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coopermcscreams · 3 months ago

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[Image ID: A meet the artist image with a light blue and yellow theme. The background is yellow, and there’s some blue boxes with yellow text. There’s a drawing of a white teenager in the top corner. He has a half red and half blue mullet, round glasses, brown roots and bushy eyebrows, and brown eyes. He has a septum piercing, snakebites, two cheek piercings, a nose bridge piercing, two eyebrow piercings on the right, and on his ear, an industrial, 2 cartilage, and 3 lobe piercings. He wears a tan binder, a brown sweater, a belt, two belt chains, green pants, and brown boots. He holds a cup. To his right, it says “MEET THE ARTIST” in bold blue letters. Under this text and to the right, there’s a trans flag, a pansexual flag, a polyamorous flag, a genderfaun flag, an upside-down american flag, and an upside-down texan flag. To the right of the teenager, it says “Cooper/Otto - He/They/It/Faer - 16 - ENFP-T.” Between the teenager and the flags, there’s a blue box with yellow text labeled “FANDOMS.” The fandoms listed are Steven Universe, She Ra, The Owl House, Gravity Falls, Inside Job, Ace Attorney, Avatar the Last Airbender, Pokemon, Nimona, Minecraft, The Legend of Korra, Cult of the Lamb, Dungeon Meshi, Sonic the Hedgehog, Into the Spiderverse, Kipo and the Age of the Wonderbeasts, Carmen Sandiego, Danganronpa, Studio Ghibli, The Amazing Digital Circus, Hamilton, Wicked, Mean Girls, Murder Drones, Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and Lupin the Third. (Also, reading through this, I forgot to add The Disastrous Life of Saiki K and Come From Away. I also like those.) Under the teenager is a blue box with yellow text labeled “DNI.” There are two items on the list. “Blogs with minors DNI. I’m minors lol.” and “NSFW blogs.” Under the DNI box is a second blue box, labeled “TAGS.” The items on the list are “Otto Originals - my posts,” “Cooper Screams - not art”, “Tips and Tricks - art hacks,” “⏰ - queue,” “Special Guest - other artists,” “Blorbo From My Shows - canon fandom blorbo,” and “Blorbo From My Brain - OC.” In the bottom right there is a doodle of my cat, Kage. He’s mostly black with a small white patch on his chest and yellow eyes. His right ear is clipped due to the vet’s neutering policy. In the empty space between everything else and my cat, there’s a picture of Halawa (Pronounced ‘hall-lava’) valley with a blue frame. Throughout the drawing there’s scattered doodles of the Autism, ADHD, Depression, and Anxiety characters. End ID.]

[Image ID 2: Another image with a similar color palette, except the blue is the background. The top corner says “Comms” in yellow, and underneath it says “Prices & Info” in the same color. To the right of this, there’s a small doodle of me in yellow. Under the text, there’s a yellow box labeled “❌ Won’t draw:” with blue text. The items on the list are “Super heavy gore (Stuff like organs hanging out. I’m not very good at drawing that stuff.),” “NSFW. I’m minors.,” “Complex robots/mechs (Although it depends for this one. If you’re not sure, ask!),” and “Hate and/or bigotry.” Under the won’t draw box is a smaller yellow box with blue text reading “All comms WILL come with AI disturbance. There’s a blue doodle of me in the box holding a sign saying “FUCK AI.” There’s a yellow doodle of me under that box saying “DM here or on discord (coopermc.) if interested!” To the right of the yellow doodle next to the top left corner, there’s a yellow box with a drawing of a mixed white-passing child with short curly hair and bushy eyebrows. It’s just lineart, and the box has blue text that reads “Headshot - lineart. Staring at $2.00.” To the right of this box is a second one, showing the same character, but colored in with brown and pink hair, and pink eyes. This one reads “Headshot - base color. Starting at $5.00.” There’s a third box under and slightly to the left of the first box, with the same drawing, but fully shaded and with colored lineart. This one says “Headshot - full shading. Starting at $8.00.” To the right of this box is a longer box, showing a drawing of a hawai’ian boy with hisuian zoroark (fox) ears, long hair, and an eyepatch on his left eye. He has 3 piercings in each ear. It’s labeled “Bust - lineart. Starting at $5.00.” There’s a second box under the third headshot, showing the boy colored in with white, pink, and red hair. His iris is red and his sclera is yellow, his eyepatch is white, his eyelash is red and white, he has white zoroark markings on his cheeks, and his hoodie is black. It’s labeled “Bust - base color. Starting at $10.00.” There’s a third box in the bottom corner, with the same character except fully shaded and with colored lineart. It reads “Bust - full shading. Starting at $15.00.” Between the base color and fully shaded busts, there’s a doodle of me with my hands in the air. To the right of the lineart bust, there’s a doodle of me peeking around the corner from offscreen. End ID.]

[Image ID 3: 6 yellow boxes on a blue background. In the top right corner, there’s a doodle of me saying “Lineless: +$5.00.” The first yellow box in the top left shows half of a blasian man with almost shoulder-length locs in a suit. It’s labled “Half - lineart. Starting at $10.00.” The box to the right has the same image, but colored. His hair and eyes are purple, and his suit is purple and black. This box says “Half - base color. Starting at $15.00.” The box to the right of that one shows the same character, fully shaded and lineart colored. It’s labeled “Half - fully shaded. Starting at $20.00.” The box in the bottom left shows a wasian boy in a turtleneck Team Rocket sweater covering half his face. The drawing cuts off at his knees. He has bushy eyebrows, feathered ears, anti-eyebrow piercings, and a grown out bowl haircut. It’s labeled “3/4 - lineart. Starting at $15.00.” To the right is another box with the same character, his sweater is black and red, his pants are red, his eyebrows are dark blue, most of his hair and his eyes are a lighter blue, and some streaks in his hair and his feathers are light blue. This one says “3/4 - base color. Starting at $20.00.” The last box has the same character, but fully shaded and with colored lineart. It’s labeled “3/4 - full shading. Starting at $25.00.” End ID.]

[Image ID 4: Another image with a blue background. There’s a yellow box in the top left corner with a taiwanese young adult. They have a mullet and some spikes on the sides of the head/neck area. They wear a black tank top with a half-unzipped jumpsuit over it, straps over the shoulders but the sleeves and shirt part of the jumpsuit are bunched up right above the pants. They also have a large cloud-like tail. The box is labeled “Full - lineart. Starting at $20.00.” In the top right corner, there’s a speech bubble connected to a doodle of myself below it. I’m saying “All proceeds go to supporting me and helping me stay safe and funding my goal of moving out of the U.S.* unless specified otherwise. I may announce an event in which proceeds go to a different cause, or you may request that your commission goes towards a charity or fund of yout choice!” In the bottom left, there’s some small text reading “*I first need to go north to Canada, but my goal is to live in Iceland. I also need to bring 3 people.” Below the doodle of myself is a drawing of a Hoopa from Pokemon triumphantly holding a ring in it’s left hand. End ID.]

[Image ID 5: The same setup and character as the last image, but the character is colored in. Their hair is red, green, brown on the sides, and yellow, their eyelashes are green, their eyebrows are brown, their nails are red and clawed, their jumpsuit is brown, their shoes are black and and their spikes are red. The box is labeled “Full - base color. Starting at $25.00.” To the right in the top corner, there’s a list of ways to contact me. “Paypal: cooperhonu,” “Tumblr: coopermcscreams,” “Discord: coopermc.,” “Deviant Art: coopermcscreams,” “Email: [email protected],” and “CharacterHub: coopermc..” Underneath, there’s a doodle of me on a computer, captioned “(More likely to respond on Discord!).” Under that, is a drawing of an orange Hisuian Zorua from Pokemon, and under the Zorua is a drawing of a Squirtle from Pokemon, modeled after a red-eared slider turtle. End ID.]

[Image ID 6: The same character and setup from before, except the character is now fully shaded and has colored lineart. The box is labeled “Full - full shading. Starting at $30.00.” In the top right corner, there’s a list of prices for backgrounds. “Simple background: +$2.00,” “Normal background - lineart: +$25.00,” “Normal background - base color: +$35.00,” “Normal background - full shading: +$45.00,” “Complicated background - lineart: +$35.00,” “Complicated background - base color: -$45.00,” “Complicated background - full shading: +$55.00,” and “Nonhumanoid/Robots/Animals: +$8.00.” Below this is a drawing of a cream-colored pony with round glasses, some piercings, brown hair with green flecks, lots of scars, a bag, and a pink flower cutie mark. Below that is a fusion of a Porygon-2 and a Tsareena from Pokemon. End ID.]

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scriptedinkbyxim · 22 days ago

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The Maid of Honor

Part 3: The Bridesmaid's Party

The one where Theodore Nott's former flings haunt him. Or the one where Theodore Nott's pretends to be Y/N Black's Fianceé.

Pairings: Theodore Nott x Reader, Charlie Weasley x reader.

Warnings: Slight Angst. Misogyny.

A/N: I love Ginny and Daphne. How I wrote them is entirely OC just for the sake of this fic.

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The morning sun filtered through the enchanted windows of Madam Puddifoot's newest establishment, carefully concealed among the bustling streets of Muggle London. Theodore Nott adjusted his perfectly tailored navy blazer and checked his watch for the third time in five minutes. The brunch meeting was scheduled to begin at eleven, and punctuality had always been one of his more reliable traits—unlike his tendency to charm his way out of uncomfortable situations, which he suspected would be sorely tested today.

The tea shop's expansion into the Muggle world had been a stroke of genius, Theodore had to admit. The same sickeningly pink décor and lace doilies that had made him cringe during his Hogwarts years now served as the perfect camouflage for a gathering that would have raised eyebrows in the wizarding world. After all, it wasn't every day that former Death Eater childrens sat down for tea with members of the Order of the Phoenix's most prominent family.

Theodore's fingers drummed against the white tablecloth as he surveyed the private dining room Madam Puddifoot had prepared for them. Round tables adorned with pink roses and enough frilly decorations to make even the most devoted romantic queasy. He supposed it was fitting—this entire wedding planning process felt like navigating a minefield of past grudges and present tensions, all wrapped up in a bow of forced civility.

The door chimed, and Theodore's posture straightened instinctively as the first guests began to arrive. Fleur Weasley entered with the grace of a practiced socialite, her platinum blonde hair cascading over her shoulders as she guided three-year-old Victoire by the hand. The little girl's Veela heritage was already beginning to show, her silvery-blonde curls catching the light as she skipped beside her mother.

"You must be Theodore," Fleur greeted him with a polite smile, her French accent still evident after all these years in England.

"It’s a pleasure to meet you Fleur," he replied, rising to kiss her cheek in the continental fashion she preferred. "And this must be Victoire. You’re even bigger than what Y/N told me."

Victoire peered up at him with curious blue eyes, apparently unimpressed by his attempts at charm. Theodore couldn't blame her—children had always been more perceptive than adults when it came to detecting insincerity.

The next arrivals came in quick succession: Ginny Weasley, noticeably pregnant and looking rather fierce despite her condition, with five-year-old Teddy Lupin in tow. The boy's hair was currently a shocking shade of turquoise, and he seemed determined to touch everything within reach. Following close behind were the Slytherin contingent—Pansy Parkinson, Astoria Greengrass, and Daphne Greengrass, each looking as though they'd rather be anywhere else.

Theodore's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly as Daphne's cool gaze met his. Even after all these years, the memory of their explosive breakup still stung. She'd been beautiful, intelligent, and everything a proper pureblood heir should have wanted in a wife. The problem was that she'd also been perceptive enough to recognize that his heart belonged to someone else entirely.

"Theodore," Daphne said, her voice honey-sweet with just a hint of venom. "Still playing the devoted friend, I see. How... noble of you."

"Daphne," he replied evenly, refusing to take the bait. "You look radiant as always."

Pansy snorted softly, clearly enjoying the tension, while Astoria shot her older sister a warning look. The dynamic between the Greengrass sisters had always fascinated Theodore—Astoria, the younger, more diplomatic one who'd somehow managed to capture Draco Malfoy's heart and reform him into something resembling a decent human being, while Daphne remained sharp-edged and unforgiving.

The final arrival was the one that mattered most. Y/N Black entered the private dining room like she owned it, her dark hair swept up in an elegant chignon that emphasized the graceful line of her neck. She wore a simple but expensive sundress in a light lavender that brought out the light in her eyes—eyes that had haunted Theodore's dreams for more years than he cared to count.

"Sorry I'm late," she said breathlessly, pressing quick kisses to cheeks and accepting congratulations on her engagement with the practiced ease of someone born into pureblood society. "Things at St. Mungo’s were absolutely mental."

Theodore watched her work the room, noting the way she seamlessly switched between the warmth she showed the Weasley women and the more formal courtesy she extended to her Slytherin friends. It was a skill they'd both learned early—the ability to navigate different social circles with ease.

When she finally reached him, her smile softened into something genuine. "Theo," she said, and the way she said his name made his chest tight with familiar longing.

"Darling," he replied, pressing a kiss to her cheek and inhaling the subtle scent of her perfume—something beachy and expensive that she'd worn since their fifth year. "You look beautiful."

"Flatterer," she accused, but her eyes sparkled with amusement.

"Guilty as charged."

As everyone settled around the oversized table, Theodore found himself strategically positioned between Y/N and Astoria, with Daphne directly across from him.

The seating arrangement felt like a chess game, with everyone calculating their moves and potential alliances.

Madam Puddifoot herself appeared to take their orders, her round face beaming with the satisfaction of hosting such an illustrious gathering. The menu was an eclectic mix of traditional British fare and continental delicacies, clearly designed to appeal to the diverse group of guests.

"So," Ginny said once their orders had been placed, "I suppose we should discuss the wedding plans. Charlie's been rather vague about the details, but I assume you'll want something traditional?"

The question seemed innocuous enough, but Theodore caught the subtle challenge in her tone. He'd learned to read between the lines of conversations from an early age, and this felt like the opening gambit in a much larger conflict.

"We're still deciding on the specifics," Y/N replied diplomatically. "There are so many traditions to consider from both families."

"Of course," Fleur interjected smoothly, "but surely you'll want the children to participate? Victoire would make an adorable flower girl, and Teddy could be the ring bearer."

Theodore felt the tension in the room ratchet up several degrees. He knew Y/N well enough to recognize the slight tightening around her eyes that meant she was choosing her words carefully.

"It's a lovely idea," she said, "but some of the more traditional ceremonies can be quite... lengthy. I wouldn't want the children to become restless."

"Pureblood high-society weddings don't usually include children," Daphne added with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "They're considered rather... disruptive to the solemnity of the occasion."

Ginny's expression darkened. "I see. And what about the reception? Surely that would be more appropriate for family?"

"The Blacks have always favored more intimate gatherings," Pansy said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "Quality over quantity, you understand."

Theodore could practically feel the diplomatic temperature plummeting. This was exactly what he'd been dreading—the clash between Y/N's old world connections and her new family's more... egalitarian sensibilities.

"Well," Ginny said, her voice tight with barely controlled irritation, "I suppose that's Charlie's decision to make. Speaking of which, Y/N, have you given any thought to what you'll do after the wedding? About your career, I mean?"

Y/N's fork paused halfway to her mouth. "I'm sorry?"

"Your work as a Healer," Ginny clarified, though her tone suggested the clarification was anything but innocent. "Will you be continuing with your research, or...?"

The question hung in the air like a curse waiting to detonate. Theodore felt his protective instincts surge to life, recognizing the trap that had been laid. He knew Y/N's work meant everything to her—it had already saved countless lives, and she was on the verge of a breakthrough in magical healing that could revolutionize treatment for previously incurable conditions. She had hoped to continue with her research in Romania.

"I... well, Charlie and I haven't really discussed..." Y/N began, clearly flustered.

"It's just that most women find it difficult to balance a demanding career with family life. That is one of the reasons I left my quidditch career after I got pregnant," Ginny continued, seemingly oblivious to the way Y/N's face had gone pale. "And Charlie's mentioned wanting children sooner rather than later. I just assumed..."

"You assumed wrong," Theodore said quietly, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

All eyes turned to him, and he felt the familiar weight of being the center of attention. It was a feeling he'd grown accustomed to over the years, though usually under more pleasant circumstances.

"I mean," he continued, his tone carefully neutral, "Y/N's research is far too important to abandon. She's on the verge of several groundbreaking discoveries. Surely Charlie understands that."

"Of course he does," Y/N said quickly, but Theodore could hear the uncertainty in her voice. "We just... there's time to figure all that out."

The conversation continued to deteriorate from there. Every topic seemed to hit a nerve—the guest list, the venue, the music, even the flowers became sources of contention. The Weasley women wanted something warm and inclusive, while the Slytherin contingent pushed for traditional elegance and exclusivity. Y/N found herself caught in the middle, trying to placate both sides while slowly being pulled apart by their competing visions.

Theodore watched it all with growing concern. He'd seen Y/N handle much worse situations with grace and diplomacy, but something about this particular conflict seemed to be getting under her skin. Perhaps it was the personal nature of the attacks, or maybe it was the realization that her two worlds might be fundamentally incompatible.

When the tension finally became unbearable, Y/N pushed back from the table with a bright, brittle smile.

"I think I need another drink," she announced, her voice artificially cheerful. "Anyone else?"

Before anyone could respond, she was already walking toward the small bar area that had been set up in the corner of the room. Theodore didn't hesitate—he rose from his seat and followed her, ignoring the curious looks from the other guests.

He found her at the bar, gripping the edge of the polished wood with white knuckles. Her carefully constructed facade had cracked just enough to reveal the stress and uncertainty beneath.

"That bad?" he asked quietly, settling beside her.

She let out a shaky laugh. "Is it that obvious?"

"Only to me," he assured her, then turned to the bartender. "Tea, please. Earl Grey, no honey." He glanced at Y/N. "And for the lady... let's see... an iced coffee with almond milk, two pumps of vanilla syrup, extra shot of espresso, light ice, and just a splash of condensed milk."

Y/N stared at him in amazement. "How do you even remember that?"

"I pay attention," he said simply, then added with a slight smile, "Besides, you've been ordering the same ridiculous coffee concoction since we were children."

The bartender set about preparing their drinks, and for a moment, they stood in comfortable silence. Theodore had always been good at reading Y/N's moods, knowing when she needed space and when she needed support.

Right now, she needed both.

"They mean well," Y/N said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Do they?" Theodore asked, genuinely curious. "Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like they're trying to remake you into their image of what Charlie's wife should be."

Y/N's laugh held no humor. "Maybe that's what he needs."

"Bullshit," Theodore said, his vehemence surprising both of them. "Charlie fell in love with you, not some sanitized version of you. If he wanted a traditional pureblood wife who'd give up her career to raise children and waited for him at home with dinner, he would have proposed to one like that."

Before Y/N could respond, a familiar voice interrupted their moment of peace.

"Well, well. If it isn't the infamous Theodore Nott and Y/N Black."

Theodore's blood turned to ice in his veins. He turned slowly, already knowing what he would find, and came face to face with Susan Bones. She looked much the same as she had during their Hogwarts years—pleasant features, kind eyes, and a smile that had once made him feel like the worst kind of bastard.

Seven Years Earlier - Hogwarts, Sixth year.

The Slug Club Christmas party was in full swing, and Theodore found himself wishing he were anywhere else. The dungeon had been transformed into something resembling a winter wonderland, complete with fake snow that never seemed to settle and enough mistletoe to stock a greenhouse. Professor Slughorn held court in the center of the room, regaling anyone who would listen with stories of his most famous former students.

Theodore adjusted his dress robes and scanned the room for Y/N. She'd been the one to invite him, after all—her membership in the Slug Club was a foregone conclusion, given her brilliant mind and impressive pedigree, while his own Death Eater connections had made him persona non grata in Slughorn's eyes.

He found her near the refreshment table, looking radiant in deep purple robes that brought out the silver threads in her dark hair. She was laughing at something Blaise Zabini had said, her head thrown back in genuine amusement, and Theodore felt that familiar stab of possessive longing that he'd been trying to suppress for years.

"Theo!" she called out when she spotted him, her face lighting up with a smile that made his chest tight. "You made it!"

"Wouldn't miss it," he lied smoothly, accepting the glass of punch she pressed into his hands. "Though I'm surprised Slughorn agreed to let me attend."

"I may have been persuasive," she admitted with a mischievous grin. "Besides, I needed a proper date for this thing. Can't have the other girls thinking I'm completely hopeless."

The word 'date' sent a jolt through Theodore's system, even though he knew she meant it casually. They'd been best friends since they were kids, but lately, the line between friendship and something more had been blurring in ways that terrified him.

"Well then," he said, offering her his arm with exaggerated gallantry, "shall we make our grand entrance?"

They'd barely made it three steps before Slughorn descended upon them like a particularly enthusiastic vulture.

"Ah, Miss Black!" the portly professor exclaimed, his mustache quivering with excitement. "And young Mr. Nott! What a delightful surprise!"

Theodore braced himself for the inevitable lecture about the company one keeps, but instead, Slughorn's eyes took on a speculative gleam.

"You know," the professor continued, apparently oblivious to their discomfort, "you two remind me so much of another couple I once knew. Your parents, Miss Black—Regulus Black and Genevieve Lestrange. What a tragedy that they were taken so young. They were quite the pair, you know. Brilliant minds, both of them, and so devoted to each other."

Theodore felt Y/N stiffen beside him. Her parents were not a subject she discussed lightly, and Slughorn's casual mention of their deaths made his protective instincts flare.

"Professor," Y/N began, her voice carefully controlled, "Theodore and I are just—"

"Oh, no need to be modest, my dear!" Slughorn interrupted with a knowing wink. "Young love is nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, I find it quite refreshing in these dark times. You make a lovely couple."

"We're not—" Theodore started, but Slughorn was already moving on, having spotted another student to ambush with his enthusiasm.

Y/N and Theodore stood in awkward silence for a moment, both processing what had just happened. Finally, Y/N spoke.

"Well, that was sufficiently mortifying."

"Could have been worse," Theodore said, trying to inject some levity into the situation. "He could have asked about our wedding plans."

Y/N laughed, the sound easing some of the tension between them. "Don't give him ideas. He's probably already planning the ceremony in his head."

Before Theodore could respond, another voice joined their conversation—one that made his stomach drop.

"Theodore? Is that really you?"

He turned to find Susan Bones approaching, her face bright with what looked like genuine pleasure at seeing him. Theodore's throat constricted as memories of their brief entanglement earlier that year came flooding back. It had been a mistake—one of many he'd made during his campaign of self-destruction—but Susan had taken it more seriously than he'd intended.

"Susan," he managed, his voice carefully neutral. "You look lovely."

"Thank you," she said, though her eyes had already shifted to Y/N with curious intensity. "I don't believe we've been introduced. I'm Susan Bones."

"Y/N Black," his best friend replied politely, though Theodore caught the slight narrowing of her eyes. She'd always been protective of him, even when he didn't deserve it.

"Oh, you're the one Theodore’s been in—" Susan began, but Theodore cut her off quickly.

"Y/N is my girlfriend," he said, the lie slipping out before he could stop it. "Would you excuse us? I promised her a dance."

Without waiting for Susan's response, he grabbed Y/N's hand and pulled her toward the dance floor, leaving a bewildered Susan behind.

"Girlfriend?" Y/N hissed as they began to move to the slow waltz. "Care to explain?"

Theodore spun her expertly, using the movement to avoid her penetrating gaze. "Susan has been... persistent since our encounter at the beginning of the year. I thought it might discourage her."

"Encounter?" Y/N's eyebrows rose. "Is that what we're calling it now?"

Heat flooded Theodore's cheeks. His reputation as a serial heartbreaker was well-established by this point, but discussing it with Y/N always made him feel like the worst kind of cad.

"It was nothing," he muttered. "A mistake."

"They all are, aren't they?" Y/N asked softly, and there was something in her voice that made him look at her properly for the first time that evening.

She was beautiful—she'd always been beautiful—but tonight there was something different. Something almost sad in the way she was looking at him.

"Y/N—" he began, but she shook her head.

"It's fine, Theo. You don't owe me explanations about your personal life."

But the thing was, he wanted to explain. He wanted to tell her that every meaningless encounter, every one-night stand, every brief liaison was just another attempt to forget how he felt about her. He wanted to tell her that she was the only thing that mattered, the only light in the darkness that had consumed his life since his father's arrest that June.

Instead, he pulled her closer and tried to make a joke. "Well, if we're going to be fake dating, we might as well make it convincing. Want to scandalize the gossips and hook up in a broom closet?"

He'd meant it as a tease, a way to lighten the mood, but Y/N went rigid in his arms. For a moment, her carefully constructed mask slipped, and he saw something that looked like longing flash across her features before it was quickly replaced by hurt.

"I think I'll pass," she said, her voice artificially bright. "I quite like having you as my best friend, and I'd rather not become another casualty of your one-night-only rule."

The words hit him like a physical blow. His "one-night-only rule" had been born out of self-preservation—a way to ensure that no one got too close, that no one could hurt him the way his father's choices had hurt. But hearing Y/N reference it so casually made him realize how it must look from the outside.

"You could never be just one night," he said quietly, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

Y/N's step faltered, and for a moment, they stood frozen in the middle of the dance floor, staring at each other with an intensity that made the rest of the room fade away.

"Theo," she whispered, and he could hear a thousand questions in the way she said his name.

But he couldn't answer them. Couldn't tell her that he loved her so much it physically hurt, that he thought about her every moment of every day, that he'd built his entire reputation as a heartbreaker because he couldn't have the one heart that mattered.

Instead, he forced a smile and spun her again, letting the moment pass. "Come on," he said, his voice carefully light. "Let's give Slughorn something to really gossip about."

They danced for the rest of the evening, laughing and joking as if nothing had changed. But something had changed, even if they weren't ready to acknowledge it. In the space between one heartbeat and the next, they'd crossed a line that could never be uncrossed.

And Theodore, for all his supposed sophistication and worldly experience, was terrified of what that might mean.

"Susan," Theodore said now, his voice carefully neutral as he returned to the present. "What a surprise."

"Isn't it?" Susan replied, though her attention had already shifted to Y/N. "And you... you look familiar. Didn't we go to school together?"

"Y/N Black," his best friend supplied politely. "We were in different houses, but yes, we attended Hogwarts at the same time."

Susan's eyes dropped to Y/N's left hand, where her diamond ring sparkled in the soft light of the tea shop. Theodore watched her expression shift from polite curiosity to something like triumph.

"Oh my goodness, you're engaged!" Susan exclaimed, her voice pitched just slightly too high. "Though I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. You two were always so close at school."

Theodore felt Y/N tense beside him, and he made a split-second decision that he hoped wouldn't backfire spectacularly.

"Thank you," he said smoothly, allowing Susan to draw her own conclusions. "We're actually here for a bridesmaids' meeting, as it happens."

"How romantic!" Susan gushed, though there was something sharp in her eyes now. "I have to say, the ring is... charming. Quite understated. I would have expected something more... well, given both your family's reputation for extravagance..."

The insult was cleverly disguised as a compliment, but Theodore caught it immediately. He felt his protective instincts surge, and before he could think better of it, he wrapped his arm around Y/N's waist in a gesture that was both possessive and protective.

"We prefer classic elegance," he said, his voice cool enough to frost glass. "Ostentatious displays have always struck me as rather... nouveau riche."

Susan's smile faltered slightly at the subtle rebuke, but she recovered quickly. "Of course. Well, congratulations to you both. I should let you get back to your planning."

She disappeared back into the crowd of diners, leaving Theodore and Y/N standing at the bar in awkward silence.

"Well," Y/N said finally, "that was..."

"Awkward? Uncomfortable? Proof that some people never change?" Theodore suggested.

"I was going to say 'typical Susan,'" Y/N replied with a laugh. "For a Hufflepuff, she's always been remarkably petty."

Theodore felt some of the tension leave his shoulders. This was familiar territory—he and Y/N mocking their former classmates had been a favorite pastime during their school years.

"Remember when she hexed Longbottom's hair green because he asked Ginny Weasley to the Yule Ball instead of her?" he asked.

"Or when she started that rumor about Pansy and the Whomping Willow," Y/N added, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Though to be fair, Pansy probably deserved that one."

They dissolved into laughter, the easy camaraderie that had sustained their friendship for so many years reasserting itself. For a moment, Theodore could almost forget about the complicated mess of his feelings, the impending wedding, and the disaster that awaited them back at the table.

But reality had a way of intruding, and the sound of raised voices from the dining area reminded him that they had more pressing concerns.

"We should probably go back," Y/N said reluctantly, glancing toward the table where their respective friends appeared to be locked in increasingly heated debate.

"Probably," Theodore agreed, but he made no move to leave. Instead, he turned to face her fully, his expression serious.

"Y/N," he said quietly, "about what Ginny said earlier. About your career and having children..."

She looked away, her fingers twisting around her engagement ring in a nervous gesture he'd seen countless times.

"It's complicated, Theo. Marriage requires compromise, and—"

"Bullshit," he interrupted, echoing his earlier sentiment. "Your healing work isn't some hobby you can set aside when it becomes inconvenient. You're on the verge of revolutionizing magical medicine. You've already saved countless lives with your innovative treatment methods, and your research on magical ailment prevention could change how we approach healthcare in the wizarding world."

Y/N stared at him in surprise. "You've been following my research?"

"Of course I have," he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I'm your best friend. I follow everything you do."

Something shifted in her expression—a softening that made his chest tight with familiar longing.

"Theo..." she began, but he pressed on, needing to say this while he still had the courage.

"You don't have to choose between love and ambition," he said fiercely. "You don't have to diminish yourself to make someone else comfortable. Any man who truly loves you would want you to shine as brightly as possible, not dim your light to make his seem brighter by comparison."

The words hung between them, loaded with implications that neither of them was quite ready to examine. Theodore realized he was treading dangerously close to territory that would irrevocably change their relationship, but he couldn't seem to stop himself.

"You're stronger than they give you credit for," he continued, his voice softer now. "You can have everything—the career, the family, the love. You don't have to settle for less than you deserve."

Y/N's eyes glistened with unshed tears, and for a moment, Theodore thought she might say something that would change everything between them. Instead, she reached out and squeezed his hand, her touch sending familiar electricity up his arm.

"Thank you," she whispered. "I needed to hear that."

Theodore squeezed back, allowing himself this small moment of connection before the real world intruded again. "Always," he said simply.

The sound of something crashing from the dining area made them both jump, and they turned to see Pansy standing over a shattered teacup while Ginny glared at her with murderous intent.

"Right then," Theodore said, his usual urbane composure reasserting itself. "Shall we go prevent Pansy from committing homicide on a pregnant woman? I'd hate for her to add 'baby killer' to her already impressive resume of antisocial behavior."

Y/N laughed despite herself, and Theodore felt a surge of satisfaction at being able to lighten her mood. It was a small victory, but he'd learned to treasure those moments when he could make her smile.

Together, they walked back toward the table, where their friends were locked in what appeared to be a heated debate about flower arrangements. Theodore caught Pansy's eye and saw her mouth the words "save me" with dramatic desperation.

As they approached the table, Theodore felt the familiar weight of pretense settling back over his shoulders. He would play his role—the devoted friend, the charming maid of honor, the man who was perfectly content to watch the woman he loved marry someone else.

But for just a moment, standing at that bar with Y/N's hand in his, he'd allowed himself to imagine what it might be like if things were different. If he were brave enough to tell her the truth. If she felt the same way. If they could build something real together instead of dancing around each other for the rest of their lives.

The fantasy was dangerous, he knew. It was the kind of hope that could destroy a man if he let it take root. But as Y/N released his hand and moved back toward her seat, Theodore couldn't quite bring himself to let it go.

After all, some dreams were worth holding onto, even if they never came true.

The afternoon stretched ahead of them, full of more arguments about centerpieces and seating arrangements, more passive-aggressive comments disguised as helpful suggestions, and more opportunities for Theodore to watch Y/N navigate the impossible task of pleasing everyone but herself.

But he would be there for all of it, just as he'd always been. Her constant, her anchor, her best friend.

Even if it was killing him slowly, one smile at a time.

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lady-arcane · 3 months ago

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—The Violet Hours—

The thing about truth is—it never arrives politely.

It kicks in the door, pours wine in your mother’s good china, and asks if you’re still pretending.

—From Journal Of Elora Haventon, 1975

Memory :

When she was nine, Elora asked her father if power made people kinder.

He gave her a polished smile and said, “Power makes people busy, darling.”

That night, she wrote in her diary: 'So kindness is a hobby, I guess.'

She never stopped watching after that—quietly, precisely, like a girl measuring the world before deciding whether it deserved her.

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Who Is Elora Haventon?

Birth : Haventon Manor, Outer London— 12th October, 1960, 2:06 AM

Age at Hogwarts acceptance : 10 years, 11 months

Date of death : 21st July, 1979

Place : A quiet field, still dressed in flowers. (Some say it was meant to be a celebration. Others say it was the last peace before the war found her.)

Known as: "The Ghost They All Knew"

Appearance : Dark hair like spilled ink. Eyes the color of twilight before storm—too blue to be black, too violet to be safe.

Sharp in mind. Silent in grief.

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Notable Relationships :

Jennifer Vance : Her first real friend. A half-vampire Ravenclaw girl who laughed like she was already bored of eternity. She once gave Elora a gold locket. Elora wore it even after her heart stopped.

Remus Lupin : A quiet understanding. They spoke like people who knew how to wait. She figured out his secret long before he confessed it. A bond built on books, trust, and not needing to explain.

Sirius Black : An occasional clash of fire and ice. He thought he could make her laugh. A boy who mistook silence for mystery, and misread indifference for elegance.

Adrian Del Marlowe : The boy she was meant to marry. The only one who saw her quiet ache and didn’t ask about it. He just handed her books and soft smiles instead. They wrote each other letters.

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What Happened to Her?

There’s a portrait of her in Haventon Manor.

Visitors say it’s just a painting, but something about it feels too alive—like the violet of her dress might rustle if the wind blew the wrong way.

She’s smiling. But it’s the kind of smile you only wear when you’ve learned how to survive.

And yet still—

no one survived 'The Violet Hours'.

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Greetings, Dreamers and Readers ✨🌸

So yeah. Elora Haventon. She's been living rent-free in my head for months now—quietly, politely, the way ghosts do. at first, i thought she was just another side character. and then suddenly she had a name, a cursed locket, an entire tragic backstory, and this way of looking at the world that made me go oh. so here she is: the ghost they all knew. my third OC (yeah, we’re deep in it now lol I think I’m addicted to tragic girls with sharp minds and deadpan humor), and maybe the one closest to my chest.

she’s sharp. ironic. too observant for eleven. the kind of girl who would sit quietly at a political dinner table and memorize everything—not because she wants to be part of it, but because she’s already writing it all down in her head. her voice came to me so naturally it was a little scary. like she’d been waiting for someone to finally let her speak.

what inspired her? honestly? that song Dollhouse. you know, the whole smiling-perfect-family thing but under the surface it’s all porcelain cracks and red wine stains and quiet disappointment. that’s Elora. a girl raised in a house where truth isn’t forbidden—it’s just considered bad manners.

i’ll be posting more of her story (it’s called The Violet Hours, and yes, it gets worse), but for now, here’s a little introduction. if you’ve ever been the quiet girl in the room, the one watching more than speaking, the one trying to hold yourself together with pretty manners and sharp thoughts—i think you’ll get her.

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feel free to scream in the tags, message me, ask questions—i literally love talking about her. just bring tea or trauma. both work.

✨ Bye and take care, Hope you all have a good day ✨

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liggy-not-potter · 1 year ago

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hello :3 i’m liggy, i’m 15 (a minor, don’t be creepy), ace and possibly somewhere on the aro spectrum i’m too damn lazy to find a label.

hobbies

i’m in a lot of fandoms, so i probably can’t list them all here. harry potter, both canon era and marauders (fuck jkr) and the fanfic i’m writing where harry has a sister no one knew abt. (posting that on ao3). legendborn, percy jackson (i’m not done with it so no spoilers please), mcu, the owl house, gravity falls, amphibia

i write songs and poetry, i play piano, ukulele, violin and guitar i like drawing but i’m not good at it

dni the usual. if you discriminate against any minorities or hate people solely because of a group they belong to (religion/lack thereof, race, sexuality, gender orientation)(unless it’s stuff like terfs, neo-nazis and such bullshit if it’s a group that causes harm intentionally you’re right to hate them)

random shit

i have adhd and most likely a hint of something else neurodivergent (i think it’s the tism). i’m a mess, but at least i’m not boring i’m a minor so don’t be creepy, i don’t care abt interacting with adults as long as you aren’t being a creep i refer to myself in the third person sometimes, get the fuck over it gryffindor - enfp

the rats (my moots) @jamespotterbbg — kay — my first moot, chaotic, mentally ill as the rest of this site, is the reason i’ve even interacted with half of these people @garden-of-runar — runaround — talented poet, fellow defender of bagels, absolutely and entirely concerning, you’ll never know their next move @melonhead10 — wife of mine — silly little rat, one of the only people on here i know irl, rarely online bc strict parents, if she is online it’s to look at shiny duo and tangled the series @eef-stars — british ethan — the gay dad friend of this whole hellsite. king of deactivating and coming back out of nowhere. happily in love with @kawaiibarty @kawaiibarty — james the baked bean — short, gay and irresponsible. has too many doggies but we don’t care bc doggies are great. changes his url every two seconds. in love with @eef-stars @tequilaqueen — bea — possibly an alcoholic, you’ll never know. hates bagels and commits war crimes. @crowleys-mortalcounterpart — brie — my child. genderfluid lesbian variant of remus lupin. some unknown flavor of neurodivergent. i also know them irl. @0urazz — satan — brie’s sister and my daughter. chaos incarnate, addicted to regretevator and some other random ass roblox games. one step away from being gen alpha. the attention span and brain capacity of a grain of rice. violently affectionate. ik her irl as well @thejudeduarte — jude — cruel prince and legendborn fan. really nice and sometimes chaotic. @iamaladder — stepladder (ethan’s version) — chaotic aarakocra boi, also known as old man ethan, another person i know irl @thestrawberryapologist — mari — purchaser of jams, very goofy, does silly sitcom rp with me, recently returned to tumblr after disappearing on us

interactions

blow up my ask box, tag me on stuff, and message me all you want. i love being on here and talking to people and making friends <3

my pinterest poetry side blog: @liggy-attempts-poetry outsiders oc blog: @nya-rosalie ask game: here ask game 2: here ask game 3: here

my tags: liggy rambles: all my random ass posts liggy found an ask: i answer asks liggy attempts to sing: i sing liggy attempts poetry: my (likely reblogged from side-blog) poetry nonsense liggy special: i most likely did something fucking stupid jam murder sitcom: a silly sitcom thing i do with mari to the queue you go motherfucker: my queued posts, likely because i’m out of town. liggy rambles in the tags: i rant to everyone and no one in the tags

#liggy rambles #liggy found an ask #liggy special #to the queue you go motherfucker #jam murder sitcom #liggy attempts to sing #liggy rambles in the tags #liggy attempts poetry #bookmark

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decadeofjoy-au · 2 months ago

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PART 21 OF THE DECADE OF JOY STORY

Title: Explosive Aftershocks

(TW: Corpses, major Injury, mentions of death. Swearing)

This link has the links to the other parts: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/774964066342092800/rules

SETTINGS: Boiler Room(first and second part). Side room(third part). Game station(fourth part). Clinic(fifth part).

MAIN CHARACTERS: Mr Sandman. ???. Catnap. Maria Harper. Icarus Tank. Silas The Scorpion.

OCS in this part and their owners.

Maria Harper-TDOJ

Handyman-TDOJ

Clarance The Clayman-TDOJ(Deceased)

Mr Shortcake-TDOJ(Mentioned)

???-TDOJ

Icarus Tank-TDOJ

Mr Sandman-TDOJ

Percival The Plasticine Beast-TDOJ

Dr Draco Draconic-TDOJ(Mentioned)

Caleb-Icanexplainwhythisnameisbad

Kitchan Sink-Icanexplainwhythisnameisbad(Brief Appearance)

Doodle The Stretchy Mime-Anewbieartist356(Brief Appearance)

Patty The Putty Dragon-Doris-Anewbieartist356(Brief Appearance)

Silas The Scorpion-Anewbieartist356

Candi Bee-Anewbieartist356(Brief Appearance)

Rosalie-Corelex(Brief Appearance)

Dupin Lupin-Corelex(Brief Appearance)

Dex the Dracopead-Sweatycowboyqueen(Brief Appearance)

Calvin Construt-a-bot- JustAFreak40(Brief Appearance)

Huggy Wuggy(Mentioned)

Mommy Long Legs

Bunzo Bunny(Mentioned)

Catnap

Doey The Doughman

Dogday(Brief appearance)

Frosty The Yeti(Brief appearance)

Pianosaurus(Brief appearance)

Yarnaby(Brief appearance)

The Prototype(Mentioned)

Leith Pierre[The Garbage Disposal](Mentioned)

Richard Lovitz[Voloveoraptor](Mentioned)

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A burnt, damaged hand suddenly burst out from the rubble, throwing stuff to the side as a large toy suddenly rose up from underneath it, letting out a low, feral growl. He was losing his mind, wasn’t he? It’s only been 2…maybe 3 days since those brats got out and yet…. He’s still struggling to catch them. They’re just kids, how hard could they possibly be to catch?? ONES BLIND FOR GODS SAKE! Mr Sandman growled as he slowly stood up, grabbing onto a metal pole that had impaled his arm before tearing it out, feeling as blood slowly trickled from the wound but..he didn’t care. He’s felt far worse pains before. He didn’t even take note of the fact that a good quarter of his face and body was damaged. Burnt and scarred. Tsk…He can take a bit of pain.

He turned to see Silas picking up various toys and experiments before quickly making his way out the damaged room as Rosalie and Dupin dragged a couple of experiments away. Specifically Doodle and Doris who were actively struggling against them though Doris seemed far more panicked than Doodle did. Probably cause she’s injured.. He’s sure they’d get shoved in their cells regardless of how injured they are though. He then turned his head to where he THOUGHT Huggy was but..he was gone. He didn’t see Silas take him so where was he? Meh…was definitely alive for all he knew..Huggy didn’t represent strength for nothing after all. Mr Sandman looked around for where those two brats had possibly ran off to before his eyes landed on the giant doors that he had walked in from. Hm…probably there.

The giant sun toy immediately began walking in that direction, stepping on Clarance’s burnt and cracked corpse. He blinked before looking down at his foot and lifting it up. Yeesh… Blast was so scalding hot that it burnt him from the outside and the inside. That explosion was kinda his fault anyways…Kinda. Not his fault that his body can heat up to absurd temperatures.. Technically the fault of those stupid scientists who made him. He doesn’t even know why that gave him that ability. What? To be a living heating pad? Tsk. Yeah right.. He remembers killing them during The Hour Of Joy. Hm…really was an Hour Of Joy for him. Well…not the “killing innocents” part.. more so stomping repeatedly on those scientist’s mutilated corpses. Yea…he’ll do that to that damn girl and her…brother? Friend? Whoever the hell the blind one was, and that stupid Fucking mannequin too when he finds them. They’re gonna regret what they did to his leg, to his pride.. Well…he lost his pride years ago. Tsk..when he was a scapegoat for those scientists who didn’t wanna own up to their actions. He was about to take another step forward, stepping over Yarnaby’s burnt body and slowly moving Pianosaurus’ corpse to the side when he suddenly realized…

Mr Sandman suddenly remembered seeing..Bunzo. Yeah..he was there for the explosion too. But he’s not here anymore now, is he? Literally and in other senses too as Mr Shortcake had quickly come back to take his body away …Mommy would need a new Second-In-Command.. hm. She’s definitely not gonna take that death well. But ah…he doesn’t really care. He doesn’t care about anything except those two kids. Maybe after Silas is done working he can ask for his help… Silas loved helping though…sometimes he helped out a little…too much. That’s a conversation for another time.

Mr Sandman harshly kicked a mini Handymen to the side as the hallway got more and more narrow. He’s getting closer and closer to…Leith’s room. The garbage disposal. He could tell from the sickening smell of rot and decay…ugh…they need to throw him out like the trash he is.. He smells awful. Why does he need to be so big anyways? He’s so large that he can’t even move anyhow…least not without dragging his body against the floor that’s probably COVERED in glass shards, metal rods and jagged wooden splines..and he knows damn well that hurts. Or it should at least…Mr Sandman shook his head as he got his mind back onto the original goal. Just find those kids and get rid of them…shouldn’t be this hard. … maybe if he calmed down a bit..

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It was quiet. The small creature began to mold and shift off of…whatever it was attached to before slowly beginning to open its eyes to look around. It was…black-? No.. Smokey… and they could see red gas filling the room. The small dough…no.. slime? Putty-? Maybe…Plasticine…creature slowly began to back up before its back suddenly hit something. They turned around to see…a large demon looking toy behind them, lying curled up around something and completely limp with smoke slowly rising from their body. It flinched back. It…FELT like it should be scared…like something was wrong with this thing in front of it, but it couldn’t help but feel an…odd…sense of familiarity around this toy..As if they knew them before..but it…can’t remember from where… …

The little creature looked at its hands, then it’s legs, then it’s tail.. Mostly…dark with the occasional colorful highlights here and there…as if they were made from multiple different malleable materials. Before it could get a better feel of its appearance, it heard…stomping? No..that was too soft to be stomping. And it was…coming from behind it. It flinched before slowly turning around and looking up as it came face to face with…a giant purple cat.. …he looks…scary..and…familiar in an…awful, horrible way.. as if the last time they met was a horrible experience. They went to take a step back when the cat toy suddenly grabbed them before grabbing onto the larger plasticine toy. The little toy didn’t even get to struggle as the red smoke that seeped from the cat’s mouth slowly began to take effect. It felt drowsy..exhausted even. Where…is this thing taking them..? Hopefully not somewhere…bad.. It blinked in an attempt to stay awake before finally falling asleep. Catnap seemed satisfied.

As Catnap was about to start walking, he noticed that Percival…wasn’t letting go of something. As he looked over to see what he was, he noticed it was…oh. Candi. Of course it was her. She’s like…the ONLY experiment who will willing hang out with him. She looked pretty burnt…maybe she should throw her in Percival’s cell before she wakes up..just so she doesn’t have a complete breakdown over her “precious looks” being ruined. Ugh…she has enough of those. As for the little dough creature…he’ll do some…testing…on them before giving them a name. Or maybe he’ll throw it in Percival’s cell and let him name it to see what comes from his crazy, diseased brain. He’d kill it but….The Prototype probably wouldn’t be happy with that. The Guardian wouldn’t either..

Catnap could imagine The Guardian wanting to see the little guy. Mmm….as much as he’d “love” to let him, some experimenting is needed to be done first. He just hopes Percival’s the only one who…made a…thing.. Does that count as budding?

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Handyman pulled Caleb and Maria into a small side room, quickly turning off the light before speed walking to the furthest corner and pushing the two kids down. Caleb quickly pushed their hand off of him before yelling.

Caleb: “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!? I HEARD A BOOM! I HEARD YELLING! YOU REMEMBER IM BLIND RIGHT!? WHERE ARE W-“

Handyman suddenly slapped a hand over his mouth before he could finish, making a hissing sound. Maria would’ve liked to see what was in the room but..she wasn’t worried about that right now. She was more concerned about whether Clarance was okay or not…Well- he clearly WASN’T okay but damn! she JUST talked to him! Just talked to him and the next thing she knows he’s a burnt…darkened lump of clay. He…he’d recover from that. Right..? She’s seen Doey take hits that would kill a normal person. Clarance is basically the same thing as Doey so he SHOULD be okay!

Ugh…must be her luck… She’s always the “lucky” one. Anything bad that happens to a large group she’s in always ends up with her having the least amount of issues. She’d know…that’s what happened with her parents. That’s what happened on that bus… Maria turned her head to Caleb to see how he was doing before looking up at Handyman. They both seemed to be doing as…fine as anybody normally would if someone they cared about just blew up in front of them. Ugh…she just hopes that damn sun head toy doesn’t find them…she doesn’t wanna deal with him right now. She couldn’t help but think back to Clarance as her expression grew more sorrowful.

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Icarus was walking towards the game station. Usually he stayed far away from any place that had a lotta kids and he wasn’t the most cuddly looking toy but…Mommy had to hear this news. He began to walk faster, wanting to deliver the news as quickly as possible before he got back to working on other stuff. It took a while, but he finally made it. He brushed off his clothes, wanting to seem at LEAST presentable in front of her. Mommy seemed busy..she was on a call and she seemed…rather stressed. Mommy never liked him. She hates every adult regardless of who they are. Of course she’d hate him. She just never outright attacked any of the experiments because well- The Prototype would get mad… and he’s pretty sure that she’s terrified of him. She seemed to narrow her eyes at him as he approached her, gripping the phone before slamming it down and turning to him.

Mommy: “Don’t. I already know.”

Icarus: “Oh…right. Alright then.. Who’s bringing him up?”

Mommy: “..Mr Shortcake.”

Icarus: “Alright. That’s all I needed to know.”

Icarus turned to leave. He could’ve left…he WOULD have left… but he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pity for the spider toy. She’s probably overworked and stressed.. He could tell from the look in her eyes. He knew that Mommy considered Bunzo family. Everyone knew that! It was common knowledge within the factory. Mommy considered most of every toy her family..even if they found her..rather unappealing to look at. He stood there for…a while before sighing and turning around.

Icarus: “Hey. I’m sorry for your loss.”

No response. Mommy just continued to stare off in the distance. He doesn’t know what he expected…Mommy kinda hates his guts. Icarus sighed before walking out and pulling out his phone. They blew up the boiler… this is urgent…he HAS to call him. Besides…Clarance is dead. Handyman shouldn’t be too hard to catch. Icarus put his phone to his ear as he waited for whoever was on the other side to pick it up. After a few minutes…

Icarus: “Hello? Yes, it’s Icarus. If you somehow weren’t aware, the experiments that you’re supposed to be taking care of have gone loose. A good quarter of the violent ones too.” … “Well don’t get mad at ME!!, they’re YOUR responsibility! How long has it been since Voloveoraptor’s gotten out? Months?” … “It’s- it’s fine. I just thought to call you since you have one of the highest catch rates of anyone here. That…doesn’t consist of killing the victim. And you’re the warden anyways..” … “Well, the boiler blew up..so most of them are being taken to the clinic. As for the others I’m..not too sure.” … “Okay. Bye.”

Icarus hung up the call then put his phone in his pocket before turning and walking back out. He just hoped that Mommy would be okay…as…mean and cruel as she is to him. Draco would handle everything. He’s one of the few toys who’s able to restrain Mr Sandman when he’s on a rampage! That’s pretty impressive. He just wonders why Draco hasn’t shown up to handle anything right now… maybe he wasn’t informed or anything? Seems likely judging from how pissed he got on that phone call when he found out that a good QUARTER of the experiments that he’s SUPPOSED to be taking care of were out of their cells and causing chaos. He looked up, noticing Calvin attempt to make his way..downstairs? The hell is he doing? He’s supposed to be down at Playcare making sure that no more of those kids get out! Sure, Playcare IS downstairs but that doesn’t excuse why hes even up here! Maria and Caleb are already out and running around probably breaking shit! They didn’t need anymore children getting out.

Icarus: “Wh- ugh…”

Icarus looked around before groaning and bawling up his fists. Great…now he’s gotta go up to Playcare and check on those kids because SOMEONES not doing their JOB. He didn’t hate kids…it’s more so the fact that his glass head and whatever that black liquid in it was scared the kids shitless and he didn’t wanna deal with that.. He growled as he turned to head down the elevator to Playcare. And he’s gotta see Zacker there too… ugh..he better be doing his damn job.

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Silas quickly walked into the medical room, setting some injured toys down for the medics to see. Daisy’s eyes widened in shock as she immediately shook her head, turning to look at Medic before quickly snapping out of it and making quick work to get everyone to their own bed. Doey looked up from what he was doing as well to see what was going on. He was wearing a large, warm jacket so that he wouldn’t freak out about the cold room as he helped the medic’s with their work.. He was helping because he was sure that Rosalie would’ve captured some experiments by now…with the help of Dupin too. They were very good at their jobs. Unfortunately however…he was instead met with the sight of half of the toys he knew and cared from security about either half-melted, burnt or both.. His eyes widened as he quickly made his way over to Silas, a look of worry and urgency plastered on his face.

Doey: “🟧What happened?!🟧”

Silas seemed to be disoriented and was having some…issues…moving his bad leg. Must’ve taken the hit badly enough to mess it up. Doey couldn’t help but wonder where his cane was too.. Yeesh…he looked like he got hit with a bomb or something.

Silas: “B…boiler…expl..exploded….”

He scratched at his bandages as he leaned against the medical table. If he was being honest he didn’t…see Mr Sandman in the rubble when he was looking before he was told to start grabbing people and getting them to the medical room.

Silas: “D…do you happen to have a…spare c..cane anywhere?”

He couldn’t help but pause as he thought more about Mr Sandman. Maybe Doey could…call someone. Yeah… Toys are allowed to have phones and he was a leader too. Surely he could call someone.

Silas: “I…is Sandman ok? Please…please tell me he’s ok…”

Doey: “🟡Uhh…🟡”

Doey blinked, looking back at the injured toys and noticing…Frosty. His eyes widened as he took a quick step back. He didn’t…he didn’t HATE Frosty or anything it’s just…He’s cold. Far too cold for him to handle. He attempted to ignore the yeti toy as he grabbed his phone and made a phone call. First toy he called? Dogday. After calling Dogday, he then attempted to call Huggy but…he never picked up. He sighed then went to call Catnap instead. He honestly REALLY didn’t like Catnap…a lot…but…he’s meant to represent trust which means he needs to put his trust in even toys who he doesn’t deem…deserving of it.

Doey: “🟧Catnap? Yeah…it’s…it’s Doey. Did you see Mr Sandman anywhere?🟧” … “🟧oh…oh- what!? He’s heading where?!🟧” … “🟧I- you know how he IS! He shouldn’t be-🔻“ … “🟧….fine. But if he wakes him up, make sure there are toys down there to calm him down. BOTH of them..🟧”

Doey then put his phone up and turned to Silas. Dogday should be here in a few minutes..it was known that he didn’t have the best leg either. He wanted to…lie…about where Mr Sandman was knowing that Silas would wanna do something about it but…god he just HATES liars.. truth it is.

Doey: “🟧He’s..heading to Leith’s room.🟧”

Silas: “I….” … “I’m…h…heading after him. P..please dont stop me….

With that, he turned and started to leave, limping quite a bit. Doey’s eyes widened before he immediately moved forward, trying to stop him.

Doey: “🟧What!? No. You shouldn’t go, it’s dangerou-🟧“

Medic: “Let him. He can possibly calm Mr Sandman down enough for him to be more…efficient…with his work.”

Doey paused. He didn’t want to let him go. It was dangerous in his state, practically a death wish! But…Medic made a convincing argument.. If Mr Sandman is going around and destroying everything that girl even lays a hand on then he clearly needs to be calmed down. Or…enough to where he stops breaking everything… Doey looked back up at Silas before looking at Medic again. After a few moments, he sighed in defeat, fixing his hat before frowning.

Doey: “🟧Okay…but at least borrow a spare cane from Dogday before you go..🟧”

Silas let out a sigh before nodding

Silas: “..Yes sir…”

Silas turned to leave just as Dogday had gotten there. Dogday blinked up at him in surprise, taking a quick note of his appearance before handing him a spare cane he had and making his way past him inside to help the other medics. Dex made quick work in getting all the patients comfortable as Kitchan sink grabbed some ointments and bandages from a drawer. He just had to go and see if Mr Sandman was fine. Then he’d get back to his normal work.

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miraclemuncher · 2 months ago

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phantasm

001. i know you ain’t a drug

remus lupin જ⁀➴ fem!vampire!oc

summary. Remus Lupin is under the assumption Snape is a drug dealer and his biggest customer is Jubilation Delight

tags/warning. marauders era

notes. i’m tired of wattpad bots so im reposting on here

series masterlist → 2. (do i wanna know?)

sixth year, early autumn

Remus witnessed the trade of contraband on school property. Anyone behind the Fat Lady's portrait would know he's no saint, but this was the chance of a life time: Severus Snape has been continually receiving a few galleons from some girl in exchange for seven vials of a mystery liquid.

This is his fourth time witnessing the exchange, every time it was during Prefect duty for the library. They would meet in the mythical creatures section. At first, Remus found it amusing, Snape harboring some sort of secret lover, but it was far more intriguing than that.

Looking between the gaps of the bookshelves, he saw Snape retract his hand cupping the seven vials just as the girl's outstretched hand reached closer.

Remus could hear, "You're light," from Snape in the faintest whisper. He didn’t know someone could sneer and whisper at the same time until now. Snape was tossing the galleons and sickles in his hands, loudly clinking — taunting her, Remus realized. Snape is so weird! That is no way to treat his supposed lady.

"Come on, Snape. I got Junius paying you triple, don’t. I?" The girl replied.

Junius? The only Junius Remus knew was that adorable second year in Gryffindor, Junius Campbell. Juni's grandmother fell so ill that he had to take several months off school last year. Was he turning to drugs to cope? Not only that, but this girl got him hooked, and Snape clearly had no problem dealing to a child. They might as well be perfect sickos for each other.

"He has lighter doses. You have me making it stronger every month. Slughorn's starting to notice the missing inventory," Snape replied sharply.

From this, Remus deduced that he has been stealing from Professor Slughorn to create these vials. And who knows how many other professors are victim to Snape’s thievery! Sirius, James, and Peter are gonna love the latest installment on their spontaneous Snape Drug Dealer theory bedtime story.

"I'll make it up next week." The girl tried snatching the vials from Snape's hands but he was too fast. He closed his hands into a fist.

"I do not do loans, Delight," Snape said with a bite.

Delight... Who in the world was Delight? Was it some sort of cutie pie nickname and they actually are lovers? Remus would have to ask Sirius later, that boy knew everything about everyone.

"Well how much can I get—" Delight broke off her sentence with a yawn then continued, "with that?" She gestured at the galleons and sickles in his hand.

Snape returned three vials into his inner robes pocket and left four remaining in his hand. They were quickly snatched by the girl and she wasted no time to scurry away.

Snape left shortly after her. Then Remus was relieved of his duties and made his way back to Gryffindor tower to report everything back to his friends: Snape stealing from Slughorn, Snape selling to young Junius because of the mystery girl, and finally placing a name on said mystery girl, Delight.

“Delight..." Sirius repeated, racking his brain for everyone he's ever encountered. Finally, his eyes lit up. "Jubilation Delight! We had Defense with Ravenclaws in third year! We had, er, had that Boggart training."

Remus remembered her now. Her boggart was a werewolf. The form earned shrieks from many of their classmates and then Delight flattened it into a rug after one attempt.

He shot to his feet after recollecting the memory of the blurred face whose worst fear was himself. The same flooding feelings of shame from back then engulfed Remus like it was yesterday.

Without further explanation, Remus stealthily made his way into the second year's dorm. All of them were out like a light. Remus found Junius's bed and carefully opened his bedside drawer. Sure enough, six vials were in a drawstring silk pouch. Holding up one of the vials, he transfigured a loose sickle into an exact clone. Just without the actual potion effects. Remus pocketed the real version and left as quickly as he sneaked in.

Back at his dorm, Remus and all his friends huddled on the floor with the vial in the center, speculating what it could possibly be.

James made a big deal out of taking a sip, slowly inching it towards his parted lips before breaking into shrilling laughter at the last second and pulling it away. He pushed the cork cap back on and tossed it to Peter. Then as if a game of hot potato, they were all tossing it back and forth, screaming when it landed in their grasps. It only stopped once McGonnagall appeared in their fireplace in her fiery form, scolding them and withdrawing House points.

After they were all forced into bed by McGonnagall's scalding scolding, Remus was the only one left awake. He couldn't get Jubilation Delight out of his head.

She was remarkably unmemorable. You'd think Remus would at least remember the face of the girl whose worst fear was himself, but a part of him completely forgot it was her until Sirius' reminder. Who exactly is Jubilation Delight and where has she been this entire time?

#remus x female original character #remus lupin #vampires #remus lupin x fem!oc #marauders #marauders era #harry potter

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jils-things · 2 months ago

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Hey jil, I wanna get back into doing art so I’m doing art studies and I really like your style and inspired by it, so i was wondering how do you draw hands/anatomy and who/what inspires your art styles and have any other tips/advice or video recommendations?

HELLO!! this ask made me smile so much, thank you!! i'm glad to spark inspiration for you <3 i'll try my best to explain it :)

hands and anatomy

lets go with anatomy first: i highly recommend working with chibis first. (if not chibi, then like, just make them look smaller and ignore the more realistic body details) chibis are a good start because theyre small, you dont have to fuss over the small details like the thickness to smallness of your arm, and legs. (<- i hated doing that back then) LMAO

i draw the limbs like very thick tubes!! it helps a lot for baby steps

believe me or not, but this discovery of mine was actually very recent ;-; i realized chibi helped so much in making poses and i started doing more chibi after that and then merging it with my actual style. which is why i can do a lot of decent fullbody poses lately :'D

when you do chibis first, you'll eventually get a grasp of how the body moves, how an arm moves, how a leg bends, so and so. once you get the gist of it, try doing more dynamic poses!

i like making a character ... for lack of a better word... "spread their legs". it makes them feel more lively! its also why i like to make my ocs/s/is in selfs.hip art "raise their leg" (see third photo) because it gives more personality like that!

one of my main inspirations for making wild poses is lupin iii. i'm very serious when i say this- lupin iii's zany ass legs helped me make my characters feel more energetic! see some examples:

even if lupin iii wasnt trying to look cool - there's a lot of flow and energy in his pose. its very fun for me to look at. btw hes my monkey boyfriend i love and miss him very much i miss my 2021 era Anyways

also also, once you start to master the chibi style, try making them bigger! like un-chibi them i think HAHAJDAHJDA just slowly add more realistic and anatomically correct features and work around with that :) thats how i kinda got around mine, going from super cute to cool :)

alright hmm,, hands. hands are something i still did not master but as long as i can draw 5 fingers im happy enough HAHAHA

the best advice i can give is just, looking at enough hand poses (even your own hand) until you understand it well and hard enough. even i'm still working on that and its only now im trying to draw knuckles. i believe you!

what inspired my artstyle/current insps:

i really like western cartoons! but i also like eastern animations! so i mixed it both!! ive always aimed for my style to be capable of following both styles if that makes sense....

right now, a few of my favorite artists are

battlegu.itar (also has a DA acc which has non guil.ty gea.r content and its worth checking out too hehe) i love how colorful and expressive the art is, and each character he draws looks so different from the other

t0.bey he's an ID.V fanartist. the artstyle is so shaped and angled. just like the previous artist, they excel in making characters look different from the others. incredibly diverse faces

oneb.adnoodle is an incredible character designer who just knows how to make creative and awesome OCs. the poses are so yummy to me and the style is so Chonky

riko.icoico and alosrovol.o ! i think theyere 2d artists creating a game but i was just there for id.v HAWUEHUHDSUFSSASFS i dont see their works often since theyre only on twt but its really gooodd ahhh <3

this one's near and dear to me, because its my lovely friend beeholyshit! ive learned a lot from him ever since we became friends, and its always so enlightening on my end to see how and what she draws. i dont say it enough but i really look up to her style and i highly recommend checking her out :)

i'm not really a video person when it comes to learning about art, i rely solely on the artwork thats given to me and i will simply look and analyze what i like so much about it and how i can put it into my pen and paper <3

general tips?

OBSERVE YOUR FAVORITE ARTIST LIKE CRAZY. understand how they drew it!! and try doing it yourself!! the next thing you know, you'll go "ohhhhhh thats how you do it"

for the sake of studying, its okay to trace. i repeat, for the SAKE of understanding, trace. do this only for your understanding but PLEASE dont go showing it around like "hey look at this, i copied it somewhere" do it for your learning experience only. dont claim it as yours. heck dont even post it youre just learning. i traced a lot when i was younger but it helped me immensely as i went on and i dont need it anymore

you dont have to follow the typical art forumla like (sketch > lineart > rendering), do whatever makes you comfortable. i hate doing lineart, i just use my sketch and call it a day :^D just do whatever feels more nicey to you. you dont have to please others by following the "formula"

its ok to draw the same thing over and over again. in fact, its probably what makes a fanartist improve so much. they draw their fav character over and over again and it gets better everytime. dont be afraid to do that

this is all i can think about, i hope this helps ;v; if you'd like to use my art as reference in any way shape or form, i'd be very honored! i'm very happy you find inspiration in my art.

#~ mailbox #this is all based from experiences as a self taught artist. it may not work for everyone but i hope it can be enlightening somehow

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asexxxualerotica · 10 months ago

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OC Muse List

~RWBY Muses~

Stark Ryker: Rough punk student of Beacon Academy, and member of Team VALR. Was previously partner to Roman Torchwick and Neo, but was offered a deal by Ozpin after a job gone wrong. Also apparently Cinder's long-lost twin.

Fenris Silbern: Wolf faunus mercenary originally hailing from Atlas. High-ranking member of the White Fang hierarchy and long-time friend of Sienna Khan. Has an on-again-off-again relationship with Willow Schnee behind her husband's back.

Midnight "Madds" Maddison: Former student of Beacon Academy, now an established clothing designer for Huntsmen Outfitters. Shop located in Vale, often lends his expertise to students.

Sebastian Silke: Moth faunus former student of Beacon Academy, now a wealthy Dust magnate based out of Eastern Vacuo. Largest commercial rival to the SDC, and personal rival and enemy to Jacques. Possibly has been providing Dust to the White Fang?

Hozukimaru Wukong: Sun's distant father. Monkey faunus, and Combat Instructor at Shade Academy in Vacuo. Also was third founding member of the White Fang, and continues to support their actions and missions in secret.

Team CROS: An all-Faunus team of Huntsman students at Beacon Academy, currently in their fourth and final year of studies.

Caine Taurus: Team Leader of CROS and younger brother to Adam/Eve Taurus. Secretly infiltrated Beacon to recruit other Faunus to the White Fang's mission. Bull faunus.

Roman Westward: Caine's partner and teammate, hailing from Vacuo. Grew up on a ranch and has a history dealing with bandits and cattle rustlers. Horse faunus.

Orion Verte: Seven foot tall and seven foot wide beast of muscle and mass. Hails from Patch and was a childhood friend of Ruby and Yang before he moved. Bear faunus.

Sirius Silbern: Orion's partner, hailing from Atlas. Son of Fenris Silbern and Willow Schnee, raised by his father when it became clear he was a faunus. Wolf faunus.

The Zirconias: A powerful family of Grimmfolk who live at the northern-most point of Solitas, hidden by a perpetual blizzard.

Baelfieyr Zirconia: Commonly referred to as Baelz. The father and founder of the house, turned into a Grimm by the Brothers over 10,000 years ago. Also generally married to Pyrrha Nikos, among a few others who stumbled upon his hidden castle.

Zephyr Zirconia-Nikos: Baelz's firstborn and eldest son. Takes after his father closest out of all of his children, and has already been made aware will be taking over lordship once Baelz decides to move on.

Scarlet Zirconia-Nikos: Baelz's second-born and eldest daughter. A prodigy in magic and the first of his children to learn how to travel across the dimensions. Also has a great love of the arts.

Lupin Zirconia-Nikos: Baelz's third-born and last by Pyrrha. Woefully untalented in magic, but known for being extremely hard working and genuinely dangerous in hand-to-hand combat. Tends to wander, looking for a place to be useful.

Bast Zirconia-Belladonna: Baelz's first-born by Kali. Partially a cat faunus and notoriously lazy. Tends to sleep her days away, avoiding responsibilities, and sneaking away for lively night parties.

Shrike Zirconia-Branwen: Baelz's first-born by Raven. Known for being extremely shy as a child and nervous around people when she was younger. Now a bit more open, enjoys traveling to other dimensions and doing some sight-seeing and friend-making.

Krystal Zirconia-Schnee: Baelz's first-born by Weiss. Extremely gifted in both her mother's Glyphs and her father's Magic. Particularly mischievous, leading more people to the castle.

Cherrybomb Alistair: Shark Faunus daughter of Fox Alistair and Neopolitan in the not too distant future. Known for her spunky and cavalier attitude, and her attraction to older men—especially professors. Currently attending Beacon Academy.

Garnet Foxx: Fox faunus performer and porn star, very popular on the spicy porn site OnlyFauns. Attended lower-level Huntsman schools but never pursued a full Huntsman training. Based out of Vale.

Yukon Gold: Bison faunus hailing from central Vale, mostly a humble woodsman handling a diminishing logging business. Has an innate distrust of Huntsmen, and so deals with Grimm by himself.

Calypso Nightshade: The younger sister of Kali Belladonna. Known as Lady Nightshade, a popular lounge singer in Mistral. Also known for her sexual performances in White Fang associated hang outs.

Acai Nymphaea: Third year Haven student known for skipping classes and sneaking off campus for some extra fun. Would rather be doing anything other than learning to be a huntress.

Chandra Nocturne: The boss of the Midnight Crime family in Atlas. Keeps up the appearance of a beautiful and mysterious socialite and entrepreneur in social life while secretly controlling the city.

Rowan Hollow: The new Grimm Studies professor at Beacon Academy. Gruff and surly badger faunus dealing with a bit of personal trauma and grief from his time as a huntsman.

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kawaiibarty · 8 months ago

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the phantom's game

wow okay, this fic has A LOT of lore. if you don't want to read a fic with a plot full of Plot and Slow Burn then this isn't the fic for you. alternatively, if you're looking for a fic that reads like it should be shoved in the recesses of a dingy library then this might be the fic for you?

masterlist

the fic:

the phantom's game will be incredibly slow in the beginning because it's basically remus just getting his footing in the world of literature and it's building up to the main plot.

this fic will also be written in three parts (but it will be put all together as one fic in case you want to download it or whatever, it also makes reading easier i think) or at least that's the aim. it may end up being more than three (maybe four MAYBE) and the word count aim is around 100k to 120k words. ideally the fic was to have around 40/50 chapters but as of now im really uncertain about the length (even though i know how it ends lol) because, and im such a nerd for this, but i ended up doing some math about fic chapter length compared to the original work and so far ive gathered that for every 1 chapter in the original work i have 2 chapters for my fic and an additional 1.5k words. it took me forever to work that out please clap. counting words in a book is hard.

and also

i feel like it's a testament to the dedication im putting into this fic 😔

the point of view might change from third to first person after part one, which may be a bit confusing so im putting a pin in this idea for now as im not even close to part two (let me know what you think about this!)

characters/relationships

this fic is written from the perspective of remus lupin and the main pairing is wolfstar (remus/sirius). main characters are remus, leo ferox (from the fanfiction all the young dudes), and sirius black. other characters are barty crouch jr, lily evans and her father who is an oc; maurice evans and other characters will be added as i write because i cba to actually flesh it out rn (and also i dont want to spoil). there are also minor relationships that are discussed.

trigger warnings/content warnings:

there are quite a few things that happen in this fic that id like to forewarn you of should you decide to read it. there are discussions of abusive parents, substance abuse and violence. in one of the chapters there will be some dubious consent, drugging, there will be descriptions of murder and violence as well as discussions around mental illness and homophobia. discussions/mentions of suicide!!!!

i will be adding on as the fic goes because i know there is stuff that ive missed.

why am i doing this???

i largely wrote this fic because i got high on meds and some other stuff it was wacko and i had absolutely nothing to do. id completely given up in trying to recover my old zombie apocalypse fic (it's a long story) and i really wanted something that i was familiar with not just because i liked the complex and the idea but because i knew it. iykwim?

it's based on a book i read when i was fifteen that got me out of the second largest reading slump in my life and basically catapulted me into the genre of fantasy realism and the whole dark/chaotic academia scene. i also decided that i would continue writing it after my beta @thestrawberryapologist showed interest in it.

another reason why i continued it rather than trying to piece together a nonexistent zombie apocalypse fic was because i have recommended this book COUNTLESS times but it seems no one i recommended it to seemed to like it.

so this is me saying, very passive aggressively, that the plot IS GOOD :(

i smashed the original book in like 2 days and ive been thinking about it for four years straight. i haven't even gotten to reading the other parts of the series because im still hooked on how THIS specific one was written.

its also a really fun (and for me) a new look into the characters because ive really never written anything this detailed before. the plot is a rollercoaster and you HAVE to stay on your toes with the the original work and i would really really like to reflect that onto my writing.

this is also the first time since i was 15/16 that ive properly attempted anything full length with the means to actually finish it off.

when is it going to be finished?

that's a good question. and one i don't know the answer to. it took me 2 months to get to chapter 4 so... it may take a year or two or 6 months dude but it's gonna be long and it's gonna be full

please don't be shy to ask me about it (though that doesn't mean im inclined to spoil it — which i won't!)

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mastermindmiko · 2 years ago

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Drunk (Part four)

pairing: George Weasley + OC

word count: 2493

warnings: injuries, mentions miscarriage, affection, voldemort, the L word. I think that's it

Part five

Hey! if you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist

When Juliette reached Grimmauld Place 12 with Neville she was immediately greeted with an old face. “Professor Lupin!” Neville exclaimed loudly.

He gave them both a soft smile and said “I’m not your Professor anymore Neville, call me Remus.” He then set his gaze on Juliette who was standing awkwardly beside them, her brain still unable to process the information; noticing that Remus added, “I suppose you have a lot of questions, let’s sit in the living room and I’ll answer what I can.”

They both followed their old professor to the living room and they sat on the couch and he sat in front of them. They sat in a uncomfortable silence -at least it was uncomfortable for Juliette- for a few seconds, then Remus clapped his hands and began “well first of all, Sirius Black is your Godfather while Neville’s godmother is Marlene McKinnon; The reason why Juliette was not taken with you neville is because during that time the ministry thought it was important to have juliette be raised with a proper family, and things were more tight with neville due to a certain prophecy made some time ago. The Lores had wanted a child, a female to be exact and after their miscarraige to a girl they made the rash decision of taking you Juliette.” His face kept turning from one of them to the other as he addressed each one of them in a part of the explanation.

“Secondly Juliette, Sirius is innocent, he didn’t do any of the things that the prophet or the ministry says he does; if you want to know the rest of the story you can go ask harry. Who is your Godbrother by the way. Sirius had a talk with Dumbledore and they agreed that you could stay here until Christmas break ends; since it is the First of December it will be less than two months.” They sat in silence for a few minutes, to give them enough time to process each word he said, knowing that Dumbledore doesn’t take in their feelings. “ I’m going to give you both sometime to take it all in and I’m going to go find Sirius.”

They were both left alone with their thoughts, then she processed the thought that the person sitting next to her is her real brother. She jumped on him and hugged him, Neville tensed and then wrapped his arms around her after a few seconds.

They heard an obnoxiously loud “AWWWW” and then an even louder frustrated “SHHHH”. They unwrapped their arms from around each other and looked at the source of the noises. They were greeted by an awestruck Sirius Black and an aggravated Remus Lupin looking at them. Juliette recognised her Godfather from the newspapers from her third year.

Sirius crossed the room, finding no reason for him to hide anymore since their embrace was finished; and hugged Juliette. She, like Neville, tensed at the gesture but did not return it. He let go of her and then cleared his throat and then said “probably too soon for that.”

“Sorry I'm not used to it.” She replied, feeling guilty.

“Oh, okay then.” He said shrugging his shoulders and then slide between them on the couch and slinged his arms around both of their shoulders and said, turning to Neville “you know kid, the only reason I wasn’t your godfather was because alice didn’t trust me with both of her children; as if McKinnon was better than me or something.” He let out a scoff at the send of his words.

Juliette let out a chuckle, now getting to understand the personality of this man. She was excited about how the rest of winter break was going to be. She then looked meekly at her godfather and said “can I stay here for the rest of the term?”

His face brightened at her words and she was sure that if he wasn’t sitting he would’ve jumped with joy. He replied “yeah, of course.” He then turned his face to Neville and added “not sure about you though.”

Neville then looked at the floor and said “I have to go back because classes and the DA, and my plants.”

“Yeah, Dumbledore thought you would say that, so he told me to tell you that you can come visit Juliette every Saturday until Break.” Sirius said, pulling his arms away from their shoulders and standing up from the couch. “Tell me when you’re going back to Hogwarts-” he then saw the look that Remus was giving him so he added “I’m going to leave you both now, do sibling stuff, but don’t kill each other; if necessary maim only.”

When he exited the room, Neville was the one to embrace Juliette this time and Juliette felt like she could cry but then she realised he might get freaked out or something. They stayed for a few hours talking, until he had to leave.

They bid each other farewell with probably their 100th hug, and then Juliette went to Sirius to talk to him.

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It’s been 20 days since Juliette’s adoptive parents died and 20 days since George had seen her last. To say that he’s worried is an understatement, and he wasn’t the only one that was worried a specific bleach blonde Slytherin seems to be facing the same emotions.

Has no feelings for me, my ass; he thought. He’s looking at the Slytherin who has the same dark circles under his eyes that he has; and isn’t eating anything. George had been forced multiple times to eat by his siblings and multiple letters from his mother.

This event showed George that his feelings are in-fact as fucking obvious as the ferret’s feelings for her.

He couldn’t focus on his classes, not that he did in the first place; but not focusing is much more unpleasant than he anticipated when having a reason.

He knew that by that day that she had left Hogwarts, he had tried to go to her dorm several times and got no answer. He would try to send her a letter, but not knowing her address and not knowing where she would be without her parents prevents that action.

Even if he had sent a letter, he knows that whatever information he would’ve gotten wouldn’t have made him cheerier; once again looked at the bleached blonde ferret.

Tristan has gotten over the fact quickly he skipped one day of classes and then he came back as if nothing happened in the first place; and those were his actual birth parents that died.

He assumed that she would grieve their death, but he didn’t think that she would grieve their deaths for this long; and from the stories that he was told by her they had treated her like shit and that she couldn’t have possibly loved them.

George didn’t assume that he could be anymore worried that day, but he was proven wrong when his family and harry were all taken to Dumbledore’s office in the middle of the night; saying that his father was under attack from Voldemort’s fucking snake.

Ginny started crying and Fred had taken her into his arms, trying to appear strong for her; Ron on the other hand wasn’t doing much to appear strong for your younger sister thing. His eyes were watery and he seemed on the edge of bursting out crying just like Ginny.

George is about to have a panic attack or at least that’s what it felt like to him. His hands are placed in his pockets to prevent Ginny from seeing his shaking hands; he tried to think positively, but the lack of sleep and the amount of worry prevented him from doing so.

They were all sent to Grimmauld Place 12 while his mother went to St. Mungo’s. It was the middle of the night, but Sirius greeted them with hope.

George tried to talk to Harry to question him about his father but he seemed to snap at him every time he tried. They were all standing in the hallway that was right beside the staircase and in front of the kitchen, where all the order’s meetings were made.

Once they reached the living room after the kitchen, George sat on the couch head back trying to calm down his nerves; while Ron held Ginny trying to calm her down and Fred was blaming Sirius for not helping their father saying “ I don’t see you risking your neck-”

George resisted the urge to punch his brother from stupidity, Sirius was wanted in the ministry, of course he wasn’t going to go to the ministry to help their father. George blocked out the rest of their conversation until they heard a voice that made them all quiet down.

“What the FUCK, is all this noise for?” Juliette said, entering the room. She was wearing a red silk night gown that reached her thighs and her hair down, slightly messy. -from sleeping he assumed- George felt relief rush through his entire body, and he jumped off the couch and hurried to her. Before he tightly wrapped his arms around her, he heard a soft, surprised “George?”

He tightened his arms around her and for a few seconds he forgot everything that's wrong at this moment in his life, feeling relieved by the familiar smell of Lavender, almonds, and coconut.

“Are you okay? What happened?” He asked her to unwrap his arms from her torso and lift them to cup her face in his hands. He could see a blush decorating her cheeks when she lifted her hands to hold his hands on her face and say, “Nevermind me, what happened to you guys?”

The few seconds of comfort were demolished by the question, remembering that his father might very well be dying, or maybe even dead right now. He moved away from her, his hands falling and sat back down on the couch; his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands as he let out an exhale.

He could hear Sirius whispering to whom he thought was Juliette and then he heard Juliette let out a small ‘oh.’

He felt the couch dip from beside him and two small arms wrap around his torso, lifting his head and he saw her hugging him. She leaned closer to his ears and she whispered “you should sleep, you look really tired.”

He cracked a small smile and looked at her “that’s because I am tired it’s two in the morning.” She gave him a small sympathetic smile and then laid his head on her lap, she gave him a kiss on his forehead that made his heart skip several beats.

“Sleep George, I’ll wake you if anything happens.”

Her words were the last thing he heard before he fell into the deepest sleep he’s had in eighteen days, with her hands in his hairs and the butterflies in his stomach; he fell asleep with the girl he loves. Leaving him to deal with his problems the next day. His last thought was:

Shit, I think I love her.

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I really hope he can’t hear how hard my heart is beating, Juliette thinks as she continues to play with a sleeping George’s hair. After about an hour, Mrs. Weasley sends a letter about Mr. Weasley’s health; and even though Juliette doesn’t want to, she has to wake George up. She promised to wake him up if they receive any news. She slowly takes out her hand from his hair and leans in closer to his ear and starts saying his name in whispers.

“George.”

“George, wake up.”

“George, We got a letter from Mrs. Weasley.”

He started shuffling around slightly, and his eyes slowly fluttered open. A cute smile graced his features when his eyes fully opened, She felt butterflies. A smile took over her own features, and she said in a soft voice “we got a letter from Mrs. Weasley.”

As if he remembered the situation they were in, and the smile left his face and so did her’s. He lifted his head from her lap, but still took her hand in his; as Sirius started to read the letter. She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze hoping that he’d know that she was there for him.

She had spent the past sixteen days, spending more time with Sirius, Remus, and Neville. She would lose in chess with Remus, but beat Sirius in an exploding snap game; and Neville came from Hogwarts six times to spend time with her. He told her if she wanted to come visit their parents in St. Mungo’s at Christmas with him, and she agreed; even though she was actually terrified of their Gran from what Neville told her.

She saw Harry head up the stairs, as soon as Sirius finished reading the letter. She turned to George and said “I have to go, I’ll come back” He looked at her and nodded, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

She hurried up the stairs after Harry, and saw her room’s door open. She entered and saw Harry panicking on the floor, his head resting on the wall. She rushed beside him and placed a calming hand on his shoulder, he started crying and saying “what’s wrong with me?”

“Nothings wrong with you Harry, you saved Mr. Weasley’s life from what I heard from Sirius. You need to stop blaming yourself.” She replied, she heard him start sniffling and slowly calming down.

After a few minutes of sitting in silence, Harry scanned the room with his eyes and said with a confused look on his face “who’s room is this?”

Juliette let out a small chuckle and said with her hand slightly raised up “mine.”

Harry looked at her quizzically “since when?”

“Since Sirius decided it was about two weeks ago.”

Harry looked at her even more confused, “you’re staying here?”

“Well of course godbrother, where else am I supposed to go?” She replied and asked with a smile.

His eyes widened slightly, and he looked at her skeptically. “Godbrother?”

“Yeah well Sirius is also my godfather too, so you’re kinda like my godbrother.” She said, shrugging her shoulders and lifting herself up from the floor. She held out a hand to him and he accepted it.

“I’m sorry about your parents by the way.” He said sympathetically.

She lifted her right hand in front of her and waved a dismissing motion and said “don’t be I’m adopted, turns out Neville’s my brother.” He raised an eyebrow. She replied saying, “You can just ask Sirius.”

They headed down the stairs and Juliette sat beside George once again, intertwining their fingers as Harry sat next to George on the other side.

George rested his head on her shoulder and kept a firm grip on her hand, as they all waited for Mrs. Weasley to return from St. Mungo’s.

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Taming ofthe Shrew

Snippet of something I tried to write years ago that never went anywhere. Remus Lupin X OC, Sirius Black scheming, nerdy flirting. kink if you squint

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"Juuuniiiii" I could hear Sirius whine from the row behind, stage whispering to get my attention. Merlin, I just want to get this question done, can't he let me be for one goddamn moment. " I know you can hear me" Sirius shifts in his seat to lean closer "I need help with the muggle studies essay meet me in the Gryffindor common room?"

"Aye no, I need to run through new plays with my team" trying to focus on the work in front of me.

"tomorrow?" He looks at me with those stupid puppy dog eyes. Sirius doesn't ask for help, he's up to something.

I hesitate "Fine." What is that boy up to? I didnae think he studied, on a Friday night no less!

If I get one more look from one of these bloody Gryffindors I'm leaving, he's fecking late, I guess I'll help him some other time. I turn back to my book, try and ignore the gits walking by and gaggle of Third years giggling coming up with reasons I'm sat in their common room.

The amount of people in the common room dwindles, it's getting dark out where the bloody hell is he?

"Juniper!" merlins beard gimme a heart attack why don't you! Remus was stood at the bottom of the stairs looking equally surprised by my presence.

"Hullo, Remus" I swear this boy is getting taller.

"hi...sorry um not to sound rude but what are you doing here?" he stumbles over his words, how precious "I-just mean, 'cause you're a Hufflepuff ya'know?

"oh aye thank you for noticing, no I'm meant to be helping Sirius with Muggle Studies" meant to be.

"Oh, well he actually asked me to help him with the potions essay hence" Lifting the books and parchment in his hands.

"Funny. He's not in your dorm I take it?" Remus shakes his head, merlin those curls are bouncy. "well I'll just have to wait here to tell 'im off then" turning back to my book.

"Do you like him?" What? He quickly clarifies "Shakespeare I mean, well his work," he says clearing his throat.

"oh aye this one's my favourite 'taming of the shrew', bit problematic but it has some good scenes ." I wonder if he's read it. "I have to admit it's always better performed," I turn back to the page I was on and murmur "s'not meant to be read."

"What part are you on?"

"where Kate and Petruchio meet for the first time." I smile, hoping he knows why. It can be a hilarious scene if it's done right. He nods and I go back to my book, play? script, no um-.

"Good morrow, Kate for that's your name, I hear." Hmm, he knows the first line, okay let's see how much boy wonder remembers.

"Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing. They call me Katherine that do talk of me." I attempt to put on the character, probably a good thing I didn't decide to be an actor as a bairn.

"Liar." I feel myself getting warm as he looks at me, eyes boring into me" for you are called plain Kate, and bonnie Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst, but Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom, Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate, For dainties are all Kate and therefore," he pauses slowing himself "Kate. Take this of me, Kate of my consolation: Hearing thy mildness praised in every town, thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded, yet not so deeply as to thee belongs. I am moved to woo thee for my wife."

Shite okay, pretty boy. I get up from my seat to stand in front of him just to be sure he cannae read my book.

"'Moved,' in good time. Let him that moved you hither, remove you hence." I feel myself smile a little as I watch him think over his next lines, "I knew at first you were a moveable."

"Why, what's a moveable?" He asks already knowing the answer.

"A joint stool."

"You're right, actually." his confidence falters as he hesitates on the rest o' the line "Come, sit on me."

I didnae think he was actually going to continue, well, I'm gonna have some fun with this one. I decide to do it and sit in his lap. Good lord, does he always smell like this? what is that, chocolate? line, what's the line. "Asses are made to bear, and so are you." I read attempting to regain my stubborn kate-like demeanour.

"Women are made to bear, and so are you," he says lightly patting my stomach. that smug mother fecker.

"Not by the likes of you!" I get up in an attempt to seem angry and not at all flustered.

Mockingly "Oh heavens, Kate, I wouldn't think of burdening you. I know how light and carefree you are." my he's really gotten into character, who knew.

"Too light for such a swain as you to catch, and yet as heavy as my weight should be." ooh we're getting to the fun bit, I wonder if he'll-

"' Should be'—should buzz!" he gets up off the lounge.

"Well like a buzzard, Buzz off!" he continues to move closer.

"If I'm a buzzard, you're a turtledove." He winks! what's this boy trying to do to me."Come, my little wasp, you're too angry."

Hmph well " If I be waspish, best beware my sting." I step toward him in an attempt to regain my composure. bad Idea.

"My remedy is then to pluck it out." he says, has his teeth always been this nice? Gods I wish I could wipe that stupid, smug look off his stupid face.

"Oh aye, if the fool could find it" I wonder how far he's going to take it, he clearly knows the play well.

"Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail." he's bloody close, merlin's beard.

"In his tongue." keep it cool, it is just a boy, wow he has so many little scars you wouldnae see until you get this close, they're faded, old.

"Whose tongue?" oh um-.

"Yours, if you talk of tales. And so farewell." I move back toward my things picking them up off the couch.

"What, with my tongue in your tail?"He's stood directly behind Merlin oh mighty "Nay, come again, Good Kate. I am a gentleman." oh my lord his hand slides down my waist, I smack it away before he moves any lower trying to stay in character.

"A gentleman? that I'll try!" whipping around to face him. Bloody hell he's staring into my soul I swear, he grabs my wrist and pulls me closer.

"I swear I'll cuff you if you strike again." Holy shit who are you and what have you done with boy wonder. No stop we're friends, but that cuffing thing dinnae sound so bad. oh crap, he's looking at me. you know kissing him wouldnae be a bad idea right now. If I just leaned forward a bit-

"Nice one James!" oh shite,

Remus and I quickly sort ourselves. Like nothing happened, hm."Oi, what happened to muggle studies hmm? what happened to 'oh please I'm failing I need your help' 'it has to be Friday night'?" I turn my attention to Sirius.

"I forgot?" of fucking course, I collect my stuff and proceed to walk toward the portrait hole.

"wait!" Remus stumbles over pulling on his robes "I'll walk you back if we get caught this late I can say I caught you out during rounds and am escorting you back."

"oh yeah, Mr prefect" I forgot about that." you hoping for head boy next year?"

"Nah."

#remus lupin #remus lupin x oc #remus lupin x named reader #remus lupin fanfiction #marauders

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