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peeterparkr · 5 years ago

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perfidy;tom holland|1

chapter 1: the script

enemies to lovers au

story summary: Tom and you have been sworn enemies since you were young. However, you happened to be best friends with the twins. When one of your friends challenged you to break Tom’s heart, you immediately accepted to get back at him for all the times he’s hurt you. Old feelings might come back, while both of you try to go past your pride and your lies.

chapter summary: the first time he broke your heart

pairing: tom holland x y/n

warnings: swearing, flashback in italics, juuuuuust slightly angsty but not really

word count: 3.9k

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You were running late. Your alarm had not gone off and you were currently running around your apartment. Your wet hair was leaving droplets around the kitchen as you quickly devoured a cereal and tried to apply your makeup at the same time. You needed to look presentable, you’d have an interview to be an official writer on the series you currently interned at.

Everything was going too quickly this morning for your own convenience, it seemed like you were running out of time and it seemed like nothing was real. It didn’t feel real, but it was. You were trying to catch your breath as the excitement and nerves were tickling your skin.

A writing assistant/intern/coffee-runner was all you were by now, but you didn’t want to give up. Everybody’s got dreams and maybe yours were closer each day. You knew you’d have your big breakout one day, maybe it was closer than you could think of.

But everything had seemed to be stopped suddenly, as soon as good things were coming down your way, life would bring in more and more pebbles to your path. Just like the day before, everything was ready but your car, however, had decided to stop working, and of course you had been stuck under the rain in London.

Cue to the next day, to this morning when you had overslept and your nose was slightly red, and you had no transportation. You believed life hated you, but you ended up not worrying, everything would turn out to be fine even if all the odds were constantly turning around for you.

You had called your best friend, and he had assured you he’d be there to give you a ride. Seemed like he was the guardian angel that you so much needed in your life at the moment. Besides, you were excited to see him, you’d barely seen him in the last few months, his new girlfriend was taking him away from you. And you weren’t jealous, you’d still have Sam, but Sam was too busy with his own things so whenever you went to visit Harry you’d end up stuck with his older brother, whom, thank you very much, you despised.

You heard the usual claxon honking outside your building, you grabbed your coat and bag and rushed downstairs.

Harry would be picking you up and he’d probably give you a very needed pep-talk to get you ready.

You ran to the car as you felt butterflies inside your stomach. It’s alright to be nervous, you guessed, it was the opportunity of a lifetime.

But life was once more proving to you how much it could suck.

“I thought Harry was picking me up,” you stated as soon as you saw who was behind the wheel. Tom looked up from his phone and dedicated a corny smirk, you could even see a wink under his sunglasses.

“He got some stuff to do, you’re stuck with me,” Tom said.

“Was Sam not available?” You groaned.

“Work.”

“Haz?” You asked with hope.

“He had a shoot.”

“Paddy?” You were desperate.

“Oh, fuck’s sake y/n, be thankful I came. I was about to leave, took you long enough, you know makeup won’t do you miracles.”

You rolled your eyes as you opened the door and hopped into the car. You pulled out your phone to avoid any further conversation.

“You know, I’m no uber,” he sassed.

“I know, uber drivers are usually nice,” you snapped.

Tom started the car.

“I brought you tea,” he said as he eyed the cup with a smirk.

You frowned staring at it.

“I didn’t poison it, y/n,” Tom said condescendingly.

You slowly picked it up, “Thanks,” sceptically, you took a sip.

“I did spit on it, though,” Tom grinned.

You widened your eyes and glared at him. “Oh fuck off, Tom.”

“Oh, you’re gonna be that way?” Tom frowned. “You know I could pull over right here and you’d have to walk to your precious interview,” he snapped.

You sighed. “I’m sorry,” you rolled your eyes. “Did you really spit on it?”

“No, I’m kidding, y/n, gee you don’t have to take everything that serious,” He chuckled as you flipped him off.

“I don’t trust you,” you admitted.

“I know you don’t,” he laughed. “Which is the reason as to why I didn’t even have to do anything with the tea, your sole mind is doing the trick.”

You remained quiet. The ride was going to be very long.

“Are you nervous?” He turned slightly to look at you.

“A little,” you confessed.

“Ya goin’ to pitch a screenplay?” He asked.

You shook your head. “I...uh, not really.”

“Good, they wouldn’t like your writing anyway,” Tom cornily input. “Bit cheesy.”

You clenched your jaw. “They liked your acting, didn’t they?”

He scoffed. “Remind me who’s got a career.”

You stayed quiet and looked out the window. He pursed his lips.

“I’m sorry,” he broke the silence, and it seemed real. “I was joking, you’ll do amazing.”

“You really don’t have to try to make conversation, you know?” You said, slightly hurt.

There was no easy way to explain your relationship with the Holland’s. With each member of the family, you had your history.

Your mum was best friends with Nikki since diapers, they had been to school together, roommates at college and even their respective maids of honour. Naturally, they had expected you to be friends with all her kids. You were sure your mother and Nikki had had the fantasy of their kids playing in the garden, while they enjoyed a mean cup of tea. You were also sure they both had had the stupid fantasy of one of their kids falling in love growing up and becoming best friends with the others.

And it kind of went like that, growing up with them in your house, birthday parties with them, some Christmas, New Years. Always together. You knew them perfectly. Too much for your own convenience.

You were friends, at least with the twins and Paddy. There had been no trouble with the twins, the three of you got along perfectly. Sam, Harry and you had been inseparable since you were young, even if you were slightly older than them. You had hit it off right away. Even if they were fighting between them, you’d always be alright with them. It was a very innocent friendship.

Especially with Harry, both of you had shown your interest in films and cinema from a very young age. You’d be seen together always with a camera on your hands and directing Sam and Tom to act. You’d come up with the stories and Harry would help you bring them to life. Usually, your homemade movies came out fine, even if they usually involved hours of you and Tom fighting.

Especially since you lacked crew, the four of you would end up playing roles you never really liked.

But Harry would always bring out the camera your parents would borrow and film everything. Thanks to that, you’d have a lot of memories of your childhood on video. Even the ones you didn’t want to remember.

Tom always wanted to be in front of the cameras, but since you were the only girl at the time, you’d often be paired up with him. That’s when you stopped coming up with romantic stories, you really didn’t want to even hold hands with Tom,

Tom, Tom was complicated. Older than you, and extremely annoying. You had been “ friends” when you were kids, but he seemed to always have a reason to bother you. It was extremely annoying. When you were only toddlers, you got along fine, but of course what problems could toddlers possibly have.

But you grew up, and Tom possibly, no, he definitely was the worst kid you could have ever possibly imagined. He never wanted to share anything, he would always whine and he’d throw tantrums. And he’d pull your hair and he wouldn’t let you play and he’d go running to his mum to cry to complain if you ever won while playing together. He, very maturely, would stick his tongue out whenever you spoke, and he’d push you, and he’d mimic you. Now, now, if you were completely honest you weren’t good friends, you’d both always end up on the floor fighting each other. You would always pride yourself on being able to take him down. More than once you had been on top of him, after an innocent and childish wrestle.

However, you were getting tired of never being able to have 5 minutes without him insulting or bothering you. Because even with everything, you found the boy cute. Whenever he wasn’t bothering you, he was nice, he was remotely kind. It was cute. It wasn’t that you guys didn’t get along, well, you didn’t, but it seemed that Tom wasn’t able to be decent around you.

He had his good moments, like whenever he would be a gentleman and give you the first cookie, or whenever he would cut a flower and give it to you, but of course, that was usually followed by dirt being thrown at your face, as if he was trying to make a point.

And he’d constantly confuse you and your stupid little heart, which would make you blush whenever he decided to be remotely kind.

And you cursed the day your mother and Nikki had said the following words;

“He bothers you because he has a crush on you,” Nikki had said.

“That’s true, boys want attention and the only way he’s getting your attention is by being annoying. He likes you.”

And being the stupid 6 yeared old you were, you changed the way you viewed Tom, and finally became completely foolishly smitten with him. Very stupid decision. Because, really, whoever came up with that theory was very stupid. Why would you bother someone you like? And why would people go on around telling girls that guys treating them badly would mean they loved them. It was fucked up, wasn’t it? Of course, now you were older and you didn’t believe in any of that bullshit. Because at the end of the day, that’s all it was, pure horseshit.

But of course, you didn’t know well back then, so after they told you Tom had a crush on you, you, it started, the stupid decision to crush on him more. And you started to act differently, and initially, he noticed. He would ask why you would wear more dresses rather than the tomboy look you loved to have when younger, and he’d ask why you had stopped being fun. Because of course, you’d take longer to brush your hair and now you wouldn’t be playing soccer with him as much. You’d still let yourself wrestle him every now and then because that meant you could, if you took him down, hold his hands.

You were very stupid.

And you took your shot, because not only were you stupid, you had the balls. Which, looking back at it, only made you more of an idiot. But one day, just as you’d taken him down, and as he was trying to push you off of him, you decided to try something different.

“Calm down,” you had said just before you kissed his cheek, making the boy turn red and frozen to shock.

You hadn’t said anything else and you had quietly left him.

He had changed after that. It seemed like he had caught on to that, and he had stopped in a way, bothering you as much. Of course, he’d always bring in his childish games like burping in front of you, or proving how masculine and ‘better’ he was whenever you’d play anything. He’d still get angry at you whenever you beat him in a videogame or any game at all.

But something had changed. He’d now be nicer, in his own particular way. He’d be smiling more often and he’d give you more hugs, like children do. He’d let you use his favorite car, or let you be spiderman if you played.

Tom Holland had broken your heart several times throughout your life, that didn’t mean each time it hurt less, but you got used to it. You weren’t going to let him get near your heart ever again, or so you had promised yourself.

The first time he’d ever hurt you, you had been young. He was 10, you were 8. And you had taken the guts to finally tell him how you felt, in your own particular way. You’d told the twins, 7 back then, to help you.

And you had planned it perfectly, a new homemade movie. Your script consisted of you telling him you had a crush on him, and you had the guts to even write a kiss. And you were going to film it, and to this day you remembered it, and even if you didn’t want it, it was on camera.

“Alright, so the princess is going to…save the prince!” You explained to Tom. “Because she is in love with him!”

“Why does it have to be a princess?” Tom frowned. “Why not be a superhero! Besides, it should be me who saves the damsel!” Tom pushed.

“This is my movie, Thomas,” you complained.

“This is my movie, Thomas,” he mimicked. He groaned. “Why can’t I be the dragon? Why does Sam get to be the dragon?”

“Because you’re the prince!” You pushed.

He took the script off your hands. “What does it even say?” He asked as he read it. “This is stupid!”

“No, it’s not!”

Tom frowned. “Why would we kiss?” He wrinkled his nose as he stuck his tongue out.

“Because we like each other,” you explained.

“Why would anyone like you?” He sounded disgusted. “You’re ugly and stupid and you’re you!”

“Tom, Tom,” Harry said behind the camera. “It’s a movie, it’s pretend!”

“I don’t want to be in this movie anymore, less with her,” he frowned. “You’d have to be pretty stupid if you think I’d kiss you.”

“Maybe I am.”

“Everything you write is very stupid.” Because Tom and you had had boundaries, and he knew he was crossing the most important one.

“Tom that’s very mean,” you said.

“I’d rather eat a frog than kiss you.”

“She did this because she likes you,” Sam admitted, with a giggle. An innocent stunt a child pulls. “Tom and y/n!” Sam sang.

Tom walked past you. “Disgusting.”

And he left, and Harry pointed the camera at you. Your face was conflicted, and confused and sad.

Your first official heartbreak was on camera, and of course, you never watched it. You guessed your current feelings for Tom were derived form that one moment. You had been cold after that. And that was the first time you even truly cried because of him. But you were 8, it was stupid to cry over a boy.

Your mum understood why you had distanced yourself from him, for a while, at least. Even Nikki understood, so for a while, you didn’t visit the Holland’s household, and you’d only invite the twins.

And you were very petty and explicit if you ever were with the three brothers you’d use his words: “I’d rather eat a frog than have you come over.”

And the movies were ceasing, at least for a bit. But Tom did apologize, and you had been sure Nikki had forced him.

But he had come to your house with flowers on your 9th birthday and apologized, and you were sure he had written and learned the apology. But you were still very angry, and it wasn’t even because he had rejected you, it didn’t even have to do with the fact he had dared to reject you in the meanest way he could, but you were angry he had insulted your writing. From a very young age, your pride was even more

“I’m very sorry, y/n, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean your writing was stupid and I am sorry for calling you all that, I was the one being stupid,” he had said. “And I really want to stay friends with you, because I really like you as a friend. And you look pretty in that dress.”

You had looked at the flowers, gently took them in and said: “I like the flowers but I don’t like you and I don’t want to be friends but you can have cake, I guess.”

And he was slightly upset, you could tell. And then you walked away and placed the flowers on the bin. You were dramatic.

But he had had his revenge right there on your birthday, one stupid insignificant revenge, he had ‘accidentally’ tripped on your dress and dirtied your dress with cake.

And it had started, the war. Tom and you were constantly fighting and you were sure you were now sworn enemies. It started innocent, from little pranks to insults, to very hurtful pranks that had had you crying. But you were hanging out together again, at least in the same room, and now the videos weren’t movies anymore, they were just you and Harry sillying with the camera, or sometimes Sam. Even Tom. Creating memories, you guessed. You filmed everything, birthday parties, the first time either of you got drunk, proms, studying sessions and successes.

Tom and you were friends sometimes, sometimes you weren’t, sometimes he’d act like more than friends which would make you very untrusting.

There had been several more times when Tom had hurt you and he’d later apologize. It seemed like that’s the only thing he knew how to do, apologize without meaning it. Because an apology wears out when you keep on committing the same crimes.

But you’d always end up believing in him again, and he would pull the exact thing he’d always done, give you flowers and then throw dirt at your face.

But he was so complicated, so complicated. But you guessed your feelings were more complicated. You hated him, you couldn’t stand him. Whenever he was around you’d get annoyed. But there were sometimes, just like you were kids that you’d end up having nice times, like when he’d give you one of his favorite cookies, or when he let you play with his favorite controller.

Because he’d done things that were nice, very significant things. Like the time your boyfriend had broken up with you hours before prom and Tom had shown up at your house, tux and everything, maybe it was slightly awkward at first, but he’d been there to cheer you up. He had been decent then, even nice. You had even believed, for a bit, that he could like you. Of course, he stopped talking to you the very next day and then proceeded to say that you had pathetically begged him to go to prom with you. Even if Harry had on camera how Tom had picked you up and given you flowers, he denied it, saying you had been the one to ask him.

Yes, he was still an asshole.

Yet you never seemed to learn your lesson, he always managed to warm your heart just slightly and make you forget, at least for five minutes that you hated him . You never learned that he’d always end up hurting you, just like right now, you were in the car with your stomach hurting from listening to yet more hurtful words, even if he knew he had crossed the line he shouldn’t cross. And you wished you were somewhere else instead, because he knew he had poked on what he shouldn’t have poked, and you knew he was sure you wanted to cry. But it seemed like he loved doing that, his favourite sport. He loved to play with your heart.

Because Tom and you had an off and on relationship, the relationship being enemies. But sometimes, if you were true to yourself and to each other, you were nice. Just like right now, even in his own rude way, he was still driving you.

“I really do mean it, y/n,” Tom pushed again.

You ignored him.

“Y/N.”

“What? You meant I suck at writing?”

“I meant you were amazing,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re always sorry,” you sighed.

Tom bit his lip. “You know, you could...uh, send me one in an I could help you get to producers, or we could write one together, or I could produce one-”

“Thanks but I--”

“I know you want to make a name by yourself,” he sighed. “But I could help you in.”

“I know, I know, thanks, Tom,” you were merely saying this because you wanted to avoid any further conversation.

“And—uh, I’m really sorry for last week when—“

“Don’t bother, don’t worry,” you quickly silenced him before he could continue with the subject. You really didn’t want to get your head thinking on anything but the interview. Probably Tom was trying to sabotage you and that was the reason why he was bringing it up.

He played music. It seemed extremely awkward. But you didn’t want to give in to any kind of conversation, because if you did then you’d have to understand if today you were going to be decent or if you were going to be rude.

You didn’t want to be anything, you didn’t have the energy to fight with him and you didn’t have the energy to pretend and be nice. It usually was his call, you just played along unless you were in the mood for something. It was either fight or flight with him.

His phone rang, and he gulped as he saw it was Harry calling. He answered it with the free hands mode anyway.

“Tom—Where’s the car? Fuck, I overslept, I didn’t set my alarm.” Harry seemed rushed.

“I took it,” Tom explained.

“No wait, I forgot I had to drive y/n—Shit I’m gonna call her.”

“No need man,” Tom cleared his throat.

You raised your brows.

“Tom, fuck, I know you guys are very angry again but this is very important to her, like—“

“I know,” Tom seemed anxious listening to his brother.

“I need the bloody car, don’t be an asshole,” Harry stated.

“You don’t need it,” Tom pushed.

“Tom—“

“Hi, Harry,” you chipped in. “He’s driving me.”

“Wait—what?” Harry was shocked.

“I was up early, tried to wake you up but since I saw you were definitely not waking up I grabbed the keys and I’m driving her,” Tom explained.

You raised your brows, perplexed. So today, he had decided it, he was your friend.

“What?” It seemed that Harry was as confused as you were.

“Yeah, I’m here,” you said.

“Y/N I’m so sorry I completely forgot last night to set it,” Harry apologized.

“No worries,” you chuckled. “I overslept, too.”

“Are you being held against your will? Is Tom not trying to kill you?” Harry asked.

“No, I’ll do that later,” Tom laughed.

“Well—uh, I’ll—“

“See you later, man,” Tom hung up quickly.

You stared at him. “I don’t want to know what you’re up to. But now I’m even more scared of being in this car with you.”

“Can’t I be nice?” Tom smirked.

“No, you can’t,” you stated. “But—thank you.”

And you would believe Tom was being nice, but you knew that he wasn’t doing this to be your friend, he was probably feeling guilty about last week. This was just another empty apology.

But you could live with it today.

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pit-and-the-pen · 4 years ago

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Hiiii, you know I love angst so can I please request with prompts 22 and 45 from the angst list please? Happy or angst ending its up to you. Thank you!!

Dirty Little Secret “Which part of me wasn’t enough?”

“Would you hate me?”

Warnings; extremely brief mention of torture. Extremely brief mention of ‘Parental’ abuse. Briefly implied smut if you squint at the end.

Word count:5k

A/n: Just get ready. Honestly. I’m so sorry for how sad this about to be

taglist: @thoseofgreatambition @ickle-ronniekins @summer-writes @obsessedwithrandomthings @harrysweasleys: message me if you want to be added to taglist :)

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“For the last time. Please don’t call him my cousin” You pleaded as you sat in the Gryffindor common room surrounded by your friends. George and Fred sat closest to you as Harry was sitting in an armchair across the room, yet again complaining about whatever Malfoy was currently annoying him with.

“I mean he-” George started. You shot him a glare that instantly made him recoil from you.

“They pretend the Tonks name doesn’t even exist . Why should I claim them?” You muttered out under your breath.

“Come on, Y/n. we know you’re nothing like him.” George says, leaning over to give you a small peck on the forehead.

“But what if I was, even a little bit? Would you hate me?” Your voice wasn’t any louder than a whisper. He just frowned at you.

“You know what, I just remembered I have homework I need to do.” Pushing yourself off of the couch, you snatched up your school bag and headed out the portrait hole, needing to get out of the room. George just stares at the place you just were. He balls up a piece of paper and chucks it towards Harry.

‘Nice going. You upset her.” Fred piped up.

“You know how she gets whenever someone brings that up. Like just mentioning it enough will make her go bad.” George continued.

“I didn’t think she would react like that.” Harry said defensively. “I’ll apologize when she comes back later. Alright?” He obviously felt bad but there wasn’t much he could do about it now.

You had stayed in the library much longer than you planned. At first just using it as an excuse to leave the common room, but you suddenly realized how much work you had been avoiding. Your last year was not a piece of cake at all. Umbridge constantly looming over you didn’t make things any better. Quickly shoving all of your work into your bag, you ran back to the common room to make sure you didn’t get caught out after hours. The last thing you needed was another detention with the toad.

Much to your surprise, the group was still sitting in the same position you left them in. A few have dozed off, including George. Stretched out across the couch while Fred was reading some book you couldn’t see the cover of. When you walked back through the opening, a few of them flicked their eyes over to you.

Fred hit George’s shins and he woke with a start. “She’s back” is all he said to Gerorge. With that, you notice him give Harry an expecting look. Harry cleared his throat, getting your attention.

“Hey I wanted to say sor-” You held up your hand. Not wanting to bring up the subject again.

“Don’t worry about it.” He tried to argue it further but you just shook your head. He seemed to get the hint that you didn’t want to talk about it anymore and let it drop. You walked over to the couch and leaned down to give George a small kiss.

“Go to bed.” You mumbled to him with a small laugh, noticing how he was already falling back asleep.

“Why would I do that when you’re down here?” He said, eyes seeming to be closed. Suddenly his arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you down onto the couch with him. You let out a small scream in surprise.

“Get a room!” Fred shouted at the pair of you. This caused the few people who had fallen asleep to wake up.

“We already have one. What would you call this?” George joked back, leaving small pecks all over your face and neck as you laughed. You managed to swat him off of you and stood up, straightening your uniform.

“Well with that amazing display. I think I’m going to bed.” You were breathing heavy and laughing. That was one of the things you loved most about George. He never let you go to sleep anything but perfectly happy. He gives you one more big sloppy kiss, much to the displeasure of the rest of the room, before he also heads up to bed. You should have known things were too good to last.

The next morning, you, George and Fred walked down to breakfast together like normal. There was an eerie hush that seemed to be over the great hall. It felt like walking into a brick wall with how much tension was in the room.

“What’s everyone on this morning? Umbridge drop a new decree?” You asked Lee as you sat down at the table.

“Take a look.” He responded while throwing this morning's edition of the Prophet in front of you. George and Fred both peered over your shoulder as your face dropped.

MASS BREAKOUT FROM AZKABAN

The heading read. Displayed on the front was a picture of none other than Bellatrix Lestrange, seeming to be trying to bite whoever had the displeasure of taking her picture. You threw down the paper and suddenly felt sick to your stomach.

“Hey.” George said, grabbing your arm as you turned to stand up. Right as you were about to pull your arm out of his grasp, you noticed your family's large silvery owl swooping down. You caught a letter that was dropped down to you and it flew out of sight. Probably to the owlery.

Immediately, you noticed your mother's large loopy handwriting on the outside. Still standing, you ripped open the envelope and read the letter.

“I am sending Nympthadora to Hogwarts to talk to you. Go to Dumbldores office the moment you receive this. - Love mom.”

Your breath seemed to get caught in your chest. Why did your sister need to come to school? Did they think you knew something about the breakout? If anyone needed to be questioning Malfoy. And even that would be a stretch. You looked around and noticed George was staring intently at you. Silently asking you if you were okay, his hand still wrapped around your arm.

“I..I have to go.” Was all you could manage to sputter out.

“Are you okay?” His voice was full of concern.

“I don’t know. I’ll talk to you later okay?” You grabbed his hand and gave it a tight squeeze before grabbing your bag and all but running out of the great hall.

On your way to the headmasters office, you ran into Professor McGonagall.

“Ah Tonks.. I was just heading to the great hall to look for you.” She eyed the letter in your hand.

“I see you got the letter. Very well, follow me.” You were getting more scared by the second. Never in all your years at Hogwarts have you been in Dumbledore's office. To say you were terrified was an understatement.

“Sherbert Lemon.” McGonagall said when you approached the gargoyle outside of his office. She waved her hand for you to go up and you had expected her to leave, instead she followed behind you. On the way up you started going over in your mind everything you had done lately. Nothing you could think of warranted all of this.

Once you got to the top of the staircase, you heard a few voices talking rather loud and fast. You couldn’t make out anything, only that one of the voices was from your sister. You froze instantly, not wanting to deal with whatever was happening ahead.

“Go on.” McGonagall sighed when she noticed you paused. You stepped into the large round room that was the main part of Dumbledore’s office and the few people in the office looked up. Along with your sister, Remus was with her.

“Y/n!” She called out and ran to give you a giant hug. You haven't seen her since the summer and if you weren’t as scared as you were, you would have been more excited.

“We’ll have time for that later, Tonks.” Remus said in a tense voice. She let go but stayed by your side.

“Well. We shouldn’t wait any longer to tell you. I bet you’re wondering why you’ve been called up here?” Dumbledore asked you. You had suddenly lost your voice and could only nod.

“You aren’t in any trouble. But that is all the good news I have, I’m afraid.” He paused and gave you a smile that didn’t seem to reach his eyes. “With the recent breakout from Azkaban, Andromeda decided it was time to tell you the truth. Tonks? Do you want to be the one to tell her?” When he said that, Tonks grabbed your hand and gave it three little squeezes, the two of yours sign for ‘I love you’. She cleared her throat

“This really isn’t easy to tell you. Okay.” She took a deep breath and turned to you. “A few years before Bellatrix went to Azkaban. The family discovered she had a child. The only problem was no one knew where they were. Then she was arrested and that’s when they found..Found you.”

Suddenly you felt very light headed. You had to have heard her wrong. Tonks had said they found you.

“You had been obviously neglected. Stuck in a small nursery and looked after by only a few house elves. That’s when mom agreed to take you in. Narssica and Lucius were still under heavy suspicion to be working with you-know-who and didn’t need more connections to that side, plus she had only just had Draco. The decision was made not to tell you because she was never really a mother to you. And up until last night, we never thought she would be out of Azkaban.” She looked at you, her eyes suddenly full of tears. She was expecting you to say something but your brain had suddenly stopped functioning. You could only stare at her blankly.

“The reason why we’re telling you this now, y/n” Remus started. You had forgotten he was there up until he spoke. Your eyes flickered over to him. “Is, since you are of age now, the order is concerned she might come and collect you.” That seemed to do the trick.

“And do what?” Your voice was tiny.

“We don’t know. We know Voldemort lost a large amount of followers so maybe to try to recruit you.”

“I would never do that!” You interrupted. He held his hand up to stop you.

“We all know that. You’ve been interested in the order since this summer. We’ve all seen it. But she isn’t known for playing fair. We just need you to be on guard.” He seemed to sag down after saying this, as if a great weight was placed on his shoulders.

“We just want you safe. If mom didn’t think it was better for you to know, we wouldn’t tell you. But everyone decided it’s better to hear it from people who love and care about you then hear it from her if she got the chance.” Tonks’s voice was soothing. Or at least it should have been but you were still numb from shock. She grabbed the sides of your face.

“Don’t think for a second that this changes anything. You’re still my sister and I still love every bit of you.” When she said that, it broke whatever you were holding onto and tears started falling from your face. You vaguely processed the others shifting out of the main room.

“I know your head is probably going to a million different places at once. But this doesn’t change the way anyone looks at you.” She said.

“Did everyone know?” You managed to get out between sobs.

“Everyone that needed to know, knew. All of the Order. But again, no one looks at you any differently.” You nodded. Whipping away the tears as you started to calm down. It didn’t change anything. But that nagging voice in the back of your head only shouted all of your worst fears at you. You’re no different. Evil is in your blood, not just your family tree. If you’re her kid, then some of the worst blood is in you too.

“Are you okay?” Tonks asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“As okay as I can be.” You say with a slight laugh. You wipe away a few more tears and give her a small smile.

“You can write to me if you need anything. Even just to talk okay. Anything you need.” She says as she gives you another big hug. This time, you squeeze her back until someone else clears their throat.

“I do hate to say it but we have to leave.” Remus chimed in. Tonks gave you a look and you nodded.

“Okay. Seriously write me if you need anything.” Tonks says as Remus grabs her hand. The two of them leave in a ploof of green fire.

“Well if that’s all, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, I’ll leave.” You say, your mind still playing catch up. McGonagall gives you a sad look and they both say goodbye as you walk out of the office as fast as you can while still being polite.

You all but run back to the Gryffindor common room trying to beat the tears threatening to start up again. You barely make it back to your bed before you started crying. Everything you had been scared about fresh in your mind. There really was nothing good about you in the end. How you ended up in Gryffindor was suddenly all you can think of. After a little bit you had cried yourself out to the point of falling asleep.

It must have been a couple hours, you woke up with a start as the image of you in dark black robes burned out of your mind. The sky was just getting dark, making the dorm pink with the sunlight. When you walked up to the sink near your bed, you saw how puffy and red your face was. Sighing, you splashed some cold water on your face before you walked out into the common room.

“Y/n!” George bellowed when he saw you. “There you are. You disappeared earlier and I haven’t seen you since.” His face fell when he noticed your face. “What’s wrong.” He whispered when you sat down next to him. Of course he would be able to tell right away something was off. You shook your head.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now.” And surprisingly he dropped it. You really did want to tell him but not in the crowded common room.

Days went by and you kept coming up with ways to avoid the topic. It was always the wrong time, it was too crowded, someone interrupted you.Umbridge's rule of boys and girls not being within six feet of each other is also not helping at all. You can’t tell if it was a good thing or not at this point. The longer you went without telling him the more nervous you got, having already come up with a million different ways he’ll react.

You haven't meant for it to just come tumbling out. Not like that, not in the mean, clipped tone that it did. The two of you stood facing each other, eyes wide and round. He took a second to process the words you had just shouted at him.

“This is a sick joke right?” His words make your world shatter. You suddenly can’t find it in yourself to meet his eyes as you shake your head.

“You..You didn’t think this was important to tell me?” He ran his hands through his hair. “Did you really only just find out? Or have you been lying to me this whole time?” You flinch a little at his tone.

“I only just found out the other day. I promise I didn’t li-”

“You know what.” He started, interrupting you. “I don’t even want to hear it. You swear up and down youre so much different from the rest of your family. And I believed it because I mean, look at Tonks. Look at who I thought was your family. But her?” He spat out. “How can you look at Neville ever again? How can you sit in the same common room as him and just pretend everything is okay?” You felt the tears run down your face. No one looks at you any differently. Tonks’ words from the other day echo in your head. You knew she had been wrong. The only person whose opinion of you really mattered saw you from what you really were.

“I’m still me.” You manage to say in between sobs. “I’m still the same person you fell in love with. George please.” You grab at his robes as he starts to leave the room.

He freezes and looks at where your hand grabbed him, like it burned him, like it made him dirty.

“That’s the worse part.” Was all he said as he pried your hands off of him and gave you a little shove backwards. The action taking you by such shock, you almost lost your balance. You started up at him wildly, tears streaming down your face. A sob of his name left your lips but you could barely understand it and he was already gone. You sunk to your knees. “Which part of me wasn’t good enough?” You screamed at nobody in particular. You never made it back to the common room that night.

You also never got another chance to smooth things over. To explain to him the way you had planned. The twins set off their bound-to be-infamous fireworks display the next day and they were gone.

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You didn’t know why you came. A small part of you deep down knew why. It had been so long since you had been wanted. Since someone had asked you to be a part of anything. The halls of the manor were as cold as you remember. The few times you had come here as a small child played in your head. Back when the Malfoys were still trying to prove they were good by letting you come over. You now realized it was because you fell into what they deemed worthy of being in the house, and that’s why Tonks haven't been invited.

Narcissa was still leading you through the house when you seemed to come to your senses. What the hell were you doing? You didn’t want to be in the house. You wanted to be at the burrow with Fred and George. They don’t want you, remember? He could see what you really are.

You ignored the voice and focused on how the hallways never seemed to end. The small shadows of house elves scurrying out of your way was enough to make you sick.

“In here.” Narcissa said when you got to a random room. You took a deep breath before she suddenly grabbed your arm.

“Think about what you’re doing. Think very hard. Say the word and I’ll let you turn around right now and no one will know. But walk in there and I can’t help you.” She was dead serious. The voice of a concerned person. It warmed you a little bit.

“I just want to talk to..to her.” You say as convincingly as you can.

“It’s your life. I’m damned one way or another. You on the other hand, you have a choice.”

“And right now I’m choosing to try and talk to her. I’ll figure it out from there.” She seemed to sag down but composed herself and announced something to the room. You heard a high pitch laughter that chilled you to your spine. She nodded to you and put a should- be- comforting hand on your back as you walked into the room.

You swear the temperature dropped ten degrees as you walked in. The bedroom was big, like a cavern. A high ceiling with very little furniture in contract to the sheer size of it. A small part of you was surprised to see a bed, thinking hanging from the ceiling like the bat she was, would have been more appropriate.

“Hi, mom” You said in a dead voice and her laughter echoed off of the walls. High pitched and nailing you to the floor.

“So they told you after all. How sweet.” Her voice didn’t match her appearance. It was a soprano baby voice, that was almost worse than the gravelly voice you thought she would have.

She stood up and walked closer to you. Every inch of your body was screaming to run but you wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. Eventually she was standing right in front of you. Her hand reached out to twirl a piece of your hair.

“Now why did you really come here? I hope you’re smart enough to know I’m not going to start singing you lullabies.” That seemed to be the very question you were asking yourself now. Why had you come? A deep part of you just wanted to have a normal family. Bellatrix was far from that.

She suddenly grabbed your left arm. “Could it be something to do with this? I don’t think the Dark Lord has sunk low enough to need someone raised like you were though.” She looks over to her sister who is still standing in the corner of the room, tense as a board. “What do you think Cissy?” She says with a slight pout.

“No.” You said, shaking your hand out of her grasp. “I needed to come here to see what I’m not. I was so afraid of becoming like you, even before I knew, I had to see. And you know what I learned?” You suddenly felt brave. Like everything had finally clicked into place.

“Aw. What would that be?”

“We make our own choices.” Your next moves were very calculated. You had a few seconds at best as you pulled your wand out of your cloak.

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Every part of your body hurt. Like you had been in a particularly nasty game of quidditch. You went to open your eyes but instantly shut them at the pain that radiated through your skull.

“Just let me see her.” A voice called from outside of the room you were in.

“Why? So you can hurt her even more? George just leave it. She’s not even awake yet.” You recognized the voice as Tonks. Wait if she said George, does that mean? You peak your eyes open just a tiny bit and notice the familiar surroundings of the burrow. How did you end up here? You didn’t remember a lot past the first move. Everything had gone by so fast.

The door clicked open then shut and you heard, who you assumed to be, Tonks huff. You tried to sit up a little bit.

“Oh. You're up!” She was at your side in a second. “If you weren’t so banged up I would beat you right here.” Her voice held no malice despite her words.

“Do you want to tell me what the hell happened?” She all but screamed.

You winced at the volume but tried to sit up a little more. She helped you prop up on a pillow.

“Well.” Your voice was raspy. “I..I don’t know what I was thinking.” You had never felt more stupid in your life. What did you expect to happen? You took a deep breath and told Tonks as much as you could remember. She just stared and you blankly. Looking for something to say. All of a sudden you found arms wrapped around you.

“You are such an idiot. Do you know that?” Her voice shook with tears. “I guess that explains some stuff too.” She seemed to be talking to herself. “God I could kill that boy right now.”

“You came here in the middle of the night, bleeding. Half conscious. It was a miracle you were even able to apparate in the state you were. Molly was able to patch you up but you might have a few scars.” She paused. “Well, one really.” With that she pulled up your left sleeve and your heart sunk.

“It’s not what you think. She started the process but didn’t finish it.” You stared at the bumped skin that was clearly a hastily carved dark mark. Looking at that hurt more than anything. Sure it wasn’t the real thing, you needed to fully commit to be able to get one and from what you’ve heard, it’s not a pleasant experience. Knowing you have any bit of that on your body makes you fight the urge to be sick. Tonks rubs your shoulder.

“I’ll give you some time to process everything.” She gives you a quick peck on the forehead and closes the door softly behind her.

You start to drift off when there's a small knock and the door creaks open just a crack. You’re half expecting it to be Tonks. But in all reality, the face you’ve wanted to see the most since that awful day greets you.

He awkwardly stands in the entryway of the door. You can’t meet his eyes, but move over slightly to show he’s welcomed to sit on the bed. The only thing he does is shift his body weight so he’s leaning against the wall directly across from the bed, and gives the door a soft nudge close.

The silence hangs heavy in the air. All the words you’ve wanted to say hang on the tip of your tongue, you try to hold them back. For once, his face is unreadable as you finally look up at him. You threaten to melt on the spot right then and there, realizing immediately you haven’t lost an ounce of love for this man. If anything, from the dull throb in your chest, you probably love him more somehow.

A deep sob touches your ears and you suddenly realize he’s crying.

“George.” You start but he holds up a hand.

“This is all my fault.”He walks towards the bed and sits down in the space you gave him. “Tonks just came down and chewed me out”

“She-” Once again he interrupts you.

“I deserve it. I explained to her what happened because the plan was for you to leave Hogwarts with us that day. That’s what I had even dragged you into that room to tell you.” He laughed a little, not his usual laugh, this was stiff and cold.

“I was stupid enough to let my own prejudices get in the way of everything that I felt.” He started.

“I don’t blame you” Your voice was small. You were fighting back tears at seeing how upset he was.

“No. See that’s the issue.” He grabbed your hands and looked at you for the first time. “I made you think that you were different. Unloveable to the point where you felt like you had to go to Death Eaters to feel like you belonged. I regretted what I said the moment I had time to think clearly.” He took a deep breath. “I was so angry at the idea of it, I never thought to think of how you might be feeling. You never seemed so afraid of me as when I got mad at you. Merlin” He took a deep breath. “I would rather die than ever see that look on your face, let alone know that I put it there.” He moves one of his hands to your cheek, wiping a tear with his thumb in the process. “I love you more than anything y/n. I was a stupid git and I’m more sorry than you can ever imagine. I don’t deserve you accepting my apology but I’m here if you still want. I’m here no matter what.” His words took a few seconds to sink in.

“You know what I realized?” You said after a few seconds of silence. His face showed he was taking in every word you said. “I was so afraid of becoming like the rest of my family, I never stopped to think that I had a choice in it too. I could never be like them because I’m not them. I mean look at Sirius. If he can be raised in that family and still be as good as he was.” You paused. “I’m good because I want to be. Because there is nothing that is black and white. And most importantly I am not my mother.” George just stayed silent. You took another deep breath.

“You hurt me more than I can ever explain. And I do still love you. I love you more than anything in this world.” You smiled. “But boy do you owe me a lot of kisses to make up for this.” George sat still for a couple seconds, fully processing your words. Then a giant smile formed on his face. His arms wrapped around you and ripped you up from the bed. Spinning you as you yelped it pain.

In an instant, his lips crashed to yours, swallowing whatever sound you made. He was everywhere all at once. Hands gently exploring and your hands fused into his hair. He touched a spot that made you wince particularly hard and he separated from you just the slightest bit.

“Marry me.” He said, panting. You laughed, a fuller laugh than you had in months. “I’m serious. I should have asked you that day.” You just wrapped a hand in his hair.

“After all of this is over. I just might take you up on that offer Weasley.” He smiled once again before reconnecting your lips. You ignored the pain. After all, he had a lot to make up for.

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Kid - Carl Grimes

This isn’t based on any request. Just based on the idea that Carl has a crush on a girl in the group who is a little older than him and he desperately wants her to take him seriously.

Kid - Carl Grimes x reader

It was increasingly harder to tell time these days. Weeks, months, years passed and all you could really do was guess. Was it Wednesday, had the New Year started, was Ryan Seacrest still alive? Not all important questions but they served enough to keep you occupied. Things in your hometown had gone mad when the epidemic first started. Whenever that was. You had to be at least eighteen now right? Maybe nineteen? Who was to say. The last birthday you remembered was spent with a very special trip to Nashville, to see a Taylor Swift concert. Was she still alive?

Your mom had surprised you with tickets two days before your actual birthday and you’d been so excited you had cried and then you cried again watching Taylor on stage. To be fair you were turning 14 and it was a very emotional time for you. A week later and the dead were walking and your mom was evacuating the house.

And then somehow, through means that you glossed over whenever asked about, you ended up in Georgia, in a prison with a group of survivors that quickly became your family. Taylor Swift and birthdays and your mom and time were all part of some old world, one you couldn’t return to. And while all the other parts of life that you didn’t like were also gone you still missed sleepovers with best friends and ‘girl’s nights’ with your mom. Being at the prison was okay, and while it wasn’t teeming with kids your age there were a few. Beth was nice enough and Patrick was funny albeit a little more naive than anyone else living in the post-apocalypse.

And then there was Carl.

Despite what others had lost you and Carl gravitated towards each other, kindred spirits as Michonne had said, comforted by the knowledge that neither of you were alone in losing a mother. And that both of you had experienced the trauma of having to be responsible for your mother’s death. Carl had shot Lori in the head before she could turn, overshadowing the joy of his sister’s birth with the death of his mom. You had killed your mother right after you crossed the state line. You knew because looming above you was a sign that said ‘Welcome to Georgia’. A small herd of walkers had come out of the woods and when you tried to get away one of them grabbed your mother. Unlike Carl, you didn’t shoot your mother in the head. You shot her arm to loosen her grip when she wouldn’t let you go and then you ran, listening to the sounds of her screaming while she was being eaten alive.

“This life is all about hard choices.” Rick had offered when he and Daryl had found you on the road. They asked their three questions and you told them what had happened.

“She was bitten, I would’ve died if she didn’t let go. I didn’t want to die.” You didn’t cry as you relayed the story. The girl who cried at stupid teen movies and pop songs had stopped existing while you were still in Tennessee. This girl didn’t cry at anything.

After the prison you found your way to Glenn and Tara and eventually back with the whole group. The only kids who survived, made even more blatant by Beth dying in Atlanta, you and Carl seemed to draw closer to each other. The three years between the two of you had never really mattered, even at the prison and especially now as you travelled toward D.C. Eugene made a lot of claims, most of them untrue, but all of you were hoping that this would be the last time you had to pick up and leave.

Though things hadn’t been smooth in Alexandria when you first arrived, and trouble seemed to follow your group the way it did all those old school tv detectives, you still managed to settle into a life here. There were more kids but you had somehow graduated from that moniker. You started hanging around Rosita and Tara more, helping Carol with Judith, watching the wall with Sasha or Daryl. And Carl, who was still more skilled than you by your own admission, was expected to fit in with the kids there. Ron and Enid and the others.

“They don’t do anything, it’s like...they’re living in a bubble.” Carl had complained after the first couple nights there.

“That’s cause they are.” You laughed.

The two of you were sitting up in his room, trying to manage a game of war while Judith napped in her pack’n’play. It was the only card game either of you could remember and Carl mentioned that his mom had taught him how to play.

“Yeah but, I’m not. I don’t wanna sit around and play video games and pretend that doesn’t exist. They’ve never even been outside the walls, except Enid. I don’t get why she wastes her time with them.” Carl grumbled. For thinking he was above being a teenager he sounded an awful lot like one.

“Sounds like xbox isn’t the problem.” You laughed, glancing up from your cards to look at him.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you’re jealous.”

“I am not.”

“Come on kid, you totally are so. Remember when Beth dated...whatshisname? You were so moody. This is literally the same thing.” You replied, “Is Enid cute?”

“I’m not jealous and don’t call me kid.” He pulled away when you leaned over to ruffle his hair. “Would you stop it!”

“Okay, okay.”

“I’m not jealous.” He huffed, catching the look on your face.

While Carl’s attention was seemingly focused on Enid you were trying to prove yourself to his father, doing whatever you could to help both inside the walls and out. You weren’t sixteen like the other kids in Alexandria, you were old enough to help, to be given responsibilities. You had been out there and survived and that gave you a sort of authority in a place with most people, even the adults, had never ventured outside the walls. With you helping and Carl off running around the woods with Enid it was only natural that the two of you drifted apart. Gone were the days of confiding in each other. There were no more late-night stops into the other’s room to talk or just sit together. No doing chores with each other like you used to at the prison.

You didn’t really spend time together again until the aftermath of the herd and the wolves. While Alexandria tried to repair it’s broken parts you offered to help Rick look after Judith, take responsibility away from Carl so that he could heal.

“Come on, there are literal dead people walking the earth Carl, I think we’re passed high school bullshit. No one is gonna treat you different just cause you’re missing an eye.” You pointed out as you sat in the infirmary with him, changing the bandage on his eye.

Carl was holding his fringe out of the way so you could see his face clearly as you applied ointment around the wound. Your face was close to his and he was studying you as you worked. Noting any small imperfections in your skin. It might be the apocalypse but that didn’t mean you weren’t victim to acne and there was a small rash of a breakout on your jaw that Carl thought was kind of adorable. Even though you were probably annoyed with it. “You don’t know that.”

“If anything they probably think you’re like super cool.” You replied.

“No one thinks that.”

“Wrong again, I definitely think that. I’m sure Enid does too kid.”

“Whatever.” Carl rolled his eyes. Enid was alright and he liked hanging out with her, if only because she had been outside the walls too. But she wasn’t you. All Carl wanted was to get your attention and it seemed like every time he did it backfired on him. You were oblivious to him, no matter how hard he tried to get you to notice. Instead you thought he was interested in Enid and egged him on about her constantly.

He tried in the weeks that passed to get your attention. Rick started to trust him more and more with things around the safe zone. But still he felt like he couldn’t get your attention. And when he could it never changed. That annoying moniker of ‘kid’ that you adopted at the prison stuck every time you said anything to him. The tag at the end of a sentence that he wished he could cut off. It didn’t seem like there was a way to change your perspective until he stowed away on one of Negan’s trucks.

You were at the house with Judith when he was delivered back to the compound. The moment you saw him in the front yard you ran outside, leaving the youngest Grimes in her pack’n’play. The force of you throwing your arms around him as you collided with him sent him stumbling back a step, holding your waist in shock. He had finally surpassed you in height over the summer and had a good two inches on you so he leaned his head down to press his forehead against your shoulder while you held the back of his head with one hand.

“Carl.” Rick called his son’s name and the two of you broke away from each other.

You didn’t see him again until later that night when you went up to his room, a deck of cards in your hands though you had no intention of playing.

“Hey, can I come in?” You asked, leaning against the open door frame.

Carl nodded.

“You scared the shit outta me today Carl...I thought you for sure...” Your voice cracked and you paused to stop yourself from crying, “just cause you haven’t died yet doesn’t mean you can’t. You shouldn’t have done that.”

“Hey, I don’t need you to lecture me too.” Carl replied, taking your admission of fear as scolding. “I’m sick of sitting here doing nothing. They killed Glenn and Abraham, they have Daryl! And we’re just giving them whatever they want.”

“Your dad knows what he’s doing.” You said, coming into the room and closing the door behind you so no one would hear you.

“Oh yeah, Rick Grimes is so amazing. He knows exactly what to do all the time.” He replied sarcastically, glaring at you.

“I mean, Carl Grimes is pretty amazing too.” You joked, taking a seat on the bed.

“I just wanted to do something.”

“I know. I was just...I was so scared Carl. We’ve lost so many people.”

“What’s another name on the wall?”

“Hey! I made it this far because of you. Yeah, Rick and Daryl found me on the road but that would never have mattered if you hadn’t been at the prison. I survived because I had you.” You replied honestly, “you’re not just a name on a wall Carl...to anyone, Michonne, Carol, your dad, me especially.”

Carl leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours suddenly. Your eyes widened and just soon as he had kissed you he was pulling away, his own eyes wide as he stared at you in shock. “I should,” he stood up and rubbed his hands against his jeans anxiously before going to the door and opening it. “I should get some rest. Goodnight.”

You nodded, your mind foggy as you stood up and walked to the door. You stopped in the doorway and Carl looked away, trying not to meet your eyes as you stood across from him. “Goodnight Carl.” You lean forward and kiss his cheek, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

When he closes his door he realizes that for the first time in a long time you didn’t call him ‘kid’. And he can’t keep the smile off his face as he shuts his door and flops back down on the bed.

I adore Carl and am still bitter over his death. He’s a gem and I’ll fight anyone who says he’s a bratty kid. (that's my bratty kid thank you very much).

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siennaposts · 4 years ago

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PipeLine - Feedback and Reflections

Hi again, this post is about my critics on my game and feedback I received from other classmates. Throughout the make of my game, I was constantly playtesting in order to create the best experience for the player. Despite this, my game still resulted with a number of faults and glitches that I was unsure of how to fix.

In chapter 3, Fullerton said “As a designer, you must define the boundaries of the game and how players will enter and exit the magic circle.” Unfortunately I was unable to set physical boundaries in place which was not ideal as this led to a lot of criticism. Metaphorically speaking, I was able to set these boundaries using firm objective driven gameplay which was received well.

I used Physics 2 behaviour to allow the ball to bounce off all platforms, coins and spikes, however this meant I was able to push the platforms themselves around with the player platform. I messed around with the density of everything with trial and error before coming to the best conclusion I could get within my skills.

When the ball hit the players platform, at times the ball would go straight through without any form of collision. This is a major problem as it defeats the players role in the game. This would only happen on occasions randomly, so we were unable to pinpoint where the error was coming from. It can be assumed that the G develop software struggles with the Physics 2 behaviour and was the cause of this.

Quite regularly, the ball would bounce from the platforms and get stuck, glitching out and either teleporting it to outside the barriers, or making the ball only travel at one angle and a decreased speed. No matter how the players platform interacted with the ball, it would make no difference. This is another major problem as it interrupts the whole game play, having to restart the game. I believe this has to do with the angles of the platforms and G develop not being able to manage the Physics 2 behaviour well. I was unable to do anything to prevent this from happening as it was important to have some platforms at an angle as a challenge for the player.

Positives:

“This is a very fun and engaging concept!”

“The core concept of the game is quite unique and can very well be engaging to players. The idea that you are a platform guiding an object to the end instead of being a character on platforms is an interesting twist. Music is hella awesome too! Has potential!”

“I love the core mechanic of your game. It feels like you are playing pinball but you have almost total control of where the ball will go. The art style and music choice were very on point too. I am loving the game so far.”

“Overall, it is a very nice game with innovative mechanics. Well done!”

“I really like the idea of mashing up old arcade games like this and making it fresh.”

“I like the spacey feel with the background and music it feels really fitting.”

“As far as difficulty goes I think its pretty balanced. “

“I also thought the actual structure of the main level was well done and had a lot of variety to it.”

“The base idea behind the game is relatively unique for a platformer and is quite an entertaining experience that isn’t a carbon copy of other ones.”

“The aesthetic provided via the art style and music choice blends well into a minimalistic yet pleasing experience for the user to play through”

“The fact there are instructions within the game without having to just rely on the Read-Me is a major plus to the game itself.”

Negatives (and solutions)

“Have the board move faster than the ball itself. More often than not, the ball will bounce away and the player won’t be able to catch it before it hits the spikes.”

“Rotating the platform faster would be good as every-time I hit the ball, I am just not rotated enough. The ball could probably move a bit slower or have the player move a bit faster”

“The ball’s movement seem to be primarily controlled by the physic engine, which can lead to situations where it is hard to gain back control of the ball (i.e the ball is stuck between walls)”

“The spin mechanic is really interesting too. For now, pressing W feels like what would happen if I just held A or D, and I felt that, given it came across as a different mechanic, pressing W should do a new action. Rather than spinning slowly, what if pressing W caused the board to rotate really fast once or twice? Doing this could cause the ball to fly towards any direction, and could potentially be useful when the ball gets too close to a spike and the player just wants to move it away.”

“The game seems to punish the player quite hard if they miss a bounce. For example, the ball bounces toward the starting cell (or section) when the player is already at the final cell (or section), which is quite annoying to retrieve/redirect. Maybe spawn some barriers after the player has passed a section to avoid this situation…”

“I think for this type of game you might want to use something more solid to make the levels out of since the cylinders seemed to be pretty finicky especially when they’re just slightly rotated. I ran into a few glitches with the ball going under tiny cracks and becoming epileptic. One time the ball came back out after going through the ringer and had gravity all of a sudden, so it was super slow and kept sinking to the floor. If the levels were made out of basic pixel art I think it would make it easier to deal with collision and would also suit the whole arcade style thing better.”

“Hit-boxes for some of the objects i.e the spikes are not fitting, some objects clip through each other.”

“There are a plethora of bugs related to the game, with the ability to push walls out of place, clip through things and disappear entirely. It also seems that after the introductory level that your lives reset to 0, instead of the standard 3 as outlined in the Read-Me.”

“In addition to the board moving faster, the player would also benefit from the board being able to rotate at the same pace, if not faster. A faster rate of spin on the board would mean less time for the player to think about the direction and focus more on leading the ball somewhere. With how slowly the board rotated, it felt more like I was waiting longer than I should’ve?”

Additional Ideas

“Have a mechanic designed to never have the player lose track of where the ball is. Options for this would be an arrow pointing directly at the ball, or have the camera kinda zoom out when the ball is moving further away. This is just so that players don’t lose the ball within the maze-like levels.”

“I think you could also Frankenstein another arcade game to it and have Breakout sections of levels that you need to shoot the ball at to get into. Also maybe a special type of coin that slowly disappears the closer the player gets to it, so they’d have to line up a perfect shot from far away in order to get it. Another idea could be a different type of enemy that throws itself at the player and they’d have to shoot it with the ball or something.”

Overall, I feel that I have learnt many skills which will allow me to make a better game in the future. Stay tuned for the next project.

Fullerton, Tracy. Game Design Workshop : A Playcentric Approach to Creating Innovative Games, Fourth Edition, CRC Press LLC, 2018. ProQuest Ebook Central, http://ebookcentral.proquest.com/lib/qut/detail.action?docID=5477698.

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missprouds · 5 years ago

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headcanons.

It’s no secret that Penny is extremely close to her beloved grandma. Often times when she couldn’t see eye to eye with her parents she’d go to Suga Mama’s house for some clarity. Suga Mama always found a way to meet Penny in the middle and provide her with the guidance and wisdom she needed to make the right choice. Suga Mama’s house was also the birth place of her love for music.

Uncle Bobby, who still lived with Suga Mama after his own music career failed, would never know what to do with his frustrated niece when she’d come by looking for a reprieve from her parents. All Bobby knew was music and the way it healed, and so he’d put on his old records and they’d dance around the house until there was nothing but smiles and good vibes.

Growing up in the Proud household was never easy. Penny and her father have never been able to see eye to eye on literally anything, and Trudy could be just as hard to deal with as Oscar at times. Penny often felt trapped under her parents set ways, and there was never any chance of expressing those frustrations out of fear of her parents taking it as disrespect. What her parents didn’t seem to understand was the tighter the leash the more willing she was to pull on it. Penny knows she gave her parents their fair share of headaches with how often she snuck out of the house and disobeyed their wishes, but she just couldn’t help it. She was young and curious. Hell, she still is. She was always a good kid at her core though, and she tried her best. Her dad just never seemed to see it that way. Their fighting turned to near radio silence over the years, especially now that she’s away from home. She understands his feelings ultimately, and misses him of course, but she’s not necessarily sure she wants to be the one to make amends. Or even how to go about it. Penny feels as if she’s always the one bending over backwards for her father and he never once tries to see things from her point of view. She’s a little tired of constantly being the bigger person in their relationship.

Penny and Oscar are cut from the same cloth. Theyre both hard headed, passionate, persistent and stubborn. It’s the main reason why they can’t see to eye to eye. She thinks he’s overbearing, annoying and unbearable, and no matter how much she loves him she can’t change the fact that in the end she can’t stand him most of the time (when she’s not getting her way.). Trudy has once implied that Penny and her father have a hard time with each other because they’re so similar and Penny did not take it well. So, never compare her to her dad. Ever.

Penny feels it’s very important to acknowledge the various ups and downs in the black community. She’s only a kid when she sees her classmate Michael being bullied by her homophobic classmates, and she sees the way Djionay gets treated differently by almost everyone. Penny’s desire to do right by and accept everyone put her at odds with a lot of the small minded people at her school and in town. As she gets older she sees that these ideals expand far beyond Wizardville’s reach and those feelings sleep quietly across most of the community. She struggled for a long time with how to reconcile those differences. It felt disingenuous to shout black lives matter at protests for men who in the same breath talked down about black women (especially dark skinned black women) and saw gay men as less than. It took some digging but Penny is now in a place where she understands that fighting for her community has to include fighting for everyone in the community, and if your black activism didn’t make room for everyone then it wasn’t actually black activism. She’s unafraid of making others uncomfortable by calling out people for colorism, homophobia and xenophobia towards other races. Penny is quick to highlight her struggles as a black woman, but quick to acknowledge the way she experiences privilege being a lighter skinned woman from a middle class family. Unity before pride is her belief, and she learns that from her Suga Mama and her friends.

Penny is incredibly loyal and forgiving. No matter how many times Djionay, Sticky and Zoey back stabbed her or left her hanging in tough situations she always accepts them back into her life with open arms. She didn’t realize it when she was younger, but having friends who you can’t really rely on has really conditioned her into accepting being an afterthought to people. It took her a long time to unlearn that, and she still falls into the same traps of forgiving and forgetting but she’s working on it.

When Penny first moved away from home she worried about the twins, especially CeCe. She knows how hard it is to be a young girl under Oscar Proud’s roof and didn’t want her baby sister to feel stifled and trapped the way she had. So, imagine her surprise when she visited for the holidays and she found that the twins get away with just about anything. She’s happy her parents seemed to have relaxed their parenting style when it comes to the twins but if she’s being honest she thinks it’s a little unfair, and maybe she’s incredibly annoyed by it. So are the woes of being the eldest.

Uncle Bobby has an impressive record collection, and Penny always has free reign to visit and dive into music history with him. He instilled in her the importance of knowing the roots of the genres she loves, and through him she has a deep appreciation for all types of music. And while she’s a hip-hop, pop and R&B girl It’s important to her that she knows the history of black women in the industry and has studied the work of unsung heroes like Big Mama Thornton and Josephine Baker.

Aside from pop, hip-hop and R&B Penny would say funk, disco and soul music is her favorite as it’s the music her Uncle Bobby showed her the most. And of course, when his career was at its peak he was a funk singer.

Penny’s favorite artists are a reflection of who she hopes to be as an artist, but also the things that surrounded her when she was young. Growing up in a diverse community Wizardville is she was exposed to many different things and cultures, but back then R&B and hip hop ran the charts and that’s what all the kids around her were into. She thinks late 90s & 2000s R&B was the peak of pop culture, and you can still find her incorporating that into the way she dresses now.

When she’d get into a fight with her parents Penny would lock herself in her room, grab her headphones and put on her favorite mix CD. It was up there that she’d practice the dance moves to her favorite music videos and envision her future as a top selling R&B diva. Music was always her escape.

She was admittedly very boy crazy as a teen. Her father wouldn’t let her date but she still managed to find a way to spend time with the boys around time who caught her eye. She had a new crush every three weeks. Now she’s calmed down a lot and thinks boys are a distraction from her goals, but she can still be easily swayed and sidetracked by a pretty smile, so she tries her best to stay away from anything romantic. Her father would be proud honestly.

Penny doesn’t believe in being told she can’t do something. It’s how she finds herself on the football team in high school. And while it started out as a whim and later evolved into having to prove a point, being a football player is one of her favorite things. She likes knowing that in her own small way she’s shaking the culture and making a stand for girls to be able to do the same things as boys. She’s gotten good at ignoring the way visiting teams scoff and underestimate her. And she’s not a petty person (ok she kind of is) but she loves the shock on their faces when she shows that she’s just as good and tough as them.

Their sophomore year of high school Penny and her friends started a girl group. They entered various talent competitions in town including a televised dance competition on Hip Hop Helicopter. They find a life changing experience when they compete in the Wizard Kelly talent competition and win. Wizard Kelly signs them to his record label. Their first single found them touring the US, performing at malls and at Wizard Kelly’s many theme parks and malls. They generated a fan base and found success on the R&B and hip hop charts, and made waves on urban radio. But all that glitters isn’t gold. Tensions between the girls rose due to Wizard seeing Penny as the breakout star of the group, and beyond that the girls signed a really shady contract that ended up biting them in the end. The girls weren’t seeing nearly as much as they should have been and they had no creative control or say in the music they would be recording or the image they’d be putting out into the world, but Penny didn’t question it. She just figured that they’d have to earn more creative control and the money would be coming soon. Wizard Kelly, for all his talk of wanting to support the community, wasnt out for the girl’s best interests and production on their album was halted indefinitely when the girls couldn’t get along. Wizard bought the girls out of their contract and fired her friends, offering Penny a chance to be solo star. She took the deal and experienced even more success in the urban scene than the group had, but those same issues of creative identity and money rose again. When Penny began to ask questions Wizard shut her down and in the end she got dropped from her label before she could even finish recording her debut album.

It was a weird thing to have been so young and actively working in the industry. She was only fifteen and recording songs about love and heartbreak like she fully understood the concepts, and she was on the road away from home for so long. At first it was manageable because she had the support of her friends/bandmates but once everything started falling apart she began to feel alone and out of place. A few rather opinionated radio hosts slammed her for trying to be too grown too early, calling her “fast” while her tween/teen demographic felt seen. It was a confusing time for the girl and Penny, to this day, never talked about the emotional turmoil she was feeling at that time with her friends and family. She only channeled into poetry that never saw the light of day.

LPDZ had only officially released three songs before their split, but the girls recorded at least thirty songs for their debut album. As time went on Penny started getting a lot more solos in those tracks as Wizard shifted his focus to her. Looking back at it now Penny is honestly ashamed at how blind she was to Wizard’s games, and more importantly, how she let her own personal interests get in the way of friends’ feelings. During Penny’s short lived solo career she released four songs that excelled on the Billboard R&B charts, and scored one top 40 hit. She also was featured on a few songs with other popular R&B and rap artists at the time, including her at the time boyfriend 15 cent. Penny had spent the better part of her radio press tour and Wizard Kelly mall and theme park tour getting people excited for the inevitable release of her album, which she promised would be coming soon. That album clearly never came and she faded into near obscurity.

Wizard Kelly owns the distribution rights to all of those songs she released, and even the ones she recorded for the album that never came. The contract she signed prevents her and the people who worked on them from getting paid royalties on the tracks. This small fact is one of the many things that made Penny decide that she needed to learn more about music business.

Penny’s brief music career was a humbling and eye opening experience to say the least. And while it would have deterred most people from trying again, stubborn and persistent Penny Proud eventually just dusted herself off and got back up though it took some time. When it was time for college Penny initially majored in English, hoping to put her love and talent for poetry to use. Her heart was never really in it though, and after discussing it with Suga Mama she decided she couldn’t give up on the things she wanted. That’s just not the way she was raised. Trudy was understanding and supportive, although concerned about her baby getting hurt again. Oscar was harder to convince and the two fought about it for a while. In the end Penny decided she needed to do what was best for her as it was her life, not her father’s. So she sent out a transfer application and changed majors.

The industry as a whole is disappointing, scary and confusing to Penny. After all her struggles with Wizard Kelly, Penny’s confidence took a serious hit as she was forced to return home and deal with the whispers that she just didn’t have what it takes. Music was always her passion but it didn’t seem like she’d ever be able to pursue it on a commercial level again. Now that she’s pulled herself out of it and is actively working to tackle the industry again, Penny isn’t really sure what or how she plans to make a comeback. She just doesn’t know if she wants to sign to another label, start her own label or just be an independent artist. She just knows music is what she wants to do.

Penny wants to understand everything there is to about music, the ins and outs of production, A&R work. She hopes to put her talent for writing poetry to use and transition into writing her own songs. It’s important to her that she’s able to understand the creative process on many levels so she can hopefully have more of a say the next time she tries to get her foot through the door. She’s also taking a lot of music business classes so she can avoid getting tricked by a contract again.

The decision to transfer and switch majors was a scary one for the girl seeing as she’d already completed two years of college under the English major and everyone she knew was in California, but ultimately Penny feels like it was the right one even if it’s gonna push back her graduation a little bit.

Penny, while focused on achieving her goals, is still the fun loving girl she’d always been. You can’t keep her from a party and she’s easily spotted on the dance floor having the time of her life, or hanging with friends.

Penny has always been understanding and passionate, and she likes to think that she will always stand up for/do the right thing in the end. She’s the queen of the pep talk and long winded speech about what’s right. She’s a leader and doesn’t even really realize it.

Before all the LPDZ drama she and her friends had auditioned for the opportunity to be spare change dancers for the popular rapper 15cent. 15 ended up having a thing for Penny and he was technically her first real boyfriend, even if their relationship was short lived.

music is the easiest reflection of someone and while Penny listens to a little bit of everything her favorite albums are: Toni Braxton’s self titled album, Full Moon by Brandy, B’Day by Beyonce, and The Emancipation of Mimi by Mariah Carey.

WANTED CONNECTIONS/PLOTS

hi football/sports friends, she’d like them if possible. music pals of course. exes/drama, to quote the great hayley williams “give me something to sing about” so yanno do your worst or best. anything really is fine.

#one of these days i won't do THE MOST when making headcanons #one of these days #☆ headcanons.

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nijicx · 6 years ago

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BNHA OC- Shimisuke

Name:

Shimisuke ['Shimi' for short]Age: 17 (one year older than everyone else in first year)

Nationality

Japanese

Hero Name:

Pustule

Quirk:

Pustule [Gross-out Warning]

Quirk Characteristics:

Shimi has a particularly destructive quirk. Upon contact is made with the flat of his palm, tiny, almost microscopic barbs release a bio-toxin which immediately causes bouquets of pustules and boils to form. An even more intense effect can be had by scratching someones skin with his fingernails, which produce the toxin beneath the fingernails as a way to defend from would-be predators.

Lastly, he has two glands at the back of his mouth where his wisdom teeth should be. These have a hyper concentration of the toxin, and by coating things in the secretion from this gland, he can cause boils and pustules so large and severe, that he can command them to explode from a distance away.

Quirk Limitations:

Overuse sometimes causes him to have break-outs, which to him is the worst of any quirk limitation ever. He would much rather just get headaches or throw up like most people. He often wears masks to school after over usage. Other annoying side effects is when overused he can develop hives or rashes or his gums might swell.

While the toxins from the glands at the back of his mouth are incredibly useful for dealing painful damage to an enemy, he cannot shoot them from the glands. Instead, he coats something in it by putting it in his mouth and then launching it at them. The way he has devised for this to work is by chewing sour jawbreakers. The sourness stimulates the glands as it also triggers salivation, and then he places it into a sling mounted on his glove and shoots it at the opponent. There is a strap both between his thumb and fore-finger, as well as one on the back of his hand. While he is quite a good shot, a moving target at long range would be very difficult to hit.

Secondly, because his quirk can be very dangerous and destructive, he must be very careful when using it. When the large pustules or boils explode, infection can set in incredibly quickly for the opponent, and if they are attacked and get away, the opponent must seek medical attention shortly afterwards or possibly be left with a very painful flesh wound and dangerous infection of the tissues.

Background:

Shimi, like most young boys, dreamed of being a hero until he was around 11 years old. Before then he was a little shit. (Again, like most young boys) he gave teachers trouble, was rowdy, and was the class clown. He could be disruptive but was overall just a harmless, albeit, annoying little brat.

With a gentle tap his quirk can cause small breakouts on people and so his favorite gag was bopping one of them on the forehead during school picture day.

While messing around with his friends one day he got a brilliant idea to spitball a girl he had a crush on in class.

Nana was seen by the nurse and it wasn't serious, but it left her with a scar on her face for life.

Shimi was sent to a quirk doctor straight from the school and it was discovered that he had physically matured into the glands as they hadn't been present when his quirk manifested around 4.

He wasn't punished for the harm he caused as it was proven he had no idea he thought he would hurt her but he did get detention for the spitball in general. During his time in detention he became aware of how grave it would have been if she'd been hit in the eye. She likely would have lost her sight in it immediately. It left him feeling like he got off very easy for something that could have affected someones whole life.

After this is became rather introverted. Always fearful that his body would somehow mature and develop another new dangerous ability and hurt someone. He became distanced from his friends and instead, made relationships with people online, as he didn't have to make contact with them at all to be friends.

This led to him spending late nights online playing games with others to supplement the lack of human interaction during the day. It led to him getting the reputation of a lazy, sort of delinquent later in middle school. It also didn't help that rumors were spread and twisted that he had been bullying a quirkless girl, something that really didn't sit right with the other kids. It was in his second year of middle school that he was finally put back into a class with Nana.

He made up his mind that he needed to apologize to her better, since the first one he made was in the presence of both of their sets of parents and didn't feel like he got to say the things he wanted to say.

Approaching her wasn't difficult though, she had always been quiet and removed from most circles. She was quirkless and while she had friends she never really did anything with them. After explaining everything to her she told him that she never held it against them. Because of the two's lonely nature and being the last to be picked for everything in class due to how much he stood out as a delinquent, and how little Nana stood out at all. They worked together often and gradually became best friends.

Trouble with them didn't start until the end of middle school when they were studying and applying for the exams at the highschools of their choice. The trouble came when going through his paperwork she didn't see any applications for any of the known hero schools at all.

She shoved them in his face and asked what exactly he was doing in what probably was the most show of force he'd ever seen her exude. He told her that his quirk was dangerous, and that he couldn't know what its capable of. It being best to subdue it and try and live a normal life. Understandably confused by the sudden frustration from her he asked her if he was wrong somehow.

"I've never resented you for this until just now"

She stormed out, and this caused an almost month-long rift between then, Nana refusing to see or study with him at all. Eventually Shimi asked her to explain, since he didn't want to go off to highschool without knowing what he did wrong. Nanako relenting and explaining to him, that she didn't resent him for it, not because it was an accident, but because someday the same power that hurt her would be used to do something , which in-turn, would give her a reason not to be so self-conscious about it. She was a quirkless civilian and in her mind, could only be saved or hurt by others powers. And if it was a Hero who scarred her, the anger she felt about being born quirkless at all would disappear. Her outlook alarmed Shimi but she refused to be swayed.

They reconciled that neither could change the others beliefs but it didn't stop Nana's subtle guilt-trips which gradually got more and more out-there as time went on. The act of trying to motivate Shimi to do something with his power by showing him how cool he could look, actually helping her to come out of her shell a bit and become more confident. Often striking All-Might-esque poses while standing on benches and saying "THIS COULD BE YOU YOUNG-SHIMI"

This continued into their first year of highschool. They both got in, and since Shimi didn't have any particular motivations for his future, he decided to go to the school Nana was choosing. Not having her in his class though also meant less motivation to come to school again.

Shimi would often show up late to class with coffee and his headphones in, and was sometimes absent all together. His grades suffered and his teachers were all at a loss as to what to do with him as no amount of afterschool chores or detentions seemed to have any effect on him.

Close to the end of their first year of highschool, while Nana and him were walking home. She asked him again if this is how he's gunna live forever. Telling him that just having the choice already made his life so full of opportunities that she'll never even realize. And yet he wanted to live just like her instead. She asked him again, why he thought his quirk couldn't be useful, to which Shimi replied: "Because my quirk can really, really hurt people." To which Nana replied, "Yeah, and some people do it on purpose." Shimi applied for U.A. a week later.

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He was accepted but would be far too behind to enter second year, even if he spent all summer trying to catch up. Instead, he was allowed to join first years and start from the ground up. Therefore, he is a year older than the rest of the other students and was the butt of a lot of jokes in the beginning. Him and Gangan quickly became friends after their first match-ups and often team up when fighting against the kids in the International Exchange course.

Nana sends him a text before every big match that says "don't miss! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧" To which Shimi always responds "When in your life, have you ever known me to miss."

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Funfacts:

-Him and Winston are mortal enemies, Him and Gangan are rivals to most of my main U.A. children.

-He is a very good strategist likely because he's constantly playing strategy video-games. He is the one on his team who usually comes up with the plan of attack.

-He is a member of the same guild that Eite is in their online MMO, but neither know that the two spend all night playing with eachother.

-Because he is a year older than everyone in first year, people, to his dismay, trust him with a lot of things, and due to his dead-pan, rather removed expression, he can sometimes tease them by feeding them false information and then when they go "really" he'll be like "no." -_-

-Shimi means “blotch” in Japanese

#bnha #bnha oc #mha #mha oc #boku no #boku no hero oc #my hero academia #oc #fan character #art #anime #digital art #comic #sketch #hero oc #hero

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elizabethemerald · 5 years ago

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Dreams of Drowning: Chap 6

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It turns out, much to Jim’s disappointment discovering he has a magical destiny does not immediately absolve him of all his responsibilities. He had not yet figured out a way for the fire that flowed under his skin to pay rent. He also didn’t have a foolproof plan to break Claire out of 49B that wouldn’t end up with all of them in prison.

So Jim found himself morosely returning to work in the kitchen at the research facility that was keeping the woman he had fallen in love with in prison. He kept the stone that had granted his magic in his pocket however, and the whole time he tried to see if there was some way he could free Claire.

He determined very quickly, that being a cook didn’t not afford him many opportunities for breakouts or clandestine research. The kitchen was still short handed though they had hired one more cook, and he spent the entirety of each day running around trying to keep up with demand. Plus he had to train the new cook.

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At least at night he felt he was making progress on his desire to free Claire. He and Toby drove to the outskirts of town almost every night so he could try and practice with the strange stone. He felt he was getting better and better at controlling the armor and the powerful blasts he had come to call Daylight.

Jim could now make the armor change to suit his needs, including forming a helmet and a shield. He also could shape Daylight into whatever weapon he wanted. He usually picked a massive sword, feeling it matched the aesthetic of the rest of his armor.

Despite his growing magic his work continued to feel like a drain. The only thing he took pleasure in was making Claire’s food. He had completely abandoned any pretense of sticking to the recipe, only trying to make something that she would find delicious. He would occasionally feel her joy when she was fed, as he could still feel her power at the edge of his mind. She still hadn’t returned to his dreams since helping him save his mom. He hated to admit how much he missed seeing her, and he hoped she was recovering from the strain.

Now that he was learning his own magic he realised how much energy it took out of him, leaving him constantly fatigued. What had the amazing magic Claire had done to save his mom cost her? Speaking of his mom, Jim remembered he needed to call her.

Jim quietly excused himself from the kitchen during one of the rare slow moments and dialed her number. She answered on the second ring.

“Hey Jim!” His mom said brightly.

He was overjoyed to hear that she sounded better at least, the night Bular had come after her she had sounded terrible from her broken nose and crushed ribs.

“Hey mom. How are you feeling?”

“I feel amazing actually. I already feel almost like… that… never happened. I would have sworn I had at least two broken ribs, but the x-rays didn’t show anything. Zelda says I look better every day.”

Despite how series this call was he couldn’t help but laugh. “Zelda always thinks you look better every day.”

“That’s true, but I specifically asked her to be honest with me! And she would never compliment me when she didn’t mean it.” Barbara said very seriously, with just a hint of a chuckle in her voice. Then she started to laugh as well.

Jim laughed with his mom for a moment. “I’m glad you are healing quickly.” Very glad. Apparently Claire could do some amazing things. He wondered if he could possibly heal with his own magic as well. “But how are you feeling?”

Barbara hesitated in responding. “I’m scared. I haven’t experienced something like that since your father left and even he was never as bad as that.” Jim’s heart tore as her voice shook. “Zelda is helping a lot and so is Walter. We have a new security system at the house, and Zelda said she would make some calls to make sure that it never happens again.”

At that statement Jim was reminded of Toby’s ascertain that Zelda Lake-Nomura had killed people professionally before. He wondered if that was true. In the middle of that thought the ground started shaking. Another earthquake? His mom continued speaking.

“Zelda and Walter apparently have some contacts, some people they know who can help make sure that the house is safe. It really means a lot that they are working so hard to make sure I feel safe again.”

Jim braced himself near a door as the room rumbled softly. Barbara was talking like she hadn’t noticed there was an earthquake.

“I’m glad you have them around you. Hey, are you experiencing an earthquake right now?”

“Uh, no?” Jim could almost hear his mom looking around her house. There was no way an earthquake could be this strong and this localized that she wouldn’t be able to feel it just across town. Unless…

“Hmm, I may need to go. But I love you so much mom and if you ever need me I’ll drop everything to be there.”

“O-OK, Jim. I love you too.”

“I’ll call you tonight, by mom.”

As Jim hung up the phone the floor stilled. Now he felt foolish. He wanted to make sure his mom felt safe in her house after what Bular did to her. He might drop by later and see what security precautions Zelda and Walter were taking. They had some weirdly specific knowledge, he was sure they could turn the house into Fort Knox if they wanted to.

That thought blared loud in his mind. If they could turn his mom’s house into Fort Knox, could they also break into Fort Knox? Those two had a strange history that went way back. Who knows what else they got up to? Maybe he should give Strickler a call this week.

Before Jim could think more about that he felt the floor start rumbling again. Now that he was off the phone with his mom and paying attention he could also hear the distant scream that he had heard during the first tremor. He looked around but none of the other researchers or security personnel around him seemed to react to the scream, though they obviously felt the tremor.

Jim realized that with the scream echoing in his head he couldn’t feel Claire’s warmth. Her power usually flowed around the edges of his mind, but he couldn’t sense her at all. He focused for a second on the fire that burned inside him then reached out with his mind.

Chains. Screaming. Electricity. Pain.

He doubled over sweat pouring from his forehead. It felt like someone had hit him in the chest with a stun gun. Pain raced through his body, making his muscles seize. Several of the people around him turned to him as he fell to his knees, crying out as more pain flooded his mind.

Screaming. Shocks. Pain. Fear. Screaming.

“Claire.” He whispered.

A researcher, in a white lab coat approached concern on their face. Jim pushed himself to his feet and forced himself forward. He stumbled into the researcher, then passed him. He could hardly focus on his surroundings as he raced to the elevator.

Claire’s full power filled and dulled his senses. Her screams deafening him. The water that surrounded her filling his vision. Jim was barely able to push the elevator call button. By the time it arrived the tremors had stilled and he was able to stand up right, sweat still pouring off his head. He punched the button for the top floor.

Jim shoved his hand into his pocket and wrapped it around the stone. The stone he had gotten his powers from. It had lived in his pocket, never leaving his side. As he held it he felt his fire burn hotter through him.

He straightened his back, even as the tremors started again. The elevator door opened and he jogged out. He hammered on the door to one of the offices, drawing the attention of several other folks in the space. Only a moment later Toby opened the door, looking annoyed. His expression changed to surprise, then joy at seeing his friend, then fear at seeing the state Jim was in.

Jim pushed his friend into his office and closed the door behind him. Though this was the first time he had actually been inside his best friend’s office it was exactly what he would have guessed. The office was a bit cluttered, with papers, rocks and mineral cases scattered all over. There were some tools that surely had no place in an office leaning against one of the walls. And on every available surface there were pictures of Darci. Jim was surprised to see the number of pictures that were of him, but now wasn’t the time to discuss that.

“What’s going on Jimbo? You look like you’re going to have a fit or something!” Toby said pulling Jim to his desk.

“Toby these earthquakes aren’t natural.” It wasn’t a question. The tremor was continuing, Jim bent over, sweating again, as pain charged through him.

Pain. Fear. Rage. Pain. Screaming.

“You think it has something do with Claire?” Toby asked. Jim was barely able to manage as another wave of pain flooded him.

“I need to fall asleep right now. I have to talk to her. I have to try to protect her!” Jim pulled his fist out of his pocket, the stone of Daylight in his hand.

“Ok, dude. I have a sure fire way for you to fall asleep instantly. Lay down and get comfortable.”

Jim laid down on the office floor as well as he was able to with the pain still coursing through him. Toby fussed for a few seconds, folding up a jacket and putting it under his head before glancing at the door.

“What’s next Tobes?” Jim said past gritted teeth.

“I’m sorry Jimbo.”

Jim wanted to ask what Toby was apologizing for when his best friend cocked his arm back and punched him in the face.

He opened his eyes under water.

The water was a torrent racing around him, dragging his hair every which way. The chains that were bound to Claire’s wrists were stretched taut, holding her arms out straight from her body. She hung her head, her hair being pulled and swirled by the whirlpool of water.

Jim reached a hand out towards her and realized he was wearing his armor. The silver armor covered his whole body, it had even generated his helmet as well. On top of that, his whole body was covered in blue flames. The flames didn’t seem bothered at all by the crushing weight of the water around him.

As he tried to swim towards her through the current, Claire raised her head. Her shining white eyes grew wide as she saw him. She shook her head causing her hair to flow even more wildly.

“You-shouldn’t-be here.” Claire panted each word out, her arms straining against the chains that held her. “They’ll-hurt-you.”

She collapsed against the chains, letting her head loll down.

“I can’t just let them hurt you. I have to protect you somehow!”

“There’s-nothing-” Her words were stopped as another scream dragged itself from her lips. Jim’s heart broke at the sound. He could feel the electricity coursing through the water and pain filled his body. His screams joined her’s.

It took several years of shooting pain that may have only been a few seconds for Jim to realize that the pain he was feeling wasn’t his. It was Claire’s. She was broadcasting her pain into his mind. The electricity was still arching through the water, Claire strained against her chains as her body convulsed, the glow that normally flowed under skin reacting to the charge. However Jim couldn’t feel any of it.

He held up his hands and saw that the blue fire that surrounded him had increased into an inferno. The fire roared around him, racing over his entire body. His magic was protecting him he realized.

Jim focused on the fire inside him. The fire that burned in him since touching the Daylight rock. He pushed the fire out just he had breathed out onto the Drained Heartstone. The wild blaze burned brighter and larger moving through the water, extending around his body. Jim forced the fire within him out and pushed his arms out to the sides.

A wave of blue fire raced through the water away from him. As it passed over and through Claire her screaming stopped. Jim watched as the flood of cerulean flames bounced off the chains, highlighting them in the water. They also bounced off the walls of the tank they were in. Jim had never seen the walls of this place before, everytime Claire’s purple water obscured his vision. The tank she was being held in was barely large enough to hold her, with the chains tight her outstretched hands could almost touch either wall of the tank.

Claire gasped as blue flames danced around her body. She turned her head this way and that to watch the fires. Then she turned to Jim with a tired smile on her face. Jim swam towards her and put a hand on her face. He was miniscule compared to her, but he wanted to comfort her somehow.

The chains that held her loosened suddenly. As the slack allowed she pulled her arms into her chest and let herself sink to the bottom of the tank. She held Jim softly in one hand as she sank.

“Thank you.” Claire whispered. She pulled her legs up to her chest as if she was trying to make herself as small as possible. “I’m happy to see you come into your own magic.”

“Well you gave me this so I should be thanking you.” Jim said rubbing the back of his head while she carried him to the bottom of the tank. She shook her head at his statement.

“I didn’t give you anything.”

“Wait, the stone then?”

Claire shook her head again. Her dark hair billowed out, creating a halo around her. She tapped him on the chest, his flames leaped from his body to circle her hands and entwine with her fingers. “This power is from you.”

She sighed heavily. Jim felt a hundred questions pressing themselves into his head.

“You should go. You will be tired.”

Claire freed him and he felt himself drifting away.

“I will find a way to free you! I promise!” Jim said as he disappeared.

“Jeez dude! Are you ok?” Jim looked up in confusion at Toby’s face. His friend had obviously been mid panic attack when Jim woke up. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I hit you harder than I thought. I didn’t mean it, you just said you needed to be unconscious as quickly as possible. That’s all I could think to do! And then you started shouting in your sleep, like you were in pain.”

“It’s ok Tobes. I’m ok.” Jim sat up and wearily rubbed his face. He winced as his fingers touched the spot where Toby had hit him. “I was able to help her.”

Toby stilled at that. “They were hurting her?”

“Yeah. Electrocuting her. I don’t know why. I didn’t get a chance to ask. But I was able to use my magic to protect her.”

Toby sat down heavily on the floor next to Jim. His mouth was open a little. “That’s amazing dude. Like we might actually have the chance to get her out of here at some point if you can do that.”

Jim nodded. His head felt heavy. He stood and looked at himself in the reflection of one of the picture frames. He was going to have a black eye from Toby’s punch. He thought for a moment then let blue flames race down his arm to his palm. He took the flames and wiped them across his face.

Toby’s jaw dropped even further as Jim wiped the mark away like it was a stain on a plate in his kitchen. Jim knew without knowing how that he had completely healed the damage. Though even that small amount of magic on top of his exhaustion weighed on him.

“I think I’m going to call out for the rest of the day. I’m so tired.”

Toby could only nod and let Jim out of his office. Jim sagged against the wall for a moment then pushed off it to walk to the elevator. Every step took effort.

Just as Jim reached the elevator it opened and two people walked out. He recognized them as the head of research and the head of security.

The woman who was the head of the research department was a slight woman with curly red hair down her back. She had emerald green eyes and multiple gold necklaces and bangles. Her green dress matched and accented her eyes perfectly.

The head of security was a giant. Jim remembered Toby saying that Bular was this man’s son and the brute had been massive. Somehow his dad was even larger. He had to duck to get in and out of the elevator and was as broad as two normal people.

They had been deep in conversation as they stepped out of the elevator and almost ran right into Jim. She looked surprised when she saw him, then her face lit up.

“Ah! And what brings one of our cooks up here to the top floor?” She asked her voice cheery.

“Uh, the soup of the day today was clam chowder.” He said. Then continued his lie as smoothly as possible. “Mr. Domzalski is allergic to clams you see. But he said he desperately wanted a soup for lunch, so I told him I would whip something up without clams and bring it up for him.”

She smiled broadly and nudged her companion who had so far only glared at Jim. “If only everyone had such dedication to their work.”

She took Jim by the elbow and steered him away from the elevator back towards her office.

“My name is Dr. Le Fay. I usually try and get around to introduce myself to new staff but we’ve been so busy. And what is your name?”

“Uh, James Lake Jr. You can call me Jim though.”

“Ah Jim. The new cook who is breathing such a reinvigorating life into the menu. You can call me Morgan if you want.”

Jim couldn’t help but smile at this woman. She had a way of commanding attention without trying. They entered her office. Here there was more green and gold scattered around in the accents. Jim sat down heavily in one chair while she sat lightly in her own chair. The man stood with his arms crossed behind her. Dr. Morgan noticed Jim glance at him and nudged the massive man.

“Don’t be rude! Introduce yourself.”

“My name is Gunmar Black. You may call me Mr. Black.”

Jim tried for a half hearted wave, but Mr. Black didn’t move. Dr. Morgan gathered his attention with a delicately cleared throat.

“I’m always kept informed when we have new staff on hand. I apologize for not coming around to see how you are sooner. Since your arrival I look forward to each day’s lunch. I’m always excited to see what you come up with next.”

“Thank you. I’ve loved cooking since I was a little kid, cooking for my mom. Now it’s something I get to do every day.” Jim decided against mentioning the fact that the kitchen was severely understaffed or that he didn’t have nearly the amount of control over the menu as she seemed to think.

“How fantastic is that? Well I won’t keep you from it.” Dr. Morgan said, a clear dismissal.

As Jim dragged his body out of the comfortable chair Mr. Black glared at him. He blanched, the man recognized him. Bular must have told him about what happened at his mom’s place. He hurried out of the office.

Jim sat down heavily around the corner from her office. He was so bone weary. He just needed a moment before he went back downstairs to clock out.

A door slamming open almost made him fall out of his seat. Dr. Morgan angrily walked past her cell phone pressed to her ear as she put on a lab coat one handed.

“What do you mean, you don’t know how it broke? The entity has never been able to damage our equipment like that before! I’m coming down. You had better get my machinery back up and running, we cannot get behind schedule! I will not tolerate delays!”

The elevator finally came and Gunmar followed her into it. Jim’s hands were shaking. He couldn’t tell if it was because of fear or rage. Morgan was responsible for Claire’s torture! She had been right there.

Jim focused on his breathing as he tried to rein in his anger. He knew he couldn't have done anything, not with Mr. Black there. But she was the one in charge of hurting Claire.

He waited there in that seat in the corner. He was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep, but he wasn't going to let them hurt Claire any more. Regardless of how tired he was if the tremors started again he would have Toby knock him out again, as many times as necessary to keep her safe.

Instead of more shaking and phantom screams of pain he watched as Dr. Morgan stormed out of the elevator a few minutes later. She stomped into her office and slammed the door.

Whatever machinery he had broken when his magic protect Claire was clearly still broken. He dragged himself out of the chair and eventually out of the building with only a cursory excuse for his boss. Claire was going to be safe. At least for today. And he desperately needed to rest.

#toby domzalski #jim lake junior #claire nuñez #trollhunters #tales of arcadia #dreams of drowning #sorry if the read more doesn't work #as always send me any asks you hage about this story!

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sassypotatoe1 · 5 years ago

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Okay but when I was a baby child person, I had some very destructive stims, and people were constantly berating me for it so I had to figure out how to stop on my own without any help and eventually I figured out I could replace them with similar stims that are more productive. Anyway, here are some of the stims and what I replaced them with, hope they help someone:

Nail-biting > picking dirt from under my nails

Chewing pens > chewing gum & flipping the pen between my fingers

Picking at scabs and pimples > leaving scabs & popping pimples > a good skincare routine so I have no pimples to pick. This one is still a bit of an issue when I get breakouts but I find it helps to put ice or pimple cream on them instead because I still feel like I'm doing something, and if I'm not at home I'll keep my hands busy so I don't feel tempted to pick at them.

Unpicking seams & pulling off buttons > knotting frayed thread and cutting it (cutting is a great stim) or sewing seams or buttons I've already unpicked.

Scribbling and pressing pen nibs into the pen > doodling.

I can't remember anything else right now, and I'm not listing verbal stims because those weren't destructive just annoying and I was shamed into stopping them, I didn't stop them in a healthy manner.

Anyway, I stim mostly because of adhd, and it gets worse when I'm bored, but I do have anxiety too and I get particularly destructive when I have anxiety, so it's a huge part of my life and I didn't have anyone in my life recognize that I stim because I will go crazy if I don't they just saw how inconvenient it was for them and tried to make me stop. I hope this helps someone who deals with similar issues regarding their stimming.

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suburbantimewaster · 5 years ago

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Most Hated Characters

This is a list of characters I hate because they’re poorly written, not because they’re written to be hated. So Joffrey from Game of Thrones is safe.

Ross Gellar (Friends): Where to begin with this guy. He obsessed over a girl since high school and, when he gets together with her, acts like a possessive douchebag to the point that he doesn’t like Rachel going to a work lecture with a colleague. Then complains about her actually having a life outside of him when she gets a career in fashion. Even though, earlier, he didn’t like that Rachel was just a waitress. Not to mention his misogyny, where he refuses to hire a male nanny who was qualified in every aspect expect for being a man. Then makes a huge deal about Ben playing with a Barbie doll. Not to mention that he whines and whines about every small thing that goes wrong in his life, even though a lot of them are his own fault. People who complain about the live-action Jafar being too whiny seriously need to take a look at Ross Gellar, the king of whine.

Dawn Summers (Buffy the Vampire Slayer): While I absolutely love this show, and Buffy Summers is my hero, there is one thing I would desperately change about this show and that is Dawn Summers. Don’t get me wrong, I loved her whole key arc in season 5 but, in season 6, I just wanted to strangle her. She complains constantly about how Buffy doesn’t spend enough time with her because she has to work at a crappy job to support her. Which, if Dawn hadn’t purposely flunked her classes, Buffy wouldn’t have had to quit college and get anyway. Dawn regularly does stupid stuff, such as accidentally inviting a vampire in the house, and we’re supposed to side with her because “she’s just a kid.” Other than being the Key, this girl contributes nothing to the show. They should have just killed her off in season 5 instead of introducing that stupid plot hole just to keep her.

Every Single Character in the Big Bang Theory: That’s right, I hate them all. Sheldon for being a whiny spoiled brat, Leonard for being an entitled “nice guy,” Howard for being a perverted manchild (the latter staying even when he married Bernadette), Raj for being a whiny douchebag, Penny for acting like an entitled alpha bitch who mocks the guys’ interests even though they’re scientists and she’s a waitress, Bernadette for being an evil bitch to the point of making Howard give up his Tardis (I’m never forgiving her for that), and Amy for being every bit as evil and manipulative as Sheldon, even though she’s supposed to be the one that suffers. That’s right, everyone in this show has done something that makes me want to throw my shoe at the TV and my mom and I continued watching it just for the sake of completing it. Don’t get me wrong, I watch many sitcoms where the characters are insufferable douchebags, such as Seinfeld, but the difference is that the writers embraced the douchebags and rolled with it. Not try to make us sympathize and say that they’re good people deep down, which they’re not.

Ahmed (Thief of Baghdad): Okay, I did like his storyline in the beginning about how he learned not to trust his Grand Vizier Jaffar (the one Jafar was based off of) and how he went out into the world but, after that, everything interesting about him goes out the window. Throughout the movie, all he does is whine about his nameless princess and how he can’t live without this girl he knew for all of five minutes and who he met by breaking into her garden. The first time I watched the movie, my thoughts were “My God, shut up about your stupid princess already.” Is it any wonder that, when the movie was out, so many women wrote to Conrad Veidt saying that they would’ve chosen Jaffar over Ahmed any day?

Jack and Kate (Lost): That’s right, I gave Jack and Kate an equal spot. I’ll admit, Jack got cool at the end when he was all about the island but it doesn’t make up for seasons of bad writing we had to sit through about how everything on the island doesn’t make sense. Jack, you live on an island with a giant smoke monster and you saw your father’s ghost. The laws of reality are being severely challenged for you. Also, you had no proof that not pushing the button wasn’t going to blow up the island and you were willing to risk everyone on said island just to prove that you were right. Not to mention all the pointless flashbacks I had to endure starring you, such as that stupid flashback about the tattoos. It couldn’t have been something he did in medical school when he was drunk, it has to have some super special significance. Kate, on the other hand, started out cool but quickly became disappointing. You had a hardcore criminal on the show and her major plot was her stupid love triangle between Jack and Sawyer. Her reason for killing her stepfather (actually her real father) wasn’t because he was abusing her but because he was part of her. Seriously, what the fuck? She forces herself into the final climax by shooting the smoke monster, even though she had no personal conflict with him, and she wanted to get off the island, despite being a wanted criminal. I know some people have to want to leave the island, but you have to give them a legitimate reason. Wouldn’t it be more interesting if Jack wanted to leave and Kate wanted to stay, giving them a conflict that didn’t have to do with the love triangle?

Wesley Crusher (Star Trek: The Next Generation): The very character who started the trope Creator’s Pet, which used to be called The Wesley. He was the irritating boy genius that was smarter than everyone, even the super smart robot. Wesley played around in Engineering on duty, seeing how he could boost the sensors. When Data asked how I was asking why. He’s forced into the plot just to prove how smart he is, one time being given command of an entire project filled with older and far more experienced officers. He’s the only one who figured out that Data was Lore, even though it was super obvious to the point that a 5 year old could’ve figured it out, but everyone else was taking their stupid pills so that Wesley can look smart by comparison. Even Will Wheaton himself admitted to hating the character of Wesley Crusher. This is how NOT to write a boy genius while Peter Parker from the MCU is a great example of how to do Wesley Crusher right.

Neelix (Star Trek: Voyager): Words cannot describe how much I hate this stupid alien. He was supposed to be the breakout character of Voyager, a combination of Odo and Quark, and he came off more like Michael Scott on a starship. When he wasn’t incessantly bugging Tuvok, who made it very clear that he wants to be left alone, he was making adjustments to recipes no one asked him to make adjustments to. Neelix also forces himself into situations where he’s not wanted or needed, such as insisting that he be part of the security team. Not to mention his possessive jealousy over Kes makes Ross Geller look like a supportive boyfriend.

Connor (Angel): Meet the son of Angel and Darla that nobody wanted. He’s an unlikable bigot who tried to kill Angel and, even though he was misled, wouldn’t even consider that he was wrong. Then there was that whole Jasmine arc where he knew all along that Jasmine was evil, but went along with it anyway. At no point does he try to help Fred, who’s been there for him and cared for him, and he screws over not only the Angel crew, but everyone on Earth because he went along with a lie. Supposedly it was because it was “the best lie he’s ever heard,” but if that’s supposed to make me feel sympathy for him, you’re barking up the wrong tree. He got less annoying once Angel rewrote his memory.

Lana Lang (Smallville): I have saved the best, or worst, for last. Meet Lana Lang, Clark’s love interest who’s so amazing and strong, even though we never see evidence of either of that. All she does is get captured, have various stalkers declare their undying love for her, mope about her dead parents, who died before she could even remember them and was raised by a loving aunt and makes Clark mope about how he can’t be with her. She’s supposedly running the Talon (the coffee shop), even though she’s in high school and has no business training whatsoever. So many men declared their undying love for Lana Lang, it was ridiculous. This small town nobody had more stalkers than Lex Luthor, and he was the heir of a wealthy entrepreneur. Later on, she gets tougher by learning martial arts in the span of one day and ends the show by getting navy seal training. Then we have to have this whole sad scene about how she and Clark can’t be together because she sucked up kryptonite inside of her. Though, when they were together, she wasn’t really a great girlfriend considering that, when Bizarro replaced Clark, she had to be told by Chloe that her boyfriend’s an imposter. When Lana leaves the show for good, you’d think we’d get a break from it but no, we have to hear over and over about how amazing Lana is and how no one can ever dream of matching up to her perfection. Every time people talk about what an unbelievable Mary Sue Michael Burnham from Star Trek: Discovery is, I want to show them Lana Lang.

#most hated characters #wanted to do this for awhile #i got bored #trying to kill time

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ivesory · 5 years ago

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Beauty Ideas That Work Just Like A Charm

You can't ever get enough beauty tips as a result of the various techniques created because the seasons change. Women will almost always be finding new strategies for enhancing their beauty so you want to take part in this. This short article gives a great set of tips that can help you increase your beauty and stay the shining star you wish to be. Also check out: Glow Magazin

If one of the polishes starts to get thick and sticky

add some polish remover in the bottle. Add merely a little bit before shaking thoroughly. These assists give a few additional applications for your nail polish.

Think about using Vaseline to moisturize your feet before going to bed. This makes them soft and smooth such as you just possessed a pedicure done. Turn this into a nightly ritual for your beauty routine so that it turns into a habit. After using the Vaseline, keep your feet covered with socks ahead of slumber.

When your face is around the long side, you may make the effect seem less severe, simply by using some well-placed cream blush. Select a dark rose or brick shade, then use your fingertips to make use of the color only on the apples of the cheeks tend not to extend the hue past this aspect, as it could make your facial skin appear, even more narrow.

Tired with dealing with a lot of frizzies and flyaways?

Rub lotion to your hands and after that very gently run across the frizzy part of the hair. This assists those annoying strands to put flat with your entire hair and be non-existent all through your day.

Make sure your foundation matches. Before buying a brand new foundation, you need to test it on the inside of your wrist. This skin is similar to your skin on your face and will give you a good example of what this makeup will look like in your face and how it feels.

Be sure your makeup pencils are sharpened. When you constantly sharpen them, they are clean at any time you use them. Makeup pencils are simpler to sharpen when you place them in your freezer for 10 mins first.

Don't turn the heat around 11 when taking a bath or shower.

Your natural oils will escape if you find hot water in your pores. You will probably wash away the oils you need. Wash with lukewarm water to best deal with the skin. These assist create and keep soft, supple skin. You will also reduce costs by lowering your utility bill.

Curry leaf chutney can stop gray hair if you consume one teaspoon of this every single day. It includes important nourishment for hair health and will help retain pigmentation with your hair. For the healthy scalp, apply rosemary oil.

The most skilled makeup artist sometimes has difficulty applying lipstick neatly. Once you have applied it, utilize a cleanup brush that has been dipped in powder to place the powder all across the lip outline. Next, use a disposable wedge sponge to blot away any excess powder which might be left.

Avoid refined foods as part of your daily beauty routine

Refined foods eliminate most of the nutrients that might naturally be located inside the food. Often the great situations are replaced by chemicals and fortifiers. Your overall health will vastly improve, not only your skin, nails, and hair.

Drink more fruit juice to obtain more beautiful skin. Eating a lot of fresh vegetables and fruits will prove to add benefits to both your whole body plus your skin. Drinking juices made with them is a healthy strategy to incorporate them into your diet. Have juice instead of sugary drinks, and you'll notice a good alternation in your appearance.

To acquire smaller pores, cut refined sugars from the diet

Eating huge amounts of refined sugar enlarges your pores, and can also cause breakouts. If you have a sweet tooth, try sating your cravings with natural sugars much like the ones present in the fruit. The skin will unquestionably many thanks for it!

Use the foundation as a concealer. In case you have exhausted your concealer and need to use some, take the makeup that has collected beneath the cap of the foundation. It will hide tiny blemishes you may have.

If you wear your hair inside a ponytail often, move the position of the ponytail around from time to time to stop hair breakage. Constant stress and friction within the same area of the hair shaft can weaken hair, but placing the elastic or rubber band in different positions prevents the same spots from being rubbed repeatedly.

Toilet paper is a wonderful way to remove oily shine

The coarseness in the paper can help you blot your skin layer. Get a square and place it firmly on the areas you are concerned with. It'll help quickly!

Don't smoke if you want to achieve true beauty. Smoking results in wrinkles and aged skin. It may also cause yellow teeth and sallow skin. Quitting smoking, or perhaps not starting in the first place, will help to keep you young and vibrant looking. Look at this before lighting up.

When examining beauty items

it is wise to be sure to take a look at several reviews as possible. It is sometimes not worth the cost to pay a great deal for any product when you can find the same sort of product for far less. In other cases, it is vital which you spend the additional money to obtain the right product.

When you have naturally pale skin, developing a healthy glow can be a problem. A great deal of makeup is not required to get an attractive looking skin glow. For the most natural-looking results, work with a glow product around the hairline, the chin, the apple parts of your cheeks and the bridge of your nose.

With beauty advice ranging across many different techniques, methods, and in many cases forms of products to work with, you can find interesting things to become learned. You can get a better sense of beauty in using the latest techniques and finding out a little more about your beauty and enhancing your natural charm much more.

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