magnates to realize how often they are full of shit... but yeah, the movie makes it super clear upfront that this is essentially a Wall Street Bets guy who has identified exactly one weird arbitrage opportunity ("hire slave labor") and is good at calling in favors from the other nazis he parties with and that's it. utterly unsurprising he failed at every single other business he ever tried. reading the details of Actual Oskar Schindler's life makes him seem both better and worse than how he's portrayed in the film, and it would've been really interesting to see all those angles explored, even if i get why Speilberg opted to sand down those edges and i'll concede he was probably right to do so for the thing he wanted to make

anyway yeah. that's a film

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bluesylveon2 · 2 years ago

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After much deliberation, I think I'd love to see Rook with "I Won't Say I'm in Love" from Hercules. It started me on a brainstorming spiral. And! The little bit at the end where Megara holds the nile flower to her chest? Imagine Yuu doing that with Rook's hat. I just really like the idea, that out of all the possible options, they fall for that guy.

It could be fun if instead of the muses it's the ghosts of ramshackle, and instead of falling onto a statue, Yuu falls into the arms of a ghost that looks like Rook. Yuu doesn't know how to process these feelings and the ghosts are being menaces.

So when I first saw this ask, I was like "I got this 😎" Famous last words right there lol. I did enjoy messing with Yuu/MC tho. I hope you enjoy it, anon!

Word Count: 933

Notes: the ghost names are: Billy = short one, Don = tall one, Harry = fat one. I picked the sames based on the Lonesome Ghosts (what Ramshackle is based on) and used the actor's names

Warning: not beta read, possible ooc characters, and one irl reference

"-man!"

"-enchman!"

"HENCHMAN!!"

"Ah!" Yuu jumped and dropped the item in her hands. She frantically looked around the Ramshackle lounge. Her eyes landed on Grim, who was jumping on the other side of the couch. "Yes, Grim?"

Grim crawled up on Yuu's lap, "I'm hungry! Feed me some tuna."

"Oh, I am. I'm sorry, Grim. Let me get you your tuna for dinner," Yuu stood up, grabbed the big purple hat, and walked towards the kitchen with Grim following behind to sit down.

"You had a starry look in your eyes when you were staring at that hat. Were you thinking about Rook again?"

"NO!" Yuu exclaimed while placing the hat on the dining table. She opened the pantry and grabbed a can, "Why would I be thinking about him anyway? He is weird, mysterious, and a bit creepy."

Grim put his paws on his hips, "Mhm, sounds like your type."

Yuu almost dropped the opened can of tuna, "Grim! Eat your tuna!" She shoved the can into Grim's paws. He barely had enough time to catch it.

"Hey, this is premium tuna! Besides, what I said was true."

Yuu rolled her eyes and approached the refrigerator to hide her blush, "I only see Rook as a friend. We are just friends."

"I don't know. You don't sound happy saying that," Grim stopped eating his food to stare at Yuu, "You two have gotten pretty cozy after the Island of Woe incident. I would say a bit too close to be just friends."

"It's not like he is on my mind all the time, or I think about his laugh or the way his hair flows just right in the wind, or how eccentric he sounds when he speaks French…." Yuu sighed, grabbed a random container, and kicked the fridge closed. She headed towards the microwave to warm up her food.

Curse Grim for putting him in my mind!

"Is Yuu talking about Rook again?" Don, the skinny ghost, asked. He and the other Ramshackle ghosts materialize in the kitchen for dinner. Although they cannot eat, they stay to keep Yuu and Grim company.

"Yep," Grim smirked, causing Yuu to roll her eyes.

"Oh ho ho! I always knew you had feelings for him!" Harry, the fat ghost, laughed.

"Since when?" Yuu sputtered, her face turning red.

"Since the VDC. Billy, the short ghost, replied. "You two would always hang out, and he started spending more time here after it ended."

"A lot of people spend time here, too," Yuu pointed out and ate her dinner.

Harry chuckled, "Well, you at least accepted his gift," The ghost pointed to the food Yuu was eating. Said human looked down to find that she did grab the leftover ratatouille Rook gave her yesterday. That was also the day he left his hat at her dorm.

"It was the first thing I saw," Yuu deadpanned and plopped on her seat next to Grim.

"Sure it was, Yuu. We'll believe you for now," Don smirked. He and the other ghosts floated to the unoccupied chairs.

"I don't like him like that."

"I don't know…" Billy drawled, "It didn't look like it when he serenaded you on your balcony."

"He was just being nice because it was my birthday," Yuu replied, ignoring how hard it was for her heart not to jump out of her chest that night. She was willing to take how she felt like a princess to the grave.

"What about that time he wanted to draw you like one of those French girls?" Grim innocently asked.

"How bold!" Harry exclaimed, and the other ghosts laughed. Grim just sat there confused. Yuu felt her ears turn red as the ghosts smirked.

"Not like that! You know how he is! He is always trying to find ways to appreciate beauty."

Billy raised an eyebrow (do ghosts even have eyebrows?), "Oh, so he finds you beautiful?"

Yuu covered her face with her hands out of embarrassment. Her heart was beating fast, and her mind was thinking about Rook a mile a minute.

The first time she met Rook, Rook's soft hair that she wanted to run her fingers through, Rook's unique personality, Rook…Rook…Rook…

"Watch this," Don whispered to the ghosts and turned to Grim pointing to something on the table, "Hand me that hat,"

Yuu was praying the teasing stopped until she felt a presence near her.

“Bonjour, mon amour!”

"Ahhh!" Yuu screamed, causing herself to fall into Ghost Rook's arms and the other witnesses around her to laugh. Ghost Rook looked down at her with a smile similar to the real Rook, except Rook's smile made him look like a prince. Wait, prince? Yuu shook her head. This isn't real! "That is not funny!" she exclaimed, scrambling back and snatching Rook’s hat. She inspected it for any dust.

Ghost Rook turned back into a laughing Don, "You must admit it, Yuu. You can't deny that you have feelings for him."

Yuu sighed out of defeat, "Maybe I like him a little." Grim looked at her with a 'really?' look, "Fine, I like him a lot. Happy?" Yuu hid her growing smile by placing the hat on her head and hiding behind the brim.

The ghosts and Grim smiled, "Very."

Meanwhile, a certain blonde hunter sat on a tree, listening to the conversation through an open window. He originally came to retrieve his hat but climbed up the tree instead when he heard his name.

"Oo la la! It seems ma chérie has feelings for me after all. I must let her know that they are reciprocated!"

400 follower event (only 1 spot left!!!)

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twst x yuu #rook hunt x reader #rook x reader #rook hunt x yuu #thank you for the ask!#400 follower event

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lady-severus-snape · 7 months ago

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More random headcanons and plot bunnies...

🌠 Draco and Harry becoming best friends and blood brothers after they finally get used to their new living situation. Draco opens up on how he was treated as a object, a tool for his father's political games and how he was essentially his birth mother's wife. Harry admits to being beat and treated like a slave. Severus just about blew his cover

🌠 Their abuelita (your mother) calling them her niños and taught them the all-powerful consequences of the chancla. You still laugh at the memory of Draco running to hide behind Severus's towering form only for the chancla your mother threw to completely swivel around Severus and hit Draco. They are convinced your mother is actually a witch (she's not, she's just mexican lol).

🌠 Severus feeling his heart full watching the boys, you, and Ma just hanging out in the yard listening to mexican music and teaching the boys how to dance, including him. He likes how close he can hold you to him while dancing a huapango.

🌠 your group of friends(weirdos) accepting Severus with open arms, accepting him as brother, and playing aunts/uncles to the boys. Severus forgets how old he is sometimes when you all gather together. 45 yrs? What 45, he's 24 :). Picking his brain and going toe to toe with him.

🌠 Severus panicking and furious because somehow Albus tracked him down and showed up unannounced at your job site while he waited in the car, demanding Harry to be returned along with the malfoy heir. He calls you and leaves the phone in his pocket so you can hear the convo.

🌠 Severus is amazed at the efficiency in the way la Familia moved. By the time Albus locates Harry using some obscure tracker, Harry and Draco had already been picked up from Tia Mellie's arcade downtown, transported to another relatives house. Which one? Who knows, there's like 1500 members in the midwest alone, some with underground connections. Also, the last reunion revealed that there are magical members within the family. So the hidey spell is a thing.

🌠 Severus making love to you and actually asking you to marry him. The spare room in the basement had been cleared out and converted so he could brew his potions. You say yes, and by the next morning as soon as the muggle courthouse opens, you exchange vows and him taking your name instead because "prince and snape have done nothing but bring misery"

🌠 Severus thrives with you and your family. His inner child being healed one trauma at a time. He was alone, isolated, and playing spy, and now he ended up with more family members and legit friends than he could shake a stick at. (Once your 70yr old mom pseudo adopted him, it was game over ♥️, he don't get a choice) Tios, tias, primos/primas calling and texting him. He started out with only your phone number and now has over 100 (the family size was at least 5000 and counting but who cares)

🌠 Work functions were hilarious watching the female (and male) coworkers salivate with envy because you (who accordinf to them rank low on the attraction scale) snagged a smexy, tall, intelligent, English guy. Severus still doesn't know how to react to the attention but was very attentive to your needs and openly loved on you (SFW you pervs)

🌠 final face off with Voldemort, Severus made sure to protect his family. He had sold everything and left a will, naming you the benefactor. Just as Nagini opened her mouth to attack, Severus noticed a bright red dot moving across her tongue before the snake exploded EVERYWHERE. Voldemort aims his wand at Severus, his head meets the same fate. Severus staggers back, unable to understand what happened. He stupefied Voldemort body and runs to the main entrance of hogwarts. He is greeted by the most astonishing sight. Death Eaters and other creatures lay dead or dropping faster than the spells being fired. he spots you front and center at the top of the astronomy tower, aiming what looks like a Tommy gun (sniper rifle he means). It's not just you but LA FAMILIA, all 5247 (or was it 5742?) on the balconies, windows, scaffolds, roof of hogwarts. The battle ends before it really began.

🌠turns out Hogwarts recognized the magic in your line, however diluted. The Chichimecca tribe your family line comes from possessed a rare form of earth magic. She allowed you and la Familia entry acknowledging your bond to Severus and the boys. No one threatened your family and got away with it. The M.O.M was in disbelief and unable to comprehend how a bunch of American muggles destroyed the evilest wizard in britain (mexican American thank you very much)

🌠 Severus kissing you desperately and hungrily in front of everyone because he wanted to yell at you, laugh, cry, you name it. You didn't tell him your plan but God damn if it wasn't fucking hot seeing you in battle mode, the dark side he never saw or thought existed. He will absolutely keep you locked in the bedroom until both of you couldn't move an inch and got you pregnant.

🌠Draco parents survived only because you told la Familia that they were cebollita's real folks (they called him cebollita(little onion) because of how pale skinned, fair haired, and light eyes he was). Draco, after several days, and while his birth parents faced trial, formally disowned himself from the line and accepted your adoption proposal, but not before taking every last Malfoy penny left. Harry also confronted those who were supposedly on his side and also made the choice to leave. Harry pulled all his family’s backing and also accepted the adoption.

🌠Severus ended up faking his death at the threat of incarceration because Albus refused to vouch for his role. He made it look like suicide using polyjuice and a golem. He had already sold everything and the things he kept were already back in the US. Gringotts allowed you to formally claim your 'husband's wealth'. Transferring it to the American branch.

🌠One of your cousins set Severus up with a false identity: Imacaxtli (eee- mah-cah-shhht-lee) (your last name) . He was a widow, his 'spouse' died in a mass shooting years ago. It was super normal to bond through the grief support group. It was a mere coincidence that his spouse was a cousin on your dad's side and he had made the decision to take their last name because "I have plenty of brothers to carry my families line"

🌠Severus ditching his whole persona (for the most part). He grew his beard out, gained more muscle and filled out more, wore his hair in whatever style you cut for him (you decided to go back to being a dual cosmetologist/esthetician). He developed an appreciation for muggle ink. His arms and chest tattooed, with more to come. Still wore black but now stuck jeans, t-shirts, etc (basically a modern muggle bad boy vibe) completely unrecognizable. He also mastered speaking Spanish, he even nailed having stereotypical chicano accent.

🌠 Draco and Harry pursuing careers and living life found love in the mexican hometown their abuetlita was from, opting to live in mexico, visiting often. Severus and you had so many children, couldn't keep his hands off you. He was happy being a stay at home dad. He did work, though, aside from potions, he gave tatting a try and found he liked it.

🌠his artwork adorned your skin, his real name etched over your heart and yours over his, rings were cumbersome.

🌠 when you're mom died at 95, the men were inconsolable. You had already lost your dad prior to meeting Sev, you took hers a little better. Severus was so lost in grief. He had lost the only mother who loved him and cared, eileen snape merely gave birth to him. Harry and Draco mourned for their one and only abuelita. They would crawl into her old bed and cry themselves to sleep hugging each other. Sometimes Severus laid in it, sobbing his heart out. The funeral had been huge, la Familia all in attendance as the last elder passed.

#angysoftboi #pro severus #severus snape #batboi #severus snape headcanons #severitus

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bjfinn · 9 months ago

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HARRY'S QUEST

Disclaimer: I don't have a Shuar dictionary or grammar, so I had to make up the language spoken by the tribespeople, but I have tried to make it similar to the small sample that I've seen on YouTube. Also, fair warning: since the story is set in Ecuador, there's quite a bit of Spanish dialogue, untranslated -- Harold doesn't know what's being said, so why should you? Lol

Tw: death, murder by execution

Beej did a double take when he got to the office and saw the new arrival. The guy was a good eight or ten inches taller than the demon, and he was wearing a safari jacket and pants with the cuffs tucked into a pair of black hiking boots -- and he was carrying a hunting rifle.

But it wasn't the guy's height, or clothing, or even the firearm that took Beej by surprise -- it was the guy's head. It was tiny -- about a quarter the size it should've been. The black hair had been pulled up into a severe topknot and tied with a red cord, and the guy's lips had been sewn shut.

"Holy crap! " Beej exclaimed. "What the fuck happened to you, pal?"

The guy looked at Beej with bulging eyes -- they were normal sized and therefore too large for their sockets -- and tried to speak, but all that came out was, "Mmm! M-mmm-mmmmmm-mm-mmmmmmmmm! "

"Sorry, buddy," Beej said, clapping him on the back. "I didn't quite get that. Anyway, whatever happened it looks like a pretty shitty way to die. Tough luck, pal. Well, I can't stick around -- I gotta get up to Florida for my next job. They just executed the guy who tried to assassinate Roosevelt -- name of Zangara. I'll see you around!"

*****

Harold J. Wilson III had been in Guayaquil a week before he managed to find someone who was willing to take him into the jungle.

He'd come to South America in search of a creature that would guarantee his name would live forever -- the mapinguari. Supposedly extinct for thousands of years, but there were rumours -- based on accounts by the local Indians -- that it was still alive in the deepest part of the Amazon. And he was determined to bag one and bring it back to the Smithsonian.

"Sí, señor," the guide, a short, stocky man in his fifties named Pedro Morales, said. "I know the jungle -- but it is not a safe place for un americano, especially a rich americano like yourself."

"I've been in plenty of dangerous places," Harold told him. "Congo, in search of the mokele-mbembe, for instance."

"Did you find it, this ... mokele-mbembe?"

Harold shook his head. "Unfortunately, no," he said. "But I'm sure I'll find the mapinguari. Now, will you guide me or not?"

Pedro looked at the American. He took a deep drag on his cigar, blew out the smoke and nodded. "One hundred American dollars."

Harold pretended to consider the amount for a moment, and then he smiled and held out his hand. "You have a deal."

Pedro grinned. "Muy bien," he said. "We should leave tomorrow, at dawn. Before the heat becomes unbearable, sí?"

*****

"Lawrence!"

Beej, startled, whirled around at the sound of Juno's voice. "Hi, Mom!" he said, panicked. He hurriedly tried to hide the files he was holding behind his back. "You, uh ... you got another pickup for me?"

"What are you doing with those files?" she asked, cigarette smoke billowing from the hole in her neck. She took another drag.

"Huh? Oh, you mean these files? I, uh ... I was just curious about the new guy ... how he died, that's all."

"Oh, but sweetie," Juno said, smiling, her voice gentle, "you don't know how to read very well." Then she looked at him contemptuously. "Hand them over!"

"Sorry, Mom," he replied, chastened, and gave her the files.

"Now get back to work, and no more screwing around! "

"Yes, Mom," Beej said in a voice that was barely above a whisper.

"I can't hear you! "

"Yes, Mom," he said again, louder this time.

Juno nodded. "That's better." She stuffed the files back in the drawer and limped away, the thump-slide, thump-slide of her footsteps loud in the sudden silence of the office.

Beej looked around. The others, who had no doubt been watching the exchange, quickly put their heads down to focus on their work.

Beej blinked back the tears and shuffled out of the Processing Department to his next assignment.

*****

The sun was just beginning to stretch its first rays over the rooftops when Harold was awakened by a knock on the door of his hotel room.

"Buenos dias, Señor Harold," Pedro said when the American opened the door. "Are you ready to leave?"

"Let's go," Harold replied with a nod. He grabbed his gear and followed the guide out to the waiting Jeep. He tossed his bags in the back and climbed into the passenger's seat as Pedro turned the ignition, and then they started off, down the dirt road towards the jungle.

"We will have to stop at San Ignacio and continue on foot from there," Pedro said. "No hay caminos en la selva."

Harold nodded -- he knew enough Spanish to understand what the other man had said. No roads in the jungle.

"This village -- San Ignacio -- how far is it?"

"Two hours, más o menos," came the reply. "We will stop for lunch, and then hike in."

"How will we know where to go?"

"A village elder, Tío Chako, says that he has seen the mapinguari when he was a young man," Pedro told him. "We will follow his directions." He looked at his passenger. "But that was many years ago, señor -- who can say if it will still be there?"

"I understand," Harold replied.

*****

In fact, the drive to the Otavalo village of San Ignacio took nearly three and a half hours, and by the time they reached the village the sun was already fiercely hot.

The guide stopped the Jeep in front of a small, single-storey house with whitewashed mud walls and a thatched roof. They got out of the vehicle, and Pedro knocked on the wooden door.

A moment later, it opened, and a wizened old man in a dingy tank top and baggy trousers looked out. "Hola," he said -- Harold saw that he was missing his lower front teeth. "¿Quién están ustedes?"

"Soy yo, Pedro. Y eso es Señor Harold, de los Estados Unidos."

"¿Un americano?" Tío Chako was incredulous. "¿Aquí?"

"Él quiere trover el mapinguari," Pedro explained.

Tío Chako shook his head. "¿El mapinguari? No, es demasiado peligroso -- los Jívaros ..."

"Lo sé, pero es un americano rico ... y tonto."

"Pedro, no es bueno -- irás al infierno por esto."

"¿Y él? Él quiere matar el espíritu de la selva por un trofeo." Pedro smiled. "El Santo Padre me perdonará, creo."

"What's going on?" Harold asked -- his Spanish wasn't good enough to follow the exchange between Pedro and Chako.

"We are just discussing the preliminaries, señor."

"Por favor, entran ustedes," the old man said.

"Gracias, tío," Pedro replied. To Harold he said, "Unfortunately, Tío Chako does not speak English -- I will interpret for you."

Harold looked around the abode. It appeared to have only two rooms -- the kitchen in which they were standing and another that was probably the bedroom. At the table, a woman who was almost as old as Chako sat peelig potatoes.

"Mi esposa, María," Chako said.

"¿Visitantes? ¿Por qué no me dijiste que teníamos compañía?" María asked.

"María, ¿te acuerdas de Pedro?" Chako said. "Y este es el señor Harold, un americano que está buscando al mapinguari."

María's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but she caught herself and said, "Bienvenido, Pedro. Y bienvenido, Señor Harold. ¿Se quedarán a almorzar?"

"Gracias, tía," Pedro replied. "Tenemos un largo viaje por delante."

*****

After a lunch of seco -- goat stew served with rice and plantain -- Pedro and Chako looked over a map of the region, discussing the most likely places to find the elusive mapinguari.

"Yo lo ve aquí," Chako said, pointing to a spot where the Rio Negro looped around like a noose. "Pero no sé si eras allá esos días."

"Lo entiendo," Pedro replied. "¿Y los Jívaros? ¿Donde es su territorio?"

"Casi todo el este es el territorio de ellos." He looked at Pedro. "Rezaré a San Cristóbal para que todos regresen sanos y salvos."

*****

"You know," Beej said, "I don't think I've ever seen anyone else who had their head shrunk before -- how'd it happen?"

The guy looked at the demon with his bulging eyes and drew a thumb across his throat.

"Yeah," Beej said with a nod. "That makes sense -- I mean, it'd be kinda difficult to shrink just your head if it was still attached, right?" He elbowed the guy in the ribs. "But how come it's attached now? I've seen others who've lost their heads, and they're always carrying them, you know?"

"M-mmmm-mmmm," came the response.

"Yeah, of course you don't know. Anyway, I'm wondering how they did it -- shrunk your head, I mean. But I guess you don't know that, either -- you were already dead."

The guy nodded.

Just then the door to Juno's office opened. Beej leapt to his feet. "Well, nice talkin' to you, pal -- see you!" And he scurried away before his mother could see him.

*****

It was an thirteen day trek through the jungle to get to the area where Tío Chako said that he had seen the creature. Harold had long since run out of citronella oil, and he was covered in mosquito bites, but that wasn't the worst of it -- every night was spent pulling leeches, ticks and other bloodsuckers off his exposed skin. He would've liked to bathe more often in one of the rivers, but he didn't dare -- the waters were home to flesh-eating piranhas, as well as anacondas and caimans. And other, more fearsome things.

"Candiru," Pedro told him. "It is a tiny, tiny fish that smells the piss and swims up your ..." He motioned to his crotch. "¿Entiende?"

Harold nodded grimly.

*****

At long last, Pedro set down his pack and said, "Es el lugar."

Harold looked around. It seemed exactly the same as the rest of the jungle -- trees and plants growing in riotous profusion in the eternal twilight, the silence occasionally punctured by the squawk of a bird or the screech of a monkey, or the sound of something larger making its way through the undergrowth. It felt like he and Pedro were the only two people in the entire world -- Harold would have been unsettled if he weren't so drenched and weary.

They set up camp as they had every night for the past two weeks, and Pedro built a fire with sticks that he gathered, smearing them with pitch from a rubber tree -- the smell of broiling latex was terrible, but it allowed the damp wood to burn.

Sunset comes quickly in the depths of the jungle. They had just finished their supper -- boiled mote corn and ch'arqui made from llama meat -- when it arrived and they were plunged into darkness. As always, the jungle came alive then with the sounds of nocturnal wildlife.

"You should sleep, señor" Pedro said. "I will take first watch."

Harold nodded and gladly slipped into the tent. He lifted the mosquito netting strung over his hammock and settled in.

He'd just drifted off when Pedro shook him roughly. "Señor," the guide whispered urgently. "Señor, wake up! I think I hear the mapinguari!"

Harold sat up, instantly awake, and rolled out of the hammock. "Where?" he asked. "Are you sure?"

"I can smell it -- can you not?"

Harold sniffed the air -- a rancid odour, like that of soured compost, filled his nostrils. "Let's go," he said, grabbing his rifle.

The two men exited the tent and headed in the direction of the odour, training their flashlights on the ground in front of them.

A few minutes later they heard a deep snuffling sound. They raised their flashlight beams ...

The mapinguari was scratching itself against an acacia. Harold gasped as it turned its head to look at them -- the beast had to be eight feet tall, with long, shaggy, reddish-brown fur. The three claws on each of its front paws were massive, easily capable of shredding a tree. The beast had tiny eyes and ears, and a flexible muzzle that reminded Harold of a tapir's. He caught a glimpse of the massive tail trailing on the ground behind it -- thickly muscled, like that of a kangaroo.

"I knew it!" Harold crowed. "It's a giant ground sloth!"

The creature made a low, rumbling noise that sounded for all the world like it was saying huuuhhhh?

"I've got you now!" Harold crowed as he raised his rifle and took aim. He pulled the trigger, and the sound of the weapon instantly caused a pandemonium of noise in the jungle as bird, bats, monkeys panicked and took flight. The mapinguari bellowed in pain as the bullet ripped into its flesh, and it turned toward the two men, its powerful forearms raised threateningly.

It lunged at them, roaring in confused fury. Pedro screamed and fled. Harold readied himself to take another shot, but the huge beast was too close. He dropped the rifle and ran, stumbling over tree roots, desperate to avoid those massive claws.

The beast was gaining on him -- he could practically feel its hot breath on the back of his neck. "Shit shit shit shit shit! " he wheezed.

He took a tumble then, rolling down a short embankment into the river. "SHIT! " he yelled, and scrambled back onto the bank before something in the water got him.

He trained the beam of his flashlight upwards, grateful that he'd managed to hold onto it.

The mapinguari was looming over him, looking down at Harold. Its tiny eyes looked ... almost sad. Harold felt a twinge of regret for having caused it pain.

"I-I'm sorry," he said softly. And bowed his head, ready to accept whatever punishment the beast -- this jungle god -- saw fit to mete out.

But then he heard voices -- human voices shouting in a language he didn't recognise. The mapinguari heard them, too, and it calmly settled back down on all fours, turned and ambled off into the jungle.

"Hey!" Harold called. "Hey! Over here!"

Within seconds he was surrounded by a dozen or so spear-carrying warriors, wearing feather headbands, beaded bandoliers and red face paint.

"Wiñámishi jṵna kimiijusiai!" one of the warriors shouted. "Jikanyi ústa kanimuistaiyi! Uukanta!"

"I'm .. I'm sorry," Harold said. "I don't understand --"

"Uukanta!" the warrior shouted again. "Uukanta!"

Three of their number hauled Harold to his feet, and they bound him, tying his hands together behind his back and fixing a noose around his neck.

"Iijintaiyi nan chanwaarka ujaantaiyi na! "

And they led him through the jungle.

*****

Beej couldn't get the shrunken-head guy out of his mind. Or more accurately, he couldn't get the question of how breathers could shrink somebody's head out of his mind. He could do it easily, of course -- but he was a demon.

He decided to go back in time to see for himself -- after all, the information could prove useful someday.

He looked around to make sure that no one was watching, and then he snapped his fingers.

Instantly he found himself in a village in the middle of the Amazon jungle. Fortunately, since he was invisible, his arrival went unnoticed by the inhabitants. But he didn't think they would've noticed him anyway -- there seemed to be some kind of celebration going on.

A crowd of people were circling a large bonfire, singing and shuffling to the beat of drums as the thin, high notes of a couple of flutes threaded through the air. He could smell roasting meat and vegetables, and his stomach grumbled.

"Looks like fun," he said to himself, and moved closer.

Off to the side he saw someone tied to a post -- he recognised him as his new buddy, the shrunken-head guy. Same clothes.

He continued to watch, glad that he'd arrived at the right place and time.

Beej didn't even think of intervening on the guy's behalf -- what the fuck did he care about saving a breather? Eventually every one of them died anyway.

At last the drumming and dancing ended -- just as the first rays of the sun began to paint the treetops with golden light.

The prisoner was cut down, and he crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

He was lifted up by several warriors and laid out spread eagle on a stone slab, his wrists and ankles tied to wooden posts. Then one of the warriors, strode up, a machete in his right hand. He raised the weapon high, and bellowed, "UKAIYIII!!!"

"AAAIYIIII!!!" the others shouted in response.

The warrior brought the wicked-looking blade down and severed the prisoner's head with one blow, and the women of the tribe began ululating in applause.

The executioner reached down and picked up the head by the hair, holding it aloft for all to see.

Beej was impressed -- it took some skill to sever a head with a single blow, even with a machete. Clearly this wasn't the warrior's first time.

The warrior gently handed the head to another man -- this guy was older, with grey hair. They exchanged a few words -- Beej heard them say muisak several times, and tsantsa. Two words he'd heard before. They meant "soul" and "shrunken head" in the Shuar language.

He nodded to himself.

Beej had heard of the Shuar, or Jívaro. Fearsome headhunters, they were famous for shrinking the heads of their enemies -- he didn't know if there were any other tribes that did that, though. Always wondered how they shrink the heads -- looks like today's the day I get to find out!

He followed the shaman into one of the thatched huts -- a large pot of water simmered over a fire in the middle of the room. The shaman picked up a knife with a blade of chipped flint, sat cross-legged on the floor beside the fire, and set to work, chanting as he did.

Beej squatted down beside him, still invisible, as he sliced into the back of the head, cutting the flesh from neck to crown, and carefully removed the flesh from the skull in a single piece. When he was done, he sewed the eyelids shut and forced three sharpened pegs through both lips.

The old man then took a baseball-sized sphere carved from wood and placed it inside the skin, and dropped it into the boiling water. He continued chanting, shaking a rattle made of shiny black seeds, as the de-boned head cooked.

This was going to take a while, Beej knew, so he headed outside to see what the tribe was going to do with the body. He was disappointed to see that they were burying it, rather than cooking and eating it. What a waste, he sighed. Ah, well -- can't have everything.

*****

A few hours later the shaman removed the head from the pot -- Beej was surprised to see that it had shrunk to about a third of its original size, and the skin was dark and rubbery.

The old man carefully turned the head inside out and began scraping the flesh and fat from the skin. Once it was completely clean he turned it rightside out again and sewed up the slit in the rear.

"Okaaay," Beej muttered.

With wooden tongs, the old man took several small rocks out of the fire and dropped them into the neck opening, followed by a few ladles of hot sand from the smaller pot.

"Why are you doing that?" Beej asked, knowing that the shaman couldn't hear him.

He watched, amazed, as the head shrank further, the skin contracting from the heat.

The shaman emptied the head and refilled it with more sand and rocks, holding more hot rocks against the outside to shape the features. This process was repeated several times, until at last the head was the size of a fist.

"Wow!" Beej exclaimed. "That's so fuckin' cool! "

Now that the head was fully shrunk, the shaman rubbed the skin all over with charcoal ash, and then he hung it over the fire to dry.

Finally, the shaman removed the pegs from the lips and sewed them shut with cotton string, making long, decorative tassels, and presented it to the warrior who'd made the kill.

Beej, grinning, took that as his cue to head back to the Netherworld.

*****

"I gotta tell you," he said to the shrunken-head guy, "it was fuckin' amazing! You shoulda been there! Uh, well ... I guess you kinda were, weren't you? Anyway, I'll tell you all about it sometime -- maybe we can grab lunch. Oh -- uh, right. Never mind."

"Lawrence! " Juno bellowed from her office. "Get in here right NOW! "

"Be right there, Mom!" he called back. "Anyway, I gotta go. See you soon, buddy!"

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice musical #bjtmtmtm #bjtm #beetlejuice the broadway musical #beetlejuice broadway #fan fiction #fanfic #harry the hunter #shrunken-head guy #harry's quest #bjfinn writing

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superkooku · 2 months ago

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So, remember when I said I probably wasn't gonna watch Kaos ?

Well, long story short, my family members asked to watch it with me because they found it kinda funny and, out of curiosity, I did. The first 3 episodes at least.

So, for all the fans, it's not a hate post but I'm still gonna complain, because yeah, there are problems. Just know that you're free to enjoy whatever you want, I have no problem with it.

I'm gonna add a "read more" just in case you don't want to read a (mostly) negative rant about your favorite show 😝. But of course, any friendly debate or counterargument is welcome on this post.

There will be some positives but it's mostly in a "if we forget the source material" way. Which Kaos did multiple times. But it was quite difficult for me to do.

My impressions

You know when doctors watch hospital series and point out every mistake and/or inaccuracy ? Like "No, that's not how anatomy works" or smth ? And somehow kinda being entertained by the mess ? That was me 😅. The whole time.

I don't have anything to say about the actors. They did a good job.

About cultural accuracy, that's obviously not the priority here (unfortunately). But I honestly prefer letting actual Greek users criticize the details like @margaretkart , @katerinaaqu or @wordsmithic. Btw I feel this isn't the type of shows you three would like (I myself spent the whole time finding errors lol).

Why so many shortened names ? I thought it was only Eurydice (Riddy still sounds dumb) but here they are saying Ari for Ariadne and Nax for Astyanax. Three syllables isn't that much, guys.

I kept thinking "You're a wizard Ari" the whole time. (In my language, the H in Harry is silent)

Hades and Persephone were cute, ngl. I don't know, just seeing them work together not in a toxic dark romance setting is refreshing. I just wished Hades was more intimidating. Not evil, per se, that's dumb. But more kingly. Because the Underworld is his domain.

The video explaining how the Underworld works to the shades is fun.

For the 100th time IT'S HERACLES, NOT HERCULES !!!

Thank you @sarafangirlart for mentally preparing me about Hera X Poseidon because... WTH was that ???? I audibly cringed and explained why Hera would never do that.

And for Hestia being a dog... seriously. Why ? How about we actually respect the goddess of the hearth ?

But you did NOT mentally prepare me for Zeus "originally being a human". No he wasn't 🤣🤣. Again with the gods being killable. I really hate it.

I'll repeat it : Ariadne being in the anti-god prophecy is stupid. There are way better choices than a freaking olympian god's wife

Eurydice falling out of love feels weird. It's one of the most healthy pairings in mythology 🤦‍♀️. I prefer the Hades version, she feels more like a fleshed out character and has a more legitimate reason to be mad at him.

Zeus and Prometheus' relationship is kinda fun. Especially Zeus just seeking wisdom from him and teleporting him to the eagle again.

Conversely, I don't like Zeus himself. Probably one of my biggest pet peeves in the show. He just follows the modern "Zeus is 100% horrible" approach. I'm bored by it at this point.

And Zeus would NEVER murder his infant child !!! He'd hide it, protect it, like he did with Dionysus when Semele died.

Godly red blood my beloathed 😭. Where is ichor ?

And yes, Wikipedia is right, Theseus and Astyanax are lovers in this.

(I'm referring to this post. All my problems with this are still relevant) :

If they desperately wanted gay/bi Theseus, Pirithous is literally right here.

Btw why does Theseus work for Minos ? Why did both the Immortals movie and Kaos forget that Theseus is a king and not some financially struggling guy ?

Also, for Kaos alone, he tried to save Athenians by fighting for them, for his people... and to solidify himself as king too. But he still succeeded in saving them.

(here I am defending Theseus. Yup...)

I feel the one who'd bring Ariadne to bloody shows and encourage her to break rules would be Dionysus. Not Theseus. (The Dionysus X Ariadne shipper in me is talking)

Though I still buy him trying to charm her in order to get her help. But yeah, not as much a complaint than something I noticed.

I couldn't resist explaining to my family that they never met, Astyanax died as an infant in most versions and that Minos kept ATHENIANS captive, not Trojans.

When we saw the Minotaur's silhouette, my brother and I sang Batman's theme song 🤣. Because, again, why respect the "bull-headed" man depiction when we can make it lame ?

Polyphemus' depiction was also disappointing btw

Some characters should have more fantastical aspects imo. Like the Erinyes or the Fates. And I needed some time to recognize Charon.

I like some characters like Prometheus, Medusa (she's too attractive but I like her sass), Hades/Persephone and... surprisingly Dionysus.

Ok. I'll finish off with Dionysus (because I love complaining about him in particular)

So, on one hand, this version is pretty fun. I like his energy, how he's not afraid of anything and just chills with mortals. He has a very "cool bro" energy. I liked the scene where he drove the truck in a "idgaf" way. And his dedication to help Orpheus to find a purpose is really cool. Overall if he was an original character, I'd honestly really like him.

On the other hand, as a representation of Dionysus the god ? Not really.

I'll only say he's one of the best, not because he's very accurate, but because the bar is extremely low 🤣🤣. Like at least he isn't a stupid drunkard or a background character.

But it's still very disappointing. The fact that in Episode 1, he's introduced as the god of wine and madness. And yet the second part isn't used at all 🤣. Feels like a decoration rather than the core part of his mythological character.

Also, Dionysus isn't insignificant. He had a whole journey proving his worth, traveling, expanding his cult. I'd understand Hera calling him that (in his youth, before he helped her with Hephaestus), but Zeus ? No !

Zeus values his son, he even trusted him to go to India and make them believe in the gods. He saved his son twice if we count Orphism, then enthrusted Hermes to hide him from Hera. Because Zeus can be a good father at times, yk ? 😂. He's not a horrible demon, just a representation of kings.

Coming back to Dionysus, in my mind he's a fun guy 50% of the time... and a menace to society the other 50%. And a free spirit with zero limit 100% of the time.

Also, where are the maenads and satyrs ? Why is he alone ?? He has a big following !!! I'd feel like in his moments of doubt, he'd ask Silenus or hang out with them.

Finally, him helping Orpheus is hilarious considering that

1. Orphism. Orpheus should have recognized him instantly.

2. Orpheus dies dismembered by maenads. In a way, Dionysus DID help Orpheus to reunite with his wife, huh 😂😂 ?

The scene where he and another guy made love in the toilet reminded me of the Prosymnus myth... that comes from veeeeeeeery late sources. Idk how to feel about it. I would have preferred him to show his might as a god.

(plus I don't like sex scenes in general. Yeah, I had to skip these parts 😅.)

More about my opinion on this version of Dionysus here :

Global conclusion

Idk I'm mixed about this. I don't like how they handled most of the mythological depictions, but independently, it was kinda enjoyable. Some scenes are fun independently from the myth.

I don't have a lot to say about the plot : interesting for an original show, stupid for a mythology adaptation (wth is that prophecy ?).

I think I'll keep watching the show, just to laugh a bit 🤣.

Btw seeing how they handled the couples, I'm glad characters like Odysseus/Penelope, Perseus/Andromeda didn't appear 😅. I'm betting they'd be portrayed as misogynistic cheaters or smth.

And Penelope or Andromeda as women who hate their husbands and have no common characteristics with their myth versions.

#rant #kaos #greek myth discussion #greek mythology #not a reblog #when will we have a morally grey Zeus and a scary Dionysus ? Never probably 😬#kaos critical

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lovetogether · 5 months ago

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We should post our animal assessments for twin peaks uhhm laa 🎶

Laura - grey wolf

Leland - grey wolf

Sarah - grey wolf

Maddy - black wolf

Shelly - white tailed deer

Bobby - bobcat

Leo - cougar

Mike but like the one that’s Bobby’s friend - yellow house cat

Major Briggs - rhino

Donna - Pygmy rabbit

James - Newfoundland

Norma - cocker spaniel

Big ed - Newfoundland

Nadine - red fox

Andy - river otter

Harry - northern raccoon

Lucy - eastern cottontail

Hawk - Wolverine

Dale - piebald squirrel

Ben - brown tortie

Jerry - orange tabby

Audrey - mixed tortie

Cathrine - Persian cat

Pete - yellow bellied marmot

Josie - golden pheasant

The arm - teacup big

Giant - giant sloth

Mike - owl

Bob - coyote

Gordon - David lynch dog OR parakeet. Have these two fight to the death

Albert - ant (lemon suggestion)

Denise - maned wolf

Sam - duck

That other agent from movie we forgot his name - idk lol

Log lady - beaver

Annie - cocker spaniel

Harold - bearded lizard

Dr jacoby - brown bear

Phillip Jeffries - davidbowie huntsman spider

Da freaking Return

JaneyE - long eared chipmunk

Sonny Jim - chipmunk squirrel hybrid

Blow job brothers - desert bighorn sheep

Diane - poodle

British guy - feild mouse

Other sherif Truman - northern raccoon

Wally - weird hybrid of what Andy and Lucy were because that’s funny

Richard - bushy tailed cat

The woodsman - black bear

#if there’s characters not listed here you can ask who they’d be we doo not mind #actually we love talking to people . so we implore it #lists

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legcndsnvrdie · 6 months ago

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INTRODUCING ALFIE MADDOCK

my name is [ ALFIE MADDOCK ] … and i am from [ HELLTOWN, OHIO ] and i’m an [ASSISTANT VARSITY BASEBALL COACH & PERSONAL TRAINER]. i lived in helltown for [ 27 YEARS ] because [I COULDN'T HACK IT AS A PRO BASEBALL PLAYER]. i am [30] my pronouns are [ HE/HIM ] and i am [ LOYAL, SELFLESS, DISCIPLINED ] though some may say i’m [ BLUNT, PARTICULAR, COMPETITIVE- ]. i also hear i look a lot like [ BRANDON LARRACUENTE ] but, i don’t know if i see it. i’m here because [MOM NEEDED HIM HOME AFTER DAD WALKED OUT ] but, maybe there’s more to it than that. you never know with helltown.

BASICS

full name: alfred benjamin maddock II nickname(s): alfie, al, alf, alfster, captain age: thirty birthday: october first gender: cismale relationship status: single star sign: libra current residence: helltown, ohio occupation: assistant varsity baseball coach & personal trainer languages: english & spanish

REFLECTION

looks like: brandon larracuente hair color: dark eye color: ever changing depending on the lighting, typically bluish grey sometimes green & hazel height: six foot, two inches tattoos: half sleeve on his left arm piercings: left ear (team bonding dare)

FAMILY

father: alfred maddock sr. mother: naomi maddock nee torres siblings: three younger sisters (hoping to put in wcs for them!) pets: great dane named onyx extended family: potential step-mother aka the woman his father ran off with

PERSONALITY

characteristics: disciplined, honest, passionate, loyal, protective, blunt, competitive, nostalgic for the good ol’ days. fears: letting this family down, not living up to expectations passions/hobbies: baseball, working out and lifting weights, juicing (like fruit juices lol), drawing, sketching, & designing tattoos drugs/ alcohol/ smoking: dabbled after leaving the minors and returning to helltown/ yes / cigarettes socially aesthetics: bases loaded, 2 outs, game on the line, toned muscles, empty beer cans, calloused hands and bruised knuckles, worn out cleats, ice cold yellow gatorade, backwards baseball caps, shirtless workouts, championship trophies collecting dust, sliding into home plate, drags of cigarette smoke to numb the pain, sweat dripping down a furrowed brow line, one more rep, again, again, again, knuckles cracking, folded up varsity jackets character inspo: Jason Street (Friday Night Lights), Archie Andrews (Riverdale), Jeff Atkins (13 Reasons Why) Cedric Diggory (Harry Potter), Randy ‘Pink’ Floyd (Dazed and Confused)

BIOGRAPHY

EARLY YEARS:

Alfred Maddock II was born to a middle class family in Helltown, Ohio on a warm October evening with the Cincinnati Reds World Series playoffs well underway. His father barely made it to hospital in time, squeezing in one last inning before rushing out of the bar to witness the birth of his own little shortstop. Alfred Sr. was something of a legend back in high school. The kind of guy who reminisces about the glory days at his 9 to 5 job and marries his high school sweetheart which he did. Her name is Naomi, and she is the matriarch of the Maddock family. Alfie is the eldest child of Maddock's little baseball team of four and his father's only son. Therefore from the time Alfie could walk, he was always in the yard playing catch with his old man and coming in late for dinner with soot stained cheeks and green stains streaked across his knees. Not to mention, the distant sound of his mother’s warnings —don’t track mud in the house—following him to his place at the table. Despite his father’s small town legacy, Alfie wasn’t a natural talent and baseball didn’t always come easy for him. What he did have, however, was discipline and the fierce drive to work twice as hard as his teammates even if that meant double sessions and waking up before sunrise. By the time he hit middle school, Alfie was already as tall as a sophomore and his father was more like a second coach to him than an actual parent, constantly reminding him to always choke up on the bat to achieve better ball control.

HIGH SCHOOL:

In high school, all Alfie’s hard work paid off. The kid had it all, a bright light in a town that always seemed to be constantly plagued by mystery and fog. He was an All-American shortstop who made the varsity baseball team his freshman year, scored a hot girlfriend, was the resident beer pong champ at all the post game after parties, and to top it all off he was a pretty nice guy. Alfie could always be found wearing his varsity jacket with his signature backwards baseball cap, ready to throw a fastball over to one of his teammates who he was constantly surrounded by. Being both popular and captain of the baseball team did have its responsibilities however, and there were certain unwritten rules that came with the territory. Alfie wasn’t your typical stupid, jerkface jock; he was the captain, in the top spot. He wasn’t flashy like some of the other guys on the team—though his homerun victory laps were legendary— or made an ass of himself by getting into arguments and fist fights on the field. He was the guy who would have your back and take the fall, a leader, and the heart and soul of the Ashevere High School baseball team. It was a role that Alfie cherished and one that carried over in his family life and and with his friends off of the baseball diamond.

PRESENT:

With an impressive high school baseball career, Alfie was recruited by the Columbus Clippers to play Minor League Baseball and was on the fast track to play in the Majors for the Cleveland Guardians. This was his moment and his chance to finally get out of small town Ohio and make something of himself. For three seasons, he shined like he did in high school. He was quick, agile, and had a throwing arm worthy of the pros, even became captain of the team in his final season. But it was in that third and final season with the Clippers that Alfie was thrown the biggest curveball of his life and his world came crashing down. Alfred Sr. ran off with another woman leaving his family behind, and Alfie’s mother completely devastated. Much mystery surrounds his father’s sudden departure with this other woman, one that brings about a certain eeriness Alfie can’t seem to place. His father was no saint, but Alfie was about to be at the top of his game just like his dad always wanted for him and then suddenly he takes off. It didn't make sense to Alfie, but it was enough for him to put his dreams on hold. Always the captain on or off the field, the athlete saw no other choice but to give up his career and move back to Helltown to help out his mother, becoming the replacement father figure for his younger sisters that nobody asked for. Alfie has been back in Helltown for nine years now, often greeted with a furrowed brow and a pleasant: “Aren’t you that kid who played ball for Ashevere a few years back?” He took up a job at the local gym as a personal trainer and eventually became an assistant coach for the varsity baseball team, unable to completely leave the sport behind forever. As much as Alfie longs to escape Helltown and reclaim the all-star career he was robbed of, he can’t seem to leave, unable to shake the darkness that continues to lurk within the town and half convinced the most recent disappearances may be connected to his father’s sudden departure all those years ago, let alone leave his family to fend for themselves among all the chaos. But even with the game on the line, bases loaded, and two outs, the kid always could manage to pull through and smash a curveball straight out of the park.

KAYLA MCNEIL & HER DISAPPEARANCE

Alfie couldn’t tell you exactly how it happened. One minute he was grumbling about a bad call the umpire had made during a middle school double header, and the next they were making out. It was nothing more than a one time thing, a harmless kiss in the heat of the moment. She was there, he was upset, and from that moment on Kayla always seemed to have that calming effect on him. By the time high school rolled around, she was more like another one of his sisters and he was integrated into her friend group. They lost touch when Alfie was recruited to play in minors and only reconnected recently. When she disappeared, it was a strange feeling. He wasn't as close with her, and yet he still somehow feels obligated to find out what happened to her.

HEADCANNONS:

Alfie always wore the number 13 in baseball despite it being considered an unlucky number on and off the baseball diamond. He was never really superstitious about it until recently and swears he sees the number 13 in the most random places now almost as if to mock him.

He is a huge A-Rod fan and looked up to him as a kid even though his family were Cincinnati Reds fans. He wanted to be a professional shortstop because of him. May or may not have teared up a bit when him and JLO broke up, too.

Alfie is extremely protective of his mother and sisters and feels he has to be the man of the house now that their father walked out.

In his spare time, Alfie loves to draw and sketch. He has a sketchbook filled with his doodles and potential future tattoo ideas. They actually aren’t bad at all.

His ducati is his baby and he treats it as such.

CONNECTIONS | PINTEREST | SPOTIFY

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