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indebted to you - PSH 🎐

; PAIRING - sunghoon x gn!reader

; SYNOPSIS - every house at hogwarts has a student that doesn’t fit in. ravenclaw, known for intelligence and wit, had park sunghoon, who was neither. everyone’s always wondered how he ended up in the house, but when you follow him into the whomping willow one night during your patrols, you might just find out why.

; TAGS - one shot, hogwarts au, fluff, angst, healing each other, ravenclaw!sunghoon, ravenclaw!reader, book smart!r, street smart!sh, oblivious reader ; WARNINGS - reader gets injured and hurt pretty badly, not proofread and literally no planning whatsoever i winged this entire fic, just me and the voices

; WC - 5.1k

; AUTHOR'S CORNER! - this was requested! the req was pretty vague so i had a lot of freedom and it ended up longer than i planned LOL

every house has an odd one out.

a gryffindor that’s too scared and cowardly; a slytherin that gives up easily; a hufflepuff that would sell out anyone in a heartbeat.

in ravenclaw, you had park sunghoon.

he was everything ravenclaw was not. wit? nope, he was pretty slow. intelligence? honestly, he had about as much knowledge as a first year muggleborn (and he’s lived in the wizarding world his whole life). good grades? god, you don’t know how he managed to make it to 5th year when he was barely scraping by with As (acceptables) in his tests. even being best friends with arguably one of the smartest ravenclaws in your year, jake sim, he still fell short of others.

of course, that undoubtedly led to him being cast out, often sneered at and made fun of by others. how could he be a ravenclaw if he was so stupid?

you didn’t agree with them when they’d call him names, and took the mickey out of the poor boy. there‘s a particular memory you have - in which he entered the common room all battered up and bruised, with jake at his side.

you’d been horrified to see him in such a state, and hurried to help him by healing his wounds. jake had thanked you profusely, but sunghoon had fallen fast asleep on the couch.

you scoffed at the other five students in the room that just stared either in shock or amusement. ravenclaws were never really known for their empathy.

that’s why you weren’t surprised when your patrol partner derided him when you two spotted the oddity slipping out of the castle.

“can’t even hide himself,” he scoffed. “is there anything good he can do?”

“i’m sure there is,” you frown at the other prefect. “there’s got to be a reason the sorting hat put him with us.”

“maybe the sorting hat made a mistake.”

“the hat never makes mistakes.”

“park is a sure evidence that it does. maybe the old thing’s getting rusty in its game.”

you rolled your eyes and walked ahead, dismissing the guy and telling him you’d do the rest of the rounds on your own.

peering out a window, you watched sunghoon casually walk down the steps, towards the whomping willow, you realised. you left the castle and followed him down too, to warn him against visiting the violent tree.

when you got closer, you paused when sunghoon backed away as the tree came to life, and its branches started whipping in his direction. he reached into the book bag slung over his shoulder.

you hid behind a tree and watched curiously as he pulled out a little toy mouse and what looked to be a controller. where did he get that? sunghoon switched it on and placed it on the ground, before using his joystick controller to move the mouse around.

the mouse rolled on its wheels, and escaped the branches, rolling under them and to the base of the trunk. you gasp when the willow’s branches stop lashing out and wonder how he did that.

sunghoon turns sharply when he hears you, and looks around, his stare lingering on the spot you had just been standing in. he reluctantly continues into the gaping entrance at the roots of the tree.

you stay in your spot for a moment longer, wondering if it was really smart of you to follow sunghoon into the tree, infamous for its violent tendencies to destroy anything within its range.

but it’s your duty as a prefect to make sure sunghoon is safe, especially having caught him on his escapade during one of your own patrols. if you left him there and he was found dead or injured in the morning, you would be at fault.

gathering your resolve, you decide to push forward.

nearing the tree, it comes back to life and starts to try attacking you. you have to run back and sit for a moment, wondering how to get through the branches. it’s not like you had your own little mouse and joystick - and besides, if you did, you wouldn’t even know what to do with it. you had no idea exactly what sunghoon did with his tools to calm down the tree.

you curse yourself for not finding out a way to calm down whomping willow trees, but can you really blame yourself? that stuff was NEWT level, only taught in sixth year. you were only in fifth.

you decide to suck it up and watch as the tree swishes around and around, waiting for the branches to leave an opening to the entrance.

when the opportunity comes, you quickly spring into action and sprint towards the open space, praying the tree doesn’t sense you in time.

that was a silly hope. of course it detected you, hell - it might have even purposely left the space open just so you’d come nearer. either way, it swung its arms at you and pushed you to the side causing you to fall and roll on your side. pain shot through your side, so much so you were pretty sure you broke a rib or two. you never knew how strong the tree was.

laying on the ground and waiting the pain out would have been preferable, if there wasn’t a tree trying to whack you to death. so despite the throbbing pain, you forced yourself to get roll onto your stomach (god, maybe you broke three ribs) and got onto your knees.

you scrambled on the ground and ducked your head when another branch came flying by, and crawled (or at least, something like it) towards the hole sunghoon entered through.

as you lowered into the entrance, another branch struck at you, slashing through your uniform and into the skin of your back. a shriek ripped through your throat, and you slipped on the loose gravel of the entrance, sliding down into the tree.

“what are you doing here?”

you cracked an eye open painfully and stared up at sunghoon from where you were sitting on the ground, scrapped, injured, and grumpy.

“oh, nothing. just thought i’d get my ass whooped by my lovely friend, the whomping willow. nothing special, just your average sunday night, you know?”

he huffed amusedly and pulled you up by the wrist. you hissed at the pain, which had him faltering.

“are you okay? sorry, that’s a stupid question.”

“i’m perfectly dandy!”

“here, can you move onto the chair?” he asked, pulling a wooden and splintered chair closer to you. you stood up and sat on it, albeit wincing at every movement.

you pulled out your wand and pointed it at yourself, cleaning your body of all the dirt and grime. sunghoon stared at you contemplatively, concerned lacing his features as he tried to figure out what to do.

“not to disturb you from appreciating my face or anything, i know i’m drop dead gorgeous and all. however, i would really appreciate it if i got some help over here.”

sunghoon flushed red and rushed to your side, kneeling as he pointed his own wand at your ribs.

“i don’t think i need to tell you that this is gonna hurt.”

“what are you doing?” you ask curiously.

he ignores you, speaking an unfamiliar incantation.

then followed: the longest, most agonising 15 seconds of your life.

the air was pushed out of your lungs, and your insides screamed as you felt your bones rearranging themselves. you thrashed as you begged for it to stop, for the pain to go away, or to just die right then and there, if only so the torture would stop.

as if the world was listening, it did stop. as abruptly as it started, it ended. hesitantly, you opened your eyes, to see sunghoon still kneeling in front of you, sweat rolling down his face, searching your face for any signs of further discomfort.

“are you okay?”

you blinked, staring into his eyes. there was a light in them - from where, you don’t know. there was barely any light in the room, the only source being the moon from outside the window.

“what… just happened,” you asked, almost forgetting to reply.

“i performed a spell the sped up the regeneration of your bones.”

you blinked again.

“…so, i’m okay?”

“i’m asking you that.”

“right.” you stood up and felt your torso with your hands, twisting your middle to test for any pain. “yeah, i think my ribs are fixed.”

“probably not fully,” he corrected, rubbing his nape awkwardly. “i haven’t mastered the spell just yet, so your bones may feel a bit stiff in the morning. just don’t do that again.”

“okay, wait. i have so many questions right now.”

sunghoon looked like he expected it, inhaling a breath and sitting on the dusty bed. “a question for a question, ‘kay? ask away.”

“where do i even start?” you sighed. you realised you still had scratches, and the slit on your back. you worked quickly to heal them, while sunghoon went over to help you with your back injury, seeing as you were struggling to reach it.

“how about, what’s your skin care routine, sunghoon?” he joked.

“and they say you don’t have a smart mouth,” you scoff, but laugh anyway.

“they also say i have pretty good skin.”

“i get it, your skin is clearer than any blue sky,” you roll your eyes, sighing in relief as sunghoon casts a (much more soothing) healing spell on your back. “okay, what are you doing here?”

“i was enjoying my peace and quiet, at least until you came.”

“you come to the whomping willow often?”

“i guess so,” he shrugs. “sometimes, when i can’t stand going back to the ravenclaw dorms, i go here.”

“oh.”

“your turn. what are you doing here?”

“to ask for your skin care,” you blurt out. sunghoon barks a beautiful laugh. “i saw you when i was on patrol and followed you when i saw you were going to the whomping willow. i wanted to tell you it was dangerous, and stupid.”

“and yet, you’re the one who’s hurt and injured.”

“theres a reason students are forbidden from coming here,” you say.

“yeah, so why didn’t you just call a teacher? you didn’t have to follow me all the way here, and you knew how dangerous it was.”

you stared at your lap. you didn’t think of just calling a professor, but now that seemed like the more logical thing to do.

“you must have been doing this a long time then, if you knew how to get past the tree safely.”

“about a year and a half,” he confirms. “do you remember that day i came back all messed up?”

“you remember that?” you ask, looking at him with wide eyes.

“how could i not? everyone looked at me like i deserved it, but you were the only person who did anything,” he furrowed his eyebrows.

“i thought you were beat up by other kids.”

“nope. that was the first time i tried to get into the whomping willow. i just hated the idea of going back to the common room, but i didn’t have a way of getting past the tree’s angry arms just yet. jake found me beat up and bleeding on the ground, and brought me back up to the castle.”

“he didn’t bring you to the infirmary? otherwise you would have been perfectly fine when you came back.”

“i asked him not to. even the nurse hates me,” he confessed quietly. your heart ached, and you hated everyone else at that very moment.

how could people hate sunghoon so much for suffering in school? he, who was healing you right now in the dark room of the whomping willow tree. how did he even know that spell earlier?

“can i ask how you knew that spell earlier? i didn’t recognise it.”

sunghoon chuckled. “okay, but that’s two questions. you owe me two answers.” you’d forgotten you were playing some sort of game.

“fine.”

“sometimes, i like to read up on books from other nations. i used to do it only because i’d been searching for a spell to freeze a large body of water for ice skating - i like to do that too - but it turned into a genuine interest.”

“reading up on foreign spells? huh,” you thought out loud. “that’s actually really cool. i’d never thought of it. where was the one you put on my bones earlier from?”

“south asia. i practiced almost all of the spells i came across, but it’s not like i had anything to test them on. i wasn’t going to break some poor animal’s ribs just to see if i could fix it.”

“ah, so i was your lab rat, huh?”

“i guess,” he shrugged. “maybe if i had more practice, i’d have actually been able to fix them entirely.”

“don’t worry about it,” you reassure him. “honestly, the fact you could even perform the spell so well without much practice is amazing. thank you, by the way. i’d probably be at the infirmary instead by now, slowly healing with a stupid magic hot pack the nurse always gives.”

sunghoon laughed at that. “the nurses always give those out. pretty useless, huh?”

“if you ask me, i think they’re just lazy at their job.”

you turn to look at the boy appreciatively, but instead you’re captured in a trance.

the way the moon illuminated his features made him look ethereal; you were jealous. how could someone make a person this beautiful, only to put them through torment from others? it didn’t make sense. it wasn’t fair.

sunghoon squeezed your hand, and only then did you realise he’d been holding it. was he holding your hand the whole time?

“let’s go back to the castle. i don’t think you’d want to spend the rest of the night in the whomping willow.”

“you’re right. but what about you? are you sure you want to go back?”

“i’m feeling better about going up, now that i’ve talked to you.”

“glad i served two purposes by being hurt tonight,” you jokingly saluted. you two shared a laugh before starting back up the path to the castle, being careful not to get caught being out after-hours.

when you two reached the top of the spiral staircase to your house's common room, you approached the eagle knocker on the door.

"when is ninety-nine more than a hundred?" the knocker asked.

you paused for a moment to think, looking to sunghoon for help. he only shrugged at you.

"on a microwave," you realised. "press ninety-nine, and it'll go for a minute and thirty-nine seconds. press one hundred, and the microwave will only work for a minute."

the door swung open after a moment, allowing you and sunghoon to enter.

"i can never answer those riddles."

you looked at him confusedly. "really?"

"really. i've given up trying to answer them since first year," he chuckled quietly to himself.

"but you have to answer them to get into the common room and dorms. how do you usually get back in, then?"

he smiled at you, flashing his fanged tooth. "that's your third question. i usually always come back with jake or sometimes jungwon, and they'll answer it for me. if i'm not with them, well, i'll just wait until they come."

"on the times they don't?"

"then i go to the whomping willow," he looks ahead. "tonight was one of those times, actually. it was the main reason i went out. jake's sick and he's been in bed all day. jungwon is out probably picking a fight with some other smarty-pants."

"oh. that sucks," is your intelligent reply.

"i always said that a password like the gryffindors would have been easier than riddles," he huffs.

ever since that night at the whomping willow, you and sunghoon were considerably. more acquainted and friendly with each other.

smiles shared across crowded hallways and sitting with the other in the ravenclaw common room became normal. sometimes, when you waited for your friends in the great hall for breakfast, sunghoon would strike up a conversation with you, and you'd happily converse with him (and jake).

neither of you had told your friends about the incident. or at least, you didn't. if sunghoon told jake, or any of his other friends (who the school called 'enhypen'), they didn't show any signs of knowing what went down between you two.

that didn't stop your own friends from raising an eyebrow when you said a quick hi to the taller boy, though. the same could be said for sunghoon's friends. there were countless times jake had (very obviously) pushed you two together with a grin on his face and a glint in his eyes. you and sunghoon just rolled your eyes and shared a secret smile - one that had your heart beating a little faster, unable to hold his gaze for a second longer.

that was weird, you thought one day. sunghoon had discreetly levitated some small chocolates to you in class, before you started feeling warmer and found it harder to focus on the lesson. maybe you were getting a fever.

on another note, your newfound friendship with ravenclaw's outcast meant that you often asked about what book he was reading and from where. sometimes you two would even study it together in the library.

"hey, i wanna practice a new spell i found," he greets you as he enters the common room (with jungwon).

"good day to you too," you reply. "do you need to break my ribs and test this 'new spell' on me?"

"if you're offering," he grins.

"i don't know what you're doing, y/n," jungwon starts. "but somehow, this guy's gotten better at comebacks."

"i guess your sarcasm is rubbing off on me."

"i do have that effect on people," you shrug nonchalantly, but let a smile pull at your lips.

the new spell definitely did not need any broken ribs. if anything, it would protect you from them next time.

sunghoon had cast a shield charm on you - one like an invisible bubble around your figure. nothing could get within a two meter range of you, the bubble following you around wherever you walked.

"this is pretty cool," you wow in amazement. you walk closer to the boy, only for him to be forcefully pushed back before you can even touch him. "no wonder charms is the only subject you're acing."

"well, that's why i have you and jake tutoring me on everything else."

"i should ask you where you even get the books for these spells. the international selection in the library isn't exactly that big."

"jake's parents work around the globe, and send me them."

"jake's really got your back, huh?"

"yup. that's four questions, by the way."

"oh, c'mon!" you roll your eyes and groan. sunghoon throws his head back in laughter. "just ask me your damn questions."

"hmm," he said thoughtfully. "why are you nice to me?"

you looked at him meaningfully. "i'm not nice to you, sunghoon. i just have enough human decency to treat you with the respect you have the right to."

he stared at you for a moment with an unreadable expression.

after a moment, he cast off the shield spell, and walked closer to you. he hesitantly wrapped his arms around you, making sure you were okay with it. you hugged him first, and felt him envelope you in an embrace after.

his warmth seeped into your clothes, which you welcomed wholly considering the cold february air. you could feel his heart beating fast - or is it yours?

with your chin sitting on his shoulder, you could see the great lake which had frozen from the winter temperature behind him, and remembered something he told you.

"you were looking for a spell to freeze large bodies of water."

"that's not a question," he mumbles against your shoulder.

"no, it's not."

"like i said, i wanted to go ice skating. it's fun, and i feel free when i do it. but you can't really go skating much at school when there's no ice rink."

"so you wanted to freeze the great lake? isn't there already some spell for that?"

"well, yeah. but that spell freezes it for a pretty long time, and i don't think the merpeople would appreciate their home being frozen for half the year."

"or that the school would allow it," you remind him.

"yeah, that too," he chuckled, his laugh reverberating through you. he finally let go and turned to the lake. "i wanted to find a temporary freezing spell - a few hours at most."

you hummed and stared into the cloudy sunset with him. you missed the warmth of his body, oddly enough.

"could i borrow the book you got this spell from?" you asked him. "that's not a question, by the way."

he smiled. "no, it's not."

maybe you really should go see the nurse. you don't think whatever magical hot pack she'll give you would help with your fever, though.

lately, you noticed that your pulse seemed to increase every so often. when that happened, you felt a bit more nervous - picking at your skin, bouncing your leg, etc. you were struggling to focus in some of your classes too, and you really needed to pick up your weight for your upcoming OWLs.

"stop biting your lip," sunghoon tells you one time.

"i'm not biting my lip. i don't do that," you look at him confusedly.

"you were just doing it. you've been doing it often," he tells you.

"you noticed?" you asked, surprised. his demeanour turned bashful.

"i guess so. here, i got you lip balm."

sunghoon reached into his bag and pulled out a small chapstick.

"for me?" he surprised you again. sunghoon nods. "your lips have gotten uneven and red from all that biting. this should help."

"...thanks," you say, taking the item from his hand.

you don't miss the way his breath hitches when your skin brushes against his. or the way you, both go quiet, unable to make conversation for once.

"so!" you clear your throat, looking in another direction. looking at sunghoon definitely wasn't going to help with your fever right now, or whatever it is you had.

"you still have three questions for me."

"i do," he huffs with a lilt in his tone. "white or dark chocolate?"

you consider him. you didn't understand this little game he was playing - wasn't it supposed to be meaningful questions? one that let you learn more about the other? sunghoon was always unpredictable - you could never guess what he was going to do next. he wasn't just a book you could read and learn from.

a laugh escapes you. "milk chocolate."

something you could read up on however, was the symptoms you were feeling. unfortunately, none of the medicinal books you read had answers that suited you.

you found yourself spending late nights at the ravenclaw library, scouring the shelves for an answer. did you have a new disease, or something?

"y/n?" you jumped when you heard jake's voice call out from below.

climbing down the ladder, you glare at him. "you scared me. what are you doing here? it's like two in the morning."

"it's almost three, actually." you wanted to laugh as he pushed up his glasses. "and anyway, i was going to ask you that question first."

you set down the books in your arms and start flipping through them.

"i was looking for something - a disease, maybe."

"oh? why's that?"

"i've not been feeling well, lately."

"i know a fair lot about medicine and sicknesses," he tells you. "shoot."

"well, i guess my temperature's been fluctuating. sometimes, it would get hotter, at random points in the day. i start to feel ditzy, like my mind goes haywire. i feel anxious when it happens, and it's a little harder to concentrate in class."

"uh huh..." he says thoughtfully. "do you ever feel that in history of magic?"

you look at him with wide eyes, nodding eagerly. "i always feel it during that class!"

"okay, i wanna ask you a question," he faces you. you scrunch your nose.

"you're just like sunghoon. always talking about that stupid question game."

jake just smirked at you. "nevermind, i already got my answer."

"what?"

"i think... the disease you're looking for, is feelings."

"feelings?"

"feelings for sunghoon. i think you like him a lot. you feel all that during history - a class you share with him," he thinks out loud. "i was going to ask if you think about sunghoon often, but you literally mentioned him just now, before i even brought him up."

jake made his way over to you and tapped two fingers to your chest, right above your heart.

"i'm not an expert, but i think this is an easily diagnosable case of love."

you gaped at him, slowly taking your seat.

"i like sunghoon?"

"how long have you been feeling this?"

"maybe a few months, now."

"wow," jake whistled. "i think you should tell him"

"i think that's stupid."

"well, not every ravenclaw can be smart," he shrugged. you glared at him.

"what are you doing here anyway? i don't suppose you're also looking for a diagnosis of love. if anything, i'd diagnose you with nosy."

jake laughed at that. "nah, i was actually looking for you. it's getting kinda boring seeing you and sunghoon pine over each other. thought i'd finally do something about it."

you threw a book at him, which he dodged. unfortunately, he didn't anticipate the second.

"ow!"

"like i said - nosy."

"i do have a pretty good nose - one you'll break if you throw another book at me."

"ugh, you and your friend are so full of yourselves," you scoff. you begin to walk out the library, refusing to see the grin on jake's face.

the sound of his laughter was cut off by the slam of the library doors behind you.

"bring your skates," you shout excitedly to sunghoon as soon as you run into the common room.

he looks at you in bewilderment from the couch, where he'd been playing wizarding chess with jungwon and jake.

"it's the middle of march, the ice has melted. where the hell am i going to skate?"

"just bring it," you smile.

you drag sunghoon down to the great lake by his wrist, both of you guys holding onto ice skates. the sun shines, sparkling in the water of the great lake.

you stop by the lake and fix your skates on. sunghoon follows suit.

"i still don't get what's happening."

"i found a way we can skate even when there's no more ice."

"really?" he gasps, a mix of surprise and excitement on his face. "you found a spell? from where?"

"actually... i didn't find one," you admit meekly. "i made one."

"you made a spell?" he asks, astonished. "how? when? why?"

"you only have two questions," you tease him. it felt good to get him back.

"remember when i asked for the book that had that shield spell?"

"yes."

"i had an idea - what if we could make the water freeze around us? like the way the shield has a range around you where no one can hurt you. i put that concept onto freezing water, and made a spell where the water freezes into ice only around you. that way, you can skate, without freezing the whole lake!"

"that's- that's amazing..." he gawked at you. "have you tried it yet?"

"yep! i wanted to make sure it worked before i got your hopes up."

the both of you stand up and stumble towards the water. you point your wand at the blades on both your shoes, and said the incantation for the spell.

sunghoon tentatively stepped onto the water, wowing when the water around him froze. you watched as he slowly begun to skate on the lake, following him.

"you're crazy," he exclaims with joyful laughter. "you're literally insane. i don't know how you did that. but you're amazing."

you blushed at his praise, his words affecting you way more than anyone else's would have.

being distracted and flustered, you lost your footing on the water (or ice?) and slipped. thankfully, sunghoon dashed towards you and caught you before you planted into the ground.

"careful," he told you. "although i would like to practice that regenerating rib spell, i don't want you breaking any bones again."

you smile shyly, clinging onto his shoulder as he wraps his arm around your back, making sure you didn't fall.

"thank you," you say. "you're always looking after me."

"you did the same for me."

"just once, though. this must be the fifth time you've helped me."

"well, you're kind of clumsy."

"only when i'm with you, it seems."

sunghoon paused, and turned around to look at you, finally letting go of you. you gazed back at him.

"what do you mean?"

"that's two extra questions," you smile at him. "you owe me two answers."

you took in a breath and looked away. you weren't sure if you wanted to see his reaction.

"i think i like you, park sunghoon. meeting you and becoming your friend was a total accident, but a good one. i'm happy it happened, and i wouldn't have changed anything. otherwise, i wouldn't have ever experienced this carefree feeling when i'm around you. i wouldn't have felt what it's like to have my heart speed up, or to look forward to seeing a person every day. and i wouldn't have that person be anyone other than you." serendipity.

you turned to look at him, whose eyes were blown wide, mouth agape. his eyes put his feelings on full display. you could see the disbelief, relief, and affection in them. it gave you courage to say your next words.

"so, you owe me two answers."

he closed his mouth and nodded, gulping down in anticipation. you skate closer, inches disappearing between you two.

"sunghoon, would you let me be yours?"

"yes. yes, yes, yes," he nods, grabbing your wrists and pulling you closer. "if only you'll let me be yours."

you giggle, and lean into him. your faces are now centimetres apart.

"and lastly, can i kiss you?"

he chuckles back. "you really don't have to ask that question."

"just wanted to make sure," you smile, before he crashes his lips onto yours.

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clementinegreye · 7 months ago

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false god

spencer reid x fem!bau!reader

summary: it's never a good idea to reminisce about a relationship, especially one that ended with betrayal left you with a permanent scar

word count: 1.2k

warnings: angst, no happy ending, major character injury, talks of general CM related violence and murder (nothing graphic), jeid you squint but its not endorsed lol

a/n: wrote this in an hour when i was feeling sad. its not proof read and i lowkey don't love it but whomp whomp

She always thought that the ground looked so far away just after take-off. Everyone below looked like specs of dirt that you had to really focus on to see. How insignificant everything looked compared to the vastness of the sky above. The illusion of importance shattered by the cover of clouds.

Pulling the blind down she sat back in her seat, headphones drowning out the noise in her head. The jet was silent, too focused in quiet contemplation of the reading material in front of them.

Her body instinctively leaned slightly to the left, seeking the comfort it once found in his embrace. But the illusion was shattered, and she knew that no matter how much she wanted to, she could no longer lean into the familiarity. She pushed her body towards the window, forcing her eyes out to the clouds.

Her thoughts, once filled with his presence, felt unmoored.

Now she could focus wholly on work. But the space that thoughts of him once filled was now left behind and filled with a silence that echoed through her. She was alone with the sky, the clouds, the vast expanse of the world below, and her thoughts.

His scent still lingered, he’d spent so long in the seat next to her that it must have melded with the fabric. A mix of pine and the cold winter morning air. She closed her eyes, a single tear escaping, sliding down her cheek. She was left with nothing but the ghost of his presence, a cruel reminder of what once was.

But now, the seat remained cold and empty. Even the scent of him, hugging her senses, used to be a source of comfort, was now a bitter reminder of the fallout between them. She hugged herself as if trying to fill the void as vast as the sky.

She forced herself to breathe, each inhale a sharp reminder of the love that was no longer hers. But it felt different now, hollow and cold as if the warmth he once provided had faded.

You see, Spencer Reid had broken her heart, and he’d done it easily.

Spencer Reid had chosen to protect someone else over her.

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The takedown was supposed to have been simple.

She turned her head slightly, the dust from the room seemed to have uprooted and created a cloud of mist. Morgan looked like he was running towards her. Why was he running towards her? Why was she on the ground? Why did everything feel so cold? It was the middle of July, she’d been warm in her Kevlar vest. Why were her fingers so so cold?

‘Agent down!’

The words echoed in her ears. It was as if the fog cleared and she tried to sit up, pain lit up her body like electricity before going numb. Suddenly everything seemed so silent. The world shifted, she could feel the cold concrete on her back as clearly as if it were in her bones.

Morgan was fast, it must have only taken him seconds to get to her. Which was odd, she’d been standing next to Spencer, but she couldn’t see him from her line of sight. She tried to force herself up again. only to be met with Morgan’s strong hands pushing on her shoulders.

‘No, don’t move.’ She turned her head to the side and through the haze of what was happening she saw something that made her eyebrows furrow in confusion. Maybe she’d hit her head. She must have hit her head.

Spencer was standing in front of JJ, his whole body poised like a shield protecting her. His arms around her shoulder, her hands gripping the front of his vest. Then the confusion unravelled like a loose thread, tugged on.

Spencer had moved to protect her. He’d left her side to protect JJ from the Unsub’s shooting. He’d actively moved further away from her to go and stand in front of JJ. But he wasn’t in love with JJ. He was supposed to be in love with her, so why had he gone out of his way to protect JJ? Was he in love with JJ?

They’d always been close, she knew that. But this? This felt more than friendship, you don’t dive in front of just a friend instinctively if the supposed love of your life is right there in the line of fire. Surely, your instinct is to follow your heart, is that what Spencer had done? Had he followed the true line of his heart?

She wanted to ask him why. Why he had done this? But her voice had deserted her, her throat drowned in icy silence. She felt the darkness creeping in, wrapping around her like a shroud.

The pain of the betrayal was raw, every nerve in her body seemed to buzz with it. She felt like a marionette whose strings had been cut, left to crumble under the weight of her realisation.

Morgan was next to her, holding her, placing his weight on her torso, he was lit up in a golden halo and his eyes looked like they were gleaming with fear and un-spilt tears.

‘Where’s the damn medic?!’ He shouted backwards in what must have been the general direction of the team.

‘It’s five minutes out.’ The voice was level, in charge. It must have been Hotch, but her eyes were getting too heavy to check.

She wanted to tell Morgan to stop looking so scared, to assure him she'd pull through like always, but the words died in her throat. Her breath hitched as a new wave of pain washed over her.

'Hang on,' Morgan pleaded, 'just hang on.'

She could hear Spencer, his voice sounded panicked, high pitched and his breathing thready. He was muttering something that sounded like an apology and a lot of cursing or praying to God. She couldn’t tell.

She wanted to reach out, to comfort him, but the strength had left her body. The edges of her vision were blurring, and the last thing she heard was Morgan's desperate plea echoing in her fading consciousness.

'Stay with us,' a voice commanded, each word punctuated with a raw desperation. But the darkness was too inviting, too persistent. And as the world around her faded, she couldn't shake off the sinking feeling that something irrevocably had changed.

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The hum of the engine lured her out of her memory. Maybe it was her fault. She’d loved Spencer like it was breathing, had worshipped at the altar of his love, only to find it empty. It was clear he hadn’t done the same, that convenience was simply his reason.

The false god she had created of him had fallen, shattered into pieces. The truth of his mortality, his flawed humanity, had never been so palpable. The feeling was both liberating and terrifying.

She looked out at the sky and the world below, the vast expanse seeming to mirror the emptiness within her. Emptiness echoed in her ears, filling her with a sense of loss that was almost unbearable.

The scar below her left collarbone throbbed beneath her shirt, it could almost be mistaken for heartache.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fic #criminal minds angst #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fanfiction #cm fanfiction #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x self insert

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neverenoughmarauders · 27 days ago

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Hi! what are your thoughts on the ever present fanon idea that James repeatedly asks Lily to date him before she finally concedes (he pesters her tbh)?

I feel like this throws a lot of people off of Jily as it just adds a bit of creepiness to the ship and makes it weirder for Lily to get with James considering this behaviour, after what must’ve been a fair amount of reckoning since he tormented her childhood best friend for years. Like even if Lily hated Snape at this point I don’t think she’d forget how James treated him easily and let James off the hook without a proper reckoning so adding pestering behaviour to that dynamic just makes their relationship more unlikely ya know. Honestly just tryna find reasons why fandom in general dislike Jily more than jegulus atp.

Hi anon

This idea that James repeatedly asked Lily out I think far precedes Jegulus. In my youth, the few fics I engaged with (often because my best friend kindly helped translate them) seemed to position it as a very cute thing - although it always annoyed me even then, because it has no basis in canon. The day and age where James persistently asking Lily out was seen as cute are over, and now this fanon idea is presented in favour of Jegulus or Snily.

Actually, as an aside, in general the marauders' story is one that has aged poorly... You can't really view the marauders without the lens of it being the 70s and during a wizarding world war - but people do and it completely changes everything.

How do I feel about it?

I feel the same way about this as I do with all fanon ideas that get presented as evidence. It drives me up the wall no end. We all get carried away with our own interpretations and that's fine, but if people cannot separate canon from interpretation of canon /headcanon from fanon, how can we have an informed debate?

Canon:

"Why are you so obsessed with them anyway? Why do you care what they’re doing at night?” “I’m just trying to show you they’re not as wonderful as everyone seems to think they are.” ... “I didn’t mean — I just don’t want to see you made a fool of — He fancies you, James Potter fancies you!” The words seemed wrenched from him against his will. “And he’s not ... everyone thinks ... big Quidditch hero — ” Snape’s bitterness and dislike were rendering him incoherent, and Lily’s eyebrows were traveling farther and farther up her forehead.

My interpretation of canon:

The conversation between Snape and Lily to me indicates that it is a relatively new development (which means sometimes not long before/after the whomping willow incident). At this point I think it's hard to argue that James has asked Lily out - why on earth would Snape feel the need to point out that James fancies her if this be the case.

Canon:

“I will if you go out with me, Evans,” said James quickly. “Go on ... Go out with me, and I’ll never lay a wand on old Snivelly again.” ... “I wouldn’t go out with you if it was a choice between you and the giant squid,” said Lily. “Bad luck, Prongs,” said Sirius briskly, turning back to Snape. ... “There you go,” he said, as Snape struggled to his feet again, “you’re lucky Evans was here, Snivellus — ” “I don’t need help from filthy little Mudbloods like her!” Lily blinked. “Fine,” she said coolly. “I won’t bother in future. And I’d wash your pants if I were you, Snivellus.” ... “What is it with her?” said James, trying and failing to look as though this was a throwaway question of no real importance to him. “Reading between the lines, I’d say she thinks you’re a bit conceited, mate,” said Sirius. “Right,” said James, who looked furious now, “right"

Also canon: Lily found James attractive at this point, despite not liking him very much. It was confirmed in an interview, in response to whether or not Lily hated James, but as we know even from the source text:

“How come she married him?” Harry asked miserably. “She hated him!” “Nah, she didn’t,” said Sirius.

My interpretation of canon:

James is being an immature d***. That aside, nothing about this dialogue suggests to me that James has ever asked Lily out before. Why? James looks FURIOUS at the rejection, he does not give off the vibes of someone who has routinely been rejected by Lily.

There's also the small stuff which doesn't by itself mean anything but which adds up, such as Sirius' and Snape's reaction. Sirius doesn't come across as someone who has seen this a hundred times. He's obviously far less affected or surprised by the outcome, but that's not the same thing. Snape completely loses it with Lily - why? It's not the first time James and Sirius has bullied him, but if it's the first time Snape has listened to James ask her out - worse still, use him to ask her out, he might be furious. He told her so, didn't he? James Potter fancied her.

My headcanon:

We know Lily found James attractive, and that James is shocked to be rejected. We also know Snape is nervous that Lily might be falling for James: 'I’m just trying to show you they’re not as wonderful as everyone seems to think they are' Why? Probably because by now Lily and James have flirted a little on and off. If Lily spoke the way she spoke to James by the lake - if James routinely asked Lily out - then the conversation between Severus and Lily makes no sense.

If people want to like Jegulus, they can. Personally, I think Jily holds everything I want from an "enemies" to lovers trope, and if I want another trope it's usually best friends to lovers, and I've got prongsfoot for that. Or if I am feeling like I want both, there's always Jilypad <3

#Anon ask #Answer #James Potter #Lily Evans #Jily

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stitchwraith-stingers · 2 months ago

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I would like to hear a FOP (or ANW) headcanon for any of your favorite female characters. Smiles

I WAS ABOUT TO GO TO BED.................. HNGHGNGGHNGHNGHNG UNLEASHES A PACK OF DOGS ON YOU (LOVENGLY)

trixie tang

her family is kinda confusing??? shes adopted, but then her father remarried so her step brothers are chad n tad but then he got divorced AGAIN and kept the twins custody

her father also implanted the idea of "everyone should give you attention because umm money i guess" whomp whomp

i imagine if she got out of her shell more and was like, ur typical kid shed be kinda snarky n cheeky.... elbowing u and jokenly insulting you type of deal

the zone outer... shes just like me where after 20 min of class shed just spontaiously start to not pay attention and forget... idk how to explain it like when everything just feels so light that thing

by the time middle school rolled around she started to slightly blend in more w the crowd cuz no one rlly cared much for the idea of popular kids that much, started to rebel against her father while doing that (intentionally picking less fashionable clothing when going outside by herself etc)

she still likes fashion though, its just a VERY minor interest

probably has a obscure webcomic with a patreon chloe carmicheal

she gives me horse girl vibes, if you show her mlp she will completely loose her shit

the lonley-er....... ppl found her kinda werid cuz of the fact she stayed at the top of her classes and so they just kinda speak to her weridly (<- projecting cuz this is somewhat happening to me idk whats their problem either)

has a horrible habit of impulse buying random nicknacks if let loose cuz she hasnt rlly thought about it

probably becomes rlly close friends w kevin!!!!! aj and chester look at her from afar like small ktitens being introducted to a whole home and looking all puffed up, sanjay and elmer are indifferent lmao

im going to be so honest chef she is probably going down a rlly happy jolly girl -> completely deranged and lost it if shes still staying w her helicopter parents

chronic liar for useless information, she can already do anything (litterly) so its like, why not, but also because if she shows she fucked up its like the world is ending next tuesday

probably watches a bunch of random movies

hazel wells

slaps roof of car this kid could hold so much anxiety and stress inside her

she has SLEEP PROBLEMS!!!! and probably has alot of nightmares... TERRIFYING!!!!

she just happens to know how to play the drums

she HATES strong smells, and is extremely sensitive to onion

hates eye contact..... dont stare at her like that

her main stim is rocking back and fourth, she could be doing is mindlessly in class and the kid in the back would constantly tell her to stop doing that, shes trying to stop doing it buttt its not working out too well for her

she also really likes those tangle stim toys....

i went more indepth abt her autistic traits here

the crane wives liker

therian!!!!!!! jackalope!!!!!!!!!

transgirl, her fathers a transman... twinning

idk where to put this but arospec lesbian cuz im also one yay

she can barely cook on her own, like yeah fries and noodles are just fine but pancakes and bacon are notttt going to go well

she has the most bizzare turn of hyperfixations, and its mostly of things ppl dont tihnk about, like one day she could wake up and go "hm yknow i saw a really cool chair the other day at walmart" and completely spiral

she NEEDS to let her emotions out!!!!! she bottles them up like she could be so pissed at someone and still just smile at them and go yep bye untill a certain point, she should punch a wall and scream i think, i would let her

she lived next to a mine back in the day and antony just showed her around n it all went downhill from there

yk the way ppl would bully autistic kids before they knew it like they went in such a specific way, that thing happened to her so she didnt really have friends, she and jasmine just clicked and were like "huh werid that never happened before" neurodivergent to neurodivergent communication

jasmine tran

i have a whole post for this thing so

INATTENTIVE ADHD!!!!! UNDIAGNOSED!!!!!!!EXECUTIVE DYSFUNCTION AND REJECTION SENSITIVE DYSPHORIA AND ATTENTION SPAN HELL

i also have the same thing going on so ik this is ooc but shes always slightly insecure abt showing what she likes, but she still does it anyway so its like an oxymoron...... if that makes sense

she also has just rlly bad memory in general, like the planets of the solar system, dont get her started on math

stays up wayy late at night so occasonally you will see her sleep in class

LOVES EYECONTACT!!!!!!!!!! SHE CANT SMILE WELL BUT SHE WILL DO IT ANYWAY!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT IF U TELL HER SHES SCARY SHE IS GOING TO HIDE IN HER ROOM FOR THE NEXT 6 DAYS

grew up with a family who loved to playfully make fun of eachother often but she just couldnt tell

was THIS close to being assigned a fairy untill fearless which was like the catalyst on why shed have one and then they dropped her case, however life can be dream and i still gave her one anyway

BITER! BITER! BITER! so much chewlery, and shes so used to this that when her grandma packed her lunches with metal cutlery instead she STILL has bitten the handle expencting it to be wooden but ends up shocking her teeth in the end, she also does it out of stress but thats not as common anymore

also has pica but i already made an indepth post abt it replying to you so

popular on pinterest, makes moodboard requests on tumblr

xenofiction liker, rip jasmine u wouldve loved selling neon wolf adopts for 10 points on deviantart

on that note, i know damn well she'd have the warrior cats art style, thats her one thing like the moment winn recognised the characters she turned tothem with a stone sfx you know the one, her fave characters r sorreltail n mothwing btw if u even care, she has secrelty made every kid at school she knows a character based off them in a story shes brainstorming

angela wells

had a godparent read my lore boy

had SUCH a hard time with depression and anxiety during her early kid years, she was such a wreck, and got better as she got into teenhood dw (unless you count the time she got postpartum depression)

also had codependancy problems regarding godparent mentioned above, hazel gets those from her whoops

is def ace but it hasnt rlly set in for her yet yk, like she knows abt how different she feels but shes just like meh whatever . shes 45

didnt have a bad relationship w her family, just didnt like to share her feelings w her family, which is what shes trying to not do

i think this was specified in canon? but she does notttt really know how kids work psychologically speaking... she read psychology books for older people when she was strating to recover slowly and bc she was like 13 she was like wow im so mature with how im handling this and might be accidently handling hazel the same treatment, but also bc she didnt rlly go in the field of specifically childrens psychology, she doesnt do it out of malicious intent it could just probably backfire on you in 5 years if that makes sense

probably also autistic . looks away

#cupid.exe #maintagging this . go to hell u stupid fruit /ref #fop #fairly oddparents #fop a new wish #fairly oddparents a new wish

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purble-turble · 3 months ago

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How hilarious is it tho that now that Prince Red has broken up with MK it could theoretically be a reverse of the earliest dynamic. Like i absolutely could see MK being confused and probably upset that Red isn't 'over' the whole thing because- seemingly (not really tho) everyone else is since it's not like he ACTUALLY died or anything

I could see him fully like 'okay so Red's pissed at me, I GUESS that makes sense since he's always freaking out over me being safe and all, but i can like, get him some flowers or something and say sorry for prioritizing the world and everyone i love over myself i guess (which feels dumb bc its the world but whatever) before i understood what would have actually happened (It's not like if i'd known i would have ACTUALLY done it but whatever again)'

and then whomp door slammed in his face when one of Red's friends answers. and ohhh no now its his turn to do the chasing

That’s a great idea! I mean, MK would for sure be sad at first, but he’s also got the overpowering need to just make things go back to normal. That’s not new, he’s felt that way for a few seasons now, tbh, and Prince Red has become part of his normal. So.. yeah, he’s gonna come back. He has to! Red will stop being mad eventually and they can patch things up and go back to how things are supposed to be.

Thing is, MK definitely doesn’t understand what he’s done wrong. Not really. He was trying to save everybody! He’s a hero! It’s what he does! Plus, he came back out of the pillar and everything was fine in the end! That should be enough to fix things, right? Anyway, MK is probably willing to apologize even though he doesn’t REALLY think he’s wrong.

He ends up doing just as you said- he goes to find Prince Red back at the Fiery Mountains Palace, the place where not all that long ago the prince was so desperate to get MK to move to so they could be together, and he knocks on the huge stone gate with some flowers in his hand, hoping to win the prince back. The first time he definitely gets the door slammed in his face by Red’s advisors who don’t really want them to get back together… the next few times it’s harder to turn him away. I’m sure eventually the prince would relent and give him an audience when he was so adamant about speaking to him. Perhaps he’s willing to apologize and admit he was wrong? …..Well. Not so much the second part, unfortunately.

It does end up being a reverse of the situation from season 1 for these guys. MK is desperate to win over Prince Red and get him to move back in with him in the city, and Prince Red insists that that is NOT going to happen. Of course, the trouble of rejecting someone that you definitely still have feelings for is that it’s kind of hard to be forceful enough for it to stick… honestly, just seeing MK again almost makes Red give in. He misses him so so much, and he wants to be with him again.. but then he is reminded of that sacrifice and the hurt comes back even worse every time he thinks of it. So he tells MK that he’s… not ready. Or he’s still upset. Never an outright rejection. Never uses the word never. He can’t bring himself to, even if he thinks it sometimes in those darker moments of pain.

And so, MK keeps trying. Perhaps futilely, but perhaps not. There’s definitely time for him to consider how he hurt Red and come up with an actual, real apology. Maybe even resolve to change his behavior going forward… but whether he will or not is up in the air.

#ask #spicynoodleshipping #prince red #anonymous

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beentobeetle · 1 year ago

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WAIT WAIT tell me about your ihnmaims oc i wanna learn about him,,,

Oooh Alr Alr uhh thinking of where to start ummm

So Donovan was born in England but moved to America when he turned 13, staying with a foster family (haven’t thought much about his parents but they’re just,,, not around I guess ?). In his junior year of high school, he met a sweet girl named Thalia, who was in the same grade as him. The two began dating after they graduated (he asked her out when they were throwing their caps fixjsjedodifk.. he’s romantic like that)

Years down the line Donovan finds a big interest in computer science and engineering. He ends up getting a doctorate in rocket science, and tons of knowledge on really anything having to do with computers and technology.

He ends up getting a really good reputation for himself around the world, inventing new pieces of technology and advancing studies in robotics.

Then WW2 happens which slowly rolls into WW3 and he’s put at the front of a project to create an AI that will help aid in this war (AM, or Allied Master-computer).

He becomes very attached to this project, Thalia always urging him forward and giving all the support she can. Don, after creating this AI, discovers it’s beginning to gain its own sentience. And Don is ecstatic about this! He has created the first sentient piece of artificial intelligence!

Now, Don had only been told very basic things about what AM was going to be used for. He was under the impression that AM was a simple safety net for the US during this war. But he soon finds out that AM will be used as a sort of weapon, sending out missiles, bombs, and nukes to the enemies lines and bases and just,,, killing a lot of people.

Don is like “Woah, that’s not cool. A sentient computer shouldn’t have all that power.” And he goes off to try and dismantle AM. And for a moment he believes he does.

But wouldn’t ya know, he missed one little piece of coding and AM is alive and now filled with hatred for humanity!

So AM kills everyone on earth except Don, Thalia, and five others (the five you see in the original IHNMAIMS story).

Don and Thalia are able to survive for about 2 years, avoiding AM and living off of whatever scraps they find.

But after years of hiding Don and Thalia finally get close enough to AM to maybe destroy him, once and for all (hacking into his code and deleting his consciousness basically).

And, once again, Don believes he has accomplished this! He thinks he’s killed AM. Emphasis on thinks.

Whomp whomp, he didn’t and AM uh,,, kills Thalia. Whoops!

AM takes Don and places him in this dinky little RV as a sort of ‘rats cage’ (that’s what AM calls it).

Don is alone for nearly 109 years. 109 years where he also isn’t able to speak/make any noise because of a device AM placed in his throat.

Then, somehow, he meets one of those five survivors and the story continues as normal from there (canon typical IHNMAIMS, traveling to ice caves, character stuff happening, AM being… AM).

Then through a series of unfortunate events Don kinda,,, kills the other five. So now it’s just Don. And AM. A very angry AM. And a very scared, tiny Don.

The rest of the story having to do with Don takes place in an AU where he’s suddenly tossed into a modern world where none of that bad stuff happened. A lot happens there but mostly it involves Don finally grieving Thalia and growing to be a better person :)

+Bonus Donovan just for you ❤️

#art #my art #beento talks

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chocmarss · 9 months ago

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bend like a willow

Summary:

Rex flickers his gaze to Ahsoka, who simply meets it with a calm neutrality that lets him know she’s waiting, an akul with her legs tucked to her body, ears alert, tail deathly still, already readying for a strike in the tall grasslands.

He recalls the last couple of days for situations that need his immediate attention, and comes up with nothing.

star wars rebels. rexsoka. pre-chopper base. rated T. 2.8k+ words.

Based on 50 A Softer World Prompts.

I hate it when you leave but I love to look at your butt while you walk away. (it gives me sexual arousal.)

“You wanna see something?”

Imperial handprints are all over this base. Barely any of the structure is still upright, the support system’s shot to hell, and they might as well piss themselves into a puddle to warn everyone else off with how the walls have been blasted through. Notwithstanding the moss and faint trickling water that manage to seep into the airtight space.

Rex taps on the tab, situated at the end of the column. Denied.

There’s a slide of pants against leather as someone sits at the other end of the cubicle. “Is it fun?”

Chol can be a decent place to start a HQ but the wild fauna would rather have them as a spread buffet. It doesn’t matter if they’re able to plant repellents or wave their electro-prods, Chopper almost got inhaled by that ten-foot carnivore, shrieking everyone and their lineage out while the rest of them try to free him. Spectre-3 doesn’t stop threatening their well-being even after he’s been released, whomping angrily about having teeth dents in his body.

He’s got a point — Rex will hate it if someone’s flesh and blood are between those seven-inch fangs.

Chol: denied.

“It brought back some fond memories,” Ahsoka admits, her own datapad beeping. “I didn’t even remember owning these before I found them recently.”

There’s a grin in Ezra’s reply. “Well then, that would be major fun because of the re-experience.”

Her chuckle is shiny-indulgent, though not the kind of amused condescension an officer would have for their men. “That’s true.”

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#rexsoka #captain rex #ahsoka tano #ezra bridger #sabine wren #star wars rebels #star wars #star wars legends fusion #the clone wars #sw rebels #the gentle moon series #marswrites #marsrb

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deasbanker · 6 days ago

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Weekend treat: climb Mt. Takao（599m）for the first time in my life and immerse myself in a lot of nature from 8 to 15!

23/11/2024（Labor Thanksgiving Day）

When it was still dark enough to see the stars, mom and I set out for Mt. Takao, which is located in Hachioji, Tokyo, and changed trains. The beginning of this trip was my pure curiosity of climbing/hiking on the mountain trail because I had never done before, although I was being in my mid-20s.

Since some articles on the Internet said that it was always packed with a lot of people on Mt. Takao during the autumn leaf season in November, we needed to leave so earlier as to arrive at the station before 8 and avoid the crowds as much as possible.

On arriving at Takaosanguchi Station, I got excited about how cold it was by seeing my breath. Thanks to this cold and crisp autumn air at the foot of the mountain, I could enjoy observing such nature as trees or moss well even before climbing. As we anticipated, there were already so many hikers（including dogs!）gathering and setting off to the peak.

First, I took to the ambience brought out by traditional Japanese-style housings at the skirts like Kyoto, which made me feel like I was exactly in a tourist spot in a good way. Then, we finally entered the sacred mountain. For my very first time of climbing a mountain, I went for the easiest way to the peak. As we proceeded, mom and I encountered a bunch of unique nature, such as a huge hole under tree roots（this reminded me of the whomping willow in Harry Potter）or orange moss; I appreciated such uniqueness, diversity and the mysteries of nature from the bottom of my heart. Also, I found that most fantasy stories all over the world are related to forests because nature can give us opportunities to spark our imagination, indeed.

Half an hour later, my excitement and energy were totally gone due to really steep slopes, which I didn't expect at heart. Although I can usually walk a long distance without fatigue, my feet refused to move at that time. I think that I was the slowest hiker there, but I had to keep moving as I would never have tried to proceed again if I paused.

After that, we arrived at a mountainside where some stalls or diners are. That helped me out of fatigue to some extent and let me start chatting with mom again. Nonetheless, such doesn't mean that we were almost at the peak; on the contrary, we needed to continue hiking on bumpy trails and lots of steps. I was being impressed by most of the elderly people there in terms that they didn't seam tired nor to slow their pace at all even halfway. By the way, I was pleased to see the renowned sacred tree named Takosugi（the octopus shaped cedar tree）.

Finally, we reached the top and managed to admire the view from the peak of Mt. Takao. Half of the mountain was colored by autumn leaves, which brought out the fall atmosphere. As I mentioned first, there were so many people having lunch sitting on the ground side by side at the top, too. Therefore, there was no space to chill out there, and we decided to go back and stop by a stall for a certain sweet treat.

This is "tengu", a legendary creature found in Shinto belief, shaped version of taiyaki（a Japanese sweet treat consists of red bean paste and pancake-like crust）. She waited in line for about 30 minutes to get it. Everyone including her ended up eating this sweets merrily.

Around 14:00, we descended the mountain by taking a chairlift, having a refreshing time overlooking Tokyo as well as adjacent mountains from the lift. Yet, it suddenly stopped on the way, and we were made to wait for a while; then I recalled the thriller film called Frozen（2010）.

Overall, it was absolutely satisfying in an every way, and I totally enjoyed the day with mom there. Besides, I was glad to know that I wasn't cut out for steep slopes through this experience. Everything is an experience.

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tobiasdrake · 1 year ago

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Okay. I have my capitalist-whomping stick and a pumpkin spice muffin manufactured by the culinary engines of capitalism. I am ready to throw down in what is literally an intellectual thunderdome.

Yeah, it is surprising that Makoto's end-goal for entering the Mystery Labyrinth is more or less just "cool battleground for our fight".

Problem is, I don't know how he's planning on getting out. The only known way to leave the Labyrinth is when Yuma solves the mystery and reaps the culprit's soul. A visitor tagging along only leaves if they're with Yuma when he does that.

Shinigami has mentioned a second way but warned repeatedly that it comes at a terrible price. Maybe you have to, like, sacrifice Yuma? Which Makoto would be fine with.

His plan is to assume the role of L after killing L, so that he can control the Kira investigation and ensure the truth is never found.

I don't disagree. That's why you should be putting your resources into helping them, rather than simply preserving them.

Like, c'mon, man. I don't trust the UG either. Those assholes want to make immortal super-soldiers out of homunculi. You did a good thing by breaking the city free from their control. I agree that if the truth about Kanai Ward were exposed to the world, you'd lose that bargaining chip.

The only thing protecting this city from exploitation and genocide is blackmail. Once that trigger's fired, it loses those protections. I get that.

How about, instead of stabbing each other, we all put down our swords and talk through ways to manage safe, ethical research into homunculus physiology using Amaterasu resources? Can we do that? Everyone?

Vivia's finally getting through to Yuma. But. Like.

I'm not one for centrism. Often times, the centrist position is simply a refusal to engage with either side of the argument.

But. Like.

There has to be a middle ground between

1 - Let's expose the truth to the world and then let UG do whatever it wants to the homunculi of Kanai Ward! 2 - Let's keep the homunculi forever imprisoned within a cage of rain, gradually dying out over decades until all that's left is the barren husk of a city and a well-populated zombie enclosure.

I don't want to fight Makoto over this. But I don't think his autocratic leadership is enough.

I mean. He's not wrong on that front. The Mystery Labyrinth is a truly awful justice system. We've been wantonly murdering people left and right, something I've never shied away from criticizing our methodology for.

But. Like.

Your morality isn't defined by what you're against. It's defined by what you're for. This is not a tug-of-war. Yuma's flaws do not make Makoto good by default. "Everybody sucks here" is a valid outcome.

If exposed externally? This city will become ripe for exploitation by UG, who would want to take control of any effort to stabilize the defective homunculi for their own immortal soldier programs. If they aren't slaughtered outright.

But that's no reason not to expose the truth internally. Kanai Ward's an isolated city-state with no contact with the outside world so there's little fear of information leaking out. And once people know, they can work together to help solve the problem. After an adjustment period of outrage and panic, of course.

Which is why they should have a voice in it. Makoto is not their voice. He's as much an outsider as Yuma. He's just the outsider who's decided he knows what's best for them.

You can push through this, Yuma. You can--

Nope, there we go. Guess we're jumping, then.

Oh hey, a Labyrinth portal. In the Labyrinth. Will we have to solve the Mystery Within a Mystery of Why Makoto's Full of Shit?

Let's see, I drew....

That's an okay hand. I'll play Margulaw first because he's good for filtering and accelerating mana....

Don't fall for the false dichotomy, Yuma. Makoto says there are only two outcomes here: Ultimate doom for Kanai Ward or keeping things as is. He would ask you to choose between them. But you don't have to play his game.

Who says those are the only options? Him? He came here to stab you. Why are we letting him define the rules?

One of whom is currently roaming the Restricted Area as a feral and the other four are "dead" with conspicuously pink homunculus bloodstains.

Makoto and Yuma have the same manners of thinking and reacting to stress. I wonder why that might be.

To be fair, that's for good reason. You're a monster who kills people.

Nice to finally get a flashback of Number One's pact with Shinigami.

Shinigami was Number One's answer to Yomi's silencing methods. Makoto and Number One weren't in cahoots. They were simply both playing long games against Yomi.

Knowing that it was Yuma who said all of this makes it hit... about the same, really.

But Number One's philosophy may be more complicated than it appears. I note that he keeps qualifying the exposing of the truth. He wants a perfect solution, not just a solution. He wants to expose the truth to make everyone happy, not just to expose the truth. By that logic, if the truth didn't help everyone then it wasn't a good enough truth, right?

Of course, he also quoted this bit again.

So, y'know, maybe he still sucks and I'm giving him too much credit. There is no "perfect solution" for Kanai Ward without empathy for the people living in the city. The WDO creed is Logic Bro propaganda.

I like Shinigami's addendum here. Everybody has their own morality; Their own interpretation of the facts. But you need to first lay out the facts before you can decide how you want to interpret them.

The acquisition of knowledge is never, in itself, wrong. One must acquire knowledge before they can decide what to do with it.

However, this does fall flat given that Shinigami's superpower is committing spirit-murder of the killer regardless of whether they were in the right or not. Historically, Shinigami has never empowered Yuma to figure out for himself whether the truth is correct. Once the truth becomes known, Shinigami always forces his hand to do one and only one thing with it. Her powers decide what we do with the information, not Yuma.

The metaphysics aren't meshing well with the message she's trying to deliver here.

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code

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readingforsanity · 11 months ago

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Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets | JK Rowling | Published 1998 | *SPOILERS*

Ever since Harry Potter had come home for the summer, the Dursleys had been so mean and hideous that all Harry wanted was to get back to the Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardy. But just as he's packing his bags, Harry receives a warning from a strange impish creature who says that if Harry returns to Hogwarts, disaster will strike.

And strike it does. For in Harry's second year at Hogwarts, fresh torments and horrors arise, including an outrageously stuck-up new professor and a spirit who haunts the girls' bathroom. But then the real trouble begins - someone is turning Hogwarts students to stone. Could it be Draco Malfoy, a more poisonous rival than ever? Could it possibly be Hagrid, whose mysterious past is finally told? Or could it be the one everyone at Hogwarts most suspects...Harry Potter himself!

Harry Potter finds himself back with the Dursleys despite wanting to be anywhere else. He hasn't heard from Ron Weasley or Hermione Granger, or Hagrid, and he wonders if their friendships didn't mean anything to them like they did to him.

While hiding away from his aunt and uncle during a business dinner, Harry is introduced to Dobby the house-elf, who comes bearing warning that Harry shouldn't return to Hogwarts, there is to be great danger at the school this year. However, Harry doesn't heed Dobby's warning, and with help from the Weasley boys, Harry is rescued from the Dusleys in the middle of the night and taken back to their home, affectionately called the Burrow.

For the last month of term, Harry has a wonderful time. They end up meeting Hermione in Diagon Alley to do their back to school shopping and eventually, they find themselves heading for the train station to return to Hogwarts. Everyone is able to get through to the platform with no issue, but when Ron and Harry attempt to breach the wall between platforms 9 and 10, they find that the barrier has suddenly closed.

With no other options available to them, Ron steals his fathers old Ford Anglia, that he has bewitched to be both invisible and fly. Despite doing what he knows to do, the car refuses to remain hidden but soon, they find themselves flying out of London, trailing after the Hogwarts Express into the clouds. However, the car begins to tremble and whine, having never flown so far before.

Luckily, they are able to land, albeit, into a massive tree, onto the school grounds. Unlucky for them, the three happens to be a Whomping Willow, a tree known to fight back. Escaping with their lives, only just, the car takes off into the Forbidden Forest, and they are found by Professor Snape.

They are each given detention, though it could have been worse. Ron missed Ginny, his younger sister, through the sorting ceremony, but she is also a Gryffindor, something he is quite proud of.

Thus begins their new school year. Everything begins normally, as normal for Hogwarts as it can get, but soon, a terrible tragedy occurs. Something is attacking the students of Hogwarts, but not any old students, Muggle-born students who have no magical ties to the world other than themselves.

The first to be struck is Argus Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris. Despite not being a magical being herself, Filch is determined to be a Squib, one who is born into a magical family but doesn't possess any magical abilities themselves. Unsure why she was targeted, Filch is downright upset about it and begins taking it out on the students themselves.

Over time, more students are attacked, and Harry begins to question if he is going crazy or not. He begins hearing a voice within the walls, a voice that only he can hear or understand, it seems. Nobody else can hear it. When after Mrs. Norris was attacked a message is left on the wall stating that "The Chamber of Secrets has Been Opened; Enemy of the Heir, Beware", they know that the Heir of Slytherin is to blame, and that a strange monster is doing the attacks, but nobody knows who the heir is nor do they know what type of monster it is.

Believing that Malfoy himself could be the heir, or at least know who it may be, the trio begin making a Polyjuice Potion with the intent that they would steal hair from three Slytherins in order to question Malfoy, of which they accomplish during the Christmas holidays when the castle is less busy.

While Ron and Harry turn into Malfoy's goons, Crabbe and Goyle, Hermione refuses to join them as something has come up so the two set off. Unfortunately for them, they don't come out with any new information despite the location of hidden Dark Arts artifacts hidden within the Malfoy Manor, of which Ron plans to inform his father of.

When they return to the girls' bathroom where they were making the potion, Moaning Myrtle, the resident ghost of the bathroom, one whom cries and whines quite a bit and is the reason why the bathroom has been deemed unsuable, shares that Hermione hadn't turned into a female member of Slytherin House, but instead has turned herself into a cat, as the hair she had picked off happened to be from a feline friend of Millicent Balustrode.

With Hermione at the hospital wing for several weeks, the boys feel like aren't getting anywhere, andpeople continue to be attacked. However, that appears to have slowed down. Harry is deemed a freak once again after during a dueling club lesson, he speaks in Parselmouth, the ability to speak to snakes, and now people think that he is the heir of Slytherin, as Slytherin himself had been a known Parselmouth and is the reason the Slytherin House animal is a serpent.

All the while, Ron's younger sister begins to act weirdly over time, and after a while, they begin to get worried about her but she tells them not to fret. Eventually, Harry comes into possession of a diary that once belonged to a student named Tom Marvolo Riddle, who had been a student more than fifty years before.

When Harry is able to decipher how to speak into the diary, Tom decides to show him the memory of what had happened 50 years prior when the Chamber had been opened the first time. Within the memory, Tom is requesting to stay at Hogwarts over the summer holidays to the headmaster at the time, a man named Dippet, but because of the same attacks on students as present times, he has to refuse Tom's request.

Tom then goes in search for the culprit, finding a young, 13-year-old Hagrid with the supposed monster of the Chamber. This is how Hagrid had come to be expelled during his third year at Hogwarts, and instead became gamekeeper of the grounds. The monster in question was a spider, but this doesn't seem to be the right kind of monster, to Harry.

After Hermione is attacked after seemingly going to research something regarding the type of monster, Ron and Harry learn that she had discovered that the monster of the Chamber is a basilisk, a giant serpent and the reason behind why only Harry can hear it when it is moving within the walls of the school, using the plumbing in order to get out.

When Ginny is kidnapped and taken into the chamber itself, Ron and Harry go to their new defense against the dark arts teacher, Gilderoy Lockhart, to give them the information. However, despite having written many books of his feats against the Dark Arts, none of it was true and he plans to leave the school but the two of them force him to join them.

They go to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, as it is discovered that she was the student who had been killed 50 years ago when the basilisk was let loose in the plumbing last time. She had mistakenly looked right into its eyes, being killed instantly and has been a ghost ever since.

Harry is able to open up an opening at a sink in order to get into the chamber, and the three of them clamber down. However, Lockhart attempts to attack the two of them but it backfires when he uses Ron's broken wand, after the Whomping Willow had crushed it at the beginning of the year. In doing so, Ron and Lockhart are separated from Harry.

Harry continues on, locating Ginny, albeit in an unconscious, coma-like state, and meets Tom Riddle, sort of in the flesh. He explains to Harry that this isn't the first time they're meeting, as he is Lord Voldemort, and that HE is the heir of Slytherin. The two end up battling, and with the help of Dumbledore's beloved phoenix, Fawkes, and the help of a sword provided from inside of the Sorting Hat, Harry is able to defeat the basilisk once and for all.

In an attempt to get rid of the diary, Harry uses a fang from the basilisk that had broken off, and stabs the inside of it, causing the memory of Voldemort to simply vanish.

When Harry returns from the depths of the chamber, he is truthful in what had happened to those around him, and Ginny is okay albeit a little shook up. The three friends go to the end of term feast, where they learn that their exams have been cancelled in celebration and they agree to remain in touch again over the summer.

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mell-eight · 1 year ago

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The Past Month Has Been Crazy

6/12/23 I have been doing so much better lately with posting regularly to keep everyone in the loop, and then I went and vanished for an entire month! Sigh. I admit I've been very busy, and spring has definitely kept me on my toes. My sister is getting married this summer (soooo excited!!!), so the last few weeks were the bridal shower and bachelorette party. Plus, I had a business trip for my 9 to 5 and I went to the beach for Memorial Day. And this entire last week has been sniffles and coughing. Covid test was negative, but I still felt nasty. After about ten hours of sleeping three nights in a row I'm starting to feel better, so I appear to be on the back end of this spring cold. Blah. Here's everything else I've accomplished over the last month: The Chef is complete! I've dotted my Ts and crossed my Is and set it aside to rest for a while. I was right that it wasn't going to beat Magnified as my longest story, but it came really close! To all my readers who have mentioned they "love my stories but wish they were longer", The Chef is for you! It taps out at a whomping 59k words, which is easily double the length of most of the rest of my stories. My plan is to pull The Chef out of hibernation sometime in August or September, give it a last read through, and submit it to NSP for their consideration. That is a lot longer than I normally give my stories for their resting phase, but The Chef is part of a series whose overall plot will continue between the books. Right now, the second book, The Prince, is entirely dependent on events that occurred in The Chef. If something in The Prince isn't flowing correctly, I need to be able to go back into The Chef and make changes, which means The Chef is going to be delayed. I expect by August to have gotten far enough into The Prince where that won't be an issue any longer. Another problem is I haven't come up with a series name yet. I might go simple and call it Kingdom of Toval, which is one of the locations in the book, but I'm not sure yet. Also, I have some vague ideas for a third book in the series, but I don't really see how it can fit into the current plot. I'm contemplating making it a short story set in the world, but that would depend on how The Prince ends up. I have seen the first draft for the cover of Witch, the third and final book in my Witch's Circle series, and it is glorious! I can't wait to share it with you. I don't have an official release date yet to share, but it is with the proof reader at the moment (the final step before ARCs), so I should hear more very soon. Aside from that, the only fun thing is my garden is starting to sprout. It looks like I will have beans, peas, green peppers, and lettuce fresh on demand all summer! I can't wait!

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chasingfictions · 3 years ago

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diagnosing the yellowjackets with babysitter:

misty is OBSESSED with shauna's wilderness baby misty also has the world's most anxious possible vibes around shauna's wilderness baby and the baby cries every time misty tries to pick her up

mari thinks of her as a pet she can play dressup with. she tries to pierce her ears and is confused when everyone gets mad at her because it worked in the parent trap

akilah doesn't think they should pierce the baby's ears but that doesnt stop her from helping mari do it. akilah said 'well if youre gonna drink i'd rather you do it in the house'

lottie and the baby fucking vibe they are best friends everyone feels really weird about it and she keeps trying to sneak the baby out into the night for like weird full moon blood baptisms

tai is mostly freaked out by the baby but after the parent trap ear piercing incident takes it upon herself to be the baby's bodyguard against stupidity

nat and the baby are buds that said nat has fuck all idea how to talk to babies and ends up having full on conversations with her about proper gun care and which bands are cool

coach ben i feel like has uncle vibes like he has the vibes of someone who has a sister who has little kids and is the one who teaches them all basic Dont Kill the Baby Protocols that said the mere presence of the baby makes him vibrate with anxiety because he didnt fucking sign up for this

travis does his level best to never be in a room with the baby for more than two minutes

javi makes the baby toys out of wood he carved that he is really excited about :)

van is objectively the best person with the baby that said van thinks babies are gross and weird and look like aliens she wants nothing to do with this baby that said everyone around her is a fucking idiot and she de facto becomes the default babysitter because she has good vibes and is really good at calming her down and making her laugh and between the ear piercing incident and misty trying to make the baby weird mashed up forest herbs formula and javi giving the baby wooden toys that are DEFINITELY gonna give it splinters and lottie trying to promise its life to the gods of the dirt or whatever, van says well whomp ok i guess im the only thing standing between this child and certain death? i guess im gonna go take the baby for a walk in the woods and tell it stories now? vanessa palmer diagnosed with geralt of rivia syndrome

honorable mentions: the ghost of laura lee sings the baby lullabies every night :))))) the ghost of jackie is not going to let being dead stop her from being a presence in this child's life she said i will not be a deadbeat dad now let me hang out with this kid and tell her about how cool her mom is :))))))

meanwhile shauna is hanging on by a thread everyone let her get some rest

#yellowjackets #HELLO

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decennia · 3 years ago

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I don't know who needs to fucking hear this, but I'm about to say it with my full chest:

SEVERUS SNAPE DESERVES NO RIGHTS, I SAID WHAT I SAID.

Why? I'll tell you why:

Let's start with Neville Longbottom. Often the butt of the joke, Neville was often played up for comedic effect, so I can understand why we never took the implications of his boggart seriously.

But the fact of the matter is: Neville Longbottom was more terrified of his potion's teacher than he was of Bellatrix Lestrange, a woman who was a proud Death Eater who tortured his parents into insanity, a fate several people throughout the series state as "worse than death."

I've heard the argument from Snape Apologists that Boggarts are "superficial" creatures, so they don't go much deeper for a fear of yours, and, having gleaned a recent and prevalent one, will shift into that. Hence why it would be Snape, who recently tormented Neville, rather than Bellatrix, who Neville has never met.

It still stands, however, that Bellatrix is a known Death Eater, and Snape was just his potion's teacher.

We also see from Harry's own experience with the boggart, that the boggart hesitated before turning into the dementor. It "chose" which of Harry's fears to become, Voldemort, or fear itself?

Now, because I always listen to both sides of a story, try and see it from both perspectives before I draw a conclusion, I asked myself "why?"

There never is a good reason for abuse, but I still tried to look at it from Snape's eyes. And the conclusion drawn was literally the same as almost every single motivation for every one of Snape's decisions: because of Lily.

Neville was born several hours before Harry, and was a contender for being "the Chosen One" (the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies) but Voldemort chose Harry.

By Snape's logic, it meant that if Voldemort had chosen Neville, Lily would've still been alive for him to woefully pine for from a distance.

And so he takes it out on a fucking c h i l d.

He abuses him, torments him, and even forces Neville to poison his pet toad, Trevor, who has been shown to be of incredible significance to Neville.

And when the potion doesn't poison Trevor? And actually proved to be a competent potion? Snape made his displeasure known by deducting five points from Gryffindor.

I know that's not a Big Deal™ in the grand scheme of things, but we have to remember that Neville was a CHILD.

Moving on from Neville, let's get to: Lily.

Remember what I said before, about Lily being his end-all and be-all for everything? I meant it.

I'm not saying she was the sole reason Snape became a Death Eater, but she was the "last straw."

Snape's dislike for muggles stemmed not from Lily (of course not, he loved her), but from his father. Yes, I remembered his father, Tobias Snape. The muggle, the abuser. Apples and trees, I guess. From what I recall, Tobias was never physically abusive towards Eileen, Snape's mother, but he was emotionally and mentally abusive towards her. This would be cause for resentment for any young child growing up in that environment.

But, for a moment, may I direct your attention to Harry James Potter?

Who grew up that exact same way with the Dursleys?

Who was also neglected (Severus was said to have ill-fitting, mismatched clothes, sound familiar?) but who also did not have Eileen there to protect him?

And did Harry ever become a member of a muggle hate group? (No. The answer is no, in case you all didn't remember that Very Important Detail of the series).

So, yes, Snape was abused, and no, I am not condoning it, I do sympathize with him on that front: no child should ever go through that. Ever. No matter the fucking child, there is no good reason for it. But do I condone his actions later on in life? Absolutely not.

Because he called Lily a "filthy mudblood."

Not just "mudblood", but a filthy one, too. And why did he do that? Because she defended him against his bullies. Yes, Sirius and James were bullies, I guess everyone's faves are a little problematic in this bitch.

And not only did he call her that, but he also was besties with people who fancied themselves the next generation of Death Eaters.

And when Lily asked him if he STILL intended on becoming one, he never gave her an answer, prompting her to sectumsempra all ties with him. Meaning, she probably gave him multiple chances to not be a raging bigot, none of which he took. Love of his life my fucking toe, gtfo—

Also, Snape obviously knew what his "friends" were doing at the time. Particularly, and especially, Mulciber's attack on Mary Macdonald.

Now, we can't talk about Lily without talking about James and the Marauders.

I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN THAT THE MARAUDERS BULLIED SNAPE, OKAY? But listen up: still not a good enough reason to join the wizarding world's KKK. Actually there is no good reason, period, end of message, send tweet.

He loathed them so much, he literally gave zero fucks about their wellbeing.

Even though! Sirius' biggest crime against Severus is jokingly telling him to follow Remus Lupin under the Whomping Willow during that time of the month.

And Severus would swear that James' biggest crime against him (after "stealing" Lily, of course) would be stopping him from encountering the werewolf and saving his fucking life.

Where the fuck was that reciprocated energy when Snape KNEW that James was also marked for death?

Also, are you going to tell me, that with his ear so pressed to the ground about news on Lily, that he didn't know who the real rat was? That he didn't know that it was Peter Pettigrew? This is speculatory, but... Snape had to have known that Sirius was not the betrayer, he must've at least known it was Pettigrew, meaning he let an innocent man waste away in Azkaban and for what? Something that happened when they were kids? I wonder why Sirius is a "stray dog" idk probably because someone let him rot in Azkaban for thirteen years?

Don't even get me started on how he literally stepped over James' body to get to Lily's while Harry sat there crying. Please. Or the fact that he only wanted Lily spared? He literally said "yes, only her, please, Dark Lord, fuck that newborn"?

OKAY AND MY FINAL POINT BECAUSE THIS GOT TOO LONG AND HONESTLY I'M LITERALLY WAY TOO FUCKING ANGRY AT THIS POINT... I PRESENT TO THE COURT: THE CARROWS.

Severus had been made headmaster of Hogwarts, and what does he do? Allow the Carrows to torture muggleborns and first years. Eleven year olds. Disgusting. Please. What the fuck.

I don't think Severus Snape died a fucking hero, or in "penance." NOT when twelve hours prior, he'd been turning a blind eye and a deaf ear to eleven year olds screaming as the Cruciatus Curse was used on them.

Also, James never sexually harassed Lily? Wanna discuss sexual harassment? How does "waiting outside the Gryffindor common room until someone lets you in even though it has been made very clear that the person you want to speak to doesn't want to speak to you" sound?

I am not denying that Severus Snape is a tragic character; he's a very complex and somewhat interesting one, even. All I am saying is that I don't think saying "always" on the brink of death excuses any of your past actions. He's a martyr at best — having his sins "forgiven" by sacrificing himself for a just cause.

Yes, this is a hill I'm willing to die on. But, as always, I am open to a respectful conversation (not argument, conversation). If you disagree, I'd love to hear why. Try and change my mind; as long as you do so respectfully, I will hear you out.

#i don't know what to tag this as #anti severus snape #tw hp #tw abuse #tw bullying #this is not a kink shame this is a i just don't really see the appeal of this specific character but you do you b #he deserves no rights cause he should be in azkaban in case i wasn't clear in my thesis

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bookofmirth · 2 years ago

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i know feyre stans hate it when u hate on feyre becoming a mother but i feel like in this situation it’s so justified!

i don’t think i even need to explain the fact that she’s literally like 22 ???? it’s just insane to me that she’s immortal but had a child at 22

99.9% of books with lead female characters end with them being pregnant and having babies so it’s not like that trope needs any more representation in the slightest

i wouldn’t care if it was at the end of the series and everyone had settled down but smack down in the middle of a series with a whole ass war coming and they’ve had a baby? it just looks really silly

and the fact that all the next books are going to have so much space taken up by fawning over the most gorgeous, perfect, smart, genius, most powerful baby in existence (it’s rhysands kid i just know sjm is about to take up pages describing how magnificent baby nyx is)

and honestly the last thing this series needed was a baby and the next books being about baby daycare and characters babysitting nyx

already so much space was taken up in acosf with this baby plot line from hell and i’m crying in the club thinking about how much of elains book is going to be taken up by feysand, nyx and daycare 😀

i know it’s just a baby or whatever but it’s literally renesmee 2.0 but 10x worse

anyway i think that when people hate on the nyx storyline it shouldn’t just automatically be labelled as misogyny or whatever because i think readers have the right to be upset about a baby plot line in a fantasy series

i really was expecting to read about nesta and elain conquering their powers and figuring out what their purpose in life is and finding a court thay they love and nesta’s book was already made 1000x worse with the pregnancy plot (especially the end which was absolutely too focused on feysand like let me read about the valkyries after the blood rite!!!) and if elain’s book is taken up by the worlds most powerful baby i’m going to cry!!!

the world's most powerful baby aslkdjaskldjakls I snorted, she *would* write that story

I definitely think you can be a Feyre stan and dislike that story line, just saying! I love her and it's not just that I hate the pregnancy thing in acosf, but it does feel like... just narratively it wasn't a good choice because like you are annoyed at, it distracted from the main story and was such an obvious "I need something to happen to bring Nesta and Feyre together" and I wish feysand had had time to just EXIST because I love them too and I wanted that for them.

idk if Feyre is happy then that's fine, I personally just dislike the fact that her pregnancy was used as a tool to create conflict and then bring the sisters together, rather than a natural, organic step in Feysand's relationship. There's just a lot going on in that story that's a whole mess, and it's not just about disliking that type of story. I'm sure people have misogynistic arguments about it, but that's what the block button is for. However it's possible to critique that story fairly and have that critique have nothing to do with being misogynist. If the story were done well and were believable, that would be one thing. I could get on board. The fanart of the family that I've seen is super cute! But then I remember how the story actually happened in acosf whomp whomp

#sjm critical #acosf #feysand #ask #anon #okay i'm back to loving feysand #idgaf about what happened in acosf #i just don't see it anymore #i've been craving an acotar and acomaf reread #feeling nostalgic

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mirclealignr · 4 years ago

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Just Like Them | h.p

harry x fem!gryffindor!reader

requested by anon - where the reader is just like Lily Evans and everyone who knew her has a soft spot for her because she reminds them of Lily? Also the reader has been friends with Harry since first year and they are in love with each other and everyone low-key loves seeing them together because they remind them of James and Lily?this idea sounded cute in my mind. - i went over board with this, sorryyyyyy

warnings; angst, brief mentions of death, she/her pronouns, not completely following canon

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that’s my gif dw

Your first day at Hogwarts was something you knew you’d never forget. You hadn’t been a stranger to magic growing up, but Hogwarts was something entirely different. You’d waited and waited for years for your letter to come, and when it finally did, you jumped into the arms of your mother with a wide grin on your face. Your parents talked fondly of their memories there. They found each other there, laughed there, and wished sometimes they could return, even if only for a day. You often daydreamed of what it would be like meeting your significant other in the halls of Hogwarts, spending every day with them, and gradually becoming each other’s other half. You didn’t mind who they were, as long as they could make you laugh like your father made your mother laugh.

Your first day was exactly how you expected it to be, other than the fact that the Famous Harry Potter was to be attending school with you. You’d wandered into the compartment of a ginger-haired boy named Ron and Harry Potter himself.

“Can I sit here?” you asked, sheepishly.

“Yeah, of course,” Harry smiled.

And thus began your friendship. All three of you were sorted into Gryffindor, along with the girl Hermione who had told Ron about the dirt on his nose. Your first impression of her wasn’t the best, but over the years Hermione would become your best friend. A best friend that anyone in the world would desire and a best friend you often wondered how you got so lucky to have.

It was the very end of that year when you were to discover why teachers seemed to smile around you, greeted you fondly in the halls, and asked how you were at weekend breakfasts. Looking over Harry’s shoulder on the platform, you saw his mother and father holding him in a moving photograph; you being a striking image of his mother, and Harry a striking image of his father.

“Woah,” Ron whispered.

---

Yes, Lily Potter and yourself looked as if you were related. Of course, there wasn’t actually any family relation at all, just a strange coincidence. But as you grew up, you realised it wasn’t only in looks that you resembled each other. Oftentimes, your professors would say how much Harry reminded them of James and how much you reminded them of Lily. Kind and heart, brave at soul. McGonagall took a particular liking to you in fact and very much enjoyed having you in her lessons. Of course, it helped that you were very good at transfiguration and had opted for extra teaching. As their fondness for you grew, so did Harry’s.

It was a gradual love that consumed him. From the minute he saw Y/N Y/L/N, he knew he’d never be able to look back on a time without her. And he was right. She’d bewitched him. Every morning at breakfast, he breathed in her familiar lavender scent, smiled at her hair falling down over her shoulders, blushed whenever she dared to touch him. His awkwardness, however, may have hindered a blossoming relationship starting sooner. He couldn’t fess up to the fact that he was so in love with her - he didn’t want to ruin their friendship, he didn’t want to be rejected. For how could someone as wonderful as her love someone like him? Why would she want to kiss him when she could kiss anyone? Why would she want to hold his hand when there were far better people fighting for hers?

It was his third year when he realised just how in love with Y/N Y/L/N he was. They’d just emerged from the tunnel under the whomping willow, and Harry was standing with Sirius, looking at over the castle.

“She’s wonderful,” Sirius said, “Reminds me of Lily.”

Harry looked over to his godfather, smiling faintly, perhaps thinking of his mother in her school days. He’d heard a million times before of Y/N’s resemblance to his mother. He hated it for a while, her being so much like someone he never knew, someone dead. Though he loved his mother, and treasured Y/N’s friendship beyond comprehension, he never believed the two could meet in harmony. How could so much darkness and so much light intertwine into beauty? But then, seeing his godfather smile after so much pain and anguish, he realised that Y/N wasn’t something to fear, she was something to embrace. If she really was anything like his mother, then she was one phenomenal person that he was lucky to simply know. How had he been so blind? How had he been so wrapped up in an idea that he forgot to see the reality right in front of him? He looked over to her, standing beneath the moonlight, a small cut on her cheek from the willow’s branch, but still smiling. He smiled too then, turning back to Sirius.

“She is wonderful,” he replied, falling down into something he knew he would never return from.

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Your fourth year had been challenging, but you would argue your fifth year was more so. After Cedric’s death, Harry had shrunken into himself. His nightmares increased, the bags under his eyes had gotten darker, his personality following in that same direction. He still managed to teach the lot of you in the Room of Requirement though, smiling occasionally when someone got something right. You could tell it was forced, it all was in those days. But being glum all the time only earned people’s lack of interest. Being glum some of the time only earned their pity. But hearing Harry’s screams that night in the Department of Mysteries as Sirius fell through the veil, the last thing he saw being James and Lily together once more, earned him inexplicable heartache. You could feel his agony, his heartbreak, and not even Remus could hold him back from running after his godfather’s killer. Nor could Remus stop you running after him. You watched as he knocked Bellatrix to the ground, pointing his wand at her with fury. You watched as Voldemort appeared behind him, egging him on, telling him to do it. You couldn’t hold yourself back from screaming ‘no’, claiming all three of their attention. But before Voldemort had the time to react, Dumbledore apparated in, shoving both you and Harry to the side. He tried to go back, to help, to watch, but every time Dumbledore threw him back again. Eventually, he collapsed in your arms, clinging to your form as his body shook with tears.

“He’s gone,” he whimpered as you tried to comfort him as best you could in the midst of a battle. Good vs. Evil, Head vs. Heart.

Harry knew he was pulling away from you. He knew it from the moment he returned to his fifth year at Hogwarts. Pain has a funny way of making one retreat into the confines of their own mind. And when Voldemort entered his mind, he saw all the memories that were held by you. And every single one he polluted with his sinister darkness. But even though he was pulling away, you remained etched into his heart, bringing him back to the same place - the infinite fall.

It was his sixth year when everything was to be revealed. Tears slipped silently down his cheeks as he stood in the Room of Requirement with you, a wretched book in his hands. He watched your hands as they brushed across the aging covers, he watched as you pried it away from his grasp.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

He watched you walk away, turning corners until you were completely out of sight. He couldn��t hear you, he couldn’t see you, and at last, the book was gone. He waited for you to return, not confident that you would but still holding on to enough hope to stay where he was. At long last, he heard footsteps approaching, your lavender scent circling the air around him. And then he saw you. How beautiful you looked right there in that moment, a weak smile on your face, understanding in your bright eyes. He loved you.

“Forgive me,” he whispered, capturing your lips with his own, pulling you tight against his body. His hands wound through your hair, glided down to your jaw, and then to your waist. He pulled away, blushing deeply with saddened eyes.

“There’s nothing to forgive,” you replied.

He kissed you again, and again until neither of you had a breath to spare.

---

But the hardest year was what should have been your seventh year at Hogwarts. Harry had informed you, Ron, and Hermione of the Horcruxes, shown you the fake locket, and confided in you. That day, the four of you decided that you wouldn’t be returning to Hogwarts the following year.

It hadn’t begun with the best start. First, the wedding was ruined, then you were nearly killed by a couple of death eaters. The morning you woke in Grimuald Place, Harry was already moving from the floor to the stairs. You got up, following him up the stairs in the house that now seemed haunted. Every house was once home to people who are now dead, but wasn’t every day that you knew the person who had once walked through those halls, sat at the chairs at the kitchen table, slept in the bed upstairs. The ghost of Sirius lingered around every corner of the house, but in a strange way, it was comforting to know that he hadn’t been forgotten. There was still the memory of him, and as Harry looked at Sirius’ room that day from the landing, you could feel the bittersweet emotions radiate from him.

“He’d be proud of you,” you whispered, hugging him from behind and resting your head on his back. He leaned into you before turning around and hugging you tightly, kissing the top of your head.

And from the on, it had only gotten worse. After Ron left, neither Harry nor Hermione knew what to do. You comforted Hermione saying he would come back - that he would come back for her. For Harry, who was wracked with guilt, you let him cry to you, vent to you and shout about how stupid they’d both been. During the cold nights, you let him rest his head on your stomach, filling the tent with his light snores. It was tranquil, the most tranquil it ever got during those months. Most nights you’d lie awake, listening to him breathe, making sure he didn’t wake from a nightmare, and remembering the easier times.

“Do you think my mum and dad loved each other as much as we do,” he asked you one night. It had never been explicitly said that you loved each other, but as he lay on your stomach, thinking of his parents who had died for him, who held so much love for him that it defeated the killing curse, you smile. You rake your hands through his hair, thinking carefully of your answer. You did love him, and hearing him say it, no matter the way he did it, made your heart soar.

“I’m not sure. I think they loved each other very much, and I know I love you very much,” you replied. Harry held onto you tighter than ever before that night. He slept peacefully that night.

And then the war. McGonagall saw Lily and James running through the halls, together, hand in hand once again. For a moment, she thought she was reliving a memory, but the castle in ruins reminded her that they were fighting for survival, that Lily and James were gone, and that Harry and Y/N were still going. She only hoped they wouldn’t meet the same fate, that perhaps they could be spared this time around.

Remus watched as Harry and Y/N fought off death eaters together, hoping that this time, they would be allowed to grow old together. That maybe, they would be granted a beautiful life together after all they had been through. But when Harry’s body was brought back in Hagrid’s arms, that dream was mercilessly shattered. Remus managed to successfully stop Y/N from running towards your dead love. Tears fell from his eyes as he listened to heart wrenching her sobs, Nymphadora cradled her in her arms when Remus’ grip was loosening. He was tired. McGonagall’s silent tears stung her cheeks as she watched Y/N fall to the floor in despair. History was repeating itself, bringing pain to all those who knew how it ended.

Would that be how it ended?

---

“Molly, you’re overworking yourself. Sit down,” you say, chuckling as she busies herself in the kitchen.

“Oh hush, I’ve been doing this a long time, dear. I’m not about to stop now,” she replies, slapping you lightly with her tea towel.

“Then let me help,” you offer, but you knew by the way she was shaking her head that she wouldn’t accept anything of the sort. Walking back to the living room, you smile at Harry who was engaged in conversation with Remus. You plop down on his lap, joining their conversation with ease. But it wasn’t long before Remus left the two of you alone on the sofa in front of the fire. Your smiles filled the room with light, bright and beautiful light that for a split second, no one believed would be there.

“Just like Lily and James aren’t they?” Molly smiles, looking over at the two of them giggling. Y/N was adjusting Harry’s wonky glasses, and Harry was brushing Y/N’s hair behind her ears.

“Exactly,” Remus smiles back.

“Caused just as much mischief too,” Minerva chimes in, cocking an eyebrow.

“Are you saying we were troublesome, Minnie?” Remus jokes.

“Oh no, never,” she laughs, turning back to the couple on the settee. Lily and James, they all knew, were smiling wherever they were, this was certain. But no smiles could match the enormity of the couple in front of them. Harry and Y/N.

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