#verse: Harry adopting left and right

[foxes-that-run]

Now that we don't talk

In the 2012-2014 timeline our girl went through it in the space a week. It’s like an emotional advent calendar and we get the prizes:

Sunday:  Harry misses his flight because he didn’t have his passport. Keep Driving: “Passports in foot wells”

Monday: New Year’s Eve 2012 – The world’s most public kiss

Tuesday:  New Year’s Day & they leave for the Virgin Islands

Wednesday: Taylor's hair pinned up for Right where you left me

Thursday: (maybe) Maroon's hickie & the wine soaked dress

Friday: Taylor's boat trip Say don’t go and Is it Over now?

Saturday (maybe) From the Dining Table, then Harry goes to Richard Branson’s island …and that’s what you missed on Glee.

Update: Thank you @this-daydream-is-dangerous-13 and their ace detective skills, NTWDT is copyrighted 2014, so updated here, the old post is here.

In the voice memo Taylor says:

Now that we don't talk is one of my favorite songs that was left behind it was so hard to leave it behind but I think we wrote it a little bit towards the end of the process and we couldn't get the production right at the time. I think it's the shortest song I've ever had but I think it packs a punch I think it really goes in for the short amount of time we have I think it makes its point.

The last tracks were between January 2014 (Say don't go) and 19 February 2014 (Style).

The period they didn't talk was a minimum of 3 weeks to the NRG awards, in HYGTG she said 6 months which is June.

For context, Harry was 18 and it appears all he did was post photos in a hot tub. It was a s***ty thing to do, but when the song was finally written they were freshly back together and he wrote Stockholm Syndrome with:

"Who's this man that's holding your hand and talking 'bout your eyes? (Oh-oh-oh) / Used to sing about being free but now he's changed his mind (Oh-oh-oh)"

From then he was then a giggling BF he's adopting kittens and continued to sing about her eyes for another 10 years.

Lyrics [Verse 1] You went to a party I heard from everybody You part the crowd like the Red Sea Don't even get me started Did you get anxious though On the way home? I guess I'll never, ever know Now that we don't talk

She did hear from everybody, it was huge news.

'Did you get anxious on the way home' got me in the feels, in New Years Day she talked of him squeezing her hand three times in the backseat to say it will be OK. This breaks my heart so much to think that song and this are about 1 week.

[Verse 2] You grew your hair long You got new icons And from the outside It looks like you're tryin' lives on I miss the old ways You didn't have to change But I guess I don't have a say Now that we don't talk

2 weeks after Taylor left on a boat, Harry acquired his Butterfly Tattoo on 22 January. A week later they saw each other for the first time on 27th January at the NRG Awards in Paris. The Cannes sunset photos are from the hotel they both stayed in. Part 2 of also within a week:

[Chorus] I call my mom, she said that it was for the best Remind myself, the morе I gave, you'd want me less I cannot bе your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost And what it cost, now that we don't talk

Bless Andrea Swift all she has given this world, most especially for comforting Taylor when 18 year old’s pop stars hang out with billionaires. Everytime I hear this I imagine Andrew saying "put it in a song!"

They later did bury the hatchet People now reports them as friends. They have also sung about their chemistry in relation to that friendship though in Delicate, nice to have a friend and Fine Line. [Verse 3] What do you tell your friends we Shared dinners, long weekends with? Truth is, I can't pretend it's Platonic, it's just ended, so

Harry and Taylor shared (and continued to) share a lot of friends, to me this line is similar to Maroon where she refers to Rubies she gave up, the Junior Jewels shirt refers to her friends as jewels.

Taylor and Harry go on to have a discography just about this very line, can they be friends when they have such great chemistry? I have a list in Glitch

[Outro] I don't have to pretend I like acid rock Or that I'd like to be on a mega yacht With important men who think important thoughts Guess maybe I am better off now that we don't talk And the only way back to my dignity Was to turn into a shrouded mystery Just like I had been when you were chasing me Guess this is how it has to be now that we don't talk

Harry has diverse music tastes, but does love Pink Floyd and has a Grateful Dead ring he wears often.

To me the shrouded mystery line is a mystery, Taylor was ending the Red World Tour and later in the year embarked on the most active publicity of her career and 1989 World Tour, but in the moment I guess. She and Harry did not speak for some months, by the end of the year they were saying they were on good terms and based on later songs we know were back together before the end of 2013

[disorganizedkitten]

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Coldest Girl In Coldtown

And I Loved You So Much I Turned Around

Behind Borrowed Blood

Bloody Phosphenes

By Definition, We’re Not Insane Yet

If Home Is Where The Heart Is, Where Do The Heartless Rest?

Infected Pearl au

No Pandemic Au

Pearl Bach And The Horrible Terrible No Good Very Bad (88) Days

Thorns and Tombstones

Time Loop

"1800s" au

Harry Potter

A Conspiracy Of Errors

A Week In A Day

And Salt The Earth Behind You

Antithesis / Charlie's Demons

Arial Anarchy

Cobra Lily

Dark As Dried Blood

Dark Magic For Dummies

Emotional Support Cookies

Gentle As Flaking Blood

Harry Potter Does Not Exist (A Presentation)

Hyacinth

I'm Gonna Kill Santa Claus (But Uno Reverse)

Incubus

It’s Only Right As A Math Problem

Judge My Carmine Fingertips (It Won't Make Them Clean)

No Rest For The Wicked

Not Every Open Wound (Is Simply Healed By Time)

Not (Our Parents’) Children 

Nothing Like A Trail Of Blood To Lead You Home

Obliviate

Seven Months Away

Swing a Scepter, Wear A Crown

The Potter-Riddle foundation for abandoned children

The Soul Feels Like The Universe / I Feel As Though I've Been On This Earth Before

There Is Magic In Every Living Thing

Three War Orphans In A Magic Castle

War Crimes Verse

Win Come Late

You Held My Heart In Your Hands

Miraculous Ladybug

A Bug To Bee Talk

A Day In The Life Of - Mafia Au

A Miraculous Mix Up

A Study In Friendship

ANJR

Be Still My Undead Heart

Bursting Bubbles of Bad Luck

Chronicles of Ladybug and Baset

Climbing the Louvre

Depth of Cold

Four is Quantic but five is too

G-day: a celebration of Girlfriends and Glitter

Going outside (for more than the view)

Is It Really Safe?

It's in the blood

I’m Literally Right Here

Luck of the claws

Miracle Fighters

Moving Places

My Safety Isn’t The Concern

No Longer A Villian

Paper Lanterns

Plume Reign

Red’s the Color Of Your Heart

Rena

Scarlet Swords

Shades of Warmth

Sharing is Caring

Skipped a Step

Sunshine and Roses

The Marinette Lucky Charm

These Hopeless Helpless Miraculous-Wielding Romantics

We Recover Only To Be Broken Again

You’ll Survive

Crossover Fics

#girlsupportinggirls

Carrying capacity

Circus au / Into The Mixing Bowl

Closer Than Friends

Exchange of blades

Feathers and Shells

Geronimo Weasley

Ghostinette

Gifts Between Girls

How To Live (When You've Long Been Dead)

Immortal Children

Ivory Shadows

Jaded eyes, stolen stories (Jaded eyes, poached prophecies)

Jagged Leaves

Life goes on

Location Soulmate au

Marinette's Guide To Adopting The Local Vigilante

Power he knows not

Princess Mara au

Queen, Devil, Champion

Recruiting Red

Robbery chatfic

Seven Faces over Seven Continents

Switching and Swapping

Tales of the Tacticional Twins

Talon mindshare

Tim Drake-Wayne vs Albus Dumbledore

Trained Together

Two Can Keep A Secret If One Of Them Is Dead

Wine Aunts Salt au

Wishes Fishes

My Hero Academia

Borrow

Hold Your Bloody Head Up High

How Long Can Someone Be Lost

Lost In Translation

They Call Them Feral

We're All Dead Here

Wingfic

Scooby-Doo

Eldritch Doos au 

Gang Soulmate au

Summer camp au

HTTYD

Dragonborn

The one where Dagur is a good brother

The one where Dragon Riders are their own tribe | Feral Hiccup au #1

The One where Dragons are actually Aliens

The one where everyone is secretly friends

The one where Heather and Mala pop in during HTTYD1

The one where Hiccup and his brother kill the red death before realizing they’re brothers | Feral Hiccup au #4

The one where Hiccup Gets Hurt in the ring

The one where Hiccup Runs Away (and meets the wingmaidens) | Feral Hiccup au #2

The One Where Stoick Suffers Despite His Best Efforts | Feral Hiccup au #5

The one with the human sacrifice except Dagur is a faithful husband and very offended | Feral Hiccup au #3

JCA

Hypermnesia

Reacquisition

Danny Phantom

Age Swap Au

Three Feet To The Left

Walk Beside My Corpse (It's the memory that decays)

Welfare Check

Other

In The Vacuum You Left Behind

Keep Me In Balance

Prerecognition

The Fuzzy Duckling

The Name of Frankenstein

The Paris Fic

We Dared Open The Door

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[kaaras-adaar]

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻���𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.

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basics !

FULL NAME. Kaaras Tashaath Adaar

PRONUNCIATION. Kaer-rass, tash-hath, uh-duh

NICKNAME. Adaar, Inquisitor, Captain, Herald of Andraste, Worship.

GENDER. Male

HEIGHT. 6′7

AGE. 29

ZODIAC. Sagittarius 

SPOKEN LANGUAGES. Common/Trade tongue, intermediate Qunlat. 

physical characteristics !

HAIR COLOUR. Butterscotch blonde. .

EYE COLOUR. Red with orange flecks and a black ring around the iris.

SKIN TONE. Pale grey.

BODY TYPE. Thick, stocky, muscular, overweight. 

ACCENT. Fereldan, with a hint of Starkhaven from living there the last few years. 

VOICE. Harry Hadden-Paton. 

DOMINANT HAND. Right (thankfully lol)

POSTURE. Straight back, shoulders back, very formal and military-like. 

SCARS. Multiple. Across his nose/under his eye, down his lip/chin, over his shoulder/back, over his ribs, an appendix removal scar. 

TATTOOS. Nil.

BIRTHMARKS. A tiny little freckle-like dark mark near his belly button and a freckle that looks like a heart on his butt cheek.

MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). Horns, longer than average ears, height, body mass.

childhood !

PLACE OF BIRTH. Starkhaven (in the back of a Chantry).

HOMETOWN. Ferelden, Southron Hills. 

BIRTH WEIGHT. Smaller than average 

BIRTH HEIGHT. Smaller than average. 

FIRST WORDS. Most likely mumma or papa 

SIBLINGS. Talan-ash (older half brother from his father’s side), Aith (adopted elven younger sister), multiple unnamed siblings from his father under the Qun. 

PARENTS. Aban Adaar (mother--alive and well), Anaan Adaar (father--deceased) 

PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT. Loving parents who encouraged Kaaras from a young age. His relationship was extremely close as a young boy. When his father passed away, Kaaras blamed himself and pushed his mother and sister away, becoming distant with them. However, he cares deeply for his family and they mean the world to him. He is still close to his mother, despite still feeling guilt for the loss of his father and his mother’s husband. 

adult life !

OCCUPATION. Farmer, mercenary, mercenary captain, Inquisitor. 

CURRENT RESIDENCE. Skyhold, but Ferelden will always be home. He also has a place in Starkhaven where his mercenary company operate from. 

CLOSE FRIENDS. Dorian Pavus, Iron Bull, Aith, his merc band. 

RELATIONSHIP STATUS.  Verse dependent

FINANCIAL STATUS. Commoner, however, as Inquisitor, his status increased significantly. 

CRIMINAL RECORD. He has been wrongfully arrested twice. 

VICES. Gluttony, pride. 

sex and romance !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Pansexual. 

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. Panromantic. 

PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive  |  dominant  |  switch  

PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. Submissive  |  dominant  |  switch

LIBIDO. High. 

TURN ONS. Lingerie, BDSM, emotional encouragement and support, kind hearted people who help others, butts, the scent of his lover, biting.

TURN OFFS. Blindfolds, lack of true control, people who are selfish and manipulative as well as rude, anything to do with lack of hygiene.

LOVE LANGUAGE. Quality time. 

RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. Kaaras is in it for the long haul. He is a slow burn romantic partner, but it is well worth it. He is selfless and caring, and loving. Someone who wishes to give a romantic relationship his all. He wants to help his lover feel their self worth. 

miscellaneous !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. Inquisitor by Raney Shockne 

HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Reading, poetry, sparring, horse riding, quiet walks.

MENTAL ILLNESSES. OCD (informally diagnosed), PTSD (informally diagnosed). mottephobic. 

PHYSICAL ILLNESSES. PGAD, lactose intolerance, heart murmur, the anchor being a parasite... 

LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. Left brained 

FEARS. Losing control, failing his loved ones, hurting the people he loves, not being good enough to save Thedas. 

SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. Kaaras is very aware of his gifts and what he lacks in. I’d say he’s a pretty confident individual, but he’s also extremely humble about it. He’s very well balanced in that regard. 

VULNERABILITIES. His heart. His heart is so fucking big. Both physically and mentally. Kaaras has a heart murmur, although you wouldn’t know unless he’s exceptionally stressed or fatigued. It caused a bit of discomfort at times. The anchor will also make him weak over time and hurt him until it is removed. Mentally, Kaaras is a very giving and self sacrificing person with a martyr complex. He also gives the benefit of the doubt to most people, which can bite him on the arse. His family is his biggest weakness, though. He will do anything to protect them and keep them from harm.  

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[3katanas]

Verse: Harry Potter

Kuina is a distant cousin of Zoro's in this verse.

One of Zoro's close friends from school is Summer Abbott (OC), a fellow Hufflepuff who decided he was too grumpy and unsociable for his own good.

Zoro's favorite class in school was Herbology since it wasn't a field of study that he was forced to specialize in due to his family background.

He is constantly getting lost in the castle and can often be found in random rooms long forgotten to time. It's to the point that even the ghosts know to lead him back to the Hufflepuff dorm if they find him wandering around.

Zoro carries the greatest sword ever made by his family, the Wado Ichimonji, and the two swords his parents carried before they were murdered. He is granted special permission by Dumbledore to carry his swords during his school years and is never without them as an Auror. His wand is also strapped to his side with his swords.

Zoro's goal is to become as legendary of an Auror as Mad-Eye Moody

The Goblet of Fire

Since he's a Hufflepuff, Zoro is close friends with Cedric and was spending the summer with him before his last school year. Attending the Quidditch World Cup with him and his father.

Due to his goal to become an Auror after graduation and not wanting to lose time that would normally be dedicated to training in his Dual-Wielding Technique, Zoro did not enter his name into the Goblet of Fire even though many of his classmates urged him to. He was happy for his friend and helped Cedric whenever he could to prepare for the challenges.

The Order of the Phoenix

It was Cedric's death that caused Zoro to join the Order of the Phoenix when he was approached by Dumbledore after his graduation. Infuriated by the fact that the ministry was turning a blind eye to the truth that was right before them.

As an Auror within the Order and a powerful combattant, Zoro is one of the wizards sent to get Harry after he and his cousin are attacked by Dementors.

Molly practically adopts Zoro as one of her own upon learning that he has no family left. Therefore, anytime he returns to Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place she insists on feeding him and ensuring he sleeps and baths. Therefore, he is also practically forced by Molly to join the Weasleys, Harry, and Sirius for Christmas.

Due to constantly coming and going from Grimmauld Place over the summer and having known them in school, Zoro becomes best friends with the Twins. He is also a secret investor in their business after they leave school and open their store.

The Half-Blood Prince

Zoro takes on shifts to guard the students on the day they return to school.

[r0siesmith]

ABOUT (MOBILE)

Full name: Rosie Smith Nickname(s): Rose Age: 30 - 38 years old (verse dependent) Gender: Female Orientation: Bisexual Marital status: Widowed (verse dependent) Positive traits: Positive, friendly, humorous, charismatic, empathetic Negative traits: Unstable, mood swings, control freak, domineering, overbearing Likes: Food, books, nature, teaching, wine, baking Dislikes: Loss of control, loneliness, confrontation with weaknesses Moral alignment: Chaotic good Height: 167cm/5'4" Tattoos/piercings: None

Biography (TW: domestic abuse mention, infertility, cancer):

Born and raised in Portland, Rosie is the product of a dysfunctional family. What exactly happened in her childhood is unknown to those around her, because she doesn’t talk about her past a lot and when she does, the stories she tells lack consistency. No one knows why but it is common knowledge amongst locals that her accounts of the past are unreliable, she tells frequent lies and embellishes truths left and right. The only element in Rosie’s past that remains consistent in every story she tells is the fact that for most of her childhood, she was forced to grow up early and assume a motherly role, taking care of her three younger siblings. Nowadays Rosie’s siblings are spread about the country, each of them raising their own respective families while Rosie lives by herself.

After Rosie and her siblings lost touch with one another at age 20, Rosie married her first husband Charles whom she found out later would perpetually cheat on her with the housemaids.

Not long after their divorce in 2000, Rosie met and married her second husband, Mark, a wealthy business man from Colorado who immediately moved her into his three-story home. Despite Mark’s wealth, marriage number two was equally disappointing and plagued by domestic abuse and serial cheating on both sides. Rosie still stayed with Mark for three years, before finally cutting things off and divorcing him in 2003.

It wasn’t until 2008 that Rosie met her third husband Harry. Harry was a man of humble background, but none of that mattered to Rosie. Though she initially had trouble trusting him, their marriage was a fruitful one and the two were happy - aside from one thing. After trying to have children for three years, Rosie was determined infertile. This broke both her and her husband’s heart, but the two still decided to stay together in spite of this knowledge. They looked into adoption, for six months they visited different orphanages in search of a child they could raise and call their own. And then Harry fell ill. He died of leukemia not three months later, leaving behind a distraught Rosie.

[llendrinall]

Here's a prompt for you.

Draco and Harry are dating and taking it slow (no one is aware & they started dating after the both of them had begun to go to therapy and heal a bit) and while they've together for a year (now its not somethin that either of them hide but they also dont go out and pronounce anything) they find an orphanage in the muggle world and they hang out with the kids and end up falling inlove with between 1-4 of the kids over time and both the Weasley's and Malfoy's find out about their relationship when they show up with their newly adopted child/ren.

"I thought you knew we were together"

"We thought you were becoming friends Harry!"

Draco saw the kid first. Not that it matters, but Harry claims that it was all his idea when, in truth, Draco saw the kid first and immediately knew what was going to happen. This is Harry, after all. Draco could have distracted Harry, insist they took the other exit of the restaurant, anything. But he did none of that because (don’t tell anyone this) Draco Malfoy might have a heart of his own and he was curious about the kid sitting under a lamppost with a book.

His names is Liam and he was doing homework. There is a lounge in the orphanage where, theoretically, children can do their homework. But the place is very noisy and there are some older kids who pick on Liam. Unless it’s raining heavily, Liam prefers to be outside where he can have some peace. He could go to the library and he usually takes refuge there, but it closes early on Fridays.

They had just had dinner, but they go back to the restaurant so Liam can work at a table where is warm and well lighted. The waitress gets Liam extra bacon in his sandwich and doesn’t charge them for it.

Harry surprises Draco because he doesn’t immediately take Liam with him, even though it’s clear that’s what he wants to do. He does say he would like to visit Roberta Clark’s Children Home and looks softly pleased when Draco says he will go with him.

They have been together for almost a year now, soft and tentative and careful because they both want this and are afraid to ruin it with a false step. They have just started to talk about living arrangements, although in a very vague way. Tonight, however, Draco begins a ruthless campaign against Harry’s house which is well located in London, yes, but it doesn’t have a garden unlike Draco’s house in Virginia Water, and it has one less room than Draco’s (not accounting for the music room), and it’s very dark. Draco can’t imagine children growing up happy here. Poor Sirius. And poor Regulus.

Harry is pissed, which is further proof that he needs Draco in his life because, Morgana, is he easy to read and manipulate.

That Thursday the two of them visit Roberta Clark’s Children Home where they are welcomed by the rudest social worker to ever plague the Earth. The deputy Director isn’t much better. She doesn’t like it when Harry points they have mold on the walls, all twenty-three times.

(This is one of the many reasons Draco loves him. For a hero of the light, Harry is a terror).

Draco walked in there knowing fully well they were going to adopt Liam, hence his campaign for the Virginia Water’s house because no child of his will grow up in Grimmauld Place. Children who grow up in Grimmauld Place become unhappy adults who die before their time. Draco thought that maaaaybe Harry still believed he was only going to show an interest in the institution and hand them money to improve the living conditions; but Draco knew there was no way Harry would leave Liam in there. The kid is eleven! An orphan! Harry can lie to himself all he wants. He will be Liam’s legal father inside a month.

What Draco didn’t expect was to get a child of his own.

Her name is Jamie, JamieTheGirl. There is a boy named Jamie and simply Jamie, not JamieTheBoy, because Jamie is a boy’s name. This is explained to Draco in a rush, with a mixture of pain and bratty attitude that speaks to him directly. JamieTheGirl hates her name, her haircut, the horrible dress she is forced to wear and Mister Gladwell, who is the rude social worker. JamieTheGirl wanted to know if Liam is lying, because Liam said he knew them (them being Draco and Harry) but Liam is eleven and everybody knows that nobody wants kids older than ten. Seven is best. JamietheGirl is nine so she could still be adopted, but she has been informed by multiple sources that nobody will ever want her because a) she has a bad attitude, b) she has a boy’s name and c) she is not cute enough.

“My name is Draco,” is all Draco can say. He is already vowing to hunt down those multiple sources who told Jamie she was less than perfect. “It’s not a bad name but it’s not a good one either.”

JamieTheGirl agrees.

Now that they are going to adopt two children it’s all the more reason to live in the Virginia Water’s house, which has more room and a very nice garden. They can always apparate the kids to their school in London. If Harry refuses to apparate (sometimes Harry exhibits some very weird ideas about magic and luxury) Draco will get a car. Not even a magical car, and actual muggle car. He will buy one and take the kids to school. Actually, they should go tomorrow to check the house and start the arrangements.

Harry stares at Draco. He is sitting on the kitchen counter in his stupid house in Grimmauld Place, eating Chinese food from the box as if he weren’t a filthy rich man, hero of the wizarding world. Draco loves him so much.

“What do you mean adopt?” Harry says.

“Oh, like this was going to go any other way.” Draco says, rolling his eyes. If the place had merely been overcrowded and noisy Harry would have contented himself to play the benefactor role and pay for renovations. But there was mold in twenty-three spots, the social worker made Snape look charming and evidently none of the adults in charge had any idea of what the children were going through and, even worse, what they were getting up to.

Draco knows Harry. It is a mere question of how quickly they can get the paperwork ready.

“I’m still going to do something about the place.” Harry argues, of course he does. He won’t simply take a kid and forget about the rest. But he is already thinking of all the wonderful things he will teach Liam. Draco can see it in his eyes.

They get married two weeks later, for the paperwork, but in essence they got married that night when Draco laid the rest of their lives before them and Harry realized that Draco knew him better than himself and that he still wanted to be with him.

They move to the Virginia Water’s house in early January. Liam can’t believe that he has been adopted, so he takes the fact that they are both wizards in stride. The adoption is much harder to believe than the fact that people can do actual magic. Also, he has his own room. His. With a door that he can close. The fact that he doesn’t have to hide his books so they won’t be stolen takes enough of Liam’s attention that he can’t worry about such unimportant things as magic.

JamieTheGirl is both easier and harder. She is easier because she desperately wanted to be out of the Children’s Home, and harder because she is naturally distrustful and very intelligent. Not to say that Liam is not distrustful or smart, but he is old enough to be jaded. Liam expects something bad to happen and he is willing to take it. He, like Harry, is stupid enough to believe that he can take new abuse if he also gets some comfort in exchange.

(note: Draco is going to piss on Dumbledore’s grave).

The first month is difficult, but once both Liam and JamieTheGirl act out and see there are no bad consequences, that they are not beaten or returned to the Children’s Home, they settle happily. JamieTheGirl asks to have her name changed, please, she will take a constellation name if they want to, just let her have a different name. They are enrolled in a new school and Draco buys a car and hires a chauffeur who happens to be a squib and there is no need for Harry to look at him that way.

Things are good.

It’s cold outside, the garden is dry and ugly, it rains nonstop for two weeks… but everything is good and nice. If Sean were here he would have something interesting to say about it. Everything in Sean is ugly, but he knows how to take the painful things and make them sweet, and he would know how to put into words that the world outside the house is ugly right now, but it’s also nice.

Draco feels Harry go rigid at the same time as him. “Who?” Draco says calmly just as Harry asks “What?”.

Sean is an ugly case. He was adopted when he was eight but he was returned a few months later. Nobody knows why although there is a lot of speculation. He often got himself beaten in school and once by Mister Murphy (“Who?”, “It doesn’t matter, he doesn’t work there anymore”, “Give me a detailed description of Mister Murphy, please”.) He is fifteen now so nobody will adopt him and Mister Gladwell says he will amount to nothing. Despite what Mrs Oxley says (Mrs Oxley is the deputy Director) Sean is not a criminal. He goes with bad people, sure, but he never stole Liam’s books and he even showed him a couple of hiding places. He is not bad at all.

On Friday they welcome Sean home. Just at the same time Mr Gladwell, Mrs Oxley, Mr Murphy and a criminal gang from the South Bank all suffer completely coincidental and unrelated accidents.

Sean is a young criminal. He is tough and hard, actively cultivating a mean strike and horrifyingly traumatized.

He is also deeply protective of Liam and Jamie. It’s heartbreaking.

Fortunately, Harry was also deeply traumatized at his age. It’s a horrible thought to have, but for once Harry is grateful for all that pain because he knows how Sean feels, he understands, and he can help.

No, Sean can’t have a wand or try magic. Yes, he still has to go to school. No, he can’t take the car. No, no smoking and no drinking either. Come along, you are going to take fighting classes.

Which might seem counter-productive. Do not teach the young delinquent to fight, yadda, yadda. Harry spent all of his fifteen year wanting to punch someone and Sean has this freaked-out look in the eyes that says he doesn’t trust Harry or Draco and that he wants to protect Jamie and Liam. The fighting classes make him feel more in control and they mellow him. Also, by the third time Draco has a tiff and demands to talk to the headmaster about Liam’s class placement, his math grades, Jamie’s English grades, and just-what-did-that-woman-insinuate-I-swear; something visibly relaxes in Sean.

(Not even Liam knows what his Biology teacher said that upset Draco. The next week they have the lovely Miss Quintrell instead and the whole class is happy so Liam doesn’t question it).

And suddenly it’s March and Ron’s birthday and there is a celebration at the Burrow. Harry arrives with his family and a well-structured explanation of how he is now the legal father of Sean, Liam and Possibly-Berenice (they are still trying names). He is really good at it. He gives a simple step by step account of the process, with helpful asides and clarifying details, everything. There is just this one thing. A small detail, really. An assumption that is not supported by reality.

“Mate, I’m very happy for you,” Ron says. “We all are. But, you never mentioned you were dating Malfoy and I believe I speak for everyone when I say it’s a shock.”

And, to be fair, nobody can say they are actually surprised that Harry showed up with three orphans. But Malfoy, well… Malfoy is something else. They thought Harry was merely befriending him, or possibly adopting him like he tried to do with Neville. The dating thing is a big mental shift.

“We are married,” Draco says, and then, at their stares, more quietly, “it was more convenient? For the paperwork?”.

There is a lot of “Harry Potter you did not get married without telling us” and “Harry Potter how could you just get married without a ceremony” and “you know we have been developing these party fireworks how could you do this to us” and Molly red-faced, waving a finger, “did you tell your parents, young man?” and it takes everyone, everyone, thirty seconds to realize she is not addressing Harry, but Draco, and Merlin’s pants, he did not, he didn’t tell them. Draco married Harry, moved with him and adopted three kids and his father doesn’t know, which goes a long way to ingratiate Draco with everyone, because Lucius Malfoy has not heard of this.

It also has the unexpected but very welcome benefit of making Sean laugh. Liam says Sean hasn’t laughed in years.

(And of course less than a month later the three kids have a hand-knit sweater, of course they do. Possibly-Berenice’s has a pattern of stars, pending her choosing a permanent name).

[hannahhook7744]

Hannah Hook Verse masterlist part 1;

This masterlist contains informantional posts, tumblr wiki, applications, fanart, art, and fanfictions about my descendants oc, aesthetics, Hannah Hook, and her crew.

🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️

Oc Fanfictions;

Happy Mother's day, Hooks;

Summary; how Zarina became a mother several times over.

The surprise adoption of Hannah Hook;

Summary; the story of how Hannah Hook came to be adopted written by my good friend @dragoneyes618 .

The troubles of parenting as a pirate;

Summary; here is a snippet of Captain James Hook's struggle as a father to his five kids-- Ginny Gothel, Harriet Hook, Harry Hook, CJ Hook, and Hannah Hook.

Neverland Club;

Summary; The story of how Hannah Hook joined the Neverland Club. Written by my good friend @dragoneyes618 .

Sisters, am I right?;

Summary: drabblet of Cj annoying Hannah. Written by my good friend @dragoneyes618 .

Everything has Changed;

Summary; 12 year old Hannah Hook gets invited to come with the core four to Auardon. This is her reaction.

The history's thick;

Summary, Ever since Hannah was little, she knew she was different from her siblings. Different in the way that she wanted to be a hero do the right thing. But it had never been a problem until she had come to Auardon and been forced to make the hardest choices of her life that left her heartbroken. Now she's stuck trying to control her powers while thinking back on her past with her siblings.

Happy Adoption Day;

Summary; Hannah Hook finds a baby and takes it into her crew as her brother.

My sister;

Summary; Hannah Hook's life with Cj Hook as a sister. Featuring the hook parents for @idontliketomatoesleavemealone and inspired by @dragoneyes618 .

Hey Sister!;

Summary; little snippets into Hannah's life as an adoptive older sister for her younger crewmates.

If Peter Pan was Hannah Hook's brother;

Summary; a funny 'what if' one shot that may or may not become canon.

The Failed Shovel talk;

Summary; The Hook siblings attempt to give Haul the shovel talk. It doesn't go as expected at all. Also featuring Peter Pan, Ginny Gothel, and an alternate version of Hope from ouat as half siblings who also take part in this ridiculous endeavor. Requested by @idontliketomatoesleavemealone and suggested by @dragoneyes618 .

The not so wicked stepmother;

Summary; 22 year old Hannah Hook gets to know her stepmom, Emma. An oc based on Emma from ouat with a few changes.

Fanged Cyclops' bad zoo trip;

Summary; Liberty and Herlando have a horrible date at the zoo.

The Pirate and The Dragon;

Summary; otherwise known as the story of how Treycor Zagreus Adonis Fae-Artoas and Hannah Artemis Hook met, and how their friendship expanded into the stuff of legend over time. Requested by @crimsonstar2096 who is the creator and owner of Treycor. Trigger warning; Violence and descriptions of injuries. Child neglect, etc.

How Hannah Hook won her ship;

Summary; How Hannah Hook won her ship. From Blackbeard. In a poker game. When she was 6. Barely a year after she got her hearing aid and glasses. A story Peter Pan has been dying to hear. Featuring Barnaby, an oc of my friend @saveme-storybrooke-potc .

Friends Vs. Bestfriends (oc edition);

Summary: my descendants original characters in various different situations. Trigger warnings; implied sexual content, swearing, Kidnapping, a pregnancy scare, and violence.

Dr Jiminy part 1;

Summary; in which Jiminy Cricket has a show like Dr Phil that also does parentity testing. Trigger warning; child abuse and a broken marriage. Swearing.

In Which Everybody Is Grounded;

Summary; Harriet is done.

I believe;

Summary; Hannah Hook meets North/Santa Claus.

Oc Incorrect quotes;

Upon Hope's Birth;

Summary; The name thing.

Ginny I have something to tell you;

Summary; James has a 'secret' to tell Ginny.

Oc Informational posts;

7 years;

Summary; Hannah has been gone along time.

I am an excellent aunt;

Summary; what the title says.

Hannah Hook's songs;

Summary; what the title says.

Hannah is so done;

Summary; Hannah's reaction to her siblings' actions.

Captain Changeling pets;

Summary; what the title says.

Hope's feelings;

Summary; what the title says but on magic.

Reactions to Cevon's marriage;

Summary; what the title says.

Why;

Summary; why Hannah was gone so long.

Hannah Hook tattoos and their meanings;

Summary; Hannah Hook's tattoos.

My oc ships;

Summary; the people who are together/will get together in my Hannah Hook story.

Hannah's 'voice' and physicality/characterization;

Summary; what the title said.

How cj feels about her name;

Summary; what the title said.

Storm Bringer crew contract;

This is the handwritten contract that Hannah Hook has any new crew members read and sign before they join her crew.

The ol' suitcase trick;

Summary; Hannah, Skia, and Luke pull the ol' suitcase.

Council meeting interrupted;

Summary; Hannah interrupts a council meeting.

Embarrassing first meeting;

Summary; Hannah doesn't realize she's met Haul's family in the most embarrassing way ever.

James Hook taught his five kids 10 important things;

Summary; The 10 things James Hook taught his kids.

Hannah Hook info;

Summary; This is a bunch of info about my descendants original character, Hannah Hook.

Questions answered about the crew;

Summary; what the title said.

Captain Care Bear headcanons;

Summary; future info about Hannah and Haul.

Hannah and Haul's kids;

Summary; what the title says.

Gaggle of children;

Summary; reaction to Hannah's gaggle of children.

Hope meets Hannah;

What was five-year-old Hope's reaction to meeting her big sister Hannah for the first time?

What Haul's family thinks;

Summary; what the title says.

Hook's descendants;

Summary; the descendant who looks most like James Hook.

Jasmine and Aladdin's reaction;

Summary; Amira, Jasmine and Aladdin's daughter, an oc of @descendants-extended , in my universe runs away to join Hannah's circus.

Oc Aesthetics;

My oc bedrooms part 1;

Summary; what the title says.

My descendants oc aesthetics;

Summary; what the title says.

My descendants oc aesthetics part 2;

Summary; what the title says.

My descendants oc aesthetics part 3;

Summary; what the title says.

My descendants oc aesthetics part 4;

Summary; what the title says.

My descendants oc aesthetics part 5;

Summary; what the title says.

Descendants ocs aesthetic;

Summary; the descendants oc aesthetics before I built more on them.

Hannah Hook's outfits;

Summary; what the title said.

Hannah Hook Outfit Board;

Summary; what the title said.

Oc fanart;

Fanart of my ocs;

Fanart of my ocs Part 2;

More fanart for my story;

My descendants tumblr wiki pages;

Darcy Aoratos Page;

Hannah Hook Page;

Haul Bjorgman Page;

Lucas Tremaine-Westergaard's page;

Skia Aoratos Page;

The Storm Bringer Page;

Actual wiki page;

Hannah Hook's actual wiki;

Oc memes;

Descendants Memes with my ocs;

Summary; memes of my descendants ocs.

[aobawilliams]

List of my (actual) WIPs

So I’ve been staring in the void for a bit and since my brain is dead I thougt, might try making stuff clearer here by making a list of the wip I sometime reference on this blog (with the corresponding tag if they got one).

Some are more in progress than others but they all exist more or less on my computer, so feel free to ask if you wanna know more.

First off: My General Writing Tag, sometimes i write // My AO3

Details about the AUs under the read more.

Next the stuff that got the most content (so far):

Who The F- Is This (AO3) : DCMK, Time Travel AU, a post-canon Conan got send in the past, decides to cause trouble for everyone, while Kid tries to get him back to his right time. 

Sharpen Your Knives / The Kids Will Be Alright / Time Travel NOC AU : Detective Conan, Time Travel AU, the Organisation decides to attack first, causing a chain of events that drop Conan twenty-odd years in the past, where he get adopted by the Miyanos and later join the organisation in the hope of destroying them from the inside. The Kids Will Be Alrights is the other side of the coin, what is happening in the “future” after Conan disappeared. So far I’ve mostly just got vague excerpt and something of an outline.

Harrinichi Kupotter : (DCMK/HP) Shinichi dies, is reincarnated as Harry Potter. The Potter-verse is actually the same as the DCMK-verse, so we get to see Ran/Heiji/Kazuha/etc. again. It is also, somehow, all because of Vermouth. Was born out of the fact there’s not a lot of reincarnation fics for DC, and I guess Shinichi clearly hasn’t been a child long enough. So far I got a somewhat beginning and some excerpt.

Badass Women AU : (FMA) FMA Roleswap au, where Ed is a doctor/automail specialist and Winry is an alchemist. Haven’t really gotten back to it in years but I’ve got part of Ed’s backstory written.

The Time Travel Road Trip Case : (DCMK) same premise as the “Who The F Is This” AU, except Kid also travel in the past, leading to future Kid and Conan doing a road trip and causing chaos. Mostly just excerpt and a main plot.

Baby Ed Saving The World : (FMA) Ed dies of old age. And wake up as his 4yo self, on the night his father left. Also an old one, I got some excerpt in french, need to translate them, the idea is pretty much the Elric-Hohenheim family goes on a road trip and save the world with hugs and punches.

FMA Time Travel Fic 1 : (FMA) was started out of spite for the already existing FMA Time Travel fics on AO3 (not that they’re bad, they’re good mostly, there were just some things I disagreed with). The Promise Day goes to shit, Ed is sent back in time but is unable to speak of the future. Cue stupid shenanigans. Also an old one, need to get back to it someday.

Naobuza and Raphtaku : (Naruto/Shield Hero) Zabuza got reincarnated as Naofumi Iwatani, Haku get reincarnated as Raphtalia. I got some exceprt but not much to be honest, I still get back to it every once in a while.

Midoriya Inko’s Guide to Good Parenthood : (MHA) a Midoriya Inko Time Travel AU. She is sent back in the past as a last ditch effort to save society, and after making sure the right information goes to the right people, she decides to adopt all the children in need of help. Got a vague outline, I’m probably going to wait until further in the manga before actually writing for it.

Dad For All : (MHA) because of a villain attack, Izuku is sent in the past. Stumbling into people in need, he cannot stop himself from helping them. The world is a better place for it. AKA Izuku keeps helping and accidentally adopting everyone, encouraged by Nezu’s desire for chaos.

Vigilante Yagi AU: (MHA) After his first fight against AfO, Yagi Toshinori, AKA All Might, doesn’t let his time limit stop him from helping people. Too bad the fact Yagi Toshinori cannot be linked to All Might means most of his actions are considered vigilantism.

Reincarnation AU: (MHA) Due to OfA fuckery, the souls of the previous OfA holders do not go through the reincarnation process properly, meaning the reincarnates grow to remember their past life.

Shouto’s multistep plan to get expelled: (MHA) Shouto Todoroki never wanted to be a hero, not since he realised how much it hurted his family. So, when Aizawa offers him an “out” in the form of being expulsed from the Hero Course, Shouto goes for it. Hard.

Role Reversal Izuku-Tenko: (MHA) Tenko Shimura is quirkless. Izuku has a quirk named Decay. This changes a lot of things. (Roleswap between Izuku and Shigaraki, as well as Shirakumo and Aizawa. This is as fun as it sounds.)

Honorables mentions (aka vague ideas that aren’t really fics so far)

The Accidental Kidswap AU: (DCMK) Due to Hospital Shenanigans, Kaito and Shinichi got swapped at birth. Due to Genetics, Shinichi Kuroba is still more of a detective, while Kaito Kudo is more of an artist. Due to Fate, Shinchi learn his father was murdered for being Phantom Thief Kaitou KID, and Kaito get poisoned by the APTX.

The Ran Bodyguard AU: (DCMK) Ran decides Shinichi is weak and decides to become his official bodyguard while he does his detective stuff.

The Shrunk Kid AU: (DCMK) Shinichi and Ran’s Not-Date at Tropical Land happens on the same day Aoko tries to prove Kaito isn’t Kid by going to Tropical Land at the time of the heist. On his way back, Kaito witness the deal, and Gin and Vodka confound him with Shinichi, leading to Kaito being poisoned by the APTX instead of Shinichi.

The Babysitting AU: (DCMK) The first idea of the TT NOC AU, before it went bad. Because of one of Agasa’s invention, Shinichi is cartwheeled in the past, where he somehow got roped into babysitting for the Miyanos/Kudos (so, babies Akemi, Rei, Teen Yukiko and Yusaku, Eri and Kogoro, etc.)

Werewolf Ed AU: (FMA/HP) basically a retelling of FMA in the Harry Potter universe, a werewolf attack killed Trisha, turned Ed into a werewolf (and got a few limbs chewed off), and Al got mostly paralysed for a while. There’s also a whole plot about Hohenheim and Dwarf in the Flask and ancient curses.

The Keeping In Touch AU: (DCMK) where the Kudos stayed more in touch with the Kurobas and the Vineyard, but canon still happen mostly the same leading to Akward Situations (���quick haibara hide me” “why? did you see a member of the crows?” “no worse, this is auntie Chris, she changed my diapers, she would totally recognised me” “Vermouth is your aunt ????”)

Shield Hero AU (or, Shifumi): (DC/Rising Of The Shield Hero) Shinichi “dies” from the APTX and wake up as the Shield Hero in Melromarc. (or, as the funny variant, Shinichi get shrunk and wake up in Melromarc as the Shield Hero)

The Shinichi isn’t Conan (or is he?) AU: (DCMK) Shinichi and Conan are siblings. Shinichi still get shrunk, and hides behind the identity of his own brother Conan.

100 Days AU: (DCMK) Based on the manga 100 Days Until You Die, Shinichi is able to see when a living being got 100 (or less) days to live. Heiji also got stronger prophetic dreams.

Nothing To See At Poirot AU: (DCMK) The Poirot Café is a totally normal kind of place. Please ignore the giant glowing cloud. Or Poirot is some kind of yokai/welcome to Nightvale place, and everyone is used to it. Enter new worker Amuro Tooru.

[erinisdarling]

𝑐𝑟𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑤𝑠.

Pairing: Ginny Weasley x Fem!Reader.

Prompt(s): Bare feet for @kalimagik 's A Very Harry Potter Summer.

Warnings: If you are triggered by homosexual content then you should leave this blog in general.

Word count: 954

Tags:

@kalimagik @hufflefluff-writer

You silently untangled yourself from the baby blue sheets your wife had picked out for the last month of summer. The sun was lazily putting away its heavy quilt of houses and flying towards the sky. Heading to the kitchen, you opened the sliding door to the garden for your owl to enter. You walked past your cozy living room and settled for the small kitchen.

You opened the pantry and took out the flour, sugar, nutella, maple syrup and biscuits, while you grabbed from the fridge milk, butter, eggs, raspberries and blueberries, bananas and a glass jug of homemade pink lemonade. You left the materials on the counter just in time for Patroclus to land on the dining table.

You gave him some treats and grabbed the handful of letters. Leaving the post on the counter table, you continued your work. Making pancakes wasn't hard, you had done it before after all. You mixed the ingredients, put some oil into the frying pan etc.

You put the pancakes on two different plates. You poured some maple syrup and sprinkled some biscuit crumbs, on one, and poured some nutella you heated in the microwave on the other.

You rushed to the garden and cut some yellow roses and white daisies, tied them with a violet ribbon and put them on the tray inbetween the plates. You put a bowl with fruits and two glasses of pink lemonade on the tray too. You held it with both hands on your way to the master bedroom.

Ginny was sleeping peacefully on her belly, her red flanel raised slightly to reveal her freckled back. "Babe? Hey, babe!" Ginny stirred uncomfortably. "Goodmornin' beautiful!" you said. Nothing. Ginny kept sleeping like a baby. "Ginerva Weasley, please get up!" you yelled frustrated and Ginny started laughing so hard she almost chocked. You left the food on the bedside table and sat down on the bed beside her.

She rolled on her back and looked at you innocently. "Goodmorning bubble." she said seductively. "You cannot fool me, Weaslette." you let out a breathy laugh. "So, i brought breakfast!" you said with excitement. She laughed and said: "I know. I can smell the pancakes from here. That's why I'm awake". You both giggled a little before settling the tray carefully between the two of you.

As you were eating, you remembered the letters. You blindly searched for your wand before raising it and speaking the summoning charm. The letters came flying towards your right hand as you made the effort to fetch them.

Ginny opened one first and laughed while she was shoving a piece of pancake with syrup and banana in her mouth. She showed you a photo of Draco and Harry on an Australian beach with Teddy and 2-year-old Scorpius. Draco and Scorpius both seemed happier, since Astoria died they weren't at their best, till Draco saw Harry at a Ministry event. Teddy was expected to go to his second year. He was happier too, with Harry as his adoptive father and now Draco.

After Harry's eighth year at Hogwarts, Ginny met you on the train ride back. You two fell in love and Ginny broke up with Harry to move in with you after your graduation. And here you two are in a cottage in Brighton on a children-free weekend.

Yes, children. Did i mention that you two used the same donor? And now you have two baby girls? Frederica and Yvonne are about to be four soon with the difference of 18 days. Freddie looks a lot like Ginny, since she gave birth to her, and Yvonne is no different, taking after your characteristics.

One of the other letters was from the girls, talking about their Saturday at the Burrow with Molly and the rest of the Weasleys. The third was from one of the Harpies members asking for the time and place of tomorrow's practice (Ginny said something about replying later) and the fourth was from the Quibbler for an interview with Ginny.

You finished your food and she offered to do the dishes. You sat on the living room, adjusting the crystals you hang with string from the ceiling close to the garden glass door last week, so whenever the light strokes them, rainbows dance on the walls.

You put a CD in the radio and played 'Fly me to the moon' by Frank Sinatra. You slowly glided across the small distance towards the kitchen. When Ginny detected your presence in the room she smiled, her dimples showing. But she ignored you, making your attention seeking mode take over.

You hugged her waist and buried your head in her hair, the strong smell of cinnamon filling your nostrils. She let out a soft chuckle before closing the tap and letting whatever plate fall in the sink with a clink. 'Let me play among the stars' you sang in her ear while swaying to the rhythm going backwards to the living room. At some point you both took of your flip flops, the coolness of the floor licking your heels. Once infront of the morning light you spined her around and let your hands rest on her waist for the second time. You two gracefully danced to the music barefoot, spinning and laughing and singing.

'You are all I long for

All I worship and adore

In other words, please be true

In other words, in other words

I love you.'

You both sung the last verse to the song, her eyes twinkling, and then kissed lovingly as she caressed your cheeks. One of the rainbows was blinding you but you didn't care, as long as you could hold Ginerva Weasley in your hands.

[fanficflaneuse]

One Day - Part 2

A/N: I was so happy with this I couldn’t wait to post it! I have a few things to say before we start: 

First, thanks for your love and support <3 Every little heart makes me happy. 

Second, and this one is very important, in this series (like Emma, in the movie), the reader is a writer. Now, I can’t write poetry for my life, so I decided to use my writing as a platform for other female poets. Today, my writing features “Hope Is The Thing With Feathers” by Emily Dickinson and “Still I Rise” by Maya Angelou. 

Third, not so fun...for some reason my writing has been disappearing from the tags. Anyone has any idea why does it happen? It makes me very sad :(

But enough of me. Let’s do this! 

Details: 

Draco x reader (she/her pronouns) 

Word count: 1548 

Summary: One day AU. Post-war. Since The Battle of Hogwarts, Draco and y/n meet one day a year.

Masterlist 

3 May, 1999 

After a tortuous year of legal ventures, media scrutiny, tears and more than one headache, the Malfoy family had finally been cleared for good. At first, everyone in charge had intended to use the Malfoy case to set a precedent and appease the grieving wizarding community. They thought it wouldn’t be hard, given that the Malfoys had a lot to be held accountable for. (Y/N) had worked hard all year long. She convinced her friends – namely Harry – to testify. She swayed the jury in their favour and campaigned for a fair trial. She would always volunteer to gather evidence so she was completely sure that nobody was trying to temper with it. It had paid off spectacularly.

By the time Draco had to walk into the ministry for the final verdict, he had already given up. He knew from the get go that they were set up to lose; most people wanted to see him behind bars. Draco only feared for his parents, especially his beautiful mother. This last year he had been haunted by the image of Narcissa Malfoy in Azkaban: hair grey and unruly, teeth yellow, cheekbones sunken, gaze unfocused. He imagined her driven to insanity, a maniacal laugh erupting from her throat. That vision alone was enough to break him.

As he sat in the middle of the room, flanked by his parents, he thought about (Y/N)’s letters. He had spent most of the year under house arrest and she had gone back to retake her Seventh year at Hogwarts, so they could only glance at each other during his court hearings. Their correspondence, however, was a source of comfort for both of them. It had been a bit awkward at first, but (Y/N) would send him masterfully written poems and short stories that took his mind off of the mess his life had turned into. Soon enough, they started confiding in each other. Through letters, they became the best of friends. Her words were his solace, so it didn’t come as a surprise when his mind lingered on the first few verses of the last poem she had written to him:

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -

Kingsley Shacklebolt, the Minister of Magic himself, made his way to the judge’s desk. As he sat down, regal and solemn, the chitchat that surrounded them stopped completely. Draco tried to act calm and collected; he was, after all, a condemned man. To everyone, though, it was evident that something was consuming the blond Slytherin.

That perches in the soul –

The Minister unrolled the parchment that would dictate the Malfoys’ fate. Draco’s gaze frantically searched for (Y/N). She was sitting on the right, sandwiched in between Hermione and Harry. Her hand was grabbing onto Harry’s arm for reassurance. When their eyes met, (Y/N) offered him an encouraging smile. He returned a half smile that was unable to conceal his nerves.

And sings the tune without the words –

Draco tried really hard to concentrate on what Kingsley said, but his mind was jumbled with so many things he couldn’t process all at once. Every bit of sound around him was tuned out, only to be replaced with a deafening noise inside his head. Something dark was pressing his chest, crawling up his throat, filling his head with smoke. He wanted to scream. Draco felt dizzy all of a sudden. He was trying really hard not to make a scene, to keep his breathing steady. It was as if he was pushed all the way back to his Sixth year.

And never stops - at all –

The courtroom blew up in an uproar. He was engulfed in a hug by his mother. As she cried on his shoulder, the smoke in his brain dissipated. He heard the clicking of cameras, the insults and dissatisfied remarks. He heard the applauses, the sighs of relief. It took him a minute to understand what was going on. Still in the embrace, his eyes met with (Y/N)’s. She was staring at him almost adoringly, her head slightly tilted to the side and a pleased smile on her face.

“I told you”, she mouthed.

Draco was still too bewildered to even think of a response, but he smiled back to her. This time it was a whole and genuine smile that took her back to their encounter last year.

                                                           ....

The original plan was to go out and celebrate in muggle London. (Y/N) would go back to Hogwarts the next day, but she wanted to be with Draco tonight. She spent a while deciding what to wear. The rustling of fabrics took her back to the night of the Yule Ball. She smiled softly, thinking how she was ten times more excited now. (Y/N) finally settled on a black fitted dress, a leather jacket and ankle boots. She was about to sit in front of her vanity to put her make up on when Draco appeared in the middle of her room.

It surprised her so much she almost fell from her seat. Draco didn’t look like he was ready to go anywhere. He looked unkempt and tired. He gave her a sorrowful look, which forced her to bolt up from her seat and take him in her arms. Draco collapsed immediately. Sobs ripped off his chest one after the other.

“I-I just…I can’t…”

“It’s okay, Draco,” she offered softly.

“I need your company,” he managed to say.

Draco felt pathetic, but he couldn’t deny being in her arms made things a million times better. He had been cleared by the law, she had saved him. But not even his wondrous cuddle partner could save him from himself, from his self-hatred and the guilt and shame. She couldn’t save him from staring at his left forearm until he felt it burned.

Draco let the tears roll freely, wash away the horrible things inside him. (Y/N) felt her own eyes stinging, but only until their limbs were once again tangled (this time in a sofa by the fireplace) did she let herself weep ever so slightly. Their bodies fit together like two puzzle pieces. Draco’s head rested just above (Y/N)’s breast. He could hear the beating of her heart, which comforted him in more ways than he thought possible. Their legs stretched together and her arms enveloped him. She brought one of her hands to his hair and let her fingertips massage his scalp. Draco bawled until he felt he had no tears left. (Y/N) was so soft and gentle with him that he basked in her caresses.

As she pressed a kiss to his forehead, Draco was invaded with the sense that he didn’t deserve her. He blurted it out loud; with her he had no need to restrain his thoughts. (Y/N) hugged him tighter. She took his left arm and uncovered the mark that marred his milky skin. Draco lifted himself up just enough to search her face. He was expecting to see fear and disgust, but there was none of that. All he saw was the same understanding, same warmth she always seemed to have for him.

As she saw the mark, (Y/N) was, of course, pained. Everything the mark represented had taken away her childhood and adolescence. It was the reason why she had scars and she cried herself to sleep. It was why she was mourning some of her friends and family. She didn’t blame it on Draco, though. He had no choice and he was possibly as broken and scared as she was. She wanted to give him love and support. And so, she surprised even herself when she brought his forearm to her lips and kissed the mark of doom. Draco’s vision got blurry again. He pressed his ear to her heart and hugged (Y/N) as tightly as he could. She returned his embrace fiercely.

“I don’t deserve you, (Y/N/N)” he repeated, his voice muffled.

“It’s not a matter of deserving or not, Dray. And even if it was, you deserve as much love and care as anyone else,” she reminded him.

He sniffled. “Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

“Merlin, I’m so lucky to have you,” he answered.

“As I am to have you,” he could hear the smile in her voice.

They remained silent, an air of contentment engulfing them both.

“Is this how it’s going to work?” he asked, adopting a playful tone.

“What is?”

“Are we going to like…meet once a year to cuddle and cry?”

Draco felt pleased with himself as her chest vibrated with laughter.

“I hope not,” she answered sincerely.

“Me neither, (Y/N/N).”

They went back to their pleasant silence. The crackling of the fire in front of them soothed them both.

“(Y/N)?” he asked, his voice small.

“Hmh?”

“Could…could you read one of your poems to me?”

She smiled softly, her hand still buried in his hair. (Y/N) thought for a second before speaking.

“You may write me down in history,” her voice was soft and tender and to Draco it had a lulling effect.

“With your bitter, twisted lies,”

“You may trod me in the very dirt”

Draco started dozing off. He couldn’t recall the last time he welcomed sleep. He closed his eyes. Somewhere in his dreams, (Y/N)’s last few words resounded:

“But still, like dust, I'll rise”.

Tags: @fandomscombine @okaydraco @naomi02hook

[brickstudies]

To Make the World a Home, a Feuilly & Les Amis fanmix for @feuillyweek​ 2020 (Deezer / Spotify)

Tracklist kinda crack-y??? judge for yourself:

1. Five for Fighting – World 2. Silvio Rodríguez – La Era Está Pariendo un Corazón (tr. The era is giving birth to a heart) 3. Big Thief – Forgotten Eyes 4. Nadin Amizah – Kanyaah (tr. Dearest) 5. Tracy Chapman - Talkin’ Bout a Revolution 6. AJJ – People 7. Emmylou Harris – Sweet Old World 8. Sleeping at Last – From the Ground Up 9. Bon Iver – PDLIF 10. White Hinterland – Napoleon at Waterloo 11. Bastille – 4AM 12. John Murphy – Cosette’s Piano (from BBC LM) 13. Banda Neira – Yang Patah Tumbuh Yang Hilang Berganti (tr. What’s broken will regrow, what’s lost will be reborn)

Feuilly was a workingman, a fan-maker, orphaned both of father and mother, who earned with difficulty three francs a day, and had but one thought, to deliver the world.

What kind of world do you want?/Think anything/.../Should there be people or peoples/.../Let every man own his own hand (1)

Feuilly had a generous heart. The range of his embrace was immense. This orphan had adopted the peoples.

The era is giving birth to a heart/And we must run to its side/.../And if necessary, we must burn down the sky/For the sake of any man in the world, for the sake of any home (2)

In the absence of his mother, his thoughts had dwelt on the motherland. He did not want any man on earth to be without a motherland.

The wound has no direction/Everybody needs a home and deserves protection (3)

This poor workingman had constituted himself the tutor of Justice, and she recompensed him by rendering him great.

O, red flower/you call to the weary/you revive them/Like an embrace that permits me/to be more vast and less troubled/Like an embrace that allows me/to be less vast and be troubled (4)

“Listen to me, Feuilly, valiant worker, man of the people, man of the peoples. I revere you. Yes, you clearly behold the future, yes, you are right. You had neither father nor mother, Feuilly; you adopted humanity for your mother and right for your father. You are about to die, that is to say to triumph, here. [...]”

[More under the cut]

...

‘Cause finally the tables are starting to turn/Talkin' bout a revolution (5)

“[...] Citizens, whatever happens today, by our defeat just as much as by our victory, what we are going to achieve is a revolution. As fires light up a whole city, so revolutions give light to the whole human race.”

People are my religion because I believe in them/People are my enemies and people are my friends/I have faith in my fellow men/and I only hope that he has faith in me (6)

Combeferre, Courfeyrac, Jean Prouvaire, Feuilly, Bossuet, Joly, Bahorel, and some others, sought each other out and united as in the most peaceful days of their conversations in their student life, and, in one corner of this wine-shop [...] with their carbines loaded and primed resting against the backs of their chairs, these fine young fellows, so close to a supreme hour, began to recite love verses.

See what you lost when you left this world/This sweet old world/Millions of us in love/Promises made good/ Looking for some truth/.../Dancing with no shoes/The beat, the rhythm, and the blues/The pounding of your heart strong/Together with another one/Didn't you think anyone loved you? (7)

The time, the place, these recollections of youth, a few stars beginning to twinkle in the sky, the deathly quiet of those deserted streets, the imminence of the inexorable drama that was about to unfold lent a pathetic charm to these verses softly murmured in the twilight by Jean Prouvaire, who, as we have said, was a gentle poet.

One by one the knots we’ve tied will come undone/Like picking locks, we’ll sow our seeds beneath the sun/Our accomplice is the rain, with patience, that of saints (8)

Enjolras had advised two hours of sleep. Advice from Enjolras was a command. Still, only three or four took advantage of it.

Feuilly employed these two hours in engraving this inscription on the wall which faced the tavern:

—LONG LIVE THE PEOPLES!

These four words, hollowed out in the rough stone with a nail, could be still read on the wall in 1848.

Please don’t live in fear/We can’t see from here right now/.../I will say there will be a better day/There will be a better day (9)

"Can any one understand," exclaimed Feuilly bitterly, "those men,—[and he cited names, well-known names, even celebrated names, some belonging to the old army]—who had promised to join us, and taken an oath to aid us, and who had pledged their honor to it, and who are our generals, and who abandon us!"

And Combeferre restricted himself to replying with a grave smile.

"There are people who observe the rules of honor as one observes the stars, from a great distance."

As one by one we fall/.../They put their trust in his hands/And a medal on his chest/And the ladies who swoon say/That's the place where his purple heart is/There goes now another man down/There goes now another man down... (10)

*Here, here, my friends and me/You are my familia/.../Four in the morning/we find ourselves here/Best of us passed out/I don’t know who’s where/I got all my old friends and new friends I’ve met once before/In a blanket of smoke as we sink through the floor (11)

[Cosette’s Piano] (12)

(And yet)/what’s broken will regrow, what’s lost will be reborn/ruins will heal/what’s futile bears fruit/these repetitions will someday ceased/and the fallen will take their stands again/What’s broken will regrow, what’s lost will be reborn (13)

[Brick passages are from Donougher and Hapgood; *I’m so sorry]

[johnrossbowie]

LEAVING TWITTER

I wrote this earlier in the fall, before the election, after dissolving my Twitter account. I wasn’t sure where to put it (“try up your ass!” – someone, I’m sure) and then I remembered I have a tumblr I never use. Anyway, here tis.

How do you shame someone who thinks Trumps’ half-baked policies and quarter-baked messaging put him in the pantheon of great Presidents? How do you shame someone so lacking in introspection that they will call Obama arrogant while praising Trump’s decisiveness and yet at the same time vehemently deny that they’re racist? How do you shame someone for whom that racism is endearing and maybe long overdue?

You don’t. It’s silly to think otherwise.

Twitter is an addiction of mine, and true to form, my dependence on it grew more serious after I quit drinking in 2010. At first it was a chance to mouth off, make jokes both stupid and erudite and occasionally stick my foot in my mouth (I owe New Yorker writer Tad Friend an apology. He knows why, or (God willing) he’s forgotten. Either way. Sorry.) I blew off steam, steam that was accumulating without booze to dampen the flames. Not always constructive venting, but I also met new friends, and connected with people whose work I’ve admired for literal decades and ended up seeing plays with Lin-Manuel Miranda and hanging backstage with Jane Wiedlin after a Go-Go’s show and exchanging sober thoughts with Mike Doughty. When my mom passed in 2018, a lot of people reached out to tell me they were thinking of me. This was nice. For a while, Twitter was a huge help when I needed it.

I used to hate going to parties and really hated dancing and mingling, but a couple of drinks would fix that. Point is, for a while, booze was a huge help, too.

But my engagement with Twitter changed, and I started calling people my ‘friends’ even though I’d never once met them or even heard their voices. These weren’t even penpals, these were people whose jokes or stances I enjoyed, so with Arthurian benevolence I clicked on a little heart icon, liked their tweet, and assumed therefore that we had signed some sort of blood oath.

We had not. I got glib, and cheap, and a little lazy. And then to make matters much worse, Trump came along and extended his reach with the medium.

There was a while there where I thought I could be a sort of voice for the voiceless, and I thought I was doing that. I tried very hard to only contribute things that I felt were not being said – It wasn’t accomplishing anything to notice “Haha Trump looks like he’s bullshitting his way through an oral report” – such things were self-evident. I tried to point out very specific inconsistencies in his policies, like the Muslim ban meant to curb terrorism that still favored the country that brought forth 13 of the 9/11 hijackers. Like his full-throated cries against media bias performed while he suckled at Roger Ailes’ wrinkly teat.  Like his fondness for evangelical votes that coincided with a scriptural knowledge that lagged far behind mine, even though I’m a lapsed Episcopalian, and there is no one less religiously observant than a lapsed Episcopalian. But that eventually gave way to unleashing ad hominem attacks against his higher profile supporters, who I felt weren’t being questioned enough, who I felt were in turn being fawned over by theirdim supporters. If you’re one of these guys, and you think I’m talking about you, you’re probably right, but don’t mistake this for an apology. You suck, and you support someone who sucks, and your idolatry is hurting our country and its standing in the world. Fuck you entirely, but that’s not the point. The point is that me screaming into the toilet of Twitter helps no one – it doesn’t help a family stuck at the border because they’re trying to secure a better life for their kids. It doesn’t help a poor teenager who can’t get an abortion because the party of ‘small government’ has squeezed their tiny jurisdiction into her uterus. It doesn’t help the coal miner who’s staking all his hopes on a dying industry and a President’s empty promises to resurrect it. I was born in New York City, and I currently live in Los Angeles. Those are the only two places I’ve ever lived, if you don’t count the 4 years I spent in Ithaca[1]. So, yes, I live in a liberal bubble, and while I’ve driven across the country a couple of times and did a few weeks in a touring band and am as crushed as any heartlander about the demise of Waffle House, you have me dead to rights if you call me a coastal elitist. And with that in mind, I offer few surprises. A guy who grew up in the theater district and was vehemently opposed to same-sex marriage or felt you should own an AR-15? THAT would be newsworthy. I am not newsworthy. I can preach to the choir, I can confirm people’s biases, but I will likely not sway anyone who is eager to dismiss a Native New Yorker who lives in Hollywood. I grew up in the New York of the 1970s, and that part of my identity did shape my politics. My mom’s boss was gay and the Son of Sam posed a realistic threat. As such, gays are job creators[2] and guns are used for homicide much more often than they are used for self-defense[3]. I have found this to be generally true over the years, and there’s even data to back it up.

“But Mr. Bowie,” you might say, though I insist you call me John - “those studies are conducted by elitist institutions and those institutions suck!” And again, I am not going to reason with people who will dismiss anything that doesn’t fit their limited world view as elitist or, God Help Us, fake news. But the studies above are peer-reviewed, convincing, and there are more where those came from.

“But John,” you might say, and I am soothed that we’re one a first name basis - “Can’t you just stay on Twitter for the jokes?” Ugh. A) apparently not and B) the jokes are few and far between, and I am 100% part of that problem.

I have stuff to offer, but Twitter is not the place from which to offer it.

After years of academically understanding that Twitter is not the real world, Super Tuesday 2020 made the abstract pretty fucking concrete. If you had looked at my feed on the Monday beforehand – my feed which is admittedly curated towards the left, but not monolithic (Hi, Rich Lowry!) – you’d have felt that a solid Bernie surge was imminent, but also that your candidate was going surprise her more vocal critics. When the Biden sweep swept, when Bernie was diminished and when Warren was defeated, I realized that Twitter is not only not the real world, it’s almost some sort of Phillip K. Dickian alternate timeline, untethered to anything we’re actually experiencing in our day to day life. This is both good news and bad news – one, we’re not heading towards a utopia of single payer health care and the eradication of American medical debt any time soon, but two, we’re also not being increasingly governed by diaper-clad jungen like Charlie Kirk. Clouds and their linings. Leaving Twitter may look like ceding ground to the assclowns but get this – the ground. Is not. There.

It’s just air.

There are tangible things I can do with my time - volunteer with a local organization called Food On Foot, who provide food and job training for people experiencing homelessness here in my adopted Los Angeles. I can give money to candidates and causes I support, and I can occasionally even drop by social media to boost a project or an issue and then vanish, like a sort of Caucasian Zorro who doesn’t read his mentions. I can also model good behavior for my kids (ages 10 and 13) who don’t need to see their father glued to his phone, arguing about Trumps incompetence with Constitutional scholars who have a misspelled Bible verse in their bio (three s’ in Ecclesiastes, folks).

So farewell Twitter. I’ll miss a lot of you. Perhaps not as badly as I miss Simon Maloy and Roger Ebert and Harris Wittels and others whose deaths created an unfillable void on the platform. But I won’t miss the yelling, and the lionization of poor grammar, and anonymous trolls telling my Jewish friends that they were gonna leave the country “via chimney.” I will not miss people who think Trump is a stable genius calling me a “fucktard.” I will not miss transphobia or cancelling but I will miss hashtag games, particularly my stellar work during #mypunkmusical (Probably should have quit after that surge, I was on fire that night, real blaze of glory stuff I mean, Christ, Sunday in the Park with the Germs? Husker Du I Hear A Waltz? Fiddler on the Roof (keeping an eye out for the cops)? These are Pulitzer contenders.). Twitter makes me feel lousy, even when I’m right, and I’m often right. There’s just no point in barking bumperstickers at each other, and there are people who are speaking truth to power and doing a cleaner job of it – Aaron Rupar, Steven Pasquale, Louise Mensch, Imani Gandy and Ijeoma Oluo to name five solid mostly politically based accounts (Yes, Pasquale is a Broadway tenor. He’s also a tenacious lefty with good points and research and a dreamy voice. You think you’re straight and then you hear him sing anything from Bridges of Madison County and you want him to spoon you.). You’re probably already following those mentioned, but on the off chance you’re not, get to it. You’ll thank me, but you won’t be able to unless you actually have my email.

_______

[1] And Jesus, that’s worse – Ithaca is such a lefty enclave that they had an actual socialist mayor FOR WHOM I VOTED while I was there. And not socialist the way some people think all Democrats are socialist – I mean Ben Nichols actually ran on the socialist ticket and was re-elected twice for a total of six years.

[2] The National Gay and Lesbian Chamber of Commerce, “America’s LGBT Economy” Jan 20th, 2017

[3] The Violence Policy Institute, Firearm Justifiable Homicides and Non-Fatal Self Defense Gun Use, July 2019.

[kaaras-adaar]

repost,  don’t reblog !

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME.      Kaaras Taashath Adaar PRONUNCIATION.       Kuh-rass, tuh-shath- ad-arr NICKNAME.       Adaar, Captain, Farmboy, Inquisitor, Herald, Worship GENDER.         Cis male HEIGHT.  6′7″ AGE.    28--35 ( 29 when named Inquisitor ) ZODIAC.         Sagittarius SPOKEN LANGUAGES.  King’s Tongue ( first ), Qunlat ( intermediate and formal ) 

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOUR.       Butterscotch blonde EYE COLOUR.        Red with orange flecks and a dark outline around the iris. SKIN TONE.         Pale grey with purplish hues. BODY TYPE.        Thick, stocky, broad, muscled with a layer of chub over his midsection. ACCENT.         Fereldan  VOICE.         Harry Hadden-Paton ( the English VA in game )  DOMINANT HAND.         Right POSTURE.        Kaaras has excellent posture and has never hunched despite being taller than most humans. He holds himself well and has a very military style stance.  SCARS.         One across the bridge of his nose that goes beneath his left eye, one that goes down his bottom lip and to his chin, an appendix scar, claw marks over both his abdomen and shoulder. TATTOOS.         N/A. BIRTHMARKS.         He has a small spot by his belly button. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).       Horns, height, weight, his much longer ears to most qunari.  

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH.         A Starkhaven Chantry. HOMETOWN.         Southron Hills, Ferelden. FIRST WORDS.         Mum SIBLINGS.         Aith ( adopted younger sister ), Talan’ash ( half older brother ), unnamed siblings under the Qun. PARENTS.         Aban Adaar ( mother -- alive and well ) , Anaan ( father -- deceased ), Kos ( step father ) PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT.         Kaaras grew up with loving parents, but unfortunately his father was murdered when he was 12. He is still close to his mother. 

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION.         Inquisitor, mercenary captain. CURRENT RESIDENCE.          Skyhold, he has a place in Starkhaven, and home where his mother still resides in Southron Hills.  CLOSE FRIENDS.       Kaaras considers most of his inner circle to be his close friends, as well as his company back in Starkhaven. He would be closest to Iron Bull, Dorian, Varric and Cassandra. RELATIONSHIP STATUS.      verse dependent FINANCIAL STATUS.         As Inquisitor? Upper class. As Captain, middle class, but wealthy. As a child... dirt poor. DRIVER’S LICENSE.       in modern he has a motorbike and car license. CRIMINAL RECORD.         Has been cleared of wrongful imprisonment in the past, otherwise nil. VICES.        Gluttony, pride 

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION.         Pansexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION.           Panromantic  PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE.       submissive |  dominant |  switch. PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.       submissive  |  dominant | switch. LIBIDO.        High  TURN ONS.         laughter, kindness, butts ( he is a massive butt man >.> ), honestly so long as you’re a nice, loving person, you’ll generally attract him. Kaaras finds a person’s SOUL attractive, anything physical is secondary. TURN OFFS.        violence, bigotry, racism, foul language, selfishness, no self dependence  LOVE LANGUAGE.     spending time with his lover, physical affection, poetry. The best thing he could give you is his time tho, especially being so busy. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.     Kaaras is shy at the beginning, but he’ll also be incredibly upfront. Communication is so important to him and so are boundaries. Kaaras is a romantic at heart and will make his lover feel special with the way he shows affections, whether it’s rose petal baths, picnics or poetry giving. 

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.        

 Inquisitor by Maryden Halewell in game:

A soldier, a saviour A hero, a leader Inquisitor fought for our souls

HOBBIES TO PASS TIME.         reading, poetry, riding, chess MENTAL ILLNESSES.  Kaaras suffers from OCD, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s on the spectrum ( though high functioning ). Kaaras has major insecurities when it comes to self image ( thanks to growing up around humans ). He also has suffered depression in the past ( recovered ) and PTSD which led to becoming an alcoholic ( recovering ).  PHYSICAL ILLNESSES.         PSAS/PGAD, lactose intolerance, recovering alcoholic.  LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED.        Definitely left brained SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.         Um... none lol. Okay that’s a lie, it depends on what it is. He has severe low self esteem when it comes to himself physically and being a qunari. When it comes to his magic and strategic thinking, he is very comfortable with his confidence.  VULNERABILITIES.        Stubbornness, self sacrificing, guilt complex, his OCD, low self image, his forgiving nature and always willing to give people chances. 

[forgcdstrength]

Cordelia “Cory” Chavez

“I AM A LOST BOY FROM NEVERLAND, PROBABLY HANGING OUT WITH PETER PAN.”

NAME: Cordelia Anne Chavez

AGE: 17

PARENTS: John and Lucy Chavez

DOB: May 3, 1813

PLACE OF BIRTH: Jamaica

ORIENTATION: biromantic homosexual

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin

FACECLAIM: Jessica Sula

Biography:

Cordelia Chavez was born in 1813, in Jamaica, to an African mother and a Jamaican father. Born a slave on a sugar plantation, her first years were horribly difficult. Her life became better – and worse, in ways – when she was sold away from her mother and onto a European tobacco plantation at seven years old. By the time she was seventeen, she’d been put to work as a kitchen slave in a London pub.

For a girl who’d lived first surrounded by sugar fields, and then tobacco fields, spending her days peeling potatoes in a dark, dank cellar was the epitome of torture. So, she ran away… but she was caught, and brought back. Beaten badly, she was left for dead in the same cellar she’d tried to escape – much to the horror of he young boy who had been put in her position during her absence.

Fading in and out of consciousness, she awoke once to the muffled screams of her unwilling roommate, and to a black cloud in the form of a man standing over them both. The figure grabbed the boy, and Cordelia barely managed to take hold of the boy too before the figure began to fly with both of them tow, clutching desperately at one another so that they wouldn’t fall. Fatigued and in agony, she passed out the moment she was on land again.

When she woke once more, she was surrounded by a pack of dirty, wild-looking boys – and the boy she had arrived with was among them.

“You’re a girl,” a redhead announced with an upturned nose. “My shadow has made a mistake; you need to go back to where you came from.”

But the other boys argued for her, curious about this new specimen who had been dropped into their world, and even the boy known as Peter Pan caved under the momentary, childish threat of mutiny from his Lost Boys.

Cordelia became one of them, and that new life fit her better than living in a kitchen ever had. The Lost Boys drew out the buried, wildest parts of her, and she’d never felt so free. Peter shortened her name to a more masculine “Cory,” and no one really cared to mention that she was a girl ever again. She was a Lost Boy, just like any of the others, and that was that.

Verses:

A New Normal: (OUAT) Life continued practically unchanged on Neverland for 200 years, until Peter Pan himself was convinced to return to the “real” world – the world of time, the town of Storybrooke – with the Lost Boys in tow. Once the ship docked in Storybrooke, the Lost Boys were split up, going alone or in pairs into “adoptive families,” while the rest were put up in Granny’s rooms – leaving Granny to become the mistress of an impromptu boys’ home. Though she would’ve much rather gone with the bulk of her mates to Granny’s, officially Cordelia was placed with a family, without any of the other Lost Boys at her side. Unofficially, she did her best to avoid her new “family,” and practically lived at Granny’s regardless. She had followed Peter and her mates here, and with him dead and the Lost Boys all but scattered, Storybrooke holds very little appeal… but once again she feels trapped with nowhere to go, and though she’s trying in her own way, she’s not sure how to be happy in this little town in Maine.

Lost on Another Island: (Descendants) Neverland was raided as the villains were first rounded up and sent to the Isle of the Lost. All the children on Neverland were classified as “evil,” and sent to the Isle. Because of that, Cordelia spent her young adult years trapped in a dirty, claustrophobic cityscape, hating the crown as much as the next Isle-dweller. And what’s worse is that, unless something changes, even by the time people are slowly being allowed to leave the Isle, she’s too old to qualify, and so she still feels like she’s ran out of options and is doomed to live out her life on the Isle of the Lost.

The Beginning of Everything: (Pan) Blackbeard’s pirates (instead of Pan’s shadow) stole Cordelia away to Neverland and the mines, and while she’s perfectly aware of the fact that she’s only exchanged one form of slavery for another, it’s still better here. The food is better and plenteous on Neverland, and she’s made friends with some of the boys, and the supervisor lets her slip away during their scant downtime so that she can go and visit with a few of the natives she’s stumbled upon and made friends with. They teach her their songs and dances, and she teaches some of them the sounds and dances she remembers from her mother and the plantations. Living in Neverland is hard under Blackbeard – and when the time comes, she is curious to see exactly what becomes of the rebellion of the newest Lost Boy, Peter – but she has more room in her life for dancing and music and comradery then she ever has before. She’s free enough, and so she’s happy… enough.

First Star to the Right: (Disney’s Peter Pan) If she’s being honest, Cory doesn’t see the point of bringing the Darlings to Neverland, but there was once a time when someone had talked Peter into bringing her along with them to Neverland. He didn’t have to; he chose to, and so she pays him back by keeping her thoughts to herself now. She can see where the boys might want a mother, but she doesn’t, and Wendy really is – in her eyes – more trouble then she’s worth. But for the duration of the Darlings’ stay, she does her best to simply stay away from the other girl. It’s not as if Wendy’s going to last long in Neverland, in any case.

Road Less Traveled: any other AU threads

AUs:

Ever Ever After: (Fairytale) wild girl who lives in the woods with her gang of fellow runaways

Borrowed Babies: (Foster Care) foster daughter taken off the streets

I Solemnly Swear That I’m Up To No Good: (Harry Potter) Slytherin fourth-year

There Was an Idea: (MCU) homeless Inhuman with the power of geokinesis (the ability to manipulate/control earth)

All That Gleams and Glitters: (Modern) foster child taken off the streets

Alternatively 1902: (Victorian) rebellious servant girl

Grow Up With the Land: (Wild West) taken off of the orphan train to be a worker at a farm

Forward To Victory: (World War II) a member of the French Resistance

Starter Call

[canonicallyanxious]

13, 21, 31, 34

13. First fandom you ever wrote for?

lol Bry

okay yeah first fandom on my ao3 is nothing much to do/lovely little losers, a pair of modern vlogseries adaptations of the shakespeare plays much ado about nothing and love’s labour’s lost. also happens to be the fandom we met in! how nostalgic [dear god i’m realizing now that was SIX YEARS AGO. WTF?????]

as for first fandom i wrote for EVER... honestly unclear sknfksdjnfsd my first memories of writing fanfic are from when i was 11 or 12 but i could not for the life of me tell you what those fandoms were and it’s also pretty likely i wrote fanfic adjacent things even younger than that. WHO KNOWS. if i had to guess at the fandom i’d probably say harry potter or the hunger games and it was probably embarrassingly heterosexual. i will say i busted out my hard drive just now and the oldest fic file i could find was a dramione fic [!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! @ MY CHILD SELF WHAT WERE YOU DOING] from Jan 2010 [would have been 12 at the time]. the file is just called “A Harry Potter fanfic” which i find extremely funny. the second oldest fic adjacent thing on my hard drive is a story i wrote based on taylor swift’s you belong with me. and no i absolutely do not want to talk about it.

21. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)

Mmmmm good question. again my answer for this kind of question is basically whatever i’m into writing for at the given moment but if i go by pairing i have had the most fun writing for at the time i’d probably have to go with davenzi [druck], like i just love both those characters so so much and i think there’s something about their dynamic that really suits my writing style?? idk all i can say is david schreibner is my ultimate comfort character and probably always will be even if i don’t write him anymore. holsom [check please] is also a very fun dynamic to write!

31. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!

LOL BRY

i mean obviously i gotta talk about the golden trio right [for everyone else - these three are my and Bry’s shared oc’s, we’ve had them since like 2016 at least. will we actually do anything with them? stay tuned to find out!]. they’re not oc’s for any fandom related thing but i love them very very dearly

So from left to right we’ve got Harper St. Clair, Charlie Tang, and Olly Reyes-Mendoza [this art we commissioned from miivrt on twitter is more of a modern au version of them and the most current iteration of them is in a cyberpunk verse but neither here nor there]

in the context of cyberpunk verse, these three are old ex-friends, now estranged, who used to be in the same crew together running illicit jobs and such. Harper and Charlie are also exes because we love a good friends to lovers to enemies to tentative friends again??? to lovers dynamic in this house. quick breakdown of these three:

Charlie - Indian trans woman [she was adopted by a woman named Diana Tang, hence the last name] who mistakenly thinks Harper and Olly betrayed her in their youth. she’s now a prominent writer who is trying her best [and failing, tbh] to put her past behind her.

Harper - black nonbinary lesbian with a military background and a heaping dose of unresolved trauma. now works in a mechanic shop and tries their best to keep their head down.

Olly - Afro-latine genderfluid hacker who is now completely off the grid and basically keeps themself as incognito as possible. once was the rock of the group; now harbors a lot of complicated feelings about being caught in the crossfire of Charlie and Harper’s massive falling out.

i just think these characters and this verse is a lot of fun for us to play around in bc we both tend to gravitate toward complicated relationship dynamics with a long and complicated shared history, and characters who have to work very hard to help each other heal from past hurts and traumas. and cyberpunk is a fun thing to play with because, like, so much fun stuff with gender and autonomy and social commentary you can do! i just love these characters so very much :’]

I do have other oc’s i created on my own [Jessie Yang + Sydney Walker and Constanza Torres and Jamie Luong; i’ve linked to a couple short pieces i posted about them in the past if anyone’s curious] but tbqh i haven’t really thought about them in ages skdjnfskdnfs so i’ll save that ramble for another day

34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

Technically already answered this one but oh well here are some MASSIVE SPOILERS for the davenzi star wars au [i am not joking these are literally the last lines of the entire fic skdjnfksdjnfsd but idk i just like the way i ended this fic a lot so that’s what we’re going with]

His heart was beating so hard, like it was on the verge of collapse. Who was the real victor here? He didn’t know, he didn’t care. All he knew was that the body under his and the face he was looking at belonged to a man who meant more to him than he had ever imagined someone could mean to anyone. It had terrified him, when first he’d realized it. It terrified him still. He hadn’t planned for any of this to happen the first night he’d latched onto Matteo with near-feral desperation in the Neon Butterfly. He had never even planned to return here, to the pool under the sky.

And yet here he was. Here they were. The trust in Matteo’s eyes as he looked up at him was wholly complete. And he wanted nothing more than to be worthy of it.

David bent down and kissed him. He was so sweet and yielding under him, his mouth so warm, his body somehow so familiar to him. David let go of his wrists so that he could cup his jaw and tilt his head up into an angle that brought them closer, and Matteo’s hands slid into his hair, cradled the back of his neck, brushed up softly against the shell of his ear.

David pulled away with a shiver, keeping their foreheads pressed together because he couldn’t bring himself to be farther from him than that, and he would be damned at this point if he did a single thing he didn’t want to do.

“I love you,” he said.

He was close enough that he could feel Matteo’s eyes shut, lashes fluttering against his eyelids.

“I know,” Matteo whispered against his mouth.

It was true. He knew better than anyone.

q’s for fanfiction writers!

[pvtteralbvs]

❝ But before I go, remember one thing, promise me one thing: be brave when you’re afraid. ❞ ALBUS POTTER looks a lot like that muggle, CHANCE PERDOMO, right? Only 20 years old, that SLYTHERIN alumnus works as an EMPLOYEE IN THE DEPARTMENT OF INTERNATIONAL MAGICAL COOPERATION and is sided with the ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. HE identifies as CIS MAN and is a HALFBLOOD [ ADOPTED ]. [ PLOT ARC 30, PROPHECY 15, THE MEDIATOR. ]

DEATH TW. so albus was adopted by the potters when he was only one. his birth parents, a halfblood couple from london, were murdered in their home one night when al was just a baby; the result of a past affair gone wrong. whether he was left alive because he was merely a child or because the murderer didn’t realize he was asleep upstairs remains unclear, but he was the only one still alive when the team of aurors arrived, among them harry potter. unfortunately, albus had no other living relatives that could take him in, and his situation hitting close to home for harry, he and ginny made the decision to adopt him. END DEATH TW. 

so yeah, al grew up with the potters from a young age, and is just so, so grateful to have been adopted by them. while he has sometimes wondered what his birth parents were like and what his life would have looked like had they lived — really, who wouldn’t? — al loves the life he’s been given and wouldn’t change it for the world. he’s never once had to doubt the love of his family — it’s clear in their every action — and the same can be said for al. he loves them more than anything in the world, and really would do anything for them. 

when it came time for al to go to hogwarts, he was quite nervous about his sorting, but quickly found that slytherin really was the right fit for him. he’s ambitious, resourceful and holds a great deal of self-preservation, and his house helped him hone his skills and develop them. 

he was always a really hard-working student and often one of the top in his classes, so that plus his helpful and friendly nature made him a good fit for prefect in his fifth year, and he eventually became head student in his last year which he was rly proud of hjfsgdj

growing up, al was quite an observant child and quickly became interested in politics and the way the world worked. somewhat cynical, he couldn’t help but notice the flaws in the system more so than the things they got right, and felt that he had to do something to make the world a little bit better than it was when he entered it; just do whatever he could. his family have been subjected to countless powerpoint presentations about things he would improve and correct because he is a certified nerd™ hfjkdhkj (still thinks of himself as a Bad Boy™ but that’s just wrong)

would play the sims a lot as a kid to show how he would build a society fjhsdk 

his goal is to one day become minister for magic so he can work on improving life in wizarding uk for its citizens, and he’s currently working as an employee in the department of international magical cooperation. he landed an internship there after he graduated hogwarts, after which they hired him. he really wants to learn as much as he can before he fully pursues his dream, especially in terms of politics, which is why he started his ministry career here. so yeah minister is the longtime goal but i mean he’s gotta try to survive this war first! we’ll see if he succeeds. 

speaking of which… al joined the order pretty much as soon as he was able to, partly because he fully believes in what they stand for, but also because he kind of felt like he had to, coming from the family he does? frankly, the war has terrified him from the start, and he wasn’t sure what he could really contribute to the order; he doesn’t consider himself brave and a big part of him would rather run away than join a battle, but he would never go through with it ( he wouldn’t be able to live with it tbh ). i think it comes down to a fundamental misunderstanding of what bravery means; it doesn’t mean that you feel no fear, just that you try to do what’s right despite it, so like — al is brave, as he fights for the order and what he considers to be right, he just struggles to identify it in himself. he can see it so easily in his friends and family, but when he looks at himself he just considers himself a coward which tbh… isn’t even true? we love insecurity in war verses! besides that he’s pretty confident tho but that’s like. his Big Insecurity you feel 

DEATH TW, PARENTAL DEATH TW. harry’s death just ruined al. he keeps replaying the last moments in his mind, wanting to go back and stay with him and fight, do something to help, not just run away. he blames himself, even though he knows deep down it’s not his fault. since the start of the war, al has been terrified of losing someone he loves, but he never really thought it would be his dad - he didn’t really think anyone could get him down. he was harry potter, and he’d already survived so much, so surely he would survive this war too. finding out that he didn’t almost made al lose hope - if his dad didn’t make it, what chance did the rest of them have?

that said, when al found out about the resurrection, he was horrified. he missed his dad more than anything, but in al’s mind, there are things you simply don’t mess with, and death is top of that list. it goes against every natural law and the fact that his sister and the other knights managed to do it made him nauseous. he’s angry at lily for her actions, but more than anything he’s mad at himself - he should have made more efforts to reach out to her and support her in her grief, even though they’re in different locations. if he had been a better brother, maybe he could have helped her through it and known about the plans in advance so he could stop it

not only is he horrified that they pulled harry back from death, when he was finally at peace, but the loss of his godfather in doing so was a punch to the stomach and more grief than he knows how to handle. losing neville was something none of them saw coming; losing the only other father figure he has, and knowing that the longbottoms are now suffering as much as he and his family is, is something he never imagined or wished would happen. all the grief he’s been feeling have returned tenfold and he doesn’t really know how to handle it

because of his belief of how wrong the resurrection was ( and as part of his plot arc ), al is trying to convince the order not to restore harry’s memories. he knows some might find it strange or even cold for him to take that stance when he can have his dad back, but the thought of them having snatched harry from peace wrecks him. he feels like the least they can do for him now is allow him to live the rest of his life out in peace, away from the horrors of the war. what he doesn’t admit is that part of the reason he’s so against bringing harry’s memories back is because if his dad returns to fighting in the war, there’s a chance they can lose him again, and al doesn’t think he can survive that loss a second time 

nr 1 ginny weasley defence squad over here. losing harry made al realize how much he’s taken his parents for granted? not in terms of like — ignoring them or not appreciating them enough throughout his life, because he always has, but he never imagined he would lose them? he always thought they would be there? but now harry is gone but also back but also not really and it’s a mess and neville is gone too and it’s just ginny left and al is absolutely terrified, he is so scared something will happen to her too, or to one of his siblings. he doesn’t share that with anyone, really, especially his mum, she has enough on her plate, but he wishes he could just take her, lily, and james away somewhere safe so he could look out for them  because he cannot stand the thought of losing them. he just can’t and he’s so afraid. END DEATH TW, PARENTAL DEATH TW.

okay in terms of prophecies al’s one says that he ‘is destined to achieve true greatness. however, it will come at the price of what they hold most dear. they will be tested in ways they cannot imagine, and if they do not persevere through it, everything will be doomed.’ so that definitely starts out good but then sounds terrible! al honestly wishes he didn’t hear it and he’s trying to forget it but it’s hard. achieving greatness sounds good and all, especially for someone who has been dreaming of helping make the world a better place as minister since he was a kid, but at the cost of losing what he holds most dear? no fucking thank you. he’s absolutely terrified it means he might lose more family members, because they’re the ones he cares about most in the world, and he just can’t go through that again. he can’t. he wishes it won’t come true but also the warning that if he doesn’t persevere through it they’re all fucked isn’t very reassuring so altogether he’s Not Pleased!

anyways when describing characters as different types of lights, jane said al was a guiding lighthouse, looking out for the people in the night, and that really is the best description of him i can imagine tbh 

but yeah, to sum him up, he’s got that Potter Sass™ and can be a hypocritical pain sometimes, but he’s quite friendly and charismatic and he’s got a good head on his shoulders and right now he is Suffering™ because of the war and what it’s doing to his family 

i think his patronus might be a thestral but i need to muse more on it and also what sort of codename that could give that isn’t like…. death related gfhjsdgfk idt they need that, so i hope it’s okay i add that later!!