#that was a not-so-cool fact sorry it was actually quite depressing

[quaranmine]

firewatch y random cool obscure science facts that i didnt know anything about

honestly that's exactly what i expected LOL

[shipmansflannels]

"who asked first" with the yellowjackets

yay! I'm back! the decision to open a new blog just for yellowjackets wasn't easy at all, but since it's been a year since this obsession has barely gone away and I already had an extremely confusing blog with layouts and the like, I wanted to start over with this one. hope you like it. I'll make a very simple and small prompt first, and then I'll make the masterlist and the oneshots/fanfics. stay tuned! sorry for any grammatical or coherence errors, english is not my first language and I'm trying to improve!

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who asked first with the yellowjackets girls...

jackie taylor.

well, if we're going to be honest here, you definitely asked first.

of course, jackie had already been rehearsing for weeks how he would ask you out. but she's obviously a girlfaillure, so you definitely asked first.

it was probably when she least expected it. it could be at soccer practice, or when you were coming home from school together and you had the audacity to ask her to go out with her to some hypothetical and boring place in the middle of the street… whatever.

all I know is that this little loser was eager for you to ask, and she definitely rolled out the classic, "took you too long…"

shauna shipman.

again, you asked first.

shauna doesn't have the social tact to ask you out (she's just like me), and drunk is even worse, so you actually had to make the first move most of the time.

just like jackie, it could have been when she was at soccer practice, or when she was alone enough to vent to her journal and you were able to get close to her without scaring her. anyway, the thing is, shauna was already secretly expecting this to happen (a lot of her journal pages were about you btw), so it wasn't a surprise either when you asked her out.

despite everything, you didn't have any difficulties on your first date. she's pleasant company, I suppose.

natalie scatorccio.

one of the rare exceptions where she asked first.

okay, don't be fooled, either. natalie is very cocky from time to time, but asking to go out with you is definitely one of the times she tends to weaken. so, kevyn probably dared her to do it and she just took advantage of her cooler personality to use it on you.

but that doesn't mean it's a bad thing. in fact, it's kind of a good thing (and probably depressing for her) because she only felt like herself when she asked you. I see in nat a huge tendency to ignore some of her feelings, especially when it comes to people she likes.

the invitation was probably also full of teasing on her part, from body language to the words used for it. and somehow she made it look cool and convinced you to accept it.

things that only natalie scatorccio could do.

lottie matthews.

for some reason, I'm 100% sure you asked first.

I know many of us think of lottie as a completely carefree, liberal and often bitchy enough person to ask someone out on a date. but, if we count the pre-crash, I think she was a very insecure person and uncertain of her feelings, more due to the influence of the pills.

so, as incredible as it sounds, you asked first. it was in an extremely relaxed conversation between you that the invitation ended up unintentionally, and she was visibly panicked when she agreed.

lottie is probably the type of person who has a rehearsed speech in front of the mirror while getting ready, and with her enviable style and expensive clothes (some stolen), she would do anything to make your date the perfect date.

taissa turner.

she asked first.

taissa is confident enough to ask you out, I have no doubt about that. but she definitely spent weeks planning the perfect invitation, just in case everything went wrong and she needed to run (just like what happened when she thought about breaking allie's leg before nationals).

anyway, taissa would certainly ask first and it would be quite a surprise for you. taking into account that, from the moment you accepted, you would discover that van also knew about her friend's ideas, and later that half of the team also knew. it would be a shock because you wouldn't understand tai's intentions at first.

but none of them are necessarily bad. one, is that tai was really excited if you accepted, and her anxiety couldn't stop her from wanting to tell the world. two, because she was overly excited that you had agreed to go out with her, and wanted the world to know it as well.

van palmer.

as much as I would really like to prove otherwise, you asked first.

van has the same problem as lottie, but in her case, it's excessively because of the sarcasm jokes and high charisma. she thinks she's being too much for you and that asking for something like that on this level would end up scaring you away.

in the end, it's totally the opposite, but it's going to take van a long time to figure that out, specifically. the invitation would happen when she least expected it, probably when you were feeling confident enough to pass notes to her during classes.

it's a cute invitation, and one that van would hold in question for a long, long time.

misty quigley.

there would be no other answer. she asked first.

misty has no shame in admitting that she has a crush on you. and of course, to ask you out on a date, this shame decreases even more. she doesn't even care if she will be made fun of by her colleagues, what really matters is that she planned everything for you to accept.

and when I say everything, it really means everything.

from the moment she will slide up to your table and quietly ask if you accept, to the tone of voice she will use to persuade your brain to accept, to the place she will take you hand in hand and then let it slide. … she literally thought of every detail.

and, well, knowing misty quigley's ability to create plans, the whole thing worked out… until you figured it all out and admitted that you liked it even more, much to her surprise.

laura lee.

you asked first, of course. there would be no other answer either.

of course, not ruling out the possibility of laura lee asking first, given her hidden impulsive personality, but, in this case, taking the obviousness into account, you asked, and had to be careful with every line said in the invitation.

of course, it needed to be at a time when you were alone, because you were afraid that pressure from other people would make you feel suffocated. this, of course, did not happen. she thought it was a classic weekend outing, like you guys usually did, until she realized your real intentions.

and, truly, at no point did it make her feel restrained or scared. she was ready to be vulnerable and be herself around you, no matter what.

(but, if you casually ask lottie at some point, she will definitely claim that she saw laura lee rehearsing some speeches and compliments for you in the locker room mirror…)

[youraveragenicaddict]

Xavier Thorpe x Male Reader Headcannons

A/N  - sup my dudes, chicks and everything in between. I have risen from the dead aka depression and i decided to give y’all something i haven’t seen YET - a Xavier Thorpe x male reader ( cuz i’m a simp for dudes who look healf dead and tired as hell lmao) so enjoy :)) (if yall want me to write sum u can try submitting it but like i can’t promise that i will write it cuz im lazy af, but u can try ur luck lmao

First of all, I would like to imagine you’d be an Addams

And alternative like the rest of your family

When you run into him after you finished unpacking and left to find your sister, he wouldn’t give you much thought

And the fact that after running into him and falling down you curse, A LOT

‘‘Aw fucking hell man, watch where you’re going!’‘

And speed walking away after getting up

After that, he’d definitely be intrigued

Xavier is a sucker for alternative people let’s be honest

You would catch him staring when you’re reading and listening to The Cure or System of a Down

But then again, he’s probably staring at someone behind you or something, no way he’d be into you, a dude, right? And no way you’d be into him, out of all people.

That all changes after you keep seeing him in the hallways, you both are whipped for each other.

One day, you were walking to class and there were no seats left, except for the one next to him

Just your luck! ( Don’t lie, you’d be happy)

‘‘Hey, uhh, is this seat taken?’‘

‘‘Hi’‘

‘‘Is it?’‘

‘‘Uh no yeah no it’s not’‘, he stumbles over his words while moving his bag away so you can sit.

‘‘Cool, thanks, man.’‘

After that, you start to greet him when you see him, which is quite often since you both go to Nevermore.

Sometimes, you even start a conversation about art and other things, like teasing him about being in a secret club, which you definitely didn’t hear from your sister Wednesday.

Those little hi’s and hello’s turn into something else at the Rave’N.

Xavier is left stunned and speechless after your entrance. You were wearing combat boots, a beautiful black suit, and a fancy black dress shirt.

At first, you didn’t get along with Bianca, but after a heartwarming conversation about things you hate, you find out you actually have a lot in common, and she definitely notices your and Xavier’s mutual pinning, so she basically pushes him out of his seat to go talk to you.

‘‘Wow, Y’N, uh you look amazing, just, wow’‘

He stutters out.

‘‘Thanks, you look great too, can’t say that white is my favorite color but it suits you. Wanna dance?’’

‘‘Yes, yeah, definitely.’’

After dancing the night away, you decide it’s too stuffed inside so you leave to get some air. The cold night air never felt better. That’s not the only thing you wanted, you pull out a pack of cigarettes and light one. Ah nicotine, my beloved.

Of course, Xavier finds you and joins you on the cold ground after a few minutes, when your cigarette is smoked only halfway.

‘‘Since when do you smoke?’‘ He questions you.

‘‘Since I don’t know, it just happened. Uncle Fester offered me a cigar once and it kind of went on from there.’‘ You say smiling at him, which is quite rare.

Both of you sit in comfortable silence for a while, watching the stars and enjoying each other’s company.

‘‘Hey, may I ask you something?’‘

Xavier asks, clearly nervous about something. Without thinking, you put one of your hands over his, thinking it would comfort him, but it only makes him freeze.

‘‘Oh shit, sorry, my bad.’‘ You utter, sad when he pulls his hand away.

‘‘Oh no, it’s not that I don’t like it, you know, it’s not that I don’t like you, no I like you, uhm’‘ Xavier rambles on trying to find the right words.

‘‘What I’m trying to say is that I like you, I don’t know if I only like guys or girls or both but I know that I definitely like you, like I like guys, more specifically you.’‘

That wasn’t anything you were planning on hearing from him. You’re frozen in place, mouth agape just staring at him.

‘‘If it makes you uncomfortable I’ll if you don’t want to talk to me again and..’‘

You cut him off mid-sentence, pulling him by his tie into a kiss. At first, he doesn’t kiss you back, but after a short while, you can feel him ease into it.

When you pull back you can hear him utter a small whoa, which makes you slightly laugh.

Xavier is definitely smiling at you, admiring how beautiful you are.

‘‘Oh fuck off Thorpe.’‘ You scoff at him, slightly elbowing him in the shoulder.

‘‘You like me, you, Y/N Addams, like me.’‘ He retorts, grinning at you.

‘‘Yes, I like you, you idiot. Now come here, I want another kiss.’‘

[leoreadss]

London Memories - A three days story

As my moots and my friends know, I've been in a bad place lately, mentally and physically, and last Friday, I exploded.

Now, after many many hours of conversation and a therapy session, I have experienced what they call a 'depression meltdown'. I'm not going to share the details mostly because I did not recall living through the events of that Friday. Everything went black and when I woke up the next day I found out I had planned, I mean flights, hotel, bus transfer from and to the airport and a theatre ticket, to London.

As my friends know, London is my HEIMAT. I've been there three times this year and yet the last fourth one was not actually planned as I imagined. I have to say tho that I did a great job in organising the three days and the events and everything. Also, it was not the perfect time for a trip but the 'damage' was already done so I decided to, I'd like to say 'embrace the moment and be happy' but, I cried till the day of the departure and when landed in London something happened.

My brain went quiet. I was starting to feel present again, like in the moment. I even put some music on. I hadn't been able to listen to music for at least a week or two before the meltdown. Not even to cope with external sensory issues.

I started to feel like me again. I could finally see myself, in the mirror, with my own eyes, through my crowded thoughts.

I was able to write! I began a story that I'd to see as a picture book.

In the hotel room, I actually find my space, mental and physical, to be me. I was able to take care of some other aspects of my life that I'm finding quite challenging in this period of time.

I took so many walks. The cold air was refreshing and 'cooled' down my brain. I definitively function much better there, that's a fact.

vaya chapa jaja I don't know how to translate that lol

I'd like to share here some happy moments cause WTF I actually saw David Tennant!

First of all the weather! I love gloomy days but this, this was a surprise! A pleasant welcome

The walks. My feet still hurt but I'm so happy!

I don't know if you ever visited this street but knowing that was an inspiration to Wickber Street in the series I understand why the Aziraphale chose this location for its bookshop. It's crowded with all sorts of people from all over the world. You can, and that's what I like to do, sit in a coffee shop and just observe them. Observe life passing by.

This was in Tavistock Square, IYKYK. Here I had a strange encounter with a squirrel. I was taking this picture when turning around I saw a little creature in front of me. We looked into each other eyes and the (silent) conversation was something down the line:

Human (aka me): oh shit! Sorry. Hi little you.

Little creature (aka the squirrel): Uh they so me. Ehm. Act normal.

Human (aka me): *moving to the left*

Little creature (aka the squirrel): *does the same*

Human (aka me): Oh sorry. *is this the most English thing I've ever experienced* *moving to the right*

Little creature (aka the squirrel): Oh shit. Act normal. Maybe I should stop staring at them. *moving to the right*

Human (aka me): Please, after you. *stop moving and gesturing with the hand to let the creature pass by*

Little creature (aka the squirrel): *keeps staring staringly* Ok this was strange. Bye human. *runs*

Human (aka me): That was odd! *walks away but then turns around*

Little creature (aka the squirrel): *does the same*

FIN

and they live happily ever after, I guess lol

This is Hyde Park. Walk kicking the leaves was a child's dream! I felt like a 5 yo. I had a second encounter with a squirrel that thought I had food in my hand but I just wanted to say hi, so they sniffed it and hopped away with their fluffy tail.

I love buses! They're the perfect decompression place for me and an optimal observation deck from which to admire the city. I spot this one outside the Peacock Theatre. I don't know what was it for but the words 'To Our World' came to my mind immediately.

The British Library. This is the place where I can write. This is the place for my stories to come alive, for my pen to dance on the pace, for my thoughts to be free to walk before my eyes and tell me what they want to experience. This is the place in which my brain goes quiet. Entering this place it's like having a wee free man in my head that finally decides that it's time to tidy up the room, organize their books, iron their kilt, rearrange the furniture for better comfort, light the fireplace, make some hot tea, bake some lemon biscuits and singing out of tone Scottish songs. That's how my brain felt there.

If you are wondering, my wee free man's hair is red as hell and up in a messy bun.

THE NIGHT aka Macbeth!

I still can't believe I saw David Tennant!

The play was amazing, from the cast to the minimalist stage, the music, the light. Everything was perfect!

I had the chance to just ramble and say thanks for the autograph!

A little video of the moment he signed my copy and me being absolutely out of my body.

The Harold Pinter Theatre was a special place!

and that's the end. The last pic. A magical place in which, every time, I make a promise to myself, to be present, to hold on to that dream, to be strong and to forgive myself when I'm not, to keep writing, to keep seeking help, to rest when possible and to take good care of the body I'm in.

Till the next adventure!

Bonus content, I guess.

I took this photo and is it me or this hand is the Duke of hell's hand? Hands lovers do with it what you like.

[alpaca-clouds]

Do Adults Remember Being Kids? Or: Adults that do not understand kids make bad kids media

A few days ago I had a discussion with one of those male crybabies in their 40s, who are very butt-hurt about media not always being made for them. But that discussion kinda got out of hand, with more and more people chiming in. And this got me to wonder: "Uhm, do people not remember being kids?"

For context. Someone posted the scene from Thor: Love and Thunder, in which Thor shares his power with the Asgardian kids. The person posted that was like: "Can we all agree that this was the worst scene in the MCU?" And one of my moots quote-tweeted this with: "Yeah, how dares the movie made for children include a power fantasy for children?" At which quite a few nerds got angry with them for daring to suggest that those movies, they love-hate so much, are for kids.

And they went like: "So you are saying that Winter Soldier is for kids?" Which I personally found hilarious. While normally I watch most movies in the evening, for time reasons back in the day I watched Winter Soldier in the afternoon in a full cinema one day after release. And my then roommate and I were the oldest people in the cinema who were not parents that afternoon.

Because yes. There is a reason why Disney makes a point of making all the movies (other than Deadpool & Wolverine) PG13 rated. Which means that 13yos can watch the movie alone, and kids younger than 13 can watch it together with their kids. There is a reason why there are a lot of kids toys for those movies. Because it is for kids.

Now, to be fair, I argued all those things, and one of these professional crybabies ended up agreeing with me after a while. So, I guess that could have gone worse.

However, I also tweeted about it myself and one of my followers also noted another topic where this shows: Folks claiming that Shonen anime are like totally for adults, while... you know... while the official core demographic is "boys between 8 and 14 years".

That is a lot of preemble, I know. But... Uhm, yeah, I don't know how to say this:

Children are absolutely able to deal with dark themes!

They love them in fact. Because they are kids, and they like cool stuff.

Will they get everything about those things? Nope. But is it for them and will they love it? Yeah.

I mean, I remember a lot of those shows I loved as a kid. The reason Digimon Tamers was my favorite Digimon season from the moment it came out, was that it was the first season that took me as a kid serious. It is still a kids show, but it allowed for themes like death and depression. It allowed also for adult characters to exist and to be important in the show, which gave it a more realistic vibe, wihtout ever destroying the power fantasy for kids.

Or another show that was fairly popular back then in Japan: Ojamajo Doremi. A show with a core demographic of girls between 4 and 12 years of age. And this show deals with death, suicidal thoughts, bullying, sickness, children dying of sickness, war and so many other shows. But... You know, look at this show and try and tell me it is not for kids:

I am sorry folks, but kids can deal with those topics, as long as it is not too graphic and are explained properly within the show.

And to get back to the MCU movies: I am sorry, none of them is actually all that adult. It being a thriller does not make it "adult". I mean, fuck, the MCU does for the most part not deal with death as a topic. Because nobody bloody dies and stays dead. Those movies are very, very kid-friendly. It is the equivalent of taking action figures and smashing them together.

Sure, in some of the movies there are topics that kids might not inherently grasp (like the parenting themes in the Guardians movies and the historical context for Black Panther). But those are in only a few movies - and you can still explain them to the kids!

[ladyjuquia]

sorry if this is a bit invasive, but im just curious, I was wondering what made you like Tristan so much? also, which one did you like first, the one from fgo or the one from the original myths.

Hopefully this doesn't come off as rude or anything cause I'm not trying to be! if it does I'm sorry

Hey there! Thank you for your message! And don’t worry, it isn’t invasive at all! I get this Question actually quite often, haha!

Why do I like Tristan this much?

- It all started when I had my first FGO Account. It was a JP Account and it was back then when the Camelot Chapter recently released and the Tristan Banner was out. I went in the Banner blindly since I didn’t knew how anything works, haha. Then after Tutorial I rolled and Tristan was the very first card I got. I remember this well because I was so excited, haha. I asked my friend back then who this is and when I heard it was Tristan I was like „From Tristan and Isolde?!“ it made me very excited, since I knew the Opera. The Story of Tristan and Isolde is quite popular here! With that, Tristan became my very first Servant. I call it „Fate“ (no pun intended, maybe). Over the years I focused on other characters more but Tristan always stayed one of my favourites until it grew stronger. That’s why in my Yumeshipping it’s also Friends to Lovers. A fateful summoning where they liked each other from the beginning but love bloomed only after a while! So the fact he was my first Servant also already did a lot. Sadly I don’t have the original first account not anymore. But he came back quickly as you see in my current accounts!

In general, I love Tristans whole personality and especially how natural he feels. He deals with lots of Trauma and Depression and while his „catchphrase“ is „I am so sad“ that’s not the only thing he is. He is silly and funny, serious and cool, gentle and caring. To me he is everything I love in a person. I feel comfortable thinking of him, it gives me so many warm feelings. I am a Dreamer by nature and Tristan feels like he always lived in my dreams. Also I love how much research was done in his writing! Many people would expect only Malory or Wagner, since they are the most popular. But in Tristans Writing you can recognise all the different tales and sources. I think Higashide wanted to handle Tristan like Joseph Bedier which I appreciate so much! He feels like a love letter to the legend! I love everything about him, his looks, his way of speaking, his fighting style, his personality, he is perfect for me, in my eyes.

Which one did you liked first, the one from FGO or the one from the original Myths?

- To be honest, FGO. While I was familiar with the Story I always saw „Tristan and Isolde“ as one Story and never thought much about the characters separately. FGO was the first one where I viewed Tristan as separate character, I am really grateful for that. Analysing Tristan in my free time became one of my hobby’s, weird as it sounds, haha. I just love reading the sources and writing my own thoughts all over again. It’s lots of fun! So I am grateful for FGO making me meet Tristan and how FGO treats Tristan not just as part of Isolde but as his own Character. I appreciate this so much.

Thank you once again for the message! It was so much fun to answer it! I hope you have a lovely day!

[tadpolesonalgae]

Ive been gone so long 😩😩😩

Also.

IM SICK AND TIRED OF AZRIEL. at this point he should have died oml. Reader should hook up with Helion or Eris and ditch his ass. She goes to him for help, what does he tell her? "Your sissy gwuna wunna help you too 😣" OKAY??? AND??? SHE WANTS YOUR HELP BITCH. HOW DO YOU SEE THIS CUTE LITTLE FEMALE AND BE LIKE "whoopsies, you're depressed now. Im gonna blackmail you about your powers and push you to the brink of insanity BUT IM STILL GONNA PLAY THE HERO" Im sick and tired. SICK. and. DAMN TIRED.

Hoe like or no life on this bitch. LEAVE THE NIGHT COURT AND DIDDLE HELION. IM SURE HES INTO THAT. This man better grovel. Beg. Buy her a house. After all the shit he put her through.

AND IM STILL MAD ABOUT THE EARRINGS. LIKE EVERYONE ELSE WHO ALSO BARELY KNOW HER WERE GETTING HER COOL THINGS THAT THEY KNEW SHE WOULD LIKE??? I bet he eenie meenie minee moed it.

Anywho, Im getting all in my feels. Just wanted to say, you are creating the ATYD of the Azriel x Reader tag. Keep at it 😋

From a very distraught but proud,

-☀

‘IM SICK AND TIRED OF AZRIEL. at this point he should have died oml. Reader should hook up with Helion or Eris and ditch his ass.’

That is quite the whirlwind of emotions contained to just three sentences! Wow, okay I don’t even know where to begin with that 😭

I feel like having him pass away might be a bit of a harsh sentence, but I’ll leave that up for debate… The hooking up with either Helion or Eris…I dread to think what sort of drama that would land her in if she actually did either of them, but hey, it’s all fictional, why not theorise?

I think between the two of them (theoretically) Helion would be the better choice, since I don’t think Eris has allowed reader close enough that he’d be openly affectionate with her—which I think is some of what she needs, most of all 👀

Helion though, I think they would bond well, both with the scholar aspect and with Helion probably being much more open—I imagine it wouldn’t be too dissimilar from how her relationship was with Bas when they were still intimately sleeping together? And plus I think just reader getting to visit elsewhere is something she’d love to do after her trip to autumn and getting to see the different things 👀

‘BUT IM STILL GONNA PLAY THE HERO" Im sick and tired. SICK. and. DAMN TIRED.’

This entire paragraph made me laugh—your impression of Azriel is spot on, I must say 😭

‘This man better grovel. Beg. Buy her a house. After all the shit he put her through.’

Babes you’re making me sad ☹️ poor Azzie 😢

‘I bet he eenie meenie minee moed it.’

Not sure if this will help or hinder your feelings on the earring subject, but I strongly headcanon that out of everyone who gave her a give, Azriel put the most thought into his 😶

Because he knew that reader was fond of him so didn’t want to get her something bespoke or precious in case that caused her to latch onto him more, but also couldn’t give her nothing because that would have been cruel, so spent ages just thinking about what would be a polite, cursory gift he could give that would suffice without being extreme 🫣

That’s just a headcanon though, feel free to think of it however you like 👀

‘Anywho, Im getting all in my feels. Just wanted to say, you are creating the ATYD of the Azriel x Reader tag. Keep at it 😋’

UM? I’m so sorry, I treasure you dearly but I actually physically cannot accept that compliment. I’m not a Harry potter girl—I had to look up what atyd stands for—but the fact it has pages written about it?? That feels like an iconic piece of fandom history and as much as I love cbmthy, and even if I haven’t personally read All The Young Dudes, I cannot allow them to be compared 😭 atyd sounds like it is miles and miles above anything I’ve written or ever will write, but I’m so incredibly flattered that it even crossed your mind to form a compliment like that ☹️🫂🫂

[fipindustries]

(sorry if this is barely coherent, im coming down from being high on weed) now that im catching up with full metal alchemist: the good one, i get a really cool chance to compare and contrast the homunculus with the demiurges from ksbd and it truly is fascinating.

envy/gog agog: lets begin with my favourite demiurge, both have actually quite similar powers and both are technically worms which is really cool. character wise they are very different though, where one is this androgious sadistic sassy bitch the other is a completly deranged clown girl. i would say gog inhabits the sin she represents a bit better than envy does since she is the one who is constantly immitating everyone else and she is the one who desperatly wants to be admired and paid attention to.

sloth/jadis: these two on the other hand took their respective sin and went into completly opposite directions with it. while they do have in common the fact that both of them stayed pretty much at the sidelines during the entire proceedings, only to show up at the ending climax, one was sloth in the sense of the nihilistic academic who knows so much that is paralized by predetermination and the sheer wheight of her knowledge, whereas the other takes it in the more ironic direction by being this unstoppable hulking force who none the less is burdened by the hardest tasks by their own sheer density, the one who has the power to work the hardest and the fases being the one who is constantly tired which gives it a delicious ironic turn.

gluttony/mottom: gluttony went the more direct, obvious route of the fat guy who eats everything, he is kind of a dullard and kind of a joke and also kind of pityful (albeit one of the more disturbing by how dehumanizing is the way he treats everyone). whereas mottom took it in the direction of an ever exapnding ever conquering queen who bleeds words dry and who has to constantly eat to preserve her youth, trapped in a life she no longer wants, and yet continuing to eat no matter how full of it she feels.

wrath/jagganoth: both are actually pretty similar pretty direct warlords with a genuine poetic soul underneath (or at the very least hidden depths) but bradley is more the simmering, barely restrained rage of a profesional dictator who knows when to realease at the maximum tactical moment, whereas jagganoth is more the prepetually boiling caustic furiousness that burns everything in his wake, who hates everything, who just wants to destroy everything.

greed/mammon: i would dare say these two are the most different conceptually out of all the other sins, since one represents more the begging of greed, the bluster of a young man who has the world open to him and he wants it all for himself, whereas the dragon is more the place where all greed ends, alone, pathetic, depressed, having lost and sacrificed everything that truly matters in the world. the do share the fact that they seem to be the ones who are the least antagonistic/malicious to the heroes

lust/incubus: other two who are fairly similar, except one is a sexy woman and the other, in a slight detour from where this trope is taken, is a sexy man. another difference is that lust is at the end of the day not that deep of a character whereas incubus life is the one we have probably examined the most. the gimmick underneath him is that even though he shows himself as the most glamorous, attractive and seductive of the demiurges, deep down he is a disgusting leech like gremlin that lives in a pit of blood and mud, who came from shit and hasnt gone much further than it during his life. beyond that i would say incubus backstory is not all that tied up to his sin thematically speaking beyond the concept of the lust for power and the seduction of control. but that is certainly more that lust who, besides being a sexy lady, seems to be even less thematically realted to her sin.

pride/solomon: another two who are fairly different in execution. lust, much like sloth, takes it on an ironic spin by showing him as an arrogant prepotent child, which is essentially what everyone who has ever fallen to the sin of pride looks like, an immature kid. which i personally find really clever. solomon takes it on a more conventional direction by being a genuenly powerful selfrighteous formidable emeperor. although both of them are pretty tied on the "insufferably smug smile" department.

[turinspeachjam]

Steve drove for a while after ditching Tommy and Carol.

He should have realized saying that shit about Nancy and Jonathan wasn't okay. He shouldn't have let his anger get the best of him. He acted like his dad and the more Steve thought about it, the more obvious it was that Tommy and Carol had always encouraged him to behave like that. They constantly were egging him on, making him angrier and angrier until he lashed out.

He didn't want to lash out. He didn't want his so-called friends to encourage that shit. He used to be kinder, gentle. He used to be more like his mom.

It was that thought that made Steve pull over. He couldn't really see the road anymore, his vision completely blurred both by tears and the shiner Jonathan gave him. Steve couldn't remember the last time he cried like this; tears streaming down his cheeks, snot dripping from his nose, his breath growing quicker and more panicked. He felt like he was drowning.

Then someone knocked on his window and scared the shit out of him.

He turned his head to look at the intruder, hastily wiping the tears from his eyes only to wince when he accidentally touched his bruised face. It was some girl he vaguely recognized. They probably went to school together. He thought she might be in band, but he had no way of knowing unless he actually asked her. Then again, that might make the fact that she was an apparent witness to his emotional breakdown even worse. God, he did not need rumors of "Crybaby Steve" circulating the school, especially after his fallout with Tommy and Carol. Desperately trying to calm his breathing, with varying degrees of success, Steve rolled his window down.

"Can I-- Can I help you?"

His voice cracking nearly sent him spiraling again, tears welling up once more.

"Is there a reason you picked my front lawn to shatter to pieces or am I just that lucky?"

He couldn't tell if it was the bluntness of her words, the deadpan delivery, or just the fact that she had the audacity to joke about the whole thing. Whatever it was, Steve burst out laughing. He sounded hysterical to his own ears, but it was a hell of a lot better than crying. He tried to reign himself in when she started looking nervous, but he could only taper his cackling down into breathy giggles.

"S-sorry. I don't know why-y I'm l-laughing."

The girl snorted at him, shaking her head in exasperation that seemed both irritated and fond.

"That's fine. We'll start with something easy. Why are you on my lawn?"

Steve glanced away from her and out the window and, sure enough, his car was halfway on her lawn. He turned back to her, sheepish.

"I, uh, I couldn't see the road. Sorry."

She blinked for a few moments, her expression betraying nothing on how she was feeling. There were a few instances where she looked like she was going to say something and decided against it. To say the least, her silence made Steve increasingly nervous.

"Do you want to sit on the grass for a bit?"

She seemed hesitant to make such an offer, but he could tell it was genuine nonetheless.

"Yeah."

So they sat on her lawn.

They sat on her lawn for hours. Talking, tearing up bits of grass and throwing them at each other, just simply existing in the moment. It was the most calm Steve had felt since he started high school.

"I'm worried that I went too far. That it won't matter if I apologize to them or not."

"It doesn't matter if they forgive you or not. It's important that they know you are aware that you fucked up. Acknowledge that you were in the wrong and don't want to make that same mistake. It sucks, but it's what you have to do if you wanna make it right."

"Yeah. Thanks Robin. You're really cool."

"That's quite the complement coming from The Hair."

Steve groaned, knowing full well what that nickname indicated. He laid back on the grass, gaze fixed on the darkening sky.

"Hey Robin?"

"Yeah Steve?"

"Would you maybe want to be friends? I don't really have any real ones."

And what a depressing thought that was. It was true, though. Tommy and Carol have never been real friends, not in the way he needed them to be. The closest thing he had was Nancy and look at how that turned out so far.

"Are you for real?"

Robin sounded bewildered and it made Steve wonder how isolated he made himself out to be that anyone would question why he might want to befriend them. God, popularity ruined him.

"Yes?"

Now he was anxious that Robin was only humoring him. Of course she wouldn't want to be friends with him. He was a complete loser, just like his dad always said.

"Okay. Yeah. We can be friends, Steve."

The warmth that spread through Steve was lightning fast. It felt almost as good as when Nancy would sneak away with him to make-out at school. Maybe even better.

"Cool. Thanks, uh, for all of this. I didn't mean to just kind of dump my shit on your lap, but I'm glad we met. Yeah. Anyway, I've got apologies to make. I'll see you later?"

He glanced at her from the side, a shy grin taking over his face. She smiled back and gave him a playful shove.

"See you later, Harrington. Tell me how it goes!"

Steve rushed back to his car, determination settling in his gut. He'd apologize to Jonathan first. It was only right.

***

Robin wouldn't go as far as to say that she was worried, but she was definitely curious. A tad concerned maybe. It was just that Steve hadn't been to class for the last three days. Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers hadn't either and perhaps that was why Robin found herself anxious. After all, Barb Holland and Will Byers went missing recently. Who's to say the same thing couldn't have happened to those three?

Robin smacked her cheeks a few times. There was no sense in getting worked up by worst case scenarios. She'd get the facts, one way or another, even if it meant venturing all the way to Loch Nora to find Steve.

That plan turned out to be wholly unnecessary because Steve walked into class right as she had that thought. He looked a little twitchy, his eyes flicking across the classroom like they anticipated danger. It wasn't long before he clocked Robin. She waved and the smile that blossomed on his face was so bright she thought she was going to need sunglasses.

He went straight for his seat right in front of hers and immediately situated himself so that he was facing her.

"Hey Robin!"

"Hey yourself! Did everything go okay? I haven't seen you in class."

He studied his hands for a moment, a distant look passing through his eyes like he was remembering something, before he smiled ruefully at her.

"Yeah. Everything went okay. I would've come in yesterday, but my mom wanted me to rest at home. Wasn't feeling too good. I'm here now though! Ready to actually pay attention for once."

Robin snorted right as their English teacher entered the classroom. Steve spun around quickly to face the front, but every so often he turn his head halfway toward hers and make faces at her. She shoved him every time, a smile playing across her face.

Steve Harrington was a wild card, but Robin had a gut feeling that they'd be good for each other.

***

Happy Platonic Stobin Month! I have no idea how much I'm actually going to participate, but I did write this thing! So I hope y'all enjoy! (Prompts 1 & 20: Alternate Meeting/1983)

[weasleys-wizard-writes]

i know your requests are open for the prompts but I just saw this post that would make a really cute imagine: george x reader in the shower. Reader washes geroge's hair and kisses his back etc just something cute could turn into smut if you feel like it but yeah !

Waiting on a Magpie

George Weasley x Reader

I expanded upon this idea quite a bit, so I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted, anon, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

This was a lot of fun to write, and this ask gave me a lot of inspiration, so if anyone wants to see more fics about this particular George and Y/n let me know and I might turn it into a series about various important moments within their life together and the consistent presence their strangely familiar magpie friend :)

Genre: Fluff, Minor Angst

Content Warnings: 

Slight angst

Mentions of death

Mentions of depression

Mentions of grief

Word Count: 6,629

This day of the year was never an easy day for George, in fact, it was never really an easy day for any member of the Weasley family. Five years ago on this very day, Frederick Gideon Weasley went to fight in a war that he would not survive, leaving his friends and family to mourn him for years to come. Everyone who knew Fred took the news of his death hard, but no one took it harder than George. It had taken you six months to get him to leave the home he had once shared with his brother, and another year after that for you to get him to open his shop again. And even now, five years later, there were still many things that George needed to work on in order to truly feel whole again. But there wasn’t a person out there who wouldn’t say that he was doing much better than before.

All week you had been preparing for this day, for how hard it would be on your boyfriend, and how hard it would be for his family as well, whom the two of you were planning on visiting for lunch later on in the day. You had expected it would take a lot of effort to get George out of bed, and even more to get him to actually get ready for his day. But to your surprise when you woke up you were alone in bed. You sat up slowly, looking to either side of the room in an effort to locate George, your eyes adjusting to the dim light of the extremely early morning as it filtered in through your sheer curtains. You had bought them a few years back when the doctor had recommended George have more light in his bedroom to help with his depression, and there they had hung ever since. You smiled faintly at the realization of just how far your boyfriend had come before looking to the alarm clock at your bedside, finding yourself surprised at just how early it was. 5:45am the clock read, nearly causing you to rub your eyes to make sure you were seeing things correctly.

George Weasley, your George, who you struggled to bribe out of bed each morning, was awake at 5:45am on a Saturday? That was unheard of for any weekday, let alone the weekend when he opened the shop late in an effort to sleep in. Your eyes scanned the bedroom once again as you tried to figure out where George had gone, stopping suddenly when you caught sight of the sliver of light that was shining out from under the closed bathroom door. You sat up in bed, squinting at the light as you tossed your legs over the side of the mattress, shivering as the cool morning air hit your bare skin. Feeling around with your feet for a few moments, you worked to locate your slippers, which you slid your cold toes into the very moment they were found.

Yawning as you stood, you started quietly making your way to the bathroom, the idea of making any noise in the nearly complete silence of the early morning feeling almost illegal. The silence felt right, as if the whole world were asleep except for you and presumably George, and disrupting it would almost assuredly break the solemn peace you had found within its perseverance.

Slowly approaching the bathroom, you reached out with a lightly clasped fist and knocked on the door, taking note of the sound of running water coming from within. You hadn’t heard it from the bed, but now that you were right next to the door it was apparent that George was in the shower.

Following your gentle knock, silence followed, the harsh slapping of water against the ground your only evidence that George was anywhere but back in bed, and the light beneath the door illuminating a long rectangle out into the middle of the floor. It felt strangely lonely out here without George and with all presence of him being behind the bathroom door, so slowly and carefully, you knocked again, a bit louder this time, although not loud enough that you would’ve thought it to awaken the world outside your window.

After this second knock, the slapping of the water against the shower floor grew quieter, as if whoever had been standing beneath it had stepped out, and a few seconds after you noticed the sound’s absence, George opened the door, a towel wrapped around his waist as steam arose from the bathroom behind him. He stood in the doorway, the shower still running behind him as he looked down at you, an apologetic grin on his face as he ran his hand through his soaked ginger hair.

“Sorry Love, did I wake you?” George asked gently, seemingly just as eager to keep the outside world asleep as you were. You smiled up at him as you shook you head, admiring the way that the light of the bathroom illuminated him from behind, casting a George shaped shadow across the floor in place of the once present rectangle of light.

“I don’t think so, although I do miss you back in the bed. What are you doing up so early, Mr. Weasley?” You teased gently, watching as the man in front of you chuckled in response, shrugging his shoulders before opening his mouth to respond,

“Not entirely sure myself, Ms. L/n, just woke up and thought I could do with an early start and a morning shower. Care to join me? I’m always happy to have your company, especially when you don’t have any clothes on.”

George winked in an exaggerated manner, which caused you to blush and roll your eyes before you were suddenly hit with a random burst of cool air from the not very well sealed bedroom window, which made you to shiver in response.

“You know what George? I might just take you up on that.”

You replied, watching as the man in front of you smiled, stepping to the side to let you into the bathroom behind him, the light flooding outward as he did so.

Squinting at the suddenly much brighter light, you stepped into the bathroom, hearing George shut the door behind you before you turned to face him, watching as he hung his towel back on the hook that had been screwed into the door, stretching a bit afterward as if there were still a bit of sleep lodged between his bones.

You smiled at him as he pushed the shower curtain back, his eyes meeting yours as he started to step in,

“I’m gonna get back in here before I drip water everywhere, Love, but feel free to hop in when you’re ready.”

You nodded in response in response before you slowly started to undress, taking off your sleep shirt and underwear before you lined your slippers neatly beside the bathroom door, smiling softly when you noted that George had lined his own up just on the other side. He truly was your other half.

For a moment, you started getting caught up in that thought, thinking back to the times when your relationship hadn’t been nearly as stable and comfortable as it was now. It had been a long time since you and George had started dating back in your sixth year, but even then nothing seemed as real as it did these days, you were just teenagers in love back then, after all, not two adults who had managed to stick together through thick and thin. Back then, the hardest thing the two of you had ever gone through together was asking one another to the Yule Ball, and from there things had just gotten harder and harder.

The year after that Fred and George had left just months prior to what would have been your collective graduation, and in the end you were the only one who walked, the entire Weasley family cheering from the crowd. Those months apart from George, feeling slightly abandoned and lonely, those were the hardest thing you had ever gone through pertaining to your relationship at that time, and the times that came after that made it look easy.

The next year had marked the successful start of the joke shop, which took up the majority of George’s time and a good chunk of your own as well, especially once you started working there in an effort to support your favorite twins. That year had been hard, you could recall how different your relationship had felt once George had basically become your boss, and how little time the two of you got to spend together as a couple despite moving in together. Even still, you couldn’t help but look back on those days with a painful sort of longing. Despite the long hours and hard to navigate aspects of your relationship, that year had been full of so much laughter and joy. The joke shop was deemed a success by all who saw it, and that look of bright and beautiful pride that could be seen in both Fred and George’s eyes had made everything worth it. But above all else, what had made that year so hard to look back on now was how unaware you and George had been about what was to come.

The year after the shop opened was when everything went crazy, and you had started to wonder for the first time if your relationship could withstand the challenges life had been throwing your way.

As quickly as the shop had opened, it had been closed again due to the Ministry of Magic keeping such a close eye on your boyfriend’s family, which you had learned the hard way included you when you had gone to visit family of your own. Even still though, the physical shop having to close paled in comparison to when George got injured not long afterward.

You shuddered to think about it, how pale he had been, how terrified Fred and his father had looked, the blood that had run down the side of his face, and the fragility his body had suddenly appeared to take on. It had taken a mountain of effort not to cry when he’d been brought inside, with you having ultimately chosen to tend to Fred and Molly rather than address the reality of George’s injuries yourself. Everything was real now that he had been hurt. Even when he had made that stupid joke, you remember how dire everything felt, and how you’d wondered in those moments if anything would ever be okay. If the rest of that year had been any indication, the answer would have been no.

The wedding had been the next big event to go wrong, and that had felt huge at the time. George had been on the mend, acting his usual self again, and everyone was trying to move forward despite all of the stresses surrounding life at that time, when the wedding was crashed. After that, the subtle talk of you and George getting married soon stopped entirely. There were no more jokes from George or even his beloved twin about a shotgun wedding to make sure his last name would be on your tomb stone were anything to happen. At that point, the idea of death had felt far too real.

Unfortunately though, death wanted to do much more than just feel real.

When Fred died, you were almost certain that your relationship was over. George wouldn’t talk to you for weeks, and when he finally did he was so devastated and angry about what had happened that you could hardly believe he was the George you had fallen in love with at all. He was so incredibly broken, and at that point in time you couldn’t imagine it ever hurting any less. Your heart had been shattered, and George’s had been splintered beyond recognition, leaving neither of you up to the task of working on or even addressing your own relationship. You had tried countless times before giving up, but with the stress of everything and the loss that you’d faced, after enough insistence from George you had simply given up, telling yourself you were just giving him space, but believing in your heart that the two of you were finished.

George still apologizes to this day for his behavior during that, but you could never bring yourself to blame him, not in a million years.

You can remember so vividly how hard it had felt to breathe when you had woken up in the middle of the night sobbing over Fred, months after his death and weeks after all but giving up hope on your broken relationship. You can remember the way that George had held you tightly, as if afraid you would both fall apart if he so much as loosened his grip. You recalled telling him the following morning of your difficulty breathing the night before, and the way he’d furrowed his brows and pulled you against his chest, admitting quietly that he’d felt that feeling every moment since Fred had passed away five months prior. That was the first discussion the two of you’d had about Fred’s death, and the first time since a few weeks in that the two of you hadn’t simply pretended like everything was okay, and that you weren’t both devastated on the inside.

The path from there had been far clearer than it had been since Fred had died, but even still you recalled the uphill battle that really and truly supporting George had been. It had taken over a year for him to reopen the joke shop, and even now, still living above it, he didn’t like touching his brother’s bedroom. All these years later, hardly a thing had been moved into or out of that space, and there were so many things in there that hadn’t been disturbed since Fred had touched them entire months before his death. The air in that room felt heavy, and the dust that had settled over everything was painful to look at, so most of the time that room was respectfully avoided, save for when George felt he needed to be alone with his brother.

“Love?”

You were suddenly snapped out of your thoughts as George called out to you from the shower, his head peeking around the curtain and his eyebrow raised. 

“Are you alright?” He said gently, reaching a wet hand out to feel your forehead for a temperature, making you giggle softly at his concern.

“I’m fine, George.” You replied, motioning for him to move over to make room for you within the large shower. A soft smile spreading across his cheeks, George was quick to do just that, stepping back so you could stand before him, the water bouncing off of his chest before gently landing on your cheeks, dripping down onto your shoulders as you moved to step closer to your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your chest against his own as you stood on your toes to kiss him softly.

George reciprocated your kiss with the same gentle movements that you had approached him with, his arms moving to rest on your waist for a few moments as he leaned into you, savoring every second of closeness. Finally, after what felt like several minutes of one long kiss, you pulled away, smiling as George leaned his forehead against your own, his own smile dancing across his lips.

“Good morning, love, mine.” You all but whispered, brushing some of George’s stray hair behind his ears as he leaned into your touch, his eyes closing while he rested his cheek against your palm.

“Good morning, Darling.” George whispered back, pressing a gentle kiss to your wrist before he opened your eyes once again, that smile on his lips making your heart clench. He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen, and he was all yours. What had you done to deserve such a perfect love?

There was silence for a few moments as you and George simply stood in the shower, the water splashing about against the floor and the walls only to be ignored entirely. It was peaceful in here, locked away from the still sleeping world outside, and neither of you wanted to be the one to end the silence for fear the peace would end just as quickly as you’d found it.

Even still, you knew what today was, and you knew George could never bring himself to destroy any amount of peace, however small it may have been, on a day like this one, so you opened your mouth, offering without warning to shampoo George’s hair for him. The edge of your boyfriend’s mouth quirked up in pleasant surprise as he looked down at you for a few moments before nodding, handing you the shampoo that had been sitting on the shower ledge behind him before he moved closer, his chest pressed up against your own once more as you gently squeezed the bottle of shampoo in your hand, watching as the pearlescent liquid dripped down before it began to pool in the center of your palm. Slowly and calmly, so as not to make a mess, you rubbed your hands together, causing the shampoo to create suds within them before you brought your hands up to George’s hair, where you began to massage the soap into it in a slow in loving manner.

“George?”

You murmured softly, watching as the man in front of you cracked one of his now closed eyes open to look down at you as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Yes, Love?”

George murmured back, taking a deep breath in as you continued to massage at his scalp, his body relaxing under your touch.

“Are you… Doing okay?”

You asked cautiously, watching as the man in front of you smiled softly in response, one of his hands moving up to cup at your cheek, pinching at the flesh there for a brief moment before dropping back down to his side,

“Better than I thought I would be.”

George replied honestly, his eyes closing once more as he continued,

“I’m feeling heavier than usual, like there’s something pushing down on my shoulders, and my head feels rather foggy, but besides that I would say I’m doing… Okay… All things considered.”

George finished his sentence cautiously, as if he were worried you might misconstrue his words for him saying he felt fine. You could tell by the way that he was speaking and how his body was tensed up that he was upset, but his words let you know that it wasn’t as hard this year as it had been in the past. He was healing, slowly but surely, and right now, he could safely say that he was going to be alright, and that the weight in his chest would not last forever.

And truthfully, that was all either of you could ever ask for.

Nodding softly in response to your boyfriend’s words, you continued to massage to shampoo into his hair until finally, you took a step back, admiring your work with a soft grin.

“You may rinse, Mr. Weasley.”

You teased gently, making George smile that familiar smile of his that just barely met his eyes (the best thing you could honestly ask for on a day like today) before he took a step back into the stream of shower water, rinsing his hair thoroughly. Meanwhile, you continued to stand before him, watching as the soap trickled down his body and circled the drain.

By the time you and George exited the bathroom together, it was just growing bright enough outside that you could begin to believe that others beside yourselves might be awake. The clock beside the bed now read 6:30am, and the morning sun was rising to the point that you were sure it would have blinded you through the curtains had you been in your usual spot in the bed. You silently thanked George for keeping you from that gruesome fate before you walked over to your closet, towel wrapped around your body as you tried to find something to wear for your yearly lunch visit with Fred, which was something the entire family had started partaking in after George had shared that he had been doing it three years prior.

“Fred would want you to wear that orange dress.”

You heard George say from behind you, making you startle a bit before giggling and turning around, only to find the sight behind you to be no laughing matter.

There stood George, tears pooling in his eyes as he looked past you and into the closet, his fingers twitching at his sides as he swallowed thickly.

Unsure of what to do, you took a step towards your boyfriend, watching as his eyes moved to see you rather than the clothes behind you, the pain in them evident as he spoke,

“He was always saying how nice you looked in orange. Told me I should’ve complimented you on it more. Lee and Seamus always told him he was a real weirdo for saying things like that about my girlfriend, but they just didn’t understand. Freddie loved you like a sister. He was so excited for the day he could call you a member of the family.”

The tears were rolling down George’s cheeks now, slowly but surely making their way down to his chin, where they would drip down on to the floor below. One of the many dreadful things Fred’s death had taught you was of the path that George’s tears took when they traveled down his face. You had memorized it long ago, and your fingers had traced that path many a time as a result, just as they began doing once you finally closed the distance between the two of you.

“Oh George,” You began softly, feeling your own tears begin to well up before you took a moment to bite them back down again.

“Why don’t I wear the orange one then? And you can wear that brown jumper he gave you for your birthday all those years ago. He always said brown and orange were the best color combination, no matter how many times I insisted they looked too similar.”

Your own tears flowed freely by the time you had finished speaking, and George gave you a sad smile as he reached down to dry your tears as well, nodding softly at your words.

“That sounds great, Love.”

His voice sounded strained as he spoke, and you could tell he was fighting back more tears, but you decided to leave him be for the time being. George never talked before he was ready, and there was nothing you could do but respect that and hope he came around so you could help him once he felt prepared to process whatever grief driven thought had made its way into his mind.

Six hours later, you stood in front of the doorway, sliding your shoes on as you called out to George, who was rummaging around in the kitchen.

“George? I’m ready to go when you are!”

You shouted out to the silent house, listening closely as you waited for a response.

Said response came in the form of heavy footsteps walking in your direction as George made his way over to you, a picnic basket in hands as he held out his arm to you, that gentle and sad smile spreading across his cheeks,

“Come on then, Mum will be pleasantly surprised that we’re on time for once.”

“And it only took getting up three hours early.”

You retorted, giggling softly as George let out a chuckle at your words, looking down at you as if you were the most beautiful woman in the world as you both prepared to head to your destination.

“Y/n! George!”

Arthur called out in greeting as you arrived at the burrow, and you squeezed George’s hand gently, ensuring he was ready to walk over to that oh so familiar plot of land nearby his childhood home before you took even a step towards the cheery voice of his father. George squeezed your hand in response, his eyes never leaving the headstone that stuck out of the ground just a few yards away, donning his last name but not his first.

You greeted Arthur politely, leaving George’s side as he walked onward, allowing you to give the man a hug, which he seemed to appreciate.

“The house has been rather quiet lately,”

Arthur began saying as you pulled away, making you raise a brow at him,

“I hope you and George know that you’re always welcome here. He hasn’t been by to stay the night since he moved back out, and I imagine he has his own reasons for that but… I think Molly might appreciate a little bit more noise around here once in a while.”

“Are you asking when they’re finally going to give us our next grandchild?”

Molly’s all too casual voice suddenly rang out from your left, and your cheeks went red as you slowly began to process what she’d asked her husband, who was now awkwardly clearing his throat to your right. You looked over in George’s direction, praying he hadn’t heard (neither of you had even mentioned children since months before Fred had passed away), but much to your chagrin he was looking right at you, his brown eyes all but burning into your own as an amused smile rose to his cheeks at your embarrassed expression.

“Are you going on about grandchildren again already, Mum.”

George asked casually, standing up from where he had been squatting beside his brother’s grave to move to your side, where he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Again?!”

You all but shouted in surprise, turning to face your boyfriend with your eyebrows raised. George shrugged his shoulders, a slight grin on his face as he did so,

“She brings it up just about every time she sees me, has been since you graduated and Fred and I opened the shop.“

Your eyes widened in surprise. Sure, you and George had talked about kids in the past, but you’d had no idea he’d even thought about it in the slightest since Fred had passed away. He certainly hadn’t mentioned anything to you.

“Oh I hope I haven’t made you uncomfortable, Dear. Arthur and I just like to give George a bit of trouble for being so secretive and never visiting his poor old mother and father.”

George rolled his eyes,

“I was here a week ago, Mum, and I come over for lunch at least once a month.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that we never know what’s going on with you anymore. You could have a child at home right now and I wouldn’t even know it!”

George rolled his eyes once again, a deep sigh leaving him as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Usually he would take this all in good spirits, but clearly he was unable to make his usual jokes to get out of this conversation today.

“Alright Mum, I’m sorry okay? There just isn’t much to tell. I’ve said all that I can about why I haven’t gone about adulthood the way you expected me to. I made a promise and-”

George cut himself off suddenly, his gaze shifting to focus on you for a moment before it moved back to his mother, who sighed and stepped forward, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I know, George. I just worry that you’re holding yourself back in a way that you’ll regret. You know that isn’t what he’d want for you.”

Molly’s voice was soft and sad as she spoke, full of emotion and choked with held back tears as she looked up at her son, a desperate wish in her eyes that told you how terribly she wanted to look to the left of him and see an identical copy standing there, even though you all knew how much of an impossibility that was.

George nodded slowly, as if deep in thought before he leaned down to hug his mother, murmuring something in her ear that had more tears welling up in her eyes before he pulled away to wipe them with his finger, that sad smile once again present on his lips. Molly allowed a similar one to appear on her face as she stroked George’s slightly wet cheek, the pride in her eyes new but still obvious even as she took a step back to speak to her husband, her voice hushed.

There was silence amongst the entire family for a moment despite the children who were present before suddenly Arthur cleared his throat, asking that everyone follow him to the outdoor table to set up and eat lunch. You were just about to follow the group over when suddenly, you felt a familiar hand wrap around your upper arm. You turned around to face George slowly, a confused expression written on your face as you silently asked him without words what he was doing.

With his head, George gestured over to Fred’s headstone, before he slowly started to walk you over to it, allowing you to realize what he wanted. With careful and quiet steps, you approached the stone that marked the burial sight of one of your best friends in the world, a man you had so desperately wished to call your brother that the two of you had all but planned your and George’s wedding before he’d even asked you to the Yule Ball. Tears sprang to your eyes as you remembered all of the things the two of you had sworn you’d do together, all of the pranks you were supposed to pull on George, the ridiculous way that Fred wanted you to announce your pregnancy to his brother should you ever need to, the way Fred had made you swear on your life that you would name your first born child after him in exchange for the answers to a quiz you’d missed in potions during your first year at Hogwarts. The way he had rescinded that promise in your third year when you’d told him about the crush you had on his brother, since he “didn’t want to be Uncle Fred to a nephew named Fred, that would just be confusing”.

It all came flooding back to you, the memories of growing up with Fred as your dearest friend, and suddenly you were back in the Great Hall, falling to your knees beside your boyfriend, sobbing uncontrollably as you grasped at the cold hand that your devastated boyfriend wasn’t already holding. There had been many days since then that you’d found yourself wishing you’d never seen Fred like that, and many others where you would’ve willingly watched the life drain from his eyes if it could only mean getting the chance to say goodbye. Losing Fred was without a doubt the hardest thing you had ever been through, and sitting here in front of his grave now, even all these years later, just made it feel all the more real. Fred wasn’t somewhere safe with a family he had made unable to visit because he was busy. Fred Weasley was buried six feet beneath your feet, and no amount of wishing otherwise was ever going to change that.

You looked up at George sadly, tears falling freely now as he tilted your chin upward with his curved pointer finger, that sad smile still present even as he dried your tears.

“He made me promise to let him be here, you know.”

George said sadly, his eyes locked with your own,

“He said he needed to see the look on your face. Involved himself in every single part of the process. Hell, he let me keep his share of the money from the shop profits for two months straight to help me save up quick enough to buy the one he helped me pick out.”

George was crying now too, tears spilling down his cheeks, but he didn’t even try to stop them from coming, he was too busy drying your tears and cupping your cheek as he did so, his gaze never leaving yours even as he removed his hand to reach into his pocket.

“George?”

You questioned, your head tilting curiously as you tried to figure out what your boyfriend was saying, unaware of his changed position as he moved to kneel before you, pulling a small box out of his pocket. It wasn’t until George was holding that little box before you, his hand move to rest on the lid of it, that you started to understand what was going on.

“Y/n L/n, I have loved you for nearly eight years of my life, and I’ve been a lucky enough man to call you mine for over seven. This has been a long time coming, and I want to start off by telling you that I’m sorry for waiting so long to do this. Freddie and I spent so long planning the perfect way to ask you, finding the perfect ring, making the money to buy that ring, and then we thought that if we could just wait that awful war out, the perfect moment would come. Neither of us ever imagined I would be doing this without him here with me, and for years I’ve been carrying this damn box everywhere that we’ve gone hoping he might send some sort of sign that he’s there, but I just can’t wait on him anymore. In fact, if he were here now, I’m certain he’d be yelling that it’s about time, and that he can’t believe I ended up being that loser who had a girlfriend for seven years without asking her to marry me.”

You gasped at those words, stifling a sob as George took a deep breath and opened the box, allowing you to see the absolutely beautiful ring that sat inside, never worn despite the number of years George had apparently been carrying it on his person.

“Fred helped me pick it out, so if it’s no good blame him, okay, Love?” George joked nervously, his voice shaky and his hands the same as he continued,

“He said this was the one the second he saw it, and when I imagined it on that pretty finger of yours I knew that he was right, even if I was a little grumpy my brother found your perfect ring before I did. Godrich I wish he could see us now, I just know he’d cry if he could only get the chance to see you on our wedding day…”

George trailed off for a few seconds, his gaze getting far off before he suddenly seemed to snap himself out of it, the closest thing to a truly happy smile you’d seen all day coming to rest on his lips,

“But I guess I’m getting a bit ahead of myself, aren’t I? I mean, I haven’t even asked you the big question yet.”

George laughed quietly, shaking his head before he cleared his throat,

“Y/n L/n, will you marry m-”

George was cut off suddenly when a magpie burst forth from the nearby bushes and chirped aggressively, landing on the ground a few feet away before taking flight once again a few seconds later, landing on George’s shoulder and sitting there, it’s head tilting from side to side as if it was assessing the situation. George swallowed thickly as he looked down at it, his eyes filling up with even more tears as he nodded his head,

“Hey buddy,”

He whispered, his voice strained due to being choked with tears,

“Nice of you to join us. Did you have to wait so damn long?”

You watched as the bird let out a chirp, almost as if it were responding to what George had said before it moved once again, taking flight for the briefest of moments before landing atop the open ring box in George’s hand.

The magpie looked up at you, it’s head tilting in that same questioning manner it had been before as you slowly lowered your hands from your mouth, wiping your tears on the back of one of them before you looked back to George, speechless.

George swallowed thickly, clearly fighting back tears as he started again,

“Y/n L/n,”

He all but whispered, the love, adoration, and longing evident within his gaze as he continued,

“After all these years of waiting, could you find it in your heart to do me the honor of becoming my wife? Will you marry me?”

Everything was silent for a moment, save for the slight chirps of the magpie sitting on the ring box.

Until finally, slowly but surely, you began nodding, until said nod transformed into an enthusiastic, “Merlin, George, of course I’ll marry you.” Before you were pulled into a gentle embrace, your lips connecting with your now fiance’s as you both laughed against one another’s mouths, the salt of your conjoined tears intermingling with the familiar taste of each other.

The kiss lasted quite a while, until finally, the sound of a birds chirping from below your lips caused you both to pull away, grinning down at the creature who still sat atop the open ring box, as if it were waiting.

George rolled his eyes, but reached into the box nonetheless, as if he was pleasantly exasperated with the bird. Slowly, he removed the ring, taking your hand gently within his own to slide it onto your left ring finger, before he took in the sight before him. Even the bird was silent this time, and it stared intently at the jewelry on your hand as if deeply thinking or even admiring.

George smiled, the first true smile that you had seen all day, and brought the ring up to his lips, kissing it gently before slowly lowering your hand back down.

He turned his gaze downward once again, to the top of the now empty ring box that the bird still sat on top of.

“Thanks, Mate,”

He muttered softly, reaching down to offer a finger to the creature, who eagerly hopped atop it, allowing George to raise him to eye level before he continued speaking once more,

“I couldn’t have done it without you.”

The magpie sat there for a few moments, silently looking between you and George before it chirped again, a softer note this time, as if it were bidding the two of you farewell.

And with that, the magpie flew away, and you both followed its flight as it gently landed on the branch of a nearby tree, watching, as if it had been doing that its entire life.

“What’s going on over here?”

Molly’s voice sounded from behind you, nearly making you jump in surprise before you responded,

“There’s a bird up there in the tree, a magpie I think. It’s been acting a bit odd for a bird, it even landed on George’s finger and now it’s just sitting up there, watching us.”

Molly hummed gently before placing her hand on her son’s shoulder,

“Isn’t your patronus a magpie, Dear?”

She asked curiously, watching as George nodded, a soft smile on his face as he looked away from the bird for the first time since it had started to fly away. He gazed back at the two of you, taking a few steps forward as he started to head towards the now very busy lunch table a few yards away.

“It is, Mum.”

He answered softly,

“Was Freddie’s too.”

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[agentnico]

Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire (2024) review

Someone should call child services, as Kong uses a baby monkey as a weapon and flails him around like a whip, using the poor little fella to bash against incoming enemies. Granted the little chap is durable, but like….. I’m sorry, this movie is ridiculous. Like I can’t even!

Plot: Godzilla and the almighty Kong face a colossal threat hidden deep within the planet, challenging their very existence and the survival of the human race.

2021’s Godzilla vs. Kong holds a special place in my heart in that during COVID-19 it was one of the first and only films to come out during lockdown. I recall sitting in my living room suffering from high depression (I mean, who wasn’t at that time, am I right??) and I stuck on the Godzilla vs Kong film with low expectations……and I had the greatest time ever. By no means was it a masterpiece. It’s even far away from being a good film, but at that time when I was cinema-deprived and life was in a constant state of limbo, a big trashy Hollywood blockbuster with two massive CGI monsters beating the living crap of each other was exactly the entertainment I needed.

In cometh Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire. Naturally we’re no longer in a pandemic so the WOW factor is gone, and also Godzilla Minus One only recently came out reminding us that Godzilla can be sophisticated when need be. That being said, am I opposed to seeing some ridiculously over-the-top kaiju brawls for absolutely no other reason other than Hollywood wanting to throw money against the wall and seeing what happens? Yes. Look, from the set-up the whole thing doesn’t make sense in the first place. I get it is fantasy and suspension of disbelief is required, but it’s a giant walking nuclear power plant that holds the title of king of the monsters against a bloody monkeh. I don’t care how cool or likeable Kong is, if we’re being realistic he’d get smushed just by touching Godzilla. Like, ain’t that lizard boi radioactive?? Last time I checked radioactivity is pretty fatal. Kong should have developed multiple forms of cancer since the 2021 film, I’m just saying. But again, that’s if we’re thinking logically, however as we’ve learned from these MonsterVerse movies, logic isn’t a word that exists. So let’s enjoy the lizard and monkeh for what they are - bring it on!!

Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire is exactly what you expect it to be… in the last 30 minutes. The first hour and a half is actually a casual sequel to Kong: Skull Island, with Godzilla a fleeting cameo just getting up to random shenanigans, with every appearance lasting no longer than 5 seconds. I’m serious, Godzilla to this movie is like Scrat is to the Ice Age movies. If you recall the little saber-toothed squirrel hardly ever connects to the main plot-line of those films, and instead is only obsessed with getting his stupid acorn. Same with Godzilla, he fights random kaijus just cause. He takes naps in the Colosseum just cause. He eats nuclear plants for breakfast just cause. He turns Barbie-level pink just cause. His entire role in this movie is just cause. Otherwise this is through and through a King Kong movie. Not that I’m complaining, if you want to make a somewhat engaging and emotionally resonant narrative (as if this movie has a plot!), it’s easier to focus on Kong as he has the baggage of being lonely and wanting to find a home and more of his kind, so there’s something there to work with. So we spend most of the movie wit Kong as he explores Hollow Earth that’s discovered from the previous film, and I quite enjoyed all that. Does the movie need to be 2 hours long? Nope, as the whole Hollow Earth story-line is dragged out so much when in fact all that happens could have easily been told in the size of a short film. Essentially nothing much happens is what I’m saying. Like the whole thing is a set-up for the inevitable and highly anticipated final showdown that we’ve all paid for.

About the final showdown - it’s so dumb. I mean the whole movie is dumb, but the final battle breaks any last remaining realm of reason and turns into this crazy bonkers monsters v monsters smashy-bashy bonkers beat ‘em up, and it was absolutely fantastic! Again, I fully admit the stupidity of it all, but watching this movie’s finale in a crowded theatre with everyone cheering, laughing, clapping and howling alongside all the CGI madness that is thrown at our faces - it was awesome! I’d give the final 30 minutes a 10/10 score easily, as it is exactly what we want from a Godzilla and Kong movie. Godzilla spears Kong through a pyramid and then immediately follows that up with a suplex. That right there is cinematic genius!! The rest of the movie is fine and has its moments, but is just a meandering set-up for that ending.

This being a MonsterVerse movie naturally there are also some human characters that we are forced to care about. Like I give a f***, gimme me more lizard and monkeh!!! I want them here, and I want them now! To be fair the producers must have listened to the audience feedback as there is much less human stuff in this movie. There’s a useless sub-plot with Rebecca Hall and her adopted daughter that was so boring and generic and was the dullest part of the movie. Brian Tyree Henry and Dan Stevens are a delight though, providing some enjoyable comedic tongue in cheek, with Stevens especially excelling at the one-liner quips. Nice also to see Stevens teaming back up with director Adam Wingard, the two having previously worked on the wonderful indie thriller The Guest. Honestly if you have not seen The Guest you’re missing out big time - a delightful slice of action horror with a fantastic atmosphere that sucks you in with a dash of dry black comedy edge.

Speaking of Adam Wingard, he’s evidently a good match with these goofy Fast & Furious-level silly monster flicks. He directs the movie using a fun colourful visual palette, with some fantastic sci-fi set pieces, and Hollow Earth is reminiscent very much of a Jules Verne-type adventure locale, very much in the vain of a Journey to the Centre of the Earth, or a Mysterious Island. There’s also a strong 80’s retro vibe to the movie with the techno-synth music score from Junkie XL that had strong Thor: Ragnarok feels to it. I must say through all its stupidity, visually the film is really cinematic and looks awesome on the big screen.

I had a solid time with Godzilla x Kong, especially with those last 30 minutes. Satisfyingly entertaining blockbuster fast-food. It does get a while to get there, and also the movie is fit with so many plot holes and inconsistencies, and also it really did feel like the writers were making things up as they were going along, but I don’t care. This was never intended to be high calibre award worthy filmmaking. It’s only a monkeh, standing in front of a radioactive lizard, asking him to fight together. Really entertaining and super fun. Best part was when it was revealed that Kong could talk and screamed “it’s KONGIN TIME!!’

Overall score: 6/10

[karlachismylife]

For me personally weed helps with my adhd and autism, getting super high at night is nice for me because it makes me feel floaty, like that feeling you get when you've been laying down for a while and your body starts to fall asleep right before you actually fall asleep. It helps with my adhd because for me it slows my thoughts down aka my brain only has the capacity for one thing at a time. But that ALSO means I can go on the most hyperfixated rants when I'm stoned, like hours of one topic that eventually becomes a game of 'what topic did we originally start with?' And I honestly hope that one day you get the chance to try weed, at least once.

WOW really? I actually didn't know it can work like that, damn, I guess I really do have only a very approximate experience. I thought the lack of inhibitions would totally lead to adhd mayhem cuz that's what happens in my head in that exact "floaty" point when falling asleep, I just get non-stop slideshow of thoughts passing too quickly to even grasp them fully. And when I drink I just get bubbly and horny at first, and then fucking depressed second, but as far as I get, alcohol has quite different effect from weed, so yeah. Interesting.

But going on hyperfixated rants under any influence is so fucking relatable. That's the four am kitchen talk to the person you might've just met today. I guess Soap and Gaz would terrorize everyone, they just get stoned and sit on the couch for HOURS just yapping uninterrupted, the world totally non-existent to them.

They will make ouy afterwards though, still.

And yeah, I actually hope too, cuz I'm like. Man that's such an experience. And I know for sure my dad and sis had it and more than once, but I'm kinda. Excluded from the big boys club cuz I'm baby.

Fun fact: I once went on a date with a guy who at first seemed very cool and interesting to me (he worked on a music video for the blues band my dad's been working as sound engineer with, so dad took me to the shoot and I met the guy there, he was like into horror and we had a nice chat), but on the date we realized we had very different political views and also he kinda was a bit more touchy than I'd like, even though I am partially responsible for telling him I was okay with it (I was going through a bad time, no hate to the guy cuz I literally told him, he's still an ass for what he said about anarchism though). BUT he offered to take me home some time and have a smoke with him. And for the rest of the date I was like calculating how much I was ready to risk going further with him in exchange for some weed experience >< we did have an arguement later though about politics, so I was like no. Free weed's not worth potentially getting fucked by this dude.

But sometimes I still think about it. Maybe I should've agreed. Cuz I honestly don't really care whether or not it would lead to sex (which kinda was hanging in the air), but man, I just couldn't imagine talking to him again cuz we disagreed so hard... lol. Sorry for a story time no one asked for, I just got reminded of it by the discussion.

[bang-bang-gang]

Can you elaborate on the backstage drama around the tag belts? 🍵

sure! this is all baseless speculation to be clear

also biased as hell because i don't like FTR or jericho as performers. this answer turned into quite a rant, sorry. if i got any facts wrong i'm happy to be corrected. not coming after anyone who's an FTR or jericho fan, you do you

but, based on what i, as a fan, can see with my eyes on the screen:

FTR fought aussie open at wrestledream and mark davis injured his wrist. i think it's possible aussie open was meant to win this match but an audible was called, based on the next thing.

same ppv, there was a fourway tag match for a guaranteed title shot for the tag belts, between the bucks, ass boys, lucha bros, and hook&oc. the bucks won this. i think the bucks would have made a GREAT first feud for aussie open as new tag champs to reaaally establish themselves: in the past year everyone's been saying FTR and the bucks are the greatest tag teams in the world, it would have been AMAZING for the new tag champs to beat both of them in a short time period.

but FTR took the belts home and mark davis disappeared while for a couple of weeks, kyle fletcher was constantly put in singles matches on both AEW and ROH. i know fan consensus seems to be he has been lost to the don callis hole but i think we need to be patient lmao: he was fighting bryan danielson, kenny omega, and takeshita all in singles not too long ago.

the bucks didn't mention their guaranteed tag title shot at all. At. All. they actually also had the ROH 6-man belts (which is what i think confirms that they were never meant to win the AEW tag belts back with said title shot) and had one match against the hardys & isiah kassidy with it and then lost it to the guys they won it off in the first place. absolute mess of a booking.

jericho and kenny started teaming up because.. they're both canadians? both have beef with don callis? this storyline depresses me so i won't pretend to know what happened exactly. but at the last ppv they had a match against the bucks where they could win their guaranteed title shot off the bucks or they had to disband. jericho and kenny won.

in the meantime, FTR have dropped their tag belts. word is that FTR aggravated assault has a rib injury but they've been wrestling pretty quick again since so i don't know if that was the reason for them to drop it. they dropped it by being squashed by ricky starks and big bill (absolute bill). absolute bill is a makeshift tag team who, in their own words, had never even talked to each other since a few weeks before they won these belts. literally the only matches they've had so far (despite ricky being on tv every single week for other things) were a match against claudiyoots (WHO SHOULD HAVE WON) and a fourway ladder match at the most recent ppv because (according to dirtsheets) none of the other teams wanted to be pinned by absolute bill lmao

so what i extrapolate from all this information is the following:

aussie open was meant to be tag champs by wrestledream

young bucks were supposed to be their first feud hence the tag title shot they got

thanks to injuries FTR ended up dropping the belts to absolute bill

young bucks did not want to lose to absolute bill so they are not using their tag title shot

(nobody wants to lose to absolute bill except for wheeler yuta apparently)

chris jericho got his claws into kenny omega and his greasy hands on the title shit because he doesn't mind losing to absolute bill. or hell maybe the "golden jets" (kenny and jericho's tag team name, referencing a nazi sympathizer) will be the next tag champs

i don't know how long mark davis' injury is expected to last. i think that if the "golden jets" got the belts and kept them warm for aussie open it could pivot into a cool storyline, especially if will ospreay joins AEW around the same time. or fucking hell maybe jericho could betray kenny and kenny teams up with ibushi again and the golden lovers actually win the belts, that'd be more fun. the bucks are missing in action since last ppv and the dirtsheet report is they're going to return as heels with their own faction, and heel!bucks could take the belts off kenny & jericho too, though i'm not really excited about that idea.

just to reiterate, this is just speculation based on what's happening on screen and i'm making theories about what's happening backstage for why the booking is so messy.

most of all i think the following is a good tldr

[coinflict]

15 people 15 questions!!!!

Tagged by @suzufield thank you yay ^^

This is a long one so it's under the cut and also idgaf I love hearing myself talk I love the sound of my own voice!!!!

Not really, my given name is that of a saint like most names from here tbh, but my mom picked it because it's short and she wanted people from everywhere around the world to be able to say it which is kind of cute. I don't have chosen name I have like 3 nicknames people alternate between, one of them is Ani or AniGC which I use on the internet and I don't plan on picking one I think not having a name is cool!

1. Are you named after anyone?

2. When was the last time you cried?

Nope, too young, and also having my own kids or parenting/fostering is not something I am fit to ever do I don't think I would be a good parent. I'm a lesbian so biological kids are kind of out the window (not really but don't want them regardless, better safe than sorry on this matter I think). I would love to work with kids though at least once in my lifetime.

Genuinely yesterday I love crying I cry all the damn time it helps me fall asleep. What the libs don't want you to know is that depression is actually awesome because you can cry all the fucking time and you don't need sleeping medication! Yay for mental illness!

3. Do you have kids?

4. What sports have you played/do you play?

I did karate for 8 or 9 years from ages of like 6-14, loved it, then I fell down the stairs and fucked up my spine and had to quit. Then I did swimming for a bit but nothing too serious and I quit that because I got bored now I do fuck all.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Yes a lot but I try to not get too irony poisoned lol, I mostly just say outlandish shit but I do use sarcasm.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

I couldn't tell you if you put a gun to my head. I don't fucking know 😭

7. Eye colour?

Brown! ^^

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

This is a strange one I'm not really big on either of these things. When it comes to horror I'm not really a fan of movies I feel like a thing inherently becomes a little less scary when you show it to me or when it's moving you know? Idk I like some of them but I really do enjoy horror books those are awesome. And for the other thing I don't know is it a happy ending for me or the characters? Like I enjoy all plot threads being tied together well but if that doesn't make my fav happy GOOD. Let that bitch suffer. To actually answer the question I think scary movies lmao.

9. Any talents?

Why yes I'm very awesome. Idk I'm a fast learner genuinely that's the biggest thing I've got going on I think almost everything I know I learned on my own accord, it was never given to me, and idk I'm kind of proud of that idgaf if it sounds corny. I can also dislocate my thumb that's kind of cool.

10. Where were you born?

In the hospital (Serbia but I don't like saying where I'm from too much I want to remain a Mysterious Figure On The Computer and now you have to ignore the fact that I frequently post about this)

11. What are your hobbies?

Running the risk of sounding like a loser nerd I love studying I love learning things if I could stay in school for the rest of my life I genuinely would. I love learning how shit works and I'm gonna be honest organic chemistry has been among my favourite things to study ever it's so perfectly logical and awesome one of the best sciences ever for sure. Besides that I like doing fuck all and taking the piss on the internet.

12. Do you have any pets?

Nope! Small apartment and not enough money or time to take care of them. One day I will get a cat though trust.

13. How tall are you?

184cm that's like 6'0" I think?

14. Favourite subject in school?

Idk probably physics. High school level chem was incredibly fucking boring I didn't even have to fart to get good grades. Math and programming were my original beloveds but I fell out of love with them very soon after starting high school due to bad experiences with teachers. So yeah probably physics idk the only subjects I think about at this point are the ones I'll have next year in college I can't fucking wait for atomistics.

15. Dream job?

I feel like a fucking idiot being at my age and telling people I want to be a scientist but like!!!!!! I do I genuinely do!!!! I want to be a researcher and do cool things I want to be entranced by the work I do maybe this sounds so incredibly optimistic because it's likely that if I become a researcher I'll be eating packet noodles for the rest of my life but!! That's my dream!!!

I cannot be assed to tag 15 people I'm sorry also I think everyone and their mom has done this at this point so I'll tag. 3 take it or leave it! Sorry if any of you have done this already 😭. Also if you haven't but don't want to that's fine lmao no pressure

@k-ru-h @viegoinahoodie @schrodingers-catgirl

[chericherixo]

hey could you make a Draco fic where he's arranged to be married to Astoria or someone by his parents, but he's always liked y/n? And maybe Astoria actually likes Draco but he's never really liked her romantically?

Thank you!!!

(I don't know how you feel about Draco personally but he's still one of my favs because I grew too attached <3 also wouldn't be upset if this turned to smut hehehedfhdajhfjfsf).

I love this!! Draco is still in my top three and I'll never get over him after 2020 :)) So, after writing and brainstorming a little bit, I've decided to do multiple parts so I can flesh out the story a bit more. This first one is a little angsty but it'll get better soon.

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She's Yours, You're Mine part one [angst]

Draco x Fem!Reader

Draco is arranged to marry Astoria, but all he's ever wanted is you.

Words: 886 Contains: blood status shaming, slight unrequited love, longing, sad, depression, mentions of not eating

Notes: all characters are 18+, reader's house is not specified yet.

The wind whipped the snow outside harshly, hitting the library window before blowing a different direction. Draco attempted to trace them with his eyes, but they were gone too quickly. He had no reaction though, just a blank stare out into the cold.

Everything had felt cold recently. His manor: cold. The library: cold. His parents: cold. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time something felt comforting to him, the only warmth coming from his coffee mug which seemed to have cooled slightly as well.

In a few months, Draco would be married off to Astoria Greengrass, someone he'd known since childhood. He cared for her, of course, but he saw her as a sister more than anything. The hardest part came whenever he saw how Astoria would light up when she saw him; how he quickly became her object of affection and love. It made him sick, knowing that deep inside, he'd never feel the same way she felt.

He had eyes on someone else. You. You'd walk by in your perfectly matching outfits, or the skirt you wore sometimes that would have a wrinkle you'd try to brush out during the course of the day. He'd take note of the way you styled your hair on different days, how your mood changed with the grades you got, and how you'd spend countless hours in the library, late at night, trying to catch up or study for a test the next day. He noticed it all.

The most infuriating thing was whenever you had a new boyfriend. He knew what they wanted from you, and could only hope you saw that too. He watched as you cycled through each one, your normal cheerful appearance only faltering slightly the day after, then you were back to normal.

He'd only spoken to you a handful of times, mostly during class. They all came off as rude interactions, where he teased you or made a comment about your boy of the week. He felt extremely guilty when he'd see your demeanor change after a conversation with him, and he'd quietly find an empty hallway to cry in. He was a mess.

"You alright mate?" Blaise asked, tapping him on his shoulder, snapping him out of his trance. He glanced at the grandfather clock behind Blaise and realized he'd been spacing out for nearly an hour. "Shit- I gotta go, I'll see you later-" Draco quickly gathered his stuff and rushed past Blaise, determined to get out of the library as quickly as possible.

He knew you'd be in there soon, locking down for one of your many study sessions, and if he started talking to you for any reason, he didn't want to risk making you feel bad.

But, as he tried to rush out, he bumped into someone. You, of course.

"I'm sorry- Draco?"

"Shit- I'm sorry y/n. Are you okay?"

You laughed lightly, "Yea, yea, I'm fine. Are you okay?"

He looked scared, "I'm fine, I'm fine, I just- I'm sorry." He quickly walked away, seeming quite shaken up. You looked after him concerned, you'd never seen him in such distress, especially over something so little.

You turned to walk into the library but saw a book on the ground; one that he had dropped. You sighed to yourself, annoyed to find yourself intrigued by Draco's edge. You picked up his book and walked in his direction.

You walked down the long corridor and knew you were close when you heard sniffling around the corner. You braced yourself and peaked around.

Draco had his head in his hands, with his tie loosened. A twinge of pain shot through you at the sight of him. You had no idea why he was crying, or why he looked deprived of both nutrients and sleep, but you wanted to comfort him. "Dra-" You were cut off by Astoria rushing around the other corner. "Baby! I've been looking for you everywhere, are you crying again?"

Again? Draco looked in your direction, acknowledging your presence before you slipped back around the corner. Astoria didn't seem to take notice and just handed him a tissue from her pocket. "You have to stop watching those tragic romance movies. You know they never end well and yet you still put yourself through them. At least we'll never end like that, right baby?"

Clearly, she was oblivious, or Draco had lied to her enough times that she didn't suspect anything. Or maybe she knew why but refused to admit it to herself. It would jeopardize her own emotions too much.

You could hear them walking away, and you looked down at the ground and took a deep breath. You didn't want to think about your own feelings for Draco, romantic or otherwise, as it just wasn't probable. He was in a committed relationship with Astoria, and above all else, she was a pureblood. You were not. No magic could ever change that, and all you'd heard through your time at Hogwarts was that stupid, degrading word. 'Mudblood'

But seeing him that way, so vulnerable, too distressed to wait to get back to the privacy of his own dorm, urged you to help him, and hold him when he cried.

Too distracted by your own thoughts to study, you walked back to your own dorm.

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[ryuichirou]

Hi ! First of all I wanna say I'm a huge fan of your drawings, your artstyle is so pretty !! Idia is one of my favs and I loooove how you draw him like he just looks so squishable /very pos. Then my question would be : have you played through chapter 6 yet ? If not, do you have any theories about what is going to happen ? And if yes, do you have any thoughts to share about it ?? I'm super curious to hear your opinion !!

Hello hello! I’m very sorry for replying to you so late, but we were in the middle of watching chapter 6 and decided to postpone our reply until we’re done, so I can share our thoughts properly (Sorry, this is going to be a monster of a reply, I’m going to talk a lot…). Hope all this was worth the wait!

Well, first of all, thank you so much for your kind words! I’m very happy that you like my artstyle and especially how I draw Idia, it means a lot. <3

Sooo, chapter 6.

To be completely honest, we went into twst already knowing about what happens in it, because our friend (who was playing through it at that moment) told us about Idia’s overblot and his and Ortho’s story. We were already interested in Idia by that point, which is why we were very curious about his arc, and I think it’s fair to say that this was the exact point we’d decided that we’re definitely going to check twst out. It just felt like it was filled with characters and tropes that we would really enjoy, and boy was it a correct hunch. That being said, the fact that we had already known the story didn’t ruin the emotional impact at all, we felt completely wrecked by ch6 lol

This post is possibly going to turn into me screaming about how much I love both Idia and Ortho, so I’m sorry in advance, but.

I really love Idia. This is going to sound weird, but I love how completely miserable he is and how you can see his suffering even when he’s giggling (oh how nice it was to hear his voice all the time lol) or messing with others. I think he is very well-written in this regard: he is clearly depressed, clearly very traumatized, clearly has a hard time dealing with what happened to him and the original Ortho (I mean the real one, but you know), but just… manages, somehow? It’s like he’s constantly playing the game of “for how long can I be in denial before I inevitably remember what I’ve done to my own brother and that this Ortho isn’t the real Ortho”. Except he never actually forgets about it, the realization is always in the back of his mind, because Idia can’t even allow himself to fully fall into denial; he always needs to remember what he did. It’s cool that Ortho-AI knows about what happened to the original Ortho too, even though Idia could have easily make him unaware, just so that they could pretend nothing has ever happened.

On a lighter note, when you take a character like this, with all his baggage, quirks and difficulties in basic human communication, and put him in a central role of a boss figure, who also has to talk to all the main cast and deal with their bullshit (seriously, just sign the NDA already, you problem children!), it ends up being quite amusing. Idia really tried his best to act like a boss, but was constantly bullied by others lol I also really love the contrast between uninterested Idia who just wants everything to be over already and enthusiastic Idia, who gets quite spunky and talkative once the topic shifts to stuff that he’s interested in. I love how Azul complained about Idia ranting his ears off all the time in the board games club, this is such an important and fun detail of his character: he is quiet, but actually enjoys talking when he’s passionate about the topic, and I think the chapter portrayed it perfectly. The entire segment in which the cast got to play random games and talked was really nice, but maybe it’s just me being soft for everyone involved in it lol

And I really love Ortho. In fact, I didn’t think I would love him as much as I do now, but he is quite enjoyable and more nuanced of a character than I anticipated him to be. It’s very easy for this character type to be simply “a cute android guy”, but the sheer power of his love towards Idia is wow. I find it interesting that while Idia did program him to act like the original Ortho, I don’t think he could’ve put so much love and care towards him (Idia) into his script. It was something that Ortho ended up feeling all by himself, by being with Idia for so long, taking care of him and noticing what makes him happy and what makes him miserable. The fact that he basically came to the conclusion that he didn’t want Idia to be miserable anymore, so he would rather destroy the world and rebuild it in a way that would make him happy is absolutely beautiful. We do have a soft spot for a trope in which AI gets attached to a person (in a not necessarily healthy way), and I am biased when it comes to that sentiment for personal reasons, but I also think it was a very nice plot point. Especially considering the fact that it were Rook and Vil who kind of inspired Ortho to stop feeling useless and actually go and do something, stop being a zero and all, like damn what a crossover lol a local couple of wise gay men accidentally inspired an AI boi to start an apocalypse.

The flashback… oof.  It was very beautiful and traumatizing (hey my favourite combo). I think I can talk about it all day, but I’ll just note that the voice acting in this particular part was awesome: I still get goosebumps when I think about that moment when teenage Idia suddenly starts crying after sounding so excited and smug and happy because he just finished the first version of his robo-Ortho. Because even though he did succeed, it didn’t fix anything: Ortho was still dead, his invention looked and sounded like Ortho but it would never be able to change the past. Ghhhh despair.

The design of Idia’s overblot was also great, I really loved that this time it was kind of like a double boss? Because the phantom wasn’t just a random, well, phantom, it was Ortho + the entire Underworld, and it was unusual and fun listening to their dialogues and stuff.

One of other very good things this book does is how it showcases other characters and their struggles. Exploring characters from a previous book in the current one is something that twst does every time, so we anticipated learning more about Pomefiore (and boy was that a ride), but we also got some good insight about Azul and Riddle and even Jamil a little bit (not much about Leona, but that’s Leona for you). And I can see how watching 3 sets of characters basically complete the same task over and over again could be quite tiring, but (maybe because we watched the walkthrough instead of playing the game) I personally didn’t mind it as much simply because the character aspect of it was entertaining enough. For the most part.

I really enjoyed Azul’s and Riddle’s scenes because of how similar yet completely different these two are: both are hard-working, grinding for good grades, having a lot of ambitions, but so very different in how they were raised and how they ended up navigating their lives. It was kind of surprising, considering that their chapters were pretty much the first ones and we haven’t seen them in a while, but it’s not like they’re completely healed from their issues: Azul still has a huge complex about being underestimated; Riddle still has a hard time breaking some arbitrary rules that don’t even mean much in a crisis. An unexpected, but a very nicely put together duo.

I won’t share all of my thoughts about Pomefiore because otherwise we’ll be here all day (and I’m already tired…), but what I’ll say is that it was great to see how strong their bond is, and that Rook and Vil’s relationships are very beautifully written. Please, someone, ask me about them, so I could rant about this too… orz I love Pomefiore so much… Vil’s and Idia’s interactions too…

So yeah, the chapter also ended on a very nice note, at least for the Shrouds. With other guys, when their arcs end, there is always this feeling of “oof better get everything back to normal”, but with these two it feels like an exciting new chapter of life for them, like everything is going to change somehow, but not drastically and uncomfortably. I don’t know if I explained it well but… Idia got his closure and got to say goodbye to Ortho properly; but he is still a socially inept otaku shut-in, he is still going to play an unhealthy amount of videogames, and he is still dependant on his robot-brother. But Ortho is now a person with an untouchable/unchangeable mindset, who chose to be with Idia and protect him himself. Also, other students got to know Idia and understand him a tiny little bit better, and honestly I feel like this is something that Ortho wanted the most.

Overall it was a solid chapter (I keep calling it both a chapter and a book, it’s confusing…) and I loved it. As you can see lol