#she is an EXCELLENT person to be stuck awake with

[the-siphonophore]

Rant Incoming, cw: talking abt being sick

Damn folks I feel young again (laying miserably awake at 3am bc of aggressive amounts of nausea, but I literally can't throw up again bc my muscles are so tired and sore from the other 11 times, and there's hardly anything left to expell except my organs themselves. So I'm just listening to music and reading things against my will at THREE IN THE FUCKING MORNING) i'm so sane I'm so sane I swear

[a-libra-writes]

If you don’t mind, may I request headcanons for the lackadaisy characters reacting to the reader(GN) saving them by taking a bullet that was going to hit them and almost dies from it?

GN reader, most of these imply the reader and character are in a romantic relationship or at least close. obvs mentions of injury, blood, morphine, hospitals etc and the angst that follows! Our kitties arent doing well :(

♣️Rocky - The fact you took a bullet for him is ... a lot. That takes processing, something Rocky isn't good at. It ends up manifesting as a long, drawn-out anxiety attack that gives him jitters, a little dissociation and mild mania. Eventually the Arbogasts asks Freckle to just get him out of the house and do something with him; they'd call when you woke up. When you're awake, the tabby is making his usual quips and chatter, but his off-kilter mood is obvious to even your morphine-addled mind. Rocky's more disheveled than usual and clearly hasn't slept. His shirt still has blood on it - your blood.

He's is ready to go absolutely feral on the person who did this, channeling all his fear and guilt into a single plan of revenge. He's so full of this manic energy that it's hard for him to keep still, let alone eat or sleep. But first! You're awake! Even if it's clear he's unwell, he's trying to smile and assure you that you'll be back on your feet in no time! So don't you worry, he and Freckle will take care of it. No amount of exhausted arguing will divert him from this.

You're stuck in bed for days, so you don't know exactly what happens. It's up to Freckle to tell you, as he went along with his cousin - but he's tight lipped about it, and fidgety, like always. Once that's dealt with, Rocky's fixating switches to fussing over you. And his heart is in the right place, but ... he's exhausted, all that lack of sleep and emotional turmoil catching up. Eventually he just passes out on the bed and you let him curl up at your side for a while. Rocky's excellent company (and a questionable nurse) in the following weeks. He has plenty of stories, music and chatter to keep you occupied.

♣️Freckle - He is, uh, not coping with this well. At all. He jumps to action to shoot whoever did this... Several times, and keeps shooting long after they're dead. He doesn't stop until his cousin calls out to him. Freckle is in something of a daze on the way to the back-alley doctor - wow, people have a lot of blood in their body, but now it's all over you - and doesn't start throwing up until the bullet gets pulled out of you.

He's sent out of the makeshift operating room because even Rocky can tell he won't cope with it. How could he? Isn't this his fault? Maybe if he reacted sooner, it wouldn't have happened. The poor guy is sleepless for days and consumed with too much guilt to visit until he's all but dragged in your sickroom by Ivy. Freckle fidgets often and struggles to look into your eyes - it goes a long way to just reassure him and promise you aren't angry. He shot the bastard who did it, after all.

He visits most days, bringing soup (his mother seems to think you have a terrible flu?) and slowly, slowly talking more and relaxing. He has a better bedside manner than he thinks; Freckle's a fairly quiet companion and has a good idea of what you need. Changing your bandages makes him feel pretty awful, but he's a good help. If you decide to continue bootlegging after your recovery, he's extra jumpy and protective of you.

♣️Ivy - Ohhh nonononono no, this is not happening. She's grabbing your shoulders and yanking you toward her, ignoring the blood getting all over her. She's a mess and doesn't even think of the danger you're both in; the bullets and gunfire keeps on all around while she holds onto you and tries to pull you to safety. Small as she is, with pure determination and adrenaline, she makes it.

You don't remember much after that, but the girl's right in your face as you slowly come to. Ivy looks a complete mess; having been crying for the the last hour, and before that watching intently while a bullet was yanked out of you. At least she washed the blood off her arms, but the clothes she was wearing are utterly ruined. Ivy alternates between chattering apologies and quiet fidgeting, even if you're too loopy to respond properly.

Eventually she has some strings pulled to get you to a nice hospital, with no one asking questions. This whole situation alters her for the worse; she gets more frequent nightmares and struggles to focus in school. Nearly every day she comes by you bring you snacks and magazines and nice flowers for your room; sometimes seeming a little frantic, like she was trying to make up for something.

♣️Mitzi - She is furious. Someone told her when you woke up, and you hear her swishing dress and clacking heels rushing down the hall. Her eyes are red, her make up is ruined and she practically shakes you. Even though you're still full of morphine, she demands you promise to never, EVER do that again. Zib has to remind her that a) you're still drugged out of your mind and b) the bandages are getting bloody.

While she'd want you in a proper hospital, they'd ask too many questions. You stay in the apartment above the cafe. She's too squeamish (and guilty) to help change your bandages, but she does bring you food, some records to listen to, an extra pillow, and so on. It's obvious Mitzi struggles to talk casually, as if nothing happened. When you're sleeping, she'll sit at your bedside. If it seems like the wound - or maybe a dream? - is bothering you, she gently pets your hair until you settle.

♣️Viktor - He's only in shock for a few seconds before instinct and absolute fury takes over. The perpetrator is not alive for long, but their last moments are painful. Not that you're around to see it - you've longed passed out from bloodloss. The only thing keeping Viktor from totally rampaging is the awareness that you're in a critical condition.

His old soldier training takes over; he's able to push emotions aside and get you to Elsa, the only one he trusts with this situation. While you're being operated on, he's still stewing. If whoever is responsible still has friends or a leader around, well, that won't be the case for long. Mordecai considers stopping the big Slovak to make him see reason ... but just ends up helping him instead. 'Keeping him out of trouble', the shadowy man claims, but really he's just as angry.

Once you're awake and coherent, it takes Viktor a while to sit in with you. He's disheveled and tired, and has trouble meeting your eyes. His bedside manner is ... basically nonexistent, but earlier Elsa walked him through the basics of what foods are best and how the bandages need to be fixed. After this, he's adamant about not wanting you on jobs any more, even if you're recovering well. The fact you took the bullet for him is even worse, in his mind. He could've taken it; you should have let him take it.

♣️Zib - Nope, he's not okay. Definitely not coping well with this situation. It's bad enough he got involved in one gunfight, now a second and this happens? He wants to get the hell out of this speakeasy. Anyone can see how jittery he is. Zib alternates between smoking too much and avoiding your sickbed, or drinking too much and sleeping by your side. When it's two am and he's resting beside you and listening to your labored breathing, he really wishes he was shot instead.

He thinks he's pretty shit at caring for anyone, but he's actually not bad, especially when he's half-sober. Helping with the bandages gets him feeling queasy and guilty, but getting food and keeping you company isn't so bad. Now and then, he asks if you still want to hang around this place - what do you think about leaving, with him and the band? If you're a triggerman for Lackadaisy, why don't you reconsider? Is it really worth it? And so on.

Expect a lot of late-night discussions when he's restless and can't keep his mind wandering. What if you had died, what if you get sick like this, what if you just left with him? Where would you all go? More than once you've fallen asleep in the middle of his talking, but he doesn't mind.

♣️Atlas - Everything is spinning, but you can feel his arms around you. You don't realize how much blood has soaked through his suit. And for the first time, you hear him shout - his voice resonates through his chest as you rest against it.

Eventually you wake up in a hospital bed, though the blanket is something from home and there's flowers all over the windowsill - wait, is that a radio? The nurses don't say much, but you're also not in a state to talk. You aren't sure if it's been one day or many, but finally he visits. He looks more tired than you've seen him, and far more solemn. He puts his hand on your's and explains you'll be leaving the hospital soon and recovering in his manor, along with a live-in nurse. This is quite a shock if you two aren't married, but if you are, it's nice to go home again. The guest room is already set up with what you need.

You don't hear whatever came of that triggerman, though the Lackadaisy staff whisper about Viktor and Mordecai being away for some time. Atlas doesn't want you about the cafe or speakeasy anymore, or out on your own in general. It'll take time for you to recover, but even longer for his paranoia and agitation to lessen. He seems the same to his business associates and employees, but those who know him better ...

🏵Serafine - She only pauses for a moment, then jumps to action. Serafine doesn't have to say anything to Nico, he's already picking you up while she mows down whoever shot you. Outwardly she's calm, inwardly she's furious. At the gunman, at herself, at you. Well, they keep a doctor on call for this reason. Serafine holds you very carefully in the car ride to the hotel, alternating between talking about revenge and reassuring you that you'll be just fine. No need to fret.

Everything's fuzzy after that. Serafine isn't there when you awaken, but you're in her bed. If you're a girl, you're probably in her nightie, too (when did your clothes get changed?). There's warm food on the nightstand, enough morphine to take out an elephant and a little vase of flowers. It's like any other morning when you wake up in her bed, well. Except the drugs and the hole in your chest.

Eventually she comes back, with more food and a disturbingly calm demeanor. Whoever that gunner was, well, they're dealt with, and so is their boss. Isn't that good news, cher(ie)? You just rest up and you'll be back on your feet. The stitches are neat and the bandages aren't too tight - understandable, considering how much she was threatening the doctor. Nico tells you all about it later.

🏵Nico - He uh, probably manhandles you more than he should as he gets you into the car. He wants to retaliate - to bash in the gunman's head rather than put a bullet in it - but Nico knows a bad shot when he sees it. He grits his teeth and keeps you in his arms while Serafine floors it, not caring how much blood gets on his clothes or white coat.

As much as he wants to sit in on the operation, it makes him restless. So he settles for pacing in and out of the room, often reminding the doctor how unfortunate it'll be for him if something goes wrong. He's quietly boiling in the perpatrator, too; by the time you're bandaged and tucked in bed, he and his sister already have a plan of retaliation. While you're still doped up and asleep, he gives you a kiss on the brow and disappears to get the job done.

Once you come to, there's flowers on the nightstand and a maid coming in with room service. You stay in the Savoy's suite during your recovery; Nico only sleeps on the couch because he moves a lot in his sleep and doesn't want to disturb you (he still naps right by your side). He's not careful enough to help with changing bandages, but he's excellent company when you're bored. Nico only laughs when you bring up the gunman. Old news, he's taken care of it. He'll even share the grisly details.

🏵Mordecai - He doesn't react to the blood immediately. His mind tells him to clear the area first - but. That's a lot of blood. He's acutely aware the bullet was meant for him. The logical side starts to short-circuit once you're in the backseat of the car, bleeding all over the coat he wrapped around you. He knows how to put pressure on a wound, and he thinks he's staying calm, but he snaps viciously at Niko to stop screwing around and drive faster.

He bothers the doctor so much while they work - hovering, observing, commenting - he gets pulled out of the room. Whoever shot you is going to be dealt with, and whoever ordered the hit. Mordecai just wants to make sure you'll survive the next few hours, as that'll determine how he deals with them.

The first few days he's agitated and not sleeping well. Mordecai alternates between fussing and fixating on your wound, and bothering the hell out of whoever's looking after you. He really doesn't settle until the gunman is well and dead, and you're more coherent and talking. Expect lots of lecturing about how stupid it was for you to get in the way, how you need to fix the bandage this way or that, and have you been eating? When Mordecai's away, the Savoys like to come in and cackle about what he did to the gunman. They were also apparently given instructions by him not to bother you, which they gleefully ignore.

🏔Wick - He's completely frozen in place, stuck by distress and panic. It occurs to him to shout for help not when more bullets fly by, but when you start coughing up blood. He has enough wherewithal to get you to the hospital - somehow driving without crashing into anything - but once you're taken away, he just crumples. He's utterly distraught.

Once his mental faculties have recovered just enough to let him stand, he paces. And paces. The receptionist in the waiting room manages to get him to make a phone call; he tries to inform Lacy to just take the day off tomorrow, but the events of the evening all come spilling out. If you both were innocent bystanders in the incident, that's one thing, but if you were involved in some criminal business and that's what put Wick in the line of fire ... well, Lacy has some choice words for her hopelessly infatuated boss.

Once you're stable and resting, he finally allows himself to breathe. The receptionist all but shoves him home because he looks like a mess and he's frightening other patients. By the time you can accept visitors he's (somewhat) rested and bringing you flowers. There's still an awkwardness, so ... at some point, talking about everything is gonna have to happen. But Wick wants you to rest first, and he needs to figure out his own thoughts, without the whiskey.

[universeofdreams]

Sweetest Melody of Yours

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Draco Malfoy x Slytherin! Fem Reader

Genre: fluff, angst

Warnings: a slight bit of fear and the hint of a panic attack

Wordcount: 3410 words

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Summary: It's your sixth year in Hogwarts and your way to see art makes things a little different. How come that train of racing thoughts doesn't rush you over and swallows you? Or: A carriage ride with Draco, the boy who was the best painting and the sweetest melody you've ever heard.

Author's note: I don't even know how I did this, not gonna lie. It was planned different but just an hour ago I deleted more than half of what I wrote and decided to let my creativity take over. I hope you like it. If you do, please consider giving it a like or a reblog. Thank you so much, happy new years eve <3

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The crowd was full of people pushing you around and around, your destination was just ahead of you though. Somehow you even managed to lose your friends, the only thing you heard was them shouting your name at the top of their lungs, hoping to find you under these thousands of people rushing through King’s Cross. 

Your alarm started ringing and you simply knocked the clock that was placed on your bedside table off of it. Soon enough the ring died down and you let out a groan, now fully awake. To your misery, you’re now not able to check out the time. Shaking your head, you stood up and grabbed the clock from the ground and placed it back onto the small wooden table. 

It was 6:30am, you still had a good two hours left to get ready. Today wasn’t just another day of the holidays but rather the first day of your sixth year in Hogwarts. You agreed on meeting up with your friends in a coffeeshop close to King’s Cross before actually boarding the train and an underground-ride would still take you 45 minutes to actually get there.

Living in London had its perks but also some negative sides – like this. Your family bought a house a little out of the inner circle but that ‘little’ was still a lot. Getting around the centre of London was easy, to say the least, but not getting TO the centre from outside. But today was your lucky day.

“Yes?”, you offered the person that knocked on your room’s door to step inside and soon the door opened. Your mum stuck her head inside through the doorframe and smiled at you.

“Up, you are! Very good, I’ll make breakfast for you. Dad and I are coming with you to King’s Cross!”, she exclaimed happily.

Two years ago, you would’ve groaned again but now a smile appeared on your face.

“That’s so cool!”, you smiled and brushed your hair.

“I planned on meeting my friends there a little earlier, do you want to tag along? I guess Ron’s mum joins us too.”, You now explained for the brunette that was standing in the doorway.

“We would love to.”, was her answer and closed the door behind her, stepping down the stairs and calling your father for the news. 

She was always very honest and back in the days you considered that as something very intrusive and annoying but you – well you didn’t learn to live with it – rather learned to love it. Whenever you brought someone home, she was always right about their first impression. 

But not to understate your dad. He was the nicest man you knew and also your friends knew. He was smart, keen, very humorous and an excellent wizard. Even if your mother was a little more talented, they both are quite the magical couple, to say the least.

Luckily you weren’t lazy yesterday and packed everything up hastily to not be in a hurry today and you made a mental note on treating yourself for that later on. 

When you stepped down into the dining room your dad was already loading your suitcases into the trunk of the car. He wished you a good morning and threw a “you look very pretty!” while stepping out the door with the cage and the black owl inside.

From the kitchen erupted the smell of fresh bread, bacon, tea and more delicious things and since you were hungry you followed that smell, seeing your mum frying some bacon on the stove. You took a seat at the table and your mum placed a mug with some green tea in front of you.

You gratefully took a sip from the only slightly hot drink and waited until your dad entered the room, gave your mum a little kiss and then sat down on the opposite of you. Esther, your mum, placed a plate filled with bacon and a basket full of bread rolls on the table and then sat down next to you, taking a sip from her freshly brewed coffee.

After breakfast you put on your coat (the non-stuffed one. It’s not even winter yet.) and made your way to the car, where your mum and dad already waited for you. Esther handed you the bag you got yesterday when shopping in the Diagon Alley and you stuffed it – to the other things – in the trunk. Your dad started the car and together you drove to King’s Cross.

“Good morning (Y/N)! Nice to see you, Esther! Where’s your husband?”, screeched Molly, the mother of Ron as soon as you and your mother stepped into the little coffeeshop and spotted them in one of the corners with the huge tables. Other than Molly were Harry, Ginny, Hermione and Ron already seated. Only Fred and George came from the back of the store as soon as your mum and you took a seat.

“Hello Molly, hi kids! Xavier is searching for a parking lot.”, your mother explained, smiled and ordered a Latte Macchiato. You ordered a simple hot chocolate and the waiter disappeared, probably to prepare the drinks. Fred, who was sitting next to you, started throwing pieces of bread at you, while Ron blew bubbles into his tea with the straw George gave him.

Ginny watched the scene with a horrified face, tugging on her mother’s sleeve. Hermione was busy shaking her head at the boys and your dad, who just arrived after a 20-minutes search for a parking lot, startled Fred by grabbing his shoulder and pretending to pull the ginger off of his chair. The boys and your dad broke out in laughter and even Molly smiled a little. 

You had a chat and soon enough the clock showed that it was time to leave. Well, rather hurry. Your dad got the suitcases out of the car and you took one of them, so that you had the other hand for your owl, Houdini, and his cage. Your mother and your father both took one of the two suitcases that were left and rolled them, together with the Weasley’s and Harry, to some trolleys. 

All of you ended up at platform 9 ¾ with Houdini sleeping in his cage. You always wondered how the owl was able to sleep in the most stressful moments.

After you boarded the train with the golden trio, Fred, George and Ginny, you found a cabin with enough space for everyone, well, if you squeezed in. After a few hours Fred and George left and ten minutes later they sneaked back into the cabin, looking right and left as if they got chased. When they sat down, they opened their hands and revealed round about two dozen of chocolate frogs that all of you shared. 

Upon arrival at Hogwarts, everyone left their cabin and started chattering and as each year’s start, the train erupted into slight whisper. Harry and you did the same, sticking your heads together and talking about things that would happen in the coming year. 

“I hope that the test that Professor Snape prepared won’t be too hard.”, he started while looking over to Hermione, who held a book in her hands. 

‘Potions Grade 6’ was seemingly getting all of her attention until Ron whipped it out of her hands and shook his head at her.

“We’re not even there and you’re already learning? Bloody hell, Hermione!”, he screeched while walking down the train station of Hogsmeade, seeing Hagrid in the distance, seemingly waiting for them.

“I won’t fail that class this year, Ronald.”, explained the girl again and shoved the book back into her bag, rolling her eyes at you as if she wanted to say ‘Does Ron even ever think?’.

“Unlike you.”, you commented on Ron, who scoffed. 

But suddenly a certain white-haired boy walked past the seven of you while snickering. 

“If you’re scared just get back into the train, your ride home is calling!”, he called out while high-fiving Crabbe and Goyle.

Malfoy looked different this year. A little more worn out than usually, he left his slicked back hair in the past and made no extreme efforts into styling it anymore. Instead, his blonde strands were slightly covering his eyebrows. He even grew a little more and was now an entire head taller than you, could’ve also been more. He was wearing his usual robes; the emerald green and black robes were loosely draped over his shoulders.

You looked over your right shoulder and his eyes met yours while you shook your head at him. He cocked his head and turned on his heel to follow his two friends, even though he claims that they’re not his friends because – who would’ve guessed – a real Malfoy doesn’t need friends.

At least that’s what Lucius always taught his son. Your parents were very much different, even if most pure-bloods were thinking that way, your parents didn’t see themselves as superior. And Draco was becoming more and more a Malfoy. You never lied to yourself about anything and especially Draco was challenging your wits. It wasn’t like you both were friends either, let’s be honest we all know that no matter what kind of pureblood you were, Draco would always NOT hang out with you if you’re friends with at least one part of the golden trio.

That’s something you hated, really. You had that slight feeling in your gut, even if it wasn’t more than just a spark, you wished for Draco to be nice at least once. To give in to that feeling, proving your head and everyone’s mindset wrong. 

“This Malfoy boy doesn’t need friends.”, a student once chimed when all of you enrolled Hogwarts and waited for the sorting hat to choose whether you’re a Gryffindor, a Hufflepuff, maybe a Ravenclaw or sometimes a Slytherin. 

Of course, you overheard those words and a couple of minutes later that boy was sorted into Gryffindor. It didn’t make any sense to you at all. Someone who basically knows none of another student would be happy off if that student was left in Hogwarts without any friends.

Students were rushing to get past you while Hagrid was eagerly (and loudly) talking to some first years in the back. The lights of the Hogsmeade Station were warm and, paired with the lights of the train, made most students feel this once again magical and fuzzy feeling. The feeling of home, where you eat, sleep, learn and laugh with your friends. Full bellies after the biggest buffets in the Great Hall, the excitement when your owl was gliding right towards you, landing gracefully on the table in front of you, a letter in its claws. 

The feeling of walking to the Defence Against the Dark Arts and chattering with your friends along the way. Sharing a conversation with the Nearly Headless Nick about something that happened earlier this day and you thought was overly funny. Sitting in your dorm while it was basking outside and scattering large drops of water against the windows, holding your favourite book in your hands. 

Or how you wrapped your scarf tight around your neck to hopefully not freeze while waiting in the Viaduct Court for Hermione, Ron and Harry to leave to Hogsmeade, even if a fluffy, white blanket was spread over the entirety of the surrounding area. Forgetting your gloves and watching them come back to life while holding a big glass of butterbeer in your hands.

Hogwarts was everything but especially a second home. 

What would’ve been if you were in Draco’s shoes? You’d be a child that wanted to make friends with Harry Potter badly, unaware of what a powerful wizard you’d be later in your life. You’d give everything to please your dear father, you’re the one with no real, actual friends. 

Despite Pansy because right now you wouldn’t call her a true friend of Draco’s anyways.

“(Y/LN)!”, someone called out your name and snapped you out of your trance by pulling your arm away from the station. You squinted to make out the light hair of Draco, who’s grip was firm on your robe’s sleeve and dragged you out of the mass of people. 

With a gulp you let out a long huff and then inhaled the clean and fresh air that was surrounding you. Your heartbeat steadied and you finally realised where you were.

Trees to your right, trees to your left. Behind you and in front of you. But in front of you was also that bleach-blonde coward with a smug smile on his face. It wasn’t something that happened usually, sometimes you had a flashback or two, maybe twice a month but it was the first time in what felt like forever where you drifted off and zoned out in a public place to chase those thoughts. 

They were like waves, crashing into you and soaking you in cold water, dragging you down into the deep sea. They were luring you deeper and deeper, making sure you lose track of depth. And you couldn’t stop them. They were there. 

Memories from years ago were still present in your mind as if they happened yesterday. You wanted to forget things but you simply couldn��t. You wanted to forget how you thought Harry, Hermione and Ron were staying in Hogwarts the entire holidays and that you informed your parents about your absence because you were afraid that your friends would be sad to see you leave. But you couldn’t forget how they changed their plans and were picked up by Molly Weasley. You wanted to forget how sad you were but you couldn’t stop crying once you reached the common room.

It was a timeless jump and run of being hurt and trying to overplay it. You simply didn’t think you could be like Harry. Everyone wanted to be his friend and almost everyone had at least some respect for him but you –

You were always just the girl they notice but nobody really knew your name, except for the trio and her close friends or family members. And you didn’t plan on letting anything slip but Molly eventually found out. Even if she just found out about the changed plans of the trio but when I tell you she scolded Ron for it, I’m understating.

Molly sent the three of them back after the holidays with some presents for you. Homemade toffee, a very fluffy and warm pullover she probably knitted herself and a dozen of other, pretty things. She even remembered what kind of treats Houdini loved, even if you only said it once when you two met at Kings Cross.

But in front of you was still standing Draco, behind him a carriage. 

“Potter slows you down.”, he scoffs and you pursed your lips before climbing up into the carriage without retorting something. It was as clear as daylight that he’d use any opportunity to make others understand how displeased he was about Harry’s stay in Hogwarts. 

He sat down opposite from you and leaned back against the backrest. His school uniform was - once again – brand new. The button up was a clean white and his tie was neatly done but not as tight, it left space for him to- actually breathe? 

And of course, he noticed your analysing gaze on him. It puzzled him. It even made him cock his head. He was watching you. No words between the two of you, until you looked up at him, into his darting and stern grey eyes.

“What happened to your old uniform?”, you asked. 

“Didn’t like the shirt. Got a new one.”, he simply informed you. But that was a lie and you could basically SMELL it. You scoffed.

“So, the new shirt came with a brand-new uniform? Cool! Like in a 2 for 1 package? Tell me the shop so I can stop by and get myself a new shirt AND new robes!”, you snickered and bit your lip before you realised what you said.

And it wasn’t your guilty conscience but rather the look on Draco’s face that made you realise you had actually said that out loud. How stupid can one be. He gulped and now looked to the neatly polished shoes on his feet, knowing that you knew things you usually couldn’t have known. 

“My old one- It was part of a mishap.”, he once again said and you accepted his answer. You usually didn’t settle for only a hint of the plot but today you decided to let it slip by. Maybe it wasn’t his day either.

And then there was this deafening silence again, the one you’d be able to cut through with a knife. His face was turned to you but he was looking past you. 

“Why were you standing there, at the station?”

The words fell from his lips and you immediately turned to look at him with a pretty neutral face. 10 points for Slytherin for a good poker face. There was a lump forming in your throat and you felt how it made it harder to breathe. But since he wasn’t telling the whole truth whatsoever, you’d simply do the same.

“I don’t like crowds. It overwhelms me.”, you offered him this excuse as if it was bait for a special fish you’d like to catch. He only nods as if he knew what you meant. How could he? 

With the spare lighting of the moon and stars that lit the way and how he sat with you made him seem so mundane, so easy – almost harmless and calm. How the light bounced off his pale skin and his eyes looked so cold but yet so attentive. 

You would never deny that Draco was pretty. But the kind of pretty where you’d watch from the distance and simply fawn for yourself. It wasn’t like a crush but rather just a wish to be a little closer. To tell him that he could do anything he wants and yet you’d sit here, enjoying the sight of him. Oh, and how you loved art. 

Art didn’t mean drawing or music but that you could sit and watch for hours, no matter what is in front of you. It could be a simple flower, maybe even the moss on the ground at dawn or yes, paintings. It could be the sweetest and most delightful sound of a violine or even the Hogsmeade Station without students and lit in warm light in the early morning hours. But it could also be a certain pure-blood wizard that was sat right in front of you. 

You hated him for being such a coward but once you saw the things nobody saw about him, like when he caught a butterfly in the Slytherin common room and gently set it outside. God, he was so perfect and yet so-

What even was he? He wasn’t bad, at least not as bad as you and your parents considered his father, Lucius Malfoy. But he also wasn’t the good one. But he was eager and that’s what fascinated you. He kept going no matter how many times he’d get stabbed in the back, it was something not a lot of people did. He believed in himself and even if it wasn’t in the most genuine way, self-confidence was a big deal in the world of wizards and witches. You won’t ever be a great wizard if you don’t believe in yourself.

“Draco, I like you.”, you said, after you jumped out of the carriage and looked into the direction of the castle ahead of you. You weren’t sure if he heard it but once he stepped next to you, taking the sight in, you knew he heard it.

It wasn’t that the look on his face was a different one, it was just a lot calmer and his eyes were a little glossy. He gulped again, not even facing you for a second. His fingers gently touched the back of your hand and then intertwined with yours. His fingers were warm, despite the light breeze that was blowing through the forest earlier. They were trembling a little.

“I know.”, he said, squeezing your hand. A light chuckle escaped from his lips and it somehow made you feel at ease. His thumb carefully brushed over the skin of your hand and a shiver ran down your neck. 

‘He is so different when he’s alone.’

[fool-counter]

September first, 1989, dear diary...

I believe I'm a good person

You know, I think there's good in everyone, but here we are first day of senior year

I look around at these kids I've known all my life and

I ask myself: What happened?

(Freak! Slut! Burnout! Bug-Eyes! Poser! Lard Ass!)

We were so tiny, happy and shiny, playing tag and getting chased

(Freak! Slut! Loser! Sh—s!)

Singing and clapping

Laughing and napping

Baking cookies, eating paste

(Bull-d—! Stuck-up! Hunchback!)

Then we got bigger

That was the trigger

Like the Huns invading Rome

Sorry!

Welcome to my school

This ain't no high school

This is the Thunderdome

Hold your breath

And count the days

We're graduating soon

(White trash!)

College will be paradise

If I'm not dead by June!

But I know, I know, life can be beautiful

I pray, I pray for a better way

If we changed back then

We could change again

We can be beautiful

Ow!

Just not today

Hey, are you okay?

Get away, nerd

(Freak! Slut! Cr—le! Homo! Homo! Homo!)

Things will get better

Soon as my letter

Comes from Yale, or Duke, or Brown

Awake from this coma

Take my diploma

Then I can blow this town

Dream of ivy-covered walls

And smoky French cafes

(Watch it!)

Fight the urge to strike a match and send this dump ablaze!

Ooops

Ram Sweeney, third year as linebacker

And eighth year of smacking lunch trays and being a huge dick!

What did you say to me skank?

Aaah, nothing!

But I know, I know, I know

Life can be beautiful

I pray, I pray

For a better way

We were kind before

We can be kind once more

We can be beautiful

Ah! Hey Martha

Hey

Martha Dumpstock

My best friend since diapers

Are we on for movie night?

Yeah, you're on Jiffy Pop detail

I rented The Princess Bride

Hohoho, again? Wait, don't you have it memorized right now?

What can I say? I'm a sucker for a happy ending

Martha Dumptruck! Wide load!

Kurt Kelly, quarterback, will receive a full scholarship from the University of "dude let's get wasted and light our farts on fire" he is the smartest guy on the football team

Which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf

Hey! Pick that up right now!

I'm sorry, are you actually talking to me?

Yes, I am, I wanna know what gives you the right to pick on my friend?

You're a high school has-been waiting to happen, a future gas station attendant

You got a zit right there

Dear Diary

(Why~)

Why do they hate me?

Why don't I fight back?

Why do I act like such a creep?

(Why~)

Why won't he date me?

Why did I hit him?

Why do I cry myself to sleep?

(Why~!)

Students

Somebody hug me!

Somebody fix me!

Somebody save me!

Send me a sign, God!

Give me some hope here!

Something to live for!

Ah! Heather, Heather, and Heather!

And then there's the Heathers, they float above it all

I love Heather, Heather, and Heather

Heather McNamara, head cheerleader, her dad is loaded, he sells engagement rings

I hate Heather, Heather, and Heather!

Heather Duke, runs the yearbook, no discernible personality,

But her mom did pay for implants

I want Heather, Heather, and Heather!

And Heather Chandler, the almighty

She is a mythic bitch

They are solid Teflon

Never bothered, never harassed

I would give anything to be like that

I'd like to be their boyfriend

That would be beautiful!

If I sat at their table, guys would notice me

So beautiful!

I'd like them to be nicer

That would be beautiful!

I'd like to kidnap a Heather and photograph her naked in an abandoned warehouse

And leave her tied up for the rats!

....That's not so beautiful!

Grow up, Heather, bulimia is so '87

Maybe you should see a doctor, Heather

Yeah, Heather, maybe I should

Ah, Heather and Heather and Heather

Perhaps you didn't hear the bell over all the vomiting

You're late for class

Heather wasn't feeling well, we're helping her

Not without a hall pass you're not. Week's detention

Actually, Miss Fleming, all four of us are out on a hall pass

Yearbook committee

I see you're all listed

Hurry up and get where you're going

This is an excellent forgery

Who are you?

Veronica Sawyer

I crave a boon

What boon?

Hm, let me sit at your table at lunch

Just once

No talking necessary

If people think you guys tolerate me, they'll leave me alone

Before you answer, I also do report cards, permission slips and absence notes

How about prescriptions?

Shut up, Heather

Yeah! Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast, Heather?

Sorry, Heather

For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure

And a symmetrical face

If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull I'd have matching halves

That's very important

Of course, you could stand to lose a few pounds

And you know, you know, you know?

This could be beautiful

Mascara, maybe some lip gloss

And we're on our way

Get this girl some blush

And Heather, I need your brush

Let's make her beautiful

Let's make her beautiful

Let's make her beautiful

Make her beautiful

Okay?

Okay!

Out of my way geek!

I don't want trouble

You're gonna die at 3PM!

Don't you dare touch me! Get away, pervert!

What'd I ever do to them?

Who could survive this?

I can't escape this!

I think I'm dying!

Who's that with Heather?

Whoa. Heather, Heather, Heather

And someone!

Heather, Heather, Heather

And a babe!

Heather, Heather, Heather

Veronica?!

Veronica, Veronica, Veronica

And you know

You know, you know

Life can be beautiful

You hope, you dream, you pray

And you get your way!

Ask me how it feels

Wearin' these rad ass heels!

My God, it's beautiful!

I might be beautiful

And when you're beautiful

It's a beautiful frickin' day!

Heather! Heather! Heather! Veronica!

Heather! Heather! Heather! Veronica! Veronica! Veronica! Veronica!

September first, 1989, dear diary...

I believe I'm a good person

You know, I think there's good in everyone, but here we are first day of senior year

I look around at these kids I've known all my life and

I ask myself: What happened?

(Freak! Slut! Burnout! Bug-Eyes! Poser! Lard Ass!)

We were so tiny, happy and shiny, playing tag and getting chased

(Freak! Slut! Loser! Sh—s!)

Singing and clapping

Laughing and napping

Baking cookies, eating paste

(Bull-d—! Stuck-up! Hunchback!)

Then we got bigger

That was the trigger

Like the Huns invading Rome

Sorry!

Welcome to my school

This ain't no high school

This is the Thunderdome

Hold your breath

And count the days

We're graduating soon

(White trash!)

College will be paradise

If I'm not dead by June!

But I know, I know, life can be beautiful

I pray, I pray for a better way

If we changed back then

We could change again

We can be beautiful

Ow!

Just not today

Hey, are you okay?

Get away, nerd

(Freak! Slut! Cr—le! Homo! Homo! Homo!)

Things will get better

Soon as my letter

Comes from Yale, or Duke, or Brown

Awake from this coma

Take my diploma

Then I can blow this town

Dream of ivy-covered walls

And smoky French cafes

(Watch it!)

Fight the urge to strike a match and send this dump ablaze!

Ooops

Ram Sweeney, third year as linebacker

And eighth year of smacking lunch trays and being a huge dick!

What did you say to me skank?

Aaah, nothing!

But I know, I know, I know

Life can be beautiful

I pray, I pray

For a better way

We were kind before

We can be kind once more

We can be beautiful

Ah! Hey Martha

Hey

Martha Dumpstock

My best friend since diapers

Are we on for movie night?

Yeah, you're on Jiffy Pop detail

I rented The Princess Bride

Hohoho, again? Wait, don't you have it memorized right now?

What can I say? I'm a sucker for a happy ending

Martha Dumptruck! Wide load!

Kurt Kelly, quarterback, will receive a full scholarship from the University of "dude let's get wasted and light our farts on fire" he is the smartest guy on the football team

Which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf

Hey! Pick that up right now!

I'm sorry, are you actually talking to me?

Yes, I am, I wanna know what gives you the right to pick on my friend?

You're a high school has-been waiting to happen, a future gas station attendant

You got a zit right there

Dear Diary

(Why~)

Why do they hate me?

Why don't I fight back?

Why do I act like such a creep?

(Why~)

Why won't he date me?

Why did I hit him?

Why do I cry myself to sleep?

(Why~!)

Students

Somebody hug me!

Somebody fix me!

Somebody save me!

Send me a sign, God!

Give me some hope here!

Something to live for!

Ah! Heather, Heather, and Heather!

And then there's the Heathers, they float above it all

I love Heather, Heather, and Heather

Heather McNamara, head cheerleader, her dad is loaded, he sells engagement rings

I hate Heather, Heather, and Heather!

Heather Duke, runs the yearbook, no discernible personality,

But her mom did pay for implants

I want Heather, Heather, and Heather!

And Heather Chandler, the almighty

She is a mythic bitch

They are solid Teflon

Never bothered, never harassed

I would give anything to be like that

I'd like to be their boyfriend

That would be beautiful!

If I sat at their table, guys would notice me

So beautiful!

I'd like them to be nicer

That would be beautiful!

I'd like to kidnap a Heather and photograph her naked in an abandoned warehouse

And leave her tied up for the rats!

....That's not so beautiful!

Grow up, Heather, bulimia is so '87

Maybe you should see a doctor, Heather

Yeah, Heather, maybe I should

Ah, Heather and Heather and Heather

Perhaps you didn't hear the bell over all the vomiting

You're late for class

Heather wasn't feeling well, we're helping her

Not without a hall pass you're not. Week's detention

Actually, Miss Fleming, all four of us are out on a hall pass

Yearbook committee

I see you're all listed

Hurry up and get where you're going

This is an excellent forgery

Who are you?

Veronica Sawyer

I crave a boon

What boon?

Hm, let me sit at your table at lunch

Just once

No talking necessary

If people think you guys tolerate me, they'll leave me alone

Before you answer, I also do report cards, permission slips and absence notes

How about prescriptions?

Shut up, Heather

Yeah! Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast, Heather?

Sorry, Heather

For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure

And a symmetrical face

If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull I'd have matching halves

That's very important

Of course, you could stand to lose a few pounds

And you know, you know, you know?

This could be beautiful

Mascara, maybe some lip gloss

And we're on our way

Get this girl some blush

And Heather, I need your brush

Let's make her beautiful

Let's make her beautiful

Let's make her beautiful

Make her beautiful

Okay?

Okay!

Out of my way geek!

I don't want trouble

You're gonna die at 3PM!

Don't you dare touch me! Get away, pervert!

What'd I ever do to them?

Who could survive this?

I can't escape this!

I think I'm dying!

Who's that with Heather?

Whoa. Heather, Heather, Heather

And someone!

Heather, Heather, Heather

And a babe!

Heather, Heather, Heather

Veronica?!

Veronica, Veronica, Veronica

And you know

You know, you know

Life can be beautiful

You hope, you dream, you pray

And you get your way!

Ask me how it feels

Wearin' these rad ass heels!

My God, it's beautiful!

I might be beautiful

And when you're beautiful

It's a beautiful frickin' day!

Heather! Heather! Heather! Veronica!

Heather! Heather! Heather! Veronica! Veronica! Veronica! Veronica!

fool count: 36

beautiful... beautifool... it all starts to blend together after a while...

[phoenix-manga]

Vidya Nazari

CV: Yamazaki Moe

Biographical Information

Gender: Female

Age: 18

Birthday: Sept 32

Starsign: Libra

Height: 175 cm

Eye Color: Jade

Hair Color: Dark Magenta

Professional Status

Dorm: Magiaoasis

School Year: 3rd Year

Class: 3-E | Student no. 14

Occupation: Student | Dorm Leader

Club: Gardening Research Club

Best Subject: Cultural Dance

Fun Facts

Favorite Food: Kebabs

Least Favorite Food: Anything bitter

Dislikes: False gratitude or sincerity

Hobby: Gardening

Talents: Various weapon handling

Idol Stats

Performance: Has a powerful vocal range that can also sing rap

Choreography: Excels in cultural dancing and freestyle dancing

Styling Jewel Outfits: Cool | Cultural

Vidya’s personality according to acquaintances, is a lavish royal who has a charming personality that can come off as vain and a know-it-all as she has vast knowledge in a wide array of topics. However, she is anything but what people see on the surface. It is actually a façade to protect herself from people who want to take advantage of her family.

Vidya is aware of her surroundings even when she is busy with certain tasks or a conversation, she is always skeptical of people she converses with. Due to this, she tends to keep up a wall between her and them while keeping it all tucked away in a mask of false naivety.

She dislikes using her position to push people around, she makes a show to give back the humiliation to the instigator which are most likely nobles.

She vents this way occasionally and she makes sure to do it in a manner that they can’t say anything against her. Vidya can be quite passive aggressive and she doesn’t forget first impressions, she can tell the persons intent just by subtle habits and pattern of speaking.

However, if someone genuinely cares for her enough to break down her walls, she is seen as a big sister figure who looks out for her loved ones.

During heated conflicts where she has to get involved, she calculates the situation and takes into consideration what could benefit both parties unless the other side does anything shady that warrants reprimanding. If that’s the case then she cannot guarantee them any mercy from her.

As much as she dislikes some of the nobles, there are a few good ones but they are often hidden beneath a pile of the arrogant ones.

Vidya’s life isn’t entirely stressful, she often competed in dance competitions and won a lot of awards. As much as it felt good to win, she loved how free she felt when dancing. Though her dance partner tends to get on her nerves from time to time by being “fashionably” late.

Hometown: Oasis Kingdom

Family Life

Vidya is the only child of Faizan Nazari, the sultan of the Oasis Kingdom. Her mother was from a different kingdom ruled by a Pharaoh. She was just a noble whom Faizan fell for when he was the crown prince that was visiting at the time.

She passed away after birth but she made Faizan promise to keep their child safe. Faizan is protective of his daughter but at the same time he wants to show his kingdom how much he adores her. He spoils her with a lot of gifts to show his affection and he’s never absent in her life even when he’s busy ruling a kingdom.

However, Faizan is not made aware of how many people try to rip his precious daughter from his life until that incident one night.

Vidya’s perspective on her life changed at the age of 5 when a bandit held her hostage in front of her father demanding money in exchange for her life. She feared the knife that was close to her neck but she was more terrified of the expression her father made. That was when she realized that she was forever shackled to this dangerous life.

Even if her father employed more guards to keep her safe, Vidya doesn’t trust someone just because they were now working for the royal family.

She has to sleep with a dagger under her pillow. If she does sleep, she drifts between being barely awake and slumber which caused her to wake up feeling unpleasant. But Vidya stuck with this habit for her own survival.

Soon, she started to do whatever she can to survive, training with a trustworthy guard and reading up on politics and difficult books but she does all this without her father knowing. She didn’t want him to think that the incident scarred her, it’d weigh on him heavily if he found out. She didn’t want him to feel like a failure.

As much as she didn’t feel comfortable pretending she was alright to her adoring father, she didn’t want him to lose his smile.

Her father wants Vidya to find a husband and live comfortably, but he is unaware that Vidya plans to rule as a Sultana alone.

On the surface, people can see Vidya wearing a lot of jewelry but if one takes a closer look, the jewels are actually magic stones that helps her use her stronger spells without having to risk overblot easily. She replaces them daily and cycles through different sets when the blot disappears from the stone, and they are all carefully crafted by a skilled artisan.

Vidya doesn’t pay mind to how people would call her spoiled or vain when they spot the jewels she wears, no one needs to know the reason why she wears so much jewelry.

Magical stones are expensive but for those with a lot of wealth to spend, they’re nothing too expensive, though she doesn’t buy in bulk knowing that others buy them as well. Vidya is smart with money, the magical stone jewelry are the only luxurious items she’s willing to spend her allowance on.

Childhood Memories

Vidya is haunted by the thought of having a knife to her neck when she was 5 years old. She doesn’t like it when people sneak up behind her. Kalim learned the hard way and got knocked to the ground, Vidya felt awful for doing that to him but the boy reassured her that it was his fault.

There was the day she met Kalim and Jamil, it started at a celebration when she turned 6 that she met the Asim heir and his servant. At first, she didn’t think much of them other than they seemed like polar opposites.

But what made them become friends, started when an assassin that was meant for Kalim infiltrated the party and pretended to be a servant who lured Kalim away. Vidya knew right away that the person is not one of their servants, having memorized the faces of every single servant in the palace.

She was correct and the assassin has Kalim pinned down about to slit his throat but Vidya knocked the assassin away with a strong spell to the head. Then she had the guards quietly take the assassin to the dungeon.

She felt Kalim grab her hand and she thought he was about to cry but he was calling her “cool” for rescuing him like a hero. Vidya was thrown off by his personality that brushed off his close call with death by scolding him to be more aware. Kalim just thought of it as her being worried for him and just grinned at her.

But that’s what got Kalim to constantly visit Vidya with his dad whenever there were trips to the Oasis Kingdom.

Slowly, she got to know the two boys more and she was able to know what having friends was like for the first time. Jamil took a while to warm up to Vidya but he slowly started to lower his guard around her after she gave him a challenge while playing mancala and since he didn’t have to hold himself back. It was the first time he felt frustrated in losing but at the same time he became more determined to win.

There were times that she envied how Kalim still was able to find the joy in life despite being targeted all the time, but she doesn’t think too much of that envy. He’s got it rough as well just because he doesn’t show it much. She became his mom friend that fusses over him to lessen Jamil’s responsibilities if it’s only for a bit.

Vidya is a 3rd Year Magiaoasis student and is the current dorm leader.

When she first arrived, she merely aimed to take advantage of the lessons the prestigious academy could offer her to better her skills. But the more she observed the students, the more she started to notice how they were free to do as they please.

Vidya tried to be more involved with her fellow students and sometime later, she found herself feeling genuinely happy to mingle with people of her age. She soon started to gossip and get involved with hang outs while not forgetting her duties as a dorm leader.

She’s become the queen bee of the dorm but she’s in no way harsh to the students. They just admire her personality and charisma. Many students often swoon over her more than they do over boys, Vidya can easily make either side admire her because she is genuinely impressive.

As a princess, she’s had the best tutors hired by her father. However, she went above and beyond and self-taught herself to read on topics not usually given to princesses. There were those times she learns more about the kingdom through her guards than the ministers would.

She has top grades throughout her subjects but she especially excels in PE, often taking the lessons very seriously. As she wants to keep herself in top shape whenever she has to handle “unpleasant intruders” who come after her when she goes home for the holidays.

School Relationships

At first, Vidya was guarded and closed off during her first year. Many girls admired how cool and elegant she seemed but she didn’t try to socialize with anyone else until she formed a proper friendly rivalry with Jinlong and Evonie.

There were also students that she found herself easily opening up to, particularly Briar and Perrine.

With Evonie and Jinlong, she was cornered and even bested to the point that she was frustrated but it also lit a fire in her to win the next match. Vidya still strived to be the best but this time she’s more involved with the girls and actually got to enjoy school life.

Evonie is her sparring partner during swordsmanship practice. She finds Evonie kind of like her as they both are competitive but also fair in sports. Vidya sometimes tends to tease Evonie with how much she gets frustrated over a certain Futterwacken student. She was so easily riled up that it was amusing almost.

Jinlong and Vidya can sympathize of wanting to break traditions but will have to face the consequences of being hounded by those who lived with said traditions for all their lives. Vidya would sometimes join her training regimen in Dragonstone as they are quite intense. It may leave her sore but it would all be worth it.

As for Briar, she and Vidya can relate to their joys of childhood being nonexistent to an extent. One’s childhood was robbed of familial bond while the other is robbed of feeling safe within her own home. Though the two can spend some down time feeling relaxed and enjoying the little things they can at the academy.

Though she doesn’t understand why Briar doesn’t just get up and leave if the palace hurts her so much.

Perrine has always been curious about Vidya’s homeland cuisine, always asking if there was any way she can secure spices for her restaurant in the dorm then she’d asked to be the taste tester. Vidya finds her to be almost like Jamil in terms of her prowess in the kitchen, but also Perrine is just so cute in her opinion. Like Kalim and Jamil in one person.

Luna simply adores Vidya’s passion to achieve her goal, she had her fair share of feisty queens who took over the dorm centuries ago but Vidya was a cut above the rest according to her. Luna’s form is from Vidya’s wish to be free from having to constantly watch her back.

Therefore, Luna is always enthusiastic and is adamant to have Vidya flow to her rhythm. Admittedly, Vidya enjoys how carefree Luna makes her feel during these moments.

Asha

She is an albino elephant and is still quite young. Vidya brought her from a cruel circus troupe when Vidya noticed the mistreatments behind the curtains. She had no problem contacting authorities to put the people responsible behind bars.

Asha took a while for her to warm up to Vidya but when sh finally did, she clings to Vidya as if she was her mother. Faizan’s big cats were gentle with Asha and were even protective of her, it was because the animals can tell when Vidya is trusting of someone.

Vidya is the only human she trusts, but Kalim is another one who she is comfortable with. Which isn’t surprising because the boy is incapable of anything cruel and is the definition of sunshine.

Asha’s true personality is that she can be a bit of a prankster, stealing hats and hairbands while running off with them. She also is a big cuddle bug, demanding more pets from Vidya and tooting her trunk when she stops giving her affection.

Her unique magic is called, “Golem Guard”, Vidya can summon golems made of sturdy sandstone that can do her bidding. She can also infuse them with different magic stones to make them resistant to a certain element. These golems deliver a strong punch and are difficult to destroy.

Though Vidya mostly uses them to help her with her garden or any heavy lifting. They last for only several minutes for they dissolve into their original material. She can summon about 5 at a time, anything beyond that number will make her blot faster.

Vidya has also mastered magic that allows her to manifest weapons on the spot. These only last for a good while before it shatters. They are used in case she is left without a weapon to defend herself with.

One weapon can burn through a single magical gem. So, she would need to switch out these gems whenever she uses the weapon manifestation spell.

Faizan Nazari

The Sultan of the Oasis Kingdom. He’s a good ruler but a bit clueless about the untrustworthy people in his council. He dotes on his daughter a lot ever since his wife died giving birth to Vidya. He rarely allows her to leave he palace due to the incident where she was used as a hostage.

Faizan doesn’t want her to feel pressured as a monarch and wished she finds a husband who will take care of her well but he is unaware that she is determined to be a queen who rules the kingdom without a husband.

He is a good ruler but he is often misdirected by some of his council members, particularly the elder ones who are eyeing to put their own children on the throne. Vidya would often deflect their attempts knowing that he will listen to her the most.

Faizan owns a lot of tigers, he has quite a variety of breeds and all of them are given the high class treatment with the best foods and groomers. He has about 40 of them.

They all empathize with his emotions and therefore, became protective of Vidya as well. This works in her favor as no one dares to approach her carelessly when one of them is in the room.

He mostly has them around his throne and in the gardens, only bringing one or two into parties to show off his precious pets.

Zahra Nabil

She is Vidya’s birth mother and is Faizan’s wife. She is a noble who was just as ordinary like the rest. Though she was known for being sassy and upfront.

She met her husband during his visit to the kingdom she lived in. Faizan fell for her for at first sight. He tried to play the part of a “cool” guy but it didn’t impress her very much. The moment she fell for him was when he fumbled in his next attempt and ended up falling into a fountain. She preferred guys who are have a dorky side.

Faizan learned to be more genuine which led to their romance and her moving to his kingdom when they got married. Faizan remembered her as a confident and assertive kind of woman. Telling stories how Vidya got her cleverness and sass from her a lot.

Rajin

He is a tiger beastman who was once an orphan fighting in the slums for any scrap of food. He bumped into a noble who whined about a street kid staining his clothes. The poor boy was beaten by the guards for “soiling the noble’s clothes”, but Vidya was the one to stop the cruelty and even blackmailed the noble that he will not tell the sultan that she snuck out otherwise she will list all of his misdeeds to the court.

Even though the noble did as she told, she did it anyway and played “innocent” so she wasn’t the one in trouble. Rajin was taken to the palace to recover but when he was all better, he wanted to serve Vidya as her guard to repay her kindness to him.

Though Vidya said he was free to retire with no worry about funds due to his salary, he still stayed by Vidya’s side. Acting as her eyes and ears in the palace when she’s away in school.

Not many people have heard him talk, save for the Nazari family and a few servants he trusts. But he’s face can be read like an open book due to how expressive he is. It’s something he can’t help because he still doesn’t trust nobles, though Kalim just makes him feel awkward since he’s too nice that it’s unsettling. Jamil is fine, though he feels like there is some resentment he can sense towards Kalim.

Often times, he spars with Vidya during her secret training and he is determined to win against her at least once but so far, Vidya wins all the time. But he’s determined to secure his victory someday, this is how they build their respect and trust with each other.

Faizan’s tigers often purr and cuddle up to Rajin, Vidya thinks it’s because he’s got their genus that they think he’s a part of the pack.

The character’s name, “Vidya” means knowledge, science and learning, while her last name, “Nazari” was taken from a name generator for Arabic last names.

Her early concept before sketch was that she was supposed to be a party animal like Kalim. But the artist didn’t want Jamil to suffer more since Vidya was going to be friends with the Scarabia duo.

So, she was changed into a more responsible and aware character. Seemingly perfect on the surface yet wishes she wouldn’t have to look over her shoulder all the time.

Vidya is always seen wearing a lot of jewelry but what most don’t realize is that they were magic stones that absorb blot. Allowing her to cast spells in case of an assassination.

Vidya enjoys competitive dancing, especially when it involves a lot of energetic movements. She’s won quite a lot of trophies. Though her partner can be bit of a pain because he tends to lose focus. Her partner is Alejandro De Oro, a noble who is notorious of being a playboy.

Kalim and Jamil have known her since she was very young. Alejandro is her dance partner and has known her during their preteen years.

He did try to flirt with her at first, but then they got kidnapped and Vidya couldn’t stand his whining and decided snap at him which gave him a bit of reality check. Oddly enough this incident made them friends… somewhat.

Vidya may have grown up eating luxurious foods, but she has a craving for something grilled every now and then.

[oddlyunaware]

Fixing Wish (2023) In My Sleep - Part 1

So, a few nights ago I had a dream. No, like, I was asleep and literally had a dream.

The dream was simple. I was explaining Wish, that new Disney movie, to my parents, and ranting about how it should have been better. Then I began to give my actual ideas for how it could be fixed... and I woke up, those ideas fresh in my mind.

So, here's part one of how I would fix Wish, and do it better asleep than Disney ever did awake.

First off, Asha is an attendant in the Royal Court. Specifically, she's a member of the Camarería, who acted as attendants to the Spanish Queen- since Rosas is meant to be based somewhat on Spanish and Mediterranean Culture, I decided this would be an applicable position! This would also give her a reason to discover Magnifico's "dark secrets" later on and begin to doubt him. She's also very close to Queen Amaya, and the two often exchange advice.

Second- Asha is no longer "adorkable", like the dime a dozen protags we get these days. She is, to be rather blunt, a bitch. Yes, a bitch! Asha will have great character development, going from a stuck-up, somewhat prejudiced woman to learning the true value of being good for the sake of others, and not just yourself.

Magnifico and Amaya, also, are a power couple. The thing about Amaya, though, is that you don't know she's in cahoots with Magnifico until act three. Basically, she takes on the role of a happier Simon, and to a much better established degree.

Speaking of Simon and the others, they're kicked out. Nope. Not having that. The cast is already bloated, we don't need six more crazy teens to worry about. I'm keeping Dahlia, because she's decent disabled rep (and God knows we need at least that nowadays), and she's the one with the most character in the group.

And of course, Starboy is a thing! Of course he's gonna be a thing, how could he not? He's a semi-shapeshifting being made from stardust and good vibes, and is usually seen with a smile and a wink. He's rather smitten with humanity, and Asha, but slowly becomes more disillusioned as the film goes on, and luckily a more developed Asha will pull him out of his funk.

Now... how does this all fit into the plot?

The Plot of the Film

The film begins with a storybook opening, telling the story of Rosas. It remains relatively the same, with Magnifico suffering loss and wanting to create a kingdom where that could never happen again. A proud, strong foundation for generations to come. He is joined by his wife, Amaya, in making this happen.

However, he doesn't just "learn magic" out of nowhere, no- he wishes on a star so long and so hard, that star "wanted to listen closer", so it fell to the Earth and imbued him with stardust. A magical substance, stardust has the ability to change reality and make dreams come true, so he began to do so for other people and created his kingdom with literal hope as the foundation.

Rosas, a kingdom of inspiration for a better tomorrow, sprung forth! Heralded by Magnifico and Amaya, once a month they have a ceremony to grant three people's wishes- after all, if they granted everyone's wish, chaos would ensue. Even the most out of loop person would understand that, after all. Anyway, people are selected, and their deepest desire made a reality.

Magnifico soon discovers that this is an excellent way to keep people at ease, and listening to him. His kingdom- he can't lose it to chaos! He will only grant the wishes that have the kingdom's best interests at heart. It's for the good of everyone... right? Amaya certainly agrees.

Asha, a somewhat arrogant attendant, is helping Amaya prepare for the monthly ceremony. Amaya muses about the importance of knowing what your heart wants, and then states she doesn't know where her pen is to write out the names of the ones chosen. Asha offers to get one for her, and searches Magnifico's office for a pen and parchment too (because she's that helpful, of course). However, she stumbles into the Wishing Chamber, where Magnifico is... muttering about something.

Asha listens in, curious. Magnifico is staring off into space, saying something about how "wishes these days are so senseless", when he sees Asha, and questions her presence. Asha states she's trying to find a pen for Amaya, and Magnifico chuckles, whipping one up from a splinter of wood and some ink.

Asha returns, a little frazzled from Magnifico's demeanor, but quickly changes her tune when she sees the kingdom, and sighs longingly at its view. Asha starts to sing, the first song of the movie: "Life in Rosas". It's upbeat, but has an air of prejudice, with Asha noting things like how she climbed to the top and deserves the best, and otherwise acting indifferent to most of the plights in the kingdom in favor of her good mood. Think "Candy Store" from Heathers- it's catchy, fun, but isn't about a well-meaning person in the end.

At the end of the song, she walks by a child who is chasing a ball down the street, and she initially thinks nothing of it. But Amaya walks by, and she instantly changes her tune, helping the kid catch it. The viewer now understands she likes to help when it directly benefits her- in this case, staying in Amaya's good graces.

Amaya questions about her quest to find the pen, and Asha gives it to her, hoping she didn't seem too foolish. Amaya, however, commends her for being distracted by the "good of the kingdom", and happily states that she couldn't have a better confidant. Asha grins, feeling validated by her idol, and Amaya announces the ceremony is to begin soon.

Well... that's where I'll end this first post! It's super long already, and I'll be sure to add the second post and continue the story- we haven't even gotten into the meat of it yet!

PART 2 - will link when ready :)

[hunky-huntzberger]

tw drugs, tw overdose

'I pull you in to feel your heartbeat Can you hear me screaming, "Please don't leave me!"?'

When: A couple of weeks before the Winter Ball. Who: Ceren Celik-Montgomery and William Hunztberger @itsceren Summary: William finds Ceren after a drug overdose facilitated by long-term enemy 'Slater' and he nurses her back to health.

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William Huntzberger liked to believe that he was rather calm in a crisis. After all, he’d been in countless entanglements himself and lived to tell the tale. Lived. The word stuck in the back of his throat as he stared out of the bedroom window. She was breathing gently in the bed behind him.

Breathing. Another word that stuck.

The empire that William had constructed in the underbelly of this city was vast and fragile. He ‘played in the street rat’s game’ as Atticus Bass had put it. Among his many sins included procuring and providing drugs. These days, he indulged less and less but there were still a few clients who had his number.

The last person he had expected to approach him was Ceren Celik-Montgomery.

Everyone has their vice though and hers was to be perfect. To do more than your average overachiever. To excel above and beyond everyone else. To keep moving, to stay awake. Because she needed them.

That much was beyond clear now. William didn’t have time to dwell. He didn’t have time to feel guilty. He should have taken more time to feel guilty. Even then, in the beginning, he’d had his doubts. She was just using it to study, right? No big deal and besides… Why did he care? Ceren Celik-Montgomery was not his concern.

He looked down at his hands. They’d finally stopped shaking.

William closed his eyes and went over the events that had led him here, again…

There had been an emergency back in L.A, unhappy clients and vicious rumours. William had long since suspected long-term adversary Slater was making a move against him. He even had the scars to prove it. He hadn’t thought about his phone, had left it on airplane mode. There were too many fires to put out, too many hands to hold and egos to soothe.

He’d forgotten.

He did this to her.

By the time he’d picked up his phone, it was too late. The unread messages came flooding in, more desperate than the last. She’d even called – they never called. In the pit of his stomach, he knew that something terrible had happened. He was racing to her before he had time to register what he was doing. William didn’t need confirmation to know, he just knew.

This was Slater. She couldn’t get in touch with him, so she’d gone to the next, worst, thing. And William knew Slater would have jumped at the opportunity. He also knew that he was dangerous and taking anything from him was a gamble. William Huntzberger didn’t jump to conclusions, he didn’t catastrophise when it came to business. He kept a cool head.

This wasn’t business. This was Ceren.

From there, the memories started to blur. The way he’d stormed in there, whatever he shouted before all he could say was her name. The feeling of his heart hitting the floor when he saw her there… When he thought she was…

But she wasn’t.

William pressed his head against the glass of the bedroom window now as if he could press that reality into his brain. She was alive.

Adrenaline had taken over from there. William ran on autopilot. Even then, he knew that she would want to keep this under wraps. Secret. He paid off the doctors, kept her here – an apartment he used for vacations, a place only he had a key to. He didn’t sleep, he didn’t eat. He didn’t move until she was given the all clear.

His hands shook, the colour drained from his face. Whatever was keeping him standing… he didn’t know.

Everything was silent at last. Only the sound of her breathing filled the room. He did this to her.

William turned then, barely able to breathe himself at the sight of her. She looked miles better than she had on that floor where he’d held her in his arms. William looked away. He’d thought about leaving, about calling someone else. Someone she loved, someone she could trust. But he hadn’t.

He couldn’t.

Instead, he would stay here until she woke up.

[delta-lethonomia]

For the prompts I'm just thinking about what's a core childhood memory for Tav? Like there's being in the basement at sharess caress but is there anything else that would stand out in her memory?

core memory…. what an interesting question. Honestly, it's gotta be something with her mother.

A core memory needs to align with the narrative of how Tav understands herself, and I really can't emphasize enough how her mom's eventual rejection and failure to protect her really comes to define her personality even later in life. I don't think Dorsey was a bad mother, per se - she did an excellent job for being a teenage mother, and had a ton of friends even though she lacked her own family, so Tav was never really alone as a child - but I think she definitely put too much pressure on her. All of her hopes and dreams, everything that Tav was supposed to achieve in her stead, bought and paid for by her own "ruined" life, and that created a bit of an emotionally incestuous "mother-and-daughter-together against the world" type of narrative that fails so spectacularly later on.

For a memory, if I were to sketch something out, it would probably be at home. Very early morning, Tav being around 8 or 9, her mom coming home upset after a long and terrible night. Maybe somebody got rough with her and had to be removed from the premises, and she stuck around until close despite being rattled. If Tav's 8, then her mom is only 22, maybe 23, maybe a little tipsy but not an alcoholic just yet. Her racket wakes her up and there's no denying she's awake, either - it's a small cottage, more of a shack, really, and there's only one bed, but it's an upgrade over the single room in a bunkhouse Tav only barely remembers. Her mom falls into bed next to her and holds her tightly, trying to hold in her tears, makeup smeared, and just slowly falls apart while an increasingly uncomfortable Tav tries to comfort her.

Dorsey hates her life, but most of all she hates what's been done to her: she has a beautiful daughter, gets to enjoy the pleasure of watching her grow up, and knows that in no time at all she'll be as old as she was when her parents threw her out, and she just can't understand it. She was a child! It's all so horrible, feeling trapped in a life she never wanted but can't escape from, that she has no power in, and feels like there must have been something wrong with her, intrinsically, for her parents to throw her away like that. It's been years and they have no interest in even meeting Tav. She's tried to send letters to her old village but only received a reply once, from her old neighbors, telling her that her parents moved and didn't leave even a hint as to where they were going.

It's a story Tav's heard so many times she could recite it from memory. It takes a few hours and lots of hugs and cuddles, except for the times her mom pushes her away and can't bear to be touched, but Dorsey's mostly affectionate and after a lot of reassurances, she calms down. Like a switch that's flipped, she's all smiles, or trying to be: they go out for breakfast together, and Tav remembers it because it's one of the few times it's just the two of them doing things together. Dorsey's pretty popular and extroverted, so typically whenever they go anywhere she either chats up strangers or has a friend by her side; Tav used to be the cute little doll for them to play with, something that stops as she gets a little older and stands up for herself more. But this time, it's just the two of them, and they have a lovely time until about noon when Dorsey finally has to crash, and Tav drops in for the later half of her classes that day.

They promise each other to always be there for one another, curled together on a bench. Tav doesn't need a dad - she's got her mom, and that's all she needs. Tav's gonna do well in school and get a good apprenticeship and then she'll help her mom and maybe they can run a shop together. It'll be great! (This is definitely not too much pressure for a kid.)

Anyway, Tav thinks of this morning mostly fondly. She misses her mom's love back when it felt unconditional, she liked feeling like she could make a difference in her mom's life or calm her down, that she was the centerpiece of it, but in hindsight feels strange both about how young her mother was but also how…. non-motherly their relationship was. It felt more like a friendship. Tav's not really good with kids, her own baby was only a few months old when he died, but as an adult I think she sees how it was wrong of her mother to dump her feelings on her like that, long before she could ever understand them. Still, she misses it.

[intersexalastor]

Comatose [2/?]

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Rating: T Pairings: Dabi/Twice Tags: alcohol use/abuse, past mentions of child abuse, civilian LoV, mental health issues, medical jargon

It's the mere pitter-patter of rain against the window that initially draws him out of sleep. The television has automatically shut off and, save for the street light outside, it's dark. He floats in limbo, between dream and reality, where they mix. He hears the rain and dreams of the night he and Dabi got stuck in a downpour, unable to hear anything but the million splashes of water against concrete and Dabi's mix of cursing and a little laugh.

He dreams of Dabi overturning his boots inside and water racing across the floorboards. Of being sore, after running blind and smacking his face into a pole and landing ass first onto the wet sidewalk.

Of Dabi running a towel along his back and legs when he aches too much to bother trying. Of dry clothes and coffee right before bed and warm blankets. Of his best friend lying under his sheets with a little snore.

So his brain can't make sense of the knock on his door. It rips him entirely from a long forgotten dream, back to a reality where Dabi's gone. Vanished. Like a flame snuffed out. Like a ghost, there one moment and gone the next. Calls unanswered, voicemail unavailable. Then finally disconnected.

Radio silence.

Stupidly, he dreams of the past. He dreams of old memories, and memories never made, and the new life Dabi's living, and his grave, and sometimes his. His corpse. Shoved into the corner of some alley where rats gnaw at his blue fingertips. Renamed John Doe and file tossed into a drawer that's too full to close.

For over a year now, he's walked the streets after work. Burning through cigarettes, he wanders the city for hours until he eventually meanders back home, lost until he recognizes street names. He comes home, if you can call it that. Sometimes he forgets to grab a bite before passing out till morning, and sometimes he replaces mealtime with just a quick drink to help him sleep. So he doesn't wake up in the middle of the night, confused when he can't find his friend sleeping next to him.

His eyes flutter when a second knock hits the door. Groggy, he rubs his face and can just barely make out the bowl that Toga handed him earlier that night, nary a bite taken. He'd meant to eat some, honest. But the exhaustion weighing him down won instead. He won't risk it now. Seafood's too finicky to take a chance.

She and Giri, along with Atsuhiro and Mag, have been handing him their leftovers. And while he appreciates it, he really wish they wouldn't. Can't stand the look in their eyes. Wishes he could get them to look elsewhere. He knows what he looks like. He doesn't need reminders.

The door shakes with the third knock. He's fully awake now, and acutely aware that there's someone at his door in the dead of night. What's worse is that, despite his excellent memory, this is one knock he can't put a name to.

Slowly he rises from the couch and makes his way to the door. He's lived a life on the streets, and he's none too keen to open his apartment to an attack. He grabs the baseball bat slumped against the side table just as his late night guest knocks a fourth time.

He unlocks and unlatches the door, then gives it a light tug so it swings open, him far enough in that he can't be so easily jumped. But even with his eyes adjusted to the dark, he can't make out a figure.

He starts to think he might be losing his mind when a rough voice calls from the dark, "You gonna invite me in or what?"

It's a voice unknown and so familiar at the same time. He loses his breath, and now he can't stop how quickly the air rushes in and out of his lungs. Cautiously, he pokes his head out of the door.

Sure enough, slumped against the wall, he can make out a person. His mind is reeling, trying to fit in the sound of this voice with the nightmare he's been living this past year. He knows every knock of his friends, taps his fingers to the rhythm when he's standing idle or humming up a made up tune. But there's one friend who never bothered knocking to begin with, always barging in whenever he showed up.

"Had me thinking," the dark figure says, "that I had the wrong place for a minute. Jackass."

"Dabi?"

"Who else?"

[imrainfully]

(Beautiful -Heathers)

September 1st, 1989

Dear Diary: I believe I'm a good person

You know, I think there's good in everyone, but here we are first day of senior year

I look around at these kids I've known all my life and

I ask myself: What happened?

(Freak! Slut! Burnout! Bug-Eyes! Poser! Lard Ass!)

We were so tiny, happy and shiny, playing tag and getting chased

(Freak! Slut! Loser! Shortbus!)

Singing and clapping

Laughing and napping

Baking cookies, eating paste

(Bull-dyke! Stuck-up! Hunchback!)

Then we got bigger

That was the trigger

Like the Huns invading Rome

Sorry!

Welcome to my school

This ain't no high school

This is the Thunderdome

Hold your breath

And count the days

We're graduating soon

(White trash!)

College will be paradise

If I'm not dead by June!

But I know, I know, life can be beautiful

I pray, I pray for a better way

If we changed back then

We could change again

We can be beautiful

Ow!

Just not today

Hey, are you okay?

Get away, nerd

(Freak! Slut! Cripple! Homo! Homo! Homo!)

Things will get better

Soon as my letter

Comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown

Awake from this coma

Take my diploma

Then I can blow this town

Dream of ivy-covered walls

And smoky French cafes

(Watch it!)

Fight the urge to strike a match and send this dump ablaze!

Ooops

Ram Sweeney, third year as linebacker

And eighth year of smacking lunch trays and being a huge dick!

What did you say to me skank?

Aaah, nothing!

But I know, I know, I know

Life can be beautiful

I pray, I pray

For a better way

We were kind before

We can be kind once more

We can be beautiful

Ah! Hey Martha

Hey

Martha Dumpstock

My best friend since diapers

Are we on for movie night?

Yeah, you're on Jiffy Pop detail

I rented The Princess Bride

Hohoho, again? Wait, don't you have it memorized right now?

What can I say? I'm a sucker for a happy ending

Martha Dumptruck! Wide load!

Kurt Kelly, quarterback, he is the smartest guy on the football team

Which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf

Hey! Pick that up right now!

I'm sorry, are you actually talking to me?

Yes, I am, I wanna know what gives you the right to pick on my friend?

You're a high school has-been waiting to happen, a future gas station attendant

You got a zit right there

Dear Diary

(Why~)

Why do they hate me?

Why don't I fight back?

Why do I act like such a creep?

(Why~)

Why won't he date me?

Why did I hit him?

Why do I cry myself to sleep?

(Why~!)

Students

Somebody hug me!

Somebody fix me!

Somebody save me!

Send me a sign, God!

Give me some hope here!

Something to live for!

Ah! Heather, Heather, and Heather!

And then there's the Heathers, they float above it all

I love Heather, Heather, and Heather

Heather McNamara, head cheerleader, her dad is loaded, he sells engagement rings

I hate Heather, Heather, and Heather!

Heather Duke, runs the yearbook, no discernible personality

But her mom did pay for implants

I want Heather, Heather, and Heather!

And Heather Chandler, the almighty

She is a mythic bitch

They are solid Teflon

Never bothered, never harassed

I would give anything to be like that

I'd like to be their boyfriend

That would be beautiful

If I sat at their table, guys would notice me

So beautiful

I'd like them to be nicer

That would be beautiful

I'd like to kidnap a Heather and photograph her naked in an abandoned warehouse

And leave her tied up for the rats!

Grow up, Heather, bulimia is so '87

Maybe you should see a doctor, Heather

Yeah, Heather, maybe I should

Ah, Heather and Heather and Heather

Perhaps you didn't hear the bell over all the vomiting

You're late for class

Heather wasn't feeling well, we're helping her

Not without a hall pass you're not. Week's detention

Actually, Miss Fleming, all four of us are out on a hall pass

Yearbook committee

I see you're all listed

Hurry up and get where you're going

This is an excellent forgery

Who are you?

Veronica Sawyer

I crave a boon

What boon?

Hm, let me sit at your table at lunch

Just once

No talking necessary

If people think you guys tolerate me, they'll leave me alone

Before you answer, I also do report cards, permission slips and absence notes

How about prescriptions?

Shut up, Heather

Sorry, Heather

For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure

And a symmetrical face

If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull I'd have matching halves

That's very important

Of course, you could stand to lose a few pounds

And you know, you know, you know?

This could be beautiful

Mascara, maybe some lip gloss

And we're on our way

Get this girl some blush

And Heather, I need your brush

Let's make her beautiful

Let's make her beautiful

Let's make her beautiful

Make her beautiful

Okay?

Okay!

Out of my way geek!

I don't want trouble

You're gonna die at 3PM!

Don't you dare touch me! Get away, pervert!

What'd I ever do to them?

Who could survive this?

I can't escape this!

I think I'm dying!

Who's that with Heather?

Whoa. Heather, Heather, Heather

And someone!

Heather, Heather, Heather

And a babe!

Heather, Heather, Heather

Veronica?!

Veronica, Veronica, Veronica

And you know

You know, you know

Life can be beautiful

You hope, you dream, you pray

And you get your way!

Ask me how it feels

Looking like hell on wheels

My God, it's beautiful!

I might be beautiful

And when you're beautiful

It's a beautiful frickin' day!

Heather! Heather! Heather! Veronica!

Heather! Heather! Heather! Veronica! Veronica! Veronica! Veronica!

[pbandjesse]

I'm glad to be at camp but also camp's been very obnoxious to me. I just hate when things cannot be on schedule. I hate when the food is bad. I hate when people can't respect my space and my things. It just makes me really frustrated. And like I can get rose colored glasses for here very easily but this year has been a challenge and I just hope that it improves.

I slept okay last night. I would feel a little bit better and would sleep okay. James gave me Oreos before bed and that helped a lot. And I remember saying goodbye to James before they left. But only a little bit. I wish that they had gotten a slightly later trained so that I could have actually been awake but instead I slept till 7:30 and I think I needed that.

I did feel pretty good though. All of my aches and sickness feeling from the booster seems to have gone away. I still have soreness in my arm and I feel tired but more emotionally than anything else.

I did forget a bunch of stuff at home that I'm annoyed about. I forgot to bring more washcloths. I do have one but it's not ideal. And I forgot my Teva's. And it's a couple other little stupid things that are just obnoxious but it's fine. in the long run it's not going to matter it's just those small conveniences. The sandals were the worst thing but thankfully I have emergency sandals that have backs in the trunk of the car. So I was not completely without.

I stopped for breakfast and decided to have hash browns breakfast and save the sandwich for lunch. Which was a great idea because they only gave salad and cut up fruit for lunch today. What I don't understand what's happening in the kitchen because it has been nothing but a nightmare and it doesn't make any sense.

So I just tried to carry my good mood because when I got ready to leave I saw that James had left a gift for me in my backpack. A little velvet pouch with a tiny gold heart carabiner. It is so cute and has such a nice weight and it's a working carabiner. It actually untwists! So I think I could keep my rings on it if I really wanted to. But I love it so much. What a thoughtful gift. James says that I have their heart on lock.

I got to work and got stuck in the day camp line. It didn't actually matter I just wanted that first hour to set up. And I had thought getting married 820 would save me from the line but it did not. So I had to sit in the line for 15 minutes but it was okay.

I was not thrilled when I got up to the art building now and found that all of my tables had been moved in the back and all of the paint from color wars was all over everything and all of the paint brushes that have been used have been left and not washed. So they were essentially garbage. I was able to rinse most of it out so I think I can still save them but I was so mad. Just so furious. I don't know how many times I can ask people to clean up after themselves. I did find out who the group leaders were later and they told me that they were never able to come back up because of the schedule of the day. But I'm going to have to talk to Kieran or Charlotte about that because They can't use my materials if they're going to just ruin them. It's not cool or fair or something that should be expected for me to clean up after that. I wasn't even here! So I did not start my day in the best mood.

After I cleaned up all their mess I went down to the office and I found out that there is no top bar 3. So I was like cool I'm going to have a whole extra hour to do prep and that thing's ready and everything was going to be great. So I come back up here and then Heather calls me and says I'm going to have a YLP come and help me this week. Excellent. And Tatiana is lovely. A little quiet but super helpful. I had to remind her to come outside but when she did come outside she was super helpful and engaged and she worked on her own project which I always love when people do. So I think it was a pretty successful person to have here and I hope she continues to be with me because she's really nice. The only real issue I have is that she doesn't go away during the break times so I don't have the little bit of a loan time that I want. I'm hoping tomorrow I can get her to just leave the inside space so I can be in the dark for a few minutes.

But I don't want to be rude and I don't want her to feel unwelcome. It's not that I don't want her in the art area I just need to be alone for a few minutes. Just to reset.

But it turns out that the schedule I had was not the schedule that the groups were following. For some reason our week 2 and the week 2 schedule that was sent out to the counselors was different. So silver City showed up and I was like why are you guys here an hour early? And they're like no our schedule says now. And it absolutely did. So I sent one of the counselors to the office to try to figure out what the heck was going on and it turns out they messed everything up so they were like well everyone can just stay where they are now so I ended up having silver City for 2 hours. Which is fine except I really wanted to read my book on the little break I was going to get. But the girls were super engaged and it took them a minute to really understand the weaving but once they did they really did a good job. And Tatiana really excelled at it too. I hope she continues on with weaving because she's really good at it. I hope that we can find her a bigger room. Maybe I can bring in that lap room I have that I don't really use for anything. We'll see if I remember that. Or if she's even interested.

Me and Tatiana both decided not to go to lunch. And apparently that was the right call because it was a nightmare. I laid in my hammock and read my book and enjoyed my sandwich and things felt fine. At 12:30 I went down to the nurse's office to use the bathroom and was very annoyed when I came back and the group was 10 minutes early. And I said absolutely not go do something else. I get my break you're not coming in here yet. And the counselor was like sorry we're early! And I'm like the sorry is you going to do something else. So they went and played Gaga for 10 minutes. Thank you so much guys.

They weren't the only ones because every group I had today came 10 minutes early. Why. And it was always right after I had a break or when I had another group there still. So I was not thrilled. I will not let them come in early though. I have other things going on there is a schedule. You have been told to stick to the schedule. You have been told not to be early. So I just would tell them to go do something else or wait because I am not ready for you.

Eventually though we kind of got a good clip going. My afternoon groups were all lovely and they did a great job. The older girls were not into the weaving which is fine. I'm going to have the metal casting ready for them next week hopefully. So we'll see what happens with that but overall everyone seemed to have a lot of fun and Tatiana was great help and that made my life a lot easier.

I also got a lot of sewing done today. I'm taking a break from my loom knitting and working on some bears. I got three and a half bears done today. I still need to figure out how I'm going to do their new faces because I want to try some embroidered ones but not entirely sure how to do that so I'm going to have to do some research. But I am having a great time making my little bears and doing the new color limbs is very fun but it does take a lot of time. So I'm not as fast and I'm hand sewing them instead of using a machine so it's a little bit different. But I'm having fun. And it's fun to show the kids what I'm working on. I always think that it's better to be working than hovering over them and then they know where I am and they can come and get help for me as needed.

I also just had some nice chats and one of the YLPs fell asleep in one of my hammocks and I had to very gently wake them up. Which was very cute. And it was just kind of a nice day. There was a lot of stress on the outside but thankfully most of the stress stays away from my building. I can let go of a lot of things.

At 4:15 I packed my little tote bag and I walked with the kids towards the pool. I decided I did not want to swim but I did want to take a shower. And it was a very nice shower. The water actually got hot and the pressure wasn't sad. I felt so much better afterwards.

And then I came back to the art building and I was already sweaty. So I laid in my hammock and put on my fan as high as it would go. And I read my book. And I did that until dinner.

I was determined to finish this book today. And I did. And it was really good and so sad. I really appreciate that the Dear America books have so many highs and lows and real things but always kind of end with a happiness. I think I've only read one where the girl didn't go on to have a beautiful and amazing life. And that one absolutely devastated me. So I mean it makes sense But I really appreciated the story and that one ended in 1860 and the second one that I started today starts in 1860 so I'm curious on the storyline for that one too. I don't have any more dear America books after that though and I'm going to start one that's apparently a classic next. I also have a comic book that James gave me. And a book on cults. We'll see where the mood strikes.

I did go to dinner. Celia came and sat with me in the art building at the end of the day. Her schedule was even more bizarre than mine because no one knew what was going on. But she did catch a bunch of frogs that had tails which looked very cool. And then we walked down to dinner to see what the vegetarian option was.

They were having sloppy joes and I appreciate it how hard the cook worked to make the vegetarian option taste like a sloppy joe but I think sloppy joes are disgusting So I did not love either of the things that they made. One being a mushroom-based fake meat thing that was supposed to be like the sloppy Joe meat and the other being some kind of quinoa salad that tasted like nothing. I did like that I had edamame in it but I just ate that. And ended up giving the rest to CJ who went and found salt and apparently that made it a lot better. I enjoyed the cornbread. But I did not really eat anything else. So I think once I'm done this post I will have a snack.

I came back up here to finish my book. And as I did some girls came over to get some help with the project that they had asked me about last week. Putting jewelry ends onto friendship bracelets. So I was able to help them with that and as we were finishing that it started to storm really bad. So they hunker down in the building with me while I started working on figuring out the metal casting.

And it was so stupid easy. I love this little crucible. I'm definitely going to have to get more metal but it melted down so fast and it cast so easy. It is hard to pour so I still think I'm going to get a little metal spoon or something but I'm still pleased. Does turn out you cannot touch the pot with metal directly. You will get zapped. So I got zapped a few times before I figured that out and scared the shit out of myself. But once I was grounded with a pair of needle nose pliers with rubber handles I was fine. And I never even burned myself. I carved out my cuttlefish a few times just to see what things would look like but I'm going to have to start a new one if I want an actual example. I think a ring is going to be really difficult because it's really hard to control the pour. But super thrilled and I think as far as small objects go we're going to be great. I think we're going to try to make a little tiny bear tomorrow and see how that goes.

Ty came and sat with me for a while. After the storm come down you had been walking around. I had been standing outside with my dress tied up trying to use a broom to sweep the flooding water away. I'm going to have to talk to the office about figuring out a way a diaper some of it cuz it's coming into the building and rotting away the one wall. The building's going to need to be torn down and restarted I swear. But there has to be something we could do to mitigate because it's going to be a problem. But it was nice sitting and talking to Ty. He's struggling with all of the disorganization of camp which is absolutely understandable. But it's still somewhere I love even if it's ridiculous.

I also help Tony make shorts today. The fancy brought me last week would not work but the sweatpants he brought me today did and I was able to cut and hem them and I'm very happy with how that project worked out. I think he was surprising how fast it went but it was easy because sweatpant material so easy to sew. And it was nice chatting with him. It seems like all of senior staff feels a little lost this year but so does everyone else so I'm not shocked.

Now though I am ready to have a snack and get ready to go to sleep. I'm a very long day. And it's storming again. Alexi just said over the walkie to make sure no one's outside because there's lightning really close by. I haven't heard that any trees or anything I've gone down and tonight's storm but seriously its just never ending it seems like now. The rain is insane. But I'm hoping tomorrow will be a better day. I hope you all have a great day and sleep well and our cozy and comfortable. My James is in Philadelphia with friends and I hope that they are having a great night.

I love you all. I hope you are safe out there. Good night.

[varteeny1234]

I do everything for a reason... limbo is weird, and very un-canon in some ways... I wonder why :3

Summary:

Limbo still proves to be a mystery… nothing here makes sense.

Words: 944

Chapter: 3/?

Chapter Warnings: Slightly more than canon-typical existentialism and desperation

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Whoever was hiding this door from her was doing an excellent job of it. Tea had found the wall, made of solid black void, and had followed it to where she knew she'd been before. But still, the white door was nowhere to be found, and thus, Tea was still trapped here. 

It was honestly a miracle that her fingers and toes hadn't frozen off in the cold liquid that made up the ground. Limbo wasn't a good place to be. 

They did seem to be turning slightly greyer... but that could just be the constant contact with the ashes. 

Please, please let it be the ashes...

The shadow person was still around, and Tea hadn't yet attempted conversation with them. She was still afraid that the sound would draw the attention of the cloaked being from before, and that wouldn't end well for either of them. She had been following them for a while. Whenever she came across them, she made sure to keep out of their sight, but she'd carefully trail them and try to figure out what they did while they were here... but all they seemed to do was cry. 

Cry about what, specifically, other than being trapped, she didn't know. But everywhere they went, when she followed them, they sobbed, their white tears dissolving into the ground. She wanted to help them, but she still had no idea what she could do. She'd been relying on being able to find the door again!

Why did she ever think that going through it had been a good idea?

Tea had carved out the inside of a tree. It hadn't been difficult, the charred bark scraped away very easily, and the inside was shelter from... well, it was more like a hiding place than anything else. She put some branches and puffy plants down to be her bed- bed being generous in its description, of course- and a few failed attempts at a makeshift brewing stand lay strewn about in the corner. Grey, fragile vines covered the hole that was her door.

It wasn't much. It wasn't much at all, but until she could find her way out, this was home. 

Limbo shouldn't be anyone's home.

Standing in the middle of her shelter, she wondered how the others had reacted to her disappearance. It had definitely been more than a few days, so surely at least someone would have noticed she'd gone missing. 

How did Trog get out of the void, again? Had they been outside in Limbo, or inside the world the door protected? Tea wished she remembered more than just the fact that they'd been stuck for a week. 

Frustrated, she decided to think about it further at a different time. It wouldn't do her much good to sulk, especially now, while she was awake- there wasn't really day or night here, seeing as there wasn't a sun, but she still got tired semi-regularly. 

Walks were always good to pass the time. Tea hadn't run into the cloaked, one-eyed being again. The proud part of her wanted to believe it was because they were scared of her, since she threw a rock at them with more power than anyone had probably ever thrown a rock, but the more logical part of her knew that they probably just didn't care enough to try and come back for her. 

This worked out in a way that what Tea truly believed was a combination of both. 

At least the shadow person didn't seem to be being hunted.

Speaking of the shadow person, the sound of their quiet sniffling and the rustling of the dead plants they touched indicated they were nearby. Tea poked her head out the door hole, and was unsurprised to see them walking past her tree. They didn't see her. 

They were walking off in the direction of where Tea had guessed the door was hidden. Maybe, maybe, it would be a good idea to follow them, just in case their presence would make it reveal itself. 

As time passed it was much more familiar to be creeping along in between the trees and among the oddly-shaped rocks. The shadow person was kept in sight, not too close for her to be detected, not too far to be lost. Their crying seemed to grow louder the closer they got to the wall.

Before long, they were at the wall, and the shadow was leaning against a section of it that sent a familiar shiver down Tea's spine. If the door still existed, it would be right here.

This was exactly where Tea had first walked in.

But the shadow seemed to be seeing something that Tea couldn't, or maybe they'd just memorized the location of the door. Either way, Tea couldn't see or hear anything other than the shadow's sobbing. After what she guessed to be about a minute, the shadow said the first word she'd ever heard them say. 

"HELP!" 

They sounded desperate. Tea couldn't blame them. They sank to the ground again, curling up and continuing to cry. Maybe they'd seen something through the other side of the invisible door. 

Maybe someone else had come to find them but hadn't succeeded...

She started to walk back to her tree. She had a little bit of thinking to do. She kicked the ground, watching as the light grey liquid splashed around, still cold, staining her skin and clothes.

A horrifying thought struck her mind.

There was ground underneath this. 

Tea ducked down, feeling the solid ground hidden by the grey. 

Could it be... 

This must have been a thousand years' worth of the tears of the forever-crying shadow.

[iamnicodemus]

Oh, Sweet Calamity, baby I've missed you. I'm so, so happy to finally be getting back around to this story, and I swear from the moment I started reading it again, it feels as though no time has passed because I'm just as immersed now as I was a month ago. Reinvesting in Wednesday and Y/n's relationship came with ease, and goodness was this chapter a great one, as all of them have been.

Y/n's anger in this chapter - and the Wednesday can't help but be tormented by the thought of her, can't keep herself from looking out for her, longing for her - god. It's a turn or the bittersweet - sweeter than the heartbreak of the last couple of chapters, but I'm positively aching for them to truly reconcile. The love is right there, if Wednesday would simply let herself give into it! Ah, the little evolutions of their relationship are everything to me.

It's so good to be back.

You could use your abilities if you wanted to, make the flower bloom during the day so you could see it in its full glory, but it didn’t sit well with your heart to disturb its natural cycle.

Really neat little character detail. I found myself wondering what was stopping Y/n from forcing that flower to bloom by day, but forcefulness just isn't her personality, is it? Better to let things progress as they were intended. I love it. The power to bend nature to her whims at her fingertips, yet she'd rather let it flow as it should - perhaps making a few adjustments to the course here and there, but ultimately letting the cycle be.

Five days ago, Wednesday found out you are her soulmate, and you haven’t spoken with her since. It could be wishful thinking, but sometimes you had the feeling that she wanted to speak with you

Oh, she does. Guaranteed. Odds are Wednesday's barely slept a wink since that happened.

You couldn’t put a name to the song even if you tried, but you could tell it wasn’t a happy one. The melody was somber; not creepy though, closer to sorrowful.

Awwww :(. Whether she realizes it or not, Wednesday really pours her heart into her music, and it tells quite the story, really.

If you close your eyes and focus hard enough, you can picture her fingers moving with the cords, shaping the notes of the song. Wednesday dragged out the end notes of her song, the tip of her fingers burning and stinging over the cords; a pleasant, grounding feeling.

Ugh, I love it when you write about Wednesday's playing the cello.

“she’s the one who chose to keep it from me in the first place, so if she wants to keep her distance now…”

Oh Wednesday, come off it already. You know very well that Y/n hasn't been far from your thoughts at all these past several days.

Wednesday feels stuck in limbo sometimes, she doesn’t understand the weight on her chest whenever she thinks of you, can’t decide on how to feel about you nor why she even cares at all.

Ah, love.

she laid in bed wide awake, staring at her ceiling for hours on end until the first birds started singing, his words replaying over and over in her mind.

The reveal of what Thing said that comes later makes this moment all the better. The way I can so easily picture Wednesday just laying there stewing over it, unable to get a moment's rest because damn it she needs answers now and she can't wrap her head around the most obvious answer-

Sigh.

The tall doors of the fencing room creaked when Wednesday pushed them open, the sunlight coming from the huge windows reflected on the pristine white walls and made the clashing blades shine.

Oh, you and your excellent descriptions, you <3

Wednesday’s gaze still looked for you in the crowds

Hopeless. She's positively, hopelessly obsessed.

You make to take a step back but your boot hits the wall, and it’s suddenly very familiar to a recent memory that has been plaguing Wednesday’s nights.

THE CALLBACK

It’s okay if you like her, there’s nothing wrong with that.

And there we have it. And Thing is absolutely, doubtlessly right and good lord Wednesday you really oughta try listening to your extremely attentive and servile disembodied appendage one of these days.

Wednesday’s grip on the steel handle of her own blade tightened; who was the absolute moron who paired you up with Bianca?

Jealousy, thy name is-

Wednesday stood in front of you, her blade holding Bianca’s in place, with a look in her eyes that could send the bravest man running for the hills.

Wednesday, your protectiveness is showing.

“Whatever, it’s not like I asked for your help,” you argued back a little too loudly and felt warmth rush to your cheeks when it attracted a few curious glances.

Wednesday flinched at your sudden tone, blinking a couple of times. You never snapped like that.

Okay but Wednesday blinking in quick succession is so significant, because she's actually caught off guard. It hurts to see how hard she's trying to hide that Y/n's attitude affects her, and at the same time I truly feel for Y/n so much, because how the hell is she supposed to react to this?

“I don’t need you pretending like you care, Wednesday,” you told her quietly, turning around to walk to the door, and Wednesday watched you leave. Again.

Oh, this stings. Because her words are exactly the sort of image Wednesday tries to project to the world despite it being quite the opposite, and at the most inopportune time, someone actually believes her

With each of your steps — morning sunlight bathing you aureate as you walked — Wednesday could feel the thudding beat of her heart against her ribs, trying to escape her, trying to go after you

Learned a new word tonight. Aureate. Such a pretty pronunciation and meaning.

If I had a nickel for every stunning line of yours, I could stack a tower of coins that'd reach the exosphere

You dare to steal a glance at her; you catch her straightening her posture, clearly not expecting you to do what you just did. Her eyelashes kiss the corner of her cheeks as she looks down at her boots, her arms crossed over her chest.

She presents herself as so unfeeling, yet even a glance from her soulmate has Wednesday averting her eyes. This romance is so, so good

Wednesday pushed herself away from the wall, her steps slow as she came to stand in front of you. She stopped closer than you thought she would.

“Lemon and salt will help,” Wednesday told you.

She just can't help but care, can she?

“Had I known it was you I’d-”

“You what?” You interrupted her. “You’d tell me I’m not a burden? Or maybe that I shouldn’t grow attached to you because you hated me before even knowing me?”

Wednesday’s lips parted yet no words came out. This is wrong, this is all so wrong. She decides. This is not how our story should go.

Pain X_X

You pushed yourself off the bed, picking up your bag to leave the infirmary.

And Wednesday follows, because that’s all she can do now.

When Wednesday falls, she falls so hard. The way it's just eating away at her, making her act impulsively again and again despite her mind's protests-

Wednesday can’t decide on how to feel, the thought of it brought a sour taste to her mouth. She should be glad, but that doesn’t sit right with her either.

Because being just "friends" isn't what you want, is it?

Both you and Wednesday turned to see Andrew waving animatedly to you as he molded his way between the students until he could reach you.

This guy again. Look Andrew, homie, you seem like a nice dude, but this ain't your love story

Affection isn’t a word Wednesday uses much, but she thinks of it a lot when it comes to you.

Yessss get your girl, Wednesday, come on now. And the fact that she's hanging on to Y/n and Andrew's conversation as they walk away-

I said it already, but omg it's so good to be picking this back up, and the way it pulled me back in, it's like I never put it down.

sweet calamity | ch 5

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Series Summary: It was something people described as the sweetest pain, the feeling of when the soul that's destined to find yours is closer to you. Wednesday saw it as a curse, promised herself she would hate whoever was chosen for her; but it's easier said than done.

A/N: I think this might be my favorite chapter yet. Let me know what you think. <3

Masterlist | Read ch 4 here

The clock on your bedside table read 1:16 AM. It was a little late, but also the only time when, technically, everyone was asleep.

You snuck out — well not really, considering you're not leaving the school, only your dorm — with careful and calculated steps, you made your way down the dark stairs and to the quad.

The reason for that, is that a particular flower you want to add to the quad's flowerbed only blooms at night. And you need to make sure that its color fits in well with the rest of the plants already there. Maybe it was futile and maybe it was your perfectionist side speaking, but you genuinely wanted the place to look nice when you were done.

Or you were just taking any small excuse you could get to keep your mind busy.

You could use your abilities if you wanted to, make the flower bloom during the day so you could see it in its full glory, but it didn't sit well with your heart to disturb its natural cycle.

So here you were, in your pajamas, shivering because of course you forgot your jacket, sneaking out into the night only to watch a few flowers bloom. It reminded you of the times that you'd do the same thing when staying over at your grandparents when you were younger; a smaller you hugging a huge cardigan around your shoulders, your bare feet feeling the grass between your toes as you sat down on the lawn and just waited for it to slowly happen.

The moon was high in the sky when you reached the quad, almost full and casting a pleasant glow for you. The air was cold, much colder than it was during the day but there was a certain comfort to it, you realized.

You closed your eyes for a moment, tilting your head up and breathing in deeply.

Quiet moments like these have always been some of your favorites.

She would probably enjoy it too.

Your mind drifted. You opened your eyes only to see a blanket of stars above you; endless, timeless.

Maybe she would complain about the colors, but you'd gladly add a few black flowers to the mix if she asked you to.

You shook your head, scolding yourself for missing someone who wasn't even yours, to begin with.

Five days ago, Wednesday found out you are her soulmate, and you haven't spoken with her since. It could be wishful thinking, but sometimes you had the feeling that she wanted to speak with you, however, you didn't feel much ready for that. The changes were small, like finding a new partner for a few classes that you used to sit with her, taking the longer path to some of them so you wouldn't end up bumping into her; little things to postpone what was most likely inevitable — you live in the same place after all, it was bound to happen — but for now, you didn't know what else you could do, other than avoid her.

With a soft sigh, you sat down on the ground, eyes fixed on your flowers in the middle of the quad. You hugged your knees close to your chest… and waited.

The night was serene, you could hear the rustling of leaves in the distance, crickets singing, and music.

A beat passed, and you frowned.

Music?

The melody was a little distant, but not much, you could hear it pretty clearly; soft notes coming from the cords of a cello.

You couldn't put a name to the song even if you tried, but you could tell it wasn't a happy one. The melody was somber; not creepy though, closer to sorrowful. It comes from the tallest room in Ophelia Hall, echoing through Nevermore's corners and undoubtedly waking a few students from their slumber.

You know it's Wednesday. Enid has complained to you about her cello solos in the dead of night one too many times already.

If you close your eyes and focus hard enough, you can picture her fingers moving with the cords, shaping the notes of the song.

From your spot on the quad, you look up at what you can see of the half-colorful round window. You stay there until her song ends and a little bit after, part of you knows she's still out there too. In times like these it feels like the universe is fighting to keep you close to Wednesday; you wonder when it'll see reason and give up — though secretly, part of you doesn't want it to. Because you could pretend you shared this little moment with her, after all, it was just you and her who were awake and out at this hour.

The thought of somehow feeling connected to her made you smile.

—

Wednesday dragged out the end notes of her song, the tip of her fingers burning and stinging over the cords; a pleasant, grounding feeling.

Thing closed her sheet music book, gesturing softly at her after.

"That's a silly question," Wednesday told him, setting aside her cello, "considering I have nothing to be worried about."

The disembodied hand gestured again, causing Wednesday to narrow her eyes at him.

"Her childish behavior does not bother me, I'm not sure why you would even assume that." She huffed, looking away from him with a clenched jaw, "she's the one who chose to keep it from me in the first place, so if she wants to keep her distance now…"

Wednesday breathed in deeply, she got up from her chair, and walked over to the edge of the balcony to let the cold wind kiss her cheeks, "it's just less work for me," she finished then.

Wednesday feels stuck in limbo sometimes, she doesn't understand the weight on her chest whenever she thinks of you, can't decide on how to feel about you nor why she even cares at all. She detests not knowing things, yet when it comes to soul bonds and flower perfumes, she sees herself walking blindfolded on a tightrope.

Thing came to her side carefully, he tapped her elbow, waiting until Wednesday's dark eyes settled on him. He gestured gently, his fingertips tapping the back of her hand once he finished.

In a quick move, Wednesday pulled her hand back and took a step away from him. She shook her head, breathing in deeply. "That could never be true," she pointed a finger at him, "say it again and I'll pick out each of your nails."

Wednesday turned around and walked back inside, leaving Thing alone in the night; but she laid in bed wide awake, staring at her ceiling for hours on end until the first birds started singing, his words replaying over and over in her mind.

———

The tall doors of the fencing room creaked when Wednesday pushed them open, the sunlight coming from the huge windows reflected on the pristine white walls and made the clashing blades shine.

The Addams girl walked between her peers, helmet in hand and chin held high. She could see their teacher instructing Xavier on his poor stance, holding his own blade in the correct position so the boy could copy. Wednesday scoffed when he failed again. He should stick to the bow and arrow, she thought.

Wednesday's gaze still looked for you in the crowds — while the teacher was busy getting frustrated with Xavier, she found you adjusting your uniform in the far corner of the spacious room.

She stalked closer, closing the distance between you and her. Your eyes found hers just before you lowered your helmet on your head and Wednesday could almost see the way your breathing faltered. She had caught you off guard.

You make to take a step back but your boot hits the wall, and it's suddenly very familiar to a recent memory that has been plaguing Wednesday's nights. She should hate you for it, for making her care about something she promised she wouldn't; but oh, she can't.

It's okay if you like her, there's nothing wrong with that.

Thing's words still echo in her mind.

Wednesday is quick to reach beside you, grabbing a blade for herself from the support on the wall and turning around to give you your desired space, because the image of you running away from her makes her stomach turn unpleasantly.

"Ready?" Bianca's voice caught Wednesday's attention and she looked up, only to see that the siren wasn't speaking with her, but with you.

You walked in front of her slowly, blade in hand as you took your stance, "yeah, ready."

Wednesday's grip on the steel handle of her own blade tightened; who was the absolute moron who paired you up with Bianca?

You were awful at fencing and Bianca was, arguably, even more competitive than Wednesday; and as much as she didn't want to admit it, the siren was good.

Your blade clashed with Bianca's for the first time, and a foreign feeling took over Wednesday's body as she watched the sparring unfold. She was restless, chest tight as she anticipated your every move.

Her lungs had a distant ache, because she's been holding her breath. Bianca's blade grazed the side of your head and Wednesday didn't know where to focus her unblinking eyes. She took a step closer when you almost lost your footing.

What the hell was happening to her?

Bianca was fast, too fast for you to follow. She striked, and you ducked out of the way but the movement caused the tip of her blade to scratch the side of your free hand.

Droplets of crimson red were quick to fall on the floor, staining the polished wood. The sharp pain made you wince, dragging your attention to the blood slowly flowing from the recent cut.

It was a blink-of-an-eye kind of thing. Bianca didn't see your wound, and you didn't see her going for the next blow until it was too late to defend yourself.

All that was heard was the loud clashing of steel against steel.

Wednesday stood in front of you, her blade holding Bianca's in place, with a look in her eyes that could send the bravest man running for the hills.

"What the hell, Wednesday?" Bianca snapped, lowering her weapon.

"This fight is clearly over," Wednesday tilted her head towards your bleeding hand, she still had her blade pointing to Bianca, daring her to object.

Bianca shifted her attention to you, her eyes softening, "shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's alright," you cut her off with a wave of your hand and a small, reassuring smile, "I'm alright."

"Addams," the teacher called, walking over to where you stood, "you're not allowed to interfere when other students are sparring".

Only when Wednesday saw Bianca walking away, did she lower her weapon. "Then you should learn how to properly pair up your students," she bluntly stated, raising an eyebrow at him.

The older man huffed, turning his gaze to you, "go to the infirmary." Was all he said before walking away.

You angrily took off your helmet, messing up your hair. "I had it under control," a frustrated scoff escaped you as you threw your blade to the floor. You refused to look up and meet Wednesday's eyes.

"Obviously not," she countered, "given how she was about to impale you with her sword had I not stepped in."

"Whatever, it's not like I asked for your help," you argued back a little too loudly and felt warmth rush to your cheeks when it attracted a few curious glances.

Wednesday flinched at your sudden tone, blinking a couple of times. You never snapped like that. After a beat of silence, she tried reaching out, "let me see it."

Only for you to take a big step back, holding your bleeding hand close to your chest as if trying to protect it. This distance, this brick wall you were trying to build up between you and her; it got Wednesday striving to keep her face impassive, to pretend like it wasn't taking away her sleep.

"I don't need you pretending like you care, Wednesday," you told her quietly, turning around to walk to the door, and Wednesday watched you leave. Again.

Her classmates were anything but subtle with the way they watched the two of you, no doubt wondering what about you was so special that prompted Wednesday to do what she had just done. To be honest, she was wondering the same thing.

With each of your steps — morning sunlight bathing you aureate as you walked — Wednesday could feel the thudding beat of her heart against her ribs, trying to escape her, trying to go after you.

Wednesday closed her eyes, mumbling a thousand curses under her breath as she shot down her ego. Damn you. She discarded her blade and helmet, hurrying to fall into step beside you.

"You're mine even if I don't want you to be," she forced out, sparing a single annoyed glance at you; her hand took hold of yours in a strong grip as she pulled you along, "I'm not letting anything happen to you."

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The cut on your hand wasn't big, but the antiseptic still stung like a bitch.

You sat on one of the hospital beds of the infirmary, swinging your feet back and forth as the nurse wrapped a small bandage around your hand.

Wednesday was leaning back against the wall to your right, you could feel the weight of her eyes on you, unmoving; you felt like a deer under a panther's gaze.

But that analogy didn't work, did it?

You dare to steal a glance at her; you catch her straightening her posture, clearly not expecting you to do what you just did. Her eyelashes kiss the corner of her cheeks as she looks down at her boots, her arms crossed over her chest. There's something about her that wasn't there before, you just can't put your finger on it yet.

I'm not letting anything happen to you.

Why? You thought to yourself as you looked back at your hand, the white gauze now slowly turning a soft shade of pink. Why did she have to say that?

"You can come back later to change it one more time if you want to, but you should be fine by tomorrow," the nurse gently told you.

"Thank you, I will," you smiled, flexing your hand to test if the pain was still there. It was.

The older woman smiled back, before turning around to attend to a vampire girl who's accidentally eaten garlic.

You didn't move, only pursed your lips and gripped the edge of the bed; you had a feeling of what would happen next.

And it did.

Wednesday pushed herself away from the wall, her steps slow as she came to stand in front of you. She stopped closer than you thought she would.

"Lemon and salt will help," Wednesday told you.

Your head instantly snapped up to look at her, you frowned, eyes a tad too wide. "It'll sting like hell."

There's a ghost of a smile on Wednesday's lips that she never intended for you to see. She reached a hand to you, slowly, carefully, half expecting you to reject her touch again.

You didn't, and you're not sure why. But you did hold your breath before she even touched you.

She took hold of your injured hand, her fingers holding yours with a gentleness even she didn't know she was capable of. Wednesday turns your hand around, and somehow she knows you're back in that moment too.

She gulped, her thumb brushing over the dried blood stain on your uniform; "for the stain," Wednesday simply said.

"Oh," is all you can breathe out, afraid to break the spell that's holding this moment.

You allow yourself to savor her touch just for a second more before pulling your hand back.

Wednesday didn't comment on it, she refused to acknowledge the effect you have on her. She sets her jaw tight before saying; "I've been meaning to apologize."

You raised an eyebrow at her.

"For what I said when we first met," she continued, and you closed your eyes, because you were done crying.

"Had I known it was you I'd-"

"You what?" You interrupted her. "You'd tell me I'm not a burden? Or maybe that I shouldn't grow attached to you because you hated me before even knowing me?"

Wednesday's lips parted yet no words came out. This is wrong, this is all so wrong. She decides. This is not how our story should go.

You pushed yourself off the bed, picking up your bag to leave the infirmary.

And Wednesday follows, because that's all she can do now.

"Listen, Wednesday," you started after a sigh, pushing open the door and being welcomed with the chatter of Nevermore's busy hallways, "we can be friends if that's what you want us to be."

The students walking around you caused Wednesday to move closer, her shoulder bumping into yours with each step.

"But right now… I need time. And I need space." You shrugged, a melancholic smile coming to your lips.

Wednesday can't decide on how to feel, the thought of it brought a sour taste to her mouth. She should be glad, but that doesn't sit right with her either. And she thinks she should probably say something anyway, but before she could, someone else called out your name.

Both you and Wednesday turned to see Andrew waving animatedly to you as he molded his way between the students until he could reach you.

"Hey you," he greeted with a smile, then turned to the girl beside you, "Wednesday." He gave her a nod, and when she didn't answer, he looked back at you, "ready to present our work?"

You breathed in deeply, you hated talking in front of the class. "As I'll ever be."

"Relax, I'll be by your side the whole time." He offered.

You glanced at Wednesday before following him, the glint in your eyes resembling something akin to longing; "I'll see you around, yeah?"

Affection isn't a word Wednesday uses much, but she thinks of it a lot when it comes to you.

"Okay," she uttered quietly, and as you walked off with the guy, Wednesday managed to catch on to little bits of your next conversation;

"Hey so, you know how the Rave'n party is less than two weeks away, right? I was wondering if you'd like to go with me?" The annoying boy asked.

"Uh, yeah sure, I- I'd love to," was the last of your words that Wednesday could hear.

And she felt the strange urge to grab your hand and drag you away with her all over again.

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[holy-anxiety-batman]

sorry I'm not done talking about Maisie Peters tonight I saw that tgw gifset and got emotional about her again. long bit of oversharing and lyrical thread pulling below.

"Please, don't give up on me yet/I know I'll get better, I'm just not better yet."

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

I didn't get to go to the Wembley show but I saw her a few nights before that and I've seen videos of You Signed Up For This at Wembley and nearly cried because it means so much to her and it means so much to everyone there.

A Maisie Peters show is the only concert I would make friendship bracelets for. I got one from a lovely girl at the show in October and it makes me so happy looking at magic and maybes sitting on my jewelry tray every morning and I really might make some for the show I'm going to in February.

Honestly I probably relate to You Signed Up For This too much. But fuck man!! It hits!! I am (almost) 20! I am upset right now! I don't have my drivers license! Shouting is hard! Please don't give up on me, I know that I'm going to get better, I know that I am getting better, I know that I'm better than I've been, but I also know that I'm not better yet there is still so much wrong and painful and hurting but I'm going to get better!! Please don't give up on me!!

And then we got The Good Witch. Which, personally, came at an excellent time for me. Never in my life was there a better time for Maisie Peters to release an insanely cathartic and resonant breakup album than Summer 2023. Because there was something to connect to in every! fucking! song!

I go through cycles of music so I listened to You Signed Up For This really hard when it came out and then moved away from her music for a bit. And then Summer happened and The Good Witch was out and the OPENING LINES ARE A DIRECT REFERENCE TO THE OPENING LINES OF YSUFT. "I am 20 and probably upset right now" became "Still upset, but now I'm 22". And the chorus!!! "I know I'll get better, I'm just not better yet" became "Am I better yet". And it felt like she was saying 'hello again' and 'how have you been'. And I was still upset too!

If I wanted to be angry I could be angry. If I wanted to be nostalgic and wistful and regretful I could be all those things. If I wanted to buy sunflowers and make it to September breathing easily for the first time in months I could (and did) do that.

On the topic of There It Goes. Fucking There It Goes man. I'm young but I am aging! Listening to There It Goes the day after I moved to London. Listening to There It Goes before going on a date. Listening to There It Goes on a walk around my campus. Listening to There It Goes and the comedown of closure, a heartbreak in remission, I wake up and it's October.

But also! If I wanted to be fucking petty I could be petty. And GOD screaming WHAT THE FUCK in a room full of other people also screaming WHAT THE FUCK felt good!! And BSC too. If I ever get a maisie peters tattoo it really might be a bat. She was so funny for that actually! It's funny and I'm laughing!

I also have emotions about literally every song on that album and the deluxe version and I didn't even mention The Band And I even though I think it actually is my favorite tgw song. I think I could talk about Maisie Peters for hours actually. Maybe if I startle awake at 5:30 tomorrow morning like I did today I'll write out thoughts on every single tgw & tgw deluxe song.

ALSO. I've been remembering fun anecdotes about the one cishet guy I dated in high school and there's a lot of funny stories I could tell about that period in my life but the relevant one right now is I like to use lyrics for ig captions and a few days after I broke up with him I used a line from Take Care Of Yourself because it was stuck in my head and one of my friends was having a really hard time and one of HIS friends commented on the post "'My love take care of yourself' 🧐" and I immediately felt horrible of course because I had not even Considered that it could be seen that way and now years later I think that's really funny. I was so caught up in my friends' drama I completely forgot that I had broken up with a guy a few days before and that maybe my use of that lyric could be misunderstood.

[handelplayssims]

It’s the final day with the Wallace household! Such a long awaited day is here! And it’s time to go to work with Ashlynn. Time to search some criminals! ...these are the exact same criminals as I saw last time. Hmm. Now our next promotion marker is to go on patrol. Which I could do by myself but eh. Let’s just do these suggested work tones instead. Analyze some evidence is next up and then, we travel to a crime scene. Today we’re off toooo, ah, the Elderberry household. Lots of items scorched, just like last time. Serial arsonist! Now after interviews with witnesses, we go back. Time  to cross-reference the database multiple times and gain those clues. Next is to take a police report from a civilian but we don’t have any normal folks around just yet. So analyze evidence once more. And there they are! Oooh! Going on Patrol is now offered! Nice! Let’s eat some food and then head out. Annnd immediately sims are fighting with each other. Excellent. Citations for everyone! And we get our promotion. We’re a corporal now! And we get loads of prison furniture. Hmm. To home with us! Where Ashlynn shall immediately conk out on bed. Policing very tiring work, after all.

Onto Kiara who, again, wants to paint. The world is getting nice and golden from sunset happening so let’s paint towards it, shall we? Zayne...again, wants to solve hard problems so let’s gain a logic skill. Santiago still wants to complete that work task and now has the actual time to do so! Oh, wait no, he’s sleepy. Well, let’s interview and write up about one person and then head to bed. Looks like we got across the street is Dwight LeBlanc! He’s another randomly generated household that I manage to play a few times and then never again. Alas.

Oooh, this one actually turned out real well! Also, Zayne went to bed but got startled by the monster under it...but now he’s befriended him! Good for you Zayne. Time for a munch for him and then after the article from Santiago, they’ll both head to bed. ...I should remember articles when I just want a little bit of money.

There is something I want to check though. See I want to get into a home over in the more gated community in Oasis Springs. Especially since there’s actual fishing points around there. Can we move into Granda Palace? ...nope! Still 64 thousand plus short, even if I sell off all of our furniture. And I wouldn’t do that, I’d want to nab a lot for moving purposes! Alas, we’re stuck in this small home for a bit longer. Oh and Kiara’s back to being a one-star celebrity for her paintings! Nicely done you. ...oh, I need to get rid of that picky eater trait. If I switch households while that’s still active, the trait will become stuck on her. Doing that and oh, she’s very close to finishing skilling painting! Nice! Ah, Ashlynn is awake and- is sad. Because someone died. That means that it’s immediately time for-

Nieghborhood Watch!

Shulk Monado in the Shulk and Fiora household has died. Shulk was so angry he burst into flames and died.

NOOOOOO! NOT MY MONADO BOY!

Nigel Yanez in the Yanzez household has died. Nigel was milking it and got too close to a cowplant.

Oh that’s the one Ashlynn knew of. Though, checking the social bar, she didn’t even know a single trait so eh. I’d say grieve today and clear out the moodlet tomorrow but eh. We’re about to bail from this household! Annnd yes! We managed to get painting level 10 with Kiara! We’re done with this household! Let’s go and roll up another one to play! It shall be...man. It’s the Stuart-Waddel’s. Man. Vampires in the desert here we go. See you all then.

[the-weirdos-mind]

League of Villains X Teen! Reader: You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid

Songfic of the song with the same name by The Offspring. Here’s the reader’s quirk: 

 Quirk- Manipulation

Type- Emitter

How it works- Similar to Aizawa’s and Nighteye’s quirks you have to look someone in the eye to get them under control. They’re unaware that you’re controlling them but still aware of their senses. When you have someone under control you can do whatever you want with them until you either look away from that person (it doesn’t always have to be eye contact), blink, or release them. Whenever someone is under your spell, it’s like being trapped in a room with one-way glass. They are aware of what’s going on but, can’t get help. 

Drawbacks- If you use the power for more than an hour you’ll get a headache. If you push yourself you’ll get a migraine. You can choose when to activate it and for how long but the time still adds to an hour no matter how many times you activate it in the day.

Trigger warnings: Blood and use of violence, if I’m missing anything then let me know so I can correct it 

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Show me how to lie You're getting better all the time And turning all against the one Is an art that's hard to teach

    You followed Giran down the hallway to an unknown place. You had the hood of you (F/C) on to hide your (H/L) (H/C) hair with your eyes on the ground. You watched as foot after foot in (F/C) shoes put pressure on the dirty ground. You mentally sighed as you reflect your life choices. You didn’t want to live this life but everyone around you saw your quirk as one thing; villainous. You got tired of the words and became what they wanted you be. You realized that heroes are worthless and they didn’t care that a young (boy/girl/person) was heading down a dark path. You glanced up to see the man opening the door. You immediately looked down and followed him in the room.

     Side glancing at the room you noticed it was a bar. There was a purple cloud like man with yellow eyes in a suit and a metal brace around his neck. He was polishing a glass behind the bar. On a red stool was another man holding a glass of alcohol. He had his pinky raised away from the glass though and you silently raised an eyebrow. Is this because of his quirk or is he British? His shaggy blue hair was covering most of his face but when he turned to face the two, you saw a pale hand covering his face and his red eyes glaring at you. You glanced down at the floor. Not yet.

    “You seriously brought a child?” He asked setting the glass cup down. “You do know that this is for mature adults? And (she/he/they) can’t stare at me in the eyes? How rude.” His voice was raspy and you concluded he was holding the glass like that was because of his quirk.

  “Shigaraki, this is (Y/N), I brought (him/her/them) cause (he/she/they) need some training with (his/her/their) quirk.” Giran said and took a drag from his cigarette. He exhaled and a smoke cloud came in the room. “(He/She/They) is getting better at it but, (he/she/they) still needs some help.”

    You rolled your eyes at him. “At least I don’t treat kids like they’re nothing.” You mumbled still bitter about Shigaraki’s comment.

     “What was that?” The blue haired man asked, dangerously.

     “So, you’re deaf huh? I thought an excellent leader would treat a new recruit with respect no matter the age they are.”

Another clever word Sets off an unsuspecting herd And as you get back into line A mob jumps to their feet

    “Shut up.” Shigaraki muttered and scratched his neck. He was stressed about the trouble this kid was causing. Sure he and Dabi didn’t get along but he liked being in control. “(He/She/They) is mature for (his/her/their) age.” Giran said. “Maybe with (him/her/them) as leader it won’t be bad.” He added. He knew what you were doing. If you get him mad enough to get him to look at you in the eye then you can show off your quirk. You did keep your mouth shut as the man stood up and walked over to you. You looked at him in the eye and a (F/C) hue came to your (E/C) eyes. His eyes begin to fog up a little, not enough to appear blind but enough to look suspicious.

Now dance, ****er, dance Man, he never had a chance And no one even knew It was really only you

     Shigaraki barely saw the change of your eye color. He was so surprised to started dancing. His feet moved in a fast pace in place. “What the ****!?!” He yelled, only in his mind. Dabi started laughing again. The scarred man leaned over clutching his stomach. He’s laughing so hard he might start crying, or blood will fall from his destroyed tear ducts, if he’s not careful. After a few minutes of dancing you blinked to end the curse on him. They didn’t know that you caused it to happen. Giran smirked and patted you on the head. “What the h***?” The man asked looking around, wondering what just happened.

    “That is (his/her/their) quirk at work.” He man said before the other could get angry. “With a power like (hers/his/theirs) would be useful for heist situations and causing diversions wouldn’t it?”

    “What is (his/her/theirs) quirk?” The wisp man asked.

    “Manipulation.” You said. “Whenever I look at someone in the eyes it activates my power. I can hold control of them for at least an hour before I get a headache. Best part is no one knows that they’re under my grasp.” You said.

    “I’ll admit that I’m impressed.” Shigaraki said. “Welcome I guess.”

    Giran smiled. “You won’t be disappointed.”

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And now you steal away Take him out today

   After a few weeks of joining the League you’re on your first solo mission. Before this one you were mainly paired with a blonde haired girl named Toga. She was pretty nice when she wasn’t obsessing over blood or trying to stab you. Other times you were paired with a man named Twice. He would say two different things and it would give you mixed feelings about a job well done.

    You walked through the area of the city to a hero agency. Your job is to find maps of the inside and steal them. Shigaraki didn’t care if they were on paper or not all he cared about was getting them, It’s pretty simple to do but considering this is you, you had a knife and a handheld gun just in case if things went south. So far it was going well. You got a security guard under control and using him you were able to get a computer with the building’s layout on it. Pulling out a flash drive that Compress had given you, you stuck it in the computer and start downloading. Unfortunately, you looked away from the guard and he glared at you.

    “I don’t know your plan here kid, but it’s best if you leave now.” He said. He did try to alert someone but it was useless, he was trapped in his mind until you looked away. You looked at him and put your hand in your pocket with the knife.

    “I don’t think so.” You said. Before he could call for backup you pulled the knife out and threw it at his chest. He gasped at the impact of the knife and slumped to the floor. Blood was falling from the wound fast, staining his shirt and forming a puddle. Thankfully there was a ding as the data had finished uploading to the flash drive. You walked over to the computer and pulled it out. You smirked as you pocketed it and pulled the knife out from the guard. You left the building leaving behind a guard slowly bleeding to death.

Nice work you did You're gonna go far, kid

    You walked back into the hideout and put the flash drive on the bar next to Shigaraki. He nodded at you when he saw it. “Good job. A win for us.” He said and carefully pocketed the piece of tech.

    “And in an hour too.” Spinner said.

    “That’s really impressive!” Twice said. “It’s not that impressive.”

    You feel a hand clamp on your head and ruffle your hair. “Not bad, kid.” Dabi said. He could tell you’re gonna go far in the villain industry.

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With a thousand lies And a good disguise Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes

   You had gotten in the school with one of the best lies you have, your parents went there. It wasn’t U.A. but it’s also training people for the hero industry. The plan was to get the best marks in the school and transfer to U.A. as the highest in your class. Giran came into play for making fake documents that pass off as real.

    The one on one fight that took place with some kid you didn’t even bother to know was annoying. His quirk was something water related and you almost drowned a couple of times. You finally looked at him in the eye and ordered him to stop. You ran up to him and punched his face, in the between the eyes a couple of times. The first one stun him while the other knocked him out.

When you walk away Nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives

   You panted and wiped the sweat away from your forehead. You walked away from the ring where the training took place and looked at everyone else. They looked away from you in fear and parted like a body of water. You swore you saw someone running for their life. You smirked to yourself and took your seat on the bleachers. Pride danced in your eyes like lightning.

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Slowly out of line And drifting closer in your sights So play it out I'm wide awake It's a scene about me

  The first thing the infamous Class 1-A noticed about you is how secretive you were. You shared nothing about yourself other than your name and quirk. They noticed that you did some… shady things to put it mildly. Some noticed you snuck out of the dorms at night. Idia, Miydoriya, Bakugo and Todoroki had followed you to an alleyway and heard you talking to some shadowy figure there. Both spoke in soft whispers that they couldn’t tell who you were talking to and whether or not they were male or female. Other than that occurrence, they didn’t get anything else.

   About a week later, the League attacked UA. You had managed to get them in through your student ID and gave them full access to the school, by a really good copy of the little plastic card. Five minutes prior to the attack, you had excused yourself from math, who needs it anyways, and went to the bathroom. While the lockdown was going on, you met with Toga in the halls. The plan was to get to All Might and kill him, the typical plan made by the man child of a leader you have. You both heard footsteps running towards you and saw it was the class president, Iida. “(L/N), get away from her!” He yelled, doing his hand chop thing. You smirked and took out the dagger the blonde handed you. “No, I don’t think I will.” You responded. Time to shine.

There's something in your way                                                                       And now someone is gonna pay And if you can't get what you want,                                                              Well, it's all because of me

    He stood there, shell shocked at the sight before him. His classmate was a villain? You couldn’t use your quirk yet, anyways. You decided to let the scene play out. You let a dark chuckle seeing his face. “All my life I’ve been told that I was best suited for a villain. You know, you could’ve used the time you knew me to get to know me but, everyone treated me the same as before! It’s too bad that things had to end like this. Wait, no it’s not that bad. You and your class are gonna pay!” You yelled. You lunged at him and he dodged as he snapped out of his shocked state.

    “(Y/N), it doesn’t have to be this way!” He said and continued to dodge the blade. He was still surprised and didn’t attempt to fight back because he couldn’t believe the suspicions about you were true. You growled in frustration. “It’s too late for me anyways. You can’t turn me to the light.” You said and looked at him in the eyes and yours started glowing (F/C). He almost let out a gasp but it didn’t leave his body as his eyes fogged up a little.

Now dance, ****er, dance, man, I never had a chance And no one even knew, it was really only you And now you'll lead the way

   You smiled as the class representative had fallen for your trick. “Now, we’re going back to the class, and you’re going to act like everything is alright.” You ordered.

   He nodded. “Yes, (Sir/Ma’am/Other).” He said, voice coming out robotically. He set off to find his class and you followed him, due to your power. The irony of the situation was almost amusing to you. Almost. The head of the class, now a puppet. A puppet that can dance to whatever twisted moves that you have set for it.

Show the light of day Nice work you did You're gonna go far, kid Trust deceived

    You followed him down the twisting paths of the hallways to the rest of the class. Your gaze fixed on the back of his head. You knew Toga was going to inform everyone else that everything was according to plan. Finally, the two of you reached the hiding area where everyone else was. “Thank goodness you found, (him/her/them!)” You heard Izuku said. Then he noticed that something was off about his classmates. You were refusing to look at anybody else than the boy in front of you and Iida’s looked dazed. Like he was… under someone’s control.

    The greenette’s eyes widened. His classmate was… no. He had his suspicions but the truth is hard to handle. Before he could say anything, Iida gave him a swift kick in the face.

With a thousand lies and a good disguise Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes

    They stood there in surprise and shock. A blanket of fear had covered them, making them stand there like statues. The only sounds were the groans of Miydoriya and the thud of his body hitting the ground. “I-Iida.” Ochaco stuttered in fear. No one had expected the class president to attack their classmate outside of training. The blue haired boy then hit the nearest person, Mineta, giving him a punch to the cheek. No one really reacted to that. In all honesty, the grape had it coming.

When you walk away, nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives

     While they were distracted, you used the opportunity to leave. It didn’t matter if Iida was going to spill the secret you kept from them. That s*** was already out. You smirked to yourself knowing which side of the street you belong in.

Now dance, ****er, dance, he never had a chance And no one even knew, it was really only you So dance, ****er, dance, I never had a chance It was really only you

    The mission went out as planned. It was only a ploy to strike fear in the hearts of citizens. After all, an attack with no causalities is far worse with ones that do. You now sat at the bar, a bottle of water in your hand. You may be a criminal but the age of drinking consent is something that you can’t argue with.  No matter how hard you tried. The news was on talking about the event. Everyone was able to get away without anyone being caught. Call it luck or whatever but, you’re thankful that they did. The anchorwoman was talking about how a student was involved with the League and helped out. A picture of your face appeared on the screen and you smirked. It wasn’t a school photo but a mugshot from a previous capture. One you managed to get away from. No one even suspected you, or so you think, but regardless it’s wonderful to see.

With a thousand lies and a good disguise Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes

    You couldn’t help but chuckled remembering the looks on each of their faces. What they thought was a classmate was really playing a part. A perfect disguise if you asked yourself. You have the innocent looking (boy/girl/person) appearance and if anyone who didn’t know you found out about your job. It would’ve made you laugh as not everything is as it seems.

    Your fists tingled as they remembered the feeling of their face contacting your skin. You placed the hand that held the plastic bottle on top of the other’s knuckles. The feeling is something you’re going to remember for a long time.

When you walk away, nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives

  A pair of footsteps came walking in and you dropped your hands to your lap. You see Shigaraki walking into the bar holding a folder, with a finger away from it as always. You know it could only mean one thing. “Another mission?” You asked, voicing your thoughts. The boss nodded and handed it to you.

     “Go over it and be ready for when the time comes. You did good on your last mission, keep up the good work. You’re a valuable character.” He said before walking away. You weren’t sure if the last sentence was a praise or another video game term but regardless you nodded.

     “Will do.” You said and opened it up, wondering what will be to cause more fear in the people. And more pride in yourself. Each success makes you happy.

Clever alibis, Lord of the Flies Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes

   You almost busted out laughing seeing  which role you were supposed to play. An innocent citizen who loves all the hero crap. You won’t be alone this time, having Toga to accompany you on this one. You felt excited for the mission. It would mean more people will realize what idiots heroes truly are. The truth will knock them down from the clouds.

When you walk away, nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives

   But right now, it’s time for a nap. The last mission tired you out. You took the folder with you and walked to your room. All that matters right now is a bed, a blanket, and wonderful dreams of a world where people run in fear from you.