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I’m way too tired for this kinda brainrot, especially if the rot makes a guy dig around in my brain
#my art stuff#house#gregory house#dr house#sketch#sketches#doodles#traditional art#I absolutely HATE drawing people#no not portraits or the kinda stuff that’s just copying life#I can do that easy peasy#I hate drawing CARICATURES of real people#I can more easily if I see art of them for me to reference in some way#but making my own caricatures for people? freaks me the fuck out#I hated drawing these. …but I feel compelled to draw more cus they look really good to me fsr?????#I really like the shapes I gave him and it has nothing to do with how animated he is in contrast to his deadpan resting face#or his piercing eyes or his general scraggly scrung appearance#and it has NOTHING WHATSOEVER to do with him being a doctor#I’m not gay you are.#…totally not gay. not at all…#nope…..#AHEM ANYWAYS-#don’t judge them too hard#drawing real people scares me cus I constantly feel like I can never do them justice in my style#feel like there’s noo many opportunities for me to do it “wrong”#too*#i really like these designs but my brain screams at me that somebody who’s studied his face longer will give me shit over something random#or something idk#anyways it’s way past my bedtime cus my PC’s wireless internet driver thing got fucked up again and the stress is keeping me up#I should try to sleep instead of staying up with gay doctor fantasies or whatever
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Ok here’s one of my de head canons:
I honestly don’t know too much of the speedfreaks lore except for usual stuff but I love Egg Head. I was talking about how we never see fanart of him because we never actually see a realistic portrait of him, and… that’s the thing: we never really see him, that’s just a mask he decided to put on.
Let me explain it better:
-obviously the whole hard-core repeating thing is some kind of mask he has on (we could call it also a copying mechanism)
- he looks kinda well dressed, he reminded me of people here in my city that study economy or engineering (I live in Italy lol)
so I thought
- he actually used to live a pretty rich life but felt constricted to have a certain way of living: go to uni, get more and more rich, don’t have a soul, and his only comfort was music; after some time he just went silent mode (as acele said that when they were coming back from the party they met at he was completely silent and I guess it’s pretty much not only exhaustion but literally how he would be most of the time) and after one of the many parties he started going instead of going to uni he decided to finally run away forever.
#also he’s starting to get talkative again after a long time with the speedfreaks#I’m not saying that his portrait is just a mask#but that he chose one thing of him and decided to show it at maximum#disco elysium#disco elysium headcanon#the speedfreaks#egg head#germaine van der wijk
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Nickel Bin #14:
Jerry Jeff Walker's Fading Lady
My famous brother is a show off. He sent me the text yesterday for his recent interview with one of the greatest humans still currently on the planet, Linda Thompson. Watch for it soon, probably on Aquarium Drunkard... And he returned from the Big Apple recently bragging about how he yanked Jerry Jeff Walker's Five Years Gone on vinyl outta of a dollar bin during the trip. That's a big find, folks: just take a listen to a single blissed-out track from that nearly impossible to track down record:
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It's no fair: My biggest interview of late was with my cat. She said nothing and demanded heavy petting. And my last foray into the Dollar Bin turned up a Steve Cropper solo record form the early 80's that looks terrible.
(As a quick aside, it kinda looks like Walker invented the selfie on the cover of Five Years Gone; Jerry Jeff: visionary.)
Still, I'm a competitive dude by nature so I rode my bike 14 miles midday late last week in 90 degree weather to test my luck once again in the bin; surely, I figured, the dollar gods would reward such selfless dedication with my own copy of Five Years Gone.
Yeah, no. All I did was drop a few too many dollars on a copy of Circus Maximus's debut album. Turns out Jerry was in a Moby Grape style psychedelic boy band for about 15 minutes in 1967. He shared the lead with a jazz pianist who sang like Neil Diamond and played lead guitar like Sterling Morrison would after they'd each had botched lobotomies; the drummer clearly attended Joe Freakin' Lala's School of Percussion, an offshoot of Trump University; their motto, "just wack the hell out of whatever you can as fast as possible, white boy, and then call it Latin jazz," is more famous than any of their alumni. Today the band has just one claim to fame other than Jerry Jeff's presence: the bass player would soon write Linda Ronstadt one of the greatest torch songs of all time before disappearing altogether from history:
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I've loved this song for a long, long - you get the idea. I see it recently was featured in some zombie apocalypse TV show and therefore enjoyed a brief renaissance; that's fitting: Linda is clearly singing about a zombie apocalypse.
Suffice it to say that my famous brother wins this latest round in the Dollar Bin: I'd trade him my copy of Circus Maximus for his copy of Five Years Gone in a hot second. And, come The Revolution, I will head immediately to his house, hatchet in hand and dodging zombies as I go, so as to lay claim to his entire record collection.
While we're at it, check this out:
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Isn't it crazy how Linda Ronstadt can make even Jerry Jeff Walker sound like an average dude by comparison? Still, it's nice to hear this song sung by a fellow mortal.
But let's get to the point: happily, Circus Maximus, which, coincidentally, has a cover photo collage dedicated to that very same zombie apocalypse, does feature one track worthy of our nickel: Fading Lady. Take a listen; Jerry Jeff is starting to find his voice.
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I don't know about you, but I am mesmerized pretty quickly. My wife just asked me what the hell I was doing under our bed. I told her I was counting our shoes, and I requested space to do so.
Even so, you can hear that the song could be even better. Jerry needs no boy band echo behind him; and, like Danger Bird, slower here would be even better. Happily he soon ditched the mustache and the whole 60's scene and headed for the ditch a few years before Neil Young. They'd wind up wallowing in it magnificently together until Jerry got married and cleaned himself up for good around 73; from that point forward he just sounded drunk all the time.
But he wasn't drunk enough to know that Fading Lady deserved a second pass. Listen to him truly nail the song on 69's Drifting Way of Life:
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Aw yeah: that's the stuff right there folks. The great David Bromberg does his New Morning/Self Portrait Dylan thing alongside Jerry on guitar; Kenny Buttrey makes almost no sounds whatsoever on the drums and does so perfectly. And all the while Jerry Jeff effortlessly instructs us to tally up our jewels. And our shoes.
I'm on it Jerry!
#jerry jeff walker#the ditch#linda ronstadt#David bromberg#Kenny buttrey#aquarium drunkard#gloom and doom from the tomb#Youtube#joe freakin' lala#zombie apocalypse#long long time
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KGTAC Analysis Pages 2120-2228: The Ultimate Analysis of Ultimate Destiny
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Welcome to the world's most delayed analysis post ever! Sorry about how long it took, i got busy for a while there. It won't clear up for a bit (Future note: It has somewhat, that's the reason why this came out THIS LATE) but I'll talk about that at the end of this analysis. Also, I'll begin to refer to the original Home-Skillet as Home-Skillet BETA because KGTAC Act 2 has had it's title drop. Like it was so late that my previous draft before uploading went up to 2070, my reason for not updating is College. (Future Note: Another thing is that some of these notes here are from when the pages originally updated, I'll include notes on if i got something wrong in those old ones.)
2120: I was right! Though i still think there needs to be a handle on the sliding door... Wait, is that a couch in the pool?
KGTAC PAGE 2121
2121: Well i had the right idea of the arrangement. Also… Does he have a second pool? I don't think his window would be facing towards the pool. Like unless I've completely misunderstood the angle Fred's room is at. This ain't right. Here are some more images to get my point across. Though i could be misunderstanding things. Due to this line in page 2098 "You continue forward until you take a LEFT (camera's right) at the end of the hallway." This says that he takes a right. Either way this makes no sense. BOTH IMAGES IN ORDER
KGTAC PAGE 2125
2125: Well, i guess he will never find out WHATS IN THE BOX! Although, it doesn't prevent someone else from finding it.
KGTAC PAGE 2126
2126: Wait, did Fred actually go to Easter Island? I kinda just noticed the portrait. 2127: I think this is Sour-Carbonation (Ana Hepburn) Since they use the same color. Its neat that they're using numbers, as they're on the phone (or in this case, the fax machine) (future note: i probably would've put in an image if i got this out ages ago, but since this came out so late, Ana Hepburn got introduced, so everyone reading this already knows who she is, and thus an image is pointless.) 2128: I wonder what's in the package? It's probably SBURB, that's what she gave in the original 2130: Huh, still in shadow. I think the game is probably in the box (due to the fact it'd be weird to mail a game in an envelope, not much packaging to protect it), but i wonder whats in the envelope. It's truly a mystery. (It was in the envelope)
KGTAC PAGE 2134
2134: YESSSS, FLOPPY-DECK BEING USED IN THE PLOT 2135: LETS GO!!!!…. Wait Fred! you need floppy disks!, you need to grab those too! At best that floppy-disk in there is empty. 2136: Nice, He got the floppy(Future note)... I wonder if he could copy items. Y'know like put an item on the FLOPPY DECK to put it in a floppy disk, put the floppy disk in the computer, copy it onto the computer, and copy that stuff onto another floppy. Breaking the law by copyin that floppy and learning a real life duplication glitch.
Image uses frame from KGTAC PAGE 2139
2148: YOU DON'T NEED A KNIFE FOR VANILLA ENVELOPES, EVERY ONE OF THOSE I'VE SEEN CAN BE OPENED BY HAND!!!! 2152: The plan is joever… What, you expected an in-depth analysis of the previous panels. I did too to be honest but everything there was fairly straightforward, nothing cool to point out. I'm honestly a bit surprised. I was looking for it, the best we got was a UPSIDE DOWN FLOPPY DECK!!!
KGTAC PAGE 2141
2158: Neat, Sburb! Published or made by Sky'Acom. Interesting that its not Skaianet, i wonder if this will mean something in the future. 2159: Neato, It also just came to mind that Fred over here never used a computer before so i can't wait for wacky Sburb Shenanigans, especially if no one else really struggles with the controls.
KGTAC Page 2160
2160: OOF, i was so wrong. It's not a copy of PHOTOCHAT, it's theme park... whatever that is... What the hell is "awesome suicide sequence" supposed to mean 2163: Huh, this implies that a family member of his owns GAME BRO, or he himself does. 2167: So.. that was the Intro Flash, fairly different from the original H-S Intro flash, (Future writings) Like it goes for a Normal homestuck-esque logo at the end, meanwhile in the original it was a fake out for the real logo.
H-S BETA PAGE 70 (end frame)
Honestly there's a lot to the original one, sadly there isn't much else to talk about here as its all fairly different but in ways that's more valuable as an interesting comparison between the two versions of Home-Skillet and not for theorizing about what happens next. I guess since i don't think i ever mentioned it. but Home-Skillet Beta Fred has a non-Sylladex inventory system until the author decided to just give Fred a Sylladex. This is very much unlike KGTAC Fred who just... grabs things... some mind bending stuff here i know. Maybe I'll talk about it in the future when there's more to KGTAC H-S, Like when it gets fully past the H-S Beta in terms of content.
ALSO A PIECE OF H-S BETA PAGE 70
2168: ITS HER (also future note, we didn't go instantly to Ana in H-S Beta)
2169: The name gag here is different, also H-S Beta's name gag is similar to Rose's name gag.
H-S BETA PAGE 176
KGTAC PAGE 2169
2170: Nice (i was right)
H-S BETA PAGE 178
KGTAC PAGE 2171
So yeah these rooms are fairly different. The H-S Beta one was very Rose reminiscent, down to the window. I guess to note whats the same we have
The heater
Books under the bed
The bed itself is the same design wise
a general "clown" theme
Honestly i don't have much to say with this room at the moment... The KGTAC version has a big YELLOW SUBMARINE PLUSHIE. Home-Skillet Beta Ana has 2 SBURB Posters and what appears to be a COMMODORE 64 floppy disk drive next to her laptop COMPARED TO G64 FROM GAME DEV TYCOON
I'm using the Game Dev Tycoon one since it gets the point across, and because i thought they looked kinda similar. But yeah... There isn't that much to talk about here beyond this.
GENERAL ANA COMPARISON: I used two panels to compare Ana's sprites from H-S Beta to KGTAC H-S It's so similar i thought they were the same, I had to overlay the two to notice the head is slightly different. (I used XOR on the KGTAC one and overlayed it on the H-S Beta one) The white pixels on Ana are the differences... I wonder why its so similar when Fred got a more notable coat of paint. y'know like slightly different pockets, belt is a few pixels different, etc. where you can tell it was redone a bit, meanwhile it looks like Ana at best got a slightly different head, with everything else being lifted from the original. I'm not judging, I'm just curious as to why its only the head that's different.
KGTAC ANA COMPARED TO HOME-SKILLET BETA ANA
2174: Neat, she still has a bubble deck
KGTAC PAGE 2181
2181: Cool (Just putting this here, i do like this a lot.)
H-S BETA PAGE 184
KGTAC PAGE 2182
2182: Savor this Folks! We got a nice comparison between H-S Beta and KGTAC H-S, We won't know when we'll run out of comparisons til we do. But for actual notes, Its interesting "The Theories Of The Strange" is the same book from H-S Beta, The difference in color is probably more so because of a filter being applied to darken things. on Commander and Sharks, the narration is notably different, The yellow alien used to be called Viola but is now Jacello. The green one used to be called Shark but is now Leonardo Travesty They also weren't Chefs, instead they went around the universe eating new "lifeforms" The closest things to being chefs was making food. In the KGTAC H-S Panel, the yellow text says "From the Edge(s?) of the Universe, the finest silicone based chefs share their secrets" (Wait A MINUTE, I JUST REALIZED "Commanders and Sharks" is a reference to "Commander Cello" and "Sharkalien") 2193: Wow, this is different 2194: Yeah, totally different. It was much bigger in H-S Beta. Like there's nothing here that's shared. Even the portrait is different, like look, that clown is at a different angle.
H-S BETA PAGE 236
KGTAC PAGE 2194
2201: Huh, i wonder why Ana has a keyboard here, In Home-Skillet she played a Saxophone, Here's the flash of that here.
HOME-SKILLET BETA PAGE 193 (FLASH)
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2203: … huh 2211: OH! i actually have something to talk about there, something like this happened in the Home-Skillet Beta, but instead it was done by Fred to enter the basement of his house (which we have not heard of in KGTAC Home-Skillet, maybe its that mystery door?)
H-S BETA PAGE 94
KGTAC PAGE 2211
Extra Notes: I forgot Edmond existed. Edmond didn't do anything (since they're dead.) They also weren't prototyped so they never got to do anything, Instead it was a clown in a Birthday hat
HOME-SKILLET BETA PAGE 159 (FLASH)
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Also Here is the Page 70 flash on YouTube for easy viewing if you're interested, all of these videos are unlisted since I didn't create Home-Skillet and it doesn't feel right to make them public. Only really putting them here since it shares some relevance with what I'm talking about here and well i haven't gotten any complaints so far.
HOME-SKILLET BETA PAGE 70 (FLASH)
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Apologies for how late this analysis was, It wasn't THAT difficult to make this, its just that i didn't have much time due to starting college and being a bit overloaded with classes. Which meant what free time i had i used to game and read instead of hobbies like the analysis. (Like yeah... I had up to Fred's house part of the analysis done like 6 weeks before posting this... I just got the free time to finish this up recently and also that apology for how late it was was written around that same time.... So Yeah!)
What next for the analysis posts: I still want to make these, This post took many hours to make, Probably over 12 hours total (i should probably start keeping track of the time here) Like my final edit here was about 6 hours which was adding new things i noticed, all the flashes, the ending, clearing up anything vague, and fixing minor grammatical errors. I'm just imagining how long this would've taken if the author didn't take a break. I'll still keep making these, but yeah, These posts are definitely going to be rarer as i don't have a summer break's worth of time and due to the way these analysis posts work. (I talk about every page with anything to note, doing multiple re-reads of relevant sections, and generally looking around both fanventures.)
Whats next for my blog: It'll go back to normal with my reblogs, i sorta didn't want to reblog anything until this update came out so i can explain everything here. Hopefully no one here minds that since i have interests outside of KGTAC and Homestuck. (and even then, i didn't reblog Homestuck stuff, since i wanted to explain things first in an update)
Well I hope you all enjoyed the end of this analysis, I did my best to try and keep this as polished as usual. For some final thoughts, THE BOX is probably going to show up later as a Chekhov's gun sort of thing. another thing, WHATS IN THE PACKAGE!?!?! No, seriously, I've got no clue what it could be, it could be a sylladex, but that's sorta a big box, maybe a SYLLADEX STARTER SET (alliteration my beloved) would make sense in the box, we might get more hints later. Outside of theorizing, i do kinda miss the flash files. With flash files, i can grab assets out of them, which can be useful for seeing things you otherwise wouldn't, higher quality assets, and for asset ripping. You can't really do that with a video. Yet another thing to note is that the Act-Act structure for ACT 2 of KGTAC might be rolls, as that's how it was in Home-Skillet Beta (And yes, KGTAC does have ACT ACTS, in Act 1 it was END OF DAY X). Well anyways, if anyone has any questions, theories, or noticed i missed something, I'd like to hear em.
#homeskillet#home skillet#home-skillet#karkat goes to a convention#kgtac#homestuck#kgtac analysis#media analysis
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The Dark Picture ~ Origins of the Ink Demon : Operation Drawcia Pt.21 ~
~ Cues 64/Canvas Curse File Select Theme ~
Ribbon : Hmmm...Still no luck if Drawcia wanted you to save the world, but can't seem to figure it out what Ado really meant to you.
Adeleine : It cannot be always that perfect, the battles, the missions, I've done my training in the past years. Although, what I heard from her of turning Dreamland into a world of painting, she mentioned something about creating a human copy of her. Should I let her know about that.
Waddle Dee : Honestly, If I were to think about it, come to the mention of those terms to reveal that Drawcia isn't the only heir that is single, but has two relatives, that are also heirs of the family itself. That's why she run that giant science corporation in Japan in the first place. But unknown to some circumstances, something seems a little off.
Waddle Doo : Well, what do you got something else in mind.
King Dedede : On the contrary, I'm thinking about the castle being rebuilt by Drawcia herself, but I realize that someone had a deep connection with the Drawcia Family.
Meta Knight : [To King Dedede] You thought someone who?
King Dedede : That old geezer in white coat. I forgot about remembering what was his name...Err--E.Gadd, Professor E.Gadd, the man who gave Luigi that ghost-sucking, item-collecting vacuum, the Poltergust 5000. Yeah, yeah. That was his name, he had some connection with Drawcia, wonder what it's like with her meeting that old geezer. He had a deal that his science would help her to create a machine that has the magic touch to bring everything to life, including copies like the Magical Paintbrush. It's basically to remind you that the Magical Paintbrush has same touch with E.Gadd's brush, the one that was made by him. E.Gadd's brush said it was the same type as the paintbrush itself, to make an exact scientific version of Drawcia's brush. It's like the two powerful weapons match. But and it considered to be a gift to Drawcia. But around three years ago...
Waddle Dee : Yeah...We remember. Bowser's son came to the labs disguising himself as Shadow Mario, a doppelganger to the real one, proclaiming it that he wanted to use the brush for something bad. E.Gadd didn't want the brush to Bowser's son, he demanded him to steal it from him and make Drawcia enraged with hatred over Bowser's princess-kidnapping shenanigans. That's what got Mario and peace involved of the Isle Delfino incident, the chief of Isle Delfino, aka the Mayor, got too carried with his useless laws for making Mario the bad guy and Bowser Jr getting away of doing the same thing as Bowser kidnapping peach all the time. She just couldn't take it no more, to punish those who defied justice against art, she had no choice but to shun Isle Delfino's mayor and was turned into a lifeless portrait, but for Bowser and his son, Jr, Drawcia had to take brush and keep it for safe reasons.
King Dedede : Man...It's always Bowser kidnapping the princess thing all over again, I mean...The Mad scientist has kidnapped a pink hedgehog once before he captured another princess by the year 2006.
Waddle Dee : 2006? That's the year when Kirby's cake get stolen or even opening a prison containing an evil cosmic entity that is the psuedo ruler of the Underworld. That's something we predicted from those foreshadowing memories of our past and futures.
Ribbon : Who knows, If Bowser and his son Jr would pay up for their idiotic ways, Drawcia would've shun them both for making mario a criminal. So, she had to teach them a lesson and uhh, she kinda let them go.
Adeleine : Well, that was pointless, letting a villain getting what they deserve is truly one's justice, Drawcia had the authorities to bring justice the real villains and not the heroes that are the innocence. I feel no grudge about villains doing stupid stuff. Like Mad Scientist or even his robotic doppelganger, I heard Rabbit accused both Sonic and chameleon named Espio of taking Chocola, but it was Metal Sonic who had been doing the "MIND MANIPULATION" thing.
Ribbon : That's what got Mario, Sonic, and Bill Rizer involved of the incidents of crimes that they didn't commit, Mind Manipulation was a villain's thing, the same thing all over again, and again, and again. It's no wonder they were too selfish for their own ways, I guess some villains to need learn about respect.
Adeleine : Yeah, they really need to put them in their own places, serves them right for messing the heroes' reputation.
*A roller skater in a hoodies passes by*
Adeleine : Huh?
??? : Hey, Adeleine. Congratulations on making it the hero's way.
Adeleine : Eh? Who are you?
??? : There's no need for explanation, come to me at a quiet place where you can have a talk with me.
Adeleine : Alright then, but how do we know if we can trust you.
??? : Follow me. *skates off*
Adeleine : I'm hoping that this guy's trust worthy, but his voice sounds familiar, hope that this what that strange fella requested. It's his call.
*scene changes to a Art Studio*
Adeleine : What is this place? Feels like I've been before.
??? : Yes, this is where we can talk privately, I hope it's been quited down a lot since we got here. But do not worry, I am the only one who can trust you.
Adeleine : Like anyone can trust strangers, to that.
Kirby : *smells something* Painting! Painting!
Adeleine : [To Kirby] Hmm? Did you say something.
??? : N-Never mind him! We don't want to make any suspicious sounds like we're doing this before. I don't know if Drawcia is holding with up aching sound of Black Arms Invasions and the Exception Zone. Honestly, Professor E.Gadd knew that the brush he invented was in hands of Drawcia, your creation and founder of Drawcia Family corporation.
Adeleine : And why do I want to explain that much?
??? : Why don't find yourself out of this one? Maybe this will refresh your memory. *claps hands but nothing happens*
Adeleine : Hmm. Nothing happened.
*lights turned on automatically*
Adeleine : Huh? Did that work?
??? : No...It must've been the system from the Drawcia Family mainframe.
Drawcia's Computer : Welcome back, Adeleine, former trainee of Drawcia Family corporation. I see that you have made your way back to the training facility.
Adeleine : Wait a sec...
[Echo Night - Beyond OST : Track 2]
Ribbon : This place, this art studio...Adeleine, this was your old school back in the past of Shiver Star Earth! It looks exactly like it!
Drawcia's Computer : How was your vacation?
Adeleine : Been there a long time ago.
Drawcia's Computer : Master Drawcia has heard about since the Dark Matter invasion around 5 years ago. My readings suggest that I have your previous data as one of the leading researcher in our unit 5 years and in your personnel records that shows you dead.
Adeleine : Oh what? Look who's talking now, you cheesy hunk of hardware. I learned more aspects of being Drawcia's personal slave, I was the one who created her and that was my idea that I wanted her to bring everything to life, but do not worry, I am bringing my report cards to see you drop dead, but what's more important is that, this is the place that I used to make things come to life.
Drawcia's Computer : Correction. But you're seem to missing some current details about your previous life on the planet earth before it was frozed by a creature that has been living on the earth's surface for years.
Stranger : It's true, Adeleine and Ado used to live on that planet before it was frozen into the planet known as Shiver Star, but I...a redeemed a painter knows about making the world shattered in pieces, with the powers of the Dark Picture, and then I realized that I usually be a famous painter back on Ice Cream Island.
Drawcia's Computer : Ice Cream Island, I remember that place, you were there at the castle to do some of your finest work, but I hardly understand that you were defeated by the hands Kirby around 10 years ago. My readings confirmed that I found some of your previous data as the son of Lololo and Lalala.
??? : Yes, you are correct, I am Lololo and Lalala's son. I've been keeping this as a secret for a long time, but anyone who knows something suspicious about bring my creations to life, but I lack the drawings of monsters to life.
Adeleine : Wait a sec, I know who you are...You are...
*Removes cloak*
Adeleine : Just as I expected. Paint Roller!
*DBZ SFX : Surprise*
Waddle Dee : What? This is the guy that Kirby faced with before? That Paint Roller!
Waddle Doo : Hey, you're right. We remember that guy before! You're Paint Roller of Ice Cream Island! You're that one who was guarding the pieces of the Star Rod after someone broke it, [To King Dedede] and it was your idea, sire!
King Dedede : You know I was the only one who can stop Nightmare for bringing the curse of Dreamland, also I have a feeling that this what the terms of saving it from devastation makes no sense when it comes to bad wizard dudes.
Adeleine : But that's not fair! This is unacceptable, I saw you got defeated at the hands of Kirby! How are you still alive?
Paint Roller : I lived more than enough, but as you can see I already think of a copy myself, but that witch is giving me nauseated headaches making them more concern about this picture painted in the dark. But the more Exception is that the Multiverse would be in shambles with the Ohkuboverse being all popular, too bad that it's a shame that it has been dashed all away from the Time Eater's attacks. Due to the Influence of Shinra Kusakabe, humans has overcome their greed in a series of conflicts after conflicts that trascended Death to the next level, but this was no ordinary chance that humans, witches, demons are alike this to bring wars and mores in order to destroy the boy's legacy. But I feel it was never a tomorrow.
Adeleine : Roller what are you saying?
Paint Roller : Apparently, one of the survivors of the Ohkuboverse said to have isekai'd into the American state of Maryland.
Adeleine : Who is the survivor.
Paint Roller : Tamaki. Tamaki Kotatsu. She's one of the survivors that isekai'd herself to the real world state of Maryland, it's like a part of the East Meets West Trade. Please, don't tell the public that I told you before, Or Drawcia we'll turn me into a priceless portrait to have me shipped off into that mansion.
Adeleine : And let me guess. Do you where Tamaki Kotatsu is.
Paint Roller : Wait, I remember where Tamaki Kotatsu is...she's a naval station...a zone like called the "Huge Crisis".
Adeleine : But how do we get to the Naval Station...if you could really use an access to the Naval Station...I believe that there is a door that leads to the facility is where the naval station is located. Tamaki was being held hostage at that station after her disappearance on her way home from Pennsylvania. Come on guys. We gotta go find the girl that is being held hostage.
*Meanwhile back at Huge Crisis*
"Around the same time"
Rouge : This is Rouge the Bat, come on out with your hands up or surrender now peacefully!
Eggman Nega : Never! I got a girl that is holding hostage!
Tamaki : Help! Someone help me!
Rouge : Do you have any idea what you're doing man from the future?
Eggman Nega : I have no intentions on telling you G.U.N geeks to dare stand in my way. But let's see if you can handle this machine, the same one from the Leaf Storm Zone!
Rouge : Like using that some sort of contraption? Using this Naval Station against others is your mistake, Eggman Nega! It's time for you to be sent back to the future!
Eggman Nega : NEVER!
Rouge : Okay then! We'll do it our way!
[Metal Scratchin by Hideki Naganuma plays]
Rouge : And if you say no again, we'll just have to force the issue.
Shinra the Devil Chao : Hey, Arthur. I found the machine. And this one is using the carrier as a weapon to kill us. But who in the world is inside that thing!?
Tamaki : Shinra! Shinra it's me! Kotatsu!
Shinra the Devil Chao : What!? Tamaki's inside that contraption!? What the heck is going on!?
Tamaki : Please, Shinra! Save me! Get me out of this thing!
Shinra the Devil Chao : Why...WHY YOU MUSTACHE FOOL!!! How dare you use your grudges against my comrades! I'm gonna teach you a lesson by freeing Tamaki!
Tamaki : Save me, guys! This contraption is going out of control!
Shinra : Darn! What should I do, If we destroy the machine, Tamaki will die in there along with it.
Eggman Nega : And now witness the ubearing power of the new Eggman Hammer...I give you the Egg Hammer Mega--
*DBZ SFX : Ki Blast*
Tamaki : Eject!
*DBZ SFX : Explopsion*
Eggman Nega : Curses! I won't forget this!
Tamaki : Shinra! Help me! I can't fly, and I don't have any powers! *falls* WAAAAAH!!!
Shinra & Saber : TAMAKI!
*DBZ SFX : Aircraft boosting*
Tamaki : Eh? Am I being saved? Oh thank goodness, for a second there I thought that I was gonna hit the ground like a kitty-kat, but turns out that I'm finally saved by this nice--[screaming] AAAAAAHHH!!!
*cues Aparoid Blitz*
Sonic : What the-!? That's not part of the Huge Crisis boss fight!
Peppy : General Pepper!
Sonic : Pepper? Hey, wait a sec, isn't that Nintendo?!
General Pepper : What? Sega Veterans. So nice of you to see me in this machine that I am piloting. However, you are all too late. I'm being controlled by these things called Aparoid have taken over my body.
Sonic : Aparoid? What the heck is an aparoid?
General Pepper : They are an invasive species throughout the Lylat system, they arrived when Star Fox was about to bring Andrew Oikonny to Justice, however...Andrew died when the Aparoids arrived, and then began to possess those into corruption making them as their hosts.
Sonic : That's insane! Only a Nintendo villain would be stupid enough to fall for such nonsense! Can't believe that these alien baddies are doing something for their dirty work! I can't let them get away with this!
General Pepper : Well then...I suggest that the only way to defeat me and save this girl from being harmed by the invasive creatures, I volunteered anyone to destroy me! Destroy this contraption controlled by the aparoids.
Sonic : Darn! There's no way I would be in a Dog fight with him, cause he's a Dog.
Shinra the Devil Chao : [to Sonic] Uhh, dude? That's xenophobia, and even racist.
Sonic : [To Shinra] Don't be teasing on me, man.
General Peppey : Hurry! Destroy me! Destroy this contraption of mine.
Tails : [To Sonic] SONIC!!!
Sonic : Tails!
*Tails appears in the Tornado 1*
Sonic : The Tornado! How did you manage to get it fixed.
Tails : Just with the help of an old friend!
*Kohran-Li appears behind him*
Kohran-Li : Sonic! Long time no see! I managed to get the Torando 1 fixed! But it's a replica that I built, it's only to work as a color scheme, but this is actually the Tornado 2, making it as your own plan, but coded in red color scheme! Come on, Sonic! We got a Dog Fight to win!
Sonic : Alright! If you insist!
Wolf : Get out of our way, the general's mine! Sorry that we had to take a detour to this naval station!
*Star Fox Assault Theme plays*
Sonic : Star Fox, great!
Wolf : Hey, be a little nicer to Fox Mccloud, he's the son of the legendary James Mccloud, not that human one from F-Zero, the real James Mccloud.
Sonic : Sorry to misjudge that okay.
Fox : That's okay, but never mind that. I have to fight General Pepper, I really need to stop him in order to save the multiverse from these threats.
Sonic : Sounds like not a half bad idea, Fox.
Fox : I won't get too nervous on fighting pepper, he's our general and we have to save him! Here I come, Aparoid scum bag!
General Pepper *snickers* This is just the beginning of this formal kind of entertainment. This should be our very fist climatic battle, Fox! Do your best and show how much bravery! that you can do it for me!
Tamaki : Please...I don't want to die, I'm scared!
General Pepper : Worry not, humans don't fret with despair or feared in battle, I want your valorous effort to stop me, show me how much you can do yourselves as heroes or warriors of judgement!
Tamaki : ...Hmph. You're right...I am a brave strong girl, I have the rights to be hero!
Shinra : That's the Tamaki we know, Arthur! Alright, space dog! Prepare to have a Dog Fight!
Tamaki : Let the good times roll!
"NINTENDO AND SEGA JOINING FORCES ONCE MORE!"
~ Mission 20 : Dogfight in the Sky ~
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idk if you do these kinda things but who do you feel would be most to least likely be a good artist (drawing/painting)?
I have never done those things actually, but i love the concept! Let me start!!!
Twisted Wonderland Characters; How good are they at drawing/painting?
Draws often and draws very good!: Rook and Jade. I know and i feel these two will mostly draw because of their passions for nature, they sketch often, Jade sketching mushrooms and Rook sketching people or animals that catch his attention. He has an entire sketchbook of Vil and an oil painting of him.
Draws very good, but doesn't do it often: Leona, Malleus, Azul, Sebek, Vil and Cater. I see Leona and Malleus knowing how to draw since princes dutys lmao. Azul would have learned because of curiosity. And also HE HAS GOOD WRITING OK!? Cater knows how to draw cute things but refuses to do it and Sebek isn't so into drawing even tought he is good at it... Definitely he painted his Malleus portrait. Vil probably learned it for fashion stuff but likes to draws apples and clothes when he is bored.
Draws kinda good, probably just sketches or little drawings in his notes: Riddle, Kalim, Trey, Silver, Deuce, Idia. I can see Riddle drawing little hedgehogs in his notes but not so many so he doesn't get distracted. Kalim fills his notes with random drawings of things he imagines on class, i can see him. Cats, rugs, parrots, Jamil, etc. Trey probably draws cute cakes and small animals for his brothers. Silver just knows how to draws animals because Lilia taught him and he does it to not fall asleep. Deuce draws little chickens and baby chickens!!!! Idia draws... Little anime girls in his notes... probably.
Draws horribly and doesnt want anybody to know about it: Jamil, Ruggie, Epel, Jack. I can see these four not knowing how to draw and being ashamed of it. They sometimes try for assignments but fails horribly.
Draws horribly ON PURPOSE: Ace, Floyd, Grimm and Lilia. We had this one coming, right guys? Ace draws decent when is for magic tricks but the rest of his life just draws horriby. Specially penises. I headcanon him as one of those classmates that fills your notebook with penises drawings or in chairs. He is little sh- MOVING ONTO FLOYD. He struggles even trying to draw anything but doesn't care!! He enjoys the scribbling and doing little bad fish drawings. He has done one with his brother and Azul probably. Grimm is a cat, cannot hold right a pen. And Lilia actually draws very good! He teached Silver when he was a little boy! But drawing horribly is his passion. His hobby. And loves when everyone wonders what is that puddle of ink in his notes... "Is a bat" he says proudly.
Literally copies the drawings because he is a machine but probably if he can, he will draw little cute childish drawings in crayon: Ortho.
Those are my headcanons!! Hope you enjoyed this session :D this isn't canon at all, just the Jade part since i know it, have a good day!
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ok u guys wanna know one of my top lesbian jokerfication moments. in college in my painting class we had a self portrait assignment that was supposed to be super personalized so I made mine like a cartoon vers of myself and I did a lot of detail and put a lot of stuff in the bg that was really important to me and it was a 5 foot tall oil painting but the important part to this story was that I had a shirt that said "dyke bitch" on it bc not only have I've been called that but even when that hasn't been specifically directed at me that's kinda the existence I've lived relative to the men in my life. like very very specifically abt lesbianism.
anyways I started talking to a classmate and he was like I REALLY like ur painting I wish I had a shirt with a slur on it! and I was like um ok. but then the next semester for his illus class he decided to just straight up copy my painting and I know that because he literally told that to both me and my teacher except he said that he was "too lazy" to do all the other detail I did in mine LOL and he made this super insulting bastardized version except with a shirt that said the f slur on it and he made the whole thing about himself and just copied the things in my art that he felt he could superficially apply to his life and anyways. if u r wondering why I am such a mean dyke thats why
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For a change of pace I’m going to actually say something nice about a character, and that’s Claude (under the cut cuz it got a bit long and I remember!! that’s a fucking thing you can do lmaooo).
Like, there’s honestly a lot to this character that I find very striking and sadly gets overlooked in favor of either making him a complete joke or a complete/near complete sociopath. I like that Claude initially believes himself to be this beacon of hope to this silly land of Fodlan because of his view as an outsider... and then realizing and acknowledging he’s not, that while an outsider’s perspective takes away the bias of growing up steeped in certain ways it also leaves holes that he just can’t catch without someone showing him due to his ignorance of said culture. He thinks he has Cyril and Rhea pinned down to rights because of course he would, why wouldn’t he... and then he actually talks to them and is shown wrong, and he listens! With Cyril he likes being shown the truth even if it means it puts him and his previous beliefs in a nonperfect light! With Rhea he doesn’t just reject her words even though they blow a giant hole in what he thought of her for the vast majority of the game!
And the way his trust issues are handled, while I do think could have been dealt with better had the route focused on his character more, I still absolutely love it. It’s so subtle but consistent throughout pre ts/post ts VW, how often he “makes sure” the Golden Deer are by his side, how he always has to find the “right time” to reveal his plans to them because he genuinely thinks they won’t trust or believe in him, how he genuinely thought that Hilda and Judith would abandon him if things got too dangerous for them personally (in AM for Judith, Hilda for both CF and AM), how you never really get Claude’s full story anywhere even in the end or the S support (almost like that’s a big source of trauma for him and he’s a secretive guy because of that trauma that doesn’t magically stop being a thing because you wanna kiss him! Congrats IntSys for once you managed to get something kinda right!), how even something like you calling him a stalwart ally is responded with a wink and a deflection saying that you’re just flattering him (because you can’t actually believe he’s a good ally too, right?), but then you see him actually trust someone and oh. Oh man. The difference is night and day. How he pleads with Dimitri to stop fighting and join forces in both AM and VW despite Dimitri being off the fucking walls at the time, how he honestly believed that Dimitri would not only recover from his madness but still come to his aid in AM, hell even in CF he honestly believes that there’s no way Byleth would kill him despite them deliberately forcing the Alliance into the war by invading them, shown by his shock and hurt if you actually do - Claude puts his trust in few people but when he does he does and that’s honestly so indicative of how drastic his trust issues affect him.
You see that growth more blatantly in his supports as well - compare how worriedly Claude deflects Hilda’s observation about his knowledge of how Almyrans see the Gonerils pre ts to him inviting her to meet his parents post ts. Similar with Leonie, how he offers to take her to his homeland, something pre ts Claude would never dream of.
And then there’s his empathy and compassion! Like often he’s very careless when it comes to trying to discover the truth yes, but when he sees there’s a line he’s going to cross if he does? He steps back, always. His supports with Marianne show this amazingly, with him thoughtlessly stepping on her insecurities, trying to apologize and make her feel better but failing, and then ending with him opening up to her about his own life - something he very, very rarely does - to make her feel less alone with her struggles. His ones with Flayn even say straight up that he dislike forcing secrets out of people, and when he says he’ll give up trying to get Flayn to talk herself... he does. Legitimately. Afterwards he just spitballs theories to her. Even when he sees he’s hitting close to home when he correctly guesses Flayn and Seteth’s relationship he doesn’t push farther than that despite the huge implications of what that means. And this “I don’t like to force secrets out of people” line is backed up by you losing support points with him if you try to dig at Flayn after Remire.
And we know that Claude doesn’t immediately think of the commonfolk in his dream via his supports with Cyril, but damn, when they’re in front of him, when they’re directly in his care? Claude arguably goes the farthest of the three lords to portect them. Mr. “Tactical Retreat” suddenly puts himself in direct danger by painting himself as a prime target for the Empire to attack in AM and CF. He involves none of the other houses and tell his men to retreat should things get dangerous for them (as shown in explore dialogue with CF!Lysithea and what he says if Judith and Hilda die in AM/CF in their respective maps). He calls in the Almyran army in CF and on the Kingdom army in AM - forces with trained soldiers ready to fight, not civilians desperate to live. And speaking of civilians, he evacuates all of Derdriu’s civilians and closes down entry into Derdriu. Even with him planning on retreating himself should things go badly that takes some nards to go through with given how easily things can go badly for him should just about anything go awry; he goes the distance for those under his care.
And also how readily he offers his support and understanding to the more emotionally abused characters. Look at his talk with Dimitri during Golden Deer’s Plea, back at his supports with Marianne, how he sympathizes with Rhea - someone he actively disliked/distrusted for most of the game - once he hears her story.
And yo, man, his backstory? Imma be real, very rarely do I get invested in “racism bad” storylines because so often they fall into “white man bad POC good” black-and-white (lol) mentality, but this? I actually felt this. So rarely is a mixed race person’s perspective shown in regards to racism since it’s more complicated than “whitey bad POC good”. No, both have people in them that are raised with beliefs that breed racism. They’re not evil people, they’re a result of the culture that raised them, and that raised those that raised them, and so on and so forth. He gets that his dream is unrealistic and that it’d take a very, very long time to implement even if it did happen and even then would face extreme backlash from people from both sides, but he believes in this dream. It’s what lets him face on Edelgard in CF despite the insignificant chance he has of winning if he does so, what pushed him to go beyond his familiar home of Almyra into the completely unknown Fodlan, what drives him to aim for Almyra’s throne despite his position as the youngest prince (aka his weak connection compared to his half-brothers).
And like, Claude shares with Rhea in that IntSys dropped the ball on their characters anyway, despite how much thought was put into them. Rhea is stripped of damn near any agency in post ts, non-CF routes and Claude has noticeably less direct attention given to his upbringing compared to Edelgard and Dimitri (and small things like no appearance from either of his parents’, no child portrait, stuff like that). This is most likely due to their routes basically being copy-pastes of each other so it had to be compatible with both characters so both characters had to suffer for it. But like, for what we got? I still love it.
#Claude#claude von reigen#Claude (fire emblem)#gonna actually tag him since it's positive#more stuff I couldn't fit in the post itself:#i personally acknowledge Dimitri and Rhea to be better written characters than Claude but just something about him had me connect to him mor#though I still do love Dimitri and Rhea don't get me wrong lol#And furthermore on the point with Claude and Rhea#he almost sounds like he doesn't want to get to truth from Rhea when she's at her deathbed#and only does so because the truth NEEDS to be known by someone and only Rhea has that truth#shown by how his first words to her when they meet for the last time is him apologizing#and interestingly Rhea says that she's happy to see the ''two'' of them#them being Claude and Byleth#just find it interesting how she says that specifically#like you'd think she'd be wary if anything towards Claude given his outburst the last time they talked privately#but by the last talk it looks like things like... actually improved between the two of them?#like not sure if ''respect'' is the right word but there's noticeably less tension in the air#and in fact there's that lessened tension in all the moments after Claude initially yells at her and she reveals some of the truth#and also you gain support points with Claude if you say you should let Rhea rest after rescuing her#which despite him saying ''Sadly I agree'' tells a lot about him cuz IntSys could have just made THAT the option you gain nothing with#or just have it join the endless dialogue branches that have both/all options do nothing to support points#if it really meant nothing kwim#loooon ass tag list but had a bit to say that I couldn't fit lmaooo
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🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity? 🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them? 🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?
✨ @debtwon. meme. still accepting!
🍃 vi’s naturally inclined towards being out in the sun. he loves to sweat. he loves humidity and he loves being beaten down by sunshine and that’s pretty much due to his upbringing in a tropical country aljgfdlgjdflkg... his favorite thing to do outdoors is just... draw. he likes to draw. a lot of his art turns out to be portraits of nature. lots of flowers and trees and the sky. a lot of sunsets and moonrisings and etc. he also rly likes to do yoga outdoors on the hottest days of the year. one thing he likes to do at the very end of summer and all through autumn is collect leaves and press into bookmarks. he usually gives these bookmarks away since he... makes so many bookmarks for himself lol.
he just really likes being outdoors. a lot of people dont like the sweltering heat and walking through rays of light frying them, but he loves it... virote loves a good hike, too. back home, he really enjoyed working out in his grandparents field picking strawberries, picking rose apples, and riding horses :))) he’s a nature boi
🌌 virote started off as an oc for a jrpg from a tiny little company u may know called square... ya know, kingdom hearts, etc etc. he was an oc for final fantasy x. he was a summoner, endowed with the gift to save the world. but he failed. mostly everyone he loved was taken from him and his journey was dealing with the aftershock of all of that but then he kinda grew into his own thing of an amalgamation of stuff. 90s pop culture, 2000s pop culture. trashy reality tv. art house films. 80s and 90s anime. some 2000s anime. ive watched so much anime, its fucking stupid. that obscure ova that hasnt had a physical copy since 1994? ive seen it. that weird ecchi one-off with a publisher that has literally no info available? i’ve watched that. manga that was only printed a couple of years around 2005? been there! also just life experiences.
i’ve met so many crazy fucking people in my life.... done and seen a lot of crazy shit. never a dull moment in an alabama town where everyones high off their ass on meth! people tell me vi’s pretty real.... ya.... a lot of his experiences are real. down to meeting a guy behind a post office selling cough syrup from the back of his car. down to the bald drug dealer that pedals through the neighborhood on a little bike with a cute bell, wearing socks and sandals. city pop music too..... the magic, the sparkles, the twinkles. the wavy haziness of vaporwave. vi’s just this big, big reference i kinda love that. wish more people got said references. glkfdjglkdf.
virote is my love letter to pop culture. he is my love letter to visceral and heartwarming experiences ive had. he’s a love letter. he’s my love letter to what makes the weirdos weird. and that’s just kind of his charm that i decided from the jump. he’s not here to be cool. he’s so uncool that it almost makes him cool......... he’s my love letter to just being u, even if no one gets it.
🎭 he tries not to be too fake. he can keep it cute ya know... he can keep it formal and put on his business face when he wants, but other than that, vi’s not really one to bury who he is. what you see is what you get. it’s kind of hard for him to repress himself.
that’s exactly why he says stupid shit during inappropriate times and i wish he’d stop but who am i but a spectator to his decisions in life...................
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Tangled Roots (Neville Longbottom x Reader)
THIS STORY IS A COLLAB WITH THE EVER WONDERFUL @fromashescomephoenixes !! GO CHECK HER OUT !!
Summary: Professor Sprout is renowned for the scarcity of apprentices she accepts each year. In a surprising turn of events, the ever shy Neville Longbottom proves just why he’s in the house of red, and it certainly isn’t for his bravery.
“Y/n! Can you stay behind for a moment dear.” Professor Sprout called out to me as she dismissed the class, and I nodded eagerly. Rumour had it that Sprout was giving out two herbology apprenticeships. The past three years she hadn’t given any out, since she was extremely particular about who she mentored. I walked over shyly to the desk, and she smiled.
“Y/n, I was wondering what you were interested in doing after you left hogwarts?” All the fifth years had heard this too many times already, and I shrugged hopelessly.
“I have no idea, Professor.” I replied honestly. She nodded slowly.
“What subjects are you taking next year?” She asked.
“Advanced potions, herbology, divination, transfiguration and standard potions. The herbology will help majorly with my potions classes. Snape’s made it clear he only accepted the best, and I somehow got in.” I chatted excitedly. Snape could be an incredible teacher when he wanted to be, despite how much of a cow he was.
“Have you considered taking an apprenticeship with anyone?” Oh, Godric, this was it. She was about to ask me.
“I’m hoping to be offered one, which is why I’m only taking five classes. It gives me flexibility.” I shivered in anticipation.
“I would like to offer you a herbology apprenticeship. You’ll be working alongside another student, and I’ll be your mentors. This is an incredible opportunity, and one that you shouldn’t take lightly. I don’t expect an answer now-“ For the first time in five years, I cut her off.
“I would be honoured, Professor! Honestly, it sounds fantastic!” She smiled at me.
“The apprenticeship will begin tonight. I know you’re only halfway through your fifth year, but I believe I have two of the best herbology students Hogwarts has ever seen, and I intend on taking advantage of that. The course will be incredibly dense, and incredibly hands on, but the payoff is worth it. As you said, this is a huge advantage in potions, and in the herbology class. If you’re still interested, come to this greenhouse at half past seven tonight.” I nodded, and before I could say another word she ushered me out the door.
As I walked to potions, I pondered about who the other student would be. Would we be mentored at the same time? In my Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff herbology class, no one seemed exactly thrilled to be there. That meant it was a Gryffindor or Slytherin. Slim pickings, but I had a few friends in there.
I slipped into the potions classroom undetected, and stealthily pulled out some parchment and a quill. I sat beside Harry, and he smiled at me. Snape continued his lecture, and I began writing down notes.
“Why’re you late?” Harry asked, and I grinned.
“Sprout offered me an apprenticeship!” I whispered excitedly. Snape paused, and so did we. When he continued, Harry spoke.
“That’s amazing! Neville’s doing the other one.” Neville. That’s who the hidden herbology genius was.
“Longbottom?” Harry nodded. I didn’t know how I felt about Neville, but I suppose it didn’t matter. I caught his eye at the end of potions, and he flushed red. This was going to be interesting.
I finished dinner early and made my way to the greenhouses. I knocked hesitantly, but I needn’t worry.
“Come in!” Professor Sprout called eagerly, and I walked in, shutting the door tightly behind me. Neville was already there, and I smiled at him. He looked away, and I shrugged.
“Welcome, Y/n. Today your classes both worked on the beautiful fanged geranium. As you both know, this is a garden plant, and is incredibly senile when taken care of. It’s fangs have many uses and properties, making them excellently versatile in potioneering. Y/n, make sure you write that down. I imagine you’ll be covering this in advanced, though Neville you needn’t worry. These shouldn’t appear on your exam, however if they do then you’ll have much more preparation than the others.” I scribbled across my parchment quickly, eager to take in as much as I could. Sprout continued, and before I knew it she was ushering us out of the classroom.
“We will be meeting each night at half past seven. If you are unable to make it on a particular day, let me know the day prior.” Sprout shut the door.
“That was incredible!” I breathed as Neville and I stood outside the door. Neville nodded with a content sigh.
“The best! Can you believe we have another two and a half years of that?” We started walking, though our towers were on opposite sides of the castle. I cast a tempus as we walked, to see that it was half eleven.
“Rowena!” I exclaimed, and Neville increased his pace.
“Don’t worry, Neville. I’m a prefect. I’ll walk you back in case we run into anyone.” He slowed down enough for me to catch up.
“Isn’t the boy supposed to escort the girl?” He murmured.
“Wha-Oh!” I felt red creeping up my neck, and I involuntarily shivered. We walked in silence, my mind playing on what he had said. Neville Longbottom! I must have shared two words with him prior to this.
“I’m afraid I don’t know the way from here. You’ll have to guide me.” I broke the silence, and Neville took the lead. For some strange reason, I was committing the way to Gryffindor tower to memory.
“Our portrait’s a fat lady who thinks she can sing. Impossible to miss her.” Sure enough, I could hear a voice cracking in an attempt to reach a high note. I laughed.
“Is it always hear her before you see her?” Neville laughed as well.
“S’ppose so.” The warbling voice got louder and louder as we went up a staircase, and I finally met her.
“Oh! Hello, you two lovebirds. Is that Neville? Gosh, you’re dating a pretty little thing, aren’t ya?” She laughed and stared at us expectantly.
“No! We aren’t dating.” Neville shook his head, and she giggled. “Horntail.” His voice dropped, but I still heard it. The portrait swung open, and Neville looked back at me.
“Goodnight. Thanks for walking me back.” I smiled at him.
“No worries. See you tomorrow.”
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“The new seating plan is as follows.” Flitwick stood in the middle of the room, with his students standing in front of him.
“Granger, Boot, Longbottom, L/n, Potter, Goldstein..” His voice continued, but I didn’t need to listen. I high-fived Harry, and I smiled tentatively at Neville. He gave me a small smile back, and I figured it was due to his shy nature.
“Neville, did you finish Sprout’s assignment?” I had finished it, albeit with difficulty. He nodded.
“Yeah, it was tricky but Hermione helped me a bit.” Hermione overheard and smiled at us. I nodded in return. It was a wonder how Hermione didn’t snag one of the apprenticeships, considering she was the smartest witch in Hogwarts at the moment.
“I struggled with it, like, majorly. This is her first chance to assess us and I had no clue what I was doing. I think I might quit the apprenticeship.” It was a horrible thought, but it was the truth. Maybe I wasn’t cut out for a herbology apprenticeship.
“No way! Sprout offered it to you over Hermione, even! She thinks you can do it, so you have to at least try. I had no clue where to start, but by the end I was really happy with it.” Neville stared at me with his doe eyes and I felt something inside me change. I found myself slowly smiling.
“I guess. I’ll give it another week, I suppose.” Neville smiled back and the charms class went on.
All throughout the day I thought about my first herbology assignment. I knew it wasn’t to standard. I had no clue where to start, and it had been messy and rushed. At the end of advanced potions, I caught Hermione.
“Hey! Hermione! Neville said you helped him with the herbology thing, any chance I can get some wisdom?” I asked hopefully. She frowned.
“I’m sorry, Y/n. I have a class now, and I tutor on Tuesday nights. Is it due tonight?” I nodded, knowing I was fucked.
“Why don’t you ask Neville? I’m sure he’d be happy to help. Bye!” I watched her retreating figure before she was lost in the crowd. There was a reason I hadn’t asked Neville for help, but I couldn’t figure out what it was.
“Hey, Y/n!” Harry nudged my shoulder, and I fell into step beside him.
“Hey, Harry. Are you doing any apprenticeships this year?” Harry looked at me for a long time before he spoke.
“Kinda. It’s sort of a secret.” I squeezed his hand briefly before letting go.
“That’s cool! Are you struggling as much as I am? I’ve failed the first assignment already, and Hermione can’t even help me!” Harry laughed, at least someone thought my life was funny.
“Yeah, I definitely am. Snape’s my mentor. He’s a right cow, I want to shove my head through the desk every time he speaks.” We both laughed, and it was nice to have a friend.
“I’m going to the library. Care to join me?” I couldn’t do my herbology first, since at least I had done some of it. The rest of my subjects, annoyingly, gave me enough homework for a week due in a day.
“Sure! Only if I can copy your notes for both potions and transfiguration.” I shook his outstretched hand.
“Deal.” As we turned a corner, Malfoy and his goons approached us.
“L/n and Potter. What a pretty pair.” Harry tensed beside me.
“Wow, thanks! I’ve always thought you and Harry were the prettier pair, honestly.” Parkinson caught my eye, and for some reason she smiled.
“Wh-What?” Harry and Malfoy both stuttered out a response. I grabbed Harry’s hand and pushed past them before laughing.
“When’s dinner again?” I asked. Harry shook his head.
“Okay. One, you’ve been at this castle for five years and your dumbass can’t remember what time dinner is. Two, what the fuck was that?” We entered the library, and Pince glanced over at us before returning to her book.
“It shut him up, didn’t it?” I whispered, sliding my stuff onto a table. Harry sat next to me.
“At my expense!” Harry argued.
“And his. He didn’t even notice it was about you. Here’s my standard and advanced potions notes from today. Standard is the procedure for brewing the fake amortentia, and I can’t even remember what advanced was. Something about the forest?” Okay, maybe I should have paid more attention in advanced. In my defence, Harry paid even less attention. Harry’s face was still red, and I wondered why he was so fixated on a comment.
“You’re lucky you’re funny or I wouldn’t grace you with my presence.” Harry huffed as he pulled out his parchment and quills, and I handed him my notes. I then pulled out my herbology textbook and notes from the previous lesson. There was a lot.
“Blimey! Who would have thought herbology was so annoying?” Harry exclaimed as he stared at my desk, and I shrugged.
“It’s different when you like the subject, ya know?” We gradually shifted to working in silence, and the only sound was the occasional page turn and the rough scratch of quill on fresh parchment. I didn’t know how long had passed, but I did know I had finished the work for all my other subjects. Herbology had to be done eventually.
“Tempus.” I murmured, and I had exactly an hour before meeting with Sprout.
“Fuck.” I said, and Harry nodded.
“Mood.” He said as I opened up the textbook and flicked through the index, but nothing was catching my eye. A light tap on my shoulder made me turn around, and I smiled when I saw Neville.
“Hermione mentioned you might need my help with the first assignment? I’ve got a copy of mine here, and we can write a rough draft of yours. A self-inking quill can do the rest, right?” I stared in shock. Never before had I heard Neville speak so many words at once, let alone to me.
“Um-yeah. Sure. Thanks for the help. Did you want to grab a seat from that table?” I gestured to a nearby empty table, and Neville headed over there. Harry was gesturing wildly when I turned back around.
“You like Neville.” He accused me, and I shook my head.
“I barely know the bloke Harry.” I defended, but I began to wonder. I could very easily see myself falling in love with a guy like Neville, who loved herbology and all magical creatures, who smiled like he was the luckiest guy on the planet, and who loved his friends with everything he had. I didn’t quite know what my feelings were, and now they were an even bigger mess than I had initially thought.
“I started mine with an introduction on who initially discovered the fanged geranium, a muggle-born wizard Charles Heritier. He isn’t in any of our herbology textbooks, so I had to use a book on the success of wizards amongst muggles. He has like, half a page, but it was enough. Here.” Neville arrived and pushed a book towards me, and I picked it up, flicking through the pages.
“Thanks. Charles Heritier, that sounds strangely familiar.” I said, and I began jotting down the beginning of my essay.
“Probably because Charles also discovered geraniums. He must’ve had a thing for them, right?” I quietly laughed at the unexpected joke, and quickly wrapped up my introduction.
“You did the first body on Tilden Toots I’m guessing. She went on to discover how vast the use for fanged geraniums was, and revolutionised the use of the plant in potions.” I didn’t wait for Neville’s response as I kept writing.
“You barely need help at all.” He accused me, and I laughed again.
“You’re kidding, right? The intro is the hardest part, it sets the scene for the whole essay.”
We continued working on the essay, and at some point our arms had begun touching, our heads had drawn closer and our smiles wider. When we had finished the essay, I looked at the time.
“Oh, Rowena! We have got to hurry, Nev!” I began packing up my belongings when I realised a certain bespectacled Gryffindor had disappeared.
“Where did Harry go?” I asked, and Neville shrugged, as clueless as I was.
“No time to find out! Sprout is going to have our heads!” We flew out of the secluded corner of the library that Pince never seemed to check and into the corridor. I was already panting.
“Godric, am I unfit.” I sighed and Neville was struggling beside me.
“Maybe we shouldn’t have left it to the last minute.” He said between jagged breaths, and if I had had the energy to reply, I would have agreed. We arrived at the greenhouse a minute late, and Sprout had her hands on her hips.
“Honestly, you two. It’s scarcely been a week and you’re already late. Hurry along now, we’re beginning preparations for our case study on Lykos roots. Yes, Mr Longbottom, you heard me correctly. I received permission from Professor Snape and Headmaster Dumbledore, not to worry.” She bustled around, and Neville followed as I dumped my bag on my desk.
“Today’s lesson will solely be focussed on studying the types of potions that Lykos roots play roles in. Arguably the most important of these being the Wolfsbane potion. Can either of you tell me every ingredient in a Wolfsbane potion? And how each ingredient reacts?”
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“Hey.” I sat down with a huff and Harry nodded, mouth full of food.
“Hmph.” He chewed quickly. “Hey. You look right tired. You sure you’re sleeping okay?” Harry said, and I piled some fruit onto my plate.
“Yes, dad. I’m sleeping okay. This apprenticeship is just super intense.” Harry snickered.
“The apprenticeship, or your relationship with a certain Longbottom.” He said, and I death-glared him.
“For the last time, there is nothing going on between Neville and I.” I huffed again and chewed the handful of blueberries on my plate.
“Really? Then why did he ask if we were dating? Why did he ask if he could use the map?” Harry smirked and I rolled my eyes.
“You’re annoying. Remind me never to sit next to you again, will you?” Harry only laughed, and things were looking okay.
“I’m going to the library. You coming?” I said, and Harry shook his head quickly.
“After being forced to watch you and Neville flirt for almost an hour? I’d sooner watch Ron and Hermione.” We laughed as I stood up, my eyes going to the very pair. As usual, Ron was as red as a tomato. Surprisingly, Hermione was also blushing, making me wonder if they had heard him. My favourite spell revealed it was 6, and the library was open until 9 tonight.
I headed up, and before long found myself struggling to continue reading. Herbology of the 19th century sure could be a mood killer. Little was written about the Lykos root, and it seemed that this had been a complete waste of time. Well, I wouldn’t exactly call my nap a waste of time.
“Y/n,” I felt a gentle tug near my elbow. No one's hands were quite as soft as my favourite Gryffindor’s, and I sighed.
“Y/n it’s time for our apprenticeship again,” My head felt impossibly heavy to lift up, but another tug of my elbow forced me to open my eyes.
“Godric it feels like midnight,” I yawned. Neville simply nodded while stacking my books into a pile. “Really! I can get those,” I felt my face flushing as I reached for my books, but he gently swatted my hand away.
“It’s no trouble Y/n,” he smiled softly, and when our eyes met I knew I was in for it.
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Another day, another lesson. Last night Sprout had promised that we would truly begin our notes for the Lykos roots in preparation of what was to come. Whatever it was, we were completely in the dark about it, Sprout was keeping it a secret.
“As you both have learned this past week the Lykos Root, which is an essential ingredient in Wolfsbane potion, will be maturing on the next full moon.” Professor Sprout lectured. I nod, hoping I look interested. “The full moon happens to be tomorrow, and I have an incredibly special opportunity for you both,” Neville, who is three steps ahead of me tonight, has a glowing look in his eyes. “Tomorrow night you will both camp out here and harvest the root. I recommend lots of blankets and hot chocolate,” Suddenly all of this registers, and it’s all I can do not to groan at another night of little sleep.
As we exited the green house Neville brushed my elbow. Strangely, I felt warm for a moment while he began talking to me.
“I can take care of the preparations for tomorrow,” he paused trying to gauge my reaction. “I’ve seen how hard you’ve been working. You know I’m taking less classes,”
As much as I want to jig and shout that of course he can do everything to get ready, I remember my manners.
“What if I take care of the snacks? I may or may not know exactly where the kitchens are,” I throw in a wink as a strange burst of energy powers me to the door of my common room. Being friends with Harry really does have its perks. Neville nods and waves goodnight, realising it’s rather late. For a moment I think he might want to say something else, but he simply turns on his heel.
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That night I walked down to the greenhouse at twilight. The gentle rising rays of the moon kissed my face, and I felt something other than excitement rise in my stomach at the thought of harvesting these roots, an experience derived to many.
I could hear the echo of heavy footsteps, and when I turned around I saw Neville pop around a corner. He nearly stumbles on stray stones a couple times, but manages to stay upright.
“Hey,” I said quietly as he came closer.
“Hullo,” Neville grinned, and for a moment I found myself admiring his smile before I snapped out of it. He’s just Neville! I reprimand myself before tugging out the thermos I brought.
“I’ve got plenty of hot chocolate!” I said, blushing for an unknown reason.
“Ah, good,” he nodded. “I already set up the blankets and everything,” We enjoyed idle talk about his discoveries with the mimbulus mimbletonia until we reached the greenhouse.
There right next to the lykos root is a large pile of fluffy blankets and pillows of varying house colours. Candles were flying above the space similar to how they did in the great hall. This must have taken poor Neville ages.
“Wow,” I breathed as I pictured how well I could sleep here.
“Is it alright Y/n? I know it’s not as comfy as an actual bed, but it should be okay,” He hesitated, a blush gracing his cheeks. “I just set up one giant pile of blankets, but I can make a seperate one if you prefer. I’m sorry I know it’s awful!” He continued to ramble and blush until I cut him off.
“Neville!” He paused. “It looks lovely,” I found a warm blush on my cheeks as well.
“I’m glad you like it,” he whispered. We sat down on the cozy cushions and began to plan how best to handle the harvesting. Lykos root can only be harvested between midnight and 1 A.M during the full moon. However, there are a couple issues.
According to our research, the root is manageable until it is in direct moonlight, yet as soon as it is touched by a speck of moonlight, it begins to wriggle and attack. Once harvested, it must mature in the moonlight for two hours.
Unfortunately, there are tons of these plants, so it seems like we’ll have to work separately. Neville looked slightly disappointed once we decided this, and suggested that we do the first few together. I only nodded in response, my head still spinning from the effort Neville had put into our bedding situation.
Yet it is still about three hours before we can do anything with the plant. And we’ve already prepared the baskets that will hold the root with a magic barrier. I felt the warm air of the greenhouse inviting me to rest, and though I tried, I couldn’t hold back a yawn.
“You can rest if you want to y/n,” Neville said. Although it’s a tempting offer, my stubbornness wins out. That, and the strangely enticing thought of getting to spend more time with Neville.
“No, it’s alright. Let’s just talk or something so I can stay awake,” I said, and Neville seemed as happy as I was about my plan.
“Why do you love herbology so much?” Neville asked after a considerable silence. Naturally, I was dying to ask him the same question. Not many people were as dedicated to herbology as we were. Most kids squirm away from the dirt, flobberworms, and deadly plants.
“My grandma had the most beautiful garden,” I shared. There’s something about Neville that feels trustworthy. So even though I never usually share much about my family at all, I continue. “When my dad left, I ended spending a lot of time with her. And whenever,” I paused, feeling a little emotional, even though I’m not a crier. “Whenever I felt sad the garden was always there, reminding me that magic and love is real.” I sighed slightly. The love that my grandma put into that garden was the kind of love I longed to have from someone...
“That’s how I feel sometimes,” Neville responded looking a little teary. “I know my parents love me, but it’s- well it’s hard,” I could only nod. I’ve never been good at emotional discussions. I guess that’s a fault I have as a Ravenclaw, I approach everything analytically.
And so we continue to talk while we wait. Some of it about herbology, some about friends, some about our favourite colours. Neville is so easy to talk to. We have the longest conversation that I’ve probably had in a long time.
Luckily, the previous tempus charm I set alerts us that it’s time to begin the harvest. For the full hour we are both rushing around the greenhouse, careful not to step on each other’s toes. It’s a whirlwind of activity but somehow we harvest all of the roots.
Finally we’re able to lie down to sleep. Our different towers both look so far from here we agree to simply sleep in the blankets Neville brought down. We settle into our separate makeshift beds. Although it is so cramped, they are very nearly just one large bed. Letting a peaceful sleep wash over me, I slowly drift off.
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The dawn sun filtered softly through the greenhouse windows. I didn’t want to open my eyes, and I didn’t know how long I was laying there, basking in the soft sunlight only provided by a sunrise. As I slowly became more aware of my surroundings, I remembered where I was, and the steady rise and fall of the chest below me. My eyes shoot open and I realise somehow Neville and I ended up a tangled mess of limbs throughout the night. I stood up as quickly as I could without waking him, and I slowly stretched. I didn’t want Neville waking up and getting the wrong idea.
Or would it be the right idea? Honestly it’s just too early for these kinds of thoughts. I folded up the Ravenclaw blankets I was meant to sleep in, and began to write a note for Neville. While I’m thinking of what to write, Neville’s sleepy voice calls out, and Godric did it make my heart race.
“Y/n, is it morning already?” He props his head up. The sun makes the pool of honey in his eyes glow brighter. A warm blush was already creeping up my neck so I turned away.
“Yeah Nev, it is. I’m just heading down to breakfast now.” I turned on my heel and made my way out, but before I could reach the door Neville interrupted me.
“Oh great! I’ll come too!” I smiled, although I’m not sure why! I certainly don’t have a crush on Neville Longbottom.
We rushed to the Great Hall, hungry from all of the work we did last night. I turned to sit at the Ravenclaw table, because right now I simply can’t face Harry.
“Morning Luna,” I smile slightly before grabbing a fresh croissant.
“You look chipper this morning,” Luna smiles. “I heard you had to study with Neville?” I nodded as my mouth was full of buttery croissant. “So when is your first date?” I nearly choked, so Luna patted my back firmly.
“Oh, er,” I stumbled. I shouldn’t be this nervous! But I don’t want to make Neville think I’ve been spreading rumours.
“Oh it’s just a crush!” Luna giggled. Looking at her I realise.. I don’t want to object. She tends to be right about these things, and I find that she is right again. Blushing even harder now, I mumbled about all of the homework I have. She only giggled again before taking a bite of her toast.
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“Don’t look at me like that.” I sighed as I slid into my charms seat. Harry only raised his eyebrows higher, and I absentmindedly noticed Neville hadn’t arrived yet.
“He said you fell asleep under the stars. Do you realise how romantic and utterly adorable that is?” Harry continued to stare at me incredulously, and I pulled out my parchment paper.
“We fell asleep in a greenhouse because we were too tired to walk back to our towers. You’re starting to sound a little too much like our favourite reporter.” Harry wrinkled his nose at the mention of Skeeter, and I smiled as Neville sat down on the other side of me.
“Hey Y/n! You’ll never believe what just happened.” He exclaimed happily, and I didn’t miss the way Harry stared at me.
“What happened, Nev? Don’t tell me the Lykos root’s weren’t harvestable? I did not lose a good night’s sleep for nothing!” I sighed at the thought of having to harvest the roots for another night, but he shook his head.
“I saw Sprout at breakfast and she said that she had never seen Lykos roots harvested so well! She said she told Snape and that he’s going to be using all the plants from our greenhouse moving forward! Sprout said that there was a real possibility of us opening up an ingredient shop that specialises in plants!” He declared, and I stared, open mouthed. Snape, of all the professors, approved of our ingredients? I ignored Harry’s eye roll and I cheered.
“This is awesome, Nev!” I high-fived him, and he grinned back.
“Have you considered doing advanced potions? That would really help if you were planning on becoming a supplier.” I asked, and he shook his head.
“If anyone but Snape were the teacher, I definitely would.” He said, and I got a strange flashback to third year. More specifically, to Neville’s boggart.
“I totally get it! You never know, maybe we’ll get a new teacher next year. It’ll be okay.” I faced the front as Flitwick began his lesson, and I felt Neville’s arm brush mine. I smiled softly, and nudged it back. Maybe it would be okay.
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I stood at the exit of our shop, our very own creation, and slowly flipped the open sign to closed.
“Can you believe we did it?” Neville’s arms were wrapped around my waist, and he leaned his head on my shoulder. We watched in comfortable silence as the witches and wizards gradually apparated out of Diagon Alley for the day. When the last witch vanished, I turned to face him.
“If I’m honest? Absolutely not.” I laughed into the chaste kiss that he gave me, and we wandered further into our shop, our little dream.
“Do you want to do the cash float?” He asked, and I wrinkled my nose.
“My dear, sweet Nev. You know that I’d rather work at Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes for a month than do the cash float. I’ll take inventory stock.” He kissed me again, and I smiled.
Never would I have thought I would be so happy with life as this. Never would I have thought I would be so loved.
Never would I have thought that a perfect night would be a supper with Neville, followed by cuddles on our worn maroon couch.
Never would I have thought that Neville Longbottom was my soulmate. I wouldn’t live a life with anyone but him.
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So I rewatched Mulan and then got around to finally watching Mulan 2 so buckle up I guess
(apparently Mulan 1 has an IMDB rating of 7.5 and 2 has a rating of... 5.8 hoo boy.)
the intro’s okay but this title card... it really looks like they copied the first movie’s and slapped some clipart on it.
the animation is... something
generally it actually looks pretty good but it’s fairly obvious that they outsourced a lot more if not all of it
okay the first musical sequence slaps
I tried like 5 times to get a shot of shang getting feathers up his nose. alas. decent physical comedy tho.
the kid animation and design reminds me of Cats Don’t Dance’s villain for some reason
i like that they let the audience’s imagination do the work here
also the dad spouting koans constantly is kinda jarring tbh
“betting against my mother is not a gamble, it’s an investment” amazing
okay I read the description so I know what’s up here
also this whole exchange is v cute, good friend stuff
Like, it feels like they actually watched the first movie at the very least, yanno? Not every sequel can say that.
amazing
“Mulan... seems your grandma invited someone to help celebrate the engagment.“ “Really? ...who?“
-cut to huge crowd- “China.”
okay they’re really cute tho
“How about a pink slip?“ “Ain’t nobody want to see your drawers, Prunehilda.“ HELP
okay the jokes are actually pretty good? the timing isn’t as perfect as 1 but it’s really not that bad
the turnaround here makes it funny instead of just annoying tbh
the short timeline feels a little contrived tbh. also shouldn’t shang have known about this major threat before now if it’s this sudden
the emperor has been p on model actually (this shot not so much but /shrug)
“This calls for force, not finesse. We must become one with the countryside.“ calling ur bois yokels is quite the bold move shang xD
You know I actually like this characterization of the Emperor. The leader of a country (particularly set in a timeline and story where sexist oppression is the norm, see the first movie) isn’t necessarily going to be a perfect or even good person. His trust+honoring of Mulan does not equate to equity for every woman in the country, after all. And yet, he’s still concerned for the safety of his children, even outside the political ramifications. It’s a surprisingly and pleasantly deep characterization.
Speaking of which,
(it even characterizes the Matchmaker beyond “terrifying Ursula-like” from the first movie - heroes or no heroes, she don’t like the cut of their jib and has no qualms saying as much)
oh my god this reprise is amazing
v prepared, boys.
i like this little deflating moment
And the Emperor watching them pull away... ;_;
prebby,
lmao
pffft
of all the voice actors, it sounds most like Ling’s changed. Which is interesting since I would not expect him to have had the highest billing name. Maybe they got some really good fakes for some of the others?
oh my GOD this reminds me of that bit in Castle in the Sky (the Dianne Wynn Jones book not the movie) where the protag brings the princess dozens of portraits of men bc she’s only seen like 2 dudes in her life
Princess Mei did you actually get a look at this man
“But you didn’t even talk to him!“ “A true romantic can tell.“ Oh good you’re both overly romantic dorks
how do i tell them fantasies don’t constitute reality bc this could be tragic
safasdsafdgf amazing
the like one review I saw implied the princesses were kinda cardboard cutouts and of all the elements to be wrong about I’m glad that was one. They really feel like sisters and people it’s all very endearing
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apparently i’m an attorney right now
hey guys
this bitch right here
@deborahdeshoftim5779 i can’t even write her username without copying and pasting it but there we go
she’s trying you guyssss she’s really trying to come for michael
maybe inside her basement......no bathing for days... we know quarantine right.. people get crazy
so here i am responding to the “EVIDENCE THAT MICHAEL JACKSON MOLESTED CHILDREN” because.... i don’t know why tho
but this bitch challenged me and virgos love a challenge
we do love a challenge.. so
RESPONDING TO DEBORAH BLAH BLAH BLAH ABOUT HER BULLSHIT AND MICHAEL JACKSON OBSESSION
Michael Jackson slept in bed with other people’s children. Everyone, including @mjjicons, knows this is inappropriate and unacceptable. The majority of sexual abuse accusations against Michael Jackson have stemmed from the fact that he slept in bed with other people’s children. This is one of the clear reasons why parents do not allow their children to sleep in bed with adult strangers, and @mjjicons knows this very well.
this one is actually so shitty that i can’t even lol i highlighted the most important part on this.. this is actually not true
with a simple google search we can type in like “michael jackson accusations timeline” (i don’t have to do that because i actually know every single one of them but for proof purposes)
safechuck said he met michael in 1986 in a pepsi commercial set and of course, he said that michael asked him to sleep with him as seen in here:
alright! let’s do some research then
1986... what a year you guys! what a year!
here we have a great year review on the detail. (a youtube channel that i love so so so so so so so so much). and as we all know, 1986 was really important for michael jackson’s career overall, because that was the year when he wrote his (amazing) record called BAD!! kinda reclused. and of course he had the time to be the humanitarian he was:
also i can refute your “evidence number two” that michael only cared about pre-pubescent boys.. here’s our girl donna having a blast with my baby and bubbles.
also, safechuck said that he gave him the thriller jacket in the meeting.......but that’s actually a lie
because that jacket is with..... lady gaga! because it never was in safechuck’s hands. it was sold for her in a auction.
let’s go forward, shall we?
back to 86. allegations say that michael asked safechuck to sleep with him in the same bed in a trip to hawaii! of course if michael jackson was in hawaii in 1986 we would have some candids.
let’s do our research once again. he was never in hawaii in 86.... 87... no... here we go, 88, with safechuck and his family:
this was in february 1, 1988, at the kahala hilton hotel - hawaii. found it. also, this was the day of “moonwalk - the autobiography” release!
here he is with everyone! and our buddy alan light actually met him at the time:
as alan said, his team was with him too, of course. digging more information we can see it was a business trip and he brought his “friends” with him (fake bitchessss) as always. the first accusations, however, were made to the LAPD in 1993. james was with his whole family in there, fans around, team around, everyone. the only evidence is safechuck’s word, that as we saw before we can’t trust that much. i will explain why in a bit. michael had no time to bullshit in 1988, because this was the year of his american leg of the bad tour, and of course, shooting every single video from the bad era. iconic! he was in japan also in january-february as seen on his year review.
unfortunately i don’t have his hotel files from this time to see how many rooms he booked, but as a fan i can say that when michael did stay in hotels, it was common for him to book the whole hallway. (please read j. randy taraborrelli’s book if interested). same bed huh.......i don’t think so too
michael was diagnosed with vitiligo at the time, and his self-esteem wasn’t 100% (for his whole life actually) so i doubt he would let anyone in his room. also, his addiction to medication was also at the beggining. he was working so much as you can see. wait a minute. i have to eat my breakfast.
back at it.
about sleeping with children in the same bed in other occasions:
with the allegations made firstly in 1993, michael had to explain himself about every situation envolving himself and kids around him. he wasn’t a men of interviews, but on the topic, michael always said he never was alone with little boys in a bedroom. there always was someone when he did watch movies with his friends, including liz taylor, in any room (neverland had a whole movie theater there) and if falling asleep was the case, he mostly laid down on the floor. and he didn’t sleep a lot either. he couldn’t.
about sharing a bed tho, it happened! i’m not saying this never happened, brett barnes said it happened, in opposite sides, no touching. it happened, yes, and this is something not common between you and someone that isn’t your own kid. but it doesn’t mean that michael took off his clothes and had sex with a minor. not only a minor, but small boys. when someone is accused of pedophilia this is obviously a red flag, but those red flags were investigated by the FBI and local police (LAPD). if michael did it with a little boy, his DNA, sperm, skin would be all over them. the abuse would be clear. a kid doesn’t have body structure to handle abuse and heal fast enough. those are little kids. the brain development and body development aren’t enough to hide such a thing. if michael did it, he would be arrested FOR LIFE. oh yes he would. because no one besides his fans were there for him when shit got bad. people wanted his head in a plate with a tomato in his mouth.
on a side note i don’t know why people think michael was someone that always had time to keep little boys around him and sleeping around with them...........he worked his ass off EVERY SINGLE YEAR OF HIS ACTIVE CAREER LIFE. years and years on tour, no privacy, no free time, no real friends, no real family, no one.........
2. The vast majority of “special friends” were pre-pubescent boys, who Jackson dumped once they hit puberty. Joy Robson testified to this in 2005, saying that she told June Chandler this would happen to her son as well. Joy Robson admitted in court that the dumping had a serious mental effect on the boys, as they were no longer the favourite.
this is the biggest lie ever. i can’t even. about “the vast majority of michael’s friends being pre-pubescent boys” i won’t even post pictures of him and little girls because this is actually.........sick.............you are just a google search away... don’t be a lazy bitch.
this dumping thing is so sad to read because it portraits kids as literal objects. and this is actually a lie too. michael mantained contact with people for years, like macaulay, the cascio family (including all the kids), omer, his nephews, tata vega..... so many people, so many children. the female-chandler had jordan and his sister as kids, and in the years that michael related with them he was at family barbecues with the chandlers (and the press even called them his new family) because he was always around EVERYONE.
the 2005 trial was the only one actually dumped in all of this because there was no evidence against michael. and 2005 is actually a really important year for all of us, because it was the year of the innocent veredict. and wade robson was a witness in this trial. ON MICHAEL’S FAVOUR. if joy robson warned june about this in this trial WHY WOULD HER KID TESTIFY IN A ALLEGED PEDOPHILE’S SIDE??????????
this makes no sense. and also, the clownery was way too much. in the book “untouchable” by randall sullivan (i do not know if this is the english title because i am brazilian and here this is the title for the book, i just translated it. but you can find it everywhere) the author describes how the prosecution tried too hard to accuse michael. they were always catching “witnesses” - even a man that said michael molested him in the 80′s, but when asked about the dates, time, what happened, the court found michael wasn’t even in the place the man said he was at the time. but they demanded michael to testify on court anyway - to talk about a child he never met in a day he was at a event - with pictures and shit. a solid alibi. it was ignored. the witch hunt was big and they were ready to put michael in handcuffs WHENEVER THEY COULD. they just needed something. and this something never came.
if you are good enough to get all “your evidence” together, don’t be lazy to check facts. as i said before, it’s a google search away.
about joy robson, this bitch is bipolar or.. idk. because she was thriving in 2013 liking posts about michael and how good he was.
2013 was also the year wade filled his allegations against michael. because wade realized that michael actually did the wrong to him in 2012. before that, as a grown ass man, in the ‘05 trial, he didn’t. but in 2012 oh boy we are here just realizing things.
in 2009, michael’s passing, the estate released the michael jackson opus, a big book of memories and good stuff. wade was there too and made a beautiful statement, as follows:
“Michael Jackson changed the world and, more personally, my life forever. He is the reason I dance, the reason I make music, and one of the main reasons I believe in the pure goodness of human kind.”
and after that, wade wanted to be on charge of all the tributes related to michael in tv shows and awards. that’s pretty big right......to work in the name of your “abuser”.......
now you answer me: how did joy robson warned june chandler about anything if she, herself, said that wade didn’t show a single sign that he was abused by michael? she even said michael coached him to be “a master of deception” and that “wade should have won an oscar for lying that good for her” on court (2013) and that she was lied to so good that she never believed anything.... but warned chandler’s mom about “dumping”? what dumping?
if wade was dumped and really sad about it.....why would he want to lead shit about michael after he died? if your molester died....you should cheer up....
just a side note: joy said in leaving neverland that when michael died she was so relieved and danced around BUT HOW IF HER SON JUST WROTE A WHOLE LOVE LETTER TO MICHAEL JACKSON IN HIS MEMORIAL
is it crack? is it? what you smoke? following up..
3. Michael Jackson’s “special friends” include: Emmanuel Lewis (Brooke Shields said in 1984 that it looked like the pop star was dating the boy, rather than her), Jonathan Spence (Jackson owned a naked photograph of him), James Safechuck, Brett Barnes (Jackson is on video pretending this boy is his cousin), Macaulay Culkin, Wade Robson, Jordan Chandler, Jason Francia, Arnold Schleiter, Sean Lennon (Mark Ronson said that Jackson watched pornography with both of them in a hotel room), Omer Bhatti (whom Jackson met in a Tunisian hotel, and pretended the boy was his son), David Martinez, Gavin Arvizo, Michael Jacobshagen, and his nephews (whom the police suspected him of molesting, and with whom he took an inappropriate photo shoot for Star Magazine).
“brooke shields said in 1984 that blahblagabal” when where WHERE bitch where
i think people don’t actually answer your allegations because it is so DUMB that no one wants to waste their time with you. like......why am i doing this
i am just on #3 and i’m so tired because THERE IS NOTHING ABOUT IT are you wade robson in a fake account? just take off your mask
just
why
if you have this brooke shields line please show me???? i would like to see it
michael didn’t meet omer in a tunisian hotel, he actually met him because he was in a contest for michael jackson impersonators.......and he loves him, and pia, his mom, is so grateful for everything michael done for their family WHY AM I RESPONDING TO THIS i am so frustrated
4. Joy Robson also testified in 2005 that Jackson had called her up in the middle of the night in December 1993, asking that Wade Robson be brought to his bedroom. She admitted that she went back home, after leaving her son with Jackson. For context, Jackson was under investigation for child sexual abuse of Jordan Chandler at the time
she actually didn’t because she wasn’t a witness on court at the time. wade was. she wasn’t. as i showed before. next.
actually i’m tired because all of this is so dumb and i am wasting my time........ let’s just jump to the final shit.
We have good reason to believe that Jackson molested other boys not named above. For example, who was the boy whose semi-nude photograph was found inside Jackson’s bedroom in August 1993?
they never found anything in ‘93 because if they did michael would be arrested...............
Who filed a Restraining Order against Jackson back in the 80′s, and who reported this to the FBI?
no one filed a restraining order against michael back in 80′s. there is no such evidence. the fbi files are public and you can access them and read everything.
Who were the two Mexican boys that Jackson was accused of molesting back in 1985-1986?
michael didn’t have contact with any mexican people between ‘85 and ‘86 as i said before, in his year review, and in ‘85 he was never seen with any mexican boys because he was working in USA for africa, we are the world and captain EO. nothing michael did was away from the public eye.
Who were the other boys that slept in Jackson’s bedroom, according to a security guard? Who were the boys/men whose DNA was found in semen stains on Jackson’s mattress in November 2003? Who was the “Rhonda” who sent Jackson a picture book of naked boys, because she said Jackson might like them? What did Norma Staikos know about Jackson’s predilection for pre-pubescent boys? Who was the boy that Darlene Craviotto saw Jackson alone with in 1991 (reported in her book)?
norma staikos was his personal assistant at the time and wade said she knew about “what was going on” and was someone that arranged all the “sexual meetings” as said on court right here, but this meeting mentioned by wade on court was actually arranged BY HIS OWN MOTHER!
and the book by darlene craviotto never mentioned anything sexual between michael and boys, actually it’s a kind book about how michael helped her with her agoraphobia................
WOW THAT WAS LONG AND I FEEL SO DUMB RIGHT NOW
the rest of your evidence isn’t worth the read or the research because i’m not the one who should be doing this, debora, it should be you. just google it. or show something more credible, maybe actual proof? pictures? videos? audiotapes? where are they?
why am i here tho?
fuck you bitch
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Tangled Roots
I’d like to say thank you, and give credit to @derrysdenbrough who collaborated with me on this. They were fantastic to work with, and please check out their AMAZING work!
warnings: none. just fluff and cuteness.
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summary: you and neville are chosen by professor sprout to participate in a treasured apprenticeship. Will it bridge your friendship into something more?
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“Y/n! Can you stay behind for a moment dear.” Professor Sprout called out to me as she dismissed the class, and I nodded eagerly. Rumour had it that Sprout was giving out two herbology apprenticeships. The past three years she hadn’t given any out, since she was extremely particular about who she mentored. I walked over shyly to the desk, and she smiled.
“Y/n, I was wondering what you were interested in doing after you left hogwarts?” All the fifth years had heard this too many times already, and I shrugged hopelessly.
“I have no idea, Professor.” I replied honestly. She nodded slowly.
“What subjects are you taking next year?” She asked.
“Advanced potions, herbology, divination, transfiguration and standard potions. The herbology will help majorly with my potions classes. Snape’s made it clear he only accepted the best, and I somehow got in.” I chatted excitedly. Snape could be an incredible teacher when he wanted to be, despite how much of a cow he was.
“Have you considered taking an apprenticeship with anyone?” Oh, Godric, this was it. She was about to ask me.
“I’m hoping to be offered one, which is why I’m only taking five classes. It gives me flexibility.” I shivered in anticipation.
“I would like to offer you a herbology apprenticeship. You’ll be working alongside another student, and I’ll be your mentors. This is an incredible opportunity, and one that you shouldn’t take lightly. I don’t expect an answer now-“ For the first time in five years, I cut her off.
“I would be honoured, Professor! Honestly, it sounds fantastic!” She smiled at me.
“The apprenticeship will begin tonight. I know you’re only halfway through your fifth year, but I believe I have two of the best herbology students Hogwarts has ever seen, and I intend on taking advantage of that. The course will be incredibly dense, and incredibly hands on, but the payoff is worth it. As you said, this is a huge advantage in potions, and in the herbology class. If you’re still interested, come to this greenhouse at half past seven tonight.” I nodded, and before I could say another word she ushered me out the door.
As I walked to potions, I pondered about who the other student would be. Would we be mentored at the same time? In my Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff herbology class, no one seemed exactly thrilled to be there. That meant it was a Gryffindor or Slytherin. Slim pickings, but I had a few friends in there.
I slipped into the potions classroom undetected, and stealthily pulled out some parchment and a quill. I sat beside Harry, and he smiled at me. Snape continued his lecture, and I began writing down notes.
“Why’re you late?” Harry asked, and I grinned.
“Sprout offered me an apprenticeship!” I whispered excitedly. Snape paused, and so did we. When he continued, Harry spoke.
“That’s amazing! Neville’s doing the other one.” Neville. That’s who the hidden herbology genius was.
“Longbottom?” Harry nodded. I didn’t know how I felt about Neville, but I suppose it didn’t matter. I caught his eye at the end of potions, and he flushed red. This was going to be interesting.
I finished dinner early and made my way to the greenhouses. I knocked hesitantly, but I needn’t worry.
“Come in!” Professor Sprout called eagerly, and I walked in, shutting the door tightly behind me. Neville was already there, and I smiled at him. He looked away, and I shrugged.
“Welcome, Y/n. Today your classes both worked on the beautiful fanged geranium. As you both know, this is a garden plant, and is incredibly senile when taken care of. It’s fangs have many uses and properties, making them excellently versatile in potioneering. Y/n, make sure you write that down. I imagine you’ll be covering this in advanced, though Neville you needn’t worry. These shouldn’t appear on your exam, however if they do then you’ll have much more preparation than the others.” I scribbled across my parchment quickly, eager to take in as much as I could. Sprout continued, and before I knew it she was ushering us out of the classroom. “We will be meeting each night at half past seven. If you are unable to make it on a particular day, let me know the day prior.” Sprout shut the door.
“That was incredible!” I breathed as Neville and I stood outside the door. Neville nodded with a content sigh.
“The best! Can you believe we have another two and a half years of that?” We started walking together, though our towers were on opposite sides of the castle. I cast a tempus as we walked, to see that it was half eleven.
“Rowena!” I exclaimed, and Neville increased his pace. “Don’t worry, Neville. I’m a prefect. I’ll walk you back in case we run into anyone.” He slowed down enough for me to catch up.
“Isn’t the boy supposed to escort the girl?” He murmured.
“Wha-Oh!” I felt red creeping up my neck, and I involuntarily shivered. We walked in silence, my mind playing on what he had said. Neville Longbottom! I must have shared two words with him prior to this. “I’m afraid I don’t know the way from here. You’ll have to guide me.” I broke the silence, and Neville took the lead. For some strange reason, I was committing the way to Gryffindor tower to memory.
“Our portrait’s a fat lady who thinks she can sing. Impossible to miss her.” Sure enough, I could hear a voice cracking in an attempt to reach a high note. I laughed.
“Is it always hear her before you see her?” Neville laughed as well.
“S’pose so.” The warbling voice got louder and louder as we went up a staircase, and I finally met her.
“Oh! Hello, you two lovebirds. Is that Neville? Gosh, you’re dating a pretty little thing, aren’t ya?” She laughed and stared at us expectantly.
“No! We aren’t dating.” Neville shook his head, and she giggled. “Horntail.” His voice dropped, but I still heard it. The portrait swung open, and Neville looked back at me.
“Goodnight. Thanks for walking me back.” I smiled at him.
“No worries. See you tomorrow.”
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“The new seating plan is as follows.” Flitwick stood in the middle of the room, with his students standing in front of him.
“Granger, Boot, Longbottom, L/n, Potter, Goldstein..” His voice continued, but I didn’t need to listen. I high-fived Harry, and I smiled tentatively at Neville. He gave me a small smile back, and I figured it was due to his shy nature.
“Neville, did you finish Sprout’s assignment?” I had finished it, albeit with difficulty. He nodded.
“Yeah, it was tricky but Hermione helped me a bit.” Hermione overheard and smiled at us. I nodded in return. It was a wonder how Hermione didn’t snag one of the apprenticeships, considering she was the smartest witch in Hogwarts at the moment.
“I struggled with it, like, majorly. This is her first chance to assess us and I had no clue what I was doing. I think I might quit the apprenticeship.” It was a horrible thought, but it was the truth. Maybe I wasn’t cut out for a herbology apprenticeship.
“No way! Sprout offered it to you over Hermione, even! She thinks you can do it, so you have to at least try. I had no clue where to start, but by the end I was really happy with it.” Neville stared at me with his doe eyes and I felt something inside me change. I found myself slowly smiling.
“I guess. I’ll give it another week, I suppose.” Neville smiled back and the charms class went on.
All throughout the day I thought about my first herbology assignment. I knew it wasn’t to standard. I had no clue where to start, and it had been messy and rushed. At the end of advanced potions, I caught Hermione.
“Hey! Hermione! Neville said you helped him with the herbology thing, any chance I can get some wisdom?” I asked hopefully. She frowned.
“I’m sorry, Y/n. I have a class now, and I tutor on Tuesday nights. Is it due tonight?” I nodded, knowing I was fucked. “ Why don’t you ask Neville? I’m sure he’d be happy to help. Bye!” I watched her retreating figure before she was lost in the crowd. There was a reason I hadn’t asked Neville for help, but I couldn’t figure out what it was.
“Hey, Y/n!” Harry nudged my shoulder, and I fell into step beside him.
“Hey, Harry. Are you doing any apprenticeships this year?” Harry looked at me for a long time before he spoke.
“Kinda. It’s sort of a secret.” I squeezed his hand briefly before letting go.
“That’s cool! Are you struggling as much as I am? I’ve failed the first assignment already, and Hermione can’t even help me!” Harry laughed, at least someone thought my life was funny.
“Yeah, I definitely am. Snape’s my mentor. He’s a right cow, I want to shove my head through the desk every time he speaks.” We both laughed, and it was nice to have a friend.
“I’m going to the library. Care to join me?” I couldn’t do my herbology first, since at least I had done some of it. The rest of my subjects, annoyingly, gave me enough homework for a week due in a day.
“Sure! Only if I can copy your notes for both potions and transfiguration.” I shook his outstretched hand.
“Deal.” As we turned a corner, Malfoy and his goons approached us.
“L/n and Potter. What a pretty pair.” Harry tensed beside me.
“Wow, thanks! I’ve always thought you and Harry were the prettier pair, honestly.” Parkinson caught my eye, and for some reason she smiled.
“Wh-What?” Harry and Malfoy both stuttered out a response. I grabbed Harry’s hand and pushed past them before laughing.
“When’s dinner again?” I asked. Harry shook his head.
“Okay. One, you’ve been at this castle for five years and your dumbass can’t remember what time dinner is. Two, what the fuck was that?” We entered the library, and Pince glanced over at us before returning to her book.
“It shut him up, didn’t it?” I whispered, sliding my stuff onto a table. Harry sat next to me.
“At my expense!” Harry argued.
“And his. He didn’t even notice it was about you. Here’s my standard and advanced potions notes from today. Standard is the procedure for brewing the fake amortentia, and I can’t even remember what advanced was. Something about the forest?” Okay, maybe I should have paid more attention in advanced. In my defence, Harry paid even less attention. Harry’s face was still red, and I wondered why he was so fixated on a comment.
“You’re lucky you’re funny or I wouldn’t grace you with my presence.” Harry huffed as he pulled out his parchment and quills, and I handed him my notes. I then pulled out my herbology textbook and notes from the previous lesson. There was a lot.
“Blimey! Who would have thought herbology was so annoying?” Harry exclaimed as he stared at my desk, and I shrugged.
“It’s different when you like the subject, ya know?” We gradually shifted to working in silence, and the only sound was the occasional page turn and the rough scratch of quill on fresh parchment. I didn’t know how long had passed, but I did know I had finished the work for all my other subjects. Herbology had to be done eventually.
“Tempus.” I murmured, and I had exactly an hour before meeting with Sprout.
“Fuck.” I said, and Harry nodded.
“Mood.” He said as I opened up the textbook and flicked through the index, but nothing was catching my eye. A light tap on my shoulder made me turn around, and I smiled when I saw Neville.
“Hermione mentioned you might need my help with the first assignment? I’ve got a copy of mine here, and we can write a rough draft of yours. A self-inking quill can do the rest, right?” I stared in shock. Never before had I heard Neville speak so many words at once, let alone to me.
“Um-yeah. Sure. Thanks for the help. Did you want to grab a seat from that table?” I gestured to a nearby empty table, and Neville headed over there. Harry was gesturing wildly when I turned back around.
“You like Neville.” He accused me, and I shook my head.
“I barely know the bloke Harry.” I defended, but I began to wonder. I could very easily see myself falling in love with a guy like Neville, who loved herbology and all magical creatures, who smiled like he was the luckiest guy on the planet, and who loved his friends with everything he had. I didn’t quite know what my feelings were, and now they were an even bigger mess than I had initially thought.
“I started mine with an introduction on who initially discovered the fanged geranium, a muggle-born wizard Charles Heritier. He isn’t in any of our herbology textbooks, so I had to use a book on the success of wizards amongst muggles. He has like, half a page, but it was enough. Here.” Neville arrived and pushed a book towards me, and I picked it up, flicking through the pages.
“Thanks. Charles Heritier, that sounds strangely familiar.” I said, and I began jotting down the beginning of my essay.
“Probably because Charles also discovered geraniums. He must’ve had a thing for them, right?” I quietly laughed at the unexpected joke, and quickly wrapped up my introduction.
“You did the first body on Tilden Toots I’m guessing. She went on to discover how vast the use for fanged geraniums was, and revolutionised the use of the plant in potions.” I didn’t wait for Neville’s response as I kept writing.
“You barely need help at all.” He accused me, and I laughed again.
“You’re kidding, right? The intro is the hardest part, it sets the scene for the whole essay.”
We continued working on the essay, and at some point our arms had begun touching, our heads had drawn closer and our smiles wider. When we had finished the essay, I looked at the time.
“Oh, Rowena! We have got to hurry, Nev!” I began packing up my belongings when I realised a certain bespectacled Gryffindor had disappeared.
“Where did Harry go?” I asked, and Neville shrugged, as clueless as I was.
“No time to find out! Sprout is going to have our heads!” We flew out of the secluded corner of the library that Pince never seemed to check and into the corridor. I was already panting.
“Godric, am I unfit.” I sighed and Neville was struggling beside me.
“Maybe we shouldn’t have left it to the last minute.” He said between jagged breaths, and if I had had the energy to reply, I would have agreed. We arrived at the greenhouse a minute late, and Sprout had her hands on her hips.
“Honestly, you two. It’s scarcely been a week and you’re already late. Hurry along now, we’re beginning preparations for our case study on Lykos roots. Yes, Mr Longbottom, you heard me correctly. I received permission from Professor Snape and Headmaster Dumbledore, not to worry.” She bustled around, and Neville followed as I dumped my bag on my desk.
“Today’s lesson will solely be focussed on studying the types of potions that Lykos roots play roles in. Arguably the most important of these being the Wolfsbane potion. Can either of you tell me every ingredient in a Wolfsbane potion? And how each ingredient reacts?”
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“Hey.” I sat down with a huff and Harry nodded, mouth full of food.
“Hmph.” He chewed quickly. “Hey. You look right tired. You sure you’re sleeping okay?” Harry said, and I piled some fruit onto my plate.
“Yes, dad. I’m sleeping okay. This apprenticeship is just super intense.” Harry snickered.
“The apprenticeship, or your relationship with a certain Longbottom.” He said, and I death-glared him.
“For the last time, there is nothing going on between Neville and I.” I huffed again and chewed the handful of blueberries on my plate.
“Really? Then why did he ask if we were dating? Why did he ask if he could use the map?” Harry smirked and I rolled my eyes.
“You’re annoying. Remind me never to sit next to you again, will you?” Harry only laughed, and things were looking okay.
“I’m going to the library. You coming?” I said, and Harry shook his head quickly.
“After being forced to watch you and Neville flirt for almost an hour? I’d sooner watch Ron and Hermione.” We laughed as I stood up, my eyes going to the very pair. As usual, Ron was as red as a tomato. Surprisingly, Hermione was also blushing, making me wonder if they had heard him. My favourite spell revealed it was 6, and the library was open until 9 tonight.
I headed up, and before long found myself struggling to continue reading. Herbology of the 19th century sure could be a mood killer. Little was written about the Lykos root, and it seemed that this had been a complete waste of time. Well, I wouldn’t exactly call my nap a waste of time.
“Y/n,” I felt a gentle tug near my elbow. No one's hands were quite as soft as my favourite Gryffindor’s, and I sighed.
“Y/n it’s time for our apprenticeship again,” My head felt impossibly heavy to lift up, but another tug of my elbow forced me to open my eyes.
“Godric it feels like midnight,” I yawned. Neville simply nodded while stacking my books into a pile. “Really! I can get those,” I felt my face flushing as I reached for my books, but he gently swatted my hand away.
“It’s no trouble Y/n,” he smiled softly, and when our eyes met I knew I was in for it.
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Another day, another lesson. Last night Sprout had promised that we would truly begin our notes for the Lykos roots in preparation of what was to come. Whatever it was, we were completely in the dark about it, Sprout was keeping it a secret.
“As you both have learned this past week the Lykos Root, which is an essential ingredient in Wolfsbane potion, will be maturing on the next full moon.” Professor Sprout lectured. I nod, hoping I look interested. “The full moon happens to be tomorrow, and I have an incredibly special opportunity for you both,” Neville, who is three steps ahead of me tonight, has a glowing look in his eyes. “Tomorrow night you will both camp out here and harvest the root. I recommend lots of blankets and hot chocolate,” Suddenly all of this registers, and it’s all I can do not to groan at another night of little sleep.
As we exited the green house Neville brushed my elbow. Strangely, I felt warm for a moment while he began talking to me.
“I can take care of the preparations for tomorrow,” he paused trying to gauge my reaction. “I’ve seen how hard you’ve been working. You know I’m taking less classes,”
As much as I want to jig and shout that of course he can do everything to get ready, I remember my manners.
“What if I take care of the snacks? I may or may not know exactly where the kitchens are,” I throw in a wink as a strange burst of energy powers me to the door of my common room. Being friends with Harry really does have its perks. Neville nods and waves goodnight, realising it’s rather late. For a moment I think he might want to say something else, but he simply turns on his heel.
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That night I walked down to the greenhouse at twilight. The gentle rising rays of the moon kissed my face, and I felt something other than excitement rise in my stomach at the thought of harvesting these roots, an experience derived to many.
I could hear the echo of heavy footsteps, and when I turned around I saw Neville pop around a corner. He nearly stumbles on stray stones a couple times, but manages to stay upright.
“Hey,” I said quietly as he came closer.
“Hullo,” Neville grinned, and for a moment I found myself admiring his smile before I snapped out of it. He’s just Neville! I reprimand myself before tugging out the thermos I brought.
“I’ve got plenty of hot chocolate!” I said, blushing for an unknown reason.
“Ah, good,” he nodded. “I already set up the blankets and everything,” We enjoyed idle talk about his discoveries with the mimbulus mimbletonia until we reached the greenhouse.
There, right next to the lykos root is a large pile of fluffy blankets and pillows of varying house colours. Candles were flying above the space similar to how they did in the great hall. This must have taken poor Neville ages.
“Wow,” I breathed as I pictured how well I could sleep here.
“Is it alright Y/n? I know it’s not as comfy as an actual bed, but it should be okay,” He hesitated, a blush gracing his cheeks. “I just set up one giant pile of blankets, but I can make a seperate one if you prefer. I’m sorry I know it’s awful!” He continued to ramble and blush until I cut him off.
“Neville!” He paused. “It looks lovely,” I found a warm blush on my cheeks as well.
“I’m glad you like it,” he whispered. We sat down on the cozy cushions and began to plan how best to handle the harvesting. Lykos root can only be harvested between midnight and 1 A.M during the full moon. However, there are a couple issues.
According to our research, the root is manageable until it is in direct moonlight, yet as soon as it is touched by a speck of moonlight, it begins to wriggle and attack. Once harvested, it must mature in the moonlight for two hours. Unfortunately, there are tons of these plants, so it seems like we’ll have to work separately. Neville looked slightly disappointed once we decided this, and suggested that we do the first few together. I only nodded in response, my head still spinning from the effort Neville had put into our bedding situation.
Yet it is still about three hours before we can do anything with the plant. And we’ve already prepared the baskets that will hold the root with a magic barrier. I felt the warm air of the greenhouse inviting me to rest, and though I tried, I couldn’t hold back a yawn.
“You can rest if you want to y/n,” Neville said. Although it’s a tempting offer, my stubbornness wins out. That, and the strangely enticing thought of getting to spend more time with Neville.
“No, it’s alright. Let’s just talk or something so I can stay awake,” I said, and Neville seemed as happy as I was about my plan.
“Why do you love herbology so much?” Neville asked after a considerable silence. Naturally, I was dying to ask him the same question. Not many people were as dedicated to herbology as we were. Most kids squirm away from the dirt, flobberworms, and deadly plants.
“My grandma had the most beautiful garden,” I shared. There’s something about Neville that feels trustworthy. So even though I never usually share much about my family at all, I continue. “When my dad left, I ended spending a lot of time with her. And whenever,” I paused, feeling a little emotional, even though I’m not a crier. “Whenever I felt sad the garden was always there, reminding me that magic and love is real.” I sighed slightly. The love that my grandma put into that garden was the kind of love I longed to have from someone...
“That’s how I feel sometimes,” Neville responded looking a little teary. “I know my parents love me, but it’s- well it’s hard,” I could only nod. I’ve never been good at emotional discussions. I guess that’s a fault I have as a Ravenclaw, I approach everything analytically.
And so we continue to talk while we wait. Some of it about herbology, some about friends, some about our favourite colours. Neville is so easy to talk to. We have the longest conversation that I’ve probably had in a long time. Luckily, the previous tempus charm I set alerts us that it’s time to begin the harvest. For the full hour we are both rushing around the greenhouse, careful not to step on each other’s toes. It’s a whirlwind of activity but somehow we harvest all of the roots.
Finally we’re able to lie down to sleep. Our different towers both look so far from here we agree to simply sleep in the blankets Neville brought down. We settle into our separate makeshift beds. Although it is so cramped, they are very nearly just one large bed. Letting a peaceful sleep wash over me, I slowly drift off.
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The dawn sun filtered softly through the greenhouse windows. I didn’t want to open my eyes, and I didn’t know how long I was laying there, basking in the soft sunlight only provided by a sunrise. As I slowly became more aware of my surroundings, I remembered where I was, and the steady rise and fall of the chest below me. My eyes shoot open and I realise somehow Neville and I ended up a tangled mess of limbs throughout the night. I stood up as quickly as I could without waking him, and I slowly stretched. I didn’t want Neville waking up and getting the wrong idea
Or would it be the right idea? Honestly it’s just too early for these kinds of thoughts. I folded up the Ravenclaw blankets I was meant to sleep in, and began to write a note for Neville. While I’m thinking of what to write, Neville’s sleepy voice calls out, and Godric did it make my heart race.
“Y/n, is it morning already?” He props his head up. The sun makes the pool of honey in his eyes glow brighter. A warm blush was already creeping up my neck so I turned away.
“Yeah Nev, it is. I’m just heading down to breakfast now.” I turned on my heel and made my way out, but before I could reach the door Neville interrupted me.
“Oh great! I’ll come too!” I smiled, although I’m not sure why! I certainly don’t have a crush on Neville Longbottom.
We rushed to the Great Hall, hungry from all of the work we did last night. I turned to sit at the Ravenclaw table, because right now I simply can’t face Harry.
“Morning Luna,” I smile slightly before grabbing a fresh croissant.
“You look chipper this morning,” Luna smiles. “I heard you had to study with Neville?” I nodded as my mouth was full of buttery croissant. “So when is your first date?” I nearly choked, so Luna patted my back firmly.
“Oh, er,” I stumbled. I shouldn’t be this nervous! But I don’t want to make Neville think I’ve been spreading rumours.
“Oh it’s just a crush!” Luna giggled. Looking at her I realise... I don’t want to object. She tends to be right about these things, and I find that some he is right again. Blushing even harder now, I mumbled about all of the homework I have. She only giggled again before taking a bite of her toast.
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“Don’t look at me like that.” I sighed as I slid into my charms seat. Harry only raised his eyebrows higher, and I absentmindedly noticed Neville hadn’t arrived yet.
“He said you fell asleep under the stars. Do you realise how romantic and utterly adorable that is?” Harry continued to stare at me incredulously, and I pulled out my parchment paper.
“We fell asleep in a greenhouse because we were too tired to walk back to our towers. You’re starting to sound a little too much like our favourite reporter.” Harry wrinkled his nose at the mention of Skeeter, and I smiled as Neville sat down on the other side of me.
“Hey Y/n! You’ll never believe what just happened.” He exclaimed happily, and I didn’t miss the way Harry stared at me.
“What happened, Nev? Don’t tell me the Lykos root’s weren’t harvestable? I did not lose a good night’s sleep for nothing!” I sighed at the thought of having to harvest the roots for another night, but he shook his head.
“I saw Sprout at breakfast and she said that she had never seen Lykos roots harvested so well! She said she told Snape and that he’s going to be using all the plants from our greenhouse moving forward! Sprout said that there was a real possibility of us opening up an ingredient shop that specialises in plants!” He declared, and I stared, open mouthed. Snape, of all the professors, approved of our ingredients? I ignored Harry’s eye roll and I cheered.
“This is awesome, Nev!” I high-fived him, and he grinned back.
“Have you considered doing advanced potions? That would really help if you were planning on becoming a supplier.” I asked, and he shook his head.
“If anyone but Snape were the teacher, I definitely would.” He said, and I got a strange flashback to third year. More specifically, to Neville’s boggart.
“I totally get it! You never know, maybe we’ll get a new teacher next year. It’ll be okay.” I faced the front as Flitwick began his lesson, and I felt Neville’s arm brush mine. I smiled softly, and nudged it back. Maybe it would be okay.
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I stood at the exit of our shop, our very own creation, and slowly flipped the open sign to closed.
“Can you believe we did it?” Neville’s arms were wrapped around my waist, and he leaned his head on my shoulder. We watched in comfortable silence as the witches and wizards gradually apparated out of Diagon Alley for the day. When the last witch vanished, I turned to face him.
“If I’m honest? Absolutely not.” I laughed into the chaste kiss that he gave me, and we wandered further into our shop, our little dream.
“Do you want to do the cash float?” He asked, and I wrinkled my nose.
“My dear, sweet Nev. You know that I’d rather work at Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes for a month than do the cash float. I’ll take inventory stock.” He kissed me again, and I smiled.
Never would I have thought I would be so happy with life as this. Never would I have thought I would be so loved.
Never would I have thought that a perfect night would be a supper with Neville, followed by cuddles on our worn maroon couch.
Never would I have thought that Neville Longbottom was my soulmate. I wouldn’t live a life with anyone but him.
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Camp Paya (A Pre-Apocalypse Story): Chapter 3/?
Part three of the “Pre-Apocalypse Adventures” Series
Chapter 1 (here) Chapter 2 (here)
Strangely enough, Violet, who insisted that she was feeling sick and had been rushed to the infirmary by Therissa and tagalong Brody, makes a miraculous recovery right after Sam drops by to let them know that the tour has ended and they have a bit of free time before having to meet at The Pit. It’s too coincidental, but because Violet keeps dismissing their concerns, insisting that she’s okay and that there’s nothing else wrong, Brody and Therissa drop it, deciding that it’s not worth the fight. Besides, Violet really does seem to be feeling fine again—the color has returned to her face and she leaps energetically off the cot, grabbing her roommates by the arms and pulling them towards the door.
At the meeting, all of the campers and cabin leaders are given a seven-day time schedule with blank boxes for each time slot that they’re free to choose their own activities. Ms. Pam gives them their first assignment. They’re to spend the next hour thinking about which activities they want to try and plan out their schedule for the first week of camp, starting with their very first activity slot happening later that afternoon.
Brody, who has always taken her work seriously and is ready to get right to work, unzips the fanny pack around her waist, pulls out two pencils—one blue and one purple—and hands the latter to Violet. “So, what are we gonna do this week?”
Reluctantly taking the pencil, Violet slides off the log bench onto the ground, stretching out her legs and leaning her back against the wood. “Do we have to do this now? Can’t we, like, take a break or get a snack, or something?”
“We have our first activity this afternoon,” Brody reminds her. “I was thinking, maybe we could learn how to make those friendship bracelets. Remember? The really pretty ones they showed us in the art studio?”
Violet scrunches up her nose. “Really? There are a billion cool things to do here, but you wanna sit in a room and do arts and crafts?”
That hurts Brody’s feelings a little, but she tries not to show it. “Well, okay, what do you wanna do first?”
“The rock climbing wall looked pretty cool.”
“But… didn’t you think it seemed kinda scary? It’s so high up,” says Brody, wearing her fears on her sleeve. “What if you fall?”
“They tie you to a rope, Brody. You’re not gonna fall.”
This isn’t going quite like Brody had imagined. “I just, I thought that we could start off with something simple and relaxing, you know? Since it’s the first day and all. Like, arts and crafts, and then tomorrow we could—”
“Simple and relaxing? More like lame and boring.”
Before Violet can stop herself, the words slip from her lips. She didn’t intend to sound so mean, but she’s getting a little annoyed at the thought of being stuck indoors making jewelry instead of literally any of the other, way more exciting activities.
Unfortunately, the damage has already been done, and Brody, balling her fists, responds in a defensive tone that’s just as sharp as her friend’s. “Art is not lame or boring, Violet!”
“Oh, sorry,” Violet says crossly, voice dripping with sarcasm and making her sound an awful lot like their older roommate when she’s in a bad mood. “I thought this was supposed to be summer camp, not bummer camp.”
Brody narrows her eyes and bites her tongue to hold back a frustrated yell. “Well, we have to agree on something, or else… or else we won’t get to do anything together this summer!”
“Yeah, well, then maybe we shouldn’t.”
Before Brody realizes what’s happening, Violet slams the pencil down on the seat of the bench and gets to her feet. Without another word, she storms away in a huff and doesn’t look back, leaving Brody to fume and froth all by herself.
And she does, for a while.
With burning hot in her eyes and trembling fingers, Brody furiously shoves her pencils back into her bag and folds her schedule in half, tucking it inside the cover of her diary. A walk and a change of scenery should help clear her head. In a few minutes, Brody finds herself standing on one of the docks overlooking the lake. She closes her eyes and inhales deeply, filling her belly and lungs with each breath of fresh air. As she breathes, she focuses on the heat of the sunshine on her skin until her arms and legs tingle under the warmth of the sun’s rays.
Shedding her shoes and socks, Brody takes a seat at the edge of the dock and lets her legs dangle over the side, submerging her feet ankle-deep into the cool water below. Ever since she was a baby, Brody has loved the water. The way it soothes her and puts her heart at ease even on the worst of days is almost magical. Before long, Brody is calm enough to continue working on her schedule, and she fills each box with the activities she wants to do the most. Arts and crafts. Swimming. Hiking. Gymnastics. Horseback riding. Just because she might be flying solo doesn’t mean she can't have fun.
Violet isn’t her only friend, after all.
Brody finishes her schedule right on time, then stops to double check that her handwriting is neat and perfectly centered in each of the boxes, erasing and rewriting where needed. After careful consideration, Brody has decided to start in the art studio after all. She hasn’t figured out what, exactly, she wants to do yet, so she starts off by wandering around to see what there is to see. The first room she peeks inside turns out to be the jewelry station, and all the supplies to make those colorful, woven bracelets that Brody admires so much are spread out across a table in the corner of the room. As much as she wants to make one, however, in her eyes, this is something that best friends have to do together. There’s only one person she wants to exchange friendship bracelets with, and even though she happens to be upset with said person at the moment… and even though said person might never agree to make one with her at all, Brody’s not going to do it without her.
During her search for something else to do, Brody finds herself in the doorway of a spacious room with a row of paint-splatted easels along one wall and matching paint-splattered tables in the center of the floor. Stretched out on one of these tables is a long, blank piece of banner paper, and the way the edges are curling inward is a telltale sign that it has most likely been cut from a giant roll. The paint studio is empty except for one other girl, who is so absorbed in whatever she’s doodling in her sketchbook that she doesn’t notice Brody come in. Curiosity getting the better of her, Brody creeps toward the girl, inching ever so slowly her way, until she’s close enough to peer over her shoulder at her drawing.
Finally feeling someone’s presence, the redhead’s hand stops, pencil hovering about an inch above the page. She holds her breath, already expecting whoever’s standing behind her to comment on her art, maybe ask what it is or what it’s for, and then, without fail, ask for a self portrait. The life of an artist sure can be troublesome sometimes!
“Wow, that’s so pretty! You’re really good.”
“Thanks,” the girl replies softly. And then she waits for it. The inevitable “Can you draw me?”
But it doesn’t come. Instead, the auburn-haired girl takes a seat in the chair next to her and gives her a warm smile. “I’m Brody. What’s your name?”
“Sophie.”
Brody’s smile lingers even after their exchange comes to an end, although it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. After a moment, it fades and a tiny flicker of sadness appears on her face. “Is it okay if I sit with you?”
“Sure,” says Sophie, shrugging. “The paint stuff is in the cupboard by the sink if you need it. They said we could help ourselves as long as we don’t make a mess. And the paper’s in those drawers.”
For the third summer in a row, Sophie has been entrusted with the important task of designing the banner for the Camp Paya Talent Showcase. She really enjoys working with the drama department and getting to witness everything that happens behind the scenes. But most of all, she loves getting to see one of her original creations hanging right above the stage for everyone to see. It’s her own way to shine without having to step into the spotlight. Unlike her sister, who sings in the show every year and usually gets the most enthusiastic round of applause out of all the performers, Sophie prefers to display her artistic prowess in subtler ways—just enough for people to appreciate and admire what she does without being the center of attention.
After several more minutes of erasing and adjusting her sketch, Sophie lays her personal set of colored pencils out in front of her and picks out a few different shades of purple, red, orange and pink, already having a color scheme in mind. Ever since Ms. Pam mentioned that this year’s talent show was going to be in the evening instead of after lunch like it had been in the past, Sophie’s been unable to get the image of the gorgeous sunset she saw a few days ago out of her head. Her godparents had taken her and her sister out for a birthday weekend treat. They went to the mall to see a movie and even got to play around in the movie theater arcade afterwards. They ended the day with dinner at their favorite restaurant, and, as they walked through the parking lot back to the car, the sun was setting and the sky was the most incredible palette of colors Sophie has ever seen.
While her sister has been recreating the opening scene to the movie they watched every morning since then, dancing and lip-syncing to the catchy song playing in her head while getting dressed, Sophie’s been thinking about the colors of the sky. And it’s the greatest feeling to know that she’s going to get to paint with them very, very soon.
Just as soon as she copies her sketch onto the banner, of course.
“Hey, do you think this looks okay?” Sophie stands and turns to her left, wanting to show her sketchbook to Brody and get her approval, but she stops when she realizes that the other girl is just sitting there, resting her head in her arms on the table and looking really upset. “Oh, um…”
“It’s beautiful,” Brody says, complimenting Sophie’s drawing nonetheless. “You know what it makes me think of? Sitting in the sand on a tropical island… and looking out at the line where the ocean touches the sky… and it’s that time of day when the sun’s going down and everything’s just glowing in the low light. Sunset halfway underwater… Silhouettes of palm trees against the clouds...” Even though she sounds a little sad, there’s a soft, dreamy half-smile on Brody’s face as she runs her fingertips across the colors. “I imagine the sky would look just like that.”
As Sophie listens, the girl’s voice turns into the bubbling of salty waves rolling onto the sand and the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. The young artist’s face starts to feel warm, as though she was actually there on that island, basking under the setting sun on that beach in Brody’s imagination. “Yeah, that’s what I was thinking, too.”
“Are you gonna make a big version of it on that?” Brody points at the large, white sheet of paper on the table. Sophie nods, and Brody’s smile grows wider. “Oh, it’s gonna look so nice!”
“Do you wanna help me?”
Eyes widening, Brody shakes her head fervently. “Oh, I couldn’t! I’m not that good. Not like you. What if… what if I mess up and ruin it?”
Sophie grabs her pencil and sketchbook and moves around the table to the opposite side. “Don’t worry, it’s not like I’d make you do anything hard. Just easy stuff. That’s why you’re here, right? ‘Cause you wanna make art?”
“Yeah, but I’m not really an artist...”
“Anyone who makes art is an artist,” says Sophie, smiling reassuringly. “I’m gonna outline the letters first, but then you can help color them in.”
The other girl is still worried. “Are you sure?”
“It’ll be fine. I promise,” Sophie insists. “Can you hold a brush?”
Brody slowly nods her head.
“And can you do this?” Pretending that she’s holding a paintbrush, Sophie sweeps her hand back and forth in simple but exaggerated brush strokes. The redhead tries her best to keep a straight face but ends up dissolving into giggles.
“Well… yeah, I suppose.”
“Perfect! You’re hired!” Sophie holds out her hand for Brody to shake. “Just think of it like a giant coloring book. All you need to do is try to stay inside the lines.”
Maybe it’s because she really loves coloring books, or maybe it’s because there’s just something so kind and sincere about Sophie that makes Brody feel right at home, but that’s all the convincing she needs. After everything that happened today, Brody doesn’t know if she’s going to get a chance to make friendship bracelets with Violet, or if she’s even going to spend any time with her best friend while at camp. But she does know one thing, at least. She very well might be the luckiest girl in the world to have already found a new friend.
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Hey! uh, I've seen your reblog about HP, and I kinda wanted your opinion on this post, if you don't mind of course. mischief-and-maryment*tumblr*com/post/618786127710650368/hey-do-you-think-you-could-expand-a-bit-on
Hello! This may be a snappy answer because I had a shitty day and I’m just fed up with tumblr nonsense - apologies for that.
If you want my opinion: I don’t agree with any of it, and I think it’s a weird, obsessive, self-flagellating take for someone whose entire online life seems to consist of Harry Potter gifs, crack and plot bunnies.
Plus, I think it’s fairly ironic to see people writing pages and pages of earnest rants about ‘problematic writers’ while typing on their computers (a result of slave and child labour), ordering their Funko dolls online (Amazon workers are literally dropping dead right now), playing with glitter slime or using make-up (again, slave and child labour), not to mention mindlessly munching on stuff that couldn’t exist without all-powerful corporations, exploited migrants, illegal logging, animal abuse, and so much oil and plastic and dangerous chemicals even coming up with an estimate in metric tons is definitely beyond me.
Like for fuck’s sake. JKR is not Hitler. Her crime was writing a book based on stuff she knew - the world she grew up in and the subjects she studied in uni - according to the internet Puritans, that’s exactly what you’re supposed to do, isn’t it? God forbid you ‘claim someone else’s story’, after all. And yeah, sure, there’s some weird things in those books (there’s weird stuff everywhere), but that’s partly because they’re based on European folklore and mythology? You know, the kind of stuff that’s rooted in local biases, prejudice and fears? Goblins are problematic. Yay. Guess what: a lot of other stuff is problematic. In fact, every single aspect of folklore and mythology is problematic.
(Centaurs are problematic. They’re literally based on the nomadic tribes who invaded Greece back in Fuckever BC, and look at them: drunkards and rapists featuring the occasional WiseMan™. JKR’s copied this classical portrait of centaurs down to a tee, and yet I never heard anyone complain about how the whole concept is deeply racist and "If 👏 you’re 👏 not 👏 from 👏 Central 👏 Asia 👏 you 👏 can’t 👏 say 👏 cent*ur”, and #CoconutFirenze and maybe you know, if you really think about it the whole Umbridge thing is a textbook example of the white man’s fear of non-white men and their ‘savage’, out of control sexual urges.)
Bottom line is, people are not perfect. Part of growing up is learning to walk the perfectly walkable line between “I understand this work reflects the world of its author, who was human and therefore flawed” and “That doesn’t prevent me from finding this work meaningful, interesting, moving and/or recognizing it’s a masterpiece that had a huge influence on other artists and is still relevant today, so I’m happy to learn more about it”.
Apparently we now live in a world where that is too much work for some - they’re entitled to their own opinion, but I want to hope they’re just a very loud minority.
#ask#untagged#also as a last snappy thing#maybe a country where they had to change the title of a children's book#because it was 'too difficult'#should try to learn from others instead of preaching#jesus not everything is about the us#'house-elves are actually african slaves'#like wtf#please eat a mango and go outside for a couple of hours
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Survey #307
“you lie so much, you believe yourself”
How long has it been since you kissed someone? Like, two years or so. What level are you on Farmville? Never played it. What are you looking forward to in the next year? I hope Covid just withers away, dammit. I truly, truly hope this vaccine is effective. And that people start wearing their GODDAMN masks. Do you use a lot of emoticons? Not really nowadays. Would you ever climb a mountain? No. Even if my legs were capable of handling that, I'd be too afraid of an avalanche. Colons or equal signs for your smiley face’s eyes? Colons. When was the last time you swam in a lake? A looooong time ago. If you could have anything right now, what would you want? It'd be great to chill at Sara's house honestly, I miss that. What’s your relationship status? Single and I think finally starting to truly accept I need to be right now. I wouldn't want to date myself in my current position, so I shouldn't expect anyone else to. When was the last time someone asked you your age? On my birthday when I mentioned in group therapy that I was trying to make it an especially good day about myself. When was the last time you danced? Very, very poorly with Sara years ago lmao. Has anyone ever tried to physically fight you? Someone snatched my arm and yanked me down to look her in the eyes in HS because she was a jealous bitch back then telling lies, but idk if her intention was to actually try to start a physical fight. Are you avoiding someone? No. What’s your favorite primary color? Red. What do you have pierced? Just my ears and bottom lip now. :/ I want morrrreeee. I'm forever tilted that so many of my piercings closed when I was hospitalized. What is your favorite dog breed? I find pugs to be very cute, but I do not support their breeding whatsoever so would never buy one. Besides them, I have a definite bias towards beagles. In your honest opinion, what is the scariest sea creature you know? Fucking Christ, giant squids. Terrifying. Do you believe there is just one love for everyone, or…? No. There are way, way, WAY too many people on this planet for that. What natural disaster scares you the most? Tornados. What outrageous career could you see yourself wanting to do? Define an "outrageous" career... but I can't visualize myself doing anything very unordinary. In what way would you want to help change the world? I truly hope I can make some considerable amount of contributions to natural conservation and animal education. When driving down the road looking for an address do you turn the radio low? I don't drive, but I know I would, considering I can't concentrate on driving if the radio is on anyway. What do you think of when you look at the stars? How little I and my problems really are. It gives me perspective. If you could say ONE THING to the president, what would it be? Well, Biden just got into office, so I can't really say yet. We'll see what he does. What Disney princess are you most like? Personality wise, I mean. Uh. I'unno. Maybe Snow White because animals? haha Do you believe in astrology? Not in the slightest. Do you look into people’s eyes when you talk to them? I try to, anyway, but I tend to find it very uncomfortable, and I never know if I'm offering too little or too much. So I have trouble maintaining it, especially with people I don't know. You can have one of the following two things: trust or love. Pick one. Trust. What do you think is the most important thing in this life is? Hm, that's a deep one. Perhaps the understanding that you are just as important as the next person and that we should work as one to make this one life that we know of worthwhile. Make the world better than when you entered it. What is your favorite shade of blue? Pastel blue. I just like pastels in general. When's the last time you bought something just because? I don't buy things "just because." If I actually have money to spend, I use it with motivation behind it. What Ozzy lyric describes you best? WHOA NOW HUNNY you are asking the WRONG person because I can just about name his entire discography so there are waaaay too many song lyrics to dig through and pick one for myself. Probably something from "Dreamer," after a short moment's consideration. When was the last time you went for a walk without a specific destination in mind? Not since Sara and I walked down the path near her house. We didn't plan on when we would turn around to go back. Do you daydream? Only all the time. What was your last daydream about? Ha, thanks to that other question, visiting Sara again. It'd be nice, but yeah, financial limitations and corona. Ever won the lottery? Bitch I wish. What was the most important decision you made that screwed up your life the most? Ugh... I'd say putting all my self-worth, happiness, and source of peace into one person was pretty big but also fucking stupid. What is love really about? Don't ask a romantic this and expect a non-essay, haha. But to keep it as short as possible, it's about mutual care, the desire to grow together, trust, openness, the peace to be vulnerable with the other... It's about a lot. It's such a deep, beautiful feeling. What's the most you ever made in a year? lol Do you have an online diary? Only through surveys, really. What's the biggest pot you've won in poker? I haven't played poker since I was a kiddo, so idr. What Metallica lyric most describes your life? Who wrote this and knows my favorite bands????? Like damn. There's a good handful of the sadder songs I relate to; I did some brief digging through ones I know I relate to, and perhaps the one I feel closest is within "The Unforgiven II": "The door is locked now, but it's open if you're true. If you can understand the me, then I can understand the you." Aaaand now I'm gonna go binge Metallica 'cuz it's been too long, thanks. How many concerts have you been to? Just one. :/ Which one was your favorite? I've only seen Alice Cooper, and it was great. What's the most illegal thing you've done? Pirated stuff, oops. Ever get busted by the cops? What for? No. How many pairs of rollerblades do/did you own? I doubt I have any anymore. Ever wear out a CD? What was it? Ahaha... There is some scratching on my mom's copy of Ozzmosis thanks to me playing it so much on my old CD player. Ever have a tornado in your town? Well my city is pretty damn big, so yes, in some spots. I don't think my immediate proximity has ever seen one, though. If you HAD to pick ONE song to listen to for the rest of your life, and that would be the only song you ever heard, what would it be? I would absolutely need something motivating if that was the case, so most likely "Life Won't Wait" by Ozzy Osbourne. That song touches me so deeply and gives me the courage to do what I can to tackle life and try not to waste it. I know, I'm doing a great job at that. Ever heard of Shinedown? Hell yeah; I was actually listening to them in the car earlier. What does your lawn furniture consist of? We have nothing out there. Ever live off of canned soup and ramen noodles for weeks at a time? Er, no. But when I got my tongue pierced, I had to survive off of popsicles and... I somehow forgot the main thing I ate???? How?????? But anyway it was something that didn't involve much or any chewing, either. I actually lost a little bit of weight in that week or so because eating solids was impossible, and I didn't enjoy "eating" liquids either. That piercing (snake eyes, btw) was soooo so cute tho. I really wish it hadn't started to damage my teeth, or else I'd still have it. What musical group/artist do you love, but hide from other people? I used to be kinda embarrassed by artists like Melanie Martinez when you compare her music to my adoration of metal, but at my age now, I don't give a damn. I like what I like and won't hide it. What is the first meal you remember eating? ... Does anyone actually remember this??? What's in your keepsake box/scrapbook? Good God, a lot. I haven't looked in it in a very, very long time though. It brings a usually painful nostalgia. What did you score on your SATs? I don't even remember if I took them. I THINK I took the ACT instead? I don't even know the difference. When was the last time you saw a rainbow? Hm. Been a while. It's not like I'm out of the house a lot, especially nowadays with quarantine. What colors is your lava lamp? I wish I had a lava lamp, they're rad and really relaxing. What's the strangest thing you've ever hung on the wall? Nothing, really. Can you name every place you've ever had sex? I mean I can but I'm not going to. What's the most important thing you ever lost and never found again? My favorite childhood cat Charcoal. He was an outdoor and intact male, so it was very normal for him to eventually vanish to rove. Please keep your cats indoors. What forms of birth control have you used? The pill and, uh, having "barriers." How many webpages have you created, and can you still find them all? I made Wetpaint sites for my two RP mobs back in the day, but the site has since been completely revised, so no, they don't exist anymore. I checked outta curiosity I think last year. How many people are in your family portrait? We don't even have a proper family portrait. Ever punched a wall? No. When's the last time you really lost your temper? In some argument with Mom I don't remember. Ever thought you (or a girlfriend) were pregnant, but it was a false alarm? I had massive anxiety over it once, but it was irrational and even I knew that. Not that anxiety cares. If 97 is yes, were you glad or sad? I was very glad when my period came lmao. What was the last conversation you had with someone before they died? When I saw my grandma for the last time, I just let her know that I loved her and that she was so, so strong, and she was. No one could believe how long she warded death off when she finally stopped chemo. What do your drinking glasses look like? We have some more unique cups and mugs, but the majority of them are just plain, slightly angular glasses, some short, some tall. How many bottles/containers are in your medicine cabinet? Oh wow, a lot. We're covered for most potential problems. How many funerals have you been to? Uhhh I think one. Maybe even none, just wakes. What was the last bug you killed and what did you use? An ant, I think? I just used my fingers. How many computers in your household? There are three laptops, but no desktop computers. Ever help to solve a crime? There was one occasion years ago when our neighbor's window was busted overnight and cops came to us to ask for any evidence we might have had, but we didn't have any. Idk what came of it. Ever get pulled over by the cops and get away without a ticket? I've never been pulled over. What was your first legal alcoholic drink? I think it was a margarita, but possibly a daquiri. Ever get published by one of those poetry groups? I fucking wish. I've tried, but to no avail. What's the furthest distance you've moved? Not very far at all. Just to the neighboring town. How many friends from high school/college do you still talk to? Only a few now and then. Girt is the only one I have real conversations with, though. What's the most expensive things your parents ever bought you? Probably the laptop I have right now, but idk. I've never asked how much things they've bought me cost, it seems rude somehow. What's the most expensive thing you've bought? The upcoming revamp of my tattoo. Deposit was $100, and then it's probably going to be another $300-400. I can't afford it all myself; as my birthday gift, Mom is helping me pay for it, but I've got most of it covered thanks to Christmas and birthday money. How many times did you intentionally start to commit suicide? Start to do it? Well, I was trying to run for sharp objects to do it twice, but on each occasion, someone held me back 'cuz they knew I was about to do something rash, so I didn't get very far, thankfully. The only time I fully went through with an attempt was my OD. Ever spent the night in the "loony bin?" How fucking disrespectful to call it that, but whatever. If you put all the instances together, I've been in psych hospitals for around a couple months, maybe more. What is your favorite cover song? Disturbed's cover of "Sound of Silence" is absolutely unbeatable. I'd just about call it a cold hard fact. What's your inspiration? Other's success stories, music, art in general, etc. What's the longest relationship you've been in? Over 3 1/2 years. Did you ever drop out of school? I dropped out of college three times, yikes. Three times is enough; even if I think I want to, I'm never going back. That is just way too much money to keep throwing down the drain, and there's clearly a pattern. Ever raise a child that wasn't your own for more than 3 months? I've never raised a kid period. Strangest medical procedure ever performed on you? Look up what a pilonidal cyst is and know I had one surgically removed. Pretty strange and uncomf. Song that has changed your attitude recently? None, really. What's something that you say a lot to be mean? ... Why would I try to be mean??? Who told you they loved you last? Me mum. Ever had a pet frog? Not technically, no, but as kids, my sister, neighbor, and I saved hundreds, maybe thousands of tadpole eggs from a ditch that was inevitably going to dry out. We transferred them all to a kiddie pool and let them grow naturally, hopping out and into the world whenever they were ready. I wouldn't call them "pets." Your worst enemy? IT'S NO SURPRIIIISE TO MEEEE I AAAAMMM MY OWN WORST ENEMYYYYY Do you believe in karma? No, but I wish it was a thing. What was the last hurtful thing you said to someone? I'm not sure. I certainly try to avoid doing so. Do you love someone enough you'd die for them? There's multiple people. The last song you listened to? I wasn't joking when I said I was gonna go on a Metallica spree, haha. "Of Wolf and Man" is on rn. Your most favorite memory as a kid? Too many, man. If you had the choice to work or not, would you work? Yes. I need something to do that benefits others in one way or another. Ever TRULY wanted to kill someone? I can't say for sure, if I'm being totally transparent. When I found out about Jason's gf after me, I can say with certainty I wanted her dead beyond dead, but I don't know if I wanted to kill her, per se. Just to clarify, no, I don't wish any negativity upon her now. I was certifiably insane before and certainly don't think I am anymore, so... Marvel or DC? I don't care. Do you watch anime subbed or dubbed? Both. I prefer dubbed, BUT only if the voice acting isn't insufferable. I like dubbed just because for me, it's very distracting to have to keep looking down at subtitles. How often do you exercise? I don't... I'm still waiting for Mom to move into her actual room versus the living room couch so I can do WiiFit with some privacy. I'm too uncomfortable to exercise in front of anyone. What is your favorite book series? Warriors will forever have a very special place in my heart. What is your favorite OTP? I will probably ship Rhett and Link for my entire life. Their friendship is truly incredible and so so SOOOOOOO cute. Who is your favorite Harry Potter character? I've never seen the series, actually.
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