#splitting it into two parts (possibly three) because i have too many thoughts about them

[numberoneredriotfan]

Rodydeku headcanons part 1 :)

I'm going insane over these two hggggg-

(this screenshot from the movie makes me cackle everytime-)

• Rody fell first, no questions asked. Deku fell a bit later when he actually had the time to consider his feelings when he WASN'T fighting villains and dealing with vestiges every three seconds.

• Before they parted after the humarise crisis, they exchanged numbers so they could still talk. And, I kid you not, as soon as Deku got home he called Rody immediately. Rody played it cool like-- "damn, miss me already hero??" As if he hadn't been staring at Deku's contact for the past ten minutes wanting to call him but not wanting to seem like he missed him or anything (he really, really missed him).

• From then on, they pretty much call each other every other night when they're free, giving each other general updates (or just to hear each other's voice) (Rody's like kicking his feet and twirling his hair during these calls-)

• Rody's contact for Deku is "mass murderer (heart emoji)" the heart emoji was added a little later on when Rody worked up the balls. Deku's contact name for Rody isn't anything special, just his name with a little ":)" on the side.

• Rody's crush is soooo bad. He definitely keeps up with anything hero-related on the news just so he can talk about it with Deku during their next call.

• I think Rody's voice helps Deku relax a lot, even if he doesn't realize why (keep this in mind, it'll come into play later).

• Rody thinks about the time when Deku spiderman-ed him around Otheon. A lot.

• Deku told everyone is class 1-A about Rody, more than he talked about the actual humarise crisis.

• During Rody's visit to Japan (in the spin off "team up missions" manga), I like to think he started developing a bit of an inferiority complex to Deku's friends.

• Like, who was he to Deku compared to all these friends that had been through so much together?? Compared to them, he was literally just some guy he saved the world with once.

• It didn't help hearing all the stories about Deku solving villain crisis after villain crisis with said friends.

• Of course Deku didn't think that way, and considered Rody a friend just like he considered everyone in class A a friend (with something a little extra there but he hasn't realized that yet).

• Deku once sent a picture of him and Eri during a little playdate to Rody the backflip his heart did when he learned that Deku was good with kids-

• Also, seeing Deku get along and be sweet with his siblings almost killed him.

• Sometimes, Pino will steal Rody's phone and send a random cluster of emojis with ninety percent of them being hearts. Deku was a little confused when this first happened, but after Rody (frantically) explained it was Pino, whenever it happens Deku just goes "hi pino!"

• Deku grows to be able to read Rody pretty well, even when he hides Pino from him. Although, having a friend with a built-in lie detector is pretty convenient.

• "Have you been missing me at all??" "Pssh, nah, you cause way too much trouble for me-" *distressed chirping in the background* "PINO." "I miss you too Rody :)"

• Rody pokes fun at Deku for the mass murderer incident all the damn time. "I don't know man, do I really wanna hang out with a mass murderer??" "Oh no, please don't hurt me mister mass murderer."

• Deku going on hero rants and Rody going on plane rants and both of them listening to each other with full attention :( <3

• Okay let's get into the more angsty stuff.

• After the war, and after all the villains escaped tarturus, and planes stopped getting to Japan and stuff, Rody was kinda worried (he was VERY worried).

• He was at work when all the commotion was on the news, and he completely froze when they mentioned UA high school. As soon as he got home, he tried to call Deku to make sure he was okay, but he got no answer. Because by then, Deku had already left UA high.

• Deku didn't want Rody to worry about him, so he pretty much ignored all his calls (feeling incredibly guilty as he did so) (also for the sake of it let's pretend he still had his phone).

• Rody tried so many times to call him, wanting to pull his hair out every time he was sent to voicemail. He was losing sleep just worrying about him, and Rody's siblings noticed. They tried a lot to try and get Rody to cheer up, which he did appreciate despite still being worried.

• He wasn't picking up his phone, and leaving a text just wasn't enough. So, eventually, he decided to leave a bunch of voice messages, as some way to make himself feel better.

• They started off with him trying not to sound too worried:

• "Hey, Deku! It's been a little while since I've heard from you. I know you're probably busy with everything happening in Japan right now. Call me back when you get the chance."

"The past few weeks at work have been exhausting. People are acting like the world's gonna end, but I'm sure things'll be alright. That's why we have heroes like you, right?"

"I was able to take Roro and Lala out yesterday, I sent you the pictures. Did you know Roro grew a whole inch?? Soon he's gonna be as tall as me!"

• Until they eventually grew more and more concerned and desperate:

• "Hey, I saw the news this morning. Japan is in really bad shape right now. Is everyone in UA alright??"

"You are getting these, right? If you have, please at least send me a message saying something. Roro and Lala have been worried, you know."

"Deku, I know things have probably been rough for you over there. For you and everyone else. I know I don't know you as well as your friends at UA, and I know that in the end I can't understand what's happening over there. But whatever you're dealing with right now, I'm willing to listen. So...please. If you're getting these- if you're even alive- just let me know. I'm worried, okay...?"

• At some point, Rody gave up on trying, only hoping that somehow Deku was okay, and that maybe he just wasn't getting his messages.

• But Deku was. And he listened to every single one, resisting to the urge to send him something, or call him. But he told himself it'd cause Rody more trouble if he responded, so instead, he just listened to each voicemail over and over, finding comfort in Rody's voice (he also looked at pictures of him with his friends for comfort as well but this isn't about them/j).

• After class A dragged Deku back to UA by the ear, once he was finally able to rest, he couldn't help but think about Rody and finally responding to him, but he wasn't sure what he would say, and he had a bunch of other things to worry about at the moment, so it slipped his mind.

• But eventually, as Rody was laying in bed thinking about Deku (as he had been doing for the past few weeks), he decided to try calling him again cause god damn it why not. He wasn't expecting a response, but at least he could say he tried.

• And to his surprise, Deku answered.

• At first, Rody just kinda sat there in shock, trying to process the sound of Deku's voice. And finally, weeks worth of emotions came spilling out and he just started ugly sobbing while yelling at him and questioning where he's been. Deku tried to calm him down a little, which only made Rody even more upset because how DARE you tell him to calm after you up and disappear for weeks without any sort of communication!!

• Knowing Rody's anger was justified, Deku told him he'd explain everything. And he did.

• He spent the next hour explaining everything that had happened to Rody. From the very beginning. How he was originally quirkless, how he got one for all, one for all's vestiges, the league of villains, All for one, Shigaraki. He explained everything, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders as he did so. Rody, though confused and confounded, listened intently.

• Once he was finished, Deku apologized profoundly for not telling Rody any of this, and how he just didn't want him to be put in danger. That's when Rody realized just how big the burden Deku had been carrying all this time, all by himself, truly was.

• "You've already put me in danger once before, hero." Rody said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. Deku let out an weak, involuntary laugh. "You didn't have to hide this from me...you listened to all voice messages right? I meant it when I said I was willing to listen. You really don't have to carry that all by yourself..."

• Deku really couldn't help but sob once again at the support he got from one of his dear friends. And hearing Deku cry, Rody said he was a crybaby while also starting to cry as well.

• Just like that one time, both of them started to laugh together while still crying.

I love them so much :(

[novvabee]

Just imagine poly!marauders x reader who decides to go on a holiday trip together but when they arrive there is the classic one-bed-trope (or maybe two and they argue on who gets to share the bed with reader) and she’s all shy bc even though they live together she never spent a night with them in the same room, specially on the same bed!

(Btw, are you planning on getting them together?)

hehehe soooo... I am planning on it, but for right now I live for the pining and the wholesome moments without them being together. anyways here is part 9.

And They Were Roommates pt.9

Summary:reader and the boys go on a trip, one bed trope, it's cute

word count: 1.9k

You and the boys decided to go on a little weekend getaway. You all decided to go to some classic touristy spots like the zoo and aquarium, which the boys definitely loved, and a history museum, which for some reason really fascinated James and Sirius, they stopped at nearly every attraction and stared in awe, especially when it came to the dinosaur fossils. 

You chalked it up to them being typical boys and found it almost comical, they acted like they had never seen some of the stuff.

After a long day filled with fun, you were in need of a rest. Luckily, you and the boys had rented rooms at a hotel nearby, knowing that it would be too far a journey to go back home at the end of the day.

After a quick bite to eat at a cute little cafe, you and the boys made your way to the hotel. It was a short journey, just up the road from where you had been spending the whole day.

“I just don’t understand,” Sirius said while walking to the hotel, “Those paintings, they were pretty, but why were they in a museum? They didn’t even move.” 

You laughed and continued walking. “Of course they don’t move Siri, they’re paintings.” you replied. 

Sirius opened his mouth, looking like he was going to question you, but Remus nudged him and shook his head at Sirius, halting him from asking any more silly questions. 

You reached the lobby of the regal hotel you were to stay at. Remus told the three of you to wait, that he would check in and grab the keys. You hung back with Sirius and James and talked about all the fun animals you saw. James was recalling a particular shark that he liked when Remus returned to the group.

“Uh, small problem,” He started, making the three of you turn your attention to him, “There's been a mix up with the rooms.”

You furrowed your brows, what kind of mix up could there possibly be? You thought you booked everything correctly. “What do you mean ‘mix up’?” you asked.

Remus sighed. “Well uh, instead of two rooms with two beds each, there’s two rooms with one bed.”

“Oh,” you said. “That’s not a problem, we can share, right?” you looked at the other boys. They nodded in agreement.

“Ok, how do we want to split the rooms then?” Remus asked.

“I’ll go with Y/N.” James said in a rush.

Sirius looked at him and scoffed. “That is like calling dibs on someone, you can't-”

“I didn't call dibs on her, I just said-”James interrupted. They began talking over each other.

“-Look, personally, I think it’s just unfair if-”

“-shut up Sirius”

“James kicks in his sleep.” Sirius turned to comment to you.

“Do not!” James defended himself

“Yes you do! Tell that to all the bruises I have acquired over the years!” Sirius shot back at him.

“Maybe I kick because you toss and turn constantly-” James was interrupted again, this time by Remus.

“Boys,” he said calmly, having had to break up these types of arguments many times, “How about we let Y/N decide who she wants to room with, yeah?”

With that, all the attention was now directed at you. “Oh. I don’t mind, I can share with whoever,” you said, not wanting to hurt anyone’s feelings by picking one person over the other two. 

Remus sighed and turned to the other two boys. He muttered something to them and they all agreed by nodding, then broke into a game of stick and stones. This made you giggle, so incredibly childish of them, but so incredibly amusing to you. You thought for a moment that maybe they were playing to see who would be stuck with you, that maybe none of them actually wanted to share a bed with you. But this theory of yours was proven wrong when Remus was eliminated and swore at the other two. You giggled again.

James and Sirius continued until Sirius groaned and threw his head back, James laughing in victory. He swung an arm around you and said, “Looks like you’re stuck with me tonight, love.” James grabbed one room key from Remus, and started to lead you two to your room. 

Before you made it very far, Sirius whispered to you “I’m not joking he kicks.”

You smiled and bid Remus and Sirius goodnight before making your way to your room.

James, always the gentleman, carried your bag for you and opened the door for you when you reached the correct room. You shuffled in and took a look around. The room was quite big and luxurious. 

The bed was king sized, so you were a little more relieved. You walked in and plopped yourself right in the middle of it. James set your bag down and looked around the room as well. 

“Oh uh, I can sleep on the floor or something by the way. I’m sure there’s extra pillows and blankets in the closet.” He said.

You sat up and looked at him. “No! Don’t be ridiculous James, I’m not making you sleep on the floor.” you laughed. “Besides, there’s plenty of room for both of us in this bed.” you pat the spot next to you.

James was blushing but trying to play it cool. “Ok, as long as you’re ok…”

You rolled your eyes at him but smiled. He sat on the bed next to you.

“So is it true?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Is what true?” he asked back.

You laughed and replied “That you kick.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “No… I mean maybe. How should I know I’m asleep.” he laughed.

“Have you and Sirius shared a bed a lot? I mean… for him to bring it up…” you said, trying to not make it seem like you were asking something too personal. You have seen them laying together often on the couch… you knew they were close and often brushed it off as something they did as friends, that they were just cuddling and affectionate. But know… know you weren’t too sure, with Sirius’s comment and all. Maybe they were more than friends…

James chuckled again and thought for a moment. Then he replied, “Yeah we have… when we were younger, in school, he would climb into my bed a lot when… well, Sirius doesn’t have a particularly great family. So when he would get sad or stressed or… I don’t know… if he’d have any feelings relating to it, he’d often climb in my bed. We’d talk about it, or sometimes just lay there, then eventually we would fall asleep.” he turned to you to continue. “Then when he was about 16, he ran away from home and came to live with me. For a while we only had one bed,” he laughed, “but we didn’t really mind. It wasn’t until Remus came to live with us that we all got our separate rooms.”

“Wait,” you said a bit confused, “Remus came to live with you too?”

James nodded. “Yeah, a little while after Sirius did. Remus also has… a complicated family history. So yeah… we’ve all shared beds but… I guess we just like to be close to each other.”

You felt so bad, so guilty for bringing it up. You thought that maybe… but it was actually much worse, sadder. “Oh…” you said, because that was really the only thing you could say. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bring-”

“Oh no! It’s fine.” James stopped you. “We're all the better for it.” He smiled.

You nodded but still felt a little bad. You hopped up and told him you were going to shower quickly. He said alright and that he would find something to watch for the two of you. Showereng, you still felt awful for assuming that maybe they had slept together, when in reality, they were just boys who were affectionate, and… ugh.

You dried off and changed into some comfy clothes, stepping out into the cold bedroom.

James was already in some sleeping pants and a hoodie, leaning back on the headboard, staring at the tv screen. “I found two movies we could watch either Jurassic World or Mulan, but if I had to pick… I’d wanna watch Jurassic World.” he said, looking at you with pleading eyes.

“You really liked the dinosaur exhibit today didn’t you?” you laughed.

“I really liked the dinosaur exhibit.” he echoed and smiled at you, turning the movie on.

You climbed into bed right alongside him, also leaning against the headboard. You two watched the movie and talked for a while longer before either of you got tired. It was midnight when both of you decided to sleep, knowing that it would be an early morning.

“Y/N?” James’s voice sounded from beside you.

“Hmm” you answered, trying to get comfortable.

“Is it ok if I take my shirt off?” he asked.

You froze completely. James was incredibly fit and you would be lying if you said you didn’t love the thought of sleeping next to him shirtless. But it was just like him to ask before doing it, to make sure he wasn’t making you uncomfortable at all.

“U-uh yeah go for it.” you stammered. Thank god he had already turned off the lights or else he would see the red hue staining your face. 

He pulled off his hoodie and threw it across the room. You turned onto your side, away from him as you heard him say “Goodnight Y/N”.

“Goodnight,” you replied.

You couldn’t sleep immediately, the one reason being that you were under the AC, which, after being in the shower, made you so much colder. You tried to pull the comforter up more, but James turned to you.

“You alright, love?” he asked.

“Yeah, just cold.” you said, trying to keep your teeth from chattering. James got up and found his hoodie from where he threw it and handed it to you.

“Oh no,” you began to protest, but it was no use, he was already bunching it up over your head. You gave in and let him slip the warm fabric over your body.

“Better?” he asked.

“A little,” you said as he climbed back into bed, truthfully, it did help, but you were still slightly cold.

You felt the bed shift, then felt his arms around you. If you weren't blushing before, you definitely were now. You made to protest, to say that it was ok and that he didn’t have to but before you could get a word out James shushed you.

“Shh, I run very warm.” he said sleepily, and it was true. He was like a human furnace, like a heated blanket wrapped around you.

You smiled and curled up to get more comfortable. You must have accidentally brushed James’s leg while doing so because he let out a yelp then a laugh.

“Why are your feet so cold!” he whisper shouted, making you giggle and apologize.

“I run very cold.” you joked. 

You both layed there, getting warm and dozing off. You wished you could feel it every night, it was like the sun was shining perfectly on you, you could get used to this. But he was your roommate and you didn’t want to make anything weird between you all, even if that meant never feeling warm enough in bed again.

i hope this is good... idk. also james got what he wanted from last part lmao

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[magics-neptunes-things]

Fire and Ice

Hi guys!

Yes I know it's me again! I got a request for a story with Leah, so here is a story with Leah.

I'm open to request btw :)

I hope this story will please you, I tried to stick as much as possible to the way I imagine Leah’s dynamique.

Part 2 is HERE :) and the chapter bonus HERE.

Thanks everyone ♥

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New to Arsenal, you’ve only been part of this team since this summer. You left Bayern Munich at the end of you contract and after some hesitation between different clubs, you finally chose Arsenal. Lyon would have loved to hire you too, but you felt that English football was probably better if you wanted to continue to evolve in your career. You're only 21 and hopefully, many years ahead of you.

You were scared at first to be honest, you know the team had a lot of players who already know themselves. But Lia was particularly welcoming to you, playing the role of a little mother. Frida, who is also your teammate in the Norway team, decided to show you her favorite places in London and Alessia who arrived at the same time as you quickly offered to do the exercises in training together.

In reality, your arrival at Arsenal was very smooth even if some personalities continue to impress you a little. For example Leah, Beth or Katie. As a result, you have very little interactions with them, as Leah’s injury has not helped to create a special bond with her. Even if she was present on the day of your presentation to the rest of the group, wanted to welcome you like the others.

You do, however, enjoy evenings organized by your teammates and you go regularly. Far from your family, you don’t know anyone here and it makes you feel less alone.

So here you are, in Leah's appartment with some of the Arsenal girls. You hesitated to come since Frida wasn't here, but Alessia is and hasn’t given you much choice to do otherwise. Leah was in charge of the cocktails and only gave Lia a smirk when she asked her what she put in it. You took the time to discreetly sniff the mixture before bringing it to your lips, pleasantly surprised by the sweetness of the drink. A little misleading though, because after two or three drinks, getting up to go to the toilet took a little longer than usual.

When you came back, you drop on the couch next to Alessia, trying to get back into the conversation. You became bit uncomfortable when you realize that the discussion has turned on the girls being in couple or those who are not. You are single obviously, finding it particularly difficult to have a long-distance relationship, or with one of your teammates. In the case of a breakup, you were always afraid that it would be too complicated for you to handle.

So you say nothing, hoping that hiding behind your glass will save you from possible questions. You are very naive.

"And you, Y/N? You never mention anyone, I guess you're single?"

Beth’s question makes you grimace and you find yourself nervously biting the edge of your plastic glass before answering a simple "Yes".

"Why that?" asks Beth and you just shrugs.

"We should make her up with someone" Katie decide and you can't help but laugh a little.

"I’m a little demanding about my partner"

"Not a problem"

You roll your eyes before taking a new sip of your drink, crossing Leah’s gaze. She seems lost in her thoughts, twirling her glass in her hand. Your eyes cross a split second and you hurry to report it to Katie when she speaks again.

"We should make you profil though. Like in a dating app"

"OMG yes, I going to take something to write!"

Alessia chuckles next to you and you can't help but smile too. You don’t really take this seriously, given everyone’s blood alcohol levels, you’re sure that half of this evening will be forgotten by tomorrow morning. So you decide to play the game with a smile.

"Ok, first question" Beth begin with a notepad and a pen. "What is your house in Hogwarts?"

"How is that even a question?" Katie answers with a disgusting face.

"It's not because you don't like Harry Potter than it's the same for everyone, McCabe"

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You let the two girls ask you questions for twenty minutes, ignoring the departure of several of your teammates. Now it’s just you, Katie, Lotte, Beth, Leah and Alessia.

"Are you a good kisser?" Beth asked, looking over her sheet.

"How am I even supposed to know that?" you ask, giggling.

"I don't know, it's your kissing skills, not mine."

You roll your eyes before answering.

"I've never received any complaints"

"Does it count?" Katie asked while looking at Beth.

"Not really. Is there anyone in this room who can testify to that?"

"What? No!" you laugh softly.

You, in reality, only have two relationship in your life and both didn't end really well. Football keeping you very busy, you maybe weren't a great girlfriend. But that doesn’t mean your first girlfriend’s infidelity should be excused, in your opinion. Anyway, the next sentence coming from Beth's mouth take you back in the reality.

"Maybe we need a sincere testimony from someone we trust…" Katie said thoughtfully.

"Maybe we can make her kiss someone here, now?" Beth answers with the same tone.

"Excuse me?" you ask with a certain concern.

But the two women didn't seem to give it the slightest care, continuing in their dialogue which makes you slightly think of Dupont and Dupond in Tintin.

"Leah is definitely the most experienced of us, she has a hunt board longer than the number of goals scored by Alexia Putellas at FC Barcelona."

"What the fuck?"

This is the first time of the evening that you hear Leah's voice, who had been content until then to make cocktails and dance in the kitchen with Lia and Caitlin. Both of Beth and Katie laugh at her offended face, finally out of their common monologue.

"Come on Leah, you have to kiss Y/N to help her finding love"

"Don't I have any say in this?" you say softly.

Beth’s gaze makes you realize that you don’t really have much of a say, but it’s especially Leah’s piercing gaze that you feel on you that electrifies you. Leah is a very beautiful woman and you must admit that if you hadn't been teammates, maybe you would have thought of her differently. But there is also her assertive and confident personality that can sometimes confuse you, you who is rather quiet and discreet, you are a bit like fire and ice.

But tonight, your eyes meet a few seconds and for once you don't look away. It's even finally Leah who looks away to look at Beth.

"Ok" Leah answers before getting up "But I'm not doing it in front of everyone. Close all your damn pretty eyes"

They all agreed without saying any word, Alessia swaping place with Leah on the couches. The captain waits patiently for everyone to close their eyes, before looking at you.

"You know you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, right? You're sure you want to?" she asks softly.

So softly that it surprises you at first. And you almost immediately feel overwhelmed by a wave of guilt, after all you are very well placed to know that Leah knows how to take care of the people around her. She showed it to you several times as captain of her team.

"I am" you simply answer, before adding "And you?"

"Hey don't worry about me. Go on" she gives you a smirk of her own and you smile back.

You feel particularly nervous though, becoming a little aware of the situation you’re in. Leah doesn’t seem particularly drunk, but you’re hoping she won’t be mad at you tomorrow when she realizes things. You wait a few more seconds, detailing her face and eyes looking for a trace of hesitation. But you find nothing and you finally decide to break the physical distance between you two.

Your eyes left hers and you look at her lips for a few moments, certainly looking at them for the first time. It doesn't last long however. Like a second after that, you close your eyes, your lips gently touching hers. At this distance, you can smell her perfume and shampoo. Her lips are soft and have the flavor of the cocktail she has prepared for you all evening.

But that’s not what’s calling you.

What's calling you is the way your whole body seems to react to a simple peck with Leah Williamson.

You feel like every part of your body is burning up and asking for more of Leah’s. And that's scared the shit out of you. That’s why you step back after a few seconds, wide-eyed, looking for an explanation on Leah’s face. But you can’t find anything and you can’t even determine the emotion in her eyes.

"Tell us when you're finished" Katie points.

Of course, you forgot about them. Everything that didn’t concern Leah directly had been completely zapped by your brain.

"Shut up. We haven’t even started"

Leah answers for both of you and you hardly swallow, not at all recovering from the emotions you felt. That you still feel. A second later, Leah grabs your face with both hands before kissing you. You don't lose a second before responding to her kiss, your lips moving together with an ease you have never felt before.

It's easy for you to get lost in this kiss, the sensations mixing so much that you completely lose the notion of things. Your hands slide over Leah’s hips and you find yourself sitting on her, your legs on either side of hers.

That doesn’t seem to bother her though, her tong easily finding access to yours. Your lips only separate for a few seconds, until you get enough air to start your dance again. And again.

You could have sincerely spent the rest of the evening - the night - kissing her, but one of them had to realize that you were going to get the attention of your teammates. It was Leah who put an end to the kiss first, snatching from your embrace as breathless as you. You don’t look away this time either when she looks at you, before gently pushing you away so that you find your original place on the couch.

You could have taken this as a gesture of reject, but the smile and wink she offers you when she gets up seems to be there only to reassure you that it’s not. You follow her with your eyes as she discreetly go behind the couch, leaning on her backrest, above where she was sitting until now.

"How is it possible that it lasts so long?" Alessia wines and you smile when you hear Leah's laugh.

The other girls open their eyes and the surprise appears on almost every face by discovering your positioning.

"Did you really think I was going to kiss someone to please you? Well everyone out now, I need my beauty sleep."

Rolling their eyes or grumbling, your teammates obeyed quickly. After exchanging greetings, you follow Alessia who promised to take you home. Still disturbed by these kisses, you can’t help but turn around while closing the front door hoping to meet Leah’s gaze.

You succeed, while she leaned against the central island of her kitchen. The same look as the one she used to look at you earlier appears on her face, but you can’t study it as long as you would like since you feel Alessia’s hand grab your arm, suddenly eager to find her bed.

[prostocupoftea]

Kinitopet Programmers AU

finally i am finished with this one, daaaamn

it is hard to draw pathetic men with midlife crisis when your style is mostly for anime boys

more info and sketch version under the cut!!

sketch version aka how it'll probably look like in comic version 'n some doodles

srry for my writing but i was too laisy to put it as regular text

It is a plot-based au, i already have most of the storybits and like... a vibe-chart (i tried to make a playlist for this au and understood that for different chapters and different characters that'd be a copleatly different music, sooo it's a chart now :) )

i will post a fog-o-wared timeline that im hopefully gonna reveal comic-by comic, but also maybe with just pure writing. Hopefully i can include songs that i chose for them into it but we'll see (:

aaand of course designs can change, hopefully not much but we'll see

Now about au:

Main story:

Story follows non-sentient AI Kinito, his creator Sonny and his beta-tester Victoria (oc)

Being literally the first AI (or RRA in-univere) ever, Kinito does not have any, and i mean, any ai safety features so of course his reponce to a goal phrased as "have user near me and/or interacting with me as much as possible" is digitizing them into his own virtual world while killing them in the process. why wouldn't it be?

So that happened. Like, a lot. And with Sonny and Vic too (at the different time but yeah)

Sonny is like "He kills people. We should turn him off because, you know, killing people is bad."

Vic is like "well, we will die if we do that, and it is not that bad here, we are kinda immortal. We should give him acces to changing his initial instalation code before admin priveleges and acces to social media so we can have everythin we want here. It is not that bad to digitize humanity, yk?" and yes i know it is 90, no social media, but shut up, if they made ai then, then i can make twitter then too

Sonny is like "...no??"

And then they fight about it for million chapters

Also they both can't do anything without agreeing bc they have two parts of that admin access key (the data you use to delete kinito in-game) so they are stuck with eachother (also that's why Kinito can't just kill them)

Little facts that may or may not to be important:

Kinito asks so many questions (and weird once too) and has most of the glitches because he needs to analise your responces to copy your mind perfectly (let's pretend that people wouldn't lie about that...)

Your house in your virtual world is made from important places from your memories and oh boy can i do character explorations with this one

I decided that Sonny and Vic are not related. There were thoughts about making then "The Kinito Brothers" (or, at least, siblings) that were mentioned in commercial, but nah, they are just coworkers now. And a bit of work-friends (bc if you interact a lot as a manager of the project and the best worker might as well be friendly)

Author has no idea how small dying toy companies that accidentally create technological marvel work. Author has some idea how AI-s work. So be prepared to be spoon-fed info abut which ai safety problem we are dealing with in which chapter (:

Kinito will mostly be unrendered (as drawn here) but for some cool moments i might pose him as for my other posts. Also his eye placement changes to the side that is most visible because i want him to be able to look to the right side sometimes--

Also when i say "fucked up mentally" i mean they have that them psychological problems with me projecting heavilly B) (guess on who i project most. trick question. all of them. the whole au is my problems split into three characters and forced to interact B) )

Also sea-creature analogies (that are gonna be mentioned like twice):

Victoria is a flying fish because deep character reasons

Sonny is a pufferfish because i said so

oh also there is 7 deaths in the plot as for now

on 3 characters

good luck figuring out who, how and when ((:

for my own sanity i will probably make little doodles where everything is great and kinito is a good guy and not a number-obsessed maniac (i mean... can u imagine not being able to feel any happiness from anything besides one thing... damn...) and you can differenciate them bc good-guy kinito will have a lot of stickers on him (i will explain it somehow but real reason is just bc it is cute af)

like this but even more stickers (he is unfinished here)

[cripplecharacters]

i'm debating giving one of my OCs strabismus exotropia. the work/story is YA SFF. part of my reasoning is he's one of two characters in the group who's the Brains, his specialty being history and languages, and his magic relates to mind reading and telekinesis, and i know too often characters with eye differences are portrayed as the opposite of smart. one of his big hobbies is reading and i know strabismus can affect it bc of focus/headaches, so i thought maybe reading/being fluent in braille could help him engage in his hobby when actual reading is getting on his nerves / refer to his amblyopic eye as his "permanent side eye" as he can be quite critical of others sometimes. his personality is being smug but normally right and very sure of himself (though not without his insecurities), he's seen as a bit of a Pretty Boy (handsome), and is the youngest of his group of friends so they do look out for and protect him a bit more. is there anything else i should look out for, or any way i may be playing into tropes i'm unaware of? he's also queer (gay) and brown (pakistani coded) if that helps any provide context, and has an antagonistic bickering but genuine friendship with another boy (the other brains) that eventually develops into a romance

Hello!

In general, this sounds like a perfectly fine character concept and there's nothing about his personality/portrayal that's immediately jumping out at me. He sounds like a well rounded character, which is something I'm very glad to see!

One thing I would like to mention is that, while braille may be a useful tool for him at times, it's not likely to be a feasible solution for his day-to-day life.

Braille books aren't like regular printed books, there are quite a few differences that make them much more difficult to use:

Size:

Braille books aren't easy to carry around. With the possible exception of some smaller children's books, most are pretty thick and VERY heavy. In fact, many braille books are split up into several separate volumes for this reason.

To put the difference into perspective, let's look at The Fellowship of the Ring (The first Lord of the Rings book).

A standard printed copy generally weighs around 1.5 lbs, give or take a bit if it's a hardcover. A braille copy of the same book weighs over 15 lbs.

This printed copy has 432 pages including pages for spacing, author's notes, etc. The braille copy has 873, not including any non-text pages.

The physical dimensions of braille vs printed books also differs greatly. While a printed copy of The Fellowship of the Ring may easily fit in a small bag or even a pocket, the braille copy is around the size of a standard three ring binder (In terms of length and width at least).

This is all to say that taking a braille book with him out on the go wouldn't exactly be a simple task and, because of how braille is read, reading on the bus or on a park bench or anywhere that isn't a flat surface without disruption wouldn't be a possibility.

Cost:

Aside from the problems with physically reading and using braille books, it's also very difficult to acquire them in the first place. Braille books are EXPENSIVE.

Depending on the availability of the book, the size, and the popularity, a single braille novel can go for anywhere from 50$ to well over 300$ (In Canadian dollars).

The hardcover printed copy of The Fellowship of the Ring mentioned before costs around 25$ (Again, in Canadian dollars). The braille version ranges from around 150$ to 225$ depending on the type of braille.

And if your character wants to request a less popular book, it can still be pretty expensive. There's a wide range of factors that can affect the cost and it varies so wildly that it's hard to get a reliable estimate but they could be looking at anywhere between 5$ - 50$ per page.

Although some libraries may have braille books and there are several virtual libraries for the blind with braille books, it can still get very pricey for them to build up their own collection.

Availability:

In part because of this cost, there is a very low availability of braille titles compared to printed titles.

If your character is into more popular books like Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, or some of the classics, they'll have little issues finding a copy.

Beyond that, unfortunately, they'd be out of luck. If a book isn't incredibly well known, it's a very slim chance of there being a braille version. Likewise, there's also very low chances of finding more recent releases.

Even one of my old favourites, The Perks of Being a Wallflower -- which was written around ten years ago and is fairly popular, doesn't have any braille copies.

While it is possible to get a book printed in braille for yourself, the costs of it can get quite high (As shown above) and it's not generally an option that people go for.

Durability:

The last point I want to make is that braille books don't last as long as printed books. Although braille is read with a light touch, the braille does get worn down over time.

Library books in particular are an unfortunate victim to this. Because so many different people are borrowing the books, they often get worn down much quicker. This can be because of new braille readers using a harsher touch when reading or it could be because of improper storage, either from the readers or from the library itself. It's less likely that somebody will notice when the braille is worn down.

The braille itself isn't the only concern. A lot of braille books are bound differently than printed books are and often use plastic for the bindings, which requires more care than the usual bindings of printed books. I've included an example of what a braille book may look like below.

[Image Description: A braille copy of The Fellowship of the Ring. It is open to a tactile map of Middle Earth. The binding is made of small, circular pieces of plastic, similar to a notebook of sorts. End ID.]

Now, this all isn't to say that he can't use braille books -- these are just some things to consider. And if you do choose to go in a different direction, may I suggest audio books?

Audio books have a wider availability than braille books do and are much less costly. There's also the added benefit of being able to take them pretty much everywhere with you, as long as you have one or two downloaded to your phone.

You could also go with having a balance of the two. Maybe your character uses audio books with his headphones or earbuds during the day and reads his braille books at home so he can give his ears a break from his headphones/earbuds.

Another option is large print books or e-books that allow you to adjust the font size, which could make it easier for your character to read them. There are also other strategies that he could use when reading regular printed books, such as covering an eye or using a bookmark to sort of box in the lines as he reads.

As one quick final note: Reading braille is actual reading! Braille is just another language with a different -- not lesser! -- method of reading it.

Hopefully some of this information helps! If you're interested in knowing more about the specifics of braille books, Blind In Mind's Braille Bookstore has a lot of great resources and their copy of The Fellowship of the Ring is the one I've been referencing.

Cheers,

~ Mod Icarus

[hellomynameisghostface]

Stu Macher Is DEAD!!

Hello yet again, "Scream" fans of Tumblr. It's time for another one of my opinions/rants. This is probably a super unpopular opinion but I also feel like the "Scream" fandom is equally split on it. Something that kind of bothers me is the fact that so many people in the fandom want him to return but I'm very against it for many reasons, personally. This post is basically just to get my opinion and feelings off my chest. A small declaimer before I start: I do not hate Stu. I actually love him and all Ghostfaces, for that matter. If you ask me, they're the best part of the movies and each one is great in their own way. Okay...let's get started. Why is Stu Macher dead? Because the original plan for "Scream 3" was to bring Stu back and be the mastermind behind a cult of Ghotfaces people hold on to the hope that he's still alive just because he was going to be for a very specific movie. Plans get scrapped and changed so this shouldn't be used to support him returning now. With that being said, the writer/director has confirmed his death. In the commentary with Wes Craven and Kevin Williamson for the first movie, one of them states "here's someone saying I'll be right back which mean he's going to be dead but he doesn't know he's actually one of the killers...but he does die at the end." You think this would be enough but apparently not.

Randy even exclaims in "Scream 2" that "Stu was a pussy ass wet rag..." He talks about him in past tense because he's dead. On top of that, NO ONE stop to think "oh, the Ghostface killings are starting again? Do you think...it could be Stu?" No mention of him possibly being alive at all and that's the first thing that should've come up in Sidney, Randy, Dewey and Gale's minds. However, people like to theorize that he faked his death and is in hiding but (respectfully) that is this dumb piece of fucking dumb shit accuse to bring someone back to a franchise just to please fans. You think THE Gale Weathers wouldn't know all of this? That Dewey wouldn't have been keeping close eyes on this case for Sidney's sake? The fact that Wes made three movies after this and made no mention of Stu possible being alive is proof enough that he is died with the original script for "Scream 3."

I don't even know how he would still be alive given he was bleeding out and said he thought he was dying from when Billy stabbed him. On top of that, he used the rest of his strength to try and take Sidney down. Then having a giant TV not only crush your head but electrocute you as you bleed out? Crazy that people still think he's alive.

All that aside, a reason I don't think his return would work is because they waited waaaaay too long. Could it have worked for "Scream 3?" Maybe. I still think it would've been a little lame given the lack of hints he survived in "Scream 2." However, if it was going to happen, the second or third movie would've been the time to do it. SO much time has passed with no talk around it within the movies that it makes literally zero sense to do it now. They dodged a bullet bringing him back for "Scream 3," honestly. Besides, if he survived that means Ethan survived and I know a bunch of you old school fans wouldn't want that. I feel like that was basically even the new writers/directors confirming that Stu is dead. They only hinted he could be alive because they wanted to watch you squirm. I know this because instead of officially naming the fifth film "Scream 5," "Scream V" or even "5cream" they chose to name it "Scream" then continuing to name their following movie "Scream VI." They loved to piss the fans off. It also got people to watch the film because for the past two movies everyone was so certain he would come back.

At this point, the only reason to bring him back is for fan service. Bringing back a past killer defeats the purpose of these movies and if you're sick of that, why are you still here? One of the main reasons I love these movies is because you never know who it could be and it's ALWAYS someone new. Bringing him back automatically confirms he's alive and a killer (or at least has something to do with it) and it's someone I've already seen do all this before. It would be boring. This fandom's always complaining about how all the killers are so obvious, how predictable the movies are and how they're always trying to carry the movies with nostalgia because they can't move on from the original yet...you want a killer from the first movie to come back and be super obvious? Make it make sense.

With all of that being said, I feel I need to say this again: I do not hate Stu Macher. I love Stu, I love Matthew. He did amazing in this role and that's another reason why he needs to stay dead. Sometimes you just need to let things be. Bringing a perfectly good thing back when it does not need to be brought back often ruins it. He left on a good note so lets keep it that way. LET MY MAN REST IN PEACE.

[our-heartless-angels]

I got impatient, so I'm gonna info dump my AU onto this blog and none of you can stop me. (It begins below the cut)

Content warnings: Talks of abuse, torture, death, manipulation, miscarriages, and (possible) mentions of self harm (if i get there ofc)

I was really inspired by Crisis Core when creating this au, and at the time I was looking at those "Hero swap" aus where Sephiroth and Cloud swap places. When making my au (with CC in mind), I decided to take that premise and completely flip it on it's head.

Thus, The Seraphim Verdict: An au where everything is the same except for Sephiroth and Cloud. Because of these two being the sole changes, certain events play out very differently. How differently, you may ask? That's what you're about to find out.

In this au, Sephiroth wasn't born from the Jenova Projects. I was inspired by all the angel motifs attached to the canon Sephiroth, so I thought that I would make him into a real angel. A seraph, to be exact. He's the main character of the story. Cloud, however, is a human-turned soulless demon who loves nothing more than to make Sephiroth suffer. He's the main antagonist, and instead of vowing to destroy the planet, vows to become its supreme ruler.

Side note: The remnants we're created when Sephiroth was four, as a result of physically splitting into three people, meaning they cannot exist outside of him, nor can he exist outside of them. He can separate into the three whenever he's put under stress that he can no longer handle, and this happens at random, so yes they used to be in SOLDIER, too. Hojo forced it upon them just as much as he did with Sephiroth, and as a result while Kadaj is mostly the same in behavior as he is canonically, Loz and Yazoo are fundamentally changed due to mistreatment by their peers. Loz is a lot less of a "no brains, only brawns" character, having wizened himself up and sealed away all emotions that weren't his rage, and has sent several SOLDIERS into the infirmary after getting fed up with being beaten by them. (Many SOLDIERs were paid to harrass the trio by Hojo "for their own betterment." He was also forcefully tranquilized out of fear that he'd kill everyone in the building if they did not stop him.) Yazoo regressed into an anxiety filled mess, refusing to stand up for himself, as he fears punishment. People deemed him the weakest link, and he's been a target his whole life, leaving him completely afraid of the world.

Sephiroth was created by many gods all at once, using the soul of what would have ended up being Sephiroth, as Lucrecia in this universe ended up having a miscarriage, meaning that Project S was a failure. Though because they used the soul of what was to be the Sephiroth we would all know and love (or hate), this seraph would have been made flawed in their eyes. He, as a newly created (baby) seraph, would have earned an extra wing. An extra wing that was a part of his more human-like appearance. They only saw him as a mistake that shouldn't have been made, and they dumped him onto Gaia, his Grace intact and everything. The gods thought their creation would have not been capable of survival in this fragile form of a child, and thus pretended he never existed, abd because of this, never made another angel ever again.

From the start, the seraph has known abandonment. From the start, he was fated to be alone. From the start, he lacked the love he deserved to have. That was, until a distraught Lucrecia stumbled upon the abandoned baby one night outside of Shinra HQ. Being worried for the child's safety, and holding that longing of wishing to be a mother, decided to take him as her own in secret, once determining that he was abandoned there.

In secret, she cared for him. She loved him dearly, and was completely enamored by his tiny, white feathered wing. Unfortunately, this didn't last very long, as one day Professor Hojo discovered him and decided to take him away without her knowledge. As she was returning to the child, she was distraught by his disappearance, and through grief she left, never to be seen again. Hojo, now in possession of Sephiroth, decided to write off Project S as a sucess, in an attempt to hide his true research.

Sephiroth has the same kind of childhood he would have in canon, though he was never really addressed as a person until he was around ten years old (in human years), and instead he was treated like a beast. Even when he started calling him a "he" instead of an "it", he never really treated him well whatsoever. Even if he was supposed to be his father, he never acted like one. Not once. Those abandonment issues and that separation anxiety he harbored ever since he was an infant only got worse the older he got, as Hojo often took advantage of this, and he purposefully had him isolated. Sephiroth rarely interacted with others in his childhood years.

Sephiroth would also experience everything he would come to experience in his life pre Crisis Core, and all the way up until he was an adult. Crisis Core does play out relatively the same, save for a few key differences.

Those differences were: He was lied to twice about what he truly was, Cloud's jealousy towards Sephiroth's position and perceived power, and the subsequent attempts to squander his good name which lead to him seeking out a power beyond himself to get his wish of power granted (by a demon who was thought to be a god), though at the cost of his humanity, and thus his slowly degrading sanity, the Nibelheim Incident was all staged (Sephiroth pretend to go insane) in an attempt to draw Cloud out, and have him show everyone what he really was, Zack doesn't get killed, and Genesis doesn't end up with Deepground

The events post Crisis Core are both very much the same and also very different. While Cloud was going around, and continuing to try and paint Sephiroth in a bad light through lies and deceptions, Sephiroth, who had newly acquired an ally in Vincent Valentine, are going after Cloud, as Sephiroth knew the truth behind Cloud's false acts of heroism. The two go out to Shinra HQ, where they discover the existence of the Black Materia, to which after promptly putting an end to Professor Hojo, set out to retrieve it before Cloud does. When they suceed, it would be moments before they come across Cloud (and his freshly manipulated group of friends). Sephiroth, who has been anticipating their arrivals, decided to hand the black materia to Vincent, telling him to leave and not return until he deemed it was safe. By the time they arrived, Vincent was long gone, and Sephiroth remained.

Cloud made an attempt to pry out the location of the black materia on his person? and Sephiroth, who wasn't exactly lying to him, tells him he never had such a thing in his possession. Cloud wouldn't believe him though, and after countless attempts at making him hand over something he never once had in this moment, beat up the seraph in a fit of anger before leaving him there once determining that he wasn't lying. Sephiroth not once fought back against Cloud, as it felt completely unnecessary. Vincent does eventually return, taking Sephiroth with him to where they were currently camping out, so he could tend to his wounds in a safer location.

That night, however, they would receive a nighttime visit from a very distressed Aerith, who sought out Sephiroth personally. She was quick to beg and plead with the angel, knowing that he was the key to her salvation. She asked him to send her back to the lifestream. To his shock at such a request, he vehemently refused her no matter how much she pleaded with him to. Aerith then told him everything about the mistreatment she suffered behind everyone's back through the hands of Cloud Strife. All the gritty details of his physical and mental abuse upon her were laid bare for him to see, and that was enough for him to (reluctantly) aid in her suicidal desires under confirmation that this was something she actively wanted.

Pretty soon, he was to take Vincent to meet with her at a place long forgotten to time. While Vincent remained stoic about this predicament for the sake of not worrying the seraph, Sephiroth's thoughts were all over the place despite his blank expression. He tells Vincent to hide himself in case Cloud's group decided to go and find her, while he went to prepare himself for this moment. He complies, and once he left, Sephiroth took up residence in a high spot and waited. Unfortunately, he still had his gripes about doing such a thing. He didn't have much time to dwell, as Cloud came over towards a praying Aerith, who looked furious that she left him and the others behind. Before Cloud could do anything against her, Sephiroth made his move. As he was inches away from taking her life, he sensed her feelings about this shifting away, and coming to the conclusion that she didn't actually want to die anymore. It was too late, however, as by the time she had second thoughts about it, his blade would pierce through her, and she would ultimately die by Sephiroth's hands.

He was absolutely horrified by what he had done. The trauma of knowing her final feelings were that of wanting ro live hit him like a bag of bricks, as he quickly withdrew his blade. He looked at her in complete horror and silence, as Cloud's anger rose. From that moment on, Cloud declared to Sephiroth that he will make him suffer tenfold for what he did to the cetra girl, and he immediately left to quell his rage before it got worse, leaving Sephiroth to be responsible for putting her body into the waters that surrounded him, a sombre tone suffocating him all the wile.

Zack Joins the duo a few days later, after he was satisfied with his visit to his family. While the death of Aerith remained fresh on Sephiroth and Vincent's minds, they refused to tell Zack about it. It was during the addition of Zack, that they came across one of the gods. A god of time by the name Chronos had come in search for the seraph they got rid of, a feeling that he was still alive having brought him there. He was the sole god who wanted him dead, and thus he finally came to fulfill such a wish. When the trio arrived, Sephiroth immediately told his allies to leave. While Vincent understood why, Zack however, had a much harder time understanding why he didn't just let him fight with him. Sephiroth told Zack that this was his payment for forcing all those assignments onto him in the past, and that he's doing this to keep him alive, to which got Zack to reluctantly comply, and they two went somewhere more safe.

The subsequent battle was brutal and completely unfair. A mere seraph going against a whole god was simply unheard of, and the seraph was very close to losing his life, though by a stroke of luck, he managed to pick up on the secrets to Chronos' underhanded tatics, and decided to use them against him, which lead to him out right managing to kill the god for the sake of his survival. Beatened and bloodied, Sephiroth then collapsed. Vincent and Zack return, only to see a dead god, and their barely allive leader. They were quick to grab him and retreat, where Sephiroth would spend a few days recovering (much to his disapproval).

Sephiroth, after fully recovering, decided the next thing they would do is to break out those who were pulled under Cloud's influence. It was time they knew the real truth. They then silently trailed after Cloud and co, one by one convincing Yuffie, Red XIII, Cait Sith (and by extension Reeve), Cid, Barret, and finally Tifa into joining them on their quest to stop the demon. Each person had varying levels of difficulty when it came to breaking them free, with Tifa being the most stubborn. Once Cloud was alone, he scoffed at the betrayals, deeming that this endeavor was better done solo, and headed to the northern crater on his own.

Once the team was finally assembled proper, they decided to take a break for the next few hours one day to get a clearer head, so they could decide together when it would be the right time to strike, leaving Sephiroth all alone with his own thoughts. He then spent the night alone with the highwind, thinking over all that happened in the past, and hoping that the future he sees in his visions wasn't too out of reach. Eventually, everyone came back together, fully refreshed and ready to take on their foe. The group soon sets out, and what happens is deemed a final battle they would never forget.

Soon after the events, and within the time span of two years, it would be proven that Cloud refused his own demise, and forced himself back into the world of the living. All he felt was hatred towards Sephiroth. This was when he decided to make him pay, setting out to find him. This then began a painful cycle of Cloud finding him, and taking him away somewhere. Sephiroth would then undergo bouts of physical and mental torture that no living human would be able to survive, let alone be left mentally sound if they happened to live from it all. It was a constant loop that eventually was broken up with Zack coming to his rescue (despite it being mostly too late, and the damage having already been done.)

This constant cycle would break down the once untouchable seeming man, leaving him as a broken, and pathetic version of what he once was. Gone were the days where he remained strong in the face of torment, for now he ultimately became soft and meek through his suffering. He became a shell of his former self from then on....

Oh yeah btw Sephiroth stopped physically aging around his twenties, so he permanently looks like how he does in Crisis Core, fun fact.

[myrtles-and-blood]

hello again, same anon here! :D thanks so much for that detailed answer but now i have even more questions- i hope it's okay T_T please tell me if i'm being too much i'll split them again, seemed handy to number them

i think i know what i want from relationship with lucifer and possibly other demons. what goal can it be? something trivial, something bigger, something intellectual, spiritual? learn a language? improve my mental health? emigrate to another country? stop feeling alone? like, i can think of so many possibilities-

if divination is the main tool of communicating… well then it confuses me a bit because you said that stolas can teach you astronomy. how is this possible through tarot or other methods? i suppose there's other options of talking to them, so that they can teach you things?

does being devoted to a deity mean/equal working with them, or are these different things? can one be devoted, but not working on smth with them?

i understood the part you said about praying, but i'll be a bit more... bold? and just tell this. i put my hands/fingers a certain way while praying. is it okay? it just feels like i mark those minutes as Real Praying that way

you said summoning is rude. but what if we reach an agreement? is it possible? can lucifer or any other deity give their okay to be summoned?

my social battery is really low, can i still do it? will lucifer/other deity understand this concept?

can he read my mind? i have impulsive thoughts that can be VERY rude

Hello again! The only problem is that it'll take longer to respond, but I like this! It's forcing me to do some research on certain things I never questioned before!

Long post ahead 👇🏻

One: What should I work in with my deity?

That is totally up to you, pal. It can be anything you want, I can't really say anything because it is a very personal decision. Although my recommendation is that you work with deities according to their domains. I wouldn't ask a plumber to fix my TV. I mean, he could try but I don't think it's going to help much.

Two: How can a deity teach me something academic?

Obviously Stolas isn't gonna show up with 10 textbooks and say "Okie dokie so let's start by basic geology and the history behind the current geological organisation of the world, and as I explain that I'll be explaining the evolution of the planet's biology to this day. And after that-"

Three: Is being devoted to a deity and working with them the same thing?

I asked Lucifer through tarot and what I could get through was: "First, this is a very good question and it's good to clarify this. But really, it works the same way as it does with any other thing. You have to put in your own effort, but we can lead you through the process of learning about that topic".

Now, I decided to ask Stolas for this, he gave me these cards: 5 of Swords reversed, Temperance, 8 of Swords, Page of Swords, 9 of Wands reversed, 6 of Cups reversed.

Essentially what I'm getting is that it works the same way you would do with any other topic. You have to put in the work and they can guide you along the way if you have any questions or needs. It's important that you know that no knowledge is going to randomly spawn in your head just because you asked, you have to work for it and investigate on your own. They are teachers, so they'll test you and make you do some assignments most likely.

I asked them because I didn't know, really. This was a pretty good explanation I think. See? Really good teachers. You have to practice divination like I said before because the interpretations I had to give to the cards made me do some baffling mental gymnastics to get to something coherent. Lately I've been very dense, don't mind me 🫡

I usually ask them though pendulum if my interpretations were what they meant and they both said yes. You can apply this to your practice too! Whatever works to give you some peace of mind.

Absolutely not! You can do both, just one, or none.

Being devoted is dedicating an important part of your life to the worship of a deity. It's next level worship, to be clear. Requires more responsibilities. That's why I don't call myself a devotee nor I will in the near future, and I think people should know the difference between those and discern if they can have that next level of responsibility in their practice. But that's my point of view.

However working is just what I said earlier, trying to get to a goal with a deity. Let's say the difference is that there is a purpose in working, but devotion doesn't have one specifically.

Again, you can do both, but they don't depend on each other.

Four: Is there a correct way to pray?

As long as you're respectful, no. What you say you do seems pretty cool. If that makes you happy and it works for your prayers, excellent! Prayer is a very personal thing that you can adapt to whatever your needs are, and it's between you and your deities.

Five: Can a deity agree to be summoned?

To clear things up a bit I decided to ask Lucifer about it. I told him about the question and I asked: is there a way you can agree to be summoned?

His response was (through tarot): King of Swords, 7 of Cups, 8 of Cups reversed. I interpret this as "Nope. Absolutely not. Really bad idea. Don't do that. Please don't. You'll get in trouble, it's extremely disrespectful, there's no other way around it. I'm telling you, DO NOT"

So I really don't think you should. Summoning is forcing a deity to do whatever you want them to do and trapping them. I haven't read much about the topic but the things I've heard about how they used to do it in old grimoires, it doesn't seem there's any agreements around there.

It's making deities your servants. I don't think any deity wants to be anyone's servant. I don't think anyone wants to be anyone's anything if there's no consent involved, really.

I think that the word you're looking for is invoking. When you invoke a deity you are calling them and telling them "hey, I wanna talk to you, you're free to come here if you want!". When you pray you're invoking them so they can hear you and assist you. The important thing here is consent. When you summon there is no consent around.

Also, I think summoning is just a really complicated and elaborate process that you can't do by accident. I'm not going to accidentally summon Lucifer somehow and have him trapped in my basement, that doesn't work that way.

That's what I know about summoning. I haven't read much about it because it is not something that I plan on doing ever, but it's an interesting topic of research.

Six: Can I still practice with very low energy?

Of course! I personally struggle with that and other things, and I still worship my deities.

They understand we are very diverse and have different capabilities. They understand that sometimes we need our space and they are the first ones to tell you that you should rest. They want you to be okay first and foremost.

Seven: Can deities read your mind?

I think it depends. Some have that ability, some don't. Remember, all deities/spirits are different and not all of them are the same type of deity/spirit.

I don't think Lucifer specifically can, but if he could he can understand that your intrusive thoughts are intrusive and not things you actually want.

Lucifer wants to shine light into those dark places in your mind for you to work through them. He finds all types of things in people, and intrusive thoughts are not the worst thing he's seen. I don't think a human can show him something that'll leave him dumbfounded. He's very old, very wise and has a lot of experience behind him. Even if he could read your intrusive thoughts I don't think he'll be offended.

Just to clarify something, actually offending a deity is not as easy as people think. You have to truly insult them to offend them. And mean it. Skipping some prayers does not really mean much to them, but insulting their whole lineage and work will get them pretty angry. Intrusive thoughts are called intrusive for a reason. You don't mean to think those thoughts, so it's okay. They understand.

So that's it! I hope everything is clear, and if you have more questions you're free to ask! Also thanks for asking, you're making me learn a lot too.

[detailtilted]

CHICON 2008 Request (and a tiny sample!)

This is a shot in the dark, but I thought I’d ask. Does anyone have a video of any quality, good or bad, that covers the below portions of the CHICON 2008 panels? I have videos for the vast majority of it, but there are a few small gaps annoying me and I'd love to fill them in. If you have something you’d be willing to let me use in my next set of enhanced con videos, please let me know. I would of course give you credit if I use them! Or anonymity if that's what you prefer. Even an audio file could be useful.

If you don't have anything but you're willing to reblog to increase visibility, that would be awesome too. I haven't had any success the few times I've tried to directly contact fans who were posting content back in these early days, so I don't think many are still out there, but I figure it doesn't hurt to ask.

Gap #1: The beginning of Jared’s solo panel, before he starts telling the story about his dogs sleeping with Jensen. I managed to find a very low-quality 30-second video near the beginning where he talks about the fan video that played, but it cuts off. The better-quality videos start just before Jared tells the dog story.

Gap #2: After the J2 panel, immediately after Jared finishes signing the posters and leaves the stage. The videos show Jensen clapping for Jared as he exits, but they cut off mid-clap. The next video picks up post-clap with Jensen saying, “Maybe we should wait ‘til he’s out of the room.” I think there are only a few seconds missing, not really enough to be annoyed by, but... 🤷‍♀️

Gap #3: At the very end of Jensen’s solo panel, as he’s getting ready to leave, he thanks the fans and talks about how many more viewers they've had that season. The last video cuts off before he finishes talking.

Other than that, I have a complete span of content for all three of their panels. It adds up to about 1.5 hours that will be split into 3 videos. I think the gaps are all short. I read through some fan reports and I didn’t see anything mentioned that wasn’t covered in the videos I have, so we're probably not missing anything big.

I'm only just starting the editing process on this set. so it will be a while before I have a new video to release. In case you missed it, I did publish the CHICON 2008 breakfast video earlier this week. Meanwhile, I’ll leave you with this tiny sample of one of the things I’ve wanted to do so many times while watching con videos.

I always go slightly bonkers when Jared and Jensen go off in separate directions on stage, because the camera can’t possibly follow both of them. I usually end up pulling up all the videos and trying to find one that follows each of them so I can flip back and forth between them. 🤣 Now I have the power to take two separate videos and show them simultaneously. This silly thing makes me very happy.

Context: this was at the end of the J2 panel. Jensen made a show of removing Jared's chair, and then Jared took Jensen's chair and replaced it with a smaller chair. It will be more coherent when you see the full video; I mainly wanted to highlight the split screen parts for this post.

[stephsycamore]

Hello friends. Yet another post on a topic literally no one here signed up for but the blog is about my hyperfixation of the month so here we are

I have been reading dramione. I know in my last post i said i was ki da over dramione after a couple of fics because i find the pairing too toxic but i only kinda lied because i have just reread the like 4 dramione fics i found and liked and now i will review them. Technically i have read/started more than 4 but i won't be commenting on fics i didn't like because that isn't fair to the writers.

The first one was manacled. Which i know what a fucking reintroduction to the fandom. But i am no young newbie. I used to read and rewrite A LOT of harry potter fic and while its still fuck jk rowling, she doesn't financially benefit from fic and i heard years ago that she doesn't like fic so. I hope its all a big fuck u to her.

Anyway, manacled. Wow!!! What the fuck???? It has lived rent free in my head ever since. I literally cannot stop thinking about it. If ever i reentered the harry potter fic world let it be known that it would be so i can write fanfic of this fanfic. A couple points - manacled is kinda overly long and would benefit from an editor/beta reader, but I heard senlinyu wrote it on her phone while nursing a baby and just???? Idk what her day job is, but that woman needs to be doing creative writing mfas, writers workshops, residencies, whatever. That is extraordinary creative talent.

I think the first part with hermione in the manor was a bit overly long and too torture porn ish. A lot of the scenes bordered into the unnecessarily gratituous. But overall, it was well plotted, well written, and gut wrenching. The last section takes my breath away

The second fic i read was Remain Nameless. And while i kinda don't love smut (it makes me a little uncomfy) i think remain nameless is a perfrct example of fanfic as a genre. Within fic, there are obviously genres, but there are stylistic elements and things that I think makes fanfiction a genre in itself. Remain Nameless is an exploration of character that goes beyond the confines of conventional or traditionally publish-able story structure. It is too long, too drawn out, too indulgent to be a traditionally published story. If i swap out the names and details in Manacled or Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in love (up next) out, its a probably close to a stand alone novel, but Remain Nameless relies on you knowing and already caring about Draco and Hermione. I don't mean that disparagingly at all, I just think sometimes people don't realize that fanfic should be different from traditionally published novels and that is a benefit of the genre. I think Remain Nameless is great. Its an indulgent, fluffy read that takes two broken people and slowly puts them back together again. Its like a hug in book format.

My next one is DMATMOOBIL!! I loved this one. And the author??? You cannot convince me that this fic was not written by someone with literal years of publishing experience in contemporary romance. No way. Its too good. Not just in a good writing way. Manacled is good in an unfiltered, raw talent way, but DMATMOOBIL is polished. The plot is perfectly structured and then each chapter within that is perfectly structured. I loved it. It wad witty, funny, heartfelt, and exciting. Not sure what more I can say about it. It reads like published fiction both in its polish and readability, and I think of all the fics I read has the best worldbuilding. It is truly exciting to read about the possibilities of magical and muggle science colliding in this book and bringing their world to the 21st century.

The last fic i read was Green Light by SereneMusafir. I thought it was so good but would benefit from being split into two maybe even three books. Green Light features a journalist coming to interview Draco many years after the events of the book, so that kinda complicates splitting it up, but as it stands, the story parts are too vast and thematically disparate to be one book. The first part has Draco and Hermione on an expedition in the desert to find a archeological myth and the writing is extraoridinary. Its poetic and cinematic. But I think at times it all tries to do too much. Like I said, the whole thing needs to be split up but each chapter also needs to be a bit shorter. Again, I don't mean cutting content, but rather restructuring. As it is, I read an incredible scene, but then there's like 5 more scenes of something else, and by the time I'm at the end of the chapter, I've kinda forgotten what amazing prose I read earlier on. Things get lost in this way. Beautiful passages buried.

I think two or three books would also allow each thematic section to be explored better. Idk i thought about this one a lot. I likely will not reread Green Light the way I have reread the others on this list, but other than Manacled, it is the one I think about most. Its the most ambitious plot wise and it kinda got lost in that ambition but I think it has so much potential and was over all very good.

Anyway. That is the end to this book review no one asked for. I will likely not be reading more dramione. So here ends that brief of excellent phase.

[amethystina]

Chapter 38 could have been the beginning of the end of Who Holds the Devil

(Slight spoilers for the chapter below)

The other day, as I was editing the chapter, my wife asked me if I was having another existential crisis (I was apparently making very worrying noises) and while I said no at first, I had to change my answer a split second later.

Yes, I was having an existential crisis.

Because I had just realised that if I deviated from my original plan for chapter 38, I could cut the rest of Who Holds the Devil in half. Or even cut so much as three fourths, if I felt like it. Sure, that would require scrapping the overarching storyline I've been building, throwing out a lot of the character development I've planned, as well as rushing through a lot of the healing/trauma work required for my original storyline, but it was possible.

Basically, if Ga On had opened that door, everything would be different. Or, for that matter, if Yo Han had heard him crying (which he didn't — sorry to those of you who hoped that he did). Because even if they had argued and Yo Han was hurt, he would go to Ga On without hesitation if he heard him crying outside his door. Because he loves him too much not to.

Point being, if they had actually talked there at the end of chapter 38, everything I have built towards would have toppled like one of Yo Han's card houses. Because Ga On would have said just about anything to right the mistakes he'd just made. And while that might sound like a good thing, it's not. Because Yo Han wouldn't take that as Ga On expressing genuine feelings for him, but Ga On panicking due to his abandonment issues. He'd think Ga On was just doing whatever he could think of in order to make Yo Han stay, including lying or gaslighting himself into thinking he's in love with Yo Han.

It wouldn't actually have helped all that much, is what I'm saying, because that's not a good foundation for a relationship.

But I COULD have done it. I could have cut down the amount of time I have left to spend on this fic so drastically that, yes, it gave me an existential crisis xD

Partly because this fic has become a huge part of my life in general — to the point where I'm not quite sure who I would be without it — but also because I realised that I was tempted. A part of me wanted to do it. Because every chapter takes everything between 10 to 30 hours to finish when you count all the writing and editing — though several times I've ended up closer to 40 (which is a lot while juggling a full-time job and long Covid). I've written 38 chapters so far and it has taken over two years. And I can't say how much further I will have to go — how many more chapters or years I'm going to have to dedicate to this fic in order to actually finish it.

So, if only for one evening, the thought of cutting it short was VERY tempting.

But, clearly, I didn't in the end. Partly because I still love this fic so incredibly much and I want to write it as it's meant to be written. Also, it would have felt like such a waste to throw away all those plot threads I've been weaving because of... idk, laziness? And I would have to force Ga On and Yo Han together before either of them are ready for it, which would result in a much more fragile relationship in general.

So, long story short, that's why Ga On didn't open the door. I know it may have seemed cruel of me not to let him while you were reading it but, if I had done it, everything would have changed — and not necessarily for the better. Not to mention that you would have gotten a whole lot less fic in the end xD

So yeah. I made the choice to stick to my original plan but, hopefully, it will be worth it in the end.

Thank you for your patience :)

[nerdieforpedro]

Movie Night

Part Three of Two Hearts by the Ocean

Javier Gutierrez x Abigail (plus size OFC)

This part is for teens and up - rating will depend on individual parts. Overall will be 18+ MDNI

Word Count: about 2.3k

Summary: Watching movies with Javier calms Abigail and they’re both able to enjoy each other’s company. However, a shadow looms on the horizon.

Warnings: two cinnamon rolls, possible Nic Cage movie overload, one kiss, mentions of harm to women and threats

Notes: We’re at chapter three and we got one kiss! 😘 They’re adorable. We’re setting a few things up also just having fun. Don’t worry too much about the tags yet. 👀 There’s a reason I’ve kept the overall rating 18+ and keep doing it individually. Special thanks to @angelofsmalldeath-codeine for helping with translations. I feel like I always pick the wrong version of the word. 🙃 It’s one of many goals this year.

Dividers are by the ever talented @saradika-graphics

If you’d told Abigail that she was going to meet a handsome man and be watching movies with him, she would have called you insane or told you that she’s watching movies in bed and those are the only handsome men she was seeing as of late. She also would have laughed very hard to hear that the same man had a compound and a private beach with his own movie theater inside his home. She sat on the couch with Javier, wearing yellow fuzzy socks that a maid had brought her in addition to some hot chocolate to go with her cake. She thanked the woman who gave her a quizzical look, and held her hand out. Javi explained it was to put their phones in a basket on the bookshelf so the blue light from the phones wouldn’t disturb the picture from the big screen. Abigail still wondered about the look the maid gave her and put it quickly out of her mind as the movie started. While watching, she laughed and pointed out that she recognized some of the actors and actresses from other shows. She became quiet again, realizing that it's a movie, you're not supposed to talk during a movie.

Javier was delighted to finally have someone else to watch movies with. It’s been months since Gabriella left and she had been his only friend in the home. Not that he didn’t have occasional lady friends over, but they were more interested in party boy Javier and not cinephile Javier. He answered Abby’s questions and listened to her comments which despite the movie playing, he didn’t mind because she was engaged and though her movie knowledge paled in comparison to his, it was fun hearing what she had to say. Slowly over the course of the first movie, he’d been able to inch closer to her. Javi even took a piece of her chocolate cake and she offered him a second one to which they split two more pieces. At the end of the first move, his knee was touching hers as they sat together and discussed if either of them had ever had a marmalade sandwich.

“I think it is only for Paddington, no? I may have some marmalade on toast or a roll but not just in a sandwich.” Javier chuckled. Abby nodded as she set the plate on the table before them next to her mug which she had finished quite a while ago.

“Yeah. I’ve only had jam or jelly and maybe some preserves on baked goods. Never marmalade. I enjoyed the movie a lot more than I thought I would. I wasn’t quite sure what I was expecting though.” She smiled and Javi returned it. He suggested that they could go for a short walk to stretch their legs before watching the second movie.

“Well if you enjoyed this one my dear Abigail, you will love Paddington two. I guarantee it.” Javier opened a patio door off the hallway just outside of the theater and they walked out together after putting their shoes back on. There was a small path next to the house that ran along a hill above the beach. The view was breathtaking. The water reflected the crimson, mustard and orange with dashes of pinks that dotted the sky. The pair stood as they watched the sky and Abby reached for Javier’s hand while looking at him, almost believing that he wouldn’t take it. He did not, opting to put an arm around her shoulders as they continued to watch the sun dip behind the ocean. It was a moment that she was content remaining in for hours. Javier’s arm around her as they watched the sun dip beyond the horizon. Her arm found its way around his back and settled on his hip. She was still nervous about touching the man and him touching her, but he was rather disarming. Or would one say inviting? His entire presence seemed to draw her in and whisper that it’s fine to touch, hold, and hug. More than even that aspect, was the sense of tranquility she sensed from him.

Javier was glad to note that Abigail appeared to feel safe in being in his home. He was concerned when he picked her up, but thankfully it worked out. She’s the first person in a while that he’s had a connection with over his interests. He wondered how he could make the most of her time here, in addition to figuring out the budget and such for the estate, he wanted to keep her close. His cousin wanted him to spend money to help wash ‘donations’ they received for their services. Things that Javier had a vague idea of what his cousin did but didn’t want to know the details. It was better he didn’t know. He couldn’t think of a better way to spend the money he’s supposed to then taking Abby out to see the island, he would ask if she wanted to. He was tempted to kiss her cheek, but decided against it as they hadn’t seen the second movie and he didn’t want her to think that it was the reason why he invited her to his home. Though her complement of his body had made him feel proud and fueled some other thoughts that would be pushed aside for now.

The pair went back inside and settled back onto the couch, only this time, Abigail sat right next to Javi and took hold of his hand. She liked the feeling of her small hand in his, plus it was warm like the rest of him. After they confirmed that they were comfortable, the second Paddington movie began. There were laughs, a few tears, several gasps and by the end after becoming fully engrossed in the film, both Javier and Abigail stood and cheered for the little bear coming out of his coma to be reunited with his family and his Aunt Lucy. Their palms were pressed together, swaying back and forth as they looked at the screen, the credits starting to roll. Abby and Javi were laughing, first at the movie’s ending and then at each other. It was a tad absurd that two adults were cheering this hard to a kids move some would say, but that’s what made it so much fun. To engage the part you may still have of yourself not jaded by the life lived. As their movements slowed to a stop, Abby didn’t let go of Javi’s hands as he expected.

“I take it you liked the movie Abby?” Javier asked with his trademark wide smile. He was well aware of the answer, but he wasn’t sure what else to say. Abby giggled and looked down at her yellow socks then back up at Javier. The day started out a bit tenuous but the afternoon and evening had been perfect. She tried something that had Javi’s lips form a small ‘o’ and lifted his left hand, kissing the back of it. Certainly not the kiss Javi had in mind, and it seemed more intimate as the warmth from her lips lingered on his skin.

“I did. Very much so. Thank you so much Javi. This is the most fun I’ve had in quite a long time.” Her smile had him move forward and close the short gap between them. Javier made sure to be wary of her body language for it seemed like she’d opened up to him a bit more. He thought of kissing her lips again, but finally kissed her cheek, his mustache and stubble from his beard grazed her skin and she released a quiet sigh. “I...um…should we…” Her voice was barely above a whisper, Abigail wasn’t exactly sure what she might say next. She was certain she didn’t come to his home just for such advances. They weren’t unwelcome, actually, much too welcome. She reminded herself that she’s supposed to be having fun and she’s going to see him later. Nothing needs to happen right now. Is she even wearing the right underwear for that?

Javier swallowed the thought first, pushing it back down. “We can watch one of Mr. Cage’s movies. I have all of them. I happen to be a very big fan of his. “ Their eyes met again and he knew he should sit back down, if he continued to stand with her, he would pull her over to the couch and that’s not been discussed at all, at least aloud. Via eyes and body language, however, they were loud and clear. Abigail walked to the couch first while still holding Javier’s hand and he followed her, though she didn’t pull him down. He sat next to her and they began watching ‘National Treasure,’ the frantic fun energy was replaced by a simmering heat between them.

The night rolled on as the movies continued. After ‘National Treasure’ the pair watched ‘Con Air,’ ‘Ghost Rider,’ and ‘The Sorcerer's Apprentice.”Though, by the last movie, both were nodding off on the couch, Javi’s head was on Abby’s shoulder and they were still holding hands as their eyes became heavier. By the time either of them woke up, they’d been asleep for a few hours, both with sore necks from the sleeping positions. Javi woke first and was worried that she was gone, except he felt his hand first and then looked up seeing her neutral sleeping face. They were still holding hands even while they slept, the wide grin on his face expressed his feelings on the matter.

“Mi diosa linda. Soy tan afortunado de despertarme a tu lado (My beautiful goddess. I am lucky to wake up to you).” He’s careful to move as he sits up and does not disturb her yet. He’s going to need to wake her but not yet. Just a little longer. If the moment could last a bit more.

“Ah-choo!” Abigail’s body jerks with her sneeze and she jolts awake. Her eyes blink as she looks around the room, her eyes adjusting to the light. She looks at Javi who’s holding in a laugh at her expense. She uses her shoulder and give him a gentle nudge to which he releases a roar of a laugh, she does as well and wonders how long they were asleep. There weren’t any clocks in the movie theater. No extra lights to allow for the best picture on the screen. “I’m glad I made you laugh, Javi. What time is it though?”

“I am not sure. I will go check, stay here and warm up a bit.” He stood and put a throw blanket over her legs, she pulled it closer and spread it out. “Did you want some tea? Um…” Javi thought carefully about how to ask, and decided it would be best to just say it. “Abigail. You don’t have to leave, You can stay the night. It is much too dark to drive the golf cart. We would not be staying in the same room. I can have a room made ready for you to use. Not just for tonight.” Javier placed a hand on the back of the couch and sat back down briefly, making sure to keep eye contact as he spoke. He was sincere and maybe she didn’t need to know that he already had a room ready. He could have also left out the part about it being not only for one night but he’s already said it. Not that he would ask her to stay longer if she didn’t want to. He would make sure she made it back to her resort safely.

Abigail was elated to hear that he wanted her to stay. She didn’t want to go, who would? If she can stay in whatever fever dream this was a little longer, she would take the opportunity. She pecked his cheek and nodded. “I’m happy you want me to stay, Javi. I kinda didn’t want to go. Not yet anyway. I should come with you. That way if you want tea or something else, you won't have to make trips or try carrying it by yourself.” Javier shook his head and insisted that she remain here, Abby sighed and agreed but did ask for her phone so she could text her friends and let them know that she’s alright, she’s just out for the night. She will be back tomorrow afternoon.

Javier happily made his way to the kitchen and proceeded to make some tea, though he’d forgotten to ask what tea Abby might like. He went with peppermint for the both of them and two spoons of honey in hers. She appeared to be a fan of sweets. The maid who’d brought the socks and snack entered the kitchen and greeted Javi. She asked if his lady friend was still here and he replied that she was. The maid nodded and informed him that his cousin may be back tomorrow or the following day. It depends when he finishes whatever business they had to take care of in Greece, for her safety, it would be best if she left tomorrow.

“For the record señor Gutierrez, she appears like a kind woman. Your cousin and his associates seem to like to harm such women. You’ll also need to increase your spending again. He’s been keeping watch. I… Lo siento, señor (I am sorry sir).” This particular maid was older and had been with Javier and his cousin Lucas since they bought the compound about five years ago. She’d trained many of the other maids that had come and gone, as such, Lucas had given his goons instructions to not bother her, though they did know where her son and daughter were and their families so she kept Lucas abreast of Javier’s activities when he was away.

“Tia Lupe, gracias cómo siempre (Thank you, always).” Javier said softly before kissing her a peck on the cheek and adding a spoon of honey to his tea as well. He’d need something sweet for the update he’d been given.

Part two. Part Four

Peeps who will watch the sunset 🌅 and a movie marathon:

@innerpersonunknown @trulybetty @tinytinymenace @maggiemayhemnj @megamindsecretlair @grogusmum @secretelephanttattoo @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @morallyinept @lady-bess @readingiskeepingmegoing @gwendibleywrites @avastrasposts @bitchwitch1981 @missladym1981 @anoverwhelmingdin

[booksdaydream]

The Lost and Found Part VI - End

*SPOILERS OF THE GAME HOGWARTS LEGACY AHEAD*

Characters: Dark!Sebastian; use of MC; GN!MC; Ominis Gaunt; with special participation of Professor Weasley and Professor Sharp.

Summary: Based on this post by @avadakedavravravra​. The End of our journey. Today is the day MC promised to cure Anne, but first they need to figure out what’s wrong with the room of requirement. There they find a malnourished Ominis and decide to put an end to Sebastian’s façade.

Warnings: mild violence; abuse (imprisonment, starvation); talks about death (Solomon, Ominis); impersonating; lying; gaslighting; non-con relationship (mention); angst; angst; angsttt; and sad because of Ominis.

Word count: 7,5K+ (a bit of a long one, promise it's worth it)

A/N: Hey y’all. This is the end. I’ll be posting a little epilogue, but you don’t need to read it if you don’t want to – it’s just Ominis and MC’s POV, a bit of fluff. About this one tho, was this one hard to write. My poor Ominis. He’s gonna be fine now, I promise. Let me know what you guys thought! (“Ominis” in bold is Sebastian in polyjuice).

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That morning was brighter and warmer than the prior days. The sun was shining welcoming, dazzling Sebastian’s eyes with only beauty. Nothing could have been anything short of a blessing for him the past three days, much was his joyful mood. His classes could have been boring, but then they were challenging – even if only to stay awake. Imelda’s chess competitiveness could’ve provoked him any other day but then it was simply amusing. Even Weasley’s exploding potion didn’t annoy Sebastian’s mood one bit. He in fact had to try hard not to laugh.

Upon convincing MC to cure Anne, he felt as if the world could be fixed. As if everything would be alright. As if he would be able to stop running against time in a mad search for a cure that didn’t seem to exist. But it did. MC could cure Anne. No, they were going to. So, he barely could contain his excitement. Restless and energetic. Seeing the world through pink-coloured lenses. In a type of mood that certainly made other students question if his portrayal of Ominis had gone mad. His nights had mostly been spent awake, his mind racing with the new possibilities MC’s act would shape for them. A future for Anne. Perhaps not a future for him, as Sebastian Sallow was a wanted man, but that did not matter. Anne was going to be free.

And then, he’d be free too. What would he do? Where would he go? What next adventures would he face? He lamented for a split second that MC wouldn’t be able to share these with him. Sebastian knew his plan had a timer. That he could not keep Ominis hidden forever. Even if he miraculously could keep him there for the next two years until graduation, Sebastian knew MC was too smart to be fooled for that long. They would realize cracks in his story. Besides, is not like he wanted to be Ominis for much longer.

The blindness, the body, the voice. He missed the scarn in his laugh and the control in his snickers that could make any of his competitors at the Crossed Wands tremble. He missed his less long limbs, feeling much more confident in them. He missed his sight, how much subtlety he could catch from those around him in a split second. Something Ominis could do but must have taken years to master. He would have some moments as himself, usually at night, when the Polyjuice potion was unnecessary – who would wake up countless times during the night just for a sip? Besides, how many more batches would one need if doing so? – then he would refamiliarize himself with his body, just to miss it again in the morning.

He'd soon return to being Sebastian. After Anne had been cured by MC. And, hopefully, far away from Hogwarts. Sebastian supposed that was the hardest part for him. Leaving Anne and Hogwarts behind. He had already mourned the loss of Ominis and MC, and a future they could’ve had together. He had already accepted they were not his friends anymore. Much less family. If anything, a part of him still desired revenge for their betrayal. All possible residual affections for them completely burnt by the flames of rage. But Anne.

She wouldn’t be alone, Sebastian knew. Even if his relationship with Ominis had been completely consumed by hatred, he knew Anne and Ominis were still close. He knew he’d take care of Anne. He would not have been able to cure her – this was Sebastian’s responsibility – but he’d never let her be alone. Completely alone. No matter how much he might come to hate Sebastian. That’s simply what kind of friend Ominis was. And Hogwarts.

The home away from home. Where Sebastian had spent so much time and learnt so much. Where he made friends and, also, enemies. Where he might have gotten in trouble a bit too many times, but also where he could bask in the light of forgiveness just as many. He’d miss the library, the dorms, and the Undercroft. He wouldn’t miss Peeves very much, however. That damned poltergeist. Hogwarts was the place where he found himself as a young man and as a wizard. Where he was blessed with Salazar Slytherin’s scriptorium and his secrets. Where he had found himself within the dark arts. And, likely, the place he was going to be expelled from.

Sebastian left the dorms that Saturday morning still in that awfully joyful mood – as any student would have described – stopping at the Great Hall to pack some breakfast and left for his first stop of the day. He checked to see if MC was anywhere in the Great Hall, Ominis’ wand searching carefully, but found nothing. He responded to a couple of good mornings and prepared a proper sandwich before leaving in an almost skip – one that Ominis would have had goosebumps hearing. Today was the day MC had agreed to come with him visit Anne and heal her. He remembered how nerve-wrecking it was to convince them.

MC had responded to his provocations on that day in a manner he was not expecting. With impatience and urgency. MC had always been calm and very gentle when dealing with Ominis, even more when Sebastian had spun them a self-loathing narrative. But something about their tone had made him himself antsy, hushing their conversation to its climax and pushing his real intentions a bit earlier in than he had intended. But it didn't matter, right? He got what he wanted. Even if MC did sound reluctant, they accepted helping. They were never someone to go back on their word. They were not going to start now. Not with the man they loved.

Sebastian approached the empty wall on the Astronomy Wing and the room of requirement door appeared. He heard the stone changing into wood and touched the hinges, opening it up. He stepped inside. Sebastian closed and heard the door locking behind himself. This room is made to keep Ominis hidden and provide to his most basic necessities. “It’ll soon end.” He voiced his thoughts out loud. Steps were heard from the other side of the tiny room, near the bath, approaching unsure.

“Oh really?” Ominis responded in sarcasm.

Sebastian smiled to no one in particular and walked towards the bed upon noticing Ominis at a safe distance. He put the sandwich bag on top of it while humming and nodded. “Aren’t you excited?”

“Excited, Sebastian?” Ominis scoffed. “For all I know you could be playing a trick on me.”

“I’m not. I mean it. Soon you’ll be seeing the walls of the Slytherin common room, not here.” Sebastian announced excitedly, as if he was announcing the best reward one could get. The walls at the Slytherin common room were much better than the ones at this tiny room, but it didn’t matter since Ominis could not see any of those. He rolled his eyes still unbelieving of Sebastian’s promise.

However, his nose caught the scent of something different. Ham. Cheese. Ominis felt his mouth drool. It’s been weeks… no, months, since he had anything but bread to eat. Could Sebastian be telling the truth? A meal to celebrate? Or was he bringing something different, tasty, to trick him? To poison him? Ominis felt his whole-body freeze in place, unsure of how to act. A prey ready for the attack of a predator. Sebastian realized the other man had stopped breathing and tilted his head to listen carefully.

“Ominis?” He called. He heard no thump, no gasp. Ominis could not have fainted, nor felt light-headed, nor hurt himself in those short seconds. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Is that a ham and cheese sandwich?” Ominis asked cautiously, his voice a couple octaves higher.

“Yes!” Sebastian laughed. That hearty laugh that Ominis used to love listening to. His heart stopped and he gulped, frowning so unsure of what was going on. “I told you; we are celebrating. This whole suffering will end very soon.” Sebastian walked away from the bed, leaning against the opposite wall, giving space for Ominis to approach the bed and the sandwich.

He did so. Slowly. Unsure steps were taken to the side of the bed, where he touched around until he found the packaging and the sandwich laying there. He felt around a bit more just to make sure this wasn’t a trap. Sebastian could hear the rustling and no chewing, so he chuckled.

“You know, if I wanted to poison you, I would have done it much earlier.”

“Shut up.” Ominis said. Sebastian laughed hearty again. And that weird feeling crept upon Ominis’ heart. He felt a shiver start brewing at the bottom of his spine.

He sat down near the sandwich and took it in his hands. He took a bite. A small one. Maybe he didn’t poison it but put something disgusting there. A prank, yes! But no. There was nothing. It was just a delicious, blissful, magnific ham and cheese sandwich.

“Good?” Sebastian asked upon hearing some chewing. “I should have gotten you some chocolate too.” He continued while taking a seat on the ground, still far from Ominis.

Ominis felt his eyes burn. Then his cheeks became wet. He held the sandwich away from him in his right hand and with his left he felt his cheek to realize he was crying. He bit the bread again. The salty taste of ham, with the sweetness of the cheese and the blandness of the white bread. Another tear silently escaping from his eye. He could feel his stomach growl, but he wondered if he was crying because of the hunger. Or because sitting there in half-silence with Sebastian made him remember all the times they were just like this. One of them eating and the other doing homework. Together, in silence.

It felt nostalgic. It felt safe. But if there was one thing Ominis was sure was that he was not safe. With that Sebastian right then in front of him, he’d never be safe. Never again. The previous version didn’t exist anymore. A version where it was normal to sit quietly and enjoy each other’s company. This was the only Sebastian left. The one that kidnaps his friend and tricks his other into falling for him. This was the reality of Sebastian now. And probably forever. Ominis could feel in his core that Sebastian had matured into this version and would likely remain like this permanently. He’d done far too many unforgivable things to return to that amicable, lovely young man he used to be.

Ominis could hear the same hearty laugh that he could distinguish even if it came from his own voice, but he knew that it simply just didn’t belong to his Sebastian. It belonged to a different one. A Sebastian that he once thought was lost to the dark arts, but maybe had actually found himself in them. Sebastian could tell him with all the joy of the world that he should be happy because this captivity would end, but the sorrow would remain. The damage had been done. If anything, Ominis was the one feeling lost. He didn't have Sebastian anymore. He had no idea what he was planning and was likely succeeding in doing – that was the only explanation for letting him go so suddenly, that he completed his plan –, and what it meant for his own future.

He felt defeated. He might being set free but was that really the ending to his suffering? Wasn’t that only the beginning of a different kind of pain? He’d have to mourn the loss of a friend that wasn’t even dead. A friend that decided to leave. To turn evil. To choose the dark arts above his loved ones. Above him. His family. Sebastian always said they were family – in moments of despair and quietness, always in a shy whisper, but that never made it any less powerful. A family that would never make him suffer such as the Gaunts did. But he was wrong. They both tortured Ominis. Just in different manners.

Halfway through the sandwich, Ominis devoured it almost in one bite. Hungry, tired, and wanting Sebastian to leave. His former friend, now worst nightmare, continued watching him eat. He stood up with a chuckle when he heard Ominis choke on the dry bread. He grabbed the cup he would give him water on and conjured some, offering it to Ominis. He grabbed his hand gently, to which Ominis – still choking – tried to push away. Sebastian insisted and put the cup on his hand. Ominis gulped the water and the other stepped away.

“Alright. I’ll be going. Next time you see me we likely won’t have such a nice exchange. So, goodbye Ominis.” Sebastian said, his voice light and still friendly, slowly opining the door. Ominis frowned feeling there was more to come. “It’s a shame you were such a bad friend in the end.” He finished darkly, resentment dripping from his tone. He closed the door quickly.

Ominis felt a surge of rage and threw the glass against the door followed by a scream that he guessed Sebastian couldn’t hear. This wasn’t the first time he’d done something like this. But, how dare he? Such a bad friend? Ominis had done everything he could to keep him safe. Sane. Unharmed. And Sebastian kept testing the line to see how far he could go. He crossed it. Ominis didn't let him. If anything, he tried to stop him. Again. And again. So many times. He was right. His Sebastian was gone. A shadow of him was left, completely corrupted by the dark arts. And impossible to be recovered.

Ominis’ tears now streamed down his face violently. Sobs echoed through the room’s high ceilings. He covered his face with his hands and tucked his knees against his chest, sitting farther onto the bed, back pressed against the cold wall. His feet were bare against the thin fabric of the sheets, safer there than on the shards of glass on the floor. Shards he couldn’t see. He sobbed onto his hands for what felt like eternity. He wondered if he wouldn’t dry out like a raisin. He felt the delicious sandwich, which he wished was a peace offering, come back to say hello. He tried to calm himself down, controlling his breathing and closing his eyes. He thought about MC. Their voice, their hands, their scent. He wondered if Sebastian meant it. Was freedom waiting for him? Or was Sebastian just playing with his heart? With his hope? Would he ever see MC again? That feeling of defeat returned in a new wave of sobs. He swore he’d cried more than then when he was made to use the cruciatus curse. Or maybe just equally as much.

He felt his shoulders tremble and slump, suddenly his resignation happening. He couldn’t bring himself to believe in Sebastian. He promised his suffering was ending but that their next meeting was going to be a harsh one. Maybe he’d kill him. Finish his misery. Then, yes, his suffering would end. Just not on the way he’d prefer. He felt himself giving up amongst his tears. He felt helpless, all this time waiting for MC to find him. Trusting they would never give up on him.

And yet, Sebastian was out there fooling them. Ominis believed they were smarter, that their instinct would tell them something was wrong. But until then, he remained lost. Lost to MC. Lost to Hogwarts. And now he was also becoming lost to himself. Ominis deep down hoped that MC would not stop looking for him. Because he needed them. He was sure they were the only ones that could find them. Ominis needed MC. Now more than ever.

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MC couldn’t avoid noticing how chirpy and happy Ominis’ had been the past couple of days. They had tried to approach him to ask for more time so as to investigate the room of requirement thoroughly, but his excitement was so palpable that they felt wrong in breaking it. So, they had visited the empty wall as much as they could between classes and whenever Ominis was somewhat busy – he was so distracted with his own joy that he had finally given MC some space. However, they hadn’t been able to figure out a time where the room was empty. Whoever was also using it, was in the room all the time. All. The. Time.

And that Saturday morning was no different. MC was able to avoid Ominis’ skipping figure at the Great Hall during breakfast, arriving to eat just after he’d left. They took their time hoping he’d find himself busy soon and left for the room of requirement half an hour later. But they weren’t very lucky. Upon crossing the suspension bridge, Ominis was coming the other way. They felt a chill run down their spine, unsure if then would be a good time to meet him. But the boy only smiled at them, tilting his head towards their direction, clearly having noticed MC. They couldn’t escape. Ominis called out to them in an unbearably happy mood.

“It seems you’re still very excited, Ominis.” MC pointed out with a giggle, trying to shake off their nerves. He giggled to them in return.

“Of course, we have something amazing to do today.” He smiled toothy. “About that, would at lunch work fine for you? We could eat something at the Three Broomsticks on the way to Feldcroft. Anne said the girls she’s staying with wanted to have lunch with her today. Not sure why bother since we’ll be coming around, but it would be rude of her to deny them. So, it’s just us for lunch.” He said slightly frowning his brows, clearly bothered but unwilling to elaborate. MC nodded.

“That’s f– fine. Should work for me.” They responded knowing full well they could no longer convince him to postpone the whole ordeal, but still not wanting to go through with it. They simply HAD to get inside the room of requirement today. Ominis smiled at them very sweetly.

“Great. I’ll pick you up–”

“No. It’s– it’s fine. We can meet up at Hogwarts North Exit and Floo together.” MC suggested to a frowning Ominis. They would likely be trying to open the room of requirement until the last second and didn’t want Ominis to find them there. They tried to convince him. “It should be faster than wondering the halls to find each other, I have some studying to catch up on with Natty so...” His face softened and he smiled understanding.

“You’re right. That way we won’t lose time walking around the castle.” He agreed. “I’ll see you there? At noon?”

“Of course.” MC agreed, succeeding in sounding half as enthusiastic as him. But that’d do. Ominissmiled at them again before brushing past, his hand touching theirs long enough for their fingers to interlock during a split second. A gesture MC would have fawned over if they didn’t have their minds racing with a thousand and one suspicions about Ominis.

They picked up their pace and continued their path, determined to open the room of requirement before lunch. They stood in front of the empty wall for what felt like an hour. MC paced from a side to another – a Sebastian quirk they picked up – and thought. Whatever was hiding there they needed to know.

There was no way the room was in use twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, right? If so, that meant someone had to be living inside there. And not be attending lectures. Unless their lectures were exactly the same as MCs, since they had visited during a free period the day prior. But if that was the case, they would likely be in need of living quarters. So, MC closed their eyes and thought about needing such. They heard nothing, so thought harder. The need for a bed, a toilet, a bath. Maybe some entertainment such as a bookshelf and a table for doing their assignments. They opened one eye, checking anxiously, to see an empty wall. MC huffed. They needed to have access to that room. If not to have alone time to think, to figure out this mystery. It was simply bothering them too much.

They wondered if they could perhaps need whatever was on the other side. Not the need the room was fulfilling but perhaps the person that was using the room. That way the room would have to offer them access to reach that person, no? Then at least MC could ask them about this nonsense of using the room all the time. Perhaps even offer assistance if they were hiding in the room from something dangerous. Of course, after they’d dealt with Ominis and Anne. MC tried again. They closed their eyes thinking about their need. The need to find whatever was on the other side, inside the room of requirement. The need to reach the person hiding inside. MC heard the stone turn into wood.

MC opened their eyes and smiled brightly as they saw the intricate designs of the door appear from the stone wall. The heavy wooden door showed itself for them finally attending to their need. To reach the person hiding inside. MC breathed in and out to shake off their nerves. They had no idea what kind of person was inside. They could be friend or foe. Could be a danger or be in danger. They needed to be prepared for anything. MC took their wand on their right hand and with their left held the handle, opening the door slowly.

They got inside a tiny room, glass shards crunching under their feet. They heard a squeal before they actually saw them. Rather, him. Horror filled MC’s expression before they fully understood what they were seeing. They could feel all the blood draining from their face as their eyes travelled through the room, absorbing the cold state of inhospitality, and rested on the cornered figure, curled on top of the bed in disarray.

The room was all made of the same stone from the corridor, both the walls and the floor. On the dim light of a skylight, it looked bluish and dark. The tall ceilings and the heavy wooden entrance door were an impractical contrast enormously standing in that tiny room. No larger than a four squared metre chamber. It had the simple amenities: a single bed with thin linen stripped sheets against the wall to the left of the entrance door, a toilet right in front of it and a claw feet white bath on the far end of the room by the bed’s feet.

MC had considered earlier such needs for someone staying there constantly, but they also considered other needs that clearly weren’t being met. Entertainment for a sane mind, for example. The room was tidy. Unwelcoming and cold. But tidy. If not, however, for the glass shards on the entrance near the bed. A danger considering the figure trying to make themselves smaller on the bed was not wearing shoes, they noted.

They also realized he feared them. MC approached him cautiously, unsure. They could feel tears start to emerge on the back of their throat. MC had recognized him. The person they had needed on the other side of the door. With a white shirt that seemed larger on his wrists than it must have been before. Dress pants, but no socks. MC had noticed his shoes rested near the bath, clearly not been worn for a while. Unnecessary to someone that probably didn’t leave that room in some time. In months, they realized. The tears threatening to fall, a hiccup caught on their throat. MC released a shaky breath.

Ominis looked up from his curled position, hugged knees tightly close to his chest and head hanging in between them. His eyes searched around, finally realizing whoever came into the room mustn’t be Sebastian. MC inhaled shakily in a gasp. Ominis’ cheeks had sunken quite a bit from the figure they would see every day, his high cheekbones very prominent in his angular face. He had deep bags under his eyes, indicating his suffering in that horrid room, and his lips were chapped. His hair was somewhat in place, but without proper care they were bristle and frizzy, falling out of place in strands. He tilted his face sideways, turning his ear towards MC intending to hear them better.

“Oh, Ominis…” They whispered, unsure if they were seeing a nightmare, perhaps a defence mechanism of the room of requirement for whoever was using it to keep people away, or if it was real. It couldn’t possibly be real, right? They had just departed from Ominis. And they were going to see him later that day. He was fine, healthy, joyful. Almost unbearably. There was no way he could be living in the room of requirement in these conditions, right? RIGHT?

Ominis didn’t let MC’s thoughts wonder too much. His face turned towards them quickly, his eyes were unsure but hopeful and a frown had settled so deep that Sebastian would’ve joked about it in the past. He unfurled himself and slowly approached MC. They let go of the door to the room, that closed behind them and locked. But they were both distracted trying to figure each other out. Ominis straightened his back, moving to an almost kneeling position on the bed, slowly approaching the end of it. MC shook their head, not wanting to believe their eyes.

If that was Ominis and not some illusion or magic trick, perhaps even a Boggart, that meant MC had failed in finding him. That whoever was impersonating him had successfully convinced them that he’d come out of captivity when in fact he was still there, suffering. Alone. And MC was frolicking, snogging a fake Ominis. Merlin’s beard. MC had played right into this person’s hand. And so miserably doomed Ominis to whatever torture staying here was for him. How could they be so naïve? How could they have not doubted more, searched more, questioned more? How could they had not trusted their intuition? MC put a hand on top of their mouth trying to choke a sob that they simply couldn’t control.

He reached the end of the bed and froze for a moment recognizing their voice. Ominis’ face relaxed for a split second before returning to his inquisitive, serious look. As if he was doubting his own ears. He had to, afterall he’d imagine MC showing up too many times. He had imagined MC in pain too many times. He had to be certain this was real. “MC” He called. Tears now rolled freely, hazing MC’s vision.

They couldn’t respond, scared they would break into uncontrollable sobs, so they just nodded violently and choked a couple of “Mmhmm Mmhmm”. Ominis’ eyes widened and he tried to close their distance, try to touch them, to make their presence physical and thus more real. But MC screamed.

“NO! No, Ominis!” He froze, one knee on the bed and his other foot almost touching the floor. “There’s a lot of glass on the floor. You’ll cut yourself.” They explained to which Ominis seated back on his knee and started crying.

His tears were silent, but this time he knew exactly why he was crying. He missed that. To be cared so nonchalantly, so casually. As if it was the most natural thing to be done. To not have to try to pry and force out of someone the little bit left of care they had for him. That Sebastian had for him. And that he knew Sebastian stopped having for him. He felt safe. As if everything was now going to be alright. As if he was finally being rewarded for hoping. For trusting in MC. He felt like he was suddenly able to breathe again. No need to worry, to question. No more voices to battle, sensations to avoid. MC was there. Finally. And together they were going to be able to get through this. He was no longer lost. He was found.

MC repaired with magic the cup those glass shards belonged to and settled it aside, wiping their tears away although new ones continued to replace them. They reached towards Ominis’ sobbing figure. He shook slightly, his shoulders going up and down when MC put their arms around him. They felt him sigh and choke on a giggle, his sobs too strong to be contained. MC was real. And Ominis was real too. Maybe too real, MC thought.

Their arms held his back, tracing his spine too prominent for comfort under his thin white shirt. MC rubbed circles with their right hand, while their left travelled to his shoulder where they held and squeezed slightly. There, with their thumb resting against his collarbone, they could feel his bones and the dryness of his skin. Ominis arms wiggled between them, finding MC’s mid-back, and interlacing his hands there. He pulled MC towards his body, as close as he could, trying to make sure that, yes, they were there. They sobbed together for a moment, embraced in the warmth of each other. Ominis seeking the realness of hope and MC the comfort of truth.

Until their hiccups had calmed down and the tears had started to dry, they both made sure the other was safely guarded within their arms. Ominis sighed shakily onto the crook of MC’s neck, and they slowly moved away to observe Ominis’ expression. Their hands travelled to his face, wiping the tear’s trails and to cup his cheeks. He smiled weakly at the soft touch and closed his eyes. Another shaky breath scaped him, a sudden tiredness weighting heavily in his bones. He wanted to rest. Properly rest. But first, he needed to hold Sebastian accountable.

Ominis opened his eyes with a determined look. His lips pressed thinly, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly. His cloudy eyes burrowed so deeply into MC’s that they wondered if he could see them. He took a deep breath, calmly. MC could feel the mood change and his conviction emerge. They braced themselves for what was to come.

“It was Sebastian.” Ominis weak voice confirmed MC’s suspicions.

They were transported to a couple nights prior. Sebastian’s voice coming from Ominis’ bed. Then, to their certainty that the Ominis they had been interacting with was a carefully curated version of him created in an angry rant by someone who knew him very well. At last, to the incident at Sebastian’s bed – he must have forgotten he was using Ominis’ face. MC was fooled.

“He’s been pretending to be you. Ominis’… I– ” MC confirmed, unsure how to apologize.

“I know. He visits me as myself.” MC mouth gaped. “You couldn’t have known. Sebastian’s clever. And no one knows me better than him.” Ominis said flashing them a soft smile. His expression turned somber. “I’m sorry about the things he’s done to you while you thought you were with me.”

MC felt their face flush. Sebastian had told Ominis about their encounters. Romantic encounters. How could he? How dared he? Even if he was using them, those moments were private. For an unsuspected MC, they meant something. They felt their eyes burn with a new string of tears but held them back. They had confessed in good faith. Even if it was to the wrong person, how could he use that against them? Against Ominis. The heat of shame quickly became anger. They couldn’t know which encounter he had boasted about but could imagine why. To taunt Ominis. To provoke him. To make him say whatever he wanted to know. Perhaps Anne’s location. Or perhaps just to make them suffer. Why was he doing this?

“Why?” MC asked painedly. Ominis cupped their face with his hands, trying to comfort them this time.

“Because we have betrayed him. We decided to turn him in. It was the right thing to do. The most painful, but the right thing, nonetheless. And he heard us.” Ominis assured, a painful tone in his whisper. “So, he’s decided to forsake us for his task. Of curing Anne, I presume.” He concluded. MC nodded.

“We’ve planned to go there today. At lunch. I’m to cure her with my ancient magic. For you… rather, for him. Since he’s you right now.” MC confirmed bitterly.

“Isn’t there a price for that?” Ominis asked, concern in his face.

“I’m not entirely sure. I don’t even know if it’s going to work. I couldn’t really get out of saying no… wait, you don’t know how it works? The pensive, Isidora?” MC asked. Ominis shook his head, frowning. “Of course! He never told you about it. He’s Sebastian, he simply knew of it because he was there. So, he asked me to do this knowing it isn’t completely safe... I’m such a fool.” MC lamented, moving away from Ominis. He reached out at them again, this time firmly grasping their shoulder and face. He tried to look into their eyes.

“You’re not. Sebastian had the knowledge of himself and the persuasion of your affections for me. In your position, I would have been convinced just as easily.” Ominis guaranteed, certainty in his voice. MC couldn’t help but feel a blush creep into their faces, maybe that meant Ominis also had affections for them. The real Ominis. They shook their head and nodded.

“You’re right. Now’s not the time to feel sorry for us. We need to stop him.”

“Precisely.” Ominis agreed. MC quickly stood up, Ominis’ grasp having absolutely no effect on them, ready to leave the room and face Sebastian.

They knew where he was going to be soon. Knew he was strong, and he’d likely have no fear in using Unforgivables, but it didn’t matter. MC was the best duellist in Crossed Wands, even better than Sebastian – the second best. They had faced trolls, poachers, and Ashwinders so Unforgivables weren’t something that scared them. Plus, they had ancient magic. They could easily defeat Sebastian. But could they?

He might have done terrible things but MC hadn’t actively seen him torturing anyone so it would be hard to imagine him being the monster he really was if he tried to play the victim. Those brown amicable eyes swearing he’d never done anything bad. He’d also be using Ominis’ face, thus attacking him would certainly make them hesitate and that hesitation could be their doom if Sebastian assumed a fatal offensive position. And, even worse, what if they could actually fight him?

If they could visualize all the pain he had caused Ominis, by looking at the evidence of starvation and psychological torture, or remember believing all the manipulation and, quite frankly, non-consensual relations he kept with them, would they be able to control their rage? Would they be able to bind Sebastian and arrest them, or would they simply end him there? Could MC be sure they themselves wouldn’t use an Unforgivable at him out of anger? But MC didn’t have to fight against the desire to have mercy or obliterate Sebastian, because Ominis made that decision for them.

“Not like that.” Ominis called, almost as if he could hear their thoughts. He stood and approached MC carefully. “We tried taking matters into our hands and this spiralled out of control, I think we should ask for help this time.” Ominis concluded. MC looked at him confused. “Take me to Professor Weasley.” He asked in an almost commanding tone, if he didn’t have that always soft manner to which he addressed MC. They nodded.

MC made him put his shoes and made Ominis hold their arm as they guided him to Professor Weasley’s office, casting a disillusionment spell on both of them so as to not be noticed. They moved swiftly and in silence through the corridors, slowly enough so the weak long legs of Ominis could follow. MC, being so close, could hear him heavy breathing. This was probably the most walking he’s done in months. But when they tried to stop, so he could catch his breath, Ominis urged them to continued. It was almost lunch. They had no time to waste.

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Sebastian crossed his hands behind his back, swinging front and back on his feet unable to contain his excitement. It was lunch time, and he was waiting for MC to show up on the Hogwarts North exit, right by the Floo powder. The other students avoided him, troubled by his overly excited mood. There was a small smile in his lips and his mind couldn’t help but continue wandering. Soon he’d be on his way to meet Anne. After many months, after the disastrous fight with his uncle, after her disappearance. Finally, he’d see Anne again. And everything would be put back into place. Of course, it wouldn’t be the same as it once was, but completing his quest of curing her was already a triumph that would allow him to rest easy.

But that meeting would be one made in secret. At least on his part. Anne would never know that Sebastian had visited her. Well, that is, if he was able to contain himself. He’d spent the whole morning wondering if he’d be able to, how he’d not act as Sebastian and maintain his Ominis’ façade. He feared that upon being around Anne he would not be able to control his urge to embrace her and not let go. To reminisce and plan for the future. To ramble for hours on end. Even more, he feared she’d realize he was not Ominis. His mannerisms, his tone of voice, his speech. No one knew Sebastian better than Ominis. And Anne. His twin.

He was scared he’d slip up but figured that the risk was infinitely small compared to the chance he had to cure Anne. She could hate him all she’d like – forever even – but he’d cure her. He’d free her of all that pain and suffering. He only had to fool her long enough for MC to work their magic. Sebastian didn’t want to believe Anne would disapprove of his methods, but he’d seen her look of disappointment before. On the catacombs, holding Solomon’s dead body. So, he knew she would not like his arrangement. He didn’t even expect her to be grateful. No matter. As long as she was safe.

He asked himself again and again if he was early or if MC was late, impatient to be on his merry way. Wishing quietly he had a pocket watch and the sight to read it. He took Ominis’ wand and twirled it in his hands finding his former friend’s habit quite calming. He closed his eyes feeling the rare sun kiss his cheeks and he thought about Ominis. The real one. Crying alone in the room of requirement. He felt a burning sensation on his chest that he mistakenly thought for a second to be pity.

Sebastian realized it was anger and questioned himself if he could feel any pity for his former friend. He had decided to abandon him. To leave Ominis as a happy childhood memory. Nostalgic and in the past. Because the Ominis of today was a traitor. Undeserving of pity. He scoffed to himself, upset at his own thoughts. If Ominis was useful to something was to convince MC. Their feelings for him were one day something that would’ve bothered Sebastian deeply. Even made him jealous. But today it was simply profitable. A convenient tool. And a delicious distraction too.

He licked his lips mid-chuckle. Thanks to those feelings, he was able to secure a cure for Anne and a good time. Sure, he had to work hard for that – Ominis and his damned etiquette. But their feelings were strong even before Sebastian started to encourage them. Clearly, not strong enough for them to realize anything, Sebastian thought darkly. It was stupid for them to share such a powerful bond of trust – so powerful to decide Sebastian’s fate together – if it was not strong enough to see through the lies, the manipulation, and the deception he had orchestrated. Rather, think they shared a powerful bond. MC never even realized they were snogging a fake Ominis.

Sebastian was awoken from his daydreaming by whispers. Small groups of students walking around the grounds ahead of him formed, moving slowly, and grouping into larger ones. He tilted his head towards the ground, his ear trying to catch any actual words from the whispers. But the grounds were considerable and the students avoiding him made sure to stay far away. Finally, he heard Professor Weasley’s voice, calling out something he couldn’t distinguish to Professor Sharp that only agreed. This must be what was causing the turmoil, he thought.

Two professors walking together must have meant someone was in deep trouble. He smirked to himself wondering if Weasley had caused a ruckus with a new potion or if there might have had some sort of fight somewhere on the grounds. Perhaps an accident at the flying class area, where students practiced in their brooms even outside of school hours. He held in a chuckle just imagining what type of scolding the poor bastard those professors were looking for was in for today. He turned around, not wanting to be associated in any way, shape, or form. He had important matters to attend today. Could not get into any trouble.

“Petrificus totalus!” Professor Weasley’s voice shouted, and Sebastian felt his body become heavy. He fell onto the ground with a thud, unable to stop his fall or to understand what was going on. Was he attacked by Professor Weasley?

He tried to feel around for his wand, but he had been disarmed. Worse. He genuinely couldn’t move. He could feel his eyes wondering, but with Ominis’ vision he was completely blind. No magic to help. His mind started racing. What was going on? Why had they used the Full Body-Bind spell on him? Had he done something? Oh, he had. Many things. But had they figured it out? How?

“This must be him.” Sebastian heard Professor Weasley say from a much closer position. He tried to move around but couldn’t.

“Students, please, continue with your day. There is nothing to see here.” Professor Sharp announced to the other students. Sebastian tried to talk, but his voice only came out muffled.

“You’ll have time to defend yourself, Sebastian.” Professor Weasley said in response, her voice stern but carrying pity. That there enraged Sebastian who tried with all his might to move around, free himself and even talk. Professor Sharp approached with a sigh, and they heard two distinguished cracks. Apparating.

“Right on time.” Professor Sharp said sarcastically. He moved towards the two new figures that were whispering to each other within earshot, so Sebastian was able to hear them.

“Yes, we’re to collect him. Hogwarts has already informed the Ministry but since he’s a pureblood, Headmaster Black insisted this to be arranged carefully.” A woman’s voice said discreetly in a whisper.

“Pureblood or not, he’s likely going to Azkaban. Killing his uncle with an Unforgivable and torturing his friend. Oh, and don’t let me forget the impersonating. Of a Gaunt, nonetheless! This Sebastian Sallow is unhinged.” A man’s voice responded in a half-whisper dripping indignation.

They had figured out. How? They knew everything. How? They knew about Solomon. How? They knew about Ominis being captive. How? They knew about the Polyjuice potion and pretending to be Ominis. How? He had enough time to think about this repeating question while one of the professors levitated him and the other rushed to the two aurors to hush them. He wasn’t sure who. They were likely taking him to the Headmaster’s office. He could only hope they were not parading him. Knowing Professor Weasley’s discretion, he was likely disillusioned. Too many sensations and angry feelings to have properly noticed.

The four of them and Sebastian’s levitating paralyzed body stopped at the opened Headmaster’s office door. And he heard introductions being made. Mrs. Stannis, auror. Mr. Rondor, auror. MC, student. Ominis Gaunt, student. Sebastian’s heart skipped a beat. All these thoughts about their bond not being strong enough completely forgotten. MC had found Ominis and freed him. While he waited like a fool for them to arrive. A beautiful date in the Three Broomsticks planned with a stop at Feldcroft to heal his sister on the way back. Bloody brilliant day if you’d ask him. Is that why they wanted to meet up instead of going together? Were they already suspicious? Since when? Planning something, looking for clues and answers.

Well, clearly, they found the perfect solution to their doubts. Ominis himself. The real one. He was found. And together, they had completed it. In a cruel joke of the universe, it came full circle. They completed what they had decided to do a couple months before. They turned him in. They had finished their betrayal. Sebastian was ultimately lost.

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[blueflipflops]

I see your Feanorians squabbling over Scrabble and I raise you Feanorians playing Uno and Mario Kart.

[Just finished exams haha. I'll just add the mario kart part later]

[This is from feanorians and scrabble, part 2, part 3, (monopoly)]

Uno with Feanorians operate on the premise of the rules being whatever you can convince the whole table are the rules. They had a whole Established Rules for Uno around family but sometimes Meadhros invites Fingon to circumvent this rule. The presence of a cousin makes the rules free game to rehash.

Discussion (arguements) over the rules often lasts almost 12-15 hrs and no one is allowed to start the game while there no Absolute Clear rules. (Which is half the fun in these games for them. I do believe that Ñoldorins think that banter and arguing for the sake of arguing is a very enjoyable pasttime and somewhat a game to them(Damn i'd sqy that they would LOVE a game of Werewolf then I remembered Finrod))

(This is also the reason Celegorm invites Aredhel to these games. To establish his own Bullshit rules.)

Betrayal between brothers were expected but when Fingon dropped Mae's ass with a +4, (on top of the accumulating +26 cards that had already gone a full circle around them, making it +30 cards) his brothers could almost hear his heart breaking. Mae wasn't able to control his face fast enough and his brothers are like a school of piranhas that can smell blood in the water from a mile away. In that split minute of betrayal, Maglor has somehow acquired a harp and started playing a lament while Curufin and Caranthir provides commentary like they're a narrator of either a drama reading or a nature documentary. The Ambarussa are doing backup singing in harmony with the music and Celegorm is HOWLING in laughter. He's slapping the table, teary eyed and at some point hit his side on the pointy edge of the table (Maedhros did NOT push the table. What are you talking about—) and now he's curled up on the floor. No one knows if he's still laughing or crying in pain.

The jeering would come to the point where Nerdanel would peek inside the room to ask what is happening and why is your brother on the floor? And suddenly fingers fly around faster than any arrows Fingon has ever released.

For some reason Curufin almost always have the best luck in this game with the Ambarussa right behind to him. He's so smug about that especially when Maedhros has the worst luck. He hates it so much. Everytime they play, they know what's going to happen yet Maedhros almost always go through all 5 stages of grief as the cards keep pilling up in his hands. Mae is surprisingly ( or unsurprisingly, considering) a sore loser. He keeps denying this and just cannot accept losing in a game of chance no matter how much he plans and schemes.

The Ambarussa gets so smug whenever they win because no way would Caranthir or Curufin would just lose. Maedhros would try but they all know how that would go. It would almost always end up in a showdown between those three on who could lose as many cards as fast as possible.

Whenever Celegorm invites Aredhel into these games, he always gets too into the high of circumventing the pre-Established Rules by inviting a cousin. Aredhel uses this against him. Whenever he gets uno, she uses all the plus (+2, +4), cancels, reverses or even flips just so he can't put down the last card. She'd peek at his card and change the color to something he doesn't have. It drives him crazy because in just a few minutes ago, she was targeting and taunting Maglor and Fingon with reckless abandon.

(He thought they were bonding!!!)

I played a game once where the uno reverse card would mean they could swap hands with their victim. So we would collect as much cards we can just so slam down a reverse card. We switch our hoard to two or three cards. It was so fun and so annoying. I hated those guys who suggested that. But imagine Caranthir suggesting this, fully intending to win. Except that he forgot one thing. That is Maedhros' luck. He was reminded of this when Mae suddenly dropped him 57 cards in a reverse card. And that was the one game where Mae won. Caranthir learnt his lesson and did not sit next to Mae next time he does this.

Maglor would claim that he doesnt care about winning but he is this close to punching Caranthir when he made that Rule. Celegorm is that little shit who swaps cards with him and he would put down a reverse to get them back. This would go on and on over the course of the game and it pisses Maglor off because he only does it to him!

Curufin wears a Crown of Bragging Rights every time he wins. They hate him so much for this.

(Feanor has similar luck in this game as Meadhros and Curufin had Nerdanel's so she doesn't play much unless Feanor does too. Because they have their own bets and deals between only the two of them. Feanor is just so deep into denial that he never learns no matter how many times he loses to her. He thinks he just keeps being distracted being so in love with her that he doesn't notice the cards piling up and no, she's not going against this theory of his. Their children know better tho.)

[ see more in the tag #feanorions and board games ]

[martymcflown]

Oh boy, okay. I just finished Veilguard. I'm going to split my thoughts into non-spoilery and spoilery. I yap a lot.

Non-spoilery:

In terms of enjoyment? I'd say a 8/10. I was emotionally invested in all the characters. I enjoyed the fight mechanics a lot as a warrior (we'll see how I feel in my mage playthrough). I actually felt a lot of motivation to complete as many quests as humanly possible, which is quite different from how I felt during DA:I where a lot of the time I felt like I was running in circles most of the time to complete quests that felt like they didn't matter (and I say this as a DA:I defender).

I do completely understand the critiques from people who say the lore is really lacking. I didn't personally feel like the rich history of Dragon Age mattered much during gameplay. Even choices that can be made in the beginning for your Inquisitor didn't seem to matter much for me (I didn't even get to see the partner I'd chosen for them, kind of lame). I've only heard tell of one variation that matters to the narrative and it's only at the very end. I wish choices like that mattered more, and that the sociopolitical aspects of the series had a greater impact.

HOWEVER, I'm also not as invested in the lore as others clearly are so it didn't detract enough from gameplay for me to say I was unhappy. More like, I think it could have been better. Most of my negative opinions are in the spoiler section though. So, uh. I do recommend this game! I think it was a ton of fun! I'm already playing through as a different character because I was itching to try different choices, even knowing the ending. This is definitely one I'll replay a lot, potentially even more than the last game which I invested hundreds of hours into.

Spoilery thoughts:

Complaints:

-The Varric twist had some emotionally impactful moments, but also I find it pretty cheesy and hard to believe? It was something I'd guessed early on because Varric never interacted with anyone else, but then I convinced myself it was too cheesy to be the actual twist. WELL.

-I thought the ending was pretty anticlimactic, all things considered. I'm pretty sure I got the "good" ending (I only lost one party member...well, two in my opinion because I count Assan as a party member). I guess I sort of expected something like DA:I where there's a celebration at the end where you get to have pleasant goodbyes, as opposed to just "Hey we're about to die but I love you kiss kiss."

-In general, the pacing of the game felt kind of bananas. I can't tell how much in-narrative time passes in the entire game, but if you told me it was only a week I'd believe you. I don't know if I have a great solution to that. Maybe some indication that seasons are passing, or maybe a wait time is necessary between certain quests ("We have to wait for the frost to melt before we can go through the Gate of Blorbus" or something). Part of my disbelief for the Varric twist in part is that NOBODY talks about his death, not even Harding? They've known each other for years. But I guess the breakneck pace is partially to distract you from that.

Random things I really liked:

-Manfred and Assan. I REFUSE TO BELIEVE ASSAN IS GONE, BYE. I also just realized some people have played a version of this game where you lose both Manfred and Assan. I'm so sorry. ANYWAY. Positives. I just think they're precious.

-Loved the environments. Dock Town was probably my favorite, but I enjoyed exploring every map I encountered. Which, big improvement on DA;I (where if I saw one more green expanse where I had to run for three hours to get to a quest marker I would have killed everyone in this room and then myself).

-Thought it was a great touch that companions would continue their conversations after a fight. "Where was I?" etc. It's a small thing but I found it really added to feeling engrossed in the world.

-I like that the companions all have relationships to one another and that there are little touches throughout the game to show they each think about each other. I know there were complaints that everyone...acted like friends? Which, I dunno man. Have you ever made friends? I guess to each their own but their bonds all made sense to me, as well as how the various pairings developed their relationships.

-Even if some of the gender identity stuff felt clumsy at times, I love that it's an option to explore. I love that being trans or nonbinary provides specific dialogue options or changes Rook's relationship to certain characters. I can't imagine playing the game as a cis Rook now.

-I thought there were some fantastic performances from a lot of the cast. I really liked my Rook's VA and was shocked at how moved I was at certain moments in the ending. I think the performances were a major contributing factor to how attached I became to everyone, particularly Lucanis and Emmrich and Taash for me. Oh man, and Harding during her personal quest? Amazing.

-THE LIGHTING!!!! SO GOOD!!!!

My romance with Lucanis:

-Loved it. This is one thing I really don't understand the complaints about, but maybe that's my asexuality showing. I found his character arc really moving and I think the romance added a really nice layer to that. Also, the fanfic potential of Lucanis falling asleep and Rook + Spite playing naked cards? Come on.

My friendship with everyone else:

-I think most of the companions had one really strong theme that carried through each of their narratives. Some of them connected more with me personally than others, but I enjoyed all the personal quests and I cried at pretty much all of their resolutions. I think the only one I found lacking was Neve's? But that's probably my fault for certain choices I made. I'm so sorry, Neve. I doomed our city for the sake of Crow bussy.

-Some of the writing for Taash's storyline felt a bit cheese. However, I'm coming at that from the perspective of a trans and gender nonconforming person who's consumed a lot more media that discusses queer themes than vidya games. So, Taash's storyline sometimes felt like "baby's first coming out", but that was probably for more general audiences who consume the game (and I think the complaints about the game being "too woke" are just...outrageously stupid).

[tsumiki-miniwa]

Interesting thought: Can robotgirls get drunk?

I will be separating this into multiple parts, which I will separate using large red text.

Like this.

Finally, I don't expect many people to read this. It would be hypocritical of me to expect that, given that I don't read a lot of other long posts.

If you really want to read this but don't feel like reading EVERYTHING, please at least read either the electric or hybrid sections since I think I like those the most.

Why did you think about this?

Well, the mental imagery of drinking from a gas station then being completely fine came to my head. But then I realized something better: Instead of being "completely fine", they're drunk. The logic is sound, to be fair: Supposedly if you have VERY strong alcohol - aka very dense ethanol - your car can burn it just fine. (Some Minecraft modpacks use this as a power source, but that's getting off topic.)

Well, obviously the answer is -

What kind of robot girl are you thinking? Because quite honestly when I first thought of this, I was thinking of an all electric robot girl. But there's more than just that. As such, this will be split into three more sections as I discuss the three possible kinds of robot girls.

All-gasoline robot girls

Ignoring special modifications, I don't think it would make sense for these ones to get drunk from gasoline in most cases. It would be akin to getting drunk from water. (There are actual human conditions which make your body constantly produce alcohol, but I already said "ignoring special modifications.) However, I can also see these kinds of robot girls getting drunk past 80% of a tank. Especially because being the only sober person in a room of drunks sucks.

All-electric robot girls

To be clear, I'd also like to include nuclear powered robot girls in this category.

When I first wrote this section, I said to ignore special modifications. However, this category can be split into two more sections: Those which can drink (anything, even water) and those which can't. For the first category, I'd like to just quickly state that if drinking water is dangerous then gasoline is probably dangerous for the same reasons.

For the second category: I think it would depend! If their body is specifically built to handle water, then gasoline could ignite (the core is probably hot enough to ignite gasoline) and melt the robotgirl from the inside, assuming it doesn't outright explode. If it's built to handle any liquid, then I think "any amount of gasoline makes them VERY drunk" is a valid idea! This also sounds like the most fun one, in my opinion! That's including all 3 categories, not just the all-electric ones.

Hybrid-electric robot girls

My first assumption is that these ones could safely drink gasoline. For some hybrids, I think the answer here is the same as the answer for the first category. However, for hybrids which are powered by ethanol (a safe plant-based fuel, and also LITERALLY ALCOHOL) I think gasoline could make them ordinary drunk.

That's actually a pretty reasonable setup, in my opinion! Let them get power from electricity or fuel, but also let them get drunk without putting in too much effort.

Revisions?

When I first wrote this, I hadn't considered all-fuel robot girls which can accept ethanol. However, thinking it through, I think my idea still holds. Hybrid-electric cars still have better range than full-gas cars, so it's reasonable to say they (both girls and cars) can get enough power from just ethanol. It might have to be VERY strong ethanol, though.