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tlbodine · 2 months ago

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Overthinking: Say Cheese and Die

Say Cheese and Die! is the fourth classic Goosebumps book. It's written in third person (which would soon become nearly completely phased out in the series) and features more of an ensemble cast than anything we've yet encountered. It's also a Goosebumps story that feels more Fear Street-like to me, but we'll get into that later.

I remember reading this one as a kid, although I don't recall having strong opinions about it one way or another. I was probably about 11 when I read it, checking it out from the library during a summer when I read a lot of Goosebumps (and other books).

So, how does it stack up against others that we've read? Is it worth a read as an adult? And, most important of all, is it still scary? Let's find out as we continue on our quest to Overthink Goosebumps.

First, the Plot: We begin in the little town of Pitt’s Landing, where we meet our gaggle of friends: Bird (the jokester), Mike (the fat one), Shari (the chick) and Greg (the sensible one). They have some other personality traits too but…not many tbh. They’re bored and decide to amuse themselves by exploring an abandoned house where resident weirdo goth/homeless eccentric Spidey is known to hang out. While poking around, the crew finds a Polaroid-style camera.

Greg (played by a lil baby Ryan Gosling in the TV show) likes photography and becomes immediately enamored with the new camera. But when he asks Mike to pose for a picture, Mike falls through a bannister and hurts his leg. When the picture develops, it shows Mike falling — even though he fell *after* the shudder snaps.

Later, Greg takes a photo of his dad’s car, only for the photo to show a mangled wreck. Not long after his dad is in an accident and totals the car. He takes a photo of Bird that shows him sprawled on the ground, not long before he’s knocked out with a baseball to the head.

Does this camera capture the future, or cause bad luck? Greg isn’t sure, but he wants to get rid of it. But first Shari convinces him to bring it to her birthday party and snap photos of her. But she’s not even in the frame — she’s disappeared from the shot! Not long after she disappears for real. Cops show up, they question Greg, everybody is real on edge and he doesn’t think anyone will believe him about the camera.

He rips up the photo of not-Shari and then….she’s back! She reappears with no memory of where she’s been for two days. Weird!

Now Spidey (remember him?) shows up and skulks around for a bit. Greg and Shari go back to the house to return the camera and find Spidey, who reveals that he 1.) is a scientist who 2.) helped invent the camera but 3.) stole it from his partner so he could have all the glory so 4.) his partner cursed the camera and it ruined Spidey’s life by killing everyone he knows, I guess?

Idk man, at one point he literally says, “I’m evil, you see.” So that’s about as much motivation as this guy is operating with lol.

Anyway now that the kids know his secret (??) Spidey won’t let them leave so there’s a tense chase scene and at one point Shari takes a picture of Spidey which literally causes him to have a heart attack and die (!!) and they pretend they just found his body like that when they call the cops later.

And then at the end a couple bullies we briefly met earlier find the camera and the cycle starts anew or whatever.

Overthinking It: The goofy title and skeleton family suggest a book of a significantly different tone than what you actually encounter within the pages. All things considered, Say Cheese and Die! feels like an unusually somber Goosebumps book.

I didn't have as much fun with this one as the others I've read so far. It feels bloated, for one thing, with a lot of its word count spent on character banter and frankly pointless small talk. I mean, for fuck sake, we spend actual pages admiring a Ford Taurus and its (checks notes) cup holders. Characters will say things and then other characters will say basically the same thing again. Unless of course they’re just cracking jokes. The banter may have annoyed me less if I liked the characters more, but no one stood out strongly enough for me to feel any real connection.

It’s usually explicit that Goosebumps characters are 12, but I don’t remember that being stated here. I feel like Greg’s crew come off as a bit older, which is one reason this feels more like a Fear Street title to me.

There’s also the matter of the scares. Usually, the Goosebumps books we’ve seen so far have had a supernatural threat standing in for unsettling real dangers. Here, the camera may be supernatural, but the nature of the threat is mundane and uncomfortably realistic. This isn’t a guy turning into a plant or a dog growing as big as a pony, this is friends and family having accidents and getting really hurt.

Normally I might like the sense of real stakes and danger, but in this case it falls flat for me, I think because the book just isn’t very *fun*. A Goosebumps book should have some sense of novelty and adventure to it, a capital R Romantic desire to be in the story even though it’s scary and dangerous. You want to play with that weird slime. You want to see the plants with human faces. We don’t get any of that texture here.

The idea of a camera that predicts the future could have been interesting if the characters had leaned into that more, like if at first they took snaps as a form of fortune telling before they realized it was actually cursing them. But instead the characters bafflingly insist that the camera is “broken” as if that in any way could explain its photos. This is an instance where insisting on skepticism just makes you sound stupid.

“My camera curses people” is a problem with a really simple solution, which is, stop using the camera you dumbass. It’s not like this was a curse set in motion that you are now powerless to stop. You could sell this concept if you leaned into the cosmic horror angle of it, if someone became so obsessed with trying to figure out how it worked that they couldn’t stop themselves from using it. Or if the camera itself could seduce you into using it. But we don’t really get either sense here. Mostly we just see Greg being sad and scared and lonely and worried about people as he gets buffeted around by the plot, which is largely nonsensical.

What was the invention Spidey was so eager to steal? A camera that doesn’t need film or batteries? A camera that tells the future? It’s never clear what the big deal is about the pre-cursed camera or why it would be worth screwing a partner over for it, much less why scientists were working on it to begin with.

Not only is Spidey a poor villain based on his lack of motive, he’s also absent throughout most of the book. There’s no real sense of malice coming from him. It would be one thing if Greg was being harassed and stalked and it was plausible that Spidey was the one causing all the bad things to happen, but that’s not really set up or hinted at.

The whole thing just feels poorly conceived and thin. The title and cover are the only really memorable things about this, which is a real shame because there are several directions it COULD have gone that would have been really interesting. Oh well.

If you liked this, THESE will really give you goosebumps:

For all my belly aching, the idea of a cursed camera can be compelling. For a very similar premise executed much better imo, turn to Stephen King’s novella The Sun Dog, wherein a dog keeps showing up in photos….and it’s getting closer.

For another excellent and chilling take on the "I did something bad and now all my photos have unsettling shit in them, I think I'm cursed" motif, try Shutter, either the 2004 Thai original or the 2008 Japanese remake.

If you like the idea of teens trying to escape an inevitable fate, the Final Destination movies are a classic. (The first two are the best, becoming increasingly silly as the series wears on). For a similar take in a different direction, by Stay Alive, in which a group of teens who die in a video game soon after die in real life the same way. (It's not a good movie, but it is a fun one).

So, those are my recommendations. Do you have any camera horrors to recommend? Any Say Cheese and Die apologists out there?

#overthinking goosebumps #goosebumps #say cheese and die #rl stine #tim jacobus #horror #horror books #book review #booklr #horror literature #currently reading #book community

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soft-persephone · 7 months ago

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Jake Johnson Bonus Facts

Girl dad of two twin girls. The inteview playlist will go into details for you.

He was married his whole acting career!

Very sweet.

He built this log cabin during the pandemic and even did some of his zoom interviews in it.

We now know, I don’t remember if it from an interview with another podcast or on his own, he revealed that the photographers asked him if he wanted to put on shoes first before they started and he said no.

They are in his backyard and he’s one minute away from a pair of shoes, and he said no, for no reason at all.

That’s why we love him. (Or me at least. I can’t actually speak for you guys.)

I forgot three movies for part one, but also, tumblr won’t let me add any more photos to part one, so it’s fine. However, So sorry!

Ceremony

One of the first big movies he’s done. I don’t have all the facts on it, but it does have the earliest release date of most of his movies, so it’s safe to assume.

He’s not the main character, but he does have somewhat of a large role to the plot of the movie.

I’d argue it’s still worth watching!

Lee Pace is in it! As well as Uma Thurman!

It’s about this young guy who’s in love with this married woman and somehow he ends up at their wedding retreat and keeps trying to win her back, but she’s kinda leading him on. . . Or maybe she isn’t and he’s delusional.😏

Maybe it’s trying to be deep, maybe it’s not, but Jake Johnson is funny and he does drunk wacky uncle brother so well.

It’s not as intense as I’m making it sound.

It’s actually a joy with sentimental moments.

And also like watching a car wreck level of drama.

No Strings Attacthed

Mid 2000s typical romcom with Ashton Kutcher and Natalie Portman.

Ludacris and Mindy Kaling is also in it!

That’s it. That’s the movie.

Jake Johnson is the wacky guy best friend of the main guy and he doesn’t have a lot of time in it, but it’s not a super long watch and he has a horrible goatee in the first few scenes. So that’s pretty fun to see.

And his character has an odd nice guy side quest romance going on with another girl.

It’s supposed to balance out how assholey the main couple gets to each other sometimes, but not really.

Imagine if hallmark was fancy and had a bigger budget and wasn’t afraid to say fuck and show sex.

Also!

This movie got him Nick Miller on New girl.

I think the writer of new girl was working on this movie and she liked him in this and it played a part in him getting picked for his audition!

Safety Not Guaranteed

A wacky movie about these journalist trying to find a bug story and the woman of the group deciding if local crazy guy actually can time travel or not.

Despite how wild the plot is, it is oddly super romantic and endearing…….or maybe it’s the part of my brain that finds the oddest things romantic because it wasn’t presented in a typical romcom formula.

Jake is a little mean in this one if I remember correctly, but I think that’s something we all like about him. He’s fun to watch when he’s angry or mean or yelling or maybe I’m just telling on myself.

It’s not my favorite, but it was a super fun to watch. It’s well made and if nothing else gets you, the suspense of knowing if the guy is really crazy or not will.

More fun facts!!!

He loves talking business so there’s more in common with him and Doug Renetti than you might think. It’s a bit of his. He does this a lot on his podcast We’re Here to Help.

He loves doing indie movies.

He has love for everything he does and truly won’t take a role if he doesn’t like it in some way or feel like he would enjoy the experience from working on it or working with the other people there.

He lives for collaboration and a group effort and team work. Which he talks all about in some of his interviews.

He likes having a say so on his character and trying to do as much as he can with it, and if you ask me, it shows in everything he does, and it’s a part of why all of his charters have a certain Jake Johnson feel to all of them. However, he is still a good actor and they are very distinct in their roles and purposes for each and every show.

He’s just, very good at his job.

He also talks a lot about his life in certain interviews and I tried to compile them in a playlist that you can find on

This post.

If you are a sports fan, go to YouTube and search Jake Johnson Chicago Bears or Cubs or ..sports…

I’m not sure tbh.

He looks homeless sometimes, especially during the pandemic interviews, but I am used to this and find it endearing. If you’ve never seen him look like this and are weirded out or disgusted, I am sorry and not sorry.

I only watched them because i can listen to him talk about anything. I just like hearing his voice and looking at his face.

It’s amazing background noise when you have to work or study. Some of these sports podcast are so long and go on forever.

If you want help finding access to some of his more hard to find movies, please let me know and I will help as much as I can. Do not hesitate to dm me for any additional information

Thank you for reading, and I really hope these two posts have helped!

#Jake Johnson #how many times did I say wacky #Jesus someone take the internet away from me

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looosey · 1 year ago

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Lucy's Side Quest #7: Southern Cabin Fever

I'm going insane. They've trapped me here, the U.S. government, by their demand for my presence at the mysterious oath ceremony for my newly minted citizenship at some undecided date in the "near" future. Bureaucracy with no face has served me Depression. I want to be back in Boston, I'm going insane.

I literally spend 23.5 hours a day inside my house, in silence, where the weather outside is 110 degrees Fahrenheit, my dad is blasting Korean golf youtube, and my dog is sleeping all day. I am going insane.

I have not had a conversation with anyone other than my family in a week. Now I'm at the public library chipping away at my research project which is just mind-numbing work. I was not built for desk work. We have progressed too far, I think as a society, for now I wish for manual labor. I dream of it. Of course not outdoors in Texas, where my skin literally stung under the sunlight on my walk to the library. Blistering sun is no exaggeration.

In the bathroom, I was taking a piss, and a lady was talking so loudly into her phone from on the handicap toilet. As I pissed, I wondered if the man knew he was being broadcasted into a public bathroom. Her voice rang in my ears and she kept talking through her own flushing. What has life come to? I came to the library to escape the cabin that was my house, and come into contact with people, but not like this, I thought. Not like this.

I imagined myself wreaking havoc by telling her she was loud while washing our hands at the sink.

But being miserable doesn't mean I need to rain on others parades. Here are some photos I didn't personally take, and what I have to say about them.

I don't have friends in my hometown any more. I don't have anyone to go to BJ's with to eat Tuesday pizookies hoping to catch some cutie that I lost contact with during high school.

The most interesting thing I did this week, in fact, was go to Half Priced Books yesterday to sell back a duffel bag full of old physics books and test prep books that I bought from them over five years ago and didn't read. This kind woman called my name over the intercom and offered me $10.82 for the books, which I giddily accepted even though I probably paid over $100 for them when I bought them. Then I went and spent the money and more on yet another book I probably won't read in full, but this time it is about film production designers: a job that I didn't know exist (they make the studio sets for movies).

Then I went to Costco with my mom and bought prosecco and aperol, which when mixed with soda make the famous Italian drink: the Aperol Spritz. I also bought cheese, spaghetti, tomato sauce, olive oil, and a baguette, which made me reminisce about IAP in Italy. This didn't interest my mom at all, which is why I also recently bought a photo album to remember my own journeys. But all my photos are in Boston.

I have one episode of Atlanta left. I think Fleabag might be next.

#cabin fever #the south #lucys side quest

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orchidelegance · 2 years ago

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review - ghost trick: phantom detective

app store, nintendo store; first chapters free, full game $10 playtime: ~4-5hrs rating: 8/10 replayability: 7/10

crazy characters. insane plot. twistier and turnier than a maze. character design happened while on acid probably. such an excellent game.

ghost trick: phantom detective by capcom is a game of "how many" - how many times you're willing to replay a scene before you go look up a guide, how many times sissel has to help other people in his quest to find himself, how many times you take screenshots of missile saying something only a dog would say. every chapter took me tantalizingly closer to the answer only for the ending to completely blow me away with how incomprehensible and perfectly sensible it was. there's an explanation for everything, and there are so many things that need explaining that at the very end, the explanations come in a barrage of satisfaction that leaves me wanting to replay and see where i missed the clues.

every single character is interesting and lovable, all with their own stories and motivations, from the dancing guard to the simpering henchman to the chicken chef and the waitress on rollerskates. even characters you only see in one scene have an important role to play and a life that you get a glimpse into. each design is so incredibly fun, colorful, and silly, and it echoes the game's message - that everyone is connected, and we are all a part of each other's story.

though i used a guide for most of the game (sue me - there's a great one here by fukuyasu), it's definitely not impossible to do on your own with a little more patience and brainpower. the puzzles were fun, though they can become tedious if you're committed to figuring it out on your own. for me, this game was character driven, and i wanted to complete each stage as fast as i could to see a little more of the story. honestly even with how frustrating i found some of the stages, i would still replay it if i had a few hours on my own and see if i can untangle the threads from the beginning - and to see sissel, kamila, lynne, missile, jowd, cabanela, and the others again.

spoilers below

damn! that ending! sissel-cat is too cute. and the yomiel-creature made up of junk and a cone was hilarious. i didn't like that we went back in time to erase everything, and then suddenly it happened in a way i was surprisingly very satisfied with. sissel being yomiel's cat is an ending only ghost trick could have and could make sense of. i wish we got a little more explanation about the blue people, but i did like the insights in the credits into the other characters' lives in the new future.

that gay little family photo at the end was so funny because jowd's wife is fully alive here but instead he's taking a photo with his daughter (kamila) and his adopted not-daughter (lynne) with his work husband (cabanela) who is also lynne's work dad. and their two pets...

one thing i don't understand is why there's no meetup or anything since yomiel said they would all retain the memory of the past events even if those technically didn't exist in this reality, which i liked as a continuity mechanism to deal with fuzzy time travel mechanics. technically they would all remember what had happened right? or at least jowd, yomiel, sissel, and missile would since they were the ones who went back to yomiel's death. i did like that yomiel was fully prepared to die over and over for baby lynne to atone for his crime of holding her hostage, and that we all thought he died before they revealed he was still alive. it makes him a sympathetic "antagonist" in the perfect way, and opens the road to reconciliation.

what a fun game! i love cat sissel so much.

#ghost trick #ghost trick phantom detective #game review #capcom

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lsotp · 1 year ago

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Hey Nini! I'm here with my attacks loaded and ready.

Also hey, how're things going at your end?

This is a hypothesis of mine, but I feel as though you're a Brit. Just a theory.

*ahem* now onto the questions and thoughts-!

Chapter 9 & 10

1.) Snooks were these weird creatures with no arms or legs. At most, you had heard them described as long tails, with faces.

Often tan or yellow in color with large stingers in its mouth. Anyone bitten by a snook wouldn't be able to un-form their ecto-body for days.

Is this what you meant with 'THE SNOOK'?

or is it something entirely different?

2.) Eventually after it ate another apple or two and gathered more, it pointed to the dark forest on the other side of the fence, a large, fanged smile on its face.

Possible entryway to the 'supposed enemy' territory? 👀

Maybe Toriel's kind (WHAT do you call them anyways?) are one of the few enemies that the Calcians are wrecking genocide on?

Plausible.

3.) ’Was it a Bigfoot perhaps?’

Apparently, Bigfoot Folklore exists in LSOTP.

4.) Cobalt had always said you were a spitting image of her, and judging by the photos on the walls, you had to agree. Her sockets had the beginnings of wrinkles at the corners. Her smile naturally upturned and kind.

She 'was' kind.

Probably nothing relevant, but something about this tickled my senses.

Specifically the last sentence and the air quotes.

5.) All because it was the law that women had to take a husband for the sake of breeding more soldiers for the war cause. Though thinking about it, you had never been told what the war was about or who you all were fighting.

Just that there was a war.

And now to your knowledge, there were other things around that weren't skeletons.

Sentient things that walked upright and cared for their young as any good parents would.

Dare you say it, but skeletons were not the only type of creatures that walked this cursed world.

I feel like I'm headed in the right direction regarding that challenge I accepted.

I don't exactly know what I'm looking for...

Maybe it's me trying to figure out what the actual War Enemy is?

Maybe it's me trying to find out why the magic in LSOTP is so fucked up?

Or maybe it's just me trying connect everything through the bits of information from the fic and your words of confirmation.

Maybe it could all be those 3.

6.) Though despite him having been in an active battle situation, he couldn't recall seeing any enemies.

Just dust from their own side.

Empty uniforms brought back to be patched up and given to whatever poor bastard that decided to enlist to 'help the cause!'

What cause. There is no cause.

Just death and dust, with his only comfort being his older brother and sometimes, a very small sometimes, his shitty dad.

You're doing a great job at making things VERY vague, Nini. (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

7.) Then with a flash, you were able to move again as you launched yourself at his shoulder, latching on with your claws and biting him where his shoulder met his neck.

You let out a vicious snarl and raked your claws down either side of Mutt's sides.

You expected him to throw you off or hit you.

What you didn't expect was the moan of pleasure he mewled out and the couch vibrating purr he began to emit.

I am a woman of simple pleasure, and you're making me tempted to just bite them at the collarbone.

Thats all for today, Nini.

Thanks a bunch-! Bye! ♡⁠(⁠Ӧ⁠ｖ⁠Ӧ⁠｡⁠)

Nope! I’m not a Brit. (They’re accents are so cool tho!)

(1) Yes. The Snook venom is what goes in the liquid stardust that you drink in the wedding ceremony.

(2) Nope. It just knew where mom was.

(3) Yeah. LSotP has its own mythos and lore for cryptid type creatures.

(4) the (‘ ‘) on the word was meant to emphasize past tense. Now that Lilith is gone she can’t still ‘be’ in the now. So “She ‘was’ kind.” (Reader has some I pointed out mommy issues, we just haven’t gotten there yet.)

(5) The quest for the secret theory isn’t about the enemy’s. You actually mentioned it yesterday in your other questions by naming a character, as well as the fact Madame is a baby snatcher.

(6) Thank you. uwu (I know that’s probably not a compliment, lol.) But it also puts the reader in the same frustrated position as the character is in with the lack of knowledge.

(7) Biting is pretty much an invitation to ‘go to bed’ if it’s with a romantic interest. The meaning of the action changes based on the temperament and tone it’s done in and the relationship with the other people.

Then there’s Mutt.

Who likes pain in the LSotP canon.

Though reader is a bit of a gremlin and bit him to hurt him.

#lsotp #undertale au #undertale #undertale fanfiction #skeleton #world building

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survey--s · 1 year ago

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679.

Do you have a large dog? If not, are you afraid of them? No, Archie is medium-sized and weighs just under 20kg. I'm not afraid of large dogs but I definitely have a healthy respect for certain breeds lol.

Has anyone ever told you that they loved you, and you didn’t say it back? Yes.

Who is your favorite photographer? I love taking photos but I've never been all that interested in looking at other people's. I couldn't name any famous photographers.

Were you shy in high school? Yes, but only in school. I had plenty of friends outside of school that I was really confident and happy with.

Did the last guy/girl you kissed have any piercings? He does but he doesn't wear jewellery in them anymore.

Do you actually love your parents? I do.

Do you know anyone autistic? *waves* that's me! And my dad, and my cousin, and basically most of that side of the family, haha.

Do you like your girlfriend’s/boyfriend’s parents? I do like my in-laws, yes. They're lovely to me and good eggs, overall.

Do you like Polaroid photography? I've never used a Polaroid before.

Who was the last family member of yours that died? Uh. I honestly don't know, probably my granddad, I think? He had prostate cancer and died in his sleep at 93 or something. We weren'tr remotely close.

Do you have any gay family members? Yeah, my dad's sister is gay.

Would you be upset if you caught your boyfriend looking at porn? No. I don't really agree with porn as a concept but it wouldn't bother me if someone chose to look at it. That's not up to me to police.

What is your favorite type of cat? I LOVE Maine Coons. I remember going to a cat cafe that had a massive ginger Maine Coon boy and he was the soppiest thing ever. I would love one but they're just so expensive so we have moggies instead. Two black and one ginger - all boys.

Who of the opposite sex has seen you at your worst? Probably Chris, actually.

Were you raised by someone other than your parents? No.

What’s the last chore you did? Washing the breakfast dishes and cat bowls.

What is your favorite jungle animal? Tigers.

Is your father injured? He is not.

Are you part Native American? No.

What are your pets’ names? Archie, Purrlock, Toby and Simba.

Have you ever worked two jobs? Not at the same time, no.

What are the names of all the dogs you’ve ever owned? Archie.

Would you ever get a face tattoo? Noooo. I think they look absolutely horrendous.

Who in life have you felt the strongest need to protect? My pets, I guess, because they have nobody else to look out for them and I chose to bring them into my life.

What is the cruelest thing a person has ever said to you? I don't know, really. Nothing really stands out, I have to say.

Who have you most feared in your life? David, probably.

What is your strongest reason for your opinion on abortion? Because I don't believe the government should have any say on what a woman decides to do with her body.

What one natural thing would you most like to see? I'd love to see the Northern Lights again. You can see them from here fairly regularly but I'm too lazy to get up and drive out lol.

Do you like the game Tetris? Not really.

What’s the most rebellious thing you’ve ever done? I'm really not a rebellious person.

Have you ever wanted to be a model? No.

Do you like your name how it’s spelled? Sure.

Who was your first online friend? I honestly don't know. Maybe Sara? We're still in touch actually.

Your last ex: how did you two get together? We worked in the same place, then after he left he messaged me to go for a drink and it just went from there.

Does your mom dye her hair? She doesn't. She's embraced the grey, lol.

What’s the best kind of video game? (Adventure, shooting, etc) I like quest ones or music ones mostly, or those merge ones.

Do you know anyone who has road rage? I definitely get annoyed with idiot drivers lol.

Have you ever had a controlling boyfriend/girlfriend? Yes.

Have you ever tried to break up anyone because YOU liked the guy/girl? Nah, that's really shitty behaviour.

Do you draw fanart of anything? No.

What was the last music video you watched? Did you like it? I have absolutely no idea. Probably some random one that came to mind from like, two decades ago.

What’s a condition you have that you haven’t been officially diagnosed with? How can you know you have it without a diagnosis?

Which one of your parents do you think is smarter? Academically speaking, my dad. Emotionally speaking, my mum.

Have you ever supported anyone’s Kickstarter? If so, what was it? Nope.

What band has the power to make you cry by splitting up? None of them. I really don't get people who cry over celebrities or bands. It makes no sense to me.

Can grills be sexy on a guy? That's a blast from the past lol. They're not sexy on anyone.

What’s your favorite comic book/graphic novel? None of them.

Do you prefer original or sour Skittles? Original, but sour are good too.

Do you find it easy to pass the time or do you get really bored? I'm pretty much never bored, there's always something to do.

Have you ever been in a Catholic confessional? Nope.

Who was the last non-relative you rode in a vehicle with? Uhh, probably Susie.

What was the title of the last song you listened to? She Likes the Beatles.

Who is the lead singer of your favorite band? My favourite band/singer changes all the time.

Do you expect to be married in the next 2 years? I'm already married and I certainly hope that doesn't change.

Have you ever had an allergic reaction to an insect? No.

Who IMed you on Facebook last? Ella.

Is there an item that you bought on a whim, but now consider it a crucial part of your life and you would or have purchased it again? A wax burner.

What flags do you have in your room, if any? None.

What was the last thing you ate? Blueberry and banana pancakes.

What kind of natural disaster is most common where you live? Flooding and storms.

Do you or your parents rake your yard? Nobody does.

If you’re not straight, who was the first person you came out to? ...

Where did you meet the last person you swapped numbers with? She's a dog walker down south - she needed help finding a walker for her mum who lives a few miles away.

Who was the last person to add you as a friend on Facebook? I honestly don't remember, probably Ella or Sarah.

#survey #surveys

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humblequestvinyl · 2 years ago

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HUMMINGBIRD

HUMMINGBIRD, DAD!JJ MAYBANK X MOM!READER

APART OF THE HUMBLE QUEST SERIES

SUMMARY: when it becomes jj and y/n daughters fifth birthday, the two take a trip back down memory lane, remembering the 9 months before their daughter was born.

inspired by hummingbird by maren morris

cw: mentions of pregnancy, jj’s dad, abuse, and swearing.

lowercase is intentional! wordcount: 2.1k

a/n: this song is so so so sweet :( one of my absolute favs from HQ. also we’re three away from a new writing series?? #IAMEMOTIONAL

“MAMA! MAMA! MAMA!”

y/n’s head whipped around the corner, before seeing her four year old daughter come barreling through the door, and ran straight into her arms, “you’ll never believe what dada and i did today!”

“what did you and dad do today?”y/n asked, before juliette beamed with absolute joy, “we went and saw uncle jb!” y/n’s face went into a surprised look, seeing jj out of the corner of her eye, “without me?!”

“dada had to pick up my birthday present for tomorrow!”juliette giggled, before wiggling out of her moms arms, and running down the hall, leaving y/n and jj standing there, looking at each other.

looking at jj, y/n could see the same boy that he was when the two were young kids, having one of their own almost five years ago.

→

YOU’RE MEXICO IN THE WINTER, YOU’RE TENNESSEE IN THE SPRING,

“this can’t be happening.”

the 18 year old girl whispered, standing over not one, not two, but five positive pregnancy tests, causing a 19 year old jj to come barreling into the bathroom. the two stood next two each other, staring at the tests, wondering how much their lives were about to change.

how could one beer turn into two best friends standing in the bathroom at the chateau, looking at positive pregnancy tests, with both not being able to wrap their head around it.

“they aren’t-”y/n cut jj off mid sentence, knowing exactly what he was going to say, “yes jj they are real.”

the two looked at each other, with a silent knowing that everything was about to change. jj quickly wrapped up the girl into a hug, one she quickly reciprocated back, knowing how dizzying and panicking this situation was about to be for the two.

“we’re going to be parents.”

YOU COME AND GO LIKE A WHISPER, LEAVING ME THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DREAM.

MONTH THREE

HUMMINGBIRD, HUMMINGBIRD, YOU’RE THE SOUND OF THESE STRINGS,

tightly gripping onto jj’s hand, y/n laid on the examination table, as her obgyn pressed the doppler to her stomach, and the sound of a heartbeat immediately filled the room, causing y/n to look over at jj, with her mouth slightly ajar.

“and there it is.”dr.meyer smiled, looking at the two teens, “a strong one too.”

“are they growing okay?”jj quickly asked, and dr.meyer nodded, “perfectly.”

“can we get photos?”y/n softly questioned, and the dr nodded, before pressing a few buttons on the machine. soon enough, the heartbeat stopped as the doppler was removed, and photos were handed to the two pogues.

“make sure you schedule an appointment for this time next month.”dr.meyers reminded the two before they left, and y/n sent her a soft smile before nodding. stopping by the front desk, the girl made an appointment, and the two left, heading back to the chateau.

the entire drive back was content, with music playing softly in the background, and soon enough the two were back to the chateau, with nobody else in sight. walking inside hand in hand, y/n glanced around, trying to see if anyone was around, before jj took the two into the spare bedroom, and the two were grinning ear to ear as y/n pulled the sonogram pictures out of her sweatshirt pocket.

“i can’t believe i’m carrying a tiny human.”y/n spoke softly in case any of the pogues came into the chateau, due to the two of them not telling anyone yet.

“i am so unbelievably proud of you.”jj mumbled against her skin as he tucked his head into the crook of her neck, looking at the photos with her, “the strongest girl i know.”

smiling down at the blonde, she kissed his forehead, before the two continued to look at the photos with admiration.

HUMMINGBIRD, HUMMINGBIRD, NOW YOUR HEART BEATS IN ME.

MONTH FOUR

I’VE BEEN WAITING ALL MY LIFE FOR YOUR COLORS,

“you know we can’t stay here for much longer right?”

jj looked over at y/n who sat on the bed scrolling through baby name websites, “what do you mean n/n?”

“the chateau can barely fit john b and the rest of our friends. i can guarantee you it will not fit a little maybank.”she brought up, and jj hummed, knowing she was right, “plus im pretty sure if we bring in a crib without them knowing it’ll raise some questions.”

“and that you are right.”jj mumbled, before flopping down next to her, “you got any ideas?”

“yeah. that little house down the road thats for rent.”she mentioned, causing jj to raise an eyebrow, “we can talk with the relator about it.”

“and we could paint hummingbirds room with little trees, and put all the decor we can afford in there.”y/n continued on, trying to completely sell the idea to jj.

“princess you had me sold when you said that it was down the road.”jj grinned, causing y/n to burst out giggling, getting excited over how many ideas the two were going to have for their child’s room.

“i can’t wait.”

NOT KNOWING YOU’VE BEEN WITH ME ALL ALONG.

MONTH FIVE

HUMMINGBIRD, HUMMINGBIRD, ON MY SKIN REST YOUR WINGS.

“okay, i think that’s it.”

john b placed the final box down in the new house as all the pogues stood around, and sarah asked the burning question, “hey, is there a certain reason why you guys just moved suddenly?”

“yes actually!”y/n exclaimed, before rushing towards the door, “stay here!”

quickly running out towards the car that the two had bought a few months back, the h/c girl grabbed the unmarked bags, and raced back inside before jj helped the girl hand them out to the rest of the pogues.

y/n and jj watched as the pogues opened up the bags, before kie and sarah’s lit up, “no way!”

y/n nodded before the girls started screaming, and pope grinned before high fiving jj, “i’m gonna be an uncle!”

“can i tell them?”jj looked down at y/n, asking for permission to reveal something that only the two had known. y/n nodded, knowing how excited the four were about to be.

“her name is gonna be juliette callie maybank.”

“its a girl?!”kie yelled, and the two laughed, before kie wrapped y/n in a hug, and the two squealed with joy, “i'm going to have a niece!” so much joy filled the room as the pogues were overjoyed for the two, so excited for jj to be a girl dad, almost as much as he was.

“we have to go shopping soon for her room!”sarah gasped, causing the two girls to look at her, “can you imagine how many clothes and little boots we can get for her!”

“that is definitely a day the three of us are setting up the nursery.”john b spoke up, causing all the pogues to laugh.

little jc was about to be so loved.

ILL HOLD YOU IN MY LOVING ARMS, BUT I’LL LET YOU FLY FREE.

MONTH SIX

ILL NEVER TRY TO CAGE YOU,

“are you excited to be a dad?”

jj looked over at john b as the two were building juliettes crib, and jj nodded with a small smile on his face, “surprisingly yeah.”

“i just don’t want her to have to go through what i did with luke.”jj brought up, screwing in a piece, “i wanna be there for her, i want her to trust me enough to come to me with anything without being worried if she’s gonna have the shit beat out of her.”

“jj you are nothing like luke.”john b reassured him, before tossing a piece over to him, “you saying you don’t want to abandon her just shows how much better you are than him.”

“thanks man.”jj told him, before the two heard honking outside, and they walked out, seeing the three girls and pope unloading two cars filled with bags. “holy shit.”john b laughed, seeing jj’s face fall knowing how much they would have to put away later.

“we’re back!”sarah announced, before y/n hopped out, with her baby bump finally showing, “help us out please!”

“what in gods name did you guys buy?”john b asked as jj wrapped y/n in a side hug, and both kie and sarah grinned, “clothes, blankets and toys!”

“but this much for a newborn?”pope questioned, and kie grabbed a few bags from the car, “it leads little maybank all the way up to 24 months old!”

“you’re kidding me.”jj gave them a ‘are you serious’ look, and the three nodded, “she’s set for the first two years!”

“i’m just-”jj cut himself off by shaking his head, and pressing a kiss to y/n’s, figuring how tired she was from standing most of the day.

“how much of the nursery did you guys get done?”y/n asked as the six walked into the maybank household, and jj lead the girl to the room.

“everything but the crib.”he grinned, and y/n looked up at him with such joy, “thank you jj.”

“little miss jc is gonna be so freaking loved.”

TAKE THE SKY THAT GOD GAVE YOU.

MONTH SEVEN

HUMMINGBIRD, HUMMINGBIRD, YOU’RE THE SOUND OF THESE STRINGS,

“jj can you hurry up! we’re going to be late for the photo shoot!”

“alright, alright i'm coming.”jj ran down the stairs, dressed in a white button up and some jeans. a wide grin spread across his face as he saw y/n dressed in a white dress, one they knew both opened up at the stomach.

“its less than five minutes away, we will be fine i promise you.”jj pressed a kiss to the girls head, before they were out the door and heading towards the destination. “i know but i want to get our photos before sunset.”

“and we will, i promise.”he reassured her, and sooner than they knew it, they had pulled up to the location, with the sandy beach ahead of them, revealing the icy blue ocean. maybe having a maternity photoshoot in the middle of april wasn't a great idea, but the two wanted them before they got all ramped up with fixing everything.

meeting up with their photographer masey, the two did the photoshoot without a hitch, before y/n headed into the freezing water, wanting to finish up the photoshoot quickly due to both the sun setting, and the temperatures dipping.

as soon as they were finished, jj wrapped y/n up tightly in a blanket, making sure to keep both her and jc warm. after the two had thanked their photographer, the two headed into the car, seeing the sun had now almost fully set.

“do you wanna stop by the wreck to see kie and grab some food?”jj asked, and a wide smile spread across y/n’s face as she nodded.

“i’d like nothing more than that right now and so would jc.”

HUMMINGBIRD, HUMMINGBIRD, ON MY SKIN REST YOUR WINGS.

MONTH EIGHT.

I’LL HOLD YOU IN MY LOVING ARMS,

“do you wanna hold her?”

jj looked over at y/n who had just woken up from a four hour nap, and she smiled seeing him holding their daughter. june 19th, six pounds, eight ounces and she was four weeks early. the two were absolutely ecstatic at her arrival, and so were her aunts and uncles. y/n nodded, before slowly sitting up, and jj carefully placed the girl into her mothers arms.

a wide smile immediately spread across y/n’s face as her daughter grabbed onto her index finger with all she had, making sure not to let go.

“she’s going to have your e/c eyes.”jj mentioned as he sat next to his two girls, looking down at the newest edition, “and definitely your kindness.”

“she is definitely going to have your charm thats for sure.”y/n fired back, causing the two to laugh slightly as juliette moved slightly in y/n’s arms. it was silent in the room for awhile (besides the obvious noise of machines), and the two sat there, soaking up time before y/n spoke up after awhile.

“hummingbird.”

jj looked at her, slightly confused before y/n looked at him back, “it was my nickname for jc before we had decided a name for her.”

a wide smile graced jj’s lips, before they looked back down at jc, admiring the girl with so much love.

BUT I’LL LET YOU FLY FREE.

HUMMINGBIRD, HUMMINGBIRD, NOW YOUR HEART BEATS IN ME.

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gokupowers · 3 years ago

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I would love to see John in your Euphoria AU if ur up for it :)

omfg.. i thought this day would never come!! hehe john is basically cassie s1 (i pretend s2 doesnt exist)

All the characters have their own backstory-heavy episode, along with plot (like euphoria duh) so i'll just paste his!

School photo for yearbooks: we see JOHN, DAVE, ROSE, KARKAT in various corny yearbook poses. Karkat is grimacing. Rose smirks. Dave has a small, cocky smile.

John has his smile so wide that it looks like it hurts.

PHOTOGRAPHER: Smile, John!

(CLICK)

(Narrator Voiceover)

Ever since John was a kid, that's all he ever did. Smile and imagine the better.

John’s favorite thing as a child was saying the right words. It was like magic: if he could put on a lopsided grin to show off his missing baby-teeth, then say something silly, his dad would suddenly stop looking so tired. The corners of his mouth would quirk up, and John always got his hair tousled for his efforts. It was awesome.

It kept being awesome: he felt like a superhero with a secret superpower, one only he knew about. He could make his Nana laugh in the middle of her dialysis treatments, even when she couldn’t remember his name. Nothing in the world came more satisfyingly to young John Egbert than earning a laugh or a smile.

So even when he couldn’t go to the arcade or see his friends because he had to take his grandma to physical therapy, even when she acted like he was a stranger or when he found himself unable to remember the sound of his mom’s laugh, it was all okay! Because through it all, John had his dad’s smile.

Sometimes, people thought he was stupid. At school, it was hard to focus on grammar or tenses or multiplication when he could tell jokes and play games. John thought he just knew what he wanted earlier than other kids. Why care about math when he could make someone else laugh? So making friends came easy to him: he loved to make people smile, and other people liked that.

When his Nana died, he was sad, of course he was. She had practically raised him, having been his mom, grandma, and closest confidante all in one wizened package. But guiltily, he was relieved. She wouldn’t forget his name again. Even more guiltily he thought: he wouldn’t have met Dave if she was still alive.

Halfway through fifth grade, his grandma had taken a turn for the worse, and his dad had decided to try a dialysis center far from the city. It was only for a couple months, he promised, but it meant John would have to finish the year in online school. At the time, John was fine with that; the less school, the more time he had for video games!

But after a week of Doritos fueled Halo marathons, reality set in. It was boring in the middle of nowhere! So he turned to the internet, a digital world right at his fingertips, alongside the rise and fall of Club Penguin. He mostly just dicked around, supposedly under parental supervision, but even Father Egbert had his limits in between a sick mother and a 9-5 job. So John goes into video game chatrooms and cycles through randoms, talking to anyone who would listen. Most of those he met were boring or lost to the ennui of the digital space, when there was a million other things to distract him.

He’s playing Halo when a guy spawn camps him and kills him. John is certifiably, and understandably, upset. That is, until John gets a friend request right after. Curious, he accepts.

What follows is an epic quest of purely digital revenge. The other player, another kid who went by TG, was getting camped and killed by this guy for weeks. So he's hatched a plan involving trickery, a slur, and a promise to get the camper banned. A couple grueling days of effort and one accidental (but totally planned) slur in the chat later, the player was banned, and John had a new friend.

So they talked and played for years, even when John went back to school and Nana died and left him and his father with enough inheritance to enroll in a fancy private school with rich kids.

He learns the kid’s name is Dave, and they video call often. He learns he loves irony (apparently), never takes his shades off, is fiercely loyal but would never say it in such simple terms, and is the kind of macho guy that John only thought existed in movies.

They've been through it all together. When Nana died, Dave let him talk about Nic Cage for hours and days, watching all of the worst movies in the world with John, talking over them. Dave is less forthcoming with his own life, but John knows simple facts. Dave goes to correspondence school. Sometimes Dave sees his classmates, but mostly only once every couple months. Dave’s brother is some kind of media mogul (though the day John realized Dave meant an “adult media” mogul, he gave him shit for weeks). Dave loves his brother, but they don't always get along. John gets that. His dad smokes enough tabacco to take decades off his lifespan, but John can't say anything about it because that’s just the way his father is. Like John, Dave was raised by a single father too. Kind of. John always found it weird that Dave called his dad Bro, but who was he to judge? He lived in a house full of harlequins and shaving cream: idiosyncratic adults was the one thing he understood intimately. They have the kind of intense brothership you can only have with someone you've played video games with since you were nine.

One Christmas, Dave gets permission to visit John during winter break and John spends months finding the perfect movies to watch, begging his dad for money to get Dave the perfect present. Dave draws him a shockingly well rendered nude of Nic Cage, alongside a replica of Liv Taylor's bunny, and John get him aviator glasses to replace the dorky anime ones his Bro gave him. John tells him it was Ben Stiller’s, and Dave plays along. John thinks Dave does a lot of playing along.

Dave and John fit together as brothers the way someone who's known you almost your entire life would, edges sanded down until they fit perfectly. He knows the glasses mean more to Dave than he let on with his solitary “thx” text. For Dave, the change in glasses means everything. It means not just being Bro’s little ‘brother.’

Besides that visit, Dave is mostly relegated to being a treat. A fun interaction he gets to have before bed, reading his texts and responding after a long day with other people who know him but don’t get him the same way Dave does. Its an indulgence he doesn’t really instead is indulgence until much later.

So when Dave’s Bro dies, John feels the same rush of guilt he had when Nana had. Dave had complained about his Bro enough that it painted a certain image, and though John didn’t know the specifics, he was relieved. And: Dave needed somewhere to stay, and John’s dad was willing to provide it. Who wouldn’t be overjoyed if they were told their best friend was going to move in with him?

When Dave shows up again, this time with more luggage than he had for the previous week-long stay, familiar shades over his eyes and an uncharacteristically shy smile on his face, John flings himself at Dave. One moment to marvel over his best bro’s shockingly built musculature after he’s caught, and John launches himself into their broship with the same enthusiasm he’s shown everything else in his life.

But after a month of bro-tinted glasses, John notices things. People never really expect him to: they see the dorky smile and the square glasses and assume certain things. John’s never been one to play to expectation, other than when it benefited him, of course. Dave’s aggressive, in a way that doesn’t show online. He’s not like Karkat, or even like Eridan, who are all bark but no bite. When John tries to tickle Dave, he gets a fist in the gut and a panicked apology in the span of a couple seconds. Its like he can’t help himself, testosterone and a need to prove himself boiling under his skin, constantly. John thinks that must be an exhausting way to live.

So when he ditches Dave at Eridan’s party to meet up with the cougar he’d matched with on Tinder, he’s not as shocked as he probably should have been when Dave comes home split knuckles and a gash down his arm. He’s also not shocked when Dave tries to kiss him while he was trying to administer sloppy first-aid.

When John decides to pretend that it didn’t happen, he knows Dave isn’t surprised either. This is just how the world is, sometimes. It’s a bitter pill, John thinks.

But better than the alternative.

#homestuck #hs #john egbert #dave strider #johndave #writing #ask #okay for reference daves feelings are actually reciprocated but john doesnt want to think about what that means/is in denial about his #own feelings like thats how he copes w things... denial #euphoria au #character study

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years ago

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a kiss from the moon | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: All these years, all these summers, Jeon Jungkook has loved you. His problem? You have no idea. Mostly because he has always said it far too platonically and thrown up in your lap after saying it. Drunk. Fuck. Oh, yeah, and you're also Park Jimin's best friend since preschool. Shit.

warnings: language; alcohol consumption; pining; JK gets distracted by (your) tits during his quest, typical; non-idol!BTS - purple-haired!Jungkook x sleepy af, noona!reader, ft Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung radiating big soulmate energy; childhood friends-to-lovers

yes, it's JK from the 'Butter' beach photos

“I love you!”

You lifted your head out of the mountain of pillows, groggy and hazy, squinting at the moonlight filtering through the floating curtains. The night breeze was warm, drifting in softly with the low hum of cicadas. But what was that other sound? That other sound was familiar, wasn’t it?

You heard your name being shouted, followed by, “Wake up!”

You made a face and stumbled out of the bed, sticking your head out of your bedroom window, your own hair flying back and smacking you in the face.

“Yah! Jeon Jungkook, are you trying to wake up the whole damn neighborhood?!”

“Get down here!”

You put on your best disgruntled expression and peered down at the form on your front lawn, shoving your own hair aside.

“What are you going on about?” you muttered, seeing Jeon Jungkook looking up at you, puffing his cheeks, long wet purple hair fading to gray because of the chlorine from swimming all night at that party Park Jimin had invited you to earlier today, to which you had responded, no thanks, I’m going to sleep all day, I worked three double shifts in a row and I have zero desire to be flung into your family’s swimming pool at this time, but I will acknowledge that your offer is very generous, and then promptly passing out for a good – you glanced at your phone with the pink bunny case Jungkook had given you two summers ago – ten hours and it was still not enough for you to comprehend why your best friend’s best friend was standing on your front lawn yelling at your parents’ house that you were watching for a month while they were in Italy getting drunk on far too expensive wine and eating cheese they probably couldn’t pronounce.

Jungkook was shirtless, clad only in orange swim shorts and sandals like a fucking hooligan. He was clutching a plastic red Solo cup and he threw it at the house, yelling your name again.

“Oh my fucking God, don’t litter, you idiot!” you bellowed back, throwing yourself away from the windowsill and crawling on the floor to your bedroom door like the evolution of mankind, making it from all fours to two legs by the time you got to the stairs – good thing too, you might have broken your neck if you were still disoriented – and you dragged yourself downstairs, yanking your white slip dress straight. Not your choice of pajamas. Your mom’s, who told you to be more ladylike, whatever the fuck that meant, and who also informed you in the same breath that it was your only choice of pajamas since they donated all your clothes from high school.

Awesome.

You go to university and your parents yeet all evidence that they had a child and go vacationing.

Good for them.

You wrenched your front door open and shoved your feet into your dad’s giant brown sandals and clapped your way over to the pink-faced, mildly drunk, shirtless man in swimming trunks on your front lawn.

“It’s two in the morning. Why are you standing here drunk and professing your love like some kind of deranged Romeo?” you sighed, rubbing your eyes. “Why aren’t you at Jimin’s?” You spied the red Solo cup and picked it up, whipping your head back to Jeon Jungkook.

He was staring at you with his mouth open.

Charming.

He didn’t say anything for a good ten seconds.

“Alright, fine, let me call my loser of a best friend and tell him to pick up his loser of a best friend, so I can go back to sleep,” you muttered, about to turn around.

Jungkook seemed to sputter back to life. “Wait, um, noona–”

“He speaks! He’s not dead.”

“A… Ah… Um…”

You squinted at him and reached up to knock the side of his head. “Hello? Anyone in there?”

Jungkook blurted out, “I love you.”

His breath smelled a lot like alcohol.

“Yeah, I got that. You also said that when I got you through your Chemistry and World History exams. Both times. You also say that to like, what, six of your guy friends? Don’t get me started on the amount of times you’ve said it and thrown up in my lap right after. Don’t do that this time,” you added sternly, prodding at his chest. “I’ve got one set of pajamas because my mom forgets that human beings change clothes, so throw up on the grass.”

“Uh… that’s pajamas…?”

“Lady pajamas,” you grumbled sarcastically, lifting the lid and chucking the crumpled Solo cup into your parents’ trash can. “Since I’m not lady enough apparently according to my mom, even though I’m ninety-nine percent sure giant band t-shirts are completely unisex but, whatever, it’s just a dress, not a big deal.”

“Um.”

You looked at Jungkook, who looked back at you, who put your hands up and gestured him to say something, who in response rose his hands and flapped them in confusion, giving you absolutely zero helpful communication. The movement reminded you he had gotten his right arm and hand tattooed in the last couple years, the black ink standing out against tan skin. You hadn’t seen him too many times during your university years, too busy completing research papers and staying late nights in laboratories, only to now end up working on hospital software and sitting on your ass all day. Life, eh? These past three days were spent on working through bugs for the next software update and you had maybe lost all social skills as you attempted to unravel lines of code that you stared at for forty-eight out of the past seventy-two hours.

Fun!

“Do you need a cookie? A shower? The Bible?” you offered, waving your hands. “Maybe tell me why you’re here, yes?”

He was staring and you realized you were slightly bent over in your gesture, your breasts firmly pressed into the cups of the slip dress. You straightened and Jungkook’s wide dark brown eyes went back to your face.

“I… I didn’t realize you had come back, noona.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about? I told Jimin last week. He said he was hanging out with you and Taehyung. I figured he’d just tell you guys then.”

Jungkook shook his head quickly, gray-purple hair flying about. He pointed to the left, where Jimin’s house was several blocks over. “He only mentioned it just now, when he was throwing up in the bathroom from doing eight shots in a row because Taehyungie dared him.”

“…. Maybe he needs the Bible…” you muttered, shaking your head.

Then the realization hit you.

“Did you walk here from Jimin’s and straight up abandon the party?”

Jungkook tilted his head and thought about it. “Yeah.”

You looked around to find the camera and see if you were being pranked, but there was no camera because this life wasn’t purely for entertainment, right? Nah, this wasn’t The Matrix.

Mhm.

“Hah, well, what’s wrong? Are you upset I didn’t go to the party or something? I had three double-shifts this week, I wasn’t going to be any fun passed out before actually drinking–”

“Yoongi-hyung was passed out before drinking.”

“In some ways, I swear that guy and I are the same person,” you laughed, shaking your head. “Anyway, I’m sorry I didn’t go and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I really banked on Jimin not being an airhead, but once again he is, so maybe I should reconsider him as my best friend…”

“Noona, I…”

You looked up from your mental consideration of Park Jimin’s pros and cons, the first pro being he punched that ex of yours that cheated on you with some Tinder hookup and that was already enough to stop contemplating, so you blinked at Jungkook curiously, looking into wide brown eyes, long strands of ash-purple floating around his handsome face from the night breeze, brushing against his parted lips, highlighting the mole underneath them, placed perfectly in the center like a kiss from the moon itself.

“Can I take a shower and sleep it off here?”

You tilted your head. “Yeah, sure. You can borrow my dad’s clothes. You should call Jimin though. You don’t want him to panic that he lost you.”

“Y… Yeah, okay…”

Jeon Jungkook really thought he could say it this time.

Collected all his courage and ran, ran as fast as he could, couldn’t believe Jimin had neglected to say she was coming home over the summer for more than a day, days without her reminding Jungkook that he was a coward for not saying it when he could have, having lost his most important person in the world because he was too afraid of telling Park Jimin that he was in love with his best friend.

He remembered that smile wearing nothing but a large t-shirt, sitting on Jimin’s bedroom floor, crushing all of them at UNO and cackling as Jimin blew up for ending up in last place for the third time in a row, yelling that the game was rigged, and Jungkook remembered thinking, I should tell her tonight.

And he didn’t.

He remembered her saying to Taehyung that she just wasn’t into girly things. They were having this argument over pizza and Taehyung was waving his around saying she should at least try a dress on every once in a while, never know, might actually like it, and her rolling her eyes as she shot back that she didn’t have to do anything just because it was stereotypical for her gender. Taehyung told her to stop using big words and waved his hands, accidentally flinging his pizza slice into her lap, and Jungkook remembered thinking, I should tell her after we clean up.

And he didn’t.

He remembered seeing her prepare to leave for university once again, holding a small package from the internet and handing it to her, a small but practical belated birthday gift, both of them surprised when she opened it, not the matte black phone case he had ordered, but somehow mixed up with a pink bunny phone case that had no business being owned by someone who didn’t like girly things.

“Oh, shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t order this–”

And she laughed, shaking her head. “That’s okay, I gotta go, thanks anyway, Jungkook!”

The years went by and every year Jungkook told himself, this is the one, and every year he just couldn’t say it.

He thought he could say it now, drunk and furious at Jimin for not preparing him for this moment, but on his way here Jungkook figured that perhaps this was preferred, that maybe it was better that he couldn’t sit around nervously overthinking what to say.

But, of course, the problem was…

He had already said it in a platonic way.

Shit.

He really fucked himself throughout the years.

Jungkook sighed, now wearing borrowed clothes, holding the note of her handwriting as he rubbed his hair with the towel.

I washed your shorts and they’re hang-drying now. You can sleep in the guest room. I left a glass of water and some hangover meds. If you need anything, I’ll be asleep but you can attempt to wake the dead if you want.

He walked down the hall, towel around his shoulders. Her bedroom door was open. He stood outside the entrance, sighing, seeing her sleeping form and her bedside table, her phone sitting on the charger.

His breath caught in his throat as he recognized that pink bunny phone case.

“Where’s Jungkook?”

“Probably at her parents’ place, confessing his love,” Kim Taehyung snickered, picking up the beer bottles left behind next to the pool.

“Hah, of course he would leave without cleaning up,” Park Jimin grumbled, pushing the recycling bin along as Taehyung tossed each bottle inside.

“You think he’s gonna tell her?”

“He didn’t even tell me,” Jimin muttered, shoving used napkins into the bag hanging off the side of the recycling bin that he was going to toss into the trash later. “I had to find out from you. I think he’s hopeless. Why does he like her anyway? She’s fun to be around, yeah, she’s good at school, yeah, knows a lot of random facts, yeah, if you get into philosophy with her like Namjoon-hyung does, you begin to question humanity and reality, yeah, but other than that…”

“You hitting on your best friend, dude?”

“I mean, she’s kinda hot, she wouldn’t say no to me.”

Taehyung snorted.

Jimin smacked him in the ass with the recycling bin.

“Anyway, he’s probably just standing in her bedroom creepily watching her sleeping.”

Jungkook stared down at her sleeping form.

He looked up, looking out the window into the late, late night. He was tired, and yet he couldn’t sleep, too busy wondering.

I don’t deserve her if I’m not brave enough to say it.

“Jungkook?”

You squinted at the large form in your bedroom.

“Why are you just staring moodily out the window?” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes. “Is something wrong? Are you hungry? I can make you a snack…”

“Noona, do you know what the worst feeling in the world is?” he asked softly, still looking out into the warm night.

You grunted and scrunched up your face. “Stepping on a Lego?”

You heard Jungkook laugh and you smiled a little despite your groggy state, hearing a little bit of his old self, the younger Jungkook hanging out with you, Jimin, and, later, Taehyung, the four of you getting up to no good. Somehow, in the past few years, he had gotten quieter and quieter, at least around you, but then again you only came home to visit for a day or two before going back to university.

“Have you ever been in love, noona?”

“Yeah, with the red bean popsicles they used to sell at the ice cream trucks, but then they stopped, those assholes, I’ve never been so heartbroken in my life,” you grumbled, remembering the day where the ice cream man told you they were sold out and your young teenage heart shattering.

“I love you, you know.”

Was this a fever dream? Why did he keep repeating himself? You looked over to his back, still looking outside onto the street, the street where you all used to run and laugh every summer, pretending you were surviving in the wild and not in the middle of a suburban neighborhood, sitting around sipping lemonade and complaining about the heat even though you all could have gone inside, lighting sparklers at night and seeing whose would last the longest even though such a thing was only based on chance anyway.

“Is that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?” he added quietly.

“The worst thing I’ve ever heard was accidentally hearing Jimin jacking off. Twice.”

Jungkook finally turned around, giving you a disgusted look. “What?”

You placed a hand on your face and sighed heavily, trying not to remember. “For some reason he thinks the bathroom isn’t echoey or something, like, at least do it in the shower, so the water masks the sound…” You chuckled, shaking your head. “Anyway, I would much rather hear you say you have love for me than listening to Jimin getting off.”

“I don’t have love for you.”

You raised your hand from your face and shifted your gaze to him, half-smile lingering on your lips from remembering Jimin’s carelessness. You made eye contact the second the words left his mouth, those brown eyes shrouded in shadows, but still so clear, a little helpless, a little sad.

“I’m in love with you,” Jungkook whispered softly.

Your eyes widened.

A soft breeze swept through the window, lifting the purple-gray strands from Jungkook’s face, revealing his lost, desolate expression.

The cicadas hummed.

A car alarm honked loudly, screeching through the night.

Both you and Jungkook jerked to face the window. You bolted out of bed and you both threw your hands onto the edge of the window, yanking it shut, wincing at the loud noise.

“Ah, jeez… what the hell…?” you groaned, slumping to the ground.

“What’s with people…?” Jungkook muttered, falling to the floor beside you, yanking the towel off his shoulders.

“Fuck, I pressed the wrong button!”

“Taehyung, what the hell, turn it off!”

“I was just trying to put the tangerines your parents gave me in my car!”

“I don’t care what you were doing, turn it off!”

“Anyway, sorry, you were saying something important and you got interrupted by some dumbass,” you sighed, nudging Jungkook with your shoulder.

“Uh… well, that was it…”

You blinked at him, tilting your head. “What, that you’re in love with me?”

“Y… Yeah?”

You blinked some more.

“Not the, want to go to the arcade and see who can get the highest score in PAC-MAN or go watch shitty action movies and rate the unrealistic plot lines or dare each other to eat whatever expired delicacy is in Taehyung’s fridge, kind of love?”

Jungkook made a repulsed face. “I regret eating that tofu. Don’t think I can ever look at uncooked tofu without gagging a little now…”

You leaned over and caught his eye.

“Do you mean the… want to date and get married and make babies, kind of love?”

His lips parted and the moonlight lit the small mole placed perfectly underneath his lower lip.

A delicate kiss from the moon itself.

Then you realized he was staring at your tits.

You yanked the neckline up a little and Jungkook started, looking back up at you with wide eyes.

“Sorry, I’m just not used to you in a dress, sorry, I’m being really rude–”

“It assures me that you’re at least interested in the making babies part,” you chuckled.

His ears turned red and he reached up to cover them, trying not to look down. “S… Sorry…”

“So…?”

He chewed on his lip, messing with his earrings with his fingertips. “Um… yeah, that kind of love. The latter kind.”

You lowered your hand. “You’re not messing with me, right? I swear, if this is one of Taehyung’s elaborate ideas to mess with me, I’m going to ki–”

Jungkook shook his head quickly, purple hair flying about. “I’m not joking around. I wanted to tell you for a long, long time, but…” His eyes darted about, panicking a little, before looking back to you helplessly. “You’re Jimin’s best friend, besides Taehyung, and what if… what if you thought I was gross or something and then I don’t think I could hang out with you guys anymore, but then you went to that prestigious university far away and I thought, I’m so stupid, I should have said something, anything, but every time I could even think about it, I didn’t know what to say, nothing seemed right…”

He let out a big sigh and tapped his head against the windowsill, closing his eyes.

“Also, I said it before and threw up in your lap right after, so that kinda fucked me up.”

“Can’t say I was really feeling the romance, yeah.”

He groaned and covered his face with his hands.

“I’d date you though. For real.”

Jungkook removed his hands and blinked at you. “What?”

You chuckled. “Why are you acting so surprised? I’m not going to date Jimin, blergh, I’ve known that guy since I was in preschool. I’m not dating Taehyung, I’m pretty sure he’s on a different brainwave than other human beings.”

You smiled at him and turned around to pick up your phone, holding it up.

“I don’t like girly things or cute things very much, but I kept your gift because it was from you and, funnily enough, I think it made me realize that I was rejecting femininity because society puts such a negative connotation on things young women like and because my friends growing up were primarily male, thus I wanted to seem cool or relatable so I rejected stereotypically feminine concepts…”

“… What?”

Now it was a confused what.

“Uh, never mind,” you laughed awkwardly, putting your phone back on your nightstand. “Anyway, Jungkook, you made me realize things about myself, and I love being around you, but I thought a handsome guy like you would want to date a pretty girl, and I’m not really that.”

Jungkook furrowed his brows. “What are you talking about? You’re the prettiest girl in the world. No one could ever be prettier than you.”

You felt your neck heat. “Yo, don’t inflate my ego when it’s not the truth,” you chuckled sheepishly, waving a hand. “You’ve been drinking anyway. Alcohol makes everyone prettier.”

“It’s the truth.”

Was he drunk or were you drunk? Why was Jeon Jungkook getting closer?

“Would you really date me?”

You stared into those chocolate eyes and smiled.

“Yes, I would.”

And you leaned forward and kissed him.

His eyes widened, staring at you and you closed your eyes, pressing your lips to his, inhaling his scent, memories of hot summers and mirthful laughter filling your head, standing beside Jungkook and kicking Jimin and Taehyung’s ass at table tennis even though Jungkook was doing most of the work, finishing a movie together after Jimin and Taehyung had passed out on the couch on top of each other and talking excitedly about it until you both fall asleep, getting lamb skewers after Jimin and Taehyung went off to eat ramen in a huff, unable to agree on the same meal as a foursome, but it was fine, no, better than fine, perfect even.

Because you were with Jungkook.

You broke the kiss and opened your eyes, smiling at him.

He blinked slowly, looking down at you.

“Noona…”

His hand raised, fingers spreading out longingly. You quickly reached up and pushed it back down.

“Jungkook, I swear, I do want to touch you in a less than holy way, but maybe not when you’re wearing my dad’s clothes, including his underwear, because that’s really fucking weird.”

Jungkook looked down at the brown t-shirt and beige shorts. “Oh. Yeah. Right.”

“You know, come to think of it, I feel like Taehyung has slowly stolen Jimin from me over the years, so maybe this was fated…” you mumbled, remembering at the moments you had shared with Jungkook were because your other two friends had abandoned you.

“I feel you, sometimes I feel like a third wheel…”

“I’m so sleepy.”

“I’ll tuck you in first, but I’m going to get us some water so we don’t die tomorrow morning.”

“Ugh, Jimin, bring another pillow please.”

“Hah, fine, but you’re buying breakfast tomorrow…”

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dangerouslyallaboutdraco · 3 years ago

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Hey it’s me again I was wondering if maybe you can do a part 2 to my request maybe Harry and reader catching up and explaining where she was and how the Malfoy’s took care of her all those years and like maybe some wedding planning and the actual wedding (maybe Narcissa or Harry kinda want Narcissa Bc she was like the mother she didn’t have those years walk her down the aisle but I bet why it would be Harry also ) and the vows maybe something to do with stars cuz I have this trope where Draco loves looking at the stars and they did that as a couple and maybe their honey moon. This can be just as long if you want I just really enjoyed the first one thank you so much!! 💙✨

The Potter Twins pt 2

A/n: This is going to be long... @loxbbg

Read part 1 here

"I'm going out, Dray." Y/n mentioned as she opened the front door. Draco jumped off the couch and raced over.

"Without a kiss?" He asked, raising his eyebrows. Draco pulled her into his body by the belt loops of her jeans, holding her hips. Y/n leant up, placing her lips on his as she cradled his face.

Draco tried to deepen the kiss, parting his lips slightly.

Y/n pulled back from him. "I can't be late, Draco." She told him firmly, looking into his eyes. They were her favourite colour. If she could, she would gaze at them for the rest of her life. She was going to try.

"Where are you off to?" Draco questioned, realising he had no idea why she would be leaving before lunch.

"Having lunch with Harry," Y/n said, beaming.

It had been a week since the final feast. Y/n quickly filled Draco in on everything that they discussed. Draco was thrilled to know Harry didn't hate him and that the twins were making up. Y/n and Harry had been sending letters back and forth since.

They finally both had a few free hours to meet for lunch. Harry had suggested a muggle cafe near the entrance of Diagon Alley.

Y/n felt nervous as she walked into the cafe. It weakened when Harry got up to embrace her. It immediately made her feel better.

The twins sat down, eventually ordering some food. They could both tell the light-hearted conversation was about to get deep.

Harry asked the first question. "Where were you last year?" He asked.

Y/n signed before answering. "The last time I was at Hogwarts was when you and Draco duelled in the bathroom. Narcissa came. I thought she was there for him. But she said I had to leave with her right then. No one knew I was even leaving aside from Snape." She explained. Harry nodded along with her words, soaking it in. "After that, I went to one of the old Black Family houses. It was in the very South of England, right near a cliff. There were spells placed all over it so no one could find me. Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco were the only ones who knew."

Harry's eyebrows furrowed. "Lucius?" He pushed.

It surprised Y/n how similar they were. It was the same question she'd thought of. "I didn't know until after the battle, but before the Quidditch World Cup, Narcissa had made an unbreakable vow with him that I wouldn't be hurt." She explained.

"Oh," Harry said with a nod.

Y/n could tell he was thinking about how Lucius had been Voldermort's second. "I know. He wasn't a good person." She affirmed. "He did hate me until very recently."

"I'm glad Narcissa did that," Harry told her. "I'm very grateful she declared I was dead, even if it was for Draco's benefit."

Y/n had only just found out about that. "She wanted Draco to be happy."

"So, you're close to her?" Harry shyly asked, not meeting her eyes.

Y/n nodded quickly. "Yeah. I probably owe her my life." She mentioned. Thankfully, they were able to laugh about it. "What happened to you after the duel?" She asked Harry.

He definitely looked like it wasn't something he wanted to talk about. Guilty even. "Snape gave me detention for the rest of the year." Harry guiltily admitted. "I feel terrible about it now. He was standing there defenceless, and I just hit him with the Sectumsempra spell."

"He was crying," Y/n told Harry, making his face drop even more. "He knew what was about to happen."

"I had no idea," Harry admitted, feeling terrible about hurting Draco. "Was he alright?"

Y/n nodded. "Snape gave him the countercurse. I'm not sure what happened once I left him in the hospital wing, but he came to see me on the Ravenclaw vs Gryffindor Quiddich match."

"I can fill in some blanks?" Harry offered. Y/n quickly nodded, prompting him to continue. "Ginny and I got together." He mentioned, a blush forming on his cheeks as well as a smile. Y/n found it adorable how much he obviously loved her. "I served detentions. Then it was the 30th of June."

Y/n knew what part of the story was about to come up. Well, she knew what Draco knew. She anticipated finding out the other side.

Harry continued. "Dumbledore and I went to find the Horcrux. We did, destroyed it, and escaped. When we got back, Dumbledore froze me, but I watched him die." Harry let one tear slip out of his eyes.

"I'm sorry," Y/n told him, placing her hand on top of his. "Draco brought them in through the Vanishing Cabinet. He was tasked, by Voldermort, to kill Dumbledore."

"He didn't." Harry quickly shook his head. "He wasn't that morally corrupted. I've always admired him for not doing it." He confessed. "Snape had to do it, but then he fled."

"Dumbledore tried to protect you." Y/n realised. Harry nodded. "He knew you'd fight Draco."

Harry agreed, crying a few more tears. "Yeah, he knew he had to die. Snape was the half-blood prince. McGonagall became head then." Harry recounted.

"That was it?" Y/n asked.

Unfortunately, Harry shook his head. "No, there was a funeral. But I broke up with Ginny so she'd be protected."

"I'm sorry, H, that can't of been easy." Y/n apologised. Harry nodded sadly, still believing it was the right thing to have done. "Where did you go after that?" She asked, now curious about what Harry had been doing.

"On the run. Moody died over the summer, as well as Hedwig." Y/n felt terrible for him for that.

"Was it on the 27th of July?" Y/n asked him, remembering how weird Edwige acted that day. Harry nodded while looking confused. "Edwige was acting really odd." That made Harry smile at how similar their owls even were. "What else?" She asked.

Harry thought about it for a second, trying to recount the terrible events of the year. "I met Ted and Andromeda Tonks." He remembered. Narcissa's long-lost sister. She had spoken to Y/n about her, tears always in her eyes. There was also a photo of them, Bellatrix, Narcissa, and Andromeda, on the mantlepiece. "Bill and Fleur got married. It was a beautiful wedding." Harry recounted. "But it was attacked by death eaters."

"That was the fall of the Ministry," Y/n added. "Rufus Scrimgeour died because he wouldn't tell them where you were." Harry rose his eyebrows, choking out a sob.

"After the wedding, we went to London. We got attacked by death eaters but wiped their memories." Harry recounted the challenging, scary fight. "We stayed at the Black family house, and I learnt about Regulus?"

Y/n had heard that name before from Narcissa. "Regulus Black? Wasn't he Sirius' younger brother?" She asked, having seen a family tree Narcissa kept.

Harry nodded. "He wasn't a death eater, although he pretended to be until he died." He informed her. "I argued with Lupin." Y/n's eyes widened, knowing how fond he was of Lupin. "He wanted to join the quest, but I really didn't think he should be abandoning their baby."

"Hold on. Baby?" Y/n asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Oh, yeah," Harry remembered he had fully explained that part of the story. "Tonks was pregnant. Teddy is the most adorable kid." He told her. Y/n smiled at how wide Harry was smiling. "We infiltrated the ministry to get the Horcrux Umbridge had." He told her. "Then we camped and moved around a lot."

Y/n wondered what it was like. She wondered if it was something Harry enjoyed.

"Ron left after a while. Before Christmas Hermione, and I visited mum and Dad's graves." Harry continued to tell her. "Ron came back, save me, and destroyed another Horcrux." He continued the story. "We went to see Mr. Lovegood, who told the Ministry where we were. But he also told us about the Deathly Hallows."

"What else?" She asked.

"In March, we got captured and taken to the Manor." Harry hesitantly told her, knowing it was going to be a sensitive topic. "Dobby died." He let another few tears slide. "But we escaped with Luna and the other prisoners."

Y/n didn't know what to say. "What was it like? Being trapped there?"

Harry wasn't sure he wanted to answer. "Bad. Bellatrix tortured Hermione." That hurt Y/n's heart. The thought of her long-lost friend being hurt.

"She was crazy," Y/n confirmed. Harry nodded sadly.

"Teddy was born, and then it was the battle," Harry told her the rest of the story. He assumed she already knew or didn't want to know what happened at the battle. And, he didn't want to tell her about the horrible events.

"I'm very proud of you." Y/n made sure to tell him. "I know mum and dad would be too."

"Did he take care of you?" Harry asked.

Y/n assumed he was referring to Draco. "Yes, always." She told him.

"And you love him?" He asked. Y/n didn't even have to think before she nodded. "I'm glad you're okay."

"Me too." She replied. "Ginny's good too?"

Harry unintentionally smiled. "The very best." He checked his watch, glasses tipping off his nose. "I should get going though, I've got to watch Teddy." Y/n only realised then that it was already 2pm.

"Oh, of course," Y/n said, getting up to give him a hug. "I'll see you again soon?" She asked.

Harry nodded. "Yeah, definitely."

Y/n turned back to him before he could leave. "Harry, will you come to the wedding. Ginny too?"

"I'd love to." He told her.

"Good. I'll see you later." Y/n waved goodbye to him before they both walked off in different directions.

Y/n used a portkey to get back to the Black house. She expected to have Draco waiting for her, but he wasn't there.

"Dray? Where are you?" She asked as she closed the front door and looked around. He wasn't in the lounge where he usually was.

"Kitchen." The reply came. She made her way there to see Draco and Narcissa sitting around the crisp white kitchen island. "Leave while you still can," Draco told her, a smirk on his lips.

Narcissa quickly fixed that with a slap on his arm. "Draco Lucius Malfoy, that is not something my future daughter-in-law would do." She told him sternly.

Draco rolled his eyes, landing himself another slap. "Ow, child abuse." He squealed. Y/n giggled at their playful interaction. Narcissa just raised her eyebrows at him.

She turned to Y/n. "Come here, sweetheart." She ushered Y/n over into a hug. Y/n quickly wrapped her arms around Narcissa, savouring the moment.

When they pulled away, Draco was waiting with open arms for his fiancee. Y/n gave him a quick peck on the lips, which he, like always, tried to deepen.

She didn't let him, opting to pull away and look at whatever was on the kitchen island.

"We're wedding planning," Narcissa informed her. Y/n could see that, from the copious amounts of wedding reading material, inspiration photos, and to-do lists. It looked endless but exciting. "Take a seat." She commanded.

Y/n followed the instructions, going to get her own stool. Instead, Draco pulled her in to sit on his lap, resting his head on her shoulder and locking his hands around her waist to keep her steady.

Narcissa raised her eyebrows at her son, fearing Y/n would be a distraction for him. "I'll focus better, promise," Draco assured her, having seen that look before. She nodded slightly before starting through the whole binder.

"The first question is, when do you want to get married?"

The couple looked at each other. It wasn't something they had thought about. "Maybe winter?" Draco suggested.

Y/n nodded in agreement. "We did start dating in September when it started getting colder." She mentioned.

"Alright, so February or January?" Narcissa asked.

Draco nodded on her shoulder. "What about December 10th?" He asked.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at the mop of blonde hair on her shoulders. "Why that date?" She asked.

"We went to Hogsmeade together then," Y/n remembered now. No one knew they were dating apart from Blaise, Pansy, Theo, and Daphne, but they snuck off to kiss in the snow. She remembered how beautiful Draco had looked, freezing fingertips holding her face. She smiled at the memory and nodded.

Narcissa couldn't help but smile at them. They reminded her so much of herself and Lucius. Young and in love. "Alright. We've got about 5 months then." She said, opening the binder.

It was colour-coded with an index. Y/n could tell how excited Narcissa was.

"We're already out from where we need to be, so we've got a lot to get done." Narcissa sternly let them know. "To start with, we need a guest list." She told them, turning to the first page.

"Uh, well, Pans, Blaise, Theo, and Daph." Y/n started as Narcissa wrote.

Draco jumped in. "Those idiots Crabbe and Goyle. Whichever Black family members you want there."

Narcissa sighed. "Probably all of them then." She continued to jot down the rest of the names.

"Marcus Flint," Draco mentioned, thinking back to the old Quidditch captain. "Adrian Pucey too. Actually, just all of the Quidditch team." He told her.

"Harry, Ron, the whole Weasly family." Y/n continued on from Draco's list. "Hermione, Neville, Luna." Narcissa continued to write down the rest of the names they gave her.

They ended up with a list of well over 100.

"What about the Dursleys?" Narcissa questioned. It made Y/n tense.

Draco noticed and rubbed her hand. "Yes." She was hesitant to agree. "I'd like them to be invited, but I doubt any of them will come." At least then, she could say she had tried. "Could we have Andromeda and Ted Tonks too? With Teddy." She asked slowly, not wanting to upset Narcissa.

Narcissa nodded just as slowly. "Yeah, I think that would be a good idea." Y/n loved the idea that the sisters might make up. "Okay, perfect, so now we need a venue. It's going to have to be pretty big with all the people you want to have." Narcissa said, flipping a page.

Y/n looked at Draco and squinted her eyes. Draco tipped his head to show her he was thinking about it. She was so happy they were in it together.

"I'd love a castle." Draco declared.

Y/n could see it in her mind. A grand castle, fallen snow, fairy light. Grand and very Malfoy-like.

She nodded. "Yes, please." She looked back to Narcissa with a smile.

"Okay, I think I can make that happen. Are you thinking of a winter wonderland theme?" She asked.

Y/n shook her head. "Could we do a royalty theme?" She asked.

"Yes!" Draco cheered. Y/n could feel the excitement radiating off him.

"What does that look like?" Narcissa asked, still writing down ideas of what they wanted.

"Gold." Draco decided, making both the women giggle. "I mean golden chairs, chandeliers, white roses." He was definitely used to a certain life. And Y/n was ready to fit into it.

Narcissa nodded. "So very magnificent and exquisite." Draco and Y/n agreed with that. They both trusted her to know what she was doing. Plus, she would make sure she got exactly what they wanted. "So, that means you're going with a formal dress code."

Draco let Y/n have the lead on that. "I don't want a black or white tie dress code. I want formal, but I'd like to give a colour pallet."

Narcissa smiled. "Yes, I think it's a good idea. Just so everyone fits together in photos."

"Exactly." It was something Y/n had wanted since she saw the Dursley's wedding pictures. Different people in hundreds of different colours. That was not what she wanted.

Narcissa flicked a few more pages over. "Alright, what do you want for food?"

"A cake!" Draco exclaimed with a happy grin.

Y/n stroked a finger through his hair. "Obviously." She looked back to Narcissa with a smile. "I think a fancy sit-down dinner." She thought.

"It's like you read my mind," Narcissa commented with a laugh.

Y/n laughed back. "For desserts, I think a selection of lavish options. Maybe a cheesecake, panna cotta, something like that."

Narcissa nodded. "How about lemon meringue pie too."

Draco smiled, knowing it was his mother's favourite. "I think candy from Hogsmeade, too." He chimed in.

"Okay, we can do all of that. I think we should do fancy cocktails, too. Maybe a His and Hers one?" She suggested. Both of them quickly nodded. "Alright. I'm going to sort out all of the photographers, but what are you thinking for music?"

"String quartet for the ceremony, but I think something more fun after." Draco put in his own opinion. Y/n agreed with it.

Narcissa wrote down what he was telling her. "Lovely, so we are going to need to get booking a lot of appointments." She told them. "Firstly, wedding dress shopping. Y/n, we have an appointment in a month with a top London dress designer." Y/n's eyebrows raised, excited at that fact. "We're going to need to pick bridesmaid before the second appointment."

She already knew who she wanted. "Pansy as the maid of honour. Daph, Hermione, and Ginny."

Narcissa seemed surprised by how prepared she was but wrote the names down regardless. "Perfect. Just to get sidetracked, Draco, groomsmen?"

Draco raised his eyebrows and frowned. "Blaise as my main man and Theo. Let me think about the rest." He told her.

"So, we also need appointments for engagement photos, suit fittings, cake tastings, dress fittings, florists, and hair and makeup trials." She listed off. That idea made both Y/n and Draco stressed. There was so much to do.

"Maybe we just elope?" Draco suggested, nuzzled into Y/n's neck.

Narcissa raised one eyebrow, giving him a pointed look. "That's not funny." She told him seriously. It didn't stop the giggles coming out of his mouth.

"Okay, we've got save-the-dates to send out ASAP. I'll get that done." Narcissa told them. "Then you're going to need to register for gifts."

Draco clapped his hands. "Ooo, exciting."

"They're usually staples like sheets, pots, and pans." Narcissa wiped the smirk off his face with her playful taunt. "We've also got to find a place for the rehearsal dinner. And figure out a honeymoon."

"What do we need to do?" Y/n asked her, knowing Narcissa would be in charge of most of it. She wanted to make it as easy on her future mother-in-law as possible.

"Register for gifts, decide where you want to go on a honeymoon, write some vows and, Y/n, come to the dress fitting," Narcissa ordered them. Y/n and Draco both nodded in agreement. "I'm going to go back to the Manor then." She said, putting all of her copious amounts of paper away.

Y/n and Draco both gave her goodbye hugs. They thanked her for all she had done and was planning to do.

As soon as Draco had closed the door, he was tugging Y/n into him. His firm hands gripping her hips. He lent down to place his lips onto hers. It was rough and just the way she liked it.

"Mmm, Dray." Y/n moaned against his lips.

Draco smirked at her. "I missed you." He complained.

"Clearly." Y/n joked before pulling him back in for another kiss. "Wanna show me how much you missed me?" She asked, a shy smile on her face.

Draco couldn't help but nod rapidly before latching his lips back onto hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth. "Jump." He mumbled against her lips, wrapping his arms around her hips.

Y/n complied, wrapping her legs around Draco's waist while he carried her to bed.

Wedding planning was time-consuming. While Narcissa was taking the lead, there was a lot for Y/n and Draco to do.

Her bridal fitting was one of the first events. Narcissa went with her to the first one, where she found a dress. It was layered floor length, with thin straps, lace, and sparkles. The perfect mix of traditional and glamourous.

As soon as she tried it on she knew it was perfect. The look on Narcissa's face reassured her it was the perfect one.

"Oh, wow. You look stunning." Narcissa let out, wiping a tear out of her eyes as she put a hand over her mouth. She got up off her seat to walk over and look in the mirror with Y/n. "You've grown so much since I met you." She mentioned, pushing a strand of Y/n's hair behind her ears.

There were tears in Y/n's eyes then too. "I think this is the one." She said a smile on her face.

Narcissa nodded. "It's absolutely flawless." She smiled, still admiring the younger girl.

They brought it that same day. It was staying at the Bridal store until the bridesmaids' fittings.

Y/n had decided she wanted silk green emerald dresses for the bridesmaids. Their fitting was only a month later.

"Y/n, you look great!" Pansy said, running up to her friend in the streets of London. Y/n embraced her with a smile.

Daphne hugged Y/n after. Then Hermione and Ginny turned up.

Y/n had seen them, a lot. More than once a week. It was like no time was lost between them. They fell quickly back into being friends.

Surprisingly, Y/n had introduced Hermione and Ginny to Pansy and Daphne, and they seemed to be getting on.

"Hi, you guys," Y/n said as she hugged Hermione and Ginny. She introduced them to Narcissa before they all went into the bridal shop.

"Okay, we have to see you in your dress first Y/n." Pansy cheered, already drinking her champagne.

Narcissa had insisted on the best, most private fitting. The whole store had been rented out for them so they could sit on the luxurious sofas and try on dresses.

Y/n nodded, running off to the changing rooms to dry the dress on. She couldn't help the giddy feeling in her stomach.

When she came out, all of their mouths dropped. She looked flawless.

"It's stunning." Hermione was the first to speak, the rest of them nodding with what she said.

Y/n did a little turn for them, eliciting more gasps.

When she changed back into her normal clothes, she went to show them the bridesmaids' dress options.

They were mismatched shades of blue. A dusty blue, teal blue, ocean blue, and blueberry blue.

"It's so pretty." Ginny agreed.

"I want to see you all in them," Y/n commanded with a giggle before she handed out the dresses.

Pansy walked out in the darkest blue, Hermione in dusty, light blue, Ginny in teal, and Daphne in ocean blue. Y/n knew she had picked it perfectly.

From the hugs, compliments, and squeals of excitement, it was clear they did too.

Draco's suit was black with a light blue tie. He had wanted to go for any shade of green, but Y/n thought blue suited the theme better.

Narcissa helped them cross all of the things on their list of wedding-to-dos.

Quickly, it was the weekend before. The bachelorette party was at the Black family house in the south of France.

They took a portkey to get there. Y/n had never been there, but it was grand and overlooked the French Riviera.

"This is stunning!" Daphne said, looking around inside. It was magnificent. Stone walls and vines on the outside. There was a massive pool with a cabana. The architecture of the house was incredible.

The girls dumped their bags in their rooms before exploring. They counted 6 bedrooms.

"Oh, we should go in the pool!" Y/n yelled, stripping off into a bikini. The sun was out in full, heating the whole group's skin. The five of them lay by the poolside, occasionally taking a dip. By the end of the night, they were much tanner.

Dinner was a chance to get dressed up in white cotton dresses and walk to the marina to find dinner. They ate French food and far too much bread. There was also a lot of wine to drink and secrets to be shared.

The second day was spent out on a yacht sailing in the endless sun and crystal clear water. It was beautiful and peaceful.

"Are you excited?" Pansy rolled over to ask Y/n, stuffing a few grapes into her mouth as she sipped her wine.

Y/n nodded, not having to ask what she meant. "Beyond. Draco's the love of my life." She confirmed.

The third day in paradise was just as good. Unfortunately, they had to go home.

Draco was waiting for her at the door. "Baby." He grinned as she jumped into his arms.

"Hi, Dray." She replied as he spun her around. "How was your weekend?" At Draco's request, the boys had gone to Las Vegas because Draco wanted to 'do it right the first time, so he didn't have to do it again.'

He nodded. "I will admit, most of it's a blur." That made Y/n giggle. "But, it was great."

"You didn't get married?" Y/n asked him with a grin.

Draco just frowned. "Why would I do that?" He asked, not knowing about the muggle cliché.

"It's a muggle thing." She tried to explain, but his eyebrows were still furrowed.

Draco put her down, taking her stuff from her hands to their bedroom. Y/n followed him up there.

"I missed you, baby." He told her, scooping her up into another hug. He picked her up and dumped her on the bed, planting himself in between her legs.

"I've missed this." Y/n agreed, lacing her hands behind his neck to pull his face closer to hers.

The rehearsal dinner was at a Michelin star restaurant in central London. Apparently, Lucius had some connections in the muggle world.

A separate room was rented out, but Draco and Y/n kept it small. Narcissa, Lucius, Draco's grandmother, Harry, and the bridal party.

"Draco, we're going to be late," Y/n complained as Draco kissed down the top of her silk green dress.

He groaned as he pulled away, looking up at her with big eyes. "Can't we be late?" He questioned.

She shook her head. "Absolutely not. Now, put me down." She told him, unwrapping her legs from around his waist. They had a tendency for getting caught up in the moment.

Draco let her down, now towering over her.

"Let me fix your tie," Y/n told him, tightening the green silk. He had gotten his wish of some green.

Draco groaned. "Not so tight." He mumbled, causing Y/n to roll her eyes.

"You have to look impeccable," Y/n told him sternly.

"I always look impeccable." Draco declared with a wide smirk.

Y/n just rolled her eyes again before looking up at him. "You're ridiculous."

He pouted at that before reattaching their lips. "I love you, Mrs. Malfoy."

"I'm not Mrs. Malfoy yet." Y/n counted.

Draco looked at his watch. "You have less than 24 hours." He told her threateningly. "The time to run is now."

Y/n shook her head. "I don't want to lose this." She joked, holding up her ring finger. Draco pouted at that. "I'm kidding. I love you." She reassured him before kissing him again.

"Let's go," Draco told her, grabbing her hand and pulling her out the door.

They ended up in central London, thankfully not late to their own rehearsal dinner.

Narcissa and Lucius hugged both of them. Lucius' hugs were something Y/n still wasn't accustomed to, but she enjoyed them.

All of the bridal party turned up. They had seen each other during the day for the wedding rehearsal, but they were scrubbed up now.

"You look lovely, Y/n." Harry and Ginny complimented, coming over to hug the bride-to-be.

"Thank you." Y/n beamed.

She kept that smile on her face the whole night. Through Lucius' speech, dinner and dessert.

"Just before everyone heads off for the night, we do have one other thing," Y/n said after tapping her champagne flute.

Draco had raced off to collect the gifts they had to give to everyone.

When he came back, she continued. "Narcissa and Lucius, we've got these for you." Draco handed over the enormous bouquet of flowers and an envelope.

The older couple wrapped the younger in hugs. "Hotel bookings for next week in Southern Italy," Draco told them with a grin.

"Thank you both," Narcissa told them before sitting back down.

Y/n and Draco went around hugging each of the members of their bridal party and giving out the customised bottles of champagne they had designed.

Y/n and Draco were the left once their friends had, with Narcissa and Lucius.

"Mum, can we just go for a walk? I'll have her to her hotel room before midnight?" Draco begged Narcissa. He insisted on spending some one-on-one time with Y/n, and Narcissa couldn't say no to his pouting.

Narcissa agreed. "The girls are staying in her hotel suite, so you better have her back. Or you're going to be in big trouble with Pansy Parkinson." She warned, looking at him with stern eyes.

Draco gulped playfully before taking Y/n's hand. They walked off into a nearby park, Draco's arm wrapped around her waist. Thankfully, he had brought their jackets.

"Do we really have to spend the night apart?" Draco asked her pleadingly.

Y/n giggled. She had expected the questions when they first started planning the wedding eve. "Yes, Dray, or we'll have bad luck." She told him.

Draco huffed. "But I'll miss you." He complained, dropping his head on top of hers. "We can just Obliviate Pansy." He suggested.

Y/n looked up at him with a frown, shaking her head. "Draco Malfoy, we are not going to obliviate our friends."

"We could use the full body-bind curse?" He proposed.

Y/n giggled at him. "Absolutely not. I think you can just have some patience." She told him.

"Fine." He agreed before looking at his watch. "I guess I have to take you back now."

Y/n nodded, and they walked the few blocks to the hotel.

"Draco! I was just about to get your mother. It's 5 minutes to midnight." Pansy said as soon as she saw Draco and Y/n walk off the elevator, giggling.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Shut it, Parkinson. She's my fiancee." They had always had a playful relationship. To outsiders, it would look like Draco disliked Pansy, but he couldn't love her anymore.

"Children, calm down," Y/n told them with a giggle. "I'm here before midnight."

Pansy looked at her watch. "You've got three minutes to be out of our sight, Draco." She warned him.

"Could I at least farewell my fiancee?" He asked. Pansy nodded, still not going back inside the hotel room. "Without you here?" He questioned, eyebrows raised.

"I'll be back in two minutes." Pansy reminded him before slipping inside the hotel suite.

Draco rolled his eyes once she'd gone. "She's mental."

Y/n nodded with a smile. "But, we love her." She reminded him. He just rolled his eyes again.

"And we only have 1 and a half minutes before she storms out here," Draco complained.

"Let's not waste time then," Y/n told him, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull his lips down onto hers. They stood in the hotel hallway, kissing for a minute. After each time they pulled away, they were drawn back to each other. "Goodnight, Dray," Y/n whispered, again his lips.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He replied, leaning in for one final kiss. "Please don't leave me at the alter."

Y/n giggled but shook her head. "Never. I love you."

"I love you too." He said, and with one final wave, he was gone.

Pansy burst into the hallway only moments after, ready to kick some Malfoy arse.

"Don't worry," Y/n reassured her. "He's gone back to his hotel."

The boys were staying in another hotel because Narcissa didn't think Draco would be able to stay away from Y/n.

Pansy nodded, uncrossing her arms. "Good, now come in. We're doing shots."

That was not a good way to ensure waking up feeling fresh at 9am. But Y/n followed her in and drank anyway.

They were awakened by a knock on the door. Pansy checked the peephole, making sure it wasn't Draco before opening it. Y/n, Ginny, and Daphne groaned at Hermione, opening the curtains and flooding the room with sunlight. However, the view was beautiful.

The time on the alarm clock blinked 8:03 in red.

Narcissa was the one at the door, walking in and laughing at the state of the girls.

"Please don't laugh," Y/n begged after taking a panadol and putting on some sunglasses. She standing up.

In their drunken state, they had taken both king-sized mattresses laid them on the living room floor. Y/n managed to piece together that Ginny and Hermione shared on. Daphne slept next to her, and Pansy slept on the couch, facing the door in case Draco came knocking.

"I heard you had a fun night." Narcissa joked, still grinning.

Daphne groaned as she stumbled up. "Alright, who snitched?" She asked, looking around the girls.

They all shook their head before turning their attention to Narcissa. "Our room was a floor below. We could hear the dancing and music until 2 in the morning." She explained.

"Sorry," Y/n replied, feeling like she was being told off by a teacher.

Narcissa laughed. "Don't worry about it. Makeup and hair are starting at 9 though so you all need to be ready. I also brought you breakfast." She revealed a brown paper bag.

Pansy took it, looking into the bag. "Ooo, coffee." She pulled out the takeaway cups with a wide grin handing one out to each girl. "And danishes!" She cheered, way too loud for the rest of them.

"Alright, there are three showers so shower, drink coffee and eat," Narcissa instructed, acting like a mother at a sleepover.

The girls complied, all getting ready and eventually getting their hair and makeup done. Y/n hadn't looked in the mirror since she showered, but she was blown away by what she saw.

Even she would admit she looked gorgeous. The tears in Narcissa's eyes confirmed it.

"You look... there are no words." Narcissa said, her hands flying over her mouth.

Pansy, Ginny, Hermione, and Daphne nodded in agreement. All sharing similar teary-eyed looks.

Y/n ran off to put the dress on, carefully not to look in the mirror before she saw the end result.

When she came out, everyone's faces dropped even more. "You look perfect," Pansy told her.

Y/n grinned, turning to look in the full mirror. She couldn't believe how she looked. She had never seen herself like this before. The dress was tight in the torso, going into a full-length skirt around her waist. She ran her fingers over the delicate lace.

"I can't cry. I'm going to mess up my makeup." Y/n complained, trying not to let her eyes water.

They all laughed at her. "It's waterproof mascara," Hermione assured her. That started the tears.

The rest of the girls got changed, all coming out separately in their different shades of blue dresses. Narcissa's dress was tea-length and a dark shade of green. Y/n knew it would match Lucius' suit.

Then, they had champagne in celebration while the photographer took pictures. The sky was bright blue, and Y/n knew it was going to be perfect.

There was another knock on the door before it was time to go. Ginny raced over to answer it, knowing who it was. Harry.

Y/n heard their conversation. "You look so beautiful, Gin." He told her, placing a kiss on her lips. Y/n couldn't wait for their wedding.

"Come see the bride," Ginny instructed, pulling him over by their interlock fingers out of the foyer.

Harry's mouth dropped open when he was his twin sister. He couldn't believe how the little girl who used to untangle his unruly hair was now a bride.

"Y/n, you look stunning." He complimented once he could finally speak.

"Thanks, Har. So do you." Y/n replied, looking at Harry in his black suit with a blue plaid tie. She raced over to give him a hug.

Harry was still grinning when he pulled back. "Lily and James would be so proud of you two," Narcissa commented, pulling the twin's attention back to her.

They both smiled sadly at that. "That reminds me, I brought you this." Harry held out a bracelet. A bracelet with red stones. "I hope it doesn't clash with your dress, I don't really know much about that." He said, with a laugh. There were tears in his eyes Y/n could see.

"It's beautiful, Harry. Thank you." She held out her wrist so he could put it on.

"It's ruby, it was mums. She brought it when we were born because it's our birthstone." Harry explained. That made more tears stream out of Y/n's eyes. It was so sweet of him.

"Harry, thank you." Y/n thanked him again. "How did you?" She couldn't even finish her sentence with the tears.

Harry's tears were running free now as well. "Remus somehow got ahold of it." He clarified. The thought of their dead uncle made more tears appear.

She wrapped him in a hug again, holding him as tight as she could.

Finally, it was time to go. Y/n was sure she had never been this nervous. Her stomach was twisted, and she felt like she could puke.

Harry, her, Narcissa, and the bridesmaids all entered the limo that was taking them on the half-hour journey to the secluded castle.

When Y/n got there, she couldn't believe it. The turrets and grand stone walls. It was phenomenal.

There was a light dusting of snow on the ground and inside there were fairy lights strung everywhere. Harry held her hand the whole way inside.

Narcissa went in first and Y/n tried to peer around the doors to look at Draco but Pansy wouldn't let her. The castle was old inside as well but very grand. It had rounded ceilings and arches in marble stone. Y/n couldn't believe she was getting married here, despite having seen it before.

She knew the walk she was going to take. Down the marble staircase and into the ballroom where Draco was waiting at the altar. She just hoped she wasn't going to trip on the steps.

Ginny went next, the Hermione. Y/n could feel her nerves building, her heart starting to race. It was thumping in her chest.

"Hey, you'll be okay. I'll see you down there." Daphne mentioned, just before her walk. The bride nodded in reply.

Y/n felt like she was at the top of a roller coaster, just as it was about to go down.

"See you, Pans," Y/n said, hugging her maid of honour before she walked out.

Now she really felt like she was going to puke, and Harry could tell.

"Are you ready?" He asked, smiling down at her. Y/n had blocked out the music that was playing, her heart thumping was the only sound she could hear.

She gave him one last hug before he pushed open the doors. She took one deep breath before walking out, Harry's arm interlocked with hers.

From the top of the balcony, she could see the whole ballroom. It was more beautiful than she remembered it. Massive floor-to-ceiling windows were looking out on a snowy field, a tree perfectly in the middle.

The high ceiling was the most phenomenal part. It was painted with beautiful detail like the Sistine chapel.

Y/n scanned the whole room, from the white chairs to the bridesmaids and groomsmen. That's when she saw him. Draco Lucius Malfoy. He looked as good as ever and it made her even more nervous.

His eyes locked on hers, tears already on his cheeks.

Harry walked her down the steps, and down the aisle as Y/n smiled at all their standing friends and family.

When she reached Draco he looked even more perfect. She fell more in love with him then.

Harry shook his hand before giving Y/n one last hug.

"Hi," Y/n whispered, taking the place in front of Draco.

Draco grinned, tears still flowing. "You look... gorgeous." He told her, hand tracing her features.

She couldn't help but smile and return the compliment. "So do you."

Then, the officiant started. He read some passages from various books and explained the history of the couple. Y/n zoned out, already knowing the words he was saying, and admired Draco's face. The one she got to keep forever.

"We will now hear the couple's vows." The minister announced and Y/n beamed at Draco. "Draco."

"I, uh, I recently learned that we are all made of stardust. The particles in us have been around for billions of years, and they'll be around for a billion more. I only decided I believed in fate because I'm sure I've known you for millions of years and I hope I'll know you for a million more. Somehow, the universe allowed us to exist at the same time, despite the minuscule odds. It's improbable but I'm eternally grateful." Neither of them could stop the endless tears, all happy ones. "I went without knowing you for 11 September 1sts, but we were always looking at the same stars. When we did finally meet the stars aligned once more. No one knows this but for years we used to sneak out at night and look at the stars." Y/n giggled at the memory, realising everyone now knew about it. "I may be biased about my love for the stars, due to my name." Draco paused to look at Narcissa and Lucius who were also laughing. "But I'm positive our love has been written in the stars for millions of years and I'm going to make sure it is for millions more."

His words were so beautiful Y/n couldn't stop the tears. She looked around the room to see lots of other guests crying too.

Then it was Y/n's turn. She wasn't sure how she could top it, but she tried. Somehow she managed to get more tears.

"You may now kiss the bride." The minister announced once they had exchanged rings. Draco gently touched her waist, leaning in to give her a soft kiss.

"Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy." The minister declared, causing everyone to clap loudly.

"I love you, Mrs. Malfoy," Draco whispered in her ear.

"I love you too," Y/n replied with a smile.

It definitely was one of the happiest days of her life.

a/n: I've also had a request for a smutty honeymoon imagine so that will be coming out soon ;)

Hope you enjoyed it !

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johnny + the nomads lore

alright, i know this is a screenshots blog but i'm going to go ahead and start dropping some juicy lore tidbits as i dig them up. part of what i'm doing outside of just photo diarying is shard hunting, and BOY is there a lot the game likes to hide in those little shards for idiots like me who like to read so we can write unnecessarily accurate fanfiction!

full disclosure, i know jack shit about the TTRPG/cyberpunk 2020 rulebook except what i read in the wikis.

so here’s my lore roundup so far of everything i know about johnny joining the nomads

we know johnny likes to narrate v’s quest objectives. here’s the first mention where he says it himself:

during the voodoo boys quest "transmission" there's a shard in the maglev tunnels beside the ice bath, presumably from brigitte's research into johnny in the first place:

okay, so the timeline is this: johnny joins the nomads after trying and failing to rescue alt. johnny hides out in the badlands for some years. then he and rogue come back to night city and nuke arasaka tower help alt escape the arasaka subnet by uploading liberator to their network once and for all.

this ultimately makes sense. in alt’s flashback, we meet santiago, who is a nomad/connected to nomads, joins rogue and johnny when they're trying to get alt back, and eventually becomes the leader of the aldecaldos.

part of santiago’s TTRPG lore is that he, johnny, and rogue have to lay low in the badlands with nomads after they storm arasaka headquarters (i am aware the game takes many liberties with the original lore so who knows the full accuracy of anything from the original rulebooks)

ENDING spoilers: in the rogue+johnny storming AHQ ending, it's revealed that rogue has a son while they're prepping for the job. if you eavesdrop on her calling him while you're at the afterlife, you hear her tell her son to (paraphrasing here) "pull over and look at the stars", which immediately made my brain go to: nomad, badlands, santiago = dad? maybe. (santiago also canonically has a son according to the TTRPG lore)

this immediately reminded me of another interesting shard that i believe you can find in multiple locations around night city: “"what REALLY happened in arasaka tower?“

i love this dang shard. at first i thought it was just a cute conspiracy with some juicy gossip (and i love how 99% of the shards that mention johnny in this game are reminding us that he's not a real rebel, he's a poser) but it brings some interesting shit together

one: it tells us where johnny got his hands on the nukes! he and the nomads jumped a militech convoy and jacked some bombs!

which is never directly explained, even as saburo arasaka is interrogating him shortly before using soulkiller. very nice of johnny to protect his homies like that.

...or maybe he didn’t. saburo emphasizes that the dead don’t lie like the living do, and we don’t know what exactly arasaka did to johnny’s construct in mikoshi.

it also explains why the obvious media narrative is that militech nuked arasaka, a nice neat political bow to the end of the fourth corpo wars, which is an entire section of the TTRPG lore that makes my eyes cross when i read it.

it also makes the star/nomads ending extremely interesting, because i originally believed it was the ending where V’s journey deviates the most from rewalking johnny’s path... which also has weird implications if the johnny’s nomad era is being kept from v.

(this also leads into my belief that the star ending/the devil ending are narratively two sides of the same coin, but that’s a WHOLE ANOTHER POST for another day.)

TWO, just straight up the fact that they turned the raid where they actually obtained the nukes into an action flick BD that pretty much ANYONE could watch. who the hell was doing that??

well, who else other than the guy who johnny (optionally) punched the shit out of for filming alt's death: thompson, media guy, and according to rogue, “bad luck”. because you know, recording your crimes is straight up evidence that can be used against you.

during the alt flashback we meet thompson, and just after that in cyberspace before meeting alt, johnny tells v that he has no idea what happened to him and that they never worked together again.

oh, johnny, you lying bastard man

this is blatantly untrue, and if V even had two braincells and better memory than a goldfish they'd know this--in the first flashback sequence where johnny and rogue nuke arasaka tower, thompson is on the comms as they ride the AV towards AHQ, questioning their plans and use of violence.

which leaves me with some questions, like where the fuck is thompson, why does johnny keep lying about this, why doesn't johnny say almost anything about how you interact with the aldecaldo clan nonstop throughout the game when he himself may have been a member of the family for some time?? is he continuing to protect the nomad clan that saved his ass? we know that a lot of his flashbacks are unreliable at best, that johnny changes shit up as desired when presenting V with his memories.

in 2077, you can also find that there’s a remake of “badlands raid” in the shard “new release braindances” that is pretty much everywhere. that shard doesn’t add much, but does mention something along the lines of “many people don’t know the ending of the original” which probably means johnny punched thompson out for filming again, or something.

my running theories: rogue ditched santiago and the aldecaldos with johnny and thompson to nuke arasaka tower, and when johnny died she was stuck looking for (heavily implied by johnny here:) corpo sellout ways to survive.

adam smasher obviously has something to do with this since johnny/rogue's vendetta against the guy isn't entirely clear beyond the smokescreen of "he killed johnny and he sucks". i have done 0 research into this though i'm tired of typing okay

i obviously cannot be certain i have found everything related to this in the game as i’m not even done with this playthrough where i’m trying to pay attention, but i hope this is fun for someone else to dig into.

enjoy, fellow silverhand freaks

EDIT: additional findings

ALRIGHT I HAVE DONE MORE DIGGING AND I AM BACK WITH MORE NOMAD/JOHNNY FINDINGS. these ones are kind of a bummer but VERY interesting.

there’s a shard called “excerpts from a history of the nomads by bb pires” that goes into detail about how nomads came to be

there’s an interesting quote in it: It's hard to imagine a group less inclined to wandering than farmers, but in fact they were the ones who sparked the age of nomads. Natural catastrophes, crops ravaged by bioplagues, armed conflicts and martial law allowing corporations to speculate and privatize land - all this forced them into a life on the road.

when you ask johnny why he wants to take down arasaka, he begins by referencing this himself!!

it’s a little awkward to imagine a nomad V doesn’t also know what he’s referencing, but hey, V is the fool because we are as players and that’s only one life path... so sure.

johnny also has unique dialogue during this scene about a nomad origin V, telling them that he’s been trying to understand how V thinks, and came to the conclusion that “their family was a crutch” and essentially made them stupid because they always had a safety net (lmao johnny calling v privileged basically)

BUT this also may reference why johnny would find it confusing as hell that V doesn’t immediately share the views he does when nomads, in terms of values, seem to be more aligned with johnny than V is. but once again V is the fool for a reason and this is all my own speculation so YOU KNOW.

MORE IMPORTANTLY, at the end of chippin’ in, when you ask johnny what he meant by letting down his friends... santiago is named directly

i thought this was interesting since the only glimpse of their relationship that we get is seeing johnny meeting santiago via the alt flashback for the first time.

so now it’s obvious that while johnny and rogue were with the nomads their friendship developed, and johnny went on to disappoint santiago in some way by being his normal dickhead self

but HOW? how did he disappoint santiago? is santiago even still alive?? did smasher kill santiago and is this why rogue mentions during chippin’ in that she wants smasher to “settle a score” moreso than avenge johnny??

the only additional hints i have are from this shard, which you can find at the aldecaldos camp: “nomads at ground zero”

i’m just gonna transcribe here and bold for emphasis:

It was no secret that Night Corp offered generous pay and, in some cases, free cyberware and biomonitor upgrades to anyone willing to help clean up the crater of radioactive rubble at AHQ ground zero. Some firsthand accounts recall the incessant ticking of Geiger counters, like the loud buzz of cicadas in summer. In retrospect, we can only guess how many "crater cleaners" lost their lives to radiation sickness shortly thereafter. Both the city government and Night Corp have claimed casualties were kept to a minimum, while providing no official statistics to substantiate the claim. That being said, they have never been under pressure to release such figures. After all, most rescue, engineering, and rubble cleanup teams were not local Night Citizens, but nomads. Surprised you didn't know? Don't be. It is a fact many history courses tend to overlook. The city employed hundreds of nomad mercenaries, primarily from clans in Aldecaldo nation. These nomads were hungry for gainful work and the city needed experts who were not only experienced but brave enough to knowingly put their lives on the line - all so Arasaka could one day erect another tower in its place. But history is not without its sense of irony. These nomads, who so deliberately live outside our so-called "system," came to its very rescue. Not for the first time. And not for the last.

a main theme we find in this game is the idea that the system of corps and exploitation cannot be stopped by grandiose rebellious gestures--no amount of samurai songs, assassinating mayors, or even planting nukes in towers will change things. yet johnny, his friends and mercs at atlantis in the 2020s, including rogue, chose to rebel any way they could, thinking it better than not. johnny criticizes her lack of rebellious spirit CONSTANTLY in 2077.

but ultimately, johnny, trapped in mikoshi, didn’t get to see the outcome of what detonating the AHQ nukes did to night city’s fragile ecosystem. rogue, however, did--and likely watched their former allies, the aldecaldos, be forced to take dangerous work at AHQ’s ground zero (from lack of other opportunities as detailed in this shard), then die from radiation sickness throughout the following decades, all as a result of what she and johnny did to try and fight the system. and she also watched all the former mercenaries of atlantis be hunted down by arasaka.

so rogue sees firsthand what the cost of rebellion is and johnny doesn’t. and nomads, considered the most free of any of the factions we encounter in the game, are the cost.

#lore post #johnny silverhand #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk2077 #cp2077 #cyberpunk lore

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The Report Card – Fantasy High: The Seven Ep 5

Through a Glass, Darkly

Welcome back to the Temple of the Earth Defiant where the girls and their magical horses (and one pony!) have found refuge from the strange, twisted, fae creatures that have been chasing them. The statue of Asha Hammerheart that Ost animated last episode is still alive and wrecking house on the remaining harpies and beasts that are foolish enough to keep fighting and the rest soon get the hint and flee.

Ost does some healing (boosted by the ambient Hallow effect of the temple which gives everyone a short rest) and then, seeing the damage to the temple caused by erosion, starts using Mending to fix things up. Her friends help out too with Sam and Yelle being most effective--Sam by repairing water damage and Yelle by creating tree cover and other druid-y tricks. But of course, we can’t overlook Katja’s crucial addition of carving “A Horse is a Home” into one of the walls of this sacred temple.

Anyway, the girls are nesting super hard, the horses are having their scrapbooking reviewing club (an insane thing that was established last episode) and then Sam asks a question. Did y’all mention something about a photo of me going viral? Everyone’s like yeah, but don’t worry, you looked super hot. That’s not the part Sam was worried about. What she’s worried about and what all the girls except Zelda don’t really seem to know is that Sam doesn’t really have a social media presence. So like, 180k and climbing views (as decided by a dice roll) isn’t really what she wants. She scrolls through the comments really quick and sees that they’re not awful but one person is like, “Hey that girl looks a lot like that character from that old show”. Which Sam doesn’t love. She says that she’s fine but also that, even without an Insight check, she’s obviously not.

Sam kind of looks to Zelda to bail her out and Zelda is like, “Hey, I’m gonna delete this video.” The other girls follow suit, even though they don’t quite know what’s happening. When they have to split up to investigate, Sam has Zelda kind of bail her out again and they split up to go check a nest outside--Zelda waving off Danielle when she wants to go with. Ant and Yelle decide to check out a cache of some treasure they saw earlier and Ost and Katja stay with the horses to keep fixing the temple up. Penny initially goes with Ant and Yelle but rushes back to be with Ost and Kat when Ost discovers a hidden lock while she’s fixing a wall.

So, the girls are split up, let’s run all these scenes.

Antiope and Yelle

Ant and Yelle go see the pile of treasure (near the statue of dwarven paladin Yvonna) which they learn is like a “take a penny leave a penny” situation for weapons and items. They were left by adventures who were similarly chased here and you can take what you need as long as you leave something to help others. Like, “Oh no I only have an ice sword and I need flaming arrows.” It doesn’t have to be equivalent exchange, you just need to leave something useful.

In this space, Yelle feels a weird melancholy and like they’re within the watch of something vast and powerful. She tries to check for TK’s presence but rolls low. Antiope leaves her Kalvaxus killing shortsword and takes some really nice, white feather fledged arrows with mirror tips and an ax Kat wants as a present for her dad. Danielle takes a bandolier of potions (3 healing and 2 mystery I believe) and leaves a bunch of mushrooms. Some of them are psychedelic and Ant takes one because this is probably a good time to be high, right?

It’s not messing with her competence obviously though because she rolls a 25 on Primeval Awareness and gets a weird sense, like something is closing in on this place. And like something very powerful is bleeding, which combined with the chaos of the mountains might explain the weird harpies and the cat/dogs. But she’s high so she explains this is a very spacey, stoner way. Probably a good thing she’s with Yelle.

Sam and Zelda

Sam can fly and Zelda can basically walk vertically with her goat legs so they check out the nest. Well, ostensibly that’s what they’re doing. Really they’re just having a heart to heart. Sam thanks Zelda for saving her ass and apologizes profusely for being so short with her. Zelda gives her a huge mid-air hug and says it’s not a big deal because she knows Sam is just lashing out because she’s hurting but Sam says it’s not a good enough excuse and she’s truly sorry. It’s been her coping mechanism for so long but she doesn’t want to be that way. She tells Zelda that the Everpetals are divorcing and that she’s living alone and Zelda says that any one of the girls would be happy to have her stay with them. Sam further explains that this is a big part of the reason she’s been so broken up about the possibility of their group splitting up and Zelda immediately takes out her crystal and texts her “I’m in” in the thread, breaking Sam again.

Since they’re in heart to heart mode, Sam tells her that she talked to her bio-mom and an agent and she’s not sure what to do. Zelda says that she’s gonna be spectacular no matter what she does and she doesn’t have to do any of them but it’s cool doors are opening for her but also Antiope and Penny are gonna be PISSED that she’s out here making side plans after she gave them so much shit for theirs. Lol, well it’s a nice moment in the meantime and we cut to…

Penny, Ost, and Katja

While Penny is lockpicking (and also trying to teach one of the horses to lockpick because sure) Katja and Ost go talk to the statue of Asha Hammerheart. It seems to be animated with at least some level of her true consciousness from beyond the grave and that she can kind of woge into her statue when she wants, which is cool. She’s been there for like 250 years so that’s a lot of history to see.

Ost is maybe the most polite we’ve ever seen her talking to Asha (at least to begin with lol) and they ask her about TK. Asha says she saw TK show up 12 years ago but she never left, at least not through the front door. And then about 2 years ago (right around when they were in the crystals) that’s when the harpy queen showed up. At first they were normal and then they started mutating. Also, recently, Korra (one of the other statues/heroes) saw a woman in the mountains--not TK.

Ost then takes a page from the book of one St. Kristen Applebees and asks, “Hey. What’s the deal with our god? He never talks to us, does he just suck?” Asha--who has never talked to him even though she’s a martyred hero and literally in dwarf heaven makes some excuses for the guy but Katja scoffs at them. “If people wanna take care of you, they do.” Ost then straight up asks if Logran Soulforger is even real which sets Asha off but Ost isn’t mad AT her, she’s mad FOR her. You go and do all this cool shit to the point where you have this cool ass statue, you fully DIE for him and he doesn’t even say hi? With a 21 Persuasion check, Asha admits that yeah, she would have liked some recognition. She decides she’s gonna go do some talking to some people and leaves after getting Ost’s number but before they can ask more about the woman Korra saw (who they think is Charity).

OK, that’s all the small group stuff! Everyone comes back as Penny finishes up with the lock and they go down into this room that’s full of polished, precious stones. This is probably where people who were upkeeping the temple stayed. While everyone else is going down, Sam feels some powerful magical pull--much like her episode 1 Lightning Lure--calling her from the top of the stairs so she goes back up. We’ll get back to her in a bit.

Penny rolls a high check to clock what’s going on down here. First off, she finds flintlock bullets and airship uniform scraps which makes it seem like there was a battle here involving some airship guys from the Baronies. Which is not just the place of origin of Riz’s imaginary Romance Partner. It’s a cluster of nations known for high rates of monarchical turnover and renaissance style intrigue. I’m picturing just a nation of [REDACTED]s from Crown of Candy.

With all of this stuff, Penny finds an emblem of a billionaire airship mogul named Lord Talcidimir Tallbreeze who is a friend of her dad’s. Yelle is immediately like FUCK billionaires which isn’t plot relevant but it’s nice to know she’s always on brand.

Oh also, Penny just casually finds the Legendarium so that’s neat.

To be safe, Ost casts Protection from Energy on Ant (who is the one who knows how to use it) and brings out her Spirit Guardian (who is a combo of her mom, nona, and Asha, with her dad’s rings). Ant checks it out and sees that there are currently no A, B, or C quests in all of Spyre. While Penny cross references the bylaws to see if there’s a way to get around this, Yelle does some druid BS that I still do not understand to use the crystals in the cave to jailbreak this super powerful magical Artifact so they can just have copies on their crystals. While that’s happening, let’s check on Sam.

Sam goes back up the staircase where she sees Ending who doesn’t look menacing at all, just extremely sad. She’s looking out the mouth of the cave and, when she turns, Sam can see she’s crying blood.

“What’s wrong?” asks Sam, the acid-tongued but good-hearted. “Can I help you?”

With a 25 Persuasion check to get her to talk, Ending apologizes for scaring her and her friends before. She didn’t mean to. She sometimes forgets that her very nature can be frightening and dangerous to others. She says that when she escaped, she tried to rejoin her sisters but found their mirrors shattered and them gone. Sam thought they escaped but that doesn’t make sense to Ending. If they had, why wouldn’t they have freed her as well?

Sam asks who her sisters were and we finally get true names for Ending and her sisters:

Chrona, Terra, Pyrria, Nira, Zefira, Anima, and herself, Talura (which is what I’ll be calling her now that we know). Talura is the baby, the youngest. Sam realizes she’s talking about the Eidolons and Talura seems surprised and a bit pleased that Sam recognizes them.

Sam asks if she can hug her and Talura hugs her tightly in a very cold embrace that doesn’t hurt. Downstairs, she hears her friends (Penny specifically) freaking about about the lack of quests but she doesn’t break the hug.

“My own sisters are struggling right now but I’m gonna stay with you because you don’t know where yours are. But maybe we can find them.”

Talura clocks that the way that Sam is being is her true nature, not the bitchiness she often uses as a shield. Then she starts to talk about her history. That she and her sisters were sealed away when the gods were done with them (Sam can relate to being used and set aside) and the only way out was death. Talura has been crying and looking for her sisters to no avail. Her tears of blood leaking seems to be what caused the monsters to mutate which is in line with what Yelle and Ant were sensing.

Talura doesn’t think anything could have destroyed her sisters so she’s very confused. Sam offers Talura her Mirror of the Past because it almost knocked out Sam to get god-tier information but Talura presumably won’t have that problem. Talura offers her a boon in exchange for this great kindness but Sam says she doesn’t need any quid pro quo. “This is just because you’re hurting.”

Talura is supremely touched and still wants to do something for her new...friend? Sam accepts the title and says that what she needs is some help on her GED quest. Once she explains what she means, Talura again recognizes Aguefort and is like, Oh, you need a quest? I can totally help with that! As we learned earlier, these guys are kinda genie connected so it’s not super surprising when Talura very happily goes full your wish is my command.

Downstairs, a Class A quest suddenly appears in Spyre on the screen.

Back upstairs, Talura says that it’s been too long since she got to grant a wish and seems really happy about it. Sam gives her the mirror so she can check what happened to her sisters but when she does, she totally flips out and gets super angry--not at Sam, just at whatever she’s looking at. She can hardly believe it. Sam tries to figure out what’s wrong but she just gets super big and then disappears into a puff of smoke, leaving Sam's mirror on the ground, covered in frost.

Downstairs, the Class A quest expands across the entire globe and then the Legendarium cracks. Ost’s spirit guardian disappears because of alarm bells ringing in the afterlife. And the girls learn that a Class A quest is a quest that affects the whole MULTIVERSE. Yikes!

So anyway, they girls go upstairs to check on Sam (on a bear that Penny makes because sure) and they see that something clearly just happened with Sam. Yelle asks if she’s good and Sam is like yeahhhh I don’t think ANYONE is good right now. Sam seems like she’s about to cry and Antiope instantly forgets all the petty bullshit going on between them and rushes to make sure she’s not hurt.

Sam gives the girls a rundown of what happened and Yelle concretely puts together what I said earlier about Talura’s tears messing with nature.

Sam wants to check her mirror to see what Talura saw and Brennan says she can do it the safe way with risk of failure of the surefire way with risk of personal harm. She, of course, picks door 2 and rolls a 13 on her con save which means she rises into the air like Storm from X-Men, eyes wide, and then instantly passes out and goes into shock. Antiope is there to catch her as she does.

Also, she looks SUPER hot while falling on a 31. Honestly, it’s a shame she doesn’t allow herself a social media presence.

Anyway, we’ll get to what she sees in a bit. Yelle and Ant make sure she’s OK (she is, but the has to be knocked out for this or she won’t be able to handle it).

Penny tells them what she knows about each Eidolon from her earlier research which is what element each goes with:

Chrona: Time (Related to astral and elemental planes)

Terra: Earth

Pyrria: Fire

Nira: Water

Zefira: Air

Anima: Life

Talura: Death

They also talk about TK never leaving via the front door and all this airship stuff being around. Maybe she left out the top of the mountain on an airship? Katja has the hookup with this Tal guy (she’s met him when she was younger) so they decide they need to check it out once Sam is good.

The girls fix the Legendarium and Ost, when she goes to pray for her spells for the night, doesn’t pray to her usual god. She prays to Asha. And not only does she get her spells, she also gets a new one--Commune.

And now let’s get to what Sam is seeing in her Vision Coma.

She was told by Talura that the only way out of the mirrors given to them by the gods was death. And what Talura saw that drove her to do whatever multiverse threatening thing that she did was every one of her sisters walking out of their mirrors and choosing death. I will specifically highlight that the oldest sister leaves almost immediately with a small, “Oh,” of realization and Anima, the closest sister to her seems terrified before coming to a joyful realization and leaving.

And that’s the end of the episode! Join us next week when apparently there is talk of a masquerade ball?????? Brennan, you shouldn’t have!

Superlatives

Sam: Most Likely to Accidently Snag a Brand Deal

Did you guys ever read the Greek myth of Cupid and Psyche? Where Psyche was born so hot that it was basically a curse and she was miserable because she was so hot that Aphrodite hated her? That’s Sam. She is incapable of almost dying in a non-aesthetic way. It’s like a Pantene commercial every time. This is my favorite running gag.

Random Thoughts

Man, I have so many feelings about Sam. She’s such a BITCH in so many ways but it’s so obvious that she has a good heart. Every time she has an opportunity to be nice with no gain--helping Lola find her dog, magically turning the pages for the horses during book club, fully refusing a boon from Talura--she does. And I’m glad she gave Zelda such a sincere apology and didn’t let the extenuating circumstances absolve her because she said some pretty uncalled for things. But at her core she’s so kind and I want only good things for her.

Also those of you who know me from my FH recaps know I’m a messy bitch for sister stuff so Talura and Sam both referring to the other maidens as her sister had me dead. You can tell when something in this show is f’ing me up when I just start directly quoting instead of paraphrasing.

Katja being richer than Helio but having no idea what any of the brands Ost is mentioning are is peak comedy.

As is Ant’s response to the take and penny leave a penny translation from Ost, “No, Penny didn’t come with us.”

Ost: I get service in the afterlife.

You could really tell which of the players watched Sophomore Year because the Baronies came up and all of them went into fight or flight immediately.

Very Elsa vibes from Sam during the top of the scene with Talura. (Sam is, of course, a better sister but we simply do not have time to get into my feelings on Frozen 2 right now).

I was wondering why this season was called just “The Seven” when it dropped initially. Like, was it snappier? Did they not want to use the word “maiden”? But they still call themselves the Seven Maidens in the show so it’s probably not that. Now I’m wondering if it’s just to parallel the 7 of them w/ the 7 Eidolons.

So it seems clear based on the reactions of the first and sixth sisters that they didn’t just “go gently into that good night” as Ant would say and ditch Talura. It seems like they figured something out. Also Brennan isn’t really a “and then they all died, the end” kind of DM, you know? Credit to my friend @camwritery for getting here before I did but the gods said the only way out was death and she is death so you know? Those def seem like puzzle pieces that go together.

The only crit rolled this episode is a 1 by Penny which she gets to reroll as a halfling.

#the seven #the seven spoilers #dimension 20 #dimension 20 spoilers

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