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Lazy Sunday
~900 words. No trigger warnings, just cute tickles on the couch.
Authorâs Notes: Had a little burst of inspiration so I wrote a little something. Itâs shorter this time, but Iâm fine with that. :)
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It was a lazy Sunday for Nathan and Kathleen as they both stared at the new show they started watching together. Kathleen was sitting up in her seat while Nathan lay sprawled across the couch, resting his head in Kathleenâs lap. They both enjoyed sitting like this and liked to take turns, as the other would usually fiddle with the otherâs hair or give a nice little head massage. It was Nathanâs turn today as he snuggled into Kathleenâs lap, her fingers combing through his soft hair.
He was in heaven. He was almost like a cat, really. He leaned into the touch, his shoulders relaxing as he let out a content sigh. Kathleen looked down to his face as she smiled herself.
Neither of them were really paying attention to the show anymore, but this was all mainly for them to spend time with each other anyway.
Nathan closed his eyes as Kathleen continued to massage his scalp with her hand, moving to touch the side of his head. Stretching a little, Nathan got very comfortable.
However, what he wasnât expecting was for Kathleenâs fingers to accidentally brush past his ear so delicately. He shot up in his seat as his eyes opened, letting out an unexpected squeak, goosebumps rising on his skin.
ââŠWhat was that?â Kathleenâs voice was filled with interested amusement.
âN-Nothing! It was nothing,â Nathan stammered, his cheeks dusting pink. âJust got a bit spooked.â He laid himself back down, head back onto her lap. She let out a little chuckle at his theatrics.
Now, because of all of this, Kathleen could hardly concentrate on the TV. She wanted her boyfriend to make that cute noise again. So, she continued giving him a nice little massage, playing with his hair. She needed to catch him off guard again, so she needed him to relax.
Nathan closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. Hook, line, sinker.
Her fingers âaccidentallyâ brushed past his ears again, a couple of giggles leaving his mouth as he brought one of his hands up to his head, grasping her hand. The blush on his cheeks only grew.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â He questioned, looking up at the delight beaming on Kathleenâs face.
âJust trying to get you to relax, honey,â With her other hand free, she moved her wandering fingers to the bend at the base of his neck, scribbling her nails lightly on his skin.
Nathan reflexively shrugged his shoulder to try to block the ticklish feeling, biting his lip to not let anymore giggles through.
âQ-Quit it!â He squirmed. Kathleen tugged her other hand free and scribbled the other side of his neck very gently, making him squeak and scrunch up even more.
âAww, so cute. Is someone just a little ticklish?â She teased, dodging his attempts at trying to stop her speedy digits. His face grew red as he started giggling a lot more.
âIâ hehehe! Liked t-the massage behehetter!â He couldnât hold himself back, he just let it all out. He shook his head back and forth at her touch.
âItâs not my fault youâre utterly adorable,â She cooed, her fingers moving to scribble under his chin as if he were a pet. This got some really bubbly giggles out of him, pouring out of his throat with no end in sight. With a single finger, she traced the skin on his jawline back and forth, back and forth, driving him mad. âYou shouldâve told me you were ticklish sooner, youâre extra cute when youâre laughing.â
âS-Shut upâ Ahaha!â The blush on his face was growing to his ears, a stretched smile stretched across his face. He was trying to grab at her hands with no avail, she would just target a different spot.
âAwwwww,â She crooned, booping his nose. âAre you flustered? Your ears are even redâŠâ She observed, her fingers moving back to lightly scrape against the side of his ears once more. He squeaked, finally breaking. He laughed, but then finally caught onto her wrists, pulling his body up.
âYouâre⊠youâre going to regret thatâŠâ There was a bit of a tussle, all in playful fun. Kathleen tried to pull her wrists free, but Nathan wasnât having it. He wrestled with her, eventually overpowering her and pinning her back to the couch cushions. She let out a nervous giggle. âSooooo going to regret itâŠâ
âWe can talk about this, right? AhahaâŠâ Her eyes were darting around, trying to figure a way out of this. But there just wasnât any way that she could. So she accepted her fate.
âLetâs see how flustered you can getâŠâ His voice was low, moving her wrists so that he gripped them both in one hand. His free hand hovered over her, making her sweat.
âIt wonât be as cute as your cute tomato coloured cheeks.â She quipped, smirking. But that just buried her deeper.
He gave a devilish smile back, eyeing her off. âThatâs it! You asked for it!â
The day continued on with a lot of laughter, a lot of wrestling, and a lot of tickles.
The TV was ignored, theyâd have to rewind it later.
#I hope my writing isnât trash. I donât write often these days.#only when I get a little burst of inspiration#I might do some fandom writing if inspiration strikes#what do you think? đ€#tickling#tickle community#tickle content#tickles#ticklish#oc tickling#fluffy tickles#tickle fluff#tickle fic#my writing#scribbly artist#my fic
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The fish sketch at the top right cornerâŠ
Now Iâm wondering⊠does he have any ability to communicate with the ocean-dwelling animals? The film does show that the Talokanil do use large animals like whales for long-distance transport and stuff like that, not to mention the jellyfish that made an appearance before whatâs his name got nabbed.
No food, no water, no sleep, only Namor remainsđŠ
#Namor #WakandaForever #BlackPantherfanart #sketchdump #aguapapi
#mcu#mcu phase 4#black panther wakanda forever#mcu namor#tenoch huerta#namor fanart#what do you think? đ€
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Columbo and the Knight (1984)
put me in the universe where Columbo ran through the 1980s and had a crossover episode with Knight Rider. I think they deserved it, and I am not just saying that because they're my two favorite Old Shows. @telebeast wrote a little fanfic blurb about it and I HAD to visualize it into a comic (which is also the longest comic I have finished thus far at five pages...), so writing credit goes to them.
Autism W!
#columbo#knight rider#art#michael knight#kitt#comic#highlight reel#crossover#telebeast#there are two small easter eggs here. can you find them. they were somehow not Entirely lost when i resized these for the public#this is what i mean when i say I Draw And It's Everyone Else's Problem. look at my INCREDIBLY niche crossover comic boy#if the knight rider fandom has like 12 people in it. how many of y'all have seen columbo#this comic is for like 4 people and me and phoenix are already two of them#niche is my specialty lets be real. weird niche obscure shit and ships nobody's paid attention to yet#not to suggest this is ship art. columbo has his wife and michael has his car lmfao#stylizing real people is EXTREMELY hard btw sorry for when they get off model. its partly a 'better imperfect than never finished' situatio#cant tell you how much i redrew some of these panels. weeps#this took me 2 weeks but i think i thumbnailed it all in may and the ideas been rollin around in my head since march#is anybody good at editing. please edit michael and columbo into an image together like its a screenshot. NOT generated. edited.#it would be so cool#ive drawn columbo a lot but i haven't drawn a lot of michaels. i was learning things about his outfit AS I WAS DOING THE DAMN#COLORS ON THIS. all the lines done. it was too late to change anything. i did all the lines and colored page by page#i realized my mistakes on like page 3. 1 and 2 were already done. it was Too Late.#imagine it though. them working a case together. switching between the more serious tone of columbo vs the goofier#action antics of michael and kitt. columbo being so impressed by Modern Technology. there's more i could say but phoenix may write#more of this crossover and i don't want to spoil it :'3#there's opportunity here though i swear. there's gold to be dug.#i like how kitt gets shading but columbo's junker peugeot doesn't. kitt looked wrong without any. columbo's car is matte and dirty#i also applied effects to this to make it look a little film-grainy and VHS like. some CRT TV vibes#the only question left is. did they put knight rider into columbo; or columbo into knight rider đ€
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priest guy sending mixed signals, what is he up to?đ€šđ¶đ€
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[Image Description: A warm-toned comic featuring Trigun98 characters. It opens with Vash shouting "YOWCH!!" as a half-eaten donut flies through the air, a bruise on Vash's tongue. Meryl, editing papers, is annoyed as he complains: "Ow! Ow! I bi'e my 'ongue..." "What's the rush?" Meryl asks, "They're all yours." Vash, still hurt, tries to explain: "They're jus' sooo good!" Meryl argues back, "Well, savour it then!" Wolfwood has been watching the scene unfold as Meryl continues, "Satisfying your sweet tooth doesn't come cheap, unfortunately." Wolfwood clicks his lighter open and closed, again and again. Without a word, he leans closer, his thumb on Vash's lips. "Wolfwood...?" Vash trails off. Then, Wolfwood opens Vash's mouth and knicks his thumb on one of Vash's canines in one fell swoop. "Wah? Huh??" Vash says as Wolfwood pulls his bleeding thumb away. He licks the blood off the wound then snickers at Vash. Meryl looks disgusted, Vash has lit up in an embarrassed explosion, and Milly remarks, curious: "Those are surprisingly sharp, Mr. Vash!" Question marks float around Vash, and his donuts lay discarded on the table. Each panel is signed by raepliica. End ID]
#trigun#trigun 1998#trigun 98#vash the stampede#nicholas d. wolfwood#meryl stryfe#milly thompson#vashwood#raepliica_art#ww has a thing for vash's fangs (because i said so)#i just know ww has had some interesting thoughts about those fangs the moment he noticed themâŒïžđŠ
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đ„#tbh i saw a wolf skull and went haha vash fangies (proceeded to black out for a week to draw this)#98ww is the most normal ww?đ€ WRONGâŒïž he's a freak like the other ones! but kinda in a different way#ww flustering vash by being the weirder one>>>>>>#meryl's dwindling sanity as collateral damage<3#if u squint real hard this is a polygun art#okay maybe it doesn't look like it at all... but it is to me#polycule casually hanging out and one of them HAS to be a freak in public ughđđ#anyway im rambling ajskshđđ#enjoy this full colour comic i did to practice while thinking i had lost the ability to colour:] (this is what only doing b&w will do to u)#described#thank you starberry-skies for the id!!â„ïž
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Happy pride to Tony Collette and Dr. Man specifically đđ«Ą.
#I can't wait for him to fuck his neighbor#dndads#dndads spoilers#the peachyville horror#tony collette#Do I have other things to say on the episode uh possibly? Mostly I'm thinking about Kelsey-#Mm in general but thinking about her owing that dude a bunch of money???#I guess that's probably the guy Milton was looking out for đ€#And MILTON what is *wrong* with him shsjsjks get OUTTA HERE#Really liked Francis this episode too probably the highlight for me tbh- him and the british kids??? Hello????? đ#dungeons and daddies#dndads s3 ep 3#You know I thought we might get some gay shit this episode but I did *not* think it was gonna come from Freddie#Thank you Mr. Wong#Oh and happy pride for realisies folks!!!
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MUGGLE BOOK CLUBđ„čđ
Since Clora grew up in a muggle household and Eloise spent 5 years in a muggle finishing school (reading was the only worthwhile partđ€) they bond a lot over muggle literatuređđđ once a month they choose a book (lots of times repeat their favorites) and meet up for a coffee to discuss the book and gossipđđ„čđ
Clora is yapping a lot in the beginning but towards the end Eloise gets worked up too and they enthusiastically yell at each other about different plot pointsđđ
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#what do you think theyâre reading???#tbh I was thinking either Frankenstein or Emmađ€#i feel like I went crazy with the colors on this one jajajajajajajajajajajajaja#but itâs a sunny day!!! everything is super saturated irl too so I guess it works#anyways I tried to make Cloraâs cheeks fat bc they are SO CUTEđ«đ«#and this is the first one I did where I LOVE how her face turned out I hope I did her justiceđđđđ„čđ#spent the whole day at the beach making sandcastles with a 4 year old đ„čđ„čđ„čđ„č#but we are entering the time of year when my apartment turns into my cityâs 5th beach#rip my broomđđ#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fanart#hphl#hogwarts legacy mc#hogwarts legacy oc#eloise babbit#clora clemons
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not to terrorpost on main- but i'd like to say a sincere thank you to the temeraire fandom for introducing me to the terror.
i would also like to say FUCK you what the FUCK is up. what the FUCK is your problem. HUH? do you know what i dream about now? the terror. do you know how i spend my day? reading the terror. do you know how many times ive watched this edit? i couldnt even tell you (go fucking watch it RIGHT now this is a THREAT).
im in shambles, im a mess, im a different person than i was a fortnight ago and its YOUR FAULT đ«”
tuunbaq sketch <3
#this show has me sick to my stomach and I cant look away#temeraire enjoyers please watch the terror#terror enjoyers please read temeraire#please dont look too hard at the flag..#i really tried to make tuunbaq look angy but i just dont think im capable#used an actual art program and wow they have nice brushes#you will never see me use them again.#the terror#temeraire#go watch the terror đ«#hold on hear me out#what if: tuunbaq.. but arctic dragon đ€#DO YOU SEE MY VISION#PLEASE SOMEONE MAKE IT REAL IM BEGGING
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I havent finished anything in a bit so please enjoy my favorite Grima doodles lmao đđ„°
#grima wormtongue#grima#lotr#lord of the rings#csp#pixel art#doodle#my art#.... posting this again bc its not showing up in the tags.. 2nd time this has happened to me and both are for grima posts..#đ€đ tumblr whats your beef?? why do you hate him?? hes just a silly guy!!#works out ig? bc i forgot to do alt text on the first go but like annoying. im going to have to check everytime now ig ugh :T#i have painstakingly rewritten my og tags bc itll bother me otherwise lmao rip ->#I missed playing w shapes lmao its fun!!#hes a wiggly man#also long pointy nose is my favorite shape actually. such a fun silhouette#the mcdonalds order is my fav one btw i live for that kind of anachronism lmao đ€Ł#also i think grima was always whispering weird stuff to theoden since almost no one was actually suspicious of him doing it lol#<- i have a whole drawing planned for that thought! Youll see it. One day >_<â#also technically from movie refs his cloak is one big piece w slits for the arms but i like the shape of separating it better!!#weâre in my mixed bag of canon and personal thoughts now lmao XD#<- i was a brighter happier man 2 hours ago lol#sorry if anyone sees these repost attempts and is annoyed 07 im just a bit confused why it keeps happening ToT#edit: its still not showing up? literally wtf tumblr pls.. my silly drawings... have mercy đ„ș đ đ#Edit again: WOAH IT MADE IT??? WERE IN THE TAGS NOW BABYYY SORRY FOR BADMOUTHING YOU TUMBLR SUPPORT IG??#in that case sorry for the double post lmao đ
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cw: you two have a son together, mention of being married, old man Bakugou
older retired pro hero Bakugou, who you find hunched over his desk one night. itâs late and the day was long and your son was whinier than he usually is. youâd think the old man would be in bed right now, but alasâheâs not beside you.
instead, as you round the corner to get a full look at him, heâs wearing his reading glasses, adorning an old ratty tank, his arms still big but softer than the years from before. he has a book open in front of him, desk scattered with pictures you canât see from your angle, scissors, stickers, glue sticks.
âWhat are you getting up to at this hour, old man?â You ask softly, smiling when Bakugou doesnât even look up from what heâs doing. his tongue is sticking out in the corner as he cuts a squiggly line on a picture, posing it beside another on a blank piece of paper.
âTherapist said I should get into crafting,â he grunts, finally looking over at you from over his glasses. âDo things with my hands, feel busy, get my mind offâa shit.â
you pad over to where he sits, the overhead lamp on his desk focused on the big baby blue book with white pages. peeking over his shoulder, you rest your head on top of his, chin nestled in the still unruly blond and silver locks, overseeing his work.
and honestly? it almost makes you wanna cry. itâs a scrapbook, the page open to pictures of your wedding day, how pretty you looked, how big he smiled at you. you can see other scattered pictures on his deskâwhen you got a promotion at work, when he was number one for seven months in a row, a positive pregnancy test, the cutest baby youâve ever seen, two little teeth coming in, baby being held in dads big ole arms that will always protect him.
âAfter this page, I gotta do the honeymoon.â Bakugou speaks gruffly, setting down a picture to wipe a hand down his face. âAnd then life accomplishment shit, the baby, his first steps.â He sounds so tired, and you canât help but wrap your arms around his shoulders, sliding down to smush your face against his own.
âYou always have tomorrow. Come to bed.â You say against his cheek, squeezing him when you feel the rejection start up in his belly. But he deflates, pulling his glasses off, reaching around to pull you in his lap. He looks so grumpy, with his frown lines and crows feet, and yet so handsome with his small smile and soft eyes.
âIâll print more pictures tomorrow. And maybe go by the store to get some more stickers, too.â He tells you in between kisses, his words soft, his hands rough through your pajamas. You hum against his mouth, holding his nape, afraid to ever let him go.
âYou do that. Now letâs go to bed.â You whisper, standing up and pulling him with you. He closes the scrapbook for now, and you glimpse at the cover, heart melting at the picture of you two holding up your son, both kissing his cheeks. The picture is captioned with âOur Lifeâ and you donât think youâve ever been more grateful to have met him.
#I feel like you can always tell what Iâm doing bc I end up writing about bkg doing it ajsjdkd#I AM SCRAPBOOKING!!!! and itâs more stressful for me than it should be đ#itâs fun tho!!! and nice to see it come together!!!!#but I think heâd hate it and be all grumbly about it#until it starts coming together and heâs like âđ I made this and itâs fuckin awesomeâ#loves putting in every single memory and every single picture of you#bc he canât decide which one looks better bc they all look good to him wksjdk#ends up having to get more pages or a whole other book entirely bc he runs out of pages#all dedicated to you and baby#why am I crying#okay bye I sleeby#also should I write tomorrow or do my makeup đ€đ€đ€ cause I wonât be able to do either until Monday đ€đ€#bakugou treats! đŹ#ânew treat in the streets! đ«#dad bkg
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hoochie đđ» daddy đđ» season đđ»
#this was extremely self indulgent lmao#i haven't drawn anything in MONTHS#edward elric#fma#fullmetal alchemist#my art#modern au#he has a chest piece.....bonus points to anyone who can guess what it says hehe#what other tattoos do you think ed would get đ€
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Billy playing hockey!đ„
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I like to think that Billy would be good at ice skating âžïž
#billy batson#shazam#dc captain marvel#captain marvel#dc comics#Made this after I saw an inside out 2 edit of Riley playing hockey#What sport do you think Billy would play?đ€#I know in one comic he joined the football team#fanart#fan art#my art#captain marvel dc
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Makima, devils and self-fulfillment
Dumping some Makima and CSM thoughts after a part 1 binge bc I think about her forever and ever. Iâm sure Iâm forgetting some devil lore, feel free to correct what i get wrong/whatâs been confirmed. On the table of contents thereâs why & how Makima got fixated on Chainsaw, her revealing liking for the country mouse and discussion of her nature & emotions & desires. Was the scorpion doomed to be a scorpion?
The most of this post was thought of during a conversation with @saccharineomens and I donât think it makes sense to jump into the spiral it sent me on without first laying down the interesting groundwork theorizing she did:
"Thinking about how makima herself wants to be deified. I wonder whether she recognizes the difference between Love As Worship and the love that Aki, Power, and Denji had. She says she wants to help humanity by having Chainsawman eat the âbadâ devils, but why does she want to help humans? Because she was ordered to by the Prime Minister? No, her drive seems much more personal than that, it seems like she teamed up with the PM for contractual reasons. (In the most recent chapters we see governmental members wanting certain devils to be eaten, too. What was Makimaâs relationship with them? Sheâs too independent to just follow THEIR orders, sheâs Control.)
So is she wanting to better humanity for the accolades, or out of the goodness of her heart? She sees the big picture. She sees any small sacrifice as worth it for the end result, and sheâs ruthless. Perhaps she thinks that a more sedate human race would be easier to control? But Makima doesnât loathe humanity. She never acts like she sees all humans as lesser. She loves humanityâs creations, like good food and movies. She just wants Good Things all the time
She says she prefers the country mouse BUT adds a story where she helps exterminate country mice like vermin. She likes the simplicity yet rejects the idea of being simple. Makima the complex individual you are"
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The story itself seems to prefr the country mouse. Well- it strikes a balance, shows that a risk to live good & fully can be very worth it, but still that stability over ambition is preferable, proning having a simple happy life over fame, a simple job instead of a dangerous one, etc etc. And I do find Makimaâs answer on this so so interesting, she prefers the country mouse, but this preference isnât out of affection or sympathy but because of how relaxing it feels to exterminate them when they cause problems.
Order satisfies her. Her order satisfies her. She likes the action of rooting out disorder. Maybe this is the devil part, like how Power especially wants blood and drinking it, I feel thereâs an itch to every devil, and for Makima itâs a very rigid world view/morality/standards & making things follow her rules and submit to her order.
And maybe this is why sheâs attached to humans too, why she felt it was worth it to stick with the government- because devils are chaotic by nature (itâs a whole plot point that hell is essentially a free-for-all battleground for example), meanwhile humans are the species that universally rule Earth with systems they invented and instilled. They made then enforced rules, complex and intricate webs of them. She feels alienated amongst devils but she understands the humansâ need for an orderly organised society, and now she wants to be part of it. Control and conquest require social dynamics after all, requires civilizations or groups. War is chaotic while peace is, well, peacefulâ Makima resents her sisters for being death, famine and war, things that throw the world in such chaos. She wants a world of perfect order, no matter how much collateral damage there will be if the end result is control.
This is even more interesting if you consider that yes, Makima is untouchable of her own design, she deifies herself with her omnipresent amount of control and the sway over others that she seeks and encouragesâ There is this urge to dehumanize her for it, that yes, she is the devil of control and that means she was never going to be any different, have any more feeling be any less uncanny. And I love part 2 so much for this, because it shows us the war devil and the famine devil and we see how frankly uncharismatic with poor self-discipline they are, Nayuta too, and it helps us realize just how much Makimaâs success was self-made.
She admires Chainsaw Devil, the Hero of Hell, because he had his own code and his own rules and he made Hell, the chaos pit, submit to them unfailingly. Wherever he goes he decides what he does and what happens to the people he encounters but does so consistently, he has his mechanism and his rules that he always obeys, and he fulfills them every time. Itâs still a mystery the why of Chainsaw Devilâs behavior back then and how it works exactly, maybe Pochita left hell because he was tired of these rules he lived by like chains, but still, he was a servant to his code. Makima would have been glad being killed and eaten by Chainsaw Devil because itâd have been becoming part of his design, his conquest, his domination, sheâd have been part of that âhisâ order. Through her death she would be shaping his world and be part of a conquerorâs making history. Like how she appreciates the country mice that die for the sake of order. Like how sacrifices must be made to herself, like listing the name of every person whose life was lost to the Gun Devilâ All for the ~greater good~, for her vision for the world. Conquest always thinks its reasons are justified.
And she does mention with the country mice thing that she goes out to a friendâs farm every year! She has a human friend?? That she visits yearly and she genuinely likes it?? Ultimately she lives a busy city life because of her goal and drive and her urge & satisfaction with overseeing shaping the world herself, but part of her, like so many characters including Angel and Aki and Reze, wishes she could live a slow peaceful country life. Moviegoing and dogs and mice in a farm- Wouldnât it be so much simpler if Makima could find fulfillment and happiness in being a farmer, in keeping control of her own farm, getting satisfaction from exterminating vermin and expertly getting everything right, the right crops grown at the right time on the right soil? Here, too, in a way itâs trying to have full control of an ecosystem, but her goals would be easier to achieve and better, without ceaseless sacrifice or much pressure. But Makima wants grandiosity and her goal does matter to her on a fundamental and moral level, she does think she knows whatâs best for the world, and with the power to change it why wouldnât she strive to? Visiting the farm is just a break, just something she does in fall to help out and just in time to see the vermin extermination. It calms her, then itâs back to actual work.
In capitalism, even the one at the very top of the ladder is ultimately alienated from others and often unsatisfied by their lifestyle, always wanting more and more power because surely thatâs the extra edge they must be missing to be contentâ like how Makima thinks she wants to dominate Chainsaw Devil instead of being his equal. And she says it herself too, she likes humans the way humans like dogsâŠâŠ.. And she keeps so many dogs :( Makima prefers the country mice because theyâre calming to root out, maybe because she usually mainly deals with city mice. Itâs very easy to equate humans to the mice in this allegory because itâs pretty direct and sheâs already likened humans to lesser animals compared to her. Sheâs self-isolating by design for her design but she still craves relationships and contentment, and the dogs are the embodiment or her want for bonds and occasional simplicity because there is no possible ulterior motive, no way they tie back into her wider plan. Theyâre her personal lifeâ something that feels so alien when speaking about Makima. Personality and individuality and likes and preferences and friends they visit every year. She likes how easily she can train a dog and how they become putty in her hands, at her beck and call, how much they love her and how much she enjoys their love. How simple and straightforward and easy it is. She keeps them because she likes being loved by them and loving them, and sheâs gotten and raised so many. A conqueror always wants more and more and more, is never satisfied.
Devils and agency
Like Power the blood devil wanting blood and having a fixation on drinking it like with Denjiâs, or how it was shocking that the violence devil was pretty tame and nice and how he himself theorized it was because he was a fiend and possessing a human body⊠Thereâs something to be said about nature vs nurture with the devils. The way they reincarnate and always embody their fear makes it seem categorically like nature, that they always always end up fulfilling the role they were named after and born to fill⊠Outside influence theyâre helpless but to conform with. Like the humans accepting their spot in the social ladder and the shittiness of their living conditions and job under capitalism. Makima craved being equals with someone despite being the control/conquest devil, Angel Devil despite claiming to be a devil who likes to see humans dying was haunted by their deaths and wanted to avoid ones like Akiâs. The Ghost Devil being ironically haunted by Himeno, seemingly helping Aki in her memory out of⊠Lasting affection? Or maybe it was less about being haunted itself and more about it recognizing how Himeno haunted Aki, and acknowledging that, with the memento, paying her respect to the ghost of her. Itâs Angel Devilâs devil nature that makes him like human suffering, so then is it his angel nature too to still care about their deaths? Is there truth to this or is that just personality, just our confirmation bias haunting every part of their identity like it might in their own view of themselves too? We do know different reincarnations of devils do have different personalities after all.
Yoru, war devil, is the most interesting one when talking about the nature vs nurture debate with devils. There is how through her we see the perhaps the most the consequences of a devil stopping being fearedâ we see a horseman for a concept as universal and horrifying as war be reduced to some bird who needs a contract with a human to have any power even just on the situation when meeting Asa. And through the story we get to know her better, and it becomes clear that her goal is fueled in good part by simply wanting to be remembered and respected through fear. Liked, validated, seen a powerful. But what is more isolating than war? Or control? We also see Nayuta accepting othersâ house rules. If part 1 shows perhaps the futility of running away from the truth, with Denjiâs memory, with escapist coping mechanisms, with passivity and denial under a corrupt system and with abusive relationships- running away from your own feelings and from the reality of things and from all that you are, more complex than simply human or devil or both or neitherâ part 2 builds upon the theme of cult of personalities, the chainsaw church, etc. The apocalypse is coming, but this celebrity superhero might save us all, or doom us all uh, dunno. The hero of hell reliving the cycle of pressure from responsibilities and expectations, maybe the part will end with Denji running away like Pochita did~
But yes, on the reverse, I think Famine is a very interesting example of how a devilâs namesake may be more innate than coerced by circumstances. One would think that a famine devil would only like inflicting famine upon others, not being famished itself, but Famine has a bottomless stomach that can never, ever be satisfied, sated. I struggle to find a psychological explanation for this, except that maybe instead of her being hungry itâs her feeling empty when sheâs not eating, tasting and having that high sensory experience that releases serotonin in humans, sort of like drugs? But I do take this as a step towards the compulsion theory overall, feels like a reach in the consistency otherwise. And compulsion does not mean itâs something that they like nor that itâs something that they fight against, pretty neutral, just a nature that nudges you towards one path. Maybe itâs even just their go-to for entertainment. Maybe itâs the only thing that makes them feel right and whole. But still the debate remains, what is it, a compulsion or an urge or an itch or an active desire or a conscious chosen want? Does it change anything in practice?
And because of all of this earlier, devils being self-fulfilling prophecies with their role is not in unsignificant part nurture, because doing their atrocities is how they stay rememberedâ feared, powerful, knownâ hell and devils are a very isolating place and breed after all, and we do see devils can want companionship. Existentially, itâs their purpose and how they justify their place in the world, in the terrifyingly vast and unknowable cosmos.
We still know so little of what makes Chainsaw Devil so special, why his carnage is so self-controlled. Despite a chainsaw maybe being possibly one of the most "nature" thing you can beâ a tool to cut things, a human tool that can be helpful for many things, something to be wielding by another at their judgement on what they decide, but mainly something to cut, a tool suited for carnage, to hurt and to destroy. A blade with a toothed chain, spinning around and around and around endlessly on the same road at the same pace. Such aâŠ. Innately circular concept. And yet the Chainsaw Devil is his own, not driven by an urge or by chaos but his very own brand of order, his own unique assigned purpose, a "if you call iâll come running to help" policy equalizing everyone. He chooses to withhold his destruction and interference otherwise, and then he chooses to be used. If itâs a choice, of course.
Maybe this is what inspired Makima so much, that Chainsaw Devil could decide what to make of himself despite expectations or innate role. Because even Hell he decided & managed to subjugate under his will and whim, with a precise vision and process. When Chainsaw Devil acts like Denji or is defeated, Makima clicks her tongue and loses her admiration and respect. Makima admired and liked Chainsaw Devil, but only as long as he matched her great image of him in her mind, as long as he followed he rules for what she thinks he should be like. She admired him for his unrivaled self-made success, but once he stepped out of that to truly embody self-fulfillment and agency, disappearing from hell to live on his own road at the beat of his own drum⊠Well. Surely that was a mistake she has to correct. However their second battle ends, the better conqueror will have prevailed and sheâs happy about that, all in the spirit of domination and subjugation.
Imo Makimaâs biggest tool, similarly capitalismâs most helpful effect for its own purposes, is complacency. Resignation and passivity helps uphold the system and go along the flow of the will of the people in power. Aki and Reze go along with orders even when knowing their job is trash, etc. In Angel Devil especially we see him go along with the flow uncaring about anyhing, and we discover it was in part due to Makima taking away memories that motivated him. If every devil decides this is just how things are and how things should be thatâs what theyâll continue to be and do mindlessly, not pursuing a better life like Chainsaw Devil and Denj and not seeking to change the world like Makima. I think even Makima veils herself to a lot of things, she doesnât like to think deeply about some things, like her desire for connection, or how making bad movies disappear is strenuous and unsustainable and requiring sacrifices at bestâ how her judgement is as subjective as anyone else. How liking the country mouse and her friend back at the farm and her dogs could be not devoid of sentimality. Wanting bad movies erased is her one biggest show of selfishness, of pettiness and individuality, itâs about her tastes, simple as. About how she can have tastes, and cry seeing a scene of people hug, and want things that arenât logical, her ideology and mind twisted into a pretzel to avoid acknowledging that she doesnât live and breathe purely for the mission sheâs made a single-minded robot out of herself to accomplish. Nayuta is assertive and selfish and loud, Makima is manipulative and strategically both for her goals and for coping hollow.
Everything in her plans and goals she says is for the greater good, necessary evil, manufactured happiness the way sheâll have decided for peopleâ and thatâs the thing isnât it, like with War, itâs the crack that shows it was all truly about herself after all. Her self-made deification still had the flaw that a self made it. Makima is not omniscient, and itâs not Chainsaw Devil the not-so-fellow-kindred-soul conqueror who gets the best of her, but a city mouse, a dog, someone she would have never thought to respect, Denji.
#Fumi rambles#Chainsaw man#makima#analysis#meta#The goal is moreso me dropping thoughts than being flawless on every aspect of the lore so if and when i get things wrong b mercifulâŠ.#Maybe her liking of control is why she remembers the ww2 authoritarian fascists. I donât want to say the word jic for tumblr search#Pity is never a factor When mercy is a sign of a talentless actor#And as you grow its hold on your throat starts to falter And once you go beyond pure humanity's border#You will come back like a dooooog đ#Thisâd be a different topic but. I donât think makima likes denji as much as one of her dogs. If so iâd say it was in the moments where#she brought him to movies but even thenâŠ.. i think she has more fondness for her dogs bc w denji it was indifference and derision#I love you please humiliate me / strip my dignity and laugh my honey#God. God iâm fine. Iâm so okay about csm#Makima has a cryptic but strong sense of morals?? That doesnât align with ours obvi but#âSomeone like you has no right to wish for a normal life do they?â What do you meannn what do you meannnnn#What is this contempt for denji. Does she see herself as moral or part of those that are city mice bc theyâre undeserving of a calm life???#Maybe famine only feels fed on humans and their blood đ€ or their fear. man idk idk idk idk but i wanna see more of her quirks#And before someone says âbut every demon likes to drink bloodâ power is especially fixated on it tho cmannnn#Did Angel lie when he said he liked seeing humans die?? Did his haunting thing become worse after meeting Aki?? Did he suppress it#because he feels like he doesnât belong as a devil??? bc heâs suppressing his memories of the villagers he cared about??#Has he just been trying so hard not to care for so long. Passive bc he thought thatâs all he could or should be#AGHHHHH#Spoilers#Thereâs a lot more iâd have liked to touch on like the popular theory that Makima was *raised* by the government#and iâve seen a take that the âmy friend at a farmâ thing is all euphemism from makima about her troublesome human killing job ykyk#but i think the phrasing is too literal and natural for that. The snow and soil talk everything. Itâs a perfect allegory but it can be both
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I just love this scene even more because of this one gesture he does . Like he was truly debating whether or not to deny and explain that Chris isn't really his son . He looks like he does half a Woah dance đ
#911#911 abc#911 show#evan buckley#eddie diaz#christopher diaz#buddie#You two#have an adorable Son#Do we think Eddie heard that or what#He stepped away not only 4 feet away so like đ€#And do we think Buck told him about the silly elf lady thinking Chris was their son#This scene is pretty famous so I'm sure this all has been debated before#But it's just silly
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Missed opportunity to not make a nozaki nendo of him wearing that sailor uniform lol
So true! You are so right! Anon you gotta call the good smile company and share your idea.
While you propose that, I'll propose that they make a nozaki bunny suit figurine.
(Plus, a Kashima nendroid. Ofc. The prince deserves her own nendo)
#/J#i actually find bunny suit figures so boring#they are all the same#you know what would sell?#a figure of Hori and Kashima in theatre costumes making a dramatic pose#I would buy that#but who knows maybe I'm biased#(I am. Kashima and Haruhi from ohshc are peak gender)#gekkan shoujo nozaki kun#do you think the nendos will have a tiny tanuki accessory? đ€
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Now donât get me wrong, I absolutely think that from a moral standpoint Glenn made the better choice at the end of the trial- in fact I think one of the most tragic things about that scene (where we hear Glennâs reasoning and all that) is that if you needed irrefutable proof that Glenn is both a good person and a good dad, there it was! But of course by that point it was already too late.
But⊠Sometimes I find myself thinking about⊠How to put this⊠If Nick had learned of his dadâs decision, do you think he might have⊠Taken it the wrong way? Do you think if Nick Close had learned that Glenn chose to give up being his dad, he would have understood this as the ultimate act of abandonment? Or that his dad didnât see him as someone worth fighting for? Not that I think Nick would have wanted his dad to fight the dragon either per se, but⊠Well, maybe deep down some part of him would have, actually.
#I frankly donât know if this one is coherent! But I really do think about this a lot actually. As much as it may seem unimportant.#Also Nick Close posting is gonna become my new favourite thing I think#dndads#dungeons and daddies#Nick close#glenn close#glenn close dndads#nicky freeman#đ€ will this resonate with anyone other than myself? Who can say!#I really did think that somehow Glennâs decision at the end of the trial would have somehow been used as proof that his verdict was wrong#But alas the Burch man would not have it be so easyâŠ#I really do need to get back to writing lawless (a fic of mine!) at some point đ€#Even if that story is about all the kids- and though you wouldnât necessarily be able to tell by whatâs currently out-#It is actually at the base of it all a story about Nick Close
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before it felt like a sin, ch. 1
pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC
word count: 3000
summary: Eloise never wanted to be different.
And yet, her differences are what have defined her life up until this point: growing up as a squib in one of the most prominent wizarding families, being exiled to muggle society, and then attending Hogwarts at the age of sixteen.
She finds herself thrust into the life she should have been prepared for from birth but was denied. As she navigates this new life and her new precarious position in her family, she must come to terms with the fact that maybe what she dreamed of her whole life isn't turning out how she ever expected it would.
a/n: Hi everyone!! I decided to post this here too...I'm slowly going through everything I've written so far, and I want to post each chapter here as I edit them. I'm hoping that this can be a way to a) get back in to writing more, and b) get better at my art as I make full illustrations for each chapter. Let me know what you think!! :)
There is nothing quite as horrible as being a muggle, Eloise thought savagely as she ripped out yet another stitch in the landscape she was embroidering. At least, it was supposed to be a landscape. Maybe with her head tilted to the left and with her eyes almost closed so everything blurred together, it might resemble one. She did just that, trying her hardest to make out some recognizable shape and blast the stupid practice of manually pushing colored thread through a fabric in some sort of -
âAnd what is this, Miss Babbit?â
Eloise jumped at the sound and looked up at the scowling face of her teacher, and then quickly back down at the tangled thread in her lap. Behind her, she could hear the hushed giggles of the other girls in her class.
âOh! ErâŠitâs -â
âHow long have you been here?â the woman interrupted.
âOne hourâŠI just -â
âDonât be smart with me. I mean, at this institute.â
âFive years.â Eloise glared down at her embroidery as if it had personally offended her. It wasnât like she was actively trying to be bad at everything, but she had the distinct disadvantage - how had it ever come to be that she would be at a disadvantage to muggles? - of not having spent a lifetime being prepared for muggle society and all that it entailed. The last five years had been a monotonous, endless cycle of lessons designed to turn her into the perfect lady: French (a waste of time as Eloise was already fluent), embroidery (a waste of time as the things she embroidered werenât actually useful), dancing (a waste of time as she was already engaged to be married - why would she bother trying to woo another silly man?), and her most dreaded class of all: etiquette. No matter how many years had been spent trying to assimilate into muggle culture, her thoughts still got muddled when she tried to remember the steps to a dance, or how to properly address the son of a duke.
Did it really matter, anyways, what the other girls thought? She had pretended her whole life to be the daughter she thought her parents had wanted - now she was simply pretending that she hadnât been thrown into the muggle world without a second thought. What was a bit more pretending - that she didnât care? That she hadnât been tossed aside without a second thought?
âExactly. Five years. And yet, you have shown no progress whatsoever. This -â a finger jabbed accusingly at the embroidery - âis absolutely horrendous. If your parents hadnât continued to make such a sizeable donation every year, I would have deemed you a lost cause and sent you packing when you first arrived. How your family ever managed your betrothal to the son of an earl is beyond me.â
Eloise grimaced at the mention of her fiance as her teacher clapped her hands together to get the attention of the class - a wholly unnecessary action due to the fact that it was already being given. âClass is dismissed. Please collect your belongings and put them in the correct place. Remember, as future wives and mothers, you must be organized in all aspects of your life. Many of you will be managing important households and the slightest misstep -â a slight glance to Eloise out of the corner of her eye - âcan cause the biggest of scandals.â
Eloise raced to gather her things and leave the classroom before everyone else. No matter how many years had been spent at the school, she couldnât help but hate sitting through the classes amongst the judgmental stares and snide remarks. Although things had started out shaky at the finishing school - to be expected, really, when youâve grown up in wizarding society and then are then forced to live as a muggle - it still stung that after all these years, she still hadnât found a friendly face. She was treated as if she were a pariah: it was as if the other girls just knew that something was different about her. ButâŠwasnât that the great irony of it all? She wasnât different than them. She was a filthy squib.
When she first arrived at the school, she was an anomaly. A twelve-year-old girl who didnât know how to play the piano or who the queen was. It was clear to everyone that Eloise wasnât the charity case of the school - her parents were obviously quite wealthy - and yet they seemingly wanted nothing to do with her. Whereas the others got regular letters and visits from their family, it was as if Eloise were an orphan. Nothing new to her of course, but to her peers this otherness aided them in her ostracization.
Upon entering her room, she was abruptly pulled out of her thoughts. Something wasnât right. Everything seemed the same: a twin bed perfectly made opposite a small wardrobe, a plain wooden desk placed between them. The weak afternoon sunlight shone through the window, illuminating her desk. ButâŠthere.
ThatâŠ
Placed on her bed, resting on the pillow, was a letter.
She never received letters.
Eloise shoved her embroidery under her bed and hungrily grabbed at it, pausing when she saw the address. Miss E. Babbit. The Third Bedroom on the LeftâŠÂ It seemed vaguely familiar to her in a way she couldnât quite put her finger on.
As she read the letter, though, it became apparent to her exactly why this was. Although not exactly the same as the one her brother had received six years earlier, it quickly became apparent that this was a Hogwarts letter. For her. For Miss E. Babbit.
Hands shaking, she set the letter down on her desk and sat on the edge of her bed. She smoothed her hands over her skirt over and over, taking comfort in the familiar softness as she tried to even her breathing.
How was this possible? She had all but accepted the fact that she was a squib. The shame of her family, a dirty secret to be hidden away and never talked about or mentioned again. Her parents had suspected as much by the time she had turned seven without any signs of magic whatsoever manifesting around her - not even a basic transformation of brussel sprouts to sweets during dinner. It was ultimately confirmed, however, when her own Hogwarts acceptance letter never arrived. She had spent the whole year before her banishment daydreaming about her life at Hogwarts, still optimistic that there could be something magical inside of her. Her brother, Leo, came home every holiday with wonderful stories of his new friends and teachers, and the subjects he was learning at school. Even back then, at twelve years old, Eloise hadnât been sure if he was actually hopeful she wasnât a squib, or if he had been trying to prolong the fantasy for her before it all came crashing down.
Although she had had five years to come to terms with her new life, there was still a small part of her that hoped. A small âwhat ifâŠâ. She had tried time and time again to squash that tiny ray of optimism that would escape every so often, tried so very hard to cultivate a hard exterior that wouldnât let any sort of vulnerability shine through. And that optimism was a vulnerability, after all. It was that vulnerability that had made it absolutely impossible for her to fit in the muggle world, and made it so that she didnât really want to try.
Five years to come to terms with the fact that she needed a new purpose for her life andâŠ
âŠnot anymore?
Eloise grabbed the letter and greedily read through it again, drinking in all of the words. She paused at the end, thinking. Was this a forgery? Some sort of awful joke orchestrated by her brother? Leo had never been cruel to her in the past; in fact, he was the one who always encouraged her and was the most probable source of the small optimism that remained within her. However, she had no way of knowing how he had changed since she had last seen him. It had been, after all, five very long years. And not once had she heard from him, even though he had promised her through huge sobbing gulps that he would never abandon her. Maybe their parents had slowly poisoned him against her. It would be right on the nose for them, after all.
Looking at the envelope again, howeverâŠThird Bedroom on the LeftâŠno. It was too specific. Nobody in her previous life had any reason to even want to contact her again, and nobody in her current life even knew what Hogwarts was, let alone have the ability to convincingly forge a letter just to have some fun at her expense.
A light, bubbly feeling began to spread throughout her body as it sunk in that this was real. She was going to Hogwarts. Soon, a - squinting at the letter again - a Professor Fig would be contacting her and giving her things to study. A huge grin slowly spread across her face and she hugged the letter to her chest as she fell back on her bed. She read through it again. Was it the fifth time already? It felt as though no amount of times rereading the letter would ever be enough.
Eloise got up and walked over to look at the calendar on her desk. She was surprised to see that September 1st was in only two days. The days at the finishing school moved in such a strange, sluggish way. They all felt the same. Monotonous. French and Latin and embroidery and household management and Merlin even knows what else all blending into each other in an endless parade of dusty classrooms and gossip and boredom.
The light feeling left her in an instant as, after years of practice, the optimism was squashed back down. But how will you even get to London? And, her brain added sneakily, you havenât even shown any signs of magic. Maybe youâll just be returned back here after they realize their mistake.
No, she thought fiercely, gripping the letter. Until -
A tapping came from the window. A tentative smile returned at the sight of a tawny brown owl with another envelope in its beak. She ripped it open as soon as it was in her hands (again addressed to Miss E. Babbit) and along with the letter a small, purple pouch fell out of the envelope and onto her bed.
Miss Eloise Babbit,
I am pleased to be the wizard charged with such an important task as escorting you to Hogwarts in two daysâ time. It is something extraordinary to be accepted in your fifth-year, and as such, I expect extraordinary things from you. I have enclosed a small pouch along with this envelope, and in it are some items that will be vital to you in the upcoming days. I have included books for you to study at your leisure, and a small gobstone that will bring you to our rendezvous point in London. All you have to do is touch it at noon on the 1st and you will be transported instantly.
Your family has not been informed of your acceptance. I am sure you understand why - at this, Eloise scoffed quietly to herself - which is why I will personally be your escort.
I am looking forward to meeting you and bringing you to the sorting ceremony in two daysâ time.
Yours,
Eleazar Fig
The handwriting was tiny and spidery and cramped, but it didnât stop Eloise from reading it with the same vigor as the previous letter and as many times. Finally, she turned to the small pouch that had fallen onto her bed when she opened the second envelope. It must have had an invisible extension charm, because it was filled to the brim with books on basic spellwork and general wizarding history. Professor Fig had no way of knowing, but Eloise had already read many of these books and many more during the year her brother had started Hogwarts, as she had needed to know absolutely everything about what would be awaiting her. A few years may have passed since she had stepped foot in her familyâs library, but she couldnât get the books or their contents out of her brain even if she had wanted to. She had really wanted to forget everything she knew about the magical world when it was confirmed she was a squib but it was a futile effort. As she zoned out during her piano lessons, she would find herself mentally going through the movements to cast different charms.
It was painful to be thinking about things from the life that had been ripped away from her, to know that what she was thinking about would never come to pass, that she would never be able to wield magic - and yet she couldnât find herself able to stop.
As Eloise picked out one of the books and settled into her armchair, a steely resolve overcame her.
She would prove that she deserved to be there, and was just as capable as any of they were. She would make her parents regret ever discarding her like she was nothing.
She was worthy. She was capable. And she would prove it.
The morning of September 1st dawned cold and rainy. Absolutely perfect.
Eloise had pretended to be sick the night before, and no one had suspected a thing when she stayed in bed long after all of the other girls had gotten ready and headed to breakfast. As the last of the chattering faded away down the hallway, Eloise finally got out of bed and prepared herself for the day. It was difficult to sit still long enough to braid her hair. Her fingers wouldnât stop trembling and she had to restart countless times. Finally, she tied the black ribbon at the end into a neat bow and turned to the drawer of her desk to retrieve the small purple pouch she had hidden away.
Everything she deemed important enough to come along with her had already been placed inside: the books from Professor Fig, the hair ribbons gifted to her by her brother many years ago, and some clothing. Nothing else was coming with. She needed the fresh start. Besides, anything else she might need would be supplied, as her acceptance letter had specifically stated that any school supplies would be provided to her.
Waiting the hours before noon came along proved to be more difficult than Eloise had imagined. Time seemed to be moving slower than the molasses that had come with the breakfast sent up to her, the steady patter of the rain becoming a sort of metronome keeping time as she paced back and forth. Wasnât there anything that could distract her, even for a bit? She glanced at the clock. Only five minutes had passed since the last time. 10.35.
The second hand ticking away in tandem with the sound of rain splashing against her window.
What if this was all a trick? What if she arrived at Hogwarts, and they turned her away because they realized they had made a mistake? After all, why would they admit a sixteen-year-old? Surely she was too old; every other student had started Hogwarts at the age of twelve and had shown signs of magic much earlier than that. She still hadnât shown any signs of magical capability whatsoever, and didnât feel any different than she had before receiving the letter. It had to be a fluke.
As her thoughts started veering into the melancholy she was prone to, she shook her head. No. Today was a happy, exciting day. She wasnât going to squash the optimism down today, not when she needed it most. All of these thoughts she was having were simply that: thoughts. Not reality. Hogwarts never made a mistake, and in all of the history books she had read, she couldnât recall an instance of someone being turned away at the door. Granted, she had also never heard of someone being admitted so late. But, better to focus on what she did know, which was that she had gotten the letter. It must be right in its assumption that she had magic.
Trying to pass the time was easier said than done. She ended up quizzing herself on all of the charms she had memorized in the books sent by Professor Fig, moving an imaginary wand in the precise movements needed to successfully cast and focusing on her pronunciation. She had studied all of these forms late into both nights she had had the books, and when she would eventually close her eyes to sleep, the wand movements were all she saw.
Eloise was determined that she would receive pity from nobody. Nobody was going to look at her like she was lacking. She had gotten enough of that to last a lifetime, and now that she was given this opportunity she wasnât about to waste it.
When noon finally struck, Eloise was ready and waiting. She eagerly grabbed the gobstone that was sitting on her desk and felt the familiar tugging sensation in her navel as she was whisked away to London and the beginning of her new life.
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#im just writing this fic for fun & since Iâm editing it a bit#I thought it would be fun to challenge myself to do full illustrations for each chapter#(the reason I started these fanarts in the first place was for thisđ§ââïž)#if you actually read this I would love to know what you think!!#I keep going back & forth between wanting to make a master list and also explain my tag system on this tumblr#but at the same time I like the chaosâŠđ€#well let me know!! or if you have any suggestions!!đđ#it starts off a bit slow but this story is VERY canon-divergent#and will have a lot of mythology/magical theory/pureblood society etc etc#i dont expect these to really get much traction bahahahahahaha#but im going to have a lot of fun rereading my fic & making these illustrationsđ„čđ#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fanart#hphl#hogwarts legacy oc#hogwarts legacy mc#eloise babbit#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x mc#hogwarts legacy fanfic#hogwarts legacy fic#oh also???? how do you format these things??????????????? anyways the chapter is up on ao3 and honestly the whole fic up to chapter 22đđ#but if you have any suggestions lmk!!!!#like do I put the warnings for the whole fic on each chapter?? put only the chapter warnings??? literally this is me: đ§ââïž#a poor confused technology grandma
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