#marlene is the vulture

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thank you to user @true-brew for supplying holt as mcgonagall because OF COURSE HOW DID I NOT SEE THAT

wow i really want to do this now

marauders x brooklyn nine-nine

jake - sirius

amy - remus

rosa - dorcas

charles - james

terry - mary

holt - ??? open to suggestions

gina - lily

hitchcock - barty

scully - evan

lawyer 1 - regulus

forensic guy - peter

lawyer 2 - pandora

the vulture - marlene

[pampushky]

i hate the air he breathes his foolish decrees

Alpha! Lando Norris/Omega! Lauda! Reader - chapter 2 - 5k

woooo welcome to part 2 my loves! sorry for the slight wait. I've been doing hot bitch shit (my actual job). but now we're back. enjoy the fuck out of it. TW: no mention of abuser other than as him. mentions of abandonment and severe physical trauma in the form of a house fire. lore drop on the main character too!!

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Mid-March 2005. Los Angeles.

Niki gets a call from an unknown number that wakes him up from a deep slumber, and he hardly has any time to think as he’s pulling a sweater over his head and forgoing a hat entirely. It’s his third day in as your legal guardian, and you’re already transferred to a state-of-the-art hospital in Los Angeles, across the country from where you’d lived previously. A newer set of mountains. A city to the hamlet you’d once known, hidden away in the foggy mountains of North Carolina.  

As he blearily walks into the hospital lobby, there’s already a small team of doctors waiting for him, explaining rapidly what's happening to you as they walk him up to your room in the burn ward. You’re in the best hospital for burns on the continent— Niki had made sure of it. Had paid for the flight over here two days ago, with a medical staff on board to keep you stable during the five-hour flight. 

The doctors swarming around your unconscious form resemble vultures. The burn center director explains everything to him when they finally get to your room. The rapid medical treatment nearly made you present early. Freakishly early, by all standards. It’s understood to have been a panic response by your body— because you're on the brink of death in the burn ward, your hormones so out of whack that for whatever reason, your brain had gone, ‘Oh, yes, it’s time to do that now.’

Studies had shown that those in areas where the risk of death was high often presented much earlier, with other cases that also supported something known as “panic presentation”. You’re an extreme example of the latter. But it had never been seen to this degree. You need to be knocked out for several days, going comatose while a team of doctors works around the clock to save your life while it seems likely you will melt away like the first snowfall on a sun-warmed road as it seems new complications get piled onto your case file every day. The way the doctor talks about you makes Niki feel like you’re more of a specimen meant for study, and not a pup who’d just lost her Dam. 

Marlene has already decorated the sterile room to reflect more on a child’s room. And wherever there’s an empty space on a table, she’s placed down vases full of fresh flowers. Flowering dogwood. That’s what the state flower was of North Carolina, and however early in the season for blooming it was, she managed to find fresh ones every day. Now, Marlene was back at the hotel, settling a new wave of interest about your identity while Niki tried to figure out what he was going to do with you when he's lead into the room.

You’re already on several new medications to prevent you from presenting early, having them inserted in through an IV and eventually, to be taken as a pill when you could swallow. You'll be on these same medications until you’re seven or eight, when they can start to consider weaning you off of them to let you present then because it’ll be safer. Niki hates the idea of you presenting even then. You should be almost fully grown when you present. Not— not still a pup. With baby teeth still in your mouth. You should be wrestling. Learning to access your canine form, and causing mayhem like his sons had. 

So he does what he’s been doing for the past five days. Niki sits quietly by your side in your private room. Holding your tiny hand while a machine breathes for you, not even five years old, and fighting for your life. Completely unaware of the complications your existence has thrown straight into Niki’s lap, dredging up old, old wounds that his sons have yet to recover from.

Because the great complication is that you’re his biological grandchild. 

Through a son, a beta, that neither Lukas nor Mathias had gotten to know. Or Niki, for that matter. But here you are. The only link to that son. To the ultimate undoing of his marriage and mating, his infidelity thrown back in his face in the form of a sedated, traumatized pup that can’t understand him through his accent.

Left without a dam, your mother. Lost to the roaring flames of a housefire that you’d somehow survived. Part of Niki wants to know how his son had ended up in the area, and if there are any other new descendants he should know about. So he petitions the court to gain access to your files before he legally adopts you, and he stares down at them before finally lifting the cover of the manila folder and starts to read.

All the files seem to stare right on back at Niki as he continues to pour through them, officially five minutes and nine seconds into being your legal guardian. They’re meticulous, just as expected— it had become standard for anyone who’d had so much as a visit to a hospital to create a DNA profile, especially after they presented. His affair child’s profile stares back at him, with what he can only assume is an up-to-date photo. Male. Beta. Signed away parental rights before birth. Austrian nationality. That’s all you have to go on for your biological father’s identity. 

That’s all that linked Niki to you, and how the social worker had managed to contact him. All other positive matches from your father’s side are his former mistress as your biological grandmother and his two sons with Marlene as your uncles. There are no other pups listed for his affair child. No other grandchildren that he has to worry about. Your dam’s profile is more complete. A smiling picture of her holding you as an infant, left by her family.

Female. Omega. Deceased. American nationality, born in Banner Elk, North Carolina. 

And under that:

Dam’s pack signed away pack and next of kin rights to the pup. Relevant health history is accessible through the International UN DNA database. Pack requested no contact order until the pup has reached legal age, or unless the pup does not survive her time in hospital, so they may bury her in the family plot with her Dam.

This makes a chill run down Niki’s spine. Your pack had… signed you away? The only people who had been familiar to you— and they had signed away their rights as though you were more of a burden than anything, only asking for you back if you were dead. It makes him shudder, as he looks down at your tiny body again, for what must have been the thousandth time since he’s been introduced to you. Since he’d so quickly agreed to become your legal guardian, your legal sire. Covered in bandages and hooked up to dozens of wires. 

The social worker explained that signing you away was them not wanting to pay for the massive medical bill, along with the scandal your birth had caused in the small community. Your Dam was unmated, and even worse, unmarried, raising you on her own in a less-than-up-to-code cabin her late father had left her, further out in the mountains, a thirty-minute drive into town. 

The matriarch of her pack had been well-regarded in the area— it was an open secret that she was looking for any excuse to remove you from the picture. This just happened to be the perfect excuse. How was she going to be able to pay for your medical costs on her own when it was just her? All the advanced treatments you’d need— it would be too much in her old age.

When told about the Children’s Health Insurance Programs that could easily provide care for you, your grand-dam had just made a sour face and told the Social Worker she was still signing away her rights. Her surviving children were quick to follow her lead.

What a backward system. Niki had growled to himself, pacing in the room. Reading the reports from the insurance company he’d managed to legally bully his way into receiving from your biological family. 

The cabin had burnt down in nearly an hour. You’d been trapped under a metal bed frame when the roof collapsed in on itself. When they’d found you, it had been a recovery effort for bodies. And despite it all, you’d survived, your whimpering and crying alerting the firefighters that you were alive. Severely burnt, with the old mattress and polyester blankets having melted and dripped across your little body as the embers settled. Half of your body severely burnt from where the flames could still reach you. Crying out for your Dam even as you were airlifted to the nearest hospital with a functioning burn ward.

Going over your files has become a habit for first past three days. Ever since Marlene had gone silent when Niki told her that he was going to adopt you, before brusquely starting to order furniture and calling countless contractors that a new pup-friendly room be added to his house in Hof. He’s lucky to at least be considered a friend of his former mate, otherwise, he would be stumbling through his second round of parenting. He looks down at the newest addition to his pack. You. Four and a half. With burns covering an incredible amount of your body. Nearly 45% percent of your torso, completely mangling one of your legs, crawling up your neck and dancing across your jaw. Now lying in a medically-induced coma to conserve your energy. 

You wake up nearly two days later. Five days into Niki’s tenure as your legal sire. Unable to scream. Eyes fixed on Niki as your little chest heaves with the effort it takes to breathe. You pull at your IV and try to snap at a nurse who tries to stop you. But your eyes are still fixed on Niki, likely horrified by his burns. You were glancing at your own bandaged arms and body as if to gauge how you would one day look. 

There is a wild look in your eyes as you look at him. The way you tremble as the doctors try to explain everything. It hurts Niki’s heart, especially with the gasping noise you let out before they sedate you again when you’re still not responding well to anything. Niki wants to wrap you up in his arms and never let you go. You mumble something out as you drift away again, tears in the corners of your eyes. Foggy eyes on the extravagant bouquets of flowers on the tables beside your bed and across the room.

Where is my Dam? 

Early February 2024. Woking.

Your left leg was acting up again. It always did when you were stressed. The fire had mangled it— and that was putting it lightly. Not bad enough to amputate, because that would be too easy, and they didn’t want to send your body into even more shock. So you had your crispy, chicken-fried, useless leg. You could put some weight on it now, after nearly twenty years of intense therapy and correcting surgeries. But it was still incredibly weak. All twisted, mottled skin and a full knee replacement.

That’s what had made it so easy for him. That’s what had made it easy for him to chase you down as you tried to leave every situation that saw him near you. Easily able to keep pace with your shambling, stress-induced walk as you choked on his scent. 

Your upper thigh twinges. The needle pierces your skin all over again. That was the only reason you’d been able to walk away without experiencing a true heat from whatever drug he’d hit you with. The bad, mangled leg of yours. Your downfall and savior. 

The halls are winding, but you can vaguely follow the way to your office from previous talks. You call Lewis the moment you get to the room. There’s already a brand-new mini fridge sitting on your desk, likely from the accommodations you’d listed in the countless documents you’d had to sign when you got hired. 

There’s a few people unboxing your items and they look a bit shocked to see you back from what was supposed to be a much longer meeting.

“Ms Lauda—”

“Leave, please,” you whisper while pacing across the room, trying to calm yourself down. You can feel your scent-blocking, adhesive strips tingling. Your scent glands, especially the damaged ones, threatening to blister from the stress of what just happened. You were going to be sacked for certain. Not only had you yelled at the driver you were meant to work with, you’d also thrown an empty can at him. “I’d like some space.”

The workers, your new assistants, you realize, hurry out, not even catching your mumbled thanks as you tuck yourself into a corner where you can’t be seen from the door. So much different than Williams. So much more support. Lewis doesn’t pick up immediately, but just as you’re about to call again, his contact photo appears on your screen. 

“What’s wrong? Are you okay—” Is the first thing you hear, like the protective older brother he’s always situated himself as in your life. “What room are you in? I still haves ways to get into the classified parts of the MTC—” 

“I’m going to fucking kill Lando Norris,” You growl into the phone, and Lewis lets out a relieved noise, before breaking off into a fit of laughter, his voice more distant as if he’s trying to muffle himself. “Don’t laugh! That fucking brat, I should box his goddamn ears, showing up nearly an hour late to what was supposed to be our initial meeting—” 

“Ah, yeah, sounds like Lando!” 

“Fuck off, Lewis,” You whine, and he has the audacity to laugh even harder, because your accent slips, as it always seems to do when you’re with your immediate pack. You can hear him shuffle a bit. “I’m gonna kill him.”

“No, you won’t.”

“No, I won’t,” You concede to him with a soft sigh. You hear the chortling barks of Roscoe in the background of Lewis’s call. “I’m gonna do my job. But I’m gonna hate it. Unless I get switched to Oscar.”

“Don’t sound too hopeful.” Lewis chides on the other side of the phone, and you hear the doorknob jiggle, followed by a soft knock. “Sounds like you have some work to do.” 

He hangs up before you can say something in response to him, leaving the gentle knocking on the door to slowly drive you insane. Likely Andrea or Zak, telling you that you were going to be let go for committing a minor assault against their star driver. 

And you're right, it is Zak. But he looks more concerned than angry with you, immediately putting his hands up in a placating manner when you open the door as if you’re the one with all the power and he’s not the CEO of McLaren Racing, your ultimate boss. Your boss’s boss. The one who bulldozed his way into getting you on the team because he’d seen your work to get at least a modicum of respect back to Williams, and, in his own words, got a good vibe from you.

(And maybe Niki had been in his ear a little bit about it, but when Niki Lauda spoke, people had a habit of listening rather closely to whatever he said.)

“Mr. Brown,” You start formally, leaning down in a way that is traditionally seen as submitting and a very, very formal way to apologize before he starts to squawk in surprise at it all. 

“Don’t– What are you submitting for— are you alright?!”

The last thing you expect is Zak fretting over you like you’re a pup. He’s gently squishing your cheeks with his hands, checking you over, and you can see his nose twitching, as if he’s checking your scent for any signs of distress. Only to look confused by how… clean, you smell.

“Are you— are you still hurt from everything?”

“No, I just,” You take a step backward, and hold up your hands just like he had just been doing for you a few seconds ago. “It’s easier to hide my designation when I smell like this.”

He just looks confused at your explanation but doesn’t seem to question it.

“And you… want to continue hiding it?”

“Preferably.”

Even as you say it, you can see a bit of pity in his eyes. You know his mate is an omega. He has a pup who’s an omega. Both of which he supports wholeheartedly. You’d seen all the articles. Part of you is jealous. Another part just wants everyone to stop caring about what your designation may be. Why should anyone care what you are? 

You’re proud of yourself, regardless of your designation. You’re not some prize to be won! You can stand on your own two feet, you can take care of yourself. You had more than shown that—

Zak is hugging you. Rumbling softly like any parent would do for a distressed pup.

“You don’t have to justify it. I just need to know so I can make sure that no one else is told, aside from our medical people.” He whispers, and you sag against him. Relief fills your mind. “What— what do people think you’ve presented as?”

“Alpha. Like Vati. They think I’m an Alpha.” 

“We can work with that,” Zak pulls away, looking at you. There’s only worry in his eyes. “Can I ask one more thing?”

“Yeah,” You sniffle, not realizing you’d starting to tear up as you look at him. “What is it?”

“Why…. did you throw an empty can of Red Bull at Lando? You’re not in trouble, I just want to know why.”

You flush, and Zak just starts to laugh. 

McLaren is much, much different than Williams.

Lando has been sitting in a chair while Oscar screams at him. Andrea has disappeared. It’s been ten minutes and all he wants to do is curl up and die and apologize for commenting on your voice and being late and not charging his phone and really, every other thing that he’d done wrong, ever.

Yes. He is technically the older one. No, he shouldn’t be acting like such a pup over this.  

Yes. He should know better than to comment on things that people can’t change or help about themselves.

Yes, Oscar, Lando was aware that you had survived a very traumatic house fire that nearly killed you. No, it’s not okay that he called you a robotic bitch. No, he didn’t read the email about the apparent triggers that you had from this event. Frankly, he wasn’t even aware that they had emailed those to him. That seemed like a bit much.

“I mean seriously, Lando! This is ridiculous! Fucking calling her that!” 

It feels like he’s being lectured by his Dam again, her words blending English into Flemish until he can’t tell what she’s saying, just that she’s pissed at him. Instead, it’s just Oscar’s accent getting thicker and thicker until Lando’s certain he’s never heard anyone sound so furious with him, and that’s really saying something. 

“I get it,” Lando whines, letting his head slip so that he can press his forehead against the table. And he does feel bad! Really! “I didn’t know she’d respond like that!”

“Wonderful excuse to be a fuckhead, champ,” Oscar drawls, eyes narrowed. His arms are folded. He looks unimpressed. He smells more, now than ever, of rotting oranges. Lando can imagine the maggots. “I’m shocked you didn’t comment on her designation as well.”

“She’s an alpha! And she smells so medicine-y,” Lando wrinkles his nose, lifting up his head enough to glare at the omega in front of him. Oscar’s face is a blank mask of annoyance, with a flicker of some other mystery emotion. But he can at least tell what he’s thinking because he can smell his displeasure from across the room. It’s all rotten oranges, burning rubber, and singed hair. “C’mon! I didn’t know it’d set her off that much, man!”

“Commenting on traumatic events tends to do that to people.”

“How was I supposed to know it was traumatic?!”

“Wow, you really didn’t read any of the emails,” Oscar lets out a low huff, sitting across from Lando in one of the plush office chairs. “We’ve been in talks with her for weeks!”

“You were in talks with her, maybe,” Lando says snidely, narrowing his gaze at the omega across from him, “I didn’t think I needed a new race engineer, yet here we are. But you seemed awfully interested when you heard she was looking for a new team.”

Oscar scoffs. His cheeks turn slightly pink. “No, I wasn’t. She’s a good friend. I thought she’d be a good fit for the team.”

“Oh, so this has nothing to do with the fact that you have such an obvious crush on her? I bet Logan even helped set you up,” Lando knows he’s been a dick again. But he’s frustrated. He’ll get lectured by his therapist for this later, and he’s okay with that. He just needs to make Oscar squirm a little for his high-and-mighty attitude. “You want her pups, I bet. Already have the first three named.”

“Fuck off,” Oscar snarls, and Lando decides to keep digging a bit more. “It’s not like that! Besides— I’m courting someone!”

An awkward silence settles between the two. Oscar’s flushed pink. And Lando starts to grin. All evil like, in Oscar’s opinion. Gleefully, in his own. 

"Oh, but it is!” Lando chimes, his voice all sing-songy. He’s in full older brother mode. He knows exactly what to do to push Oscar’s buttons now that his teammate has shown his weakness. He’s done this with his sisters. And Oscar’s probably used to being the one doing the tormenting, as his family’s oldest pup. “You like her!” And then, with a very dramatic gasp, “Oh, you’re probably courting her! No wonder you wanted her here!”

Without so much as a warning, the Australian driver leaps at him with a snarl the moment the words are out of his mouth. They’re both tussling on the ground, before it turns into the two of them in their canine forms, snapping and snarling at each other. This is when Andrea decides to make a reappearance, looking a bit startled to see a mousy-brown wolf and a dark-brown wolf rolling around on the floor of the conference room. Oscar is large for an omega in his canine form, but still smaller than Lando. Lando is wirey, not as bulky as many would expect an Alpha to be. It’s rather evenly matched, considering how often the two of them are training. 

One moment, Lando has Oscar pinned. Another, Oscar has him pinned. Snarling and biting and kicking until the door opens again, and now it’s Andrea, Zak, and yourself watching the two of them wrestle until you fearlessly walk into the fray and grab Oscar by one of his hind legs.

Oscar turns human again immediately, hitting the ground with a loud ‘oof’ while Lando scurries away, watching as you start to lecture the other driver as he stands up. Your tone is hushed, but it’s clear that this seems to be a common occurrence between the two of you. You’re leaning over him, and the rumblings of annoyance and displeasure are clear as day.

Lando can’t help but smirk as the other man makes fleeting eye contact with him as you sit on his side of the table, taking your place as his engineer, despite your obvious contempt for him. 

“Now, let's get to business…” Andrea sighs. You keep your eyes ahead. Hands folded neatly in front of you. Letting his words blur until you feel Oscar gently tugging on your arm. He looks concerned, and you smile tiredly at him. Only just remembering the promise of cuddling in his nest with him when this was all done. 

You don’t even care if you look or act nothing like the Alpha that Lando thinks you are. You just slump against Oscar with a grumpy half-whine as he hoists you over his shoulder. The other driver lets out a loud snort at that, and your friend only glares at him, about to say something else before you bring one of your hands to tap his cheek lightly.

“Just get to th’nest,” You mumble, leaning against him. Your leg aches. You don’t want to walk. “Wanna get th’blockers off.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Oscar sighs, glaring at Lando over his shoulder before walking past with you in his arms. You don’t care about how it looks. You’ll deal with it later. And before you know it, you’re curled in the world’s comfiest nest, all in shades of orange and black. With the comforting scent of sweet tangerines and charcoal. Oscar hands you a nice little bottle of micellar water to help get the sticky adhesive of the blockers off, much more gentle with your skin than you ever are with yourself. He’s even soaked cotton rounds to make it a bit easier to apply, gently rubbing them across your scarred glands to clear any remnants of the adhesive off of your skin.

The smells of mountain rain and fresh baked peach cobbler mix with Oscar’s scent as you stretch, rubbing your cheeks tiredly.

You let yourself relax then. Sinking deep into the soft pillows as Oscar comes to spoon you from behind. A commonplace action, and had been since he started to get more and more bold with you in his attempts to court you. 

You can hear Oscar start to Facetime someone, probably Logan. But you honestly don’t care all that much— he’s there, and you’ll give your friend a full debrief, of course, after you’ve fully rested. 

“Your leg acting up?”

Oscar nudges you, and you grumble, trying to press your face further into the plushness of the nest, voice muffled by pillows. “Who cares if it is?”

“I do.”

“So do I!” Logan chimes in from the phone, and you roll over enough to glare at him. “Did you take all your meds, mouse?”

“Unfortunately, yes. So I’m afraid you’ll just have to put me down at this point—”

You don’t even have time to respond as Oscar cuffs your ear. You let out a dramatic whine, actually letting yourself act on your instinctual noises. Nothing hurts, of course. Oscar’s always been gentle, making sure nothing actually hurts when he wrestles with you or cuffs your ears. 

“Did you have to get my bad ear?” You whine, looking accusingly at the Aussie who just grins down at you, cuffing the same ear once again. “I’m gonna tell Lewis.”

“He doesn’t scare me, and besides, he’d probably agree with me! All, ‘C’mon, Mousey, that’s not how your therapist said to cope with your trauma—”

“That’s a bit scary, how accurate that was,” You prop yourself up to glare at your dear friend, only to smile broadly at him. You can’t help it, really. He manages to make you smile, even when you feel like shit. And even when he cuffs your bad ear by mistake, after swearing he won’t do it again.

In truth, the ear looks almost melted. It’s usually carefully hidden by your personal stylist, with hair masterfully combed over it. The skin around it— luckily missing your scalp— was mottled and pink. What was left of your ear was little more than a small ridge of skin and cartilage at this point, and was much the same in your canine appearance, just more dramatic without all the fur. The upper half of your ear was utterly gone, along with most of the lobe. It was the ear you were deaf in. 

“Can it even hurt if you’re deaf?”

“Yeah! Doesn’t mean it’s gone numb to the feeling,” you pout, looking at him as he sets his chin on your shoulder. Logan giggles from FaceTime. He’s set up somewhere, Williams blue all around him that makes you avert your gaze but continue talking to him nonetheless. “Ugh. Logan, I almost killed Lando.”

“She threw a can of Red Bull at him,” Oscar clarifies, to his rather shocked-looking boyfriend and courting partner. To his credit, it takes a few seconds before Logan starts to cackle.  

“It was empty!” You protest back, but there’s a wide smile on your face as you hazard a glance at your former partner. “He was being a little bitch!”

“Should I be offended I didn’t get the same treatment my first day?” Logan’s voice crackles and his face is frozen on the screen with a mix of a confused look and smirk, before serenading both of you with a jumbled, robotic mess before the call abruptly ends. 

“Stupid wifi,” Oscar mumbles, pulling the phone away to text his boyfriend to see what happened. You just settle back into your side of the nest, closing your eyes and letting yourself drift off while Oscar’s comforting scent wafts over in you waves. You could just about fall asleep when there’s a gentle knock at the door, followed by Andrea poking his head in. 

He blinks at the two of you. You blink back at him, already knowing you won't be able to take a much-needed like you had originally planned.

“Ah! Ms Lauda— can I speak with you for a second?”

“Can I do it from here?” you try to press yourself deeper into Oscar’s nest. You’d need to find a place to make one here— a nice, private room. Somewhere you can easily reapply your scent blockers and can fully surrender to your instincts until you were comfortable with more people knowing about your designation. “Took off my blockers.”

“Of course. I just wanted to check in, make sure everything was alright after… how the meeting went.”

There’s a hearty pause. As if he can tell you’re thinking over your words carefully.

“It certainly… went.”

“Ah. And… no other comments?”

“I meant what I said. You baby Lando.” You shift slightly. Tiredly. Giving the team principal the trademark Lauda stare from where you’re comfortably curled into the nest. So soft, yet so harsh at the same time.

“Then it’s a good thing you’re here to fix that,” Andrea smiles politely at you, and ducks out of the room without another word. You just settle deeper into Oscar’s nest, wondering what in the hell you’d gotten yourself into. The only thing on your mind when you finally manage to fall asleep is how much you miss your mother's fresh peach cobbler.

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[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

I love the headcanon of James and Marlene growing up together, so James treats her like a baby sister and protects her like her older brother. And it is ten times funny because in my headcanon Marlene is actually older in age.

James wants to hurt anyone who hurts her. And defends her when she needs defending. Also tries giving her advice. And they are also fighting constantly and making up immediately.

He is always defending her integrity.

I imagine Marlene wearing a provocative dress with a low neckline, and James gasping, taking out his jacket and trying to cover her.

"What are you doing, James?"

"Protecting you from the vultures around! They are mean, Marly. They only want to eat you!"

"Fuck off! You are not my father, you are not even my brother... Besides, you are a vulture yourself"

"Oh, please, Marly. We've seen each other naked"

Everyone stares.

"Not in that way! When we were little, in the beach and our parents stripped us to wash the sand off our bodies.... We were like five!"

"You are ruining it, James" Marlene tuts "Just fuck off! And don't be annoying"

"Just keep my jacket in case you get cold" he covers her again "You may get a flue with your... chest... all out"

"Cheers... I might accidentally drop it, step on it and lose it around" she smiles

And as she leaves James yells: "I mean it Marlene, vultures, all around!! They don't have compassion"

"Right!"

When she doesn't answer he yells: "You are too young for this world!"

Then to a bloke next to him, he says: "What are you starting at? That's my bloody sister!"

Not even Marlene's real brothers protect her like that. I just think it is funny and adorable.

[pine-needle-shuffle]

Harpy au list

Cloud - royal tern

Aerith - mourning dove (drawn)

Tifa - cormorant (drawn)

Barret -golden eagle (drawn)

Marlene - falcon (drawn)

Zack - raven

Yuffie - magpie

Vincent - bearded vulture

Cid - gannett (drawn)

Sephiroth - harpy eagle (WIP)

Angeal - snowy owl

Genesis - osprey

Jessie - blue heron (WIP)

Wedge - house martin (drawn)

Biggs - stellar's jay

Kunsel - burrowing owl (drawn)

Roche - sun bittern (WIP)

uhhhhh. thats all the characters i can think of rn. i'll add more if anyone has suggestions 👍

[atyd1960]

Matching 1989 TV songs to marauders era characters/ships with little to no explanation:

Blank Space- Marlene & Dorcas:

-“So it's gonna be forever, or it's gonna go down in flames.”

-“Cause we're young and we're reckless, we'll take this way too far.”

-“I could show you incredible things: stolen kisses, pretty lies.”

Style + Is It Over Now?- Remus & Sirius:

-“You got that James Dean Daydream look in your eyes.”

-“you got that long hair slick back, white T-shirt.”

-“when we go crashing down, we come back every time.”

It fits perfectly.

Out of The Woods- Louise Zabini & Narcissa Black:

-“the rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming colour.”

-“we were built to fall apart, and fall back together.”

All You Had To Do Was Stay- James & Regulus:

-“had me in the palm of your hand, then why’d you have to go and lock me out when I let you in?” Feels like James after Regulus Joined the DE’s.

I wish you would- Lily & Mary:

-Lily regretting breaking up with Mary.

Bad Blood- Lily & Snape.

Wildest Dreams- James & Regulus:

-“Nothing lasts forever, but this is gonna take me down.”

This Love- Remus & Sirius:

-“this love is alive back from the dead.”- post Azkaban Wolfstar.

I know places- Marlene & Dorcas.

Clean- Lily & Snape:

- he was her first true friend and it took a while until she fully gave up on him and moved on.

Wonderland- Marlene & Dorcas:

-“Something happens when everybody finds out, see the vultures circling, dark clouds.”

You Are In Love- Mary & Lily.

Now That We Don’t Talk- Mary & Lily:

-after Lily joined the order and Mary didn’t they barely talked anymore and couldn’t agree on anything, but they never quite moved on from what the had, and since they were a part of the same circle of friends they had to hear about each other all the time.

Slut!- Marlene & Dorcas:

-in the case that they were outed.

-“the wrong place at the right time.”

New Romantics- all the marauders!

-I’m tempted to quote the entire song since every line fits perfectly, but here’s a part of first verse:

- “We're so young, but we're on the road to ruin. We play dumb, but we know exactly what we're doing. We cry tears of mascara in the bathroom, Honey, life is just a classroom.”

[minie-mastermind]

Eternal Evil Head Cannon

My Earth 3 Crime Syndicate & world

(Crime Syndicate)

Owlman Aka Thomas Wayne Jr.

Ultraman Aka Klark Kent

Superwoman Aka Lois Lane

Johnny Quick Aka Jonathan Chambers

Power Ring Aka John Stewart

(Owlman Aka Thomas Wayne Jr.)

Talon i Aka Flamebird Aka Jim Gordon Jr.

Talon ii Aka Renegade Aka Jason Todd  

Talon iii Aka Hawkfire Aka Carrie Kelly

Talon iiii Aka Furry Aka Helena Bertinelli/Wayne

She-Bat Aka Magpie Aka Maggie Kyle

The Stalker Aka Jack Ryder

Rubber Bandit Aka Patrick O'Brian

Phantasum Aka Minhkhoa "Khoa" Khan

Heretic Aka Cassandra Cain

Nightwing Aka Katherine Webb-Kane power from Medallion of Acrata taken from Andrea Rojas

Red Wing Aka Bette Kane power from the Meltdown Suit

Spitfire Aka Harper Row cyberneticly enhanced by Sarah Charles with parts from LeTonya Charles

Black Light Aka Duke Thomas

Death Mask Aka Gavin King with powers from Tektites nanotechnology

The Vulture Aka Tim Fox

The Stranger ii Aka Renee Montoya

(Ultraman Aka Klark Kent)

Assassin Bug Aka Irwin Schwab

Black Power Aka Jefferson Pierce

Shock Aka Anissa Pierce

Awe Aka Jennifer Pierce

Wolf & Bane Aka Rose Canton

Grid Aka Victor Stone R.I.P.

Hazard Aka Grant Albert Emerson

Warpath Aka Maggie Sawyer with powers from Karen Lou Faulkner

Terrible Turpin Aka Dan Turpin power from The Dark Seed made by New Apokolips Cult

Gang Warrior Aka José Delgado power from Powerhouse Formula

Valor Guard Aka Tanya Spears power from Alpha Centurion armour

Bibbo Bibbowski owner of the Ace's Club & holder of the Ace Armour originally the Rook Armour made by Derek Reston

The Sun Slinger Aka Steve Lombard power from Frederic Fowe's solar healing ray

Black Beetle Aka Michael Carter

Wormwood Aka David Reid with power of the Sword of Hyperiex

(Superwoman Aka Lois Lane)

Satan Girl Aka Kara Danvers power from Forge

Galatea Aka Donna Troy copy of Queen Diana Prince & last weapon of Demon Island

Olympia Aka Cassie Sandsmart

Requiem Aka Artemis the Shim'Tar of the Daughters of Arse wielder of the Bow of Arse

Annataz Arataz

Doctor Chaos ii Aka Khalid Nassour

Swamp King Aka Alexander Olsen

Bagman Aka Rory Regan took the Suit of Souls from Gerry Regan R.I.P.

Sapphire Fiend Aka Marlene Bloomberg power from the demonic skin of Daniel Patrick Cassidy

Deadly Nightshade Aka Susan Linden

Sorceress Aka June Moone

Jason Blood possessed by Asmodel

The Sirit Xanadu Aka Nimue Inwudu turn into a ghost by Trigon

Marilyn Midnight the Spirit of Cetropolis

Mary MAZAHS Aka Mary Mayhem Aka Mary Bromfield

(Johnny Quick Aka Jonathan Chambers)

Infero Aka Beatriz da Costa & Frostbite Aka Tora Olafsdotter

Enforcer Aka Guy Gardener Ex Owner Warrior Veronna

Scarlet Scarub ii Aka Ted Kord

Vamp Aka Mari McCabe 

The Molder Aka Ralph Dibny

Steel Wolf Aka Dmitri Dmitriyevich Pushkin power suit from the Crimson Missile Corpse

Blüdwind Aka Raphael Arce

Elemental Man ii Aka William Everett iii

Red Claw Aka Vivian D'Aramis

Star-Tsar Aka Leonid Kovar

Gold Rush Aka Alix Harrower

Animal King Aka Bernhard Baker 

Silver Siclone ii created by Thomas Oscar Morrow

Sister Andromeda Aka Karren Starr power from Phantom Zone Projector

(Power Ring)

Blue Bowman Aka Oliver Queen

Bolt i Aka Crimson Archer Aka Roy Harper

Black Siren Aka Dinah Laurel Lance

Bolt ii Aka Mia Dearden

Atomica Aka Rhonda Pineda the first 'Made Man' power from Dyno Might Aka Ray Palme

Sky Tyrant Aka Carter Hall

Blood Wing Aka Kendra Saunders

Warwolf Aka Lobo

Nightmare Aka Nia Nal

Mister Misfortune ll Aka Shilo Norman

Death Storm Aka Professor Martin Stein & Ronnie Raymond R.I.P.

Break Dance Aka Virgil Ovid Hawkins

Night Flier Aka Adam Strange

Mars Boy cloned from Alexander Luther & The Marshion Aka J'edd J'arkus (Anti-Matter counter part to Conner Kent)

Shooting Star Aka Courtney Whitmore power from Spaceman ii Aka Jack Knight's Cosmic Staff

(Legion Of Justice)

Alexander Luthor

Genral Grodd

Lonar the New God

Red Hood Aka Harleen Quinzel

Venus Aka Pamela Lillian Isley

Devil Ray Aka David Milton Hyde

Power Tower Aka Doris Zuel

Savanna Aka Barbara Ann Minerva

Omega created by Professor Anthony Ivo

Apocalypse Girl Aka Clara Kendall created by Professor Anthony Ivo & Thomas Oscar Morrow

Thaal Sinestro holder of the Yellow ring of Terror

(Justice Underground)

Genral Grodd

Sir Sonar Aka Bito Wladon

Lady Sonar Aka Ilana Wladon

Doctor Pychie Aka Edgar Cizko

Doctor Venomous Aka Princess Maru

Odysseus i Aka Morgan Ducard

Equinox Aka Justin Ballantine

Black Swan Aka Vanessa Kapatelis

Multitude Aka Danton Black

La Hechicera Aka Lourdes Lucero

Jackie Frost Aka Caitlin Snow

Dr. Eclipso Aka Bruce Gordon possessed by Aztar

Chance Aka Veronica Sinclair

The Abominable Snowman Aka Byrna Brilyant

Meltdown Aka Michael Miller

Live Fire Aka Floyd Lawton

Lightning Aka Lawrence "Larry" Bolatinsky

Tomestone Aka the corpse of Sheriff Cyrus Gold revived

Kirke (Anti-Matter counter part to Circe)

Powerhouse Aka Roland Desmond ex police officer of Blüdhaven power from Powerhouse formula made by Mark Desmond

(PDNRC)

Mayor Maximillian Shreck

Commissioner Cobblepot

Captain Rupert Thorne

Captain Carlton Duquesne

Detective Edward Nashton Aka Enigma

Officer Victor Zsasz

(PDC Gangbuster Unit)

Police Captain Bruno Mannheim

Mayor Morgan Edge

(Citys)

New Rotterdam (Anti-Matter counter part to Gotham)

Cetropolis (Anti-Matter counter part to Metropolis)

Seaboard (Anti-Matter counter part to Coast)

Midway (Anti-Matter counter part to Central)

Starling (Anti-Matter counter part to Star)

Beckville (Anti-Matter counter part to Fawcett)

(The Mystery Mask Society Aka New Rotterdam Justice Underground)

Orpheus Aka Roman Sionis

Morpheus Aka Dr. Francine Langstrom R.I.P.

Janus Aka Harvey Dent Wayne Industries ex defence attorney

Reaper Aka Andrea Beaumont fiancé to Julian Caspian R.I.P. mentored by Judson Caspian

Doctor Achilles Milo creator Anthony "Lupine" Lupus

Maxie Hades Aka Maxwell Zues (Anti-Matter counter part to Maxwell Zues)

Siren Aka Iris Phelios

Hydra Aka Waylon Jones

White Knight Aka Warren White ex DA

Apollo (Anti-Matter counter part to Prometheus)

Clayface l Aka Julie Madison

Clayface ll Aka Ethan Bennett

Clayface lll Aka Alain Mauricet

Clayface llll Aka Dean Devereaux

Red Hood Aka Owlman's Daughter Aka Arrow Queen Aka Terrible Turpin's Daughter Aka Black Beetle's Daughter Aka Thrill Devil Aka Duela Dent Undercover agent for the Justice Underground

(New Rotterdam City Vigilantes)

Manhunter Aka Thomas "Big Game" Blake

The Musketeer Aka Mortimer Drake

Silance Aka Thomas Elliot

Charaxes Aka Drury Walker power by Dr. Roderick Rose

Wraith Aka Elliot Caldwell &

Shadow Aka Clyde Anderson 

Mrs. Zero Aka Nora Fries

Astro Anne Aka Roxanne Sutton

Stayman Aka Effigy Aka Jonathan Crane

Skeleton Key Aka Lyle Bolton

Professor Hugo Strange & his Paladins

White Rabbit Aka King Of Hearts Aka Jervis Tetch

The Puppeteer Aka Slam Bradley Aka Arnold Wesker

Sea Wolf Aka Grace Balin

Dollhouse Aka Mary Louise Dahl

Arkham Angel i Aka Vicky Vale/Arkham

Arkham Angel ii Aka Astrid Arkham

(New Rotterdam City Criminals)

Owlwoman i Aka Katrina Moldoff

Owlwoman ii Aka Sonia Alcana, Kathy Duquesne & Rocky Ballantine

(The Harpy's Of New Rotterdam)

Mrs. Zero Aka Nora Fries

Red Hood Aka Alexis Kaye

Black Bat Aka Francine Lee

(Justice Underground Insiders)

Black Power Aka Jefferson Pierce

Tsukuri Aka Tatsu Yamashiro

Transmuto Aka Rex Mason

Terra-Force Aka Prince Brion Markov

Model Citizen Aka Emily Briggs

Aurora Aka Gabrielle Doe

Violet created by C.O.M.P.U.T.O. 8 (Anti-Matter counter part to Indigo)

(Justice Guild)

Pinkerton Ghost Aka James Craddock

Shadow Sheriff Aka Carl Sands

Mister Black Aka Richard Swift

Matter Mage Aka Mark Mandrill

Dummy i Aka Peter Merkel

Loin-Miss l Aka Priscilla Rich

Loin-Miss ll Aka Deborah "Debbi" Domaine

Iceberg i Aka Joar Mahkent

Iceberg ii Aka Cameron Mahkent

Sportsman Aka Lawrence Crock

Pantheress Aka Paula Brooks Crock

Crusher Aka Artemis Crock

Terra-Mancer Aka Adam Fells

Warlock Aka William Zard

Music Master Aka Isaac Bowin

Brainpower i Aka Henry King Sr

Johnny Misery Aka Jonathan Sorrow

King Basilisk Aka Shiro Ito (Anti-Matter counter part to Dragon King)

Saber Aka Cindy Burman

Brainstorm i Aka Clifford DeVoe

Black Jack Aka Steven Sharpe i

Black Jack Aka Steven Sharpe ii

Roulette Aka Rebecca Sharpe

Challenger Aka Edward Clariss

Card Queen Aka Molly Mayne

Captain Thunder Aka Theo Ramses Djoser Teth-Adam

Tomestone Aka the corpse of Sheriff Cyrus Gold revived

Cival Sage (Anti-Matter counter part to Vandal Savage)

Yellow Bee (Anti-Matter counter part to Yellow Wasp)

Golden Bee (Anti-Matter counter part to Killer Wasp)

Whitebriar Rose (Anti-Matter counter part to Blackbriar Thorn)

(Crime Lodge)

Streak Aka Jay Garrick

Emerald Knight Aka Alan Scott using the Heart of Chaos

Emerald Aka Jennifer-Lynn Hayden

Oblivion Aka Todd James Rice

Johnny "Thunderer" Thunder with the power of Yz

Mad Dog i Aka Ted Grant 

Mad Dog ii Aka Yolanda Montez

Mad Dog iii Aka Tom Bronson

Bogeyman i Aka Wesley Dodds

Bogeyman ii Aka Garrett Sanford

Bogeyman iii Aka Sandy Hawkins

The Clock Aka Rex Tyler

Mr Horrific i Aka Terry Sloane

Mr Horrific ii Aka Michael Holt

Atomico Aka Grant Albert Pratt

Elemental Man i Aka William Everett, Sr.

Southwind Aka Norda Cantrell

White Cat Aka Dinah Drake

Brainpower ii Aka Henry King, Jr.

Doctor Chaos i Aka Kent Nelson

Doctor Noon i Aka Charles McNider

Doctor Noon ii Aka Elizabeth "Beth" Chapel

Commander Iron Aka Nathaniel "Nathan" Heywood

Phantom Aka Jim Corrigan possessed by Galid

Skully Aka S.K.U.L.L. AKA Pat Dugan & Cross Bones Boy Aka Sylvester Pemberton

Radion Aka Terrence Kurtzberger

Fusion Aka Fallout Aka Albert Julian Rothstein

Silver Siclone i Aka Abigail Hunkel

Twister Aka Maxine Hunkel

Spaceman i Aka Ted Knight

Spaceman ii Aka Jack Knight

Shooting Star Aka Courtney Whitmore power from Spaceman ii Aka Jack Knight's Cosmic Staff

Sky Tyrant Aka Carter Hall

Blood Wing Aka Kendra Saunders

Sister Andromeda Aka Karren Starr power from Phantom Zone Projector

(Entropy Inc.)

Emerald Aka Jennifer-Lynn Hayden

Oblivion Aka Todd James Rice

Mad Dog ii Aka Yolanda Montez

Mad Dog iii Aka Tom Bronson

Southwind Aka Norda Cantrell

Brainpower ii Aka Henry King, Jr.

Doctor Noon ii Aka Elizabeth "Beth" Chapel

Fusion Aka Fallout Aka Albert Julian Rothstein

Twister Aka Maxine Hunkel

Shooting Star Aka Courtney Whitmore power from Spaceman ii Aka Jack Knight's Cosmic Staff

(Young Offenders)

Hawkfire Aka Carrie Kelly

Olympia Aka Cassie Sandsmart

Mars Boy cloned from Alexander Luther & The Marshion Aka J'edd J'arkus (Anti-Matter counter part to Conner Kent)

Speed Freak Aka Bartholomew Henry "Bart" Allen II

Remnant grown from the blood of Reckoning Aka Emil Hamilton's mind placed in the corpse of Subject 6 (Anti-Matter counter part to Slobo)

Priestess Aka Anita Fite

Revenant Aka Greta Hayes

Miss Fire Aka Cissie King-Jones

(Teen Tyrants)

Flamebird Aka Jim Gordon Jr.

Wildfire Aka Koriand'r

Mirage Aka Tennyo Kushna Daughter of Rama Kushna & Katarou (Anti-Matter counter part to Raven)

Changling Aka Garfield Logan

Grid Aka Victor Stone R.I.P.

Geo Aka Tara Markov

Ballistic Aka Amy Sue Allen

Speed Zone Aka Wallace R. West

Riptide Aka Jackson Hyde Aka Kaldur'ahm

Red Hood Aka Owlman's Daughter Aka Arrow Queen Aka Terrible Turpin's Daughter Aka Black Beetle's Daughter Aka Thrill Devil Aka Duela Dent Undercover agent for the Justice Underground

(Young/New Syndicate)

Miss Maneater Aka M'gann M'orzz 

Tempest Aka Garth

Deadeye Aka Connor Hawke

Slipstream Aka Jesse Chambers

Mantis Aka Jamie Raynes

(Young Defenders)

Batwoman Aka Stephanie Brown

Klarion the kid Crusader

Anarky Aka Tim Drake

Toymaster iii Aka Hiro Okamura

Weather Witch Aka Joss Jackam

Black Arrow Aka Tommy Merlyn

Whitago Aka Miiyahbin Marten

Blaze Aka Keli Quintela Clonus's Effigy Gauntlet

Psi Kid Aka Sammy Stryker agent the of Psi-Ops Programme

(Young Underground)

Zero Aka Ivruskin son of Faora & Avruskin

Short Circuit Aka Julien Jourdain

Elastic Lad Aka Luke O'Brian

Amaxon Thunder Aka Aresia using Amaxon artifacts from the High Sisterhood of Hippolita Cult

Purifire Aka Aubrey Sparks power from Ignition the second Forge

Red Hood Aka Owlman's Daughter Aka Arrow Queen Aka Terrible Turpin's Daughter Aka Black Beetle's Daughter Aka Thrill Devil Aka Duela Dent Undercover agent for the Justice Underground

(The Angel's Sword)

Michael Al Malak/Wayne son of Cain

War Hound Aka Xiomara Rojas

Psionic Lass Aka Kathy Branden

Roughhouse Aka William Wu

Omega Kid Aka Reggie Meyer

Chernobog (Anti-Matter counter part to Flatline)

Brimstone (Anti-Matter counter part to Djinn)

Red Dart Aka Emiko Queen

(Teen Legion)

Apex Aka Alexander Luthor Jr.

The Whize Aka Leonard "Lenny" Luthor

Batwoman Aka Stephanie Brown

Vis Majeure Aka Penny Booker

Cruise Aka Edward "Eddie" Thawne

Selkie Aka Ruth Lauer Aka Ra'ut L'lwer

Matrix Aka Roni Evers

Bobcat Aka Samuel Ballesteros

(The Revolutionaries)

Time Keeper Aka Temple Fugate

Marauder ii Aka Rose Wilson agent of the Amerikan Military

Lightning Strike Aka Terrence Bolatinsky agent of Justice Underground

Battleaxe Aka Elise Kimble agent of Human Supremacist Movement

Disastrous Aka Angelica Smith agent of H.I.V.E.

Kid Cobra Aka Nathan Prince agent of the Ouroboros Order

(The Rebellion)

Apex Aka Alexander Luthor Jr.

Brainwave Aka Bernard "Barney" Venton

Violet created by C.O.M.P.U.T.O. 8 (Anti-Matter counter part to Indigo)

Battleaxe Aka Elise Kimble

Bestiary Aka Samuel Register

Kid Flash Aka Thaddeus Thawne

Supergirl Aka Deborah Morgna

(Rebels For Rent / The Rebels)

Marauder ii Aka Rose Wilson

Kitsune Aka Jade Nguyen

Lieutenant Lightning Aka Behrad Tarazi

Ink ii Aka Mark Richards

Bolt i Aka Crimson Archer Aka Roy Harper

Ember Aka Carla Moretti

(The Resistance)

Terminator Aka Slade Wilson the director of D.E.O. & agent of H.I.V.E.

Batwoman Aka Stephanie Brown

Red Hood Aka Owlman's Daughter Aka Arrow Queen Aka Terrible Turpin's Daughter Aka Black Beetle's Daughter Aka Thrill Devil Aka Duela Dent Undercover agent for the Justice Underground

Klarion the kid Crusader

Mar closed from The Marshion Aka J'edd J'arkus (Anti-Matter counter part to Match)

Kwiz Kid (Anti-Matter counter part to Enigma)

Ballistic Aka Amy Sue Allen

Kid Flash Aka Thaddeus Thawne

Supergirl Aka Deborah Morgna

(The Ouroboros Order)

King Cobra l Aka Sameer Park

Queen Cobra Aka Larissa Diaz

Kid Cobra Aka Nathan Prince

(Barbatos Cult)

Black Bat Aka Francine Lee

Morpheus Aka Dr. Francine Langstrom R.I.P.

(The Magic Underground)

Brother Light Aka Eldon Peck

Cinder (Anti-Matter counter part to Ember)

Dark Angel Aka Lori Zechlin

Romdur the Merciful (Anti-Matter counter part to Mordru the Merciless)

Morgan Le Fay the rightful Queen of England

Darkness Mistress Aka Sir Ystin wielding the Sword of Night

John Sargent the Spellcaster user of the Ruby of Life

Jaimini Sargent the Spellcaster user of the Ruby of Life

Night Nurse Aka Suriel possessing Alice Winter (Anti-Matter counter part to Nightmare Nurse)

Felix Throne (Anti-Matter counter part to Felix Faust)

Fauna Throne (Anti-Matter counter part to Fauna Faust)

Sebastian Throne (Anti-Matter counter part to Sebastian Faust)

(The Pentacle Pact)

J.J. Thunderer Aka Jakeem Williams with the power of Yz

Klarion the kid Crusader

Daughter 13 Aka Tracy Thirteen

Damon Arataz (Anti-Matter counter part to Zachary Zatara)

Hex Aka Ginny Hex the artefact hunter

(Human Supremacist Movement)

Cole Parker the Human Supremacist Movement founder, leader & head engineer

Battleaxe Aka Elise Kimble

(The Knighthood)

Brother Blood Aka Niccolai Tepes

The Knight Aka Natalia Mitternacht

The Slayer Aka Anton Mitternacht

(Outsiders)

Talon ii Aka Renegade Aka Jason Todd  

Superiorman "Soups" Aka Nullman ii Aka John Corben member of the Outsiders (Anti-Matter counter part to Bizzaro)

Akila runaway of The Daughters of Ares

(Citizens)

FBI Agent Simon Baz

Ace of Spades Killer Aka Liza Warner

Long Shot Aka Jessica Cruz the globe trotting assassin

James Gordon the mob boss of all New Rotterdam City & agent of Owlman

Sister Selina Kyle of church of satanism

Steven "Shifty" Drake

the Human Target Aka Jonathan Drew

Code Name : Assassin Aka Christopher Chance

Overlord Aka Travis Morgan Amerikan defector & ruler of Skartaris

Doctor Leslie Thompkins Head of Arkham Asylum

Lucius Fox head of Wayne Industries tech division & arms dealer

Natasha Irons apprentice to Lucius Fox and employee of Wayne Industries tech division

Sin the Teenage Assassin Aka Sid Rickard (Anti-Matter counter part to Prez Rickard)

The Freak Aka Big Wheeler (Anti-Matter counter part to Brother Power)

(Darkstars)

Controller Mu leader of the Darkstars

Blackstar i R.I.P. (Anti-Matter counter part to Evil Star)

Blackstar ii Aka William Hand

Razor

Fatality

Soranik Sinestro

Quanta Walker

Larfleeze

Mongal

B'dg

(Ultraman Vengeance Squadron)

Mr. Abominable Aka Jimmy Olsen

Metallo Aka John Henry Irons cybernetic's powered by K-Metal

Daughter 13 Aka Tracy Thirteen

Insect Queen Aka Lana Lang & Zazzala ex owner Marcia Monroe 

Centaur clone of Jim Harper

(Cetropolis Vigilantes)

Liberator Aka Nullman i Aka Rudy Jones (Anti-Matter counter part to Bizzaro)

Cyborg Ultraman Aka Henry Henshaw ex leader of Excalibur using the modified body of Rudy Jones

Superiorman "Soups" Aka Nullman ii Aka John Corben member of the Outsiders (Anti-Matter counter part to Bizzaro)

Supernova Aka Nullman iii Aka K. Russell Abernathy powered by K-Metal (Anti-Matter counter part to Bizzaro & Nuclear Man)

Black Banshee Aka Siobhan McDougal

Dead Air Aka Leslie Willis

Phosphorus Aka Claire Selton

Atomic Knight Aka Joseph Martin created by Doctor Albert Michaels

Officer Grflznk

Warden Aka Carl Draper

Castellan Aka Carla Draper

Toymaster i Aka Winslow Schott

Toymaster ii Aka Jack Nimball

Red Hood Aka Oswald Loomis the one man Red Hood gang of Centropolis

Armory Aka Mickey DuBois powers from Alexander Luther

Reckoning Aka Emil Hamilton's mind placed in the corpse of Subject 6 (Anti-Matter counter part to Doomsday)

(Seaboard City Vigilantes)

Repulse Aka Neal Emerson

Ink i Aka Abel Tarrant

Ink ii Aka Mark Richards

Dummy i Aka Peter Merkel

Dummy ii Aka Peter Merkel, Jr.

Force Majeure Aka Paul Booker

(Midway City Vigilantes)

The Alchemist Aka Barry Allen

Tortoise (Anti-Matter counter part to Turtle)

Cival Sage (Anti-Matter counter part to Vandal Savage)

Brainstorm i Aka Clifford DeVoe

Brainstorm ii Aka Cliff Carmichael

Locust Aka Elizabeth Hersch R.I.P.

Godspeed (Anti-Matter counter part to Savitar)

Blue Flame Aka Malcolm Thawne using the Cobalt Stone

Gold Heart Aka Keith Kenyon & Silver Smith Aka Amunet Black

Anvil Aka Anthony Woodward

Prism Aka Roy G. Bivolo

Mister Element Aka Albert Desmond

Crimson Aka Frances "Francine" Kane

Blight Aka Neil Borman

(The Rogue Hunters)

Commander Cold Aka Leonard "Leo" Snart

Heat Stroke Aka Mick Rory

Weather Warlock Aka Mark Mardon

Trixer i Aka General James Jesse

Trixer ii Aka Axel Walker

Twister Aka Roscoe Dillon

Golden Guardian Aka Lisa Snart

Mirror Monarch i Aka Sergeant Sam Scudder

Mirror Monarch ii Aka Evan McCulloch

Private Piper Aka Hartley Rathaway

Commander Boomerang i Aka George "Digger" Harkness

Commander Boomerang ii Aka Eowyn "Boomer" Mercer

(Project Chase)

Hot Pursuit Aka Hunter Zolomon

Cruise Aka Edward "Eddie" Thawne

Speed Demon Aka Daniel West

(Sea Devils Aka Atlantis)

Sea King Aka Arthur Curry

Siren Lori Aka Lemaris

Barracuda Aka Orm Marius

Leviathan (Anti-Matter counter part to Lagoon Boy)

Dead Water Aka Peter Mortimer

Fisher King Aka Fisherman

Ishmael

Hippocampi Aka Lorena Marquez first of the Sunken

Piranha Aka Tula Marius the second in command of Orm

(Weaponers)

Weaponer-500 Hal Jordan

Weaponer-666 Kyle Rainer

(Red Hood Gang The Crimson Avengers)

Red Hood Aka Jack Napier the leader

Red Hood Aka Harleen Quinzel second in command

Red Hood Aka Alexis Kaye

Red Hood Aka Ryan Wilder

Red Hood Aka Elizabeth Kane

Red Hood Aka Dana Harlowe

Red Hood Aka Gaggy Gagsworth A. Gagsworthy

Red Hood Aka Owlman's Daughter Aka Arrow Queen Aka Terrible Turpin's Daughter Aka Black Beetle's Daughter Aka Thrill Devil Aka Duela Dent Undercover agent for the Justice Underground

(Brotherhood Of Good)

Cerebrum (Anti-Matter counter part to the Brain)

Gentleman George (Anti-Matter counter part to Monsieur Mallah)

Miss Shade Aka Laura De Mille

Gemini Aka Gemini De Mille

Port Aka Emil LaSalle

Freakout Aka Angela Hawkins 

Hemo-Goblin Aka Otto von Furth

(Salvage Squad)

Doc Aka Niles Caulder

Elongated-Doll Aka Rita Farr

Positive Man Aka Lawrence Trainor

Automan "Otto" Aka Clifford Steele

Changling Aka Garfield Logan

Plain Jane Aka Kay Challis

Worldspinner Aka Dorothy Spinner

Don the Mean Street

(Fearsome Five)

Jongleur Aka Myron Victor

Splitshot Aka William King

Lagomorph Aka Athena Tremor

Hindenburg Aka Herman Cramer

Tremor Aka Leander Brent

(League Of Light)

Ra's/Sawt Al Malak

Talie Al Malak

Cain (Anti-Matter counter part to Bane)

Black Archer Aka Malcolm Merlyn

Michael Al Malak/Wayne son of Cain

Odysseus ii Aka Maya Ducard

Bruiser Aka Colin Wilkes

(HellRaisers Decision The Satanist Church)

Brother John Constantine

Sister Sabina De La Croix

Father Midnite Aka Linton Midnite

(Order of St. Faust)

Asmodeus Aka Jean-Paul Valley, Jr.

(Metal Marauders)

Doctor William Magnus

Gold

Iron

Lead

Tin

Mercury

Platinum

Copper

(L.A.W. Living Assault Weapons)

W A R Warrior Weapons World Allocation Regent

Commander Steel (Anti-Matter counter part to Sargent Steel)

Armageddon Aka Timothy Zanetti

The Stranger i Aka Vic Sage

Martial Law Aka Ripley Jagger

Scarlet Scarub i Aka Dan Garrett

War Monger Aka Christopher Smith

Midnight Aka Eve Eden

(Starling City Vigilantes)

Artemis Aka Carrie Cutter

General Vertigo Aka Werner Zytle

(Queen Industries / The Bowmen)

Blue Bowman Aka Oliver Queen

Bolt i Aka Crimson Archer Aka Roy Harper

Black Siren Aka Dinah Laurel Lance first mistress of Oliver Queen

Bolt ii Aka Mia Dearden

Pandora Aka Chloe Sullivan archeologist specializing magical Amazon weaponry & second mistress of Oliver Queen

Watchtower Aka Felicity Smoak third mistress of Oliver Queen, hacker & head of Queen Industries cyber security

The Hood Aka John "The Gave Digger" Diggle head of security at Queen Industries & Agent of the Blue Bowman

(Lex Corp)

Alexander Luthor head of Lex Corp & leader of the Legion Of Justice

Ardora Luther wife to Alexander Luthor & Alien Refugee

Apex Aka Alexander Luthor Jr.

(Future Criminal)

Black Scarab Aka Lily

Rip Hunter the Time Shredder

Anachronos Aka Matthew Ryder

XLR8 Aka Jenny Ognats

(Future Vigilante)

Black Guardian ii Aka Michelle Carter

Kid Flash Aka Thaddeus Thawne

Supergirl Aka Deborah Morgna

Officer Zoom Aka Eobard Thawne

Hokus Pokus (Anti-Matter counter part to Abracadabra)

The Twin Tornadoes Aka Don Allen & Dawn Allen

(Past Vigilante)

Mister Misfortune l Aka Thaddeus Brown

El Mefisto Aka Lazarus Lane first holder of the spirit of wrath

Jonah Hex mercenary & artefact hunter

Per Degaton last of the Time Trust

(The 101)

Orca Aka Tobias Whale

Stalwart Aka Richard Hertz

(Blackguard Inc.)

Black Guardian i Aka Trixie Collins

(H.I.V.E Aka Hierarchy for International Virtuous Empowerment)

Geo Aka Tara Markov

Terminator Aka Slade Wilson the director of D.E.O. & agent of H.I.V.E.

Marauder i Aka Grant Wilson R.I.P.

Major Disaster Aka Michael Beldon

(Imperium)

Properium (Anti-Matter counter part to Protex)

A-Ternal (Anti-Matter counter part to A-Mortal)

Armakine (Anti-Matter counter part to Armek)

Morphxus (Anti-Matter counter part to Fluxus)

Primeve (Anti-Matter counter part to Primaid)

Ironix (Anti-Matter counter part to Tronix)

Xentury (Anti-Matter counter part to Zenturion)

Shüt (Anti-Matter counter part to ZüM)

(Crusaders)

Kingdom Aka Jackson Hawk

Jen Volt

The Maker Aka Dr. Angela Spica

Raptor Aka Shen Li-Men

Phoebus & Nightfall (Anti-Matter counter part to Apollo & Midnighter)

The Shaman Aka Jeroen Thornedike

(Executioners)

Eradicator Aka Vera Lynn Black

United Jack Aka Manchester Black

Vulcan Aka Nathan Craig Jones

Chimera Aka Pamela

The Dragon Aka Rampotatek

(Amerikan Military)

Major Trouble Aka Joseph Jones

Agent Chain Aka Benjamin Lockwood of Children of Chains

Commander Hector Hammond the head of the Psi-Ops Programme

Terminator Aka Slade Wilson the director of D.E.O. & agent of H.I.V.E.

Shepherd Aka Joseph Wilson agent of the Psi-Ops Programme

Psi Kid Aka Sammy Stryker agent the of Psi-Ops Programme

Pilgrim Aka Steve Trevor

Amanda Waller Director of the Ghost Initiative

Genral Nathaniel Christopher Adam head of the Armageddon Project

Major General Clifford Zmeck husband to Helen Zanetti & the onsite head the Armageddon Project

Lieutenant Katherine "Kate" Rebecca Kane agent of Project M & head of the Creeps Company

(The Armageddon Project)

Armageddon Aka Timothy Zanetti

Onslaught Aka Max Thrane

Genral Nathaniel Christopher Adam head of the Armageddon Project

Major General Clifford Zmeck husband to Helen Zanetti & the onsite head the Armageddon Project

(Project M "Monstrosity" / Creeps Company)

Lieutenant Katherine "Kate" Rebecca Kane agent of Project M & head of the Creeps Company

Lady Frankenstein Aka Bride of Frankenstein

Anthony "Lupine" Lupus

Andrew "Bloody Bennett" Bennett

Kha-Ef-Re the Sun "Sunny" King

(The Green)

Venus Aka Pamela Lillian Isley

Swamp King Aka Alexander Olsen

(Order Of Andromeda)

Sister Andromeda Aka Karren Starr power from Phantom Zone Projector

Valor Guard Aka Tanya Spears power from Alpha Centurion armour

The Andromeda Madonna Aka Ultrawoman Aka Dana Dearden

(The Republic Of Kahndaq)

Captain Thunder Aka Theo Ramses Djoser Teth-Adam

Kahndaq

Lieutenant Lightning Aka Behrad Tarazi

Sargent Storm Aka Zari Adrianna Tomaz

(Overlords Of Oha)

The Interceptors (Anti-Matter counter part to The Manhunters)

Interceptors Highmistress Aka Alpha (Anti-Matter counter part to Aya)

(High Priestess Of Zamaron)

The Unseen Lantern Corps (Anti-Matter counter part to Ultra Violet & Dark Lantern)

Infrared Aka Carol Ferris

Atrocitus The Unseen Lantern

Lyssan Drak holder of the book of Unseen Light

(Cosmic Citizens)

Star Taxie Aka Rokko

Infinitus the Multi-Alien Aka Sojourner "Jo" Mullein

Princess Neila (Anti-Matter counter part to Maxima)

Starro the unifier

Saint Walker failed prophet of the Astonia star doomsday cult & harold to Starro

C.O.M.P.U.T.O. (Civilizations Oncoming Meltdown Preservation Universal Transport Operator) hosted by Vril Dox

Hyperiex (Anti-Matter counter part to Imperiex)

(Maximen)

Maximilian Lord Ex Attorney for the Crime Syndicate (Anti-Matter counter part to Maxwell Lord)

S@v0ur (Anti-Matter counter part to Kilg%re)

Terror Twins Shifter Aka Jayna & Downpour Aka Zan

Long Shadow Aka Holling Longshadow

Surge (Anti-Matter counter part to Black Vulcan)

Wind Dragon Aka Toshio Eto

(Happy "Hellion" Harbour)

Lucas "Snapper" Carr leader of the Snappers Street Gang

(Rings Of The Emotional Spectrum)

Raga holder of the Red ring of Furry

Yalan Gur holder of the Orange ring of Gluttony

Arisia holder of the Pink ring of Passion

Thaal Sinestro holder of the Yellow ring of Terror

Mongul holder of the Blue ring of Faith

Empero holder of the Indigo ring of Empathy (Anti-Matter counter part to Despero)

Power Ring Aka John Stewart holder of the Green ring of Resolve

(Sivana Squad)

Cabi The First Aka Cononel Thaddeus Sivana (Anti-Matter counter part to Ibac the First)

Major Magnificus Sivana grow up on Siegmund Krieger's miracle food

Captain Beautia Sivana holder of the Cloak of Darkness

General Georgia Sivana co creator & pilot for the Miss Atom Armour (Anti-Matter counter part to Mr. Atom)

Cabbas Aka Sargent Thaddeus Sivana, Jr. (Anti-Matter counter part to Sabbac)

(Humanites)

Super-Humanite Aka Gerard Shugel's mind placed in the boy of an Albino Gorilla

Reckoning Aka Emil Hamilton's mind placed in the corpse of Subject 6 (Anti-Matter counter part to Doomsday)

Snow Queen Aka Delores Winters's mind placed in the boy of Ice Queen Aka Sigrid Nansen R.I.P.

Samson Aka Xavier Simon's mind placed in the boy of a Sivlerback Gorilla

Powerman Aka Morgan Wilde's mind placed in the boy of an Ultraman android

(H.I.V.E. Five)

Commando Aka Simon Jones ex agent of the Psi-Ops Programme

Mastodon Aka Baran Flinders

Glimmer Aka Selinda Flinders

Bless (Anti-Matter counter part to Jinx)

Gadget Aka Mikron O'Jeneus

(Amaxons of Demon Island)

Diana Prince Queen of Demon Island

Hippolita ex queen, lover of Hades & the pact maker of Demon Island

(Amaxons of κόρες του είναι Aka daughters of Ares)

Antiope first Queen of daughters of ares, the pact breaker and first of the daughter of Arse

Requiem Aka Artemis the Shim'Tar of the daughters of Ares wielder of the Bow of Arse

Akila runaway of The Daughters of Ares

(Alexander Luthor's Test Animal)

Neutro the Ultra-Dog (Anti-Matter counter part to Krypto the Super-Dog)

Hadro the Ultra-Horse (Anti-Matter counter part to Comet the Super-Horse)

Proto the Ultra-Ape (Anti-Matter counter part to Beppo the Super-Ape)

Electro the Ultra-Cat (Anti-Matter counter part to Streaky the Super-Cat)

Negatro the Ultra-Mouse (Anti-Matter counter part to Krypto Mouse)

(Galaxy Communications)

Cat Grant head of GCN

(Checkmate Crewe)

Black King Aka Joseph Carny

White Queen Aka Mona Taylor

Black Bishop (Anti-Matter counter part to Jack of Spades)

Black Knight Aka Wanda Wayland 

White Rook Aka Derek Reston maker of the Rook Armour

(The MAZAHS's Family)

Mistress MAZAHS Aka Lena Luthor

Champion "Champ" Aka Otis Graves

The Whize Aka Leonard "Lenny" Luthor

Ignatius the pet iguana & dragon

(The Wizard MAZAHS's Militia)

The Wizard MAZAHS Aka Mamaragan

MAZAHS Aka William "Will" Batson R.I.P.

MAZAHS Jr. Aka Freddy Freeman R.I.P.

Mary MAZAHS Aka Mary Mayhem Aka Mary Bromfield

Darla Dudley R.I.P.

Eugene Choi R.I.P.

Pedro Peña R.I.P.

Dudley H. Dudley R.I.P. ex head of the Bad News Boys pick pockets

Tawny Tiger the ally cat & tiger

(Wet Works / The Horned Corporation)

Hadrian Aka Yohn Kohl

Sister Cyber Aka Maxine Manchester

Devotee Aka Lady Zannah

Razorback Aka Reno Bryce

Black Magic Aka Priscilla Kitaen

Mangaler Aka Jeremy Stone

Code Red Aka Cole Cash

Scourge Aka Marc Slayton

Rhamnusia Aka Lady Charis of the Adrastea

O.M.A. One Man Army (Anti-Matter counter part to O.M.A.C & T.A.O)

Slaughter Aka Kenesha

Mister Massacre Aka James Bronson Aka Massacros of Khera

Legend (Anti-Matter counter part to Mythos)

Black Zero derived from Experiment B 0 Aka Null Woman Aka Adrianna Tereshkova (Anti-Matter counter part to Void & Bizarro Girl)

(Team 6)

Terminator Aka Slade Wilson the director of D.E.O. & agent of H.I.V.E.

Amanda Waller

Pilgrim Aka Steve Trevor

John Lynch

Code Red Aka Cole Cash

Jackhammer Aka Alexander Fairchild

(Skywatch)

Henry Bendix Director of The Weathermen & bonded with the Void entity

Celsius Aka Lauren Pennington

Prima Donna Aka Isabella Fermi

Heaven Sent Aka Nigel Keane

Gashadokuro Aka Toshiro Misawa

Brumal Aka Nikolas Andreyvitch Kamarov

(Ghost Initiative /Ghost Patrol)

Amanda Waller Director of the Ghost Initiative

Colonel Richard Flag, Jr.

Red Hood Aka Harleen Quinzel

Live Fire Aka Floyd Lawton

Man-Shark Aka Nanaue

Commander Boomerang i Aka George "Digger" Harkness

(The Huntresses)

Overwatch Aka Barbara Gordon

Richard "The Gray Ghost" Grayson top assassin of mob boss James Gorden

Black Siren Aka Dinah Laurel Lance

Talon iiii Aka Furry Aka Helena Bertinelli/Wayne

Condor ii Aka Dawn Granger & Swan ii Aka Holly Granger

Madame Black Mask ii Aka Zinda Blake

(Unalloyed Criminals)

The Marshion Aka J'edd J'arkus R.I.P.

Streak Aka Barry Allen the one man the Crime Syndicate couldn't catch

Condor i Aka Donald Hall & Swan i Aka Hank Hall

(Black Mask Squadron)

Black Mask Aka Bartholomew "Bart" Hawk

Andre Blanc-Dumont

Carlo "Chuck" Siriani

Madame Black i Aka Natalie Reed

Olaf Friedriksen

Ritter Hendricksen

Stanislaus Drozdowski

Weng Chan

(The Movement)

Commodore Murphy

Cecilia "Cece" Sunbeam

J.P. Houston

Lucia Lynn Houston

Mohammed Qahtanii

(Pokolistan Military)

Zed Aka Avruskin

Faora Right hand woman to Zed Aka Avruskin

Zero Aka Ivruskin son of Faora & Avruskin

Short Circuit Aka Julien Jourdain

[murderoushagthesequel]

marauders era characters and whether i think they're good singers or not

Sirius Black: thinks he has the voice of an angel. more has the voice of a vulture. subjects everyone to his awful singing whenever he can. remus hates listening to music in his presence because he always ruins it.

James Potter: could be a good singer if he tried. but he prefers just screaming on to lyrics. "reggieeee it's more fun that way!" regulus is not impressed. he doesn't let james choose the music in the car anymore. when he and sirius duet it's a true nightmare.

Remus Lupin: decent singer but will not sing unless it's along to another song. if the music cuts out an he's still singing, you'll never see him again. that mf is fleeing to another country.

Peter Pettigrew: surprisingly a great singer, and he knows it. usually only pulls out the singing for karaoke, but if somebody asks him to sing, well, how can he say no? "WORMTAIL THAT IS THE THIRD TIME YOU'VE SERENADED A GIRL THIS WEEK SHUT THE FUCK UP"

Mary MacDonald: this girl is a singer. like she wants to become a popstar and she will if she puts her mind to it. like she's got the voice for pop-punk. she'll do an impromptu concert during a party and everybody loves her and is in love with her for it.

Lily Evans: she is a choir/theater kid. don't lie to me and say otherwise. this girl got up on stage and sang her heart out to the music man in sixth grade (seventh year). she was the soloist in all her choir shows. she's a good singer and she knows it but she's humble.

Marlene McKinnon: likes to think she can sing, but can't. mostly sings when she's drunk. nobody has the heart to tell her she isn't the next celine dion. dorcas actually finds it quite endearing though. she loves watching movies with marlene when she insists singing along to the whole soundtrack

Regulus Black: amazing singer. like literally voice of an angel. but will put a knife to somebody's throat before they ever hear him sing. but blushes when james says he has a pretty voice. before threatening him at knife point. it doesn't exactly go to plan.

Dorcas Meadowes: she's a decent singer but doesn't like to sing. will only sing if marlene drags her to do karaoke. because she can't say no to marlene. and she's usually already blackout drunk.

Barty Crouch Jr.: listen, this guy is the next michael buble. he moonlights as a singer at cocktail parties and makes ladies swoon. evan is annoyed. think of barty as duke silver from parks and rec but with singing. that's the vibe. but nobody knows and he and evan pretend he can't sing for shit around their friends.

Evan Rosier: your pretty average singer. sounds good on some songs when he tries, bad on others. barty always claims he sounds perfect even when it's he's completely off-key.

Pandora Lovegood: she has two modes. literally heavenly, like the voice that sings you up to heaven when you die. or she sounds like she's choking to death. usually the latter is when she's drunk. don't ever ask her to do karaoke when she isn't sober, your ears will bleed.

[thishadoscarbuzz]

266 - The Nest

We who loved his debut Martha Marcy May Marlene (see previous episode!) waited eagerly for director Sean Durkin's follow-up feature while he worked in television and produced other films. That sophomore feature came almost a decade later with The Nest. Starring Carrie Coon and Jude Law, the film follows a married couple who move to England to follow the husband's finance career, only to quickly get consumed by financial woes. The film also returned Durkin to the Sundance Film Festival... and then the pandemic happened.

This episode, we talk about Durkin's upcoming The Iron Claw and Carrie Coon's work in theatre and on The Leftovers. We also discuss how the film dabbles delicately in psychological horror, Jude Law's playing pathetic men to perfection, and the 2020 Sundance Film Festival lineup.

Topics also include the National Board of Review's Top 10 Independent Films of 2020, Durkin's work on Dead Ringers, and IFC Films.

Links:

The 2020 Academy Awards

The 2020 Sundance Film Festival

Vulture Movies Fantasy League

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[alastryona]

oh so we're just getting our shit rocked immediately down here ok

"im not the type of playa most tend to forget" bet I'll forget ur ass before I leave the desert

"your buddy shot Shinra troopers in broad daylight" bitch my buddy brought down two Shinra reactors in their own city and talked shit to the camera when the news showed up. this guy shot out the cameras and disappeared

I wish to fight this man

take me to the vulture king

oh shit ranch kid??????? IS ESTHER UR MOM??????????????? she doesn't look old enough tho so I doubt it they but they do look kinda similar

PIKO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CHADLEY IN A TONBERRY SUIT impeccable disguise kiddo

hey man why are these cactuar so deadly

WHAT THE FUCK AM I EVEN SUPPOSED TO DO HERE I CANT EVEN GET 1 COMMAND OUT

GOT EM

outlandish freaks you say? 3 of them? it's beck's ain't it

oh nvm

OH HE'S SO NICE

Mary you make me uncomfortable

rude is fuckin goin through it over here but poor Elena is in actual danger wearing that

hhehheehhehehehehe now flawless victory !

now I'm Kind curious what happens if I lose

oh fuck off she did it herself in this version? I am going to eviscerate scarlet

uughhh I don't wanna fight dyne I know it's gonna hurt

(through tears) Marlene really does look like her mom

honestly palmer? I get it. you do kinda deserve to go crazy like this yfhxkzzfn

is there anything I can do about those grades or do I have to just tank the damage jesus

OH YOU CAN MOVE THE CAR

I'm pretty sure it dropped that things max hp after I lost twice cos th the third time was way faster

damn Elena ok nice landing

oh wow the reeve reveal was way earlier than I thought

de-yassified

this fuckin Glenn guy again?? is he a whisper? the stuff around him looks like em

[embrassemoi]

Surrounded by the Moon and Stars • 16

Pairings: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, [F]Reader Content: Language, possible errors Author’s notes: Thanks for the support! xx (also kinda personal but I just got accpected into uni?! Crazy!) 

Masterlist: Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

Chapter 16: Everything Goes According to Plan

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January 30th, 1976

“Where’s my camera?”

“Be careful — Oi! Don’t step on me!”

“Ouch!”

“Shush!”

The squeaking of floorboards creaked throughout the small room as everyone kept on stumbling into each other, all fidgeting from excitement. That morning, they’d all woken up earlier than usual, decorating the room with streamers, leftover Christmas decor and a large banner that hung above the entrance of the doorway that read, Happy Birthday, Petals! (which was Y/N’s idea — she was very proud of the nickname). Even Mary snuck into their dorm, making everyone wear small pointy party hats as they huddled around Lily’s bed, circling her like vultures and raised their hands high. With a quiet count of three from Marlene, their hands lowered, hovering over Lily’s arms and legs, then shook.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” They bellowed.

Lily woke with a jolt; her eyes flew open as she let out a scream. Her back slammed against the bed frame while Toulouse swiped at them, specifically at Marlene and hissed.

Lily’s heart hammered against her chest and she felt the small prickles of needles subside all over her body. Her hand clutched her nightgown, attempting to even out her breathing. “You could’ve given me a heart attack!”

“Happy birthday, Lils!” Mary repeated before climbing into her bed, hugging her.

She grunted at the impact as a smile replaced her features. Her eyes hopped from person to person before landing on Y/N who gave a sweet smile which had Lily blushing as she averted her eyes back to Mary.

When the group realized that Lily’s birthday fell on a weekend, it left them giddy and beyond excited for the endless opportunities that lay ahead of them. Not only did it leave the entire group to have a small break from their ruthless studying, but they could thoroughly celebrate the day and have enough time to spare for any last-minute plans for the surprise birthday party that night.

“Get your arse up and get ready to start the day!” Marlene declared, already trying to tug her crimson blanket away.

Lily yawned, rubbing her eyes, “Do we have to? I’m tired…”

“Come on! Life is short! It’s time we make memories,” she cried, “You never know when you’re going to die! Would you rather celebrate your birthday as a ghost or six feet under?! I, for one, will not visit your grave.”

Lily rolled her eyes, getting up with a stretch. Dorcas moved to turn on Marlene’s record player, settling a record by Nancy Sinatra as everyone continued with their usual morning routines. Lily got dressed in her favourite long sleeve lilac dress, pulling on tights to prevent herself from freezing. Mary wore her usual gold eyeshadow and wore a red jumpsuit while Marlene dressed coolly in all black. Although, Dorcas decided to stay in bed, still recovering from her nasty flu.

“You look very pretty today,” Y/N told Lily while detangling her hair from the loose braid she had it in. She took a brush and hair styler, primping her hair to Lily’s usual style and placed a headband in her hair.

“I — I, er — thanks!” She replied somewhat flustered.

“No… problem — there! Finished!” She handed Lily a handheld mirror, letting her go over her appearance. Pleased, she turned around to the group.

“So, first order of business, what did you want to do today?” Dorcas asked before going into a fit of coughs. Marlene rushed up to her side and popped off a cork from a nearby potion for her to drink.

Everyone had been slightly worried. It had been four days now and Dorcas still wasn’t recovering from the flu despite the ad of magic and potions. Thankfully today she seemed to perk up, even just a little, but they worried she was pushing herself.

“How about we just stay here, with you? We can all up a Healer and —”

“No,” Dorcas coughed again, she waved her hands in front of her, “I’ll be fine. Don't worry about me. What do you want to do?”

Lily remained quiet for a moment and Y/N assumed she was going to suggest staying in their dorm with Dorcas again, but her eyes gleamed with unusual mischief. Her eyes hopped from person to person before landing on Y/N. “I want to do a prank and I think you’ll love it.”

Everyone’s brows rose. Lily, the goodie-two-shoes prefect, Evans and pranks?! Those two do not belong in the same sentences.

“Okay…” said Mary, nodding her head despite being confused, “We’re listening.”

Lily sat down on her bed, crossing one leg over the other as she motioned everyone to sit. “Do you think it’s possible if we can dye someone’s hair? Obviously, safely,” she used her prefect voice, “But do you think we can?”

A beat went by — that was strangely out of character. What happened to the Lily they knew?

“Yeah,” Marlene begins, “What colour are you thinking?”

“Orange — bright orange with a bit of green.”

Then, Lily turned over to look at her again, a ghost of a smile appearing that told Y/N that whatever she was planning was going to be worth it — especially if Lily out of all people, was going to pull it off.

“Someone's going to be sorry for calling me Carrots.”

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At breakfast, they arrived later than usual after they all planned out their prank. Marlene, who had been a part of too many pranks with Sirius and James, helped the most, while Y/N and Lily created a hair-changing potion using one of Dorcas’ old cauldrons — but unlike James, they stuck to a potions textbook with a reversal potion. Since it was Lily’s idea, she would be the one to slip the potion into Sirius’ drink. So, she tucked the vital into the sleeve of her dress, hidden from prying eyes.

They all huddled around her as they entered the Great Hall; their hands were pushed forward protectively, guarding Lily as if she were a celebrity being swarmed by adoring fans and they were her bodyguards. They paved her way from students while shouting:

“She’s declining photos at the moment!”

“Birthday girl coming through!”

“She’s a very busy lady! Out of the way!”

Lily kept on protesting for them to stop, hiding her face in her hands. As they reached their table, they sat beside the marauders while Lily made sure to take a seat next to Sirius. But, that wasn’t the end of Lily’s humiliation. Mary stood up, clapping to gain everyone’s attention. Once she realized what was about to happen she quickly got up, but Y/N and Sirius clapped a hand on Lily’s shoulder, shoving her back down on the bench.

They opened their mouths, singing,

“Haaaaapppppy birthday to you!” The six of them hollered before the rest of the hall caught on and started singing. “Haaaaapppppy birthday to you! Haaaaapppppy birthday dear Lily —” “CARROTS!” Shouted Sirius at the top of his lungs.

Lily kept shaking her head, blushing incredibly hard — even the tips of her ears started to turn pink. She covered her ears, attempting to muffle out the singing.

Y/N snapped a few photos of her, shoving them into her pockets.

“Haaaaapppppy birthhhhdaaaay tooooo youuuuuuuu!”

The Gryffindors and any Ravenclaws or Hufflepuffs that knew Lily cheered loudly. A few teachers, like Slughorn or McGonagall, made their way over to her, congratulating her along with a few other of her friends from different houses. Well wishes could be heard, along with a few people even handing her cards too.

Even an owl came swooping by when she had her back turned, dropping off a small package addressed from her parents and her sister, Petunia.

Swarmed and distracted, this left the group to huddle together as they leant over the table, forming a small circle of sorts. James was excluded as he sat back and drank a cup of tea flicking through the Daily Prophet.

“Operation: Lily’s birthday party,” said Marlene, “Let’s go over what our positions are for tonight.”

Mary was assigned with Dorcas to decorate the common room while Remus distracted Lily tonight during their rounds. Marlene and Sirius were in charge of drinks and snacks, leaving Peter and Y/N to bake a cake and bring any additional food.

They all quickly pulled apart once the crowd around Lily subsided. She settled back down, nodding and faking a cough. This signalled to the girls as Marlene quickly roped Sirius into a conversation about a New-Maj band he liked; Y/N talked to James about the upcoming Ravenclaw and Slytherin Quidditch match which left Mary to distract both Peter and Remus.

When none of the marauders were looking, Lily popped the corkscrew from the vital and grabbed a bowl of muffins on Sirius’ left. While she lent over, the potion poured directly into Sirius’ cup and she sat back down, smirking to herself. Y/N gave a discreet small high-five to her as they waited.

After a few minutes, parched from his talk with Marlene, Sirius picked up his goblet and tipped back the drink. He took a large gulp, wincing at the taste as he pulled it away from his face, but returned to his conversation like normal.

For several minutes, nothing happened. The girls kept quickly glancing upwards to check out his hair, but nothing: still bleached blond. They sighed, dejected that their plan hadn’t worked and Y/N nudged Lily underneath the table and gave a small smile, trying to cheer her up.

Another ten minutes went by and only then did the root of Sirius’ hair begin to tint into a bright orange colour rather than his dyed hair. This caught the girl's attention, however, the rest of the marauders who were still engaged in their conversations, did not notice as their heads were turned away from him.

His hair rapidly turned into orange as the tips were tinted green. Sirius didn’t seem to notice until James laughed, quickly turning to him to tell him a joke until his eyes widened at his hair.

“Ugh — Padfoot?!”

Sirius looked at him bewildered at his worried tone and expression before catching his reflection in James’ glasses. By now, Peter and Remus looked at him, their eyes widened, leaving the girls to force down their laughter, showing false concern.

“What the fuck?!” Sirius exclaimed, running a hand through it. She’d never seen Sirius this panicked before. More than anything, he looked shocked and even a bit… happy? No — definitely not happy. He continued to chuckle nervously before fretting over his appearance. For once, his laughter did not bother her.

Students began to take notice, pointing over at the Gryffindor table while some even began gossiping with others about the prank. As soon as the bell rang, everyone got up from their seats while the marauders surrounded Sirius, trying to help him out. The girls, on the other hand, got up and ran out of the Great Hall, practically howling.

“Oh my god! I can’t believe I just did that! I did that! We did that!” Lily exclaimed in disbelief before taking a seat down at their usual hangout near the library. “Did you see his reaction?! Jeez! I see why they pull so many pranks now!”

Y/N was about to burst into tears. That was by far the funniest shit she’d ever seen before. Marlene was in a similar boat as she clutched her side. Her stomach hurt from how hard she laughed.

“Lily! You little minx!” Mary cried as flopped beside Lily, her head dropping into her lap.

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Their day was jammed packed. They went skating on the black lake, hit up the library, walked around school grounds which ended up in a huge snowball fight. After a bit, they decided to take a moment to separate themselves to give each other a bit of space while Lily went to find Snape.

This left the rest of the group two hours tops to themselves.

Y/N walked over to Honeydukes, buying a bunch of Jelly Slugs and a couple of other things before dashing back to the castle; she needed to wrap all of her presents and she promised to help Dorcas wrap hers too.

Before she entered Hogwarts again, Y/N took a moment to herself and enjoyed the small moment of peace around her. The soft crunching of snow, the cold breeze and the stillness — how quiet it was — there was hardly a moment since the break that Y/N had felt the comfortable peace Hogwarts had to offer.

Stepping inside the corridors, the atmosphere suddenly changed with the torches ablaze and a constant bubbling ambience that never seemed to settle.

In the distance, to her right, she could hear distant shouting and a rush of footsteps nearing. Out of nowhere, James seemed to come barreling towards her.

“Whiskers!” He yelled, sending her a fast wink as he continued to run down the corridor, making a sharp turn. Then, Marlee popped out, dashing after James.

“Marls?! What’s happening?”

“Running from Filch — get him off my trail!”

“What did you do?!”

“Told me to cover up, so I hexed him — Potter called him a rent boy!”

“Are you going to miss the party?” She yelled as Marlene’s body kept getting smaller and smaller as she ran. Y/N began to panic, without Marlene, surely things would take a lot longer than planned.

“Like hell I am! I won’t be late!”

Marlene disappeared, shortly being replaced by Filch who ran in a strange mixture of running and hopping.

“Where did they go?” He breathed, bending down and clutching his knees. “I heard them over here, where are they?”

And so Y/N decided to have some fun. “Who?”

“You know!”

“Um — you mean the one with blond hair?” “And the boy with black hair!”

“Oh! Yes, I know who… What’re their names again? Severus Snape and —” she paused, trying to think of another blond person, “Ugh — Sirius Black?”

Well, he used to be blond.

“No! The Potter boy and McKinnon! Where are they?!”

“Hmm… Oh! Oh! I think they went,” she pointed outside to the thick, cold snowy path, “That way!”

Filch didn’t even question her and ran off. Laughing, Y/N ran away from Filch; the last thing she wanted to do was face his wrath once he knew she lied.

Opening the door to her dorm, Dorcas was asleep. She walked up to grab a nearby folded blanket and placed it over her body to keep her warm before starting working.

She cleared off a table, unfolding her wrapping paper and wrapped the sides before creasing them, taping everything down with a pretty bow.

❉───────•~❉•᯽•❉~•───────❉

Nobody had seen Marlene or James for the past couple of hours — they’d even skipped dinner which caused everyone to go into a state of panic. Without Marlene, Sirius would be in a lot of trouble completing his task alone.

The common room was filled with fighting in hushed whispers as Lily and Remus were set to leave for their rounds in a couple of minutes.

“I’m going to kill her,” Mary fumed, “The one day they’re not supposed to go mucking around, they pull this!”

“How about we find them —” “And lose the little time we have now?”

Sirius, in particular, was on edge, aggravated, as he turned towards Y/N, “Why didn’t you think of saying anything sooner?”

“Because I didn’t think Marlene and James would be stupid enough to get caught! Not today!”

He closed his mouth, his lips pressed into a tight line. Even he hadn’t expected them to be that stupid either — not today.

“Everyone, shut up. All of you! Why don’t we take a moment to breathe?” Remus said calmly, effectively shutting the entire group up. In moments like these, Y/N understood why he was a prefect. He breathed in and looked to Sirius, “You can do this by yourself, can you?”

“Course not, Moony. Have a little faith in me!” Sirius gave a tenacious laugh, although forced.

Remus’ eyes then flicker to Y/N and Peter, “This shouldn’t affect you, will it?”

They shook their heads.

“Okay then, we’ll continue as planned. I’ll buy you as much time as —” He quickly cut himself off as everyone’s ears perked up. They all heard it, Lily’s footsteps. With that, Y/N, Sirius and Peter weaved their way out of the common room, walking quickly to avoid Lily and Remus from catching up to them. Unfortunately, Sirius took the invisibility cloak before she or Peter had the time to ask for it.

They sneakily made their way down a flight of moving stairs, passing several empty corridors and made their way down to the kitchens.

Once they began working on Lily’s cake, Y/N instantly knew why Peter was assigned to the kitchens.

He instructed her most of the time, telling her which ingredients or utensils to find. Currently, she grabbed a metal ladle and watched as Peter churn the ingredients, watching as they blend into a seamless, smooth mixture. She sat back most of the time, baking and cooking was never something she was great at. 

Y/N rifled through the cabinets, searching for a cake tin. “Ah-hah! Found some!”

They were heart-shaped, rather than the usual circular ones. She placed them onto the counter before turning her attention to grease the pans and focus on making a couple of sandwiches.

“So,” she started, trying to make small talk, “Where’d you learn to bake so well?”

Peter went pink as he wordlessly flicked his wand; the cake tin and floated it into one of the pre-heated ovens and turned to make the frosting. “Erm — it was James’ mum, Euphemia, who taught me. She’s a great baker — honestly she’s good at everything.

“James and I grew up close to each other; we’re childhood friends. He never did fancy baking — liked cooking more and I felt bad he never wanted to help out Euphemia. So one day I offered to help and now whenever I’m at their house, I help around — like a tradition — and I do it in my spare time now. Helps clear my head.”

Just then, two house-elves popped in, each holding a cup of tea for each student. Y/N gave her thanks while Peter turned to talk to them, making them laugh and asking questions that seemingly were a follow-up from a previous conversation. A light dust of flour scattered the side of his cheek while he smiled with them. The more he spoke with the elves, the more Y/N grew fascinated.

Out of all the marauders, even beating out Sirius and James who were amongst the most popular students at Hogwarts, Peter was the most liked out of all of them, especially amongst her friend group.

He wasn’t James who at times was a bit too much and talked an awful lot. He wasn’t Sirius who was dramatic, nor was he Remus who was quiet and intimidating. Peter was just Peter — who was a bit skittish, insanely good at Wizard’s chess, bold enough to sneak into the Slytherin's common room all by himself and loved to bake, clearly was in the kitchens often enough to have full-blown conversations with the elves when most people would so much as spit on before walking away.

It spoke volumes of his character, especially since he was from a Pureblood family; bound to grow up entitled and look down to his inferiors.

She noticed Peter had quite a lot of friends, mostly women, always seeming willing to help someone in dire need whether it be listening, giving advice or comforting another person. It only made her recollect the time Peter had engaged in small conversations with her, seeking to make her feel more included. Like that one time he’d mentioned the Holy Harpies. Small, ostensibly insignificant, but contemplating it now; he'd been trying to make her comfortable — settled — welcoming her with open arms into his group; into the marauders and the girls.

Within moments, there was a newfound appreciation towards the boy.

The sandwiches they made, along with pork pies stolen, were stuffed into a bag, ready to be transported. Y/N boredly spun her wand between the length of her finger while Peter whirled around in his seat until the ring of the timer went off. The elves were already gone, zipped away into thin air as they grew tired with sleep.

Placing a cooling spell onto the cake to avoid the icing from melting off, Peter began layering on a thin layer of icing.

“What’s Lily’s favourite colour? Is it still purple?” He asked. Y/N gave a curt nod.

“Never been a fan of purple. One time I walked into my Grandmum’s room, she only wore purple knickers for my Grandad. Makes me shiver all the time — honestly, the woman traumatized me. S’pose it might be my Boggart.”

Peter also had a sense of humour.

While diligently working, she marvelled at his creation. A two-layer heart-shaped cake, decorated all in light purple icing covered the surface before Peter piped small designs and swirls onto it.

“Wow. I feel like I can barely hold my wand at times yet you —”

“My, my — what do we have here? Students out of bed?” A voice came from behind them. “Tut, tut, tut.”

The two craned their heads backwards where Peeves smiled and let out a squeal of delight.

“Peeves,” Peter began politely. He slowly set down his piping bag and put his hands up in a submissive, yet defensive manner, as if he’d encountered a feral animal. “Please — please, we’re doing something for a dear friend. Don’t get us thrown out.”

“What would happen if I told Filch about you,” the ghost responded in a saintly voice, but his eyes glimmered wickedly. He brought a finger to the side of his face, tapping his index finger to his cheek, thinking.

“What to do, what to do…”

“Psst, Pete, what’s happening?”

Nobody answered her. With Sirius gone with the cloak, it left her and Peter completely out in the open wishlist a ghost threatening them — not to mention the lie she told Filch earlier, there was no way she nor Peter were going to get out of this unscathed.

“Please,” he pleaded.

She looked at him, wide-eyed and started panicking. She repeated louder, “What’s happening? What do we do?”

Peeves then grinned largely and started doing large loops into the air. His cackling rang through the empty corridors, becoming progressively louder.

“Shit. Run.”

“STUDENTS OUT OF BED IN THE HALLWAY! I REPEAT, THERE ARE STUDENTS OUT OF BED IN THE HALLWAY BY THE KITCHENS!”

Peter grabbed the cake while Y/N swiped the bag filled with the rest of the food, piping bags and a small jar of edible decor. They ducked under Peeves, dashing out of the kitchens leaving a huge mess for the unfortunate elves to clean up the next morning.  

Peeves floated behind them slowly as he watched them run. Peter ran slower, trying to make sure he didn’t face plant into the cake while Y/N urged him to run faster.

“He usually helps us,” Peter grits out, “But he’s a two-faced git! Never trust him unless you’re doing a prank! Never!”

Just then, Peter lost his footing and tripped over his feet, letting out a half-shriek, mixing in with Peeves’ evil laughter. They sucked in a sharp breath, watching as the cake flew through the air but Y/N, quick on her feet, grabbed her wand, casting a quick non-verbal charm and watched as the cake and plate froze mid-air before the plate clanked down first, the cake following and settling ontop. She ran up to it, cradling and wrapping a protective arm around it to prevent the cake from dropping again. She called out for Peter to get up before he took the cake again, this time with a shout from Y/N to not drop it, before leading her into a secret passway down the corridor.

Peeves could be heard laughing maniacally down the hall before they both could hear Filch’s footsteps running towards his shouts.

Peter maneuvered through the passage while Filch’s voice became more and more distant as they continued to hurriedly walk. Lily and Remus’ shift was going to end soon and it would be a lost cause if they didn’t make it up to the common room.

They both turned sharply, about to exit before Y/N crashed into a shadowy figure, tripping but being caught swiftly by the figure. They cradled her head to keep her from falling, but the sudden scare caused both students to open their mouths to scream, loudly.

“It’s me! It’s me!” Sirius’ familiar voice runs out, waving a hand to shush Peter while the other was still on her back. Y/N felt herself relax and erratic heartbeat to calm. She’d never been so happy to see Sirius before. Until she realized that they were still touching and they both ripped away.

Her heart spiked, and she felt oddly light headed. Soon enough, her eyes then immediately went to his hair and held back from chuckling — perhaps right now was not the time.

“I came once I heard people shouting and I figured it was you two. You okay?” His eyes darted to her at the last part.

Perhaps her eyes tricked her, that she was too tired or bumping into Sirius too hard, but it felt like he’d been making sure if she was alright. Since when did Sirius care? Although, Peter didn’t seem to notice or he’d ignored the interaction entirely.

“F-fine,” he wheezed out, “Peeves… Peeves caught us while we were decorating the cake. We’re not done yet.”

“What time is it?” She asked.

Sirius placed his wand in his mouth while pulling out a silver pocket watch from his trousers. “Ten to ten.”

“We have time then.” 

Peter placed the cake down gently on a nearby ledge in the passage, causing Sirius to cast Lumos. Sirius kept a watch out, his head moving from side to side every so often as he listened for anyone or anything walking past them.

Pulling out the icing bags and sprinkles, Peter began to finish his work. He continued to create flowers as Y/N wrote on the cake (although with help from her wand), ‘Happy 16th Birthday, Lily!’ and then placed a couple of candles around.

As Peter continued to add his small touches, Y/N’s eyes drifted around, not landing on anything in particular but zoned in on the shining of Sirius’ rings. Her eyes slowly drifted upwards, studying him. The remainder of the full moon that recently passed spilled a muted milky light onto the stone floor and touched Sirius’ face. He wasn’t wearing his normal school robes but dressed in Muggle clothing. Black jeans, a nice sweater, notable messy hair and his body language was relaxed. This Sirius was tolerable, likeable even. She liked this Sirius — but perhaps it was because he finally wasn’t talking. This Sirius gave her an insight into what he was like aside from his annoying, bitchy self. Loose, wild, messy in an elegant way, confident — in his prime — looking for a thrill, sneaking around; mischief.

Suddenly, Sirius’ wand went out as he ducked down, huddling beside her and Peter.

“What —”

They met each other’s eyes, locking, as he brought a finger up to his lips which made her flicker down to look at them, quickly.

Their eye contact was brief, so brief, nonetheless, it contained a flurry of emotions too complicated for Y/N to process.

But being up close for those brief seconds, she was able to examine him — truly, for the first time. Her eyes traced over the singular scar on his face, hidden by his hair that made her wonder where he’d gotten it from. Soon the questions enclosed her mind like an overflowing river.

His small, unexpected gesture had been one of many which had been nicer and oddly thoughtful recently.

Sirius’ brain was written in cryptic code — so advanced and intertwined — too complicated for her to understand. She wanted to understand his actions.

Even if she didn’t like to admit it, Sirius had a depth that greatly attracted her. She had so many unanswered questions.

And since her brain ran a mile a minute, her emotions weren’t filled with that annoyance of ranger — no, for once she didn’t feel any kind of resentment towards him.

Maybe it was because they both had one goal in mind: Lily’s party and that working against each other during something as high stakes like this would fail a good friend of theirs. Or maybe it was that instead of her or him starting something — or maybe — maybe it was because the boy was so close to her, closer than they ever had been before. Or maybe it was the adrenaline that set every fibre of her being on fire — making her feel like honey-dipped in tea — or the odd thunderous throbbing of her heat spiking suddenly; Y/N grew warm all over.

It didn’t help that Sirius didn’t look angry either, but rather a sudden cognizance filled his gaze, looking both shocked and calm.

But quickly, she just chalked up her flurry of emotions to adrenaline or wanting to hex him — either worked.

For Sirius, he felt utter disdain as his gaze fixated on her. He was tempted to flicker down to her lips but her eyes, bright and filled with glittery stars, were enchanting. It scorned him — made his heart beat in an iambic pentameter, creating its own sonnet that would make even the most accomplished poets jealous.

He wanted to refuse her presence. Wanted to focus on anything but her.

But Sirius was a weak man. He failed. He always did.

Their eyes ripped away and they heard the familiar sound of footsteps and voices neared them as they spotted the familiar red hair and tall figure.

Their voices were slightly muffled.  

“— times have changed! You aren’t a second year anymore.” Lily chimed while they walked.

Remus shook his head, instead of flicking his wand as a dozen torches lit up in mere seconds. “Whatever you say, Red.”

She swatted at his shoulder while Remus ruffled her hair, his smiling becoming genuine.

“Seriously, I support it.

“Merlin, Evans — it’s not going to happen. Look at me!”

“Not with that attitude and you look more than fine!”

Peter shifted his eight onto his other foot which made an audible scuffle. However, it was so quiet that neither she nor Sirius caught on but Remus, whose head swirled in their direction, did. He took a deep inhale, a look in his eyes, confusion melting into realization — there and gone — as if he knew they were there despite being hidden by the shadows of the night. He turned his head once more and started walking faster while Lily skipped down, trying to catch up to him.

Remus Lupin was an odd one alright.

Nobody moved until they were positive they were gone.

The entire night had been a shitshow.

“Okay,” Sirius exhaled, he felt his entire body tense up, “Let’s get out of here.”

“Do you think the cake is okay?” Y/N asked Peter as Sirius tossed the invisibility cloak over their bodies, hiding them from onlookers.

“Bloody well hope so,” he grunted, “We didn’t get caught almost three times, freeze our arse, almost get a month's detention, and probably destroyed the kitchen for it not to be great.”

Without another word, they made their way back to the common room where everyone made a fuss about how late they were. Quickly, Peter placed any last-minute designs, Mary handed everyone small party horns, Dorcas put up last-minute balloons while Y/N and Sirius helped each other layout all the snacks and drinks — this time, civilly.

“God… How’d you even get this much? Me and Peter were in the kitchens and we couldn’t even get half of what you got.”

At this, Sirius smirked before collapsing into the plush velvet couch behind him, an exhausted sigh as he sank further in. But as soon as the smirk was there, it was gone as everyone heard the clicking of the portrait open.

“Hide — HIDE!”

All the lights were blown out as they all hid behind the couches — they heard quiet footsteps — someone shuffling towards the middle — footsteps getting louder — louder — and —

Sirius lit the entire room as they all sprung up and Y/N quickly held her camera to her face and snapped a photo as everyone shouted,

“SUPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHD —” “Godric fucking Gryffindor!”

“... I’m going to KILL YOU MCKINNON! POTTER!”

Everyone groaned in disappointment at James and Marlene’s arrival before they heard the faint sounds of footsteps outside of the portrait again. Mary yanked Marlene down, shoving her behind the couch along with forcing a party hat on her head and confetti in her hands. Sirius grabbed James by his red sweater and rushed him up the stairs before getting back into place.

“Told you,” Marlene whispered into her ear, “Wasn’t going to be late.”

The real Lily could be heard as she spoke excitedly with Remus. The portrait swung open — everyone waited before she stepped inside — they put most of their weight onto their toes, waiting to jump — Sirius’ wand was about to light up the room — Y/N held her camera — Dorcas and Marlene were going to throw up the confetti —

“Why is it so dark —”

“SUPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LILY!”

Light rushed back into the room and Lily’s face lit up brighter than the sun. Mountains of sweets were piled into bowls while a small table was lined with drinks. Sirius outdid himself, seemingly raiding Honeydukes; there was taffy, Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans, Chocolate Frogs, sherbet lemon, caldron cakes — plus the food Y/N and Peter had hauled from the kitchen; sandwiches, fruit, crisp (she made the mistake of saying chips in front of James and Marlene only to then be hassled by them for it) and pork pies.

ABBA played in the background, much to Remus’ demise as her purple cake sat in the middle on a table, all the candles lit. They all ushered Lily to blow out the candles while they all held wrapped gifts, cards and small gift bags.

“You didn’t need to do this!” Lily said, although there was a thankful look in her eyes, “This is too much! Thank you!”

“Anything for you, Evans!”

“You’re lucky we didn’t bring fireworks!” Marlene and Sirius grinned.

“You would have all gotten detention —” “Stop being a goody goody, not today, Lils!” Sirius slung his arm around the redhead.

Gifts went around; Lily had gotten so many cards from other teachers and students, handmade jewellery from Dorcas, Remus knit her a sweater with hearts, Mary and Marlene gave a joint gift, Peter bought her a small yet overly fancy tea set Lily had mentioned offhandedly before, Sirius gave her a first edition books she loved while Y/N gave her the gifts she bought from that old book store. Alice had even dropped by and given her a small package before heading back up for the night.

They all smiled widely at her and were thrilled to see her so happy. Y/N lifted her camera and took an abundance of photos throughout the entire night, before shoving them into the back pocket of her pants.

By the time everyone reluctantly returned to their dormitories, it was three o’clock in the morning and everyone was beyond tired, deciding it was time for bed.

“Night,” Dorcas called out. Marlene yawned loudly before falling into her bed, muttering out another round of happy birthdays to Lily. They were out the fastest — soft snores filling the room.

White specks seemed to blur through her vision as Y/N rubbed her tired eyes. She was about to call over to Lily, say goodnight, roll over and sleep before the creaking of her bed altered her to Lily padding her way to the bed. Y/N looked up at her, confused before scouting over for Lily to slip in, under her blankets.

“Are you okay, Petals?”

“Beyond perfect,” she replied with a wistful voice, “I’m so thankful. Thank you.”

Y/N chuckled, although she was a tad perplexed, “Y’know, it wasn’t just me who helped.”

“I know, but still. This birthday feels different from all the other ones I’ve had and I can’t help but think it’s also because of you.”

Lily Evans never ceased to amaze her. “Well, I hope you mean that in a good way,” she teased.

“Obviously!”

Silence fell around them before Toulouse hopped onto Y/N’s bed and settled himself between the two friends.

Y/N’s eyes wondered to the banner: petals... “What’s your favourite flower? Surely it’s not lilies, are they?”

Lily gave a small huff of amusement and shook her head, “No. Peonies or irises. What about yours?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe I’ll just say lilies for now.” She said absentmindedly before her eyes shot open. “Shit! I forgot —” Y/N reached over Lily and opened her drawer with the pouch of Jelly slugs before placing them into Lily’s hands. “Forgot to give you these.”

There was a soft look in Lily’s eyes and something Y/N couldn’t quite place. Her friend was acting quite strange.

“It feels like I’ve known you forever,” Lily says softly, her face flushed a rosy colour.

She stayed silent for a while, at a complete loss for words. Even a slight look of confusion crossed Lily’s face. 

“Yeah, you too.”

[bitt3rman]

Marlene: "Please stop saying dumbass things, you're not even making sense!" 😭

Skipper: 🎶 GOLDEN RAYS OF THE GLORIOUS SUNSHINE🎶

🎶SETTING DOWN, SUCH A BLOOD-RED LIGHT

NOW THE ANIMALS SLOWLY RETREAT

TO THE SHADOWS – OUT OF SIGHT🎶

🎶ARID BREEZE BLOWS ACROSS THE MOUNTAINS

GIVING FLIGHT TO THE BIRDS OF PREY

IN THE DISTANCE MACHINES COME

TO TRANSFORM EDEN – DAY BY DAY🎶

🎶ONLY LOVE IS WITH US NOW

SOMETHING WARM AND PURE

FIND THE PEACE WITHIN OURSELVES / VIOLENCE BREEDS WITHIN OURSELVES*

NO NEED FOR A CURE🎶

🎶WHEN THE WIND IS SLOW

AND THE FIRE’S HOT

THE VULTURE WAITS TO SEE WHAT ROTS🎶

🎶OH HOW PRETTY

ALL THE SCENERY

THIS IS NATURE’S SAAAACRIFICEEEE!🎶

[wolves-and-stars]

They’d figured out the vulturing media in under two weeks, finding that when someone was trying to manipulate you they wouldn’t expect to be manipulated. 

Remus gathered hiding in plain sight was easiest, as long as they didn't know who he was, it wouldn't matter. 

Masks, gloves, shades. Anything worked. 

There were pictures of them everywhere, just without the information of who 'them' might consist of. 

He’d grown since he was sixteen obviously, taller even stronger which made Sirius tease him. Standing behind him to hide when they saw the cameras. 

Admittedly some of his favourite pictures of them were caught by the paps, ones they hadn’t been able to catch, him twirling Sirius around, laughing. 

The act though vile had lovely developments. 

They’d had close calls, getting caught coming out of allies too many times for it to be considered a mistake anymore, no matter how Lily tried to play it off. 

Instead, she chose to yell at them for being careless, which didn’t seem to matter when he felt the exhilaration of getting to whisper how they’d be caught any minute into Sirius’ ears, promptly kissing his pout away. 

Lily hadn't pushed them into hiding, none of them had, it'd actually be easier to come out. but realistically the way he saw James and Lily's relationship being torn apart, it just wasn't for them. 

Sirius gave a lot of himself to the job, but that’s exactly what it was, a job. 

Not something he owed to people, not something he was comfortable with. Plus, Sirius Black lived for the thrill of getting caught, McGonagall knew a little too much about that after the incident in the broom closet.

When the fans started speculating and digging, bless their curious souls because if Remus lupin saw Sirius Black in the papers, he would want to know everything about him too, they found out about Remus.

The day the media found out about Remus was a frantic one, they'd sat up all night trying to think of how to play it off.

Eventually, they decided that everyone could speculate and chatter and gossip but in the end, only saying it out loud would confirm it. 

Prompting Remus to hold a press conference about 'the prank.’ Sirius cried himself to sleep that night, except Remus was right there reassuring him that it was only for the media and how he'd forgiven him. 

He was technically telling the truth, mostly because James was a terrible liar. 

Everything had changed after the prank, but for the better, Remus realised the reason it hurt him so much was because the boy that did it to him held Remus’ heart in the palm of his hands, finding it easier to crush it if necessary. Thankfully for him, Sirius chose to treasure it. 

Teary apologies led to heartfelt confessions and moonlight kisses. Ending with a very willing Sirius in Remus Lupins' bed. 

So, naturally, they made James practice in the mirror before talking to the paps. 

Relieved when he got it out without blurting anything else out randomly. 

Reg like James had a hard time saying anything except for the truth, he was advised not to open his mouth or Sirius would ‘kick you in the balls'.

The engagement wasn’t very hard, a trip to James’ parents' house where he proposed on Sirius’ birthday which happened to fall on Diwali. 

Sirius wore rings on all of his fingers, even before Remus proposed, luckily for him the engagement ring was a black diamond, very on brand for him. 

At first, it was fun and games, and then it became privacy and respect. Besides, the more they showcased it the more people insisted they were ‘best friends'

They got that one from Marlene and Dorcas. 

Pure genius. 

[peiperpotts]

December Writing Challenge

Day 18 - Road trip

Walter Schellenberg/OC

warning: ALL OF THEM. 

“Do I need a lawyer?” 

She asks standing still, as he circles her like a vulture. There’s another man on the street, the driver of the black car waiting for her - a sergeant, probably. She could give it a shot and try to run of course, but she could not escape them both at once. Marlene can feel her resolve crumbling and she takes a deep breath.

"Naivete is a fresh look on you.” Came his answer.

She scowled. “The innocent have nothing to fear.”

He broke a fraction before she did, a little chuckle.

"That’s a good one,” he said.“Schwing deinen Arsch ins Auto.” 

Marlene frowned. Then she did as she was told.

The door of the Mercedes slammed loud and harsh after her. 

She had her hands on her thighs. She sat quite calmly in the fine leather. Sedately. There was no reason for her hands to be shaking. Shivering. Trembling at worst. No reason at all, but they were.

“Am I under arrest?” 

She knew it was a distraction but she had to ask.

She does not get an answer.

Her heart missed a beat when the car turned into Avenue Foch, the main headquarters of the Gestapo stationing in France and the whole country at the command of its Brigadeführer. 

“Thought we were on the same side.” Marlene tries, but she couldn’t even make herself believe that.

“Are we? On the same side?” Schellenberg furrowed his brows. “We’re about to find out.”

He stared at her for several seconds. Until she was uncomfortable. Until she was nervous. Then he looked down, licked his lips, and nodded.

She knew that she had to listen to him and do as told – if he had wanted to kill her, she’d be dead already. Nevertheless, Marlene was at his mercy, and Brigadeführer Walter Schellenberg enjoyed every second of it.

“What are you really doing in Paris, Mademoiselle?” He looked deep into her eyes, sending shivers down her spine sitting across the table. A lone lightbulb was the only source of light in the dingy room that smelled faintly of piss, his cigarette in the ashtray and despair. 

“I live here. I lived here before you even set a foot in my country.”

“Why here? I heard your parents are living better off in Amiens. You wouldn’t have to scrub tables and drop your knickers for German officers there.”

She slaps him across the face, hard, and his front tooth nicks his bottom lip and it bleeds. He smiles with stained teeth and he strikes her back. 

Her mouth blooms like iron too.

“Are you seeing someone?” He asked suddenly and she gave him a deadly glare.

“Is that a part of the interrogation?”

“Your potential partner might work for the communist rebels.” 

“I am not seeing anyone.” Marlene grounds out. 

“That is the most suprising part” Schellenberg muses. “From a French whore.”

It’s his hands on her thighs now. They’re not trembling at all.

“For every moment you don’t tell me what I want I will take something from you.” He says coming to a stand, smoothly moving around the table.

“There’s nothing you can take from me that you haven’t already taken.”

He fits two fingers between her legs and he barely touches her. They brush the front of her underwear and then push past it, the pads of his fingertips seeking out the wetness there. 

“Oh I wouldn’t be so sure about that-“

Suddenly one hand grip the back of her neck, pressing her face into the desk, as he looms over her from behind.

Marlene is positively shaking as he grabs a fist full of her hair and draws it back from her face;  she looks guilty, ashamed – he likes that. 

“You’re beautiful, but pathetic.” He whispers, with a grin in his voice.

Something pokes at her entrance, something cold, and smooth not something that she could recognize - and it was metal, too.

“Do you know what this is?”

His voice was struggling to keep the formality, lust seeping into his throat and twisting his tongue.

“N-no... I don’t know.”

Suddenly, violently, it was inside. Marlene almost screamed - maybe she did, She couldn’t tell. Her mind went erratic with terror. 

He laughs, mouth against her ear.

“How about now?”

She clenches around it, trying to understand it’s form while also trying to stop it from going deeper.

Another sigh. He sounds so irritated, but Marlene knew he was anything but. He is loving this. Every second of it.

“You don’t seem to know much of anything. I’ll give you a hint.”

The chilled metal slowly drags out of her, and she instinctively bucks backwards. Schellenberg leans back, his arm brushiing past her as he raises it up, toward the ceiling-

BANG.

Dust and fragments of the ceiling’s surface clatters to the floor.  A strong, smoky smell overpowers the cigarette’s scent, and the sound rings in her ears.

It was a gun.

Before Marlene could fully process the thought it is back inside her again- hot, burning hot, from the heat of the bullet leaving the chamber. 

Schellenberg drags the weapon out and pushes it back in, slowly, so fucking slowly, and she trembles with so many emotions all at once she couldn’t keep track. He keeps it moving, letting her feel that weight of it inside, the power behind it, the lethality.

“How about now?”

She could tell he has a smirk on his face, as if he wasn’t pushing a deadly weapon inside her.

He leans in close, one hand on the back of her neck, the other cupping her backside.

“We don’t have to do this, you know,” he says. “All you have to do is tell me, and I can spare you from the pain. From the humiliation. It won’t offend me in the slightest. All you have to do is tell me where the communist scum are…”

Don’t tell them. No matter what.

Marlene shut her eyes and the word escapes her lips before she can swallow it down. 

“No.”

And for one blissful second, there is silence.

It doesn’t last.

“Fine, then. Have it your way.”

Her throat is raw from screaming when he is done and the same sergeant who took her from home enters the room reporting for his superior officer.

 “We arrested all of them at the given location, Brigadeführer. None escaped.”

Her eyes fly open and Marlene stares at the man above her straightening his godforsaken uniform.

“Good. Prepare for the trials then.”

“Jawohl Brigadeführer.” 

No. It’s impossible. 

“I don’t understand,” Marlene whimpers when they’re alone again . “How did you...?”

“One of your friends told us days ago,” Schellenberg says as if discussing the weather. “My crew were very persuasive. It didn’t take her long to talk.”

He looks down at her, his eyes pools of twirling darkness. 

“I suppose you’re wondering why I bothered with you if I already knew?”

She nods breathlessly and he kneels down next to her.

“Because I know your type. Your pride, your loyalty…they’re immovable. I knew you wouldn’t tell me anything, no matter what I did. So, I might as well do whatever I want.”

Marlene could feel the tears forming behind her eyes. She wanted to vomit.

“I admire that. You’re like me.”  Schellenberg continues petting her har like one does a dog who did the trick right .

“I am nothing like you,” she sneers back.

He only smirks in response and rises to his feet and gestures to what’s left of her underwear on the floor.

“You might want to clean yourself up,” he says. “Our trip for today is over. I will pick you up tomorrow. Same time.”

And the door closes behind him, leaving her sobbing and shaking on the floor.

[saleintothe90s]

399. The “Cats” round up part 2 -- the movie (2019)

(part 1) 

I finally saw Cats, after putting it off for weeks because I just knew that it was going to be a tough movie to watch due to the cgi faces.  I had actually planned seeing it in theater the day it came out, after seeing Rise of Skywalker, but unfortunately I fell ill while watching Star Wars. I loved the movie*, don’t get me wrong, problem was I had eaten too much salad the day before and was feeling the effects that morning. No WAY was I going to sit through scary!Cats with a stomach ache and weakness.

So I watched a version that was shot with the worlds worst camera phone online. I actually started my attempt to watch this on Christmas Eve. I just finished on Martin Luther King Day.

There were some interesting aspects to the movie, but there are definitely parts that I would fast forward through next time I watch it when it comes out on dvd. I catalog dvds at my job, and I noticed that box office failures get released rather quickly and cheaply. Maybe we can get it on dvd before the end of winter!

My fast forwards:

JENNYANYDOTS. MY GOD, THAT WAS HORRIBLE. That is #notmyjennyanydots from the musical. She doesn’t wear a stupid pink outfit under her skin (?!) She wears a fringe getup, under her glamorous coat. She doesn’t hate Bustopher Jones, I think she might even have the hots for him — movie Jennyanydots despises him. Bustopher Jones is also another sore spot in the film. We get it, you’re loud and obnoxious, James Corden.  

Jennyanydots from the musical also doesn’t eat her roach kids like the movie one does.

Victoria and Jennyanydots are easily the least authentic looking from the musical. Victoria has those same dopey eyes the mother from How I Met Your Mother has. 

The woman who plays Victoria, Francesca Hayward is beautiful. The CGI did her wrong.

Rumpelteazer and Mungojerrie are two of my favorite characters in the musical. They are grossly half assed in the film. They don’t even sound like they’re singing. It’s like:

mUnGoJeRrIe aNd rUmPeLtEaZeR WeRe a nOtOrIoUs cOuPlE Of cAtS As kNoCkAbOuT ClOwNs, QuIcK - ChAnGe cOmEdIaNs tIgHt - rOpE WaLkErS AnD AcRoBaTs tHeY HaD An eXtEnSiVe rEpUtAtIoN, mAdE ThEiR HoMe iN ViCtOrIa gRoVe tHaT WaS MeReLy tHeIr cEnTeR Of oPeRaTiOn fOr tHeY WeRe iNcUrAbLy gIvEn tO RoVe

(I made that text with this, no way did I do that myself) 

Rumpleteazer sounds like she’s shaking the whole time she’s singing. You want whoever was playing the duo in this 1991 clip to be in your movie. (Or this 1981 clip)  

 Not...this. The scene is so sexual. Mungojerrie jumping on the bed with Victoria, putting a pearl necklace and watch on her neck. 

Victoria’s song, Beautiful Ghosts. Totally doesn’t fit in the film. It reminds me of that ad you constantly see on YouTube for some singing app, and the song starts with “I’m standing on the water..”, or “by the water”, I don’t know, its always cringy. 

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Where is Jellylorum during the Gus the Theater Cat scene. she’s his helper! She needs to be there. Where are Gus’ 20 pounds of quilts that he must wear at all times. 

Girl, we all know I’m going to say Taylor Swift as Bombalurina was absolutely awful. She cannot sing the classic song “Macavity the Mystery Cat”. It’ll make your ears hurt. 

WHERE IS MARLENE DANIELLE. 

Also, I don’t think that Bombalurina works with Macavity in the musical? Like she knows of him, she probably has a crush on him, but they have never been partners in crime? Her musical singing partner, Demeter is absolutely forgotten. 

Macavity sending everybody on a barge?! What is that. Growltiger is there? Gus doesn’t recognize him. 

NO JEMIMA. I missed seeing her work with Victoria to get the other cats to accept Grizabella.

“The addressing of cats” at the end is way too long.  I was wanting to say out loud, “It’s morning! Grizabella is long gone away in her balloon. It’s over.” 

Ok parts:

The dancing at the jellicle ball scene is the only scene where the cgi fur is useful? If that’s the right term? It makes the cats look almost like the musical for a second. Except for the closeup on Victoria dancing that is in the trailer. She looks in absolute pain. Her tail looks like it’s sticking straight out of her butt too. Because I’m five.

Mister Mistofflees is probably my choice for the best character in the movie. 

Second choice would have to be Rum Tum Tugger. 

Macavity is a jerk and I’m loving it. 

 Totally getting a Charles Minor feel from Idris.

Why are the cats soooo tiny on the tracks during “Skimbleskanks”?! It’s hilarious.

Loved Macavity trying to hitch a ride on the balloon.

*i actually had the realization the other night while trying to fall asleep that I’ll never see Rey in another movie and this thought upset me immensely.

Related: 

Vulture: 25 days of Cats -- an oral history of the musical by original cast members. 

[marles-mckinnon]

it’s crazy when the thing you love the most is the detriment             { & let that sink in. }

𝖖 𝖚 𝖔 𝖙 𝖊 𝖘

“No guts, no glory. No legend, no story.” “Well fed devils behave better than famished saints.” “A mess of beautiful contradictions makes her whole;                                 she wears fire for skin but there’s a storm in her soul.” “Some days I am more wolf than woman & I am still learning not to apologize for my wild.”

𝖇 𝖆 𝖘 𝖎 𝖈

NAME: Marlene Alexandria McKinnon NICKNAMES: Mar, Marls, Marley, McKitten, McKiller AGE: 21 BIRTHDAY: August 2nd GENDER: Female PRONOUNS: She / her

𝖋 𝖆 𝖒 𝖎 𝖑 𝖞

MOTHER: Marigold McKinnon FATHER: Matthius McKinnon SIBLINGS: Malcolm (30), Markus (26), Miles (24)

𝖕 𝖍 𝖞 𝖘 𝖎 𝖈 𝖆 𝖑 𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖚𝖙𝖊𝖘

FACE CLAIM: Naomi Scott BUILD: Petite HAIR: Naturally wavy; recently took to keeping it cropped above the shoulders  HAIR COLOR: Raven black EYE COLOR: Dark brown SKIN COLOR: Soft brown w. pink undertones DOMINANT HAND: Right ANOMALIES: Birth mark on the upper right side of her lip; general slew of tattoos & scars SCENT: Cigarette smoke, artificial strawberry, brown sugar & coconut, soft musk ACCENT: British ALLERGIES: Molluscs DISORDERS: PTSD, anxiety, manic depression FASHION: Punk rock / pre-grunge  NERVOUS TICS: Biting lower lip, clenched jaw, clenched fists, chain-smoking QUIRKS: Constantly fidgets if bored; tucks hair behind both ears when focused

𝖑 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 𝖘 𝖙 𝖞 𝖑 𝖊

RESIDES: Couch-surfing ? temporairly BORN: Firbank, United Kingdom RAISED: The Farm, on the west hill near the River Lune PETS: Stevie, her pygmy tawny owl that she had since her first year of Hogwarts. They were recently reunited after Marlene returned from her mission abroad.

CAREER: Beater, Wimbourne Wasps EXPERIENCE: Three years on the Gryffindor House team, three years on the Vratsa Vultures in Bulgaria EMPLOYER: British & Irish Quidditch League

POLITICAL AFFILIATION: Member of the Order of the Phoenix BELIEFS: Anti-blood purity, pro-muggle / muggleborn  MISDEMEANORS: Yes [[ REDACTED ]] FELONIES: Yes [[ REDACTED ]] DRUGS: Yes; et al SMOKES: Yes, regularly smokes Marlboro Reds ALCOHOL: Yes, et al DIET: Mostly takeout or simple meals she can make easily since she’s a terrible cook

LANGUAGES: English, Latin, Bulgarian & its derivatives - Russian, Ukrainian, Polish, Serbian, Czech

PHOBIAS: Falling from deadly heights HOBBIES: Tinkering with muggle gadgets & technology, mindlessly strumming her guitar, running to clear her mind, reading, vinyl shopping TRAITS: { + }: practical, spontaneous, rational, loyal { - }: stubborn, insensitive, non-committal, self-sabotaging

𝖋 𝖆 𝖛 𝖔 𝖗 𝖎 𝖙 𝖊 𝖘

LOCATION: London SPORTS TEAM: Montrose Magpies GAME: Gobstones, stabberscotch, Bulgarian roulette MUSIC: Journey, Genesis, The Rolling Stones, REO Speedwagon, Blue Oyster Cult MOVIES: Rebel Without a Cause, Easy Rider, The Wild One FOOD: Pizza, fries, chinese - local or bust BEVERAGE: Firewhiskey, regular whiskey COLOR: Burgundy red

𝖒 𝖆 𝖌 𝖎 𝖈

ALUMNI HOUSE: Gryffindor WAND (length, flexibility, wood, & core): Eleven inches & slightly yielding, red oak, phoenix feather AMORTENTIA: Fresh roasted coffee beans, cigarette smoke, baked apple tart PATRONUS: Red fox BOGGART: Her brother, Malcolm, in all his Death Eater glory 

𝖈 𝖍 𝖆 𝖗 𝖆 𝖈 𝖙 𝖊 𝖗

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic good  MBTI: ISTP-A: The Virtuoso MBTI ROLE: Assertive ENNEAGRAM: Type 8 ENNEAGRAM ROLE: The Challenger TEMPERAMENT: Responder WESTERN ZODIAC: Leo - the Lion CHINESE ZODIAC: Pig PRIMAL SIGN: Quetzal HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor TAROT CARD: The Sun TV TROPES: Tiny Badass, The Head vs The Heart, The Rebel Daughter SONG: Nightmare - Halsey; Miracle - CHVRCHES; Renegade - Paramore

IDEOLOGIES:  Thinks salt & vinegar chips are a crime against humanity. Never wants to smell sauerkraut again. Thinks her family are a mess of cowardly disgraces. Thinks Dumbledore isn’t much better. Has accepted her role in the war & the likelihood of her death. Is losing hope in judges & juries when playing executioner feels so good.

[cometoceantrenches]

its for the extra credits [4]

SUMMARY: Seventeen-year-old Amaya Sloan didn’t really like this. The situation was just thrust upon her. What was it you ask? Well, its to tutor Hawkins’ resident Bad Boy: Billy Hargrove. Though things take a turn and it isn’t just about tutoring anymore…

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Just when you think you can escape, fate thinks differently and decides to spite you… or play with you. It’s all the same in the end anyways.

A/N: This is more of a filler. I honestly don’t know where I’m going with this. :/ ALSO WHOOWEE IM BACK WITH THIS SHIT ASDFGHJKL I hope yall enjoy 

Lili jumped out of the white Catalina, her backpack bobbing up and down behind her. Amaya followed suit as she absentmindedly flipped her hair out of her eyes. She turned, expecting to see her younger sister waiting beside her but saw her running off towards the Middle School building.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey!” The older of the two called out making the other stop in her tracks. The seventeen-year-old ducked into the car through the open window and pulled out a paper bag filled with packed lunch. “Don’t forget your lunch, dummy.”

Lili’s expression melted into a sheepish one as she stepped up to her sister. “Thanks, ate.”

“Someone’s gotta watch over you.” Amaya shrugged. “Now go on. You’re gonna be late for your AV thing.”

The thirteen-year-old beamed up at her and ran off towards the school, seeing the rest of the Party near the entrance and joining them after. Amaya simply smiled to herself, slinging her bag onto her shoulder and walking to the High School building. At the entrance, she was immediately greeted by Nancy.

“Morning, Amaya.” The brunette greeted, a small smile adorning her rosy features.

The two have been friends since pre-school. The two were of the same age, though due to Amaya starting her education earlier, she was always one level ahead of her. The Sloans lived across the Wheelers, making the two girls playmates since children. Nancy and Amaya shared a lot of memories with each other, always inseparable. Their friendship only grew stronger once Barb came into the mix. It was just the three of them against the world.

Things changed the second Barb disappeared. The eventual fight that all friends must experience came. It wasn’t really a screaming match, it was more of a heavy tension between each other. They spent less time with each other, making their relationship rocky, especially when Nancy broke up with Steve. In time, they made up and went back to their regular routine but there was always an underlying feeling that things will never be the same.  

“Good morning, Nance. Where’s Jonathan?”

“Here.” Jonathan came from the hallway next to them slipped into step beside Nancy. “What’s up?”

“I’m looking for Steve. He isn’t outside by his car like usual and I have his essay with corrections.”

Jonathan shrugged. “I saw him head over to the Middle School building. Maybe he just went to check up on the kids.”

“Yeah and he isn’t around this area to just jump attack you.” Nancy added, the three of them stopping at her locker.

Amaya chuckled at that. It was a thing Steve did often- jump out of nowhere and haul your ass off the floor. Most of the time he earned a slap to the shoulder. Once it was a punch because he decided to do it to Jonathan and the latter’s instincts kicked in.

“I feel like he will though.” Jonathan said as he waited patiently for Nancy to finish swapping her books, offering to hold her stuff so it wouldn’t be difficult for her.

As predicted, the said boy came up behind Amaya, this time clamping his hands down firmly on the girl’s shoulders only to have his foot stomped on by accident. She screamed in surprise as he immediately let go to release a howl of pain. The Filipina clutched a hand to her chest while Steve hopped up and down, as if his jumping would ease the pain off of his foot. Nancy and Jonathan were laughing, watching as Amaya landed a weak punch to the brunet’s shoulder.

“Speak of the Devil.” Nancy chuckled. “You really have to stop doing that, Steve.”

“I thought you guys would be used to it by now.” Said boy explained as he slowly set his foot down.

Their conversation was cut short when the bell rang. Nancy clicked her locker shut and the couple bid their goodbyes before scurrying off to their respective classes. At the end of the hallways, Amaya and Steve split.

“Oh wait!” The former jogged up to him and pulled out a rumpled piece of paper before handing it over. “I already added my corrections to it. Good luck!” She brisk-walked over to her Mathematics class, taking her usual seat near the back.

Classes went on as they usually did. A pop quiz here, some notetaking there and a few unanswered questions. The bell rang again, signaling the end of the current class and the start of the one before lunch. For Amaya, it was Chemistry.

She couldn’t help but feel a wave of dread wash over her like a bucket of ice cold water being dumped over her head. When she stepped into the classroom, she noticed that Billy was already on his seat, his feet propped up on his desk as he sent flirtatious winks over to Marlene Evans who was sat a couple of rows away from him to the right.

The blond’s view was obstructed when Amaya placed her things down in front of him. A low groan of protest escaped him. He let his head loll back, clearly unamused by the situation.

“Sloan,” He grunted. “You’re blocking my view.”

“Too bad Hargrove, that’s all you’re getting today.” The Filipina replied, neatly stacking her materials needed on the space of the rounded table the classrooms had. “Explain the VSEPR Theory.”  

Another groan of protest. “Sloan-“

“VSEPR-“

“Valence Shell Electron Pair Repulsion theory also known as Gillespie-Nyholm theory is when the valence electrons are placed far enough from each other to reduce repulsion against each other.” Billy drawled, inspecting the scratches of his worn-boots.

Amaya straightened her shoulder and inhaled haughtily. “Okay… correct.” To be honest she wasn’t really expecting that.

Unfortunately this didn’t go unnoticed by the blond. “Look, I know you think of me as an idiot, don’t say otherwise it’s written all over your face,” The corners of his lips tugged ever so slightly when her face burned red from embarrassment. “But that’s only because I choose to not pay attention to shit as boring as this, m’kay?”

“Why?”

“Why not?” He shrugged. “I’m passing anyway.”

“But you’re throwing your intelligence out the window..!” Amaya huffed. “You could do so much more and you’re just taking your chances for granted just because you don’t find the topic interesting.”

For a moment, she saw his eyes flash with both anger and fear- like a cornered dog bearing it’s teeth, trying to ward off hostiles, as if what she said had triggered something inside of him. And in that moment, she felt as if maybe there’s a Billy she hasn’t quite seen yet. Sooner or later that helpless look disappeared and was replaced by amusement and the old shit-eating grin returned to his face.

Billy gave a low whistle, straightening up a bit. “Y’know Sloan, I’m starting to think you have a thing for me. You’re just displaying it in a weird, not-so-sexy way.”

The red that dusted the said girl’s cheeks deepened into a bright scarlet. Dammit- even if she hated him and every fibre of his being, she couldn’t deny the effect his smirk had. She felt like one of those crappy teen novels that she came across in the bookstore. “Wh- I- You-“

“Aww, look at you. You’re speechless.”

“Well, well… well I only care because I don’t want to fucking tutor you anymore when I know you’re capable of these fucking things.” Amaya snapped when she finally found her voice, but it was weak and cracked. Her arms flailed overhead for a moment.

Billy only chuckled. The bell rang once more and the teacher came in, signaling the start of class. Amaya only huffed again and turned in her seat to pay attention to the teacher. Shaking his head, a smirk still present on his face, the blond decided to do the same.

Mrs. Drake clapped her hands to capture the students’ attention. The lines on her face creased as she gave a small, somewhat cynical smile. “So students,” She practically chirped. “I hope you studied because I have a surprise quiz prepared for you.”

Her sharp eyes seemed to drill into the students she deemed “lazy” behind the moon-rimmed spectacles she wore. Like a vulture eyeing her prey, she narrowed in on the students who tensed or seemed to be anxious, squirming a little in their seats. All high students, no matter what year level, ethnicity or interests, agreed that Mrs. Drake fucking thrived on the pupils’ misery. Suppose it has something to do with the dismay brought when her son dropped out of college.

As the middle-aged woman handed out the printed exams, students gave each other sideward glances, a secret message saying one thing: she’s batshit crazy. Mrs. Drake shimmied to the front and cleared her throat.

“The whole period is dedicated to the quiz. Take your time, or not. Just make sure you don’t fail my class. And don’t let me catch you cheating. You may start.”

And with that, the class shot off into answering the exam. Time seemed to drag as it went on. Students scratched their heads, racking their brains for answers. The sound of pens scratching against the paper or the friction of the eraser was heard here and there.

Amaya took a peek at her surroundings. There were people who were tapping their pens against the table, their minds ticking. Others were flying down the whole page, returning every once in a while to correct a small mistake. The rest were either done or didn’t give a shit. Billy was one of the people who was almost done.

The girl took a look down at her own paper. She herself was almost done as well- just a few more questions to go. So she answered it. But as she did so, she felt self-consciousness bite at the back of her head. What if there were many questions that she had answered wrong? What if she got wrong answers as karma for thinking Billy is lower than her?

Waving it off, she finished the last of her questionnaire when the bell rang. Almost at once a whole wave of relieved students sighed, glad that their test was over. Some worried, thinking that they would fail while some were frustrated, being unable to finish on time.

Each student went out of the classroom after handing their exam over to Mrs. Drake. Amaya was one of the last people since she sat near the back. Billy had gone before her already so when Mrs. Drake gave her a pointed yet unreadable look, chills ran down her spine and gave her an uneasy feeling.

She was just two steps out of the classroom when a firm grip reached out to her arm. As reflex, her foot jutted out to stomp on her assailant only for her to trip a little towards the direction she stomped at. It was Billy who chuckled at her clumsiness, his cronies along with Carol snickering behind him.

“Can’t help but notice that you were struggling a little during the test, Sloan. Looks like I’m not the one who needs tutoring.” He drawled, letting her arm go.

Wait what the fuck? How would he know that? Was he looking at me? Amaya thought, quickly shaking it away as she stormed off in the other direction, towards the cafeteria where she would meet her friends. She heard Tommy H.’s boisterous laughter as she neared the cafeteria.

God they’re so annoying.

“Whoa Maya,” Steve’s voice snapped her out of her trance, making her bump into him. His arms reached out to steady her. “You okay there? You seem distracted.”

Amaya shook her head as she regained focus. “Yeah- just, Mrs. Drake and her tests.”

Steve let his tongue poke out as e made an overly exaggerated disgusted face. “Bleghhh.” He shuddered, making Amaya laugh a little.

“Come on weirdo. We gotta eat.”

For now, maybe she’d have to let Billy slide. But she���ll never forget how his attitude had suddenly shaken her up that day.