#to anyone that actually ends up reading ALL OF THAT god bless you holy shit i hope you get catapulted up to the highest heaven

[tigerjolteo]

So I may or may not have turned my project moon yume ships into a project sekai unit :(

A group of four vocalists who sometimes perform on the street, sometimes make covers, and sometimes perform in live shows - as long as they're singing, they're doing what they love.

Their name is 'elysian epoch' and their infodump is below 🧡

THE CHARACTERS

Charlie is a street performer from Miyamasuzaka (1-A) - a vocalist who busks nearly everyday singing sweet love songs between afternoon to night. Occasionally she posts covers on social media, but prefers performing live. She is popular and sociable. The leader of elysian epoch, and Tora's best friend since middle school.

Daniel is a rich kid from Kamiyama (2-B) whose knowledge of music all comes from the rich kid classes his parents sent him to. Has as much of an affinity for coffee as he does for enjoying the musical talent of others! A bright and passionate young man. Part of Kamiyama's Health Committee (insert Welfare joke here) alongside Tora. Classmates with Giovanni.

Tora is a lonely artist from Kamiyama (1-C) who has a complex about her voice sounding 'weird'. She fakes a more typically feminine tone until she is confronted about it. She is awkward but well-meaning. On the Health Committee with Daniel and in the Art Club with Giovanni, and Charlie's best friend since middle school.

Giovanni is another quiet artist from Kamiyama (2-B) who fell into a deep depression after his childhood friend tragically passed away. Often sleeping or doodling aimlessly during class. He regained his inspiration for life after seeing Charlie, Tora and Daniel perform together for the first time.

The Harbour SEKAI is a city-based dock right by a sea that seems to stretch on for miles. There are some cozy shops further back, and the main walking street is lit up by street-lamps. The moon is almost always up, and the sun never rises past the horizon. It is an overall large, spacious area with a lot of environmental value. Miku, Luka and KAITO are the initial Virtual Singers. Thematically the group portrays a blend of VBS and N25. Music genre-wise, their style is mostly night-time city pop (like A4., imase and natori), with the occassional electro swing (like Surii and FAKE TYPE).

THE STORY

Charlie first enters her SEKAI after thinking about where she wants to go with her passion for musical performance. Typical SEKAI things happen where she meets and talks to Miku, before leaving and thinking that it was simply a dream.

The next day, Daniel happens across Charlie's street performance and stays until she finishes her song. She thought he was cute and gave a little wink as fanservice, and though she was disappointed when he left right as the song ended, she continued on with her set. The next day, Charlie infiltrates Kamiyama to spend the lunch break with Tora, and Daniel sees the former after having come to the classroom to ask the latter a question regarding the committee.

Charlie and Daniel recognise each other and chat for a bit, with Daniel praising her vocal performance and Charlie praising him for how much he knows. She becomes slightly infatuated, and once he leaves she makes a light-hearted comment about inviting him to perform with her, which Tora dismisses as a joke.

After more relationship establishment (Daniel and Giovanni as classmates, Giovanni and Tora as club mates, Giovanni and Charlie having negative first impressions of each other) and discussions, Charlie and Daniel eventually perform together and it's wonderful. Tora is happy that her best friend found someone to perform with, but ultimately combats feelings of jealousy at the fact that she isn't there with her.

She becomes slightly withdrawn from her friendship with Charlie but in that time bonds more with Giovanni, as they finally start having proper conversations during their club activities, sharing the same uncertainty in what they want to do with their lives and having art as a grounding crutch.

Charlie notices that Tora is distancing herself a little and expresses her worries to Daniel, and the two of them accidentally end up in SEKAI. Through a discussion with him, Luka and KAITO about not knowing why Tora is suddenly becoming more distant, realises how she doesn't truly know her. She suppresses a breakdown - now feeling guilty, she decides to properly talk to Tora.

They attempt to share a heart to heart in Tora's room, but she struggles in opening up and saying what she wants to say. Charlie decides to bring her to SEKAI to help her calm down, and to her surprise Daniel is already there exploring the area. He gives them privacy, and Tora finally tells Charlie about how she wants to perform with her as well. Charlie is overjoyed and formally invites her to perform together with Daniel, and insists that they sing a song together immediately, to which Tora nervously agrees.

A few days later, Daniel and Giovanni interact. The former is more starry-eyed than usual and Giovanni attempts to poke fun at him, but Daniel starts gushing about performing with Charlie, to which Giovanni reacts neutrally but thinks cynically about, internally dismissing it as a phase or short-lived fulfilment that ultimately won't bring him anywhere. The same day, he notices that Tora is also in higher spirits than usual, and after she essentially tells him the same thing albeit in a more awkward and soft-spoken manner, he ends up slightly spiralling. He stumbles into SEKAI, and has a very confused chat with KAITO before he leaves, wanting to believe that it was a dream but ultimately knowing that it wasn't.

It's Giovanni's turn to become more withdrawn and pessimistic, additionally falling into an artistic slump. Both Daniel and Tora notice but are unsure of how to talk to him, but eventually the former decides to properly approach him and brings him into SEKAI, interrupting a practice session between Charlie and Tora. Giovanni is shocked that they all also have access to SEKAI and vice versa. Charlie, who hasn't had a meaningful interaction with Giovanni since the time they first met, is hesitant in doing so especially now, but after some prompting from her performance partners she decides to invite Giovanni to watch them busk on the street. Giovanni ultimately disregards the suggestion before he leaves, and Charlie is annoyed at his melancholy, but keeps her thoughts to herself after seeing how worried Daniel and Tora are.

The next day, Charlie, Daniel and Tora are about to perform together for the first time and there's no sign of Giovanni. Charlie passively expresses her annoyance, but they start their set. Giovanni, having initially not wanted to go see the three of them, ends up walking past anyhow, and he's captivated by how much they seem to be truly enjoying themselves, and how radiant they appear to be while they're singing. He hurriedly leaves once the song ends, which the other three notice.

Giovanni is unable to be found anywhere for the next two days and Charlie is frustrated by how much Daniel and Tora care, so she goes off to SEKAI by herself under the pretence of wanting to ask Miku a question. She finds Giovanni there by himself, with Miku watching him from a distance. She tells Charlie that he's been wandering around the SEKAI aimlessly, and after some deliberating she caves and goes up to him. She starts off sharply asking him why he ran away after he saw the three of them perform, and he says that seeing them all perform with such passion reminded him of an old friend he had - Carmen - whose death cause him to lose his motivation for life. He admits that seeing them with the same kind of spark and passion that Carmen had absolutely terrified him, but ultimately made him want to find a reason to live his life properly - he is just unsure of how to do such a thing. Charlie sympathises with his loss, before inviting him to be a part of their performance group.

Just as Giovanni agrees, Daniel and Tora enter SEKAI, saying that they were prompted by Miku after she overheard them being concerned about the other two. Charlie establishes them all as a group, and Daniel enthusiastically suggests the name 'Elysium'. Giovanni dislikes them implicitly representing a form of the afterlife, and Charlie then suggests 'elysian epoch', to keep Daniel's idea but turn it into something a little more abstract for Giovanni's sake. They all agree on the name, and 'Untitled' turns into 'Elysium Rendezvous'. Miku, Luka and KAITO come up to them and explain that their feelings turned into a song before prompting them to sing it, and it marks the first time they all sing together as a group.

A few days later they all perform the song live on the streets, and it is noted by Charlie's regulars as the first time she performed an original song, and she happily says that there may be more to come, and now that she has more people with her she's going to try and expand the group's horizons, branching out into doing more things and performing in more places and more forms of media. There are slightly mixed reactions, but Charlie insists that this is the path she wants to take with the group, and as the crowd disperses she hears some people commenting on the other member in a critical manner, additionally some people wanting her to go back to performing solo. She is annoyed at hearing such things, but decides to put on a smile and regroups with the rest of elysian epoch, happily asking them when they're all free to perform together again.

[jasondeansgothwife]

gerbert fic rec list

alright, kitty’s third fic rec list time! requested by @meowmeowcat759506 just after i had thought of doing one of these for gerbert, which is really fun! love you (platonic) clay <3

♡ = a favorite of kitty’s

1. On My Own: sad angsty pre and post break up gerbert

make sure to read all tags! very bwaaahhh and ough!! one shot. 642 words.

♡ 2. Well, We Kiss Like Painted Tigers: Written for a kiss meme prompt: "Bert/Gerard, smeared makeup."

trigger warning for mentions of drugs, alcohol, and addiction! god, i adore this one. one shot. 829 words.

♡ 3. Extent of My Sin: “And I don’t want to think too much about what we should and shouldn’t do.” Originally written June 2005.

trigger warning for drugs and sex! i love this one’s vibe, and it uses nine inch nails lyrics, which is cool! one shot. 2,067 words.

4. Clumsy Heart: The summer Bert and Gerard got together, Gerard was busy falling apart.

contains sex, drugs/alcohol/cigarettes. surprised me by not having a sad ending! has a fun sort of chaotic summer romance vibe to it. gerbert fics actually written in 2000s type time hit different. one shot. 2,266 words.

♡ 5. the confrontation: Bert confronts Gerard and calls him out on, basically, everything.

HOLY SHIT lmao. fighting (verbal and physical), cigarettes and alcohol, minor discussion of body image, f slur, minor nsfw. background past frerard. basically, post-break-up gerbert fight featuring an amalgamation of prorev theories, openly bisexual bert, sad little puppy unrequited love frankie iero, and deeply closeted gay gerard. daily dose of drama for someone who doesn’t leave her house (me). one shot. 7,938 words.

6. your love is my drug: Bert loves mornings like this. Waking up with his boyfriend kissing him sweetly then maybe later, they'll make those awesome waffles or maybe they'll have morning sex or whatever. He fucking loves this.

fluff. contains sexual content and background frikey. really cute!! one shot. 2,004 words.

♡ 7. Blush: Gerard lives in black and white. He’s fine with it. But when he meets Frank, everything changes.

soulmate au, but with a theme of “people can make their own choices about their soulmates.” starts out as frerard, but gerbert is endgame! has sad parts but a very happy ending. featuring background petekey, ashlee simpson (who i adore) and a baby! trigger warning for character death and some sexual content. multi chapter. 9,181 words.

8. Just Ask: Bert has plenty he wants, but doesn't want to ask.

costume party! warnings for sexual content and alcohol, and also for teh fact tha they wear cop costumes, lol. one shot. 4,517 words.

9. Parents’ Weekend: Gerard loves the guy, he really does. Really. But sometimes Bert, bless his heart, just gets things...Wrong. Despite his wonderful intentions.

very cute short thing about bert being nervous to meet gerard’s parents after they’ve been dating for a while. no warnings except swearing, but my blog url currently has a curse word in it, so anyone reading this is probably fine with that, haha! one shot. 483 words.

[the-frankenmost]

Alright so, I don’t talk about my canon openly very much, but I think there’s at least two people who want to hear about here so I’m just gonna ramble.

I don’t remember a lot before Gloomsvile so we’re not getting much of a “backstory” here :/ sorry. I do remember that it was only Mom though. I was a total momma’s boy. Len was very obviously the favorite though. I don’t really want to get into that here. I had (and still have) ADHD and Autism. Can’t comment on Len too much because memory is still very fragmented, but he definitely was not neurotypical. I was a very sensitive little guy while Len was the more rough and tough boy. Mom would call me a cry baby a lot. Len and I were twins, we weren’t born conjoined. I don’t remember how we died which is probably a good thing. Len loved creepy crawlies, I did not. He’d play with worms and I’d just be there freaking out. Still really don’t like the squirmy type.

Came to Gloomsville in search of more and stayed because, Ruby, duh. R.I.P Actually hit it off In Gloomsville and the neighboring towns. I remember the first time we made it into the paper, Ruby threw a big party and Len and I ate too much and got sick lol.

One time Skullboy thought he was related to a long line of Rock Stars and tried to get us to let him join the band. I’m named Frank for a reason (jk). Shut that shit down quick. Dude sucks at music. I think Iris AND Misery had had crushes on us for a while but that was extremely short lived. I don’t think anyone in that house was straight

(-Poe & Skull Boy) but I was probably the last one to come out for reasons we’ll get to later.

This is where the memories get more frequent and also a bit more sensitive. Read ahead at your own risk please.

Len and I had a medical emergency one night and for some reason the only solution the doctors could think of was to separate us, we were so far gone when they had us sign a waiver so neither of us could comprehend what was happening. Woke up in my own hospital bed in my own hospital room. Good lord the fear I felt that afternoon. Apparently Len had been freaking out way worse because he’d woken up like two days before I did. Shit was terrifying. You’d think “oh well now you get to experience privacy!” Fuck that I want my brother. I don’t remember exactly what had been wrong but both of us needed several different transplants, I got a new stomach. With that came new stomach issues. Could no longer have a lot of favorite foods or I’d get really sick. Len got off easy, I’m happy for him. We both got new dicks because we’d shared one. God bless that decision holy shit.

It was shortly after the emergency separation is when my mental health started to decline and I had that big meltdown that Skull Boy found reason enough to break my nose. In all fairness he’d thought I’d shoved Ruby when really I’d just startled her pretty bad. Not much better in my opinion. She didn’t deserve that. The guilt is what drove me to go hide in the woods surrounding the house. I’d originally planned to cool off and then lock myself in the garage for a while but fate had other plans for me that night. Took a tumble all the way down that huge hill the house sat on. I tried to find my way back home, I really did I promise. But I’d been so exhausted and was so lost I’d ended up in the neighboring town in the complete opposite direction of the house. I was lost in those woods for so long I’d kinda lost it a bit. My brain convinced me that there was nothing for me back home and that they didn’t want me there anymore. Kinda exiled myself at that point. Some guy found me collapsed in the snow and took me to him place to fix me up so I wouldn’t die out there. Definitely would have if he hadn’t found me. He’s the one who gave me the train ticket and the deed to the farm in Pelican town.

The train ride took days to get to Zuzu city. I slept the whole time anyway so don’t remember much. Lewis met me at the station and escorted me to the bus to the town. Passed out on the bus and woke up in the hospital, again. Getting real sick of that. Harvey thought Lewis had brought him a corpse at first so when I’d woken up he freaked out. Comforting. People would come visit. They were so nice. Got released from the hospital and Lewis and Robin showed me to the Farm. I miss the farm to this very day. I’d give anything to go back. Got the place all cleaned up with Robin’s help. Hid in the old cottage, refusing to come out for a month or so. Finally decided to try planting the seeds Caroline had given me to start the garden. Was very cynical about it until the little baby seedlings popped up. Immediately was hooked. I’d sit on the steps leading to the patio and just talk to the little guys. Random chicken showed up on my property one day and that’s when I’d met Jas, Vincent and Charlie. Jas was fascinated while Vincent was dragging her away from the farm screaming and crying that I was going to eat them. Only came outside to water after that. I’d catch Jas snooping around the property. She reminded me of Ruby so I’d get sad. She’d leave little flowers from the fields surrounding the ranch just south of the farm. Those flowers kept me chugging during that period of time. Eventually decided I wanted to keep Chickens for company so I made my way to the ranch. That’s when I met Marnie and Shane. Marnie had Shane help me with building the coop and the run. Didn’t say much. Marnie took it upon herself to keep pressuring him to come help on the farm after a while. He’d never really say much to me. We all know where that ended up.

Shane and I would talk more and more with each visit. Jas would come help too. I got fairly dependent on their visits. As Shane and I would talk more we’d get closer. We officially started dating about six months after I’d first got there. I was happy for the first time in ages, and so was he.

Things carried on as they were for two years until the big Stardew County fair. I was cleaning up my little booth when I heard a familiar voice shouting my name. I don’t know how or why they’d decided to attend this fair of all the other fairs and festivals but they’d found me. Len quickly went from sobbing in relief that I was alive to throttling me. Oh ho ho he was pissed when he found out about Shane. Had to pry him off of him. Poor Shane was so rattled. We had a big sit down talk with everyone. Skull Boy couldn’t even look me in the eyes. I could tell he blamed himself for my disappearance, and that made me feel terrible. Ruby never gave up on looking for me.

Everything eventually went back to normal. They’d come visit fairly regularly. Len would just show up unannounced sometimes but I liked it. Shane didn’t. Shane and I eventually got married and this is where you’d think it was happily ever after. I wish that was the case. I really do. I don’t remember the exact amount of time between that and my eventual, untimely death. It wasn’t long enough though. I was so happy. I had my friends back. I had my brother back. I was married with an adopted daughter, though Jas continued to refer to me as “ Uncle Frank” I didn’t mind though. I’d told Shane I was going to the mines and he practically begged me not to go because I’d previously gotten hurt down there, but I’m a hard headed, stubborn idiot. He knew he couldn’t stop me so instead he came along. I don’t know what happened down there, as I’ve blocked it out but something terrible obviously. Shane carried me all the way to Harvey’s, but it was too late. There was nothing anyone could do.

And now I’m here. Anyway, it’s 2am so I’m going to sleep now. I’m certain there are typos but I can’t be bothered. Goodnight.

[eristic-kaleidoscope]

Mad Max: Fury Road | Erik | Voting Result Reaction

Holy shit.

He'd come to most of the same conclusions that Erik A had, but figured they'd get an explanation for Eureka's motives after the votes were read, whatever they were. The main objective had been simply to avoid a double mistrial and prevent anyone who wasn't involved with the case from dying. He promised himself he would listen for Eureka's explanation. Maybe it was (and it kind of was) a panicked decision. Maybe she was actually high on something and fucked up big time, and refused to admit to the murder out of embarrassment that she had done so while tripping.

But no. Oh god no, if they hadn't succeeded thanks to the combined efforts of Kenshin, Adrik and himself, all of their important people would've died. Sure, for some people that might have been a bittersweet blessing, but for several people including him that was the absolute worst outcome. Any trace of sympathy for Eureka expired that very moment, because while he was willing to conceded that she had an understandable reason for wanting her sister-clone-whatever dead, not at the cost of so many other actual loved ones. Not his mother.

 "Of course we're not some sort of justice system. This is a kangaroo fucking court more than anything else," Erik directs curtly at END. "I'm not under any sort of illusion that I am also killing someone through these votes. But I am also voting to ensure that no one who deserves pain suffers as a consequence of someone else's actions. And that is also justice."

His withering gaze turns to Eureka. "And as for you... I have little to say to you. I'd call this a betrayal but I've never actually trusted you, especially after you tried to use me to break Arakiel and Erisu up. Fuck right off." He's leaving his spot and heading east, because he's especially conscious that An cannot possibly be in a good mood about this either and wants out of the line of fire. He's just gonna hang out next to Erik A and Erika L.

[vodkassassin]

Hey hun! Reminding you about that Moshang list like you asked!

Sorry this took so long, I ran out of energy and didn’t get any more until like, yesterday. Okay, so! Moshang fic recs!!

AN IDIOT’S GUIDE TO A HAPPY MARRIAGE by tagteamme. Chapters: 8/8, words:  156,680

Summary:  In order to pay off a debt that's not his, Shang Qinghua agrees to marry a man that's as cold and unyielding as he is stupidly rich.

Vod Notes: I’m not normally one for modern AU’s, but there’s just something about aspiring CEO MBJ and flat out broke SQH somehow wiggling his way into his heart that gets to me. The characterizations in this story are flawless, and the customary Moshang miscommunication/misunderstanding had me tearing out my hair at several points, yelling at these two dumbasses; and that’s how you know it’s a good one. 9/10 because I experienced lots of stress while reading this, which actually is a sign of a fantastic story, I’m just really weak and pathetic and immerse myself in reading way too much, so actually 11/10! Depends on how you look at it I suppose lol

a rose by any other name by sarahyyy. Chapters 1/1, words: 6,795

Summary: The one where Shang Qinghua suddenly becomes Prime Demon Marriage Material™ (bc of the LBH/SQQ marriage).

Vod Notes: somft. MBJ just loves SQH so very much, and SQH is pining ad dense as fuck. The perfect Moshang fic recipe. They are warm, soft, clueless idiots in this while still somehow being entirely competent, and we love to see that. SQH is a man made of contingency plans <3 I love it when authors do my son justice. 10/10

How to Panic Your Demon King by StarlightLion. Chapters: 1/1, words: 7,816

Summary: Mu Qingfang is starting to wonder if this is a requirement to be a demon lord. At least this one isn't kidnapping him.

Vod Notes: A delicious one shot about MBj worrying about the love of his life, who is a strong, dedicated, talented man who has an unfortunate training mishaps and then tries to cover it up bc he’s also dumb and doesn’t want to worry anyone. Stupid man. SQH we love you pls take care of yourself. You’re giving your husband grey hairs. A special treat toward the end with a MQF POV! My sexy doctor man is exasperated and done with everything. 10/10

it must follow, as the night the day by Tossawary. Chapters: 7/7, words: 26,342

Summary: Airplane Bro transmigrates into his own web-novel only to find out that the System messed up his world! Shang Qinghua is a demon in this world! All the characters supposed to be humans are demons in this world! And all the characters supposed to be demons are...?

Vod Notes: You simply cannot go wrong with Tossawary. They have the most scrumptious servings of Moshang in all the land. For this specific one, we’re gifted with a lovely Role Reversal AU! It’s got everything! Demon!SQH who is a absolute mess of a man? Serious cultivator MBJ who is stoic and cold but has the heart of a hero (or just a heart hardwired for SQH specifically)? Espionage? Feed it to me slowly like grapes. 11/10

You Will Never Step Lightly in the Dark by Janusoverlord. Chapters: 11/11, words 57,218

Summary: Shang Qinghua wakes up in the aftermath of Tianlang-Jun's rampage on Cang Qiong Mountain and has to navigate the delicate political situation he now finds himself in. Luo Binghe is building a harem with Shen Qingqiu as his first, and honestly most terrifying, husband. Yet, Luo Binghe seems to be turning his eyes to Shang Qinghua as a possibility as well. Excuse you? What is this? He didn't sign up for this!

Vod Notes: holy fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck this one blew my entire mind! Not only do we have SQH looking out for number one (which is himself, bless you my son) when shit turns strictly bad, but we have a absolutely, one of a kind, PHENOMENAL badass SQQ who is supporting his bro and fucking shit up left and right and everywhere for Airplane’s sake. God. This was like drinking fine wine. Breathtaking, spectacular. My life has been changed. MBJ spends most of this being a big, sulky, upset mess but don’t worry, cucumberplane fixes that up themselves. LBH get’s put in time out by both his husbands (because this is LBH/SQQ/LQG), because he fucks up in this majorly and SQQ isn’t fucking happy and doesn’t let him get away with it just because he gives him the puppy eyes and I AM LIVINGGGGGGGGG!! TLDR: simply superb badass cucumberplane, sad boy MBJ hours, and LQG gets stuck with babysit the naughty demon king duty. VERDICT: umm?! 7000/10

A Queen’s Trials (And How to Speedrun Them) by daddykeehl. Chapters: 1/8(as of 4/17/21), words: 25,000.

Summary: Shang Qinghua is now well on his way to the same happily-ever-after that every protagonist gets, but two things stand in his way. The Queen's Trials, and a council that just won't give up. Too bad for them, they really don't know who they're dealing with.

Vod Notes: Sorry I can’t hear any of your questions over the loud, shrill screams of my absolute LOVE for this story. it’s not finished, no, but it’s set up in arcs per chapter, so I’m fine with waiting for the next one to come along, and so will you if you read this. Because, lemme tell you. Fucking amazing. An SQH who knows everything about the North? He’s God, dammit, why wouldn’t he? Using that to his advantage? Not just to prolong his life, but to legally win the right to marry MBJ. God, this story is just absolutely breathtaking. I was speechless when I got to the end of chapter one. The sheer level of worldbuilding! Catch me with actual hearts in my eyes. The small DETAILS! The magnificently built OCs! The culture, the writing! The character interactions! SQH goes around accidentally winning the lifelong loyalty of every badass, OP demon in the Northern realm. I am still screeching. daddykeehl you’re my number one. fucking 200k/10 heart eyes emoji, heart eyes emoji (also, it’s part of a series! The story before this one, Quick, Easy Steps To Realizing You’re The Queen Consort, is also VERY good.)

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

His Dark Materials - Season 2 Episode 7 *FINALE* (Thoughts and Rambles)

We have a LOT to unpack here oh my god oh my god

When I say I was screaming and yelling during the episode, I mean I was LITERALLY screaming and yelling

This post is mostly screeching and capital letters, you’ve been warned

“So cold” “life or death meant nothing” - well shit. Accurate description of a Spectre attack damn

I didn’t know what those creepy noises were at first and I was sat here absolutely TERRIFIED because it was creepy as fuck. Then I realized it was cliff ghasts because they said something that I recognized from the book and I was like “oh shit”

Pan and Will talking is the sweetest omg

The fact that Pan told him that Lyra thinks he’s as brave as King Iorek Byrnison :’)

“She’s the best friend I’ve ever had” “You’re her best friend too” - STOP, MY HEART

Lyra was awake and heard the whole conversation :3

“I’m no longer an aeronaut” :( “I’m an insect” - LMAO

Hester and Lee’s banter remains my favourite thing and now it’s bittersweet tbh...

“You could never be an insect, Lee” “Okay, hare” - bless them

Marisa finding where Lyra was staying and then finding Lyra’s coat?? And crying with it pressed to her face?? :’(

In case I haven’t mentioned it already, I am incredibly gay for the witches/their aesthetic/costume. Absolutely beautiful queens, all of them

Oh hi, it’s Mary and the two kids!

The fact that Mary helped them find their adults :’)

Also, “We like you miss” - BLESS

I’m kind of confused as to whether the blue flower petals are important or if it’s just her smelling them? IDK

“I’m close to my father, it’s time I found him” - OOF OKAY UMM ARE YOU SURE

“I let my best friend down” - Noooo Lyra, no you didn’t! :( Your dad is a terrible parent and killed him, that’s not your fault!

“Maybe this is how I let you down” - Well done, Asriel and Marisa, you’ve fucked up a perfectly fine child is what you’ve done

Will telling Lyra that she hasn’t let him down :3

That witch turning up because she was trying to warn Marisa about the spectres, only for Marisa to torture and kill her... oof

FUCKING MONKEY I CAN’T DECIDE HOW I FEEL ABOUT HIM

“She’s MY daughter” - Okay, damn, lady...

“EVE. She’s the mother of all” - OH FUCK YOU TOLD HER. OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK

THE SPECTRE ATE HER DÆMON OMG NO THIS IS HORRIFYING WTAF

Seriously, the way the witch went so grey and lifeless and just fell to her knees and down... Urgh, my stomach is turning

Just when I thought I hated the monkey again, he starts whimpering because he’s afraid of the Spectres :(

“Stop whimpering” - DAMN MARISA YOU ARE A STONE COLD BITCH HUH

Pan being the damn voice of reason and telling Lyra they should stay with the witches like yes, Lyra, listen to him for once!!!

Okay but why are the Magisterium soldiers lowkey dressed like German soldiers from one of the World Wars???

I’m not really surprised that BBC left out the detail of Ruta and Asriel fucking when she found him to be honest XD

So the witches think that the Æsahættr is a person but it’s actually the KNIFE. AND THEY DON’T REALIZE. RUTA YOU DON’T NEED TO GO ANYWHERE, IT’S LITERALLY RIGHT THERE

“...That’s not my dæmon.” “Run.” - OH SHIT OKAY MY WHOLE BODY JUST TENSED UP

So umm Lee got shot and FUCK NO FUCK NO I’M NOT READY FOR THIS EMOTIONALLY THANKS

I LITERALLY DO NOT WANT THIS TO HAPPEN OKAY

“You’re either with me or against me” Umm he’s your dæmon?!?!

THE WAY SHE SCREAMED AT HIM OH MY GOD SHE’S FUCKING TERRIFYING HOLY CRAP

“What are you frightened of?” - oh, I don’t know, Marisa, maybe because YOU FUCKING SCREECHED AT HIM. MAYBE HE’S FRIGHTENED OF YOU

Also I love the detail of Marisa getting onto her hands and knees, sort of crouching and mirroring the monkey’s body language. I just love the parallel

The way the monkey flinched from her when she went to touch him omg :( No dæmon should be THIS afraid of their person (or at all?!?!)

Honestly, I find this series’ portrayal of Marisa fascinating tbh

“We have to do whatever it takes to keep her safe” - Umm, like maybe drugging her and hiding her in a cave for months? 🤔

Also in case I didn’t say this before, the fact she has complete control of the Spectres is fucking scary and always has been from the very first time I read the books

Okay so Lee is fully aware that he’s going to die if he stays behind but he does it because he knows that it’s the best chance of making sure that Lyra ends up under the knife’s protection (because Jopari will find her). All Lee wants is for Lyra to be safe and that hurts my heart so much, he loves this child so much :’(

“I love that little girl like a daughter” - LEE STOP MY HEART IS ALREADY BREAKING AS IT IS

NO NO NO NO I AM NOT AND NEVER WILL BE READY

Oh hey Red PAN-da (sorry I know I keep repeating that joke but honestly LOOK AT HIM)

“Once I change, you’ll stop changing” - OH SHIT. So we’re having THAT conversation then

“What do you think you’ll be?” “A flea I hope” - LMFAO I LOVE IT

“Is it Will that’s changing you?” “I think” - FORESHADOWING FOR AMBER SPYGLASS ANYONE?!

All the meanwhile, while Lee is dying and shit is going down, Ms Mary Malone is just chilling in a cave on a mountain by a waterfall, just reading

I literally struggled to watch Lee’s final scenes. I literally didn’t want to watch it because I cried reading it in the book, and I knew I’d be the same here

The fact that Lee HATES taking away people’s lives but he says “it’s theirs or Lyra’s”... I love him. He loves her so much.

“Think about anything, think about bacon!” - LMFAO I LOVE YOU HESTER YOU ABSOLUTE GEM

THE BULLET CLIPPED HIS SCALP AND I HAD A HEART ATTACK 

“This is my fault, isn’t it?” - NO HESTER NO DON’T YOU DARE BLAME YOURSELF DARLIN’, YOU ARE THE BEST AND WE LOVE YOU AND LEE LOVES YOU

I do this everytime I read the book and I did here even though I know what happens, but I was praying mentally that maybe Serafina would reach Lee in time... just maybe...

I’m really sitting here crying over Hester and Lee on a Sunday night, love that for me

Hester limping :(

“Don’t you go before I do” - FUCK YOU BBC AND PHILIP I’M SOBBING MY EYES OUT

“Oh how far we flew” - STOP IT. STOP IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW I SWEAR-

I literally yelled and cried out “NOOO” when Hester faded away and Lee died. I am so upset even though I KNEW it was coming. I am literally not okay.

Oh god no Will, now is not the time to be walking away from Lyra and that witch 

Also why is that witch asleep on guard?? Come on, love, do better, it’s not like these are the two most important children in all the universes.... 

To be fair to Marisa, I’d feel pretty invincible if I were climbing up a mountain while the Spectres were guarding me/on my side

WILL AND JOHN FINALLY MET AHHHH

“I was told I’d find my father here”  - YEAH AND THAT’S HIM WILL ASDFGHJKL;

I’m low-key disappointed that there’s no brawl between Will and Jopari here. Like they instantly recognize each other and... hmm. I know there has to be changes but still.

“Your mother, Will, where is she?” - Awww. John really didn’t stop loving her :’)

“My son... is the Knife Bearer” - oooooohhhhhhh

“You have a dæmon” - that’s right, Will. Don’t worry, you’ll get one next season

The way I audible went “oh shIT” when Mrs Coulter found Lyra fast asleep. Like I said, I knew what was going to happen but STILL

I’m not really surprised that those Spectres killed the witch who was supposed to be guarding Lyra and Will tbh like that’s what happens when only ONE witch guards two teenagers and that witch falls asleep

The way that Lyra panicked when she woke up and saw her mother stroking her cheek omg 

Off topic but I’ve only just realized that Jopari has a fucking man-bun LMFAO OKAY

The fact that Jopari tried to get back to Will and Elaine but couldn’t will always hurt me

“And you chose these people over your family?” - I MEAN-

“I’ve thought about you every day.” - Awww

So John tells Will that he has to go to Asriel and bring him the knife, and he tells him all about the war that’s coming and I have LITERAL chills because I’m so ready

“And then we go home?” “... And then we go home.” - RIP MY HEART OUT, IT WOULD HURT LESS

“I’m not strong enough” - yes you are, Will! I promise you, you are! And Jopari says, “Both of us were brought here” - exactly! You were brought there for a reason by fate or whatever you want to call it!

“Your duty was to be my father” - WILL REALLY CAME FOR HIS DAD LIKE THAT I GUESS

“Look what you’ve become without me” - Oh my god, just when I thought I wasn’t going to cry again

JOPARI HUGGING WILL, SEEING THE SOLDIER AIMING, AND THEN PUTTING HIMSELF BETWEEN THEM SO HE TOOK THE BULLET INSTEAD OF WILL ASDFGHJKL;

So in the book, Jopari is killed by a scorned witch who had once asked him to be her lover, but he had turned her down (because of Elaine and Will obviously), and she kills Jopari in front of Will and then he kills her (I think?). But here it’s just a soldier leftover from the Lee vs Magisterium fight, so... yeah. Kind of a little peeved about the change personally but whatever I guess.

“The night is full of angels, they will guide you now” - AHHHHH

Also, might just be me, but maybe that line would have been slightly more impactful if the scene had taken place at night

This show really said “fuck healthy parental figures” I guess

Except Will’s mum, she’s the best and if anything were to happen to her we’d all riot

SAYAN KÖTÖR FADING AWAY NOOOO I HATE SEEING DÆMONS DIE

Okay, last little gripe, but I just wanted to say that in the book, Will doesn’t realize it’s his dad until literally the last second before his dad dies - like they both realize and then BAM, Jopari is killed. And while I do love the father-son reunion, I am kind of annoyed by the change because it was such a huge punch in the gut in the book that Will searches for so long for his dad, only to lose him the second he finds him.

Serafina finding Lee’s body and kissing his forehead was yet another punch in the gut, thanks Pullman/BBC/BadWolf

The fact that Will had to bury his dad :(

Also, WILL WEARING JOPARI’S JACKET OH MY GOD MY HEART

Oof that shot of his amputated fingers...

So the narration, when it started I thought it was Jopari at first, like from one of his letters... but then as it continued, I went “hang on”, and then I said outloud “wait, is that ASRIEL?!”

DID MARISA REALLY PUT LYRA IN A FUCKING TRUNK?!? BITCH ARE YOU OKAY?!?

Will putting his hood up like his dad did just hits differently

Okay so um ASRIEL HI I WASN’T EXPECTING TO SEE YOU THIS SEASON OH MY GOD THE SCREAM I LET OUT

HIS MONOLOGUE BY THE WAY IS FUCKING ART AND A MASTERPIECE BUT I WAS TOO BUSY CRYING OVER JAMES MCAVOY TO WRITE THE WHOLE MONOLOGUE DOWN

Oh, hi Stelmaria!

It always makes me scream that this man is not only Lord Asriel now but he’s also fucking Mr Tumnus and MOTHERFUCKING BILL DENBROUGH LIKE HOW IS THIS MAN INVOLVED IN SO MANY OF MY FANDOMS?!?

ANGELS ANGELS OH MY FUCKING GOD-

“We stand with you, Asriel Belacqua” - AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

“Let us prepare for war” - FUUUUUUUUCK

(I was deadly serious when I said this was just me screaming and crying by the way)

I’m still reeling over the fact that Marisa put her daughter in a fucking trunk. Like I get you can’t exactly carry a drugged child about in the open but Jesus Christ, love, really?!?

Also Ruth Wilson / Marisa Coulter in a headscarf? *chef kiss*

The way that the screen went to black as she put the lid on the trunk down - SHIT OH SHIT GOOSEBUMPS

THE CREDIT SONG IS SO BEAUTIFUL BECAUSE IT HAS FUCKING ANGELS NOW I’M-

I WASN’T EXPECTING THE POST CREDITS SCENE OH MY GOD

ROGER?! ROGER! IT’S ROGER I’M NOT OKAY-

BBC YOU CANNOT JUST DROP THAT ON US LIKE THAT FUCK-

“What is this place?” - I’M SCREAMING SO LOUD I CAN’T HOLD IT IN

For anyone unaware, the reason I’m screaming so loud over the post-credits scene is because in TAS, while Lyra is drugged and in a groggy sleep, she has these visions of Roger talking to her from the Land of the Dead, which then later leads to her and Will actually GOING to the Land of the Dead and... well, the rest is even HUGER spoilers but YEAH I’M NOT OKAY.

Honestly, I’m just so happy and emotional because I’ve been waiting over a decade for a decent adaptation of not only NL but for TSK and TAS too, and we’re 2/3 there now. Just one more book/series to go... I wish we could have it now. I really hope that filming for the final one starts ASAP because if we have to wait two years just to see the conclusion to this series, I might cry.

This series is so amazing, and this season especially has been so incredible to watch. It’s been the highlight of my week for seven weeks, and I have no idea what I’ll do with my Sundays now that it’s over. I’ve asked for the DVD for S2 for my birthday already (since it comes out 29th December and my birthday is 13th January... just saying), and words can’t describe how much I do love this series. I know it sounds hollow since I say it about so many things I’m into, but this was such a huge part of my childhood and it’s one of my favourite fantasy series of all time. It’s truly one of the most incredible pieces of literature and now it’s making for incredible television... I love it so much.

[bibblelevi]

okay gonna react as read lmao 😭

"oi levi" i see what you did there sar

furlan thank you for saying what levi couldnt bless

the idea of levi going over her features makes me so fucking soft dear god-

"Lev" IT MAKES ITS APPEARANCE LETS GO

this back story has my fucking heart so far, pissing him off since day one as she should

Would you do the same for him? Follow him to those ends? Would he follow you? - I think we both know the answers to those questions levi

He waits impatiently for you to come home, and he’ll brace himself in case you don’t. this line physically hurt me

Almost like it’s out of instinct; or a newly-formed habit, perhaps - haha Pain.

A smirk tugs at the corner of Onyankopon’s mouth. - we couldn't have done this without you buddy, you will be commemorated for centuries

Onyankopon hums in consideration. “I suppose it isn’t easy to tell your partner that you got her killed.” - SAR SAR WHAT THE FUCK

“Almost did. That can’t be easy for anyone involved. I imagine that’s especially the case for the man who shot her.” - SAR WHAT THE SHIT

Onyankopon places a hand on his shoulder. “Yeah, I know I won’t have to do that, because by that point, you’ll both know for certain how in love with each other you really are.” - my guy we are dealing with a couple of fucking dumbasses your hopes are far too high

“Shut the hell up, Levi!” you growl. “It was a ten, and you know it.”

He hums, “The actress was so loud and obnoxious— “

Onyankopon holds up his hand. “Yeah, you’re done.”

“Really? Loud and obnoxious?” Your grip around your fork tightens until your knuckles pale, until you finally relax into your seat. “Well, actually, I thought her male countertop was struggling to keep up with her— “

“Excuse me?” he bellows.

Falco chuckles tightly. “I shouldn’t have asked.” - i fucking lost it at this part you're so good at writing humour 😭

“No!” He cries, turning around. “Fuck. I slept with you because I— ” - i am promptly going into cardiac arrest goodbye

dude i am legitimately close to tears what the fuck that whole last bit of doing confessional of how they have navigated life for the past years i just... god fucking damn it hit like a ton of bricks because they see each other as such perfect people and see themselves as the devil and when seeing the other's weaknesses it only somehow cements it even more cause they blame themselves for not noticing or doing something

but oh my god at least they're sort of on the same page now even if they haven't "confessed" specifically so to say but oh my god this was a really good chapter holy shit this was a rollercoaster of emotions

BEES!! THANK YOU SO MUCH! I always look forward your reactions <33

Levi has been a huge fucking simp since day one but this chap really put into perspective how down horrendously he is for her.

One of my favorite characters to include when I’m writing is Onyankopon. BECAUSE HE IS US. He’s literally So Tired. He’s been watching this shit for YEARS you guys. He’s ready for it to be over. “his hopes are far too high” pretty much 😭😭

That scene at the very end was so fun to write. It was definitely necessary. I wanted to put into perspective how much they admired each other from the very start. Levi finally gets to see how she views him, and she finally gets to see how he views her. AGHH they’re so cute. True besties.

I’m so so happy you liked the chapter!! Thank you for taking all the time to write about it! I love freaking out and getting excited about parts 🕺🏼🕺🏼

[cedarwhisp]

Letters

This is a little drabble I wrote that coencides with my Hermit!Tommy fic, Shells in the Foam. This takes place on the DreamSMP after the events of Ch. 8, and though I will give some context under the cut (So, spoilers!) it’ll probably make more sense if you just go read the whole story.

SECOND SPOILER WARNING

Our story so far:

Tommy’s managed to get himself stuck in HermitCraft and found out that Dream tried to alter his code to make him human instead of Avian (the species that Phil is) for unknown reasons. Grian removes the alteration, gives Tommy back his wings, and then Tommy has a weird dream a few days later where he talks to Ghostbur. He can’t convince Ghostbur that he’s not actually dead, but he does convince him to take a letter back for Technoblade and swears him to secricy.

Hi, Technoblade!

Techno’s so used to Wilbur’s ghost popping in, he doesn’t even jump. “Hello, Ghostbur.”

I talked to Phantommy yesterday! Wilbur says happily.

“I heard,” Techno grunts. How could he have not, when Phil called in the middle of the night to tell him, in tears, that whatever was left of his little brother wasn’t coming back.

In Techno’s opinion, it was a blessing and a curse. He had failed, utterly failed, as a brother. Wilbur was dead, Tommy wasn’t, and Techno had shown up after he had been exiled from his country and laughed at him. Then Tommy was dead, and according to Tubbo, Dream had carried his lifeless body into L’Manberg and said he would allow them to bury him there.

Dream said he had jumped.

Techno wondered if he had been pushed.

When Phil had told him, Techno managed to keep it together until his father had hung up, and then cried like a little kid for the first time since Wilbur’s death, six months before.

Techno had been allowed to come for the funeral, probably more for Phil’s sake than anything else, and had helped carry the casket. They had buried Tommy under the L’Mantree, and then Technoblade had gone home and mourned for his little brother in private.

“What do you want, Ghostbur?” Technoblade asks, dragging himself back into the present.

Wilbur looks lost for a moment, and Techno thanks whatever god there might be that he doesn’t have to see Tommy, spitfire, loudmouth Tommy, like what his twin’s become.

Oh! Tommy gave me something for you! 

Wilbur reaches into his pocket and pulls out a letter. Technoblade takes it with trembling hands.

On the front, in Tommy’s signature messy handwriting, is open me when you’re alone.

Techno waits until Wilbur leaves that night to unfold the letter.

All day, his mind whirls with questions- would it be like Wilbur’s books, long and rambling with no real point to them? A final insult, well-deserved, about how much Techno had failed his little brother? A clarification on if Tommy did take his own life, or if Dream had a hand in it?

When Wilbur’s ghost disappears into the trees to head back to L’Manberg, Techno sits by the fire and unfolds the paper.

Techno,

First off, you’re still a dick for using those withers and executing Tubbo, no matter how much “peer pressure” you claim you were under.

Techno rolls his eyes and keeps reading.

Second, I’m very much alive. 

Techno almost drops the letter into the fireplace, and he’s overwhelmed by a sense of relief so strong he has to pause for a moment. Chat, who had all been quiet up until then, started chanting TOMMY’S ALIVE! And DREAM IS A LYING PRICK!

I have no idea how, but I ended up on a different server. I won’t tell you the name, just to be safe, but I promise I’m trying my best not to piss anyone off.

“I doubt that,” Technoblade mutters to himself, but he’s smiling.

Third, did you know that, apparently, I did have wings? According to someone on my new server, Dream’s been messing around with people’s memories and my code in particular, 

Holy shit, Techno thinks, and things start falling into place. Phil had acted strangely after Tommy and Wilbur joined the SMP, and Techno remembered him sometimes taking Tommy aside for a private conversation, but for some reason that didn’t make sense up until now, Techno couldn’t remember why.

Techno feels the surge of red-hot anger and blood for the blood god start, because, as Phil explained, taking an Avian’s wings is a punishment worse than death, but pushes them back until he’s finished the letter.

probably because he’s a dickhead who tried to kill me.

CALLED IT! yells a significant portion of chat. Technoblade has to resist the urge to get his axe right then and there.

DO NOT TRUST DREAM. Do not tell anyone I’m alive. Burn this letter when you’re done with it.

-Big T.

P.S. Don’t worry about Ghostbur. No matter what I say he thinks I’m just in denial about being dead, which is understandable.

P.P.S. Maybe let Ghostbur keep believing that.

Techno reads the letter over and over, until he has it memorized, and then tosses it into the fire. He watches the paper crumble to ash, then gets out his planner. He’s been meaning to build a bunker anyway.

Dream is going to pay.

[somesaycosmo]

laurence, the first vicar - an analysis

hi! this is future marie, when i'm going back through and finalizing my draft of this post. this was originally meant to just be an analysis of laurence's song, but it turned into more than that, so just bear with it!

"oh look it's my favorite boss soundtrack in soulsborne! thankfully, bloodborne is a very simple game with straightforward lore, and the lyrics of its tracks are similarly straightforward, so there's not much to analyze here." -a quote from an alternate universe marie who was blessed with a game that didn't give her frenzy

"bloodborne's tracks have lyrics?" you might ask - and yes, in fact, they do! many of them have choral lyrics in latin, including mr laurence "i forgot the sacred adage" lastname's track here.

before we start, please listen to the song, if only because it's very good

this post is using the translated lyrics from this bloodborne wiki, while taking some liberties with the interpretation based on the game's lore. i do not know latin, but if anyone does, i'd love for them to hit me up. i'm also going to specifically tag @rococospade-main, both to shout them out for being great to discuss bloodborne lore with (it's where i got the idea to write this post)

as always, lore starts below the line

so the song starts with 4 lines, as follows

Children, know that if you will abide by the sacred rite with great commitment There will be a reward through the Holy Blood You will be rewarded with the hidden Holy Blood Or, maybe I shall lose my humanity through the Holy Blood

already starting off strong with the "questioning one's faith" vibes, eh, larry?

"children" might be in reference to actual children, or it might be the thing priests do, where they're called "father" and stuff (can you tell i'm not christian?) with laurence in this case being the "father" and the disciples of the church being his "children"

the reward from the holy blood is, of course, ascension, which we all know everyone from byrgenwerth strived for, because they're losers. "hidden holy blood" might be in reference to ebrietas bein all locked up in the chalice dungeons?

"maybe i shall lose my humanity through the holy blood" is, based on how early it is in the song, likely about laurence looking forward; loss of humanity is seen as a good thing, because it means ascension. the dramatic irony of this is of course obvious, considering the song plays when we're beating the shit out of laurence's fallen and bestial form - because loss of humanity can also mean other things, it turns out.

We honor you with the Blood Yet you judge this as blasphemy You are obsessed with this mystery And you shall be overcome by bestiality

We honor you with the Blood Yet you judge this as blasphemy We are hindered by this mystery Water does not achieve success

now laurence is speaking to the gods instead of to his followers. "we honor you with blood / yet you judge this as blasphemy" is likely him pleading to the gods. the description of the defiled chalice reads, "Curses are caused by inciting the anger of the Great Ones, and used to hex others." this paints a picture of the gods as somewhat vengeful; it makes sense that the beastly scourge, then, would be hypothesized to be a plague cast upon humanity for some sin they've committed, and laurence would know best what exactly that sin is.

"you are obsessed with this mystery / and you shall be overcome by bestiality" seems out of place in the rest of this section, given it's the only one that refers to humanity as "you," but i've taken this as it being the gods replying to laurence in the song, with the mystery likely being "how to ascend to godhood". this is the blasphemy you have committed, they say, and you shall be overcome by bestiality

"we are hindered by this mystery" once again, we're talking from laurence's perspective. firstly, laurence for the first time admits that obsession with ascension might not be so great, actually.

"water does not achieve success" this could be interpreted as talking about the whole "great bodies of water are often bulwarks" thing discussed in the lake and sea runes, laurence sort of saying "protecting ourselves from the truth does nothing to help us ascend," with water, effectively, being "safety." to go further, in my personal interpretation, this is more about the comparison of blood and water. you know that old saying, "blood is thicker than water"? that came to mind immediately while reading these lyrics, given the constant talking about blood in the song (and in the game). perhaps here laurence is comparing water to blood with water, water being "safety" and blood being "success" (ascension). to reference the item description for the white church set, "They believe that medicine is not a means of treatment but rather a method for research, and that some knowledge can only be obtained by exposing oneself to sickness." this will come up later.

By the Gods, friend Be afraid By the Gods, friend The Blood Be afraid You are right to

this is familiar! this could be willem speaking, this could be laurence speaking to someone else, or this could be laurence speaking to himself (my writer's brain imagines him muttering this quietly to himself in despair as his mental health and questioning of his faith declines) - due to "you are right to [fear the blood]," i lean towards him talking to himself as if talking to willem, perhaps wishing he had actually feared the old blood, or saying that willem is better off for doing so. regardless, it is incredibly reminiscent of the sacred adage ("fear the old blood" etc etc we all know it by heart at this point), and is likely supposed to be that.

It will be a majestic festivity By the Holy Blood So come, this sweet wine O defiled juice (this has to mean "wine" or "drink" i refuse to believe laurence would refer to the holy blood as a juice. i will not allow it)

this one, oddly, seems to indicate a toneshift - i would argue it's a result of his spiraling mental state. throughout the song he's questioning his faith and his actions, chanting his old mentor's sacred adage to himself; his life up to this point is a life of success while the cure and path to ascension he was peddling to yharnam turns them into horrific beasts. so he ends up doubling down on the religious fervor he started this endeavor with. this delves more into headcanon territory, so bear with me for a second:

have you ever thought about why laurence drops the beast's embrace rune?

laurence, the first vicar, the first cleric beast, drops the rune that allows you to enter a state of controlled beasthood whenever you want (provided you use a beastly weapon, of course). isn't that odd? shouldn't he drop something that, like, increases the amount blood vials heal you? maybe super duper extra special communion +6? why would he drop that rune, of all things, especially when the game already has a named character they could've put in to drop it (that being irreverent izzy)?

let's look at the item description.

After the repeated experiments in controlling the scourge of beasts, the gentle "Embrace" rune was discovered.

When its implementation failed, the "Embrace" became a forbidden rune, but this knowledge became a foundation of the Healing Church.

now i am not necessarily going to suggest that laurence dreamed up the beast's embrace rune himself - it could make sense, but that isn't necessary for the rest of what i'm about to say, which is this: the last part of the song is laurence giving into beasthood voluntarily.

perhaps he believed so strongly in the blood of ebrietas taking him to ascension that he decided beasthood must be it, must be the next step for humanity; perhaps, in a final move of desperation, he tried to control beasthood by experimenting on himself with this rune; or perhaps he had already imbibed so much of the old blood that he couldn't control his need to spill the blood of others.

personally, i lean toward the second interpretation. let's look at the description of laurence's (human) skull:

Skull of Laurence, first vicar of the Healing Church. In reality he became the first cleric beast, and his human skull only exists within the Nightmare.

The skull is a symbol of Laurence's past, and what he failed to protect. He is destined to seek his skull, but even if he found it, it could never restore his memories.

firstly, i'd just like to point out the irony in the statement "he is destined to seek his skull"; he spends his human life seeking ascension, and when he achieves metamorphosis, he is cursed to spend that form trying to find his humanity again, mindless, lost in a nightmare.

secondly, and more to the point, let's look at the line "a symbol of laurence's past, and what he failed to protect." examining this item for its symbolism is fairly clear - it's a relic of laurence's humanity, and that's exactly what he failed to protect, the humanity of himself and others. this description leads me to believe he wanted to protect humanity, but failed.

a lot of interpretations of him have him as this truly evil person who was just deceiving the city of yharnam for his own personal gain, but honestly, i don't buy that. that's not what bloodborne is about. i mean bloodborne is and can be about a lot of things, and i could ascribe dozens of basic thematic interpretations of it off the top of my head, but characterization that simple doesn't fit bloodborne (and, frankly, it's not tragic enough for miyazaki).

so, with all that combined, why do i believe that laurence branded himself with beast's embrace in an attempt to further research on the control of beasthood, so as to protect humanity? well, to go back to an item description from earlier, some knowledge can only be obtained by exposing oneself to sickness.

thank you for reading.

[ickle-ronniekins]

- fic recommendations -

part three coming atcha, you goofballs!

i've been a really crummy person and haven’t been reading as much as i should because i've been super busy with school. people have been tagging me in their stories and i'm so sorry if i haven’t gotten to them yet/seen them because sometimes tumblr tags are wonky! but you are all putting in so much good work and giving us, the fans, things that we want... for free. you are literally providing us with your gifts for!! free!!! and i can’t thank you all enough! thank you for sharing your talent with us. y’all are insanely gifted people and i'm so blessed to be able to read your writing!

fics are under the cut, my friends. thank you all for doing what you do.

1. I Will Follow You Into the Dark - @firewhisky-kisses | fred x reader

↳ WELL THIS JUST BROKE MY DANG HEART! MORE THAN ONCE. EACH TIME I READ IT, ACTUALLY. honestly one of the most beautiful pieces of writing i’ve ever read; stephanie took such a heart wrenching concept and turned it into something that will pull at your heartstrings in the absolute greatest of ways. wholesome, stunning, soul crushing, and absolutely, beautifully, visually poignant. cannot say enough about this fic. please do yourself a favor and read this one!

2. Where Did You Sleep Last Night - @elf-punk | fred x reader (series)

↳ oh my god. okay. don’t even know what i can say about this series except that it is absolutely brilliant. lisa’s writing is so effortlessly done, and i adore how she brings out the more vulnerable side of fred. he’s not always that cheeky, happy-go-lucky bloke we all know and love. he’s human, and sometimes his emotions get the best of him, too. lisa is slowing breaking my heart with this series but i know she’ll mend it right back up. and honestly? the whole line “someone else manages to show him that love isn’t supposed to hurt” absolutely slays me. read this. read it now. and keep tabs because lisa keeps updating it! BRILLIANT.

3. The Solution Is Outsourcing - @writesowhatnext - fred x reader

↳ do i even need to say anything about this one? maddy’s absolutely brilliant and i’m actually obsessed with everything she writes. each and every time she posts a new fic i squeal with excitement because i know it’ll ruin me in the best of ways. ALSO, we love a good cheeky fred fic, don’t we? please binge read maddy’s entire masterlist, i promise it’ll be the best thing you do all day.

4. You Love Me! - @theweasleysredhair - george x reader

↳ chloe knows how to write george fics that soothe my soul. i literally do not know how she does it but she leaves me breathless and giddy literally every time. also, the idea of sharing a bed with george as “friends”? slay me. the idea of sharing a bed with george as “friends” only to not be friends afterwards? GIMME. i'm obsessed with this; their banter is adorable and flirtatious and it’s everything you could ever want with the sharing a bed trope. do yourself a favor, read this, scream, and then come have a chat with me about it so we can scream together.

5. How To Steal A Book (And A Heart) - @theweasleysredhair - fred x reader

↳ SORRY HERE TO FREAK OUT OVER CHLOE AGAIN BUT THIS WAS MY REQUEST FOR HER AND SHE SMASHED IT OUT OF THE PARK AND THEN SNAPPED THE DAMN BAT IN HALF. my god. i'm so painfully obsessed with this story, i find myself reading it ten times a week. dramatic? sure. true? hell yes.

6. First Kiss [Soulmate AU] - @obsessedwithrandomthings - george x reader

↳ this is one of THE most unique and adorable soulmate aus i've ever read; dee just absolutely crushes this one and i absolutely adore it! i love aus involving books and/or journals and this one was just so adorable. soulmate aus are incredible because you can literally do with them what you wish, and i've NEVER seen this prompt used before for a soulmate au, and i'm so, so happy that dee was able to produce something so BREATHTAKING. obsessed with this. so much.

7. The Art of Rekindling - @harrysweasleys | fred x reader

↳ omg I CRIED LIKE A BABY AT THIS. OH MY GOD. i'm literally obsessed with alexa and everything she writes, so, it wasn’t a surprise to anyone that this one broke MY HEART and then mended it just the same. not only is the storyline absolutely gorgeous, and the dialogue is filled with awkwardness and love, but i adore the way alexa ends this on a flashback that it actually prompted me to end one of my own stories on a flashback because I LOVED IT SO BLOODY MUCH. i never, ever thought to do that, and it was such a freaking gorgeous way to tie her entire story together and i'm just in fucking love with it and, yeah. brilliant. absolutely fricken brilliant.

8. Mix Up - @pit-and-the-pen | george x reader

↳ to wake up in the burrow on christmas in nothing but george’s sweater -- kaylah literally made my dreams come true with this fic and i spent an embarrassing amount of time imagining this to be real and rereading it to feed my feelings. CUTEST FIC IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. this just makes me want to sit by the fire and listen to holiday music in an oversized sweater that has a huge “G” on it. also, the idea of george fucking weasley saying that the sweater i look good in would look better on the floor is the biggest dream of them all, my friends. feed you own feelings, and READ THIS.

9. Nerves - @wand3ringr0s3 | george x reader [NSFW]

↳ all i could do when i read this was SCREAM INTO THE VOID. if you know me, you know i'm not much into smut -- i get super uncomfy every single time i try and write it (which is exactly why i don’t take any smut requests) and it even took me a very long time to come around to read it. BUT HOLY SHIT; haley makes it look easy, honestly. i've been screaming very loudly since she published this a few hours ago and honestly, if you haven’t been reading her smut, what have you even been doing? so gorgeous. so intense. so..... everything one could ever, ever want -- a hot and bothered george after a quidditch match. just g i m m e.

10. Vanilla and Charcoal - @starlightweasley | george x reader

↳ so hilariously enough, zahra messaged me the other day freaking out because she was reading one of my series and couldn’t find the links to the other parts (because i suck lmao) and we randomly started freaking out together, and then she FLOORED ME and wrote this piece and i just yelled for a solid half hour straight. an adorable first fic and I really hope there are more pieces to binge, because i absolutely love this. please show this new writer some love!

[salemcat09]

Hey! I saw your request post so,,, maybe a Harry x Ginny oneshot? Like, after the war when they’re young, before they have kids. Just some nice domesticity, maybe living together in a flat or something? Idk it’s up to you!

Hello tysm for the request! I kind of made this into three little one-shots I hope that's okay. I am so so sorry this took so long and its so short I have zero attention span to finish anything, in fact the first part was sitting in my drafts for months. Anyway hope you enjoy 😅

(Read below the cut)

Harry slid the silver key into the lock. With a wordless glance back at his eagerly smiling girlfriend, he grinned and turned the key. A slight click of and he carefully pushed the door open.

Picking up one of the boxes he had placed down, Harry stepped in. He took a deep breath and looked around as Ginny swiftly followed. They'd finally managed to escape Molly's protective wrath and bought their first apartment. It was temporary of course and only rented. They planned to move into Grimmauld Place eventually, but in the end, decided it was best to get a little place close by in London while they renovated.

It was small, very small, especially in comparison to Grimmauld Place or Godrics Hollow, but it was home. Scratch that, it was *their* home. Just a tiny two-bedroom flat with an open-plan kitchen/living room and one bathroom. On the outskirts of the London CBD. They only needed one bedroom, even a studio would suffice but they allowed the extra space for when Harry's godchild Teddy came to stay.

Harry let out a low whistle as he stepped further in, running his hand along the kitchen counter. Ginny exhaled and nodded, mimicking Harry's whistle in agreement. "Wow" she laughed.

"Wow." He acknowledged, turning to her again. "We have a house."

"No shit Haz" his ginger girlfriendsnapped back sarcastically. "But yeah....shit, I feel like an adult" she chuckled again and shook her head.

"We are adults" Harry stated all though he found it hard to believe himself. He was only 21, Ginny 20, but considering he expected to die at age 17 he felt ancient thinking about it. Because of the war, he had only graduated a year ago along with Ginny and that certainly didn't help in feeling adult. His parents had already settled down, married, had a child and we're fighting a war at his age. Yet he could hardly cook a meal. Granted, he did do the war part but he tried to forget about that. And he could cook a meal because of the cooking for the Dursleys but he was forgetting that skill already anyway.

Ginny decided to start unpacking, and opened the box labeled 'living room'. Harry smiled at them, admiring how perfect his life was for a moment before unpacking kitchen things. He vowed never to take this life for granted.

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Cooking had always been a secret talent of Ginny's. Charlie had taught her at a young age how to properly cook a meal and all the best ways to make a recipe. However, they never told anyone about this, worried she'd be ridiculed in some way for it (as she was for most things).

After moving in with Harry though, it appeared she had no choice but to reveal the secret seeing as Harry despised the idea of anything along the lines of cooking and cleaning after spending so many years being forced to do it but his aunt and uncle. It was probably a blessing in disguise if they were being honest, Harry wasn't great with making dishes anyway baking was much more his style.

Harry had been shocked the first time Ginny offered to make a homecooked dinner in their new home rather than order the usual take-out. He didn't know what to expect but it certainly wasn't a gourmet-style (and quality) lasagna thats for sure.

The initial shock of his girlfriend's amazing cook wore off quickly as she turned to him and profusely apologised for how bad it likely was. He stared at her in pure disbelief “Ginny this is- I usually hate lasagna but holy merlin this is good!”

“Really? 'Cause I messed up the spices in the sauce and the pasta turned out soggy and they didn't have the right-” She was cut off by Harry putting a finger to her lips

“Gin. It's good. It's amazing actually why didn't you tell me you were such an amazing cook?!”

She laughed flipped two fingers at him, deciding to finally try her own cooking. Taking a bite her eyes lit up.

“Mm you were right this is brilliant,” they said with their mouth full. Eyes widening she realized what she'd said “Oh God I'm turning into you!” she stared at Harry in mock disgust. “We've been married far too long”

“Ginny we're not married” Harry replied bursting into laughter

“Oh. Well hurry up and propose then!”

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Harry smiled fondly as he watched his wife twirling around the kitchen. She said she was going to do some "spring cleaning" but as always ended up getting distracted. She was humming a tune to herself, blissfully unaware of the set of eyes watching her.

Harry laughed and tried to cover it up with a fake cough, snapping Ginny out of her bubble. They turned to him, cheeks red with embarrassment but a grin on her face.

“Was I singing that out loud?” She cringed

Her boyfriend stifled a laugh, “Kind of, sorry to ruin the mood carry on”

Sticking out her tongue at him, they reached out a hand. Harry promptly stood and grabbed her hand, spinning her around in the process. He dipped her (and the mop she'd been dancing with) and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

They playfully shoved him away, laughing at his attempt at romance and turned around to carry on "cleaning".

[virtuouscandlelight]

{ OOC } Since this blog is finally kicking and I feel more comfortable sharing myself here, it’s get to know the mun time so ya’ll can feel more comfortable with me too ! 🤍🕯

• First and foremost, loves, I go by Dove !

• I’m 22 { shocking without makeup, I know. I look like I’m 15 lmao. } and currently work as a near full time vet technician.

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• Candle’s full biography is also in my pinned post. But, to shorten it for new people unfamiliar, she’s a virtue from the heavens sent down to the Caribbean to keep the humans safe { and from starting utter jackshit with piracy. } Which, since she’s only one divine being in a place crawling with the demented and fucked, it’s pretty difficult. So she’s essentially stuck there until given the “okay you did enough”. A virtue is an angel in charge of miracles and nature. Her actual form is biblically accurate.

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[ladyhallen]

Tell My Love The Secret

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“I can’t believe you’re the same woman I met in the bar last night,” Reborn remarked, surprised but so delighted by it that it made her wary.

Harry rolled her eyes at the ridiculous man, hands gripping a Flame-powered gun. She checked it automatically and holstered it on her thigh. It did not escape her notice that his eyes follow her every move.

“Why?” she asked, finally looking at him properly. His fedora was the only thing in the room not dirty or stained with blood. There’s blood trickling out of his mouth and dripping down his chin that’s steadily abating and a wicked smile on that mobile mouth. “Because I drank fruity margarita’s and complained about vodka to you?”

He laughed. It’s a deep and rasping thing that sent shivers down her spine. Harry does her best to ignore it.

“Because you looked more the type to go on seduction missions than shoot-outs,” he said.

Well. Point.

Harry had been wearing a slinky little dress that had a long-ass slit on the side, an almost see through back and dangerous red heels. She had been so uncomfortable though that she had been surprised no one else noticed. For all her life choices, she blamed Fred and George. For that dress, she blamed Ginny Weasley.

Harry blushed at the memory. “I don’t usually wear dresses like that. I lost a bet.”

Reborn still looked amused.

“Anyway,” she said loudly, changing the subject so obviously that her inner Hermione cringed. “What were you doing here? This can’t have been a rescue mission?”

“Infiltration – “ he starts to say.

Harry snorted without wanting to. “Sorry. It’s just the thought of you being subtle just breaks my brain.”

He rolls his eyes. “Let me finish. My partner was caught infiltrating and had to run, so she couldn’t finish getting intel. They sent me here to finish the job instead.”

And by Merlin’s beard did he finish it.

The boss is unconscious and tied up, all the bodyguards dead and no one the wiser. She didn’t know how he had managed to not alert anyone at all, but he did and she is so impressed.

“I’m impressed. Why are you sitting on the mini-bar counter though? There are chairs right there?” she asks.

His face looks serious though his eyes twinkle with mischief. “Aesthetic,” he deadpans.

She’d expected injuries, or unstable chairs or even unstable flooring because he’d shot them. She did not expect that answer.

Harry starts laughing. It’s an unexpected and completely uncontrollable thing but she rolls with it, because by Merlin, she is forgetting what it feels like to laugh with abandon.

Reborn smiles at her, a genuine thing that tells her he appreciates the sound of it.

“You have a beautiful laugh,” he says. “I didn’t hear it clearly in the bar last night, what with the music. You should laugh more often.”

A blush starts rising up her cheeks unbidden. Harry is aware enough to know that she’s flustered. It’s embarrassing. She can’t remember the last time she is so flustered.

“You ridiculous man,” she splutters. “Stop that. We have to clean up before whatever you did wears off.”

Reborn checks his watch. “Not for another two hours. I was very thorough.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

Harry ignores him as best as she could and starts wiping surfaces for prints and residues. Flame powered guns are an amazing weapon, but the residue it leaves is unique and there are only a handful of famiglia’s in the world that uses it.

“You are though,” Reborn continues, voice a little farther into the room and closer to where the Boss’s computers are located. “Beautiful I mean. And it’s not just when you were wearing that dress. You’re beautiful like that too.”

Harry stumbles over the broken leg of a chair. The blush that never really went away comes back with a vengeance. She turns to look at him and gets an eyeful of that devastating smile. It ought to be weaponized.

“I-“ she stutters. She has not stuttered since third year. Harry wants to die, but she also wants to continue talking to him, heaven knows why. It must be that confidence that she wants to burrow into and wear like a blanket.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he says. “I still have time before I report in. Coffee?”

If that isn’t an excuse to pry who she works for, she’d eat her gun. That should be her first thought. She had to be wary. Her mouth runs away with her and says, “I like tea better, but alright. How does ten tomorrow morning sound?”

Harry bites down on her tongue, the traitorous thing.

His smile is a soft, private thing that makes the heat on her cheeks feel scorching. “Heathen. Coffee heretic. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.”

Reborn didn’t touch her in that entire exchange, except to shove her down to avoid a hail of bullets and a chair tossed in her direction. Before they part ways, he tucks in a stray curl of hair behind her ear, so close that she could feel the heat of him.

“Good night, stellina,” he whispers before leaving.

Harry takes in a large breathe of air and tries not to faint with the amount of blood rushing to her cheeks.

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“How is Florence?” Hermione asks.

Harry feels warm at the sight of her friend, curls brilliant and eyes shining with wit. She’s the very picture of health, not the broken woman that had gone with her once she’d announced leaving England.

“It’s nice,” Harry says. “There was actually another person after the information already, so we were a bit too late. They tied up everything.”

Hermione’s smile goes down a notch, a furrow appearing in her brow. “Anyone we know? Rival famiglia?”

The word still sounds awkward in her friends mouth. Harry didn’t blame her, the language still tripped her up in the most inopportune moments.

“His name is Reborn,” Harry says and sees Hermione blanch. “I know that he usually contracts with the Vongola.”

Rapid typing happens, along with green lightning making Hermione’s hair bushier. Harry wants to cringe at the stress she’s causing her friend.

“Vongola is actually cleaning up their act since Decimo took over,” Hermione explains, still pale. “But Harry. Reborn. He’s…um. He’s the World’s Greatest Hitman.”

Harry could feel her eyebrows going up, and she should be alarmed that she has a coffee date with a man that has such a legendary title.

What does occur to her is “Hermione, how do they know?” she blurts out. “Do they have meeting and ask how many people they kill or something?”

Hermione doesn’t look so pale, not when she looks like she wants to strangle Harry. “Potter, that is not the point here.”

Harry waves a hand. “No really, how do they know?”

Green lightning sparks again, this time a bigger thing that actually turns Hermione’s hair faintly green. Harry gulps at the belated realization that Hermione really wants to strangle her.

“Sorry,” Harry apologizes. “He was very nice in the bar last night and he didn’t actually try and stop me when I went to pull what you wanted form their computers.”

A look crosses Hermione’s face, too blurry for her to decipher and not staying that long anyway.

“Nice,” Hermione deadpanned. “The World’s Greatest Hitman was nice to you. You were wearing that dress weren’t you? The one Ginny picked out when her scores in the Shoot Score Board surpassed yours in accuracy last week?”

Harry’s silence is answer enough, as is her blush, even if it likely could not be deciphered clearly on Hermione’s end.

“Harry, why are you so attracted to dangerous things? Is it the adrenaline rush?” Hermione sighs. “Never mind, don’t answer that. Try to stay away from him when you check-out of the hotel tomorrow, okay?”

The screen cut off and Harry is left alone in the darkness of the hotel room before she could tell her best friend that ‘actually, the man you want me to avoid asked me to a coffee date and I said yes’.

Harry stifled slightly hysterical laughter into her pillow.

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Harry doesn’t tell anyone about the coffee date, or how it turned out.

Reborn had been so charming and his sense of humor making her laugh so hard that she’d agreed to another possible meeting without too much reluctance. She had wanted to say no, to stop what path they were stepping on. A more rational part of her had argued that they could just stay contacts, no matter how attractive he was. The rest of her wanted to see him again, because he made her laugh and feel respected.

Harry buries that coffee date under weariness and cold indifference. She does not want anyone at their small organization to notice that she feels like she could fly without a broom.

Ginny greets her at the airport with a shit eating grin and a pot of tea.

“Merlin’s blessed pants,” Harry sighs, gulping down properly made tea. No one made tea like Ginny.

“Yes, I am amazing aren’t I?” Ginny says, reaching down and grabbing Harry’s luggage. “Now, a little birdie told me that you really did wear that dress I got for you. Evidence, my dear.”

Harry had almost forgotten the mortification of wearing a dress that had a see-through back. She regrets her choice of friends so much.

“Ginny,” she groans. “Haven’t I suffered enough? I had to infiltrate misogynist assholes in that dress. I wanted to have three million showers afterwards.”

The redhead looks sympathetic but still amused. “So you did wear it. You know, all I wanted to hear was a sorry.”

Harry raises her eyes upwards in a plea for help. “Ginevra, I was drunk when I declared I could outshoot anyone in our organization. Why do you do this to me?”

Ginny laughs wickedly. “Because I love you and I want you to get laid. It’s been months since the last one, my dear. It’s not healthy to repress yourself.”

Inadvertently, Harry remembered Reborn’s parting kiss to her cheek. It had been a chaste thing but she had felt it sear her like a brand. She feels the blush rising and hopes to whatever god is watching that Ginny does not notice.

Her hopes are in vain because the redhead takes one look at her face and outright cackles. “Holy shit. How hot were they?” her eyebrows waggle and Harry gives up and covers her face with her hands.

“Come on, Harry~” Ginny singsongs. “Tell me everything!”

Regret. So much regret.

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At the end of the war, Harry had felt so cold, so empty and so tired that she’d envied Voldemort. Wherever he was, however his soul was, at least he was already at rest.

It didn’t help that Ron was gone too, taken down when he’d decided to stay behind with his brothers while Harry and Hermione had gone on to the Shrieking Shack to find Nagini. Hermione had never been the same ever since.

Deciding to leave England had been the best decision she’d ever made. Telling Hermione had been a stroke of luck, an accident but a happy one given that Hermione didn’t even hesitate in agreeing to go with her.

A month in Italy, while still smarting from the war and mostly confused now that the Prophecy had been fulfilled, George and Ginny joined them, having tracked them with a hare-brained invention. (It had been an invention that was so alarmingly efficient that Harry was momentarily grateful that both of them weren’t as evil as Voldemort.)

Amidst the ruins of their lives, trying and failing to pick a destination outside of Italy and England, the four of them just….decided to put roots and never leave instead.

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“I have another mission for you,” Hermione declares during breakfast.

Harry blearily blinks through the steam from her tea and tries to wake herself up faster. Having Hermione shoving folders at your face needed more brainpower than she could manage at six in the morning.

“Hmph? Mission? I just got back,” Harry clearly says with great effort.

Hermione pushes away Harry’s hash browns and scrambled eggs and plops the folder in front of her. “I just need you to go meet a contact. All you need to do is drop a package.”

Harry cradles her mug protectively in case Hermione got it in her head to take it away too. “What about Ginny?” she asks. Because the redhead, being the baby of the group, tended to be sent on relatively low-risk missions. Ginny hates it, but while Harry sympathizes, she also has immense respect for George Weasley in a temper.

“She’s meeting suppliers for George’s things in R&D. He’s improving the Flame Powered guns so that you wouldn’t have to use a cleaning charm every time you fire one,” is the prompt response.

It would save Harry so much trouble if George succeeded.

With a sigh, Harry downs her mug without wincing at the heat and stumbles to the bathroom.

“We need to have a vacation,” Harry calls out. “And you better schedule me one before I start pranking people, Granger.”

“Harriet Potter, don’t you dare!” Hermione calls back. “I know where you sleep!”

Harry pokes her head out of the bathroom door, intent on saying the last word. “I know where you sleep, that’s not much of a threat my dear.”

She closes it to Hermione’s sigh of exasperation.

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The next time they meet, Harry isn’t helping Reborn take down an entire group of Mafioso or wearing a slinky dress in a bar. Instead, Harry is shelving books in a local library in Spain and eavesdropping in a conversation between two mafia groups.

It’s a fascinating conversation and she is so grateful that she’s gotten into the habit to record everything. Decoding it is going to be difficult and she’s half dreading the sleepless nights. Then, a hand clamps down on her shoulder and it takes everything in her to not flip him over her shoulder. Instead, she’d gone stiff.

“You’re putting those books in the wrong shelves,” the familiar deep voice comments. “I’m pretty sure they’re using the DD Classification.”

Harry turns to him with a scowl, trying to calm her beating heart.

“What are you doing here?” she whispers.

His smile does nothing to calm her down. He still wore the same fedora, but no suit jacket in sight, just a crisp white shirt with a yellow tie, sleeves rolled up his forearms. He was so distracting that it was unfair.

He raises an eyebrow. “That’s my question. You’re in my territory now, stellina.”

Harry drops the books on the shelf and sigh. Her cover is blown anyway. “My boss has a significant interest in how this meeting will turn out,” she says reluctantly. “Several of our clients are willing to pay gold to know.”

Reborn stops looming in her space and the significant lack of it made her want to sigh in relief. No matter how handsome, Reborn is intimidating.

“So, no assassination?” he clarifies. “Good to know.”

Harry pouts at him. “I don’t do wet work. I just infiltrate. You’re the only one who keeps noticing me.”

The look he gave in response to that told her that he remembers how they first met. Harry blushes.

“Special circumstances,” she defends herself. “I didn’t know you were already there assassinating them. I just wanted a go at their computers.”

“Ah,” he says. “Hence why you were dressed like a maid then. You are pretty good, I wouldn’t have noticed until you helped me and pulled out your gun.”

Harry had the gun as insurance. Even if she didn’t do assassinations, Hermione wanted her to be safe and magic was out of the question, hence the gun.

“You still didn’t answer my question, you know?” she whispers. His presence is distracting for a lanky man. Harry refused to lose her head around him.

“What question?” he murmurs. His dark eyes are concealed under the shadow of his fedora and what she can see from his face was blank. But his hands are steady and gentle on her shoulders.

“What you’re here for,” she clarifies. “It’s not assassination, is it?”

He smiles at her and vanished behind a few bookshelves. Harry wanted to groan. He was the most infuriating man she had ever met, and she had gone to school with Draco Malfoy.

“Infuriating,” she hisses under her breath. He’s so lucky he’s hot.

He had distracted her and Harry only has the first half of the meeting in her recorder. What calms her temper is the lily on top of her books, very clearly not there previously.

She hides her smile behind her scarf, and continues shelving books.

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Harry is climbing up the building with ingenuity and sheer nerve.

Yes, she knows it’s crazy to climb up the fiftieth floor with just a rope, but the files she needs are in there and she has a parachute.

Harry still curses the day the four of them all promised to stop using magic. It had hurt at the start but they’d gotten used to it. Still, times like these when she’s climbing up a tower, she dearly missed magic.

By the thirty eighth floor, a window opens and a hand grabs her, pulling her in effortlessly.

“Are you insane?” Reborn hisses. He looks shocked and his eyes are wide.

Harry breathes for a second. Yes, she had nerve, but that was still terrifying.

“No,” she says curtly. “Well, maybe. But I need to enter the fiftieth floor and it’s too heavily guarded for me.”

He squeezes her hand. “Why are you like this?” he sighs. “I’ll help you out. So you don’t die.”

She smiles at him impishly. “I wouldn’t die, I have a parachute.”

“That doesn’t make it better!!” he says with a groan. “You better not tell anyone I’m helping you.”

With his help, they she manages to infiltrate the office without climbing outside the building for the rest of the twelve floors. Instead, she used the stairs. Like a normal person. How novel.

When they part ways, Harry thanks him with a kiss.

“Minx,” he tells her fondly.

“You love it,” she says, before leaping out of the window and pulling out her parachute.

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The gig is up, however, when Harry is relaxing in their headquarters and suddenly gets a feeling of foreboding.

“Harry,” says Hermione in that voice. “Why did we receive a letter of alliance from Vongola Decimo asking specifically for your attendance?”

Harry gulped, debated on running away and found herself held in place by Ginny’s hand on her shoulders.

“Yes, Harry,” the red-head said with a wicked smile. “Tell us all about it.”

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Fanfic.net is still on timeout until it fixes that issue where I upload a fic and people are messaging me that apparently, my fic was deleted???

[fanficparker]

If opened: Request for Harrison Osterfield In which Harrison is madly in love with the reader but is to scared to bring up his feelings for her due to her being very shy and quiet but the reader accidently let’s it slip that she likes him or something idk

Cute... I had a lot of fun writing it. Also it got LOADS OF TOM HOLLAND IN THIS and you are basically asked to choose one of them in a fun way 🙈...Also, I flew away with it and now it’s 1.6k words, so basically it’s an actual one-shot. Let's see where it goes:—

MONOPOLY | H.O., T.H.

Harrison Osterfield x Reader, Tom Holland x Reader

Word count: 1.6k words

Warning: Swearing...

Summary: You are stuck in the game of monopoly with two idiots and there’s no escape. Shit is about to happen...

Harrison was not exactly your friend. Your friend was Tom and Tom's friend was Harrison, so as maths works, his relationship with you could be best described as a friend of a friend. Yeah, friend of friend, nothing more. Period.

But then he always tagged along with Tom, so you were subjected with big doses of him in your life, much more than what you had anticipated. Whenever you would open the door for Tom, there was always a Harrison waiting patiently at his back, waiting till you both had finished interacting.

And when you were done with hugging and mocking Tom as friends do, Harrison would smile at you and offer a small wave, fingers running gently in the air. He wouldn't say hi but mouth it. It was always just his lips moving without a real sound. You could read it though. You reciprocated the same. And that became your little greeting.

You were shy and quiet, the stereotypical introvert, so there wasn't ever a proper conversation with Harrison without the presence of Tom. Tom always forced the words out of you. He was good at it and had a big mouth but Harrison... He just went with your natural form. Although he was full of jokes and occasional flirting, which you could never complain about. That was how he was and you had also accepted him in his natural form.

On a normal Saturday evening, the three of you were sitting on the sides of an international monopoly board. Tom was sitting beside you, while Harrison was sitting opposite to you but beside Tom.

"Woo Woo Woo... I owe the whole of London now!!!" Tom squealed, doing a little dance with his hands, shoving his token over the block and dramatically throwing the paper currency at Harrison's lap.

"Take my money, banker!" He growls, lurching forward at Harrison as if the word he addressed Harrison with was wanker instead of banker. Or maybe he actually said wanker; he is Tom after all. Harrison rolled his eyes at his best-friend, dumping the fake currency to the side and tossed the dice.

"Eight!" Tom yelled, reading the numbers.

"I can count," Harrison said unimpressed as he moved his token eight blocks ahead and made it land over 'Income Tax'.

Tom laughed loudly, patting his friend's back while Harrison cursed, putting some of his money aside. You watched their interaction with an ear-to-ear smile, occasional giggles leaving your lips.

"Your chance, Y/n," Harrison says, picking up the pair of dice in his hands and giving it to you. His fingers brushed over your palm, sending little chills down your spine.

Oh yeah, Harrison was after all your crush too. How convenient? That definitely meant tons of awkwardness. But how could you ever resist? His smile, the shape of his face, his sweet voice, his eyes, his laugh, the stuff he talks, his playfulness, his dumb jokes, his knack for helping everyone in need, those curls and now just imagine all those things at one place.

You looked down at the board, tossing the dice.

"Twelve..." Harrison whispers, looking at you through his lashes and smiles. Your heart does that little flip-flop thingy. You move ahead and end up at Jakarta which luckily was your own property. Tom lurches forward, picking up the dice and rolling them over.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" He curses, finally landing over Rio De Janeiro, now owing Harrison a sum of two-hundred pounds. A smile spreads across the blonde's face as he jokes —

"Looks like a billionaire is crashing down." He winks at you. You force out a laugh, more like a cough mixed with fake giggles to counter the warmth sweeping in your chest and on your face.

"I need drinks!" Tom growls, submitting the money to Harrison and laying back on the floor.

"Get 'em yourself..." Harrison throws back, counting the notes and tossing the dice.

"Karma!" Tom mumbles, sitting up, seeing the token landing over Lagos.

"Ah... Y/n will surely give me a discount, right?" He asks, looking at you hopefully but in an amusing way.

"Nah... You gotta pay extra taxes instead!" You laugh, slowly feeling connected with the game. Also, the drinks that Tom brought from the fridge were working their way in your system.

Then the game went on for several minutes in which Tom had already showered himself with the fake currency two times.

At one point Harrison frustratingly threw the only twenty pounds he owned at the middle of the board.

"We should play UNO instead. This game is shit!" He declares, hands folded across his chest.

"Why? Cause you are almost bankrupt?" Tom taunts.

"Oh, it's because you are cheating!" Harrison replies, rolling his eyes.

"Dude you are the banker!" He exclaims as you chuckle.

"Whatever. I don't care," He shrugs, trying to get up.

"You can't leave before ending the game!!" You whine and he looks at you.

"Okay. Just because Y/n is saying..." He gives Tom a dirty glare, plopping down on the floor again.

"Just because Y/n is saying..." Tom repeats in a poor Harrison's voice impression.

"Shut up, cheater!" Harrison grumbles and shifts the bank from between them to the other side.

"Ugh, kids..." You groan comically, getting back into the game.

"Y/n... Y/n?" Harrison whispers after two turns.

"What?"

"I invite you to be my business partner," He clicks his tongue while Tom's eyebrows narrow.

"What? No wayyy! That's cheating!!!" He bounces on his lap.

"Says who? One who's in jail? And it's not cheating. That how businesses work," He spat looking at Tom and then looks at you, expressions softening within nano-seconds, "Also Y/n. I have so many properties and you got so much cash in hand. Imagine how powerful we both would be together? We can become the biggest business tycoon in the world!" He completes looking up dreamily with hands stretched out.

"Y/n, don't listen to him. He is an idiot."

Harrison ignores Tom's words and slides from his spot, sitting beside you, knees touching.

"I am not. You know what's best for us. Right na?" Harrison asks softly, leaning his head to the side and close to you, his slightly wet curls falling over his forehead. And those amazing eyes were staring deep into yours. The knot in your stomach tightens making you feel nauseous and pleased with his close proximity simultaneously.

You need more alcohol.

"I-I think... Yeah. It's a good idea..." You speak slowly, hiccuping mid-sentence, breaking the lethal eye-contact with Harrison, while Tom's eyes grew wider.

"Seriously Y/n, you have better options!" Tom says, pointing both his index fingers at himself.

"Rubbish. Everyone knows Y/n likes me better than you." Harrison smirks, glancing at both of you periodically.

"You wish." Tom dramatically whips an invisible ponytail resting over his shoulder to his back, looking confident as ever, "Y/n darling, why don't you bless him with facts..."

For the first time in your life, everyone's eyes were on you. Well, at least these two handsome boys...

You were already nervous.

"It's not fair," You try to change the topic, "You can't ask me to choose between you both. Tom is my friend and Harrison is my crush. I can't---" You instantly clamp your mouth shut.

"What?!" Tom spits the beer in his mouth to the floor.

Your mouth opens and closes, unable to find words. You don't even dare to face Harrison—

"Holy shit!" Harrison mutters under his breath. You can hear it, he's sitting next to you, skin touching. As if everything else wasn’t great already.

Don't look at him. Don't look at him. And then you are looking at him.

He's biting his lip, his Adam's apple is bobbing in his throat.

"You like me?" He questions as if he was making sure. There was no escape...

You suck in a breath, "Yeah... I do..." You instantly avert your gaze to your thighs.

"Oh my god! OH MY GOD! I LIKE YOU SO MUCH!" Harrison yelps like a high-school teen and grabs both of your hands in his bigger ones, jumping up and pulling you to stand with him.

"I am seriously leaving. This is going awkward," Tom says and gets up to leave but then he shoots you a wink before shutting the main door.

Little shit.

He knew. Of course, he knew!

Now it's just you and Harrison. Alone... for the first time. What an awfully pleasant experience...

Harrison squeezes your hands and you look at him.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I would have taken you to the best of dates, feed you with the best delicacies..." He says, shaking your hands lightly.

"Y-you could have told me..." You manage to say, feeling a bit confident now that things weren't unrequited.

"Dude. I seriously never guessed. I just had this secret crush on you and you talk more to Tom and we never talk in a bilateral way. The boat looked imbalanced from my side, I was seriously freaking out!" He rambles.

"Oh..." You look at your interlaced fingers. They feel good...

Harrison senses your disappointing expressions, so he steps onto the pedestal himself, "No worries. I can take you out now... So, will you go on a date with me?"

You were looking into each other's eyes. His eyes were basically pleading.

"It's not even a question. Of course!" You say, grinning and he's quick to grab you into a warm hug.

You can't thank Tom enough for getting him bankrupt with his great skills... at cheating in the game of Monopoly.

Can you?

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[magpie-scribbles]

Sweet Relief

For the spicy BNHA Server Collab!

!!!WARNING!!! This contains piss kink! do not read this if you are not into that sort of thing! !!WARNING!!

Pairing: Rappa x F!Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Smut, piss kink, mention of PDA, dirty talk 

Honestly...he shouldn't have had that last pint, but hell you dared him to drink it in ten seconds flat and he was never one to not accept a challenge. You hadn't even offered him anything in return if he had done it but fuck, sometimes he liked to peacock...well more than sometimes...Either way he had shown you, though he doubted you actually doubted him. But now he was more than a bit tipsy and more than a little bit horny, especially after the way you had wiggled your hips at him as you crawled into the cab...it didn't help that you had also placed your hand on his thigh, fingers kneading him teasingly the whole ride back to your shared apartment.

 And now you're pulling him out of the cramped car and fixing him with bedroom eyes…

You tug your massive boyfriend up the stairs to your abode, desperate to get him alone, not that you wouldn't let him take you right then and there. You both definitely liked to make a scene every so often...but tonight you wanted him all to yourself, you were tipsy and felt absolutely primal. 

Barely able to get the key into the lock as Rappa cages you in from behind, you would have laughed if you weren't so horny. Because of his height you could feel the press of his hardening cock between your shoulder blades, his thick fingers brushing against the back of your neck. God, he could crush you if he wanted to…

Finally you manage to get the door open, having no time to ground yourself before the brick house of a man behind you is shoving you to the floor of the entryway and pouncing on you. You hear a well placed boot to the door and a slam, and then he's dropping to his knees behind you, lifting your ass up so he can rut drunkenly against you.

"You're such a fuckin' tease, fuck." He grunts and humps against you, you can feel the heat radiating from him and it makes your head spin.

"You make me that way." You whine, turning to look at him. 

Once again he catches you off guard; snarling he lashes out, mindful of his own strength, pushing your face against the floor, one cheek pressed against the cool tile, the other smooshed against his palm.

"I think ya need to be punished yeah? For bein' such a brat." He pulls your hips higher and grinds himself harder against you.

"Is it punishment if I like it?" You say smartly and you hear his deep rumbling laugh...and that should not make you as wet as it does…

"Fuck you're a feral lil' thing aren't ya?" His hand moves and then...you feel his hands gripping the back of your blouse and...riiippppp.

"Kendou!" You feel the fabric around your upper body go lax, you don't have any time to react further when you feel him grip your leggings as well…"My favorite leggings!" You cry as he rips them as well...you wonder if they're anything more than tissue paper to him.

"I'll buy you a new pair sweetheart...fuck I'll buy you three, but right now these are in the way." He's tugging the remains down your legs, mercifully NOT ruining your panties as he removes them too (you knew they were his favorite). 

He removes your blouse as well, also sparing your matching bra from his wrath. Balling up the ruined clothing he throws it down the hallway and presses into you again, your now bare body against his fully clothed one.

"No fair, Kendou, you have everything on stilllll." You whine, pushing your now bare ass back against his dick.

"Well I said I was gonna punish you, so you can wait a little bit darlin’ " he rumbles as he ruts against you. 

Rappa looks down at you, watching you writhe and beg for him...fuck. Running his hand down your spine he marvels at the way you tremble at his touch. 

He palms himself through his jeans, desperate for some relief...but fuck...he really shouldn't have had that last beer. Even in his lust-addled brain he could feel it, he had to piss like a goddamn racehorse; he pushes the sensation to the back of his mind.

“Look at you.” he groans, one hand on your hip, the other reaching to tease your clit. “Fuck you’re already sopping, ya like me pushing you around? Taking ya here on the ground like an animal? Fuck doll, imma make sure ya got bruises on your knees by the end of this.” 

You feel like you're going to lose it, his words, his touch, you need him so bad, everything he has to offer you need it, your blood sings for it. 

“Rappa...Kendou, please, please…” you whimper, glancing back at him, nearly melting then and there. He’s a sight, disheveled but so incredibly powerful, cock pressing against the confines of his jeans, biceps taught as he grips your hip and teases your pussy. You feel more slick run down your thighs.

“Fuck you’re so goddamn good.” he husks, reaching for his belt, desperate for relief, the article was also not helping his other need for relief either. So off it comes.

You hear the clinking of the metal and then feel the cool kiss of it against your backside, you mewl and Rappa chuckles.

“Later.” he promises and you swoon.

You hear the scratch of the zipper teeth as he unzips his pants and then...you moan when you feel his hard cock slap against your ass, the heat and weight of it heavenly.

“Still can’t fucking believe you take me so well.” he groans giving and experimental thrust against your ass, his finger at your clit dipping between you lips to collect more of your juices to swirl around your swollen pussy, continuing to be an awful tease.

“Please…” you whine softly, almost delirious from the need for him, you’ll take anything he’s willing to give...you just need.

His finger presses against your entrance, prodding.

“Since ya asked so sweetly darlin’ ” and then, bless him, he thrusts the digit in all the way to the last knuckle and you howl. 

“Fuck, you’re tight.” he hisses and twists his wrist, already setting up a brutal pace as his finger pistons in and out of you. 

He lines his cock up between you plush ass cheeks and begins to rut against you, chasing his own pleasure as he fucks you with his fingers.

You nearly sob when he adds another finger, stretching you even further; in the back of your mind you wonder how he even manages to fit his cock inside you when you're already so full on just two of his thick fingers. Honestly it doesn’t even matter, you praise whatever Deity brought you this beast of a man.

Rappa groans and presses closer, his cock leaking, making the slide of his thrusting easier, shit he needs this so bad, his mind is a haze, he needs this. But the horrible little sensation of another relief keeps pressing at him, making it impossible to completely focus on his own pleasure and fucking you silly; once again he pushes the need to the back of his head as he continues to finger fuck you.

“Kendou...Kendou I need you dick, please I want it…” you whine, pressing back into his finger and his thrusting cock.

“Nah you’re gonna cum on my fingers like a good girl first.” you can practically hear the cruel smile in his voice. “Ya teased earlier, so now you’re paying the prices…’sides I know you can cum from just my fingers, needy little thing.”

Fuck he knows you so well and it’s not fair, your know you can cum from this, but you are a greedy creature and you want more, more, more.

“You’re such a needy little thing...I fucking love it.” he groans, gripping you hip tighter and pressing impossibly close. “Wanna paint ya with my cum.”

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease.” you chat, as you twist your hips down against his fingers, you’re so close, so so close.

He chuckles but realizes his need to relieve himself has definitely taken front and center, it didn’t matter how close he was to cumming all over your back, his need to piss was greater.

“Don’t think I can darlin’, I’m gonna make you howl, then imma take a piss and then I come back to fuck you nice a good like you deserve.” 

“Do it.” you whine softly.

He pauses in his actions, cocking his head.

“Do what?” he questions.

“...Relieve yourself.” you face is so incredibly red, but the idea, hell, the idea shouldn’t make you this hot and bothered.

“Not gonna leave without you cumming on my fingers.” he doesn’t get it… you feel your face heat up further.

“No...here...do it here.” you’re so fucking embarrassed but you want it so bad.

“I-What?” for the first time in a long time you hear Rappa falter and fuck if that doesn’t do things to you.

“Piss on me, mark me, PLEASE.” you are begging at this point, already so debauched in your need that you don’t care at this point.

There is a long pause of silence and you begin to wonder if you’ve actually pushed Rappa too far...and then.

“Fuuuuuck darlin’ you filthy little minx.” and his fingers are pumping in and out of you with renewed vigor, he even adds a third to your needy hole. “You want me to just fucking ruin ya don’t ya?”

“Yyeessssss.” you mewl, so close to the edge, you can feel it tingling in your spine.

“Shit, I love ya, I fuckin’ love ya.” he trusts his cock against you harder and then he shifts, tapping his cock against the cleft of your ass before rising up a little bit. “Gonna ruin ya for anyone else, gonna mark you just like ya want.” 

“Yesyesyesyes!” you're delirious with need. 

And then you hear him groan and the sensation of warm liquid splashing and trickling down your spine greets you. 

You cum then and there, stars behind your eyelids, a silent scream upon your lips as Rappa relieves himself along your back. 

“Holy shit.” he breathes as you clamp down on his fingers. “Holy fuckin’ shit.” if he wasn’t pissing he’d definitely be cumming.

You hadn’t expected the intensity of your orgasm, and as you slowly come down from your high and you feel the last of Rappa’s piss trickle down your back and pool on the floor, you shiver, absolutely wrecked.  

“Stay right there babydoll, I got ya.” his still hard cock slaps against your ass as his arm comes around you to keep you from collapsing into the mess below you. Not that it would matter it was already all over your back but you can’t help but feel impossibly warm and soft from his care. 

You sigh as he removes his finger from you and carefully brings you to sit up on your knees, gently nosing at your temple as he kisses your cheekbone.

“You’re perfect. So fuckin’ perfect.” he whispers against your skin and you melt into his strong arms. “Imma, take good care a ya; take you to the shower, get ya cleaned up, take care of this mess and then…” he bites at the shell of your ear and you shiver. “ Imma take you to the bedroom and mark ya up again.”

The heat that pools in your belly is instantaneous.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #461

“this city looks so pretty, do you wanna burn it with me?”

Have you ever wanted a Nikon camera? Or do you have one already? My camera before the one I have now was a Nikon D3200. I use a Canon now. Who was the last person (if anyone) you said Happy Birthday to? A friend. Do you have Photoshop? If so, how often a day do you use it? I have it, but I barely use it nowadays. I use it to edit photos for character profiles or profile pictures, add a watermark for my actual photography, and I used to make Mark-oriented gifs like crazy. They mostly did really well, so... I might wanna get back into that and get That Sweet Validation. Do you watch any shows that you know your parents wouldn’t approve of? No. Have any of your exes gotten married or had kids since your breakup? None, I think. Do either of your parents have a mental illness? My mom has depression. Can you tolerate children for a long period of time? NO. Have you ever lived with someone you felt thoroughly uncomfortable around? No. Are you into dubstep? Yeah, I tend to enjoy it. Zelda or The Sims games? Can I pick neither? lol I don't feel very much at all for The Sims, and Zelda games have always looked... boring to me? Like I've watched most of the Game Grumps' playthroughs of all the games, and they make it hilarious of course, but the games themselves? Nah. Are you terrible at assigning bands their proper genre? YES YES YES YES YES YES. Even in my preferred category, that being metal, FUCK if I know the sub-genre. Have you ever made out in a closet? No, that shit sounds claustrophobic as hell. Have you ever been to a laser tag place? Yeah, on a triple-date once! It was SO fun. How do you wanna celebrate your next birthday? Have a couple friends over, pig out at The Cheesecake Factory. o3o Do you tease your parents about them being old? No, especially not Mom. She's self-conscious about getting older. Are you in love with someone? "In love" is a bit too far, buddy. But I love someone. Have you ever ridden a unicycle? No. Have you ever wanted a pet bunny? I was VERY serious about getting a lop-eared bunny for quite a while, but we just couldn't afford to adopt one (even off Craigslist) and get a cage for it, toys, etc. Are the bottom of your feet clean? I HATE seeing the bottom of my feet. Not because they're dirty, but because it's Callus City. I ain't even fuckin jokin'. Do you like really salty food? Yeah. :x When’s the last time you bled a lot? Well, I just recently finished my cycle after not menstruating for three or four MONTHS, so you can figure that one out. Have you ever watched a needle go into your own skin? Yeah. I like to know exactly when it's coming. Have you ever seen someone get a piercing/tattoo? Yes to both. When you’re done eating finger foods, do you usually lick your fingers? Usually kasdjlf;kalsdjf shut up ok I like food. What’s the most racist thing you have ever said? As a little kid, when my really good friend (a neighborhood kid, even) asked if he thought we'd be a good couple, I told him no because "blacks and whites don't date" or something like that. It was an idea I'd never been exposed to before; the idea was so foreign to little kid me. I had no idea I was being racist. It ended in a small fight and we didn't talk for a few days 'til he came to my house telling Mom that he had to "be a man" and fix this and if that ain't the cUTEST SHIT RIGHT THERE. We were friends again after that. He's still on my Facebook, and he actually semi-recently got married! :') Do you know someone that is mute, deaf or blind? No. Have you ever spent more than two weeks in a wheelchair? No. Does weed smell good? Or no? Ugh, no. Where do you see your closest friend in ten years? Successful and happy she kept pushing. Mama to so many reptiles that are blessed with the best lives possible in human care. Got at least one amazing book out there. If she's reading this, you've fucking got this. <3 Would you like to have twins? Mother of fucking god, no. Even if I WANTED kids, do fucking not give me twins. Who was the last person you got into an argument with? My mom. Want to have kids before you’re 30? Once again, I don't want kids, but IF I did, that'd be preferable before the risk of birth defects and other issues climb with age. Does anybody have a tattoo with your name on it? My older sister has my initial. Do you think somebody’s in love with you? No. Do you think you and your best friend will be friends in ten years? Yes, I genuinely do. Who were the last people to hang out at your house? Miss Tobey, our friend and landlord. Does anyone like you? Welp... I hope he still does. Guess we'll figure that out soon. What person on your Facebook do you talk to the most? VIA Facebook? Probably my friend Lyndsey. She likes to comment on stuff I share. Do you want to fall in love? I do, but I'm also utterly horrified to and risk being hurt again. Are you interested in more than one person at the moment? No. Once I realized I was so deeply into Girt, all other romantic feelings kinda just... poofed. How was your last break up? Civil and done with both of our best interests in mind. What is the hardest thing you’ve ever had to say? Probably the first time I admitted I needed to go to the hospital for suicidal thoughts. I was so, so scared of what it was going to be like. What is the hardest thing you NEEDED to hear? That if Jason wasn't happy with me, he had every right to move on. She was right. Do you treat yourself well? No... but I'm trying to change that. What was the last song you sang out loud to? This "Set Fire to the Rain" cover. Do you take good pictures? I think I do? Have you ever done any internship? No. What’s a topic you’ve drastically changed your opinion on? Holy shit, so much, especially when it comes to morality and political stances. I am now a massive supporter and member of the LGBTQ+ community, I'm pro-trans rights, pro-choice... I've done like a dozen 180s in a lot of topics. Do you know anyone who has a PhD? I mean, some doctors, but no one in my truly personal life. Do you know anyone who works as a lawyer? Yes: my cousin. Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? LAKSDJFKLA;JWD NEVER AND I PRAY TO THE HOLY LORD THAT I NEVER DO. Does the thought of having wrinkles when you’re older upset you? Not massively? Like literally everyone gets them and is natural and inevitable. Do you know anyone who’s struggling with addiction? I know one alcoholic, and one that's probably borderline. I also have two friends who are extremely addicted to weed. Look me in the eyes and say it's not an addictive substance and I wouldn't believe you one bit. Is there a video or computer game that you can get lost in for hours? Eh, sometimes World of Warcraft. Some days I'm really into it, and others I barely touch it. What’s your favorite Disney Channel movie? I have no clue. I don't even remember movies that were made *for* Disney exclusively. Do you ever have to do yard work? No. We have a friend from the dance studio mow the lawn. Do you have any live versions of songs in your music software? My iPod has a whole live album of Ozzy. Did you or do you listen to Britney Spears songs? Both did and do. Britney is a boss bitch. Does your favorite band have a male or female lead singer? Male. Have you seen the movie Moulin Rouge? No, but I've seen some of that P!nk music video of the song and it brings out the Gay in me. Do you have a key to anything besides your house? No. Could you ever complete a 500-piece puzzle? I've done that before. I miss doing puzzles... Have you ever been to any sort of convention? I went to a reptile expo with Sara!! I REALLY want to go to another when my legs are stronger and can handle standing and walking so much. Is your mom or dad the older parent? Mom. Have you ever tried to walk on a moving vehicle and fallen over? No????? What is your favourite kind of bread? Is there any of that in your house? Pumpernickel. No. Are/were you in the school band, and if so, what instrument did you play? I played the flute all through middle school and I wanna say half of HS. Have you ever ordered an unusual drink at a bar? Never even been to one. Have you ever been pulled aside by security at the airport? I think once for some reason I don't recall? What is your favourite seasonal candy? (only available at certain times) Gingerbread men, probs. Or chocolate bunnies!!! :') How do you feel right now? My stomach is KILLING me. I'm super excited though that Girt is coming over tomorrow. Have you ever had surgery that kept you in the hospital for over a day? No. What would you like your generation to change? How we treat nature. Is there anyone that you truly could not live without? No. I learned that is a very unhealthy mentality to have. Do you like carrots more if they’re raw, or cooked? I just hate carrots. What restaurant did you last go out to dinner at with friends? With friends? I couldn't even guess. Does your refrigerator have an ice maker or do you use ice cube trays? It has an ice maker. Do you have a favorite sibling, if any? No; I love them all. Do you have a favorite brand of clothing? I STAN CLOAK. How’s the love life? Something new might start tomorrow. I think it will. Do you watch the news? No; that shit is depressing. Who do you admire most? Mark. Do you have a favorite album? Black Rain by Ozzy Osbourne takes the cake and always will.