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izzyisafreak · 3 years ago

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what do u want to happen in OFMD season 2? 👀

I have so many thoughts, thank you for asking! Here's a probably incomplete list of things I want to happen:

1) Lucius being alive, literally don't care how or why but bonus points if it's funny, and bonus bonus if he's hiding on the ship and that becomes part of a major plotline

2) Would love to see Izzy slowly come to understand that he really fucked up with Ed, and see him try to fix it

3) a scary Kraken the scariness of which mainly stems from him completely losing any remaining sense of self-preservation, thereby leading the crew into dangerous situations without plans (this is the behavior that really kicks Izzy into gear, lord knows he does not vibe with casual disregard of self-preservation)

Just to ramble about that point for a bit, I can see the Kraken being a scary presence on the ship, especially around the others, but bonus points if they make it clear that he's only putting it on in public (i.e. Ed crying alone last season). He had gotten just a glimpse of being able to have what his mother and the world told him he'd never be able to have, fancy things, Nice Things, and whether Izzy understands it or not, I think the way Ed interpreted their convo was through that lens. What was he thinking, thinking he could have that kind of life. That he could try to be a nicer person. He sees the Kraken in himself and he's terrified of it. But now he has convinced himself it's the only thing he's allowed to be. Honestly i don't think Izzy was intending to do anything more than bring Blackbeard the strategist, the brilliant sailor he admired, back. The Kraken doesn't have self preservation, because deep down, Blackbeard doesnt want to live if he's living that way. So i feel like that's going to get the remaining crew of the Revenge into trouble. and as Izzy said "I'm not dying, not for that ponce and not for you." So I see Izzy coming to realize that this is not what he wanted and coming up with some kind of plan to fix it. This might inherently involve some character redemption for Izzy but i really would love for him to stay a grumpy grumpy bastard at the same time. This brings me to

4) Izzy still an angry little man but we get to see his whole antagonistic vibe used in ways that are actually helpful for everyone else. Would be very fun to see him get along with the rest of them, but in the way where he's reluctantly grumbling the whole time and they're all like 'and this is our angry guy that we've adopted, if you look at us the wrong way, he'll probably kill you 😊'

Back to the Ed situation, to combine my earlier hopes into a hope that relies on 1 and 2

5) Izzy (and like the entire remaining Revenge crew except Ed) discovers Lucius in the walls but only AFTER he's already started to realize he needs to do something to help Ed. Then everyone gets to team up on some crazy plan to like, go get Stede or something idk

6) First Badminton brother style, Ed sees Lucius as a ghost and it's both sad and hilarious. Ghost!Lucius is basically the voice of Ed's inner conscience, letting us as the audience hear Ed's internal conflict without him having to voice it himself.

7) speaking of the Badminton brothers, i want there to be a triplet. Then after Stede somehow accidentally kills him in some ridiculous way, I want there to be another badminton, some other family member, inexplicably played by the same actor but now with no canon explanation. I want this to continue in the same inevitable pattern of them dying and another one showing up (always the same actor) until the end of the show. Endless Badmintons. I think it would be absolutely hilarious

8) Jim gets to have some murder attempts, as a treat, mainly of Blackbeard and Izzy, mostly in the early part of the season. Would love it if Izzy is very very aware of the danger they pose whereas Blackbeard comically somehow doesn't notice every single time (if he did that'd be bad for Jim probably so better for him not to notice, also funnier too)

9) would absolutely love to see Izzy duel someone but like in a context where we're rooting for him and he gets to look deadly competent and very very cool. Bonus points if it helps redeem him in the eyes of Stede and/or the crew

10) a slowburn love story for Izzy, like it would not be resolved or even Near Resolved by the end of season 2. I'm pretty biased toward an eventual Pete/Izzy/Lucius because 1) i think it'd be cute and 2) i would die for actual polyam representation, that would be so cool. But I'd take anything, I just want him to start healing

Though to be clear, I don't want it to be the romance that heals him, that's why I want it to be slowburn. I want him to be an active participant in his own healing, would love to see clear signs that he is Trying. He's still a bastard, but he's a bastard who will sit and watch the talent show without complaining. Would love to see moments where he snaps at someone, starts to walk away, stops and grimaces at himself, turns back and through gritted teeth attempts to rephrase whatever he said in a nicer way. Then the fact that he is trying, is getting better in his own way is what opens him up to have more meaningful relationships with other people in the crew.

11) Lots more backstory for the rest of the crew + Izzy. Whether that be through literal flashbacks or just mentions of what they did/where they came from before the events of the show, I would love to get more info about everyone.

12) would love to see Black Pete go through some kind of development re: his what seems to be compulsive lying or strong need to boast about things and the way he idolizes Blackbeard. I think the latter part is going to fizzle out as soon as he finds out Blackbeard tried to murder Lucius. But it would be interesting if someone (I'm biased toward Izzy lol) just kinda confronted him on it and were like, dude why do you do that? You don't need to try to impress people all the time.

I'd like it to be Izzy because I love Izzy but also because I think he'd be like, if you want people to respect you, then just work on being a fucking great pirate. Learn how to sail, how to swordfight. Fuck, if you agree to take it seriously, I'll teach you. Don't make me regret this. That could be a season 3 plotline for all i care i just think it would be fun and would help them both. I want to see Black Pete become truly competent in his own right, get to the point where he can be like, i did this really cool thing and it was badass, and he really did do it, and people really do believe him.

13) during the early season aftermath when it's still just the few remaining crew on the revenge, I want Frenchie to pull off a really cool con, fuckery style, but in a similar vein to what he did on the rich people ship, and i want it to get them out of a situation where they otherwise could have died, and I want everyone to be very impressed, especially Izzy

can you tell i like Izzy, he's in like 90% of my bullet points lmao

14) i want to find out where in god's name the rest of Blackbeard's crew went and where his ship is, it's so funny that he literally just left his ship somewhere

15) more subtitled Olivia, that bit killed me I would love more of that

16) oluwande and jim. More please, i love them. That is all. But also Jim having to reveal more and more about themselves over time and they hate it but it fills oluwande with glee so they slowly start offering more and more information of their own free will

17) i think the whole point of the end of last season was that stede and Mary would never see each other again but also hear me out it would be hilarious if Mary met Ed, like, the 'the love of your life is BLACKBEARD?!" potential is fantastic also Mary is awesome and i love her and would love to see more of her

18) post reunion, we see everyone eat breakfast lunch or dinner several times and each time the meals get more and more ridiculous and elaborate with no explanation and a grinning Roach in the background. Also more doctor Roach. More Roach in general ("come back! it's just a dream!" absolute top tier comedy, i need more)

19) oh and duh i want stede and ed to reunite, however they decide to do it is fine, a little angst would be fun for sure but definitely a happy ending with a really sweet kiss would be great :)

And given that i have almost 20 points here I'm gonna stop for now lmao if i think of any more big ones maybe I'll add on more! thank you for coming to my ted talk and thank you for asking!!

#ask #this was fun to type up thanks for asking!!#season 2 hopes #ofmd

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rainydayhogwartsimagines · 4 years ago

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Falling in love with Draco (Draco x reader!Slytherin)

Warnings: Mental and Physical abuse, physical and magical fighting

Draco of course noticed you, first year

My God could you be anymore beautiful?

You were very very quiet though, anytime anyone would talk to you you'd just nod or ignore them.

The amount of joy that boy had when you turned out to be a Slytherin was amazing.

Still though even like a week into school you were still quiet.

You'd just sit there and read in the great hall or do your work in class

There'd be a few moments where you'd be called out for being good at your work but other than that you seemed to be attempting to just be silent the whole time.

Finally though Draco managed to get you to make some sort of noise when he told a stupid joke.

Like it was so stupid. But the kid thought it was genius.

Lucky for him you have a weird sense of humor and laughed at it.

It was like music to his ears to hear it.

So then he was determined to get you to talk.

He would say hello to you every morning

You'd just give a polite nod

He'd compliment you but you'd just look away.

Then came a day where Snape called on you randomly and you seemed extremely uncomfortable with that

So Draco raised his hand instead and took the question.

That's when you really began to notice Draco

You would sit a little closer to him or actually begin to respond to certain things.

The first morning when he said "Good morning" and you said it back he literally just froze in place

He immediately sat down in front of you and ate breakfast with you that morning.

You began to sit with him more and occasionally you'd actually make a comment and he'd just smile.

When he got detention you actually did something stupid to end up in detention with him.

He was confused by why you did it but truth be told you were worried he'd do something even worse with Potter present

You seemed a lot more courageous looking at the dark lord than Draco did let me tell you

Draco grabbed your hand and booked it though.

Eventually summer was rolling around and you and Draco agreed to write to each other.

Weirdly enough he found that your personality was very perky and outgoing on paper.

When you both ran into each other it was in Diagon Alley.

Draco was of course excited to see you.

You actually said the words "Hi Draco."

He introduced you to his father and immediately you had this odd switch go into your personality.

You curtsied and actually spoke

Draco was shocked and Lucius seemed to approve of your elegance before telling Draco he'd be elsewhere and he had a few minutes before they had to go

"What... Was that?" Draco asked.

You shifted uncomfortably.

"my father is the same way." You answered

And that was the first time he ever heard you mention home.

Draco rode with you on the train and you of course listened to his common complaint

Harry Potter

You were a bit more vocal as you listened which was pleasant to him.

"Y/n can I ask you something?" He asked.

"mmm hmm?" You nodded.

"Why are you so quiet?" He asked.

You seemed to be uncomfortable by that question before you sighed.

"My family tends to speak over me... And I guess I just stopped talking after a while because I was never listened to anyway." You answered.

So Draco made it his mission then and there to make sure you were comfortable talking around him

He assured you that he'd always listened if you needed to speak.

You gradually began to open up around him

You and him actually ended up being partners in all of his classes which made you two happy

Then came the chamber of secrets

And oh boy

That was bad. Because your mother was a muggle. And you were on that hitlist.

And then he called Hermione a "Mudblood" in front of you.

You actually got quite pissed off at him and he naturally did not know why.

"Y/n why are you so upset? It was just an insult--"

"My mother is a muggle Draco." You snapped.

And you didn't really mention a lot after that.

He actually apologized to Hermione and it got back to you that he did

You two made up, thank God.

You were there when the duel went down

But at one point it got very strange because of the fact that you actually ended up dueling someone too.

And you were REALLY good at it too

Draco experienced a backflip in his heart.

Christmas rolled around and you were still at hogwarts

But so was Draco

And Draco's father actually sent you a gift

Draco told him that you were a big reader so he sent you a book of stories.

You actually loved it too

Draco loved seeing your smile.

You actually got something for Draco which was a jacket

Which during the winter he kept it on all of the time.

The two of you were inseperable

Which is why when you got petrified Draco was freaking out.

There was not one day he didn't visit you in the hospital wing.

When he saw Hermione out and about he knew you were awake and he sprinted

For the first time you hugged him.

You told him what happened, finding a basilisk in the bathroom mirror and then basically blacking out.

The summer was a little bit more fun because you spent the first half of it with Malfoy's family.

You loved his mother, she was honestly very sweet.

But Lucius scared you at times

To be fair: he scared everyone at times

But then came a moment where your father visited and snapped at you for no reason and Lucius did not take well to that

He showed a protective nature to you and you didn't really fear him anymore.

When you went home you were a little less talkative but your mother did notice you speaking more to her.

Usually about Draco.

When you went back to school Draco had changed and so did you.

Your hair was longer, slightly curlier but overall something was attractive with you and Draco could not for the life of him figure it out.

But Draco... His hair was no longer slacked back and he was taller.

He always had you by his side too, even if you two didn't have a class together he'd walk you to and from it.

You asked him why he did that and he said "The last time I left you alone here you were attacked by a basilisk."

You ended up being the one who was attacked by Buckbeak btw

Which you wholeheartedly said openly was your fault because you got too close without bowing.

But it all happened so fast.

You knew to bow but you tripped and ended up in his personal space

Draco immediately intervened, pulling you behind him and he got bit.

You took him to the hospital wing yourself and thanked him for that.

His response was "Better me than you"

You smiled at that.

You two were so close by this point

Then came the lesson on boggarts

You actually loved professor Remus, he was so cool to you.

The class was fun... Until this lesson

Your boggart was your father.

You didn't even speak, it was like you were mute the entire time.

The boggart tried to inch forward but Remus then intervened.

You noticed what his fear was and knew what he was then and there but didn't say anything about it.

You were asked to stay after class and you did

Remus asked you if everything was okay at home and you didn't really answer, giving him all the information he needed.

Remus then began to almost look after you

Draco was really worried after that lesson though, asking you if everything was okay

You then told him about your father finding reasons to just scream at you

He hated hearing this but seeing you cry as you described it didn't exactly warm his heart either.

He just hugged you and assured you that you'd be spending your summers with him even if he had to use force

Hogsmeade was the funnest trip ever

You were now more talkative so a few more students were friendlier to you including Ron and Hermoine

Course Draco wasn't too thrilled with your friends but dealt with it because you were socializing and that was progress.

You two spent the entire trip goofing off with each other though with snowball fights and getting butterbeer.

You were slowly falling in love with each other and it was becoming so obvious.

You two were looking at the shrieking shack and you noticed footsteps leading to it.

"Draco..." You said.

He was again, rambling about Potter.

"Draco." You said louder.

"Hmm?" He finally noticed.

"Someone's in the shack." You pointed out.

He frowned. "...I don't think we should--" "I'm going to investigate--" "Y/n no." Draco halted.

"And why?" "Because it's dangerous Y/n and I don't want to see you hurt." Draco said.

You slowly began to realize just how protective Draco actually was over you.

Well you can't say the boy didn't try

You found out Buckbeak was going to be killed and you kept trying to reason with Draco's father.

He wouldn't listen and you finally just went to Harry and begged them for help.

Harry agreed to and you all got into an argument with Draco which resulted in you actually getting punched after you jumped in the way of hermione's hit.

Draco was naturally pissed and she felt guilty.

"Guys I'm fine. This isn't the first time I've been punched, it probably won't be the last." You sighed.

That's when your boggart began to make a bit more sense and then Draco's alarm bells in his head were practically screaming.

Differences aside even Harry had to admit that this was a noticable problem

You all still went on the rescue mission for Buckbeak though

The whole time turner thing weirded you out.

Draco was actually in on it this time, which was weird as hell.

So when all of you made the discovery of A) Remus hiding Sirius black and B) Remus also being a werewolf it was a bit of a shock

Well the second one you already knew.

But that first one still had you reeling.

It didn't help when Ron's rat turned out to be Pettigrew and you all learned the truth of when Harry's parents died

Even Draco felt bad by that point.

When you all went back to Hogwarts will the information you all agreed to not say ANYTHING to anyone.

The group was still suspicious of Draco but if you trusted him then he had to be at least somewhat of a good person.

Draco's promise was taken literally and you spent the whole summer with him

Draco's parents were happy to have you but something was just off about them at the moment.

That's when you heard the rumors that they supported the dark lord and it began to make sense

You didn't mention it though.

Strolls through the manor

Draco becoming even more attractive

You becoming even more attractive, especially in Draco's eyes

His parents beginning to notice the love in his eyes when he spoke to or about you.

The smiles you two have when you tease each other.

Then you find out you're going to the world quidditch game and you're excited.

You'd have moments where you'd lean over and tell Draco something in his ear and you'd both laugh

Narcissa and Lucius would be hiding smiles.

You two were so close even his parents thought it was cute.

You running into your father at the game and the whole Malfoy and Weasley family both stepping in to protect you.

Which led to this begrudging respect for the Weasley's from the Malfoys.

You ending up spending a few minutes with the Weasley's before the whole thing went to shit.

You almost being attacked until someone pulled you behind a tree and put their hand over your mouth.

You of course recognized the family ring and immediately felt safe knowing Draco was with you.

You both thought the whole events at the game was odd but didn't mention it.

You both going to school and you actually being even more talkative

The goblet of fire competition being announced and the schools coming in was so cool to you.

Draco loving to see you with a smile on your face.

However there was a new problem this year

It was the FACT THAT A DURMSTRANG BOY SEEMED TO LIKE YOU

You having fun moments with Draco where he'd steal your books and race you to class with them.

You running after him and jumping on his back to get them.

Ron and Hermione both knowing "Oh they are so going to date"

You getting worried about Harry when his name popped out of the goblet of fire

The trio getting closer to Draco which leads to him not hating Harry as much as he did before.

Harry and Hermione both noticing Draco getting jealous of the Durmstrang boy

Him getting pouty when you actually talk to the Durmstrang boy.

Harry almost dying of laughter when Draco's best insult at the time was to call him a member of the Russian mob.

Hermione coughed up her drink, Ron was dying and he was sinking into his seat when he found out you and the boy both heard him.

Draco planned on asking you to the Yule and actually asked Hermione for advice.

"Uhm.. Draco why ask me?" She asked.

"Because you're a girl and you understand. It's not like Weasley or Potter would understand." He sighed.

"She likes you Draco. Just ask her." She reassured.

"She... Does?" He asked.

" All of her free moments are spent with you. Everytime we've seen her, she's with you. Even this conversation is about her. Come on Malfoy it is obvious." She said.

So he geared up to ask you

But then this became a race of sorts because the Durmstrang boy had the same idea.

So Hermione, Ron and Harry took it upon themselves to be wingmen and bombard the poor guy with some really dumb questions.

So Draco asked you, and of course you said yes.

Draco giving the friend group the thumbs up

Them all silently cheering and then when you turn around all of them acting normal

Those God damn dance lessons.

"Love if you focus too much on your movements you're going to screw up more" Draco warned.

"I can't help-- what did you just call me-- WOAH!"

Both of you falling and laughing.

Draco falling even more in love as he looked at you.

"Wait I thought your family were nobles?"

" I hid during parties I don't dance." You laughed.

Him feeling even more special because you agreed to go to a dance with him

Both of you smiling the whole time

Even McGonagall is noticing the sparks flying between you two.

Narcissa being the one who sends you a dress

It being gorgeous on you

The guys all waiting at the bottom of the stairs for you and Hermione

Draco almost falling over because my God you're beautiful

Him smiling the whole time dancing with you

A slow song coming on and you resting your head on his chest with him resting his chin on your head.

When the last note of the song plays you looked up at him and you both just... Kissed

You both smiling at each other

Harry and Ron both being happy for you two

You and him both being so in love the entire time

Even after the ball you and him are just in love.

Then everything came to a screeching halt after Cedric

Harry comes back and Cedric is just lying there

You're cheering at first but then you notice Harry isn't getting up and you sprint down there.

Draco also runs down there and sees Cedric.

You just comforted Harry until Mad Eyed moody came over.

You spent the summer again at the Malfoy's after that.

And then Draco started acting very strange one day before dragging you to his room and telling you what was happening

Which was that Voldemort was moving in

And they needed you to join him so you'd be safe.

This wasn't just Draco voicing this, Lucius and Narcissa both told you this too

You and Draco made a pact though that you wouldn't actually be supporting the dark Lord

And you both stuck to that

But you bearing the mark wasn't enough for Voldemort.

So Lucius took you aside and asked for a favor

Of getting engaged to Draco

You were shocked but agreed to it

You were given a family ring and when you came back to school no one could believe it.

Both you and Draco still agreed though that if you survived to see the end of the war, you'd get married.

You joining the Order of the phoenix.

Both of you.

Sirius actually thinking "Damn. This kid is actually barrable." To Draco.

Tonks LOVING you

Both you and Draco being shocked to see Snape at the manor

You both not saying a word

That bitch Umbridge coming in

You and Draco being able to get away with shit because Draco is headboy

Draco always having you by his side, no exceptions.

Fred and George wreaking havoc

You and Draco both smiling the whole time

Umbridge getting PISSED

Then her getting taken by centaurs and you and the group celebrating

The wicked bitch was gonneeee

Halle damn lujah.

Pt 2 coming soon.

#draco imagine #draco x y/n #draco malfoy #draco x reader #slytherin

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twoidiotwriters1 · 4 years ago

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Written In The Stars CVII (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: I’m not entirely pleased with this book, I could’ve added more stuff but it was already too big so I’ll just write 'em as hidden moments. The last two chapters are still a MASTERPIECE, i can’t wait for y’all to read them -Danny

Words: 3,467

Series’ Masterlist

Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

Listen to ‘Six Feet Apart’ -by Alec Benjamin

Chapter Five: Out of the Routine.

"You think he'll be all right?"

"Harry did nothing wrong– conjure a Patronus in the condition he was... that's impressive!"

"You can make one, can't you? What form does it take?"

"A dog of course," Sirius smiled. "A shaggy, fluffy lad..."

"Mine's an eagle– Matt could conjure a phoenix, but I guess you knew that..."

"So, Sirius..." Mel hopped on the table. "How was my mum when she was younger?"

"I was a loving, rational witch," The woman replied. "Next question–"

"You were loving all right," Sirius raised a brow. "But that wasn't it. I distinctly remember one afternoon when I said you were nowhere near as skilled as James to play quidditch... When you finally made it into the team –as a beater, mind you– you threw a bludger right at my face."

"It proved my point," The woman said. "However, I'm trying to teach this one better manners than the ones I had–"

"Doesn't seem to be working," Sirius teased.

"What I really wanna know..." Mel continued, interrupting their playful banter. "Who was the real heartbreaker of the group? Was it you, Sirius?"

"Me?" Sirius snorted. "I had a few dates but I didn't break hearts. People considered me too childish."

"They were right about that," Emily said. "I used to think James was the heartbreaker..."

"James was harmless! He spent years chasing Lily like a puppy– But of course, you wouldn't have noticed–"

"Remus was quite the catch too," She gave him a pointed look.

"Ah, yes– Remus," Sirius stammered. "Remus... you know what? I reckon we held him back from getting a few lovely girls back in the day."

"How come?"

"He would always think that girls were after us– You know, James and I– but I believe most of them were after him and Matt!"

"Can't blame them," Emily smiled.

"Ruddy was the heartbreaker, to be honest..."

"What?" Mel laughed. "My dad? The same bloke that spent years chasing my mother just like James with Lily?"

"He was in love with your mother, but the bastard was clever!" Emily scolded Sirius and he apologized distractedly. "He knew how to flirt his way out of detention!"

"Flirt his way out?" Mel couldn't believe it.

"Those eyes..." The woman sighed. "One look and a dashing smile and you were a goner! I was so glad when I discovered you didn't have 'em! Hard to say no when he was looking at you in a certain way..."

"She may not have his eyes, but she certainly got the look," Sirius smirked. "I could tell you exactly when I've seen her do it–"

"Padfoot, you're playing with fire," Emily warned him. "Teach that girl how to trick others and soon enough she'll have a group of fools under her command!"

"Is that so bad? Ouch!" Mel joked, earning a slap on her arm. "All right– I promise I won't use any tricks with you... What about school, though? You know some kids are bullies, this might come in handy."

"Sounds good to me! Here's what you do..." The man stood in front of her.

For the next hour, Sirius practised with her until Emily gave up and sat as well, sharing a few tricks of her own. By the time they walked out of the kitchen to do their chores, Mel was well versed in the tricks of the Marauders.

She promised that she wouldn't do any of those things for the fun of it, and never to a friend. Desperate times required desperate measures, that was all. She was aware of how she'd rambled for years about hating lies, but she also needed to convince everyone that her crush had vanished. There was no other choice.

Harry announced, looking much livelier than before, that all charges had been taken and he was going back to Hogwarts for another year.

"I knew it! You always get away with stuff!" Ron exclaimed.

"They were bound to clear you. There was no case against you, none at all..." Hermione smiled, but she was a bit pale still.

"Everyone seems quite relieved, though, considering they all knew I'd get off," Harry joked as Emily stood behind him, running a hand through his hair with pride.

"You've got your sense of humour back, then?" Mel asked. "Good, you were starting to get annoying..."

Harry gave her a look divided between amusement and doubt, he didn't know if she was joking. She wasn't planning on clearing things out either.

"He got off, he got off, he got off —!"

"That's enough, settle down!" Mr Weasley told his kids, waving a hand as if that could quiet them. "Listen, Sirius, Lucius Malfoy was at the Ministry —"

"What?"

"He got off, he got off, he got off —"

"Be quiet, you three! Yes, we saw him talking to Fudge on level nine, then they went up to Fudge's office together. Dumbledore ought to know."

"Absolutely– We'll tell him, don't worry."

"Well, I'd better get going, there's a vomiting toilet in Bethnal Green waiting for me. Molly, I'll be late, I'm covering for Tonks, but Kingsley might be dropping in for dinner —"

"He got off, he got off, he got off —"

"That's enough — Fred — George — Ginny!" said Mrs Weasley. "Harry dear, come and sit down, have some lunch, you hardly ate breakfast..."

" 'Course, once Dumbledore turned up on your side, there was no way they were going to convict you," said Ron, sitting down in front of Harry and putting a bunch of food on his plate.

"Yeah, he swung it for me," said Harry.

Mel leaned against the cabinets, examining him carefully. For some reason, Harry acting all giddy and happy only made her feel sadder. She wanted to look like that too, she wanted to pretend nothing was wrong and she was sure that if she were to try and sit next to him, Harry would let her. Still, part of her was hurting, Harry'd walked away because he'd gotten scared about the lifeline and true to his nature he'd tried to protect her.

The idea made her blood boil. Who was he to decide? It was her life! Not only that, but his stupid plan hadn't worked at all, now she could feel even more stuff than the previous year. To hell with pretending they were still friends. She moved away from the cabinet to leave the kitchen when Harry hissed, touching his scar.

"What's up?" said Hermione.

"Scar– But it's nothing... It happens all the time now..." The boy caught her staring and she froze.

"Well," Mel replied crudely. "You should learn to control it– Don't want that happening during class..."

"Mel! Don't be so unfeeling–"

"She's right," Harry agreed, giving her a hard look. "I don't want to give any more ideas to the Daily Prophet."

Sirius was acting like a child and it was driving her crazy. It was half selfishness and half worry. She wanted nothing more but to make Sirius realize he wasn't going to be alone nor unhappy. He had Emily, and Mel was pretty sure that they were on the verge of something.

Without Sirius, she was forced to spend more time with Ron, Harry and Hermione, because if she were to spent time with Ginny she would only think about Harry and their time together.

The twins were excellent distractions, but Fred was always trying to flirt and though it was a joke and wasn't making her uncomfortable, she was starting to like it. That worried her. She didn't want to ruin their friendship.

"You belong at Hogwarts and Sirius knows it. Personally, I think he's being selfish," She heard Hermione say one afternoon while they were cleaning more rubbish.

"That's a bit harsh, Hermione, you wouldn't want to be stuck inside this house without company," Ron explained.

"He'll have company!" said Hermione. "It's headquarters to the Order of the Phoenix, isn't it? Emily is here almost all the time! He just got his hopes up that Harry would be coming to live here with him."

"I don't think that's true– He wouldn't give me a straight answer when I asked him if I could."

"He just didn't want to get his own hopes up even more– And he probably felt a bit guilty himself, because I think a part of him was really hoping you'd be expelled. Then you'd both be outcasts together."

"Come off it!" said the boys.

"Suit yourselves. But I sometimes think Ron's mum's right, and Sirius gets confused about whether you're you or your father, Harry."

"So you think he's touched in the head?"

"No, I just think he's been very lonely for a long time," Hermione shrugged.

"I have to agree," Mel was dying to talk about her suspicions with someone apart from her uncle. "I think that's about to change, though..."

"What d'you mean?"

"I'm saying," She looked around. "My mother and Sirius are spending a lot of time together..."

They looked at her silently until Hermione asked, "Wait, you don't think..?"

"I do."

"And you're okay with it?"

"Mum's been alone for years, it's time. Even better if it's Sirius."

"Dunno," Ron said awkwardly. "Bit weird to think of Sirius and Em together, don't you think? Them being friends for so long... I mean, Sirius was friends with your dad, wouldn't that make things weird?"

"Why?" Mel frowned.

"It'd be like betraying him, wouldn't it?"

"My dad's dead, Ron," She replied bluntly. "Don't you think he would've liked to see my mother with someone that would treat her well? Someone he knew?"

"Maybe..." He shrugged. "I just don't see Sirius as a dad–"

"Whatever," She thought it had been stupid to think they would support her idea.

Harry opened his mouth to say something, but Mrs Weasley interrupted.

"Still not finished?"

"I thought you might be here to tell us to have a break!" said Ron "D'you know how much mold we've got rid of since we arrived here?"

"You were so keen to help the Order, you can do your bit by making headquarters fit to live in."

"I feel like a house-elf..."

"Well, now that you understand what dreadful lives they lead, perhaps you'll be a bit more active in S.P.E.W.! You know, maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to show people exactly how horrible it is to clean all the time — we could do a sponsored scrub of Gryffindor common room, all proceeds to S.P.E.W., it would raise awareness as well as funds —"

"I'll sponsor you to shut up about spew," Ron muttered, Hermione didn't hear it.

"Have you guys gotten your letters?" Mel entered the boys' room. "You won't believe who's got her Prefect–"

The twins apparated, causing her to scream.

"You twats!"

"Sorry, Lady! We were just wondering who assigned the Slinkhard book," said Fred.

"Because it means Dumbledore's found a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," said George.

"And about time too."

"What d'you mean?" Harry asked.

"Well, we overheard Mum and Dad talking on the Extendable Ears a few weeks back, and from what they were saying, Dumbledore was having real trouble finding anyone to do the job this year."

"Not surprising, is it, when you look at what's happened to the last four?"

"One sacked, one dead, one's memory removed, and one locked in a trunk for nine months," Harry counted with his fingers. "Yeah, I see what you mean."

"The dead one and the idiot without memory had it coming," Mel mentioned, sitting down on Harry's bed.

"What's up with you, Ron? What's the matter?" Fred approached the boy and read over his shoulder, his eyes widening. "Prefect?"

"Prefect?!" George got closer and snatched the letter from Ron's hand, the badge falling from it. "No way..."

"There's been a mistake– No one in their right mind would make Ron a prefect... We thought you were a cert!"

"We thought Dumbledore was bound to pick you two!" said George, pointing at Mel and Harry.

"Funny you mention it..." Mel said, but they didn't let her finish.

"Winning the Triwizard and everything!" Fred continued.

"I suppose all the mad stuff must've counted against him," said George.

"Yeah... Yeah, you've caused too much trouble, mate. Well, at least one of you's got their priorities right, though I must say, Mel, I'm a tad disappointed about you being a Prefect."

"How d'you know I'm one?"

"C'mon! There's no way you're not! Private lessons and all..." Fred walked over to Harry and glared at Ron and Mel. "Prefect... ickle Ronnie and Lady Dumbledore..."

"Oh, Mum's going to be revolting," George rolled his eyes.

Ron, who still had not said a word, took the badge, stared at it for a moment, and then held it out to Harry as though asking mutely for confirmation that it was genuine. Harry took it. A large P was superimposed on the Gryffindor lion. He had seen a badge just like this on Percy's chest on his very first day at Hogwarts.

The door banged open. Hermione came tearing into the room, her cheeks flushed and her hair flying. There was an envelope in her hand.

"Did you — did you get — ?" She spotted the badge in Harry's hand and let out a shriek. "I knew it!" she said excitedly, brandishing her letter. "Me too, Harry, me too!"

The twins turned to look at Mel with matching shocked expressions.

"No," Harry quickly dropped the badge on Ron's hand. "It's Ron, not me."

"It — what?"

"Ron's prefect, not me."

"Ron?" Hermione blinked. "But... are you sure? I mean —"

"How come you're not a prefect?" George asked Mel. "Hermione's clever– but you–"

"I've caused as much trouble as Harry," She shrugged. "And I would've told you so if you hadn't interrupted me! And yes, 'Mione, that badge belongs to Ron."

"It's my name on the letter," Ron straighten his posture as if daring her to speak.

"I... I... well... wow! Well done, Ron! That's really —"

"Unexpected?" said George.

"No! No, it's not... Ron's done loads of... he's really..."

"He's clever, brave, and has done nothing to prove he doesn't deserve that badge as much as Harry," Mel replied. Ron blushed furiously.

Mrs Weasley walked into the room holding some folded robes.

"Ginny said the booklists had come at last... If you give them to me, Emily and I will take them over to Diagon Alley this afternoon and get your books while you're packing. Ron, I'll have to get you more pyjamas, these are at least six inches too short, I can't believe how fast you're growing... what colour would you like?"

"Get him red and gold to match his badge," said George in disgust.

"Match his what?"

"His badge," Fred grimaced. "His lovely shiny new prefect's badge."

Mrs Weasley rose her face in slow understanding.

"His... but... Ron, you're not..?"

Ron held up his badge timidly.

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That's everyone in the family!"

"What are Fred and I, next-door neighbours?" said George, huffing when his mother pushed him out of the way. Mel patted his shoulder, holding back her laughter.

"Wait until your father hears! Ron, I'm so proud of you, what wonderful news, you could end up Head Boy just like Bill and Percy, it's the first step! Oh, what a thing to happen in the middle of all this worry, I'm just thrilled, oh Ronnie —"

Mel laughed, incapable to hold any longer. Both twins were beyond displeased. What surprised her the most, was that she found herself pleased about not being a prefect.

"Mum... don't... Mum, get a grip..." Ron groaned as his mother continued to kiss all over his face.

"Well, what will it be? We gave Percy an owl, but you've already got one, of course."

"W-what do you mean?"

"You've got to have a reward for this! How about a nice new set of dress robes?"

"We've already bought him some," Fred lamented.

"Or a new cauldron, Charlie's old one's rusting through, or a new rat, you always liked Scabbers —"

"Mum... can I have a new broom?" When he saw her mother's look of uncertainty, he added, "Not a really good one! Just — just a new one for a change..."

Mrs Weasley smiled lovingly.

"Of course you can... Well, I'd better go get Emily if we've got a broom to buy too. I'll see you all later... Little Ronnie, a prefect! And don't forget to pack your trunks... A prefect... Oh, I'm all of a dither!"

"You don't mind if we don't kiss you, do you, Ron?" said Fred as soon as their mother left.

"We could curtsy if you like," said George.

"Oh, shut up," said Ron.

"Or what? Going to put us in detention?" Fred smirked.

"I'd love to see him try," sniggered George.

"He could if you don't watch out!" said Hermione.

Mel laughed along with the twins. She heard Ron mumble 'Drop it, Hermione' and she took pity on her poor friend.

"Enough you two!" She hit Fred's arm lightly. "Ron didn't ask to be made a prefect."

"We're going to have to watch our step, George," said Fred, pretending to be fearful, "with these two on our case..."

"Yeah, it looks like our law-breaking days are finally over," said George with a dramatic sigh.

The twins Disapparated after that.

"Those two!" said Hermione furiously, staring up at the ceiling, through which they could now hear Fred and George roaring with laughter in the room upstairs. "Don't pay any attention to them, Ron, they're only jealous!"

"I don't think they are," said Ron doubtfully, also looking up at the ceiling. "They've always said only prats become prefects... Still," he added on a happier note, "they've never had new brooms! I wish I could go with Mum and choose... She'll never be able to afford a Nimbus, but there's the new Cleansweep out, that'd be great... Yeah, I think I'll go and tell her I like the Cleansweep, just so she knows..."

Mel watched him rush out of the room.

"Harry?" said Hermione.

"Well done!" His voice sounded too happy to be genuine. "Brilliant. Prefect. Great."

"Thanks... Erm — Harry — could I borrow Hedwig so I can tell Mum and Dad? They'll be really pleased — I mean, prefect is something they can understand —"

"Yeah, no problem," He had his back to them, still talking with too much joy. "Take her!"

Mel waited until Hermione left with Hedwig, she waited until their friend closed the door... Harry straighten up from packing his trunk and sat heavily on the edge of his bed. He hadn't noticed she was still there and quickly covered his face with both hands as he grimaced.

She didn't know what to do, if this had happened a year back she would've held his hand and they would've found a way to cheer up. She wasn't upset about not being a prefect because her priorities had changed a bit since she was a kid, but seeing the disappointment in his eyes... They weren't friends, but she was decent enough to not walk away.

"I suppose you feel hurt."

Harry gave a start revealing his teary eyes to her, Mel continued calmly.

"If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine," She made her way to Ron's bed and sat down. "But I get it, my twelve-year-old self is rolling on her grave."

"I... I don't..." Harry stammered, then fixed his eyes on the corner of the wardrobe.

He stayed quiet for a few seconds before a bitter, sarcastic laugh came out. He shook his head slowly and cleaned his nose with the back of his hand.

"You're right– Ron didn't ask for this... I shouldn't..."

Mel wasn't going to pressure him. If he was going to talk great, if not, she'd done enough. The sound of footsteps brought them back and Harry composed himself at the speed of light. He stood up and fixed a casual grin on his face at the exact moment Ron burst into the room.

"Just caught her! She says she'll get the Cleansweep if she can."

"Cool... Listen — Ron — well done, mate."

Ron's face changed drastically.

"I never thought it would be me! I thought it would be you!"

"Nah, I've caused too much trouble," Harry admitted. "Mel's right, we're too far gone."

"I have to pack my stuff..." Mel stood up, patting Harry's shoulder but retreating her hand as if he were burning to the touch.

She didn't know what she could've said. That he wasn't completely alone, perhaps. That they could still find a common ground and talk, hopefully soon.

Next Chapter —>

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sistersblack · 4 years ago

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tomjr replied to your post

“i’m in a ‘i am going to cause problems on purpose’ mood and it is...”

Do you have a post on why you like Lucius? As someone who, admittedly, isn't a massive fan, I'd love to read why! :)

okay.. i have to admit my reasons for loving lucius aren’t really as serious as my reasons for loving snape. his character hasn’t had any profound impact on me, i mostly just think he’s fun & has a lot of unexplored potential.

as a preface, i’m team ‘fictional preferences aren’t a reliable indicator of real-world morals.’ also this is probably going to be a bit of a mess. it got much longer than intended and turned into a more meta than anything else but anyway--

i’ve always been partial to villains (my fave hp character has been snape since i picked up the first book, and back then it was because he was such a bastard) so lucius being a bad guy doesn’t bother me. a lot of the criticisms of his character are variations of “but he’s a death eater!!!” which just makes me go …and? it’s like saying you can’t like bellatrix because she’s a voldy-fanatic or that you can’t like voldemort because he’s.. voldemort. i know people actually do say those things but to me it doesn’t make sense. a character being a de or in the order has no bearing on whether i like them or not.

i’m not going to argue against lucius being a bad guy, but i do think he’s kind of terrible at it, at least compared to his cohort. i don’t think he’s sadistic like other death eaters or as fanatic, either (which i think comes to light in his dh arc). to me, he’s the ‘order people around, then stand back and watch as they do your bidding’ kind of villain. i’d even argue that this line

“Lucius, my slippery friend,’ he whispered, halting before him. ‘I am told that you have not renounced the old ways, though to the world you present a respectable face. You are still ready to take the lead in a spot of Muggle-torture, I believe?” (GOF, ch. 33)

is a reference to it. he doesn’t delight or participate, he leads. i do think he’s killed and tortured (he probably got some kicks out of it, too) but i’ve always interpreted him as a character whose usefulness comes from his connections (and if we want to talk headcanons, i think he’s got a good strategic eye). we know the second war differs greatly from the first; from what little information we get about the first war, it seems that death eaters were making a much more controlled and effective effort that resulted in actual changes to wizarding society. (to digress a little, i think that’s what a lot of death eaters actually signed up for, not the killing/torture and harry potter business, otherwise voldemort’s numbers in the first war don’t really make sense.) but in that context, lucius is a valuable player to have because he’s got the connections, diplomacy, and resources to infiltrate places like the ministry and encourage the right parties to support voldemort’s plans. it might not exactly make him likable, but it’s something i like to think about.

the above quote touches on some other things that make me interested in him. while definitely a blood-supremacist, i’d argue that lucius’ loyalty to his family/to himself far outweighs his loyalty to voldemort. i’ll talk about the malfoys in a bit, but on the topic of choosing to become a death eater, i think he was swayed by what voldemort was selling—a society of only purebloods, where he’s promised glory. joining voldemort is perfectly aligned with his own goals, but when that’s no longer the case, he’s got no issue dropping voldy and claiming he was coerced; he doesn’t scream his loyalty like bella and willingly ruin his life (and his family’s life) to serve his lordship. as to why that makes me like him, i kind of just always like the self-preserving prick character. it’s a big part of why i love narcissa, too. (and why i think they’re perfectly matched, but more on that here).

also, what i mean when i say he’s fun is like… okay so lucius is the kind of person where if i met him irl, i’d spend every second in his presence thinking about how much i want to punch him in the face. he’s that rich, snooty asshole who knows he’s above the consequences us mere mortals have to worry about, but it makes him fun to write. he can do whatever he wants because he knows he can get away with it and i always have a good time when i write him in fic (even when I’m torturing him).

the other thing is that i think lucius’ character is a bit like snape’s in the sense that it’s been warped by fanon (jason’s portrayal is part of it too, though i do love it). my biggest pet peeve about the discussion around lucius is how most of it revolves around draco, and how the people who want to defend/woobify/redeem draco immediately jump to ‘lucius was an abusive father.’ i always sort of want to ask why they think that, but i know it’s not really worth the effort.

(there’s the argument that raising a child with extremist views, even with good intentions, constitutes abuse on its own. but imo that’s a different conversation & not really relevant bc people don’t tend to use that as an example of lucius being a bad father, they jump right to him being verbally/physically/emotionally abusive.)

anyway, my point is

“My father’s next door buying my books and mother’s up the street looking at wands. […] I think I’ll bully father into getting me one and I’ll smuggle it in somehow. […] Father says it’s a crime if I’m not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree.” PS, ch. 5.

that book!lucius

“My Lord,” said a voice, desperate and cracked. He turned: there was Lucius Malfoy sitting in the darkest corner, ragged and still bearing the marks of the punishment he had received after the boy’s last escape. One of his eyes remained closed and puffy. “My Lord … please … my son …” DH, ch. 32.

doesn’t really

“Wouldn’t it be … forgive me … more prudent to call off this battle, enter the castle and seek him y – yourself?”

“Do not pretend, Lucius. You wish the battle to cease so that you can discover what has happened to your son.” DH, ch. 32.

support the fanon

“[…] Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy running through the crowd, not even attempting to fight, screaming for their son.” DH, ch. 36.

there’s a bunch of other little moments that give us an insight into the malfoy family dynamic (like the fact that lucius actually listens to draco’s rambling; eg. “… everyone thinks he’s so smart, wonderful potter with his scar and his broomstick —” / “you have told me this at least a dozen times already.” – or his reaction to buckbeak; “father’s not very happy about my injury- […] he’s complained to the school governors. and to the ministry of magic.” - or the fact that draco constantly defends him). i don’t think it’s enough to suggest that the malfoys were a happy-go-lucky family, but everything put together paints a picture, and it’s not one of a cold, abusive household. i won’t bother pulling apart the ~lucius abused narcissa~ fanon, because i do that a bit on my narcissa post and it essentially boils down the same thing.

basically i think lucius is unfairly lumped into the category of death eaters who are incapable of anything ‘good.’ like, yes, he’s terrible, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t or can’t love his family. to say so directly contradicts a lot of his canon material (looking @ you, cursed child). but anyway, my interpretation of the malfoy family dynamic is a large part of why i love lucius as a whole (bad guy who loves one (1) thing is a good trope and that is a hill i will die on) and i think the way his loyalty to the cause™ battles with his loyalty to narcissa and draco creates some interesting scenarios to consider. overall i think there’s a lot of unexplored potential with him.

i’m ending it here bc i can feel my attention span starting to slip, but tl;dr

also one last obligatory reason: he’s sexy (and i’m saying this as a lesbian)

#tomjr #lucius #meta #mine #lucius malfoy #a thousand words later...#i've missed stuff but i'm tired now so

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tsukikoayanosuke · 4 years ago

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Me Rambling About Future Twisted Wonderland Events and Other Stuff Nobody Ask

Okay. A few days ago I found a theory that Grim was based on Jabberwocky written by @spindlebeforesunset . It was a convincing theory and I really like that. But this it got me thinking, if this is the same Jabberwocky from the Alice in Wonderland live-action movie, then we have an actual representation of Disney Live Action Movie.

Seriously. When the world is talking about POC and LGBTQ+ representation, I’m here talking about Disney Movie representation.

This also got me thinking about the Events we got (Happy Beans Day, Fairy Gala, and Ghost Marriage). Most of them are inspired by Disney Movies, but I’m still not sure about Ghost Marriage. I’m guessing that we will be definitely getting more Events between Pomefiore-Ignihyde and Ignihyde-Diasomnia, maybe even Diasomnia-Finale. So, I went through the Disney Wiki and looked at the list of animated canon to see what event we can get.

More rambling below!

As we all know, Walt Disney Animated Canon has eight eras of animation (according to the wiki, usually we mash the Bronze Age and Dark Age together):

Disney Golden Age: Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (1937) - Bambi (1942)

Disney Package Film Era: Saludos Amigos (1942) - The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad (1949)

Disney Silver Age: Cinderella (1950) - The Jungle Book (1967)

Disney Bronze Age: The Aristocats (1970) - The Rescuers (1977)

Disney Dark Age: The Fox and the Hound (1981) - Oliver & Company (1988)

Disney Renaissance: The Little Mermaid (1989) - Tarzan (1999)

Disney Post-Renaissance: Fantasia 2000 (1999) - Meet the Robinsons (2007)

Disney Revival: Bolt (2008) - Frozen II (2019)

Now, as you can see, between these eras, we have characters, dorms, and event represented in Twisted Wonderland.

Disney Golden Age:

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (1937): Pomefiore

Disney Package Film Era:

Fun and Fancy Free (1947): Happy Beans Day

Disney Silver Age:

Cinderella (1950): Mozun Trein and Lucius

Alice in Wonderland (1951): Heartslabyul

Sleeping Beauty (1959): Diasomnia

One Hundred and One Dalmatians (1961): Divus Crewel

Disney Renaissance:

The Little Mermaid (1989): Octavinelle

Beauty and the Beast (1991): Ashton Vargas

Aladdin (1992): Scarabia

The Lion King (1994): Savanaclaw

Disney Revival:

The Princess and the Frog (2009): Sam

Now, there are others I haven’t include: Grim, Dire Crowley, Ramshackle Ghosts, Fairy Gala event, and Ghost Marriage.

But before we discuss, I want to say that I will be only including the Disney Animated Canon, so I won’t be including the actual Live-Action Remakes or Disneytoon Movies, but I will connect it to the movies in the WDAC.

Fairy Gala Event. This is easy because we all know this is inspired by the Tinker Bell franchise [DisneyToon Studio]. Tinker Bell herself is featured in Peter Pan (1953).

Dire Crowley. We all know that our ‘kind’ headmaster is supposed to be the Twisted form of Maleficent’s raven. He could be the actual raven in Sleeping Beauty (1959) or maybe he’s actually Diaval from Maleficent (2014) and Maleficent: Mistress of Evil (2019), which means we have another Live Action Movie representative.

Grim. Now according to the mentioned theory, Grim can be the Twisted form of Jabberwocky, which means he has a connection to Alice in Wonderland, both (1951) and (2010). Though I did make a meme that Grim is inspired by Stitch, I don’t have much proof.

Ghost Marriage Event. This event is interesting because most of us, including me, think that it was inspired by Corpse Bride (2005). Here’s the thing. Corpse Bride wasn’t made or distributed by Disney. It was produced by Tim Burton Production and distributed by Warner Bros. Picture. So, Disney has no involvement in this. However, I start to think about another possibility. Have you ever heard a short Silly Symphony called The Goddess of Spring (1934)? This animated short is very important because, from this, Disney could develop their skill in human character, which eventually lead to the birth of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (1937). I’ll be sticking to this, which means Ghost Marriage represents the Era Before Canon or even Disney Golden Age.

Ramshackle Ghost. Honorable mention, they are probably inspired by the ghost in Lonesome Ghost (1937), while the Ramshackle Dorm itself is inspired by Thru the Mirror (1936) and has inspiration from Alice in Wonderland (1951) and Alice Through the Looking Glass (2016) . The Ramshackle Dorm can represent Era Before Canon or even Disney Silver Age, while the Ramshackle Ghosts represent Disney Golden Age (it was released three days after Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs)

Okay, to round it up we have:

Disney Golden Age:

Pomefiore

Ghost Marriage (my speculation that it’s based on The Goddess of Spring, which has a strong connection with Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs)

Ramshackle Ghost (released three days after Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs)

Disney Package Film Era:

Happy Beans Day

Disney Silver Age:

Mozun Trein and Lucius

Heartslabyul

Grim (Grim = Jabberwocky theory)

The Ramshackle Dorm itself (the through the looking glass concept, which is connected to Alice in Wonderland in some way)

Fairy Gala Event (Disney Fairies event, which is based on Tinker Bell, who is connected to Peter Pan)

Diasomnia

Dire Crewel (while unknown which raven he’s based on, both ravens are from Sleeping Beauty)

Divus Crewel

Disney Renaissance:

Octavinelle

Ashton Vargas

Scarabia

Savanaclaw

Disney Revival:

Sam

Now, we don’t know what will happen after this, but I have some wish list:

Halloween Gacha can be based this around The Headless Horseman from The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad (1949) [Disney Package Film Era], The Black Cauldron (1985) [Disney Dark Age] maybe even Pooh's Heffalump Halloween: The Movie (2005) [DisneyToon Studios, but connected to The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh (1977) [Disney Bronze Age] and Winnie the Pooh (2011) [Disney Revival] ]

Gotta-Catch-‘Em-All Event, but instead of Pokemon you catch Winnie the Pooh inspired creatures [The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh (1977) [Disney Bronze Age] and Winnie the Pooh (2011) [Disney Revival]] or even aliens like Stitch’s cousins [Lilo & Stitch (2002) [Disney Post-Renaissance] ]

A Bird-Theme Music Festival for Saludos Amigos (1942) and The Three Caballeros (1944) [Disney Package Film Era]

Adventure/Explorer Gacha based around Atlantis: The Lost Empire (2001) or Treasure Planet (2002) [Disney Post-Renaissance]

Sherlock Holmes-like/Victorian Era Event based around The Great Mouse Detective (1986) [Disney Dark Age]

A School Festival Stage Play based on The Sword in the Stone (1963) [Disney Silver Age] or Robin Hood (1973) [Disney Bronze Age]

I’m sure you can give more examples but I’m gonna stop here. I rambled too much.

I just want something from Disney Bronze Age, Disney Dark Age, and Disney Post-Renaissance because we haven't got anything from there!

#twisted wondeland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney

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allysficpics · 4 years ago

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Snakes and Sunflowers Character Analysis

Ok so I got a comment and I’ll post that for context and my full response, in which I talk about my thoughts on specific characters. Send in an ask if you want me to talk about any other characters, or another character I mention a bit in here more in depth. It’s a bit rambly, I apologize for that lol

Comment from @ mariammk on AO3

I just binge-read this.

Your characterisation and plot are so realistic! Some stories I've read that involve Weasley-bashing (specifically Ron) are a bit careless in their explanation, but yours is believable. I really hope Harry gets his head out of his ass soon, and I do hope Sirius plays a part in that, but I also appreciate how you've made Ron's influence on Harry - because I truly get that a boy who has been orphaned and grew up in a less-than loving home would cling on to the first friend he had and believe every word that comes from his mouth.

Dumbledore is driving me insane, but I can't wait for you to poke holes in to his 'holier-than-thou' persona!

Side note: I'm really scared for when Voldemort resurfaces, but I'm hoping Harry doesn't follow Dumbledore blindly.

Also, I'm so happy to see Sirius there!!! I hope Remus comes back too and that he gets the opportunity to start his life again, and please get Andromeda reinstated in the family again! I want her to reunite with Narcissa <3

Can not wait for the next update! :)

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Awwww! Thank you so so so much! Reviews like this absolutely make my day, you have no idea. I can't promise Harry will get any better any time soon (ah! I'm sorry! But it's necessary to the plot, for now), and Sirius will play a part in it. I definitely can understand what Harry feels-personally, when I was a child, I had a tendency to latch onto the first person who gave me attention, and I would give them my unwavering loyalty, for better or for worse, because I was worried of being abandoned if I did or said anything wrong and the feeling I couldn't leave them because there wouldn't be anyone else who would want to be my friend. For me, this stemmed form an (at the time) undiagnosed and untreated anxiety disorder. Obviously, this is nowhere near as bad as Harry's situation, but I'm using this to try and apply this to Harry and his character and to understand him and where he comes from.

A lot of these characters I've based in part off myself or people that I know, especially with the characters that are less explored in canon (which is basically all of Slytherin.) One of J.K. Rowling's many faults, in my opinion, is how one-note she makes her characters. She focuses on one aspect and drives it into the ground and typically doesn't explore the why behind any of it. The character that I play around with the most is obviously Hermione, being that she's my main character. Her character in the book is very similar to how I was in my pre and early teenage years--stemming from the lack of a large and supportive friend group (for Hermione until Hogwarts began), and she has an innate desire to prove herself because of it. She is an outsider, both socially and societally. She's going to try and prove herself, but she doesn't exactly know how to navigate the waters. Hermione in this story grew up with a very strong support system and lots of friends who love her very much. She knows how to navigate the waters and knows that she has a place in the world, because she's always had a place in the world. There's a bit of a self-assuredness born from that. She's still a know-it-all, she's still passionate and smart, but she isn't desperate to prove herself. If we're comparing her to me again, this is quite a bit like how I was in high school, once I had gotten a really good support system and had started getting treated for my anxiety, thus making me less desperate to please everyone around me at no matter the cost, as well as making me more confident and self-assured.

With the other characters, with as one-note as the main characters can be, there's even less for the others. Even Draco Malfoy, a main antagonist of the series, all that we really get is that he can be a bit of a snob and sometimes a little mean. However, this is portrayed from the view of Harry, someone who doesn't understand pureblood society, and doesn't care to look deeper than what he sees. For Ginny, all we know is that she's athletic, outgoing and driven. We don't get much else. So for these two characters, even though they're prominent in the books, there's so much to build on and explore. And with little changes to how they were raised-like with Draco growing up in a more tolerant household in my fanfiction than what he probably did in canon, with lots of friends, that changes pieces of their characters. The remorse of Lucius leads to Draco not idolizing the views of Death Eaters and the like. So does the Malfoy's closeness with the Greengrasses, a Neutral family.

With characters like Theo, Daphne, Astoria, Hannah, Pansy, Blaise (and on and on), we've got absolutely nothing. Those characters are really fun to play around with because there is no such thing as being out of character for them. I can make their characters whatever I like. Narcissa is a bit like one of my senior friends when I was a freshman in high school, and Daphne reminds me a bit of a friend I had in the second grade who moved to Texas. Astoria is some parts of how my little sister (when she was little) and Pansy has some of the more harder aspects of my little sister at a bit of an older age.

I just love character driven things and inspecting a character from all sides and then seeing how they interact with other things and other people, and I'm glad that you enjoy the characterizations. I hope I didn't bore you half to death with my long ramble character-study sort of thing lol but it's something I could obviously write a lot about (I mean I'm writing a whole fanfiction about it so I'd hope I'd be interested in it).

Again, if you want to ask anything at all, throw it in my asks and I’ll get to it! I truly love talking about my characters and my stories and I’d be thrilled if you guys want to listen to my rambles about them lol

#snakes and sunflowers #my fic stuff #my fic #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic

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mumbal33 · 6 years ago

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The Warrior Within

Dark, brooding, and burly, one-time badass Ronon Dex has come a long way since he first jumped through the Stargate. Now a trusted member of the Stargate: Atlantis team, Jason Momoa reveals that there’s more to Ronon than just his muscles…

By Byran Cairns, Stargate SG-1/Stargate Atlantis Magazine

Big guy. Big muscles. Big gun. Big attitude. There’s no denying these qualities immediately impressed Stargate: Atlantis viewers about Ronon Dex, a Satedan soldier from the Pegasus Galaxy who was implanted with a tracking device so the life draining Wraith could hunt him down. After easily getting the drop on Lt Col John Sheppard and Teyla Emmagan in the episode Runner, Ronan agreed to help them capture the infected Lt Ford if Dr. Beckett removed the alien mechanism under his skin. Realizing his potential as an ally against the Wraith, Sheppard later invited him to join his team and although they’ve slowly gained his trust and have been a positive influence on him, it has still been a difficult transition.

“To a certain extent, it has,” notes Momoa in his deep, gruff voice. “Ultimately, Ronon is still kind of a loner but has taken direction from Sheppard as long as he thinks it is right. That is the great part about him though. He’s military so he’ll still react and have that instinct within him but at the same time, he’ll still listen to commands.”

Since his inauguration, Ronon has been a key participant on multiple missions and the outings have given him the opportunity to connect with his team mates and adjust to his surroundings.

“Sheppard is Ronon’s commander but to me, he and Teyla are the only ones I can trust,” offers Momoa. “I go to Teyla for everything because Sheppard isn’t big on the emotional things. If I had a problem, I would go to Teyla because we’re both aliens. She’s like my sister. Shep is like my best friend through the whole thing. Weir is just my boss, I don’t know too much about her but at the same time, I respect her. Rodney is the brains and I’m the brawn and it will always be like that between us. I can kick his ass but he’ll outwit me. Beckett saved my life numerous times and in these episodes, you’ll see he’s probably saved me more than anybody. He is someone I trust and Beckett is like a good buddy now.”

The second season concluded with Ronon and McKay captured and cocooned onboard a hive ship awaiting either rescue of imminent doom. Among the Atlantis squad, those two are arguable the most polar opposite as McKay can be annoying and Ronon takes no crap. The unlikely pairing is a guilty pleasure and the new season sees them sharing even more screen time together while engaging in their trademark witty banter and scathing remarks.

“The upcoming Tao of Rodney is really good because there’s stuff where McKay is getting a lot of power and thinks he can beat Ronon,” reveals Momoa. “I’m like ��Oh yeah? Want to take me on?’ And he’s like ‘Um no.’ It is still very much him eating all the time and me making fat jokes about him, McKay saying I’m not smart enough or I am his big friend with few syllables. He’s been calling me Caveman too and I call him fat ass. He’ll poke jokes at me or I will poke them at him but there’s a mutual respect. When it comes down to it, he’s saved my life and I’ve saved his. I am the Pitt Bull on the show and I can tear anyone apart. If McKay and me are bickering, I would chop somebody’s head off to save him.”

As the muscles on the series, Ronon’s special talent to intimidate, threaten, and kick some serious Wraith butt makes him better suited as a fighter rather than a peacemaker. Unfortunately, such roles can sometimes be limiting to an actor by not providing enough depth and development.

“Well, that is the character and the way he is,” defends Momoa. “You can’t expect him to get real emotional. That’s hard to write for. That is why in Sateda, there is a lot I don’t say but am suffering through. [Robert] Cooper and a lot of the crew guys were coming up and going ‘Wow! That was amazing!’ I don’t necessarily have to say anthing, but that doesn’t mean I’m not acting. As long as there are good things to chew on and you don’t have to ramble off all this mumbo jumbo like McKay. I would never want to say all theat sci fi garbage or Beckett with his doctor terms. I speak through my actions and the way I hold myself. I’m not the way Ronon is in real life so it is still fun to play but it is an an ensemble cast and they write for everyone.”

Luckily, Stargate: Atlantis has no intention of pigeonholing anyone and the talented writing staff has been shattering any preconceived notions by sprinkling juicy nuggets throughout season three for Ronon. The humorous Irresistible was such a case. With Atlantis somehow enthralled by a man named Lucius Lavin, Momoa was thrilled to see his tough guy alterego crack a smile.

“That was great, man,” he enthuses. “The night before, I was talking with my fiance, was a little intoxicated, and she’s making me laugh. I would go ‘Hhon! Hhon! Hhon!’ and it sounds like a motor. I couldn’t stop laughing. It was one of those giggles and the next day, I had to shoot this scene where I’m laughing and we’ve never heard Ronon laugh at all. I thought it would be great to be this big dumb animal and be, ‘‘Hhon! Hhon! Hhon!’. He just has this big, funny, annoying laugh. Irresistible was fun because I got to laugh and be goofy.”

Momoa also appreciated the series shifting from the Wraith-heavy adventures to something more light hearted.

“That is what is great about the show; we don’t take ourselves too seriously,” he admits. “The most serious character on the show is me. In that respect, Joe Flanigan plays the lead so great. He’s this unsung hero. I love the way everyone acts on the show and that it has that comedy element to it.”

However it was the recent Ronon-centric Sateda which truly excited Momoa. Once again, Ronon encounters the Wraith, returns to his home world, exposes his tragic past and vulnerable side while dealing with a dangerous present day threat.

“I had to do so much in Runner and this year, Sateda just blows it all away,” exclaims Momoa. “They finally gave me something to act with. Being an actor, I want dialogue. My guy doesn’t say much, but when he does… Sateda was an amazing episode and worth everything. We shot it as the third episode, it aired as the fourth, and it was like ‘Oh man! Now there’s not going to be anything! The rest of the season is going to suck!’ but it has been really good!”

According to Momoa, Sateda was probably the series’ most ambitious and time consuming production to date.

“Sateda was unreal,” he acknowledges. “I usually do four or five days per episode and if it is every day, it is with the whole group and I have little lines here and there. Sateda was a 12-day shoot when we normally shoot in seven. It was the biggest budget I think we’ve ever had and the most stunts and explosions. We’ve never had that many locations. I was exhausted. We basically shot a full-on movie in 12 days on a movie schedule.”

The experience was further heightened when Executive Producer Robert Copper stepped in to direct the episode.

“Robert was fantastic to work with,” praises Momoa. “I hadn’t talked to much with him before that. He’s a very quiet guy and I never go up to the office unless there is a serious problem. I came with my ideas and when I first met him, they were having a little meeting so I went in and gave him the hugest hug. I had to prove to him that I could act. He was there every scene, if I needed the set to be quiet, he would make sure they were. He gave me my time. Not to float his boat but he is definitely one of the top directors I’ve worked with on the show, let alone my career.”

Not exactly a big talker, Ronon’s right hook or his weapon shoved in your face speaks louder than words. Thankfully, outside of Stargate: Atlantis, Momoa kept in great shape on Baywatch Hawaii and North Shore. Neither series were as physical taxing as playing Ronon yet the gung ho actor immediately embraced that warrior spirit.

“When I was doing Baywatch Hawaii, my cousin was a big toe in surfing and now he’s a full-on stunt coordinator so I’ve done a lot of water stuff that has been pretty heavy in big waves,” says Momoa. “That was the only thing I knew. I had never really been in any fights and my manager is Japanese so I wanted to work with a stick. I basically did that for a bit and watched movies before I got the role. I watched tons of samurai and action movies, studying people’s body movements which is what actors do. I was finding my own way, incorporating them into the role, and listening to Bam Bam who is just a talented artist and can come up with a fight like that [snaps fingers]. We work well together because he’s not, ‘No, do it this way!’ He takes into account what you made for your character and how your body moves.”

For Momoa, that included laying off a previous injury which flared up early.

“I have bad knees, so grappling and going low are very hard for me,” he notes. “Runner just got me because we didn’t have the lighter guns so it was five-plus pounds and it was hammering on my right knee. At the end of the day, you soak in the bath, have some wine, pop some Advil, and you’ll be fine. But we established Ronon isn’t really a kicker and more of a head butt, punch kind of guy. The studio likes it and it is working well. Sateda did rip me apart because I had armor on too.”

Before the SG-1 spin-off geared up, most of the actors reportedly signed a five-year contract. Yet when asked whether he could imagine himself in the series for the long haul, Momoa momentarily pauses.

“Tough call. I don’t know if I would want to play Ronon for five years. Playing a character for four years is a little much for me so I’d like to move on. Ultimately, I’d like to be in movies. It’s kind of up in the air. This was a fantastic role and I’ve never played anything like it but not to expand or try other things would be selling myself short.”

Naturally, Momoa isn’t necessarily vying for those adrenaline charged parts.

“Originally, I did not want to be an action star,” he confirms. “I felt it was a trap I’d get into and it would come easy for me. I’m a pretty coordinated cat. I don’t want to be an action star because I don’t want to limit myself to anything.”

In the meantime, Momoa couldn’t be happier on Stargate: Atlantis. However, with only a handful of episodes to finish, he isn’t prepared to speculate on where Ronon is heading. Yet after adding his two cents on his imposing, dreadlocked character last year, the 27-year-old is hoping to fulfill a growing ambition on the series.

“I’d really like to do a story and have a credit for that,” says Momoa. “If I stay on the show longer, I’d love to do a director’s attachment where you sit down and go through the whole thing with him in post-production. I’d eventually love to be behind the camera, going through the dailies, editing, and enhancing what has been shot. I’d love to do that. Hopefully that may be possible next season.”

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princesse-de-ravenclaw · 6 years ago

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The Kissing Booth- Part 1

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Y/N Y/L/N and Regulus Black had been best friends since they were born. Their mothers were friends long before they were born, and being born on the same day, at the same time- they shared everything. For as long as Y/N could remember, Regulus had been by her side. Through both of their powers developing, nervously shopping for school supplies in Diagon Alley together, their first time at Hogwarts, the two were inseparable. As they grew older through their time at Hogwarts, they grew different, but not apart.

“Damn, Y/N, when did you fill out?” Sirius whistled at Y/N while she laid out by the Blacks’s pool, enjoying the rare bit of sunshine on the last day of summer before her fifth year at Hogwarts began. “Like a year ago, you perv. What are you on about?” Y/N retorted before turning her attention back to soaking up the sun. Y/N didn’t dislike Sirius, but she didn’t like him, either. She had always thought him to be attractive, but she knew how Regulus felt about him, so she put a wall up around him. “How would he know? It’s not like he’s ever here anyway,” Regulus muttered spitefully. “Well, if Y/N is gonna be prancing around here half naked like that, I reckon I might hang around more,” he winked. “You can just ignore him, Y/N. I do,” Regulus rolled his eyes.

“Hurtful,” Sirius feigned offense. “I’m sure you’ll be alright,” Y/N brushed him off as he became preoccupied with charming one of the garden gnomes to swim in the pool. “Anyways, Reg, we have to talk about this festival thing. We’ve only got like a month before it, and I have no idea what to do,” Y/N prompted. “Y/N/N, I don’t want any part of that rubbish. This “Homecoming” thing is just an excuse for the muggleborns to trash our school with their filthy muggle traditions,” Regulus scoffed. “Well, I know it’s a muggle thing, but it sounds like it could be a lot of fun. A whole festival, and a dance? It could be so cool! Bartemius told me that the dueling club is setting up a booth where you cast a spell and you have to aim it exactly so it hits one single pin and knocks it over, and if you can do it, you win a prize! And Lucius told me that the Slytherin quidditch team is doing an accuracy game, where you levitate rings and try to land them on tiny bottles that are really far away, don’t you know about that one? And the Ravenclaw team is doing a trivia game, and-“ “The Gryffindor team is doing a dunk tank,” Sirius interrupted Y/N. “Yeah! I think I heard that! Doesn’t all of that sound so fun, Reg? And I love the idea of a dance! Hogwarts never does anything like that!” Y/N rambled excitedly.

“I told the team I wouldn’t be participating in their silly game, and who cares about the dance? We go to at least 3 balls a year,” Regulus shrugged. “Please, Regulus? I can’t do a booth for the Astronomy Club by myself, and I don’t trust any of the other members to be in charge with me. And those balls are full of old, crotchety people. With waltzing. This is one is all of our friends, and we can actually have fun, and dance for real!” Y/N pleaded. Regulus huffed. “I’ll help you with the booth, because you’re my best friend. But I’m not going to the dance, so you’ll have to find someone else to go with. That’s not fun, it’s sloppy dancing,” Regulus acquiesced. “You’re such a buzz kill, Reg,” Y/N laughed. “Easy, now. I did agree to help with the booth,” Regulus laughed along. “Yes you did, and I love you for that,” Y/N smiled and pinched one of Regulus’s cheeks.

Y/N’s first day of fifth year was pretty normal. She went to all of her classes, got settled into her dorm, and after dinner, she met up with Regulus in the Astronomy Tower. Ever since they were little, Y/N and Regulus had LOVED the stars. They joined the Astronomy Club at school as soon as they were able to, and went out twice a week in the summer to look at the stars. It was their “thing.”

“Okay, we have to meet with the head boy and girl to give them the information on our booth by the end of the week and... we have no booth,” Y/N sighed. “I don’t know. All of the other booths sound moronic,” Regulus shrugged, staring off into the sky. “You seem distracted, Reg. Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Y/N nudged him. “Emma Vanity looked so good today,” Regulus gushed. “You say that every day, Reg,” Y/N laughed. “Because she does! But Merlin, she blossomed even more over the summer,” he sighed. “I wonder if she noticed how much taller I got over the summer.” “Regulus, you know I love you, but can I be honest with you?” Y/N asked him. Regulus playfully rolled his eyes and gave her a shrug. “Emma, much like every other girl in the school, is too far up you brother’s ass to notice anyone else,” she told him. Regulus huffed, “Of course she is,” he muttered.

“Before you get too pouty, Sirius isn’t into her. I can tell. But, she isn’t gonna realize that on her own. If you want her attention, you have to take it from her. Make her notice you...” Y/N trailed off. “Oh my Godric!” She gasped. “I’ve got it! A kissing booth!” “A what?” Regulus looked horrified. “A kissing booth! For the festival! We’ll line up a couple girls and guys, and everyone else will pay a sickle to kiss whoever is up there. It’s an interesting booth, AND we’ll raise money for the club!” Y/N explained. “If we want money for the club, we can donate money to the club,” Regulus pointed out. “True, but then you won’t get a chance to kiss Emma. Plus, if we do the booth, I’ll be able to save my own money, and I think I want a companion for Flynn,” Y/N reasoned.

“Hogwarts only allows one pet per student. And how exactly do you think this booth is going to work?” Regulus challenged. “I’m sure it won’t be too hard to bend a rule or two to sneak a new kitten in,” Y/N shrugged with a smirk. “But here’s what I’m thinking: Emma Vanity, captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, I’m sure plenty of people are crushing on her. We’ll get her, Lily Evans, Marlene KcKinnon maybe, Lucius, Davey Gudgeon, and I hate to say it, but we should probably ask Sirius-“ Regulus cut her off, “Absolutely not. We will not let him be part of-“ “Regulus, I know how you feel about him, but he would draw in so many people. Do you know how many girls are fawning over him?” Y/N pleaded. Regulus rolled his eyes, “Fine. But if lot of people are going to pay to kiss Emma, how are we gonna get her to notice me?” He asked. “You’ll lay down a sickle and be the best kiss she has,” Y/N shrugged with a smile.

“Hey Sirius, wait up!” Y/N called after Sirius as she sprinted down the hall to catch up to him. “Y/N,” Sirius gave her a confused smile. “Hey! How are you doing on this lovely day?” Y/N smiled brightly, just as a loud crack of thunder shook the castle, causing Y/N to grimace. “Can I help you with something, Y/L/N?” Sirius raised a suspicious eyebrow. “Pft, can’t I just say hi to my best friend’s handsome older brother and see how he’s doing?” Y/N tried. Sirius raised his eyebrows and held back a laugh. “Alright, listen,” Y/N sighed. “Regulus and I want to set up a kissing booth for the Homecoming festival, and I think that putting you in the booth would attract a lot of people,” she admitted. “So far Vanity, Malfoy, Evans, Gudgeon and McKinnon are in,” Y/N added.

“While I’m flattered, there is absolutely no way I’m going to get in a booth and kiss a bunch of people,” Sirius laughed. “What? Why? Do you know who you are? You do that anyway!” Y/N countered. “I do not,” Sirius laughed. “Yes, I enjoy my time with beautiful women, but I am very selective when it comes to the women I kiss. It’s not a free for all,” Siri’s told her. “I was thinking more of a sickle for all,” Y/N muttered. “A sickle? Is thy what you think a kiss from me is worth?” Sirius gasped dramatically. “I am worth at least ten galleons, baby,” he winked. “Please, Sirius?” Y/N asked. “Sorry, Love,” he shook his head, “I’m not into it. If I can help in any other way, I’d be glad to. I’ll see you around, okay?” He gave her a gentle smile and a light nudge before making his way to the Gryffindor common room.

“He won’t do it,” Y/N shook her head as she ate lunch with Regulus. “Of course he won’t, the selfish bastard,” Regulus rolled his eyes. “That’s okay. We have a handful of pretty popular people. Potter alone will probably give us enough sickles to fund the club well into next year to kiss Evans a bunch of times,” Y/N pointed out. “We’ll just give each of them a little bit longer shift and stick with five people instead of six,” she decided. “Whatever you say,” Regulus shrugged. “This will be fine. And we’ll have fun! Stop being so mopey about it!” Y/N nudged her best friend. “I still think it’s preposterous that we’re throwing a muggle festival,” he grumbled. “It’s not a muggle festival if no muggles are there. And besides, who cares who came up with the idea of it? It’s fun, Regulus! Do you remember what that word means?” Y/N teased. Regulus quirked an eyebrow and next thing Y/N knew, a series of grapes flew at her at hit her right in the middle of her forehead. “That is fun,” Regulus smirked.

The next night, there was a party for Dorcas Meadowes birthday in the Gryffindor Common room, and the whole school was invited. “Alright, Reg, I’m off to the party... all by myself... because my best friend hates me...” Y/N announced as she made her way through the common room. “Whatever you sa-absolutely not!” Regulus exclaimed as he looked away from his book towards Y/N. “Fine, I’m going,” he huffed. “Oh, but I thought you weren’t going to sneak into the Gryffindor common room for a lousy gathering,” Y/N teased. “Well if you’re gonna dress like that, someone has to protect you from the predatory eyes,” he declared. “Let’s go, then.” “Are you gonna go dressed like that?” Y/N asked him. Regulus looked down at his less than festive attire and shrugged. “I’m not trying to impress anyone yet,” he decided. “Well alrighty then,” Y/N smiled and lead her best friend into the hall towards the Gryffindor common room.

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” Mary Macdonald excitedly approached Y/N before Y/N could even find her first drink. “Hey, Macdonald, what’s up?” She asked, eyes scanning the room for Regulus. “I heard that the Astronomy club was putting up a kissing booth at the festival next month, is that true?” Mary asked. “Yep! That’s the plan!” Y/N smiled, “Regulus and I thought it would be interesting-“ “Are you getting Sirius to work it?” Mary asked excitedly. “Um, well...” Y/N mulled over her options, and chose to wing it. “I’m not sure yet. I’ve still got a few more people to ask, and Sirius is one of them,” she lied. “Merlin I hope you get him, what I would do for a chance to snog that boy,” Mary sighed dreamily. “I’ll um, I’ll go talk to him,” Y/N nodded.

Y/N searched the common room for Sirius’s mop of hair, finding Regulus standing with Lucius Malfoy and Emma Vanity along the way. “So much for protecting me from predatory eyes!” Y/N laughed, nudging Regulus. “I’m sorry! Lucius and Emma called me over to discuss some strategies for-“ Y/N cut Regulus off with a laugh. “Yeah, yeah. Sports stuff. You have fun, I’m going to go enjoy the party,” she told him. “As far as protection from predatory eyes, stay away from my brother and his friends and you should be fine,” Regulus called after her. She gave him a playful salute, and continued her search for Sirius.

Y/N finally found Sirius standing with a Ravenclaw girl who was ogling him while he spoke. “Hey, Sirius. I hate to interrupt, but can I borrow you for like two sec-“ “Excuse me but were you even invited? Seeing as Dorcas is a muggle born and everyone knows how you feel about them, I can’t imagine anyone actually wanting you here,” the girl snapped, interrupting Y/N. “And how exactly do I feel about muggleborns? Please, tell me, because I’m sure you know me so well, Girl I’ve Never Seen Before,” Y/N narrowed her eyes and turned to the girl. “Oh Merlin,” Sirius muttered, rubbing his hand over his jaw. “You think you’re so much better than half of this school just because both of your parents are wizards,” the girl sneered. “What the hell are you talking about?” Y/N asked, trying not to raise her voice.

“Y/N isn’t like that, Celia,” Sirius spoke up. “And you know her so well?” Celia asked him with an arched eyebrow. “I do, actually, and she happens to be very important to me. You know, I think you should leave,” Sirius frowned, causing Y/N to raise her eyebrows. “Are you kidding me?” Celia laughed angrily, looking between Y/N and Sirius. “Not even a little bit,” Sirius shook his head, lightly reaching out to tuck Y/N behind him as he stood in between the girls. “This is fucking absurd,” Celia muttered as she stormed off. “Um, thank you for that,” Y/N spoke up after a few moments of silence. “And sorry for ruining your date.” “She wasn’t my date, and you didn’t ruin anything,” Sirius assured her. “And you don’t have to thank me for that. How she acted was unacceptable,” he shrugged. Y/N gave him a shy smile.

“What did you need to borrow me for?” Sirius asked. “Oh, um,” Y/N tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and looked at her shoes. “I was going to ask if you would reconsider participating in our kissing booth. A lot of people want you up there, and I know we don’t really talk a lot or get along all of the time but-“ “Y/N,” Sirius cut her off. She looked back up at him. “I’m sorry but-“ “It’s fine,” Y/N sighed. “I shouldn’t have asked.” “Hey, wait a minute,” Sirius stopped Y/N as she turned to leave, “I’m not saying no to be an arse, you know.” Y/N didn’t say anything. “You’re not doing it, right?” He tried to reason with her. “Well no... but that’s because I’ve never kissed anyone before, and I don’t really want my first kiss to be a stranger, followed by a bunch of other strangers,” she said quietly.

“You... you’ve never...?” Sirius trailed off. “Nope,” Y/N slowly shook her head. “But you’re-“ Sirius started. “I know. Something about being attached at the hip with another boy sort of turns suitors away,” Y/N shrugged. “That’s insane,” Sirius shook his head and Y/N shrugged again. “Never kissed anyone, never had a boyfriend, never been on a date.... I mean all of those things sound nice, but I’m not going to try to force anything,” she told him. Sirius just gaped at her. “Well, now that I’ve opened up my soul to you and look like a giant fool, I’m going to go enjoy a lot of firewhiskey, as that’s what I came here to do. Have a good night, Sirius,” Y/N gave him an awkward smile before disappearing into the crowd.

A/N: I am so so SO excited to be back!!!! I saw this movie and got MAJOR Sirius/Regulus vibes from Noah and Lee, so I decided to give it a shot and tweak things I didn’t like about the movie. I hope y’all love it!

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philipronans · 7 years ago

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something tangerines (4/7)

two updates in one day?? watch me disappear for three months

i think it’s time to accept we’re fully on the sirius/james/lily train here and i’d be sorry except i’m not even remotely

part one | part three

2013

“How many of these fucking things do we even have to go to?” Sirius grumbles, tugging at the bottom of his shirt and scowling when none of the creases magically vanish. “No fewer than ‘too many’.” Remus says, grinning when Sirius and James groan at him. “Shut up, Lupin. That was bad, and you should feel ashamed. It’s just this one. One more sodding school ball and then we’re home free.” James says, so earnest Sirius wants to believe him. “And then we’re on to the dazzling heights of university summer dos.” James gives him a flat look. “As if we’re going to actually go to those.”

“Well, you might not. I, however, will be living it large in Southbank. My horizons will be broadened and soon I’ll forget all about you bellends.” Sirius sniggers, which ruins whatever effect he might have been able to muster. He plays with his fringe, trying to be subtle as he watches James through his fingers, but fails miserably. James snorts. “As if. You’re not getting rid of me, no matter how hard you try.” “So not very, then.” Peter pipes up from where he’s lounging across the bottom of James’ bed. There’s a magazine in his hands, and how he manages to read upside down will never not boggle James’ mind. “Shut it, Pettigrew.” Sirius says, flustered. “Flustered” for Sirius means his cheeks are very faintly stained pink and he refuses to meet anyone’s eye. “S’not my fault he’s so… James.” “Should I be offended?” James asks, frowning at his reflection when his hair won’t cooperate with him. “Trust me, it’s a compliment.” Sirius mutters. He glances at his phone and sighs at the time. “We’d best get a move on, if we’re going.” “I spent thirty quid on these shoes; I don’t care how miserable we are, we’re going.” Remus says. There’s no room for argument in the way he says it, and the look on his face dares them to try and find one.

“Come on, then.” James says, watching Sirius pull Peter to his feet. The magazine drops onto his duvet, pages creasing as it lands. His parents aren’t home, so they don’t have to worry about being fussed over by his mother. He’s uncharacteristically grateful for that. Not because he wouldn’t secretly enjoy it, but because the look on Sirius’ face as she combed his hair through her fingers would be too much for him to handle. Instead they shove their feet into their shoes and reluctantly bend down to tie their laces. Remus is the only one who doesn’t, his shoes are just slip-on and he smiles smugly at them. James is only… incredibly jealous when his knees crack as he bends down. The walk to the bus stop is quiet. It’s strange, in a way. They’re usually so boisterous and full of life, bouncing off of each other so effortlessly it’s like they’re part of the same person. No matter how it might appear to other people, they can’t actually read each other’s minds, so James can’t speak for the others, but he knows why he’s quiet. And, to a lesser extent, why Sirius is as well. However much they might joke about this being the ‘end’, there is a legitimate fear underlying everything. Year Eleven hadn’t affected them too much because they all knew they were going on to the same Sixth Form. But they’re nearing the end of Year Thirteen now, and this… this is different. Exams are approaching, looming just on the edges of the horizon, and with them the promise of the future. The big, scary, uncertain future where they’re all going to be in different places with different people and different experiences. It’s terrifying. It’s exciting. It’s terrifying. James can’t wait, but at the same time he wants time to stand still forever in this moment where the four of them are happy. Together. He’d been a lonely little boy desperate for a friend, once. Now he has a group of people he loves so fiercely he’s not sure how to handle it. To love so wholly, so completely, is overwhelming. And the fact that in a few short months it’s going to be over is so out of the realm of comprehension James doesn’t know how to begin processing it. This ball, this one final evening where their entire year is together for the last time ever is scary. Once it’s over and the morning brings a new day, school will still go on as usual. They’ll still have classes. Exams. But it won’t be the same. Can’t be. They’ll have waved goodbye to childhood, whether they realise it or not, and James isn’t ready to face that. Neither is Sirius, although he’d never admit it. He’s too stubborn. Too proud. He likes to pretend he doesn’t like the majority of their year group, but he can’t lie to James. James, who sees the way he softens when Bertha and Dorcas sit with him in Psychology, hands clasped under the table as Trelawney rambles on about Zimbardo and the prison experiment. Whatever that means. James’ mind can’t wrap itself around the intricacies of the brain. Which, he realises, is hilariously ironic. He’s seen Sirius deconstruct every wall he’s ever locked himself behind. The thing that scares him more than anything is the fear that when they go their “separate” ways he’ll put them back up again. Sirius perks up slightly when the bus eventually turns up, change jangling in his hand as he pays the driver for his ticket. “I wonder if there’ll be a bar.” He says, as he leads the way up to the second deck. “‘Course there will.” Peter answers, rubbing the back of his hand over his forehead when he reaches the top of the stairs. It’s muggy outside, and the warm June air is affecting all of them. Peter just happens to be unfortunate enough to show it. “The teachers wanna get drunk just as much as we do.” “You make a compelling point.” James says. He lifts his glasses so he can rub at his eyes and huffs out a breath. “Excellent.” Sirius says, clapping his hands together. He’s halfway to the back seat, shoulders hunched so his head isn’t scraping against the ceiling. A painful lesson learnt by all of them over the past few years. Growth spurts are, to put it bluntly, a bitch. “There’s a vodka and coke with my name on it.” “That’s true of every bar in Oxford.” Remus mutters, shooting James a grin when he snorts. “Now, now.” Sirius says, neatly spinning so he can sprawl across the back seat. Peter takes his usual place in the seat in front, back leant against the window with his feet up on the seat cushion. Remus takes the seat opposite, arm wrapped around the back of his chair, left foot tucked under his right thigh. “No need to get snarky with me, old man.” Remus scowls at the nickname. At least, James thinks that’s what he’s scowling at. It’s hard to tell with Remus, sometimes. He’s a scowl-y sort of person. Learning to tell the subtle nuances apart is a skill unto its own, and it’s taken James close to six years to feel anywhere close to having mastered it. James knocks their knees together as he passes. He slips into the space left for him as if it’s where he’s meant to be, as if it’s been waiting for him. His back hits Sirius’ shoulder and he watches Sirius’ hand drop in front of his collar bone. He studies it; the slender wrist tapering into a long palm and longer fingers, one of which is crooked from the time he punched Lucius Malfoy’s face so hard he broke it. Sirius claims it’s worth it, because he also broke Malfoy’s nose. There’s something fascinating about Sirius’ hands, James thinks, reaching so he can play with it. Not that Sirius as a whole isn’t fascinating, because he is, but there’s something about his hands that capture James’ attention. Sirius is anger and bitterness and hard edges. It’s the way he’s always been, and James doesn’t see that changing any time soon, and he doesn’t want it to. But his hands. They’re soft and gentle, quick to take away the hurts of the world, and so eager to help it’s painful to watch Sirius stop himself. “Having fun?” Sirius asks, and there’s a laugh in his throat, painting his words with sunshine. “Not really.” James says, refusing to look at either Remus or Peter. He’s well aware of how pathetic he is, he doesn’t need their knowing smiles as a reminder. “Your finger’s rank, mate.” “Fuck off, I got that defending your honour.” Sirius says without any heat. “Hard to defend what you don’t have.” Peter mutters, smile only growing wider when James glares at him. “I have plenty of honour, thank you very much.” He grumbles. He feels Sirius’ snort against the back of his head, and swats at his leg. “You didn’t have to break Malfoy’s nose, you know.” “Yes I did.” Sirius says. James doesn’t see his decisive nod, but he doesn’t need to. “He’s an arsehole, and what he said to you was disgusting.” “I’m sure he’s learnt his lesson.” James says dryly, mostly because he can’t be bothered to have this argument again. “Even if he didn’t, I did.” Sirius says and James can hear the smile in the way his words gentle around the edges. “Protect your thumbs when you punch people.” “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.” Remus says as he shifts his weight around. “You know, for all those fights I get in.” “Please do.” Sirius snorts. “I’ve only got your best interests at heart.” “My arse.” Peter mutters. Sirius is going to answer back, because he’s Sirius and he can’t resist having the last word. But before he can, the bus lurches to a stop and sends them all scrambling to keep their balance. “Shit, this is our stop, lads.” Peter says, barely dodging the swipe Sirius aims at him. “Nice going, lookout.” He grumbles. There isn’t any heat behind it, although he does manage to kick Peter in the shin as they get up. “You’ve lived here your entire life.” Remus points out, placing himself between the two of them when they stand up and start making their way towards the stairs. “If you don’t know which bus stop is the right one maybe you’re not that smart after all.” “I didn’t see you pointing it out either, Mr English-Degree-At-Cambridge.” Sirius complains. It’s such a childish response from someone usually three steps ahead of everyone else that it makes James snort. “Treacherous wanker.” He says. Remus grins at him. “Their course is better than ours.” “Yeah, yeah. You’re off the Christmas card list.” James shoves at his shoulder, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make him pay attention to where he’s putting his feet. The stairs are steep, and the last thing any of them need is Remus breaking something. The street is thankfully clear when they step onto it; tourist season is at least three weeks away, so the only people they have to worry about are obnoxious students, and exhausted workers having finished their shifts. They say thanks to the surly bus driver, and fall into step as James starts walking. Town is always a mad rush of taxis, buses operating on at least fifteen different routes, and secondary school kids with too much time and not enough to do. By the time they get to Carfax Tower, James is ready and willing to just forget the whole thing and find the nearest pub instead. He doesn’t. They cross the street, Peter narrowly avoiding getting hit by an angry looking taxi driver as he steps up onto the pavement. Remus’ laugh is dangerously close to giggling as he reaches out to pull Peter further into him and away from the road. “Clumsy.” He admonishes, but the way he says it also includes James and the fact he’s now walking backwards so he can watch them. Sirius spins him before he can walk into one of the concrete bollards lining the pavement, and rolls his eyes at the grin he’s given in return. “I was being careful.” James says, voice verging on a whine, just to hear the annoyed huff Sirius lets out. He uses the grip Sirius still has on his shoulder to pull Sirius closer, wrapping both arms around him and resting his head on a bony shoulder. “My hero.” Sirius shoves him, detangling himself so he can walk on ahead, but James catches the smile, can see his shoulders shaking. “Isn’t he a hero, Peter?” He says, loud enough for Sirius to hear, grin still firmly in place. “Undoubtedly.” Peter mutters, voice dry as he straightens the sleeves of his jacket. “Fuck ooooooooooff.” Sirius groans, slowing down so they can catch up with him. He digs his elbow into James’ ribs. “You’re a pain in the arse, you know that?” “So I’m told.” James says cheerfully. In apology, he presses a kiss to Sirius’ temple, fingers brushing against a curled fist in invitation. “It’s a good thing I like you.” Sirius grumbles, taking the hand offered to him without comment. He strokes his fingers over the top of it and James knows he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it. “If you were truly angry you’d have buggered off already.” Remus says, digging his phone out of his pocket so he can check the time. “We’d best get a move on; doors open in ten minutes.” “Come on then, boys.” James says, as if they aren’t already on their way there. Peter makes an inelegant noise and shrugs when Remus looks at him. They share a quick smile and raised eyebrows before traipsing after him. The hotel, when they reach it fifteen minutes later, is a fancy looking building three stories high. There’s a thick, plush looking carpet lining the front steps that James is almost afraid to stand on lest he ruin it somehow. There are a few of their classmates loitering around the front door, chatting amongst themselves. “Doors not open yet?” Peter asks as they approach, sharing a friendly smile with Bertha. “Everyone’s already gone in.” She says with a shake of her head. “We’re waiting on Lily and Benjy.” “Want us to wait with you?” Sirius asks, free hand reaching for the inner pocket of his jacket. “You just want a fag.” Dorcas says, mouth curling into a smirk as she steps up behind her girlfriend, arm wrapping around her waist. Sirius shrugs, unrepentant as he pulls a cigarette out and lifts it to his lips. It takes him a few attempts to get his lighter to work, but the inhale he takes is satisfied when he eventually manages. James leans against the wall, eyes scanning the corner opposite them. Remus shifts restlessly beside him and he slides his gaze over to him. “You wanna go in?” He asks. Remus nods, scuffs his foot against the concrete slab of the pavement. “I need a piss.” Peter’s already half way up the stairs by the time Remus even makes the first signals of moving. He shrugs at the look he’s given. “I need a drink.” “We’ll find you.” James promises, as if there’s no question of him staying out here with Sirius. Sirius doesn’t say anything about it, sways further into James’ personal space, giving a pleased grunt when their hips knock together. He takes another drag of his cigarette, careful to blow the smoke away from James. “I’m not going near you smelling like that.” James says, contradicting himself as he lets go of Sirius’ hand so he can wrap his arm around his shoulders instead. “I know.” Sirius murmurs, quirking an eyebrow at him. Dorcas is watching them with the barest traces of an amused smile, her lips curling ever so slightly at the corners. James can see the moment her attention shifts, sees the way her eyes glaze as she looks over his shoulder. “Fucking finally!” She calls as James twists his head to look where she is. Lily’s on the other side of road, dress billowing in the breeze of a passing taxi. It’s a pretty colour, James notes; a deep burgundy that bleeds into purple in the dying sunlight. “Got stuck in traffic!” Lily answers, holding up the hem of her dress as she jogs across the street. Benjy trails behind her, not in any hurry as he waits for a car to drive past before stepping off the curb. “Bus driver was a wanker.” Is the first thing that Benjy says, edging past James so he can greet Dorcas with a wet kiss to the cheek. The thing James has learnt about Benjy over the past eleven or so years is that it’s honestly best not to ask. So he doesn’t. Instead he turns to Lily, gives her a smile, and says “You clean up alright, Evans.” “Oh, shut up.” She laughs, stepping into him so she can give him a hug. “You alright?” Sirius straightens up, drops the butt of his cigarette on the ground and steps forward. “He’s a pain.” “Isn’t he always?” Lily asks, grinning as Sirius tugs her into a hug of his own. “I’m standing right here.” James complains, staunchly ignoring the fact that Bertha, Dorcas, and Benjy are all laughing at him. “That’s what makes it fun.” Lily promises, eyes amused. She frees herself from Sirius’ arms, but sticks close, and tilts her head at them. “Are we going in, or did you want to stand out here all night?” James pulls a face at her. It morphs into a gentle smile when he feels Sirius’ hand slip into his again, and not even the unamused look Sirius is giving him is enough to diminish it. He offers Lily his other arm, and together the three of them make their way towards the front door.

#jily #prongsfoot #jilypad #fyjamesandlily #gxldentrio #something tangerines #ot3: we were inevitable #hp fanfic #vic writes

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sunlitroom · 7 years ago

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Gotham 3.21 - Destiny Calling

As I watched it, and some random observations here and there.

Previously on Gotham.

In short – the theme for s3 barring these episodes. Betrayal! More betrayal! Betrayal for lunch, breakfast and dinner! People are dead, alive, dead, then alive again.

As always, long post will be long - monstrously long- and in two parts. There are likely to be rambling digressions. Gobblepot may appear (although I welcome all shippers and non-shippers alike :)). There will be naked favouritism and naked not-favouritism. Broader comments at the end on plotlines and parallels and general direction.

Screaming and mayhem outside while the bank still tries to run as normal. An old woman repeatedly asks for her savings while an uninterested seller tells her there’a problem with the account. The old woman reveals herself to be infected, and starts wrecking the place. We’ve all wanted to do that in the bank, really. And the post office. Especially the post office.

An armed officer runs out of GCPD while a virus'd prisoner beats a cop and general mayhem reigns. We go to the locker room and see – hilariously - that someone has written ‘Gordon has the rage’ across the lockers. What the actual fuck? Who took the time to do that?

The virus voices are telling Jim he’s a killer as he stares in the mirror, hissing it over and over.

(A big disgruntled aside: So – Jim’s big dark truth is that he’s a killer at heart? Really? Weirdly – I watched an episode of Star Trek at the weekend, in which Kirk had the following wisdom to offer (because Kirk can solve all problems :)).

All right. It's instinctive. But the instinct can be fought. We're human beings with the blood of a million savage years on our hands, but we can stop it. We can admit that we're killers, but we're not going to kill today. That's all it takes. Knowing that we won't kill today.

And it’s never more true than here. Barnes told Jim that. There’s no big fundamental difference between Butch and Harvey, Oswald and Jim, Barnes and Falcone, Bruce and Jerome, Bruce 1 and Bruce 2. It comes down to what they choose to do. Their ability and inclination to make good choices is – of course – dictated by their circumstances: but they still ultimately have a choice. There’s not some innate quality that makes a killer – nothing ‘special’ about the ability to kill.

Further – we’ve had ample proof that Jim has no particular love of killing. He refuses to kill Oswald way back in the pilot, and again in the middle of the Galavan mess – even when Oswald has a gun pointed at him, and killing him would have made Jim’s life easier. He could have shot Barbara in the church tower, or let her fall, but tried to save her instead. He didn’t want to kill Ogden Barker. He expressed regret over killing Galavan. We might see him lose his temper a lot, and get physically violent – but that doesn’t equate to some burning need to kill.

So – this just doesn’t really ring true.

And as a final observation, this is basically a betrayal of the man we started out with. We come in with Jim, who is appalled at the state of Gotham because of his innate decency. He’s ‘the last good man in Gotham’. He has to compromise his principles over time because there is no other way to get things done, but it is with the end goal of doing the right thing. If anything, the tension was how much Jim was willing to compromise his ideals to do the right thing, how much that hardened him, damaged him.

So, when, how, and why did this morph into: ‘Jim Gordon has a big bad darkness at the centre of his soul, and his dearest wish is to kill?’)

Jim is visibly fighting the virus. Harvey enters the room and asks for Jim’s gun - not badge. The officers know he’s infected, and Harvey is doing his best to keep this situation stable. Jim says he can control the virus, but Harvey says it’s for his own protection.

We hear that Lee apparently disappeared in the chaos and is waiting for Jim to give in. Harvey tells Jim to prove her wrong. Jim asks where Bruce is.

Bruce is in the interview room, where Alfred watches from behind glass. Jim and Harvey enter. There’s a brief conversation where they establish it’s not the clone, and Alfred says he must talk with Bruce – whose strength, he believes, will bring him back to his right mind. Lucius then enters, calling Harvey.

(An aside – and where was clone Bruce this episode? It was sorted of implied that he could play a role here, and it never came about)

Harvey is delighted, Lucius has found that there’s an antidote

I could kiss your face

Lucius actually did detective work and found notes about the antidote in papers from court leaders house. Hugo was designing own special antidote. Jim asks where Strange is, only to be exasperated when Harvey explains. Jim says Strange is a weasel who’ll be trying to get out of town (you’d never do that, Jim, would you?), and that they should check the downtown train station.

Lucius tells Harvey to wait in a warning tone. Harvey tries to say he knows the risks, but Lucius points out that Strange's version is accelerated and Jim won't be able to fight long.

I like Lucius. He’s smart, and measured, and compassionate, and actually puts in the work. It’ll be interesting to see how the balance at GCPD works next season because, in many ways, he’s supplanted most of what Jim should be.

The railway station where people are fleeing town. Hugo still looks so stylish. He’s stopped by too burly men and utters a truly beautiful,

Oh no

Fish appears

I think you mean: hello Fish - I miss you.

She smiles,

Don’t worry sweetheart, the fun has just begun

Hugo looks resigned as he’s taken away.

A penthouse overlooking the city. Ed has been reading Villainy for Dummies, and is loftily talking about Rome – I think it’s Nero fiddling while Rome burned, but I tuned out. He praises the Court’s style

Barbara is more interested in the opportunity to consolidate power. Ed has no interest in running Gotham. He only wants to kill Oswald because, as we saw when he was desperately trying to make contact with the Court, Ed can’t leave a job undone. Babs is impatient. Ed will need muscle for that, and why should she help Ed, if Ed won’t help her. She wants Ed to use that ‘big, beautiful brain’ of his to help her, and she’ll help him.

(An aside – uh, have Barbara and Ed been intimate? I know that Barbara can sometimes sexualise her mannerisms – but there was a familiarity there (baby, honey, all the touching) that was…. different, and they’re very in-sync. She’s not really using her sexuality in an attempt to seduce him to her cause either. I’m not suggesting a romance – but it wouldn’t surprise me if that was how they’d killed some time in that penthouse, or at some other point.)

Back with Fish and Hugo

I thought we were friends

Hugo stammers that he can't refuse the Court. Fish tells him she isn't upset. She knew that when Hugo was summoned it was to cook up horror. She needs horror. She knows the Court made the virus, and she knows there’s more.

Hugo pleads, but Fish is implacable.

You will give me the virus. You will give me the army you promised me. You will give me everything I say until the city is in the palm of my hand. Clear?

Hugo manages to be bitter, resigned and obsequious in two words

Yes, madame.

Jim and Harvey arrive at the station too late. Harvey's phone rings. It’s for Jim – Lee checking in.

Jim answers. He tells her to turn herself in. Lee comments he's fighting – but the cage is finally open – he’s free. She thought he loved her – they can be together now. Jim doesn’t want it like this. She pours herself some of Jim’s whiskey and asks what the whispers say. Was it about hurting? Killing?

See how well I know you

She says she’ll check in later, but she’s off to have fun.

Jim looks like he’s succumbing to virus when Harvey calls his name. He gives Jim a gun. They’re off to find Hugo

Jim and Harvey meet Fish’s crew in some tunnel somewhere – presumably leading out of the station

Fish tells Harvey he looks awful. Harvey thanks her, and then says

I know in your own sick way you love this city. Gotham is bleeding to death

Hugo laughs suddenly – he’s noticed that Jim has the virus

Fish approaches him, and asks what it feels like. Jim says like it’s taking all his willpower not to kill her. Fish and Hugo confirm that they have a cure for the virus, while Jim fumes. Harvey says he’ll shoot her if she doesn’t step back

Jim growls that she’s had her chance. Fish is no fool, though – she has backup. Victor charges up. Jim leaps up and breaks a water pipe. Victor’s gun freezes the water, creating an ice wall – behind which Jim snarls. Fish looks at him.

There he is - the real James Gordon. Nice to meet you, at last.

She laughs and walks away. Jim snarls like an angry chihuahua.

Burning city shot again. We’re at GCPD.

Alfred has brought Bruce tea, and asks if he’s hungry. Alfred isn’t being trite here – we will try to make tea and sandwiches in times of crisis. He talks about going home, or going to Switzerland, where they had happy holidays

Bruce is blank, and tells him his attempts to elicit emotion are clumsy, and that he murdered his best friend and teacher. Alfred says he was a liar, manipulator, and brainwasher. Bruce denies this – saying that he gave him revenge, and took away his pain – which is more than Alfred ever did.

Alfred looks like he’s in pain

Bruce says they’ve merely paved the way for one who is to come. Alfred asks what he means, and Bruce ominously replies:

You'll see

Oswald’s mansion, where Bridget and Victor squabbling over who gets to kill Hugo, while Hugo trying to ooze way out of it. They power up, and he panics, calling for

Miss Mooney

Miss Mooney is busy - I'm here now

It’s Oswald, who has been sitting nearby, drinking.

I think your children are angry with you. You made them what they are, then abandoned them.

He tells Hugo he’s working with Fish. They’re partners, now – she forgave him. She has evolved. She has a vision. She sees a city where people like Oswald, Victor and Bridget are in charge.

He also tells Hugo that the virus is tearing that city apart, and they need an antidote.

Hugo says if he tells, he has nothing to trade for his safety – they can torture him all they want. Oswald blithely says OK. Hugo looks worried. Oswald comments that in Arkham, he was tortured daily. Hugo blusters

That was therapy.

Oswald looks outraged for a split second, then smiles

The sensation was like my head being torn open, and hot lava poured into my brain. Thinking of it afterwards made me physically ill.

(An aside – oh Oswald.)

He laughs

So – naturally - I had to have it

Oswald has the machine. Hugo caves instantly - which is testament to how bad the pain elicited by the machine actually is. He’ll tell them everything.

Oswald smiles.

I know - but not just yet

He flips the switch. Hugo screams.

Back in the tunnel – Jim punches his way through the ice. Apparently, the virus makes your bones very hard too. When they get to the street, a still virusy Jim tears Harvey’s car door off. Harvey tells him to fight the virus, not his car, and says he’ll drive.

GCPD – where a random cop tells Alvarez that Mayor James has called in the national guard. Oh no - Alvarez is infected. He breaks the man’s neck, and starts trashing the place.

The interrogation room, where Alfred asks Bruce again who's coming. Bruce wants him to leave. Alfred refuses, and asks him again,

Remember who you are

I know who I am. I have a destiny

Alfred tells Bruce what the sensei offered was not real – he needs to remember what's real. Bruce snarls that vengeance for his parents’ murder was real.

Alfred says that’s not real. What's real was how Bruce's mum read to him when he got sick, or how Alfred and Bruce’s dad looked for him when he got lost sailing in storm, out of their minds with worry. They might have died in that alley, and that man may have taken away the pain of that one night: but there is no life or love without pain. That man could not touch the love Bruce’s parents gave him, that he still has inside him – the same love Alfred has for him:

I love you. I would do anything for you, I would die for you

He tells Bruce he needs to find that love

Come back to me, master Bruce.

Bruce has tears in his eyes

(An aside – I have tears in my eyes. Godammit show.)

There’s fracas outside. Alfred reluctantly leaves. Bruce is still shaken - but sees Alfred has left his pen.

Alvarez is picking off cops at random. Alfred tackles him, and nearly winds up shot himself – but Lucius comes to the rescue. Alfred thanks him. Lucius is admirably unshaken. However, when they head back to the interview room, Bruce is gone having used Alfred’s pen to pick the lock on his cuffs.

At Sirens, Butch tries to convince Tabitha that Barbara has to go, and that sharing info with Fish would take out Ed and Barbara at once. Tabitha isn’t convinced though. She’s also distracted by Lee, who is ordering a drink. Lee drinks a lot in this episode, are we sure booze wasn’t Lee's deepest desire?

Butch says he’s surprised to see Lee. She calls him an errand boy, then a shoe-shine boy, then says she wants to see Barbara. Butch has enough of the insults, and moves to throw her out, but then sees she has the virus, and is tossed across the room

Tabitha checks on an unconscious Butch. Lee taunts her – asking her repeatedly to take a message to her boss, and calling her a sidekick – first Theo’s, now Barbara’s. The next time Lee sees Barbara, she’s going to rip her head off. Tabitha looks worried at this. Lee leaves, and Butch begins to come round.

Bruce is on the chaotic streets, heading for the demon’s head, or whatever. Lucius and Alfred follow some way behind – Alfred promising to kill whoever did this to him.

Fish and co in the slaughterhouse where the antidote is kept. Oswald tells Hugo if this is a trap, Hugo is dead. Hugo says it’s no trap – he tested this version on livestock and set aside a successful batch. He takes test tubes of antidote from a safe. It’s concentrated and once diluted - enough to cure every infected person in the city.

Fish tells Oswald that they will rule the city together. Oswald agrees, but first he will kill Ed. Fish promises that he will, and all those who tried to stand in their way. Oswald looks rapt. As they begin to leave, there’s a noise. Fish calls out:

Who’s there - show yourself

It’s more Cirque de Soleil assassins. I tire of this. A huge fight breaks out.

Harvey's doorless car.

Harvey is getting a call about an ice and fire fight in a slaughterhouse, which he mentions to Jim. Jim just snarls in response

Just drive the damn car

Are we sure the virus didn't amplify Jim's innate tendency to behave like a prick?

Back to the slaughterhouse. Jim and Harvey enter the fight. Jim starts taking down assassins, flinging them about, killing them for no good reason. In the middle of his killing frenzy, he runs Fish through with one of the assassin’s sword. She gasps, and drops the antidote.

You damn fool

Oswald screams

Fish!

He runs to her side. Fish calls his name in return, and he holds her as she folds to the ground. He’s desperate – telling her it will be OK and they will get help. Jim watches wide-eyed behind them, the virus seemingly clearing as soon as he’d realised what he’d done.

Fish shakes her head.

No – I’ve done this enough to know when I'm finished

Oswald is still trying to comfort her, but she interrupts.

Listen to me. Make this city yours, or you burn it to the ground.

With that, her eyes become fixed and staring. Oswald weeps. This is the third time now that Oswald has held a parent (in this case a parent figure) as they died. The third actual time.

Jim still looks aghast at what he’s done, gaping down at the scene in front of him. Hell – everyone’s aghast – the place is silent.

Oswald turns, enraged and grief-stricken, running at Jim.

Ppeople call me a monster, but you – Jim Gordon, you are the monster!

The attack puts the virus back in charge and Jim grabs Oswald by the throat, lifting him high in the air.

You're right. I am a monster.

Harvey hits Jim on the back of head to force him to drop Oswald. He asks Strange if there’s more antidote. He says there is – he only needs one thing….

And it’s Jervis, sitting nervously alone in the back of an Arkham ambulance. We hear sounds – and Butch opens the door. Jervis is fidgeting, twisting his hands high on his chest as this is happening, and it makes him look oddly vulnerable and childlike.

Tabitha is nearby, and Barbara and Ed lean against a car, talking. Ed’s sources have told him about the possible antidote and, he smirks, Fish’s death. But Ed knows they’re missing an ingredient:

This bozo

Ed – you’re wearing a shiny green suit. Let’s not fling insults. Meanwhile, Jervis is wide-eyed and smiling

Are you my saviours? Are you the one to set me free?

(An aside – Jesus, poor Jervis. And that’s something I never thought I’d write – but he really is set up as incredibly vulnerable here.)

Barbara smirks,

Not exactly. Let’s make Gotham beg

Ed smiles, while Jervis looks like he’s just realised this is not a good place to be.

Back on the streets again with Bruce, seeking out the Yuyan building. He has an auditory flashback to his ‘sensei’s’ instructions – which is handy, since his endless wittering about pain and destiny had become white noise to me. He finds the building, and enters.

It’s a room with a huge statue in the middle. Bruce touches the statue, a secret door opens, and he walks down a stone spiral staircase. At the bottom, there’s a stone passageway – which he starts to walk down. Something seems to speed past behind him

Lucius and Alfred outside on the street have stopped outside the building. Alfred tells Lucius to let Harvey know where they are, and Alfred goes in, eyeing the ornate door/statue thing.

Meanwhile, down in the tunnels, more of the slaughterhouse assassins surround Bruce.

(An aside - someone's been playing too much Mortal Kombat)

Another assassin appears behind Bruce, and makes them stand aside. Bruce enters a room with a large pool in the middle (I feel like I’m playing a text-based adventure)

There’s a voice

I wouldn't touch that, Bruce.

This is Ra’s al Ghul. He tells Bruce his sensei died but succeeded – he led Bruce to him. He is a demon, a saint, a ghost. He’s seen things that would shake the core of Bruce’s beliefs. But in all his travels, he never found a true heir. He asks Bruce if he’s ready. Bruce says he is –but Ra’s says he failed. Bruce says Alfred distracted him.

Ra’s nods.

I know

He puts his hand on Bruce’s face - like Fish with Oswald, another proxy parental relationship. As he does so, Alfred is dragged in. Bruce stares at him

Don't be so surprised - can't get rid of me that easily.

He then banters a bit about the ninjas getting better of him before glancing at Ra’s delivering one of the best – if not the best – line of the episode.

You alright mate? What you come as?

(An aside - The British instinct to mock even in the worst circumstances does my heart good. Anything grandiose and melodramatic must immediately be made ridiculous.)

Ra’s laughs, but then hits Alfred. Bruce is to embrace his future by killing Alfred. He talks about destiny and joining him as he hands Bruce the sword. Alfred speaks.

He's wrong. There's no other way to put it. Your destiny is to be Bruce Wayne. And one day you're going to remember that, and how much I love you. I remember when mum and dad brought you home and gave you to me. A tiny defenceless little creature. Look after him, they said. I held you, and you looked at me, and at that moment I decided I would do anything for you. So if this is what you need to do, you crack on.

Bruce has tears in his eyes. Alfred repeats himself.

You do it.

Bruce raises the sword, scream, and stabs him. He almost immediately starts to shake his head, the mist clearing, scattered hallucinations. As his vision clears, he sees Alfred, and realises what he’s done. There’s a whispered ‘Bruce’ from Alfred, and he pulls the sword from him. Alfred falls to the floor. Bruce weeps. Ra’s laughs

You've broken through your conditioning. Impressive

Bruce is enraged

You don't control me anymore! I will never be your heir!

Ra’s says he will:

No – your strength fulfils the prophecy, you are my knight in the darkness

Bruce’s voice cracks

You made me kills Alfred!

Bashir’s voice gets all whispery

Use the waters Bruce. Our time will come

Bruce scoops water from the pool, and pours it on the wound. It seems to cauterize and Alfred splutters – alive.

Part two to follow.....

Thoughts?

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luciusantics:

Lucius could not wipe away the amusement on his face nor could he hide the way his eyes lit up at Rennie appearing at the doorway. He blinked several times in disbelief.

“Before I answer that question, I have to say, I’m more than a little surprised you decided to come all this way to have this conversation in person.”

He surveyed the area behind her and then moved out of the way, gesturing inside.

“As a matter of fact, I do enjoy music. The idea of someone singing to me to “cheer me up” however……it sounds more than a bit cheesy. Maybe someone more sentimental than I would like that.”

Lucius looked worried for a moment.

“Please tell me you didn’t come all this way to do that.”

He shifted uncomfortably, but raised his eyebrow at her following words.

“What’s wrong with games for intelligence? My brother and I enjoy playing them….although it can be a bit hard to determine a winner when our Father gifted us both with equal intelligence…..”

He paused for a moment, his lip slanting slightly as he studied Rennie.

“You really don’t think that’s all we do for fun, do you? We both enjoy movies and shows, as long as they aren’t too cheerful. We enjoy discussing the failure of humanity and of course we have our inside jokes. We have a lot of darker things we do for fun too.”

Lucius gestured to the main living room.

“Shall we sit?”

He was doing his best to be more kind and open to Rennie. Being polite was a natural part of how he got this far, even if he didn’t mean it. However, his brother did care about her and by proxy, Lucius had to care too. It’s not like she was going anywhere. He had already did everything he could to suggest to her that the end days may not involve her being alive. If that didn’t scare her away, nothing would. So it was time to be nice and damn it, mean it. Still, Lucius was naturally painfully sarcastic and he enjoyed teasing Rennie when the opportunity arose. He hoped she would be satisfied with his efforts to be more hospitable to her than he had in the past. And maybe, caring about her at this point was easier than he would like to admit.

She stared at him, wide blue eyes full of surprise. Really, she hadn’t thought she’d continue the conversation in person either. Plans change sometimes, right ? No harm in that ...

“ I sent that text 45 whole minutes ago & then, after I really thought about it: I decided I missed you. So, here I am. “

( Her nose wrinkles at the words ‘ missed you ‘, like she’s just gotten the scent of something sour. She worked on smoothing the expression out again as quickly as she could, recovering in a little under a minute. )

“ I didn’t come here to sing to you. I got something for you, actually - and I picked it up a little while ago, yet another reason I stopped by. “

She hunts around in the big Dooney & Bourke™ purse hanging on her shoulder, as she takes a step inside. There was a time in her life when she’d have been too intimidated and apprehensive to step any further than the veranda. Now, there’s only a split second’s hesitation before she allows herself to follow his lead towards the living room.

“ Oh, you actually play Chess ... and enjoy it ??? That explains so much actually. I guess, deep down - I always knew you were a nerd™. “

The quip doesn’t hold bite anymore as she sinks onto a plush couch and finally draws her hand out of her bag, holding two hard shell glasses cases. She thrusts them towards Lucius and waits expectantly for him to take them, a faint smile playing around the corners of her mouth.

“ I know you don’t like cheesy stuff --- but, I promise these are très aesthetic ! I got one pair in black and then another in red, because honestly ??? I wasn’t sure what the usual everyday vibe is. Also, I took the liberty while I was at it & had your initials engraved in the corner of both. No, before you ask: I didn’t get Damien any. “

Her rambling came to an end finally and a shy crooked smile had worked over her face. She won’t be admitting that she has matching flame shaped sunglasses in pink and purple with her name in the corner. He can just be unpleasantly surprised one day ... yay friendship !

“ If you do want to toss them, please do it when I’m long gone. You know, on account of not wanting to break my fragile little heart and what not ? “

#( Confession --- I may have possibly bought the exact some pair when I saw them just for the Lucius & Damien vibes. )#† What About An Uncomfortable Compromise ? † ( Rennie & Lucius. )

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