#ooh that'd be a good book name

[ithinkimightbeagoose]

guys.

fellow hellsite users.

STOP

S T O P

associating CAPITALISM

with VAMPIRISM

PLEASE I LOVE VAMPIRES DON'T DO THIS TO-

[enamation]

𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 !

character(s) ♡ vivid bad squad

type ♡ special post !

warning(s) ♡ none

a/n ♡ from 51 votes , vbs was chosen ! ! i dont know if theyre ooc or not , so my apologies if so ~ ! a very merry christmas from me to you , happy holidays ✰ xoxo , ena

vivid bad squad . . . ビビバス

Opening your eyes in the Sekai , you were met with mugs filled with hot cocoa and marshmallows , candy canes , chocolate covered pretzel sticks , and the smell of christmas spirit ~ !

" Okay, okay. My turn to open my Secret Santa gift! " An said , hastily grabbing her present as Kohane giggled and Toya smiled , with Akito zooming in on her face with a camera .

As she unboxed her gift , she held up a gigantic mug , examining it with owlish eyes , turning it around to see her name imprinted on it .

" Ooh~! This is actually really cool-! Who got me this? "

Kohane began to giggle as An beamed at her .

" That'd have to be me. I was a little unsure of what to get for you, so I'm glad you like it! " Kohane replied, softly clapping her hands .

Akito soon reached for the circular shaped present with his name on it , looking up at everyone .

" Alright, I'll go next. This better not be something stupid. "

The second he began to unwrap his gift , everyone was waiting in anticipation for what it could be .

Akito's eyebrows raised before he smiled , raising up the different types of cheesecake on a platter .

" Hey, not bad! Not disappointed one bit. "

An began to giggle , making a fist pump .

" You can never go wrong in giving him cheesecake. Its an assured positive reaction. " She shrugged as Akito playfilly rolled his eyes .

Kohane gave a close-eyed smile , gesturing toward the 2 presents sitting on the table .

" You go ahead Toya! " " Oh, thank you. "

Toya picked up his present and brought it in his lap , shaking it and feeling something slightly heavy inside , quickly glancing at his bandmates .

" Dont shake it silly! It might give away whats inside~! "

Toya smiled , shaking his head before silently unwrapping his gift , bringing out a book with bookmarks to highlight page numbers .

" Thats the book you've been mentioning you wanted to read, right? You always ask me what I think about certain pages and lines, so I highlighted my favorite parts. Whats the word-.. annotating, was it? I did that. "

Toya nodded , smiling gratefully . " You're right. I have been wanting to read this. This is-.. really kind, Akito. Thank you. The annotations are a nice touch. I appreciate it. "

Akito smiled and nodded in acknowledgement as Kohane piped up .

" Oh! So this means Toya got my gift! Lets see-.. oh! It feels warm. "

Kohane smiled , picking up her present and unwrapping it , a familiar aroma radiating off of it .

" This smells like-.. "

She opens her box to reveal newly made peach buns .

" I love peach buns! I cant wait to savor these~! Thank you so much, Toya! " " Im glad you can enjoy them. "

The rest of the night were full of games , shouting christmas songs , and lots , lots , and lots of christmas joy .

" merry christmas to all ~ . . and to all , a good night . "

and how convenient ! !

ahaha !

[vagueandominousvibes]

2, 8, and 11! i hope you find some great vibes to counteract the not-so-great ones soon <3

Thank you! I hope so too <3

2. What is your favorite book of all time?

Ooh, that's a difficult one! I feel like I should say The Lord of the Rings, but then again, I don't know if it's my absolutely favourite one? It's definitely up there, because I've got a lot of good memories attached to it, and it's one of the few books I've read more than once.

That said, it's not a book that's kept me from going to bed because I have to know what happens next. Deeplight by Frances Hardinge is probably closer, or even Snow Song by [insert author here when I remember her name].

There was a textbook I read about creative writing about 10 years ago. I believe it's still on my shelf in my childhood room, but I've not been there for a while and don't remember the title. That book was monumental in my excitement for creative writing. I remember opening it and feeling like I'd found a treasure trove. So y'know what? I'm gonna name that book as my favourite book of all time. I really ought to get my parents to send it to me.

8. If you were given the money to buy a book today, what book would you buy?

Depends on what's on display at Waterstones /j

For real though? I've got a multiple-page double-collumned document with books I'd like to buy, so any one of those would be good. At a glance, it'd likely be one of the following:

Perspectives on Fantasy: Imagining thr Celtic Past in Modern Fantasy by Dimitra Fimi and Alistair J. P. Sims

Hidden Places by Sarah Baxter (illustrated by Amy Grimes)

The Company We Keep: An Ethics of Fiction by Wayne C. Booth

Sacred Nature: How We Can Recover Our Bond with the Natural World by Karen Armstrong

You might notice a lot of these are academic books. I tend to not buy academic books for myself on a whim, because they're really expensive. I'd love to have more of them though.

11. Which character in a book would you most like to be?

My first thought was Sophie Hatter. She's got strength, courage, and magic enough to make every day an adventure, and I adore Diana Wynne Jones' books. Her worlds are worlds where miracles grow on trees, and I desperately want to live in that kind of world.

It would be a whirlwind of a life, with no time to pause and let everything catch up. It'd be the epitome of an escape.

On second thought, however, I think Meriadoc Brandybuck post-LotR would be an excellent character to be: a calm, steady life, research, and friends. Time to sit by myself and work on my many projects, and time to catch up with a friend over a cup of something. That'd be a good life, I think - slow, wonderfully slow, with no fear of tomorrow.

[empty-pizza]

thoughts on harrow the ninth chapter forty-three

SHE REMEMBERS

AND I AM CONFUSED

LET ME KEEP READING AND GET MY BEARINGS ON WHAT'S GOING ON

this is fucky

it's not just retelling the memories harrow thinks she has

it's on some level a state of existence — where? not the river, is it? in harrow's mind? harrow was in some form experiencing it, but what part of harrow? when? underneath, in the subconscious? when she sleeps?

and are these somehow the real abigail and squad, or just in the mind? was this less false memories and more a play that abigail and squad were acting out for her?

has memories. a revenant.

harrow explains how taking away her ability to comprehend gideon takes away her ability to incorporate her, right. pretty much called a while back, after settling on memory fuckery over time fuckery. the crude systems she refers to include replacing gideon's name with ortus, naturally.

but she is, in fact, being haunted. hmm! hmm! a battlefield inside of her soul! raised an army to fight alongside her!

this is all being presented in a fairly lowkey way for something that PROVES WRONG MOST OF MY GUESSES ABOUT WHAT WAS REALLY GOING ON! LIKE YEAH I GOT A LOT RIGHT, ABOUT REMOVING MEMORIES OF GIDEON, BUT I FELL FOR THE RED HERRING THAT THIS IS JUST FALSE MEMORIES! IT IS A BATTLEFIELD INSIDE HARROW'S SOUL. THIS IS ALL ADDING UP.

this definitely justifies this plot beyond just like... being for the sake of a twist. no, it was necessary to get as much of it as we did. it makes it worthwhile both because it's a real, relevant plotline, and because it's about real characters.

hmmmmmmm. i could be entirely wrong that the narration is gideon. that the sleeper is gideon. i could be right, but i could be wrong. it could be the body in the locked tomb. why does it refer to The Body instead of My Body, then? hmm. but the sleeper honestly makes more sense as a representation of an invasive soul than as a representation of gideon. that said i still think there's a fairly good chance it's gideon. i dunno, i just think that's a bit cooler.

but also, harrow didn't do any of this intentionally, it seems? did silas kill himself for the sake of leaving this because he thought it was lame? but didn't he kill coronabeth too? she's alive. maybe that was just a memory, not the real soul.

hmm. is she really being haunted, though? we're running back to the question of, how truthful is it that she entered the locked tomb, and how truthful is it that she saw the body this whole time? because it didn't seem like she saw the body during gideon. she did tell gideon that she entered the tomb, so i still feel like god is just wrong when he says she couldn't have. but then why would this be only starting now, this invasion? was the soul just, laying dormant? maybe it only decided it wanted to take over once she became a lyctor, since that'd be more useful than just a plain old prodigy necromancer.

"what a waste of a woman, to have ended her life at the bottom of the ladder" harrow is referring to my pecking order, and no, abigail wasn't at the absolute bottom. coronabeth was.

some of this is explaining things that were already clear, like how she just replaced memories of gideon with memories of ortus. but other stuff is wild. like i think i said earlier, it's a ply she was directing. how the people involved in the play that realized some of the other people were parodies of themselves. ooh, i wonder if i can notice that in some of the chapters — notice that they're acting weird. if you're reading this, i'd love comments pointing out specific examples.

okay, so this is just while she sleeps. wild.

man. this is such a clever thing to do with the structure of your book. remix the first book in such a way that's re-interpreting the old ideas, re-exploring characters that didn't get a chance, and still make it a relevant new plotline.

man. i really enjoy where these mysteries landed. i predicted a lot, correctly. and that's satisfying. but other aspects shocked me and surprised me with what was possible. i try very hard to hedge my bets and not go all in on things i shouldn't be sure about. but as time went on, i still made one false assumption — i thought it was just false memories, since it seemed like memory fuckery was the main thing going on. and it was more, and i was fairly gobsmacked. good book. very ambitious.

i do wish it was earned a little more instead of just finally dumped on us. i would have enjoyed if the mysteries were something that waking-harrow engaged with more, that she tried to figure things out, at least attempted some deductions about what her old self's plans were. engaged with the letters more. but this is still fairly good.

i do think i wasn't like... hit as hard by these twists as i wanted to be. i don't know how much of that was my own expectations, or too much confidence in things that ended up short of correct. i dunno. on a technical level this is really cool and well done but my adrenaline isn't pumping (and that happens, with really mind blowing twists).

but hey! there's still over 20% of the book left for craziness!

[liketwoswansinbalance]

@discjude Ohh, so that's where that point came from, the book itself! Also, there’s a few things here I don’t remember, and when I started to draft this response, I didn't have my books with me, so I don't exactly have that good of an answer to everything right now. What was his talk with Sophie about?

Arpeth sounds far better! Don't know why the common name ended up being Jaric. "Warpath" evokes "path to war," which certainly describes Japeth's becoming the Snake well, so I've no notes and you get a standing ovation for the pun, even if it was unintentional.

Do you mean "happy," as in reunited with Aric's soul, by death? Or being freed of the burden of the throne? And could the Storian have fated Japeth to die because it was the easiest way out for him? Versus, a potentially lesser chance at a happy life?

Again, I don't remember the specifics of the F+B dialogue. What did Tedros-as-Aric say?

Against my better judgment, I think it'd be nice if the Storian had pitied him, but it feels unlikely.

Now, I wonder if the Pen specifically likes the blood of Mistrals because it impales the OG prequel Rafal twice, and has acquired a "taste" for it?

Random point: I think the irony of Agatha becoming Camelot's queen and Sophie not getting what she wanted was a great ending. The TSY ending fit practically all the characters (or at least Sophie) much better than did TCY ones. Sophie getting a supposed True Love in Hort went against all the earlier messaging, even if they could probably also qualify as Evil's love. (Honestly, I don't like Hort, but Aladdin is still the worse of the two, and sometimes, Hort has sympathetic moments.)

I think I've seen the flanderization, yeah. It seems to happen to a lot of love interests in general, even Tedros, who isn't actually an absolute idiot.

Which plot point? The reason why I hate Aladdin is because he caused the first quarrel between Rhian and Rafal (his removal from the plot = no conflict—at the same time, I want conflict, so it's a double-bind, having him or not), and his narration/thought process/actions just struck me as annoying. Also, yes! I was expecting some kind of ending for him, where he becomes the Sultan, probably an awful one, just because of the set-up about Pasha Dunes and Reena his granddaughter, but I wonder if this Aladdin is only an Aladdin with the same name as the main series one, like James Hook versus TLEA undead Hook?

Ooh, a Sader brother could've been interesting!

Yes! Thank you for the validation of "Evil can love"! (I intentionally decided to use Sophie and Agatha, platonically, because I think they're the example that would've been met with the least resistance since Sophie and Rafal could've had potentially insincere love, depending on interpretation, and Hester and Anadil were not exactly canon for a while.)

Yes, I thought it was either close to being canon or I've heard it often enough, that Aric was grappling with That Internalized Trait. (And even Tedros did, in resisting his attraction to Filip, so I think you're right. It must be common in their world.)

I think I can guess what the Rhian II theory is. Would you mind if I asked about it?

That's funny because the inverse happened to me with you! I saw Japeth as the Snake Guy from TCY, who's just another Evil sorcerer and Rafal's "copycat," but they're both nuanced characters in their own right. So, I can't complain. I was just delusional because I believed in Sophie and Agatha's povs thinking Japeth was Rafal when he was first introduced, and got a bit miffed that he wasn't. But I can't fairly or reasonably blame him for the imaginary "sin" of: Not Being Rafal. That'd be insane, haha. Also, I still love the QFG near-hanging scene inexplicably. That was one of Japeth's best moments, I thought, even if it later turned out to be staged for Rhian's good PR.

Oh. Good point. I do see it as sweet, from his side, if not Aric's. Happy Pride Month to you!

Oof, poor Japeth, if that's the case around the things to be "cured," in either sense. But, it's interesting nonetheless—the next time I read TCY, I'll have to look out for that belief in Rhian II. It could possibly explain his distancing himself from Kei, aside from the betrayal and Sophie's involvement.

I am really curious to see your take on Aric and Japeth's relationship. I mean, the beloved author and creator of the series have addressed this issue with 'in their own sick wicked way they had loved' so yeah it's cannon cool. But I feel like the further implications of this? We saw evil 'unable to love'/ 'only ever have true love'. From what I remember Japeth mentioned Aric more than once, how they would write letters to each other how Aric 'begged' for Japeth to come to him but Japeth never did so and then bro spent the last of his life trying to bring Aric back to life. There are so many implications, the dynamics, the context, everything, but I love how you theorise and explore all sorts of ideas so I can't help but wonder how you view all of this :D.

Thanks for taking the time to read this and have a great day/afternoon/evening/night!

Sorry to disappoint, but I should probably start off with the fact that I don't ship Japeth and Aric. While I like Japeth, partly in thanks to @discjude winning me over, and further recognizing the tragedy surrounding him, his relationship to Aric never canonically does him any favors. And, with Aric, I think I'm apathetic enough towards him that I don't actively hate him; I just don't care about him. In truth, if not for Aladdin's pitiful existence actively hammering on my nerves, Aric would probably be my least favorite character.

The first thing I want to address is that Evil being "unable to love" or "only Evers have True Love" is actually false, despite the many times the series puts forth this claim. Yes, we are explicitly told this "fact" in book 1, but the book's point was to subvert/deconstruct the myth.

First, by the end, with her self-sacrifice, Sophie proved Evil's capacity to love, meaning: Evil being unable to love is just a commonly-held belief in the Woods, not the absolute, be-all, end-all truth.

(And the belief could've been perpetuated by "Rafal's"/Rafal's way of running his institution that literally shapes the Wood's perceptions and the future. Alongside this claim about love, consider the existence of the Doom Room, created to punish a singular mutinous class of first-years, based on a now-revised philosophy about Nevers' learning from harsh treatment and (probably) disproportionate retribution that an excessively stubborn dead man already too entrenched in his old ways never had the chance to change because he died—and this is all aside from the fact proven by the display at the very first Circus of Talents, that Rafal's students did indeed learn better when he finally listened to them and mentored them as an equal in their position (as Fala). In addition, the statement: "Nevers learn from deprivation" similarly reveals how the Woods really do generalize about Nevers—until Sophie, the "exception" and iconoclast, comes along.)

Second, Sophie's non-romantic True Love at some point was said to be Agatha, and I think this established fact is consistently maintained throughout the series, even if other elements overshadow it, so not only Evers can have True Love.

My take on Japeth and Aric is that Japeth's love for Aric, however twisted or sincere it was, drove him to become the Snake, follow along with Rhian's Camelot ambitions and initial staging-terrorism-and-hostage-scenarios plot, and commit all his other, duplicitous, villainous acts throughout TCY, later by his own will, which is a motive I find fascinating (and contradictory about the nature of the Woods' Good and Evil souls, whenever Japeth is set next to the rather grey Rhian).

So, while Japeth's devotion to Aric could be viewed as romantic, it's just not appealing to me, personally, due to the relationship's ambiguous one-sidedness in particular. And, I think I once may've read something about Japeth as a Never fighting for True Love (or his perception of "True Love") and Rhian as an Ever fighting for power (the Nevers' ideal fairy-tale ending) being ironic or inverted in some way. That's also some world-building fodder to consider, or even just another point that could overturn the Rules as we know them, yet again. I'm not surprised by that subversion honestly. Japeth is very much like his parents. Nearly every SGE villain Soman has ever written has been motivated by the pursuit of love, or by the overwhelming force of their own (often obsessive) infatuations (with the exception of somewhat flatter, less-developed, secondary villains, like Aric, Vulcan, Marialena, and Peter Pan).

Also, thanks for the compliment!

[jaeminscoffee]

Let me in. (m.)

Pairing- Lee Donghyuck x reader

Genre- Fluff, Smut, tiny bit of angst..?

Word count- 6.03k (ily I'm sorry oof)

Warning- sexual themes suggested, written horribly, slight corruption kink, bestfriend!haechan, slight possessiveness , fingering, praise kink, friends to lovers trope, cliché af. Also definitely not proof read.

Summary- When you let him in, paradise unfolded is an understatement.

(literally the first time i wrote based of a song and it was a really challenging but! fun experience so thank you for requesting this! This also gave me an idea of closing off my previous prompt as starting a song prompt..? )

➳ listen to Ooh La La La by Exo.

When i turn my head

My eyes meet yours

Once again I'm staring at you

That smile is a bit too much for me

It's hard being friends with a girl, so beautiful, so generous and giving and still not having her all for yourself. Or so was how Haechan felt. 

You were so close to him, yet so far. You always looked out for him as though he was your top priority, and that boosted his ego. You were his, to an extent. It's when Haechan thought it'd be the best to have you come over to the party his frat's throwing, wanting you to loosen up a little, he couldn't hold himself back. 

After the last bell to class rang, Haechan immediately started packing his bag, remembering Mark, his other half as you exclaimed had warned him not to be even a second late, saying something along the lines of 'apparently Johnny won't DJ for us unless we actually give him something materialistic' or something.

You watch with a wide smile, your best friend frantically reaching out under his desk to get out all books only to shove them carelessly into his bag, 

"Calm down, Hyuck. You still have 2 hours to reach there and the frat house' barely half an hour away" Haechan let out a curse having dropped around 3 of his books alongside that one pen he carries around, he turned towards you with his eyebrows furrowed.

Seeing you smile wide at him, laughing even at his misery weirdly had his heart skipping beats. It was a normality now to him. It wouldn't take a genius to guess he's whipped for you, everyone, other than you apparently knew about that. 

Filled with an ease leaving me to burn

I can't breathe when i see your eye smile 

It's like you know that's your charm

"Hey don't smile at me like that! What type of a friend are you even?" Haechan exclaimed dramatically, completely ignoring how his heart had started beating just a little faster, breathing growing just a little frantic, face heating up just a little. 

"What?? I'm not supposed to smile now?" you ask with the same exaggeration, lifting your hands up to hit him softly when he got a hold of your hand, pulling you in for a hug,

"Don't ditch me at the party, I'll be waiting, love you bye!" he said it all in one breath, patting your back, placing a peck on your forehead before leaning down and picking up his  bag before dashing out of the door. 

You stood there still, bringing your palms up to your cheeks to calm the heat down. 

It's the thoughts or prejudice that you had that friends are supposed to stay friends that had you constraining your feelings for the lad. You'd be an idiot to have a whole package of what a good, ideal man is supposed to be like right beside you but still not fall for him. That's impossible even, worse than mission impossible.

"Love you too.." you say out low, mostly to yourself as you give yourself a second to calm down before moving forward to pack your own things up, leaving the classroom as soon as you're done to go set things up before the 'party' tonight. 

It didn't take long for you to decide what to wear. Simple, a skirt and a blouse. They were your usual fit anyway and you didn't like all those jazzy, flashing, revealing clothes people usually wear to parties. A pleated white skirt that fell mid thigh, a black and white striped long sleeve turtleneck shirt which you paired with a silver butterfly pendant, ending it with  black suede boots. 

 Sandra, your neighbor ergo a close acquaintance of yours, offered you a ride to the venue, having her boyfriend DJ there. She informed you how she'd be one of the ones to serve the drinks, adorning a shocked expression when you told her you don't drink. 

"Friend's with Lee Haechan yet you don't drink? No way" the elder exclaimed, you let out a laugh, remembering the last time the said boy had forced a drink down your throat, an action he regrets till date. "He might be a heavy drinker, i think the max i can handle is either a glass of wine or a bottle of breezer, nothing more and nothing less" 

You arrive at the frat house relatively faster than usual, thanks to Sandra's amazing driving skills, but you were immediately abandoned as she spotted her boyfriend, Johnny, in the yet to fill room. No doubts you had arrived early as the boys that you recognize as Felix, Han, Renjun, Jaemin, Jeno, Yangyang, Mark, San, and three others you didn't know quite well off, were arranging the red party cups and bottles on the kitchen counter. 

You scan your eyes all around the room to locate your possible crush, well, best friend in the crowd. Eyes landing at the figure leaning against the wall towards the stairs as he spoke to Hyunjin, a white tee tucked into his usual black knee slit skinny jeans topped with a blue checkered oversized t-shirt which was left unbuttoned made him look absolutely breathtaking. Not to mention, his hair was gelled back, with only a few strands let loose to hover over his forehead. Godly. The only word that could describe him. 

Maybe you might've stood there looking at him for way too long, potentially drooling even because he should've felt your intense gaze upon himself, as he turned his head away from the long haired boy, looking all over the place mimicking your actions from before to spot the gaze, landing upon you. 

Haechan physically shudders, how could one look that flawless? He pats his friend on the shoulder, making his way around him with slow strides towards you. It's hard to keep his feelings intact when you look like that, that ethereal, and his hands to himself. That's a catch. He loved seeing you in your plaid skirts. But he hated that it's not just him who gets to see you like that. Haechan wanted you to dress up for him. Look pretty for him. Be pure for him. Be his. And maybe, just maybe, tonight he'd have enough courage to ask you out. 

Your eyes are whispering to me

It's like they're asking me to approach. 

Intoxicated by his looks, being able to see no one but him, you make your way towards him too, replacing the fangirling face with a smile that he adored oh so much. 

"Hyuck! Hey!" you walk faster stepping out of your daze, pulling him into a hug, before hitting his shoulders slightly, "Next time, learn to pick up your phone" you exclaim, pulling away not too far, having his hands rest on top of your hips as you look into his eyes. Haechan mumbled something incoherent under his breath, shaking his head subtly. "sorry sorry, my phone was in the other room and pretty sure you called me when we were checking the music systems" 

"you're lucky Sandra lives like, right next door. I was actually planning on ditching the party and just binge watch the office" you playfully nag at him, hitting his shoulder this time. You push yourself away from him, involuntarily, wanting to cherish his warmth a little longer, but that'd be sketchy.

"Anyways! How do I look?" you wriggle your eyebrows before doing a twirl, which had your skirt slightly lift up a bit, Haechan visibly gulps, stopping you with your hand, "ugly as usual" he said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. Seeing your face dim down a bit, he lets out a chuckle, "do you really need me to tell you that you're beautiful, doll?" he pulled you in again, lifting his head up when he heard sounds of gagging, a sign of disgust from somewhere around the pair of you. 

" 'do you really need me to tell you that you're beautiful, doll?' oh cut it out you filth." exclaimed a voice in a distorted manner behind you. You turn around to face a senior of yours, a close friend. "Mark!" you extend your hand out to do your infamous handshake, that lasts at least for over 15 seconds that had Haechan roll his eyes. 

"says the filthiest himself" he let out, making you snort in a not so attractive way. "Hey, at least i'm not the one flirting with my best friend here" Mark pointed out, fingers wrapped around the party cup with god knows what drink. "you flirt with anything breathing" you add, laughing as he sends a wink your way. 

"You look stunning, Y/n" "Now who's flirting huh?" Haechan said, suddenly all up his guard. "woaw, not flirting because someone would whoop my ass later, but stating facts is all i did" Mark smirked, turning back as someone screamed out his name, "well I'll catch up later, gotta blast! Byeee!" he let out hurriedly, making his way towards the back of the house.

"I'll go get us some drinks, cranberry? Or lemon?" he asked, knowing the obvious answer. "Cranberry, duh" you reply with sass to which he let out a loud laugh. 

"You got it"

Maybe you believed that it's time you break your own limits, or maybe you just wanted to seem cool to Donghyuck. Whatever the reason was had you drink more than what your tolerance allowed you to. You felt euphoric and sick at the same time. You weren't completely gone just yet, you were still sober, surprisingly. The actual surprise is that Haechan, the usually 'I'll end all drinkers carrier' type of guy, stopped at just a bottle of beer. 

Reaching out to the glass Renjun held out towards you as an offer, you felt your hands being swatted away, making you flinch slightly. 

"That's enough drinks for her tonight" he said, shoving his friends hand away slightly as you whined. "i can handle a drink more" you reply, reaching out again, "no you can't, and no you won't" he insisted, raising his eyebrows at you in a challenging way, wanting to see if you'll oppose him. 

It might've been the intoxicating liquid in your system at the moment, but staring back at Haechan had the bottom of your stomach churning. You look away with the same speed you initiated the eye contact with. 

"You're not my dad.." you mumble, puckering your lips into a small pout as you hear his friends laugh at your slight quarrel. 

"but i am your boy- best friend. And for a fact, i know you'll fall unconscious if you take another drink" Jaemin starts hooting slowly at Haechan's slight slip up.

"Tsk, whatever" you reply, rebelling against him and taking the bottle out of Renjun's hand as he stared at you, amusement clearly evident on his face. 

"Feisty. I like how you don't listen to hyuck, maybe we should be best friends" he let out, holding out his fist to fist bump yours, which you do, sticking your tongue out at your best friend. 

"Okay! Let's play, put a finger down if you have!" Yangyang suggested, eyes scanning all your faces to see if anyone's not feeling the game today. Seeing everyone do nothing but nod, he starts dictating, asking them to put up five fingers. The first person to lose out apparently has to either take shots or confess their deepest secrets. 

The first rounds went well, easy questions which made you feel bored, slight headache striking in, making you rest your head on Haechan's shoulder. Sensing weight on his shoulder, he turned his head towards the side, looking at you with concern, a glint of 'I told you' shining through the orbs. 

"tell me off later, my head hurts real bad" you mumble, soft enough for only him to hear before he could nag at you. Saying nothing else other than shifting closer to you for you to get comfortable he said, "Just sleep, I'll take you home".

The moment you close your eyes after his words, you hear Jeno blurt out the next question, it being his turn to do so. 

"put a finger down if you've ever been head over heels for your best friend", His other friends chuckle, while Jeno smirked at Haechan, too tired to open your eyes to see who put a finger down, you fail to notice Haechan put a finger down, looking down at you all worn out on his shoulder, his circle feigning disgust. 

The game was probably long done, the party might've also ended, you must've fallen asleep because the next time you open your eyes, you find yourself in your best friend's bedroom, still feeling tired. Looking outside the window, seeing it's still dark outside, you turn to the side, flinching just a bit when you find Haechan at the side of the bed, arms folded over the sheets as he rests his head on top of it. It must've been uncomfortable kneeling on the floor for that long. 

You take the chance to look at him properly, well, better than the past god knows how many years into your friendship. You take your time to roam your eyes all over his facials. Gawking at the moles adorning his tanned skin, lifting your fingers up to feather over them. Your hands then move to the scars at each corner of his eyebrows, chuckling as you remember how he got them. 

You brush his dishevelled hair out of his face, the action making Haechan stir in his slumber which had you stop your moments completely. Running your fingers through his hair one last time, about to pull your hands away from him to not wake him up you feel his hands grip your wrist, holding it in place. 

You yelp, not expecting him to be awake, "why did you stop? I was about to fall asleep" he whines out, getting up from the floor, standing to his full height which makes you shift, leaning your back against the headboard to look at him more comfortably. 

"Did you carry me up here?" you asked, voice a little hoarse as the alcohols after effects had your throat burn. "Nope, you just zapped here. Of course I carried you" he replied, masking his flustered look at how you looked, face glowing, eyes hazed and on bed. His bed. 

"Does it hurt for you to reply normally for once..?" you open your eyes a little wider in genuine curiosity 

Oh la la la, please allow me 

Oh la la la, into your imagination 

I'll go right in, so let me in

I'll dance in your eyes 

Oh la la la, the moment our gazes meet. 

Replying is hard, keeping his eyes away from your lips is hard, to stop himself from slowly leaning forward was hard too. You're killing him. The alcohol in his system did nothing more than fuel his desires for you.

It's weird, how one moment, you're whining at your best friend being a sarcastic hoe to how your breath gets caught in your lungs the next moment at the sight of your crush leaning closer to you. 

It's weird how all those thoughts of, 'friends should stay friends' were thrown right out of the window when he was now, just inches away from you, noses grazing each other.

The proximity was that where you could feel his breath fanning your lips. Now that's weird too, weren't you just having a normal conversation? 

Haechan snaps out of it, you're probably drunk. He pulls away just as you close your eyes, ready to bask in the feeling of his lips against yours. 

"I can't.. You'll forget all this by tomorrow, I'll wake you up before class, have some rest." He said, avoiding eye contact as you felt a pang of disappointment hit you. 

That night, all Haechan could think of was your slightly parted lips, eyes fixated on your lips and your slow, shallow, small breath. 

You've never felt awkward around Haechan, neither do you want to feel awkward around him, but each time you see him, all you're reminded of is how close you were to change your friendship into something else. 

On the other hand, Haechan wanted to hit himself for cowering out once again. He was so close to finally making you his. But now all he's left with is a sexual tension so thick that could be cut by a knife. He wanted you. He craved you.

It only started working him up more the day you called him over to your studio apartment for a movie night, ignoring all past events over the week. Them being, Haechan becoming a much touchy friend. He's always been a physical affection shower either ways. 

Haechan complied, arriving at your place with a large bag of Doritos. Greeting you with a huge smile, ignoring the fast beating of his heart when you reciprocate the same expression. 

"Heyyy! Missed me? I know! I missed me too" Haechan said, making his way around you quickly to hide the crimson that took place on his cheeks, not wanting you to see it. 

"I did" you say quietly, closing the door as Haechan made himself comfortable on your couch, having set the chip packet in the kitchen counter. 

He mentally took a note of your outfit, plain black shorts that were a little too short for the sake of his heart not falling right out, and a white shirt, a crop top, to be precise.

"It's your turn to choose the movie" you say, making your way towards the other side of the couch. "Monsters inc?" he answers as you whine, having already regret the choice of giving him the liberty. 

"Hyuck we watched that movie about like, 5 times, when will you get over it?" you ask

"Never so stop whining and watch the movie with me." he replied with the sass you were oh so familiar with, making you roll your eyes. 

Ah, it's going to be a long night. 

You were lost in your own thoughts, not paying attention to the movie much as you remember the night at the frat house. It's impossible to get Lee Haechan out of your mind. It's impossible because you know he has his eyes on you right now. Looking at you, oblivious to the fact that you knew of his gaze. 

"Hyuck.. " you call him out, turning to face him from your side of the couch. Haechan looks away momentarily, flustered as you caught him stare at you. He hums in response, keeping his eyes fixed on the screen. 

"About that night in your room" you start, turning completely, your body facing him as you sit criss cross. Haechan visibly tenses up, thinking you're about to tell him off for crossing the line, "Y/n, about that, i'm- i'm sor-"

"Do you like me?"

Right now, in this moment, the space between us

Is filled with this strong trembling 

Becoming a rhythm and drawing me in

Let your body move to it however you'd like. 

Haechan was caught off guard by your question, blinking, once, twice, even shaking his head to see if he's imagining things, "Huh?" he asked just for confirmation. 

"Do you like me..?" you repeated, slower, heart racing in anticipation as you lean forward a bit, waiting for his reply.

"What are you going to do if I say.. Yes?" he asked, eyebrows raised as he leaned forward a little too. You had the strong urge to want to lean back from the proximity, feeling blood rush up to your cheeks but you stood your ground, wanting to do this right here. Right now. 

"Then I'll continue what we almost started" you exclaim, the smile he loves so much finding its way onto your face.

"Will you? Really?" he asked, scooting closer to you, something about his eyes switching gazes when you lean further, making your shirt come down a bit. You nod, that's when he pulls you forward by your arms, making you let out a sound of surprise as you crash onto his side, looking at him with your eyes widened. 

"Then yes." he whispered after leaning close to your ears, you feel yourself growing hot each passing second. The position is extremely intimate. You pull away to look into his eyes, to spot any signs of all this being nothing more than just a joke. You lose it when he looks at you with a strong gaze, eyebrows slightly raised, lips drawn into a small smile, immediately pressing yours onto his after staring it for way too long.

His hands found their way around your waist, tugging at you slowly, gesturing you to get onto his lap. 

An odd smile that doesn't let on

Seeing through the curiosity driving me on

And sending a sign

You oblige, as your lips move in unison, Haechan shifted in his seat to a better position, man spreading to let you sit better on his lap all while still not letting go of your lips. 

His hands find their way under your crop top, letting his arms wander the bare skin of your back, his cold touch in contrast to your warm body making you gasp. Haechan takes the opportunity of your parted lips to enter your mouth, tongue pressing against yours making you whine. 

You pull away only when you feel your lungs practically begging for a puff of air even, tugging softly at his slightly grown hair, letting out an airy giggle at the sight of your lip color smeared at the corner of his lips. 

"That was way better than all I've imagined it to be" Haechan smiled at you, pressing his forehead against yours, pulling you closer by the hips. You look away from his gaze, "you've imagined kissing me?" you ask softly, playing with the charm hanging off his neck.

"way too many times to keep a count" he replied, placing another peck on your lips, pulling away immediately, laughing as you subconsciously follow his lips. 

He finally let's you press onto his lips once again, groaning as your teeth clash from how fast you were at finding his lips. You whimper when his hands squeeze at your sides.

You jerk forward, testing the waters as you move your lips from his lips, to his neck, peppering the skin with kisses, giving extra attention to those moles you adored that were scrawled all over his skin, occasionally nibbling at the spot you left a wet trail at. 

It's like you're telling me to open the door

To your slightly open heart and come right in

Please allow me 

Into your imagination 

I'll go right in, so let me in

I'll dance in your eyes

The moment our gazes meet. 

He sighs in content  at the feeling of your plush lips pressed against his skin, "I won't be able to control myself if you keep going, doll" you continue your ministration.  Then don't" you say, trying to sound as sultry as possible. Having waited so long to have Donghyuck as more than just friends had you desperate for any sort of contact from his side. 

You could sense his slight hesitation, maybe he didn't want to rush things, maybe he just couldn't get himself to do it, or maybe, he was just nervous.  

Should I really try making a move now? 

What should be the first thing I say? 

The moment I hesitate, thinking it over

You get up and walk away. 

You stand up, from his lap, looking at his eyes, nodding so softly that he'd miss it if he'd blink as you make your way towards your bedroom, smiling. You tug at your shirt, slowly, above your head, not daring to turn to look back at Donghyuck's reaction, a triumphant look washing over your facial as you hear him growl with that honey voice of his. 

He must've stared at your back a little too long, seeing your hair cover the top half of your torso as you turned towards your bedroom, looking at him one last time before entering the room which was illuminated with just your fairy lights. 

Even as I look at your bold back from far away

Your slow pace is telling me to follow

Girl just tell me what you like

It's like you're telling me to hurry

"she'll be the death of me.. " he ruffled his hair, before getting up to walk down the same pathway as you. 

Walking into your bedroom, Haechan was more than sure that the sight before him was the most ethereal sight he'd seen his entire life. 

You sat by the foot of the bed, adorned in only your black lace bra, the black shorts, and your hair left open in all glory. He swallows the lump forming in his throat, mood switching so fast because the boy you walked away from, Lee Haechan, the one hesitant to take it this far, was now replaced with the Lee Haechan, walking towards you with long, confident strides. 

As he comes to stand in front of you, he bends down, snaking one of his arms around your waist, pulling you up and close to his body. 

"tell me, have you been dreaming about me just the way I've dreamt about you?" he leans closer to the nape of your neck, running the tip of his nose along the unexpectedly sensitive skin up to your ears, nibbling at the earlobe. 

"Have you waited for all this just as much as i have? Tell me, princess" he rasps out as you place your hands gently by the belt loop of his jeans. 

Please allow me

Into your reality 

Not trusting your voice, you nod, wanting to feel his lips against yours once again but Haechan held onto you with a firm grip, 

"Tell me, baby. Words, those are the keys. Use your words" He moved from nibbling onto your earlobe to marking territory onto your skin that had you jerking forward, further into his body. 

I'll approach you, so hold onto me

Tell me that you were waiting

The moment i reached you

You huff out, opening your mouth the exact moment he took hold of your chin with a gentle grip, looking at your orbs with so much expectation, so much adoration, so much love, so much lust. 

"I've waited a long time too." you start 

"I waited for so long; the day in your room, during that night, I was so happy when you approached me, but then you pulled away. You made me wait enough Hyuck, please let me feel you now? I want you. No. I need you" 

You didn't pay attention to his heaving chest, or how his eyes were turning into a whole darker shade of ebony, instead, stood on your tip toe and engulfed his slightly puffy lips with yours. 

Haechan didn't deny the kiss, dying to take you quick there itself when the first sentence left your lip, but he wanted to take it slow, he wanted to show you how much he's waited for this too. How much he likes you and he wanted to make sure you felt it from each action of his. 

He urged you to move backwards, closer towards the edge of the bed, not breaking the kiss even for a second, his hands securing around your waist as he slowly bends down to place you on the quilt. 

His hands make their way back, fiddling with the hook of your bra as he breaks the kiss with one last peck at the corner of your lips. "i need you too, doll. I need you just as much as you need me, maybe even twice as much" he mumbles against the soft skin of your collarbone, tapping at your back with the tip of his finger once he had the hooks undone to pull the material away from your body. 

Shyness suddenly overpowers all lust, you bring up an arm to cover your now exposed breast while Haechan is busy throwing your clothing behind him. 

Turning around, facing you, he smiles at you, gently prying your hand away from your chest leaving your torso bare naked in front of him which had you shut your eyes with embarrassment. 

"Look at me, baby." Donghyuck urges you. 

You give yourself a second, inhaling sharp as you flutter your eyes open, looking straight into his eyes. "You have no reason to hide yourself from me" he pulls away after placing a peck in the valley of your chest. He tugs at the edge of his hoodie, pulling it over his head before discarding it behind.

"Here. Now we both are half naked" he smiles at you as you mirror his expression. 

Donghyuck wasn't all that built, he wasn't not built either. Ever since Renjun started forcefully dragging Haechan to the gym, he'd lost that baby stomach that you loved to poke at during class just to annoy him, now replaced with very faint ab lines which, you were sure you'd grow a liking for pretty soon.

You whimper at the feeling of his lips graze over hardened nipples, jolting forward when he lifts hands from above your hips to your neck where he'd previously left his mark, tracing the reddish purple/brownish skin. 

He latches his lips onto one nib, swirling his tongue around the hardened muscle, his free hand making its way south, waiting for any signs of protest before dragging the short down, shifting his attention over to the untended nipple. 

"beautiful.. " he mumbles against your wet nipple, blowing onto it later, all sensation making you feel ecstatic.

"Hyuck, I need-..need you" you choke out.

"I know, princess. But we need to prepare you a little, hm?" he lets out, voice a few octaves deeper than usual, as he finally tugs your panties down your leg, letting it slide itself onto the floor.

Haechan looks at you, expression blissful from all the attention you're getting. You quickly nod, looking at him giving him a hundred percent access to do you however he likes when you notice his eyes silently ask for consent. 

He feathers his thumb over your clit, smiling at how responsive you are to his touches. He slowly starts drawing circles onto the sensitive bud, pressing his lips to the side of your face, whispering sweet nothings into your ears. 

"Haechan!" you whine out, his words only adding to the pleasure. Experimentally, he moves his finger down to your slit, feeling your slick wetness coat his fingers making him let out a throaty sound of satisfaction. 

He did this to you. 

That had his ego boost shoot right up the roof. He let the tip of his middle finger poke at your entrance, cooing at you while pressing it inside of you. "So wet, baby. All for me?" he questions, slowly moving his wrist back and forth.

You nod frantically, "Hm? Words?" he pushes, slightly picking up the speed. 

"All for you, H-haechan. It's.. It's -all for you" you cling onto his forearm, as he coax you closer to your orgasm. "That's right baby, it's all for me" he presses his lips against your cheeks once again.

He adds in another finger when he knows you're close, speeding up even further, curling the digits in you which had your eyes roll back. 

Your orgasm washes over you with so much intensity the moment he engulfs your nipple once again. Slowly helping you ride out your orgasm, only removing his fingers from within you when you started to writhe from overstimulation. 

"You did so well doll, can you take one more?" he asked sweetly as you calmed down. That's when you realized how selfless he'd been, now looking down at the dent on his jeans which looked a little painful. 

You get up after nodding as you watch Haechan unbuckle his belt, removing the jeans along with his boxer, adding it to the pile of clothes behind him, you lean forward, "Your turn" you tell as Haechan's face contorts into confusion. 

Finally realizing what you mean, he smiles at you, pulling you into another loving kiss as he runs a hand down your messed up hair. "Maybe another time? I just want to feel you around me now, princess, i can't wait longer" 

With that, he made you lay back down, "condom?"

"It's fine, I'm on pills" you rub your hand up and down his hands that were beside you, balancing his body above yours. The thought of going raw inside you made Haechan's member twitch. 

He runs his member up and down your wet sex, coating it with your essence before letting the head poke at your entrance as it expands with each inch he enters in, the wetness making it so much easier to enter. 

He lets out a groan that sounded so much like a whine, finally having been able to feel your walls perfectly fit around his shaft. He leans down, now balancing himself on his elbows as you finally give him the go ahead sign. 

He interlocks your lips with his as he slowly starts moving his hips into yours. "You feel so good for me, doll. Fuck." he rasps out against your lips. 

He had to hang onto the last of his rationality to not ram into you, you just felt that good around him, and he felt so good inside of you. 

Haechan slowly picks up the pace, now moving a little faster against your hips as you reduce down to a moaning mess, chains of his name leaving your mouth continuously.

"Hyuck, i..I'm close" you moan out, the little sensitivity you'd left from your previous orgasm slightly striking in. Your moans encouraged Haechan to go faster.

Testing the water, he pull moves back completely to a point where only his tip's inside of you, "Yeah?"  he questioned while slamming back inside of you, making his tip brush against your soft spot which coaxed you closer to your high. 

"Yes-" you whimper, when he finally let go and snapped, desperate to chase his high. The new pace having him constantly hit the pleasure spot. 

You start clenching around his member, not wanting to orgasm before him. "Fuck baby, me too. I'm close too" 

"Haechan im.. I'm coming-" you let out a long loud moan as you feel yourself being thrown towards your edge, face contorting into that of pure bliss, as the constant clenching helped drag him towards his high. 

"Shit, Y/n" he immediately pulled out, feeling his own high wash over his, pumping the wet shaft a few more times before spurting ribbons of his essence all over your lower abdomen. He kept going until he felt himself grow soft in his grip. 

He clashes down beside you once wiping his hands down on the sheets which you most definitely have to wash the next day. 

"Don't fall asleep on me baby, i want to ask you something" Haechan lets out quickly as he finds you blinking slowly, most probably out of exhaustion. 

"I'm not.." you hoarse out. 

"I mean it when i say, i like you, Y/n. Heck, i think I'm in love with you" he starts flipping so that his back was on the sheets with you on top of him. 

"So.. Will you.. Will you be my-"

"Yes!" you reply fast, suddenly having sparks of energy flow through you. 

"you didn't let me complete my question though" he chuckles, pressing a peck onto the crown of your head. 

"Yes. I will be your girlfriend!" you make yourself a little clearer this time around. Girlfriend. His. 

"That.. Means.. You're mine?" he asks, unsure if he should ask so or not. 

You nuzzle further into his chest, tightening your grip around his bare torso. 

"I'm yours"

Now i approach you,

You and I have grown closer.

[ophaeliacs]

some  might  ask  of  her: do  you  ever  regret  being  two  people  instead  of  one?  having  to  share  all  of  your  life  with  another  on  equal  measures?  and  to  this,  she  would  reply:  you  don't  know  a  thing  about  my  life.  there  might  have  been  moments  during  their  worst  bickering  where  she  thought  it  would  be  best  to  be  alone.  or  for  their  sibling  -  hood  to  be  more  separate,  less  entwined.  at  the  end  of  those  moments,  giselle  returned  to  him.  it  didn't  matter  the  exertion  which  went  into  pseudo  -  raising  jasper,  that  she  had  taken  on  mantle  of  the  eldest  in  that  stead.  she  did  it,  and  would  do  it  again  if  charged  with  the  circumstances.

the  same  musicals  listed,  in  different  orders,  what  did  it  matter?  it  had  been  so  long  since  jasper  relaxed  enough  to  flourish  and  love  something.  without  being  quiet  about  it.  “i've  not  listened  to  hadestown  in  a  while.  it's  still  as  good  as  i  remember  it?”  jasper's  wistfulness  —  giselle  couldn't  place  it  as  the  usual.  it  was  not  a  wandering  -  off  towards  home,  a  mis  -  remembering  of  what  happened  there.  rather,  it  was  the  wish  to  make  new  memories  over  those  which  attempted  to  burrow  in.  and  she  couldn't  blame  him.  “ooh,  never  say  never.  we  can  always  pop  around  at  some  point.  and  musicals  get  revived  all  the  time,  yeah?  might  be  fun  to  pretend  to  be  a  london  tourist  and  all.” 

that  was  giselle's  way.  she  would  not  call  it  optimistic,  nor  seeing  the  glass  half  -  full;  but  she  did  enjoy  the  practicalities  of  the  outlook.  most  days.  when  her  mood  suited  it.  of  course,  he  read  these  things  in  a  book.  even  now,  she  found  herself  curious  as  to  which  one.  which  author,  which  title.  (  now,  this?  this  was  yearning.  for  a  career  she  had  not  yet  made  a  claim  upon.  )  “which  coffee  shop  ran  out  of  mallows?”  she  herself  did  not  believe  in  her  hexes  as  far  as  she  could  throw  them,  but  when  jasper  addressed  them,  it  was  as  if  magic  was  infused  within  the  potential  words.  “who's  using  a  dune  hardback?  that'd  be  kind  of  gnarly.  i  should  write  a  story  about  that.  or  come  up  with  some  haunting  tale  for  the  shop.  see  if  anybody  believes  that  aliens  exist.  in  ghost  -  form.”  it  felt  like  a  seed  planted.  though  giselle  could  not  name  the  place  in  her  mind  where  it  went.  “it  does  sound  pleasant,  though.  overall.” 

they were two halves of the same coin, the ying to each other’s yang, the calm to the other’s chaos. jasper wasn’t sure he would be able to exist without giselle; checking in at the end of the day was part of their unbending routine. “oh. um.” jasper peeled off his headphones and pressed the pad of their thumb against the power button. “hadestown. it's . . . it's really lovely.” there had been many a time where those same songs had been performed in front of giselle with a hairbrush as a microphone, with a banana as a stand-in flower. “i'd really like to see it on broadway, but i don't think i'll ever get there . . . it's in london. we could've gone to see it if . . .” if their family had stayed in manchester, it would have taken a few hours on the train to take them into the heart of the west end. instead they felt trapped in blue harbor, clawing at the walls of his cage, desperate for an autonomy that didn't seem to exist. “if we had stayed, we could have gone to see it.” there was an endless list of what-ifs. what if jasper had been allowed to fly sooner, what if he had been one rather than part of a pair? would he have been given the confidence that giselle wore like a crown, or would they still be a timid little thing that sobbed at romantic movies and commercials with dogs in? they were a soft thing, something gentle and kind and, somehow, unblemished from the weight of the world. it would have been so easy for jasper to turn his back, to harden and face adversity with concrete expressions and hardened stares. instead, there was power in choosing kindness. each and every time. they let giselle softly thumb over the foxes on his sleeve, their nose imperceptibly twitching. “i read it in a book,” where they learned just about anything, “some of the lesser known properties of stones. i wanted to know more about the ones i have on my shelves, the ones you let me keep.” an amethyst for peace of mind, citrine for confidence and clarity, aquamarine for courage. jasper was still unsure whether any of them had started working quite yet. after a moment of quiet, they mumbled sincerely; “you should put a hex on the coffee shop for running out of mini marshmallows.” in jasper's mind, there was no correlation between crystals and books. he frowned, before replying with a monotonous timbre, something steady and unwavering. “lots of magazines. periodicals. architecture, too. that's a big one. i don't mind so much.” he picked at the expertly sewn orange embroidery, “at least they aren't harming anyone. not unless they use a dune hardback to hit somebody with.”

[hogwartsmc]

One more curse to break.

Drabble : friendship

Words: 2341

(Mc is a hufflepuff, her name is Lucie, it's her point of view.)

-Guys you need to help me!

She came to a stop at the table her friends were having breakfast at, taking a painful deep breath. She had come running as fast as she could from the hufflepuff dorms and now her lungs felt like they were on fire.

-What's wrong? Ben asked, obviously panicked.

-It's Rowan! She breathed deeply.

-What happened? Is she hurt? Badeea inquired in concern.

-Worse! She's reading!

They all stared at her in silence. The utter stupidity of her words were baffling.

-I don't get it. Barnaby chuckled nervously. Isn't that what she always does?

-We live with her and you just realised that? Penny raised an eyebrow.

-Its different! Lucie huffed and puffed. She was still out of breath. I think it's a cursed book!

Ben gasped at her words. Tulip and Jae seemed to have suddenly gotten interested in her story. Barnaby seemed uneasy and the rest just looked at her skeptically.

-Do you have any reasons to believe the book is cursed? Charlie finally asked.

-She can't put it down!

-Well.. Bill tried to find a way to phrase it nicely. She kind of always has a book with her. Did you never realise?

Lucie sighed deeply. If only she could breathe properly, she could explain what she meant. Now they just thought she was as dumb as a rock.

-How about you sit down, calm down a little and then explain yourself. Tonks offered.

Lucie nodded and sat next to Jae. She focused on her breathing and after a couple minutes she felt better.

-Ok, i'm good. She signaled.

Her friends turned to her once again.

-She's been reading this book for a week now. And we all know how much of a fast reader she is so that's already one thing that doesn't make sense. Second, she reads during class and doesn't listen to the teachers.

-That is weird! Badeea exclaimed.

-Also, when i woke up in the middle of the night because of my insomnia, she was reading again! And the same book she'd been reading all day!

She could see her friends were a bit more receptive now. But they didn't seem to understand the urgency of the situation yet.

-And this morning, she was reading again. And i asked her if she'd slept and she just hummed.

She made a dramatic pause. Looking her friends in the eyes.

-I was looking for a way to get her attention. So i told her i had pictures of Bill shirtless.

Bill choked on his toast.

-And she didn't even bat an eye. Lucie continued, undisturbed. I'm really worried guys!

-Rewind a bit there. Penny said.

-You have shirtless pictures of Bill? Charlie frowned.

-That's not what matters. She rolled her eyes.

-Yes it does. Bill screamed out.

-You should have showed her shirtless pictures of Barnaby. Tulip sighed.

-Yeah he got more pecs! Tonks nodded.

-Am i even hearing this right now? Andre said dejectedly.

-You didn't take those pictures in the Gryffindor dorms right. Ben clutched the front of his robes.

-I know some people who'd be interested in paying for these pictures. Jae hunched closer to her. If you’ve got some snaps of Charlie and Barnaby too that could have it's worth.

Barnaby shrugged, seemingly clueless while Charlie turned a deep shade of red.

-Guys? Lucie called them, jaded. I don't actually have pictures of Bill! I'm not a pervert.

Bill sighed in relief and the rest just let out a silent oh.

-It's good to know you're not a stalker. Badeea solemnly said.

-Why didn't you ask for pictures of me? Andre asked Jae, indignantly. I'm a catch!

-As i said. Jae calmly explained. I personally know people who'd be interested in those pictures.

-I would. Tulip confessed.

-Lucie, you're one of these people aren't you? Tonks winked.

-What? Why would i pay for pictures that i took, that'd be so dumb!

-Not the most outrageous part of the story Lucie. Penny pointed out.

-I can't believe no one would buy my pictures! Andre sulked.

-I can't believe anyone would buy mine! Barnaby stated, eyes wide.

-Jae, you can't sell compromising pictures of people. Bill howled. That's an invasion of privacy!

-Well i don't actually do it, but as Lucie had pictures i thought i'd be nice if i could profit off of it.

-You still had the intent to and that's just as bad!

-Guys, Rowan! Lucie reminded them. We need to stage an intervention to sneak on her, pry the book off of her hands, burn it  three times and then cleanse her soul.

-What was the last part? Badeea asked.

-Cleanse her soul?

-Yeah… why?

-Because she was cursed! You can't just obsess over a book like that, for no reason, all of a sudden. No book is that good! Even Lord of the rings!

-What now? Bill shot her a confused look.

-It's a muggle trilogy, i was reading it and she got curious so i lended her the books. Ben explained in an apologetic tone.

-That's right, those three books that were meant to be one by its author are masterpieces. Way better than those stupid Lockhart books people read, which proves we can only benefit from living along with muggles! They have the best of culture and entertainment! Queen, Tolkien, The Beatles, Jacques Brel and so much more that i can't think of right now!

Silence.

-Anyway. She cleared her throat. Who's got any ideas on how to save Rowan?

-I say we grab her and stuck her head in cold water.

-To snap her out of her trance or just for the heck of it, Tulip? Penny accusingly asked.

-I was trying to help! Tulip shot Penny an offended look. At least i'm doing something, unlike that one over there who's staring at his freaking sausage!

Lucie couldn't help a snort from leaving her lips. Her friends all had amused looks on their faces, aside from Charlie who looked positively  horrified.

-I meant the one on his plate. Tulip added. Just in case…

-You ok there, Charles? Bill smirked.

-I'm fine! Charlie half-screamed.

Lucie bit her lips to keep herself from laughing and further embarrass the redhead.

-So should we stick with Tulip's plan or what?

-It can be plan b. Penny said.

-We should try and see if we can distract her from her book in some other, nicer way. Andre said.

-Come on Bill. Tonks sighed. Take off your shirt.

-Not funny. Bill groaned.

-I was thinking of asking her to explain to us the political context of the Goblin Rebellion. Andre cocked an eyebrow. But that may be a better idea.

-What? Bill choked on his juice this time. No way!

-Ooh! Naked Bill! Tulip exclaimed.

The students around them turned to look over at their table. Merula who was sitting at slytherin's table shot them an aggravated look before shaking her head. Liz, who sometimes hung out with them, was sporting an amused expression.

But the best part was the seemingly disappointed looks on a couple students’ faces at the sight of a fully clothed. Bill.

-They are people who'd be interested! Lucie said in disbelief.

-Oh for god's sake! Bill let out a frustrated sigh.

-I'm surprised they're so many girls who have yet to see you naked. Penny pensively said.

Bill glared at her and Penny just shrugged. Not impressed in the slightest.

-They probably want a souvenir to remember the good times by. Charlie smirked.

The eldest Weasley reached out for his wand but Badeea stopped him.

-Don't. I need to immortalise this moment.

-Why?! He asked in frustration.

-There are so many emotions at play. Badeea dreamily said.

-Ok, naked Bill is a really nice idea. Lucie said, ignoring the latter's furious glare. But we want to get Rowan out of her obsession, not get her into another one. So i say, we go with Andre's idea. If it doesn't work we use Tulip's plan.

-Ravenclaw rules! Tulip exclaimed, a huge grin on her face.

-Not at quidditch. Charlie said smugly.

They spent the rest of the day trying to catch Rowan between classes but as soon as the bell rang, she disappeared.

But their chance came as they made their way to the great hall to eat at noon. She was discussing fervently with Nearly-headless Nick and didn't realise they were there until Barnaby and Bill grabbed her arms.

-Wha.. Rowan couldn't finish as her friends were dragging her to the nearest closet.

Once they were all in, Badeea locked the door and they all turned to Rowan. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was opened in confusion.

-What are you guys doing? She finally screamed at them. I almost had a heart attack. You can't sneak up on people like that!

-Where's the book? Lucie demanded.

-What? Rowan looked around, even more confused than before. Do you mean your brother's journal?

-No your book! Lucie dramatically said. The one you can't put down, even during class. We know it's cursed.

Rowan gaped at her. What was Lucie on about this time?

-Not everything's cursed… You know that, right? Rowan asked softly.

-I know, but that book is! Otherwise, why would you turn down naked pictures of Bill!

-What?! Rowan let out a shriek, her cheeks reddening immediately.

-They were shirtless pictures! Bill screamed out. And they don't even exist! He quickly added.

-Adds a little spice to the story. Lucie calmly said.

-Why would i even want to see that! Rowan shout in a high voice.

-Heu… Curiosity? Tonks tried to help Rowan out. But she just groaned and hid her face in her hands.

-Just give us the book! Tulip tempted.

-My book is perfectly normal, it's a simple story. Rowan protested, her cheeks flaming red.

-Then you won't mind us taking a look, right?. Andre intervened.

Rowan let out a frustrated groan.

-I don't want to!

-Why not? If it's a regular book, we'll let it go immediately. Charlie tried to reason with her.

-No way! Why do you believe Lucie and not me?!

-Yeah they didn't. Lucie cleared out. But i had compelling evidence. I had them beg on their knees for forgiveness.

-Don't say that so seriously, i almost believed you. Barnaby complained.

-You were there though Barnaby. Penny raised an eyebrow.

-That's what's creepy. He nodded.

-Now i'm anxious. Ben shivered.

-You are all out of your minds. Rowan made a move to get out of the closet but all her friends were in the way.

-We just want to check the book, make sure everything's fine. Penny softly said.

Rowan sighed as she crossed her arms on her chest.

-If we're wrong, we'll make it up to you. Ben said.

Rowan glared at her friends before reaching for the book inside her bag. They held their breath as she lifted it up. Lucie reached for it, catching it with the tip of her fingers, trying to minimize contact.

She was taking a dramatic deep breath, readying herself to open the book when it was snatched from her.

She turned to Penny startled.

-���Moonlight Stroll” Penny read aloud.

-What? Andre asked, dumbfounded. It's a romance book?

-”An epic love story between a handsome werewolf and a young girl so beautiful she could be a veela.” Badeea read over Penny's shoulder.

-Oh god, these werewolves love story are so stupid. Tonks rolled her eyes.

-You worried us for this?! Jae turned to Lucie, unamused. A stupid romance novel.

-It's not stupid! Rowan defended her book, cheeks red.

-I can't believe you turned down shirtless Bill for that. Tulip shook her head.

-Can i get my book back now?! Rowan glared at them.

-No! Lucie sent the book flying away. Penny, Badeea and Charlie had to crouch down to avoid getting hit.

-What are you doing? Bill shot her a confused look.

-The book is trying to fool you! It has the appearance of a bad quality soap opera romance novel. Rowan groaned. But it has a hidden hypnotic message..

-Of course it does! Ben groaned. That way you buy all the sequels and the author makes a ton of money. Even muggle books do that, it has nothing to do with magic or curses.

-Oh.. Lucie said. Really?

-What a waste of my time. Jae sighed. No pictures. No cursed books… Although we could do something about the pictures.

-Get out of here! Bill got pissed.

Jae shrugged before doing as he was told. They all followed him out, there was no point in them staying any longer in the cupboard.

Bill went on his way, groaning. Badeea and Penny excused themselves as for Andre and Barnaby, they left for the quidditch pitch.

Lucie got the book back from where she tossed it and gave it back to Rowan with an apologetic smile.

-Sorry. She tried. I was being a total shithead.

-It's okay. I know you meant well. Rowan shyly smiled. But you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover.

-Rowan. Lucie frowned. The summary sucks too.

-Everyone reads it, even old ladies! Rowan reddened again.

-Yeah well, old ladies have a weird craving for soft porn. Tulip said.

-What?

-Just my grandmother then. Tulip shrugged as Tonks was laughing so hard she tripped on the carpet.

-It's okay Rowan, i'll lent you “Lord of the rings”. Lucie put an arm around her friend's shoulders. There are three books.

-They're not yours to lend. Charlie laughed

-It's okay. Ben shrugged. She loves them so much i can't take them back.

-Are there dragons in them?

-No. Ben paused. Although there's one mentioned in the book that takes place before the trilogy. But he's not exactly the hero…

-Does it talk? Charlie excitedly asked.

-Yeah he does. Do you want me to lend you the book?

-Yeah, that'd be awesome.

-You guys should really give a go to romance books you know.

Rowan's words were met by a long silence.

-You guys suck. She sighed.

-But you still love us. Lucie laughed.

The end

[kuh-boose]

Ooh, that's not bad. I think an alternative is just having blank areas where there was supposed to be a logo, like instead of an armor piece with a logo decal, there's just no decal. It would contrast with the other groups units having logos plastered all over them, with other buildings having logos when the company's doesn't. There would be some weird dissonance with hearing about how... well let's face it, capitalist the company is and them seemingly not putting their logo on anything when other companies clearly do that. Like cutting an ex out of photos versus covering their face with stickers or something.

When the therapy session comes up you may get a flashback where the footage glitches and the blank spot has a logo and then switches back to blank. (Heck that's something that could probably done very very subtly in early episodes to hint at it.) Where someone saying the companies name ends up kind of garbled (tbh I think it'd ruin it a bit to hear the companies actual name at this point) before rewinding and playing back perfectly just saying "the company" again. Like in the session the memories are fighting to resurface and murderbot is just doing an automatic coping and "fixing" the recordings, just like it immediately "corrects" transcipts in session. I'd be curious to know if murderbot is fully aware that it edits that stuff, or if it's subconscious. Regardless I think that'd be another good option to make the therapy session a retrospective eye opener. But having sanctuary moon logos is also a good idea, especially if you have a later episode where small and in the background you see the opening and the logo is there. Ah but that might ruin the revelation, unless in the therapy session, murderbot is playing sanctuary moon on the side and the logo appears then.

I think no matter the avenue taken, subtly is the best. Having the therapy session open up some wounds is a must for me. That and I need the abandoned unit in Network Affect to make people cry. Hard. I don't ever cry to books but I really have to fight back crying everytime I read that bit. That and Miki. I'm really curious to see what Wells does with Three.

If I were to be in charge of creating a Murderbot film or TV series, I would start with an introduction from Murderbot speaking directly to the audience going something like, “So, you wanted my account of these events for your documentary, but rather than just using my internal memory, I’ve pieced this together using drone footage, the habitat security cameras, and the helmet cams of the team. I’ve cut out all the boring bits and all your messy, human, biological processes. Where I thought it would be helpful to explain my thought process at the time, I’ve added my own commentary to the events. I also thought it needed a bit of ambience, so I’ve used audio clips from the soundtracks of these shows,” list of names like Adventures Through Space and Time, and Pirates of the Sixth Dimension go scrolling up the screen, “to enhance the mood. Overall, I’m pretty proud of it and I think it’s got a much better narrative coherence than a lot of serials I’ve watched but I can give you the raw footage if you really insist.”

Then the entire thing would be filmed as if on in-universe cameras, making use of having drones flying around everywhere constantly to justify wide shots and the like.

We get Murderbot’s sarcastic inner monologue like a commentary track on the whole film.

Anytime we see footage from Murderbot’s perspective, there are text overlays of feeds like IM chat in one corner, and hub alerts in another. There’s also picture-in-picture so that it can see what different groups of people are doing when they’re spread out in the habitat or whatever, and what it’s seeing can be pushed off to one side while it’s paying attention to stuff that’s going on somewhere else (or watching Sanctuary Moon). There should be several moments when a soap opera is taking up basically the entire screen, with some tiny thumbnails down in one corner showing the research crew working or talking or whatever.

Any time someone mentions the company, there’s a blur over that person’s mouth like when footage censors swearing, and the audio has been obviously dubbed over with a slightly different sound quality, or maybe the tone is slightly different. It’s really obvious that something else was said originally and “the company” has been spliced in over the top of whatever was said originally. The only exception is Murderbot’s commentary monologue which just uses “the company” in perfectly normal audio.

Any logos/written text with the name of the company is also obviously censored throughout. 

[the-worlds-the-limit]

“Timberwolves, huh?” Trad frowned. “Man that... doesn’t put justice to the faces. I mean, I don’t hear ‘wolf’ and instantly lose my mind. I just think ‘aww weird dog’ and want to pet it afterwards." He chuckles. "Well. Whatever they're called. I'll get them if you need me to defend ya! Still. Nightmare Moon? Now THAT is a more ominous name. Still cheesy as all hell- like a bad comic book villain." He huffs, frowning suddenly. "Tell you what though. If that character ends up turning round again? Feel free to ring me up on that teleport thingy you did. I'll always help. I hate bullies, and no matter what someone tells me, I'll fight back against those lot."

Trad looked around, and seeing the far-off edge of the forest, sighed. "Ooh, that's great! Thought we'd just be walking foreeeveer. That'd suck. I like running- but not that much!" He huffed. "Plus I don't think I can carry a horse that far. I'm no good at that." He chuckled. "Hey, tell ya what. When we get there, what do you say to a little show and tell, but with words! I keep seeing your sorta character back home, I'd like to see what you're like. I'll tell you about myself and my home too, I'm a good drawer so I can show you what I talk about at the same time!" Trad put a hand on his hip. "Sound fair?"

Hunted

There was no hesitation. Her hooves were beating down the path the second she could. The roar of the timberwolves echoed around her. The forest was pitch-black save the glow of her yellow magic and the green glow of the monsters chasing her. It spilled like a toxin all around. It encompassed her thoughts in a blind panic.

She didn’t think before activating a summoning spell. Sketch could only beg that whoever it summoned- or whatever it summoned- they would help her. She huffed hard through her nose. Her hooves continued to smack against the dirt. Pebbles were sprayed everywhere. A muffled scream escaped her. One of them had swiped at her back left hoof.

Blood speckled into the dirt as she ran. No looking back, no stopping, no anything- just pure mortal terror.

[heartfullyferal]

Sentence Starters || RWBY Edition

"What are you, brain dead?"

"She's a hazard to my health!"

"By no means does this make us friends."

"What in the world is wrong with you?"

"It's a combat skirt!"

"I hate this game of emotions we play."

"My father was not the start of our name, and I refuse to let him be the end of it."

"Unfortunately, the real world isn't the same as a fairy tale."

"It's tougher than it looks!"

"No, I think deep down I knew. I just didn't want to be right."

"You don't understand! I'm the only one who can do this!"

"Please keep it away from my belongings."

"There's too much wrong in this world to just stand by and do nothing. Inequality, corruption... Someone has to stop it."

"I don't wanna be 'the bee's knees.' I don't wanna be any kind of 'knees'! I just wanna be a normal girl, with normal knees."

"But, why would I need friends if I have you?"

"Well, I like it! Not many people have an appreciation for the classics these days."

"As a girl, I wanted to be just like those heroes in the books... Someone who fought for what was right, and protected people who couldn't protect themselves!"

"And secondly, I don't need people to help me grow up. I drink milk."

"What was that?! That should've been easy!"

"I'm just not much of a fancy pantsy... dancey girl."

"We've never backed down before, and we're not going to start now."

"Having some trouble there, lady-killer?"

"YES! I love it when you're feisty!"

"I want a life where I don't know what tomorrow will bring. And that will be a good thing."

"My mom always says, strangers are just friends you haven't met yet."

"You know what else is great? Me."

"I don't want help! I don't want to be the damsel in distress! I want to be the hero!"

"To the socially awkward."

"Do you even care about the girls you're hitting on? How they feel about you?"

"We've been friends for soooooooo long! What are the odds we'd still be together? Well, not 'together-together'... Not that I'm not saying that you're not handsome; you are handsome, but that'd just be weird, right?"

"Boop!"

"♫ I'm queen of the castle, I'm queen of the castle! ♫"

"Ooh! We'll break his legs!"

"I don't think sloths make a lot of noise."

"Please... Don't ever do that again."

"Wait, what is happening?"

"I'm not quite sure. I was planning on letting the chips fall where they may."

"You know, I really will break his legs."

"You can't get it wrong if it's the truth."

[heartfullyferal]

Sentence Starters || RWBY Edition

"What are you, brain dead?"

"She's a hazard to my health!"

"By no means does this make us friends."

"What in the world is wrong with you?"

"It's a combat skirt!"

"I hate this game of emotions we play."

"My father was not the start of our name, and I refuse to let him be the end of it."

"Unfortunately, the real world isn't the same as a fairy tale."

"It's tougher than it looks!"

"No, I think deep down I knew. I just didn't want to be right."

"You don't understand! I'm the only one who can do this!"

"Please keep it away from my belongings."

"There's too much wrong in this world to just stand by and do nothing. Inequality, corruption... Someone has to stop it."

"I don't wanna be 'the bee's knees.' I don't wanna be any kind of 'knees'! I just wanna be a normal girl, with normal knees."

"But, why would I need friends if I have you?"

"Well, I like it! Not many people have an appreciation for the classics these days."

"As a girl, I wanted to be just like those heroes in the books... Someone who fought for what was right, and protected people who couldn't protect themselves!"

"And secondly, I don't need people to help me grow up. I drink milk."

"What was that?! That should've been easy!"

"I'm just not much of a fancy pantsy... dancey girl."

"We've never backed down before, and we're not going to start now."

"Having some trouble there, lady-killer?"

"YES! I love it when you're feisty!"

"I want a life where I don't know what tomorrow will bring. And that will be a good thing."

"My mom always says, strangers are just friends you haven't met yet."

"You know what else is great? Me."

"I don't want help! I don't want to be the damsel in distress! I want to be the hero!"

"To the socially awkward."

"Do you even care about the girls you're hitting on? How they feel about you?"

"We've been friends for soooooooo long! What are the odds we'd still be together? Well, not 'together-together'... Not that I'm not saying that you're not handsome; you are handsome, but that'd just be weird, right?"

"Boop!"

"♫ I'm queen of the castle, I'm queen of the castle! ♫"

"Ooh! We'll break his legs!"

"I don't think sloths make a lot of noise."

"Please... Don't ever do that again."

"Wait, what is happening?"

"I'm not quite sure. I was planning on letting the chips fall where they may."

"You know, I really will break his legs."

"You can't get it wrong if it's the truth."

[heartfullyferal]

Sentence Starters || RWBY Edition

"What are you, brain dead?"

"She's a hazard to my health!"

"By no means does this make us friends."

"What in the world is wrong with you?"

"It's a combat skirt!"

"I hate this game of emotions we play."

"My father was not the start of our name, and I refuse to let him be the end of it."

"Unfortunately, the real world isn't the same as a fairy tale."

"It's tougher than it looks!"

"No, I think deep down I knew. I just didn't want to be right."

"You don't understand! I'm the only one who can do this!"

"Please keep it away from my belongings."

"There's too much wrong in this world to just stand by and do nothing. Inequality, corruption... Someone has to stop it."

"I don't wanna be 'the bee's knees.' I don't wanna be any kind of 'knees'! I just wanna be a normal girl, with normal knees."

"But, why would I need friends if I have you?"

"Well, I like it! Not many people have an appreciation for the classics these days."

"As a girl, I wanted to be just like those heroes in the books... Someone who fought for what was right, and protected people who couldn't protect themselves!"

"And secondly, I don't need people to help me grow up. I drink milk."

"What was that?! That should've been easy!"

"I'm just not much of a fancy pantsy... dancey girl."

"We've never backed down before, and we're not going to start now."

"Having some trouble there, lady-killer?"

"YES! I love it when you're feisty!"

"I want a life where I don't know what tomorrow will bring. And that will be a good thing."

"My mom always says, strangers are just friends you haven't met yet."

"You know what else is great? Me."

"I don't want help! I don't want to be the damsel in distress! I want to be the hero!"

"To the socially awkward."

"Do you even care about the girls you're hitting on? How they feel about you?"

"We've been friends for soooooooo long! What are the odds we'd still be together? Well, not 'together-together'... Not that I'm not saying that you're not handsome; you are handsome, but that'd just be weird, right?"

"Boop!"

"♫ I'm queen of the castle, I'm queen of the castle! ♫"

"Ooh! We'll break his legs!"

"I don't think sloths make a lot of noise."

"Please... Don't ever do that again."

"Wait, what is happening?"

"I'm not quite sure. I was planning on letting the chips fall where they may."

"You know, I really will break his legs."

"You can't get it wrong if it's the truth."

[heartfullyferal]

Sentence Starters || RWBY Edition

"What are you, brain dead?"

"She's a hazard to my health!"

"By no means does this make us friends."

"What in the world is wrong with you?"

"It's a combat skirt!"

"I hate this game of emotions we play."

"My father was not the start of our name, and I refuse to let him be the end of it."

"Unfortunately, the real world isn't the same as a fairy tale."

"It's tougher than it looks!"

"No, I think deep down I knew. I just didn't want to be right."

"You don't understand! I'm the only one who can do this!"

"Please keep it away from my belongings."

"There's too much wrong in this world to just stand by and do nothing. Inequality, corruption... Someone has to stop it."

"I don't wanna be 'the bee's knees.' I don't wanna be any kind of 'knees'! I just wanna be a normal girl, with normal knees."

"But, why would I need friends if I have you?"

"Well, I like it! Not many people have an appreciation for the classics these days."

"As a girl, I wanted to be just like those heroes in the books... Someone who fought for what was right, and protected people who couldn't protect themselves!"

"And secondly, I don't need people to help me grow up. I drink milk."

"What was that?! That should've been easy!"

"I'm just not much of a fancy pantsy... dancey girl."

"We've never backed down before, and we're not going to start now."

"Having some trouble there, lady-killer?"

"YES! I love it when you're feisty!"

"I want a life where I don't know what tomorrow will bring. And that will be a good thing."

"My mom always says, strangers are just friends you haven't met yet."

"You know what else is great? Me."

"I don't want help! I don't want to be the damsel in distress! I want to be the hero!"

"To the socially awkward."

"Do you even care about the girls you're hitting on? How they feel about you?"

"We've been friends for soooooooo long! What are the odds we'd still be together? Well, not 'together-together'... Not that I'm not saying that you're not handsome; you are handsome, but that'd just be weird, right?"

"Boop!"

"♫ I'm queen of the castle, I'm queen of the castle! ♫"

"Ooh! We'll break his legs!"

"I don't think sloths make a lot of noise."

"Please... Don't ever do that again."

"Wait, what is happening?"

"I'm not quite sure. I was planning on letting the chips fall where they may."

"You know, I really will break his legs."

"You can't get it wrong if it's the truth."

[heartfullyferal]

Sentence Starters || RWBY Edition

"What are you, brain dead?"

"She's a hazard to my health!"

"By no means does this make us friends."

"What in the world is wrong with you?"

"It's a combat skirt!"

"I hate this game of emotions we play."

"My father was not the start of our name, and I refuse to let him be the end of it."

"Unfortunately, the real world isn't the same as a fairy tale."

"It's tougher than it looks!"

"No, I think deep down I knew. I just didn't want to be right."

"You don't understand! I'm the only one who can do this!"

"Please keep it away from my belongings."

"There's too much wrong in this world to just stand by and do nothing. Inequality, corruption... Someone has to stop it."

"I don't wanna be 'the bee's knees.' I don't wanna be any kind of 'knees'! I just wanna be a normal girl, with normal knees."

"But, why would I need friends if I have you?"

"Well, I like it! Not many people have an appreciation for the classics these days."

"As a girl, I wanted to be just like those heroes in the books... Someone who fought for what was right, and protected people who couldn't protect themselves!"

"And secondly, I don't need people to help me grow up. I drink milk."

"What was that?! That should've been easy!"

"I'm just not much of a fancy pantsy... dancey girl."

"We've never backed down before, and we're not going to start now."

"Having some trouble there, lady-killer?"

"YES! I love it when you're feisty!"

"I want a life where I don't know what tomorrow will bring. And that will be a good thing."

"My mom always says, strangers are just friends you haven't met yet."

"You know what else is great? Me."

"I don't want help! I don't want to be the damsel in distress! I want to be the hero!"

"To the socially awkward."

"Do you even care about the girls you're hitting on? How they feel about you?"

"We've been friends for soooooooo long! What are the odds we'd still be together? Well, not 'together-together'... Not that I'm not saying that you're not handsome; you are handsome, but that'd just be weird, right?"

"Boop!"

"♫ I'm queen of the castle, I'm queen of the castle! ♫"

"Ooh! We'll break his legs!"

"I don't think sloths make a lot of noise."

"Please... Don't ever do that again."

"Wait, what is happening?"

"I'm not quite sure. I was planning on letting the chips fall where they may."

"You know, I really will break his legs."

"You can't get it wrong if it's the truth."